#literally i have so many fucking notes...... wait till i get to the sam ones

[angelkissiies]

sweets

archangel gabriel x reader

CW/TW : restlessness, talk of porn, sensuality, fluff, romance, literal soul bonding moment, upset brothers, cheeky gabriel, slight nsfw (like barely).

word count : 2021

a/n : this is completely based off of a tag i started using about a year ago “if gabriel was sucking on a lollipop and then transferred it into my mouth I wouldn’t be depressed anymore lol” so enjoy!

The library was incredibly dull, more than usual today it seemed. None of the books drew your attention, you tried to study the lore in your spare time- seeing as you weren’t as seasoned as Sam and Dean, but today it was just incredibly hard to find the drive. The spines were cracked and breaking down, pages filled with hard to read notes that the previous men of letters had left for future generations. The restlessness that had pulled you out of bed persisted, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself.

It was 3:25am, the bunker was dead silent other than the slight hum of electrical energy circulating through the decades old machinery in the control room. You sat silently at the research tables, fingers grazing over the spines of the books you’d chosen from the shelf earlier. You could only wonder how many hands had touched this same book, how many times it had been used to save lives- but here you were, dreading even looking at it.

With a huff you stood up and made your way through the winding hallway that connected to the kitchen, you felt around on the wall for a second before finding the light switch and flicking it on. It took a few tries but the fluorescent light began to shutter on with an obnoxious hum. It flickered slightly but that was normal, this places electricity was finicky.

You scanned the room, eyeing the open cabinet space for anything that you deemed appetizing. There were the usual pantry staples like peanut butter, crackers, canned vegetables, stuff you really didn’t have a taste for. That was, until you spotted a bag of candy tucked behind the canned goods. It was most definitely Dean’s, seeing as he’s the only one who’d hide something so badly that you barely had to look for it. You pulled the bag out, inspecting the contents.

The bag was filled to the brim with lollipops, an unlikely candy choice you’d ever expect from Dean- but you weren’t complaining. The flavors ranged from cherry to some even as wild as chocolate cake. Nothing like you’d ever really heard of before.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You spoke aloud, pulling a blue raspberry one from the bag. It was your favorite flavor, a timeless classic- in your opinion. You crumpled up the wrapper in your hand before attempting to throw it into the trash bin from across the room, as you expected, you failed miserably and it landed in the floor. You decided to grab a couple more from the bag for safe keeping before heading back into the library.

The room didn’t seem so overwhelming now, though you still didn’t plan on doing any research. That could wait till tomorrow. Instead, you pulled Sam’s laptop off of the charger and settled into the armchair in the corner of the room. As you opened it up, the first pop up was definitely not what you expected.

“Busty blondes, huh?” You snickered to yourself, closing that tab out before opening a new one. You were so wrapped up in what you were doing that you didn’t hear the flutter of wings, signaling an angels entrance into the bunker.

“Well, well, well. (Y/n).. I didn’t take you for the late night porn escapade type.”

Your heart pretty much leaped out of your chest as you slammed the laptop closed, head almost doing a complete 360 as you looked for the owner of the voice. It wasn’t unusual to get a random message from Gabriel in a disembodied voice, it was his favorite way of fucking with you. This time, it was definitely not a disembodied voice. He very much was there.

Gabriel stood just behind you, leaning over the half bookshelf where he was able to see the computer screen before you closed it. “Did i startle you? My bad.” He smirked, moving around the bookshelf to lean against the research table.

You huffed lightly, embarrassed enough for the next century. “No, no. I wasn’t watching porn. It’s just Sam’s laptop- and also yes. Of course you startled me, you tend to just appear.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back into the chair.

“Oh yeah? So Sam was looking up 70’s pornos? I took him for more of a blondes kinda guy.” He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as well. He looked.. different tonight. He was wearing a black button up with matching black dress pants. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms and the top buttons of his shirt had been neglected- this was far from how he usually dressed. He must have had something or maybe someone important to go attend to today.

It took a second to process what he said, but when he did it couldn’t have been more crystal clear. He’d been watching you, that’s the only way he could’ve known- unless the blondes thing was really just a good guess. “How long have you been here, Gabriel?” You questioned, squinting at him in impartial curiosity. You never really minded when he just popped in, he was a fun guy to be around, not to mention he was very nice to look at. Despite how much you liked to look at him- he was an archangel, so off limits, the brothers made that very clear.

The man shrugged lightly, “Maybe ten minutes, just in time to see the fun stuff though.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair before pulling a chair out from the table and turning it so it faced you. “I do have a question though.”

You furrowed your brows, relaxing a little more now that he was eye level with you. It made you nervous when people stood when having a conversation sitting down. “Okay, shoot. I might have an answer for you.” Something about this made you feel like you’d regret it later, his curiosity was never the innocent kind.

“Why 70’s pornos? I mean, we both know there are much better modern ones. The oldies are cheesy.” He asked, his hands resting under his chin now, he was so causal- he always made you feel comfortable around him.

The answer wasn’t so easy to explain though, between the niche of 70’s porn and the embarrassment you felt from being caught doing such on Sam’s laptop of all things. You swished the lollipop around in your mouth, attempting to find a suitable answer. One that was honest, but not too vulnerable.

“Well, I mean, it’s cringey but good. The films are cheesy but I don’t mind that. Modern stuff is just much too.. aggressive.” You explained, your answer was genuine but you weren’t quite sure why you were as honest as you’d been. “Anyways, what are you doing here?”

Gabriel smiled leaning back in the wooden chair, hands resting on his knees. His eyes wandered down to your lips before turning back to your eyes, “I wanted to see you, talk to you actually.”

The way he looked at you made your heart flutter but you swallowed those feelings down, focusing on his words instead. “Is everything okay?” You pulled the now empty stick from your mouth, throwing it in the bin beside the chair as you opened a new one. This one was chocolate flavored and as you popped it into your mouth, the flavor lived up to its name.

He gave a quick nod, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Everything’s fine, I swear.” His eyes were simmering with something deeper, an intensity you’d never seen from him before. He reached out to caress your face, touching you with the utmost tenderness before moving to pull the lollipop from your lips.

Without missing a beat, he popped the lollipop into his mouth, letting out a sinful groan. His lips upturned into a wicked smile, “Chocolate with a hint of something much sweeter.” He commented, twirling the lollipop around on his tongue.

You felt your face begin to heat up, heart skipping beats. Was this real? You had to be dreaming, there was no way this was actually happening. “Gabriel-,” you began, only to be cut off.

“Tell me your don’t like it and I’ll stop.” He swore, hand brushing against your thigh. His skin was so warm compared to your own from being stuck in the cool bunker for so long. The contrast was nice, if you were being honest with yourself, it was much more than nice. “I won’t do anything unless you say it’s okay.”

Something over took you, as you leaned toward to come closer to the man- your hand moved up to swipe the lollipop out of his mouth. You threw it hazardously onto the floor, pulling him in to crash your lips against his. It was sweet, he tasted like chocolate and mint. As if he’d been preparing for this.

Gabriel’s hands hooked under your thighs, pulling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. He let his hands wander, memorizing the curvature of your body. He couldn’t help hold onto you like this moment was fleeting, but by the way you pressed your body against his- he knew you were here to stay. He broke this kiss, gripping onto your hips to keep you still. “We don’t have to go any further than this, sweetheart. You know that.”

You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, not wanting him to slip through your fingers. “I want you to kiss me again, please.” You murmured, hands moving to busy themselves with his buttons. “I just want to kiss you so badly.”

A cheeky smirk played on his lips, he moved a hand up to rest on the nape of your neck. He gently began to guide you down to his lips, before stopping abruptly. There was barely a centimeter between the two of you, warm breath puffing across each other’s faces. He leaned in a bit to brush his lips against yours but nothing more than that, which earned an annoyed groan from you.

“Take a breath, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He instructed, eyes taking in all he could. From this close, he could see the sunbursts in your eyes and the seasonal freckles that were so light you could barely see them. He loved it, he loved knowing that there were still things about you he’d get to learn and love everyday.

You followed his directions, taking in a deep breath and releasing it in one fluid motion. Your face was tinted pink, still flustered from this whole thing. You were sitting on the lamp of one of the most powerful creatures in the world, the most baffling thing- no man ever looked at you before, but Gabriel didn’t just look at you- he felt you. In the moment, it was as if you two had become one. He felt your emotions reverberate from inside of him, echoing in his chest.

Gabriel closed the gap, pressing his lips against your own. This time was different, there was no urgency. No need to fast track it all. It was slow and sentimental. He needed you. All he felt was you. His hands caressed the skin just under the fabric of your shirt, he didn’t dare to go further as it was unnecessary. He just wanted to touch you. To feel your skin against his own. He ached for you.

The light suddenly flickered on, pretty much blinding the both of you- as the room was previously at the mercy of a table lamp you had turned on earlier.

“What the fuck, is that-?”

“Gabriel?”

The voices of the two very commonly known as Sam and Dean made you freeze in place. It was Dean’s rule not to date angels, but yet here you were caught, sitting on the lap of none other than the archangel Gabriel.

“Oh! Hey guys, whatcha doing?” You smiled, pretending they couldn’t see the scene that appeared in front of their very eyes.

They both scowled at you, crossing their arms as they stood in the doorway in their sleep robes. “You have explaining to do, right now-,” Dean demanded, only to be cut off by Gabriel.

The man chuckled, not wanting to let go of you. “Yeah, well, there will be explaining done. Just not right now. See you guys later!” Before the brothers could even protest, the two of you were gone.

“The archangel, really? It could’ve been anyone else.”

“She has very poor taste in men.”

#supernatural archangels #gabriel archangel #sam spn #dean supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #gabriel x reader #gabriel x you #archangel smut #lemon fic #spn fics #based off of this tag that I created #if gabriel was sucking on a lolipop and then transferred it into my mouth i wouldn’t be depressed anymore lol #Lucifer spn #michael spn #archangel series #ceo of gabriel simping #the cw supernatural #smut #x reader #x you

[crownlessam]

excerpt from meditation on the threshold: a bilingual anthology of poetry, ‘dido’s lament’ by rosario castellanos

#mary #spnedit #mine #sorry this is me dumping all of my notes app ramblings in one fell swoop #literally i have so many fucking notes...... wait till i get to the sam ones #i see quote that makes me feel insane i copy and paste into notes app and start jotting down scenes that it makes me think of alsdjkf;as

[13uswntimagines]

Glad You Came (Julie x Reader)

Request: Julie x reader where reader is kind of the fuckgirl of the team. Reader knows that julie have feelings for her and like her attention. Julie thinks that reader plays with her feelings. But reader actually like julie and try to get her trust back. End with fluff please.

Author’s Note: Idk if this actually fits the prompt, but I just couldn’t get the image out of my head. I hope you all enjoy.

Jj had always been a sucker for a good Rom-Com. The ones where the good girl fell for the bad boy (with a good heart) and that bad boy stepped up to the plate and got his shit together for her. 

But alas, though you were the team’s resident bad girl, this wasn’t a rom-com and it appeared you had zero intention of making a dent in your precious reputation. At least that’s what she thought. 

You always did have a knack for proving people wrong. 

*****

The bouquet of roses was the first thing everyone noticed when they stepped into the locker room. It was an amazing surprise after such a rough practice. A not entirely unexpected, but still incredible surprise. 

JJ blushed as she approached her overflowing locker. This secret admirer stuff was getting a bit out of hand. 

“Why does Julie get roses, but none of the rest of us do?” Emily whined, settling down in front of her own bare cubby. 

Lindsey rolled her eyes. If JJ was going to keep getting gifts from a random person, she and the rest of the girls with significant others on the team were really going to have to step up their game. 

“You don’t like dead flowers Sonnett,” She called to the blond 3 lockers over. 

“Yeah, but it’s not fair if she gets them and the rest of us don’t,” Emily sighed dramatically, and the rest of the room giggled. 

“It's from her admirer,” Kelley chimed in, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. 

JJ’s blush deepened. She carefully reached out and grabbed the thornless Rose with a little tag on it, bringing the delicate petals to her nose before examining the little handwritten note. 

“Ooo, what’s the note say this time?” Kelley asked, as half the team crowded around the midfielder. 

Julie took a big deep breath before reading the black cursive words out loud. 

“I wanted to get you something as beautiful as you are, but couldn’t find anything that came close,”

“Awww,” the team cooed, some rubbing Julie’s back and others ruffling her hair as they made their way back to their respective areas. 

She ran her fingers over the little words, trying to imagine the face of the person who could have written them. The person who would go to such lengths to show their interest in her. But the gifts were always sweet and never creepy. 

The gifts ranged from coffee orders sent to her hotel room, to a signed Mia Hamm jersey that had shown up in her locker, but the thing that always remained was the smooth black cursive notes that accompanied them. 

She brushed the soft petals against her nose again. How she longed to know who thought so highly of her. 

“Who could get roses in here?” Sam snorted, pulling her boots off. 

“It’s gotta be a teammate. They show up literally everywhere we go,” Rose said thoughtfully, glancing around at all the women in the room, her eyes lingering on where you were grinning down at your phone. 

There was just something about your smile and the way you kept glancing up at a certain blond midfielder. 

“At least we know it’s not Y/n,” Emily cackled. 

You looked up at the group from your place across the room, where they all thought you were trying to ignore the commotion (probably in favor of texting a random girl for a hookup). 

You had the reputation of being the fuckgirl of the team. And you took pride in that. You liked when women gave you attention, and as long as everything was consensual, you didn’t see the harm in messing around. That didn’t mean you treated women like objects. Quite the opposite. You loved to woo them, to make them feel beautiful, and then move on to the next conquest. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“With a body count as high as yours, I doubt you’re capable of being this romantic,” Julie spat back, glaring at you. Your history with her was far from perfect, and she had found out about your reputation first hand. 

You smirked. If you couldn’t positively have her attention (the way you wanted but were too afraid to admit), then you would take the hostility any day. Angry Julie was still sexy after all. 

“How do you think I get them into my bed? Maybe I’m a secret mush at heart,” You asked, standing and approaching the woman. Your hands gently brushed over her shoulder and you began to lean in close to her. 

She brought her finger up to push against your nose, stopping you in your tracks. You tried and failed to cover your smile at the touch. 

“Yeah right,” She scoffed, shoving you back. 

Your smile widened, as you stepped back, your arms wide. “You never know till you try it, Jules,”

“Been there, done that. No thanks,” She shook her head and turned away from you. “At least I have enough class not to fuck anything with a pulse”

Rose tilted her head to the side at the brief look of sadness that crossed your features. Her eyebrows furrowed at the look, and how quickly it was gone. 

****

You picked at the tape around your wrist- a habit that started in middle school after an unfortunate event that required stitches and had become one of your many signatures within the team. The pressure around the area was calming now, and always put you in the right mode of a game.

It also gave you something to absentmindedly play with as you waited for the next set of drills on the bench (totally not checking out a certain blond when she wasn’t looking). 

“When are you going to tell her that you’re her admirer?” Rose said, settling down on the bench beside you. 

You shrugged. “First, I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”  You glanced up at the bling again, before blinking back to Rose’s raised eyebrow. 

You took a deep breath, finally managing to get a finger under the tape. 

