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asgardianhusband · 2 years

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|Supernatural|Guys reacting to you Coming out as Trans(FTM);

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A/N; This one was one of my Favorite Requests ngl c: I Hope you enjoy it! [I didn’t include John bc #Johnwinchestersucks sry but not sry] as a Trans guy this hit me like harder then i expected. also sorry for any spelling errors :) <3

CW: Mentioned Dysphoria, mentioned violence ?

“Hey Dean? I need to talk to you, it’s important.” You walked towards him, your eyes were pointed at the Floor and your Hands started to shake.

“What is it?” He turned around and gave you a knowing look, Dean always knew when something was up.

You took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes “Dean, I’m not a girl. I’ve known for some time now but I was to afraid to say something, I want to be a boy!” Your eyes immediately looked away, you were to scared to see the look on his face.

Before you knew it, Two strong arms were wrapped around you Hugging you tightly. “I’m so happy for you, My dude.” He gave you a kiss on the forehead and smiled, It was a genuine smile and felt so good to see on his face. “So What should we call you now? Something like Dean jr?” He laughed and laid a hand on your shoulder, a smile formed on your face when you told him your name.

“Y/N, that’s my name.” He patted your shoulder softly while giving you up and down look. “Well Y/N seems like we need to go shopping for you, but for now-“ he paused and walked up to his bag with clothes, he searched for a bit and then threw a shirt and flannel your way. “Here, it’s gonna suit you just fine boy.” He turned around to give you a big smile. “Thanks, Dean.” You said before leaving the room to change in your new clothes.

When Sammy first started to notice how uncomfortable you looked in your clothes, He gave you a shirt of his and said that you might grow into it someday. He wasn’t really shocked when you cut your hair or started to change your appearance to look more masculine, He was actually the one to come up to you and ask:

“Hey, You? Uhm Do you want to tell me something?” Sam asked while he looked at his Laptop, you were sitting across the table playing with you hoodie. “What would I want to tell you?” you haven’t had the courage to come out not because you didn’t trust him but more because it would be difficult to be seen as a Hunter by some people.

“Maybe a new name? A day when you want to get some fitting clothes for yourself?” He looked up and smiled softly, your eyes widened as you looked at him. “N-name?” You weren’t aware that he knew what was going on, you thought if Dean didn’t notice why would He?.

“Come on, I see how you’re struggling. Do you really think I’m that blind? You can always trust me, I’ll always be here for you.” Your eyes were tearing up at that assurance coming from Sam, he stood up and went over to squat down before you. “Hey hey, look at me. It’s all gonna be okay.” He laid his hand on you cheek and wiped away a tear.

“My name is Y/N and I want to be a guy.” You said proudly, Sam’s face showed pure happiness. “I’m so proud of you Y/N, that was very brave of you dude.” Sam stood up and held his arms open, you immediately stood up and hugged him. He patted your back and for the first time in a long time you felt very good in your own skin.

“Hey Kiddo, give me the wrench will yah?” Bobby asked while he Worked on the motor of his current car, you gave him the wrench he asked for and continued to stare at the blue-grey sky. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked concerned as he looked at you while closing the engine hood, He had that worried father look on his face that you knew way to well by now. You didn’t know if he would accept you, he was born into the older generation so he might not support it? Maybe he would abandon you for being different? Maybe he would think you were just as bad as the other monsters that you had to face everyday.

“I have to tell you something but I’m scared you won’t accept it or you will hate me.” You said while looking down at the ground trying to keep your tears from spilling, He put the wrench down and laid his hand on your head. “Nothing that you could tell me would ever change my opinion about you, Idjit.” He removed his hand as your head lifted up to look at him, now was the time. “I want to be a boy, I spent so much time convincing myself that it was a phase but I’m absolutely sure.” You said with confidence before your feelings boiled up and your eyes started to tear up.

“Hey hey, don’t start crying now! You know I can’t see you cry, boy.” He hugged you and held you in his arms, The way he said boy made you feel Butterfly’s in your stomach, it just felt so right to hear that. “Tell me son, what’s your name?” Your smile was genuine when you heard him say son. “Y/N, that’s my name.” He slowly ended the embrace and gave you a big smile, He was so proud of you for telling him. He doesn’t quiet understand it yet but he will make sure to learn and adapt to your situation. “Alright Y/N, I think it’s time for you to learn some important men stuff.” He chuckled and gave you a pat on the back.

When you first approached Castiel you worried about his judgement, since you did Love him a lot and didn’t want him to hate you. Your nervousness could be seen all over your body, Shaky hands, No eye contact, not standing still, these were all signs that cas knew way to well. „Is there something wrong?“ His soft voice echoed through your mind as you came back from your thoughts, You nodded and took a deep breath.

„Castiel, there is something that I need you to know. I‘ve been struggling with this for a long time now but I didn’t know if you would still accept me or if you even understand what I mean but-„ He stopped your ramble by Laying his hand on the side of your Face. „It’s okay, You don’t have to explain right away. Just tell me, there will never be something that will change my View of you.“ those words felt so good in your mind, He always knew how to calm you down when you were about to go loco.

„I‘m a Boy, cass. I want to be who I truely am, I don’t want to be The person you were introduced to.“ Cas tilted his head as if he was confused but then gave you the most genuine smile you‘ve ever saw. „Of course you are a boy, I knew that already. I‘ve been waiting for you to announce a new name, what will it be?“ You smiled and tears of joy rolled down your face, Cas used his thumb to rub away one of the tears. „It’s Y/N.“ he nodded approvingly and gave you a kiss on the forehead. „Welcome Home Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you.“ he opened his arms and you embraced him tightly. You never expected him to be this accepting but you hoped for it, He was way to important to you and you just didn’t want to loose what you two had.

If there was an Angel That you genuine liked then it was Balthazar, he might be a sarcastic and mean one but he was very fun and chill to hang out with. He never judged you not even once, You killed a lot of his brothers and sisters before but it was necessary most of the time. You‘ve felt like it couldn’t go wrong when you out yourself to him and well that feeling turned out to be right.

Just as you walked into his ‚Secret Hideout‘ aka a mansion somewhere in nowhere when He appeared in front of you smiling like he knows something that you don’t. „Look before you start, I know you don’t like surprises but-„ you stopped him by giving him a ‚what did you do‘ glare, He sighed and smiled again. „Look i know what you want to tell me, I may or may not have catched you practice your lines last night.“

He took your hands and gave them a squeeze „Y/N was it?“ this right there was the moment you realized you aren’t strong enough to stop your feelings from embarrassing you, your eyes started to tear up quickly. Tears of pure joy and relief ran down your face as Balthazar pulled out a tissue out of his pocket to give to you. „Don’t cry Darling, there is no need for that.“ after you wiped your tears away, He looked at you concerned. „There might be something that could help you.“ he snapped and a Binder appeared in his hand, he held it out to you and smiled. „This will make your everyday a little more comfier, but take it off after 8 hours max if not I will.“ He said serious before a chuckle left his mouth, You hugged him as a thanks and went to the bathroom to test your new binder out.

„Huh?“ you entered your motel room just to find A package on your table and you didn’t put it there before you left. „Hello?“ you shouted to make sure that no one was there and when there was no answer, you approached the package with care and tried to read a name but there was only a Small piece of paper on top. You picked the paper up and unfolded it just to read „Miss me?“ you were confused but then you heard wings move and before you knew it someone shouted „Surprise!“ which startled you into a fight position, you turned around just to relax after you saw the Archangels face.

„Hey baby, did you miss me?“ he said mockingly before taking your hand, His expression went from happy to serious. „Something is different, What happened to your Hair? And is that a Stubble?“ you haven’t seen Gabriel after his ‚Death‘ And before that you weren’t able to come out since you had other things that troubled you, you started your transition about 2 months afterwards and since then you‘ve been changing into your true self. „Gabe, there has happened so much. The only thing that matters is that I found my true self and I’m happy with that!“ you said in defense, you‘re so used to defending your choices against others but there was no need for it this time.

