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jasmines-library · 1 month

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What do you think about a Batfam x Supernatural crossover??? Like, Reader is Dean's twin, and Sam's older sister, but she can't take the boys' nonsense anymore (like the pranks in the first season) and goes out to hunt a nest of vampires alone, only in Gotham, Batman V and confronts her, she even runs away but is caught, so she tells the truth, he takes her to the mansion and everyone is extremely shocked that these creatures are real (including Bruce) but there is no way to deny the facts!! And meanwhile the boys are freaking out because their badass sister is missing and they're looking for her like crazy?

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Note: (how strange, someone requested something very similar: anonymous also requested here.

Warnings: Swearing, blood and gore but not descriptive.

Word Count: 1.9k

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You had finally had enough. You just couldn’t take it anymore. The constant bickering and blame passing, the constant nights spent laying awake blaming yourselves when another got hurt…you were sick of it.

It was in the very early hours of the morning that you slipped out the door, with a handful of your belongings stuffed into a bag. It’s not like you had planned to ;eave forever..you just needed to get away for a little while. To take a breath of fresh air. You had found a hunt a few states over; a nest of vampires which should be simple enough.

You made your way to the bus station about 10 minutes before your bus was supposed to leave. It was just a short walk from the motel. You had considered taking a car or hitching a ride with someone, but you knew that Sam and Dean would be able to track you much easier if you did that. So, you opted to take a bus and exchange half-way there just to make sure they wouldn’t follow behind as quickly as you wanted them to. If you were lucky, you would make it back before they even figured out where you were. To say that they were going to be pissed when they found out would be an understatement. But you were an adult, for crying out loud. Hell, you were the same age as Dean and he seemed to run off without a care in the world.

There was little to no-one on the bus as it sped down the freeway. Supposedly that's because most people weren’t mad enough to get up at 2 in the morning to get on a bus. Either way, it was nice. You had disabled the tracker on your phone and plugged in your headphones to prepare for the drive.

Gotham city was a strange place. Extravagant, but strange. Dawn was slowly creeping into day when you hopped off the bus, and you could tell that the city was lively. There were people roaming the streets as the streetlamps flickered off and the lights inside the skyscrapers blinked on. There were dog walkers, couples holding hands and businessmen hailing cabs over the road. An eerie feeling hung about the city. You couldn’t place it, but there was something malevolent about this city. With the high rise buildings and twisting alleys,it seemed the perfect place for crime. The city was so big that people could just vanish. It was the perfect place for vampires.

You found your hotel a little way up the street. It was quaint with only one bed and a small table next to the wall by the ensuite, but it suited your needs perfectly.

Concealing a machete is not easy. Even though the city had died down slightly now it was past the mid-day hubbub, there were still people everywhere and you did not want to risk being caught by the police for carrying a weapon around. By wearing one of your jackets, you managed to conceal it under your arm as you began to scope out the city to find where the vampires were supposedly nesting.

When you finally found it, it seemed to tick all of the boxes: glazed windows, outskirts of the city, two entrances that you hoped wouldn’t lead to your untimely demise. Vampires were never very subtle. They were always the same.

The entrance to the building was concealed down a side-road. Checking your surroundings to make sure the coast was clear, you began to work on the lock. It snapped open and you made your way inside.

Sam and Dean were frantic.

The day had started out like any other. Sam had slipped out the door early in the morning for his run (a habit which Dean despised and thought was completely unnecessary). He had made nothing of the pile of pillows which you had stacked up on the couch beneath a blanket. It was only when he returned to find Dean nearly burning a floor in the carpet as he paced, taking angrily into the phone.

“No, I don't know where she could have gone, that's why I'm calling you!” Dean was scared. Sam could tell that from the first word he spoke.

There was a pause as the person Dean was on the phone to spoke. Clearly, he wasn’t happy with the response they gave as he slammed the phone shut and threw it across the room.

“Son of a bitch” he yelled, hands coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“What's going on?” Sam asked. He had a nasty feeling that he already knew.

“Y/Ns missing.”

“What?” Sam blinked.

“Yeah. I thought she’d been snatched at first but most of her stuff is gone too.”

Sam bit his lip. “Have you tracked her cell?”

His older brother nodded. “Nothing. I’ve tried calling her too. She’s turned it off.”

“Shit.”

You had managed to get yourself in a little bit of a pickle. And by ‘little bit of a pickle’, I mean ‘there were a lot more vampires than you thought and now you were fighting for your life’. So the usual, really.

When you had slunk inside the building it was completely silent as the vampires sheltered from the sun. But as you moved further into the room and began counting how many there were, you paled. Things hit the fan when you stepped backwards and knocked over a stack of books. All eyes snapped to you and you struggled to keep up with the sheer number of them. The scent of blood and sweat filled the room as you fought and swung. Most of it theirs, but some of it yours.

No matter how many you took down, their attacks never seemed to end. You had just sliced the head off of one when another three raced before you. They were about to reach you, their fangs bared and snarling, when someone tackled them to the ground. The boy was tall, muscular and dressed from head to toe in black, besides the brown jacket slung over the top and the red emblem on his chest. Another figure appeared to your left, also dressed in black. Though this time, his face was concealed by a domino mask and a blue symbol was imprinted on the front of it.

Although the vampires went down, it seemed the two vigilantes didn’t know how to kill them which meant that even with their help, you were going to get nowhere. So as they tussled with them, you swung your arm to defeat the one before you before moving to help them. When the last one went down, their attention snapped toward you as you wiped the end of the machete with the hem of your sleeve.

“What the hell was that?” The one in blue had you pinned up against the wall before you could even blink.

You scoffed. “A thank you would be nice.”

You pushed against his arm, trying to free yourself but he had you stuck firmly in place.

He lowered his voice, leaning closer to you. “I’m gonna ask you again: what the hell were they?”

“You won't believe me.” You told him slyly.

“Try us.” The one in red said.

“Vampires.”

The one in red snorted. “Funny. Now start talking before we arrest you for murder.”

“I told you you wouldn’t believe me.” You rolled your eyes. “If you let me go I’ll prove it to you.”

Dick and Jason honestly weren’t sure if they believed you or not. They had heard the commotion when they passed a building on patrol. People had been going missing in the area recently and they were investigating the area. When they saw you inside they were taken aback. Their initial instinct was to attack you, but when they realised that you were trying to stop the group of people they realised it was you who needed help. They thought it would be easy to take them down. That was until they actually tried. The attackers had sharp canines that came very close to their faces and only stilled when you attacked them with your machete.

When you revealed to them that they were vampires, they thought you were messing with them, but after you showed off their sharp fangs, they were convinced

They were silent as they walked you back to the cave, unsure what to make of it. They were shell shocked; creatures that they thought only existed in movies were real…?

Even more so, they were surprised at how unfazed you seemed. It made them wonder how long you had been doing this for. They didn’t recognise you, and you had refused to give them a name. Jason was going to ask Tim to run a search on the database later, though he wasn’t even sure if he would find anything.

Bruce wasn’t sure what to make of it. When the two vigilantes brought you into the cave after introducing themselves and explaining their work, Bruce was hesitant. He thought that this was some kind of joke. A prank by his two sons. You were adamant however, and showed him pictures on your cell and research papers online.

When you turned your cell back on, you were bombarded with dozens of miscalls and twice as many unread texts from both of your brothers and anyone else who they decided to contact about your disappearance. Shitttttt

Just as you were about to speak, a loud clatter sounded from across the batcave. All of the vigilantes in the room stood to attention and you reached for the gun holstered in your waistband. But as soon as you did so, you came face to face with eyes you knew very well.

“Dean?!” You gawped at him.

“Y/N? Oh thank god.” He pulled you close to him.

The vigilantes dropped their weapons slightly. “You know them?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

“My brothers.” You nodded. They must have managed to track the bus you got on.

“Jesus christ, Y/N. What the hell were you thinking?” Sam chided. “You could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Relax, Sammy. I’m fine. I needed to get away from your bickering for once.”

Dick laughed from across the room “You can say that again.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean frowned.

“I mean you two are constantly arguing and I’m sick of it. I needed to get out on my own for a day or two. I was planning to come back tomorrow morning.”

“And you planned to stay here with these...people?”

“...not exactly.”

“Y/N.” Dean warned.

“They helped me.”

“You told them?!”

“Kind of hard not to when you’re being attacked by a group of blood thirsty vampires.”

“It’s true.” Jason said. “We didn’t believe her at first.”

“Sorry…”

“It’s alright.” Dean said. “We’re sorry it got so far that you felt you had to leave. All that matters is that you’re safe.”

Bruce decided to speak next, his interest peaked by your earlier statements. “So about those vampires…the other things are real too?”

Dean nodded. “Pretty much all of it.”

“Oh god. I have a feeling things are about to get a whole lot more interesting in Gotham.”

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6lostgirl6 · 3 months

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Yandere Alphabet - Demon!Dean Winchester

TW: Toxic Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Controlling Behavior, Hints of Physical Abuse, Hints of Verbal Abuse, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder, Isolation And Spanking As Punishment, Cursing, Manipulation. A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He’s a physical lover, and he doesn’t give two fucks about PDA. He’ll kiss and touch you whenever and wherever he likes. He always gives you heated, passionate kisses while grasping all over your body and pressing you up against him. When he’s really affected, he’ll growl while kissing you, and his eyes will flash black on occasion.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Demon Dean, at this point, is a malevolent being and will resort to more grotesque methods when it comes to his darling. Even if it means killing innocent people who look at you the wrong way or dare touch you, well, try. He’ll break the person’s bones before they even lay a finger on you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Depending on how you react to the situation, his treatment of you varies. If you behave, he'll treat you good by his definition. However, if you react badly, he's going to not react well. Yes, he’ll mock you, because we need to remember that he may love you, but that doesn't change his nature. He has a cruel sense of humor.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll make you come with him on his killing sprees. You’re not a fan of blood; that’s too bad. You’ll just have to get used to it, because that’s all you’re ever going to see besides him. Blood and carnage.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Demon Dean still has some of his old traits from when he was human. He doesn't like expressing his emotions until he trusts you enough. Which would take a long time. However, when he finally trusts you, he’ll be more open about his feelings for you. He still keeps things close to his chest, though he might never speak with you about it.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, he’s pissed.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, your relationship isn't a game to him. But getting you to fall in love with him will be like a game, and he'll triumph. It’s only a matter of time. Demon Dean wouldn't like seeing you try to escape; it would automatically anger him. He’ll lash out at you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience with him would be your fights with him. He's scary when he’s angry, especially when it's towards you. He’ll practically scream in your face and manhandle you. Another thing would be him forcing you to see his killing sprees. He doesn't trust you enough to leave you on your own, so you'll have to witness his brutality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

