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mittensmorgul · 1 year

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okay, i think at least one of my thoughts on this episode is beginning to congeal into something... Gabriel

and I’m gonna call him Gabriel for the sake of expediency, because I do think that’s who it is. let me explain.

first off, they name checked Tall Tales in a bit of throwaway dialogue. but I heard it. (i’ll rewatch tomorrow when it’s on the cw app and get the exact quote, but it was just weird enough as dialogue that it felt deliberately inserted there)

then there’s what we DO know about Gabriel’s timeline, mostly from things he himself said in canon. in 5.08:

You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again.

I always believed he was referencing the ORIGINAL fight between Michael and Lucifer here, when Luci ended up crammed in the cage. That’s what he ran from. At the beginning of Humanity on Earth. And he’d been playing Loki for... look let’s call it at least thousands of years. And Loki? in 13.20:

GABRIEL: Oh, well… We were. A few thousand epochs ago, I was out for a hike in the fjords. Came across Loki bound in a cave, snake dripping venom into his eye. Ugh. Apparently, he had some spat with his pops. Anyhoo, I freed him. Saved his life. Then my real brothers started going at it. I wanted out. Loki owed me one, so… he helped me ditch Gabriel and become him. DEAN: So then you took on his whole… trickster vibe. SAM: What did Loki do while you were impersonating him? GABRIEL: Oh. Well, he had his own family drama to worry about. It was in his best interest to go off the grid for a while. DEAN: But you saw him in Monte Carlo. GABRIEL: Well, I needed someplace to hide. He'd already helped me the once.

So both of them were out and about. even if they were both staying off grid as it were. And I always assumed that Loki only came back out after he heard of Gabriel’s “outing” and “death”-- and Odin’s actual death-- in 5.19.

But circling back around to the Tall Tales reference... it took me a while to see how it could be Gabriel. He had two modes: hoist the deserving upon their own petard, and teach people he actually finds interesting lessons they need to learn. And weirdly... this turned out to be the latter. And it feels even more like an Important Lesson that needed to be learned with Chuck literally sitting in the backup band. Even if that was just supposed to be some random musical group, you know? In a meta way, that’s still Chuck.

(and the role even fit’s Chuck’s known history, thanks Robbie... playing all sorts of music clubs, just having relationships, etc., but that’s all really beside the point to this)

Gabriel... was playing pretty much the same game he did on Sam and Dean way back in 2.15. Like... exactly the game he’s always played on them right up until they finally caught him in 5.08.

Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always.

And that feels like the EXACT reason he would’ve taken an interest in Sam and Dean’s parents, too.

But also in all the episodes of spn that dealt with Trickster lore, and actual Loki lore, there was never a mention of a mirror. Or of being able to kill any of them with a shiny blade covered in blood and whatever spell they did. It was always a special stake. And Gabriel actually did eventually kill Loki... with a special wooden sword. Not a shiny blade.

So, why the deviation in lore? I know we’ve been asking this throughout The Winchesters, but this feels really important here, as well as having a potential explanation immediately to hand: that Gabriel set up all of it. He just wanted to play up close and personal with the Winchesters, maybe pass off a little lesson if he could. But also, regardless, it’s another nod to an angel in the series, and those are really beginning to pile up without actually showing us a real angel. And I’m entirely bemused by that on its own.

#the winchesters #spnwin s1 spoilers #spnwin 1.08 #gabriel

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strideofpride · 10 months

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On that note, can you imagine how INSANE the media circus would be if it did come out publicly that Chuck and Blair illegally backdated their marriage certificate and the case against them was actually re-opened? Especially in 2023, at a time when anti-billionaire “eat the rich” sentiment has become very mainstream, and true crime is one of the most popular and profitable genres of entertainment?

Like, the events of season six happen so fast that we don’t really get to appreciate just how wild they are from the outside looking in. Imagine if Michael Bloomberg or pre-presidency Donald Trump died in a car crash, and their then-teenage progeny took over their real estate empires. Everyone just gets used to the idea of a little boy real estate mogul, I guess, and a few years pass, and then - surprise! They were faking their death all along!! Yes there was a funeral, yes they were legally declared dead, but who cares! They’re back baby, and ready to go back to being the same shitbags they were before!

Except, a mere handful of months later, they’re dead again - this time having gone careening off the side of one of their company’s most famous buildings (imagine if Donald Trump died falling off of Trump Tower lmaoooo). Did they fake it again? Was it foul play? By the time rumors start to swirl of the alleged involvement of their recently deposed nepotism baby, the cops close the case and rule it an accident. Their heir, still barely an adult, retakes the reigns of leadership - newly married, a detail no one realizes is suspicious because they likely have no idea that the spouse was at the scene of the crime.

Years pass. YouTubers and online conspiracy theorists periodically bring up the case, but the public at large once again more or less accepts the public narrative. Another piece of shit real-estate mogul gets elected president, and the attitude of the general public towards the uber wealthy turns increasingly hostile. Then there’s 2020, and 2021, and 2022, and- And then. “Billionaire boy and family linked to father’s mysterious death after discovery of faked marriage license”.

Even though we, the audience, knows Chuck didn’t actually kill his father, do you think in a world where this was an actual case involving actual public figures anyone would believe that? The coverup is so ridiculously suspicious that the general public almost definitely assumes they really did do the crime.

And consider the players in this case - a terrible billionaire who died a deliciously ironic death, his somehow worse son who in a post-#MeToo world is already a PR nightmare waiting to happen, and the ex-princess of Monaco (?!) who just so happens to already be tabloid fodder. If they get especially unlucky, Dan (a pretty famous novelist, at least according to the reboot), Serena (a 2000s era “it girl” and semi-celebrity), and Nate (an ex-NYC mayoral candidate, media mogul, and in universe Kennedy equivalent) might just find themselves implicated too - or at least forced to testify - given they were at the very much in public wedding where any rando could have snapped a picture.

There is just soooo much fucked up entertainment value in a case like this I can’t imagine it being anything less than a public fucking spectacle, and not the kind Chuck or Blair could just shake off. I genuinely do not know how they could absolve themselves in the court of public opinion if it actually went to trial, even if they managed to prevail legally.

Oh my god. Okay well, first of all, I really want the fake Serial podcast that unpacks all of this lol. Someone should make that lmao.

"little boy real estate mogul" took me out lololololol

also like...faking your death is a crime right??? how was Bart just able to re-enter society so easily??? did they ever say???

i'd also like to point out that it's actually much vaguer whether or not Chuck killed his father. They cut away during their fight and then next thing you see is Bart hanging onto the edge. Chuck himself says that he isn't sure whether or not he pushed him or Bart fell over. but also Chuck and Blair both just stood there and did nothing to help Bart before he fell, which is involuntary manslaughter I believe

But seriously though, you're so right anon that all of this was made for true crime. In 2030, someone makes a "Jinx" style doc about Chuck I bet

#anti chair #gossip girl #anti chuck bass #anti blair waldorf #anti bart bass #gg meta #anonymous #strideofprideanswers

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igotopinions · 4 months

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Books I Read in 2023

* = Re-read

Check out past years: 2012, 2013 (skipped), 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, and 2022. Follow me on Goodreads to get these reviews as they happen. 1) A Book of Blades: Rogues in the House Presents edited by L.D. Whitney This book, assembled by the great guys behind the premier podcast in the genre, is an excellent way to sample a breadth of contemporary Sword & Sorcery fiction! My favorite story was "The Blood of Old Shard" by John R. Fultz, with Scott Oden and Howard Andrew Jones' tales close behind, and there were no duds in the mix. "The Blood..." really surprised me with a heart and inventiveness which the opening doesn't give away yet, you realize upon finishing, deftly sets up. 2) Fires of Azeroth by C.J. Cherryh Left my big ol’ spoiler-laden review on Goodreads for ya. 3) Black Paper: Writing in a Dark Time by Teju Cole 4) The Citadel of Forgotten Myths by Michael Moorcock *5) Neuromancer by William Gibson 6) The Expert System's Brother by Adrian Tchaikovsky 7) The Expert System’s Champion by Adrian Tchaikovsky I confess I finished the first book in this series having enjoyed myself, but wondering if I'd remember what I'd read a year from now. I don't have that concern with its follow-up. Tchaikovsky has enriched the world he set up in the first installment quite nicely, and I hope I get to explore it further in a third. 8) Old Moon Quarterly: Issue 3 9) Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner 10) The Gurkha and the Lord of Tuesday by Saad Z. Hossain 11) The Dreamthief's Daughter: A Tale of the Albino by Michael Moorcock 12) Cinema Speculation by Quentin Tarantino Do you think you’d enjoy hearing Tarantino discuss mainly his childhood and adolescence re: movies that meant a lot to him during that period? Congrats, this is extremely that. It could not be more that. 13) The Shadow of the Torturer by Gene Wolfe 14) Consider This: Moments in My Writing Life After Which Everything Was Different by Chuck Palahniuk Roughly 70/30 instructional / biographical. Has a lot of good advice, focusing on a more literary mode than classic genre stylings, all in a voice and coming from a place any Palahniuk fan will be familiar with (I would have been stunned NOT to find something like the "Voice of Authority" snippet in a writing book by Palahniuk). Entertaining and providing what mostly felt like useful, actionable advice, I'd say it can be handy for writers who aren't knowledgeable of the author's works, but knowing at least a couple of his books can help contextualize his advice so you can determine which parts are right for you or not. 15) Death Angel's Shadow by Karl Edward Wagner 16) Night Winds by Karl Edward Wagner 17) Wyngraf Issue #1 Edited by Nathaniel Webb 18) Rakefire and Other Stories by Jason Ray Carney 19) The White Lion by Scott Oden 20) Werner's Nomenclature of Colours: Adapted to Zoology, Botany, Chemistry, Mineralogy, Anatomy, and the Arts by Patrick Syme, Abraham Gottlob Werner (Illustrator) 21) Tehanu by Ursula K. Le Guin 22) Lord of a Shattered Land by Howard Andrew Jones *23) Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer 24) Authority by Jeff VanderMeer 25) Acceptance by Jeff VanderMeer *26) The Sailor on the Seas of Fate by Michael Moorcock 27) Kundo Wakes Up by Saad Z. Hossain 28) Swords in the Shadows, Edited by Cullen Bunn 29) The Lies of the Ajungo by Moses Ose Utomi 30) Doppelganger: A Trip into the Mirror World by Naomi Klein 31) The Encyclopedia of Amazons: Women Warriors from Antiquity to the Modern Era by Jessica Amanda Salmonson 32) New Edge Sword & Sorcery #1, Edited by Oliver Brackenbury 33) New Edge Sword & Sorcery #2, Edited by Oliver Brackenbury 34) A Book of Blades: Volume II: Rogues in the House Podcast Presents, Edited by L.D. Whitney 35) Old Moon Quarterly: Issue 4, Spring 2023: A Magazine of Dark Fantasy and Sword and Sorcery, Edited by OMQ 36) The Wingspan of Severed Hands by Joe Koch 37) The Sword of Rhiannon by Leigh Brackett 38) Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle 39) Old Moon Quarterly: Issue 5, Edited by OMQ STATS Non-Fiction: 6 Fiction: 33 Poetry Collections: 0 Comic Trades: 0 Wrote Myself: 2

#birty #writeblr

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destieltrash420 · 2 years

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SPN Season 16 brainrot!!!

I saw a video on how j2 were talking about a season 16. Now, this isn’t confirmed or anything, but I was just overthinking the entire idea of a new season and many of the plot holes that would follow, and so now I’m simply writing some of them down, so yeah. (p.s sry about grammar)

1. Mentions of “one final case” and going back to earth, but then again - earth must be in year 2050-60 something, since Sam grew old. So, if the boys were to go back down to earth they would be in a completely different time, and how the hell would that look and work?? Are they gonna be hanging out with Dean Jr.? Are all of the people that they knew gonna be dead? Will the wayward sisters be in their 50/60′s?? the fuck??

2. Personally, i am a destiel kinda gal soooo, I would be very concerned as to how the husbands are gonna be around eachother. Like?? Are they gonna completely ignore it or just brush it off like it was no biggie, because that would call for a fucking jail sentence in my book. If they have the opportunity to do progressive and flourishing (and i bet they could have that opportunity), then I totally think that they should explore that deeper ;) COUGH COUGH (sry)

3. Also, what would the major consequence be to their hunt or case, whatever this case may be about, what is the urgency? What is the problem? they have THE GOD on their team. Hell, god is their fucking child. I bet that Jack could fix literally any issue by smiling, like come on dude. They seem like they are pretty overpowered.

+ They can’t really die from this hunt because they’re already dead, and if they do - they know where they are going, so what is the dramatic factor there??

I also have my own take on a possible route that the possible or not possible season could take, that might just make a little more sense? I think.

I’m thinking that maybe it would be more fitting for the show to focus on another realm, since they explored that for a while before the finale.

So, perhaps focusing on something that has to do with Hell, Purgatory, Heaven’s renovations, Apocalypse world, ENDVERSE??? or a different reality that was left to rot by Chuck. There must be thousands of those that they could help Jack rebuild or something.

