Maybe it’s best that the show is ending. No point in running the story further into the ground with more seasons. Probably best to just remember the good times.
The reader is terrified of thunderstorms and finds herself stuck home alone.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 718
Warnings: none ! mention of a knife but do you need a warning for that, dean is really just a thoughtful son of a bitch and i need someone like him in my life
A/N:I KNOW IVE BEEN GONE im sorry but im trying to get back on my writing bullshit and here i am pls enjoy this little tiny itty bitty drabble that i conjured out of thin air in the library instead of reading for my philosophy class <3
Lightning flashed, casting eerie shadows across your bedroom. You shuddered as thunder shook the house, pulling your covers closer to your trembling body.
“Calm down, Y/N. It’s just a storm,” you berated yourself. “You’ve killed demons and ghosts, but you can’t handle a little bit of thunder?” You wanted to laugh, but you couldn’t, because it was true. You were terrified.
You were sure it stemmed from some traumatic event from your childhood that your mind had oh-so-conveniently blocked out over the years, but unfortunately, that didn’t stop you from almost crying out in fear with every roar of thunder. Usually, this wasn’t a problem because you were with the Winchester brothers, but you had sprained your ankle running through the woods during the last hunt, and you were currently sidelined, patiently waiting for them to return from their simple salt and burn over in the next state.
Dean had called earlier, informing you that they had finished and were going to wait out the storm before returning. Too embarrassed to ask him to drive back immediately so you wouldn’t be alone with the thunder, you gave him a shaky, “Okay,” and wished them a good night. But that was over four hours ago, and now it was nearly two o’clock and you desperately wished for a strong, comforting Winchester to cuddle with— Sam or Dean, either would work just fine.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, humming Metallica— a coping mechanism Dean had taught you years before— with no avail. You longed for the night to pass quickly, but it was clear that you would spend the rest of the night anxiously waiting for the next lightning strike followed by rumbling thunder.
You squeezed your eyes shut the next time it happened, giving into the urge to dive fully under the thick blankets. Your heartbeat had just begun to slow when your stomach dropped when the corner of your bed dipped. You froze, slowly sliding your hand to grip the dagger underneath your pillow. When something clasped around your ankle, you popped out from under the blanket, slicing your blade through the air towards the direction of your attacker. You would’ve met your mark too, if it weren’t for the warm hand that grabbed your wrist, deflecting your attack.
“Woah there sweetheart. You could take someone’s eye out,” Dean exclaimed, and your body shook from the adrenaline, fear, and growing fury.
“Dean! You scared the shit out of me! What the hell were you doing?” You placed your knife on the table next to your bed, flicking the lamp on before harshly smacking the man with a pillow.
“A simple ‘thank you’ would’ve sufficed,” he grumbled.
“Thank you?” You asked, incredulously. “Thank you for what? Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night, or ominously grabbing my ankle?” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“I thought you would’ve been happy to have some company, but I didn’t know if you were sleeping or not,” he said, his eyes lowering, and you softened at his words.
“Thank you for being here, but you should’ve known I was going to come at you with a knife. Youwere the one who taught me how to do that in the first place,” you recalled, and he rolled his eyes.
“I didn’t drive all this way to be abused and lectured.” He gave you a look. You sighed, and then had a startling realization that he was here. Dean was here.
“Why are you here? I thought you guys were spending the night in Nebraska,” you questioned.
“I didn’t feel right,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck in a way that you knew signaled his nervousness. “You hate thunderstorms and we were just going to leave you here alone?” The back of your throat tightened and you rapidly blinked away tears that quickly formed.
“You drove all that way,” you swallowed thickly, “for me?” He nodded solemnly, and your heart burst at the thought of him being worried to the point where he drove back in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm. You threw your arms around him, pulling him tightly against you.
“Thank you,” you whispered into the crook of his neck, and he squeezed you.
Idea for an alternate Supernatural ending (that’s doable with quarantine)
If we must keep the nail then ok Dean is dying but then Jack hears their prayers. He could heal him but he brings back Cas to do it instead. He stands in the barn and smiles as Cas goes over, Sam steps back with those big eyes and Cas heals Dean, who wakes up and does that ‘Cas’ in the voice break and everyone is emotional but it’s good.
