Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.
First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.
If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. That’s like blindfolding someone, telling them that you’re gonna feed them an apple, and then making them bite into a banana - peel and all.
I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, respond, and engage with my original post. I truly appreciate the perspectives shared, they’ve helped me see things more clearly and refine my thoughts.
this might upset some supernatural fans but genuinely why is jared in the boys…? i’m a little upset seeing him in the new season trailer, and a lot of people are excited to see jensen and jared on the same set together again, and i get that, but at the same time i’ve been enjoying jensen by myself in the boys.
i just wonder what role jared’s character will play, and i hope he isn’t close to Soldier Boy, that would feel like a fanfic crossover imo, if they’re on opposite sides then i might enjoy it 🤷
I love your writing! Could you do 31 with Castiel?
Human emotions are complicated
Pairing: Castiel X reader
Prompt: "I'm not jealous."
A/n: I headcanon that Cass doesn't quite understand human emotions so he doesn't know what they feel like
Nights in the bunker were one of few things; rowdy, uncomfortable, cold, or unsettling. Tonight had been a mix of each, everyone had something to drink but it had been long since your buzz wore off; now you laid in your bed staring at the ceiling, your TV was your only source of light, the flashing colors dimming and brightening the room around you.
You had thought that by watching some TV before you slept you would be tired enough for a good night's rest but you were wrong.
Tossing the covers off of yourself and grabbing your smaller lap blanket, you tossed it around your shoulders wrapping yourself in it before standing up on the cold hard floor. You left your room to make your way through every room in the bunker looking for your blue eyed angel.
Castiel had been with you earlier in the night but he never came to bed once you laid down, it was concerning but you brushed it off until you realized you couldn't sleep.
The halls were dimly lit, the small warm lights against the wall dimmed for comfort and low visibility. Your feet dragged the floor as you walked, a lousy bad habit from being tired all the time. As you reached the threshold to the kitchen you slowed to a stop to take a peak around. It was dimly lit as well, the brightest light in the kitchen being the one over the stove. It was empty, beer bottles and messy plates scattered around. It would be hell to clean in the morning.
Venturing onward from the kitchen you went down a list of rooms; cass' former room, the bathroom, the upstairs library, the downstairs library, and finally the main study/hangout area.
Sitting on the far end of the table was Cass, his arms were resting on the table. His brows here furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze was stuck on the bare table before him. He was brooding.
"Cass?"
He looked up at you as you made your way towards him, turning on the lamp in front of him you pulled out the chair next to him and took a seat.
"Why so sad looking?"
Concern was laced in your voice as you spoke. Lifting a hand and resting it upon his arm you squeezed it reassuringly.
"I don't know." Castiel huffed.
He seemed so strained and lost. The look in his eyes holding a resentment. You opened your mouth to voice your thoughts but Castiel spoke before you could.
"I didn't like the way you and Sam were practically glued to each other all night long, I don't understand it though." He whined.
You looked at him in confusion before the realization washed over you. The memories of Sam following you around everywhere you went and vise versa came back to you. You could practically feel the smile curling at your lips.
"Baby." You called innocently.
Castiel turned his gaze back to you, the smile on you lips making him twinge at the thought of what you were planning.
"Are you jealous?" You cooed.
Castiel suddenly sat up straight, his face a bright red. "I'm not jealous." He murmured. Turning his face away from you so that you could no longer see his reaction he huffed. You smiled sheepishly knowing that he wouldn't be getting away from this one so easily.
"Did I see you blushing just now?" You mused.
Castiel suddenly covered his face with his hands, making you even more determined to poke at him. "I don't even know what being jealous feels like." He whined.
You weren't really surprised by this comment, he's an angel after all. You were always helping get ahold of these feelings. "I can help you understand." You grasped his arm, pulling towards you. What he turned to look at you, you thought your heart was going to break. He looked so lost.
"Hey, hey." You removed your hands from his forearm and cupped his face instead. "It's okay." You reassured him.
"Is it really?" He pressed.
You smiled warmly at him. "Yes, it is. Human emotions are complicated for you and that's why I'm here." Grabbing his shoulders you almost pulled him straight out of his chair trying to hug him.
It was an awkward hug the way he fell into your hold but eventually he steadied himself.
"C'mon." You stood, urging him to come to bed with you. Reluctantly he came back to bed with you where you eventually got him to feel better. It was a long talk before you got to that point but it all felt rewarding in the end.
Imagine the Winchesters explaining to Jack what it’s like to work a case with you...
Jack smiled up at where you and Castiel stood to his side, beaming positivity and happiness.
“This is exciting.” He said. “I’ve never worked a case with Y/n and Cas before.”
There was a small chuckle from Dean who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, “Oh, you’re going to enjoy this.” He nodded.
