Fictober Day 10

Fictober Day 10

prompt: "Is this normal?"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Rating: General

Summary:

Jack’s POV: Jack is experiencing weird human things (a common cold) for the first time and he goes to Sam for help

Sam was sitting in the library reading a large ancient book on demons. Jack nervously walked into the room to talk to him but changed his mind and walked back to his room.

A few minutes later he returned to the library before chickening out again and retreating to his room.

The third time he walked into the library Sam finally said something before he could walk away. “Do you need something, kid?” he asks.

Jack hesitated. “I think I'm having a problem…” he said cryptically.

“What kind of problem?”

“A human one… I think.”

“Come sit,” Sam instructed. “What's going on?” 

“I’m experiencing… pain,” he said as if it were a question and not a statement. “In my head… and all over– but mostly in my head. And it's not my thoughts its like my brain itself is hurting.”

“Huh,” Sam said as he put the pieces together that Jack was probably just experiencing his first headache. 

“There is also a discomfort on the inside of my esophagus and inside of my nose. Is this normal? Am I dying?” 

Sam chuckles slightly at the questions. “No, you're gonna be fine. Sounds like you just have a cold or something. Don’t worry it’s normal for humans to get colds, they go away with time and rest.” 

“Rest?” 

“Yeah. Why don't you go back to your room and lie down? I'll come take your temperature and bring you some medicine in a bit.”

“And I’ll be okay?”

“Of course,” Sam reassured him. “I’ll take good care of you.” 

Jack went back to his room glad he was able to ask Sam about his ailments but still troubled by them. He was still so new to life that all of it was just as stressful as it would be for any newborn baby but Jack was actually old enough to be worried. 

Cas had a very limited knowledge of what was normal for humans since his experience as a human only lasted for a few months and Jack found it hard to ask Dean anything. Sam was the only one he could go to for things like this. 

When Sam came back to Jack’s room he had Cas in tow. 

“Sam told me you might have the flu,” Cas said as he sat on the edge of Jack’s bed. “May I?” he asks as he holds his hand up to Jack’s head.

Jack nods and Cas places his fingers on his forehead to check the state of his immune system on a molecular level. 

“Just as Sam suspected it’s an upper respiratory tract infection,” Cas said.

“Which is a clinical way of saying common cold,” Sam added as he poured 20 ml of Tylenol into a tiny cup. He had run up the street to pick it up because he didn’t want to have to try to teach Jack how to swallow a pill while he was already stressed. “Here drink this and then some water,” he said handing him the medicine and a water bottle. 

Jack did as instructed and then set the water on his nightstand. “So is that going to make this feeling go away?”

“Not immediately,” Sam said. “It'll take a bit to kick in and even after it does your symptoms overall might get worse before they get better but it'll all be over in a few days.”

“Ok,” Jack said finally calming down a bit.

“I brought you a box of tissues in case your nose starts running, cold drops if your throat is still bothering you, and a trash can in case you get nauseous.”

“And I can stay to watch over you,” Cas added.

“Now get some sleep and we'll all be right here if you need us.”

Inktober Day 9: Tried to draw a full body of my pfp but totally messed up the face and had to tape a redraw over it :P

Fictober Day 8

prompt: "Are we happy"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Dean Winchester, Endverse Dean Winchester

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, the F-slur

Summary:

Dean's POV: Dean has a conversation with Endverse!Dean where they commiserate about the future of his relationship with Cas and how it reflects on his own sexuality.

Dean had a lot to think about after his conversation with himself from five years in the future. He was right about one thing, saying yes to Micheal was completely out of the question.

He continued to watch as his alternative self packed for the upcoming mission they were gonna take. It was weird watching himself in the third person. After a few minutes, he finally decided to break the silence left by their previous conversation. “Have we always looked like that when we walk?” 

“Would you be quiet? I only have like an hour to prepare to kill the devil… my brother– our brother.” Future Dean pivoted so he wasn't looking at his past self anymore. It was just as weird for him as it was for his younger counterpart. “Just because this isn’t your timeline doesn't mean the situation is any less severe.” 

