#if its my spn ocs at least i come Back from the dead

[theplanetprince]

Fanfiction Review

I can already tell this is gonna be super confusing bc I've been writing fic since I was 12 but have since gone through so many identity changes. But let's play anyway!

Thanks for the tag @redead-red

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

My current library is 8. I don't actually write fanfic too often unless a specific idea intrigues me-- or something in the fanon just doesn't line up with me. I do have at least 4ish more stories planned and maybe a revised version of an ancient story from when I was young. 2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

166,451! Pretty neato!

3. How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Uh, in no specific order,

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (lost to purging)

Doctor Who (you ain't gonna find these)

Sonic

NiGHTs into Dreams

Dead by Daylight (<3)

Danny Phantom (my beloathed) Supernatural (my other beloathed)

and uhhhh, I think a bunch of various other video games I can't remember. For the sake of brevity I'm gonna put the rest under the cut.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This is actually pretty funny bc I have so few fics released. I only get emails for certain ones all the time, so I wrote this part out by guessing, but I ended up not needing to change it. (also, don't read most of these; they're old and bad)

1. Schrodinger's Adolescent, 337 Kudos (Danny Phantom)

2. Teen Years and How to Survive Them, 97 Kudos (Secret Trio)

3. Two Fake Feds Come up the Laneway the other dayyyyyy, 56 Kudos (Letterkenny/Supernatural)

4. Brother's Keeper, 40 Kudos (Halloween, DBD)

5. Beginner's Guide to Destroying the Moon, 37 Kudos (Sonic)

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for?

I'll be real here, I still enjoy most of the work I did for both Beach House Bummer, and Beginner's Guide to Destroying the Moon. I just wish I got more love for the latter bc I might be inspired to finish it lmao.

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really try to! I love the long rambly comments I get on Schrodinger's because I can feel those people are giving me the same passion I put into my work-- Though most of the time I get the generic "post more" or "update plz" which I dunno I'm grateful for the interaction. Still, I don't really want to repeat like "I'm trying my best, dude." about 12 times a day.

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I'll be real I only have two completed fics rn-- but I can tell you I had this one fic that I wrote when I was fourteen where the ninja turtles had to burn down a lab full of half-born mutant embryos, and like I remember writing that and then going to middle school the next day like "They don't know I'm a literary genius."

8. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Probably the Letterkenny/Supernatural crossover-- I feel very strongly about SPN and how people take it way too seriously, so when I found out it was filmed in Canada. It used famous Canadian actors from the show Letterkenny, it felt way too good to pass up. I do hope to write in that space again when I'm feeling less depresso-espresso.

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah. It's probably a big reason why you'll never see the tmnt fics for a while. I also used to write a lot of OC stories, and this was back in 2014 so like those were def hit the hardest. I'm glad to say it's like... subsided for the most part. I don't get hate as much as I just get really confusing and creepy comments, which don't hurt my rejection-sensitive-ass as much.

10. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hahahaha, no.

I am kind of bad at writing it, and I don't really like writing it. Which yeah that makes sense. My friends sometimes when they find out I write fanfic as a joke they'll send me some of the worst examples smut they can find and to test my talent I'll try to rewrite it to make it some kind of titillating-- but alas it just isn't my forte. The cons of being an asexual I guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Uh, yes and no? I think I had one of my older fics stolen, retranslated, and then retranslated again to English? That was so long ago tho.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I'd love to give it a shot sometime.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly, it's sonadow. I know it's cringe but I'm free, dammit. Outside of that I guess my favorite dynamic is jock/nerd, which you've probably gleaned from my resume here fhsdkjf.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I've been working on Teen Years and How to Survive them since I was 16, I only started making headway on it when I was 19-- so I feel like that speaks for itself hskjhg.

15. What are your writing strengths?

It's been told to me that I'm very funny and I write convincing dialog that captures a character's voice. Which is extremely flattering despite the fact that I feel like I'm tricking you all.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably scenery and landscape, if I'm honest. I also accidentally keep creating scenes just for the dialog instead of action or environment.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think as long as I can guess what they're saying from context clues, and the writer is courteous enough to include body language and the like, then it's mostly harmless. I love including a bunch of references in fic whether it's cultural, historical, or just like a quote from a movie or something so I have a bunch of tabs open regardless it wouldn't be too inconvenient for me to fire up google translate or something.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Schrodinger's Adolescent, it really opened up a lot of doors for me in the DP fandom and I got to meet a lot of cool people because of it. It really cheered me up from a dark place. And despite me writing it initially out of anger and spite its grown into this soft thing that really means a lot to me.

20. What fic are you most proud of?

Honestly, I can't pick. I'm both embarrassed by them all and yet glad they bring people some form of comfort.

Uhhhh who to tag-- I don't really know

@ten0rreaper is the only one I can think of-- whoever else I guess can have at it. I'm not very good at these things lmao.

#tag game #txt

[fanficocean]

Starting off with a Challenge

Hey Everyone! As a way to kick off the new group we have decided to host a Challenge! We’re going to have a few different types of prompts and hopefully one or two will stick out for you. We are currently working on getting more members so being a member isn't a requirement but we would love it if you come and check us out and if you like what you see feel free to join us (rules on how can be found on the page). If you wanna take part just send in an ask with the prompts of your choice and back up prompts in case the first one is gone.  Two prompts per person. You can choose any ship, pairing, oc, reader, no pairing at all, crossovers it doesn't matter we accept it ^_^

Please remember to tag @fanficocean when its done so we can see it! Also use #fanficoceanchallenge. Sign up begins today 9.2.2020 (September, 2nd 2020) and ends on 12.2.2020 (December, 2nd 2020)

The fandoms we use in the Ocean are: American Horror Story, BBC Sherlock, Black Butler, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Charmed (old), Chronicles of Narnia, Cobra Kai, Criminal Minds, Dark Angel,  DC, Doctor Who, Death Note, Farscape, Firefly, General Hospital, Gotham,  Hercules, iZombie, John Wick, Kamisama Kiss, Law & Order SVU, Lucifer, The Mandalorian, Marvel,The Mentalist, NCIS, New Girl, Once Upon A Time, One Tree Hill, The Originals, Other Disney, Ouran Highschool Host Club, Peaky Blinders, Psych,  Real Person (you can write for real people as well as fandoms (EXCEPT SPN) that actors are in, we have a few already on the tag list), Riverdale, Shameless, Sons Of Anarchy, The Sopranos, Stranger Things, The Vampire Diaries, Vampire Knight, The Walking Dead, The Witcher, Xena, Z-Nation

“I never knew it would be this difficult.” taken by @mariekoukie6661

“Don’t you just love cats?” “dammit _ get that damn thing away from me”

“Don’t go that way!”

“Do you see that? You touch it you die.”

“That’s the wrong way! Hey! Hey! Fine get yourself killed I don’t care!”

“I swear if you don’t walk away I will shoot you in the leg.”

“Can I keep him? I promise to feed him.” “You can’t keep a human as if he was a dog.” taken by @emilyshurley

“You’re beautiful and I love you but if you don’t believe me then just leave already.”

“Fine, I love you but no matter how many times I say it I will never… NEVER be able to act on it.”

“Have you considered murder?” taken by @scarletwinchester84

  “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” taken by @deanmonandnegansbitch

“I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” 

“Please, don’t say you love me” taken by @scarletwinchester84

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“Why is the coffee always gone?” taken by @rose-demica

“Stop messing with your IV”

“I think my nurse is trying to kill me.”

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!” taken by @impala-1979

“I don’t want to be alone, sleep at my place tonight?”

“Don’t lie to me, I know you’re not okay” taken by @impala-1979

“How long have I got?”

“Hang on. Where’s the baby?” taken by @rose-demica

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?”

“Well, this is new.”   taken by @myinconnely1

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared.”

“This is going to be way harder than we thought.” taken by @myinconnelly1

“This isn’t what it looks like, I swear! Okay … it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“I’m going to give you five seconds to take that back.” taken by  @winchesterswoonathon

“You have to tell her. It wouldn’t be right not to.”

“That’s it! I’m killing them all.”  “Wait, but what about the plan?”  “Forget the plan! These idiots keep getting on my nerves. They have no one to blame but themselves.” taken by @evilskank-inthemegacoven

“For what it’s worth, I don’t know much about you either.”

