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eisforeidolon · 10 months

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So I came across a meta post based on screenshots [X][X] of the list of book titles shown in 4x18 that Chuck published. There's a discrepancy where only 24 titles are given when there are 60 tv episodes across that span. Now not only did the meta author skip right past the possibility that since novels are generally longer than a tv show episode, books might generally cover multiple episodes? As well as the even more likely possibility that whoever was typing up the list for the props department got lazy?

The post directly jumped right into full on stan conspiracy-think of how this must be why all the fans in the SPNverse are Sam girls because Chuck purposefully omitted all of Dean's best episodes! Naturally this gets built on in the replies & comments, with even more conspiratorial leaps about how the writers were trying to make fans in-universe love Sam and think he was a hero because nobody does in the real world (snort) yadda yadda Chuck won theory is true yadda yadda D/C was silenced *sob* yadda yadda the story was writing itself without the permission of the writers writing it [crazy eyes].

My other glaring issue - aside from the obvious of what an absurdly biased load of batshit all of that is? I just do not understand why someone trying to suggest a genuinely legitimate theory about a show spanning fifteen years and many different writers? Wouldn't consider for a hot minute before running full tilt with an idea: Hey, this is one random-ass prop screen from one episode that Sam scrolls by fairly quick, does this actually line up with how much of the story we're shown the in-universe fans getting elsewhere? Spoiler: No.

Let's ignore that Chuck specifically mentions the ghost ship from Red Sky at Morning, which isn't on the list, in that very same episode. He could be getting visions of stories and not writing them - unlikely but possible. No, lets jump to Crowley using the books in Clip Show to track down and kill "everyone [Sam & Dean have] ever saved". He says he's able to do it because he has "his sources and a crack research team" as he's shown with a pile of Chuck's books as he's saying it [X]. It's unlikely he would have found Sarah from Provenance through another source besides the books, but theoretically possible.

What you can't use handwaves to set aside, though? Is that as the scene continues, he holds up a copy of what is clearly A Very Supernatural Christmas [X], which is not on the list. It's shown again as part of Metatron's library in Meta Fiction, along with Tall Tales [X], also not on the list. These are direct in-universe physical books shown onscreen. While we're at it, there are a couple of times fan characters make it clear in dialogue other episodes/books exist. In The Real Ghostbusters, Demian and Barnes walk by Sam and Dean playacting a scene directly from Hunted about John's last order regarding Sam. Same episode, Becky tells them about Crowley getting the Colt from Bela, specifically citing the title of Time is On My Side. Last one, in Fan Fiction, Marie immediately jumps to knowing what a tulpa is and says, "Well, in Hell House, Sam & Dean-". None of those three books are on that list. So that list is NOT a comprehensive one for all the published books in-universe.

Part of me really wants to go on an even more extended rant here about fixating on one blink-and-you'll-miss-it detail and imbuing it with six metric tons of meaning without even once seeming to consider if it's actually remotely significant or, y'know, put in with legitimate intention. Even if the meaning being projected isn't completely bonkers. Seeing this done over and over again by people latching myopically onto whatever random tidbit will let them jump to the conclusions they already want ... sigh. Like, this is not how you come up with a good theory, starting from an utterly rotten base!

#spn discussion #pedantic #bad meta #long post

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dailywincestspam · 1 year

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💚🧡Yes, hello. Hi. It’s me, sicko here, pointing out that wincest shippers are the origin of slash in Supernatural. We know they’re brothers. And we are legion.😌🧡💚

Also, love that Dean comes around on wincest shippers in 5x09 and in 10x05😌🧡💚

5x09 “The Real Ghostbusters” Written by: Eric Kripke and Nancy Weiner

DEMIAN You're wrong you know.

DEAN (Turning back) Sorry?

DEMIAN About Supernatural. No offense but I'm not sure you get what the stories about.

DEAN (Smirking) Is that so.

DEMIAN All right. In real life, he sells stereo equipment. I fix copiers. Our lives suck. But to be Sam and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world. To have a brother who would die for you. Well who wouldn't want that?

DEAN Maybe you got a point. You know, you two don't make a bad team yourselves. How do you know each other anyway?

BARNES Oh. Well, we met online. Supernatural chat room.

DEAN Oh. Well it must be nice to get out of your parent's basement. Make some friends.

DEMIAN We're more than friends.

He takes BARNES hand, they twine their fingers together.

DEMIAN We're partners.

BARNES drops his head onto DEMIAN's shoulder and they both grin at DEAN.

DEAN Oh. Wow. Ahem. Howdy partners.

BARNES Howdy.

(...)

EXTERIOR. CAR PARK

DEAN leans against the Impala, lost in thought. He smiles slightly.

SAM You ok?

DEAN Yeah, you know? I think I'm good.

[x] -source

10x05 “FanFiction” Written by: Robbie Thompson

DEAN : Why are they standing so close together ?

MARIE : Hum... Reasons.

DEAN : You know they're brothers, right ?

MARIE : Well, duh ! But... Subtext.

DEAN : Why don't you take some substeps back there, ladies ?

(Siobhan and Maggie look at Marie, confused, and awkwardly put some distance between them.)

(...)

DEAN : Alright, listen up, girls. Now, you're all here, because you love Supernatural.

ACTRESS!MARY : Actually, I was hoping we'd do Wicked.

DEAN : Yeah, that'd have been easier. I know I have expressed some differences of opinion, regarding this particular version of Supernatural. But tonight, it is all about Marie's vision. This is Marie's Supernatural. So, I want you to get out there, and I want you to stand as close as she wants you to,

Dean: and I want you to put as much sub and add text, as you possibly can. There is no other road. No other way. No day, but today.

