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Baby’s Day at the Beach

I created this blog account for 1 reason only: posting a Supernatural fic I wrote two years ago. I only just found it again on my laptop. I don't want to post it on main, I have never posted a fanfic before.

This is a oneshot featuring a female protagonist, Dean, Sam and a little bit of Castiel. Oh, and Baby of course.

Trigger warnings: err... light swearing, partial nudity... That's it, I think.

It's fluffy, written in a you-POV, and it's about a female hunter who lives with Sam and Dean in the bunker. Almost 3K words.

I hope I didn't leave any essential information out. I'm 35 (which is really old in Tumblr-years) and not familiar with fanfiction etiquette, sorry.

Anyway, enjoy!

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You softly sighed as the wind blew through your hair. It would get tangled and almost impossible to comb out, but right now, you didn’t care. The first weeks of Summer had been unbearably hot, so you simply enjoyed the feeling of the cool ocean breeze on your skin as you sped along the coast highway with hardrock music blasting through Baby’s radio.

You weren’t exactly a fan of Van Halen, but there wasn’t much choice in Dean’s car. Most of the cassette tapes didn’t even have anything written on them, so who knows what would come out. You were already incredibly happy that by some miracle, Dean had accepted to lend you his car to spend the day at the beach. That man was too attached to his car, and you had often heard him compare her to a beautiful woman. Weirdo.

You smiled as you recalled how he had given Baby a pat on the motor cap whilst looking at you menacingly. ‘Crash her, and you’ll live to regret it’, he had growled.

You switched the lever of the right turn signal and deserted the highway. The sun already felt very warm on your skin and it was only 10 AM. You were very much looking forward to spending a day at the beach. Lazing in the sun, reading a book, swimming in the ocean, maybe even eating an icecream or two. As a monster hunter, days like these didn’t come along very often. This day was all about relaxing and having some well-deserved you-time.

You turned left and reached the big parking lot by the beach. You slowed down and let out a curse. ‘Darn it’, you muttered under your breath. It seemed like everyone had had the same idea. Cars everywhere. You circled around for fifteen minutes, but there wasn’t a single parking space left. With a sigh, you left the parking lot and drove to the nearest coastal village. It was more than a mile away, so you’d have to walk quite a bit to reach the beach, but so be it. You were determined not to let this minor inconvenience ruin your day off.

*****

You took off your sunglasses to admire the magnificent sunset. The beach was almost deserted now, most people had gone home an hour ago, probably to avoid traffic, but this had ironically caused a major traffic jam on the highway. You didn’t mind driving in the dark, so you had stayed a little longer. The day had been an utter success. You hadn’t felt this calm and relaxed since… Actually, you didn’t think you had ever felt this calm and relaxed.

As you watched the sun’s last fading light dim and slowly disappear behind the horizon, you stood up from your beach blanket, shook it out, and started gathering your stuff. You had even bought gifts for the boys as a thank-you for letting you borrow their car: cherry pie for Dean, and a funny English-to-French dictionary with only curse words and rude words for Sam, that you had found in a quaint little bookshop. You picked up your bag and started walking the long way back to the parking area you had found in the nearby village.

About halfway, you suddenly realized you were still only clad in your bikini. Even at this late hour, it was so warm that you hadn’t even noticed. You opened your bag and rummaged through it, trying to find the T-shirt and shorts you had worn over your bikini this morning. You couldn’t find them. You quickly understood that you must have left them on the beach. If you had come in your own car (not that you had one), you wouldn’t have bothered. But with Baby… you didn’t want to get any residual sand or seawater from your bikini on Dean’s precious seats.

You turned around and walked all the way back. Shoot, your feet started to hurt. You shouldn’t have left your sneakers in the car this morning, those beach slippers were not meant for long walks.

Back at the beach, you searched around for a while, but your clothes were nowhere to be seen. Great. Someone must have taken them by accident, or maybe even by design. You scanned the coastline to see if any beach shops were still open. Not a chance, there were no more lights to be seen. You shrugged and started to walk back to the village. If Baby’s seats got stained, you would personally pay for the dry cleaner’s and Dean would just have to deal with it.

After what seemed like an eternity (you were tired after all), you finally reached the village and the parking spot. Which was empty.

You looked around, confused. Wasn’t this where you had parked Baby? There were no other cars to be seen. Were you at the wrong parking lot? You checked Google Maps on your phone. Nope, this was the right place, you had saved the coordinates on your app. Sweat broke out on your forehead. If this was the right spot, then where the heck was Baby?

You looked around some more, even went into the neighboring streets, searching for the Impala ’67. ‘No no no’, you started to whisper, panic taking over. You were worried before about Dean’s reaction if you stained his car. How would he react if you had lost it?

You walked around some more, wrung your hands, tried to breathe evenly, looked for Baby everywhere… But you couldn’t deny it any longer. Baby was gone. Someone had stolen Dean’s precious car. And it had happened under your watch, and now you had to tell Dean.

Ten minutes later, you had finally gathered enough courage to call the Winchester boys. Your fellow hunters. You lived together in the bunker, you hunted together, you were the best of friends. Surely… surely Dean wouldn’t be too mad? Just at the last moment, you chickened out and decided not to call Dean, but to call Sam instead. You dialed his number.

‘Hey, what’s up?’, Sam asked with that ever-friendly tone of his.

You swallowed. ‘Hi Sam, it’s me. I have bad news. I err… I sort of lost Baby’. Silence. ‘Sam?’, you tried again. ‘Yes, I’m here’, Sam said. ‘Did you just say you lost Baby?’

Suddenly, in the background, you heard Dean’s voice.

‘WHAT?!’

‘Listen’, you continued, ‘I didn’t do it on purpose, okay? I had to park her really far away because the beach was crowded, and now she’s gone. I think someone must have stolen her. I mean, an Impala ’67 isn’t exactly a discreet car, and…’

Your nervous rambling got interrupted by a beep on your phone. You took it away from your ear and looked at the screen.

‘Shoot, Sam, I have to go. I’m running out of battery, and I still need to call a taxi to get home’, you said urgently.

‘Wait…’, you heard Sam say, but your phone beeped again so you quickly hung up with a shuddering breath.

*****

You looked out the window of your taxi cab into the dark night. You were almost home. Luckily your battery hadn’t run out before you were able to call a taxi. You weren’t sure if Sam and Dean would have called one for you if you hadn’t shown up. You were pretty sure Dean wished you dead right now. Or at least cold and alone. You hoped he would go easy on you when he saw you had to take a taxi in nothing but a bikini. You’d had your share of embarrassment today.

The car stopped about a mile from the bunker, since you never wanted anyone to come too close to its hidden place. You thanked the driver, paid him, and saw him leave, a big grin on his face as he eyed you over one last time. At least it would make a great story for him to tell to his friends. I once picked up a chick at midnight wearing nothing but a red bikini and flip-flops…

You started to walk the last mile home, your feet weary, but your heart even wearier as you thought about your impending doom aka Dean loves-his-car-more-than-humans Winchester.

After a few minutes, you suddenly saw a tall figure looming in the dark. You quickly put your hand in your bag, searching for the demon knife you always carried with you. But you relaxed as the figure called out your name and you recognized the voice. ‘Sam?’, you yelled back.

Sam came running toward you.

‘Hey, are you alright?’, he asked. You smiled despite your foul mood. He was always so considerate.

‘Yes, I’m fine. Tired and very scared about what Dean’ll do to me’, but fine’, you replied. ‘How did you know I would be here at this exact time?’

‘I didn’t’, Sam said. ‘It was guesswork. I figured out which beach you had probably gone to, how long it would take a taxi to get there, and how long it would take to drive you back. I’ve been waiting here for fifteen minutes. I didn’t like the thought of you walking through these woods by yourself, in the dark.’

He suddenly stopped, finally taking you in. If it hadn’t been too dark to see, you could’ve sworn he blushed a little.

‘Umm… are you wearing a bikini?’, he asked.

You were too tired to explain. ‘Yes’, you simply said. ‘I lost my clothes too.’

Sam seemed to struggle between hilarity and pity. ‘Come on’, he said while putting an arm around your shoulder, ‘let’s get you safe inside.’

*****

As soon as you set foot in the bunker, Dean jumped out of his seat at the wooden table and came running towards you.

‘Please tell me that you drove back in Baby’, he said, his voice gruff with emotion. ‘Please tell me you found her.’

You simply shook your head.

Dean’s hand flew up and he ran it over his face. ‘This can’t be happening’, he said.

He let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a grunt. He bent over, putting his head between his knees. His breathing became shallower, labored. ‘This can’t be happening’, he repeated.

He was full-on hyperventilating now. Sam shot into action, took his brother by the arm and gently pushed him backwards. Dean staggered a little but let himself be guided onto the nearest chair.

‘Dean, calm down’, Sam said with a frown.

‘Calm down?’ Dean’s head shot up. ‘CALM DOWN?! SAMMY, SHE LOST BABY!!’

Your own breathing became shallow. Oh boy, here it comes, you thought. Dean turned his head towards you, his eyes almost as red as Crowley’s on a bad day.

‘HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET THIS HAPPEN?’, he shouted at you. You could only stand there and look down at your feet. ‘We’ve had her all our lives. I lend her to you once, and you lose her. Didn’t you lock her?’

‘Of course I locked her, Dean’, you said, anger now rising in your stomach. ‘Someone probably just broke the window to steal her! She’s such an old car, she doesn’t even have an alarm system.’

‘SOMEBODY BROKE THE WINDOW OF MY BABY??’, Dean shouted.

‘I SAID PROBABLY’, you shouted back.

Sam held up both his hands. ‘Okay, guys, time-out. Take a breath’, he said in his soothing voice. This instantly calmed you down, but didn’t seem to have the same effect on Dean.

‘BABYYYY’, he sobbed, placing his arms on the table and dramatically lowering his head between them.

Right at that moment, Castiel appeared out of nowhere in the bunker. When he saw Dean sobbing on the table, he cocked an eyebrow.

‘Dean?’, he questioned.

Dean lifted his head and looked at Castiel through teary eyes. ‘My Baby’s gone’, he managed to croak before letting his head fall down again.

The angel looked utterly confused.

‘I didn’t know you had a baby’, he said in his deep voice.

‘No, Cas, he’s talking about the car’, Sam chuckled.

‘Oh.’

Castiel looked a little lost. You were suddenly hit by the absurdity of the situation. There you were, clad in a bikini, standing next to an angel in a trench coat and a flannel-wearing hunter even though it was at least 82 degrees, while Dean was going through the 4th stage of grief.

Before you could stop yourself, a small laugh escaped your lips.

Three heads immediately turned your way. Oops.

‘You think this is funny?’, Dean said hoarsely. ‘You see, Missy, this may just be a car to you’, he said, pointing a finger at you, ‘but to me, she’s everything. And if you…’ He suddenly stopped and looked her over. ‘Are you wearing a bikini?’

Sam cleared his throat, and Castiel fixed his eyes on you. You felt very self-aware.

Dean’s eyes shone with a familiar glint, despite himself. He was obviously still mad at you, and incredibly depressed, but this was an incorrigible ladies’ man. For a second, his instincts took over as he let his green eyes slide over you and his upper lip curled upwards almost imperceptibly in an appreciative smirk. But just as soon as it had come, the moment was over, and he narrowed his eyes again.

You tentatively took a step in his direction.

‘Dean, I’m really, really sorry’, you said. ‘I didn’t mean for this to happen, and I swear that I was careful. It was just bad luck. I will do anything to make it up to you.’

Dean lowered his shoulders and relaxed a little. Suddenly, the little smirk was back. ‘Anything?’, he teased.

You could almost hear Sam roll his eyes next to you. ‘There he is’, Sam sighed. ‘Welcome back, Dean. Glad you’ve finally calmed down.’ ‘Hey, Sammy, I will never calm down about this’, Dean said heatedly. ‘But I do know that it’s not your fault’, he added with a gesture towards you.

You sighed in relief. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Castiel was still staring at what you were wearing. You shifted a little uneasily. ‘I’m err… going to change’, you said, and you quickly hurried to your room, leaving the three amigos behind.

*****

The next morning, you happily sipped your tea in the kitchen, laughing at Sam’s jokes. You were in a far better mood today. Sam was flipping through the pages of the silly dictionary you bought him, trying to pronounce various French insults. And you were just having breakfast at the kitchen table. You could hardly wait for Dean to wake up and tell him the good news!

As if summoned, Dean stumbled into the kitchen, wearing the black T-shirt he wore last night and nothing but boxers underneath. You tried not to stare. He touched his forehead with his hand and groaned.

‘Urrrr, I should never have drunk that last couple of beers last night’, he complained.

‘Yeah, I never saw you drink that much before’, Sam scoffed.

