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Like me, this is blog is dedicated to the TV show Supernatural. Here you'll find my previews and reviews of episodes, all my convention reports and anything else I feel compelled to write about our Show. I also write canon(ish) based fan-fiction. I post lots of pretties...primarily Dean...because, well yeah, I'm sweet on him. I also run sweetonjensen...because, you guessed it, I'm sweet on him too.

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- a work of fiction by sweetondean. *warnings for language

Entry One
Wake up Sammy, just wake up. I know you can do it. You’re stronger than this, man. You can’t let ‘em kill you like this. I won’t let you. Just open your eyes, and we’ll work the rest out. He’s gotta open his eyes. He’s gotta be okay. Come on Sammy, please. Please.

GOD’S HANDS? Was that Doctor fuckin’ serious? God’s hands? That is how we got into this mess in the first place, by playing God’s game. Now Sam is dead, or will be soon. Like I’m gonna trust my brother’s fate with God?? No. Not gonna happen. There’s gotta be a way outta this one. Gotta be.
 
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I wrote a little something something. It’s brotherly. A bit schmoopy. No Warnings. Gen. Tattoos.
FOREVER ETCHED INTO MY SKIN
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I wrote a little something something. It’s brotherly. A bit schmoopy. No Warnings. Gen. Tattoos.

FOREVER ETCHED INTO MY SKIN

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Dean stood outside Sam’s room, listening. He could hear his brother breathing. Now that they had their own rooms, it was something Dean missed. Sam’s noises. Sure, it was great to have his own space, but he’d grown up with Sam in the bed just over from him. He’d got used to Sam’s noises. The restless rustling of sheets, the soft breaths, the small snores.

Dean put his hand on the doorknob and quietly turned it. He slowly pushed the door open just a crack, just enough for him to see inside. Just enough for him to see Sam. His brother was a mess of tangled sheets and legs. Big feet hanging over the end of the bed frame. Arm’s spilling out everywhere. He looked like a giant 5 year old. He looked peaceful.
Dean smiled to himself, taking one more moment to breathe in the life force of his baby brother, before quietly pulling the door closed. He didn’t move. He stood perfectly still, listening for just a little longer. Just a tiny bit longer. Just to hold on to the memory. Then he closed his eyes, swallowed hard, touched the door and whispered, “Bye Sammy.”
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Dean stood outside Sam’s room, listening. He could hear his brother breathing. Now that they had their own rooms, it was something Dean missed. Sam’s noises. Sure, it was great to have his own space, but he’d grown up with Sam in the bed just over from him. He’d got used to Sam’s noises. The restless rustling of sheets, the soft breaths, the small snores.

Dean put his hand on the doorknob and quietly turned it. He slowly pushed the door open just a crack, just enough for him to see inside. Just enough for him to see Sam. His brother was a mess of tangled sheets and legs. Big feet hanging over the end of the bed frame. Arm’s spilling out everywhere. He looked like a giant 5 year old. He looked peaceful.

Dean smiled to himself, taking one more moment to breathe in the life force of his baby brother, before quietly pulling the door closed. He didn’t move. He stood perfectly still, listening for just a little longer. Just a tiny bit longer. Just to hold on to the memory. Then he closed his eyes, swallowed hard, touched the door and whispered, “Bye Sammy.”

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Another Notch In His Bones - A Supernatural Fan Fiction
-by sweeetondean

Kevin is dead. Sam is gone. Dean is alone. This takes place immediately after Holy Terror. Spoilers for 9.09.
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Dean sat. He just sat. Where he’d crumpled. He didn’t know for how long. It could’ve been minutes. It could’ve been hours. The horror of what’d just happened was so great his mind couldn’t grasp it. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t move. So he just sat. Sat staring at Kevin. His burnt out eyes, boring into Dean’s soul. Carving another notch deep into his bones. Where all his guilt lived.
Dean just sat.

When the cold of the bunker floor started to reach into his blood, Dean got up, every joint creaking. He stood looking down into the face of the young man he’d grown to think of as family. The eyes had stopped smouldering. The skin was pallid. Dean knew with out even touching him that Kevin was cold.

Dean took a deep breath and ran a hand back through his hair, closing his eyes as he swayed back and forth. Then he turned and strode from the room.


When Dean returned he had a sheet. He shook it out and gently laid it over Kevin’s body, dropping to a crouch to pull the edges down, so that the young prophet was covered. There Dean stayed until the muscles in his thighs burned and screamed out in pain.

Pain. Pain was good. He deserved pain, he thought.

Pushing up he span on his heel, walked up the bunker stairs and out the door.

When Dean returned it was dark. He was covered in dirt, his hands were scratched and bleeding, but he didn’t notice. He walked over to what had once been Kevin and dropped some rope to the floor that he’d retrieved from the trunk of the Impala. He crouched down and hefted Kevin into his arms. Walking to the large table in the middle of the room he laid Kevin out gently. Dean then went and got the rope and proceeded to wrap Kevin in the sheet, tying the rope around his legs and torso, around his head, to keep the sheet, now acting as a shroud, secure.

Dean pulled Kevin from the table and gently placed him over his should. He walked up the stairs and back out the door, staggering under the weight of the body. He traipsed down the road to a crop of trees. He walked through the trees, stumbling in the dark until he reached a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, stood a pyre.

Dean laid Kevin across the wooden structure and stood back breathing heavily from exertion and emotion.

“Kevin,” he said, “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I brought the enemy into our home. Whether I knew it or not…well, I shoulda known better. I left you unprotected. You were my responsibility and I left you unprotected and it got you killed. I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve…”

Dean stopped and shook his head, his eyes were blurring as silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

Dean reached down and picked up the kerosene tin at his feet, moving forward and splashing the liquid across the pyre.

“I let you down. I let you down, man. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Dean fumbled around in his pocket for his lighter.

“Kevin, you deserve this. A hunter’s burial. You went out doing the job.”

He stepped forward in the dark.

“Kid, you were family. You are family. Sam and my family. Always will be.”

And with that Dean tossed the lighter onto the pyre and watched as the flames danced and grew, as the wood crackled and burned and as the fire engulfed Kevin.

Dean stood there in the dark until the last ember had stopped glowing. He dug a hole and buried what remains were left. Covering where the fire had burned. Making sure he left no evidence behind. And as the sun started to rise, Dean made his way back to the bunker.

As he walked in the door, the enormity of it all hit him. The silence was palatable. He could feel the emptiness creep into his heart and set up shop there.

He dragged his feet down the stairs bone weary and covered in dirt but he didn’t head to wash up, instead he headed to Sam’s room.

He almost knocked on the door, part of him hoping that this nightmare was just that, a nightmare but instead, he pushed the door opened and looked inside feeling as if the space was a vacant cavern.

Rage suddenly gripped him. He lashed out, sending books and files half way across the room. He grabbed Sam’s mattress and tossed it with all his strength against the wall. He screamed at the top of his lungs, “SAMMMMMMMM”, before folding down onto his knees, his head against his chest as violent sobs wracked his body. He threw his head back, teeth clenched as anguished sounds that even he didn’t recognise rose in his throat.

He breathed in and whispered, “Sammy”.

Dean sat there on the floor crushed and broken until he wasn’t. Then he got to his feet. He picked up the mattress and laid it back down on the bed frame. He made Sam’s bed. “Kid never could make a bed for shit” he mumbled to himself. He picked up the books and files scattered across the floor and neatly stacked them back on the shelves. He left the room without looking back, closing the door behind him.

As he walked down the hall of the bunker, Dean prayed out loud. “Cass, I know you can hear me now, man. I screwed up. Big time. Sam’s gone and I need to get him back. I need your help. Just get here, as soon as you can. I need you Cass.”

Dean walked into the room where he’d last seen his brother. Where he’d watch an angel he didn’t know, kill Kevin and walk out wearing Sam as a suit. He stood absorbing the desolation, gaining strength from his grief.

“I’m coming for you, you son of a bitch,” He yelled, knowing full well that the angel holding his brother hostage could more than likely hear him.

“I’m going to get you back, Sammy,” he whispered.

Wavering for only a moment, Dean walked into the Men of Letters library, grabbed a stack of books and tossed them on the table. He was filthy and exhausted and emotionally spent, but that didn’t matter. Somewhere out there was his brother and Dean wasn’t going to rest until he got him back.

He grabbed a beer, grabbed a book and set about trying to find away to bring Sam home. He could sleep later because, right now, he had work to do.

THE END


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Another Notch In His Bones - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

-by sweeetondean

Kevin is dead. Sam is gone. Dean is alone. This takes place immediately after Holy Terror. Spoilers for 9.09.

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Dean sat. He just sat. Where he’d crumpled. He didn’t know for how long. It could’ve been minutes. It could’ve been hours. The horror of what’d just happened was so great his mind couldn’t grasp it. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t move. So he just sat. Sat staring at Kevin. His burnt out eyes, boring into Dean’s soul. Carving another notch deep into his bones. Where all his guilt lived.

Dean just sat.

When the cold of the bunker floor started to reach into his blood, Dean got up, every joint creaking. He stood looking down into the face of the young man he’d grown to think of as family. The eyes had stopped smouldering. The skin was pallid. Dean knew with out even touching him that Kevin was cold.

Dean took a deep breath and ran a hand back through his hair, closing his eyes as he swayed back and forth. Then he turned and strode from the room.

When Dean returned he had a sheet. He shook it out and gently laid it over Kevin’s body, dropping to a crouch to pull the edges down, so that the young prophet was covered. There Dean stayed until the muscles in his thighs burned and screamed out in pain.

Pain. Pain was good. He deserved pain, he thought.

Pushing up he span on his heel, walked up the bunker stairs and out the door.

When Dean returned it was dark. He was covered in dirt, his hands were scratched and bleeding, but he didn’t notice. He walked over to what had once been Kevin and dropped some rope to the floor that he’d retrieved from the trunk of the Impala. He crouched down and hefted Kevin into his arms. Walking to the large table in the middle of the room he laid Kevin out gently. Dean then went and got the rope and proceeded to wrap Kevin in the sheet, tying the rope around his legs and torso, around his head, to keep the sheet, now acting as a shroud, secure.

Dean pulled Kevin from the table and gently placed him over his should. He walked up the stairs and back out the door, staggering under the weight of the body. He traipsed down the road to a crop of trees. He walked through the trees, stumbling in the dark until he reached a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, stood a pyre.

Dean laid Kevin across the wooden structure and stood back breathing heavily from exertion and emotion.

“Kevin,” he said, “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I brought the enemy into our home. Whether I knew it or not…well, I shoulda known better. I left you unprotected. You were my responsibility and I left you unprotected and it got you killed. I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve…”

Dean stopped and shook his head, his eyes were blurring as silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

Dean reached down and picked up the kerosene tin at his feet, moving forward and splashing the liquid across the pyre.

“I let you down. I let you down, man. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Dean fumbled around in his pocket for his lighter.

“Kevin, you deserve this. A hunter’s burial. You went out doing the job.”

He stepped forward in the dark.

“Kid, you were family. You are family. Sam and my family. Always will be.”

And with that Dean tossed the lighter onto the pyre and watched as the flames danced and grew, as the wood crackled and burned and as the fire engulfed Kevin.

Dean stood there in the dark until the last ember had stopped glowing. He dug a hole and buried what remains were left. Covering where the fire had burned. Making sure he left no evidence behind. And as the sun started to rise, Dean made his way back to the bunker.

As he walked in the door, the enormity of it all hit him. The silence was palatable. He could feel the emptiness creep into his heart and set up shop there.

He dragged his feet down the stairs bone weary and covered in dirt but he didn’t head to wash up, instead he headed to Sam’s room.

He almost knocked on the door, part of him hoping that this nightmare was just that, a nightmare but instead, he pushed the door opened and looked inside feeling as if the space was a vacant cavern.

Rage suddenly gripped him. He lashed out, sending books and files half way across the room. He grabbed Sam’s mattress and tossed it with all his strength against the wall. He screamed at the top of his lungs, “SAMMMMMMMM”, before folding down onto his knees, his head against his chest as violent sobs wracked his body. He threw his head back, teeth clenched as anguished sounds that even he didn’t recognise rose in his throat.

He breathed in and whispered, “Sammy”.

Dean sat there on the floor crushed and broken until he wasn’t. Then he got to his feet. He picked up the mattress and laid it back down on the bed frame. He made Sam’s bed. “Kid never could make a bed for shit” he mumbled to himself. He picked up the books and files scattered across the floor and neatly stacked them back on the shelves. He left the room without looking back, closing the door behind him.

As he walked down the hall of the bunker, Dean prayed out loud. “Cass, I know you can hear me now, man. I screwed up. Big time. Sam’s gone and I need to get him back. I need your help. Just get here, as soon as you can. I need you Cass.”

Dean walked into the room where he’d last seen his brother. Where he’d watch an angel he didn’t know, kill Kevin and walk out wearing Sam as a suit. He stood absorbing the desolation, gaining strength from his grief.

“I’m coming for you, you son of a bitch,” He yelled, knowing full well that the angel holding his brother hostage could more than likely hear him.

“I’m going to get you back, Sammy,” he whispered.

Wavering for only a moment, Dean walked into the Men of Letters library, grabbed a stack of books and tossed them on the table. He was filthy and exhausted and emotionally spent, but that didn’t matter. Somewhere out there was his brother and Dean wasn’t going to rest until he got him back.

He grabbed a beer, grabbed a book and set about trying to find away to bring Sam home. He could sleep later because, right now, he had work to do.

