#as sam and adam fall into the pit

[random-imagines-blog]

Supernatural Masterlist

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Dean Winchester

Oneshots

Get Hurt

Imagines

Imagine forcing Dean into a ‘Slumber Party’.

Imagine getting drunk with Dean Winchester.

Imagine reminiscing with Dean Winchester.

Imagine baking for Dean Winchester.

Imagine playing videogames with Dean Winchester, and taunting him when you win.

Imagine Dean Winchester not being able to understand you when you undermine yourself.  

Sam Winchester

Oneshots

I’m Home

Take Care of Each Other

Imagines

Imagine videochatting with Sam Winchester after a particularly hard case.

Imagine being astounded by all of the frauds Sam has done.

Imagine Sam Winchester trying to think up a romantic compliment.

Imagine losing your usual tomboy style to wear something dressy to go undercover with Sam Winchester on a hunt.

Imagine playing a prank on Sam Winchester by making it seem like vampires got to you.

Castiel

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Castiel growing confused by your sarcasm.

Imagine introducing Castiel to Halloween candy.

Imagine Castiel meeting you and feeling sexually attracted to you - and not understanding it.

Adam Milligan

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Adam Milligan giving up on the angels and praying to you while in Hell.

Imagine finding a way to communicate with Adam while he’s stuck in the pit.

Imagine trying to convince Adam to say no to being Michael’s vessel.

Imagine being the first person Adam looks for when he escapes the pit.

Bobby Singer

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Sam and Dean leaving you with Bobby, and so you amuse yourself by playing pranks on him.

Imagine taking care of Bobby Singer while he’s in a wheelchair.

Garth

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Garth coming out to you as bi-sexual.

Imagine being given the task of taking care of Garth, and dealing with his nightmares.

Charlie Bradbury

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a Reaper, and Death letting you have a day off, and you spend it with Charlie.

Imagine surprising Charlie with a Harry Potter marathon.

Imagine Charlie Bradbury taking you for a ride on her bike.

Imagine asking Charlie Bradbury out on a date, and her being too shocked and shy to verbally say yes.

Benny Lafitte

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine kidnapping a criminal and gifting him to Benny Lafitte when he gets hungry.

Imagine being stuck in Purgatory and Benny tries to stop you from getting yourself killed.

Imagine getting stuck in Purgatory and Benny finding you.

John Winchester

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine stepping in to help John Winchester with the boys, but knowing that you’re always second best.

Imagine pulling John Winchester away for a camping trip after a rough hunt.

Imagine having to drag John Winchester out of a bar after a rough hunt.

Imagine having to rescue John Winchester after he falls through the floor in a haunted house.

Imagine being John Winchester’s daughter and him pranking you to toughen you up.

Imagine being everything that John Winchester was looking for.

Imagine being caught in an intimate moment with John Winchester by Sam and Dean.

Samandriel

Oneshots

Flux

Imagines

Imagine Samandriel waking you up with Sparrows.

Imagine Samandriel’s reaction when you tell him you know he’s an angel.

Imagine Samandriel being your guardian angel.

Imagine Samandriel worrying about you while his own life is in danger.

Balthazar

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Balthazar taking care of you after a particularly tough hunt.

Imagine being Sam and Dean’s sister, and dating Balthazar.

Imagine naming your pet after Balthazar and he’s secretly pleased.

Imagine Balthazar seeing you get flustered.

Imagine Balthazar wanting some alone time with you, so he teleported you into his favorite nature spot.

Imagine Balthazar losing his grace so he tries to watch over you as a human.

Gabriel

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine spending a snowy evening inside with Gabriel.

Imagine Gabriel seeing you on a date with someone else.

Imagine Gabriel realizing that he hurt you when he was playing around as the Trickster.

Gadreel

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being put in charge of Gadreel.

Imagine kissing a stranger to make Gadreel jealous.

Imagine telling Gadreel about your adventures with the Winchesters and he doesn’t approve.

Michael

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Michael trying to use you to make Dean say yes.

Crowley

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Crowley approaching you with a deal.

Imagine Crowley kidnapping you, but you end up gaining the respect of the demons, more so than Crowley had.

Imagine summoning up Crowley, after hearing about him from the Winchesters, just to force him into a tea party.

Imagine Crowley confessing to the Winchesters how he feels about you.

Lucifer

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a fallen angel, and looking to Lucifer for comfort.

Imagine Lucifer rejecting your soul when you offer to give it to him in exchange for ‘not being broken.’

Imagine Lucifer never forgetting your birthday.

Imagine getting a cold while being trapped with Lucifer.

Imagine forcing Lucifer to sit back and enjoy the sunset.

Imagine being abused by one of the other Gods, and Lucifer standing up for you.

Imagine Lucifer tagging along on one of your dates to try to ruin it.

Kevin Tran

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine stumbling across the bunker while running away.

Imagine buying a secluded cottage for yourself and Kevin to live in, to attempt to escape from the madness of the world.

Imagine helping Kevin Tran decipher the tablets.

Chuck

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Chuck acting shy when he first tells you he loves you.

Imagine Chuck surprising you with breakfast of fruit from around the world.

Cain

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine showing Cain a birthmark that looks just like his mark.

Imagine visiting Cain’s bee-farm.

Rowena

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Rowena giving you a witchy bath.

Imagine Rowena noticing you casting a simple spell.

Imagine trying to get Rowena to come with you to a ‘haunted house’.

Imagine Rowena taking you in and adding you to her small coven.

[headachebattle]

Here’s the current bracket set-up for Round One!

SIDE A

Stanford Pines [Gravity Falls] VS. Steve Harrington [Stranger Things]

Zeus [Greek Mythology] VS. Moonwatcher [Wings of Fire]

Imogen Temult [Critical Role] VS. Cordelia Chase [Buffyverse]

Tetsuo [Akira] VS. Yoite [Nabari no Ou]

Ashton Greymoore [Critical Role] VS. Ishmael [Limbus Company]

Will Graham [Hannibal] VS. Viktor [Arcane]

Max Caulfield [Life is Strange] VS. Zuko [Avatar the Last Airbender]

Apollo Justice [Ace Attorney] VS. Harrowhark Nonagesimus [The Locked Tomb]

SIDE B

2D [Gorillaz] VS. Adam Parrish [The Raven Cycle]

Sollux Captor [Homestuck] VS. Jonathan Sims [The Magnus Archives]

Vex'ahlia [Critical Role/TLOVM] VS. Natsuhi Ushiromiya [Umineko no Naku Koro ni]

Kaidan Alenko [Mass Effect] VS. Sam Winchester [Supernatural]

Sun Wukong [Journey to the West] VS. Jean Grey [X-Men]

Saiki Kusuo [The Disastrous Life of Saiki K] VS. Mera Salamin [Epithet Erased]

Greg House [House MD] VS. Newt Geiszler [Pacific Rim]

The 5th Doctor [Doctor Who] VS. Psyduck [Pokemon]

I won’t start the polls for at least 24hrs so I’m open to constructive criticism, but remember: no matter what, bad bitches WILL be pitted against each other

#tried to make this balanced for later rounds but i dont know all the fandoms and im sick of looking at it lmao #the thing is. im 99% sure who will win. which is fine but trying to piece the puzzle around that while still keeping the rounds fun #sure is something

[spencereliotwinchester]

Free Falling

Title: Free Falling

Word Count: 1,821

Summary: Sam sacrificed himself to the pit to trap Lucifer, and Dean is having trouble dealing with that. Non-Canon, alternate storyline. 5x22 “Swan Song”

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Death, 5x22, Swan Song, hurt/no comfort, attempted suicide, depression, wincest, ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, so much angst

Main Character(s): Dean Winchester

A/N:  Blame @hoboal87 for this. 

Based on this gif:

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Tags: @hoboal87, @writethelifeyouwant, @negans-lucille-tblr, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @outofnowhere82, 

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His fist raised, but something in Sam’s eyes changed. Dean could barely see through his blood-filled, blurry vision, but Sam’s fist fell and he jumped away. Dean watched in slow motion a giant hole opening, Sam and Adam falling. It was mere seconds, but for Dean it took hours. 

Cas back to heaven, Bobby back home in South Dakota, and Dean alone. Bobby offered for him to stay, but he couldn’t. He could barely sit in the impala with how it reminded him of his brother, but the thought of remaining stationary made his skin itch and crawl. Sam, a constant pulse in his brain on repeat no matter where he was. Diners, motel rooms, laundromats.

Dean went so far as to drive to Colorado and camped in the Rocky Mountain National Park. The first night, he did sleep, but the next night that was chalked up to how exhausted he was. The third night, Dean could only think about the last time he and Sam had gone camping. The ground digging into his knees, even with a mattress pad laid out in their tent, Sam’s breathy moans, the feel of his cock buried in his brother’s ass, the sight of Sam’s sinewy back arching under his touch. It was a strange comfort.

Dean felt empty, hollow, and startlingly alone when he opened his eyes the next morning. He grabbed a backpack of supplies and began up a hiking path that followed along a burbling stream of crystal clear water. Dean stopped and squatted down to look into the stream, appreciating the soothing sound that was drowning out the constant barrage of Sam his brain kept throwing at him. 

Voices, real voices, distracted him. He looked up the trail and saw two females making their way toward him, the brown-haired female talking animatedly about the gorgeous view from the outlook they were hiking down from. A tan and green plaid scarf hung loosely around her neck and Dean was reminded painfully of the color of Sam’s eyes. 

“Got a problem, dude?!” 

Dean had been staring unknowingly, mind lost in the soft hazel of Sam’s loving eyes the last night they’d spent together in bed. He held up his hands in an apologetic gesture and said, “sorry… Sorry, I just spaced out.” 

He quickly stood up and started up the path again as the blonde made a disgusted scoff. He felt embarrassed, but his mind quickly swept up his thoughts into memories that immersed him deeply into the understanding of how lost and isolated he felt. The last time was when his dad had disappeared and Sam was at college. Dean wasn’t sure how long he walked the path, but the sun was directly overhead when he came across the outlook point the woman had been talking about. It was a large open space, overlooking a vast portion of the national park. 

He walked right up to the guard rail and scanned the expansive forest and mountains. A wide river flowed through the valley below, cutting a path as far as he could see. The view truly was breathtakingly beautiful. It’d be so easy to just step over the guard rail and fall, just as Sam had fallen. The view was almost as beautiful as Sam, it would be a great last view of the world. Dean took a quick step back, bewildered at the intrusive thought. The feeling of emptiness would be gone, though. He wouldn’t have to be alone, make decisions, or deal with the overwhelming grief that was swallowing him whole. 

What was he without Sam anyway? Sam; brainy, creative, selfless, and clever. What was he? Quick-tempered, borderline alcoholic, impulsive with a knack for getting himself nearly killed. A follower that was completely paralyzed, unable to make a move without someone shouting directions and guiding him. 

Dean stepped back up to the rail and leaned as far as he could, hands braced on the rail, looking curiously over the side of the cliff. It was easily a two hundred foot drop to the trees below if not more. He had a white-knucked grip on the guard rail and his heart started pounding erratically at the mere thought of a free fall. The instinct of survival warred with grief and depression, thoughts bouncing back and forth, pros and cons, like a game of ping pong. Grief was winning, chanting Sam and alone and worthless. 

