[Set in greypicketfence. Alec is smart_alec494 and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Dean and Alec future fic using the prompt “slang.” Ben is mini_dean who I don’t have permission for but lots of love.]“Can’t understand a word that comes out of her mouth anymore ( Read more... )

Most families on the block were just happy to get a snowman out of their kids, but somehow the Winchester front lawn managed to find itself graced with the snowy likenesses of Batman and company.

The trick every year became “keeping the cats from shredding them” as oppose to “finding where to hang them.”

All of his living family members were together in one place, and it wasn’t beyond him that this was going to be the first of many Christmases with his kids, but it was also his first of many without his brother and that couldn’t help but hurt.

The snowflakes really did look beautiful, as did his daughter, but Dean was pretty sure that Lisa was going to have a heart attack when she came home and found both Sammy, the kitchen, and a good chunk of Sabbath covered in sparkly, silvery glitter.

Dean could hear Sammy in the kitchen singing along to whatever Alec was playing on the piano while Ben was sitting on the couch with him telling him about whatever he was doing down in Indianapolis with Haley, and he was just soaking in how nice it was to have the whole family home for Christmas.

Dean was surprised to find Alec curled up in a tiny ball around Ansel under the Christmas tree, but even if he knew that he could totally ruin Santa if he wasn’t extremely quiet-kid had ears like a bat-he really didn’t have the heart to move him.

[Set in greypicketfence. Lisa is hisgumbygirl and used with permission of her mun who made a request for a Dean/Lisa kiss.]

Home is where your heart is
Find where you belong, start to take control, show a little soul
Then you feel who you areDean dropped his keys on the table by the door as he made his way into the house and Lisa came in behind him. They both just kind of ( Read more... )

Restraint wasn’t one of Dean’s attributes-any boy that had tried to date his daughter and seen the end of his shotgun could attest to that.

[three_syllables is mine to use and abuse as I choose and hisgumbygirl is used with permission. Set in greypicketfence.]

There was a scream from somewhere in the house.

It was six in the morning, and Dean was never ever up that early, but Samantha was. High school had this thing about starting at the crack ass of dawn, and while Winchesters, with the exception of the freak of nature ( Read more... )