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— SWORDS, DRAGONS, AND DIET COKE

SUMMARY : Halloween dressed as the Scooby gang… her dressed as Daphne… things can only go right from there.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : castiel, charlie bradbury, joan carlisle (ofc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), oral sex, unprotected sex (barf), fingering, p in v, pussy spanking, violence, anger issues, implied trauma 👍🏻, ghost possession

WORD COUNT : 4.7k

A/N : the devil wears prada song title. also, how come women look hot when they cosplay male characters, but men don’t look hot when they cosplay female characters??? EXPLAIN! SOMEONE, PLEASE!!! Or change my mind ;) XXXXXX

“So we all agree that we look ridiculous?” Y/n asked with a smile as they stepped into the loud and crowded frat house.

“Cas and I, do,” Dean leaned down to say close to her ear. “You, Charlie, and Joan, don’t.” He circled his arm around her waist, fingers trailing across her jawline to turn her face towards his. He gave her a sweet kiss and moved her dyed hair over her shoulder.

She returned the kiss with a smile, turning her body to face him fully as he slid his hand down from the back of her shoulder to her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck, opening her mouth to slip her tongue into his mouth. He squeezed the supple flesh of her ass and she moaned, threading her fingers through his soft hair.

“Alright, Fred and Daphne, we get it: you’re in love,” Joan giggled, taking Y/n’s waist to pull her away from Dean.

“That’s fine,” Dean shrugged playfully, letting his girlfriend go while he tugged at the ascot around his neck, “we’ve got a mystery to solve.” Charlie snorted and gave Dean a hard smack across his back that only made him pout.

“Well, technically, yes,” Joan laughed. “Listen, I don’t know if the ghost will come out tonight or not. But I’m glad you guys are here,” she smiled at the group and squeezed Y/n’s waist before letting her go. “Obviously, there’s been sightings in the basement, boring, but sometimes it’s appeared on the second floor, or the attic,” Joan explained, fixing her glasses on her nose.

“Woah, Miss Carlisle,” two guys passed by wolf-whistled and looked at Joan disrespectfully, eyes trailing over long orange socks against dark skin, a tiny pleated skirt, and a tight ribbed turtleneck—also in a shade of orange. They only glanced at her face to smirk smugly as if her deadpan expression meant they won.

“Douchebags,” Dean grunted, glaring at the arrogant boys.

“So, how should we split up?” Charlie grinned, trying to remove their focus from the immature men. They all looked back at her, became relaxed, then looked towards Dean and Y/n.

“Well, I could check out the second floor and Dean can check the attic,” she suggested, to which Dean chewed his lip and nodded in agreement.

“Naturally, Shaggy and Scoob stick together, so, uh, Charlie and Cas, you two take the basement,” Dean smiled boyishly at the two, and Cas rolled his eyes, sighing. Charlie laughed and punched Cas’ shoulder gently, causing Cas to smile slightly.

“Right, I’ll stay here, then,” Joan smiled, then gave her old friend, Y/n a slap on the ass. Y/n giggled, and rubbed the spot, hardly feeling a sting.

“We’ll meet here again after?” Cas asked, they all nodded in agreement, then both Charlie and Cas started making their way through the house to get downstairs. Cas tugged at the neck of the costume with a deep frown.

Dean reached out for Y/n’s elbow and slid his fingers down her arm to hold her hand. Joan stopped her, giving her a half-hug before Dean could drag her away to do their job. “Hey, let’s catch up later, you look so happy now, and also, your boyfriend’s hot,” Joan laughed softly, giving her friend a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Sure, Jay, maybe once the case is done we can all hang out,” she smiled, hugging her friend back. “It’s sort of our thing to go to the local bars. That sound good?” Joan nodded, squealing excitedly, and stepped away.

Dean smiled at Joan then tugged Y/n towards him—her quiet laughter making him warm. She smiled up at him and let him place his arm over her shoulders to kiss the top of her head. Y/n circled his waist with her arm and clenched the side of his white long-sleeved shirt as they walked upstairs.

Students drank along the stairs, talking, and laughing with their friends. Properly having fun. There were two friends dressed as Arthur and Merlin, which was cute, and Dean started with interest at the sword sheathed into the leather belt around his hips.

“I’m kinda hungry, is that weird?” Dean pouted, releasing her so she could walk up the stairs without complications. Their fingertips still touched, their forefingers hooked together, and back he went to holding her once they got to the top of the stairs.

“Not really, it’s cute,” she smiled, then shivered, either a ghost or the wintry breeze that chilled houses. “Maybe we can find food or snacks here,” she suggested, pulling him close to absorb his heat before he left her to check out the attic.

“You should’ve brought a jacket,” he scolded gently, then playfully squeezed her breast. “I’ll try to keep you warm while you walk me to the attic,” he told her playfully. She smiled and rolled her eyes, then pushed him into the nearest wall. Dean smirked at her, and dropped his hand from her chest, but she grabbed both his wrists to place his hands over both breasts.

“A jacket will ruin my costume, I look great,” she argued jokingly, pressing herself against him. Dean lowered his hands a little, enough to cup the bottom over her breasts while he brushed his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. No bra beneath the soft, violet dress she wore.

“Yeah, you… look super hot as Daphne,” Dean breathed out, licking his bottom lip before biting it. “Fuck…” he muttered, his head thumping against the wall when he tipped it back, dropping his hands from her breast to hold her hips.

“Let’s get this case over with,” she smiled, pushing against his chest to step away. He whined, digging his fingers hard into her hips to bring her back in, and dropped a kiss to her glossed, pink lips—staining his own.

“Okay, I’ll, uh, leave now,” Dean smiled, and licked his mouth to taste her gloss. She laughed softly and shook her head, fixing the ascot around his neck by placing it back beneath the sky blue polo shirt. “Yummy lip stuff, by the way,” he teased, reaching down to tug her dress down as it crinkled slightly at her hips.

“Lip stuff,” she repeated with a cute cackle, appreciative of the way he distractedly fixed her dress. “I love you—a lot,” she sighed happily, patting his now-flushed cheeks.

“Me, uh,” Dean stuttered, “I love you, too. A lot,” he added, watching her smirk and slowly walk away from him. She waved at him and turned around to start knocking on doors.

“If you’re an FBI agent, how come you’re dressed like Daphne?” She pushed past the irritating guy dressed as Tarzan, ignoring him as she looked around the room that he shared with a friend. “And how come you’re not arresting us? We’re doing drugs and drinking, not all of us are twenty-one,” he told her.

She could feel him behind her, and she rolled her eyes, squatting down carefully to not reveal anything as she searched for anything suspicious, pulling out the EMF detector from her small purse.

“You’ve never heard of undercover then?” She asked sarcastically, getting up to search the rest of his room. According to him, it suddenly gets colder than usual, he hears weird sounds, he’s heard voices—the typical signs of a haunting. “And the focus on the case isn’t underage drinking or drug usage, it’s… there’s a killer,” she hesitated to share information, but he’s attached himself to her—well, much like this irritating ghost has attached itself to this frat house.

“Wow, that’s dope,” he burped drunkenly, which irritated her more.

“I don’t know if I'd call my friends dying dope, but, whatever,” she muttered, hiding the EMF detector as she turned towards the closet.

“You’re hot, smart, and badass, like actual Daphne. T-that’s why you’re dressed like her, right?” He asked, hiccuping before taking another—large—gulp of alcohol, straight from the bottle.

“You shouldn’t drink too much, it’s going to be awful in the morning,” she warned, avoiding his question as she went into the bathroom. She heard him follow, and sighed, putting the EMF detector away into her purse once more.

“Aw, so you do care about me,” he smiled lopsidedly, cheeks flushed with drunkenness. She smiled sarcastically, then glared at him. “I kinda like older women, ya know?” She blinked at him in bewilderment, watching him stumble towards her, but she backed up rather than helped out. “That’s why I let you in an-and said yes to… everything you asked me,” he grinned, setting the alcohol down on the counter, but it slipped and shattered on the floor. “Whoops.” She narrowed her eyes at him, and scoffed, her jaw clenching angrily. She stomped out while he became distracted by the loss of his spirits.

“Woah, hey,” he jogged towards her, taking her arm. She pulled away from him, anger burning bright in her chest. “We haven’t even-”

“Get lost, kid, I’m not interested,” she interrupted him.

“I’m not a kid, I’m turning twenty one this semester,” he told her smugly, reaching out to brush her hair much like Dean had earlier, except this time she didn’t like it. Immaturely, she pushed it forward again, and rolled her eyes. “Come on, Tarzan needs Jane,” he tried flirtatiously, but she turned around, and swung the door open, ready to leave.

“Well, good thing I’m Daphne and I’ve already got Fred,” she spat, leaving him in the room alone, “I’m gonna get to work now, kid.”

“All the pretty girls lie about having boyfriends,” he slurred, leaning against the doorway. She grimaced at his words, she didn’t think he could make her cringe more than she already was. Maybe someone could make her vomit without being physically nauseating? That would be impressive.