“Hey… what’s wrong with your face?”

“Ah yes, come in. Close the door behind you.”

“How could you do this to me?”

“You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.”

“I know this may be hard to believe, but I’m on your side.”

“Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

“Of course we’re best friends. No one else would put up with our shenanigans.”

“You found it on the beach? You know, when most people take a walk on the beach, they pick up seashells.”

“Even if I could stop it, I wouldn’t.” taken by @evilskank-inthemegacoven

“Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?” taken by @kadet-jb

“I thought we were friends!” taken by @princessmisery666

“She’s evil, but she does have a point there.”

“Does he hit you?”

“You were in a crash. Can you tell me your name?”

“We’ll need to take a blood sample to be sure.”

“I thought you were supposed to call me.”

“You should have seen it coming.”

“Knock knock.” “Who’s there?—OW! Why’d you punch me in the face?!” “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Soooo, we’re supposed to do what? Tranq it first?” “No, we’ll just waltz right over and ask the angry tiger to take a chill pill. Of COURSE, we’ll tranq it first.” taken by @kadet-jb

“How did you manage to mess this up?! All you had to do was press ‘ON’.”

“You gonna eat all that yourself?” “No.” “Can I ha—“ “—No.”

“You loved me once. I can make you love me again.”

"I really do love you. I didn't lie about that, at least . . . "

“Let’s go to hell, then. Together.” taken by @manawhaat

“Shh, rest. You can’t save the world in this state.”

“Why are you helping me? I don’t trust you.”

#fanficocean #fanficoceanchallenge

[reddieandwaiting87]

Day 8 -

Least favourite character?

As the show goes on and on and they keep bringing back every extra going and lie about how said character is a *fan fav.* my list of character's I now hate or at least don't enjoy anymore get's longer and longer.

Fo example Gabriel. (I really like Richard BTW so no hate for him.) A character I enjoyed watching BUT didn't get all the love for him cause of what he did to the boys, mostly Sam who remembers the whole time Gabriel had him trapped and was torturing him.

Gabriel did awful things but he went out standing up for his family and that made the character more interesting.

I still didn't love him but I thought he went out some what redeemed.

WELL that was till for no fucking reason (apart from the fan fav crap.) They retconned his death and ruined what little character he actual had.

Well done assholes who wouldn't STFU about him coming back, you happy now?

But as long as the list gets and the more they ruin characters I use to enjoy Lucifer, Bobby, Jack, Mary.

The character I still hate is the Mary-sue herself Charlie.

Claire is a close 2nd but at least with Claire they don't praise everything she does.

Unlike with Charlie-sue who is totes amazing at computers, when she is on screen every woman is gay and wants her and every man wants her too. She needs to remind us she is gay (and not a threat to all the little girls and their ships.) Every 5 mins her ugly face is on screen.

Everyone she meets thinks she is amazing and Dean after knowing her for what a hot minute says she is like a sister. 🤢🤮

Honestly every spn mary-sue fanfic right here.

She thinks hunting is a game and of course after reading some books she is totes amazing at that too. Then declares herself a woman of letters when she finds out about them. Fuck off

The scene where she as the nerve to complain to Sam how hard her life is now she is a *hunter* (no she isn't.) Makes me so mad. You ugly bitch, you choose to hunt cause you thought it was fun.

So of course the bitch is back again this season and it's worse cause the dead one is coming back too. Like one Charlie-sue isn't enough.

Maybe she runs off with herself. Seems like the perfect match for her......herself. 🤢🤮

Horrible character. Is the true face of a Mary-sue.

I hate when every female character get's called this but this is an actual Mary-sue character shoved into a once amazing show.

That's why her *fans* get so upset when anyone hates on her. Cause its like hating them.

So anyone reading this and who is getting annoyed. You have shitty taste and most likely writing shitty OC fanfic that even your friends don't wanna read.

#30 day challenge #anti-charlie-sue

[phynali]

SPN 15x10 Heroes’ Journey

So I kind of thought people were maybe overreacting with the hate for SPN episode 15x10 but no - it was That Bad. 

I really, really, wanted to like this episode. The actors talked about how fun it was in the pre-season press tour. There was excitement about it. I was kind of expecting another The French Mistake or Scooby-Doo type episode - canon but mostly taking the piss, not consequential to the overall plot, incredibly self-aware.

And I think it tried to be a lot of those things, but failed so utterly. And I want to a) unpack a bit of why, and b) write some fix-it interpretation that you can take or leave but that I’m gonna headcanon for my own sanity.

First, here are so many problems with this episode in what it implies about the canon and the characters.  

It says that they haven’t ever been normal. Okay, sure, I’m there. God gave them a bit of Plot Armour because they’re his favourites.  They’ve come back from the dead like a dozen times, I’ll buy that.

But then - 

Then it says that they’ve never got parking tickets, that they don’t get colds, cavities? Okaaaaay, so God gave them some extra luck and fortitude. Alright.

But then they can’t pick locks? Fight monsters? The engine fails when we know Dean has built it from the ground up, loves it obsessively, and obsesses over its maintenance? Sam can’t fucking boil pasta? Things they’ve done their entire lives are suddenly beyond them, as if they never learned nor developed a skill nor have common sense.

What the fuck?

It is absolute bullshit if taken at face-value but okay IF you set aside the canon hand-fed interpretation of what’s going on. Garth tells them that they’re suddenly experiencing ‘normal person problems’ because they are no longer the ‘heroes’.

Suddenly losing a bit of fortitude and luck doesn’t make you lose skills you’ve developed over decades or make you suddenly unable to boil water. So either we have to reject the episode, or reject the false interpretation sent our way. I choose the latter.

Think about it (let me convince you to appease my own frustration) - Chuck is a liar. We know this. Chuck is also our narrator, in canon and meta-textually. 

We know we have an unreliable narrator.

Is it not reasonable to suggest that Chuck didn’t “make them normal” or “take away their special Hero Status” and have Dean suddenly lactose-intolerant, ridden with cavities (okay that part is realistic but to suddenly feel them now?), have it so Sam, who got a full ride to Stanford University - cannot boil water and grabs hot pots with his bare hands. 

Actually for that last bit - if you’ve worked in kitchen for a long time or done a large amount of cooking, the sensitivity in your hands decreases a lot. Sam might actually be able to grab things straight out of the oven for short periods of time, or grab pots by the handles off the stove without feeling the burn the way someone like me might. My partner can do shit like that, though normally at least uses a tea towel for things straight out of the oven, but i’ve seen him do it. So Sam might do that typically and that just lends itself to my theory that - 

Chuck is fucking with them.

Chuck didn’t “make them normal” - he sent a bunch of annoying inconveniences their way to slow them down, and to undermine their confidence in their skills. Just enough that they think it’s them and not Him. That they think it’s their shine worn off, their luck run dry, their skills as never being as good as they thought - just enough hits to keep coming and uncomfortable facts that fit close enough to their lives to make them Doubt.

He is God, what does he do but deal in Faith and Doubt?

(He doesn’t like to be questioned. He knows them inside and out, knows everything about everything - including how to sew discord).

He took away their credit card that Charlie had hacked for them so they can’t move around as quick and easy, switched the flip on some of their biology (lactose intolerance, clumsiness, a head cold) to slow them down, fucked them up a bit in terms of the Impala (parking tickets, spark plugs) to stall them up. 

Not bad luck, not a loss of Plot Armour - Chuck is playing with the narrative. He wanted Sam to give up hope in the previous episode, and now he wants to weedle at that weakness. He wants them inconvenienced and down on themselves, knows that they excel when they’re faced with violence and a Big Bad but it’s like Lilith and her ‘death by a thousand cuts’. He knows it will be easier to get under their skin with a series of minor vexations that has them questioning themselves.

They are cursed. Dean is right. Cursed with God’s Wrath - which in this case looks a bit more like God’s No Good, Super Annoying Goddamn Day(s), but y’know. Whatever.

And then there’s the skills - the inability to pick locks, to fight monsters. As if a lifetime of practice and training disappears when Plot Armour does. I cannot suspend my disbelief to accept that being Normal means having no learned skills.

So although the narrative (the narrator, Chuck, God Who Art Unreliable) is telling us that they only have these skills because He wanted them to.

