#supernatural fix-it fic

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

“sometimes... you can’t tell if it’s been ten minutes... or thirty years....” <-- spn fans still trying to find a way to undo the finale, TAKE FUCKING NOTES

#critical role spoilers #critical role liveblog #supernatural #dndnatural #faewild #fae #supernatural finale #supernatural fix-it fic #sam winchester

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Toastystats: TV fandom fix-its on AO3

I took a look at TV fandoms* that have a lot of fix-it fanworks on AO3. Tagging varies a bunch by fandom and the type of event fans are responding to, so I looked at a bunch of different types of tags. I'll be doing deeper dives into some specific fandoms in future chapters.

Click through to AO3 for more explanations, more graphs, and any corrections/clarifications. Also note that some of these analyses and the explanations of them contain spoilers for various TV fandoms.

*The character death analysis also includes non-TV fandoms, but these analyses are mostly TV-focused.

#fix-its #fix it fic #ao3 #stranger things #supernatural #tv fandoms #fandom stats #toastystats #op #50 #100 #500 #1K

[dadvans]

this is the vibe i'm getting from all the people on my dash who watch the winchesters

#supernatural #the winchesters #fix-it fic also led zeppelin song-fic ok ok ok

[larphis]

I think the closest thing I‘ll ever accept as a proof of god‘s existence are fix-it fanfictions. Jesus sounds great and all - but have you ever had a post canon fanfic that was so well written that it sounded like it was actually canon and you felt as if all your wounds were suddenly healed?? THAT‘S a religious experience if there ever was one, if you ask me.

#fanfictions #fanfiction #txt.post #opinion #personal #fandom #fandoms #humor #religion #fix it fic #writing memes #just tagging a bunch of fandoms this applies to #our flag means death #supernatural #ted lasso #good omens #doctor who #hannibal #bbc sherlock

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

was in the shower and had the literal thought "fix-it fic is literally playing with barbies until you shape the narrative into something coherent" and tbh, that's kinda true for just fic writing and even original writing in general.

play with those barbies. make them kiss. make them kill each other. hurt them. comfort them.

smash those barbies together until you have a story you think is worth telling.

#definitely true for the first arc of this doctor who series #doctor who #eleventh doctor #but also #ofmd #merthur #bbc merlin #swanqueen #destiel #supernatural #ouat #queliot #the magicians #this is every fix-it fic I've ever written #i literally have a series dedicated to fix-it fics on my account #asoiaf #rhaella targaryen #community #trobed #abed nadir #glee #kurt hummel #torchwood #janto #wtfock #skam #the selection #power rangers #umbrella academy #jaytonio

[castielsprostate]

arsonist!castiel x firefighter!dean my beloved

#sjonnie.text #no i cant write the fic i cant i never follow through on fics im torturing myself by making myself finish the deanpala fix #unless..... #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural

[hells-plaid-angel]

Dean had the lung capacity of a deep-sea diver. After years of holding his breath as he drove through tunnels, he'd honed the skill, only gasping for breath when the Impala's windshield broke through the darkness and into the light. The habit had formed as a child but lingered into adulthood as most childhood fantasies did.

As a boy, his father raised him on superstition. If you made a wish when the world was swallowed by blackness and you could hold your breath until the end of a tunnel, that wish would come true. Over the years he'd wished for a hundred stupid things. He'd wished his mother was still alive, that he lived a normal life or that a pretty girl would look his way. He'd wished his father had been the one who'd died in the fire. He wished he didn't feel that way.

Once Dean had blacked out in the backseat of the Impala when driving the I-90 through Boston. He'd come to with Sammy squealing like a stuck pig and John Winchester cursing like a sailor. For the next year, being in Massachusetts made him feel light-headed.

Kids and old men are similar in their love of rituals. Dean was no longer a child, but he wasn't ready to call himself an old man. The ritual had changed over the years, but at its heart, it was always the same.

Dean found his new ritual each night he woke from a nightmare. That night, he found himself in the bunker. The image of his hands covered in blood lingered in the darkness of the room. He held his breath wishing for the dream not to be true. He only breathed when he switched on the lights and found his hands clean. In his dreams, Cas was always dying.

