#I fell off for a while but spn was always there in the background waiting for me to come back

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Hi !

First,Thank you for this blog it’s very interesting I like that you don’t sugarcoat it and just say it like it is, I’m the same so here is what I think

Jensen is a professional actor/entertainer, he knows what sells and what people like, he can go overboard , but that’s just how he likes it 200% or nothing.

He’s a shy guy but he he gets the job done as long as he doesn’t offend himself or compromise his values or look tacky or cheap.

He played all sorts of roles regardless of their sexual preference, he has no problem with that.

With dean he started playing straight and he didn’t compromise no matter the pressure/danger he was under (to his wife and kids too)

He’s true to himself while doing his job as an entertainer, which lets face it, it’s all about the pandering even when you don’t feel like it or believe in it yourself, it their livelihood.

At first most of spn fans were either Sam or dean’s stan , then a fraction was created and called themselves bibros and they became loud enough to the actors and creators to see them and try to give them what they want(it’s only fair to please your audience after all)

Misha then came and at first even j2 fans liked him they even read fanfics about him and everything was fine , but when Castiel’s favored dean over sam and Misha had fans and even he himself fell in love with the fanfics about him, then all hell broke loose, fandom wars started, people who loved Cas/M turned on him and the fandom became a war Zone .

I know who started it because I was there from day one but that’s another conversation.

Jensen and jared knew that the brothers relationship was it for them , they both mastered the art of pandering (go to reddit and read what people who worked on the set say about the real atmosphere behind the scenes or in the conventions in general) spoiler alert it was not perfect.

But again it’s their livelihood and they both had undeniable chemistry so they used it ( like any other smart actor would do)

Tinhats thought it was Ok to call Jensen/dean gay for jared/sam (they don’t differentiate between them , I know because I was a bibro/ Tinhat myself)

If jensen dared to hangout with another person man or woman, colleague or not without jared , then he was either covering for them both( hiding in the glass closet) or he was simply betraying jared or was pandering ( like he shouldn’t pander to the other side because they don’t deserve to scraps from their favorite actor.

Jensen was called repeatedly “the king of bibros” because he always, still is all for the brothers.

It was about their relationship , and everything else revolved around them.

When the show ended and the actors went their separate ways and started to hang out with their families/friends/colleagues , jensen in general keeps his friends from all those years, he keeps in touch and keeps them around , I think his wife convinced him that the spn world still had a chance, she wanted to do something ( her turn after waiting all those years, as did gen)

She too wanted her chance , started Twwon had her implants because she was going to be a big star ( taking the attention from the real latino star and treating her like a background actor) again a subject for another day lol

Jensen made this show for his wife, he was told that no spin off would take if it didn’t have one of the shows leads in it , so he decided to narrate the thing in order for it to take and stand , it wasn’t enough, they needed ratings and thought if they would bring in dean it would be the perfect addition.

Now the bibro king became the back stabbing friend, the snake , the abusive husband to jared , and to his wife and kids too lol .

Bibros admitted that they were indeed jared’s fans from the get go but they had to pretend to like dean/jensen .

Some bibros are calling him homophobic too btw , because that would prove he was bad in every aspect not just to jared .

Misha was pandering to his own fans , it’s were his money and fame came , and that’s why they do it after all, they do it for the money and fame and it’s a great way to live , anyone saying otherwise can live in lala land for eternity, i don’t care lol .

Now jensen is losing the bibros , the tinhats , the j2 fans and they are all calling him the worst things ever and body shaming him and age shaming him all because his ex tv brother had a tantrum and decided that his fans can do his dirty work, and they as usual didn’t disappoint and according to them he can handle it he has a lot on money he’ll be ok (I agree)

I think it’s was then that jensen decided that fu*k it , I’m going to do whatever makes me feel comfortable, I’ll say my peace, and what’s on my mind , I’m done covering for my so called colleagues (even though he’s known to let things go quickly, he doesn’t like conflict, just Ask jessica alba and MW) he chooses to have fun and concentrate on his own fans for a change.

Misha hid the confession from him for three years (and the rest of the people in management too) and he let it go even though he could have made a tantrum like someone else did , and he would have been in the right because this involved him personally, it’s his hard work for 16 years not just some show he didn’t know about in advance that doesn’t even concern him, but he didn’t he must have done something in private like a professional person would do, but we didn’t hear anything about it .

He’s in the middle of the two biggest ships on spn and no matter what he does or says he’s not going to win with either of them, because they both are going after him and his wife and family on line and in real life ( like at his door step and his daughter’s school too pretending to be one of the parents)

How to pander to one side without losing your life or reputation ( they both now call him the worst of names , homophobia included by both sides)

Sorry this took so long, there’s more if you’re interested I’ve been here since dool and I witnessed everything.

Hello Anon, thank you for stopping by and discussing this like an adult. I appreciate seeing your ask even if it takes a moment to read. Your post touched onto a lot of things even some of which I didn't really dive into to tell you the truth. I joined this fandom via joining Tumblr late December 2022 close to January 2023. I'm open to receiving any and all information provided it's based on facts not based on blind opinions or simply "so and so said so" kind of deal.

Some bibros are calling him homophobic too btw , because that would prove he was bad in every aspect not just to jared . He’s a shy guy but he he gets the job done as long as he doesn’t offend himself or compromise his values or look tacky or cheap. He played all sorts of roles regardless of their sexual preference, he has no problem with that.

He’s a shy guy but he he gets the job done as long as he doesn’t offend himself or compromise his values or look tacky or cheap. He played all sorts of roles regardless of their sexual preference, he has no problem with that.

He’s true to himself while doing his job as an entertainer, which lets face it, it’s all about the pandering even when you don’t feel like it or believe in it yourself, it their livelihood.

If you didn't see I got a little heated with someone who insisted the dictionary is wrong with what homophobia means because "authors use it this way" and claimed people don't actually fear gay people, which is 100% not true. Some people genuinely fear homosexual people, it's just fact. I agree with you, no matter what Jensen says or does these days it's going to upset people. One thing is certain, this fandom is so divided these days it's crazy. I also do not think Jensen is at all homophobic nor do I think he discriminates against LGBT people. He has what we call boundaries and that's that. "Destiel doesn't exist" and getting annoyed at Destiel questions from people who KNOW his stance on it are in my opinion just looking for an argument.

When the show ended and the actors went their separate ways and started to hang out with their families/friends/colleagues , jensen in general keeps his friends from all those years, he keeps in touch and keeps them around , I think his wife convinced him that the spn world still had a chance, she wanted to do something ( her turn after waiting all those years, as did gen) She too wanted her chance , started Twwon had her implants because she was going to be a big star ( taking the attention from the real latino star and treating her like a background actor) again a subject for another day lol

Okay I am not going to lie here, I am curious about the highlighted tidbit here and why you think this was to detract attention from who I assume is Lindsey (or Odette)? As for The Winchesters, don't get me started on that disaster they call a show....

Misha was pandering to his own fans , it’s were his money and fame came , and that’s why they do it after all, they do it for the money and fame and it’s a great way to live , anyone saying otherwise can live in lala land for eternity, i don’t care lol .

Bingo... It was all about the money for Misha this entire time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have nearly this many vocal fans if he didn't pander to the hellers and Destiel shippers.

At first most of spn fans were either Sam or dean’s stan , then a fraction was created and called themselves bibros and they became loud enough to the actors and creators to see them and try to give them what they want(it’s only fair to please your audience after all)

Tinhats thought it was Ok to call Jensen/dean gay for jared/sam (they don’t differentiate between them , I know because I was a bibro/ Tinhat myself) If jensen dared to hangout with another person man or woman, colleague or not without jared , then he was either covering for them both( hiding in the glass closet) or he was simply betraying jared or was pandering ( like he shouldn’t pander to the other side because they don’t deserve to scraps from their favorite actor.

I believe this is still 100% true to this day Anon. I really do. I can understand why like 10 years ago or more many thought they were in a relationship but today, it's kinda silly. They are busy living separate lives in separate states now. Jared even said recently they see each other a lot... at Supernatural conventions and still text a lot. Not a whole lot of actually seeing each other anymore from what it sounds like to me. Plus, when is the last time they actually hung out together outside of being in the same hotel/area for a Supernatural convention?

Thanks for sending this in Anon, I really would love to hear more from you!

EDIT: I re-read your ask and also want to know more about this tidbit.

He’s in the middle of the two biggest ships on spn and no matter what he does or says he’s not going to win with either of them, because they both are going after him and his wife and family on line and in real life ( like at his door step and his daughter’s school too pretending to be one of the parents)

I heard of someone taking photos outside of their kids' schools but did someone actually do this?! This fandom, man.... the level people stoop to here....

#Anon answered #anti jensen hate

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Honestly I’m really thankful for the destiel drama bc it has kept me completely distracted from the existential dread I have over the show ending

#spn #spn spoilers #supernatural rewatch #i keep comparing this to Harry Potter ending #cause that’s the only other fandom I was in that long #how do you spend a decade of your life with something #where there’s always more content something new to get excited about #and then it just ends #and THEN I have to go to work the next day #I fell off for a while but spn was always there in the background waiting for me to come back #idk #I’ve been through a lot with supernatural #really my entire adult life #and now it’s just over and I don’t know what to do #I’m glad there’s so many fucking seasons and so much fan content #i really love this show and the characters but I also really really love this universe #I hope we get some serious destiel in the end cause I think that might help stave off some of the crisis I’m having about the end #it’s been cringe at time like I was real life fandom TRASH even just five years ago #but I am also very not ready to let go #I already miss Cas so fucking much and I think that’s why I can’t believe he’s really gone like he can’t be bc I miss him too much

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SPN 1x08: Bugs

Ok I know everyone hates this episode but..... FUCK BUGS!! I personally don’t mind bugs other than spiders (CANNOT do spiders) but like a lot of them would definitely be the worst thing. The whole indigenous peoples story is definitely cheesy af (not to ignore how serious the relocation of indigenous people is) but also everything does tie together and the case to Winchester family life connection!! SAM FINALLY GETS AN EPISODE (that’s not all about Jess)!!!!!! I seriously loved seeing both the brothers realizing that they both had the situation wrong and I loved that we got to learn so much about their family history. Back to the whole bugs bit..... nasty bruh and also scary tbh! Unfortunately the climax of the episode was poorly done, since it went from midnight to dawn in like 20 minutes and also no one died even though everyone else prior to that died super fast.

Episode Type and Location: Case; Oasis Plains, OK

Contribution to Season Arcs: At the end of the episode they talk about really wanting to find John.

Contribution to Show Arcs: Sam’s relationship with his father, always being the ‘freak’ of the family, feeling different and like an outcast. Dean’s unjustified commitment towards family regardless of how they treat each other.

Sam: Once again we hear that Sam doesn’t approve of pool hustling and credit card scams as a means of income, lol. Also he felt quite the need to prove himself when Dean insinuated that he was too scared to go down into the sinkhole Dustin fell into. He also didn’t think twice about picking up a tarantula and holding it for a long time....... could not be me...... Aside from all of that, we see that Sam prefers or respects normal, wanted to do normal things instead of learn hunting skills, thinks college is a great option to get away from family, felt like he disappointed his dad, was made to feel like a freak by his dad for wanting normal things, felt thrown away by his father, definitely talked back to his dad, and added to the separation by not answering the phone. However by the end of the episode we see him wanting to apologize to his dad for the stuff he said.

Dean: Dean watches Oprah! And he’s all about fun and easy. He goes for the hustleing/scamming, free food, and messes with Sam by slapping his ass and calling him honey after they were mistaken as a gay couple twice. Other than that, we find out that Dean would prefer his family over an apple pie, ‘normal’ life, any day, and thinks people should respect their parents and stick with family no matter what. He thinks Sam was disrespectful that John was just scared and wanted to protect Sam.

The Bro Relationship: We see here that in regards to family, Sam and Dean are opposites and it causes conflict between them.

Family Background Development: Whew i’m so glad I made this a category.... We learned so much about their family background. First of all, Sam felt like an outcast for wanting normal things, and apparently Dean didn’t really want those same things. Sam and John disagreed often and this is what ended up in Sam leaving for Stanford. John wasn’t proud about the full ride and apparently threw Sam out instead, but as we hear later, he was just scared, not disappointed. We learned that he checked in on Sam (even though Sam wasn’t talking to him) multiple times during his time at Stanford, which completely supports his over protectiveness. Overall, its such an interesting family dynamic and I can’t wait to learn more about it.

Good Writin’: Already mentioned this but the whole parallel between Matt and Sam was some good shit

Other: Why the heck was Sam the one to go down into the sinkhole. HES BIGGER. THIS IS JUST COMMON SENSE. And LMAO at people thinking Sam and Dean are a gay couple! And tell me this bitch Lynda did not just find a PHAT ASS spider on her FACE and just brush it off without a fuss??? Also the skull shaped termite cutouts were absolutely hilarious!!

Death Count: 2

Relation to Future Events:

It’s so crazy that its season 1 and we’re already seeing the connections to things like Dean always saving Sam or trying to find him while Sam is ok with not looking and moving on (Amelia time), and Dean’s obsession with family. God I love this show its so well written and everything connects

#supernatural #spn #spn season 1 #spnsaay #spnsaay episode reviews #bugs #spn 1x08 #spn 1.08

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15.11: The Gamblers - Episode Review/Recap

This ep follows directly on from last week.   The episode was very mixed, there were 2 distinct storylines that merged at the end.  I had a few issues with the Castiel/Jack side of the story, which I’ll cover later, but the Sam and Dean scenes, for the most part, I was able to enjoy.  I even caught myself smiling… fucking smiling at several moments, because this?  This was a glimpse of what my show once was.  This also explains to the “Just stop watching” brigade why I’m still watching.  The brother scenes were a nugget of gold amongst the dross and worth watching for.