“And second never. I’m defective remember? Completely incapable of love,” 

You repeated the words JJ had said to you that fateful night. The night you had ruined the best almost relationship you ever had. It wasn’t you exactly, just the fact that a woman was texting you while you were in bed with Julie. You weren’t going to respond, but the blond midfielder had caught sight of the screen before you could clear the notification. 

That was enough proof for her. She kicked you out and didn’t let you explain- there was nothing to say apparently. 

“That’s why you always send her flowers and notes, and other gooey stuff right?” Rose rolled her eyes. 

She had known you since the two of you were in diapers. She knew all about your hang-ups on relationships, but she also knew the secret romantic side. The sweet side that you didn’t show to everyone. Everyone except a blond midfielder (who was still very smitten with you, even if you didn’t want to believe it). 

“I-,” You paused, biting your lip, your eyes getting that faraway look Rose knew all too well. You shook your head. You had your shot and it had blown up in your face. “She doesn’t want me. It’s just easier this way,” 

“What, to hopelessly pine after someone? Or to completely avoid rejection all together?” Rose snorted. 

You shook your head again, finally looking rose in the eyes. “I hurt her Rose. She doesn’t want someone she can’t trust,” 

Rose softened at the admission and the unspoken “I’m not good enough” that went with it. You had always struggled with that, maybe that’s why you were such a lady killer. You so badly wanted to be enough, that you jumped at every opportunity. But it was different after you met JJ. 

“How many people have you slept with within the last 3 months?” Rose asked suddenly. 

And you blinked at her a few times, completely unsure of where your best friend was going with this. 

“What?”

Rose rolled her eyes. “If you can’t think of an exact number, ballpark it for me,”

You vehemently shook your head. You hadn’t met a hookup since that night, too hung up on JJ, and afraid that continuing would destroy any remaining chance you had with the woman. 

“I haven’t,” 

Rose snapped, patting your shoulder. “Exactly. You’re proving to her, the entire team really, that you can change. She’ll come around, especially if you’re honest with her and I don’t know, try to keep it in your pants for once,” 

The team had taken notice of your change, how you hadn’t engaged in hookups. Only a few of them knew the real reason behind your apparent abstinence. 

“You think?” You asked softly, and Rose sent you an indulgent smile. 

“Yeah, you just gotta grow a pair and tell her you’ve been her secret admirer for the last 6 months,” She finished with a cackle and you blushed. 

That was easier said than done. 

*****

Julie had never been this impressed in her entire life. Sure she had been to some amazing restaurants before, but nothing like the little place her admirer had chosen. She felt every bit of hesitance leave her as she stepped into the building. It was quaint and romantic with an amazing buzz in the air. 

She had found the handwritten note with the time and place on the floor outside her hotel room door, along with one of the cutest black dresses she had ever seen. It fit her perfectly, and she looked good if she did say so herself. 

She approached the hostess stand, and the man behind the counter smiled at her. “Good evening miss, how may we assist you?”

She smiled back at him. “Um, I have a reservation. It’s under Mystique,” she said, suppressing a grin at the name her admirer had chosen. 

The man’s smile widened as he reached into his suit jacket pocket, and retrieved a neatly folded letter. “Ah, yes. I have this for you,” 

JJ to the heavy paper in her hands, running her fingers over her name written in familiar black cursive reverently. Her admirer rarely ever wrote her name out. 

She very carefully unfolded the note, revealing more of her favorite handwriting. 

Julie,

First and foremost, I’m so glad you could make it. I know I’ve written this beforehand, but I must say I’m sure you look amazing. You always look amazing. It doesn’t matter if it’s during practice, or during one of our very chill team bonding nights. You never fail to take my breath away, but that’s not why it’s taken me so long to finally grow a pair and come clean. 

I know that you and I have history and that I’m not your ideal significant other, but I promise you’re not just another person to add to my long list. You make me feel things I’ve never really felt before, and that scares me. I don’t know how to do this, and I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I can promise that I’ll try my best. I will do everything I can to show you how much I love you, and to be someone worthy of your love in return. 

Now comes the hard part. If you want to give me the chance to show you that I’ve grown up and am ready for a serious relationship, just tell the matroids you would like to take a drink at the bar. or If you don’t want to see me, but want to eat, just tell him you’re ready for your table. Your meal will be paid for, and I’ll leave you alone. We can even pretend it never happened if you would prefer. Or if you want neither of those things, you can walk away. 

The choice is yours J. Ill respect whatever you choose, and no hard feelings either way.

Truly yours,

Y/n

Julie stared down at the letter, completely stunned, almost unable to believe that you could ever do anything this remotely romantic. A small part of her cheered as if she was waiting for you to finally step up. 

She didn’t hate you, contrary to popular belief. She just thought you were incredibly confusing. You would flaunt your reputation, but then you would be sweet and shy with her. In the end, your first try at a relationship didn’t work because she was tired of you jerking her around. But this was a side to you she had never seen. One that intrigued her to no end. 

“Have you made your decision ma’am?” The maitre d’ asked kindly, sliding up beside her. She blinked up from the neat handwriting towards the man (who looked like he wanted to say more). 

She nodded at the man. “I have. I’d like to have a drink at the bar please,” 

his smile was blinding as he gestured to the left with his arm. “Right this way,” 

*****

You carefully swirled your finger around the rim of your drink, staring listlessly into the amber liquid. You weren’t quite sure how long you had been sitting here, but with every passing second, you couldn’t help but think about how much of a terrible idea this was. 

She was never going to choose to come sit with you at the bar, and the longer you waited, the more pathetic you would look in the end. 

You almost felt bad for the staff. They were so excited to help, so enthusiastic about helping you get the girl of your dreams. You were sure you were going to disappoint them. 

“Fancy meeting you here stranger,” Her voice cut through your internal monologue. You lifted your head to meet her blue eyes, and the sight alone took your breath away. 

“JJ, you came,” You said breathlessly, standing to greet the woman. 

“I did,” She nodded, blushing when you took her hand and kissed the back of it before pulling out a chair for her. You sat down next to her, flagging down the bartender for the woman. 

“You look stunning,” You said softly, finally turning in her direction, and she caught the light shade of pink that tinted your cheeks. 

“So you’ve said,” Julie laughed, holding up the letter. The red in your cheeks spread up to your ears and down your neck as you ducked your head in embarrassment. 

“Megan may have helped me pick it out…” You mumbled, your fingers returning to your glass. 

Rose may or may not have gotten the entire team involved when she finally convinced you to make your move. While you were relieved to have help picking out the perfect outfit, you hadn’t enjoyed being made fun of for your “questionable” fashion sense. 

“Was she behind the other gifts too?” Julie asked, taking a sip of her drink with a raised eyebrow. 

You shook your head, rubbing the back of your neck. “No. Those were all me,” 

Julie smiled softly, reaching up to intertwine your fingers. She wasn’t used to seeing you so shy. It was kinda adorable. 

“Well, I loved them,” 

You nodded again, taking a big gulp of your drink, trying to calm your racing heart. “I’m really glad you came. I was afraid you would find out it was me and change your mind,”

“I’m glad I came too,” 

You smiled brilliantly at the woman. You hadn’t completely redeemed yourself yet, not like Zuko or Snape, but at least you were going to have the chance to try. You weren’t going to let her slip through your fingers again. 

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #julie ertz imagine #julie ertz x reader

[americachavez]

did cas really tell dean to kneel before their new god? did that actually happen? i thought him beating the shit out of dean in that alley was the most unrestrainedly horny thing this show had ever done ACTUALLY you know what scratch that new question: top horny moments from the cw's supernatural (2005 - 2020)

getting this ask feels like my sins of the last week have been weighed against the Trials I Have Gone Through since the premier of supernatural on the wb in september of 2005 and I’m not sure if it is a punishment or reward

some notes before we begin:

the ep with dean’s male siren was like, conceptually horny but not actually that horny because the dude was uglie. I’m sorry to this man

all you sam girls out there. I respect you but I do not respect jared padalecki who is JUST tall and has zero sex appeal. but those eps where he’s like, drinking ruby’s blood and then eating her pussy are. you know. I’ll give you that

I am ONLY UP TO SEASON 10 so fair warning this is not comprehensive but the horniness does seem to drop off sharply after the mark of cain is no longer in play lol gotta love a good demon murder tattoo plot

this is easily the most insane thing I’ve ever done, including the destiel manifesto

S1 EP12: the scene where dean gets healed by the faith healer, on his knees with a hand in his hair and looking somewhere between religious ecstasy, brain death and an orgasm. starting this list off great

S1 EP22: azazel possessing john winchester. no I will not explain further if u know u know <3

S3 EP10: dean being taunted by a dream version of himself, this is where we first got the daddy’s blunt little instrument line. still burned in my hippocampus a good 13 years later thank yew

S4 EP1: dean crawling out of his own grave covered in grave dirt. hot. the HANDPRINT. HOT. also tangent but this reveal after the s3 finale was WILD back in 2008 I hollered in my dorm room after canvassing for obama. simpler times man

S4 EP 1: cas’ intro scene. the barn. the shadow wings. the hair??? getting stabbed in the chest by the man you just pulled out of hell. getting aaaallll up in that personal space. his little eyebrow. “you don’t think you deserve to be saved.” OUTRAGEOUSLY FLAMING

S4 EP02: “I dragged you out of hell I can throw you back in.” <<< this angel tops. mark dean down as scared and horny etc

S4 EP16: this ENTIRE EPISODE but specifically the part where dean tortures alastair as some kind of foreplay and then alastair kicks his ass. carved you into a new animal. jesus.

S4 EP16: wait I forgot about the part where cas also gets his ass kicked and looks all....hm. dazed and covered in blood while he’s on his knees and about to die. yeah.

S5 EP4: I mean this entire ep is unfairly horny considering everyone is dying of a zombie plague and hasn’t showered in like, 4 years but if I had to pick one hmmm. the dean/dean interrogation scene with the panty kink yeah I know it’s not original but hm. it happened. also misha collins just being able to convey that CAS IS A FLEXIBLE SLUT with a single roll of his shoulders. who SAYS this man can’t act!!!!!

S5 EP18: the ALLEY SCENE. DEAN DOESN’T FIGHT BACK. CAS HOLDS HIM UP OFF THE GROUND AND THEN THROWS HIM ACROSS THE ALLEY. WHY DID EVERYONE THINK CAS COULDN’T TOP. you all had brainworms.

S5 EP18: when cas locks dean in the panic room to stop him from saying yes to michael and “well cas not for nothing but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” I hate this show. wait I think the blow me cas line is in this episode too what the fuck were they on here

S6 EP5: the scene where dean gets turned into a vampire. between the old dude who I think calls dean a pretty boy (??) and soulless sam....watching??? no ******* but there were just some absolutely foul energies in that scene and I still do not understand WHAT they were thinking

S6 EP20: cas doing a double smite on two demons by slamming them to the ground and then shoving another demon back in its vessel and then smiting him in the same motion. TOP. ENERGY.

S6 EP22: season 6 is possibly cas’ horniest season because he’s like, going through angel puberty after getting his first boner for dean, but the final cas eps are. whoof. cas eats a bunch of souls and proclaims himself to be a new god in order to handle said boner, and then the season ends with cas telling them to bow down and profess their love to him, their new lord, or he will destroy them. note: the way this is framed makes it look like cas is only staring at dean while he says this, even though sam and bobby are also there. the season ends with dramatic zooms on both cas and dean’s faces respectively. this made me actively regret ditching this show after s5 lol

S8 EP??: literally EVERY SINGLE PURGATORY FLASHBACK. cas dean and benny are all purgatory hot in the “pop 10 cranberry pills and risk the UTI” kind of way but also. dean being the hot girl bottom between two tops who hate each other. I really. whew. I need to go take a shower.

S8 EP17: if I get canceled for including the crypt scene on this list I blame you bud. but dean on his knees begging a brainwashed cas to stop killing him WAS sexy. how many times has dean been on his knees in this list wait there’s another one coming up next jsldjfsldkjf

S9 EP2: abaddon getting dean on his knees (YEAH) and pulling his hair and praising him for always coming when called HELLO???? the only thing that ruins this is dean says “I can’t tell if we’re gonna fight or make out” because this is the CW and they won’t let him say fuck

S9 EP6: ah. this entire episode is Emotionally Horny but the horny horny part is when they’re in the car and dean is telling cas to unbutton his shirt and. watches. I know this was on my destiel manifesto but I need it here too

S9 EP9: cas, covered in blood, slitting another angel’s throat and eating his grace after getting tortured. that shot alone made me understand why this website was so goddamn horny for misha collins for nearly a damn decade

S9 EP11: MARK OF CAIN BABEY. cain watching dean beat up a bunch of demons as an audition for taking on the mark, while crowley also is a fucking voyeur to the whole thing. cain is also a hot silver fox with daddy energies. I said what I said

S9 EP 16: dean getting the first blade. he’s chained to a pillar and being menaced by a foppish dandy who wants to add him to his “collection” (WOW). dean then kills him with the blade and whew. murder is sexy sometimes

S9 EP21: dean being pinned against a wall by abaddon’s power, then using the mark of cain to break her hold, calling the first blade to him psychically and then killing her. god the mark of cain is hot

S9 EP23: dean waking up with the demon eyes NUT

S10 EP2: demon dean beating up that dude with the boring backstory and kicking his ass. really was a go on baby I got your flower moment because I hated that dude and I love demon dean

S10 EP3: demon dean being chained up and taunting sam about how his brother is gone, then hunting sam through the bunker. demon dean in general was VERY fun for me, someone who loves trash

S10 EP9: dean going berserk and killing a bunch of pedophile rapists/child abusers. I’m sorry I know this show is trying to preach morality at me about monsters and unnecessary murder and humanity or whatever but we blew past that like 8 SEASONS AGO. also the mark of cain is sexy

S10 EP14: the rest of this list is really gonna be mark of cain stuff isn’t it look I’m here to have fun. cain and dean’s fight. cain continuously tossing his mane of hair back and taunting dean with the picture of what he’s going to become, who he’s going to kill. dean begging cain to tell him that he can stop, and then ultimately killing him. rip daddy.

S11 EP4: again I have not watched this however. every shot of this episode is PRESTIGE TELEVISION because driving a muscle car is sexy. and especially the shot of dean all beat to hell and begging his car to start and giving her a little kiss from his fingers to her dash. ugh. masculinity.

S12 EP10: the bearded salt-and-pepper daddy look returns, only it’s an angel this time and he’s wearing a vest and shirtsleeves and he swordfights with a hot redheaded lady in a suit and an eyepatch. this show is good sometimes!!! and oh fuck lol I just realized this is the same guy who played krissy’s hot hunter dad in s7 probably the first guy who’s hotter as an angel than a hunter. huh.

S12 EP 11: dean riding larry the mechanical bull to “broomstick cowboy.” I have no idea where this factors into the ep but I have seen. the youtube clip

S13 EP23: from what I can tell s13 is way more emotionally horny than boner horny, although dean burning cas’ body was sexy. but the horniest part was dean saying yes to michael and then michael taking over and saying “thanks for the suit.” we are going to ignore the silliest fight scene in existence as well as the final shot ending on a FREEZE FRAME like a goddamn tiktok

S14: not gonna pick a specific moment because I have not watched yet!!! but michael dean is hot. idk why michael is weirdly hot and I cannot stand any iteration of lucifer on this television programme. it should be the reverse but I’m forever an older sibling stan apparently. someone who is catholic could probably explain this better.

