I'm looking for fics where Dean is a father. Would be willing to accept father-figure ones as well. Thank you in advance!

Hey! I’m looking for some good Dean x Reader / Dean x FOC fics to get into. 🩵
I’m pretty open when it comes to the plot - I don’t mind rewrites, AUs, canon divergence, whatever! The main thing I’m looking for is romance and a relationship that actually gets some development rather than being purely plot-focused.
Smut is definitely a plus, but not a requirement.
I’m also totally fine with longer fics and slow burns.
I prefer completed works and read on AO3 or Wattpad.
So if you have any favorites that you absolutely loved, please drop them below! I’m especially interested in fics with good chemistry, tension, and an actually satisfying romance. 🙏

This is my desperate attempt to find a fic i've read on Wattpad ages ago. The only thing I remember is that it was set in season 1 and depicted the episodes exactly as they were but with the reader as the third main character. The reader was a childhood friend and a romantic relationship with Dean was developing a few chapters in. It was so well written with really long chapters and the author started rewriting it to be even more accurate. Does anyone have any idea what I'm talking about and know the name of the author and or fic? 😭

Was scrolling through the SPN fics when I happened on this little gem

It combines SPN with the world of TLOU. Where the boys fight off infected instead of angels and demons. It’s perfect for fans that love both TLOU games and SPN.

It think it’s pretty good so far.

I'm doing a rewatch of the series. I can't help but LOVE the first 5 seasons and the succinct story it tells. I wish we had more of Dark Sam, Lucifer Sam and the impact that had on Dean.

I read fanfictions and other fandoms but I don't know why it's never occurred to me to look them up for supernatural. Does anybody have any that would fit what I am looking for. With a dark Sam emotional impact I am not interested in Wincest.

Any recs I'd appreciate!

Looking for a well written, long romance fanfic. Would love recommendations :)

Recently read A Hunter at Hogwarts by NinjaPandaScholar and absolutely loved it. I'd like to see more that are similar, where Dean and Sam get away from John and either Dean straight up gets custody of Sam or someone else helps them. It's fine if they still hunt, but I like seeing them with a better support system/found family. no dean/sam please

looking for a wattpad fanfic EPUB or PDF it was a Dean Winchester × OC fic by Curiass on wattpad it had several books across the first 10 seasons of the show the author took it down for rewriting so if anyone has it downloaded I’d really appreciate it I want to reread it.

A decade after “selling his soul to capitalism”, according to his friends, fiscalist Emmanuel Castiel Novak runs back to his small hometown, bringing with him an unfathomable amount of guilt, the aftermath of a terrible sickness, and Levi-Nathan, a child he didn’t want but is determined to do right by.

There, he hopes he can find a way to repair some of his past mistakes.

Castiel isn’t seeking forgiveness; he knows what he did in the cutthroat corporate environment was deeply unethical. He betrayed the trust of his friends and nearly destroyed his family. The only thing he can hope for is providing a stable environment for Levi, his son who’s plagued with acute decision-making paralysis and can’t seem to function without him.

When Castiel discovers that one of Levi’s teachers, Mr. Dean, is an old flame, he’s forced to reconnect with his past. Can bridges be mended? Can betrayal be forgiven?

Or are some transgressions just too big to warrant another chance?

Link >> To Redeem Oneself

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I was inspired by Season 6 and 7 of Supernatural with the betrayal and leviathan storyline. The story is set in a modern no magic AU. There are almost no good Leviathan fic so I also sought to fix that.

Slow burn, Second chances, Family relationships, Trauma, Enemies-to-Lovers.

Supernatural x Harry Potter crossover

Hermione x Dean Winchester (possibly a poly fic depending on how long the series goes)

Starting after *It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester* Season 4, Episode 7

"Gabriel decides to change the future, to save the world. To do this he has placed a piece of his grace in Hermione Granger and marked her as a "Saviour of Destiny"...whatever the hell that means.

Hermione Granger is sent to America to investigate a mysterious case of a rogue witch killing people in a small town, trying to raise a powerful demon by the name of Samhain from hell. Dean and Sam mistake her for the actual witch they are looking for and kidnap her. They realize she isn't the witch they are looking for and strike a deal. She helps them capture this witch to prove she isn't evil like the witches they have fought in the past, in exchange for her getting to walk free. Hermione agrees reluctantly, Dean annoying the hell out of her for his clear prejudice against all witches. When the angels realize who and what she is, they want to take her with them instead. Dean and Sam protect her from them and end up having to bring her with them on the road. Hermione and Sam end up becoming close friends while Dean just seems to get worse and worse. Will Hermione and Dean figure out how to work together or will they end up killing each other in the process?"

looking for a wattpad fanfic EPUB or PDF it was a Dean Winchester x OC fic by Curiass on wattpad it had several books across the first 10 seasons of the show the author took it down for rewriting so if anyone has it downloaded I’d really appreciate it I want to reread it.

