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norahastuff · 3 years

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penny for your thoughts on salmondean codependency ?

Sure. Fair warning it’s long (was longer but I stopped myself.)

I think it’s complicated in a show that’s had so many different showrunners because they’ve all handled Sam and Dean’s relationship very differently. In Kripke’s era (s1-5) there was a romanticization of the bond. Sure there was a lot of in-depth exploration of how they wound up at the place they were at, spoiler alert: it was all because of John and his obsessive crusade to find the demon that killed his wife. That’s all he cared about and as a result, Sam and Dean had to be everything to each other. But Kripke had no intention of dismantling that at any point because he was (and always had been) writing a tragedy. Gamble continued that too. There was no room for anyone else in their lives and it would always just be the two of them against the world. So Cas had to go. Bobby had to go.

(Actually, it's funny because Gamble didn't intend this at the time, her plan was to kill Cas off, but by Edlund creating the masterpiece that is The Man Who Would Be King, he not only saved Cas from being seen as a villain, but he also deepened Dean and Cas' relationship in such a profound way and inextricably linked the two of them emotionally. And since Cas was eventually brought back, that laid the foundation for a lot of what their relationship would become.)

Up until this point, there hadn’t really been any significant dismantling of perhaps the more unhealthy parts of Sam and Dean’s relationship. Enter Carver. He stripped things down and started to explore what drove these characters. What they wanted and why they couldn’t have it. It starts with Dean being mad at Sam for not looking for him in purgatory, which sets up the whole speech in the s8 finale of Sam’s guilt about letting Dean down, but the thing is, Dean was never honest with Sam about his year away either. He never told Sam he could have gotten out much sooner if he hadn’t stayed to find Cas. I mean Dean had assumed Sam was up there alone doing God knows what to try to bring him back, and yet still he stayed in Purgatory because things were clear there. He needed Cas. Anyway, I just find that interesting, but Cas isn’t a victim of Sam and Dean’s relationship in s8.

Who gets the honour of being cast aside? That would be Benny and Amelia, two characters they introduced in s8 specifically to highlight that Sam and Dean’s relationship doesn’t allow for anyone else to be a significant part of their life. I mean that’s nothing new, we’ve watched that happen many times before. Lisa even said as much to Dean. The thing is this time? It’s framed as a truly sad thing. That moment at the end of 8x10 when Dean has just ended things with Benny and Sam leaves Amelia, and they’re sitting alone drinking beer and watching tv is such a hollow empty moment. This is not what they want. But it’s the way things have to be.

I’m actually fascinated by Sam and Dean’s conversation in the church in the s8 finale. Not so much Dean’s assertion that there is no one else he would put before Sam, but more so what provokes it, which is Sam saying “who are you going to turn to instead of me. Another angel? Another vampire?” See the thing is Dean saying he would always put Sam first is not news. We know this and it’s not really an unhealthy statement in itself either. A lot of people would put their sibling above anything else, not less a sibling who you raised and is the most important person to you. But in this context? After what Sam said? It just highlights how unhealthy they are if Sam believes that Dean having other people in his life means he doesn’t love him enough. That he’s a disappointment to him. That’s so profoundly fucked up.

(Note, Dean tells Sam that he killed Benny for him but he doesn’t say anything about Cas. I think like I said before, this is because Cas and Dean’s relationship has largely existed out of the Sam and Dean stuff up to this point - Sam and Cas don’t even really have much of a relationship yet besides both of their connections to Dean.)

And then from here, things start getting steadily worse. But we also keep being shown how bad they are. Dean lying to Sam, taking away his free will by letting Gadreel possess him. Dean sending Cas away, Kevin dying. It’s all awful. The whole “there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you line” from 9x01 isn’t really said by Dean, it’s Gadreel, but that is how Dean feels. He does think that’s all he’s good for. And over the season we’re shown how much of himself and what he truly wants he’s had to give up because of his ingrained “Save Sammy” and “Sammy comes first” mentality. It’s always been this way for him. In 9x07 we see that he had found a happy home, a good father figure, and his first love, a first love might I add that he had to leave behind with no real explanation because Sam needed him, and Sam comes first.

I mean just one episode earlier we had him rushing out the door elated about seeing Cas and spending time with him, only for their time together to come to sad and melancholic end when Dean once again leaves Cas behind without any real explanation, because despite what he wants Sammy comes first. What he wants doesn’t matter.

See I think after the Gadreel stuff comes out is where the narrative starts to get a little wonky for me. You can clearly see that this was intended to be a shorter story that they ended up stretching out to a much longer one because of renewals. There’s also the fact that this is a formula show so they can’t necessarily be separated for longer than an episode or two. S10 is a rough one to get through at times, I think the themes still mostly hold up but it’s a rough one to get through.

S10 highlights all the connections that Dean has, Cas, Charlie, Crowley even, but Sam doesn’t really have those bonds in the same way. For Sam it’s just Dean, so he goes down a reckless destructive “do anything to save Dean!” path and so many innocents pay the price, and ultimately with the release of The Darkness, the whole world.

They skirted right up to the edge of exploring just how toxic and dangerous their relationship had become in the season 10 finale.

DEAN: I let Rudy die. How was that not evil? I know what I am, Sam. But who were you when you drove that man to sell his soul... Or when you bullied Charlie into getting herself killed? And to what end? A..a good end? A just end? To remove the Mark no matter what the consequences? Sam, how is that not evil? I have this thing on my arm, and you're willing to let the Darkness into the world.

I can’t say evil is the right word, they were never evil, but they were wilfully blind to everything and everyone else when it came to saving each other. S10 tested my love for the show because after watching it, because there was certainly a feeling that the two of them had become the villains of this story. And don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have a problem with that, it’s just after 2 seasons of this I can’t say I had a lot of faith that this was going to be properly addressed or if we were going to keep going in circles around it. Keep being shown, it’s bad and then nothing much being done to fix it. Your mileage may vary on how it was handled, but I think s11 did a relatively ok job considering it wasn’t the end of the story, and the show needed to keep going.

See from Dean’s side a lot of the codependency rests on 1. His father’s orders to always save Sammy 2. His low self-esteem where he sees himself as nothing but a blunt instrument. 3. His guilt at not being able to perfectly fulfil every familial role in Sam’s life 4. His belief that no one could choose to love him but family has to love you. 5. The unhealthy example of what it should look like to love someone that he got from John. You give up everything but them.

For Sam (and honestly it’s not as clear for me as Dean’s side is so feel free to correct me/disagree on this) 1. Everytime he’s tried to leave and create his own life it’s never ended well. 2. His guilt over wanting freedom and a normal life when he was younger (I’m referring specifically to Stanford era here) 3. His guilt over everything Dean has given up for him. 4. John. 5. Jess.

Ultimately it all comes down to isolation. They both had to be everything to each other, and the deeper they got into this fight, the more people that they lost, the tighter they clung to this notion of family and brothers. I think s11 (and 11x23 in particular) was an important turning point, both for Sam and Dean’s relationship, as well as for them as individuals. Because they weren’t alone there anymore. Cas was there. Sam let Dean walk to his death. Of course, it would devastate him, but he knew it was what had to be done. And he didn’t walk out of that bar and go back to the bunker alone. He had Cas, he had someone who cared about him and wanted to help him and talk to him. Sure Dean asked Cas to take care of Sam for him (you know after Cas offered to walk to his death with him) but Sam let him. He let him be there for him. We didn’t get to see much before the BMOL showed up and blasted Cas away, but still, we saw enough.

I think that’s a significant difference to note why their relationship was different in the Dabb era. It wasn’t just them anymore. Cas was an important member of their family and given a level of importance he’d never been given before and couldn’t have been when the story they were telling was of the dangers of their codependency. Mary was back. Eventually, Jack would become a part of their unit too. Just the two of them wasn’t enough for them anymore. This is made abundantly clear with all of Dean’s desperate attempts to get Cas to stay in s12, followed by his inability to keep going when they lose Cas and Mary in s13. Similarly, Sam really struggles when they lose Jack and fail to get Mary back later in the season.

Another big moment is Dean letting Sam go alone to lead the hunters against the BMOL in 12x22 while he stays back to try and reach Mary. Like he tells Mary, he’s had to be a brother, a father and a mother to Sam and he never stopped seeing him as his kid, but in that moment he makes a choice. He lets Sam take charge and he shows that he trusts him and believes in him. He knows he can handle it.

Sometimes it’s not even a character growth thing. Sometimes having other people there stops you from making destructive choices even though that’s still your first instinct. I’m thinking specifically of 13x21 after Sam was killed. Dean would have run headlong into that nest of vampires and got himself torn apart, but Cas was there to stop him. He was able to make him see reason.

Basically, I think that for a long time, they thought the only relationship they could have was each other, which then became a self-fulfilling prophecy because their desperate attempts to keep each other around led to them losing the people around them. They eventually started to learn that that wasn’t true, they could have more, they were allowed to want more, and that it wasn’t an either-or situation. Dean didn’t have to choose between Sam and Cas. They didn’t have to choose between each other or Jack. The same goes for Mary. Different relationships can coexist without threatening each other, and not say that their relationship in s12-15 was all smooth sailing, but it was certainly so very different from everything that came before.

(There’s maybe a point to be made about how they didn’t have anyone or anything in the finale and how that relates to the story we got, but honestly I have no idea what the intention was with any of the choices made in that episode so I’ll leave it at that for now.)

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Driving Lesson, Fictober #1

Genre: Fanfiction

Fandom/Pairing: Good Omens, Crowley/Aziraphale

Warnings: No warnings apply

Prompt: “It will be fun, trust me.”

“It will be fun, trust me.”

Aziraphale studied the steering wheel in front of him sceptically. “I highly doubt that”.

“Angel” Crowley sighed, “We did agree that now we’ve got nothing left to worry about, we can do what we want…”

“And me learning to drive is what you want –“

“Hey” Crowley snatched his left hand off the wheel and pressed a kiss against it. “That’s not what this is about. Thing is, since we finally talked, we’ll be spending a lot of time together, and I want the two loves of my life to get along when we do.”

Aziraphale felt himself blushing furiously. This was just the kind of thing Crowley did and said all the time now, ever since their bus drive back to his place and the talk they’d had there. When Aziraphale had asked him after the first couple of days why he felt the need to be so utterly romantic, he’d looked him in the eyes and said “I’ve been waiting for this long enough, angel” and that had been that. He’d been steadfastly ignoring his hints that he’d like a more explanatory answer ever since.

And yet there could be no mistaking the gestures he’d bestowed on him in the last few months, no thinking he was just trying to tempt Aziraphale to his side – something the angel had been very good at pretending at, for the first few centuries – no telling himself that they were at best friendly adversaries, not even friends.

And now Crowley only wanted this little thing. Just wished for Aziraphale to learn how to drive.

“What do I do then, dear?” he asked softly. In all the years Crowley had had the Bentley, he’d been content – and sometimes terrified – sitting next to him. If he had paid attention to him at all, it had most certainly not been because he had any desire to pick up on his driving techniques.

“Oh. Right” Crowley looked pleased; Aziraphale wished he’d take off the sunglasses so he could see his eyes – he loved it how they glittered in the sunlight; but Crowley wasn’t so far to leave them behind quite yet, not yet comfortable enough even if it were just the two of them, but they would get there – “So first of all you have to turn on the motor.”

“But there’s no key in the ignition” Aziraphale pointed out, feeling rather smug as he did so. There. He knew some things about cars.

Crowley rolled his invisible eyes. “That’s because I would never do that to my dear girl” he all but cooed at the car. “Just tell her to start. Nicely.”

Aziraphale had known that Crowley poured quite a bit of magic and miracles into the Bentley, of course – otherwise, especially considering his driving style, there’d hardly have been a chance that the car would have survived the past ninety years. Still, this seemed to be a bit excessive.

But that was what they had saved the world for, wasn’t it? So they could indulge and be together.

So he very gently told the Bentley with his mind that he’d like to take a drive now, please, because Crowley wished them to, and suddenly the motor was on.

Crowley grinned. “See? Told you.”

He nodded, then gripped the steering wheel.

“Oh no” Crowley rubbed a hand over his knuckles “This is supposed to be a nice experience for all of us. You have to relax.”

“I have no idea what I’m doing” he confessed.

“That’s alright, you’ve got me and the Bentley to take care of you” Crowley told him with the expression of a demon who hadn’t known what to do when he first purchased his beloved horseless carriage either and had early on become determined never to learn the way humans did but was now expecting it of his – lover? He supposed they were lovers.

His heart warmed as he thought of them as lovers, and he decided to try and do this.

“We can go as slow as you want, angel” Crowley said, voice rather thick with emotion all of a sudden, “That’s why we’re here.”

Here being in the middle of the night at Tadfield air base, where it all had started, really.

No, Aziraphale suddenly realized; it had started long before then. Maybe even…

He took a deep breath he didn’t really need and decided to try and drive.

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“Alright, angel, I know I said we could go slow, but you’re driving less than ten miles an hour” Crowley pointed out.

“I am just trying to get the hang of things” he defended himself.

“You won’t if you keep doing thisssssss. You can’t jussssssst drive ten miles an hour in London” Crowley hissed, although his smile rather ruined the overall impression.

“I would say it’s impossible to drive ninety miles an hour in the city, and yet you do so on a regular basis.”

“That’s because I let the streets know who’s boss. You’d just be politely asking them to not inconvenience you. This won’t do” Crowley decided.

He sighed. “Fine.” The car accelerated slightly.

“See? Told you this was fun.”

Aziraphale said nothing, but in truth, he was starting to see why one would just take drives for pleasure. In the past, he had mostly seen the road trips Crowley took him on as more chances to spend time with him, but it was surprisingly pleasant to just sit there and… go somewhere. Even if he’d still have preferred to drive slower, but knowing his demon, he wouldn’t be allowed to.

“Maybe we could put on some music?” he suggested.

Crowley grinned, proving that he too had noticed that Aziraphale was enjoying himself, the pleased, happy smile of someone who’d made his lover happy. “Alright. I just bought these yesterday, so they should be alright –“

And it was indeed Vivaldi’s Four Seasons that started playing instead of Queen, which seemed to be the Bentley’s go-to music, usually.

Aziraphale knew that Crowley mostly listened to classical music when they were together, simply because the angel liked it. Recently though he’d admitted that he’d now and then gone to a concert over the last six thousand years when he’d missed him – “That kid Mozart was really talented, wasn’t he”.

He smiled to himself.

“Good. You’re starting to relax.”

“Of course I’m relaxed, dear. I’m with you.”

And, almost as if it were sentient and could understand what was being spoken, the Bentley’s motor hummed.

