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focus in writing: Supernatural (2005)

focus in topics: angst, romantic, platonic, fluff

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Sam Winchester

My hand on your shoulder

My hand on your shoulder 2

Dean Winchester

Until I go grey (dad!Dean)

Need to make sure you’re safe (dad!Dean) req

More like 40 years (sister!user) req

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[wingedzeppelin]

hello i am back….. this time i am on anon because i think it is so cute when people have anon emojis… (i am larping being cool and niche)

OK. so im actively watching 4:15 and i was THINKIIINGGGG whenever u feel so inspired… Reader asking dean about hell angst/comfort fic ?? reader relation is whatever you think is the most fun to write.. this is very open ended but truly anything from u is heaven 👀👀 ok byebye…

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More like 40 years

║ pairing: Dean Winchester + sister!user

║ genre: angst

║ content: After a series of nightmares, Dean finally talks about hell and what it did to him to his (middle) sister.

║ based on this request! Thanks for the inspiration as always, hope you like this. ❀

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The day has long settled down, letting the moonlight take the stage and wrap one half of the world up in the night’s comfort. The old house in Sioux Falls creeks quietly in that familiar way as the wooden floorboards give way under Her feet. They take her down the upstairs hallway and lead her onto the steps of the staircase.

The woman remembers that path from childhood days, she took it often whenever the three Winchester children stayed with Bobby while their supposed father went to take care of more important business. The path leads her through the lore books filled living room, or library, and to the kitchen of her uncle’s home.

Originally, she just came for a glass of water, since the summer heat was almost unbearable at the moment, even at nighttime. But when She sees her older brother sitting completely still, staring at one of the kitchen’s windows, that plan vanishes from her mind.

It had been just about a week since Dean returned from hell. Seeing what it did to him, well that was almost like hell to Her too.

The Dean she knew as her older brother, the only constant in her life since the day she was born, was now completely stripped bare, raw in ways She could never have imagined seeing. It was worrisome, it was frightening, even.

Sam and Her had talked just a day earlier in private about their older brother’s situation. Since Dean insisted that he was doing alright, and both of his younger siblings could clearly see how that wasn’t true, they tried to figure out how to move on from now on.

Tonight, she would try to talk to him, ask him about hell, that’s what She just decided there in the wooden doorway of the kitchen.

“Hey…” Her voice brushes Dean’s ears gently, softly, snapping him out of thoughts and memories he can’t seem to get rid of. The man’s head lifts a little before he turns it to look at his sister.

For a moment he just takes her in. She’s grown up so much, he thinks. Despite them only being two years apart, he has this deep, fierce sense of love and protection for her, as well as for their younger brother too.

“You good?” Dean’s voice sounds rougher in comparison. Like his throat was dry or roughened up from screaming too much. The sound brings Her back to three days ago, where she woke up to Dean’s screaming. Her brother didn’t just shout any words, it was her name, it was Sam’s. It was agonising to listen to. Never has she heard Dean that scared in his sleep.

The young woman nods her head before taking a couple steps into the kitchen, settling against the counter. “Are you?” She asks him with an expression that Dean knows means ‘no bullshit’.

It annoys him at times, how well She can read him, always so aware of her brother’s moods. “Can’t sleep.” He answers shortly. “Too hot upstairs.” And while She assesses the first statement as correct, the additional explanation seems made up.

Her expression shows that. Her eyes switch from his left to his right before taking in the rest of his face. The bags under his eyes that seem impossible to shake these days, the lines on his forehead that don’t seem to settle anymore, the tension in his jaw. Something was definitely bothering him, which isn’t surprising, really.

“Did you have another dream?” She tries to dig a little deeper with that question. Her brother is quick to shake his head. “No.” Dean insists. “But I don’t wanna have another so I just won’t sleep. Problem solved.”

The confession was as much honesty as Dean can handle in one go in such an intimate setting.

Now his sister is pondering whether to stay quiet or try to pursue her original plan. “Can’t just not sleep forever.” She tells Dean then, her voice laced with both concern and humour. “Maybe if you’d talk-“

“Talk?” Dean stares back at her now, voice slightly raised. “There ain’t nothing to talk about. I told you.” Despite the way he reacts, She doesn’t feel like she wants to back down now. There’s clearly something to talk about, a very obvious something.

“You can’t expect me to believe that, Dean. Did you hear yourself screaming in your sleep three days ago? My name, Sam’s name. Didn’t sound a whole lot like there is nothing to talk about and we both know it.”

Dean is slightly taken aback by his sister’s resistance. Not that it was unusual, but hearing her mention that particular night, that does something to the hunter. Mostly because he can’t remember that he screamed. He can’t remember that She came into his room and settled him again.

The silence in the kitchen is loud along the silence the night provides.

“This is about hell, isn’t it?”

The statement lingers bold in the air, hanging between the siblings.

Dean looks at his sister with hardened eyes. Quickly, they soften again. His hand, roughened from years of this hunting life they were made to live, wipes over his face before settling at his chin.

She takes this moment to move closer to her brother and settle in the chair next to his. Of course she is aware of how much Dean hates these moments, the moments where he’s expected to be vulnerable, expected to share his true feelings. But She likes to believe it could be relieving for him too.

