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SPN Deserved Better 31 Days Creative Challenge
Supernatural deserved better than that trashfire of a finale so let's create the quality content TPTB denied our beloved show and the SPN fandom in 15x20! Celebrate 15 years worth of amazing meta-storytelling and character growth with 31 Days of fixit prompts:
“Babe, I’m fine,” Kaia protested groggily (but only half-heartedly) as she felt the bed dip behind her and then the warmth of Claire’s chest against her back. “Besides, I don’t wanna get you sick.”
Claire snorted. “I was literally a werewolf for a day; I’m not afraid of some dumb flu.” Her arm wrapped around Kaia’s waist and squeezed. “Besides, I missed out on two years of this. Lots of lost time to make up. ”
Kaia felt herself smile into her pillow. It was still new, this thing between them, but it didn’t feel that way. In the two months since her return from the Bad Place, the initial attraction she’d felt for Claire had blossomed into something out of a dream, and for the first time in Kaia’s life, that wasn’t a bad thing. Now she slept peacefully more nights than not, what with no alternate realities left to dreamwalk to; and in the morning, she got to wake up next to Claire. It was the sort of quiet, feels-like-home happiness Kaia had never thought to actually have, but now that she had it, she wasn’t about to let it go.
She snuggled back against Claire, weaving their hands together. “I love you,” she murmured, and it was the first time either of them had actually said it, and it should’ve felt scary, but instead it just felt right.
Claire’s breath was soft and warm against her neck. “I love you too.” She pressed a kiss to the back of Kaia’s head. “Now go to sleep. I’ll protect you.”
Retirement
I decided to do @foundfamily4eva‘s Supernatural Deserved Better prompt list because I can. I wanted to do them in order, but this was what came out and it just fit best under retirement. Cope.
I also realized I really love this idea, and I am planning to do a lot more of these prompts set in this world. Maybe I can put them all together as one cohesive fic at the end of this and put it on AO3.
The bunker had always felt like home to Dean, but it had been over a year since he and Cas had been on a hunt. Sam and Eileen had pretty much turned the bunker into the main base of the hunting operation, and the hallways were constantly filled with people. Every room was used now. It was the way the bunker should have been all these years.
But it wasn’t home.
Dean could not picture living out the rest of his retirement with so much noise and so many people constantly around.
So Dean and Cas and Miracle went on a road trip. They went to Louisiana first and found Benny. Out of all the surprises Jack left for them after becoming God, Benny was one of the best. Jack had cleared out Purgatory of the monsters, except the leviathan. He gave them the choice to go to heaven or back to earth to live life as a human. Jack also made it so future monsters would go to heaven or hell based on how they lived their lives.
Apparently, Jack did not believe Garth and his family deserved to end up fighting for the rest of eternity in Purgatory.
To Dean’s surprise, Benny chose Earth. He had stayed in the bunker with them for a while, but he never felt comfortable living with so many people around, and when the bunker filled up, he decided to go back home.
The three of them spent a week fishing and eating jambalaya in the backwoods.
When they left Louisiana, they went to Chicago to see Charlie and Stevie. Charlie and Dean dragged Stevie and Cas to a week long larping tournament and Dean spent the whole week planning strategy with Charlie and attempting not to just ogle at Cas in his leather and chainmail clad body as he beat everyone in sword fighting. He was quite good at the strategy part.
They went to Michigan next and saw Kevin and Linda Tran. The Trans were trying to move on with their lives, and Kevin was taking some classes at the state college. After his stint in hell, he had come to the realization that ivy leagues were overrated, and his biggest goal now was to live a completely normal life.
They went to Minnesota next and saw Donna. Dean and Cas helped her build a grenade launcher with help from Bobby, and they tested it out on an abandoned field outside town.
They ended up in Sioux Falls. It felt right, it felt like a homecoming. Claire and Kaia had just moved into their own apartment downtown, and Patience and Alex decided to split an apartment in the same complex. Dean and Cas stayed at Jody’s and they had family dinners every night.
“What are you boys doing next?” She finally asked after they had spent a month cuddled together on her couch. When they just looked at each other at a loss, she sighed and handed over a manila envelope.
Dean opened it, reading slowly and stopped after a minute. “Jody.” It’s the only word he can get out.
“It’s what Bobby would have wanted. And the other Bobby said he already has a good set up in Minnesota. It’s yours.”
Dean and Cas looked back down at the deed to Bobby’s land. “What do you think, babe? You up for building a house together?”
#spndbcc day 29: retrospective
#SPNDBCC | Destiel | @foundfamily4eva
tw: graphic depictions of violence
READ ON AO3
“I love you.”
“I…” Dean wanted to get the words out, wanted to say them, but he was trapped. Billie was pounding on the door, the sound driving down into his bones as sheer panic, and he just stared and stared at Cas. Oh god, he was really doing this. He was going to go. He loved him, and Dean… God, Dean loved him back.
“Goodbye, Dean.”
A bloody hand was on his shoulder, and Dean shoved himself into Cas just as Cas tried to push him, holding on tight.
The Empty came, and they were smothered by nothingness.