„Hey hey Pumpkin pie, no need to get defensive.“ he smirked as he placed his hands on your shoulders. „You might change but your feelings are the same, aren’t they?“ He said in a soft tone while giving you puppy eyes „Yes, They are. I‘m Y/N by the way.“ you said smiling, The trickster cupped your face in his hands and kissed you quick before letting go. „Y/N, this is how I greet my Boys.“ he laughed mockingly before throwing himself onto the bed „come on open the box, it’s a big surprise!“ You did what he asked for and we’re quite surprised that it was full of Food and goodies, he knew exactly how grateful you were even if you just let a „thanks“ out.

„Hello L/N, Nice to see you again.“ He said charming as ever, You stood in front of him with Teary eyes. „Hello Crowley, I want to make a deal.“ His expression changed into a serious one, he approached you to stand closer to your face. „What happened?“ He asked as he looked at your Black eye, You put your hand in front of your eye. „Nothing, it’s not important let’s just get this over with!“ you said demanding, He didn’t move at all while starring at you. „Alright, What is your wish?“ „I want to be a Men, Like beard and testosterone and everything!“ He raised his eyebrows in Surprise, he did all kind of jokes on you when he first met you like ‚Are you supposed to be a man?‘ ‚Oh look it’s my favorite boy‘ but he didn’t expect you to ask him that neither that you would be willing to make a deal with him for less then what your soul is worth. „A men? Listen here this is not happening okay? Your soul is worth so much more then To appear masculine for others.“ His voice was As low and gravely as ever „Tell me who did this to you, now!“ He put his hand against your cheek to hold your face in place, The worried and yet angry lokk on his face made you feel sad. "Look i can fight my own fights against others crowley, Just please help me with this one. i can´t fight this anymore. Everyday is getting harder and i´m just suffering more and more." You let out a sigh, You tried to get on hormone therapy in a legal way but they denied it after two appointments. " I Will make a Deal with you but you can keep your Soul for now." He said in a calming way that made you relax for once. "I don´t understand, Why would pass up this opportunity?" he gave you a soft smile "Because i want you to be happy, we will do this together alright? no going off alone anymore." you nodded and he came closer before you gave him the sealing kiss. Suddendly your body changed and everything felt so right, after you thought it stopped you walked to the nearest Mirror/Glass to see your true self standing infront of you, the boy that you´ve alway been. "So how about a new name, hm?" You turned around with happy tears running down your face "Y/N.. that´s my name.." You hugged him tightly "Alright Y/N, i´m happy you can finally be happy as yourself." and before you released him out of the hug you whispered a soft "Thank you.." it made the demons heart melt...

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from-my-gabriel-notebook · 2 years

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Feathered pillow

Word count: 798

Balthazar, a bottle of champagne and a flute in his hands, was casually walking through the dark house, lost in thoughts.

Since you had forbidden hooks up while you and the Winchesters were exploiting their welcome at one of their safe houses, he had no choice but to turn to his second favourite way to spend some time and indulge in some other form of hedonism. In other words, spending the night in the Jacuzzi with some expensive drink.

Yet, while walking past the game room, something in the corner of his eye made him stop and lured him in.

He still wasn't used to seeing his brother with his wings out.

Gabriel was sitting cross-legged on the big couch that took most of the space of the room, fully involved in his current race in Mario Kart.

That wasn't surprising. The youngest archangel had always been full of energy, never unmoving for long, and since sleeping wasn't really an option for them, he had to find alternative ways keep himself busy. Balthazar doubted he had any annoyance at being stopped from finding someone to spend the night with, and, while Gabriel was probably not aware of the why, Balthazar didn't have to wonder the reason for his change of habit.

He was, hower, surprised the volume the game was at. While it was more than enough for their supernatural hearing, it was low enough that a human would have had difficulties in catching it. Could it be to not disturb those hunters? Knowing the Trickster, it was more likely he would keep it loud just to annoy them.

Too add to the list of oddities, he noticed that his wings weren't moving as they should. To be precise, they weren't moving at all.

While Gabriel was putting his whole body in the curves of the game, leaning this and that way like one must do in the turns, he was also making a considerable effort on making sure his wings stayed fixed to their spot, even stretching them to make sure they stayed still.

He took Balthazar only a couple of steps inside the room to have both his questions answered.

Of course.

He couldn't see it until he was closer, the couch and his brother's wings obscuring his view, but really, who else could make him act with such care?

You were sitting on the couch too. Surely you must had been playing as well, racing against his brother as usual, until you had grown too sleepy to make a decent opponent and decided to just sit and watch him beat his own records instead. Now the joystick laid abandoned on your lap, as you rested with eyes closed and soft breaths in your sleep.

And putting all of you weight on one of Gabriel's wings, basically using it as a pillow.

Pillow and blanket, Balthazar corrected himself, watching amused how said wing was curving protectively around you body.

He so wanted to take a picture, but who knows where the Archangel would have sent him if he did. Their perfect memory would have to do, but the teasing possibilities lowered considerably without a physical proof to show others. The pity.

But apparently their Father wanted to repay him for this wrong – or He was tired of those two and He was trying to give you an hint (in which case, good luck, you were both far too oblivious for something as subtle as this to work) – because, as he watched, his brother put too much energy into a turn, leaning a little too far on the side and making the couch give under his movement. Gravity worked its magic and your body followed until you ended up with your head in his lap.

Gabriel froze (sending his little pilot off the road and straight off a cliff) while you, true to your nature, shifted until you were comfortably hugging his legs.

He slowly rose to a straighter position, and the situation was reversed, with his wings being the only part of himself he allowed to move. Balthazar couldn't keep in a snicker. A death glare was immediately shot in his direction, but it's effectiveness was tampered, with how still he was trying to be, only his wings occasionally twitching.

The younger angel raised his hands, bottle and all, in a placating gesture and walked out of the room smirking. Stillness has never been Gabriel's strong suit, so he would soon grow restless and would have to either snap or carry you to your room. No doubts on which one his idiotically pining brother would pic.

And despite how much Balthazar would have loved to see that, it was wiser to remove himself from the Trickster's wrath.

And anyway, there was a Jacuzzi waiting for him.

Author's note: Hi there! First of all, if you've read this far, thank you. Second, yes, this work is basically the same of the one on @dream-your-own-stories , but not to worry! That is still me. I decided to rework it a little and post it here so to have them all in one place. Okay, that was all, bye!

#gabriel x reader #reader insert #spn #spn gabriel #supernatural #Balthazar

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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Wings Wednesday

Today will be dedicated solely to all of our favourite angels of supernatural (and nephilim of course). Send me your requests, your opinions, or your favourite scene with them! Really whatever you want.

Just let us give them some love💕

#castiel x reader #gabriel x reader #lucifer x reader #balthazar x reader #jack kline x reader #supernatural #angels #wings wednesday #requests open for them

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dontknowanyclevernames · 2 months

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Hey, would anyone like to do a Supernatural (TV Show) Rp?

I’m only interested in doing CC x CC so no OCs. I enjoy platonic and romantic pairings. This list is just some pairings that I’m more interested in doing but I’m definitely up for suggestions. I’m also a sucker for rare pairings. I’m not picky with plot ideas.