[x] -source

#wincest #canon gencest #show quotes #4x18 #5x09 #10x05 #wincest humor #wincest + meme #sickos haha yes (2015)#wincest meta #valid op #it's true and you should say it 😌#but in this case i'm saying it #no shame we die like archaic wincest shippers #wincest shipper encouragement #spn the original wincest shipper

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steveyockey · 3 years

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Regarding how Supernatural sees and literally portrays its own fans: there are the cringy loser man (who also turn out to be gay which is of course even worse), the straight fetishizing women and the delusional queer fangirls. What I don't understand: where are the fans that Supernatural actually wants? The 'real' fans, the actual target group, so I suppose cool straight dude bros? They're never shown as fans of the show! Because how Supernatural portrays is, it's actually cringe to like Supernatural at all which is funnily just the show shitting on itself (and also true). Or what do you think?

I mean I think you hit the nail on the head, it’s cringe to like supernatural! specifically it’s cringe to like supernatural with a passion, which is funny because like, kripke’s original pitch mentions buffy, the x-files, star wars, properties with active fan communities who rooted for pairings and continue to write fic. it feels like those fans come with the territory! it’s genre fiction! but of course supernatural also came up at the perfect time for its writers to have a better awareness of their fan communities than most of the stuff that came before them, and, what’s more is they chose to do that. becky, demian, and barnes are all names of forum mods from back in the day. they’re mean-spirited caricatures, but they are also currency! in-text acknowledgment! that’s a powerful drug. how mad can you be that you’re getting made fun of for having no life outside a silly tv show that thinks you’re a loser when you’re now a character in that tv show!

it’s difficult to source who supernatural was technically supposed to be for, there’s no actual quote of kripke naming teenage white boys as his target audience, but I did dig up this bad boy from 2009 that suggests dawn ostroff (the cw’s president at the time) was not happy the property pitched as being for males ages 13-25 was instead attracting women 14-45. I mean, we know the first two seasons of supernatural were “the DVDs most requested by armed forces personnel in iraq and afghanistan,” so clearly on some level the “intended audience” was being reached, but it seems at least the perception on the inside was those poor boys were getting massively outflanked by women. there’s a couple levels to this. first of all, the show premiered on the wb. it’s not to say the network couldn’t attempt to attract new viewers (and this was probably part of the intent of the show), but teen soaps were in its dna. they had no way to STOP the women already tuning in for gilmore girls from keeping the tv on another hour. second, though the show is purportedly “about” topics that read as exclusive to men (cars, rock, violence), there’s an obvious appeal to people attracted to men in its casting choices and the way its shot. like jensen didn’t do that fucking titantic necklace ad because he’s the epitome of masculinity, he did it because he was an androgynous dicaprio-type cutie! sure, his look may have been aspirational to teenage boys wanting that same type of attention, but again, there’s no way to prevent women from getting it directly from the source! and for all the show claims to tell us about the single man tear stoicism of it all, dean cries like a little bitch. because he’s not the action hero, not at first! he’s a scared kid who was forced to grow up. and sam’s fucking dean from gilmore girls! he’s got the bangs and the goofy smile! these aren’t the guys the women watching wanted protecting them, they were guys they wanted to provide comfort. and the camera plays into it! as our good friend sheila o’malley puts it, jensen and jared “are objectified in a way usually reserved for female stars.” you can discuss this in terms of a male objectification fantasy, there’s a wonderful post out there equating the compromising positions sam and dean find themselves in on hunts to a sort of bodice-ripper erotic thrill in being taken control of, but that only provides more space for the comfort fantasy. and this is nothing to say of just being interested in the genre! that the attention of female fans is devalued and assumed to have less complexity than the relationship men have to their beloved works. which is CRAZY because lgbt fans and women in fandom are the entire reason supernatural even made it this far! yes, there are swaths of “regular” people at home who watched supernatural in a non-obsessive way, but they weren’t the reason the show saw a 27 percent increase in its audience over the ninth season. that’s passionate fans, and fan communities encouraging passionate fans of other things to join them. supernatural might not have explicitly wanted these fans, but they are the reason for its success at almost any stage of the show’s airing and, while they may have been creating fanwork outside the bounds of the text, their reasons for coming to the show were not invented. what gets me riled up about “fan fiction” is I enjoy 99% of it, the one thing I can’t stand being the suggestion that what the fans are doing is based on a reading of the show the text itself doesn’t support. the text supports it because YOU put it there! just like you put everything else there that already made the show appeal to people outside the “target” audience! all of which is to say. I don’t know who the fuck supernatural was meant for. I don’t really care except in the moments it illuminates something within the text for me or when this idea is wielded effectively in the “ring ring! eric!” type jabs on here. because the show had the audience it had! it didn’t have any other! it took all that fucking con money and continues to do so, I don’t think there’s any better metric than cold hard cash.

#honestlyhaunted #every day i say i will not do fandom studies. and then i do fandom studies. well #spn #answered #rereading this sheila piece before i post it and like wow. this woman makes me feel deeply normal #i understand i am ignoring something here and i am choosing to ignore it so if you send me an ask like 'also this' well. i'll ignore that

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headoverhiddles · 4 years

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Miscellaneous Smut Masterlist

Harvey Keitel

Harvey Keitel x Readers

Read Through

25th

Thelma and Louise: Hal Slocumb x Readers

Late Night

Reservoir Dogs: Mr. White x Readers

Milkshake Memories

Pulp Fiction: Winston Wolf x Readers

Back Seat

Steve Buscemi

Reservoir Dogs: Mr. Pink x Readers

House On Haunted Hill

Ghost World: Seymour x Readers

Fly Me To The Moon (Fluff)

