#2019 louden swain fanfic fanart project

[atc74]

Honey Bee

Square(s) Filled: Michael!Dean for @heavenandhellbingo and Angst to Fluff for @spngenrebingo

Warnings: Slight canon divergence, Daddy!Dean, angel possession, threats to loved ones, Dean giving up, perseverance, loved ones never giving up, fluff. It’ll hit you in the feels. 

Summary: Michael has taken over Dean’s mind and body, but Dean makes a deal to let him spend one last day with his family, so he can be there for his daughter on her big day. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean, Michael!Dean, Reader, Sam, Audrey Winchester (daughter OC)

Word Count: 1595

Written for: @heavenandhellbingo, @spngenrebingo, and @mrswhozeewhatsis​ 2019  Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, thank you for always being there when I need you, in more ways than one! Also a huge thanks and much love to my beautiful Boo, @iwantthedean​, for reading this over and boosting my confidence. Love you both to the moon!

A/N: I was taking a much needed break from cleaning this morning when Honey Bee started playing. While I love this song and have heard it a hundred times (or more), I took a moment to let the lyrics wash over me. 

As often happens, scenes flashed before my eyes and I knew this would make a terrific Daddy!Dean piece with the feels we didn’t know we needed. Sacrifice is not out of character for our fearless hunter, and I expect his child to fight as fearlessly as her Daddy.

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“No! I am not walking down that aisle until my dad gets here!” Audrey shouted, startling her mother and Uncle Sam with her outburst. “He promised he’d be here and he hasn’t broken a promise to me yet. Not once!” 

“I know, baby. I know,” Y/N sighed, pulling her daughter into a tight embrace. 

The last few weeks had been hard on everyone, but especially on Audrey. Her wedding was the next day and her dad, Dean, was currently in parts unknown, possessed by the archangel Michael. 

~*~

“Daddy, don’t do this!” Audrey begged of her father as he faced off against the archangel. 

“Honey Bee, it’s the only way to defeat Lucifer,” Dean pulled her into his arms. “I’ll be back soon. I won’t miss it, I promise. You’re going to be the most beautiful bride.” 

“Daddy,” she cried, her head buried in the crook of his neck while he held her. 

~*~

It was dark, trapped in his own mind while the archangel went about experimenting and burning through monsters. 

“Let me out!” Dean screamed, banging his fists on the cage he was locked inside. 

“Not yet, Dean. I’ve got some business I need to take care of,” Michael tsked as he watched the vampire perish. “Too much grace I guess.” 

“Please, just let me go see my daughter. Then I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be quiet if you just give me a day with her. Just one day. Please?” Dean begged from the recess of his cage. 

“Oh yes. Your little honey bee is to be wed, if I recall from your memories. She is a very pretty girl, Dean. I’m sure she’ll be very happy to see me there,” Michael chuckled as he went deep into Dean’s mind. 

~*~

“Daddy!” Audrey’s voice rang through the upper floors of Bobby’s house. Dean bound from his bed down the hall to her room. 

“Audrey, what’s wrong?” Dean burst into her room, the nightlight, combined with the dawn, casting shadows about the room. 

“The shadow man is here, Daddy,” she whimpered, crawling into Dean’s lap as he sat on the edge of her bed. 

“Shhh, Honey Bee, it’s okay. Daddy’s the only one here. There isn’t anyone else, even the shadow man,” Dean cooed softly, holding her head and rocking back and forth. “Let’s have some water, that usually does the trick, huh, Bee.” 

Y/N stood in the doorway, watching her husband and daughter. Within minutes, Audrey was sound asleep in his arms. He gently laid her down under the covers and walked over to his wife. 

“The shadow man?” she whispered

“Yeah, that’s the third time this month. I’m going to have Sammy check into it, but I’m sure it’s nothing. Just her imagination and the shadows playing tricks on it,” Dean kissed her, pulling her back down the hall to their room. “Let’s get a couple more hours, huh?”

~*~

“Your little honey bee is a special one, Dean,” Michael taunted. “I’ve got plans for her as well.” 

“You leave my family the hell alone! You’ve got me, you don’t need them!” Dean shouted. 

“Oh, Dean. How else will I get you to behave?” Michael laughed. 

“Give me one day with them, this Saturday, then you can have control back and I’ll do whatever the hell you want. Just give me twenty four hours, then you win,” Dean begged. 

“Twenty four hours, then you’re mine forever, Dean. But if you trick me, I will end them. All of them while I make you watch,” Michael laughed, locking Dean away once more. 

~*~

“Daddy! Look at me!” A three-year-old Audrey buzzed around the library, half dancing, half jumping in her bee costume. “I’m a honey bee!” 

“You are the cutest little honey bee that ever was, Bee!” Dean picked her up in his arms, tickling her as she squirmed. 

“Daddy, stop!” Audrey giggled, but she wrapped her hand tightly around her father’s neck. 

He tucked her into bed later that night, still wearing her yellow and black tutu. “I love you, Honey Bee.” 

“Love you too, Daddy,” Audrey yawned, her little fists rubbing tired eyes. “Don’t forget the nightlight.” 

“Never, Bee,” Dean promised, flipping the bee nightlight on as he exited her room. He turned back to see her snuggled up with her blanket.

Dean tried to remember back to a time before Y/N, before Audrey. And, for the life of him, he couldn’t recall what life was like without them and he knew now it didn’t matter. They were all that mattered to him. His girls and his brother and his baby. That was all he needed, all of them safe and sound. 

~*~

Dean woke suddenly at the world shifted around him. He was standing in front of the Bunker, still dressed in Michael’s stuffy clothes. 

“Twenty four hours, starting now, Dean. Don’t make me regret this, because if you do, the last thing you’ll see will be the mangled bodies of your family while the world burns around them. Do I make myself clear?” Michael preached inside his mind. 

“Crystal. Now leave me the hell alone, douchebag,” Dean commanded, knocking on the iron door. He composed himself as he waited. It felt like minutes had passed until he heard the slide of the heavy lock on the other side. The door swung open and he was greeted with a pistol and an angel blade, and his brother. “Hi ya, Sammy.”

“Dean?” Sam gasped, pulling his brother into a tight embrace. He didn’t know how, but he knew it was Dean, not Michael, despite the way he was dressed. “How? When? What are you doing here?”

“I made a deal for twenty four hours. I need to be here Sammy, then I gotta let him take me back,” Dean admitted, his face pinched at the thought of never seeing his family again, even if it meant they would be safe from Michael’s wrath.

“We’ll find a way, Dean,” Sam vowed. 

“No. If he thinks I’ve tricked him, he’ll kill all of you. And, I can’t have that. It’s better this way, Sammy,” Dean explained. 

“Better for who? Us or him?” The mumble carried up the staircase to Dean’s ears. 

“Y/N? God, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Sweetheart,” Dean beamed, seeing his wife for the first time in weeks. His long legs carried him down to her in seconds, reaching out his arms for her. 

“Don’t you ‘Sweetheart’ me, Winchester!” she shouted, poking him in the chest. 

“Ow!” Dean flinched. She always was stronger than she looked. 

“You think we’re just going to let you go without a fight? We’ve been looking everywhere for you, for any sign of you! And, you just show up here like it’s no big deal!” Y/N continued shouting at him. 

“I know, okay! I’ve done everything I can think of, this is the only way!” Dean retorted, ripping the stupid hat off his head. 

“There is always another way, Dean. You taught me that, now you’re ready to give up?” Y/N took a step forward, shoving him back again. 

Dean’s eyes flashed blue and he spoke. “Y/N, it’s a pleasure to see you in the flesh. You’re quite lovely. Now, I made Dean here a deal and I will keep my end of it if he does. I let him out for twenty hour...twenty three hours and fifty minutes, and then he comes crawling back to me. No tricks, no traps, and you all live. If you attempt to free him, I will kill each of you slowly with his hands. Do you understand me?” 

“Michael, I’ll kill you myself you son of a bitch!” Y/N screamed and lunged for the angel, but Sam held her back. 

“No!” Audrey shouted from the library. All heads turned to her, glowing in her white gown. “Dad made his deal, mom, and we’ll have to live with that. If I can only get one day, I’ll take it.” 

“Baby…” Y/N started.

