When Worlds Collide

Requests: @wayward-sociopath-in-the-tardis asked: ‘Can you do some kind of SuperWhoLock fic set in the near future with something about the eclipse? I know it’s not very specific, but that sounds kinda cool.’

Warnings: Slight self harm but otherwise none 

Word Count: 2700ish words I got carried away

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, the Doctor (12), Bill Potts, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Moriarty (mentioned)

A/N: Thank you for the request! Writing superwholock was a hell of a ride and I’m so sorry that it took so long writer’s block ugh and I hope you like this one! Thank you again ❤️

“Dean! Slow down dude.” Sam’s hand reached the roof of the Impala as he steadied himself. “You’re going way too fast.”

“There’s no way I’m going to miss this eclipse Sam!”

“Dean… Sam is right. You’ve got to slow down a little or we’re going to face uncomfortable death.” Cas spoke up from the backseat and Sam sent the angel a grateful look.

“Alright fine,” Dean grumbled, giving in. “But we’re not stopping for anything on the way. Not even for a pee break.”

Cas just shrugged. “I don’t urinate.”

Sam shot Dean a glare and Dean grinned at his younger brother. “Mexico, here we come.”

“And did you see his face when you pulled out the reactor at the last minute?” Bill Potts chuckled. “He looked absolutely flabbergasted.”

“That’s such a weird word. Flabbergasted. Wonder which idiot came up with it.” The Doctor was not-so-secretly pleased with Bill’s enthusiasm and awe. “You’ve been travelling with me for over a month now and you’re still not used to it, Bill?”

“I don’t think I ever will be Doctor.” Bill smiled up at the Time Lord whom she had come to admire.

He returned her smile. “So where to next?”

“Well I was thinking -“

“Oh how about a trip to Pluto? The people over there are amazing, Bill! You’ll love them,” the Doctor said before she could finish her sentence. “Or maybe we could go to another solar system. How does that sound?”

The Doctor rushed around the TARDIS, hitting certain consoles and brushing past the others.

“Actually Doctor…” Bill came over and stood next to the Doctor. “I was wondering if we could watch the solar eclipse today.”

The Doctor paused and raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Bill. “Why would you want to look at a boring eclipse?”

“I really want to watch the eclipse and I’ve never seen one before.”

The Doctor  gave in to Bill’s pleading glances.

“Fine. But we have to get to Mexico if we want the full experience.”

Bill gripped the railings as the Doctor pulled down on the TARDIS’ consoles and the blue box shuddered as it made it’s way across space.

John Watson tapped his finger against his knee as he looked at Sherlock who occupied himself with looking outside the window of the aeroplane.

“Sherlock?”

“Hmm?” Sherlock didn’t shift his eyes from the window.

“Why are you so adamant about seeing the eclipse?”

That morning, John had been shaken awake by Sherlock rather early. Sherlock didn’t say much. All that he asked of John was for him to pack his bags as they were going to Mexico. When John asked why, Sherlock simply replied that it was to ‘see the eclipse of course’ and he refused to say anything else. John hadn’t protested nor pestered Sherlock… until now.

“Here.” Sherlock handed him an envelope.

“What’s this?”

“It’s from Moriarty.”

Sherlock’s face remained expressionless as John proceeded to read the envelope.

“How is it that Moriarty is still able to reach out even after his death? I thought that we had heard the last from him after what happened with Eurus.

“I don’t know how he does it, John,” Sherlock said, pursing his lips. “But for some reason, he wants us to go watch the eclipse when it’s at the highest during noon time.”

“And that is in Mexico?” John raised an eyebrow at the detective who nodded. “None of this makes any sense, Sherlock.”

Sherlock said nothing.

With the Impala going at a steady pace, Dean was sure that he could have reached Mexico soon. But the two hitchhikers they picked on the way caused some trouble at the Mexico borders. Well until the old man showed a card to the border guards who took one look at it and immediately apologised for the inconvenience.

“Who are you guys?” Dean looked at the old man and the twenty-something girl in his rearview mirror as the car went along the bumpy road.

“Ah just travellers,” the older man spoke up with a slight chuckle.

“He’s the Doctor and you can call me Bill.” The girl rolled her eyes at the ‘Doctor’ and offered Dean a friendly smile.

“Doctor? Doctor what?” Sam turned behind to address the old man.

The Doctor just chuckled. “Well that’s the question, isn’t it.”

Dean had found the two by the side of the road and they had asked for a ride and Dean had obliged. They were all going to watch the eclipse along the same direction so it wasn’t going to be a problem.

“Just admit it Doctor. You didn’t land us 50 miles from Mexico on purpose.” Bill was arguing with the Doctor who was looking at Cas in a weird and amused way.

“Everything happens for a reason Bill.” The Doctor shifted his gaze to Bill, his Scottish accent ringing clear.

This was either going to be an interesting road trip or the most annoying one.

“Why is there no one here?” John looked around the empty field that they were standing in.

Their aeroplane had landed early and he and Sherlock had reached with enough time to spare.

“I wanted to get away from all the people. We don’t know what Moriarty might be up to or where he would strike. So the smartest thing to do is observe from the distance.”

Sherlock fiddled with his scarf. No matter how nonchalant Sherlock sounded, John knew that he was nervous. But before he could say anything on the matter, the deep rumbling of a car distracted the two of them. John looked up to see a black Impala come to a rest a couple of feet away from them and six people got out of the car.

Sherlock quickly strode over to the man who had gotten out of the driver street.

“I’m sorry but you aren’t allowed to be here,” Sherlock said as he flashed a badge.

John rolled his eyes as he realised that he must have picked Greg’s pocket again. He made his way over and stood next to Sherlock.

“Well that’s too bad. We’re FBI agents.” The two taller boys flashed their badges and John looked at Sherlock with an uneasy look.

Sherlock’s eyes took in the scene before him. The man who had showed him the badge was obviously not FBI and neither was his brother - the tall one. They had an unprofessional air about them and the badges were obviously fake. The man in the trenchcoat didn’t say much but regarded Sherlock with a slight frown. The other two - an aged man and a woman of over twenty five years - were just looking around the fields and talking to each other in hushed tones. They looked like travellers, Sherlock observed.

“Your badge is fake,” Sherlock smirked at the green eyed man.

“And yours says ‘Scotland Yard’,” the other man retorted without missing a single beat.

Sherlock smiled. Maybe this man was smarter than what he gave him credit for.

“Boys, boys,” the older man came forward. “What seems to be the problem here?”

If Sherlock had to guess, he would say that he was Scottish.

“This is a restricted area. No one is allowed to come here.” Sherlock pocketed his badge. It wasn’t going to do him any more good.

“Ah well…” the older man started and looked at the woman next to him. “I’m the Doctor and this is Billy and we’re special personnel.”

The man held up a blank sheet of paper.

“The paper is blank.” Sherlock said, confused, at the same time John had muttered, “You’re the British Special Forces?”

