I’m starting season 10 of Supernatural. Season 9 was good, I liked the storyline, even if Metatron seems a bit too much but whatever. The Mark of Cain thing and Dean turning to a demon is good. Nice change from Sam being a demon I guess.
But… I was under the impression that the show wants Dean to be this heterosexual macho man. For me, his whole bond with Castiel take him very far away from that “hetero man” but it’s not just that !
He and Crowley totally fucked right ? And then, it was 100% a break-up scene. I mean, Crowley daydreaming about Dean during work ? Looking at their pictures on his phone ?? Replaying in his head the moment he found Dean naked in his bed ??? Am I supposed to look at this and think “yeah cool bros” ?
I mean he basically asked Dean to be his consort in hell… He saved the true love of his boyfriend, he saved his rival Castiel to help Dean. He got it bad. Sadly, he was on the “fuck buddy” side of Dean Winchester.
I can’t wait to see Dean and Castiel being together again. For quite some time they pushed the Sam/Castiel relationship and pulled Dean aside on his own journey with Crowley. I think it was good to give some time to Sam and Castiel friendship, it’s making my family found trope bell tinkle. Also, it shows more surely how Dean and Castiel relationship is very different and not at all a “bro buddy pal” one.
Well, back on my first time watching train.
NB : Every character on this show has now an angel blade to use, you know, the very rare and powerfull weapon. So funny.
okay context cause ppl are confused the writer for the podcast (which I don’t get why theres a writer but anyway) is like the worst person ever and has said/written some fucked up shit. but also a lot of jarpad stans were pissed because she’s a Jarpad anti or has said some negative shit about him. so he came online to say this
This is a really long fic, its also very fluffy and sad
The sound of screaming woke you up. Screaming, struggling, fighting, then nothing. You were awake but you couldn’t quite open your eyes. You could feel the damp moist air, and sweat soaked clothes clung to your body. You could feel the restraints on your wrist that were held above you head, as you recognised your position the aching pain of your arms started pulsing. You stayed as still as possible, trying not to draw any attention to yourself after the commotion you had just heard. More pains in your body surfaced the longer you were awake, hunger, thirst. How long have you been in this place?
Enough time had passed since the screaming and no more noises were made. You felt it was safe enough to finally open your eyes. It took your eyes a moment to adjust, but once they did you realised you were in a cave. You heard some sets of footsteps and immediately played dead again.
“She has to be in here somewhere, if this is a wendigo he will keep her alive.”
It was Dean’s voice.
“Yeah I hope so” His little brother replied with fear in his voice. Sam had found you and came to rescue you. You opened your mouth to try and call his name, but nothing came out. Your mouth was too dry and voice hadn’t been used in so long, you were just mouthing words.
You helplessly tried screaming and squirming to make any noise to get their attention, when the sound of growling grabbed your attention. You looked to your right where the cave deepened, and were met by a pair of evil beady eyes glaring at you. The thing slowly started walking towards you with a low grumble. You started to panic, you put all your energy into freeing yourself, but it wasn’t going to happen. The thing had picked up its pace and started jogging towards you.
“Sam” your voice managed to crack out a quiet yelp.
You closed your eyes and braved yourself, ready to take the impact of whatever this thing was going to you, when suddenly you hear a shot. Your eyes shot open and you saw Dean aiming at the windego. It turned around and started chasing him, when Sam from around the corner shot it with a flare gun, and it went up in flames. It screamed as it burned, Dean watched over it with a completely emotionless face while mesmerised by the monster in front of him dying. Sam ran towards you and cut the rope that had tied you up. He caught you in his arms as your body collapsed. Dean had left the monster and had taken down a girl who was next to you, she wasn’t conscious. You tried to stand up, but dropped to your knees. You had been tied up for so long you couldn’t walk. The pain in your arms from being held up was excruciating, everything hurt and you were so damn thirsty. Sam picked you up and started walking towards the exit of the cave.
“It’s ok, baby” he attempted to comfort as you lost consciousness again.
You woke on the couch of the cabin, a throw draped over your body and a bottle of water laid beside you. As soon as you moved Sam leapt off his feet to be by your side. He knelt on the floor beside you and gently picked up your hand and placed a kiss on it.