“No, mom. It’s okay. Michael, please leave now. You’ll get him back in one piece, you have my word. Just let me have my dad, okay?” Audrey approached the angel, eyeing him carefully.  

“Your father is right, Audrey. You are a most beautiful bride,” he uttered, then his eyes flashed blue once more. “Daddy?”

“Honey Bee?” Dean staggered toward her, her arms wrapping tight as he fell into them. “I said I’d be here didn’t I?”

“You never break your promises, Daddy,” she cried, her head buried into the crook of his neck while they held each other. 

“Bee, it’s your wedding day, archangels couldn’t keep me away,” Dean chuckled through his poor attempt at humor. “Hang on my love, time’s running out. We’ll cherish the day, that’s what your life is about now. Hang on to him, Bee. Don’t ever let go.” 

“I won’t, Daddy. You taught me how to love and how to fight and I will,” Audrey vowed. 

“A brand new world awaits you, but you waited for me,” Dean marveled. “Thank you, Honey Bee. Now let’s go get you hitched.” 

Michael sat back and watched the ceremony, bored and disgusted with all the love choking his meatsuit. He kicked back and closed his eyes, waiting for Dean’s time to expire. He drifted back to simpler times, when the other world was his. 

A soft buzzing stirred inside his mind, rousing him from his slumber. Dazed by the sound, he inspected his surroundings. He found himself trapped in a warded steel box, and surrounded by millions of honey bees.

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[winchestergirl-13]

Something To Say

@mrswhozeewhatsis Louden Swain Book

Prompt: “Something To Say”

Pairing: Chuck x Reader

Warning: a lot of angst and then fluff. I can’t seem to not write angst without ending it with fluff.

Word Count: 2456

A/N, Summary: So this one was a bit of a doozy trying to find the write things to say and character. Chuck kept popping back into my mind so I wrote it for him. I kept thinking about what would have happened had there been someone he cared for, but he lied to her from the beginning and then it all went downhill. That’s where this came from. Hope you all like it.

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Chuck Shurley was a man of many talents, He was God after all. He could write, sing, play guitar, cook, and make a convincing Prophet of the Lord. But his biggest talent was one he'd rather not have-breaking hearts. Becky was, well, she got over it pretty fast. But when he went into hiding, his other girl/boyfriends, they all took it differently. Most he actually made them forget about him because it was easier that way. But there was one person who no matter what he did, no matter the lies, she still held a place in his heart, and it hurt him the most to break up with her. (Y/N) (L/N), best friend and honorary sister to Sam and Dean, and the one he loved most.

Dancing with fate

he's late when they ring the bell

Bow tie won't lie

he's gonna have to do it himself

One of his favorite memories with her was their first date. Back when she didn't know him as God, but rather Chuck Shurley, fiction writer. It was fate (really it was him) when they crossed paths and started going out. But this was an official date and he was nervous. As he was finishing getting ready, his doorbell rang.

“One second!” he called out, trying and failing to tie his bow tie. He has to get it right himself, but it looks like he might just forget about it. Chuck made his way to the door and when he opened it, there stood (Y/N) in a lovely (fav. Color) sundress. Her hair was pulled to one side in a braid and she looked beautiful. While he looked like a mess as his shirt was wrinkled a little trying to get his tie to cooperate.

“H-Hi (Y/N). Sorry, I was having trouble with the tie,” he stated sheepishly, a small blush working its way onto his cheeks.

She just giggled and took a hold of his tie. “Here, let me help you.” And in no time, she had fixed his tie and it looked perfect. “There you go.”

Still blushing, he rubbed the back of his neck and replied with a soft, “Thanks.” After locking his door, the two of them made their way to the fairgrounds for a picnic date. The first of many wonderful dates before she found out his secret.

He's not one to listen

Truth is his religion

Opens the door,

foot on the floor

And he's got something to say

As Chuck reminisced about past memories, he couldn't help but think, would things have been different had he just listened? (y/N) wasn't one to get preachy, but when she had something to say, there was no stopping her. But he never truly listened to her. When he finally told her the truth, they had argued for what seemed like hours about truth and lying. How she never lied to him (even if she had, he'd know) and how could he think to keep this from her and so on and so forth.

It got to the point where she literally packed up her things and was about to make her way out the door. She had her foot out the door when he called out to her.

“I never wanted to hurt you. You were and always will be the one person I loved the most. I know that if you leave now, you won't come back, and I won't stop you. Just know that I truly do care about you and I am so sorry for having kept this from you. I don't ask that you forgive me, I just ask that one day, you'll understand why I did.”

(Y/N) stopped, turned around, and sat her bags down. Making her way over to Chuck, she gave him one last hug and left without another word. He wouldn't see her again for a few years (he did check on her once in a while, but never made himself known to her) and when they did reconnect, the feelings of love were still there, but so was the pain and sadness. Don't' ask her why the sky is bluer in Bell Air

Castle afloat,

the moat ensures you won't get her there

People stare

The whole issue with Amara was taking up most of (Y/N)'s time, so she wasn't focused on Chuck. And then there was the whole “Lucifer possessing Castiel's vessel and having a heart-to-heart with Chuck that didn't end so well” topic that she tried to avoid the outcome of. But when it didn't work for God and His own son, why did her “brothers” think it would work for her and him?

“You're joking right? If it didn't work for Chuck and Lucifer, why do you think it'll work for me?” she asked, in complete disbelief.

Sam sighed. Honestly, he didn't know why Dean even suggested it. It was like asking them why the sky is bluer in Bel Air or something. Honestly, he couldn't bear to see the two of them dancing around each other anymore. It's obvious there's still some feelings for one another, but the guilt and anger are still present. “If I'm being honest, I don't know. But Dean and I can see that the two of you still harbor feelings for each other and it might be good to just talk it out, or yell, or whatever needs to be done. Because watching you two stare at each other and look away is getting harder to watch. It's obvious he still loves you, (Y/N). And I know you do, too.”

Sam walked away after that and left her to her thoughts. He's not wrong and that makes it harder to deny. With a sigh, (Y/N) made her way over to the backroom that Chuck stayed in thinking about his talk with Lucifer. The sound of the door closing caught his attention and for a second, he thought it was Lucifer. But when he saw it was (Y/N), his heart ached at the memories of the pain he caused her, but covered it up with a small smile and a soft, “Hey.”

She's trapped by an indifference

The trees are interference

Fear taking hold

You got to be bold

They sat there for a few minutes in silence, neither one quite sure where to start before Chuck stated, “How about we move this somewhere a little more private?”

(Y/N) didn't even want to know if the others were actually listening in or not, but nodded her head. With a snap of his fingers, they were transported to the surrounding woods outside the Bunker. But now, outside with him, she couldn't quite figure out how she truly felt anymore. It was like there was this indifference trapped around her that wouldn't let her make a decision. With nothing but the trees acting as an interference (which would never work anyways) and Chuck standing barely three feet away, fear began creeping in. Not of him, but of what's going to happen once this was over. “I have to be bold. I have to be strong,” she whispered in her mind. Now or never.

If you've got something to say

Everyone has the day

She got something to say

Everyone has their day

“Chuck, if you've got something to say to me, now's your chance because I've got something to say to you, too. I'm tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever going to come back, to try and fix things between us. I tried to see things from your perspective, but I just couldn't. I was straight with you from the start. I told you I was a hunter, that I killed monsters for a living. And yet, you still went out with me. But you never told me the real truth. That's what really hurt, Chuck. I didn't care that you were a prophet, I didn't even care when you told me you were God Himself, I still loved you. But knowing that you lied to me for a whole year, that's what hurt. And yet when I left, I couldn't get you out of my head. No matter what I've done, you were still there. Even now, I hate you at the moment, but for some damn reason, I still love you.” (Y/N) stared him down, waiting for a sign. What she didn't know was that Chuck was fighting to find the words to say. For once, he was at a loss of words.