“Maybe take a hint and leave women alone,” she told him, but fished for her phone in her purse to call Dean. Still, Tarzan rolled his eyes at her, and boredly watched her put her phone to her ear. It rang halfway when Dean answered with a gruff, ‘sweetheart’ that made her insides warm and delighted. “Hi, babe, I’m upstairs and Tarzan here doesn’t know what ‘no’ means. Please, come save him, I love you.”

She didn’t hang up when she heard wood break, and Dean swore, “son of a bitch.” She was about to ask if he was okay, when Tarzan grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, her palms landing on his sweaty, flushed, somewhat hairy chest.

“Gross, let me-”

“Uh, what?” Dean asked, then she heard his boots, and more thumping as she struggled to get out of Tarzan’s rough hold. “Babe, okay, I’ll be there, love you,” he said quickly, but he also didn’t hang up. She knew he probably had his phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder.

“Save me?” Tarzan laughed, spinning her so she’d enter his room once more. She got angrier the more he manhandled her.

“Yeah, you gonna back off? My boyfriend’s on his way, and you’re drunk, don’t do something stupid,” she tried to deescalate without violence.

“You were looking at me and you smiled,” he reasoned, lamley. She looked up at him in disbelief, his irritating icy ice and dirty blonde hair, pimples placed here and there.

“I.. What? That means you have a free pass into my pants now, regardless of what I say? Wow, I forgot guys like you were real. At least I won’t regret this,” she snarled, slamming his nose with her forehead.

Finally, he loosened his grip on her, and she stumbled back, rubbing her forehead. It definitely hurt him more than it hurt her. He shouted a loud ‘fuck’ and held his nose as it bled, warm, thick red dripping between his fingers.

When he started toward her, her eyes widened, and she grimaced at the thought of his blood getting anywhere near her. “No,” she warned him, as if he were a child.

She quickly moved around him and kicked him, white ankle boots striking his lower back, causing him to trip forward through the door. She heard gasps, but she stepped closer to him, her heart beating fast, but her mind, bread, and movements remained serene. He turned over into his back, looked around at all the people dressed up and watching, too drunk to even think properly.

Finally, there was that cold chill. She became distracted by the visible puff of white air passing from between her lips, but when he tried to kick her, she jumped back before he could succeed, chuckling darkly. When he gave up, she got down anyway, and straddled his lap punching him once, or twice, or more than that.

She stopped only when she felt warm fingers around her wrist after who knows how long. A mouthwatering, unsavoury saltiness in her mouth made her splutter. She unclenched her fist, whining at the pain she felt when she stretched her fingers out.

She looked up and saw Dean’s worried face. He simpered when he saw her, wiped her mouth carefully of salt as she blinked up at him. He helped her up, when she tried to do it alone, and she finally looked around, confused. Joan was helping Tarzan up, Cas and Charlie were telling people to get out of the second floor.

“Hey, how ya feelin’, baby?” Dean asked, pulling her attention away from the people dressed up in silly clothes. He held her face gently, wiping remnants of salt from her mouth that she now began to taste strongly. She pulled away from him and ran to the bathroom to spit out the tiny, unpleasant grains, her face pulled up in distaste.

She rinsed it out of her mouth with water from the sink and saw the blood flowing from her hand. Dean appeared once more, took her hand out from the running water, and guided her back into the room, to sit her down on the nearest desk.

“Tell me you’re okay,” he whispered, brushing his thumb gently over her forehead.

“I’m fine, just… confused,” she reassured him with a weak smile, taking his hand away to kiss his knuckles with wet lips. “Also that much salt is gross, we should stop shoving salt up people’s mouths,” she added with a laugh. He chuckled, too, and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“I’m gonna find some stuff to clean your hand, uh, I’ll be quick,” he told her, waiting until she nodded. Still, he was worried, so he hesitated to remove himself from her presence. “Want me to stay? I can call Cas up-”

“It’s fine, I like it when you take care of me,” she smiled at him, and mimicked the tip-of-the-nose kiss he gave to her. Dean hummed in amusement and nodded, whispering a little ‘ok’ before heading into the bathroom to search for the first-aid kit.

She held her head with her slightly-more-okay hand, realising just how painful that headbutt actually was now that the adrenaline died down. And her hands, they hurt so bad. They were covered in what was now dried blood and she frowned, Cas was gonna have to heal that later. When she was finally relaxed and able to breathe.

She talked herself down in her mind. Whatever she did was not her fault. She was obviously possessed and while she was furious because of his behaviour, she would have left as soon as he was on the floor. Sure, the intention was there, but who knows what state she left Tarzan in. As horrible and irritating as he was, she wasn’t like him. How stupid of her to feel bad.

“Babe,” Dean called softly and she averted her abstracted gaze back to him. “Hey, take this,” he offered, a pill and a water bottle in his hand. She didn’t even notice him.

“Thanks,” she murmured, but he pushed the pill into her mouth goodnaturedly, which made her chuckle. She took the bottle when he handed it to her, and watched him lovingly take her other hand to inspect it, before focusing on her face once more.

She downed half the bottle and panted, pleased with the cool liquid travelling down her insides. He lifted his other hand up to her face and gently pressed a finger against her forehead.

“Headbutt?” Dean asked with a smile, she nodded, and watched him take an alcohol wipe out from its square package. He gently cleaned her slightly-bruised forehead, and despite knowing it was making it unsanitary again, he blew air against her forehead to get it dry faster. Her eyes shut instantly, and she laughed, then felt his lips push against the same spot.

“Mm, feels a lot better now,” she hummed, leaning against his lingering mouth.

“Yeah, I bet,” he mumbled against her forehead with a grin. Dean pulled away and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before tending to her hands quietly.

He gave her time to process, he didn’t push for answers with a dozen questions, he didn’t bring up the case. Instead, he made her laugh, and he kissed her sweetly, and he caressed her tenderly. Even after he was finished, he threw everything out, made sure she knew he was there, that she was safe.

He sat with her and held her.

“Well, I think I know what brings the ghost out,” she started, playing with his sleeves.

“Yeah? Well, there was nothing in the attic,” he added. Dean watched her closely, she could feel his gaze, the worried shapes he drew on her thigh. It made her shiver. His proximity, the sudden downturn of emotions, his loving nature, all of it was overwhelming. In a good way. “I love you,” he said suddenly, it made her smile.

“I love you, too,” she responded, looking up at him lovingly.

What started out as an innocent, emotional kiss, turned into a possessive, heated make out session that left her seamless panties drenched with arousal.

Dean was everywhere.

So hot. So loving.

His large hands kneaded and squeezed, pulled and scratched, pink lips kissing hard and wet at her skin, sharp teeth nipping and marking, tongue licking and rubbing against suction marks.

“I never knew that I could want someone so badly,” he whispered, lowering her from the desk to shove her violet dress up her waist. She moaned softly, throwing her head back as he sucked and bit at her throat, his fingers slipping inside her panties, moving forward behind the silky barrier to gather her slick. “So wet, good girl,” he murmured, pressing his fingertips into her clenching, wet entrance. He moved his fingers up to her clit and drew circles around it at just the perfect pace, successfully clouding her mind.

Dean pulled away from the column of her throat, eying the reddish mark on her pulse, and watched her writhe as he massaged her clit relentlessly. She felt his teeth at her chin and she groaned, spreading her legs wider, desperate to feel him all over her body. She felt the quick buildup of her orgasm. Dean wasn’t teasing, he was determined, occasionally switching the figures on her clit, each time it made her tremble, until she tensed up.

It was then that he pulled away, the material of her underwear slapping electrifyingly against her skin. “Please,” she begged, opening her eyes lazily. Dean smirked and bit his lip, taking her underwear from beneath, he stretched it upwards, moved it up and down, so the silky material rubbed against her clit.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked with a chuckle, watching her mouth fall open and her body turn to mush once more. It must have been enough for him—as an answer—because he released her underwear, started to push them down her legs, and settled on his knees in front of her. He lifted her legs, one after the other, to take her underwear off completely. Dean lifted the periwinkle panties up to his mouth and licked her arousal from the crotch with a smug, “yummy.”

“Stop, we’re wasting time,” she laughed breathlessly, brushing her fingers through his hair. Instead of getting up, Dean took her thigh and lifted it, moving his face forward to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her nails scratching the top of the smooth, wooden desk. She slowly sat up on it and watched Dean shuffle closer on his knees to taste her again.

“You taste so good,” he whispered, sliding his hands up her thighs. She leaned back slightly, watching his mouth inch closer, his warm breath making her shiver, and become aware of how embarrassingly drenched she was. He held her hips and slid the tip of his tongue from her entrance, through her labia, and began circling around her clit a few times.

She squirmed and moaned, watching him start to suck her clit—hot, muffled sounds of appreciation vibrating through her vulva from his mouth. Slowly, one of his hands travelled from her hip to her abdomen, sliding down with the intent to make her impatient, and then, he pulled away, replacing her clit in his mouth with two of his fingers. He sucked slowly, and pulled them out, coated in his warm saliva to push them into her waiting vagina.

