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boywifesammy · 6 months

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sam's initial reaction to the bunker is actually heart-wrenching. do you guys ever think about how fucking terrifying it is that sam eventually just accepts that he's going to suffer forever? that he'll never have a home? that pain is what he DESERVES, his destiny, what he's fated for. the loneliness of sam's character genuinely HURTS me, especially when they show us over and over again that he craves humanity so badly. him running away to stanford and his short stint with amelia are just two examples but i could go on for hours about how much sam perpetually craves connection. every single time the opportunity is presented he jumps at the chance because even if it has ended in disaster every other time he so desperately wants something permanent, something that's his, to feel like he belongs anywhere.

the sole reason that sam was able to gain control over lucifer in swan song and jump into the cage was because of that little soldier man figurine in the impala. that entire episode revolved around the impala and how it was sam and dean's home their entire life. those little snippets of them carving their initials into her skeleton and how dean made sure to keep all those little personal effects every time he rebuilt her... it just tears me apart knowing what sam goes through later on. he places such deep, deep importance on the small stretches of life that he gets to experience in between the pain and loss that is the rest of it.

this is why when sam told dean that he couldn't call the bunker home because every home he's had has literally GONE UP IN FLAMES, it absolutely destroyed me, because there was so much FEAR and desperation in that scene. that 'normalcy' that sam wanted when he was younger wasn't actually about the specifics of civilian life. it was about having a home, and the peace of mind that he could unconditionally trust that the people he loved wouldn't leave or die.

but the bunker is literally warded against fucking everything. in s9 the bunker is presented as this impenetrable fortress, full of decades of lore and weaponry and information, a perfect dream hideout for a hunter. it's the first real chance at safety that sam has ever had but he absolutely cannot trust it. he tried with jess and with amelia but he's just so tired, so scared to care because its inevitable that this will also go up in flames. after everything he's lost? he can't even consider it. he's had this desperate need his entire life but he's so wary and fearful that he can't let himself hope even when the stars align perfectly.

it's terribly tragic. the silent, burning loneliness in sam's character is so well done and it talks to how much sam's been through that he's genuinely accepted that he will never get the luxury of safety or trusting anybody but himself. it really highlights how twisted up he is despite people insisting that he is the 'normal' brother.

#oc #supernatural #spn meta #sam winchester #spn 9x04 slumber party #he makes me want to cry he is just so tragic #my little man i need to swaddle him in blankets and feed him soup #anyways. yes im on s9 now and having Feelings about gadreel arc #the sam whump is so plentiful i am both ecstatic and in unimaginable pain

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evilhagspage · 5 months

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I love you, too.

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

warnings: allusions to sex, a few swears, she/her pronouns, use of y/n, written in first person

A/N: hey y'all! here is another little Sam scenario rattling around my old noggin. this takes place around season 6, after the whole soul shtuff. enjoy!

I'm standing in the dark kitchen at Bobby's house, pouring myself a bowl of cereal. I couldn't sleep, which is pretty par for the course these days, but especially since Sam woke up.

Sam and I have a complicated history. Dean and I have always been close, but me and Sam have always been...different. Long, stolen glances, sharing beds in shitty motels, staying up for hours just talking. Sam has always been my best, best friend. And truthfully, I have always been in love with him.

In between the sweet times have been some really, really difficult times. Times where Sam has completely shut me out, like when he went to college. Times when he was addicted to demon blood and SLEEPING with a literal demon while his brother was in Hell. After she betrayed him, he spent a while in Hell himself after allowing Lucifer to possess him. And, most recently, when he was traipsing around sans soul, hooking up with anything that had a pulse.

That is, until Dean struck a deal with Death, in which he returned Sam's soul. When he did this, Death constructed a wall in Sam's mind to keep him from remembering his time in Hell. This was a very strenuous process, which left Sam unconscious for quite a while. Until he woke up in Bobby's basement with no memory of the past year.

I jump and spin around at the sound of feet creeping up behind me, ripping me from my thoughts.

"Woah, it's just me...sorry," Sam says with his hands lifted up in a "please don't hurt me" gesture, a smirk on his face.

"Jesus, you scared me," I breathe out, clutching my chest as I heave from the scare. An awkward moment passes between us. A moment full of unanswered questions, unsaid truths. Sam clears his throat as he moves towards the sink, grabbing himself a glass of water. I stand leaning against the counter, silently munching on my midnight snack and stealing glances at him.

"So, uh, what are you doing up?" he asks.

"Couldn't sleep. You?"

"Yeah, me neither."

Another beat of silence passes.

"Y/N...I'm so sorry," he says almost breathless. I turn to him, a somber look on my face. "Sam..." I whisper.

"No, no, please. I mean it. I am so, so sorry. The way I treated you? The shit I put you through? You deserve to, to beat me to a pulp, you deserve to scream and berate me. But you're still here. You're still here, Y/N. I don't deserve your forgiveness. I know that. So I just need you to hear me say I am so, so sorry."

As I take in his words, I will myself to not cry. I can't ignore the squeezing in my chest, the ache of the past betrayal I felt from him. Even still, hope soars through my heart at his apology.

"Sam...I can't deny that you hurt me. You broke my heart," I begin, taking a shuddering breath before braving eye contact. He's looking towards the ground, nodding his head in agreement. "But, for some reason, I can't seem to shake you. Call it self destruction, call is stupidity, I don't know. But I do know that I love you. I love you in a different way than your brother. I always have. I know that you feel it. You're too smart not to," I finish with a chuckle, Sam hanging onto my every word like a believer listening to a revered reverand recite the holy scriptures.

"Y/N..." Sam breathes, stepping closer to me. "I-I love you too," He smiles, stuttering like a nervous school boy. I almost chuckle out loud, a swell of pride rising through me at the thought that I reduced the gentle giant to a flushed mess.

This kiss is a world of different from the first. We're hungry, chasing each other's mouth and running our hands up and down the other person's body. It's frenzied, selfishly taking what we want from each other to make up for lost time. Years of pining, years of stolen glances and lingering touches, of midnight conversations that last until dawn, years of dancing around the truth.

"Sam..." I sober up as he crowds me against the counter, his hand coming up to brush a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Can I show you? Can I show you how sorry I am?" he asked in a sincere, husky voice.

"Please," I all but beg. I run my hands up his strong arms and tilt my head up to his, before his warm, soft lips press against mine. The kiss is soft, chaste, and full of love. He pulls back for a moment, locking eyes with me before grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me with all of his might.

He hoists me up onto the counter, fitting himself between my legs. I run my hands through his hair, making him groan into my mouth. Oh, I am so remembering that for later, I think to myself. When we finally pull apart, he rests his forehead against mine and we both gasp for air.

"So, uh, is it safe to assume you forgive me?" he asks cheekily.

"Mmm, I don't know baby. I think you still have some grovelling to do," I reply mischeviously, biting my bottom lip and looking up at him. Sam's eyes grow dark, before he scoops me off of the counter and carries me up the stairs.

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The next morning, Sam and Dean are sitting at the the kitchen table, already having newspapers and books strewn about, researching a new case. I make my way down the stairs, still in my pajamas and blissfully unaware of the state of my hair. Sam looks up and stifles a laugh, while Dean gives me a low whistle.

"Did you rest well, Sleeping Beauty?" he teases.

"Actually, no. I didn't get much sleep at all," I reply honestly with another yawn, while Sam fails to hide a (cocky) knowing smile. I fix myself a cup of coffee, before walking up behind Sam, running my hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. "Ugh, it's too early for that gnarly shit, baby," I grimace, looking over his shoulder at the crime scene photos he had pulled up on his computer. I sit down next to him and stretch my legs out across his lap, beginning to rifle through the newspapers on the table.

A few beats pass before we notice Dean has been staring at us with one of those sassy, blank glances, complete with a set jaw and furrowed brows. "We gonna talk about it or am I just supposed to pretend I didn't see that?"

Sam looks up, a confused look on his face and replies, "What do you mean?"

Dean scoffs. "I mean that whole domestic PDA shit. Yesterday y'all were hardly speaking to each other."

"What? We made up," I shrug non comittally.

Dean quizically looks between us and our complete non-chalant attitude before stuttering out, "So, so what...does this mean you guys are...like...together?? or something??"

"Yeah, Dean. We are, like, 'together'. This is seeming like a difficult concept for you to understand for some reason. We love each other, and like I said, we made up," I finish, smiling slightly as I tease Dean mercilessly.

Sam laughs as Dean gives me a look that says 'what the hell did she say to me?' before Bobby's voice echoes through the kitchen.

"The next time y'all decide to 'make up' mind giving me a heads up so I can use my industrial strength ear plugs? I'm scarred for damn life."

Sam's face flushes to his ears and Dean bursts out laughing before extending his hand to me. I match his giggles as I dap him up, before soothingly rubbing Sam's shoulder. Bobby shakes his head as pulls a beer out of the fridge and removes himself from the situation.

"Sorry, baby," I coo before laying a sweet kiss on his cheek, doing nothing to tame the blush on his cheeks.

"Who knew you were such a dog, Sammy!" Dean cackles at his embarrassed face as he moves back to his book.

#sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x female reader

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maggot-monger · 9 months

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genuine question do you think sam couldve ""stopped"" lucifer by sitting down and having a conversation with him

what a great question that i am obsessed with anon <3 tbh i don't. i do think sam could have changed some aspects of lucifer's perspective by having a conversation (or several conversations) with him, and that might have helped to change lucifer's behavior somewhat, but no i don't think sam alone could have gotten lucifer to stop.

reason #1 is that lucifer's biggest apocalypse-era problems weren't about sam; they were things sam had no control over. lucifer's main original problems are about god and michael: god chose to prioritize humanity, which lucifer didn't agree with and felt insulted by, and then fully smacked lucifer down for lucifer's rejection of that demand and efforts to do something about it. and then lucifer was caged against his will for this, which is on both god and michael as the entities that authorized and enacted that punishment, and now michael is going to fight lucifer to the death. all of that that makes existing very dangerous (and painful, i'm sure) for lucifer, and is entirely out of sam's control. lucifer can't afford to stop — or, at least, probably feels that he can't afford to stop — because michael is going to come after him no matter what (an idea that is solidified in swan song with the walk off the chessboard offer). sam would need to be able to call michael off and probably figure out how to do some family counseling with at least the two of them to really get lucifer to stop, i think. lucifer's apocalypse plan is partially defensive against the threat of death, and is partially a semi-rational revenge effort, and so the solution to making him stop doing the things he's doing, imo, would have to go back to the sources — both the emotional injuries inside of lucifer's mind, and the very serious threats to his life, dignity, and feelings of belonging that lucifer is up against.

