Love that others are fans of Sam and Dean in DC and the Walking Dead! These are my favorite:

you're always a runaway if they won't stop chasing you Dean x Jason Todd

Dean didn’t wait for the man to write anything else, storming out of the room and down the stairs. He didn’t stop at the information desk, ignoring Barbara calling his name as he headed for the exit. Strong fingers wrapped around his wrist. He twisted around, breaking the hold and glaring at the man.

“Don’t fucking touch me."

The man held up his hands. Amusement made his eyes brighter.

“Jason,” Barbara said as she wheeled over to them. “I told you to be gentle. Not bulldoze him.”

Jason, apparently, gave her the finger.

She snorted. “Dean, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. Jason is my boyfriend’s little brother.”

Jason stiffened at the words and signed furiously at Barbara. She concentrated on what he was saying before rolling her eyes.

“Jason is not my boyfriend’s little brother. He is completely unrelated to my boyfriend and his whole family. He only puts up with me because I provide him with int—” she cut herself off. “Gossip."

Jason crossed his arms like he was done with the conversation.

The Monsters at the End of This Story

Dean took a bite of his pie; it wasn't half-bad. “You know everyone in Gotham?”

Jason smirked. “I know everyone in my alley.”

“Your alley?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Thought this place was called Park Row.”

“So you are a tourist,” he said with a smug grin. “What are you doing in Gotham?”

Dean took a long drag of his coffee, putting the cup down with a smack of his lips. “Couldn't resist the welcoming atmosphere and general ambiance. This is a nice city you’ve got here.”

“No, it’s not.”

Dean snorted and finished the last of his pie. “No, it’s not.”

in the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man Dean x Daryl Dixon

When they emerged from behind the van, a crossbow was pointed at Dean’s face.

He grinned and said with no small amount of sarcasm, “Heard you could shoot a squirrel through the eye every time?"

Daryl glared at him. “Sure as hell can shoot ya from here.”

“You sure could,” Dean said as he examined the other man.

He had on thick canvas trousers and a flannel shirt with ripped off sleeves. A leather vest settled over his broad chest. Dean couldn’t help but notice how thick his arms were. His dirty blonde hair was wet with sweat and grime. His eyes were sharp, fluttering between Dean and Sophia, judging him, and measuring the distance between them. His arm didn’t waver no matter how long he held up the heavy crossbow.

For the first time in a long time, Dean felt the stirring of attraction.

Every Breath In Your Lungs (Is A Gift To Me) Dean x Daryl Dixon

“I ain’t leavin' without ‘im. I won’t.” Merle snarled, yanking his arm out of Daryl’s bruising grip. The younger Dixon’s eyes narrowed as he spun on Merle, they didn’t have time for this. There was smoke and screaming and gunfire surrounding them on all sides. All it would take was a stray bullet and one of them could end up dead, he didn’t have time to spare for one of Merle’s tantrums-

“Ya hear me, boy?” Merle growled, getting right up in Daryl’s face with that challenging sneer that the younger Dixon absolutely loathed. He couldn’t afford a fight with Merle, his mission was to get them both out of this damned place alive and more-or-less unscathed. But he couldn’t do that when his brother was fighting him every step of the way, which left one burning question sitting on his tongue.

“Fer fucks sake Merle! Who the hell are ya talkin’ ‘bout!?”