Pairings

-Dean Winchester x Castiel

-Sam Winchester x Castiel

-Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester (platonic)

-Sam Winchester x Gabriel

-Dean Winchester x Gabriel

-Adam Milligan x Michael

-Castiel x Gabriel

-Castiel x Crowley

-Dean Winchester x Crowley

-Dean Winchester x Arthur Ketch

-Arthur Ketch x Michael Davies

-Sam Winchester x Balthazar

-Anna Milton x Ruby

-Charlie Bradbury x Gilda

-Charlie Bradbury x Jo Harvelle

-Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves

-Charlie Bradbury x Hannah

-Hannah x Anna Milton

-Jo Harvelle x Anna Milton

-Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills

-Meg Masters x Ruby

-Ruby x Anael

-Castiel x Anna Milton

-Meg Masters x Castiel

-Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

-Dean Winchester x Anna Milton

-Dean Winchester x Bela Talbot

-Sam Winchester x Rowena MacLeod

-Sam Winchester x Bela Talbot

-Sam Winchester x Ruby

-Castiel & Jack Kline (Any Rp with Jack will be platonic ofc)

-Dean Winchester & Jack Kline

-Sam Winchester & Jack Kline

Muses

-Castiel

-Dean Winchester

-Samuel Winchester

-Jack Kline

-Gabriel

-Adam Milligan

-Michael

-Michael Davies

-Arthur Ketch

-Crowley

-Meg Masters

-Ruby

-Hannah

-Anna Milton

-Jo Harvelle

-Bela Talbot

-Claire Novak

-Kaia Nieves

-Charlie Bradbury

-Donna Hanscum

-Anael

#supernatural #spn rp #spn #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #roleplay #roleplaying #ships #destiel #sabriel #megstiel #other ships #bxb #bxb roleplay #bxb rp #gxg #gxg rp #bxg

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Who I write for/Rules;

This is a list of fandoms and characters I write for (some may be missing) and some rules, if you’re curious about a fandom or character please message and I’ll let you know if it’s someone I’ll write for or not! If you’re looking for prompts please search the tag Lokittys prompt list

THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY NO SMUT DO NOT REQUEST IT AS THE REQUEST WILL BE DELTED IMMEDIATELY!!

Please if you’re requesting use some manners, say please and thank don’t demand I write something from you

This blog is for all ages, do not be hostile towards any member of this blog as you will be told to remove yourself immediately and if you don’t I will remove you, hate will not be tolerated this is a safe space regardless of age, sexual orientation, gender/pronouns, disability and such

If you’re wondering about a request you have but you’re worried or confused if I’ll write it or not or you’re just curious please reach out through inbox or asks and I’ll let you know! I write both romantic and plutonic requests for a wide range of characters!

Some things I will NOT write include; teenage pregnancy, smut(or related themes), underage!reader x older characters (these will ALWAYS be plutonic either a parental or sibling relationship). If you’re wondering about anything else just message! 💜

Fate the winx saga

- Saul silva

- Farah Dowling

Avatar

- Jake

- Neytiri

- Quaritch/ recom Quaritch

NCIS

- Tony

- Gibbs

- McGee

- Ziva

- Ellie

- Nick

- Jack

Criminal minds

- Hotch

- Rossi

- Derek

- Spencer

- Jj

- Emily

- Garcia

The mentalist

- Patrick Jane

Castle

- Castle

- Beckett

Lucifer (Fox)

- Lucifer

- Maze

- Chloe

- Dan

Chicago med

- Will

- Connor

- Ethan

Greys anatomy

- George

- Alex

- Derek

- Mark

Twilight

- Carlisle

- Esme

Harry Potter

- Sirius

- Remus

- Snape

Marvel

- Tony

- Clint

- Bruce

- Natasha

- Thor

- Steve

- Loki

- Bucky

- Logan

- Wanda

- Pietro

- Maria

- Phil

- Carol Danvers

BBC Merlin

- Merlin

- Arthur

- Gwaine

- Leon

- Percival

- Lancelot

BBC Sherlock

- Sherlock

- John

- Moriarty

- Lestrade

- Mycroft

Black butler

- Sebastian

- William

- Undertaker

- Claude

Supernatural

- Sam

- Dean

- Castiel

- Gabriel

- Balthazar

- Chuck

- Crawley

- Lucifer

- Jack

The witcher

- Geralt

- Jaskier

Brooklyn nine nine

- Rosa

- Jake

- Amy

The good doctor

- Melendez

- Shaun

Friends

- Joey

- Rachel

- Ross

- chandler

- Monica

- Phoebe

Teen wolf

- Derek

- Peter

- Melissa (plutonic only)

- Chris

- Parrish

- Noah (plutonic only)

Doctor who

- 9

- 10

- 11

- 12

- 13

- River

- Clara

- Rose

- Amy

- Rory

- Jack

Lord of the rings/the hobbit

- Bilbo

- Legolas

- Thranduil

- Elrond

- Lindir

- Thorin

- Fili

- Kili

- Aragorn

My hero academia

- Aizawa

- Mic

- Dabi

- Hawks

Blue exorcist

- Mephisto

- Amiamon

Demon slayer

- Rengoku

Tokyo ghoul

- Yomo

- Uta

Durarara!!

- shizuo

Skyrim

- Vilkas

- Farkas

Ackley bridge

- Mr Evershed

- Mrs Carter (plutonic only)

- Mr Bell

The vampire diaries

- Damon

- Klaus

- Elijah

- Finn

the watcher

- Ryan

- Shane

911

- bobby

- Buck

- chim

- hen

- Athena

- Maddie

- Eddie

Downton Abbey

- Thomas Barrow

- Anna

- Tom Branson

- Mary

- Sybil

- Edith

- Mrs Hughes (plutonic only)

Kingsmen

- Merlin

- Eggsy

- Harry

Bones

- Booth

- Brennan (bones)

- Hodgins

- Angela

- Sweets

Buffy the vampire slayer

- Angel

- Giles

The walking dead

- Rick

- Daryl

- Negan

- Glenn

- Rosita

- Carol (plutonic only)

- Gabriel

- Aaron

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noforkingclue · 1 year

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If requests are still open I would love a Supernatural Crowley x reader where he is extremely overprotective of the reader

If he is a character you are willing to write for of course!!

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course I write for him! Give me Crowley, Gabriel and Balthazar over Sam, Dean and Cas any day!

Hope you like the fic!!!

Title: Protecting You

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You blinked rapidly as the bag was roughly pulled from your head. You looked around the room as you tried to figure out where you were. Your hands were tied tightly behind your back and you winced when you pulled a bit too hard.

“Easy love. Didn’t bring you here just for you to hurt yourself.”

“Crowley?”

“You expecting someone else?”

The ropes snaked free from your wrists and you stood up quickly, the chair clattering to the floor behind you. You glared at the demon who looked unimpressed as he clicked his fingers and the chair righted itself. You rubbed your wrists and looked at Crowley suspiciously. Crowley held out his hand and you took a step away from him. He sighed and when you blinked he was right in front of you.

“Only trying to help, love.”

“Bullshit.”

Crowley took your hands with surprising gentleness and inspected the marks. He sighed and shook his head. He trailed a finger along them and before your eyes the marks healed.

“If you want something done always best to do it yourself.” He said

“What are you talking about?”

“Told them to be gentle. Well,” Crowley shrugged, “As gentle as a bunch of demons can be.”

You pulled your hands free and said,

“You didn’t answer me questions.”

Crowley’s hands hung in the air for a second before he lowered them. He clicked his fingers and two drinks appeared.

“Drink?”

“Do you really think I’d trust anything you’d give me?”

“Such a flirt.”

“Fuck off.”

You folded your arms and walked around the room. No door, no windows. You grimaced as you tried to think of an escape plan. No doubt the Winchester’s would’ve realised you were missing by now and would come looking for you. Maybe that’s why you’re here, as a bargaining chip. The thought made you wrinkle your nose.

“That isn’t why you’re here.”

You looked over at Crowley sharply. He was lounging in a chair and swirling his drink around. He raised an eyebrow at you and gestured to the chair opposite him.

“You reading my mind?”

“Body language, pet.”