5 PM Blues

John C McGinley

Scrubs: Dr. Perry Cox x Readers

Tough Love

Jealousy Is A Condition (Fluff)

The Curious Case Of Two Doctors In The Nighttime

How To Save A Life

Brad Pitt

Once Upon A Time... In Hollywood: Cliff Booth x Readers

Mr. Hollywood

Rob Zombie

Rob Zombie x Readers

Spookshow Baby

Rock Star Antics (Ft. Manson)

Rob Zombie Being Jealous With A Younger Girlfriend Would Include

Being Kinky With Rob Zombie Would Include

Spending Valentine’s Day With Rob Zombie Would Include

John 5

John Lowery x Readers

Werewolf Floaties

Christopher Lee

House Of The Long Shadows: Corrigan x Readers

Moving Shadows

Kurt Russel

The Christmas Chronicles: Santa Clause x Readers

Naughty List

Death Proof: Stuntman Mike x Readers

The Car

Robert De Niro

Dirty Grandpa: Dick Kelly x Readers

Get Dirty (ao3)

Goodfellas: Jimmy Conway x Readers

Dating Would Include

Him Being In Love Would Include

Comforting You Would Include

Joe Pesci

Goodfellas: Tommy Devito x Readers

Too Good To Be True

Demian Bichir

The Nun: Father Burke x Readers

Holy Ground

Deliverance - Part I

Deliverance - Part II

Lessons

Being Married Would Include

Aiden Gillen

Game of Thrones: Petyr Baelish x Readers

Imprisoned

Benedict Cumberbatch

MCU: Stephen Strange x Readers

Time (Fluff/Angst)

Rami Malek

Bohemian Rhapsody: Freddie Mercury x Readers

Killer Queens

John Malkovich

The New Pope: John Brannox x Readers

I Fiori Del Male

Tom Berenger

The Substitute: Shale x Readers

You Really Got Me

Platoon: Robert Barnes x Readers

Barnes Fighting Over You Would Include

Oscar Isaac

Big Ol Ao3 Collection Here Ya Go Have Fun

Rainn Wilson

The Office (US): Dwight Schrute x Readers

Women Are Like Wolves

Josh Gad

Murder On The Orient Express: Hector MacQueen x Readers

Compartment 6 (ao3)

Sophie Turner

Sophie Turner x Readers

Polaroid (Fluff)

The Emmys

Being Engaged Would Include

Rose McGowan

Scream: Tatum Riley

I Spit On Your Garage

Keira Knightley

Pirates Of The Caribbean: Elizabeth Swann x Readers

A Woman’s Scorn

Gemma Whelan

Game Of Thrones: Yara Greyjoy x Readers

Mereen

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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The Real Ghostbusters: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,027

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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“Well guys I guess we're out of time,” Chuck addressed the fans in the same conference room as before. “So, thank you for your incredibly probing and rigorous questions, and have a good night.”

“Chuck!” you hissed, rushing on stage.

Everyone stared at you as you grabbed the microphone so that whatever you were going to say couldn’t be heard by anyone else but him. Sam and Dean were gathering the hotel staff and getting salt to trap everyone in here while you go deal with the very real spirit—or four.

“There’s been a murder,” you whispered.

“What? Holy crap,” he gasped.

The audience heard him say that which caused murmurs in concern to erupt.

“You gotta keep everyone safe in here Chuck. This is life or death.”

“For how long?”

“I don’t know, but please do it. We’ll try and work fast, okay?” you asked.

Chuck looked at you in the eyes, and he just sighed in agreement.

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know. Just do it. For me,” you nodded, leaving his side.

Leaving the conference room, you noticed Sam and Dean escorting all the hotel staff inside.

“Buddy, I got work to do,” the manager sighed.

“You're gonna want to see this, trust me. It's gonna be a hell of a show,” Dean smiled.

Once everyone was inside, he began laying the salt down in front of the doors to prevent any kinds of spirits to enter.

“So, new theory. The three boys decided to play a little too hard, they kill Leticia’s son, so she, in turn, kills them and then herself,” you laid down the line.

“If that's true it means we've got three bloodthirsty brats in the building,” Sam sighed.

“Yeah and Leticia was the only one keeping them under control,” you added.

“Smooth move on our part.”

“Yeah, well we gotta get back to the cemetery, and torch the kids' bones,” Dean suggested.

“How? We're trapped, and we don't even have our guns! The ghosts are running this joint and they're only scared of one thing.”

“Exactly,” you and Dean said at the same time, your eyes lighting up.

Dean didn’t have to wait to be told this, he opened the door, grabbed the ghost actress, Lila, and closed it once more while you made sure the salt line was still intact.

“What the hell?” she asked, shrugging out of Dean’s grasp.

“You saw that boy in the library, we know you did. We need you to distract the other spirts in this building,” Dean said, getting right to the point.

“You want me to do what?”

“You're an actress. We just want you to act.”

“I work at Hooters in Toledo. No, you can forget it.”

“You’re with us, you’ll be safe. I promise,” you said. A hand dropped on your shoulder, and you turned to see the trio that were dressed like you.

“We wanna help,” Tasha nodded.

“Just give her the puppy dog thing okay?” Dean whispered to his brother before approaching the two men and woman. Leaving the actress’ side, you headed over to where Dean was. “Guys, no.”

“Why not?” Barnes asked.

“‘Cause this isn't make-believe.”

“Look, we know. We're not nuts. We're fucking terrified,” Tasha nodded.

“Yeah but if all these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something,” Barnes declared.

“Why?” Dean asked.

“Because that's what Sam, Dean, and Y/N would do.”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” the actress sighed.