Sherlock’s confusion deepened as he looked at John. “The paper’s blank John.”

“Um no Sherlock,” John said, frowning. “It clearly says ‘British Special Forces’.”

“Interesting.” The Doctor smiled a knowing smile at Sherlock before he clamped his ID shut.

“Who are you?” Sherlock asked him. “Tell me the truth.”

“I’m a Time Lord,” the Doctor grinned. “From the planet Gallifrey.”

Demons, spirits and wendigos… Dean could handle those. But now there were aliens too? Dean had almost called bullshit when the Doctor introduced himself as an alien. Sam and Dean had exchanged unbelieving glances but Cas had simply stated that the Doctor was not of this planet and that he was not lying. The Doctor also seemed to know that Cas was an angel and had even seemed pleased to finally meet a ‘friendly’ angel. Dean had no idea what that meant.

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson needed to take more time to digest everything. Sherlock had been adamant that they were all lying, that Dean Winchester and his brother could not be hunters, that Castiel was in no way an angel.

‘Angels, monsters and aliens don’t exist.’

In the end, Sherlock had grudgingly come to accept things the way they were but still refused to talk to any of them. Great. What started as an exciting day and a day to break from the weird life turned out to be Dean’s weirdest day.

The only one who seemed cheerful during this ordeal was the Doctor and his ‘companion’, Bill Potts.

“Get ready! The eclipse is near.”

At the Doctor’s words, Dean slipped on his glasses and the rest of them did the same - except for the Doctor who put on some unusual shades which made a weird sonic sound.

Despite himself, Dean was excited as he shifted his gaze to the skies. The moon was nearing and the whole place turned darker, slowly.

Suddenly a bright light lit up and Dean shielded his eyes from the sudden brightness. A tear in space had opened up a couple of feet from him. It was the same tear which had been present the night Jack, the nephilim, was born.

“What do we have here?”

The Doctor grinned as he stared at the rip in fabric. Things were starting to get interesting.

“How is this here? Who opened it?” The taller Winchester brother - Sam Winchester - spoke up.

“You’ve seen an inter-dimensional rip before?”

“Yes,” the angel with the gruff voice spoke up. “It appeared when the spawn of Lucifer, Jack, was born.”

“You named the spawn of Lucifer Jack?” Bill sounded incredulous and Cas stared at her in confusion.

“It’s - It’s a long story,” Dean muttered as he looked at John Watson who had paled significantly and gotten more baffled at the mention of Lucifer.

“You mean Lucifer as in the Devil?” John Watson let out a humourless laugh and no one said anything. At that precise moment, the rip pulsed with light and a creature made its way out.

“It’s a demon,” Sam yelled. “Look out!”

“It’s not a demon!” The Doctor yelled as he pulled himself and Bill to cover. “That’s just the name humans came up with but they’re actually called -“

The Doctor paused as Bill glared at him.

“Let’s definitely go with demons.” The Doctor rubbed his hands together as the demon walked towards Sherlock who was staring at the creature in fascination and disbelief.

“Sherlock get back!” Sam yelled out and the demon went out in a blinding light as Dean shot at it.

“We’re lucky that we have some angel killing bullets left over from last time,” Dean grumbled and handed a gun to the Doctor.

“Ah no,” the Doctor raised his hands in front of him. “I don’t do weapons.”

Dean just shrugged. “Fine suit yourself. But be prepared for more of those sons of bitches.”

“We need to close the gateway,” Sherlock said, speaking up for the first time.

“Won’t the rip close automatically when the eclipse has passed?” Bill asked the Doctor.

No sooner had she finished speaking, more demons appeared and Sam, Dean and Cas tried to keep them at bay.

“Just the opposite actually,” said the Doctor. “Once the eclipse passes, it will be impossible to close the rip.”

“Doc you’ve got to close that thing before more demons come in. We won’t be able to handle a whole lot of them.” Dean’s voice was strained as he took on two demons at the same time with a long silver blade.

“Closing it won’t take much time. All I’ve got to do is reverse the polarity.” The Doctor tapped his sonic glasses and grinned.

“But given the magnitude of the eclipse, you’ll need more power to reverse the polarity,” Sherlock spoke up, for the first time in a long while.

“That’s where the problem lies,” the Doctor agreed.

“Well… think of something fast!” Sam yelled as he strained against a demon who had managed to hold onto him.

“Castiel?” The Doctor addressed the angel. “I’ll need a bit of your grace.”

“What do you need his grace for?” Dean asked the Doctor with annoyance.

“Don’t worry. I just need a little. I won’t harm your boyfriend.” The Doctor assured him.

“He’s not my - ”

“Take it.” Castiel spoke up, interrupting Dean. “How much do you need?”

“Very little. I just need enough to - ”

“Send into the other world.” Sherlock had finished for him.

The Doctor was mildly impressed and annoyed. “Yes. Yes. If we send something of high power from this world into that, then the balance will be disrupted and the other world will be weaker.”

Castiel nodded and lifted the blade to his throat and cut enough for very little grace to leak out. He caught it in a small vial and handed it to the Doctor. Meanwhile, Bill and Dr, Watson were helping the Winchesters with the demons. The Doctor was worried for Bill, but he knew that she would be able to take care of herself.

“All right let’s do this.”

Together the Doctor and Sherlock walked over to the rip and they tipped the contents of the vial into it just as more demons tried to make their way out. Suddenly, the rip pulsed brighter and started flickering. It was working.

Quickly, the Doctor adjusted the settings on his sonic glasses and increased it’s frequency till it matched that of the portal. It took him hardly a couple of minutes to close the portal and they were on time too as the eclipse was over and the moon out of the path of the sun.

“Well that was fun.” The Doctor grinned.

Everyone around him cast him a disgruntled look but Dean was glad for his and Sherlock’s quick thinking. They wouldn’t be here if not for them.

“Alright then! Time to leave, Bill!” The Doctor looked at Bill who nodded.

“Goodbye boys. It was a pleasure working with all of you.” The Doctor shook all their hands.

“Will you show it to me?” Sherlock asked the Doctor. “Your time machine?”

“Perhaps one day Mr. Holmes.” The Doctor promised.

“It’ll help me learn more about Moriarty.” Sherlock’s voice was really quiet that Dean wasn’t sure he had heard him correctly.

“Wait… isn’t Moriarty the guy who stole all the Queen’s jewels and broke into basically all of London a couple of years ago?” Dean had heard about the serial killer. He had been all over the news. And so was his death…

John nodded. “Even after his death, he continues to play us like puppets on a string. He was the one who asked us to come here.”

“It may have been possible that he knew this would happen.” Sherlock grimaced. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Well I think that you humans are the craziest ones among all other creatures in this owners,” the Doctor said, with a slow shake of his head.

“I’ll agree with you there,” Dean muttered. Humans were the weirdest ones. And this Moriarty sounded like a piece of work.

“You two can come with us,” the Doctor said, indicating Sherlock and John. “You three are allowed to come too, of course.”