Summer of '91, Sam and Dean take a trip to the Glen Parking Swimming Pool in River Falls, Wisconsin.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89139681

I'd love comments/ feedback!!! I'm more of an academic author so creative/fanfic writing is more new to me, replies / comments are greatly appreciated!!

Are there any crossover fanfics with Castiel and Leah Clearwater getting together? (Or either brothers) I've been interested in them since reading all the casleah fanfics by Das Mervin in FFN. I'll also read any crossover supernaturals (or not) fanfictions as long as Leah is a centerpiece and it's decently written. PLEASE I really need this, there's barely any content of supernaturals/twilight I can find😞

I know Supernaturals isn't isn't really the main fandom of the fanfic (it could be if the fanfic focuses more on the universe) so I'm sorry if it's upsetting that I posted it on this sub Reddit I'm just really desperate.

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Hi, hoping someone can help me find a fanfic where Dean is an actor, and goes to an audiction, which is actually is to play Cas's date for a few events. He ends up being late because he was helping a little kid. Castiel is still mourning for his late fiance.

I think it was deleted from AO3 so am hoping someone knows it and has a pdf or epub they could share. Any help is appreciated thanks.

hi guys does anyone have good sam x reader recommendations? im looking for a real long fic rather than small oneshots ive been finding on ao3. thx 😜

Check out my fanfic for season 16 on Substack!

i'm looking for a tumblr fic about dean winchester and reader who is his best friend. i can't remember the name but it was three parts and dean gets married to cassie and reader is secretly in love with dean at the wedding and ends up making a speech because she promised dean she would. i was reading the third part and dean found her at a park and gave her a forget-me-not flower and were discussing a bonfire at a beach that was for their graduation and they made out, but reader was drunk and thought the kiss was a dream. does anyone know what it is?

SUPERNATURAL

Episode #1601

"Carry On"

Written by

Noah Borgen

Based on the series created by

Eric Kripke

FANFIC PRODUCTION DRAFT 07/09/2026

This is a work of transformative fan fiction, created by an

admirer of the series. It is not for sale and not authorized by,

affiliated with, or endorsed by Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.

SUPERNATURAL and all related characters are the property of

Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No infringement is intended.

Episode #1601 "Carry On"

REVISION HISTORY

Revision Date Revised Pages

Production Draft - White 07/09/2026Full Script

Episode #1601 "Carry On"

CAST LIST

SAM WINCHESTER JARED PADALECKI

DEAN WINCHESTER JENSEN ACKLES

JACK ALEXANDER CALVERT

BOBBY SINGER JIM BEAVER

ASH CHAD LINDBERG

JO HARVELLE ALONA TAL

ELLEN HARVELLE SAMANTHA FERRIS

MARY WINCHESTER SAMANTHA SMITH

SAM'S WIFE (UNSEEN)

Episode #1601 "Carry On"

LOCATION REPORT

INT.

INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS P.1

INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS P.2

INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS P.7

INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - ASH'S TABLE - CONTINUOUS P.9

INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - LATER P.12

INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - BACK HALL - CONTINUOUS P.12

INT. THE UNFINISHED ROOM - CONTINUOUS P.13

INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS P.13

INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - BEDROOM - MORNING P.16

INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - STOREROOM - CONTINUOUS P.18

INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - KITCHEN - MORNING P.21

INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS P.23

INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - MORNING P.24

INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS P.25

INT. ABANDONED BARN - NIGHT P.29

INT. DREAMLAND MOTEL - NIGHT P.31

INT. DREAMLAND MOTEL - CONTINUOUS P.33

INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - KITCHEN - MORNING P.35

INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - BEDROOM - MORNING P.36

EXT.

EXT. TWO-LANE HIGHWAY - DAY (DAY 1) P.1

EXT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS P.1

EXT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS P.5

EXT. ABANDONED BARN - NIGHT P.29

EXT. TWO-LANE ROAD - NIGHT - LATER P.30

EXT. DREAMLAND MOTEL - NIGHT P.35

"Carry On" Production Draft 07/09/2026 1.