Dean returned his mouth to her clit, focusing on her pleasure, doing everything the way he’d memorised she loved most. He angled his fingers upwards inside her, pushing deeper and deeper, brushing against the front of her walls. She clenched around him, squirmed needily, and impatiently rolled her hips against his mouth as he massaged deep inside her.

She moaned his name and tugged at his hair, her body slowly turning stiff and ready for her climax. He pulled away again. His lips made a wet, salacious sound when they parted from her cunt, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her pussy. She breathed hard, watching him suck his soppy fingers clean of her slick with a moan. He used his other hand to busy himself with his belt as he stood before her once more.

She took his wrist to pull his fingers from his mouth with a loud slurp and placed them into hers. She sucked softly on them and stared at the slack-jawed expression while moving her hand beneath his shirts and into his unzipped pants. Dean removed his fingers from inside her warm mouth and held her cheek, moaning against her lips when she teasingly rubbed her soft hand over his cock.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock, warm and hard in her hand. Dean moaned softly and nodded mindlessly, capturing her lips for a quick kiss.

“Where inside you?” He purred, teasingly brushing his nose against hers, his warm breath tickling her lips. She laughed softly instead of answering him, pushed his jeans and boxers down, slowly sinking down to her knees in front of him. “I guess that answers my question,” he exhaled, slipping his fingers through her hair.

She looked up into his eyes and let him bring her mouth towards his cock. The tip brushed against her lips, smearing the precum that dribbled out from the slit against her pink lips. She opened her mouth more, letting him guide her on and off his dick. She hummed at the taste of him invading her taste buds, the way it always did, making her mouth water.

He liked how messy it got when she went down on him. She knew the way she drooled over his thick length set a fire of passion and desire that would make the Sun envious. When tears fell from her eyes across her flushed cheeks, her lashes sticking together, her eyes bright and glossy as she choked on him—he gripped her ginger hair harder and properly began fucking her face.

Fast and loud, his cock went down her throat and in and out of her salivating mouth, edging himself the way he’d done to her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Dean praised, starting to slow down throating fucking her until he eventually pulled out of her mouth. A string of saliva and precum connected her mouth and his cock, breaking away when she stood back up.

He brought her in for a kiss with a smug smirk, lewdly licking her lips for remnants of him before pushing his warm tongue past her swollen lips. They moaned softly and she buried both hands into his hair, her hands flexing before gripping strands of his hair to tug at. “We’re wasting time,” she reminded him, pecking his lips before sitting back up on the desk, using her calves to bring his hips forward.

“I hope we waste a lot of time,” he licked his lips with a grin. Dean teasingly took his cock and gently tapped her clit with the head of it.

She laughed breathlessly, squirming when he dragged his cock through her soaked folds, “that’s not funny.”

“Well, it made you laugh,” he bit his lip, pressing his cock into her clenching, dripping pussy.

“Your… face is funny, that’s why,” she lied playfully, his lips hovering over hers. He chortled and pulled back slightly, brows furrowed in playful offence, then he slapped his hand over her clit without warning. She yelped, and attempted to shut her legs, but Dean’s hips prevented her from doing so.

“Come ‘ere, baby,” he whispered, guiding his cock back to her entrance. He cut off her playful protest with a kiss, and gently pushed himself into, digging his blunt nails into her hips. She placed her arm around his shoulder to prevent him from pulling away from her lips, only momentarily catching their breaths as he started to fuck her with abandon.

Items on the desk rattled as he fucked her hard, the wooden table hitting the wall with every thrust of his hips. Her stomach flipped excitedly, his soft moans against her mouth, small whines from her against his. Dean occasionally bit her lip and kissed her with passion as they clung to each other, pulling each other close, desperate to get closer.

Their warm breaths mingled together and she rolled her hips against his, her face burning with a blush, her pussy clenching tight around him. He grunted against her lip and buried his face into her neck, pushing his cock as deep as he could into her. His hot cum spilled inside her and she moaned in unison with him, her orgasm triggered by his.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, fucking her through her orgasm before coming to a slow halt. Her neck was damp with his warm breath, her hot skin flushing a deeper rosy colour when she whimpered his name.

“Thanks, Dean,” she murmured, kissing his temple before he pulled away. He smiled at her, his green eyes lovingly trailing over her face. He cupped her cheeks, pressing a lovingly kiss to her lips, the tip of her nose, and her forehead. “It’s kinda suspicious how long we took, isn’t it?” She laughed, biting her lip to muffle her moan when he slowly pulled out of her.

“Yeah, uh, pretty much,” he chuckled, pulling his pants up. She watched him with her legs squeezed shut, the flushed afterglow on his face was more than obvious.

“Oh well,” she shrugged, taking her underwear from the desk. Dean snatched them from her with narrowed eyes and got down to put them back on her. “Let’s go before it gets weirder,” she giggled, moving off the desk to fix her underwear properly. Dean nodded and lowered her dress once more, staring at her with a smirk when she began squirming as she walked.

“You don’t wanna clean up?” He laughed, slapping his hand over her ass when he joined her. He squeezed the flesh and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“We can shower back at the motel,” she shrugged, squeaking when he turned her around and threw her over his shoulder faster than she could process. She laughed with him, clinging to his shirt as he held her with one arm around her, the other hand squeezing her thigh reassuringly.

“Let’s get outta here fast, then,” Dean smiled, slapping her ass. “Wait, I need to say… I finally got to fuck Daphne.”

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Abandon All Hope...

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Underneath the lowest of the highway overpass, an old man gets out of an expensive car, digs a hole in the dirt and gravel, buries a box, and stands up. "Mr. Pendleton, I presume." A British voice said and Pendleton turns around to see a man who wasn't there before.

"Name's Crowley." The man introduced. "In my negotiations I was, uh, dealing with a very young, attractive, uh, lady." Pendleton said. "Yes. I know. But you, piggy bank, you are a big fish, and I wanted to do you the honor of sealing this deal personally." Crowley said. "She said the deal would be sealed with a kiss." Pendleton said, nervously. "That's right." Crowley said and Pendleton stares at him.

Crowley grins. "No, I mean, she said—I don't—" Pendleton stammers. "Your choice. You can cling to six decades of deep-seated homophobia, or give it up and get a complete bailout for your bank's ridiculous incompetence." Crowley said as he gets up in Pendleton's personal space.

"There are just things that I—" Pendleton said.

"Going once." Crowley said.

"I don't think so—"

"Going twice."

"All right! All right." Pendleton shouts and Crowley pulls him in. "No—" Pendleton pleads but Crowley kisses him anyway. Meanwhile Castiel is observing from a distance, on the phone. "Got him." Castiel said then a moment later, Crowley releases Pendleton.

"The demon Crowley is making a deal; even as we speak, it's—going—down." Castiel said to Dean. "Going down? Right. Okay, Huggy Bear, just don't lose him." Dean tells him and Sam and (y/n), who were leaning against the Impala, turn to look at him. "I won't lose him." Castiel assures.

"Damn you." Pendleton growls at Crowley once he's released. Then he turns to walk back to his car. "Enjoy the obscene wealth. See you in ten years." Crowley said then he fiddles with a cell phone while he walks, then vanishes. Castiel follows him, vanishing as well.

"I followed him. It's not far, but—it's layered in Enochian warding magic." Castiel said but then he sees that the wall is covered in blue-white geometric designs. "I can't get in." He tells Dean. "That's okay, you did great. We'll take it from here." Dean assures him and he hangs up, then they load up and drive off.

That night, a young woman in evening dress approaches the gate and presses a button on the intercom. "Hello?" The voice said. "Hello. My car broke down. I—I need some help." The woman said. "I'll be down in a minute." The male voice said and the woman turns around to wait, it's Jo.

The gates swing open and two men approach her. "Evening, pretty lady. Get yourself on in here." One of the men said. "I just need to make a call." Jo tells them. "You don't need to call anyone, baby." The man said then he glances back at his partner. "We're the only help you're ever gonna need." He said.

"You know what? I think I should wait by my car." Jo said and she turns to go. The first man grabs her shoulder; his eyes go black. "We said, get your ass in here." He demanded and Jo shakes him loose and flattens him. The second man is stabbed through the neck with Ruby's knife, held by Sam. He stabs the first man too.

"Nice work, Jo." Dean tells her. "Thanks." She said and (y/n) hands her a bag. Then Jo pulls out wire cutters. "Okay. Shall we?" She asked and they nod.

Crowley is watching his film when the electricity cuts out. He leaves the room. "It's Crowley, right?" (y/n) said and he turns to see Sam, Dean and (y/n) standing in a room. "So. The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew finally found me. Took you long enough." Crowley said as Sam holds Ruby's knife and Dean and (y/n) hold a shotgun each.