THE END

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Brothers who LARP together….
A Supernatural Fanfiction
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Sam and Dean stood in front of the basins of the public restroom in the park behind ‘Moondoor’. Swords casually propped up against the wall.
"Those nerds didn’t know what hit ‘em" Dean chuckled as he turned on the tap and ran his hands under the cool water. "Think I got blisters from that damn sword though."
"Awww princess" teased Sam, "The nasty sword too rough for your delicate handsies?"
Dean looked up. “Hey I beat the snot out of those Orcs” he said, “And I’ve got a bunch of ears to prove it.” He reached into the leather pouch hanging off his belt and pulled out a handful of fake ears, proffering them to his brother.
Sam just laughed. “Yeah man, you’re the hero of Moondoor.”
"Damn straight." said Dean. "Anyway, I saw you clipping a few Orcs and Elves around the head yourself."
Sam laughed again. “Yeah, I got me a few” he chuckled.
Dean looked at his brother and smiled, it’d been a while since he’d seen Sam laugh. Damn, it’d been a long while. He liked it. He liked to see his baby brother enjoying himself for a change….
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Brothers who LARP together….

A Supernatural Fanfiction

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Sam and Dean stood in front of the basins of the public restroom in the park behind ‘Moondoor’. Swords casually propped up against the wall.

"Those nerds didn’t know what hit ‘em" Dean chuckled as he turned on the tap and ran his hands under the cool water. "Think I got blisters from that damn sword though."

"Awww princess" teased Sam, "The nasty sword too rough for your delicate handsies?"

Dean looked up. “Hey I beat the snot out of those Orcs” he said, “And I’ve got a bunch of ears to prove it.” He reached into the leather pouch hanging off his belt and pulled out a handful of fake ears, proffering them to his brother.

Sam just laughed. “Yeah man, you’re the hero of Moondoor.”

"Damn straight." said Dean. "Anyway, I saw you clipping a few Orcs and Elves around the head yourself."

Sam laughed again. “Yeah, I got me a few” he chuckled.

Dean looked at his brother and smiled, it’d been a while since he’d seen Sam laugh. Damn, it’d been a long while. He liked it. He liked to see his baby brother enjoying himself for a change….

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Sam and Dean’s Day Off. 
A Supernatural fan fiction by sweetondean
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Dean woke up, stretched and groaned. Every muscled ached. He didn’t hit a wall with quite the same bounce back as he once did. He wiggled his shoulders and grimaced, stretched his knuckles and winced. Yeah, everything hurt.
Running a hand down his face, he swung his legs out of bed, bare feet hitting the cold linoleum floor of this week’s crappy motel room. A shiver ran up his spine. He shook his head internally, “I’m getting too old for this” he thought, as he stood up and bent backwards releasing a loud crack of protest from his spine.
"Good morning. Coffee’s still hot" Sam said, looking up from his laptop and nodding towards the pot on the stove.
Dean grunted and reached into his duffle to grab a pair of sweat pants. “It’s cold,” he said, as a matter of fact.
"It’s snowing." Sam responded.
Dean glanced towards the window as he wiggled into the warmth of his sweat pants and pulled on a pair of socks. “Huh. Well that’d explain the cold.” He padded over to the stove, grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. “Top up?” he said, as he held the pot out
"Sure" Sam said, not looking up, as he lifted his cup towards Dean.
Dean dropped into a chair at the table with his brother. “Find anything?”
"Nope." Sam said. He slapped the cover of his laptop closed, picked up his cup and leaned back. "It’s quiet out there."
"Huh. I’m hungry. Wanna get some breakfast?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I could eat."
"Great I’ll just finish this, grab a quick shower and we’ll head into town."
"Ok"
They sat opposite each other, enjoying the silence as they drank their coffee.
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Dean pushed the last piece of pancake around his plate with his fork. “So, no case. Nothing?”
"Not today at least." Sam said as he stretched his long legs under the table, inadvertently kicking his brother. "Sorry. Ah, I’ll keep looking, there must be something. What you going to do?"
"Dunno. Clean our guns. Wash the car. Oh, can’t really do that in the snow. Um, clean our guns."
"You said that."
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Sam and Dean’s Day Off.

A Supernatural fan fiction by sweetondean

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Dean woke up, stretched and groaned. Every muscled ached. He didn’t hit a wall with quite the same bounce back as he once did. He wiggled his shoulders and grimaced, stretched his knuckles and winced. Yeah, everything hurt.

Running a hand down his face, he swung his legs out of bed, bare feet hitting the cold linoleum floor of this week’s crappy motel room. A shiver ran up his spine. He shook his head internally, “I’m getting too old for this” he thought, as he stood up and bent backwards releasing a loud crack of protest from his spine.

"Good morning. Coffee’s still hot" Sam said, looking up from his laptop and nodding towards the pot on the stove.

Dean grunted and reached into his duffle to grab a pair of sweat pants. “It’s cold,” he said, as a matter of fact.

"It’s snowing." Sam responded.

Dean glanced towards the window as he wiggled into the warmth of his sweat pants and pulled on a pair of socks. “Huh. Well that’d explain the cold.” He padded over to the stove, grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. “Top up?” he said, as he held the pot out

"Sure" Sam said, not looking up, as he lifted his cup towards Dean.

Dean dropped into a chair at the table with his brother. “Find anything?”

"Nope." Sam said. He slapped the cover of his laptop closed, picked up his cup and leaned back. "It’s quiet out there."

"Huh. I’m hungry. Wanna get some breakfast?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I could eat."

"Great I’ll just finish this, grab a quick shower and we’ll head into town."

"Ok"

They sat opposite each other, enjoying the silence as they drank their coffee.

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Dean pushed the last piece of pancake around his plate with his fork. “So, no case. Nothing?”

"Not today at least." Sam said as he stretched his long legs under the table, inadvertently kicking his brother. "Sorry. Ah, I’ll keep looking, there must be something. What you going to do?"

"Dunno. Clean our guns. Wash the car. Oh, can’t really do that in the snow. Um, clean our guns."

"You said that."

Dean frowned. “Hey, aren’t the Chiefs playing today?” He looked up at Sam… Read more

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Dean stopped in the doorway and turned his head, listening, reaching out with his hunter’s instincts. What was that? What was that feeling? Like something was there, just beyond his grasp….

He shook his head and pulled the motel door closed as he walked back to the car.

Sam watched as his brother slid into the driver’s seat. “You get what you need?” he asked.

"Yep." Dean held up the flask.

Sam nodded. “Ahh.” He leaned back, looking at Dean out of the corner of his eye. “You ok?”

"Yeah, I’m good. Why?"

"Dunno, you look…" Sam shrugged.

Dean thought for a moment. “It’s just…I thought….” He looked at Sam, his brother’s brows knitted in concern. “It’s nothing Sammy. Don’t worry about it. You’re right, it’s just grief or whatever.” He reached down and turned the key in the ignition…..

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Previously  in the Prank Wars: When last we saw Castiel, his attempt to prank Dean  by making him the entertainment at a Harry Potter themed kid’s party  backfired, when Dean walked away with a pocket full of phone numbers  from smitten single mums. Will Cas ever out prank Dean? What’s next for  this dynamic duo with a passion for pranks? Find out in….
Dean versus Cas The Prank Wars: Episode 5 - The Truce
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Previously in the Prank Wars: When last we saw Castiel, his attempt to prank Dean by making him the entertainment at a Harry Potter themed kid’s party backfired, when Dean walked away with a pocket full of phone numbers from smitten single mums. Will Cas ever out prank Dean? What’s next for this dynamic duo with a passion for pranks? Find out in….

Dean versus Cas The Prank Wars: Episode 5 - The Truce

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Missing scene from 7.04 “Defending Your Life”

by sweetondean

Author’s note: I personally don’t think Dean has anything to feel guilty for. I think he’s paid his dues over and over. He makes the tough calls. He sucks it up and does what needs to be done. This is how I see Dean. Dean tragically sees himself a whole other way. This is just my idea of what may have happened between Jo disappearing and the scene by the side of the road with Sam and Dean. This is my take on Dean’s headspace right now. Personally, I think Dean’s awesome and a hero. I just hope one day, he’ll think so too.


Dean stood silently looking into the space where only moments earlier, Jo had been. She was gone. Gone back to….who knows where. He hoped it was Heaven. Jo’s personal Heaven. He wondered what that would be and sadly realised, he had no clue. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

With only a small groan, he bent down, picked up his lighter and shoved it in his pocket. Walking over to the stove, he slowly turned off the gas. He opened the refrigerator, reached in, grabbed a beer, cracked it open and took a swig. Closing the door, he rested his head against the cool metal and drew a shaky breath. He stayed like that for what seemed an eternity, lost in his thoughts.

Dean stood up straight, shook his head clear, threw his shoulders back and with a determined stride, walked to the bed. But it was just for show, it was just habit. There was a weight so heavy pressing down upon him, that his feet felt like lead. Every step took effort, every movement hurt. But that’s how it’d been for a while now, for so long in fact, that he couldn’t remember not feeling this way. Every day it got harder to get up, harder to care. One more blow to his heart, one more gut wrenching decision, one more blood soaked fight. Some days he wished it would just stop, forever, stop. He glanced over at the stove. Would it have been so bad if Jo had simply lit that flame? He ran a hand down his face, too scared to answer his own question.

Dropping on to the bed, he cast his mind back to that strange trial in the barn. That Osiris dude was a douche-bag, he thought. He quietly chuffed to himself, but the laughter died on his lips. He may have been a douche-bag, but he was right. Dean felt guilty. He was wracked with guilt. His life was full of loss and so much of it rested on him. So many people he’d cared for, he’d loved, had lost their lives because of him. If not directly, than indirectly and that, as far as Dean was concerned, was the same thing. He mentally ticked off a list in his head. Layla, Ronald, Ash, Nancy, Henriksen, Pamela. Jo and Ellen gave their lives because they believed in him. His dad sold his soul to save him. His brother Adam died because he was a related to him. He brought chaos and fear into Ben and Lisa’s lives. And then there was Cas….. If Cas hadn’t been the Angel chosen to guide Dean’s path, he’d still be up in Heaven doing what ever he did before he got dragged into Dean’s horror show of a life. If he can drag an Angel down…? He sighed again. He tried not to think of Cas. One part of him was angry with his friend for not listening, for being fool hardy, for believing his own press, the other part of him felt guilty that he couldn’t get through to Cas, couldn’t stop him in time, that he let his friend down. He sometimes found himself lying sleepless at night, wondering, if he’d just given it one more shot, could he have reached him? Who knows. He glanced down at the bottle in his hand. Now there’s this great big lie. How did he get himself into this and how the hell is he gonna get himself out? Sam trusts him, believes in him. Sam maybe looney tunes but he’s dealing and they’re brothers again, for the first time in what feels like forever. What happens when Sam finds out it’s all built on a lie? That he killed Sam’s friend. He didn’t feel guilty about killing Amy; he still believes that was the right decision. Her kid walking in is another story. But it’s Sam that’s eating him up inside. Sam and the inevitable fallout of that lie. His eyes started to prickle with unshed tears. He threw back a swallow of beer and looked at the bottle in his hand again. He knew he was drinking too much, he knew he had Sam worried. He was pretty sure Sam knew about the pills too. But how else is he supposed to get through. Feeling? Feeling everything? He’d curl up into a ball and he’d never get up again. The only way to get through is to numb it. Just numb it all….he can’t face it any other way.

Dean looked blankly at the wall. So much crap. A life full of blood and crap.

He heard the jangle of keys in the lock and sat up straight just as his brother entered the room. Sam glanced around, his eyes finally resting on Dean.

"Nice timing with Osiris Sam", Dean said as he got up and walked to the fridge. He grabbed a beer and handed it to his brother, "Jo was about to fry me extra crispy." His voice cracked just a little, giving him away. He looked up at Sam but quickly glanced down again. He suddenly felt a well of pent up emotions threatening to overcome him. Sam knew it was all an act, Dean saw it in his eyes. Sadness, pity, understanding. Sam always saw right through him. He turned away so he didn’t have to meet his brother’s gaze. "So what now hotshot?"

Sam was silent. Dean could feel his stare burning into the back of his head. He closed his eyes and waited for the questions. Sam cleared his throat. “I dunno, I guess, check in with Bobby, see where the Leviathan thing is at?”

Dean smiled quietly to himself. Thank you Sammy, he thought. He adjusted his face, turned around and said, “Sounds like a plan. You pack, I’ll go get the car.”

Sam tossed his brother the keys and watched quietly as Dean downed the last of his beer, put the bottle on the table, grabbed his duffel and headed for the door.

"You know Dean," Sam said as his brother passed. Dean stopped. "I meant what I said, you’re not responsible for all of it. Not me, not Jo, not Ellen. We all made our own choices. It’s not on you. You have no reason to feel guilty."

Dean turned and looked at his brother. “You don’t know that Sam.”

"Yeah, I do."

They stared at each other.

Dean took a deep breath and spun on his heel. “I’ll meet you at the car. Don’t take too long.” He kept his stride firm, his shoulders back and he walked out of the room.

He kept moving, along the hall, down the stairs, across the car park towards his baby. He popped her trunk, tossed in his duffle and slammed the boot shut. Unlocking her door, he realised his hand was trembling just a little. He shook it off, climbed inside and slid across her leather into the driver’s seat. She gave a familiar, throaty purr as he started her up. With another deep breath he put her into gear and started to move forward.

And that’s what he’d do, keep moving forward, he’d just keep….moving….forward. Because that’s what he does, that’s what he always does. Because he’s Dean Winchester.