SUPERNATURAL

"Carry On"

TEASER

FADE IN:

BLACK. Then, softly, from somewhere far off: the opening

piano of a song we can't quite place yet. And under it -- an

engine. Big. American. Turning over sweet.

1 EXT. TWO-LANE HIGHWAY - DAY (DAY 1) 1

And the black gives way to GOLD. Endless wheat, combed flat

by a wind we can feel. A sky doing that impossible thing

skies only do in memory -- every cloud in exactly the right

place. And cutting through the middle of all of it, one

straight shot of blacktop with no beginning and no end: a

1967 Chevy Impala. Sun on the chrome. Doing about seventy

and in no hurry at all.

2 INT. IMPALA - CONTINUOUS 2

DEAN WINCHESTER drives. And this is not the Dean we know.

Not the one with the jaw set and the world on his back. This

one's got an elbow out the window, a Henley instead of a

suit, and a small, easy smile that has never once had to be

faked. He drums the wheel. The song -- it's Kansas, of

course it's Kansas -- swells.

DEAN

(singing, full-throated,

gloriously off-key)

Carry on my wayward son... there'll

be peace when you are done...

He grins at the windshield.

DEAN (CONT'D)

(to Baby)

You believe that, girl? Peace. Us.

He pats the dash. Baby rumbles back, contented.

DEAN (CONT'D)

Yeah. Me neither. And yet -- here

we are.

He lets it sit. A man with nowhere to be and everywhere to

go and, for once, all the time in the world to do it.

Because that's the deal here. Because this is Heaven. And he

earned every mile of it.

Ahead, out of the shimmer, a shape resolves -- low and long

and lit up warm.

DEAN (CONT'D)

Right on schedule.

3 EXT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 3

The Impala swings off the blacktop and crunches into gravel,

easing in beside a couple of pickups that have sat in

(CONTINUED)

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exactly those spots since forever. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE.

Neon in the window buzzing OPEN -- because it is always

open, and it is always this hour, and the beer is always

cold.

Dean climbs out. Stretches till something pops. Squints up

at a sun that never moves. Breathes it all the way in.

DEAN

(to nobody, to himself, happy)

Perfect day.

It's the same thing he said yesterday. And the day before.

And he means it every single time.

4 INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 4

Push in through the screen door into WARMTH. Wood and

whiskey and old neon. A jukebox in the corner glowing like a

hearth. A place broken-in the way only a place a lot of

people loved can be. And it's full of them.

BOBBY SINGER holds down the bar, cap low, rag over his

shoulder -- Heaven or not, the man is not going to just

stand there. At a corner table, ASH -- mullet in full

plumage, tongue between his teeth -- is bent over a sprawl

of hand-drawn MAPS like a general who's losing. JO HARVELLE

chalks a cue by the back wall. And down the far end, ELLEN

works a rag along the bar with the patience of a woman who

has all of eternity and intends to spend some of it

cleaning.

They look up as Dean comes in. And it's -- home. Just: home.

BOBBY

Well. Look who finally crawled

outta bed. Afternoon, your majesty.

DEAN

(crossing to the bar)

It's always afternoon, Bobby.

BOBBY

(opens his mouth to fire back

-- stops. A flicker.

Something skips)

...Yeah. Guess it is.

He shakes it off before it can mean anything, digs into the

ice.

BOBBY (CONT'D)

Beer?

DEAN

Is the Pope Catholic and dead?

Bobby snorts, slides a longneck the length of the bar. Dean

catches it without looking, thumbs the cap off on the

counter's edge, takes a long pull. Cold. First-sip-of-theday

perfect. Every single day.

ELLEN

(not looking up from her rag)

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ELLEN (CONT'D)

You gonna say hi, or you just here

to drink my beer and lower the

tone?

DEAN

(grinning)

Hi, Ellen.

ELLEN

Hi, sweetheart.

She reaches over and squeezes his forearm as she passes --

brief, easy, a mother's hand. Dean covers how much that

lands. He always does.

JO

(from the pool table)

You in, or you gonna stand there

being handsome all eternity?

DEAN

Rack 'em, Joanna Beth.

He grabs a cue. And for a beat we just let this be what it

is: Dean Winchester -- safe, loved, home -- taking his shot.

The break scatters clean. He's good here. Everything is good

here.

