#while they shout about how sam is useless and shouldn't be in the show and how everything would be better if every character just did

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wait explain to me the destiel hatred i’m curious what abt it angers u that doesn’t apply to the other two ships

great question! the answer would unfortunately require 3 hours and a powerpoint presentation, so i will try to do a brief summary:

a ship sucking only ever has about 25% to do with the ship itself. destiel is bad in the sense that i think dean winchester is an annoying character that gets treated with kiddie gloves by the narrative, which makes him irritating to see on screen, because i personally dislike it when "men are angry and abusive because they just love too strongly, and don't know how to express it :(" is played straight as a character's primary internal conflict. especially over 15 seasons. it's boring, he's boring, and 35 year old men shouldn't be going to colleges trying to figure out which freshman girls are legal or not. hate him.

however the real sin of destiel, beyond the fact that dean winchester and i have beef that will only ever resolve when i get to reincarnate as the rusty nail that kills him, is that the fans are so so so fucking annoying. like yes the narrative frames dean as a golden boy who can either do no wrong, or "well, i guess he did wrong there, but what about how tortured he is :(" but good god. at least the show isn't trying to convince me that destiel is some groundbreaking lifechanging love story, complete with "omg this moment" montages where they romanticize scenes that feature dean either insulting, threatening, or humiliating cas. like this entire show (post season 5) is dean chronically either infantillizing and attempting to keep cas under his control, or holding him up as the only person he can rely on, thus giving cas expectations that are impossible to fulfill.

and don't get me wrong! people can like a shitty person and a fucked up ship. that's basically everything i enjoy on here. but at least like. acknowledge it. aldfkjalka. and if you're gonna like a shitty person and a fucked up ship, at least write about it in an interesting way. 90% of fic and posts written about destiel aren't even about destiel as presented in canon, they're about two generic men with generic personalities who suffer from the world's most generic tropey problems. cookie cutter ass basic relationship. the high school au of ships. boring.

#like johnlock is boring and moffat makes all his characters suck ass but whatever. sherlock will never be as bad as dean so i don't care #wincest's key flaw is that it's incest. which does make me uncomfortable to read! i don't care for it! #but once again. disliking a ship only has 25% to do with the ship itself. #i don't see wincest shippers telling me that wincest is groundbreaking queer cinema so at worst it's just a ship i prefer not to see #people mention destiel and i'm forced to ask: #'do you actually find the ship compelling or is jackles just a tall man with green eyes. answer quickly.' #while they shout about how sam is useless and shouldn't be in the show and how everything would be better if every character just did #as dean said and stopped disagreeing with him #like the absolute dissonance of people hating john winchester and then claiming dean is a good person. lol. lmao even. #anti destiel #destiel critical #<- trying to cover my bases here. this is all quite mean i realize #what you have to understand is that dean is my number 2 least favorite character of all time #this is as nice as i can get. there are drafts of this post where i'm meaner.

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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part Seven

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Warning(s): Cussing, insecurities, sexual harassment

Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

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~3rd POV~

Emily hardly comes out of her room anymore, when she does, it's only to cook, eat, use the bathroom, or grab more books from the library. Even then, it's only when she knows that Dean isn't in the library, that she enters it. Today, she's sitting at one of the tables, pouring over a book with immense interest, not paying attention to the bunker around her. She hears footsteps, automatically assuming that it's Sam, she straightens her back a bit with excitement bouncing in her legs. "I found something, Sam!" She crows. "It might be the way I got here, and maybe even the way I get home!" Her head snaps up as her smile stretches, only to fall as Dean is frozen a few feet from her, staring at her with hurt and anxiety in his eyes. "Oh. I-I thought that you were Sam." She stammers out, snatching up the book as she stands, tucking her head into her chest as she hugs the book tight, walking out of the library in a hurry.

"Emily," She freezes as he calls her name right as she reaches the doorway, pressing her eyes closed with a sigh. "I'm sorry." She sighs as she turns to face him, a false smile slapped on her lips.