Thank you, Davey Perez, Meredith Glynn and Director Charles Beeson for reminding me, albeit briefly, why I fell in love with this show, and at the same time, why I dislike much of Dabb’s run, which in my humble opinion hasn’t just veered the ship slightly off course; it crashed into an iceberg in 11.21 and has been slowly sinking since then.  I think last week’s episode brought us to the point where half the ship is now vertical, ready to plunge into the depths of the icy ocean...  

...Anyway, enough about sinking ships, the key thing I struggled with going into this episode is the obvious fuck up from the previous week; the entire premise of the Winchester’s losing their “luck” and being reduced to “normal” people, and I want to talk rant about that for a few more minutes before we get onto this episode.  If you want to skip that, I’ll put start and end of rant, so you can skip forward.

Start of rant

In order to enjoy this episode, you pretty much have to ignore much of the previous episode and… that doesn’t sit well with me.  Last week wasn’t just a single scene you can forget ever existed (e.g. the trench-coat scene or Dean’s apology to Cass).  What Dabb did fucked with the entire concept of the show; that the Winchesters are ordinary people who do extraordinary things.  So, it’s really difficult to shake that epic fuck up off and just move on.

I just can’t ever buy in to the concept that the Winchesters were “favoured” or have more luck than “normal” people.   I mean look at Sam’s life for starters; he didn’t know his mom, he was fed demon blood as a baby, was dragged up in a life he hated, constantly moving, being brought up in crappy motels and forced to train to become a hunter.  The love of his life is murdered, and he becomes an orphan at 22.  He died at 23 (for the first time) and then he loses the last remaining member of his family at 24.  The Winchesters are far from “lucky” and if I could be bothered, I’d go looking for mentions of “with the Winchester luck” that have been peppered throughout the series.  Chuck has not “favoured” the Winchesters at all and they haven’t had Charmed lives because of Chuck’s interference.

I also can’t buy into the concept that the Winchesters are anything other than “normal” in the first place.  Sadly, they showed last weeks “fight” scenes during the recap and it did nothing, other than enrage me again.  Sam and Dean are excellent fighters and hunters because they trained from a young age to be as good as they are.  They weren’t “given” anything and certainty not a free ride and fuck Dabb once again for writing that bullshit.  It was nothing less than petty because we rejected his instant Hunter!Barbie fiasco that wasted too much of season 13.

So, how do I move forward from that and manage to enjoy this episode?  The answer in my opinion, is you can’t, because even with a few good brother moments, the entire premise of this week’s episode fails to make sense, because the previous episode fails to make sense.  I’ll cover why that is when we get to the pool game.

End Rant

The episode opens on a recap, and I ask myself why they are using all the bad bits from the previous few episodes, before I remember there weren’t many good bits to select from.  That clip of Jensen with the teeth is still funny. 😂

I love the intro again this week.  The setting was good, the guest actors, the camerawork, the music choice – North to Alaska - which complimented the scene, rather than felt like nails being dragged down a chalkboard.  All classic spn so far, so it has my attention.  

Two men (Joey and Leonard) are playing a game of pool and you can tell this is a high stakes game from the get go.  What the stakes are, we don’t yet know, but when the game ends, we see 2 coins being held in a contraption above the pool table; one glows green then dulls with the coin head disappearing, the other glows green and gets brighter with the coin head gaining in definition.  I don’t think this looks good for the loser.  He agrees and tries to attack the winner with his pool cue.  He’s stopped from doing so by a bouncer who turfs him outside.  👋 cutie tall bouncer.  There’s an absolutely great shot of the loser tossing his coin in the air and the music gets loud again (Hey, I’m here as much for the settings, lighting, music and camerawork as I’m here for the Winchesters – sue me) and then…. Splat.  He’s hit by a truck.  Poor Leonard, red shirt of the episode.  RIP my friend.

As an aside, I like how you guys announce which pocket the 8 ball is going into, we don’t do that.

This was a great into, interesting premise that immediately sucked me in, wanting to find out more.  This is my show.  Great job so far.

The next scene though shows once again how useless, at least for me, the writing is around Castiel.  They wrote an entire scene with him walking into the bunker, seeing a note that has been left, going down to read it “Cass, we’ve gone to Alaska, Sam”.  I’m not going to rant about the twats that insist on saying Sam has spelt it wrong, I’ve already done a post about the arrogance of fans trying to tell the show that created the character that they are wrong with the spelling of that character, so I’ll save you by moving on.

This entire scene, while I liked the shots of the otherwise empty bunker, was just wasting time for me.  I’ve seen people say Sam left a note because Castiel was in heaven and wouldn’t get a text message and how clever of Sam to resort to paper.  I don’t know about anyone else, but I dip in and out of WiFi zones all the time and the moment I dip back in, my phone pings with multiple notifications, so I personally thought this scene was dumb.  It would have been better to see Castiel appear back at the sandpit and get a text notification from Sam with the same message.    

Even better, you could take this scene away and it changes nothing that happens so why include it?  *Whispers* J2 wanted time off and the writers are incompetent of filling that space with something more interesting so use “filler”.  

Interestingly, my computer froze on Castiel’s face for 5 minutes so fuck you Norton or Windows 10 Update for your bad timing in running something in the “background”

BROMENT ALERT

We’re finally with what I’m watching the show for.  Dean and Sam are in baby and driving towards Alaska.  Sam’s phone is lighting up with messages and we find out through Dean that it’s Eileen. 🙄. Oh, Eileen’s being shoved into the narrative now?  Sorry Eileen, the third wheel position on the show has already been filled since Season 7. And fuck you again Dabb because I loved Eileen as a friend of Sam and it’s just yet another thing your reverse Midas fingers have screwed over this season.

Dean: Silent mode is always an option

Me: I love you, have my babies… wait, that came out wrong

Eileen thinks the plan is a little too good to be true.  Sam thinks she might be right.  He’s not convinced the place even exists or that it can fix their problem. Dean thinks it couldn’t hurt and he’s done with normal, including the constant heartburn.

Sam: You know if you changed your diet….  Dean’s frown 😂

Sam insists that no one other than Garth has heard of it and it isn’t in the lore. Dean believes it’s got to be there. He believes Chuck isn’t messing with them,

Dean: He [Chuck] wants us off our game, he wants us weak, ‘cos he’s coming for us Sammy, and when he does, and we haven’t figured this out, we’re DOA.

Mostly a great brother scene, apart from the forced insertion of Eileen – are we incapable of getting a broment in the final chuck damn season, without the completely unnecessary forced inclusion of a third party???!  The scene ends with a great shot of baby.

Back at the bunker and Castiel hears a phone ringing, and… I’m trying not to nitpick, but the way this case comes about just annoys me. There are better ways of bringing this about, than how they did it. But moving on, Castiel answers a random phone that was ringing in Sam’s room, and it’s a sheriff (Jeb Evans) looking for FBI agent, Watts. Castiel tells the sheriff that Agent Watts is working a case in Alaska, and that he is Agent… Lizzo.  I can only assume Dean gave him that alias as I don’t think Castiel would know any musicians on his own.  I like Jeb, who tells Agent Lizzo, they have a homicide and the suspect is someone Agent Watts flagged into the system… and guys… Sam is back to hacking into police systems and I just… I need a moment here as they’ve remembered Sam can hack into systems!

The agent tells Castiel that the suspect is Jack Kline.  

Ummm… Castiel, are you... okay?  Do you… do you maybe need to use the bathroom?  Oh, you’re emoting?  Okay dokay then.  I can’t with this.  I got more out of Leo in the less than 2 minutes he was on screen than I got out of Castiel since his return in season 7.  

Back with the impala, which rolls into a diner stop.  Sam is asleep, and Dean whacks him to wake him up.  Sam wonders why they’ve stopped at “Round up café”.    Dean says it’s the last stop for food for a few hundred miles.

Sam (frowns): Grab something out of the cooler

Dean: Yeah, no, I polished off the last of the sandwiches while you were out

Sam (annoyed): We’re on a budget!

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Last weeks puppy dog eyes fiasco aside, Dean’s still wrapped round Sam’s fingers, they enter the diner, slap some coins on the counter and ask what they can get for $4.60.  Apparently, it’s a slice of pie and a coffee, and I’m moving to Alaska when they secede from the US because that would barely get you just the coffee here.

Dean asks for two forks for the pie

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Long story short on this scene, they get out of the waitress there’s a local urban legend about a magic poolhall in the middle of nowhere, that if you win, you come back lucky.  She says though that no one ever comes back.  Turns out she knew Leonard from the intro, and he went up there because the bank was going to take his house and he met with an accident.

Sam says at least they know now what the downside is.  Dean doesn’t agree, he thinks it could be great, pool is the game of champions, kings, his game, our game, and they have great memories of hustling pool

Sam: yes, because we had to… to eat!

Still not seeing the “luck” Dabb wrote about.  Imagine thinking they were remotely lucky; running scams or hustling pool to put a roof over their head or food in their stomach. And this is where I disconnect with this week’s episode, because of last week’s writing. How are they going to even be good at pool, a game that takes practice and skill?  The things taken away seem to be random and plot devices; lock picking, fighting, hot metal burns, while it appears Dean can still drive okay, fix baby and I’m guessing their pool is going to be okay too, otherwise what’s the point of this episode?  There’s no believable rules to this “bad luck/normal” and I’m left completely drifting and because of it.  It's just badly thought out and executed.

Dean: if pool is the way we get our mojo back then maybe we ain’t as screwed as we thought

Waitress: Hey, you guys drive an impala?... I think you guys have a flat.

😂

Back with Cass and sheriff Jeb, Cass has managed to set up the laptop and access a video the sheriff has sent him.  The video is of Jack killing a doctor and eating his heart. 😷 Jack, no!  I’ll come back to the heart eating later.

Back with the boys, another shot of baby as they pull into “Lurlenes”.  Baby isn’t sounding too good and I think I missed that earlier, but it did somewhat register that she was sounding louder than normal. Good touch.

Dean walks over one of the coins as they head for the entrance which I guess might be Leonard’s from earlier.  I like little details like this.  Once inside, Sam points out they don’t have beer money, much less what it costs to buy into a game.  Dean says they’ll figure something out and goes to the bar and orders two waters. I’m guessing that’s going to hit Dean more than health conscious Sam.  Dean asks the bar person, Evie, how they get into a game.  She calls Pax over and it’s the tall, cutie bouncer from earlier.  Sam asks Evie if she saw Leonard and she says no, but you can tell she’s lying.

Pax takes them to his office and explains the rules of the game, that they don’t bet with money, they bet with luck.  He gets Dean to touch a coin he puts down and it turns green.  Pax looks at the coin and says “not great”

Dean: And that means?

Pax explains that everyone walks in with a certain amount of luck, that the green glow was Dean’s and it was “about average.”  Dean thinks that sounds about right.  I’m going to head-canon that Dean’s luck is about average of the people that find the pool hall, but below average in general, due to Chuck screwing around with them.

Pax says if Dean wins a game, he might see his fortunes improve.

Sam: And if he loses?

 Pax says he can keep playing, but if the coin goes blank, that means you’re out of luck, and you’ve got to leave.  He asks if they’ve got any questions.

Sam (a bit pissy): What is this place? Who owns it?

Pax says he doesn’t know, but if they don’t like it, they are free to leave.

Dean: When I win, can I split it (indicates Sam)… the luck?

Pax (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍 Oh, wait, sorry, that was me

Pax: it’s yours, you can do what you want

Sam asks for a second to talk to his husband brother.

Sam: no, no, no, no, no way (complete with shaking finger)

Dean: man, I’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born

Snarky!Sam: when you were four, really? In between snack time and nap? 😂

Dean (internally): damn, I forgot you were my brother for a second and I can’t bullshit you

Dean tells Sam that they need to do this, and that Sam is pretty much better than him, at everything, he’s not mad about it, he’s proud… but he can wipe the floor with Sam at pool.  Dean takes Sam’s epic eyeroll as silent permission he can play.

Back with Castiel, he investigates the doctor’s office and finds a weird case which has a sword inside.  We flashback to a previous episode with Sam tied to a chair (🙄 it must have been a Thursday).  Anyway, the flashback tells us the doctor was one of the Grigori, a brotherhood of perfect beings.  I’d forgotten about them and might have to look them up before I touch the heart eating thing. Note: I did look them up and it was a Claire episode, so never mind, that’s why I forgot about them.

We transition from Cas to Jack and he seems to be following someone with the same case as the doctor, so another Grigori.  He follows the Grigori into an abandoned building.

Back at the pool hall and no one is biting to play with the noob.  Okay, I’m ashamed to say I laughed at this next bit, Dean deliberately breaks badly and loudly proclaims that he’s rusty at this.  Oh Dean.  No one’s going to fall for… Surprisingly he actually gets a taker and asks Dean to rack up.  Sam goes back to the bar to speak to Evie.  She asks if he plays and he says not really.  Sam asks Evie what the woman’s deal is that’s playing Dean (Moira).  Evie says she’s been here a while and her sister is in a coma.

Sam goes into awkward question mode, and I have flashbacks to the earlier seasons. He asks about rotten eggs.  Evie responds: Just Charlie…   We pan over to Charlie and he’s playing pool badly. Sam then asks if she’s seen “little bundles” laying around.  She says no, but she gets that he’s trying to figure the place out.  Sam says places like this don’t exist for no reason, she answers that most people think it’s a godsend.  She gives him information on a couple of people playing, they won at first, could have walked away winners, but kept playing until their luck ran sour. She repeats they should have walked away which is a clear warning for Sam who looks over at his brother who wins the game.

Back with Jack, he’s got an angel blade and is still after the Grigori. Unfortunately, the Grigori twigged he was being followed and now has Jack at blade point.

Back at the pool hall and Sam is trying to convince Dean they need to leave, and I’m trying not to be distracted by the picture in the scene behind them.