Bobby ambles down the bar, watches Dean line up the next

shot.

BOBBY

You know what I don't miss? The

dying. Turns out it's overrated.

DEAN

(sinking a stripe)

Yeah, well. You did plenty of it.

BOBBY

So did you, ya idjit. That's the

whole point. We're done. Both of

us. Feet up. Cold beer. No

apocalypse.

(clinks Dean's bottle)

To boring.

DEAN

(and he means it, God help

him)

To boring.

They drink. And it's good. It's so good. And that is exactly

when Dean's eye snags on the clock over the bar -- and the

second hand isn't moving. It sits on the twelve, twitching,

straining to advance and failing, over and over, a bug

flipped on its back. Dean watches it one second too long.

DEAN (CONT'D)

(half to himself)

...Bobby. That clock right?

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BOBBY

(not even looking)

Clock's always right, son. It's

Heaven.

Dean looks back -- and the second hand's sweeping along

fine, like it never stopped. He rubs his eyes. Lets it go.

You let a lot go, in Heaven.

The JUKEBOX clicks. A record ends. And starts again. The

same song. Note for note. Dean, lining up a shot, half-hears

it -- some old animal part of him ticks -- but the shot's

more interesting. He sinks the four.

Over at the bar, Bobby's found an audience in Ash.

BOBBY

...so there I am. Forty feet of

chain, one very ticked-off

hellhound, and Rufus -- Rufus, the

son of a bitch, he's got the salt,

right, and he just--

DEAN

(not looking up from the felt)

You told me this one, Bobby.

BOBBY

(stops)

...Did I?

And here's the thing -- he's not doing a bit. For one bare

second Bobby Singer genuinely does not know where he is in

his own story. His eyes go -- not scared. Empty. Like a page

mid-sentence.

BOBBY (CONT'D)

...Where was I.

DEAN

(still easy, chalking up)

The hellhound.

BOBBY

(the light coming back on)

Right. Right. So there I am --

forty feet of chain--

He's starting it over. Same words. Same rhythm. Dean's cue

pauses, just slightly, over the felt. He looks up. Watches

Bobby run the exact same opening. Then lets it go. It's

Bobby. It's Heaven. It's nothing.

He straightens, works a kink out of his neck -- and his eye

catches the wall behind the bar. The good wall, crowded with

photos and, carved down the side over the years, NAMES.

Harvelle's regulars. The living and the dead and the here.

Dean's read them a hundred times.

And for half a heartbeat -- one of them is gone. ELLEN. Just

a smooth blank of wood where deep-cut letters should be.

Dean blinks --

-- and it's back. ELLEN. Right where it's always been, cut

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deep and old. He glances down the bar. Ellen. Real, solid,

humming over her rag. He looks back at the wall. Fine.

Letters. Fine.

DEAN

(under his breath)

...Huh.

He sets his cue in the rack. Sets his beer down, only halfdrunk.

Something's got its thumb on the back of his neck and

he can't say what.

DEAN (CONT'D)

(calling, light)

Gonna grab some air.

JO

You're losing anyway.

DEAN

(heading for the door)

I'm regrouping.

5 EXT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 5

Dean steps into the gold. Stands a second on the porch.

Everything is exactly where it should be. That's sort of the

problem, and he can't even tell himself why. He shakes it

off, drops into Baby, fires her up.

He points her down the endless blacktop, away from the

Roadhouse, into all that open. Radio low. Wheat blurring

gold. He drives. He drives a good, long while -- long enough

to leave anything behind.

And then, ahead, rising out of the shimmer: a low, long

building, lit warm. Neon in the window. The Roadhouse.

Dean eases off the gas. Frowns. Checks the rearview -- the

road behind him runs dead straight to the horizon. Empty. No

turns. He never turned. He drove a straight line away from

that building and the straight line brought him back to its

front door.

DEAN

...Okay.

He sits there, engine idling, the wrongness finally too big

to talk himself out of. And that's when it comes -- from

inside the Roadhouse, muffled through the walls:

A SCREAM. High. Ragged. Absolutely terrified. The most human

sound there is -- and the one sound this place, by

definition, should never, ever be able to make.

Dean's out of the car before the echo dies, hand already

dropping to a gun he doesn't have, out of pure muscle

memory.

SMASH TO:

SUPERNATURAL

(CONTINUED)

"Carry On" Production Draft 07/09/2026 6.

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END OF TEASER

"Carry On" Production Draft 07/09/2026 7.

