#dean and Lucifer obsessed in their own ways with sam

[sharpbluejay]

I do kinda love the thought that it was Lucifer that kept Sam alive in Red Meat because truly what better way to show the levels of possession both Dean and Lucifer feel like they have over him. Sam can't die until either of them let him and they just won't let him.

#sam winchester #lucifer #this is probably not an original thought but please give me the benefit of the doubt I'm watching spn for the first time in 2022 #also I do like that they don't tell us what was going on with Sam in that episode so that we can say it was Lucifer #dean and Lucifer obsessed in their own ways with sam #sams ‘you kept me alive for you’ speech went in one of deans ears and out the other #spn #yeah I guess this counts as #samifer

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Pathology Murders

Summary: When the reader and the boys stumble across a gruesome scene, they get the feeling that the monster they're hunting is of the human variety...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 5,800ish

Warnings: language, angst, lots of mentions of gore/death, trauma, accident, fluff

A/N: This fic was inspired by this imagine (which makes an appearance in this one shot) and also by the horror movie Pathology!

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“What the hell…” Dean and Sam looked around the abandoned house, pausing like you had when they got to the kitchen. Your boys weren’t wimps by any means. They’d seen some serious crap. Done some serious crap. But that kitchen? 

It took Sam all of three seconds to step out of the room and upheave his greek salad from lunch.

Meanwhile Dean took it all in before his eyes landed on where you were trying to work the scene, fighting back another dry heave. 

“You alright?” he asked. You knew he was concerned. You weren’t one to puke up your guts either. But the poor soul on the kitchen table, or rather what was left of him…twisted wasn’t even the right word for it.

“Not particularly,” you said, pointing at a glass jar that housed a pair of kidneys on the stove. “Not all the organs made it into jars. Pretty sure the liver is in the sink.”

Dean cautiously took a step inside, swallowing thickly. Unlike you or Sam, who had your own experiences with hell, Dean’s had been far more…interactive. Sam’s soul was battered around by Lucifer but it’d been more psychological than physical. You’d spent an unpleasant night with a hellhound in the same cage and while it hadn’t been fun, you’d been able to stay in a corner and out of harms way. Dean though…Dean had been sliced and diced and hacked and every other possible horror, imaginable or not. And then he’d performed the acts himself. You never blamed him for giving in, for breaking. You’d told him time and time again he was, and always would be, a good man.

Some days, more often lately it seemed the older he got, he seemed to believe you.

“Whoever did this performed an autopsy on this guy. While he was alive,” said Dean, leaning over the body to get a closer look. “Huh. Anybody see a heart around here?”

You surveyed the bloody room, finding more than a few peculiar shaped body parts but nothing resembling a heart. Sam finally made his way in, taking a deep inhale as he got used to the gore before him. “I got nothing over here.”

“Could be a werewolf,” said Dean, cocking his head as he straightened, brow furrowing. “Or a witch.”

You knew he wasn’t buying that though, neither of you were. You tore your eyes away from the search to watch Sam’s expression flare up with a strange look of familiarity. “Sammy?”

“I think a person did this,” he said. Dean rolled his eyes.

“No shit Sherlock. Someone used a knife or-”

“No, jackass,” said Sam, shooting Dean a harsh look for a brief second. “I mean I think this was a human, like an actual human. They were just talking about a cold case like this on a podcast I listened to during my run last week.”

“You and your fucking serial killer obsession,” muttered Dean. Sam’s eye twitched, the tension rising in the room. “It’s fucking weird, Sammy.”

“We hunt monsters, dumbass. How is that any different?”

“That’s our job. You don’t see me watching murder documentaries like a certain someone in my free time.” Sam got closer to Dean, Dean taking one to match, both boy’s jaws clenching. 

“Hey,” you said with a snap of your fingers, the pair reluctantly turning towards you. “Dean, plenty of people are interested in cold cases and as long as Sam isn’t a serial killer himself, his hobby is fine. Sam, Dean just gets concerned that you don’t take enough of a break from hunting but he can’t come out and say that. So hug and make up. You’re on the same side.”

They both grumbled and gave each other a half-assed embraced but it made you smile regardless. 

“So what’d your murder podcast say?” asked Dean, walking around to the other side of the cut open body. Sam’s face soured. “That good, huh?”

“They called them the Pathology Murders. A string of five victims about ten years ago that went unsolved. The killer performed live autopsies like you said about this guy earlier. The only lead they ever had was that the killer must have medical training, like a doctor, based on what they did to the victims. Oh, and all the murders took place in the Seattle area.”

“Which downtown is only twenty minutes from here,” you said, crossing your arms. “Was the heart missing at the other scenes?”

“I’m not sure. They could have skimmed over that,” said Sam. Your gaze followed Dean’s, his green eyes laced with uncertainty. “I can do some research back at the motel. You guys could check in with Seattle PD, see if the case files have anything useful.”

“We should double check that it’s not our kind of monster and if it really is a person-”

“We’re not working this case,” said Dean. Your eyebrows shot up, Sam’s face already frowning. “We do not investigate serial killers. Save it for the police.”

“Uh, what the hell is going on? You would never let a killer, monster or human, stay on the loose,” said Sam.

Dean’s gaze shot to you and quickly away, his eyes turning sharp as they zeroed in on Sam. You scoffed, Sam cocking his head in question.

“It’s because my mom was murdered. By a serial killer. Isn’t it, Dean?” Dean’s lips pressed into a thin hard line and you shook your head. “They caught her killer which you know. What does that have anything to do with-”

“You caught the killer, you did that,” said Dean, Sam completely lost. He knew your mom had been killed but not the gory details like Dean.

“Wouldn’t that be a good thing then?” he asked. “Y/N has experience with this sort of thing then.”

“Why don’t you explain to Sammy just exactly what you did to ‘catch’ her killer then, sweetheart. Go on. I’m sure he’d love to hear it.” You glared at Dean, feeling an unpleasant prickling in your eyes. Dean didn’t back down as you teared up though, instead focusing on Sam. “She let herself be bait. She let herself get caught by the son of a bitch. She almost died because she doesn’t see when she’s going too far with serial killers. The same thing happened on that Tulsa case five years ago.”

You could sense Sam had shifted very quickly to being on Dean’s side of this argument. You’d been young and reckless with your mom’s killer, barely a day over eighteen. That was years and years ago. You’d learned since then to use more sense. Tulsa…well your plan as being bait would have worked if your former hunting partner hadn’t been more focused on getting some ass that night than watching your back.

“Yeah, that’s how we met, Sam. Not working a case. No, Y/N was fucked and if I hadn’t been driving back from Jody’s that night and saw the fucking asshole grab her, she’d be dead. Wouldn’t you?” Dean snarled. You narrowed your misty eyes at him, Dean lifting his chin. “We will make sure this isn’t our kind of deal and if it is in fact a run of the mill serial killer, we are getting the fuck out of here, understand me?”

“I fucked up once. Once,” you breathed out. You swallowed thickly, wiping off your face with your jacket sleeve. “Just how many times have you been kidnapped Dean in the five years that I’ve known you? I’ve been taken once. You? How many times have I cut you loose? Taken out the monster with a knife to your throat? A gun to your head? How many times have you gotten lost in a case? Gone on a rampage? I never realized we were keeping score.”

Dean’s gaze fell to the floor, his hand running over his jaw, searching for the right words.

“Sam, go back to the motel and research. Dean and I’ll do the fed schitk and get the files we can. Whoever’s behind this, I’m going after them. You two can do whatever the hell you want,” you said, storming out of the room and out of the house.

“You look pretty,” said Dean softly a few hours later as you exited the motel bathroom in your fed suit, a light blue button down blouse with your charcoal gray suit jacket and pants. You ignored him as you dug through your duffel for your pointed black booties. Professional but also you knew for a fact you could run and fight in them. You growled in frustration when you couldn’t find them though, hearing Dean clear his throat behind your back. You glanced over your shoulder, following Dean’s gaze to where he’d set them down by the end of the bed.

“Thanks,” you grumbled, slipping them on and pulling up the side zipper. Dean was sporting his navy suit today, the one he looked extra hot in. You ignored that fact as you tucked your gun into the back of your pants, fixing your suit jacket over it.

“Y/N.” You sighed, giving him a look that you really didn’t want to do this right now. He took a long breath, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Sam quietly slinked out of the room into his adjoining one. Most of the time the three of you shared but when you could swing it, Sam got his own next door to give you and Dean some privacy.

Privacy you didn’t necessarily want at this moment.

“You do good cop, I’ll be the hardass if it comes to it,” you said, shoving your phone in your pocket. You tried to walk past him for the door but he caught your hand, stopping you after a few feet. “Dean.”

“I do not, and have never, thought you were weak. But serial killers are a blindspot for you. Sam and I both have them. This is yours.” He lowered his head, like he was fighting the words that were coming out. 

To your surprise, he dropped your hand and stood. 

“Be careful on this one, sweetheart.” He walked past you to the motel door, cracking it open and pausing. “We should get going.”

“You sure I’m not going to lose it? Get too carried away and get myself captured?” you said, unable to stop from poking back after his earlier insinuations. Dean’s shoulders rose and fell, one hand going to the doorframe to grip it as you watched the back of his head lower.

“Y/N, don’t you know by now I’m an idiot that’d rather lose you because I’m a dick than find you in the hands of some monster like whoever did that to that poor guy? Don’t you know I know you’re stronger than me? Don’t you think I realize how hard it is to be with someone like me?”

“You don’t stop Sam from doing dangerous things,” you said. “You don’t bring up the past to him.”

“Yes I have,” he said quietly. “And convincing Sam to stay in a motel room where it’s safe to research has never been hard thankfully.”

“You don’t treat me with the same respect though,” you said softly. “It hurts to know you never will think of me as being as capable as he is all because I’m your girlfriend.”

Dean shook his head, straightening his back. “You are more than capable, sweetheart. But sometimes…I just want to be a man that protects his girl. I don’t want to be scared of failing you for once…because if that monster got anywhere near you…”

You took quiet steps over to him, staring at his broad shoulders as they sagged.

“Eventually everyone I love dies or has something awful happen to them. Maybe I don’t say it the right way but fucking hell, all I want is for those things to not happen to you.” He spun around, green eyes full of worry. You nodded, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together. He squeezed them gently, the warmth of it pleasant.

“Our job is dangerous, Dean. We hunt the monsters, supernatural or not. I love you but you don’t get to keep me locked away.” You ran your thumb over his scuffed up skin, still healing form last week’s hunt. “That said…I promise not to get so angry if you promise to just say you’re scared for me. We’ll figure it out, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, a flicker of a smile on his face. “I just have a bad feeling about this one.”

“Then we’ll be smart, okay?” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And don’t call yourself an idiot. I don’t like it.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said. “Let’s go figure out what the hell is going on.”

Two Hours Later

“This guy’s a fucking psycho,” you said into your phone while Dean came outside with a bag of burgers and fries. “Apparently he sends the hearts to the victims families in a little box with a bow.”

“Sounds about right for a guy who cuts people open for fun,” said Sam on the other end. “I’m gonna pour through the records you just sent over.”

“Alright. Dean and I should be back in fifteen-”

“Why don’t you guys have a date night? I got this for a few hours.” You bit your bottom lip, Sam’s silence going on. “Come on, Y/N. You guys should talk about Dean’s protectiveness and your stubbornness.”

You wanted to argue that fact but sighed, closing your eyes.

“Any suggestions on how we find that line when our job is to hunt killers?” you asked.

“Maybe remember that he’s your boyfriend first, hunting partner second. Most boyfriends wouldn’t want their girlfriend near a serial killer either, no matter what their job.”

“Don’t have good points, Samuel,” you said as Dean took a seat next to you on Baby’s hood. “We’ll be back in two hours.”

You hung up and dove your hand into the bag of fries, smirking when Dean presented you with a chocolate milkshake. He grinned as you dipped the fry in it and tossed it back, giving him a big thumbs up.

“I love you,” you said, Dean smiling as he dug out his burger. “I always love you, even when we fight.”

He glanced at you, landing a gentle kiss on your lips in the next moment. He barely moved his lips, letting them linger instead. He moved back only an inch and nodded. “I was a dickhead earlier. All because I’m afraid of finding you with a serial killer standing over you with a giant ass knife again. I don’t know why I can’t just come out and say that shit in the moment.”

“Because you’re human,” you said, wrapping an arm around his waist. “And you’re so much better at talking to me than five years ago. The old you wouldn’t have even been able to say that to me.”

“I try,” he said, letting you kiss him, your own a tad more forceful than his had been.

“That’s all I ask for,” you said, Dean’s phone going off at that exact moment. He sighed as he took it out, Sam’s name appearing. He tapped it onto speaker and took a bite of his burger. “What’s up Sammy?”

“Guys, I think I figured something out. All the victims were patients at Mercy West hospital back in the day and this latest guy? He was a patient there last week.” You and Dean shared a frown. “Yeah, I know. The cops investigated all of the hospital staff there back then but they never came up with anything. They thought maybe a doctor was behind it but he died in a car accident between the second and third vics.”

“It could have been him and he had a partner. Definitely is someone with access to records so they have to work there,” said Dean as you held up a finger. “What?”

“I could have sworn I’ve heard about this hospital in the news before. Something to do with a boat accident?” you asked. You heard Sam typing loudly before he hummed.

“Yup. They made national news about six months ago when seven of their medical students died in a boating accident. Explosion apparently when they got boozed up and had a bonfire on the boat. The bodies were so bad they couldn’t identify the remains,” said Sam. Dean took another bite of his burger and swallowed. “Already checking through the police files. Shit.”

“Shit what, Sam?” you asked, dunking a fry in your milkshake.

“Shit as in the boat accident wasn’t an accident at all. There was definitely an explosion but they found damage on the bodies indicating some injuries occurred before death. Like being carved up alive. They don’t want the public knowing the killer is still active in the area.”

