#spn 09x01

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↳ Dean Winchester | Supernatural | 09x01 | Think I'm Gonna Like It Here

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09x01: I think I'm gonna like it here, Supernatural Laundry Run

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LEFT A MARK - CHAPTER 1

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. pining. fluff. angry dean. injured sam.

A/N : check out the teaser and prologue if you haven’t already. this chapter is more filler but every story has to start off somewhere, and this one starts at the beginning of season 9. here we go!

Maricela’s POV

I nearly dropped my phone at Dean’s words. “It’s Sam...He’s in the hospital.”

“What?! Is he okay? What happened?” I pour out my questions in panic.

“He’s not doing so good,” Dean’s voice faintly but audibly cracks. “They’re running tests now.”

“Where are you?” I jump in my car, ready to have the open road fly underneath my wheels.

“No, Mari, you don’t need to come—” He begins, but I quickly reject his effort to be left alone.

“I’m coming whether you like it or not, so you can either tell me now or there’s gonna be hell to pay after I track you down.”

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” He asks rhetorically before caving in. “We’re at Linwood Memorial Hospital in Randolph, New York. I’ll tell you more when you get here.”

“Okay. I’ll take a plane out there,” I put the pedal to the metal, making my tires squeal as I drove off. “Be there as soon as I can.”

“Be careful,” Dean mutters.

I can’t help but smile at his concern. “Always am.”

Dean texted me the room number just shortly after I landed. Once I arrived at the hospital, I raced to the room where the Winchester brothers resided. I stop in front of the open doorway to see Dean, back facing me, sitting beside Sam’s unconscious body that lay hooked up to various machines.

Dean peeked over his shoulder, and as soon as our eyes met, he stood from the chair. After shutting the door behind me, I walk into the arms of the older Winchester. I hold on to his jacket like my life depended on it, never wanting to let go. My eyes shut to prevent the tears from spilling as he pulls my body closer. His warmth envelops me with comfort as I nuzzle into his chest. A sigh of relief escapes my lungs, feeling safe for the first time in months.

My serenity gets interrupted when his lips suddenly press against the top of my head. I gaze upwards, stunned at the tiny gesture, only to see how close our faces are. With his large, calloused hand, he gently brushed the hair that concealed my face away. His fingers lightly comb through my hair, triggering a brain orgasm and rendering me useless beneath his touch. I get so lost in his eyes that I barely hear his whisper.

“It’s good to see you, Mari.”

“You too, Dean,” I respond as his hand travels to my neck. His thumb softly strokes my throat. “I’ve missed you.”

He blesses me with a slow, small smile. “I’ve missed you more, princess.”

With his rare affection and added pet name, I’m thankful his arm’s secured around my waist, or I would’ve toppled over already. With detestation, I use every ounce of willpower to pull away from his embrace. With a pained heart, I move around Dean and see my best friend lying unconscious. The monitor announces his steady heartbeat while I take his left hand into mine and use my thumb to caress the back of his palm. Leaning over him, I place a kiss against his stubbled cheek, ignoring the short hairs prickling my chin. Without letting go of his hand, I sit on the edge of his bed.

“Did they tell you a diagnosis yet?” I ask, studying Sam’s face.

Dark shadows cast around his eyes while a horizontal cut ran across his right cheekbone. He looked as though the life had been drained from his body.

“No, not yet.” Dean settles into the chair he had been sitting in before.

I shift my gaze towards him. “What happened? I thought once he finished the trials, he was going to get better.”

He shakes his head. ‘We were wrong.” After quickly glancing at the ground, he meets my eyes again.

“Cas and I...We were retrieving a cupid’s bow for the second trial to restore Heaven while Sam prepped Crowley for the final trial to shut the gates of Hell. Metatron and Cas had already killed a Nephilim for the first trial, so I called Kevin for the third. He said he found the angel trials in the tablet, but they weren’t anything like Metatron had told. Then, Naomi shows up, saying he’s been lying. He wasn’t trying to fix Heaven—he was trying to destroy it. Cast all angels to earth as revenge for driving him away.