To Aziraphale’s utter delight, Crowley blushed. “Both of you should shut up” he muttered, but there was no heat behind it.

“It’s true” Aziraphale told him, because he wanted to see him blush again. He wasn’t disappointed.

They drove on; the guards ignored them due to a convenient miracle Crowley had performed. And anyway, there wasn’t much to guard, was there, they would have said; just computers, and computers only did what the people punching the keys told them, so there was little to no danger there.

Aziraphale smiled to himself once more as he recalled the day of the Apocalypse-that-wasn’t. It had taken him a long time to get to admitting that he and Crowley were on their own side, but he’d got there in the end.

“We should stop soon” he said.

“Why, angel? You already have enough?”

“No” he answered simply, “But I want to hold your hand, and I can’t do that when I’m not supposed to let go of the steering wheel.”

Crowley spluttered. “I – tsk – agh – you can’t just say stuff like that!”

“Why not? You do it all the time.”

“That’s different!”

“How?”

“I told you – I’ve been waiting to do so.”

Aziraphale wanted to ask again, but wasn’t keen on hearing another excuse as to why Crowley wouldn’t answer him, so he didn’t.

Still – eventually, he stopped the car.

They watched the stars from the hood of the Bentley, holding hands.

“I really like doing that one” Crowley told him, pointing at a constellation with his free hand.

“It’s beautiful, dear” Aziraphale replied even though he wasn’t looking at the stars; watching Crowley was enough for now.

Then, before he even knew he’d ask, he quietly added, “How long were you waiting for this?”

At first, he thought he would once more fail to get an answer, but then, Crowley, looking anywhere but at him, quietly replied, “Since some foolish guardian of the Eastern Gate told me they’d given their flaming sword away.”

“Oh Crowley.”

“Yes, yes, well, all over and done with.”

A shy Crowley was something Aziraphale had come to know and appreciate in the months since the world didn’t end. “You were right” he told him softly.

“What about?”

“This – driving is fun.”

Now Crowley looked smug again. “Told you.”

“Yes, dear, you did.”

And he kissed him.

#fictober19 #good omens #my writings #ineffable husbands #aj crowley #aziraphale #cutting it close but still lol #enjoy

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spnjediavenger · 5 years

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Chapter 11: The Prophet

Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters

Co-produced and Checked by: @sarimaposthumous

Spoilers: Season 6/7 spoilers?

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: implied self harm

Warnings: general SPN level violence, slight injury description, a LOT of dialogue in the beginning so bear with me

Notes: Kinda short but the next chapter is long so it evens out lol

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think! And much love to those who have liked and/or reposted!!! <3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 5.5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Elliana’s Journal, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Ellie’s note to the boys

Chapter 11: The Prophet

“Ellie…it’s Bobby…”

“Is he gonna wake up?”

“We’re not sure. It’s up to him now.”

Bobby’s eyes opened and he was functional enough to write a set of numbers and hand it to Sam and Dean. He looked at Ellie and held his hand out to her, which she promptly took, tears running down her face.

“I l…ove ya…girl…” he said weakly, now reaching his hand up to lovingly hold her cheek for a moment. She turned into his hand before he looked at the boys, smiled lightly, and uttered, “Idjits.”

His hand fell as monitor flat-lined.

Ellie let out a sob and collapsed, caught by Dean at the last second before she hit the floor, and let out a weak, “no.” The only one who had been like a father-figure to her was gone.

Ellie drove. And drove. And drove. All until she was too exhausted to drive anymore, and stopped at the next motel she came across.

She got into the room and let Anaya off her leash. Ellie went into the bathroom, beginning to hyperventilate, and felt tears sting the back of her eyes again. Frustration, anger, sadness, depression, hurt. She felt it all; until she felt too much. She let out a frustrated shout and threw her fist into the closest thing to her, which happened to be the bathroom mirror, shattering it and leaving a stinging sensation travelling over her knuckles.

She looked down and saw blood running over her hand; the pain gone and replaced with a surprising feeling of relief.

“I l…ove ya…girl.”

Why wasn’t she there to help him?

Why did he have to die?

Ellie awoke to feel tears quietly running down her face. She wiped them away and her attention was grabbed by her phone’s screen lighting up on the nightstand next to her. She sat up in bed, careful not to wake Anaya up, and grabbed her phone. She had 3 missed calls and 5 missed texts from Garth.

From Garth:

Hey Ellie. Call me back as soon as you get a chance.

Elliana, please call me.

Ellie, I’m sorry but you really need to call me.

Please pick up.

Ells, it’s urgent. Sam and Dean need you.

Seeing the last message, Ellie dialed Garth’s number as fast as she could. It only rang once before he picked up.

“Ellie, thank God.”

“Garth, I’m so sorry I missed your calls and texts. What happened? Are the guys ok?”

“Ellie…I don’t really know how to-“

“Garth,” Ellie cut him off. “What’s going on?”

Garth let out a sigh before answering, “Dean and Cas are missing.”

Ellie paused, jaw slightly dropping. “I-…what? How? What happened?!”

“He, Sam, and Cas were taking out leviathans and Dean and Cas killed Dick Roman but Sam said they just vanished after that. Literally. They didn’t go anywhere…they were just gone… Sam thinks it’s some kind of aftermath of Dick dying.”

“What?! How-… Why would they vanish?! Where would they have gone?! Garth, where did this happen? I need to find them,” Elliana rushed. She kicked off her sheets and started packing her things, sisterly instincts kicking in.

“I’m sorry, but Sam told me not to tell you. He says there’s something else he needs you to do first.”

Ellie stopped in her tracks. “Wait, what-“

“Sam is already out looking for them and sending out word to everyone. He wants you to save Kevin Tran, the prophet. After Dean and Cas vanished, Crowley and 2 of his goons took Kevin. Who knows what Crowley could be cooking up or what he’s doing to-”

“Ok, ok,” Ellie rubbed her temples and sighed. “Send me the last known coordinates of him and/or Crowley, let me get my things together, and I’ll be on my way. I’ll ask around too. Thanks for calling, Garth.”

Elliana went to hang up but Garth’s voice brought her back. “E, wait!”

“Yeah?”

“How’re you holding up?” he said, empathy in his voice.

Ellie’s free hand unconsciously went to hold her left wrist. “I’m fine.”

“But-“

“Bye, Garth.” She hung up the phone and signaled Anaya to follow her out of the room.

Elliana reached the location Jenny had sent her. She stood straight up behind a tree a couple hundred feet to the worn-down building, barebow in hand. She looked around the tree and saw a demon guarding a small door off to the right. Ellie pulled a demon arrow from the quiver strapped around her shoulder, pulled it back, and let it go; the arrow lodged itself in the demon’s shoulder, sending light coming from his eyes, and promptly falling to the ground. Ellie let out a small, pleased smirk and left her hiding spot.

She made her way across the field while keeping an eye out for any more demons and her hands on her bow; she tried to stop the memories of Bobby from flooding in and hurting her.

Before she could pick the lock of the previously-guarded door, a flash of light spilled from the windows next to it before they shattered, a force sending Elliana to the ground. As she stood up, the door flung open and someone ran into her, both of them falling this time.

“Watch where you’re going!” Ellie snapped, looking over to see an Asian boy around her age, holding an aged-looking stone in his arms.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I- Who are you?”

“Who are you?” Ellie asked the same time as he did.

Before either could answer, a Scottish accent spoke up behind them. “That wasn’t very nice what you did to my demons, Kevin.”

Ellie’s eyes widened as she looked from Crowley to the boy. “Wait, you’re the prophet?”

Crowley leans over to see Elliana and squints his eyes at her in a ‘what are you doing here’ way. He let it go as he continued, “Now, dear, if you don’t mind; young Kevin here and I have some business to attend to,” he said, eyes flashing red for a moment.

He raised his fingers, ready to snap himself and Kevin away when Ellie shouted, “IOU!”

Crowley paused. “Pardon?”

“IOU,” she repeated. “I’m claiming my end of the deal.”

“Why don’t you give me that scroll of yours?” Crowley said.

Ellie paused before replying. “What’s in it for me?”

“What do you want?”

Ellie paused again, thinking. “An IOU.”

“A what?”

“An IOU. Something, anything, I want that i can collect at a later date. If the scroll is that important to you, I want something worth my while.”

“Quite the dreamer aren’t you? Fine. What could you possibly want that would inconvenience me anyway?”

“This is none of your business,” Crowley spat. “That’s too big a trade for that monster scroll.”

“That doesn’t matter, Crowley. The deal was monster scroll for an IOU. What was it you said? ‘What could you possibly want that would inconvenience me anyway?’?”

Crowley fumed, eyes shooting daggers at Elliana.

“It was a sealed deal Crowley. I’m collecting my IOU. Stay away from Kevin. I demand his safety from you and your demons,” she said confidently, looking him in the eyes.

“Fine,” Crowley said after a moment. “But don’t expect any hospitality from me from this point on,” he continued, snapping his fingers and disappearing.

Ellie released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Who are you?” Kevin asked her, finally standing up.

“I’m White Wolf.”

The Kevin Chronicles: Part 1 ->

Forever tags: @bellero

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christa--marie · 5 years

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Wicked Graces, a Good Omens Season 2 Fanfic

Demonic activity is rising in London, just in time for the Prime Minister’s International Summit on Weather Diversity. But since when has Hell targeted politicians? And what is this new weapon the rumors say Heaven has developed?

An angel, a demon, and a few cracked humans join forces to find out.

Chapter 3 excerpt:

Later that night, Crowley miracled his way through the gate in front of the Palace of Westminster just as Big Ben struck one. He drove the Bentley up to the clock tower and parked on the curb twenty meters away. He exited, tapped the trunk window and stalked across the parking lot.

The night was dark with only a lazy crescent moon reclining in the sky. A warm evening wind swept a fast food wrapper across the pavement. On the north side of the tower, the humans lurked in the shadows.

Crowley stopped in front of them and placed his hands on his hips. He’d recently incorporated into his wardrobe a long double-breasted black peacoat with silver studs of coiled snakes on each side— unbuttoned, of course; it was summer, after all, and the coat was really more for effect than practicality. Upon first slipping it over his shoulders and beholding his reflection, he’d recognized immediately why Aziraphale was so fond of his own long-standing duster. The coat’s length was mathematically designed to heighten one’s impressiveness when striking effective poses.

The three humans pushed away from the tower and gathered closer. Their eyes were alert, the tension on their faces one step below outright eagerness. Crowley looked at them with approval, safely hidden behind his sunglasses.

“You bring the stuff?”

Boggs pulled her bag from her shoulders and unzipped it. She quickly retrieved a candle, a rock, and a feather, then held the items up for his inspection.

“Right,” Crowley said, “well, you know why we’re here—”

“No, we don’t,” Shadwell said. “All you sent us was this text message.” He held up his phone, displaying Crowley’s latest emoji-littered communication:

Meet at [clock] at 1, bring [candle][rock][feather]. Need to [spiderweb][castle] from [poop][devil] so [halo emoji] [glasses emoji][pinocchio emoji]. I’ll bring the [hammer][dog][puke emoji].

“Yes, well, it’s all there,” Crowley said. “I hope you don’t need me to spell it out for you.”

Read from Chapter 1.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #fanfic #humor #emoji jokes #puppy jokes #acronym jokes #what other kind of jokes are there?

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truth-behind-my-mask · 5 years

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Who she is - Chapter 1

Summary: Sam and Dean come across an odd case, even by their standards, and go to investigate. Only they discover there’s much more than they originally thought. (Occurs between episode 18 and 19 from season 5)

Warnings: None yet, maybe mention of dead people?

Pairings: Eventual Crowley x OC, slight!Cas x OC, Winchesters x OC

Word count: 3496

A/N: This is my first time posting on Tumblr but I really wanted to post this on here. This story has already been posted on my Wattpad account so if you’ve maybe seen it already that’s probably where. I would really appreciate feed back such as if anyone would like me to continue, so please let me know your thoughts. Sorry for the mistakes if I missed any. I really hope you like it and enjoy!

Sitting in Bobby’s living room, the sounds of a clock ticking away and the sound of Sam typing on his laptop could be heard. He was sitting at Bobby’s desk looking for a case while Dean was lying on the couch sipping a beer. After the whole thing with Zachariah, Sam felt they needed a win, so he’d been trying to find a case ever since.

"I think I found something in Connecticut." Sam said, gaining Deans attention as he continued to look over the news article he had found.

"What’s up in Connecticut?" he replied. With a beer in hand, he sat up and made his way over to his brother. Looking over Sam’s shoulder, a small section of the article in bold letters explained there were a couple missing persons, a few deaths and reports of strange activity.

"According to the article ‘The town of Kent, Connecticut has been experiencing a string of murder abductions. The residence are in a state of panic since the police don’t have any new leads or new evidence.’” Sam said, quoting part of the article he had read so far.

Placing the now empty bottle on the desk, Dean took the laptop back to where he had been previously sitting. As he read through it, most of the information explained how people in the town were going missing and the ones that they did find were already dead with suspicious circumstances. The townspeople were panicking since there was so little being done and since the information they currently had only brought the deputies to dead ends.

"Alright, I’m convinced this is something for us,” Dean said as he continued to read the article, “It looks like some vamp activity but one of the eyewitnesses said they saw two men abduct a blonde women and they were arguing-"

"What's strange about that?" Sam asked cutting his brother off only to receive a bitch face in return.

"Well if you would let me finished then I would have told you that the witness saw one of the men with fangs and the other with black eye." Dean replied with a cocky smirk as he closed the laptop.

"Why would a vamp and a demon be working together on anything, much less to abduct a woman?" Sam asked completely unconvinced it was both in the same case.

"Not sure but I think we should go find out anyways, just to be on the safe side." Dean said as he stood and stretched.

“Right, we should tell Bobby about the plan.” Sam said following his brother to go locate the wheelchair bound man and fill him in.

Kent, Connecticut

After the boys arrived in the town, they found a motel and checked in. The motel was a little better than the other pay by the hour places. It still had a red neon sign out front with standard dingy rooms but they were cleaner than expected with more commodities in them. Walking into their room Sam placed the laptop bag on top of the table while Dean but their stuff on the beds.

"I think we should go down to the station and get all the information we can." Sam said, as he began to set up the laptop.

Receiving an “Alright” from Dean, it took the boys around 20 minutes to get dressed and down to the police station. Walking into the building they went over the the reception desk and flashed their badges to the lady sitting there.

"Agents Johnson and Andrews, FBI. We’d like to speak to the sheriff about the recent missing persons and deaths." Sam said as they tucked their badges back into their blazers.