“How are you feeling?” He asked. You tried to answer, but your throat was still raw. He took your water bottle and opened it, you sat up in your seat as he handed it to you. You slugged it down and finished it off in one, and took a deep breath before attempting to speak again.
“Thank you so much for finding me, Sam. What was that?”
“That was a wendigo. You’ve been gone for a week. But you’re back now and that’s what matters” Sam got up on to the couch next to you and pulled you in to him. You felt horrible but having him next to you was a great comfort. You snuggled in to him, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest. You listened to his heart beat as it settled down with you. You must have fallen asleep again, but you were woken by bickering in the kitchen a little while later.
“She’s a liability! She makes you weak and she can’t fight, she’s not a hunter and if you really loved her then you wouldn’t bring her into this life.”
“Keep your voice down” Sam snarled. “I do love her which is why I can’t leave her, Dean. I’ve already endangered her, she’s safer with me looking out for her.”
“You’re going to have to make a choice.” Dean stated before storming out and slamming the cabin door behind him. You got up from the couch, stronger now after all the rest. You quietly walked over to Sam who was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded with his head bowed.
“Hey” you said softly, gently rubbing his arms. He picked his head up and instinctively went to grab you as if you were a delicate china doll about to fall off the shelf. His gaze met yours and his eyes were shining, every ounce of him holding in the tears that were bursting against the dam walls.
“I’m ok.” You reassured him. “I heard Dean.” Sam was about to speak but you interrupted.
“I’m going to leave” you announced.
“Don’t” he spat, tears escaping as soon as he spoke. You reached up to his face and wiped them away. He placed his arms around your waist and your body’s were pressed together.
“I love you. So much. But I can’t come between you and your brother” you started to cry too.
“We can work something out, please.”
“I want nothing more than to be with you. But I know how much family and Dean mean to you. I can’t let you make this decision so I’ll make it instead. I’ll be ok.”
You placed your head on his chest as he embraced you in a hug, his head was on top of yours and you could feel the wetness from his tears in your hair. He took a deep breath, kissed your head before straightening up. You guided his lips to yours and placed a light kiss, a reassurance to Sam that this was all going to be ok. Not that it actually was.
You decided to go pack your stuff away, you were putting things in your bags when you noticed the present you had brought for Sam. The one you never got the chance to give to him. You opened up the box and admired the gift, contemplating whether or not you should still give it to him. You put it at the top of your bag, in case you decided you’d need it.
You brought everything to the door. Sam was speaking to his brother who had returned in the other room. You couldn’t believe this was happening, finding Sam was like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He was gorgeous, so kind, thoughtful, funny, caring, basically just everything you ever wanted in a man. In fact, hes everything everyonewants in a man. But there’s always a catch. In this case, the catch was that he had a brother that could rise from the dead.
Sam emerged from the other room and closed the door behind him. He walked over to you and with your hand he pulled you off the arm of the sofa that you were leaning against. You fell into his chest and started to cry. He apologised more times than you could count. After a moment he sat you back and wiped your tears, before telling you it was time to go. He loaded all your bags into the impala, and you drove off back to your old house that you’d hadn’t been in for a while. The journey was over 2 hours, it was sad at the start, nobody wanted to speak because the situation that was hanging over you was repressing everything, it was a thick foggy cloud of smoke that no one could breather through. That was until you stopped for gas, and before taking off Sam stalled the impala, making you both laugh a little, and cleared the air.
You arrived at your house and it was 12am. After dumping your bags at the front door, you plonked down on the sofa with Sam following. He loosely draped his arm over you shoulder, and you sank into him from instinct. It felt like you were just coming back home after a trip, but that wasn’t the case. You had to keep reminding yourself that this wonderful man who you wanted to spend your life with is about to become an ex. And you feel it in your chest like a knife stabbing you every time you’re reminded. You told Sam that he can’t drive back at this hour, when you expected him to insist that he leave he actually told you he wanted to look after you for a few days.
“Won’t that just make everything harder?” You asked. You knew it would. But the thought of getting a few more days with the love of your life was everything.