His head shakes first. Only then low words follow. “40 years…”

The woman next to him doesn’t seem to understand, her eyes narrow for a split second, like she always does when she tries to follow something.

“I wasn’t there for just 4 months you know…. It was more like 40 years.” His green eyes meet hers finally, and they are filled with so much pain, She almost can’t handle it. She has seen Dean at his worst, this though, this is his new worst.

But she doesn’t comment on it, She just lets him speak.

Dean’s eyes drift again, settle on a random spot, as if he’s seeing the pictures again, as if he’s living the moments once more. “And Alister at the end of every day… he would make me an offer…”

Now Her brows draw together a little tighter at the mention of Alister and that he would make him an offer every single day. But what Dean says next breaks her a little more.

“For thirty years I told him no, told him to stick it up his ass,” a bittersweet chuckle follows but it dies down as quickly as it came. “After thirty years I couldn’t do it anymore…” and then his voice breaks a little.

His sister shakes her head, like she can’t believe the pain he was put through. Dean can see her eyes glistening a little, but her tears never spill over.

“You should’ve told us.” She insists, recalling how Dean himself insisted that he didn’t remember anything that went on in the pit.

“And what for?” The blond asks her in return. “It’s not like you can change it. You have your own burdens, I have mine.”

“Stop it.” Now She puts her hand on his resting on the table. “Let us be there for you for one goddamn time. You’ve been to fucking hell, you’re allowed to act like it.”

That makes the corner of Dean’s mouth quip. Much to his sister’s surprise. “What?”

He shakes his head. “You’re too grown up dammit. When d’you stop being my little sister?” There’s a small smile on his lips now.

Despite the initial heaviness of the situation, even She lets a chuckle slip then. And for a moment, they stay in that gentle bubble of calm and familiarity.

Soon enough, the younger Winchester does get more serious again. “Seriously though. Whatever you need, just say the word, Dean. We’ve got your back.”

Dean looks at his sister, taking her in for a second before giving her the nod he knew she wanted. Then he turns his hand, palm facing upwards, before squeezing her hand once. The most acknowledgment Dean Winchester would allow himself to give.

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a/n: Soo, tried something new. I rarely see the Winchesters in addition with a sister, especially a middle sister. I hope this works for you. Feedback is welcome, as always. ❀

⇢ Requests are open ❀

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[academic-vampire]

𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯

[wingedzeppelin]

MAYHAPS SPECIFICALLY… like bedtime in a motel or something and they cant sleep

Need to make sure you’re safe

| pairing: Dean Winchester + daughter!user

I genre: angst, fluff

I content: Dean's daughter doesn't sleep well with him gone

| based on this request! Thanks for the inspiration and my very first request, hope you like this.

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If there was one thing Dean Winchester had to learn from a very young age, it was controlling his fears.

John Winchester never left room for fear, he raised his kids to face the things they are scared of. The expectation for Sam and Dean to handle themselves even when afraid was always a constant for their father.

Since Dean has become a father himself, he swore himself to handle the fears of his child better. His kid would never have to suffer alone and swallow the lump in their throat and pretend nothing was wrong.

But that goal of his was harder to achieve with his daughter than he assumed.

The Impala's engine roars loud as it drives down the interstate, headed towards a small town surrounded by thick woods in Oregon. The Winchesters heard of several missing persons case. Actually, missing people. A family of three went missing while on a camping trip with no trails. But a whole of three people disappearing doesn't seem like just another missing persons to Sam and Dean.

With the two brothers is Dean's sixteen year old daughter. They stash her away in the motel, making sure she has everything she needs to be safe and sound while her father and uncle go investigate. It's a familiar routine by now.

What is also part of the routine, are the check ins. At least one of the brothers makes sure to let Her know that they are alright. The rule is, if they don't call and She can't reach either, the next number she has to dial is Bobby's.

That one day, Sam and Dean have gathered enough information to be sure they were dealing with a wendigo. Creatures with a sad story who feed on humans. Their goal of course was to find and save the family. So the Winchester men give Her a tight hug before leaving for the woods.

It has been hours since they left and She hasn't heard back from them yet. The worry grows, until She gets a call from her uncle.

"Hey, so... we'll be a little longer." Sam tells his niece, trying to maintain a steady, calm tone.

On the other end, She picks up on a hint of something that tells her that this wasn't just 'we'll be a little longer'. After repeated questions, Sam finally confessed that he and Dean got separated as her father went to look for the family's son. Sam hadn't heard from him since.

A deep, bad feeling settles in Her chest as she thought about it. Her father was missing. Sam had no idea where he was, that much she figured out even when Sam tried to assure her that he'll find him.

The whole situation ends with Sam and Dean returning home. Dean was missing for about a day and had lots of scratches that were nasty, and there was a big gash Sam had already bandaged up in the car. Also, the mother and son of the missing family returned home. Unfortunately, the dad didn't make it since the wendigo already clawed him up badly.

Since then though, the youngest Winchester had trouble relaxing whenever her dad was gone. She couldn't shake the feeling of fear that Dean might be somewhere lost again, which lead her to only being able to be completely calm when Dean returned from wherever he was.

Just three daysafter the case, they were in a different town, just a stop on the way to Sioux Falls. It was late when Dean went to get some food. Neither Sam or his daughter were hungry, so they stayed behind.