“Come on, I have so many questions.”

“Are they about the mission?”

“...No”

“Then I don't wanna hear them.”

“Don’t be like that. When are you gonna get another chance like this? To talk to yourself face to face.”

“I can just look in a mirror.”

“Yeah well, I got questions about our future.”

Future Dean sighs. He hands his past self a pile of shotguns. “You get three questions, I’ll answer whatever you wanna know… but you clean these while we talk.”

Past Dean hesitates before asking his first question “...Any other regrets? Other than the whole ‘not saying yes when you had the chance’ thing.” 

“...Cutting Sam off. I’m pretty sure that’s why he decided to say yes… and I never got to truly forgive him.” 

“That’s all?” 

“...yeah.”

“Bullshit. I know my own lying tells.”

“...I guess sometimes I regret what I said to Cas… but only sometimes.”

“What did you say to him?” 

“Does that count as your second question?”

“Uh– no.”

“Then I've already said too much about it.” 

Past Dean things for a minute. “Oh I know… my question is what's up with Cas?”

“Very clever,” future Dean says sarcastically. “Fine but it's a long story so buckle up.”

“Buckled.”

“Basically… Cas never left my side when the world first went to shit. You know– I don't know exactly when in 2009 you're from but that's when it started. He turned to me after his search for God went nowhere but I barely ever gave him the time of day. And it's not like I couldn't relate I mean… I know a thing or two about being abandoned by your father when you need him most…” 

“You shouldn't say that kind of stuff about Dad.”

“No, I know… but it's not like neither of us have ever thought it before,” he said. “Anyway, back to Cas. He was just always so anal-retentive and uptight that I never appreciated what he brought to the table.” 

“What table?”

“...After some time I started to suspect that Cas… well I thought he might have had a crush on me.”

“Oh,” past Dean says genuinely surprised.

“You didn’t know?”

“Well, I mean… I thought that he was just like that with everyone I didn’t think it was…”

“But regardless of his feelings, I didn’t think I could, ya know… reciprocate them.”

“Well yeah… were not…” Dean cut himself off. “We're not… are we?”

Future Dean looks down. “Living in an apocalypse camp will do that to you… make you think about things you never had to think about before… things you repressed for years…” 

“We can’t be…”

“No yeah, I'm with you. That's why I slept with every woman I could… to prove it.”

“Prove it to who.”

“To me… to you… to every version of myself in every period of my life.” 

“And what about Cas… what did you say to him?”

Future Dean sighs. “I said… that he should think about finding a girl… or else people will start to think he's a faggot.”

“Why would you say that.”

“Because it's true.”

“True for him or for yourself?”

“Ourself” future Dean corrects him.

“No way I’d never–”

“But you did… because I did.”

“But you said you only sometimes feel regret about that…”

“Yeah… anyways we have to leave soon come up with your last question."

“...Are we happy with ourselves?”

“Happy?” future Dean said with a scoff.

“Well not happy– happy but… it's just you’re throwing a lot of things at me and between what you said to Cas and the way you treat the women around here… there's no way you don’t regret how it went down more than you're letting on.” 

“... You're right. If I could go back in time I’d tell Cas to never change anything about himself.”

“And what about you– what about us?”

“It's too late for us.”

Contemplating buying Grammarly premium just for fanfiction

Fictober Day 7

prompt: "Follow me if you want to live"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary:

Cas's POV: Cas goes on a werewolf hunt with Sam and Dean now that he is human and trying to become a hunter (circa alternative season 9 where Dean didn't kick Cas out of the Bunker)

The classic 1967 Chevy Impala pulled up to a taped-off crime scene in Aspen, Colorado. Sam and Dean stepped out in their steam-pressed suits, ready to pose as FBI agents investigating a series of grisly deaths.

Dean approached the sheriff, flashing his badge. “I’m Agent Plant, and this is my partner, Agent Page.”