“Okay, this is how it’s going to go,” you announced, gathering everyone’s attention. Sam and Dean let you take over since they trusted you to guide everyone to do their part. “Sam, Barnes, and Demian will get those doors open, go to the cemetery, and find the bones of the children. Burn them, okay? Tasha, Dean, Lila, and I will go into the library and distract them long enough for you to escape. It’s only a matter of you guys burning the bones before these ghosts kill everyone here, okay?”

“Break!” Barnes and Demian exclaimed as they rushed to the front door.

Sam sighed, but he followed them while you turned to Tasha and Lila.

“You’re going to great. Dean and I will be right there with you. Nothing is going to happen to you.

“Okay,” she whispered.

She entered the library hesitantly while you, Dean, and Tasha waited on the other side with iron pokers in your hands.

“I don't wanna do this,” Lila whimpered.

“We’re right here sweetheart, we’ve got your back. Trust me, this is going to work,” Dean encouraged her.

“Boys? Boys? Come here this instant,” Lila spoke, but nothing happened. She knew she had to give it her all if the ghosts were to come. “You come when I call you. You understand me?”

“Miss Gore?” one of the ghosts said, standing in front of her.

“You boys have been very naughty. Now you open the doors. Open the doors right now,” she said in a stern voice.

The ghosts flickered back, clearly worried and scared of her.

“Very naughty, you hear me? Naught, naughty, naughty,” she played the part.

However, at the last word, her phone started ringing and a hip-hop song began playing. Closing your yes, you sighed in frustration because you knew this was fucked. Tasha looked worried, but you held your hand up before walking in the room with Dean.

“Run,” he ordered.

Lila scrambled out of the room, and you were about to say the same thing to Tasha, but she looked like she wasn’t going anywhere. The three ghost boys raise their knives as they started to inch closer. Using their ghost powers, two of them threw Tasha and Dean into the walls. Dean lost his iron poker, and Tasha hit her head which knocked her right out. A ball of magic formed between your hands, and you threw it at the three little boys which was enough to distract them while you went to Tasha. Dean knew how to handle himself with ghosts, but Tasha could not if she woke up.

Sam rushed into the room at the last second, and he picked up the iron poker lying on the ground and swiped it through all three boys. Once they were gone, he helped his older brother off the floor while you got Tasha to wake up.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she nodded as she sat up.

Suddenly, Sam was thrown back into the far wall, and he lost the iron poker. All three ghost children appeared as they went to fight different people. Dean is pinned to the floor with the smallest of the boys, Sam was grabbed the by hair by the largest boy, and the middle boy came rushing over to you and Tasha. He had his knife out, and he grabbed Tasha’s hair to use it on her, but you stopped him.

Grabbing the boy’s arm, he counteracted the motion by letting go of Tasha’s hair and grabbing yours. Tasha couldn’t see it, but your eyes began to glow as you used your magic to keep the boy off you. He had a murderous glint in his eyes as he touched the tip of the blade to your scalp. Whatever Barnes and Demian were doing, they better do it fast. A split second later, all three boys went up in flames which meant the wannabe hunters did their jobs. Sighing, you leaned back to catch your breath.

All of this was a good enough distraction to keep you away from your headache, but it was back more than ever…

… and it fucking hurt.

Once the doors were able to open, emergency vehicles arrived to check out anyone that was hurt, and to take the German man’s body away. Dean was with Barnes and Demian, Sam was talking to Becky and Chuck, but you were with Tasha away from everyone else.

“Thank you for wanting to help with everything. Very brave of you,” you chuckled.

Tasha had her contacts out so they were her normal color, her jacket was wrapped around her waist, and her hair was in a ponytail.

“If it wasn’t for you, then I wouldn’t have done it. So, thank you,” she chuckled. “So, I never got your name.”

“Y/N. The real Y/N,” you admitted.

She stared at you but laughed because she didn’t believe you.

“Yeah, right,” she laughed, and you made sure she was looking at you before you did what you did.

Your eyes flashed bright blue, and that seemed to do the trick because she stopped laughing.

“See you around, Tasha,” you winked, leaving her side to walk to the car.

There wasn’t anyone around, and that gave you all the energy you needed to focus on the headache you still had. Flashes of Amara popped up in your head, and you mentally cursed at her to leave you the fuck alone. She was there to stay, and your breathing was picking up at how overwhelmed you were. It’s been a while since your last panic attack, but that didn’t mean they were gone.

“Leave me alone, please,” you whimpered as you started to pace the length of the car.

When you got to the tail of it, you turned only to see Amara standing there right in front of you. She was real, she was here, and she was coming to get you. Screaming, you backed away in fear as tears formed in your eyes. She reached out to you and grabbed your shoulders, but you screamed louder.

“Get away from me!” you yelled.

People started to stare at you from all around, but you blocked them out as best as you could. Blinking to let the tears out, you noticed when you opened your eyes, Amara was gone and Dean stood in her place.

“Y/N, it’s me. Calm down.”

“Dean?” you gasped in short breaths.

You were going crazy, and you really wanted this all to end. Dean knew there was only one way to calm you down when you were like this, and he pulled you in close. He wrapped his arms around your back, forcing your head to lay over his heart.

“Listen to my heartbeat, Y/N. Follow its beat,” he said in a calm voice.

The steady beat of his heart was loud in your ear, and it took everything in you to focus on it. Dean slowed his breathing down so that you could follow it, and when you got yourself semi-under control, you began crying in his arms.

“She’s everywhere, Dean. I see her in my dreams, I’m seeing her when I’m awake. I don’t know what she’s doing to me. I don’t know what to do,” you cried.

