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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 11 days

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"You will never ever hear me say that you, the real you, is anything but good. Take these. One day when you find your way back, let these be your guide. They can help you remember what it was to be good. What is was to love."

#this episode destroys me #supernatural season 10 #supernatural season 10 finale #brothers keeper #spn #supernatural rewatch #supernatural fandom #spn rewatch #spn fandom #spn family #sam and dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #jensen ackles #jackles #jared padalecki #jarpad

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spnbeit-midrash · 4 months

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late seasons watch through has me so deep in ‘when is dean aware of his feelings for Cas and vice versa’ and while I think it’s come to the surface to him a few times before there is no WAY post demon!Dean he isn’t thinking about it!!!! Demon!Dean was a dean that embraced all of his hedonistic instincts without shame, and we /know/ he slept with men, or at least Crowley; so he has to be aware of/attempting to re-bury his lack of heterosexuality; and then post cure we get ‘you look great’ and ‘I’m glad you’re here’ and dean trying to reach out but I think feeling a bit rebuked by ‘there’s a female waiting out in the car’ and then two episodes later a teenage girl says the word destiel to his real actual face and by the end of the episode he tells a little lesbian playing a mini-Cas to put as much sub into that text as possible!!??? like I don’t think Dean does a lot of self reflection but that is not buried deep that is AT THE SURFACE there is a degree to which he has to consider being aware of how very not normal he is about this man

#supernatural season 10 #destiel #deancas #destiel meta #spn

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waywardseraph · 1 month

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I fixed it! Made this a little while ago but disliked some of the clip choices. Think it’s much better now. This edit is based around season 10. Figure You Out gave me jealous Castiel vibes and I definitely think Cas was jealous of Dean and Crowley’s summer of love.

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insanesonofabitch · 7 months

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I’ve heard a lot of people say that deanmon should’ve been the main problem for the entirety of season 10 and while I love him, I think Dean watching himself kill the ones he so deeply cares about is just too good.

Deanmon is good but he doesn’t feel anything. He doesn’t care. He has successfully locked himself up in the comfort of not feeling guilt, of not feeling anything. It’s a huge pain in the ass for everyone else around him but for him, it’s the easiest thing. He doesn’t feel the consequences. Human Dean, on the other hand, feels every punch and kick and stab he inflicts upon others and it carves deep into his soul. He feels the high of holding the blade and feels terrible for it. He wakes up in cold sweat after dreaming about the people he’s hurt. He punches the mirror as he sees nothing but the reflection of their beat up bloody faces. He tries to suppress the guilt but its pouring off the pores of his skin.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #deanmon #demon dean #demon!dean #mark of cain #moc!dean #supernatural season 10 #spn season 10 #spn s10

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rosemariad · 7 months

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Supernatural Season 10

so Dean's a demon now. Ugh.

and Cas is dying 😢

this season isn't off to a good start. the one thing I'll say about demon Dean- he's clinging to a code of sorts. he was sent like a typical goon to kill someone per Crowley’s orders but sticks it to the demon and the bitter bitch husband by killing the husband instead of the wife like they wanted cuz fuck that guy and fuck Crowley!!! I'm on Dean's side there.

But Cole...awkward. wonder where that storyline was headed.

I knew it was only a matter of time before they turned Dean back into a human. I doubt the showrunnere wanted to keep him that way, just play with the darkness a bit since Dean's in a bad spot. he's still got the mark of cain. it's a shame though. Given what they did with soulless Sam they could've kept Dean as a demon a while longer. oh well.

the fanfiction episode - aka supernatural musical - Oh my Lord that was a hilarious reprieve from the heavy Dean drama.

I can't believe Dean was getting into it towards the end 🤣🤣🤣🤣 and Sam being a tech nerd 🤣🤣🤣 these Winchesters bruh

nuff Said.

so this is when Rowena comes into Supernatural...and she's Crowley’s mom?! 🤯 Wow.

she played him so much for so long...Oh Crowley why are you even bothering with her? I feel like he knew she was playing him but he wanted to believe she could change and that they could be a family. just like Dean, she let him down, then put a hit out on Crowley after fucking with him.