"Of course, right this way gentleman.” She replied with a smile as she led them through the bullpen to the sheriff’s office. Knocking on the door, she walked in with the boys and said, "Sheriff these two FBI agents are here about the recent phenomenons that have been happening."

Looking up from the numerous files scattered on his desk and with sleep deprived eyes the sheriff replied, "Thank you Missy, that’ll be all.” to which she nodded and closed the door behind herself. “May I ask why the FBI are interested in what's happening in our small town?" the sheriff asked curiously.

"Well what is happening in your small town sheriff?" Dean asked suspiciously.

“Well I assume you've both read the case file, and it's just that, we're not sure what's going on here. Nothing is making any sense and the town is becoming more and more restless. But I'm glad to have any help you’re willing to give.” The sheriff explained with exasperation. “It seems no matter what lead we pursuit or what evidence we have, it all comes to a dead end which leads us back to square one.”

After taking with the sheriff and taking a copy of the case file with them they left the station and visited the morgue. In less than two hours they received all the information they could get from the two men so the boys were currently in their motel room going over everything. Sam sat at the table while Dean sat on his bed, each going over different files.

"It doesn't make sense Dean, what’s so important about this town and why would a demon and vamp supposedly be working together to abduct people.” Sam asked in disbelief, still looking over the file on the latest victim.

"I'm don’t know but something isn't right, I have this weird feeling there's more to all of this we just don’t know about.” Dean replied with uncertainty.

One hour later

After reading over most of the information they had, Dean sighed as he placed the file he was reading on the bed and stood up to stretch.

"Well the only lead we have so far is that witness who supposedly saw the vamp and demon. I think we should go and ask,” Dean paused leaning over the bed to look over the witness statement,”Misses Miller and ask her exactly what she saw." Dean said to his brother as he straightened his clothes out and got ready to leave.

Time skip

"So misses Miller what exactly did you see?" Sam asked the woman sitting in the chair across from him and Dean who sat on the couch.

"Well I know it sounds crazy and it's completely impossible but, I was walking home and it was around 8pm,” She said recalling the event, ” I was about a block away from my house when I saw two men put an unconscious woman in a van. But they started fighting shortly after. I was close enough, that when the argument started to get heated, it looked like one of the men’s eyes changed to black while the other man produced fangs." She told the boys rubbing her hands together nervously, hoping they believed her and didn’t think she was crazy like the deputy who took her statement.

"Did you hear what they were fighting about?" Dean asked, hoping she could be of more help.

"Actually I did. The one with the black eye said to the other one 'she's not for you she's for ‘her’, ” Misses miller said putting air quotes around the word her before she continued, “and I don't really feel like explaining to the boss why this woman is almost dead because you can’t control yourself' after that they just placed the woman in the van and drove off without another word.” She said finishing her encounter.

"Okay thank you very much for your help Ma’am" Sam said to the women as they stood to leave. “If you remember anything else please call.” He said as he handed her his card and walked out the door.

Time skip

The next morning Dean woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. Groaning he turned over and grabbed it, noticing the clock read 7:30am.

"Agent Johnson." Dean answered with a gruff sleep filled voice.

"Hello agent? we found the latest victim." The sheriff responded.

"Victim? I thought she was missing?" Dean said as he sat up, now fully awake.

"She was, until about ten minutes ago when a jogger found her body down by the river." The sheriff replied.

"Alright we'll meet you down at the morgue." Dean said as he was already out of bed and tapping Sam awake so they could get ready.

"Oh and agent, it's pretty bad." The sheriff said before he hung up.

“What was that?” Sam asked as he rubbed his eyes trying to wake up.

“Sheriff, said the latest vic just turned up by the river, and it’s not pretty.” Dean explained as they began their long day.

Time skip

"Agents." The sheriff greeted them with a nod when they showed up at the morgue.

"Sheriff, what happened?" Sam asked as they walked to the autopsy room.

"Well, it seems they took all of her organs and drained her blood. But then stitched her back up and dropped her off down by the river." The sheriff explained uneasily as they stopped at the glass showing the coroner working on the body.

They continued to talk to the sheriff for around half an hour until they left to look at the crime scene. After getting everything they could by the river they stopped and got breakfast before returning to the motel. The boys had been working since they returned and after sitting there without finding anything new, Dean sighed and asked Sam if he had found anything.

"Actually I think I found something, the sheriff we've been talking to, he’s only had the job for about two weeks."

"What happened to the old sheriff?" Dean asked curiously.

"Well it turns out he disappeared about three weeks ago right around the time strange things started to happen around here." Sam replied.

"Cuz that doesn’t seem suspicious. Does he have any family we can talk to?" Dean asked, hoping this will be a potential lead.

"His wife left him 14 years ago and she's been off the grid ever since. He also has a son and daughter, but his daughter went off the grid about 10 years ago while his son disappeared around the same time he did." Sam explained as he went through the information on his laptop. "It also says that his daughter was adopted."

"Anything else?" Dean asked.

"Well the coroner's report said that the latest victim had trace amounts of rust, under her fingernails and on her body, that comes from some of the newly renovated houses that were built in the 50's."

"What's the connection?''

“Not sure, but I'll keep digging. Hopefully there will be a connection between the two.” Sam said as he went back to work.

20 minutes had gone by before Sam had found some information that would help bring them closer to what was happening.

“So get this,” Sam said gaining his brothers attention. "The old sheriff, Baxter Jones, he owned more than one house. One was where he lived with his family and the other was his childhood home, which was rebuilt in the 50's. It just so happens to also have four 4 acres of land." Sam explained pridefully.

"That's great and all Sammy but we still don't know why a demon and a vamp would tag team or what the old sheriff has to do with all of this.” Dean pointed out.

"Then I guess we're just going to have to ask him when we get there."

Time skip

The next day, the boys headed out to Mr.Jones’ childhood home to scout everything out and get the last bit of information they need before they made their move. They parked down the road from the house and out of the sight from the main road so as not to draw any attention, and walked the rest of the way. When they got onto the property they found an area of shrubbery close enough to the house to see but not be seen, however they weren’t prepared for the sight in front of them.

"Dean what's going on?" Sam asked in a hushed tone with disbelief lacing his voice.

"I have no idea Sammy but I think we need to get back to the motel and go over everything again before we go anywhere near that house.” Dean replied equally bewildered.

What they saw was something they never thought anyone would ever see. A vampire and demon working together wasn’t the craziest part of the case or even wrong for that matter. What was so unbelievable was the group of monsters arguing outside while there were still 9 other figures inside. With the position they were in they couldn’t make out the species in the house, but they could tell the group outside was a mix of vamps, wolves, shifters, and demons since the argument caused fangs, claws, and eyes to show. The door to the house swung open and a man they recognized as Mr. Jones came storming out.

“Stop it, all of you. We have business to finish so get inside and enough of your fighting.” He said aggressively breaking up the fight as he brought everyone inside.

As they went inside Sam and Dean decided it was the best time for them to leave but as they were moving they noticed a girl in one of the bedrooms. With this discovery Sam gave Dean a worried look, making the importance of the case even more important or she might not survive.

Time skip

When they got back to the motel they were in a state of disbelief, shock, and urgency.

"Okay dude what the hell?" Dean asked.

"I don't know.” Sam replied.

"What the hell?" Dean said once more trying to make sence of the case.

"Well they said that they had to finish the deal, maybe souls?" Sam said uncertainty.

"Well whatever it is we have to end it tonight, they still have a girl who's alive and I’m not letting them take another life." Dean said bleakly.

"Then we better come up with a plan.”

Time skip

After 2 hour the boys had their plan. They has scouted the place out and were getting ready to enter the house. There were 3 shape shifters and 2 demons standing guard outside which they managed to take care of without alerting the others.

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While the boys were dispatching the guards on the left side of the house outside of the kitchen, inside there was a discussion going on between 2 demons, 2 angels, 3 vamp, and Mr. Jones with the girl all in the living room.

The hallway stretched down the center of the house with four doorways leading to different rooms. On the whole left side of the house was the kitchen with the doorway close to the center of the wall. On the right side of the house, the first doorway lead to the living room with couch against the front window wall, two fabric chairs against the right outer wall and a desk in front of the inner wall dividing it from the dining room. The other doorway at the end of the hall lead to the dining room. There's a set of stairs against the living room wall in the hallway which leads to the terrace upstairs. The house was very old with little to no cleaning and maintenance done. Since no one had lived in the house for long it had gone without care, which really showed.

Mr. Jones sat behind the desk while the girl sat on a wooden chair next to his desk with her body shrunken in on herself and avoiding eye contact with anyone. There was a vampire and an angel who occupied the two chairs, while two vampire and a demon sat on the couch. The remaining angel and demon were standing and arguing what they thought was the best idea.

"I think we can get more for her if we wait.” The standing angel said looking at the girl

"No way if we sell her now then we just up the price and move on." The demon argued hating how the angels were in on the whole thing

“Oh please don’t be stupid. If we wait then word can get around and there will be more buyers willing to pay more.” The angel argued going over to the demon and standing in front of him.

“Yeah then next thing you know, there will be hunters knocking down the door trying to get her. No we sell her now and move on.” The demon spat.

With the angel and demon standing chest to chest waiting for the other to make the first move, an argument had started between everyone in the room. That is until Mr. Jones raised his voice, shutting everyone up quickly.

"Since she's my daughter, I say that we wait to sell her. There might be more people interested that way,” He said causing the angel to give a cocky smirk to the demon as Mr. Jones continued. “Plus it wouldn’t hurt to see what else she can do." He said with darkness in his voice as he looked at her menacingly.

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The boys went through the kitchen where there were a vampire was at the sink and another vampires and 2 werewolf's were sitting at the table playing cards. As Sam was dealing with the wolves and as Dean had cut the head off the last vamp, he knocked over a chair, gaining the attention of the others in the house. One of the angels disappeared for a couple seconds before returning.

“We need to go. The Winchesters are here and they killed all the others.” He said

“Get her upstairs and don’t make a sound.” Mr. Jones ordered one of the vampires as he did just as he was told.

In a blink of an eye the angels and demons disappeared and went their separate ways while Mr. Jones and the other two vampires remained in the living room.

“Take care of them and no matter what happens, they can’t take her. Do whatever it takes.”

He told the remaining two before he snuck out the front door and disappeared into the surrounding wood line.

"Dean, seriously?" Sam asked in a hushed tone.

Dean shrugged his shoulder as a response before a vampire barged into the kitchen and lunging for him, only to have Sam swing a millimeter away from his face and take its head clean off.

“That was a little close there Sammy.” He said patting his brother on the shoulder, receiving Sam's bitch face and ‘really’ look. "Anyway let's go get the girl." Dean said leading them out of the kitchen.

They moved down the hall and reached the stairs where they heard a loud," THUD" come from one of the rooms upstairs, they quickly ran up and kicked the door in. The sight that greeted them was the unconscious girl on an old dingy mattress and the two remaining vampires standing by her. The one closest to them charged but the boys quickly took care of him. The other vampire watched as his friends body fell headless to the ground then looked to the girl before he jumped out the second story window, shattering the glass and running into the forest. Now taking a good look at the girl, they noticed she was wearing She wearing a bohemian lace dress with sleeves down to her mid arms. She looked as though she hadn’t had a bath in months with how dirty her face, hair and dress was but the boys still thought she was beautiful.

"Let's get her back to the motel and try to find out why she was so important to them. We can worry about the other vamp later." Dean said while lifting her up in his arms while Sam took the weapons to the impala.

Lying her along the back seat, Dean moved a strand of hair out of her face and moved her into a comfortable position before closing the door. They made a couple of trips into the house to collect the things in the girls room. She had three suitcases and a few backpacks that they took with them. They stuck her things in the trunk and checked the rest of the house for anything else.

While looking through the house, the boys discovered a table in the basement covered in blood with restraints attached to it. The victims would have been strapped down and bled dry before their insides were harvested. Everything from the victim was then placed in jars and stored in the fridge. But what remains as a mystery is what they were doing with it since it was obvious Mr. Jones wasn’t letting anyone consume it. The boys left the house after the basement discovery and drove the impala as fast as they could back to the motel.

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kdfrqqg · 7 years

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Revenge of a Clown Part 1

Garth x Plutonic Reader, with Sam and Dean, Crowley makes an appearance in part 2 Warnings: character death, violence, language, crying and angst, BMOL Word count: 2.2K

A/N: Written for @chaos-and-the-calm67 80s challenge. Prompt is: An American Werewolf in London. This follows season 12 pretty close to canon. I was really inspired by this prompt and I continued to add little bit and peices until I created something that I’m really proud of. I cried a few times when writing this so I’m sorry if you get emotional too.