“Hey, listen to me,” he said, pulling away to look at you in the eyes. He wiped the tears on your cheeks in reminder to get you to stop crying. “I know it’s scary, okay? I wish there was something I could do to make it all go away. When we get out of this town, we’ll contact a witch or someone who can help get her out of your head. Maybe Cas can help. Maybe Gabriel. All I know is that I’m going to take care of you okay? You don’t need to be afraid when I’m around, okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffled, looking down in shame.

Dean knew you were going to be alright, so he kissed your forehead and brought you in for another hug.

“Hey! I got a lead on the Colt,” Sam announced as he approached the car. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you on the way. Where’s the Colt?”

“I’ll tell you on the way,” Sam said, getting into the front seat.

Dean muttered something to you before opening the back seat.

“Get some rest, okay?”

He shut the door once you were inside and climbed into the front seat. He turned the car on and peeled away from the hotel.

Chuck watched as Dean drove away, and he couldn’t help but give a solemn look.

“Oh, Amara, what are you doing to her?” he muttered to himself.

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winchestergifs · 9 months

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STACKEDextras ➙ There’s something different about you

5.9 The Real Ghostbusters Written by Eric Kripke & Nancy Weiner Directed by James L. Conway 6.8 All Dogs Go to Heaven Written by Adam Glass Directed by Phil Sgriccia 9.6 Heaven Can't Wait Written by Robert Berens Directed by Rob Spera 15.19 Inherit the Earth Written by Eugenie Ross-Leming & Brad Buckner Directed by John F. Showalter Original Air Dates: November 12, 2009, 2010, 2013 & 2020

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winchestergifs · 10 months

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STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 98/327

5.9 The Real Ghostbusters Written by Eric Kripke & Nancy Weiner Directed by James L. Conway Original Air Date: November 12, 2009

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winchestergifs · 1 year

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Queer Characters of SPN

14/30 ❥˚⁀➴ Demian & Barnes

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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The Real Ghostbusters: Part Three

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,274

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Feedback is the glue that holds my writing together.

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This case was taking a lot out of you, and you decided to sit on one of the couches with a glass of water in your hands. Your head is still throbbing with intense pain, and it’s not helping that Dean is pestering you about it while Sam paces on the phone nearby. Becky’s eyes were on Sam longingly, and Chuck was watching her admire the tall man. He seems to have a thing for her, but she’s clearly not interested in him. The couple are close enough to you but far enough to give you some space.

“Seriously, would you please tell me what’s wrong? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Dean sighed.

“Dean, please,” you whimpered quietly.

“What is going on?”

“It’s Amara!” you yelled, causing a few heads to turn to you including Chuck’s.

Lowering your voice enough to get the attention away from you, you looked at Dean in pain. Everyone went back to their own business, but Chuck’s eyes remained on you.

“It’s Amara, Dean. She’s in my head and she won’t leave. It’s like there is another person up there constantly bugging me and telling me shit. She’s telling me one thing, but the angels are telling me something different. She says she wants to get her family back, but Gabriel says that she’s evil and wants nothing but destruction. I don’t know who to listen to, and frankly, you asking me what’s wrong every five fucking minutes isn’t helping!”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“No,” you sighed, calming down just a bit. Actually, getting that out helped your headache some. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. It’s just overwhelming.”

“I’ll stop asking. You’ll tell me when you’re ready, okay? I’ll be here when you do. Deal?”

“Deal,” you nodded.

Shifting your gaze to Chuck and Becky, you caught his eye. He quickly looked away as if he was hiding something. Maybe he was, but you just didn’t have the energy to deal with it right now. Instead, Sam came back after getting off the phone to tell you two what he found out about Miss Gore and the kids she killed.

“Alright, so that was a guy with the County Historical Society. Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son.”

“Her son?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid.”

“Oh, that's it, I'm gonna deep fry this bitch extra crispy. Dude say where she was buried?”

“He doesn't know.”

“That’s great,” you said sarcastically.

“How’s your head doing?” Sam asked.

Before you had a chance to respond, you heard excited chatter from Tasha, Demian, and Barnes as they walked into the room.

“Check it out. There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there... cemetery,” Barnes said as he portrayed Sam.

“You think that's where Leticia's planted?” Tasha asked.

To go with her blue contacts, she had bracelets that lit up bright blue to symbolize your magic coming from your hands. It was weird to see how far people will go to get dressed up as a character… only you weren’t a character.

“It's worth a shot,” Barnes said. Getting up, you walked over to the trio with the brothers hot on your heels. You reached out to touch the map and only got a feel for it when Barnes yanked it away. “Hey, hey!”

“Hey, do you mind?” Demian asked, out of character.

“It’s real,” you said to the brothers. “A century old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds.”

“Where'd you get that?” Dean asked.

“It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity.”

“Yeah right. Gimme the map, Chuckles.”

“Yeah, well, you're the Chuckles, Chuckles. Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody,” Demian pulled back his jacket to reveal a plastic gun.

“Dean! Cool it!” Barnes played Sam.

Dean pulled out his own gun, his Taurus, to threaten the man. However, his brother stopped him before he could do something drastic.

“Dean!” Sam scoffed.

“What! They're fucking annoying.”

“Look, guys,” you took over to talk to the three people. “We just want to find the bones, okay? We all do. We should work together. It would go faster, you know?”

“Ahem. We... ah... we get the Sizzler gift card,” Barnes said after exchanging glances with his friends.

“Fine,” Dean rolled his eyes.

“And we get to be Sam, Dean, and Y/N,” Tasha pointed out.

“Fine,” you sighed.

“Yes,” Demian whispered to himself as the fake trio lead the group out of the hotel.

They were much faster at this because they were the ones who were most excited. Demian turned to look at you over his shoulder as they walked.