“Yes. But you’ve just been in a Windego cave for a week, you’re weak and I can not let you stay by yourself, especially when it was my fault it happened.” Sam shook his head in disappointment with himself.
“It’s not your fault. Look, if I was up in the woods with my plumber boyfriend or bank teller boyfriend, I would’ve died. The fact that you are a hunter is why i’m still here.” You reassured him with a gentle kiss on his cheek. His eyes caught yours, and you lingered for a moment, when he reached his hand up to your face and pulled your lips into a kiss. He sunk down in the sofa and guided your body on top of his, your lips not coming apart once. One hand was tracing your body while the other was pressed against your back, trying to keep your body as close to his as possible. He gently moved you back up, and followed your movements so you were both sitting up, he ripped the shirt off over your head and starting sucking on your neck. You leaned into him, hands buried in his hair when he paused.
“Are you sure?” Sam asked, worried about your health and if you were strong enough.
“What better way to say goodbye.” You pushed him back down on the sofa with a smirk and ripped his shirt open, placing sloppy kisses all the way down to his pants.
A few days had passed, you were feeling good, which was a blessing and a curse. Sam was getting ready to head back to his brother. Dean had thought Sam had changed his mind and chose you, but when Sam phoned him to say he was coming home today Dean made it clear he wanted him home quick, especially because he had his car.
He was standing at the door, bags at his feet and the saddest smile painted on his face, he was trying to stay positive but you could see right through him. You buried yourself in his arms, one last time. Drank in his smell, memorised the sound of his heartbeat, just took him in. You remembered about his present, and had decided even though circumstances had changed, you wanted him to know how you felt about him. You broke the hug to grab the box, which was still sitting in at the top of your bag that hadn’t been unpacked.
“Sam, I know this doesn’t mean anything now, but I wanted you to have it anyway. Open it when you get back to the cabin.” You placed the box in his hand.
“I hope its better than the bracelet I got you, it seems to have done the exact opposite of what it said on the tin” He laughed. You walked him to his car, cried a lot, kissed a lot and hugged a lot. But then he was gone. After watching the impala drive off into the sunset with the man you loved, you went into the house.
2 hours later, Sam had landed at the cabin. He stormed straight past Dean and into the bedroom. He lay on the bed, and pulled out the box you handed him that he was itching to look at the whole ride home. He opens it, it’s a plain silver band. He takes it out of the box when he notices an engraving. Squinting, he brings it closer to look at it. He reads it aloud.
Sam fluff after in season 7 him and dean leave eachtoher after he finds out about amy.
This is a bit of a shorter one. :)
The impala growled outside the motel room, you opened the door to greet the two boys who had been gone on a hunt for a few days. The car door creaked open and a moody Dean got out of the driver side, but no Sam.
“Where is he?” You asked, worried about the whereabouts of your boyfriend.
“He left y/n. I don’t know where he is. He told me to leave him there so I did. Speak to him about it, i’m going to get a drink.” Dean pushed passed into the room and you stepped outside and closed the door. You phoned Sam up to ask what happened.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to find a place to stay before I phoned. If you want to come over I can explain everything. I’m only 2 towns over in Bailey’s Motel, room 44.” He informed.
“Of course. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” You looked around and stole the nearest car. Well, borrowed. You’d bring it back. You sped down the roads and made it to Sam in 20 minutes. You banged on his motel room door, going out of your mind wonder what had happened for the brothers to fall out like this.
He opened the motel room door and just looked at you, his cheeks were red and his eyes were sad.
“He killed Amy.” He blurted out, and lost the hold of his emotions breaking down on your shoulder in the door way of the motel.
After a moment you guided him to the bed and sat down. How could Dean have done this? He lied to us and told us he let her go. Amy meant a lot to Sam, and so does Dean’s honesty. It wasn’t shocking how he has responded.
“I’m so sorry. it’s ok” You soothed Sam, he sat up and tried to apologise for getting upset but you sushed him again. You both sat back on the bed a bit after he composed himself, legs crossed in front of you and facing each other. Your hands held Sams as he blabbed about feeling silly for crying.
