Tags: DeanCas Mixtape 2018, Growing Up, Guardian Angels, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, really canon divergent, Bad Parent John Winchester, Holidays, Protective Dean Winchester, Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Happy Ending, Family Feels, Time Skips, Happy Winchesters (Supernatural), Snow Angels, Soul Bond, Angelic Grace Bonds (Supernatural), Angels, Canon-Typical Violence
Art:Ā @delicious-irony
Special thanks to: @captainhaterade, @canadduh Rocksalt and Shore
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Summary:Ā Dean knew his mom was dead wrong when she told him angels were watching over him. If they were would his life have turned out like this? Now, his moms just dead, his dads gone insane, the monster under his bed is real, and there are things much worse than that in the world.When a disembodied voice comes to him, Dean's already accepted his fate; when you live the life of a hunter you never live long. He was, however, hoping to live past thirteen. When this voice tells him he's got a destiny to fulfill, it all comes as a bit of a shock.It also might be the exact moment his fate changes, destiny be damned.
āBoy! Get back here!ā
Johnās voice cracks through the air, deep and snarling, chasing after Dean as he bolts from the back of the small cabin and into the dense wood. Itās a desolate thing, the cabin, barely holding together against the wind and drifting snow. It long ago fell to disrepair, forgotten out in the middle of the forest. Just some random place that John stumbled across and decided it was as good as anything to set up in for the night.
Not that this night should be special. No night with John is special, why should Christmas Eve be any different? After being on the road for three days straight, cooped up in the Impala with Sam and Dad driving further and further north; the air growing steadily colder until the thin mist turned into a blanketing, heavy snowfall. Itās too much and Dean is at his breaking point.
Dean really thought heād be able to make it another year if he could have just one night as a normal family. But nothing is ever normal when your Dad disappears after some monster. Some creature. The whisper of a rumor of yellow eyes and fire and leaves left Dean alone, too young to fight, too small to disagree, too concerned about Sammy to ever really leave.
Dean thought if he could just have one night with them all together it would be okay. That everything heās been through over the last few weeks, months, yearsā¦ . It would be worth it.
All the days he went hungry so Sam could eat. All the nights sitting up fighting sleep, clutching his sawed-off, staring at the door waiting for Dad or death to come for him. Dean stupidly thought that they could just have one night like a normal family. Just a normal kid, with a normal Dad and a little brother, celebrating the holidays in a cozy cabin in the woods. Just once.
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summary: Dean wonders if heās ever going to learn. Itās a cycle with him. A trend. Love leads to deathāand itās never his own. And then death leads to chaos.
When John Winchester died, Dean shattered a car. He was attempting to fix the car, but, in the flurry of emotions struck by the fact that he couldnāt say his dad (and the fact that the one and only thing his dad did for him was die), he smashed a car.
When Sam Winchester was close to death (on many occasions), Dean shattered the world (multiple times). Again, he tried to fix the situations. There was always a way, Dean would say. There was always a way. It was a mantra, a sick mantra too. It was one that fixated Dean and drove him to limits he never thought heād reach (limits he never wanted to reach).
When Castiel died, Dean shattered himself. The pieces were already put together haphazardly from the multitude of agonizing events prior to Casā death. But, as the angel took his last breath, there was an instant where each and every scaffolding gave way. Dean tried to retain the crash, the explosion, keeping it all locked up in himself.
"What if we could risk, everything we have and just let our walls cave in?"Ā
Ā This song was prompted for the DeanCas Mixtape Challenge 2018 and I couldn't help but fall in love with it. The prompter (who is anonymous) discussed how this song described Cas falling in love with Dean and I couldn't help but agree.Ā
Summary: ( A coda for half of season 13, up until Cas comes back) Dean kept hearing voices, kept hearing Castiel's voice and all he was trying to do was make sure that Dean knew how to bring him back.
Prompt: My Immortal by Evanescence
Prompter Name: @spnhell
Written for the 2018 @deancasmixtape
Despite Castiel's death, Dean didn't feel as though he was truly gone. He currently sat at the table in the bunker, head in his hands as classic rock songs played on the radio and a shot of whatever he could grab first in a glass.