Since it was already half past eleven, She was already pretty tired and tried to fall asleep. Across the room in the low lights, her uncle had already nodded off reading a book. Nothing that she did though, helped to get her mind to rest and relax into a restful sleep.

No matter how many times she turns around, sleep just doesn't seem to want to pull her under.

The motel's door creaks open quietly. The sound is followed by thuds on the floor. When Dean's eyes adjusted to the very dim lighting of the room, he sees his daughter on her bed, still up, eyes wide before they relax.

A sigh leaves the girl's chest, as if she was relieved.

Dean's brow raises as he sets down his wallet and Baby's keys on the round table. His green eyes flicker towards Sam and he notices his brother sleeping.

"What're you doing up?" Dean asks his tired looking daughter who sits up a little on her bed.

His daughter shrugs her shoulders before rubbing one of her half lidded eyes. "I just couldn't sleep."

She states then, careful to keep her voice down as to not wake Sam.

The oldest Winchester walks around his daughter's bed to take a seat on his own. "That ain't usually a problem for you..." Dean leans down to loosen the shoelaces of his boots before he slips out of them.

He gives her another glance before deciding that she looks like this isn't just a sleepless night. "Okay, you've been yawning an awful lot since we left Juntura. Talk to me.""

The girl sighs silently before shrugging again. "It's nothing." She insists as she moves to lay down on the bed again. Her fingers pull the blanket over herself, like she now wants to just settle in for sleep.

"Hey, no. Don't do that with me. I want you to talk to me, about whatever it is keeping ya up." The man prompts his daughter to speak with that typical gentle roughness when he actually wants the truth.

His daughter yawns right after. She turns on her back, staring at the ceiling before looking at her dad.

"It's.." She sighs before turning her head a little to Dean's direction, but she doesn't look at him yet.

"I was so scared when you went missing... on the case." Her voice is quieter now even a slight bit unsteady.

Dean stares at his daughter with thoughtful eyes. He didn't know that She had been that aware of the situation. After all, he thought Sam thought of something to stall his niece. It seems like She has inherited her father's ability to put two and two together and read between lines.

"But I'm back now, sweetheart. And I'm fine too."

Dean's voice is calm and low, the kind of tone fathers use when assuring their kid that the monster in the closet is not real.

She turns her head to look at her dad now. After a moment of quiet she speaks again. "Yeah but... I can never know if you'll come home. Just couldn't sleep without knowing you're fine. I guess I just now realised how quick something could happen and-" the rest of her words get stuck on the way from her vocal cords to her lips.

Hearing such words makes Dean's heart clench with guilt. He never wanted his daughter to feel like this, to fear like this. To fear that he wasn't gonna come back to her.

A silent sigh draws from his chest before he stands up slowly and settles on the edge of Her bed instead.

"I'll never leave you on your own. I always come back home, you should've noticed by now." The small smile lifting his lips at the end was a try to get rid of the tense mood, to ease Her brain.

"But what if you don't?” Now her eyes glisten in the pale moonlight shining through the orange curtains.

Dean is quick to response. His head shakes and puts his warm hand on her knee with reassuring weight.

"That ain't an option for me." He sounds certain, certain enough for Her to feel somewhat reassured.

"B'sides, got your uncle to pull me outta crap like that."

That manages to put a hint of a smile on his daughter's face, which in return lightens his own spirits again.

Right before the silence after lingers too long, She yawns again, the soft sound of it bouncing off the motel room walls quietly.

"Well I'm here now. So... get some sleep, yeah?" The older man gives her knee a gentle squeeze before standing up again slowly.

Soon after, She is wrapped up on the sheets again, reassured that her father is very much present by the sound of his snores to her right.

Sleep washes over her quickly. And when she wakes up in the morning, rested for once after three days of worries, Dean is still there.

| a/n: I hope you like it!

I'm happy to work on more requests!

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how it feels to ignore the soldier boy x clara plotline

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How i genuinely feel because nobodys requesting anything ⁉️⁉️⁉️

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Traveling with the Winchesters for a hunt moodboard <3

majority of pics from pinterest!

[livnothewson]

THE BOYS (2025-)

5.02 | "Teenage Kix"

[bohemianblasphemy]

Tomorrows the day my gorgeous lovelies

And I’m so ready but also so not ready 😭😭😭

[wingedzeppelin]

It was.

[wingedzeppelin]

Until I go grey

| pairing: Dean Winchester + daughter!user

| genre: comfort, angst

| context: AU where Dean has a daughter. Her mom was initially a one night stand but when Dean found out about the child, he helped her. Complications lead to death in childbirth and Dean is left with a daughter on his own.

| content: Dean’s daughter gets harassed and Dean doesn’t keep his cool.

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Standing in a hospital parking lot with his newborn daughter, completely one his own wasn’t something Dean had ever expected to experience in his life. Not the daughter part, not the part where the mother of his child died, not where he was alone with it all.

He stands leaned against his car, his green eyes staring down at the newborn life wrapped up in a blanket in awe. Usually, the hunter always has a focus for his surroundings. He picks up distant sounds, spots shadows in the corner of his eyes, scans for abnormalities all the time. Yet right now, the world seems to have narrowed down to him and the little girl, barely a few hours old.