 Dean (brandishing his coin at Sam): Come on man, I’m on a roll

Snarky!Sam: Dean, you won one game!

Sam thinks the place sucks you in and that if Dean keeps playing, he’ll lose and end up like Leonard.  Dean convinces Sam who reluctantly allows him to have one more game.

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Dean finds his mark, which is Joey from the intro.  We see Dean playing well and Joey asks what his name was again.

Dean: my name is Dean Winchester and I am going to kick your ass.

Sam: 😍 that’s my platonic soulmate husband brother

Joey smiles.  

They talk as Dean clears the table.  Turns out Joey used to work the bull riding circuit.  

Dean (cocky smile): tell me, how was that?… corner pocket.   He misses the shot

Joey (grinning): good times (he pots and all he can do is hide the cue ball behind another ball, giving Dean a very tricky shot on the 8 ball)… and some not so good.

Dean goes to take the shot and Joey challenges double or nothing if Dean misses. Sam doesn’t like it.  Dean asks if Joey is trying to hustle him.

Joey: I thought you were going to kick my ass

Dean smiles and agrees to the deal, does a trick shot with the cue ball jumping over the other ball and potting the 8 ball.

Joey closes his eyes.  Sam looks happy, then Joey says: a hell of a shot.  

Dean watches as the coins glow green and Joey’s coin is now dull, and this is sad because even if Sam and Dean haven’t realised the implication yet, Joey is not long for this world.  Joey leaves, and Sam and Dean follow.  Joey congratulates Dean on the game yet again and says, “I guess you can’t hustle a hustler.” Sam’s concerned when Joey starts coughing.  Turns out Joey is dying, he has cancer, he came to the pool hall to beat it, and Sam and Dean have finally caught up with me that this game sucks.  This is the first time in a long time, I’ve felt anything for a character on this show that we only meet for a limited time in a single episode, so I’m going to kudos the writing and the guest star for this one. This is what happens when you actually put some characterisation into your writing.

Sam and Dean go back inside.  Dean said the plan worked so they should hit the road.

Sam: What about everybody else?

Sam wants to stay and figure out how they can help them. Dean reminds him they are in a fight with God and they just got their mojo back.  Sam challenges whether there’s even enough luck in the coin for them. Dean says they’ll give it a try by him going for a drive and if baby’s okay, they are leaving.  End of.

Back with Castiel and he meets sheriff Jeb at the abandoned building Jack was captured in. A transient spotted Jack going into the building so called the police. Castiel asks Jeb if there are any other abandoned places around. Jeb tells him about a church.

Back with Sam and he’s talking to Charlie, who is apparently playing so his team can win the Super Bowl and part of me is 😂 and part of me is, I feel you my friend, because Canucks and the Stanley Cup, and desperate measures at this stage.  

Sam: that’s great, it is, but is it really worth your life?

Me (picturing the Stanley cup being paraded through the streets of Vancouver): …Yes?!

The puppy dog eyes fail again, Charlie says “just one more game.” And goes back to playing

Evie says at least Sam tried but no one will listen.  She says none of “us” are going anywhere.  Sam asks if they are trapped here, if Evie was trapped here.   She leaves rapidly.

Dean arrives back, baby’s dead again, he didn’t even make it out of the parking lot. Sam takes a look at the coin Dean slams down.  He believes Dean should have won more luck than he did, given how many people Joey likely beat before Dean played him and all that accumulated luck should have gone to Dean when he won, but it doesn’t seem to.  Sam thinks someone is stealing the luck, skimming off the top.  

Dean: You mean like the house?

Sam (lifts coin showing head): her… I think

Dean takes the coin and reads: Atrox Fortvnta

Sam says she’s the Roman goddess of luck.  So, Sam’s allowed to be smart as a plot contrivance this week?  *cough* hot metal burns *cough*.  

They go speak to Evie about who runs the place.  She says she can’t help them. Sam asks why she warned him in the first place.  Evie says so he would take his brother and go.    Dean asks why Evie is there, does the god have something over her. Evie says she played and lost and is only alive because she lets her stay as long as she keeps working.   Sam asks if the god is here, but Evie doesn’t know, she only talks to Pax and drops the revelation that Pax is the god’s son.

Back with Jack and the Grigori has injured him and holding him captive. He knows what Jack is and that he’s powerful.  The Grigori wants to know why Jack killed his kind.  The Grigori have their own frequency of angel radio. Me, 🙄 of course you do because easy plot device.  Before his brother died, he called to the Grigori.  He asks Jack if he did that to draw him out, to kill him too.

Back with Sam and Dean, Sam approaches Pax wanting to ask a question. While Pax is focused on Sam, Dean grabs him and holds him at knifepoint.

Sam (niceness gone): Where’s your mom?

Loved that bit

Pax doesn’t answer so Sam shouts “Fortuna.”  Dean follows with, “We have your son”

 Moira walks through the pool hall and we know she is now Fortuna.

Sam says they know she’s skimming luck and they want it back.  Dean threatens to kill Pax if she doesn’t

Fortuna: well, you probably could, his daddy was human, but no

Pax (shocked pikachu face): Mom!

Fortuna: I’m sorry baby, I can always make more sons

Sam and Dean (shocked pikachu faces).  

Uh oh, leverage gone. Dean releases Pax, but not before the blade cuts his throat a little.

Dean demands Fortuna to play him for it. She says she’s already played him and got a read on him.  He’s just a “beach read”.  Sexy, but skimmable.

Dean (how dare you face): beach read? lady, I’m Tolstoy

Fortuna laughs and says, “That’s very funny” and approaches Sam: this one here, now he could be interesting

Dean (Protective big brother mode activated): Wait, no, no, that’s…. Uh uh

Sam (I’m 36 years old Dean, not a kid anymore mode activated): Fine… Yeah, okay, but not for our luck.  I’ll play for the lives of everybody in here.

Fortuna doesn’t agree, she says the deal is only for their luck and if they lose, she wants their lives.  She wants to make an example of them.

The Grigori is torturing Jack, cutting his skin.  Jack says he can’t kill him.  There’s then expose on the Grigori feeding off souls, and this one feeds off children. I think I’m supposed to not feel sorry for the Grigori when Jack eats his heart, but I do have a few issues which I’ll come onto later.  Jack looks to the side and it’s clear he catches something.  The Grigori reaches for his sword and points it at Jack’s throat. He asks who told Jack that.  He answers Death.  

The Grigori senses someone behind him.  Now given the Grigori are supposed to be elite and much more powerful than ordinary angels, I’m embarrassed for this one and have no idea how on Earth this Grigori managed to survive to being last of his kind as even Castiel despatched him fairly easily, without too much of a fight, but “new canon” I guess. 🤷‍♀️

With no tests whatsoever, Castiel releases Jack from his bonds.  I’m presuming one of Castiel random powers of the week is being able to automatically tell it’s Jack.  We get a Cass and Jack hug and I … don’t really care to be honest.  I can’t watch Cass without viewing that awful scene in Purgatory so I’m over him.

Back at the pool hall, Sam breaks, potting 2 balls immediately.  I love, love, love this next bit: as Sam lines up his next shot, we see Dean nodding in agreement, because yep, that’s the shot he would have went for too.   Sam proceeds to knock down a couple more, Fortuna has said a couple of things, but Sam is focusing on the game.  She asks why they need the luck so bad, girlfriend problems? Liver failure? (She looks at Dean here).  Sam answers: “a curse by god” and misses the next shot.

Fortuna: Life’s a bitch and then you die

Me: Hey! That’s my philosophy!

Dean: THE god literally cursed us

Fortuna (sarcastic disbelief): You’ve met

Dean: Yeah, Little guy, squirrelly as hell

Fortuna: Yeah, that’s him… well, welcome to the club

Dean: the club?

Fortuna answers with exposition while winning the game. God created the world, but humans created the gods, kind of, which led to God creating the other gods. Dean asks why, which makes her angry and she misses the next shot.  She says they were created to take the blame for anything that went wrong.  That only worked for a while before his ego got the better of him, now he hides behind whatever religion pays the biggest syndication deals.  She keeps talking about how pissed she is and that she’s holding a grudge.  Sam meanwhile is quietly potting balls and winning the game.  She realises this and shakes off her mood, “oh well, what can you do?”

Dean: we’re going to fight him

Fortuna: are you now?  And when you lose?

Sam’s voice from off screen: we lose swinging

He then appears in shot and says “8 ball, corner pocket” and she realises the game is nearly over.

Sam lines up for the shot, looks at Dean briefly, then… he wins.  I wasn’t expecting that, and Dean is happy too.

Fortuna (to Sam):  you little minx, you got me talking!

Sam smirks

Fortuna: you’re good

Sam: I learned from my brother

Dean approaches: all right, you know the deal, even up

Fortuna offers to make it interesting, if they are going to fight God, that’s the stuff of heroes and they are going to need the luck of heroes.  Hercules, some other people, she helped them all.  Sam asks what the catch is. She says another game, double or nothing.  

Dean: Double?  That’s how the cowboy died.

Sam agrees to play, “but not for more luck,” he indicates the room, “for them.  If I win, you have to let them go.”

Fortuna: I’m not stopping them

Sam: Okay, when I win, you have to give back the luck you stole, close up shop

Fortuna: What is with you and these losers?  They’re nothing, they don’t matter

Sam: they matter to me

Dean: they matter to us

Everyone in the poolhall (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Fortuna agrees.  She breaks, and it all goes downhill from there.  Sam doesn’t even get to play a shot.  

They lost. There’s silence

Fortuna: you challenged the goddess of luck in her own joint, what did you think was going to happen?

Me: pretty much this tbh, I’m actually surprised Sam won the first game

Dean: well, we had to try

Fortuna: well, that was stupid

My poor boys.  They leave the poolhall.

Dean: I thought she was going to kill us

Sam: well she doesn’t have to, our luck will do that on its own … Dean, we can’t just…

Dean:… leave ‘em?  Yeah, I know.

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Dean: all right, well let’s go get WiFi and see what kills Lady Luck, we’ll circle back

Sam’s agreeing when Evie comes out, followed by the other players.  They ask her what happened. She says Fortuna shut it down.  They ask why

 Evie: Because of you, she said she thought your kind had gone extinct

Sam: Our kind?

Evie: Heroes, like the old days

Fortuna also gave her a message to pass on, “Don’t play Chucks game, make him play yours.

She hands Sam a coin which he somewhat reluctantly takes.  He holds it in his closed fist as she walks away.  He opens his hand and we see the coin glow green on his skin.  Dean “grabby hands” Winchester snatches the coin, getting a glare from Sam and the coin glows green in his hand too.

They get into the car and Dean fires up the engine.  “We’re back baby!”  

Aww, Dean called Sam baby.  

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Also me: You can take your “Castiel is a lamp” sub zero text and whack yourself over the head with it.  

They drive away. And I’m left behind wondering if they’ve got their “normal” luck back or the supercharged hero luck that Sam said he didn’t want and that’s why he was reluctant to take the coin.

They arrive back at the bunker.  Dean’s scratching lottery cards and doesn’t win.  So much for the superhero luck.

Sam consoles his husband brother that they might not have won the lottery, but they have no car trouble, the credit cards work again, and Dean was able to eat back to back bacon double cheeseburgers, that didn’t kill him. So…

Dean: that was beautiful by the way… I’m just saying, would it have killed her to give us a little extra?

Sam: well, she thinks we’re really heroes, maybe they don’t get all the answers

Well hopefully that conversation answered my concern from earlier.

Cass appears, looking shifty (when doesn’t he tbh).  They know something is wrong and Sam asks him.  He steps aside and Jack appears. Jack dorky waves hello and we all melt and immediately forget he killed their mom and did some other really naughty stuff that at the very least should get him a time out.  Apparently, Dean and Sam forget too.    This scene is shot with Jack and Cass at one side of the reading room and Sam and Dean on the other.

Sam: Jack?

Castiel (to Sam): it’s really him

Sam walks over to Jack first and gets quicker as he reaches him and we get a Sam and Jack hug, and since I didn’t get one in season 14, I’ll ignore the mom killing, heart eating etc. for a few minutes and enjoy the hell out of this one. Yes, I’m fickle!  But I loved this nougat eating baby before Dabb ruined him.

Dean walks across more slowly, reaches and grasps Jack behind his neck, staring into his face as if checking it’s really him.  I think he’s struggling to see past the burnt-out eyes which was their last view of him.  He looks briefly at Cass once.  To me it’s a silent thank you (headcanon for bringing Jack back for Sam in particular), and an equally silent, you’re welcome.  Jack looks a little apprehensive as obviously the last time he was alive, Dean was going to shoot him, stopped only by Sam.

They all have a beer at the map table, Sam asks Jack about eating hearts, so it’s good that hasn’t been hidden.  Jack said he had to.

Dean (to Castiel): and you let him?

Castiel nods (likely waiting for the anger for doing the wrong thing)

Dean (shrugs): hmmm

And… that is not my Dean.  They’ve turned him into a neutered house cat and idiots are calling it “growth”.  And all I can hope is that his natural instincts fight their way through, I believe it’s wrong to trust Jack is okay eating hearts, even of ones that eat children’s souls and I hope we see that develop as we progress.

Sam: you could have called us

Jack: every day I wanted to come home, but I couldn’t

Dean: why not?

Jack: because if I don’t stay hidden, if I use my powers, my grandfather, he’ll know I’m back, and try and kill me… again… he’s afraid of me, and that’s why we had to wait.

Castiel: Billy kept him hidden in the empty, until Chuck went off world

Jack: she let me out when it was safe

Dean: safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts?

Jack: safe to do what I have to.  

Turns out the hearts were just the beginning, they made Jack strong, but not strong enough.  If Jack follows her plan, he’ll get stronger and he’ll be able to kill god.

Sam and Dean (in winsync):  bitch please, this is our show!

