#(rowena voice) fix it!

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so i just caught up on doctor who with elsie (which is to say that they’ve already seen all the episodes, but i’m the one who was behind and had to catch up) and the good news is that now they can send me any meme, fanwork, whatever about it and i’ll Get It. bad news is that i think i’m going to spend the next two weeks just wandering around the apartment and mumbling to myself in various english (and similar/adjacent) dialects until i can pinpoint the characters’ voices.

#i have 12 down bc i already could do scottish thanks to rowena from supernatural #13 is TRICKY bc it's northern but not as much as jodie's actual voice #it's the U and I sounds that i think are the most poignant #i can KIND of do 10 but i am still confused by what tennent is doing #i cannot do dan i'm so sorry dan #and i'd love to get rose's #me when i love accents and voice work and dialects but i refuse to work on my own #steve.txt #like at this point it would be easier to just move to england and pretend to be british #than to actually fix my speech shit #which i now realize a lot of my tumblr friends don't know about] #bc you lot have never heard me speak #(with some exceptions) #anyway

[zepskies]

OMG I KEED A PART 2 TO SAM HAVING A CRUSH ON DEANS GF

Like idk maybe say Sam didn't listen to Dean and tried making a move on reader? Like ofc he wouldn't ever do that *I don't think* but in this hypothetical scenerio it happens

Hey hun!

Oooof, that's hard. You guys really like this angsty love triangle stuff, huh? 😂 I genuinely think Sam would rather saw off his own hand than hurt Dean that way. But this is like, the only thing I could think of on this one. 😅

See this imagine for context: You are Dean's one exception.

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader, one-sided Sam W. x Reader Word Count: 1,100

Imagine: Sam crosses the line.

Goddamn witches.

That's the last coherent thought Sam has, before his mind is no longer completely his to control.

Well, it's still his mind. His body. But the careful door in his mind and in his heart, reinforced with steel and chained shut with titanium, combo-coded, locked and loaded, now has broken hinges.

Thoughts he hasn't allowed himself to think for months are pried open, with a sick kind of enjoyment in pain.

You're his brother's girl. Sam can't help but love you. He wants you. And now, he might be able to have you.

The witch is dead, but the spell she just hit Sam with remains. He's not dead, so that's a plus.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, slightly breathless. You're the closest to where he's sprawled on the ground, so you go to him. You touch his arm, and he can't help but clamp down on your hand. He looks at you with the thinly veiled eyes of a hunter as he smiles. Because your concern reaches the deepest parts of him.

"I'm fine," he says.

But Dean reads the hunger in his brother's eyes. He's subtle in the way he grasps your shoulder and Sam's (noticeably tighter).

"But what happened? How do you feel?" you ask, trying to take stock of what you're all dealing with here.

"I uh...feel fine, actually," Sam says. He rolls his shoulders. His gaze focuses on you. Dean holds him back from getting off the ground.

"Get the book. See if there's a way to fix this," Dean tells you without taking his eyes off Sam.

Sam tilts his head at Dean, the beginning of an angry frown on his lip as you rush away to find the witch's spell book.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Sam asks. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. (He literally doesn't have a filter anymore.) "Afraid of what might happen when she actually has the chance to choose?"

Dean's lips purse as his eyes darken. "This isn't you. And when you wake up from this, you're either gonna hate yourself for even thinkin' what you're thinkin', or you're gonna have one hell of a headache."

Sam stares back incredulously. He scoffs. "What're you gonna do, kill me?" They both know that's not happening.

But that's also when Dean knocks him the hell out.

When Sam wakes, it's to you stuffing tissues in his bloody nose. He groans a bit. He looks at you and still wants. But when he looks down at himself, he's in the bunker, handcuffed to the war room table.

You look worried for him as you go back to your side of the table with the book. Dean is oddly nowhere in sight. Sam thought he'd be watching you (and Sam) like a hawk.

"Dean'll be back in a sec. He's trying to get ahold of Rowena," you supply. "But how're you feeling? What's the spell doing to you exactly?"

Sam rolls the kinks out of his neck and removes the tissues, even though his entire face radiates with pain. His brother once promised to break his nose, and he did just that.

"Basically? I think it took away my inhibitions," he replies. More like threw them in a blender and put his deepest, headiest desires into overdrive.

You frown. "Like a really bad bender, or a truth serum kind of thing? But why would he punch you out for that?"

Your gears are turning rapidly, weighing out all the options. You always were smart. Sam leans forward slowly. Noting your thread of wariness, his face softens. He doesn't want to scare you...

He sighs. "Listen...there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He reaches out a hand. You're looking at him in frozen surprise. His curled fingers brush your cheek. He leans in toward your face.

But you flinch and pull away.

"What the hell are you doing?" you ask.

Sam should've known, but it still hurts him. His jaw clenches. The spell takes away his self-preservation, however.

Just as he might've tried with words to finally confess the depths of his heart, the door creaks open.

The sound of Dean's heavy boots approaching makes him flinch. But Sam looks over with an unrepentant stare.

Dean glances at Rowena, nostrils flaring. "Fix him." He gestures at Sam before he joins you on your side of the table, resting a protective hand on your back.

Rowena shoots him a droll look. "Only because you asked so nicely."

"I don't need fixing!" Sam argues, glaring at Dean. His voice echoes on the bunker's walls. "You're just afraid of what happens if she knows the truth!"

Your eyes widen further. You look from Sam, to your boyfriend. Dean's jaw is clenched tight.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" you ask in earnest. Dean meets your gaze for a moment, his face tense. His reluctant eyes communicate to you things you never knew. Things that clog emotion in your throat. Dean turns back to Sam.

"Don't do this, Sammy. It don't end well for you," Dean says.

"Like hell," Sam retorts.

"Okay, sleep now, dear," Rowena says. And with a wave of her hand and a haze of violet, Sam's world once again blackens.

When he next wakes, he's in his own bed. Not restrained. He indeed has a massive headache, and it's hard to breathe through his still broken nose. He groans and turns, and his brother is there.

When the overwhelming guilt sets in, Sam knows he's himself again, with all the careful walls around his heart put back in place. Rowena must've broken the spell when he was unconscious. Dean can see the truth in Sam's eyes.

"There he is," Dean remarks dryly. "Our giant Jekyll and Hyde."

Sam inhales deeply. "Dean..." I'm sorry doesn't quite cut it.

"She knows," Dean says, after a moment. "Obviously."

Sam nods, swallowing past a lump in his throat. He hesitates to ask the next burning question, because part of him knows the answer.

"It doesn't change anything."

Sam's head turns at the sound of your voice. You stand in the doorway, with your arms crossed despite the disheartened look on your face. Your eyes meet his, steady and sad, but firm.

"I know," Sam says, with a small, self-deprecating smile. "I'm sorry...for all this."

"It's not your fault," you reply. Spell or no spell, the way he feels is not his fault.

You step into the bedroom and go to Sam's bedside, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder. That hand smoothes up his neck, and your fingers briefly thread into his hair. Another silent conversation passes between you and Dean, the way only lovers that close can accomplish.

After a beat, Dean nods and gets up out of his chair. He thumbs at your cheek; it's both an answer to your unspoken request and an endearment. Then he pats Sam's shoulder before he leaves you and Sam alone in the room.

Trust. That's what that is. Dean trusts you, and now that the spell has worn off, he trusts Sam again.

Sam meets your gaze. As awful as he feels, he still loves you. He knows you know by the way your gaze meets his.

All he wants to do is touch you.

To apologize, and to touch you.

He hates himself.

You shake your head. "I love you, Sam. As my friend. My brother."

"I know," he nods. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," you reply. "You just have to respect that."

"'Course, I do," Sam nods again. You would've never known, if not for the damn spell.

You surprise him by taking his hand. Yours is soft and warm and kind.

Always kind...

But never truly his to hold.

AN: GAH! The Angst. You could bottle it. 😩

Want to know what that conversation was like between Dean and the reader after she "found out?"

Read It Here: You and Dean talk about Sam's feelings.

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[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 14

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“Good morning, Rowena.”

“Good morning, your majesty” she said as she sat down at the table.

“Are you feeling better?” the queen asked.

“Much better. Thank you for asking.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby.”

“Oh, a baby” she giggled. “I’ve never understood why we say that when we have a good night of sleep. Babies usually sleep badly, though I must say that Rúben was a good sleeper. Way better than Diogo.”

“Sorry, mother” he smiled.

“Rowena, were you a good sleeper as a baby?” the queen asked her.

“I don’t know, your majesty. My mother never said.”

“That probably is because you were a good one.”

“Someone slept well, and woke up hungry” the king chuckled.

“Oh, yes, sorry” Rowena said when she saw the amount of food on her plate. “I am famished.”

“You left most of what you had eaten on that poor flowerpot” Diogo laughed.

“Didi!” Anne said, hitting his arm.

“Sorry, my lady” he apologized.

“It’s alright, don’t worry” Rowena smiled.

“Where is that husband of yours?” the king asked.

“He…” she mumbled, looking for an excuse. She was pretty sure he hadn’t come back to bed. She fell asleep not long after he abruptly left to find her a piece of cake, and when she woke up that morning, his side of the bed was cold.

“Good morning, everyone” Rúben said, walking into the dining room.

“Speak of the devil” his uncle chuckled, giving him a big pat on the back when he sat next to him, as far away from Rowena as he could. What was going on with him? Had she done something wrong?

“Well, now that the whole family is finally together, is there anything anyone would like to share? Any good news?” the queen asked. “No one?” she asked again, looking first to Rowena and then to Rúben.

“Why are you looking at me like that? he said.

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“I’ve done nothing.”

“Haven’t you, dear?”

“Is this because I slept in one of the guest rooms? I didn’t want to bother Rowena, she needed to rest.” So that’s where he had been.

“And why did she need to rest?” 

“Because it had been a long day, and she was still recovering from hitting her head during the football game.”

“Oh, please stop it, Rúben!” the queen said. “I know!”

“You know what?” he asked, visibly confused.

“That Rowena is pregnant!”

“That I what?” she said, her voice getting lost between everyone else’s. 

“You are pregnant and you hadn’t told me?” Anne asked her.

“Oh, congratulations, brother!” Diogo yelled, getting up to hug Rúben.

“The family is growing!” their uncle said, toasting with the king.

“Can you… Can you all please stop!” Rúben roared. 

“What is it, son?” the king asked.

“Rowena isn’t pregnant.”

“Of course she is” the queen chuckled. “The nausea, the fainting, eating a lot… Those are signs of being pregnant!”

“She isn’t pregnant. Tell them” Rúben said, looking at her.

“I… I’m sorry, your majesty” Rowena whispered, fixing her eyes on her plate, her cheeks burning.

“But I… I… Are you sure?” the queen asked her.

“I bled last week, your majesty” she whispered again.

“If you had bothered to ask her maid instead of jumping into conclusions…” Rúben said as he got up and stormed out of the room.

“I… I’m so sorry, Rowena. I didn’t… I…”

“It’s alright, your majesty” she said, her mind only focused on one thing. On Rúben and his weird behaviour.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Hello, Rowena."

"How did you know it was me?"

"I smelled your perfume."

"You are able to smell it among all the horses?" she asked.

"I could smell it everywhere" Rúben replied while brushing one of the horses' mane. "Wait, that sounded a bit weird."

"A bit, yes" Rowena chuckled. "But it's fine, it's you. My husband. The one who didn't come back to bed last night."

"Yes, about that…"

"I'm sorry" they both said at the same time.

"You are sorry?" she asked. "What for?"

"I told you I was going to get you some cake and I… I just couldn't go back to the party and face them all, then I couldn't find a servant, and then I didn't want to go back and wake you up."

"You probably wouldn't have woken me up, you know how I sleep."

"Yeah" he chuckled, finally lifting his eyes from the horse and looking at her. "Why did you apologize?"

"For ruining your birthday party."

"Rowena, I already told you last night. You didn't ruin anything."

"Maybe. But I shouldn't have been so stubborn. I should have rested like you constantly told me to."

"On that, we agree" he smiled.

"But I didn't do it, and look at the mess I created. What happened this morning…"

"I know" Rúben said, looking back at the horse.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

"It isn't, Rowena. My mother should have been more careful."

"Maybe. But the symptoms were there, you know? It was easy to get confused."

"It was" he said, back to brushing the horse's mane. 

"Do you… do you forgive me?"

"There is nothing to forgive."

"But you were clearly mad this morning."

"I was. But not at you, I promise" he said, looking at her once again. She wanted to believe him, he looked honest. But she had the feeling he was hiding something from her.

"Then I don't need to bribe you with a present?"

"A present? For me?"

"Look at you getting all excited" she laughed. "It was your birthday last night, and in case you have forgotten, I told you I had got you something."

"You actually said that, yes" he smiled. But this time, it was that smile. The one she loved, the one that was just for her. "It feels like it happened a long time ago."

"It does. But do you still want it?"

"Of course" Rúben said.

"Then put that down and close your eyes."

"Rowena…"

"I trusted you when you gave me my present, didn't I? Now it is your turn to trust me."

"Alright" he laughed, putting down the brush and closing his eyes. "Now what?"

"Now stay very still" she said as she moved around him, standing behind him. "Open."

"What… a necklace?" he asked, looking down at the stone resting on his chest.

"My birthstone" Rowena replied.

"Your…" Rúben said, turning around to face her.

"You got me yours, and I got you mine. It's funny because it is the same colour as my dress from last night."

"Sky blue" he smiled.

"Exactly. So I'm afraid our colours are going to be the same as my family's."

"I don't mind" he replied, looking from the little stone to her. "Thank you, Rowena."

"You're welcome" she smiled. "Now I will always carry you with me, and you will always carry me with you. Just like your mother does with you, Diogo and the King."

"Yes" he whispered.

"My prince, are you getting emotional?" Rowena teased him. 

"What? No, no. It's just some dust because the horse moved, nothing else."

"Sure…"

"It is."

"I said sure."

"It is… Romina" Rúben smirked.

"Romina!" she laughed. "I can't remember the last time you called me that."

"Me neither, to be honest" he chuckled. "But I wanted to tease you, and I know getting your name wrong always does the trick."

"That, and calling me cupcake."

"Cupcake is my own little poppy. It is said with love, not to tease you."

"With…"

"My prince. Princess" one of the stable boys said behind them. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You didn't interrupt anything" Rowena quickly said. "I was actually just leaving, I want to take a quick nap before lunch."

"Good idea. You need to rest, wife" Rúben winked.

"I… do" she said, feeling her cheeks get warm. He had never winked at her before, and it definitely was… something. "See you for lunch."

"Of course. And Romina..."

"What?" Rowena said, rolling her eyes but also smiling. 

"Thank you" Rúben said while touching his necklace.

"You're welcome" she replied, a stupid smile on her face as she left the stables. One that accompanied her as she walked through the gardens on her way back to the palace.

"But are you sure it was Prince Rúben?" she heard someone say behind some bushes, the mention of Rúben's name catching her attention.

"That back of his is difficult to get confused" someone else replied.

"But it was his birthday party. Why would he leave?"

"He wanted to celebrate."

"I thought he had stopped seeing Iris."

Iris? Who was Iris? Rowena said to herself as she moved a bit closer to hear more of the conversation. 

"He stopped seeing her regularly when he got married, but he still sees her from time to time."

"I thought he loved the princess."

"Love" the first voice snorted. "That's for fairy tales. This is the real world, and he was forced to marry a total stranger. So now that he got his job done and managed to get the princess pregnant, he's back to visiting his favourite girl."

"She would also be my favourite girl" the second voice laughed. "She's so beautiful…"

"But she's the prince's whore, so take that idea out of your head."

She is his what?

"Now, let's go finish this before someone calls us out for being lazy" the first voice said.

"Yes, yes" the second replied. "Are you sure the princess is pregnant, tho? The maids were saying…"

But Rowena didn't hear anything else. She was frozen in place, what those two servants had been talking about repeating in her head over and over again. Rúben had lied to her. Everything that had been happening between them since they had moved to the summer palace was a lie. He was seeing someone else. He had someone else. Another woman. Iris.

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[diminuel]

Destiel Hanahaki: both of them have it but Cas’s angel powers keep them from growing in his vessel and one of the big issues Cas had as a human all alone was his flowers starting to grow, and it’s another reason he kept stealing Grace even tho it was killing him, the flowers would also without the Grace so might as well right?

And Cas knows Dean has developed it, probably around season 6, so clearly it’s about Lisa. Cas tells Dean about Dean’s affliction when Dean asks him to erase Lisa’s memories but Dean insists (and Dean knows his flowers aren’t for her, they started once he began missing Cas who was being all weird and distant and then the betrayal and then the lake…). Cas heals Dean’s lungs consistently, he’s asked Dean if he wants Castiel to fully remove them like the surgery would, roots and feelings and all, but Dean the stubborn, loving man that Cas knows he is refuses the full procedure, only asks that the symptoms be treated.

(It’s one of the reasons Dean goes so off the rails when Cas dies or disappears, the longer Cas is away the more the flowers strangle his lungs, because contrary to the usual movement of the disease, where being around the object of one’s unrequited love usually speeds up the process, Dean’s flowers are more content when Cas is around and this makes Cas REALLY not suspect they are for him, Dean truly is one of a kind.