reason #2 is that i just. don't think sam gets it about lucifer's damage? and i doubt lucifer could be convinced by someone who doesn't get it, since lucifer's problems stem a lot from not having his perspective understood or taken seriously in the first place. sam and lucifer have a lot in common, but ultimately sam's family cares about and loves him. they haven't always demonstrated that in the best ways, but like...sam got to come back after stanford; lucifer doesn't get to come back after the cage (stanford//the cage is kind of a bad parallel i think so forgive me for that but anyway, those were the big "[character] was gone and isn't anymore" moments for each of them so let's just go with it lol). dean refused to kill sam; michael is fully going to kill lucifer. dean listens to sam — imperfectly, but he listens, and changes his views accordingly on several occasions — michael never allows lucifer the same benefit of the doubt. if sam spent a while listening to lucifer, he might understand this more, and lucifer might feel validated in a way that would probably be good for him, but lucifer will always have "sam just doesn't understand where i'm coming from" to fall back on because john just isn't god and dean just isn't michael and sam just hasn't had the same experiences that lucifer has had. (plus...like...sam is still human...even lucifer's favorite human is still a type of being lucifer has major issues with)

reason #3 is that lucifer is pretty set in his ways about it. lucifer's original beef with humans has a conservative, traditionalist tone: "humans never used to be the priority or even to exist, why should we have to kneel to them now? god and the preservation of god's creations has always been the main thing to do; i don't think it's fair or correct to deprioritize god." god asked for a change that lucifer couldn't/wouldn't make, and i don't think sam has a better chance than god does of getting lucifer to change his ways. plus, lucifer has been at this for a really long time: he's had aaaages in the cage to crystallize his anger and resentment, and i don't think a conversation would be enough to fix that. i don't want to speculate too much about angel psychology, but it's also possible that it's just harder for angels to change than it is for humans, since there's way less of an emphasis on choice and free will for them (i do love that analogy about angels being like trains, in that they're very powerful but they only really go on the tracks they're on). admittedly lucifer does show some ability to change his mind, but idk...i think it would take either something out of sam's control or a LOT of time and effort on sam's part to get him to reevaluate the whole apocalypse. probably both.

reason #4 is just that i don't think supernatural is the kind of show where problems can be resolved with a conversation...sam and dean (and others) often try to do that with each other and it kiind of works, but not all the way, or it causes new problems, or whatever resolution happens doesn't last. so from a meta-perspective i don't think it would work because of how the show is.

and reason #5 is that i don't think sam is equipped to have the kind of conversation with lucifer that would have a snowball's chance in hell to get him to stop that would be needed. sam has his own baggage, and his own unwillingness to connect with certain ideas, and his own limitations, etc. it's a lot to put on sam! it's too personal, and it's too big, and sam isn't perfect and shouldn't be expected to be, and so i just don't think any conversation he would try to have with lucifer would be quite right. BUT this is why i said i think there's a chance that he could get somewhere with lucifer...maybe enough imperfect conversations (if sam had the stamina for it, and lucifer had the time) would make enough of an impact that something could change, even if it didn't resolve the apocalypse entirely.

The Fic Concept i've been thinking about writing foreverrr for spn is a series of attempts at conversations between the two of them about this! i'll never write it but i do love to think about it <3 the ending would probably be kind of ambiguous/bleak/unsatisfying but it would be fun for me at least lol

#LOVE this question anon thank you i love to think about it #spn thots #meta #lucifer #sam and lucifer

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mlobsters · 5 months

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supernatural s12e8 lotus (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad buckner)

i wanted to revisit that little lucifer!vince meltdown in 12x07 because i thought maybe i was too high to parse what was happening or something. i definitely misunderstood something, but the emotional content still doesn't make sense to me. anyway, details about partial confusion resolution

i didn't think anything was gonna top the leviathans in most loathed (but more in a boring way) villain but british men of letters are bringing the eye rolling heat.

CROWLEY Lucifer's not content with slutting it from one random vessel to the next. He's moving on to blue chips—celebrities, captains of industry. He just got a lot more dangerous. CASTIEL I agree with Agent Zappa. DEAN Oh, will you stop?

i laughed but like, it'd be more fun if cas was trying to rile him up instead of being in clueless robot mode. feels like we get a different cas every episode

there is something amusing about crossing this trope of the catholic church getting infiltrated by the devil and they try to exorcise him with the spn universe where lucifer and exorcism is all a very different kind of beast.

and now he's in the president, of course. they really have defanged lucifer. now he's getting the cartoon villain treatment too. mark played him on this edge of charisma and creepy and ... actually scary, in a way that he felt like a real, solid threat. who had done awful, awful things to our sam specifically, that left him deeply traumatized. anyway, it's not just switching actors, but this story they're wedging him into.

swift kick to the gut while i'm sitting here musing on a president leading a morning prayer that this aired in december 2016.

LUCIFER It's almost like I've never done that before.

???????

i also had a visceral hate of the rape references/"jokes" lucifer repeatedly made to sam (were they all hallucifer? imagine so) this makes ZERO sense. and also, what the fuck, is this a sitcom? oh the literal devil is feeling offkilter because he's just had sex for the first time teehee aww. WHAT

SAM Crowley, can we just get the damn news without the drama? CROWLEY Can I get you without the flannel? No. Still, I endure.

lol good one, crowley

look at me not overreacting about sam sneaking off to make an aborted phone call and trying to hide it. why the fuck is he calling the bad mol people though...???

having serious dick roman flashbacks with this lucifer plotline.

CASTIEL There's been a massive surge in celestial energy. A Nephilim is come into being. It's the offspring of an angel and a human. DEAN And that's big news? CASTIEL Yes, but the power to produce this is immense. It's much, much greater than a typical angel. SAM Lucifer. DEAN W— Lucifer? I didn't know he was dating.

again, are we in a sitcom? tone of the episode is really not meshing with the jokes they're going for, for me. is this gonna be the nephilim i've heard of?

SAM Do we have a plan? DEAN Impeach LOTUS and find Rosemary's Baby.

oh, silly me. i was thinking lotus the car brand, thought the episode might have some car-slant. lucifer of the united states 🥴

seeing them clearly in the car, outside, makes me realize just how much of the driving shown is at night (for production reasons, obviously)

required hair appreciation note. maybe i had to slog through some truly atrocious haircuts/styles and sideburns to fully appreciate getting here

god. i have such a kneejerk queasy reaction to take five by dave brubeck. my brief stint (during a really Bad Time in my life) at university i would kill time between classes at a place near this cd shop on campus. they played take five over and over and over and over. it's a great piece of music but it still immediately throws me back into this really miserable headspace.

that said, i do think it was used well in this scene. and that was a really good little action sequence, nice tight pacing. sam and dean's reaction to the explosion was really good and it felt like they were right there (and magically baby did not get damaged by the explosion right in her face). cas standing in front of it, unbothered, cliche but still fun. but then fucko had to start talking and i mentally checked out.

coulda had fucko drive up in a lotus but no, bentley 😔 probably harder to obtain a lotus in whatever, vancouver

hurray sam's furtive phone call to bad people already addressed in the same episode.

introducing all sorts of goofy ass weapons. sure, why not

is there a snappy name for this team-up?

CASTIEL The thing inside you, it's unholy. It's an abomination.

great. surely she's gonna want to keep the lucifer!baby then

the magical egg scene went on way too long. i guess it was supposed to be high stakes zapping lucifer back to the cage but god it's just all so not.

i really love how crowley's teleportation is silent, no vfx other than cutting so he's just gone. it's surprisingly effective. anyway, kind of hoping they can work out their problems. good pair

the whole dean being somewhat in awe that they got lucifer felt... i dunno. like ok so is this when we find out he didn't actually end up in the cage?

uh. why are dean and sam there just hanging out with the president? and getting arrested? what. great. my fave.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 12x08 #sam's hair #spn clip #dave brubeck #kinda veered into #spnwhinge

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ladyknightskye · 2 years

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Get Thee Behind Me, Assbutts - Chapter 27 "Liar"

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Gabriel, Jo, and Sam sat together in Jo’s room, their silence stretched thin. There was a tension there, a horrible, yawning tension. “I’m sorry, Sam,” Gabriel murmured. “I would have never . . .”

“Liar.”

Jo’s head whipped up, ready to defend Gabriel, but he stayed her. “What did you call me?”

“I called you a liar.” Sam looked over to them, finally, his eyes red rimmed. “You wanted us so desperately to play our parts, Gabe. The whole reason we even spoke to you in the first place? It was because you wanted us to shut up and do what we were told. Finish the apocalypse so it could all be over. Don’t tell me you were surprised or you wouldn’t have. You knew, somewhere deep down you knew.”

“Sam -“ Jo began angrily.

“He’s right.”

She stopped, looking to her boyfriend, her face stricken. “Jo, baby, I would have brought Lucifer around even if I knew.” He snorted. “Sam’s not wrong.”

He looked down at his hands. “Imagine that you knew, you knew something was coming and you couldn’t stop it. You knew that at the end of it, your entire world was going to be destroyed. That someone you love was going to be dead, gone forever. There is no Heaven for angels. When we die . . . there’s nothing. No sweet ever after. Just a place far from God, where we cease to be.”

“I already know what that’s like,” Sam replied hotly. “I fucking rode around with Dean for a year - a year Gabriel - watching him wait to die and go to Hell.”

The archangel stared intensely into Sam’s eyes. “Then you can’t tell me you never sat across from him and wished for it to all be over.”

Sam held his gaze, but said nothing.

“Good,” Gabriel murmured, “at least we’re not both liars.” He looked away finally, his gaze soft and lost.

#suptober22 #spn fanfic

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spnfan1998 · 11 months

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Stay up for Awhile (Deanxreader)

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You and Dean have always had a good friendship since you met. You find him witty and enjoyable to hunt with. You met him through Bobby actually, he linked you two up when Sam was away looking for Lilith. Dean was well aware Sam was hunting with Ruby and was not happy with this for obvious reasons. When you came in to fill the role of Sam, there was some bitterness from Dean. You were understanding though, of course this is a weird situation for him. Within a few days Dean warmed up to you. Once he saw you hunt, you gained his respect almost instantly. He gave you the time of day to get to know you and you, him.

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You hadn’t gone on a hunt with Dean for about a year or so when you got a call from him “So Sam and I may have stumbled on a permanent home. I’ll text you the coordinates if you want to come check it out” You figured he called since he knew you were in a similar situation as him and Sam- homeless. This was somewhat common with hunters though, no point in having a place that can be ransacked by a monster you pissed off. It’s easier sometimes to stay on the move.

The coordinates were out in Lebanon, Kansas. This was about a 13 hour drive from the job you were working at that point. Once you rooted out the cursed object the ghost you were hunting was attached to, you salted and burned it. You were thankful you finished up the job sooner than expected, you made it to Kansas a day or two earlier than expected.

When you showed up early, Dean and Sam were pleasantly surprised. They both greeted you with a hug, you could tell the boys missed you. “We weren’t expecting you for a few more days, the place still needs a good clean. I hope you don’t mind” Sam said while picking up books and other objects in the near vicinity. “I’ve been elbow deep in shifter skin, I think I can handle some dust and books” you smirked “and besides, I come bearing gifts” you pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. Both Sam and Dean looked relieved. It was weird that they cared about keeping up an image, usually that was their last priority. “We do have all the bedrooms set up though so you won’t have to worry about cleaning yours, just have to unpack” Dean explained while gently placing the bottle of Johnny Walker on the bar. You were flattered that they already had a room set up for you, all you had to do was decide whether or not you wanted to make this your home base.

