#shipper dean

[justholdingstill]

i know many of us are "dean winchester would totally write fanfiction" truthers, but. what fandoms do we think, besides dr. sexy because that one's obvious.

i think he takes one look at fox mulder slamming alex krycek up against a bank of payphones and feels fireworks go off behind his eyes.

[l-glee-bt]

It was the summer of ‘96, when Charlie Bradbury learnt a valuable lesson. She would never, ever let Dorothy Baum waltz back into her heart ever again, and she’s made her peace with that no she hasn’t . Twelve years later, the very same Dorothy, now with a dance instructing permit is back, and apparently; it takes two to tango.

“A Tango?! Oh Winchester, you’re so whipped.” Charlie squeaked happily. Few things in life gave her as much pleasure in life as watching her practically adopted brother squirm.

“Hey shuddup, it was Cas’ idea okay. Sammy probably introduced him to his new age hippie magazines, that’s probably where he picked it up from. He even hired an instructor, she’ll probably be here soon.“ Although Dean sounded like he was grumbling, that little lopsided smile that always appeared at the edges of his mouth when he spoke of his soon to be husband betrayed him. Charlie couldn’t help smiling herself, those two had been through so much together, they deserved their happiness.

“Hey guys! Should I return later or -” God no, it couldn’t be. Anybody but her. And yet, when Charlie turned around, there she was. If she’d been beautiful all those years ago, now she was positively radiant. She’d grown out her hair, now neatly put up into a trim braid. Her eyes looked different too, less reckless,if that was possible, and more well, grounded.

“Dorothy.” She could positively feel the tension in the air. “Charlie. Um wow I didn’t know you were getting marr - ” “Oh no, we’re just friends really. Dean?” “Yeah no. Yes I promised Cas, he’s the groom by the way that I’ll help with the - the uh the turtle doves and I should probably get going. Yeah” Dean dodged Dorothy, and hurried out of the room, leaving them alone with each other, and a sense of awkwardness. Peachy. “So how have you been?“ A wreck. I’ve been a total wreck. “Great! I got a full scholarship to MIT, I’m planning on taking up Computer Sciences obviously though it’s really not my usual thing, and I really wanted to do a course in ethical hacking, which would’ve been helpful but I’m pretty sure RRE requires Computer Sciences as a subject and - “Dance with me” “I - what?”

Red, just this once, please? One last time, just for old times sake.” She looked so hopeful, her eyes again sparkling with mischief, as they had always been, and a part of her just wants to get lost in between Dorothy’s arms again, wants to forget all of her problems, forget the betrayal and the pain and the heartbreak, but she can’t. It practically killed her to say what she said next “ I’m sorry, I can’t.” And then she ran out of the room.

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Was that okay? Tell me if you want part two!