The nightmares weren't helped by the fact that the angel had died, numerous times. His sleep-addled mind took time to sort fact from fiction. Had Cas come back this time?

Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that death didn't always stick. Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that the universe liked to make him suffer. Both statements were equally true.

In the nightmare, Cas had died in his arms. He'd awoken, held his breath, switched on the lights and choked out a breath, which sounded suspiciously like a sob. When the drowning feeling reseeded he found himself exiting his bedroom, searching for the object of his nightmares as a drowning man searches for land.

Dean would never admit to himself he was looking for Cas, but the knowledge was there. There were many things Dean knew but wasn't ready to admit.

Dean found the angel in the library of the bunker, absentmindedly flicking through ancient texts and Sam's collection of trashy fitness and lifestyle magazines indiscriminately. A heavy weight on his chest dissipated. Cas looked up at Dean's sharp inhale. He could breathe again.

"Hello, Dean," the angel greeted, as though he were late to some prearranged meeting.

"Morning, Cas," Dean spoke, for lack of a better topic of conversation. He collapsed into the seat beside Cas.

"It's currently 3:15 a.m. and the sun isn't scheduled to rise until 5:25."

"Thanks for the weather report, buddy," Dean griped. His tone lacked the usual exasperated edge he used when Cas said something that struck him as particularly alien, which was often.

"How are you, Dean? You seem... unmoored."

People in the twenty-first century didn't use words like 'unmoored'. Dean knew exactly what Cas wasn't saying. Dean seemed upset. If there was one thing Dean didn't cope well with, it was being anything less than 'fine'. They were experts in each other's pathology, which would always feel strange. Dean wasn't used to being known.

"Can we talk about something else?" Dean had been working on the concept of denial. However, avoidance was fair game.

"If I'm going to be staying here long term, I want to buy better magazines," Cas stated, tossing the magazine haphazardly. He'd been staying for longer than usual. Dean kept feeling like he was holding his breath, waiting for the angel to disappear.

"We can drive into town come morning. Need to clear my head anyway."

"You haven't been sleeping well," Cas observed, his eyes shifting their attention to Dean. The blue-grey eyes said more than his words. His eyes were an ocean to an inexperienced swimmer. Not everyone could read them. Dean could. There was something more to them. A strong rip beneath steady water. There was a storm raging beneath the surface.

"It's creepy that you've noticed that," Dean remarked.

"You haven't been very quiet."

Dean wondered how much Cas heard. Did he talk in his sleep? Did he call out Cas' name in the night? Had the angel heard the moments of weakness where Dean had let himself muffle sobs behind his hand?

"This isn't changing the subject."

"I've been changing the subject all week. Evidently, it's not working," Cas' voice was resolute.

He and Dean shared their stubbornness, which always led to unproductive stalemates. They were two bucks with their antlers interlocked, starving and trapped in their own idiocy.

"The thing about being human, Cas, is that things don't magically just get fixed because you want them to." Dean rebuked.

"I'm aware, but have you actually tried to fix it?"

They were fighting. Why were they fighting?

"Talking never really solved much in my line of work. You know that."

"Is this about work?" Cas questioned.

They hadn't had any difficult hunts in weeks. Cas knew it wasn't about the job. He wanted Dean to know he knew.

"It doesn't matter what it's about. That's not the point. You don't get it." Dean felt the truth pushing its way up to the surface.

"Then help me understand."

"The problem —." Dean began before he felt anger or frustration choke the words from him.

"The problem is you keep dying."

He'd expected Cas to baulk at the confession. Dean wasn't one for sharing fears or feelings. What he hadn't expected was the look of horror that settled on the angel's face.

Dean scowled and scrubbed at his cheek, quietly cursing himself when his palm pulled back wet. Over the years, he'd gotten good at crying quietly. He hated that he was able to hide it from himself. Men didn't cry. Dean didn't cry. It was a lie, not so much a superstition, but a fable. A story he told himself.