Jack watched in curious horror as he watches the roots only he can see slowly strangle Dean as he waters the flowers with bitterness, alcohol, and a broken heart. Sam tries asking Jack to heal his brother, who he watches cough up orchids and extinct flowers, and ancient plants that predate flowers, but there’s nothing the Nephil can do. Billie sent Dean back into the world of the living with a pruning just before Cas’s return, who didn’t see how bad Dean got away from him in such short amount of time. )

When Cas goes to the Empty, he heals Dean one last time, hoping Dean will one day either go find Lisa or have the surgery to finally heal himself, not knowing he’s only delayed Dean’s death by a few months, not by a rusty nail in a barn, but a broken heart and a jungle in his chest.

(Over the years there have been “allies” and enemies and even a desperate Sam that have tried covert, magical, and usually effective ways removing the roots and feelings fully. Crowley, Rowena, Ketch, and even Naomi and Amara have tried demon, witch, MoL, medical, and angelic treatments to either save this idiot against his consent or to sever his connection to Cas, but these treatments, powerful and usually 100% affective, don’t work to their bafflement)

No MCD (at least none that is permanent) allowed on this blog! X3

Hanahaki is a trope that completely passed me by. I vaguely know what it is but I haven't read a fic about it yet.

In any case!! I don't know if Cas would think that Dean's still mourning Lisa that many years on? Also, what would happen to Lisa in this circumstance? Wouldn't Cas have seen that she doesn't have the flowers? (Or doesn't it have to be mutual? Like some sort of soulmate thing?)

But I don't know enough to really contribute ideas to this scenario, apart from the "NO MCD! *Rowena voice* Fix it!" *lol*

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Everlong - Chapter One

A Supernatural Series

~Y/N has everything she's ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren't always what they seem.~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others

Series Warnings: NSFW. Angst. Smut. Blood. Magic. Trauma. Suicidal Issues. Major Character Death(s). Strangeness. It's Super Angst. Chapters won't be tagged to preserve story flow, but it is all angst. Be warned. 

Chapter One Word Count: 613

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Dean’s hand was shaking when he reached for her. His palm felt like fire against her icy cheek and the tips of his fingers curled gently into her skin.

Tears flooded his eyes but Y/N saw past the wetness, diving into a deep sea of green, marveling at the golden flecks as they sparkled in the dying sunlight.

The light was fading fast; color drained from the world around her, but his eyes stayed true. His gaze locked on her face, pupils wide and searching.

“Baby…” His voice cracked around the tears as he slipped his left hand behind her head, gently lifted her face to his. “Stay with me.” His lips trembled as he spoke, pushing out the words around the terror that rose in his throat. “Baby come on!”

Y/N struggled to take a breath but the bitter taste of pennies hit her tongue. A shattering cough wrecked her bones as the blood filled her throat. It bubbled up and out, spilling down her chin as she looked up into those spectacular green eyes.

“De-”

He looked so lost, so innocent; like a child forgotten in a crowd. His grip on her tightened and he dropped a hand to her chest, pressing down on the gaping wound.

“Y/N, hang on…” He lifted his head, eyes leaving hers as he screamed for help. “Sam! Damnit, Sam- we need help!”

Missing his eyes, she clawed at his hand, too weak to lift her fingers to his cheek. He came back to hers and his world shattered.

“Y/N… please-”

A smile tickled her blood-stained lips as her vision began to blur. The forest around them, the setting sun, the cool breeze meant nothing. There was only the brilliant green of his eyes and the warmth of his touch.

“Dean, I-”

Y/N woke with a start, grabbing for the hole in her chest and finding nothing but the soft, worn cotton of Dean’s old AC/DC shirt. The blood was gone and the forest had vanished.

Beside her, Dean stirred and his heavy hand slid across her lap. “You OK?” His voice was thick with sleep and he cracked one eye open.

“Just a dream,” she told him, slinking back down next to him. His arm moved up to her middle and he locked her there, half beneath him, safe in his arms.

“Anything good?” he asked, quickly slipping back to sleep.

The dream lingered. She could almost feel the damp earth beneath her back, smell the airy woods, feel the wind. Her tongue was heavy and the taste of blood came back for an instant before she shoved it away.

“No. Nothing good.”

Dean sighed and shifted closer, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. “I got you, princess,” he whispered. “Always.”

It wasn’t long before Dean was out cold once more, but Y/N was afraid to close her eyes. The dream had felt so real, so strong, that she was afraid to be sent back if she relaxed. She lay with her eyes fixed on the plaster ceiling, trying to push away the fear and conjure up a new dream.

She let her mind wander, pretending like she used to do as a child. She imagined a little house in the country with a few acres of emerald grass and dogs playing in the front yard. She put herself in the old fashioned kitchen, making fresh lemonade and watching out of the window as Dean worked on the tractor engine. Sweat was glistening on his brow and a line of dirt streaked across his cheek.

She sighed happily and let herself melt into the mattress.

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[amaranthhiding]

Empty Earth - Chapter 22

by Hiding Amaranth

Empty Earth Chapter 22 is online on AO3! Jack POV for this one. :)

Cover by the author (original post with both covers)

Empty Earth Words: 97,192 so far, Chapters: 22/? Relationships: Dean/Cas, Sam/Rowena, Jack & Dean, Jack & Crowley POV: Alternating (Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Rowena, Crowley, Naomi, HunterCorp Dean, Michael, Kevin, Balthazar)

Tags: Post-15x18, Fix-It, Epic, Plotty, Action/Adventure, Apocalypse, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Splashes of Humor, Empty Rescue, Protective Dean, Angel True Forms, Consensual Possession, Enochian, Magic, Witch Sam, Queen Rowena, Rebellion in Hell, Samwena First Kiss, Destiel Being Chaotic

Summary: After Castiel's confession, Dean carries a spark of hope telling him this can't be the end. This spark is the strongest weapon for Dean, Sam and Jack in this final war. The enemy is God. The battlefield is an Earth devoid of humans, a Hell in rebellion against its queen, and a Heaven betrayed by its creator. And the stakes are everything and everyone they have ever cared about. Read Empty Earth on AO3!

Excerpt from Chapter 22 under the cut

The caped stranger ran through the dark tunnel much too fast for them to keep up. It was only thanks to Jack's angelic senses that he saw the man come to a stop somewhere ahead. He managed to prevent Mary from crashing into the wall with a warning hand against her shoulder. A quiet curse near them meant John hadn't been spared from that fate.

A light appeared, and Jack saw that the stranger held a small flashlight between his teeth while drawing another one of those chalk sigils. The outline of a door appeared in the wall of the tunnel, and a short press of the man's hand sufficed for it to open outwards.

One after the other, they stumbled out into the blinding brightness of someone's heaven on a sunny beach. The ocean was impressive and slightly intimidating with its size and the crashing waves. Jack had only ever seen such a large body of water in the split second it had taken him to fly across it in his frenzied escape from his own guilt. Standing right in front of these massive plains of blue reaching all the way to the horizon was on a different level entirely.

"Close the damned door if you got any sense!" the stranger called out to them and Jack turned hastily to press the door closed behind John, watching it merge seamlessly into a changing cubicle.

The man didn't wait to see if they complied, already running further ahead through rows of white sun chairs and colorful parasols.

"Doctor Badass, wait!" Jack yelled, attracting the attention of a woman who must have been the owner of this heaven.

"Who the fuck are you people?" she asked them, sitting up on her sun chair. "You're ruining my vibe here."

Jack noticed only then how much they stood out on this beach, fully dressed among people in swimwear, running when everyone else was just lounging and relaxing.

"I'm sorry. We'll stop ruining… your vibe. We were just leaving," he hurried to explain, throwing a look at Mary and John behind him. Mary seemed confused, John annoyed, but the caped stranger didn't slow down, so Jack had no choice but continue their frenzied run.

They caught up with him in front of a wooden booth selling ice cream, where the man was creating another one of his strange chalk doors on the side wall. He waved them inside and they were once more surrounded by darkness.

"All right, enough of this nonsense! Who or what are we running from?" John asked, his voice echoing in the silence of the tunnel.

"Jack, you said Dean is hurt? Where is he?" Mary talked over him, and the worry in her voice was audible.

Jack never had a chance to reply to either of these questions, though, because Doctor Badass cut him off.

"Listen, there's a time for answers, but this ain't it. Gotta shake off the God Squad before they can track us to Homebase."

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[dyed-red]

I voted for priest Sam hair! Not only because it was the correct choice, but, hey, bribery! So for a mini Dickey, a choice between outsider POV of the boys being weird about each other or late seasons domestic!Winchesters? If neither of those work for you, write something you like 😁

I love that my bribery accomplished nothing, because everyone taking me up on the offer is someone who was already going to (or already had) vote for the correct choice anyway :D truly net zero impact on the poll, which is likely for the best.

and ahh, i do love both outsider PoV and domestic!chesters, so this is good. and in my typical fashion, my answer is:

Set after 12x11, "Regarding Dean".

They're very beautiful boys is the thing. Well, not the thing, but certainly part of it. Rowena thinks that anyone would be hard-pressed to judge her somewhat embarrassing lack of self-preservation in this regard, if they too got to experience the full effect of Sam Winchester imperious gaze or Dean's intermittently roguish and boyish smiles.

That or, like so many before her, she truly just did contract Winchester Derangement Syndrome. Oh well.

She'd wanted to skirt out of town quickly, after helping fix up Dean's memory. It would be the prudent thing to do. But it was also an opportunity, one that might not drop into her lap quite so easily again anytime soon, to get a read on the brothers without being observed herself. One had to wonder how they did it, held the world together with duck tape and a can-do attitude, considering how ordinary and brutish they'd seemed at first.

Well. Maybe not entirely brutish. Sam's command of Latin and spellwork had always intrigued her. But that was neither here nor there, and he wasn't accomplished enough a spellcrafter to see through the glamour that she wove around herself -- an angling and aging of the face, a darkening and straightening of the hair, a thinning of the lips and tinting to the eyes. Enough that, with an outfit passably dull, she could opposite to them in the pub where they made their way for dinner and rest before they'd set out in the morning. A quiet place on the outskirts of town, locals trudging work boots in and tired or sore from the day. Sam and Dean fit right in. They seemed to fit in most anywhere they went.

Better chameleons than even her glamour could afford her. A few hundred years and Rowena wasn't sure she'd perfected the art of invisibility as well as two men gorgeous enough to be on magazine covers. That was something.

She'd followed them in, waited across the parking lot, and wondered if Dean had injured himself somehow on the day's misadventures. She didn't recall anything, not much action except for at the end there, otherwise just Sam pasting sticky notes to objects and Dean becoming cuter and more bearable by the minute. She didn't recall anything, but Sam's hand never strayed from Dean's back as they made their way across the lot, and Dean never shrugged it off.

By the time she slipped inside, found herself a stool at a table with a view of their booth, they were seated across from one another. She'd never noticed, never bothered to, how far their legs stretched under a table, tangled up into each other's foot-space. At her height, not an issue she had frequently. But Sam was leaned back, fingers on the table, leg, ankle jostling against Dean's calf underneath it. He looked relaxed, and something in Rowena's chest eased at seeing it.

The curse was properly fixed then. Of course she wouldn't wait around in town just to be sure, she wasn't their minder and anyway she'd been certain it was fixed before they parted ways. Still though, confirmation never rankled.

Dean looked around and Rowena turned her gaze to the bland offerings on the menu and in her peripheral she heard his voice, not the words, and then Sam's laughter, loud and startled for a moment then quieter.

When she glanced over, Dean was grinning, leaned in, and Sam's face was so fond her own stomach felt a little gurgly, as if caterpillars (never butterflies) might take up residence.

There was a motion, quick dart, and Sam's hand was on Dean's. Overtop, maybe on his wrist. Rowena's caterpillars turned to lead -- waited with bated breath as their waitress came over and they separated, expressions shifting quick like guilty schoolboy -- and then burst forth into winged insects instead, fluttering around her insides. She bit the inside of her cheek, eyes alight, and ignored the moths taking up residence inside of her.

Well, that was something then.

It wasn't all that scandalous, that kind of sin. Proscribed by the law of every place and time, but something you saw a time or twenty if you lived long enough. It wasn't as if she hadn't suspected. Her imaginings had been more brutal though, more teeth gnashing end-of-world anger with each other, clinging and messy and mad with it. Hand touches across the tables and -- the memory surfaced from earlier in the day -- delighted grins over the potential for a front row seat to some 'live skinemax', that hadn't been what she'd conjured up.

And oh, to be the live entertainer with Sam, to have pleasure made into a show for Dean's affections. Too bad Sam had to be so focused on fixing his brother, they could have had some real fun that afternoon. She certainly wouldn't have complained.

She ordered something herself, a salad and, because life was short, two types of dessert to follow. If there was some thing cold-blooded American capitalism had done right, it was egregiously portioned and delectably indulgent desserts.

The brothers ate, and laughed, and sighed across their bench from each other, seeming weary but well. Ordinary, but far from it. Their legs tangled deeper into each other's space. Dean's fingers drummed an absent pattern, no doubt from one of those rock bands he liked, and Sam nudged him with his leg and directed him to where some dart boards were setup. They brushed shoulders and elbowed each other, were close enough for her to catch snatches of their conversation. Teasing, mostly. Challenging, boyish one-upmanship. Flirting, quite obviously, when Sam's voice dropped to growl something in Dean's ear she couldn't catch, the tone of which had her stomach swooping anyway.

They left not long after, when her second dessert arrived. A little flavourless, in comparison. She left without bothering to finish, left town that night without dawdling any longer. The boys were good, and were comforting each other, and they owed her one. The rest was between them.

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[shallowseeker]

What is the most well-acted scene of SPN, in your opinion?

I think for a genre show, there are a lot of surprisingly hard-hitting moments. But today, I'm gonna say this:

CROWLEY: I'd like...to ask you a-a favor, Sam. Earlier, when you were confessing back there...what did you say? I only ask because, given my history...it raises the question... Where do I start...to even look for forgiveness? I mean...

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Discussion:

I think Mark's voice, and his whole everything in this scene was among the hardest-hitting of Supernatural. It was so incredibly well-done.

Crowley has been brutal this season. He killed Kevin's girlfriend and tortured Kevin, and yet here he is, asking for forgiveness in a Church, a symbol of penance and forgiveness. As he spirals down from the high of the "roofied disinhibition" of "being a demon," he starts to feel everything again, and he despairs.

It's a callback to the demon Father Thompson cured, the one who ate his own children. It's a callback to Sam's hopped-up stent on demon blood.

In SPN Prime, John thought he was doing the right thing by his neglect and absence and violence, to toughen up his children and prepare them to defend themselves in a world that wants to kill them. And in doing so, John let his family down, and he died before they could fix it. Sam grieving John is not just about grieving the man lost, it's about Sam grieving the loss of potential for healing and repair.

If John Winchester could have lived and reckoned with his crimes of absence and neglect and cruelty, could he have done the same? Asked for forgiveness? Sam will never know. Sam would've forgiven him. There's nothing he wants to put in front of his family either, when you get down to it.

And Sam feels this guilt in himself, too, in his powering up on demon blood in order to do the righteous thing and protect the world. (We'll see in season 15 that this power would've corrupted him, eventually killing those very things he longed to protect.)

Also, there's the guilt for what he perceives as his run to escapism purely for the sake of escaping, serving up an incomplete version of himself in order to fit into an idealized normal (Amelia is to Sam as Kate was to John Winchester, perhaps). In doing so, he let his family down when they needed him the most. (He abandoned Kevin, Dean, Cas because he couldn't face the pain of fighting alone, like how John had to fight alone, and like how Mary has to fight alone in the AU Earth-world. Having siblings is like having built-in allies, and because of that, Sam's never had to fight alone.)

Sam, too, will ask for forgiveness in this church, the symbol of forgiveness. Sam still has living family members to connect to and heal with, and in this scene at least, family is about forgiveness. Dean will be compared to Church by Jody, and it's linking this idea that there are things in your life you can rely on, no matter what. Church is supposed to be a "communal family of forgiveness, not judgment" after all. (Example: Jody turns to Church when she's alone.)

Siblings can be a built-in church in the same way that they are built-in comrades. But Sam was not there for his only kin, and he despairs over not being a reliable brother, lamenting that Dean has turned to his “new brothers” over him. Dean capitulates to Sam's mental state here in this scene, affirming his sense of worth and that he'll always be there no matter what. Critically, this is to preserve Sam's life, because Sam is not in his right mind; he's suicidal.

(Eventually, Crowley too will try to repair things with his son Gavin, and he'll also reckon with Rowena's abandonment.)

The nifty thing about this scene, I think, is that while the Church is the symbol of familial forgiveness and penance, the actual institution of Heaven is brutal and unforgiving and judging. Outside, the angels are falling. The idea of it is more powerful than the reality of it. Heaven would not let Cas do penance.

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[whumpy-daydreams]

Bloody Training

Masterlist

CW: stabbed, guns, mention of killing, training whump

Marcus was in a bad mood. One of the jobs had gone sideways before it even began, the target had somehow got wind of the danger and fled halfway around the world.

He didn't take his anger out directly - physical violence was reserved for training and punishment. Or discipline, as he called it.

"Again."

Rowena and Evangeline panted. They'd been doing the same drill for hours: two laps around the house immediately followed by target practice.

The gun shook in her hands as Rowena tried to steady her breaths. Bang, bang, bang. Each shot hit the target, one only millimetres away from the centre.

"Again."

She took off, sliding the safety catch on as she sprinted for the door, passing Eva on the way back in. Evangeline had always been faster than her - her long legs an unfair advantage that Marcus berated her for. As if Rowena could magically grow longer legs.

The cold air stung her nostrils, puffs of hot breath steaming in the afternoon frost. Her thighs and lungs burnt from the effort. As she started her second lap, Eva joined her.