The reason he was alone with Her in that moment, Vanessa, the mother of his child suffered severe trauma during birth and died just moments after her child started to scream and allowed her mom to hear the sign of life. Sam had stayed with Bobby when Dean and Vanessa left for the hospital in Sioux Falls. Dean hadn’t called his brother yet, hadn’t shared the news just yet. It seemed unimportant to figuring out what to do now.

The first months were hard. Even if Dean had experience in raising a child, caring for a newborn from their very first breath on was new. Together with his little family consisting of him, Her, his brother and Bobby, Dean made it work. He had to. For his daughter. In those initial months, Dean pulled away from hunting as much as he could. Almost completely. To protect his child from the fait he had to face.

Luckily, She was a quiet child. She rarely ever cried from her chest, merely fussed. As if she knew she was taken care of well enough, protected enough to feel safe and sound.

As She got older, Dean slowly picked up hinting again. Not that he wanted to, but the world of the supernatural pulled him in like a magnet sticks to a fridge. Bobby’s fridge began to be covered with drawings of the growing girl. Dean never took his girl on hunts, always had his brother or Bobby, the only ones he trusts watch her if he absolutely had to go somewhere. He did everything in his power to keep the number of times small.

She always got that adorable smile whenever her father came into the room, especially after he had been gone for a few days. Always that warm smile, which over time started showing more and more teeth. The youngest Winchester was a happy child, much to Dean’s surprise. Yet he was beyond grateful for it.

His little girl always seemed to show interest in anything new life had to offer. If it were new landscapes she got to see through the Impala’s window, how her uncle was able to type so quickly on his computer or Bobby’s dusty books. She always had a knack for finding something to interest her and keep herself entertained, making Dean’s life easier.

She inherited many traits of him over time. The music that he played in the car could always comfort her. The sweet goodness of pies, pancakes and chocolate bars was something she appreciated. Being raised by three man also made Her grow into a confident young woman. One with backbone and a sense of self that not many teens her age could show off.

As she got older, Sam and Dean got more involved with their family’s business again. Not exactly to the same extent as before, but more than during those first years of Her life. That meant more travelling from place to place whenever she couldn’t stay at Bobby’s. Dean would never take Her to the actual place where they’d gut a monster or expel a demon back to hell. She’d stay safely tucked away in a motel room with everything She could need.

Seeing her dad return with a gash on his upper arm for the first time made her chest tighten unbelievably. While Dean assured her that he was more than okay, because he made sure Sam fixed him up enough before they’d go to see her, he held her hand. Yes, his fourteen year old was never supposed to see him or Sam in a bad condition, but it seems like the Winchester tragedy wasn’t sparring Her.

Three years later, the trips have become more frequent. Not that She minded it much. The time she spend in the different cities or locked behind a motel room’s door gave her the opportunity to educate herself on literally anything or explore different areas. With internet access, used wisely with Sam’s guiding, She build a character of cleverness, intelligence and strength in her mind. For that, Dean was insanely proud.

The monster of the week takes the trio across the country. From Sioux Falls they make their way to Oregon. Since the drive was a long one, stretched over days, they made many stops along the way. The last gas station break made them stop about four hours away from their destination, Prineville, Oregon.

Getting out of the car after five hours of straight driving felt like the first sun rays shining down on your face after a long, cold winter. She stretches her arms over her head in an attempt to get the blood flowing properly again. The youngest Winchester takes a few steps around the car while her dad filled the tank of his beloved car.

After he finished, he tapped Her on the shoulder. “Wanna come inside with me? Grab something to eat.” Dean tells her before stepping inside already. The seventeen year old turns to her uncle before following her father. “Do you want something too?” Sam looks up from where he was leaned against Baby and shakes his head with that gentle smile he always held for his niece. “No, thanks.”

She returns the smile before turning and entering the gas station. Her feet slowly drag her through the aisles, her eyes scanning for something she would like. Suddenly she feels a set of eyes on her. As she turns her head to the side, a man is already looking her way, a small smirk on his face.

The seventeen year old rolls her eyes and focuses back on the shelf in front of her. The golden, shimmery wrapper of a Twix bar is smiling at her and She decides to take it. It crinkles when her hand closes around it.

Another isle over, the decision lies between cashews or peanuts. The decision is hard to make since the guy was again lingering near Her. This time a little closer than before. She tries to ignore it and goes for the salted peanuts just to get to move to the last isle.

The low hum of the wall of fridges tunes out much of the other noises as She goes to open one door. She bends down a little to grab a water bottle when the man appears next to her once again. This time, right by her side. His smirk seemed wider, his eyes linger longer, take her in up and down.

“Hey.” The sketchy guy says, trying to start a conversation seemingly. The girl doesn’t return a word, just grabs her water and stands back straight, trying to get past him quickly. That, she doesn’t get to do since he blocks her way to the register. “Not gonna say hello anymore?”

“No. Now move.” Her tone is low and the annoyance is audible in it. The guy doesn’t bother moving along. “Tell me your name first. Bet it’s as pretty as you are.” The slimy man tries to get her to talk to him once again.

“Hey! Get away from my daughter, you perv.” Dean calls as he walks towards them. His brows are knit tightly, his face is twisted in anger. She can’t say that she has seen this expression often before, since Dean always does his best to keep his emotions in check with his daughter.