“Then she—she said if Sam completed the trials, he would die. ‘The Ultimate Sacrifice.’ Castiel took me to Sam before going upstairs to straighten it out. I had walked into the church just before he cured the evil son of a bitch. ‘Told Sam the truth, that if he continued, he’d die. But you know Sammy, he didn’t care. He wanted to end it, ban the world of demons. Hell, I don’t blame him...but when he confessed that his greatest sin was constantly letting me down—thinking I would choose—”

His voice cuts abruptly, attempting to swallow the tears that formed away. His expression tightens, forcing all the muscles in his face to keep its composure as he refuses to give in to his emotions. Seeing him in this rare form tugged at my heart. I let go of Sam and quickly kneel in front of Dean, pulling his body into mine.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” I assure him, rubbing circles on his back. His breathing becomes shallow as I hug his stiff body. “He doesn’t think that.”

He grabs my arms before pushing himself out of my hold. “But he does. He would’ve rather die than have to face me for the rest of his life, thinking that he wasn’t enough. That I can’t trust him, that I would choose anyone or anything, past or present, over him.”

Dean shakes his head at the foolish thoughts his brother had believed. “Luckily, I talked him off the edge. We thought the power from the trials had vanished from his body, along with his will to end them. But instead, he hurled over in pain, collapsing to the ground. I practically dragged him to the car while calling out to Cas, but he didn’t answer. And that’s when it happened; Angels began falling from the sky.”

Worried, I inquire, “Have you been able to get a hold of Castiel?” He shook his head, his frustration evident due to our angel friend’s silence.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Immediately, I stand and add distance between us. I walk to the opposite side of the bed just as the doctor enters the room. He introduces himself while displaying Sam’s MRI scans against the X-ray Illuminator. Dean walks over and examines the scans while the doctor finally reads the diagnosis listed on his clipboard.

“The MRI shows massive internal burns affecting many of the major organs. Oxygen to the brain has been severely deprived.” Dean uncrosses his arms as he begins to make his way towards me. “The coma is the result of the body doing everything in its limited power to protect itself from further harm.”

He walks around me and stands on my left, closest to Sam. He stares at his brother before breathing out, “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“If your brother continues on this trajectory, the machines might keep him alive, but—”

Dean interrupts, “He’ll be dead.”

The doctor nods. “Technically, yes. I’m afraid so.”

“So, there’s—there’s no recovery? I mean, there’s no bounce back. There’s no nothing.”

“I’m afraid that’s in God’s hands now.” I look up at Dean and watch his head tilt ever so slightly, taken aback by the doctor’s remark.

“You’re a doctor. You’re a medical professional.” Oh boy, here we go. “You’re trying to tell me that my brother’s life is in God’s hands? What, is that supposed to be a-a comfort?” Dean questions.

My left arm curls around his bicep while my right hand rests on his forearm for support, a reminder that I was with him in this. When he doesn’t seem to have noticed, I gently whisper, “Dean,” moving my right hand in his own, wishing to be a calming presence in this nightmare.

“Mr. Dougherty—” the doctor tries speaking, but Dean ignores us both.

“No, God has nothing to do with this equation at all,” He shakes with anger as each word becomes louder than the next.

“I didn’t mean—” the physician tries again, with no luck. If he only knew the real reason behind Dean’s anger.

“That’s not good enough!” He shouts, no doubt striking fear into Sam's doctor.

“Hey,” I tug on him, forcing Dean to tear his attention away from the man and stare at me. “Why don’t we go take a breather?”

His dark eyes search my pleading ones before offering a tiny, unamused nod. I lead him around the bed towards the hallway, thanking the doctor on the way out. Once we were out of the room, I let him go. Dean’s face instantly changes from anger to fear as the news sinks in. Just like Sam would, I step up to reassure the older Winchester.

“We’ll figure something out, okay? We always do. Everything will be fine—” I begin, but he cuts me off.