Jody and Donna met!

Yay! can't wait to see more of them!

part 2 since I can't use more gifs....

#supernatural #supernatural season 10 #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #destiel #sam winchester #donna hanscum #jody mills #rowena macleod #crowley #fergus macleod

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passiveagressivepoet · 11 months

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okay but why did it take ten seasons for dean to get some cozy wear. s10 with all the hoodies and comfy shirts, that man deserves the most comfort he can get, give it to him now.

(also… dean in sweatpants can you imagine)

#dean #dean winchester #destiel #supernatural dean #supernatural #spn #sorry for the thirsty last line but #ugh jensen ackles is so fine #i just want to give him a hug and tell him he’s pretty #jensen ackles #dean s10 #supernatural season 10

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barrenwastelandofbrokendreams · 8 months

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On season 10 of my Supernatural rewatch and I cannot stress enough how much the fat-shaming of Donna bugs me. Besides the obvious point that you shouldn't fat-shame people...she's not fat! At all! She's a perfectly healthy adult woman. Yet everyone acts like she's obese (except Jody in 10x08 Hibbing 911).

I for one demand more women that look like Donna on TV. She's HEALTHY.

#donna hanscum #jody mills #supernatural #supernatural season 10 #hibbing 911

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firsttimewatcherlongtimehater · 7 months

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the mark of cain was truly a wasted opportunity we could’ve had a whole season of villain dean trying to kill sam and sam and castiel trying to find solutions to it but instead dean didn’t really change like at all and demon dean only lasted like 3 episodes and rowina was also a character with a lot of potential but they neutered her hardcore this season had so much it could’ve work with and did NOTHING

#supernatural #supernatural season 10 #season 10

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hurricanejane · 1 year

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Dean Winchester putting his whole name and face on a dating app in this whatever year it's supposed to be, season 10, 2014, the year of our lord and savior, public mass murderer of almost a decade, Dean Winchester.

#dean winchester #i love this himbo #10x07 girls girls girls #supernatural season 10 #the timeline in this show makes no sense because it should be at least 2016 but whatever #and sam winchester not even worried about his public profile just roasting his sexts #unhinged behavior

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sweet-heart-jack · 3 months

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The season 10 final had me screaming oh shit and oh my god

#supernatural #spn season 10 final #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural season 10

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rosemariad · 7 months

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Supernatural season 10 part 2

part one here

so Cain got got - saw that coming since the last time we really saw him was when Dean met him and passed on the mark...Kay.

interesting bit there when he said Dean was living his life in reverse - such drama tying in a compelling pattern of the overall story where there's a cycle of violence at play - reinforcing the theory that Sam & Dean weren't the first set of brothers locked in a destiny the way they are.

so the Cole stuff got worked out...yay? are we ever gonna see him again? okay.

Charlie nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!

charlie why did you leave & go off by yourself girl nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 🥲😢😭😱

ugh the Winchesters can never have any friends. thus su why we can't have nice things!!!! I'm glad Dean destroyed those fuckers. Frankenstein though really? lololol

Cas got his grace back - the one good thing to come out of this season seriously. The Claire and Cas episodes were cool, him trying to make amends but too little too late. poor girl

Dean lost the mark but at what cost 😶 (aside from Charlie RIP) Death got nerfed - a little too easy I say but then again the Winchesters are the protagonists here so whatever I guess.

Sam's puppy dog eyes came in clutch!

but seriously why didn't they kill metatron? I'm glad he lost his grace but he didn't suffer enough....not nearly enough

Lastly the confessional scene - it got real in there. Poor Dean (and this was him with the mark still)

#dean winchester #supernatural #castiel #deancas #destiel #sam winchester #supernatural season 10 #charlie bradbury #claire novak #rowena macleod #fergus macleod #crowley

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 2 years

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Blood in Heaven and Hell - Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Summary: What do you do when your siblings want to destroy Heaven? Try to stop them and hopefully not have to kill them in the process.