Morning came too quickly for (Y/N), you and the boys had been trying to find Cas and Kelly all week, and you and Dean had been clearing out vampire nests that the British Men of Letters sent you on. You didn’t like working for them but their method worked and you had never killed so many monsters so fast. Drinking your first cup of coffee in the war room you heard a jarring knock on the old iron door. Maybe it was Cas, you ran up the steps, you almost squealed in excitement when you saw your tall skinny best friend Garth. Before you made a sound he fell to his knees, it was like he had willed himself to get to you but once he saw you he couldn’t will himself to move any farther. You pulled him into the bunker, wrapping your whole body around him. He smelled like dirt and sweat and there was dry blood all over him. Who the hell did this? “Guys! Guys!” You yelled and the brothers came running in seeing you up by the door on the floor. They rushed up the steps and hovered around you while you tried to get Garth to talk. “Garth, Garth, you gotta say with me!” Your words were frantic. “What happened?” Sobbs only came from him, which made you and the boys tear up as well. You didn’t know what was wrong or how to fix it, all you knew was he was hurting. It’s was quiet, for a few moments, except for his crying, you’d let him cry until he was ready to talk, that’s what best friends do. “They killed her.” Garth somehow managed. “Who’d they kill?” You asked. “They killed Bess.” He sobbed with his head on your shoulder. “No!” You screamed. Your mind was racing, all the hunters knew that Garth and his clan were off limits unless they started killing people. “No! Not Bess. Garth,” you wept with him, rubbing your hand over his back. “Was it other hunters?” “I don’t know (Y/N). It was these British guys. I didn’t catch much they said.” He explained, his voice was raw. “What after all that help we gave them they resorted back these methods?” You said out loud in disbelief turning your head to glare at Sam. Garth wiped his eyes and looked at you, “You know them?” You tried not to cry, “Yeah, we know them.” Running a hand through your hair, “we thought we were helping. See they’re the British Chapter of the Men of Letters.” “As in this place?” Garth questioned finally understanding why you work with them. “Yeah” you sniffed. Had your involvement caused her death? “But they’re heartless, cold and ruthless. They are nothing like you or us. I don’t expect you to forgive us.” You pulled him close crying on his shoulder. “You probably didn’t know.” Dammit he was comforting you and this should be the other way around. “No, Garth, hunny, we knew. We knew.” you sighed and sobbed at the same time. “They kidnapped and tortured Sam and I for days until Dean rescued us.” “Are you ok? How could you still work with them?” Garth continued to ask. “Garth,” Sam interjected, “I convinced everyone that we should team up, combine resources, do the most good. Try and kill as many monsters as possible.” “Like Bess?” Garth looked up at the youngest Winchester. You turned Garth’s face to look at you, “No, not like Bess. She was an amazing, wonderful woman, who just happened to be a werewolf, she is no more monster than you are. Do you hear me?” He nodded. “Garth, I love you. I loved Bess. You were my best friend when I didn’t want one, you have always been there for me and I’m going to be there for you. Let’s get you off the floor and cleaned up.” You stood and boys gently helped Garth up and down the stairs. “I got him.” You put your arm around his waist to support him. “When was the last time you ate?” “I don’t remember.” He mumbled. “Dean” his low head shot up at the mention of his name. “Will you make him some food while I get him showered up?” Garth stood motionless almost catatonic still processing everything that happened. You started the water and tested it when it ready. “Ok I’ll leave you be.” The look on his face was one you had never seen him wear. He was defeated and you couldn’t leave him. “Let me help you.” You stripped the hunter down, his naked form looked so fragile and weak. Your heart sank and you wanted to wrap him up in the warmest blanket in the bunker and protect him from the whole world. But instead you quickly removed your shirt and jeans knowing that in his state he couldn’t even handle washing himself. “Is it ok if I get in there with you?” He looked into the void and only grunted. With the dirt and the blood washed away, you had new hope that Garth would be able to heal. You tied a white bath towel around his waist and draped one over his shoulders, you put your shirt and jeans back on over your soaked bra and panties, at this moment you didn’t care about your own comfort. You walked him down to Cas’ old room that you always kept made up, and sat him on the edge of the bed. You searched through the dresser there was only an old pair of light blue boxers in the drawer, they were too big but they would work. “I’ll be right back.” Running to Dean’s room, you grabbed a t-shirt, a pair of socks and a flannel pair of sleep pants. Trying not to manhandle him too much, you pulled on all of the clothes you had found for him as gently as you could. Dean rapped his knuckles on the door, he had a full plate of food that you thanked him for. “Garth, sweetie, I need you to eat ok.” You begged, ripping a chunk of meat off of the chicken leg. “Smells good right?” You looked over at Dean, he had a single tear rolling down his cheek. His concern was touching, he wanted to help but he knew that Garth only would respond to you. Placing the meat to his lips he opened his mouth, “That’s good. I need you to chew.” He slowly chewed the piece of chicken and swallowed, you forced him to finish the drumstick and a breast. “Garthy, you should get some rest.” You put him to bed and before you were about to turn the light out, he whispered, “thank you” “Get some sleep, sweetie, you had a rough couple of days. You’re safe now.” Garth slept most of the day and night you checked on him sporadically sometimes just peeking in and other times sitting on the bed and running your fingers through his hair reassuring him that you were there. He finally got up and made his way to your room. You woke when the hallway light shown on your face from the opened door. “Hey” you sat up. “ Are you hungry?” “No, it’s lonely in there. I’m not used to sleeping by myself anymore.” “Oh Garth,” you pulled the blanket back, “come here.” In seconds, your legs and arms were surrounding him, pressing his head against your heart. You peppered his forehead with gentle kisses as your played with his hair. “I would have never gone along with all this if I thought you would get hurt.” “I know. You’re the best person I know. I still love you.” “Thank you.” You kissed his eyelids, “I love you too.” In seconds, he was softly snoring, you pulled him as close as you could get him.

“So what are we going to do about them?” You asked Sam and Dean the next morning about the British Men of Letters. “Stop working for them for one.” Dean answered. “No, don’t stop working for them.” You heard Garth’s voice come from the hallway. “Excuse me!” Dean exclaimed. “Keep working for them they need to think nothing’s wrong, that is how we take them down.” Garth explained. “What’s the plan?” Sam asked. “We lead a double assault.” Garth said. “Meaning what?” You questioned. “It’s not just good enough to take them down on our soil but we need take them down on their own soil that way they know never to mess with us again.” Garth gritted his teeth. “So you wanna go to England?” You covered his hand with yours. “I always wanted to see Big Ben.” He smiled at you. “They have London locked down. Garth, you won’t be able to make it two feet without them knowing.” Sam informed. You stared at the hopeful Garth, “I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” Part 2

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luciferismyhomeboy · 7 years

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What Goes Around - Part 1

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Possible past season spoilers.

Author’s Note: Hi all! I apologize for my absence, but I was studying for a big test for the past few months. Good news: I passed with flying colors! Now that that’s over, I can devote more time to writing and hope to update this blog about twice a week.

This series is going to be a bit slower paced and longer, but I think it’ll be worth it. Also, I gave “You” a name, to make this story more uniform and also so that I don’t have to writte “Y/N” every three seconds :) Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. As always: thank you for reading! Without any further ado, let’s begin!

The brothers Winchester sat at the table by the stairs quietly, both absorbed in their respective books. A laptop sat on the thick wooden surface, surrounded by random sheets of a paper, more books, empty fast food containers, and empty beer bottles.

Dean grunted suddenly and slammed the book down on the table, making Sam look up in surprise. The elder Winchester rose from the table and began to stalk out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked.

“To buy more beer,” Dean growled. “We’re out.”

“There’s more in the garage.”

Dean scowled at his younger brother. “Well then I’m going for a drive. Need to clear my head.”

“What about-”

“What about what, Sam?” Dean snapped. “Mom is in that other place with the damn Devil, Cas is dead, Crowley is dead, and we’ve got the literal spawn of Satan locked up in the dungeon! We’ve been pouring through these books for days trying to figure out some way of getting Mom back, but I haven’t seen anything that even remotely comes close to what we need. So yeah, I’m going out for a bit to clear my head. I’ll be back soon.”

Sam gave him a pitying look and nodded, but Dean had already turned away. He knew his elder brother was taking Mom’s absence really hard. Something about going into her dreams and telling her he hated her. So many things had happened the night Jack had exploded into the world and it was hard to sort out his feelings about things. So far, Dean hadn’t even been to see the Antichrist, but Sam had been several times.

At first Sam had been wary of the half-human/half-archangel hybrid, but the kid had seemed vulnerable and scared. Sam realized that Jack could very well just be faking, but the kid was a grade A actor if he was. Sam had given the boy a few books to read, as well as brought him all his meals. He also talked to Jack, telling him about this world and about his mother. Sam tried to steer clear of the topic of Lucifer, but Jack knew who his father was and what he himself was supposed to do to the world. He told Sam that he didn’t want to scorch the planet, he wanted to bring peace and harmony to it. Sam wasn’t so sure he believed it just yet though. Lucifer had been an amazing liar and it was a trait he might very well have passed to his son. Still, Sam didn’t hate the boy as Dean seemed to. In fact, he was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, they could raise the boy to be good instead of to bring humankind to its knees.

Dean drove around aimlessly, trying to rid his head of the terrible thoughts he had had since his mother vanished through the portal to the alternate universe. He tried not to think of all the terrible things Lucifer was doing to her right now, at this very moment, but the thoughts ran through his head nonstop like a battering ram. Dean had been tortured at the hands of a very skilled demon for over 40 years and Sam had been tortured by Lucifer himself. They both knew what their mother was most likely going through and Dean could not concentrate on anything else, not even the death of his best friend.

Cas had died at the hands of Lucifer and Dean would never be the same. That angel, that stupid, idiotic angel had saved his life so many times. He had literally raised Dean from Perdition and Dean could not do a thing to prevent his downfall. Lucifer plunged an angel blade into his back and laughed. The monster had laughed about it! Dean was going to kill the bastard for everything that he had done and if his mother was hurt in any way, shape, or form, Dean would make his death last years.

“Hey, I think I found something!” Sam said suddenly. It had been a few days since Dean’s outburst, and things had gone back to normal. Well, as normal as they could be. They were researching at all hours, except to sleep, eat, or bring Jack some food in Sam’s case.

Dean looked up, his eyes blurry from lack of sleep. “What is it?”

“It’s a footnote. A name. In A Historia de Caelo, which translates to A History of the Heavens. It’s old. One of the oldest books in the library. I thought there might be something in here about alternate universes.”

“Is there?”

Sam shook his head. “No. But I was reading up on the history of Lucifer. It really goes in depth. And it makes mention of a fifth archangel.”

Dean perked up immediately. “Fifth archangel? I thought there were only four?”

“So does everyone else.” Sam answered. “But there’s a fifth according to these scripts. Goes by the name of Azrael.”

“Never heard the name before.”

“Me either.” Sam flipped the book so Dean could see. “But the note is there.”

“Interesting. So what else does it say about this Azrael?”

“Nothing. The footnote essentially just says that Azrael and Lucifer were close but they had a falling out.”

“Maybe Lucifer killed him.” Dean suggested.

“I don’t think so.” Sam answered. “The falling out was after Lucifer was already in the Cage. He couldn’t have killed anyone from in there.”

“So where is the fifth archangel now?”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. But at least we have a starting point. With Gabriel and Raphael dead, and Michael still in the Cage, we didn’t have anyone to ask. But maybe Azrael can help us, or at least point us in the right direction.”

“Right,” Dean said. “But how do we get a hold of him?”

Sam looked up. “Pray?”

You checked your reflection in the rearview mirror, loving the way your flawless cat eye had turned out. You had perfected the look when you were living in Egypt a few hundred years ago, but the style had gone out of fashion and you were nothing if not fashionable. The new way of drawing it was so chic and minimalistic compared to the Egyptians’ way and you loved it. It was sexy and fierce, much like yourself.

You saw a sign up ahead for a gas station and pulled into it. You loved Diet Coke and this was the last gas station for a long ways. That was one of the drawbacks to traveling only by backroads. Sure, you could travel on the highways, but you had traversed each one hundreds of times. Where was the fun in that?

You stepped out of your matte black Maserati, your high heels clicking on the pavement as you approached the door to the convenience store. You saw your reflection in the glass and took a moment to admire yourself. You had been in the vessel for eons and you were still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Well…second most beautiful. There was something called the Morningstar afterall.

You saw the clerk behind the counter look you up and down appreciatively and you rolled your eyes. As if. You walked to the coolers in back, yanked a Diet Coke out, and sauntered up to the counter.

“Hey, lil lady.” The clerk drawled. He was in his fifties or sixties, with a greasy comb over and a beer belly. When he spoke, you could see he was missing several teeth.

“Hi,” You replied brightly. “How much do I owe you?”

“Well what’s your hurry?” He asked.

A door to your right opened and another greasy weirdo stepped through. This one complete with a stained white t-shirt. A click caught your attention and you turned back to your left. A third hillbilly nightmare stood in front of the exit, which he had just closed and locked. You turned your gaze back to hillbilly #1, who was smiling in a not so nice way.

You smirked at him, your eyes narrowed. “I suggest you let me and my Diet Coke be on our way, or else you’re not going to like what comes next.”

He guffawed in your face, his rank breath invading your nostrils. “Oh lil lady, I’ll enjoy it very much. But I don’t think you will.”

You sighed, and moved your Diet Coke to a safe location where it wouldn’t get knocked over. You hated flat Diet Coke.

A few minutes later, you walked outside, blinking in the bright blue sunlight. You twisted the cap off your drink, smiling happily as the soda hissed and fizzed at the crack of the seal, but didn’t erupt. You took a large gulp and sighed as the deliciousness flooded your taste buds. This was surely the best thing humans had ever invented.

It was then that you noticed the family of humans standing by the beat-up old minivan, gaping at you with their mouths open. You looked down at your body and saw that you were covered head to toe in blood. You looked back up at the family and smiled your most non-threatening smile.

“Sorry. Papercut. As you can see, it bled a lot. We’re going to be closed while we clean up.” You said.

The family piled back into the minivan quickly and pealed out of the parking lot. You sighed, knowing that they were probably already on the phone with the cops. You did not want to be here when they showed up.

You changed into a spare set of clothes from your suitcase in the trunk, and sped out of the parking lot. You led a transient lifestyle, and always had multiple sets of spare clothes on you. You were almost to the next city when you felt something you hadn’t felt in a thousands of years…someone was praying to you.

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I am sure this has been addressed before but I am rewatching with my sister and we have gotten to season 8... she was wondering why Dean was so mad at Sam for not looking for him and doing the normal life thing when Dean moved in with Lisa and did the normal life thing when Sam went to hell at the end of 5. I couldn't really come up with a satisfying answer for her.. what are your thoughts? Sorry I am sure you have written about this before.

Hi hi! And yeah, this has been talked about plenty before. There’s a few distinct yet vitally important differences between Dean’s situation during his “year at Lisa’s” and Sam’s year basically running away from… everything.

First off, before he said yes to Lucifer in 5.22, Sam extracted this promise from Dean:

SAM: This thing goes our way and I…Triple Lindy into that box… y-you know I’m not coming back.DEAN: Yeah, I’m aware.SAM: So you got to promise me something.DEAN: Okay. Yeah. Anything.SAM: You got to promise not to try to bring me back.DEAN: What? No, I didn’t sign up for that.SAM: Dean –DEAN: Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want me just to sit by and do nothing?SAM: Once the Cage is shut, you can’t go poking at it, Dean. It’s too risky.DEAN: No, no, no, no, no. As if I’m just gonna let you rot in there.SAM: Yeah, you are. You don’t have a choice.DEAN: You can’t ask me to do this.SAM: I’m sorry, Dean. You have to.DEAN: So then what am I supposed to do?SAM: You go find Lisa. You pray to god she’s dumb enough to take you in, and you – you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean. Promise me.

A double-pronged promise, and we know for a FACT that Dean did not honor one half of that promise. I think the only reason he stayed with Lisa as long as he did was because it was the only half of that promise he COULD fulfill… but in 6.01:

Dean: Good for who? I showed up on their doorstep half out of my head with grief. God knows why they even let me in. I drank too much. I had nightmares. I looked everywhere. I collected hundreds of books, trying to find anything to bust you out.Sam: You promised you’d leave it alone.Dean: Of course I didn’t leave it alone! Sue me! A damn year? You couldn’t put me out of my misery?