The guy holds up his hands in surrender yet his disgusting smirk doesn’t waver. “Was just telling her how pretty she is, wasn’t I doll?” He says. That was it for Dean, he steps closer, getting in his face. Dean pulls out a twenty dollar bill and holds it out to his daughter while staring down the man.

“Go pay, sweetheart.” Her father tells her. She doesn’t move immediately, “Dad, it’s f-“ but Dean cuts her off. “I said go pay, please.” His daughter sighs before taking the bill and passing the two men to go to the register.

As soon as his daughter left his peripheral vision, he grabs the man by his collar and pushes him against the cold glass door of one of the fridges. “Never gonna do that again, you fucking hear me? You’re never gonna look at or talk to a woman like that again.” Dean keeps his tone low, a rumble for the slimy man to hear.

“I’ll do whatever I-“ before the man can finish that sentence, Dean’s fist collides with his face. Her head snaps back to catch a glimpse of it. Dean doesn’t leave it at one punch, he finishes the business with another shove oof the man’s head into the glass. He groans and only then Dean lets go to follow his daughter out the door.

She doesn’t say another word when they walk back to the car. Seeing her father act like that was a first in that moment and She wasn’t sure how to react. Of course she was grateful that the guy didn’t get to do anything else than undress her with his eyes, which is disgusting enough, but She could’ve handled it herself.

Sam watches the two as they walk towards the car. His niece’s expression is unreadable to him but the one his brother is wearing, he very well knows. “Everything alright?” Sam doesn’t receive an answer.

The Winchesters get into the car again and arrive about for hours later in Prineville. The scenery was beautiful. Green wherever your eyes go, the slight fog that wraps the town in a spooky atmosphere and the sunshine still shining through it was the cherry on the cake.

While Sam goes to grab proper meals, Dean and Her stay behind in the motel room, unpacking their stuff since they’d be staying for a few nights. They haven’t really talked since the gas station incident and it started to gnaw at Dean.

“Listen, kid.” He turns to look at his daughter. “Sorry you saw it, alright. But-“ he gets cut off by Her. “I could’ve done it myself if he wouldn’t have let me pass.” The stubborn streak of course continues in her. It didn’t stop with Dean and now he gets to experience his own behaviour like looking into a mirror.

Dean takes a step closer to Her, not letting up on justifying himself. “I know, but I don’t want you to have to handle guys like that on your own.” When She goes to say something again, he raises a hand for her to let him continue.

His hand settles on her shoulder and his eyes meet hers with quiet intensity, insistence. “I know you’re strong. Made sure of that myself, sweetheart. But don’t go thinking I won’t take care of guys like that for you until I go grey and rickety.”

His daughter looks up at him as he speaks and the stubbornness concerning this specific topic is carved into Dean’s eyes. She knows he won’t let up. Not as long as he lives. And so defeat wins over and She nods. “I get it.”

“Good.” Dean’s face eases up again and he pulls his girl against his chest into a hug. A short moment of silence passes before he sighs. “How many times did that happen when I wasn’t around?” Dean pulls away to see Her face, having a feeling this definitely wasn’t the first time.

The seventeen year old shrugs her shoulders. “Often enough. As I said, I could’ve handled it.” Her tone is almost casual about it and that makes an uneasy feeling spread in Dean’s chest. He shakes his head, sorry to hear his own daughter having to endure douchebags all the time. Guilt is a part of it. He isn’t proud of his early twenties in retrospect.

“Good to know I raised you right then. Not afraid to kick someone’s ass. That’s my girl.” Dean presses a kiss to her hair and retreats his head with a proud smile. She smiles back at her dad softly. The expressions matching since Dean was the blueprint.

| a/n: so that’s girl dad Dean. I like the idea that one version of him did get to have a child. The scene itself is a little short, sorry for that, but I needed to establish the story properly first. So if you want to see more stories of dad!Dean, feel free to request anything you’d like to see.

I take requests for Supernatural in general, so if any other idea comes to mind, I’m happy to turn it into reality!

w.Z

[whoknowswherethetimegoes]

Led Zeppelin, 1968.

[s2deanwinchester]

[midnightfragment]

Salt & Stories ⊹ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ˖

summary: Five years after losing his wife, Dean takes his six-year-old daughter to a cloudy January beach for her birthday. For the first time, he doesn't change the subject—he tells her about the incredible woman her mother was, one memory at a time, while she asks the innocent, heart-shattering questions only a child can. warnings: major character death (reader, past), grief / mourning parental loss, emotional hurt/comfort, father-daughter feels

The bench was damp from earlier rain, the kind of cold that seeped through jeans. January ocean didn’t care it was her birthday; the water stayed slate-gray, waves chewing at the shore like they were still angry about something. Dean kept his arm around her small shoulders anyway, jacket open so she could tuck against his side.

She swung her sneakers—pink laces, new for today—back and forth, not quite touching the sand. Six years old and already she had that look: too smart, too quiet when she was thinking hard.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.”

She pointed at the horizon. “Why’s the ocean so… flat today?

He huffed a small laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe it’s waiting for something. Or maybe it’s just tired.”