Jack went quiet and looked to Sam with a curious frown. He didn’t quite understand what Dean meant. Seeing this, Sam quickly launched into an explanation about how you and Castiel always found yourselves with opposing theories during a case.
And every time, without fault, you would end up in a heated argument while Dean and Sam had to listen.
Jack raised a brow skeptically, “That can’t be true. Y/n and Cas never fight.”
“Actually, that’s not entirely accurate.” The trench coated angel confessed and drew the young boys attention over. “Working cases together tend to bring out the worst in us.”
His shoulder was bumped into as you leaned forward and chimed in. “Mostly because he won’t admit that he’s wrong.”
Castiel rolled his eyes, turning to face you properly with accusatory glare, “And what do you call the wraith in Ohio?”
“What is with you and that one case?” You groaned.
“You thought it was a siren - it was very clearly wrong.”
“Are you serious-?”
This time Dean rolled his eyes and slid a burner phone across the table to the nephilim. He knew how these arguments ended and how they could carry on over multiple days so the least he could do was spare the kid from unnecessary earaches.
“Give us a call if they get like this and we’ll sort ‘em out.”
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Nothing to be afraid of. Just a flirty, hot mess for a few hundred words.
Word Count: 665
Submitted by: @erins-culinary-service
“Can I buy you a drink?” You look in the direction of the voice and are met with a cocky smile and green eyes. This guy is standing there all flannel and denim, whiskey and scruff, and you should probably say no. You’ve had a shitty day, week even, and you were drinking alone on purpose. You already said no to Richie tonight, although his attempt to hit on you is more of a weekly annoyance. Then there’s this guy. He’s handsome with a touch of arrogant and maybe he’ll be worth the effort but you suppose you’ll only find out by talking to him.
“I should warn you I’m in a terrible mood.”
He cocks his leg over the stool next to you and holds two fingers up to the barman, Danny, ordering that drink that you never formally accepted. “I’m sorry to hear that, anything I can do to help?”
You laugh a little finishing the drink you already had, “I bet I can guess what you think will help.”
You hadn’t felt his eyes on your earlier but when he looks you up and down now it’s a physical sensation. Like it’s his hands grazing over your skin rather than just his eyes. His tongue darts outs over his bottom lip, which forces you to notice how full and inciting it is as he counters, “I bet you can’t.”
Smile, take a gulp of your drink, don’t get lost in the promise of his words. It’s simple enough instructions from your brain but takes a mammoth effort to actually follow through.
“You haven’t even asked me my name yet.”
“Doesn’t matter, sweetheart.”
Guys like him call girls like you sweetheart so they don’t get confused. It’s a red flag and yet, as you lean your head to rest on your hand, smiling at him and his jaw that makes your knees weak, you couldn’t care less.
“I could be a serial killer? Or some crazy cat lady.”
He smirks, “you rank serial killer and crazy cat lady together? Good to know. I think I’ll be ok either way.”
You shake your head, grinning, “you think you’re hot shit, huh? What you think just like that we’re getting out of here?”
“I think I’m adorable.” He pouts at you to illustrate his point. You can’t argue with his assessment. “But we don’t have to go anywhere yet, I can enjoy your company right here. ‘Sides we’ve got these to drink first.”
Timing seems to be his thing since that’s when Danny comes back and two glasses are set in front of you. This guy is as smooth as silk and you’re about to tell him as much except you take a sip of the drink in front of you first. The oaky flavor lingers on your tongue as the warmth rolls down your throat. It reminds you of an old country song your mom used to listen to.
“You’re a smooth as this Tennessee whiskey, you know.” You laugh at your own joke, even if he doesn’t, “come on then cowboy, hit me with a name.”
He knocks his glass back, swallowing the measure with ease. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he raises his empty glass in a meaningless toast, “Dean.”
“Y/N,” you reply finishing the shot he’d bought you.
“Pleasure to meet you Y/N. You ready to get out of here now or do I need to keep sweet talking you?”
The glass is heavy as you drop it back on the bar with a thud, “that’s it huh? Just one drink Dean?”
There’s a beat. It hangs between you like a barrier until Dean chases it away by leaning in. If you thought he was irresistible before, at arm's length, now it’s all you can do not to start touching him. His lips are drawing you in like a magnet when he mutters his promises again, “the drink isn’t what’s going to make your day better honey.”
Prompt: You’re behind on the new season of SPN, something that is nearly forbidden, so your best friend inquires why...
Word count: 571
Warning: language
Note: this is a cute drabble inspired by a conversation between me and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (who also beta’d this). Pretend said actor was/is never married.
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As you were enjoying your quiet morning, cup of coffee on the table, book you were currently invested in, and your pets all sleeping sound, a familiar noise sounded over your tablet. You were getting a video call from your oldest and dearest friend: Ida.