Canon: Supernatural (AU), Season 10

Pairing: None (in later chapters there will be)

Characters: Bobby, OFC!Alex Morgenstern, MOC!Dean, Sam. Mentions of John and OMC!Adam Morgenstern

Warnings: Cursing.

Word Count: 2,380

Author’s Notes: AU Spn. Bobby Lived. Charlie lived.

Author’s Notes 2: Finally wrote! It’s out. I hope you enjoy it. I welcome comments and feedback.

REMINDER: Please do not post on any other website without permission from ME. Please feel free to reblog on tumblr.

Beta’d: @fluffiest-dreams and @myloversgone

With it near nightfall the sun started to set in the cloudy sky, Bobby, still with his cap on, turned on the headlights and radio. Making it scan for a local channel and stopping on the first oldies station. A chuckle came from the woman in the passenger seat as she glanced at him and then back at the road ahead. She leaned forward to stretch out her back from sitting so long and scratched the back of her short auburn hair, “Where are we goin’?”

“I told you. I need some books for my next case,” Bobby said matter-of-factly.

“You haven’t said where though. Where are you going to get these books from? I mean are we meeting an antiques dealer? Going to a bookstore? Picking them up from an Amazon locker? What?”

“You gotta wait until we get there. We might be staying a while, actually,” he stated, deliberately ignoring her question.

Her brow furrowed, eyes narrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin glaring line. “What? But you said—“ She took a deep breath. “Oh my God! You and my Father. Keeping secrets like it’s gonna kill me,”she said, getting louder with each word, yelling the last two. She unbuckled her seatbelt and angrily climbed into the backseat; although, careful not to hit him, he was driving.

She pursed her lips as she got settled in the back. “I’m hungry,” she leaned back, crossing her arms and placing her chin on her chest. “I’m tired of these secrets, Bobby. I don’t give a damn what my Father told or asked you to do. I don’t have to stay here, let alone be treated like I’m some stupid child or newbie hunter. I’ve been doing this shit since I was 14.”

She laid across the backseat with her boots flat on the seat, arms still crossed over her small chest, and chin still on her chest. She stared out the window at the darkening passing trees and orange-pink sky trying not to just leave especially with all her belongings in the trunk.

Bobby adjusted the rear view mirror slightly but remained silent while he periodically looked at her.

“I can just leave, Bobby,” she paused, then added, “ can just poof; I’m gone,” she said almost sing-song-like.

Tires suddenly squealed as the car came to a sudden halt causing her to roll her unbuckled self into the floorboard yelling, “Ahh.” She quickly got up and sat back on the seat, confusion written across her face as she stared at the back of his head.

She opened her mouth but Bobby leaned back glaring daggers at her face, so she shut it. “Listen here, girl. I promised your Daddy I would keep you safe. Heaven or hell. If I have to track you down, I will but I’m chaining your butt to a chair with them sigils, so it don’t happen again. Got it?”

Her eyes quickly looked down into her lap and she fiddled with her fingers. She knew she was in trouble so she quietly replied, “Yes, sir.” She sighed quietly as Bobby got the car going again and she buckled her seatbelt.

“We’re just about there,” he said a bit exasperated and adjusted his cap. “Dean’s making spaghetti.”

She looked up at him in the rear view mirror, “Dean? As in Dean Winchester?” She leaned back haughtily and crossed her arms. “No wonder you didn’t want me to know. My Father would be pissed if he knew we were working with them.”

“Yeah, well, your Daddy is something else and doesn’t know shit sometimes,” Bobby replied.

“Preaching to the choir, Bobby. Why do you think I stopped doing cases with him? Only doing easy shit. A coward.” She opened her mouth then closed it, and then opened it again, “Why does he hate them?”

Bobby sighed while rubbing his forehead under his cap. “From what John told me years ago, he called Adam out on some shit and hated him ever since. Never told me what though,” he explained.