She considered that, then leaned her head against his ribs. “You’re tired too sometimes.”

His throat closed. He stared at the water a long minute before he could speak again.

“I used to bring your mom here,” he said, voice low like he was afraid the words might crack. “Not this beach. One farther south. She liked the warm water. Said it felt like the ocean was hugging her back.”

The little girl went very still. She’d learned early that questions about Mommy made Daddy’s face do the wrong thing—go blank, or tight, or far away. But today he didn’t stop.

“She was… God, she was something else.” He swallowed. “Funny as hell. Could make me laugh even when I was bleeding out on a motel floor. Had this laugh that started small and then exploded, like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. And her eyes—” He shook his head, remembering. “They crinkled at the corners when she was happy. You do that too. Same exact way.”

She touched the corner of her own eye, testing. “Was she pretty?”

Dean’s breath caught. He turned to look at her properly. Those eyes—hers—searching his face for pieces of someone she’d only ever known through silences.

“Prettiest thing I ever saw,” he said, voice rough. “Not just the outside, though she was—God, she was. But inside. The way she looked at people like they mattered. The way she looked at you the second you were born… like you hung the damn moon.”

She nodded slowly, like she was filing that away. “Do I look like her?”

“Every damn day.” His voice broke on the last word. He cleared his throat. “You got her nose. Her stubborn chin. The way she used to tilt her head when she was figuring something out? That’s you. All you.”

The girl chewed her bottom lip. “Did she like the beach?”

“Loved it. She’d drag me into the water even when it was freezing. Said I needed to stop being such a grumpy old man.” He smiled, small and wrecked. “She’d splash me till I chased her. Then she’d let me catch her. Every time.”

A gull screamed overhead. The girl watched it disappear into the gray.

“Was she brave?” she asked.

Dean’s arm tightened around her. “Braver than me. Way braver. She’d stare down things that should’ve made anybody run—monsters, bad odds, me when I was being an idiot—and she never flinched. Not once. She just… loved harder. Loved me when I didn’t deserve it. Loved you before she even met you.”

The little girl’s eyes were shiny now. She didn’t cry, though. Just blinked fast.

“Did she sing to me? When I was in her tummy?”

“Yeah.” Dean’s voice was rough. “Old rock ballads. Zeppelin. Some Joan Jett when she was feeling feisty. She’d put headphones on her belly and tell you the baby was headbanging. Said you kicked harder during ‘Black Dog.’”

A tiny laugh bubbled out of her. “I still like that song.”

“I know.” He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I know you do.”

She was quiet a long time. Then, small voice:

“Do you miss her?”

Dean closed his eyes. The wind stung.

“Every second I’m breathing,” he whispered. “But I got you. And you’re… you’re the best piece of her I get to keep. So I keep going. For you. For her.”

The girl turned her face into his jacket, voice muffled. “I wish I could remember her.”

He hugged her closer. “You will. Not the way I do, maybe. But you’ll feel her. In the songs. In the way you laugh too big. In how brave you already are. She’s right here, kid. She never left.”

She sniffed once, wiped her nose on her sleeve like he’d taught her not to, then looked up at him with those crinkled eyes.

“I wish I could hug her.”

Dean’s heart folded in on itself.

“Me too, baby.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But every time you hug me, it’s like hugging her too. Promise.”

She wrapped both arms around his middle as tight as she could, face buried in his jacket. He held her there, rocking just slightly, the way he used to when she was smaller and nightmares came calling.

“Can we come back? On my birthday again? And you tell me more?”

Dean closed his eyes against the sting.

“Every year,” he whispered. “As many stories as you want.”

She nodded against him, satisfied for now.

The sea kept rolling in and out, patient.

And for the first time in five years, the quiet between them didn’t feel empty.

It felt full.

[wingedzeppelin]

My hand on your shoulder 2

| pairing: Sam Winchester x reader (f)

| genre: romance

| Part one here

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The monster of the week turned out to be a siren. After another victim, the trio of Sam, Dean and Her, finally put one and one together and quickly got to killing the creature. It took blood and sweat and some effort but since they make a good team, they made quick work of the monster that compelled humans to commit horrible acts while disguised as a loved one.

The Winchesters and Her decide to settle in a tranquil bar for the evening to let loose for one night after a successful hunt.

The bar is rather small and just a few people are sipping on drinks, a small group of younger guys are gathered around the pool table, and the other customers are scattered all around.

Sam and Her settle in a booth on opposite sides while Dean took it upon himself to get their drinks. The reason for that seems pretty obvious when looking over to the bar counter. Behind it is a woman with blonde hair in an intricate updo, which She guesses Dean was going to use as his opening.

“Looks like someone’s about to have a good night.” She comments, nodding towards the bar before glancing at Sam with a half drained and half amused smile. “Looks like it.” Sam agrees, smiling in amusement at the woman opposite of him. “See her hair? That’s good material for him.” The youngest Winchester adds.

She nods and hums in agreement. “Definitely.” Sam eyes his brother for another moment before turning back to Her. “Let’s hope we’ll get drinks today.” That earns him a chuckle along with a nod from Her and it makes Sam’s own smile widen. “Yeah, let’s.”

Luckily for the two, Dean actually ends up getting three beers and joins them in the booth. He sits down next to their female companion and hands her and his brother the beer with a happy smile.