You answered the call with a fond smile painted on your lips.
“Hey, you!” you greeted, a faint chuckle in your voice as her gorgeous face, sparkling blue eyes, and raven hair filled the screen.
“Hey! What’s up?! I haven’t talked to you in forever!” she greeted.
“Ida, we talked last night,” you reminded.
She shook her head. “We messaged each other, hardly real communication,” she informed with her signature eyeroll. You giggled in response. Ida had been your best friend growing up, but about two years ago, she and her family had moved out of the country. Forcing you two to never see each other except through a screen.
“Any reason you called?” you wondered sweetly, as you remembered you had company over. Company that you weren’t sure you wanted to share with anyone yet.
“Just checking in. You’ve been sort of MIA lately. Oh my god! Did you see the last episode of Supernatural?!” she questioned, clearly excited beyond belief.
You gently laughed and shook your head. “Uh, no, I’ve been pretty busy lately. Haven’t had a chance,” you informed, your mind dancing with delicious memories of the distraction.
“What?!” she all but screeched. “What is more important than keeping up with Supernatural?! And you call yourself a fangirl. Bad fangirl,” she chided, shaking her head and tsking you.
Suddenly, you’re current boyfriend who was fresh out of the shower in nothing but low hanging pajama pants called over to you.
“Who you talking to, babe?” he asked.
“Uh, just Ida,” you informed, a crimson blush blooming on your cheeks.
Ida’s face grew into suspicion. “Who’s there?! Is that the person who’s been keeping you from doing your fangirl duties?! I demand this person take responsibilities.”
“Uh, Ida, I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” you informed, your eyes on his still wet form as a wicked smile formed on his face. He began to saunter over to you but you shook your head, pleading for him to keep his distance and not join you in front of the screen but he wouldn’t listen. He came up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and kissed your head.
“So this is Ida?” he asked, his eyes glued to the screen. “Hey, Ida, I’m J--”
“Jensen Fucking Ackles,” she stammered, her jaw not quite back in place.
The blush on your cheeks grew even hotter.
Her eyes flashed from his face to yours over and over again. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were seeing Jensen fucking Ackles?!” she demanded.
“I--” you started, nervous, but Jensen finished for you.
“First off, I didn’t know my middle name was ‘fucking’,” he stated, a gorgeous laugh coming out of him, making Ida laugh slightly and blush just as badly as you were. “Secondly, we wanted to keep it quiet for a bit. I’m sure you understand that.”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah...Yeah...I get it...So...this is why you’re behind on the show?” she asked, a confused expression painted on her features.
“That’s why,” you said with an impish smile and shrug.
“Then that’s a perfectly acceptable reason,” she breathed, still starstruck.
Part Three: A Child Belongs With His Father. (Two and a Half Men S06E02)
Episode Summary: Sam and the reader investigate a case about missing babies whose parents are being murdered, and upon working a crime scene, discover a baby boy. Dean is called to help after the reader and Sam are unsure of what to do. However, while taking care of the orphaned child, the reader and Dean discover something about themselves—they make decent parents.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 5,704.
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Note: I was totally gonna try to put this up last night but someone’s power went out on three separate occasions and then my internet stopped working until this morning. Hopefully this part was worth the wait!
Taking care of a baby was challenging work. It was no doubt in your mind about that when you realized Bobby John was now an orphan after his poor parents were the victims of whatever sort of plan this shifter had. But you didn't realize that it was about to get a hell of a lot worse from the discovery that you made that his father was the creature you were hunting. And Bobby John was alike like the man. It was beginning to make sense now of why all these missing babies were disappearing into thin air. He had fun a little over a year ago with the babies’ mommies. And he was collecting his children after the mother did all the hard work.
You shushed Bobby John with a soothing tone as you dried him off with a towel and changed his diaper again after you and Dean gave him a quick bath after his little "accident." But he wasn't having it. He screamed on the top of his lungs and cried his little heart out, making you feel a little flustered for what you could do to calm him down. You decided to wait a moment on changing him back into his clothes and picked Bobby John up from the bed to rest him on your shoulder and start to slowly bounce him around, hoping he would start to calm down before the other guests in the motel started to get pissed at hearing the baby cry.
But it was a little too late when you heard a knock on the door that could have been heard from all the crying Bobby John was doing, causing you to freeze in your spot. You furrowed your brow in suspicion as your eyes quickly wandered over to Dean, who rolled his eyes in frustration, not the least bit happy at a stranger stopping by during this inconvenient time.
"Manager. Is everything all right in there?" The muffled voice called out, continuing to knock on the locked door. Dean shouted some excuse that everything was perfectly fine. Bobby John, however, decided to prove otherwise when he continued to scream and cry. "There's been some complaints. Mind opening up the door, sir?"