But they could also shine a light on The Empty and how The Empty had to succumb to Jack’s control over everything, and how Cas was yanked from that hole no questions asked. They could bring up how Death is able to kill or rather reap God, so, Billie would possibly be strong enough to reap Jack if the opportunity came up. And now, what if Billie was still alive in the empty realm and hungry for revenge? Imagine if Billie and The Empty got together to form a plan to consume all of reality, and since the boys have been breaking a lot of the cosmic rules - how are they not to do so as well?

Imagine The Empty waking up all of the angel and demons, or maybe just certain ones that can help them in their plan - Lucifer, Michael, Crowley, Abbadon - all of the most powerfull of the archangels and knights of hell and demons. And then The Empty corrupts them to follow their orders or promises them freedom if they comply to their orders?

Now, I know that The Empty likes sleep and needs sleep, and that Billie doesn’t want to disrupt the cosmic balance but rather just have control over the entirety of it. And also execute all of the people that slipped past the hands of death.

Maybe I’m completely out of line here, and maybe I’m not.. Anyway, thanks for reading and feel free to add you own ideas or worries about the future of spn:))

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tallmantall · 1 year

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#JamesDonaldson On #MentalHealth - '#Suicide By #Cop' Incidents Demonstrate A Need For #MentalHealth Training

- Nick Hytrek - Sioux City Journal, Iowa (TNS) Photo by Daria Sannikova on Pexels.com SERGEANT BLUFF — Before the day her son Michael died, Carol Meredith had never heard the term "#suicide by #cop," much less knew what it meant. Unfortunately, she would learn first-hand its meaning. Hours after Michael Meredith told her he'd do something to make an #officer shoot him if she tried to have him taken against his will for a #mentalhealth assessment, he rushed a Woodbury County Sheriff's deputy with a tire iron, forcing the deputy to grab his service weapon and fire two shots, one of them fatal. In review, it appears to be a #suicide by #cop situation: a subject draws #police to the scene, then acts in a way to force #officers to use deadly force. In many cases, the person will pull out a #gun, or an object that looks like one, leading #police to fire their weapons. In Meredith's case, he prowled about a mobile home park, prompting a resident to call 911 and report a possible burglary. Once two sheriff's deputies and a Sergeant Bluff #policeofficer responded, Meredith ran at them, forcing the fatal response. "When they happen rapidly, there's really nothing you can do. You don't sign up as a #policeofficer to shoot someone who wants to commit #suicide," said David Klingler, a criminology and criminal justice professor at the University of Missouri-St. Louis and a former #policeofficer. Because it's not always possible to determine if a #police shooting was a #suicide, there's no definitive data on how common #suicide by #cop incidents are. According to the Police Executive Research Forum, a Washington, D.C.-based nonprofit think-tank, there were approximately 900-1,000 fatal #officer-involved shootings each year from 2015-18. An estimated 10% or more were #suicide by cop incidents, meaning there could be roughly 100 or more a year. A research study in Los Angeles found that for each suicide by cop incident that ended in the subject's death, approximately 60 others were attempted, but #police de-escalated the situations without using lethal force. Chuck Wexler, the #Police Executive Research Forum's executive director, said his group reviews videos of #officer-involved shootings to better understand #suicide by cop incidents. A current trend involves the subject, nearly always #male, advancing toward #officers until they shoot him. "It doesn't always happen that way, but the point is, there are enough similarities to look for," Wexler said. #Mentalillness markers One thing many have in common is the subject had a history of #mentalillness or was having a #mentalhealthcrisis at the time of the shooting. #Drugs and #alcohol also may be involved. Those common factors, Wexler said, highlight the need for crisis intervention training so #officers can more effectively communicate with the subject they're encountering to defuse the situation before it leads to gunfire. "Without training, you wouldn't know what to look for," Wexler said. "The key is to teach #police warning signs of someone who might be in crisis." If a 911 dispatcher learns the subject is suicidal or in crisis, relaying that information to responding officers is the first step toward a peaceful resolution. Officers then can alter their approach, staying a safe distance from the subject, keeping their weapons holstered and speaking calmly rather than shouting. That training can help #officers better read a situation when arriving, Klingler said. As Meredith's case illustrates, it's not always that simple. He had a history of #anxiety and #alcoholism. His family said he told them he hadn't slept in the five days prior to his death and he was hallucinating, talking about fictional characters breaking into his home and, about an hour before he was shot, green caterpillars crawling on his ceiling. But the officers who encountered Meredith that night didn't know any of this. Even if they had, Meredith rushed and attacked Deputy Eric Fay immediately after being contacted, leaving Fay with little choice but to use his weapon. The entire interaction lasted less than 10 seconds. Fay and his fellow #officers had no chance to gauge Meredith's #mentalhealth status or de-escalate the situation. "They would not have had time to process it. Oftentimes, yes, there is time for communication. The attack started as they saw him," Woodbury County Sheriff Chad Sheehan said. It was a case in which the deputies' training was useless because they had no time to implement it. At least they had the training, Klingler said, pointing out that every state has a different #mentalhealth training curriculum for law enforcement #officers and there are no national standards when it comes to that type of instruction. "How thorough that training is, I don't know," he said. "I'm unaware of any national board that requires academies to look if you're going to be an officer, you're going to need training in crisis management and #mentalhealth." #James Donaldson notes:Welcome to the “next chapter” of my life… being a voice and an advocate for #mentalhealthawarenessandsuicideprevention, especially pertaining to our younger generation of students and student-athletes.Getting men to speak up and reach out for help and assistance is one of my passions. Us men need to not suffer in silence or drown our sorrows in alcohol, hang out at bars and strip joints, or get involved with drug use.Having gone through a recent bout of #depression and #suicidalthoughts myself, I realize now, that I can make a huge difference in the lives of so many by sharing my story, and by sharing various resources I come across as I work in this space. #http://bit.ly/JamesMentalHealthArticleOrder your copy of James Donaldson's latest book,#CelebratingYourGiftofLife:From The Verge of Suicide to a Life of Purpose and Joy www.celebratingyourgiftoflife.com Iowa offers training In Iowa, #officers seeking certification at the Iowa Law Enforcement Academy in Johnston, a state agency that certifies all #officers in the state and trains a large number of them, must complete 16.5 weeks of training, a lot of it pertaining to #mentalhealth. "It's not just a one-and-done class. It's embedded in every course that we speak to," said Judy Bradshaw, the academy's director. When she took over in 2014, Bradshaw said, there were no crisis intervention or #mentalhealth classes. Now it's an emphasis, she said, including a four-hour class on #mentalhealth emergencies and other crisis intervention, classroom and scenario training. "There is certainly more awareness," she said. It's hard not to be aware, when a large number of calls involve subjects with some type of #mentalhealthissue, Sioux City Police Chief Rex Mueller said. "Certainly, we are aware of the fact a lot of people we are dealing with are in crisis," Mueller said. "It can be a huge challenge because you can be dealing with someone who doesn't think as a rational person does. No matter the training, some people can be very hard to deal with." Mueller said Sioux City #policeofficers are taught how to communicate not only with people who are mentally ill, but also autistic and developmentally challenged. That training is ongoing, he said, and exceeds state requirements. Looking for compliance Sheehan said his deputies approach every call aiming to resolve it peacefully through de-escalation techniques they've practiced, acting and speaking to project a calm demeanor in an effort to help an agitated individual feel more relaxed. "Going in, the goal is to generate voluntary compliance," Sheehan said. "We try to train all of our staff that you can't rationalize with everybody, but you can reason with everyone." And force is to be used only in response to a threat. "First and foremost, the thing to remind the public is we don't dictate the use of force. We respond," Sheehan said. In Meredith's case, deputies had to respond before they could utilize their training. But if all departments placed an increased emphasis on training for such encounters, Wexler said, some of those situations may have better endings. "It's not easy," Wexler said. "Sometimes things happen quickly. Not every situation will you be able to slow it down." Proper training could increase the chances #officers can do so. "This is about education," Wexler said. Photo by Daria Sannikova on Pexels.com Read the full article

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arsonic-writings · 2 years

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After School Horrors

Companion Story > The Events After School (1st POV, Jason’s Notes)

Summary: Two are there to ‘study’(read make-out), two are there to summon spirits, one is there to crash the spirit summoning session, one is there to work out. All of them run into each other after the first death. Then one by one they are picked off and killed by something, but are there any survivors?

⚠ Warnings: Major Character Deaths, Death, Graphic depictions of death and violence, Blood and gore, weapons, fire, burns.

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Jason walked down the halls with Michael, the school was quiet, as it always was after school hours.

Jason walked to the library’s doors and opened them up and looked at Michael, “Come on.” He smiled and took his hand pulling him into the library.

Michael nodded and followed him in, “So I brought my books.”

“History?”

“Yeah.” Michael nodded and went over to a table. He smiled looking over at Jason.

Jason turned on all the lights and dropped his bag at the table before going over and grabbing some textbooks off of a shelf, “What other subjects do you need help with?” He asked, glancing over at Michael.

Michael smiled, taking out his textbooks and a few papers of homework, “Well, I think I also need help with chemistry.” He smirked and winked.

Jason raised an eyebrow, “Hm Really?” He asked, walking over and sitting at the table dropping his books.

“Really.” Michael nodded, “Do you think you could help me?”

Jason shrugged, “Organic, Bio…”

“Yours.” Michael winked and leaned across the table and kissed him.

Jason sighed softly, kissing him back.

The lights of the room started to flicker before they suddenly went out and a scream rang through the building.

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Norman sighed walking into the school with Charles besides him. They walked down halls until Charles paused at the basement door and opened it.

“Come on Nor, let's get this party started!”

Nor shook his head pulling out his phone, “You know this idea is stupid right?”

“Oh absolutely down right idiotic! That’s why we’re doing it!”

“Charles.”

“Ew, you know I hate my full name, Norman.”

Nor rolled his eyes, “Chucky…”

“Way better Nor, now what did you want?”

“This is a pretty stuipd idea.”

“Yes… and? Have you met me?” Chucky laughed, shaking his head as they got to the last step and walked over to the center of the concrete floored room. Chuck took off his backpack and pulled out the ouija board before tossing the bag to the side and setting the board down. “Well, Nor, is your camera ready?”

“Yeah, but it probably won’t catch anything.”

“Well they say the school is haunted and we only want to do a bit of communication, you know communication is very important in a healthy relationship, not that you’d know because you’re single and lone-”

“Just shut up already and start.” Nor shook his head and kneeled down next to Chucky pointing his phone camera to look at the board.

“Fine.” Chucky nodded and put his hands on the triangle piece, “Spirits who reside here, give me a sign," He said out to the open expanses of the basement, the lights of the room dim and storage pushed up against the walls.

Nothing happened.

Nor looked at Chucky, “So… is this what’s supposed to happen?” he asked, smirking.

“Oh just shut up.” He shook his head, “Spirit who resides here, do you have a name?”

Nor rolled his eyes keeping the camera on the board, “Want to go back to my place after, we could watch a horror movie to fill your urges.”

“Shush," Chucky said seriously as he felt the piece begin to move across the board.

“Are you pushing it-”

“No… it’s moving alone," Chucky whispered in dhispeliev.

The piece stopped, yes. Yes it had a name.

“Spirit… Did you die here?” Chucky asked carefully.

The piece landed on No.

“What is your name?” Chucky asked, staring at the board.

An eerie silence fell upon them for a few moments before the lights suddenly went out. The basement door up the stairs flew open and all the storage objects began shaking. The board ignited in flames with no accelerant to start it.

Nor dropped his phone and grabbed Chucky, pulling him away from the board. “Let’s get out of here!” he yelled at him.

Chucky quickly got up nodding, “Yeah," he breathed out before running to the stairs.

Nor ran up behind him quickly.

The room fell silent and calm again just as they were halfway up the stairs.

Chucky ran out and collided with a body outside, gasping a bit in surprise mixed with some fear, before looking back at Nor still finishing his ascent of the stairs.

Nor got to the top step and was about to make it out the door… but he was too late. He was just about out when the door slammed shut. His head had been severed from his body, dropping and rolling on the ground, blood spilling with it, some seeping out from where the body was, behind the door. Nor didn’t have time to react before the door came and he… died.

Chucky screamed in agony watching his best friend be guillotined by a door.

The person he had run into wrapped their arms around him pulling him away down the hall, ignoring Chucky’s scream and cries for the moment. He pushed chucky to sit on the floor and kneeled in front of him, taking off his cardigan and putting it over the other.

Chucky took a deep breath looking at the other.

The other put his hand on Chucky’s cheek, “take a deep breath, don’t want you to pass out. You’re in shock.”

“Who are you?” Chucky asked as he regained himself.

“Freddy… You’re Chucky?”

Chucky nodded, “Nor… he’s.”

“He’s like the entertainment of France," Freddy mumbled.

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Jason quickly pulled away and looked around, “What was that?” He whispered.

Michael shook his head and got up, “I don’t know… I’ll go see.” He walked over to the library door and opened it, looking out into the hall.

The hall was dim, only emergency lights filling the hall. The halls were just filled with shadows.

Jason walked up behind him and took Michael’s hand. “I’ll come with you.”

“Alright.” Michael nodded, smiling and walked out into the hall holding onto Jason’s hand.

They walked down the hall, their footsteps echoing as they walked down the hall.

Then there were other footsteps down the hall behind them.

Jason immediately looked behind them, seeing a dark figure walking down the hall, “Michael…” He whispered pausing.