‘Hey, I was grieving, all right?’, Dean replied. Then, he groaned even louder when he remembered the reason he had been grieving. ‘I’ll never forget you, Baby’, he declared theatrically while placing a hand over his heart and looking up at the sky.

‘Why are you looking up?’, Sam asked. ‘Baby has been stolen, she’s not in some sort of car heaven!’

‘Shut up’, Dean said gruffly. He walked over to the kitchen counter and started pouring some juice into a glass.

He suddenly put down the glass with a bang. ‘Is that pie?’ he asked hopefully.

You laughed. ‘Yes, and it’s all for you. I bought it yesterday at the beach.’

Dean dug in without another word and moaned blissfully. ‘You’re a doll’, he told you, his mouth full of pie.

You smirked. Now was the perfect time to tell him, you decided.

‘By the way, Dean, the County called. Baby’s in the Tow Park over at the beach. We can go and get her this afternoon.’

Dean choked on his pie, wheezed and started coughing his lungs out. Sam looked at you with big, bright eyes. Some pie blew out of Dean’s nose and onto the floor. You laughed uncontrollably.

‘For real?’ Dean shouted when he finally stopped coughing.

You nodded with a big smile on your face. ‘Yeah. It turns out Baby wasn’t stolen. I parked her in a spot that was reserved for local residents only’, you added with a feeling of shame. ‘I hadn’t noticed. They had her towed. The fee to get her back is 109 dollars. Which I will entirely pay out of my own pocket, of course. It’s my fault. I’m very sorry.’

Dean just beamed at you, forgetting all about his hangover, his beautiful smile as big as a child’s at Christmas.

He took three steps, lowered himself behind your chair and gave you a big, warm hug from behind. He planted a kiss on your cheek and said: ‘It’s okay, all’s forgiven.’

Sam laughed and you patted Dean’s arm.

Dean stood up again, all smiles and with a glint in his eyes.

‘I’m never lending you my car again, though’, he added with a grin. ‘So, who wants to go to the beach today?’

THE END.

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raksh-writes · 1 year

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Find the word

Tagged by @iced-ginger-tea thank youu! 💗 These ones are always super fun to do ^^

I wasn’t too sure about the rules, so I searched for the words in my WIP docs first, but since I only have a few current ones (and not all typed up), I had to do one in already posted fics. Hope that’s alright! (Also gonna do shameless self-promotion, ‘cause why not, am I right 😂)

I got the words: chill, noise, familiar, curl, imagine

Chill

Dean’s reminded of the fact that Nogitsune are also masters of illusions and forces himself to relax, to drop his hand from the gun tucked into his waistband. His summoning has been answered and that’s good, it’s good, even if the voice made a freezing-cold chill spread all throughout his muscles. Facing a new monster rarely makes an impression on him anymore, but now — now all of Dean’s instincts are on high alert and he can’t help but feel like the prey, out in the open as he is.

From Leap of Faith, a Supernatural S7 x Teen Wolf crossover. Also made me realize I pretty much never use this words, so -- food for thought!

Noise

The bathroom is quiet around him, no noise aside from the jacuzzi’s bubbling, the precise jetstreams and hot water slowly working on Vegas’ sore muscles as he sips his wine, gaze distant on the horizon. It’s nice, it always is, the way heat and half-darkness envelops everything, only a couple of lamps and candles providing a soft, golden glow in an otherwise dark room. Warm and cozy, some would say. Relaxing. And yet, under the hot water and dim lighting, Vegas sighs – an empty hollowness expanding inside his chest with a howl that bounces from rib to rib. Numb and persistent.

From my most current longfic WIP, a Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby VegasPete AU, with an introduction post here!

Familiar

Before Pete can formulate any kind of thought, Vegas’ hand slides from his jaw down to his chest, fingers tweaking his nipple harsh enough to make him gasp. A different hand, strange yet familiar, lifts from Pete’s hip to his chin, angling his head back; back, back, back until Pete has no other choice but face the one behind his shoulder — and whatever air was left in his lungs rushes out, half-moan and half-whimper.

From a purely smutty VegasPete WIP with demon!Vegas x2 ^^

Curl

He’d found the first person on the list mae left few days later, the letter heavy in his pocket and the ring even heavier on his finger. The lady he met on the other side of the counter was not exactly what he expected, but maybe that was the point. Small and with graying hair, she hardly looked intimidating or in any way acquainted with the sort of world Vegas lived in. Her gaze, though, cut right into the hollow emptiness in his chest, all of his armor rendered useless. As if she could see that sobbing, curled up sixteen years old as clear as day.

From a sequel to my already posted VegasPete post-canon fic. I really need to finish this one, and I love this little part so much.

Imagine

He knows quite a few switches, of course, in both their power dynamics and position – even bedded some of them, on occasion – but ever since he figured out his preferences, he’s never gone back. It’s just not something Vegas enjoys and although he could imagine a subtle power play being fun, has seen it in couples who have been together for a long time and have settled in their dynamic, it just… never appealed to him enough. And, well, it’s not like it has ever been in the cards for Vegas anyway.

Also from the Sugar Daddy VegasPete AU!

Okay, so the words I’m giving: satisfied, curve, freedom, memory, warm

No-pressure tagging: @fleet-off @theflowergirl @msmischief101 @roxannes-love-letters @dual-desires @amatchinwater @plushrumpasaurus @livingbythewords and anyone who’d like to do it, feel tagged too! ^^

#Raksh posts #Raksh's writing #My writing #sneak peek #my WIPs #vegaspete #tagged #tag games #Im not sure who else from my followers or mutuals also writes and would like to be tagged #anyway - this one was super fun!#makes me actually want to sit down to this WIPs more ^^#thank you for the tag!#it's been lovely to do it ^^

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trannydean · 6 months

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Baby, I Love Your Way - Fictober Prompt #07

Prompt - #07, "Do you recognize this?"

Fandom - Supernatural

Rating - G

Warnings - Nothing but tooth-rotting fluff

Word count - 829

Summary - Cas, Dean, and Jaime are all taking a rare moment to relax when a familiar song comes on the radio.

A/N - This is just a sweet modern AU that's got Jestiel and some of their kids. I've got angst planned for other prompts so ik I needed to have a just fluff one shot written, too.

Quiet days were rare—always had been, probably always will be. Nowadays, it was usually because the kids were home, making a racket. Despite the house being large, it wasn’t hard to hear the clamoring of feet from one side to the other.

It wasn’t the kids’ fault—Jaime knew that, and so did Cas and Dean. Having four teens, plus Bobby John, under one roof was a recipe for little peace and quiet.

But today was a bit different than most days. None of the kids were home—Bobby John was at summer camp, Jack was at Sam and Jess’ for the weekend, and Claire, Emma, and Krissy were all at a friend’s place. The house was unnaturally calm, the only sounds being from the radio, softly playing classic rock in the background.

Currently, Jaime, Cas, and Dean were all relaxing on the couch. They had somehow lined up their schedules enough to where they were all out of work this afternoon, and they could spend the rest of today with each other.

Cas was the only one sitting up; he wore his reading glasses and had a book in hand, brow furrowed as he concentrated on whatever he was reading. Jaime and Dean were laying on either side of him, their heads resting on either of Cas’ thighs. Their legs hung off either arm of the couch, but they were comfortable, and they were happy.

Jaime was just figuring he could take a nap like this—head pillowed by one of his partner’s lap and just enjoying the evening with each other—when Dean suddenly sat up. This jostled the couch a little, and Jaime grunted in protest.

“What is it, Dean?” Cas inquired, and Jaime opened his eyes to Cas lowering his book a little to peer at Dean over his glasses.

“Do you recognize this?” Dean asked, and it took Jaime a moment to realize he was talking about the song on the radio.

“Uhh, Frampton, right?”

“Yes, yes, but the song itself.”

Dean got to his feet, a grin on his face. He looked at Cas and Jaime, waiting for them to say something, maybe. But both just stared at him, and his grin faltered a little.

“You guys, it’s our song,” Dean huffed. “Remember? This song was playing when we all met. At that party of Jo’s. She had soft rock going, and this was the one playing when—”

“When Jaime tripped with his punch glasses and managed to spill one on each of us,” Cas finished, amused. Jaime groaned and ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh, c’mon, you guys are just never gonna let that go, huh?” Jaime grumbled, furrowing his brow as he looked from Dean to Cas.

“Aww, you’re still embarrassed about that?” Dean cooed, sitting back down on the couch, next to Cas. He wrapped an arm around Cas’ shoulders and pulled himself closer, grinning down at Jaime.

“Well, you did choose to embarrass me consistently about it for the next—what, five years? It’s tapered off since, but you never stopped,” Jaime snorted. Cas hummed a little, but Jaime could see he was trying to hide his smile.

“Of course I did—‘cause it was funny, and you always get the cutest blush when you’re embarrassed.” If it was possible, Dean’s grin grew wider. Jaime made a halfhearted attempt to shove his arm, causing Dean to do the same back.

“All right, come on, that’s enough,” Cas chided, taking off his reading glasses. Jaime gave Dean one last shove before quickly sitting up on Cas’ other side, grinning smugly over at Dean. Cas shook his head and tsked.

“You two are just as bad as the children.”

“Of course—they had to get it from somewhere,” Dean said in a mock serious voice. Jaime nodded in agreement, then leaned back against Cas’ shoulder. Cas wrapped an arm around Jaime and pulled him close, giving him a soft kiss on the temple. He then turned and did the same for Dean.

They sat quietly for a minute, listening to the end of the song, then the start of the next. Their silence was broken when Cas murmured, “Hey, Jaime?”

“Yeah?”

“What made you trip and spill your punch on me and Dean? Did you actually trip over something, or what?”

Jaime felt his face heat up, and he sighed exaggeratedly, debating on whether he should tell the truth or not.

“Don’t laugh at me for this,” he said after a moment. “But you two were busy looking elsewhere, and I thought—well, I thought I could sneak past between you both while getting an eyeful. But I wasn’t paying attention, and I tripped. I dunno if it was over my own feet, or what, but—Dean, I told you not to laugh!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Dean apologized quickly, still laughing. “But you know what that means?”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“You fell for us. Literally.”

Cas snorted, and Jaime groaned, and Dean laughed some more.

#dean writes #fictober23 #oc: jaime morgan #castiel #dean winchester #jestiel #woag real fluff #amazing #NO THIS IS CUTE OKAY AGHHHH

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖊 (When Worlds Collide)

Pt 2 Supernatural/The Lost Boys Crossover FemHunter!OC x Poly! Lost Boys

TW: Some language, mentions of killing/death Okay, so here is part 2.

Word count: About 5k

About another 5 months has passed with me being in this world and I could not be happier. Now that there were no secrets between all of us, everything was so much better. We were all lounging around the cave, I was laying against Paul on the couch, when he brought up a question. “Hey, sugar?” He asked as he played with my hair. “Hmm?” I answered, my eyes closed and my body relaxed, almost falling asleep from the soothing feeling of Paul’s fingers in my hair. “Do you think you’ll want to turn? Y’know, so you can be with us forever.” His question causes my eyes to open and me to slightly sit up. It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it before. Of course I wanted to spend an eternity with them. I loved them and I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t tempting, but it was a difficult decision for me to make. I was raised as a hunter. I was raised to kill monsters, not become one of them. But I guess I wasn't exactly raised to date four of them either. “Well, I want to be with all of you forever, I really do. But you have to understand that it’s not an easy decision for me to make. I was raised as a hunter. Having said that, my answer isn’t no.” I explained to them and they were surprisingly understanding, even David. They were just happy that it was something that I was thinking about and that my answer wasn’t no. The next night I told them that I was heading up top to go and get some fresh air. “Are you okay, doll?” David asked me from his wheelchair. “Yeah I’m fine. I won’t be long.” I assured him and left up the steps and out of the cave. Once I was up there, I sat down at the edge of the cliff and just stared out at the ocean, thinking. Paul’s question last night really got me thinking more about turning. While yes, it was a hard decision, I realized that I was going to be here permanently. There was no going back home, so why not just commit and be with my boys forever? I loved them with all of my heart and I knew that they loved me just as much. My thoughts were cut off by a sound. A sound that was all too familiar to me. It was the flutter of wings. I quickly stood up and turned around. “Cas.” I breathed out. I stood there in shock as I stared at the angel in front of me. I never thought that I would see him again, but here he was, standing right in front of me. I hadn’t seen him, or anyone from my old life, in almost 2 years. Cas walked towards me and, to my surprise, enveloped me in a tight hug. “Mia. I’ve finally found you. We’ve been searching everywhere for you. It’s good to see you.” He said, pulling back to look at me with a smile on his face. I smiled back at him. Tears now collecting in my eyes. I let out a light chuckle. “It’s good to see you too Cas. I’ve missed you, all of you.” I told him, quickly pulling him back in for another hug. “Well, everything will be okay now. I’m here to take you home.” He said, lifting his hand to my head and placing his fingers to my forehead. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what was about to happen. Before I could utter a single word, I had been zapped back home to the bunker.

