My Fics:
Bobby Day: Sam and Dean donât have a mom to celebrate on Motherâs Day - they just have a Bobby.
Thisâll be the Day That I Die: âThey had this song, before they got married, that they loved. Cheek to Cheek, you know? And theyâd look so damn sad when itâd play on the record, even though he asked her to marry her to that fuckinâ song. Had to tell Sammy to stop playing that record cause they hated to be reminded of their marriage so much.â Dean swallowed. âHell, the song feels more like a funeral march than anything else after a childhood of that. Promise me? Promise me we wonât be like that? Together and hating each other for it?â
Castiel took in a mouthful of smoke and lied. âI promise.â
Or: The American Pie (by Don McLean) fic
Holy Palmers' Bloody Kiss: Itâs nice, getting to take care of his family, getting to heal his family. Deanâs always been looking out for everyone else, was raised for it, bred for it even, and heâs made his peace with that. Held his baby brother in his arms and he knew what he was made for, going to sleep in beige hotel rooms stained in dark browns and reds with a baby in one hand and a revolver in the other.Â
Heâs never gotten to offer healing, saving, before. Itâs the first time since he was a kid that looking out for family didnât mean guns and death and revenge.Â
Worm Ridden Filth: Mary had told him, that was the danger of them coming up - they werenât made for people. They didnât know how to avoid being hurt, so people needed to be careful to not hurt them.
Dean didnât wanna hurt anybody, least of all a worm.
Or: Dean learns about life and love and death over the years through the power of worms.
Safety in the Stealing and Keeping: The hair isnât what's startling about her. Itâs the oversized brown leather jacket sheâs swathed in, the sleeves uncuffed that her hands just barely peek out from, that ends at the middle of her thighs. It looks like a piece of armor on her. It looks like a blanket on her. It looks startling like a mirror to Dean, who knows that jacket well.
Or: Claire's got some emotional turmoil in a stolen oversized leather jacket. Dean remembers the feeling.
Goodnight Moon: Cas shifts in his arms, turning to face Dean, and just as Cas wants to hold him, Dean is ready to be held in return. Their left arms reach across their chests where they are pressed together, and they do not clasp hands but rest the backs of them against each other, and Deanâs right arm falls to rest on Casâs hip just as Casâs right falls to Deanâs hip, and together they let their foreheads rest on each otherâs.
Or, Cas has insomnia sometimes. Dean brings him back to bed.