Crowley approaches, stopping when he sees his rug is rumpled. He looks underneath and sees a devil's trap has been drawn on the bottom of the rug. "Do you have any idea how much this rug cost?" Crowley asked them, angrily, then three men grab Sam, Dean and (y/n) from behind, disarming them and pinning their arms.

Crowley holds up the Colt. "This is it, right? This is what it's all about." Crowley said then he aims the gun at Dean, then adjusts his aim and shoots the three men. "We need to talk. Privately." Crowley said then he leads the trio into another room.

"What the hell is this?" Dean asked him. "Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing?" Crowley asked as he waves a hand; the door slams shut. "There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists, except that I told you." Crowley said. "You told us." Sam said, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine." Crowley said.

"Why? Why tell us anything?" (Y/n) asked and Crowley aims at Dean again. "I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face." Crowley said. "Uh-huh, okay, and why exactly would you want the devil dead?" Dean asked him, confused. "It's called—" Crowley said as he puts the gun down. "Survival. Well, I forgot you three at best are functioning morons—"

"You're functioning...morons..." Dean said, weakly. "Nice comeback, Dean." (Y/n) mutters but loud enough for Dean to hear. "Lucifer isn't a demon, remember? He's an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you're just filthy bags of pus. If that's the way he feels about you, what can he think about us?" Crowley asked. "But he created you." Sam said.

"To him, we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next. So, help me, huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales, dammit! So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?" Crowley said as he holds out the Colt, handle first. The boys and (y/n) glance at each other as Crowley wiggles the gun.

Sam hesitantly reaches out to take it. "Great." Sam said. "Great." Crowley said. "You wouldn't happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?" (Y/n) asked him. "Thursday, birdies tell me, there's an appointment in Carthage, Missouri." Crowley replied and Sam and (y/n) glance at each other then at Dean, who nods.

"Great." Sam said then he puts the barrel between Crowley's eyes and pulls the trigger. It clicks. Sam stares, surprised; Crowley stares back, impassive. "Oh, yeah, right, you'll probably need some more ammunition." Crowley said and he goes into his desk.

"Oh, uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?" Dean asked him. "Number one, he's going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three, how about you don't miss, okay! Morons!" Crowley shouts and he throws a box at Dean, who catches it. It's the bullets for the Colt.

Dean looks up only to see Crowley was gone. "Nice guy." (Y/n) said, sarcastically, as Sam sighs.

On a table, there was five full shot glasses in a row next to a row of three upside-down shot glasses, a gap, and a full shot glass. Another glass is placed upside-down in the gap. JO drinks from a beer bottle while Ellen drains the fifth and puts it back upside-down.

"All right, big boy." She said to Castiel. "Well." Castiel said as he sits in front of the shot glasses. Then he begins to drain all five of his in a row. Ellen stares. "I think I'm starting to feel something." Castiel said. Jo gawks and grins while Ellen pours five more shot glasses then looks over at Ariel, who was sitting next to Castiel.

"Okay, girlie. Your turn." Ellen said as Ariel looks at the shotglasses with worry. "Uh...what is this again?" Ariel asked Ellen. "Whiskey." Ellen replied and Ariel stares at the glasses for a moment then takes the first shot glass and downs the drink. Her face scrunches up at the taste of the drink, making Jo and Ellen laugh, before she takes the next four shots.

Sam, (y/n) and Dean are sitting at opposite sides of Bobby's desk, all of them with beer bottles. "It's gotta be a trap, right?" Sam asked. "Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late than never." Dean said and (y/n) giggles. "Thank you again for your continued support." Sam said, sarcastically. "You're welcome." Dean said and the trio clink their bottles and drink.

"You know, trap or no trap, we got a snowball's chance, we gotta take it, right?" (Y/n) said to the boys. "Yeah, I suppose." Sam said. "Besides, I'm not sure it is a trap. Check it out. I mean, Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens. And look at this." (Y/n) said as she pushes some papers at the boys. "There's been six missing persons reported, in town, since Sunday. I think the devil's there." She said. "Okay." Sam said and Dean looks up at him.

"Look, when you think about it...you can't come with." Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes. "Dean." He groans. "Look, (y/n) and I go against Satan and screw the pooch, okay. We've lost two game pieces. That we can take. But if you're there, then we are handing the devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart." Dean said.

"Since when have we ever done anything smart?" Sam asked. "I'm serious, Sam." Dean argues. "So am I." Sam said, firmly. "He's right, Dean. Haven't we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it together." (Y/n) said and the trio share a look for a long moment before Dean looks away first. "Okay. But it's a stupid frigging idea." Dean grumbles.

Then he looks past Sam, his attention caught by Castiel, Ariel, Ellen, and Jo. Sam and (y/n) look too. "Boy, talk about stupid ideas." Sam said. "Good God. True, that." (Y/n) said and she looks down at her hands then back up towards Jo, who got up to the refrigerator. "Excuse me, boys." (Y/n) said as she gets up and goes over to Jo.

"Hey, Jo." (Y/n) said as she meets up with Jo. "Hey, (y/n)." Jo greets as she turns to her. "Hey...I-I wanted to say...I know the last time we really met was...when I was possessed..." (y/n) said and Jo waves her hand, vaguely. "Hey, like you said, you were possessed. You couldn't help it." Jo said. “I know. But sometimes I can still see myself. See my hands around you as Meg assaulted you. That’s a memory that’s impossible to forget. (y/n) said.

Jo looks at (y/n), turns away to grab a beer and offers it to her. “Let’s make some new memories then.” She said, smirking. (Y/n) looks at the beer and smiles, accepting it.

“I know it might sound strange, but that night was the best thing that could have happen to me.” Jo said, as she takes another beer for herself. “How?” (Y/n) asked, very puzzled on how that horrible night could be a good thing. “It helped me take this life more seriously. I’m not that amateur with a bunch of half-baked romantic notions anymore.” Jo said and (y/n) nodded. “Yeah, I noticed.” She said.

“I could have sat around, feeling sorry for myself and let other feel pity for me. But that’s not what my Dad would do. He wouldn’t let that horrible experience label him for the rest of his life. He would do his best to stop it from happening to anyone else. I guess in a way, it also made me feel closer to him.” Jo explained.

(Y/n) nodded as she starts thinking of her own father. “I’ll drink that.” She said, holding her beer out to Jo. Jo smiles and they tap their beers together for a toast and swig them. The two girls talk and laugh amongst each other then Jo goes to join Ellen, Castiel and Ariel and (y/n) smiles, feeling like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders.

She leans against the counter and, mindlessly, drinks her beer when she felt a presence next to her. She turns her head to see Dean next to her. "Hey." he greets. "Hey." She greets back. "What were you and Jo talking about?" Dean asked her. "Oh, I just...needed to talk to her about some stuff. Something to get off of my chest." (Y/n) replied. "Oh...okay." Dean mutters and he grabs another beer bottle, opens it and drinks it.

"So. Dangerous mission tomorrow. Guess it's time to eat, drink, and, you know, make merry." Dean said and (y/n) raises her eyes, suspiciously, to him. "Are you giving me the last-night-on-earth speech?" She asked him.

"What?" Dean asked.

"What?" (y/n) asked back.

"No." Dean said then the two share a laugh and (y/n) looks away from him, taking another swig of beer. "If I was, would, uh, would that work?" Dean asked her and (y/n) scoffs out a small laugh then she looks back at Dean, a suggestive glint in her eyes. Dean raises an eyebrow at her as she sets her beer bottle down on the counter, on her left, and takes a few small steps towards him.

She then wraps her arms around his neck and he sets his bottle on the counter and places his hands on her waist, a smile on his face. She leans up and kisses him, but this kiss was a bit different. It was slow and sensual. It was also loving.

Dean wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer to him as they deepen the kiss. Then (y/n), slowly and reluctantly, pulls away from the kiss and cups his face in her hands. "There's more where that came from, big guy. But...you're just gonna have to wait til later tonight." She whispered, seductively, to him.

Dean felt a pleasurable chill go down his spine as she said these words. "You really know how to mess with me, you know that?" Dean growls, lowly, to her and she giggles. "Well, I gotta keep you on your toes, Winchester." She said and she winks at him. Dean stares into her (e/c) eyes and gives her a loving smile before he leans down and gives her another kiss.

"Everybody get in here! It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner." Bobby calls out and Dean and (y/n) break the kiss then their embrace and they walk over to the walkway door to the study room, where everyone was standing.

"Oh come on, Bobby. Nobody wants their picture taken." Ellen groans. "Hear, hear." Sam said. "Shut up. You're drinking my beer." Bobby said as he finishes fiddling with a camera on a tripod.

Then he rolls his wheelchair back. "Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by." Bobby said as everyone is in the room and getting into position. Castiel stands, then Ariel next to him and then Sam, Dean and (y/n). Ellen and Jo stand in front of Sam and Bobby rolls up next to Jo.

