Wayward Woman

"We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous." Carry On, Friends. Keep fighting the good fight.

[bokwoorm]

[bowlegschester]

[eliciadonze]

Real Monsters by Elicia Donze. Drawn in PS. Please do not remove caption.

[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Dean from Supernatural. Portrait is from the chest up. Dean’s posture suggests he’s driving a car. He’s wearing a rugged brown jacket with the collar flipped. Most of his body is in shadow. He’s gazing to the right, and his expression is worried. The background is a vivid gradient of rainbow colors. Large letters that look handwritten have been overlaid on the rainbow and fade into the shadows: “I have seen more than my share of monsters. I mean real monsters.” ]

[eliciadonze]

Castiel by Elicia Donze. Drawn in PS. Please do not remove caption.

[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Castiel from Supernatural. Portrait is from the waist up and in grayscale. Cas is wearing a tie and trench coat. Bright glowing blue letters that spell CASTIEL hover in perspective in front of him and cast blue light on his face. The background is a dark room with a large pale gray window.]

[eliciadonze]

Pizza Man by Elicia Donze. Drawn in PS. Please do not remove caption.

[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Dean Winchester from Supernatural. Portrait is from the waist up. Dean is entirely in silhouette and is holding a steaming pizza box against his hip. He’s pointing a gun. The background is deep blue with a neon red and yellow sign that reads “24 hrs pizza delivery.”]

[dreamingdean-deactivated2018123]

[lliaq]

10.07 | Girls, Girls, Girls

[guestwho]

[drunkwcharlie]

Little Dean and Sam

I can’t remember the artist ç_ç

[mishasminions]

THIS BIT MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE WHATSOEVER

AND I LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Mery Xmas my followers, have a Team free will coordinated nonsense. 🎄

[van-dyne]

Sam:  Whatever. I’m going upstairs.

Dean: Okay!

[insp]

[bilosan]

“Jared and I are lucky to get along so well without having any effort to make.”

[supernatural-anime-lover]

[fractioussam-deactivated2017010]

(insp.)

[hungrywords]

Sometimes Dean thinks about those times, when he was 24, or 25, when Dad let him go on solo hunts.

Technically, Dad didn’t let him. He just didn’t care he was alone anymore. Sam went to Stanford, and all just didn’t matter anymore.

Sometimes solo hunts were fulfilling. You gank some ugly monsters all by yourself and that rush, that heat of satisfaction was the best thing ever. But of course, there were bad times, and there were worst times. The worst times, were those when he was slowly bleeding out in a pool of his own blood, and he couldn’t be bothered to get up, because he couldn’t give himself a good reason to. He was young then. He wanted to wait, for a moment or two, for someone to come and save him. It was a foolish thought, of course, since only a hunter can save his own self. But again, he was young then. He would let his mind go, even though his wounds were hurting like hell. He would imagine footsteps, shouting, and any desperation call of his name. That way, he could convince himself that he wasn’t abandoned. He wasn’t left to die alone.

But eventually, help never came no matter how fabulous his imagination was. The one person he wished to appear the most never manifested, never came shouting his name. And every time, every single time, he got up, using every breath and strength he has left and he brought himself out of the hot mess he made.

He never hated Sam. He could never hate Sam. He just wished, and he wished one day, before he bleed to death, he could hear Sam calling his name one last time.

[deansamdean]

Dean knew this was going to happen. From the moment Sam told him that he had visions of the cage, he knew he would wake up to this.

They were on a case, and he has driven such a long way that he could not be bothered to look for a motel in this small town. Thus the conclusion was that they would just spend the night huddled under the roof of the Impala.

Dean wanted to blame the stiff car seat of the Impala for causing Sam’s nightmare, as he hated it when Sam had a nightmare, especially when this was certainly one about the cage.

He jerked awake in the middle of night and he knew what woke him at once.

“No..” It was hardly audible. “Stop.. Please…” But it was clear enough within the small confinement of the Impala. Sam was huddled in his jacket at the back seat, apparently suffering from a nightmare.

Dean did not know if he should be relieved or not. Well, he should, ‘coz at least Sam was not in any kind of real danger.

He was more than used to being woken up in the middle of the night. Sam has alway been a sensitive kid since he was young. When he was really, really young, a slight glimpse of a horror movie would give him nightmares already. And as they grew, the things they did on a daily basis had a much bigger impact on Sam.

Dean got up and leant half of his body over to the back seat. He shook Sam gently, “Hey, hey Sam. Wake up.”

It did not work. Sam gripped onto his jacket even tighter. “Stop.. Stop–” Dean shook Sam’s shoulder harder. “I said stop–No-No–!”

When Sam’s fist came flying towards him, Dean almost forgot to dodge. But he put his forearm up and it blocked the direct impact of it. Then he took advantage and held Sam by his shoulders.

“Sam!” He held him tightly, “Sam, it’s me. It’s just me.” He moves his hand to Sam’s chest gingerly, “Breathe, okay?”

Sam’s eyes were glassy. Whatever was in his dream just now was not anything pretty for sure. “D-Dean?”

“Yeah,” Dean panted out softly, “Yeah, it’s me. You, me, Impala, a case. Remember?”

