#supernaural

[jesterofalltrades]

Every now and then I think about how the fandom used to call Cas gods favorite angel then in the last season it was relived that Chuck actually hated Cas but kept having to bring him back because Dean was too depressed to go along with the story without him.

And the writers want us to think that Dean isn’t in gay love with Cas.

#destiel #supernaural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #chuck shurley

[pinknatural]

raise ur hand if you've heard of destiel

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #arttag #supernaural

[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

[supernaturalfreewill]

Lucifer only leaned in toward you. "Are we flirting right now?"

"I'm literally stabbing you!" you growled, holding the angel blade steady.

He glanced down at the wound, hardly bothered, and then caught your eyes again. "That still doesn't answer my question," he said with a smile.

Happy Supporting Character Saturday!

#lucifer supernatural #lucifer x reader #mark pellegrino #supernaural #spn imagines #lucifer drabbles #lucifer gif imagines

[seenthisepisode]

i just. the fact that supernatural trends #3 because some guy was confirmed bisexual on some other tv show. the grip this show has on this website

#spn #supernaural #911

[only-one-brain-cell]

I’m a sucker for pretty fictional men with amazing hair, puppy dog eyes and years worth of trama.

#supernaural #sam winchester

[neanderthal-pessimist]

in 13x21 (spn) Cas says that Gabe wanted to extract his grace by himself ‘in private’. So he let him do so in Dean’s room.

sorry but are they implying that when Cas needs to do something “in private” he does it in Deans room? like I’m sorry but it does sound like when Cas needs to fulfill his vessel’s needs… he does it in Dean’s room.

like babe? he definitely relieves himself in his room cause it smells like Dean. Also, I’m convinced Dean knows so, because of his reaction. But also cause i’m sure he’d rather have Cas touching himself somewhere safe than in a random room in the bunker. Althought Dean is definitely oblivious about how much Cas appreciates doing it in his room. And Dean is definitely turned on by the idea of Cas getting off in his room.

#spn #supernatural fandom #destiel #dean winchester #cas and dean #castiel #spn 13x21 #supernaural

[gingersnap1620]

Make a Memory

Dean Winchester x F!Oc

Summary: Dean and Sam get their asses kicked by a witch whose big green eyes Dean can't get out of his head.

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Word Count: 1.1k

Songs:

(You Want To) Make A Memory

Evil Woman

A/N: This is my first fic! This is the first part, and I hope you guys enjoy! My sister @gingernut1314 beta read this for me. Go check her out!

Prologue

Lillian 

~Year is 1676 in Scotland~

“You can't just leave us here Lily!”

When I decided to join the coven I had no idea of their plans. If I did then I wouldn't have joined and I wouldn't be in this situation. Leaving Scotland and my siblings behind for America. I feel like my mother, leaving them behind like this. My mother, Rowena, is a very powerful witch, so I guess that gave her the right to leave her seven kids behind.

“I don't have a choice, Fergus. You know what they're trying to make me do! Leaving is the only way to keep all of you and the world safe.” At this point, I'm just throwing the things I need in the only travel bag we own. It's big and brown and basically fallen apart. 

“I knew you would end up being exactly like her,” Fergus says, turning his back on me and walking away. Let's get one thing straight, I am nothing like my mother. She's a cruel, selfish woman. If I have to blame anyone for this I would blame her. She's the reason I have these powers in the first place. 

After I got everything I needed in my bag, I went around and said goodbye to the rest of my siblings. 

I didn't exactly have a ticket to get on the boat, but that wasn't going to stop me. I need to get on that boat. So carrying my bag on my shoulder I snuck my way onto the boat and down to the storage rooms to hide. 

As the ship started sailing off I looked out a small circle-shaped window and saw my home get further and further away. Saying that I'm scared would be an understatement, I've never been farther than the city. 

I'm going to stop those witches. I won't let them go through with their plan even if it's the last thing I do.

Dean

~338 years later in America~

Sam and I thought that this would be an in-and-out kind of vamp job, and it was until we walked past this door. 

“What are they talking about?” I whispered to Sam as the girl in the room paced back and forth with her hand on her hip. She has curly red hair and big green eyes. “This chick kinda looks like Rowena,” I whispered to Sam. 

“I know I was just thinking that.” 

“Hopefully she's not a witch like her,” I said that as a joke, but of course right as I say it the door flings open and we get shoved which leads to us toppling onto the floor. Before I could get up the woman squats down right next to me yanking the back of my hair to make me look up at her. Her green eyes pierced into my soul. 