“I’m sorry, Sammy,” Dean choked, tears springing to his eyes. He wiped a hand across his face and continued, “you busted your ass, you lost everything, everyone... And your reward? Getting killed... On my watch. If I... It was on me. I should have done more, found another way… It should have been me, and... And there's nothing I can do to make that right. I am so sorry."

He looked down at his hands, still gripping the guard rail. A tear dripped from his cheek and splashed on his knuckle. He took his backpack off and set it down on the ground, then cautiously, carefully, he stepped over the rail, turning so his hands were still gripping it. The space between it and the cliff edge was so small that over half of Dean’s boots were hanging off. He was still staring at his hands; all he had to do was let go of the railing. Let go, and be free. 

“Wait! Stop!”

Dean jerked his head up, a park ranger was sprinting toward him. He released his grip, pushing away from the rail. He briefly saw the park ranger still running toward him, mouth moving like he was still yelling, but the only sound he could hear was the blood rushing through his veins; like when he held seashells against his ear on the beach. His heart was beating faster than it ever had before, like it was trying to get as many beats in as it could before it died and Dean stared up into the sun-filled sky as his stomach seemed to plummet faster than his body. He felt strangely euphoric, though, with the amount of adrenaline-powered fear coursing through his body. He closed his eyes.The last thought that crossed his mind was to wonder if this had been what Sam felt. 

“You irritate me, you know that?” 

Dean snapped his eyes open, disoriented, and looked around. He was sitting at a table in a small diner across from Death, who was taking a bite of a burger. Dean looked down at the table and saw there was a burger and fries in front of him too. 

“Eat.”

It wasn’t a request. Dean picked up the burger and took a bite. The taste was familiar, a long distant memory that he couldn’t quite pull to the surface. His stomach churned uncomfortably and he set the burger down, forcing himself to swallow. 

“Y-You’re here to reap me?” Dean asked, breaking the tense silence. 

“No.”

Dean was taken aback, his mouth opened and closed, trying to form a coherent sentence. 

“Stop that. You look like a fish out of water. It’s unbecoming of you, Dean.”  

Dean snapped his mouth shut, but threw Death a petulant glare in return. He watched Death eat the rest of his burger in silence, unsure of what to say or do. 

“I told you to let your brother fall into that fiery pit.” It was a statement of fact that didn’t make Dean feel any need to open his mouth; he waited for Death to continue. “The one time I decide to do you a favor, trust that you’ll fulfill destiny, you go and try to kill yourself.”

“Give me a break!” Dean snapped angrily. “I spent my whole life fighting that crap. There's no such thing as destiny. Just like-” 

Dean’s voice died in his throat as Death raised his eyes to Dean’s and widened them as though daring him to finish his sentence.

“Not hungry?” He asked. Dean shook his head, staring at the tabletop. “You have so much fun wrecking the natural order. I wonder if you would change if you were the one who had to clean up the mess.”

Dean glanced up, but looked away from Death quickly.

“You and your brother,” Dean looked back up to Death who was speaking in a slow, dangerous tone, “are an affront to the balance of the universe and you cause disruption on a global scale,” Death hissed the last few words, eyes flashing in anger; Dean recoiled slightly, eyes wide.

“I…Apologize for that,” he whispered in a fear-filled voice.

“I need you to continue to do what it is you do, so I’m going to do you a favor to keep you from making another half-cocked decision that’ll damn the universe.” 

Death stood.

“I always thought I was insignificant to you,” Dean blurted out before he could clap a hand across his mouth. 

A mirthless smirk flashed across Death’s face, “Well. Guess you learned something today. It’s about the souls, Dean. You’ll understand when you need to. Now, I’m going to do you ***one more favor. Try not to squander this one.” 

Death touched his ring with the opposite hand and Dean suddenly toppled over on the ground. He scrambled to his feet, head whipping around. He was about thirty feet from the outlook point he’d thrown himself off of. The park ranger was still leaning over the railing, his back to Dean. 

His heart was thudding almost painfully in his chest and Dean felt an ominous sense of foreboding from Death’s words. He scowled to himself, he truly didn't have a decision that was his, solely his; free will really didn't exist for him. Had it ever? Probably not, but to have it so blaringly thrown in his face stung. 

The park ranger turned around, speaking into his radio asking for backup. They looked up at each other at the same time; Dean’s eyes widened in realization and the ranger shrieked. 

“You! You just-” he gestured frantically at the railing. “HOW?!” 

He walked forward purposefully and the park ranger moved away from him in fear. Dean grabbed his backpack from beside the railing and slung it over his shoulder. Then he looked at the ranger, seeing fear and confusion on his face. 

“Apparently it’s not my choice and it’s not my time to die,” he deadpanned. 

Then he turned and sprinted as fast as he could back down the trail. No one would ever believe the park ranger, he reasoned. Normal people didn’t magically appear out of thin air. Dean had accepted that he wasn’t normal a long time ago. 

He threw his camping gear into the impala as fast as he could, not wanting to run into the park ranger again. Tearing out of the park as fast as he could, Dean couldn’t think of where to go, so he decided to drive south until he decided; if he decided, he corrected himself. 

#dean winchester #sam winchester #death #5x22 #spn 5x22 #swan song #hurt/no comfort #hurt #depression #attempted suicide #wincester #angst angst angst #angst #so much angst #all the angst

[loyaltyfallen]

The first time Castiel laid siege to Hell, it was on the orders of Heaven, the Garrison at their side. Lilith sought to break the 66 seals and set Lucifer free. They needed to retrieve the soul of the Righteous Man. For years they fought their way through the putrid depths of Hell, through the burning hellfire and frozen wastes, hordes of demons and hellhounds harrying them every step of the way.

The wailing of the damned echoed around them, countless souls suffering on the torture racks of hell. At the heart stood the soul of the Righteous Man, damaged and dimmed, yet still one of the most beautif. There was a blade in his hand, a soul before him on the rack. They'd been too late. It was only later they learned that Heaven had never intended for them to reach him in time.

Their brothers kept the rotten form of Alastair away while Castiel approached the soul. The Righteous Man looked up at them with the rage and darkness of Hell, yet beneath it, there was some part of him pleading for them to stop him. They reached out, letting their grace soothe the soul as they claimed it for Heaven. Holding it close, they ascended from the Pit. As they restored the Righteous Man to his mortal vessel, they reported to the Host.

"Dean Winchester is saved."

The second time Castiel set foot in Hell, he was alone, acting on no orders but his own. No garrison at his side, just a single light descending to the deepest parts of the Pit where even demons feared to tread. The Cage. Sam Winchester had sacrificed himself to save the world. If there was one thing Castiel knew about the Winchesters, it was that they'd always been stronger together. Dean needed his brother. More than that though, Sam Winchester was good man, despite the overwhelming forces which had been working against him since infancy. While his bond with the younger Winchester wasn't as strong, Castiel had come to view the hunter as a friend. Sam Winchester did not deserve to suffer in Hell.

No armies stood in his way this time. With Lilith gone and Lucifer back in the Cage, the legions of Hell were in disarray, demon fighting demon trying to claim the vacant throne. Most lesser demons fled in terror as he approached. The few who tried to halt the angel's advance were swiftly dealt with, their smoky forms vaporized in the brilliance of his light. The demons had been the easy part. The Cage was a different matter, facing the unrelenting rage of his older brothers as he breached their prison just long enough to pull Sam from Lucifer's grasp. He couldn't reach Adam, and could only pray that Michael would keep the boy safe as he broke back out of the Cage, holding Sam close. He should have known then that he'd failed. It had been far too easy. Lucifer had not let go, not truly.

He'd emerged at Stull Cemetery where the final battle had taken place, Sam Winchester in his arms, unconscious but alive. He wouldn't be able to keep Sam safe while he recovered from the ordeal, not with Raphael's forces hounding him, but he knew someone who could. With a flap of his ravaged wings, the angel had arrived at the salvage yard in Sioux Falls, leaving the younger Winchester in the care of Bobby Singer. The older hunter had been asleep when he arrived, and Castiel had seen no need to wake him.

Some part of him could tell that something wasn't right with Sam. He'd assumed it was effects of his time with Lucifer, no doubt filled with torture. He should have looked closer, deeper. As it were, Castiel had cast one more look at the hunter before taking flight, taking refuge in one of his safehouses to recover from the journey, whispering to himself as he closed his eyes,

"Sam Winchester is saved."

How wrong he'd been.

#drabble #headcanon #closed #loosely inspired by some fics

[michaelmilligan]

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It was an accident, really.

You see, Michael was bored. Well and truly, utterly bored. There was nothing to do in the Cage, after all, if you discounted fighting with Lucifer. That had died down for now though, both of them tired and, yes, also incredibly bored of it at this point. There was no reason for it in here other than to hurt each other, anyway. Lucifer had no hope of killing Michael, and Michael wasn't destined to kill his brother here, in the pit. So there was no use to engage in battle other than to distract oneself from the ever growing, mind-numbing boredom.

In all his life, Michael had always had something to do. Not always things he liked doing, though of course serving His Father was both a privilege and an inevitability. But there had been tasks, missions, plans. Here, there was nothing, save for the void, and Lucifer, who seemed to be distracting himself at the moment. Maybe he was torturing Sam Winchester. Who knew.

Who cared.

The point was, Michael had taken to entertaining himself – something he had never done before, and felt weird about doing, but, well. Might as well try for a moment.

He hadn't used his illusionary skills in a long time, anyway, and while an archangel couldn't exactly get rusty, it was always good to practice and hone skills, even in small ways. So he created some simple illusions, just to pass the time.

He didn't expect anything more to come of it. He would do this for a while, then grow bored of it and move on to something else. Or so he reasoned.

But then, something – someone – happened.

Michael hadn't paid much heed to the human soul inhabiting his vessel since their plunge into Hell, or since the initial possession, really. Actually, he'd put him to sleep back then, and while he'd realized that Adam had woken up after the whole burning alive thing, there hadn't been time to knock him out again in Stull cemetery. That would have only given Lucifer an opening. Michael could have put him to sleep again after their fall into the Cage, he supposed. But Lucifer had been raging at the time, so he'd dealt with him, and then... well, to be honest, Michael had kind of forgotten about the kid.

He'd been quiet, mostly, keeping himself rolled up in a corner of the Cage, probably (understandably) scared of the two archangels occasionally battling it out right next to him. Even during the times of truce, Adam hadn't budged from his position, and Michael hadn't spared him more than a fleeting thought.

Of course, his position in a corner was relative. Technically, Adam's soul was still in his body, which Michael was using. But the Cage wasn't Earth, and things worked differently here. So they could move apart, in a way, while they were still in the same place in other ways. It was metaphysics. Or maybe quantum theory. Michael hadn't been paying much attention to the names humans had given the concepts they'd discovered in the last century. Their theories weren't exactly right, anyway, even though some of them were technically not wrong.

There was just so much more to the universe than they could ever hope to comprehend.

In hindsight, maybe what happened shouldn't have surprised Michael at all. But he was still startled when the human soul – Adam – suddenly drew up next to him, staring with wide (mostly metaphorical) eyes at Michael's illusion. For a long while, he just watched it build itself, still as silent as he'd been the whole time.

On a whim, Michael added some more of his grace to the illusion, making it bigger and brighter. Adam tracked the movement of his grace with even wider eyes, and moved closer, hesitant to touch it directly but clearly curious.