“Jay what is it-” Michael asked and looked behind himself. He saw the figure and turned around quickly, pulling Jason behind him. He quickly pulled out his phone, turning on his flashlight to see the figure.

“Really? Must you put that on?” A voice came down the hall, the figure put an arm over their eyes. “It’s me, Patrick.”

“Pat?”

“Yes, it’s me, now can you turn that flashlight the other way?” He asked, exhausted.

“Fine, fine," Michael sighed, he pointed the flashlight down and checked the other way down the hall.

Jason let go of Michael and walked over to Patrick, “So… you heard it too?”

“Yeah…” Patrick nodded and walked with Jason back over to Michael.

“The power went out just before the…”

“Scream," Jason filled in nodding.

Patrick nodded and pulled out his phone as a flashlight too, “Alright, well. I’m assuming you both were going to check it out?”

“Yep.” Michael nodded and led the way, starting to walk down the hall.

Jason and Patrick followed behind him, walking down the halls. All of them tense with anxiety, all slightly nervous of what they were going to find.

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Freddy heard someone approaching and got up looking down the dark hall and saw two shining lights approaching, those holding the lights obscured from sight, “Who’s there!?” He called out, he patted Chucky’s head.

“Freddy?” someone responded.

“Yes…” Freddy responded and stepped in front of Chucky.

“Are you ok?” the person asked.

The lights turned off, the three figures came into view, Michael, Jason, and Patrick.

“Oh… Hello.”

“Charles?” Michael asked and quickly walked over kneeling down in front of his twin, “What happened? Are you ok?”

“Nor…” Chucky mumbled, shaking his head.

“Nor?” Michael asked and looked at Freddy.

“Norman… he died. I wouldn’t recommend going down the hallway.”

“Was he the one who screamed?”

“No… that was Chucky after the door suddenly slammed shut on Nor.”

“How did it-”

“Ghost," Chucky said and took a deep breath standing up finally.

“A ghost, sorry I don’t really believe in ghosts," Patrick said and chuckled, “have you tried calling the EMS?”

“My phone won’t work, it’s not letting me make any calls, they don’t even ring.”

Patrick nodded confused and tried calling the EMS. He sighed, putting his phone down, “it’s not going through….”

“Jason, Michael? Can you try? Someone’s phone has to work!”

Jason and Michael tried… but to no avail.

Patrick shook his head and sighed. “Alright…”

There were suddenly footsteps down the hall, lockers started opening and all of them just slammed shut one by one.

Jason stared down the hall before grabbing Michael’s hand,

Freddy grabbed both Chucky and Patrick's hand and they all ran down the hall, hiding in a classroom.

Jason took a deep breath and sat on a desk, are you sure we’ll be safe here?”

Michael shrugged, “I hope, but I don’t know.”

Chucky sighed and looked out the small window in the door, “I’m going to the cafetera… maybe we could at least get a knife so we have a weapon.”

“I’m coming with you," Michael said, stepping forward.

“I will too," Patrick said and went over.

Jason was about to get up then looked at Freddy, “we’ll stay here and try to figure out anything. Be safe.”

Michael nodded and went over and kissed Jason’s cheek before going with Chucky and Freddy.

They walked down the hall in silence, all staying close to each other as they walked, making sure to stay close together.

Gladly their journey was uninteresting, everything just eerily silent.

Chucky took a deep breath at the cafeteria doors before pushing them open and going in.

Michael followed behind his brother with Freddy trailing behind looking around at everything.

Chucky walked into the kitchen, flicking on some lights before searching for a knife or anything.

Michael looked around for a phone that would hopefully work so they could get help.

Freddy was walking around in the room looking for anything of use. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something glowing… orange. He walked over seeing one of the stoves was glowing. Was it on? He carefully grabbed the dial and turned it to off, only for the heat to become higher. “Guys! Something is wrong," He said and stepped back only to look and notice his shirt was somehow caught in a burner. “Guys! I appear to be stuck!” He yelled.

Michael looked over, his eyes going wide seeing Freddy stuck next to the stove, his tie stuck to the stove. The flames below the burner becoming larger and larger. “Chucky! Get a fire extinguisher!” He yelled and ran over to Freddy. Michael grabbed Freddy’s shoulders trying to pull him away.

The flames of the stove top started creeping up Freddy’s shirt, singing his body and charing his clothing. The oven started heating up, growing hotter.

Michael jumped back when he saw the fire setting to freddy.

Chucky was running around the Kitchen looking for a fire extinguisher, to no avail. There was seemingly none. None in a kitchen, somehow.

Freddy screamed as he felt the fire on his skin, burning him alive.

Chucky found a closet and opened it, seeing a fire extinguisher on the wall in it, “I found one!” He called out before going into the closet.

Michael stepped back from freddy watching as the flames completely began encapsulating him. Michael looked around for anything. He finally found a bucket and filled it with water quickly. He ran back over and splashed Freddy with the water.

The water seemed to just be absorbed into the fire, feeding it more along with the fire’s feast on Freddy.

Freddy fell to the ground, charred… dead.

Michael watched his friend dead on the ground. He quickly ran over to his brother and looked into the Closet, “Chucky come on, we have to go. He… he’s dead… we have to get back to the others.”

Chucky looked back at Michael, “Yeah… ok.” He nodded and looked down. He started walking out of the closet when the floor began to shake…

Everything was shaking.

“Come on!” Michael yelled.

Chucky started to run when suddenly the shelves of cleaners and extra cooking supplies collapsed. He screamed as the cleaner poured down on him, some pouring down his throat, burning him from the inside. Killing him in an excruciating death.

Michael covered his mouth as he screamed a bit, watching his brother be killed. It was a horrible sight.

Chucky’s skin beginning to go red, spots appearing as the bleach and other cleaners rained down on him. Though unlike rain it wasn’t fun to catch in your mouth, it was excruciating. He screamed in pain as his lungs burned, unable to take in any more oxygen.

Michael watched screaming for his brother, he called out for help, for any help… of course no help was coming. Michael stepped away, he knew his brother was dead… he knew Freddy was dead. He turned and ran to the exit of the kitchen, just as he was reaching the escape… all the doors slammed shut. Michael screamed, crying as the door slammed in his face. He sighed in defeat, turning and sitting down on the floor against the door as he cried, prepared for his demise.

A door across the room began creaking, slowly opening up. It’s darkness seeming open… welcoming… and escape.

Michael looked up staring at the ominous exit. He looked around before looking back at it… it was the only way now. He stood, walking over cautiously. He carefully looked into the darkness, at the staircase that led down beyond the door. Taking a deep breath Michael went in, descending the stairs into the darkness.

The door slammed shut behind Michael as soon as he entered. Trapping him.

Screams of anguish and pain began to escape the room. But Michael didn’t exit with them.

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Jason sat shaking his head as he watched the minutes tick by on the clock above the door. Watching time pass.

They weren’t coming back…

Freddy sighed and got up, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Where are you going?”

“To grab a weapon then find them," he replied and left the room.

Jason rolled his eyes and quickly followed him, “What makes you think it’ll help. They went to get a weapon… they haven’t come back!”

“We have to do something.” Freddy shrugged.

Jason nodded and looked around before smiling, he ran over to a wall and pulled a fire alarm, hoping that maybe it would be able to alert authorities if the alarm went off.

Freddy instantly covered his ears, “What was that for!”

“To do something!”

Freddy shook his head and ran down the hall towards the gym.

“Must we run…” Jason mumbled and ran after him following.

Jason wasn’t paying much attention as he ran down the halls, just keeping track of where Freddy was headed. Suddenly he ran into something solid. He started to fall back onto the floor, unbalanced. But hands grabbed his arms. He looked up and smiled slightly, seeing Michael’s face… though… it didn't seem right… something about his eyes, they seemed… off. “Michael?”

“Patrick and Charles are dead, I couldn't save them.”

Freddy heard something behind him and paused looking back seeing Michael standing with Jason. He quickly walked over, “What happened!”

“Patrick burned by fire, Charles burned by chemicals," He whispered, his voice emotionless, his stare unfocused.

Jason sighed and hugged him, “I’m sorry you saw that… but we’ll get out!”

Freddy nodded, “exactly, now come on!” he said and ran down the hall and into the gym’s equipment room.

Jason looked at Michael and pulled away a bit, “Come on.” He took his hand pulling him with him.

Michael just followed.

Jason got into the room with Michael trailing behind, he let go of his hand and looked around.

Freddy looked around the equipment room thinking before pausing and smiling. He walked over to a wall where some Bats were hanging upside down from their base. He grabbed one pulling it off the rack, “Well, now I got a weapon, hopefully I could bash that door down!”

Jason nodded, “Yeah probably.”

Michael silently shrugged and looked away.

Freddy rolled his eyes and hit the bat against his palm a bit while looking around the room before he heard a sudden shaking sound, metal hitting metal. Slowly he turned around, seeing the bats swinging and hitting against each other before they started flying off the rack, beating him down.

Freddy screamed as they bashed his head in, falling to his knees as he bled out from his head, his vision becoming dark as he lost consciousness.

Jason stood back and watched, frozen in place watching Freddy’s death. But he kept his fear in, not wanting to be afraid. Everything would be ok…

He finally closed his eyes and shook his head before walking out of the room with Michael behind him.

Michael walked up to him putting a hand on his cheek. “He’s dead.”

Jason nodded looking at him, tears in his eyes.

“But you’re upset. You’re not afraid?”

“No, not with you near me.”

“You shoul-”

Sirens loudly blared outside, bright lights filling the hallways from the outside, the light flooding in through the windows.

Jason gasped, pulling away from Michael and ran down the hall, running to the doors. He banged on them sobbing.

Michael followed him down the hall and looked out at all the vehicles, cop cars, ambulances, fire trucks.

Someone walked over and tried to open the door, it wouldn’t budge. They motioned for Jason and Michael to step back before they grabbed something from a truck and bashed the door in.

Jason ran out quickly holding onto Michael’s hand.

They were surrounded by EMS workers getting asked questions, they just couldn’t answer any of them. Jason told them that they weren’t alone, that there were others.

After a while they were released to leave.

Michael nodded and took Jason to his car helping him in.

Jason curled up slightly in the car, “Can you stay over tonight? I don’t want to be alone," he whispered.

Michael nodded, “yes," He replied and drove.

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They sat in Jason’s room, Jason dressed in comfortable clothes.

Michael sat next to him in some clothes borrowed from Jason.

Jason was lying under the covers of the bed cuddled into Michael's side holding his arm.

Michael sighed softly looking at him, “I've been waiting for a little while to be alone with you again, the EMS interrupted me before, but I won’t be interrupted again," He whispered in Jason’s ear and kissed his forehead as he moved sitting on top of him.

“Hm? Michael?”

“Sorry… you’ve been wrong for a while about that. I’m not Michael, haven’t been since the death of his brother… but his body was so strong, the perfect vessel," he whispered. His form beginning to change into a dark shadowy form, the air growing heavy with the feeling of dread and intimidation. His eyes glowing a bright blood red, horns growing on his head, claws growing on his hands, wings spreading out from his back. “Your fear is delicious," he whispered.

Jason stared at him, whimpering in fear, he closed his eyes tight, it couldn’t be real. But he opened his eyes back up… no… it was real

Michael… or not Michael took a deep breath and smiled as he sliced Jason’s throat with a claw, watching mouth open in a silent scream as the life left his eyes.

The creature grinned before disappearing, fading into the darkness.

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News reporters stood outside the school the next morning with police, and the school shut down. Reports of 5 bodies were found in the school. The victims were: Freddy K, Patrick B, Norman B, Michael M, and brother Chucky M. All found dead in the building. Reports said that there were two survivors who left, one a Jason V, found dead in his room with his throat slit opened. The other resembled Michael M, one of the victims found dead. The murderer wasn’t found and there was no evidence who had committed the murders of all 6 victims.

School was to resume in a month after a deep clean of the building and an investigation into the deaths.

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Note: Yes... this is a parody in a way of horror movies, and all of the character names were based off horror villains (Because I’m very original).

#horror movie au #horror #my writing #short story #tw major character death #tw graphic depictions of violence #tw graphic depictions of death #tw graphic death #tw blood and gore #tw fire #tw injury

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slvtformyers · 2 years

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'You' - Michael Myers x Reader SMUT +18 ONLY

Warnings : Stabbing, Blood, Extreme Smut, Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Voyeurism, Implied Reader Death.

- Reader has female genitalia

This is my first smut fanfic on Tumblr so beware lmao, smut is below the mark, also, Michael kind of talks in this one, I know that isn't canonically correct but it's just broken words and small praise.

I AM IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM CONDONING THE ACTS COMMITED IN THIS FANFIC, ROMANTICIZING SERIOUS CRIMES LIKE MURDER AND OTHER CRIMES IS NOT OKAY.

This is just a fanfiction and therefore none of this is real.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, AGELESS BIOS WILL BE BLOCKED, MINORS DNI!!!!

Summary:

Moving back to your home town may have been a comforting idea to you, but to the horny murderous neighbor who keeps spying on you, the idea may be a bothersome one. Bothersome enough that after a small curiosity-driven break-in, he deals with you in his own, if not slightly altered, fashion.

"Yeah Mom, I'll be okay, It's only a few boxes." I told her through the phone. Mom live only a few minutes away but insisted that since I lived so close to 'The House' as she liked to call it, she just call me on her phone. As weird as it was, her refusing to come and visit me and instead I visit her, was not the weirdest thing I've experienced since moving back home.