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Cas is moody, Dean is wary…where will these prank wars end? Cas and Dean embark on another attempt to out prank each other…but who takes the prize this time round?
It’d been a quiet few weeks since Cas decided to clone Dean and Dean decided it was the best thing ever.
Dean had spent the first week or so nervously looking over his shoulder, waiting for the Angel to make the next move. But as the days went by he started to think, maybe Cas had decided to call it quits on their prank war.
After the doppelganger incident, Sam and Dean took on a few run of the mill salt and burns. There was the ghost of a teenage boy who haunted an old lady simply because he was the same douchebag in death as he was in life, a couple who refused to leave the house they accidently gassed themselves in and a biker guy who decided the last place he got a tattoo was where he wanted to spend eternity. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing they couldn’t handle and nothing set up by Cas. Dean was starting to breath easy again.
The brothers had just disposed of the biker’s bones and were kicking back in their motel room, beers in hand and feet on the table when a gust of wind and a whooshing sound filled the air.
"Sam. ….Dean" Cas said, squinting his eyes and openly glaring at the elder Winchester.
Dean sat up a little straighter in his chair, sliding his feet off the table and onto the floor.
"Hey Cas…..how’s it been?" He tried to sound as casual as possible. "We’ve been wondering where you were."
"Have you?" Cas replied, eyebrows raised, a smirk creeping into the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah sure, we’ve been wondering what you’ve been up to, haven’t we Sam?" Dean kicked his brother’s chair under the table.
"Yeah, Cas" Sam said frowning at his brother. "Everything ok?"
"I’ve been busy." Cas said dismissively. "Too busy to be…playing games." He looked pointedly at the Dean.
Dean visibly relaxed. “Well, I’m glad to hear that Cas because, well I think we should probably put everything behind us, give the pranks a rest, whatdya say?”
Cas eyed Dean suspiciously. “Of course” he said, narrowing his eyes.
Dean returned the stare. They were visibly sizing each other up.
It was a standoff.
Sam looked at his brother, then at Cas and shook his head. “So ummm Cas, why are you here?” he said trying to hide a smirk.
"I thought you should be aware that there is a coven of witches active in the next town. They are having a gathering tomorrow. I thought you might like to….check it out" he said awkwardly as he glanced from Sam to Dean.
"Witches?" Dean sneered, "Man I hate witches." He visibly shuddered.
Cas frowned. “Does that mean you will or won’t look into it?”
"Yeah Cas of course we will" Sam said, "If you want us to, of course."
"Thank you." Cas replied, looking at Sam. He emphasised the ‘you’. He’d obviously not forgiven Dean for turning his last prank around on him.
Dean arched an eyebrow. “Ok, so, these witches, what can you tell us about them?”
Cas gave them what information he had. It was a new coven as far as he was aware. It was of a considerable size and they were meeting tomorrow, for what he didn’t know.
"Not much to go on" Dean openly whinged.
"I’m sorry Dean that I can not do your job for you." Cas snarked back.
"What? No I was….never mind." Dean could tell the Angel was in a mood.
"Thanks Cas" Sam stepped in again, trying to be peacekeeper. "We’ll get on to it tomorrow, let you know what we find out."
There was a gust of wind and Cas was gone.
"Moody bastard" Dean mumbled.
"Dude, you’re going to have to make an effort to patch things up with him."
"Hey I was being nice, it was him who was being a little bitch." Dean picked up his beer and took a swig.
"Still, he’s obviously upset with you and that’s not cool, just, just be…just don’t be so you."
Dean shook his head, “Whatever dude. I’m having a shower and turning in.” He got up and walked towards the bathroom. “Witches” he mumbled. “Awesome.”
Dean woke up and the first thing he did was look at Sam. Sam was still Sam. Then he looked at himself. He was still Dean. He had all his limbs and associated body parts. He looked out the window. The Impala was there. Everything seemed normal.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sam growled sleepily.
"Just checking."
"Man, that Angel has got you on the hop" Sam chortled as his swung his long legs out of bed.
Dean uttered an unintelligible expletive under his breath.
As they drove towards the location Cas had told them was the meeting place for the witches, Dean wondered out loud “He’s not yanking our chains is he?”
"Why would he be yanking mine? He’s sent me with you and I haven’t done anything to him." Sam said.
"You’re not exactly innocent here, I would say you are…complicit." Dean gave his brother a sideways glance.
Sam shrugged.
The place Cas led them to was a small hall in a back street filled with factories. As it was a Saturday, the factories were closed. The street was eerily silent.
"Is it weird they’re gathering during the day?" Dean said, eyeing off the building.
"Maybe they are getting ready for something?" Sam offered
"Maybe they are just doing some lame spells to help their kids at school" Dean shot back.
At that moment they saw a women with a small boy. He was kicking and screaming. She had him under her arm and was forcibly trying to keep him quiet. She knocked on the door and disappeared inside, the boy hollering, arms outstretched in a feeble attempt to escape.
"That doesn’t look right," Dean said as he got out of the car. "Grab my duffle Sam, if they’re doing something to kids I’m gonna kick their skeevy asses."
Sam reached into the back seat for Dean’s duffle. “Dean, where is it? In the trunk?”
"No man I threw it in the backseat."
"No you didn’t."
"Yeah, I’m sure I did" Dean walked back over to check for himself. "I remember…."
"You were so damn busy worrying about Cas you forgot it?" Sam looked at his brother incredulously.
"No I… Crap, we need that. Can’t go in there naked."
They stood for a minute looking at each other.
Sam frowned. “I’ll go back and get it, you keep an eye on what’s going on here and do not go in there with out me.”
"Well hurry up" Dean said tossing his brother the keys. He watched as Sam sped away. His spidey senses were tingling.
Dean made his way over to the building. It was a nondescript white hall with an emblem over the door. The windows were high. Dean looked for something to clamber up on. He found a large dumpster and in one push, hauled himself up. The windows were filthy and difficult to see through. Peering as best as he could through a small gap in the dirt, he could make out what looked like 6 women all wearing robes. They had their backs to him. He could see the kid who’d been dragged in, cowering in the corner, crying up a storm. There was a long table with a red cloth but the women were blocking it. From the angle he was at he couldn’t see what was going on and he couldn’t see the rest of the room. Then a movement caught his eye and he realised there were people in front of the women, was it more kids? Dean tried to clear a larger patch on the window. At that moment the women all raised their arms in the air, they were holding wands. Yelling something he didn’t understand they all threw their arms forward. There was a burst of light and great squeal filled the air.
That was it. Dean pulled his gun from his waistband and leapt from the dumpster. Running to the door he slowly turned the handle then burst through gun raised. He stopped short and hastily stowed his gun in the back of his jeans.
6 women wearing witches robes and about 15 kids dressed in robes and hats all turned and stared at him.
"There you are!" one of the women said as she strode forward. Dean went on guard. "You’re late" she whispered as she grabbed his arm leading him towards the crowd. "Mr Castiel said that you’d be here half an hour ago…and you’re not in costume! I’ll be making a complaint to your company I can tell you. Never mind that now. The children have been waiting for their Dumbledore." She hauled him bodily across the room.
"Their what…Mr…what…hang on, what?" Dean dug in his heals.
"Mr Winchester isn’t it? Mr Winchester it’s bad enough that you look like…that…." She said casting her hand up and down his body, sneering at his appearance. "But don’t disappoint the children, they are waiting to be sorted."
Dean literally had no idea what was going on.
The woman dragged him to the red table and sat him on a large chair. “Children, I’m afraid Headmaster Dumbledore was unable to make it today, Ministry of Magic emergency, but he has sent his….apprentice….Professor Winchester.” The children all cheered. She handed Dean a tall witches hat. “Here” she whispered. “Just tell them whether they are in Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw and Jeffery is the birthday boy, it’s his party, make sure he’s in Gryffindor or he’ll pitch a fit.”
"Lady…I have…" She stared at Dean with a withering look. "Oooo-kay Gryfinwhatever it is."
Sam pulled up and didn’t see Dean. “Damn it” he said. He got out and cased the building. Seeing the dumpster he pushed himself up and peered through the small window. There was his brother. Kid on his knee. Sorting hat in hand. Sam burst out laughing.
He watched as his brother put the hat on the kid and said “Slytherin.” The kid screamed. “No I am Gryffindor!” “Kid the hat says your Slytherin, get over it.” “No!” The kid was kicking Dean. “Kid, I ain’t got the patience, you’re Slytherin ok?” Dean flashed his gun. The kid nodded wide-eyed, took a Slytherin scarf and backed away.
Sam covered his face and shook his head.
About an hour later Dean emerged. He had stars painted on his face and a small piece of cake wrapped in a serviette. Sam was leaning back against the Impala; arms crossed grinning like an idiot.
"How long you been out here?" Dean snarled.
"Long enough to see become a bon-e-fide member of the Gryffindor house. I would have thought you more Hufflepuff myself." Sam thought he saw steam come from his brother’s ears.
"Very freakin’ funny Sam. You’d couldn’t a come in and rescued me?"
"Looked like you were doing fine." Sam tossed Dean the keys. "I take it this was Cas?"
"Mr Castiel to be exact." Dean rolled his eyes and slid into the Impala. "Dude, I’m seriously going to kick that nerd Angel’s butt."
Sam laughed. “You know you have stars painted on your face?”
"I’m aware…but on the flipside, I have cake and…." pulling two pieces of rumbled paper from his pocket. He turned to his brother and grinned. "Marcy’s and Lydia’s numbers….messy divorces." He wiggled his eyebrows.
Sam shook his head.
"Bein’ easy is all upside" Dean smirked. "I’m still gonna get that Angel back, even though he may have unintentionally got me laid." Dean thought for a moment. "What does Avada Kadavra mean anyway?"
"I believe that’s a killing curse."
"Huh, I knew I should have shot that little shit."
Dean fired up the car and screeched down the road.
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I really couldn’t decide who won this one…I think it was a tie what with the Dean getting laid and all!
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Cas is moody, Dean is wary…where will these prank wars end? Cas and Dean embark on another attempt to out prank each other…but who takes the prize this time round?

It’d been a quiet few weeks since Cas decided to clone Dean and Dean decided it was the best thing ever.

Dean had spent the first week or so nervously looking over his shoulder, waiting for the Angel to make the next move. But as the days went by he started to think, maybe Cas had decided to call it quits on their prank war.

After the doppelganger incident, Sam and Dean took on a few run of the mill salt and burns. There was the ghost of a teenage boy who haunted an old lady simply because he was the same douchebag in death as he was in life, a couple who refused to leave the house they accidently gassed themselves in and a biker guy who decided the last place he got a tattoo was where he wanted to spend eternity. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing they couldn’t handle and nothing set up by Cas. Dean was starting to breath easy again.

The brothers had just disposed of the biker’s bones and were kicking back in their motel room, beers in hand and feet on the table when a gust of wind and a whooshing sound filled the air.

"Sam. ….Dean" Cas said, squinting his eyes and openly glaring at the elder Winchester.

Dean sat up a little straighter in his chair, sliding his feet off the table and onto the floor.

"Hey Cas…..how’s it been?" He tried to sound as casual as possible. "We’ve been wondering where you were."

"Have you?" Cas replied, eyebrows raised, a smirk creeping into the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah sure, we’ve been wondering what you’ve been up to, haven’t we Sam?" Dean kicked his brother’s chair under the table.

"Yeah, Cas" Sam said frowning at his brother. "Everything ok?"

"I’ve been busy." Cas said dismissively. "Too busy to be…playing games." He looked pointedly at the Dean.

Dean visibly relaxed. “Well, I’m glad to hear that Cas because, well I think we should probably put everything behind us, give the pranks a rest, whatdya say?”

Cas eyed Dean suspiciously. “Of course” he said, narrowing his eyes.

Dean returned the stare. They were visibly sizing each other up.

It was a standoff.

Sam looked at his brother, then at Cas and shook his head. “So ummm Cas, why are you here?” he said trying to hide a smirk.

"I thought you should be aware that there is a coven of witches active in the next town. They are having a gathering tomorrow. I thought you might like to….check it out" he said awkwardly as he glanced from Sam to Dean.

"Witches?" Dean sneered, "Man I hate witches." He visibly shuddered.

Cas frowned. “Does that mean you will or won’t look into it?”

"Yeah Cas of course we will" Sam said, "If you want us to, of course."

"Thank you." Cas replied, looking at Sam. He emphasised the ‘you’. He’d obviously not forgiven Dean for turning his last prank around on him.

Dean arched an eyebrow. “Ok, so, these witches, what can you tell us about them?”

Cas gave them what information he had. It was a new coven as far as he was aware. It was of a considerable size and they were meeting tomorrow, for what he didn’t know.

"Not much to go on" Dean openly whinged.

"I’m sorry Dean that I can not do your job for you." Cas snarked back.

"What? No I was….never mind." Dean could tell the Angel was in a mood.

"Thanks Cas" Sam stepped in again, trying to be peacekeeper. "We’ll get on to it tomorrow, let you know what we find out."

There was a gust of wind and Cas was gone.

"Moody bastard" Dean mumbled.

"Dude, you’re going to have to make an effort to patch things up with him."

"Hey I was being nice, it was him who was being a little bitch." Dean picked up his beer and took a swig.

"Still, he’s obviously upset with you and that’s not cool, just, just be…just don’t be so you."

Dean shook his head, “Whatever dude. I’m having a shower and turning in.” He got up and walked towards the bathroom. “Witches” he mumbled. “Awesome.”


Dean woke up and the first thing he did was look at Sam. Sam was still Sam. Then he looked at himself. He was still Dean. He had all his limbs and associated body parts. He looked out the window. The Impala was there. Everything seemed normal.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam growled sleepily.

"Just checking."

"Man, that Angel has got you on the hop" Sam chortled as his swung his long legs out of bed.

Dean uttered an unintelligible expletive under his breath.

As they drove towards the location Cas had told them was the meeting place for the witches, Dean wondered out loud “He’s not yanking our chains is he?”

"Why would he be yanking mine? He’s sent me with you and I haven’t done anything to him." Sam said.

"You’re not exactly innocent here, I would say you are…complicit." Dean gave his brother a sideways glance.

Sam shrugged.

The place Cas led them to was a small hall in a back street filled with factories. As it was a Saturday, the factories were closed. The street was eerily silent.

"Is it weird they’re gathering during the day?" Dean said, eyeing off the building.

"Maybe they are getting ready for something?" Sam offered

"Maybe they are just doing some lame spells to help their kids at school" Dean shot back.

At that moment they saw a women with a small boy. He was kicking and screaming. She had him under her arm and was forcibly trying to keep him quiet. She knocked on the door and disappeared inside, the boy hollering, arms outstretched in a feeble attempt to escape.

"That doesn’t look right," Dean said as he got out of the car. "Grab my duffle Sam, if they’re doing something to kids I’m gonna kick their skeevy asses."