So even though he was MISERABLE at Lisa’s, he coped by collecting “hundreds of books,” i.e. DOING TONS AND TONS OF RESEARCH, trying to figure a way to get Sam out of the cage.

And Sam, being soulless at the time, actually believed that Dean wouldn’t have broken that idiotic promise (which, according to that long quote from 5.22 above, he never technically promised, but rather talked his way around and changed the subject…)

But as far as Dean knew after 5.22, Cas was up playing Sheriff in Heaven and getting all that nonsense under control (and surely if there was anything to worry about, Cas would’ve let Dean know). Bobby was still hunting as per usual (and surely if there was anything to worry about, Bobby would’ve let Dean know). >.>

(Basically Dean had NO IDEA how catastrophically wrong things were before the djinn showed up at his house in 6.01, partly because Sam had also made Bobby promise not to tell Dean that he was “back.” And Bobby honored that promise… And Cas (as we learned eventually in 6.20) had signed on to work with Crowley in order not to make Dean break that promise to live an apple pie life with Lisa, because Cas was trying to protect Dean after everything he’d already sacrificed… and yikes all of that just went so catastrophically wrong anyway…)

Now, after 7.23, Crowley grabs up Kevin and refuses to tell Sam anything about what may have happened to Cas and Dean, telling Sam that he’s entirely on his own now. Dean never asked Sam to go off and have a normal happy life should anything happen to him. And there’s a couple things about this that really bother me…

I mean, yeah, Sam had NO IDEA what happened to Dean and Cas. But instead of even trying to figure it out, he took the Impala and ran for it. Basically drifted through life for a while until he ended up at that motel in Texas where he met someone else drifting just as much as he was. Amelia was a hell of a lot more open with him than he was with her, but they both had their baggage. Just like with Jess at Stanford, Sam never told Amelia anything about his “family business.”

But Sam had leads he COULD’VE explored… and one of the things Sam let slide during that year that was most personally upsetting to me, and which likely could’ve led Sam to at least an IDEA of what had happened to Dean and Cas: Kevin.

Sam “ditched the phones,” and quit hunting. Kevin, meanwhile, spent MONTHS desperately trying to contact Sam and Dean after escaping Crowley and going on the run.

DEAN: He was our responsibility. [He tosses the phone at SAM’s chest.] And you couldn’t answer the damn phone.

All the while, if there had been ONE PERSON ON THE ENTIRE PLANET who may have been able to make an accurate assessment of what had happened to Dean and Cas, it was probably Kevin. He’d translated the leviathan tablet, after all. And Sam had even bailed on looking for him, even knowing that Crowley was likely… treating Kevin rather poorly, at the very least.

And I mean, I kinda get it from Sam’s POV (Nothing says family like the whole family being dead…), and the last time Dean “died” and Sam had KNOWN where he was, he really went to Bad Places™ in the hunt to either get Dean back or to get revenge on Lilith for killing him. I really do understand why he ran after 7.23, when you look at it from that perspective…

But wow. He was in deep denial about his entire life’s history for most of that year. Living with Amelia was sort of this soft-focus (which was even the camera effect they used for a number of the flashbacks to his time with her) not-really-real time in his life. Like one long dissociative episode. Sam was Not In A Good Place.

Meanwhile, Dean came back from his year in “God’s armpit” with a very different experience. It was all TOO real for him.

SAM: Look, I’m still the same guy, Dean.DEAN: Well, bully for you. I’m not.

So Dean had just spent the better part of a year desperately searching for Cas, because it was all he could do. He refused to leave Purgatory without Cas, and then right at the last second, just as he was escaping through the portal… Cas refused to go with him… Ouch.

Dean “failed” at saving Cas after that year of horror and 360 degree combat, but Sam failed to even try to save him. He just hopped in the car and drove away like he could just forget everything about his life up to that point, while Dean was trapped in a place where the monsters never stopped coming at him.

I guess if I were Dean I’d be a little bitter about that too…

eta: a couple of excellent links to old meta on the subject, dug up by detective mel:

http://quarterclever.tumblr.com/post/50687433626/the-winchester-brothers-on-failure-vs-quitting (part 1: Sam)

http://quarterclever.tumblr.com/post/51539952104/the-winchester-brothers-on-failure-vs-quitting (part 2: Dean)

http://zimshan.livejournal.com/248857.html (don’t worry, Mel and I already spent five minutes cursing photobucket, but the meta is still solid despite the lack of images)

#spn 7.23 #spn 8.01 #spn 5.22 #spn 6.01 #Anonymous #sam sympathizes and dean empathizes #detective mel

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10 Hilarious Supernatural Monster Memes Only True Fans Understand

The smash-hit TV show Supernatural has been on since the year 2005. Which is longer than some teenagers have been alive. Supernatural has literally existed for a longer time than the network that it airs on has existed (at this point it's obviously the only remaining holdover from The WB network). Obviously over the course of 14 going on 15 seasons, Supernatural has built up a massive fan base, and it's long-lasting stories and characters have inspired a lot of amazing and hilarious fan works.

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Fan works are an essential part of any fandom, and any genre TV show or movie worth its salt (pun intended) will have a pretty solid body of fanfiction built up after years of success and growth. Supernatural can definitely count itself among those kinds of TV shows, and while every fan creation deserves its accolades, we're personally big supporters of memes. So here are 10 of Supernatural's best.

10 Negan Defeated

Anyone who watches The Walking Dead knows that Negan is the worst dude to ever show up on the block, but it should come as no surprise that Supernatural manages to one-up that badness. Negan is a nightmare, but he's nothing in comparison to the literal devil.

Lucifer has always managed to keep himself quite busy in the world of Supernatural. There has been a lot of bloodshed in Lucifer's quest to rise from hell, and while losing Glenn and Abraham was brutal, it's pretty tough to compete with Lucifer killing Castiel and Bobby Singer back to back.

9 You're Better Than Hogwarts, Bobby

Bobby Singer just can't get any respect. Sam and Dean are indisputably the best demon hunters of all time, but the buck really stops with Bobby. He's expected to be able to match Sam and Dean in his monster-fighting skills and he's expected to be a living, breathing monster encyclopedia, and somehow he manages to actually succeed on both fronts.

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Whenever the boys run into trouble, Bobby is the first person who they call; on the rare occasions that Bobby doesn't have the answers, there really isn't any place else he can go for assistance, although a wizarding school would be convenient.

8 Especially Crowley

How is it that Sam and Dean miraculously manage to be total geniuses and complete idiots when it comes to all things supernatural. To be fair, pretty much every time that Sam and Dean turn to a supernatural creature for assistance, it's because they feel like they have no other choice.

That said, in nearly every instance, they wind up coming up the losers in the situation. At some point, you'd think they'd catch on and stop rethreading this path. Crowley may be a demon, but at least he can honestly reflect upon his own trustworthiness.

7 John Winchester's Dream Job

John Winchester earned his reputation as one of the greatest demon hunters to ever live. But John Winchester is also, to be frank, a crazy person. He might not quite be Negan, but he is only a stone's throw away from him.

Negan's wife's death drove him to spend every waking moment gleefully killing mindless zombies, does that sound familiar? John isn't a sociopath but he is nuts, and while the world may be a better place for all of the monsters that he's killed, he is still a pretty messy dude.

6 It's Funny Cause It's True

It is hard to tell which one has a more negative effect on the Winchester brothers, honestly. On the one hand, demons are not expected to be nice or pleasant, but most people don't expect their dad to be constantly ditching them in favor of said demons.

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John raised two kids who are absolutely incredible at their jobs, but that might be more in spite of what he did than because of it. However, as actual human beings, Sam and Dean are profoundly disturbed and damaged individuals. The demonic possession thing was kind of inevitable, but John could have relaxed just a little more as a dad.

5 The Family That Hunts Together...

...dies together, unfortunately. Or actually they die brutally and alone more often than not. The Winchester-Campbell family business is an unforgiving one, and no one in the squad is left alive in the end. Unlike most of their family members, Sam and Dean have both been blessed (or cursed, depending on your attitude about it) with the chance to die and come back over and over again.

But it's easy to see why so many of this clan tries to find comfort in the bottom of a bottle or through a deal with a demon. After all, their day-to-day lives aren't exactly filled with hope.

4 A Barrel Of Laughs

There already exists an episode of Supernatural that partially takes place in a sitcom, so this is not that farfetched. Despite Supernatural taking its main story seriously, the show has always found ways to make evil funny. And not to be too presumptuous with these suggestions, but why exactly can't we have an episode of Supernatural where Bobby, Cas, and Crowley have to make some awkwardly tight living arrangements work together?

Or even better, an episode of Supernatural where Castiel and Lucifer get to explore their damaged brotherly relationship while a canned laugh track punctuates the punchlines? It's not any weirder than the average Supernatural episode.

3 Lazarus Rising, Repeatedly

Well after you've died and come back from the dead so many times, you've kind of already beaten death at its own game. Furthermore, if death is a literal flesh and blood monster (kind of?) and you're the greatest hunters to ever live, then death can be killed.

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Dean's accomplishments when it comes to destroying monsters, angels, and everything in between is second to none, but even death didn't see his own ganking coming. Death made a deal with Dean that involved killing Sam, and shock of all shocks, Dean didn't want to go through with it. Ironically death kind of signed his own death warrant.

2 Meme Crossover

While Gordon Ramsay might often react angrily to meals that are not up to his standards, at least, overly salty food still provides some benefit to society. Also, using food as the method of transportation for salt is sneaky!

Sam and Dean traditionally use bagged salt for all of their salty needs, as it is hard to find salt in any greater bulk and they certainly go through a lot of it. However, if you're walking around with an overly seasoned ham sandwich and just slap an offending demon across the face with it, they're never going to see that move coming!

1 A Real-Life Trap

The Australians have come to save us. If you want to trap a demon then a devil's trap is just the ticket, but actually leading said demons into those traps isn't always the easiest. Demons are natural sneakers, and even an idiot knows how to dodge obvious traps. Modern problems require modern solutions; thankfully, Outback Steakhouse seems to be ready and willing to provide those solutions.

Anyone who has set foot in a Walmart Supercenter wouldn't even be able to tell the difference if that place was filled up with demons.

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Chained By Sweet Hungover Rhythms

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Prompts: “It’s 8:30, i have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” (Dialogue Prompt) Chained To The Rhythm by Katy Perry (Song Prompt)

this is dedicated to the wonderful person who put this lovely idea together and inspired me to write this lovely piece @thing-you-do-with-that-thing may you enjoy this as much as i did writing it

Plot: Based in Season 11 ep 9 we find a distracted Dean who with his brother Sam decides to investigate the murder of a preacher they think it could be connected to Amara but Dean goes into the morgue to look at the body and runs into our reader who he had hooked up with 3 years prior... what starts as something innocent soon discovers as something that was ready to be more but didnt cause they had their memories erased and only now do they get them back and thus also getting eachother back... But how long will that last??????

A/N: this is written specifically for week 1 of the Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 this contains a few of my own twists to the in between points of this episode so bare with me for this crazy adventure... hope you guys enjoy it if so give it a love tap and a few comments would be most appreciated... :)

Never once had either of you thought things would end, but that night it did for a Jinn hunt gone wrong 2 lovers seperated for they were so sure it could have been more..

“Dean don’t the floor its rigged to blow... i know you came all this way to save me but save yourself, save your brother get out of here...” Dean looked around and got knocked over by a jinn hitting him on the head your name falling from his lips in a slow breath; shortly after that you screamed Dean’s name as that same jinn knocked you over the head as well, then everything to them felt as though their bodies were being dragged off...

they both woke in the hospital a few days later with no memory of who eachother was nor what happened. they were released only hours later after a few tests and talking to the doctors but still felt like they were missing something, they felt like something had been torn away from them.

no one expected this to last no one had wanted them to do this hunt, they exited the hospital only to discover there wasnt any shortage of space for they bumped into eachother exiting the hospital you got knocked off your balance but apoligizing to eachother Dean strode off with his brother Sam towards the impala and you towards a taxi which would take you to the nearest bus depot.

over time the reader & Dean have emerced themselves in hunting full time no questions comments concerns or anything, they were trying to find someway to fill the void the emptiness within their own hearts, the void that was created when the jinn wiped their memories of eachother.

for together they were stronger, but you seperate them you kill their strength and you show them what its like to be truly weakened by your own emotions.

It is said some lives are linked across time and space. Connected by an ancient calling that echoes throughout the ages. something that is older than fate herself. you and Dean had always been connected by Destiny. for it would be another 3 years before you would see eachother again.

----------3 YEARS LATER----------

amara is slaughtering preachers in search of a way to get in touch with her wayword brother God, Sam and Dean meet with crowley who didnt believe Dean at first when he told him about how if Amara were to unleash her full power that not even crowley the king of hell would be safe.

crowley then tells the boys that there may be a way for Sam to meet with Lucifer, but that they would need to neutralize Lucifer`s power. Upon their discovery of that knowledge, Crowley continues to tell the boys that the only way to neutralize lucifers power is the need for certain spell work; which would come from the book of the damned, which they learn is in the book of the damned, which they find out is with Rowena.

the boys work with Rowena and Crowley to get everything ready while Dean catches wind of the murders being done by amara decides to leave Sam and rowena in the bunker to set up the spell while dean goes to investigate. Meanwhile, you are rolling into town the same time as Dean you both end up at the police station not acknowledging eachother at first until the sherif turns to acknowledge you noticing your badge he says, "well agent your partner is already inside the morgue come let me show you where it is.."

at this point you were very confused, you had no idea what kind of idiot boy scout you were dealing with but you were sure going to kick them in the ass if they screwed this up for you. you followed the sherif who let you into the morgue and you wlked in behind him, stopping slightly as you caught sight of the other 'badge' you immediately cleared your throat and gave him a small smile as he extended his hand to you, "agent dean macoy..."

you took his hand, "agent 'your first and last name' so your my new partner... from headquarters i assume... funny they didnt tell me you were coming in on this..." you said with a snarky attitude kinda not getting a good vibe from this guy. as he chuckled and began to show you the otopsy report you as the radio in there was going it was playing your favorite song,

"Turn it up, it's your favorite song Dance, dance, dance to the distortion Come on, turn it up, keep it on repeat Stumbling around like a wasted zombie Yeah, we think we're free Drink, this one is on me We're all chained to the rhythm To the rhythm To the rhythm"

you sang loud enough that your 'partner' could hear you, he then smiled and looked at you, "you know this song is like totally easy to strip to right?" you turned to him and chuckled, "whats the title if your a fan of this song for your own twisted reasons?" agent macoy chuckled and you could tell he liked your sass, "Chained to the rhythm by katy perry... im not an idiot i wasnt born yesterday sweetheart.. would you like to get a beer after work partner?"

you agreed and walked out of the station together and started talking you both discovered your interests were the same, you also discovered you were both staying at the same motel across town. you guys drove back playing leap frog on the road, upon their arrival back at the motel to discover that their rooms were beside eachother.

with a swift chuckle out of Dean he got out of his sweet looking 1967 Chevy Impala, coming to your drivers door and smiling as he opened the door helping you out of the car. you smiled as your hands lingered, your eyes locked onto eachother with the look of lust swelling across the seas making your heart beat faster in your chest.