"Ha! Always good to have an optimist around." Ellen jokes as Sam places his right arm around Ariel's shoulder and his left arm around Dean. Dean places his right hand on Sam's shoulder and wraps his left arm around (y/n)'s waist and (y/n) places her left hand on Bobby's shoulder and her right arm around Dean's waist. All of them begin to smile.

"Bobby's right. Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on Earth." Castiel said and all the smiles disappear. "Way to bring down the mood, Cas." (Y/n) snarks just before the camera flashes, taking their picture.

The next day, the Impala drives in the town, followed by another car. Behind them were billboards that said Anti-God is Anti-American on an American flag back ground. Many missing posters are tacked on some poles. Sam and (y/n) both have hands out the windows, phones in hand.

"You getting a signal?" Sam asked (y/n) as Dean drives. "No, nothing. Nice and spooky." (y/n) said and Dean waves the other car up next to him, Ellen is driving, Jo shotgun. "Place seem a little empty to you?" Ellen asked Dean. "We're gonna go check out the PD. You guys stay here, see if you can find anybody." Dean tells them. "Okay." Ellen said and Dean drives off.

Ellen parks and Jo gets out then turns to look at Castiel and Ariel in the back seat. "Ever heard of a door handle?" Jo asked them. "Of course we have." Ariel said then her and Castiel stand outside the car. They look around; the street is deserted except for the four of them.

"What is it, guys?" Ellen asked Cas and Ariel. "This town's not empty." Castiel said as he and Ariel could see that the town is filled with dozens of old white men in suits, all standing still, attention fixed on something in the distance. "Reapers." Castiel said.

"Reapers? As in more than one?" Ellen asked them. "They only gather like this at times of great catastrophe. Chicago Fire, San Francisco Quake, Pompeii." Ariel said and Castiel looks around. "Excuse us, we need to find out why they're here." Castiel said and he and Ariel walk off, pausing to look at the nearest reaper, who ignores them.

Jo and Ellen look at each other as Castiel's and Ariel’s attention is caught by a Reaper inside a building who turns away from the window, the first of the dozens to show any signs of life. The building's marquee reads "JESUS SAVES".

Castiel and Ariel appear inside the building at that window. They come down the corridor and enter a room. "Hello, brother and sister." A voice said and then there was a white light.

Ellen and Jo are back in their car and they come to a stop next to Dean, Sam and (y/n). "Station's empty." Dean said. "So's everything else." Jo said. "Have you seen Cas and Ariel?" Ellen asked the trio. "What? They were with you." Sam said, confused. "Nope. They went after the reapers." Ellen said.

"Reapers?" Dean said, shocked.

"They saw reapers? Where?" (Y/n) asked the girls. "Well, kind of everywhere." Jo said and Dean, Sam and (y/n) look at each other with worry and concern.

The room is dark, lit mostly by firelight. Castiel and Ariel are standing in the center of a ring of fire. Then they notice the other person in the room. "Lucifer." Castiel and Ariel said as he walks up to them. "So I take it you two are here with the Winchesters and (l/n)." Lucifer said. "We came alone." Ariel said and Lucifer smiles at her.

"Loyalty. Such a nice quality to see in this day and age." Lucifer said and he stares at Ariel. "My dear sister. It is so good to see you." Lucifer said. "Likewise." Ariel growls as she glares at her older brother. "I'm told you and...Castiel, right?" Lucifer said as he looks at Cas, who glares at him.

"Anyway, I'm told that you and Castiel came here in an automobile." Lucifer said. "Yes." Cas and Ariel said. "What was that like?" Lucifer asked them. "Um. Slow. Confining." Castiel explains. "What a peculiar thing you are." Lucifer said as he stares at Castiel but Ariel stares at her brother and noticed that he doesn't look healthy. It looked like he had burns on his face.

"What's wrong with your vessel?" Ariel asked him. "Yes. Um. Nick is wearing a bit thin, I'm afraid. He can't contain me forever, so—" Lucifer said. "You—" Castiel said and he steps forward but Ariel stops him so he doesn't step into the fire. "You are not taking Sam Winchester. We won't let you." Castiel said, firmly. "Castiel. Ariel. I don't understand why you two are fighting me, of all the angels." Lucifer said.

"You really have to ask?" Castiel asked him. "I rebelled, I was cast out. You, Castiel, rebelled, you were cast out. Almost all of heaven wants to see me dead, and if they succeed, guess what? You're their new public enemy number one. We're on the same side, like it or not, so why not just serve your own best interests? Which in this case just happen to be mine?" Lucifer asked. "I'll die first." Castiel said. "I suppose you will." Lucifer said then he looks at his sister.

“Ariel. I have to say I’m a little curious about your story. From what I remember you were always such a good little sister. Staying quite and in your place like Dad and Michael wanted.” Lucifer said, almost mockingly. “I grew up. Got tired of all the family drama and went sightseeing instead.” Ariel replied. “But then you came back from what I’ve heard. You rebelled against heaven and against dear Michael. And all for three of the most broke humans on the planet.” Lucifer said.

“Broken is not the word I would use to describe them. They are rough around the edges and have made mistake. But they learn from them and grow. Micheal and the rest of heaven are so close minded, that they won’t stop to question their actions. Believing whatever sacrifices they make will be justified in the end. Sam, Dean, (y/n), I’ve gotten to know them, hear their stories, see what drives them. They’ve each taught me valuable lessons.” Ariel explained.

Lucifer scoffs at this. “What could these humans possibly teach you?” He asked. “Many wonderful things actually. (Y/n), she stood by the brothers side through all the good and bad. Her loyalty is remarkable and her faith in both of them is inspiring. Most humans or even angels for that matter, wouldn’t have the brothers’ back after the gates of hell or breaking the final seal. I’m honored to be considered her friend.” Ariel explained.

Lucifer continued listening, with a bored expression. “Her lover, Dean, is one of the most resilient fighters I’ve seen. He has truly been through terrible things that would make any other human bitter and hateful. And yet, he’s fighting for this whole world. For billions of people he doesn’t even know. It’s extraordinary.” Ariel continues and Lucifer fake yawns, not really seeming to care.

“Finally your vessel, Sam, the boy with the demon blood. He’s taught me the most important lesson of all. Him being your vessel, the demon blood, everything that doesn’t make him normal. It’s all considered evil and yet he chooses to do good instead. Even after freeing you from the cage and dooming the world, he fights. He’s doing everything in his power to stop you and make up for the terrible mistake he has done. The angels say he is evil but his choices show he is truly good. They all are.” Ariel finishes.

“Are you done?” Lucifer asked, unfazed by everything she has just said. “You won’t win, Lucifer. Not when the Winchesters and (l/n) are still on the board. Love is what drives them and that will be you’re downfall.” Ariel said, passionately.

Lucifer stares at her for a few moments before smirking, almost reminisce to her talk with Gabriel. “Have to say sis, it’s good that you found your voice. When the time comes, I’ll look forward to putting your theory to the test. Even if it’s delusional.” He said.

Ellen, Dean, (y/n), Sam, and Jo are walking, shotguns in hands and looking around for trouble. "Well, this is great, been in town twenty minutes and already lost the two angels up our sleeve." Dean said. "You think, uh, you think Lucifer got them?" (y/n) asked him, worried. "I don't know what else to think." Dean said, honestly.

"There you are." a female voice said and they all turn to see a familiar woman. "Meg." Sam said. "Shouldn't have come here, boys." Meg said. "Hell, I could say the same thing for you." Dean said and he aims the Colt at Meg. "Didn't come here alone, Deano." Meg said and something splashes in a puddle near Meg's feet; the sounds of dogs growling and barking.

Sam, Ellen, (y/n), and Jo glance around for the source of the noise; so does Dean, but he pretends he's not afraid. "Hellhounds." Dean grumbles. "Yeah, Dean. Your favorite. Come on, boys. My father wants to see you." Meg said to the gang. "I think we'll pass, thanks." (Y/n) said, glaring at the woman. "Your call. You can make this easy or you can make it really, really hard." Meg said.

Dean looks back and Ellen nods. "When have you known us to ever make anything easy?" Dean asked Meg. She shakes her head but Dean shifts his aim and fires; blood spurts from the hellhound next to Meg's feet. "Run!" Sam shouts and they take off.

But then a hellhound tackles Dean and (y/n) and Jo look back. "Dean!" (Y/n) screams, fearfully. "Girls, stay back!" Dean shouts at her and Jo but the two girls raise their shotguns and fire in Dean’s direction. Ellen and Sam stop running as Jo and (y/n) keep firing, knocking the hellhound further and further back.

That is until another hellhound knocks Jo down. "No!" Ellen shouts, as her and Sam run back to them, and (y/n) turns and goes to fire at the hellhound on Jo but not before it shreds Jo's side, making her scream in pain. Sam and Ellen help (y/n) firing at the hellhound while Dean scoops Jo up and runs past Sam, Ellen and (y/n).