They fell through that empty void, holding onto each other. Castiel’s eyes were wide, absolutely horrified.
“Don’t you dare think I’d ever let you go,” Dean growled, voice thick with emotion. Tears still burned in his eyes.
SPNDBCC- 2: Dean Is Bisexual
When Dean was a kid, he liked the typical things boys his age liked. Riding bikes, arcade games, hot wheels. His favorite thing at the time, though, was wrestling, and his favorite wrestler was Gunner Lawless. Gunner was the man of the hour. He was the heavyweight champion, the fans loved him. When Dean tuned in on Monday nights, he was most excited to hear Gunner’s music hit. It was his favorite part of the week.
Gunner would come out in his spandex tights, and a white leather jacket with cowboy fringe. He looked so strong. Like a superhero. Like he could rip a man apart with his bear hands. At the end of his entrance, he would always give his glove to a lucky kid in the audience. Dean dreamed that one day, he would be that kid.
His eyes lit up and his heart raced when Gunner was on the screen. He chalked that up to being a typical fan. He was excited. But his eyes lingered a little too long on those oiled-up arms, stared a little too hard when Gunner would bend over to pick up an opponent, wished he was the one lying on the mat when Gunner went in for the pin. But surely everyone had thoughts like that, right?
One night his dad sat down on the stain-covered couch of whatever random motel they were staying at and watched a bit of the show with him. John didn’t know many of the wrestlers, but he was quick to cheer when blood was spilled, and quick to make comments when the women came out for their one and only match of the night.
There was a pretty blonde in a high-cut leotard fighting against some lady dressed as a magician. John nudged Dean as the two women locked up, and with a sly smile he said, “Now see, I’d let her wrestle me anytime, am I right?”
Dean nodded with a forced smile. It wasn’t that Dean didn’t find her attractive, she was smoking, ten out of ten, but he noticed no one ever made those kinds of comments when the guys were on the screen. Even when he found the odd local kid who also liked wrestling, they never talked about the guys the same way they talked about the girls. But to Dean, it all felt the same.
Well, not exactly the same. Because girls made his mouth water and his heart skip, and guys made him want to surrender and touch and hold. It was all too much.
He knew John would never approve if he said anything, so he just pretended that those feelings weren’t there. But he couldn’t help the nervous laughter that escaped him when a friend he had a crush on told a joke, or the way he bit his lip and focused on the ground if a boy caught his gaze for too long, or the jolt of electricity when his hand brushed against the hand of the very cute boy he played Mortal Combat against on the weekends.
Dean always knew he liked boys and girls, but he was trapped, longing for the moment when he could finally exhale and live in his truth. He didn’t know when that day would come, or if it would come, but if it did, Dean hoped he would be met with love.
SPN Deserved Batter 1: Found Family
Imagine boy who loses his family at 4 years old.
His mother dies in a fire and grief drives his father to be a different man, not a father so much as a commander. His baby brother, who he carried from the fire in his tiny arms even as his mother roasted on the ceiling, is left in his clumsy care as he spends his life moving from motel to motel and school to school.
He never has a relationship, and the couple attempts he makes don’t pan out. He’s too wild. Too unusual. Too dangerous. But it doesn’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that it’s not true, because he’ll always be out of their lives in a couple weeks. A month at the outside.
And then, the little brother he raised, fed, cared for, had to be mother and father to- leaves. Just when they were getting old enough to be peers. Leaves their father and their lifestyle more than he leaves Dean, but it doesn’t feel like it.
And then Dean’s father starts to leave him behind more and more. Splitting up in Montana for a couple weeks. Berating him for missing an easy kill when they go after werewolves together in Oregon and then taking off to deal with a lead on a demon.
He joins forces with other hunters now and then. People who crash his case without a disguise as good or as useful as his. Idiots who only think they know what their doing. Lee Webb, for a while. A friend... or something. But it can’t last.
And then, finally, his father goes on a hunting trip, and he doesn’t hear from him for days, and Dean is so alone, he breaks his promise to himself that he would let Sam go on and live a normal life. And he brings Sam’s life crashing down around him, and goddamn it, he’s a little relieved when it gets Sam back in the car. Back on the road.
They hunt. They hunt for years. and they find themselves at the center of the battle between heaven and hell. They lose their father. They gain an angel.
Their work is dangerous. Their enemies are powerful and merciless, and there is a version of this story where every new friend, ally and supporter dies. Where Sam and Dean only ever have each other to fall back on. Where they push too hard and sacrifice too much and have to watch the people around them die over and over.
But.
There are more things in heaven an earth than they have dreamt of.
They learn that there are people who have been hunters for generations, and not just hunters who were born in fire and tragedy like they were. They find a roadhouse full of people who know the truth. Who work as hard as they do. They aren’t in Nebraska all that often, but it’s a safe place to have a drink and bunk down when they are there. They reconnect with Bobby Singer, who becomes more of a father to them than John ever was, though it’s still hard for Dean to admit it.