Not really, that was just me and we end on that note.  I could wish we had ended on “The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers, but season 15 music budget.  Sigh.

So, I have a few other issues with this episode, particularly with the Jack side of the storyline, off the top of my head;  

1)      I’m hoping we aren’t sweeping what he did in season 14 under a rug, a la Castiel.  

2)      I’m hoping we aren’t just going to support him eating hearts (even of bad angels) without fully investigating what this supposed plan is.

3)      I’m struggling with the heart thing anyway. I don’t believe an angel has a heart to eat, only the human vessel does so I’m going to need an explanation on why eating human hearts is supposedly goring to make jack stronger, and why we don’t care about the human vessel

4)      I’m struggling with how a lesser god can give back what God took away, even if that lesser god is the goddess of luck, God still trumps her.  

Other than that, I think Death is bad now, or at least Billy’s version of death is. I think they changed course on wanting to kill the Winchesters a couple of seasons ago when they realised they could play a part in them reaping God. Possible reason, just being tired after all this time, and wanting it all to end. And it can’t end before Chuck dies. Possible power play.

I still think Chuck will die.  I still think the Winchesters will become firewalls, not sure what Jack is, other than a toddler whose power needs to be bound until he can wield it responsibly, and Castiel is going to sacrifice himself at some point. And the less we say about Eileen, the better.

Next episode is up after Hellatus the welcome break from the caricature this show has become 

#spn spoilers #15.11 #The Gamblers #episode review #episode recap #anti castiel #spn critical #anti saileen #anti eileen

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Finally

Title: Finally

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2627

Square Filled: Mutual Pining

Summary: After what was supposed to be a one-night stand, Y/N and Dean get to know each other and eventually become friends, but as their friendship grew, so did their feelings however, neither of them knew how the other felt.

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of dick boyfriends, Fluff, Smut, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex (always be safe), Consumption of alcohol, and some adult language.

Written for: @spndeanbingo

A/N: When mindless writing actually turns into a whole fan fiction! And it just so happened to fit in well with SPN Dean Bingo! What a coincidence! Hope you guys enjoy the smutty goodness. Written in third person… why? I don’t know. It just kind of happened. Happy Reading!

He was a little bit vulnerable, and she was a little bit drunk, but at the end of the night, after they’d gone a few rounds between her bedsheets, what ended up not being a mistake was the fact that, after all of the sexual tension was exercised out of their system, they somehow became really good friends.

Y/N had become his rock, and Dean was the one thing keeping her above water.

The night they met at the bar, Dean caught his girlfriend, of four years, cheating on him with her boss from the advertising company she worked for. They were in his apartment and in his bed. After giving the guy a near death experience that would haunt him forever, Dean kicked Anna to the curb, literally tossing all of her belongings out onto the street like the piece of trash she has proven herself to be.

What brought Y/N to the exact same bar that fated night was her boyfriend of one year. He broke up with her, but not before giving her the worst excuse of a life time… “Sorry babe, we just don’t have a lot of sex anymore. I need someone who can cater to my needs.” She had never been so insulted, hurt, and felt so insecure in all of her lifetime, hence her overconsumption of a dearest friend – Tequila.

After some drunken and emotionally needy sex at her apartment, the two of them stayed in bed, pouring their sad story to one another, just getting things off their chest in the comfort of each other’s company. It was the one thing they needed the most. Not just the comfort of someone to listen, but a companion that they could count on to understand and not judge them. They needed someone on the same wavelength, and that was exactly what they got. They got each other.

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, and they had become inseparable, but despite their drunk escapades in the beginning of their relationship, it settled in something strictly platonic. They were just friends.

“Dean! Seriously? Get your own!” Y/N grumbled, trying to push him away as he tried to reach over to take another bite of her slice of pizza.

“No, I want that one in your hand,” he whined, obviously deliberately trying to mess with her. She hated when people tried to eat her food when there were more than enough to share.

“Dean!”  She chides.

“Y/N! You love me don’t you?” He asked, pouting, flashing those deep emerald orbs that suckered her in every… single… damn… time.

Y/N froze, staring at her best friend and his stupidly annoying and irresistible green eyes. Dean had no idea how she felt about him. She loved him, there was no doubt about that, but she was in love with him. She had never loved someone so much as she did him, and it scared her. She didn’t want to ruin what they had, but she also knew that she wouldn’t be able to bare the idea that one day he might fall in love and leave her behind.

“I hate you,” she mumbled, offering her slice to him. Dean grinned in triumph, leaning in to take another bite, but instead, Y/N jammed the entire slice into his mouth, almost choking him.

As Dean coughed, managing to keep all the food in his mouth, she laughed full body, her back crashing onto the back cushion of the couch. She was loud and obnoxious, as if she couldn’t contain herself. When Dean finally was able to compose himself, he glared at her, watching how the tears ran down her cheeks from laughter. Just seeing her that way, lost in amusement, he couldn’t help but admire her. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful person he’d ever met… inside and out. Hearing her call his name was enough to awaken the butterflies in his stomach. What he wouldn’t do to be able to call her his and to have her call him hers. He had it bad. Really bad for her.

“You’re a dick, you know that right?” He huffed, a soft chuckling falling from his lips.

“What can I say, I learned from the best,” she replied, wiping her eyes.

Dean couldn’t take his eyes off her even if he wanted to. He noticed a stray tear sitting on her cheekbone and he reached over, swiping it away with is thumb. “Missed one,” he said, the words coming out soft and winded.

“Thanks,” she smiled, pushing down the whirlwind taking place in her tummy. The things he did to her was alarming in the sense that… she had no idea how long she could control herself until she just snapped and jumped his bones… and other things.

Dean didn’t relent, the proximity they were in was enough for him to smell her sweet scent. What amazed him was that she didn’t wear perfume or body spray. She naturally smelled really good. All the times they’ve cuddled on the couch or bed, one of his favorite things was her scent. How it stuck to his shirt, how it mesmerized him. It was his favorite scent, even more than the smell of freshly baked pie, which was saying a lot.

She was staring into his eyes, deep and expressive, and she feared he’d know what she was thinking about, and when his eyes dipped down to her lips, she figured he did, but in reality, he didn’t. He was lost in his own emotions, getting caught up in his feelings and his desperation to feel her lips on his. He’s wasn’t sure when it happened, but he fell in love with her.

Their first meeting felt like so long ago, and he can barely remember what her lips tasted like, let alone what they felt like, and all he wanted to do was refresh his memory. He wanted to remember everything. He wanted to feel his rough hands on her soft skin, feel her under and over him, feel her take all of him like she’s done that first night.

“Shit,” he hissed out of nowhere, unbeknownst to the fact he’d said that out loud.

“What?” she asked, sucking her bottom lips into her mouth before trapping it between her teeth. She was just as captivated as he was, soaking up how attractive he was. It was practically illegal to look the way that he did. Even in a tattered shirt and sweatpants with his hair angling in all sorts of ways, to her he looked like a dream come true, and he was true. He was real. She could talk to him, touch him, feel all the things he does to her without even trying or knowing. The only thing she couldn’t do was wrap herself all over him.

“What?” He responded back… unaware of what she was talking about.

“What’s wrong?” she breathed, her eyes flipping upwards to avoid his invitingly pink lips.

“I’m gonna go for it,” Dean said his thoughts aloud again.

“For wh—” She didn’t even have time to finish her question before Dean crashed his lips to hers, relishing in the feel of how soft they were. He doesn’t remember it feeling this good.

His tongue forced it’s way passed her lips however, there wasn’t much resistance to begin with. She let him take whatever he wanted, thoroughly enjoying the way he enveloped her, taking control.

When air started to become an issue, she pushed him away softly, their lips parting with a soft smacking sound. The world felt like it was spinning. “Air…” she breathed, as if she needed to let him know why she had to stop. If oxygen wasn’t a necessity, she would never have stopped.

Dean didn’t bother to listen, his lips not missing a beat to move over to the sensitive skin on your throat, nipping and leaving little marks that he’d hope would remind her of him, but jokes on him… everything reminded her of him. He was all she thought about, dreamt about, talked about. Some might say she was obsessed, and maybe they were right.

She hummed in approval, enjoying the feel of him leaving his marks. “So perfect,” Dean muttered against her skin. “So damn beautiful. I want to make you mine.”

His confession caught her off guard. She thought that this was jut one of those spur of the moment things, that she was just there and things sort of just… happened, but his confession…

“Do you mean that?” She asked, pushing him away once again, his eyes locking on hers.

“Do I ever lie?” He responded back with a question of his own.

“No.”

“Then what’s your answer?”

Her voice got caught in her throat, unable to believe that the person she loved the most was really asking her to be his. It was a dream she never thought could ever be possible, yet here they were… Dean waiting for her answer.

“I’ve always been yours,” she finally confessed.

Dean started into her eyes for a hot minute, before finally taking what was now rightfully his. His lips back on hers, box of pizza forgotten, movie fading into background noise, and his body pressing hers down against the couch. He was going to make up for lost times.

He started his journey downwards, his lips running down her chin, throat, and then to her stomach as he lifted her shirt over her head. He groaned in approval to her lack of a bra, he wondered if she was uncovered under her own sweatpants.

“So perfect,” he complimented, propping himself up with his forearms, letting his gorgeous green orbs trail over her exposed chest. His lips fell over her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and teasing it until it was painfully hard. He switched over to the other, giving it the same treatment while one of his hands disappeared under her pants. “Fuck,” he mumbled against her hard nipple, not wanting to part from the bud. She wasn’t wearing any panties either.

“Please,” she begged. “Need you to touch me.”

Releasing her nipple with an obscene pop, he stared down at her, taking in how wrecked she look, and he’s only done less than the bare minimum. Her chest was rising and falling dramatically, her eyes were dark with need, and her skin flushed.

Without anymore hesitation, he glided his hand over her sex, his fingers teasing her opening before resting on her bundle of nerves, massaging it in slow circular motions. He watched her watch him, loving the way her lips parted and how her eyebrows angled, accenting the need and desperation in her eyes as they willed to remain open.

“I got you,” he assured, reconnecting their lips before pulling back, wanting to watch her over expressive face as he…

He slid two fingers inside of where she wanted him most, her slick easing the two appendages knuckles deep. The sounds she made accompanying the way her face contorted made Dean incredibly hard. His ever growing cock tenting in his sweatpants.

“God, Dean! I need more. Please. Want you to fill me up,” she begged.

Dean couldn’t resist her even if he wanted to. It had been too long since he’s heard her beg for him like that. He wasn’t used to it. He felt the need to give her everything and whatever she wanted… needed.

“I know, I’ve got you. I got you Sweetheart, just be patient. I’m just getting you ready.”

“I’m ready,” she cried, needing him to fuck her into oblivion.

After a little extra work, Dean finally deemed that she was ready. She was worked up and had been pleading him for his cock, but he took his time, wanting to make her feel good, wanting to memorize her body. And when the both of them were completely bare, he sunk into her, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while Y/N’s eyes shut tight, her back arching in utter bliss. She had been waiting for this for far too long.

Dean went slow, not needing to rush. He pulled out nearly all the way, before pushing back in until his hips were flush against hers. She was a writhing mess under him, desperately thrusting her hips to match his. Dean placed his hands on her hips, positioning himself on his haunches and hauling her thighs over his, so that her ass was off the couch. His hands slid around her waist, holding her still as he watched the way he tight little pussy devoured his thick shaft, taking him in all the way so well… hungrily.

He had to hold himself back. The sight of her mixed with the sounds of her pleasure were driving him to brink of insanity. His plan was to make love to her, to take his time to reacquaint himself with her body, he wanted this to last as long as he could, but it was starting to become damn near impossible.

“Patience, Y/N. Patience. I want to take my time with you,” Dean grunted, trying to regain any semblance of control he had left.

“B-but I need you,” she replied, completely strung out. “Need you so bad, please. Fuck me harder.”

Dean let out a guttural growl. She did things to him that he never thought was possible. It was like she could pull out the most primal parts of him. “Fuck,” he hissed, feeling her clench around him. She was doing it on purpose, wanting to tip him off the edge. Wanting him to lose all control. “Y/N...” Dean warned.

“Need it—”

Her clenching didn’t relent, and Dean had had enough. Unable to stand his slow place, he pulled out and slammed into her in one fluid motion, not bothering to pull back just yet. He just pressed inside her, the head of his cock kissing her cervix. She screamed, her body shuddering at the rough fullness she was feeling.

“Dean!”

“This is what you wanted right?” He grunted, pulling out until his tip was pressed against her pussy lips then surging forwards once again. Each thrust was powerful, his tip meeting her cervix with each plunge, and making sure his pelvis rubbed against her throbbing clit. She swore she saw stars, or maybe the pleasure was too much that she was borderline about to black out. Either way, she welcomed it with open arms... or rather, open legs.

“Please, please, please!” She chanted. “Please don’t stop! So fucking close!”

Her screams were high pitched, back arched so dramatically that it might break. Dean held her still, both hands practically wrapping themselves fully around her waist in an iron grip, her skin bulging between his finger, no doubt leaving bruises.

Neither Dean or Y/N could prepare for what came next. Y/N shouted bloody murder as the best orgasm she’s ever had ripped through her, her juices splashing between her and Dean’s hips. “Shit!” Dean howled, watching the way her body was reacting to him. A few hard thrusts later, he was falling with her, thick ropes of his seed coating her walls.

Once he was completely spent, his body went lax, falling over her still trembling figure. She didn’t mind the weight, in fact she relished in his warmth, loving the feel of his chest heaving against hers, and his hasty breath fanning against her neck. This was where they both wanted to be; wrapped up in each other’s arms, tangled in each others bodies.

“Finally,” Dean managed to speak out, the wide grin on his lips buried in the crook of her neck.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, staring at the ceiling, her own smile etched across her face. “Finally.”