“Don’t call me that. Why-“

You cut yourself off and mentally cursed yourself for letting your guard down. It was always best not to ask too many questions, especially when it came to demons. They’d twist their answers and give you what you thought was a straight answer but in reality was anything but.

“Why what?”

“Nothing. It isn’t important.”

“You thought it was important enough to ask. So do so.”

“Crowley-“

“Ask.”

“Why am I here?”

Silence fell over the two of you. Crowley took a sip of his drink and look away. You clicked your tongue and Crowley looked back over at you.

“And this was why I didn’t ask,” you said, “Because I knew you wouldn’t answer. Or if you did you’d give me some bullshit answer.”

“Sit.”

“I don’t want to.”

In a flash you were in the chair opposite him. You tried to stand up but you couldn’t move despite not being tied up this time. Crowley, however, remained standing. He walked behind you and you resisted the urge to look around and keep him in you line of sight. You stiffened when you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“So tense,” he said, bending down and brushing his lips against your ear, “For me?”

“You wish.”

“Only of you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“It’s worked in the past.”

“Not with me.”

“Shame,” Crowley’s fingers rubbed against your shoulders, “But everyone has an in.”

“Seems like you’re taking your time finding mine. Must be losing your touch.”

“Or maybe I just enjoy your company.”

“Is that why I’m here?”

Crowley gripped your chin and tilted your head back.

“You’re here,” he said quietly, “Because I have plans and it’s too dangerous for you to be where I can’t see you.”

“Touching. Never knew you cared so much about me.”

“Care,” Crowley seemed to sneer at the word, “Just keeping an eye on what is mine.”

#fanfiction #supernatural #reader insert #request #crowley #crowley x reader

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vaginadentatacas · 1 year

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#guess who has polls now #spn #cursed rarepairs

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electromignion · 1 year

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Comfort Snacks (OS - AO3 - Gabriel x platonic!Reader)

Link to the fic

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Gabriel & Reader

Characters: Gabriel, Reader

Rating: General Audience

Words: 1,107

Synopsis: Y/N feels down as they stay in another motel room but the unexpected apparition of an archangel might change that.

Tags: Platonic Relationships, Friendship, Hunter!Reader, depressed!reader, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Pet Names, Hugs, Snacks & Snack Food, Movie Night, Platonic Cuddling, Fluff, slight mention of Balthazar, slight mention of Dean and Sam, Comforting Gabriel (Supernatural), Gender-Neutral Pronouns, gender-neutral!reader

#supernatural #spn #spn fic #gabriel x reader #platonic #gender neutral reader #spn fanfic #one shot #comfort #fluff #depressed reader #gabriel #spn gabriel #fanfic #x reader #platonic reader #platonic relationships #cuddles

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professuntothelord · 7 months

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☆ made this blog separate from my main so that i could post 24/7, uninterrupted supernatural! this isn't a side! you can find both more spn AND all my spn art over there 👉👉

☾ blog name from 6x22, "i'm your new god. a better one. so you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your lord. or i shall destroy you." <- godstiel

✮ all round cas girl (gn) with dean girl leanings!! trueform!cas enjoyer, autistic!cas enjoyer, likewise with jack enjoyer, destiel enjoyer, meg enjoyer, etc ! no terfs, w*nc, etc...

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☆ s1 / s2 / s3 / s4 / s5 / s6 / s7 / s8 / s9 /s10 /s11 /s12 / s13 / s14 / s15 / deleted scenes / scripts

✮ cas / dean / sam / jack / meg / charlie / jo / eileen / rowena / crowley / jess / ellen / claire / kaia / ash / belphegor / balthazar / adam / michael / casifer / mary / billie/ kevin / bobby / rufus / anna / cain / uriel / amara / pamela / aaron / death / hannah / garth / ruby / benny / gabriel / cassie / ishim / anael / john / chuck (will add other characters as they show up in my posts!!)

☆ dean x cas, tfw, tfw 2.0, cas parenting, dean parenting

✮ art / parallels / reunions / autism / gender / grace / wings / trueform / honey cas / endverse / purgatory / post-canon / cas being a bitch and/or serving cunt / later seasons cas

#i have a whole blog where i post spn & fanart but i've got . woahhh quite a lot of followers over there #i just want somewhere more quiet where i can cas post :]

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cleaverqueer · 10 months

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So what are your supernatural ships? :3

YES IT WORKED HAHAHA

Thank you for asking anon :D theyre a little unconventional, but my faves would have to be

✨Crowley/Gabriel (no wait come back they'd be so good i prommy, i mean come on, the freakiest demon x the freakiest angel??? you will never convince me they arent already banging) (also add in Balthazar for funsies bc theyd be fun together :>)

Dean/Alastair (self explanatory)

Dean/Benny (more as a fling but still VERY CUTE)

Crowcifer is also very funny bc theyd annoy the shit out of each other so its mostly a hateship but i still like it

Drowley and Crowstiel are fun too, and i always liked Megstiel cause she deserves a bf like Cas

theres more im sure but these are the ones im always thinking of off the top of my head

#supernatural #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK

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rp-partnerfinder · 12 days

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Please be 21+ to interact!!!!!

About Me: 21+. She/Her. EST (GMT-5). I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I do, however, like to stick to Tumblr for plotting and don't give out my Discord handle until I'm sure we'll be writing together. I write in third person, past tense and usually around 200-400 words. I do not double and work full-time Monday through Friday so daily replies will not happen. I try my hardest to get them out within 2-3 days. It all depends on how my work week is going. When it comes to plotting, I generally like to hear back from people within 2-3 days. When it comes to writing threads, I don't mind just 1 reply a week.

What I'm Looking For: I recently started a rewatch of Supernatural and would love to get some threads going. I'm only looking for MxM ships at the moment. Mainly canon x canon pairings but I will take OCs into consideration. I'm open to discussing whatever as far as plots are concerned. As long as the idea makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it. I prefer romantic pairings and don't mind/encourage writing smut/NSFW topics. But, if you'd like to keep things clean and/or platonic, I'm okay with that.

I'll be listing my main muses (on the left) and my favorite ships for them (on the right). I'm open to discussing other ships and, as mentioned above, possibly doing something with OCs with them.

Alastair - Dean

Arthur Ketch - Mick, Dean, Gabriel, Cas

Azazel - Sam, John, Lucifer

Balthazar - Sam, Cas

Benny Lafitte - Dean

Chuck Shurley - Sam, Dean, Lucifer

Crowley - Dean, Bobby, Cas, Lucifer

Dean Winchester - Alastair, Ketch, Benny, Chuck, Crowley, Gadreel, Cas, Garth, Lucifer

Gadreel - Dean, Sam

Lucifer - Dean, Sam, Chuck, Nick, Cas, Crowley, Azazel

Mick Davies - Ketch, Sam

Special Note: While I'm open to writing against an OC for any of them, I'm particularly interested in doing so with Chuck or Lucifer and have vague plots in mind for either of them against an OC.

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

#21+ rp #supernatural rp #supernatural roleplay #mxm roleplay #mxm rp #mxm #roleplay #rp #roleplay search #rp finder #roleplay finder #1x1 rp #fandom rp

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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Another Wings Wednesday has begun!

The ask box is open for the angels of supernatural

#jack kline x reader #castiel x reader #balthazar x reader #gabriel x reader #supernatural #wings wednesday

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rphunter · 13 days

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Please be 21+ to interact!!!!!

I'll be listing my main muses (on the left) and my favorite ships for them (on the right). I'm open to discussing other ships and, as mentioned above, possibly doing something with OCs with them.