We must reject that interpretation of the canon. 

(Just like I wish Sam and Dean had rejected that misinterpretation of their lives.) 

God waved his hand and took away skills they’d need in a pinch. He didn’t fuck with their personalities because he likes to watch too much, but he wanted to see what they’d do if he (re)set their skills to zero: if they would learn again, if they would realize how fucked they were, make bad decisions to regain those abilities, drink blood or take on Angels or anything else vile so they might kill each other. He’s trying to get his story back on track, and lying to the audience (which now, oddly, includes the protagonists) is small change next to forcing the plot the way he wants to go.

Literally, Chuck is retconning the canon because he’s written himself into a corner, and he’s jealous of his own protagonists.

(Oddly - I think he’s kind of lying to himself too. Taking all this away and convincing himself that he gave it to them all in the first place, fucking with coincidence because these things do happen and messing with their biology because other people do have these sorts of issues. He takes all the credit for their success and therefore convinces himself it’s okay to change and take away whatever he wants, to manipulate luck and chance because hey - he’s God. They are his Creation, and therefore this is All Him, really.)

Only bad writers force the plot to go where they want irrespective of what it means about the characterization and being hard left-turn OOC. Chuck is a bad writer. We know this. Without Metatron as his editor he kind of writes complete crap? Even Becky and her purple prose had multiple critiques of his writing throughout the seasons.

So tl;dr - 

The Heroes’ Journey isn’t about Sam and Dean losing the ‘plot armour’ and bonus to skills that Chuck had given them to make them badasses with no Normal Person Problems. 

Instead, it’s an (undoubtedly unintentional from the writers and therefore ironic) exercise in unreliable narration where the audience is told the heroes are only special because someone else made them so. The creator of the in-canon narrative is retconning his own canon and trying to tell the reader it was this way all along, underneath plot armour. 

He’s also doing this because as a self-insert OC into his own story, and now the antagonist of the story who fails to realize he’s made himself the bad guy, he’s buying time, aiming to slow them down and trying to cut away at their confidence and hope.

And he succeeds - and backfires. He chips away at them only enough to frustrate, to convince them that they Are and Must Be special in order to do what needs doing. They know that they have ever lacked in heroism, and the narrator fails to convince the audience that normalcy and heroism do not go hand in hand - in part because God’s favourite or not, they aren’t the only heroes in this story.

(Thanks Garth)

PS - Building from here into 15x11, if we accept this explanation but also know they do get their “mojo” (luck) back thanks to a  Goddess, we can extrapolate that although she maybe can’t undo the changes that Chuck’s thrown their way, some of what he’s doing is based on coincidence (luck), and they should be ‘lucky’ enough to be able to access their skills despite having Chuck’s bullshit placed on them (or be lucky enough to have it removed entirely?). Luck seems a shorthand term here for so much more, something more like the suppressor/bullshit Chuck’s using on them, so I take it to mean that she basically reset the balance.

#spn #supernatural #supernatural meta #the heroes' journey #spn 15x10 #supernatural critical #i guess #oh god i wrote spn meta i'm in too deep #tooooo deeeeeeep #i was not supposed to end up part of this fandom here at the end of it #fucking whoops #but anyway i try not to wank because this show is ridiculous #unreliable narrator #and i haven't let myself be emotionally invested in it for years but #here i am #ffs #anyway #phyn rambles #phyn writes meta

[eisforeidolon]

Episode: Ouroboros

Ouroboros is a fitting title for this episode.  Not because it has a snake-creature.  Not because of the symbolism of unity or the cycle of life and death.  No, in the sense that it's such a clear, contained example of how Dabbernatural is eating itself to death through the writers' absolute incompetence at telling a compelling, coherent story.  Or perhaps it’s in the sense of being a never-ending circle of making the same exact mistake over again: Supernatural is the Winchesters' story; making them incompetent fools to highlight your nonentity OCs is always going to read badly to a large portion of your audience.

It starts out okay.  The previously seems really overlong here and I do have to wonder if they think our memories of what’s previously happened are as shit as theirs.  The episode itself, however, begins well enough with a mysterious cold open involving a MotW who has really creepy new powers.  Okay, cool!  

Except instead of actually being hunted by Sam and Dean, literally everybody is along on this fucking hunt. Remember when Sam and Dean were allowed to be competent enough to track and kill a MotW themselves, because the writers knew they were meant to be clever, resourceful, and good at their job?  Best hunters in the world?  LOL. 

Now not only do they have to drag Castiel and Jack along, fucking Rowena has joined the Hunters R Us club.  Like, I love Rowena, but COME ON.  Which doesn't even address how later in the episode, Sam can't even do his own fucking research – they call it out to fucking Maggie!  Then Sam & Dean and Jack & Cas ALL get their asses absolutely handed to them … by some random one off MotW that we're not told any reason to expect has major fighting skills.  Unlike all the things they've beaten which literally did.  COME THE FUCK ON. 

What do the Winchesters actually get to accomplish in this episode of their own goddamn show other than exist onscreen to con us into watching the Dabbernatural Gary Stu drama hour? 

Blah blah blah, interlude of characters reminding us about Dean having Michael in his head interspersed with oh no, poor sad beige woobie still has magic consumption.  [Insert totes concerned hand-wringing here, or don't, because LOL, so over it.]  The most charitable thing I can say about it is that presumably Dean talks to Castiel about the box plan again here because Castiel will actually go through with it, unlike Sam. 

Also, I'm not a vet or any kind of medical professional, but when they needed to get some antivenom, my immediate thought was, “Wait, what kind?”  I figured maybe I was wrong because surely the writers would do the bare minimum of research, but apparently not, as Wikipedia does seem to corroborate that “the specific antivenom needed depends on the species involved”.  Pretty sure that their local vet's office doesn't have Gorgon antivenom.  Even if Rowena’s magic is involved, if she can just make it magically the right thing, why on Earth would they actually even need any kind of antivenom in the first place?  Or not at least talk about getting a specific kind so it doesn’t look like they’ve got no idea what they’re on about?  As such, I can’t see this as anything but the writers yet again not bothering to put in the basic minimum of care to explain how this thing that obviously shouldn't work will now work for reasons.

I did genuinely like Sam and Rowena's playacting in the vet office, that was great!  Even Jack getting turned into a dog to lift the non-magical magical cure-all antivenom was fun. As well as Rowena chiding Sam about how what they're doing with Jack is doing exactly what she would – as she was until recently a villain. (Although again, putting aside why, if Rowena is their fucking hunting buddy buddy now, why exactly they aren't telling her what's up with Jack.  Seriously, why?)  Unsurprising that what I think actually works briefly in this episode is the character interactions powered by the skill and charisma of the actors, not anything the writers are doing.

Which brings us back to what Dabb didn't learn from Wayward: making the Winchesters (and Cas) entirely incompetent and helpless to facilitate ludicrously endowed super!kids like Jack stealing the show is insulting enough when it happens with the Gorgon, but it is straight out infuriating as the end of the whole AU!Michael arc.  Seriously, I do not get this fetish of his.

Before getting more into that, as an aside, does it matter if Cas can breathe?  I don't mean that in a “Die, Cas, die!” way, either.  I mean, he's literally an angel in a human suit, even if he's paralyzed by the thing's venom (which I'll accept that the creature can't see him but its venom still works on him because the body is more or less human {sort of, considering it's been turned into a specially constructed vessel made to break all the angel rules for reasons [to not have a supposed good guy holding a human soul permanently hostage and that whole dumb special-vessels-lol-what Lucifer interlude]}) does it really matter? Especially in that moment?  Like, if he's angel enough that the monster can't see him, he should be angel enough that mundane damage to a vessel should be nothing more than an inconvenience.  Castiel is exactly as human or angels as the writers need in at any given second. 

Speaking of which - Jack freaking out over it is another instance where he's dumb as an infant or competent as a trained adult from second-to-fucking-second to facilitate what passes for a plot, because Dabb & Co. apparently got bored and decided they'd rather go back to another round of What's Wrong With Jack, You Should Totally Care! rather than actually write a coherent story around AU!Michael.  This infant/adult thing comes up again during the conversation with Cas about humans ultimately dying where Jack suddenly doesn't get death.  Even though we had that whole. long. thing. about Jack wanting to know about his mother and talking to that therapist and her parents about her and seeing her in heaven?  Yet now we're back to LOL what is death??  Maybe angels or part angels are literally incapable of learning anything.  It would explain a lot about both Jack and Cas in recent years. 