I swayed and almost collapsed when Cas and I had made it back. I was immediately swarmed by my brothers. “Mia!” They both yelled as they rushed to me, bringing me into tight hugs while Cas and Jack stood slightly awkwardly behind them. “Are you okay?” “What happened?” “I’m so happy you’re safe.” Dean and Sam were so happy to have me back and to have me back safe. In all of their excitement, it took them a minute to realize that I wasn't returning their hugs. I was stood there, frozen in place with the beginning of tears in my eyes. My heart felt like it was breaking. I was happy to see Cas, Jack and my brothers again, but the feeling of my heart breaking was too much to bear. I was taken away from my mates and I may never see them again. They will never know why I left. They will never know what happened to me. Would they think that I had just abandoned them? Or that I had died? I was shaken out of my trance by Dean. “Mia, Mia!” Dean shouted as he shook me. It’s not like I wasn't happy to see everyone again, I truly was. But the second I was back in the bunker, back in my universe, it was like something inside of me had been broken and it hurt. It physically hurt. I finally looked at Dean, his eyes softened when I did. “Are you okay?” Sam asked from beside Dean. I didn’t answer, I just turned to Cas and demanded that he take me back. I needed to go back. “Please. Just do your stupid angel zappy thing and take me back!” I begged him. “Wait a minute. You want to go back? Why the hell would you want to do that?” Dean argued with me. He was beyond confused and even a bit angry with me. In their eyes, they had just saved me and my thanks was to demand for Cas to take me back? “Dean, just- just calm down, okay.” Sam said to Dean. He then turned to me. “Mia. Did something happen? Why do you want to go back?” He asked me calmly. I looked at them through tears. “I-. I’m happy to see you all again. I really am. But I have people back there. People that are going to be wondering where I am.” I tried to explain, but while Sam was at least listening, Dean was just not having it. “You have people here! You have us, Cas, Jack! We’re your family, not some random people in another universe!” Dean was now fully shouting at me. Sam then spoke up. “He’s right, Mia. We’re your family.”

“Look, I know you are my family, but I was gone for almost two years! I tried everything I could to get back to you but nothing worked. I had to accept the fact that I would be there forever, which I did and a part of that was moving on and finding people to spend my life with. I found that and it hurts being apart from them.” I felt horrible for being so harsh to my brothers, but it was true. I was so sure that I would never find a way back to them, so I moved on. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” Dean said in disbelief as he ran a hand over his face. “Dean. I hate to say it, but she has a point. You both do.” Sam admitted. As much as he hated it, he knew that I did have a point. “You want to leave us?” Jack suddenly asked. I looked over at him and saw the sad and confused look on his face. “It’s not that I want to it’s-. I. It’s hard to explain, Jack.” I tried to tell him but it was difficult to explain. Eventually, everyone split off and went their own ways. I spent most of my time now, in my room in bed. As the days went by, it felt as though I was getting weaker and weaker and the pain that I was feeling only grew. I heard a knock on my door. “Come in.” I called out, sitting up and resting my back against the headboard. The door opened to reveal Dean. He slowly walked over to my bed and sat down on it, placing a hand on my blanket covered leg. “Look, Mia. I’m sorry about everything, okay. I didn’t mean to go off on you like that, it’s just. We looked for you for almost two years, terrified that we would either never find you, or when we did, we would be too late.” Dean told me. I sat forward and pulled him into a hug, him immediately returning it. After a few moments, we pulled away, both of us with tears in our eyes. “I know, Dean and I’m sorry too. I know I didn’t act the way that you had probably thought that I would when Cas brought me back here. It’s just that, when I got zapped there, I tried for months to get back you guys but nothing ever seemed to work. Eventually, I just stopped trying. It wasn’t until I had been there for about a year that I met those people and they took me in. I was sleeping in my car, Dean and they took me into their home and kept me safe. I-.” I hesitated for a moment. This would be hard to tell him. Me being in love with four guys, four vampire guys. Maybe I can leave the vampire part out for now. “I love them Dean. All four of them. They make me feel safe, protected and loved and while you guys make me feel that way too, it’s different, y’know.” I tried my best to explain to my brother. Dean had stayed silent this whole time. I had no idea what was going on in his head. Suddenly, I heard someone at the door. “You’re in love with them.” Sam said. I hadn’t realized, but he had been there listening to everything this whole time. I looked over at him and nodded. “Yeah. I am. And being so far away from them, it’s physically hurting me.” I told them. Dean looked up at me. “Maybe we can bring them here?” He suggested, causing Sam to nod in agreement. The suggestion immediately sent panic through my body. They wouldn’t be safe here. They would constantly be in danger. I didn’t know what the hunter situation was like there, but I knew that here, they wouldn’t last long. “No, they can’t I-” I didn’t know what to say, what excuse to use.

They both gave me looks but ignored it. “Well, I don’t want to send you back there. We just got you back.” Dean said, standing up from the bed and walking over to Sam. Sam shot me an apologetic look. “I agree with Dean on this one, Mia. We can’t send you back there. I know that you said you have people there, but you’re our sister and you belong here in this world with us.” He told me. My eyes brimming with tears and I could feel my heart breaking even more. “Please leave.” I told them quietly as I laid back down and turned away from them. “Mia- '' Sam tried to say, but I cut him off. “Please. Just leave me alone.” I told them. I thought maybe I could reason with them, maybe they would understand where I was coming from, but I guess I was wrong. The next few days were uneventful. Sam and Dean went off on a hunt, one that wasn’t too far away from the bunker, and left Jack and Cas to make sure I was okay. Cas not being able to stay the whole time, but he did pop in every now and then to check up on me. I heard a soft knock on my door and the muffled voice of Jack, asking if he could come in. I sat up and called out. “Come in, Jack.” Opening the door and closing it behind him, Jack walked over to my bed and sat down, a smile on his face. “How are you feeling?” He asked. I gave him a weak smile. Jack was always so sweet. We had become pretty good friends over the time that he had been living in the bunker. “I’m okay. Just a bit tired.” I told him. I didn’t want Jack to worry too much. “You seem to be tired a lot.” He said, almost in a ‘thinking out loud’ way. I moved the blanket off of myself and sat next to him on the edge of my bed. “I’m okay, Jack. Promise.” I told him. He looked at me and smiled again. “Okay, that’s good.” He said and looked like he was thinking for a moment before speaking again. “Mia, would you like to watch a movie with me?” He asked and I told that I would. So that’s what Jack and I did for the rest of that day. He went off to go get some movies, snacks and drinks for us and brought them back to my room. It did take my mind off of things for a while, but as always, my mind and thoughts drifted back to David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko. I wonder what they are doing right now. Do they think that I just abandoned them? Are they looking for me? Are they even worried? Sad? My thoughts started to spiral.

As the weeks went by, my condition only got worse. It had gotten to the point that most of the time, I was barely even conscious. Dean and Sam had talked to Cas, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. At first, they just thought that I was only upset about things, but as time went on, they grew more and more worried. “Come on, Cas, man. You gotta be able to do something.” Dean pleaded. “Yeah, can’t you do something similar to what you did with me when I didn’t have a soul?” Sam added on. Both of them were desperate to try and not only figure out what was wrong with me, but also find a solution. “Sam. That’s a very painful procedure and it’s not guaranteed that it will tell me what is wrong with her.” Cas warned him. Both Sam and Dean knew the risks, but there was no other option that they could see. “Just do it. Please, Cas.” Sam said, begging him. Cas looked at Sam then to Dean, who gave Cas a nod to show that he agreed with Sam. “Okay. I’ll do it, but you will both have to stay out here.” He told them to which they hesitantly agreed. Cas went into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. He looked down at me for a moment. “I’m sorry, Mia.” He apologized before he proceeded. The pain was unlike any other I had ever felt before. Even though I was unconscious, I was screaming out in pain, causing my brothers to cringe at the sound. Suddenly, the screams stopped and Cas walked out of my room. Sam and Dean looked at him hopefully. “So?” Dean questioned. “I found out what is wrong with Mia.” Cas told them as he closed the door. “Well? What’s wrong?” Sam asked, desperate to know what the problem was and how they could fix it. Cas gave them both a solemn look. “I’m afraid it’s not good news. Mia, she found her mates in the other universe and when you meet your mate, you need to be with them or.” Cas told them and explained that the mating bond was strong and being separated like this was very bad but hesitated to continue. “Or what?” Dean pushed. “Mates need to stay together or they will die. Mia being separated from her mates like this, it’s killing her.” Cas finally told them. The three of them just stood there, not knowing what to say or what to do. Sam and Dean were just told that I was dying. Their baby sister was dying. “There’s got to be something that we can do, right?” Sam asked desperately. Cas sighed. He knew that there was only one thing that they could do. “There’s only one thing that can save her, but you’re not going to like it.” Cas warned them. Sam and Dean looked at Cas, waiting for him to continue. “Well?” Dean asked, getting impatient. “I would have to take her back.” Cas told them. “What? No, absolutely not.” Dean responded immediately. He didn’t want to have to send me back there, even though deep down, he knew that that may be the only option they had. For the next couple of weeks, Sam, Dean, Cas and even Jack all searched for a way to help save me without having to send me back there. They even tried to see if they could sever the bond between me and the boys.

Though, they soon realized that there wasn’t any other option. Sam came to my room and gently woke me up. Today was the first day in almost three days that I had been conscious. “Hey.” He said softly, a sad smile on his face. “We uhh. We’re going to send you back, Mia.” He told me. It took me a few moments to register what he had said. I felt a surge of energy and excitement at the possibility of seeing David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko again. I sat up and Sam pulled me into a hug. “Thank you, Sam.” I whispered to him as we hugged. We all spent the next couple weeks spending as much time together as possible before I left, because this time, I wasn’t coming back. This will be the last time that I see them all. They could all tell that I was getting weaker and weaker, meaning that we couldn’t hold this off much longer. When the day that I would be leaving finally came, Dean came over to me and handed me a duffle bag. I took a look inside to find it full with weapons, books and some things to remember them all by. I looked back up at Dean and smiled at him. Dean returned my smile and pulled me into a quick hug. “Just some stuff to keep you safe.” He told me and then pulled away again. “Also some stuff in there so you don’t forget us.” He said in a joking manner. “I could never forget you idiots.” I quipped back, pulling a laugh out of him. As Jack wasn’t going to be able to come with us, I said my goodbyes to him. Giving him a tight hug and telling him how good of a friend he has been to me and that no matter what, he will always be my family, my brother. Cas then walked into the main room of the bunker where we all were. “Is everybody ready?” He asked us all. Everyone nodded. Cas zapped us all back to Santa Carla and back to where he had taken me from. The second that I was back, I could feel myself growing stronger. Like all the energy that had been drained from me was suddenly pouring back into my body. I took in a deep breath, smelling the ocean air, a smile gracing my face. We all looked around at each other, making sure we all made it okay. I walked to Cas and placed a hand on his arm. “You okay, Cas?” I asked him, knowing that bringing this many people back took a lot out of him. He simply nodded. It was still a little before sunset, so I knew that my boys would still be asleep. Through all of this, I still hadn’t told anyone about them being vampires, so I thought that now was probably as good a time as any. Turning to my brothers, I spoke up. “So uhh. I have something to tell you. I know I should have said something sooner, but I knew that you wouldn’t exactly react well to it.” I started. They both looked at me, seeing the look I was giving them and instantly knowing what that look was. “Mia. What did you do?” Dean asked, already knowing that it wasn’t going to be good. “Well, the thing is-” I then explained to them that the guys that I was in love with, living with here, they weren’t exactly human. They were vampires to be exact. “WHAT?!” They both yelled at the same time. After a lot of explaining, a lot of questions on their end, and Cas helping me out a bit, they were finally a little more okay with it, though they still weren’t too happy about it. As it would be night soon, I led them all down into the cave where we would wait until the boys woke up.