“Hey, Rufus, Bobby, and Ellen, would you hurry it up?”

“Are you alright?” Sam asked his brother who clearly didn’t like this.

“I’m trying to be.”

“So, where were we?” Barnes asked his partners.

“Right, got it. Ahem,” Barnes goes into character. “Why are we even here Dean? You just following dad's footsteps like a good little soldier? You that desperate for approval?”

“This isn't you talking Sam.”

“See that's the difference between you and me. I got a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic.”

“Sam, please stop it,” Tasha cried.

Okay, this was getting really old.

“So, what are ya going to do Sam? Are you going to kill me?” Demian asked.

“Man, I am so sick of you telling me what to do!” Barnes shouted.

“Alright, you know what? That's it. That is it!” Dean exploded, walking ahead of the group to take charge.

You were pissed too, but Dean was more so than everyone else.

“What's wrong Bobby?” Demian asked.

“I'm not Bobby, okay? You're not Sam. You're not Dean. You’re not Y/N. What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?” Dean shouted angrily.

“Because we're fans. Like you,” Barnes said in his normal voice.

“No. I am not a fan, okay. Not fans. In fact, I think that the Dean, Sam, and Y/N story sucks. It is not fun. It is not entertaining. It is a river of shit that would send most people howling to the nut house. So, you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean do you think they enjoy being treated like... like circus freaks?”

“Uh… I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters!” Demian pointed out.

“Oh, they care. Believe me. They care a lot,” Dean glared, storming off down the path leaving everyone to stare off after him.

Sighing, you followed him so that Sam could deal with the fans.

“Dean,” you said as you stopped him.

“Tell me this doesn’t bother you too!”

“It does, okay? And it’s making my headache worse, but we just need to find the bones and then we’re out of here. Don’t pay attention to them. Pay attention to me,” you said, putting your hands on his arms.

“Whatever,” he scoffed.

“That’s my big strong hunter,” you teased, linking your arm with his as you continued on down the path to the cemetery.

When you got to it, everyone started shining their lights on the different graves in the small cemetery. After looking around, you and Sam found Leticia’s grave and Dean found the four boys the legend talks about.

“I found the four boys.”

“Here’s Leticia Gore,” you pointed out.

Looking up, you noticed Barnes, Demian, and Tasha going off on their own, shining their flashlights in the bushes.

“Uh, what are you guys doing?” you asked.

“We're looking for bones genius. They gotta be around here somewhere,” Demian said.

“Okay. Generally, bones are in the ground,” you said, dropping the duffel bag you carried with you that had your shovels, kerosene, and salt in them.

“Yeah, I know that. I just,” he paused when you, Sam, and Dean took out shovels, and he dropped the act. “Wait, hold on. Are you guys serious?”

“Deadly,” Dean answered.

“We're not really digging up graves, you guys, we're just playing a game,” Tasha pointed out.

“Trust us, you want to win the game, right?” you asked as you started to dig up Leticia’s grave.

With the help of the brothers, you got to the coffin pretty quickly. Sam, Dean, Demian, Tasha, and Barnes were outside holding their flashlights inside the grave while you were inside the hole. Once you got to the coffin, you put your shovel down to open the coffin. As soon as you touched it, the wind started picking up. Opening the coffin, you coughed at the stench, but you got used to it pretty quickly. On the other hand, Tasha, Demian, and Barnes did not.

“That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a—that's a skeleton skeleton,” Demian gasped.

“You just dug up a real grave!” Tasha shouted.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“You guys are nuts.”

“I thought you guys wanted to be hunters!” Sam asked.

“Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real,” Demian freaked.

The fake trio started to walk away because they clearly didn’t want to do this.

“My God. You guys have seriously lost your grip on this—” Barnes stopped short when he saw who was right behind him.

“What?” Sam asked.

The spirit of Leticia was right behind him, and when Sam faced her, she growled angrily.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty!” Leticia backhands Sam across the cemetery, and the fake trio turns to run away.

Dean was about to go and help Sam when you jumped out of the grave.

“Dean, I got this! Burn the bones!” you yelled as you ran to help the fans.

Barnes tripped and fell, and Tasha and Demian turned back to help him. They got their friend up, but Leticia was standing right in front of them with a scowl.

“Oh my God!!” Demian screamed.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty!!” Leticia shouted, putting her hands in Demian and Barnes’ chest.

Tasha screamed as her best friends screamed in pain. Your hand started to glow bright blue, and you used your magic to rip one of the iron poles that was still attached to the gate. Using it as a baseball bat, you swung the iron through the spirit, and she disappeared before everyone’s eyes. Demian and Barnes took a shaky breath, and Tasha moved closer to them when the spirit reappeared behind the girl. Everyone turned just in time to see the spirit go up in flames as Dean salt and burned the bones.

“Real enough for you?” you panted, dropping the iron bar.

Sam and Dean joined your side to make sure you were okay, and you could only nod as the fans whimpered in fear.

Back at the bar inside the hotel room, Barnes, Demian, and Tasha downed the shots they ordered to try and make sense of all of this. You, Sam, and Dean sat across from them and just watched.

“That was... really...” Barnes stuttered.

“Awful, right? Which is why this round’s on us,” you nodded, slapping down some money on the table.

“Have fun, okay?” Sam asked as you and his brother got up to leave.

“Hey. How'd you know how to do all that?” Demian asked.

“We… uh... We read the books,” Sam thought of an excuse. Leaving the table, you approached Chuck who was talking with the convention manager.

“Hey Chuck. Good luck with the Supernatural books and fuck you,” Dean smiled sarcastically as the three of you walked away.

Approaching the front door, you grabbed the handles and pushed, but the doors wouldn’t budge. Pushing your body against the door, you found that they wouldn’t even budge, and upon further inspection, the locks weren’t even locked.