"How..." Rowena asked breathlessly, "much... longer?"

"Fuck knows. Until one of us passes out." Of course she wouldn't be completely winded.

"Rather you... than me."

Passing out, or worse, giving up, would mean failure. And failure meant discipline. An excuse for Marcus to let out his anger. Rowena's jaw still ached from yesterday's 'training'.

When she got inside again, Eva only steps in front of her, Marcus was flipping a knife in his hand. Perfect.

Rowena took a deep breath, lining up the sights. She pulled the trigger with an exhale, a split second to appreciate the hold in the bullseye before searing pain dropped her to one knee.

Evangeline swore loudly as the knife plunged into her thigh next.

Rowena switched grips, one hand pressed hard to the wound to stem the bleeding as she tried, and failed, to keep the gun steady. Her next shot missed the target completely and she switched hands again, the grip slick with blood. The bullet hit the target, but only just.

"Again."

They didn't so much run as limp outside. Rowena tried to focus on the wound, pulling as much energy as she dared into her magic. Healing hurt worse than the knife and she screamed, falling to the ground.

Eva kept running, gun tucked under an arm as she tied a makeshift tourniquet around her leg.

Rowena didn't fix the wound completely, healing just enough to staunch the bleeding before getting shakily to her feet and hobbling after Eva. Bastard. Insane fucking son of a bitch. Her internal curses towards Marcus did little to help the pain.

By the time it was Rowena's turn to shoot, Evangeline was sitting against the wall, grimacing. Her aim was definitely off, the bullets making erratic holes in the target, but at least none of them missed completely.

"How long did you stop for?" Marcus asked, voice emotionless.

"A few seconds." Shit.

"A few seconds in which you could have easily been shot." Rowena resisted the urge to look away. "Give me your hand."

She tried not to show her fear as she held her hand out, flinching internally as Marcus gripped her wrist and angled the blade above her palm.

The knife went clean through, brought to a stop by the hilt before it was yanked out again. Rowena screamed. Instinct pulled her arm back but Marcus held it tight, skin turning white under his fingers.

"Go back to the target. Kill shots only."

Blood splashed onto her shoes, coating the gun in slick dark red. Rowena was forced to use her left hand, the fingers on her right not obeying commands any more, and tears blurred her vision.

The shots rang out in quick succession, and Rowena silently thanked the gods as each hit its mark. They weren't perfect, but they were kill shots.

"You aren't to heal that wound for 24 hours, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go clean yourself up. Both of you."

Rowena and Evangeline limped out of the room, heading straight for the supply closet to get bandages and antiseptic.

"Dick." Eva muttered.

"Agreed."

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[endlessly-cursed]

A Living Legacy, Chapter Five, Act One: Meeting the Monarch

a/n: finally, after another blood moon, i have updated this story! tbh i've been in a medieval mood, so finishing this was easy. enjoy!

summary: henriette goes on a diplomatic quest... to the faelwyd, where she'll have to impress a key figure in the war

ocs involved: monarch betwixt ( @hphmmatthewluther )

ocs mentioned: lachlann doherty, atticus doherty ( hphmmatthewluther)

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As we both paced, Helga pointed “If we want absolute harmony, we need the changelings on our side.”

“True,” I conceded, “but Rowena’s apprentice is botching it.”

Helga grimaced. He was a lovely boy, but was yet to learn how to navigate this world. If only we could find a way to give them what they wanted… What did the fae like as much as their silver?

Then, the idea came as fast as lightning on a March evening.

“A bargain.” I muttered.

“Pardon?” Helga blinked.

“Fae love to bargain. Mama would always warn me about encountering faeries who’d try to ensnare me on a tempting bargain. Were I to talk to the offended party on the humans’ behalf, then we’d have the changelings on our side.”

“It is an ambitious plan, dear. But the changelings like nothing more than toying with us. You must be smarter.”

“Just because I am peaceful and kind does not mean I do not have a conniving and calculating side. I simply have no need to be on my guard all the time. I am the Queen’s favourite. You’d be surprised of the scrumptious deals I have made in her name. If the Monarch underestimates me because I am soft and calm, it will be their mistake.”

Helga smiled at me knowingly “The brighter the snake, the more poisonous.”

I had never once recurred to my hidden personality, courtesy of father’s harsh lessons, but for this, I ought to leave my reluctance behind. Because a war was brewing, and lives were at stake.

If I had to be my father’s daughter to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, then I would make him proud, if that was ever possible.

After a week of seeking the nearest portal, leaving Godric’s army behind, I looked at Helga. She squeezed my hand “Do not fear, my girl. I know you, and if someone can charm a hedonistic royal, it’s you.”

“Charming royalty is not an easy fit. It must be made with tact, intelligence, boldness and a good measured cunning.”

Helga kissed both cheeks “How grateful I am for having rescued you from that godawful troll.”

“You and I both.”

I entered the portal, and it felt like being swallowed by earth herself. When I opened my eyes, a different world came into my eyes. Everything shone, there was purple everywhere, and everything felt opulent and overwrought.

I squared my shoulders. I had faced people like this all the time. An hedonistic changeling wouldn’t be my end.

Standing before the walls of the castle of the Sovereigns, I squared my shoulders and announced “I’d like to request an audience with the Sovereign of Changelings. Lady Helga Hufflepuff sends me.”

“And you are?” the guard asked haughtily.

I quickly matched it “I am Senator Gemi.”

The guard’s eyebrow quickly twitched, but fixed it and cleared its throat “The sovereigns aren’t available. However—,”

“I shall receive the lovely lady myself.” A voice called.

I turned up to see a person, not quite a woman, not quite a man, with silver hair, pale skin and violet eyes, looking at me quizzically. I matched their stance “You honour me, ah…”

They offered me their hand “Betwixt. Monarch Betwixt.”

I curtsied as low as I could with my heavy ivory dress, and accepted their hand. They led me through the maze that the palace was, and took me to what it seemed like a sitting room, much more opulently decorated and with silver where the eye could meet. They offered me to sit, and, like practised, sat poised and straight, and gazed at them “However may we help you, senator? Though, no offence to you mortals, but your kind isn’t very welcome to women in politics.”

“You stand correct, Monarch. This is my undercover name, for I have some… personal troubles regarding my identity. I have come here to discuss an alliance.”

Their ears perked up, their feet slamming onto the desk. I didn’t allow myself to visibly flinch “And what if I don’t want to discuss politics now? They are so dreadful, and if I have to hear such word one more time, I shall go mad.”

I offered them a smile “What would you wish to discuss, then?”

“Literature, art, history, fashion, the reason you’re hiding your true name… anything save politics.”

“Well, as far as literature comes, I enjoy Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations and when I seek a laugh, I like to read Lysistrata. I’ve always dreamt of seeing the Roman Colosseum, I prefer Ancient Egypt to Greece or Rome, my favoured colours are yellow and blue, and I am undercover because I disappointed my king. Did I sate your desire of debate?”

Betwixt observed me, a curious look on their face, then simply asked “Tell me, Gemi, why Egypt?”

“Henriette,” I blurted out. I cleared my throat “My name is Henriette.”

They leaned back “Why Egypt, Henriette?”

I bit my lip “It is probably the most ancient civilization to the date. The Egyptians inspired the Greeks and Romans, and their culture and customs is so fascinating… a shame that a woman like me is not allowed to read such complex writings…”

Betwixt smiled “A shame indeed. Your intelligence matches your beauty, Henriette. But what shines more is your kind and calm disposition. You wish you were freer from the chains of your position, would you not?”

I sputtered; I did not expect them to read me so well “Power comes with a price, I suppose.”

Betwixt, not taking their eyes off me, munched on his fruit thoughtfully “Well, I’d be a fool not to hear such a lovely woman like yourself out. Do tell me what on earth does Lady Hufflepuff want now.”

I straightened up, remembering my mission, and started talking as calmly an eloquently as one could manage with so little training and time. “You see, there is a war raging amongst wizards and muggles, and what my ladyship aims for is…”

For an hour and a half, I exposed the problem and how Betwixt could help out. There was something off about their posture and how they listened to me, their body language told me that they were more involved than I gave them credit for then. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I was informed of what he planned to do with charitable, heroic Lachlann Doherty.

Primrose blinked “Wait. Lachlann Doherty, as in ‘dismantler of the Silver Kingdom and hero of Hogwarts’ Lachlann Doherty?”

“The very same. Much humbler and quieter in real life than historians gave him credit for. The poor boy just wanted a family and to be left alone, but alas, destiny, and I suppose Lady Ravenclaw, had other plans.”

Primrose gave her a shy smile “That is what Atti—I mean, Mr. Doherty said as well. I suppose that one cannot have a quiet life while your bloodline is cursed.”

Henriette smiled “I hope he is treating you kindly. I like to think that Lam would be happy to see our alliances spanning centuries.”

Primrose blushed, biting her lip “He and I… we aren’t—I mean—We are just two people who understand each other. I am a promised woman, my lady.”

“Engagements are feeble things. Easily as broken as they are done. No one would be surprised if you got cold feet and decided to back out.”

Primrose cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable with the topic “Right, uh, Betwixt and their role in the war. Did your charms pay off?”

“Oh, they did. So much, it set the course for them… and the fate of the Silver Kingdom.”

The younger lady started scribbling in her notebook as the portrait resumed her story.

As Betwixt accompanied me back to the portal back to Earth, they gave me a roguish smile as they kissed my hand “I hope to see more of you, Lady Henriette. Your kind should fight among themselves more often.”

I gave them a disarming smile “You only need to request for my presence and I shall be there, as long as Lady Hufflepuff obliges.”

I bowed and left for the Scottish Highlands. Helga was waiting there, and when she saw my face, understood that all went well. Nevertheless, she asked “Well?”

I beamed “I like to think that we’ve got the changelings on the right side of the war.”

However, that was just the beginning. There was much to be done, although a certain Lord Slytherin did not make our jobs easy.

#hp founders era #hogwarts founders era #hogwarts founders #oc: henriette of wessex #helga hufflepuff #monarch betwixt #lachlann doherty #oc: primrose gray #mywriting*

[rainy-day-writing]

Dis-Moi Que Tu M'aimes | Dovesso Au

Part Two: J'Adore Tes Yeux

Summary: A meeting with a beautiful distraction and a desperate friend trying to hint at the festering love.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: none for this chapter

Inspiration Credit: @flameobitch

With an exhausted sigh, the blonde clapped her hands to get the dancers attention. “Alright! You all did wonderfully. Agatha and Beatrix. Be sure to be practicing for the upcoming performance. I don’t want to hear either of you arguing about it either. Remember it’s a duet.” The woman scolded and gave them a playful glare. Beatrix gave a pout and just scoffed under her breath. “You’re all dismissed. Have a wonderful weekend. I will see you all first thing in the morning Monday!”

Clarissa watched as the dancers went their own ways to pack up. She walked over to her own things and picked up her phone. With a reluctant expression, she dialed her mother’s phone number. After a few rings, the phone cracked, and she heard her mother’s infuriating voice, “Oh sweetheart! What a surprise.” She could practically see the annoyance that has now seeped into her expression. “Hello. Mother, would you like to have Rowena over for the weekend. I know you have been wanting to have her over for a while now. I have a bunch of meetings all weekend, and her nanny is out sick. It’ll only be for the weekend she goes back to preschool Monday.” She explained her mind, not recognizing how she had started to bite her nail out of anxiousness.

“Oh your father and I would love that! We can pick her up now if you need!” Her mother exclaimed excitedly. “I would appreciate that. Thank you.” Clarissa said softly. “I’ll give you my key to my apartment so you can go there and get her clothes after picking her up.” The woman explained and looked down as she felt Rowena cling to her leg. Her hand reached down to hold her face. “Okay! We’ll be there soon.” Her mother stated before abruptly hanging up.

Clarissa grumbled and set her phone down before she reached down to pick Rowena up. “Would you like to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s for the weekend, little star?” She asked with a smile as she fixed the toddlers dress. Rowena nodded enthusiastically as she hugged her mother’s neck. Clarissa gave a small laugh and hugged her gently. Though she froze slightly at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Then she smelled the unrecognizable smell of expensive cedar, a bit of citrus, cologne, and cigarettes. Setting Rowena down, she turned abruptly to see Leonora Lesso.

The red head fixed her with an unreadable expression before her eyes trailed down to the little girl at Clarissa’s feet. Cane in hand cigarette tucked behind her ear and coat long forgotten, her sleeves of her white undershirt rolled up to her elbows. Leonora was a breathtaking sight. She gave a sigh and knelt down to Rowena, pulling out the girls’ stuffy from earlier. “I believe you dropped this earlier, little one.” She said almost sweetly.

Clarissa glanced between the two, breathe caught in her throat. Rowena giggled and hugged her stuffed animal tight before bounding into Leonora, hugging her neck with a small squeal. “Thank you!” She said happily as she clung to the woman. Leonora let out a soft chuckle and placed a hand on the girls back to keep her steady. “Of course, little cub.” She muttered quietly enough that Clarissa barely heard it.

Clarissa paused, her eyes fixed on Leonora, who was still knelt down with a toddler latched to her neck. “Thank you. Lesso. You didn’t have to do that.” Clarissa stated simply and ushered Rowena off of the woman’s neck. In which Leonora stood fixing her hold on her cane and adjusting her tie. “It wasn’t a problem. I needed to discuss some things with you anyway. It was common sense to bring it with me.” She stated smugly, her usual smirk appearing on her lips. Clarissa rolled her eyes and gently helped Rowena into her coat and made sure the girl had everything she needed. And as if on cue, Emma strolled in with a small wave to Leonora before scooping up Rowena into her arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Your grandma is here, sweetheart! Let’s go say hi!” She said excitedly as Rowena giggled and clung to Emma’s neck. The choir instructor glanced between Clarissa and Leonora. She gave a wink to Clarissa, pressing a kiss to her cheek as well. “I’ll make sure the devil herself gets Rowena’s things like, have fun.” Emma teased and gave the two a final wave. Clarissa kissed Rowena’s forehead, giving her goodbyes and promising she’ll call her before bed. Waving back at the two as they left.

Leonora watched unamused and even stiffened at the kiss pressed to Clarissa’s cheek. Her eyes glanced to Emma with a glare. Though as the two left, she had noted that they were the only two in the room. “So princess, you were given the news of the unfortunate collaboration?” She asked, knowing very well that she was. Clarissa blushed and scoffed at the nickname. “Yes sadly I was. Now let’s take this to my office so we don’t have eavesdroppers. I don’t want anyone spreading rumors about the show.” Clarissa muttered and ushered the taller one into her office.

Leonora gave a small laugh and made her way into the office. Taking it upon herself to sit on the edge of the woman’s desk. Her cane was in between her legs as she gave her a grin. “So, what were you wanting to do. We’ll have to pick some sort of musical. Or play. Maybe the Nutcracker, but incorporate the actors into making the story more understandable.” Leonora stated with a shrug. Pulling her cigarette from behind her ear. Striking a match, she had pulled from her breast pocket and lighting her cigarette. Clarissa gave her a glare and walked over to the woman standing practically in between her legs and plucking the cigarette from her fingers.

“No smoking in my office.” Clarissa hissed challengingly. Leonora grinned up at her. Her head tilted, “Oh don’t be so cruel, princess, it was one cigarette.” Leonora stated and gently grabbed the woman’s waist to keep her still. Her other quickly grabbed her cigarette between two of her fingers. Keeping the Ballet instructor in her grip, she took a drag from the cigarette before blowing smoke into the woman’s face defiantly.

Clarissa had frozen up at the hand on her waist. Her mind was not even thinking about the cigarette taken from her. Though she was pulled out of her rushing thoughts as smoke clouded her senses. She coughed hysterically and backed away as the hand on her waist disappeared. Her face darkened with a blush she gave an angry wave of her hands. “You are ridiculous. There was no need for that Lesso!” She all but yelled.

Leonora gave her a smug smile as she took another drag from her cigarette. “If I knew you would be this distracted, I wouldn’t have come to plan things. Just let you walk into that meeting blind. It would be entertaining to see.” She said threateningly. Leonora’s playful glint was not visible anymore as she rested her free hand on her cane.

Clarissa opened her mouth to protest but decided against it. Just rolling her eyes, “The Nutcracker idea is good. And convenient for the time of year. We can do that, but you better not make my dancers side visuals. They need to be as main focus as the actors.” She argued, pointing an accusing finger at the tall woman. Who laughed, “Princess the more you try to be intimidating, the more it is harder to resist teasing you~” Leonora said with a biting grin. Clarissa gave a hesitant scoff, and her eyes glanced away. “Was that all you needed to talk about? I need to get ready for the meeting, and I would prefer you not to be present during my free time.” She said angrily and stalked over to the other side of her desk so she could sit at her chair and open her laptop.

Leonora gave a hum and pressed the bud of her cigarette onto the woman’s desk before flicking it into her trash can. “I suppose the rest can wait til the meeting. I do need to go and make sure none of your perfect angels are screwing around in places they shouldn’t.” She said with a sigh as she pushed off the desk. As Leonora made her way to the door, she paused. Sparing a glance at the blonde, she took a small breath. “Also, dove, your daughter is quite cute. It’s impressive that you raised her on your own.” She stated simply giving the other a wave before closing the door behind her. The clicks of her cane and heeled boots slowly getting quieter the farther the other walked. Clarissa let out a breath she had been holding for far too long. Gently dropping her head to her desk with a thud.