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[iwantthedean]

Forever Found

Summary: The reader goes on a mission to save Rowena from a dungeon in Hell.  Pairing: Rowena x Reader Word Count: 750 Square Filled: Secret Identity @spnaubingo Warnings: Spells.  A/N: This one is dedicated to my roomie, @apurdyfulmind. 

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It wasn’t often that one came across a map of the underworld, let alone one with the place’s current markings. There was a good chance you’d regret this later, but if you didn’t find Rowena soon, you feared she would be lost forever. 

The ritual was ready; you took one more look at the map, focused on Rowena’s picture on your desk in the background, and lit the thing on fire. 

The corners burned away quickly, but to you, the seconds stretched into long minutes while you waited for the fire to zero in on Rowena’s location in Hell. When the flames finally curled into nothingness, you let out a breath of relief. 

“Took long enough,” you mumbled, hovering over what was left of the map. You squinted to see the words scrawled across the place Rowena was being held, and your head fell back. “Wonderful.”

You stared at the ceiling for a moment before dropping that small piece of map into a drawer. You were going to have to make this happen, but you weren’t so sure you were capable of it. Your years equaled only a fraction of Rowena’s, and you hadn’t had the training she had; you hadn’t honed your talents the way she had. 

Licking your lips and taking one more determined glance at Rowena’s picture, you shoved your feet into your shoes, reviewed a certain spell in Rowena’s book, then took off for Hell. 

***

The first identity you took on was that of the demon guarding the gate to Hell. It was easy enough, and it bolstered your confidence. At each checkpoint, as you ventured deeper and deeper into Hell, you took on another identity. Each one got you that much farther, until you were in the hallway of Crowley’s dungeons. 

Your heart sped up as you neared the place where Rowena was waiting. Her very presence lit your body up as though you were a radar device picking up her signal. Your powers were running weak for the moment; you were too worked up over the idea of having Rowena nearly in your arms again. Unable to maintain the identity you had so recently stolen, you took on another appearance — a small boy. 

“What are you doing down here, child?” a demon asked, approaching you. 

You feigned innocent confusion. “I’m looking for someone.”

The demon reached out to grab you, but you summoned up the energy to defend yourself. You reached out the small hand of the little boy you were pretending to be, curling your fingers into a claw-like shape, then turned at the wrist. The demon’s body reacted in kind, crumpling before twisting in a quite unnatural position. 

“Freeze,” you commanded. 

Like an object dropped into liquid nitrogen, frost and ice formed a layer over the demon’s body before she dropped to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces and melting away. 

“Mommy says not to talk to strangers,” you smirked as you walked away. 

You continued on your way, finding the door Rowena was behind, and swung it open with your mind. You stood there in the doorframe, staring at her beaten, bleeding frame. The sight set you into shock, kept you rooted at the spot. 

“Wee boy, something wrong with you?” Rowena demanded. “Cat got your tongue?”

You could hear fear tinge the tired frustration in her voice, and it spurred you to move. Dropping your facade, you waited to be fully yourself again before rushing to her side. 

Her eyes glazed over with tears as you worked to undo the chains on her wrists. Rowena wasn’t a crier, not really, but it was something you had been privy to several times throughout your relationship. Just as you could breathe easy around her, Rowena could let her guard down with you. 

You bent low to pull her arm over your shoulders and help her up off the ground. You made to move forward, but Rowena didn’t move with you. You looked at her and frowned. 

“Ro — we’ve got to move now if we’re going to get out of here.”

She sniffled back the tears, working on building her tough exterior once again. “You came for me.”

Careful of her bruised, bleeding lip, you softly kissed her. “I will always come for you. Forever.” 

“Forever,” Rowena repeated, moving forward with you now, the words from your lips giving her what she needed to push through the pain and exhaustion to make it out of Hell and safe home with you. 

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[writing-is-my-backup-plan]

Borne on the Wings of Steel

a/n: New series on the way!!!!  I just started working on it tonight but I love it so much I can’t wait to show you guys!  I have had this idea for a while now but I didn’t know how to put it into motion until the latest episode.  It will take place right after 13x18.  Don’t panic though, I have been working on Dust in the Wind!  And yes, I do have a problem with Kansas songs.

Summary:  You always felt like you didn’t belong, that something was inadvertently wrong with your surroundings.  Your life was simple; had a rental you called home, a normal and routine job, and a couple of friends from college.  One day, however, you wake up in a strange room with symbols covering every surface of the walls.  After two disgruntled and confused hunters find you, you discover that you are now in your favorite T.V. show.  The Winchesters try to help you get back to your universe, but what if maybe it isn’t where you were meant to be?

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Soulmate!AU, Season 13 spoilers, fluff, multiple universes, mommy issues, Gabriel, Luci, and of course shit writing.

Just a teaser (SPN 13x18 SPOILERS, you’ve been warned!):

Five minutes in you were already screaming like a school girl. “Charlie!  Yes!  I can spot that redhead anywhere!”

Comments and shouts were echoing across the living room.  You watched closely as Castiel walked into the room Gabriel was staying in and near fell off your couch when he turned on the light.

“Sam!” Castiel’s shout came from the T.V.

The long haired, giant Winchester came running into the room, his eyebrows furrowing at the symbols covering the walls.  “What – did, did he do this… Enoch-“

Your gasping reflection stared back at you in the blank screen of the T.V.  Everything was dark except for the last bits of sunlight peeking through your blinds.  The entire house was quiet with the lack of background noise from your appliances. The power was completely out.

“Son of a BITCH!”

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[deanssweetheart23]

Tennessee Whiskey

Title: Tennesee Whiskey

Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t think he can fall in love. But every time he thinks of the way he’s around her, the way she makes him smile even in the darkest of days, he starts to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 2315

Warnings: Hmmm. Like the tiniest bit of angst. Drinking as a coping mechanism (not healthy, but this is Dean we’re talking about, so, you know...). And fluff, guys. So much fluff.  

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @supernatural-jackles Jen’s SPN Birthday Challenge. My sweetest friend, Jen, happy birthday (even if I’m a few days early) and thank you so much for letting me participate. I loved working on this one.

My prompt for this was a gif that’s inserted into the fic. The story is very much based on Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey (which is the most amazing song ever and has Dean’s name all over it *cough* the glorious Jensen Ackles has covered that song and it’s a dream *cough*)

Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 because she is the best best-friend and writing guru in the world (and because she kept me sane these past few weeks). You’re the best, twin. 

Thank y’all for bearing with me. Enjoy <3 

Dean Winchester had always liked bars.

He liked the way they looked, deep mahogany booths and age-speckled lights making him feel at home in places that had seen their fair share of stories, the way that distinct scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey clung to his clothes afterwards, like it was a piece of him.

He liked the inverted bottles that were pressed along the walls, the beer and the whiskey and the bourbon, and the way it burnt down his throat and made him feel something, anything, on those nights he was far too numb and far too broken to believe he was alive in the first place.

Alcohol used to be Dean’s poison and fuel anyway; it cleansed the impure parts of him and kept him going when he felt like there wasn’t much to keep going for.

And then she came along.

Y/N waltzed into his life years ago, when she’d shakily shot the werewolf that had kidnapped her right in the heart, and, ever since that day, she’d somehow managed to wove herself deep into the fabric of his existence.

He didn’t even notice at first.

Instead, he chalked it up to pure coincidence when he realized that her smile alone could always put a grin on his face and that her presence, warm and redeeming, was one of the very few things he craved after a hunt. And when the sight of other men flirting with her began too much started to irritate him, he figured he was just being overprotective.

In fact, he stubbornly ignored all the signs until, one day, it dawned on him that he wanted her to spend the night curled up next to him because the motel didn’t have an extra room, or that he yearned for her to stay up late at nights so he could have her all to himself, so he could have intimate conversations and movie marathons, secret smiles and goodnight kisses that lingered on the forehead.

With a sigh, Dean cleared his mind and swirled the amber liquid in its glass, eyes glued to her.

She was currently laughing at something she’d said, head thrown back like she was a little kid, lips smudged with sangria and, for a moment, he allowed himself to wonder what it’d feel like to-

“Dude,” she whined, shoving him, “are you even listening to me?”

He smirked, playful and unruffled, fingers curled around the bottom of the glass.

“’Course I am.” A pause. “I always am, sweetheart.”

Snorting out an adorable laugh, she scrunched her nose up in the cutest of ways, cheeks going just a tad coral.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just –do those lines actually get you laid?”

A grin tugged at the corners of Dean’s mouth.

“Do those lines actually get me laid?” he repeated, chuckling a little under his breath. “Kid, have you seen me?”

She let out a laugh, bright and loose and so genuine that he could feel it re-vibrating in his bones.

“Jeez, Dean. Always so modest.” She teased, shaking her head in disbelief. 

There was a very brief pause, nothing but the sound of quiet conversations and the jukebox playing in the background and then-

“So.” She started, looking at him through her lashes.

A hum.

Brows bumped together in a scowl.

“So?”

“You really weren’t listening, were you?”

“I was.”

She chuckled, gnawing her bottom lip.

“D. I told you Zeppelin sucks four times and you just nodded and went along with it.”

Taken aback, he titled his head to the left and licked his lips nervously. 

“I –I didn’t –I mean, I wasn’t,” he paused, the tips of his ears turning a bright shade of pink as he took in the smug look coating Y/N’s figures, “you’re a brat, you know that?”

“Yes. And you’re busted.” She chanted, face lit up into a grin, finger brandished at him. “C’mon. Talk to me, pal.”

He chuckled, despite himself.

“Pal?”

“Just… Humor me, okay?”

He smiled, a half-smile really, all because she knew him so damn well, then ran a hand over his face.

“’S nothing…” A glare. “Fine. I’m just… ‘M glad you’re okay. That last hunt was-”

“Hey.” she whispered, soft hand on his face. “That’s over now. I’m here.”

“I know that. But I –I almost lost you out there, kid.” He replied, voice rough and low and a bit choked. “And I don’t think –I can’t-”

“You won’t have to.” she said him with a tremulous smile, hand cupping his stubbly face. “Not everyone leaves, you know.”

He winced at her statement, the muscle in his jaw twitching as his chest hitched just a little, and, goddammit, the pure concern in her bright eyes practically tore him in two.

“Sweetheart-”

“No. I mean that. I’m with you, D. I’ll always be with you.”

It was barely a whisper, a scraped and bleeding secret that’s always been there, dancing at the edge of her lips during those nights they spent laying together in shared motel beds, looking into each other’s eyes until they fell asleep, all those times she spent patching him up, all affection and gentle touches.

But it was out in the open now, wordy and concrete and real, and he wished, more than anything for her to take it back, to erase the words from the air and forget about them forever.

So, he shook his head and reached for his drink again, pointedly avoiding her gaze.

“Don’t say stuff like that, kid.” He pleaded, grip tightening around the glass until his knuckles were white.

Titling his head back, he looked at her, misty green eyes shining under the speckled lights of the bar.

“Why not?”

Silence.

Deep breath.

“Because the universe’s going to find a way to screw us over. It always does.”

“Um, excuse me. Have you met me?” she snorted, mischief floating across her face. “I am the most stubborn person in the world, Winchester, and if I wanna stick around, I’m gonna stick around. Screw the universe.”

He smiled.

He didn’t mean to but he couldn’t help it when she showed him that side of hers, the one that was fiercely independent and strong and sarcastic, but soft and warm and giving at the same time.

“There’s that smile.” She gushed, hand reaching for his, soft fingers running over his knuckles. “You should smile more often, D. It looks good on you.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he started in faux astonishment, “are you hitting on me?”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” she whined, swatting away his hand when he tried to reach her, “why do I even still bother with you?”

He laughed, fingers wrapping around her wrist.

“Because I’m awesome.” He smirked, kissing her palm. “And you’re terrible at making new friends.”

Narrowing her eyes, she let out a growl in a miserable attempt to appear dangerous, but it only egged him on. 

“’M sorry. It’s just… That eye roll thing you do? It’s adorable.” He beamed, leaning in to tuck some hair behind her ear.

“No, it’s not. It’s scary, you little-”

“Sssh… Listen.”

He cut her off, and she actually pouted, curious Y/E/C orbs drifting to the jukebox while a rich, intimate melody danced across the bar and filled it with the sounds of guitar strains.

“That’s your favorite song, right?”

She blinked, head titled to the left.

“I –how exactly do you know that?”

“Like I said, Y/N/N,” he smirked, tipping his glass, “I always listen. Now, c’mon.”

“Huh?”

Getting off the stool, Dean let out a mirthless chuckle, hand reaching for hers.

“Dance with me.”

“You –wait, you’re serious?” she asked, looking at him sideways.

“As a heart attack, yeah.”

“But… D., you don’t dance.”

He shrugged, sly grin on full display.

“Tonight, I do.”

“Right.” she nodded, squinting at him suspiciously. “Did you lose a bet or something? Or are you… Man, are you trying to feel me up?”

“Really, kid?” he asked in faux offense. “Do I look like some kind of perv to you?”

“Yes.”

His lips twitched in amusement/

“Well, you’re not wrong.” He chuckled, waggling his brows. “But, uh, no, no hidden agendas here. ‘S just a dance.”

“But-”

She wanted to say more, wanted to protest that she didn’t think there was a reason for them to dance, but then, he brought out the big guns, raised his brows just a little and pouted the most adorable pout, emerald eyes wide and pleading.

She sighed, getting off the stool quite dramatically, and he had to stop himself from bursting out in laughter.

He knew she’d fall for that

She always did.

“Fine. But if your hands go anywhere near my ass I swear to God-”

“Don’t worry, tiger. I’ll behave” He winked and pulled her to the middle of the room, warm lips grazing her forehead for just a second.

Used to spend night out in a barroom

Liquor was the only love I’ve known

But you rescued me from reachin’ for the bottom

And brought me back from being too far gone

“You smell amazing, by the way.” He whispered into her ear as his arms wrapped around her, hands wandering lower than appropriate.