S15 EP13: genevieve padalecki and danneel ackles fight flirting as ruby and anael I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HELD OUT ON THIS TILL THE LAST SEASON

I know I am missing things but this is already an absolutely incomprehensible screed. I know I’m missing shit from the latter seasons but give me time I’m pacing myself

#reply tag #spn tag #literally no one read this lol this is insane #Anonymous

[adrunkgiraffe]

I have been through this journey before, so I get to be actually frustrated about it.

IUnder a read more because im not subjecting y’all to this. Also: I should caveat I haven’t watched the episode cause I’m waiting till its on Netflix but I have watched way too many other episodes of Supernatural so I have a right to say these things. 

TL;DR: I mean you all knew Cas’ confession was fucking bullshit and that SPN is...hm. But I’d like to actually express my genuine frustration, for a moment? I’m going to say things you already know, but I have too much knowledge of this show and too much stupid meta in my brain about a series I haven’t genuinely enjoyed for at least 5 years which makes this not just blandly bad but disgustingly insulting to me not even as a gay just as like. A writer?

Or, even shorter: Cas’ confession is just a Charlie Bradbury Speedrun 

So. As some of you may know if, for some reason, you followed me back in 2013 (and till...okay fine 2015), I used to be, uh. Really into SPN. Really, I was into Destiel. Like, as in, I slogged through seasons 1-3 to get to Cas and am also really vulnerable to the Sunk Cost Fallacy and projecting onto characters. (I was in 8th grade in 2013, okay? Get off my back)

Also, because I monopolised use of the TV, I kind of...also got my parents into it? In a “this is silly but fun” kind of way.

Over time, critiques of the show from viewers, learning what queerbaiting is at all, fatigue with how long it was going, and also fatigue from how characters I enjoyed, like Rufus, or Crowley, or Ellen, or Jo, or Kevin, or Charlie, or Cas a few times, kept getting killed off. As time went on, it didn’t escape my notice that, aside from Cas, all of these characters fit one or more of the following criteria:

They were a woman

They were a person of color

Were Queer or Queer-coded in some way (listen Crowley was bad rep but at least Mark Sheppard actually kissed a man on screen)

I also just...generally got tired of the way the show treats women and sidelines people of color. 

The final straw really came with Charlie’s death. It got us all excited, because she hadn’t been back in a bit! And it was interesting to see how reuniting with her dark side from Oz had changed her! (yeah remember the fucking Wizard of Oz storyline? The writers sure don’t!) And maybe she’d get developed! Because at this point, Charlie and the fairly good writing of her character was a major upside for the series! Charlie was cool, fun, gay, and morally complex in a way...none of the female characters had been before her, in large part because by definition, her relationship with the boys would always be platonic.

And then. Offscreen. She is violently murdered. For no damn good reason. Like, literally, her being brought back in this episode after fucking off to europe after having returned from fucking off to Oz seems to have filled two purposes in total. 

The codex is solved (but Sam doesn’t know till next episode)

Charlie is dead, which means Dean can be angry, specifically at Sam, and kill more people because he’s the big bad this season. 

That’s it. Two things. Twooooo whole reasons to do this episode. Whoopee. 

But you didn’t come here for this, you came here for me to rip this reveal to shreds. Don’t worry, I’ll get there. What I want in your minds is that Supernatural already had a really good anddynamic queer character. And then they killed her off to make Dean angry. No, it doesn’t matter that they brought her back in season 13 or whatever. They made that decision. 

After the rage this incited, I started realizing general flaws in the writing (I had probably already noticed them but now I was angry enough to complain.) Every conflict is born of Sam and Dean not communicating/taking on burdens and Dean being angry at Cas for reasons that ranged from good to ridiculous, but in a way that always went way too fucking long, (which...yes, does make the “you do it for love” gifs fucking hilarious). It didn’t help that seasons 11 and 12 were next, which meant Demon Dean and GOD’S FUCKING SISTER, plus the decision to resurrect Mary, which, while I do like her later scenes, as a season 12 finale it...well I’ll be honest it kinda sucked. It undercut the majority of the Winchester’s’ arcs and their slow and painful journey out of their father’s toxic vengeance quest and knowing Mary as a person when it’s too late to know her was one of the last semi-compelling grounders of the narrative. 

By this point it was a hate-watch for my parents and I.

So then, I’m at college, and I’m not watching anymore cause I don’t have the motivation or access to Hulu to continue, and SPN is bad. I watch the Scooby Doo crossover when it comes out and my friend and I make fun of it, and we also continue making jokes about Dean and Cas and queerbaiting because we’re queer, but I don’t keep up. My Dad does though, so when I return, I watch some with the fam and lads. It’s even more tiring without context. 

So flash forward to Quarantine, my sister, the only one with taste, has left, and we have run out of netflix to watch. So we return to the well, and seasons 13-14 are. I’m gonna say it. Bad. Really fucking bad. The cycle of bad communication continues, season 14 has like seven antagonists and the way it’s structured makes it so I literally cannot remember the timeline of a season I watched 3 months ago. Oh also, they have a queer coded cannibal snake monster for...well I guess Jack’s snake bud was cool but like. Huh wow it’s almost like these writers don’t handle queers well. 

Our one saving grace is Cas, but he’s barely in any episodes, though I did note that his deal with the empty, being happy completely for one moment killing him, that struck me as “this has potential and I know they’re gonna half-ass it somehow.” Also Jack and Mary, but then oh...plot….The most compelling it gets is literally the finale.

But then, 3 days later, the first half of season 15 comes out on Netflix and it’s...actually kind of acceptable. The new character they give Jack’s actor is fun to watch him play until they make him evil. Exploring just how toxic Chuck can be gave the series direction again. The alternate future was genuinely scarring, and Eileen’s return was genuinely moving. Most of all, though, Cas got the opportunity to tell Dean no, that Dean was being unfair to him, had always been unfair to him, and he was sick of it. I had no illusions, I knew Destiel was never gonna happen, and Cas was gonna die, but giving him that bit of agency, letting Cas grow and be self-sufficient, and be angry with Dean not for existential reasons but interpersonal ones, was such a good sign for me, and Dean grew too! Dean fucking apologized for being horrible and Jensen Ackles had a...yknow what, ill give it to him, he had a good acting moment. 

But the thing. About. The “I love you.” 

Let’s take it in parts.

What was good: I’m gonna admit it, lads, “Wanting what I can’t have” - AS A LINE - is good, and, structurally, there is something to the Empty Deal that could have been an interesting aspect of Cas’ arc when it comes to self actualization and being on even footing with Dean. The problem is, this is Supernatural, and that arc only comes up when I bring it up because character study, even in bad media, is fun for me. 

What was bad:

I mean. Like. All of it? All of it. 

Okay. Fine. I’ll be specific. 

Cas dies immediately when - possibly because- he is revealed as having feelings for Dean. They kill him as they queer him, that’s a Bury Your Gays Speedrun right there.

Like the least they could have done is have him mention it to someone in another scene or something to establish some romantic feelings on the part of canon a full episode beforehand. That would have been the literal bare minimum. 

When Cas starts praising Dean, for some reason both the writing and Misha’s acting take a bit of a downswing (from...where it already was). Cas, whose most powerful moment this season was acknowledging that Dean’s anger at him is cruel and unfair, flatly praises him for doing everything out of love and it reads with a misunderstanding of both Dean as a character and Cas’ understanding of Dean. Dean is angry! VERY ANGRY! And it’s a problem he needs to work on and rarely does. 

Talking out of my ass, a better speech would have been about how Dean is angry because of his love for Sam, family, and the people around him, how, for better or for worse, he can’t help but be angry on behalf of others, and that his journey of moving that tendency towards the better is what made Cas care so much. Guys this alteration to the metaphor took 2 minutes to write tops I am an Art History student and these are TV WRITERS WITH YEARS OF EXPERIENCE CAN YOU TELL THEYRE NOT TRYING YET? 

A better speech would, of course, have come out of a better series. My point: this part was half-assed. Poorly written. Wow it’s almost like the series is also poorly written. 

 Also, Misha is the better actor of the three(***OF THE THREE), but his choices in that scene are jarringly out of character which. Makes the bad writing worse. It doesn’t help that they cut to the same fucking shot of Dean 3 times. The chemistry in that scene makes it feel so fucking hackneyed. Because it is. 

This combines lead me to the point: (wait there was a point to this?)

As someone who does not have the luxury of watching this capsized ship fall into boiling seas from a distance, it is less insulting to me that they did this so last minute and then sent Cas to the Void than it is how they did it. They had ingredients for something that could have been compelling enough to me as a former fan of the show to think that they had put effort into it, that they had decided months, perhaps even years ago to do this, and had crafted a storyline around it. That this was an intentional decision they cared about. It wasn’t. It was barely even pandering, because it’s almost insultingly blatant. 

SPN kinda proved to me that it didn’t care about queers when Charlie was killed off. It proved it to me again when Cas, not only died in confessing his love for Dean but did it in the weakest result of what could have been a surprisingly strong story.

#destiel #i don't fucking care im tagging it #bury your gays #queerbaiting #homophobia #also: i should say there are a lot of moments where i refer to aspects of the writing as good #this either means i was 14 when I watched it #or #it's something that i find compelling #that #IN ANOTHER SHOW #OR IN A HYPOTHETICAL WHERE THE WRITING ISNT LADEN WITH HOMOPHOBIA #could be fun to explore #like there are these structural motifs #and themes #which could have made the show good #could have made that confession...passable #but they didn't even write it well by supernatural standards #is my point #My other point is i get to actually be mad about this because I actually watched and put emotional energy towards this show #i shouldnt have but i did #so now I get to write about it #and if you reply we been knew to this post #youre correct #but also #wow do you maybe think I was already aware of that?

[lewishamil10n]

Fic idea? What if Dean had ignored Cas & found Sam's body in 13.21...eyes open, blood seeping-gosh Jared did amazing but that death was so harsh and brutal, Sam's throat was literally ripped out

at the risk of sounding like a bad person, that’s one of my favorite sam deaths :p not only was jared phenomenal, jensen absolutely took my breath away with his acting. seeing his reaction broke my heart just as much as sam’s death itself did.

notes: spoilers for “beat the devil”

warnings: major character death, graphic descriptions of death by vampire, and also of vampires snacking on people

--

Sam’s blood is pouring out of his throat, crimson waterfall as his struggles cease. “Dean!” he calls out again, weak, and goes lifeless, and Dean fights, but there’s nothing he can do--

"Sam!” shouts Castiel, rushing after the vampires that are dragging Sam down the tunnel offshoot. Dean struggles anew and manages to throw off his attacker, taking a second to blow another vampire’s head off with his shotgun before he follows Cass, who’s shouting Sam’s name again.

“Sammy!” Dean tries, his own blood screaming in his ears, soul aching. The tunnel ahead of him is black-hole dark but he can hear snarling up ahead. The rational part of him knows that this is suicide, that there are hundreds of vampires just waiting for him, but the majority of him doesn’t give a shit. Sam’s down there. His little brother, who just some time ago had been laughing, hopeful and happy. Who out of all of them believed in happy endings.

Dean makes to go down the tunnel, but he’s only taken two steps before Cass reappears. The grim look on his face tells Dean all he needs to know. “Dean,” he says.

“What?” Dean asks, trying to look past Castiel into the tunnel. 

“He’s gone,” Castiel tells him somberly. 

“NO!” He refuses to believe it, he can’t, Sam can’t be gone--

Castiel grabs his shoulders, preventing him from pushing past him into the tunnel. “We don’t have time!” he tells Dean, tone forceful. “We can’t save him,” he adds, a little gentler.

Dean looks at him for a second, chest feeling tight. It hurts to breathe. He can hear Maggie and Gabriel behind him, but he pays them no mind. They don’t matter. The only person who matters, who’s ever mattered, isn’t here right now.

He looks past Cass, into the tunnel, and then back at the angel, who’s watching him with pain etched into his face. Cass is grieving, he knows. He’s given up. Already. Wants to be practical, wants Dean to move on ahead.

If he thinks Dean can just do that, he doesn’t know Dean at all.

Mind made up, Dean shakes Castiel’s hands off his shoulders and moves past him again, stepping into the darkened tunnel. “Dean, what are you doing?” the angel asks incredulously, grabbing his arm. “I said--”

“I know what you said,” Dean interrupts, voice low. “I just don’t care.”

“You’ll get killed,” Cass tries, desperate.

“I don’t care,” Dean repeats, and wrenches his arm out of Cass’s grasp.

“I can’t lose you too!” Cass tells him, a last-ditch effort.

Dean lets out a harsh laugh. “You already have.” He turns and walks on, flashlight illuminating as much of the way as it can, and he doesn’t turn to look at Cass. The angel doesn’t call out for him either, clearly recognizing it as a lost cause.

Dean’s been walking for five minutes when he realizes he forgot to give Cass any sort of message to pass on to Mary. He feels some amount of regret about that, but it doesn’t last for more than a few minutes. It’s a little hard to care about his mother right now. Maybe that makes him heartless, but he can’t bring himself to really care. He loves her, and he cares about Jack, too. But neither of them matter to him if Sam’s not here.

He’s nine minutes in when he encounters his first vampire. A shotgun blast takes care of it, but the sound draws more vampires, and they crowd in on him from all sides, appearing into the swathe of light cut by the flashlight, growling and snarling. Dean takes down as many as he can, considering how vastly outnumbered he is, and he presses on, determined to get to Sam.

He knows he’s going to die here. He can’t escape that. All he can do is delay it till he reaches his brother.

It seems that the more vamps he kills, the more they multiply; Dean’s arms hurt from alternating between swinging his machete around and loading and shooting his shotgun. He tosses it aside when he runs out of ammo, and then it’s just him and his machete, and about a hundred or so vampires, and no sign of Sam just yet.

Teeth snap millimeters from his throat and he swings wildly, taking out the vampire who’d just tried to get a bite of him. “Not you, you ugly motherfucker,” he snarls, blood spattering his face as he slashes, almost feral in his rage. They killed Sam, they took his brother from him, and he’s going to die but he’s not going to do it without taking as many of them with him as he can.

We’re close. Can’t you feel it? Sam had asked, and he’d had that smile on his face, the real one he kept hidden from the world, dimples and all. Dean would have killed for that smile. In a heartbeat he would have. He’d have gladly given his own soul -- again -- to keep it on Sam’s face, to keep him safe, to keep him in that moment where he was happy and light and alive.

He stumbles on something in the dark, almost falling over before he manages to right himself. His flashlight is in his free hand, and he points it to the ground, heart stopping for a second when he catches sight of a booted foot. He moves it upwards.

There are three vampires surrounding Sam’s upper body. Two of them are latched to his throat, both of them sucking from each carotid artery, and the third is drinking from his wrist, lapping up the blood with sickening slurping sounds.

Dean doesn’t even hesitate. They’re feeding, preoccupied, so they don’t even have time to fight back when Dean swings, and not even two seconds later they’re all dead, heads rolling on the ground.

The tunnel is quiet now. Dean’s lost count of how many vamps he’s killed. Enough to buy him some time, but he knows there are more coming. He doesn’t have long.