When it comes to your future with him, you’re stuck with him, and not even death would separate you. He’ll secretly try to uncover a way to turn you into a demon. You'll be isolated from hunters; demons wouldn't dare approach you. He’s the only thing you’ll ever need; nobody else can help you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Extremely, however, it’s not because he’s insecure; you simply belong to him and are completely off-limits. Coping, what’s that? He’s going to lash out in a violent way at the person attempting to flirt with you. He left people bloodied to a pulp on the floor before, and he has done worse.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It’s discrete, but he’s a little softer around you, and he would let you get away with small things that he wouldn’t tolerate if it were another person. As a demon, he’s not afraid to show you how deep his love runs for you. He’s clingy and always has a hand grabbing you somewhere. He’s very possessive, and he tends to keep you to himself.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When it comes to demon dean, there is no time for courting or lightly approaching you about his feelings. When he kidnapped you, there were no romantic gestures or heartfelt confessions; you simply belonged to him, and you need to get used to it.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Of course, Dean treats you differently compared to others. He’s less rough around the edge, and he does try to control his temper better around you. You’re his, and he doesn’t mistreat what belongs to him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Depending on what you do, however, he'll simply tie you to the bedpost and keep you there until you learn your lesson. He would never intentionally hurt you, but he will force you over your lap and smack your ass until you’re begging for forgiveness. Trust me, he wouldn’t make it fun for you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The better question is: how many rights would he allow you to have? All you need to do around him is eat, sleep, and look pretty for him. Misbehave, and you’re going to be chained to the bed again.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He will have zero patience with you, so you better behave for your own sake. He's not afraid of punishing you, however he sees fit, because you didn’t listen to him or try to escape. Therefore, try not to upset him too much.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, he would never move on. If you died or were killed, his rampage would be talked about in Hell for centuries. If you manage to escape, it won’t last long. He’s going to get you back, whatever it takes, so enjoy the freedom while it lasts.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Ha! Hell no. However, after being cured, he will feel horrible for how he treated you. He’ll feel ashamed that his darker feelings for you were brought to light. He really does love you, but the demonic side of him has horrible ways of showing it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His transformation into a demon allowed his yandere tendencies to be brought to the surface. He doesn’t have to hold back his urges anymore, and why would he want to?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Of course he doesn’t like it; he prefers you being obedient and rather docile. He would never admit this, but he would want you to be happy with him, even as a demon. If you try avoiding him, he’ll keep bugging you and forcing you to talk to him. He lacks patience, so your screams and cries will only make him angrier the longer you keep having tantrums.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Demon Dean would never hurt you intentionally, especially by abusing you to make you cooperate. Sure, when he lashes out, there may be a few accidents, but that’s all they are. Accidents.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There are two things you could use: his killing urges and/or feeding into his ego. If you want to play the waiting game, you would have to gain his trust enough to allow you to be out of his sight. Simply pretending to love him won’t be enough because he’ll see right through you. When he goes on his killing sprees, leaving you behind for once will be your chance and only chance to escape. You better protect yourself; he will find you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No matter how much he cares about you, he will hurt your feelings at times, especially when he flirts with other women in front of you. When he’s extremely angry or has the itching need to kill something, you need to stay out of his way. He will lash out at you with hurtful words and potential bruises.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Demon Dean cares about you despite who he is, and he doesn’t like upsetting you. You’re not much fun with tears in your eyes. As a demon, you’re the only one that makes him feel things—feelings he used to hide within when he was human. Anyway, he would go to the ultimate length to win you over. He’s not going to beg on his knees for your love, but he’ll show you how much he worships you in his own way. You want him to kill someone and bring you their head? He'll do it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

After Dean became a demon and left with Crowley, he didn’t take you with him at the time, no matter how much he wanted to. However, you’ve never left his thoughts, no matter how much he tried to drink your sweet voice away. You haunted him for months until he finally snapped and came after you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If Dean was never cured or you never managed a way to escape from him, he’ll find a way to break you and make you depend solely on him. Make you finally see that he is the only thing that would kill to keep you safe. One way or another, he’ll make you fall for him.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 10 months

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Pride, Prejudice, and Pennywise

Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, tiny bit of Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Synopsis: Sam’s movie night pick leads to some discomfort for you, but it doesn’t last long.

Author’s note: hey guys! Hyperfixation is still going strong, I promise I haven’t forgotten about my Sherlock fic! I’m just having so much inspiration for Supernatural right now, but I’ll be back eventually with another chapter, promise! For now, enjoy the fruits of my hyperfixation.

You and your oldest brother Dean had very little in common. For starters, he was the oldest Winchester, you were the youngest. He always agreed with your father, you rarely ever did–although unlike Sam, you didn’t voice your opinions often. Dean was stern, serious, and protective; you were always ready for a laugh. He was a flirt, you could barely hold basic conversations with people you didn’t know very well.

However, there was one thing you had in common with Dean; your hatred of horror movies. Although Dean hated them because he thought they were stupid and incredibly unrealistic; you hated them for a very different reason.

They terrified you.

Not that you would ever reveal that to Sam or Dean. After all, with the monsters, demons, and general malevolence that they faced during their occupation, you could hardly expect them to understand your fear.

But the brothers had kept you as far as possible from the hunting world, and watching horror movies just felt like a small snapshot of what your brothers must be facing on a daily basis. It was horrifying to think about. The horror movies just served as a reminder for all that you knew to be out there. Most people could watch those movies and brush them off as fiction; you couldn’t.

Unfortunately for Dean, and more so for you, Sam liked horror movies. The scarier the better for him. He claimed it gave him another angle to look at, a way to see the “fun” in their monster-hunting job. Well, that was all well and good for him, but you had lost many nights worth of sleep thanks to this little hobby of his.

Not that you could possibly tell your brothers–who had to be the bravest people in the world–that the unrealistic, stupid tv monsters scared you.

So instead, here you were, curled up in the small chair in the dingy motel room, Dean snoring in his bed and Sam enraptured in another horror flick. It had been his turn to pick the movie tonight, so horror it was.

You had tried to sleep through it, but you found that only hearing the screams, growls, and general fearful melee was much worse than hearing and seeing it, so you’d given up and gone to the couch to watch.

You tried desperately to look like the movie was gripping you with interest instead of terror, but you weren’t sure you were succeeding. Sam kept glancing your way, and you were afraid that it was because you were clutching your blanket just a little too tightly. Nevertheless, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go, even if it meant Sam figured out your secret.

You had become so focused on trying to look like you were enjoying the movie, that you hadn’t even noticed that it had gone to a commercial, and that Sam had gotten up out of bed to stand next to you. That is, you didn’t notice until Sam spoke.

“Hey bub, you ok?”

You snapped your head up to see Sam frowning down at you.

“Yeah-” you cleared your throat when you noticed that your voice came out a little too high. “Yeah, just great, why?”

Sam glanced at the tv and then back to you.

“Well uh, it's just…” he let out a sound that was half laugh, half sigh, “You look a little freaked.”

You tried to scoff, but even you could tell it wasn’t very convincing.

“Freaked? Why, because of the movie?” you peaked a look at Sam, and weren’t at all surprised that he clearly wasn’t buying it.

“We don’t have to watch it if it scares you.”

You shook your head quickly.

“It doesn’t.” You knew you’d spoken too fast.

Even though Sam wasn’t buying it, he shrugged and returned to his bed.

“Ok then.”

The commercials ended and the movie began again. It was reaching the climax, only getting scarier and scarier. This had to be one of the worst ones Sam had ever played.

You couldn’t hold back a tiny whimper at one of the more gruesome jumpscares; you were lucky that it wasn’t a full-on scream.

You were surprised when the tv suddenly clicked off, and Sam’s voice broke the short silence.

“Ok, come over here.”

You looked up in confusion, before hesitantly rising out of your chair and going to stand by Sam’s bed, still holding your blanket around you.

Sam lifted his covers, gesturing for you to join him under them. You instantly obeyed, darting under the covers and curling into Sam’s side. You had wanted to do that since the stupid movie had started.

It was silent for a minute or two before Sam decided to speak.

“You could’ve just told me that these scared you.”

“They don’t.”

Sam scoffed, “N/N. I know you’re lying. You know you’re lying. So how about, you don’t lie, and I’ll let you pick a movie to watch tonight.”

You looked up in surprise.

“Really? But it’s your night!”

Sam laughed softly.

“Really. Apparently I've been scaring the crap out of you every time it’s my night to pick a movie, so I think I owe it to you to get an extra pick, ok?”

You giggled, “Ok Sammy.”

Sam’s smile dropped after a moment and he sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You moved your head so that you could lean against his chest, comforted by his heartbeat.

“Because it's stupid.”

“It’s not-”

“Yes it is. You and Dean go out-out there and fight monsters, real monsters, and I can’t even watch it on tv! You guys are fighters, you’re brave, you save people, and I can’t do any of that! I’m a-” You swallowed hard. You hadn’t meant to let all of that slip.

“You’re a what?” Sam had sat up, dislodging you from your spot, and was now staring hard at you. “Y/N, what were you gonna say?”

You dropped your eyes to your fidgeting hands, avoiding Sam’s penetrating gaze as you mumbled,

“I’m a coward.”

You winced when you saw the tear drip onto your hand. Great, now you couldn’t even make it through a conversation without crying. Gosh, you were pathetic.

“Hey,” Sam ducked into your field of vision so that you had little choice but to look at him. You couldn’t help but think that his eyes looked sad.

He feels sorry for me. It was the only explanation you could think of.

“Don’t you ever say that, ok? Never again,” His voice was sterner than usual, an authoritativeness usually reserved for Dean in his voice.

You felt a sob bubble up in your throat, and you couldn’t hold it back.

“It’s true,” you managed to get out between breaths and tears as you leaned forward against Sam’s shoulder. You felt his hands come up to wrap around you, and he placed his head on top of yours.

“No, no it isn’t,” he said firmly. “Kid, me and Dean aren’t some great heroes, ok? We’re scared too, all the time. We just do what we have to do, even when we’re scared.”