“Is that a star?” he asked eventually, his small human voice further dulled by the Cage. But Michael's senses were sharp and besides, he was in his head. He could hear Adam if he wanted to.

“Yes,” Michael said, and watched with interest as Adam cringed.

For a second, Adam turned towards him, now fear instead of curiosity in his eyes, but he quickly looked back to the illusion.

He had done that when Michael had first spoken to him, he remembered. Upon first seeing Michael's true form and hearing his true voice, Adam had been fearful, had taken a step back until he was pressed to the door of the Beautiful Room. But he'd grown bolder over time, had actually talked back at him before finally agreeing to the possession.

That resolve seemed to be gone now, mostly.

Michael had been impressed, back then, as much as one could be impressed by a human, that Adam could look at his true form and not suffer irreparable damage to his body or soul. It hadn't been Michael's intention to face him at all – Zachariah had been meant to get Dean Winchester, but he had failed. Had let himself be killed by the humans. By the time Michael had come, there had been no one left in the room but Adam.

Possessing him had been a spur of the moment decision. He'd seemed to be strong enough and besides, time had been running out for Michael. Dean still hadn't been ready to say yes, despite the threat to his brother. There had been little to no options left, and Adam was of the Winchester blood line.

Besides, he'd been ready to help. At least readier than Dean. It had still taken some convincing, but Michael had managed.

Now the human was sitting here, on the Cage floor, marvelling at a puny little illusion Michael had made up on the spot. It was just a star, one of oh so many, that Michael had watched being created. There wasn't even anything special to this one.

Yet Adam seemed mesmerized. He even walked around it, which confused Michael until he realized that he was trying to see it from different angles. Right, human perception was limited. He'd almost forgotten, since in the Cage he was both his true form and within his vessel at the same time, and he could anything his true form could see – that was to say, everything in the cage, from any angle he wanted.

For Adam, it might be like being a free-floating soul and being in his body at the same time. Both would be severely limited in how they could perceive things, though.

So Adam walked, and sometimes he crouched to look lower, and then yet again he straightened and stood on his tip toes. It was amusing, a human stalking around his illusion, studying it like the silly little thing was something extremely interesting.

Michael made the star explode. He wasn't even sure himself why he did it. Maybe just to see what happened.

Adam flinched, staggered backwards, looked at Michael in alarm. Michael looked back with most of his eyes, and Adam quickly diverted his attention to the star again. Or what had once been a star. The fragments were swirling around in what would have been the blackness of space and was, here, the void of the Cage instead. Within the pit, recreating the nothingness of space was superfluous.

Very slowly, Adam reached out to touch a fragment, only to jerk back when he actually did. Michael barely felt it, but he must have come in contact with his grace. The illusion itself wasn't substantial.

As Michael watched, Adam put the finger that had touched him in his mouth. Why, Michael didn't understand. It was more of a metaphorical, or metaphysical movement anyway, since Adam technically didn't have control of his body. Maybe an instinctual reaction. Would humans want to taste something that had hurt them? There were, if Michael remembered correctly, foods that humans ate which technically hurt them. Hot foods.

Humans were silly like that, ingesting something that brought them harm.

They were both quiet as Adam continued to watch the star's particles scatter. At first, he kept circling the illusion, seeming determined to look at each and every little part of it. After a while, though, he just settled down on the ground, legs crossed, not far from Michael. He kept watching, but he wasn't as focused, his eyes sometimes drifting in the direction of Lucifer.

Michael decided to make something new.

He shifted the illusion so it showed some of the former star's particles coming in contact with other material which was already forming another star. Enraptured, Adam leaned forward to watch this turn of events, his head moving to and fro as he tracked where the particles were integrated into the newly evolving celestial body.

After a while, he got up again, eyes glistening with interest and the light of the illusion.

He spent a long time watching. Or at least a long time for a human. Michael hadn't known their attention span could be that long. (Not that he knew much about humans, but they had always seemed flighty to him. Pun fully intended.)

This time, Michael made the star implode.

Then he made another one.

After all, he didn't have anything else to do.

“How does it work?”

The words were startling, despite how soft the human's voice was. They'd been silent all this time, but now the quiet was broken.

“What do you mean?” Michael asked, and watched as Adam flinched again, hunched his shoulders as if trying to hide.

“Um. The stars. How do they form?”

Michael paused. “You just watched several of them forming.” Clearly, Adam's memory couldn't be that short. Humans lived for many years, and retained most of those memories, if imperfectly. He checked the vessel for brain damage, but found nothing. The soul didn't seem to be damaged either.

By all accounts, Adam should know.

“Yeah, I watched it. But how does it work?” Adam repeated.

Michael was puzzled. Was this what the humans called small-talk? Conversation that wasn't meant to convey any new, or at least meaningful information to either participant?

“When the ingredients for a star come together, they combine and interact to make one,” he explained, not eager to engage much further if idle chatter was where this was going.

“I know that.” Adam's voice was strained with frustration. “But what are the components of a star? I saw them, but I don't know what they are. And how do they interact? Why do the things happen that I saw happening? Also... how do you do that? You used your power... that blue stuff, that's your power, right? But it turned into different things. How?”

Ah, of course. Michael had been able to pick out the different elements, the different particles he'd created, by memory. Adam, with his human senses and human experiences, wasn't able to.

Fascinating. Even the younger angels wouldn't be impressed with this kind of illusion anymore, much less one of a star being born or dying. They'd all seen it, and while not every angel was capable of illusions, they knew better ones. Gabriel had always been good at them. Raphael and Michael were... adequate, he supposed. Lucifer... well. He was good. Once, a long time ago, he'd been better than Gabriel.

But this human had never seen a star form, nor would he, outside of illusions. He neither had the means to watch those stars, nor did he live long enough to witness such events. And so he marvelled at this silly little illusion – probably the first of its kind he had seen, too, since he wouldn't have interacted with any other archangel before.

It took only a smidgen of grace to make and keep up those small illusions. Less than what Michael regenerated in the same amount of time. It was, to borrow a human expression, child's play. Of course, angels had no children, and had never been ones, so the term was a little out of place for this skill. But this was something all archangels had always been able to do. Such small illusions didn't even really need practice. If anything, they were the practice for bigger things.

So that someone was impressed at this unimpressive show of skill...

“That 'blue stuff' is called grace, and I use it to make the star, but it doesn't exactly turn into any of what you saw. Those are just illusions, they're not tangible.” He could technically make them so, but making an actual star in the middle of the Cage didn't seem very advisable.

Or making it next to a human, for that matter.

“So you just... trick my brain into seeing them?” Adam asked, turning towards him. He was still sitting, legs pulled to his chest and a wary expression on his face.

Amusement rippled through Michael. This human really knew nothing about how anything worked.

Well, how should he.

But it was still amusing.

“No, I'm not influencing your brain. Not that you're even using it right now.”

Adam straightened, though he remained sitting, a look of utter confusion spreading on his face. “Wh-” he made, then stopped and scowled. “Thanks, asshole.”

Michael stared at him for a moment. “You're not using your brain because I'm still using your body. You're basically just a soul.”

“Wha- but I'm me!” Adam gestured around, seeming to indicate his form.

“Yes, you're you. And you are mostly a soul, even if you usually inhabit a body.”

“But I look like me. And you don't!”

Ah, there was the crux of the matter. “The Cage lets us seem separate, even when we're not. And it makes you seem like your – well, your true form would be your soul, but like your most familiar form. Which, for you, would be your body. For me, it's my true form.”

Adam's eyes were big again, and he had many follow-up questions, most of which circled back to 'But how does it work?' Michael didn't think he could really explain any of this to a human, since they lacked even the most basic understanding of the universe.

And yet, he tried. There still wasn't anything else to do, and talking to a human was at least better than doing nothing at all. Of course the questions were stupid, except for Adam they probably weren't, since he really didn't know. Michael still had to keep from laughing. It was almost... adorable, he supposed.

He didn't remember humans being like this.

He'd never liked the first ones, Adam and Lilith, then Eve. They'd been creatures he'd been told to protect, which he'd done. But they hadn't been interesting, maybe even a little bit annoying.

This Adam wasn't annoying, or at least not very much. At some point, Michael would certainly grow bored with his questions, but for now they were entertaining enough. His curiosity seemed to be endless, and while he looked stumped when Michael tried to explain all the chemical reactions involved in the making of a star, he kept latching on to certain words, certain elements that were familiar to him, and then from there formed his questions about the parts he didn't understand.

Which were a lot.

When Michael made more illusions to show what he was talking about, on a smaller scale than with the stars, Adam sprang up from the ground and came closer, then walked around the illusions again.

He was so easily excitable.

Adorable, Michael thought again, and he only felt slightly uncomfortable at the notion. He wasn't exactly supposed to find a human adorable. Those kinds of emotions weren't what he was made for. But there was no real harm in it, either. Here was a small creature who didn't understand what was going on. Who was bright-eyed and curious, but who also frightened easily.

Michael had the strange inclination to run his wings over Adam's head.

He didn't, of course. But he wanted to.

He wondered what Adam would think of it. Maybe he'd be scared again, thinking that Michael was attacking him. So it was better to refrain.

Maybe one day, when Adam had more trust in him... But no, that was a silly thought. This was just a temporary diversion and would be over soon.

Though maybe it didn't have to be. What if Michael kept entertaining Adam, kept showing him illusions and answering his questions? What if he was careful with him and indulged him a little, and taught him that he didn't need to fear Michael? (Though he certainly should. Michael could kill him with a flick of his grace.)

Maybe he'd let him pet- touch his head then.

There was only one way to find out.

“Adam,” he said, lowering his voice so it wouldn't be quite so frightening for the human, and slowly extending a part of his grace, beckoning, “come over here, I have something interesting to show you...”

#I feel like I should apologize for this one #Then again. Nah. #Adam Milligan #michael spn #quick writing #Won't tag it as the ship because ya know #That's not really the dynamic here (yet?)

[v-o-f-k]

Today's cgi has nothing on this 2009 rendition of Sam and Adam falling into the pit

A cinematic masterpiece

#asks #ven

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

like, when we say Sam and Dean are cursed by the narrative it’s not just because Chuck is manipulating their lives and drawing them towards each other and fate and all that, they’re cursed by the fact that their lives are literally a story first and a lived experience second. Sam and Dean can’t actually be dead or apart for too long because they’re essentially the only main characters without whom the entire show would fall apart, so they never get the option of retiring or relating healthily to each other or other people because then there’s no story. Dean can’t choose to save Adam from the pit because Sam’s the other main character and there’s contracts, he can’t stay with Lisa and Ben because then they’d have to get promoted, he can’t be with Castiel because having two thirds of your leads be in an openly queer relationship is just too much for a 2010s broadcast network. and it actually doesn’t matter whether it’s the show or a fic because the curse is that they’re blorbos being put in situations and it’s inevitable due to their nature as blorbos and not fleshlings--without the situations they cease to exist

#dfvq liveblog #dfv queue #dfvq spn #meta #cursed by the narrative #fuck a chuck #spn the show the book #forced to live bad writing #blorbo from my shows #aristotle checking his nails smugly in the distance

[sailorsally]

SOCIETY IF Twilight & Supernatural swapped soundtracks

#LISTE #Flightless Bird American Mouth IS a deancas song #Dean IS a quick wet boy diving deep for coins!!!!!! #also111! #bat for lashes???? hello????????????? #'just for tonight darling let's get lost' #kinda self explanatory but supermassive black hole plays in swan song OBVIOUSLY #as sam and adam fall into the pit #it goes OFF when cas throws that molotov cocktail at adam!!!!! #alternatively 'loneliness is a coat you wear' is a Aro song lmao #and Heat Of The Moment DEFINITELY plays when the Cullens are entering the school cafeteria for the first time #twilightnatural #twilight #supernatural #spn #bella swan #edward cullen #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #destiel #deancas

[bitterballofsunshine]

Oh my god! Okay, so I'm new to tumblr and to the cricket fandom here! And I'm so excited to see that y'all ship cricketers! This is so sweet and awesome! It's not something I've ever seen or considered but oh god, I'm starting to love it!