Castiel, the angel who Dean hated least, becomes a friend. More than a friend, Almost a brother, Dean thinks. Someone... someone he can love differently than he loves Sam. Someone he, as an adult, as his own person, can choose to care about and take care of.
And there are still worlds left to conquer. Every year there seems to be a bigger threat, more of the world in danger, but every year they have more people to rely on.
To love.
They check in with Jo Harvelle when they are in the Northeast now. She’s mostly going to college, but still hunts here and there.
Gordon... they work with Gordon when they have to. He’s dangerous... but you don’t bring a knife to a gun fight and hunters are not, by and large, cuddly. Gordon is at least more reliable than Bella, who is about as likely to help you as she is to double cross you, and every couple years they always need her too much to say no when she calls.
Jody Mills calls when she knows she needs back up, and Dean and Sam don’t talk about how nice it is to be put up in her guest room and welcomed to her leftovers when they are there.
The nerdy redhead surprises Dean. Charlie, who worms her way into his heart so fast.
He thinks about her, sometimes, even in Purgatory, as he and Benny hunt for Castiel, and Benny stops asking who this angel is to Dean that makes him so important.
When Dean escapes purgatory, but loses Cas, and doesn’t know what to say to Benny, he tries to find her, but lets go when he realizes that she might be the one person he can’t find if they don't want to be found.
Years go by, and it turns out Hunters aren't the only monster hunters. Some hoighty-toighty bunker douche bags tried their hand at it too, and Dean finds himself, suddenly, with a home.
It’s a creepy underground 50′s bunker... but it’s big. It’s even big as it starts to fill up.
Castiel takes the room next to Dean’s. Sam doesn’t say anything when he picks a different wing of the barracks.
When Jo drops out of college again, she comes to stay for a while.
An encounter with spell work and fairies at a Larp Weekend bring Charlie back into the fold, and she grabs another one of the rooms in Sam’s wing. Claire Novak runs away to them more than once.
It’s not as though it’s ever bustling, but it’s not as though it’s quiet. Jack, a child in a teenager’s body and a nearly all powerful being in a tee shirt, certainly keeps things interesting, but even he isn’t the strangest piece of their little compound when Gabriel comes back to life and Rowena, mother of the king of hell have... one bedroom, at least until they swindle, and possibly murder their way into a penthouse someone far away from the midwest. Charlie, after an extremely strange night, starts dating Dorothy from the wizard of Oz, and Sam’s side of the barracks fills up just a little more.
And then, here and there... a monster.
When Garth becomes a werewolf, he doesn’t know where else to stay. When Sam’s kitsune friend from junior high is being hunted, they hide in the bunker. They don’t stay forever, but they retreat there. To Sam and Dean. And Castiel. And Charlie. And whoever else might be a spare bedroom at that point.
Dean doesn’t notice how much he’s changing until Amara brings back his mother.
And suddenly he feels like he has to hide how he talks to and touches Castiel when she’s in the same room. And Charlie wants to talk to him about it, and he doesn’t know how.
He finds himself telling Mary about John, and realizing that when he talks about his life with John... there is nothing else in it.
Motels and monsters.
No learning to make old fashioned to get Cas to try whiskey. No sitting with Charlie at the computer for hours while she patiently explains something that she could do in her sleep. No Rowena smuggling cursed bones into the library when she promised she would stop. No trying to explain Scooby do to Cas, or reading a book that Cas leant him on their very infrequent days off.
And then Sam meets a girl on a hunt. Eileen. And Dean can see how he lights up around her, and the way she smiles at him, and the way people look at Sam and Eileen, and then at him and Castiel, and then anywhere else.
But it’s not the focus of their lives as they have to defeat the men of letters.
and then another dimension opens up, and all of them are confronted with who they could have been. Hard, ransacked versions of themselves.
Dean’s relieved he doesn’t exist in that dimension. He’s starting to think he knows what the version of himself would look like. He thinks it’s probably the version of himself who sold his soul for Sam.
A man he no longer is.
Eventually they win.
Or almost win, because now, after everything, they have to fight god. But they do go home. They call everyone, and everyone starts driving to Kansas.
But Dean goes to Charlie’s room, and he’s ready to talk about it, and she’s happy to hear about it.
And then, even though it’s late, he goes to Cas’s room and he says something he’s barely been letting himself think.
He stays there with Cas. All night.
In the morning, they walk into the kitchen together, where Sam and Eileen are rather conspicuously drinking Bloody Mary’s very slowly, and Charlie and Dorothy are playing footsy under the table and going through some research with Pamela. Bobby is bent over a book and chugging coffee. So is Mary. Jack is eating some kind of sugary cereal the way a cat eats a bread bag tie, hunched over it like he’s worried someone’s going to take it away from him when they realize he isn’t supposed to have it.
Dean sees Cas smile out over the room, and the way that all of them smile back. And he takes Cas’s hand.
It takes time and work and struggle. But they do defeat God. They do win their freedom and their lives back.
All of them.
Day 27 of the Supernatural Deserved Better Creative Challenge by @foundfamily4eva
THEY DESERVED THIS!
Sorry, I am NOT GOOD at sex scenes, but I wanted this to be special...