Also, I take back the points I mentally rewarded at the beginning of the episode for actually involving a new monster taken from mythology.  It was at this point when we see that Jack kept the snake that I recalled spoilers about what happens to it and I became suspicious that literally the only reason they went to the trouble was to give Jack a pet that wasn’t cuddly enough that the audience would turn on him if he does something to it.  I don’t mind planning ahead, but when the monster hunt was such a manufactured clusterfuck of stupid and the ultimate purpose of it seems this transparent?  Sigh.

Oh noes, what if Dean doesn't wake up!? Well, for one thing, he'd be spared continuing to exist in this shitty parody of the SPN universe, so, I'm kinda thinking that might actually be a win...

Speaking of the writers just railroading the characters in random directions to get wherever they want to go regardless?  Cas's ability to heal is useless again, because of course it is.  Somehow a physical head wound is complicated by archangel possession, because sure, why the fuck not? Remember when angel powers weren't a fucking joke, as useful as a knife without the blade?  Honestly, I might even accept that another angel was unable to do anything to a human who was playing vessel to a different angel if this wasn’t just one more in a string of so. fucking. many. instances of angel powers transparently and ludicrously existing or not exactly where the “plot” decrees they do.

Likewise, Rowena, the totally most powerful witch ever?  Shrug, she can do nothing.  Except, it turns out, get handed an idiot ball to make this railroading keep going on the same dumb track.  Welcome to the club, Rowena, enjoy being half as competent as ever you were (or less!) now that you're an ally.  Again, vessel rules?  What vessel rules?  Any old archangel can just pop into any old person they want to, don'tchaknow?  Not to mention how goddamn fucking stupid Rowena would have to be to let Michael in so he “doesn't harm anyone in the bunker”.  Are you fucking kidding me?  The only thing letting him possess her is going to do is give him immediate faster access inside the bunker without any chance to prepare for his attempting to kill all the people he definitely intends to kill.  Not to mention that they turned Rowena from completely self-involved to brainlessly selfless in this episode, suddenly, because because as if nothing exists in-between.  This literally happens because the show decided it was bored and uninterested in Michael after half-heartedly playing with the character for half a season so it chopped everyone's brains out, including their own, to make him go away.  I just cannot see any other explanation for Rowena both being that dead stupid and conveniently being able to house Michael. 

The only worthwhile thing in this episode is the good riddance to bad rubbish of all the AU!hunters in the bunker finally getting wiped out.  That the show actually expects me to be in any way upset by a bunch of people who don't even fucking have names and just keep milling around in the background taking up space biting it?  Aside, from, of course, another Dabbernatural-style cardboard sue like Maggie who went from not even knowing how to hold a weapon to being the goddamn leader in a handful of episodes?  Presumably because the Winchesters are?  Yeah, no.

Even though when he actually had his powers it wasn't a foregone conclusion that Jack could effectively take on Michael?  Now that Jack doesn't have his powers, suddenly he can burn up his soul and just completely overpower Michael with the total McGuffiness of his existence for reasons.  If doing that is so powerful, and we’re stuck with this retcon about divisible souls, why can’t any old angel just burn out their vessel’s soul to get super-powered magic?  If the powers that any individual or item has have no logical consistency, and every new idea that pops into what passes for the writer’s brains is introduced as TEH MOST POWERFUL EVAH?  No conflict over supernatural powers in this show can have any legitimate narrative weight.  If the audience can’t adequately gauge the threat, it all becomes a muddle of random events that happen rather than a coherent story we can actually invest in caring about.

Look, I’m not saying that no Supernatural plot before the current era was resolved by McGuffins or random powers.  The issue here is the general issue with their use in Dabb’s era.  Jack doesn't have to work for it.  He doesn't have to figure out some complicated way to boost his powers to make it work against the most powerful archangel.   There’s no buildup for us to invest in.   There’s no sense of the characters actually working at an obstacle and earning a victory.  He's just suddenly handed this level of power to make it happen right now, at this arbitrary moment, because the show decided it was done with this arc now and could not be fucking bothered.  It makes no sense with anything we’ve been shown about the characters' powers, it makes no sense for the story actually feeling like the characters are meaningfully accomplishing anything by their legitimate merits.  It sure as fuck makes no sense for the lore.  That whole thing with Billy's books they've been harping on and on about as TEH ONLY WAY?  Which Rowena even calls back to this episode?  Nah, nevermind, tossed out the fucking window without even a goddamn handwave.  

Seriously, the Michael arc is not resolved here because the Winchesters outsmarted destiny again, or that they found some way to cleverly subvert it.  It’s not even that they worked to find a solution and finally the work paid off by them coming across something suspiciously perfect.  It’s that they waffled around for several episodes being dramatic and making literally no progress until Dabb & Co. arbitrarily and literally handed the power to end the arc to their pet joke fake!Winchester “son” because they did not care.  And yet they expect us in the audience to continue to care, even though I can not think of any other development in any other professional media I have ever consumed that was as unsatisfying and honestly infuriating as this pile of haphazard bullshit.

#negativity for ts #anti dabb #writer incompetence #what the fuck even was this episode? #long post #spn 14x14 #spn season 14

[marypsue]

an author meme because @viletorpedo tagged me and I think we may have descended into a vicious author meme tagging cycle

Author Name: MaryPSue. My ffn is different, but also now defunct, so I don't see much purpose in putting that username here. This was a username I chose when I first signed up for tumblr back in 2011, based on a whim and the main character of a parody webcomic I was considering making. (It never came to fruition.) 

Fun fact: the 'P' doesn't stand for anything and is really just there for aesthetic purposes, though it has variously been used as an initial for Perfect, Pitch, and Perdita depending on context and circumstance.

Fandoms You Write For: Anything moderately popular which has either a dead kid as the main character, a fraught central sibling relationship, a female character Cursed With Awesome, or all of the above. Probably best known for stuff for Gravity Falls (and Gravity Falls Transcendence AU) and Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood fandoms, though I'm currently exercising my right to be the most basic of fandom bitches by primarily pouring my energy into canons where Tom Hiddleston portrays a dark-haired woobie who thinks of nothing but murder all day. (I know there's got to still be at least a ghost of a Crimson Peak fandom out there somewhere, dammit.)

Where You Post: Here, and AO3. Most things end up in both places, though I don't know what tumblr's policies re: links and the main search are anymore so often there isn't an AO3 link included on my tumblr fic posts.

Most Popular One-shot: By kudos, that'd have to be...A Semi-Normal Life (Gravity Falls, Transcendence AU)! I didn’t expect this one. 

Most Popular Multi-chapter Story: Again going by kudos, Raising Stakes (Gravity Falls). 

Favourite Story You Wrote: Picking just one is very hard, but I'm going to put in a good word, at this close date to Halloween, for Samhain (Rise of the Guardians, Guardians of Childhood). You don't need any familiarity with the source material to read this one; it's a ghost story and a romance and a tragedy with what is arguably a happy ending. Well, a happy ending for a ghost story.

Story You Were Nervous To Post: Definitely all of them, though I'll admit to a particular anxiety about posting others (MCU, Thor). Partly because the last thing I'd posted had not been working out on the writing end and I had to take it down because I was so unhappy with it (something I'd only done once before in my entire fic career) and I was completely unable to tell whether this was any better; partly because of the subject matter; partly simply because I have avoided a good 90% of all the MCU movies, especially the crossover-y Avengers ones, and so did not have the level of knowledge of canon that I like to have before posting things so I can be sure I haven't got simple details wrong. (Changing things deliberately from canon is one thing. Not knowing a thing which might turn out to have bearing on a fic is quite another.)

How Do You Choose Your Titles: Sometimes they're a bad pun that's relevant to the plot, premise, or themes of the story; sometimes they're stolen song lyrics or snippets of poetry; and recently I've caved and just started giving my silly working titles to oneshots, or titling them like episodes of Friends. (The SPN/MCU Thor crossover that I ended up taking down got the positively insipid and overused, if extremely relevant, Lana Del Rey lyric title 'gods & monsters' when I posted it, but the working title and probably the title I should have actually given it was 'oh whats THIS hot topic clearance bin nonsense now'.)