If you don't mind and if you have time, would you mind explaining how it works in the cricket fandom? Like, what are the main ships?

P.S. I love your blog!

Hey, anon! Welcome to the pit of madness; you'll never get out of here with a clear mind! But it's fun down here, I promise! Either way, let's get down to the point without further a do cause shipping is my favourite part of being a cricket fan! I'll explain it to you and I apologise if I get a little

So, shipping in the cricfam (short term for the cricket fandom) is basically the same as anywhere else. We call it cricketslash.

None of us have ever come to the joint agreement of some ships being the ships. We ship the players based on photos/videos/behind the scenes clips/interviews/history/on field moments/rivalries. Even the simplest picture of two cricketers being in the same vicinity is enough ground for that ship to sail. Like literally, you can show me a pic of two cricketers together and I'll be like

Even cross-country ships are completely accepted and admired. Admittedly, there are some ships that are more famous than others but that doesn't mean that those players cannot be shipped with someone else.

Here are some ships from the currently floating commander fleet.

Jimmy Anderson/Alastair Cook (Cookerson) [Personal OTP!!!] Joe Root/Jos Buttler (J2) Chris Woakes/Jonny Bairstow Ben Stokes/Eoin Morgan/Mark Wood Stuart Broad/Steven Finn (Brinn) Sam Curran/Ollie Pope Pat Cummins/Mitch Marsh Mitchell Starc/Josh Hazelwood Aaron Finch/Glenn Maxwell Trent Boult/Tim Southee Virat Kohli/AB de Villiers Marcus Stoinis/Adam Zampa

However, there are much more. But the above ships just seem obvious. Like, here’s some photo proof for some of them.

(I mean, seriously, come on!)

Relative proof can also be found here, here and here.

But of course, there are some ships that aren't as famous and some of them I actually quite like. Here are a few examples for that.

Jimmy Anderson/Graeme Swann (Swanderson) [Previous OTP] Alastair Cook/Kevin Pietersen (Cookersen) [Highly recommend not getting it confused with Cookerson] Jos Buttler/Craig Kieswetter Eoin Morgan/Brendon McCullum Eoin Morgan/Brett Lee Stuart Broad/Jimmy Anderson (Branderson) Virat Kohli/Kane Williamson Alex Carey/Kane Richardson Jimmy Anderson/Kevin Pietersen Alastair Cook/Freddie Flintoff (Flintook) Alastair Cook/Jimmy Anderson/Graeme Swann Alastair Cook/Joe Root James Taylor/Chris Woakes Jimmy Anderson/Michael Clarke (Clandeson) [Oh yes, we have love-hate! Rivalries tend to have a lot of gay sexual tension. Just watch broken f*cking arm and you’ll get what I mean. And also there's the hitting of the head with a pad...]

As always, here’s the photo proof for some of the above.

If you see a pic and decide that those two players are shippable, then damn everyone else and ship them honey! In fact, it’s always nice to see and read the scenarios/headcons that other people have. I don’t know how many people I can speak for but I’m always open to hearing anything out.

And it’s also important to point out that in the cricfam, ships don’t sink! They might sail off or fall behind but they’re still very applicable and still fanfiction worthy. The reason for a certain ship sailing off can be retirement, scandals, many types of ‘gates’ and the possibility of a better ship.

A ship that sailed away due to retirement is Swanderson. Swanny retired during the 2013/14 Ashes so, that one went off into the horizon and Jimmy found closure in Cooky. As for scandals, we have Steve Smith/Tim Paine. You might undoubtedly know about Tim’s recent scandal. This did not go down well with the cricfam. So, we ditched that ship and moved on to Steve/Marnus. Another scandal-ended ship is Cookersen. After KP’s textgate and the massive fallout which happened during the 2013/14 Ashes, Cooky was done trying to make it work. Simple as that. James Taylor/Chris Woakes was famous and didn’t have any reason to sail off but Chris/Jonny just seemed to have a flair so that one won over.

BUT, this doesn’t mean that retirement/scandal calls for the ship to end. Hell no! It’s up to you and you alone whom you choose to ship. For example, just cause Cooky retired in 2018, it didn’t end Cookerson. It just gave way to fanfictions with headcons such as Cooky taking care of his farm while Jimmy’s away playing or Jimmy missing his boyfriend/husband while being on tour.

Also, this brings me to the next point; marriage.

There are some ships that currently just make sense as married couples. If you write a fanfiction set in the present, then it’s highly advised to write Cookerson as husbands since they’re both at an age to be married already. Ships like J2 can be husband/boyfriends, that can go either way. A ship like Sam/Ollie tends to be boyfriends since both of them are still babies. But again, you can do whatever the hell you want!

In addition to the ships, we also have father/son and family ideas. Here are those.

Cookerson are the dads. Steven and Stuart are the uncles. Joe, Sam, Ollie, Rory, Dom are the babies. Jos, Eoin, Ben, Mark, Chris and Jonny are the immature adults.

Again, you don’t have to stick to this! It’s completely up to your choosing. But there is reasonable foundation behind the family connections. Found here, here, here and here.

For more information on cricketslash, check out these blogs if you haven’t already. @leatheronwillow, @incorrectcricketquotes, @kutubiyya, @albiegeorge. @twistsofsilver I mean, not all of them are centered on shipping but you can find slash in there. Especially in @leatheronwillow although almost all of these are currently inactive. And there are many more blogs whom I probably forgot to tag so just check everyone's blogs out.

Or just watch a cricket match and see just how pathetically in love they are!

To finish things off, here’s AO3. Now anon,

#cricket rpf #cricket slash #jimmy anderson #joe root #stuart broad #alastair cook #jos buttler #steven finn #ben stokes #eoin morgan #chris woakes #mark wood #jonny bairstow #pat cummins #mitch marsh #mitchell starc #josh hazlewood #aaron finch #glenn maxwell #trent boult #tim southee #virat kohli #ab de villiers #marcus stoinis #adam zampa #graeme swann #kevin pietersen #brett lee #england cricket #cricfam

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Heart’s Possession - MichaelxAdamxfem!reader part 2

Adam and Reader grew up together and were high school sweethearts, after his death and learning about monsters, (Y/N) tries to move on but never forgets her first love. When ten years pass, what will happen when a familiar face appears?

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Adam pulled away, his hands moving up to her cheeks. There was a large grin on his face and his whole body seemed like it was shaking. 

“Oh wow, look at you...” He let out breathlessly, “You’re so beautiful.” 

Emotions got the best of her, little hiccups in between her crying, “H-how? How are you alive? What happened to you?” 

Adam opened his mouth but then closed it, his eyes scanning the area, “Not here.” 

She nodded, swallowing thickly, “Alright, well, uh, we could go to my place or-” Before she could offer another location, the world changed around her instantly and the bustling streets of modern America in the daylight changed to sand and a tent, the Great Pyramid of Giza lit up by spot lights. 

The sudden movement and change in location made her knees buckle, falling back to the ground. Instead of sand, her bottom was met by a soft stool made of colorful fabrics. 

“What was that?!” She shouted. Adam went down on his knees in front of her and held a finger to his lips to shush her. 

“Sorry, shoulda given you a warning.” He let out a hesitant laugh, “We just uh teleported.” 

(Y/N) held her stomach, “I think I’m gonna be sick.” 

“It’s hard to get used to.” He held a hand out to her to help her up. She took the hand and stood, looking out of the opening of the tent. 

“Are we in Cairo?” She asked incredulously, “Egypt?”

Adam came to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Yeah, uh, Michael said it would be safer.” She shrugged his arm off, looking up at the man she once knew so well. 

“Adam, what the hell is going on?” 

He sighed and motioned back to the stool, “You might wanna sit back down.” 

(Y/N) sat back down on the stool and looked up at him expectantly, “So I heard some things at the diner. Like how you were talking to yourself, or I guess, to Michael. The archangel and you smited Lilith and...You said it had been ten years since you had a burger but you’ve been gone for eleven years.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “Adam, what’s going on?” 

Adam grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down in front of her, “Look, I know it’s hard to wrap your head around. It was strange for me too at first. But it’s true. About ten years ago, I was brought back from the grave to be the vessel for Michael since Dean didn’t want to. And to be fair, I didn’t really want to either. But then Michael explained that it was part of my destiny.” He grinned, “As it turned out, John gave me the ability to be great. To defeat Lucifer, right?” He leaned back in the chair, “Well, then Sam was possessed by Lucifer and we both got thrown in the pit.” 

“The pit?” 

“It’s a cage that was meant to cage Lucifer, but it caged us too.” He explained. She breathed deeply out of her nose and motioned for him to continue. 

“So, we’re in hell, Lucifer was spending time torturing Sam. Michael was praying to God to take him out. And then... One day, Sam was gone.” His jaw tightened, “Another angel, Castiel, took him out. And left me behind. Ya know, Dean and Sam talked a big game about Winchesters sticking together and how we were family and they wouldn’t let anything happen to me. And they left me in Hell to rot. I was in Hell for ten years but ten years is not the same in Hell. From what I counted?” He shook his head and chuckled, “I was in hell for over a thousand years. Waiting. Waiting for my family to save me.” He looked up at her, “But then Hell opened up. And we were free. And in our time, Michael and I got close. We have a bond unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, ya know?” We agreed to share my body and just live our life.” 

“That’s... A lot.” She said, still processing the fact that he was in literal Hell. Adam paused then nodded to himself. 

“Michael says I shouldn’t say anything else. He’s not sure about you yet.” 

She raised her eyebrows at him, “Me? An angel is not sure about me? What can I do? I’m a librarian.” 

“He’s protective of me.” He said, “We’ve been kinda burned by people who are supposed to care about us most.” 

She opened her mouth in shock, then narrowed her eyes, “I grieved you for over a decade. I thought I went crazy when I saw you again. I’ve been wearing your class ring around my neck just to try and remember your touch.” She brought the ring on the chain out from under her and stood up, “I have no intentions to hurt you. I still love you. But it seems like you’ve already moved on.” She shoved past Adam and out into the sand. 

(Y/N) walked, her anger fueling her to tread through the sand. Eventually, she got close to the pyramids and her feet were screaming at her for her stubbornness. She also noticed how cold it was, which was not something she automatically thought about being stranded in the desert. 

How was she going to get home? She didn’t have a wallet on her and even then she didn’t have enough money for a plane ticket. There was always the American embassy, she could tell them she was kidnapped. 

Even if she did get home though... (Y/N) would have to live with the fact that Adam was alive and possessed by an angel and he... He was trapped for so long. And she couldn’t have done anything. It killed her to think that if she had known more, she could have saved him. But what could she have done? It took an angel to get his brother out of Hell. What’s a human to do? And knowing now about monsters and demons and angels... She felt weaker than ever. So insignificant. 