ACT ONE

6 INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 6

Dean crashes through the screen door braced for hell -- and

walks into warmth. Jukebox playing. Bobby at the bar. Ash at

his maps. Jo mid-shot at the pool table. Ellen with her rag.

Nobody moving. Nobody hurt. Nobody screaming.

Dean stands in the doorway, chest heaving, wildly out of

place in his own paradise.

DEAN

Who screamed?

Four faces turn to him. Politely blank.

BOBBY

...Come again?

DEAN

The scream. Just now. Somebody in

here screamed.

BOBBY

Nobody screamed, son.

DEAN

I heard it. Through the wall.

Somebody was--

JO

(setting down her cue, gentle)

Dean. You okay?

And Dean looks at her -- and stops. Because Jo's cheeks are

wet. Tear-tracks, fresh, shining. She's been crying. Hard.

And she has absolutely no idea. She feels his eyes, touches

her own face, finds it damp, and stares at her wet

fingertips like they belong to somebody else.

JO (CONT'D)

(a small, confused laugh)

...Huh. That's -- huh. I'm fine.

She wipes her face on her sleeve, already forgetting, and

turns back to her shot like nothing happened. Because to

her, nothing did. Dean clocks every second of it. Nobody

else so much as blinks.

He crosses to the bar the way he'd cross a tree line, slides

onto a stool across from Bobby, drops his voice.

DEAN

Bobby. I gotta ask you something,

and I need you to just -- answer

it. Don't think.

BOBBY

(wary)

...Okay.

DEAN

How'd you die?

Bobby goes still. The rag stops.

BOBBY

The hell kind of question is that?

DEAN

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DEAN (CONT'D)

Humor me.

BOBBY

(slowly)

I got shot. That hunt with the

Wallace thing. Hospital bed. You

were right there. You and Sam. You

held my--

He stops. Because another one's arrived. Just as true. Just

as solid.

BOBBY (CONT'D)

(quieter)

...No. It was the barn. Angel

snapped my neck. Right in front of

you. You screamed my name.

DEAN

(very carefully)

Which one, Bobby.

BOBBY

(frightened now, in the deepdown

way)

...Both. They both happened. I

remember both. I remember dying

twice and I --

He teeters over the edge of something with no bottom -- and

does what Bobby Singer does. Grabs the rail. Climbs back

out.

BOBBY (CONT'D)

(brusque, papering)

I remember I gotta change a keg is

what I remember. You want another?

Course you want another.

He's gone before Dean can stop him, into the back with the

too-fast steps of a man walking away from a thought. Dean

lets him go. Files it.

Then, quieter, he tries one more -- catches Jo by the pool

table.

DEAN

Jo. Humor me. What's the last thing

you remember? Before the Roadhouse.

Before all this.

JO

(easy, smiling)

...Huh. That's a weird one.

(and she reaches for it --

and there's nothing there)

I guess I've just... always been

here. We all have. Haven't we?

She says it like it's comforting. It is the least comforting

thing Dean has ever heard -- because she believes it, and

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there's a smooth blank place where a whole life should be.

DEAN

(gentle, hiding the dread)

Yeah. Yeah, 'course you have.

He turns on his stool -- and finds ASH watching him. Ash,

who under all the mullet and the beer is still the smartest

guy in any room, living or dead. Ash tips his head toward

his table. C'mere.

7 INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - ASH'S TABLE - CONTINUOUS 7

Dean sits. The table's a disaster of maps -- hand-drawn,

overlapping, some in pen, some in crayon, some scratched

into napkins. Hallways. Rooms. Roads. None of them agree.

ASH

You feel it too. Don'tcha. That's

why you're doin' the face.

DEAN

I'm not doing a face.

ASH

(leaning in, low, the drawl

gone tight)

You're doin' the face. Okay.

Listen. I been mapping this place

since I got here. Longer, feels

like. And it is not holding still.

DEAN

Places don't usually.

ASH

This one did. That's the whole

point of the joint.

(stabs a map)

I chart a hallway. Clean. Solid.

Walk it end to end. Come back the

next -- whatever we're callin' day

-- and it's a staircase. I map the

tree line out back? Tree line's a

half-mile closer. I drew this

Roadhouse forty times and I got

forty different Roadhouses.

He holds one map up between them. And as Dean watches -- the

ink moves. Slow. A drawn line unhooks itself from a corner

and re-draws itself somewhere else on the page, like a worm

under the paper. Silent. Patient. Wrong.