Sam reached into the back seat for Dean’s duffle. “Dean, where is it? In the trunk?”

"No man I threw it in the backseat."

"No you didn’t."

"Yeah, I’m sure I did" Dean walked back over to check for himself. "I remember…."

"You were so damn busy worrying about Cas you forgot it?" Sam looked at his brother incredulously.

"No I… Crap, we need that. Can’t go in there naked."

They stood for a minute looking at each other.

Sam frowned. “I’ll go back and get it, you keep an eye on what’s going on here and do not go in there with out me.”

"Well hurry up" Dean said tossing his brother the keys. He watched as Sam sped away. His spidey senses were tingling.


Dean made his way over to the building. It was a nondescript white hall with an emblem over the door. The windows were high. Dean looked for something to clamber up on. He found a large dumpster and in one push, hauled himself up. The windows were filthy and difficult to see through. Peering as best as he could through a small gap in the dirt, he could make out what looked like 6 women all wearing robes. They had their backs to him. He could see the kid who’d been dragged in, cowering in the corner, crying up a storm. There was a long table with a red cloth but the women were blocking it. From the angle he was at he couldn’t see what was going on and he couldn’t see the rest of the room. Then a movement caught his eye and he realised there were people in front of the women, was it more kids? Dean tried to clear a larger patch on the window. At that moment the women all raised their arms in the air, they were holding wands. Yelling something he didn’t understand they all threw their arms forward. There was a burst of light and great squeal filled the air.

That was it. Dean pulled his gun from his waistband and leapt from the dumpster. Running to the door he slowly turned the handle then burst through gun raised. He stopped short and hastily stowed his gun in the back of his jeans.

6 women wearing witches robes and about 15 kids dressed in robes and hats all turned and stared at him.

"There you are!" one of the women said as she strode forward. Dean went on guard. "You’re late" she whispered as she grabbed his arm leading him towards the crowd. "Mr Castiel said that you’d be here half an hour ago…and you’re not in costume! I’ll be making a complaint to your company I can tell you. Never mind that now. The children have been waiting for their Dumbledore." She hauled him bodily across the room.

"Their what…Mr…what…hang on, what?" Dean dug in his heals.

"Mr Winchester isn’t it? Mr Winchester it’s bad enough that you look like…that…." She said casting her hand up and down his body, sneering at his appearance. "But don’t disappoint the children, they are waiting to be sorted."

Dean literally had no idea what was going on.

The woman dragged him to the red table and sat him on a large chair. “Children, I’m afraid Headmaster Dumbledore was unable to make it today, Ministry of Magic emergency, but he has sent his….apprentice….Professor Winchester.” The children all cheered. She handed Dean a tall witches hat. “Here” she whispered. “Just tell them whether they are in Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw and Jeffery is the birthday boy, it’s his party, make sure he’s in Gryffindor or he’ll pitch a fit.”

"Lady…I have…" She stared at Dean with a withering look. "Oooo-kay Gryfinwhatever it is."


Sam pulled up and didn’t see Dean. “Damn it” he said. He got out and cased the building. Seeing the dumpster he pushed himself up and peered through the small window. There was his brother. Kid on his knee. Sorting hat in hand. Sam burst out laughing.

He watched as his brother put the hat on the kid and said “Slytherin.” The kid screamed. “No I am Gryffindor!” “Kid the hat says your Slytherin, get over it.” “No!” The kid was kicking Dean. “Kid, I ain’t got the patience, you’re Slytherin ok?” Dean flashed his gun. The kid nodded wide-eyed, took a Slytherin scarf and backed away.

Sam covered his face and shook his head.

About an hour later Dean emerged. He had stars painted on his face and a small piece of cake wrapped in a serviette. Sam was leaning back against the Impala; arms crossed grinning like an idiot.

"How long you been out here?" Dean snarled.

"Long enough to see become a bon-e-fide member of the Gryffindor house. I would have thought you more Hufflepuff myself." Sam thought he saw steam come from his brother’s ears.

"Very freakin’ funny Sam. You’d couldn’t a come in and rescued me?"

"Looked like you were doing fine." Sam tossed Dean the keys. "I take it this was Cas?"

"Mr Castiel to be exact." Dean rolled his eyes and slid into the Impala. "Dude, I’m seriously going to kick that nerd Angel’s butt."

Sam laughed. “You know you have stars painted on your face?”

"I’m aware…but on the flipside, I have cake and…." pulling two pieces of rumbled paper from his pocket. He turned to his brother and grinned. "Marcy’s and Lydia’s numbers….messy divorces." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Sam shook his head.

"Bein’ easy is all upside" Dean smirked. "I’m still gonna get that Angel back, even though he may have unintentionally got me laid." Dean thought for a moment. "What does Avada Kadavra mean anyway?"

"I believe that’s a killing curse."

"Huh, I knew I should have shot that little shit."

Dean fired up the car and screeched down the road.

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Cas comes up with a plan to pay Dean back for that awkward internet date prank!
Inspired by my awesome friend Jen who I love to pieces and who loves my Dean…
 

Dean was deep in concentration, working under his baby’s hood when Sam put a beer down next to him. Dean jumped so high he banged his head on the underside of the raised bonnet.
"Jesus Sam!" Dean spun around and glared at his brother. "Give a guy a bit of warning next time." He growled, rubbing the top of his skull.
"You’ve been awful twitchy lately Dean, what’s going on?"
"What? Nothing. Nothing’s going on and I ain’t twitchy" Dean grabbed for the beer and took a gulp.
"Yeah you are and I think I know why."
"Oh yeah, enlighten me Sammy."
"Cas."
"Cas what?"
"You’re worried about Cas and what he has in store for you."
Dean shot his brother a look before turning around and bending back down over his baby’s engine. “Yeah right. I ain’t scared of that nerd Angel.” He muttered reaching for a torque wrench.
"Sure you are Dean, I know you, you’ve been a bundle of nerves ever since he basically called game on. You’re worried about his next move."
Dean swung around. “I’m not worried Sam. I can take whatever Cas dishes out. Anyway, it was just a joke, that Angel’s gotta grow himself a sense of humour.”
"Well he obviously didn’t see it as a joke."
"Well, he should’ve. A Blind date? I thought it was pretty funny."
Sam laughed, “Yeah I know you did, but I think Cas just finds you…irritating.”
"Pfffft" Dean rolled his eyes. "I ain’t irritating."
"Yeah, you are Dean." 
"Well, I don’t seem to bug you none." Dean said, looking at his brother confidently.
"Yeah…you do." Sam shook his head and chuckled.
"What? I do not. I’m a joy to live with."
"Dean, you are not a joy to live with, you’re as annoying as hell." Sam laughed.
"What?" Dean looked hurt. "What do you mean?"
"Well you’ve got some pretty lousy habits. But Dean, it’s cool, I’ve had years to get used to them. Cas on the other hand…"
Dean furrowed his brow.
"Look, don’t worry about it," Sam said reassuringly, "I’m sure Cas’ forgotten all about your little prank war by now. Hurry up and finish with the car, so we can go get some food."
"I’m not irritating," Dean mumbled into the open neck of his beer as he took another swig. "I’m a freakin’ delight!" he yelled as he watched his brother walk away. Pouting only a little, he looked cautiously around the motel car park, before bending back over the engine and resuming work.
 

Dean stepped out of the bathroom rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He dropped it on the floor in a sodden heap.
"Rise and shine Sammy," he hollered as he slapped the bottom of his brother’s feet. He flicked on the radio, AC/DC ‘Long Way To The Top’ blared out. Dean turned it up. "Sam, get up princess, no amount of beauty sleep is gonna fix your ugly mug." Dean yanked on the covers. Gasping he stumbled back. "What the f….. Where’s Sam?"
Dean rolled over placing a hand across his eyes to protect them from the glare of the light. “What?” He said groggily. Suddenly, he shot up diving from the bed and pressing his back against the wall. “What the f….. What the hell is going on?”
Dean ran to his duffle and grabbed his gun. “Where is my brother?” he yelled above the strains of Bon Scott’s bagpipe solo.
Dean pressed himself further into the wall. As he shook his head to clear the fog of sleep he shouted, “Who the hell are you? Where’s Sam?”
There was a beat of silence.
"What?" both Deans said at the same time. They stared at each other across the room, chests heaving as they assessed the situation. Simultaneously they closed their eyes and breathed out "Cas."
Dean1 threw his gun on the table with a loud clang. “CAS.” He yelled in an angry snarl. “Very freakin’ funny Cas! Get down here.”
Nothing.
Dean2 gave it a whirl. “Cas what the hell? Where’s Sam? Get your feathery ass down here, NOW.”
Still nothing.
AC/DC finished and Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Double Trouble’ filled the room. The Deans turned and scowled at the radio.
 

Dean1 rubbed a hand down his face and moved over to the bedside table, flicking off the music. He looked at his doppelganger, still pressed up against the wall. “Hilarious.” he said, dropping down on to one of the unmade beds. “He finds me annoying, so he wants to show me just how annoying I am.” He put his head in his hands. 
"That Angel ain’t got no sense of humour." Dean2 said as he started to relax.
"You’re telling me." Dean1 looked up.
"Technically, I’m telling me." Dean2 said, shaking his head. They both chuckled.
"The question is," Dean1 said, as eyed his twin standing opposite him, "Where’s Sam?"
"Well Cas’d never do anything to hurt him, so I’m sure he’s ok, somewhere."
They stared at each other for a long moment. “Damn, I’m a fine looking man.” Dean1 grinned.
"Yes you are." Dean2 replied. They laughed.
At that moment Dean’s phone rang and they both went for it. Dean1 got to it first and snatched it away, grinning triumphantly. Looking down he saw it was Sam’s number. “Sammy? Sam you ok?”
"Yeah, Dean I’m fine. Are you ok?" There was an edge of panic to Sam’s voice.
"I’m fine Sam, I’m fine. I’m in the motel room. Where are you?" Dean2 sat next to Dean1, pushing his ear up against the phone to try and hear the conversation.
"I’m at Bobby’s. I just woke up here. What’s going on?"
Dean1 shoved Dean2 away, glaring at him as he got up and moved across the room. “Cas’ idea of a joke Sam. I….” he tried to figure out how to put it. “Well, you know how yesterday you were telling me how annoying I am?”
"Yeah….." Sam said warily. 
"Well, I think Cas wants to show me…." Dean1 trailed off. 
"I don’t get it." Sam said confused. "How can leaving you on your own prove to you how annoying you are?"
"I’m not on my own. I’m with….myself." Dean1 scratched his head and looked over at Dean2. "He’s switched you out for me. There’re 2 of me Sammy. I’m looking at my freakin’ double." 
Sam took a second to respond. “Huh.” he said finally, “That’s pretty inventive.” 
"Yeah, the Angel’s got an imagination. Whoop-dee-doo. Look he’s not answering my….our prayers. So stay put, I’m….we’re gonna come to you and we’ll summon him ok? 
"Ok, sure Dean, I’ll see you, errrr, both of you tomorrow sometime. Be careful though…you can be a handful." Sam laughed and hung up.
Dean1 let out a deep sigh. “Ok man, go have a shower or something we gotta hit the road.”
Dean2 grunted in agreement, stood up and made his way to the bathroom. “Dude, all the towels are wet and could you not hang them up?” He slammed the door shut.
Dean1 shook his head, got up and started packing. He took out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt for his twin and left them on the bed. He tucked a gun into his belt, grabbed his duffle and took it to the car, tossing it on the backseat. He returned to the motel room just in time to hear a scream come from the bathroom. “What!” he called out as he ran to the bathroom door. “What’s happening?”
"You used all the hot water you dick! It’s gone cold on me!" Dean2 yelled out.
Dean1 placed his forehead against the door and breathed deeply. “Don’t be such a….” girl? Was he about to call himself a girl? He sighed. “Just hurry up, you’ve been in there for ages!” Walking away he muttered, “Takes the longest damn showers in history.” He stopped dead and grimaced. God damn it, he thought, I’m irritating myself! Shaking his head, he closed his eyes, turned his face towards Heaven and whispered, “Castiel… I’m gonna get you.”
 

 Dean2 was finally ready to go.
"You take long enough?" Dean1 moaned.
"Takes time to be this awesome." Dean2 said smirking.
"Whatever dude, just get your ass in the car." Dean1 went to pick up the keys but Dean2 snagged them. 
"I’ll drive" Dean2 said walking for the door.
"They hell you will." Dean1 grabbed him and swung him around stretching for the keys. Dean2 held them behind his back. "Give me the damn keys." Dean1 growled.
"My car. I drive."
"It’s not your car you…. Give me my keys." Dean1 punched Dean2 in the gut. He buckled over dropping the keys to the ground. "Thank you." Dean1 said. Scooping them up, he strode towards the Impala. 
 

Dean2 sidled into the passenger seat. “Low blow.” he said.
"It got the job done" Dean1 said through a wide grin.
"Yeah well, cheap shot s’all I’m saying."
"Yeah, whatever."
They drove without speaking for longer than was comfortable.
Dean1 finally broke the awkward silence. “Ummm, wanna listen to some music?” 
"Sure." Dean2 grabbed the box of cassettes and started looking through them. He slid his selection into the car stereo and pressed play. Led Zeppelin exploded into the air.
"I love this one!" Dean1 said drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel.
"Me too!" Dean2 said drumming his hands on the dash.
They both sung along, loud and tuneless.
"Sammy never lets me listen to my music this loud." Dean1 hollered out.
"That’s because Sam’s a girl." Dean2 bellowed.
Dean1 laughed! “Damn straight! He likes all that emo crap.” 
"I know, what’s with that? Nothing beats classic rock man."
They looked at each other nodding and smiling. Dean1 leaned forward and turned the music up even louder. It was deafening. They both grinned.
 