“It’s gotta be someone linked to that hospital. Only question is why can’t the police figure out who?” asked Dean.

“Good question,” said Sam. “I’m going to keep digging, see if there’s a connection between the two we missed.”

“Thanks Sammy. We’ll be back in twenty to help,” said Dean, hanging up. He glanced at you, biting the inside of his cheek.

“This isn’t a monster,” you said quietly. “At least, it’s a human one.”

Dean polished off the rest of his meal quietly, the air still for a few beats. 

“When you get too worried about me on hunts, you put yourself in danger,” you said, slowly sipping from the shake. His heated gaze was on you as you handed him the drink. “You have to trust that I’m strong enough to do this. Careful and capable. We both need to work on that.”

“Alright. But do me a favor? Stick close to me or Sammy on this one. You’re just…” You waited, let him find his words. He took the drink and finished it off, shoving the trash in the bag. “You just got over that shoulder injury. Your punches don’t hit as hard as normal right now. I don’t mean that in a bad way, just-”

“Okay,” you said, finding his hand, slipping yours inside. “Now let’s figure out who this bastard is.”

He hummed, letting go of you for a brief moment so he could toss the garbage away. You slid inside the passenger seat, Dean back and behind the wheel after the blink of an eye. Approximately ten seconds later you were pulling out of the parking lot and on the road, headed down main street and for the motel.

“So I was thinking this guy does autopsies on victims right?” said Dean, turning the radio down low on a soft rock station. You glanced out the window on the dark night, a rumble of thunder overhead. “But the cops can’t find him. Well, isn’t there someone that sometimes works at hospitals and for the police that would be able to fuck with a body after the fact and hide traces of their involvement?”

“A pathologist. I was thinking that too but wouldn’t that have been their first look? I mean they literally call them the Pathology Murders,” you said, waiting for the the light to turn green. “It could be someone that knows someone at the department covering for them. Stranger things have happened.”

“Maybe. I get the gist this guy works alone though. I only clocked one set of boots at the scene this morning,” he said, the bright green light illuminating the dark interior.

“Same. It’s absolutely someone associated with that damn hospital-” you said, Dean’s arm shooting in front of you in your peripheral. A millisecond later, something slammed into the right side of Baby, your side. Your lap belt tugged on you hard as your body lolled to the side, weightless for a moment before gravity reared it’s ugly head and slammed you down. Your head smacked something hard and it all went dark.

You could hear Dean asking a paramedic a million questions, not a single one concerned about himself. You opened your eyes to find yourself in the back of an ambulance, Dean lying on a stretcher beside you. He could tell you were awake and struggled to reach over to you but couldn’t. Instead he thrashed his head back against his pillow in defeat, straining against the straps that held him down.

“Sir, I need you to calm down,” said the paramedic as you blinked slowly at Dean. You knew something was wrong with you, with both of you, but you weren’t quite sure what that was yet. You struggled when you saw Dean upset. You wanted him to feel better. “You need to relax, she’s seeing you panic and that’s making her do the same.”

Dean stopped as he took in how your heart rate had skyrocketed, how scared you looked. He sighed and forced himself to stay calm. You saw him relax and heard him say it was okay. Neither of you enjoyed the feeling of being tied down, especially when the both of you were in plain view of one another and couldn’t reach each other. You tried to speak but couldn’t as you felt how raw your throat was. 

“We’ll be at Mercy West in just a few minutes,” said the paramedic to Dean as you half-listened. 

“No, take us somewhere else!” yelled Dean suddenly, fighting again. The paramedic sighed as you both started struggling once more. You didn’t have much of an idea of what was going on but if Dean didn’t want to go there, it wasn’t safe. 

“I’m going to give each of you a sedative and by the time you wake up, you’ll be in your hospital beds feeling a lot better,” he said gently. 

“No, don’t you touch her,” said Dean as you started to get very sleepy. The last thing you saw was Dean shutting his eyes as you finally remembered what had happened.

If Sam didn’t get to you soon, you were screwed.

Your eyes wearily opened under bright lights that made your head hurt. You winced and turned away from it, limbs heavy and still. Dean’s voice echoed somewhere, to your left maybe? You forced your eyes open again, Dean strapped down to a metal table with metal drawers behind him, the look on his face like he was screaming at you. You blinked, the ringing in your eyes loud and obnoxious, droning him out.

“Get up, fucking get up!” Dean shouted so loud you shook your head, a splitting headache cracking over you. “Y/N get out of here!” 

It took only a moment to discover that unlike Dean, you weren’t restrained in what was most likely the hospital morgue. Something was wrong though. A sedative? No. You were becoming more alert if anything but your arms were growing more tired, head becoming too heavy to lift.

“Something’s off,” you tried to say, the words caught in your throat, unable to be voiced. Your eyes flared wide, Dean’s drifting past you.

“Someone took a long time to wake up,” said a voice to your right. Suddenly a hand was under your head.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Dean snarled, your head set on a…stand? Something to keep it elevated and from rolling to the side. You tried to move but the message wasn’t getting to your body, your eyes glued on the handsome face with a just slightly off smile leaning over you.

“You were in a nasty accident, Agent Carlson. Unfortunately for you, your head trauma was too severe and you coded in the ER. Meanwhile Agent Manns in his grief unfortunately succumbed to his injuries. At least that’s what the autopsy report will say,” he said, inspecting what felt like a cut on your temple. “Such a shame. It won’t be my best work but you’re not the first law enforcement to cross me. Sadly no one will be able to discover your remains once you’re accidentally incinerated as John and Jane Doe but it’s good practice.”

“Let her go you fucking psycho,” growled Dean when the doctor moved out of view and returned with a pair of shears. 

“Psycho? I’m Dr. Thomas, ER Trauma physician and part-time pathologist. I’ve saved far more lives than I’ve taken, Agent Manns,” he said, snipping through your blouse. 

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Dr. Thomas bagged your shirt in a plastic bag nearby, doing the same with your pants and boots once they’d been removed.

“Paralyzing agent. Hard to come by but it has it’s advantages. No messy straps or ropes in the way,” he said, lifting your arm as you watched helplessly, cold metal against your skin as he cut through your bra straps.

“I swear to god I’m going to rip your spine out of your fucking face. If you touch her-”

“Not my style,” said Dr. Thomas, pulling away the fabric, sending a chill down your back. He gave you his focus again, a smirk on his face as he put two fingers to your neck. “Your heart is hammering away, isn’t it? Biology is fascinating that way. It’s so strange how an emotion such as fear can cause physical reactions in our bodies.”

“Get the fuck away from her!” shouted Dean. Dr. Thomas’ smile towards you dropped when he looked at Dean. He sighed and set the shears down, walking out of view.

“You’re really starting to irritate me,” he said, the distinct sound of tape being ripped from a roll filling the room and then Dean’s cries became muffled, only quiet thumping as he struggled coming from him now. Dr. Thomas appeared again wearing another smile. “Sorry about that. It’s always the men that get all squirmy. The women always live longer. Now, one could argue that’s because women have on average more blood in their bodies than men but I’ve gotten a fairly large sample size over the past decade to believe they’re psychologically stronger and therefore last longer.”

You tried hard to move your hand when he held up a scalpel near your face but nothing worked. 

Fuck if you could move anything you’d be shaking harder than a tree in a damn hurricane. Dean struggling right beside you with a front row seat was not helping.

“Now I like to explain all of my procedures to my patients beforehand. While you are paralyzed to a degree, you will still feel things. That’s perfectly normal.” You were wide eyed, Dr. Thomas chuckling. “The procedure typically takes me around thirty minutes. However, you’ll die from the blood loss or shock after roughly seven so don’t worry about that aspect. Considering you were in an accident less than an hour ago, I suspect it’s more like four or five for you which is unfortunate for me but it is what it is. Perhaps Agent Manns will give me more time.”

He lowered the scalpel to your shoulder and dug in hard to the skin, dragging it inward towards your chest. Your scream was caught in your throat as he did it on the other side to match.

Dean was shouting and thrashing on the table beside you but you couldn’t even turn your head to look. Dr. Thomas started talking about incisions and procedures and then you felt something completely unnatural against your arm, another shout trapped in your lungs. Forget the brave face. You would have been full on wailing if you were capable of it.

Crack. Snap. Shudder. Rip. It was around the time that Dr. Thomas held up something dark red and sticky looking that your body decided passing out was the best course of action. Unfortunately, it wasn’t doing that for some reason and you were stuck on the edge of consciousness, terrified and wishing something would come along and smash your head in to end this.

A loud bang shot out and something heavy smacked your leg, something else skirting against your side. 

“Dear god,” whispered Sam. Your eyes were locked open as you heard Sam rush over, staring down at you for only a split second before he moved to Dean. 

That was not good. You were far more injured that Dean, somewhere on the verge of death if you figured. Sam would have stopped to help you first.

Unless you were beyond saving.

“Sweetheart,” said Dean, grabbing one of your blood covered hands in both of his. Fuck he was crying. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were so totally fucked. He looked over to Sam, Sam staring back with an open mouth. They couldn’t fix this. Shit, shit. You were going to die cut open like a Thanksgiving turkey. “W-What about Cas?”

“Dean,” said Sam, an air of resignation in his voice. “He’s in Kansas.”

“Jack then.”

“He’s with Cas. He doesn’t know how to-”

“A spell, a cure, something! Take her upstairs to a fucking doctor!” shouted Dean. 

“De. Half of her organs are…” said Sam as you got light headed, Dean’s hand running over your head. Dean found your face, his chin wobbling. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Then we sit with our girl,” said Dean softly, tucking a hair behind your ear. “And you fall asleep, sweetheart and when you wake up again, you’ll feel all better. I’ll come find you someday. Okay? Just close your eyes and try to sleep for me.”

Dean lowered his head, kissing your forehead as he fought back the tears that wanted to spill over. Sam took your other hand, squeezing it gently as you tried to do what he asked.

“Bloody hell, of course a Winchester took out a nutter like that. I’d have thunk he deserved more than a bullet,” said a familiar voice. 

“Rowena?” both boys echoed. She didn’t respond though, Sam’s hand dropping yours as a flash of red hair moved in front of you. You stared up at her, her hands cradling your cheeks.

“Dean, let go.” He did and about two seconds later you were shot straight upright, body in one piece, full of feeling and horror as you wrapped your arms over your chest, looking all around. 

“What the hell was that?” asked Sam while Dean shrugged out of his fed jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders, buttoning you up before he picked you up and was cradling you in his arms.

Rowena faced him with a hand on her hip, your own gaze falling down to where a dead Dr. Thomas lay on the floor, blood oozing from the back of his open head.

“Do you boys still not see me as a friend?” she asked, an undercurrent of hurt in her voice. You were shaking in Dean’s arms, clutching to his shirt with your too long sleeves. 

“You’re the queen of hell. Why would you stop a death?” asked Sam. She rolled her eyes and approached you, resting a hand on your arm.

“Because I’m the queen of hell and I do as I please, Samuel.” You wanted to say thank you but all you could manage was a few jumbled words as you buried yourself in Dean’s neck. “She’s in shock, quite bad. Best to take her home and let her rest.”

“Thank you Rowena,” said Dean, walking past her, stopping near the entrance to the room. “Next time you need something, just let us know and we’ll help.”

“Of course. I’ll take care of this mess. Oh and Y/N, dear?” You managed to lift your head, grateful to find Sam was right on Dean’s heels. “This lad is going to be spending a lot of time on the receiving end of what he gave out up here down in hell. I promise you that.”

You nodded, giving her a thumbs up. Dean kissed the top of your head, his hold on you tight.

“You’re going to be alright, sweetheart. Just give it some time.”

“How’s that feel?” asked Dean for what felt like the twentieth time back at the motel. You’d showered, took another another shower, took a bath, took another shower and currently were wrapped up in a mess of Dean’s pajamas on the bed with a big towel in your hair. 

“Better,” you said, your voice back with you once you’d gotten out of the hospital morgue. Sam was off relaying what he’d found to the local police. Apparently Dr. Thomas had worked on a few cases for the county but his sister it turned out was a hot shot detective who’d been covering for him for years. It was how he’d found out about you and Dean investigating.

Honestly that woman would be better off going out like her brother. She’d covered up a lot of murders for her brother. It’d be a miracle if someone didn’t take her out before then. Not that you particularly would mind that. 

You patted the bed beside you, Dean taking a seat and pulling you into his lap. He removed the damp towel and nuzzled the top of your head with his cheek, strong arms wrapped all around your body.

“So we really nailed that whole careful thing, huh?” you said. Dean chuckled deeply, inhaling the scent of your damp hair, a pretty lilac and vanilla blend you knew he liked. 

“How do you do that? Make me laugh when I don’t feel like ever laughing again,” he said, tightening his hold.

“Because I’m hilarious,” you said, closing your eyes, wrapping your hands around his forearms. “You might not understand this but what you said when I thought…you made me feel safe even when I was scared that was it. You were a guy protecting his girl tonight, even if it’s not the way you meant it.”

“Meant every word,” he whispered, breathing slowly. 

“Don’t you dare fucking apologize for not stopping it. There’s no way we saw that coming.”

“Okay,” he said, draping his legs over yours, leaning back against the headboard with you. “How’s that feel? Comfy?”

You smiled as you rolled your eyes at him, tucking in closer. “I got you, Winchester. I’ll be alright. A chocolate milkshake and order of fries wouldn’t hurt though.”

“You’re hungry? After all that?” he chuckled. 

“Yup. Ask Sam to pick some up on his way back,” you said, tilting your head back, kissing under his jaw. “Our date got cut short after all.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You couldn’t talk earlier,” he said, taking your hand, lacing your fingers together.

“I’ll have nightmares, I’m sure, and all the other crap we get. But right now in this moment, with you, I’m okay.” He smiled, holding your body against his.