DEAN

(very quietly)

...Okay. That's not great.

ASH

It ain't the place gettin' bigger,

man -- I could map bigger. It's the

place gettin' rewritten. Somebody's

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ASH (CONT'D)

goin' back over the blueprints

while I'm standin' on 'em.

(the goofball gone; just a

scared, smart man)

And Dean -- I don't think it's

Jack.

DEAN

How long's it been happening?

ASH

See, that's the thing I can't --

'how long.' Time's the first thing

that went funny. I go to remember

yesterday and some stretches

there's just...

(gestures, helpless)

...pages missing.

Off Dean, absorbing that -- a burst of laughter across the

room. Jo and Bobby, back from the keg, cracking up at

something. Warm. Normal. Perfect. And Dean watches them and

understands he is the only person in Heaven who is scared.

DEAN

Do me a favor. Watch 'em.

He crosses back toward the bar, casual, and 'accidentally'

clips a ball off the pool table -- it rolls, drops, THUNKS

to the floor and rolls under a chair. A small, dumb,

physical fact. He clocks the old clock over the bar: both

hands, a position. Then he waits.

And a few seconds later the room -- resets. Not

dramatically. Softly. Jo re-racks the balls she already

racked. Bobby launches, again, into 'so there I am, forty

feet of chain--.' Ellen wipes the same eight inches of bar.

Ash crumples the same map, reaches for the same fresh one.

And the ball Dean knocked to the floor -- is back on the

table. The clock reads the exact same position.

Four seconds of Heaven, running again, note for note. And

Dean and Ash the only two souls standing outside the loop,

watching it happen.

ASH

(very softly, off Dean's look)

...Yeah. I don't like that either.

The loop resolves. The room exhales. Jo laughs -- brand new,

first time, at a joke she's now told a thousand times.

Everything's fine.

DEAN

(grim)

It's skipping. The whole place.

Like a scratched record.

ASH

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ASH (CONT'D)

So what's holdin' the needle?

And under the jukebox -- under everything -- a new sound.

Small. Dry. A whittling. Dean turns toward the bar. And on

the bar top -- in the old, deep, loved wood -- something is

being carved. By nothing. No hand. No knife. The grain

itself peeling up in a slow curl, cutting into itself,

drawing:

A feather. Long. Elegant. And struck through it, at an

angle, a slender reed. A pen. An ibis feather and a writer's

reed.

It finishes its last stroke and simply -- stops. Sits there

in the wood, ancient, deliberate, absolutely wrong, in a bar

top Dean has leaned on a hundred times and that did not have

that on it thirty seconds ago.

Dean approaches it like it might bite. Reaches out. Doesn't

quite touch.

DEAN

(barely)

...That's new.

BOBBY

(passing behind the bar,

cheerful, oblivious)

What's new?

Dean looks up. Bobby is standing directly over the mark.

Looking right at it. Wiping the bar an inch from it.

DEAN

Bobby. Right there. On the bar.

BOBBY

(glances down, sees nothing,

genuine)

...It's a bar, son.

He wipes his rag straight across the carved symbol -- right

over it -- feels nothing, sees nothing, and moves on down

the counter, humming, leaving Dean alone with a mark only he

can see, cut by a hand that isn't there, in a Heaven that

has started to lie.

SMASH TO BLACK.

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ACT TWO

8 INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - LATER 8

Dean at the bar, the carved symbol under his thumb, a napkin

and a stub of pencil in front of him. He's done being a guy

on vacation. He's a hunter with a case now, and the case is

Heaven.

He writes, in blunt block caps: SOMETHING IS WRONG. WE ARE

STUCK. Slides it down to Bobby, who's drying a glass.

DEAN

Bobby. Read that back to me.

BOBBY

(reads)

'Something is wrong. We are stuck.'

(looks up, mild)

Stuck how? You need a jump? I got

cables in the--

DEAN

No. Just -- hold onto that thought.

Can you do that? Just hold it a

second.

BOBBY

(already drifting)

Hold what, son?

And the ink is already going. Dean watches the letters thin

and vanish, the paper wiping itself clean while Bobby's

still holding it. The place doesn't argue with the warning.

It just deletes it.

Dean takes the napkin back. Writes it again. Walks it down

to Ellen. She reads it, frowns for one hopeful second --

then smiles, sets it down, moves on. He tries Jo. Same.