Dean cleared his throat and walked you to your room and kissed your hand and smiled, "such nice soft hands for a hunter... how long you been in the life?" you smiled and sighed, "that is a story better left for the bar... meet by ur nice impala when we are cleaned up and done?" you say as you lean over and kiss his cheek the stubble off his chin tickling you.

"absolutely sweetheart..." dean smiled at you one more time before you both entered your rooms at the same time. you were relieved to remove your fed outfit, and now to find your perfect outfit to go to the bar in with Dean. you loved the way his name sounded but you wondered if that fed name was his actual name or his fake name.

considering he is a hunter too it wouldnt surprise you if that wasnt his real name so you called Garth and decided to check in, "your name whats the word on those church murders is it something heavenly or hellish???" you chuckled and smiled, "calm down Garth i met up with another hunter when i went to talk to the sherif. he has these green eyes that make my heart soar... we are actually going to grab some beers for some relax after our win at the police station."

Garth chuckled on the other end and you smiled as you zipped up your favorite mini jean skirt and put on your jet black tank top, "oooo your name gots a date your name gots a date... i want a full report on it within the fortnight..."

that made you laugh as you tried to do up your leather boot, "of course Garth i gotta go ill call you tomorrow.." you hung up the phone and laughed grabbing your holister and tucking it under your right boot and tucking ur gun in there and then you grabbed your brand new leather jacket (cause your other one had been shredded by a werewolf a while back).

you made sure you had your phone but left your pager in the room and obviously had your ID and your wallet you werent sure where this night was going but it was looking good so far. you made sure your room key was in your wallet and then you exited the motel room. you looked up to see Dean, looking ravenously hot leaning on the hood of his sleak black 1967 Impala.

"well well well she cleans up good for a huntress... perfect to match my hunter... wouldnt you agree..." Dean said as he strode towards you, making you smile, "Dean when i checked in with my friend he mentioned to me that i should have started dating years ago... not saying you know i dont actually know if this is a date or not but he said he wants a full report within a fortnight..."

Dean laughs as he opens the passenger door to his 1967 Impala and lets you inside. the leather interior cool against ur skin but u didnt care, things at that moment just seemed to feel normal like it had all happened before. Dean closed the door when you were safely inside and he crawled in on his side. he stuck the key in the ignition and your face lit up happily as the engine purred to life, you smiled as led zepplin or metalica or whoever it was blasted thru the radio you didnt know why but it made you all warm and fuzzy inside.

like something out of a dream or a movie, something that made your heart skip a few beats till he reached and took your hand in his and your heart stopped slightly as you turned slightly to look in his eyes, "this is gonna sound crazy but i feel like i already knew you before today... i'm sorry if that sounds crazy but its just how im feeling."

Dean tightened his hold on your hand for the fear he had in his stomach was far too great, "no no no 'your name' dont ever think anything sounds crazy for infact i feel the same way... but why would we both be feeling like this i mean it cant possibly be the fact that... no no no there wasnt anyone with me on that hunt and plus i think i would remember...."

you looked at his now very confused, confused as to what he was talking about you took a sigh and you smiled lightly, "remember what dean?? whats going on???" you asked now slightly worried that dean might have... "yourname dont walk out on me please i dont want to loose you after i say what i am going to i fear i might..."

you reached out and touched his cheek lightly feeling his stubble run across your palm, "im not going anywhere dean i promise.." Dean breathed in and sighed, "about 3 years ago to this day i woke up in a hospital and my brother said i had been attacked by a jinn with no major injuries but he also mentioned someone else had been found where i had been found too but why would he mention that to me if not for me to question eventually he ignored me on it and everyday since ive had to live with the feeling like im missing something."

at that moment it occured to you that a similar thing had happened to you about 3 years to date, "it doesnt sound horrible actually something similar happened to me about 3 years ago too except i dont know what happened doctor said that i came in with brusing and a small concussion and a sprained shoulder but was also knocked out from the time i was brought in till 2 days later and that i wasnt the only one brought in too... same sitchuation what the hell is going on???"

Dean at that moment had an idea, he knew it was gonna be a long shot but it was their best chance possibly at finding out more about what this all means and what actually happened... dean then turned to the window and turned off the car as a smile crossed his face. he got out of the car and came over to your side and smiled as he twirled you closing the door and walking with you into his motel room, "just relax 'yourname' im not gonna get freaky but we are gonna get some answers... Castiel if you got your ears on get your feathery ass down here we need answers and we need them now"

at that moment a small woosh, suddenly a man in a trenchcoat was standing across from you and dean. now dean who now got up and sighed, "cas we need help something happened to us and made us not able to remember all the details we need to know what happened and whether or not we are connected by something..."

"actually you are... Dean Winchester meet YourFirstandLastname and vise versa your story is one hella complex thing you already knew eachother but 3 years ago you were on a hunt together you had slept together and chased this cluster of jinn across america agreeing to meet in the middle for the final 2 but when you arrived together you were a couple and it had taken you guys 1 year and 7 months of working as a couple to get that far but along the way... well why dont i show you that very same day...."

Castiel came to you and dean and touched your foreheads showing you everything from that same 24 hours:

Dean stopping at a little jewelry store and getting an engagement ring,

you both showing up at the abandoned mental hospital where the jinn had set up shop,

Dean following your every move as you did his and you both killing the first jinn only before Dean getting hit really hard and passing out slightly and you getting taken by the second jinn,

dean getting up and scowering the entire facility but finding you tied to a chair in what he presumed to be the morgue but the floor had been booby trapped and dean getting clunked on the head,

saying your name as he passed out and then you screaming his name before you got clunked on the head and passed out both of you waking up in the same hospital, both of you walking out of the hospital and back to present day...

once Cas took his fingers off yours and Dean’s foreheads you both shook your heads from the sudden return of your memories and then Cas smiled,

"your parents were destined to have both of you exactly at the precise moments you were conceived and born because you are soulmates... your destined to be together written in the stars type thing. you both were destined for a greater purpose and for that i leave you to get back to your original states."

Castiel disappeared shortly after his statement, you got up and stood at the mirror in the bathroom sighing as you splashed some cool water across your facial features you looked at dean through the mirror. you smiled lightly as your head felt like it was about to explode, your memories changing and you started to giggle,

"after all this time i thought i was alone, i never imagined that coming here would not only let me figure out this case but allow me to find my soulmate. let alone finding out it is the famous Dean Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald talks about you all the time."

you said as you strode back to him slowly but hearing him chuckle was what made you look up at him, "Garth that’s your friend, Garth really why him why Garth... is that who wants you to report in..." you giggle as you trip over his napsack, landing in his lap, his arms tightening around you, "yourname i know that this has been just crazy, its been very crazy and we have been seperated for 3 years but right now we need to make things official they should have already been official but you need to accept my question now..."

you felt dean reach into the pocket of his leather jacket and then move himself out from beneath you, you watched him kneel on the ground in front of you,

"yourname i know that getting our memories back filled in alot of blanks but right now its just about us. so one very important question still needing to be answered, yourname will you become a Winchester and marry me in the process???"

you nodded as he slid the ring on your finger, "yes Dean although me becoming a Winchester means my family line is officially dead, oh well we were all ready a dead line, together we start something new cause we are all chained to the rhythm and we can turn it up cause its our favorite song and we will dance dance dance to the distortion..."

you kissed him pinning him to the bed between the giggles, laughing, beers, shirts flying, everything flying around the room the feeling of sensation and pleasure fill the bed your lives and the room.

-----THE NEXT MORNING-----

you woke up to your ringtone, "It is my desire Break down the walls to connect, inspire Ay, up in your high place, liars Time is ticking for the empire The truth they feed is feeble As so many times before They greed over the people They stumbling and fumbling And we're about to riot They woke up, they woke up the lions (Woo!)"

Dean stirred beside you and tightened his grip on your waist as you reached for your phone and groaned at the call display, "Garth, its 8:30 i’m hungover and you're annoying me with this call because..." Garth cleared his throat on the other end as you felt dean bury his face into the back of your neck as he groaned kissing your neck now sort of conscious his stubble drafting cross your neck, "well yourname how did the evening go..."

dean picked up on the fact that it was Garth you were talking to and he nodded for you to put this on speaker, "Garth you best have a good reason for disturbing me and my gorgeous fiance at this obscenely obnoxious hour of the morning." Dean kissed your lips softly as Garth gasped, "dean my man hows it going??? & yourname you didn’t tell me you were with Dean Winchester, nor the fact that you knew him i mean both of you... but how?????"

you smile as dean buries his lips into the crook of your neck and you giggle, "Garth, that`s a long story which i will tell you when we next do a meeting, but i plea you to spread word around amongst the hunters that Dean Winchester is getting married and formal invites will follow..."

you smiled as a light moan slipped from your lips and Garth cleared his throat, "well well well so whens the wedding????" dean then sighed, "bye Garth we will speak to you when we do..." dean then closed the call and hung up you only smiled and laughed it was the most amazing night ever.

-------- 1 year later---------

THE DAY HAD ARRIVED, the flowers everywhere, the bunker dun up in loads of twinkle lights, the hustle and bustle of Charlie and others rushing round, getting everything ready but mostly the annoyance of Sam and Charlie having you and Dean trapped away from eachother.

Charlie having you stuck in your old room & Sam having stuck Dean in what was soon to be your shared room but there was something that made today seem like something out of a dream.

thru text tho you and dean were able to exchange i love you's and chit chat while you both were prodded and poked and dressed and such by Charlie and Sam. everyone was having fun but as the music started you started to get nervous...

you and dean were allowed to call only once both of you were ready, "Dean i don`t know if its just me but now wearing this dress and these stupid heels, i suddenly am nervous to do this in front of all these people..."

"don`t stress sweetheart just think we will be legal after this.. trust me we have been chained into the same rhythm for a long time and today is my favorite day cause today i get tied to the woman who has made me a better man... i`ll see you out there babe..." Dean said as Sam and Charlie both entered your quarters and announced it was time and took your phones away hanging them up...

you breathed in and smiled as you heard the intro to your favorite song and you started to sing along, "Are we crazy? Living our lives through a lens Trapped in our white picket fence Like ornaments..."

as you were led from your room down the hall which now had a red carpet and still yet you continued to sing but once you entered the main hall you were stopped by Sam who had volunteered to walk you down the aisle even tho technically he was also the best man but he was the closest person to do the job and you wouldn`t have it another way.

you walked over to Sam who hugged you and congratulated you before linking your arm in his and the chorus started and everyone rose as Castiel said, "all rise for the entry of the bride..." at which point you started down the aisle with Sam and as soon as you locked eyes with dean you were sure you would fall but you knew that wouldn't happen as long as you lived with these fantastic people.

it was here finally as Sam placed your hand in deans and took his place beside his brother you smiled as you and dean approached Cas who smiled,

"ladies gentlemen friends family it gives me the extreme honor of marrying Dean Winchester and YourFirst&LastName, these 2 people have been through so much being hunters, this life is never easy but when things get tough the tough stay strong for it is the strength of family and friends that gets us through this rough life. now as dean and yourname have opted for saying the short and sweet versions of their vows i would like to invite them to do so now..."

dean straightened up and smiled,

"yourname i know we have been through so much but now we never have to be alone again you have a home with me and Sam and everyone here we know how this life is especially for someone who had no one else who searched for so long we know that nothing is easy, but everything comes with a price, you paid that price when you started hunting you killed the thing that took your family from you.. but it was your courage and thrill of the hunt that brought you to me, now we never have to be apart again. i love you yourname and i`m happy your mine..."

you smiled and sniffled slightly as you sighed,

"Dean your right you always are no matter what anyone says, i know we shouldn`t have taken our time together the first time for granted but loosing you and yet still ever worse loosing my memory of you has made me a better person a stronger hunter and as you said the huntress to your hunter. i`m proud to on this day become your wife and i only regret not stabbing that stupid memory stealing jinn when i had the chance... i know i`ve said it before but i wasn`t kidding you make me happy you are not useless you are my superman and i wouldn`t want anyone else... i love you dean and i cant wait to see where life will take us..."

Cas cleared his throat as Charlie and Sam handed off the rings which were immediately placed allowing Cas to continue,

"and so by the power vested within me by the laws of heaven and earth i hereby finally pronounce you husband and wife, dean you may kiss your bride"

Dean was familiar with that part he wrapped his arms around your waist and dipped you kissing you passionately earning claps awes and ooos from the crowd as the song finished,

"It goes on, and on, and on 'Cause we're all chained to the rhythm"

#SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 SPN HWC - WEEK 1

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He’s a Monster....Does it Matter? Ch 1: Bar Encounter.

Hello guys! Since the finale I’ve been wanting to write and Crowley fic and I have finally done it! There’s a few things to take note of before you read it though.

This is Crowley centric with two-three OCS. Sam, Dean, and maybe Cas will show up at some point but not for a while. It’s mainly just myself, Lexi, and my best friend and her boyfriend, Faith and Kevin.

That said, for this story to work, we are all 22 years old. I believe Kevin is already 22 now but I’m almost 20 and Faith will be 20 at the end of the year so I aged us up 2 years for things to work out.

For reference about my dog, I did have a dog named Coco but we put her down two years ago at 15 years old due to old age. So imagine a small brown Pit Bull type mutt with a black muzzle and white on her chest and paws. She is around 40-50 pounds and still small enough to pick up and hold.

Another thing to note is that I rarely update stories that I post on Tumblr. I will always update things on my FF.Net and Wattpad both of which are the same as my user on here. So it’s best to follow me on one of those two. If not, I might try and update it consistently here and on my AO3 DemonPirate13.

Also, this takes place towards the beginning of season 12. And basically all throughout it. Finally, the title is also meant to be two people talking. That being, Faith saying the first part while I’m saying the second. More or less inspired by the lyrics in the song Monster by Dev.

I think that’s about it for now. Enjoy! Short chapters for a while but I promise I have a lot planned out already and it’ll only get better!

He’s Not Human… …Does it Matter?