“Uh, it’s not a good time.” Dean said, shrugging his shoulders from how persistent this man was trying to be when you started to grow a little bit more worried. Bobby John started to calm down ever so slightly when you started to slowly rock him back and forth. The visitor was ever so impatient as he knocked again, making you grow angry yourself. Dean tried one last time for him to leave the three of you alone. “I just got out of the shower.”
Your head cradled the back of Bobby John’s head as your grip around him tightened when you noticed the lock on the door was starting to turn. It didn't leave a good feeling in your stomach about who was on the other side. Dean seemed to share the same suspicion when he nodded his head to the bathroom, signaling you and Bobby John to hide. The shifter found all of you once before. And it wouldn't take a genius to realize the father was back again in new clothing to try again. You locked yourself and the baby in the bathroom, leaving the older Winchester on his own. You sat down on the toilet after putting down the lid and propped Bobby John on your lap.
“You gonna be good for me while Uncle Dean kills your daddy?” You couldn't believe the words that you were saying to the baby, but with the right kind of tone, Bobby John was now smiling, his mood beginning to change ever so slightly. “Yeah. You're going to stay here with me and everything's gonna be fine. I promise you."
You let out a quiet chuckle from how the baby was now starting to behave, giving you a little more of relief. However, you hand slipped into your back pocket and pulled out your knife only to place it on the counter for safekeeping. You stared at the flimsy lock on the door. If this shifter wanted to get his hands on this baby, he was going to have to get through you and Dean first. And the son of a bitch would pry Bobby John out of your cold, dead fingers before you let that happen.
Dean prepared himself when he saw the lock on the motel room door beginning to shift upwards, he hid himself behind the wall, knife in him to attack the monster. The door swung open just seconds later, followed by the sound of footsteps slowly entering the room, taking a cautious inspection to see where you or the other Winchesters were. When the shifter wasn't expecting it, Dean jumped out from his hiding spot and attacked.
The older Winchester took the shifter by surprise, managing to get the loaded gun out of his hands when he realized the shifter wasn't the old lady anymore, but a cop. Dean attempted to stab the monster, but he found himself stumbling backwards until he stood next to the empty crib. He quickly regained his posture and pointed the knife at the shifter, not backing down so easily.
"Get out of the way." The shifter demanded.
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." Dean said, his grip around the handle tightened more.
The shifter narrowed his eyes, "A child should be with his father."
"Well, I gotta be honest," Dean found the remark funny to him as his eyes wandered to the diaper box you put on top of the old TV, the baby looked exactly like the one Bobby John had turned into. "I'm not really seeing the family resemblance."
"I'm not just talking about me." The shifter grew a smirk, as if he knew a secret Dean didn't know. "I'm talking about our father."
Dean wasn't going to wait for whatever kind of explanation he didn’t want to know. He lunged forward and made his move again, attempting to take down the shifter once and for all, but he only managed a cut across the cheek, making the thing stop in his tracks for a moment at the sizzling pain. But he got vengeance by grabbing the hunter by the collar of his shirt and roughly throwing him across the room, making Dean hit his head on the way down, stunning him just long enough for the shifter to make way to the crib and lean over, expecting to see the son he'd been chasing for the past few days—only to see that it was empty.
The shifter could feel his hands clenching into fists from what was happening. He was about to release his anger on the hunter, but before he did, he heard a muffled sound coming from a shut door he didn't notice before. A smirk began to slowly creep across the ends of his lips at what sounded like a baby's cry. You sat in the bathroom as you slightly bounced your knee, trying to get Bobby John to stay quiet when he started to get fussy again. But you heard his crying get louder when the bathroom door swung open without a warning. You acted quickly managing to snag the knife up from the counter and hold the baby tighter to your chest. There stood the shifter, now dressed as a deputy, he wasn’t the least bit threatened by your knife.
“Get back.” You warned him. You managed to balance Bobby John on your hip with one arm resting on his torso as the other hand pointed the blade at his father, knowing he was cornered from making any sort of sudden moves. He could try something, but from the adrenaline running through your veins, you wouldn't dare let the baby go in the wrong hands. He could make a move, but before he knew what happened to him, the shifter would have the blade sticking out in his neck. “Or I swear to—”
You never managed to finish your threat, because what came out of your mouth was a sudden gasp of surprise from the sudden sound of what appeared to be a gunshot. Bobby John began to cry louder from the noise that scared him, you flinched and automatically wrapped an arm around the baby, trying to protect him from whatever sort of stupid stunt the shifter might have done. But the dead body that suddenly laid at your feet told a different story. You furrowed your brow as you looked up from the blood that was starting to stain the tiled floor. Dean wouldn’t have done such a dangerous move like shooting off a gun. Despite being a trained hunter all of his life, all it took was one wrong shift of the arm to get someone hurt. But the person standing behind the smoking gun was someone you should have suspected all along—Sam.