“No, you’re being silly NOW for thinking you were just being silly. You lost a friend, your brother betrayed you. You’re going to feel bad. It’s ok Sammy.” You tried to send a comforting smile his way. He pulled you towards him, so his back was against the head board and your back was against his chest. His strong arms held you so tightly as he talked to you, his breath on your head and the heat from his reddened face so present.
“Sometimes I can’t understand that man. He claims I come first, before everything, hes got my back and all the rest.. then he goes and does this.” Sam sighed. He squeezed you a bit tighter, almost using your body as a teddy bear. You traced your fingers up and down his forearm that was around your waist.
“You do come first with him. I’m pissed too Sam but he loves you more than anything. And I know you want to punish him, and don’t want to see him right now. But knowing your brother, hes already punishing himself for this 10x more than either of us could.”
He didn’t answer you, he just pulled you around to face him. He starred into your eyes as if he were looking for something. He shook his head and scoffed with a smile.
“What?” you asked, feeling a bit self conscious.
“You are amazing. I just love you, y/n” He smiled at you, cupping your face to bring his lips to your forehead. You cuddled back into him resting your head on his toned chest, listening to his heart beat that had finally settled down. He had his arm around you and the other on your leg that was laid against his. You didn’t move for a while, and neither of you fell asleep. Just enjoyed the moment.
“How’d I get so lucky?” He asked
“I ask myself the same thing everyday” You answered, reaching your face up and gently pressing your lips to his.
“It’ll be nice to have a bit of alone time for a while anyway, just me and you.” Sam smiled, His face beaming with thoughts and ideas already of what you two can get up to together.
“What can we do?” You asked with a smirk.
“Oh.. I had one thing on my mind for right now” He said before flipping you onto your back, leaning over you, pressing his lower body against yours, before smashing his lips into yours.
You are the girl Sam lives with between s7 and 8 and you are happy together until Dean shows up and forces you to leave.
I Really like this prompt. Hope you enjoy the story.
Sam peeled his tacky body off yours, panting in unison with you. Beads of sweat lay between his pecks and he gently rolled himself off of you and the couch on the floor, landing with a thud and a small chuckle to follow. You gathered your breath and brushed the clammy hairs off of your face, fixing you bra back in to the proper place and sitting up on the couch. You looked down at Sam who was laid on the rug, his forearm laid over his brow as a quiet smile played at his lips. You slid down the couch on to the floor next to him, he sat up and moved over beside you, both of your backs against the sofa. His arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders as he rested his head on top of yours.
“I’m so glad you brought me up to this cabin it’s been so much fun, just me and you, no distractions” your face beamed as you spoke, helplessly in love with this man and never been happier.
“Yeah, I’ve not been up here since.. Dean.” He paused for a moment, his brothers name always got stuck in his throat, almost too painful to say it.
“But it’s been amazing y/n. I didn’t know I could be this happy again.” He pressed a kiss to your head. He broke up the moment by standing up to dress himself, you followed suit. Throwing your bottoms on and staying in your bra, the heat in the room keeping you warm. Sam mirroring your decision and deciding to sport only his jeans.
He walked over to you and picked you up off your feet, you swung your legs around his waist as he carried you to his destination. He landed in the bedroom and dropped you on to the bed as he jumped down beside you and placing a sloppy wet kiss on your lips before getting back up to rummage through his bag.
“I got you something” he said excitedly as he dug through his duffel bag, in between his guns, shirts and books.
A small jewellery box was in the palm of his hand, as he clenched his fingers around it and walked over on his knees to you.
“This is an amulet bracelet” he explained as he opened up the box. A gorgeous fine silver bracelet lay in the case, with various colours and styles of small charms around it. Your eyes lit up as he took it and draped it over your wrist, fitting you perfectly.
“It is supposed to ward of bad spirits and energy and invite in the good.” He furthered his explanation. You cupped his face in your hands and brushed your lips on his lightly as you whispered you got him something too.
“Wait here it’s in my purse”
You left the bedroom and walked towards the living room you were about to bed over to grab your purse when the door bust open. You screamed at the man who had just booted the door open, who was drenched head to toe in blood, guts, goo and everything rotten.
“Who the hell are you!!??” He yelled at you, raising a gun in your direction. Sam heard the commotion and came charging through the halls with his gun, holding it up to the man, but only for a brief moment as they lowered them together.