Dean heads for one of the nearest stores, Ellen goes ahead to open the door, and Sam and (y/n) stay back to keep shooting. Inside the store, Dena leans Jo against the counter and she begins to whimper. "Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, breathe now—" Ellen said to Jo as Sam and (y/n) get inside and Sam chains the doors shut. "Okay." Sam said. "Guys, need some help here!" Ellen cries as the boys and (y/n) grab bags of rock salt.

"Go go go—" (y/n) said and they slit the bags open and frantically line the doorway and windows. Ellen peels Jo's hand away from the injury and it spurts out blood. Sam, (y/n) and Dean stare and Ellen looks over her shoulder at them, horrified.

"Gonna be all right." Ellen assures Jo as (y/n) finished bandaging Jo up. Sam then hands a bowl to Ellen. "Thank you." Ellen said and (y/n) stands up then her and Sam go over to Dean, who is fiddling with something electronic. "How's she holding up?" Dean asked the two and (y/n) gives him a look of worry while Sam clears his throat.

"Salt lines are holding up?" He asked Dean. "Safe for now." Dean said. "Safer. Trapped like rats." Sam grumbles. "Hey, you heard Meg. Her father's here. This is our one shot, Sammy. We gotta take it, no matter what." Dean said and there was a long pause.

"Here we go." Dean said. "Sam, some help here, please?" Ellen asked and Sam goes to help as Dean's gadget squeals. (Y/n) looks over at Ellen, Sam and Jo and couldn't help but feel her heart breaking as she sees the state that Jo is in.

"The number you dialed is unavailable. Please try your call again." The automated voice said through Bobby's phone. "Damn it, boys." Bobby growls as he sits in the kitchen area of his home. But then he hears static coming from the study room. He wheels over and moves a book off a CB radio.

"K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, come in." Dean's voice said through the radio and Bobby picks up the mouthpiece. "K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, go ahead." Bobby said. "Bobby, it's Dean. We got problems." Dean said and Bobby sighs and looks heavenward. "It's okay, boy. That's why I'm here." He assures.

"Is everyone all right?" Bobby asked. "No. It's—it's—it's Jo. Bobby, it's pretty bad." Dean said, upset. "Okay. Copy that. So now we figure out what we do next." Bobby said. "Bobby, I don't think she's—" Dean stops and lets out a heavy sigh while (y/n) had her arms wrapped around herself, looking down at her feet.

"I said, what do we do next, Dean?" Bobby asked, trying to get his mind straight. Dean leans his head on his hand for a moment. "Right. Okay, right." Dean said. "Now, tell me what you got." Bobby said and Dean explains all of what happened.

"Before they went missing, did Cas and Ariel say how many reapers?" Bobby asked after a few minutes. "I don't—he said a lot of things, I guess. Does the number matter?" Dean asked, annoyed. "Devil's in the details, Dean." Bobby replied and then Ellen taps Dean on the shoulder with one bloody hand. Dean then holds up the microphone to her. "Bobby, it's Ellen. The way they were looking, the number of places Castiel's and Ariel’s eyes went, I'd say we're talking over a dozen reapers, probably more." Ellen informed.

"I don't like the sound of that." Bobby mutters. "Nobody likes the sound of that, Bobby, but what—wh—what does that sound like?" Dean asked him. "It sounds like death, son. I think Satan's in town to work a ritual." Bobby said as he turns pages in his book to one marked with a Post-it that reads Seventh Seal. "I think he's planning to unleash Death." Bobby said.

"You mean, like, as in this dude and taxes are the only sure thing?" Dean asked, jokingly. "As in Death. The horseman. The pale rider in the flesh." Bobby said. "Unleash? I mean, hasn't Death been tromping all over the place? Hell, I've died several times myself." Dean said. "Not this guy. This is—this is the angel of death. Big daddy reaper. They keep this guy chained in a box six hundred feet under. Last time they hauled him up, Noah was building a boat. That's why the place is crawling with reapers. They're waiting on the big boss to show." Bobby said and Dean rolls his head, in annoyance, as if they didn't have enough on their plates.

"You have any other good news?" Dean asks him. "In a manner of speaking." Bobby said as he closes the book, a large leather-bound Holy Bible, and turns to another one that's already open to a page headed The Battle of Carthage. "I been researching Carthage since you've been gone, trying to suss out what the devil might want there. What you just said drops the last piece of the puzzle in place. The angel of death must be brought into this world at midnight through a place of awful carnage. Now, back during the Civil War, there was a battle in Carthage. A battle so intense the soldiers called it the Battle of Hellhole." Bobby said.

"Where'd the massacre go down?" Dean asks. "On the land of William Jasper's farm." Bobby said.

Meanwhile, Castiel and Ariel are still in the ring of fire and Lucifer is still watching them until Meg enters. "I got the Winchesters and (l/n) pinned down. For now, at least. What should I do with them?" Meg asked Lucifer. "Leave them alone." He tells her and Meg looks at him, surprised.

"I—I'm sorry, but are you sure? Shouldn't we—" Meg stammers but Lucifer walks up to Meg. "Trust me, child. Everything happens for a reason." He tells her as he strokes Mef's face. Castiel and Ariel look around until Castiel sees a pipe bolted to the wall, he nudges Ariel and does a small nod to the pipe and Ariel looks up at it then nods at him.

Then Lucifer turns to the angels. "Well, Castiel, Ariel you two have some time. Time to change your mind?" Lucifer asked them.

"That's my girl, you're okay, honey—" Ellen whispers to Jo as she kneels down to her. Sam, Dean and (y/n) were several feet away. "Now we know where the devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt." Dean said. "Yeah. We just have to get past eight or so hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight." Sam said. "Yeah, and that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell out of town." said Dean. "Won't be easy." (Y/n) said as she looks between the boys.

"Stretcher?" Dean asked them. "I'll see what we got." Sam said and he turns to go look but then Jo speaks up. "Stop. Guys, stop." She said and Ellen looks between Sam, Dean, (y/n) and Jo. "Can we, uh, be realistic about this, please?" Jo said as the trio walk over to her. "Uh! I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by an ace bandage. We gotta—we gotta get our priorities straight here." Jo said and the boys and (y/n) share a look then back at Jo.

"Number one, I'm not going anywhere." Jo said and Ellen shakes her head. "Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that." She demanded. "Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something. We got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need." Jo tells her.

"Everything we need?" Sam asked. "To build a bomb, Sam." Jo said and (y/n)'s eyes widen at this. "No. Jo, no." (Y/n) said, shaking her head. "You got another plan? You got any other plan? Those are hellhounds out there, (y/n). They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof, make a break for the building next over. I can wait here with my finger on the button, rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes' head start, anyway." Jo said.

"No, I—I won't let you." Ellen said, shaking with tears. "This is why we're here, right?" Jo asked and Ellen shakes her head, crying. "If I can get us a shot on the devil—Guys, we have to take it." Jo said. "No!" Ellen shouts and she looks up at Dean and (y/n).

"That's not—" she cries. "Mom. This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult. Might wanna take it?" Jo said, smiling, and Ellen starts sobbing. "You heard her. Get to work." Ellen said to the trio and they grab their materials and assemble the bombs, filling them with nails and rock salt for shrapnel.

Night had fallen when Sam take Jo's hand for a minute while Dean strings the wire to the button Jo will hold. "Okay, this is it. I'll see you on the other side. Probably sooner than later." Dean said. "Make it later." Jo said, smiling, and Dean puts the button in Jo's hand as Jo cries. He then gives a quick kiss on the top of her head and he stands up while (y/n) kneels down to her.

"Guess, we gotta put a hold on making new memories." Jo jokes as (y/n) gives her a look of sympathy. "Jo...I'm..." (y/n) said and Jo shakes her head. "Don't...don't apologize..." Jo said to her and (Y/n) frowns. “You know what you can do?” Jo asked. “What?“ (Y/n) asked. “You can get out of here and kick this apocalypse in the ass for me. And after that you go on to live a full life, alright?” Jo said.

(Y/n) scoffs. “You know in this line of work, there’s a high likely chance that won’t happen.” She said. “Be the exception then.” Jo said and (Y/n) smiles, tearfully. “I’ll try my best.” She said. Jo smiles and, weakly, held up her free hand, which (Y/n) takes. “You and Dean take care of each other, okay?” Jo said, faintly. (Y/n) nodded, tears falling down her face. “We will. I promise.” She said and Jo smiles, weakly, and (y/n) stands up.

Then Ellen comes back to sit by Jo. They watch each other for a moment and Ellen smiles. "Mom, no." Jo said to her. "Somebody's gotta let them in. Like you said, you're not moving. You got me, Jo. And you're right, this is important." Ellen said and Jo nods.

"But I will not leave you here alone." Ellen said then she looks up at the trio. "Get going now, you three." She said. "Ellen—" (y/n) said, tearfully, to her but Ellen shakes her head. "I said go." Ellen said and the trio exchange looks before they start to walk away.