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Bobby John’s father might have been dead, but you still had many more problems ahead of you. Like, what the hell were you going to do with a shapeshifting baby now that his parents were all dead? You stared at his peaceful sleeping face when you and the boys were back on the road, trying to figure out your next plan of action. Bobby John was passed out in his car seat, your lips stretched into a smile from how cute he was. You nestled yourself closer to the baby when Sam continued on talking, making sense of how all of this had been playing out, and why the shifter wanted Bobby John so badly.
“You know, it’s pretty smart, actually.” Sam said. You looked away from the backseat window to see the miles of backroad farming that gave you little interest. You hadn’t said a word to the younger Winchester since you left the motel, still pissed at what he did. “I mean, shifter poses as a guard from the security company, then scopes out the fam.”
“Yeah, then daddy takes off, and shifter becomes daddy. A few glasses of wine, shakes mama’s trees,” Dean looked over his shoulder to see the baby’s sleeping face for a moment. “Comes back in nine months to collect its prize.”
“I didn’t even know they had babies. I thought they were just freaks of nature, like X-Men style.” Sam said, seeming surprised at what one could learn about the monsters he hunted every day of his life. He looked up into the rear view mirror for a second, catching a glimpse of the baby’s sleeping face. Nothing came to him, not even a smile. “I’ve never seen a baby monster before.”
“Yeah. Of course, it’s not really a monster.” You corrected the younger Winchester, not letting him get any sort of ideas of how he might try to wrap up this hunt. “I mean, it’s still just a baby. It’s not its fault its dad’s a shifter.”
“Right, but it’s a shifter too.” Sam didn’t hesitate to throw that in your face, you rolled your eyes, trying not to bait him into an argument about what he thought the right thing to do was.
“Still doesn’t change the fact that we’ve gotta look after him. I mean, what the hell are we gonna do with it?” Dean asked the question that had been on everyone’s mind, yours especially. You looked down at the baby, a frown forcing itself down on your lips from the grim future he might have if you didn’t come up with a proper plan. “We can’t drop it off at an orphanage. They might get upset when it turns Asian.”
“Well, maybe I—”
“Samuel.” The younger Winchester cut you off, thinking whatever sort of idea you had in mind wasn’t good enough. He wanted the dynamics between you and him to stay the same. It was taking longer than he expected to bring his brother back into the hunting life again. But it would only be a matter of time until the three of you were back together again. Dean looked at his little brother when he heard a familiar name, but he didn't know why it was spoken. "Samuel. He'll know what to do."
“You wanna bring it to a bunch of hunters?” Dean wondered if that’s what his brother was trying to get at, you furrowed your brow in confusion as to why the man would suggest such a thing.
“Not just hunters, Dean. They’re our family.” The younger Winchester said, trying to get his older brother to finally trust his family that was his actual blood. Dean, however, still remained distant when he muttered that he didn't know them all that well. He didn't trust someone he spent barely five minutes with. "Y/N and I do know them. Not every hunter is a headcase. I mean, Samuel is actually a lot like you.”
"I'm a freaking headcase." Dean attempted to argue longer with his brother, but it was only him wasting his breath at this point in the conversation.
“Well, pitch a better idea.” Sam said, falling silent for a moment and waited for either you or his brother to come up with a better plan of action than the one he was giving. You remained as you were in the backseat, deciding if the brothers’ grandfather might be of some use, Dean tried to think, but he found himself speechless, not quite sure what to do with a shapeshifting baby. Sam deemed this a victory from the smirk that crawled to the ends of his lips. “All right. Samuel it is.”
+ + +
You and the boys made it back to the Campbell compound a little before sunset, and were greeted with the usual pair of men that guarded the place, keeping an eye out for any sort of monsters they wanted to pull a stupid stunt that would end up in a bullet to the head. You hated coming here and only chose to make an appearance on the rare occasions when Sam dragged you along.during a hunt. He seemed to have put all of his trust in his blood relatives, you remained on the outskirts, pretending to be friendly, but shunning yourself when things started to appear a bit off. For some reason you couldn’t put your full trust in them. There was something about them that made you feel uneasy. But you were willing to play nice long enough for Samuel to come up with an idea for the future of Bobby John. If not, you were taking the baby and hitting the road, an idea of your own already starting to play out in your mind.