You asked the boys how they found this bunker, let alone get into it. “It’s a long story but ultimately, some of our relatives belonged to this secret society that's now disbanded- Men of Letters- and this is their last standing chapter in America. Since we are descendants of a former member, we were the heirs to this place.” The boys started the tour and showed you the store room with endless amounts of spell ingredients, lore books, weapons, etc. You were pretty much convinced within the first 20 minutes to settle down there for a while. Dean and Sam welcomed you with open arms. While you are an amazing hunter already, there is always room for improvement. Having all this information at your fingertips can help you grow, and having Sam and Dean there helped you feel secure. It was a no brainer really.

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Over the years of staying with Sam and Dean, you had your ups and downs. Dealing with The Fall, Metatron, The darkness, God leaving, the mark of Cain, Lucifer getting out of his cage. Things were always hectic it seemed, but you all stayed strong and held each other up. It was actually a nice break just to go on a normal hunt in the midst of all the apocalyptic happenings. During this time Dean and your relationship had grown closer. Sam had started dating again and having one existential crisis after the other, Dean was needing more intimate comfort. You really weren’t expecting Dean to turn to you since he had “contacts” all around the country to go to when he needed attention. That changed though one night after you all had gotten back from a week long hunt looking for Amara.

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All three of you came into the bunker in bad spirits, feeling beyond defeated. You had Amara right in front of you but she still got away, but not until after she wiped out a whole town. Castiel stayed behind for this one in case Amara came to the bunker “how did it go?” he asked with a concerned look. Dean just threw a blank but sharp look at Cas, he got the point. “The map lit up yesterday in Wyoming, what did she do?” Cas asked. Sam gave Cas the run down since Dean was busy white knuckling a beer.

You sat with them but didn’t talk, just listened with your head in one hand. “Well that is disappointing,” Cas said. Knowing Cas, he didn’t mean it in a malicious or chastising way but Dean’s face stiffened and he clenched his jaw. Dean broke the glass bottle in his hand unintentionally from squeezing it like a stress ball. You, Sam, and Cas jumped back in your seats slightly since glass was flying at you. Dean opened up his hand and buried his face in his palms. You heard him let out a small sob. Dean stood up and scooped up as much glass as he could and threw it in the garbage. He wasn’t fazed by the fact his hand was filled with blood and beer. He didn’t say anything and went to his room and slammed his door shut.

Castiel insisted on cleaning the rest so he got a rag and wiped up the beer and glass. Sam apologized to Cas for having to clean up Dean’s mess “It’s okay, I caused him to react that way.” Sam smiled at him weakly and gave him a pat on the back before retreating to his room. “You haven’t said anything yet (y/n)” Cas remarked. “I’m not sure what to say. This isn’t my fight necessarily so I’m here to do whatever you guys tell me to do. Instead, I got my ass handed to me by her. I just feel like I’ve failed you all.” A tear dropped onto your cheek, which you rubbed off quickly. Cas reassured you with “We all suffered a loss today, you couldn’t have changed the outcome and neither could Sam or Dean. You used the strongest binding spells Rowena could give us and it still couldn’t trap Amara. We just have to regroup and come up with a different strategy” you nodded and followed the boys suit by going to your room. Cas started to read up on more lore.

You laid on your bed just staring at the ceiling. You decide to play your favorite heavy metal album to drown out your thoughts. Dean and Sam’s rooms were a few doors away so you didn’t think they’d hear. You were exhausted to the point of putting a long bendy straw in your jack and coke so you didn’t have to sit up to drink it. You didn’t even change your clothes or take your boots off.

You heard a soft knock on your door for the split second in between song changes. You yelled “come in” so they could hear you over the music. To your surprise, Dean was standing there with his face red and puffy, hand wrapped up. He probably just got done crying. He came in and turned down the music and spoke softly “Could you stay up for a little while” his eyes started to well up again and his voice cracked. You’ve never seen Dean so vulnerable, usually when he faced defeat he was angry. Fuming. The pure exhaustion from running on a collective 12 hours of sleep for a whole week probably drained him to the point he couldn’t hide behind anger. You sat up and scooched over at the end of the bed to make room for Dean to sit down. Once he sat down, you handed him the rest of your drink without him even asking. You thought he could use it, and you were right. He downed it in a few seconds.

You and Dean sat in silence for what felt like hours, but it felt necessary. Sipping drinks to numb it all. After the chaos you all dealt with, silence was bliss. You were getting tired and let out a yawn and started taking off your boots. Dean realized and said “I’m sorry for keeping you up it's just…” Dean trailed off but he didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to know what he was going to say. You looked up and smiled at him “It’s okay, I was planning on staying up for a while anyways”. Dean smirked but still felt bad. You started taking off your jacket and flannel. Dean knew what was coming next so he stood up and focused on the opposite corner of the room, fiddling with his drink. “You can turn around now,” you said with a short laugh. Dean turned towards you and looked you up and down. “I’m almost embarrassed to say this but I have never seen you in shorts before (y/n),” Dean confessed with a smile. “Well, I was raised to be a modest woman,” you burst out laughing considering your career choice.

Dean started to excuse himself and go back to his room but stopped in his tracks in your doorway. “Would you want to spend the night together?” he asked nervously. You kind of knew this would happen eventually. You saw the way Dean looked at you, how he spoke to you. It was different than with other people. It was kinder, softer, and somehow less sarcastic. You smiled at him and nodded, he made his way back into your room and slid under the covers with you.

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You woke up around 4am needing some water. You got up to go to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. When you got back to your room Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed. “What’s wrong?” you asked him. “Nothing just… bad dreams I guess”, he tried to brush it off like he normally does. He isn't one to tap into his feelings. You sat next to him and again, handed him your glass. Dean drank about half and gave it back to you. He looked up at you with this look in his eyes, almost desperate. Desperate to have a win, to catch Amara and put her back in her world. He looked to you for hope. You inhaled sharply with this realization and decided to hold his hand, he seemed like he needed some physical contact. To realize he wasn't alone. Dean didn’t react to this much so you pulled your hand away thinking it made him uncomfortable but, when you let go of him, he squeezed your hand to keep it in place.

Dean laid his head in your lap and just looked at the wall with an empty stare “you are the only light in my life (y/n). I have Sam and Cas but I can’t turn to them. I’m supposed to be their rock, the protector. I’m supposed to have all of the answers.” You empathized with this because you saw this first hand, Dean always trying to protect everyone, even if it meant sacrificing himself. “The reason we let her go (y/n) is because she said she would kill you otherwise” Dean inhaled sharply at the thought, “The binding spell was like putting chicken wire up for Godzilla. It tripped her up but wasn’t enough to keep her contained so we were going to try to get her into a Sumerian puzzle box. Similar to an Enochian puzzle box but Sumerian is older. She’s friggin prehistoric so the closest thing we could do is spell work in the first known language. Point is though, if trying to catch Amara meant losing you, we would let her go in a heartbeat. Knowing how powerful she is, she would have sucked you right into that box with her”, Dean looked up at you with glossy eyes.

You wanted to reassure him that the decision he made was okay, even if you didn’t agree with it. Truthfully, you would have rathered if they let you go if it meant restoring balance to the entire universe. You played with his hair and planted a kiss on his forehead. He looked at you almost taken back, and sat up and kissed you. You let it happen, truth be told you’ve been waiting for this for so long. He grabbed the back of your neck gently pulling you in closer. You licked his upper lip, he took that as his cue to dip between your lips. Dean laid you down on the bed and took the lead. He pushed his knee up against you, giving you something to ride on. He encouraged you with “go ahead baby girl, use me.” Not to your surprise, this made you finish. Dean heard your little moans and quickly sat up to take off his shirt and pull his pants down just enough. You were in nirvana but you felt it was rushed. You put your hand on his chest as a signal to stop “Is this going to be a one hit wonder?” Dean contemplated your question for a few seconds. This had you worried since the response wasn’t immediate. Dean shook his head, “I really don’t want it to be but I respect your decision if you choose otherwise.” You smiled up at him “Then I think we should press pause for now. Emotions are heightened and I want both of us to be in the right frame of mind to go further”. Dean nodded in agreement and laid down next to you. He picked you up so you were laying on top of him. Dean whispered into your ear “I think I love you (y/n)”. You didn’t know what to say but judging by the way he looked at you, you could tell he was being serious. You gave him a kiss and said “I think I feel the same” Dean looked at you with a smile as you fell back asleep in his arms.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic series #Supernatural smut #spn fanfic #dean winchester #castiel #fanfic

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ok so propaganda for sam & dean: they try to kill each other SO many times. well maybe not that often but more often that is emotionally healthy for both of them. dean tries to kill sam (4.14, 8.06, 10.03, 10.23) and sam tries to kill dean (4.14).

in s10 dean has this really shitty curse that basically makes him really violent and want to kill people. however he also wants to just try to deal with it instead of trying to remove the curse because they know removing the curse would cause something really bad to happen. they don't know WHAT the bad thing is but they do know it would be devastating. anyways sam goes behind dean's back and gathers a bunch of other people to try and remove this curse even though dean doesn't want him to AND even though he knows it would cause terrible consequences. eventually sam does get the curse removed and surprise! the bad thing that happens is THE FUCKING APOCALYPSE. basically.

in s9 dean lets an angel possess sam - something he knows sam would never consent to under normal circumstances - in order to save his life and then, when sam finds out and gets mad about it, dean basically refuses to apologize. and then he just never gets around to apologizing about it or even showing regret about doing it.

in s4 sam lies to dean continuously and works with a demon behind dean's back, and he's also doing the supernatural equivalent of drugs that give him powers. when dean finds out about this he locks sam up in a panic room to suffer through his (very painful) withdrawal completely alone. also sam is having hallucinations of dean calling him a monster. and when another character says that he thinks they should let sam out because sam is at risk of dying, dean says "at least he dies human." later sam gets out of the panic room, dean catches up to him, and they have this huge fight where sam just beats dean up.

honorable mention: in between s7-s8 dean dies and goes to purgatory. the concept of purgatory is previously mostly unexplored on supernatural so sam doesn't really know that dean is in purgatory in the first place but also he just straight up does not bother looking for dean at all and just goes back to living a normal suburban life for a couple months. and then when dean gets back he is SO upset about this and resents sam for it for basically the whole season. (this is also one of the reasons he tries to kill sam.)

also they continually try to save each other, at the expense of themselves + each other + everyone around them. they also treat cas (cas!! my best girl cas!!) really shittily on multiple occasions just because he's in the way of their goals.

ALSO. very important. sam & dean are, respectively, the vessels of lucifer & michael (like the archangels) and essentially they are destined to each get possessed by lucifer/michael and kill each other in the apocalypse (the 1st apocalypse, not the 2nd).

all this propaganda might be a little bit biased in favor of sam because i'm a samgirl but you get the point. they think they're so normal but they are SO fucked up. they hurt themselves AND each other in the pursuit of trying to do what they each think is best and they never ever learn from it. i don't even ship wincest i just think they are so interestingly fucked up AND that's not even going into all the stuff about their childhoods / pre-canon

You did just say Sam was a drug addicted liar who's possessed by the devil and causes the apocalypse, I hate to see what propaganda biased against Sam would look like!