“Thank Doc, but hard pass.” Dean shook his head. “I’ve had enough for one day.”

“I’ve got to agree with my brother here.” Sam gave a small smile. “It’s been nice meeting all of you.”

“Maybe one day our paths will cross again,” Castiel said with a knowing smile.

“I don’t doubt it.” The Doctor grinned back.

“I’ll actually look forward to it.” Sherlock had a faint smile on his face. “You’ve opened my eyes to see the impossible. Now… shall we Doctor?”

“Goodbye boys.” The Doctor shook their hands one last time and Bill smiled up at all of them.

“Take care,” she said and followed the Doctor.

John gave them a small nod and raised his hands in farewell and fell into step with Bill - behind Sherlock and the Doctor.

Dean turned to his brother and his angel with a grin. “So who’s up for some burgers?”

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Tickles?

Requests: anon asked ‘Hi! I know you’re busy, but what do you think about writing a little Destiel when you have some spare time and all previous requests done? Cas don’t know what ticles are and when Dean finds out he tries to make him a giggling mess, just to discover that Cas is not, in fact, ticklish and is very confused about what on earth Dean tried to do with his fingers on his tummy.’

Warnings: Fluff 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 950ish words

A/N: Thanks for the request anon! Sorry that it took quite a while. I hope you like the fic and that I didn’t disappoint ❤️

“Aren’t you tired, Dean?”

Dean was splayed across the couch and his head rested on Cas’ lap. This gave Cas complete access to play with the strands of Dean’s hair.

“Not at all buddy,” Dean said, getting more comfortable in Cas’ lap. “I’m not ditching you on movie night.”

Dean had chosen an old romantic comedy for the night. Dean and Cas had this thing that they do - every Thursday night Dean would introduce his boyfriend to one of his favourite movies. Whenever he wasn’t too sleepy or tired, Sam would join them.

“Alright Dean,” Cas sighed. He knew that nothing would make Dean change his mind.

Cas continued to run his hand through Dean’s hair. Dean let out a small smile and, without taking his eyes from the screen, looped an arm across Cas’ waist.

Dean never let anyone, other than Cas, touch his hair. There was something about Cas’ touch that was both comforting and intimate at the same time.

Cas turned his attention back to the movie and soon got lost into the story. On the screen, the main character was being tickled by her girlfriend.

“Dean?”

“Yeah Cas?” Dean’s eyes which had been on the screen now focused at Cas.

Cas had to restrain from taking a sharp breath when Dean’s olive eyes met his own eyes. Cas loved the freckles sprayed across Dean’s nose and whenever the two were in close proximity, he couldn’t help but count them. But he never got to finish counting them as he was always interrupted.

“Cas?” Dean called again, but a faint blush tinted the hunter’s cheeks when he realised that Cas was trying to count his freckles again. 

“Dean why is Amy laughing when her girlfriend’s hurting her?” He asked, referring to the main character.

A brief look of confusion took over Dean’s face as he turned his face to the screen.

“Oh no Cas, Amy’s not being hurt,” Dean said with a small smile. “Karen is just tickling her to get her to laugh.”

“Tickling?” Cas asked with a frown and a small tilt of his head.

Dean got up from Cas’ lap and sat on the couch next to him so that he could easily face him.

“Cas… are you telling me that you haven’t heard of tickles?”

The angel just looked more confused. “I… um… no Dean. I haven’t.”

Dean’s face stretched into a huge grin with an evil glint in his eyes. Cas knew this look all too well.

“Dean what is-“

Cas never got to finish his sentence as Dean’s fingers attacked Cas’ sides. Dean had a smirk plastered on his face as his hands expertly moved across Cas’ waist and his stomach but the smile slowly faded when he realised that Cas was not affected by Dean’s attempts to tickle him. 

“What are you doing Dean?”

“I- I was trying to tickle you Cas,” Dean muttered sheepishly.

Cas could not help but smile at Dean’s flustered expression.

“Dean?”

“Yeah buddy?”

“Are you ticklish?”

Dean’s eyes widened in horror and he tried to move away from Cas. But the angel was too quick for the hunter and soon Dean found himself in Cas’ arms.

“Cas wait-“

But before Dean could finish, Cas’ hands found Dean’s waist and his fingers quickly copied what Dean’s had done. It didn’t take long for Dean to burst out laughing uncontrollably. Cas smirked as he realised how sensitive Dean was and continued to tickle him as Dean squirmed in Cas’ hold.  Dean was laughing so hard that tears had started to form in his eyes.

Cas paused. “Dean, am I hurting you?”

Dean wiped away the tears. “No Cas you’re not. But you can’t keep tickling me!” Dean’s voice was defiant.

“But I love watching you laugh, Dean.” Cas said with a small smile as he looked at Dean.

“You don’t need to tickle me to make me laugh Cas,” Dean pecked Cas’ nose. “Just be yourself.”

“You two are such saps.”

Both Cas and Dean turned around to see Sam looking down at them with amusement in his eyes. 


“Sammy! How long where you standing there?” Dean asked his younger brother as Cas blushed profusely.

Sam raised his hands in a mock surrender and grinned. “I just came down here to see what the God-awful wailing was. it sounded like someone was being murdered.”

“Oh that was Dean laughing,” Cas replied without missing a beat.

“Shut up Cas.” Dean’s ears burned red.

“Wait… Dean gets tickled?” Sam stared at Cas as though the angel just handed him a way to read the Angel Tablet without a prophet.

“Yes Sam, he does.” Castiel smiled.

Sam’s smile widened and Dean looked at his younger brother with horror. “Oh no Sam you don’t.”

“We’ll see about that.”

With that, Sam turned on his heel and made his way back to his room - but not before shooting a smirk in Dean’s direction.

“Great. I’m not going to hear the end of this, am I?” Dean sighed. 

“We’re probably going to start tickling you whenever we need you to do something Dean,” Cas said with a shrug.

“Oh great,” Dean muttered. “My brother and my boyfriend teaming up on me. That’s exactly what I need right now.”

“Are you being sarcastic Dean?”

“Yes buddy, I am. I’m going to go to bed now Cas. I’ll see ya in the morning.” Dean stretched and let out a loud yawn. T

“Dean wait.”

Cas suddenly pulled Dean by his shirt and planted a short but firm kiss on the hunter’s lips. As Cas moved away, Dean grabbed him by the front of his coat and connected their lips together once more. It took a while for the two boys to pull away and they were both out of breath. Cas cheeks were flushed red and Dean had an adorable grin plastered on his face. The latter winked at Cas which made the angel turn flush harder.

“For the record Cas, I’m definitely going to find your tickle spot.”

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Tickles?

Requests: anon asked ‘Hi! I know you’re busy, but what do you think about writing a little Destiel when you have some spare time and all previous requests done? Cas don’t know what ticles are and when Dean finds out he tries to make him a giggling mess, just to discover that Cas is not, in fact, ticklish and is very confused about what on earth Dean tried to do with his fingers on his tummy.’