You cradled the sleeping baby in your arms and headed into the compound, Dean never strayed far from your side when he followed you inside. He wasn't the least bit comfortable about his brother's plan, but he was willing to hear him out. You felt a little tense when you were stuck in a room full of hunters that wouldn't bat an eye if they were told to kill a monster. But they were playing nice for once. Your eyes wandered over to where Samuel and the younger Winchester were talking from across the room. Both of them seemed deep in conversation, not knowing you were trying your hardest to figure out what they were saying from the dim light that barely cast a shadow on their mouths. You quickly looked away when you heard footsteps approaching. A frown stretched across your lips when you saw Gwen coming forward to take a look at the baby.
“Well, aren’t you just the best disguise a monster ever wore?” Gwen whispered to the sleeping baby as she reached out her hand to softly stroke his hair. You scoffed at her remark as you stepped away from her, turning away as Dean rolled his eyes from the woman's dry sense of humor. She looked at the both of you with a bit of a funny expression, not sure what she did wrong. "Mommy and Daddy can't take a joke, huh? I was kidding, relax, Y/N.”
"What, you got something to say?" Dean caught Mark, the eerily quiet Campbell, just staring at you and him. He baited the man to start a conversation to try and figure out what was going on in that head of his. But the man stood there with his hands on his hips, never once muttering a single word. "No? All right. Well, you just stand there and think at me."
Mark gave the older Winchester an eyeroll of his own before walking away, Christian let out a quiet chuckle from the chair he was occupying with his feet kicked up on one of the chairs. You noticed Samuel and the younger Winchester stepped out from across the room to join the rest of you, the older man mention about having a few ideas. You found yourself instinctively holding the baby even closer to you when the two of them approached you. Samuel’s face seemed to light up at the sight of the sleeping baby in your arms. And it seemed he wanted a turn.
“Y/N, let me see the little guy.” Samuel said.
“That’s all right.” Dean quickly spoke before you could act. “I think she’s got it.”
Samuel looked at the older Winchester with a bit of a confused expression from his sudden hostile behavior towards him, “What do you think I’m gonna do?”
“You don’t want me to answer that question.” Dean said, a slightly grim smile settling on his lips.
“Well, I’m curious. Who exactly do you think we are?” Christian decided to speak up, butting himself straight into the conversation after finding the man’s hostile behavior the least bit kind. You shot him a look to keep quiet when Dean muttered the word hunter, dragging this unwanted conversation even further. “Funny. Here I’ve been thinking we’re family.”
“Hey,” You cut off the conversation before it could turn into an argument. “Let’s not get worked up here over something so stupid.”
“Yeah. Yeah,” Christian agreed, his eyes wandering to the older Winchester for a second before he turned back to his work before muttering underneath his breath, “Let’s not.”
Bobby John began to wake up ever so slightly, you tried to get him to go back to sleep as you quietly shushed him and rocked him back and forth, watching as his eyes fluttered back closed. You looked up from the baby to see that Sam was standing in front of you, his arms outstretched in front him. "Here. Y/N, it's fine." The younger man tried to reassure you. You furrowed your brow from what he was trying to do, and for some reason, you wouldn't let him have the baby. He gave you a reassuring look, like he wouldn't dare hurt such a small and innocent thing. The one thing that was the perfect piece piece of bait. "Let me take him. It's okay."
You were still for a second, unsure if you wanted to, but when you stared at his face, you could see the same old Sam that you had known your entire life. You let out a quiet sigh and handed him the baby, watching as Bobby John barely stirred from his slumber, and was soon handed over to Samuel’s awaiting arms. The older man looked happy to be holding the little creature.
“Hey, there. Oh, you’re a big fella, aren’t you? Yeah. I haven’t held one of these in a long time.” Samuel broke out into a smile when he stared down at the baby that was now sleeping peacefully in his arms, bringing him back to when his only daughter was just an infant. “Your mom was the tiniest. But she was bald as a cue ball.”
“All right,” Dean decided to ask the question that had been burning in the back of his mind, already over the Hallmark moment his grandfather was having. “What the hell are we gonna do with him?”
“Raise him.”
“Raise him?”
“You got another suggestion?” Samuel questioned the older Winchester. Dean opened his mouth to protest the idea, but the man cut him off. “It’s dangerous out there for him.”
“What about in here?” Dean asked, sharing his personal concerns and little trust he had for the group that he was supposed to call family. But he didn’t dare let a baby who wasn’t of the norm be alone in a room full of people who were raised to kill things like him. “What, are we gonna study him? Poke at him?”
“Your mind goes right to torture. Don’t assume that for everyone.” Christian always liked to poke his nose where it didn’t belong. And tonight was no exception. You crossed your arms over your chest and bit down on your tongue, trying your hardest not to say anything you might regret. It was Dean who stepped forward and ask what the man meant by that. “Sorry, I heard about what you majored in, down in the pit. Heard Y/N was your favorite pet.”