"And like Jo said." Ellen said and they turn back to them. "Kick it in the ass. Don't miss." Ellen said and Dean and (y/n) nod before them and Sam head for their exit. Ellen unchains the doors, sweeps away the salt line, opens the propane tanks, and sits back down with Jo, hugging her.

"I will always love you, baby." She whispers to her then she looks back at Jo, who had stopped moving. "Honey?" She asked but no response. "Jo—" Ellen whispers, devastated, then she begins to sob. "It's okay, it's okay." She cries and she kisses Jo on the head. "That's my good girl." She whispers then the doors burst open. Ellen looks as two hellhounds slam into the open doors.

Sam runs across the fire escape, Dean and (y/n) right behind, then Sam goes down the ladder and Dean follows then he stops and wait for (y/n), who jumps down next to him from the ladder. They hurry down the alley.

A hellhound blows Ellen's hair as she hold Jo's finger against the button and forces a grin. "You can go straight back to hell, you ugly bitch!" she yells, savagely.

The hardware store explodes which makes Sam, Dean and (y/n) stop to watch it blow. (Y/n) places a hand over her mouth as tears build up in her eyes as the fire engulfs the building. Dean places a hand on her shoulder and she turns her head to look at him, lowering her hand from her mouth. He strokes her cheek as she closes her eyes, tears falling down, then he takes her hand and they begin to run, Sam right next to them.

The trio sneak through bushes and sees dozens of men stand in the field, attention on something out of sight. "Guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople." Dean said. "Okay." Sam said. "Okay." Dean and (y/n) said, in unison.

"Last words?" Sam asked the two. "I think I'm good." Dean said. "Yeah. Me too." Sam said. "Well, I'll say this real quick." (Y/n) said and the boys look at her. "No matter how this turns out...I love you guys." She said and the boys look at her. "Love you too." Dean and Sam said and she smiles.

"I guess I do have one thing to say. And that is...Thanks for always being here, (y/n)." Sam said and (y/n) nods. "Don't mention it." She said and she looks over at Dean, who looks down and takes a deep breath. "Well...if there was anyone I was gonna a go down with, I'm glad it's you two." Dean said and Sam and (y/n) smile and they share a look before Dean clears his throat. "Here goes nothing." He said and they begin to walk.

Lucifer was filling a hole up when Sam comes up behind him. "Hey!" he shouts, readying a shotgun. Lucifer turns and drops the shovel. "You wanted to see me?" Sam yells. "Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really." Lucifer said. "Yeah? Well, I'd hurt you." Dean said as he and (y/n) come up.

Dean then points the Colt at Lucifer, point-blank to the forehead. "So suck it." Dean growls and he fires the gun and Lucifer collapses. None of the men do anything as Dean, Sam and (y/n) watch the corpse for a minute.

But then Lucifer inhales and shifts position. "Owww..." he groans as he stands up and Sam looks on, horrified. "Where did you get that?" Lucifer asked before he punches Dean, who flies into a tree. "DEAN!" (Y/n) screams as her and Sam watch Dean land on the ground.

"Now, where were we?" Lucifer asked as he turns to Sam while (y/n) runs over to Dean, checking his pulse. "Don't feel too bad, Sam. There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill, and I just happen to be one of them. But if you give me a minute, I'm almost done." Lucifer said, leaning against his shovel, as Sam runs over to (y/n).

"You know, I don't suppose you'd just say yes here and now?" Lucifer asked and Sam turns to glare at him. "End this whole tiresome discussion? That's crazy, right?" Lucifer asked. "It's never gonna happen!" Sam spat as Lucifer goes back to filling his hole. "Oh, I don't know, Sam. I think it will. I think it'll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it'll happen in Detroit." Lucifer said.

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you myself, you understand me? I'm going to rip your heart out!" Sam yells at him, angrily. "That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage. I'm gonna need it." Lucifer informs and Sam calms down, looks down at (y/n), who looked worried and horrified, before he turns to look around at the men, who are still doing nothing.

"What did you do? What did you do to this town?" Sam asked him. "Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man." Lucifer replied. "And the rest of them?" Sam asked and Lucifer pauses. "In there. I know, it's awful, but these horsemen are so demanding. So it was women and children first. I know what you must think of me, Sam. But I have to do this. I have to. You of all people should understand." He said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked and Lucifer drops the shovel. "I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael—Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then he beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something, Sam. Any of this sound familiar?" Lucifer asked. Sam glares at him while (y/n) was looking back and forth between them, as she cradled Dean in her arms.

"Anyway. You'll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling and I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would." Lucifer said and Sam goes over to (y/n) and Dean. "Is he..?" Sam started to ask when Dean starts to stir. "Oh thank God." (Y/n) said as she buries her face in his short hair while Lucifer turns to his hole and chants, then turns to his demons.

"Now repeat after me. We offer up our lives, blood, souls—" he said. "We offer up our lives, blood, souls—" the demons recite. "To complete this tribute." Lucifer said. "To complete this tribute." The demons said and one by one the demons flash gold and fall over, dead. Sam, (y/n) and Dean stare and Lucifer looks at them. "What? They're just demons." He said, shrugging.

Back at the abandoned building, a bolt on the pipe in the wall is spinning. Castiel and Ariel are still in the fire ring while Meg watches them. "You seem pleased." Castiel said. "We're gonna win. Can you feel it? You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe. Lucifer's gonna take over heaven. We're going to heaven, Clarence." Meg said. "Strange, because we heard a different theory from a demon named Crowley." Castiel said and Meg frowns

"You don't know Crowley." Meg growls. "He believes Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end, and that, once he does, he'll destroy you all." Ariel said. "You're wrong. Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your god may be a deadbeat. Mine—mine walks the earth." Meg said.

At that moment, Castiel gets the bolt loose and pulls the pipe free of the wall. It slams Meg through the fire int Castiel's arms. He presses his palm to Meg's forehead but nothing happens and Meg laughs. "You can't gank demons, can you? You're cut off from the home office and you ain't got the juice. So what can you do, you impotent sap?" Meg sneers and before Ariel could do anything, Castiel says. "I can do this."

He leans closer as if to kiss Meg, then throws her down across the fire. She screams, in pain, and Cas and Ariel walk out across her back.

Lucifer stares at the mass grave while Sam stares at Lucifer. Dean and (y/n) glances between them just as the ground rumbles. Castiel and Ariel appear next to Sam, Dean and (y/n) and both of them hold a finger to their lips. Lucifer turns and to see all of them are gone. Then he walks forward. "Oh, hello, Death." He greets.

Back at Bobby's house, the glasses from Ellen, Ariel’s and Castiel's drinking competition were still on the table. The TV was on, showing a tornado; the captions read STATE OF EMERGENCY, Paulding County and KOUA 16. "Just received an update that the governor has declared a state of emergency for Paulding County, including the towns of Marion, Fetterville, and Carthage. The storm system has reportedly touched off a number of tornadoes in the area." The news reporter said while Sam, Dean, (y/n) and Bobby are gathered around the fireplace.

Bobby holds a copy of the photograph taken the night before as the news reporter continues. "Death tolls have yet to be estimated, but state officials expect the loss of life and property to be staggering."

Bobby leans forward and drops the picture into the flames and they all watch it burn.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

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lucyswinter · 4 months

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Request guidelines

Requests are : OPEN<3

Masterlist

Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything)!

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only hero)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually!)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

#fanfic guidlines

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 8 months

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Blood Sugar Sex Magik

Pollen | Dreams | Fairytales | Zanna | and some things more nefarious.

Pollen

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Prompt: Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys

Words: 1K

Bad Girls Underneath - Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Dreamy/dreams

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1,100

Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0

Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.

Warnings/tags: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog

Words: 2K

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 620

Fairytales

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

More Nefarious *dubious consent

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Zanna

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

#master list shuffle 2023 #blood sugar sex magik

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ssanovak · 1 year

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Characters & Fandoms I write for;

I am willing to write pairing fics of a character x reader, or general scenario fics with reader inserts.

Reader will be male with he/him pronouns as a default, so please specify if you’d like a female or gender neutral reader!

I will write LGBTQ+ and straight readers & pairings, just let me know what kind of thing you want in your request! I will not write smut.

I am Autistic and have ADHD, I will happily write either of these into fics.

I will write mental health issues, I personally suffer from OCD, CPTSD, Depression, and have previously dealt with ED tendencies, so I can write those with relative ease, request other mental health stuff and I’ll give it a go if I can or let you know if I don’t feel able to write it.

Characters not on my list are probably either not there because I don’t feel I know the character well enough to write them or am not comfortable writing them as pairings, but it’s always worth checking just in case I forgot to add someone!

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner (Hotch)

Jason Gideon

David Rossi (Dave)

Jennifer Jareau (JJ)

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Anthony DiNozzo Jr. (Tony)

Timothy McGee

Abby Sciuto

Jimmy Palmer

Ziva David

Ellie Bishop

Nick Torres

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Greg Lestrade

James Moriarty (Jim)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

I will probably add more characters as I get further into shows I am watching or if I find a new fandom to obsess over! Have fun writing requests!