Putting away the last box, I sighed and fell backwards onto the couch. It was dark outside, I had already eaten and my bed wasn't gonna be delivered until tomorrow. So I chucked a blanket on the couch and got my sleeping clothes out.

Undressing, I could feel eyes on my body, I looked around.

Nothing.

Continuing, taking my bra and panties off, I felt it again.

Looking around a second time, nothing.

So I dismissed the strange feeling and finished getting dressed, hopped into my makeshift bed and just when I decided to call it a night..... I couldn't sleep.

Great.

After multiple tries of trying to get to sleep, I decided to get up and move around a bit. Hopefully that would tire me out.

Walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I caught a blur of white and blue move into the house next to me out of my peripherals, or as my mom referred to it, 'The House'.

'Weird, maybe their homeless? How long has that house been abandoned for anyway?' so many questions, and no one to answer them.

I looked away from the house, starting to walk back towards my 'bed', when I heard a thump coming from next door.

"Okay, that's it, what the fuck is going on over there?!" I whispered to myself, throwing on my boots and a zip up hoodie, and surely making my way over to the house.

Opening the old rotting door with a creak, I realized how old the house really is, floorboards practically breaking beneath my feet, wondering whether or not the house would get demolished.

Quiet footsteps echoed from within the house.

'There's the culprit' I thought.

I moved towards the back entrance of the house, nothing.

I looked around further until I heard soft thumping sounded from above, I went upstairs and checked there, nothing.

'It's probably just a rat or something'. I figured.

Giving up, I walked towards the start of the stairs when a hand wrapped harshly around my waist.

A searing pain made its way through my arm.

He stabbed me.

Blood dripped down my form as I struggled against his grip.

Throwing my head backwards, I headbutted him straight in the nose, he let go of me and I fell down the stairs. As quick as I could, I got up and ran towards the door.

Yet again, I felt another hand around my waist, except this time he used both hands to pull me backwards.

I kicked and bit him as he dragged me towards the stairs again.

'Is he gonna throw me down the stair until I die?! Oh my God, I'm gonna be murdered, OH PLEASE GOD NOOO!!-' I thought frantically.

He pulled me up the stairs, past the bathroom, and into a small decaying room with a bed in the middle, against the wall.

He threw me on the bed as he tried to cut my clothes off, often nicking me with the blade of his knife.

I kicked him and swore at him, hoping it would do something.

I can't let this happen to me, not now, not ever.

"Stay Still" I heard his raspy voice say, no guilt, no hesitation, no undertones of anything present in his monotonous voice.

I didn't listen to him, I kept struggling against him.

'WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!' I yelled, fed up with this.

He stopped what he was doing, I felt his gaze hard on my eyes, I slowly looked up and met the gaze he enforced on me.

He leaned closer to my face and whispered...

"You"

He leaned back up and continued cutting my clothes off, now only halfway through my t-shirt due to my struggling.

My heart told me to struggle more, to try to escape but my brain told me to stop moving, to mitigate the risk of getting cut too badly and definitely more than I had been cut already.

"Good Girl" I heard him praise me, I felt a weird wetness between my thighs.

Disgusted with myself, I waited until he had finished cutting my clothes off and moving the knife a considerable length away from me before kicking at him, a poor attempt at trying to gain freedom against his strength.

A soft squelching sound erupted from my shoulder as he sunk his sharp blade into me, a comical ripping sound following the knife on the way out, along with what was left of my voice.

He cut through my panties as I laid there in utter shock, the pain louder than the silence outside.

Crying, looking at my murderer through tear filled eyes and wet eyelashes as he starts unzipping his mechanical suit to reveal his body, which clearly has had time spent on it, I admired the way his body curved, and flexed when he moved, he looked like a Greek god.

'What no, I can't be thinking like this'

He removed his suit, his arm muscles flexing, his abs contorting in a way that turned me on, my inner thighs stained by my arousal.

His bulge was prominent through his boxers, and quite big too.

I could imagine myself getting impaled by it.

He pulled me by my legs towards him, lining up his manhood with my entrance.

I looked up at him, no longer struggling, I needed this.

He pushed in, bottoming out in seconds, not that he was small though, because I could feel him stretching me out to the point of almost ripping.

He covered my screaming mouth and started thrusting.

At some point, the pain faded, and pleasure was present. He uncovered my mouth as soon as I started moaning.

After awhile of thrusting, I was near my end, and so was he.

After he pulled out his manhood and the knife, I laid there staring at the rotting ceiling wondering when this place was going to get demolished, and if I'm going to go with it.

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OKAY, right, that was a ride.

I'm so sorry abt this one LMAO

#michealmyers michael myers x reader fanfic #michael myers smut #michael myers x reader

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maxineswritingcenter · 2 years

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Hearts Possession - MichaelxAdamxfem!reader - Finale

Banner by maysdigitalarts

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

Sorry this Birthweek past is late, work was a bitch

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Michael had never experienced such loneliness. Even trapped in Hell for over a millennia, he was never alone. But not, in the ever expansive darkness of the empty, he was truly alone.

After taking in his new reality for the first time, the archangel, the strongest of his kind, fell to his knees and screamed in anguish. He had lost everything that had ever meant something to him.

Adam, who trusted him enough to be used as his vessel, who showed him what compassion and love truly was, who knew his pain and comforted him.

(Y/N), who loved him for him and just because he shared a body with the love of her life. Her heart was so large, so kind, she loved despite his flaws, his anger and pride.

They had both shown him what living could really feel like. Michael had felt something that his father had never been able to give to him or his siblings, a sense of belonging, of a family. But now they were both gone. Their faces, smiling, hands reaching out to him, slowly faded from his memory.

His cries seemed to shake the void, desperate sobs clawing their way out of his throat. His heart, though it did not beat, felt like it was trying to escape his chest to be free of the sadness.

“I HATE YOU!” He screamed, he screamed this until his voice could produce only a whisper. His father, his creator, had destroyed everything that he built with nothing more than a snap of his fingers.

After what felt like hours, Michael lay against the ground, curled in a ball. It was the only thing he could do, trapped in and endless hellscape, damned to live alone until he was overtaken by the dark.

“Are you quite done?” The voice made him scramble to a sitting position. A throne had appeared behind him, a woman lounging across the chair, a leg draped over on the arm rests. The woman was pale, brown hair in ringlets, and a permanent smirk on her lips.

“Helloooo~?” She moved to sit correctly, resting her elbows on her jean clad knees to stare at him, “Are you done crying like a little bitch? I don’t like being woken up and I have been awake way more than I would have liked lately.”

“You’re the empty.” Michael whispered.

The void smiled, raising an eyebrow, “Nothing escapes that perception of yours, does it?” She leaned back, “Soooo... You gonna go to sleepy time?”

“I-...” He swallowed thickly, “I have to get back, I have to save them.” He stood up only to be forced to fall on his back. He grunted, gritting his teeth together.

“Yeah, no. Only your daddy can do that and...” She hissed through her teeth, “I don’t think he’s comin’. Especially since he pulled the delinquent out of here and not you.” She hummed, “You did send him back pretty quickly, that was helpful.”

“You don’t understand.” He said with a grunt, struggling to move his limbs.

Her voice boomed in his ears, “I understand all too well actually. I just had a mega influx of souls in the last seventy-two hours. I just want to sleep. So you’re going to sleep.”

“N̵̢̮͖̬͚͚̟̹̹̓͐̈͗͆̐̂̽̓͠ͅO̷̖̠̬̮̼̜͇̙̪̦̲̲͉̩̊̾̔ͅW̷̘̓̓͗͋̂”

Michael fell into the sleep. His eternal rest.

Snap

A gasp escaped her lips as precious air filled her lungs. (Y/N) sat up, clutching at her chest. She was back on the beach, no blood, no pain. She let out a breathy laugh as she looked around. She could hear birds singing, filling the emptiness that had filled an empty world. She saw Sam and Dean rushing to help her stand. Jack stood farther away, a smile on his face. At their feet, the once omnipotent being was on the ground. The Winchesters and (Y/N) went to Jack’s side, staring down at Chuck.

“What kind of an ending is this?” Chuck spoke in an exasperated tone.

“His power.” Sam tilted his head, “You sure it won't come back?”

“It's not his power anymore.” Jack said coolly.

“Then I think it's the ending where you're just like us and like all the other humans you forgot about.” Sam said.

“It's the ending where you grow old, you get sick, and you just die.” Dean added.

“It’s the ending where you fall in love and will watch them die in front of your eyes. And you won’t be able to do a thing.” Her lip trembled as she glared down at him.

“And no one cares.” Sam shrugged, “And no one remembers you. You're just forgotten.” Dean put a hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back, leading the pack back to the impala where they left Chuck by himself. To be alone. To live alone. And to die alone.

The impala pulled up outside of the little blue house, where Luella was making her way up the sidewalk just like she had been when she disappeared.

“Is she blue?” Dean raised an eyebrow at the woman waddling.

(Y/N) grinned brightly, hurried getting out of the Impala and walking to meet Luella.

“Ah, Missus DeAngelo.” Luella smiled at the girl, “Your husband and I talked last week and I talked it over with Franklin. He said it was a surprise but I am just too excited.” She took her hand and placed the golden key in her palm, “The house is yours. I pray that it gives you as many memories as it gave to Franklin and I.”

“Luella, that’s... Thank you.” She sniffled back tears, hugging the woman tightly. The old woman chuckled, patting her on the back. When she pulled away, she gave her a wink.

“Well, I’m off. We’re going to Aruba.” She waddled away with a pep in the step of her granny sneakers, zooming away in her little blue bug. Around that time, the boys had arrived behind her, looking up at the house.

“Nice digs.” Sam chuckled, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“Missus DeAngelo?” Jack narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

“Yeah, it was Michael’s-” Her words died on her lips when the blue door opened. Out into the light of day stepped Adam, wearing his favorite blue flannel and his worn out jeans.

“Adam.” She whispered, a slow walk turning into a run as she threw herself into his open arms.

“Oh thank you.” He hugged her tightly, cradling the back of her head with one hand, while the other held her to his body by her waist, “Thank you, thank you.” He whispered. He pulled away to look down at her, his green eyes sparkling in the light.

“Look at you, you’re so beautiful.” He said breathlessly, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

“Is Michael there too?” She whispered. His smile faltered, shaking his head softly.

“Adam.” A shaking voice spoke, breaking them away from their gazes. Dean and Sam stood on the stoop, sorry smiles on their faces. Adam pulled away, meeting Sam in a tight hug. The first time that Adam had done so.

Sam let out a sound that was a mixture of a laugh and a sob, tears glittering in his eyes.

“C’mere, little brother.” Dean smirked, but those same tears were threatening to spill. Adam grinned through tears, moving from Sam and Dean, holding him tight.

This is what Adam had always dreamed about, family, a family of his own. Dean and Sam were here to be a part of his life, to give him advice, to be there for him when he needed it most. And to help him get what he loved most back.

Adam and (Y/N) sat on the couch across from Jack who had taken the recliner chair. The fact that this young boy was now the new god was mind blowing. But honestly, nothing really surprised her anymore. And of course Adam was used to it.

“So, Michael’s in the Empty?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Jack nodded.

“And you can get him out?” Adam looked between her and God.

“Yeah.” The boy repeated.

“Well...” Adam took a hold of her hand, hoping to calm her nerves as well as her own. His hair was wild and fluffy looking, much like the boy she had met all those years ago. His eyes were wide and full of something she had not seen in a long time: hope.

“What do we need to do?”

Jack stood up, offering his hands out for them to take: “Just trust me.” They both stood up, no hesitation as they took the boy’s hands. As soon as their palms touched, they were surrounded in darkness.

“Just keep hold of me.” Jack said before something appeared from the void around them. A throne room with a very pissed brunette glaring at them.

“What the hell are you doing back here?” She spat her venom, but soon enough her narrowed eyes widened, “Wait a minute, you upgraded. Didn’t you, squirt?”

“I did. And I came to offer you a deal.”

“A deal?” She chuckled, an amused smile on her lips, “I’m listening.”

The boy brought them forward towards the throne, a kind smile on his face: “I want to say how sorry I am that you have not been getting the rest you were promised. So here is my offer: I take Castiel and Michael back with me, and I will share that you are never awoken again.”

The Empty hummed, tapping her chin in thought. (Y/N) felt her whole body getting drowsy, perhaps the effects of the Empty lulling her to sleep. She glanced around the boy at Adam who seemed to be struggling to stay awake as well.

“Alright, kid.” She smiled, “You can have your people back. But if I am ever awoken again, I’m coming for you.”

Jack nodded, “I understand.” Seemingly satisfied, the Empty snapped her fingers and there appeared Castiel and Michael. They were both standing there, staring with wide eyes.

Castiel, blue eyes looking so tired, but his smile was so wide. And Michael, with tears running down his face, began to weep.

“You’re alive?” He muttered through trembling lips.

“Let’s go home.” Adam smiled, holding out his hand. The angels both took a step forward, reaching out.

One Year Later

Working hurriedly on the insane amount of food they would all need to eat, (Y/N) sighed in frustration when the doorbell rang. The sound was musical and was meant to be the least amount of stress possible. Not today.

"Adam, Michael, your brothers are here!"