“Who do we have here, shall we find out?” She asked the man who hadn't moved from his spot behind his desk since we came in.

“How about not.” I spit out.

Wrong move. 

She pressed her fingers on my head. The last thing I remember seeing before I blacked out was her eyes glowed with green light. 

“Well, well, well. If it isn't Dean Winchester.” She leaves me lying on the floor as she stands up. 

What the hell just happened? How does she know my name?

“So, that must mean that you're Sam Winchester.” She said, pointing at Sam.

“What the hell did you just do to me bitch?” She walks to the man behind the desk giving Sam and I time to get up. 

I've said it before and I'll say it again I fucking hate witches. 

“Nothing, I just looked into your head, jeez stop being dramatic.” She said, with a dismissive hand.

Oh, I'm being dramatic now! I don't think so! 

I pulled my gun out and pulled the trigger, shooting her right in her stomach. She snapped her head down to find blood oozing from her shirt, a shocked look on her face. Her green eyes snapped back at me, rage burning in her eyes. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I just got this shirt!” She flung my gun across the room as Sam pulled his gun out and shot her again, this time right in the middle of her chest. She looked down at the bullet hole, rolled her eyes, and flung Sam across the room. I watched him hit the wall and pass out.

“Sam!” 

“He’ll be fine.” The man behind the desk decides to pitch in. I forgot he was even in the room. Apparently, so did the red-haired witch because she looked surprised when he talked. 

“Oh! I thought I already took care of you, I guess not.” And with one sharp flick of her hand, the man's head fell off.  “Don’t worry he wasn't human.” She says as she walks around his desk to pick his head up and show me his fangs. 

“A vamp? What do you get out of killing a vamp?” 

“Oh nothing, he just wasn’t helping me out with my problem.”

“Problem?” I guess I asked too many questions because just as it left my lips she flung me into the wall, pinning me there. 

“I realize I haven’t fully introduced myself, my name is Lillian.” She was walking over to me. “I don't want to hurt you two, you're just giving me no choice” 

“You know it doesn’t really feel like that.” She stopped in front of me, placing her hand gently on my shoulder. Her eyes started to light up a dark green color. She must be pretty powerful. 

Great. 

“I'm sorry that I made you feel that way.” Her hand started traveling down my chest, where her other hand joined beside it. 

I closed my eyes tight, prepping for what was about to come. 

I felt her hands leave my body suddenly. My eyes flew open and I found Sam slapping a pair of silver cuffs on her. 

“Fucking Winchesters.” She spit out as we put her in the back of the impala. 

“Are you sure you don’t just want to kill her Dean?” Sam asked after he shut the door on her. I walked around the back of the car to get to the driver's side.

“Something about her just makes me think that she's important. I don’t know man.” Sam glanced back down at her through the window and opened his door.

“Alright, I trust you, but let's go, my head is still throbbing.” He then sat down in the car and closed the door. I opened my door and did the same. 

I flipped the radio on and “Evil Women” by Electric Light Orchestra blasted through the speakers. A smirk pulled at my lips as I bobbed my head to the beat. As I turned to look at the witch I noticed Sam shaking his head at me. 

“I hope you have good taste in music” 

“I have exquisite taste in music, but this is utter garbage” I shrugged in return, placing my hands on the steering wheel and whipped out of that place.

#dean winchester x oc #dean spn x oc #dean x oc #supernaural #spn #sam winchester #sam spn #rowena macleod #rowena spn #rowena supernatural #crowely #crowley spn #spn fic #supernatural fic #suprnatural fanfic #spn fanfic #make a memory #dividers by cafekitsune

[mom-and-popcosmic]

Frontierland

New cowboy style Sam painting for Momento Con. This one is 14x11 on canvas. A companion piece to "High Noon".

#pop! cosmic #fandom by fandom #sam winchester #jared padalecki #supernaural

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

#Sam #Samuel Cullman-Thompson #wolf shifter #shapeshifter #immortal #supernaural #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr #inbetweendreams #Youtube

[quinneleanor]

#Trope #Trope talk #wincest #supernaural #supernatural polls #samdean #the epic love story of sam and dean #Fanfiction

[chappelroan]

supernatural, season 3 episode 10 | john winchester's diary | the diary of anaïs nin | the palace of illusions, chitra banerjee divakaruni | supernatural, season 1 episode 18 | shock and awe series, arnold mesches | my cousin rachel, daphne du maurier | supernatural, season 10 episode 23

#dean winchester #john winchester #supernaural #web weaving #spnedit #*

[linipik]

Haven't been on Tumblr in a minute but I just scrolled and OOP- CREAKNATURAL I NEED MORE PLS

YESS!! the ultimate Supernatural x Craig of the Creek AU!