You can't bring me down

Bring me down, oh

Taking a deep breath, Chuck closed the distance between them and took a hold of one of her hands. He looked her in the eyes and said, “I know saying “sorry” won't fix this, but I want you to know that I am truly, deeply, sorry for what I did to you. You're right, you never lied to me and yet I did. I never meant to. I just didn't want to loose you if you found out the truth and in the end, I did loose you. But not for who I am, but for what I did to you. And I can't ever take that back. If I could go back and change things, I would, but that would mess up everything in motion. Believe me, there's nothing I wish for more than to be able to redo that whole year. When you left, I tried to get over the heartache, but even then, I couldn't let you go. Everything I did, everywhere I went, I was thinking of you. I never stopped loving you. I don't think I ever will. I don't know if I could ever truly make up for what I did, but I want you to know that I am willing to try again and make things right, but only if you are. I won't force you to try things again with me; I want you to make that decision. I only want to make you happy.”

Oh, you got something to say Put it on the edge of the stage Everyone has today You got something to say Put it on the edge of the stage Everyone has the day You got something to say Put it on the edge of the stage Everyone has the day

(Y/N) thought about what he said and weighed her options. If they tried things again, it could either work out or they'd end up back here again, broken up, yet still loving each other. Or they could go their separate ways, not try again, and maybe have a shot with someone else. But she'd still be thinking of him. No matter what choice she made, her heart will always be drawn back to Chuck.

After much consideration, (Y/N) was going to lay it all on the line. She was going to put her heart out on the edge and say what was on her mind. This was the day, the day they finally make things right. Do you got something to say? Put it on the edge of the stage Everyone has the day

Everyone has today, their day You got the day

She looked him in the eyes and without warning, pulled Chuck closer and proceeded to kiss him, letting every emotion she'd been feeling pour out into the kiss. Chuck was shocked at first, but soon melted into the kiss and before long, the two of them were making out in the middle of the woods.

When air became necessary, they pulled apart, panting and endorphins rushing, but rested their foreheads together. They stayed like that for who knows how long, just catching their breath and trying to comprehend what just happened. “So...” (Y/N) started off.

“So...?” Chuck copied, causing them both to laugh a little. “So does this mean we're trying again?”

“Yes, it does. We'll take things slowly. And no more secrets between us, okay? I don't want to have a repeat of what happened last time,” (Y/N) said, pulling away to look him in the eyes.

“This time I promise you, no more secrets. If I can't tell you right away, I'll let you know, but I don't want to keep anything from you again,” Chuck promised and he meant it.

“Same here. I won't keep anything from you again. The only exception is if it is to protect each other from something, but that has to be known up front, not later. Understand?” she asked.

“Understand,” he smiled and placed another kiss to her lips. Afterwards, he told her about what happened with Metatron in the pocket-dimension bar, what he plans to do, what he hopes can be fixed instead, and that he hopes that when this is all over, not only are him and his sister back together, but that they can have a go at recreating their first date.

(Y/N) would be lying if she said she didn't cry at some of his confessions. And for His sake, he better not die on her. She wants another go at their first date as well. They spent a little more time outside before heading back in. Sam, Dean, and Castiel/Lucifer all noticed the change immediately and they didn't even ask what had happened. Some things were better left unasked. Chuck and Lucifer tried one more time to reconnect and it sort of worked. They were going to need a lot of time to fix their issues, time they didn't have right now, but if things work out with Amara, then they'd have all the time in the world to make things right. Do you have your way? Your way, your way Gonna get your way You got something to say What have you got to say? You got something to say

Chuck Shurley may be a man of many talents, including somehow managing to not only reconnect with his sister and his son, both of whom he locked away, and his girlfriend who miraculously took him back after all the lies, but he also managed to help save His world, His Creations, and start to rebuild His family again. The only thing he wasn't talented in and probably never will be, Godly powers or not, is fixing his bow tie. (Y/N) chuckled and fixed it once again for him.

“What would you do without me?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I don't even want to think of a future without you, love,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist. And it was true, without her, he would be nothing. He was very lucky to have her back in his life again. And Chuck Shurley was going to do everything in His power to make sure he never let (Y/N) (L/N) go again.

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[mandilion76]

A Dear John Letter (AKA The Little Red Dress)

Title: A Dear John Letter (aka The Little Red Dress)

Pairing: John x Reader

Warnings: None really, just some angst

Word Count: 1025

Summary: After a lengthy absence, John is in no way surprised to find the reader gone

Author’s Note: This is based on the song “Not Giving My Heart Away” by The Station Breaks.  It is for @mrswhozeewhatsis Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project and Jason Manns FanFic FanArt Project.  The letter is in italics within the story..  Thanks to @wi-deangirl77​ for always being my cheerleader when it comes to my writing!

John eagerly honked the horn as he pulled into Y/N’s driveway, a bouquet of daisies and a bottle of her favorite wine in the passenger seat next to him. He had been gone for over four months this time, much longer than he had wanted to be, but he’d been given no other choice.  It was the life of a hunter, plain and simple. He knew he had a lot of making up to do, especially with how things had ended their last night together.

He remembered it had been raining that night.  Y/N snuggled at his side, a sheet casually draped over their slick, heated bodies.  Sex with Y/N had always been unbelievable, but there was something about that night that really took it to another level.  He held her in his arms, both of them deep in thought.  Seemingly out of the blue, Y/N confessed she had fallen in love with him.  Taken completely off guard, he stuttered some asinine reply.  The look on her face had said it all.  Y/N turned her back to him, the tension in her back palatable.  John spooned her from behind, explaining that he cared deeply for her, he truly did. Y/N responded with a barely audible “I know you do, John.”

To this day, the silence that followed weighed heavily on him. He wished he could take it back, but he really had no choice.  When did a guy like him have any say in having a happily ever after?  John grunted. “Been there, done that, watched it all go up in smoke.”   He ended up on the couch, unable to sleep. Early that morning, he’d gotten a call from a fellow hunter who had a lead on a case in Missouri and needed his help.  He had almost said no, but thought better of it.  Wishing things with Y/N could be different, he left an hour later.  He left a quickly scribbled note letting Y/N know he’d be back as soon as possible and that he would call her when he could.  

John forced down the apprehension brewing deep in his belly.  Usually, Y/N was quick to greet him even before he had a chance to put the truck in park. Looking in the rear view mirror, he noticed the screen door swinging in the breeze. His immediate reaction was to pull out his gun, so honed were his hunting instincts.  He quickly made his way to the back door, gun cocked in front of him. He pushed on the door, sending it crashing against the wall, the thud echoing in the small kitchen. Tense and ill at ease, John took stock of the kitchen.  Usually bright and filled with Y/N’s female touch, it now stood barren and lifeless.  

John slid the gun back inside his jacket.  His gaze gravitated to a pool of red on the kitchen counter. Immediately and without warning, he was back at that bar, the one where he’d first met Y/N.  His fingers slid across the cool silk, a stark contrast to the heat created by the memories of seeing Y/N in the middle of the dance floor, her hips swaying provocatively to the beat of some Wilco song blaring from the jukebox.  Her favorite, she had told him.  

John clenched the silk in his hands, breathing in the scent of Y/N’s perfume still lingering on the fabric. John regretted all the times he’d left Y/N without much of an explanation.  But how could he tell her what it was that kept him away for days, sometimes weeks at a time? It was mostly to protect her, but to be honest, it was also to protect himself.  He was hell bent on destroying Yellow Eyes.  Not only that, but he knew he couldn’t afford to give his heart away a second time, not when there was so much to lose.  He had to resign himself to the life he lived.  There was no room for love, not really John reasoned He glanced down at a slip of paper that had been partially hidden under the dress.

Still holding the dress in one hand, he brought the note to the table.  John rubbed his face, took a deep breath and began reading, Y/N’s distinct handwriting bold and red.

Dear John,

By the time you read this, I will be gone.   There is something (or is it someone?) that stands in the way of you loving me.  You’ve kept your heart from me, John, and that’s what hurts the most.  In the beginning, a night here, a night there was enough; I wasn’t ready for anything more myself.  Yet, one night became two nights, two nights became a week, and before I knew it, I was head over heels in love with you. Never once did you tell me you loved me, but I figured I loved you enough for the both of us. I think deep down, I knew you could never love me, not in the way I needed, but I took a chance anyway. I figured that if I gave enough of myself in body and in soul, you would eventually open up to me and let me in.   I was wrong. Whatever it is that stands between us has a tight hold on you and I’ll never be enough, will I? I want to hate you John, but I can’t. A part of me will always be with you. I wish you nothing but the best.  Love always, Y/N

John knew he deserved this, that he hadn’t left Y/N a choice, but damn if it didn’t hurt. He held onto the note, willing the words away if he stared at them long enough.  Crimson faded to pink, a sudden onset of tears staining the now crumpled sheet.  Deciding there wasn’t any reason to stay, John shoved the note in his pocket.  Debating what to do with the dress, he let it slide through his fingers, watching it pool on the floor like a puddle of blood.  John thought it was somehow poetic.  He closed the door behind him, ending yet another chapter in the life of a hunter.