“I love you so much. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Even if you do get kidnapped by serial killers.” You whacked his leg, Dean’s laugh rumbling against your back.

“Love you too, ya dork.”

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[hatchet-boy]

Judging SPN Seasons By How Messy It Would Be If Sam And Dean Started Having Sex

Season 1: freshly reunited. no one else in their world but them. they are obsessed with each other. they would fuck like feral dogs and it would make them so much worse. also dad is there. unspeakably messy. 12/10

Season 2: dad just died. the grief sex would be more tears than come and at least one of them is probably saying johns name mid fuck. dean might have to kill baby brother (TM) and so the obvious reaction to this would be extremely possessive sex. sam would not like that attitude (with the one exception of if it happens when hes drunk in playthings). messy in even grosser but marginally less feral ways than szn one. 13/10

Season 3: milder. still obsessed with each other but more settled into it now. deans turn to maybe die and sams turn to be uber-doober possessive about it. unlike sam, dean would be extremely into that. and his deal is comin due so he might as well. sad and tragic,, but not that messy. probably still more tears than come. 6/10

Season 4: dean just came back from hell to find sam fucking his new demon girlfriend. the angels are there. they're still hunting but Stuff Is Going On and god knows they need to be grounded with each other to make it through. sex would probably help. would do the opposite than make things messier. would be vicious. definite chance dean might try to feed sam his blood. 4/10

Season 5: apocalypse fuck. oh fuck. ruby is dead. angels and death and demons and god and destiny. sam and dean are the most experienced and secure theyve ever been and yet. the whole damn world is about to explode. and yet they are still tortured and annoyed by the goofy everday hunting horrors. fucking would be nice for them, would remind them they belong to each other. they think theyre gonna die so the consequences wouldnt matter a whole lot. less insulated and worried about holy judgment so the incest thing may be a bother now. 2/10

Season 6: you fuck your brother but its not your brother he's different in ways you cant explain but you havent seen him in months and you thought you lost him and hes not quite right but fuck he looks like him and talks like him and knows everything about the two of you and he fucks like a greek god and hes mean as a motherfucker in bed but you can take it its fine its worth it its sam godammit-

15/10

Season 7: stranded up the creek without even a twig for a paddle. both brothers are destroyed and traumatised and forcing each other forward by force of necessity and a brotherly hand on the back of the neck. at least its just them alone together (dean please ignore the hallucination of lucifer sitting in the corner and judging our cock size-). sex would go terribly and be the most unsexy sex ever sexed. but they would probably like the closeness if sam could handle it. messy but wouldnt ruin them long term. there would be a terrible Dick joke. 8/10

Season 8: WHOA BOY WHAT A DOOZY. BOTH BROTHERS HAVE PARAMOURS ON THE SIDE WHOM THE OTHER FUCKIN HATES. DEAN IS PURGATORY FERAL AND HAS ONE EYE ON A VAMP. SAM IS SOFT HAS HIS PINKY FINGER TWINED AROUND SOME RANDOM GIRL. WHY DIDNT YOU LOOK FOR ME?? // YOU TOLD ME NOT TO!! // YOU TRUST A DAMN VAMPIRE OVER YOUR OWN BROTHER?? // YOU HIT A DOG... meanwhile sam is doing the trials losing his mind again and dean is losing his mind about that. letting you down was my biggest sin//there is nothing i would ever put in front of you. messy. 10/10.

Season 9: less than ideal with sam possessed by and angel. dean is rocking with the guilt and confliction. the mark of cain is also making him a bit feral again. theyre safe together in the bunker but thats already claustrophobic enough sex might just suffocate them both. pretty messy. 7/10

Season 10: your big brother is an angry angry man but its not his fault right??? its because of the mark right?? he cant control it and you love him and you want to stay in the safe house/bunker/tomb with him you dont want to leave anymore and you need him. youve both been through enough. you deserve this. there would be minimal messiness caused by sex with your brother rn. exception to those few weeks where he was a demon. 2/10

Season 11: gods sister is here and its the apocalypse again. dean hates what he has with Her. at least his sammy is here. at least theyre together. still crazy about each other. gay incest sex is the most reasonable reaction. god might find out- but then again, he and his sister are pretty wacked out together too, and are we not made in gods image?. 1/10

Season 12: Mom is here and so is lucifer and his kid and also the cunt ass brits. not ideal. minimal messiness so long as no one finds out. and fuck all them anyway its pretty clear sam and dean can only ever really trust each other. sex would be affirming and safe here. they are absolutely fucking in the kitchen to the smell of toast and coffee. dean discovers he has an std because no its not normal that your balls have iched like that for the past four years you need to go to a doctor and dean i swear on the impala if you gave it to me- . 3/10

Season 13 to 15: fellas is it gay to have sex with your brother who you've been functionally married to for over a decade? probably not right ha ha. if they havent already fucked by now theyre not going to. theyre just gonna be intensely platonically married until they die. they both have erectile dysfunction by this point . sex would mean everything to them but change nothing they would still be old and married in their bunker with the devils kid tomorrow regardless. they dont care what people think anymore. fuck all messiness. 1/10

Post Season 15 Finale/Heaven: we deserve a soft epilogue my love sammy. mildly concerned about being kicked out of heaven for incest but with everything else theyve done they still made it there. it would be the least of their sins. lovely soft and nothing hurts. can you make a sex tape in heaven? 0/10

#labelling this one under 'things i spent too much time on but love anyway' #constructive criticism is more than welcome here #spn #samdean #wincest #first times #edit to clarify: #this isnt rating how /good/ it would be if they got together in each szn. just how /messy/ it would be

[lol-jackles]

I know its beens awhile but what did you think of S15 as a whole?

As a whole I think season 15 was an above-average season due to below-average execution and ended with a stellar series finale that added rewatch value not just for season 15 but also all of 15 seasons.

Season 15 started and ended with callbacks to previous seasons; from season 1's woman in white and Sam's goal of returning to a normal life, to season 5's Dean's time in hell as Alastair's apprentice and bringing closure to Adam Milligan, to season 8's endgames for Sam and Dean.

The first half of the season 15 was about free will vs determinism, with Sam representing the former and Dean representing the latter.  Sam and Dean’s confrontation with God parallels how they've reacted to family and authority their entire lives: Sam challenged God’s Divine decree over His Creation while Dean accused God of abandoning His Creation.  When Abraham spoke with his heart and mind to God over His plan to destroy Sodom & Gomorrah, it led to Abraham transcending himself, leading the way for God, and becoming the father of faith. Metaphorically it's all about lessons in honest, meaningful relationships with our fellow human beings.   People often suppress their true selves and principles for the sake of avoiding conflict instead of taking the relationship a step further into a place of sincerity.   From season 11 to 14, Sam and Dean spoke their hearts and minds to God and the brothers' relationship became at its strongest, never wavering even when occasional arguments sprouts up because they were honest with each other.

Sam and God became connected through Sam's hope which manifested in their identical wounds. Secular-based hope is about anticipating something good to come in the future.  Sam has hope in a better future, so Chuck showed him a bleak future to make his lose that hope.  Once Sam lost his hope, God leaves.  That’s pretty much what happens to people in real life, when they lose hope, they feel there is no God or God abandoned them. Another physical manifestation of a bleak future is Dean's old friend who retired from hunting, Lee, who became so corrupted that Dean is forced to kill him.

The return of Sam and Dean's half-brother, Adam, brings welcome closure.  Adam is not out for revenge as he acknowledged his own culpability for agreeing to vessel-ship in the first place.  Him and Michael only having each other for 10 years in the Cage led to their codependent-symbiotic-ish relationship that parallels Sam and Dean to some extent.  

I like to call the second half of season 15 the "Dean redemption tour" where side characters were used to address Dean's unresolved issues in order for him to be good enough for Sam in their eternal afterlife. Normally whenever Dean interacted with side characters it is about the side characters, not Dean (see example here and here). But when the formula is reversed, it becomes a bit disjointed, and the audience picked up on it. The final redemption act target Dean's anger issues that both Amara and Chuck discussed.

Chuck: This is my ending.  My real ending. 

Very next scene: *Dean pulls a gun on Sam*

Dean’s been so obsessed with having free will that he’s actually following Chuck’s writing.  As usual Sam broke through to Dean, in effect breaking Chuck’s influence. Then a very mad mad Chuck shows up.

Chuck:  “Are you kidding me? After all that, you did it again!”

Then 15x18 happened. Ignoring the hilarity of that scene, the speech was supposed to remind the general audience that Dean is A HERO before he dies two episodes later. By 15x19, free will vs determinism comes to a conclusion.   Michael and Lucifer betrayed the Winchesters and succumb to determinism, fulfilling their destiny to destroy each other.  Sam and Dean manipulated Michael to lure Chuck into a trap to replace him with a new God, Jack. Chuck is left only with human frailties and for the first time Chuck has no idea what happens next, bringing the free will theme to a full circle.  

Due to interactions with Sam, Rowena became the new queen of Hell while Jack becomes the new God of Heaven. Jack promises Sam that He will have a hands-off approach and people don’t need to pray or sacrifice to Him. Jack’s perception of humanity is distilled down to, “When people have to be their best, they can be.” 

Before the story ends, the protagonist is supposed to accomplish their primary goal that had kept them driven and move the story forward.  Sam’s goal was attaining normal life, it was never about eradicating monsters to extinction or avenging his mother’s death.  In fiction it always seems like the main character want many things, but there is always a primary goal.  Harry Potter gets dragged into many subplots such as conflicts with his best friends, romantic misfires, and incidents with secondary characters, however his main goal was always to defeat Voldemort and that's what the audience is holding out to see.  Sam Winchester’s journey is flipped from Harry Potter’s; Sam gets dragged into many subplots of saving the world, defeating the Big Baddies, and conflicts with his brother, however his main goal was always to have a chance at a normal life. But this can't happen while Dean is still alive.

Dean has everything he wanted: Sam and hunting.  Dean is a complete person; he doesn’t need anything else. But Sam had given up just about everything so that Dean wouldn’t be alone. 15x16 reminded the audience that Sam wanted out of the hunting life since he was a child. Sure, Sam is very good at his job and even became a leader, but they always made sure to show that Sam doesn’t have passion for the family business other than saving people’s lives.  Claire Novak shows way more enthusiasm for the job. But Dean would never retire from the hunting life.  Even when Michael gave Dean a fantasy life, Dean still conjured up monsters so he can fight and kill them.  As long as Dean is alive, Sam will never be free to pursue a normal life.  Think back to Dean's speech in season 8 telling Sam to pursue his normal life only after Dean dies with a gun in his hand and a smile on his face.

The pivotal barn scene in the 15x20 finale was genius, bringing the series to full circle with callback to the pilot, fleshing it out, adding backstory to Dean’s pov that brings his fear, need, relief, and love to stark relief.  It hurt like hell, and at the same time, cathartic because Dean was honest.   The way Dean said, “Come here. Let me look at you. There he is!”  That’s Dean in dad mode, the parental figure to Sam.  The show reminded the audience in 15x18 that Dean raised his little brother.  Still in dad mode, Dean then tells Sam that he is proud of him.  It’s what every son wants to hear from their dad.

Dean then goes into brother mode and tells Sam he admires his strength even when they were children.  Sam’s strength is such that Dean was afraid that Sam doesn’t need him. Fearing rejection, he stood outside of Sam’s dorm for hours before finally going to Sam because it’s always been Sam and Dean, and Dean can’t comprehend if he didn’t have Sam. 

From there Dean gives Sam his blessing to keep living his life.  “I love you so much, my baby brother”. Sam’s reaction was pure and raw, he has always been honest about his wants and needs but craves Dean’s approval to pursue them, and now he has it.  Sam’s faith in Dean went answered with Dean saying how proud he is of Sam, how much he admired Sam’s strength so that Sam knows he is strong enough to go on living without Dean.  

Another reason why the barn scene is genius is the pilot callback sets up Sam and Dean’s reunion in New Heaven as pilot 2.0.  From there they will build their relationship just as Sam and Dean.  They are at peace without monsters disrupting their lives, without vindictive angels disrupting their afterlives, and without childhood angsts weighing them down.  They have both freedom and peace.

This applies to all of the hunters.  Jack’s New Heaven is like a retirement home for hunters where they can enjoy their peace and socialize with their friends and loved ones and even upgrade themselves to the people they were meant to be on earth.

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[according2thelore]

THE POCKMARKS!!!!! holy shit es!dean noticing the way ls!sam is so flinchy - bc he is, god bless jared padalecki for that - and blaming the shit out of ls!dean. es!dean trying to get the reasons why out of of ls!sam but sam just refuses to tell this kid version of his brother anything about lucifer bc he doesn’t need that burden!! AHHH.

every ask you answer is driving me insane. obsessed w your mind

YOU GET IT!!!!

LS!Sam shies away from ES!Sam&Dean's fights when they suddenly yell, he jumps when doors slam, he burns his fingers on the stove and doesn't even notice until both deans rush over to pull them off the hob.

he skirts the darkest corners of the street when they walk, and his head suddenly jerks to the side sometimes when they sit in the library like he's trying to get something out of his head.

and when ES!Dean leans in to finally, shakily kiss LS!Sam, sam presses down hard on his own left palm.

this drives ES!Dean up the fucking wall. he blames LS!Dean. how could he have failed to protect sam this severely? dean has spent his entire life on essentially one principle: look out for sam.

and LS!Dean failed. he couldn't do it. he betrayed who dean is at his very core. and he seemingly doesn't live his life in a pit of unconquerable despair. he doesn't handle sam with the care (read: little kid gloves) that he deserves. he punches sam's shoulder and roughs him up and pretends that he didn't fail sam in every conceivable way.

it's disgusting. it's pathetic.

and you bet your ass ES!Dean tries to take LS!Dean to task about it a few times. i would be surprised if LS!dean actually disputes any of the points he makes. just, "come on, kid, you don't want to do this shit with me. shut up, you don't know what you're talking about."

and when ES!Dean finally can't take it, he takes LS!Dean to the ground in a fit of fury. LS!Dean wins easily, but he pulls so many punches that LS!Sam asks him about it after.

he's right, and he's young, and he loves you. i want to kick my own ass about it more than once a day. i still can't process it, and he's still waiting for his voice to drop all the way. let him have it. maybe he says any of this, but he most likely doesn't.