(Y/N) didn’t notice him until a jacket was wrapped around her shoulders that Adam was standing behind her. She looked up at him but realized it wasn’t Adam, not really. His body language and stern expression told her this was Michael. 

“Michael.” She said softly and nodded at him to thank him for the jacket, “Thanks... Didn’t realize it got this cold.” 

He ignored her words, “You must know Adam well if you can tell the difference between us.” 

She looked up at him, he was staring out at the pyramids, “You know how well I know him if you two are so... Close.” He looked down at her, his stare was so intense that she avoided direct eye contact. 

“I do know. His heaven was of your senior prom. Uriel found you both dancing, that was his ultimate happiness.” He said, “You were planning a life together.” 

“If you saw that then why did you choose him?” She asked, “As your vessel or whatever he called it. If you saw we would be happy, why would you take that away?” 

Michael’s jaw tightened and he thought for a moment, “My purpose is to serve my father and stop my brother from turning his creation into darkness. Dean refused to be the vessel, Adam wanted to save humanity.” 

“Lilith said that you both started the apocalypses to bring God back. Does that mean God isn’t out there? That you were willing to kill your family to bring your dad back?” 

Michael turned to look at her fully, his eyes glowed a bright blue, “I will do what I must for my father. My brother betrayed all of us. Betrayed me. I wouldn’t expect a human like you to understand.” 

She flinched away from his harsh words and the energy coming from him. 

Michael’s eyes lost their glow, taking a step back from (Y/N), listening as if he was hearing something, “I... Apologize. Adam would like us to get along. He still loves you very much.” 

Lips trembling, she smiled, “I found the engagement ring in his pocket. I keep it in my jewelry box my grandma gave me.” 

“The one made of cherry wood.” He said it more as a statement.

She nodded, “Yeah. I look at it every once in a while. At this point in our lives he would be a doctor, have his own practice. I would be his nurse. Maybe a family.” She stood up, holding the jacket close around her, “I know you care about Adam. Especially since you spent a thousand years together. But I can’t let him go.” 

Michael nodded, “I know. That’s why I’ll make you forget.” 

Her eyes widened as he lifted his hand at her, “What? No!” She backed away. 

“Do not be afraid.” He said softly. 

“Wait.” She tripped as she backed off, scrambling in the sand.

Michael reached out to her, but stopped abruptly. He grumbled and looked at her, holding his hand out to her, “Come on.” 

“What?” She asked, shaking in fear. 

Michael sighed in frustration and grabbed her arm to stand, “I am being summoned. Adam would like to bring you with us.” The surroundings changed from the desert to a dark and abandoned warehouse. 

“Stay here.” Michael ordered, walking through a tarp and to another room. When he was gone, she gasped deeply. She leaned over, her hands on her knees. Teleporting took so much out of her. It was funny, teleporting was only the invention of science fiction until today. 

She crept slowly towards the tarp Michael had gone through and peeked through the opening. There was a man in a trench coat 

“Thank you.” The man said in a deep, gruff voice, “Thank you for coming. Do you remember me?” The man asked. 

“You called me "ass-butt" and set me on fire.” Michael said snidely, “And then you helped send me to hell.”

“I did.” The man nodded sadly. Before she could hear anymore, one arm wrapped around her middle and the other around her mouth so the scream she let out couldn’t be heard. Whoever grabbed her was strong and he was dragging her to the other side of the room around Michael. She was breathing erratically, struggling against the arm that held her. 

“We’re not gonna hurt you but you have to be quiet.” That voice. She knew that voice. It was deeper than when she last heard it but she knew it instantly. 

She nodded against the hand and it was removed, when she turned she saw Adam’s brothers: Sam and Dean. Sam had a strong grip on her arm. 

“And now what?” She heard Michael ask, “You’ve come to tell me that God, my father, creator of all things, is my enemy? Or maybe you just came to beg forgiveness.”

“Oh, I didn't come to beg.” The other man said before the familiar flicker of a lighter opening brought their attention back to Michael and the man with the trench coat. Michael was trapped in a circle of fire. 

The Winchester walked her through another tarped area and to the main area where the trench coat man and Michael stood. Michael stared them down, looking betrayed once again. His eyes darted from his vessel’s brothers to (Y/N). When he met her eyes, his jaw tightened. It seems like he’s mad to be in this situation and because she had gotten captured. She should have been more careful. (Y/N) pulled to get away from the tall brother’s grip but it only tightened. The other brother, Dean, lifted a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and showed them to the archangel. 

The worst part was, Michael looked concerned about the ordinary seeming handcuffs. 

“Castiel.” Michael inhaled deeply, the flames seeming to weaken him, “What have you done?”

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(Y/N) and Michael were brought to a bunker that was nearby. It wasn’t much to look at from the outside, but on the inside it was a completely different building. The bunker had a large library with an extensive amount of books. Michael began pacing around a table in the middle of the room, his hands cuffed in front of them. Whatever kind of handcuffs they were, they could put an archangel out of commission. 

Sam pulled a chair out for (Y/N) where she sat, he leaned down to handcuff her to the chair when she slapped his hand away, “Unnecessary. There’s no way I’m taking you down, ‘Squatch.” She sneered. From the corner of her eye, she saw Michael’s lip twitch upward, but it quickly went back down to a stern line. Sam still stood behind her with Dean and Castiel on either side. 

“Even for you, especially for you, this is stupid.” Michael glared at Dean. 

“Good to see you too, Mike.” The older brother said gruffly. 

Michael turned his attention to the brother behind her, “Sam. You look well. Last time I saw you in the Cage…”

“Yeah, it doesn't matter.” Sam said, “We need your help. God-”

“I've heard. Repeatedly.” He sat down in a chair on the other side of the table. It was then that she noticed a similarity between Adam and Michael. When he was pissed the whole room could feel it and his anger could be explosive if not given an outlet. Adam used to take a baseball bat and use all of his strength to swing against a tree. A lot of the anger was directed at John, which is probably why he used a baseball bat. 

Castiel spoke: “Well, then you're aware that-”

“I'm not aware of anything.” Michael snapped, “You're asking me to trust you- you, who doomed me, you, who let Lucifer walk free while your own brother sat in hell.” He looked pointedly from Castiel to Adam’s brothers.

“Doing what we do, we've had to get used to losing people.” Sam took a step forward around the chair, “Probably too used to it. With Adam, we said goodbye because we thought we had to. We were wrong.” 

“Well, don't tell me.” Michael said, “Tell him.” His eyes flashed bright blue and when it faded Adam was sitting in the chair. 

“Hey, Sam.” He looked at each brother, “Dean.” He smiled, pulling at her heart strings. 

“Adam?” Sam asked, confused. 

“Ha!” Adam gave him the finger guns and chuckled, “By the way, man handle my girlfriend like that again and I will kill you.” He added without dropping his smile. 

“Wait, Mic- Michael lets you talk?” Dean asked, eyebrows narrowed, “I mean, he lets you be?”

“Uh, yeah.” He replied, “In the Cage, we came to an agreement. We only had each other.”

Dean shared a glance with Sam then looked back at his youngest brother,  “Adam, look, I know we bailed on you, okay, and there is nothing that we can say to fix that.”

Adam sighed, his smile fading, “How about, uh "I'm sorry"?” Before Dean could answer, Adam’s eyes glowed and Michael was back. She could tell Adam was getting upset, Michael must have too and took back over. He was protecting him. 

Michael grunted, “Enough. Why am I here?” He glared, his mouth in a tight frown. He was getting anxious, not sitting still. He was seconds from a blow up. 

“Michael, we needed to speak with you because God is back.” At Castiel’s words, Michael’s eyes widened and the frown faded, “You didn't think the Cage just opened on its own, did you?”

“If my father is back, he will usher in Paradise.” He said simply. But even she knew that wasn’t true after what she heard through the hunter line. 

“No, he won't. Because Paradise is boring, and your dad- he's just looking to be entertained.” Dean said, “Which means we're his puppets. All of us, especially you.” Michael stood up abruptly

“I won't hear this. You're lying.” He pointed to Castiel and the brothers, “I don't know what your agenda is, but you're lying.”

“Michael-” Castiel started to say, but Michael’s eyes turned blue and Adam returned. 

“Hey.” Adam said, as if he had no idea of what the conversation had been, “It's Adam.” He chuckled, “I'd give it a rest. He's not listening.” His attention went to her and he smiled, “There’s my girl.” (Y/N) pushed the chair back, hearing Sam grunt when she probably hit him in the groin, and stood up, making her way to the other side of the table to stand by Adam’s side. 

“I gotta have a talk with Michael but... Are you okay?” He whispered and held her hand with his cuffed ones, moving his thumb across her knuckles. She sighed and nodded. 

“Great.” She hummed, “Well, except for when Michael tried to erase my memory of you.” 

Adam nodded, “Yeah, that wasn’t the best first impression. He was trying to be helpful in his own way.” 

“Okay...” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “You two talk, I’ll be out there I guess.” 

“Be careful.” He said. She nodded and was led out of the room by Castiel and the two brothers. 

Once they were in the main room of the bunker they offered her another seat at an even larger table with a map of the world lit up on the top. 

“I uh,” Dean started, “I’m sorry about what happened back there. We didn’t know if you were hostile.” 

She glared at him, “You wouldn’t know anything about me. Especially after abruptly leaving me to plan two funerals. For my boyfriend and his mother.” She pointed, “You two just got to have your little funeral pyre and left.” 

“If you don’t think we grieved him-” Sam began. 

“But did you?” She snapped harshly, “You didn’t even think that he was your brother until he was already dead.” She chuckled, “How do you think I felt in that crypt seeing the love of my life dead in a coffin while I was hugging and kissing his killer an hour earlier?” She paced, “Oh! And! And I just found out today that he was alive again. Because from what I understand, your family just kinda comes back to life all willy nilly. And neither of you thought to get a hold of me? God forbid you lose a loved one, get them back and don’t hear about it.” She stopped and pointed at Castiel, “And this guy set him on fire.” 

Dean took a step towards her, “I understand you’re upset. But so are we. When Adam was brought back from the dead, we did everything we could so he wouldn’t become a meat suit for Michael. We never wanted that for him. They locked me away from him and I nearly broke my damn hands trying to get it open again. Because he’s my brother.” His face softened, “We shouldn’t have left you in the dark. You deserved more than that. We’re sorry.” 

She didn’t answer so Castiel stepped forward, “I was going to go check on him. Would you like to come with me?” She only nodded, following the angel back to where they had left Adam. 

Castiel opened the door, leading both of them inside, “Adam?”

“Not this time.” Michael looked up from the table towards the two, “I'll spare you the effort. I'm not gonna betray my father and everything I've believed in.” 

“Why not?” Castiel dropped his arms down to his sides, “You know, he betrayed you.” The angel started walking into the room, “You know, Michael, I never really liked you. Even when I was just another angel, I thought you were too haughty, too- To paraphrase a friend, you had an entire oak tree shoved up your ass.” (Y/N) covered her mouth to hide the smile on her face because Castiel was right. Michael was a tight ass. 

Castiel continued, “But now? I'm looking at you, and I- I just pity you. Because you were never God's favorite. You were just a little part of his story, a tiny part of his story. You weren't even a star.” (Y/N) smile faced as Castiel walked closer. Michael had a tight smile and she could tell the explosion was coming, “At least Lucifer knew that God can't be trusted.” He leaned on the table Michael was sitting at,  “But I guess he was always the smart one.” 