Do You Outline: Sort of.

Complete: 118 works and counting!

In Progress: Something Borrowed, Something Blues (Gravity Falls, Transcendence AU) and Imbalance (The Adventure Zone: Balance).

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: I'm sitting on a Crimson Peak/Haunting of Hill House (the novel, not any of the adaptations) crossover for Halloween that I'm really excited to share. I'm really thrilled with how it's turned out! It's a little experimental, a little romantic, a little queer, and hopefully a lot creepy.

Other than that, I've got a couple of continuations of things sitting in Drafts Limbo (there is some kind of ending in the works for The Family Business, though I have no idea how long it'll take to get there, and I have a host of ideas but no solid plot for what happens next in Girls In White Dresses), and some things I haven't shared because I'm not sure they're finished or that there's an audience for them or that they wouldn't be better off with the serial numbers filed off (a series of casefics where Dean Winchester gets cursed into a female body and is Not Particularly Happy About It At All, a definitely very hilarious probably non-canon-compliant oneshot where Darcy Lewis starts to suspect her new roommate is the supervillain of the week in disguise), but mostly my ideas lately have tended towards origfic. (Please. I have so many ideas and so many OCs for origfic. Help me.)

Do You Accept Prompts: Only if I announce I'm taking prompts on this blog. It does happen, though not as often as it used to.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited To Write: Hm. Well, right now I'm juggling ideas for two or three silly romance novels: one that's a thinly-veiled Mystery Trio AU featuring incubi; one where a burnt-out author of paranormal romances goes on vacation and ends up having to solve a murder that looks like it was committed by a werewolf to clear her name; and one that's a Hallmark seasonal romance movie for Halloween, where a high-powered marketing director comes home and ends up getting involved in the effort to save an old inn, which turns out to be haunted by an amorous ghost.

I've also got a couple of Stephen King-esque horror stories set in small rural towns that prominently feature flashbacks, and one mystery/thriller in the vein of definitely not bfu rpf where I've deliberately badly filed the serial numbers off the MCU's stable of actors to look at what happens when a megacorporation decides that its contracts should give it absolute control, not only of its actors' bodies, but also their minds. (That sounds...so serious and meaningful when I put it like that. Don't be fooled, it's 100% an excuse to reimagine the Avengers as a bunch of competent women who are actually friends, and also do that 'what if actors started becoming their characters' thing that's always fascinated me, with a side of social commentary blatantly tacked on.)

But...no real plans to write anything that's going to get posted anytime soon, sorry. Unless y'all are particularly interested in my original fiction.

Tagging: @gretchensinister, @pingnova, @seiya234, and anyone else who I didn't tag the first time I think this came around and who wants to do it.

#chatter #'see? im self-aware! i mock my own interests first so you can't!' she screams into the void

[weirddemiwood]

Surviving Chapter 1

Fandom: Supernatural & Walking Dead

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warning: swearing, violence (its spn and twd, duh)

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I woke up, lying in what seemed to be a forrest. Standing up I looked around and only saw trees. “Dean! Sam!” I yelled out but didn’t get an answer. I started walking in some direction till I saw two people, a man and a woman. They walked together as if they were very close and they had messy hair as if the had just been....together. “hey!” I yelled out and hoped that they were friendly. The man spun around, a gun in his hand. I rose my hands above my head to show that I was no harm. “I need help. I lost my group and can’t find them.” I told them. I walked closer and recognized the two people. “Shane? Lori?” I asked. “Katy?” Lori asked. I nodded. A grinn spread on Loris face. “You survived.”

We arrived at a camp site. Lori and Shane had told me of them being with a group and said I could stay till I find mine again. “Everyone, listen up! This is Katy.....whats your last name again?” Shane asked. “I’m Katy Dixon-Singer.” I told the people that stood infront of us now. “She worked with me a year long. She’s a cop.” Shane told them. Well, that wasn’t exacly true. I was a huner and only a cop for a year when Sam was in hell, at least that was what Dean and I thought.

 “Dixon like daryl and Merle?” a woman with blond hair asked. I tensed. Although I hadn’t heared those names in years, I knew that they where my brothers’ names. “I had two brothers called that.” I said. “Maybe our Darly and Merle are your Daryl and Merle.” the blond said with a small smile. I just nodded. Did I want to meet my brothers after all this years? Maybe they weren’t even them. I should’t get my hopes up. After all, I had to find Dean, that was the most important thing.

Two men were working on a RV. I could help them, Dean had thought me a lot about stuff like that but I figured that they were working good on their own. The blond, who’s name I had learned was Amy, paced around and talking about some people that should have been there by now. I watched Shane teach a kid how to make knots and when I stepped closer I noticed that it was Carl, Ricks son. I had figured that Rick was most probably dead since he wasn’t with his family but I didn’t want to ask since I hated it when people asked me stuff like that. “Hello Basis Camp.....can anyone hear me out there?........Basis Camp, here is T dog.....does anyone hear me?” came a voise from the rv. I looked towards it and saw one of the man that were fixing the rv  approaching the speaker.The Voice said something again but I couldn’t understand it. “He says they are stuck.” Shane said. “He said, on a department store.” Lori added. “Thats what I heard too.” I said.“Shane-” Lori begann but was cut off. “no way, we can’t drive to them, because then we would risk the lifes of the rest of the group.” “So we just leave them there?” Amy asked. “Amy, I know it’s not easy.” Shane told her. “She went voluntary, to help the rest of us.” She exclaimed. I was missing something here. “She knew the risks right?” Shane asked. “And if she gets captured, she’s dead. We have to live with that. We can’t do anything. ” he added. “She’s my sister you Asshole.” Amy said and stormed off. Lori walked after her. “Don’t worry, everything is fine boy.” Shane said and ruffled Carls hair.

“hey whats that?” someone called out. “what’s wrong Dale?” Shane asked. “I can’t say yet.” he answered. There was a noise sounding like an alarm system of a car. “Is it them? Are they back?” Amy asked hopefully. Dale and Amy continued talking as a red Car sped towards us. It stopped infront of us and a korean man stepped out. “Would you put that off?” Dale asked referring to the alarm system that was still ringing. “I don’t know how.” the man admitted.

They all started discussing while I popped open the front of the car and pulled out a whire which made the siren stop. Amy was questioning the newcomer while he assured her that her sister was fine. “Everything is fine. With the other ones too....Well, not so much with Merle.” I tensed. After all, he could be my brother. 

“Are you crazy driving up here with that thing? Did you want to lure all the walkers here?” Shane asked angryly. “Walkers?” I asked. “Thats what we call the dead.” Lori said. I nodded. How did you call them?” Carl asked. I smirked “Dumb-Ghouls” before he could asked why we called them that, a truck came along the dirt road. A blond woman came out of the back. “Amy!” she called out. “Andrea!”

“Good that you’re all back again.” Dale said. “How did you come out?” Shane asked. “The new one” Glenn, the Korean said.”he helped us.” “the new one?” Shane asked. “Yes, a crazy guy. Suddenly appeared in the city. Hey Hellicpter man! Say Hello.” A man called out. Another man stepped out of the truck and i instantly recognized him. “The man is a cop like you”

“Oh my god.” Rick said as he approached his family. “Dad! Dad!” Carl yelled happily. ((A/N: WAS I THE ONLY ONE WITH TEARS IN THE EYES AT THIS SCENE???)). Rick hugged his son and picked him up while walking to his wife.

It was night and we were sitting around a camp fire while Rick was telling us how he got to the group when the subject fell to my persumed brothers. “Ever thought about Daryl Dixon? He won’t be happy that you left his brother behind.” Dale said. “I’ll tell him that I dropped the key.” T dog answered. “I chained him up. It was my fault.” Rick told them both. “What?” I asked. All eyes fell on me and I guess that was when Rick really realized who I was. “Katy? Your sirname is Dixon-Singer right? You know him?” I shrugged and Shane explained. “He could be her brother but she doesn’t know for sure.” They continued to talk about Daryl again and I zoned out, thinking about the few memories I had from my brothers before I ran away. 

#the walking dead #supernatural

[kyber-kisses]

Calling Out (Part 2)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Find Part 1 HERE

Warnings: description of injuries, near death experience, hospitals. . . angst.