ES!Dean begs and begs and begs LS!Sam to tell him something--anything--because this is not a sam he's used to facing. this is not a sam he can avenge. LS!Sam ruffles his hair like a child and looks at dean like he's adorable for wanting to chew through the intestines of the person that did this.

and ES!Dean is not used to not being able to fight sam's demons for him. young dean would let sam crawl into his bed when he was scared, he would offer to destroy sam's bullies, he was willing to rip every hunter limb-from-limb when they questioned sam.

but this is not a problem he can fix, and it crushes him.

sam won't tell him because he knows that it will shatter him. how can you even tell this dean, with dark freckles and shining eyes and hands shaking with adrenaline when he pulls you in for a kiss, that you spent over a hundred years being ripped apart in every single way one soul can? you can't.

it almost killed LS!Dean when it happened the first time. LS!Sam knows that even though ES!Dean begs and pleads and threatens to rip LS!Dean's dick off, that he's still so young. he thinks that azazel (still "yellow eyes" to these untried versions of themselves) is the worst thing they will ever face.

so sam demurs, and he kisses dean's forehead, and he distracts him with pieces of the future ("our best friend tried to be god, once"), but he swears that dean will never know.

and EEP! anon!!! i am obsessed with YOU!!!! these asks make my week, lol! i'm so glad you all still like these! holding your hand RIGHT NOW.

-lizzy :)

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 14 - A Battle of Fates

When Sam, Dean, and Cas track down Y/N and Lucifer, there is an all-out battle that results in Y/N having to make the ultimate decision. Will she accept her fate and choose Lucifer? Or will she create her own destiny and choose Dean?

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The days with Lucifer fly by. Counting the cycles from day to night, I believe I've been here for about 3 weeks, but it feels like I've spent my whole life with him. Each day holds another exciting adventure that’s designed to keep me happy and busy. He’s created amusement parks, animal sanctuaries, extravagant balls, and fancy dinners, even taking me to my favorite plays and movies, all created out of thin air with the snap of his fingers. 

It’s been incredible. Truly something out of a fairytale. But everywhere we go, it’s just him and me, Lucifer and I, the rest of the world be damned. I’m not dumb, I know he’s doing this to keep me isolated and safe from anyone that may want to steal me away. 

“I have a lot of enemies.” He grabs my shoulders and looks at me in full seriousness. “Many powerful people that will use you to get to me. But I promise you this, I will never let anyone hurt you. Not now. Not ever,” he explains, confirming my suspicions. 

I have no doubt that’s true. What better way to hurt the Devil than threatening the one thing in this world he loves, his Achilles heel, and God help anyone that dares come between us. But, I suspect he has ulterior motives as well, primarily keeping me from the Winchesters and their pocket angel. I can tell that he’s on edge, always glancing at the door, obsessively checking that each sigil is still intact, just waiting for them to burst in guns blazing.

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The house is secure, located in the middle of nowhere, and sigiled to high Hell. He’s careful. No one knows where we are, not even me. The odds of them ever finding this place are slim to nothing, that is if they’re even looking for me at all. The thought crushes me, feeling as if a little part of me has curled up and died.

I wonder where they are, what they’re doing, which monster they are hunting down this week, but most of all, if they miss me. I know it’s selfish of me to think that way. I put them through Hell, especially Cas, and they’re better off far, far, away from me. 

Nevertheless, I've been practicing the demon exorcism Sam had taught me. I’ve got it down to a T, memorized every word and perfected each pronunciation. I'm ready for any demons that may cross my path. I can just picture the cheery smile on Sam’s face and the way he would squeeze my shoulder to show how proud of me he is.

I’ve even picked up my lessons in Enochian. I doubt Castiel would approve of my methods, but Lucifer has continued where he left off. He was surprised when I asked him, but happy to teach me the basic alphabet and meaning of the simple symbols. I’m still a novice, barely even able to decipher the simplest of writing, but I’m getting better by the day. I dream of seeing Castiel again one day and greeting him in Enochian. The surprised look on his face would be priceless and his kind smile would warm my heart.

Despite the wonderful time I’ve spent with Lucifer, how close we’ve grown, how much I truly adore him now, I miss my family… I miss Dean. The ghost of him lives in my mind. I keep expecting to wake up in the Bunker and see him in the kitchen drinking a beer and going to town on a tower of bacon. I miss his musky cologne and comfy flannels that are way too big for me but feel so right. I miss the way he would hold me at night and whisper that everything will be okay. My heart yearns for him, more than I thought possible. After the way things ended, the big fight that resulted in him storming out, the rage that burned in his eyes, I doubt that he would ever want to see me again. 

“It’s for the best,” I keep reminding myself, trying to quell the feelings that seem to grow stronger with each moment that passes.

Lucifer knows. Despite how hard I try to hide my pain, he’s not oblivious, and the deep connection that we share sure doesn’t help.

“Y/N?” Lucifer asks, hugging me from behind, pulling me to his chest and resting his head on my shoulder like he often does.

“Yes, Luce?” I lean back into his chest.

“Somethings bothering you,” he states matter-of-factly, “talk to me.”

“It’s nothing,” I attempt to ease his suspicion, but it comes out less than convincing.

Uneasy silence hangs in the air as he thinks of what to say.

“Dean could never love you like this, you know.” He gently brushes my hair away from my neck and places a series of soft kisses from my jaw to my shoulder.

I freeze, turning rigid as a board. Hearing those words come from his mouth, it feels like the wind is knocked out of me. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about Luce,” I laugh nervously, trying to brush off his suspicion. 

“Yes, you do.”

A sinking feeling drops in my stomach, and I close my eyes, preparing myself for where this dangerous conversation may lead. As much as I adore Lucifer, he is anything but predictable.

“A little birdy told me what you and Dean have been up to.” He grits his teeth, trying to control his temper.

“A little birdy being you spying on me?” I bite back defensively.

“Besides the point.” He pulls me in even tighter, perhaps scared that I'll flee at any moment. “I know that you have feelings for that insolent human… I know that you miss him,” he says bitterly, face scrunching up in disdain. “Do you really think he misses you?” He snaps, knowing that it will cut deep.

“Luce…” I whisper, my voice trembling. It’s a thought that’s crossed my mind a million times before, a thought I can’t seem to shake.

“Y/N,” he spins me around to face him, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. His eyes comb over my face like he’s admiring a work of art.

“I’m going to show what it truly means to feel love.” He takes a deep breath. “I promise you that in due time, these feelings you have for that… Winchester,” he says in disgust, “will be a thing of the past. The only person you will crave is me.” He pulls me into a deep and passionate kiss. It’s not angry and possessive like I expected, but rather tender and loving.

I pull away, my lips puffy and cheeks flushed.

“He will never touch you again, do you understand?” He growls, his eyes flash a bright crimson red for a moment, before returning to their usual state. He wraps his magnificent wings around me in a protective manner, the silky feather brushing against my bare arms.

“Yes Luce.” I nod and rest my head against his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat brings me a sense of peace and safety. Part of me wants to believe him. Part of me wants to forget the feelings I have for Dean Winchester and spend the rest of eternity with the angel fate has decided I’m meant to be with. But the other part of me wants to say, “Fuck fate,” and run into his arms, reuniting with the man I hold so dear. A storm of conflict brews ever stronger inside of me.

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“I want you to focus, I mean really focus,” Lucifer says, encouraging me.

I hold my hand out in front me, just a few feet away from the fireplace. I can feel the heat licking my palm. I screw my eyes shut and pour all my mental force into the flame that flickers weakly from the charred-up logs. My brows furrow and a bead of sweat runs down my face. I give it my all, but still, nothing comes.

“Ugh! This is useless!” I groan, dropping my hand down by my side in defeat. “Maybe I just don’t have grace abilities like you.” My mood fades from frustration into sadness, wings wilting pathetically.

“You think Rome was built in one day?” He replies sarcastically. “I’ve had millennia to perfect my grace, you just need some more practice.”

I shoot him a dirty look, but eventually nod my head in understanding.

“Now,” he clears his throat and steps closer until his chest is pressed against my back, the tingly feeling returning. “Spread your feet apart.” He kicks my shoes with his boot until they’re about a foot apart in distance, giving me better balance. “Hold your hand out. Stiffen your arm.” He lifts my arm into place, intertwining his fingers in mine and holding my palm forward.

The feeling is comforting, his large hands seem to fit perfectly with mine, the familiar electric feeling pulsing between us.

“Close your eyes,” he calmly instructs.

My eyes flutter closed, this time letting them relax instead of scrunching them up in frustration.

“Take a deep breath and imagine the fire growing clearly in your mind.” He rests his head on my shoulder, grounding me just enough to provide reassurance.

I take a deep breath in through my nose, and out through my mouth, instantly feeling a sense of calm wash over me. I picture the fire burning hot and growing several feet tall, the image in my mind so realistic that it feels like It’s really happening.

There’s a warm tingling sensation that builds in my stomach, growing ever so slightly. My hand shakes as a cold feeling wraps around my core. It’s Lucifer’s grace, a sensation I've grown quite accustomed to. My warm grace tangles with his, dancing in harmony. My grace is much smaller, more submissive to his. His grace is heavier and far more overpowering, like a cold ocean wave that makes my ears ring and blood hum.

“You feel that?” He whispers in my ear, the feeling of our graces merging together pleasantly surges through my body.

“...Yes.” I nod, holding back the groan that threatens to spill from my lips.

“Use it.” He kisses my neck, leaving a playful nip. “I know you can do it.”

His encouragement lights a fire in my stomach, and with renewed determination, I put my full focus into the task at hand.

 The fire roars to life, burning to the top of the fireplace. The flames dance up to the chimney, the smell of crackling wood and thick smoke fills the room. A feeling of power surges through my veins, the rush has me instantly hooked, surely an addiction in the making.

“I did it…” I mutter to myself in shock. “LUCE, I DID IT!” I turn around to face him and my wings flutter in excitement, a happy grin on my face.

“I knew you could, my beloved!” He picks me up with ease and spins me around like I weigh nothing to him. His wings twirl around us, magnificent feathers flowing in the breeze. “I never doubted you for a second.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and stares at me lovingly. “I’m so proud of you.” He places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Mm…” I hum in content, happy that Lucifer, of all people, is proud of me. I melt into the kiss, the rest of the world fading into oblivion. I could stay here forever.

The soft clicks of a lock being picked is covered by the fire that still roars strong behind us and the blood rushing in my ears.

The door bursts open with a loud bang, the splintered wood hanging off the hinges. Light from outside pours into the dimly lit room, illuminating the three figures, their shadows stretching across the floor.

Surprised, I whip my head around to see Dean standing his ground across the room, Sam and Castiel looming behind him, all of them armed with angel blades.

“LET HER GO YOU WINGED BASTARD!” the familiar sound of Dean’s voice booms.  Dean looks pissed, more than I ever could have imagined. This must be what monsters see in their final moments, truthfully, it scares me. His knuckles are white from gripping the blade so hard, ready to spring into action.

“Well, look who’s come to party,” Lucifer teases, holding me closer, surely leaving red marks where his fingers dig into the skin of my arms.

“Dean!” I call out. I never thought I'd see him again and my heart flutters at the sight. They came for me. They actually came for me…

Without giving it a second thought, I break free of Lucifer's grasp and make a beeline towards the Winchesters and their beloved angel, awaiting the feeling of being in their arms once again.

Before I even make it halfway across the room, Lucifer appears in front of me. I bump into his chest, stumbling back onto the floor.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” He shakes his head, giving me a disapproving look and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I'm just a child. 

“PUT!... ME!... DOWN!” I demand, pounding my fists against his back. When this has absolutely no effect on him, I run my hands into his feathers and twist, remembering the reactions it elicited from him before. He growls, but refuses to let me down, his grips only growing tighter on me.

“Put the girl down, brother,” Castiel warns, a dangerous edge to his voice.

“Castiel, pleasure to see you again, come back for seconds?” He taunts him with a grin.

Dean takes a step forward, practically fuming.

“Stay!” Lucifer commands me, placing me on the ground behind him. He splays his wings out protectively in front of me, as if I'm the one at risk.

The tension in the room is so thick that you could cut it with a butter knife.

The sound of every window breaking around us, practically makes me jump out of my skin. Shards of glass fly in all directions, one piece just barely missing my face by half an inch. The sky that had been clear just moments ago, is now raining like we’re in the eye of a category five hurricane. Booming claps of thunder fill the room, followed by strikes of lightning that illuminate Lucifer’s wings in the most intimidating way. 

Snapping out of my shocked daze, I completely disregard his command and try to run forward but find that his grace is holding me in place, essentially super gluing my shoes to the floor.

For just a moment, the three boys give each other a knowing look before they all swing into action.

Dean lunges forward, swinging the blade with full force. He aims for Lucifer’s head, but he flawlessly dodges the attack, his eyes flashing red in anger. But this doesn’t deter him, Dean’s unrelenting, like he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.

Sam keeps himself fixed to the closest wall across the room. He drags the blade across his hand, creating a deep gash in his palm. Blood drips to the floor in abundance, creating a crimson puddle. He dips his finger in the liquid and quickly begins to draw a symbol on the wall with haste. I’ve studied enough to recognize that it’s an Enochian symbol, but I can’t decipher what it means.

Castiel stands a few feet behind Dean, his brow furrowed in concentration. He extends his arm towards Lucifer and his eyes glow a light blue. He chants quietly under his breath, his voice low and steady.