#2019 louden swain fanfic fanart project #2019 #Jason Manns FanFic FanArt Project #John Winchester x Reader #John Winchester #SPN fan fic

[writingfromkitchenator]

I Promise

Drawn/Written for the 2019 Louden Swain Fanfic/Fanart Project run by the amazing @mrswhozeewhatsis!  (Check’m out.  Seriously.)

Characters: Gabriel x OFC, Castiel x OFC, Dean, Sam, Adam, Bobby, Lucifer, Michael

Words: 2,577

Warnings: Character death, angst, depression, some fighting

Based on the song Worlds Collide by Louden Swain

This is the first time I’ve done art for a fic and realistically, the first art peace I’ve done in a long time.  Hope you all like it, it was a blast to build in photoshop.

As always, feedback is highly welcome!

This wasn’t her world.

It all felt different, strange, like she belonged here but didn’t. The air tasting faint, but nature still calling to her as it always did, but this was more out of curiosity now than familiarity.

She blinked, staring at the sun through the leaves, looking at the paleness of her hands, feeling a little exposed.

How did she get here? Had someone saved her?  She knew her world was crumbling, but she had been trying to put it back together, thought it had been working, she was starting to restore what had once been.

“Hey there little lady.”

Making you stay these glory days

Why do they have to end?

She blinks and looks around to the golden eyed man standing before her, his eyes twinkling with mischief and curiosity as he gave her a quick sweeping look.

“What are you doing in a place like this?”

“I wish I knew that myself.” She said softly.  “It seems that I’ve gotten a little lost and stumbled upon an angel.”

He grins widely.  “Ah, so we are gifted too, doesn’t that make things interesting?  The name’s Gabriel.”

She nods, but doesn’t return hers.  “Where are we exactly?”

“In a bit of pickle actually,” Gabriel said, probably a little too sincerely, but he holds out his hand.  “Can I help you get away from here?”

With you my friend, making your way

The older I get harder I fit

A smile reaches her and she nods, taking his hand.  “I’d like that Gabriel, thank you.”

It was the start of something between the two of them, hardly knowing each other but feeling more connected to someone than they had in years.  It didn’t take him long to convince her to stay and it didn’t take her long to get herself acquainted with this world.

Keeping it, saving face

Keeping pace

Making the grade

She started to love this world more than what she had her own, it felt more pure, less corrupted, and Gabriel certainly helped those feelings.  Day by day she felt herself falling deeper and deeper into love with him but unsure how to express it, having never encountered it before, too used to being alone, only having nature around her.

Gabriel protected her, kept her safe and made her laugh at every chance her got.

It's funny how worlds collide

It was strange, she expected regret the first time she really thought back and remembered that she didn’t truly belong here, but was only ever overcome with a sense of peace, that she could look back and reflect without worry.

Taking it all in stride

Gabriel didn’t want to admit that this was what he’d always wanted, some days drawing himself away from it, both to protect her and to give himself time to think.  He knew she thought this world was mostly at peace, that there wasn’t any real danger, and he knew that he was partly to blame for this.

He also knew that she was not stupid.  She would figure things out eventually.

Seemingly satisfied with this divide

He had a bad feeling, so he did the only thing he could think of.

He introduced her to the Winchester’s.

They weren’t happy, keeping someone with her talents in the dark, especially now, but they were quick to understand why, they knew the look in Gabriel’s eye when he talked about her. The way he moved closer to her when they talked about the fight to come, his arm wrapping around her when she talked about helping.

He knew what she had come from, she had told him of what her world had been, and he didn’t want anything like that for her again.  He didn’t want her to be alone.

On the quiet, he asked Castiel to watch out for her.  He knew what was coming, ultimately they all did, and he wanted to make sure that she would be okay.

 “Why do you have to go?” She asked him one morning, wiping her dirt covered hands on her favourite floral dress, looking at him curiously from the middle of her garden, her favourite spot.

Gabriel gives a small smile. “Someone has to go save these losers, right?  I can’t let them have all the fun.”

She frowns at him slightly, feeling worried.  “I don’t want you to get hurt Gabriel.”

He chuckles lightly and comes over to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.  “I’ll be fine sugar, just…if you don’t hear anything, call Castiel, okay?”

“But-”

Gabriel kisses her deeply for a long moment, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time he could hold her in his arms.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

She watched him go, an ache in her chest, the flowers reaching up for her, curling around her gently and she sighs deeply.

From that first day, deep in the lake

Why did it have to end?

Castiel went looking for her.  He’d expected to hear from her but after two weeks, it had been nothing but silence, leaving the three of them worried, hoping that no one had found out about her.

She hadn’t moved from her garden, her hair wet from the recent rains as she stared at the damp earth, the garden dead, petals floating in the air around her, the only sign of life left.

He kneels in front of her, her eyes red and unfocused and he sighs, feeling her pain.

Carefully, Castiel picks her up and carries her inside her home, the petals finally drifting away in the wind.

With you my friend, floating away

The highest of highs, we'd improvise

“Castiel?”  She asked quietly after some time in silence, wrapped in blankets in front of a fire, her eyes coming up to meet his.

“I’m here.” Castiel moves closer, passing her a glass of water which she takes and slowly drink.  “It’s going to be okay.”

She nods and blinks slowly. “I…I want to help.  Next time.  I want to be there when you face him.

Castiel had nothing to say to that.

High fives and fights like this

On nights like this I long for that day

She was there when it all came to a head and no one got in her way after Castiel got Michael out of the way.  Even though it was now Sam standing there, they had already had this discussion, and she could see past the physical being standing before her.

The flowers on her dress sprung to life, curling around her around her arms and legs, roots bursting through the ground around them all, Castiel, Dean and Bobby all moving quickly away.

Her eyes burned with fury as the ground shook beneath them and Lucifer could do nothing as the vines and roots took hold of him.

It quickly became clear that she was stronger.

It's funny how worlds collide

Michael reappeared, going for her, but he too was quickly bound up.

No one could really believe that she had two archangels now at her mercy.

Taking it all in stride

“I’ve watched one world fall already,” She snarled.  “I’ve had another broken because of your selfishness, I will not sit by and watch you two fools make a further mess of things!”

With a clench of her hands, the vines wrapped around the two throats, cutting off any response that either angel had.  It started cutting into their skin, glowing underneath.

“You’re going to kill them.” Dean said, stepping forward, eyeing her carefully.

“No.”  She snapped, her eyes locked onto the two.  “If they want to survive this, then they will have to leave their vessels lest I wipe all memory of them from the Earth!”

This seemed enough for Michael, ejecting himself from Adam, only to suddenly find himself trapped in the above, Adam passing out quickly.

“I didn’t say you could go anywhere.”  She said coldly, walking forward as the ball of light struggled in the air, her gaze now locked on Lucifer, his red eyes burning as he remained still within her trap. “You two are going to work this out where you can’t hurt anyone.”

Lucifer’s lips curled in a defiant snarl, even as the cuts to his skin started to grow wider.

Dean was now being held back by Bobby.  “You’re going to kill him!”

“Don’t think I can’t force you out of Sam,” She said quietly, standing over Lucifer, her eyes cold. “Gabriel didn’t want to keep me out to protect me, he was trying to protect you.”

Somehow, Lucifer managed to talk.  “This…isn’t…over…”

With that, he left Sam’s body, trapped in the air like Michael.  There was a click and a vine throws something the ground, the two angels being thrown in, what sounded like shrieks cutting through the air, and as the portal closes, all the vines and roots suddenly vanish, petals filling the air, an unearthly silence filling the space as Sam and Adam slowly look up.

Castiel hurries forward and catches her as she collapses.

Seemingly satisfied with this divide

Things took time to settle after that, after all, there were a lot of angry beings that the apocalypse had been stopped.  The Winchester’s and Castiel parted ways for a while, Sam and Dean wanted to sort out things with Adam, and Castiel had a promise to keep.