"Already?" Adam grinned as he adjusted the collar on his flannel. Ever since becoming close with his brothers, he had embraced their flannel lifestyle. It wasn't a bad look on him. Family wasn't a bad look on him either, Michael included.

In the time that had passed since pulling Michael from the empty, the angel still had that stern look and tight frown, but those looks were becoming few and far between. Michael, perhaps for the first time in his existence, was happy. He had a connection to others, stronger than simply brothers in arms. Michael and Castiel had made amends and grown close. Finally, having someone to talk to about their father and what he had done to them.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she grinned up at Adam, moving away from the table she had set and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"You both ready?" She asked.

"With you? We would be ready to face the world." He grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Been there, done that." She rolled her eyes, watching Michael appear in Adam's place.

"Your heart beats are fine." Michael placed a hand on her stomach; the bump was hardly noticeable.

"Great. Now, can you stop worrying about me for five minutes? We're okay." She kissed his cheek, seeing Adam was back in the seat.

"Let's do this." They walked to the blue door and pulled it open, revealing a sight that made her heart squeeze.

Dean, Castiel, Jack, Sam, and his girlfriend Eileen who looked like she was about to bop. They greeted each and everyone with open arms, laughs, and smiles all around.

The smorgasbord of food was perfect for the number of people who showed up and for how bottomless Dean's stomach seemed to be. Between signing back and forth with Eileen, she caught Michael's eye as he spoke with the boys about everything he had experienced during the creation. He had so much passion for what he had accomplished. Then, (Y/N) smiled before focusing back on Eileen.

Castiel, whose wings forever tickled at Dean's freckled cheeks, looked around the home, looking at his brother triumphantly.

"Mike, I gotta say, place isn't half bad. Looks like a grandma lives here, but pretty nice." Dean draped his arm over the back of his chair.

Sam chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, the padding in every corner is a nice touch." One of the first things they had noticed upon entering the home was the fact that there wasn't a sharp corner in the place, covered in foam or some sort of padding.

"Yes, well, there's a reason for that." Michael grinned, probably the first time any of them had seen him smile. Jack gave the archangel a knowing glance, winking. But if anything, Jack's subtly was akin to a bullhorn.

Sam seemed to catch on immediately, a grin appearing: "Really? Like Jack?"

"We haven't been able to determine yet because someone has their lips sealed." Michael glanced at the boy who only smiled brightly, "But yes, really."

At that point, the light bulb in Dean's head went off: "Oh, (Y/N)'s pregnant?"

Rolling his eyes, Castiel sighed, "How oblivious are you?"

"Me? Oblivious?" He let out a chuckle that faltered near the end, "Yeah, sometimes."

"Would you be able to tell if they are nephilim?" Sam asked, leaning a little closer.

"Usually. Like with Jack, alarms should have gone off to every angel out there. But someone seemed to have cut the wire to the system."

Jack shrugged, "What can I say? I like surprises."

"Speaking of surprises." (Y/N) sing songed as Eileen, "I made pie. Well I made three actually."

Dean's head perked up, "Might have to borrow little lady for the weekend, eh, Cas?" He nudged the angel.

"Fat chance." Michael and Castiel replied in unison.

With a glow in his eye, Adam stood up and helped (Y/N) grab the pies from the window sill they were cooling on.

After everyone was gone, Adam was in the kitchen washing dishes, taking frequent glances at his wife as she sat on the floor and put together a baby seat.

Michael appeared beside him, leaning back on the counter as he looked around.

"I would say we've done pretty well for ourselves." Michael said softly.

"Yeah, it's not conventional, but it's ours, and that's all that matters." Adam grinned, "Baby was a surprise though."

The angel raised his eyebrows in agreement, "Yes... I never truly understood human creation until now. When my father created man, he just thought of them as entertainment. Then I saw what they could do, whether or not I believed it then... I thought human creation was second to divine. To be able to make and create another life simply because you can always astound me. Now, we have created a little life."

Adam felt his heart swell, the love Michael had for all them made his whole body warm, "Domestic looks good on you, Angel."

With a smile, Michael disappeared and took over at the vessel in Adam, finishing the dishes with a snap of his fingers.

"Michael, you got somewhere to be?" (Y/N) called. Michael pouted, remembering that he was reminded that he was supposed to be doing human tasks in a human manner.

"Precious one, I know for a fact that you wish you could snap your fingers and get that swing done." Michael walked out, sitting beside her on the ground with his legs crossed.

"I'm making memories, Mister Milligan." She stuck her tongue out at him, looking back at the instructions. Truthfully, she wished she could snap her fingers and be done with everything that had to be built for the nursery.

"We could make more memories in other ways." He leaned in closer to press little kisses along her neck.

"Michael." She giggled, "Please."

"What can I say? My heart has been possessed with love." He nuzzled his face into her neck and pulled away, one eye glowing blue and the other a crystal green, "And we wouldn't have it any other way."

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Can’t believe it’s the year of our Lord 2020 and I’m writing Supernatural fix it fics at 3am.... This truly is the bad place. Anyway here’s what happened immediately after the credits rolled on whatever that was...

“Sam and Dean stood, arms around each other looking out towards the vista. Heaven. Their heaven. United again, after everythi-“

“-Is he for real?”

“That’s what was saved on my computer. Supernatural – Final Draft.”

“This is bullshit.”

Becky shrugged, taking her laptop back from Sam as his face twitched uncomfortably.

“Who did I even marry? Like, it wasn’t even Eileen?”

“I don’t know man but you named your kid after me. I’m holding you to that one.”

“I don’t even want kids. Our lives are crazy. Why would I do that to a kid?”

“Well I’m just glad Chuck didn’t get to go ahead with that one.” Becky said, sitting back down with her laptop, “I mean all of his drafts were honestly terrible but that one… I mean it didn’t even make sense considering your character arcs. Dean literally died like he thought he would at the beginning of the series and Sam, grows old with a random woman and doesn’t do anything with his life and not even mentioning Cas even though he was right there in heaven-“

Becky looked up to find Sam and Dean staring at her.

“I’m sorry, not that you guys are just characters or anything. But just, when I came back and I found that I was really worried you’d actually died in barn because you fell on a nail.”

“Yeah well I will be avoiding all barns from now on.”

Thunk. The three of them looked up to where Cas had knocked over a Funko Pop Sam.

“Sorry,” Cas readjusted Funko Sam so he could go back to back to fighting Funko Crowley.

There was an awkward moment of silence as the group processed the revelation of Chuck’s ending. Becky sipped her tea as Cas sat back down next to Dean. Dean looked over to him, their eyes met briefly and they shared a small smile.

“Did I never even ask about Cas?” Sam shook his head breaking the silence. “Like, you come back from fighting Billie and say he’s dead and I just… never question it?”

“Well, none of you seemed very upset about my death in that story.” He turned back to Dean, “You were far more concerned with the pie and the dog.”

“To be fair that was probably the only thing that felt right there – pie is more important.”

Cas rolled his eyes and picked up another biscuit from the tray Becky had brought them. Ever since becoming human again he’d picked up a real sweet tooth. Dean was silently waiting for when Sam would start having a go at him too about healthy diets.

Like hell I’m going because of a rusty nail in a barn, Dean thought, I’m getting killed by a heart attack and Cas’s gonna die of diabetes. Sammy’ll still get to outlive us both though.

“It’d be nice to think Jack is doing that with heaven though.” Sam said, “You know, rebuilding things, making it actually good.”

“I guess we’ll have to see when we get there. Which will not be soon, we fought for a bit of peace and I’m intending to actually enjoy mine.”

“We can just ask him next time he’s home.” Cas added.

Dean shook his head stifling a laugh with his hand, “Can you imagine if we’d made him God I mean- He’s three for crying out loud. He made me buy him a Marvellous Marvin the Talking Teddy three months ago.”

“You bought him that?”

“Wait so Jack didn’t become God?”

“God no, no he’s not God.” Dean plucked the biscuit Cas had just picked up out of his hand and started to eat it, “I mean he is up in heaven, but he’s just helping Michael get things running again with all the angels back from the Empty.”

“I’m confused, so you didn’t kill Chuck?”

“Noash fukind matr-“

“Chuck’s gone, but he’s not dead.” Sam interrupted the garbled explanation Dean was trying to make through a mouthful of cookie. “We found a way to umm- bind him I guess? In his own mind so he didn’t even know it was happening. Rowena and I did the spell and Dean set the trap.”

“I was still as useless as in Chuck’s version.” Cas clarified taking another biscuit to make up for his stolen one.

“Hey, if you hadn’t saved me from Billie we’d all have been toast. You were key.”

“Wait so Chuck’s not human and he’s not dead?”

“No- God I can’t believe he made himself human. I can’t believe we made him human and then said that was a punishment – sorry, no he’s kind of in a uhhh…”

“Alternate universe.” Sam added, “but one just for him. It’s more like an alternative plane of reality inside his own mind where he can write whatever stories he wants and think they’re real but they’re not. They can’t hurt anyone.”

“But he’s God so…. They might be real? He could be making them real.”

Sam twisted his mouth thinking, it was something he’d considered but didn’t want to dwell on.

“Well it’s not us.” Dean declared, “And honestly, if he makes another world with other Sams and Deans and Cas’s and Jacks then they’ll defeat him some other way. Like Inception, but with God!” He grinned at his reference even as the rest of the room ignored him.

Becky leant back in her armchair letting out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you guys are ok. You too Cas, he was really adamant about killing you off.”

“Dean was very adamant about bringing me back.” Cas looked over to Dean, a soft smile and look of adoration of his face.

Dean blushed, trying to cover it up with a cough. “Yeah well, I had some stuff to say.”

Becky grinned, taking a sip of her tea as Sam suddenly started to find the wallpaper very interesting.

“So, what are you guys going to do know?” Becky asked after the moment had become sufficiently awkward. “I mean no Chuck, no apocalypse, no world to save. Are you going to keep hunting, or…?”

Sam, Dean and Cas looked at each other.

“I don’t know,” Sam said.

“Honestly, I’m thinking Chuck had it right with the pie festival.”

Becky and Sam laughed at that.

Cas took another biscuit

***

Dean closed the boot of the Impala with a soft thud. Becky had given each of them one of her dioramas she sold on Etsy. It was always a bit weird being reminded that their life was a story that some people liked to collect stuff from for fun but he had to admit the miniature scale replica of Baby she’d given him was awesome.

Sam stood at the door giving Becky a hug and thanking her for the lunch. She hadn’t quite explained to the rest of the family who these three strange large men were that were randomly joining them for lunch beyond “They’re just some Supernatural fans I know from the internet.” Her husband had spent the entire time struggling to believe that lie even moreso after Cas had slightly traumatised one of the kids with an in-depth description of the dangers of invasive wasps to honey bee colonies.

Dean wandered over to where Cas stood beside Sam and Becky.

“Thanks again for checking on us Becky.” Dean said, accepting the hug she gave him.

“Of course, I always knew you’d beat him but it’s good to know for sure.”

“Sure is.” Dean took a step back, “Well I guess we’ll be seeing you?”

“Next Supernatural convention?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Even if there’s a ghost?”

“You do know we’re not the only hunters in America.”

Becky bit her lip.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she paused, “it’s just, this is exactly how I would have written it.”

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, Dean brows knitted as Cas tilted his head.

“I don’t- not that you had to go through all that. Just that now you can actually take a break. Be normal, do your laundry-“

“-Sam and Dean have always done their laundry. That’s how they clean their clothes.” Cas piped up in confusion.

“-Be happy. Get to actually enjoy living in the world you saved. Have free will and be at peace.”

Dean chuckled, “I mean I’m personally good with never doing my laundry. But you’re right, it’s weird but good.”

“We’ll stay in touch Becky.” Sam said.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

They waved their goodbyes and walked back over to the Impala. Dean got in behind the wheel, Sam in shotgun and Cas in the back.

Turning the key the Impala revved to life. The radio began to sing, the opening chords to Kansas’s Carry on Wayward Song filling the car.

Dean slammed the radio off.

“God, I think Chuck has forever ruined that song for me.”

Sam laughed, in the back Cas even let out a chuckle as he leant his head against the window ready for the long drive home.

It wasn’t their heaven. Not yet anyway. And that made it so much more.

#spn fic #spn spoilers #supernatural coda #destiel #destiel fic #deancas #spn #supernatural #spn 15x20 #as you can see i'm not impressed #also becky's gonna be real mad when she gets back from being thanos snapped and runs into sam ten years later at the mall #only to find out that dean died ages ago from a rusty barn nail #that will be her villain origin story #my fic

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pls share some of your spn fic recs 🥺🥺

ok, a few things first:

followers and mutuals who do not have supernatural brainworms, kindly avert your eyes

i don’t normally rec or even read much fanfic any more but this is a CRISIS ok (cont.)

there is so. much. content for deancas out there and i have incredibly high standards, several ancient ao3 bookmarks, can speedread, and want to spare you guys the experience of wading through it all.

i also have a section for spn femslash since I was pretty into that back in the day (sadly a lot less fan content for this :/)

I don’t really like au’s or pure smut (I honestly usually just skim or skip those scenes) so if you’re mainly looking for that kind of thing this probably won’t be very helpful to you. jsyk.

i’m not great at describing stuff but i’ll do my best, i’ll also try and add tw’s when neccesary.

i wil try and keep updating this with any other decent fics i find, feel free to rec stuff too since i’m like 7 years behind.(edit 1/25/21) this is getting looooong so i’m going to start making another list on my spn blog rather than update this one

(edit 1/3/21) since this has gotten pretty long i’ve added rating/approximate word counts and marked my particular favorites with an asterisk.