“So, what’s her name?” She turns her head and looks at Dean with a knowing smile before taking a sip from the brown bottle. “Valerie,” Dean answers with a proud grin “but she has to close this place down, so…”

Sam laughs at that. “Man, now you’re gonna have to spend time with us.” The tall man on the other side says sarcastically before glancing at Her again to see if she was amused as well. Of course he was right to assume that she was. She chuckles to herself and catches Sam’s hazel eyes on her. They always somehow seem to find their way to her own.

Dean rolls his eyes and sighs in annoyance, taking a long sip of his beer too. He wasn’t just annoyed by getting turned down or that the other two make fun of him for it, it was more about the other two looking at each other like that. Again. It happens often enough to piss him off.

Her eyes shift again, scanning around the bar and spotting the pool table with the guys gathered around it. A grin settles on her face. “Hey, wanna see me hustle those guys?” She looks at both brothers with raised brows. “Hell yeah.” Dean instantly agrees with something close to proudness within his expression.

Sam on the other hand keeps his reaction more light. He nods and gives her that soft smile while shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah. Definitely.” He says even if it doesn’t sound as enthusiastic as his brother’s answer was.

She smiles and takes a big sip of her beer, emptying it halfway before climbing over Dean’s lap to walk over to the group consisting of four guys in her and Sam’s age probably.

“Hey guys, this looks so fun. Interested in another game?” She asks them with a sweet voiced to sound more innocent and inexperienced. The guys look at her with raised brows at first but they quickly come to smile at the woman in front of them.

“Sure. But we bet, so… got something to bet?” One of the guys, a man about Dean’s height asks, stepping closer to her. His deep brown eyes look down to her, seizing her up with an easy smile.

She acts as if she has to think for a moment before reaching into the pocket of her dark washed jeans. She pulls out a small stack of folded twenties. Half of it She shoves back into the pocket and holds up the rest of it. “80 bucks enough?”

The man tilts his head and glancing at his buddies. They smirk at him and it encourages him to ask for more. “That, and your number, sweetheart. You in?” He crosses his arms over his chest.

For a second She seems to think about it before shrugging her shoulders and nodding. “Why not. You’re on, but you’re gonna have to bet at least a hundred. Since… I mean you seem like you do this often and I really don’t.” That charming smile on her face remains and it seems to work on the guy, getting him to believe she is just another dumb girl with enough confidence.

“Sure.” He pulls out 150 dollars and sets them next to her 80. “I’ll even let you start.” The guy says, leaning in for just a few seconds.

On the other end of the room, both Sam and Dean are watching, watching Her charm her way into the game. Dean has an amused expression on his face, the beer meets his lips every other minute as he is quite intrigued to see how She’s gonna do it, even though he has seen it plenty.

When he looks over to his little brother though, a deep sigh escapes his lungs. “You gotta stop doing that, man.” He tells his brother.

Sam turns his head and looks at his brother in confusion. “Do what?” Dean gives him a look that said nothing less but ‘really?’. “Dude, you’re looking over there like she’s gonna get stabbed by that guy.” Sam’s brows knit and he shakes his head in denial. “I’m not.”

Dean takes another generous sip of his beer since this was already getting on his nerves. “Sammy, just grow a pair and ask her out. Make a move for god’s sake, it’s painful to watch.” His voice expresses the urgency and annoyance Dean feels towards this situation.

The younger Winchester drops his head for a moment, staring at the dark wooden table with endless scratches in it from years of use. “Just leave it alone.” He then mumbles, looking up at his brother.

Dean in return rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “What? You don’t think she’s into you?” He takes another sip of his beer, finishing it. “Because I’m telling you, she is. And obviously your dumb ass is into her just as much so go for it.” At this point Dean is doing the exact thing he never wanted to do, hold speeches, monologue like in a chick flick. On the other hand it is also painful to see his brother sickly in love without doing anything about it.

Said brother eyes Dean for a moment, hearing him say that the girl he has been into might also be into him makes him think. Then Sam looks over to Her again, who’s now celebrating her win.

“So that’s 150 bucks, and my 80,” She says with a grin on her face, once again successful in hustling unassuming, overconfident men. Might be her favorite kind of activity. The guy who lost against her rolls his eyes but then goes back to smiling.

“You totally played me,” he says, “was pretty hot, to be honest.” Once again, the dark haired man leans closer into her space and his voice lowers. “Do I get to keep your number? Y’know as consolation.”

Sam watches from their booth, seeing how close the man is to Her now. Despite the fact that he in now way shape or form has anything to say about Her dating choices, the weird feeling spreads in his chest again seeing the scene unfold.

She scans the guys face, not doing anything yet. Suddenly her eyes shift and meet Sam’s across the room. She shakes her head then, looking back at the guy. “No. No consolation for bad players,” she answers, a corner of her mouth pulling up into a grin. “Bye.”

With that she steps away from the pool table and makes her way over to the Winchesters. “Easy as always.” She says triumphant as she holds up the money she hustled.

Dean grins up at her. “That’s my girl. How much you won?” He asks her, making room so she could sit down next to him. Instead of taking up the free space on Dean’s side though, She decides to sit next to Sam.