#worst siblings tournament #ask #propaganda #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 316

Nihilism/Damaged Goods

Huzzah!! It only took uninstalling, reinstalling, and then restarting Netflix and then my whole tv to get picture back on but I did it!! So an spn double header

“Nihilism”

Plot Description: as Sam and Castiel try to free Dean from Michael’s control, it falls on Jack to protect the bunker from a monster horde outside

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died. I’m guessing that this is happening in Dean’s mind as either a way to pacify him or convince him to be Michael’s vessel forever

Omg it took a second watch of the first five minutes to realize that Rocky’s Bar (the bar this Dean owns) is in the Rocky and Bullwinkle font…like moose and squirrel, like Crowley used to call them 😭 I miss Crowley

That was a really good distraction to get the angel cuffs on Michael

The reapers have SHIFTS to babysit the Winchesters now?? Amazing

Then how did they get back to the bunker?? If violet didn’t take them there

Ugh… the way Dean is living the same rainy day over and over in his mind. Please wake up from this groundhogs day

Jack’s faith in Dean is 🥺

MICHAEL. STOP LYING TO JACK.

Damn. Michael is even more blood thirsty than Lucifer

Sam’s so desperate for whatever cab save Dean

I’m not going to make comments about why Dean’s mind seems empty

It’s really just super dark because of the trauma

Oh good. Dean’s…….oh no. Michael’s adjusting Dean’s memory to fit what Sam and Cas are saying , but not faster than Sam can make him remember

TWO JENSENS??

Not only is Michael cruel, he’s annoying. He’s stalling til his monster army gets to the bunker

Oh damn!! Since they can’t actually kick Michael out, they shoved him in the cooler of the fake bar in Dean’s mind and now Dean is The Cage. Ngl. It was kinda hot to hear him say that for some reason

Me to Megumi 🤝 Cas to Jack: I’m not mad at you, I’m just trying to keep you safe, and you are making it SO. DIFFICULT.

Awwww it WAS Billie who got them out of the place Michael was at the beginning

Well, at least now I know that whatever fate is in Billie’s books can be changed because I know for a fact Dean doesn’t die the way her books tell it. It’s way, way stupider

Omg they’re really Avengers Infinity War/Endgame-ing this. All of the books say Dean dies with Michael escaping his mind and burning down the world….except one. The one where he dies on a rusty nail for some reason

That said, I can’t believe Billie let him read AND KEEP THE ONE BOOK WHERE IT DOESNT HAPPEN?!

“Damaged Goods”

Plot Description: Dean decides to spend some time with his mother—until Nick shows up looking for a secret Mary stashed away for safekeeping

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: if Nick wanted to kill me, he just would

How does this demon not recognize Lucifer’s vessel

“We don’t hug. I mean, we do, but only if it’s the end of the world or something” truer words never spoken, Sammy

I’m so glad Dean has Donna to take him to go get the best burger

😭😭😭 I’m so proud of Dean for making his needs known and seeing that they are met, even if he’s not forthcoming about WHY he needs them

I MUST know what’s in the Winchester Surprise

When did they get Garth out of the trunk?

Yeah, I ALWAYS think “I should do some welding” when the archangel banging around in my brain starts making my vision go wonky

Nick, you can’t roll up to a small town in a creeper van asking for the friend of the sheriff…

Nick better not actually hurt Donna

I hate that they’re probably right to worry about Dean, but I also don’t like that they’re going behind Dean’s back like this, ESPECIALLY Sam, who seems to be on his way to the cabin

Dean’s read the one way he won’t die with Michael taking over. I don’t know how the whole story goes or if they’re able to divert that to something else but…..let him have some time to process

Ok, we’re getting closer to whatever Dean’s really up to

So Nick is angry because Mary trapped the demon (instead of killing) who killed Nick’s family. I can’t believe he just asked her if she still had the box like she wasn’t dead for three decades

Oh…but she knows where the box is

I really hate Nick putting these women in danger.

The way the writers can’t come up with another way of describing an archangel possessing one of the boys other than “wearing me to the prom” it’s been like ten years, and they’re still going with that

Dean, you’re not talking about Nick when you mention people you think are past saving…or you’re not JUST talking about Nick

Nick, you dumb piece of shit, don’t you dare hurt Mary

Boys!! And Donna!! Thank god you showed up

You know it’s bad if Sam doesn’t think you’re worth saving

What was — oh. Oh no. Dean. Dean, you HAVE to realize Sam is not going to let you do this. He built some kind of box nothing can escape and is planning to pay some hush money for someone to drop said box (WITH HIM INSIDE) into the Pacific Ocean, so it’s just him and Michael duking it out in his brain FOREVER. Sam KNOWS what it’s like to be stuck with an arch angel or two. There is no way this happens

I can’t believe you were ever part of Team Free Will, the way you’re talking, Dean. I can’t believe you’re asking Sam to help you with this insane plan and I CANNOT BELIEVE HE AGREED

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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Sam’s Story Corner

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For anyone who'd like to participate, our next Item is: "Share a Defining Moment in Your Characters Life" that the show doesn't cover or doesn't adequately cover."

Ruby

My First Time

Once I became a demon in Hell, it didn’t take long before I was thrown into the job of Crossroads Demon. It always sounded better than just a demon. Truth be told, it was just like any other job. The higher up the food chain you go, the more work you have to do. While my territory widened considerably, so did the pressure to get more done. Being a lowly demon meant close supervision from other, higher, demons and it chaffed. By the time I got my ‘promotion’, I was more than ready to get the hell out of…well, Hell.

I got about a week’s worth of OJT (on the job training) and then was sent out on my own. The whole world literally opened up to me. Language had no barriers. It came along with the job title. I could be in Iran in the morning, and the Canadian wilderness in the evening. I went where called, 24 hours a day.

I’ve heard it said you never forget your ‘first time’. Believe me, it’s true.

I had been a Crossroads Demon for nearly a century before one of the ‘perks’ of being a demon knocked me on my ass. I’d been summoned by a young man in the Massachusetts territory in 1645. He wanted to sell his soul to be with his ‘great love’. (Love and money are always the top two reasons someone sells their soul.)

We were discussing terms when another young man appeared. It seems my client had picked a betrothed young girl to fall in love with. And her fiancé was none too happy about her running off with someone else. The fiancé decided to take matters into his own hands and had come armed with a musket. One thing led to another and before I knew it, my client thought I was fair game to hide behind when the fiancé shot at him.

Before I could react I felt a punch in my right shoulder and was knocked on my ass. My 'perk' of not dying saved me. After struggling to stand, I looked down at my shift and saw the hole in it. “God Damn It!” I cried out. “Look what you’ve done to my favorite shift!” Feeling the energy build, I thrust out my hands and blasted them both against the nearest trees. I was not leaving without my soul! And by damned, I was taking a bonus as well! The fear of what I might still do to them, convinced my client to finish the terms, thus getting his girl and the other to accept ten more years of living or die on the spot.

I’ve managed to avoid getting shot more often than not. But I can definitely agree, ‘You never forget your first time.’

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Sam

((Time Period: “Exile on Main St.” Season 6 Episode 1 #Soulless))

I stood back from the road, hidden in the shadows cast from the streetlight, and stared across at the little house at 11 Main Street. Dean lived there. Had for almost a year now with Lisa and Ben, trying to make family life work. I’d pushed him to it, made him promise me that once I carried Lucifer back into the pit, that he’d come back here and try… that he’d not waste time trying to get me back.

And as far as I knew, he hadn’t. Wasted the time. Something else had seen fit to return me top side, but after running down every clue, I still didn’t know if Angel’s or Demon’s or something unknown altogether was behind it. So, I did what I could do, I Hunted.

I fought every night. Black blood running over my blade. Always a smirk on my lips. Enjoying it. The screams, the final look of terror. The blast of light as the demon was sent back to its rightful place in hell. A devious spark in my eyes as I turned towards another. Blade at the ready. For true Hunters like me, the world held signs… clues of monsters… clues of vampires… clues of demons… all threading the streets of every town. All obvious in their mistakes. Their desires. Admiring themselves in shop windows. Blocking the world out with music. Fumbling around those they craved. They all craved so many things. Objects, blood, food, a touch, a safe place. Some desired death. The darkness could always be broken through. Hidden myself, shrouded in the cloak of death, I watched the others. Especially those blackest of heart. The true enemy of all. The angels. All were seen and could be broken by my blade. By my singular mission, to destroy them all. I had become the perfect Hunter.

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Eileen

We all know my parents were murdered by a Banshee in 1985, that Banshee scream rendered me deaf.

The only reason I'm even still alive is because Lillian O'Grady was tracking that Banshee and found me in

my crib days after my parents' death. Lillian took me in and trained me to be a Hunter. She started just

by teaching me how to kill monsters. Cut off a vamp's head… Silver bullet to the heart will kill a

werewolf Silver blade to the heart will off a Djinn. But the most important one she taught me, is that a

gold blade to the heart kills a Banshee. We tracked that monster all over the globe. I found a few others

along the way, but never the bastard that made me an orphan. When I was 16, Lillian died of cancer. She

fought it just as hard as she fought every demon and monster she ever came across, but it bested her in

the end. From then on, I was alone. I met with other Hunters along the way, but never stayed with

them. I hunted anything I came across. Ghouls, vampires, werewolves, Djinn, and I even knocked out a

Wendigo or two. But I was always chasing down that Banshee that murdered my parents. I traveled to

Germany once when I saw signs of it pop up, but by the time I made it to Germany, the Banshee had

disappeared. I had missed it again. It had been 4 years since the last appearance. Who knew how long it

would be underground this time. And so, I continued hunting, never catching up to the one monster I

was most desperate to find. I hunted for another year, and then the news I've been waiting to hear for,

quite literally, my whole life, makes its way to my ears. Well, figuratively, anyway. The Banshee has been

wreaking havoc in Lebanon, KS. And from here on out, you know…

……………………………….

Crowley

Screaming, that’s all I know, the only constant I’ve felt. I don’t know how much time has passed but it feels like an eternity. I break off mid scream when the knife stops, only for it to be ripped from my throat again as the blade is sheathed in my gut. Straining, I peek up from the rack seeing Alistair looking away from me speaking to another demon. I thrash a bit and they both turn towards me and I go stiff seeing those yellow eyes again.

I go limp on the rack again and scrunch my eyes shut wondering if he’d chosen to come kill me now that I was in his home field. My pride was what had kept me here rather than getting off and taking up the knife, which was funny since I’d never had an issue hurting others before. I scream again, eyes snapping open to see Alistair hovering over me once more. As he brings the knife down I flinch, only for my left arm to be freed, then my right. He was cutting me loose, was it because of the demon with yellow eyes?

“Who was he?” I ask while sliding off the table, only to almost slip and fall on my own blood. “Your king, now show some respect.” He grabs me by the scruff and drags me from the pit. I want to ask more, but he looks pissed at having to cut me loose already, Still, why would the king want me off the rack? Why would the king care unless…unless what he said was true, about being my father? What were the odds there were 2 yellow eyed demons that seemed to care that happened to me?

I grunt as I’m thrown forward, my knees feeling like they shatter on impact with cold stone, and I look up to see a woman. Somehow, her white dress remains pristine even in hell and I can feel the power even before her eyes turn milky. She must be different, sadistic and warped was my guess. The only other demon I knew with white eyes was Alistair, so my reviews weren’t exactly glowing for quality time.

“You, I’m told you could be helpful.” I flinch when she abruptly speaks, gruff and demanding just like Alistair. Idly, I wonder if they’re related.