After cooling down from her annoying interaction with Lesso. Clarissa gathered her laptop and planner before checking the time. She had a few minutes before she needed to be in the meeting room. But she decided it would be better to be early than barely on time. So the blonde leaves her office soon after grabbing her things. Closing and locking her office door before making her way through the large and surprisingly quiet halls. Though she bumped into Emma only a few steps on her journey.

“How was your mini meeting with red?” She asked with a mischievous grin. Clarissa gave her a look that said everything and more. “You sent her to my office didn’t you. You’re terrible at hiding your little mischievous looks.” The blonde grumbled. Emma brought a hand up to her chest and gasped dramatically. “Me? No, never, what would give you that thought?” Emma asked, laughing, looping her ATM with Clarissa’s. “You’d be surprised how interested she is in you if you would just believe me.”

The mother gave her an angry look. “I don’t need you trying to play matchmaker, especially with one of our coworkers. One that I can hardly stand as it is.” She hissed out in a whisper. “Oh come on, Claire you know just as well as I do that you have some infatuation with her. Even if you would rather ignore it.” Emma said more seriously. “Plus, Rowena could not stop talking about red. She really likes her. And so far, red has proven to you that she has some sort of soul.” She teased. Clarissa opened her mouth to argue with the woman but noticed the very red head they were talking about round the corner.

The blonde quickly shut her mouth and harshly elbowed Emma before she continued her rant. Emma let out a pained wheeze and was about to hit Clarissa back but froze at the sight of Red standing in front of them. Her face went pink, and she quickly brought down her hand, giving the sneering woman a wave. “Hello again, Red.” She said with a smile. Clarissa eyed the woman from her spot beside Emma. She had her cane in hand as always. She hadn’t ever gotten the full story on why Leonora had it to begin with. And she was far too mortified to ask.

Leonora pressed her cigarette out against her little make shift pocket ash tray. Before clamping, it shut and placed the half burnt cigarette behind her ear. Clarissa noticed the woman’s hair was pinned back into a loose, quite messy bun. Curls were already fallen out of place, but it seemed to work well enough for what Lesso needed to do. “Hello, songbird. Hello, princess.” She said with a mischievous smirk. Opening the door to the meeting room for the two. “Ladies first.” She said, simply adjusting her weight on her cane.

Emma smiled and took a step into the room. “Thank you, red.” She said simply. Clarissa followed close behind, trying helplessly to avoid Leonora’s predatory gaze. Leonora followed behind them as she noted they were close to the first ones, other than the headmaster of the school who sat at the head of the table as if he were king. Clarissa sat beside Emma, in which Lesso sat across from her. Giving the ballet instructor a wink before setting up her papers. Clarissa was left speechless, and her mind blanked, missing half of whatever Emma was talking about. “Claire are you even listening?” The choir teacher said, slightly annoyed and glanced between Lesso and Clarissa trying to figure out what had left Clarissa so off.

“What? Sorry I zoned out.” Clarissa said giving Emma an apologetic look. “I was asking what you were going to do for Rowena’s birthday? It is coming up soon you know.” Clarissa gave a hum. “I’m aware. Believe it or not Emma but I gave birth to her.” She said sarcastically a smile on her face. Emma waved a hand dismissively. “Oh shut up.” Clarissa laughed. “I might hold a little birthday party and invite the students. Rowena has grown so attached to them all.” She explained simply. “I was thinking about getting her a pet. Though I don’t know how to get a reasonable answer out of a three year old.” She explained helplessly.

Emma nodded slowly. “Well we could do something with that. Maybe we could invite Lesso’s students and Lesso as well. You wouldn’t mind, would you red?” She asked with a smile. Obviously, Leonora had been listening to their conversation even if she wasn’t a part of it, but now that she was, she looked at the two a bit taken aback. “I- I don’t suppose I would be busy. What day is it?” She asked and glanced between the two. Clarissa gave Emma a death start before glancing at Leonora and answering, “Christmas eve.” She stated simply and leaned back into her seat with a defeated sigh.

Leonora nodded slowly but said nothing as she looked towards the headmaster as he cleared his throat. “Alright everyone! As some of you had heard, to celebrate the holidays and the anniversary of our school we will be doing a very big play! Involving all of our departments in one way or another.” He explained far too cheery for the rest of the staff who had either been moving around all day or singing. Clarissa thumped her head back onto the back of her chair as she listened.

“And the two I am putting in charge of the whole ordeal will be Miss Lesso and Miss Dovey. So be prepared to have them send out what you all will be working to achieve. You can all agree on meeting dates as well, I will sadly not be attending. But I expect that Miss Lesso and Dovey to be able to be great leaders!” He exclaimed and Clarissa gave a internal groan and made eye contact with Leonora from across the table. How long had she been staring at her? Leonora finally glanced away after being caught and went back to looking at the headmaster as he went on about the different up coming events. Clarissa barely even paying attention at this point as she took in Leonora.

The woman was leaned back comfortably in her chair, cane leaned against the back of her chair. Firey hair a mess but at the same time very fitting. Her suit vest with a few buttons unbuttoned. Same with her white undershirt. Sleeves still rolled up. Her makeup light and nails trimmed. One arm propped on the arm rest while the other held the cigarette from before to her lips. She had light crows feet. Which was surprising since the woman barely smiled unless she was trying to scare the he’ll out of a student. Dark green eyes met her own and she froze.

Clarissa had been staring unceremoniously, and Leonora had caught her. She could feeling her cheeks burning as she glanced away and then back at the woman making eye contact with her again. Squirming in her seat, she tried to get away from the unrelenting gaze of the woman across from her.

As if someone had answered her silent prayers, the headmaster clapped his hands together. “Alright, good luck, everyone. I hope to see you all soon. I wish the best of holidays.” He said and left the room before anyone else. As soon as he was gone, Clarissa shot up quickly, grabbing her things and rushing out of the room before the teasing from either Lesso or Emma began. Though apparently, she wasn’t quick enough because she heard the click of the cane and heels of Leonora.

“Now princess, we really need to start planning, as much as I hate cutting your free time short.” Leonora said, voice smooth and rich like honey. Clarissa gave her a small sigh as she stopped, making the woman almost walk into her. “Fine.” Clarissa uttered, annoyed, to say the least. “Maybe I could take you out for a drink as an apology for trying to do my job?” She asked teasingly, and Clarissa flushed. “If you are going to pay I’m not going to pass out on food and drinks. Let me get the rest of my things from my office.” Leonora nodded. “I’ll meet you back here. I need to get my own things as well.” Clarissa nodded and hurried off back to her office. “This is going to go terribly wrong.” She hissed under her breath.

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Omgosh I loveeee the imagines for Sam having a crush on deans gf!!! And the part 2 SO ANGSTY. And you write dean and readers interactions so well! (Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do this) But I'm so curious to know how the conversation went between Dean and the reader after finding out! I just need to know how dean talks about the situation with them!! Anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY 🩷🩷

Hello my lovely anon!

I'm so glad you enjoyed those angsty little imagines. 😂 For those who don't know, they're referring to these:

You are Dean's one exception. (In which Sam is in love with Dean's girlfriend - and how Dean reacts.)

Sam crosses the line. (The sequel: Sam finally sees his chance with you after he's hit by a witch's spell.)

I tried to imply what followed between the reader and Dean after this section:

Your eyes widen further. You look from Sam, to your boyfriend. Dean's jaw is clenched tight.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" you ask in earnest.

Dean meets your gaze for a moment, his face tense. His reluctant eyes communicate to you things you never knew. Things that clog emotion in your throat.

But since you asked so nicely, this is my headcanon for that conversation between the reader and Dean (after Sam is knocked out by Rowena lol):

Of course, you would demand to know why Dean didn't tell you earlier.

Your heart and mind are a maelstrom of emotions: shock, not wanting to believe it's true, anger and hurt at both of these men for lying to you for so long about what's been going on.

Because a lie of omission is still a damn lie.

Dean is quiet at first, and you're forced to read into his silence. You peer at him closer, grabbing his wrist.

"Dean...did you really think it would change anything?" you ask incredulously.

His brows furrow. "No."

But you don't quite believe him.

"I just...didn't want you to have to deal with this shit, that's all," he eventually admits.

Your eyes narrow as you stare up at his face. You're trying to discern the truth.

"Is that really why?" you ask.

"Yeah, okay?" His voice is gruff and frustrated.

You move in closer, gripping the open edges of his plaid shirt. He knows what you're demanding in your gentle silence.

Don't lie to me.

Your hand reaches up to his cheek, a tender gesture that softens him. Your thumb brushes across his lower lip.

"Good," you reply. "Because if I have to remind you that I am entirely, undeniably, irrevocably in love with you, then I might just have to punish you."

A slow smirk spreads across your man's face.

"Oh yeah?" he says. His hands find your hips, drawing you closer. You're satisfied by the hint of doubt washing away from his demeanor. From his tight shoulders loosening.

"Just outta curiosity, what might that entail?" Dean asks.

Your lips curve. "Oh, you'll find out, after we fix your brother... Dean, I'll need to talk to him."

Dean's burgeoning good humor fades, but you take his face in both your hands and make sure he meets your gaze. You are firm in your convictions, and he sees that.

He nods in acceptance, before he dips down to press his lips to yours. It's gentle at first, but all too soon becomes claiming, born of hidden frustration and passion.

When he parts from you, it's slow, reluctant. His fingers draw a strand of hair behind your ear.

In his eyes, you see the true depths of him. Something not many people get to see.

It's there that you always know that you're loved.

I hope that satisfied you, my dear! 😘 I miiiiight do a more official 3rd part to this imagine-verse where Sam gets his happy ending (with Eileen).

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"What about small gathering, uh? Just with family."

"I said no, mother."

"But Rúben, it's your birthday!"

"And I've said I don't want to do anything special! Not with all the news we are getting from the border and Rowena still recovering."

"I'm fine" she said.

"The doctor said you must rest."

"And I'm telling you I'm fine" Rowena protested.

"You…"

"My prince? Sorry for interrupting your lunch, my prince" a servant said.

"What is it?"

"It's from the palace. It says it is urgent" he said, giving Rúben a note.

"And? What is it?" Diogo asked.

"I must go back" his brother replied, quickly getting up from his seat.

"Is it the war?" the King asked.

"No, it's something else."

"And you can't tell us?"

"It's personal."

"Rúben, what is happening? You are making us all nervous" his mother said.

"Fine" he sighed. "It's Poppy. She's sick" he said, looking at Rowena.

"Who is Poppy?" the Queen asked.

"Oh, no. Is it serious?" Rowena said.

"I don't know. The note only said that they need me back at the palace."

"Then I'm going with you."

"Rowena, you must rest. Doctor's orders" Rúben said, stopping her from getting up.

"And I already told you I'm fine!"

"Rowena…"

"No! I'm going with you, end of the story!"

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Why are you so stubborn?"  

"Is anyone going to tell me who Poppy is?" the Queen asked again, raising her voice.

"Poppy is Rowena's horse, the one I gifted her" Rúben explained.

"And the one I'm visiting whether you like it or not" she said as she finally got up from her seat, pushing him to the side and walking away.

"Rowena…" he said again, rolling his eyes and following her. "Rowena, wait."

"All this because of a horse?" the Queen asked as she watched them leave the dining room.

"I thought they were finally getting along" the King sighed.

"And they are, father" Diogo said. 

"Then why are they arguing again?"

"My mother has told me that Rowena's parents were the same before they got married and confessed their feelings for each other. It must run in the family" Anne smiled.

"If you say so…" the King said before going back to his food.

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"There is no need to sit as humanly possible away from me as you can, you know?" Rúben said. They had been in the coach on their way to the palace for a while, and they hadn't shared a word. Or a look. Rowena had her eyes focused on the road. "Are you seriously going to do this for the whole journey? Act as if I don't exist?" Again, no answer. "Rowena, what are you, twelve?"

"And a half" she said, finally looking at him and sticking out her tongue.

"What?" he laughed.

"It's what my father tells my mother when they argue and she calls him a child" she shrugged.

"Well, at least I've made you talk and look at me."

"It won't happen… ouch!"

"Rowena, are you alright?" Rúben said, quickly moving to be by her side, holding her so she wouldn't end on the floor of the coach.

"I'm fine. It was just that bloody hole on the road. You need to ask them to get it fixed."

"I will, I promise."

"You can let go of me now."

"Does this bother you?" he smirked.

"It actually does, yes. So if you don't mind going back to your seat…"

"I do mind."

"What?"

"You should be resting, Rowena. Why don't you lay down? It's nap time."

"And where I'm supposed to do that?" she chuckled.

"Here. Just lay down and rest your head on my lap."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Have you never done it with your mother as a child?"

"Yes. But with my mother, not with…"

"Your husband?" Rúben smiled. 

"It isn't appropriate."

"Says who?"

"Decorum!"

"Please, Rowena. As if you cared about that."

"I am a princess now!"

"And I am a prince and your husband. No one will be outraged if they see you resting on my lap. They've definitely seen worse" he said with a mischievous smile.

"Do I want to ask? No, I don't."

"Come on. Rest for a bit. I won't let you fall asleep."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Fine" Rowena sighed after thinking about it for a few seconds.

"Comfortable?" Rúben asked.

"As comfortable as you can be lying down inside a coach."

"I was talking about my lap."

"Whatever" she said, trying to focus on something that wasn't where her head was resting. But it was really hard, especially since Rúben had started to play with her hair, to slowly caress it, making her feel very sleepy.

"Rowena… don't fall asleep."

"Shh."

"Did you just shush me?" he laughed.

"And I'll keep doing it if you keep talking."

"Alright" he laughed again.

"Why did you stop?"

"Uh?"

"My hair. Why did you stop touching it?"

"Were you liking it?"

"Yes. It was relaxing and helping me forget about the knife on my leg and what I could do to you with it if you kept annoying me."

"So violent, my lady" he chuckled.

"Only for you, my prince" she replied, turning her head to look at him, expecting to see that smile he saves just for her.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes" Rowena said, looking down again and trying not to smile. Because as expected, he had done it. He had smiled, and it was her smile.

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"And? How is she, Rúben?"

"Bad. This night will decide if she makes it or not."

"But… but…" Rowena said, trying not to cry. "She was healthy! She was eating well and running around!"

"I know. But these things happen."

"What are we going to do?"

"Someone needs to keep an eye on her, so I offered to spend the night here."

"I'll stay with you."

"Rowena…"

"No" she said, sitting down on the straw and caressing Poppy's head. "She is my horse. I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't know why I expected anything else from you" Rúben chuckled, sitting next to her. "You are like the most stubborn person I have ever met."

"Thank you" she smiled.

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"What is all that?" Rowena asked when Rúben walked back into the stables.

"Dinner. You said you weren't going anywhere, so I thought I would bring you something to eat. If Poppy makes it, I don't want you getting sick."

"She will make it. I'm sure of it" she replied, caressing her head like she had been doing for most part of the afternoon. "And the blankets? What are those for?"

"Well, we are planning to spend the night here, and it may get chilly. We need something to cover us."

"Us?"

"If you are not going anywhere, neither am I" Rúben said. "Are you hungry?"

"A bit, yes. What did you bring?"

"Since Aurora is in the summer palace, there was no one to cook for us. But one of the maids that still is here helped me get some bread, meat and fruit. It will be enough for tonight."

"And that bottle?"

"This is something one of the stable boys recommended me. The guards apparently drink it at night to keep them warm."

"Alcohol?"

"Worse" he said, opening the bottle and making Rowena smell it.

"Bloody hell" she coughed. "Are we supposed to drink that?"

"Only if it gets cold and the warmth of our bodies isn't enough."

"The warmth of our… idiot" she said, rolling her eyes when she saw the smirk on his face. 

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"Here" Rúben said, putting one of the blankets around Rowena's shoulders. 

"Thank you" she replied. They had been keeping an eye on Poppy for hours, and so far there were no signs of improvement. But she wasn't getting worse either.

"Why don't you sleep for a bit while I keep an eye on her?"

"I'm fine."

"I saw you trying to hide a yawn."

"I said I'm… the bells."

"Uh?"

"The bells. It's midnight. It's your birthday!"

"Oh, that."

"Happy birthday, Rúben" Rowena said, kissing his cheek and definitely catching him by surprise.

"Thank you" he smiled. That smile. And maybe it was because of the light of the lantern, or maybe because she was too tired and her eyes were starting to play tricks on her, but she could have sworn he had blushed. 

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"Rúben… Rúben, what are you doing?" Rowena said, curling against his chest. "Rúben, stop it!" 

"What?" he mumbled.

"Stop licking my face!"

"I'm not… Poppy!"

"What?"

"She's up! Look!" he said, making Rowena finally open her eyes and move from her very comfortable position next to him.

"Poppy! Poppy, you made it! I knew it! I knew it, Rúben!" she said, throwing herself at him and hugging him. 

"You knew it" he said against her neck, hugging her tighter, none of them letting go of the other until Poppy complained. "I think she also wants a hug" Rúben chuckled.

"She'll get all the hugs she wants" Rowena laughed. "But you should check her first, see if everything is alright."

"Of course" he said as he moved his head, doing it at the same time as her and finding her lips somehow really close to his. What if he…

"Rúben?"

"Uh?"

"Poppy. Check her."

"Yes, yes" he said, finally letting go of Rowena.  

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"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I like seeing you smile" Rúben shrugged.

"Well, I have reasons to do it. Poppy is recovering and nothing should happen to her now."

"That's just a reason" he pointed out.

"What?"