"It's alright, Dean. I'm used to being unwanted and unloved. Don't let someone so useless be a cause of distress." She states, before continuing on her way back to the room, where she slams the door. It echoed as a thud in his chest, causing him to press his hands against his eyes, rubbing them as they sting bitterly. He needs a drink. Grabbing the keys to the Impala, he lets Sam know that he's going out, before he leaves the Bunker to drive to the nearest bar. Meanwhile, Emily is sitting on her bed with tears falling down her face, landing on the old book in her lap, staining the pages as she struggles to keep her sobs quiet and her breath from from becoming frantic. The mere thought of being unwanted again, hurts. Was it too much to ask for someone to care about her? Was it too fucking much for her to be loved? She wants to be happy, but it seems like every time she starts to get a new hold on happiness, something ruins it. Smothers it. Breaks her. How long can she hold out for that happiness? Was she so unloveable?

"Emily?" Sam's voice calls from the other side of the door, causing her to suck in a quiet breath, sniffling as she wipes her face, and forces herself to maintain the illusion that she's fine. That she has been crying the last few days. "Are you alright?" Sam asks, causing her to swallow thickly as tears bud in her eyes once more. How many times has she ever honestly been asked that? "Look, I-I need to talk to you. It's important."

"Come in, Sam." She calls as she wipes her cheeks and eyes once again, snapping the book shut to hide the tear stained pages. The door slowly opens as she looks up with a forced smile, at Sam. "What's up?"

"Emily..." Sam sighs as he scratches his chin through the scruff on his face, before he walks over to squat before her. "I'm just going to come out and say this. I've always known a way to get you home." His words causing her to gasp, eyes wide as she blinks I surprise.

"I-I... You what?" She swallows thickly. "What do you mean? How could you possibly know that?!"

"I met a Wicca, during my time away from Dean when he was a demon. Her name is Jade, and we uh... Kept in contact. After awhile, I noticed that Dean was... uh, not okay. He was depressed, moody, kept to himself. He started showing dangerous signs, and I needed to do something about it."

"Sam," Emily shakes her head in confusion. "what does that have to do with me? With my getting home?"

"Jade... she'd met Dean before and they got along pretty well, but she saw the differences. So, we worked together to come up with a plan to get Dean out of his slump. Nothing worked. But, I thought, if Dean had someone to pull him out of his slump. Someone he could protect and cherish... then maybe he'd feel better." Emily's eyes widen.

"You brought me here? Sam, how could you do that?! All big magic, even good, has it's prices!" She cries as Sam takes her hands in his.

"Listen, listen, Jade called in a few favors to make sure nothing bad would happen!"

"Why?!" Emily starts to cry softly. "Why me, then? You could've brought anyone in the world here. Why me?! I'm useless, and dumb, an-and Dean hates me! Why me?!" She sobs as Sam sighs, pulling her into his arms, holding her close.

"Because the spell, required not only someone of great strength on the other side, to attach to. But, they had to be the soulmate of the person the spell was cast for." Emily jerks back, out of Sam's arms, like she's been stung, her eyes wide as he pets her hair.

"A-Are you seriously saying that I am..."

"Dean's soulmate." Sam explains carefully. Causing her to choke on a sob, carding her fingers through her hair as she looks up at Sam once more, before ducking her head in thought as she wipes her eyes.

"That's... Impossible. There's no such thing as Soulmates!" She shouts, standing up as the book, in her lap, flutters to the floor, and she starts to pace, taking deep and calming breathes. "Even if there is, wouldn't there be some kind of sign? A matching tattoo? Words on our skin? An-"

"Unexplainable instant attraction to each other?" Sam points out, causing her to jerk to a stop, gaping at him as her eyes widen.

"I-I... I need a drink." She states, causing Sam to chuckle.

"We can go to the bar, if that'll help. Just you and me." He says, causing herbto swallow thickly, then nod.

"Yeah." Her hands tug at her large plaid shirt, the one that Dean have her, and she never returned. "Yeah, just let me shower and change." Sam stands up, walking past her to pat her shoulder. He smiles down at her before he walks out, and she takes a deep breath. After her shower, she throws on a pair of jeans cutoff shorts, and a black tank top, shrugging on another plaid buttondown of Dean's, and some black high heel boots, leaving her red curls wild and free. Leaving the bunker with Sam, she's quiet in the front seat of the car, unaware of the plot the Sam unravelled at her words, he just hopes it goes at planned.