"Dean I — I didn't realise my death... affected you so much. I apologise for the oversight," Cas spoke slowly, as though deliberately choosing each word with care.

How the hell could Cas not know his death, every goddamn one, hurt Dean? Cas was family.

"Yeah, well, I pegged you for a lot of things, Cas. Stupid wasn't one of 'em. So just... Be careful. I'm going to bed," Dean mumbled, praying for a quick exit.

Cas grabbed Dean's arm as he passed, stilling him. Dean felt the restriction return to his throat. He held his breath. He wished Cas knew what he meant without having to say it out loud.

Neither man spoke. The silence stretched long and loud between them. Cas clung to Dean's arm like a dying man to a life raft. For his part, Dean was just trying to stay afloat. Slowly, almost imperceptibly so, Cas' palm slid down to hold Dean's hand. Dean let him, which was as good as a confession.

There would be no confessions. A confession implied guilt, something that Dean had in droves, but not about Cas. It wasn't a lie so much as it was a fable. If a story was told long enough it became history.

He and Cas were still in the dark, biding time between apocalypses. He wished that when they finally found themselves in brighter times, there would be no need for confessions.

#destiel #ficlet #spn #dean winchester #deancas #supernatural #castiel #cas #drabble #long post #destiel drabbles #fic #guess who's back #getting together #my supernatural hyperfixation has returned with a vengeance #extended metaphors aplenty #this was vaguely based on me rewatching #episode 4x16 On the Head of a Pin #and thinking if later season Dean cried in front of Cas #like early season Dean did it would both break and fix them #in my head I'd put it sometime post season 12 #but I'm not picky

[raz-writes-the-thing]

if prompts are still a thing; "your eyes are So pretty"

With anyone you fancy ✨

"Thank you... your eyes. They are also quite pleasing to look at," Castiel replied, barely able to make eye contact with you, which you thought was amusing given the topic at hand.

"Thanks Cas," you spoke softly, that swelling feeling filling your ribcage when something made you really and truly happy. You knew he was probably only passing the compliment back because he didn't know what else to say, but it didn't stop that feeling from filling you up anyway.

"Your smile is also- you're beautiful, did you know? I've seen many forms and many faces over the millennia but yours... all the others do not compare."

You felt a flush crawl over your skin, betraying just how you felt about those little comments of his. And Castiel, usually so oblivious, noticed it right away.

"Oh, I see," his lips twitched into a very subtle smirk. "I did not realise my words had such an effect on you."

"Didn't you?" You asked sceptically, trying to get a hold over your reactions and failing miserably.

"Okay, you got me," Cas' grin widened just a touch, and you felt your heart flutter at the sight. "Maybe I knew a little."

#raz's quick fix fics #castiel x reader #castiel x you #supernaural #supernatural x reader #spn x reader

[radiostranger]

watching supernatural season 15 episode 18 for the first time so excited to see cas confess his love and then for nothing bad to happen at all and for them to live happily ever after !

#let me live in my delusion #looking forward to reading fix it fics immediately after #supernatural #spn #castiel #destiel

[orpheuscas]

When Dean finally gets the photo free, his heart stops.

Then it starts pounding.

It’s a man with striking blue eyes, and, of all things, a cowboy hat. But it isn’t either of these facts that make him freeze. He recognizes the man—knows him, but doesn’t. The same way he knows himself. He doesn’t know who the man is, or where, or why he knows him, or why he’s important. But that doesn’t stop the unnamable feeling crawling up his throat, or the thought that floats to the front of his mind—the only thing in the entire world that he’s sure of, other than his own first name.

Well, two things, really. First, that the man’s name is Cas. And second, that whoever he is, whatever it takes, Dean needs to find him.

[on november 20th, 2020, dean winchester dies in his brother’s arms. on november 21st, he wakes up outside a cabin in north cove, washington. read on ao3]

#here she finally is. the jack-accidentally-resurrects-dean-but-without-his-memory fix-it fic. #spn fic #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancaskiss #spncreatorsdaily #my work

[morallygreyintrovert]

Today I put on my big girl pants and decided to finally start writing my SPN fix-it fic which starts with Cas in the empty. I’ve been day dreaming about this forever now despite never having written a single thing. So screw you executive function and perfectionist tendencies. The first chapter draft title was ‘once we meet again’ and I wasn’t overly fond of it but I decided to not procrastinate over a chapter title and come back to it later.