The sheriff squinted at Dean and Sam, then looked over at Castiel, who was standing stiffly behind them in a rumpled trench coat, clearly out of place. “And who’s this?”

“I’m Agent Perry,” Cas said in his usual deadpan tone.

The sheriff raised an eyebrow. “They sent three FBI agents for an animal attack?”

“He’s a trainee,” Dean said with an awkward chuckle, trying to get ahead of Cas's lack of undercover skills (or any social skills, for that matter) but also give a reason for him to be there.

“Isn’t this the third animal attack in a month?” Sam asked, changing the subject.

“It’s Colorado. We have all kinds of mountain animals out here,” the sheriff replied, dismissing the concern.

Dean kept pressing. “Regardless, we’re gonna need to take a look at the body and get the address of the victim’s family.”

The sheriff sighed and led them toward the crime scene.

“Called it! It’s definitely a werewolf,” Dean said confidently as they walked back to the car with the case file in hand. “What else could it be with the heart missing like that?”

Sam shook his head. “Let’s just talk to the family first and see what we’re working with before jumping to conclusions.”

Dean shrugged. “Alright, fine. But I’m telling you, heart missing? It's textbook.” Dean glanced over at Castiel, who was sitting quietly in the backseat, staring out the window. “You ready for a werewolf fight, Cas?”

“As ready as I guess I'll ever be.”

Later that night, the trio found themselves parked outside their prime suspect’s house. It was a quiet neighborhood, and Dean wasn’t leaving anything to chance. They settled into the car for what could be a long night.

Dean tossed a fast food bag into the backseat where Cas was sitting. “Taco Bell tacos: the best stakeout takeout in the country.”

Cas blinked at the bag before gingerly pulling out a taco. “Stakeout takeout?” he repeated, clearly confused but trying to follow along. 

Sam was scanning through the case notes while chewing on his own taco. “Okay, so get this, Coach Mavis, the ex-PE teacher from the high school is always taking sick leave around the same time every month.” 

“Maybe it's a menstrual cycle thing,” Cas suggests.

“Coach Mavis is a guy,” Dean says. 

“–and he wasn’t all that well-liked by any students. Werewolves often hold grudges in wolf form and go after people they don’t like. It would make sense to be a teacher from the school since that's the only thing the victims have in common. I mean– they weren't even in the same grade in school”

“Hey, eyes on the prize you two it's stakeout time.”

Hours passed, and they still hadn’t seen anything suspicious. Then, out of nowhere, there was a loud crash from behind the house. The three jumped out of the Impala and rushed toward the noise, weapons ready.

Suddenly, the sheriff appeared out of the shadows, eyes glowing and teeth protruding. Before they could react, he lunged at Sam, knocking him to the ground and dragging him into the forest behind Coach Mavis’s house. Dean and Cas ran after firing bullets and trying to get Sam back to safety.

In the chaos, Cas got separated from the brothers. His heart pounded as he pressed his back against a tree, hiding, unsure of what to do. He wasn’t used to feeling fear like this but the cut on his leg from running into a branch reminded him just how mortal he is now that he's a human. The feeling was overwhelming.

Dean’s voice rang out in the distance, “Cas! Where are you?”

Cas peeked out from behind the tree just in time to see the sheriff luging at Dean now. He panicked, stumbling backward as Dean dodged and shot at the werewolf successfully injuring it. 

“Follow me if you wanna live!” Dean yelled, extending his hand toward Cas.

Without hesitation, Cas grabbed his hand, and Dean yanked him up from the ground. Together, they sprinted back toward the Impala, running hand in hand until they reached the car where Sam was already waiting in the passenger seat with a makeshift sling on his arm. They jumped inside, and Dean floored the gas, speeding away before the sheriff could catch up. 

“What are we supposed to do?” Cas asked, still panicked from the confrontation and the sudden realization of his mortality. 

“Were dropping Sam off somewhere safe and then circling back around to take care of him once and forall.”

“Dean, I dont know if… I– I’m not as good a hunter as I thought I could be.”

“Don’t worry Cas we won't get separated this time. I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”

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