I know there are like... 4 of us who know and like both things so thank you!!

Took my time with this one but here you go!

Sammy really into some of the Men of Letters files

And of course, one of the ultimate Destiel scenes, the one with the cowboy hats (forever in my heart)

here is the useful tag with all about this crossover

#creeknatural #craig of the creek #supernaural #spn #destiel #supernatural au #dean winchester #fanart #castiel #sam winchester #also the craig style is so perfect for storyboard i love it here

[raz-writes-the-thing]

I just watched the season ten finale of supernatural for the first time and I am fucking SPEECHLESS

#just #WHAT THE F U C K #supernaural #spn #Raz speaks

[lupine-princess]

She Thinks

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: M? (just to be safe, since there is discussion of sex and violence in later parts.)

Pairing: Female OC x ??? (it's a surprise/choose your own-ish? There is a reveal moment, but you could easily put in whoever you want I suppose)

Warnings: implied rough sex/choking/etc., torture/violence in later parts

Word Count: 1523

Cross posted on AO3 @- Lupine_Princess

My first ever fan fiction, so please be gentle. This is going to be in 3 parts, because the rabid plot bunny would go away and the Main Female stfu...this so did not go how I thought it would, but the character wants what the character wants right? Right...? Part 1 seems to be the shortest of the 3, but part 2 is a *beast* so I'm preemptively apologizing now. lol

Anyway, this is a song fic, but I'm not tagging the song or the singer in the first 2 parts to as not to give it away, but *will* be giving credit where it is due, because I'm not a total asshole. Also, there's no real dialogue in this, because writing dialogue, the same as writing smut, scares the hell out of me right now...maybe one day...

Also, to @kittenofdoomage, thank you for the inspiration and encouragement. You rock! ❤️❤️❤️

Alright, well...here we go...

Part One

The woman lies on the bed and stares at the ceiling as her mind wanders over the course of her life to this point. She can remember with perfect clarity certain events, or more accurately, certain people. People such as her past lovers. She can remember each and every face, their names, how their liaison began, how they went, and especially how it ended. It should be noted, she points out in her own mind, that not only did none of her relationships end badly, they also never began before she knew everything there was to know about the man in question. She was near obsessive about knowing who she was involving herself with before the event took place. A woman can never be too careful after all, she says internally with a sneer that would have her Mama clutching her pearls and reaching for the nearest switch. Of course, if Mama were still alive, the woman knew she wouldn’t have allowed the situation that led the woman to where she is right now.

Oh, Mama. I’m so sorry, she sighs. She fights back the tears that spring to her eyes because she hadn’t cried thus far, and she doesn’t intend to start now. She will keep what dignity remains to her or die trying. Also, Mama always said that if the tears didn’t benefit you, they were pointless wastes of time and energy better spent achieving your goals by other means. Tears won’t help the woman now, she knows, so the best thing she can do is make Mama proud and control herself. If nothing else, the woman can and will take pleasure in frustration her lack of tears would cause. The thought makes her smile briefly, before she realizes that particular train of thought will only lead to pondering her current circumstances again, and she doesn’t want to do that right now. Instead of dealing with that, she casts her mind back to thoughts of her former flames.

She smiles as she remembers them. Each one tall, handsome, and if not rich, then powerful. Or connected to people who were. Her first success began in her junior year of high school. Robbie, the Mayor’s son, was so sweet but painfully stupid. She did help him smarten up a bit and was even responsible for his graduating. His family was very grateful and had all but adopted her at his graduation ceremony. Mama had never looked so proud. Eventually though the woman had tired of being unable to hold an intelligent conversation with him a predicament nothing could ever change, apparently. Still, she didn’t want to let him go completely so, as would become a matter of course for her, her modus operandi if you will, she introduced him to a very pretty, if somewhat dim, friend of hers that he later married. Robbie and Grace now had three beautiful children, who seemed to already be smarter than their parents, possibly due more to the woman’s own place as the children’s godmother than their parent’s child-rearing skills. After the oldest was born, Robbie had decided that he would run for his father’s old position, and of course the woman became his campaign manager and right-hand woman when he was elected. Someone had to take charge and help him muddle through actually using what passed for his brain (or otherwise do his thinking for him, the woman adds with a smirk), and it certainly wasn’t going to be his sweet, easily satisfied, simple-minded wife. Oh, tongues may wag, as they are wont to do in a small town, but the woman would never dream of engaging in inappropriate behavior with dear Robbie. Nor would she allow him to engage in such things with anyone else and risk a scandal. The very idea was laughable and frankly insulting. As if she would risk everything for a night of lukewarm passion. HA! she scoffs to herself.