Dean/Cas fic:

So Says The Sword*** - explicit/85k. FUCK its good...au/time travel where dean is not pulled out of hell by cas and says yes to becoming the michael sword. honestly could serve as an alternative to actually watching the show, if you want to get into dean/cas without actually doing that to yourself.

Fata morgana.* - teen/6k, pst s9 finale. very bela centric and i love it, she finds cas looking for dean in hell.

Redemption Road -misc/600+k. an incredibly long fic from a collaborative writing group back in the day. canon divergent from the end of s6 on, has a cool take on godstiel and the leviathans, as well as the lovecratian mythos connection. ngl when i reread it i only made it about 28% in but imo the casual reader can actually stop around there, the rest concerns a lovecraftian apocalypse that is still good (i think i don’t remember it very well) but not required to enjoy the first half. if you prefer i have an ebook version i can send you on gdrive.

Someone Who's Feeling For Me* - mature/45k, s12. they run into lisa braeden and dean thinks cas is into her while cas thinks dean still likes her. treats lisa way better than the show ever did and the miscommunication is pretty funny rather than annoying.

a turn of the earth - mature/95k. time travel fic where cas from s10 keeps showing up in deans life from a few years before s1 to right before the hellhounds take his soul. slow burn, good character study, and at one point cas punches the dad in the face and it rules.

On the Wings of War - teen/85k, canon divergent s5. dean accidentally becomes the Horseman of War. plays fun, fast and loose with biblical lore, michael has some rights.

Named - mature/95k, alternate s5. EXTREMELY blasphemous in a fun sexy way. manages to predict metatron almost to a T. there’s one major character death and its literally jesus christ, everyone is very sad about it and it sets the rest of the story rolling. an alternate interpretation of cas’ mission to raise dean from hell which had me on the floor. ngl its kind of misogynistic at points, but its from 2010 and tracks with late oughts-2010 spn (sorry anna the author did you dirty here:/).

The Girlfriend Experience - explicit/15k. uhhh i don’t normally rec or even read smutty stuff unless someone i know is specifically asking for it but this has stuff like sam trying to be a good ally and dean thinking holding hands with cas is ‘kinda gay :/’ minutes after having gay sex with him.

i crippled your heart a hundred times - explicit/19k, s8. cas confesses his feelings and dean spends a long time getting his head out of his ass about it. truly hits different after the actual confession, despite being written six years early it feels like its actually what could have gone down more or less if the writers weren’t talentless demons who hate us.

My Roots Take Flight** - mature/125k. reverse au where cas is a hunter and dean’s an angel...OR IS IT???? an alternate retelling of s4. tw for briefly being set in a psychiatric hospital/the hospital being mentioned somewhat frequently throughout the fic, plus more references to torture in hell and heaven than usual.

The One Thing You Can't Lose* - teen/4k.you know those posts about how cas is a super-strong super-tough ancient warrior but he just lets dean tug him around because he likes it? thats it thats the fic.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built - teen/14k, post s8′s ‘goodbye stranger.’ cas is on the run with the angel tablet but keeps in touch with sam and dean by text, he and dean still manage to be terrible at Actual communication.

Autrement, Danger - or, The Account of an Exceedingly Long Day - mature/30k, post s11. a monster that takes the appearance of your soulmate leads to some wild miscommunications and dealing with years of repression, also dean gets to see cas’ true form which is always cool. tw for non-graphic mentions of underage sexual assault/sex work.

Down to Agincourt - mature/explicit/900++++k, endverse continuation. endverse!cas survives his encounter with lucifer and discovers another time-displaced dean from s7. i’ve only read the two of four parts but its really good, veeeeery slow burn, has a lot of fun oc’s and takes a rather surprising but (imo) entertaining and intriguing turn into Hellenic history and mythology. usual tw’s for endverse/endverse!cas but nothing graphic, it’s actually pretty light-hearted (relatively speaking of course).

Nothing Equals the Splendor** - explicit/8k, THEE finale fix it fic you’ve been waiting for! posits that the entire final episode was just a (very bad and lame) djinn’s vision.

like moses and batman and james dean - explicit/31k, post s8. explores dean’s trauma and internalized homophoba from his technically canon experience with sex work and its impact on his relationship with cas. the sex work itself isn’t really shown in any detail but it’s still a relatively heavy fic.

Crazy Diamonds - explicit/25k, s4/alternate s14. fresh-out-of-hell dean and dean from 10 years in the future are displaced from time and sent to each other’s present.

where the weeds take root - explicit/30k. au where the men of letters kick them out of the bunker and they accidentally move out into the country, get over their codependence and semi retire. featuring chicken coop building, sam volunteering at a dog shelter, gardening, and blissfully mundane domesticity.

No Resting Place - teen/6k. djinn dream fic, switches back and forth between cas’ dream of being married to dean and retired from hunting to the aftermath when he wakes up. tw for brief mention of suicide since, y’know, djinn dream.

any port in a storm - mature/52k. post s8 finale. cas and dean have to pose as a couple going through a rough patch for a case and actually deal with their emotional baggage, cas struggles with being human and metatron is up to stuff.

all this and heaven too* - explicit/7k. in the author’s own words ‘...a love letter to every trans person who ever projected onto Dean Winchester.’ absolutely unzipped me emotionally and theologically, its just. so good. tw for very brief mentions of internalized transphobia/dysphoria.

Because it is* - mature/6k, finale fix it. killing chuck does not bring back anyone back and the winchesters spend a very long time dealing with what they’ve lost, cas and dean SOMEHOW still manage to have signifigant communication issues even after the confession. tw for suicidal thoughts/brief attempt.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit* - teen/4k, s6. when cas fell for dean it automatically soulbonded/angel married them, shenanigans ensue when dean finds out during the angel’s civil war. funny and actually written back when s6 was airing so cas is still (or at least pretending to be) kind of an OP asshole which is fun.

Rinse, Repeat - teen/3k, s8. angsty character study of cas as he’s reprogrammed and trained to kill dean. not really dean/cas since its just cas’ pov of canon events but its beautifully written and ends with him snapping out of it through the power of love (also now a canon event!).

Emergence - explicit/59k, canon divergent after s11. dean meets a hunter he only recognizes as their friend claire novak’s missing father, but soon realizes he might be the answer behind the mysterious void in his memories and feelings (aka everyone’s memories of cas are completely wiped away for three years).

Cuckoo And Nest - explicit/10k, early established relationship/character study, cas tries to figure out how he fits into dean’s life and space in the bunker.

Build a Home* - teen/20k, canon divergent s12. sam and eileen are cute and turn the bunker into men of letters/hunters hq and everyone but cas moves in, mutual miscommunication issues and pining ensues.

Down in the River - teen/5k, early s8, cas prays to dean in purgatory while sam and dean try to figure out a way to get him out.

Teaching Poetry to Fish* - mature/52k, ?? BC through the entire series/canon divergent s14 and 15. retelling of crucial scenes throughout the shows timeline from cas’ pov, feat. actual fish and poetry.

the minor fall, the major lift - gen/4k, post confession/finale fixit. dean goes into the empty to save cas and runs into several old friends (and enemies).

With the Kisses of His Mouth* - teen/3k, gen later seasons. dean and cas keep kissing by accident.

Remaining Grace - explicit/109k, alternate s6. au where cas asks dean for help with raphael and dean, of course, does. tw for temporary major character death/semi-graphic depictions of alcohol withdrawal.

The face of heaven.* - teen/10k, au, dean is a regular guy and cas is a fallen star (think ‘stardust’, kinda).

Stories Are Made of Mistakes* - teen/5k. newly human cas has trouble getting used to a human body and humanity in general, but still figures out that he and dean are A Thing before dean does.

Hurry Up And Wait - mature/21k, canon divergent s12. a fairyland and quite possibly LOTR related case comes up and dean goes full fanboy, mary is introduced to the wonders of the peter jackson adaptions, many references and comparisons (including between cas and dean’s ‘friendship’ and arwen/aragon). also charle is still alive and has just been doing fairy stuff this whole time.

There Are Many Things - explicit/28k, s9. cas is extremely lonely/touch-starved and trying to figure out this whole human thing, as well as where he and dean stand after being kicked out of the bunker.

It's A Long Life to Always Be Longing - teen/40k, post s11 finale. amara helps dean by putting him in a magical coma so he can finally get some much needed rest and show him possible futures for him, sam and cas. meanwhile sam and cas go on a roadtrip (or several) to find componets for a spell to wake dean up. really good sam and cas friendship, they actually talk about their shared lucifer trauma and stuff.

Non-Photo Blue - gen/2k, s4/5/alternate s5. fifty moments from cas’ memories of dean.

Tall Grass - explicit/57k, canon divergent post series. cas becomes the ultimate plant dad. feat the wayward sisters gang, cathartic character growth, fun oc’s, domesticity, and lots of actual botanical info-dumping.

on vessels - no rating/gen/2k. established dean/cas, cas tells dean about how he used to imagine what it would be like to have him as his vessel.

search for tomorrow on every shore* - teen/11k, post-finale (extremely derogatory). some angels in jack’s new heaven act out and dean gets temporarily resurrected in 2003 and runs into his younger self.

Architecture of the Minotaur’s Heart - explicit/45k, very canon divergent post s1. dean’s new house seems to have a life and mind of its own, while in his dreams he sees glimpses of a world and apocalypse that never came to be and an angel that looks strangely like his mysterious neighbor, cas. loosely inspired by the book house of leaves (which i highly recommend for fans of weird horror).

The Distance Of The Setting Sun - explicit/17k, post s5. established dean/cas relationship, team free will finally takes advantage of cas’ abilities to go on vacation around the world.

diamond star halo - teen/5k, s11. dean lets cas use him as a temporary vessel while he recovers from rowena’s spell, sam is a long-suffering third-wheel.

Make Known** - teen/16k, s6/7. dean struggles to understand how cas could have become his enemy and whether he ever truly knew him in the first place.

blunt little instrument* - mature/1.4k, post finale. dean finally confronts his father in heaven, very cathartic.

my heart a compass*** - teen/10k, post confession. the empty forces cas to re-experience his most regretted moments while dean tries to snap him out of it and bring him home.

A Crash Course in Someone Else's History - teen/11k, s6. cas from the very start of s4 is brought forward in time by s6!cas to distract the brothers from his and crowley’s plans.

The Cuckoo Father - mature/8k, s7 au. the woman who found cas in the river post-leviathans does not marry him bc he was sent to her by god or whatever, but actually identifies him as jimmy novak and sends him back to claire and amelia.

The Dead Dean Clause* - teen/5k, post alt s5 ending. team free will celebrates surviving taking down lucifer by getting blitzed, cas lies to a cop and gets an impromptu driving lesson. title/description sound dark i know but it’s actually very funny and light.

Suck It, Judy Garland - mature/20k, s12 (after the ‘i love you...i love all of you’ episode). cas and sam have to pretend to be a couple for a case and dean is NOT happy about it.

By Daylight and In Dream - teen/16k, s5. pre-dean/cas, dean invites cas to use his dreams to hide from the other angels. tw for very brief mention of a memory/dream of alastair sexually assaulting dean.

The Five People You Meet in Heaven - mature/22k, post-canon. an actually happy (if sometimes bittersweet) heaven endgame written several years ago, though some details are rather eerily similar to the show’s ending.

heaven is a place on earth* - teen/2k. dean’s pov of some of the times cas left him behind throughout the show, and one alternate ending where he finally gets to stay.

I Cleanse The Mirror - teen/20k, alternate s6. dean’s body is stolen by an ancient elemental and his soul has to hitch a ride in cas’ vessel.

an exploration of gender; angelic*** - mature/4k. *oscar isaac voice* lets get into angel gender politics!! aka cas is trans.

Zenith - explicit/33k, s9. after 9x06 an angry witch curses cas with the ability to see supernatural beings and human souls.

La cucina. - gen/3k, alt s9. dean goes wild helping a newly-human cas find out what kinds of food he likes, or the early s9 domesticity we deserved!

Dean Winchester, Cocksucker at Rest***** - teen/7k, post-finale. john and mary finally come over for dinner and john reacts to dean/cas in a rather predictable fashion. SOOOOOOOOO good omg, its so funny and a little sad and very very cathartic. part of a series that has a few other really good short fics.

The Way You Didn't Go - teen/5k, s15. coda to 15.09, dean has nightmares about the moc!cas timeline.

On Drowning - teen/28k. dean saves cas after he nearly drowns, they both try and deal with the physical/mental fallout (aka the fic where thee iconic “you only touch me when you think I’m dead or dying” originates). tw for realistic depictions of drowning/triage/misc medical information.

The Thirty-Six Questions That Lead to Love* - mature/13k. claire has dean and cas pretend to be her gay dads for a case and they play the titular 36 question game, get mistaken for swingers, and birdwatch, among other things.

Assorted F/F stuff:

Deep Breaths* - mary/ellen, au where mary said no to azazel’s deal and let john stay dead, still becomes a milf.

Like Rebel Diamonds - krissy/claire, they become hunter gf’s on the hunt for cas to kick his ass for taking jimmy. not-so-stealth dean/cas as well.