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theyraylovehate · 2 years

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

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c1eepypas1a · 20 days

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C1eepypas1a's masterlist №¹:

(a/n: my first ever masterlist!!!, fluff/smut/angst/dark, I do it all just ask ❤️❤️❤️)

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester:

Sam Winchester:

None yet xo

Castiel:

None yet xo

Charlie Bradbury:

None yet xo

Jo harvelle:

None yet xo

Claire Novak:

None yet xo

Rowena:

None yet xo

Gabriel:

None yet xo

Michael:

None yet xo

Lucifer:

None yet xo

The vampire diaries:

Elena Gilbert:

None yet xo

Jeremy Gilbert:

None yet xo

Damon Salvatore:

None yet xo

Teen wolf:

Scott McCall:

None yet xo

Stiles stillinski:

None yet xo

Jackson Whittemore:

None yet xo

Lydia Martin:

None yet xo

Kira Yukimura:

None yet xo

Liam Dunbar:

None yet xo

Theo raeken:

None yet xo

YouTube people/influencers?

(a/n: I write for male/female, I could try non-binary and I do write for trans people!!!, also I will be posting all my fanfics on Wattpad!!)

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nqzzxxiren · 11 months

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A/N: Sorry that this took so long please enjoy

Mrs Fallen angel

Sam Winchester x female reader (enemies to lovers), Dean Winchester (enemies to besties), Castiel (Siblings)

Summary: You/ (Name) is a fallen angel and luckily Sam was the one to catch you(not really)

Warning: cussing, yelling, burn and scar wounds, weapons

(Name) didn't know how it happened, one minute she is fighting alongside other angels and next thing she knows she's falling from the damn sky, she didn't understand how everything could go horribly wrong. She felt an intense burn coming from her back and she relived her wings were burning, fire started to overcome her as she fell down to earth.

She felt like she was slowly dying and what felt like hours she finally hit the ground causing a tiny explosion. (Named)'s body rested on the floor her eyes halfway open, the fire had been put out and left the top of her back burned and scarred, she felt a sharp pain in her both wrist and tried looking down to see what was wrong but she only move just by a little.

Sam and his brother dean had seen everything go down, they was around the area looking for a missing person, when Sam saw the ball fire falling from the sky he just thought it was just small meteor nothing else important but the longer he stared the more he didn't just see a meteor he saw a female falling from the sky.

He was confused and took a step forward to see what he saw was really real and to find it was a female he was in a ball of flames, he looked at dean who was looking between him and the meteor "you see that too right?" Dean asked looking at Sam fully now, Sam nodded and turned back to look at the meteor or woman fall and hit the ground with a small explosion "Come on" Sam started walking into the small park passing a lake and car that held a guy inside who was also looking up at where the meteor/female had fallen.

(name) stood up to her full height ignoring the pain she felt in her body, she was curious and wonder what the hell was going on. She looked around and found herself in a clearing "Holy shit are you okay?!" She heard a panicked voice coming from behind her, she turned around now seeing two males right Infront looking at her with worry and curiosity. (Name) stared at them and nodded "Winchester?" She studied their features and how they stand now seeing them tense their bodies up "Who the hell are you?" Dean yelled a bit pulling something out from his back pocket showing a shiny light which she found out was knife he was ready to use just on her.

Sam looked at the woman who had half of her back scarred with burns going from the mid of her back to the top of her shoulders, she had a knife implanted in her side and blood was pooling down her leg but she didn't seem to notice until her arm accidentally pushed the deeper into her side making her look down at wound.

She grabbed handle and started to pulling the knife out of her side causing her to bleed a lot more then a few minutes ago, her hand touched the wound coating her fingers in her own blood.

Sam watched the woman's every movement, watching her head tilt in confusion as her wound bled out. She looked up at Sam and spoke softly "Sam Winchester, boy with demon blood" (Name)'s voice was soft spoken and kind of quiet. Sam looked at her a bit shocked and his mouth was slightly opened, dean took a step closer and frowned deeply with his fist tightening around the knife.

She wasn't paying attention to dean and that kind of annoyed him, with roughness in his voice he yelled at her just a little so they wouldn't have attention on them "Who the fuck are you?! Don't look at him, look at me damnit" he demanded stepping Infront of Sam in a attempt to protect him. (Name)'s eyes was now on him, she watched his movements a bit annoyed by his voice and the knife he held in his hand "(Name)" she replied and titled her head to side and with a snap of her finger dean went flying to a near by tree that was cracked due to her fall.

Sam watched as his brother fall next the broken tree and attempt to run towards him to check if his brother was okay "DEAN!" Sam called out to dean but was stopped by an unknown force which he found out was (name). He looked down at the ground and found himself floating off the grassy floor under him "Lucifer's true vessel" her voice was sounded behind him and her footsteps could be heard walking closer towards him.

"Everyone in heaven has heard of you Sam Winchester, your quite the hated one" she now stood in front of him, her eyes slightly grew a dark blue glow almost like another angel he knew. (Name) was distracted and didn't notice dean wasn't where used to be when she threw him, instead he was behind her and put a knife in her back making her drop Sam unto the grassy floor that he hovered over when she made him float.

She turned around pissed off, she grabbed dean's arm and twisted almost breaking his arm until a low voice distracted her once again. (Name) tightened her grip on dean and turned around unfazed and wondering who it, she looked up and let dean's arm go now focused on the person Infront of her "Castiel?" (Name) stared up at him with shock, she thought Castiel had died since he was off her radar. Castiel looked at her and softly smiled grabbing her arm pulling her into a hug which kinda shocked (name) a little bit more since she wasn't used physical touch yet.

"(name), how have you been?" Castiel asked her pulling away from the hug and placing his hands on her shoulders fully forgetting the she attacked the Winchesters "I have been fine, thank you" she bowed her head a little paying close attention to every detail and movement, dean watched flabbergasted and pissed off that Castiel was asking about the angels day and not trying to help them out "Cas what the fuck!" Castiel looked at dean and dropped his arms to the side of his body letting go of (name) completely.

He totally forgot that he was supposed to come and help them with the angel problem but once he saw his twin sister he forgot about helping and went to go hug her "Oh sorry dean, this is (Name) my sister" Sam sighed and stood up to his full height and walked over to dean who was still on the ground holding his wrist "Oh yeah..how about you keep your sister on a damn leash, she almost broke my arm damnit" Castiel looked at (name) and watched as she shrugged her shoulders unfazed by his words and not regretting noting but her words said something else then what her mind said "I'm sorry Dean Winchester" her voice was quiet and it could be heard that she wasn't freaking sorry.

Hope you don't mind the time skip

(name) hovered over Sam shoulder watching his every movement she watched him read a book that had information for the creature they are hunting down, she hummed reading along the lines and stopped once he closed the book and turned around to look at her "Can I help you?" Sam asked taken notice of her cheek touching his cheek and turned to ask her if she need anything. She shook her head and stepped back while maintaining eye contact with him "Nuh uh" she awkwardly put up a thumbs up something she learned and walked away to go find Castiel.

He watched her walk away and sighed and went back to his book before turning around to see if she was actually just to see her looked at the book once again looking over his shoulder "(Name).." she looked at him and this she stayed right where she was looking down at his lips and then his eyes before disappearing again "What the hell.." he frowned and shook his head confused as hell.

"Sam" he now was getting annoyed and turned fully just to feel soft lips now against his own, he didn't pull away knowing it was (name) who would constantly look at him from afar. He kissed back as (name) deepened the kiss by grabbing both sides of his face, she pulled away and looked at him watching his face change from confusion to love "Did I do it right?" She asked letting go of his face so he could speak clearly.

He nodded quickly staring up at her with his lips slightly agape and his eyes a little bit wide making him look like a lost puppy "Yeah..uhm yeah did that right" his voice was a high pitched when he first said yes and cleared his throat before speaking again "Where did you learn that?" He questioned and glanced at the book before looking up at her again.

"Oh dean taught me same for pizza guy who I invited in" he was shocked by her words but also so very confused spoke again "Is the pizza guy still here?" He asked watching as she shaked her head no "I made him disappear into the tv" she was serious about what she said and looked at the TV that was across from them.

Sam couldn't help but smile at her as she stared at the tv turning it on with her powers showing the pizza guy and female on the bed making out, Sam turned to look at the tv and watched them "You weren't kidding" he spoke softly and looked up at her again "Yes but dean is angry with me" just speaking his name made him appear and enter the room "Sam let me tell you what the hell this dummy just done ".

Sam looked at dean before looking at (name) who had held her head down in embarrassment, dean started talking about how she made the pizza guy disappear into the tv while he still had the pizza dean had order "I didn't even get to take the pizza man!" Dean yelled in frustration. Sam just laughed as (name) kept saying sorry too dean about the pizza thing.

The moment was sweet and funny if only Sam wishes this moment could last forever..

Sucky ending cuz I got lazy and I was tired and was running on 10 minutes of sleep but hope you enjoy

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