Dean continues his attack on Lucifer. With one precise swing, he slices Lucifer across the face. A cut on his cheekbone forms, blood dribbling from his cheek to his chin. Dean flashes him a cocky smile.

I struggle against his hold with all my strength, desperately trying to pry my shoes from the hardwood floor, but it's ultimately useless. I have no choice but to stand by in horror, watching the scene unfold in front of me with no way to stop it. The only thing worse than being in love with two men, is watching them kill each other right in front of your eyes.

Lucifer reaches up to his cheek, tenderly touching the wound that instantly heals shut with a white shine. He lowers his hand, looking at the blood that coats his fingers in anger.

“You’re gonna regret that,” he growls, lunging at Dean.

“I don't think so brother,” Castiel states, his eyes glowing a bright blue. With the power of his grace, he stops Lucifer in his tracks, forcing him on his knees and keeping him stuck in place.

Dean tilts his head, giving him a look that says, “I win.”

“Hurry Dean, I can’t hold him much longer,” Castiel groans, his body straining to fight off Lucifer’s powerful resistance.

Without a second of hesitation, Dean plunges the blade into Lucifer, his body visibly shaking with adrenaline.

“NO!” I scream out, my wings frilled in panic. With the attack, Lucifer's grip on me breaks and I rush to his side in an instant. I kneel next to him on the ground, lifting his limp head in my hands, his eyes closed and blood dripping from the wound where the angel blade remains buried deep in his flesh. I can feel the hot tears pricking my eyes.

Silence hangs in the air. Dean, Sam, and Cas anxiously waiting to see if they’re plan had really worked. After a few moments pass, they give each other a look of relief and collect themselves.

Their relief is short lived, as he opens his eyes and breaks out of Cas’s hold, more pissed than ever.

“You missed.” He smiles and pulls the blade out from the right side of his chest, dropping it to the ground with a clank, blood splattering the wood. Within seconds the wound is healed shut with a white glow. He stands from his knees and spreads his wings, towering far above the rest of us. “You should really aim for the heart next time.” He grins wide like a Cheshire cat.

All three boys exchange a look that practically screams, “Oh shit.”

With a flick of his wrist, Lucifer throws the three of them against the wall, pinning them in place. They struggle with all their might, but their efforts are essentially useless against his powerful grace. In a fight, archangel always wins.

“Sit, stay awhile.” he teases.

“Lucifer, no,” I beg, just wanting this nightmare to be over.

He wraps his arm around my waist but pays me no mind. He twists his hand into a fist and at once, both of the brothers’ writhe in pain, their body contorting in unnatural angles. 

Dean and Sam groan, their faces twisting up in agony. As if it couldn’t get worse, they start to spit up blood. And not just a little, but a disturbing amount of blood pouring through their lips, staining their skin and clothes a blooming red. The sound of groans and coughing makes me sick to my stomach.

“Lucifer, stop!” I yell in horror. I bunch my hands up in his shirt, desperately trying to snap him out of his fit of rage. I’ve never seen him like this before, but I start to question if those stories about him are actually as true as they say.

“No!” Castiel yells in his gravelly voice, staring at the beloved Winchester brothers squirming next to him.

“Wait your turn, brother.” Lucifer snaps his head in his direction and shifts his hand towards Castiel. A white glow slowly burns inside Cas. It starts low in his chest but builds until the white light shines through his throat and eyes with a deafening ring that continues to grow.

“You really think she loves you? I mean, you?” Lucifer mocks, staring Dean down intently.

Dean tries to speak, but his words are undecipherable through the spluttering blood and groans.

“STOP!!” I pound my fists against Lucifer’s chest so hard that it would surely leave painful bruises on any normal human. But he’s not human, no, he’s the farthest thing from it, an archangel in a savage rage.

He continues his assault, the boy’s looking as if they’re on the brink of death, perhaps they are.

“You promised…” my voice breaks.

This pulls him out of his trance. He stops his brutal attack and turns to me, looking guilty and the slightest bit pained.

“You’re right,” he admits, getting his temper under control. He takes my hand in his and brings them to rest on his cheek, evening out his breath.

The Winchesters gawk at him, as if they can’t believe what they’re seeing. They cough and choke, but the waterfall of blood stops and Castiel ceases the blinding glow.

“You’re scaring me, Luce.” I step closer, my eyes wet with tears.

“Forgive me, love.” he looks at me with loving eyes, the man I love coming back to me, even if it’s just for a moment. He pulls me into a kiss. It’s soft at first, caring and apologetic, but it soon turns deep and possessive. He wraps his wings around me and looks over to Dean, holding eye contact, needing to see his jealous reaction.

“Leave her alone,” he demands in a hoarse voice, his face burning with anger.

I break the kiss with a light shove and look at him, my cheeks burning in shame. I can practically hear his heart breaking into a thousand shards.

“Or what?” Lucifer snaps, “What did you think was going to happen, hm? You’d just storm in here, kill me, and she’d come running back to you like some lovesick puppy?”

Dean musters up the strength to shoot him a look that could kill, but I could see Lucifer’s words were gutting him inside.

“Newsflash kid, Y/N’s my soulmate. We’re meant to be together, it’s our destiny,” he says, pulling me so close that my wings are pressed flat against his chest, wrapping an arm around me to secure my body in place.

Dean’s face becomes somber as he processes the information. I can see the internal debate going on inside of his head, one that I’ve had many times before. 

“Is that true, Y/N?” Sam asks hesitantly.

Cas gives Sam a knowing look.

“Yeah, tell them Y/N.” Lucifer takes my chin between his fingers and forces me to look them in the eyes, unable to escape their awaiting glares, “Is it true?” He mocks.

“...Yes,” I admit, barely a whisper.

Dean’s eyes go wide, tears threatening to spill at any moment. His green irises flick back and forth, desperately scanning my face for any sign that I might be lying, that this is all some part of a masterplan to deceive Lucifer, but finds none.

“I’m sorry,” my voice cracks and I close my eyes in shame, tears streaming down my cheeks. I can feel Lucifer smirking behind me, clearly amused with this turn of events.

The room is quiet for a moment before something in Dean changes. His eyes harden and he lifts his head with a wave of confidence. “Yeah? Well, I say screw destiny. You can shove it up your feathery ass!” He spits in defiance.

“Give it up Dean.” Lucifer rolls his eyes dramatically, “She’s my mate, you can't have her!” He growls, his wings spreading to their full wingspan.

“Lucifer… that’s enough!” I warn, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to get his attention, but he keeps his eyes glued on Dean.

“No, she’s not! She’s one of us now, she’s a Winchester!” He snaps back.

Hearing those words makes my heart flutter but it sends Lucifer over the edge. His eyes glow a red so bright that I’m sure the color will be burned in the back of my retina for days to come. He balls his hand into a fist and twists it sharply. 

Dean screams as the unmistakable sound of his rib bones crunching and breaking under the angel's grace bounces off the walls, followed by a series of pained whimpers, drowned out by Sam and Cas’s protests. 

“I SAID, ENOUGH!” my voice echoes around the room. With a sudden surge of grace, Lucifer is shoved halfway across the room. Dean, Sam, and Cas are released from his hold, falling to the floor. The storm stops and all is quiet for just a moment.

Dean clutches at his ribs and attempts to stand, but collapses onto the ground in immense pain. Sam and Cas rush to his side and help him to his feet, throwing his arms around each of their shoulders to help him stand. The three of them look at me in shock, Dean seemingly more amazed than the others.

Lucifer, on the other hand, is beaming, clearly impressed with my sudden surge in power. “Look at y-” Lucifer starts with a cocky smile.

“Shut up!” I interrupt him, shooting him a warning look.

“I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m some prize to be won!” I yell, angrily looking between the two of them, disgusted with the little show they put on tonight. I try to catch my breath as I collect my thoughts.

“I’m my own person, and I decide my destiny! Not you,” I turn to look at Luce, images of our amazing dates together play like a movie in my mind, how he makes me feel like I'm the only girl in the world, the only thing that matters to him, and the powerful connection pulling us together like magnets. I can just imagine spending eternity with him, exploring where my powers could take me, seeing how deep our connection goes, and what the next millennia together has in store for us.

“Not you,” I look at Dean. Memories of my nights with him flood back, the way he was always there when I needed him, the way he makes my heart flutter every time I look at him, the way I crave him in every sense of the word. It’s no use denying the feelings I have for Dean, and what I wouldn’t give to spend the rest of my days with him, watching him grow old and showing him what it really means to be loved.

“And definitely not fate.” I raise my head high and frill my wings out to their full extent, refusing to hold myself back any longer.

“It’s my choice, and I choose…”

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[lyssak09]

Yandere Sam hcs

I don't simp for Sam (he is an amazing character tho) but I know half of the fandom does so this is for all you Sam lovers. Enjoy 💙

P.S. here is the song I mention later in this. I highly recommend it.

I know everyone thinks Sam would be a sweet yandere, which is true! But I believe Sam is a bit more sinister than what people think. He can get violent

Sam is a trained hunter for god's sake

He could take you down in two moves flat

But just be good and he won't

Sam is a semi-deliosional, obsessive yandere. He loves everything and anything about you. And you love him too. Right?

When you and Sam start dating he will show you off to Dean and Cas. Totally not to get family approval

Sam will keep track of everything about you. Your daily schedule to your favorite brand of chips

Slowly but surely he will get you to up your relationship. From just dating to boyfriend to moving in together to talking about starting a family very quickly. Maybe in the span of a year. If you get freaked out about how quick you're moving you'll get his puppy eyes and maybe a sad sob story about how he has always wanted this, how you're meant for him.

You are Sam's greatest strength and his biggest weakness. And some of our biggest bads know this. Lucifer might kidnap you and use you against Team Free Will. Or he might fall for you. But that's another headcannon for another day.

Sam loves you so much. If anything were to happen to you he would lose his shit. He would use anything he has to get you back. Like being Lucifer's vessel. If he has to he is willing to sell his soul. He'll get it back eventually. He's a Winchester for crying out loud.

If you thought he worked so hard to save the world because of the human race then you are so damn wrong. After he met you he stopped caring about everyone but his family and you of course. There is no one worth protecting and saving the world for except you.

His family loves you. Especially Dean. Now Sammy has two people making fun of him. How great is that?!

Later on if you get piss at him and call him a bitch after he made you mad then he will instantly call you a jerk on instinct

You let out a loud sigh, "Sam, why are you crying?". You heard a little sniffle before he replied. "I-I called you a jerk because I say that when D'Dean calls me a bitch. But you're not a jerk! I love you so much" he told you and crushed you in a hug.

He's such a crybaby when it comes to you

So I said Sam is semi-delusional right? Because he his. Some days he thinks its his right and for your own good that he is doing this. Yes he knows some people might think its wrong and maybe he has "kidnapped you against your will" but what do you know? He knows more than you and is just doing this for your own good. And possibly because he wants to as well.

Sam will make you be his little nurse when he comes home injured. Depending on if he told you what he really does you'll get a different story as to why he is coming home seriously bleeding or coming home with a bullet wound. Hope you can stand blood.

He will baby you. Especially if you had a rough childhood. It sounds nice right? Wrong

If he enjoys babing you enough then say goodbye to walking, for he will carry you everywhere. Oh, you wanna feed yourself? Too bad. You might lose autonomy. And if you fight him on it then maybe its time for you twos nap time!

By the way, this man is a cuddler. You have no personal space. But as least you have your own personal giant ass heater. So, yay?

If you wanna try and butter him up to get something then play with his hair. He takes great pride in it for whatever reason.

Sam has a hand on you at all time. He has to be touching you in someway or else he gets antsy.

Also you're gonna get kisses 24/7 whether its on the lips or where ever else. Even is passing by he'll give you a kiss on top of your head. You only get kissed on the cheek when he is sitting with you. It gets tiring basically squatting down just to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

If you disobey Sam or just put up a major fight all the time after he kidnaps lovingly taking you home by surprise, then expect some privileges taken away and or punishments.

Sam's punishments aren mainly mental. He will guilt trip the hell out of you. If you piss him off enough he will either freeze you out or just straight up isolate you.

But if soul less Sam kidnaps you and you piss him off then you're getting brutal punishments. Like extremely mentally hurtful or maybe even physical.

Normal Sam thinks that when he punishes you its for the best and will feel some guilt. You need to learn to not disobey. And he knows not every couple does this. But Soulless Sam thinks it is how truly in love couples work through issues. And its his right to correct your wrongs and behavior. He also might enjoy it a tiny bit.

Also, yes, Soulless Sam does love you.

Remember how I told you that you're Sam's biggest strength as well as his biggest weakness?

Well the boys' enemies will use that to their advantage. Like instead of Sam being forced to watch Dean die over 100 times, Gabriel makes you die over 100 times.

It really f*cked with him after

"I'LL KILL YOU TRICKSTER!". Sam screamed as he held your dying body in his arms, again.

Once he finally got it to end he never let you do or be near anything that could kill/injure you.

"I was an island, 'fore you came along," Sam heard you singing under your breathe once he jolted awake. "Y/N WHAT DAY IS IT!?" He yelled and jumped at you. "Its Wednesday Sam." You said and tried to go back to your chores around the bedroom. But Sam wouldn't let you move. He pulled you to his chest and squeezed you so hard you started to get lightheaded. "You can't leave me. I won't let you. You're never getting out of my sight." He repeatedly said. "Sam, losing air!", he loosened his grip. "You're mine. You're never leaving. Even after death. You belong to me."

Sam loves to support any all all of your hobbies. Except ones he might see as dangerous. Such as whittling/carving (knifes & sharp objects), candle making (fire), stitching/cross stitching/sewing unless he trusts you enough to be careful.

He might let you cook. But he has to be in the kitchen with you and does the chopping. Be glad he lets you even use the oven.