By the time they had to stop for the night, the Deans were getting along like a house on fire. They’d spent the drive listening to all their favourite songs, reminiscing about girls, talking through their best hunts. It was like Dean Winchester’s greatest hits.
They checked into the local motel and headed to a bar. They ordered beers, double bacon cheeseburgers with fries and continued the celebration of their Deanness.
"What about that time we put itching powder in Sam jocks." Dean1 laughed slapping his hand of the table.
"Oh man, yeah that was a good one. Or the time we told dad that it was Sam who accidentally washed the car with dad’s stash of holy water!" 
"Dude, he got into so much trouble for that! We probably should’ve come clean." Dean1 shook his head smiling.
"Yeah probably." Dean2 added chuckling.
They looked up, clinked their bottles and smirked. “Good times,” they said in unison before taking a swig of beer.
"It’s getting late," Dean1 said. "I guess we should start thinking about heading off?" He looked expectantly at his double.
Dean2 rolled his eyes, “Who’d you become all of a sudden? Sammy? The night’s young! I say we knock back a couple of shots and really get this party started.”
Just then Dean1 spied a couple of girls at the bar. He nodded his head to Dean2 and cocked an eyebrow. “You thinking what I’m thinking? 
Dean2 laughed, “I can pretty much guarantee it.” 
They got up, beers in hand and sauntered over to the bar.
"Ladies." Dean1 said. "I’m Dean and this is my twin…." He panicked and looked at his double.
"James" Dean2 said smiling.
"James and Dean?" said one of the girls, looking the apparent twins up and down appreciatively.
"Our mum was a fan." Dean1 adlibbed, "And what’s your name sweetheart?" he cooed as he slung his arm around the prettiest girl’s shoulder and pulled her in to him.
 

The Deans arrived at Bobby’s late afternoon. They took turns driving while the other slept it off. They were hung-over, exhausted and extremely happy.
As they walked up the stairs to Bobby’s front door they were laughing, reliving their antics from the night before.
Sam opened the door just in time to hear Dean1 say, “Dude, those chicks were….” They swung around to face Sam, a wicked grin across both their faces. “Sammy!” they said together.
Sam looked from Dean to Dean and shook his head. “Looks like Cas’ prank may have backfired.” 
 

Cas glared across the room at Dean.
"Seriously Cas, I gotta thank you man, that was the best time I’ve had for ages. Damn. I’m awesome. I mean I’m totally awesome. And handsome!" Dean flicked a sly wink at Sam. "I gotta thank you Cas for reminding me. I know I can get pretty down on myself sometimes. Trust you to be so…thoughtful as to figure out a way to make me realise how truly excellent I am. I mean it, seriously Cas; thanks a bunch. Not sure how I can ever repay you." Dean knew he was laying it on thick, but he just couldn’t help himself.
Cas narrowed his eyes. “No problem Dean,” he said through gritted teeth, “What are friends for?”
"Exactly. Exactly, see that’s what I’ve been saying to Sam. What are friends for?" Dean’s smirk widened. "I’ll have to think of a way to pay you back Cas. You know, because that’s what pals do."
Sam and Dean looked away as a whoosh of air and flapping wings filled the room. Cas had left.
Dean clapped and laughed so hard that he had to bend over and put his hands on his knees. “Oh man that was good.”
Sam shook his head. “You’re never going to learn are you?”
"Nope" Dean said grinning, "But that’s part of my charm." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Though Sammy, I promise I’m gonna try and pick up after myself a bit better in future, you know, hang those wet towels up after I shower.” He looked at his brother, eyes sparkling.
"No you won’t"
"Nope. I won’t"
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Cas comes up with a plan to pay Dean back for that awkward internet date prank!

Inspired by my awesome friend Jen who I love to pieces and who loves my Dean…


Dean was deep in concentration, working under his baby’s hood when Sam put a beer down next to him. Dean jumped so high he banged his head on the underside of the raised bonnet.

"Jesus Sam!" Dean spun around and glared at his brother. "Give a guy a bit of warning next time." He growled, rubbing the top of his skull.

"You’ve been awful twitchy lately Dean, what’s going on?"

"What? Nothing. Nothing’s going on and I ain’t twitchy" Dean grabbed for the beer and took a gulp.

"Yeah you are and I think I know why."

"Oh yeah, enlighten me Sammy."

"Cas."

"Cas what?"

"You’re worried about Cas and what he has in store for you."

Dean shot his brother a look before turning around and bending back down over his baby’s engine. “Yeah right. I ain’t scared of that nerd Angel.” He muttered reaching for a torque wrench.

"Sure you are Dean, I know you, you’ve been a bundle of nerves ever since he basically called game on. You’re worried about his next move."

Dean swung around. “I’m not worried Sam. I can take whatever Cas dishes out. Anyway, it was just a joke, that Angel’s gotta grow himself a sense of humour.”

"Well he obviously didn’t see it as a joke."

"Well, he should’ve. A Blind date? I thought it was pretty funny."

Sam laughed, “Yeah I know you did, but I think Cas just finds you…irritating.”

"Pfffft" Dean rolled his eyes. "I ain’t irritating."

"Yeah, you are Dean." 

"Well, I don’t seem to bug you none." Dean said, looking at his brother confidently.

"Yeah…you do." Sam shook his head and chuckled.

"What? I do not. I’m a joy to live with."

"Dean, you are not a joy to live with, you’re as annoying as hell." Sam laughed.

"What?" Dean looked hurt. "What do you mean?"

"Well you’ve got some pretty lousy habits. But Dean, it’s cool, I’ve had years to get used to them. Cas on the other hand…"

Dean furrowed his brow.

"Look, don’t worry about it," Sam said reassuringly, "I’m sure Cas’ forgotten all about your little prank war by now. Hurry up and finish with the car, so we can go get some food."

"I’m not irritating," Dean mumbled into the open neck of his beer as he took another swig. "I’m a freakin’ delight!" he yelled as he watched his brother walk away. Pouting only a little, he looked cautiously around the motel car park, before bending back over the engine and resuming work.


Dean stepped out of the bathroom rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He dropped it on the floor in a sodden heap.

"Rise and shine Sammy," he hollered as he slapped the bottom of his brother’s feet. He flicked on the radio, AC/DC ‘Long Way To The Top’ blared out. Dean turned it up. "Sam, get up princess, no amount of beauty sleep is gonna fix your ugly mug." Dean yanked on the covers. Gasping he stumbled back. "What the f….. Where’s Sam?"

Dean rolled over placing a hand across his eyes to protect them from the glare of the light. “What?” He said groggily. Suddenly, he shot up diving from the bed and pressing his back against the wall. “What the f….. What the hell is going on?”

Dean ran to his duffle and grabbed his gun. “Where is my brother?” he yelled above the strains of Bon Scott’s bagpipe solo.

Dean pressed himself further into the wall. As he shook his head to clear the fog of sleep he shouted, “Who the hell are you? Where’s Sam?”

There was a beat of silence.

"What?" both Deans said at the same time. They stared at each other across the room, chests heaving as they assessed the situation. Simultaneously they closed their eyes and breathed out "Cas."

Dean1 threw his gun on the table with a loud clang. “CAS.” He yelled in an angry snarl. “Very freakin’ funny Cas! Get down here.”

Nothing.

Dean2 gave it a whirl. “Cas what the hell? Where’s Sam? Get your feathery ass down here, NOW.”

Still nothing.

AC/DC finished and Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Double Trouble’ filled the room. The Deans turned and scowled at the radio.


Dean1 rubbed a hand down his face and moved over to the bedside table, flicking off the music. He looked at his doppelganger, still pressed up against the wall. “Hilarious.” he said, dropping down on to one of the unmade beds. “He finds me annoying, so he wants to show me just how annoying I am.” He put his head in his hands. 

"That Angel ain’t got no sense of humour." Dean2 said as he started to relax.

"You’re telling me." Dean1 looked up.

"Technically, I’m telling me." Dean2 said, shaking his head. They both chuckled.

"The question is," Dean1 said, as eyed his twin standing opposite him, "Where’s Sam?"

"Well Cas’d never do anything to hurt him, so I’m sure he’s ok, somewhere."

They stared at each other for a long moment. “Damn, I’m a fine looking man.” Dean1 grinned.

"Yes you are." Dean2 replied. They laughed.

At that moment Dean’s phone rang and they both went for it. Dean1 got to it first and snatched it away, grinning triumphantly. Looking down he saw it was Sam’s number. “Sammy? Sam you ok?”

"Yeah, Dean I’m fine. Are you ok?" There was an edge of panic to Sam’s voice.

"I’m fine Sam, I’m fine. I’m in the motel room. Where are you?" Dean2 sat next to Dean1, pushing his ear up against the phone to try and hear the conversation.

"I’m at Bobby’s. I just woke up here. What’s going on?"

Dean1 shoved Dean2 away, glaring at him as he got up and moved across the room. “Cas’ idea of a joke Sam. I….” he tried to figure out how to put it. “Well, you know how yesterday you were telling me how annoying I am?”

"Yeah….." Sam said warily. 

"Well, I think Cas wants to show me…." Dean1 trailed off. 

"I don’t get it." Sam said confused. "How can leaving you on your own prove to you how annoying you are?"

"I’m not on my own. I’m with….myself." Dean1 scratched his head and looked over at Dean2. "He’s switched you out for me. There’re 2 of me Sammy. I’m looking at my freakin’ double." 

Sam took a second to respond. “Huh.” he said finally, “That’s pretty inventive.” 

"Yeah, the Angel’s got an imagination. Whoop-dee-doo. Look he’s not answering my….our prayers. So stay put, I’m….we’re gonna come to you and we’ll summon him ok? 

"Ok, sure Dean, I’ll see you, errrr, both of you tomorrow sometime. Be careful though…you can be a handful." Sam laughed and hung up.

Dean1 let out a deep sigh. “Ok man, go have a shower or something we gotta hit the road.”

Dean2 grunted in agreement, stood up and made his way to the bathroom. “Dude, all the towels are wet and could you not hang them up?” He slammed the door shut.

Dean1 shook his head, got up and started packing. He took out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt for his twin and left them on the bed. He tucked a gun into his belt, grabbed his duffle and took it to the car, tossing it on the backseat. He returned to the motel room just in time to hear a scream come from the bathroom. “What!” he called out as he ran to the bathroom door. “What’s happening?”

"You used all the hot water you dick! It’s gone cold on me!" Dean2 yelled out.

Dean1 placed his forehead against the door and breathed deeply. “Don’t be such a….” girl? Was he about to call himself a girl? He sighed. “Just hurry up, you’ve been in there for ages!” Walking away he muttered, “Takes the longest damn showers in history.” He stopped dead and grimaced. God damn it, he thought, I’m irritating myself! Shaking his head, he closed his eyes, turned his face towards Heaven and whispered, “Castiel… I’m gonna get you.”


 Dean2 was finally ready to go.

"You take long enough?" Dean1 moaned.

"Takes time to be this awesome." Dean2 said smirking.

"Whatever dude, just get your ass in the car." Dean1 went to pick up the keys but Dean2 snagged them. 

"I’ll drive" Dean2 said walking for the door.

"They hell you will." Dean1 grabbed him and swung him around stretching for the keys. Dean2 held them behind his back. "Give me the damn keys." Dean1 growled.

"My car. I drive."

"It’s not your car you…. Give me my keys." Dean1 punched Dean2 in the gut. He buckled over dropping the keys to the ground. "Thank you." Dean1 said. Scooping them up, he strode towards the Impala. 


Dean2 sidled into the passenger seat. “Low blow.” he said.

"It got the job done" Dean1 said through a wide grin.

"Yeah well, cheap shot s’all I’m saying."

"Yeah, whatever."

They drove without speaking for longer than was comfortable.

Dean1 finally broke the awkward silence. “Ummm, wanna listen to some music?” 

"Sure." Dean2 grabbed the box of cassettes and started looking through them. He slid his selection into the car stereo and pressed play. Led Zeppelin exploded into the air.

"I love this one!" Dean1 said drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel.

"Me too!" Dean2 said drumming his hands on the dash.

They both sung along, loud and tuneless.

"Sammy never lets me listen to my music this loud." Dean1 hollered out.

"That’s because Sam’s a girl." Dean2 bellowed.

Dean1 laughed! “Damn straight! He likes all that emo crap.” 

"I know, what’s with that? Nothing beats classic rock man."

They looked at each other nodding and smiling. Dean1 leaned forward and turned the music up even louder. It was deafening. They both grinned.


By the time they had to stop for the night, the Deans were getting along like a house on fire. They’d spent the drive listening to all their favourite songs, reminiscing about girls, talking through their best hunts. It was like Dean Winchester’s greatest hits.

They checked into the local motel and headed to a bar. They ordered beers, double bacon cheeseburgers with fries and continued the celebration of their Deanness.

"What about that time we put itching powder in Sam jocks." Dean1 laughed slapping his hand of the table.

"Oh man, yeah that was a good one. Or the time we told dad that it was Sam who accidentally washed the car with dad’s stash of holy water!" 

"Dude, he got into so much trouble for that! We probably should’ve come clean." Dean1 shook his head smiling.

"Yeah probably." Dean2 added chuckling.

They looked up, clinked their bottles and smirked. “Good times,” they said in unison before taking a swig of beer.

"It’s getting late," Dean1 said. "I guess we should start thinking about heading off?" He looked expectantly at his double.

Dean2 rolled his eyes, “Who’d you become all of a sudden? Sammy? The night’s young! I say we knock back a couple of shots and really get this party started.”

Just then Dean1 spied a couple of girls at the bar. He nodded his head to Dean2 and cocked an eyebrow. “You thinking what I’m thinking? 

Dean2 laughed, “I can pretty much guarantee it.” 

They got up, beers in hand and sauntered over to the bar.

"Ladies." Dean1 said. "I’m Dean and this is my twin…." He panicked and looked at his double.

"James" Dean2 said smiling.

"James and Dean?" said one of the girls, looking the apparent twins up and down appreciatively.

"Our mum was a fan." Dean1 adlibbed, "And what’s your name sweetheart?" he cooed as he slung his arm around the prettiest girl’s shoulder and pulled her in to him.