“Oh sh-” She began to say as Michael quickly jumped up and grabbed Castiel by the collar and slammed his head about the table top. The two angels fell to the floor, Michael using the hand cuffs to choke Castiel. 

Castiel reached up, placing his hands on either side of his head, “See the truth for yourself.” Michael became tense, his body shaking. After what felt like hours, Castiel took his hands away and Michael loosened his choke hold, falling down onto the cement floor. 

“Michael!” She rushed forward to his side, going down on her knees to turn him on his back. His face was red and his eyes were bloodshot. He was struggling to breathe, gasping for air. 

“Michael, you have to breathe.” She put a hand on his chest, inhaling deeply through her nose and exhaling through her mouth to coach him. He followed along, the red leaving his face.

He finally caught his breath, turning to Castiel, “Leave. Get out. I want you dead.” He said through his teeth. Castiel helped (Y/N) to her feet and she didn’t struggle. Michael needed to be by himself. 

-

Castiel led her to the kitchen where she was able to get a drink of water and a snack after not eating all day. They both sat at a table in the middle of the kitchen in silence until Dean walked in, going to the refrigerator and grabbing himself a beer.

“Maybe you went too far.” Dean said, greeting the room. 

“Maybe.”

“I mean, he's been in lockdown for quite a while, you know? Maybe you just, uh, went too fast. What's he doing now?”

“No idea. He was very distraught.”

“They’re a lot alike.” She chimed in after swallowing a bite of her apple, “They take a while to cool down after the eruption.”

Dean looked at her then back at Castiel, “Yeah, but what exactly did he say?”

"Leave. Get out. I want you dead". We didn't bond.” He recounted, “Where's Sam?”

“Eileen hit a snag with a case. So, he won't be gone long.” AS Dean said this, a rumbling shook the bunker.

“Michael.” Castiel said, leading the group into the room where they had left the archangel. The rumbling stopped right before they opened the door. 

They found him sitting on the floor where they left him, looking as angry as ever. 

“God lied to me. I gave everything for him. I loved him. Why? I'm not even the only Michael.” He spoke aloud then stood up and looked at the group, “So, yes, I will help you. What was done to the Darkness can be done to God, if he's as weak as you say. And I know how.” He awkwardly reached into his front pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. He slid it across the table to the hunter and the angel, “That's the spell.”

“And the ingredients?” Castiel asked, looking at the paper.

“Myrrh, cassia, rockrose.”

“We've got that.” Dean said. 

“And, to bind the spell together, the nectar from a Leviathan blossom.” Michael added. 

“A Leviathan blossom? What is that, like a flower?” The older brother asked. 

“A flower that only grows in one place.” Dean seemed exhausted at Michael’s words, “Purgatory.” He snapped his fingers and a yellow lighting-like light appeared. 

“That's the door. It'll remain open for 12 hours. Now, if you'll please.” He held his hands out. Castiel and Dean shared a glance before Dean unlocked the handcuffs and took them off of the arcangel. 

“You coming with us?” Dean asked.

“No.” Michael walked around the table and put a hand on her lower back, leading her towards the exit. 

“Before you go, can I talk to him?” Dean’s voice stopped them. Michael’s eyes flashed blue and Adam turned back to face his brother. 

“Yeah?” 

Dean took a few steps forward, “ Adam, I want you to know we are sorry. What happened to you… You're a good man. You didn't deserve that.” 

Adam smiled tightly, his eyes looking glossy and red, “Since when do we get what we deserve? He asked, then nodded, “Good luck.” He took her hand and led her out of the bunker and back out into the world. 

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Today in Tolkien - March 25th

And here we are, at the last day of the Quest. (And the last consistent day of this blog-series. I may or may not make more posts later on, but I won’t be making a point of consistently covering each day, as many have no specific events.) It’s hard to know what to say here, because we all know the events so well that any summary can only seem bland, and there is little to add that has not already been said.

So I will note a few things I hadn’t noticed before. First, the change to a wind from the north is noted in three different places.

For the army of Gondor and Rohan: As morning came the wind began to stir again, but now it came from the North, and soon it freshened to a rising breeze.

For Frodo and Sam: The wind had fallen the day before as it shifted from the West, and now it came from the North and began to rise; and slowly the light of the unseen Sun filtered down into the shadows where the hobbits law.

And for Faramir and Eowyn in Minas Tirith: A wind that had sprung up in the night was now blowing keenly from the North, and it was rising.

These winds help to carry the Eagles of the Misty Mountains south fast enough for them to come to the Battle at the Black Gate, and then to rescue Frodo and Sam.

Second, the comparative briefness of the battle at the Black Gate - and the number of men of Rohan and Gondor who survive it, along with Pippin and Gimli and Legolas - is due to Sauron indulging in spite. He could easily have loosed his assault against them at dawn, or even during the night when they were camped near the Black Gate. But Sauron had a mind first to play these mice cruelly gefore he struck to kill; he uses up a substantial portion of the morning by sending the Mouth of Sauron to taunt them (with gratuitous use of contemptuous-thou) about Frodo’s supposed capture. Given the disparity in forces, if he hadn’t done so the army would likely have been destroyed before the Ring was, and even victory would have left both Gondor and Rohan kingless and heirless. As Gandalf says at Isengard, Often does hatred hurt itself!

Third, related to the above, everything is over fairly quickly - the Ring is destroyed before noon. Again returning to the battle at the Black Gate, there is just time fir the first assault from Mordor (including hill-trolls) to hit the front lines, for Pippin to kill a troll and save Beregond, and then he hears the cry of “The Eagles are coming!” And at that same moment Frodo puts on the Ring in Sammath Naur, and the Nazgul turn and fly for the mountain; and moments later the Ring is destroyed.

Finally, the fall of Sauron, from four perspectives. First, Sauron’s:

And far away, as Frodo put on the Ring and claimed it for his own, even in Sammath Naur the very heart of his realm, the Power in Barad-dûr was shaken, and the Tower trembled from its foundations to its proud and bitter crown. The Dark Lord was suddenly aware of him, and his Eye piercing all shadows looked across the plain to the door that he had made; and the magnitude of his own folly was revealed to him in a blinding flash, and all the devices of enemies were at last laid bare. Then his wrath blazed in a consuming flame, but his fear rose like a vast black smoke to choke him. For he knew his deadly peril and the thread upon which his doom now hung. From all his policies and webs of fear and treachery, from all his stratagems his mind shook free.

Second, Frodo and Sam:

A brief vision [Sam] had of swirling cloud, and in the midst of it towers and battlements, tall as hills, founded upon a mighty mountain-throne above immeasurable pits; great courts and dungeons, eyeless prisons sheer as cliffs, and gaping gates of steel and adamant: and then all passed. Towers fell and mountains slid; walls crumbled and melted, crashing down; vast spires of smoke and spouting steams went billowing up, up, until they toppled like an overwhelming wave, and its wild crest curled and came foaming down upon the land. [The imagery of the final destruction of Sauron recalling the diwnfall of Númenor feels very fitting to me.]

Third, the army of Gondor and Rohan. Gandalf calls them back from the tide of battle that has turned in their favour, and bids them stand and wait.

But Gandalf lifted up his arms and called once more with a clear voice.

“Stand, Men of the West! Stand and wait! This is the hour of doom.”

And even as he spoke the earth rocked beneath their feet. Then rising swiftly up, far above the Towers of the Black Gate, high above the mountains, a vast soaring darkness spring into the sky, flickering with fire. The earth groaned and quaked. The Towers of the Teeth swayed, tottered, and fell down; the mighty rampart crumbled; the Black Gate was hurled in ruin; and from far away, now dim, now growing, now mounting to the clouds, there came a drumming rumble, a roar, and long echoing roll of ruinous noise.

“The realm of Sauron is ended!” said Gandalf. “The Ring-bearer has fulfilled his Quest.”

And as the Captains gazed south to the Land of Mordor, it seemed to them that, black against the pall of cloud, there rose a huge shape of shadow, impenetrable, lightning-crowned, filling all the sky. Enormous it reared above the world, and stretched out towards them a vast threatening hand, terrible but impotent: for even as it leaned over them, a great wind took it, and it was all blown away, and passed; and then a hush fell.

And fourth, Faramir and Eowyn in Minas Tirith:

And it seemed to them as they stood upon the wall that the wind died, and the light failed, and the Sun was bleared, and all sounds in the City or in the lands about were hushed: neuther wind, nor voice, nor bird-call, nor rustle of leaf, nor their own breath could be heard; the very beating of their hearts was stilled. Time halted.

And as they stood so, their hands met and clasped, though they did not know it. And still they waited for they knew not what. Then presently it seemed to them that abive the rudges of the distant mountains another vast mountain of datkness rose, towering up like a wave that should engulf the world, and about it lightnings flickered; and then a tremor ran through the earth and they felt the walls of the City quiver. A sound like a sigh went up from all the lands about them; and their hearts beat suddenly again.

“It reminds me of Númenor,” said Faramir, and wondered to hear himself speak.

“Of Númenor?” said Eowyn.

“Yes,” said Faramir, “of the land of Westernesse that foundered, and of the great dark wave climbing over the green lands and above the hills, and coming on, darkness unescapable. I often dream of it.”

“Then you think that the Darkness is coming?” said Eowyn. “Darkness Unescapable?” And suddenly she drew close to him.

“No,” said Faramir, looking into her face. “It was but a picture in the mind. I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days. But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are light, and a hope and joy are come to me that no reason can deny. Eowyn, Eowyn, White Lady of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!” And he stooped and kissed her brow.

And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air. And the Shadow departed, and the Sun was unveiled, and light leaped forth; and the waters of Anduin shone like silver, and in all the houses of the City men sang for the joy that welled up in their hearts from what source they could not tell.

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safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts / bucky barnes x reader.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Description: After Steve went back to the past you’re left with the job of looking after his best friend but it isn’t as easy as it sounds. Word Count: 1358 Warnings: None. i dont think so anyway. A/N: Okaaay here we go!! part one of a Bucky series. So, uhhhh, Tony Stark is alive in this because I refuse to live in a world without him and he’s the reader’s dad for... reasons that’ll come to light later on. i’m going to v loosely follow The Falcon & The Winter Soldier ok thank you pls be kind this is my first time writing Bucky.

It felt like you’d been sat in the boring old waiting room for hours when in reality it had barely been forty-five minutes. At least your wrist was getting exercise with the amount of times you were raising it to check the time on your watch. Only fifteen more minutes to go then you’d be able to leave that dreaded place. Time seemed to drag on, the people around you irritating you more and more. It was getting to the point where you were about to stand up and yell at the woman who was tapping her fingernails against the wooden arm of the chair. Luckily, Bucky came out of his therapy session with a scowl on his face — the usual look he wore after a session. He gestured his head towards the exit to which you quickly followed him out.

“How’d it go?” You asked as the two of you walked back to the apartment you had pretty much been forced to share.