“I’m sure I can be, what do you need? Given the chance I could prove most useful.” I push myself to my feet to prove myself not weak and level my gaze. I could hold this glassy eyed bitch’s gaze if it meant I got off the rack without conceding to Alastair's plea deal. She’s sizing me up, I can tell, so I swallow down the pride that landed me here and keep my mouth shut. This could be the chance of a lifetime after all.

“You seem like a salesman to me, so I’m going to send you there. Give it a couple decades, and maybe if you do a few favors for me, I could make it a bit better for you.” She’s leering at me as though she could eat me alive. This is Hell, so I suppose that’s not out of the question. Still, I’d never regretted those extra inches until now. “Of course I accept. I’ll be certain to make this decision worth your while.” Time to start schmoozing and buttering up the boss I suppose.

“What’s your name, salesman?” she demands looking only mildly interested in knowing.

“Fergus MacLeod ma’am.” Lilith makes a disgusted look and I take an instinctive step back, only for a hand to dig into my shoulder. Alastair, how could I have forgotten he was still there?

“No, Nope. That has to change.” Lilith is ranting and I can only wonder why she was so offended? It’s just a name, I’m inclined to agree a shitty one, but still mine. It bore a reminder that my mother cared long enough to at least name me. I hadn’t even realized Lilith had been speaking, listing off random names to change mine too until another voice speaks from a forgotten corner of the room.

“Crowley. His name shall be Crowley.” All our heads turn towards the voice. Once again I can see only yellow eyes as I swallow reflexively. The aura was strong and commanding and I knew, right then, what I wanted. I wanted respect, I wanted power, I wanted presence. I wanted what this demon had. But for now. For now, I have a name and a job.

I am: Crowley the Salesman.

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Pink Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester X younger sibling reader(not in an incest way)

Summary: Dean is there to help his younger sibling after they have a nightmare

Words: 2211

Warnings: fairly angsty, but still very very fluffy, a detailed nightmare, mentions of John Winchester’s parenting style, bad writing?, like one cuss word, a tiny tiny bit of gore

Note about characters: in the present scenes the reader is 16 and in the flashbacks they’re 6 and the reader and Dean have like a 13/14 year age gap so he’s like 19/20 in the flashbacks, there isn’t any gendered terms for the reader so it’s neutral(unless you count hair being braided as a gendered term, but boys can have braided hair cause gender isn’t real), and finally this takes place in season 5

Dean woke up, not for any purpose, just one of those weird moments where you randomly wake up in the middle of the night. He shook his head and began fluffing his pillow, stopping when he heard soft crying.

“(Y/N)?” He softly called out.

You were laying with your back facing out and your face squished into the musty cushions of the small motel room couch, a failed attempt at muffling your cries.

“Y-Yeah Dean? Something wrong?” You tried to play it off.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing. Were you crying?”

When you guys first got your room Dean cursed the streetlight right outside the window, but now he watched how it illuminated you as you dropped your head down.

“Nightmare?”

You looked up and made eye contact before slowly nodding a yes.

“Think you’re gonna be able to go back to sleep?”

You dropped your gaze again as your face screwed up and you could feel new tears form on your lash line.

“No.” You softly croaked out, barely audible over Sam’s snores.

~Flashback~

You couldn’t breathe, too focused on staying quiet to risk opening your mouth. Once the sting in your eyes and the back of your throat calmed down you went back to sleep.

“Sammy?”

You screamed out running through an old grey house.

“No no no please no!” You heard him scream somewhere you couldn’t find.

“Sammy!” You huffed before taking off running down the hall you came from.

As you ran around the house you felt small and helpless, like when you got separated from your brothers in the corn maze at the pumpkin patch in Iowa, the one Dean took you to without your dad knowing.

“Dean?” You desperately called for your brother as your feet pounded against the floor.

Completely unaware of your surroundings you ran, the only thing on your mind was finding your brother. Not paying attention to your surroundings you tripped, your heart raced knowing how your dad always got on you for that. You got up and looked down to see what sent you flying to the cracked floorboards.

“Dean!” You screamed

You woke up again, heart pounding in your head and toes. You stopped gasping for air when you felt your dad roll over next to you, holding it in again to stay quiet. Collecting your moose and your blanket, the one you got in Oregon when you were 3 and have refused to sleep without ever since, you slipped off of the bed as silently as possible. Your dad and Dean were fumigating a house in a fancy neighborhood so the only hotel available was a little nicer than your usual moldy motels. The vinyl floorboards stayed quiet as you snuck over to the door that joined your brothers’ room to you and your dad’s. You glanced at your brothers sleeping in their beds before moving their jackets off of the chair that sat in the corner. Dropping your blanket on the floor you traded it for the two flannels that were under their jackets and curled up into the chair. Once you were comfortable you finally let the tears flow, crying softly at first and burying your face into Mort the moose as your chest heaved more and more with the weight of your cries.

“(Y/N)?” You heard Dean call out in confusion as he shut the drawer of his nightstand.

“S-sorry for waking you up.” You tossed off the flannels and picked up your blanket, heading back to your proper room.

“No, no, hey, hey, come here.” Dean moved over in his bed and opened his arms, lightly flicking his wrist to call you over to him.

You gingerly padded over to his bed and with a little effort jumped up.

“I’m gonna guess it wasn’t growing pains that woke you up.” Dean chuckled.

“Ok, I’m sorry, bad timing. Now come on peanut, stop giving me that face and come in closer.” He said shifting so he could comfortably open up his arms for you.

You still continued to pout, but scooted into his embrace until your body felt lighter.

“Sorry.” You quietly mumbled, it came out kind of funny because of how your cheek was squished against your brother’s chest.

Dean pulled back and nudged your chin up, signaling you to make eye contact with him before resting his hand on your shoulder. His comforting softness melted away as he turned dead serious.

“Listen to me, do not ever and I mean ever apologize to someone because you’re upset. Ok?” He searched your eyes waiting for an answer, which you gave him with a nod.

“Now tell me why someone broke into my room and stole my favorite flannel.” And just like that Dean pulled you back into him and your softy of a brother was back.

“Dad yells at me when I don’t sleep and when I cry and when I ask him questions, so I came in here to cry” Even your big brother’s arms couldn’t shield you from the sadness that entered your body.

“Well I’m not dad, neither is Mort the moose, and neither is Sammy.” Dean started.

“Sammy snores now, he’s old.” You shot Sam a dirty look even though he was dead asleep.

“Yeah Sammy is old now, he drools too.” Dean joined you in giving his younger brother the stink eye. “Now tell me, what has my peanut so upset?”

“Nightmare.”

“Nightmare? Do you wanna talk about it?” Dean began playing with your hair as he awaited your response.

Staring up at your older brother’s face you thought about it.

“No.” You wanted to say what happened, to get it out of your mind, but you didn’t want to tell him about how you saw his still body covered in blood with his stomach in shreds.

“No? That’s okay.”

You guys sat quietly listening to the traffic outside and Sam’s snores. After a while Dean assumed you had fallen asleep, but just as he shut his own eyes your little voice stirred him.

“D?”

“Mm, yeah (Y/N)?’

“Are monsters real?”

~Present~

Dean watched you hang your head again before scooting to the side and opening up his covers.

“Wanna talk about it kid?”

Even in your sad and scared state a genuine smile broke out across your face, it was small, but still genuine. Without responding to your brother you kicked off the soft blanket that you had fought Sam for and walked over to Dean’s bed. Since motel beds are always oddly tall you had to do a little jump to get onto it, shooting a quick glare at Dean for being clearly amused at your struggle. Tentatively Dean opened up his arms to you and you awkwardly shuffled in until your head hit his shoulder and you instantly melted. The both of you sat there without a word, wondering what the other was thinking, unaware that you were both thinking the same thing. You thought about how long it had been since you two laid like this, both of you becoming aware of how long it had really been since you showed each other affection and comfort, and how after all of these years you two felt so natural. Neither of you took into account how the other’s muscles softened, how the past few years of Azazel, the door to Hell, your dad’s death, Sam’s death, Dean’s death, demons, vampires, and vengeful spirits all released from your guys’ bodies. For the first time in months neither of you cared about Lucifer or Michael or any other dick with wings.

“Hey Dean.” You finally broke the near silence.

“Yeah?” Your ear being pressed to Dean’s chest made his voice sound deeper and you could feel his jaw move against the top of your head.

“Do you remember when I was super young and we were staying at that nice hotel in Seattle and I had that really bad nightmare?” You slipped the comforter under your brother’s arm so you could fidget with it.

“Yeah I do actually, but how the hell do you remember it? You were like what, six? So that means it was ten whole years ago.”

“I don’t think I would remember it if it wasn’t the start of the recurring nightmare I always have.” The first part was a lie. That night had been the first time you ever truly felt like you had a family, the first time you had felt comfort in your life. You could never forget that.

“Oh.” Dean began to play with your hair, taking three small pieces and trying to see if he could still remember how to braid, something he learned because you hated how John would always cut your hair.

“This dream,” you started, “it’s bad. It’s always the same house, this weird grey one with cracked floors and for some reason the walls are cement. It’s weird. But in the dream I can never find my way, it’s like a labyrinth and every time I get more and more lost the hallways get darker and darker. It always starts with me screaming for Sammy and he doesn’t respond, but I can hear him. I can hear him.”, Your voice begins to break, “I can hear him screaming no over and over again, like he’s getting attacked and then when I call out for him again he’s silent. So I’ll start running to find him, I guess I’ve always had a hunter's instinct. Then when I’m running around I trip and every time I trip I always get this feeling of fear about dad yelling at me for always being clumsy. But then when I. '' You stop, dropping your head and gaze so far down that all you can see is your own chest. Dean drops the chunk of hair he was twisting in his fingers and looks down at you.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, lightly squeezing your arm to ground you, something he always does when you’re upset.

His encouragement only made things worse as tears began to fall again. Closing your eyes you take a quick deep breath.

“When I look down to see what I tripped over it’s you. You’re dead. Bloody with your stomach all ripped up, I never see the monster, but it must be something with claws. Then it just ends there. Tonight was kind of different though. Our ages are always different in the dream. Sammy’s voice always sounds like it did when he was 16 so I don’t think he changes, but sometimes I’m a kid and you’re a teenager like when I first had it or we’re both teenagers or we’re the ages we are now or sometimes I’m a kid and you’re an adult. But tonight, tonight I was 16 like I am now and you were a little kid.”

~Flashback~

Dean didn’t know what to do, he felt like the deer that stopped in the headlights and actually got hit. He’d been through this before with Sam, but he had been older and wasn’t already upset when they had the conversation. He had felt guilty every time he lied to Sam about monsters and didn’t want to give you that same false hope, but he resented his dad for teaching him about monsters when he was this young.

“I’m not sure of anything, (Y/N).” It technically wasn’t a lie, while Dean was sure that monsters existed he wasn’t sure of what to tell you.

“Well actually no, I am sure of one thing. Nothing and I mean nothing, no man, no woman, no animal, and sure as hell no monsters will ever hurt you because you are strong and I will kick their butt if they even try.” Dean meant that fully, he’s meant that since the day his dad sat him and Sam down to tell them they have a little sibling.

“Pink promise?” You said looking up at Dean.

“Pink promise?” He pulled back and questioned you.

“A pink promise.” You huffed, freeing your arm out from under Dean’s and extending your pinky finger.

