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Pairing: Military!Dean x Reader (Set during 1970 & the Vietnam War, so kind of young Dean and young Reader)
Word Count: 4,507
Song Inspiration: Travelin’ Soldier-Dixie Chicks
A/N: thatoneday24 request: “My boyfriend is currently in basic training. I miss him tons and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing a military dean x reader with lots of fluff? It would help a ton.”
FLUFF!!!
This is my first ever AU! Hope you like it. Thought it would be a good fic to write this time of year. Thank you to all the hero’s out there that have served and are serving our country. We are all in your debt.
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It was January, 1970, the year you would graduate high school, finally. You were humming to yourself, elated like everyone else, from the buzz of the brand new year as you made your way behind the counter, pocketing the few dollars tip given to you by your last customer.
Smells of a freshly baked pie wafted through the small cafe, and you inhaled it deeply, letting the scent take you back to last summer, sitting on the grass with your family and eating your mom’s famous apple crisp. You took a breath and leaned on the counter with your elbows, cupping your hands around your small cup of coffee and wishing that you could go back to that moment. But everything was different now.
You sighed and took a drink, sinking down as you did, onto the stool sitting nearby. This morning had been a rush, families making a quick stop before seeing their son off, and you had barely the time to breathe, let alone sit down and enjoy the cool morning.
The bell chimed over the door, a small tinkle of metal on metal, and you put your cup down, ready to serve whoever had come in.
“Good morning,” you said cheerfully. The boy nodded to you, and you gestured to him that he was free to choose a seat wherever he wanted in the now empty cafe. He chose to sit at the closest booth to the door, and he sat his cap down on the table in front of him as he smiled over at you. He was young; too young to be dressed in those army greens, and your smile faltered a little as you glanced at the small golden eagle stitched on the right side breast pocket.
This is meant to be a sort of satire about what was really going in President Winchester’s head.
Record:
Staff Meeting: February 9, 2016
Number: 001
Time: 3:15 PM EST
Cause: The Walgreen’s Incident (See File #667 in Secretary of State Rebekah Grimes’s file; marked Walgreen’s)
-Brief Summary: On February 9th, 2016, at about 11 am, Secretary Grimes left the White House in President Winchester’s BMW M2 on a trip to the local Walgreen's to pick up cold and sinus medication for the President, who was sick with what seemed to be the flu.
At 11:30 AM precisely, an anonymous tip from a local phone booth set off a hailstorm of paparazzi that swarmed the Secretary when she exited the building. Secretary Grimes took shelter in the vehicle and called the President and CIA Director Krake, requesting extraction from the site.
It took almost half an hour for the Secret Service agents to arrive and escort Secretary Grimes back to the White House, prompting the President to call a full staff meeting of the Secret Service and anyone involved.
“I am extremely disappointed with all of you,” President Winchester said, glaring over the crowd of staff members in front of him.
Only two individuals were spared his gaze, Secretary Grimes and Director Krake. But both women looked more than nervous at his temper as he raged at his staff members.
“I was hoping to have a nice day in so I could recover from whatever made me sick last night, but I can’t even rely on the people who are supposed to protect me to help protect my Cabinet,” he yelled, the room perfectly silent.
“All of the Secret Service were HAND-PICKED by me to ensure that only the best and brightest were guarding our nation’s power,” he snapped, starting to pace at the front of the room. “And what the fuck happens? Secretary Grimes is left, in a car, surrounded by the press in the parking lot of a fucking Walgreen’s, being berated about her personal life!”
He was extremely furious now and even the Director and Secretary looked nervous.
“And when I tell those agents responsible to go and get her as soon and as fast as their cars can drive, I hear from her that they still hadn’t arrived almost half an hour after she first requested them!” he roared. “She could have been killed or attacked in the time that it took to even deploy them.”
“Not to mention that the reporters were asking about facets of her private life that had been only shared in the White House and should never have even been questioned!”
“Who the hell is responsible for this?!”
There were a few stuttered apologies and explanations, which he brushed off with the simple phrase “There should be no excuses.”
“I want a guard on Secretary Grimes 24/7,” he seethed once the questions were done. “I want her guarded almost as well as I am at all times. She never goes out along again so that we don’h have to deal with this bullshit again!”
“And if this ever does happen again, I am going to do exactly what I did at the beginning of my term and clean everyone out of the Secret Service, top to bottom!”
“Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” a quiet response echoed over the crowd.
“Agent Michael Novak, I think I should give you a chance to redeem yourself,” President Winchester sneered. “You’ll be Secretary Grimes’s new guard. She goes nowhere without you. Understood?”
“Understood, sir.”
“Good,” he said, breathing heavily and starting to calm down. “I want everyone on high alert for the President’s Day party. Dismissed.”
Everyone began to file out of the room. Sam stayed at the front, watching each individual leave and staring them all down.
Finally, only Miss Wilson, Director Krake, Agent Jimmy Novak, Miss Brannigan, Secretary Grimes, and the FaceTime with Agent Chase and General Winchester were left.
Sam stalked out of the room, trying to stop his blood from boiling.
Okay, there’s a lot of hate/wank on my dash lately, and I’m not down with that. SO, I need to find more positive S11 (and SPN in general) blogs to follow! This is all I’m looking for:
•No hate/wank (if it is posted, please be tagged)
•No actor/wife’s hate, either please
•Just all around positive blogs/bloggers
•If a destiel shipper, please be tagged :)
If mutuals could reblog this to get the word out, I’d be super appreciative!!
Thanks ya’ll and here’s to an amazing rest of Season 11!
Summary: Cas finds you and Dean in bed before they get called to a scene…then the worst happens. Will you find happiness? Thanks for enjoying this ride! Hope you enjoy the next series I’ll be bringing you.
okay, so i’m guessing you’ve all seen that November 2nd post that’s going around today (for obvious reasons)
well guess what? next year, November 2nd falls on a Wednesday. if SPN keeps its Wednesday night timeslot, WE HAVE A CHANCE TO GET AN EPISODE DEDICATED TO THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY EVERYTHING STARTED FOR OUR BOYS. we can have a more somber episode with feelings about Mary and memories and maybe even a cameo.
if you want this (like we all do), reblog this, put it on twitter, tag @thecwspn, just do whatever you want to GET THE WORD OUT. there’s a full year left, and if we band together we can totally make this happen!
That’s Your Jam is a fun and surprisingly tricky game in which you attempt to remember ALL the lyrics to your favorite songs a time limit.
This may sound easy, but even if you’ve heard the song a hundred times it’s surprisingly hard to remember all the lyrics (unless it’s ‘Around The World’ by Daft Punk!).
getting a 90 on a test now: tears of joy stream down my face as I climb to the top of the Empire State Building singing let's dance to joy division. god bless america
listen i just queued this but i need to reblog again with a comment because looking at all the posters together like this really puts the emphasis on how amazing it is to see Rey front and center on the TFA poster, clearly in the spot of the hero. Especially with her juxtaposed with the slave Leia on the ROTJ poster. Just thinking about all the little baby Star Wars fangirls who are going to see the TFA poster with Rey all action hero’d up makes my heart three sizes bigger!!
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