Pulling up to the bar, Sam parks the car as she climbs out, the two of them entering the establishment as her eyes travel around the dingy room. The place is full of waitresses wearing croptops and short shorts, carrying trays of beer and other beverages, and Bikers and their women, construction workers on their break, it's mild for being about 5 o'clock in the afternoon. "I'm going to go grab us a table, you get our drinks?" Sam asks, causing her to nod.

"Yeah yeah, sure."

"Just a beer for me." He hands her a bundle full of money, walking away as she listens to the music, swaying and swerving through the crowd, before getting to the bar.

"What can I getcha, sweet thing?" The bartender asks, her eyes trailing Emily's body with an appraising look, a smirk on her face.

"A beer and a shot of straight vodka." Emily replies, before pausing as she counts the money in her hand. "And a Sprite." She adds, before handing it to the bartender, who nods and smiles at her.

"Sure thing, sweetie." She moves quick, sending flirty winks and smiles Emily's way, while filling her order as she chats up other patrons of the bar. She hears loud, obnoxious, giggling behind her which causes her to roll her eyes, turning with her drinks in hand as she eyes the blonde who is giggling as she appears in her sight. As one of Bikers moves from her view, the man who the giggling blonde is clinging to, appears, and Emily's stomach drops as her chest starts to ache. Dean is leaning the girl over the pool table, adjusting her hands on the pool stick, but the blonde obviously isn't paying attention to the 'lesson' as she smiles at Dean. Emily's hands shake slightly as she stalks over to Sam, setting the drinks down, only to slam back the vodka, chasing the bitter sting of it with her Sprite.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam asks as she huffs, slumping down in the booth.

"There are tons of bars in town, how did we end up in the same one as him?" She points out, shooting a look over to Dean and the blonde, their position gives her a perfect view of the blonde's hand caressing Dean's thigh, causing Emily to rip her gaze away. "I need something stronger." She stands once more, shrugging off the plaid buttondown that she now realizes was practically a calling card, that she was Dean's, a collar of sorts. Stalking over to the bar, a new bar tender greets her, his hungry eyes trailing her up and down.

"What can I do for you, honey?" He purrs as she smiles at him, feeling a tingling warm zip through her from the attention of the opposite gender that is showing interest in her. Not that she has anything with people with other sexual preferences, more power to them, but she wasn't interested in anyone but guys.

"Can I have a glass of Blue Lagoon?" He nods. "The biggest glass that you can. Please." She reaches for the money in her pocket.

"No need, it's on the house for beauties like you." He winks at her, causing her to blush and give a soft smile back. It feels wrong, accepting the flirting, but at least she's not the one bending another person over a table, even at the excuse of "being helpful". Pulling out a five, she shoves it in the top jar as the bartender hands her the drink. "Maybe I shouldn't have been so fast. That way I could enjoy your company more." He says.

"Well, unfortunately, it's too late, and I have a policy about making others wait." She bites her lip, before she takes a deep drink after stirring it. "But, maybe if you stick around for a while, I'll be back, Travis." She says as soon as she eyes his nametag, and he smirks as she turns to walk away, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor as she cross to the booth, dropping onto her side.

"Were you just flirting? With the bartender?" Sam asks, causing her to nod as she takes another drink. "Unbelievable." He scoffs as he shakes his head, and she slams her glass down with a hard rattle.

"No, what's unbelievable is you and your brother! You knew why I was here!"

"Dean doesn't know."

"Which makes it that much worse, Sam. I've been here for almost three months, and you said nothing! I've spent my nights having panic attack and crying my eyes out, because you didn't bother to even ask, before ripping me out of my world. You just did it!" She cards her fingers through her hair, hands rubbing her eyes. "You drop this bombshell on me, and expect me to change my life! Look at Dean! Look at him!" She gestures towards the blonde grinding against Dean as they dance. "He's not going to change! Why should I subject myself to a life of waiting? Of worrying of he's ever gonna come back? Or wondering if he can just be faithful!"