Summary: when a case goes sideways leaving the reader in the hospital, Dean, Sam, and Charlie search desperately for a way to help her. . . But time is running out.

A/n: ok so I know it’s been literal months since I wrote the first part but it was only since yesterday that inspiration finally struck! Hope you enjoy! (also all the medical stuff i just searched so if you actually know your stuff please don’t attack me.)

“Charlie, Sam- please tell me you’ve found something.”

Shoulders slumping Dean let out another sigh, halting his pacing momentarily to look over at the duo seated across the otherwise empty waiting room.

Pacing. He had been doing so much of that lately, especially ever since your monitors went crazy and all of a sudden he, (alongside Sam and Charlie) was being pushed out of your room by several nurses. Dean had tried fighting against them, not wanting to leave you in the hands of strangers. What if you woke up? What if you had no idea where you were? What if something happened and you didn’t- Dean quickly shook his head in an attempt to clear the terrible thoughts from his head. No, you were going to be fine. You were always fine. You were the strongest out of all of them.

But all he could think about was how sudden it had been. You were fine one second and the next? Your heart monitor was going insane and your chest was rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm and he thought he was watching you die. Your eyes still closed, locking you in a monster induced coma.

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt that scared.

It also didn’t help that that had all happens hours ago. Hours. Hours of pacing back and forth, back and forth until he thought his legs might fall off.

“No, sorry Dean. I’ve raked through everything we had on djinns but I can’t find anything.”

The older Winchester let out another groan before turning to the redhead next to his brother. “Charlie?” He tried, a twang of hopefulness in his voice.

“I’m still looking. If I do find something you’ll be the first person I tell.”

Running a slightly shaky hand through his hair, Dean continued his pacing. If he wasn’t careful he might wear tracks in the sandpaper like carpet.

“Dean, do you really want to be talking about the case right now?” Sam questioned, closing the book he had in front of him so he could give his brother his attention. “I mean, Y/N-“

“I literally want to talk about anything that isn’t the possibility of Y/N dying in the other room.” Dean stopped again, his voice ever so slightly cracking as he spoke.

Dean watched as Sam opened his mouth, clearly ready to speak. . But was stopped short when the massive set of doors behind him swung open, the nurse from earlier stepping out into the waiting room, clipboard in hand. It didn’t even take Dean a second before he was spinning around to give her his full attention. His heart sinking lower into his chest at the expression on her face.

“Y/N, is she-“ he couldn’t bring himself to say the word. Afraid that if he muttered it it might come true.

You weren’t dead. You weren’t.

“We’ve done what we could, but she’s stable for now.”

“What happened?” Pushing himself out of his own seat, Sam crossed the waiting room with Charlie close on his heels.

“It’s called a primary spontaneous pneumothorax. It typically happens when there is a rupture of a small air sac on the outside of the lung. This causes air to leak into the cavity around the lung.” The nurse explained, tucking her board under her arm. “ it caused a partial lung collapse but it wasn’t too sever meaning it’s possible for it to heal on its own. As of right now she only needs oxygen and rest.”

Dean was silent as he tried to comprehend what she had said. She made it seem like everything was going to be fine. . . But none of it sounded fine at all. You were still in a magically induced coma and looking like you got run over by a freight train. Now you had a partially collapsed lung to add to it all.

“Ok. . . But how did this happen? I thought she was stable?” He finally spoke, running a hand over his mouth as he tried to wrap his head around it.

“Her fractured rib was the probable cause of it, but we’re keeping a close eye on her still. Don’t you worry.” She smiled.

She fucking smiled.

Dean bit his tongue so he didn’t lash out. Don’t worry? That’s all he had been doing. That all he was going to do until you were safe and fully healed.

“You’re welcome to go back and see her.”

“Is she still-“

“Unconscious? I’m afraid so.” The nurse nodded. “We’re looking for a cause to that as well.”

“Well you’re not gonna find one.” Dean muttered softly under his breath, already turning to head towards the room you had previous been set up in. He had already been separated from you for too long.

It took everything in the hunter not to book it full speed down the mostly empty hallway towards your room, his heart thumping a staccato rhythm in his chest. He had left Charlie and Sam in the dust to collect their laptops and lore books- but he didn’t care. He needed to be near you. Watching over you. Keeping you safe from threats that doctors couldn’t handle.

When he stepped into your room he saw another nurse still at your bedside tapping at things on the monitor while glancing over at you every few seconds or so. Other than that the room was empty.

“She’s doing well all things considered.” The dark haired nurse nodded, looking over her shoulder at Dean momentarily before going back to her task. “You’re wife’s a tough one. She should pull through.”

“Oh she not my-“ he started, pushing down the sudden heat that had invaded his cheeks.

“Well anyway, she’s lucky to have someone who cares so much about her.” Backing away, the nurse gathered her things and walked out the door, passing Sam and Charlie as she did.

As the older Winchester stepped closer to the bed he felt his heart drop all over again. You looked worse than last time. Your skin was several shades paler and your cheeks were getting hollow. It didn’t help that your injuries were taking forever to heal. Sure it had only been a week since this all happened, but you looked so weak, so fragile. And those were words that should never be used to describe you.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?” Unable to tear his eyes from you, Dean only lent his ears to his brother, resuming his spot from before and slipping his hand into yours. Your pulse allowing him to let out a sigh of relief.

“Charlie and I were talking, and we thought we might try the library a few blocks away. See if they have any more lore books we can look through.”

“Yeah, yeah. You kids go have fun.” He muttered , shifting ever so slightly to wipe a strand of hair away from your eyes, being careful not to disturb the oxygen tube. One wrong move and he was afraid you might shattered like china.

“Dean, you need a break too. The nurses will watch over her.” Sam sighed, re-adjusting his belongings in his arms.

“I got one when we were stuck in that waiting room for several hours. I’m fine.”

“Sams right, Dean. You at least need to sleep-“

“Charlie, I said I’m fine.” Letting out another sigh, Dean allowed his elbows to rest on the side of your hospital bed, resting his cheek on the back of your hand. “Call me if you guys find anything.”

Drawing in a breath, Sam gave into defeat before sharing a look with the red-head. Neither of them had ever seen Dean like this and it was just another thing to add to the growing list of concerns.

“Alright, fine. Do you at least want us to pick you up some food?”

“I don’t care.” The words leaving Dean so quietly that they almost didn’t hear it.

Giving you and Dean one last look the two left the room once more, carrying most of the hope with them. Deans was fading. He didn’t want it to but he couldn’t stop it. He was afraid.

“You are not allowed do die on me, you got that?” He swallowed, already feeling a lump form in his throat. “I’ve got some really important things I need to say to you so I’m gonna need you to get better.”

Dean paused once more, contemplating whether or not to say the words bouncing around inside his head. He’d never said them out loud before. Even just thinking about it made his tongue feel like lead. . .But no one was here. No one was listening.

“You know, I didn’t want to fall in love. Not at all. Because this life, you know- you can’t afford getting close. There’s a good chance it will slip away if you do. . . But at some point you smiled, and holy shit, I blew it.” He squeezed your hand gently, praying that you would open your eyes at any second. “Maybe it was just bound it happen. I’ve known you for so long. . . Anyways I’m gonna need you to pull through because I want to say it to your face. I can’t lose you. Not now, not ever.”

Leaning back in his seat, Dean raked his freehand through his hair (a nervous tick he had picked up over the years.) watching you sadly. Sam and Charlie would find something. He knew they would.

“C’mon Y/N, you gotta wake up.”

To Be Continued. . .

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[kyber-kisses]

Too Soon (Part 1)

Dean Winchester x Reader

A/n: This is my rewritten/edited part one to Too Soon! Since Season 15 is coming back soon I thought I would go through and edit the chapters. I hope y'all enjoy! ( Also I will only be tagging the spn taglist for the first part, as not to annoy some people. If you want to be updated on this series just send me an ask!)

Warnings: Worried!Dean, character death, season 14 spoilers.

Summary: When the reader is suddenly killed by Jack, a series of events unfolds that leaves both the alive and the deceased stunned.

“Hello Y/N, my name is Jessica.”