You sniffle, “Exactly! And that’s why you’re so brave. But I can’t do that.”

Sam pulled you back, an incredulous look on his face.

“Are you kidding me? You do that all the time!”

At your confused look, Sam just scoffed and continued.

“Who summoned that demon in Phoenix last September? Who drove Baby–for the first time ever–at twelve years old to come and save mine and Dean’s butts when we were fighting that group of vampires? Who snuck past seven spirits to get to the grocery store to buy some dang salt when Dean forgot to pack more? That wasn’t us, baby. That was you.”

“You’re the one who forgot to pack the salt.”

Sam’s serious expression gave way to one of indignation.

“Hey now smarty-pants, I’m trying to help you here!” you giggled as Sam dug his fingers into your sides. When he relented, you looked up at him with a much more sober expression.

“But I didn’t fight anything.”

Sam shook his head.

“You don’t always have to fight something to be brave. Were you scared all those times?”

“Of course.” You felt a little ashamed to admit it, and you were surprised when Sam grinned.

“See? But you did it anyway. That’s what makes you brave, N/N. And do you know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you’re the bravest of us all.”

You blushed, “Sam, don’t.”

Sam laughed, “I’m serious!”

You giggled, “Ok ok, I get your point. Can we watch a movie now?”

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“So wait, we’re rooting for Lizzie and Wickham, right?”

Dean awoke to the sound of your loudly dramatic groan as you responded to the middle Winchester brother.

“No Sam, he’s a douche. We’re rooting for Lizzie and Darcy.”

“But I thought Darcy was a jerk.”

“Would you just watch the movie!”

“I thought it was Sam’s night to pick the movie,” Dean grumbled as he sat up in bed. There was no way Sammy had picked Pride and Prejudice on his night. No. Way.

Sam just shrugged, “I let Y/N pick this time.”

“You let her pick Pride and Prejudice?”

Your voice was annoyed, “This movie is great, ok! Just give it a chance!”

Dean retorted sarcastically, “Yeah ok, sure.”

…

“I can’t believe she turned him down!”

“Are you kidding? After the way he proposed, no one would say yes.”

“I’m sorry Sam, did you even hear him? Most ardently? I don’t even know what that means, and it almost made me swoon!”

“You’re crazy!”

“Enough!” Both brothers jumped in surprise at your outburst. “You guys can debate this over the commercial, but the good part is coming up!”

“You’ve said that at least twelve times already,” Sam said skeptically.

“Yeah, and I’ve been right every time! They’re all good parts, trust me.”

Sam and Dean both grumbled, but sure enough they quieted down to watch the movie. You smirked. You wouldn’t have thought it possible to get Sam and Dean Winchester invested in Pride and Prejudice, but here you were. And it was great.

Best. Movie night. Ever.

#dean winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean x you #dean winchester #dean and sam #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #supernatural dean #sam winchester #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x you #supernatural #spn #spn sam winchester

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pascalsummers · 11 months

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Hello, I seen you needed Ideas and I'm here to give you said ideas. So what about spn, whoever you want, with a Male reader who had a type of Ghost in his house, but he had made a deal with the ghost so it wouldn't mess with him, and it even got to the point of the ghost helping the reader find things like his car eyes, phone, etc

A/N: So today is my birthday and as a gift to you all here is a headcanon for you all! So for this, I based the ghost on the Lady in Red since these ghosts are generally benevolent creatures. Enjoy!

You Live with a Ghost (Team Free Will x Male Reader)

DEAN

Dean doesn't believe you at first. Because of the numerous ghost attacks, he had to deal with, he finds it a little difficult to believe this ghost isn't doing something fishy. After doing some research though and finding all the information he can on a Lady in Red Dean hesitantly comes around to the idea. He's not the most comfortable around the ghost at first but over time he starts to be more friendly with her and will even have small conversations with her.

SAM

Sam like Dean doesn't automatically believe you but it also takes Sam less time to come around to the idea. He of course still does some research on her just in case things go south in the future. Sam might be a little hesitant around her especially if she tries to hand him something. But after some time Sam will honestly become very curious about how she has been able to remain so docile and would do some research on that even asking her some questions to narrow down his search.

CASTIEL

Castiel is a little hesitant at first but mostly because he's worried that you could possibly be hurt if she ever turns vengeful. After some reassurance from you though Cas is willing to let her live but will warn her that if she ever does turn malevolent he will step in. After that, the two of them get along pretty well with Cas and her constantly having conversations about the plethora of things Cas has seen because of his angel status.

CROWLEY

Crowley finds the whole situation very fascinating. He will do some research on Lady's in Red but it's mostly because he likes to know as much as he can about anybody he interacts with. Crowley being the king of hell is not worried at all about a ghost but he will threaten her with a painful second death if she does turn malevolent and tries to attack you. Crowley and the ghost are cordial with each other and will talk from time to time.

#team free will x male reader #supernatural x male reader #dean winchester x male reader #dean x male reader #sam winchester x male reader #sam x male reader #castiel x male reader #crowley x male reader #spn crowley #team free will #supernatural #spn #x male reader #male reader

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incorrect-nevermore · 10 months

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would it be wrong to think that the merit system and specterhood are a combined metaphor for capitalism and class stratification? As of episode 68, Annabel and Prospero are respectively the only students in their class with any bonus merits, everyone else is in the red, and from what we've heard so far, they've got the most powerful/dangerous Specters we've seen so far seeing as how Prospero singlehandedly killed half of the unmanifested students, and 2 of Annabel's powers directly relate to death. Montresor and Berenice could potentially could be on a similar power level compared to them, seeing as how they're all Malevolent, but I don't think they're quite at as powerful as the Posh Besties, at least not currently. I think once everyone's manifested their Specters, the deans are going to reveal some new trick or twist that raises the inherent value of having a Malevolent specter higher, while being a Neutral is less useful, and Benevolent is even less useful. From what we've seen so far, I think that Merry and Mourn have actually already selected which student they want to pass their final exam and be reborn, and everyone else is just a cog in the machine that allows them to do so.

OHHH!! THATS SO INTERESTING!!

To me, it was very clear they picked their favorites, like the raven picks his. but I honestly thought the Academy was a bit of a playground for them at first and they just sorta looked at Annabel like “I like this one.” And decided to give her some special treatment.

Speaking of which, if Lenore is the ravens favorite and Annabel is the dean’s, there’s something going on there maybe

#nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #asks

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I'll talk about Lenore's specter and my thoughts on the Deans in another post, but we got to talk about everyone's favorite girlfail, Ada.

Okay listen up kiddos because I love my messed up girly pop (Annabel is first but Ada's second)

-First things first Ada's backstory, now I'm not sure what story she is based off of, but it's definitely old west becoming new west times, Ada was probably some lower middle class woman who fell in love with a rich man. She thought it was love, but he most likely had a wife or a fiancé and when she found out she was pregnant (with his kid) she was probably overjoyed, and was quick to tell him. He told her to meet him somewhere in the woods to talk privately and ended up killing her. First going for her stomach (to kill the kid) and then dismembering Ada and leaving her remains in a marsh/bog

-Ada grabbed her abdomen instinctively once Prospero started to yell? degrade her? Which could be either since it was where she was hit first or because she's trying to protect a child that's not there?

-Also her torso is completely gone, only her bones and dirt with moss is left, and her legs seem to be fully dismembered while her arms are only from her shoulder and hands which I think is weird since normally you would dismember from the elbow and shoulder.

-My big question is how is one defined as being malevolent, neutral or benevolent? Because Ada doesn't seem like someone who's really out for someone? Like in her living time, unless she knew the rich man was married or engaged and she thought having his kid would change his mind (it clearly didn't)

-Also, Ada is like hella powerful, her power are probably correlated to how she died (which is a theory of mine that the powers their specters have is based on their death) so she was probably dismembered limb from limb, screaming while it happened before passing out and eventually died from blood loss. Because screaming and banshee's always mix and Ada was probably scared shitless while being killed.

-Also if Ada was pregnant when she died, what happened to the kid? She probably wasn't too far along, or she could have even lied about being pregnant, but is she didn't did the kid have a soul? Did they just not get picked for reincarnation because they hadn't lived?

Either way, I love my messed in the head girly pop. Not her taste in romantic partners, but it's okay (maybe). Ada has so much potential in a storytelling way, like I feel like if I took a bite out of her it would be spiky.

I think that once Ada realizes Montresor is just going to use her in the end she'll probably be the one to kill him (or maybe Duke or Pluto or anyone of the Misfits will)

Anyway the next post will probably be about the deans and Lenore. So stay tuned if you want and no spoilers please, it's hard enough to not spoil it for myself.

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore theory #ada nevermore #live laugh love my unhinged girly pop #nevermore academy #nevermore webcomic

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overworkedblorbobattle · 9 months

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The full list of characters in the Bracket!

The full list of characters who made it into the tournament are listed under the readmore.

Ada Paige- Rhythm Doctor

Adam Parrish- The Raven Cycle

Adora- She-Ra

Aki Hayakawa- Chainsaw man

Alfred Pennyworth- Batman

Almond Cookie - Cookie Run

Angela- Lobotomy Corporation

Anthy Himemiya- Revolutionary Girl Utena

Arthur Lester- Malevolent

Aymeric De Borel- Final Fantasy

Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce- MASH

Bucky Barnes- Marvel

Buffy Summers- Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Burgerpants- Undertale

Carmen Sandiego- Carmen Sandiego

Carol Hathaway- ER

Charlie Magne Morningstar- Hazbin hotel

Chip Revvington- Toontown: Corporate Clash

Cliopher "Kip" Mdang- The Hands of the Emperor

Commander Peepers- Wander Over Yonder

Dana Scully- The X Files

Danny Fenton- Danny Phantom

David Jacobs- Newsies

DC/GOV- Welcome to the table

Dean Winchester- Supernatural

Dick Gumshoe- Ace attorney

Doppo Kannonzaka- Hypnosis Mic

Dot Campbell- The Wilds

Dr Charlotte Dubois- Falsettos

Emma Perkins- The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

Five Pebbles- Rain World

Ford Pines- Gravity Falls

Fu Hua- Honkai Impact 3rd

George Karim/Cubbins - Lockwood and Co

Gilgamesh "Gil" Wulfenbach- Girl Genius

Gordon Michael Schwinn- A New Brain

Gregor Samsa- The Metamorphosis

Guillermo de la Cruz- What We Do In The Shadows

Harrowhark Nonagesimus- The Locked Tomb

Hera- Wolf 359

Homura Akemi- Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Hunter- The Owl House

Isabelle - Animal Crossing

Izzy Hands- Our Flag Means Death

Jaehee Kang- Mystic Messenger

Jafar- Twisted

Jamil Viper- Twisted Wonderland

Jean Gunnhildr - Genshin Impact

Jeremie Belpois- Code Lyoko

Jess Jordan- Succession

Jonathan Harker- Dracula

Jonathan Sims- The Magnus Archives

Jotaro Kujo- Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Keito Hasumi- Ensemble Stars!