The second the boys woke up, they smelt me. They came flying out of their nest and into the main lobby area of the cave, only to be greeted not only by me but also three other people who they didn’t know. Still, they rushed over to me and swarmed me with hugs. My brothers and Cas stood there awkwardly as I was covered in kisses and hugs. They were so overwhelmed, and were asking a million questions at once. “Are you okay?” What happened to you?” “Are you hurt?” “Who are these guys?” “You’re okay, right?” “God, we missed you so much.” After I got them to calm down slightly, I told them who they were. I had told them about my brothers and Cas before, so they at least knew of them. Upon hearing who they were, they relaxed a bit. “What happened? Where did you go? We looked everywhere for you.” David asked me, his fingers brushing against my cheek as he looked into my eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to leave. My brothers and Cas, they were all looking for me and when Cas finally found me, he took me back home.” I explained to them, making them shoot Cas dirty looks, Cas giving them an apologetic one in return. I assured them that it wasn’t Cas’s fault. He was just doing what he thought was right. He thought he was saving me. After we all spent the night getting to know each other, Sam and Dean asking the boys a million questions and threatening them that if they didn’t take care of me, they would find a way back and gank their sorry asses and the boys asking Cas a million questions about being an angel, it was finally time for us to all say goodbye. It was all very emotional and very difficult to say goodbye to them forever, but it was the only way. Dean was the first to come say goodbye. He had pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, Mia. Remember that, okay?” Dean told me, pulling back and I could see tears falling from his green eyes. Green eyes that I would never see again. With one last hug, he pulled away completely. “I love you too, Dean.” Tears gathering in my own eyes now. It was now Sam’s turn. Practically slamming into me with a hug. “Don’t forget about us now. I love you.” He said, forcing a small chuckle as he too shed his own tears. God I would miss hugging this giant. “How could I ever forget you guys, huh?” I laughed out. “I love you too, Sammy.” I told him. After pulling away, I looked over to Cas. I gave him a smile and walked over to him with open arms. “Come here, Cas. You’re getting in on this too.” I told him with a laugh. He laughed in response and accepted my hug. “I will miss you, Mia. You are one of the best humans I have ever met and I will always cherish our friendship.” He said, tears in his eyes. I looked at him for a moment before responding. “I will miss you too, Cas. Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? Just remember that, no matter the outcome, as long as you were doing it for the right reasons, it’s okay.” I told him, him giving me an appreciative smile and nodding.

I watched as they vanished, a few more tears making their way down my cheeks. After a few moments of staring at the empty spot where Sam, Dean and Cas once were, I turned back and looked at my boys. David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko all stood there, smiles on their faces as they quickly came over to me and all wrapped me in a big group hug. “I’m so glad you’re back, sugar.” I heard Paul say. “Yeah, we all are.” Marko piped up. “We all missed you so much, princess.” Dwayne added. “Come on, let’s show our little mate just how much we all missed her.” David said, a smirk on his face, but one filled with love. We all spent the rest of the night in each other's arms. Home. I was home. I wasn’t exactly the normal, apple pie life that I had always dreamt of, no. It was so much better than that.

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mlobsters · 8 months

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supernatural s8e15 man's best friend with benefits (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

i enjoy a good play on words as much as the next person but combining dog and sex for your episode name is an interesting choice

well dang, indoor pool and sauna? i wanna go

DEAN 'Cause you did just gank a Hellhound, which is no slice of pie, and, uh, there is a mine field of who knows what crap ahead. Just want to make sure that you are okay. SAM I'm good. DEAN 'Cause, you know, we could find another devil dog. You could tag out. I could snuff the son of a bitch.

so i viewed this as him just trying to protect sam but now i see

i've never had such shifting opinions on a tv person's hair like i do sam's. at least half the time i actively dislike it. at most 5-10% of the time, i think damn it looks good! this shot in particular was one of the special few. his hair is beautiful, the styling/cut is what lets it down when it does

i sure hope he's not hallucinating again because that'd be a cruel trick. hmm, also in my musings adjacent to fuckup vs righteous man, i've thought about how they show sam's suffering onscreen a lot (mystery spot [lol i won't let it go], hallucifer, whatever the trials shit is gonna be) but dean we get the emotional suffering aftermath. sidenote, logistically made sense for a whole bucket of reasons of course, but (for me, personally) thank goodness dean's hell experience was offscreen almost entirely.

sounds like padalecki is sick

um. a doberman that transformed into a black woman. with the huge sparkly bright pink dog collar still on

and this white dude witch is her master?? wtffff. don't really care what backpedaling they do, that was a shitty choice

DEAN Well, I'm concerned. SAM Concerned about the, uh -- the witch-killing spell... or that I'm gonna mess these trials up? DEAN Look, we get too far down the road with this, we can't go back, and it'll be too late for me to jump in. SAM Who says that you're gonna have to? You know, maybe I'll actually pull this one off. DEAN I'm just saying. SAM I know what you're saying, Dean. You've said it. You know, I've been going over this and over this, asking myself "why doesn't he trust me?" And it occurred to me, finally. It's not that you don't trust me. It's that you can only trust you. DEAN Are you done? SAM Yeah, I'm done if you're done.

ugh 💔 and to be so forthright telling him how he keeps asking himself why dean doesn't trust him. and the super quick "i'm done if you're done" response has such a particular flavor of... well. something i'm very familiar with. the vulnerability of showing that he's hurt over not being trusted, that it isn't just anger, and dean basically ignoring it.. feeling of inside, shut that shit down asap and move on. don't know what he was going for particularly but it struck a chord obviously for me

phillippe LeChat. 🥴

????????

like, we can't have dean or sam fucking anyone at the moment so we're just gonna have these two do it. was there a sex scene quotient that needed to be filled?

episode title way more literal than i expected.

DEAN I got to ask. I-I can't help but wonder -- PORTIA Which came first, dog or girl? DEAN Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I'm just curious as to which one you consider yourself, mostly. PORTIA This have anything to do with what I told you about James and me last night? How you're imagining it? DEAN What? No, that's... yes.

dean said (sentient) dogfucker rights?

SAM Oh, by the way, got to hand it to you. It's been 15 hours since Portia mentioned her night with James, and not one bestiality joke outta ya.

not for us though

wonder how many times i miss that he's messing with the scar on his hand

okay.

geez i shouldn't have mentioned onscreen suffering. and using the clip of dean calling out for sam from hell on the hooks..... extra rude.

DEAN Well, it's possible I was wrong. SAM What, about James? Dude, we were both ready to gank the guy. DEAN No, that's not what I meant. Back there, when Spencer had us. He screwed with my head. I saw mom… When she died… And then some other crap. SAM Yeah. Me, too. DEAN You know, when I look back at what our family's been through, what everybody's been through, seeing all that pain… I realize that the only way we've made it through it all is by hanging together. I trust you, Sammy. With this deal, locking those sons of bitches up in the furnace once and for all, it's too important not to. So if you say you're good... then that's it. I'm with you 100%.

i'm all ♥️♥️♥️ and then immediately sam hides he's coughing up blood. okay.

that's the thing with this show, the bad plot writing whatever episodes will still have some mushy fucking brother conversations i wouldn't want to miss! like the reviled bugs episode, that had some high quality brother content

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 8x15 #fuckup vs righteous man #brad buckner #eugenie ross leming #what the flying fuck did i just watch

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aromanticbuck · 1 year

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Where would Jay fit into the whole Supernatural Au? Does he date Mouse cause Mouse's brothers are investigating a supernatural being in his town?

Okay, okay, okay, I have to explain this family tree first. Because it's technically canon compliant for both CPD and Supernatural? They just... exist. Separate from each other but in the same universe.

Because @kitthekazoo said so, Thelma Gerwitz, my absolute beloathed would kill on sight, has the maiden name of Thelma Winchester (her father was a senator, which literally does not matter, it's just a fun little headcanon that I came up with today) and then... I looked at Supernatural family trees when I got home because I had a shitty day and I wanted to have a silly little AU to think about.

Short version: Dean and Sam are Mouse's second cousins twice removed. Thelma is Henry Winchester's (John's dad and Sam and Dean's grandfather, for those who are not super familiar with the Supernatural lore) cousin. also in my research I learned John was born in Illinois this is canon in my heart now

But... Mouse and Jay still served together in Afghanistan. Dean and Sam are still off doing their Hunter stuff. Sometimes, the boys will call their favorite cousin for some computer help when Sam gets stuck on something (they do tell Mouse he's their favorite cousin for this purpose). Jay... accepts the plausible deniability of their illegal nonsense by simply not asking any questions when Mouse has to do something vaguely illegal for them.

And I just - Mouse canonically hacked the government in 2009. Who's to say he didn't do that to help his cousins find and stop the literal devil from bringing about the literal apocalypse? And I mean... his reaction to being called out on that years later was:

Of course he takes full responsibility for it. He was helping his family.

#answered #anon #alex says things #supernatural au*#it gets a tag let's go

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calronhunt · 8 months

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I need to hear about the new demon guy I want to know about him (kicking my feet in the air and smiling)

Sure! He's mostly a character for me and hersh to mess around with so his whole story probably will never be told anywhere. Just a silly demon guy.

buck and hersh's character Shepard (who i don't think hersh has posted) are brothers and they're both half demon. They're also demon hunters and were trained by their father (who was the human parent). Shep wanted out and went to normie college, since he wasn't born with quite as many physical demonic traits as Buck he is able to pass as a normal person. Buck can't do this, so just stays with his dad with the demon hunting business. At some point, dad goes missing, and Buck gets Shep from college to go on a road trip with him to find their dad and make sure hes okay. They bond over the course of it cause they haven't interacted in years too.

If this sounds familiar its because this is based on the first part of Supernatural because hershel and I missed it but we didn't wanna actually engage with the show again. Cause its not great. So we just took the premise and made some stand in guys for sam and dean.

If you're curious, Buck is the dean replacement

#ask #its super embarrassing but we're having fun #also another reason we can't really like. make it into a proper story is BECAUSE of how much its just #supernatural but with guys that we own and can do whatever with

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once-i-read · 10 months

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Title: Lost & Found

Author(s): Mageless

Fandom(s): Supernatural, Good Omens

Ship(s): Aziraphale/Crowley, Castiel/Dean Winchester

Description: When Crowley lost Aziraphale it broke him. One moment they were sipping well aged wine in the back room, the next his friend was gone. He looked. Of course he looked, but years and years passed and all he heard was the same words over and over and over again and they cut into him like knives, stung like holy water. Missing. Gone. Dead. Not just discorporated. Dead.

So he did what he had to do. He did his job. He tempted and caused mayhem and when it hurt too much to be on earth anymore he went back to hell, a crossroads demon. The BEST crossroads demon.

Until one day the Winchester boys had him locked in their super secret torture room, and he hears a familiar voice behind the doors, a voice that has him screaming, crying, begging them to open up.

#supernatural #spn #good omens #fic rec

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fandomsaligninstories · 1 year

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A Very Merry Christmas

Prompt: Follows the Supernatural episode, “A Very Supernatural Christmas” (03x08) Song Rec: Any holiday music TW: None Word Count: 6.5k Pairing: Dean W. x OC (Max), Sam W. x OC (Max) A/N: Hey there, me again, with another requested story from my wattpad!

Max's POV

1996, Grand Island Senior High School, Nebraska.

I shifted the red bag on my back, the weight of several textbooks and notebooks causing my neck and shoulders to ache. I tuck my thumbs under the straps, trying to lift the bag higher.

I keep my eyes trained in front of me, dodging other students from all sides, some people rushing to their third class of the day, some to the cafeteria. I head towards the latter, excitement bubbling in my chest at the thought of seeing Sam again.

I turn the corner in the cafeteria and head towards the table in the corner, furthest from the doors. I smile as the familiar mop of brown hair comes into view, his back facing me. I ruffle his hair with one hand before sitting beside him, laughing as he grunted and reached up to straighten his hair.

"Hey Sam! Sitting all alone again?" I drop my backpack on the floor between us, pulling the brown paper lunch bag out and dumping the contents onto the table.

"Yeah, well, there's not much point in making friends when we'll just be leaving again soon." His eyes focused back on the table where his lunch sat. A sandwich, an apple, and a water bottle. Similar to mine, except I had chips in place of an apple.

"Oh, c'mon Sam, it's okay to pretend your life isn't about living on the road and hunting the things that go bump in the night, at least for a little while!" I bump his shoulder with mine, trying to lighten the mood.

"I guess... Hey, did you get the homework done for geometry?"

"Homework? What homework?!" I mumble out around my sandwich, eyes widening in panic. Then he starts laughing.

"I'm kidding! We only had homework in natural sciences." His eyes glisten as he starts eating his lunch and I roll my eyes at him. We talk about random stuff for awhile, until someone sits at the table, across from us.

"Hey kids, how's lunch?" Emerald eyes flick between us before focusing on someone behind us, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

I turn around to see a table full of cheerleaders, a blonde sitting on the table was staring at the dirty-blonde across from me. I roll my eyes, turning back to look at the brothers.

"Hey Dean!" I smile, catching his attention. He smiles back at me, causing butterflies to take flight in my stomach.

"Hey Max, keeping Sammy out of trouble?" He ruffles Sam's hair, just as I had done, but this time Sam tries to smack his brothers hand away.

"Of course, but it's pretty easy, considering his nose is always in a book." I laugh lightly as I started to gather my trash, glancing at the clock to see five minutes left of our lunch period, "I thought your lunch was after ours, Dean? Are you skipping out of math again?"

"At no point in my career will I need the... What's it called again? With the triangles?"

"The pythagorean theorem." Sam and I say.