He took her somewhere new, away from the rest of the world, surrounded by nature where he hoped that she could grieve and recover.  He knew that she normally didn’t use her power like that, that it was more for growing and lifting life back up than for harming others, and that too was now plaguing her.

Her flowers had turned dull and she was seeming more out of place now than what she had ever felt.

“The pain will pass,” Castiel would always say softly to her, particularly on the very bad days.  “I promise.”

“He promised too,” She would reply.  “But he still hasn’t come back.”

“Stranger things have happened.”

It's funny how worlds collide

Castiel did his best to keep her going, checking in when he could with Sam and Dean.  He’s closest accomplishment after several months was to finally get her to stop growing things with thorns.

They all knew it was would take time.

Taking it all in stride

A part of her felt wrong when she would laugh at something Castiel would do. It was innocent enough, and it helped, but it always reminded her of the laughter she would share with Gabriel, often sending her into a melancholic spiral.

Castiel, in more recent times, had found himself holding her when these happened, gently rocking her, trying to do his best to help her through the worst of the pain that the conflicting emotions would bring.

“The pain will pass. I promise.”

Seemingly satisfied with this divide

After just over a year, Castiel happily reported colour returning to some of her flowers.  The boys didn’t understand, but they believed him about the progress, especially when she found Castiel on the phone, joining their conversation and checking in with how they were going.

It's funny how worlds collide

A routine was starting to develop between the two of them, they moved with ease around each other in the house with ease.  She would teach him about the simple things of life, of being human.  He would teach her about the stars above and what Heaven was really like.

Taking it all in stride

Sam, Dean, Bobby and Adam visited, stunned to see the two of them living so easily together.

“You know, I don’t think I ever though that Cas would pass as a human,” Dean said, grinning.  “But looks like you’ve trained him pretty well.”

She smiles, even as Castiel flushes slightly.  “It just takes time Dean, it’s not like it’s impossible to do.”

Dean shrugs.  “Well, it’s good to see you doing better at least.”

Her smile falters slightly, but she shakes her head.  “I’m getting there.  That’s all I can ask for.”

She stays in the room for a little while, but it was hard to miss the slight distant look in her eyes still, eventually excusing herself and heading out into the garden.

“Is she really doing okay Cas?”  Sam asked. “She…still looks pretty beat.”

Castiel sighs heavily. “I don’t think she’ll ever be truly there, what her and Gabriel had…it can’t be replaced, nor would I hope to, but I can be there in the darker moments, help her through those.”

“You’re in love with her.”

They all looked at Bobby, Sam and Dean go to deny it, but Castiel quickly averts his eyes to the floor.

“Dude…” Dean’s voice was quiet as he stares at Castiel.  “Seriously?”

Castiel sighs and stands, moving to the window, where he can see her in the garden, working away.  “It happened before I even understood it and…we’ve had this discussion.  She feels the draw as I do, but we are both under no illusion as to where her heart truly belongs.”

“Cas…she does understand that Gabriel is gone?”  Sam asked. “I mean, there’s no way that he can come back, right?”

He is silent for a long moment.  “I always tell her that stranger things have happened, but the way things look now, two archangels dead and two locked away in the cage without any hints of it changing, and still no sign of God, it doesn’t look like it will.”

“So tell her that man,” Dean said.  “Tell her that and move her on.”

“It’s not that simple Dean.”

“Of course it is!”

Castiel shakes his head and goes to answer but is cut off.

“It would break her, wouldn’t it?”

He looks at Adam sadly and nods.  “She used to talk about finding a way to go back home but…there’s nothing left there for her, her world died long ago and she was the only thing keeping a small piece of it together.  If I took away that hope, she’d go there and she’d die.”

A silence falls amongst them, all silently agreeing that they don’t want that to happen, but not really sure that this is the best course of action either.

Bobby breaks the silence. “Well, for now, until we can think of something, you keep doing what you’re doing Cas, it’s keeping her happy, for the most part, I think that’s the best we can hope for at the moment.”

Castiel nods.  “I’m trying.”

“Good,” Bobby nods and stands.  “Make sure you keep us informed of any changes, I’d hate to think of something going wrong, which it sadly tends to do.  Come on you lot, we’ve stayed our welcome today.”

She waved goodbye to them, not coming free from her garden.  Dean clasps Castiel on the shoulder before moving to the car and he waits for them to disappear amongst the trees.

Castiel had barely stepped into her garden when she was there, falling into his arms as sobs leaves her.

“I’m sorry,” She sobs, clutching at him.  “I’m so sorry Castiel.”

He holds her close.  “Hush now, it’s okay, you did well today.” She continues to cry and Castiel plants a gently kiss into her hair.  “Come on, let’s get you inside and warm.”

“It hurts so much.”

“I know it does.”  He rests his head atop hers.  “But it’s going to be okay, I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Seemingly satisfied with this divide…

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[impala-dreamer]

Another Fool

SPN FanFic

~Sam’s always been a dreamer...~

Sam x Reader

776 Words

Warnings: Bittersweet Fluff

A/N: This is another for @mrswhozeewhatsis​‘s 2019 Louden Swain FanFic/FanArt Project. Inspired by ‘Another Fool’ off the Splitting the Seams album. I hope you all enjoy :)

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Sam used to daydream, a lot. 

As a child stuffed in the backseat of the Impala, he'd press his forehead to the window and pretend he had something worth dreaming about. He talked to himself, whispering on soft breaths so his brother and father wouldn't hear over the radio. He talked to his imagination, to talk show hosts, to kids whose faces he made up to keep him company on long drives. 

Left alone in dirty motel rooms with faded wallpaper and stiff sheets, Sam would drift into another reality; finding comfort in the castaway romance novels left behind by previous tenants. He dreamt of a life like that, a pretty girl to talk to, a hand to hold at night. A love to sweep him away from his horrid life and make a new one from scratch. 

Sam didn't daydream anymore. Not since Jess died, not since the universe cracked beneath his feet and Hell tried to swallow him down. Daydreams were a luxury he could no longer afford. When the mood pushed at him, the dream begging to be set free, he’d spend half a second pushing back at it. A deep breath and a sigh usually did the trick. That was, until she came along. 

Y/N was different somehow and it wasn’t just because she was new. They’d known her for a few years, passing routes in the night, cases sometimes overlapping, but having her around everyday was terrifying and amazing. Sam couldn’t seem to stop his smile when she walked into the room, couldn’t control the pace of his heart as it picked up speed. She held his gaze when she spoke, her voice flooding every cell of his body, keeping him entranced and wholly there, truly in that space until her eyes turned from his. 

That’s when it started again. Sam would find himself drifting away on a dream when she wasn’t there, wishing she would walk in and warm the air around him, bring back the sun. He daydreamed too long some days, his tired eyes sliding off of the ancient texts on his lap and focusing on something no one else could see. 

There would be a dog, obviously, maybe even two. A little wood fence to keep them in the yard; it wasn’t a big yard, just enough grass that he’d have to mow every other week to keep it nice. The house would be small, a craftsman ranch perhaps; yellow siding and a dark gray roof. Maybe shutters, he hadn’t really thought that far ahead yet. 

There would be no more monsters, no hunting, no guns under the pillows and in every corner they could fit. Gone would be the trunk full of rock salt and pockets overflowing with tinctured bullets and talismans. 

Normal. That’s what he could see with Y/N. That’s what he dreamt up on those long rides in the car now, her eyes dropping in the backseat as the Impala rocked her to sleep. That’s what he imagined when he closed his eyes at night, when his heart ached for something else, when he thought maybe, just maybe it would be over soon. 

But there was always another apocalypse, always another monster lurking, nipping at his heels. Always another end looming on the horizon. There was no normal for Sam Winchester, he knew that. He knew that better than anyone. Dean liked to dream of a beach and drinks with brightly colored umbrellas perched on the glass, but they both knew it would never happen. 

There was no beach. 

There was no yard with one, maybe even two dogs. 

There was no happy ending. 

Sam shook himself and let out a heavy breath, pushing up in his seat as the daydream faded. 

Y/N sat across from him, head in hand, elbow on the table. Her eyes were still, locked onto some space between them that Sam couldn’t quite pick out. She was staring but not, her pupils wide, whites glassy. 