Kento Nanami- Jujutsu Kaisen

Kevin Kandy- Spooky Month

Kim Dokja- Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Kim Kitsuragi- Disco Elysium

Kiyotaka Ishimaru- Danganronpa

Kunikida Doppo- Bungo Stray Dogs

Kurapika- Hunter x Hunter

Kusuo Saiki - The disastrous life of saiki k

Laerryn Coramar Seelie- Critical Role

Lamplighter/plight- OneShot

Larry- Pokemon

Larry Needlemeyer - The Amazing World of Gumball

Ling Wen- Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official’s Blessing)

Link- The Legend of Zelda

Lisa Cuddy- House M.D

Lisa Wilbourn- Worm

Logainne Schwartzandgrubenierre- The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

Loid Forger/Twilight- Spy x Family

Lucifer- Obey Me!

Lucretia- The Adventure Zone

Luisa Madrigal- Encanto

Maedhros Feanorian- The Silmarillion

Mafuyu Asahina- Project Sekai/Colorful Stage

Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Miraculous Ladybug

Marsh- Mistborn

Matthew Venn- The Long Call

Merlin- BBC Merlin

Miles O’Brien- Star Trek

Miss Pauling- Team Fortress 2

MK- Lego Monkie Kid

Molly Blyndeff- Epithet Erased

Mrs Doyle- Father ted

Munkustrap- Cats 1998

Nicholas Benedict- The Mysterious Benedict Society

Nishida- Yakuza

Obi-Wan Kenobi- Star Wars

Olruggio- Witch Hat Atelier

Pandemonica- Helltaker

Parsley Botch- Smile for Me

Peppino Spaghetti- Pizza Tower

Percy Jackson- Percy Jackson

Peregrine Mendicant- Homestuck

Ponder Stibbons- Discworld

Raphael Walt/Sirius Dieke- My Next Life as a Villainess

Ratchet- Transformers

Reagan Ridley- Inside Job

Reim Lunettes- Pandora Hearts

Retsuko- Aggretsuko

Riza Hawkeye- Fullmetal Alchemist

Robin- Smash Legends

Rory Williams- Doctor Who

Ryotaro Dojima - Persona

Sara Chidouin- Your Turn To Die

SecUnit- The Murderbot Diaries

Shang Qinghua - Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Shota Aizawa- My Hero Academia

Sips- Fool’s Gold

Squidward Tentacles- Spongebob Squarepants

Stanley- The Stanley Parable

Steven Alen Starphase- Blood Blockade Battlefront/Kekkai Sensen

Steven Universe- Steven Universe

Super Mario Bros.- Mario Series

Susan Taxpayer- Susan Taxpayer

The Cabbage Merchant- Avatar the Last Airbender

The Captain- BBC Ghosts

The Elsen- Off

The Manager- The Hotel Podcast

Touta Matsuda- Death Note

Trafalgar Law- One Piece

Twilight Sparkle- My Little Pony

Vera Oberlin- Monster Prom

Walter Pensive- Hello from the Hallowoods

Will Graham- Hannibal

William T Spears- Black Butler

#round 1 #tournament brackets #tournament bracket #tournament #tournaments #overworked blorbo battle

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bellamybellamyblake · 3 months

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When the Sun Sets - Part 4

Adriadne

Characters:

adriadne/morgan winchester (OC), dean winchester, sam winchester

Summary:

adriadne finds out who she was before she went to hell. and the winchesters will not rest until they fix what their sister did all those years ago.

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, murder, vague mention of not eating for a while, parental abuse, slight suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 10, following canon stops after the end of season 2 but things are sure to be mentioned

Word Total:

4k ~ roughly

A/N:

hi, so sorry its been so long, but i finally got the inspiration to continue writing this little mini series. i'm not convinced anyone is still interested in this story, but here's part 4. there's a little hatred towards blondes in this chapter - guys i actually love blonde hair i think its gorgeous - your girl is just a demon. my search history after writing this chapter, god help me.

this takes place loosely around season 10 and i kind of combined when sam tries to cure crowley with when he cures dean.

let me tell you, writing about a person who has no idea what's real is not easy to make good - its a 0/10 for me and i'm not convinced i even succeeded at that

italics = inner thoughts/memories

dean: 36, morgan: 35 (her body is 27), sam: 32

Adriadne vaguely remembered hating the moon coming up when she was human. For some reason, she detested nighttime and all that came with it. She had wanted to believe she wasn't as bad as the humans when she was one. But as she roamed the street of whatever bumblefuck town she was in, she remembered staring blankly at a street lamp once.

It was the only light she had seen for several miles. It illuminated a small bus stop with a bench and a pay phone attached to it. She was in some loud car, with even louder music playing, with her intolerably quiet family. The faces, names, and details of any of them had been long washed away. Somebody in her family needed to make a call, so they stopped, and she was left alone for a few minutes. The yellow beams that kept that area lit were the only thing keeping her from panicking. She had assumed she was only a child in the memory because, I mean, seriously? An adult scared of the dark?

If she had been an adult, Satan help her if she was, it would have been further proof of how weak humans are. Actually, regardless, it was proof. There was no light in Hell. Everything was dark, and only with the sight of a demon could anyone see. She bristled at the thought. Since being on Earth, she had no desire to go back downstairs.

The darkness of the night did give her a little sense of reminiscence, though. Of home, Alastair, Crowley, her tools. Where she could roam freely without having to cling to that damn sack of flesh. But the daytime was a close second, in her opinion. The sun, as bright and almost blinding as it was, was warm. And it felt…kind of nice.

Turned out, she was a natural blonde, a type of blonde that got even lighter when she lay in the sun. And that rubbed her the wrong way. Like, who was actually blonde nowadays? Every blonde Alastair assigned to her was quickly scalped. And when they were healed, she would do it again. Then, she'd make them drink anti-freeze because many of them had blue eyes. It really had been a fun game.

Watching them die slowly and painfully was always an excellent way to waste an hour. And when they were brought back to life, it was back to her regularly scheduled programming.

It sucked even more that she had blue eyes too. They were so light. Like the human fucking sky or some shit. She liked her black eyes. They were who she was, a dark and malevolent visitor on this planet of fluffy little bunnies.

At the sound of a whistle, a very loud one, she turned to find the source. "Damn, baby." The man said. He was some random guy on the corner of the street, watching her as she walked. "What's your name?"

She planted a demure little smile like she was so flattered by the attention. With a blush, she said, "Mary."

He smirked. "Are you a virgin, too?"

Imbecile, she groaned inside her head. She had heard that joke back home. It was usually the first thing a demon said when assigned someone with that name. After hearing it for the first time, she chuckled. The second time, she grinned. The fifty-seventh? She ignored it.

Come up with something new, people, will you?

She flashed some doe eyes at him and pretended to blush even more. "How did you know?"

"I tend to sense these things."

"Oh, do you?" She asked with a grin, flashing her natural eyes at him. But before he could scream, she was slitting his throat.

When the jugular veins are severed, there is a relatively low spray of dark red blood, accompanied by the sound of escaping air, and the human coughs it up. So, to get a forceful spray of bright red, Adriadne's favorite, she cuts the carotid. And usually aims to sever the trachea so they gasp and wither at her feet. And with this guy? She hit the nail on the head.

It only takes a few minutes, but it's such a satisfying death. Being in the land of the living, slitting throats quickly became one of her favorite forms of sending them exactly where they belonged.

When Sam and Dean Winchester caught wind of a case; six hundred sixty-four bodies across the country with a slit throat and the Latin symbol for "hellhound" carved over their right eyebrow, they got on it. They didn't want to let it get to that magic number.

And when they got to the most recent crime scene, Lena Franklin, a thirty-one-year-old female - mother of three - with the same injuries, they found who they were looking for, taking another victim. Only they weren't expecting to find their sister standing over the body.

After knocking her out and locking her up, they summoned Crowley as soon as possible. It was like their lives depended on it, or really, it was their sister's life that they were worried about.

And when he explained the situation to them, they knew what they had to do.

With a whine, Adriadne awoke in a strange room. Filled with walls of file cabinets and Enochian or Latin symbols. She tried to rub at her head, where that damn vase had been thrown at her, but she noticed she was chained down. Usually, she wouldn't have an issue with chains; she could break through steel, and they were so satisfying when some human tried to escape them. But not only were these not steel chains, they were iron. And they had warding signs carved in them.

Fucking hunters.

Surprisingly, if there was any human she didn't entirely detest, it was hunters. They were more robust than the rest and really knew what the real world was like. But they were after her, so now, they had to die. Slowly, bloody, painfully.

"Welcome back, jackass," A voice she recognized said. The same voice threw the vase at her however many hours ago. It was the shorter of the two, but he had the more resounding voice. They were tall for humans, but the other was way bigger. Gigantor also seemed like he was friendlier, the dumbass.

She had heard of the Winchester brothers in Hell. Sam and Dean, she believed their names were. Two brooding brothers with mommy and daddy issues that jumpstarted the apocalypse. Then they fixed it and sent Lucifer back into his cage with Michael. They'd been in and out of hell themselves a few times. The only humans to ever accomplish such feats.

Clearly, they weren't stupid, but goddamn, were they annoying.

Sam was younger but a bit more book-smart, and Dean was the older but sarcastic one. She vaguely knew they had a thing for dying for each other, but that only made her roll her eyes like she so often did at these creatures.

"Dean," Sam scolded.

"And what a warm one at that. You ever have people over?" She groaned. The boys didn't respond, both just shaking their heads. They started pulling stuff out of a cooler, and she read what it said on it with a scoff. "Human blood? You're seriously gonna try and cure me?"

"Yep," Dean deadpanned.

"Oh, please," Adriadne drawled as her head fell back on her shoulders. "Spare me."