Warnings: Fluff 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 950ish words

A/N: Thanks for the request anon! Sorry that it took quite a while. I hope you like the fic and that I didn’t disappoint ❤️

“Aren’t you tired, Dean?”

Dean was splayed across the couch and his head rested on Cas’ lap. This gave Cas complete access to play with the strands of Dean’s hair.

“Not at all buddy,” Dean said, getting more comfortable in Cas’ lap. “I’m not ditching you on movie night.”

Dean had chosen an old romantic comedy for the night. Dean and Cas had this thing that they do - every Thursday night Dean would introduce his boyfriend to one of his favourite movies. Whenever he wasn’t too sleepy or tired, Sam would join them.

“Alright Dean,” Cas sighed. He knew that nothing would make Dean change his mind.

Cas continued to run his hand through Dean’s hair. Dean let out a small smile and, without taking his eyes from the screen, looped an arm across Cas’ waist.

Dean never let anyone, other than Cas, touch his hair. There was something about Cas’ touch that was both comforting and intimate at the same time.

Cas turned his attention back to the movie and soon got lost into the story. On the screen, the main character was being tickled by her girlfriend.

“Dean?”

“Yeah Cas?” Dean’s eyes which had been on the screen now focused at Cas.

Cas had to restrain from taking a sharp breath when Dean’s olive eyes met his own eyes. Cas loved the freckles sprayed across Dean’s nose and whenever the two were in close proximity, he couldn’t help but count them. But he never got to finish counting them as he was always interrupted.

“Cas?” Dean called again, but a faint blush tinted the hunter’s cheeks when he realised that Cas was trying to count his freckles again. 

“Dean why is Amy laughing when her girlfriend’s hurting her?” He asked, referring to the main character.

A brief look of confusion took over Dean’s face as he turned his face to the screen.

“Oh no Cas, Amy’s not being hurt,” Dean said with a small smile. “Karen is just tickling her to get her to laugh.”

“Tickling?” Cas asked with a frown and a small tilt of his head.

Dean got up from Cas’ lap and sat on the couch next to him so that he could easily face him.

“Cas… are you telling me that you haven’t heard of tickles?”

The angel just looked more confused. “I… um… no Dean. I haven’t.”

Dean’s face stretched into a huge grin with an evil glint in his eyes. Cas knew this look all too well.

“Dean what is-“

Cas never got to finish his sentence as Dean’s fingers attacked Cas’ sides. Dean had a smirk plastered on his face as his hands expertly moved across Cas’ waist and his stomach but the smile slowly faded when he realised that Cas was not affected by Dean’s attempts to tickle him. 

“What are you doing Dean?”

“I- I was trying to tickle you Cas,” Dean muttered sheepishly.

Cas could not help but smile at Dean’s flustered expression.

“Dean?”

“Yeah buddy?”

“Are you ticklish?”

Dean’s eyes widened in horror and he tried to move away from Cas. But the angel was too quick for the hunter and soon Dean found himself in Cas’ arms.

“Cas wait-“

But before Dean could finish, Cas’ hands found Dean’s waist and his fingers quickly copied what Dean’s had done. It didn’t take long for Dean to burst out laughing uncontrollably. Cas smirked as he realised how sensitive Dean was and continued to tickle him as Dean squirmed in Cas’ hold.  Dean was laughing so hard that tears had started to form in his eyes.

Cas paused. “Dean, am I hurting you?”

Dean wiped away the tears. “No Cas you’re not. But you can’t keep tickling me!” Dean’s voice was defiant.

“But I love watching you laugh, Dean.” Cas said with a small smile as he looked at Dean.

“You don’t need to tickle me to make me laugh Cas,” Dean pecked Cas’ nose. “Just be yourself.”

“You two are such saps.”

Both Cas and Dean turned around to see Sam looking down at them with amusement in his eyes. 


“Sammy! How long where you standing there?” Dean asked his younger brother as Cas blushed profusely.

Sam raised his hands in a mock surrender and grinned. “I just came down here to see what the God-awful wailing was. it sounded like someone was being murdered.”

“Oh that was Dean laughing,” Cas replied without missing a beat.

“Shut up Cas.” Dean’s ears burned red.

“Wait… Dean gets tickled?” Sam stared at Cas as though the angel just handed him a way to read the Angel Tablet without a prophet.

“Yes Sam, he does.” Castiel smiled.

Sam’s smile widened and Dean looked at his younger brother with horror. “Oh no Sam you don’t.”

“We’ll see about that.”

With that, Sam turned on his heel and made his way back to his room - but not before shooting a smirk in Dean’s direction.

“Great. I’m not going to hear the end of this, am I?” Dean sighed. 

“We’re probably going to start tickling you whenever we need you to do something Dean,” Cas said with a shrug.

“Oh great,” Dean muttered. “My brother and my boyfriend teaming up on me. That’s exactly what I need right now.”

“Are you being sarcastic Dean?”

“Yes buddy, I am. I’m going to go to bed now Cas. I’ll see ya in the morning.” Dean stretched and let out a loud yawn. T

“Dean wait.”

Cas suddenly pulled Dean by his shirt and planted a short but firm kiss on the hunter’s lips. As Cas moved away, Dean grabbed him by the front of his coat and connected their lips together once more. It took a while for the two boys to pull away and they were both out of breath. Cas cheeks were flushed red and Dean had an adorable grin plastered on his face. The latter winked at Cas which made the angel turn flush harder.

“For the record Cas, I’m definitely going to find your tickle spot.”

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Superheroes Wear Flannel Too

Requests: @generally-fantastic-things asked ‘Do you think you could write a fic where Dean gets approached and recruited by SHIELD sometime before the start of the show?’

Warnings: Angst…I got carried away, drinking, death and spoilers for season 12

Word count: 1.5k

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Nick Fury, Jody Mills (mentioned), Donna (mentioned)

A/N: Thank you so much for the request Megan! I realise that you asked for Dean to be recruited at the start of the show, but my mind came up blank. So instead I wrote about him getting recruited at the end. I’m so sorry about that. Hope you like this one ❤️

((And if the response is good, I may write a part 2 where Dean meets up and trains with the Avengers! ))

”Hey Cas,” Dean called after Cas’ retreating figure. “How about we watch a movie tonight? Once we’re done with this case?”

Dean almost missed Cas’ smile as he turned back to answer him. “That sounds perfect, Dean. Let’s just finish this case. I still haven’t caught up with the Star Trek movies.”

“Alright buddy. Text me if you find anything.”

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Dean woke up with a jolt. His hair was plastered to his forehead and sweat coated his skin. The nightmares never stopped. They were the same. Always the same. The day of Cas’ death played in a loop in his head each time Dean went to sleep.

Cas’ death was not meant to happen. That was why Dean could never come to terms with it. It was on a Thursday morning and Dean had come across a case. Sam had called in sick and Dean and Cas decided to check it out. It was supposed to be a simple ‘salt and burn’. The case, of course, went smoothly, but what followed was anything but.