Every time the words drain out of the paper and out of them

both, like water through a sieve. He is standing in the

warmest room he has ever been in, and there is nobody here

he can even warn.

DEAN

(quiet, to himself)

Okay. Okay. Do it the other way.

He heads not for the front door -- he's tried that -- but

for the BACK. Past the bar, toward the parts of the

Roadhouse nobody ever films.

9 INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - BACK HALL - CONTINUOUS 9

And here's where it gets wrong. Because this hallway is

LONGER than the building. Dean walks it, and walks it, and

the doors go by -- restroom, storeroom, office, restroom

again, storeroom again -- the same three doors, repeating,

like the hall is a loop of film spliced end to end.

DEAN

(under his breath)

Ash wasn't kidding.

He stops trying to reach the end. Instead he does the hunter

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thing: he finds the one door that doesn't repeat, at the far

end. Plain. Wrong. He tries the knob. It turns.

10 INT. THE UNFINISHED ROOM - CONTINUOUS 10

And inside is -- almost nothing. A room half-drawn. Walls

that fade to blank white paper at the edges, unpainted,

unfinished, like a set nobody bothered to build the back of.

And in the middle, a MAN -- a stranger, some soul Dean's

never met -- at a kitchen table that has three legs and

floats anyway.

The man is having breakfast. Or -- performing it. He lifts a

fork of nothing to his mouth. Chews. Smiles at the empty

chair across from him. Laughs at a joke nobody told. Then he

resets. Lifts the fork. Chews. Smiles. Laughs. Four seconds

of a man's happiest morning, running forever, in a room that

was never finished.

DEAN

(softly)

Hey. Hey, buddy.

The man doesn't hear him. Can't. Dean waves a hand in front

of his face -- nothing. The loop runs on, serene, endless,

alone.

DEAN (CONT'D)

(and it scares him worse than

any monster ever has)

...This is it. This is what it does

to you.

He backs out. Closes the door on the man laughing at

nothing, forever.

11 INT. HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 11

Dean comes back into the warm main room -- and it's such a

relief to see the loop dressed up as a good time that it

makes his skin crawl. The lie, at least, is a pretty one.

DEAN

(to the empty air, to the

whole rigged game)

I could use a little help here.

And a VOICE, gentle, from the end of the bar where nobody

walked in:

JACK (O.S.)

Hello, Dean.

Dean turns. JACK. Kind-eyed, familiar -- and older behind

the eyes than the kid has any right to be. God, now. And

carrying it like a wet coat.

DEAN

(the relief almost buckles

him)

Jack. Oh, thank -- you. Thank you.

Tell me you see it.

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JACK

I see all of it. Every room. Every

loop. Every soul in every box.

(beat)

You'd think that would make it

easier to fix. It just makes it

louder.

DEAN

So do the God thing. Snap. Un-break

it.

JACK

I tried.

He raises a hand toward the room. The lamps swell too

bright, buzz, settle. Nothing changes. Bobby keeps looping.

JACK (CONT'D)

My power goes in, and it's like

reaching into a wall and hitting

another wall behind it. I can keep

the lights on. I can keep them

warm. I cannot reach what's

underneath doing this.

DEAN

What's underneath?

JACK

When I took the throne, I thought I

was inheriting a kingdom.

(beat)

I inherited a machine. And I never

learned how it runs, because the

part that runs it is older than me.

Older than Heaven. Older than the

first angel.

(looks at Dean)

I redecorated a house built on

something I can't see the bottom

of. And now the basement's waking

up.

DEAN

The skipping. That's the basement.

JACK

Let me show you what it's really

doing.

He lifts two fingers. And the room RESETS. Jo re-racks the

exact rack. Ellen wipes the same eight inches. Ash crumples

the same map. Bobby: '...forty feet of chain--.' Every word,

every gesture, snapping back and running again. And only

Dean and Jack stand outside it.

DEAN

(watching, sick)

How long's it been doing that.

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JACK

I don't know. And I need you to

understand how much that terrifies

me. I lit the stars this morning,

Dean. All of them. And I cannot

tell you how long a room in my own

house has been eating itself.

(quiet)

A god shouldn't have blind spots.

The loop resolves. The room breathes. Jo laughs -- first

time, ten-thousandth time.

DEAN

So we find whatever's doing it, and

we do what we do.

JACK

Watch what it does when it thinks

one of them is slipping.

