Written by @rosemoonweaver Art by @dmsilvisart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 20,774 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Canon Divergent, Post Season 12, Eileen Lives, Canon Typical Violence, Case Fic, Magic, Vaginal Sex, First Kiss, Dean/Castiel (side pairing), discussions of past character death Summary: Sam is reeling after Eileen shows up, alive and totally unscathed, at the Winchester’s door. He’d seen her dead with his own two eyes, but apparently that’s just another one in the cruel string of fake-outs, near misses, and actual deaths his life has become these past thirteen years. He should be grateful that she’s alive, and he certainly is, but now he’s faced with the a reality that is somehow even worse. He’s still got feelings for her, and his drive to make sure she doesn’t wind up actually dead this time are putting a damper on whatever chance he thought they could have had at a real relationship. He doesn’t doubt her abilities, but he has no idea if he’s strong enough to make that leap.
Posting February 19th
Dean pulls a silver switchblade from his shirt pocket and flicks it open. He gestures of the creature’s hand, and she stretches it out for him, her eyes still on Sam. She flinches when the blade slides across her skin, but there is no smoke. Dean pockets it and repeats the process with holy water. Still no smoke. No hissing. No issues. Just a slightly wetter looking Eileen.
“See? I’m not a shifter. Or a demon. It’s just me.”
Sam exhales and lowers the gun. “How?”
“How what?”
“How aren’t you dead?” Dean asks.
“I saw your body. I had to make sure. You were – it was a hellhound,” Sam says.
Eileen’s face falls and she drops her arms. “I was on a plane until three days ago. I took a greyhound to Wichita.”
“But I -”
“I wasn’t me,” she says, “maybe you were mistaken – “
“No. It had your face. It was meant to be you. I was supposed to see you.”
“Oh, Sam.” Eileen comes forward, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling into his chest. Sam lets out a breath and allows his body to relax. His heart is thundering behind his ribs and he’s probably about to start crying, but he lets his free hand slide up and down Eileen’s back. She’s here. She’s real. She’s okay. Thank fuck.
A couple of people have suggested this pairing! Eileen is hard to draw…! I need to practice some more but I hope you’ll accept this offer in the meantime.
Hey, @profoundfall , I finally wrote that 4th of July ficlet (and not a moment too soon). And guess, what? 666 words!
There were few holidays the Winchesters actually celebrated. Christmas and Thanksgiving were always difficult to manage on the road, and Easter was a messy waste of eggs. Valentine’s Day didn’t become important until after they were old enough for hook-ups and even then it was really only celebrated by Dean. St. Patrick’s a good excuse to get drunk, but the Winchesters never really needed an excuse for that, and Halloween wasn’t even on the list of things they even wanted to think about. No, holidays were never really important to the Winchesters growing up, save for one; the Fourth of July.
It wasn’t that they were particularly patriotic, hell, neither Sam nor Dean had even registered to vote, it was more to do with the fact that every year on the fourth, things seemed a little more normal. Several times when they were children, John would make sure they were staying at a motel with a pool, so his boys could spend the day swimming before he took them out to a field in the middle of nowhere. There, he’s set up a small campfire and treat his boys to slow roasted hot dogs and smores, and, when it got dark, as many illegal fireworks as they could manage. When they got older, and John fell deeper into his obsession, it was Dean who took Sam out to the middle of nowhere, just to see the look on his face when they shot mortars into the air. To this day, the summer of ’95, the year they nearly set the entire field on fire, is Dean’s most cherished memory.
But in the past several years, they’d let their holiday celebrations slip. Too many bad things had been going on in their lives. Now, however, with the Darkness and God having made amends and Sam having been rescued from the Men of Letters, and their mom back from the dead, there was no reason not to celebrate.
It was some field in the middle of nowhere Nebraska, where they set up a few ratty old blankets around a small fire pit. Eileen had joined them, per Sam’s request. They’d been skyping a lot in the past few months, but Dean was a good big brother about it and hadn’t teased him too much about it. Their mother was a different story, however, constantly asking when she was going to be allowed to meet her. Now, Mary had finally gotten her wish and was sat between Eileen and Castiel, laughing as Eileen taught her simple signs and cracked jokes. Sam and Dean sat on the trunk of the Impala, watching and nursing their beers in the warm glow of the fire.
“This is nice,” Sam said, leaning back against the rear window.
Dean nodded in response, unwilling to break the peace of the evening with too many words. It was then when the first firework from the fairground, not ten miles away soared into the air and exploded into a starburst of red sparks. Mary, Cas, and Eileen turned their attention upwards, towards the lights in the sky as several more fireworks shrieked and crackled.
“I’m thinking of asking Eileen on a date. Like a real date,” Sam whispered, nudging Dean with his elbow.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I think it’s about time, ya’know?”