“Oohh, a pinky promise.” Dean held up his arm and extended his own pinky.

“No, it’s pink promise.” You pulled your hand back.

“Ok, I pink promise that nothing will ever hurt you.” And to that you guys joined pinkies.

~Present~

You begin to quietly sob into your brother’s chest. Dean put his hand at the nape of your neck and put his cheek on the top of your head and let you cry it out, as you calmed down he pulled back and kissed your forehead.

“Hey look, peanut. Sammy and I are not going anywhere, we will always be with you, ok. A lot is going on right now and it will all be okay, we’ve gotten out of so many situations that we shouldn’t have and this one will be no different. I pink promise.” Dean raised up his arm and extended his pinky.

“Oh fuck off.” You lightly hit his hand.

Unfazed Dean kept his hand up and smugly smiled down at you. You sigh and extend your own pinky. As your fingers wrapped around each other your annoyed façade broke, your smile was joined by a few tears.

“Pink promise.”

A/N: So hey, your local forest wench here. This is definitely different from other stuff I post. I’ve never written a fanfiction before(so basically sorry if it’s not too good and please be patient with me), but I do read a lot of of it and maladaptive daydream a lot so I always have plenty of ideas. I came up with this idea this morning and really liked it, thought that maybe other people would like it and that it would be kind of greedy to keep it to myself. I’m actually really insanely proud of this ngl. If people like this and I feel comfortable, I might even write some more in the future.

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autisticgayngel · 3 years

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Canonverse Castiel-centric/pining/loving Cas fics

some of these are Dean's POV and a lot are alternating POV, but all of them really delve into Cas's emotions and his love for Dean. All canonverse and all happy endings. Categorised by post-confession, pre-s15 curtain fic and other canon-era. Descending word count within each category. If anyone has any recs for things I should add lmk!

Post-Confession Fics

things happen (they do, they do, and they do) by sobsicles 28k rating E

Everyone has recced this, and for good reason, it's stunning. Cas gets back from the empty and Dean sort of lets him down gently and is very worried about breaking his heart. Despite this Cas is finally able to express to Dean how much he loves him and takes full advantage of this. He's earnest and sweet and so intense about it, but also incredibly hurt about the lack of reciprocation, though he tries to hide it. He does get the love he deserves in the end and it's so good!

closer (isn't close enough) by fleeceframe 18k rating E

Again, Dean's POV, but very much focused on how much Cas loves him. Has the gorgeous Cas line: “When you are hungry, you eat. When you are tired, you rest. When you are dirty, you bathe. But what are you supposed to do with love?”

My unintended by DeanaWinchester, Jeanne_de_Valois 10k rating E

Really good Cas POV, he’s obsessive and insecure but also deeply loving.

my heart a compass by lagaudiere 10k rating T

The empty torments Cas with visions of Dean and of the family he longs to have with Dean. Dean saves him.

I said show me something by ilovehowyouletmefall 7k rating E

Sparked by the debate about whether or not Dean thinks Cas can feel. Cas is hurt by Dean saying he thought he couldn't feel and vulcan mind melds to show him exactly how he feels about him. It's a really interesting exploration of both of their feelings and fears.

Gift by thisisapaige 2k rating G

Very sweet little fic of them trying to work things out once Cas returns from the empty.

Pre-s15 Curtain Fics

take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden 95k rating E

Dean tries to retire with his family but finds himself alone as Sam and Jack take a road trip and Cas goes hunting in order to prove he's still useful as a human and to avoid thinking about his feelings for Dean. Really agonising and harrowing at the start as they both feel so rejected and miserable. Cas gets into situations where monsters use his feelings for Dean to attack him. Eventually, they're able to tentatively work out their feelings and settle down together and it's very sweet.

Morning Glory by edgarallanrose 26k rating E

Dean and Cas retire together. Cas becomes a beekeeper and Dean starts to use the honey he makes to bake goods, which they sell at the farmer's market. Cas is very much in love with Dean but it takes Dean a bit longer to work things out.

Other Canon-era

A Winter's Tale by NorthernSparrow 64k rating T

This one hurts a lot, so fair warning for that. Cas falls ill while human and homeless and is hospitalised. Dean finds the journal Cas kept as he struggled to survive in this time. Pre-Destiel but Cas does write a lot about his feelings for Dean. Sam and Dean shower Cas with love and kindess as he recovers. Also a destiel epilogue that is very sweet and fluffy.

In the Shadow of your Wings by Enochian Things (Salr323) 57k rating E

Cas confesses his love to Dean post s11 finale but the timing is terrible and Dean is very repressed about it all and breaks Cas's heart. Cas gets an Italian man of letters boyfriend in an attempt to get over it and Dean is insanely jealous (which Cas is oblivious to) but they all have to work together to try to save Sam from the BMOL. Dean eventually gets his shit together and treats Cas the way Cas has learnt to understand he deserves.

That Black Dog Ache by SaltyWords (agent4hire22) 28k rating E

This is very much Dean's POV but I'm putting it here anyway because it has a really intense love confession from Cas, which I'll include an excerpt of that drives me insane:

'“I listen to your music, and I close my eyes. I try to imagine I’m in the Impala, hunting with you. And, sometimes,” his throat jumped, “I lay on your bed. I think about what it would be like if I got to have a place on it beside you... If you ever let me get close enough.”'

Kelp!I Need Somebody by andimeantittosting (Saylee) 27k rating E

A really sweet fic in which Sam, Dean and Cas go to investigate a case on Jesse and Cesar's ranch. Switching POV with really good mutual pining as they tentatively begin to realise the other feels the same.

Being Dean Winchester by Anonymous 26k rating E

Set early s4, Cas has to possess Dean temporarily. While doing this, he has to work to hide his feelings from Dean. Cas is already obsessed with Dean and in love with him but is embarrassed by it and struggles to keep Dean from seeing all of this, especially when Dean wants to have sex with someone while Cas is possessing him.

Après by imogenbynight 24k rating E

Set after the angels fall in s8. Cas falls to earth in Paris and realises he's in love with Dean. Dean comes to get him and they find love together in Paris.

desiderium, lost by atlasian 20k rating T

Castiel confesses his love for Dean and Dean tells him to move on. Cas tries, fairly unsuccessfully, before Dean gets it together.

No Other Worthy Quest by MajorEnglishEsquire 15k rating E

Cas just loves Dean very much.

'“For fuck's sake,” his skin is heating. Cas can feel it. “Stop saying lovey-dovey shit.”

“I know,” Cas rolls his eyes. “It’s so mortifying for you when I want to tell you I love you. I’m using all my self-restraint, I promise not to embarrass you.”'

The Arrow by jscribbles 12k rating T

Valentine's day and Cas has been hit by a Cupid's arrow and is literally sick with love for Dean.

and all this devotion by dothraki_shieldmaiden 10k rating M

Dean gets hurt on a hunt and Cas takes care of him in a cabin. Very sweet, delightful Cas POV of him being very much in love.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits 10k rating E

Cas struggles to work out why Dean deems some things meaningful and some things worthless, and where he fits into this apparent dichotomy. Really gorgeous and agonising Cas POV that deals with their constant issue of Dean just wanting Cas to stay and Cas wanting Dean to want him to stay but they're both too afraid to express it.

Breathe by turningthepages 9k rating G

Dean and Cas platonically sleep together to help with Dean's sleep. Cas both likes the situation and longs for it to mean more.

First Date by aeli_kindara 9k rating T

Dean asks Cas on a date and they're both trying very hard to make it all work. The sequel is stunning too.

'Dean says, “We should do that. Go on a date.”

Something in Castiel’s chest fuzzes, like static on a TV, and stops.'

weights on my ankles by dothraki_shieldmaiden 9k rating M

After 15x3 The Rupture, Cas goes back to Rexford. While there, he thinks about how Dean hurt him all those years ago and how he hurt him more recently. Partly a 9x6 Heaven Can Wait fanfic-gap fic.

Let it Linger by OmniscientOranges 8k rating M

Cas starts sleeping with men out of jealousy when watching Dean pick up women at bars. The way the fic describes how in love he is and how hopeless he feels about it is both agonising and very sweet.

He Thought He Was Reckless by MajorEnglishEsquire 8k rating M

Cas plays up injuries so that Dean will coddle him. Self-woobification from the Angel of the Lord and it's so sweet!

Something to Protect by Sass_Master 6k rating G

Cas tries to work out how to make Dean feel less unsafe so that he no longer has to jolt awake. Sweet, tentative intimacy and Cas enjoying it so much.

lonely hearts. by outpastthemoat 5k rating G

Deals with Cas accompanying Sam and Dean on hunts and feeling incredibly lonely and longing to be with Dean. He finds solace in romance novels.

Some People Would Call This Romantic by almaasi 5k rating G

Human Cas goes to the beach and finds it rather overwhelming. Taking a romantic walk with Dean along the beach is also overwhelming.

The Tea is Decaf by mnwood 4k rating T

Really sweet! Cas and Eileen talk and gossip about Sam and Dean in the bunker at night over tea.

A Place to Rest by Inessencedivided 3k rating G

Dean and Cas talk through things after the Stuck in the Middle with You love confession. Cas cries some more.

White Noise by domesticadventures 2k rating G

Cas struggles with feelings of worthlessness in the aftermath of Lucifer's possession.

Receipts by surlybobbies 1k rating G

Cas writes little notes about how much he loves Dean on receipts from meals they share together. Dean finds them.

#fic rec #destiel fic #fanfic #spn #destiel #pining cas #fic

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charcubed · 2 years

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What do you think about dean and jack? Was he a bad parent?

Hello Anon!

What I think about Dean and Jack is that I am currently in progress of writing thousands of words on that topic (as part of the Chuck won meta) lmao

But! But

For you, I will try to address this specific bit here anyway. No idea if I'll do justice to the topic divorced from discussion of the wider frameworks but whatever.

Was Dean a bad parent to Jack? Depends on when/what you're talking about. It's complicated. Was Dean a bad parent in the end, when it counted most? Yes, but here's the thing: that's not an indictment of Dean, or something to cite as a failure of his that happened in a vacuum. To see it as such is to miss the big picture, and the big picture is the reason for it.

He is a man pushed and molded and manipulated and strong-armed into emulating his father, for the sake of a story. Over the course of years, he resists it repeatedly, including in relation to Jack; in particular, he drops the gun in "Moriah"; and then, he's forced into metaphorically picking the gun back up again when his very freedom and thus his sense of self is thrown into question.

The entire thing is a test, and it keeps happening. It's a spiral. It's about the tension of Dean always, his entire life, avoiding becoming John... which, unbeknownst to him, is the very thing Chuck needed and wanted him be, and so he pushes him into it by design.

Take a look at some big instances:

S13's grief arc is a parallel to the original Winchester family drama: Your child is cursed, and he is the reason the love of your life is dead. John loses Mary indirectly because of Sam, and becomes a shell from grief, and a horrible father as a result. Dean loses Cas because of Jack–and loses Mary, to drive the layers home–and becomes a shell from grief. What resets these events is that Cas returns, allowing Dean to become a true parent to Jack. He's able to tell Jack he's not a monster. They become a family... but that family is fractured because the origins of this intergenerational trauma cycle–Lucifer and Michael–coming back into play. (That's a whole thing of its own, but it relates to this topic.)