Dean shook his head and rubbed his eyes. He got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His dark circles were prominent and Dean was really tired, but he was afraid to go to sleep. He was afraid to relive the day that he had lost everything. 

Cas had been living as a human for the past three years. His grace bled out when Lucifer had stabbed him. It was Jack, the nephilim, who had brought Cas back to life. Though it took some time, Cas had adjusted to the human life pretty well. He had lived in the bunker with Dean and Sam and the three of them did what they always did - save people. Of course there were loads of rough patches along the way but none they couldn’t handle. They learnt to get the nephilim under control and raise him. Jack turned out not to be a pain in the ass after all. But of course things, as they bound to do so, changed.

Dean groaned in exhaustion. He did not want to think about that day. He did not want to think of the day he had lost not only his best friend but his brother too. Yes that was also the day Dean lost Sam.

“You’re getting better at this Cas,” Dean chuckled, placing a hand on Cas’ shoulder as they were returning back to the bunker after yet another successful case.

“At being a human or at hunting?” Cas tilted his head a little as he looked up at Dean.

“Both.”

Dean splashed some water on his face and tried to get the memory out of his head. He did not need to be asleep to remember that fateful day. The whole thing was etched in his memory.

As Cas and Dean stepped foot into the bunker, Sam twisted a knife into Cas’ back and Cas was dead before Dean could realise what was happening.

“Sam! What have you done?” Dean shouted. 

But Sam just stood there… grinning.

That’s when Dean knew. 

“Lucifer.”

“I would say that it’s nice to see you again Dean, but it’s really not,” Lucifer said, shrugging.

“Get out of my brother.” Dean’s voice was deadly calm but Lucifer hardly flinched.

“Actually I will. But not before I kill you too.”

“How did you get into Sammy? He would never have said yes.”

Lucifer’s grin, if it was possible, grew wider. “Thanks to my son here, he didn’t need to.”

And that’s when Dean’s eyes fell on Jack.

“Jack? What are you-?”

“I’m sorry, Dean. Lucifer is my father.”

Jack had just shrugged at Dean but Dean could see the regret in his eyes.

“We raised you, Jack. Sam, Cas and I. We considered you as our family.”

“I’m sorry Dean.”

That was it. That was all Jack had to say.

“Ah a pity.” Lucifer now stood over Cas’ lifeless body. “He was my favourite, you know. Before dad kicked me out.”

“You stay the hell away from him!” Dean’s vision turned red and the only thing that stopped him from taking out Lucifer was the fear that he would hurt Sam.

“He loved you, you know that right?” Lucifer had looked at Dean with an amused expression. “I learnt that when I bunked in his head while our aunt Amara was a threat.”

Dean had known. He had known that Cas loved him. He had loved Cas back. But both were too afraid to convey their feelings. If there was one thing Dean regretted, it was this. It was the fact that he never got to say those three words to Cas. And now his angel was dead and he would never ever say those words to anyone else again.

Dean had survived that day, but he was the only one. As Lucifer had advanced towards Dean, a blinding light had swallowed the bunker. Jack had saved Dean by ripping Lucifer to shreds and expelling his life force. Jack had exerted himself and was dead in the blink of an eye. But Sam? No, Sam went on but he wasn’t the same. He had completely lost his mind. Sam didn’t recognise his elder brother anymore. He went completely crazy and Dean had tried his best to help his younger brother. But in the end, Sam’s mind gave out and he was dead in three weeks.

Dean Winchester was alone.

Dean had shut himself away in the bunker for the first three months. Jody’s and Donna’s attempts to get him back on his feet were fruitless. It took three whole months before Dean started hunting again. He always hunted alone now.

Every Sunday he would visit the cemetery where Sam and Cas were buried. He couldn’t bring himself to cremate them. He would first kneel in front of his brother’s gravestone with a bottle in his hand. He would let the tears flow freely. He would talk to Sam about whatever case he was working on. He would talk to Sam about how research was a pain in the ass. But above all, he would promise Sam that he would kick his ass the next time he saw him.

Mourning for Cas never took long. All Dean had to do was kneel down in front of his grave and whisper those three words.

‘I love you’

It was to make up for all those times he could never bring himself to tell those words to his fallen angel.

It was a Sunday morning when he got an unexpected visitor. He had been returning back to the bunker after mourning when he saw a man with an eyepatch standing in front of the locked doors of the bunker.

“Dean Winchester, I presume?”

The man was obviously a leader. He looked the type - with the way he carried himself and the note of authority in his voice.

“How do you know my name?”

“Oh we know all about you Mr. Winchester,” The man said, smiling. “My name’s Nick Fury and I’m the director of SHIELD.”

“SHIELD?”

“Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.”

“I know what it stands for and I know exactly what it means,” Dean said, annoyed. “What does it have to do with me?”

“So I’m sure you’ve heard of the Avengers.”

It wasn’t a question… not really.

“Yes I have. A bunch of tight dressed people saving the world from aliens is kinda hard to miss.”

One end of Director Fury’s mouth quirked upward in a slight smile.

“I’m here to ask you,” Nick Fury said, pausing dramatically. “How do you feel about becoming an Avenger?”

Dean twirled the card in one hand and held a bottle of beer in the other. It had been three days since Fury had contacted him. Dean had refused his proposal but Director Fury had given him a card with a number and had asked Dean to contact him if he ever changed his mind.

Dean had enough going on with his life with hunting spirits and demons and he did not need to add aliens to the list, thank you very much. Plus donning a superhero costume and fighting crime in the streets was not his thing.

But three days can do a lot to a person. Dean had never stopped thinking about the offer. It would be a chance at a new lifestyle. It would be a second chance for Dean. But what really convinced Dean to punch in the number and say yes to Director Fury was Sam. Dean had remembered the first sentence that Sammy had ever formed when he was just a year and a half old.

“You’re ma superhero De”

Maybe he could finally live up to that.

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Hunted

Requests: anon asked: ‘can you do a dean x reader oneshot where he saves her from something he’s hunting and that’s how they meet?’

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader 

Warnings: a bit of fluff and some swearing and drinking 

Word Count: 2000ish 

A/N: Hey guys! I absolutely loved writing this. Hope y’all like it! Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated! Love you guys!

You sighed as you took another sip of your beer.  To any other person at the bar, you would’ve looked like another person hitting the drinks after a long day of work but, in fact, this was you working on your job. You were a hunter and you took a sadistic pleasure from your job. 

Ten years ago, it had been the night of your senior prom and you had been having a great day with your friends. You had reached home late and your life completely changed when you stepped into your living room. You found your parents lying in a pool of blood. But if that sight wasn’t enough, your eyes flitted to the woman who was so engrossed with sucking on your mom’s neck that she didn’t notice you until you were screaming your lungs out. That was when you became aware of the supernatural world. It took you a long time for you to recover yourself and soon you were hunting down all the other sons of bitches who left more victims in their wake. Victims like you.