Anyway as I was nearing the end of the first chapter, a perfectly fitting song came to mind for the overall vibe of the chapter and thus the final (or so I think) title was born. And I am very pleased with myself so I thought I’d share with the group. Plus a sneak peak of the first paragraph if anyone would like to read it and leave me their HONEST thoughts, it would be much appreciated.

#supernatural #destiel #spn #dean winchester #castiel #cas x dean #castiel x dean #cas loves dean #spnfandom #spn fanfic #spnfamily #supernatural fix #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #destiel fanfic #supernatural finale #spn crack #destiel fixit fic #destiel crack #fix it fic #fix it fanfiction #writing fanfic #fanfic #fanfic writing

[destielwarmsthecocklesofmyheart]

“Dean’s eyes were still squeezed shut, but he was acutely aware of three things: one, his knees really fuckin hurt from that landing, two, the familiar smell of the bunker was filling his nostrils meaning their insane plan had actually worked, and three, Cas was back.”

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i woke up out of a dream and that sentence was in my brain…

i am now writing a fix-it that starts with it…

i have no clue when or even if it will ever be finished because i haven’t written a fic in over 10 years…

ill keep you posted

#fix it fic #15x20 never happened #fuck the finale #destiel #dean winchester #deancas #castiel #supernatural #spn #jensen ackles #cockles #jenmish #misha collins

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Toastystats: TV fandom fix-its on AO3 - Supernatural

Following the previous cross-fandom look at TV fix-its, we're starting fandom deep dives. We're starting with the strongest fandom response to a finale I've ever seen -- Supernatural.

For lots more data, explanations of all of the above, plus any clarifications & corrections, click through to AO3.

#supernatural #spn #ao3 #fix it fic #fix-its #fandom stats #toastystats #op #fandom history #50 #100 #500

[deanspunchingbag]

one of the worst loose ends supernatural never tied up/ things they never really addressed after one episode was the whole claire and kaia thing. you are telling me! you are gonna sit there and tell me! that claire had a whole speech at the end of that one episode about finding kaia and getting her revenge, and we never saw it??? we never got claire kicking ass to save her, or a big reunion?? we got like a throw away line from jody about it but that was it, and i'm still mad

#supernatural #claire novak #kaia supernatural #claire and kaia #spn #spn shitposts #shitpostnatural #justice for claire #justice for kaia #i want a fix it fic for them #cw really said bury your gays #and never let them see the light of day #dean winchester #destiel #sam winchester #castiel

[unanimous-anonymous]

A digital piece from 2021 done for a DCBB season 15 fix it fic. This is Cas pulling Dean’s ass off that damn rebar 🥲🥲🥲🥲 Lots I would change about this now, but I still love the highlight of Cas’ face.

Wish I had more patience for digital works — my setup sucks 😂

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #deancas #jensen ackles #destiel is canon #fanfic #spn final season #misha collins #spn spoilers #spn season 15 #spnfandom #artists on tumblr #spn 15x20 #15x18 #digital art #fix it fic #canon divergence

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

something something tragedies based on stretching out the tension-filled would-die-for-you-and-then-I-did devastatingly genuine human connection is the absolute best and most fertile breeding grounds for fanfic due to the forever unresolved (and thus fixable) nature of the ending, thanks to the one-two-punch combo of The Human Desire For Resolution and the Human Desire To Spite Writers By Fighting Them In A Denny's Parking Lot. In this essay I will-

#merlin #merthur #supernatural #destiel #the magicians #queliot #janto #ianto jones #jack harkness #tragedies #fix it fic #fanfic #meta #trobed #troy barnes #abed nadir #dean winchester #castiel #castiel novak #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #quentin coldwater #eliot waugh #swanqueen #emma swan #regina mills #the avengers #tony stark #irondad #spiderkid