Dean's Not Fine

Unsaid A Supernatural story by Jennie  @DeanIsntFine Featuring Dean Winchester  @DWImpala67 This is the fifth of my VBF stories, featuring my best fictional friend. It is set immediately after 15.18 "Despair." To read the others, click: Part 1:  "VBF" Part 2:  "Welcome to Rocky's" Part 3:  "Last Call" Part 4: "Nourished" (Apologies to Mr. Spielberg, Mr. Connery, and Dr. Henry Jones Sr.) GIFs from Canon SPN Gifs on Tumblr I stepped carefully across the threshold, into Room 7B. Into the dungeon. There was a sharp tang in the air, like ozone after a storm, and a faint smell of… rot. Corruption.  I’d seen the black, bottomless force that had invaded this room. I’d seen it through his eyes.  I’d seen it take Castiel, and Death along with him.  I inched between the shelves, past the room’s lone chair, across the devil’s trap etched into the concrete floor.  My best friend was there in the dim, propped up against the brick wall, head in h...

Out of Reach A Supernatural story by Milisa  @440MXS_wife The #SPNWishList fic and art challenge is rolling again! Milisa responded to an intriguing "high shelf" sort of prompt from a friend. Once again, you, the reader, become the star of a sweet, romantic tale of misunderstandings and life in the bunker. Enjoy!  -- Jennie Today was baking day, and you had decided to make some baked goods for now, and some to freeze for later. Cookies, muffins, and, of course, pie. You knew this was going to take all day, so you decided to start early. You had reached the point in your recipe where it called for cinnamon, so you walked over to the cabinet containing your spices. You were dismayed to see that the cinnamon had been moved to a higher shelf. Not only that, but it was pushed back from the edge, just out of your reach. At that moment, Sam walked through the back door after his morning run. He saw you struggling to grab the cinnamon with the kitchen tongs, ...

Some Things Are Worth Trying For A Supernatural story by Emmy  @Yorkshire_SPN The #SPNWishList fic and art challenge is back on track! Emmy responded to the prompt: "Sam and Cas try to cook." I had a rough couple of weeks and didn't give this the attention it deserved until now! And it was completely worth it. Enjoy this slice of bunker life... A yummy slice, dusted with a liberal amount of sugar!   -- Jennie It was about 2 p.m. by the time Dean finally got his act together and went out to get food. Sam sat in his chair in the library, flipping through a tome on vampirism in 18th-century Haiti and restraining himself from tapping a foot on the ground. “Hey, uhh, where are you goin’?” Sam asked, keeping his tone casual. Dean swung around irritably. “To get some food. You know, food? Pie, bacon, burgers, the good stuff. None of your rabbit crap.” “Yeah, I know. Look, I’ve got a package waiting for me. but it’s in Grand Island. Could you--” “Grand Island...

Operation Pimp My Bunker A Supernatural story by Carla  @curlybean1 A new entry in the second wave of the #SPNWishList fic and art challenge! Carla responded to the prompt: "Sam and Dean redecorate the bunker." Every time I read a sweet story like this, one that gives us a glimpse of Dean Winchester as he could have been... it breaks my heart, but I smile so wide. Enjoy.  -- Jennie Dean couldn’t help but feel annoyed as he watched Sam pack his bag. He also couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Sam’s last words before leaving the bunker. “I mean it, Dean. Stay off your leg and get some rest. I shouldn’t be gone more than a week at the most.” Sam was off to take care of a little werewolf problem somewhere in Arkansas, and since Dean was laid up with a broken leg and a few cracked ribs, Garth was going to be is hunting partner.  Dean hated the thought of his little brother going off on a hunt without him, but Sam was adamant that Garth would have his back just...

No Chicks Allowed A Supernatural story by Milisa  @440MXS_wife A new entry in the second wave of the #SPNWishList fic and art challenge! Please welcome Milisa, a new author, responding to the prompt: "Tales from the Dean Cave."  This one lets you, the reader, become the star of a sweet, romantic tale of misunderstandings and life in the bunker. Enjoy!  -- Jennie Sam and Dean were trying to maneuver a large box down the stairs without breaking its contents. Dean had recently discovered an empty room in the bunker and decided to turn it into his "man cave." At first, you were excited, because he looked so happy, and that's all you’ve ever wanted for him. You’ve had a secret crush on Dean for as long as you can remember, but there's no way you’d ever tell him. You’d pretty much convinced yourself that chances were pretty high that he only thought of you as his best friend, or worse, his little sister. This past week, the “cave” was all Dean c...

Shine A Supernatural story by Jennie  @DeanIsntFine Here's my entry in the second wave of the #SPNWishList fic and art challenge! I responded to the prompt: "Dean's inner monologue during the tap dance." I had the weirdest dream. In it, J2 were doing an old-style livestream, but just for me, and they were close to the screen, saying, "It's a courtship, Jennie. A COURTSHIP." Suddenly, I understood. Pays to let your subconscious chew on these things, doesn't it? Our dreams can be powerful things. -- Jennie Edits by Sandi @lemondropsonice He whirled around the empty library, wings on his feet. Garth had shown him how it was done, then he was gone. And this act had become a solo. The freedom... it was exhilarating. Hard to know the true weight of a burden until it’s been left behind. There it stood, in the corner. A new partner. He grabbed the lamp, and tipped it in a gentle caress. Why, hello, my dear. I didn’t see you ther...

Bela's Back in Town A Supernatural story by Doris  @doris_helmick The latest -- but not the last? -- entry in the #SPNWishList fic and art challenge! Doris responded to the prompt: "Bela, now a demon, back on Earth." The voice! The characterization! The ending! It's all dead-on.  I know you'll enjoy it!  -- Jennie Consciousness hit like a roundhouse punch, awareness slowly creeping in through the fog. “Bloody hell!” Bela Talbot surveyed her surroundings, and attire. “Could be worse.” With trepidation, she rose slowly from the floor, approached the mirror, and allowed one chocolate-brown eye to open. "Well, would you look at that? Gorgeous as ever, if I do say so myself.” Executing a perfect model’s spin, she takes a fraction of a second to admire the vibrant young woman staring back at her, before stumbling back and landing on her perfect model’s ass. Her eyes blink to black, shattering any possibility that she’s emerged from a nightma...