He sinks to his knees next to Sam, finally letting his tears fall. Sam’s eyes are open, staring into nothingness, the color muted, and Dean lets out a muffled sob as he places his hand over them and slides them shut. His little brother is covered in his own blood, pale and lifeless, throat torn out, and Dean’s having trouble believing it. He can’t reconcile this Sam with the one from earlier, laughing, smiling.

Can’t you feel it? he’d asked.

“God, Sammy,” Dean whispers, choked, and gathers him in his arms, as carefully as if he still had life in him. He cradles his little brother to his chest, hands slipping on all the blood, and presses Sam’s face into his own neck. There’s no warmth to Sam’s skin, no breath fanning out across Dean’s neck and face. He doesn’t tangle his fingers in Dean’s shirt or push his face into his shoulder. He doesn’t whisper anything, doesn’t say a word, doesn’t do anything but lie there, limp in Dean’s arms, lifeless rag doll.

“I’m so sorry,” Dean murmurs into his hair, petting it like he can still somehow give Sam comfort from the simple action. “Sammy, God, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The words mean nothing. They can’t bring Sam back, and yet Dean can’t stop saying them. He should’ve tried harder, fought more to get to Sam’s side. He should’ve stopped Sam from coming here in the first place, should’ve made him stay home. He should’ve--

It doesn’t matter. It’s not going to bring Sam back. Nothing is. Dean has no idea if Billie has any power here, in this alternate universe, and so he doesn’t know where Sam’s soul is. Does this place have a heaven? It must; something must be powering all those angels. And if so, does Sam get to go there?

He should. If anyone deserves heaven, it’s Dean’s brave little brother, fighting to his last breath, never losing hope. Dean lets out another sob into Sam’s hair, and tastes copper. If he had the energy for it he’d be hurling, because that’s Sam’s blood, but he can’t, he can’t, all he can do is retch weakly and hold on to Sam and hope that the next vampire is quick.

That stupid prayer gets answered, at least, by whoever is in charge in this universe. Dean doesn’t let go of Sam even when they rip his throat out too. He continues holding his brother even as he feels the life drain out of him, his blood warm on his skin, vampire lips cold and clammy as they latch on to his carotid.

It’s over in seconds.

--

The war does not last forever. Somehow, some way, the humans win. Jack holds Michael immobile with his grace while Gabriel stabs him with the archangel blade, and that’s that.

Lucifer receives the same treatment back on earth, but Sam and Dean don’t know that. They can’t go there. All they can do is try their best to help the humans, unseen and unknown as they are, and in the end they stand side by side and watch as Castiel, Mary and Jack finally cross back over into their own world.

The remaining humans rebuild. They’ve always been resilient. The rest of the angels return to heaven, an army without a general. They are lost without a cause to follow.

The Dayton outpost becomes a village, and then a town, and then a city again. Similarly, other cities flourish again, all over the continental US. Some of them are old, rising from the ashes, but most of them are new.

It takes a few years, but eventually the humans remember the Morehead tunnel. Sam watches, hidden, as a few of them band together, armed to the teeth, and go on a hunt to rid it of the last of the vampires.

“Think they’ll make it?” Dean asks, manifesting next to Sam.

Sam doesn’t jump. He’s used to Dean’s antics by now. His brother’s taken to being a disembodied spirit with unexpected gusto, after the adjustment period. It took Sam more time than that, but having Dean with him -- after he got over the shock and grief of it -- helped speed up the whole holy shit I’m a ghost what the fuck phase.

“Probably,” he tells Dean, leaning into his side. Their shoulders touch. That had been a pleasant surprise, finding out they can still touch each other despite being spirits.

“What do you think they’ll do after?” Dean wonders.

Sam shrugs. “Don’t know. Tear down the tunnel, maybe.”

“They’ll find our bones,” Dean points out. “And probably salt and burn ‘em.”

“Probably,” echoes Sam. He should feel -- something. Anything. He doesn’t. Those bones don’t feel like him anymore. They’re a separate entity from him now, dried out and pale, scattered in a heap with Dean’s bones. 

They watch silently as the group of hunters begins the hacking and shooting. The vampires have been weakened after years of surviving on scraps, and they’re no match for a group of ten hardened, determined hunters. It won’t be long before they’re all gone.

“Where do you think we’ll go?” Dean asks, and then whistles appreciatively as one of the hunters takes off two vamp heads in one sweeping stroke. “Nice. She’s got moves.”

“I don’t know,” Sam tells him, leaning against the cave wall with his hands in his pockets. “Maybe we get to go to our heaven. The one in our world.”

“That’d be nice,” Dean says. He’s standing in the center of the fray, not caring as vampires, humans, and the occasional machete pass through him. “We’d get to see Mom again. And Cas, and Jack.”

“What if that doesn’t happen, though?” Sam can’t help but ask. “What if our souls can’t go across the rift, and we’re just sort of stuck here forever?”

“You mean like now?” Dean asks dryly.

Sam shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t know how any of this works. It’s not like we can summon an angel an ask.”

Dean flickers out of sight just as the last vamp drops, and reappears next to Sam. “Man, I’m really gettin’ the hang of this Apparating thing.”

Sam snorts. “That’s not Apparition.”

“Shut up,” Dean tells him with an eye roll, before leaning on the cave wall next to him, mirroring his position. “Man, it doesn’t matter, you know?”

“What doesn’t?”

“Where we go,” Dean clarifies. “I mean, we didn’t end up too badly, you know?”

“We’re literally ghosts,” Sam points out.

Dean rolls his eyes again. “No, really? I hadn’t noticed. Seriously, though,” he adds. “We got to see our side win. We got to see our family safe. And we got to have more time with each other. That’s more than enough for me, man. It’s all I ever freakin’ wanted.”

Sam smiles a little at that. “Yeah,” he says softly. Pushing away from the cave wall, he holds out a hand to Dean. “Come on,” he says.

Dean takes it. “Where are we going?”

Sam’s smile widens. “Does it matter?” he asks rhetorically. “You’re right, you know. About - about it all. I’m okay with this.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks.

Sam nods. “Yeah. Together, remember? We promised.”

Dean grins back at him. “Yeah, we did.”

They come to a halt next to their bones. Sam doesn’t let go of Dean’s hand, and both of them stand shoulder to shoulder, watching in silence as one of the hunters sprinkles salt liberally over their bones. Another one produces a can of lighter fluid and splashes it over their remains, and then pulls out a book of matches and lights one.

“See you later, Dean,” Sam says, squeezing Dean’s hand.

“Countin’ on it,” Dean answers, squeezing back.

The match falls.

--

i tried really hard to find out a way that would have them both be together in the end while alive, but that would’ve made the story way longer than it needed to be. this is the second best solution i could come up with. i guess it counts as a somewhat happy ending? relatively. i hope you enjoyed it, anon!

special thanks to @spnxbookworm for helping me flesh out my ideas for this prompt! i love you sanjy

#sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #beat the devil #samdean #my writing #asks #Anonymous

[qazastra]

Thoughts on clothes

this is so vague raven thank you for responding to that ask post i reblogged

i like em. its very fun to wear clothes that i like even/especially when they’re a little obnoxious. can’t wait till it gets colder outside so i can wear LAYERS again... catch me with neon fishnets and a plaid skirt and a striped turtleneck with another shirt over That one... oooooh im excited. more is more that’s my philosophy. also death to fast fashion please! though it is marvelously entertaining to see what the industry comes up with it’s not worth the human rights violations. cheap fashionable clothes RULE but there must be a better way. also haute couture and labels and especially supreme is a scam. pay for the labor don’t pay for the name!! and honestly idk how i feel about the Fashion Industry... like... clothes are to be worn. if they don’t make you happy why bother putting any effort into picking them out just to follow trends or Look Good if you don’t really love what you’re wearing. personally i love looking like an absolute buffoon and clown every so often.

more thoughts under the cut because i just kept rambling

ALSO it fucks me up how many labels that put a lot of effort into their lines ‘for women’ are designed by MEN??? i’ve never understood that and i dont think i ever will lmao Let the Ladies Design...

also SUSTAINABLE FASHION!!!! you love to see it. never but something new if you can get it secondhand. this goes double for leather goods if they’re in good shape. i don’t like pleather, leather lasts a super long time if you take care of it and bonus it’s not plastic. always mend your clothes if you can and donate your old clothes or resell them (for rEASONABLE prices! please don’t be like those people on depop selling clothes for $30 they bought at amvets for 3 bucks... like yeah i wish i could make money that way too but it’s Just Not Quite Ethical now is it)

side note it also fucks me up how workwear is In Style right now??? like dickies and overalls?? had a friend who i assume is relatively wealthy (wealthier than me at least) buy an entire new outfit to go walk in the woods and it included some dickie’s overalls. girl. i get that you want to look like a ‘cute little train conductor’ (direct quote) or whatever but idk it just rubs me the wrong way, maybe that’s a me problem?? like i have a pair of dickies work pants that i literally wear to work for my dad when we’re painting or stripping woodwork. and i think they look sick bc of the paint splatters and stuff so i wear them normally too. but. they’re actual work pants. this is in the sam vein as whoever just made an ikea bag and tried to sell it for hundreds of dollars. pathetic. if you’re gonna be a big name expensive fancy fashion house then at LEAST do something interesting???? baffles me how many simply do not sometimes (or at least a few years ago when minimalism and normcore were The Things)

but yeah i love clothes so much and i love fashion subcultures so much!! i got really into english-speaking lolita fashion youtube for a while a few months ago and it was pretty cool. also i see a group of people in black with like green hair and shabby clothes like they just stepped out of the 90s grunge scene and i go feral on the inside like: YOU GUYS LOOK SO FUCKINGKUGG COOL OMFG......... my dream is to absolutely Dive In to multiple fashion subcultures but like switch it up every day. so one day i’d be like fairy kei, then the next it’d be 80s berlin punk, then 2005 garage rock revival strokes copycat band, then next it’d be hawaiian shirt bisexual, then architecture professor, then kpop idol with one dangly earring, then like flowy prarie girl or whatever, then what lovenikki dress Up queen thinks street style is, then luna lovegood, you get the picture. you get it. at this point honestly my greatest limitation is the physical size of my closet.

hope that was vague and specific enough to answer your ask lmao

have a wonderful night yall

[balmerancrystalance]

galra bom lance and altean prince keith hc

inspired by (x)

autor’s note: i decided to use “akira” instead of “keith” because it sounds more altean

ulaz gives lance the mission to return shiro back to earth safe and sound to make sure he warns the earthlings that the galra are coming

lance knows he has failed the blade so many times and the only reason he was still inside the society and probably still alive in genereal was thace, a blade who took him under his wing when lance’s mother the real haggar mysteriously disappeared before war started, so he has to do this right no matter what

lance [looking over his shoulder at shiro]: stay with me, champion

they make it to the ground and immediately bright lights shine and alarms ring loud, the galaxy garrison aware of their landing

lance watches from distance as the garrison takes him in following them close behind so he could make sure the message was received

lance is about to return to the base as soon as he hears shiro saying they’re coming, like, yeah that would do, stopping dead on his tracks when they decide they’re gonna put him under

did they just not hear the man? who do they think they are to dismiss information like that? do they have any idea what are they facing?

lance, willing to do anything to save his mission, and sure why not by extent an entire planet, breaks into the tent where the garrison was holding shiro hostage, knocking down every guard and making sure no one else touches him

lance, [violently shaking a slightly sedated shiro]: i need you to take me to your superior

what they didn’t knew was that pidge and hunk hacked into the garrison cameras to see if sam and matt returned with shiro, freaking out and deciding to take matter in their own hands when a literal a l i e n walked into the scene

pidge [breaking into the tent]: get away from him!

hunk: please don’t hurt us! [whispering pointing pidge] he’s kinda in the middle of a breakdown right now

pidge: hunk!

lance: me hurting you? no, i wouldn’t-we have no time, war is coming

pidge [looking at shiro]: where is the rest of his tripulation?

lance: i can give you all the answers you wish for but we need to get him out of here

more alarms start to go off as they hear more troops coming their way so hunk frees shiro and throws him over his shoulder as lance takes down all the other guards and steals one of their vehicles

lance: they’re gaining on us, go!

pidge: i can’t even reach the pedals!

lance: go!

as result of pidge’s horrible and not to mention non existing driving skills combined their desperation to get rid of the garrison they end in a cave

while trying to catch his breath after the persecution lance presses his hand against the wall, the ancient markings painted all over them glowing in the dark and the ground crumbling underneath their feet

once he’s able to move his legs and open his eyes once again, lance thinks he might not just aced his mission but hit the jackpot because in front of his very own eyes there’s a voltron lion

ha, the disappointment of the blade whomst, kolivan?

before he has the chance to contact anyone at the base, they hear the garrison coming from them, so instead of giving them an explanation which he knows will end up on him locked up and shiro put to sleep he decides he has no other choice

lance: everybody get to the lion!

lance immediately feels the lion talking to him and he doesn’t understands it but it feels just right

they flight way past the garrison troops and up into space

the lion tells them, trough lance kinda, there is somewhere where they have to be now

they pass the time getting to know each other a little bit, lance explaining shiro why ulaz set him free, shiro letting pidge know what happened after her letting him know she’s actually commander holt’s daughter and finally pidge telling them how she got into the garrison with hunk’s help

hunk: umm, guys? hate to interrupt our bonding session but there’s a castle up ahead

after getting down from the lion and walking through the castle they finally end up at what looks like the bridge of a ship with three pods humming into the silence

suddenly the pods open up and they get ready to fight, confused when they see a girl, a boy and an old man standing there as if they were deep in slumber, the earthlings rushing to catch them when they blinked their eyes open and started to lean forward with no signal of stopping

shiro and pidge making sure the old man was alright, hunk helping the girl stand on her feet and last but not least lance, kneeled down by the collision of their bodies together, holding the man into his arms

he was in a word, b e a u t i f u l

that was a word, right? lance couldn’t remember words now

luckily apparently the man couldn’t either as he looked up at him

snapping back into reality when the girl’s voice echoed all over the place

allura: a galra in my ship!?

lance, still bit dazed, not having time to react as the girl approached him was suddenly thrown against the ground

here we go again...

akira: allura, stop!

wait, was he standing up for lance?

the earthlings quick to explain her why and how they all were there, not understanding the gravity of the situation, and asking some questions themselves

they learn they are alteans

allura, daughter of king alfor and princess of altea

coran, king alfor’s royal advisor

and last but not least, akira, altea’s most talented swordsman and princess allura’s closeted fiance

record scratch, freeze frame

welp, you’re probably wondering how that happened

akira’s world has consisted on him and his mother krolia, one of king alfor’s bodyguards, as long as he could remember since his father passed away when he was little

with krolia spending most of her time at the castle, this meant so did keith, who quickly found the ship as his new h o m e

time passed by and he became friends with princess allura, coran and everyone else in the castle, even the mice but then as he got older, akira started a struggle with himself, since apparently all he could think about were m e n

deciding no one could ever find out about his horrible secret, he chose the sword in other to get rid of his daily thoughts or at least distract him from them, working hard every day and night, becoming in little to no time the greatest swordsman altea has ever seen

everything was fine till one fateful day a boy in his class decided to pick on him, declaring to the whole room akira was into men, his internalized homophobia getting the best of him as he spoke without thinking it twice

akira [without looking up]: will i be in order to marry the princess if i were into men?

it was that at this moment he knew he fucked up

the news spreading like wildfire all over altea

but then war came in and akira, on board with allura’s idea of forming voltron to attack, was left speechless when he saw king alfor putting both her and coran into what looked like a deep slumber, walking towards him next

akira: alfor, what are you doing? we must fight- we must stop zarkon before-

alfor [placing his crown on top of akira’s head]: you must continue the legacy i couldn’t fulfil, son. you’ll make a great king someday. promise me you’ll take care of allura

akira [already falling asleep]: promise...

cue to him waking up ten thousand years later somehow cradled into a beautiful stranger’s arms, which, speaking of

aaand press play

akira [turning to lance]: excuse me but, i don’t think i’ve heard your name

#shut up lexie #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #lance (vld) #lance (voltron) #lance #galra lance #bom galra lance #keith (vld) #keith (voltron) #keith #altean keith #altean prince keith #galtean #galtean au #galtean alternative universe #klance #shiro #allura #coran #hunk #pidge #this got way longer than what i intended #is my first time swapping them pls be nice #damn lexie back at it again with the klance bullshit #feedback for the actual fic would be very much appreciated #also huge shoutout to gaysony on ig go check out their art friends

[the-end-of-the-storm]

GoT 8x03 aka The Battle of WinterHELL

I can’t help but feel like this is the episode of missed opportunities and (unintentional) wtf moments. Just a little warning: this will not be the most positive review and I hate that I feel this way about the episode because I know how much work (55 consecutive night shots!) went into creating it but I can’t help but not love it. There was some good stuff in there too, and I’ll mention it but don’t expect hails of praise from this. Also, keep in mind, that I LOVE this show to death and that it’s not my intention to bash it – it’s still the best and most thought-through show I’ve ever seen – but I also need to get all my feeling about this mess out.