“That’s weird,” Sam commented.

“Definitely,” you nodded.

“I’ll check the other exits,” Dean declared as he left the group.

Both you and Sam went to the windows to try and get them open, but the same outcome occurred.

“Every exit's locked,” Dean announced when he rejoined the group. “Almost like something's keeping us in.”

“Yeah, this is bad,” Sam sighed.

“Gee, ya think Sammy?” Dean scoffed.

A woman’s scream came from one of the nearby rooms, and you took off running to the source of the fear. The actor who is supposed to be Leticia Gore in the game came running out of the room and into Dean’s arms.

“Don’t go in there!” she cried.

“Get downstairs okay? Go, go!” Dean urged.

Walking into the library, you noticed Leticia’s son cowering in the corner, holding his head. He was in a similar position in the attic, but you could clearly see the injury on his head.

“Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?” the spirit asked.

“Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How ‘bout some thanks,” Dean scoffed.

“Dean,” you whispered.

“Well, I'm just saying a little gratitude might be nice once in a while.”

“My mommy didn't do this to me.”

“What? Then who did?” Sam asked.

The boy just disappeared, leaving an ominous tension in the air.

“Weren’t there three boys who also died here?” you asked as you walked out of the room and into the hallway.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded.

You didn’t even make it one-fourth into the hallway when you heard the man with the German accent scream in terror. Picking up your legs, you rushed into another hallway where the man laid dead on the ground with the exact same wound on his head as Leticia’s son.

“I think getting rid of Leticia was a bad idea,” you sighed.

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After the conference was over, everyone shuffled into the main room to chat and have a good time until the event was supposed to start soon. Chuck and Becky were sitting at a table drinking cocktails in tall glasses with many straws and slices of lime. Seeing him sitting there with a smug smile on his face bothered you so much that you decided to talk to him about this. When he saw you coming, he grew worried about what you were going to do to him. Grabbing the front of his jacket, you pulled him close to you, but none of the threatening glares were there. They were all painful.

“What the fuck, Shurley,” you growled.

“Excuse us,” Dean smiled at Becky who only nodded. He turned to Chuck, and he removed your hand away from his jacket. “In case you haven't noticed, our plates are kind of full, okay? Finding the Colt, hunting the devil, you know the usual stuff. We don't have time for this shit.”

“Hey, I didn't call you!” Chuck defended himself.

Becky was giving Sam “come hither” looks, and he tried to ignore her advances.

“He means the books, Chuck. Why are you publishing more books?” Sam asked.

“Um... for food and shelter?”

“Who gave you the rights to our life story?” you asked, leaning in real close to try and intimidate him. You weren’t at your best, but he was clearly scared. “Because last time I checked, it wasn’t us.”

“An Archangel, and I didn't want it!”

“Well, deal's off, okay? No more books. Our lives are not for sale.”

“Becky, would you excuse us for a moment?” Chuck asked his number one fan who could only nod quickly and excitedly.

“Uh-huh!” Chuck lead you three into the hallway where there were much less people to overhear your conversation.

“Do you guys know what I do for a living?” the writer asked.

“Yeah, Chuck, we know,” you sighed, holding two fingers to your temples.

“Then could you tell me? Cause I don't, alright? I'm not a good writer. I've got no marketable skills. I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, okay? Until the world ends, I gotta live, alright? The Supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?”

No one had time to answer because a woman screamed from the second floor, and you three wasted no time rushing up the stairs to see if she was okay. Chuck reached out to grab you to stop you, but he couldn’t get a grasp.

“No, guys, wait!”

Running up the stairs, you saw a man crouched in the corner of the hallway over a woman who seemed to have fainted. Thinking this was real, you leaned over the woman dressed in a maid’s outfit and helped her to her feet.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“I think so.”

“What happened?”

“I saw a ghost,” she shivered.

A group of people dressed as you, Sam, and Dean gathered behind you. The skinny guy from the conference, and the larger man that greeted Dean when he first walked in were right in the front. This time, they had a woman with them who looked just like you.

“A ghost? Could you tell us what it looked like?” the tall skinny guy said in a fake deep voice.

“Why don't you leave this to the grownups pal,” Dean shrugged him off.

“A woman. She was in an old-fashioned dress. Really old. Like a school marm, or something?” the maid explained.

“Did she say something to you?” the woman who looked like you said.

“Okay,” the maid grinned, raising her voice so that everyone could hear her, “gather close everybody, for a terrifying tale of terror. I saw, a ghost!”

“For fucks sake,” you sighed, walking away from the group when you figured out this wasn’t real at all.

Dean watched you go off to a secluded area where there wasn’t anyone around, and he grew worried for your emotional state.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked when he approached you.

Sam followed behind him. Looking up, you noticed a woman standing on the far end of the hallway just staring at you. She looked exactly like Amara, but Chuck never wrote her in so why would anyone dress like her? Then, you realized it was her, and you were just seeing what she wanted you to see. Blinking, she disappeared in a split second, and you sighed deeply.

“No, I’m not.”

“Oooo, the LARPing's started!” Becky interrupted with a screech.

Dean wanted to know more, but he could tell you weren’t up to talk about it.

“The... what is that again?” he asked.

“Live Action Role Playing? It's a game. The convention puts it on,” she said, handing Sam a piece of paper. He opened it and began to read it out loud.

“Dad's Journal. Dear Sam, Dean, and Y/N, this hotel is haunted. You must hunt down the ghost. Interview witnesses, discover clues, and find the bones. First team to do so wins a $50 gift card to Sizzler. Love Dad.”

“You guys are soooo gunna win,” Becky grinned.