But today was different. Today you had tracked down the vampire who had killed your parents and she had unknowingly led you right to her nest. You were going to wipe all of them out today.

With another swig, you finished your beer and signalled to the bartender for more. As he poured down your drink, you warily studied the people in the bar. This was the closest bar to the nest and this was where most of the vampires came to feed or turn the human victims - sometimes both. Being a hunter required you to pay attention at all times and to study your surroundings. But nothing looked out of place in the bar. Well except for the two tall men. You eyed them curiously. They definitely weren’t vampires but there was something weird about them. The taller one looked like he would rather be anywhere else as he typed into his laptop. But the shorter one looked completely at ease but his eyes moved around the room, observant. Almost like yours.

“Lighten up Sammy! This is a bar,” Dean said, flipping his brother’s laptop shut.

“We’re working a job, Dean. Now’s not a good time to let our guards down.” Sam opened his laptop again and scanned the news page.

“Sam we already went through the victims’ list multiple times. All we need to do now is loosen up and keep an eye out for those sons of bitches,” Dean said, getting up. “I’m going to get something to drink. You want anything?”

Sam shook his head and with a shrug Dean made his way to the counter. After requesting the bartender for a beer, Dean turned around and scanned the rest of the bar for any sign of the vampires. The quicker he finished this job, the quicker would he be able to get some rest before they hit the road again. It didn’t take long for Dean’s eyes to fall on you and it took him less longer to make his way over to you, beer in hand.

“Hey there.” Dean gave you his signature smirk. “I’m Dean Winchester. And you are?”

“Not interested,” you replied with a sweet smile and saw Dean blink a couple of times.

 Something told you that this guy wasn’t used to rejection. Well could you blame him? With his forest green eyes and those full lips, he was practically perfect. But you weren’t interested today. Not when you had more important things to focus on.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Dean muttered with an awkward laugh. “I didn’t mean to come off too strong.”

He started to walk away but you quickly grabbed his hand.

“Wait let me apologise,” you said, looking at him with sincerity. “That was rude of me. I’m Y/N  Y/L/N.”

“Well nice to meet you Y/N,” Dean said with a warm smile as he shook your hand. “You’re super gorgeous.”

You let out a short laugh. “Does that work every time?”

“Well apparently not all the time,” Dean replied laughing with you.

Soon the two of you were talking and it didn’t take you long to start liking Dean. You never talked about your personal life, of course, but you two talked about everything else - from rock music to apple pies.

“Hey A/N? Can I buy you a drink?” Dean asked you slowly. 

 You found it sweet that he was still tentative and didn’t force you to do anything. God forbid, you were actually having a good time for the first time after a long time. 

You had almost forgotten about the vampires but then you saw her. The vampire who had killed your parents. You took in a sharp breath as you saw her flirting with another guy from the bar. She never noticed you and she probably wouldn’t have recognised you, but you never forgot the face that turned your whole life upside down.

“Hey Dean?”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“Just gimme a sec. I’ll be right back.”

As you started walking away from Dean, the vampire was already making her way out of the bar with the oblivious human. You quickened your pace and followed her into an old and broken down warehouse. Yup definitely not cheesy! You quickly hid behind a wall and took in the scene before you. There were exactly nine vampires of various sizes and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to take all of them down.

“Hey Mandy,” one of the male vampires laughed. “What took you so long? And why have you got only one human for us?”

“Oh fuck off Matt. You do want me to share, don’t you?”

So the bitch’s name was Mandy.

The other vampire - Matt - raised his hands in a silent surrender and shook his head at Mandy with an amused look. Mandy shot him a wink and then turned the human guy around and faced him with a sugar sweet smile.

And that’s what did it. That was the same smile that she had flashed you the night your parents had died. That smug smile which told everyone that she was unstoppable. Well not for long bitch. 

And then you did something super stupid. You charged the whole nest of vampires with nothing but a longsword.

Dean drained the rest of his beer and looked around, frowning. You were nowhere in sight and it had been more than ten minutes since you had left. There was something strange about you that let Dean get more interested in you than he usually did with women at bars. Well there was the fact that you had come to the bar with track pants and a tank top. You had looked adorable. And when the two of you started talking, he started liking you more and more. Hell he was ready to kiss you when you told him that you loved to bake and that apple pies were your favourite.

Sighing, Dean made his way over to Sam.

“That girl you were talking to…” Sam started, “She ditched you?”

Dean gave his brother a slight shrug to tell him that he didn’t care when in fact he was a bit hurt. He had though that thinks were going good. “I think she may have.”

Sam gave you a sympathetic smile and got up. “I’m going to hit the motel man. I’m too tired.”

“Wait I’m coming too.”

Soon the Winchester brothers were out of the bar and that’s when they heard the screaming. 

The ropes binding you burned your wrists but you never let the vamps see your pain. Your plan to attack these monsters in one go had failed horribly but you had managed to kill four before you got captured. Mandy knelt down in front of you.

“Oh that was very stupid of you hunter,” she said lifting your chin with a finger. “What did you hope to accomplish by taking on all of us alone?”

“Four dead vampires,” you spat on her face with a satisfied smirk.

Mandy hissed, her sharp teeth making its way out of her jaw.

“You killed my parents, bitch. I’m going to return the favour.”

“Oh I see,” Mandy said with a smirk. “You’re definitely going to pay for killing my friends.”

Mandy’s fangs flashed out again and you looked her in the eye as you wanted for the strike… but it never came. Instead, in an instant, Mandy was on her feet and had made her way to the human she had brought over from the bar and had sunk her fangs into his neck.

“No!”

Your screams were drowned by his and pretty soon he lay dead at her feet. Mandy stood up and wiped her mouth, just causing more blood to get smeared across her face.

“Your turn sweetie.”

And that’s when the warehouse door banged open as two men rushed in and took in the scene before their eyes. Dean Winchester and his brother, Sam. They must have heard the screaming. You felt dread as you realised that you were going to get more people killed.

“Dean!” You called out, taking advantage of the momentary surprise of the vampires.

“Y/N?” Dean’s eyes widened as he took in your tied figure.

“Get out of here, Dean! Run.”

“And leave you here? No way!”

“No Dean you don’t understand,” you tried, desperately, to plead with him.

“Well look what we have here,” Mandy spoke up with a smirk as she sized up the Winchester brothers. “More hunters. It must be Christmas.”

“You’re a hunter?” You and Dean had spoken up at the same time and both of you nodded yes.

Oh.

“Um guys?” Sam called out. “I don’t want to ruin your moment but we’ve got some vampires to kill.”

Matt, the vampire hissed and charged the brothers but Dean quickly pulled out a machete and sliced Matt’s off with a clean swipe. Sam had pulled out a machete too and Dean quickly slid you his before taking another one from a duffel bag. You reached for the machete with your legs and quickly boosted them up and caught them and within moments, you were free. You charged into the fight, with renewed adrenaline pumping through your veins.