They foreshadowed the crypts being unsafe in 8x02 with the subtlety of a sledgehammer and then it turned out that they actually were breached… but it has like no consequences? No one that we know died and there wasn’t even a good close combat scene. Super odd. The whole crypts stuff in general was really … underwhelming.

I was really out there expecting some Sansa x Varys’ (ya know, Varys meeting his Dream Queen) bonding in the crypts but instead I got … another conversation with Tyrion … ok lol, thanks. Next.

On a positive side note, however, if they’d wanted to make Sansa x Tyrion romantic, they would have made a Wight attack her and Tyrion save her, you know this whole thing with her wanting a hero … or to make it a twist Sansa would have saved Tyrion. But D&D noped out of that big times.

Missandei, I love you, but you need to chill.

Alys Karstark, what are you up to? Stayin’ alive and all that … So far, at least.

Why bring Ghost out for 0.2 seconds for no purpose at all? Fighting with the Dothraki? Am I to believe that Ghost wouldn’t be with, um, I don’t know … Arya, Sansa or Bran? I’m sorry I don’t buy that. If you can’t afford or don’t want to spend money on his CGI to give him meaningful scenes THEN DON’T FUCKING SHOW HIM AT ALL! The only theory I have about Ghost being in both episodes since the parentage reveal but not in 8x01 when Jon returns to Winterfell and a Jon x Ghost reunion would have made sense, is that Ghost is a symbol for Jon’s Stark-ness and therefore I suspect that we’ll see him further until it is once and for all revealed that … tamtatatam … Jon wants to stay a Stark. Surprising, right? -.-

My main problem with this episode is that I felt disconnected to it all. Even in the bits where Jaime saved Brienne I felt like they were shot in a way that didn’t evoke emotions in me. Don’t know how to express myself correctly but it was just off. Felt like we were just swiping through the scenery, and over characters but didn’t actually focus on anyone.

That Arya x Walking Dead scene was alright HOWEVER how ‘bout some dialogue instead??

Ok, so the Night King raises the dead but no one has to fight a killed loved one??? (Or, you know maybe they did and I just couldn’t see it …) This is a missed opportunity so big I can’t quite believe it. Maybe it is time for a proper re-watch, idk.

Most of the episode I was wondering what the dragons were up to ... only to realize over and over again that they were up to LITERALLY nothing O.o 

I’m forever going to be pissed that when Bran said “You’re a good man. Bye.” He let Theon f*cking die when I was fully expecting him to be like: “You’re a good man, thank you. But now it’s time to go.” I would have felt that. But of course f*cking not. I suppose I did feel that, too.

Would it have killed them to give Jon a decent fighting sequence with the Night King though? Jon has been so obsessed with him and sacrificed so much to defeat the NK, he would have deserved to get to kick his ass a bit in one on one combat. (And no, the dragon fighting doesn’t count because I couldn’t tell shit apart. I still don’t know which dragon got bitten and which did the biting, like … this is what you chose to spend so much CGI on, are you for real???)

I’m slightly disappointed that the NK only tried to shot a dragon with his badass spears one f*cking time!! It’s not because I dislike the dragons and want them gone (which I do), I just think it could have made good visuals and raised the stakes even further (I know the stake were pretty darn high to begin with but I just didn’t feel anything.)

Can the Night King speak or does he just choose not to cause “reasons”? Well, at least he can smirk like a boss … Seriously, he’s the most generic and boring villain ever. Glad he’s a goner though.

Also, what was the point of the White Walkers? Like, did they do anything but stand around at the tree line? I was really waiting for them to … I don’t know … try to shoot a dragon out of the sky or fuck things up in the castle.

I like that it was Arya who saved the day, I wasn’t expecting that and I feel there was a bit of foreshadowing for this but it was done so anti-climactic I couldn't properly enjoy it. I still wish they would have done some more foreshadowing for this but they probably wanted it to be a complete “twist” that absolutely no one saw coming. I think I actually would have preferred Bran to be the NK but alright …

Am I wrong or were there less than 10 sentences spoken in 82 minutes?

I am not going to lie; I really wanted Jon to slay Wightserion. I love this man with all my heart but they have been butchering his character and POV to protect their Pol!Jon plot twist and I get it and I believe in Jon but having him slay a Zombie!Dragon would have been a great metaphor for him getting his old self back and literally slaying his dragons, you know? The more I think about this, the more I’m pissed that they didn’t …

I’m so confused that they killed of both of the Mormonts. The only good thing I saw in having Lyanna killed was that at least that would mean that Jorah would live … which is probably exactly why they did it. BIG DISLIKE.

I was relieved to see D*ny cry about Jorah’s death, he loved her so much it’s killing me inside. (How do people see the way Jorah loved her so fiercely and then see Jon with her as a contrast and are like … Yeah Jon and D, man, that’s love … TF?) Anyways, Jorah did her wrong, he did her good but he certainly deserved to be cried over by D*ny. I hate losing Jorah, I loved that devoted fool but I’m also low-key relived that at least this way, Jorah doesn’t have to pick between the North and D*ny. Also good, I loved Jorah and D fighting side by side – one last ride, I guess, going down together ... that's my kind of tea but whatever.

Also interesting, Jorah stayed at her side till the very end, while Jon ditched her first chance he got.

On that note, I also want to say that one of the most interesting things that happened in this episode was that Sam x Jon scene. You know the one where he walks past Sam, although Sam could’ve obviously used some help. Of course, you could say, yeah he just wanted to go kill the NK (which he obviously did want to) but I do believe that Jon’s decision to keep moving has a lot more to do with Bran than the NK. When he ditched D*ny, he said he needs to get to Bran, not “I need to find the NK and kill him”. He was under a lot of stress but his mind immediately went to Bran his brother and not to the Night King his enemy. I do believe that means something. Obviously, the argument can be made that it means the same but I doubt it. The walking past Sam thing could have been easily omitted but they didn’t. Sam, Jon’s best friend and BROTHER of the Night’s Watch. To me, it means that the Starks still are the priority of his heart, siblings or not. Jon knows now that Bran isn’t really his brother, that he’s the 3ER and let’s be real, he hasn’t had a meaningful interaction with Bran in years. He doesn’t know him anymore. But he still chose Bran. He couldn’t spare those ten seconds to help his best friend because Bran needed him. He ditched his NW brother/best friend AND his aunt/lover for his cousin Bran. I don’t know about you guys but I really loved that. Because it means so much regarding him being part of the pack and shit.

I very happily noted that D&D really went out of their way to make sure that absolutely nothing of significance was accomplished by D*ny or her armies or her dragons. Drogon and Rhaegal didn’t even take down Viserion, Arya Stark did. Kinda.

What will Arya be called now by the smallfolk? Kingslayer? Dragonslayer? Nightslayer? Armyslayer? Sooo many possibilies ...

I'm in the serious need of a Jonsa scene. I've been patient but now I need Jon to gaze at Sansa from the side and being awkward around her and then I'll need him to reveal his parentage to her and Ayra.

Also, big F*ck You to all the “leakers” out there who made me worry all week about B*atbang!Baby and lines like D: “Ily but you need to keep the Targline alive. Do you understand?” J: “No, I get it, Auntie, but Ily and I only want you”. I mean that Exodus dude wrote a fucking essay based on nothing but lies – why do people even do that? Get a hobby, man!

Resume: I still have faith in Pol!Jon, Dark!D and Jonsa but I’m really confused about the route they’re currently taking. I’m assuming Dany will leave for Dragonstone in 8x04 and Jon will join her and we’ll have another Jonsa separation with only three episodes left, so that’d really suck. However, if I could wish for only a single thing next episode, then I want Jon back, I miss my man so much.

I realize this all must sound kinda anti but I’m just a bit upset and tired. I do love this show and I will keep watching till the bitter end, obviously. Also I respect all the work that went into creating this episode. It just wasn’t my kind of tea. Cheers xx

#jonsa #jon snow #got 8x03 spoilers #anti-daenerys #dark!dany #anti jonerys #game of thrones

[generallynerdy]

This Moment (SPN Lucifer X Reader)

Summary: After recovering from a deadly injury during a hunt, you have some important things to discuss with the resident archangel, Lucifer. Unfortunately, the bunker’s other residents seem to have other plans.

Requested by rileyapplezabini: 1) Reader and Lucifer being on the brink of admitting their feelings for each other but then getting interrupted.

Key: (Y/N) - your name

Warnings: Cursing, Lucifer is a good guy AU (doesn’t excuse canon actions, if you don’t like don’t read)

Word Count: 1,029

Note: i just really love dean’s comedic timing okay (also, i’m gonna mix the last two parts of your request, so next one should be the last one!! Thank you for these, i’ve had so much fun with them! <3)

    Getting injured during a hunt was never in your plans, but it happened more often than you’d like to admit. The latest casualty happened to be you after a vicious chase down of two pesky shapeshifters. The injury wasn’t that bad; only a stab to the chest. Okay, it might’ve been a little bad. Had Dean not shoved aside his pride and prayed to Lucifer for help, you probably would have died.

    You were grateful to the Archangel beyond words, a gratefulness you had yet to express to him. He seemed to always save you at the last second or be there when you needed and you were starting to get suspicious- in a good way, obviously. You hoped he had the same feelings you did.

    You’d known Lucifer for a while now and become rather good friends with him, but you wanted something more, as terrible as it was. Everybody else saw him as the literal Satan, but you saw him as Light Bringer, especially since you’d managed to heal the damage the Mark of Cain had done. He had been massively grateful to you after that and never left your side. Maybe that's why he treated you differently. Or maybe it was something else.

    The day you emerged from your bedroom after fully healing up, the first thing you did was to look for Lucifer. It was early and a weekend, so you knew the others wouldn’t be awake yet. This was your chance to talk to him alone.

    You were unsurprised to find him in the kitchen, reading some old book from the archives that you didn’t care to read the title of.

    “Good morning,” You said quietly, so as not to surprise him.

    Lucifer looked up and, surprisingly, grinned, “You’re looking better.”

    “I feel better,” You nodded and smiled slightly at him, “Thanks to you. Cas said you were with me all day.”

    You could’ve sworn you saw him blush for a second, but what you thought you saw was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “Thought I- Thought we lost you for a second there. Puny humans,” Lucifer teased, “Can’t even handle a stab wound.”

    Rolling your eyes, you chuckled, “I seem to remember the only thing able to kill Archangels is- oh, wait, a sharp, pointy object. Weird.”

    Lucifer’s laughter echoed across the room. “Yeah, you’re definitely feeling better.”

    There was an odd moment of silence. Lucifer marked his place in his book and shut it, placing it on the table at which he sat. Carefully, he stood and crossed the room to you. At his action, you could feel your heart tighten and you did your best not to shy away. There were so many things you wanted to ask, so many you wanted to say about how worried he’d been about you. But you were terrified.

    “Look, (Y/N)...” he started, before hesitating yet again. It seemed there was a lot he wanted to say, too.

Mentally, as you hoped he could hear your thoughts, you begged him to go on. If only he would start to talk, to break the walls, then you would follow after. You didn’t have the guts to admit how you felt about the archangel, but maybe he had enough for the both of you.

“You’re the kindest human I’ve met, you know?” Lucifer hummed, “I haven’t met a lot of them, sure, but I’ve watched them. You’re special, different, I dunno. Just- ever since I’ve got here, you’ve been nothing but perfect, even when you knew what I- what that thing did to me, what it made me do…(Y/N), I-”

And those words were so close to enough. He was about to say something, say it. You didn’t know the specifics of what it was, but you wanted to hear those words from his lips. But at that perfect moment, Dean Winchester decided to stumble into the kitchen, his eyes glossy from sleep deprivation.

You hadn’t even realised that Lucifer got closer to you with every word he said, but as Dean entered and the archangel backed away, you suddenly missed the closeness between you.

Lucifer cleared his throat in an attempt to gain Dean’s attention, but he was ignored by the coffee-starved hunter. “Seriously, Dean?”

“What?” Dean croaked, sitting down at the table with a huff, his newly made coffee sloshing in his mug. “I’m not leavin’ till I drink this. You needa say somethin’, you can do it in front of me.”

Lucifer sighed as Dean was suddenly very interested in his drink, enveloping his entire face into it like it was his life source. The Archangel looked back to you apologetically, knowing that both you and him wanted this moment to be a little more private. If Dean wouldn’t leave, then he’d have to suffer through this, you supposed.

“As I was saying…” Lucifer muttered, glaring daggers at the older Winchester. “(Y/N), there’s something different about you. Not just from these oafs or the other humans, I mean. I see in you something different and that something is why I-”

“Hey, guys-” Came the voice of a sudden moose appearing in the doorway. “I think I found us a case. So, get this-”

Before you could even groan in frustration at Sam’s sudden appearance, Lucifer had already beat you to it, clenching his fists in disappointment. Today was just not his day, was it?

“Fuck it,” He growled almost in the direction of the two brothers before he quickly, though gently, leaned in closer to you and pressed his lips against yours.

The moment was breathtaking and wonderful and everything you had pictured it would be- not that you’d pictured it before, of course. It came as a bit of a shock at first, but you soon settled into it, barely paying any attention to your surroundings. You didn’t seem to notice that Sam stopped talking and poked his brother’s shoulder. You didn’t notice as Dean growled at his little brother before his curiosity got the better of him.

In fact, as Lucifer kissed you passionately, you didn’t even register the distant sounds of Dean Winchester choking on his coffee.