"Yes, that! I have no use for it. All I need up here," He taps his forehead with his forefinger, "Is how to make Baby run, how to pick up the ladies, and how to load a gun."

"Right..." I drag out the word, rolling my eyes.

I'd only known the Winchester boys for a week, but somehow I felt bonded with them. I could envision Sam as my best friend, and while a crush on Dean bubbled up in me, I knew we'd never be more than friends. After all, he's four years older than me, and prefers tall, skinny bleach blondes. Meanwhile I'm neither tall nor bleach blonde, but I could date someone if I so choose. I've found that many boys find my blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair attractive, even if I'm only thirteen...

I stood up and threw my backpack over my shoulder as the bell rang, waving at Dean as Sam and I left the cafeteria. The rest of the day dragged on, my last three classes being unable to keep my attention for long.

As I walked to the motel, a familiar sinking feeling set in. When I saw my parents loading my duffel bag into their car, I knew it was time to move on. I sighed, my feet feeling heavier than usual as I made my way towards them. Even though I had said bye to the Winchester's after school, I realized I didn't get the chance to say goodbye... ——— 2005, Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.

I sat on the hood of Baby, Dean's most prized procession- a black 1967 Chevy Impala, that looked practically brand new.

I sat on the edge of the hood, my left boot in hand as my ankle was swollen all to hell. If I never have to run through the woods again, it would be too soon.

I watched Sam as he spoke to the police alongside Ben, telling them a fabricated store- a grizzly bear attack, as a Wendigo would make us all sound mentally insane. Dean walked alongside Haley, who was thanking him for our help in finding her brother, Tommy. They stop in front of me, Dean leaning against the car beside me.

"Must you cheapen the moment?" Haley asked Dean, who was smirking and laughing. The famous 'Dean Charm' that he uses on all the pretty ladies.

A paramedic interrupts their conversation, asking Haley if she was riding in the ambulance with her brother, Tommy. She and Ben gave us a final goodbye before leaving, wishing the boys luck on finding their father. After they had walked away, Sam leans against the car, squishing me between the two men.

"Man, I hate camping." Dean says. Sam and I both quietly agree, "Sam, you know we're gonna find dad, right?"

Sam huffs out a sigh, "Yeah, I know. But in the meantime... I'm driving."

I throw my head back laughing as Dean grumpily tosses Sam the keys.

"Hey, how come I'm not allowed to drive?" They both took their seats in the front as I gingerly slid into the backseat, taking off my other boot before stretching out on the seat.

"If you wanted to drive, you should've brought your own car." Dean grumbled, turning back to look at me.

"Well, I didn't have that option, as these two men kidnapped me from my apartment in the middle of the night!" I jested, "Anyways, it's fine, because I need some sleep. Wake me when we stop for food, yeah?"

One of the boys grunted out a 'yeah' as I made myself comfortable, using my jacket as a make-shift pillow and using one arm to cover my eyes.

Nine years apart and it's like a puzzle piece fell into place, like what I'd been missing has finally been found. ——— 2007, Ypsilanti, Michigan.

Sometimes I wonder how I got here. In a car with two grown men, who fight like children, driving all over the country killing monsters that go bump in the night. How the stars aligned for me to run into the boys on a wendigo hunt, how I'd managed to stick with them for years to follow.

I wouldn't trade what we had for the world- hunting with my two best friends is much better than hunting alone. But then I wake up, and every morning, reality hits me in the chest. Sam's psychic abilities, which led to his death, which then led to Dean selling his soul to bring Sam back. That the gates of hell- the Devil's Gate, had been opened, and hundreds of demons escaped. That we were allowing a demon- Ruby- to help us try to save Dean.

It was easy coming to terms with Sam's abilities. After all I had seen growing up, psychic visions were the least of my worries. They were as improbable as a vampire nest killing my parents...

As Dean drove, I attempted to drown out the brothers' bickering. It was the same fight every time; Dean and I have no trust in Ruby, and while Sam claims he doesn't either, he swears she can save Dean. The first few times he'd said that, I laughed at the irony. Dean sold his soul to a demon, and now a demon is supposed to get him out of that deal. Unlikely.

I snap out of my thoughts when an elbow jerked into my side. I blinked, trying to clear my mind of the fog, and wiped my hands off on my grey pantsuit.

"My daughter and I were in our beds," Mrs. Walsh said, her arms crossed over her chest, "Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the roof, and then I... I heard Mike scream, and now I'm talking to the FBI."

"And you didn't see any of it?" Dean asked, writing down a few notes.

"No, he was..." She sighed, glancing back at her daughter, who stood inside at a floor-length window, "He was just gone."

"The doors were locked? There was no forced entry?" I asked, folding my hands behind my back.

"That's right."

Dean nodded, "Does anybody else have a key?"

"My parents, in Florida."

Sam walks out of the house, the front door standing open. It was warm for December, even in Michigan. Nearly seventy degrees.

"Thanks for letting me have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh, got just about everything we need. We're all set."

"Yes, thank you." I shook her outstretched hand, "We'll be in touch."

I trailed behind the boys, stopping at the bottom of the steps as Mrs. Walsh called out to us, "Agents! The, uh... The police said my husband might have been kidnapped."

Dean nodded, "Could be."

"Then why haven't the kidnappers called, or- or demand a ransom? It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?"

"We're very sorry..." Sam called, taking a step back towards the car. She sighed, heading back inside.

"So, you find anything?" Dean asked.

"Stockings, mistletoe... This." Sam pulled his right hand out of his pocket, dropping something into Dean's hand. I step closer to them, trying to see what it was.

"A tooth? Where was this?" Dean turned and dropped the thing in my palm, quickly wiping his hands off on his jacket.

"Oh, gross!" I pull a tissue out, dropping the bloodied tooth onto it.

"In the chimney." Sam chuckled, taking the tissue from me, "You kill monsters for a living, how do you find a tooth 'gross'?"

"I can handle beheading a vampire, but a tooth is a bone, and that one is covered in blood!" I shoved Sam's shoulder, wiping my hand off on his jacket.

Dean shakes his head, laughing, "No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow."

"No way he fits in one piece." I interject. Both boys glance back at me.

"Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney-" Dean started, Sam finishing his sentence, "-We need to find out what dragged him up there." -—- After a few hours of research, Sam and I determined we were likely hunting an anti-claus, or an evil santa.

When Dean returned from canvassing the town, he informed us that another guy had gone missing, seemingly out of his chimney. And before both men disappeared, they both visited the same place... Santa's Village.

I've always loved Christmas. Despite growing up on the road, my parents always made sure we had a Christmas movie marathon on Christmas eve, and presents every Christmas morning. As I got older, I appreciated their ability to keep my childhood innocence alive. Most hunters I know didn't have a Christmas, and if they did, they received weapons, hunts, or training, whereas I received toys and the occasional weapon.

When we arrived at Santa's Village, any hopes I had of holiday cheer were crushed. The lack of snow and cloudy sky made everything appear dreadful. The ground was muddy, aside from the gravel pathways, the trees were bare from decorations, and the employees looked homicidal in their reindeer costumes.

I watched as a few children ran around playing, barely listening to the brothers' conversation as we walked through the village, with Dean to my left and Sam to my right.

Dean bumped my shoulder, "Hey, speaking of which, we should have one this year."

"One what?" I asked.

"A Christmas!" He replied enthusiastically.

"No, thanks." Sam scoffed, not even giving the idea a seconds consideration.

"Yes!" I lifted myself onto the toes of my boots, wrapping my arms around Deans in excitement, "I agree!"

"We'll get a tree, a little Boston Market!"

"And presents!" I laughed softly as my excitement grew, hanging onto Dean's arm.

"Yes, and presents! Just like when we were little!"

Sam sighed again, "Those weren't exactly hallmark memories for me."

"What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases." Dean defended, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.

"Whose childhood are you talking about?" Sam rolled his eyes, stopping as he turned to face his brother and I.

"Oh, come on, Sam!"

"No, just... no."

My smile fell at his frustrated expression, "Alright, Grinch." Dean turned and began to walk away, pulling me with him.

"You'd think for the ten bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow... What're we looking for again?" Dean asks me, walking around the small enclosure before making our way back to Sam, who had yet to move.

"Lore says that the anti-claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets." I reply, gently nudging Sam's arm to pull him out of his thoughts. He blinks a few times before starting to walk forward again.

Dean jokes, "Great, so we're looking for a pimp Santa. Why the sweets?"

"Think about it, Dean. Kids love candy, so if you smell like candy, they'll come closer, you know?"

Both boys chuckle as Dean makes a face of disgust, "That's creepy... How's this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?"

"I don't know," Sam and I respond.

We stop a few yards back from a small red building, "The North Pole" painted in large white letters. A man dressed as Santa sat on the small landing, pulling a young boy into his lap. He asked the boy if he had been good this year before the mother pulled the boy away, quickly ushering him away.

"Welcome to Santa's Court!" A woman walked up to us, her green elf costume indicating that she worked for the village, "Can I escort your child to Santa?"

"N-no, no. Uh, but, actually, my brother here- it's been a lifelong dream of his." Dean patted Sam's shoulder, trying and failing to make our presence seem less creepy.

"Uh, sorry. No kids over... twelve?" She replied, obviously uncomfortable.

"No, he's just kidding," Sam cut in, "We only came here to watch."

"Ew!" She shuffled away, making a face of worry and disgust.

Sam tried to recover, "I- I didn't mean that we came here to w-"

"Way to go, Sam. Now she thinks we're here to kidnap a child." I shoved my elbow into his side, silencing him.

"Check it out," Dean nods his head towards Santa, who was slowly limping across the lot to another building, "Are you seeing this?"

"A lot of people walk with limps, right?" Sam shrugged.

"Tell me you didn't smell that. That was candy, man."

"That was ripple - I think. Had to be."

"Maybe. We willing to take that chance?" -—- After a long night of watching Santa's trailer, we burst in after hearing a woman scream. Fortunately, all Santa was guilty of was drug and porno use. By the time we got back to the motel and settled in, it was nearly daylight, and Dean's phone began ringing- another man had gone missing.

Sam and Dean interviewed Mrs. Caldwell, the wife, as I walked around the main floor of the house. I jotted down a few notes before finding them in the living room, reviewing the story her son had told them. "Santa took daddy up the chimney."

"Mrs. Caldwell, I'm sorry, but I have to ask- where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?" I questioned, waving off the brothers wide-eyed stares.

She was shocked, "Excuse me?"

"Just curious, you know. It's hard to come by such a beautiful piece." I tried to smile kindly, not meaning to make her uncomfortable.

Dean questioned me as we walked back to the car, "Wreaths, huh? Sure you didn't want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer."

"Oh, shut up, Dean," I rolled my eyes, "We've seen that wreath before."

"That's right. The Walshes', yesterday." Sam answered.

"Oh, right. I know that- I was just testing you." Dean replied nonchalantly, "Think we should get one for our Christmas?" -—- When we arrived back at the motel room, Sam and I did some more research. He spoke to Bobby Singer, who reassured us that we're morons, that there's meadowsweet in the wreaths, and that the monster isn't the anti-claus.

"Wow! Amazing!" Dean whistled, "What the hell is meadowsweet?"

I looked over at him, biting back a laugh as Sam explained, "It's pretty rare, and it's probably the most powerful plant in Pagan lore."

"Pagan lore?"

"Yeah. See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifices. It was kind of like a... chum for their gods. Gods were drawn to it, and they'd stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human."

"Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?" Dean made his way over to the table, leaning against the small counter behind me.

"It's not that much of a stretch, really. After all, Christmas originates from a Pagan holiday, and most traditions originate from paganism." I explained, having had several run-ins with pagans when I hunted with my parents.

"Christmas is Jesus' birthday." He looked at me dumbfounded.

"No, she's right," Sam interjected, "Jesus' birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the church and renamed 'Christmas'."

"Thank you!" I waved my hand in the air, "The Yule log, the tree, even Santa's red suit, that's all remnants of Pagan worship."

"How do you know that? What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny's jewish?"

Dean went back to sit on the couch, so I replied, "Well, actually-" I started laughing when he whipped his head around and gave me a warning look.

"So, you think we're dealing with a Pagan god?"

"Yeah, probably Hold Nickar, God of the winter solstice."

"And all these Martha Stewart wannabes, buying these fancy wreaths..."

"Yeah, it's pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying 'come kill us'. So, in light of this, I've decided we'll buy a fake wreath for our Christmas." I winked at Dean as Sam rolled his eyes.

Sam moved over to the couch with a few books, finally stretching his legs out. Dean took Sam's previous spot at the table with me, sipping on a cup of coffee.

"Huh," Sam started, "When you sacrifice to Hold Nickar, guess what he gives you in return... Mild weather."

I point at the window behind me, "Kind of like no snow in the middle of December in the middle of Michigan."

Dean looks between Sam and I, "Do we know how to kill it yet?"