"You said reasons. What are the others?"

"We are going back to the summer palace."

"Already looking forward to getting rid of me?" he teased her.

"Shut up."

"It is my birthday, Rowena. You should be nicer to me."

"I actually should, yes. Please, my prince. Do not speak" she smiled, making him laugh.

"You know, I think I'm in the mood to have a little gathering tonight like my mother wanted."

"Really?"

"Yes. But I'm afraid you won't be able to come, you must rest and… I was just teasing you, Rowena" he laughed after he saw her move. "Were you about to reach for one of your knives?"

"Maybe."

"Where are you hiding them?"

"Secret places."

"One day you should let me search for them" Rúben said with a mischievous smile.

"In your dreams" she replied, looking through the coach's window and trying to hide that she was blushing.

"I've already done it. And more than once."

"Well, it will be the only place where you'll…" she said before jumping on her seat and falling on top of him. "That bloody hole!"

"You blame the hole, but I think you just want to be close to me. Like last night."

"Don't tease me, Rúben" she hissed, a small knife in her hand.

"You are amazing, Rowena" he said, giving her once again that smile that completely disarmed her. This time, literally. 

"If you keep teasing me, I won't give you your birthday present" she said, sitting back on her seat.

"You got me something?"

"I did. But I may keep it for myself. It depends on your behaviour for the rest of the day."

"I'll behave, I promise."

"We'll see" Rowena replied.

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The Pact - Part 10

Sam Winchester x Crowley's!Daughter Reader

Gothic AU

Series Summary: Lord Samuel Winchester has lost the love of his life due to the actions of the Demon King, Crowley. As he plots secret revenge, his father, the King of Lawrence, decrees that Sam will wed Crowley’s daughter in order to unite the two families to protect the sacred ground the Winchester’s Kingdom is built upon.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Other Characters: John Winchester, Crowley, Rowena, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Pamela Barnes, Jessica Moore (deceased)

Chapter Summary: Sam and his wife are on the run, John and Crowley are at odds on how to proceed in finding their children. However, while they are too wrapped up in their own agendas, the greatest danger is still out there lurking.

WC: 11.9K

Warnings: Implied smut, childbirth, blood.

A/N: At the end of the Chapter.

Also a HUGE thank you to my bestie @kazosa, if it wasn’t for her, this story wouldn’t exist. She’s helped me with this from the very beginning, so this is just as much her story, as it is mine.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Other Characters: John Winchester, Crowley, Rowena, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Pamela Barnes, Jessica Moore (deceased)

The days following the party were passing slowly. Bobby and Pamela tried to devise a plan of action, and once they felt good about where you and Sam should go, the Rift Storm made it impossible to leave the hut. On the third day, Bobby felt safe enough to travel back to the castle to see how much fallout there was, and if the King was still standing. 

On the morning of the fourth day, you woke to find your husband, conferring with Pamela outside the hut, speaking in hushed voices. You knew how scared Sam was for your well being, but as much as he tried to hide it, he had concern for his father as well. The impulse to eavesdrop on their conversation was strong, but the love you had for Sam was enough to trust that their conversation was not meant for your ears, so you went into the small area Pamela used as a kitchen. 

Putting the old, cast iron kettle to the fire, you went about fixing some herbal tea to hopefully calm your unsettled stomach. Unsure if it was from the stress of the situation, or the baby that grew inside you, either way you knew that traveling by horseback would make it worse if you didn’t do something to try and calm it. The night before, you and Sam had gathered the few things Pamela had given you for supplies, and prepared it all to leave that day. Pamela and Bobby knew of a place, well hidden in the Elven Woods, that you could call home for the time being. Pamela’s impatience to once again move locations was growing stronger, and she made no attempt to hide it from either of you. 

When the kettle was ready, you sat at the same table where she had read you days before. As the scalding water slowly poured into the teapot, Sam and Pamela made their way inside, and smiled when they saw you making the tea.

“Sure you’re not a psychic yourself?” Pamela asked and groped to find the chair to pull out and sit down.

“I wish,” you mused and began to share the tea into cups as Sam came around to you, lovingly kissed the top of your head, and took the seat beside you. “My stomach is queasy, thought this would help before we have to leave. This tea seems to help.”

“I made sure you had some in your pack,” Pamela smiled and gratefully took the tea that you guided towards her hands. “You should have everything you need in there. But, that area of the woods should have a lot growing wild you could use. Berries, herbs, mushrooms, along with some very poisonous roots, so–”

“Be careful,” you finished for her. “I know, I’ve made sure to know my herbs. Well, Rowena made sure I learned them.”

Pamela grunted a sigh and sipped at her tea. “Yes, Rowena. I know she’s your grandmother, but, Y/N, you know that she is a witch who’s magic isn’t always on the up and up. Trusting her…”

“Oh, I know that, too. Despite her being relatively kind to me over the years, I can sense her darkness. I know she and my father despise each other. But that doesn’t mean I would trust her outright. She’ll help me as long as there isn’t a higher purpose that would serve her better.”

“Well, as long as you keep your guard up, you should be fine. Besides, even she couldn’t find the spot where you’re going.”

The way Pamela said it, made you feel uneasy. You shared a pensive glance with Sam before going back to drinking your tea. 

“Where is that, exactly?” Sam asked. 

“Not too far, but the whole place is warded. Grounds and all. Even if Rowena were to cast her most powerful location spell, she would not be able to find you.”

“I wouldn’t put it past Crowley to ask her to do just that,” you replied, knowing that your father will do whatever he needs to find you.

“I promise, you’ll be protected there. It's one of my safe houses, a small cottage out on the outskirts of the woods. Should there be any trouble, there’s an escape route through the root cellar. I’ll show you when we get there.”

As you had worried, the ride through the woods was a bit rougher than you had hoped. Remnants of the Rift Storm were high enough that every so often the horses would feel the electricity in the air and get spooked. Sam insisted that you ride with him, in case one of the horses tried to rear up and throw you off. You wanted to say no, but could see the worry etched into his sweet face, and couldn’t deny him. All he wanted was for you and your son to be safe, and you would not add to his concern.

The roof of the cottage came into view and it struck you as familiar. Looking at your surroundings, you realized that you were nearing the same place you and Sam had run into on your first outing into the woods. Far off to your right was that tree you had encountered that day, and now realized why you had been so drawn to it. It must have held a powerful warding, and that kind of energy would easily have given you the feeling you felt emitting from it. 

Pamela pulled up the reigns on her mare, and Sam followed suit on Dean’s prize stallion. 

“This is the place,” she said as she carefully dismounted the horse. She had been leading the third horse, carrying the supply packs, and led them over to the post on the side of the cottage to tie them up. “Haven’t been here in a while, but I think you’ll find it cozy.”

“Oddly enough,” Sam started, dismounted, then reached for your hand to help you down, “we have been here.”

“What?” Pamela turned and asked sharply. “When?”

“Feels like a lifetime ago,” he mused, then looked softly in your direction, “but maybe a few weeks ago. It was right after the wedding. Y/N and I came out here…” Sam paused, his expression falling into something more somber. He still had your hands in his and gave them a loving squeeze. “My Lady, I don’t feel as if I apologized enough for that day. What I did… then, for you to so easily forgive me and help me the way you did. I cannot imagine, with things as they are now, that I ever tried to…”

You brought his hands to your lips and left a soft kiss. “Husband, I’ve forgotten all about it. We didn’t know then that we would really fall in love, and be grateful for this arrangement. You were angry, and you lashed out. I know that feeling, so how could I not forgive you.”

“Ok lovebirds, let’s get inside so this one can rest. I know you’re not far along, but you will find your energy low, a lot. And something tells me you are going to need that energy to get through this pregnancy.”

As the months passed, and as the season began to change from the summer warmth to an autumn chill, the swell of your stomach also grew. The first few weeks had flown by in great contrast to the first few days after the party. Once Pamela had left you and Sam on your own, you hadn’t seen her again. She made quick work of packing up her things and disappearing into the breeze. Bobby did come by several times with fresh supplies of food and clothing, along with some herbal medicines he thought necessary to keep you healthy and strong through your pregnancy. 

The first time Bobby arrived, Sam grilled him about the King, but Bobby would always be vague and sparse with the information. All he would say is that John was still in power, but there had been a surge of unrest throughout Lawrence. Bobby promised it was handled, and that Sam’s only concern should be laying low and caring for you. Once you had asked about Crowley, and all Bobby could do was shake his head and shrug. It was a relief of course, but also left a bad taste in your mouth. If Crowley wasn’t out causing trouble to find your location, he must be up to something even bigger, and that didn’t sit well with you or Sam. 

Finally, settled into your quiet lives at the cottage, you and Sam found time to just be together. In all the chaotic aftermath of the party, you didn’t realize how much you both needed it. For once, there were no formalities; no reason to stand on occasion for the King or your father, and it felt wonderful. Most days, your mornings started off with tea and freshly baked bread brought to you in bed, with a bouquet of wildflowers. Sam’s hip continued to hold strong, so he would go out and chop as much firewood as he could to make sure you’d be stocked through the fall and winter. 

For as big as your belly had grown, you still insisted on doing your part to keep the quaint home in order. Living this calm, domestic life was all you never realized you wanted. The grandeur of the Winchester castle had enamored you, but this slow, less materialistic life was just what you needed. One of the last warm days of early autumn, Sam was out hunting, hoping to bring back a deer. You decided to make a pie with the fresh berries that he had gathered the day before as a surprise for him. When he passed through the doors empty handed, he slumped down into the chair at the table and grunted. 

“I had one in my sights, but a damn murder of crows flew overhead and spooked it.”

“Awww, my poor husband,” you crooned and wiped the flour from your hands before going to him. Carefully sitting across his lap, you kissed his pouty lips and smiled. “We have plenty in storage for now.”

“I know, but I was hoping more for the pelt so I could have it dried and ready in time to give you as an extra blanket. It’s going to start getting cold soon.”

“Oh, well,” you smirked and placed your arms around his neck, “I can think of other ways for you to keep me warm.”

Sam’s expression brightened, and when he smiled it showed off his dimples. Something that still made your heart skip a beat. He pulled you in a little closer and tipped his face up to yours. “Now, that’s a fantastic solution.”

As you leaned down to kiss him again, his arms held you tighter, and the desire for him to take you to bed ran through you like a warm summer wind. He must have had the same feeling, because you could see his desire burning in his eyes. Pregnant or not, it had not stopped the two of you from exploring each other in ways that you never would have been able to living at the castle. Here, you were freer with each other; taking any and every opportunity to act on the passion that continued to grow. 

Sam’s hand ran up your back and tangled into your hair, pressing your lips down to his greedily. A soft moan escaped you as his tongue parted your mouth, wanting as much of you as he could get. You let him, because you wanted him at that moment more than anything. Sam pulled back, his eyes wandering over your features as his fingers continued to stroke through your hair. 

“I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he started, then brushed a stray lock of hair that had fallen across your face. “Through everything, the pact, the wedding, our fathers, that party… it was all worth it because in the end, I have you. I’m still angry with John, but having you as my wife, the mother of my child, brings me so much happiness. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, husband. I promise you, your son and I will always be by your side. No matter what happens. When I was Crowley’s pawn living in that godforsaken place, I would dream of what it would be like to live anywhere else. I would picture big, beautiful places, like Winchester castle, or a posh home somewhere near the sea. I even thought I would be happier as a peasant on the streets, as long as I wasn’t there. But this life here that we’ve made, is better than anything I could have thought of. Because not once in any of those past day dreams did I imagine that I would have a man like you by my side.”

Sam slowly began to stand up from the chair, making sure you were safely on your feet before fully rising. He reached around behind your neck and untied the apron you had on. He noticed the ingredients on the counter and the messy apron and smiled. “Do you think you could finish your pie later?”

Looking back over your shoulder, forgetting that you had even wanted to bake, you turned back to Sam with a playful smirk.

“Pie? What pie? Besides, I think there is something in the bedroom I need to show you…” 

Removing the apron and tossing it aside, you began to unbutton your dress as you walked backwards towards the room. Sam quickly followed, removing his boots and some of his clothes along the way. His eyes never left you. By the time you reached the bedroom, he was pawing at the clothes you had remaining, skillfully taking them off and throwing them aside. 

The room itself was dark, only illuminated by the fading light coming through the drawn curtains. It was enough though, that you could see your husband standing before you completely nude and very ready to take you to bed. His eyes continued to wander over your body as his lips pulled into one of the smiles that made you weak in the knees. Sam bent down to one knee, and lovingly kissed your swollen belly, before rising and kissing up to your breast, then neck. The intensity you both had a moment ago wasn’t as strong, but the desire was. He swept you up into his arms, carried you around the side of the bed and gently laid you down. 

Sam crawled onto the bed beside you and his hands excitedly caressing your skin, and caused a shudder of anticipation. You wanted to wrap yourself around him, but he shook his head and gently pushed you onto your back so he could have access to all of you. The amount of love that had grown between you, resulted in a shared lust that felt impossible to maintain. Anytime Sam touched you, even in a casual way, made you ache for him. He had been a ravenous lover; sometimes animalistic, other times, gentle and sweet. That night he took you into his arms and made love to you more than once, each time bringing you to a place of ecstasy and unsure if your body could handle any more. 

Eventually, both of you caved to rest, and you fell asleep tangled up in each other; content and peaceful. When you woke the next morning, he was still next to you softly snoring. It was the first time in a while he hadn’t woken before you and greeted you with breakfast in bed. Wanting to return the favor, you quietly got up from the bed and put on the cotton robe lying across the chair by the window. Peeking outside after putting it on, you could tell it would be another beautiful day. There wouldn’t be too many more like it, so you thought maybe you would join Sam out on a hunt later, if he didn’t object. He did like to be out there on his own, but after the night you two had shared, you didn’t want to spend the day apart. 

Going about the small kitchen, you fixed a tray of buttered bread, strawberry jam and tea, and cooked a few of the deer sausages you had made with Sam’s last Buck he brought back. The aroma of the food caused your stomach to growl, making you realize that the nausea hadn’t come that morning. You felt hungry for more than the usual bland breakfast you’d been eating. You felt strong and clear headed, definitely ready for a day outside in the sun and fresh air helping your husband hunt and gathering more herbs. 

Sneaking back into the room, you stepped on one of the old floorboards, causing it to creak loudly. Sam stirred and and opened his eyes to see you with the tray of food, and the robe opened enough to be revealing a lot of skin.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting my dreams from last night to come true, but here we are,” he chuckled and pushed himself up to sitting. 

You placed the tray beside him and took your spot back on the bed. “Thought I would bring you breakfast for once. I mean, after last night, I imagined you would need some sustenance this morning.”

“Boy, do I.” He rubbed his hands together excitedly and picked up one of the sausages, popping it into his mouth. “And you, dear wife? How are you feeling this morning?”

“Like I could conquer the world,” you said, a dreamy smile unfolding across your lips. “I haven’t felt this good in ages. The little one is behaving and not causing me to want to run outside, sick. So, I want to take advantage of this good feeling and join you today, if that’s okay.”

“Join me? What, out hunting?” 

“Yes. You know I can handle a bow, right?”

“Oh, I know you can handle anything. I had planned on going further out though. Are you sure you want to be that far from the cottage?”

“Yes, why not?”

Sam hesitated in his response, and took another piece of sausage. Once he finished with it, he took your hand and his worried expression said everything he couldn’t seem to say.

“Samuel, I do not fear your father or mine. It’s been months, and I’ve stayed close to the cottage any time I’ve gone out. I understand why you’re worried, but I am feeling restless. Besides, I don’t want to be away from you today. Last night, the way you made love to me…” you paused and felt your face flush with a bit of embarrassment, “let’s just say if I had any doubts about your feelings towards me, they were extinguished after that.”

“Were there? Doubts, I mean.”

“No, I’ve trusted your feelings for me for a while now. And as time goes on, and our baby grows, I am more and more sure of them.”

“Good. Because they are as real as it gets. I worry though. I worry not just about the threat looming, but that you will tire of this life. Being on the run, not living in the castle with the huge bed, the servants… not able to take your place as Queen like you should be. We have to make our clothes and make our own bread. Hunt for our meat. It’s not an easy life, and I know this is not the life you thought we’d have.”

“No, it’s not. This life is far better. I don’t need opulence and titles to be happy, Sam. I just need you and our son.”

“Speaking of our son,” he said and placed a hand on your belly, “I think it's time he has a name.”

“Hmmm, that’s a good point. I know tradition is to name a first born son after one of his grandfathers, but given that our fathers are both reprehensible men, maybe we could skip that tradition.”

“Agreed,” Sam laughed. “He deserves a good name, one that will represent his character and strength. Which I know he will have because of you.”

“And you… my husband. This boy of ours will be strong, both in physical matters and in his sense of self. He will be brave, and stand up for those who need it. He will defy traditions and carve out a life for himself he can be proud of. He will be a man of his word, and be empathetic to the plight of those who need his favor. For the woman he loves, he will be kind and gentle. For the people who follow him, he will be fair and loyal. But to those who wrong him or his family, he will be ruthless. So, I think the right name for him would be, Samuel.”

Sam’s face lit up, and you could see an array of different emotions play out across his features. 

“Sam, you really are all those things. You’re a good man; kind, loving and gentle. I’ve seen you with the people of Lawrence, you captivate them. Despite how things are now, I know that one day, you will show them that you are far better than your father. They know that you are pure of heart. And I’ve seen you go up against John and Crowley. I’ve seen that fire burn in your eyes when someone has wronged you. You are fiercely protective of those you love. Our son is going to be all those things. Samuel Winchester, the second, will be the spitting image of his father; in appearance and in character.”