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[cosmicdaya]

sangria wine | tom holland | part 2

{summary} : based on a dialogue prompt : “i didn’t know you could sing like that” + some cool summer spy stuff

{warning} : swearing, sexual mentions

{word count} : 2126 words

{pairing} : tom holland x reader

{requested} : this was made for @madmadmilk ‘s 5k celebration! go and drop by her blog!!! (this is so fucking late but you know this was sitting in my drafts for so long)

{type of story} : series

{continuation} : (part 1) (part 2) END.

{author’s note} : hey i will update look-alike, love again after finishing this two part series!

( drop an ask to be added to my taglist )

“So, what is she?” a voice said.

You stood behind a tree, hidden from anyone’s views while dreading his answer to the question.

“Mate, stop asking me this,” you heard Tom’s voice as he drawled.

“Come on, just tell me. Do you like Y/N dude?” his friend Harrison, kept on pressing. Biting on your lower lip, you waited for his answer. 

Maybe, you did have feelings for Tom but you didn’t tell it to him. You knew that in Tom’s eyes you were just a friend. Even though it hurt to see him dating other girls, you always had a smile plastered on your face whenever he spoke about his dates. 

Zendaya always told you to forget about him and move on but, it wasn’t like you didn’t but you couldn’t. There were days where you smiled because of him and there were also days where you cried because of him. You did whatever you could to make him happy even if he acted like a total dick towards you. You were literally destroying yourself so that Tom could build himself up.

Hell, you weren’t even supposed to be standing here and listening to their conversations right now. Clenching onto your books tightly, your ears perked up at Tom’s voice.

“She is nothing, okay. I am just friends with her, it’s just that she helps me with my English Literature and American History. Nothing more, nothing less, mate,” he stated.

Your eyes started burning up as you felt your throat feel constricted. Trying to keep your breathing even, you held onto a pillar nearby.

Tears spilled uncontrollably from your eyes and you steadied yourself to go back. As you turned back, you saw Tom standing there with his mouth gaped and eyes wide.

“Y/N, it’s...n...not,” he stumbled, finding words to speak but it only made the situation worse. You wiped at the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater and ran through the hallway.

Avoiding the rising feel of nausea at your throat, you thought about only one thing.

I wish I would never see him again in my life again.

You woke up in a pool of sweat, ripping off the earphones from your ears. You turned to Tom sleeping and you notice that the car is parked in front of convenience store. Picking your ringing phone, you managed to form a hello with your heart still thumping loud.

“Y/N, you guys can go in soon,”

“Sure, just give us a signal through comms,”

After placing your phone in your side pocket, you nudged Tom with your elbow.

He grunted and turned to the other side. You sighed and took a book, knocking him on his head.

“Ow, what was that for?” he sounded startled.

“Ben said we can go in there in awhile,”

“You could have just woke me up like a normal human,”

“As if I didn’t try,” you huffed.

Tom clenched his jaw shut and set his hand on the steering wheel, tapping his fingers lightly. 

You noticed that you had 3 missed calls from Zendaya and laughed to yourself about how she would love to know everything that was currently going on here.

“Be ready guys. Tom, go in now. Remember, you both are Sam and Anna Wilson,” Kate’s voice echoed through.

After what seemed like driving for 5 minutes, the car reached a huge gate that looked like a gateway to a mansion. A young man dressed fancily, waited at the window of Tom’s car door. Tom smiled and handed him the invitation to the pool party. The young man talked to someone on a walkie talkie and opened the gate for the car to go in.

As the car was pulling in through the road to the mansion, you gawked at the magnificent sight that was before you. The whole place was decorated with bright lights that looked contrasting against the sky that was approaching dusk.

You took in a sharp breath as you tried to calm your nerves for this mission. It was just that you didn’t want to mess up this, but with Tom by your side, you were scared that your feelings might get in the way. 

As the car stopped in front of the house, another fancily dressed young lad takes the car key from Tom as he steps out from the car. He comes over to your side and opens the door, extending out a hand for you to take. You look up to him with your brow raised and take his hand reluctantly. He latches your hand with his as you give him a slight glare.

“You guys are a couple, A COUPLE!” Ben nearly shouted on the comms.

You let out a few deep breaths and smiled tightly at Tom. You were wearing a black two-piece swimsuit underneath your black crop top and white palazzo pants with a pair of blue sunglasses. Tom was wearing a floral shirt with white swimming trunks. 

The butler of the house led you both to the back at the house, supposedly where the party is going on. You were looking at Tom as you entered the area, scrunching your eyebrows when his jaw dropped.

You looked at the view before you and nearly fainted. A crowd of about 50 people were lounging around the massive pool that was surrounded with djs playing banging hits, waiters serving everyone drinks and lights that made the surroundings much more livelier.

Your thoughts were brought back when an old man in his forties approached you with drinks in his hands.

“That’s the target, Mr Kingston,” Kate said.

“Hello, my guests!” he handed you both the glasses, “Ah, may I know what are your good names?”

“I am Sam Wilson and this is my fiancée Anna,”

“Oh, Mr and soon-to-be Mrs Wilson,” a flash of recognition came over his features.”We will surely discuss your investment in my hotel business later.”

You smiled at him as a waiter came over to him and spoke in aggressive whispers. A crease of worry appeared on his face.

“What’s the matter, Mr Kingston?” Tom asked, clearly confused.

“Ah, you see Mr Wilson, our female singer for this party is running late and we don’t know what to do right now,” he explained.

“Okay, Agent Rose and Agent Spider, do whatever you can to get on his good side and attract his attention,” Ben informed.

“Oh, Mr Kingston, my fiancée here can sing very well,” Tom dropped a bomb.

“Uh-I-don’t,” you were stumbling and finding words to speak, stunned and glaring at Tom.

“Ooh, Mrs Wilson, go on! The stage is yours!” Mr Kingston exclaimed.

With no way out of this situation, you made your way to the stage. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants before gripping the microphone.

Move it, I move it Move my body like it is a pipe Tutti Frutti, is all that I got Counter-clockwise, I'm mixin' it up (mixin' it up) Sip it, sip it, I'll bet that you blush 

You sang your heart out as you lightly swayed to the beat of the song. The cheering and screams of the people cheered you on.

Honey said she want somebody break her off proper Man, she so relentless so nothing can stop her (woo) Never left the city (come on, man) but she swear she's a yardie (yeah!) Because it's so awesome how she move her body She do the sangria wine (woo), sangria wine (uh-huh) Moving side to side (woo), front and behind (uh-huh) Sangria wine (woo), sangria wine (uh-huh) Sangria wine (woo), do the sangria wine, yeah (uh-huh)

Ending the song with a hairflip, you gave the audience a bright smile. You stripped down, leaving you in your swimsuit, then making your way towards Tom who was already in the pool.

As you went in the pool, he hugged and handed you a drink. You gulped it down in one shot and took another one.

 “I didn’t know you could sing like that,” you felt Tom’s breath on the back of your ear.

Giving him a tight smile, you replied, “How could you know? I wasn’t even an important part of your life,”

“Y/N, if you are talking about what happened in high school, I am truly sorry for that,” he sighed,” I only said that for fun,”

“Well, Tom, that only makes sense if you consider breaking someone’s heart as a fucking fun activity. Do you know how much I loved you? Hearing you say that I was being used by you really hurt me,” you spoke angrily, trying to keep your voice down.

“Guys, focus on the mission!” Kate’s words went unheard.

“Wait-you...loved me?” his voice was now to a whisper.

“Well, I am too now and I am trying to keep it a fucking secret. Guess what, fuck it!”

“Y/N, I just told Haz that I was friends with you because I secretly had feelings for you too and if he knew about it, he will surely tell everyone,” 

“I loved you Y/N and I will always love you, Y/N. I fucking missed you after high school and I had so many sleepless nights because of you,”

“You love me?” you asked unsure of yourself.

“Yes, I love you Y/N. Do you love me?” he asked, faces an inch apart from each other.

“I love you too, Tom,” you went nearer till your lips connected and moved in sync. Your hands were tangled in his hair as he used his hand on your waist to pull you closer to him. Both of you kept on going, not wanting this moment to end.

As you both pulled away, everyone cheered and clapped loudly. You felt yourself blush as you hid in the crook of Tom’s neck. 

Tom led you out of the water and you both changed into the attire you were wearing. The butler came and informed that Mr Kingston was ready to meet you both to discuss about the investment.

You made sure that the gun in your holster at your thigh was ready and gripped Tom’s hand.

“Guys, we’ve got some agents with Kate near your area and we are now letting people out from the party. Just keep him from suspecting you for about 2 minutes,” Ben said.

Mr Kingston was holding a glass of scotch and swirled it as he saw you both entering.

“Ah, Mr and Mrs Wilson, nice to meet you! Let’s just get down to business,”

“Sure, Mr Kingston. So, we would love to invest in your-”

“I meant real business. You think I don’t know that you both are spies? Nice show you put out there, Mrs Wilson,” he slammed his glass down.

“How did you find out?,” you placed a hand on your gun, ready to pull it out at any sign of action.

A figure loomed out of the shadows and pointed a gun at Tom’s head.

“Kate! What are you doing?” you shouted.

“Ah lovebirds! Shut up and drop your weapons before I kill you both,”

“You betrayer!” you took out your gun and started firing at Mr Kingston as Tom went to attack Kate.

Kate shot in the direction of Tom as you shot her leg to restrict her movement. Kicking Tom out of the way, you punched Mr Kingston to his knees. Tom shot Kate’s hand causing the gun to fly out of her hand.

Tom, after composing himself, took a rope and tied Kate to a chair meanwhile you handcuffed Mr Kingston as Ben barged into the room.

After everything was settled, you comforted Ben as he found out that Kate was working with Mr Kingston and tried to bring down his spy agency by killing his best agent. She was also cheating on him with Mr Kingston.

As Ben’s car drove away, you leaned onto Tom’s shoulder, his warmth inviting you.

“Man, I wish this whole series of events never happens again,” you sighed.

“Which series of events?” he asked you as you both got into the car.

“Of course, this whole messed up mission where you nearly got hurt, Mr Holland,” you said sarcastically.

“Oh, I thought you meant the event where I kissed you,” he smirked.

“You know,” you moved in closer,”I wouldn’t mind if it happened again,”

As you both kissed again, you only thought of one thing.

I want to see him again and again, everyday for the rest of my life.

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[carry-on-my-pretty-weeper]

Catching Lightning Chapter 15

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Reader, Peter Parker, Avengers

Word Count: 4.5k+

Warnings: passing out, crying, near strangling

Author’s Note: hey everyone! since i’m a literal piece of shit and have not been posting here’s the longest chapter i’ve probably ever written! i hope you guys like it and i’m sorry for not updating in forever! there’s still a lot left to this story!

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When you woke up you were on Steve’s back as he took you back to the compound. You bounced with each step he took. What happened? The last thing you remember was taking out a bunch of bad guys. When you guys got to the compound you tried to speak it came out as a whisper since you didn’t have a lot of energy.

“Steve.”

“Haywire! You’re awake! Thank god,” he exclaimed as he laid you down on the floor.

“What happened?” you asked him bracing yourself on your elbows.

“Well, we fought Hydra agents and then you ended up passing out. You overused your powers-,” he tried to explain before you cut him off. You were started to piece together things from before passing out.

“I don’ think it was d’at,” he looked at you confused so you continued, “I was trainin’ with Nat d’en I went on that run with you and I hadn’ eaten anything since last night. Then fightin’ all them bad guys pushed me ova the edge.” He let everything that came out of your mouth run threw his mind before deciding on what to say.

“You have to take care of yourself. If something happened to you I- I don’t even know what we’d do,” he said gently but firm. You looked down and found your belt to be incredibly interesting. You didn’t think you could look at him right now. He seemed really disappointed. Rightfully so. Although it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“But I’m not going to leave what you did unrecognized. You did protect me and get us both out of that mess so good job. But take care of your body. If you don’t take a break to rest and recharge your body will make you rest and recharge,” he asserted. You nodded your head as he helped you up.

“You’re lucky I didn’t tell Tony or else you’d never see the light of day again,” he joked causing you to laugh. That’s what he was waiting for. He needed to get through to you but he also liked the joking vibe that you had between you two.

“At least I’d be able to understan’ what he was sayin’ unlike you. Ya know with yur ol’ man hearing,” you quipped while grinning at him.

“I can still tell Tony, Tony!” he yelled to the building. You quickly started apologizing and trying to shield his mouth.

“Steve! No I’m sorry Steve! Steve!” you squawked, “Don’t tell Tony!”

“Don’t tell Tony what?” speak of the freaking Devil. Ah fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Haywire didn’t want me to tell you,” you looked at him with the best puppy face you could muster. Looking at your sad face he couldn’t rat you out . He silently cursed before saying  “That when we were jogging back she tripped and ate it.” He shot you a ‘there happy?’ look to which you quickly nodded. Tony laughed before putting a hand on your shoulder.

“It okay it happens to the best of us,” he commented starting to walk back into the compound. Steve mouthed to you ‘you’re welcome’ as he walked after Tony. Thank everything to ever exist that Steve didn’t tell Tony. When you entered the compound you were tackled by a brown and white flash of fur. She immediately started to lick your face. You pushed her onto her back as you started to rub her belly.

“She was an angel,” Bucky said leaning up against the wall. You got up and thanked Bucky again for taking care of Sparks as you went to the kitchen to eat food. Cap’s orders. When you walked in you saw Steve making pancakes.

“I’m making these for you how many do you want?” he asked over his shoulder so that he was careful not to burn any.

“A thousan’- nah a million!” you exclaimed as you poured yourself some water. You pounded it only to receive a mild brain freeze.

“Let’s start off with two then see how you feel,” he suggested with a chuckle. You ended up eating eight. He kept telling you to slow down or at least taste them but you were starving. It was like 11 o’clock but you were already bordering tired. You had to wait until all the pancakes kicked in to give you energy.

Thinking back to what happened during the fight you realized you made a mini storm. You hadn’t ever done that before. Could it be possible you were getting stronger? I mean the more you work out the stronger you get so why wouldn’t that apply to powers?

Steve made some pancakes for himself and sat next to you. He was happily eating his food as he rubbed Sparks with his foot. You noticed that having Sparks around seemed to put everyone more at ease. She definitely put you more at ease so you were happy she could do the same for others. But she was also majorly happy to be showered with so much love from everyone at the compound. When you were training or when you couldn’t take care of her the rest of the team would chill out with her.

Clint and Sam would play around with her, Vision and Bucky would read while she laid on a part of them, Steve and Wanda would just shower her with kisses, Rhodey and Tony would work while she laid at their feet, and Nat and Bruce would walk her. But in the end you were still her favorite. As soon as you entered the room she was by your side and wouldn’t leave you unless she had to. Of course she also hung out with the others but as long as it was close to you.

Finishing off your plate you washed off your dishes and made your way to your room with Sparks not far behind. When you reached your doorway you kicked off your shoes before heading into the shower. Sparks waited on your bed while you cleaned yourself.

Thinking about everything that happen one thing that struck you was the fact that even though you had passed out Steve hadn’t removed your mask. He had only put your hood down. That made you trust him even more because he understood how much your identity meant to you.

As you were washing out your hair you noticed how your muscles were pretty sore which didn’t really happen that often. Well not since the whole powers thing. Powers. Even though it had been a while since having them it still felt weird to say. The hot water pulled out all the cold feelings that had been stuck in your body from the day. All the worry and fear was dulled by the constant stream of warmth. You let your head rest on the wall as you closed your eyes.

