Wayward Road is, well, wayward. We're still mostly here and we are definitely mostly on crack. I will bully Intro into relinking our socials soon but im not that smart. This isnt a confession to bullying intro tho. Anyways, thanks for being here. We do actally inted to carry on writng, theres jus... theres a lot of tangents okay. SPN fans. but also we like 911, genshin, kinnporsche and a bunch of other shindnickles, so we may multifanodm dump along the way (multifandom distractoin, on tumblr, ik shocking). Ayways your welcome guys...
For our prompt night on Thursday, I wrote this little thing about Cassie’s feelings during her relationship with Dean until after their break up. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
The Truth
Cassie was head over heels for Dean. He was a lot of things. She thought his little freckles were adorable and she took pleasure in his confidence because all the guys before him always backed down from an argument. She loved his humor and his laid-back attitude. But that wasn’t why she fell in love with him.
Being with Dean wasn’t easy. It meant Dean randomly zoning out in the middle of a conversation. Cassie could never quite figure out a specific pattern but what she did notice was Dean’s absent-minded stare whenever she brought up his childhood or family. He was looking at her. But he was also looking right through her. His eyes looked weary - not the type of weary you would see on someone’s face after a long shift at work. He looked… weary of life. It reminded her of a young man she had once interviewed who had gotten dragged into drug trafficking at the age of twelve. It was one of the most impressive conversations she’s had during her career but also the most heartbreaking. He spoke highly of the program that helped him get sober and was beaming when he mentioned the family he had built for himself during that time. But she would never forget the way all color had faded from his face the moment she brought up his parents. Apparently, they had forced him into working for them as their own addiction caused them to deteriorate further and further.
Dean’s apathetic glare confused her to no end because this one was a mystery she felt incapable of solving. She knew quite a few things about Dean’s life. His dad was a plumber, but Dean had always wanted to be mechanic. Nevertheless, he decided to join his father’s business after his brother had left for college. His mum died of a rare disease when he was still a kid. His dad used to take him to a lot of baseball games as a kid. His uncle taught him how to play baseball. All of these facts about his life didn’t feel like lies. But they also weren’t the truth. From the day they met, Cassie felt intrigued by the aura of mystery surrounding this young man who just stumbled into town and stole her heart. And maybe it was the reporter in her that refused to give up. In all honesty, Dean was an idiot to think he could fool a reporter. And, eventually, Cassie would uncover the truth.
Being with Dean also meant being awoken at 2 a.m., a direful scream echoing through the room and startling Cassie out of her sleep. It also meant being lied to, frequently.
She would snuggle up to him, careful not to startle him any more than he already was.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. Just had a bad dream is all,” he’d reply with a strained smile. But the eyes staring back at Cassie spoke a different language.
“It doesn’t look like nothing, you know. You can’t shut me out all of the time. The things I’ve seen in the past few years doing this job… whatever it is you’re not telling me. I can take it. I’m not gonna run like some shallow bitch who’s only looking for a good time. I’m in this for the long run. The question is: Are you?”
In retrospect, Cassie never got an answer to her question.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“What’s the thing that’s haunting you at night?”
She did get a lot of answers to her questions, just not the ones she was expecting to hear. And if she was being absolutely honest with herself, Dean Winchester was the one time in her life where she couldn’t handle the truth. It didn’t make sense. She was a reporter. Reporters didn’t believe in fairy tales and legends. They believe in clues, patterns, and evidence. Every strange occurrence in this town had some sort of reason that would eventually come out. The truth always came out. But what does the word truth mean when you love someone?
So for tall tales Tuesday have this fic I wrote about when Dean and Cas are in purgatory it's got the most unoriginal title of 'purgatory day 1'
tw violence (sort of? Maybe?) , mentions of death, slight gore (I guess?), self hate, self sacrificing behaviour and honestly can't think of anything else to warn specifically tbh i didn't know how to tw this at all it's just a very angsty fic about when they first get to purgatory but if you think I need to warn for anything else let me know!
Dean's pov
Running. He's been running for hours now, always having to look over his shoulder; he never knows when he's next going to see someone, never knows when the next attack will be, it can be from any direction.
He hates to admit it but he's genuinely scared. He's got nothing here on his side - he doesn't have a weapon, he's alone, he's weak, he's stuck. There's no escape, just endless running, endless killing. He saw someone earlier that he thought he recognised, he's not sure but he thinks it was Lenore. He was going to ask for help, for anything, and suddenly something came out of the floor and swallowed her whole.
So he's running, always running, it's what he's been doing his whole life. Never stopping. Never slowing down. You stop, you die. You slow down, you die. So he can't stop, he can't slow down, he can't worry about Sam, he can't worry about Cas, who is probably here with him, but is he? How much of Cas is left? Is he alive? Is he okay?
Can't stop. Can't think. Got to find somewhere he can take a moment and pray to Cas - hope he hears, hope he comes, hope he's alive. He doesn't want to be alone. He can't be alone. What's the point in it all if he's alone? Cas has to be alive. And Dean will find him, he will.
He finally finds a spot to stop. To take a breath, it's a small little nook under a tree and it's dark and gross, there are eaten body parts but he can't pick and choose - he has to make do.
He needs a weapon first. He needs a way to fight back or he's gonna be dead before the end of the night. He grabs one of the bones and begins trying to fashion it into a weapon, into anything useful. He's alone but he's not defenseless. He can't be. He's had worse situations and he got out - he survived, he will survive. He has to. He needs to get back to Sam, to find Cas.