"You're a demon, Mo," The youngest said, like it was the worst thing in the world she could be. "We're not just gonna leave you like this."

"Mo? Who the hell is Mo?"

"Morgan," Dean explained, his voice monotone but somehow angry at the same time. "Our sister. The human that you used to be. So we're doing what we should'a done years ago. And saving you. Even if it is from yourself."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah," Sam quipped, annoyed. "Crowley said you wouldn't remember."

"Crowley's the one that-"

"We know," Dean said. "Just shut up."

I didn't even know the Winchesters had a sister, Adriadne thought. But to hell if she wanted to become a damn human. Why would she even consider it? "Ever think maybe your sister wouldn't wanna be saved?"

"Doesn't matter." The oldest Winchester remarked, his voice flat. "You don't get a choice."

With a huff, Adriadne chuckled darkly. "Just let me go do what I wanna do. I don't bother you; you don't bother me. So what the hell do you care?"

"What do we care?" Sam asked, almost dejectedly. He shook his head, not dignifying her with a response, and started pouring holy water around the devil's trap. Reciting the Latin to start the ritual, he grabbed a needle, loaded it up with human blood, and handed it to Dean.

Adriadne looked at her supposed brothers, she didn't even know their birth order. She knew Dean was the oldest and Sam was the youngest. But where did she fit in the lineup? "You got anything stronger in there? Some heroin? Meth? Maybe it'd really make me feel somethin'."

"Don't worry, honey, you're gonna feel a lot."

And before she could fight it, he put the syringe in her arm and pumped the blood directly into her arm. She could feel it coursing through her veins, traveling through her bones, her arteries, her cells. Weaving its way throughout her body like an itch you can't scratch. Involuntarily, she let out a loud roar, a demonic roar, of pain. This damn human blood did not agree with her.

"Look," Sam said as both brothers backed away from her. "We've got a whole bunch more of these to go. You could make this a lot easier on yourself."

"And just in case some part of you gives a crap, we got your blood type."

"You wanna know something?" Adriadne asked, but a new wave of pain from the human blood cut her off. She groaned but wouldn't let it cut her off too long. She was a demon, after all, and pain had never been something she feared. It was something she admired, longed for, craved. "The part of your sister that cared died a long time ago."

Five times, the Winchester brothers had streamlined her with human blood. They didn't say anything when they came in this time, silently injecting her with round six. Like it was the only thing keeping them from breaking.

Adriadne was a demon; she knew that. But now things were becoming a little muddled. There had been small things, small tidbits of images popping in and out of her brain.

They weren't like dreams or nightmares. They were more like poorly done movies of being beaten by someone she was supposed to call her father. Dreams of fighting with her siblings, where even they'd beaten her - but also when she fought back, and they took the beatings themselves. She won and lost over and over, losing the fight when Sam left them for school, winning when Dean tried to get her to stop seeing her high school boyfriend, losing when Dean took away the knife he gave her, and winning when she eventually stole it back. She remembered watching their so-called father yell and scream, practically torturing who she was told were her brothers. She remembered not being able to do anything about it.

She saw herself hunting other creatures - not humans, but monsters. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, djinns, banshees, rugarus. She saw herself taking beatings from them, nearly dying from her injuries several times. She saw herself lose her virginity to a sweet guy from her high school at the time. She saw herself take that night and turn it into a string of drunken one-night stands.

She saw her father coming home drunk almost every night, beaten up. She saw herself patching him up, giving him stitches when necessary. She'd been the one to set her brother's bones when they were broken or dislocated. She'd have to be the one to reset her own because none of them were as good as she was at it. She saw the woman who was supposed to be her mother burn to death on a ceiling as her older brother - a toddler himself - pulled her and her little brother to safety.

And she remembered her father dying, making a deal with a demon to keep his oldest son alive and breathing. Then she remembered doing the same thing for her younger brother.

"You're the Winchesters," Adriadne drawled. "You're hunters. So am I an idiot to assume what you're gonna do once you realize this won't work? You think you got the stomach for that? Killing the girl you think is your sister?"

"We're not worried," Sam denied. "Because we've done this before."

It had been nine hours, nine injections of human blood in her veins, and she could name nine parts of her body she could barely move. She hadn't felt so useless since she was on the rack, and even then, she had a purpose. To postpone, to make it as long as she could. Alastair had given her a choice. Stay on, deal with the consequences, or get off, and then do it to someone else who deserved it too.

She had been at the end of her rope; her soul was already ripped to shreds. And then they healed her and broke it again.

The humans deserved it - that's what she was taught.

But then, why was I the one on the rack? I'm not human.

Yes, I am. Or...I was.

No. My name is Ad-Adria-

She had been having so many memories over the last several hours. But they had to be dreams; she didn't remember them belonging to her. Of the Winchesters, of growing up on Earth, of being a part of an admittedly screwed-up family.

My name is-

"How you doin', Mo?" That was Sam, her…younger brother, she had remembered. The memories were like a plague, keeping her sedentary in a time she had long forgotten. A time, she didn't know if she wanted to go back to or not. It was a time when she cared about them, about humans in general. A time when she had the ability to care.

Mo. Morgan.

She was confused when they called her that. She didn't know how to describe it. But something was weird about that name. These were people that she knew before she went to Hell. People she loved. People she would've sacrificed everything for. People she did sacrifice everything for.

"It doesn't feel right," She rasped, shaking her head as much as possible. Which, apparently, was not a lot.

"No, shit," And there's Dean.

"When you call me that," She explained, despondent, trying to blink away the new memory attempting to take hold of her reality. "It doesn't feel like my name."

"Well, what is your name?"

She didn't know. Adriadne was supposed to be her name. Morgan was supposed to be her name. How could someone not know their own fucking name? It was the most basic form of identification. Even demons had names. A new wave of pain hits her, and she grips the chair with all her strength. It wasn't a lot; she was so weak. But then another memory took over, and she wasn't even in that room anymore.

"What is your name?" He had asked, his voice cold and unemotional. The girl only shook her head in response, knowing what was coming with her answer. "You will answer me when I speak to you, girl.

"Morgan," She choked out, tears already rolling. "Morgan Winchester."

"You don't deserve my last name." Before she could blink, her cheek was stinging, and she was on the motel room floor. More tears fell involuntarily at the searing pain, at the blood dripping down her face from his ring. She flinched at the hand he rose again, but no hit came. Instead, he laughed - a heartless and calculating laugh. Like it was amusing watching his thirteen-year-old daughter cower at his feet. "You are no Winchester."

He was ready to strike a second time when someone got in the way.

"Get out of the way, Sam."

"No," his little voice announced. She could hear the emotion in his words as he continued. The little ten-year-old was scrawny, even smaller than she was. "She knows what she did. You don't have to hit her again."

Ignoring the boy, her father turned back to Morgan, practically looking through her little brother. "So this is what you've come to? Making little Sammy fight your damn battles for you?"

She looked him straight in the eyes; the green they usually held was almost black in the room's dim lighting. She had seen this so many times when he was angry, when a hunt didn't go his way, when his children disobeyed him. When she did something wrong.

"Boys," Her father called, ordering them to shut up and listen. Dean took his hands away from his face with a wince. Sam winced, too, backing away from his father. Nearly crashing into her. "Take this as a learning opportunity. We fight our own battles in this family. And we don't rely on other people to do it for us."

And with that, Sam was pushed out of the way, and he was on top of her.

"Dad," She gasped, finally back in the present but staring into space. Both brothers' heads shot up at the recall. "He was- he was mean."

"Yeah," Dean agreed, making her eyes lock on his. The whites of his eyes were red like the mention of his father had him holding things back. A storm was brewing behind his eyes, one he wouldn't let come to fruition. "He had his moments."

"He was so mad all the time," The girl croaked, her voice breaking even more. She was lost, not looking at them. Keeping her eyes down, they darted back and forth as she practically stared through the flesh and bone before her. "Watch out for Sammy. Make sure Sam's safe. Don't let anybody touch Sammy. If anything happens to him, I'll know whose fault it is." Her older brother only nodded, but Sam's eyes fluttered back and forth between his siblings. Like he was realizing something he hadn't before. "We were always watching out for Sammy. Who- who watched out for us?"

"Well, for one, Sammy watched out for us. And I watched for both of you, and you took care of us."

"I took care of you?"

"Yeah, Mo, you did," Sam said plainly.

"But I-I went to-" She denied, not entirely believing them. "I went to Hell, and now I don't know anything. You're my brothers? My family? My family tortured me. They-they're the ones that put me on the rack."

"Is that what they told you?" Sam asked, bewildered.

"I saw it!" She roared. Everything came back to her in waves, and not like a movie this time; these were memories. She knew it; she couldn't question it. "You hurt me- you- you touched me." She finally looked up at them, unable to hide the tears. She shook her head, trying to shake away the red, the blood, the screaming, the agony. "You- you- family isn't supposed to do that!"

Sam and Dean stared, their faces pale and drained. They didn't hide their emotions - like she remembered they did so often. They wore it plainly on their faces. Sam was a mixture of deep regret and sorrow. Dean wasn't just angry; he was simmering with rage.

"Now, you listen to me," Dean ordered, and she could almost hear a trace of their father in his voice. He leaned against the arms of her chair - her current prison - and gave her a stare that kept her captive in his gaze. "I went to Hell, too. They did the same thing to me. It. Wasn't. Us. And I know you don't believe that. But you will. Eventually."

When he finished, she nodded. He was wrong. Some part of her did believe him. The conviction in his words, the way he didn't bother to hide the angry tears in his eyes. Some part of her - a minuscule part - hoped he wasn't lying. That her family was still there for her. That maybe, even after everything that had happened, they would hold her when this was all over.

At her slight confirmation, he nodded, too, and stepped back, giving his younger brother room for the next shot. Sam came forward and quickly, without hesitation, put the syringe in her arm and pressed down.

"I don't even know my own name."

Sam didn't balk at her words. He just shook his head and gave her a small, barely there smile.

"You will."

"I don't wanna be human," She cried. Eleven injections in, she could feel the human blood becoming her own. Integrating into her bones, her DNA changed with every second that passed. Her power was draining, and she didn't like it. She was returning to who she was before Hell, the young girl with daddy issues, with two brothers who loved her - but could never get along with.

"Humans are weak, they- their emotions, it's too much," She continued, shuddering. "They feel too much, they don't see how useless they are. How- how small they are. There are eight billion of you, and all of you think you're the most important one. You all think you have some fucked up purpose, that there's something more you can do with your pointless little lives."