Reminding yourself that you had to actually leave the shower at some point, you shifted your weight to your other foot as you turned off the water. Stepping out of the shower you felt the cold tiles of the floor as you grabbed a towel. You dried yourself off and once more stared at your suit. Shoving yourself inside of it you made your way out of the bathroom. Sparks was asleep on your bed as you went to lay down on it. She rolled on her side as if to make herself a pillow. You gladly rested your head on her stomach as you relaxed. Tony walked by your room, once he noticed you were in it he reversed himself till he was in your doorway.

“Haywire, we were going to continue to watch Supernatural would you like to join?” he asked obviously trying to keep you from becoming a hermit in your room.

“Is d’at even a question?” you countered. I mean you had started them off on it. Walking with Tony and Sparks you had made some small talk. When you got to the room you noticed a new face sitting on the couch. Was that Peter fucking Parker? What the fuck was he doing there? You remembered his Stark internship. Did that mean he worked closely with the Avengers? He never mentioned that before and you knew that that was definitely something he would bring up.

“Haywire I’m sure you noticed a new face here. Meet Spiderman,” Tony said not realizing that with those words your rose tinted world would be smashed. Spiderman, your friend was Spiderman. Not knowing how to react you just stood there as Peter got up to say hello.

“Nice to see you again,” he added onto Tony’s greeting.

“Ah- uh yeah! It’s nice seein’ ya too,” you stuttered out desperately trying to find what to say. This was all too much to take in. Holy fuck. Holy fuck! So this is why he would disappear so much and get so many injuries. The air started to get stale due to lack of conversation. Trying to salvage the conservation you talked about watching the show. Peter had just laughed and sat down. Asking him why he laughed he told you how it was one of his good friends favorite shows. Thank god your mask covered most of your face because it definitely would’ve showed how badly you were freaking out. Sparks noticed and immediately started to lick your hand in an attempt to calm you down. It was working. Peter looked over at her and his eyes lit up.

“And who’s this beauty?” he questioned as he offered up his hand for her to sniff. She quickly gave him a once over before deciding to flop on top of him. He was surprised but appreciated the gesture as he started to stroke her fur.

“That’s my bud Sparks,” you answer before sitting next to him. She immediately perked up and wiggled her way next to you. Laughing at her you scratched behind her ears. She leaned into your touch and started to uncontrollably scratch her leg.

The episode started and you spent the entire time debating what to do with Peter. Should you tell him you know his identity? Tell him yours? Questions filled your head to the brim. There was not much of the episode left as you started to freak out more. Sparks sensed this once again and tried her best to calm you down. You just drummed your fingers along her ribs.

Tony noticed you looked a bit more tense and he wondered if it was because there was another superhero there that you didn’t know as well. Unknown to him you knew him all too well. More than any person there. Regardless he noticed that your stress levels were definitely high. Even though he wanted to continue the episode, he wanted you to be okay. So he got up and started to crack open the cabinets to look for something to make with you. You peered over to Tony confused. Usually he waited till a lot later to cook dinner. When he caught your eye he nodded his head over to the kitchen signaling you to come over. Lifting Sparks up a bit you slipped out from under her as you walked over to Tony.

“Isn’ it a bit early for dinna?” you asked him cocking your head to the side.

“I thought we could make some sweets before dinner,” he said as he continued to grab ingredients.

“Sweets befor’ dinna? Thatsa first,” you chuckled. He handed you ingredients as you both started weaving throughout the kitchen.

Peter watched as Haywire stood up and went to talk with Tony. He felt a pang of jealousy. I mean you had just got here and he was already treating you better than he did Peter. Not that he treated Peter badly it’s just he treated you with more care. You both seemed so natural together as you worked in the kitchen. He watched as you two joked together but opted for looking away.

He diverted his attention to Sparks who was currently upside down and starting to snort. He gave that a little chuckle. But this dog was so cute. He wondered where you had gotten her. Giving her some belly pats she started to wag her tail so hard her butt started to shake back and forth as well. The other Avengers took notice and started looking at her instead of the TV. Some laughed while others, cough Clint cough, whipped out their phones and started recording. The faster she wiggled the harder she snorted. This caught your attention as you looked over at her. He saw a smile creep onto your face as you looked lovingly at your buddy. Peter could only see maybe an inch or two of your face but he couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity. Dismissing it for when you saved him he focused back to the present when he realized just how intently he was staring at you.

You glanced over to Peter’s face to find his already looking at you. He seemed to have realized this too and became flustered. He was probably thinking something along the lines of ‘great, now she thinks I’m creepy’. You knew him all too well.

Great! Now she thinks I’m a creep for staring at her! Peter quickly tried to think of the best way to deflect that fact when you seemed to just shrug it off. You walked over to Sparks and she flipped herself over and basically jumped into your arms.

“Who’s ma silly girl?” you asked your voice filled with overdramatic excitement. She just yipped in response. You gave her good scratches behind her ears and under her chin before Tony walked over to you.

“The cookies are in the oven now so we can just relax for 18 minutes,” he huffed plopping down onto the couch. You gave him a nod as you sat next to Peter instinctively. Realizing that he still didn’t know who you were, you left a bit of extra room between you two. This felt exactly like the night you saved MJ and had to pretend to not know her. The only person in your friend group who hasn’t had a run in with Haywire is Ned. 

Poor guy, he was the one who loved superheroes the most out of your entire group. Peter coming in at a close second. Looking back at Peter you wondered how he had gotten his powers. I mean it’s not everyday someone gets them so what was his story? But due to the television being on you swallowed your questions and diverted your attention elsewhere. 

Glancing down towards Sparks you noticed how much weight she had gained back. She was looking pretty healthy compared to the skinny pup that you had found 2ish weeks ago. She still had ways to go but she was certainly getting there. You lifted her up into your arms and leaned back against the couch. She just laid her head on your chest and watched you. You gave her a kiss on the nose before turning your attention towards the screen. She gradually drifted into her own sleep world. You could tell because every once in a while her leg would twitch or her ears would move.

When the timer for the cookies went off you unfortunately had to get up. She whined but you picked her up and laid her on Clint before heading into the kitchen with Tony.

“Do you think they’re ready?” Tony asked opening the oven just a smidge. The cookies had a light brown tint to them and the smell had started to dance throughout the kitchen.

“Yeah,” you said grabbing an oven mitt. After you slipped it on your hand you reached into the oven and grabbed the pan. Pulling it out you placed it on the counter with a quiet ting of metal on marble. You removed a hot cookie from the baking sheet and broke it in half. Offering one half to Tony he gladly took it. He ‘cheers’ed you with his half before you two tasted it. The hot cookie burned your mouth but the sweet and salty mixture overpowered it. It had the perfect amount of crunchy cookie and gooey chocolate. You couldn’t lie you both did an amazing job. Moving them onto a giant plate you brought it over to the other Avengers. It certainly diverted their attention from the screen for a moment. Hands reached over to the plate of cookies and before you knew it they were all gone.

“Oh my god this is great!” Peter exclaimed with his mouth full of cookie. He had two more in his hand as he all but inhaled his first cookie.

“Haywire’s like the team chef, her foods amazing!” Sam added onto Peter’s comment. You just blushed because compliments weren’t your forte.

“Tony helped out too,” you tried to argue. But Sam insisted that Tony’s food wasn’t half as a good before you. Tony just looked offended and tried to argue that his food was great before the entire team started to tell him that you were a better cook than him. Your face literally felt like it was on fire. Everyone just kept complimenting you and you didn’t know what to do. So you just sat as Sparks left Clint to lay on you.

“Hey!” Clint cried out as Sparks left him. You were always going to be her favorite. She looked back at him and tilted her head in a confused manner. He tried calling her back over to him but she stayed glued to you.

“Sorry Clint. I’m ‘er favorite,” you said with a shrug. He just let out a huff and turned his head back to the screen. What a baby.

This episode of Supernatural had started off with Dean finding Sam after he had been missing for a week. He had no memories of what happened but when security tapes showed him killing another hunter that’s when things went to shit. You were so engrossed in this episode as if you hadn’t watched it before. Steve kept gasping every time the littlest thing happened, Nat corrected them when they were fighting but for the most part thought it to be accurate, and Sam kept laughing at all of Dean’s jokes. Not to mention he was really happy that his name was the same name as one of the main characters. You kept feeling Peter’s eyes on the side of your face. You bet it was because he thought you looked familiar so you shielded your face with your arm nonchalantly. The battle from before on whether or not to tell him about you started back up in your head.

At the end of the episode when it turned out to be a demon that was controlling Sam everyone was relieved. I mean no one wanted Sam to end up being a bad guy. You finally decided on telling Peter since you knew his identity. When the next episode started up you asked if you could talk with him. His eyes had a splash of fear in them but he still accepted. You two walked towards your room and you sat on your bed while he stood waiting anxiously about what you were going to say to him.

Had you been creeped out with all his staring? Did you already hate him? Questions like this swirled in his mind before you opened your mouth.

“I don’ really know howda say this so imma just do it,” you started off feeling anxiety run throughout your body. You tried to calm yourself down to not cause an accidental power outage.

“I know who you are. As ‘n I know ya without ma suit and ya know me.”

“What? What do you mean?” he asked as his face scrunched together in confusion.

This was turning out to be harder than you thought it was going to be. Using your normal voice you continued.

“I know you because I’m y/n,” you finally said taking off your mask. He just stood there with his jaw on the floor and his eyes bulging out of his head.

“Y/n?” he practically whispered before crushing you in a hug. You hugged him back and tried your best to not cry. You missed him so much. To be completely honest more than you should but he was there and he was holding you and that’s all that mattered.

“I have been so fucking worried,” he said into your hair. His voice was wavering and you could tell it had been hard for him. You wondered how Ned and MJ were handling it as well. They had also been something missing from you. A piece of your puzzle of life that made it feel empty.

He pulled back from you to look at your face. He had been missing you for a week and a half but it felt like years. At first he thought you had been sick but after the third day of not showing up and not responding to anyone’s texts he got worried. He even stopped by your apartment but no one was home. He didn’t know what to think so he assumed the worst. But being here with you now it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off of his shoulders.

“Why didn’t you at least tell one of us that you’d be gone?” he asked you scanning your face for anything and everything. You dropped his gaze, ashamed that you didn’t tell them.

“It all happened really fast. I told my parents that I was doing a Stark internship thing so that they could tell the school. After that I haven’t had communication with the outside world,” you professed while you fiddled with your hands. Glancing back up at his face you could tell his mind was going a million miles a minute.

“I-I’m just really glad to see you,” he sighed pulling you into another hug. You relaxed as he cradled you in his chest. This time you couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes. He looked down at you in confusion before realizing what was happening.

“Hey, hey you’re okay. What’s wrong?” he asked tenderly as he tried to wipe your eyes.

“It’s just-I didn’t know when I would see anyone again and seeing you-you here just I don’t know,” you hiccuped. He just held you tightly until you got your breathing under control.

“Better?” he questioned. You nodded your head in reply.

“We should probably head back the others are probably getting concerned,” you mentioned as you wiped your eyes for the final time. Reaching over to your mask you put it back on. On the walk back he asked why you were wearing one. You explained to him that no one else except him knew your identity and you wanted to keep it that way. He seemed to think about that for a while before randomly asking about Sparks. Just like that you guys fell into conversation like how it used to be.

When you two got back you could tell, no matter how hard they were trying to hide it, the Avengers were interested in why you guys ran off alone. Nat bet the group that you two like each other and you were going to talk about it and Sam agreed. Tony completely rejected the idea saying that you had only known each other for a few hours. Clint thought you guys wanted to talk about teenager stuff. Steve suggested maybe you were trying to get to know him since he was the only new face to you. None of them were even close. Well, maybe Nat and Sam.

By the time you started making dinner with Tony everyone was itching to know what you guys talked about. Tony was deemed the one to find it out since he was the closest to you. Which made Steve try to argue that he was closest but it defaulted to Tony since he would be the one to talk to you soonest.

“So I saw that you pulled the kid aside,” he remarked grilling chicken, “what was that about?”

“Oh, we were just uh talkin’ about what I should expect if I go on missions and stuff.” Nice lie. You hated lying to Tony but you couldn’t tell him about knowing Peter.

“Why didn’t you ask one of us?”

“Well, ya know I wanted ta know how it was from da other teenager’s perspective.” He nodded his head as he listened to you. As long as you two didn’t, you know like each other in that way he was fine. Since you came to the compound he had quickly bonded with you. So for him boys were a heavy no go. A happy silence washes over the two of you as you weave around each other almost in like a choreographed dance.

When you two were done you took a step back and admired your guys’ hard work. You cooked chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and cornbread. The cornbread was your idea, it was something your dad made for you when you were sad. Not that you were sad! You just missed him and this reminded you of the old geezer. Bruce set the table while the rest of the team got comfy in their seats. When you brought out the food you were met by cheers from the team. What dorks, honestly these were supposed to be the most dangerous people in the world and here they were happy over food. Peter sat down next to Tony but after some whispering between the two of them Peter sat down next to you.

“What’s this all about?” you questioned keeping your voice low.

“Tony wants us to be friends because we’re both teenagers and he doesn’t want you to be alone when they’re on missions,” he responded as he reached for cornbread. The last bit caught your attention.

“I’m not going to get to go on missions?” you asked clearly taken aback. What good were powers if you didn’t get to use them? You were just as capable as they were. In fact you took down a couple of Hydra agents already.

“I don’t think so,” Peter said taking in your dejected face before adding, “It’s not a you thing. I don’t get to go on a lot of missions either. I think it’s because they don’t know what they’d tell May if I got hurt. They don’t want to bring us back in pieces.” I guess that made sense. But at the same time you still felt upset. You could handle yourself so you wouldn’t get hurt. Deciding to drop it you ate your chicken and picked at your cornbread. At least it would cheer you up.

That night while you tried to sleep you had another dream. Your consciousness felt like it was drifting until it hit something.

You were floating in space. Trying to look around you realized you couldn’t move. Your throat was burning, it felt like someone was strangling you. Every nerve in your body was inflamed and your heart was going to break through your ribcage. You realized you weren’t alone, there was a man with black hair floating next to you. His face looked close to blue, probably because the lack of air. In an instant he vanished and you were in an apartment. You could move so you stood up and looked around. Walking into a room you saw the same man from a second ago but he was normal. He was sitting down reading a book. When you took a step the floor creaked and he looked up at you.

“Who are you? How did you get here? Did the second rate magician send you?” he asked defensively standing up with knives in his hands. Where the fuck did he get those from?

“I don’t know how I got here. I was in space a second ago and you were there and I have no idea what is going on,” you spilled as electricity wrapped around your hands.

“How are you doing that?” he asked staring at you.

“Doing what?”

“Making lightning with your hands!” he urged clearly irritated. Looking down you hadn’t realized you had been doing that.

“I don’t know! It just happens! Usually I can control it but right now I’m kind of stressed out,” you all but yelled. Realizing he still had knives in his hands he placed them down.

“The only other person I know who can do that is my brother so forgive me if I am wary about you,” he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Who’s your brother?” you asked not daring to let your guard down. Those knives still scared you.

“Why should I tell you? I don’t even know you,” he said in a demeaning tone.

“Yeah and I don’t know you. Big deal! I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on. Plus if your brother has the same powers as me maybe he could help me.”