The first time that it happened, it had been a day after he had burned Castiel's body and Sam had given him some space to reflect, to calm down and to process everything that had gone on.
Losing mom, the son of satan being born and then losing a person that he loved.
His behavior had changed but not enough that anyone who didn't know Dean didn't notice. Sam would watch his brother with closeness, every so often at night walking into his brother's room to make sure that he slept through the night. He would, as Sam would tell him but not thoroughly. There was tossing and turning and talking in his sleep.
My Submission for the 2018 DeanCas Mixtape Festival!
My song prompt was "Bring it on Home" by Led Zeppelin
But also with a little bit of "Bring it on Home To Me" by Sam Cooke
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They werenāt talking about it.
They werenāt talking about a lot of things but, specifically, they werenāt talking about Michael. About Dean being trapped, about getting Dean back, about the sacrifices and suffering involved in both.
No, they were Not Talking About It. Dean was going to hold off on talking about anything for a while. He was happy just being there. Just existing, curled up on a mattress with Cas.
Cas .
Dean looked down at him, the messy mop of his hair against Deanās chest all he could make out. Theyād spent a fair amount of time looking at each other, assuring Dean that, yes, he was really back and assuring Cas that, yes, Dean was really okay.
The five of them ā Dean, Cas, Sam, Jack, and Mary ā had talked late into the night that first day. Theyād huddled around the kitchen table, someoneās hand always on Deanās shoulder, someone else pushing food at him, someone someone else either asking him if he was okay or filling him in on something heād missed while heād been Michael. They worked so hard to welcome him home while also trying to pretend everything was normal. Dean really appreciated all of them for that.
But this is what he needed. Cas in his arms. Quiet in the air. Being able to feel his hands as he ran them over Casās back and through his hair. Being able to control his mouth as he tilted it forward, resting it gently against Casās head.
Not quite a kiss. But close.
He didnāt talk about the place in his head Michael would send him to keep him quiet. He didnāt tell Cas about the beach or their toes in the sand or their linked fingers or their quiet affection. Maybe he would, someday. When the thought of the sand wasnāt like broken glass in his heart. When the thought of the contentment didnāt make him want to cry.
This was fine for now. Cas knew the important parts.
He was picking at the folds in Deanās shirt over his stomach. There had been a time when Cas could just lay with Dean and breathe, content in knowing they were both there and safe and relatively happy. These human ticks heād picked up made Dean smile even as they made him sad. He sometimes still heard the voice of that other Cas in his head. The one from Zachariahās Croatoan future.
So, you're human. Dean had said. Well, welcome to the club.
Thanks. That empty Castiel had responded, eyes so hollow Dean couldnāt see a whisper of his Cas in them. Except I used to belong to a much better club.
Cas probably didnāt feel that way now. Dean didnāt ask.
āDo you know how hard it is to listen to a mixtape?ā Cas asked suddenly, voice slightly muffled by Deanās t-shirt.
āHmm?ā
āThe mixtape you gave me. Itās drastically out of date. Finding something to play it on has beenā¦ very trying.ā
Dean huffed a laugh, his hand coming up to run over Casās hair in a wordless apology.
āIt was different when I had the Lincolnāā
āThe Pimpmobile.ā
Cas smacked him absently and Dean huffed another laugh.
āThe Lincoln had a tape deck,ā Cas continued as if Dean hadnāt interrupted. āThe truck doesnāt.ā
Dean frowned, bringing his hand back down to Casās shoulder. āThe Impala has a tape deck.ā
Cas squirmed, curling into himself. Just a little. He ducked his head a little further into Deanās chest, muffling his voice even further.
Dean could still hear him though.
āIt seemed a bit too personal to listen to the tape with Sam there.ā
Dean understood that. Not that Dean would ever admit it: the mixtape had been a rather personal gift.
āSo howād ya manage?ā Dean asked.
