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...

Nourished A Supernatural story by Jennie  @DeanIsntFine Featuring Dean Winchester  @DWImpala67 This is the fourth of my VBF stories, featuring my best fictional friend. It is set in the summer hiatus, after Season 14's "Moriah." To read the others, click: Part 1:  "VBF" Part 2:  "Welcome to Rocky's" Part 3:  "Last Call" Dean Winchester made me a sandwich. I take the barest moment to process that as the china plate clangs on the map table, where I’m sitting, poring over yet another ancient text on the nature of God. “Here you go,” he booms. “Your favorite. Roast beef, rare. Extra mayo, tomatoes, and just a suggestion of salt. Piled high on… what the hell is ‘Seed-uction’ bread, anyway?” I grab the rim of the plate, rotating it left and right to closely inspect his creation. “More importantly,” I say, “where the hell did you even find it in Lebanon, Kansas?” He shrugs and sits down, rubbing absently at his jaw an...

Last Call A Supernatural story by Jennie @DeanIsntFine Featuring Dean Winchester @DWImpala67 This is the third of my VBF stories, featuring my best fictional friend. It is set in the winter hiatus of Season 14, after "The Spear." To read the others, click: Part 1:  "VBF" Part 2:  "Welcome to Rocky's" Part 4:  "Nourished" Bells rang overhead as I walked back into Rocky’s Bar. It looked like little had changed since I left. Over a week ago. “Well, well, well!” Dean boomed. “If it isn't Jennie from St. Louis! Come on in, my friend. What brings you by on this cold and stormy night?” “Dean, buddy,” I said, shaking the snow from my hair, “there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Today is my birthday.” “Seriously?! Well, then. No Cosmic Cowboy for you.” He dumped the beer he had started pouring for me and reached down into a small fridge under the bar. He came up with a green and gold bottle, complete with foil-covere...

Welcome to Rocky's A Supernatural story by Jennie @DeanIsntFine Featuring Dean Winchester @DWImpala67 This is the second of my VBF stories, featuring my best fictional friend. It is set in the winter hiatus of Season 14, after "The Spear." To read the others, click: Part 1: "VBF" Part 3: "Last Call" Part 4: "Nourished" The door was open, just a crack. I pushed it, and bells rang above my head as I entered. “Hey, welcome to Rocky’s!” the friendly bartender boomed. “What can I getcha?” My breath caught as I saw him, wiping a glass behind the bar. I quickly cleared my throat and answered as I crossed the scarred, plank wood floor. “You have anything fancy, maybe with a tiny umbrella?” I asked. He eyed me warily -- but with a hint of amusement. I let out the breath I’d been holding. “Um, no,” he said, gesturing broadly around the establishment. “If you want fancy, you’re in the wrong place, lady.” “No, no,” I said. I s...

VBF A Supernatural story by Jennie @DeanIsntFine Featuring Dean Winchester @DWImpala67 This is the first of my VBF stories, featuring my best fictional friend. It is set in Season 14, right after "Unhuman Nature." To read the others, click: Part 2:  "Welcome to Rocky's" Part 3: "Last Call" Part 4:  "Nourished" As I climb into bed, I reach out over the edge, extending my hand into the empty darkness. As a child, I never had an “under the bed.” My dad built all the beds in my house, all with flat boards as a base and storage drawers underneath. Nowhere for monsters to hide. So I’d never had to fear them. My best friend kills monsters. Where he lives, they’re real.  When I reach out into the dark, sometimes I can feel his hand grasp mine. Sometimes… *** “Dean…” I call out to him with my mind. As I close my eyes for sleep, I can see the bunker’s tile hallways take shape out of the darkness. My bare fe...