She didn’t mention it.

Instead.

“Yeah, Dean. Not creepy at all.” She teased and he barked out a laugh, shaking his head.

You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey

You’re as sweet as strawberry wine

You’re as warm as a glass of brandy

And, honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

They fell in perfect sync almost immediately, curves and edges locking together, softness and muscles blending like it was the one thing they were destined to do, and he closed his eyes, rested his chin on the top of her head and held her, steady and firm against him, because for once in his life, just once, all he could, all he wanted to do was live in the moment, relish in warmth and sweet smiles and that intoxicating scent of strawberries and sunshine that always made him feel like he home.

I’ve looked for love in all the same old places

Found the bottom of a bottle always dry

But when you poured out your heart I didn’t waste it

Cause there’s nothing like your love to get me high

He’d tried to ignore it.

God only knew how much he’d tried not to read too much into things, how he’d dismissed the fact she always huddled up next to him on the couch when she was tired, how he pretended he didn’t notice she always just glowed when he told her embarrassing childhood stories about Sam, cute sleepy smile playing at the corners of her lips.

He’d tried to forget about her.

For months, he flirted with every woman he could lay his eyes upon and, at the end of the night, he let her take him back to her place, ignoring that sickening feeling in his stomach that told him it was all wrong, the smile and the laugh and the touches and the way she looked at him, no sign of tenderness and affection in a pair of eyes that didn’t really meaning anything to him. 

And since that failed too, he tried to drink away his feelings. 

But even that didn’t seem to help. 

Not, tonight, anyway.

Not when she was so close to him, face buried in his chest, the loud thump of her heartbeat a concrete proof that, despite everything, despite the monsters and the demons and the darkness in his life, she was safe. 

You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey

Tennessee whiskey

Tennessee whiskey

She looked up then, smiling so lively at him, and he sighed and held her tighter, fingers digging into the fabric of her sundress, forehead pressed against hers while the song winded down to its end.

None of them moved.

They just stood there, wrapped up in each other, a mess of limbs and shared heat in the middle of the bar.

And then his eyes drifted to her lips and the world around him just faded and he could have sworn that her breath hitched in her throat for just a second.

So, he leaned closer, fingers working their way into the hair at the nape of her neck.

“Sweetheart?”

“Mmmm?”

“Tell me to stop.” He breathed out shakily, orbs flicking up to meet hers.

The corner of her mouth pulled up in a smirk.

“No.”

And, Jesus, it was all he wanted to hear, everything he needed to hear, so, he went for it, mouth brushing up against hers, smooth and tentative, just the tiniest bit of pressure. It was more than he’d ever imagined, more than he could possibly have hoped for and it was real and she was opening up to him without hesitation, profound and loving and so full.

Finally, they broke off and he braced his forehead against her own, eyes searching for hers.

“Kid, I-”

“I know.” A shared glance, open and fraught. “Me too.”

He nodded, like he’d heard something else entirely and captured her lips with his once more, bolder this time, tongues dancing and hearts pounding until he had to draw back again because he absolutely needed oxygen.

If he was fervent before, he was wrecked now, hands sliding up to cup her chin while he tried to catch his breath.

“So. Listen. I-” He tucked a stray of hair behind her ear, heart swelling at the way she was looking at him. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

She smiled.

It was that smile he knew he’d always love, that smile that made him feel like the world wasn’t such a dark place after all. 

It was the smile that had ruined all the other smiles for him.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Yeah.

She was definitely going to ruin him.

And he didn’t mind one bit.

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[faith-in-dean]

Perfect

Summary: The day of your wedding has come, never did you expect anything of this to happen, never did you plan on making your wedding a huge deal but your friends had a different idea. 

Words: 958

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: This is written for @mysteriouslyme81  ‘s Ed Sheeran Challenge and I had the song “Perfect”  Imagine this to be a place where any possible person is still alive.

Italic texts are flashbacks

When Dean saw you walking down the aisle, he felt like he had been dreaming. With the life he had been living, he never thought he would be in this position. He never thought he’d get to see the love of his life, his soon to be wife, dressed up so nicely, smiling at him as you were fighting your tears while Castiel slowly walked you over.

You had never wanted your wedding to be a big thing, never planned on having a wedding like this either way but once the word was out, everyone insisted on making this something big for Dean and you. After all, you didn’t experience hunters marrying that often.

But Dean and you? Your connection had been there since you were kids.

~~~

You had gasped slightly when you ran into a broad chest, blushing as you looked up to face a rather handsome guy. John Winchester surely didn’t tell you that anyone else was waiting here after picking you up from home since your parents had asked him to.

“Well, hello there. Have we met?” the guy asked with a slight smirk on his face.

“Keep your hands off her. This is Y/N, her parents called and asked me to take care of her from now on because they couldn’t guarantee her safety anymore,” John said, shoving the other person slightly away from you.

“Calm down, dad. I’m Dean by the way,” he rolled his eyes a little but held his hand out to you. Even if you didn’t know him that much yet you already felt a strong connection between the two of you as you shook his hand.

And you were so up to find out more about him.

~~~

John Winchester had always doomed your relationship. He tried to tell you that the two of you wouldn’t make it far if you fell in love, that it would only bring more pain than happiness. And at some parts of your life, it did but oh, how you wished he could have been with you today.

Dean and you could show him that this love worked out. That it would always work out. Dean and you had fought against anything that stood in your way. With him, you found a partner to go through hell with.

He had your support and you had his. Even if you fought sometimes, even if you screamed at each other at the top of your lungs, in the end, it would only get you closer.

“You look perfect,” Dean whispered, his eyes glassy from the tears he must have been holding back as well when he welcomed you at the altar.

“You do, too,” you smiled and reached up to gently caress his cheek. As much as you tried to hold back your tears while you spoke your vows, you just couldn’t. And when both of you had said yes and exchanged your rings? You had lost it. Dean pulled you in close, kissing you deeply as you just briefly noticed your friends cheering in the background.

~~~

“What are we doing here? I thought we had a hunt?” you asked while Dean led you over to a bench in some park. This didn’t look like a hunt to you at all.

“Well, it’s not a hunt. It was kind of an excuse to get you out here,” he shrugged a little, seeming rather nervous.

“You know you could have just asked me if I wanted to go to the park, right?” you glanced at him while quirking a brow.

“Couldn’t tell Sam, he’d make fun of me,” Dean excused himself but you didn’t buy any of that. He suggested to get the two of you some ice-cream, leaving you to wait and just wonder what the hell was going on with him. Though nothing you thought of was anything close to what he actually did.

“They didn’t have any ice-cream anymore but I-” he said when he got back, taking a deep breath as he looked at you, “I suck at this but screw it. Y/N, you’re a woman like nobody else. You’re stronger than anyone I know, hell, stronger than I am. You’ve made so many of my dreams come true. Dreams I never thought I’d get to be through. For so long you’ve been my friend, my lover, my girlfriend. You showed me how to trust people, shared so many secrets with me and let me share so many secrets with you,” he sighed a little before getting down on his knee.

“I believe you are the human version of a good angel. I don’t deserve you but… I’m going to ask you… will you become my better half? Will you marry me?” Dean finally asked, pulling a ring out of his pocket.

You couldn’t believe it. Did Dean Winchester really just ask you to marry him? Never did you expect this to happen but you knew, you would never say no.

~~~

The night had set in already, you and Dean had been talking to all the guests, barely any time for yourself but now you did have the time.

You had taken off your heels somewhen during the day, you always hated them. But it made this moment even better.

Dean held you close as the two of you danced, you had been barefoot on the grass and while Dean still wore his shoes, he paid enough attention as not to hurt you.

“Sorry if I look like a mess, all of this got me too emotional,” you whispered to him, looking up into his green eyes.

“Sweetheart, you look perfect. You don’t have to worry about anything,” Dean assured you, slowly kissing you while the two of you kept dancing.

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[winchestersplusone]

Chapter 93: Our Poor Choices

Summary: Bela has made some bad choices. And probably Dean too. But then… Ellie doesn’t always make the right call, either.

Wordcount: 3382

Warnings: None. Except angst, I guess…

A/N: WHAT?! She’s back, y’all!!! Thank god I went to All Hell Breaks Loose because I fell back down the deep deep rabbit hole of living and breathing SPN!!!

(Also, Jared Padalecki hugged me and called me “sweetie”, but that’s obviously not important at all it’s only been 3 days I can’t expect my heart rate to have gone down yet, right?)

Episode Guide: This chapter takes place during and just after 3x15.

Chapter 93: Our Poor Choices

On our way back to the motel, Dean explained what happened with Rufus. He’d given Dean the address for Bela, along with several pages of relevant documents about her past. Apparently there’s a thing you can do with IDing a person from their ear. So a friend of Rufus’ in England had a whole lot of background.

Dean had already gone through it, of course. Her real name was Abby. Her parents died when she was fourteen, and in suspicious circumstances. Their car crashed, and Police suspected the brake line had been cut, but weren’t able to prove it. And little Abby got their money. A whole lot of money.

That explained why that vengeful spirit had gone after her in Massachusetts. It targeted people who had killed a member of their own family.

“Shoulda let that spirit take her out,” Dean said, as he finished explaining.

“Cutting her parents’ brakes at fourteen,” Sam repeated. “Wow. That’s… That’s cold.”

“She didn’t cut ‘em,” Dean went on. “I noticed something in her room. Devil’s shoestring.”

“Like for warding off Hellhounds?” asked Sam. Man had a botanical encyclopaedia in his head. He was always identifying plants from name or sight alone.

“Exactly like,” Dean said. “And guess when mommy and daddy died?”

Shit. Bela had done a deal with a Crossroads demon. “Ten years ago?”

“To the day,” Dean said. “Her time’s up.”

Sam turned in his seat to look back at me. I was in the middle, again, leaning forward to perch my head between theirs. I didn’t know what Sam’s face meant. He slightly raised one eyebrow. But maybe he was looking at my expression for some reason, rather than trying to communicate anything.

“Did she tell you why?” he asked, turning back to his brother.

“Didn’t ask. We’re talking millions, Sam. Why else?”

Maybe that’s what Sam had been trying to ask me, without words. Something about this story seemed… odd. It takes a special kind of ruthlessness to murder your parents for money before you’re even out of high school. Bela was definitely cold and hard, but she didn’t seem greedy. She was incredibly shady and she sold stolen goods. She didn’t care what was done with the dangerous occult stuff she hocked. Yes, she’d shot Sam, which I’d never forgive. But she also paid us for rescuing her from that ghost ship curse. Paid us a lot.

She liked being rich, but I wasn’t quite sure how to reconcile a teenager so greedy she’d murder her parents in cold blood with a woman who casually threw twenty grand at us like it was nothing.

“Mighta been some other reason too,” I said. “I hate her, but I dunno… something just doesn’t seem right about that.”

“Okay, Shortcake,” said Dean, his tone like like a gentle, patronising pat on the head. “Bela’s just misunderstood and there’s a soft squishy marshmallow inside everyone.”

“Except you, asshole,” I said, throwing a heavy kick to the back of his seat.

“You said she didn’t have the Colt,” Sam cut in, carefully scooching the subject back on track before I tried to strangle Dean while he was driving. “So what happened?”

“Didn’t find the Colt, so I left. But she stole the motel receipt from my pocket.”

“Huh,” mumbled Sam. “So… she’s looking for us?”

“Or someone else is,” said Dean. “Either way, I’m thinking decoys in our beds tonight.”

Sam and I agreed with that, no question. Whether Bela bumped her parents off for money or not was irrelevant to our own situation. When someone pickpockets you to find out where you’re sleeping, best thing to do is not sleep there.

It was on the way back to the motel that Sam spotted a sex shop. Dean was all ready to joke about his little brother growing up or imply Sam had some weird fetish. But Sam pointed out that the place sold sex dolls, forcing Dean to agree that actually, that was a really great idea.

Two guys and a girl go into a shop and buy three sex dolls. I don’t know how that joke ends, but it sounds like a good start. At least, the man working the counter was amused.

It was dark by the time we got back to the motel. Dean had been in Canaan, so it was only Sam and I that needed to gather all our shit together. It was hard to make my decoy doll look right, lying on the floor, but we managed it. Without knowing whether it’d be Bela coming or someone else, and what they intended to do, we just had to take our best guess.

Dean was pretty convinced Bela was intending to kill us. She was trying to hold Hellhounds at bay, but rather than ask for help, she’d stolen the receipt to get our location. Sam and I agreed that it sure seemed like she was trying to cut some sort of deal. I wasn’t sure about killing us, though. Maybe her intention was just to give us up.

In any case, she probably wasn’t interested in killing me. I was merely a sidekick. A badass, super competent (and totally hilarious) sidekick. But not likely to be included in any plot against the Winchesters. Although, she hated my guts, so maybe she’d just see killing me as a bonus. Either way, I wasn’t waiting around to find out.

So we skipped, leaving the key in the room, and without telling reception. We didn’t need Bela inquiring at the desk and finding we’d checked out. With any luck, she wouldn’t turn up until very late, long after we were gone.

“Where are we going, though?” I asked, hauling my duffle into the back seat.

“As far as possible,” Dean said. “Pick a direction.”

I hesitated. Dean had three weeks left and he actually seemed willing, at this point, to talk about it. It seemed to me that this was an opportunity to go where the best resources were. We still had time to save him.

“Why don’t we go home?” I suggested. “I still think Dad’s got books I could…” I stopped, not wanting to tell Dean about my plan to ty and bring him back after death. I didn’t want him to get his hopes up. What if I couldn’t? Much better to keep looking for a better idea.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah. You miss your Dad, right? I guess we can take a little trip, make you less homesick, whatta you say, Sammy?”