Pottery might (very unlikely tho) be an option. If he does allow you to do it then he has to put the pottery in the klin or whatever.

Sam loves when you create things. Like art, writing, etcetera. He will frame or display basically everything you make. Except food. That gets to be displayed in his stomach.

He loves your art soo much you that if you don't wanna share whatever you have made to him then you'll get a sad/pissy puppy.

"Can I please see it?" Sam had asked you for the 100th time. You grumbled. "For the last time. No! If I don't want you to see it then too bad!" You started to raise your voice in frustration. Sam pouted at you. "You know I don't like secrets! And no matter what it is I'll love it!". You being in a snarky mood rolled your eyes, "even if its a smutty drawing/ short story of someone I think is hot?". He stayed quiet for a minute. "I'll burn it to the f*ckin ground and kill whoever you was in it. " Sam said monotonly. Your mouth hung open. Some how after months of being stuck with this psycho he still manages to surprise you. He kissed your head all of a sudden, "Can't have my sweet Y/N being tempted by others can we? Now lemme see it."

One of his favorite pass times with you is him reading to you or reading while you watch tv all nice and comfy like on his lap.

Sam has no boundaries with you. Like while you're showering he might pop in and sit on the counter or toilet lid and just talk to you. Or listen to you if you talk to yourself or sing in the shower.

He might not even make it know he was in there with you. It doesn't really matter. Couples do this all the time right?

Also he will change your eating habits. If you don't drink enough water he will watch and make you drink multiple glasses. Don't eat enough? Then you get to be started at like a hawk until you eat your whole plate.

And if you eat non-health stuff all the time then be ready to eat a whole lot of "rabbit food"

Just remember he is doing it because he loves you and wants you to live a long time with him

Sam follows you around like a puppy. He just wants to be with you all the time. Can you blame him?

He also could talk to you for hours. Especially about his nerdy stuff.

Also don't argue with him. He was trying to be a lawyer. There isn't a point in it.

And I don't recommend escaping. He knows everything about you. Which means he knows everywhere you could have gone to hide

If whoever you hid with tries to fight him off or anything except turn you over to him will get shot. Sam isn't in the mood. He just wants to take his stubborn sweetheart home

"You're not taking her! I'm calling the cops" your friend yelled and tried to grab their phone and shield you. "No! I'll be fine, F/N. He'll hurt you if needed." You panickly said to them. You started to slowly walk towards Sam who had his hand on his gun. "Damn it Y/N! I'm not letting you go to that sicko! Come back before he-" your friend was cut off with a giant BANG. There stood Sam, pointing his gun at your friend. Blood started started to pool at your feet. "I'm too tired to deal with your shenanigans babe. Get in the car now."

Sam doesn't like having to chase you down

Sam will use his powers on you if needed. Its an advantage that would be stupid not to use.

He will anything for you. Never forget that

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[kansasmassacre]

I do think it's amazing that I've watched this show three times at least from front to season 10 and back and it was the third time (ten years later) that I started loving Sam. I always liked him but as a kid Dean has this shiny appealing sparkle that is hard to ignore, as well as the fact that around season 3 and then arguably after 5 it kinda becomes the Dean Show.

I'm not bitter that boyking arc was abandoned (although I am upset that we seem to have just completely dropped Sam's addiction, like yes he's the mental health boy but also that could've been really cool to expand on) because we got to see the really amazing extreme parallels of family horror in the biblical sense, like the cycle of trauma from the beginning of time with God and his own Sister down to Michael and Lucifer and Cain and Abel down to Sam and Dean like ik it's kinda dramatic but also my favorite thing about this show is that it's constantly mirroring itself

The thing about Sam's character taking a backseat and the idea of Big Deangirlism is that we see fundamental readings of both characters completely misinterpreted. It took me coming to the cesty side to really see a lot of these themes but I think even if I didn't ship them, and say it was purely platonic, the fact is that Sam is often misread and disregarded and Dean is often candy coated into something that only slightly resembles him

And I'm not one to push that there's a correct reading of Canon, or that out of character readings aren't sometimes justified, it's simply that if you don't acknowledge the codependence and the two halves of one whole and the soul mates and the obsessive self destructive selfishness then you are not seeing the characters for who they are, and for a long time I didn't see these things. And now that I do, even as a deangirl I love Sam as Dean would love Sam because that is who he his

And it's completely alien to me now that anyone who claims to be a Dean first wouldn't see Sam this way, it's not possible to disregard him, and yet it seems to happen often

#mine #samdean #wincest #spn rewatch

[shallowseeker]

The WIP game

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then work for 10 minutes for every vote the winner receives.

Thank you for tagging me @angelcasendgame

Note: I'll probably pick up writing again mid-September, if all goes well, so any excitement for past works will be taken into account? Even if it's just a single person. 💕💕💕 Thank you!

Snippets n' links below:

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For your crimes against the most high - (ao3)

(Alt 15x19 - Dean, Sam, Jack, & Michael VS Chuck)

Summary: Chuck ramps up his existential torture by taunting Dean about Castiel's role in the story, and Sam realizes that Chuck’s focus on familial sacrifice is more than an obsession—it’s where he gets his power. (The one where Chuck insists Cas was just a self-insert. Team Free Will resists.) What happens next? Lucifer ices the water-logged, Appalachian landscape where TFW 3.0 is taking shelter. Michael encourages Jack to trust him. Dean hates it. While on a supply run, Jack runs afoul of the resurrected Special Children.

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Feelings of excitement and infatuation - (ao3) - needs editing first

(AU mid-season 15; Jack n Harper road fic)

Summary: After the events of Byzantium (14x08), Jack looks for a way to break Castiel's deal with The Empty. He seeks out Harper Sayles (14x06) to leverage necromancy and divination. Unfortunately, the extended Sayles family is a hidden nexus of power, and Jack finds himself lured into a plot to harness the The Empty to rip into the fabric of the future. What happens next? Everyone's on a collision course for a multi-case disaster in New Mexico. Jack and Harper are lured into a trap by a triple threat team-up: a Bieber-looking demon (Belphegor), a Russian dragon, and a gorgon named Noah. Meanwhile, Claire and Patience are hot on the gorgon's trail, and Patience gets a vision of Jack munching on human eyeballs. The irises are green. Cas reappears, but he seems cold.

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The body of real things, events, and facts (ao3) (Sam grieves badly; Dean misremembers the confession)

Summary: In an attempt to tackle his own grief over losing Castiel, Sam rifles through the bunker footage to witness Cas’s last moments. The footage leaves him with more questions than answers. (The one where Dean's memory and the actual footage...don't match.) What happens next? Sam decides that therapy is stupid. The boys and Chuck track down Becky, who's changed her name and moved cross-country. She winds up shooting Sam.

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Be careful what you wish for (working title) - unwritten

Unwritten John Lives! Lebanon AU - When the pearl is crushed, John doesn't disappear, and after a few hiccups, the timeline settles into a mash-up of what it was before.

Some snippets with Claire floating around. This was the original idea. And the little start of it with the pearl is here.

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Behold the golden calf (working title) - unwritten

(Unwritten Jack crash-lands in season 1; John thinks he's Azazel)

Some brainstorms floating around. And music as a connection to Dean.

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Tagging 💕 @payphoneangel (sorry if you've already been tagged!!)

#games #mutuals #renu tag #wips #polls #every vote buys 10 minutes so this should in theory help me focus #and also...i'll try to read more about HOW to write? ugh maybe

[boykingofhellsam]

So im so excited to be close to finishing this monster of a sam/lucifer oneshot thats gonna be 15k words once finished. That id share one of my fav scenes and what essentially made me write it. Its basically a fic where sam becomes obsessed with reuniting with Lucifer after his wall falls because while in hell they became one being as Lucifer said that they are. Its below:

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To describe the wall as a barrier would be an understatement. It was a prison. Forcing his soul into cubby holes so only certain parts could poke themselves through the bars and interact with the world. It made him feel that he had escaped Lucifer's cage, but it only succeeded in putting him in another one. Instead of a cage intended for Lucifer, the wall was a cage for him, binding his soul, mind and body into a pretty little package. 

Dean had made a deal to get him out, and Death did his side of the deal, trapping Sam up until he could function. But it's becoming apparent that either Death didnt know just how badly he was broken, or he never told Dean. Because now he had his memories again. 

Every. Single. One. 

Millenia spent in the darkest, deepest pit of Hell, home to the devil himself, for almost as long as humans have existed. He recalls the unbearable heat, feeling his skin blister, boil and cook in its own pool of blood, dead skin and mucus membranes. Seeing his skin slough off in chunks, revealing black muscle underneath that was just as much burning in the fire, revealing the yellowed bone marrow underneath. Blood poured out, looking almost demonic as it steamed and evaporated in the fire. 

Then it was all over. The Heat. The pain. Gone in an instant, followed by an intense feeling of nakedness. He was floating. That's when he realised he was body-less. 

His soul was enveloped in Lucifer's cool embrace, the coldness a wave of relief, like taking a sip of a ice-cool drink on a sweltering hot summer's day. 

When the wall fell, it crumpled, and the hidden and restricted tendrils of his soul smashed through the cracks. This was freedom. His soul could spread and interact with the world. It touched, grabbed and absorbed as much information and sensation as it could.

He didnt realise how badly he was drowning until he finally got his first real breath in months. 

He sees Castiel standing there, staring at Bobby and Dean coldly, uncaring, demanding them to kneel before him. He is God, not God, and he certainly is not his God .

Bobby slowly kneels, arms raised as a means of looking non-threatening. Dean looked at Bobby and Sam, eyes saying a million things but all a disorganised mess of emotions, as he slowly kneed beside Bobby. 

Sam remained standing. He would not kneel for him. 

Castiel’s cold, uncaring eyes were staring pointedly at Sam, expecting him to follow his brother and Bobby. But he stood unwaveringly. He didnt budge from his spot. Castiels eyes squinted at him questioningly, head tilting in that bird-like way that all angels seemed to possess. Probably wondering why Sam refused to follow suit and whether it was worth smiting him for. 

“Why are you not kneeling?” Castiel demanded, taking a step forward towards Sam.

“Nonci chia ip iad ol in,” Sam stated, indignant of Castiels demands, feeling his lips curl in disgust that the angel who was once a friend would dare ask Sam to bow to him. The script of Enochian escaping from his lips. It felt strange but familiar. Nostalgic of fond memories long since past. Castiel could never come close to being anything close to a god. Only Lucifer came close enough, and He was an angel of his own. Nothing could compare; nothing could even come close to Lucifer's majesty. 

Castiel’s eyes narrowed sharply. An intense stare of suspicion and surprise was seen in his vessel's aqua pools of blue. 

“How do you know that?” Castiel asked, inching ever closer towards him. Despite the immense power emitting from the angel, he didnt feel threatened. They could hurt him, but not where it counted. His soul was already mourning. He was already grieving and suffering. Nothing Castiel could do would compare to the damage already done by Death. “How can you speak Enochian?”

“How can you call yourself a god?” Sam remarked snidely. Jabbing Castiels body with his finger. Digging his finger against Castiels skin as he emphasised each point, “ You didnt create Heaven, You didnt create humanity. You didnt create angels. You didnt create Him.”

“Sam!” Dean hissed. Glaring daggers whilst giving him his best ‘what-the-hell-are-you-doing' look. He glanced at Dean in the corner of his eyes before the harsh words Castiel stated, so matter-of-fact, reached his ears and he could not stop the snarl that escaped him. 

“Lucifer is an abomination,” Castiel scowled, judging Sam harshly. His eyes were a storm, but his voice betrayed nothing. “Be thankful I was merciful enough that I didn't send you back there.”

“If you were truly merciful,” Sam emphasises, expelling his soul into the room so that Castiel could see him. See Sam in his entirety. “You would have.”

END

- the enochian sam speaks means "you are no god of mine".

-if you have any ideas of sam being obsessive please send them id love to write some more scenes!!!

-ilp post a link of the fic once its finished.

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[vaicomcas]

Castiel's own family members he cared deeply about, were also shown to only care about the Winchesters, not about him.

--God: As I wrote in my other post Castiel's relationship with (and belief in) God was a huge cornerstone of Castiel's storyline throughout seasons 4-7 that was foundational to his character. Then when God actually showed up it was all this big heavy emotional moment for Dean and later it turned out God actually was only ever motivated by his obsession with the Winchersters, and Cas never got to respond to that fact in any way.

--Gabriel: In Season 9 Castiel was so relieved and happy when he thought Gabriel was willing to return and lead him. Castiel was moved by Gabriel's trust in him. Then it was revealed to be Metatron's illusion. When later Gabriel appeared in the storyline again, it was Sam who got to comfort him, bond with him, not Castiel who was his brother for eons, who shared his language and his history, who demonstratably loved and admired him. Castiel was only there to conveniently translate enochian and for procedural assistance. He wasn't even present in the last Gabriel-centric episode.

--Jack: despite having chosen Castiel as his father before he was born, Jack cared only about the Winchesters before or after losing his soul; telling Cas he couldn't love him and threw him to the ground, but cared so much about Dean's forgiveness he asked Dean to kill him; then after getting his soul back wept about (to Cas of course) hurting the Winchesters but no acknowledgment of having hurt Cas. (Oh and when Jack said about Lucifer "he is my father", they showed Dean and Sam looking hurt, they never even showed Cas' reaction even though he was right there. Season 13 sucks btw).

#Castiel #bitter Cas hour #justice for Castiel #things castiel was robbed of

[shallowrambles]

This Gabriel bit in 13x22 was well-written, and it's uncomfortable.

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See, objectively, we know that Lucifer was wronged by Chuck. We know this because we saw how corrupting the mark was for Cain and Dean. We also saw Chuck rationalize Lucifer's corruption as "inevitable" in order to avoid culpability.