To Ash and Bone - anna/ruby, same author as the previous fic (p much all of her stuff is good from what i recall). au where ruby is a witch and helps anna when she’s cursed.

Holy Clockwork Angels - jo/ruby, STEAMPUNK au with very cool worldbuiilding.

At Day's End - jo/anna (my fucking KINGDOM for more jo/anna content, the dean/cas parallels are allllll there), au where they are both at the camp in the endverse and gfs.

these posts - ok so not actually a fic but i’m now obsessed with this hannah/meg dynamic.

Tagelied - mary/ellen, the true story of how ellen got into hunting before angels interfered.

Hell's Bells** - meg/abaddon, alternate s8/9 where meg survives crowley’s attack with sam’s help and teams up with abaddon (who she has a sk year old crush on) to take back hell.

The Ecstasy of the Rose - anna/ruby, anna travels back in time to escape heaven and becomes a signifigant part of ruby’s old human life.

Angel Underground - anna/jo, kind of an urban fantasy au with a very intriguing premise (sadly its very short, i’d love to see more if this ‘verse).

Clover, Flame - billie/mary, billie was always the reaper that showed up to take mary after her death(s) over the years.

Drag Me To Heaven - anna/ruby, a variant on the ‘last night on earth’ thing with dean.

Come Home* - jo/anna, canon-divergent au where anna is the new waitress at the roadhouse and helps jo set up a (probably not really) haunted house for halloween.

#if you told me i'd be doing this in 2020 three weeks ago i'd have laughed in your face :/#deancas #supernatural #fic recs #spn femslash #destiel #fic #the alie tag #spn posting

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waywardsummoner46 · 3 years

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(Un)Pleasantville

A/N: Second one shot, yay! Definitely toying with expanding this as well as my Lucifer!Sam and Michael!Dean fic. I’m open to requests and let me know if you want to be added to my tag list (never had one before, oo this is exciting). As ever enjoy the fic and let me know what you think!

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Alright so, not to sugar coat anything but this was an absolute nightmare.

You, Sam and Castiel had gotten word of a hunt - well more Sam but that’s besides the point - and had left yesterday. You’d paused at a gas station outside of a place called Charming Acres but the dude at the counter said something was off about the place… so naturally (or supernaturally) you all went to check it out. And a dude’s head just completely blew up out of the blue after he came in for his phone?

Pulling into the town itself, now that was something. You felt as though you’d walked into a 1950s sitcom about some cheesy, lovesick marriage story. Something that you’d like to stay well away from. Consequently, you met a cheesy, lovesick couple called Justin and Cindy Smith who said they’d heard absolute zilch about any deaths and “this is a very close-knit community, nothing goes on here without everyone knowing” blah blah blah.

Anyway, the strangest thing for you wasn’t the clothes, nor was it the 1950s behaviour, no, it was the fact Justin didn’t seem to recognise what a phone was. You silently ogled at him but he paid no attention to you. So now you definitely thought something was off about this place.

After that fateful encounter, you all stumbled upon the local diner “Harrington’s” who was run by the Mayor Chip Harrington and his daughter Sunny. You thought Sunny was a very sweet young woman who honestly looked like someone you’d get along with, however you noticed her head perked up once conversation about Conrad (watermelon head guy) started. Castiel so delicately stated, “Oh no! His head exploded” rendering everyone in the diner speechless.

The Mayor stuttered for a moment then questioned “Excuse me?”

“Like a ripe melon in the sun.”

Whilst this confrontation was happening, Sunny gave you and Sam milkshakes, as Cas had refused earlier, so you were busy trying not to spit it out as you found that conversation hilarious. Chippy boy gave you the information where Conrad was last seen and then you all took off but not before Sam abruptly said “Alright, you know what? We’re leaving, bye.” And that was that.

When you’d all arrived at the boarding house, a too cheerful Ms. Dowling greeted you at the door, and creepily said she knew you were coming because it’s a small town and things travel fast. Honestly, what is it with these people? From there, and after a brief explanation on why you all were there, she showed you to Conrad’s room and said he moved in a few weeks ago.

Being your observant self, you came to the conclusion that the bed had been barely used but there were passionate and just plain disgusting letters under the mattress addressed from Sunny (so maybe she wasn’t so innocent, neither were you).

At the same time Sam suggested you all stay overnight and divulge and investigate more thoroughly in the morning and yet his almost desperate tone of voice put you on edge. Obviously, you were all tired and weary but Sam was just on a whole new level of “oh this is amazing, we should stay here because it’s so cool”. So reluctantly, you and Cas agreed but not before exchanging an uncertain glance with each other, the intuition of a teenager and an angel right?

Sam and you were sharing a room since Cas had insisted on his own, and instantly something changed with how he addressed you. “(Y/N), please take your shoes off, you’ll ruin this lovely carpet,” and “(Y/N), sweetheart, don’t you think wearing something a little more lady-like would be more appropriate, hm?”

All you could do what was sit and stare because not once had Sam ever been this pedantic or pathetic and he certainly had never called you “sweetheart”, so too baffled to engage in intelligent conversation, you went to bed just after Sam as you were too busy burning incredulous holes into the back if his hairy head. Struggling to grasp sleep, you softly whispered a “What the fuck?” and thank god Sam didn’t hear you because you would’ve absolutely hated the outcome.

The next morning you were woken up quite rudely by an angel banging on your door. Blearily you struggled out of bed and opened the door, rubbing your eyes. “What time is it?” You said.

“Time to get up, get dressed and Sam-Sam?”

Noting Castiel’s confusion, you turned quickly in what was once Sam’s direction only to find your lovable older brother had disappeared to Chuck knows where. Great, man hunt at ridiculous o’clock in the morning. Cas immediately raced down to the stairs to seemingly find Ms. Dowling leaving you rushing to change into something more appropriate that pyjamas.

Descending the stairs you notice the front door open and a frantic looking Castiel waiting in the Impala, waving for you to get in. Shouting a quick “thank you!” to Ms. Dowling, you sprant for the car and sat in Sam’s seat.

Castiel started the car and you asked “So? We know where he went?”

“I’ve been told he left this morning saying he was going on a walk to the diner and wanted a milkshake, but only after screaming at Ms. Dowling who had her eardrums blocked with ear plugs,” he said. You nodded, absorbing the information and pondered why Sam would just up and leave for a milkshake.

“Cas, you don’t think that there’s something wrong with the milkshake? Or like, this town in general? Because I do and Sam was being a real overbearing douchebag after you left yesterday and acting completely out of character.”

He didn’t hesitate to nod his head, “I must admit, the strange customs have piqued my interest and Sam did drink quite a lot of that milkshake yesterday so it might be a possibility that there is a supernatural force going on here.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but you’d turned a corner and arrived just before the diner. Castiel left the car and went to inspect whilst you decided a smart move would be to ring Sam’s phone… only to find it ringing in the back of the car. Typical frustrating Winchester.

Placing your hands on your head, you massaged your temples and tried to think of any reasonable explanation as to what on earth was going on.

You heard the driver’s door being opened and looked over to see Castiel already turning the keys in the ignition. “He’s gone to Mr and Mrs. Smith's house,” was the only explanation you received.

Suddenly determined, you nodded and said, “Alright, we’re getting somewhere, onward!” So, the car started and picked up speed, as you made your way to the Smith’s house you took a chance to observe the area a bit more.

It was definitely something outdated and old-fashioned but the people did look happy, even if the shops were called something despicable like “The Rainbow Restaurant". It was very bright and colourful and you didn’t doubt that even if a thunderstorm hit, these people would still be acting on top of the world.

Upon finally reaching your destination, you took notice of the white-picket fence and the massive garden. The house was huge and definitely unnecessary for only two people. Regardless, you and Cas sauntered up to the door and knocked three times respectively. On the third Cindy opened the door with a clear smile on her face and a very pleasant scent of lavender perfume. “Hello, can I help you?”

You and Cas glanced at each other before he answered, “First of all, I’d like to offer my condolences for your husband's death but we really need to know-”

He was cut off by a very confused Cindy Smith who said, “My husband? Honey, I think you might be mistaken. My darling husband is in the kitchen, fetching his newspaper. Justin, dear, come say hello!”

Again, Cas looked like he wanted to continue but a very familiar, moose-like voice interrupted “Coming darling! Won’t take two slices of a carrot cake!” It was, unmistakably, Sam. You gaped and stared questioningly at Cas in silent question. He merely returned your look.

Moments later, Sam appeared in the doorway. Wearing a pair of glasses. A ponytail. And a fucking cardigan. A cardigan, because why the hell not? He wrapped his hands around Cindy’s waist and looked at us in confusion. Or sorry, at Cas in confusion, but when his gaze landed on you his face went more stern.

“Young lady, do you not remember what I said about un lady-like clothing? Because those denim jeans and that ridiculous jumper are hardly suitable for my daughter, little miss. I suggest you get in this house right now and put on that lovely dress your mother bought you,” he basically seethed.

Now you were definitely the equivalent of a fish, with your wide mouth and wide eyes. You managed to compose yourself a bit before stuttering “Sam?”

His eye twitched and there was no warning before he grabbed your arm and pulled you in the house then promptly dragged you into the sitting area. He guided you to the sofa on the left of the fireplace and very softly explained, “My sweet honey, I know that this is hard for you, but your mother and I want what’s best for you. Now, be a good girl and wait here until your mother and I have finished our pleasant conversation with our new neighbour, hm?” Then he planted a kiss on your forehead and returned to Cindy’s side to continue conversing with Cas.

All you could think was: what the fuck?

#justin smith!sam #justin smith!sam x reader #supernatural x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #Sam Winchester #castiel x reader #spn x reader

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cuddly-dean-baby · 3 years

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Dean x male prophet reader where the reader has a panic attack and Dean can’t come bear him or else whatever archangel’s protecting him (your choice) would smite him so he has to calm down the reader from a safe distance (preferable behind a door)

I tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dean’s Panicked Boy

Sitting on your bed, you have your hands buried in the hoodie’s pockets. The hoodie was the only comfort to you right now since it was Dean’s.

When you got home a few hours earlier, you were doing a little research until you remembered what Chuck said when you met him for the first time when Sam and your boyfriend, Dean, had to see him about something.

So, now you sit here, your lungs struggling to make you breathe and your chest had tightened when you remembered that you’re a prophet.

You had begged Dean to be with you, but he couldn’t because Michael was watching and protecting you. And if Dean was with you, then he’d or you would get hurt badly.

It was the thought of what happened to Kevin scares Dean to death because he doesn’t want that happening to you.

You knew that you didn’t want to get hurt or anything, but you desperately need him right now.

“Dean, please, can you come in? I need you.”

“Baby, I’m really sorry, but you have to get through this on your own for now. I can stay with you but only on the side of the door.” He responds from the other side of the door.

“I don’t care what happens to me after this. Just- please, come in.”

You then stand up to shakily walk to the door.

Dean heard your footsteps and immediately stood to his feet as he was sitting against the wall next to the bedroom door.

As soon as your hand was on the handle, Dean’s hand was already on the handle on this side. You tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“D-Dean, please. Please open the door.”

“You know I can’t do that, sweetheart. You have to stay in there for now, okay? Sam and I are trying to sort out how to make you stop being the prophet.”

You feel your lungs and chest tighten a little more with tears streaming down your cheeks. “Please, Dean!” you cry out. “Please let me out.” your voice cracks as you say those words quietly for him to hear.

“(Y/N), baby boy, I love you with all my being and soul, but I need you to stay in here or in a different room where I’m not in it. I’ll bring you food and water if you can’t be bothered yourself, but you have to stay. I will always be on the other side of the door if you want me to.”

Dean then heard thumps from your side. You had dropped to your knees.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Dean says softly. He waited for a response but all he got was a sob. “Please say something, baby.”

“I-I want you.”

“I want you, too. I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too, Dean.”

“I promise we’ll see each other again.”

#supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural angst #supernatural x reader #supernatural x male reader #dean winchester #dean wincehster fic #dean winchester angst #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x male reader #dean winchester x reader angst

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deancasbigbang · 3 years

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Title: No One Lives Forever

Author: cringewerewolf

Artist: birbgalaxy

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby, Sam/Eileen, Sam/Ruby/Eileen, Michael/Adam

Length: 45000

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Post 15x15, Slow Burn, Dean Winchester as Death, Suicidal Ideation, True Forms, Trans Dean Winchester, de-aged Jack

Posting Date: October 6, 2021

Summary: Dean, Sam, Jack, and Michael are all that’s left, and there’s only one way to bring down Chuck. Unfortunately, it’s stuck in his fated book, which only Death can read. And Death… can’t exactly come to the phone right now. But Dean once spent a day as Death. With Michael’s power, they could go back in time and use that awful day to read Chuck’s book. Naturally, it doesn’t go as planned. Sure, Dean gets the chance to read the book - but he has to take full responsibility for what he finds. Armed with a power he’d never expected to wield and a prophecy that makes no sense, Dean and his family must do everything they can to save the world. And hey, if he’s Death, then going into the Empty and taking something - or someone - out of it shouldn’t be a problem… right?