When Steve had told you his plan he knew that someone needed to take care of Bucky when he was gone and he’d bestowed that duty on you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t refuse no matter how much you’d wanted to. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Bucky because you did — you were friends or at least friendly with each other. It was more so the fact that you knew taking up that responsibility would hurt your father who just so happened to be none other than Tony Stark himself. He still held a grudge against Bucky for killing his parents — your grandparents — and you didn’t blame him but you also didn’t share the same feelings as your father. While Bucky had done some terrible things, that hadn’t been him. That had been the Winter Soldier. In your mind, Bucky and the Winter Soldier were two different people. Poor Bucky had been brainwashed into doing all the awful things he’d done and now he was living with all the guilt and memories of things that he’d had no control over. It had taken some talking with your dad but he’d decided that maybe having someone close to Bucky could at least make sure he didn’t slip again. That also meant daily updates to Tony so he could make sure you were safe. So, you and Bucky had a small apartment in New York. It wasn’t ideal but you were making it work as best you could.

“Same as always,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Wants me to talk to more people or something.”

“You know you should. Sam keeps asking me about you since you won’t answer him.”

“Don’t want to talk to him. Don’t want to talk to you most days but I have no choice on that one.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to ignore that because I know you don’t mean it and you’re just grumpy. Maybe consider at least texting Sam so I don’t have to be bombarded by him.”

“No,” he simply stated. “I’m taking a walk.”

Before you could protest, he was gone leaving you feeling grumpy now. You knew Bucky wasn’t in the best place right now. He was trying to make amends for all the things the Winter Soldier had done and he was processing the fact that Steve was gone. Not to mention the fact that Sam had given the shield away. That had been the one thing that had sent him into a deep pit of moodiness. At this point you were used to it.

With a sigh, you stepped into your apartment, throwing your jacket on the couch. Bucky was definitely going to give you crap for that later but you didn’t care. Letting out a heavy sigh, you threw yourself down onto the couch. Before you knew it, your eyes were closing and an unexpected nap took over you.

*****

“Seriously, (Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice woke you up. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes with the palm of your hands to look over at your roommate who had your jacket in his hands. “We have a coat hanger right there.”

With a huff, he placed your jacket on one of the hooks and headed for the door. Your brows furrowed in confusion. Hadn’t he just got back? How long had you been asleep? “Didn’t you just get in?”

“No. I’ve been back three hours. You were just channelling your inner sleeping beauty over there,” his hand was on the door knob. “I’ve got a date so I’ll be back later, I guess.”

“A date?!” You asked sounding far more shocked than you wanted to.

“Don’t even make a comment. I’m leaving.”

And yet again before you could even say anything he was gone. Bucky was going on a date? That was new. Maybe he was taking his therapists advice after all. As happy as you were that he was trying to give himself some semblance of a normal life, it stung a little bit that he seemed to rather spend some time with anyone that wasn’t you. It was probably because of Tony. While Bucky was friendly with you he always seemed to keep his distance. He never really let you in — he never really let anyone in. Most nights you were both either sat in silence watching a movie with the odd comment here and there or in your own rooms. Conversations never went any deeper than small talk. It was something you badly wanted to change. You wanted to be to Bucky what Steve was but you knew nobody would ever fill his shoes. All you could do was try to be there for Bucky despite how he was adamant he didn’t need anyone.

It was with that thought that you stood up from the couch to make your way to your room with your phone in your hand. After sending a quick text to your dad to let him know the latest Bucky update, you changed into your PJs and got into bed.

*****

It was the loud sound of the TV that woke you the next morning. A tired yawn passed your lips as you made your way into the living room. After a stretch, you finally saw the scene in front of you. Bucky was sat on the floor, glaring at the TV with a clenched jaw. It was then that you finally saw what had him so upset. John Walker was Captain America. John Walker was claiming Steve Rogers was a brother to him. The anger bubbled up inside you, too. Without thinking, you made your way towards Bucky and the TV. After placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, you switched the TV off.

“Don’t torture yourself like that, Buck,” you said softly. It broke your heart when you noticed the hint of tears forming in his eyes but you knew he wouldn’t let them fall. It was angry tears — you didn’t blame him one bit.

“Don’t call me Buck. Only Steve can,” he shrugged your hand off his shoulder and got to his feet. “This is all Sam’s fault.”

“No, it’s not! He did what he thought was best.”

“How is giving the shield away what’s best? Steve trusted him with that and this is what he does with it? Give it to them so they could give it to... him? If he was here right now....” Bucky seethed making his way to his room with you following him.

“I don’t think you understand,” you started but was stopped when Bucky spun around to cut you off with a bag in his hand.

“I’m off to find Sam so pack a bag because I’m sure you’re going to have to follow me like the little lost puppy you are so you can send updates to that paranoid dad of yours,” a glare was shot your way before his attention was focused on stuffing clothes into his bag.

“Okay...” you said quietly. His words hurt you but you knew he was angry with Sam and the new Captain America, not you. There was no use in fighting him right now. So without a word, you made your way to your own room and followed suit.

Guess you were off to see Sam.

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[justagirlinafandomworld]

When he regrets...

Summary: He needs to know how you are.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sam Wilson, Reader x OFC

Prompt: I Don’t Mind by Adam Hender

Word Count: 491

Warnings: post-breakup pining. angst.

A/N: Written for the Daily Mixes Challenge hosted by @princessmisery666​. This was another angsty song and...it kind of went with the first one so I rolled with it. Will the next song help give us some closure?

Part One

“Is she seeing someone?” The question left his mouth before he could stop it.

Catching the basketball to the chest; Sam became uneasily quiet, his hands pressing hard on either side of the orange rubber.

Bucky knew the question exposed too much, but he still tried to act aloof.

“What,” he finally asked, dropping his hands to his hips. “I can’t ask how she’s doing?”

Dropping his gaze to the ground, Sam bounced the ball and shook his head.

“You can ask.”

“Great.”

“The real question is, why do you want to know?”

An exasperated sound left him and instinct kicked in with a witty remark on his tongue. But he found himself caught between a lie and…a what?

The truth?

That he saw you the other day walking down the street, arm looped with another man, laughing as if there wasn’t a care in the world? And that a pit of darkness began to bloom deep in his gut that he hadn’t been able to shake since?

Sam threw the ball back to Bucky, hard.

“Figure out the answer to that question and I’ll answer,” Sam reasoned before clapping his hands to get back to their game.

He waited outside your building. Storm clouds circled overhead, and a cold breeze blew through the streets, making pedestrians hurry along down the sidewalk. Hands in his pockets, he fingered the cellphone that had your number queued to call.

While he didn’t know what he would say, he was certain he wanted to talk to you.

But then, you came running past him in sweatpants and a sleeveless top. Once you reached the steps up to your building, you slowed and circled the sidewalk. Hands fisting against your sides, you dropped your head back to catch your breath.

Everyone else on the street scurried to find shelter with ducked heads and huddled shoulders.

Not you.

You embraced the wind as a refreshment; shoulders thrown back even as the first droplets began to fall. Your eyes slowly opened, hazy and unseeing as your body came down.

And he remembered all those times he had seen that look in the late hours of the night. The tired smiles you would press against his lips before holding him close.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a voice called from down the sidewalk.

And before you could fully register that it was Bucky standing at the corner, your attention was taken by that same guy Bucky saw you with days ago.

He stood tall against the wind as he swaggered down the sidewalk to you with a bag of take-out in hand. Too easily, he cupped your face and kissed you deep. When your arms wrapped around his neck, he teased you with a dip that had you breaking the kiss with laughter.

Letting go of the phone in his pocket, Bucky stood there long enough to watch the two of you head up the stairs and disappear inside the building.

Part 3

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[novakiart]

michael being zachariah's direct command is so often overlooked but it adds Such an interesting dimension to the whole midam thing. like, adam has already experienced the worst the supernatural world has to offer—kid literally was murdered by ghouls—but he wants to believe in angels So Badly that he's ready to hightail it out of sioux falls despite sam and dean's warnings. so what happens when his half brothers are, to some degree, proven right? that the angels promised him heaven and happiness and his mother, but it's only in the beautiful room that he finds out that all of it (though somewhat true) was just part of a manipulation? that he's not important to the story, actually, and he's going to choke on his guts to manipulate dean into saying yes because to zachariah, that's all he's good for. michael, though not the physical perpetrator of the harm inflicted on adam, sure, still allows it all to happen for daddy's plan, and that really throws an immediate wrench into the whole "angels are good" thing (and it's worth remembering that we never see him upset with zachariah beyond zach's apparent demotion for failing at the task at hand. not for, you know, psychologically and physically torturing the winchesters & co. and while textually he seems ready to smite zach in the beautiful room, that's only as a condition to dean's consent. it's not punishment!)

adam does say yes in the end—and I'd love to see that scene; I don't think it would've been straightforward at all—but that follows a complete and utter betrayal of trust. like!!! i can't emphasize it enough: the context of their first meeting is betrayal. and adam and michael having to work through those issues in the pit—then coming out on the other side as a unit that trusts and understands each other?—that's intense character growth that would take time to work through. they're slowburn, baby! and that's what I'm all about!!!

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[impala1967dwinchester]

We found each other- Part 6: Forgiveness Please

*Credit to jensenandtheboys *

Pov: Dean

Chapter Summary: The start and end of the apocalypse have come, leaving Dean alone. So he runs back to Y/n praying and hoping that she'll take him.

Pairings: Dean W. x Reader, Reader x Platonic!Sammy. Castiel mentioned.

Chapter Tags: Tears, crying, death, forgiveness, a little it of drinking, alcoholism, holding, touching, end of summertime, the start of fall, Implied smut

A/n- @firefly-graphics for your awesome dividers. Okay, in this gif, his eyes kind of look like they're blue. Or is that just me?

Word Count: 2k

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The drive to Detroit was long and mostly quiet. A drive to ultimate death that all this drive was. Fighting the bad and hunting the monsters, all of it for Sammy to end up in a box so far in Hell that not even Cass can reach it.

And now Sammy is gone, and I'm here chasing after him. "The only thing you'll see out there Dean is Death. Nothing but your brother dying at the hands of Micheal." Cass says. I can't tell if he's pleading with me to not go, but Sam has always been my responsibility.

He's my little brother after all, and if he's going to be killed by the hands of an archangel. Then he might as well not die alone. Sammy should know that I kept fighting for him, no matter what. That's what the Winchester do right?

"I know that Cass, but I'm not leaving him to die alone," I say before getting into Baby, slamming her door shut, and revving the engine. I don't know where I'm driving, in reality, I know where I have to go I just don't want to go.

There's so much at stake here. Sam's life, the whole world, all the innocent people. What stumps me the most is that this isn't even about Sammy, or I. Or even the rest of the people on this cruel planet, it's simply about Micheal and Lucifer two brothers who just wanted daddy's attention so badly.

A game between boys.

When the sun rises high into the sky. It illuminates the cemetery sign, "The Battle of Stull Cemetary" That's where is ending, the battle of Sammy's life, the end of the world all come down to this cemetery.

Comically really, having two of your best children fight each other. The good boy who never disobeys you and the other one who went rogue, and ruined your plans. Sounds similar in so many ways, but making them fight for what reason.

I roll in, and just above the horizon, I can see Sam and Adam. They seem to be talking to each other walking around each other. A dance almost trying to see if the other can intimidate each other. It's the stupidest thing I've seen.

This whole plan of letting Sam say 'Yes' was stupid, but like I said to him he's a grown man and I can't forever be saying no to things just to keep him safe.

I roll down the gravel and dirt road, and from there I can't possibly tell you what happened. it's all a haze, bits and pieces, Cass throwing a Molotov at Adam.