“Yay, can’t wait,” you sighed.

All the people who were participating in this game were gathering around the fake manager who was hired to play the role. They were all wearing suits with fake-fake FBI badges as they gathered the clues.

“Well yes Agents Lennon and McCartney, as manager of this fine establishment I can assure you that it is indeed haunted. This building was once an orphanage, run by mean old Leticia Gore. 100 years ago, this very night, Miss Gore went insane, and butchered four little boys before killing herself. Now folks say that the souls of those poor little boys are trapped here and the evil spirit of Miss Gore punishes them to this very day.”

“Well that's just about all the community theatre I can take,” Dean shivered.

“Yeah, this cannot get any weirder,” Sam agreed.

The tall skinny guy, the larger guy, and the woman all began passing by you three as they spoke.

“Barnes, we have to stay in character. You’re ruining it,” the larger guy said to the tall man.

“He’s right. We need to win this,” the woman nodded.

“Tasha is right. I’m sorry, Demian,” Barnes apologized to the larger man and Tasha.

He got into character before Demian spoke in a much lower voice.

“Dad said... he said I may have to kill you.”

“Kill me? What the hell does that mean?” Barnes asked, in character.

“I have no idea what the hell is going on or what I’m supposed to think of it,” Tasha sighed, in character of, well, you.

“How could you two not have told me this?” Barnes asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

They trio walked off so you couldn’t hear what their answer was, but you had a guess on what it could be. After all, you lived through it.

“I need a drink,” you, Sam, and Dean said at the exact same time.

Without waiting for them, you walked to the bar, took a seat, and ordered the strongest whiskey they had. Sam and Dean joined you, and Dean ordered shots and Sam just had a beer.

“Want to tell us what’s wrong?” Dean asked when he saw you downing the whole glass of whiskey when it was only meant to be sipped.

The alcohol helped your headache just a little bit, but not by much. This was a magical headache, so there wasn’t really any cure for it. Maybe you just had to let it pass or sleep so you can dream it away. Ignoring Dean’s comment, you ordered another round when Sam hasn’t even touched his beer. Dean drank his shots, but he decided it was enough for him.

“Come on, sweetheart. We want to try and help you.”

“You look like you’re in a lot of pain,” Sam commented.

“For the last time, I'm not making this up, okay? She's upstairs, a real live dead ghost,” a man playing the game panicked to his friend.

That caught your attention, and to try and shift your focus off the headache, you got up and decided to investigate what this man was trying to say.

“This is frustrating,” Dean groaned.

“Now you know how I feel when you do it,” Sam muttered.

Both brothers got up and followed your lead.

“I'm sure it was just one of the ghost actors,” the guy’s friend shrugged it off.

“Who beat the hell out of me and then vanished?”

“You saw something?” you asked.

“This isn't part of the game jerk,” he scoffed, turning back to his friend. “Look, I'm getting out of here and you should do the same.”

“Alex, wait. Hey, come back!” his friend urged when Alex stormed off.

“What do you think?” Sam asked.

“I don't think that guy's a good enough an actor to be acting,” you sighed, leaving their side to approach the real manager of the place.

Maybe he might be able to tell you something that the game wouldn’t. As you passed by the fake hotel manager, he was giving off the same speech you heard the first time. Ignoring him, you walked to the front desk where the real manager was.

“Excuse us, mind if we ask you a few questions?”

“Look, I don't have time to play Star Wars guys. Go ask the guy in the ascot,” he rolled his eyes. Reaching into your wallet, you produced a $50 bill and slid it across the desk.

“Actually, we really want to talk to you.”

“Okay. You guys are really into this,” the manager nodded, but accepted the money.

“You have no idea,” Sam chuckled.

“What do you want to know?”

“All this stuff they're saying about this place being haunted and Leticia Gore. Any truth to it?”

“We generally don't like to publicize this to... normal people... but yeah. In 1909, this place was called 'Gore Orphanage'. Miss Gore killed four boys with a butcher’s knife, then offed herself.”

“And is tonight really her anniversary?” Dean wondered.

“Yep, guess your convention folks want authenticity.”

“There been any sightings?”

“Yep, over the years. A few maids have quit saying they heard the boys or saw them. A janitor even saw Miss Gore once.”

“Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?” you asked.

“Look, I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds,” he groaned. Taking another $50 bill, you slid it to the man which seemed to influence him enough. He grabbed the money and leaned in so that no one else could hear him. “The attic.”

“You’re a good man,” you smiled tightly, leaving the counter.

Sam and Dean followed you, but neither of you noticed Barnes, Demian, and Tasha listening from behind. The hotel has three floors, so it didn’t take long to get to the attic which was covered in dust and spiderwebs. Sam had the EMF and a flashlight out, Dean has his flashlight out, and you illuminated your way with your magic. As soon as you entered the attic through the crawl space, the EMF started going off like crazy.

“The EMF's going nuts.”

“Great. We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes and gals pretending to be us poking at it,” Dean sighed.

“No way this ends well,” you muttered.

“Yeah well serves them right.”

“Dean…”

“I'm just saying,” he shrugged, continuing his search.

The light reached every nook and cranny the attic has to offer, but you weren’t finding anything that might tell you what was going on.

“My mommy loves me,” a young child said. Turning around, you noticed a really small boy about the age of six or seven crouching in the corner of the room, his hands holding his head. Sam and Dean approached your side to look at the little boy. “I said my mommy loves me.”

“I’m sure she does.”

“My mommy loves me this much!” the little boy removed his hands, revealing he has been partially scalped, then disappears much like spirits do.

“How many children are there?”

“The manager said four,” Sam answered you.

“Okay, one down, three to go.”

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