“Stop. Not now. I just—I need time to think.” He tiredly states before turning away. He stares into the distance, something catching his eye. I follow his gaze and see the sign that caught his attention; ‘Chapel.’

“Do you want me to go with you?” I ask softly but get a head shake.

“Just stay with Sam. I’ll be back.” With that, he heads toward the hospital’s safe haven.

I walked back into the room, quietly shutting the door behind the doctor so it was just us two. Planting myself in the chair beside Sam’s bed, my eyes grow hot, tears welling up far quicker now that I was alone. With Dean gone, I allow the tears to tumble down my cheek, unbothered to wipe the sorrow away. Hot tears splatter against my jeans while a few run past my chin, finding refuge beneath my shirt. My throat painfully fights the words I force out.

“Please, Sam, stay with us. We’ll do whatever we can, but we need you to fight. Please.”

I sat up straight, my head no longer resting beside Sam’s hand, once I heard the door open. Looking over my shoulder, Dean closes it before making his way around the other side of the bed. I quickly wiped my tear-stained cheeks dry before he could notice.

“I figured out a way to help Sammy.” He says, leaning against the cabinets.

I immediately perk up. “What—How?”

“When I was in the chapel, I prayed to Castiel. When I realized he wasn’t going to answer, I...” He trails off.

“You what?” I ask warily.

“I decided to make a house call to any angel out there who’s willing to help Sam for a favor in return.” I tilt my head with dismay, knowing it wasn’t the smartest idea but a desperate one. “I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but that doesn’t matter now. Sammy needs healing.”

“Do you honestly think someone will show up to help? It hasn’t always been sunshine and rainbows, so what makes this time any different? They want us dead, Dean. And you just put an A.P.B out on our heads. We can’t even move Sam! We’re literally sitting ducks.” I could tell he didn’t like my input, but it didn’t matter. It needed to be said.

“Well, if anyone tries something other than fixing my brother, I’ll take care of it.” He answers.

“We.” I correct. "We’ll take care of it.”

We lock eyes, and he nods in agreement. Now, to wait and see if any angel will show.

After a while, silence fell between us, and hope diminished with each passing minute. Dean was leaning against the ash wood cabinets, lost in thought, when the door softly opened. An unfamiliar lady walks in, offering a small smile. Dean uncrosses his arms before pushing himself off the counter. He walked near Sam's bed as I stood from my chair, turning to face her.

“Hi,” he says eagerly. “I’m just gonna break the ice. Are you an angel?”

She nervously chuckles at his remark. “Sometimes I wish I were. My name is Kim Schortz, and I’m a grief counselor here at the hospital.”

“Right. Uh, uh...” He gazes downward in disappointment as he struggles to find an excuse for his direct question. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”

She flashes him an understanding smile.

“Well, all due respect, but, uh, I’m not grieving—not yet at least, so—” I hear the sadness in his lowered voice, wondering why no angel has come to help.

“I’m afraid as hard as this may be, this might be a good time to talk...” She looks past me and down at Sam before finishing. “About the inevitable.”

“Look, I’m sure you’re a nice person and that you mean well, but ‘inevitable’—that’s a fighting word where we come from. There’s always a way.” I interject.

“And I am a prayerful woman who believes in miracles as much as the next, but I also know how to read an E.E.G. And unless you’re telling me you guys have a direct line to those angels that you were looking for—”

“Yeah, no, I uh...guess we don’t.” Dean interrupts, anguish taking over his features before the realization dawns on him. “But I might have something better.”

He chuckles before the first genuine smile displays on his exhausted face. “I got the King of Hell in my trunk.”

My eyes widen. “Crowley?” I ask in shock that he hadn’t mentioned it before.

He happily strides out of the room. A surge of excitement courses through my body, knowing there could still be a chance, other than angels, to heal Sam.

“Uh, is—is that...I’m sorry. Is that a metaphor?” The confused counselor inquires.