Alastair - Dean

Arthur Ketch - Mick, Dean, Gabriel, Cas

Azazel - Sam, John, Lucifer

Balthazar - Sam, Cas

Benny Lafitte - Dean

Chuck Shurley - Sam, Dean, Lucifer

Crowley - Dean, Bobby, Cas, Lucifer

Dean Winchester - Alastair, Ketch, Benny, Chuck, Crowley, Gadreel, Cas, Garth, Lucifer

Gadreel - Dean, Sam

Lucifer - Dean, Sam, Chuck, Nick, Cas, Crowley, Azazel

Mick Davies - Ketch, Sam

Special Note: While I'm open to writing against an OC for any of them, I'm particularly interested in doing so with Chuck or Lucifer and have vague plots in mind for either of them against an OC.

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

#takexthisxlight #supernatural roleplay #supernatural rp

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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Daryl x reader - no angels here

Part 9:

You stayed in Daryl’s arena while you cried, neither of you were sure how long it had been but eventually you stopped sobbing and you slowly sat up.

You cleared your through, wiping your face with your hands and you took a small breath.

“You wanted to know… there it is… there’s everything about me that I never told you.”

You glanced over at him, and averted your gaze, unable to look Daryl directly in the eyes.

“I got myself cast out of heaven, and now they’re coming back for me. I only have myself to blame, I know that, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let them come after anybody else to try and get to me.”

Daryl just nodded his head.

Placing your hands on your knees you pushed yourself up, taking yourself off to the other side of the room.

“The person you met was real, that was still me. It was a past version of me I thought had died years ago, but it was still me. I never lied to any of you, I just wasn’t exactly honestly and I am sorry.”

Sighing, you walked towards door.

“I’ll go when I know you’re all safe, I’ll take Balthazar with me too.”

He never stopped you as you went to leave, he simply just let you go, no doubt to where you had been sat this entire time.

Daryl just got up made his way back to his room, laying down on the bed as he tried to get some sleep.

Daryl spent the next few days just thinking about what you had said, but he was finding it hard to focus on anything knowing you were still around, so he decided to start spending most of his days outside the community, hunting or just scavenging.

Balthazar would insist on going with him each time, they wouldn’t talk, they would just keep their distance while Daryl did whatever it is he wanted to do.

You would always be standing on the wall when he left, and you would stand there as he came back.

You were almost like a statue, not moving as you watched over the horizon.

As they came back this time, Balthazar motioned for you to come down and you did, meeting them at the gate.

“What is it?” You asked.

“We had a… let’s call it encounter.” Balthazar sighed.

“What happened.”

Balthazar walked to the curb and sat himself down, and you knelt in front of him.

“They tried to attack me, Daryl attacked them, so they attacked him. They got me pretty good…”

“Show me.”

Balthazar lifted his shirt, showing you his side which was bandaged, but still bleeding.

“He did what he could.”

“Here.”

You unwrapped the bandage around his side, seeing the slowly bleeding wound.

Placing your hand over it, you waited a moment before moving your hand away to show that it had been healed.

“Did Daryl get hurt?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me.”

You nodded, standing up and you walked over to Daryl who was talking to Michonne and Gabriel.

“They’re getting closer.” Aaron said.

You stopped, turning your head to him.

“I know. I’ll sort it.”

You carried on making your way towards Daryl but the moment he saw you heading over he left, walking away.

You sighed, stopping in your tracks.

You tore your gaze from him, turning to Michonne.

“Do you know where the dead centre of the community is?”

“Why?”

“Because I can put up a barrier that’ll stop them from entering, but it has to be in the dead centre of the community otherwise it won’t work.”

Michonne nodded her head, gesturing for you to follow her so you did.

She took you to the centre of Alexandria and you took your jacket off, handing it to Balthazar.

Rolling up your sleeves you walked over to Gabriel, taking the knife from his belt and you took a deep breath.

Running the ballade over your palm, you walked in a circle until the drops of your blood connected.

Kneeling down, you placed your palm on the ground, and you closed your eyes.

You began to talk, but nobody could understand what it was that you were saying, your words not even seemingly like normal sounds to them as you spoke.

They didn’t see anything happen, but eventually you stood up, and the blood seeped through the ground leaving no trace it was there.

“This’ll stop them from entering, which means you’ll always be safe inside this walls, I can’t directly do anything about the walkers or other humans, they can still get in.”

“Why can’t you stop everybody getting in? Protect us for good?” Gabriel asked.

“It’s against the rules for us to directly involve ourselves in helping you, protecting you against what’s already on earth. However it if were caused by one of us, then I can get involved.” You explained.

You turned around to look at him.

“Even if I did say for example heal a life threatening wound inflicted by a Walker, it would just come back, it wouldn’t let me heal you.”

You clasped your hands behind your back.

“Some rules I simply cannot break, but I can indirectly help you in those situations. I can divert the threat, or guide help to you, even bring you to the help. As long as I’m not the one attempting to directly assist you.”

“That’s why you always gave us directions when we were outside the walls.” Aaron mumbled.

“Exactly, guiding you away from hordes or traps set by other humans.”

You turned around to look down the street.

“I need to go, but Balthazar can fill you in on everything.”

You made your way down the street, making your way to the house where you knew you would find Daryl.

He was inside, in his room with his back to the door as he changed his shirt.

You stood there for a moment, looking at him, taking in the scars that littered his back, and the small cuts that covered his side.

“They’re not going to stop bleeding.”

Daryl turned around to look up at you, and you saw one going across his stomach.

“Why the hell not?” He asked.

“Inflicted by celestial blades, they’re made to ensure that even if you got away you kept leading until you eventually bled out.”

You walked over to him, raising your hand and you trailed a finger along the cut, letting it heal into a thin scar.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and turned him around, doing the same to the other ones so they were all gone.

You let your hand linger on his chest before you moved it.

“You can do that but you won’t do the same for these?”

Daryl brought a hand up, touching one of the destroyed feathers on your wings and you flinched a little.

“I don’t deserve to let them heal, the state that they’re in is my own fault.”

“Show me.”

You looked at him confused.

“What?”

“Show me them.”

You looked at his face, his eyes locked with yours and you knew that he wouldn’t be giving up on this that easy.

Sighing heavily, you nodded your head, handing him a shirt so he could put it on.

Once his shirt was on, you left his room with him following close behind you, and you took him outside where the sunlight would light everything up better.

Standing in the garden, you turned to face him.

You took a deep breath, letting out a groan of pain as you stretched your wings out a far as they would go, which was pretty far considering the state they were in.

Daryl could see the sunlight bleeding through holes in the feathers, melting under the burned and missing ones.

Your feathers didn’t reach to the bottom of them like Balthazar’s did, the bottom of yours were featherless, and he could see the bone sticking out.

“Why are they like this?”

“Because this is what heaven did to me, in order to teach me a lesson. They set my wings on fire, over and over again until my feathers turned black, and they stopped healing like they were supposed to.”

He walked over, walking around you, looking at them from behind.

Reaching out, he watched as you flinched a little when he brushed his fingers over them.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Then fix them.”

“I can’t Daryl, if I do that then it takes away the punishment I deserve for what I did. I don’t regret any of the choices I made or what I did to in heaven, but I still deserved this.”

“Shut up.”

Daryl walked back in front of you.

“No you don’t, stop saying stupid crap like that.”

“I do.”

“No you don’t. Yeah okay you did some stupid shit, but you don’t deserve the kind of pain you’re putting yourself through day after day.”

You folded your wings against your back, and you looked at him, then averted your gaze.

“Fix them.”

“Daryl please…”

“Why are so convinced you don’t deserve anything good?!”

“Because I don’t! Because I never did!”

You clenched your jaw, turning away from him.

Daryl walked over, he placed his hand on your face, running his fingers along your cheek, and he finally took your chin between his fingers and turned your head towards him.

“Why do you think I never told you I loved you Daryl? Because I didn’t deserve anything good… and you deserved better than me…”

“I don’t get a say in that huh?”

“You don’t deserve someone like me Daryl, you deserve better…”

He let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, and he leant forward, brushing his lips against yours.

“Stop doing this to yourself idiot…” he whispered.