"No, Bobby's working on that right now. We got to figure out where they're selling those wreaths."

"You think they're selling them on purpose? Feeding the victims to this thing?" Dean waves to Sam's open laptop between us.

"Go find out, because I actually kind of want one." I stand up and stretch as the boys get their jackets on, "I'll stay here and do some more research, you guys go ahead. Bring back some food!"

I waved as the door closed behind them, kicking off my boots before crawling into bed. No matter how long I'd been with the Winchesters, I'd never be used to running on four hours of sleep. -—- "Hey!"

I sat up and pulled the gun out from under my pillow, pointing it in front of me at whoever hit my feet, "Easy, tiger."

I dropped my hands, flipping the safety back on as I stared up at Dean. I slipped my gun back under the pillow and grabbed my glasses off the side table, the black frames sliding on easily as I tied my hair up into a bun.

"What the hell, Dean?"

"Get a lot of research done, Max?"

"Oh, so much." I rolled out of the bed, moving over to the couch as the boys each sat on the end of their beds.

"So, this lady, Madge Carrigan, made the wreaths herself. She gave them away, for free, to a local shop, who sold them to unsuspecting customers." He explained, a hint of mischief growing in his expression, "Hey, Sam, you remember that wreath dad brought home that one year?"

"Do you mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store?"

"Yeah, it was made from a bunch of empty beer cans!" He was starting to get excited again, "I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it."

"Ohh, I could make one, with the amount of beer we drink!" I laugh, leaning back and crossing my legs over the coffee table.

"Alright..." Sam shakes his head, "Dude... What's going on with you?"

"What?" Dean tried to play it off, but I could feel the change in the air. Sam was tired of his holiday cheer, it seemed.

"I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of the sudden? Why do you want to do Christmas so bad?"

Dean glances between Sam and I, his mouth moving as he tried to find the words, "Why are you so against it? Were your childhood memories that traumatic?"

"No, that has nothing to do with it." I stayed quiet as they talked, both of their defenses raised in alarm.

"Then what?"

"I mean, I- I just- I don't get it. You haven't talked about Christmas in years."

"Well, yeah..." Dean's tone dropped as he stared at the ground for a moment, "This is my last year."

I started to interject, but Sam kept on, "I know. That's why I can't."

"What do you mean?"

They're both avoiding eye contact with each other, staring at the floor and the door to avoid me as well.

"I mean, I can't just sit around drinking eggnog, pretending everything's okay, when I know next Christmas you'll be dead. I just can't."

I bite my cheek as I blinked away the building tears, the reminder of Dean's deal and death hanging over us, another immeasurable loss I'll be forced to deal with.

"Okay, so eggnog's off the table, what about hot chocolate?" I managed a smile as the boys looked over at me, acknowledging my poor attempt to lighten the mood.

Once we were able to get a decent meal, we dropped Sam off at the motel then drove around the neighborhood until we found the house we needed. We expected it to be more difficult to find, but the Carrigan house was the only one that looked like it was right out of a hallmark movie.

A white two story house, with Christmas decorations scattered around the yard. It also helped that a sign hanging above the front door stated "The Carrigans".

We stood on the sidewalk, staring up at the house.

Dean nudged my shoulder with his, "This is where Mrs. Wreath lives, huh? Can't you just feel the evil pagan vibe?"

"I feel like I just walked into a hallmark movie." I shoved my hands in my jacket pockets while walking up to the house, Dean trailing behind me. I used the door knocker that was perfectly situated in the middle of a wreath to alert our presence.

An older woman, presumably Mrs. Carrigan, opened the door. She looked exactly like I'd expect for the hallmark house- a hallmark mother. She had shoulder length blonde-gray hair, curled and perfectly styled. She wore a pink button down shirt with a white sweater over it and a white pearl necklace.

Her voice was cheery, "Yes?"

Dean took the lead, trying to match her cheery tone, "Please tell me you're the Madge Carrigan who makes the meadowsweet wreaths?"

"Why, yes I am!" She smiled widely, her rosy cheeks uncharacteristic for the warm weather.

"Ha! Bingo! I told you honey." Dean squeezed my shoulder gently.

"Yeah? Well, we were just admiring your wreaths in Mr. Skylar's the other day."

"You were?" She seemed shocked, "Well, isn't that meadowsweet just the finest smelling thing you ever smelled?"

I tired to act disappointed, "It is- it sure is! But the problem is, is all your wreaths had sold out before we got the chance to buy one!"

"Oh, fudge!"

"You wouldn't have another one that we could buy from you, would you? My girl here really wanted one." He squeezed my shoulders again and I could hear the smirk in his voice. My smile turned genuine, the endearing term sending sparks through my chest.

"No, I'm afraid those were the only ones I had for this season."

"Aw, darn!" I let my shoulders drop to show my disappointment, "Tell me something, why did you decide to make them out of meadowsweet?"

"Why, the smell, of course! I don't think I've ever smelled anything finer." I glanced over at the older man, presumably her husband, making his way down the stairs.

"Right, um, you've mentioned that..." I tried to bite back the sarcasm, but Dean's grip on my shoulders let me know I hadn't done so successfully.

Mr. Carrigan stopped to stand beside his wife. He looked exactly like a hallmark character as well, if Mr. Rogers was a hallmark character. His hair was short, grey, and perfectly styled. He wore a white button down with grey stripes and a brown sweater over top, and a brown and grey patterned tie. He held a brown pipe in one hand and smiled widely at us.

"What's going on, honey?" His tone matches the cheerfulness of his wife's.

"Well, just this nice couple asking about my wreaths, dear!"

"Oh, the wreaths are fine! Fine wreaths!" He waved his hand that held the pipe, in a sort of 'cheers' motion, "Oh, care for some peanut brittle?" He held out a small metal container with the candy.

I slapped Dean's arm down as he began to reach for some and smiled brightly at the Carrigans, "Oh, we're okay, thanks!"

I move to step back and head towards the car, waving at the couple as Dean pouted at me, "What was that for? What's wrong with peanut brittle?"

"Nothings wrong with peanut brittle, Dean, except when it's coming from homicidal pagan gods!" I rolled my eyes as we climbed into the car and he continued pouting, "Do you want to stop at the store for some candy?"

He starts the car before looking over at me, nodding his head enthusiastically. -—- I rolled my head to either side, looking at the boys situated behind me. All three of us were tied to chairs, the pagans having knocked us out in their basement.

"Oh, don't be such a gloomy gus!" Mrs. Carrigan- one half of the pagan god couple- placed a curved branch of meadowsweet around my neck, "There! Don't they just look darling?"

"Good enough to eat!" Mr. Carrigan exclaimed, "Alrighty-roo, step number two."

I tried to turn my shoulders to see behind me, but to no avail.

"Sammy?" Dean called out, "Sammy!"

Sam started yelling, "D-Don't!" He cried out in pain and I jerked around, the only thing I could see was Sam's hair, then the glint of a knife caught my eye.

"Hey, what're you doing?!" I jerk against the ropes, "Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!"

"Hear how they talk to us? To gods?" He chuckles bitterly, "Listen pal, back in the day, we were worshiped by millions!"

He handed the bowl and an ornate silver dagger to his wife, who walked to the other side of the kitchen.

"Times have changed!" Dean growled.

"Tell me about it! All of the sudden, this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town. All of a sudden, our alters are being burned down and we're being hunted down like common monsters!" He ranted.

Mrs. Carrigan picked up his rant, "But did we say a peep? Oh, no, no, no, we did not! Two millennium. We kept a low profile. We got jobs, a mortgage. We- what was that word again, dear?"

"We assimilated." I could hear him crunching on something- candy, hopefully.

"Yeah, we assimilated! Why, we play bridge on Tuesdays and Friday. We're just like anybody else."

Dean scoffed, "You're not blending in as smooth as you think, lady."

She moved to stand in front of me, the bowl in one hand and the dagger in the other. She held the bowl under my arm and moved the dagger downwards, "This might pinch a bit, dear."

"Oh, you bitch!" I hissed, the cut on my forearm stinging like hell.

"Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar. Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? 'Fudge'."

"I'll try and remember that!" I spit, eying the dagger she waved in my face.

"You three have no idea how lucky you are. There was a time when kids came from miles around just to be sitting where you are."

"What do you think you're doing with those?" Sam's voice rose an octave higher than usual.

"You fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you!" Dean fumed.

I turned to look at either boys. Mrs. Carrigan was in front of Dean with the bowl and dagger, while Mr. Carrigan was in front of Sam with a pair of pliers.

"No, don't."

"Sam?" His scream drowned out my voice, "Sam!"

"Oh, we've got a winner!" Mr. Carrigan chuckled, waving the pliers in the air, which held a single fingernail. The couple goes behind me once again and I let my head fall forward, the wound on my arm causing an annoying amount of blood loss. I closed my eyes and let myself have a moment, the noise around me fading slightly.

"Well, let's see... Sweet peter!...The tooth!" His psychotic laugh catches my attention. My eyes snap open and I lean my head back, rolling my shoulders against the chair.

"Open wide... and say 'ahh'." I look over at Dean. Mr. Carrigan stood in front him, one hand holding Dean's jaw and the other holding the pliers to his mouth.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait-" I jerk against the ropes as the doorbell rings.

"Somebody gonna get that?" Dean asked, mumbling around the pliers as the bell rings again, "You should get that."

The couple sighs and set down whatever they're holding. They walk to the front door, closing the door between the kitchen and hallway. Once I heard the door open, I gathered as much energy as I could and yanked on my arms, the ropes loosened enough that I could slip out. I made quick work of untying my legs, shaking out my limbs to help the blood circulation.

"Max! Yes! C'mon, hurry!" Dean quietly cheered as I grabbed a knife from the counter and cut the ropes, moving to Sam next.

We moved to the dining room, waiting for the sound of the front door closing to make our move. Dean went around behind the Gods, slamming the hallway door closed just as Sam slammed the dining room door closed.

"What do we do now?! The evergreens stakes are in the basement!" Dean yelled, moving to take my spot beside Sam against the door. I glanced around the room before my eyes settled on the tree.

I look back at the boys, who are staring at me expectantly. I stared back at them, amazed at their ignorance, and pointed at the large, brightly lit Christmas tree.

The boys move a wooden hutch to keep the door closed as I knocked over the tree. We each broke a branch off, clearing them of ornaments. Just as we were about to take a fighting stance, we noticed the banging on the doors stopped.

Mr. Carrigan tackled Dean, falling to the floor across the room. Sam moved out from behind me as Mrs. Carrigan threw a punch, sending me back against the wall. Sam swung his branch, sending her back a few steps. She swung around and began to charge at him as I threw my weight forward, my branch plunging into her chest. Sam came up behind me, grabbing onto the branch to force it deeper into her chest.

Her husband yelled out for her, and I looked over to see Dean punch Mr. Carrigan, forcing him onto his back as Dean repeatedly stabbed the branch into his chest.

I took a step towards Dean as he stood up from his hunched over position and walked towards me, placing a gentle hand onto my forearm, which had mostly stopped bleeding by now.

"Merry Christmas, kids." He huffed out a laugh, looking over at his brother.

"We shouldn't get a big tree, huh?" I lean into Dean's side as he wraps an arm around my shoulders, "Too much of a mess." -—- I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, the fog over it and poor lighting making it hard to see much. I brushed out my hair, hoping to minimize the tangled curls as much as possible. I managed a loose braid before my arm began to ache too much, the bandage around it to help it heal constricting my movements.

I looked around the bathroom before realizing I had left my outfit on the bed, meaning I had to wear nothing but a towel out. I sighed as I tightened the small thing around my chest; it's not like Sam hadn't seen me almost naked before, having stitched me up after past hunts, but it was far more intimate since I didn't need any first-aid right now.

I cracked the door open before stepping out, the cool breeze hitting me like a sheet of ice. I shuddered as I moved to the bed, gathering my outfit in my arms. I stopped when I looked up and saw colored lights on a small tree. It was a small thing, only a few feet tall and barely had any foliage, but it was something. A 'merry christmas' banner hung on the wall beside it.

"Sam?" I asked, my voice ticking upwards in surprise.

"Hey!" He smiled at me, "You said no big tree, and this is all I could find last minute anyways."

"Oh, Sam, it's perfect!" I rushed over to him and threw my arms around him, his arms wrapping around my shoulders in return.

"I'm glad you like it. You should probably get dressed before Dean gets back, though." He chuckled as I stepped away, remembering my towel and discarding clothing on the bed.

I dressed quickly, excited at the thought of spending a true Christmas with the boys. I hadn't planned on wearing it, but I bought an outfit just incase- a black, long sleeve bodysuit, a red Santa skirt, and black thigh-high knitted socks.

When I left the bathroom again, Dean was just entering the room. His eyes lit up as he looked at the tree, Sam standing up from the couch to greet him.