"No one here is gonna tell you that being human is a walk in the park," Sam said, his voice calm and steady as if he was expecting her to say this. "But it is better than being a demon. Than killing for no reason. Because even if you don't believe it, I believe we do have a purpose. Maybe it's a tiny one, maybe you're just supposed to be here to make someone else happy. Maybe you're here to teach someone a lesson. Maybe you're here to save the world." His words got light at that, like it was an inside joke, and Dean let out a small laugh. But just because you don't know what it is or can't see it doesn't mean you don't have one."

Before she could respond or give any words to the contrary, he put the needle in her arm and gave her the twelfth shot.

Morgan Winchester opened her eyes. And they were black. She could feel it, feel the remnants of Hell in her eyes. But as quickly as it came, it went. And as they cleared, she groaned. It was a strange feeling, but she felt lighter. Like there wasn't as much weight on her shoulders as before. Her eyes were blue again, like the sky people loved to stare at. Then she remembered she was human again. She was just a young girl again, not a demon, not a monster.

And then the weight returned. Only this time, it was even heavier, as if someone had tied an anvil around her neck and thrown her into the ocean. She remembered everything. Her life, her father, her mother, her brothers, Sam dying, her dad dying, her deal with a demon, Hell, being tortured, then turning around and doing the same, becoming a demon, becoming Adriadne, taking a joyride upstairs, murdering so many innocents. Then, being in here, the crowded but well-protected safe room in some place she had no knowledge of.

She could see her brothers a few feet away. Sam stood in front of Dean, holding a flask - their postures were identical. Tight and reserved, with their brows furrowed and their feet cemented into the floor.

Her face contorted into a question, and she greeted them with their names. She didn't know what else to say. But before she could speak again, Dean threw whatever was in the flask at her face.

Water. Water. Water.

And without needing a second to think about it, Morgan realized it was blessed. Holy water. They were putting her through one final test. To see if their work had paid off. When it didn't burn, sizzle, or boil her skin, her brothers let out a deep exhale of relief. Then, so did she.

"Welcome back, Morgan."

#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x ofc #sam winchester x oc #dean winchester imagine #sam winchester imagine #bobby singer #team free will #castiel

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Hi, I just wanted to drop by and say that I really like your "The yanderes of Nevermore" story. There's not enough self insert content for Nevermore, which is a shame since it's such a good webtoon. I wanted to ask you, based on the given backgrounds for the darling in Nevermore, have you envisioned specific spectres for them? Ex: Lenore's darling was kidnapped by her before their death, so maybe the darling's spectre is related to being a captive?

it's shame there isn't much nevermore content to begin with, tbh, so i wouldn't be surprised if i was the first to do self insert of it(tell me if you find more tho, the craving for new content is constant)

In the beginning I hadn't been as far as to give a spectre for the reader, but your ask got me thinking so I brang out the fantasy nerd I am and searched for potential spectres. Also, since i haven't figured out their deaths, I gave most of them a spectre that matched tehir yandere's.

So Lenore's darling was killed by lightning, so their spectre would be lightning related. They would have the form of a chinese dragon, often associated with weather. It's type would be Benevolent.

Annabel's darling would be a puppet, as they are always under her manipulation and gaslighting. It's type would be Malevolent.

Duke's Darling would be a poltergeist, which is at it's core a troublemaker, very befitting for the darling's personnality. It's type would be Neutral.

Pluto's darling is a mouse. It's kinda obvious with the cat/mouse relationship, but I think it fits the darling, as they are sweet and kind, who are mouse attributes. It's type would be Benevolent.

Eulalie's darling is a creature that ressembles Frankenstein's monster. It's a very peculiar monster who would certainly peek her interest. It's type would be Neutral.

Berenice's darling would be a moth person (mothman but gender neutral), as some kinds of bats feed off moths. It's type would be Neutral.

Morella's darling is a saint martyr. I'm not very well versed with christian mythology, but a guardian angel must be used to protect them. It's type would be Benevolent.

Ada's darling is a siren, who is known to lure people by singing about their deepest desires. Knowing Ada, she wouldn't last long before falling into her darling's charms. It's type would be Malevolent.

Prospero's darling would be a dove harpy, to accentuate the symbolism of death in his spectre and of life in the darling's. It's type would be Benevolent.

Montresor's darling would be a nymph. In greek mythology, satyrs often chase nymphs, and satyrs have goat legs, like Montresor. It's type would be Benevolent.

Will's darling is Medusa. Will is already devoted to Montresor, who has a snake's tongue, so it would only make sense for him to fall for a literal snake. It's type would be Malevolent.

Merry and Mourn's darling doesn't have a spectre. The deans use their position of power to subdue their darling, so they wouldn't like for them to gain some weapon that could help in their escape.

So yeah, these were my thoughts. It was fun to get into my old mythology books and to search for potential spectres, thank you for the ask!

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sibling showdown…

(warnings. angst.)

The night was thick with tension as Sam and Dean Winchester stealthily moved through the dense woods. Their flashlights cut through the darkness, revealing twisted branches and ominous shadows. The brothers were on a relentless pursuit to rescue their younger sister, Jenna, who had been kidnapped by a cunning skinwalker during a routine hunt.

A rustle in the bushes ahead put them on high alert. Dean tightened his grip on the silver knife, and Sam silently loaded his shotgun. The woods seemed to come alive with whispers as they closed in on the creature's lair.

Suddenly, a chilling howl echoed through the trees, sending shivers down their spines. The brothers exchanged determined glances, knowing that time was of the essence. Jenna's life hung in the balance.

The trail led them to an abandoned cabin hidden in the heart of the forest. Cautiously approaching, they heard Jenna's muffled cries from within. Dean kicked open the door, revealing the skinwalker looming over their sister, who was bound to a chair.

Without hesitation, Sam unleashed a barrage of shots with his shotgun, forcing the creature back. Dean lunged forward, slashing at the skinwalker with his silver knife. The battle was fierce, each sibling fighting with unmatched determination to save Jenna.

Amidst the chaos, Jenna managed to free herself and crawled to safety. Sam and Dean relentlessly pursued the skinwalker, cornering it in a dimly lit room. The creature snarled, its eyes flickering between the brothers.

As the final showdown unfolded, Sam recited an incantation, invoking the power of ancient spells. Dean seized the opportunity, plunging the silver knife into the heart of the skinwalker. The room was filled with an otherworldly wail as the creature disintegrated into dust.

Breathing heavily, the siblings gathered in a tight embrace, relieved to have Jenna back unharmed. The moonlit night bore witness to the unbreakable bond of the Winchester family, forged through countless battles against supernatural forces.

As they exited the cabin, the dawn painted the horizon with hues of orange and pink. The brothers, victorious yet weary, led Jenna through the now serene woods, ready to face whatever challenges the next hunt would bring.

The aftermath of the skinwalker encounter lingered like a haunting memory for the Winchester siblings. Jenna, grateful for her brothers' unwavering protection, couldn't shake the fear that clung to her like a shadow. Sam and Dean, ever vigilant, sensed the weight she carried.

Days passed, and the trio found themselves holed up in a rundown motel. Jenna sat on one of the beds, gazing out the window as the rain pattered against the glass. Sam approached, his concern etched across his face.

"Hey, Jenna, you holding up okay?" Sam asked, his voice soft.

Jenna nodded, but the haunted look in her eyes spoke volumes. "It's just... I never thought I'd be the one needing saving."

Dean entered the room, a tray of coffee cups in hand. He sat down beside Jenna, offering her a cup. "We've all been there, sis. What matters is we got each other's backs."

As the rain outside intensified, the siblings huddled together, recounting stories of past victories and losses. It was a ritual, a way to heal the wounds inflicted by the supernatural. In those moments, the Winchester bond grew stronger, a beacon against the encroaching darkness.

Their next case led them to a small town plagued by mysterious disappearances. Unbeknownst to them, a malevolent force lurked in the shadows, orchestrating a sinister plot. The Winchesters, driven by duty and determination, set out to unravel the town's dark secrets.

As they delved deeper into the investigation, the siblings faced new challenges and unearthed a conspiracy that went beyond anything they had encountered before. The threads of the supernatural tapestry intertwined, weaving a narrative that would test their limits.

In the heart of the town's abandoned asylum, the Winchester trio confronted a formidable adversary. The air crackled with tension as they prepared to face a malevolent entity that thrived on chaos. The shadows of redemption loomed, and the Winchester legacy continued in the unending battle against the forces that sought to plunge the world into darkness.

The eerie silence of the abandoned asylum was shattered as Sam, Dean, and Jenna faced the malevolent vampire lurking in the shadows. The air grew thick with tension as the siblings squared off against the supernatural foe, ready for the impending battle.

The vampire moved with blinding speed, dodging Sam's strikes and countering Dean's attacks. In the chaos, Jenna found herself ensnared in the creature's vice-like grip. Panic flickered in her eyes as she struggled against the vampire's strength.

"Let her go!" Dean bellowed, his silver knife gleaming in the dim light.

The vampire, reveling in its advantage, chuckled darkly. "You Winchesters always think you can control the narrative, but fate has a different plan."

With a swift motion, the vampire sank its fangs into Jenna's neck, draining the life force from her. Horror and desperation gripped Sam and Dean as they witnessed their sister succumbing to the vampiric curse.

Time seemed to slow as the siblings faced a gut-wrenching choice. Jenna's transformation into a vampire was imminent, and they knew the consequences of such a fate. The weight of the decision pressed heavily upon them.

In a moment of shared determination, Sam and Dean locked eyes, silently communicating the unbearable decision they had to make. With a heavy heart, Dean raised his silver knife, ready to end Jenna's life before the vampire's curse took hold.

However, in a surprising turn, Sam intervened, seizing Dean's arm. "There has to be another way, Dean. We can find a cure, break the curse. We can't give up on her."

The struggle between hope and despair played out on their faces as they grappled with the impossible choice. The vampire, sensing the internal conflict, reveled in the chaos it had sown among the siblings.

The echoing sounds of the impending decision resonated through the asylum, leaving the Winchester trio at a crossroads that would reshape their lives forever. The echoes of their choices would linger in the haunted corridors, as the shadows of destiny loomed larger than ever before.

The abandoned asylum echoed with the haunting aftermath of the life-changing encounter. Sam and Dean, faces etched with the weight of their decisions, hastily carried Jenna back to the dimly lit motel room. The once-familiar haven now felt like a battleground of emotions.