End of S14: Your child is cursed, partially because he sacrificed himself to save you, having (unfortunately) learned from your example. Sacrifices and deals are never without cost, and this is the result. You lose your mother again. Metaphorically, you lose the love of your life, who you blame for this happening because he kept secrets from you (as Mary kept secrets from John). Your kid's a threat to you and everyone you love, and a threat to the whole world... and still, at the very last moment, even with God in his ear, Dean doesn't kill him. Still, Dean resists becoming the worst parts of his father. Witnessing this, Chuck is in disbelief.

What changes after this is the amount of pressure placed on Dean, and the type of pressure, and it's by design.

Dean's suddenly realizes he's been trapped his entire life, and everything he's ever experienced or ascribed to himself has been called into question. For the first time in years, he's spiraling backwards, regressing and wondering who he even is. He is certain of nothing. The identity he's built for himself, that he's FOUGHT to form, that diverges from John in the most important ways, is no longer something he can fall back on. Because he's learned of Chuck's control, he loses the very thing that helped him defy that control in the ways that counted most: he loses the certainty in his personhood. Cas tells him, "What about all of this is real? We are," but Dean isn't ready to hear it yet. He's lost himself.

Season 15 is the struggle of him trying to regain his sense of self, after having had it ripped away. That struggle is what holds him back, and also the fear of never regaining himself fully is what keeps him holding Jack at arm's length. He does not yet realize that he is and has everything inside himself he needs, because he can simply refuse to play Chuck's games.

Notice this, too: by halfway through the season, Dean's re-centering himself. He rediscovers core parts of his personality and identity in 15x07. He regains hope in 15x08, and though Sam loses his in the next episode, Dean fixes his relationship with Cas and is open and honest. He's on the path to healing and purpose. And then, immediately afterwards, this healing is halted through cosmic machinations, and his son is dangled in front of his face as a weapon as he's told that's the sole key to his freedom.

It becomes a lifeline. He cannot let Jack back into his heart–he cannot forgive him again, he cannot allow himself to tell him he's not a monster again, though he's done it before–because if he does that here, now he'll still be wondering... Who am I? Will I ever truly be free?

If you feel like an empty shell, how can you parent a child? If you don't know who you are, how do you know what part is real and what part is controlled by someone else?

Simultaneously... Jack, his son, is a Winchester: he seeks his father's approval. He decides to take on the burdens of his parents again. He feels he has no choice. He needs to be told that that isn't his job, which is the only way to break this cycle. But Dean, unmoored from his sense of self, is unequipped right now to teach him that.

It just gets worse as Chuck tightens the noose. But when Dean's at the very edge, spiraling out of control, the most desperate he's ever been... his family brings him back from it. Sam reminds of who he is, when Dean's so unmoored he has him at gunpoint. Cas gives him an immeasurable gift in his confession speech, telling him "this is who you are, and who you are is made of love." Dean then loses Cas and is devastated by grief again, but it's a grief filled with so much love that he can look at Chuck and tell him with confidence "that's not who I am." He's re-centered. He can think clearly. He is made of love; he can live as such.

But the problem, and the ultimate tragedy? It's too late for Jack. From the moment Jack absorbs Adam's rib in 15x17 to complete the ritual, the wheels of his death are set in motion.

He's been sacrificed, according to Chuck's framework and plans.

Dean thinks they win, and in the end, he just wants his son to come home. But Jack's already gone. And it's a loss in every sense.

You cannot divorce the way this narrative goes from the fact that Chuck's frameworks and machinations are the reasons Dean loses his sense of self. And Dean losing himself is the reason he is not able to be that good parent just in time for one last victory.

And Chuck's frameworks are also the network's frameworks... art imitates life, and life imitates art... etc. etc. wait for the meta lmfao

TL;DR:

Was Dean a bad parent in the end? Sure. But the tragedy is he was forced into it, in all ways, because he wasn't given the space to be or allowed to be anything else.

#this took me an hour and a half. do you see why the chuck won meta is taking me months upon months.#literally throw me into the fucking SUN. anyway this story is sad thanks #supernatural #jack kline #spn meta #chuck won #char writes things #IT'S 1AM!!!!! I'M GONNA DIIIIEEE #anonymous #asks

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waywardsummoner46 · 3 years

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Welcome Home, Sister

You slowly crept through the Bunkers halls, trying to zig-zag your way through the endless tunnels of this historical place. Holding your breath, you re-adjust your grip on the Colt, trying to find a position that could give you the smallest semblance of comfort and reassurance.

You don’t know how the situation became as desperate and dangerous as this. Somehow and for some reason your older brothers, Sam and Dean, had said “yes” to Michael and Lucifer. Both Archangels had always had a soft spot for you, no one knew exactly why. Gabriel always said it was because they saw you as a sister which only caused more confusion as you absolutely despised both angels for the pain and torture they forced upon your family.

Your brothers had left to hunt some ghoul that had popped up a few towns over and seeing as this was a simple salt and burn, plus you had homework, you saw no reason to prevent them from leaving. What you didn’t expect however, was for Castiel to call your pathetic excuse for a phone with a frantic message that for a reason that only Chuck knows, both older Winchesters gave their consent to be the Archangel’s meat-puppets.

An onslaught of questions instantly appeared in your mind yet no one had an apparent reason for any of them.

Which leads you to now, hiding from your “brothers” whilst also trying to find them to harm them enough that you could expel MIchael and Lucifer from their bodies.

“Oh (Y/N),” Sam’s voice drawled in a distant echo. “Come on out little sister. We merely want to say hello?” You didn’t offer him a dignified response, just a silent eyebrow raising in confusion.

Deciding to ignore his taunts, you barrelled onward and took a right once you reached the end of a hall. Once you’d turned you found yourself in the Bunker’s war room, which put you immediately on guard as clearly some celestial manipulation had taken place. Rising to your full height and out-stretching your hands with the gun, your eyes darted around the room rapidly to try and pinpoint where and what was going on.

You circled the table but kept your back to it so that you could scout every visible crevice. After five minutes of determinedly stalking the area you made up your mind that you would give yourself a better advantage if it was available.

Aiming for the stairs, you barely made it two steps before a tutting noise resonated in the room. “Now, just where do you think you’re going?” Michael. In all his glory, stood tall in the doorway to the library. Lucifer at his side, both wearing disgusting suits that you know full well that neither of your brothers would cast a second glance at.

“We’ve barely begun our family reunion, sister,” he continued. That caught your attention and definitely sparked your frustration.

Turning your head around first, then your whole body, you raised the Colt and aimed it at Michael’s - Dean’s - chest.

“Oh, right, yeah. Oh how silly of me! I completely forgot to actually enjoy a “family” reunion with the two angelic assholes who are wearing my brothers… again!”

Your face was red, your eyes rimmed with silver linings and yet you carried on, “I mean obviously I was so looking forward to this fabulous and totally expected change of events but you know what? It just casually slipped from my brain.” You slapped the hand without a gun to your forehead in mock shame.

“Ah yes. Well unfortunately, we weren’t aware of this happening either. Not that either of us are disappointed, no, no. Being in our true vessels is such a calming and refreshing boost of power… that you think will ultimately be defeated. With that,” Lucifer gestured to the Colt now being alternated between both himself and his brother. Then, he took a calculated step towards you and out on a taunting smile.

Noticing this, Michael mirrored his movements whilst you flexed your fingers against the hilt of the Colt as if his words didn’t affect you. “Don’t move or I’ll blow out your brains!” you yelled. Neither paused they just enjoyed their slow almost predatory walk in your direction.

“I said stop! Stop it right now!” you screamed again. They still approached you.

Now only five feet away from you, Michael said “Wouldn’t that defeat your objective? Aiming for their heads would most certainly kill them if for some reason we decide to leave.”

Another step.

“But why would we?”

Another step.

“When everything is playing out just as it’s supposed to be,” Lucifer whispered.

Another step, three feet away.

Your feet, you found, were frozen on the ground. Not of your own free will, so you distantly chalked it up to be either angel’s doing.

“Because after all…”

Another step, two feet.

“Why would we abandon…”

Another step, one foot now.

“The only remaining archangel fledgling?”

They are surrounding you now. Michael on your left, Lucifer on your right. Lucifer slowly reaches for your hand and prying the gun from your disloyal fingers, then discarding it somewhere behind you. Suddenly you felt a rush of power flow through you as both angels placed your brother’s hands on your shoulders.

As though a billion tiny stars were shimmering under the surface of your skin, you felt their grace react to something within you. Something you could’ve sworn you only felt with Gabriel…

All of a sudden your mouth and eyes flew open as a blinding blue light escaped the openings. The feeling was overpowering and built on the already emotionally vulnerable state you were in.

Feeling the last of the power escape you, you slumped into the awaiting arms of one of your brothers(?) and let sleep claim you but not without hearing a faint promise-

“Your new life starts today sister, welcome home.”

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So hello people! This is my first ever public fic and I’m curious to see how people react. I appreciate feedback in anyway but most of all I just hope you enjoy!

A/N: This is now a series! Check it out on my master list

#michael!dean x reader #lucifer!sam x reader #michael!dean #lucifer!sam #supernatural #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #could possible make into a series????

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 2 years

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Back in Business | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Amnesia

Words: 1144

Fandom: Supernatural

A/N: I don't know why it took me this long to post this when it was sitting in my drafts for ages, so here it is.

Summary: An installation to my [Those Left Behind] series of oneshots, a canon divergent series where Sam, Dean, and Cas had suddenly disappeared, leaving reader and Jack alone to take over. When it was getting too much for them to handle, Adam mysteriously appeared in front of them from the ground. This takes place after [New Routine].

Sam, Dean, and Cas were back, but they were not the same as when they had left. There were pieces in their memories that were missing. At one point, they forgot why they left in the first place. It was always for a case, but they couldn’t remember what. They woke up lying in a poppy field in the middle of the forest, before making their way back to town on foot.

It was a huge surprise to see Adam again, making them very curious about what exactly happened while they were away. Cas couldn’t readily find an explanation for the recent turn of events, but for now, they were glad to be home.

Dean watched you and Adam cook together curiously as he sat at the dining table, beer in hand. Sam was already researching possible causes to their disappearance. Jack and Cas were sitting on the opposite side of the table catching up about their latest cases as well as any news from the other angels.

Adam went to reach past you for a seasoning, a hand on your waist to steady himself, before going back to the stove. He leaned over, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered something that made you laugh. You bumped his shoulder as you continued to fry the bacon and sausages Dean wanted. You were aware of him watching the two of you, and you had no reason to hide this development. It was hard to predict his reaction, but you didn’t want to worry about it the whole time.

“Order up!” you called, bringing a full plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage in front of each person.

You and Adam sat across from Jack and Cas, the table being used at almost full capacity. Adam slid his laptop over, searching up new cases with one hand and shoveling eggs into his mouth in the other. You shook your head, chewing off a piece of bacon as Jack told the others about the vampire nest they walked into for Adam’s first hunt.

“So, what exactly happened down in the cage? How did you get out?” Sam asked, empty plates all pushed to the side as you all returned to business.