A few minutes passed and she finally asked, knowing she should ask before getting there, “Hey Bobby, are those Edlund Carver books true?”

Bobby rolled his eyes looking in the rear view mirror, “Do not bring those up. They hate them.”

“He’s a prophet, right? That’s why they’re about the brothers, yeah?”

“Something like that. I don’t know. Just...don’t,” he said exasperated.

“I won’t mention it. Promise,” she agreed right hand up.

She came down the stairs behind Bobby holding her duffle in one hand, a medium-sized chest in the other, and a satchel across her shoulder. “Nice digs,” she said aloud as she walked down.

A foyer-type space containing a long table with a USA map in it greeted her and opened towards a kitchen and a small library-like area. The place was made of brick and cement and decorative paneling, which she knew was common for an underground bunker except for the paneling. She’d never been in one, let alone one that was this size. She had no idea they could be made the size of a house but underground. Maybe I should get one of these, she thought to herself with a half-smirk across her pale pink lips.

“Thanks,” said Sam.

“Hey,” Bobby said with a wide smile on his bearded face, dropping his bag and hugging Sam, patting his back.

“Dinner’s ready,” yelled Dean from the kitchen.

“Come on, I’ll show you your rooms and then we can eat,“ Sam said and then offered to help, “Need help with those?”

She shook her head, “Nah, ain’t too bad. I’m stronger than I look.” Sam nodded with a small smile and motioned for them to follow him through the kitchen and down the hall.

Bobby and her put their stuff down in their designated rooms —each staying in a concrete walled, spartan-like bedroom with a full size bed, small wooden nightstand with a lamp, and chest of drawers matching the nightstand— they chose not to unpack yet and headed back to chow. As they sat down to eat, Bobby made the introductions, “This is Alex Morgenstern.”

Alex waved with her other hand as she pulled the empty fork from her mouth.

“Alex, Sam and Dean Winchester,” He said, pointing to each as he spoke and then dug in.

“This is really good, Dean,” Alex said once her mouth was empty.

“Thanks.”

Alex helped clean up the dishes and washed.

“Alex, you don’t have to do that,” said Sam.

“I’m gonna be staying here for a bit. Might as well help where I can,” She replied. “I don’t mind. Besides, Bobby doesn’t want my help with his case even though I’m,” she leaned towards the entrance to yell her next words, “PRETTY SURE I KNOW WHO HE IS AFTER EVEN THOUGH HE REFUSES TO ASK ME FOR HELP!”

Her brow furrowed as she went back to washing the dishes. “Stubborn old man,” she mumbled.

Sam chuckled at her nodding, “Sounds like Bobby.”

“Why don’t you go help him find whatever he is looking for? I’m pretty sure it is a demon that hasn’t shown up for a few centuries until recently due to all this new age-y witchcraft movement.”

Sam tilted his head, “Know a name?” he asked, standing there listening to her.

“Gamellus,” she said. “Asshole demon who acts similar to djinns except they’re draining your life force, not blood, and slowly warp your desire to kill you if they don’t do it first. Records show it would hit villages. Possessing the first person who they grant their desire to before they drain the first person's life force fully since it needs a body— look good for the masses, I guess—but you know demons, don’t know a body is dead until they leave. I don’t know how or why they do that. It seems stupid but eh.” She shrugged.

She started rinsing the dishes, “Bobby just doesn’t know how to kill it. I’m sure he was hoping to get you guys to help him figure it out.” She paused,” I told him Gamellus is a lot tougher than they look and it only goes after worshippers at first. Depending on the history you read, it’s either considered a demon or a god. It’s actually a demon that was worshipped as a god but as it killed its followers, less and less worshipped them. There has been no new evidence for several hundred years and only speculation in the recent two hundred.”

“Seems you did your research,” Sam complimented with a smile.

Alex looked up at him and felt heat rising to her cheeks. She cleared her throat and turned away putting the dishes on the drying rack, “Other than some protection using Gamellus stones, I have not found a way to defeat it. I mean other than de-possessing it from their first host which doesn’t necessarily make it go back to Hell with it being a higher-level or more powerful demon than what I’ve typically seen with possessions. It’d probably just leave before it was fully de-possessed, so finding out how to kill it would be better.”

