AU: Dean is recruited by a russian ballet company
Word Count: ~2,290.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury.
Pairings: references to Dean/Lisa, Dean/Cassie, and Dean/Cas.
Mirrored At: AO3 & LJ.
Warnings: Spoilers for 8.11, “LARP and the Real Girl.” Hurt/comfort, some discussion of heterosexism and implications of asshole!John.
Summary: He’s never said it aloud before. Not really—not that he’s ever had occasion to do so. (self-indulgent fix-it fic where Dean and Charlie talk about how he’s bisexual.)
#but for real though #dean winchester as campfire tale#dean winchester as legend #there’s a human in purgatory #he’s the most beautiful and terrifying thing you’ll ever see #and if you ever see him you should run #dean’s own humanity is a beacon #more like a siren song #the monsters are fascinated and venture closer than they should #and are dashed against his rocks #SPN#purgatory tag #dean #unf #YOU SHALL LOVE HIM AND DESPAIR (via siterlas)
Dean says, ‘Yes’ to Michael or alternatively that thing I really wanted to see happen in the show.
…and contemplated falling
i swear i had a proper idea when i started drawing but then this happened
“Sam, what the hell even is this?” It took some struggling with the sealed plastic packaging before Dean could unfold the black lump of nylon and spandex.
“It’s a compression vest.” Sam provided, taking it from Dean’s hands and turning it right-side out. “Try it on. I had to guess your measurements— you came out right on the sizing boarder— so I ordered a size down.”
“…how much did it cost?”
Dean half glared at his brother. “How. Much.”
Sam caved, deflating a bit. “About thirty bucks.”
Nothing further was said until Dean got the binder on— save a collection of disgruntled mutters and curses when Dean’s arms got stuck over his head, and Sam had to pull the binder down for him.
“You shouldn’t have, you know.”
Sam ran the bandages that Dean had been using to bind through his fingers. “I read online that bandages are dangerous.”
“That doesn’t mean you ha-“
“So is duct tape.”
“That was one time.”
“And you nearly passed out in the library.”
Dean sighed— weather in exasperation, or to test the compression, Sam couldn’t be sure.”
“Is it comfortable?”
“It’s… tight.” Dean sucked in another deep breath, expanding his chest as much as he could, before slowly exhaling. “Thanks.”
#i always thought that post the events of swan song #if somehow cas had never come back and healed bobby and dean #he would end up like this #his face was really badly damaged so he’d hide away and recover #he’d become slightly agoraphobic because he’d shut himself away trying to gain his strength #researching the events he’d witnessed and trying to find a way to reverse them #open the cage and get sam back #make a deal to bring bobby back #calling cas every night #eventually praying for answers #he’d do everything he could to do what he can to save the only people he called his family #finally after years and years he’d give up #then he’d start to venture out for longer #try and introduce himself to the real world and live a normal life #not apple pie though #he could never let anyone in again #so he’d sit in coffee shops late at night #watch the normal people live #watch them meet up and chat and catch up with each others days #he’d watch his coffee go cold #and stare at his phone #then he’d realise there’s no one left to call #and he’d go home defeated and alone (via parkmellegrino)
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