"Hey! Get the beer?"

Dean smiles at Sam, "What's all this?"

"What's it look like? It's Christmas." Sam gestured to the banner, smiling in return.

I moved to stand beside Sam, Dean's smile widening a fraction at the sight of me before turning his attention back to his brother.

"What made you change your mind?"

The question hung in the air for a moment before Sam handed Dean a small plastic cup, "Here! Um, try the eggnog. Let me know if it needs some more kick."

He held out a bottle of vodka as Dean took a sip, shaking his head as he made a face, "No, we're good."

He tried to offer me some, but I shook my head 'no'. I'd never been a fan of eggnog.

"Well, uh, have a seat," Sam sat on the couch and waved for me to follow, so I sat beside him, "Let's do Christmas stuff or whatever."

Dean sat on the other edge of the couch, leaving a few inches of space between me and both brothers. I was used to being squished between them, as my five and a half foot stature didn't compare to their six foot.

Dean handed Sam and I two presents each, wrapped in brown paper bags.

"Merry Christmas, Sam, Max!"

Sam chuckled, "Where'd you get these?"

"Someplace special... The gas mart down the street."

Sam laughed harder, "Well, great minds think alike, Dean." He pulled a newspaper wrapped gift out from under the couch, handing Dean and I both two each.

"Oh, well, now I feel fancy!" I laughed, handing them both two gifts each, with special holiday wrapping paper.

We each opened our gifts, laughing and enjoying the festive feeling. Dean had gotten Sam two porn magazines and shaving cream, both of which he grudgingly appreciated. Sam had gotten Dean some oil for Baby and a candy bar, 'fuel for him and her' Dean joked.

I went a little beyond the gas mart, as I had been planning to give them gifts whether we celebrated or not. I gifted Sam an old lore book he'd been searching for and a new flannel, and gifted Dean some classic rock cassettes for Baby and a small cherry pie.

They had both seemingly gone behind the gas mart for me, too. Sam gifted me a new lore book and headphones, as my last ones mysteriously went missing, while Dean gifted me some new hair ties and hot chocolate, as my love for hot chocolate and disdain for coffee grew in the colder months.

Once we had said our thanks and settled in, Sam turned on the tv to let some football game play. I nursed a bottle of beer while they drank their spiked eggnog.

I pulled my legs underneath me as I started to feel the weight of the day sink in. I let my eyes fall closed as I curled into the body closest to me, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. The hair that tickled my forehead told me it was Sam I'd curled up to. His arm moved to rest on my shoulders, pulling me further into him.

I woke up a while later when I felt a weight on top of me. I blinked a few times as my vision blurred, my glasses set aside somewhere. I quickly noticed my surroundings and eased into the bed, Sam's back to me as he moved to the couch. I curled up under the blankets of our shared bed, exhaustion taking hold of me again.

#christmas #a very supernatural christmas #supernatural christmas #supernatural #supernatural fanfic #spn #spn fanfic #supernatural imagine #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester fanfic #sam winchester fanfic #fandomsalign writes

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critterchitters-closedcaptions · 5 months

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ohhhhh you guys dont know just how annoying i can be about supernatural characters once i get into it

"ohhh s8 was a character assassination for sam and they shouldve treated kevin better :(" WRONG. theyre both assholes and stupid!!!!!

it *wouldve* been a character assassination had they treated kevin better - any character theyre around for more than a couple days in-universe gets treated like utter shit, theres no way they wouldve known *how* to treat kevin better with how John raised them and how theyve lived since his death. dean treats him the same way his dad raised him - "tough love" and a get-er-done attitude, which is total shit behavior of him, but is ABSOLUTELY in character for dean, especially after getting back from purgatory (which was something he needed to completely unpack, but Did Not, because its dean. he doesn't talk about things he just Does Shit)

and sam in s8. he'd been all but begging for an excuse to get out of hunting, to get away from dean and to finally live a life he had snatched away from him, to finally settle down with someone he loves and just work through his issues without his brother there causing more (as dean tends to do). Sam never wanted the hunting life, and sure neither did Dean, but Sam was infinitely more willing to actually try to run and forget all the crap they grew up in. Sam craves safety and comfort, so when he hits that dog and finds a sweet lady whos kind of an ass but still ends up loving him in the end (i do have gripes with their relationship, but thats for another post thank you <3) OF COURSE he's gona give up the search for kevin! of course he's gona let his brother, who he assumes is dead and who he promised he wouldn't revive, stay dead!!

he thinks he can finally be happy, live a normal life and find comfort and peace in the order and familiarity that can bring. he's not the kind of person to pass that up. it is not a character assassination, its just a choice he makes that was probably the wrong one in the end, but its still a *choice* he made. people make stupid decisions all the time, and if characters didnt do the same they wouldnt be likeable (or, as unlikeable as sam and dean can be lmao)

frankly, if you ask me, deans behavior after getting back was entirely assholeish of him. he practically begged sam to, if he dies, let him stay dead. they promised each other they wouldnt revive each other or save each other - and DEAN is the one who breaks that promise so often because he cant imagine a life without his family, and sam resents him for it every single time. of course sam is gona let him stay dead, sam HATES when dean revives him, of course hes going to assume dean wouldnt want brought back since that's what he thought theyd agreed on! AND he wanted to stop hunting, thats the perfect set of circumstances!

he can grieve his brother and leave the hunting life, and then *move on*, find a family and be happy.

i personally kind of liked s8 minus my gripes about how sams relationship started and the issues i have with how pissy dean gets (he absolutely should get that pissed, its in character! i just dont like watching such intense arguments that much and dean gives me secondhand embarrassment lmaoooo)

anyway tldr i have feelings about this show and i WILL ramble about them thank you very much <3

#supernatural #supernatural sam and dean #supernatural ramble #<- will hopefully remeber to use this tag when i go off about them #theyre my blorbos your honour #'oh im a samgirl oh im a deangirl' WRONG im mentally ill about both of them

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Season 8, Episode 23: Sacrifice

Carry On!

The season is all about purity, isn't it?

I'm with you!

Jody!

Is this a blind date?

Oh, Jody...

The Winchesters

Same thing

It's a weight. That's familiar between those who carry it

Yeah, you're on a date with Crowley

Oh no

Jody!

Was that Baby Got Back?

Crowley. They said yes.

Fair

Hurry up, Dean

Nice

Touche

No.

Sorry, kiddo

Oh, Cas...

Right

Sexist, yet fair?

Pretty sure the term is tango, actually

Hearts and bows. There's always a theme

Baby needs a wash

Wow.

Put up, Crowley

Demons.

Fine print. You should know this

There we go

Gotta say, Sam's the lawyer

FBBC?

Have you really?

Smooth

Dean's pretty good at bull riding

Unfortunately, he's got plot armor

Yeah, I guess

Cas, no

How is Metatron better at human?

You're the one who's caused harm!

Probably not

Not with this one

Dean.

Dean, stop

Ouch!

Dean!

What happened to Penny Markle?

Stop doing that!

This is gonna end well

Because of your reputation

Why else? The Winchesters?

Yikes

Bow legs in full force today

He's right behind you

This is all gonna end horribly

Not just human blood

That's true

Does that mean it's working?

Dean.

Cas!

Cas, stop.

Whoa!

Kinky

Huh

Is he really pulling that?

Bow hunting. Fitting

Drag queen?

He always drinks on the job

Supernatural!

I think he's prepared for that

Yeah

Dean.

Love triangle

Dean. Honey. Do you need a moment?

Please stop

Whoa

Trap is broken, but he's still cuffed

That's not good for either of them

You too, Crowley

Cas, chill

Yeah...

The thing is, no demon actually wants to be stuck in Hell

You're only someone's king if they want you to be

Holy fire. Nice

Stop drop and roll!

Maybe

Whack

I can't look at his eye

Of course

Nope

What did you do?

This is making me laugh and I don't know why

You might do better with Dean

This is really funny

Oh, Crowley...

Okay

A lot of things, I'm sure

Great question

Metatron's been playing them

She's telling the truth this time

That's a horrible idea

They lost it

I think it started with you.

Of course

No, she's not

Dean's gonna be just in time

His hand is blurry

Oh no

It makes sense

Sam. You can't just-

Yikes

He's gonna drain his grace!

Cas isn't an angel anymore

That's not gonna happen

Let Dean be the logical one

Exactly!

No, Sam

Sam...

I mean, yes, but also no

Yes!

Dean has never left his brother

Sam always. Always comes first

Right here.

It's the same hand as the Lucifer wound

Oh, Sam

I love that they just left Crowley

Cas isn't available right now

Oh boy

Something big is happening

Holy crap

The angels are falling

It's... oddly beautiful

That's really not good

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 8 episode 23 #sacrifice

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one of those days

one of those days https://ift.tt/miBF5sc by dicklessthewonderclown Dean Winchester is not a morning person. Which is why, like every morning, Cas sets a steaming mug of coffee on the table next to Dean’s side of the bed, presses a soft kiss to his forehead as he drifts in and out of sleep, and whispers, “See you after work, my love.” Today is different. He can’t quite put his finger on it. Everything hurts. It’s that all-too-familiar, all-encompassing ache that sits deep inside his bones. Words: 1491, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Mentioned Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Married Castiel/Dean Winchester, Teacher Castiel (Supernatural), Mechanic Dean Winchester, Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts, Depressed Dean Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Needs a Hug, Dean Winchester Needs Castiel, Castiel Takes Care of Dean Winchester, Domestic, Domestic Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sad Dean Winchester, Caring Castiel (Supernatural), Protective Castiel (Supernatural), References to Paradise Lost (Milton), i just wanna talk about paradise lost apparently, no idea where that came from, also cas does pottery cause of course he does, oh look dean's projecting onto dean winchester instead of going to therapy again via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/Y2yQwAB May 19, 2023 at 11:07PM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'#Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

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...... I had a ask. I did really. But I can't remember it so now I'm just sipping my coffee staring into space like a badly written fanfic.

What would you change about Supernatural? (Yes Far the TV show)

I do like how you included “For the TV show” knowing full well that I could and would rant about mythology and the supernatural/paranormal for hours.

Power

In the earlier seasons, this made a lot of sense. There was an intrinsic fear the audience held for the characters. A “Oh no, what’s going to happen, will x survive?” but, over time the Brothers gained too much ‘power’. It wasn’t that they obtained really any special ability (although, that could very well be argued in certain seasons) but by the end of it they were just humans fighting against darkness encroaching upon others.

From a writing standpoint, there was a need to make the characters stronger I suppose, as soon as you introduce angels and Chuck, but really, each season tried to up the ante of what came before. - You Fought and Won against Azazel? Time to Introduce Lucifer - You Fought and Won against Lucifer? Time to introduce another bastard.

I mean really, what is the progression? Meg/Azazel > Azazel > Lilith x2 > Lucifer > Eve / Crowley (and Castiel somehow) > Leviathans and Politics > Crowley and Metatron > Abaddon > Mark of Cain or Rowena?> The Darkness/Amara > British Men of Letters/Lucifer (how are you still here didn't we deal with you already? Why are we bringing Lucifer back into plots) > Lucifer/Apocalypse World Michael > AW Michael > God himself.

It was similar, in my mind, how Buffy TVS goes up against her BBEG’s who do progressively get worse, but, not in the same way? The Master (simple, evil, background bad guy who is a genuine threat when he shows up those few times throughout the seasons w/ parallel world bullshit) > Spike/Drusilla (easy fight at anytime as they are just vampires tho they add plenty to the plot - then again, the two collectivelly killed 4(?) slayers) > The Mayor (who is of course evil, we love evil polititions in fantasy, right Dick Roman? At least Dick Roman didn't turn into a giant snake, he just... kinda ate people?>The Initiative-Adam (Shadowy government making a frankenstein killing machine that doesn't obey orders like they hoped) > Glory (we love gods of alternate hellwords being exiled to earth and somehow living the life of luxury) > Dark Willow + The Three Idiots of Geekdom (Willow was great actually and it caused a lot of things to go tits up - The trio, however, sucked but they did cause the dark Willow so ... shrug?) > The First Evil (which is great, supposedly end-of-times bad who you need to show power of friendship or something to combat and stuff, but it was also very downplayed)

But Back to SPN - the BBEG’s just get stronger and stronger and at some point there’s no fear or thrill in hunting them, and the Monster-of-the-week episodes as filler pose absolutely no threat to the brothers whereas when we were in season 1-3 the monster-of-the-week was terrifying and, well, followed a familiar script that worked.

So, keeping the brother’s at the same level as they were would be a change I’d make. Not in…. Like, ok, they get more confident in themselves because they are good hunters, definitely some of the best, but they surpass cocky and confident in their actions [which i blame writers irl but also John Winchester to make the characters actually work in this way - he makes them think this is the way they must act and they do type of deal].