And so, it went. Troy: the banker’s eldest, married to Bethney, one child and one on the way; always happy to lend a hand the woman needed financial advice or help getting a loan once his father retired and handed the bank over to him. Jordan: the Chief of Police, married to Cora, two kids, precocious twin boys that were the apple of their Godmother’s eye, just like all of her other godchildren, the woman refuses to play favorites, thank you very much; always pleased to send an officer to investigate any suspicious noises or walk her to her car when she left the office late at night, not to mention the fact that she hadn’t gotten a parking or speeding ticket in years, even though she probably (most certainly) should have. Brian: the District attorney, married to Angela, no kids just yet, but there will be a beautiful little girl gracing their home within the next few months assuming the adoption goes through without a problem, which it should considering all of the work the woman has put in ensuring that the couple can grow their family like they so dearly want; not exactly useful just yet, but the woman had no doubt that, should his particular expertise be necessary…well, it’s better not to even contemplate that actually. Premeditation is an ugly word that gets thrown around far too easily after all.

Last was Zachary, never Zack, the woman remembers with a shudder of pleasurable fear and a secret smile: a businessman who made his money in various industries including oil, automobiles, construction, and more, married to Trisha, no children and the couple didn’t want any they were happy to tell anyone who asked. The woman didn’t judge of course, it even made sense in a way what with all of the traveling the couple did…among other things. Zachary is the most dangerous of the woman’s former lovers, after all, and arguably the most useful due to his versatility, intelligence, and ruthlessness, and his less than totally legal side businesses meant the money never stopped flowing. She had very nearly decided to marry Zachary herself, the woman recalls, but when she found out that he categorically refused to have children out of fear that his enemies would try to use them against him, which wasn’t exactly and unfounded fear if the woman was honest, she had decided against it and introduced him to Trisha, who not only did not want children, but was unable to conceive because of an injury she suffered as a child herself. Darling Trisha had made peace with having her choice taken away like that, which she had told the woman had bothered her more than the fact that she would never grow a child in her own womb, and Zachary had accepted all of this with relish. The woman privately thought it was at least partially due to the knowledge that there would never be any “accidents” or “surprises,” but again, the woman didn’t judge. One of the things the woman had loved about Zachary was his practicality after all.

There were others interspersed in between them over the years, none of whom were ‘flings’ (the woman nearly retches at the thought) by any means and all of whom had left town and done well for themselves elsewhere, but together Robbie, Troy, Brian, and Zachary represented her most useful former lovers and her biggest successes. But perhaps it was the woman’s liaison with Zachary that awoke in her a need for a different type of man, and a recklessness that would seem to be her rather sharp downfall. Someone or something has to be to blame for her current predicament, because it certainly isn’t entirely her alone, though she can see her own missteps, especially when she allows herself to recall the one man she was with that she hadn’t vetted. And not ‘hadn’t vetted completely or properly,’ no. The woman hadn’t vetted him at all. She nearly drove herself mad trying to find out information about him after the fact, which is never as effective, and had produced absolutely nothing. The nothing, as well as the absolutely mind-blowing sex she had enjoyed with the man, meant that he rarely, if ever, leaves her thoughts unless she is actively trying to think of anything else. Even her work had suffered and made Robbie concerned for her.

The woman sighs again, this is why Mama taught me to never go with a man if I didn’t know everything about him. And what do I do after years of success using Mama’s lessons? I have a one-night stand with an unknown person! Mama would be so disappointed. The woman has to sniff back tears at the thought, the vile waterdrops attempting to sneak passed her iron control. The action and the thoughts of Mama and her lessons, make the woman realize the time has come to deal with the man that refuses to leave her mind in peace and try to work through exactly how he led her to this point, because it honestly doesn’t make sense to her. So, the woman does what she does best in an unknown situation.

She thinks.

Tags: @kittenofdoomage, @impala-dreamer, @holylulusworld, @imanuglywombat, @jay-and-dean

#supernaural #Weird tenses #It makes sense in my head #mystery pairing #dean winchester? #sam winchester? #john winchester? #please please please don't hate this...🙏 #She Thinks- Part One

[lookturtles]

Title: Cas' Halo

#supernaural #cas #castiel