Getting beat to a damn-up by Sam, I do remember vividly is watching my baby brother, and Adam falls through the ground. Falling into the deep pits of hell, somewhere where they'll be tortured for years. I remember my brother coming to the surface for such a brief moment, just enough to say a few words to me. "It's okay, I've got him."

If I'm being honest I wish I hadn't let him say yes, I wish a lot of things went differently. I wish I wasn't hurting as much as I am right now. I wish my brother was sitting next to me and we could sleep in some crappy motel. Put this whole apocalypse thing behind us, live our lives just another day, but that's taken from me.

And now I've to keep my promise to him keep the two promises for him. Go find Y/n live the life we were meant to live, and under no circumstances come looking for a way to get me out of hell.

I wish I could cry the tears I have for my brother, but nothing falls. Anger that's all I've got right now. Anger that this is the end game, the big plan of the century. This is ridiculous, my brother in a hole. My whole being is off, every fiber in my body wants to go get him, but I can't.

"Keep your promise Dean," I say to myself my reflection in the rearview mirror is pour you can see my age in my face, my worry that now that I'm alone nobody will need me. I can see my sadness written all over my face, the anger sits at the corners of my eyes, but most of all it's quiet.

The quietness is killing me. There's no more playing shit joke on Sam, or rocking out the music while it plays on full blast. There's no more anything for me... If I don't get my ass back to Tennesse.

He's right after all. Sam is always right through. I have to hope to god she'll take me back, I just need someone right now. Stepping on the gas, the engine revs to meet my demands as I kick it into gear and I drive from Lawernace to Tennesse.

The drive was long, an eight-hour drive that I cut in half nearly. Taking back roads, staying on highways. I just need to get back to her. She's everything I've got left, and if she doesn't.

"Nope Dean stop, just keep driving." I have to repeat to myself. My mind wanders as I think back to moments with Sam. All happy moments, singing in the car at the top of our lungs, him super gluing my hand to a beer bottle.

All the pranks we played on each other, and all the hunts we have done together, sometimes just sometimes I wish our lives were different. But even then who knows what we'd be like then, so all I can be is glad for the time I got with him. The years seem to sprawled all into one.

Sam said his first word, and it wasn't Daddy or Mommy, but De. Taking care of him was everything I was, and now I'm nothing without my baby brother, but that's life. The horrible cruel joke of life, the rest of my drive I play my rock music, needing the distraction from what has gone on today. I need something that will make me forget. I want to so desperately get a drink, but I don't.

It's dark one again by the time I make it to Y/n's home. Her car parked in the long driveway, and her porch light is on. I hadn't messaged her that I was coming, fearing rejection, fearing her soft voice saying that she'll never take me back. Her anger seeping into her every word telling me everything I already know about myself.

I shut my engine off, and in fear, I don't grab my bags from the back. I just take a breathe and hope for the best. I get out of Baby. Careful to shut the door, not wanting to make too much noise.

I climb the stairs, and memories come back. Painting her fence, or helping her making dinner, washing dishes with her. Everything depends on the next few moments.

Yet again breath is needed for me to continue my motions. I step up to her door, raising my hand to knock. But all my confidence is gone, and I want to run away from this so far, where nobody will find me. Where I can live my life out being a grumpy old man, who hunts wild bears.

My promise to Sam comes to mind. His voice bounces in my head. "Go find Y/n." Fine Sam, I'll man up, just for you. I raise my hand once more, and finally, follow through with my motion. My knock on her wood door is hard. Hard enough so that if she's watching one of her scary movies, or baking in the kitchen while dancing to her radio that sits in the kitchen, knocking again so she is sure to hear it.

I can imagine her pausing the movie, setting her popcorn bowl down in annoyance, or rolling her eyes, dusting off her hands from the flour, turning the radio down and she sways over to the front door.

I hear the lock click, and the hinges giving way for the door to open. I swallow, as I look down at her feet, they're covered with fluffy socks, and I'm slow to raise my gaze on her, but when I do she's staring at me.

She's wearing... She's wearing a flannel I left behind, with black yoga pants underneath. everything comes to a pause, finding it hard to match her gaze, I push myself to do so anyway. She looks at me with surprise, but I cut her off before she can say anything.

"He's gone."

Y/ns head turns, eyebrows furrowed. She's reading my face, and I'm starting to shed my layers, the sadness is coming to head. My eyes become blurry. "Do you mean?" She says, gosh her voice feels so good to my ears. I shake my head, and she wraps me in a huge hug.

For being a foot shorter than me, her hugs are meaningful, and so much stronger than mine. We embrace for what seems like a century. "Come inside Dean." She says we leave our embrace, and she takes my hand in hers. Her skin still soft and supple under my callused, and rough touch. She guides me towards her couch, I notice the smell of pie in the house. So, I was right about her cooking.

She sits down and pats the seat next to her. "We can just sit for now Dean. Cry if you need, tell me the story if you want, I won't pressure you." She says I sit, and the tears finally come. I can feel my body being pulled, somehow my head lands in her lap, her hands combing through my hair.

I promise myself as we sit down on the couch that I'll tell her about why I left tomorrow, but for now, I just need her to hold me. Hold me and let me know that I'm not utterly alone.

It's like she read my mind because she breaks the silence. "Stay here with me Dean. I've got you, we can stay here for the next week if that's what you think you need." She says, bending a little to leave a short very needed kiss on my forehead.

I feel like a child again, my mom telling me that angels are watching over me, and she kisses my forehead telling me that it's okay. I feel safe, as safe as I'll let myself feel.

After hours of crying, when I get up from her lap, she's still awake. We stare at each other, the tension is thick, thick enough to cut with a knife. Her hand is resting on my thigh, her eyes dance to my lips, and mine do the same. I left her, but that's because... well that's because I love her.

Maybe I should show her how much I love her. I wonder if it will change her further choices about me?

I lean in, our foreheads touching now, and she leans in the rest of the way. Our lips touch lightly, her lavender, and the rose scent fills my mind, and our lips blend together smoothly.

Everything is soft between us. Clothes come off slowly and she drags herself against me, I'm gentle with her figure. This was always bound to happen. Pounding, moans, groans, and high screams bounce off the walls. The couch slides on her hardwood floors, but I can't seemed to be bothered by the sound.

Before I know it the sun has raised again, and I'm so sleepy, but there she is. Y/n laying naked on my chest, and a throw blanket covering our exposed figures. The sun is just above the sky line, giving a sun-kissed look on her skin. Shes glowing, and it isn't from the breath taking sex we had, it's simply because of how beautiful she truly is. Her breathing is shallow, but her fingers are grasping my shoulders, and her weight is welcomed on my body. Bodies pressed together, and somehow I feel at home.

I let myself fall asleep, holding Y/n tightly.

We Found Each Other Part 7

Completed on: 07/04/2021

Posted on: 07/10/2021

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I’m Fashionably late🤪😎

Anyways, here is my entry for @gleeadvent Day 2: Bonfire. I’m not sure what this is, but here we are my beloveds 💙 (If I write for day 1 things will very much get out of order <3 love to see it)

I’ll Be Your Plus One: Sam/Kurt (Read on Ao3)

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Sam let out a breath; what could be mistaken as a sigh certainly wasn't, it was an exhale of relief! The warmth radiating through the apartment was enough to make him feel more like a person and less like an ice sculpture.

He'd knew he had forgotten something as soon as he stepped outside of the theater and into the harsh blistering winter wonderland, every biting wind seeming to cut through his thin layers like a sharp blade. He wasn't usually this forgetful, especially when it came to expensive gifts from Kurt, but Kurt kind of was responsible for his lapse in thought. Sam had found himself with a one track mind.

Get home to his boyfriend.

"Kurt I'm home!" Sam called out, closing the door behind him with his snow clad boot.

It really was a cold one out there. Harsh and unforgivable New York winters. Sam had thought he was warming up to it, so to speak, but maybe that was simply a false sense of security created by a well prepared wardrobe.

When Kurt first brought up the idea of Sam moving to new York he was beyond less than adamant, and even that was an understatement. New York sounded like everything Sam didn't want: crowded, everything feeling like rush hour, and the threat of freezing your fingers off.

But there was one thing he did want from New York; Kurt Hummel.

That was something that had left their relationship stagnate for a while, long distance wasn't something Sam or Kurt was keen on. Unlike Sam, Kurt was well versed when it came to New York and New York lifestyle, making it his own personal mission to show Sam that it wasn't actually the hell pit he made it out to be. Not to mention it was bustling with an array of job opportunities that collided with Sam's interest.

That was five years ago; four years of Sam and Kurt falling in love with New York and deeper in love with each other, and one year of dealing with the growing pains of New York, and being a couple sharing a space together. Alone.

There was no Carole, Burt or Finn in New York.

"What happened to the puffy coat I just bought you. Have you been walking around like that all day?" A soft pout settling on Kurt's lips.

"I made gingerbread cookies," Kurt sang out as he came to greet Sam at the entrance way. "Sam Evans!" Kurt spoke, his tone enough to tell Sam he was in trouble, he'd expected nothing less.

He was a bit disappointed in himself as well.

Kurt held the two flaps of Sam's newly unbuttoned Peacoat, examining Sam with a soft shake of his own head.

"Honey," Sam breathed out the word, ridding himself of his beanie and gloves, "I forgot it at the theater...because I couldn't wait to get home and tell you the amazing news..." Sam added the last part quickly, almost a mash of words barely making themselves singular, giving Kurt his best 'please don't be mad' face.

Kurt challenged him with a stark eyebrow raise, "it better be the best news I've heard all year, or no cookies for you."

Sam chuckled, wrapping his arms around Kurt and pulling him in close so he could feel, more so steal, some of his warmth. "A bunch of the theater performers are getting together for a bonfire tonight, sort o a celebration for getting through the first week of Roger's The Musical, unofficial not licensed."

Kurt tilted his head, waiting for the earth shatteringly amazing news, seemingly unimpressed.

Sam pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek, "Kurt it'll be fun! Everyone's bringing desserts and there will be a bunch of back stage theater talk...Rachel and Jesse will be there. And Jesse is bringing my jacket," Sam knew the last part would win his boyfriend over.

And it did just that.

That made Kurt's eyes light up, a smile spreading across his lips; a big grin that took over his whole face, "why didn't you start with that!" Kurt punched Sam playfully.

Sam giggled, rubbing the spot where Kurt's fist made contact with his chest.

"You know how proud I am of you right?" Kurt's voice took on a soft sincerity now, his eyes finding Sam's, the mood in the room shifting almost instantly, " I know how much you wanted the role of Thor-"

"Kurt have you seen my abs?" Sam cut in, he'd never let that go.

Kurt rolled his eyes playfully, placing his hand over the aforementioned abs, "Sam, sweetheart, you know I have. But you got the lead as Steve Roger's." Kurt bit his lip, going silent for a moment, "and don't tell him I told you, but Jesse has had nothing but nice things to say about you in that role."

Jesse of course nabbed himself the roll as the totally loveable Tony Stark.

"I guess Rachel has been a good influence on him" Sam joked.

"They've both been good influences on each other." Kurt smiled, "and you, Sam Evans, have been the best influence on me. I'd be honored to be your plus one at this bonfire celebration. And forever " Kurt looked deep into Sam's eyes, moving his hand to his cheek and pressing his lips to Sam's with a sort of, passionate, tenderness.

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