The Apocalypse (Season 5)

Another change I’d probably do would be to separate the series into two different types. SPN could have ended at the end of Season 5. We lost Sam, but the Apocalypse is prevented. A good hero-arc, sacrifice, and well you get the bittersweet pain of knowing that this wouldn’t have happened if not for the first episode. It would finish perfectly, Dean must live with the knowledge that he brought his brother back into hunting, while Sam becomes a tragic hero making the ultimate sacrifice… Maybe I just like angst.

Season 6+ could very easily be a continuation, sure, but in more of a spin-off sense. Bringing back soulless Sam makes the sacrifice almost silly the previous season.

I do like the seasons as they are, but that’s just how my head is structuring a lot of it. I do like how the characters grew, the side characters getting introduced, the family background we slowly learn (how is it that all the campbells show up and no past winchesters do barring whats-his-name grandpa man? More american men of letters from history would be more interesting than whateverthefuck the british MoL were doing.)

Or hell, switch it around like a DW season and have new hunters replace people and its no longer Winchester Brothers but the entire community taking on more and more bad, instead of constantly upping the crisis you could see different places of the world rather than America/Canada/UK, you could see hunters in Russia or Japan or India. -- It wouldn’t have likely been a idea at the time of filming it, but that’s an interesting thought to be sure.

#supernatural #buffy the vampire slayer #dean winchester #sam winchester #big bad evil guy #apocalypse #chuck god #monster-of-the-week #analysis

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supernatural s7e4 defending your life (w. adam glass)

possessed car?? we did ghost truck i guess that's different enough. oh, no. ghost car. okay, the splat effects (and sound effects) on the titles - i have been itching to snark about. combining the splat of the ghost car victim and the titles is so goofy

okay. *argh* stop making me mad at you, dean. he was just railing into sam about not telling them about the hallucinations, but now he just lied to sam's face about jewel staite.

DEAN Some kind of ghost? DEAN With a license? License to kill. SAM Seriously?

why are they acting like that's weird. wasn't there a ghost truck that killed people episode already?? are they gonna talk about cassie???? (no)

SAM No. Just dirt. Could be "Christine"-like. DEAN Ugh. Even possessed cars can't do stairs. It's something spectral.

great minds

sam's hair, it's very fluffy and long and feathery, what's going on

DEAN I gave up AA for Lent. SAM We're not Catholic. DEAN Always with the details. AA gives me the jeebs. SAM Wow. Shocker.

so is this gonna be a very special episode where we acknowledge dean's alcoholism? (no)

DEAN Kind of makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk when he ran her over. SAM Yeah.

this episode has been full of weird pauses/moments focusing on reactions to things that may or may not have warranted the reaction that happened.

okay so i was like you know there's not a lot of pale red haired covered-in-freckles people in media, being a pale and covered-in-freckles person myself i do tend to notice, so i had to get a screenshot of the hands. my people's hands 😂 though his face does not look freckled in the same way but it's stupid hard to cover with makeup and still look vaguely skin-like... anyway. he's also been in altered carbon lol

altered carbon s1e4 force of evil - teach grant as jimmy desoto

what's going on with grumpy mcgrumperson dean. very special episode where dean learns people can actually grow and change? people like jewel staite and i dunno, sam?? (no)

DEAN Wow. I'd be so interested in that if I ate apples.

you really gonna have dean "pie's #1 fan" winchester say this?

DEAN I'm gonna check the bar. SAM To work or drink? DEAN I haven't decided.

i'm at the very special episode about alcoholism. i'm at the very special episode where dean tries to learn that people can change. i'm at the combination alcoholism and how people can change very special episode.

BARTENDER Love life or job? Two quick doubles, it's something. I'm Mia, by the way. DEAN Well, Mia, that is a complex question. I'm Dean, by the way.

lol. and plausible deniability

oh he's grumpy because he killed jewel when he told sam he wouldn't and that he trusted sam? because you should feel bad about the lying. and the not trusting.

BOBBY They identify the God Osiris. Real authoritarian type. He gets ahold of you, he's judge, jury, and executioner. Lore says that he can see directly into the human heart. He weighs the guilt. If he finds more than a feather's worth – boom, you're done.

weighing guilt, great. clear consciences all around.

DEAN It's been a while. But you owe yourself. It's nothing but a ground ball – you just got to put your mitt down. You are Dean Winchester. This is what you do.

hyping himself up for his hookup? kind of assumed that was still happening off camera.

aw, he's "sammy" in dean's phone

OSIRIS You and that waitress had quite a talk, huh? Get a couple drinks in you, and the guilt comes pouring out.

course it was too much of a real interaction to be anything other than a little plot device. this dude's voice/accent was very familiar, and aha.

the magicians s3e1 the tales of the seven keys - faran tahir as the great cock of the darkling woods

haha lawyer!sam what au fic is this

SAM Witness is being called without prior notice. DEAN Good one. SAM I saw that on "The Good Wife."

this is a weird episode. tone and message keeps bopping around.

SAM So why'd you start? To impress some loudmouth ass you just met... Or 'cause you wanted to be like your dad? JO Daddy issues. Definitely.

dean looking hurt/embarrassed about being called a loudmouth ass, hum. and same jo, same.

OSIRIS But were you or were you not happily out of the family racket until Dean showed back up in that gas guzzler? Ah-ah. The truth, now.

you know i like to talk about the money they have to spend to keep the impala fueled

OSIRIS But don't you think that your brother dragged you back into that catastrophic mess because he'd rather damn you with him than be alone?

okay but all that and dean i guess REALLY feels guilty about is killing jewel staite. not the torturing people in hell thing. or a million other things. so don't feel guilty that that's what made you guilty, dean -_- was inevitable

DEAN You were a kid. JO Not true. DEAN You and Sam. I just – you know, hunters are never kids. I never was. I didn't even stop to think about it. JO It's not your fault. It wasn't on you. DEAN No, but I didn't want to do it alone.

okay. no longer at the combination alcoholism and people can actually change very special episode. we're at the dean should not feel guilty for getting sam and jo into hunting very special episode? (eh?)

been a tick since their last scenic drink and chat date

SAM Look, I don't know what to tell you, Dean. I mean, I've spent a lot of time feeling pretty crappy – like, my whole life. DEAN What, you got a secret stash of happy pills? SAM Hell. SAM Look, I'm not saying it's logical. I just... you know, I feel like I did a lot of stuff I should have felt bad for, and then I paid a lot of dues and came out the other side, you know?

DEAN Well, I don't know whether to be, uh, jealous or weirded out. SAM You'll get used to it. I mean, I don't want to sound lame, but... I kind of feel good, Dean.

shut your mouth, sam, you know that's just asking for it. happiness is not allowed on this show. is this just denial though. foreshadowing something awful works all around

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x04 #adam glass #spnhiky #hiky #the magicians #faran tahir #amy pond #jewel staite #teach grant

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SPN Preferences: Who/What/When/Where

This is just a little origin story/background for the reader characters described in my preferences. For each character, I tend to keep the characterization for the reader pretty consistent from fic to fic, so I thought I’d give a little explanation as to my thought process. Each of these will include a ‘how they met’ bit and a ‘how they fell for each other’ bit. This isn’t super detailed, and I plan on doing a series and/or set of imagines for each character that’s in line with these preferences. As always, please let me know what you think.

This is a SFW preference for (implied female) reader with characters of the show Supernatural. This work does not contain smut, however it may contain mature language or themes, and as a rule my blog is only for those over the age of 18 (or the age of majority in your locale). As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

canon level violence

mentions of sex

crude language

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

Sam

You were electrocuted. At least, that’s what they told you when you came to in the emergency room. The migraines you thought were side effects from the estimated 10,000 mA shock you received continued to get worse despite treatment, and it wasn’t until your sleep became nothing but vivid dreams that you became suspicious of another cause. During one of your few good days, you were approached by a pair of extremely familiar men, claiming to be FBI. After saving you from a demon attack, they revealed that they were in fact hunters of the supernatural and that you weren’t struck by lightning. You were awakened, as a prophet of the Lord.

Scared and unsure in an underground bunker surrounded by three hot men was not the way you expected your life to go. Dean and Cas are busy dealing with their own shit, so it’s up to Sam to play welcoming committee. You unleash your inner nerd on the Men of Letters archive and library, catching up to basic hunter knowledge in just over a week, surpassing it soon after. There’s a lot of mutual pining over lore books and coffee. You mention wanting to go on a hunt, but Sam adamantly refuses, leading you to believe he must not believe in you or trust you. A few days of the cold shoulder treatment gets him to admit that he’s too worried about you, and that he cares for you more than he should.

Dean

Dean and Sam came to you for help on a case, something Dean really, really hated, because well, Dean hates witches. You didn’t take it personally, but you did insist on going with them, and a good thing too, considering you knew the head of the coven responsible for the killings. After getting caught by her and the rest of her demonic groupies, you nearly went nuclear trying to save Sam and Dean, which left you vulnerable when you finally returned home only to be kidnapped by a demon.

Sam and Dean saved you of course, and brought you back to the bunker to heal up. Over the next few weeks, you and Dean got to know each other pretty well, and you’d even call him a friend. You began to develop feelings, but Dean was still screwing other women and it wasn’t something you were really going to pursue. Eventually, you decided to leave. But when Dean showed up at your house, soaking wet (and in a white t-shirt no less) to ask you to come back, to come home with him, how could you refuse?

Cas

John Winchester was your father. Well, biological father, you only met the bastard three times. After your mom was taken from you as a kid and being tortured by angels as part of their backup plan for the Apocalypse, you honestly believed that being associated the Winchester family name brought nothing but pain and suffering. But then you met Sam and Dean in between hunts, and you finally had friends, finally had family.

Despite your absolute hatred for all the winged dickbags out there, when Sam and Dean asked if they could bring their angel friend Cas to your home, to your safe-place, you couldn’t say no. It took a long time to even be able to look at him, and even longer to start to like him a little bit. Cas showed you that not all angels are bad, and that you are still beautiful despite your scars. You and Cas finally got together after Sam engineered a romantic evening at the bunker for you two. But of course, Dean wasn’t exactly thrilled the next morning to learn that his best friend was banging his little sister.

Jack

You’d known the Winchesters and Cas since you were 15, when you ran into them on a demon case. They tried to keep you from going in, telling you you’d only get hurt and cuffing you to the handle of the Impala. Lucky for them, you had a lockpick kit on you and saved their asses at the last minute. Not that you let them off that easy, you nearly broke Dean’s nose for cuffing you and tore them all a new one about youth and gender biases.

You finally met Jack when you came to live in the bunker full-time. After a vicious hellhound attack left you hospitalized for nearly a month, Sam and Dean insisted you come stay with them. Little did you know you’d meet your best friend there. Cas had healed your body, but Jack helped you heal your soul. For a long time, you were the universal research monkey, preferring to stay in and do research for other hunters rather than go out and hunt, which is how you and Jack got close. Everyone but Jack knew about your little crush on him until you drunkenly confessed to him one night.

Gabriel

You met Gabriel out on a hunt. He just so happened to be wreaking havoc in the same town as the wraith you were hunting. He scoped you out at a pub, his attention really piquing when you slammed a man’s face into the bar after he drunkenly grabbed your ass. Of course, you didn’t know who he was at first, but you certainly noticed him trailing you on the way back to the motel. You pinned him to the wall near the ice machine, which is when he came clean, as a trickster, not Gabriel. He said he appreciated your spunk and left you his card before disappearing into thin air.

Over the next few years, you would call him in from time to time to use him as a resource on a case. The two of you had fun bantering back and forth, and he was always on good behavior with you. You started to doubt his identity as Loki, though, after seeing him do some things that were a little outside of a pagan god’s capabilities. It wasn’t until you brought him in on a case with the Winchesters that they revealed your friend was actually the archangel Gabriel. You continued to stay close, and when you got your own room in the bunker, he started hanging around more and more. One thing led to another, and you ended up in bed with the amber eyed archangel.

Lucifer

The Winchesters were on a quest to rehabilitate the devil. Crazy, but no more impossible than their usual endeavors. When you called them to help with a psychic-eating monster in your city who was targeting you next, they resolved they couldn’t leave him at the bunker without anyone else around to look after them. So they dragged him along, and found the only person on the planet who wasn’t easily riled by his antics. Going off to investigate, they left him at your house where you actually had a nice time with Satan himself. Neither of you were prepared for the kitsune to break into your home that night, but even with diminished grace, Lucifer saved you and killed it.

After that, Lucifer would drop by from time to time, popping in whenever it was convenient for him. He’d hang out, raid your fridge, and take over your TV, but you couldn’t be mad at him, not really. Sometimes you’d take him out, to the zoo, the botanical gardens, art galleries, a night club. You showed him what it meant to be human, to appreciate nature and life. And when his eyes finally opened to that, he realized he was in love with you.

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