#dean writes

she uses it to finally get you and buck together. buck who has been pining over you since you started working at dispatch over a year ago, you who has been sneaking information about buck “casually” for that same amount of time. she’s sick of waiting for either of you to make a move, so she’s making the move for both of you.

“wow, you look great. did you dye your hair? that’s the type of commitment i’m looking for!” chimney takes the two cases of soda you’re carrying in and nods for you to walk in, the party already in full swing.

“as if, chim. it’s a wig.” you smile at all the familiar faces — the wilson’s dressed as the incredibles with baby bobby filling in as their jack-jack, bobby and athena dressed as batman and catwoman, eddie dressed as clark kent with his superman emblem peaking out and the girl he’s been casually dating dressed as lois lane, chimney and maddie as spiderman and mary-jane. everyone’s got a matching costume — even may and harry are matching with their dates. you feel a little left out being the only one without a pair. that is until you find yourself heading to maddie and chimney’s room to use their restroom (“seriously, it’s fine. this line is insane. just use mine and chim’s!”), and you walk into their room just in time to see buck walk out of the bathroom… dressed as nightwing.

“oh!” buck says, first surprised that he almost ran into you, then he takes a moment to take in your costume. “oh.”

“oh,” you repeat, thankful that there was barely any light in the room, so you felt safe in letting your eyes take him in. boy, did that costume… fit him.

“you look… wow,” he breathes out, his eyes finally meeting yours. “i was just starting to feel like a loner — thought i was the only one not matching with anyone.”

“right? chris even brought a date to match with!” you both laugh, and it takes you second to realize that this wasn’t an accident. “wait… didn’t maddie assign the costumes?”

buck looks taken aback for a second, realization dawning on him, too, and he flushes under neath his mask. “yeah… ugh, this is so embarrassing.”

“embarrassing? for you?”

“well…” buck sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him. when you take the spot, he continues, “maddie’s been trying to get me to… ask you out… for, like, a year now. i think putting us in couples costumes was her trying to help.” he cringes a little, looking sheepish. his shoulders slump further when all the response he gets from you is a loud, uncontrollable laughter. “ouch,” he says, and he hopes he comes off more playful than hurt.

“no! no, i’m sorry,” you say, your laughter quickly dying after realizing it looks like you’re laughing at him. “i just, i thought maddie did this for me. not you.” when all you get is what you think is a confused expression from buck, you decide to just lay it all out the way he did. “i have been, not so subtly, dropping hints that i, kinda, maybe, have a crush on you.”

“so, she did it for… us?”

“i guess she got tired of both of us,” you laugh, this time buck joins you. “well, whatever. i guess it’s out now,” you stretch your hand slightly across the bed to find his, interlocking your pinkies. “i like you, buckley.”

“i like you, too,” he grins, leaning in to kiss your cheek. he doesn’t realize you’ve pivoted at the last minute to do the same, your lips brushing against each others lightly before you both quickly pull away, quickly apologizing to the other. when you realize you both went in for the same thing, you can’t help but laugh again — you two are a mess.

“fuck it,” he mumbles after the laughter calms, his index finger hooking underneath your chin to tilt your face back toward his, leaning in to kiss you properly. he has to pull away from smiling too big when you reciprocate it.

“finally,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him again when the door opens, making you both jump apart.

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You shouldn’t be awake right now. Darcy will be the first to notice you, even before you notice you’re awake yourself, “Shit, Ash - She woke up already," He would call out to the other person in the room.

From where you laid on the unclean hospital stretcher, you can make out that the room was cramped - undeniably so. Especially with how Darcy’s almost hulking figure seems to be covering a large part of the room on your right side. To keep you steady, the larger man would reach down to keep one side of your arm pressed down onto the bed. 

It was a bit of a precaution really. These two already know that you can’t possibly make a break for it at this point. Despite being awake, your head should still be throbbing with pain and your body wracked with exhaustion and not to mention - the only exit in this room is the door right in front of you, where you lie in your hospital stretcher. Blocked by an equally massive, if not taller figure. 

“She’s awake?” The one blocking the exit would say, his visage obscured by the limited reach of the dim lights of the cramped room. It wasn’t until that he walks closer to the stretcher, that ‘Ash’ appearance would finally be visible to you. He was a contrast to his brother, mostly in his eyes - where his’ is a shining white-gray color whereas Darcy is a deep black color. 

“Yeah, what do we now? Should we do it while she’s awake?” Darcy would ask while keeping a steady hand on you. Ash would only roll his eyes in exaggerated exasperation at his brother’s antics. “You’re so fucking vanilla, Darce. Of course not, where’s the fun in her being awake?” 