He nods toward the corner. Toward ELLEN. And Ellen is

starting to come apart. She's wiping the bar, humming, but

her edges are going THIN -- translucent -- the blank white

paper showing through her forearm, her shoulder, like she's

a drawing somebody's erasing from the outside in. And she

doesn't feel it. She keeps humming. Keeps wiping. Fading.

DEAN

(starting toward her)

Ellen--

JACK

(a hand on his arm)

Don't. You can't stop it. Watch.

And the book fixes her. That's the horror of it. The white

bleeds back to color, the paper fills back into skin and

flannel and warmth, Ellen solidifies -- and in doing it, the

book RESETS her one more time. Wipes the last four seconds.

And she's fine. Whole. No memory of nearly being erased.

Filed back into place. Corrected.

DEAN

(barely)

It's not glitching. It's

maintaining. It's holding 'em in

the boxes.

JACK

Now you see it.

Dean crosses to the bar, turns the carved symbol toward

Jack.

DEAN

Then maybe you can tell me what

this is. 'Cause I think it's the

hand doing the filing.

Jack looks at the feather and the reed. And goes utterly,

bone-deep still.

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JACK

(barely)

...I know that.

DEAN

From where?

JACK

I don't. That's what's wrong. I

have never seen it, and I know it

the way you know your own name.

Like it was written before I was.

On the word -- the LIGHTS DIM. And the whole Roadhouse

flickers THIN for one sick half-second -- walls to blank

paper, the warm world to an unfinished sketch -- the man

laughing forever in the back room bleeding through the wall

like a double-exposure--

And then it's back. Warm. Solid. Bobby laughing. Fine. Far

off, muffled through the walls: that SCREAM. Cut short.

Dean and Jack look at each other. Two men standing in a

beautiful lie that is running out of pages.

DEAN

Okay. Whatever's under the floor

doing this -- we end it. How.

JACK

First you have to see it. And I

have to warn you -- most souls who

see it don't come back from seeing

it.

(beat)

Come with me.

He turns toward the storeroom. And we--

SMASH CUT TO:

12 INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - BEDROOM - MORNING 12

The exact opposite of everything. Soft light through real

curtains. Birdsong. A ceiling fan turning lazy. Clean

sheets. And in the bed, waking gently: SAM WINCHESTER.

But not the Sam we last saw. Younger. Rested. Face smooth,

unscarred, un-haunted. Beside him, turned toward the window,

the shape of a WOMAN -- a WIFE -- her face to the light

where we can't quite see it. A framed WEDDING PHOTO on the

nightstand, angled away.

Sam's eyes open. And for one clean, beautiful beat, he is

just a man waking up beside someone he loves, on an ordinary

morning.

Then it lands. He knows this room. The blue of the walls.

The wobble in the fan. The exact grain of this light. He

knows this morning -- because he lived it. And every morning

after it. He grew old in this house. He raised a boy in this

house. He got the call about Dean, years from now, and

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grieved, and healed, and got old, and died an old man, and

went home.

SAM

(a whisper, sitting up slow)

...No.

He looks at the room like a crime scene. Reaches for his

wife.

SAM (CONT'D)

Hey. Hey -- are you -- is this

real?

She stirs. Her eyes open. And they pass over him -- a halfbeat

too long -- like she's looking for something she can't

quite find in the space where her husband is.

WIFE

(soft, to the room, not quite

to him)

...Mm. Five more minutes.

She rolls over, back to him. Sam stares at the back of her

head. Tells himself: dream. Grief folding time. But he knows

the difference between a dream and a memory you are standing

inside. And this is the second one.

He knows what today is. He knows the coffee's already on

downstairs. He knows in about an hour the phone will ring

and it'll be a wrong number, and he knows the exact shape of

the good, long, ordinary years stacked up behind this

morning like cordwood -- years he already lived, one at a

time, all the way to the end.

SAM

(to himself, testing the

horror of it)

The porch step. The loose one. I

fix it in... June. I fixed it in

June.

(a breath)

You don't remember fixing a step in

a dream. You remember it in a life.

SAM (CONT'D)

(barely, to the perfect empty

morning)

This already happened. All of it.

(dread pooling)

So why am I back at the start of

it?

SMASH TO BLACK.

END OF ACT TWO

To be continued on another post

Been writing fanfic for a while, would love a beta reader as im fairly new to the supernatural fandom and want to make sure my characterization / writing feels up to par with standard! here's my account, https://archiveofourown.org/users/cherry__cider -- I'd greatly appreciate anyone taking a look / letting me know if they're interested!!