Dean smiled, watching the three people huddled together on the blanket. “Yeah, I think you’re right,” he said.
Sam and Eileen were cute together, and after all, they had been through it was about time Sam caught a break. Maybe it was about time that they all caught a break.
“And ya’know, maybe it’s about time for you, too,” Sam said, his eyes trailing over to the blue-eyed angel who was snickering at something their mother had said.
“Yeah, maybe it is.”
Sam and Dean hauled themselves off the trunk, settling in on either side of their mother to watch the light show above them, relishing in the warmth of the fire and family around them.
Summary: The world falls apart on a Tuesday without much fanfare; the undead walk the earth, and the living must do their best to survive. Sam and Eileen are alone on their Kansas farm, just struggling to get by and keep raiders from destroying what little they have left. But between the undead roaming their land and the people demanding tribute, something’s gotta give…
who’s the cuddler: Dean. Totally Dean. who makes the bed: Also Dean. He’s a neat freak. who wakes up first: Jimmy. He’s a restless sleeper so he’s usually the one up first. Dean is next because of work and Cas has to be dragged out of bed. who has the weird taste in music: Cas. Cas has very eclectic musical tastes, much to Dean and Jimmy’s surprise. who is more protective: It depends. They’re all very protective of each other, but Jimmy can be the most frightening when Cas is threatened. Dean is like a volcano; he blows up when Cas or Jimmy are in any perceived danger. Cas is more like a hurricane; he’s fast, loud, and destructive. Jimmy is a blizzard; he’s a cold, slow build until suddenly you’re buried under six feet of shit. who sings in the shower: Jimmy. He’s incredibly loud, too. who cries during movies: Jimmy and Dean. who spends the most while out shopping: It’s Dean. He likes very specific pasta sauce (if he doesn’t make it myself) and soap and sheets. who kisses more roughly: Jimmy. He’s a bit of a sloppy kisser, too. who is more dominate: Cas. Come on, is there really any doubt. gets jealous the most: They all go through bouts of jealousy. They try not to be, but when you’re in a triad it happens. Dean sometimes feels that Cas and Jimmy have a bond he could never hope to match, Jimmy worries that Cas and Dean could easily do without him because they fit so well, and Cas knows Dean and Jimmy have so many of the same interests that he worries he can’t keep up. one headcanon I have: Obviously they have some issues dealing with their relationship. It’s taboo, and that does put them under a lot of stress at times. They actually got into a huge fight when rumors about who Jimmy was sleeping with started to circulate at his work and he nearly broke it off with both Cas and Dean because he let it get inside his head. nicknames: Dean loves nicknames. He calls Cas and Jimmy “babe” and “sweetheart” but Jimmy is often JimJam (Jimmy hates that) and Cas is often Grumpy. Jimmy calls Cas Cassie to mess with him and Dean is “babe”. Cas doesn’t do nicknames, but when he’s irritated with Jimmy he calls him James (which Jimmy also hates). my rating of the ship from 1-10: 11
Sam/Eileen
who’s the cuddler:Sam is an octopus. who makes the bed: Eileen, because she knows how to handle the fitted sheet. who wakes up first:Sam. He’s very much a morning person. who has the weird taste in music: Sam listens to really weird stuff, but Eileen really likes the vibrations of the beats so I guess they both do. who is more protective: Sam. He’s like a big angry moose. Eileen can handle herself, but she’s so little and he wants to protect her. who sings in the shower: They both do. Together. It’s super cute. who cries during movies: Sam “I’m a big sap at heart” Winchester. who spends the most while out shopping: Eileen. Well, unless you count when they shop for personal items like shampoo. Sam will spend upwards of $20 on shampoo. Eileen doesn’t care as long as it smells nice. who kisses more roughly: Sam. Definitely. who is more dominate: Personality wise it’s Eileen. In the bedroom it’s Sam. gets jealous the most: Sam’s a little jealous of how talented Eileen is but he’s not really jealous-jealous. one headcanon I have: Sam tried to prose to Eileen but his hands were shaking so bad he couldn’t sign the question and he dropped her ring in the grass (he proposed on a picnic). It took thirty minutes to find the damn thing and she totally said yes. (She was going to ask him if he didn’t propose by the end of the week.) nicknames: They call each other the typical sweet things like “babe” and “honey” and “darling”. my rating of the ship from 1-10: 9
Yes yes yes! I didn’t expect to ship Saileen as hard as I do – I always thought nothing could beat Sam/Jess in terms of sweetness but Saileen is just damn… Awesome. STILL sour over that ending.
Same. Like, Sam and Eileen are just so sweet. Sam/Jess is still good, but having Sam and Eileen together whether in an au or canon verse, kicking ass and being adorable just kills me.
I reject that whole death thing. As far as I’m concerned it didn’t happen. (obvs it did but screw canon.) They can pry Saileen from my cold, dead hands.
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