The voice was sudden, making you whirl around on the spot, hands reaching for your gun purely out of instinct. Your eyes instantly locked on a lone female before you, eyebrows knotting together in confusion. Just a moment ago you had been talking to Jack.

Now. . .well now he was nowhere to be seen.

“Forgive me for asking but where the hell did you come from?” You questioned, taking a step closer to the unknown woman.

“I’m a reaper. I’m here to lead you to your next life.”As she said it, you could see a gentle smile slip onto her face, for an instant you swore you caught a hint of sadness or pity hidden within her eyes as well. You took a step back, mind reeling with the answer she had just given you.

“That- that can’t be right. Because if that were true. That would mean- that would mean I’m dead. And I-I can’t be dead.” You stumbled over the words, trying desperately to make sense of what was happening.

No. No you couldn’t be dead. That didn’t make sense.

“I’m sorry. I understand that you're shock.” Jessica stepped forward, reaching out her hand, waiting patiently for you to take it, clearly prepared to take you through the veil-- But you didn’t notice. Your mind was trying to piece together what had happened.

Jack. You had been talking to Jack. He was upset and angry and you had been trying to calm him down. He was yelling, god he was yelling so much- and then there was a blast.

Blast.

“Oh god.” Your hand flew to your mouth as your mind caught up to you. You knew deep down Jack never meant to hurt you, but you also knew he could still be unpredictable at times. You felt the burn of oncoming tears in your eyes as your body sunk the the ground, heels pressing hard into the eye sockets.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Your head was spinning at a million miles an hour until it hit a brick wall of one solid thought that towered above all the rest.

Dean. Oh no, Dean didn’t know. Neither did Sam or Cas. A choked sob left your lips as the tears finally spilled over your lashes. That one person repeatedly flashing in your mind. Dean. You had known him practically all your life, and loved him for at least half of it. You always told yourself that one day you would tell him. Except now with your current situation, that was clearly never going to happen.

Dean. Dean with his big green eyes, and freckled splashed face,Dean with his dumb jokes and secretly dorky personality.  There were so many things you loved about that man, from the way he laughed to the terrible jokes he cracked and everything in between. His rare but big smile and his even bigger heart. You were never supposed to fall in love with your best friend, but its a difficult thing not to do when that person was Dean.

You flinched slightly when Jessica knelt down in front of you, forgetting the reapers presence.

“Don’t worry. He loved you too, and for a very long time I might add.”

You looked up into Jessica’s eyes, your own slightly glazed with confusion.

“How do you know?” the question leaving your lips in barely a whisper as you fought to ignore the hot tears trekking down your face. Jessica stood up, waiting for you to rise to her level.

“I’ve been watching over you and the Winchester’s for a long time. I pay attention.” She smiled. You nodded, immediately seeing that she was telling the truth. She reached out her hand again.

“Are you ready to go?”

Ready to go? That was such a heavy question. You had never exactly feared death. In truth it was just another beginning, right? You paused, thinking it through. There was nothing else for you to do here. You couldn't just stride back into the land of the living and back to your life and family. The only option was to take her outstretch hand.

“As long as you promise to do something for me.” You stated firmly, sliding your hand into hers before rising to your feet with a shaky breath.

“Of course. Anything.” She smiled. You nodded again, finally accepting your fate you reached out and took her hand.

*. *. *. *.

Dean knew something was wrong the moment you didn’t pick up your phone. You were the type of person to always answer no matter what. It was a rarity if you didn't answer. So when the phone went through its cycle of rings eventually getting to your voicemail, he took a deep inhale to calm himself.

“Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call. I’m just waiting for more important people to call. If I hear your message and deem you worthy or the title “important,” I will think about calling you back, but for now. Bye!”-Beep-

Lowering his phone from his ear, Dean looked down at the screen, your profile picture staring brightly up at him. Your face scrunched as you stuck your tongue out. In any other occasion he probably would have smiled, but instead he just let out a light “Damn it-” before slipping it back into his pocket.

He hated that you had ventured out alone to go find Jack. He should have gone with you. He should have dropped everything and just gone with you. Now you could be in trouble and in need of assistance. What if you were injured . . .or worse?

The Winchester brothers then proceeded to launch into action the moment they agreed something was not right. They had Rowena going through every page of the Book of the Damned looking for a tracking spell, and Cas was trying to find Jacks last known whereabouts.

“Anything?” Dean huffed, momentarily stopping his continuous pacing to look over at his brother, who was currently hunched over his laptop trying desperately to track Jacks phone. They had tried tracking yours earlier, only to find your phone sitting on one of the vacant tables in the library untouched and almost out of battery . He expected Sam to respond with yet another Nope but was surprised when he heard something else.

“Dean, check this out.” Sam swiveled his laptop around to face him, pointing at Jacks icon.

“Wait- is he flying?” The two brothers watched as the icon pinged to another location, and then another before landing firmly on an empty area in Nebraska. After a minute of no change, Dean was rushing towards the door, wrapping his jacket around him and grabbing the keys to the impala.

Sam knew there was no holding his brother back, especially when it came to your safety. The younger Winchester exhaled before slamming the laptop shut and following the fading heels of his brothers boots.

*. *. *.

Dean had practically been white knuckling the steering wheel since he slipped into the drivers seat. He was silently trying to calm himself down, but it just wasn’t working.

You were fine. You were fine. You were safe and alive and completely out of harms way. You were fine.

“Oh crap.” Sam's sigh of frustration yanked Deans eyes away from the road.

“What?” His voice thick with worry as he watched his brother flick through his phone.

“I lost Jacks signal. His phone must have died.”

The older Winchester let out a string of curses before slamming his foot harder on the gas. And with that a two hour drive was cut down to a smooth 45 minutes.

Dean immediately made out your car when the slowly pulled to a stop at the end of the old dirt road the gps had sent them down, the vehcile parked alone in front of an old run down cabin. The impala had barely been put into park before the older Winchester was launching himself out of his seat and running foreword, flashlight in hand.

“You go inside, I’ll check around back.”

“Got it.”

It didn’t take long for Dean to find something out of the ordinary, as he stepped through the trees his eyes widened, jade irises filled with confusion and worry. He didn’t have to call for Sam before he heard the loud footsteps running towards him. No words were exchanged as Dean knelt down, running his fingers along the earth, pulling up ash. The light of their flashlights panning over the charred and blackened earth that stretched out for several yards.

Dean needed to find you, and quickly . . .

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[fictionalabyss]

My hero.

Pairing : Sam, Dean, Various background OC’s. Word count : 2,119 Written for : @spnaubingo Square filled : Director!Sam Warnings : Angst, canon violence, murder, it ends better than it starts.

SPN AU & Trope Bingo Masterlist.

“Cut!” Sam yelled, when the actor missed his cue again. “Has anyone seen James?” He got up and glanced around, everyone just kind of shrugged. “No one? How the hell does a guy dressed as a werewolf just vanish?”

“Maybe he ran off with the dog from stage three.” Someone shouted out and a few people laughed.

“Funny, real funny.” Sam rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Break until we find James.” People started putting things down, and the boom guy was shaking his arms out. “A hundred bucks to anyone who can scare him and make him piss his pants. He deserves it for this.”  

He saw a couple of guys high five each other, already working out what they would do to mess with James. There was plenty they could do, this was a horror shoot, after all.  Sky's the limit.

It was about three hours later when a scream echoed through the studio. At first, no one really paid much attention, again, horror set, plus Sam had put up a price on scares. Anyone could easily walk into someone else's trap. Sam had, twice already. Everyone got a laugh out of that.

But it was when his leading lady ran out of a small nook between sets and puked in a garbage can that his interest was peaked.  “Lorna?” he walked over, pulling her hair aside as her stomach empty itself again. “What's going on, make-up department got you good? I almost shit my pants before..” he lied, chuckling softly. They got him good, he'd admit that, but it wasn't that good, at least not to him, not with how he grew up. To anyone else though, they’d  react like this.

“N-not a t-trick.” she heaved, more bile coming out just thinking of it.

“What?” She pointed over to where people were starting to gather around the small opening. “Okay, hang on. Chris, come get Lorna back to her trailer, alright? Stay with her, anything she needs, got it?” One of the camera guys came over and nodded.

Sam didn't leave her side until she was able to stand again. He watched Chris lead her towards one of the exits, and then he made his way to the growing crowd. Two more people throwing up, and everyone covering their mouths in horror.