The Deans arrived at Bobby’s late afternoon. They took turns driving while the other slept it off. They were hung-over, exhausted and extremely happy.

As they walked up the stairs to Bobby’s front door they were laughing, reliving their antics from the night before.

Sam opened the door just in time to hear Dean1 say, “Dude, those chicks were….” They swung around to face Sam, a wicked grin across both their faces. “Sammy!” they said together.

Sam looked from Dean to Dean and shook his head. “Looks like Cas’ prank may have backfired.” 


Cas glared across the room at Dean.

"Seriously Cas, I gotta thank you man, that was the best time I’ve had for ages. Damn. I’m awesome. I mean I’m totally awesome. And handsome!" Dean flicked a sly wink at Sam. "I gotta thank you Cas for reminding me. I know I can get pretty down on myself sometimes. Trust you to be so…thoughtful as to figure out a way to make me realise how truly excellent I am. I mean it, seriously Cas; thanks a bunch. Not sure how I can ever repay you." Dean knew he was laying it on thick, but he just couldn’t help himself.

Cas narrowed his eyes. “No problem Dean,” he said through gritted teeth, “What are friends for?”

"Exactly. Exactly, see that’s what I’ve been saying to Sam. What are friends for?" Dean’s smirk widened. "I’ll have to think of a way to pay you back Cas. You know, because that’s what pals do."

Sam and Dean looked away as a whoosh of air and flapping wings filled the room. Cas had left.

Dean clapped and laughed so hard that he had to bend over and put his hands on his knees. “Oh man that was good.”

Sam shook his head. “You’re never going to learn are you?”

"Nope" Dean said grinning, "But that’s part of my charm." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Though Sammy, I promise I’m gonna try and pick up after myself a bit better in future, you know, hang those wet towels up after I shower.” He looked at his brother, eyes sparkling.

"No you won’t"

"Nope. I won’t"

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Dean decides it’s time he paid Cas back for that embarrassing speedos incident.
P.S. I regret nothing….
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“Thanks Cas.” Dean said, dusting himself off.
“Yeah, thanks Cas, they had us out numbered.” Sam hauled himself off the ground.
“You were foolish to take on so many demons at the one time.”
Dean looked around at the empty meat-suits littering the floor. “Yeah, well it’s not like we were expecting some demon convention….. Hey Cas,” he said as he reached into his pocket. “Before you go…” 
Cas looked up.
“Say cheese!” Dean snapped a photo of Cas with his phone.
“What are you doing Dean?” Cas asked, confusion on his face.
“It occurred to me, we don’t have a photo of you. I mean friends have photos of each other right?” Dean smiled.
Cas frowned. “Call me if you need me.” He considered Dean warily before vanishing.
Sam took the phone off Dean and eyed his brother suspiciously. “You wanted a photo of Cas?” he said, looking at the screen.
“Yeah Sammy, what’s wrong with that? He’s our buddy, thought it’d be nice to have a photo of him s’all.” Dean shrugged, snatching his phone back.
“What’re you up to Dean?”
“What? Nothing.” Dean said a little too innocently as he headed for the door.
……
Sam walked in with the Chinese food just as Dean slammed his laptop shut.
Sam looked at him. “You doing research?”
“Yep, just trying to figure out what happened today.” Dean glanced away and took a swig of his beer.
“You. Doing research.” Sam put the Chinese food on the table.
“Yes Sam. Me. Doing research.” Dean tried his hardest to sound indignant.
Sam narrowed his eyes, “What were you doing Dean?”
Dean struggled to control a grin but failed. He opened his laptop and swung it around to show his brother.
“A dating site? You set Cas up on a dating site?” 
“Yep.”
“On a dating site.”
“Yep.” 
“Why Dean?”
“Because I owe him one Sam. The speedos incident…remember?”
“I remember you started it.” Sam said, pulling the laptop closer to get a better look.
“Yeah, well…. Hey you can help me write his bio! I’ve already started but…”
“I’m not gonna help you write his bio!” Sam said as he pushed a container of noodles in front of Dean.
“Why not? Come on Sam, you’re good with all that sensitive, namby pamby stuff girls think they want….until they meet me.” Dean raised his eyebrows.
“Namby pamby? Thanks.” Sam scrolled down. “An accountant?”
Dean shrugged, “He dresses like an accountant.”
“Handsome?”
“Well I ain’t gonna say he’s ugly. Anyway, he’s all right looking for a nerdy guy.” 
“He looks a bit stunned in the picture.” Sam said.
“When doesn’t he look a bit stunned.” Dean chuckled as he spun the laptop back around to have another look. “Would you say he’s above average height?”
“Dean.”
“What?”
“You’re taking this way too seriously.”
“Hey I don’t want him to be one of those poor saps that never gets any responses.”
“Dean!”
“What?” Dean looked up.
Sam laughed. “Eat your food before it gets cold.”
……
Dean woke up and practically ran to his laptop.
“Dude,” Sam said, covering his eyes against the glare of the light, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing Sam, go back to sleep.”
“You’re checking that dating site aren’t you?”
Dean turned and looked at his brother, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Don’t tell me you’re not curious Sam, because I know you are.”
Sam got up and lumbered over to the table, “Yeah well…..”
Dean nodded excitedly, “Let’s see how the nerd Angel did.” He clicked on Cas’ profile. The message box opened.
“32 messages?” Sam said, spinning the laptop around.
“Wow, maybe you should try this site Sammy, they seem to have low standards.” 
“Ha, ha very funny Dean. That does seem like a lot though. What’d you say in his bio?”
“That he’s an accountant, that he’s above average height, that he’s interested in religion, that he likes to fly and that…..he’s a virgin.”
Sam burst out laughing. “You said he’s a virgin?”
“Well, it’s the truth. I didn’t wanna lie or nothin’.” 
“Dean!”
Dean smirked. “D’ya think maybe they see him as a challenge?” 
“D’ya think?” Sam chuckled as he scrolled through the photos of the women. “I have to say, this is kind of brilliant, incredibly mean, but brilliant. You may have out done yourself. Coffee?”
“Yep, then you can help me pick out Cas’ new lady love.” Dean beamed.
……
Sam and Dean sat in the Impala outside the restaurant.
“What’s your plan Dean?” 
“Well, I’ll get him to meet us inside. I’ll tell him to sit at the bar and wait, we’re on our way.”
“And his poor unsuspecting date?”
“Oh I said he’d be wearing a trench-coat and a blue tie, I think she’ll find him ok, don’t you?” Dean winked, then looking skyward, he prayed to Cas. 
“Now what’d we do?” Sam asked.
“Now Sammy, we wait for love to take its course.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows.
“You know he’s gonna get you for this.” 
 “Yeah well, it’ll be worth it.” Dean shrugged as he fired up the engine and sped away.
……
Cas sat at the bar scanning the room for Sam and Dean. As he surveyed the tables a woman caught his eye and smiled. Cas looked over his shoulder. Turning back he saw the woman was moving towards him. She was very pretty with red hair. Cas prepared for assault.
“Hi, I’m Audrey,” the pretty redhead said.
Cas looked at her askance.
Unperturbed, she sat on the barstool next to him.
“You don’t have to be shy, is this your first time…ummm, I mean, oh I’m so sorry, I meant you’re first time on an Internet date?”
“Pardon?” Cas said.
“You are Cas aren’t you?” Audrey continued bravely.
Cas looked around him. “Castiel, yes.”
“Castiel, oh that’s a nice name. So Castiel, you’re an accountant?”
Cas stared, “Ummmm.”
“It’s ok if you’re shy, I understand.” She placed her hand over Cas’. “It can be hard meeting people, that’s why I joined the dating site. I’m guessing that’s why you did too. I’ve got to say, I’m quite surprised by your bio though, you’re a very nice looking man Castiel, can I be so bold as to ask and please tell me if it’s none of my business, but seeing as you did put it on your profile, is remaining a virgin a lifestyle choice or because of your interest in religion?”
Cas closed his eyes. “Dean” he muttered through gritted teeth.
“I beg your pardon?” Audrey said.
……
“Dean! That wasn’t funny.” Cas suddenly appeared in the motel room, scaring Sam and Dean half to death.
“Well looky here Sammy, if it ain’t Romeo.” Dean said, recovering quickly. “How’d you go hotstuff, ya get lucky?” 
“I….” Cas looked awkwardly around the room. “No.”
“No? What happen?” Dean said, a wide grin on his face.
“We talked….” Cas said shuffling.
“And…”
“And apparently I am not her….type.” Cas looked down and closed his eyes.
Dean sniggered, “Ouch. Sorry man.”
Cas looked up, glowering at Dean.
“Hey, it was just a joke Cas” Dean said hands up in surrender. “Ya know? Just paying ya back for the whole speedos thing. Now we’re square right?” Dean smiled and swallowed nervously. It suddenly occurred to him he’d just upped the ante with an Angel.
Cas regarded Dean through narrowed eyes. “Right. Of course Dean,” he said. “I think I’m beginning to….get the hang of it. I believe that makes us, one all?”  Paper flew about the room as Cas disappeared.
Dean stared at the space where Cas had just been standing.
“I think I’ve created a monster Sam.”
Sam laughed. “Oh dude, you’re so screwed.”
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Dean decides it’s time he paid Cas back for that embarrassing speedos incident.

P.S. I regret nothing….

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“Thanks Cas.” Dean said, dusting himself off.

“Yeah, thanks Cas, they had us out numbered.” Sam hauled himself off the ground.

“You were foolish to take on so many demons at the one time.”

Dean looked around at the empty meat-suits littering the floor. “Yeah, well it’s not like we were expecting some demon convention….. Hey Cas,” he said as he reached into his pocket. “Before you go…” 

Cas looked up.

“Say cheese!” Dean snapped a photo of Cas with his phone.

“What are you doing Dean?” Cas asked, confusion on his face.

“It occurred to me, we don’t have a photo of you. I mean friends have photos of each other right?” Dean smiled.

Cas frowned. “Call me if you need me.” He considered Dean warily before vanishing.

Sam took the phone off Dean and eyed his brother suspiciously. “You wanted a photo of Cas?” he said, looking at the screen.

“Yeah Sammy, what’s wrong with that? He’s our buddy, thought it’d be nice to have a photo of him s’all.” Dean shrugged, snatching his phone back.

“What’re you up to Dean?”

“What? Nothing.” Dean said a little too innocently as he headed for the door.

……

Sam walked in with the Chinese food just as Dean slammed his laptop shut.

Sam looked at him. “You doing research?”

“Yep, just trying to figure out what happened today.” Dean glanced away and took a swig of his beer.

“You. Doing research.” Sam put the Chinese food on the table.

“Yes Sam. Me. Doing research.” Dean tried his hardest to sound indignant.

Sam narrowed his eyes, “What were you doing Dean?”

Dean struggled to control a grin but failed. He opened his laptop and swung it around to show his brother.

“A dating site? You set Cas up on a dating site?” 

“Yep.”

“On a dating site.”

“Yep.” 

“Why Dean?”

“Because I owe him one Sam. The speedos incident…remember?”

“I remember you started it.” Sam said, pulling the laptop closer to get a better look.

“Yeah, well…. Hey you can help me write his bio! I’ve already started but…”

“I’m not gonna help you write his bio!” Sam said as he pushed a container of noodles in front of Dean.

“Why not? Come on Sam, you’re good with all that sensitive, namby pamby stuff girls think they want….until they meet me.” Dean raised his eyebrows.

“Namby pamby? Thanks.” Sam scrolled down. “An accountant?”

Dean shrugged, “He dresses like an accountant.”

“Handsome?”

“Well I ain’t gonna say he’s ugly. Anyway, he’s all right looking for a nerdy guy.” 

“He looks a bit stunned in the picture.” Sam said.

“When doesn’t he look a bit stunned.” Dean chuckled as he spun the laptop back around to have another look. “Would you say he’s above average height?”

“Dean.”

“What?”

“You’re taking this way too seriously.”

“Hey I don’t want him to be one of those poor saps that never gets any responses.”

“Dean!”

“What?” Dean looked up.

Sam laughed. “Eat your food before it gets cold.”

……

Dean woke up and practically ran to his laptop.

“Dude,” Sam said, covering his eyes against the glare of the light, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing Sam, go back to sleep.”

“You’re checking that dating site aren’t you?”

Dean turned and looked at his brother, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Don’t tell me you’re not curious Sam, because I know you are.”

Sam got up and lumbered over to the table, “Yeah well…..”

Dean nodded excitedly, “Let’s see how the nerd Angel did.” He clicked on Cas’ profile. The message box opened.

“32 messages?” Sam said, spinning the laptop around.

“Wow, maybe you should try this site Sammy, they seem to have low standards.” 

“Ha, ha very funny Dean. That does seem like a lot though. What’d you say in his bio?”

“That he’s an accountant, that he’s above average height, that he’s interested in religion, that he likes to fly and that…..he’s a virgin.”

Sam burst out laughing. “You said he’s a virgin?”

“Well, it’s the truth. I didn’t wanna lie or nothin’.” 

“Dean!”

Dean smirked. “D’ya think maybe they see him as a challenge?” 

“D’ya think?” Sam chuckled as he scrolled through the photos of the women. “I have to say, this is kind of brilliant, incredibly mean, but brilliant. You may have out done yourself. Coffee?”

“Yep, then you can help me pick out Cas’ new lady love.” Dean beamed.

……

Sam and Dean sat in the Impala outside the restaurant.

“What’s your plan Dean?” 

“Well, I’ll get him to meet us inside. I’ll tell him to sit at the bar and wait, we’re on our way.”

“And his poor unsuspecting date?”

“Oh I said he’d be wearing a trench-coat and a blue tie, I think she’ll find him ok, don’t you?” Dean winked, then looking skyward, he prayed to Cas. 

“Now what’d we do?” Sam asked.

“Now Sammy, we wait for love to take its course.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

“You know he’s gonna get you for this.” 

 “Yeah well, it’ll be worth it.” Dean shrugged as he fired up the engine and sped away.