Chapter 1 - Bar Encounter

Faith and I stood at the grave of the body we had just salt and burned. There was a haunting going on here in Virginia so we came down and took care of things. Turns out, a crazy mother murdered her kids and kept killing the kids that moved in with their families afterwards, trapping them all in that house until we arrived and has since freed them.

However, we decided to wait a day just to be sure. So once we got back into our car, we drove to a bar to hang out for the rest of the night.

“This was a surprisingly easy case.” Faith said as we got our beers.

“Usually ghosts are pretty easy.” I shrugged. “It’s werewolves, vampires, and others that are usually tough. But we can take them.”

“Don’t get cocky on me now.” Faith chuckled.

“Yeah. Yeah…” I chuckled too. “Anyway, I’m ready to go home for a bit once we know for sure that ghost is gone.” I took a sip of my beer.

“I am too. I miss Kevin and my cats.” Faith agreed. “And I know you miss Coco and don’t like being away from her in her old age.”

“But I have to since it’s our job.” I replied kind of sadly. “As long as I don’t get a call from Kevin that involves her I’m happy.”

“Speaking of Kevin, I’m going to head out and call him. Give him a update on the case.” Faith said getting up.

“Sounds good.” I nodded and watched her leave the building.

“Will she be back?” The bartender asked coming up to me.

“She will.” I gave another nod. “Just stepped outside for a phone call.”

“Okay.” He nodded back and went back to doing his work.

I took another sip of my beer, and decided to get on my phone to waste some time until Faith got back.

“Hello, darling.” A British sounding voice said behind me after a few minutes of playing a game.

Shutting my phone off but keeping it under my hand, I turned to face him as he stepped forward and sat down on my left as Faith was sitting on my right side.

I looked the man up and down, making sure not to let my guard down. He was definitely a few decades older than me and had a beard. Then there was how he was wearing a expensive black suit. Now why would someone with something that expensive be out here at a cheap bar like this one?

When he was sitting down and much closer to me, I noticed that he had green eyes and brown hair. As I was making mental notes of his looks, I decided to respond.

“Hello.” I replied back, deciding to be polite.

“Are you alone or is someone sitting there.” He pointed to the seat next to me where Faith’s beer was still at.

“She’ll be back.” I said, glancing at the seat before looking back to him.

“Ah good. Never know what could happen to a young lady like yourself when alone at the bar.” The man replied.

“I can take care of myself.” I shrugged.

“Wasn’t implying that you couldn’t considering how you have a gun on your hip.” He gave a smug smile.

“Can I get you something, sir?” The bartender from before came back.

“Some whiskey would be great.” The man replied.

“Coming right up.” The bartender said and walked away to get it.

“So,” He started, “What brings you here?”

“Just traveling with my friend. We plan on heading back home tomorrow.”

“Ah. So you aren’t from here?” He asked and I shook my head. “What luck, neither am I. I guess you can say I’m traveling too.”

“That’s cool.” I replied, taking a sip.

“You look pretty young. Are you sure you can drink?” He kept his smug smirk.

“I’m 22 years old.” I confirmed. “Plus, the bartenders could lose their jobs if they gave alcohol to minors.”

“Fair enough.” He shrugged and took a sip of his drink that the bartender had brought out a few moments ago.

There was a few moments of silence so I decided to check my phone for the time and act like I was doing something productive on it.

“You mentioned you were here traveling….just for fun or for a actual reason?” The guy decided to ask.

“For fun.” I replied back. “I love traveling. It’s something I’ve done all my life.” Well, that wasn’t a lie. “My friend and I decided to get up and leave for a few days long trip and ended up here.”

“Having fun?” He asked and I nodded.

He got up a little bit and I tensed. I wasn’t in much of a mood to deal with creeps at a bar or shoot some human for that matter.

“Relax. You don’t need to be so tensed. I was just getting my phone out. See?” The stranger showed it to me and I allowed myself to relax a little.

“Why wouldn’t I be tensed? After all, you’re the one that mentioned not knowing what could happen to someone like me.” I replied, moving my attention to my beer.

“True.” He shrugged.

“What are you doing here?” I looked back to him and into his eyes.

“Traveling. I was dealing with some things and needed to get away for a drink so I came here.” The man replied.

“Oh. Do you normally strike up conversations with random girls at bars?” I decided to let my sass out a bit.

“Oooh. Didn’t realize you had some snark in you.”

“You going to answer?” I looked away from his eyes, that made me feel like I was hypnotized.

“No I don’t. Just saw you were alone and felt maybe you needed someone to talk to.” He replied back.

“I suppose I did.” I said truthfully. God knows how long Faith would be outside for anyway. “Did you also need someone to talk to?”

“In a way, yes.” He admitted. “Better to talk to someone alone than try to mingle with a group of people. Though I rather like being alone.”

“Honestly, I do too.” I also admitted. “I don’t do crowds. Not only do I not like being around that many people but I have claustrophobia too.”

“It’s also better to handle things on your own too.” He said and I nodded.

“Yeah I suppose it is.” I replied back and noticed my beer was about empty now. Shit. Didn’t realize how fast I was drinking it. At least my…I glanced down at my hand and noticed I was picking at my fingernails. Something I usually only do when I’m nervous or stressed.

“Excuse me.” I stopped a bartender. “Can I have another beer?”

“Sure.” He nodded and went to get it.

“Thanks.” I said as he handed it to me.

“I can’t help but notice you’re less tense now.” The man said, bringing my attention back to him, before taking a sip of his drink.

“Probably because I allowed myself to relax a bit and will let my real sassy and sarcastic self out when I become comfortable around people.” I said.

“Ah, it’s fun being full of sarcasm and sass isn’t it?” He winked.

“Yes.” I smirked, as I started to finish my original beer. “Yes it is. Are you full of it too?”

“I am.” He nodded. “Beautiful night, isn’t it, love?”

Love. Darling. This guy can make anyone’s knees weak with his accent alone. I smiled to myself before mentally slapping myself in the face and turning back to him.

This time I felt weird. I wasn’t as tense as I was. Nor was I keeping my guard up. A sweat suddenly went down my back and I got the chills.

“Cold?” He asked.

“No. Just the chills.” I replied back, feeling myself get lost in his eyes again.

‘You stop it, Lexi.’ I thought to myself. ‘Don’t go falling in love with random ass guys in bars that are clearly much older than you’

“Lexi.” I thought I heard Faith say. “Lexi.” She said again, only closer.

“Hmm?” I hummed, finally snapping out of it and looking away from the man that it seemed like I was having a staring contest with.

“Everything alright?” She asked as she sat back down beside me.

“Y-Yeah.” I stuttered by accident. “Couldn’t be better.”

“I’ll see you later, darling.” The stranger grabbed his drink and headed to the other side of the bar.

Why did he have to call me it again? I could feel more sweat go down my back. Finishing my original beer completely, I grabbed my new one and I almost chugged it had Faith not stopped me first.

“Geez. What did I miss?” She asked, taking the bottle and putting it down.

“I…I really don’t know.” I replied.

What did happen? One minute I was watching my own back and keeping my guard up. Next thing I know, I’m lost in his eyes and accent. My guard had dropped and I just felt myself become nervous…almost like a…

“No.” I said to myself, shaking my head and closing my eyes.

“’No’ what?” Faith asked, confused.

“I need my spinner.” I showed her my fingernails. “I also really need to get another and keep it in the car.”

“We can try and find another tomorrow on the way home at gas stations or pharmacies. Why do you seem….oh…” Did she realize it? I mean, she is my best friend so she’ll know if-”…You got a crush on him, don’t you.” I gave a small growl and stared at her.

“That’s it isn’t it?” She smiled, knowing she was right. “You got a crush on someone!”

“Doesn’t exactly help it was at a bar.” I replied, looking around for him but couldn’t find him.

“What’s him name?” Faith asked.

“You did notice how much older he seemed right?” I asked, bringing my attention back to her.

“Yeah but you’re both of legal age so it shouldn’t matter.” She said and I gave a small shrug after a moment of thinking about that. “So…“ She continued. “What’s his name?”

“I…” I then realized that I never even asked. “I don’t know.”

“You didn’t ask?” Faith questioned.

“He didn’t ask me either.” I informed her.

“Want to try and find him and ask?” Faith asked, seemingly too happy about my crush that isn’t a crush.

“No.” I stated.

“Come on!” Faith begged.

“How’s Kevin, the dog, and cats doing?” I decided to change the subject.

“Don’t just change the subject!” Faith laughed. “They’re doing great! Coco can’t wait to see you.”

“I can’t wait to see her.” I replied.

“So about that guy.” Faith said.

“Faith.” I stated again.

“What was he like?”

“Faith.” I said again.

“Did he have a accent? It sounded like it to me!” Faith said and I just growled again and drunk my beer. This was going to be a very long night…

#Supernatural #Crowley #Mark Sheppard #OCs #King of Hell

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Road Trip, Chptr 1

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,087

Warnings: light smut

Summary: Reader wants to give Dean a road trip he will never forget.

Authors Notes: The primary focus of my blogs are always Crowley. I try to keep it very specific to my main man. However, after talking to my best friend about last week’s episode, she reminded me what a Dean girl I was the first four seasons. This idea evolved and I just really want to write this. So, Crowley fans just see me through this Dean respite and I will return to writing about our king soon.

When Dean told you about his confrontation with Mary you were heart broken. It was bad enough she was working with the British Men of Letters but, the whole episode brought back memories of Dean’s childhood or rather lack thereof.

Your relationship with Dean was new only a few months old. However, you were already in love. A secret you kept to yourself for fear it would run him off.

Dean was sulky and brooding a lot of the time. He could be judgemental as well which drove you crazy. But, he could also be funny, romantic, soft, and tender. You knew he was apprehensive about a long term relationship. Such a possibility never really existed in his life. You knew you had to go at a snail’s pace if this was going to last.

You just wanted to give him everything he never had. Looking over at him stretched across the bed you had an idea. You jumped to your feet, crawled on the bed, and straddled his hips. “Dean, I think you need a break. “ You say running your hands across his chest. “ Let’s take a road trip, I already have it mapped out in my mind.”

Dean looked up at you, running his hands up and down your arms. His touch so light it tickled your bare skin. “I don’t know sweetheart. We have made no progress on finding Lucifer’s baby. Mary has herself all caught up…”

You lean over and quite Dean with a soft and slow kiss. “I’m not talking about saving the world or your Mother. I’m talking about you and me alone for a few days having fun. Sammy can hold the fort down.”

Dean stared at you with his mossy green eyes. You loved to look into them. You loved the freckles that fell under them and across the bridge of his nose. Unable to control yourself, you bent over and made a trail of soft kisses across his face trying to hit every freckle. Dean laughed, “You know that tickles right?”

Dean reached up and ran his hand over your hair, pulling you close to him he gave you a kiss that melted you to the core. “ I think a trip is a good idea as long as we take baby and I get to control the radio. None of that whiny country crap or pop junk you listen to.”

You smiled oh, so that’s how it is going to be. Maybe, I have a few stipulations you said, raising up and repositioning yourself across him. He grabbed at your hips smiling,” Do tell, what would they be?”

“Number one, I plan the activities and you don’t complain. Number two, we don’t eat hamburgers every day. Number three, you don’t obsess over Sammy, Mary, Cas, Lucifer, Crowley, or anything that is beyond your control. I want your full attention.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow, you drive a hard bargain. That’s a lot of change for me in one day.” “I know but, I promise you it will be worth it. Just trust me.” You were waiting for a response as he stared into your eyes. You took in a deep breath, because it began to look like he was going to back out. Then you saw a glint in his eye and a smile form at the corner of his mouth. Without warning Dean flipped you over onto your back pressing himself against you.

“It’s a deal but, I think we should seal it the Crowley way with a kiss.” You laughed and began tugging at his belt. “ Oh, my contracts are way better than Crowley’s. Besides just a kiss from you would never do. I want all of you Dean.” You kiss him while biting at his lower lip. “I need you, all of you.” You say helping to remove his flannel shirt. “I hope you need me too.”

Dean was tearing at your clothes. His mind was registering every word you said. He wasn’t sure what was burning more for you his heart or his erection. He thought for a moment that this could be dangerous the way he was starting to feel for you. Maybe he should stop and back away but, his heart wouldn’t let him. He wanted you and he would have you.

The softness of your skin against him was the most wonderful thing he had ever felt. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he kissed every inch of you. His kisses were rough and hungry downright feral. He found himself entering you without much foreplay just because he needed you so badly.

You had no complaints, arching your back and rolling your hips to meet the rhythm of each powerful thrust. Your fingers were laced through the back of his hair, pulling him closer to you. Your groans became louder the closer you came to climaxing.

“That’s it baby, that’s what I like to hear.”

“Dean harder, you whispered your eyes partly closed.” He immediately began thrusting harder and faster.

“You make me crazy”, he managed to say his breathing heavy and labored.Your moans became screams as your body tightened with full orgasm. Dean thrust into you one last time, falling forward he bit at your shoulder muffling his own scream as he filled you with his warm release.

The sting of the bite caused you to climax again. Closing your eyes, you bit your lip as your body shuddered. You could feel the full weight of Dean’s body as he lay across you. You began to stroke the top of his head.“Thank you Dean, that was amazing.”

His warm breathe danced on your skin as he softly said, “No you’re amazing.”

You giggled, “I do believe you did most of the work.”

Dean pulled himself up, gently rolling off of you and onto his side. Smiling at you he said, “You have a way of motivating me. Now come over here.”

You laid on Dean’s outstretched arm. Listening to the pounding of his heart . ”Dean what are you thinking about?”

“You, Me, and the road trip. I’ve never had a road trip that didn’t end in blood and monsters. I’m kind of excited.”

You smiled to yourself. “Me too, I promise no blood and monsters.”

Dean rolled his body slightly and pulled you into a deeper embrace. “Let’s get some sleep, I bet we have a long drive ahead of us.”

“Yes, we do.” You said as the steady and rhythmic moving of his chest lulled you to sleep.

#dean winchester #supernatural #spn

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Love Hurts: Part 2

Cas x Reader

1100 Words

Summary: Set is Season 8, the Reader is in love with Cas, but he’s being brainwashed by Naomi. While looking for Lucifer’s crypt’s, Cas attempts to kill the Reader in order to take the Angel tablet

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Cas pushed away from you, walking to where Meg lounged on a couch, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to her. Never once looking back at you, acknowledging the fact that he was being too rough, too cold. While Cas might not be the most affectionate boyfriend, he had always been attentive and kind, until today. So kind in fact that Dean always pretended to gag behind his back, acting as if it was the most disgusting thing in the world.