"Emily-"

"He doesn't even know I'm here! He's too worried about Fucking some random Bimbo, rather than looking around him." She let's out a tired sigh as her voice breaks, and she pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'm tired, Sam. I want to be wanted, to be loved. I can't do that, if I stay in this world." She states, taking a large guzzle of her drink, before she stands. "I need to use the restroom." She stalks off as Sam frowns, staring after her until she disappears from sight, and his eyes swing around the Dean as he's pressed against the blonde on the dancefloor.

Standing in front of the mirror I the bathroom, she is unable to see past the scars and moles that dot her skin, each one is like a Siren, screaming at her, saying "I'm here! You can't get rid of me! Nobody will love you with me!" and it's crushing her insides because of it. Taking a deep breath, she brushes a stray lock from her eyes, and walks out of the bathroom. "Hey," Her eyes snap up to see the bartender, Travis, pushing off the wall at her approach. "I'm on break, wanna dance?" He holds out his hand to her in an offer, which she hesitates before she takes it.

"Yeah, thanks." He just chuckles as he practically drags her to the dancefloor, and steps close to her. "Hey, not too close." She steps back a bit as he places a hand on her waist, and they start to sway.

"So, you know my name, do I get yours?" He asks as she shakes her head. It feels wrong to dance with him, not to mention that he gives her a bad feeling.

"Emily." She answers as they continue to circle the outer dancefloor, her eyes easily picking out Dean and his newest Bimbo in the crowd.

"Why do you look so sad, Emily?" He glances in the same direction, before smirking at her. "Ah, guy trouble? Did he leave you, for her?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but no. We're not together, and there is no "trouble" with any guy." She retorts, possibly a little too sharply. Travis just smirks as he spins her around, pulling her close, a little closer than comfortable, causing her to press against his chest to put room between them once again. "Not so close." She snips, and his grin turns lecherous as he spins her out, yanking her back to him, and grinds against her ass. "Hey, stop!" She barks, attempting to pull away as his hands fall to her waist, holding her in a bruising grip. "That hurts! Travis, let me go!" She struggles to get away as his grip tightens, and she let's out a cry.

"Go ahead and try to escape, you're just gonna make it all the more savory when you cry out for me later." He snarls with his face pressed to her ear.

"Let me go!" She shouts, suddenly she's yanked from the bartender's grasp, tucked into the person's warm side, causing her to look up at him as she quakes, seeing Dean seething as he glares at the bartender.

"She said 'let go' that means let go." He practically growls, arm around her waist, careful of the marks that she's sure that are developing on her flesh. Travis glares at Dean, grabbing him by the collar of his flannel.

"Hey, why don't you mind your own business? Go back to your little tramp, and let some other guys have some fun." Travis snarls in his face as Sam comes over, and Dean just shoots his brother a glance, before he hands Emily off to him. Travis smirks as Dean caresses her red locks, before he turns around and decks the bartender across the face.

"Oh my God!" Emily cries out as Travis wheels around, clutching his face as Dean grabs her wrist, tugging her towards the door. Travis isn't content to let it go though, he charges into the hunter, slamming into his back to knock him out the door, Dean's grip on Emily's wrist vanishes, before he brings her down to the ground as well. She manages to catch herself as she stumbles into the parking lot after them, fists are flying, they're rolling across the ground, it's all a blur as other people start to run out, the bouncers are even attempting to break up the fight. "Dean! Dean stop!" She shouts as they roll across the ground, landing punches. "Stop it!" She lunges at them, arms closing around Dean's chest as he prepares to punch the bartender, sitting astride the other man's chest as Dean heaves for air. "Stop. Just stop. Please." She whispers in his air as Travis glares up at them as the bouncers step in.

"Are you alright?" Dean asks as he stands, he cups her face as he rests his forehead against her's, and she let's out a shuttering breath as she nods. "You sure?" His voice is deep, shaking a bit, and she realizes that so are his hands that are now both on either side of her face.

"Mhm." She nods, softly taking his hands in her own, caressing the broken skin with sad eyes. "Let's go home."

"Yeah. Let's." He wraps an arm around her waist, and directs her over to the car, Sam is already on the way to the Bunker by the time Dean finds it in him to let go over her waist, and let her get in the car. It's been a long night.

#dean winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural miniseries #ssfg writes #reverse french mistake #different series #oops no longer a mini series