It didn’t take long for three of you to kill all the vamps till only Mandy was left standing. Dean advanced towards her but you held out a hand and stopped him.

“She’s mine.”

For the first time since that evening, you saw fear in Mandy’s eyes.

“Why did you kill my parents?”

Mandy started to say something but stopped and closed her mouth.

“Yeah that’s what I thought.”

Without thinking, you pulled your fist back and punched her in the face, hard.

“That’s for my parents, bitch.”

And before she could say anything else, you swung the machete at her head, slicing her head clean off.

“And that’s for everyone else.”

Soon, the three of you were cleaning up the bodies. 

“Wow you’re pretty badass,” Dean whistled. “Not bad.”

You shook your head and indicated to the guy from the bar. “I couldn’t save him, Dean. I was so blinded by wanting revenge. I should’ve known better.”

Dean started to say something but you cut him off. “I didn’t even know his name, Dean.”

“Hey it’s not your fault.” Sam spoke up. “In this job, sometimes you cannot save everyone, but that’s okay. It teaches you to be more careful next time.”

“Thank you Sam,” you said, smiling up at the younger Winchester. “But I definitely could have managed without the two of you barging in to help.”

You faked a scowl at the boys. 

Dean snorted. “Yeah but last I checked, you were pretty tied up.”

“Maybe I meant to get caught so that they would let down their guard.” You arched an eyebrow as you looked at Dean.  

Dean let out a short laugh once more and Sam just looked at the two of you with an amused look.

“Well looks like you’re pretty banged up Y/N. You should come with us to our motel so that Sam and I can fix you up.”

Sam too nodded. “Yeah you’ve got a pretty nasty cut on your forehead.”

After considering things for a minute. “Okay I’ll come over. But I want a drink first.”

“Hey Sammy, you go on ahead. I owe Y/N a drink,” Dean flashed you a grin and you couldn’t help grinning back.

As soon as Sam had bid you guys goodnight and had left, Dean turned around to you and looked at you with an amused expression.

“What’re you smiling about?”

“What kind of a get-up is that?” Dean pointed at your clothes. “A tank top and track pants?” “Well excuse me, but jeans don’t leave much room for flexibility,” you told him with a defiant look. “And plus, track pants are way more comfortable.”

“So you’re pretty flexible? I know where that can come in handy.” Dean shot you a wink and you felt your ears growing red.

“Oh shut up Winchester.” You lightly shoved him away but he just dragged you closer and put an arm around your shoulder.

After a while you stopped trying to push him away and leaned onto him. “Let’s go get that drink then.”

“Y/L/N?”

You looked up to see Dean looking at you with a serious expression.

“Yeah Winchester?”

“This is the part where you say ‘thank you’.”

His cocky smile was plastered on his face again.

“For what Dean?” Two can play at that game, you thought to yourself with a smirk.

“Well, I did save your life,” Dean said, poking your cheek lightly.

“Hmm I’ll think about it.”

“You’re such a tease aren’t you?”

You grinned at him.

“Oh you have no idea, Winchester.”

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Hunted

Requests: anon asked: ‘can you do a dean x reader oneshot where he saves her from something he’s hunting and that’s how they meet?’

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader 

Warnings: a bit of fluff and some swearing and drinking 

Word Count: 2000ish 

A/N: Hey guys! I absolutely loved writing this. Hope y’all like it! Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated! Love you guys!

You sighed as you took another sip of your beer.  To any other person at the bar, you would’ve looked like another person hitting the drinks after a long day of work but, in fact, this was you working on your job. You were a hunter and you took a sadistic pleasure from your job. 

Ten years ago, it had been the night of your senior prom and you had been having a great day with your friends. You had reached home late and your life completely changed when you stepped into your living room. You found your parents lying in a pool of blood. But if that sight wasn’t enough, your eyes flitted to the woman who was so engrossed with sucking on your mom’s neck that she didn’t notice you until you were screaming your lungs out. That was when you became aware of the supernatural world. It took you a long time for you to recover yourself and soon you were hunting down all the other sons of bitches who left more victims in their wake. Victims like you.

But today was different. Today you had tracked down the vampire who had killed your parents and she had unknowingly led you right to her nest. You were going to wipe all of them out today.

With another swig, you finished your beer and signalled to the bartender for more. As he poured down your drink, you warily studied the people in the bar. This was the closest bar to the nest and this was where most of the vampires came to feed or turn the human victims - sometimes both. Being a hunter required you to pay attention at all times and to study your surroundings. But nothing looked out of place in the bar. Well except for the two tall men. You eyed them curiously. They definitely weren’t vampires but there was something weird about them. The taller one looked like he would rather be anywhere else as he typed into his laptop. But the shorter one looked completely at ease but his eyes moved around the room, observant. Almost like yours.

“Lighten up Sammy! This is a bar,” Dean said, flipping his brother’s laptop shut.

“We’re working a job, Dean. Now’s not a good time to let our guards down.” Sam opened his laptop again and scanned the news page.

“Sam we already went through the victims’ list multiple times. All we need to do now is loosen up and keep an eye out for those sons of bitches,” Dean said, getting up. “I’m going to get something to drink. You want anything?”

Sam shook his head and with a shrug Dean made his way to the counter. After requesting the bartender for a beer, Dean turned around and scanned the rest of the bar for any sign of the vampires. The quicker he finished this job, the quicker would he be able to get some rest before they hit the road again. It didn’t take long for Dean’s eyes to fall on you and it took him less longer to make his way over to you, beer in hand.

“Hey there.” Dean gave you his signature smirk. “I’m Dean Winchester. And you are?”

“Not interested,” you replied with a sweet smile and saw Dean blink a couple of times.

 Something told you that this guy wasn’t used to rejection. Well could you blame him? With his forest green eyes and those full lips, he was practically perfect. But you weren’t interested today. Not when you had more important things to focus on.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Dean muttered with an awkward laugh. “I didn’t mean to come off too strong.”

He started to walk away but you quickly grabbed his hand.

“Wait let me apologise,” you said, looking at him with sincerity. “That was rude of me. I’m Y/N  Y/L/N.”

“Well nice to meet you Y/N,” Dean said with a warm smile as he shook your hand. “You’re super gorgeous.”

You let out a short laugh. “Does that work every time?”

“Well apparently not all the time,” Dean replied laughing with you.

Soon the two of you were talking and it didn’t take you long to start liking Dean. You never talked about your personal life, of course, but you two talked about everything else - from rock music to apple pies.

“Hey A/N? Can I buy you a drink?” Dean asked you slowly. 

 You found it sweet that he was still tentative and didn’t force you to do anything. God forbid, you were actually having a good time for the first time after a long time. 

You had almost forgotten about the vampires but then you saw her. The vampire who had killed your parents. You took in a sharp breath as you saw her flirting with another guy from the bar. She never noticed you and she probably wouldn’t have recognised you, but you never forgot the face that turned your whole life upside down.

“Hey Dean?”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“Just gimme a sec. I’ll be right back.”