Adam shrugged. “Well, besides the absolute torture it was being stuck beween Michael and the devil and my ears bleeding from their constant bickering and also the constant pressure on my body from their angel presence, it could be worse, I guess. You were gone,” Adam points to Sam, “Something was happening to the cage that was making it weak and suddenly I was being dragged out and spat out in the middle of the road.”

“And Michael? Lucifer? What happened to them?” Cas asked.

Adam took a minute too long to answer before giving another shrug as he averted his eyes towards the laptop screen. “I don’t know. I had no idea what was going on.”

You looked at Adam and frowned. You had forgotten to ask him about that, the fact that he had been Michael’s vessel eluding you. You supposed that it was due to the fact that Sam and Dean had avoided talking about their long lost half-brother. Cas stood up, chair scraping across the floor.

“I need to go,” he said.

“Where?” Dean asked.

“If the cage had been weakened or damaged in any way, then that means something big happened.”

“I’ll go with you,” Jack said, standing up as well. Cas looked over at him with a small smile, placing a hand on his shoulder before they both disappeared in a flurry of wind.

Dean blinked, flummoxed by the sudden change of events. It was just one thing after another. They had just gotten back from who knows where and while he usually had the attitude of a workaholic, even he felt that they needed time to step back and really look at what’s going on. He had a feeling that they were dealing with something that was bigger than they thought. It always was like that.

He turned his gaze over to his youngest brother who was staring intently at his laptop. “Got anything?”

Adam nodded. “I think so,” he said, spinning the laptop around to face his brothers. “Mysterious deaths around Columbia Falls, the safest city in Montana.”

“Not anymore.”

Sam snorted at Dean’s remark. “What about it?”

“Whether these are suspected murders or a series of unfortunate events in a small city, the victims so far had mostly been college students on spring break all of them having visited the RV park and campgrounds. The latest case is a couple that had gone camping and were found near the river, their bodies bloated as if they had been underwater for months instead of two days. They’re still doing an autopsy on them. Looks like they’ve found more stuff that could give us an idea of what it is.”

“Rules out the normal bear attacks and werewolves,” Dean said.

Sam hummed, closing his laptop. “Well, are all four of us going?”

“I don’t see why not. We’re going nowhere with our Wicked Witch poppy field mystery and I wanna see our baby brother in action.” Dean smirked at Adam.

You took the time to get ready, packing a small duffle bag and some basic hunting supplies in a backpack. There was a lightness in your step from the fact that your close friends who were like family were back, but your heart was feeling different. Like Dean had said, there was likely something bigger at work than any of them thought. You also couldn’t shake off the fact that Adam had hesitated when Cas asked him about what happened to Michael and Lucifer. It could be him taking a moment to remember, but everything he had a clear answer to.

Passing by Adam’s room, you heard a low murmuring. You didn’t want to be nosy, but it had helped you many times during cases. The door was cracked open and you could see his shadow from under the door.

Tiptoeing closer, you could hear Adam’s voice clearly, but what made you halt in place was what he was saying. You weren’t versed in it, but you could recognize the language the longer you heard it. Adam was speaking enochian. Who was he talking to?

Before you could walk away, the door swung wide open, revealing Adam with a bag slung over his shoulder. He spotted you instantly, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

You cleared your throat. “Ready?” you asked casually.

He nodded, then lowered his head with a frown.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, snapping his head up again. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he led you out towards the kitchen and dining area. “Looks like the family business is back in full swing, huh?”

#adam milligan x reader #adam milligan #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #it's been almost two years since I wrote a oneshot for this series #I still haven't finished the final season of spn btw #the first oneshot in this series was about a year before the finale

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Part 2 to the supernatural MBAV crossover ✌️ Also this is on crack so I’m sorry in advance. Lol.

“Oh my gosh, Jack! We’ve been living here for two weeks! Do you know what that means?! We actually live here.” Y/N said excitedly.

“Yeah. I like it here I hope we stay awhile.”

“I have a boyfriend now! Do you know how cool that is?”

“You what?!” Dean exclaimed.

“Don’t eavesdrop! It’s none of your concern.”

“Yes it is. I’m your dad!”

“Moms handle the boys and the periods, and she promised me she’d visit sometime this week, so therefore, it’s none of your concern.”

“Since when have you had contact with Amara?”

“Since like a month ago. Uncle Chuck taught her about the world of cellphones. She promised she’d drop by for at least an hour. You don’t think she’s going to flake on me do you?” Tears welled up in her eyes. Dean held his arms out for a hug.

“Hey, come here, kid. Your mom has done a lot of bad things, but if there’s one thing I know for sure about her, it’s that she never says something unless she means it. Now about the boyfriend thing…”

“His name is Benny, he likes Star Wars, and he’s a calculus nerd. Good enough?”

“Come on Dean. Calculus nerd? You have nothing to worry about.” Sam chimed in.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, Sammy.”

“Does that mean that me and Jack can go hang out with him and our other friends tonight?” Y/N asked hopefully, putting on the puppy eyes she had inherited from her uncle.

“Fine, but don’t be out any later than 1 am okay?”

“Got it. Would you be mad if we left right now?”

“No. It’s fine. Go ahead, but Jack she is not to be left in a room alone with this punk. Got it? Good.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Drama queen.” She muttered.

“I heard that!”

“Good!”

All of their friends had already arrived by the time they got there. The only thing missing was pizza.

“Dude the delivery guy was so slow last time though. Someone should just go get it. I’m starving.” Ethan complained.

“Not it.” Y/N and Erica said at the same time. Benny and Jack both looked at Sarah.

“Um…don’t look at me. I’m babysitting.” She gestured to Jane who was sitting peacefully watching Dusk.

“I’ll go.” Jack volunteered. Y/N tossed him the keys to the Jeep.

“Don’t wreck my baby.” She said sternly, laying on the floor beside Jane.

“Careful. You sound like your dad.” Jack joked. Y/N threw a pillow at him.

“Okay. Okay. I’m going.”

“So this Dusk thing, what is it even about?” Y/N asked. Erica immediately jumped in.

“Oh my god. It is so good. You’ve never seen Dusk? It’s about a human who falls in love with a vampire and vice versa, but there’s also this werewolf that’s in love with the girl, but she ends up choosing the vampire because, duh, she’s in love with him, but anyways it’s so good and you have to watch all of them with me some time.”

“I’ve seen the Vampire Diaries but I’ve never watched this.”

“Oh my God. Don’t you just love the Salvatore brothers?”

“I love Damon, but I’m not huge on Stefan. Oh and Katherine is so hot, but my favorites are Kol and Kai.”

“You have a thing for murderers with sociopath tendencies and you’re dating Benny?” Erica asked.

“Okay, just leave me alone. Kai is hot and he had reason to murder his entire family.” Literally the entire room was just looking back and forth between them in confusion.

“Remind me to never leave you two alone.” Sarah said.

“Did you just say murdered his entire family casually in a sentence?” Benny asked.

“Yes. If you guys watched the show you would totally get it. Although Jack doesn’t and I made him watch it but then again his biological dad is literally satan-“

“Wait. Wait. Wait. First of all, Castiel isn’t his biological dad? Second of all what is his biological father a serial killer or something?” Ethan asked.

That was when Y/N registered what she had said. “It’s not my place to tell you guys about his biological dad, so like please don’t tell him I told you anything.”

Everyone agreed and dropped it. Soon after Jack came back with the pizza. “Who’s hungry?”

“I am.” Erica whispered passive aggressively under her breath. Sarah elbowed her and gave her a look, mouthing the words shut up.

Benny, Ethan, Jack, and Jane all grabbed a slice.

“Want one?” Benny asked.

“No I’m fine. Thanks though.” Y/N said. Her mood had noticeably dropped, and it was because she was thinking of her mother. What if she didn’t come like she’d promised? Well, at least her cousin Gabriel promised a visit soon, despite her father’s protest.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Sarah asked her.

“It’s stupid. My mom told me that she was going to visit me sometime this week, but I’m worried she won’t show up.” At that very moment Amara appeared in the room. Now there was a lot of explaining to be done.

“Holy shit! Who are you and how did you do that?!” Ethan exclaimed.

“Wow. Gorgeous alert.” Erica said, ignoring the fact that a woman she didn’t know had just appeared out of nowhere. Y/N immediately jumped up and hugged her.

“I missed you, mom.” She muttered into her hair.

“Mom?!” They all asked at once.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. So what are you then?” Benny asked.

“Why are you guys not very freaked out about this?” Jack asked.

“We know about the supernatural, but nothing like this.” Ethan said still in shock.

“So, you made friends? I’m proud of you. How’s your dad doing?” Amara said.

“Same old. Same old. Sad, confused, protective.”

“Wait how do you guys know about the supernatural?” Jack asked ignoring the side conversation.

“That depends. How do you feel about vampires, warlocks, and seers?” Benny asked.

“Wait! You’re vampires?!” Y/N exclaimed suddenly.

“Not all of us. Just Erica and Sarah.” Ethan said.

“You guys haven’t even the ones killing people have you, because that would suck because then I’d have to kill you.”

“No, but really?! Kill us?!” Sarah exclaimed.

“My family hunts the supernatural! You guys have got to stay on the downlow or my dad and my uncle will straight up kill you and not think twice, please be careful!”

“Are warlocks on that list?” Benny asked.

“Wait, you’re a waflock and you didn’t tell me?!”

“We still don’t know what you two are and I think I speak for everyone when I say I would like to know!”

Y/N sighed. This would be a long conversation. She took in a deep breath. “So, my dad is the vessel of the archangel Michael aka the person Michael needed to possess to win the apocalypse which already happened by the way. My dad kind of saved the world. My Uncle Sam on the other hand is the vessel of Lucifer who is Jack’s biological dad which makes Jack a nephilim, and by the way Lucifer is actually pretty chill. But that’s beside the point. This is Amara my mom aka the darkness aka god’s sister which kind of makes me a Demigod which makes god aka Chuck my uncle and Lucifer, Michael and Gabriel my cousins which makes Jack my second cousin and also by the way Castiel is an angel too. Oh and also my dad is kind of gay for Cas but neither of them will admit but you know, subtext.”

They all looked at her with wide eyes. “If you plan on sticking with me welcome to my dysfunctional family.” She announced.

“Are they okay?” Amara whispered.

“Maybe. I don’t know.” Y/N whispered back.

“Ya know what? Cool. Also can we just talk about how Y/N has hot parents? MILF alert. Like it finally makes sense why she is so pretty.” Erica said casually.

“What’s a MILF?” Amara asked her. Y/N face palmed.

“It’s good. It’s a compliment, but don’t say it to anyone , ever.” Y/N tried to explain.

“Anyways…I guess I’m gonna go and let you all process this interaction. Benny, call me. Bye!” They all left, and Y/N insisted that they take the Jeep and not just teleport.

When they got back to the house everyone kind of just looked at each other awkwardly. “Mom and I are gonna go…what do normal teenage girls do with their non supernatural mothers? Paint their nails? We’ll go do that. See you soon.”

Dean looked at Jack waiting for an explanation. “I’ve got…homework. Yeah. Anyways bye.”

“What just happened?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

#mbav imagine #supernatural imagine #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitter’s a vampire #ethan morgan #sarah fox #erica jones #benny weir x reader #benny weir #amara supernatural #dean winchester x daughter!reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel novak #jack kline #chuck shurley #gabriel spn #lucifer spn #michael spn

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