He's got a weapon now. It's flimsy - he needs to find something better - but it's the best he could do. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he will find a better weapon. A way to escape. Tonight he can try to get in contact with Cas, hopefully he can get some sleep. He closes his eyes, body hunching over protectively in case he is attacked.
"Hey Cas, it's me, Dean, I have no idea if you can hear this but I'm praying, I need you…."
He hears a rustle to the side and snaps his eyes open spinning around alert, hoping it's Cas, that he's here and heard him and he came. But it's nothing. Nothing. It's always nothing. He closes his eyes again.
"I hope you can hear me, I hope you're alive, that you survived and nothing got you and you can hear me and you're safe."
He pauses for a moment, breathing heavily, trying not to cry.
"Cas, please, I'm begging you to be able to hear me. I don't know how I can survive here on my own. I need you."
He opens his eyes, looking around lost. A tear falls out of his left eye, dropping quietly down his face. He wipes it roughly away, slamming his head into his knees.
"Please Cas, please hear me, please I need you, I-I, I need you man please."
He glances up, his expression empty. Blank. He can't afford emotions, he can't afford to worry, to care. He's alone and he has nothing but a flimsy knife he made. But he will survive and he will find Cas - he can't be dead. He isn't. Dean will find him.
"You better not be ignoring me, man. I'm going to find you okay? I'm coming. Wherever you are, I'm going to find you."
He sits back - knife ready - to try and sleep. To try and get some sleep, anyway. He's alone but it's okay, he will be okay, he'll be fine - he has a mission: he's got to find Cas. He has to. Cas is okay, he just can't get to him, for whatever reason. He's grounded. Maybe it's because of where they are and Cas is on his way to him already. Maybe that's it, maybe he doesn't know where Dean is, maybe he can't hear him. But that's okay, Dean will find him….. He has to.
Cas pov
'I'm going to find you.' It rings in his head; it's all he can hear. He wishes Dean could come find him. That he could let Dean come find him. But he can't. Dean's in danger. He's in danger. He wants his bees back.
He wishes he could stop for a moment but he can't. The leviathan are after him. He can't stop, he can't slow down or he dies. There's no time for a break, no time for a pause. Just….. No time. He wants his bees, he wants to be able to hide again, but there's no hiding in Purgatory. You fight, you run or you die. So he's running. Always moving. Never stopping.
Dean will hate him. He didn't answer his call. He ignored him. Dean begged for him to come and he's ignoring him. He's doing the right thing. He has to keep Dean safe, keep the leviathans away from him, but Dean is going to hate him. Forever, both trapped alone. Always running.
The least he can do is keep the leviathans away from Dean, make sure he survives longer. Dean deserves to live. Deserves a fighting chance. He wishes he could go back and take the blast alone. Dean could be with Sam. Could be happy and safe and not having him weighing him down anymore. So he will protect Dean, this is his fault.
They are both going to die. He's just going to make sure Dean survives longer. Maybe Sam will figure something out, maybe Dean will, who knows. But Cas is going to make sure Dean survives, or at least survives longer than him.
He wishes he could stop for a moment. He wants to go back; he wants his bees and Dean and Sam, but he can't have them. This is his fault, his punishment. He has to protect Dean above all else. Above himself.
Its Sam Winchester's birthday!! That means birthday headcanons for lawboy!!!!
-Sam really wasn't expecting anything for his birthday. Not really anyways. Maybe a quick "happy birthday" from dean, or a quick birthday kiss from Eileen. What he wasn't expecting, was for his brother to turn off the lights in the bunker. He opened the door and made his way into the main area to turn the lights back on. When he does, he finds his brother and cas holding a happy birthday sign, jack blowing on a noise maker, Eileen holding a beautiful birthday cake, and jody, donna, and the girls all in party hats. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!!!" He almost teared up on the spot, since he was never expecting a surprise birthday party, much less everyone to show up.
-Dean had baked the cake from scratch, even though he argued that pie is better, and used a bunch of organic ingredients to appease his brother. Alex helped to decorate and decided to write his name and a happy birthday message in perfect script. Sam was over the moon. (He was less happy about the moose antlers though.)
-After cake, presents were given. Dean got him a bunch of classic novels that he'd never gotten the chance to read. Jody and Donna got him a wood carving set he'd been curious about the last time he was in Sioux falls. The girls got him and assortment of knives and a long sword that dated back to the 1700's. Cas ended up giving him a small pendant with a small black feather hanging down from it. He explained that in heaven, angels would sometimes melt down metals to create pendants with their feathers to give to their closest brothers-in-arms. Sam loved it and reached over to hug his best friend, and apparantly brother-in-arms.
-As for fun and entertainment, Sam decided on true crime and cryptid hunting shows, to both debate and make fun of. This is also how Jack introduced everyone to Buzzfeed: unsolved for the first time. Everyone ended up loving it and quoting it as the night went on. Unfortunately "hey there demons, it's me, ya boi" has now permanently entered Jack's vocabulary, but Sam can deal with that if he still gets to watch the show.
Omg these are so cute I love them so much just everyone getting together to celebrate Sam cause he's awesome is the best also buzzfeed unsolved just yes i don't need to say anymore just 10/10 headcanons then again we expect nothing less than 10/10 headcanons from you ace!!
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