……

Cas sat at the bar scanning the room for Sam and Dean. As he surveyed the tables a woman caught his eye and smiled. Cas looked over his shoulder. Turning back he saw the woman was moving towards him. She was very pretty with red hair. Cas prepared for assault.

“Hi, I’m Audrey,” the pretty redhead said.

Cas looked at her askance.

Unperturbed, she sat on the barstool next to him.

“You don’t have to be shy, is this your first time…ummm, I mean, oh I’m so sorry, I meant you’re first time on an Internet date?”

“Pardon?” Cas said.

“You are Cas aren’t you?” Audrey continued bravely.

Cas looked around him. “Castiel, yes.”

“Castiel, oh that’s a nice name. So Castiel, you’re an accountant?”

Cas stared, “Ummmm.”

“It’s ok if you’re shy, I understand.” She placed her hand over Cas’. “It can be hard meeting people, that’s why I joined the dating site. I’m guessing that’s why you did too. I’ve got to say, I’m quite surprised by your bio though, you’re a very nice looking man Castiel, can I be so bold as to ask and please tell me if it’s none of my business, but seeing as you did put it on your profile, is remaining a virgin a lifestyle choice or because of your interest in religion?”

Cas closed his eyes. “Dean” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“I beg your pardon?” Audrey said.

……

“Dean! That wasn’t funny.” Cas suddenly appeared in the motel room, scaring Sam and Dean half to death.

“Well looky here Sammy, if it ain’t Romeo.” Dean said, recovering quickly. “How’d you go hotstuff, ya get lucky?” 

“I….” Cas looked awkwardly around the room. “No.”

“No? What happen?” Dean said, a wide grin on his face.

“We talked….” Cas said shuffling.

“And…”

“And apparently I am not her….type.” Cas looked down and closed his eyes.

Dean sniggered, “Ouch. Sorry man.”

Cas looked up, glowering at Dean.

“Hey, it was just a joke Cas” Dean said hands up in surrender. “Ya know? Just paying ya back for the whole speedos thing. Now we’re square right?” Dean smiled and swallowed nervously. It suddenly occurred to him he’d just upped the ante with an Angel.

Cas regarded Dean through narrowed eyes. “Right. Of course Dean,” he said. “I think I’m beginning to….get the hang of it. I believe that makes us, one all?”  Paper flew about the room as Cas disappeared.

Dean stared at the space where Cas had just been standing.

“I think I’ve created a monster Sam.”

Sam laughed. “Oh dude, you’re so screwed.”

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For some reason I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, how will Supernatural end.  The way I see it, it can only go 1 of 2 ways….they both live or they both die. This is just one scenario. Please read through to the epilogue because I would never leave you feeling down…
Dean came to. Dirt and debris surrounded him. He drew in a breath and coughed up blood. A sharp pain shot through his chest. He gasped. Closing his eyes he tried to stand. He let out a scream and fell back to the ground. Carefully lifting himself up on his elbows he looked at his leg, it was ripped to shreds; his jeans were soaked with red. Lying back he called out, “Sam.” There was no answer. “Sam!” He turned his head and saw a familiar leg protruding from behind a pile of what used to pass as a warehouse. “Sammy” he whispered. Rolling himself on to his stomach he dragged his broken body towards his brother. Shards of glass ripped at his skin but Dean didn’t notice. “Sam, Sammy” his voice didn’t sound like his own, it sounded wet. Sam was unconscious, or dead, Dean couldn’t tell. He shoved Sam with all the energy he could muster. It wasn’t much. “Sam damn it, answer me!” Dropping down next to his brother Dean let out a gurgled sob “Sam…” There was a noise beside him, a strange wracking noise that didn’t sound like breathing. “Dean.” Dean rolled onto his side. “Sam? I thought I’d lost you.” “Not yet.” Sam gasped as pain raced through him. “Not yet but….” “Stop it Sam, we gotta get up, we’ve got to get out of here.” “Dean I don’t think I….” “Yes you can, we just need, we just need to get to the car ok Sam? We just need to get to the Impala.” Sam moaned as he pushed up on his arms and lifted himself off the ground. The brothers used each other as support as they stumbled through the wreckage of the building, Dean dragging his leg behind him. “Did we win Dean?” “That depends on your definition of win.” “Did we stop it?” “Yeah Sammy, we stopped it.” “Good.” Sam sighed as he fell against the cool exterior of the Impala. The cold metal felt good against his skin. “Come on Sam get in.” Dean opened the passenger door and helped his brother inside. Using his baby for support he pushed himself around to the drivers seat and fell against her leather. The doors remained open. Dean looked down at his leg. There was what seemed to be an unnatural amount of blood oozing from a wound that went from the top of his thigh to his calf. He could see bone. He put his head back against the seat. “Sam” “Mmmm” “Sammy, I can’t drive” “That’s ok Dean, I don’t think I’m going anywhere.” Dean looked over at his little brother. Sam smiled wanly and lifted his shirt. Dean gurgled out a gasp. Sam’s side was all but gone. “I think we’re bleeding out here Sammy and we’re getting blood all over my upholstery.” Dean valiantly tried to joke. Sam huffed. Taking in a noisy breath, he turned to his older brother, tears filling his hazel eyes, “Dean, I’ve never thanked you.” Dean shot him a sideways look. “For what?” “For everything Dean, for carrying me from our burning house, for raising me, for saving me from disaster after Jess, for, for always standing by me and believing in me even when I let you down.” “You never let me down.” “Yes I did, but you always forgave me and I’ve never thanked you for that, so…” Sam’s voice hitched. “Thank you Dean.” Dean lay still for a moment looking at the ceiling of his car. There was a small tear above his head and he idly wondered why he’d never noticed it. He was starting to get cold and his vision was beginning to dim. Turning to his brother, he raised a bloody hand and said, “No chick flick moments.” Sam smiled, “Jerk.” “Bitch.” They both laughed. Dean closed his eyes, man if he had to go he couldn’t think of a better way, doing what he does best, fighting to the end, lying beside his brother in the only home they’ve ever known. Dean sighed. “It’s been a hell of a ride hey Sam?” But there was silence from the seat beside him. “Sam?” Tears filled Dean’s eyes and splashed onto his cheeks. “Sammy?” But Sam was gone. Dean reached out and took his brother’s hand. “It’s ok little brother, I got you, I got you” and with those words, Dean closed his eyes and died.
EPILOGUE
Dean pushed open the door and strode into the room. It smelt familiar, like timber and booze. “Hey Dr Badass, you better have that sixer on ice!” “Dean?” Ash looked up from his computer screen. “Dean Winchester as I live and breathe” “Well, technically Ash….” Dean laughed and shook the other man’s hand. “You, ummm, you on your own Dean?” “When the hell have you ever known me to be on my own?” Just then the door swung open and in walked Sam. “Hey Ash, good to see you man.” “Sam, good to see you too…well…you know what I mean, grab a seat I’ll get you guys a beer.” Ash made his way behind the bar. “So what happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” “Big showdown, we didn’t make it.” Dean grinned. Sam shook his head. “Big showdown, we stopped it, saved the world…again….and yeah, we didn’t make it.” “Always said those evil sons of bitches would get us one day,” Dean added “But at least we sent them back to Hell before they could finish us off.” Ash nodded. “Good. But, you know I’m ahhhh sorry for your loss.” The boys both stared at Ash, then all three men burst out laughing. “Thanks Ash, but you know what? It’s ok. I mean, I think I was ready, you know, I was done, tired. Now I feel great, no more aches from broken bones, I feel light, I feel freakin’ happy. I’ve even got my baby here in Heaven and man you should hear her purr!” Dean shook his head and burst out laughing again. Sam rolled his eyes “Death seems to agree with Dean.” “This time.” Dean chuckled. Ash handed the boys a beer. “Well I’m glad to have you.” “You’re glad we’re dead is that what your saying?” “Dean!” “What?” Ash couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, cheers Winchesters” Sam and Dean looked up and smiled, “Cheers Ash” they said in unison and the three men clinked their bottles.
Bobby stood in front of the pyre. Two bodies sat atop it wrapped in muslin. He’d always hoped this day would never come, but really, he wasn’t surprised. These boys had been fighting the fight since they were babes in arms. He wasn’t surprised and he wasn’t crying, because knowing what he knows now, they were together, he was sure of it and though he will miss them as if they were his own sons, he couldn’t feel sad because they deserved the break, they deserved the rest. Bobby flicked the lighter onto the wood and watched as flames engulfed the only family he’d known for the last 8 years. Walking away he whispered “See you soon boys and you better have a drink ready for me when I get there.” Reaching out he opened the door of the Impala and slid into the driver’s seat. He ran his hand across the steering wheel “I’ll take good care of her Dean.” Putting his hand into his pocked he pulled out a piece of leather cord. At the end hung a small gold amulet. He’d been looking after it for a couple of years now, always thought one day he’d give it back to Dean but he never got the chance. He quickly slipped the cord over his head and fired up the engine. Bobby knew Sam and Dean were OK, because wherever they were they were together, wherever they were they had each other and in the end, that’s all that matters.
I actually cried writing this…like sobbed when Dean died and I was writing it for heaven’s sake…not like I was surprised! Guess that’s how much I love Dean. Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you thought - Amy
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For some reason I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, how will Supernatural end.  The way I see it, it can only go 1 of 2 ways….they both live or they both die. This is just one scenario. Please read through to the epilogue because I would never leave you feeling down…

Dean came to. Dirt and debris surrounded him. He drew in a breath and coughed up blood. A sharp pain shot through his chest. He gasped. Closing his eyes he tried to stand. He let out a scream and fell back to the ground. Carefully lifting himself up on his elbows he looked at his leg, it was ripped to shreds; his jeans were soaked with red. Lying back he called out, “Sam.” There was no answer. “Sam!” He turned his head and saw a familiar leg protruding from behind a pile of what used to pass as a warehouse. “Sammy” he whispered. Rolling himself on to his stomach he dragged his broken body towards his brother. Shards of glass ripped at his skin but Dean didn’t notice. “Sam, Sammy” his voice didn’t sound like his own, it sounded wet. Sam was unconscious, or dead, Dean couldn’t tell. He shoved Sam with all the energy he could muster. It wasn’t much. “Sam damn it, answer me!” Dropping down next to his brother Dean let out a gurgled sob “Sam…” There was a noise beside him, a strange wracking noise that didn’t sound like breathing. “Dean.” Dean rolled onto his side. “Sam? I thought I’d lost you.” “Not yet.” Sam gasped as pain raced through him. “Not yet but….” “Stop it Sam, we gotta get up, we’ve got to get out of here.” “Dean I don’t think I….” “Yes you can, we just need, we just need to get to the car ok Sam? We just need to get to the Impala.” Sam moaned as he pushed up on his arms and lifted himself off the ground. The brothers used each other as support as they stumbled through the wreckage of the building, Dean dragging his leg behind him. “Did we win Dean?” “That depends on your definition of win.” “Did we stop it?” “Yeah Sammy, we stopped it.” “Good.” Sam sighed as he fell against the cool exterior of the Impala. The cold metal felt good against his skin. “Come on Sam get in.” Dean opened the passenger door and helped his brother inside. Using his baby for support he pushed himself around to the drivers seat and fell against her leather. The doors remained open. Dean looked down at his leg. There was what seemed to be an unnatural amount of blood oozing from a wound that went from the top of his thigh to his calf. He could see bone. He put his head back against the seat. “Sam” “Mmmm” “Sammy, I can’t drive” “That’s ok Dean, I don’t think I’m going anywhere.” Dean looked over at his little brother. Sam smiled wanly and lifted his shirt. Dean gurgled out a gasp. Sam’s side was all but gone. “I think we’re bleeding out here Sammy and we’re getting blood all over my upholstery.” Dean valiantly tried to joke. Sam huffed. Taking in a noisy breath, he turned to his older brother, tears filling his hazel eyes, “Dean, I’ve never thanked you.” Dean shot him a sideways look. “For what?” “For everything Dean, for carrying me from our burning house, for raising me, for saving me from disaster after Jess, for, for always standing by me and believing in me even when I let you down.” “You never let me down.” “Yes I did, but you always forgave me and I’ve never thanked you for that, so…” Sam’s voice hitched. “Thank you Dean.” Dean lay still for a moment looking at the ceiling of his car. There was a small tear above his head and he idly wondered why he’d never noticed it. He was starting to get cold and his vision was beginning to dim. Turning to his brother, he raised a bloody hand and said, “No chick flick moments.” Sam smiled, “Jerk.” “Bitch.” They both laughed. Dean closed his eyes, man if he had to go he couldn’t think of a better way, doing what he does best, fighting to the end, lying beside his brother in the only home they’ve ever known. Dean sighed. “It’s been a hell of a ride hey Sam?” But there was silence from the seat beside him. “Sam?” Tears filled Dean’s eyes and splashed onto his cheeks. “Sammy?” But Sam was gone. Dean reached out and took his brother’s hand. “It’s ok little brother, I got you, I got you” and with those words, Dean closed his eyes and died.

EPILOGUE

Dean pushed open the door and strode into the room. It smelt familiar, like timber and booze. “Hey Dr Badass, you better have that sixer on ice!” “Dean?” Ash looked up from his computer screen. “Dean Winchester as I live and breathe” “Well, technically Ash….” Dean laughed and shook the other man’s hand. “You, ummm, you on your own Dean?” “When the hell have you ever known me to be on my own?” Just then the door swung open and in walked Sam. “Hey Ash, good to see you man.” “Sam, good to see you too…well…you know what I mean, grab a seat I’ll get you guys a beer.” Ash made his way behind the bar. “So what happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” “Big showdown, we didn’t make it.” Dean grinned. Sam shook his head. “Big showdown, we stopped it, saved the world…again….and yeah, we didn’t make it.” “Always said those evil sons of bitches would get us one day,” Dean added “But at least we sent them back to Hell before they could finish us off.” Ash nodded. “Good. But, you know I’m ahhhh sorry for your loss.” The boys both stared at Ash, then all three men burst out laughing. “Thanks Ash, but you know what? It’s ok. I mean, I think I was ready, you know, I was done, tired. Now I feel great, no more aches from broken bones, I feel light, I feel freakin’ happy. I’ve even got my baby here in Heaven and man you should hear her purr!” Dean shook his head and burst out laughing again. Sam rolled his eyes “Death seems to agree with Dean.” “This time.” Dean chuckled. Ash handed the boys a beer. “Well I’m glad to have you.” “You’re glad we’re dead is that what your saying?” “Dean!” “What?” Ash couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, cheers Winchesters” Sam and Dean looked up and smiled, “Cheers Ash” they said in unison and the three men clinked their bottles.