You leant up, placing your hand on the back of his head to pulling him down so you could kiss him properly.

It was a kiss that seemed to slow down time, that made everything else around you both freeze as you finally stopped dancing around your feelings with each other.

Finally you pulled away and you looked at him, your (E/C) eyes meeting his.

“You need to stop hating yourself so much…”

“I can’t…”

“You can.”

You shook your head slightly.

“I’ve hated myself for thousands of years Daryl…”

“That stops now.”

Daryl made his way back inside and you silently followed him.

You stood in the kitchen while he went through the cupboards looking for something.

“I’ve hated myself for thousands of years Daryl, I’m okay with that. But if something happened to you I would burn heaven down again, I would storms its gates and bring them all to their knees. I’ll start a riot if I have to to protect you.”

Daryl turned around.

“I don’t want that.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“You’re going to stay here, you’re going to stop hating yourself, you’re going to fix your wings and we’re going to show those fuckers that they’ll never get the best of you.”

Daryl walked over, taking your face between his hands and he kissed your forehead, letting you wrap your arms around him in a hug.

Your head rested on his chest.

Daryl hugged your back, mindful of your obviously painful wings.

“I’ll do what I have to in order to stop them Daryl… no matter what it is…”

He nodded his head knowingly full well that you would.

“We’ll figure it out. Like we always do.”

You nodded your head, and you both just stood there in a much needed embrace for the pair of you.

Things had changed, but Daryl could see that you were still you, you were still the person who got to know, the person he cared for.

You opened up to him and finally told him everything, but you were still you, you never abandoned him when he was less than kind to you, when he left you behind the walls, you were still there.

So, he wasn’t going to abandon you now, you two had been through too much for him to just walk away now

#the walking dead imagine #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x y/n #twd #twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n #twd imagine #Daryl Dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon imagine

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440mxs-wife · 8 months

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Treasure Quest, Chapter 4: Memories

Pairing: Captain Dean x Rhaya Payton (OFC, eventual) Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle. Mentioned: Captain John Winchester, Balthazar, Gabriel, Jack Kline, Garth, Crowley. Governor Darius Payton, Maxwell Kane and Ashton Kane (OMC’s). Isabella Payton (Rhaya's mom) and Carissa (OFC’s)

Word Count: 4379

Warnings: Angst, Sad!Rhaya, Illness/Death of Parents, Shipwreck, Homecoming, Jealousy, Scheming Stepmother

Series Summary: Rhaya Payton is the daughter of the governor of Ochana. She grew up listening to her father tell her stories of pirates and treasure maps. At a gala one night, her stepmother, Carissa, announces Rhaya’s engagement to Ashton Kane, a wealthy nobleman. Only problem is, no one checked with Rhaya first. After overhearing plans made by her fiancé, Rhaya decides to go on the run and stows away on Captain Dean’s ship. What will happen when he finds her?

This Chapter: This one's a little angstier, because here's where we learn a little more of Rhaya's backstory. What happened with her mother, how she got mixed up with Carissa and Lord Ashton. Also, the ship arrives in Alcaria to be re-supplied and for the crew to spend time with loved ones. But homecoming is a bit of a mixed bag, so to speak. Some hearts are reunited and it feels so good, others, well....there could be a bit of competition. Enjoy!

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During the week it took them to sail to Alcaria, home port for The Black Diamond, Rhaya got better acquainted with the crew. She spent more time with Jack on perfecting his sailor's knots, until he could almost work them in his sleep. She listened as Sam talked about his wife and offered her congratulations for the baby they were expecting, their first. She also assisted Garth in the galley with making meals for the crew using whatever supplies were on board.

Bobby kept her entertained with stories from the past and present crews of The Black Diamond under her former and current captains. Learning about Captain John Winchester gave Rhaya some insight into his sons and what their childhood was like.

But she most appreciated whatever details Bobby would spare regarding Captain Dean Winchester. She tried her best to disguise her thirst for knowledge about him as simple curiosity. However, she had a feeling that Bobby saw right through her every time he flashed that knowing smirk of his. That was usually when she would roll her eyes right back at him, only for her face to break out into a smile as he walked away.

Trying to keep her cool around the captain was made all the more difficult by their late-night encounters on the main deck when neither of them could find sleep. Rhaya took a bit more care in how she was dressed during these outings, not wanting to appear indecent or provocative. Though still comfortable, she tended to wear her flannel pajamas and robe or cardigan in place of her flimsier nightgown. Slightly more modest, and the pj's had also kept her warm in the cooler night air at home on Ochana and now while on deck of The Black Diamond.

It was becoming more of a challenge for Captain Dean to hide his growing attraction to his female guest and fellow treasure hunter. He looked forward to their nightly meetings and tended to arrive at their usual spot shortly after Rhaya. She definitely was no damsel-in-distress as he'd thought when they first met. Rhaya had certainly proven she could hold her own in nearly every situation presented to her.

Not only did her beauty captivate him, because a man would have to be blind to not notice how stunning she was. Her mind also intrigued him, with their midnight discussions covering a wide range of subjects, especially astronomy. It was obvious that her father placed a high value on her education, which Dean appreciated. This was not always the case with the other women he had met in his travels, where conversations usually involved gossip and fashion trends.

The one subject that Rhaya tended to steer clear of was her family, specifically her mother. With the mention of a stepmother, Dean was certain that her mother was no longer in the picture. However, Rhaya had never mentioned the whys and wherefores of such a circumstance, which made him all the more curious.

Dean himself was painfully aware of what it was like to grow up without a mother, with him and Sam having lost theirs at a young age. He could only imagine how difficult it was for a young woman to not be able to turn to her mother for guidance. Particularly when it was regarding uniquely female matters. Though Dean was certain that should an issue of that nature arise, Rhaya would handle it the only way she knew how, which was straight on and head first.

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The night before they were scheduled to reach Alcaria, Dean expected he would see Rhaya on deck for their usual midnight meeting. However, her behavior during dinner found him questioning that assumption. She didn't really eat much, just pushed the food around on her plate. At times she'd looked as if she was deep in thought and had trouble keeping up with the chatter going on around her. She ended up turning in early, with her deepest apologies to himself and the crew. Her early departure was much to everyone's dismay, since some of them were looking forward to catching a dance with her.

Long after the crew had hit their bunks, Dean was still wide awake. His mind would not let go of the notion that something was troubling Rhaya. He ran through the events of earlier in the day to see if a particular event was cause for concern. The only problem was, no single incident stood out from any of the others to explain her mood at dinner.

Jack was extra attentive today as she continued with his knot-tying lessons, though for some reason, her whole heart wasn't in it. Gabriel continued to flirt shamelessly with her, which was nothing out of the ordinary. Only Rhaya didn't fully rise to the occasion as she usually did with a scathing retort of her own, she seemed to just brush it off. Perhaps that was why Garth gave her a break from kitchen duty, saying she looked like she needed some time off.

Dean analyzed Rhaya's behavior to see if he could figure out when her mood started to change. Once he added everything up in his head, his stomach dropped for not being more observant about Rhaya's state of mind. Perhaps had he caught her attention and sent her a reassuring smile, it might have raised her spirits, if even a little. Dean threw off the covers, slid his feet into his slippers, and followed the hallway to the main deck of the ship.

When he opened the door, his eyes brightened at the sight that greeted him. Rhaya was standing at the rail, wearing her fluffy robe with red and black flannel pajama pants peeking out from under it. Her eyes were trained skyward, trying to pick out the constellations that she and Captain Dean had been discussing each night. "Good evening, Captain," she called, eyes continuing to scan the stars.

"Good evening to you, Miss Payton," Dean responded. "Wasn't sure I'd see you up here tonight. Is everything all right?"

She turned and flashed him a quick smile. "Of course, why do you ask?"