She paused and looked at Sam again, “I’m worried though this isn’t even a demon and it’s really a djinn. Poisoning traumatic mindfuck. While potentially more likely to survive if you have the antidote, reviving a lifetime of trauma which no one wants to unpack.”

Sam opened his mouth to speak but Bobby interrupted and called, “Alex.”

She dried her hands and nodded at Sam to follow. Walking into the map room, she looked around again, silently ooo-ing and ahh-ing at everything in the room. She finally walked to Bobby, “Yeah?”

“Can you translate this?” He asked.

She looked down at the book and touched the page, “It’s a form of ancient demonic.” She picked up the book looking at the image closely, “Yeah, hang on.”

“Demons have a language?” Dean asked between sips of his beer.

Alex looked up, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t they? Angels speak Enochian. Why can’t demons have a language too? I mean most demons were former humans. They gotta communicate in a common way somehow.”

“Isn’t Enochian innately known by Angels?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, Demons are the same,” she explained as she continued looking at the book. She started pacing with the book, her lips moving silently. A sudden laugh escaped her, she stopped abruptly her cheeks turning pink with all eyes on her, ” Sorry.”

“What’s funny?” Bobby asked.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a demon…” her eyes looking up as she tried to figure out how to explain what she read. She looked at them and stated, “a demonic joke.”

Dean and Sam raised their eyebrows at her. She raised her own eyebrows in response and rested a hand on her hip while defensively stating, “I like dark humor.”

“You gonna tell me what it says?” Bobby inquired turning towards her.

“Listen, this isn’t easy. It’s like trying to translate Egyptian hieroglyphs into English. There is a lot that goes into it because you gotta figure out when it was written to figure out the meaning and sound it produces, and then I have to translate it into actual, current demonic just so I can translate it into English. Ok?”

“Ok.” Bobby put his hands up.

“Why do you need to translate it into another form of demon?” Sam asked, brow furrowed almost worriedly.

“It’s how I learned Abyssal, you know, this demonic ancient language I’m trying to translate here,” she explained while absentmindedly staring at the book.

Dean looked at Bobby questioningly. Bobby silently shrugged in reply, “She knows demons.” Then added, “and Angels.”

“This is the shit you and I already know, Bobby, except one detail. Gamellus was cursed by Asmodeus, apparently, after failing to…” she paused, “something about not following his orders but there aren’t specifics.”

“Well, that’s something,” Bobby smiled.

“It doesn’t say what Gamellus was cursed with, just that it was cursed and why.” Alex put the book down on the table. “I wonder what other historical books y’all have related to demons. Sam, could you help me find those?”

“Of course, card catalogue,” he spoke and motioned her to follow.

“Wow, a card catalogue. Haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“How do I cross reference again?” Alex asked.

Later that night, Alex settled into her room. She unpacked her clothes and put them in the chest of drawers: one for pants, tops, and undergarments. The next drawer she placed the numerous knives she brought still in her thigh holsters, two 9-mil glocks also in gun holsters, an ammo box of bullets, a large cigar box of miscellaneous pendant-style metal symbols, pieces of varying shapes of metal no bigger than the size of a quarter, folded pieces of colored paper, and a breast knife glued to the inside of the lid. She paused a moment, closed the lid of the cigar box and grabbed three slim, palm-sized, all metal throwing knives. She placed one under her pillow, one in her back pocket and one in her front pocket of her jeans.

She moved the medium chest between the wall and bed at the head. She took her key out and unlocked it,

Hung the lock on the hook preventing the chest from being locked again. She began to hum No Quarter by Led Zeppelin as she opened it up looking around. There were more clothes, some linens, and labeled bags of various dried flowers, herbs and spices on top of books. She grabbed the top book from under the bags and closed the lid, and then laid down on the bed. Inside the spine was a space that held a pen she removed and began writing in the book.