“What the hell is your problem, man?" Dean asked the man with a hardening tone. He stared at the other hunter with a look, as if he was trying to egg him on, wanting nothing more than to punch that stupid smirk off his lips. "You want me to kick your ass? 'Cause I'll gladly do it."
“Touchy, touchy.” Christian kicked his legs off the table and pushed himself to his feet, not the least bit afraid of whatever kind of threat coming his way. “You’re starting to become a pain in my ass. I’ll see how good you are after being out of the field for a year.”
"Okay. You know what?" You stepped between the two men before anything could start. You put your hand out in front of you to stop Christian from making a decision that he'd regret. "Do anything...or make another stupid remark, and I'll knock your teeth out of your head."
You gave him a threat that you'd gladly live up to. The man seen had you worked in the field, and from the look on your face alone, it seemed that he was going to take your words to heart. You watched as he backed off, choosing not to take on this fight that he'd lose. Shaking your head, you looked over at the older Winchester, giving him a look of your own for him to back off.
“We all done bristling up, or what? Nobody’s doing anything to him, Dean. When he’s old enough, we throw it to him.” Samuel said, reassuring the older Winchester about the future of Bobby John. “He wants to volunteer to help out, that’s fine.”
“Could be great.” Mark spoke up to voice his opinion on the matter. Everyone looked over at the hunter who said almost nothing but a few words. He seemed positive about having someone like the kid around. And what his future path would be. “Think of the kind of hunter he’ll grow up to be.”
A look of uneasiness settled across your face as your eyes settled onto the baby. Suddenly you wanted to snatch Bobby John out of Samuel's arms and run for the hills. He'd been only in your possession for the last few days, but suddenly you were overcome with protectiveness, wanting to get him away from here far as possible. Dean stared at you for a second, seeming to notice that you were the only one not warming up to this plan. And he shared the exact same feelings.
“You all are joking, right? I mean, come on.” Dean said, trying to snap the group into some kind of logical thinking. “You can’t Angelina Jolie a shapeshifter. Give me the baby.”
Samuel didn't cooperate. He stared at his oldest grandson with a stern, but hurt expression from how he was reacting. "Why can't you give me an inch of trust, Dean?"
“Maybe because you three are suddenly back from the dead and I seem to be the only one who wants to know how the hell that happened.” Dean said, his voice becoming sharp from the lack of progress anyone was making to figure out the mystery that hadn’t been solved.
“You’re not the only one that wants to know.” Sam muttered to his brother.
“There’s too much mystery with this family for me to get comfy.” Dean said, not being the least bit shy about his distrust for the people that were supposed to be his blood. “And frankly, I don’t like the idea of you raising this kid.”
“Then don’t. But don’t put it on us. All we’re trying to do is invite you in.” Samuel said with a blunt tone. He stared at the man with a serious expression, having had enough of the runarounds and trying to please the young man. If he wanted to keep his distance, fine. He looked down at the baby that he was holding who slowly start to awake. Samuel decided to do something which the older Winchester might approve of. “Y/N? You weren’t raised a hunter, right? Give a proper upbringing?”
You furrowed your brow in confusion from where this was going, “Yeah. Sort of.”
"Congratulations. It's a boy. Sometimes." Samuel decided the best plan of action for the baby to keep everyone happy. You felt a little out of the loop when the man handed the baby over to you to hold. You stared down at the big brown eyes that stared at you and smiled at him. You stared at Bobby John for a moment before looking up at Samuel, wondering what the hell was going on. The man had his gaze on Dean from his remark. “You don’t want me raising the kid? Fine.”
“Wait, what?” You suddenly realized what kind of responsibility landed directly into your lap. You had been thinking about suggesting the idea of letting you look over Bobby John. But with the words now out in the open, you felt a little bit of pressure to say yes. You had grown attached to the baby. But you didn’t know what to say. A nervous chuckle fell out out of your mouth, “I can’t raise a child—”
“Of course you can.” Dean cut you off, brushing off any doubt that you had about the matter. You looked at him with a funny expression from how he suddenly changed his tune. And what he brought up. “You always wanted kids, right? Well, there you go.”
You turned around so you were facing the older Winchester, your back was turned to the rest of the group. “Yeah. With you!” You whispered to him, your voice growing harsher from how he was bringing up something you and him had discussed during an intimate, very dark moment, in your past that you wanted to stay buried. While there was some truth to what you said, you couldn’t raise Bobby John all on your own. “I mean, I can’t raise a kid by myself…”
“You won’t be.” You broke your concentration away from the older Winchester when you felt someone's arm ever so softly rest against your waist, you look up to see that it was Sam. He gave you a smile before looking down at Bobby John, who he stared at with a happy expression while he began to interact more with the baby than he had while you were taking care of it. You looked down at Bobby John to see that he was starting to smile as his little fingers wrapped around Sam's gigantic index finger. Sam let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes wandering over to Dean for a quick second from what he said next. "I'll be with you every step of the way."