“Sammy” the man cried as he charged over to your boyfriend and pulled him down into a hug. They stood there for about 40 seconds just latching on to each other before Sam stood up and walked towards you. His perfect body was now doused in whatever crap the man was covered in. He placed one hand loosely on your hip and as other motioned towards the man.
“Y/N this is Dean.” He introduced.
Your mouth bobbed up and down as your head flickered between Dean and Sam.
“Y-your brother?” You asked in disbelief. Sam had told you his brother died, although he did look like he had just climbed out of a grave.
“Nice to meet you. But if you don’t mind my brother and I have a lot of catching up to do.. so…” he motioned towards the door.
“Oh… yeah.. sorry I guess? I’ll go for a walk or something” you suggested, grabbing your t shirt that was laid across the couch and plunging it over your head to cover yourself up.
“Look lady, I’m sure you’re nice, but you’re going to have to leave. Like go home” He stayed firmly.
“Dean, she’s kind of living here at the minute, with me.” Sam confessed
“You a hunter?” Dean asked you. No you weren’t. You knew Sam was, that’s actually how you met. He was passing through town just driving anywhere and nowhere, and you both landed in the same bar. You had tried to escape the craziness in your home, where books and tables and shelves were being thrown around the room. Trying to avoid sounding mad you played it off as a joke to Sam, until he told you he could fix it. And he did. He stayed in your town for a while just to be near you, however he had quit hunting. It wasn’t the same for him to hunt without Dean.
“No” you shook your head at Dean.
“So you’re in here all cosy up with my baby brother…” he started scolding you then turned his attention to Sam.
“You know where I’ve been? Purgatory! The resting place of all things evil. I haven’t slept, haven’t eaten, haven’t done anything but kill for an entire year.. all this time you’re getting cosy with some whore?” He yelled at his baby brother, Sam opened his mouth to defend you before Dean cut him off again.
“How long did you even look? A few weeks?”
There was a long pause, the tension could be cut with a knife. A layer of tears glazed over Sam’s eyes as he looked up to the ceiling to avoid his brothers stare.
“You didn’t..” he laughed out of pure shock.
“You! Get the hell out of this cabin right now or I swear to god! I need to speak to my brother” Dean screamed at you raising his gun back up towards you and motioning towards to door with it. You grabbed your coat and ran out the door, leaving it wide open and running straight into the woods. Tears blurred your vision as you gently jogged away from the cabin, heading god knows where. You had to be as far away from that horrible man as possible. How could Sam be so sweet and his brother be so terrifying.
Your boots snapped branches and scuffled through leaves as you got to the heart of the woods. You squatted down for a moment to catch your breath when you heard twigs snapping behind you. The steps were slow and steady, heaving breathing followed them as your body started to tense up. Please be Sam. You spun around slowly, ready to face whatever was next to you, as you saw it your face dropped, and before you could run you were in its grasp, taken away into the night.
Sam: I can’t believe you’re not gonna go out for Valentine’s Day. Dean: Well, you know what they say. Roses are red, violets are blue– Sam: Please don’t say it. Dean: *holds up bottle* Whiskey is cheaper than dinner for two. Sam: *facepalms* Sam: You’re unbelievable.
Summary: One year later, Dean’s got some big, big plans.
Pairing: Cowboy!Dean x Reader
Warnings: none I can think of
Word Count: ~2,500?
A/N: I can’t promise it’s any good, friends, but here it is! It’s been awhile, so I’m a little rusty! Hope you enjoy. You guys can thank Chris Lane and his song Big, Big Plans for kickstarting my brain. Because wow, it needed it.
Setting out on a new path is always tenuous, and you arrive at Singer Performance Horses with more than a little uncertainty about your new job as an apprentice. But when you receive a less-than-warm welcome from the head trainer, things seem insurmountably difficult. Can you prove your worth and establish a place for yourself? Or will you pack up and head home empty-handed?
Part 1: Coming Soon!
If you’d like to know more about the setting for this series, I’d recommend watching “Down the Fence” on Netflix. It will give you insight into the world of reining cow horses as well as some incredible horsemen and horsewomen - aka real life cowboys.