“You OK?” he asked, smiling at her vacant, dreamy expression. 

She shivered and sat up, squaring her shoulders as the dream faded. There was never going to be a happy ending for her. There was no house with a tire swing in the yard, no puppies playing in the fallen leaves. There was no cradle waiting to be filled, no Sam to hold her close at night. It was all just a daydream. It would never be. 

“Yeah,” she said with a soft smile. “You?”

Sam nodded and cleared his throat, getting back to the book in his hands. “Yeah,” he answered, voice a little grittier than usual. “Yeah, I’m good.” 

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[spnfanficpond]

If you’re new to this project, check out previous projects:

2016 - Masterpost - Finished book

2017 - Masterpost - Finished book

2018 - Masterpost - Finished book

Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Every project so far, we’ve had art/aesthetics/edits for every story and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at #SPNDC in November! (Anything related to The Station Breaks will also be included in the project given to Jason Manns.)

Keep Reading

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[ao3feed-wayward]

Angel of Humanity

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VJUSkV

by YlvaUllsdotter

Before the Great Fall, Angela was one of Castiel’s friends. Now that he’s lost his grace, he wants to get in touch with her but is afraid she, like most of the angels, blames him for the Fall.

Words: 844, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Castiel, Angela, Metatron (Supernatural), The Winchesters

Relationships: Castiel/Angela

Additional Tags: 2019 Louden Swain Amazing Angela FanFic FanArt Project, Louden Swain - Freeform, Angela - Freeform, castiel - Freeform, Castiel x Angela (OC), Angst, ALL THE ANGST, Human!Castiel - Freeform, spn season 9

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VJUSkV

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[ao3feed-castiel]

Angel of Humanity

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VJUSkV

by YlvaUllsdotter

Before the Great Fall, Angela was one of Castiel’s friends. Now that he’s lost his grace, he wants to get in touch with her but is afraid she, like most of the angels, blames him for the Fall.

Words: 844, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Castiel, Angela, Metatron (Supernatural), The Winchesters

Relationships: Castiel/Angela

Additional Tags: 2019 Louden Swain Amazing Angela FanFic FanArt Project, Louden Swain - Freeform, Angela - Freeform, castiel - Freeform, Castiel x Angela (OC), Angst, ALL THE ANGST, Human!Castiel - Freeform, spn season 9

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VJUSkV

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Looking for artists/artsy folks!

I’ve got several stories for the Louden Swain and Jason Manns projects that need art! If you’re artsy and can work fast (since I have a week to get my shit together) and want to help, let me know!!

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2019 Jason Manna FanFic FanArt Project

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[winchestergirl-13]

When I’m Gone

@mrswhozeewhatsis Louden Swain Book

Prompt: “When I'm Gone”

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Warning: little angst, little gore/blood (but very minor/mentioned), some fluff, feels mostly, its gets better in the end.

Word Count: 1,345

A/N, Summary: When I started this story, I kept thinking back to season 13 when we saw Gabriel again and when he left to hunt down Loki. I thought, why not give a different view on that; what if there was someone else he was doing this for? That he left to protect someone he cared about, but didn’t think it all the way through. So that’s where this story came from. I hope you enjoy it.

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When Gabriel left after killing Asmodeus, his intention was to go after Loki for what he did to him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it yet. He didn't know what to do with himself after leaving her...again. (Y/N) had done nothing but try to help him recover from Asmodeus and not once did she bring up the last time she saw him, which was after killing the other gods and “dying” at Lucifer's hands. And how does he repay her kindness? By leaving. After he flew away, he cleaned himself up with what little grace he had left and made his way out of town. He had to walk but that was fine by him.

Somewhere in a game chest Feeling like a domino Staring at the candle light Waiting for a sign to show I got six more hours 'til the bus comes And then I'm gone She won't know how it really feels Until I'm gone

Gabriel felt like he was stuck in a game chest or waiting for the last domino to fall. He couldn't figure out what he was feeling. The sun was just starting to set over the tree line as he waited for some sign to come his way. Something to tell him what to do. He came to a stop at a bus stop outside of Lawrence, and while he had to wait about six hours until the next bus got there, it gave him time to think. Where the bus was going, he didn't know. Once he got on that bus, he'd be gone; he wouldn't see (Y/N) again. He tried not to think about how him leaving again was going to make her feel. He couldn't stand the thought of hurting her again, yet that's what he was doing. “It's for her own good,” he thought to himself.

But then I really wouldn't know I really wouldn't know

(Y/N) was out of town on a hunt when Asmodeus came by to try and steal Gabriel again, so she wasn't there when he killed his captor, nor when he left. Sam and Dean had to tell her that Gabriel had left and that he wasn't coming back. So many emotions were running through her mind as she tried to figure out what to do now that Gabriel had left. But she really didn't know.

Neither did Gabriel. Neither of them knew what to feel right now. Big wheel pullin' me I don't know why I feel so low Cherry flavored lolly pop Gotta stop looking so Lonely, nobody's gonna wanna make it With a fool I imagine her coming home Coming home to a place so cool

The Greyhound bus pulled up and he got on, trying to understand why it felt so wrong. Taking his seat, he pulled out a cherry lollipop and looked out the window to avoid making conversation with anyone who decided to sit next to him. He didn't want to explain the sad, lonely look to his face right now. Against his better judgement, Gabriel was thinking of (Y/N), of her coming home to someone who could make her happy. To a place where she didn't have to worry about monsters and angels and him. But that just made it worse. Instead, Gabriel tried to focus on those who wronged him; Loki and his children and made it his mission to take care of them.

Yeah but then I really wouldn't know I really wouldn't know I really wouldn't know There'd be no way to know Anyway Anyway

(Y/N) tried to forget about Gabriel, about how he hurt her, but she couldn't. He was all she could think about. Hunts took her mind off of him for a small time, but when it was over, he was there again. She often wondered if he thought of her while he was doing...whatever it was he was doing. But she also didn't want to know. What she didn't know was that Gabriel did think of her while he was on his mission. It gave him a purpose; thinking of her and how she's doing without him made hunting down and killing Loki's children easier. To him, not only was he getting revenge on the person who hurt him, but he was making it safer for her in case they decided to go after people he cared about. But they wouldn't get the chance once he was done with them.

I don't mind the pain I don't mind the flames I don't mind the rage...

Killing Fenrir was fueled by rage, pain, and the determination to get back at Loki. When Fenrir swiped at Gabriel and injured him, he used that pain as a way to push on. He had to get them all, he just had to. But without his grace, he couldn't heal himself fast enough and the injury actually slowed him down. He needed help.

Luckily, with the little grace he had left, he somehow managed to find Sam and Dean at their motel and asked for help. The Winchesters didn't have to help him, not after he left them and (Y/N), but if they didn't and he died before (Y/N) got back to the motel, it would make things worse. So they helped patch him up and found out what he was doing here and why.

“Is (Y/N) still with you two?” he asked out of the blue.

Dean fixed him with a glare and stated, “Why do you care?” Gabriel sighed; he saw that coming. Why did he care? He never stopped caring for her.

“Because she's all I think about, minus the revenge on Loki. I never stopped caring for her. I thought leaving would protect her but it only made things worse.”

She's gonna be lonely, won't she When I'm gone

“She's been so focused on hunting to get over the pain that you caused her. If you thought that leaving would make her stop, you had it wrong. (Y/N) has been going on hunt after hunt in hopes of finding you. She hasn't stopped thinking of you, either,” Sam explained. So she was lonely, but not in the way he hoped.

She's gotta realize just how unwise she has been Since I've gone

“She's been trying to find me? Why?”

“You know, I've asked her that myself and she never said anything more than she had to. That's all. She had to find you,” Dean replied.

Sittin on a bus your thoughts turn to dust And seep into your skin

Gabriel thought back to that night at the bus stop. Had she been looking since then? Did she ever think about stopping? Where was she now? His thoughts were interrupted when Sleipnir and Narfi broke into the motel room and it all went downhill after that. He managed to kill Narfi when he was attacking Sam, causing Sleipnir to run off. As they caught their breath, there was the sound of a gun cocking behind Gabriel's head. He froze as Sam and Dean carefully made their way over.