“He will be even better than that, because he will have your blood running in his veins, too; his fierce, smart, loving, cunning and brave mother. I didn’t have my mother for long at all. I never got to know her, but from what I have heard about her, she was a lot like you. And if little Samuel here gets even a fraction of that, he will be unstoppable.”

You didn’t know what to say, and the way he was looking at you made it even more difficult. You leaned in to kiss him, which he welcomed happily. 

“Well, husband, now that that is settled, eat your breakfast and let’s get dressed. I have a feeling we’ll be returning later with a large bounty of goodies from our day out in the woods.”

The castle corridors had been hauntingly silent in the months since the party ended so badly. The Winchester guard was sent to stand along the perimeter of the castle walls, once the people had been ushered from the ballroom that night. The King had retreated to his chambers and spent most of his days there, so Bobby had taken up the mantle to keep the castle safe from the people who wanted to do damage after the truth had come out. Anytime John would call him to his room and ask if there had been any word on Sam or Y/N, Bobby would say no then find an excuse to leave quickly. John wasn’t in the best state of mind since the party, but Bobby still feared that John would somehow know that he was lying.

Being in charge of the castle affairs did afford Bobby the ability to slip away unnoticed when he needed to. It was how he met up with Sam and Y/N once they were safe at the cottage. He brought Dean’s stallion back so no one noticed it was gone. He had even been able to go back a few times in the last couple of months to make sure everything was okay and they had plenty of supplies. Still, doing so could be dangerous if any of the guardsmen who saw him leaving the grounds decided they should tell the King. So far, it hadn’t happened, but knowing how bad it could be, Bobby did his best to be stealthy and quiet when leaving. 

It had been a while since he was able to get out to the cottage, and with the weather turning he knew that he would have to go soon. Knowing that Sam’s hip was no longer an issue, he was confident in the young Winchester that he would chop enough wood and hunt enough game to keep his family comfortable for the winter. Before he was injured years before, Sam was always a great hunter, sometimes even bagging more deer than Dean had. Bobby paused for a moment in the darkened hallway at the memory of the boys so young, out with him hunting and just being boys. 

The dull sound of voices being carried on the drafty air of the corridor pulled him from his long ago memory. Curious as to whom it could be, Bobby crept further down the hall until he reached the King’s chamber door. No one had been permitted in there except Bobby, and until he heard the distinctive voice of the Demon King, Crowley, he was ready to burst through and kick some ass. However, Crowley’s voice gave him pause. Instead of busting in, he decided to wait quietly at the door, hoping to hear what the two men could be conspiring about now.

“For the last time, Crowley, I have no idea where they are.” John’s emotionless voice cut through the air, causing Crowley to grimace in frustration.

“What good are you then? I’ve had my demons everywhere, and there’s no sign of them. I gave you my daughter for a purpose, John. Losing her wasn’t part of the deal!”

John growled lowly as he sat up from his chair and began to pace the room. “I should never have agreed to any of this.”

“Well, ya did. I have the contract to prove it. Even sealed it with a kiss. Not my finest moment, but even demons have rules to follow. So, quit your whining and sulking and help me find my daughter!”

“Find her yourself,” John muttered. He stopped at the table near his bed and grabbed the flask of whiskey he kept there. “My son is also gone, if you haven’t noticed. He hates me, even if I knew where they were, Sam wouldn’t come home.”

“No offense, your majesty, but your giant son isn’t my concern. If I am the one to find him first, there will be nothing left of him to come home.”

John’s shoulders tensed and he fought the urge to turn and lunge at Crowley. But it would do no good. He would either disappear or just take the punch, completely unphased. He had considered sending out his secret Winchester guardsmen of demon hunters to take Crowley out once in for all, but he feared if they were successful, somehow it would rain more Hell down upon him then he already had.

“Threaten my son again, Crowley, and I will make sure your daughter suffers in ways you never thought possible.”

“I should have known better than to make a deal with a man like you. A man more worried about his own reputation than with his own flesh and blood. Offering up Adam to keep your indiscretions quiet, offering up Sam to wed my daughter so you could claim a win in Purgatory. Hell, even sending your Golden Boy Dean to fight on the front lines. The chances of him returning in one piece is slim, considering how many monsters there are fighting for Eve that would love to make a meal of Dean Winchester. How many of them do you think he put there himself?”

“Shut up, Crowley.”

“If I only could. However, I personally want to find my daughter. I have been through every crevice of this… town. Not one psychic, witch, seer, or demon has even had a whiff of her. All they could tell me was they were certain she was carrying the heir to the throne. So, Samuel did his part. Bully for him. As long as he doesn’t get in my way of retrieving my daughter, I wouldn’t touch one luscious hair on his head. If he does, well, I promise nothing.”

“Is that all you came here for? To threaten my son? To hold our mistake of a deal over my head?!”

John was growing more agitated, which Crowley found some entertainment in. “Sorry, Sire. But I don’t have expendable children as you seem to have. That child she is carrying, that child is important. It was never meant to be raised in this castle as an heir to the Winchester throne. That child is meant to be Eve’s downfall, and lead my army of Demons to take over all of creation.”

“Huh,” John laughed and took another swig of his whiskey. “I thought you meant to sacrifice it to Eve. Doing that, she would stand down, and allow you the souls in Purgatory.”

Crowley was taken aback. Of course he always kept his true intentions to himself. Crowley was smart enough to know that those little details were too important to trust in anyone else’s confidence. So how did John know? He had been so careful to keep those dealings quiet, yet somehow the King knew why Crowley was so intent on a baby created in the union of their children. Crowley cleared his throat and rolled his eyes, trying to play off his current expression. 

“You just know everything, don’t you. Must make you feel good, thinking you have some kind of upper hand. Sorry to say, you don’t. Clearly you have gone down a path of despair and whiskey. I think it’s all starting to catch up to you, John. Both of your sons are gone… sorry, all THREE of your sons are gone. Your people hate you for dealing with me, and even your salty Maester keeps his distance.”

Ignoring Crowley’s words, John chuckled. “I know the truth, Crowley. I’ve known for some time. Why do you think I am not out frantically looking for those kids? As much as I detest your daughter and shudder at the thought of her bearing Sam’s child, I would rather that child be born and kept far away from you, than for you to use it for your own gain.”

“Hypocrisy at its finest. You agreed to that wedding so a child could be born. You just figured it would be leading the battle in purgatory eventually, and getting the big ‘W’, then actually sacrificing it to appease Eve. See, that’s your problem. Your own ego won’t let you recognize that she, alone, could destroy all of us; all of Lawrence and beyond. So you keep charging in there with your armies and my demons, thinking it will make a difference. It won’t. Sometimes, Sire, you need to think outside of the box.”

“And you need to go, Crowley. Now. Regardless of what you think of me, I had good intentions at the start of all this. I just wanted my sons to be safe, but know how to be strong. To fight for their lands and their families, just like their mother did in the Angel Wars. Getting mixed up with you… stupidest thing I have ever done. And now, I will spend whatever time I have left on this Earth trying to make it right. So, leave, while you can.”

John paused and turned to face his adversary. Crowley took a tentative step back when he saw the darkness of John’s gaze fitted directly upon his own. His anger burned so deeply that the King looked as if he was carrying a black-eyed entity in himself. For all the confidence and ego he had of his own, Crowley realized that leaving would be in his best interest, and he would have to go to greater lengths on his own to find Y/N and her baby.

“I mean it, demon. LEAVE!” John drew in a breath to start an exorcism, but he barely got the first syllable of the first word out before Crowley disappeared from his view. He sighed deeply, grabbed the flask and went back to the chair that looked out the window and over the gardens. The blooms that had lived in those gardens were long gone, now that autumn had come. Trying to erase Crowley’s visit from his mind, he slumped into the chair and gazed out on the grounds that his wife had loved so much. Guilt ensconced his heart as her voice floated through his mind, ‘Oh, John, what have you done?’

The voices stopped suddenly, and Bobby assumed Crowley heeded the King’s warning and had vanished from the room. He fought the urge to bust through the doors and confront John with what he heard, especially about Sam’s unborn child. Moving away from the door, Bobby’s gut sank with the thought, ‘Would he really have let Crowley take that child and sacrifice it to Eve?’ Not being able to give himself a solid answer as to what John would have done made him feel sick. Bobby had known and been in service to John Winchester for many years; he had seen and heard him do despicable things. This, however, was the worst of the worst. He vowed to himself then he would do whatever was necessary to be sure that Sam and Y/N’s baby arrived into the world safely, and that neither John or Crowley would be able to find them.

Stepping outside from the warmth of the cottage was jarring. The air had turned from the fall chill to a winter bite faster than you had expected. Autumn had arrived in full force and with colder temperatures than you had ever felt during that time of year. If Bobby or Pamela had been around, you would have thought to ask them if this was an effect of the Elven Woods, but they weren’t and hadn’t been for a while now. 

Closing the door, you went back into the cottage to grab an extra wrap before heading out to gather the last of the living plants and edible blooms that somehow tolerated the colder air. 

“Sam, I’m heading out now!” You called out, hopefully loud enough for him to hear you as he took stock of the root cellar. 

“Take an extra layer!” he called back. “It was freezing when I was out this morning.”

“Already did. I shouldn’t be long. If you could, put the kettle on the fire so it will be ready for tea when I return. I have a feeling I will need warmth!”

Sam peeked his head from around the door to the root cellar, a big smirk on his face, showing off his dimples through the beard he now wore. “I can do that for you, but I’m also happy to use my hands to warm you.”

“Oh, yes, that I know,” you said with a smile and raise of your brow. “While I do love your method of keeping me warm, tea would be very helpful as well.”

“As you wish, my Lady. Don’t be gone long. I don’t want you to catch a cold out there.”

“Yes, husband.” You sighed and playfully rolled your eyes. “I will be quick.”

As you made your way through the almost bare paths, you noticed that your growing belly was now big enough to hide your feet. Smiling to yourself, you lazily draped an arm across the top and felt Samuel kicking around inside you. 

“Patience, my son. Your time will be here soon.” Drawing in a deep breath, you kept up your brisk pace to arrive at the patch of greenery you saw the day before and hoped that morning’s frost hadn’t killed it yet.

A short time later and a bit winded, you stumbled upon a patch of greenery that stood out amongst the dying foliage. The area felt like it was radiating a soft energy, one that felt similar to the tree you found that first day. This patch offered all the good herbs and mushrooms you could find, along with a small berry patch that still seemed to be edible. 

Gathering everything you could find, your hand brushed along the bush with the plump red berries. Popping one of the large berries into your mouth, you relished in the amount of sweetness it still had and continued to focus on getting as many as you could. The fact that anything was still alive in the woods while it was as cold as it was amazed you. It was just a reminder at how special the Elven Woods truly were. Getting lost in the patch and in the thoughts of the magic that was the woods, you never heard the footsteps approaching. 

“My dear!” a voice called out, startling you to drop the basket and all of what you had gathered falling to the forest floor. 

You whipped around, heart beating a mile a minute only to see Rowena standing not ten yards away, wrapped in a white fur wrap and hat, wisps of her bright red hair lazily blowing around her face in the breeze that came through.

“Whatever are you doing out here all alone!?” She took a few tentative steps towards you, and saw the prominent swell of your belly. “And so pregnant! My God, you look as though you are about to burst!”

“Rowena… what… how did you…” you paused and looked around at the empty woods, unsure which of the dozens of questions you had to ask first. “What are you doing out here?”

“Why, looking for you! I heard what happened at the castle, and I’ve been looking for you ever since. I was worried for you, and for Samuel. Especially once I heard that Fergus made an appearance at your party. I’m just sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“I’m sure,” you replied hesitantly. Squatting down as far as you could, you quickly gathered the spilled contents of your basket, never taking your eyes off her for more than a second. 

“Where have you been all this time? Not living in these godforsaken woods I hope.”

“I’ve been somewhere safe. Just came out to get the last of these before the weather took them.”

Rowena took a few more steps and looked in the basket. “Good pickin’s for this time of year. You got lucky. You’ll need some of those to help with the pain when the baby comes.”

“I know,” you said warily, pulling the basket closer to you. “I should be getting back. Sam will worry if I don’t return soon. He knows where I am, so–”

“Oh, my sweet girl, I am not here to hurt you. Trust me, Samuel will have no reason to come hunt me down.” Rowena chuckled in her nonchalant way. “I am solely here to make sure my only granddaughter is safe and healthy. I learned of your pregnancy, and I was scared you would be alone during the birth. No woman should be alone. When I had Fergus, I was alone in a stable, with nothing but horses to hear my screams. Nearly scared them right out of their stalls!”

“Well, I’m not alone. I have Samuel.”

Rowena waved her hand in annoyance. “Please, men have no business helping a woman give birth. Sure, they are good with the making of the child, but they really just don’t have the stomachs to handle the birthing part.” She reached out one of her small, gloved hands towards you; her expression soft and concerned. “Come, let’s get you back to where it's warm and see what we have to work with to make you comfortable.”

Reluctantly, you took her hand. Having forgotten gloves of your own, hers felt warm around your fingers and for a moment you felt grateful she was there. The idea of giving birth so far removed from a Maester or a Midwife did scare you, but because of the circumstances, you had to let that fear go or it would eat you alive. As if hearing your thoughts, Rowena offered a comforting smile and offered to take the basket from your arm. 

“Now, how far are we from home? It's going to be dark soon.”

“Not far, it's this way–” Before you could turn in the right direction, a sharp pain exploded from your stomach and shot down straight between your legs. A warm gush of fluid came from between your thighs, causing you to double over and cry out in pain.

“Guess I found you just in time! Come now, let’s get you home and ready to have your wee one.”

The hike back to the cottage was a blur. The pain that had struck you continued the whole way, and there were moments when you didn’t think you would make it back. Just as the smoke from the chimney came into view, you started to cry with relief because it meant that your husband was close by. You didn’t trust Rowena, but part of you knew that you needed her help. At least Sam would be there too, to keep an eye on your grandmother and make sure kept her word and was solely there to help.

Within steps of the cottage door, you felt the world starting to go hazy. A loud buzzing in your ears took over and your vision became distorted. Though you had never experienced labor before, what you were feeling didn’t feel right. It was as if all your senses were beginning to dull and you were losing control over what was left. 

The door opened with urgency, and you could make out Sam standing there before he rushed out towards you. 

“What happened?! What the Hell are you doing here Rowena! What did you do to her?”

“Oh Samuel, time for questions later, your wife has gone into labor. Get her inside and on the bed, quickly!”

Sam did as Rowena ordered without any further questions. You could feel yourself losing consciousness but found it in you to whisper his name as he scooped you into his arms and rushed you inside. 

“Samuel,” you repeated as he lay you down on the bed and wrapped the blankets around you, trying to get you warm.

“Shhh, Y/N. Just rest. I’ll get you some warm tea. I had it ready and waiting just like you asked.” It was the last thing you heard him say as you drifted off, unwillingly shutting out the world behind you.

“Tea won’t be necessary, Samuel,” Rowena spoke up as she entered the room and pushed him aside. Despite the difference in their size, Rowena moved about as if she owned the place and Sam was nothing but a peasant in her way. 

“Can you follow some instructions, boy? I need you to gather all the clean towels, and get that kettle of water into a pot and bring it here.”

Sam stood, motionless at first, watching his wife lay motionless on their bed. He didn’t hear a word Rowena was saying, he was too focused on how the day started so normally, and now it was breaking out in chaos. 

“Samuel!” Rowena shouted his name, finally grabbing his attention. “Please! Clean linens and boiling water. I will get her ready, awake or not, this baby is coming so we need to be prepared.”

He nodded in a daze, curious as to how she could remain so calm. Sam got his feet moving, and went to gather the things she requested. After bringing them back into the room, he saw Rowena had removed the wool pants that Y/N had worn beneath her dress, and that the blankets were up above her knees. 

“Is she? I mean, is the baby–”

“Yes, she’s okay and yes, yer baby is about to make his entrance. Now that you are all caught up, I need you to go and grab whatever salves or potions she’s crafted for pain. Also, in the basket I brought in, are some purple leaves with a white blossom. Ground the whole thing, root to bloom with a mortar and pestle, sprinkle in two parts Dwale. I assume you have some in the root cellar. If I know my granddaughter, she will have it in her pantry. No self respecting witch would go without it.”

Sam nodded, trying to just concentrate on whatever tasks Rowena handed to him. The sudden manner in which Y/N went into labor had him distracted. Even though he felt prepared for the arrival of his child, the way it was happening was scary and left him feeling helpless. His normally stoic demeanor was off balance, so he did his best to follow Rowena’s directions even if her being there was suspicious.

As quickly as he could, he foraged through the root cellar, looking for what she had asked for. Once he had ground the herbs together, he raced back into the room and placed them by Rowena’s side. He could see Y/N had a layer of sweat on her brow, and while she wasn’t completely conscious, she was breathing steadily and her face winced ever so slightly in pain.

“What’s wrong with her? Why is she not conscious?” he asked as he moved to her side and wiped the sweat from her brow.

“I believe the pain was too much. Childbirth is work, Samuel. Some women, even strong ones like my granddaughter, can succumb to it. Good thing I arrived when I did. Now, you can stay for this if you want, but I warn you, it's going to be messy. You may not have the stomach for it.”

“I won’t leave her,” he said firmly and without taking his eyes off Y/N. “Tell me how I can help.”