Sam smiled as he shut the back door on me. It wasn’t a cheerful smile, but it was genuine. Just the slightest hint of his dimples formed.

“If that’s… if it’s what Ellie needs, sure.”

And so, we were able to agree on going home to Sioux Falls, with all of us pretending it wasn’t to make a last ditch effort to save Dean before the hounds came to take him down to Hell.

We made several attempts to call our abandoned motel room from the road. Dean wanted to gloat at Bela. I was still sure there was something we didn’t know about her, but I kept my mouth shut. At least until I knew whether or not she was planning to murder us.

But it’d be nice to know whether she was the one planning to come into our room, or someone else. Maybe, if someone answered the phone, we could get some idea of what was happening.

Nearing midnight, we were somewhere in Ohio. Dean decided to have another try, and this time, he didn’t put the phone down in frustration.

“Hiya, Bela. Here’s a fun fact you may not know. I felt your hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt.”

There was only the very briefest of pauses, obviously while she said something.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I understand perfectly. See, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door. A herb. Devil’s shoestring? There’s only one use for that: holding hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did? I went back and took another look at your folks’ obit. Turns out they died ten years ago today. You didn’t kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn’t you Bela? And it’s come due. Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal, our gun for your soul?”

His sentences had mostly rolled into one another, so I guessed he’d either been interrupting her attempts to respond, or she hadn’t tried and he was just delivering a monologue. After he was done, he did leave a brief pause, during which she presumably answered.

“But stealing the Colt wasn’t quite enough, I’m guessing,” he said.

Sam looked back at me while Dean listened to Bela’s reply. It was hard to see him that well in the dark car, but I was guessing his eyes were that deep concerned brown that looked bottomless.

“Really!” Dean said. “Wow, demons untrustworthy? Shocker! That’s uh… kind of a tight deadline too. What time is it? Well, look at that, almost midnight.” Another pause. “Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.” And then again.

Was she begging him for help? After what she’d done?

“You know what, you’re right, you don’t,” said Dean. “But you know what the bitch of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help we probably could have taken the Colt and saved you.”

We would have tried, at the very least. And a promise to try from the Winchesters had to be worth more than any demon’s offer to renegotiate a contract.

Even though she’d taken the Colt, and even though she’d lied and deceived us… Even though she shot Sam, I still didn’t think Bela deserved to die. And especially not so horribly, being doomed to eternity in Hell itself.

Yeah, so she supposedly did a deal to kill her parents, but that still didn’t quite tally up to me. Stealing and lying and being ruthless were definitely connected with Bela being capable of wishing her family dead. But why? Their deaths made her incredibly rich, yet she’d still started dealing in stolen occult items. She continued to make vast sums, despite not needing it. And then she paid us a fortune when we hadn’t asked her for anything.

Greedy people don’t throw money around. So why give away her soul just to off her parents and get the cash?

I wished Dean would put her on speaker, or let me talk to her. It was too late to do anything, but I wanted to know why. It was too late to help her. But I thought she should at least get the chance to explain her motives before the hounds came.

“And who told you that?” Dean asked her. Then he questioned her further. “She? Lilith? Why should I believe you? This can’t help you, Bela, not now. Why you telling me this?”

Whatever reason she gave, Dean was done with her. “I’ll see you in Hell,” he said, hanging up, putting the phone down and getting his right hand back on the wheel.

See you in Hell, he said. And I was one hundred percent sure he meant it literally.

We drove all night, and into the next day. We took turns, one driving, one keeping them awake and one sleeping in the back. With a couple of meal stops, we made it back home to Sioux Falls in just over fourteen hours. Dean was someone who believed that speed limits are just a suggestion.

It was a little after nine o’clock when we pulled into the yard. Still early enough for some breakfast.

The super subtle roar of the Impala’s engine alerted Dad before we’d even stopped, and he was waiting on the porch for us. I was in the front, taking my turn and keeping Dean company for the last leg. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, I was out before Dean had time to put it in park.

Shut up. I loved my Dad, okay.

He retained his grumpy demeanour as I ran up the steps and launched myself at him. But his grip on me when I hugged him betrayed his real feelings.

After a couple of seconds, he let go and put his hands on my shoulders, holding me a little apart from him, so he could examine my face. He peered at me, taking in the huge bruise on my forehead.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “Your head…”

I knew he was worried about my previous head wound, and I couldn’t blame him for that. I was smart enough to be cautious about bumps to the head. It was well over a year, but a cracked skull isn’t something you should be casual about. Both Sam and Dean were agreed, and always made sure to check very carefully for a concussion or other signs of damage.

Hunters tend to be reckless and live dangerously, but we’re not freakin’ stupid.

“I’m okay,” I told Dad. “I got knocked out, but it feels mostly fine now. Just a bit sore.”

“Follow my finger,” he said, and I did, as he moved it left, right, up and down in front of my eyes. Quicker and easier to just do it than argue about how I wasn’t concussed and knew what I was doing.

Sam was sitting with the back door open, yawning. He’d only woken up just as we arrived. Dean came up the stairs to stand beside Dad and me.

“She got hit with a shovel,” he said. “You wanna tell him why, Princess?”

“I was being a diversion,” I said defensively. “So Sam could get the victim out the window.”

“Uh huh,” Dean said. “Bobby, you ever seen your daughter’s diversions?”

“Dean…” I moaned.

“I usually got her on backup,” Dad said, and with what looked almost like a smile. Maybe Dean’s dobbing wouldn’t lead to an argument…

“She’s freakin’ insane,” Dean said, and I could see the proud little smile he tried to hide. “Dunno what we’d do without her, right Sammy?”

“Right,” Sam said, coming up behind me. “No one in the world as distracting as Ellie.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant it as a compliment or not, but Sam wasn’t usually inclined to insult me. “It’s a gift,” I said.

We all got straight to work. I headed to the library, with some books already in mind. Some stuff I hadn’t scanned yet, but I knew from my database that there might be something in them.

Dad had found something he wanted to show us, so he and Sam talked through that. Dean left the house again pretty much right away. There wasn’t enough beer, and going to get more was definitely a top priority.

We worked all day, stopping briefly for lunch. Then there was an afternoon of frantically rifling through books. While the others were still focusing on ways to break the contract, I focused on my own idea. Bela had revealed this demon, Lilith, was the one who held Dean’s contract, but Dad had read something different. Either way, I was still sure my back-up plan was worth pursuing.

Even if we figured out whether it was Lilith who had the contract (and why would Bela bother to lie at that point?), we still had to find her. And figure out how to get Dean free from the deal. Without triggering the clause that would end in Sam dying too.

I flipped through page after page, speed reading and searching for keywords. By the time it got dark out, it was hard to tell when my eyes were watering from strain, and when I was just crying from frustration. They’d sort of merged into one.

I gave up for the night and got up to make dinner. I decided to roast some actual vegetables, which always made Sam’s day. And Dean didn’t mind a good roast dinner either. It appealed to his secret domestic desires.

Sam thought something Dad had found might have some real potential. It was a reference to someone called the “King of the Crossroads”. After dinner, Dad sat Dean down to show him, while Sam and I did the dishes.

“Thanks,” he said, as I rolled up my sleeves to get washing.

“Thank you,” I replied. “Usually I do this on my own.”

“No, for yesterday,” he said. “With Benton. You were right.”

The whole Doc Benton scenario seemed weeks away. Had it really only been twenty-four hours since we threw him into a fridge and buried him deep as we could dig?

“Well, your heart was in the right place,” I said. “We’re all getting desperate.”

Sam took a heavy tray from me. His huge hands made it seem so much smaller and with his strength it seemed to weigh nothing at all.

“It’s my fault,” he said. “And the closer we get, the clearer that is to me. I’ve gotta…”

“Uh uh!” I scolded him, scrubbing at a plate with added vigour. “This is not your fault, Sam. Not yours, or mine, or Dad’s!”

It didn’t seem like the appropriate time to mention it. It never seemed appropriate, even quietly to myself, in the dark. But the truth was, Dean had made a choice. He was grieving and desperate and not thinking properly when he did it, but the dark, terrible circumstances behind it didn’t make it any less true. In fact, he’d made more than one choice.

He’d driven Dad and I away so we couldn’t stop him. He’d put together what he needed to make a deal. He’d driven to the crossroads. He’d summoned a demon, made a deal with her and accepted her unusually harsh terms. He’d been offered only one year and he took it.

There was a whole lot of backstory to who Dean was and why he’d made his choices. His feelings of intense protectiveness towards Sam were far more complex than my single college psychology elective could ever qualify me to comment on. Was Dean to blame for his decisions? Was he in a fit mental state to make that kind of deal? Would a desperate crossroads deal hold up in a human court of law? Surely diminished responsibility is a thing.

No. I don’t think we can ever say if Dean is to blame for what he did that terrible night. But one thing I did know.

No one else made that decision for him.

“There’s a way out of this, Ellie,” Sam said. “I know there is. And if I haven’t found it…”

“It’s not because you haven’t tried,” I reminded him. “Not knowing the solution to a problem isn’t the same as being the cause of the problem.”

He sighed, gently taking a plate from me. There was some danger of me agitatedly slamming it down in front of him. Maybe it wasn’t fair for me to get mad, but I couldn’t bear that he was putting the blame on himself.

“I know, but…”

“But nothing,” I scolded. “If a werewolf kills a man in Texas tonight, is it my fault?”

“Of course not…”

“No. Because I’m fucking miles away. You were dead Sam. And that’s a shitload further than Texas. You weren’t there when Dean made his deal, so it’s not your fault.”

“Okay,” he said.

But I could tell from his tone that I hadn’t convinced him of a damn thing. I’d just bullied him into agreeing with me to my face. I’d done nothing to heal his breaking heart, nothing to ease the suffering within.

My stupid temper. Rather than helping Sam, I’d just made him feel like I didn’t understand and that he couldn’t confide in me. And by the time we’d finished washing up, I still hadn’t figured out how to apologise for it. Then he was gone, to talk to Dad and Dean about this Crossroad King guy.

I joined them, but it was all business, and I couldn’t get Sam alone again before he went to bed.

I went up too, but I didn’t sleep at all. But then, did I really deserve to?

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[sageclover61]

War of Illusion part 7/8

The prior parts of this story can be found at the following link: http://sageclover61.tumblr.com/post/176111579487/spn-fic-prompt

Part 7 was already posted, but due to this prompt fill being written out of order, a little bit was added after it was posted that needed to have its own warnings included.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts

Word Count: 3744 Words

Story and tag list below the cut. 

When he landed, Sam was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, smiling widely, a half empty bottle of scotch next to him, amid a myriad of other bottles. It took awhile for Gabriel to figure out how to react. “Hey Sam, what are you doing down there?” he asked, perching on the couch and looking down at his older brother as his head slowly fell to lean against Gabriel’s leg.

Sam laughed bitterly, reaching clumsily for the bottle to take another drink from it. “-fell offa the couch.” His voice slurred, and Gabriel nodded softly.

“And why would you do something like that? The floor doesn't seem anywhere near as comfy as the couch, or a bed, or basically anything else.” Gabe hated that Sam was so hurt by the death of Dean that he felt the need to drink so much, and he really did hope that his plan regarding introducing Sam to Adam would help, but he couldn’t do that if Sam was drunk off his ass. There was just no sense in trying to reason with a drunk Winchester, regardless of which one it was.

Sam mumbled something that was indecipherable, a hand slowly reaching around to grab at Gabriel’s pant leg as he leaned more of his weight on him. “‘It’s Dean’s birthday, an’ I didn’ wanna be upset, but then I just started drinkin’ an’ now I can’t be upset, but I don’ wanna be like this, but I don’ know what to do an’ I don’ wanna be sad but I’m always sad if I don’ drink, but if I don’ drink than I just feel worse and then I start wantin; to jus’ end it, but then everyone else will be sad, and I don’ wanna make everyone sad, but I do anyway when I drink, and…” Sam carried on for a while, unaware that he was repeating himself in his drunken state.

Gabriel’s heart broke for his brother, knowing that this was a combination of Sam’s own sorrow at the loss of Dean, and Lucifer’s deep seated regret for the actions that had led to both him and Michael running from their home to escape the wrath of a Father that claimed to have endless mercy and love for all, yet still threatened death to the one he had once said he loved the most.

It would have been hard enough to deal with everything had it only been Sam’s sorrow, but the recent acquisition of all of Lucifer’s memories had only made the problem worse. And from the look of things, Sam had seen no other option to cope with his pain than to drown it in a bottle before it grew so great that he would see fit to join his brother in Hell.

With a heavy sigh, Gabriel carefully stood, bending down to pick Sam up, paying no mind to the size difference. There was no way that Sam would be able to stand on his own, let alone walk all the way from the couch to the bed, where Gabriel wanted him. “Come on kiddo, that’s more than enough drinking for today. It’s time for you to sleep some of this off before you say or do anything else that you’ll regret later.”

Sam was still mumbling as Gabriel laid him on the bed, only pausing to yawn, before reaching out and grabbing at Gabriel’s shirt and pulling at it. “Oh Sam, you’re breaking my heart here. Alright, move over. I’m not leaving, I promise. Not after what you just admitted.” Shifting Sam over so he could sit next to him, Gabriel smiled sadly as the tall man tried his hardest to get as close to him as possible, slowly falling into a light doze.

There was so much that needed to be done, not only to attempt to prepare for when Dean would return from Hell, but also to even attempt to begin to help Sam recover from the vast amount of pain that he had suffered over his lifetime, as well as from his recently remembered past as Lucifer, that Gabriel didn’t even know where to begin. All he could do was hope that trying to bring Adam into Sam’s life would make things a touch better, but even that was a long stretch. He had tried his hardest, but he couldn’t try to keep Sam afloat any longer by himself. Sam needed Dean, even more than Lucifer had needed Michael all those years ago in Heaven, but there was no way for Gabriel to free Dean without incurring vastly more problems for everyone involved.