As you started walking away from Dean, the vampire was already making her way out of the bar with the oblivious human. You quickened your pace and followed her into an old and broken down warehouse. Yup definitely not cheesy! You quickly hid behind a wall and took in the scene before you. There were exactly nine vampires of various sizes and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to take all of them down.

“Hey Mandy,” one of the male vampires laughed. “What took you so long? And why have you got only one human for us?”

“Oh fuck off Matt. You do want me to share, don’t you?”

So the bitch’s name was Mandy.

The other vampire - Matt - raised his hands in a silent surrender and shook his head at Mandy with an amused look. Mandy shot him a wink and then turned the human guy around and faced him with a sugar sweet smile.

And that’s what did it. That was the same smile that she had flashed you the night your parents had died. That smug smile which told everyone that she was unstoppable. Well not for long bitch. 

And then you did something super stupid. You charged the whole nest of vampires with nothing but a longsword.

Dean drained the rest of his beer and looked around, frowning. You were nowhere in sight and it had been more than ten minutes since you had left. There was something strange about you that let Dean get more interested in you than he usually did with women at bars. Well there was the fact that you had come to the bar with track pants and a tank top. You had looked adorable. And when the two of you started talking, he started liking you more and more. Hell he was ready to kiss you when you told him that you loved to bake and that apple pies were your favourite.

Sighing, Dean made his way over to Sam.

“That girl you were talking to…” Sam started, “She ditched you?”

Dean gave his brother a slight shrug to tell him that he didn’t care when in fact he was a bit hurt. He had though that thinks were going good. “I think she may have.”

Sam gave you a sympathetic smile and got up. “I’m going to hit the motel man. I’m too tired.”

“Wait I’m coming too.”

Soon the Winchester brothers were out of the bar and that’s when they heard the screaming. 

The ropes binding you burned your wrists but you never let the vamps see your pain. Your plan to attack these monsters in one go had failed horribly but you had managed to kill four before you got captured. Mandy knelt down in front of you.

“Oh that was very stupid of you hunter,” she said lifting your chin with a finger. “What did you hope to accomplish by taking on all of us alone?”

“Four dead vampires,” you spat on her face with a satisfied smirk.

Mandy hissed, her sharp teeth making its way out of her jaw.

“You killed my parents, bitch. I’m going to return the favour.”

“Oh I see,” Mandy said with a smirk. “You’re definitely going to pay for killing my friends.”

Mandy’s fangs flashed out again and you looked her in the eye as you wanted for the strike… but it never came. Instead, in an instant, Mandy was on her feet and had made her way to the human she had brought over from the bar and had sunk her fangs into his neck.

“No!”

Your screams were drowned by his and pretty soon he lay dead at her feet. Mandy stood up and wiped her mouth, just causing more blood to get smeared across her face.

“Your turn sweetie.”

And that’s when the warehouse door banged open as two men rushed in and took in the scene before their eyes. Dean Winchester and his brother, Sam. They must have heard the screaming. You felt dread as you realised that you were going to get more people killed.

“Dean!” You called out, taking advantage of the momentary surprise of the vampires.

“Y/N?” Dean’s eyes widened as he took in your tied figure.

“Get out of here, Dean! Run.”

“And leave you here? No way!”

“No Dean you don’t understand,” you tried, desperately, to plead with him.

“Well look what we have here,” Mandy spoke up with a smirk as she sized up the Winchester brothers. “More hunters. It must be Christmas.”

“You’re a hunter?” You and Dean had spoken up at the same time and both of you nodded yes.

Oh.

“Um guys?” Sam called out. “I don’t want to ruin your moment but we’ve got some vampires to kill.”

Matt, the vampire hissed and charged the brothers but Dean quickly pulled out a machete and sliced Matt’s off with a clean swipe. Sam had pulled out a machete too and Dean quickly slid you his before taking another one from a duffel bag. You reached for the machete with your legs and quickly boosted them up and caught them and within moments, you were free. You charged into the fight, with renewed adrenaline pumping through your veins.

It didn’t take long for three of you to kill all the vamps till only Mandy was left standing. Dean advanced towards her but you held out a hand and stopped him.

“She’s mine.”

For the first time since that evening, you saw fear in Mandy’s eyes.

“Why did you kill my parents?”

Mandy started to say something but stopped and closed her mouth.

“Yeah that’s what I thought.”

Without thinking, you pulled your fist back and punched her in the face, hard.

“That’s for my parents, bitch.”

And before she could say anything else, you swung the machete at her head, slicing her head clean off.

“And that’s for everyone else.”

Soon, the three of you were cleaning up the bodies. 

“Wow you’re pretty badass,” Dean whistled. “Not bad.”

You shook your head and indicated to the guy from the bar. “I couldn’t save him, Dean. I was so blinded by wanting revenge. I should’ve known better.”

Dean started to say something but you cut him off. “I didn’t even know his name, Dean.”

“Hey it’s not your fault.” Sam spoke up. “In this job, sometimes you cannot save everyone, but that’s okay. It teaches you to be more careful next time.”

“Thank you Sam,” you said, smiling up at the younger Winchester. “But I definitely could have managed without the two of you barging in to help.”

You faked a scowl at the boys. 

Dean snorted. “Yeah but last I checked, you were pretty tied up.”

“Maybe I meant to get caught so that they would let down their guard.” You arched an eyebrow as you looked at Dean.  

Dean let out a short laugh once more and Sam just looked at the two of you with an amused look.

“Well looks like you’re pretty banged up Y/N. You should come with us to our motel so that Sam and I can fix you up.”

Sam too nodded. “Yeah you’ve got a pretty nasty cut on your forehead.”

After considering things for a minute. “Okay I’ll come over. But I want a drink first.”

“Hey Sammy, you go on ahead. I owe Y/N a drink,” Dean flashed you a grin and you couldn’t help grinning back.

As soon as Sam had bid you guys goodnight and had left, Dean turned around to you and looked at you with an amused expression.

“What’re you smiling about?”

“What kind of a get-up is that?” Dean pointed at your clothes. “A tank top and track pants?” “Well excuse me, but jeans don’t leave much room for flexibility,” you told him with a defiant look. “And plus, track pants are way more comfortable.”

“So you’re pretty flexible? I know where that can come in handy.” Dean shot you a wink and you felt your ears growing red.

“Oh shut up Winchester.” You lightly shoved him away but he just dragged you closer and put an arm around your shoulder.

After a while you stopped trying to push him away and leaned onto him. “Let’s go get that drink then.”

“Y/L/N?”

You looked up to see Dean looking at you with a serious expression.

“Yeah Winchester?”

“This is the part where you say ‘thank you’.”

His cocky smile was plastered on his face again.

“For what Dean?” Two can play at that game, you thought to yourself with a smirk.

“Well, I did save your life,” Dean said, poking your cheek lightly.

“Hmm I’ll think about it.”

“You’re such a tease aren’t you?”

You grinned at him.

“Oh you have no idea, Winchester.”

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