“Fine. If you really want to help, get a cool cloth for her head. Put a bucket of water outside, so it can freeze up. Once I get her awake, she will need some ice for her throat. Now that the sun is down and with the way the air has turned, it shouldn’t take long to freeze.”

Sam did as he was told. By the time he had gotten the cloth and put water outside, he heard Y/N’s voice cry out. He ran back to the room to find Rowena standing by her head, holding it up as she let the cup of herbs he mixed, sit under her nose.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Rowena purred and gently laid Y/N’s head back to the pillow. Her eyes were still closed, but she was more awake then she had been earlier. “Before you ask, no, she’s not completely conscious, but enough to help push the baby out. It could take some time, so why don’t you go and prepare some extra firewood. You will need this place to be far warmer if you want this baby to survive his first few hours out in these woods.”

“I don’t want to leave her. I need to be here!”

Turning on her heel, Rowena marched up to Sam and pointed her finger into his chest. “If YOU hadn’t brought her out to these woods to hide, she would be giving birth in a warm castle chamber, with a midwife and proper tools. So, if I were you, Lord Winchester, I would do as I ask because I am the only one here capable of guiding her through this so they both live!”

Stunned by her brashness, Sam simply nodded. His fear of losing one or both of them took over, and again, did as he was commanded. 

A short time had passed, when he heard Y/N cry out again from inside the cottage. He fought against all of his instincts to run back inside, because he knew that Rowena would just force him out. He admitted to himself that wasn’t the only thing holding him back. He was petrified of seeing her in such distress and the guilt he was beginning to feel for having her in such an isolated place kept his feet stuck firmly in place. 

From beyond the cottage, he could hear the whinny of the sole horse they had kept. That high pitch sound bounced off the trees, followed by a gust of cold wind that carried a brief flurry of snowflakes. Feeling those flakes touch his skin, it prompted him to hurry with the wood. If it was going to start snowing already, Rowena was right, they would need as much firewood as he could possibly make. Then, they would need to find a better place to hold up for the winter. The cottage had worked to this point, but what she had said sat heavy on his mind. The Elven Woods, while rich with magic and bountiful with herbs, was no place to be caught for the winter. For all it had to offer in the warmer months into the autumn, it took it all away and left the grounds a barren white emptiness that could become dangerous. 

More time had passed, and Sam grunted with one last swing of the ax. He paused, waiting to hear something from the cottage. When another minute or two passed with no noise, he grabbed as many logs as he could and headed back inside. Dropping the wood near the fire that was already going, he again waited to hear some kind of sound come from the bedroom he shared with Y/N. 

“Rowena?” he called out, his tone laced with worry. “Rowena!”

When no reply came, he made his way into the room and saw that the witch was nowhere in sight. His gaze went towards the bed where he saw his wife laying, as if she was peacefully sleeping. He went to the side of the bed, and lovingly brushed back the hair that was stuck to her face. ‘Maybe Rowena went to the root cellar,’ he thought. Though it was more of a desperate prayer, because in his gut he knew she wasn’t. Sam swallowed thickly as he looked closer at Y/N’s body. The prominent swell of her stomach was gone, just a small bump where their son had been growing. The blanket that was up above her knees earlier, was now pulled down, covering her to her toes, and stained with fresh blood. 

“Y/N,” he said, softly at first. When she was still unresponsive, he began to shake her, calling her name louder and louder. “Y/N!” When he saw that her chest was slowly rising and falling, he pressed his fingers to her throat and felt a weak pulse. 

‘She’s alive,’ he said to himself and breathed a sigh of relief. 

The cottage was quiet. There were no sounds from the root cellar, or in the small pantry behind the fireplace. All Sam could hear was the crackle of the dying fire and the labored breathing of his wife. 

“Where’s my son,” he mumbled, the realization that there were no sounds of a baby crying anywhere in his reach. “Where is my son!”

Leaving Y/N on the bed, he tore through the cottage, throwing open every cabinet and looking under every surface. He grabbed the candle off the table and went down into the root cellar, nearly losing his footing and falling down the last few steps. Just as he caught his balance, he looked around hoping to see Rowena and his son. There was no sign of either of them. The only thing out of place was the shelf that blocked off the hidden door to the escape route Pamela had shown them. 

From above, he could hear Y/N moaning. Torn between chasing after his son, and keeping his wife alive, Sam wanted to scream. His breath became erratic, and caused his head to swim in fear. Knowing that Rowena could have been gone for a good amount of time—time that Y/N may not have—he raced back up the stairs and to the bedroom where he knew his wife was.

Dawn had just broken over the castle walls, and Bobby was already up and making his way to the dining hall where he knew John had slept. For the first time in a while, John had left his room and went into the hall to have a meal. Bobby had seen him in there the night before, but decided it wasn’t yet the time to confront him with what he had overheard between the two Kings. He did go back later that night to check on John, but he had over indulged in whiskey and was passed out face down at the table.

Bobby had not slept all night, going back and forth on what to do with what he heard. Finally, he decided that he would go and confront the King, then demand that John promise the child would be safe so he could bring Sam and Y/N back to the castle. They had already been out in the woods too long, and knowing she was close to giving birth, he hated the idea of them being out there all alone. First though, he needed reassurance that John would do whatever necessary to keep Crowley out of the castle walls, and that the baby would stay with his parents; not be given to Eve for any reason.

Pushing open the dining hall doors with authority, the sound of them bouncing off the stone walls echoed through the room, causing John to pick up his head just in time to see Bobby marching towards him.

“Wake up!” Bobby roared, his face set into a scowl. “I don’t care if you are my King, or a two bit hussler off the streets, get your ass up now!”

John groaned as he sat up straighter in his chair at the head of the table. Once he had his bearings, he looked up towards Bobby ready to demand some respect, but couldn’t bring himself to do so once he saw the anger burning on his old friend’s face. 

“Bobby, I–”

“No, you don’t get to talk. You don’t get to do anything right now. All you get to do is listen. I’ve kept quiet, and let you sit around wallowing in the guilt you brought on yourself. But I can’t do it anymore. It's time you pull yourself together and do what you should have done months ago.”

“Which is?”

“Get the fuck over yourself!” Bobby barked. “You've been moping around this place, all butt-hurt because Sam took off and condemned you to Hell for what you did. As if making that deal with Crowley all those years ago wasn’t bad enough, you use your son as a pawn in yet another deal, to what? Save your own damn soul? To stop a war that has been in motion for years?”

John went to speak, but Bobby raised his hand and shook his head. 

“I ain’t done yet. I heard you and Crowley not long ago, heard what you said to him. You knew his real intentions with your own grandchild, and you weren’t gonna stop it, were you? You were gonna let Sam have a child, then rip it from his arms! What kind of man are you!?”

“Bobby,” John started, his voice small and broken. “I, I know, I made the wrong choice… I hate myself…”

“Well, boohoo, I’m so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess. But you brought all that crap on by yourself. So, instead of wallowing in your own guilt, get over it and do something to fix it!”

“And what would that be, Bobby? Sam is gone, I have no idea where–”

“I know exactly where the boy is,” Bobby snorted. “Who the Hell do you think got him out of here safely?”

John’s attention piqued at this revelation. “So, where? Where is he? Is he okay?”

“Far as I know, he’s fine. Him and Y/N both. I wanna bring ‘em both home. She’s gonna be ready to have that child any time now, and she deserves a clean, warm, safe place to do that. But I won’t risk her or the baby’s lives if I don’t have your absolute word that they will be safe here. Safe… indefinitely.”

Before John could reply, there was a stir of commotion from beyond the doors of the dining hall. It sounded as if they were getting closer, causing John to rise from his seat, and Bobby to take a few tentative steps closer to the doors. They flew open with force, as they had when Bobby entered, but this time it was Sam that caused the rukous. He was soaked from head to toe, and in his arms he was carrying the limp body of his wife. 

“Bobby!! Please! She needs help!” 

Bobby didn’t hesitate, he ran towards Sam and helped him gently lay Y/N on the far end of the grand table. John watched from a distance, horrified at what was unfolding before him. When he heard Bobby declare that Y/N was still breathing, he finally found his footing and rushed towards where they were gathered.

“What happened?” he asked warily, unsure if he would even get a response. 

“What happened?” Sam repeated his question in surprise. “Seriously? As if you didn’t know!”

“Sam, I–I don’t. What–”

“She went into labor! That’s what happened! Rowena showed up right before she did. I–I thought she was there to help,” Sam swallowed roughly and rubbed his hand against the side of his face. “I thought… I did what she asked. She was helping Y/N with the labor. Told me to go and cut firewood because the cold had come on so fast.”

“Alright son, take a breath,” Bobby said as gently as he could, while continuing to check Y/N’s vitals. 

Sam released a slow, shaky breath. “It got quiet, so I went back inside the cottage,” he continued, talking directly to Bobby now. “Rowena was gone. The baby was gone. And she…” he stopped again to gaze down at Y/N, fighting desperately to hold back the build up of fear that was nearly choking him, “she was just laying there, covered in a bloody blanket. I didn’t know what to do, except bring her to you. Can you help her? Please, Bobby, I can’t… I can’t lose her, too.”

“Good news is she is breathing, and even with the blood loss, her pulse is strong. Let’s get her up to your bed, and I’ll see what I have in the apothecary that will bring her around. Gotta make sure that bleeding has stopped.”

“Son, I’m sure she will pull through,” John said and placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder. 

Sam shrugged it off violently and turned to face his father. “Don’t touch me.”

“Sam, I know you’re scared, but–”

“You have NO IDEA what I am right now!” he roared in reply. “This… This is all YOUR fault! You, you and your goddamn deal… making promises to a demon! You did this! If you hadn’t lied, and made the deals you did, we wouldn’t be in this situation! We left, because we weren’t safe here! All the warding this place has and somehow Crowley always manages to slip through. Why is that, dad? You offered me up like it was nothing, then married me off, like it was nothing. I did as you asked, I married her, and I fell in love with her! You never trusted that it was real, did you?”

“Sam, please… I know what I did was wrong. But, son, you have to understand–”

“No! Nothing you could say makes any of it okay! Now, because you let Crowley in, again, we were forced to hide! Hours away from help if we needed it, no guards, no way of getting word to anyone!”

“Look, I get you’re pissed, and rightfully so,” Bobby said as calmly as he could, “but now isn’t the time, Sam. We need to make sure she’s stable, and safe.” He said the last word with an authority that made John look in his direction. 

“I need to find my son,” Sam said, glaring at his father. “I need reassurance that you will do the right thing, for once in your pitiful life, and make SURE my wife stays safe while I go after our son!”

John nodded, guilt and regret coating his throat, leaving him unable to speak. 

Sam shook his head. “Not good enough. I need to hear you say it. You owe me that at least.”

“Y/N will be safe here. I swear it on your mother’s soul.”

That was enough for Sam. He turned back to Y/N, once again picking up her limp body and made his way out of the dining hall, with Bobby following close behind. John stood there, stunned by all that had just happened. Regardless of how he felt about Y/N, he would be true to his word and keep her safe. He took a few moments to gather his composure, then bellowed for the closest guard. 

“Tell the others to reinforce the warding. I want this place on lockdown. No one goes in or out, under my orders. Call back half the guards that are on the walls. I want them stationed through the hallways near Lady Winchester’s chambers. I want the best healers brought in, as soon as possible. Shamans, white witches, whoever you can find. She is to be protected at all costs, do you understand?”

“Yes, your majesty,” the guard replied and went off to do as he was asked. 

Knowing that Sam wouldn’t want him in the chambers, John slowly walked back to the head of the table of the grand hall, and stood behind his chair. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the weight of the choices he had made in the vein of his own desires. The lives that were lost because of his actions felt suddenly overwhelming, and he knew then that no matter how he felt about Samuel’s wife, he would do whatever he had to to keep her alive.

By the end of the day, Y/N seemed to be stable. Bobby was able to stop the bleeding she was experiencing from the birth. When Sam asked how bad it was, Bobby just lowered his head and shook it slowly. 

“Son, you don’t need to know. Let’s just say that whatever Rowena did, it was quick and probably painful as all hell. Luckily, I was able to stitch her up, stop the bleeding and make her comfortable.”

“Will she wake up?”

Bobby’s heart broke for Sam, because the truth was, there was no reason for her to not have woken up already. “I can’t say for sure. I don’t know what else Rowena coulda done to her. It’s like she’s in a deep sleep. None of the usual things are working to bring her around. I’m no witch, but I do know some of their tricks. If we can find Rowena; find out what she did, I can probably reverse it.”

“Oh, we will find her, Bobby. She has my son.”

“Are you sure about that? Did you hear the baby cry? Do you know, for certain–”

“Bobby, don’t.” Sam interrupted. He looked as though he may be sick if Bobby continued with what he was about to say. “He’s alive. My son was born and Rowena took him.”

“Ok,” Bobby said, doing his best to sound hopeful. “Ok, then we go and find them. Best bet, let’s start with Crowley. I know him and his mommy don’t always get along, but in this case, it's a good place to start.”

“Can’t hurt, that’s for sure. You need a night of rest first,” Bobby paused and held up his hand knowing Sam would want to leave immediately. “Before you go and start tellin’ me we gotta go now, you aren’t gonna be good for much if you don’t get some sleep. Y/N’s resting comfortably, stay in here with her tonight, and the Midwife will be here by morning to keep an eye on her when we leave.”

“A midwife? How is that enough to keep her safe?” 

“Did I mention she’s a psychic who also knows some pretty strong hoodoo? Trust me, I wouldn’t leave anyone here that couldn’t protect Y/N. Missouri is the right woman for the job. We can leave for Crowley’s at first light to go find your boy.”

Sam was thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. He was exhausted, and the idea of sleep wasn’t appealing but it was necessary. “You sure she’s okay? Comfortable?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just don’t know why she won’t wake up.” 

The two men stood quietly, watching the slow rise and fall of Y/N’s chest, both deep in thought about what came next. 

“I’m going to kill him, Bobby.”

“Now, Sam… I know how good it would feel to send Crowley packin’, but–”

“Not Crowley. My father. Once this is all said and done, I’ll come back and take his throne. He doesn’t deserve to rule Lawrence, or this family. I’ll go get Dean from Purgatory if I have to. But trust me, King John doesn’t have much time left in his rule.”

McLeod Castle stood tall and ominous as Bobby and Sam watched it come into view. Neither of them had ever traveled that far East, and it wasn’t hard to see why. The lands surrounding it were barren and bleak; pockets of fire bursting from the grounds. The bright, blue skies that he was used to in Lawrence were gone. In its place were dark purple and black clouds that screamed with bolts of electric blue lightning. It broke Sam’s heart to know that this was the place his wife grew up in. Sharing a look of uncertainty, Bobby kicked his horse into high gear and they continued on to the castle in a full on gallop.  

Once at the gates, they were ready for, and fully expecting, some resistance with Crowley’s minions. Instead the tall wrought iron fencing was left wide open for them to enter. 

“Think it's a trap?” Sam asked, looking around trying to see if anyone was watching them.

“When isn’t it with Crowley?” Bobby scoffed, but continued to maneuver his horse through the opening.

There was no one standing guard at the door to the castle, either. The faint sounds of screams and chains rose up from somewhere beneath their feet, but neither Sam nor Bobby paid it much attention. Being at the literal gate of Hell, they expected nothing different.

Pushing open the door, Sam walked through first and was again surprised when there was not one demon there to greet them, or try to kill them. The sounds heard outside were a bit louder, but not loud enough to hide the approaching footsteps.

“Well, about time.”

Sam and Bobby turned to see Crowley standing in the arch made of black stone, fitted in his best black suit and holding a glass tumbler of scotch whiskey.

“Care for a drink?” the demon asked with a raised brow. When neither man answered he continued. “Guess not. Ok then, I imagine you are here to find the child.”

“Rowena took him. Where is she!” Sam roared while marching at him.

“Easy Moose.” Crowley cleared his throat while contorting his hand into a tight fist, suddenly cutting off Sam’s airway, stopping him in his tracks.

“We aren’t in your castle anymore. You’re in my house, and in MY house we play with magic.”

Bobby watched them nervously, knowing that if he didn’t intervene things would turn ugly fast. “Listen,” he said, cautiously stepping between them. “We just wanna know where the boy is. If Rowena has him here–”

“She doesn’t. I asked for her help in finding my daughter, but, you know mother, she does what she pleases.”

“I guess helpin’ you didn’t please her,” Bobby snorted. 

“No, the only thing that pleases that old hag is screwing me over.” Crowley relented and unfurled his fist, giving Sam back his breath. 

Sam gulped for air for a moment, and then finally felt the pain leave his chest. He tried to calm himself from lunging at Crowley again, but rational thought prevailed and he tried to turn the situation to his advantage.

“Look, we both want the same thing; my son back safe and for Y/N to wake up.”

“Wake up?” Crowley asked, his tone showing a worry that surprised Bobby and Sam. “What happened to my daughter?”

“Rowena showed up where we were,” Sam sighed. “Y/N fell unconscious during labor. Rowena had me running around, gathering things to help. I was outside getting firewood and when I came back in, Rowena and the baby were gone. Y/N was left on the bed, bloody. I brought her home and Bobby was able to save her, but she just won’t wake up.”

Crowley stood silently, his mind racing at what could be wrong with Y/N. “What things did my mother have you gather? Herbs, bones?”

“I–I don’t know, she had brought in a basket of things… roots, mushrooms, berries, herbs… She did have me ground up some and used them to try and bring Y/N around, but it didn’t really work.”