We all have bad thoughts, and so what if Lucifer "cast a jaundiced eye"? That doesn't mean he'd have acted on it without the mark. The mark fucks with free will.

If complete obedience is an eradication of free will, so is unhinged impulsivity. It's just the *other* extreme.

(Season 10 in particular is an exploration of this other extreme.)

It fucks with our ability to govern our own personality and impulsivity. If damaged, there might be no “braking mechanism” for self-control. And that's NOT free will, though many young North Americans might fall prey to viewing it that way due to our pro-growth and obsession with unrestrained capitalism and hedonism. Too often, we mistake that for freedom.

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Chuck put the mark on Lucifer because he was "most trusted," "most beautiful," and "Good." See, Chuck allegedly thought Lucifer would be so good that he could withstand the mark. (By the way, Cas falls prey to a similar mindset with Jack: he believes in Jack's goodness to the point that it mucks with his judgment.)

But then, in 13x22 Exodus, we get this very difficult line from Gabriel:

At one point, as an adult, do you stand up and stop blaming your childhood and your family for own your bad decisions?

I feel like that's relevant for everyone in the series, especially a vehement portion that over-emphasizes John's crimes. And that's not to say that childhood circumstances and serving the cause to your own determinant (Michael's army, Lucifer's rebellion, John's revenge, Sam's revenge, Dean's revenge), don't feed into impaired coping mechanisms. It's just asking, "where do we draw the line?"

I don't have an answer. I just like it.

Gabriel is right, but he's also wrong. The truth seems somewhere in the middle.

#dean crit #sam crit #cas crit #gabriel #lucifer #john winchester #chuck's grooming #chuck #mark of cain

[antigonewinchester]

15x04 (part 2)

So then there’s the prominent Becky and Chuck sideplot. Here’s where I’m pulling my Chuck as ‘bad fan’ from, in how Becky and Chuck are contrasted. Becky, who previously represented the obsessive fan back in S5 & S7, has become a “good” fan: she has her own life, complete with husband and kids, while still also being in fandom, writing fic, and loving “Supernatural.” She can separate reality from fiction, and uses fandom as her own mode of healthy expression. In comparison to how she was portrayed before, wow is it a much nicer and fairer picture of fans & fandom!

BECKY Still what? [She hands CHUCK a drink.] CHUCK Uh, obsessed with my work. BECKY You mean my work. Look, what you were writing, it was real… like, really real. You sort of channelled Sam and Dean’s lives because you’re a prophet. CHUCK I… Yeah. Yes, I am. BECKY And, sure, I got a little obsessed, and it took me to a dark place. What I did to Sam… [shudders] So, after some pretty intensive counselling, I realized I wasn’t in love with the real Sam Winchester. I loved his character. So instead of reading your stories, I kept writing my own. CHUCK Your own… “Supernatural”? BECKY Where the guys didn’t have to hunt monsters all the time. They just sit around and do laundry and talk, you know? I mean, that’s what people like the most, anyway. CHUCK Well, I mean, people like monsters. BECKY Meh. Anyway, I got an online following, and it wasn’t paying the bills, so I started making these handcrafted miniatures. They took off, started turning a profit, and here I am. CHUCK Right. Right, right, right, right, right. But people like monsters though. They do. I mean, Leviathans are cool. What? They’re all teeth! ... BECKY B-But it’s so…dark. CHUCK But great, right? I can see it now… “Supernatural: The End”. And the cover is just a gravestone that says “Winchester”. The fans are gonna love it. Well? BECKY It’s awful! Horrible. It’s hopeless. [BECKY gets up from the chair and walks around the desk to CHUCK.] You can’t do this to the fans. What you did to Dean? What you did to Sam? CHUCK There, see? It’s making you feel something. That’s good, right? BECKY No!

Chuck, on the other hand, wants danger and tragedy and monsters who can’t be saved, writing something that’s focused solely on Sam & Dean (leaving out Cas explicitly, implicitly the other characters) out of it, what’s implied to be some horrible ending for both Sam & Dean that leaves Becky aghast. And then Chuck snaps away Becky’s husband and kids, and then Becky herself, in a move that mirrors the ending climax of the show, where Chuck snaps away all the universe except for Sam, Dean & Jack. (Plus the whole Michael & Lucifer bit.) Plus, Chuck wanting “his” story to end in conflict between Sam & Dean, and implied w/ Dean killing Sam, is how the end of 15x17 could’ve shaken out in Dean pulling a gun on Sam before Sam is able to talk him back to reality. (And yes, I will have more thoughts on 15x17 when I get there.)

DEAN Yeah. Yeah, we would. Look, man, I get it. I get it. We have lost way, way too much. And it’s hard not to feel like just… cashing out. I felt like that. After Chuck, back at the crypt. But you know what brought me back? You did. By sayin’ that what we do still matters. I mean, that’s why I wanted to drag us out here. That’s why I wanted to… to work a case, to save lives, you know? ‘Cause it is… it’s a… it’s crap job. We do the ugly thing so that people can live happy. SAM Yeah. Yeah. Lucky them. DEAN Yeah, lucky them. But it doesn’t change a thing. You know what I mean? We still do the job. But we don’t do it for us. We do it for Jack, for mom, for Rowena. We owe it to anybody who has ever given a damn about us to keep putting one foot in front of the other. No matter what. And hey, man, like you said, now that Chuck’s gone, we’re finally on our own. We are finally free to… move on, you know? SAM I don’t know. Uh… I-I don’t know if I can move on. You know, I-I-I… I can’t forget about any of them. Dean, I still think about Jessica. I… I can’t just let that go. DEAN No, man, that’s not what I’m talking about. SAM I know, I know, I know. I’m sorry. I know. But… but what I’m saying is that I don’t feel free. What we’ve done, what we’ve lost, right now, that is what I’m feeling, and… and sometimes it’s… it’s like I-I-I can’t even breathe. But maybe tomorrow. You know, maybe I’ll… I’ll feel better in the morning. DEAN And what if you don’t? SAM I don’t know.

This final convo between Sam and Dean, then, feels like foreshadowing for how Sam is still able ‘carry on’ after Dean’s death in 15x20, as horrible as that loss is, before he’s reunited with him in Heaven, in contrast to how discouraged and distraught here in 15x04. And then how the ending in Heaven contrasts w/ Chuck’s sole focus on Sam & Dean, although obvs covid screwed things up a bit. The ending where Sam & Dean actually reunited w/ all their friends in Heaven is implied rather than explicitly shown in the finale we got, but the spirit of it is still there, even if there’s still the focus on Sam & Dean reuniting. Bobby’s there with Dean, he literally mentions Cas (w/ the implication that Jack rescued Cas from the Empty & they remade Heaven together), and the idea that Heaven is not longer closed off rooms of memories but everyone interacted with each other together. Everyone’s regained and reunited with the loved ones they’ve lost, even if they had to still face that loss & suffering on earth.

#spn rewatch #chuck #season 15 #i may not like the heaven ending but i do want to at least try to take it in good faith #just because i've seen a lot of analysis of this final season that seems... off to me. tbh.

[shallowstories]

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What I like / write: I'm pro-Dean and Cas, I love Mary, I adore Jack, and my personality is a glorious merge of Sam, Donatello, and Metatron (thoughts and prayers appreciated).

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Specific stories:

==TIMEY WIMEY STUFF==

Feelings of excitement and infatuation (Ao3) - old Tumblr remnants here - Jack-centric, religious horror, Dean/Castiel, Jack & Sam & Dean & Cas & Mary, light Jack/Harper(?) - After the events of Byzantium (14x08), Jack seeks out Harper Sayles (14x06) to gather intel about necromancy and divination to find a way to save the angel Castiel from his fatal deal with The Empty. Unfortunately, the extended Sayles family is a giant nexus of power, and Jack finds himself lured into a plot to harness the power of The Empty to rip into the very fabric of the future.

==HIGH BIBLICAL FANTASY==

For your crimes against the most high (Ao3) - Dean/Castiel, Chuck's sexual fixations, Adam & Michael (with some implications), Jack & Lucifer & Michael, Jack & Sam & Dean - Chuck ramps up his existential torture by taunting Dean about Castiel's role in the story, and Sam realizes that Chuck’s focus on familial sacrifice is more than an obsession—it’s where he gets his power. (The one where Chuck insists Cas was just a self-insert. Team Free Will resists.) Warnings: desecration of religion, iconoclasm, Judeo-Christian polytheism, temporary character deaths, graphic sex, detailed violence

==GRIEVING & OTHER COMPLEX FAMILY TOPICS==

The body of real things, events, and facts (Ao3) - Grieving fic, Dean/Castiel, Sam & Cas, Dean & Sam - In an attempt to tackle his own grief over losing Castiel, Sam rifles through the bunker footage to witness Cas’s last moments. The footage leaves him with more questions than answers. (The one where Dean's memory and the actual footage...don't match.) Warnings: Post-finale continuation, temporary character deaths, alcohol, and Chuck is a dick

Something alien and terrible (Ao3) - Grieving fic, Dean/(Castiel), Dean & Donna - Dean has a panic attack at Donna’s while watching a midnight movie. Warnings: Major character death (Cas), grieving, media triggers (The Last of the Mohicans), suicide in media (The Last of the Mohicans)

It's a free bunker (Ao3) - Sam POV - Dean/Castiel - Drabble snapshots from the Bunker from Season 9 onward, exploring the meaning of home & family. Warnings: Wally

I'm just not a Cosmopolitan gal (Ao3) - Dean/Castiel, Dean & Mary & Jack - After the brutal slaughter of the Apocalypse World hunters, Dean's doing everything he can to maintain a sense of normalcy around the bunker. Mary shows up to help. There's grocery shopping, mother-son passive-aggressiveness, and a pansy-ass Cosmopolitan magazine that Dean definitely isn't going to take relationship advice from.

==FLUFFY TFW==

Rain falling on a tent (Ao3) - Family fluff, Dean/Castiel, Jack & Sam & Dean & Cas - After a hunt, Team Free Will 2.0 takes shelter in a (temporarily) abandoned campsite.

One good dance move (Ao3) - Family fluff, Dean/Castiel, strong!Cas, light AU Bobby/Mary - Post-Apocalypse World rescue, on a rare quiet evening, Jack and Dean try out some moves from Dirty Dancing and Grease.

At the edge of routine (Ao3) - Family fluff, Dean/Castiel - Team Free Will 2.0 fall into grocery squabbling routines, and Cas starts bringing home gifts every time he gets home from a case.

==INDULGENT DEAN/CAS==

Danger: Escalating fantasy (Ao3) - Indulgent fluff, slightly bittersweet, Dean/Castiel - Giddy about the possibility of retirement, Dean decides to sneak out for a three-hour road trip to his favorite parts of Lawrence. When Cas comes along for the ride, they go embarrassingly overboard shopping for beach supplies.

==HOLIDAY==

The twelve days' game (Ao3) - Christmas-centric, bittersweet fluff, Dean/Castiel, Jack & Sam & Dean & Cas - On the first day of December, Dean finds a postcard of a partridge in friggin’ pear tree taped to the screen of his laptop. There’s no note—no writing. It’s just there. Warnings: Mentions of Michael possession trauma, attempted smiting, and a guest appearance by Arthur Ketch

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[wickedanddeadly]

Sam Winchester's Bio

" You want to know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let you down. I can’t do that again. "

Sam is usually kind, empathetic, intelligent, and independent. He is often the exasperated voice of reason in his relationship with Dean, who in turn sees him as a geek or prude, and teasingly calls him "Bitch," to which Sam usually responds with "Jerk." He doesn’t drink alcohol as much as Dean does and has a much healthier diet than his brother. Sam also has a phobia of clowns, due to his brother often leaving him at Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie when they were children. This is not helped by the fact that every time they have encountered a clown, it has tried to kill them.

Because of his intelligence, Sam is usually assigned the role of researching information for hunts - he is the "brain," whilst Dean is the "muscle." He normally remembers details that Dean overlooks and is prone to make connections quicker than his brother. He also knows a great deal of information that causes Dean to label him a "walking encyclopedia of weirdness." In college, Sam scored a 174 out of 180 on his LSAT. Sam has looked up to Dean since they were children and knows him better than anyone else. He tries to get Dean to open up about his emotions and problems, encouraging him to take care of himself - on several occasions, he has even been frustrated by his brother's fixation on placing Sam's well-being above his own. However, Sam shows similar protective tendencies towards Dean, particularly after Dean makes his deal and returns from Hell as a shadow of who he used to be, to the point that Sam's memories of Dean allowed him to regain control of his body while possessed by Lucifer. Sam tends to be driven by feelings of anger and vengeance.

As a teenager and even as a young man, he argued with his father constantly whenever they were together. Sam wanted to live a normal "apple pie" life instead of continuing to hunt, which led to most of his arguments with John and his estrangement from his family. However, Dean once stated that despite his own best efforts to be like John - liking the same music, clothes, and cars - being the good son, the soldier, and the Hunter - Sam always has been and always will be more like John than he is. Sam and John clash and argue so much because they are so similar. Sam does not take this as a compliment, and it is clear that while Dean truly idolized his father, both boys are not always overly fond of their father due to his secrets, mysterious actions, and his strict treatment and upbringing of his sons.

After Jessica's death, Sam became fixated on vengeance but still held out hope for eventually returning to Stanford. Sam was more focused on finding Jessica's killer than he was on following John's instructions on which hunts to take, something that often put him at odds with Dean. He was obsessed with revenge and was even willing to sacrifice his life to kill Azazel, although he ultimately proved that he valued Dean's life over the demon's death.