As soon as the body was in view, he knew it was no prank, no trick. He hadn't seen a body like that since he quit the family business for good. “Get everyone out of here.” he told one of the stage hands. “No one leaves just yet but, but they can't stay in here..”

“Sam-”

“I'll call, just.. get everyone out of here.”

As people were herded away and off the sound stage, Sam moved closer to the body and pulled out his phone.  First, he called 911. Then it took a few more calls, but he got the number he needed and called it.

“Yeah?”

“Dean, hey.” Sam almost smiled to himself, hearing his brothers voice.

There was silence for a minute. “Sam?”

“Yeah. How are you, Dean?”

“Peachy. What do you need, I'm driving.”

“I need you to come to California.”

“Why would I go to California?”

“I've got a dead body and a missing heart-”

“Not my jurisdiction, call Bobby, hell send someone.”

“I've been working with this guy for months, and he just turned up dead ten feet from me.” There was quiet on the line again. “Come on, Dean. Please.”

“I'll get there when I get there.”

“Thanks. Maybe while you're here, we can-” The line went dead and Sam sighed. “catch up.” he muttered to himself, putting the phone down. He had started to believe he was out of that life. But no one's ever really out, are they?

“Sam?” There was a knock on his trailer door before it opened. “There’s an FBI guy here to see you. Agent Hammett?”

“Yeah.” Sam stood as the PA moved out of the way and revealed Dean. “Come on in.” Sam nodded to the PA, and she hurried off. The police had been in and out questioning people since yesterday, and it was her job to keep track of who was where of the people left on set waiting their turn. “Hey.” He smiled to his brother.

“Thought the plan was to be some big shot lawyer?”

Sam sighed. “Plans change, Dean.”

“Mhmm.” Dean glanced around the trailer. “The body already got hauled away.” Sam almost sighed again, but nodded. “Werewolf?”

“Yeah.”

“Any idea who?” Sam shook his head. “What, Sam?” He gave his brother an annoyed look. “Why are you looking at me like that.”

Sam licked his lips. “Nothing but case, huh?”

“It’s why I’m here. I’m gonna go check out the body.” He started to leave the trailer.

“Dean-”

“You left, Sammy.” Dean turned to his brother. “You walked away from us, not the other way around.” Dean walked out and slammed the door.

Sam dropped down onto the couch with a sigh, head going in his hands. Part of him knew seeing Dean again would be difficult, but he had hoped his brother would be happy to see him again.

Eventually filming resumed after about a week. There was no reason to keep holding it off, but Sam made sure people had time and someone to talk to if they needed it. Sam was watching the scene play out before him, it had taken a week for Casting to re-cast the werewolf, but here they were, filming again. Re-doing old scenes. This one had two young kids fighting off a werewolf.

“What the hell is this?” Dean’s voice pulled Sam from his thoughts, and he turned to see the glowering look of his big brother. “You better be fucking kidding me, Sam.”

“Dean-” Dean stormed off leaving the set. “Cut!” Sam yelled. “Take five.” He told them, getting up and hurrying after Dean. “Dean!” The door to the lot slammed shut before Sam could reach it. His hand shot out to push it open and he stepped out into the cool air, following Dean to the Impala across the space. “Dean!”

“Who gave you the right to tell my damn story!” Dean turned and glared.

“It’s my story too, Dean.” Sam stopped just a few feet away. “This is how I deal with everything.” He gestured around him. “Every crazy damn thing that happened to us, I make something of it. I can’t just bottle it away, I can’t pretend to be normal.”

“Leave me out of your movies, Sam.” Dean growled. “You want to tell your fucking story, fine. But keep me out of it. I’m tired of seeing my memories on the fucking screen. I’d like to forget some of them too. And this one?” He gestured towards the sound stage. “Didn’t have a fucking happy ending for me, in case you forgot. I almost fucking lost you! Dad railed on me. You putting that in your fucking movie?”

“You- you’ve seen them..”

“Of course I’ve seen them. You’re my brother.” Dean’s anger faltered for a moment, replaced with hurt. “Why do you think I’m so pissed at you? I don’t want people talking about my life, Sam. I don’t want people knowing.” He turned, and got into the car, slamming the door and driving away.

Dean didn’t talk to Sam again unless he had to for the case. It hurt, but he dealt with it in stride. Sam sat in the security booth, watching the cameras set up around the lot. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Turning to that screen, he watched as Dean skulked around on his set.

His eyes continued to scan the screens. “Dean.” He had Dean on speaker phone, while Dean had a headphone in one ear listening for him. “Just saw something out on the lot. But there’s other guards and shit out there, you need to lure him in-”

“I know how to do my damn job, Sam.” Dean grumbled. “Just tell me where it is.”

Sam sighed and gave his brother the location and watched from screen to screen as his brother moved, almost gracefully, through the set towards the exit.

It hadn’t taken Dean long to figure out that a nearby pack was targeting Sam after Dean had killed one of their brothers a few weeks months prior. One of them got hired as security for the lot, and that was their in. Dean appeared in the lot, by the cars, and Sam sat back, relaxing. This would all be over soon.

“Dean!” Sam shot back up. “Two more, on your six.”

“Shit.” Dean mumbled, since he had the first guy in his sights.

“Another coming this way..” Sam mumbled. “I got this one. Then I’m coming to you.”

Before Dean could even answer, Sam was stuffing his phone in his pocket and grabbing a hold of something to swing until he could get to his set. Luckily for Sam, the hunter inside never fully left. He kept small unnoticeable things lying around just in case. And the kitchen set was home to a silver knife, tucked away in the knife block on the counter. Sam just had to get to it.

Sam blessed his long legs as he ran for it. A werewolf had speed on their side, but Sam had long legs, so he was pretty quick too. Not quick enough, but quick. He got slammed hard, and sent flying. He blessed his luck that he was thrown right onto the set he needed, body slamming against the counter and cracking the cupboard door.

He pulled himself up as the man moved closer, sneering at him. “Blood for blood. A brother for a brother.” Sam staggered, holding himself up on the counter as he grabbed at large butcher knife, pulling it from its block. “What’s that gonna do?”

“I might not hunt anymore, but I’m not a idiot.” Sam sidestepped a lunge and stabbed him where his lungs would be. “It’s silver, asshole.”

Once they were dead, and the brothers got the bodies off the lot and dealt with, Dean left with barely a word to his brother. It was almost a year later when some mail found it’s way to him, through Bobby.

Seeing Sam’s name, he sighed and opened it, finding an invitation to the opening of the movie. Shaking his head, Dean tossed it aside. Ignoring it, he continued on with his life, his hunts. Getting his anger out by slashing and shooting shit, banging women and drinking a little too much.

Until the day of. He hadn’t slept that night, his eye going to his bag where the invitation sat. He had tried to leave it behind, wanted to burn it with a body, but he kept tucking it back in his bag and moving on to the next place. But today, he couldn’t shake it.

“Son of a bitch.” He grumbled as he got up and got dressed before storming out of the room and checking himself out.

He skipped the red carpet crap. Stood on the sidelines and watched everyone fuss over his little brother. He headed in once everyone was seating and the place started getting dark. He could see his brother glancing over to the seat that was reserved for him, but Dean stayed where he was, standing in the back.

Dean watched as memories he’d rather forget flashed on the screen for everyone to see. There were slight changes, it was a movie after all, but he knew how it had really gone down, and his jaw clenched. He wanted to walk out, he wanted to be mad, and leave. But he stood there, watching. Sam was turning their horrors into horror movies and he hated that people loved them. If only they knew the truth of how real it all was.

But when the screen faded to black at the end, and the credits should have rolled, instead there was a message.

Dedicated to my big brother, who was always my hero. Even now.

Dean teared up and glanced to Sam who was looking sadly over at the empty seat. Pulling out his phone, he text the number that had called him that one time almost a year ago.

<< You know I hate chick flick moments. Bitch.

People started to file out, his view of Sam obscured, and then the seat was empty.

>> Dean?

<< Back of the theater.

Dean stood waiting, as people continued to leave. And suddenly, he could see a giant trying to make his way back in. “You came.” Sam breathed out as he finally got through the people.

“Of course I came. You’re my brother.”

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