“She’s hexed her,” Crowley grumbled, more to himself than to the others. Shaking his head, he slowly paced around the room, polishing off what was left of his whiskey.

“How can you be sure?” Bobby asked.

“Because I know my mother. I’m just surprised she actually left the girl alive.”

Sam thought back to the items Rowena had him blend. “The roots, they had this purple bloom at the top of the stalk. I’ve never seen them before. Then she added Dwale, but that’s for pain, isn’t it?”

“Oh, for Hell’s sake, that’s Reaper Root!” Crowley shouted and growled deep in his chest. “Reaper Root and Dwale together, will make a person hover between life and death, until they attract a Reaper. It’s just a matter of time before one comes to take her soul! I thought you Winchesters knew a thing or two!”

Sam felt a deep ache hit his chest. She was alive, but for how long was anyone’s guess. “So, what can we do to reverse it?”

Bobby’s mind raced through everything he knew about magic and spellwork. While that knowledge was vast, not one thing came to mind that would work. Finally, it hit him, there was one thing in the known world that could reverse just about any magic. 

“Angel Grace,” he said softly, causing both Sam and Crowley to stare at him wondering if they actually heard what they thought?”

“‘Cuse me?” Crowley scoffed. “Angel Grace? Are you mad? There’s not a drop of Grace left! Cause all the angels are dead!”

“Not all of ‘em,” Bobby said and looked at Sam. “When Dean was back this last time, he told me he found Cas.”

Sam couldn’t believe Bobby’s admission. “What?! Why didn’t he tell me!”

“Because, you had your hands full. Also, he’s trying to keep it real quiet. Cas is his Ace in the Hole. Figures, he’d be a good asset to have against Eve.”

Crowley rolled his eyes dramatically. “Great, so now we have to go to Purgatory, a literal war zone, and look for the one Angel that’s left. Who happens to be your brother’s favorite toy?”

“That’s exactly what we are going to do,” Sam said and turned to leave the castle. “Bobby, get word to Dean as soon as possible. We need to leave for Purgatory now.”

A/N: This chapter is the end of The Pact. Sam’s story with Crowley’s daughter, will continue in the next part of The Winchester’s tale, Purgatory Rising. 

Sam and Bobby are desperate to seek out Dean and the last angel on Earth, Castiel. They will have to navigate Purgatory and Eve’s army of monsters in order to obtain the Grace needed to save Sam’s wife. Finding Dean and Castiel won’t be easy, but having Crowley’s help could be the key in their success. Purgatory Rising will then follow Dean in his quest to kill Eve and end the war for good. To do this, he will need as much help as he can get from those closest to him

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do you have like. a fic that deals with the soulless jack arc the way u want

Hiii anon this ask absolutely made my day. Very excited to answer this.

Okay so, I don’t have a fic of this but I do have the secret better soulless Jack arc that exists in my head. This originated from me brainstorming it in DMs to @autisticandroids (so there is stuff in here that is from them) around the time I watched the canon version for the first time a couple of months ago. It diverges fairly significantly for 14x16-14x18 and then sticks more closely to canon for 14x19-14x20, but like, the things I've changed mean that those episodes are put in a different light by the time we get to them, and so the main point of this soulless Jack arc is “okay, what actually is the best way to deal with this?” and the answer is compassion!!

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Obviously, Mary doesn’t die in this au, because it undercuts stuff to the extent that I don’t think it can have been the original plan. That doesn't mean, though, that I'm reverting to the improved soulless Jack arc I think s14 was building to before it got derailed by Mary's death, because that focusses a lot on Dean and Dean & Jack parallels, which isn't really the most interesting to me. This is a very Cas & Jack centric soulless Jack arc, as it should be.

So, the major structural diverging for me starts in 14x16 – in this version, instead of Cas being off screen, him trying to find a way to fix Jack’s soul is the focus of the episode. He gets to have two episodes getting increasingly desperate and probably physically threatening people (because I will forever be mad about the fact that in the entire show he punches 1 (one) car for Jack and that’s it). The idea of this – in addition the fact that Cas’s pov here is the most compelling objectively – is to help to maintain the sense of foreboding re soulless Jack, but also crucially to keep it in the right context of this being specifically something devastating for Jack and people who care about him. The idea of him as a potential ‘threat’ isn’t the point.

Then, I’m a little torn because I do think the s14 Nick stuff is the stupidest writing decision spn ever made, but I do also think Jack killing someone intentionally (as opposed to the stuff with Mary) is an escalation point that makes sense, because like, the issue with soullessness is that his moral reasoning’s off, but with a trustworthy guide he would still be fine! So I think while the emotional core of 14x17 is Cas still trying in vain to find a solution to Jack’s soul, this is the background to salmondean having taken Jack on some kind of motw case, explicitly as a test-drive for him, effectively. So the question the episode is asking – while it becomes increasingly clear that Cas’s mission going to be fruitless – is “is Jack’s soullessness going to be a problem?”, and then when he (well-meaningly!) brutally kills some malevolent civilian and flies off in a panic, we get the answer “apparently yes”.

Okay so NOW we get to my alternate 14x18 which is my favourite bit. In the canon soulless Jack arc, obviously we get Hallucifer 2.0, which I find pretty insulting tbh – I think it smacks of the writers being like “oops! We don’t know how to convey Jack interiority properly so we’re going to make him hallucinate someone to talk to instead!” (From the point of view that Nick’s death was probably meant to be the escalating event rather than Mary’s, this would make slightly more sense as a fossil of that, but it’s still annoying.) SO my solution to this is to convey Jack interiority by co-opting a bunch of other characters to voice his worst fears to him, in a way which escalates the situation, but like, in a way that makes it clear that the situation is being escalated because it’s being handled poorly. We’ve turned this into a Jack character study episode and all of the other characters are tools to serve this goal <3

Firstly, we ideally have a morally dubious ally. Annoyingly, I think Rowena's already too good by this point, and while an Uncle Crowley would be perfect, he has been killed off leaving his slot vacant. Anyway, we have [whoever. A not-dead Aunt Meg would also be great] make a spike btvs “I’m not good but I’m okay” style argument – “it’s fine that you don’t have a soul, you’re just like me and I’m fine”, which is kindly meant but still upsetting to (an already pretty distressed) Jack.

Then we get apocalypse world Bobby, with some other hunters in tow (including non-fridged Mary trying to talk him down), and (in line with the vibe from him at the beginning of 14x19, which was just never followed through on) he’s like “you are just a monster now, and we’re therefore going to kill you”. Which is clearly completely the wrong approach and just escalates things further as it reinforces Jack’s fears about himself and makes him more upset. Jack sends out some sort of shockwave in his panic to get away, and injures a couple of the apocalypse world hunters as well, but not intentionally. By this point he’s so upset that he’s leaving a bit of a trail of destruction in general, and that obviously increases people’s belief that he’s dangerous but like – he’s just distressed! They just need to be kind to him and tell him it’s okay and that they’ll help him!

And then we get to salmondean driving to intercept Jack. Cas is racing back from where he was of trying to fix Jack's soul, but they’re still a lot closer than Cas is, so Cas is begging Dean on the phone like “please please wait till I get there to talk to him. Please.” But Dean’s like “no, we need to sort this out right now” and so he and Sam barrel into the situation without Cas. They try to holy fire ring Jack to contain him while they try to talk him down, which obviously just makes Jack even more upset. (Sam is uncomfortable with this and tries to talk Dean out of it / tries to use waiting for Cas as an excuse, but he does ultimately fall in line.) And then when they’ve got Jack in the holy fire, Dean is taking what he genuinely thinks is a tough love approach of “well you’re not a monster, if you can get this under control” (voicing Jack’s fears to him. We’ve co-opted the avatar of the narrative to serve the end of expressing Jack interiority <3), and Jack’s like “otherwise you’ll kill me?” and Dean’s like “yeah. If I have to”. It eventually escalates to the point that Jack feels so overwhelmed that he is about to give up and just walk through the holy fire, not knowing whether it’s going to hurt him, but just before he does Sam caves and breaks the circle, so we don’t actually know what would have happened, just that he was prepared to do it. Salmondean don’t quite realise what was about to happen, but the audience do.

So we finish 14x18 with Jack still at large, and still upset and therefore out of control, and the crucial takeaway is that all of these attempts to talk him down failed because everyone was making the same misapprehensions about how to help Jack, making Jack’s non-monster status conditional, just feeding into his fear that he can’t avoid being a monster, and the destructive distress it’s resulting its, whereas Cas’s approach would have been “no you’re not a monster, and I’m going to help you” which is why it’s the only one that would have worked.

Then, when we get to 14x19, escalating to trapping Jack in the box makes more sense, because they have already tried talking to him. At the same time, the audience knows that trapping him in the box is still the wrong approach, because Cas's compassion that he didn't get to exercise is still in clear contrast to all of the other failed approaches. The Dumah stuff in this episode probably gets replaced by something where Jack has a little more agency, because the point is “yeah he might do dubious stuff in a well-meaning way without a guide, but if he is looked after he’s fine", so it makes sense to show him doing some well-meaning 'bad things' – having stuff that he's purely manipulated into is a little dull.

In addition to the fact that salmondean wanting to trap Jack in the box makes more sense in this version, because Sam let Jack out of the holy fire ring, Dean can leverage Sam’s ~responsibility in whatever chaos Jack has causes since, to persuade him to go along with the box plan, so the character dynamics make a little more sense there. Also obviously, removing the revenge motive that comes from Jack having killed Mary makes Dean come off as less callously vindictive, and more (very poorly, but still) trying to deal with this very difficult situation. Like, he's still not behaving particularly sympathetically, and he has fallen back pretty quickly into his earlier ways of viewing Jack, but it's much more earned, and less "woah! Where did that come from?!" than in canon 14x19. Another thing that's fixed by Jack not having killed Mary is that he looks much less gullible for being tricked into the box, as opposed to the canon portrayal of which is sublty ooc in a really insulting way.

And then, like in canon, Cas is away while all this is happening, and stuff plays out pretty much the same when he returns, except that Dean tries to physically restrain him from going to get Jack from the box, and Cas shoves him out of the way, because I do have an agenda re the angel and (here, very mild, but still) violence in defence of his child <3

For Moriah, the actual Jack stuff can play out pretty much the same (but of course with the prevailing sense that "no, Dean is wrong to think he has to kill Jack! Cas will be able to sort it!"), only obviously Chuck doesn’t kill Jack. This is for several reasons: 1) Chuck killing Jack is a massive cop-out in that it avoids dealing with the repercussions of Dean nearly killing Jack, which is lazy, boring writing; 2) if the point of this rewritten soulless Jack arc is “what is the solution? Is there an alternative to trapping/killing him?” we need him to survive so that we can see that the solution would have worked, have the cruel approaches refuted; 3) for there to have been something gained from all this, the arc needs to conclude with Cas leaving with Jack. Cas has had major revelations re the situation his child would be in continuing to live at the bunker, and also been shown the extent to which his drive to take care of Jack differs from Sam and Dean's, both of which are reasons for him to realise that he does need to step up as Jack’s parent, in order to do right by Jack, the way he wants to. Like, Cas has learned stuff from this, and he should get to act on it, rather than just having his child killed in front of him. Also, I get a real kick out of getting to say to the audience “look, only one of these three can reasonably be considered Jack’s parent after all that! It's only Cas!”

Not sure what really happens after that. Certainly I am super enamoured with the whole “Cas caring for soulless Jack” vibe – it compels me greatly. I also have in the back of my mind a character-stuff-masked-as-lore solution which could happen either instead of or following that, where Cas sacrifices his grace to fix Jack’s soul, and then Jack is able to restore Cas’s grace via giving him a little of his own (given it’s turbocharged nephilim juice), and it doesn’t give Cas angel terminal illness this time specifically because it’s the grace of his son. Like, their chosen relationship being recognised metaphysically in a way that resolves the situation.

Anyway crucially, the soulless Jack arc has been rewritten so that the instead of the clumsy canon version, the focus is “what does it truly mean for him to be soulless? How do we resolve this situation?” and the answer is that while his moral reasoning is a little out of whack, he does still mean well, and we can resolve things by being kind and having his dad take care of him <3

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supernatural s14e10 nihilism (w. steve yockey)

was thinking about this yesterday, how crowley popped in to cas when lucifer had him locked up, and how they might try to manage something like that for dean

is that pam?? ugh i really liked her. wish she could have stuck around. weird how hrm. having feelings about this idea that sam and dean could even have something like this bar. like, an established place for them that wasn't underground in this weird sterile bougie bunker, but something that actually fits them. be up and around people, even if they're still hunting. so is this supposed to be like the djinn format, where it's taking his dream and trapping him?

DEAN How come you always have a boyfriend? PAMELA How come you only want what you can't have? DEAN Whoa. PAMELA Besides, you don't want me. You just like to flirt. I'm a psychic, so I kinda know.

cute and legit

the unfortunate monster teeth on this vampire made it so it's very obviously adr'd in when he's talking. maybe go back to just the occasional flashing of fangs with cg, guys 🥴

SAM Billie -- uh, uh, Death assigned a reaper to keep an eye on Dean and me. Her name is Jessica, and she is always -- WOMAN Hello. SAM Where's Jessica? WOMAN Well, my name's Violet. It's my shift. We have shifts now, because you mess up so, so many things.

cute and legit x2

SAM Okay, look, sorry, but we're stuck, okay? And Death owes us one after we fixed that whole Rowena thing. You know about that, right? VIOLET Oh, yes, the Rowena thing you started.

not sure i know about it though (have to consult the wiki) :S oh god, right. when rowena was trying to get crowley back. the great characterization flip flops of crowley, rowena and ketch

SAM Okay, listen. Back when Gadreel possessed me, he -- he created, uh, I don't know, like a -- like a fake world inside my head. But Crowley was able to force his way in, he showed me how to take control, and I drove the angel out.

oh, wait. did crowley do that twice? apparently so. i very distinctly remembered cas watching tv while crowley was trying to get him to cooperate lol. forgot he got in there for gadreel too

MICHAEL Yes, uh, put a chair against the door. That'll help. Nothing's changed. Either my monsters get here, or I break these chains. But tonight...everybody dies. And, Sam? The last thing you'll see is this pretty smile...as I rip you apart.

he's giving me keanu vibes again with his speaking voice/cadence as michael

SAM It's the, uh, messed up British Men of Letters thing they used to get inside people's heads. I figure if I can get in, maybe I can wake Dean up, get him to fight, you know, to force Michael out.

we're just gonna bring up a million things i have basically zero recollection of. ah yes, the thing that enabled the conversation with brainwashed-mary where dean told her that he had to be sam's mother, father, and brother. the conversation, i remember. context? nada

well i was asking where all the apocalypse world people and there they are. not sure why they're putting maggie at point of this operation but okay. we don't know anyone else and jim beaver isn't in this episode? lol

michael's daddy issues putting everyone's to shame. burn the multiverse to the ground

CASTIEL So much trauma in Dean's mind. So many scars. SAM Well, yeah. Dean's been through a lot, but he's strong. CASTIEL Sam...you've both been through a lot, and Dean is more than strong. What I meant was, if I knew...if I knew what I was looking for, I could just -- I could simply go to it. But because Michael has Dean trapped away, drowning, I have to wade through all of Dean's most terrible memories. SAM Cass, wait a second. Would Michael bury Dean in trauma? CASTIEL What do you mean? SAM I mean, Michael said it himself. The reason he left Dean in the first place was because Dean was fighting back so hard. CASTIEL So, if Michael wanted to keep Dean placated... SAM Dean thrives on trauma. I mean, he's had to his whole life, right? It keeps him alert, keeps him ready, but if I wanted to distract Dean, I-I... I'd give him something he's never had before. CASTIEL Contentment.

haha 🥲

this browsing through dean's traumatic and good memories, someone very nicely has them identified to episodes on the wiki

MICHAEL You don't mean that, Dean, not really. You may lie to them, but, deep down, I know you. I am you. You only tolerate the angel because you think you owe him, because he "gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition." Or whatever. But since then, what has he done? Only made mistakes, one after the other.

he kind of mocked cas's voice there and it's funny to me how he couldn't really pull it off in the way like.. if pellegrino did that line, totally would have worked. but to me, jackles's michael it just wasn't really hitting the right note :p

MICHEL And, Sam -- oh, Sam... You know, Dean was his happiest when you quit hunting, leaving him with your dad, just the two of them. See, deep down, he knows that you will always abandon him, again and again.

feels like it's been a long time since we thought about dean's insecurity over sam leaving. maybe like when sam found out about gadreel? i dunno. anyway. obviously just trying to get a rise out of him but i think these days they're pretty secure with each other in that respect.

glad they clarified via lecture from cas that jack used the soul magic to invoke the angel powers to zap the monsters because i didn't get that

locking michael in the fridge in your mind is going well i see

well of all the rehabbed characters, i'm glad for billie. since her hatred of them never really made much sense anyway

DEAN Rescuing Mom and Jack, helping out those other folks -- I'd say it was worth it. BILLIE And just look at you now. Do you remember visiting my reading room? The shelves and shelves of notebooks describing the ways you might die? DEAN Yeah. Upbeat classics. BILLIE Well, it's the funniest thing, but they've all been rewritten. They all end the same way now -- with the archangel Michael escaping your mind and using you as his vessel to burn down this world. DEAN All of them? BILLIE All of them. Except one.

is it a picture of rebar. is it some suicidal bullshit? hmm. get stabbed by lucifer wielding the archangel blade?

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