"What is up with Cas? Why's he over there with Meg and not with you?" The brother you had just been thinking about asked, as he came up behind your shoulder. Both of you watching Cas who was quietly talking with Meg.

You weren't one of those girls that cried that often. Your upbringing and father had made sure of that. However, right now, looking at your boyfriend pretending like you didn't even exist, the pressure started building behind your eyes, as they burned with unshed tears. "I don't know. He was so cold, and unlike himself. I'm worried."

"If that Angel hurts you, I don't care how much of a friend he is. I will rip his wings off." Dean threatened.

"Who's wings off? Cas'? What's he done except act weird? Y/N, has he done something? Because if he has, I agree with Dean." Sam spoke up as he came to stand next to you.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you turned to your brothers, hating that you were having to be the calm one when you wanted nothing more than to head over there and yell at Cas. "Guys, thank you for being there for me. But, maybe he's just having a hard time adjusting. I know you did when you returned from your time in Purgatory."

With his hand clasped on your shoulder, Dean's next words weren't that comforting. "I had trouble being human again. But Cas doesn't have that problem. He was never human to begin with. I'm not sure Purgatory has anything to do with it."

Your gaze was turned back to Cas, who seemed to be hanging off of Meg's every word, her gaze intense as she looked at your Angel. "I don't know." You muttered weakly.

"Let's finish this case, then we can try to figure what's going on with him." Sam suggested. "And right now we need to get Meg to tell us where they are going to look next."

"Stay, I'll go talk to them." Dean told you, leaving you with Sam as he made his way to Cas and Meg. You watched as they talked for a moment, before a battered Meg stood up, and Cas and Dean followed.

"I know the true crypt, but I refused to tell Crowley." She started. "No matter what he did."

"But you'll take us to it?" Sam asked, and she nodded up at him.

"It's under an abandoned warehouse, about five minutes from here. But, you have to take me with you." She ordered, and you saw Cas staring at her, never even looking your way.

"Why would we want to take you with us?" Dean asked, still cautious around the Demon.

"Because that's the type of person you are. Even though I'm a Demon we have history. You won't leave me behind to deal with Crowley." Meg answered.

"She can come." Sam told his brother.

Grumbling under his breath, Dean walked out the door, and you quickly followed behind, not wanting to be left walking with Cas. Dean's strides were long and sure, and you almost had to take two stairs at a time to keep up with him.

Rounding the corner, you spotted the Impala, sliding into your normal spot in the backseat. Waiting for the rest, you frowned when Cas slid in next to you, Meg on the other side of him. With the three of you in the backseat, it became crowded, your thigh brushing against his, and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and never let go.

Taking a breath, you breathed in his scent, a mixture of fresh, clean air and mountains. It made your heart hurt, as he scooted closer Meg's way, giving you more room. Room that you didn't even want in the first place.

Looking up, you noticed Dean's gaze on you through the rear view mirror, his jaw clenched when he saw Cas scooting away. Starting the car, he drove down the road, the passenger's quiet except for Meg, who rattled off directions.

It didn't take much time before Dean was pulling the Impala into an alley, the sky turning black as night time set in. Shoving open the door, you scrambled out, needing air before you embarrassed yourself by screaming or throwing yourself at Cas.

"Now what?" Dean asked, staring at the boarded up building while everyone came to join him.

"There's a door, dumbass. You find it, walk through, and somewhere in there is the Angel Tablet." Meg smarted off.

"No shit." Dean sassed back. "I meant, how do we know where the door is, and where the tablet is?"

"There's a sigil, etched into the building. Find it, and you will be able to enter the crypt. As to the tablet, I'm not sure where Lucifer hid it.." Meg answered him.

"Fine. Cas, Y/N, you're with me. Sam, Meg, you stay outside. Make sure we aren't double crossed." Dean ordered, staring down Meg.

You could tell she was completely ticked off about being left behind. "Wait! You can't leave me out here! I was the one who knew where the crypt was, I need to go in with you!"

"Sorry, but I still don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Sam will keep an eye on you, making sure you aren't double crossing us. Cas can open the crypt, and Y/N's good with locating things. The two of you will make sure no one comes in after us." Dean insisted, before making his way to the building. Using a pry bar, he began the tedious task of ripping off the boards blocking the door, while you waited nervously near by. Cas was standing near Sam, and while Sam didn't seem happy to be left behind, at least he understood the reasoning behind it.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road." Dean exclaimed once he had made a hole big enough for the three of you.

Before you could move, Meg had her hand on your shoulder, whispering into your ear. "I don't know what's going on between you and the Angel. But if you get tired of him, let me know. I've always had a thing for Clarence.”

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The Kevin Chronicles: Part 1

Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural, any of its characters, or the messages from kevin to sam (only the parts including ellie)

Spoilers: Season 6/7 spoilers?

Co-produced by @sarimapostumous

TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm implication at week 16, mentions blood

Warnings: light injury descriptions, finally some fluff!

Notes: Please leave a comment and let me know what you think! And much love to those who have liked and/or reposted!!! <3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, mini chapter 5.5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Elliana’s Journal, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Ellie’s note to the boys, Chapter 11

The Kevin Chronicles: Part 1

“What’s your name?”

“Quit asking me that.”

“You really expect me to call you ‘White Wolf’?”

“No.”

“Then what do I call you?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you always like this?”

“Look, dude, I was called to save you and that’s it. We don’t need to be on a first name basis.”

Kevin rolled his eyes and pocketed the key to the safe place the two hid the demon tablet. This is gonna be fun, he thought.

Ellie groaned as her phone informed her she reached Sam’s voicemail. Again.

Beep.

“Sam, I need you to call me. I have the prophet; what am I supposed to do now?”

Elliana hung up and put her phone away. She glanced at Kevin and muttered, “C’mon, let’s go.”

Kevin took out his own phone and also tried dialing Sam.

“Sam Winchester, it's Kevin Tran. Crowley had me in this warehouse, and I just escaped. Some girl showed up and said you wanted her to save me. I don't know where we are. And I don't know if Crowley or – or any other demons or angels are still after me. I need your help. Call me back. It's Kevin Tran.”

Kevin sighed and also hung up.

The two teens walked to the Camaro Ellie had taken from Bobby’s and drove to the motel she had checked into before going to get Kevin. Taking out the room key, Ellie led Kevin into the room and shut and locked the door quickly after. She turned and greeted Anaya excitedly, hugging the dog and giving her a kiss on the head.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she cooed at her.

“Can I know her name?” Kevin asked half sarcastically.

Elliana threw him a glare but answered, “Anaya.”

“Hey, Anaya,” he said with a smile, squatting to the husky’s level.

Ellie scoffed as she stood to drop her bag on her bed. “Don’t expect a warm welcome from her; she’s cautious with everyone but me and-“ She stopped when she turned around and saw Anaya laying across Kevin’s lap on the floor. Ellie’s jaw dropped. Anaya hadn’t done that right away with anyone except Sam…

“Seems friendly,” Kevin commented, still smiling.

Elliana hated the smile she had to push back. He’s no one. I don’t do friendships anymore. Don’t feel, she thought.

Ellie just turned back around and unpacked her things from earlier and sorted them out again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

1 Week

“Sam Winchester. It's Kevin Tran. I called you a week ago. Call me, please. I don't know what the hell I'm doing out here, man.”

“Sam, seriously, what’s going on? I tried you days ago telling you Dean and Cas are in purgatory. No response from that? And what am I supposed to do with the prophet? Call me back.”

“You know, it’s been one week; you don’t need to keep referring to me as ‘the prophet’.” Kevin told Elliana.

“I’m here to protect you, not make a connection. Sentimentality is dangerous,” Ellie explained monotonously.

Kevin raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. “Ok, White Wolf.”

A small, frustrated sigh escaped Ellie’s lips and Kevin allowed a little victorious smile when she wasn’t looking.

“So, protection. Teach me the basics of hunting then.”

“Why?”

“…Protection. So I can defend myself if I need to.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“Fine; so I’m not just sitting around doing nothing.”

Another sigh. “Fine.” Ellie tossed a knife towards Kevin, who jumped out of the way.

“What the-“

“Reflexes. That’s the first thing. I tossed it sideways, not threw it at you. Easy to catch. Pay attention to body language, be prepared for anything,” she explained.

Kevin’s face dropped to one of slight understanding as he nodded and picked the blade up and listened for more.

3 Weeks

“Sam, I’m gonna whoop your ass if you don’t call us soon. I’m teaching the prophet how to hunt to fill the time while waiting for you to respond.”

“Like this?”

Ellie allowed a half-smile. “Not bad, prophet.”

“You don-“ Kevin stopped himself at Elliana’s smirk, chuckling himself as he turned back to the devil’s trap he just drew.

5 Weeks

“SAM! PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE!”

“Just tell me your name!”

“Why?”

“I’m not gonna keep calling you White Wolf.”

“Why?”

“’Cause it’s ridiculous.”

Elliana’s eyes widened a bit as she turned and gave Kevin a half-hearted kick to the abdomen. Not hard enough to damage anything, but enough to cause some pain.

“Ow! What was-“

“My guardian gave me that nickname,” Ellie said sternly and continued to walk to the car, Anaya on her heels.

8 Weeks

“Sam, it’s Kevin. I’m… whoo! I’m so good!”

Ellie giggled at a drunk Kevin as he left Sam another message. It had been a couple months since his last.

The phone dropped from his hand and Ellie caught it, but fell over when Kevin collapsed on her, giggling like a little boy. Suppressing a groan, Elliana put one of his arms around her neck, and one of hers around his middle and hauled them both up.

The two had gone to a local bar after arriving to another state to hustle some pool. Since making Kevin a fake I.D., he decided to get a drink. And then another. And another one after that. The prophet was a little less of a lightweight than Ellie expected, but a lightweight nonetheless.

And it turns out he’s the cute, giggly type of drunk, too.

10 Weeks

“Seriously, can you just tell me your name? It’s been two and a half months.”

“Just drop it, Kevin,” Ellie chuckled.

“Wait, wait, wait – you just called me ‘Kevin’ instead of ‘prophet’,” he pointed out.

“Let’s just get back to the motel. I need to rinse all this shapeshifter goo off.”

Kevin smiled and followed her and Anaya to the car.

Week 11

“No!!”

“Let her go!” Kevin yelled, throwing his lighter into a grave, setting the ghost’s bones on fire that currently held Elliana to a tree.

The spirit burst into flames and Ellie fell to the ground. Kevin knelt down as she tried to catch her breath.

“Are, uh… are you alright?”

“Elliana,” she breathed.

“What?”

“My name. My name is Elliana.”

It took Kevin a moment to register what she was saying until a full smile made its way onto his face, then turned into a slightly shy one. “That’s a beautiful name.”

Now it was Ellie’s turn for a shy smile.

12 Weeks

“Samuel Winchester, if you don’t call within 24 hours, you better hope you don’t see me again.”

“Three months since you ditched my ass. Haven't slept for more than four hours a night. It's all good in the hood. [Clears throat] Uh, if you're still alive, eat me.”

“Eat me!”

Elliana and Kevin lay side-by-side on the Camaro’s hood looking up at the stars, shoulders almost touching.

“And after that happened, Sam and Dean took me out for a fun day,” Ellie smiled fondly at the memory. Her smile faded as she continued, “and then Sam said yes to Lucifer, went to the cage, Dean left, Sam came back soulless, I almost got assaulted by the same vamp as before because of him, and I left to go on my own again.”

At this point, Kevin had turned his head to look at Ellie as she talked. “I’m sorry all that happened to you,” he said with sincerity. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

Ellie chuckled a little darkly. “Kevin, you were at the top of your high school game, got struck by lightening, kidnapped, almost eaten, and kidnapped again,” she said, sad smile on her lips, still looking at the sky. “You know at least a little of what it’s like.”

“Yeah, but someone good came out of it all.”

Ellie turned her head and their faces were just centimeters apart. Their eyes slowly shut as they leaned in when Anaya jumped up with them and licked Kevin’s face.

“Bleh! Anaya!” he said, jerking up to wipe his face off as Elliana laughed harder than she had in a long time.

“Yeah, ha-ha,” Kevin rolled his eyes, but smiled all the same. He was at least happy to see Elliana not as stone-faced as she was when they met. They were really warming up to each other.

16 Weeks

“Sam, please call me. [Sniffs] Look, right now I don’t care that you haven’t responded but please [cries]. Kevin is gone – I think someone took him and I haven’t been able to find him. It’s been a week. My nightmares are coming back. I miss you, Dean, and Cas. And I’m-…I’m not doing well, Sam. Please [whimpers].”

Ellie dropped her phone on the bathroom floor and looked down at her bloody wrist, her teardrops making it sting. A sob shook her body as everything kept hitting her and her mind wouldn’t give her a break.

Anaya whined on the other side of the door and scratched at it again before lying down with a whimper. She always knew what was going on with Ellie and knew when she was hurting. Emotionally and physically.

17 Weeks

“Kevin!” Elliana called out. She ran over and threw her arms around the prophet’s neck, retracting quickly when he groaned in pain. “Are you ok? What happened? Where were you?! Come on, let’s get you to the motel and clean you up.”

To be honest, Elliana wasn’t really listening to Kevin when he explained what happened. She was just glad he was returned and alive.

He had bruised ribs, a gash on the front of his shoulder, and overall just looked like a wreck. After cleaning up the smaller cuts, she poured some alcohol on Kevin’s shoulder, eliciting a short, but sharp yell from him.

“Sorry,” she said. She took his hand in hers, making them both blush a little, and got the suture out to stitch him up. “Just, uh…pick something to focus on. This is gonna hurt.”

Kevin focused on Ellie, his eyes running over her facial features as she put the stitches in; and he clutched her hand a little hard each time the needle went in. He looked at the deep brown of her eyes, the way she lightly bit her pink lips as she concentrated on what she was doing, and her hands, gentle as they worked, so she didn’t cause him any more pain than she had to.

“There,” Ellie said, taking her gloves off and throwing things away. “Finished.”

She looked up to see Kevin looking into her eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

A moment of comfortable silence followed.

Ellie looked down as she played with her hands. “I was afraid you were dead,” she whispered. She now raised her eyes to look at him again. “I thought you were dead,” she repeated, tears in her eyes. Kevin gently wiped away a stray one that slid down her cheek.

“I’m back now.”

Elliana nodded and leaned forward a little. She looked from Kevin’s lips back to his eyes, silently asking permission. He answered by closing the gap between them, initiating a sweet kiss filled with emotion. Of longing.

Anaya didn’t interrupt this time; only wagged her tail from her spot on the floor.

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