After John's death, Sam focused all his attention on hunting instead of returning to a normal life. He felt guilt for angrily confronting his father in his final moments and for not realizing that he had been planning on sacrificing himself. Sam put all his energy into doing what he thought John would want him to and kept trying to get Dean to deal with their father's death in a healthy way. After the reveal of John's ultimatum to Dean and the discovery of the other "special children," Sam became terrified that he would somehow turn evil. He made Dean promise to kill him if anything were to happen. Sam was killed (metaphorically and literally stabbed in the back) because he refused to murder another human being, but when Dean brought him back to life by selling his soul, Sam killed his murderer without hesitation. Azazel implied to Dean that since he was resurrected by a demon deal, he may not truly be "100 percent pure Sam," which Dean would also come to question himself when Sam killed Casey when Dean told him to stop, as he wanted her alive. After finding out Dean had made the demon deal, Sam declared that he would save his brother no matter what.

Following Dean's death and condemnation to Hell, Sam became so fixated on avenging his brother and killing Lilith that he almost turned himself into a monster. Due to his grief at Dean's death, the demon Ruby was able to manipulate Sam into a sexual relationship and convinced him to start drinking demon blood, claiming it was the only way he would be able to avenge his brother. Sam drank so much that he became an addict. Even after Dean returned, Sam was unwilling to let the desire for vengeance go and he continued the affair in secret. Sam was repeatedly warned by Dean that he was making mistakes, but he disregarded their advice, believing that he was the only one who could stop Lilith from releasing Lucifer.

Sam felt extremely guilty over his role in freeing and spent a large portion of his time trying to make amends. He also took responsibility in his part of starting the apocalypse. Sam confessed that he always felt angry and he didn't know why - as well as the fact that he tended to blame other people for his anger , instead of accepting it as a personal flaw. Sam's desire to set things right finally culminated in him sacrificing himself to save the rest of the world, throwing himself into the Cage with Lucifer and Michael in order to protect his brother. It was thought that Sam would be trapped in the Cage forever, but Sam didn’t remain in the Cage for long before he was pulled out by and Angel and placed back on earth, alive… but without his soul.

Sam reveals himself to Dean, and they begin hunting again. However, Sam's behavior markedly deviated from what was typical for him - he leaves Dean to live with the Braeden’s while he hunts with Samuel Campbell for a year, letting Dean think he's still in Hell, spends the night with a prostitute, and most peculiarly, lets Dean get turned into a vampire to find a nest. Even his overall demeanor is different, being much calmer and more collected than before, even when greeting Dean after being separated for a year, he did so as if he just saw his brother the previous day. This leads Dean to momentarily believe Sam was still possessed by Lucifer. It’s then found out that whilst Sam’s body and mind are not in the Cage, his soul is. During the time that Sam was soulless he lacked empathy and behaved like a sociopath. Without any emotions or sense of morality, he was often willing to overlook the deaths of civilians as collateral damage, such as urging Dean to snipe the Skinwalker pack leader despite there being innocent people in the way and killing all the Arachne victims with the rationale that it would take too long to get them to hospital, which was an extreme departure from Sam's normal desire to help people and protect the innocent. He was also much ruder and snarkier than. He was reckless and impulsive, and in turn being more seductive than before, sleeping with a lot more women than he typically would, as well as being more aggressive, killing a demon aiding them solely on suspicion of his possible betrayal and beating Sheriff Atkins upon being caught out for impersonating FBI. Sam also felt nothing for any of his loved ones, telling Dean point blank that he didn't care about him, he even tried to murder Bobby in an attempt to prevent his soul from being returned to his body. After his soul was reunited with him, Sam again felt great remorse for his actions and spent the rest of the time struggling to make up for what his soulless self-had done.

Sam decides to pray to God for guidance. When struck by visions of the Cage and of his dead father Sam becomes heavily determined to seek Lucifer out, against Dean's better judgment. He even goes to Hell without waiting for Dean to join him. Sam briefly expresses horror when Lucifer reveals that he was the origin of the visions, not God. Lucifer goes so far to point out that from the time they fought at Stull Cemetery, Sam has grown increasingly weak, citing his decision not to seek Dean out when the latter was trapped in Purgatory. Lucifer reveals that Sam's guilt over abandoning Dean in Purgatory for a regular life with Amelia Richardson has filled Sam with such guilt that he can't bring himself to lose Dean again which is why he allowed Dean to talk him out of "boarding up Hell." Sam later admits to Dean that he agrees how he should have searched for him and is surprised to learn that Dean has long ago forgiven him for his actions.

Sam is unable to brush aside Lucifer's various lies and not say "yes." Sam’s guilt over him constantly disappointing his brother was eating him alive him the inside out. He couldn’t live with the thought that his stupid actions and mistakes were going to end up getting Dean killed that he could no longer live with himself. No matter how much shit he got himself into Dean was always there to pull him out of it and that was the very thing that was going to get Dean killed – cleaning up after Sam’s messes. Behind Dean’s back Sam went back to the Cage and struck a deal with Lucifer. Sam agreed to say yes and let Lucifer jump back a board as long as he promised Dean’s safety – that Dean would be able to go on and live a normal life without the worry of his little brother getting him killed and Lucifer happily agreed because once again freed from his cage.

As of December 2021: Sam has fallen back to his demon blood drinking ways, but tries to keep it underwraps from everyone, while trying to balance a "normal" life for himself and his loved ones. He's also cut loose and indulged in more dangerous types of activites due to hanging out with the Lost Boys.

Powers and Abilities

Master Hunting Skills Master Hand-to-Hand Combatant Master Marksman Master Swordsman High Level Intelligence Intimidation Leadership Qualities Multilingualism High Pain Tolerance Exorcism Archangel Containment Top Physical Conditioning Weaknesses

Teleportation Mortality Magic Basic stats

Height: 6'5" Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Hazel Relations

Marie Morningstar-Winchester ( Wife ) Luke Mendoza ( Stepson ) Zoe Bryce ( Sister In Law ) Tatum Bryce ( Niece ) Leon Hawthorne ( Future Nephew In Law / Hunting Partner) Zoey Dolan ( Sister In Law ) Colin Mason Bryce ( Brother In Law ) Sonya Alexander Logan ( Mother In Law ) Gunner Logan ( Father In Law ) Judas Logan ( Brother In Law) Drake Alexander ( Grandfather ) Dean Winchester ( Brother ) Face Claim: Jared Padalecki

#✷✷Bio✷✷[Sam]✷✷ #✷✷Bios✷✷

[glygriffe]

Dead-end job: A rock and a hard place

Characters - Billie (Reaper), Death, Lucifer

Summary - Behind the scene of 5 x 15 Dead men don't wear plaid: Death and his right-hand reaper, Billie, negotiate the rising of the deads in Sioux Falls.

Word Count - 3 236

Warnings - None really, zombies mentioned

A note - Most recent installation in my Dead-end job Series (the working relationship of Death and Billie thru Supernatural) on AO3.

Chapter 1: Lucifer's Plan

« I think I've come up with a great plan to help Sam say yes », said Lucifer.

« I thought you were already certain he would say yes. »

Death raised an eyebrow making the statement. He didn't want to show his exasperation at the bratty child of God's antics; the eyebrow was a compromise to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

« Yes, yes, but I want to speed things a bit », answered Lucifer, making a swirling gesture with his indexes. Then, with a swiping movement up and down his vessel's body: « Good ol' Nick here is like a suit that is too tight. I'm eager to get my true vessel as fast as possible. »

Death took in the skin problems that Lucifer's vessel was exhibiting. He knew that the archangel drank the blood of, on average, 10 demons a week to keep his vessel (barely) strong enough to contain his essence. That was not that much, considering he had access to Hell. But, maybe Hell was not as well stocked in demons as the horseman thought.

It usually took a hundred years of torture, more or less, to twist a soul into black smoke in Hell. Princes and knights of that particular kingdom were sometimes speeding up the process by putting the soul in limbo, where time moved differently, and assigning their best men on a case, like it happened with the soul of one Dean Winchester, not so long ago. If the state of Lucifer's vessel was any indication, the limbo-torture fast track was not fast enough.

Judging by the poor condition of the cavern they were using to have their meeting, maybe the death of the demon Azazel had left Hell in disarray when Lucifer had finally broken out of his cage. Maybe too many demons escaped top-side when the Devil's gates opened in Wyoming. Maybe Lucifer was killing too many of his minions just for fun. Or to bind me to him, forcing me rise to this plane of existence and to walk the earth, thought the horseman, somewhat bitterly.

« Why are you telling me about Sam Winchester? Don't you have a plethora of demons and other worshipers to act as sounding boards? »

Lucifer's eyes went deadly and he tugged violently at the bounding spell, making Death lose his balance. Apparently, his exasperation was showing more than he thought, after all, and the fallen archangel was not please. To make matters worse, he could almost feel Billie harrumphed, just out of sight, which it did not help him keep his aloofness or his dignity.

Thankfully for the horseman ego, Lucifer's attention-span was short; he let go of his traction on Death's leash, and was already rubbing his hands together and pacing back and forth as he thought of the next step in his scheme.

« Since it would be much easier to get Sam to see my point if his support system was weaker – Ruby could attest to the veracity of that if she was still alive –, I think I'll send you to Sioux Fall to kill that salty crippled old hunter. I'm told that without their father figure, the boys could be at each other's throat, as they were under Ruby's influence. Maybe you could maim Michael's vessel while you're at it. Two birds, one rock kind of deal. »

Death stared at the fallen archangel. Maiming a vessel was not against his Prime directive of maintaining cosmic balance, even if he didn't like to intervene in that way. But he found the Winchester brothers fascinating, notwithstanding God's almost obsessive interest in them. Watching them more closely since the rise of Lucifer in Ilchester, Maryland, he could almost understand the divine obsession with them and he wasn't thrill at the idea of desecrated one of them. Not to mention the fact that it was repulsive to stoop to brutalizing a human to begin with.

A few moments passed in complete silence, during which Lucifer seemed to lose some of his composure.

In the shadows, Billie could feel Lucifer's uneasiness and the horseman contempt filling the space between them. She found a good amount of pleasure at seeing the Archangel backtrack a little.

« Nah. You're right. It would be more fun to beat Michael in the Apocalypse if he is at full power. Forget the Dean thing. Getting Bobby Singer out of the picture will be enough. »

She could almost see the snake squirming to emerge from the fallen archangel and rig the game in his favor, even as his words claimed otherwise. She also could feel quite distinctly that her boss wanted nothing to do with the part of the plan about Bobby Singer, either.

He did not say it out loud, though; he was taciturn by nature and the reaper thought he would do a lot to avoid having to plea with the Devil. That would be demeaning, for sure.

She still could not believe Death had not been able prevent the bounding spell. Even she had seen it coming for a long time before it happened. Wasn't he a cosmic entity as old as God himself? Now, he didn't have much choice in the matter. He was Lucifer's servant, to put it bluntly. Billie would never had let that happen to her, if she had his powers and standing.

Not that Billie herself had any standing, in the grand scheme of things. But she had a little freedom and she wanted to use it to keep the balance in the universe, as Death did. She chose to be here, to assist her boss if he needed anything. She didn't have to be in Lucifer's presence; not like Death had to be while the Light Bringer kept him on such a short leash, literally. But it was interesting to observe him while keeping out of sight. A reaper with ambition, as she was, could learn a lot in the presence of archangels. And Lucifer was the only one she had access to.

Billie receded even more in the shadows to observe, cloaking her presence behind the powerful aura of the Pale horseman. The archangel was not paying any attention to her. His mind had already changed track, his body pacing again the rocky floor, unease completely forgotten.

« I want you to show some showmanship while getting rid of Signer. I'm bored. I need entertainment. Kill the whole town for some flair. You can sort of replicate what I did in Carthage; I won't slap you with copyrights », he added with a smile. He even winked at Death while saying this, and both the horseman and the reaper recoiled a little, involuntarily.

« And make sure to kill Singer in front of Sam, for more pathos; it is the details that reveal a job well done. »

The reaper listened to her boss remind the archangel about the natural order of things that needs to be preserved in the way souls depart this Earth, even in the mist of an Apocalypse. She smiled; he was doing a good job of getting out of the task without outright refusing it. It was easy to tell he was successful by the way Lucifer paced the floor in a different rhythm, looking more and more like a spoiled child about to throw a tantrum. She admired Death's persuasion skills and strict values at that moment.

« Then what CAN you do? », roared the archangel, his modicum amount of patience down right exhausted. « I thought you were the most powerful horseman, but maybe I should send for Pestilence instead; he seems to have a better understanding of my needs. »

Hearing such a lack of respect made Billie's blood boil, even if she doesn't have technically a body here. She calmed herself down when she realized that Lucifer might discover her if she let her emotions get the better of her, and THAT would not be a great thing for her.

After a couple of minutes of looking around the cavern as if he missed something (Billie's presence, in that case), Lucifer stopped fidgeting around and slapped his hand merrily on his thigh. Billie almost got whiplash from the fast change in his humor. « Oh! I know: you will rise the undead! That is the perfect apocalypse scenario, and since we are talking bodies, not ensouled people, there won't be any of that 'souls leaving in the natural order' nonsense. »

« Very well », conceded Death after a beat. He could feel Billie shake her head, but she didn't understand that this new scenario was a small victory.

Since Death took an interest in the Winchester brothers, he knew that when they fought monsters, they won more often then they lose. In this new zombie scenario, Bobby Singer would have a better chance to live until the moment the Fates have chosen to cut his thread. And Death was fairly sure he could get one of the zombies to give a message to Bobby that may thwart the plan of the impudent that enslaved him. Or he could even go himself (and grab some chislic while in South Dakota). The message should by cryptic, though, to avoid drawing Lucifer's attention unnecessary on his intervention.

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Later, when made aware of the plan, Billie mumbled under her breath that he should not intervene at all: « The natural order should not be tampered with, you taught me that. But if you are forced to do so, do it as little as possible. And that means no message that could influence a life or death situation in one way or the other. The zombie mess will be bad enough. »

Death refrained from rolling his eyes again. Sometimes, Billie could be as tiresome as Lucifer.

Chapter 2

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