Excerpt: Dean pulled a chair out and sat down at the table. “I need to get my hands on my scythe.” “Then do it.” Michael frowned. Dean shook his head. “Yeah, no can do. It’s stuck in the Empty, with its previous owner.” Sam blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “I’m not that funny.” “How are you even going to get there? If you can’t read the books, what makes you think you can travel to the afterlife like that?” Sam started to pace back and forth, wringing his hands like he wished they were around Dean’s neck. “That takes a lot of power. Power that you apparently don’t have yet.” Sam ran one twitching hand through his hair. “What was the point? Why did you do this to yourself?” Dean couldn’t give him an answer. Not an answer he would have liked, anyway. What would he say? That he didn’t want to do it? That he yelled, he argued, he pushed against it until he was faced with the fact that it was the only way to survive? Or even worse, that a part of him was desperate to take it? That there was something inside of him that knew that ring would always belong to him? Call it destiny, fate, whatever the fuck you want - for all his anger and hatred and fear at his situation, the power he inherited fit snugly in his bones. It was dormant, quiet, currently unusable - but it was his, and he owned it. And it felt like inevitability when he’d put on that ring. Sam wouldn’t like either answer. He’d feel guilt at putting Dean in such a horrible position, in throwing away his humanity for the sake of the greater good. They were always like that - sacrifice was okay, as long as it wasn’t the other. Maybe Chuck had a point. They’d done this to the world, with their sick need to save each other. Well, Dean took away that choice for Sam. If they made it out of this mess, he’d live… a really, really long time. So maybe he wouldn’t ever die with a gun in his hand, in a total blaze of glory. Maybe he’d end up like the previous incarnations - in the wrong place at the wrong time, strung up by some idiot with a power he couldn’t control. It made Dean feel a little sick to think about. But he had eternity to worry about it. There were more important things in the here-and-now.

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niqhtlord01 · 3 years

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Humans are weird: Confidence to inspire fear

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The bridge of the freighter felt like it had become a nightmare as Lithel awoke.

He tried to open his eyes but even when open the room refused to stop spinning. One of his upper left eyes refused to open and as Lithel attempted to reach up with one of his arms he found that he could not move it as well.

Tilting his head down and saw through his blurry eyes that a section of the bridge ceiling had collapsed atop him and was pinning him to the deck. He tried to rise but the weight was too heavy. Just as he began pondering if this would be his end he felt the debris shift atop him. "Captain!" Lithel heard someone calling him but the sound felt like it was coming from everywhere. "Captain can you hear me!?"

Blinking several more times Lithel was able to focus and he saw his second in command Michael rushing over. He could hear several other footsteps approaching and not long after the metal pinning him to the floor being lifted off and a strong pair of arms pulling him out.

"I got you sir, just take it easy."

Lithel moved his mouth to thank him but nothing came out but a soft gurgle and whimper.

Only now as he was pulled free did Lithel see the damage done to his bridge. Halve the consoles were shattered, the data streams were flickering rapidly as an overload of information from across the ship poured in, and at one of the walls had several panels blown out and were currently on fire.

Michael helped lay him down across the floor while a medic rushed over and began treating him. Lithel was about to sit up and take back his command throne when the communications officer rushed over.

"Message coming in sir; it's from the pirates."

Lithel's eyes went wide and he tried to sit up but Michael put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. They had served together aboard the Red Manta for some twenty years and had developed an understanding that needed no words.

He saw the look in Michael's eyes and knew he would take care of the situation and instead laid back down.

"Put them through." Michael said as the communication officer scurried off and began fiddling with the only remaining working communication console.

Within moments the data feeds stopped streaming information and displayed an image. On the opposite end series of figures could be seen standing around a command throne similar to Lithel's were it not for the adorning skulls and bones of various species draped over it.

They were muscular mixture of aliens ranging from lizard like creatures with sharpened teeth to thin limbed beings looking like living twigs, and even a strange blob like creature that had a knife wedged within it. But the most impressive of the figures was sitting atop the throne itself.

It had the shape of a humanoid figure but it appeared as a swirling cloud of black ink ever shifting. It wore no clothing and had no distinguishable features save for a pair of crimson red eyes.

"Surrender."

It was a single word spoken by the black ink creature before Michael could even say a word. The crew around it chuckled and laughed as if sizing up their soon to be prize; though Michael would soon throw a wrench into their celebration.

"Are you insane!?" he spoke. His stance was firm and unwavering with his feet planted into the decking as if he was bracing for a storm. "Do you have any idea what you have done?"

"Who, are you?" the black ink creature spoke as it raised a talon like finger at Michael, the ink bleeding off of it in drips as it did so.

"I am Captain Michael Zbari of the human reformation, transporting goods to the homeworld."

The pirates appeared confused at this announcement and murmured among themselves before the ink creature held up a hand. The medic treating Lithel appeared to take just as much of the confusion from the announcement and was about to say something when Lithel forestalled him. He knew Michael was playing a dangerous game, and it might just be there only way of getting out of this.

"You, lie." The words were spoken as if through water and Lithel could barely understand them as the thing continued. "The captain, is not human; this, we know."

"First you attack my ship unprovoked and now you claim I am not captain of my own ship?!"

His confidence radiated from him as he spoke and some of the pirates appeared taken aback. They were the ones who had attacked and now had them all at gun point. With a single word they could destroy the Red Manta and be on their way yet this human was acting as if they were the ones who should be sorry.

"Do you have any idea who are cargo is for?" Michael continued. "Should, we, care?" the ink being replied. "You should when Emperor Galvoc finds out you stole his personal shipment."

The smirks of the pirates dropped away instantly at this. The mere mention of the human emperor's name gave them pause as if they had just been struck by a cannon. The ink being leaned forward now on both arms and fixed the camera with a burning gaze.

"You, lie."

Michael scoffed at this and raised his arms out. "Nineteen containers of freshly cut refrigerated Borgan meat, twelve containers of the finest wines of the Nebula Rim, thirty six crates of gem stones from the fire pit mines of Draxon Iv, and that's just the tip of the ice berg."

The ink monster relaxed back into it's throne at this. "An, impressive, haul, indeed." it said and some of the pirates began grinning again but Michael continued to speak.

"For one with a death wish, an impressive haul for sure."

Michael stepped towards the monitor. "You could kill us and steal all of our cargo to sell but it won't matter; because the emperor will hear of this and will hunt you down to the farthest ends of the universe."

The ink thing chuckled and Michael's face frowned. "By attacking his shipment you have essentially declared war on him; you do realize that don't you?"

At this the black goo like creature stopped chuckling.

"He controls the largest fleet of ships to ever sail the void; their numbers alone change gravity of entire systems with their passing."

"His armies are beyond counting and the march of their feet can crack planets in two."

"The depths of his depravity for torture against his enemies boundless and of such horrific that even the Draxic are afraid to incur his wrath."

Fixing an equally dark glare now Michael faced down the ink being. "You have no idea the hurricane you just sailed into."

The pirates began to argue among themselves but the black creature let out a deep roar that sounded as if bubbling tar could scream.

"He, will, never, know!" it said, "We, will, be, long, gone, and, you, all, dead!"

It was Michael's turn to smirk as he pulled out a small box like device with a blinking red light.

"This, is an emergency transmitter capable of reaching across five sectors." he held it out clearly so all the pirates could see. "Once activated it calls in a relief fleet to warp to our position within twenty minutes; and I activated it fifteen minutes ago."

For the first time the ink creature rose from its throne and pushed several of the pirates aside with surprising strength for a creature that appeared to be made of living oil.

"You, bluff!" is said.

"You could stay and board us to call it, but when they arrive and blow your scrap heap of a ship out of the stars I don't think it'll really matter what you think now will it?"

The two stared down each other, neither speaking a word yet unwilling to back down in the face of this challenge.

Lithel watched with ever clearing eyes as the pirates became increasingly anxious.

"Tick." Michael made a sound similar the clock arms of his wrist time device. "Tick, tick tick tick."

"Silence!" the ink creature bellowed, but Michael continued.

"Time's running out for you." His face was devoid of emotion save a devlish smirk. "Tick, tick, tick, tick!"

"I said silence!"

"Time's running out little pirate." Michael quipped back, "Tick, tick, tick, tick!"

The pirates were not frantic and some even began talking to the ink creature in an alien language none of the red manta crew could understand but it appeared to upset the ink being.

Letting out another roar the screen suddenly went dead leaving the bridge crew silent as the repair teams finally shuffled in to douse the flames.

Through the viewport Lithel could see the pirate ship burning retro boosters and turning around as fast as it could before warping away.

Michael stood upright for a few moments more after they fled back to the warp before collapsing down to the ground. Streaks of sweat began pouring down his face like rivers and he began breathing rapidly.

Lithel raised himself on to his arms unsteadily and looked at Michael.

"How did you know that would work?"

Michael looked at him as if he just remembered he wasn't alone on the bridge and looked embarrassed.

"When you act like you have the backing of the biggest thug in the yard, the other rats tend to leave you alone."

"So by claiming to be the emperors personal shipment.." Lithel began as he connected the dots.

"They would fear the hell hammer that would fall on them should they attempt to steal from the biggest threat the galaxy has ever seen."

Lithel was surprised that such an act of subterfuge worked but they were still alive and he would be the last to complain on how it was handled. He did point to the strange blinking box Michael still clutched in his hand.

"What is that device?"

Michael looked at it for a moment before chucking it over to Lithel who gracefully caught it mid air.

"It's a remote control for my room lights."

Lithel looked at it dumbfounded but before he could inquire more from Michael he saw his second in command pass out on the bridge as the stress of the attack and the performance he just made finally caught up to him.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story

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inky-duchess · 3 years

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Why Supernatural's Finale sucked

I'm a little late on the bandwagon but I've decided to finally say why the Supernatural finale was terrible. Perhaps it is the constant nagging from my sister or the bad aftertaste it left in my mouth, but it's time. I was disappointed as a fan and a writer.

The reason Supernatural 15x20 really sucked was not the shitty script or the confusing choices made by the writers. It wasn't even the fact that it made little to no sense. It failed on one simple factor.

It failed the themes of each character.

Dean

For 15 years, we have watch Dean Winchester fight monsters. He's been doing it for his entire life, hunting things, saving people, the family business pressed onto him by John Winchester (derogatory). He is "daddy's little blunt instrument", a warrior meant to hunt and kill monsters. And for all the seasons, we see Dean try reject this fate. He doesn't want to be what his father turned him into. He wants to be free to make his own way, direct his life how he sees fit. We watched him reject the Archangel Michael, Crowley, the Mark of Cain, reject the agenda of the Men of Letters and basically tell God he ain't shit. He begins the story following his father, then his father's plans for him and slowly he begins to break free. To have him die on a hunt is not only stupid, it makes no thematic sense. After working up the courage to fight his fate, Dean should have been able to break the cycle of hunting. The writers even get this right at the beginning of 15x20, with Dean living a relatively normal life, perhaps applying for a mechanics job with plans beyond hunting (this is the natural ending for Dean, a normal life) but then they fuck it up. The fail Dean's character and fuck up 15 years of development for a shock value death.

Sam

Sam on the other hand begins rejecting his father's plans long before the beginning of the story, pulled back into it due to the death of Jess, his girlfriend. Sam begins his arc slipping back into the world he was born into, spending seasons embracing the supernatural far more than Dean does (the demon blood, the witchcraft, the lore). Thematically, Sam's arc is the opposite of Dean's. He is a natural hunter, he gets more of a choice in the matter especially in earlier seasons where he has the chance to walk away in a way Dean doesn't but he doesn't, he always comes back. As for Sam's love life, his relationship with Eileen is developed over many seasons, which I would argue as a foil to Jess and Ruby, his most important relationships. Eileen is not an ingenue like Jess, she is a hunter. But nor is she the corrupting Supernatural presence on Sam's life, like Ruby was. His relationship with Eileen allows him to remain hunting and to seek the life he once sought with Jess, a balance to his both sides. But no, the writers have him retire and marry a faceless blob.

Castiel

It is my opinion that Cas was the one they did the dirtiest. This Angel has defied his own kind, his father, his family, fate and death itself in his fight to preserve the human race. He fights constantly for the humans and the Winchesters, even if it means being a traitor to all he has known and respected since he was created. Cas's theme is putting humankind first, before everything and all. His ending makes zero thematic sense. Cas should not be quietly reassurected and then hide away in a corner of heaven away from Mankind. He is exactly back where he started, seperated from the world he made his home and the people who became his family. Even the final barrier to his character, his admission that he loves Dean, is treated as a throwaway line in the English dub (kids it's OK to be gay but in Spanish 😎) and never brought up. When Dean arrives in Heaven at most months after his own demise, Cas does not seek out the man who was his family and his catalyst for his arc. He doesn't even appear on screen. Even a glimpse of him would have secured his arc, though loosely. There was much to be said for Cas and the writers took his voice and shoved him into a rank of the nameless angels wandering heaven.

Jack

I would argue Jack's storyline ending makes sense. Making the new God a creature who knows what it is to be human, truly human unlike Chuck's gap years, is a smart choice for the theme of a distant uncaring god pulling the strings of fate. Yet, Jack's disappearance from the story makes no sense. Like Cas, he has found family and kindred spirits with the Winchesters and Hunters. He understands and aches to help humanity because of his suffering and struggles. His arc should have seen him at the forefront of a new and more on hand age, rather than have him vanishing and remaining distant as Chuck had before him. Thematically, Jack's arc fails.

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