Out of your sight, you wouldn’t be able to turn your head to see what Ash was reaching for. But there was some clatter of … something against a metal surface. Perhaps he was trying to get an equipment of sorts? Whatever it was, the sound was enough to sting back some clarity in your head and force to you to move. 

You won’t stay alive if you keep still there.

Unfortunately, this revelation came a bit too late to you, as in a matter of seconds, Ash was already at your other side, forcing your bobbing head back onto the mattress, his face now so dangerously close to yours, you can smell the remnants of cigarettes on his breath. “Hm, well I can see there is a bit of fun in her scared little face. Gosh, you’re really fucking pathetic looking, probably would look even more so when you’re choking on one of our cocks while getting your neck sliced open.” 

Your heart stills in your chest and fear descends into your gut. 

“But that’s not what I want to do,” All you can tell now was that Ash’s lips were close to your face now, you don’t see where Darcy has gone as all your focus is on the scarred lips that have now pressed against the side of your face, his hand forcibly tilting your face to look the other way so he can whisper into your ear, “We’re going to have fun puppy, and we’re going to do something I always wanted to try, alright? My baby brother might want to play with you a bit more when you’re awake though, so try to not die after we play, understood?” 

He would pull away, but he won’t re-position your head back to where it was resting. Instead, you will feel a sharp sting into your neck as something was injected into you. “Shh…. You’ll be asleep for most of the time. So don’t complain about it too much, yeah?” 

Unfortunately, the drug wasn’t an anesthetic but a paralysis drug. Which means you are aware of everything and anything happening to you. 

In your state, you can hear the two of them speak, but there was nothing you can do. 

You accept your fate.

“You know, Darce. We’ve missed on so many things together… how many years has it been, brother? Remind me again.” 

“…. Five, I believe…. Perhaps even seven, if we count the two years where I’ve located you but I wasn’t able to meet with you-.” 

Ash didn’t wait for Darcy to finish, already going on with his monologue. You hear a lot of shuffling in the room as the two men moved around the room. “Seven fuckin’ years, Darce. Seven. And just like that I missed out on all the things I should’ve taught you as an older brother.” 

“Ash, listen - where the hell are you going about this-,” “Let me finish, baby brother.” Ash’s voice was steady and sound. It commanded everyone’s attention. 

“To make it up to you, I’ve decided, why not catch up on everything now? Come here, you can be her first and while we’re at it.” There was rustling, like clothes falling to the floor and the weight of someone else climbing onto the stretcher.

It was unclear if it was Darcy and Ash at this point, but - then - you felt it, the cold hiss of a knife grazing against the skin of your pelvis as your clothes were brushed aside to expose your body to the two. “I’m going to be a good big brother and show you how to properly pleasure a woman’s body. We’ll even get a live demonstration when I cut her open and we can see how her body responds to getting raped in her sleep.”

There was a pause as the knife was repositioned on your pelvis. 

“This should be a good place to cut, right?”

I just-

Like, especially once they find and move into the Bunker and stuff, I bet Dean finds a local bar that he ends up a regular at, and it starts small with just a couple people, but it spreads and more people start to trust him the longer he's a regular at the bar and then people bring their friends to the bar and those friends bring friends and suddenly Dean is sitting at the bar surrounded by at least twenty half-drank drinks that Are Not His.

The first time he's got like, five drinks he's watching for people, others are too nervous to ask him to watch theirs too bc like, that's a lot of drinks already what if he misses something? Only to watch him whip around on his bar stool to glare at a guy hovering around a table on the other side of the room and then pull smth out of his inside jacket pocket and throw it at the guy and turns out it was a knife that nicked the guy's ear and landed quivering in the wall behind him and the whole bar freezes and stares at Dean but Dean just says 'try and pull that shit again and I will find you. Next time you try to dose somebody's drink, I won't throw wide.'

And then everybody starts leaving their drink with him no matter how many he's already got clustered around him.

Eventually, people feel safe to leave their drinks wherever so long as they see Dean sitting at the bar bc they know he'll see and stop it from happening no matter what where or who.

Dean buys so many, just, so many, and a bunch of different types, of those drink covers things and stuffs them into every available pocket he has every time he goes to a bar and just hands them out like candy.

He can and will (and has) literally start a fight to protect your drink. Will beat the shit outta any and every asshole that tries to drug an unwatched drink. Just total beat down, tosses their ass out onto the street/into the parking lot, apologies for any mess he made/problems he caused, and then asks if he can stay and finish his drink before he gets kicked out. But he's never kicked out the bartenders love him so much, he always tips really well and hey he just took out the trash for them he was protecting people and making sure everyone is safe and no one gets drugged, they're happy to give him free drinks for life if he keeps doing it but he insists on paying anyway.