Dean continued on his path, and when he reached the rail, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled. He opened his eyes again to see Rhaya was giving him her full attention. "You seemed a little....distracted at dinner, is all. Well, then you didn't stick around for the entertainment portion of the evening. Let me tell you, there were more than a few broken hearts at seeing you leave," he chuckled softly.

"I'm sorry about my behavior at dinner. I was a little distracted, because this day isn't usually a good one for me," she replied quietly as she stared at her hands gripping the rail.

Dean reached over and covered her hands with his, and was surprised to feel hers shaking a bit. Whether it was from the cold night air or something else, he wasn't sure, but also didn't care about the reason. "There's no need for apologies, but if you want to talk about it, I'll be happy to listen," he offered.

"Thank you, Captain. I want you to know that I'm sharing this with you because I feel I can trust you." Rhaya took a deep breath before continuing her story. "On this day, eight years ago, I lost my mother," she explained, with tears threatening to spill over her lashes. "I know it's been long enough, that I should be over it after eight years, but it--"

"Never gets any easier," Dean finished for her. He tilted his head back to gaze at the stars, while trying to keep his own tears from falling.

She pulled one hand out and covered his. "Oh, no. You too?" she whispered, and he nodded. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, Rhaya. It was a long time ago, but trust me: there's no time limit on 'getting over it'. It happens when it happens," he observed with a shrug. "So, what was she like, your mom?"

Her mouth twisted into a tender smile. "Her name was Isabella, and she was the best. I know everyone says his or her mom is the best, but mine really was. Where my father encouraged my wilder side, she taught me about being a lady. Only, as soon as she was done with that, we would sneak into the kitchen for tea while we stuffed ourselves full of cookies," she giggled.

Dean laughed with Rhaya, then a wave of sadness passed over him. "My mom's name was Mary, and I'd bet that she would've been good friends with your mom," he replied.

"Oh, how I wish they could've met, then we would have become friends much sooner," she commented. "I-I mean, that is, if you consider us friends now," she hastily added, her eyes gazing intently at the dark waters below.

"Hey," Dean called softly as he tilted her face towards him. "Of course I consider us friends now," he affirmed. When at last she smiled at him, he returned the gesture. "Tell me more about your mom."

Rhaya took a deep breath before answering. "She was a kind and compassionate woman, always treated everyone with respect, no matter their station in life. She made it a point to learn the names of every staff member in the manor. The staff, in turn, was fiercely loyal to her, which is why it was so much more heartbreaking for them when she got sick."

"How did it happen, was it sudden, or over a long period of time?"

"It progressed slowly, over the period of around a couple of years, I think. It started with bouts of nausea, not being able to keep food down for very long. Eventually it subsided, then she had fevers that would come and go. Other times she would be so overcome with fatigue that she didn't leave her bed for days at a time. Then out of nowhere, she'd be fine, almost back to her old self. I prayed for those kinds of days to last just a little bit longer, to give her and my father some peace," Rhaya added wistfully.

"And for you as well. That couldn't have been easy for you, watching your mom get well, only to have her fall ill again days or weeks later," Dean pointed out.

Rhaya gave him a small smile in thanks. "The medical staff was scrambling to find a treatment to manage her illness, or, better yet, a cure for her. They were researching night and day, poring over textbooks, desperate to find any scrap of information that would lead to a cure."

"Did they ever figure out what was causing it?" he asked.

She shook her head. "The symptoms were so common, that it was hard to narrow it down to one specific illness. Anyway, while this was all going on, Carissa had moved in with us. She was my mother's childhood friend, who had experienced some personal issues in her life. Despite all that my mother was going through, she still invited that woman to stay with us," she muttered.

"But you didn't want her there," Dean commented.

Rhaya shook her head. "At first, I didn't have much to do with Carissa, mainly focusing on my studies and physical training. Whenever I did see her around the manor, though, she always had some snarky remark about how I spent my time. Carissa had some very definite opinions about what I should or should not be doing. Most of her 'approved ideas' were dance lessons, tea parties, and engaging in gossip sessions," she shuddered.

Dean was pleased to see that her reaction to Carissa's "ideas" matched his thoughts, and he could barely hold back a grin. He cleared his throat to avoid bursting out into laughter. "I'll bet she wasn't the most gracious houseguest, either?"

"Not by a longshot. She was always extremely bossy and rude to the staff, who were used to my parents' kindness. Not to mention, they're dealing with their own feelings about it all," she grumbled. "Anyway, just when my mother's illness was at its worst, Carissa told us that she had heard about a plant that had curative properties. The catch was, it only grew on a far-off island, and it could not be removed from its environment. If anyone tried, it would lose its healing ability."

"There are some plants out there like that, you know, 'wonders of the universe' and all. So, what happened next?" he prompted.

"My father wasted no time in outfitting the three fastest ships in the Ochana naval fleet with enough crew and supplies for the journey. My mother wanted time to think it through, plan every step of the way to account for any contingencies. The last thing she would've wanted was for anyone to be hurt or worse on such a personal mission." Rhaya choked back a sob and gave Dean a watery smile. "What she didn't know is that each brave soul involved on that mission and so many others never hesitated when my father asked for volunteers."

Dean reached over with his other hand to pull Rhaya closer and wrapped his arms around her as she crumbled against him. He felt her body shaking with sobs that she had likely been holding onto for a long period of time, but couldn't let them out. She was too busy being strong for her father, her people, and herself to give into the grief at the loss of her mother. When her weeping seemed to subside and her breathing evened out, he pulled back to gaze into her eyes. With the pad of his thumb, he brushed away the tear streaks from her face. "Better?" he asked softly.

Rhaya nodded. "Yes, thank you," she whispered, then took a deep breath to brace herself as she prepared to relay the final part. "Before they could reach the island, a storm came up, complete with high winds and dangerous, frequent lightning. Waves crashed over the railing as the ships fought to continue on their path and complete the mission."

Dean shuddered. "Been in a few storms like that. It can be pretty terrifying, out there on the ocean, relying on nothing but your ship and crew to pull you through."

"From what my father told me, it was quite chaotic on deck. There were crewmen that were lost overboard before anyone had a chance to try and save them. Waves slammed into the ships on either side, and the winds were slicing through the sails like tissue paper. One of the escort ships was lost when a massive wave swept over the rail. The wave forced it below the water, diving with the bow first."

Dean's arms tightened around her once more as she continued her story. "My mother fought her way onto the main deck from below because her cabin was taking on water. My father was beside himself, trying to keep as many people, especially my mother, from washing overboard. He was an admiral in the Ochana Navy, and it had been a long time since he'd seen a storm like this," she recalled softly.

"Finally, my parents' ship was torn apart, sending everyone into the ocean. My father managed to find a large platform of wood, a piece broken off from the ship. He climbed onto it while he frantically scanned the area for any sign of my mother. He shouted her name until his voice was hoarse, asking any of the survivors if they'd seen her. No one had, but word was passed from person to person that she was missing and to find her."

Dean could feel the heartbreak in Rhaya's words, the desperation in her father's search for his beloved wife, only to come up empty. "How did they make it out of there?"

"As the sun was coming up, they were able to get a full picture of the destruction from the night before. Those who survived were floating on large pieces of the broken vessels, with vacant looks in their eyes. A few hours after daybreak, a ship called The Moon Raider passed through the area and rescued them. Upon their return to Ochana, my father offered The Moon Raider's captain, Fergus McLeod, a handsome reward. Captain Fergus, or Crowley, as he preferred, declined my father's offer, stating he would hold the marker for a favor sometime in the future."

"How many were lost?" Dean asked.

"Seventeen," Rhaya responded hoarsely. "Including my mother," her voice cracked on the last word. "After that, Carissa took it up on herself to move in permanently to 'help' my father in his time of grief. She attended Ochana's council meetings and actively participated in the decision-making processes. Behind my father's back, she forged alliances with members of the council who were not quite so enamored of him. That's how I got mixed up with Ashton Kane," she muttered.