“Turn around slowly.” Gabriel did just that and by the sharp intake a breath from the person holding the gun, and himself, each were just as shocked as the other.

I gotta turn back I gotta turn back I gotta turn back

Anyway

“Gabriel?” the gun lowered as she stared in confusion. Was it really him?

“(Y/N),” he whispered, not believing it to be her. But it was. A few more scars and bruises then he remembered but it was her. There was a sound of a gun hitting the floor, shaking breathes that were trying not to turn into sobs, and then his arms were suddenly full of the hunter he loved.

“You're here. You're actually here.”

“Yeah I'm here and I'm not going anywhere,” he promised. He hoped he could keep that promise. After the battle with Loki and getting his nephew and Mama Winchester back from the alternate universe, he wanted to go back to her. And he would do anything to make that happen.

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[impala-dreamer]

Reunion

SPN FanFic

~Dean is finally free but the damage Michael caused may stick around for a while.~

Dean x Reader

795 Words

Warnings: Beautiful angst...

A/N: Written for @mrswhozeewhatsis​‘s 2019 Louden Swain FanFic/FanArt Project, inspired by one of my favorite songs off of Sky Alive, “Reunion”.  Hope you all enjoy. 

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It was him. He was back. There was no hint of Grace hiding behind the green, no malicious smirk curling his lips, no smoothness to his deep voice.

Dean was back. 

Dean was safe. 

Dean was home.

The suit came off as soon as his door closed, jacket lost somewhere back in the car, vest crumbling to the floor at his feet. He ripped the crisp button down from his shoulders and sent it down to Hell where it belonged. 

He washed his face, splashing cold water from rusted pipes onto his skin, feeling the familiar hardness of the liquid seep into his pores. 

When his eyes lifted he could barely believe the sight. The mirror held his reflection as it always had, but his mind was back to being his own. The lightness to his expression that Michael caused with his arrogance was gone, weighed back down by forty years of guilt and pain. The cracks seemed deeper around his eyes, the dark spots beneath more obvious. But it was his face again. 

The scar concerned him but he was too tired to care. It clearly wasn’t going anywhere. Not tonight. 

There was one bottle left in his stash beneath the bed. One pint of whiskey, one bottle of mind-numbing bliss. 

He was half gone when she knocked, her knuckles banging through the drumming in his head. 

“Yeah?” It was half an answer but all he could muster. 

She pushed the door open and stood in the shadows of the hallway, her face a serene mask hiding every emotion known to man. 

Dean knew better; he’d taught her that poker face. 

“You gonna come in?” he teased, bottle dangling from his bottom lip. “You’re letting all the heat out.” 

Silently, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her, never once taking her eyes off of him. He sat on the floor, back against the foot of the bed, one knee cocked, elbow resting, bottle in hand. He stretched out when she came close, reaching his right hand to beckon her down. 

“Dean.” She shook her head, gritting her teeth to keep her voice even, but there was no denying the tears filling her eyes. They welled deep until they burned, stinging and forcing her lids to close as her fingers found his. 

He swallowed hard and closed his hand around hers, long fingers hiding her small hand. “Yeah,” he said again, not knowing what else to say. 

She hovered above him, knees half bent but afraid to fall. Michael had done a number on her wearing Dean’s handsome face; the hand she held had closed so tight around her neck she still bore the bruises, the scars of his attack. 

But pain fades. 

Love remains. 

Finally, she fell, knees thudding against the hard floor as she broke, a stream of tears spilling down her cheeks. 

The bottle fell too, rolling across the floor as Dean dove to catch her; strong arms pulling her close. 

“How?” she begged, looking up into his shadowed face, one hand ghosting over his jaw, her eyes searching his. “How are you back?” 

“I don’t know.” He clung to her shoulders, fingertips digging into the softness of her. “He let me go.” 

“Just like that?” 

He shrugged. His lips parted but there was no answer to give. “I don’t know.” He choked on a swallow, taste of the whiskey pooling in the back of his throat. His stomach churned as he remembered what Michael had done to her in those first moments. He could feel the Archangel move his hands to circle her throat, feel his fist as it cracked against her jaw. He remembered the movement of her flesh as it moved beneath his knuckles, heard the crunch, the broken cry. 

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, blinking away the memory and finding her safe and whole. 

“It wasn’t you.” She let herself go, giving up that poker face she’d kept since he left. 

Dean sighed, shaky breath moving through him as he closed his eyes. “I did all of this. I let him in, I let him nearly kill you.”

She kissed him silent, drawing out his breath with her lips, her hand curled so gently behind his ear. Her breath flowed over and through him when she pulled away, and he reached for her with his entire being, leaning in, willing her to stay. 

“Don’t take the guilt trip tonight, Dean,” she sighed; hand flat over his racing heart. “Just be with me, be home with me, here, now.”

He shook his head, mind reeling, body aching and exhausted. “And what about Michael? What about everything else?” 

One more kiss, deeper than the last, filled with everything she had, every promise they’d never made outloud. 

“Tomorrow’s another day.” 

2019 Forever Tags:

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[spnfanficpond]

Eskimo

A/N: This is my first submission for the 2018 Louden Swain Fanfic Fanart Project! This is such a tough song to interpret, and I’ve enjoyed reading the other fics for this song from the past two years. I got a feeling about it a few months ago, and decided I wanted to attack it this year. Special thanks to @oriona75 who took my babbling about free will vs. destiny and centered it in a season of the show. Mega beta thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier@manawhaat and @andromytta who all read this and ripped it up like I asked them to. Ali, in particular, helped me build a whole backstory for her, which I ended up not even using. Such is writing, I guess. Please, let me know if you find any errors or have feedback! I’m always extra nervous about the ones Rob will read! Thanks!

Summary: Chuck is challenged by his editor while he’s writing the final chapter of The Winchester Gospel.

Pairing: Chuck x Reader, sort of, but not really. It’s not romantic.

Warning: I can’t think of anything. Excessive liquid metaphors. Maybe go pee before you read this.

Word count: 2019 words

While Chuck stammers his way through an explanation of who Mistress Magda is, you pick up the messy notepad where he jots down his notes. You can hear Dean through the phone line, telling Chuck how Sam had said yes to Lucifer, his voice barely a croak- tense and nearly broken. As Chuck gives Dean the information he needs to find his brother, you read through the outline, hearing Chuck’s lie as he says it.

“I wish that I did. But I-I just—I honestly don’t know, yet.”

The bottom of the page in your hand says differently. Dean is left alone to bury the remains of his best friend, his surrogate father, and the memory of his fallen brother. Only his guilt at failing everyone stays by his side. Your breath catches and your eyes sting.

Chuck hangs up the phone, the sound igniting righteous fury in your chest.

“Liar!!” you accuse, blinking away tears.

Chuck doesn’t deny it. His gaze is steady, his breath even, though his eyes are sad when they meet yours. “You’re right. But he doesn’t need to know in advance what’s coming. Knowing won’t change anything.”

Slamming the notepad on the table, you shoot him your fiercest glare. “But you could. You could change all of it. With just a thought, you could cage Lucifer. Even better, you could change him! Make him the good and righteous leader he was supposed to be!” Stabbing the air near him with your finger, you finish your rant with, “You MADE this happen, and you can unmake it just as easily!”

Chuck simply frowns as your chest rises with emotion. He pours himself another glass of whiskey, letting the bottle hit the table a bit harder than it needs to.

“Hey, you created me for this. Don’t go getting mad when I do my job,” you grumble.

Chuck sighs. “I know. I just didn’t expect you to be so good at it,” he says, chuckling wryly into his glass.

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Moving deadlines back

Due to the lack of involvement, and my own lack of contribution thus far, I’m moving the deadlines for the Louden Swain and Jason Manns projects back a couple of weeks to give me more time to write. Since there are so few participants, it won’t take me as long as I’d expected to pull everything together, in the end, either.

So, new deadlines look like this:

Writers: Previous deadline was 9/2/19, now it’s 9/16/19.

Artists: Previous deadline was 9/29/19, now it’s 10/13/19.

Hope this helps more than just me! Still plenty of songs available, guys! 

Also, I have decided, this will definitely be the last time I do this, so do it while you can!