“150.” The money gets tucked into the back pocket of her jeans. “You’re awesome.” Dean tells the woman opposite before glancing at Sam who is wearing a smile on his face as well. Just a little more scaled back, yet no less proud. “Definitely.” He says.

Dean of course takes the opportunity to tease his little brother since he now knows for sure how Sam feels about their companion. “Yeah, definitely.” Dean mocks his brother, “Sammy here drooled a little watching you.” The older brother states with a grin that always earns him an eye roll.

As expected, Sam does roll his eyes. “Shut up.” He shakes his head, hoping She won’t take it to heart. She glances at Sam, who’s seemingly annoyed and perhaps even embarrassed, before shrugging her shoulders. “My pool performance is worth drooling over.”

“I think that was just you, though.” Dean adds before getting a kick to his shin. A low laugh only follows from Dean who successfully pushed his brother’s buttons. She takes notice of the defensiveness from Sam’s side but decides not to talk about it for now.

The three spend another hour at the dim bar, drinking away the money She has earned them with skilled hands, a cue and charm. Then the Impala makes its way back to the motel. Dean leaves Her and Sam alone to still his hunger for a greasy diner burger, or so he says.

Upon getting back to the motel, they settle in the boys’ room. While she washes the filth of the day away from her face over the bathroom sink, Sam stands in the doorway, watching and listening to Her talk.

After she is done and dries her face off with a towel and gentle taps, she thinks about the bar again. “Hey earlier at the bar,” She starts to say as she puts the off white fabric away, “was Dean serious?”

Sam looks down at Her slightly confused. “What do you mean?” She steps past him through the doorway, brushing his arm. “When he said you were watching.., y’know, me.” She turns to face Sam again. Her expression is twisted with curiosity, Sam can tell she wants to know.

The tall man mildly chuckles before shaking his head, not meeting her eyes at first. “No, he just said that. You know him.” He tells her then, meeting her eyes with his own briefly. The way he reacts to the question makes her suspicious.

“Yeah?” She asks, brows slightly furrowed in suspicion. “Seemed pretty defensive about it. You don’t usually give a shit about his comments.” The hunter then adds as she leans against the edge of the table the room provided.

“Yeah because he was annoying. And yeah maybe I was watching you but just because of that guy getting in your space like that. Didn’t wanna miss the chance to tell him to piss off.” The words just seem to flow from his brain straight out his mouth, like lava flowing down a volcano.

Sam doesn’t realise what he had admitted until a few seconds later. His hazel eyes meet hers, which are now widened a little at the admission.

Her brows are raised slightly. She doesn’t say anything for a minute. “Sam were you jealous?” She says, leaning forward a little, her eyes never leaving his face. Her eyes read him with curiosity and even faint excitement.

“We’re not together.” Sam responds.

“That’s not what I asked.” She then counters, prompting him to answer what she has asked him.

The tall man in the bathroom doorframe takes a long breath as if he needed the courage the oxygen gave him. “Maybe I was.” He then tells her, meeting her eyes. For a moment they just look at each other and neither move.

“Sam…” She calls his name lowly yet gentle but before she can continue to speak he goes ahead. “No, look. I know you can do whatever you want. And I don’t want to be jealous because we’re not together, as I said. But I just don’t like the thought of you with someone else.”

As he finishes speaking, he is suddenly standing in front of her. She looks up at him before standing slowly, as if the statement made her hesitate to act quicker.

“Yeah?” She then asks a little quieter than before, almost perplex. Sam doesn’t avert his eyes this time and gives her one nod. “Yeah.” His voice matches her volume and dropped into a tone of quiet confidence now.

For another moment, the two just hold eye contact, as if trying to read each other fully. Then in a split second decision, Sam tries his luck and leans down to meet her. His big hand settles on the side of her head, tilting it upwards. He ends up so close that their noses brush, yet their lips don’t.

That half a centimetre is getting closed by Her. As soon as she felt Sam so close she knew she wanted closer, and so she took what she wanted. Their lips meet, Sam’s soft and gentle at first before they turn more explorative. Her hands connect with his upper arms, getting hold of him while pulling herself closer.

Sam pulls her closer by the waist with his other hand while his lips work to make her understand his feelings.

Suddenly, the jingle of keys sound through the room, making them part. When they look at the door, Dean stands there with raised brows and a proud look.

“Oh don’t mind me.” The oldest Winchester says, receiving annoyed groans from both Sam and Her.

Slowly, Sam’s hand slips away from her waist but the one on her jaw just settles lower onto her shoulder. Despite his brother, he had something that could easily trump Dean’s comments.

She squeezes Sam’s arm once more before walking away. “Goodnight.” Because she was definitely not staying for Dean’s teasing. For one she was annoyed, but Sam assumed she might feel too exposed to stay right now.

Sam is left with a smile on his lips before it gets washed away by his brother’s slap on the shoulder. “Don’t just let her walk away now, Sammy. You already came this far.” The grin on the man’s face was wider than the Grand Canyon, Sam swore.

Back in Her own room, she still felt Sam’s hand on her shoulder and his lips wrapping her up in bliss. And even a soft line of a smile holds itself up on her face, despite it usually being pretty hard to entertain.

a/n: a little longer but hopefully just as good.

[wingedzeppelin]

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