But as Sam shifted, burying his head in Gabriel’s side, Gabriel shook his head, running a hand through his hair. There would be plenty enough time to struggle to find a way to keep Sam afloat tomorrow. For tonight, he would watch over Sam, and in the morning, he would take him to meet Adam. And after that?

Well, only the future would tell.

“You’re probably not going to like this, but you should know about it.” Gabriel wasn’t quite sure how to phrase it. How did you tell someone they had a half sibling they’d never known about? He had waited for Sam to wake up, and the hunter had even left his room without being asked, dragged, or threatened.

There was a movie playing in the background, but Sam didn’t know what movie it was. He was lying on the couch staring at his eyelids. He did that a lot, but he never saw what he was looking for. No surprises there. Sam opened his eyes and looked over at Gabriel. “Yeah?”

Gabriel walked over to the couch and sat down on the arm by Sam’s head. Sam’s legs were taking up all the rest of the couch. “When you and Dean were kids, John got involved with a woman when he was on a hunt and had another kid.”

Sam frowned. “Really?”

“He’s a good kid, name’s Adam. He graduated early, top of his class, and now he’s attending medical school. No one told him and his mother that John Winchester died. You guys don’t exactly have a list of people to notify in case of emergency. I gave him my condolences and mentioned he’s not the only child of John Winchester. He’s willing to meet you and I think you should.”

Sam agreed, so Gabriel flew him directly to the front porch of the Milligan household. “He’s expecting us,” Gabriel whispered when Sam tensed.

The front door flew open. “You must be Sam!” the teenager exclaimed. “I’m Adam!”

Sam gave the kid a weak smile and held out a hand. “Yes, I am Sam. It’s nice to meet you, Adam.”

Adam shook the proffered hand. “Did Gabriel mention I have a ghoul problem?”

“He did,” Sam replied. “I was curious about how you knew it was a ghoul.”

“Dad met Mom when she stitched him up after he’d hunted a ghoul, so I’ve done research on them. It seems highly coincidental that there would be more, but Dad only killed one and for how obvious they were being, I’d guess there were more. In some of my research, I found something about how they'll seek revenge if a family member is killed, which could explain why they’re here. I think they’ve been following me and Mom. She didn’t come home from work last night.”

Sam nodded. “May we come inside?”

“Of course.” Adam led the way towards the living room.

Sam hung back, whispering to Gabriel. “You’re sure he’s not a ghoul?”

Adam pretended not to hear and Gabriel answered, “Of course he isn’t. I already checked.”

“And the ghoul story?”

“For what it’s worth, I think there’s two. But I’m not doing your hunting for you. I think it’ll be a good bonding experience between you and your brother.” Gabriel sped up, forcing Sam to move faster.

Adam sat in the chair again and Gabriel crowded Sam on the couch. “I’ve done some research for the area. There’s been reports of frequent grave robbing.”

“That would fit with the idea that it’s ghouls,” Sam agreed. “They’re scavengers, but they can shapeshift to look like anything they’ve eaten, whether it’s bodies of the deceased or people they’ve attacked even if they don’t kill.”

“If they’re scavengers, why would they come after me and Mom?” Adam asked.

“Most likely for the reason you suspected: Revenge.They could also intend to use you to get to John. He’s dead, but they don’t know that.”

“How do you think we should hunt them?” Adam asked.

Sam looked at Adam and what he was was a kid who wanted to make everyone happy. Curses on John Winchester for introducing him to this life. Curses on him for ever having children. He wanted to tell his brother that he would handle it, but that would be unfair for other reasons. The kid wanted to help. So he’d have to let him and keep him safe. “They have to be killed by decapitation.” He smiled sadly. “Dean, my older brother, his favorite way was bashing in their brains. But decapitation is better, more thorough. But first we have to find them.”

Adam nodded and looked thoughtful. “If they’re after me, you could use me as bait!”

“No!” Sam howled, almost beyond thought. Gabriel gripped his knee sharply to keep him from bolting. “No,” Sam repeated gentler. “I’m sure you’re capable, but we never use someone as bait. We need weapons first. Machetes are good for ghouls.”

The teen considered, then nodded. “There’s one upstairs you can use. I’ve got a good long knife that I’ve had lots of practice with, can I use that?”

“That’s a good idea,” Sam agreed. A machete would have been better, but a weapon he already knew how to use would be safer. And hopefully Sam could kill it without Adam needing to get involved.

“Okay! I’ll go get them.” Adam jumped up and purposefully walked towards the next room.

The hairs on the back of Sam’s neck bristled. “Go with him,” Sam whispered. Something was wrong here. “If anything happens to him, I will stab you.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at Sam. He couldn’t feel any changes but chose not to question Sam. He got up. Raphael turned to look at him, but he didn’t say anything, just shrugged and continued towards the stairs. “What happened? Raphael asked when they were out of earshot of Sam.

“I’m not sure,” Gabriel replied. “He’s good at identifying things out of place, but I don’t feel anything, so I don’t know. It could be an overprotective big brother thing.” He shrugged. “A long knife? Raph, you wouldn’t happen to be talking about your blade would you?”

“Swords are good for decapitation. But I’d rather not have to explain that to Sam. Then again, fencing is a thing.”

“You can hardly decapitate a person with a foil.”

When Adam and Gabriel were out of sight, Sam stood. Gabriel had been certain nothing was out of the usual for this house. So why did it feel like he was being watched?

Sam closed his eyes. The wall Azazel had put up had been pretty sturdy. But he was an archangel and some preternatural senses would be pretty useful right about now. This was about keeping family safe, and when it comes to family, anything goes.

The smell hit Sam like a bag of bricks. It was death and decay, rotting corpses and the things that feast on them.

He let the barrier fall back into place and resisted the urge to run. He was being watched the only thing that runs is prey. Adam and Gabriel were elsewhere, so they were safe, because it was watching him.

Sam cast his gaze around the room. It wasn't an invisible creature and if it was in the house properly, then Gabriel would have noticed. As he looked, he found a grate in the wall. He didn’t have a weapon, not a physical one, but he couldn’t let it find another way out or give it time to kill Adam. He would not lose another one. Not today.

Focus, Sam. Pushing the grate telepathically was easy. He remembered what it felt like when he’d shoved the wardrobe. Archangels didn’t need their grace to retain their photographic memories, he just had to know what he was looking for. Finding the ghoul was even easier. Sam would have been a psychic in any life, but demon blood did weird things to natural abilities, and acted weirder still when angelic predispositions existed.

The ghoul jumped through the hole in the wall where the grate had been. It must have recognized the danger it was in. Sam had been born a dangerous predator. Everything that happened since then didn’t make that any less true.

Sam gave a mental push. He couldn't let the ghoul touch him. Gabriel would recognize any imposter, but Adam wouldn’t. The pictures on the wall shook, but the ghoul kept coming. There was a rush in Sam’s ears and he was certain that was blood dripping from his nose. He lost his balance when the floor vibrated in unison with what almost sounded like voices too loud and far away from him to make out any words.

The ghoul was right there and unaffected, so Sam reached out with his hands- those were his hands, right?- and shoved. It wasn’t so much a physical blow as a mental zap that vaporized the creature.

Sam was already half on the floor and he decided that it would be just as comfortable as a bed.

Gabriel and Raphael were upstairs when they heard the crash from the metal grate. They materialized their blades and hurried back downstairs in time to feel the house shaking, and then to see Sam smite the ghoul. “I thought you said he could handle a hunt,” Raphael said.

‘If I had thought this could happen, I would have recommended a coffee shop. Why was the ghoul that probably ate your mother in the wall?”

“I had no idea it was there.”

They stepped into the living room. Sam was lying on the floor, unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest and the blood dripping from his nose. Gabriel looked to run forward, but Raphael stopped him. “Let me.”

Raphael approached Sam slowly. The hunter was human, but he was also Lucifer and Lucifer had never been someone you’d want to startle when he was sleeping and/or injured. This human had also been raised not to allow anyone to catch him unawares.

The archangel of healing knelt by Sam’s head and touched his forehead. The bloody nose was easy to stop. He wouldn’t know about the possible lingering headache until Sam told him about it. If he told him about it.

“Tell me what really happened.” Raphael looked over his shoulder at Gabriel. ‘I expect him to give me a modified explanation, but I can’t really make sure he’s alright if I don’t know the details.”

“He was fed demon blood by Azazel as an infant. The powers affected by that had started acting up, but when Azazel was killed, they had seemed to be gone. Michael put his and Lucifer’s grace into the amulet he’s wearing. I think he may have found a way to use both powers to find and smite the ghoul. When he used the psychic powers before, they have resulted in his nose bleeding. The demon plan was for Sam to be the boy king of Hell, but no one seems to know Sam very well at all. He never would have gone for it.”

Raphael nodded. “He may have tried to act as a conduit for the grace in the amulet. He’s lucky he didn’t fry himself, but I think he’ll be fine. We’ll know more when he wakes up.”

The archangels sat on the sofa while they waited for Sam to wake up. He slept soundly and without being plagued by nightmares. “We should wake him,” Gabriel suggested after the sky had turned dark. “He really shouldn’t sleep on the floor.”

“Let him sleep,” his brother replied. “From what you said yesterday, he needs some sleep without worrying about anything.”

“But, Raph, what if something’s wrong?”

Sam drifted into awareness when there were voices in the background of the pain in his head. Gabriel’s voice he recognized with certainty; the second voice was fuzzier. He thought he heard Gabriel say, “Raphael,” but that didn’t make sense. Raph was still in heaven so they were estranged from him. Right? Except then he said it again, so Sam sat up, looking for his other other little brother. He only saw Gabriel and Adam. Who had Gabriel been talking to? Maybe if he could see…

“Whoa! Sam, don’t do that!” Adam moved towards him. “You almost fried your brain once today, you don’t need to do it again.”

Sam could feel the wall between him and the demon powers. If he could just push it, then maybe he could see Raphael.

Gabriel crouched next to Sam. “Sam, stop, you’re going to hurt yourself and I need to you to not, okay?”

Sam blinked. He could almost see the wall as a physical structure and if he could just… A cold hand clasped his arm, causing the wall to disappear.

“Luci,” Adam said. “Regardless of why you think frying your brain is an acceptable risk, it’s not. I did not spend the last two decades down here just so Micahel can find me in negligence because you fried yourself.”

“Raph?” Sam blinked past the pounding in his head as he tried to see what he knew was there.

“Yes, it’s me,” Adam, Raphael, whispered. He leaned forward so he could lie down next to Sam. “Does your head hurt?”

Sam shrugged, but Raphael recognized the body language. It was Lucifer’s, “Something might hurt but I don’t care to talk about it because I’d rather suffer in silence,” shrug. Gabriel laid down on Sam’s other side and Raphael put a finger on Sam’s forehead.

Sam didn’t try to resist Raphael. It was nice having Raphael on one side and Gabriel on the other. I was almost like old times in their nest, except for the most important thing. They were missing their brother. Sam still felt like half of him was missing. Not the grace that hung safely around his neck.

“Was that necessary?” Gabriel asked after Raphael had knocked Sam out.

“I couldn’t figure out why his head hurts if he kept going on about missing Michael. You would think they were supposed to be one person, the way they’re so codependent.”

“Do you think Father intended to make two? Mica and Luci always talked about it as though they’d been created in the same instant.”

“Only Father knows what Father wanted, and I guess that if he wanted us to know, then he would have told us himself.”

“I think he did, though. His last words to us were to love humanity more than we love him. The apocalypse would destroy them and I don’t think he’d want us to destroy his favorite creation. Especially not in hopes of getting him to come home. He would just be angry. As angry or angrier than when Luci told him they were destroying the planet.”

“They are! But I get your point.” The two awake archangels laid in silence listening to the third sleep. Michael would come back to them, just they needed to have patience.

Chuck studied the pages he’d just written. Adam, who wasn’t supposed to make an appearance until after he had died, had already shown up. Why had the Trickster come back? He wasn’t supposed to make another appearance until he tried to get the boys to say yes! He knew where the road with Lilith was supposed to go, Sam was supposed to get addicted to demon blood so he could both kill Lilith and house an archangel. Except he already was.

It wasn’t what was supposed to happen, but Chuck decided that if you liked stories with redemption, this wasn’t too bad. Except he knew that Dean, Sam, and Adam weren’t supposed to be actual archangels, they were just supposed to be vessels. He’d tried to fix it! Ruby was supposed to kill some demons for Sam while Gabriel was busy keeping Dean alive, but nothing had changed! Gabriel killed the Wrong Demon and saved the Wrong Winchester and everything had only gotten more off track from there! The boys weren't supposed to know that Gabriel was an archangel, and now Sam knew Adam was also an archangel. He and Dean had not been supposed to ever meet the real Adam.

He was sure he could fix this though. Chuck was not going to subject his readers to Sam Winchester trying to join his brother in Hell. Lucifer really should have known better, but Chuck had left that part out of the novels because it wouldn’t make any sense for there to be two copies of three of the four archangels running around. He could just say that their memories were in that damn amulet, along with their powers.

But first he had to stop Sam from the dark track he was spiraling down. It was hardly like his ill-thought out suicide attempt would be successful, but still, none of his children should have to suffer like that. Raphael and Gabriel would find him and fix it, probably, but there had to be a way to stop him from reaching that mindset in the first place, and since the introduction of Raphael had not fixed it, which it should have. So, what could he do? Sam would be fine as soon as Michael came back, but Dean had to be in hell for four months and at the time of Dean’s birthday, it hadn’t even been one. So what could he- The thought came to him in a sudden moment of clarity, as if it’d been there all along and he simply hadn’t been looking at it from the right angle. Stasis. If Sam and Lucifer were in stasis until Dean walked through that door, then he would be fine!

Turning back to his computer with a satisfied smile, he began to write once more. And as he wrote, so it happened.

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