Jenna lay on one of the beds, her skin already bearing the pallor of transformation. The vampiric curse coursed through her veins, threatening to extinguish the last remnants of her humanity. Sam and Dean paced the room, their minds racing with conflicting thoughts.

"We can't just let her turn," Dean grumbled, frustration evident in his voice. "It's a death sentence."

Sam, however, couldn't shake the glimmer of hope. "There has to be a way, Dean. We've faced impossible odds before. Maybe there's a cure, a way to reverse the process."

As they deliberated, Jenna's eyes flickered open, now reflecting the crimson glow of a nascent vampire. She weakly raised her hand, her voice barely audible. "Guys, whatever you decide, I trust you. Just promise me one thing."

Both brothers turned their attention to Jenna, their expressions a mix of sorrow and determination.

"Promise me you'll always protect each other," Jenna whispered, her plea hanging heavy in the air.

The gravity of the situation settled upon the room, each passing second marked by the impending transformation. Sam and Dean exchanged a solemn nod, their unspoken commitment to Jenna echoing through the silent motel.

Realizing the urgency, Sam fervently began researching vampire lore, seeking any clue that could lead to a solution. Dean, torn between pragmatism and loyalty, kept a watchful eye on Jenna.

The room became a crucible of emotions, a battleground not just against supernatural forces but within the hearts of the Winchester siblings. As the motel's flickering light cast shadows on their strained faces, the bond that held them together faced its most formidable test.

The brothers knew that whatever decision they made would fracture the fragile semblance of normalcy they had clung to. In the face of the supernatural, destiny loomed large, and the Winchester legacy hung in the balance.

The motel room was cloaked in an atmosphere of uncertainty as Sam continued to sift through ancient texts, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope. Jenna's transformation progressed, her once vibrant eyes now betraying the ominous crimson hue of a vampire.

Dean, unable to bear the tension, approached Sam. "Any luck finding a cure?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of anxiety and impatience.

Sam sighed, his eyes scanning the worn pages. "It's complicated, Dean. There are mentions of rituals, but they're risky, and success isn't guaranteed."

As the brothers deliberated, Jenna's condition worsened. Her strength waned, and the hunger that accompanied the vampiric transformation gnawed at her insides. She mustered the strength to speak. "I can feel it, guys. The change is happening fast."

A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant hum of passing cars. The brothers shared a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the agonizing decision that loomed over them. In that moment, they understood the gravity of the pact they were about to make.

Dean, steeling himself, approached Jenna's bedside. "We can't let you become a monster, Jenna. We won't."

Jenna, though weakened, managed a faint smile. "I trust you, Dean. Do what you have to."

The brothers exchanged a solemn nod, their unspoken bond resonating through the room. Dean raised the silver knife, his hand trembling with the weight of the impending choice. Sam, conflicted but resolute, placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder.

In a heartbeat, the room became a crucible of fate. The shadows of the night bore witness to the Winchester brothers' unwavering commitment to protect each other, even when faced with the most heart-wrenching decisions.

As Dean made the painful cut, severing the connection between Jenna and the darkness that threatened to consume her, a solemn pact with the night was forged. The room echoed with the echoes of sacrifice and determination, and the brothers, bound by blood and choice, faced the unknown path that lay ahead.

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x little sister!reader #sam winchester #supernatural #littlesister!reader

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Kind of a Buddy of Mine

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It’s been sixty-five days since they left Alliance, and Cas is still seven inches tall. He's the one thing that Jesse Turner didn't put back to normal before he took off for greener pastures, and Dean figures he's holding a grudge. On some level, he can’t really blame him. Cas did try to kill the kid, after all. Still, it does seem kinda harsh to have left Cas looking like G.I. Joe’s Corporate Cousin for the rest of forever. With the apocalypse looming, Dean is determined to find a solution.

Sitting at a bar in Harrisonburg, Virginia, Dean slips Cas from the inside pocket of his jacket and carefully turns him around in his hands. He’s not sure why he’s bothering. It has to be two dozen times that he’s checked him over for some clue he missed this week alone, and it's not as though something new is going to just pop into existence after two months of nothing, but... well. The latest lead they had went absolutely nowhere, and he’s gotta do something.

It's been sixty-five days, now. He’s trying not to worry that this is gonna be permanent. He’s really fucking trying.

Since they left Alliance, he and Sam have checked out anything and everything that looked like it might have been remotely connected to Jesse in the hope that if they could just talk to him again, they might convince him to put Cas back to normal. Every single time it’s turned out to be something else.

First time was pixies. Second was a witch. Their latest lead, the one that first brought them to Virginia a few days ago, ended up being the work of some kind of malevolent trickster whose entire shtick was making you think you'd almost achieved some long-wanted goal, just to rug-pull and create utter chaos once he had you on board. Worst possible hunt they could've found themselves on right now, as far as Dean's concerned. He's fucking wiped. Mentally exhausted. One more false lead away from straight up having a total emotional breakdown.

Sam didn't even argue when Dean said he needed to grab a drink before he could think about packing up their motel room. He'd just nodded, and clapped Dean on the back, and headed for the passenger seat, still smelling faintly of lighter fluid thanks to the sage-and-flambe method it had taken to deal with their monster of the week.

That was all of twenty minutes ago.

Now, Dean is ordering beers at the first bar they happened upon, while Sam is outside in the parking lot finishing up a call with Bobby, his collar turned up against the lightly falling snow.

At least, Dean plans to order beers, just as soon as the bartender stops chatting up some other patron at the opposite end of the bar. Until then, he takes the time to look at Cas some more. Carefully, he raises and lowers his arms. Lifts up his coat to check if there's a clue hidden in the lining.

When he turns him back around, he notices a smudge of something on his face, high up on his plastic cheek bone, just below his bright blue left eye. Dirt, maybe. Or ash from the hunt. Dean licks the pad of his thumb and gingerly rubs it away, only remembering after he’s done it that Cas might very well be conscious of what’s happening. He grimaces.

“That never happened,” he mutters, just in case, and hears a snort from behind the bar. When he looks up, he finds the bartender has finally come to take his order. He's looking at Dean with a raised brow and an amused tilt to his mouth.

“Nice doll.”

“He’s not a doll,” Dean says, a little sharper than he intended, and the guy’s eyebrow lifts even higher. Right. Probably not the best thing to say if he doesn’t want to seem like a weirdo. He clears his throat and makes a cursory attempt at backtracking. “He’s, uh. It’s an action figure.”

[keep reading on Ao3]

#deancas fic #destiel fic #cass writes fic #spn fic #the deancas of us all #crack treated seriously #imogenbynight

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milkb0nny · 7 months

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Dean Winchester x Female Nephilim (OC)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester face multiple struggles after Lucifer was freed by Sam. Now they try to stop the archangel, staying in a city in Wyoming. Before dealing with the clues Bobby left them, they find themselves in a local nightclub, trying to live a normal life for this single evening. Surprisingly the younger sibling meets an unusual woman...

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As the hellish flames parted that one night, Lucifer emerged from the depths of his prison, his malevolent presence casting a chilling shadow over the world once more. With God's absence, Heaven and its angelic soldiers stood alone, powerless against the impending resurgence of the hellish bloodshed. Coming with destruction and hatred, demons celebrated the rising of Lucifer and are now on a free run. Darkness, crimson skies, pain and agony foretold a grim future for the planet.

While angels tried to stop the devilish archangel and his companions, more and more people died. Innocent souls got trapped into the almighty plans, leaving a long trail of sorrow behind. There seemed to be no respite, no redemption, no glimpse of peace on the horizon. Catastrophes burned cities down and killed not only humans but everything else. Among the turmoil two hunters were stuck: Sam and Dean Winchester. The news of Lucifer’s rising still haunted the brothers. The mistrust in Sam and the constant flashbacks of hell penalize Dean deeply, only damaging him more. Still, they couldn’t resent each other and stayed together to continue their horrifying journey.

They fought to save their world, often concealing in looking death in the eyes. Nothing was more exhausting than trying to save something nearly impossible. Stopping a celestial evil being seemed undoable for two humans who didn’t know if the Colt, a weapon which can kill many supernatural beings, worked on Lucifer. As the siblings pursued the elusive tracks left by demons, their journey led them to a relatively modest city nestled in the heart of Wyoming. Rock springs was their current stay as they tried to find new signs of demonic activity. Their motel was located at a near nightclub where students from the Western Wyoming Community College occasionally meet up to celebrate.

The evening they arrived at their motel, they quickly decided to pursue a normal life this night. Sam and Dean longed for one peaceful, colorful night where they spent a normal time without any demons, ghosts or angels. The relentless life of supernatural hunters had its moments of weariness, and occasionally, they both found themselves questioning their unwavering dedication. Some days were easier manageable as others but the impact of their job always stuck on their backs. Dean himself suffered a lot. He felt responsible for all the people that died along their journeys and the experiences in hell, including the massive amounts of guilt, hunted him. The relentless guilt he harbored became a constant companion, a shadow he could never fully shake. The dirty blonde wasn’t in an acceptable state at all but avoided talking about it. Despite the numerous offers from his brother he remained silent about what had happened in hell. However Sam contained hopeful towards his brother’s closed attitude.

That day they left the motel behind, getting into the Impala and driving to the local nightclub. The nightclub wasn’t particularly big but filled to the brink; students reveled in their leisure time, the elderly engaged in heated conversations at the bar and others simply flooded their stressful days with alcohol. A typical club it was which was perfect for the Winchesters. Dean searched for a lovely company though he found himself sitting at the bar just some minutes after arriving. Sam on the other hand fought through the dance crowds, letting himself go for this single moment. Usually he didn’t enjoy clubs as much as he was occupied by current affairs. Relaxing was a difficult task for him since he entered the life as a hunter. Perhaps it was his deep desire to be a typical student in this very moment, as the influence of alcohol carried him effortlessly across the dance floor. Upon his free mind he ran into a shorter person. Surprised he quickly turned around, apologizing hysterically. He reached his hand out as a proper help to get them back up. A soft hand clung onto Sam’s hand and the woman stood up, fixing her shirt.