Cas unsquirmed, uncurling and lifting his face so Dean could see his wry smile. āI purchased myself a walkman from the internet. Using your credit card, of course.ā
Dean laughed again. āOf course.ā
Cas settled back onto Deanās chest, but he still spoke. āIt was important for me to feel close to you. While you were gone.ā Dean hummed, the hand that wasnāt holding Cas twitching involuntarily at his side. āI listened to the mixtape a lot. One song in particular.ā
āYeah?ā Dean asked, gruffly. āWhich one was that?ā
Cas hummed a bit of the opening bass. Dean could practically hear the harmonica over it.
āBring it On Homeā was one of Zeppās lower energy jams. It started out a little bluesey, a little sultry. It picked up toward the middle, but Robert Plant crooning out how he would āBring it on home, bring it on home to youā to close out the song didnāt leave anyone in doubt over the sincerity.
āIt was comforting,ā Cas said, hands picking at Deanās sleeve now. āTo listen to these words about coming home, knowing youād given them to me. It made me feel like I could believe you would come home. Come home to me.ā
Deanās breath caught, his hand stuttering on the slow circles heād been making on Casās back.
They were very close to it. Very close to saying the unspoken thing between them.
Cas continued. āBut the language isnāt quite right.ā
Deanās hand stopped completely. āWhat?ā
Cas sat up, Dean reaching for him reflexively. Cas watched Deanās hand fall back to his lap with the softest, most exasperated look Dean had seen.
āI know theyāre your favorite, Dean, but Led Zeppelin arenāt exactly known for their heartfelt sentimentality.ā
Dean snorted, sitting further up the bed himself. He was a little hurt Cas would pull away from him and then immediately start shitting on his favorite band. āWell yeah but who wants that?ā
Cas rolled his eyes. āBeing heartfelt doesnāt have to be bad, Dean.
Dean huffed, crossing his arms. Cas sighed and reached for the nightstand where theyād put both of their phones for the night.
āI was surprised you didnāt have this record when I looked through your collection,ā Cas said, scrolling through his phone. āI guess it was a bit late for the bunker but I was sure your mother would have a copy.ā Cas looked up at Dean, mournfully. āShe told me it probably hadnāt survived the fire.ā
Dean grimaced, shifting uncomfortably. Alive again his mother may be, but that fire would always be one of the darkest marks on Deanās memory.
āBut this songā¦ā Cas trailed off, looking back at his phone, tapping it until a soft piano started filtering through the speakers.
āIf you ever
change your mindā¦ā
Dean tilted his head back against the headboard, shutting his eyes to just listen.
The song was old enough that Dean could hear the ways it had been redone. He could hear the history in it, the waves it made on the music scene. It had the familiarity of a song heād heard before but he just couldnāt place where.
Dean understood what Cas meant. Dean could finish the sentence for him.
āBut this song cuts to the heart of me.ā
āBut this song speaks to the part of me that feels helpless.ā
āBut this song understands what it feels like to be the one left behind.ā
Dean heard all of those things. Heād been the one that had been left behind, too.
ā I tried to treat you right
But you stayed out, stayed out at night
But I forgive you, bring it to me
Bring your sweet loving
Bring it on home to meā
āI forgive you.ā
Itās something Dean always wanted to say. He hadnāt realized it was something he also needed to hear.
His eyes were still closed, head tilting forward, when he felt Cas take up residence against his chest again. He curled both arms around him, burying his face firmly in Casās hair.
Cas clutched him back. He understood. And he knew Dean understood. Words would have just gotten in the way.
Cas did seem to have some words, though.
āWe can trade songs, sometimes,ā he said against Deanās collarbone. His hand clutched firmly around Deanās shoulder, his weight settled pleasantly on Deanās ribs. āYou were just Led Zeppelin and I was Sam Cooke. I canāt imagine Iāll want to leave any time soon but, who knows. I may need to. And then Iāll bring it on home to you.ā
Dean chuckled, pulling Cas even further into his chest. āThat sounds great, Cas.ā
They didnāt need to talk about it. Dean leaned down and kissed Cas on the top of the head. A real kiss this time. And, when Cas looked up at him, Dean kissed him on the mouth. Cas kissed him back. It was soft and sweet and simple.
They didnāt talk about what this meant. They didnāt talk about what they meant to each other.
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