Tagging interesting folks below the cut:

@a-winchester-fairtytale @adriellej @alangel1895 @andromytta @anotherwinchesterfangirl @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelsanonymous @atc74 @brothersinsync @castiels-forbidden-angel @crashdevlin @curliesallovertheplace @deansleather @dont-hate-relate-pls @ellen-reincarnated1967 @enchantedstarfleet @take-my-crookedwheel @growningupgeek @hideyourdemoneyes @prompt-and-circumstances @i-dont-understand-that-url @icecream-and-gadreel @iwantthedean @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @jpadjackles-mishamark @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @lifeonsarz @littlegreenplasticsoldier @loudenswainfangirl @manawhaat @mandilion76 @multi-fan-dom-madness @mysupernaturalfics @notnaturalanahi @oriona75 @padamooseandgrasshopper @pastelspn @personal-boogeyman @purgatoan @robbenedictandco @roxy-davenport @samanddeanwinchester67 @sams-little-toy @samsexualdeancurious @saritaa-chan @scorpiongirl1 @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @smmywinchester45 @stunt-idjit-number-two @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @toastiel @tricia-16 @trollhunter94 @waywardnerd67 @wideawakeandwriting @winchestergirl-13 @writingfromkitchenator @ilostmyshoe-79 @wingedcatninja @desiraelovesdestiel @impala-dreamer @xxfireangel83xx 

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

2019 Louden Swain FanFic/FanArt Project (feat. The Station Breaks)

This project is finished!!!

See the completed book online HERE.

Rob was sweet, as always, and very sad to hear we won’t be doing any more of these. He said he’s enjoyed reading them, but he understands not being able to keep churning them out. Even though we can’t do more, I’m proud of us!!

Rules for the project, as well as links to the original posts for all of the stories and art, are under the cut!

If you’re new to this project, check out previous projects:

2016 - Masterpost - Finished book

2017 - Masterpost - Finished book

2018 - Masterpost - Finished book

Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Every project so far, we’ve had art/aesthetics/edits for every story and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at #SPNDC in November! (Anything related to The Station Breaks will also be included in the project given to Jason Manns.)

Here’s the schedule:

6/22/19 5:00PM EDT - I will post the rules and regs and open the projects up so you guys can start claiming songs. Only one song request at a time (though you can list a backup song or two if your first request is already taken). Once you have finished and posted your first request, then you may make a second request. (Note: Due to a mistake on my part last year, the fic for She Waits has already been written, so this song is not available this year.)

9/2/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for writers. This gives writers 10 weeks, plus the US Labor Day holiday.

9/29/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for artists. This give artists 4 extra weeks after the writing is done.

This schedule then gives me about three weeks to put everything together and prep for the con.

Here are the rules (below the cut):

Deadlines are final. NO LATE ENTRIES! If you find you need more time, let me know and we can try to work something out. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part. If you want to do two, you must finish your first before you will be allowed to reserve a second song.

Artists: - You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me. - If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone. Most times, I have more writers than artists. If you are willing to work for multiple writers, I would be most grateful!!! In the past, I’ve had a pool of artists, and I tried to divvy up assignments as fairly as possible so no one artist gets all the work. - SEND ME AN ASK or an IM or whatever and let me know what you want to do. Whether you’re working with a writer on one, or willing to be part of a pool that works on multiple, just let me know! - When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page.  - You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to. - I would love some original cover art! If you have an idea for cover art, let me know, and we can talk!

Writers: - Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF. - Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing. - Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update this post with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis. - You can’t write for the same song you wrote about last year. This is to ensure variety in the stories from year to year. In honor of their album, Splitting the Seams, if you would like to rework an old story, or write a new story based on a song you have previously written for, go for it! These stories will be in a separate section of the book, and the introduction to each one will reference your previous story.  - Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.) - You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words. - Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Rob will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can. - Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Louden Swain song playing in the background.) - If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it! - I will give your work a basic grammar/spelling proofreading before adding it to the project. If you would like, I can beta read your story for you before you post it, too. Just let me know!

Everyone: - If you would like to include a short summary of why you like the song you picked, especially if the song has some special meaning to you, I will add that to your submission in the final project. If you look at the last three (links are at the top of this post), you can see the kind of thing I’m talking about at the top of some of the stories. Please keep these brief, though.

And now, for something completely different: If you are interested in doing something completely different than a Supernatural-related story or art/edit, talk to me about it, and I’ll figure out a way to include it. Letters to the band or stories that are not SPN-related can be printed out and presented separately, and a list of links to posted audio or video submissions can be added.

As songs are claimed, this list will be updated!

Able-Legged Heroes

Make Believe Starin’ at the Middle Paper, Plastic Head Check Grandma’s Song Yeah, Well St. Louis  When I’m Gone - @winchestergirl-13 (fic)  (art) Three Car Garage  In Like Finn Undergrad Prom 

Overachiever

Cast Off  Neurosis  Codependent Only Lyin’ Overachiever Uncle Bob Blank Card No Hero  Boy In Need

Suit And Tie

Suit And Tie Operator Gina Knows Blind A Lot To Learn  Rock Song - @waywardnerd67 (fic and art) Rockit Real Life Long Way St. Louis Walk It Off Homesick 

A Brand New Hurt

Better All I Need  Pop Tart Heart Kind Of Guy Downtown Letdown Mrs. Vance Election Day Silverspoon Holiday Ready Steady Alright  Medicated  Something To Say - @winchestergirl-13​ (fic)  (art) Wasted Afternoon

Help You (single)

Help You 

Eskimo

Like the Heart Goes  Eskimo  Carpool Lane CA Nation Cigarette Mamma’s Jam  Worlds Collide - @writingfromkitchenator (fic and art) She Waits - @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (fic)  @alaskanartist​ (art) January Gamma Ray Be Me Wave  Past Perfect 

Sky Alive

Reunion - @impala-dreamer​ (fic and art) Lucky Cool if I Come Over  Hot Times Big One Fifteen Hey Darlin  Bandaged Hand Crooked Wheel Trigger Finger Honey Bee - @atc74 (fic and art) Angela - 

No Time Like The Present

Present Time Change The Locks Amazing  Taxi Driver Over Before It Began Leg Up  Roll Me Over Fair  This Is How - @mrswhozeewhatsis (fic)  @impala-dreamer​ (art) Night Light Juliet  Numb 

Splitting The Seams

Another Fool - @impala-dreamer​ (fic and art)  Too Far Away 

The Station Breaks

Slightest Thing Gone The Rest Free - @andromytta (fic)  @winchestergirl-13​ (art) They Ain’t You  Just Walk Away Stowaway Not Giving My Heart Away - @mandilion76 (fic and art) Old Neighborhood  Autumn Back 

Cover art by @alaskanartist​ 

Tagging past participants and possibly interesting people:  @a-winchester-fairtytale @adriellej @alangel1895 @andromytta @anotherwinchesterfangirl @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelsanonymous @atc74 @brothersinsync @castiels-forbidden-angel @crashdevlin @curliesallovertheplace @deansleather @dont-hate-relate-pls @ellen-reincarnated1967 @enchantedstarfleet @take-my-crookedwheel @growningupgeek @hideyourdemoneyes @i-cant-believe-its-not-satan @i-dont-understand-that-url @icecream-and-gadreel @iwantthedean @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @jpadjackles-mishamark @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @lifeonsarz @littlegreenplasticsoldier @loudenswainfangirl @manawhaat @mandilion76 @multi-fan-dom-madness @mysupernaturalfics @narrettwist @notnaturalanahi @oriona75 @padamooseandgrasshopper @pastelspn @personal-boogeyman @purgatoan @robbenedictandco @roxy-davenport @samanddeanwinchester67 @sams-little-toy @samsexualdeancurious @saritaa-chan @scorpiongirl1 @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @smmywinchester45 @stunt-idjit-number-two @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @toastiel @tricia-16 @trollhunter94 @waywardnerd67 @wideawakeandwriting @winchestergirl-13 @writingfromkitchenator @ilostmyshoe-79 @wingedcatninja @desiraelovesdestiel @impala-dreamer

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Art by @winchestergirl-13 for the story by @andromytta based on the song Free by Station Breaks on the abum Station Breaks for the 2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project.

#incoherent babbling by mrswhozeewhatsis #2019 louden swain fanfic fanart project

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Submitted by @alaskanartist for the 2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project to go along with the story by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for the song She Waits from the album Eskimo.

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