The hunter was immediately trapped in her bonds. Her light blonde hair framed her face like a golden halo, accentuating her exquisite beauty. Hazel eyes, a mesmerizing blend of earthy greens and warm browns, focused on the tall man. Realizing the handsomeness of the stranger a red flush rushed over her sweet face. Maybe the alcohol caused her to be more oblivious than usually. On the other side Sam felt intrigued by her charm, wanting to know her. Building new relationships was not typically his thing, but on this particular night, he was embracing the freedom to shed his worries.

“Oh, um... I'm so sorry I bumped into you,” Sam apologized once again after calming down a little. The woman chuckled silently .

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry!”

“But you hurt your ankle, didn’t you? God, it bended right a lot.” Sam expressed his worries, pushing his apology on her. He had witnessed how she fell and her way down the floor looked painfully enough.

“Yeah but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Really, don’t worry about me!”

She reassured him, though she herself felt a bit overwhelmed by the unexpected encounter. Her ankle really bended into an uncomfortable position but shortly after standing up she couldn’t feel any more pain.

Due to her unique heritage she healed in less than a few seconds, making her resistant against physical damage. The woman in front of the Winchester wasn’t an ordinary human - in truth she embodied a rare celestial being. She was born of infernal lineage, a being residing at the intersection of angelic and demonic forces. Usually hunted down by angels who exterminate unfaithful children between either angels and humans or angels and demons. Despite her extraordinary nature, the blonde longed for something most take for granted: a normal human life. Situations where she realized how fast her powers work, she resented herself more.

“Still,” Sam gathered his courage, “would you perhaps... want to go for a drink with me? On me, of course.”

He awkwardly smiled and was met by her nodding. This request was just the opening of a hurtful future. Both, unaware of their indirect connection, went up to the bar and sat down at the edge of the counter. Dean watched them silently from the other side, his usual cheerfulness dimmed by an inner struggle he was grappling with this particular evening.

“I apologize again,” Sam’s sighed, “What do you want to drink?”

His gaze lingered on her crimson lips as she gently nibbled on them while contemplating her choice of drink. . Her gaze met his as she responded.

“I’ll go with some soda, really. I don’t think I can take some more alcohol or else I’ll end up having the biggest hungover tomorrow.”

Sam placed the orders, surprised by her simple wish.

“How long have you been here today?”

She scratched her neck, recalling the time she had entered this club.

“About two to three hours? I usually meet up with some of my friends but they ditched me. Like it is with these college students. But wait,” she fixed him with a scrutinizing gaze, her expression slightly suspicious “before I tell you all about my life, what’s your name?”

Sam's heart quickened with her newfound interest, relishing the feeling of a more carefree time from years past. He replied in a soft, welcoming tone.

“My name is Sam. And you?”

A delicate blush tinged her cheeks “Nevaeh but you can call me Nev.”

As their drinks arrived, they each took a sip, the beverages marking the beginning of a conversation that held the promise of deeper connection. The music in the nightclub changed from a fast, thrilling beat to slow romance songs. It was that enchanting time of the evening when couples danced on stage, lost in each other’s embrace. As the slow soft tones rang through the club, Sam thought about a proper conversation topic. The music interrupted his thought process, leading him to comment on the acoustic atmosphere.

“This music reminds me of my Highschool years,” he remarked with a self-deprecating chuckle. “It's kind of terrible, haha.”

“I must agree. An hour ago they played the nicest music. You know, like the really old Metallica hits? I absolutely love them!”

Her expression radiated genuine passion for her musical taste, and Sam couldn't help but smile as he listened. He straightened his back and leaned in, supporting his head with his hand.

“Oh yeah, my brother is into that as well.” He remarked.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “I bet he’s amazing then! I rarely listened to music before which is why I come here so frequently.”

Sam's clothing was unpretentious, exuding a rugged, survivalist charm that somehow suited him perfectly.

“Not as amazing as you think really,” Sam replied with a modest laugh. “He can be a handful at times.” Sam cast a glance in Dean's direction, observing his older brother.

Dean led his cold guard down, flirting with the bartender to kill the time. Sam knew this was his brothers coping mechanism. His older brother seemed quite inebriated, a contrast to Sam’s more composed demeanor. However, she decided not to press further, respecting his moment of introspection. Suddenly, drowned in his thoughts, the man let a frustrated sigh out. The realization hit Sam as the following day this peaceful encounter would only be a memory he desired to continue. The peace he so desperately needed was seated right in front of him, yet he couldn't hide the turmoil that dwelled within him from the observant blonde.

“You don’t seem too excited. What’s up?”

Her soft, melodious voice cut through the turbulence of his thoughts. Though he didn’t want to burden her with his current issues. It would be impolite to talk about his worries shortly after they met.

“It’s nothing really.”

Sam tried to cover his decreasing mood, failing gracefully. His company raised her eyebrows in disbelief and inspected his sad expression more detailed. Surely she wouldn’t pressure him to reveal his concerns but lying is quite a harsh response.

She pushed him a little, trying to tickle his matters our of him. “Come on, you can talk to me. After all, I’m just some stranger. Sometimes, it's far easier to unburden your struggles onto someone you don't know than a loved one.”

“It’s just that life is really draining me at the moment.”

Sam relented, his guard slipping as he began to explain. Her hazel eyes remained fixed on him, attentive and understanding. Cautiously, she examined his every gesture and posture, intuiting the exhaustion and stress that clung to him. Sam felt her care so he got comfortable enough to pursue his worries.

“Some weeks ago I did something unforgivable. The thing I did impacts nearly everyone and I feel so guilty. Somehow my gut is telling me that my brother resents me and regrets certain decisions. On top of that we hardly get a break.”

Sam confessed, his voice carrying the weight of guilt that had settled on his shoulders. Nevaeh’s eyes narrowed a little, trying to see through him.

“Have you tried apologizing? I mean, a genuine apology that reflects how much you care about the people you've hurt?” She leaned in, supporting her head with her arm, and offered a soft, reassuring smile as she sipped her soda.

“I did but…,” Sam hesitated for a moment, avoiding her gaze. There were parts of the story he was reluctant to share. His company noticed and thus lied her soft hand down on his.

“You don’t need to push yourself,” withdrawing her hand to brush a few disheveled golden strands from her face. Her golden strands suffered through this rough night of partying and therefore looked messy. “Though I must admit I’m in a similar situation. My family hasn’t been as… welcoming as I hoped. I currently struggle to find a secure, lovely place to stay.”

“I’m sorry for you.” Sam replied, his expression reflecting genuine sympathy but Nevaeh waved it off, still, clearly suffering under her unfortunate relationships.

“It’s alright. After a long time of darkness light can only come.” She chuckled even though the woman didn’t feel like laughing at all.

“May I ask what you do now? Like, do you need a place to stay or something?” Sam inquired, his words unintentionally coming across as suggestive

“No, not in that way.” She replied. Her expression was confused but she remained interested, even with such a vulgar request.

Embarrassed, the young man hysterically shook his head.

“No, no sorry! I meant a place where you can like… stay without any issues. Not sleep with anyone - it came off in such a weird manner.” He tried to politely apologize and was met by a sweet chuckle.

“Oh, alright haha. It wouldn’t be the first request from a man.”

She clarified her standpoint, putting him at ease. Nevaeh enjoyed the chill evening conversation but somehow she couldn’t shake the feeling off that something - or rather someone - was watching them. In all honesty the woman disliked that unfamiliar yet threatening feeling.

“Do you also…feel watched?” She asked him bluntly.

In a moment of surprise, Sam scanned the surroundings, only to meet the unwavering gaze of his older brother, Dean. The Winchester sighed and gifted Dean an expression to question his brothers stalking behavior. With a resigned sigh, Sam redirected his attention back to the woman's question, ultimately agreeing.

“Apparently, my brother's keeping an eye on us. I assume he wants to go back to our motel. Want to come say hi?”

Sam extended an invitation, his tall figure casting a protective aura..

Although his seemingly younger company was weirded out, she still approved, finishing her glass and waiting for Sam to pay. After all, this unexpected connection had blossomed because of Sam literally bumping into her. They left their seats, coming over to the saddened male. Nevaeh was pleasantly surprised to find an attractive man in front of her. Dean had a distinctive presence, contrasting with his brother. He had a square jawline and a strong, chiseled face that gave him a rugged and handsome look. Despite the gruff exterior, his appearance also carries an air of charisma and confidence. Nevaeh hated to admit but she was fond of him. Sam’s brother let go from the whiskey glass.

“Sammy, looks like Mr. Serious is finally letting loose.”

Sam laughed awkwardly. “Seems so. Do you want to head home already?”

The shorter Winchester nodded in exhaustion.

“Yeah, we’ve got a long day upon us. I don’t wanna be a mood killer but I think you should come with me. A good night's sleep has been a rare luxury.”

Sam concurred, casting a glance at the woman, the smallest figure among the trio. Nevaeh smiled innocently, putting her phone into Sam’s hand as a demand for him to save his number. She didn't want to inconvenience them or deprive them of their much-needed rest. Sam, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture, blushed slightly and cleared his throat as he carefully entered his information into her cellphone.

“Well then,” her sweet voice rang through the small space between the brothers, “I’ll wish you guys some amazing sleep. Let’s meet for a coffee next time, Sam. I feel like I owe you something.”

Nevaeh giggled affectionately, casting a loving glance back at Sam before gracefully returning to the dance floor. Her night would continue its vibrant rhythm until the sun painted the sky with its warm light. The brothers looked after her before slowly picking up the way to their shaggy motel.

On the ride back to their shabby motel, Dean couldn't shake the feeling of odd familiarity he had with the woman. There was something about her that tugged at his memory, though he couldn't quite pinpoint it. Nevertheless he decided to not bother about it and teasing his younger sibling.

“You got a pretty chick. I didn’t expect that from you.” He remarked with a cocky smile, teasing the brown-haired man even more.

Sam, growing increasingly irritated by Dean's playful insinuations, responded, "It's not like that, Dean. I just happened to bump into her. She seems like nice company, that's all."

Dean chuckled in disbelief, convinced that Sam had already carved out a special place for her in his heart. Surely they’d meet up again and perhaps it could develop into something. Though the younger didn’t have these obsessions as he was glad to simply have a relaxing chat. However, Sam, while appreciating her beauty, modesty, and charm, had no intentions of letting romantic feelings develop. He viewed her as a friend and nothing more, contrary to his brother's assumptions. With that being said their relationship would have to continue but Sam wasn’t sure if they’d meet again. Nonetheless, he hoped for it, and so did Dean, in his own way.

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