"I wondered how he fit into the picture," Dean chuckled.

"Yeah. His father, Maxwell Kane, was one of my father's leading dissenters. But he was also aware of the map for The Shadow Pirate's treasure that my father kept in his study. Max figured that the easiest way to get that map is to have one of his own, in this case, Ashton, on the inside. Max knew that I didn't conform to my stepmother's idea of a 'lady', what with my education and combat skills. So, he presented the idea to Carissa that I marry Ashton, because as my fiancé, he would be able to exert some 'control' over me. He would also have unfettered access to any room in the manor," she explained.

"Buuuut, you threw a wrench in those plans when you ran away with the map and stowed away on my boat," Dean smirked.

"Yup," Rhaya beamed. "And I'd do it all over again for the sake of my father. I have never trusted Carissa and I certainly don't trust Lord Ashton. I hope now you can see why I downplayed the map's importance that day, and why I was reluctant to hand it over," she remarked.

Dean studied her expression for a moment, one which silently pleaded for his understanding of her actions. She wasn't out to seek the treasure for her own fame, glory, and wealth. She wanted to make sure it didn't fall into the hands of those who would use it for their own purposes, without much regard, if any, for others. This treasure would allow her to choose her own future beyond any outside influences. "Listen, I promised we'd work together on this. We're partners, remember? 50-50? I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that, and I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me. I'm gonna help you find that treasure for the sake of you and your father."

Rhaya impulsively threw her arms around Dean's neck. "Thank you," she choked out. "You have no idea what this means to me." She pulled back a little, then gave Dean a lingering kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, Captain," she whispered before walking backwards towards the door. Just before she stepped through, she paused in the doorway. She gave him a sweet smile, a little wiggle of her fingers, and then she was gone.

"Wait a minute....was that....did she just....kiss me?" Dean wondered aloud. His hand crept up to his face, and his fingers touched the spot that still tingled from the brush of her lips on his skin. This woman is going to be the death of me, he thought. Not a bad way to go, though, he concluded with a grin.

***

Jessica waited on a hill overlooking the harbor, scanning the horizon for her first glimpse of The Black Diamond. Her husband, the ship's First Mate, Sam, was due to arrive in port any minute now, and she couldn't wait to see him. She was also currently 7 months pregnant with the couple's first child. While Sam was away at sea, he made sure that his friends were keeping an eye on his wife and taking good care of her.

One of those friends, Ellen Harvelle, had a daughter named Joanna, or "Jo", who was infatuated with Dean. Whenever the ship was in their home port, Dean and Jo were nearly inseparable. They usually spent the first night in port drinking at Harvelle's, the local pub just down the road from the docks. That usually led to one of them sneaking away from the other in the early morning hours.

"Do you see them yet?" asked a woman walking up from Jessica's left.

"Not yet, Jo," Jess chuckled. "Should be here any time now, though. Are you excited to see Dean?" she teased.

Jo's cheeks turned pink for a couple of seconds. "Oh hush. I don't know what you're talking about," she retorted, then after a beat, "Well, maybe a little." Both women giggled at Jo's poor attempt to hide her feelings about Dean.

At that moment, the ship's flag could be seen in the distance, causing a ripple of excitement to roll through the crowd. As the ship drew closer to its destination, men got into position on the dock, ready to assist the crew. Thick, heavy ropes were tossed over the rail, which were used to secure the vessel to the dock.

Next, the gangplank was lowered, and the crew began to disembark from the ship, heavy bags slung over their shoulders. Jessica bounced on the balls of her feet the moment she caught sight of her husband, Sam. His eyes lit up as soon as they locked onto his wife, and a wide grin spread across his face as he began to work his way through the crowd. Once he was by her side, Sam carefully swept his wife up into his arms and gave her a lingering, passionate kiss.

Jo craned her neck, scanning the area for the man who was the captain of her heart, even though she knew he would be one of the last off the boat. She saw Bobby Singer wander down the gangplank, then he made his way over to where Jo was waiting. "Have you seen Dean?" she asked him.

Bobby turned around in time to see Dean walk down the plank to the dock, his bag over one shoulder. "There he is," Bobby replied. He patted Jo on her shoulder and started his walk towards home.

Dean was smiling and looked like he was having a conversation with the person walking on the other side of him. Jo smiled and waved frantically, trying to catch Dean's attention and show him she was glad to have him home. Her smile fell when he tried to wave at her while holding someone else's hand. A woman's hand, at that.

Jo stood waiting, in shock, until Dean and his beautiful companion joined her on the hill. As soon as he was close enough, Dean let go of Rhaya's hand and reached out to engulf Jo into a hug. "It's so good to see you, Jo," he remarked. "Great to be home, too. Look, I've got someone special I want you to meet," he gushed. "Joanna Harvelle, this is Rhaya Payton of Ochana. Rhaya, this is Joanna Harvelle. She and I have been friends with for a lot of years. I mean, we practically grew up together."

Friends, Jo inwardly winced. I considered us a bit more than 'friends', Dean, she thought bitterly, then pushed it to the back burner. "Nice to meet you Rhaya," she replied evenly.

Rhaya stuck out her hand in greeting, "It's wonderful to meet you, Joanna. I'm glad Dean has so many good friends to greet him when he gets home," she chattered. When Jo did not reciprocate the handshake, Rhaya withdrew her hand and turned to Jessica with a beaming smile. "And you must be Sam's wife, Jessica, how wonderful to meet you! And congratulations!"

Jessica blushed from the enthusiastic greeting and when Sam put her down, she pulled Rhaya in for a hug. "Thank you so much, and it's lovely to meet you! I don't think I've ever met anyone from Ochana before," she commented.

"Well, this is my first trip outside of the estate's grounds. First trip anywhere, I guess," Rhaya chuckled. "I um....sort of stowed away on Captain Dean's ship, but he didn't find out until we were already at sea."

"And you didn't throw her overboard? Leave her on a deserted island? Really, Dean--" Jo exclaimed, but Dean interrupted.

"She had good reason, and as captain, I have the final say on how stowaways are dealt with on my ship, do I not?" Dean retorted.

Rhaya laid a hand on Dean's forearm. "It's all right, Dean," she soothed. "She's only stating the consequences of stowing away, which I should've considered before doing it."

"Yeah, but like Dean said, you had good reason, Rhaya," Sam interjected.

Rhaya flashed a sheepish smile as she started to explain. "My stepmother announced my engagement to Lord Ashton Kane without consulting me first. Then I happened to overhear his plans for me to meet my demise shortly after we were married. So, I packed a couple of bags and under cover of night, I snuck on to The Black Diamond. I thought I was hidden pretty well until Balthazar and Gabriel found me when I sneezed due to their tobacco smoke," she muttered.

"And she's certainly proven that she can handle just about any situation that's thrown at her," Dean complimented. He explained how Rhaya had been helping Jack with his knot-tying duties, and had frequently assisted Garth in the galley with meal preparation. "But enough about that, I'm ready for a drink, how about you, Rhaya?" he asked.

All eyes swung towards Rhaya. "S-sure, sounds great, Captain," she managed to respond. He picked up her hand in his and steered her towards Harvelle's. Sam, Jessica, and Jo followed behind, also headed for the tavern to celebrate the ship and crew homecoming.

Rhaya didn't know what was happening between her and the captain, whether they were friends or more than that. She did enjoy the feeling of his hand in hers, or his arm around her shoulder as he introduced her to his friends.

That being said, Rhaya would never want to stand in the way of the captain and a possible sweetheart. It was quite obvious that Jo carried a torch for Dean. For now, she resolved to observe Dean and Jo's interactions and see if there was anything between them. If not, she decided not to hold back and to explore her own feelings towards the captain.

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