Sam’s Adam’s apple moved up and down slowly as he swallowed. It took Sam a while, but to Dean’s relief, Sam finally nodded, “Yes.. Yes I remember.”

“Good.” Dean shifted and got past the front seat, squeezing himself into the back seat with Sam.

Sam was more than confused, “Dean?”

“Shush.” Dean tried to arrange his legs into a position that would not cause him cramps, at least not in a short while, and he wrapped his arms around Sam. “Want to talk about it?”

Sam looked down, “It was just the usual.” He pressed his face to Dean’s chest, feeling more than glad that Dean’s warmth was right by his cheek.

“Look. I swear I’m not gonna laugh out loud if it was a clown dream.” Dean teased, hoping it would free Sam from the tension, and it did.

“Shut up. It wasn’t about clowns.” Dean could spot half a smile on Sam’s face.

“Then what was it?” He asked softly, although he already kind of guessed it, “It would be better if you talked about it.”

“You know that’s the worst advice coming from you.” Sam kept his face buried in Dean’s chest.

Dean chuckled slightly, “Well, it’s better than not trying.” He reached up and tangled his fingers with Sam’s soft hair. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about–”

“The cage.” Sam’s muffled voice radiated from Dean’s chest. “I dreamt about Lucifer.”

Dean nodded. He started massaging Sam’s scalp ever so gently. He did not interrupt or ask more questions. He gave Sam his space so he could let it out in his own pace.

“What he did to me in there..” Sam gripped onto Dean, “I’ve never seen it so clearly..”

Dean winced, as if it was himself who has experienced that. But to be honest, he actually felt like he has been through that as well.

“It was just a dream, Sammy.” Dean pressed his lips to Sam’s forehead, which was still damp from the cold sweat caused by the nightmare.

“Was it?” The questions came out more like a whimper.

“Yeah.” Dean said sternly. He knew he had to, “Of course it was a dream. You’re back in reality again, judging from how tiny this back seat is for us.”

That made Sam break out a soft laugh, “Yeah, it’s very small even just for me.”

“So it was a dream. It wasn’t real.” Dean repeated it again, “You’re safe, with me.”

Sam looked up and Dean met with his gaze, “You’re safe, baby boy. I promise you are.”

Sam never knew why he believed Dean so much since he was a kid. Maybe it was because Dean was the only who tried his very best to there for him. Maybe it was because Dean took care of him and practically raised him. There could be a million reasons and he could never pinpoint which one it was that made Dean his rock. Most of the time, especially during times like this, he liked to think all of them contributed to it. As when you came to think of it, what kind of big brother would still comfort his younger brother from a nightmare until this day?

Sam must have fallen into silence a little too long. He could hear the concern in Dean’s voice when he finally heard him calling his name.

“Sam? Sammy..?” Dean looked at Sam, his brows creased into his typically worried expression, “Sam, what is it?”

Sam shook his head, “Nothing.” When Dean gave him a doubtful look, he reassured him, “Really. I’m good, Dean.”

He placed his hand over Dean’s chest, “I’m feeling a lot better than I was fifteen minutes ago.”

Dean’s expression softened slightly, “Alright.” He fixed the jacket Sam used as a blanket and wrapped him in it probably again, “Try to get some more sleep then. We will hit the road early in the morning.”

“You’re gonna get cramps in the morning if you sleep here with me, Dean.” Sam pointed out, but he did not intend to force Dean back to the front seat.

Dean shrugged, “If I do, I will deal with that in the morning.” He hugged Sam tight and pressed him to his chest again, “No need to worry about me, Sammy.”

The warmth radiating off from Dean made Sam feel safe. It always had. He nodded and closed his eyes, sighing in content, “Goodnight, De.”

Dean smiled and tugged his chin on Sam’s head, “Goodnight, Sammy. Sweet dreams.”

[hungrywords]

They said in the sixty seconds before you die, you would experience your whole life in fast pace. But Dean Winchester had longer than that. When Metatron pushed his angel blade into Dean’s chest, he already knew what he would see, or more precisely, who he would see.

It’s Sam. Of course it’s Sam, who else can it be? The memories came in like a broken tape going in rewind. Sam being angry at him. Sam averting his eyes from him. Sam being content that he was alive. Sam looking wearied and sick because of the trials. Sam getting jealous over Benny. Sam being soulless and cruel. Sam jumping into the pit. Sam drinking demon blood and hooking up with Ruby. Sam trying to save him from the deal. Sam dying in his arms. Sam riding shotgun by his side, smiling. Sam, smiling.

Dean lets out a choked breath when the playback seemed to freeze at that particular frame. Sam laughing, joking, sleeping beside him. The Sam who was fresh out of Stanford. The most beautiful Sam. Sam being happy and safe has always been his comfort.

Dean choked on his own blood again and he groaned as Metatron pulled out the blade. But Sam has always been beautiful, even though he was sadder and older now. He was still his Sammy.

Dean started to zone out, but he was still thinking about Sam. It did not seem to be that bad after all. Maybe this was what people called, being at peace. To him, it was like going home. Going back to where he belonged. If he was really gone this time, for good, will Sam smile like he used to again? Maybe. The corner of his mouth twitched, in attempt for a faint smile. Sam would be happy, if he was gone. He better be.

“NO!!!”