“Sure, sweetie.” I pat her shoulder and begin guiding the woman towards the hall.

“We appreciate you stopping by. Please, don’t come back. It’d be a shame to waste more of each other’s time. Thanks for understanding.” I say in the most polite way—given the situation—before closing the door behind her.

I skip over to Sam and pet his hair, smiling at his beautiful, still face. “Don’t worry, Sammy. You’ll be back soon enough.”

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09X01 I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here | Castiel Still

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Some of dean’s biggest crimes / worst decisions, words and action-wise,  tend to spawn from when he’s been blindsided and has no clue what tf is going on. Often he doesn’t have all the facts, he’ll be pitted and cornered, and comes to hasty conclusions esp when time is of the essence, acting as the decision-maker he’s had to become over the years, growing up. But then the problem is that he doesn’t realize that he doesn’t need to do that all the time. And that continuing to act that way can be very damaging to himself and those he cares about.

Some examples include soulless sam, the gadreel-possession arc, agreeing to the moc (despite NOT knowing what these vague ‘consequences’ are), his treatment of Jack in early s13 (literal widower just. reacting. to everything and trying/failing to wrap his head around that what they were building up to all during s12 was untrue, and unlearning that, and that Jack is just a kid, who is also an adult somehow, and capable of good!), Dean saying yes to Michael in s13 finale, and of course the divorce arc in late s14/ early s15.

Things happen, Dean didn’t have any actual planned involvement in the things that occurred, like they either occurred behind his back ,or he was cornered into making the best decision he could (whether or not it was ‘right’ or ‘wrong’):

1) Dean asking Death to save Sam’s soul from the cage and have it be returned to his brother, despite being told this could be extremely damaging to him. This due in response to him not knowing that Cas had half-assedly resurrected Sam in s6 without his soul, while Sam’s soul was still getting tortured in hell!!) (a whole other post to be made on that) 2) Gadreel offering to save Sam in 09x01, and Dean taking him up on it, remembering how messed up Sam was and how he didn’t think he deserved to continue to live in a world where he kept fucking up /disappointing his brother, etc. Giving Sam a chance to heal and wanting to tell him at every opportunity he could about the angel possession, but then getting blackmailed by Gadreel into staying quiet, else RIP Sam once again. 3) Dean getting manipulated by Crowley and Cain into agreeing to take on the moc despite not knowing anything about it because he always deals with consequences which he can deal with later, of course!! 4) Cas straight up getting killed in front of Dean’s eyes and him having Zero time to actually mourn properly without getting his world turned upside down by having a kid thrown in his lap, which up until a few episodes ago the plan for everyone had been to kill Jack! 5) Not seeing any other way other than to agree to let AU Michael possess him in order to save both Jack and Sam from Lucifer, resulting in new-brand “michael monsters” who are impervious to regular attacks and then of course Dean not being able to fend off Michael from within aka Michael would be left to roam free and take control of a second earth. 6) Sam and Rowena were off doing one thing in 15x03, Cas and Belphegor were down in Hell (they should NOT have been paired together. Jack was their kid and shouldn’t have been solely paired with any one of them ESP!! not Cas, considering his outright vocalization of the absolute heinousness of Belphegor possessing Jack’s corpse, he is an abomination, Cas can’t even look at him. absolute Dean crimes 100%) - while Dean was waiting by the rupture. The plan with Belphegor fails bc he was evil and a demon, duh, he had his own agenda. This causes Rowena and Sam to take on alternate measures, aka Rowena dies. They all come back together and Dean is again, blindsided. Wtf. -- The plan changed and now Rowena is dead?! That could have been avoidable , he wants to think. But he doesn’t know. He just wasn’t there. - And this is absolutely terrifying for his need to control his surroundings, he feels like if he had been there, if he had been able to be know what was going on, that there could have been a different outcome. And that’s where he’s wrong, because how can we ever know that?

He often says and does things that he feels deeply he knows isn’t right. But he doesn’t know what else is. And then Dean crimes ensue.

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