But the happy moment didn’t last too long. You quickly looked over your shoulder when you heard the sound of the guard dog that was outside to keep watch, but from the sounds of his barking that turned into whimpers seconds after, something wasn't right. You furrowed your brow from what was going on here as you brought the baby closer to you. Samuel didn’t waste a second in getting everyone to focus and check out what was going on outside. He sent you and the boys downstairs, knowing that’s where Bobby John would be safe.You didn’t know what the hell was going on. You thought Bobby John’s father was dead. Sam had shot him back at the motel. Unless…
Your blood ran cold at the thought of one of them making his way to the compound and making its way inside for one little baby. If it did, the trouble that it would bring. While you and the boys found some sort of safety in the panic room, you had a feeling it wasn't going to be enough to hide when Bobby John began to fuss. Out of the all the times he could need something, right now wasn't exactly ideal. You tried your hardest to keep the baby quiet, but he wasn’t in the mood to cooperate with you.
“Come on, Bobby John.” You whispered to the baby. “You have got to keep quiet.”
Dean tried to help keep the baby calm by making a few funny faces, and while it was a temporary fix, his eyes wandered upwards when a sudden crashing came from upstairs. "It does not sound good up there."
"All right. I'm going up." Sam said, having heard enough. "Stay with Y/N and the baby."
You didn't exactly think that would be considered a good idea. But you knew if he stayed down here and didn't help whatever the hell that was causing all the ruckus upstairs, it might make its ways towards you. You watched as the man began to walk towards the door, you adjusted Bobby John so the both of you were more comfortable. Sam reached out to open up the door, but before he did, it seemed the window had turned into a mirror from who he saw standing out in the hallway. Your eyes suddenly grew wide when you saw a spitting image of Sam standing just behind the door.
You pulled Bobby John closer to you as you began to back away quickly, trying to put some distance from whatever the hell that was trying to come inside. Sam pulled out his knife that was about to become a flimsy little accessory when the creature dressed like him easily pulled off the heavy metal door off the hinges and tossed it across the hall. The younger Winchester didn't waste a second in attacking the man, but it seemed the thing knew exactly what he tried to do. The thing grabbed him by the arm, and with a simple move, you watched as Sam was thrown out into the hall, hard enough to know that he was out of the fight.
You swallowed slightly from what was going on as you suddenly felt your backside hit the wall, leaving you with nowhere to go. The creature dressed like Sam smirked at the sight of you cornered, but Dean wasn't going to back down. He stepped in front to block you and Bobby John from the thing, its smile grew wider at what he saw. The creature had a few tricks up his sleeve. Most shapeshifters had to peel off its skin to transform itself into another person. But not this one. Your face scrunched up in confusion as you watched it morph itself into the other Winchester without breaking a sweat.
“What the…” Dean muttered underneath his breath, taken back himself at what he saw.
“Give me the baby.” The creature ordered as he put his hand out in front of him and waved, trying to play nice here without hurting anyone else.
You scoffed at the request, “No way in hell.”
If it was a fight that you wanted, it was fight you were going to get. Dean pointed the silver knife at the thing and didn't waste a second in shoving the blade into its chest when it attempted to make its way forward to the both of you. A silver knife to the heart would kill any shapeshifter, but not this one. You watched as the thing didn't even flinch. He just stared at the knife, a little pissed, but unharmed. He grabbed the older Winchester by a fistful of his jacket and roughly threw him across the room, making his head hit the metal wall. You gritted your teeth from what was happening. But you weren’t going to back down from something like him. Your eyes wandered to the door, wondering if you could make a run for it, but you knew it was impossible.
Your attention quickly was brought back to the shifter when you felt his hand gripped your neck, tight enough until you felt your breathing become cut off, and began to wonder if he could snap your bones just from his grip. You reached out your free hand to somehow fight him off, but you could feel yourself being lifted off the ground, the shifter easily pinning you in place so he could take what was rightfully his. You could feel your eyesight growing hazy as Bobby John slipped out from your grip and safely into the arms of the shifter. When he watched you slip out into temporary unconsciousness, he let go of you, dropping your body to the ground. The shifter smirked to himself at how the situation ended. He looked down at his child, happy with his work, he turned around, and headed straight for the door.
Ever so slowly, you felt yourself coming back around, you inhaled a deep breath when you felt the cold concentrate pressing against your cheek and the throbbing pain in your neck. But no baby. Your eyes quickly spotted something that looked like Dean heading straight for the door. You caught a glimpse of Bobby John for the very last time when he vanished from your sight just seconds later with his father.