Jack goes back with them to the bunker for beer and they talk about stuff for a while and while going to the kitchen to get a refill Cas goes to Dean to talk about what he said before the empty took him and we finally get our heart to heart closure while Jack and Sam are being an adorable father son combo.
Jack explains that although he brought Dean and Cas back, he really shouldn’t keep resurrecting them because he wants to respect the balance of the universe and make sure things don’t get out of control again. They agree to take it easier and not be so reckless.
We can have a bit of a time jump here, Sam is with Eileen because of course and Dean is with Cas because with all the buildup and action codes and semiotics over the past season there’s not really any other way to go. If you really don’t want to show anything, at least have them wearing each others’ jackets and maybe even Cas wearing Dean’s amulet (yes we can get it back Jack is God ok)
They’re training new hunters using their bunker as a base, Sam in charge because he was a great leader with the hunters from apocalypse world and Dean giving advice and being the guy hunters go to when they’re freaking out or having nightmares or whatever. The new gen hunters can include the wayward sisters and the leftovers from apocalypse world who had settled elsewhere, plus maybe some of Jack’s friends. In short, Sam and Dean are basically the new Bobbys. Cas doesn’t let Dean go out on jobs so much, especially not without him because boi is too reckless and is supposed to be retired
If actors can’t get there because of covid, have them phoning in a la Bobby’s setup and the boys running point from computers- maybe Sam running a mission while Dean gives a young hunter a pep talk (encouraging like he wished his dad had been) and Cas sees from a doorway and smiles like yep that my boi
Cas of course also patches up the injuries but Sam teaches first aid too
If we must do a big timeskip to them being old (and 'farting sawdust’), the couples are still together and things are running smoothly without the boys in charge. They raised their own Sams and Deans and Jos and Eileens and they grew up great…they grew up heroes
If Eileen can’t be there because of covid, Sam can video call her, or you can show their child using sign language
If Cas can’t be there because covid he can be on the phone to Dean, and we can have some callbacks to their previous awkward calls when Cas was still learning to use a phone
The dog is still there because this ain’t his fault
If you insist on then also having them die, when they get to heaven they meet Bobby- their real dad. He hugs them and says that everyone is waiting for them. They ask “who?” (at the same time of course) and Bobby opens a door and gestures for them to go in. There’s a warm light, music, and you can hear the voices of people laughing and talking- totally doable from remotely just record the voices. The voices include: Kevin, Adam, Mary, Ash, Ellen, Jo, Gabriel, Jessica, Charlie and pretty much anyone who’s ever meant anything to them. Not only is it great closure for the fans but it’s a lovely sendoff and a thank you to all the many wonderful cast members from over the years who made this show special.
Start ID. A pencil drawing of a bust of Kevin Tran from Supernatural. He wears a slightly annoyed expression, and has a scruffy mustache and scant hairs on his jaw. Framing his head is a golden spiked halo. End ID.
[ID: 5 panel supernatural comic. 1. Sam and Eileen in the foreground; Sam is grinning confidently and saying “I got this” while signing “can do”. Eileen smiles and signs “good luck” in response. In the background, there is a man in a ball cap and chin beard sitting on the hood of his car signing “werewolf” to a policewoman who is taking notes. 2. The cop has left and Sam turns and walks toward the man, lifting a hand to get his attention. Eileen smiles and watches him go. 3. Eileen continues to watch as Sam signs “what happened” to the witness and gets a series of rapid signs in response including “werewolf,” “heart,” and “murder.” 4. Eileen frowns in confusion as Sam suddenly turns and jogs back to her, looking nervous and harried. The witness is staring after him in irritation, hands paused mid-sign. 5. Sam reaches Eileen and embarrassedly admits, “I don’t got this. I think he’s from New York,” while signing “new york.” Eileen snorts into her hand. /end ID]
Local man loses all understanding of language when provided at 1.5x speed