Bobby stood in front of the pyre. Two bodies sat atop it wrapped in muslin. He’d always hoped this day would never come, but really, he wasn’t surprised. These boys had been fighting the fight since they were babes in arms. He wasn’t surprised and he wasn’t crying, because knowing what he knows now, they were together, he was sure of it and though he will miss them as if they were his own sons, he couldn’t feel sad because they deserved the break, they deserved the rest. Bobby flicked the lighter onto the wood and watched as flames engulfed the only family he’d known for the last 8 years. Walking away he whispered “See you soon boys and you better have a drink ready for me when I get there.” Reaching out he opened the door of the Impala and slid into the driver’s seat. He ran his hand across the steering wheel “I’ll take good care of her Dean.” Putting his hand into his pocked he pulled out a piece of leather cord. At the end hung a small gold amulet. He’d been looking after it for a couple of years now, always thought one day he’d give it back to Dean but he never got the chance. He quickly slipped the cord over his head and fired up the engine. Bobby knew Sam and Dean were OK, because wherever they were they were together, wherever they were they had each other and in the end, that’s all that matters.

I actually cried writing this…like sobbed when Dean died and I was writing it for heaven’s sake…not like I was surprised! Guess that’s how much I love Dean. Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you thought - Amy

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“We can’t let it happen again damit!” Dean was pacing up and down the motel room wearing a track in the already well-worn carpet.
“Dean calm down, it’s ok.” 
“It’s not ok, you could’ve killed someone, you could’ve killed Jo, Christ you nearly killed me!”
“I did kill someone,” Sam whispered looking up at his brother from under his fringe.
“No you didn’t.” Dean squatted down in front of Sam and placed a hand on his knee. “No you didn’t Sammy” he said softly “That wasn’t you that was Meg, you know that.”
“I saw it, I felt it.”
“Stop it Sam, it wasn’t you, you were possessed, but there’s no way I’m gonna let that happen again!”
Dean stood up and resumed his pacing.
“We’ve got the protection charms now, that Bobby gave us, we just have to make sure we…”
“We just have to make sure we what, wear them all the damn time, don’t let a demon rip them from our necks, it’s not good enough Sam, it’s not safe enough, we’ve gotta think of something else, there must be another way to make sure this never happens to you again!”
“Or you” added Sam.
“Right or me, I don’t want some chick riding me, making me do God knows what.”
Sam barked out a laugh “Oh yeah, sure you don’t.”
“You know what I mean Sam, this isn’t funny.”
Sam was still chuckling “I know Dean, I know, but what do you suggest we do, get the charm tattooed on us or something?”
Dean stopped pacing and slowly turned around.
“We’re not getting the charm tattooed on us Dean!” 
“Why not? That’s a great idea Sam, we get it tattooed on us and then no evil, son of a bitch demon can ever possess either one of us again.”
“Dean I’m not getting a tattoo!”
“Why not? You scared Sammy, you scared it might hurt, you scared of needles, you scared of a little tattooooooo” Dean challenged his brother knowing exactly the reaction he’d get.
Sam sat up a little straighter “Of course I’m not scared Dean, but I just think, well isn’t that a bit extreme?”
Dean looked at his brother, “You had a knife to Jo’s throat, you shot me…you….well, Sam if it stops that from ever happening again….”
Sam looked away, a shameful blush reddening his cheeks “Yeah, I guess, I guess…”
Dean dropped onto the bed next to his brother “Alright then, so….I guess we need to get a picture of the charm and then, I dunno, find somewhere to get it done?”
Sam looked worried “Shouldn’t we research it first, find somewhere recommended that, you know, is well, clean and I dunno, good?”
Dean laughed and slapped his brother on the back, “Sure thing Sam, you research it, research away, I’m gonna go get us some food.” Dean got up and walked towards the door “A tattoo Sammy, people might actually think you’re tough!”
“Ha ha very funny Dean” and Dean quickly ducked as a pillow soared past his head.
 
Sam and Dean stood on the footpath outside the tattoo parlour. “This one had pretty good reviews and some of their work was really cool.”
Dean rolled his eyes, “We’re not getting the freakin’ Mona Lisa here Sam. You ready little brother, you need me to hold your hand?”
“Shutup” Sam said striding forward and pushing open the door “After you Dean” he challenged.
Dean raised one eyebrow “Yeah ok” he said laughing and he stepped into the shop.
 
Dean walked up to the heavily tattooed girl behind the counter, “Ahhh we have an appointment with um…”
“Tony” said Sam.
“Yeah Tony, for two tattoos.”
The girl eyed them up and down, first Dean, then Sam, then Dean. “You Sam and Dean?”
“Yeah.”
“And you both want the same design right?”
“Yes.” Sam pulled out a picture of the protection charm and showed it to her, “This is it.”
The girl took the piece of paper from Sam and looked at it, then looked back up at the brothers “And you want it….?”
“Over our hearts” said Sam
The girl smiled “A-ha.”
Dean slapped Sam “On our chests, like on the left side.”
“Like over your hearts?” the girl said grinning.
Dean shuffled his feet “Where’s Tony, we’ll just show him where.”
“I’m Toni,” the girl said.
Sam and Dean stared, “You’re Tony?” they said in unison.
“A-ha” she kept smiling.
“Great” mumbled Dean, “Look can we just get this thing done?”
“Sure thing honey, come on through, who’s first, you or your boyfriend?”
Sam and Dean looked surprised, “We’re brothers!” they said in unison again.
“Oh, ummm, I’m sorry,” Toni said awkwardly “I just assumed from the look of you both and…..well….never mind, sorry, come on through, I’ll just get everything set up back here”
Dean shook his head and sighed, “Freakin’ awesome, I’ll never get why people think we’re gay!”
“Don’t worry about it Dean, just, let’s just get this done ok, I’m, well I’m starting to feel a little nervous.”
Dean chuckled “Oh really? You want me to go first Sammy, maybe you’ve changed your mind about me holding your hand?” 
“You really wanna hold my hand after what Toni just said?”
Dean’s smirk dropped. “Come on, let’s just get this over with for Christ’s sake” and he marched in a manly manner towards the rear of the shop.
 
Two hours later Sam and Dean stood on the footpath a piece of plastic wrap poking out of the top of their shirts. “You alright Dean?” Sam looked at his brother who really didn’t look well.
“I’m never getting that done again. Jesus Sam, why did you even suggest that?”
“What? I think I was the one who said it was a bit extreme! I didn’t think you were going to faint though.”
“I didn’t faint!”
“Ok, you didn’t faint, but you sure went pale, or rather, kinda green…”
“Shutup Sam, the woman was a sadist, she enjoyed that.’
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“Yeah ok tough guy, what were those little whimpering noises you were making?”
“I wasn’t whimpering Dean!”
“Alright, alright whatever, let’s just chalk this one up to experience huh?”
Sam pulled his shirt collar down a bit to look at his new tattoo, “I think they’re kinda cool.”
Dean looked at Sam’s tattoo and then pulled his own t-shirt down a little and took a peak, “Yeah, I guess they are kinda cool.”
“And you know what, I know they’re for protection and all but…I think it’s kinda cool we’ve both got the same tattoo, you know and we got it together and…” Sam stumbled “and ummm…you know.”
Still looking down at his tattoo Dean smiled, then looking up at his brother he said the only thing he could think of to mark the occasion, “Bitch.” 
Sam grinned, “Jerk.”
THE END
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“We can’t let it happen again damit!” Dean was pacing up and down the motel room wearing a track in the already well-worn carpet.

“Dean calm down, it’s ok.”

“It’s not ok, you could’ve killed someone, you could’ve killed Jo, Christ you nearly killed me!”

“I did kill someone,” Sam whispered looking up at his brother from under his fringe.

“No you didn’t.” Dean squatted down in front of Sam and placed a hand on his knee. “No you didn’t Sammy” he said softly “That wasn’t you that was Meg, you know that.”

“I saw it, I felt it.”

“Stop it Sam, it wasn’t you, you were possessed, but there’s no way I’m gonna let that happen again!”

Dean stood up and resumed his pacing.

“We’ve got the protection charms now, that Bobby gave us, we just have to make sure we…”

“We just have to make sure we what, wear them all the damn time, don’t let a demon rip them from our necks, it’s not good enough Sam, it’s not safe enough, we’ve gotta think of something else, there must be another way to make sure this never happens to you again!”

“Or you” added Sam.

“Right or me, I don’t want some chick riding me, making me do God knows what.”

Sam barked out a laugh “Oh yeah, sure you don’t.”

“You know what I mean Sam, this isn’t funny.”

Sam was still chuckling “I know Dean, I know, but what do you suggest we do, get the charm tattooed on us or something?”

Dean stopped pacing and slowly turned around.

“We’re not getting the charm tattooed on us Dean!”

“Why not? That’s a great idea Sam, we get it tattooed on us and then no evil, son of a bitch demon can ever possess either one of us again.”

“Dean I’m not getting a tattoo!”

“Why not? You scared Sammy, you scared it might hurt, you scared of needles, you scared of a little tattooooooo” Dean challenged his brother knowing exactly the reaction he’d get.

Sam sat up a little straighter “Of course I’m not scared Dean, but I just think, well isn’t that a bit extreme?”

Dean looked at his brother, “You had a knife to Jo’s throat, you shot me…you….well, Sam if it stops that from ever happening again….”

Sam looked away, a shameful blush reddening his cheeks “Yeah, I guess, I guess…”

Dean dropped onto the bed next to his brother “Alright then, so….I guess we need to get a picture of the charm and then, I dunno, find somewhere to get it done?”

Sam looked worried “Shouldn’t we research it first, find somewhere recommended that, you know, is well, clean and I dunno, good?”

Dean laughed and slapped his brother on the back, “Sure thing Sam, you research it, research away, I’m gonna go get us some food.” Dean got up and walked towards the door “A tattoo Sammy, people might actually think you’re tough!”

“Ha ha very funny Dean” and Dean quickly ducked as a pillow soared past his head.

 

Sam and Dean stood on the footpath outside the tattoo parlour. “This one had pretty good reviews and some of their work was really cool.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “We’re not getting the freakin’ Mona Lisa here Sam. You ready little brother, you need me to hold your hand?”

“Shutup” Sam said striding forward and pushing open the door “After you Dean” he challenged.

Dean raised one eyebrow “Yeah ok” he said laughing and he stepped into the shop.

 

Dean walked up to the heavily tattooed girl behind the counter, “Ahhh we have an appointment with um…”

“Tony” said Sam.

“Yeah Tony, for two tattoos.”

The girl eyed them up and down, first Dean, then Sam, then Dean. “You Sam and Dean?”

“Yeah.”

“And you both want the same design right?”

“Yes.” Sam pulled out a picture of the protection charm and showed it to her, “This is it.”

The girl took the piece of paper from Sam and looked at it, then looked back up at the brothers “And you want it….?”

“Over our hearts” said Sam

The girl smiled “A-ha.”

Dean slapped Sam “On our chests, like on the left side.”

“Like over your hearts?” the girl said grinning.

Dean shuffled his feet “Where’s Tony, we’ll just show him where.”

“I’m Toni,” the girl said.

Sam and Dean stared, “You’re Tony?” they said in unison.

“A-ha” she kept smiling.

“Great” mumbled Dean, “Look can we just get this thing done?”

“Sure thing honey, come on through, who’s first, you or your boyfriend?”

Sam and Dean looked surprised, “We’re brothers!” they said in unison again.

“Oh, ummm, I’m sorry,” Toni said awkwardly “I just assumed from the look of you both and…..well….never mind, sorry, come on through, I’ll just get everything set up back here”

Dean shook his head and sighed, “Freakin’ awesome, I’ll never get why people think we’re gay!”

“Don’t worry about it Dean, just, let’s just get this done ok, I’m, well I’m starting to feel a little nervous.”

Dean chuckled “Oh really? You want me to go first Sammy, maybe you’ve changed your mind about me holding your hand?”

“You really wanna hold my hand after what Toni just said?”

Dean’s smirk dropped. “Come on, let’s just get this over with for Christ’s sake” and he marched in a manly manner towards the rear of the shop.

 

Two hours later Sam and Dean stood on the footpath a piece of plastic wrap poking out of the top of their shirts. “You alright Dean?” Sam looked at his brother who really didn’t look well.

“I’m never getting that done again. Jesus Sam, why did you even suggest that?”

“What? I think I was the one who said it was a bit extreme! I didn’t think you were going to faint though.”

“I didn’t faint!”

“Ok, you didn’t faint, but you sure went pale, or rather, kinda green…”

“Shutup Sam, the woman was a sadist, she enjoyed that.’

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Yeah ok tough guy, what were those little whimpering noises you were making?”

“I wasn’t whimpering Dean!”

“Alright, alright whatever, let’s just chalk this one up to experience huh?”

Sam pulled his shirt collar down a bit to look at his new tattoo, “I think they’re kinda cool.”

Dean looked at Sam’s tattoo and then pulled his own t-shirt down a little and took a peak, “Yeah, I guess they are kinda cool.”

“And you know what, I know they’re for protection and all but…I think it’s kinda cool we’ve both got the same tattoo, you know and we got it together and…” Sam stumbled “and ummm…you know.”

Still looking down at his tattoo Dean smiled, then looking up at his brother he said the only thing he could think of to mark the occasion, “Bitch.”

Sam grinned, “Jerk.”

THE END

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