“Doubt it. Ever since I faked my death he’s left,” he mutters as if it’s a normal thing to do. Who fakes their own death? Is he running from the mafia? The government? That’s the only logical explanations you could think of.

“Well, then who are you since you won’t tell me who your brother is,” you demanded of him. This cemented a frown onto his face. He mumbled something under his breath.

“What?”

“Loki.”

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So Destiel. Canon probably. They're not together yet, mutual pining and self loathing abound. They're in a fight over, i dunno, Cas leaving again or Dean being reckless on a hunt..whatever your preference. Full on screaming at each other while Sam watches, until Dean gives some B.S. excuse for something then clams up & Cas growls in frustration... "being in love with you is so EXHAUSTING!" And that's how the love confessions comes out. Sam quickly exits the room and Dean and Cas have "the talk"

I love how my McKirk fic from my writing blog inspired this one :D this line in particular, right?

“But dammit, loving Jim wasexhausting.”

Anyway, sorry this took so long – asI said, I was out and about today and when I got home my brain just wouldn’tkickstart into doing anything but staring at my computer. For some reason.

So, this is 1615 words –it’s not exactly how you wanted, I think,but I hope you like it.

Also, yes, I guess I’m a LITTLE evil... for putting that read more where I did :D

Everything was as usual. Dean parked the Impala in thebunkers garage and everyone spilled out in a slower than usual fashion, one ortwo groans marking their movements as they heaved their tired bodies out of thepositions they’d been locked into for the last who knew how many hours. (Sam couldeasily figure it out, but what was the point? It was too damn long.)

“First dibs on the shower!” Dean shouted, tossing his keysat Sam, trusting him to get the bags.

Sam rolled his eyes and unlocked the trunk of the car to do justthat even as Dean disappeared around the corner. Sam caught sight of Cas,looking a little more disgruntled and disheveled than usual, frowning afterDean.

Sam sighed. “Everything okay, Cas?”

“I just wish Dean didn’t take things in such a cavaliermanner.”

Sam winced. It had been a tough case and Dean had rushed in asusual and gotten cornered. He’d been lucky not to be severely injured. No, thathad been last week, and Cas had struggled with his withering Grace to heal him.

Sam was with Cas on this one. He also wished that Dean wouldtake it a little easier. They weren’t as young as they used to be, and it wasstarting to show.

Maybe if what they were going up against were plain oldhumans, it’d be one thing, but the things they went toe to toe with on aregular basis had always been a little (or a lot) stronger and faster than theywere and age was taking its toll.

Sam watched as Cas disappeared through the door, taking thesame turn as Dean did. He looked down and realized both of them had stuck himwith all the bags.

The angel he understood. It wasn’t as if any of these bags werehis, so it was probably the last thing he was thinking about, especially as preoccupiedwith Dean as he was. But Dean…

“Dammit, Dean,” Sam muttered, even though his brother couldn’thear him. He shouldered his laptop bag and grabbed a duffel with each hand andfollowed after.

He’d only gotten halfway down the hall when he heard raised voices.Not knowing what was wrong – had the bunker been broken into again? How manytimes would this make? Amara, Lucifer, the British men of letters on multipleoccasions and those Frankenstein guys too – Sam promptly dropped the duffels,the laptop bag falling on top with a gentle thump.

Gun drawn, Sam followed the voices, swung around the corner,his heart pounding in his ears –

To find Dean and Cas squared off in the middle of thehallway, Dean only half clothed, and completely blocking Sam’s way if he wanedto get to his own room.

He blinked at the scene before him.

Normally, if Cas was mad at Dean, he gave him the silent treatment.Wonder where he got that from, Sam nearly snorted. And Dean, sure, he neverhesitated to raise his voice but it was never quite like this.

“- stop throwing yourself into danger, Dean!”

“It’s literally my job, Cas!” Dean shouted back. “Not gonnastop because you told me to! I ain’t a shrinking violet, y’know! I may not be abad ass angel of the lord, but I do some good in this world! I’m making adifference!”

Sam winced. He didn’t know if Cas could hear it or not, butthe tone of Dean’s voice almost had a pleading quality to it. A desperation andneed to be… not heard, maybe, but to have someone acknowledge that he was making a difference. Maybe forsomeone to assure him that he was?

“You can still do your ‘job’ and exercise a bit more cautionand restraint in what you do. You’re not going to make much difference if you’relying dead on the ground!”

Dean leaned forward and nearly stabbed Cas’s chest with hisfinger. “Hunters don’t always have the luxury of waiting if they want to getthe upper hand. If that means I need to take a few risks, then I’m damn wellgonna do it. Besides, I know you got my back.”

Leaning back, Dean tossed a smirk smug over at Cas, crossinghis arms over his naked chest.

Cas’s eyes flashed, and before Sam could even register hewas moving, Cas had slammed both his hands against the wall on either side ofDean, pinning him there. Dean’s face faltered, and emotions flitted over him sofast that even Sam, as used to Dean’s moods as he was, couldn’t identify them.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice was gruff, but uncertain.

“Dammit, Dean,” Cas growled, frustration clear. “Being inlove with you is exhausting!”

He should leave. This was about as personal as it got…

As quietly as possible – they still hadn’t noticed him, butthat wasn’t unusual for them either – he started to slowly back away.

 “I… what?” Dean gasped out. Sam nearly gasped as well. He’dknown. Of course he’d known. Thefuckers may be oblivious to their mutual pining, but Sam was trapped right inthe goddamn middle of it. He couldn’t escape it if he wanted to (and oh did hewant to!).

But to finally hear one of them admit it?

Maybe the world had ended.

Cas reeled back, realization and horror dawning on his face.He shoved away from the wall, away from Dean and looked away. “I-I’m sorry. Inever meant to say. I know you don’t feel the same way back. But…” he turned toface Dean again. “My Grace isn’t as strong as it once was and I don’t know howmuch longer I can keep putting you back together. I don’t think I can take it…if something happens to you – “

Dean stared openmouthed as Cas choked on his words, fumblingto a halt. He looked away from Dean again – thankfully, not in Sam’s direction.He was almost outta there. Just a few more steps – and whispered, “I’m sorry. I’llleave.”

He started to back away but a growl from Dean made Samfreeze and Cas’s head shoot back over in surprise.

“Why the hell do you keep leaving me?” Dean’s voice was rough and now he was advancing on Cas,the angel backing up till it was himpinned against the wall. And if that wasn’t one of the weirdest things he’dever seen. Cas could crush Dean like a bug and yet…  “Maybe I letmyself get hurt, because then you’d have to stick around. Huh? Ever think ofthat?”

“I… I don’t understand,” Cas said finally.

Just say it youdumbass, Sam mentally shouted. He eased a foot back, then another.

“What did you think Imeant every time I said I needed you?” Dean’s voice dropped to a whisper, but theacoustics of the hall still made every word crystal clear.

Oh god, did that mean they could still hear every step Sammade? He froze and inspected the tableau before him. No, the two of them weretoo involved in each other to make note of anything else around him. Sam closeshis eyes and sighed in relief.

Now if he could only get the courage to start moving again.

“For my… my mojo, of course,” Castiel said hesitantly. Thefact that he believed every word he said made Sam’s heart break. “To use my angelicgifts to help you and Sam – “

“No, you idiot – those are just the perks. I wouldn’tfucking care if you had no mojo atall. Hell, me and Sam ain’t got any, and we do just fine,” Dean argued. Herethought the last sentence. “Well, usually, anyway. No, Cas. I need you. For you. Not for your angel mojo, or your gazillion years of knowledge.I need you, for your obsession overbees – “

“That was one time, Dean…” Cas made a weak protest and Samalmost choked holding in his laughter. He well remembered the wild look in Dean’seyes when he mentioned the incident with a naked Cas showing up to talk – withbees crawling all over him.

“ – and your lack of pop culture knowledge despite Metatron’sfreaky downloading thing. I need you for your sass, your absolutely gorgeouseyes, your… your insane optimism, your weird naivety, your fucking brilliantmind… just… all of you. The parts ofyou that have nothing to do with what you are but who you are. And I… I fucking love you, Cas, okay?”

Dean was breathing hard at the end of his speech. Cas wasstaring at him with wide, hopeful eyes and Sam wanted to shout to the sky butdaren’t even breath.

One more step…

One more step and he’d be outta their hair.

Then Sam was gonna go right outside the bunker and shout “Fucking finally!” as loud as he couldto the sky and get it out of his system so he didn’t spill the beans to thefirst person who called. Sam should probably let Dean decide if and when hewanted to tell anybody else.

There was a time for fucking around with his brother, andthis was not one of those times.

The last thing Sam saw before he finally made it to safety,was Dean leaning forward slowly, eyes closing, while Cas’s arms slid up andaround Dean’s neck. Their lips touched, pulled away and met again in a series ofsoft and gentle kisses.

Sam smiled at their sappiness. They probably still had more airclearing to do, but this… this should get them started on the right path.

Finally, someone he loved was getting something theydeserved.

[allthings-fantasy]

Matching Marks (Chapter 3)

Author: @allthings-fantasy

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3246

Summary: While hunting for a siren, Dean learns more about the reader’s past. Meanwhile, the reader learns why she hasn’t been able to get Dean out of her head for the past three days. 

Warnings: language, abusive parents mentioned, angst (?) 

Authors Notes: Based off the supernatural 4.14 episode ‘Sex and Violence’ 

Part 1    Part 2         MASTERLIST

You were warm, too warm. There was a heavy weight pressing against the length of your body. Slowly you peaked your eyes open, rapidly blinking until your vision came into focus. The first thing you noticed was the shoulder pressed against your sternum, then the arm slung around your waist, the leg wedged between yours. You turned your head to the side, taking in the person beside you. 

Sam’s face was nuzzled into the pillow beside your face. You took a moment to take in his features, he looked so relaxed. He looked like the guy you met three years ago. Your hand pressed into his shoulder, giving him a soft shove. “Jesus, you’re heavy...” You grumbled softly and shoved a little harder. Eventually Sam grunted and shimmied over slightly. You took the opportunity and slipped out from underneath him, standing up. “Damn that man likes to cuddle.” 

A scoff from the other side of the room drew your attention to the small table. Dean was sitting down, lacing up his boots. “So, how was the couch?” He raised an eyebrow at you, glancing up from his laces.

Looking back at Sam on the bed, your cheeks flushed. “It was, uh, not as comfortable as expected.” You walked over and sat down on the chair opposite of him, bringing your knees up to your chest. 

“I told you, you should’ve let me sleep on it.” Dean stood up, grabbing the flannel off the back of his chair before tugging it over his shoulders. 

Your eyes followed his every move, almost marveling the way he moved. “Then you would’ve ended up cuddling with Sam... and something tells me you’re not much of a cuddling kind of guy.” You smirked up at him, tilting your head to the side slightly. 

“Who says I would’ve picked Sam’s bed to sleep in?” He paused to stare at you for a second, your mouth left slightly agape. You wanted to respond, truly, but his comment caught you off guard. Before you could muster a comment, he cut you off. “There’s a 24 hour diner right outside of town, was thinking of going to grab us some breakfast.” 

You nodded and stood up, grabbing your bag before heading off to the bathroom. “Give me 15, I’ll meet you out by the car.” You walked inside the room, pausing just before you shut the door. “Oh, I’m driving by the way.” This time it was Dean’s turn to be rendered speechless. 

Exactly fifteen minutes later, you went outside, seeing Dean leaning against the hood of your car. “You ready?” His head lifted to look at you, his bright green eyes piercing yours. For a moment your steps faltered. Dean nodded and stepped over to the passenger door. 

“You know, I don’t usually let people chauffeur me around.” He shifted in the seat slightly, turning his head to face you. 

You rolled your eyes as you slid into the driver’s seat. “Guess that makes me damn lucky.” The engine started with a deep rumble. You smirked as you watched Dean’s eyebrows raise from your peripheral vision. “So, where’s this diner at?” 

Ten minutes later, you and Dean were parked outside of Blackies Diner and heading inside. “I can’t believe you listen to Asia.” Dean scoffed as he held the door open for you. 

Your nose scrunched before heading inside. “Everyone likes Asia... and besides, driver always picks the music.” The diner was pretty empty for 8 in the morning. Your eyes scanned around the room, finding a booth situated in the back corner. 

The two of you sat down, immediately being greeted by a waitress who was a tad to peppy for this early in the morning. “Good morning! Can I get you guys anything to drink?” She glanced between the two of you. 

“I’ll just have a coffee, black please.” You offered her a tight smile and took the menu from her hand. You waited till Dean ordered and she walked away before talking to Dean. “So, tell me about this case you and Sam seem to be struggling with.” 

Dean chuckled from the other side of the booth, keeping his gaze cast down on the menu. “Uh, let’s see. Three men in the past two months brutally beat their wives to death. The only thing in common between them is that they all went to the same strip club, uh Honey Wagon. Anyways, they apparently met chicks who are, quote unquote ‘perfect’, then bash their wives heads in.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you bit your bottom lip, deep in thought. “Have you talked to anyone?” 

He nodded. “Yeah, a doctor. She said that the blood of the wives is normal, but in the husbands there was a large amount of oxytocin. Its a hormone that’s released during child labor and.. uh, sex.” 

You scoffed and opened your mouth to speak, but the waitress cut you off. “Here you go guys. Are you ready for food?” There was a twang in your stomach when her eyes lingered a little too long on Dean. Well, that’s new. Dean didn’t seem to notice, he ordered quickly following you. 

When Little Miss Sunshine walked away, you crossed your arms over your chest and looked over at Dean. “So we have a stripper cult that’s convincing men to kill their wives.” 

Dean smiled slightly, nodding his head. “Yeah, seems like it.” An idea popped in your head, making your eyebrows shoot up. “What?” You didn’t answer him, you wanted to fact check yourself. Pulling out your phone, you quickly typed something into Google. Your eyes scanned the website, quickly taking in the information in front of you. It was a possibility, a real good possibility. You turned your phone, sliding it over to Dean. “You think it’s a siren?” 

Your shoulders shrugged, watching as Dean scrolled on the screen. “I mean, it makes sense. Women luring men to do things for them. They’re the man’s ‘perfect woman’. I think it’s the best option we got to look into right now.” Dean sighed and handed you back your phone. 

“If this thing can morph into anything how in the hell are we going to catch it?” He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table top. 

“You can see their true reflection in a mirror, but besides that... beats me.” You let out off a soft sigh, running a hand over your forehead. Before either of you could say anything, your food arrived. Glancing at the woman’s name tag, you saw her name was Tiffany. Of course that’s her name. 

Tiffany put the food down on the table, her hand rested on his forearm as she kept her attention fully on him. “Anything else I can get for you?” 

It was hard to resist the urge to gag. “That’s everything, Tiff. Thanks.” You shot her a sweet smile before turning your attention on the food. A small smirk of pride came on your lips when she huffed before walking away. Picking up a piece of bacon, you bit it in half, practically groaning at the taste. “Damn, that’s good.” You looked up and noticed Dean staring at you, his eyebrows furrowed as if in deep concentration. “You alright?”

Whatever you said seemed to snap him out of his trance. “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.” You watched as he picked up his fork and stabbed his pancakes. “So I’ve been wondering, how in the hell did you get mixed up in all of this?” Dean’s eyebrow raised before shoving his mouth full.

“It’s a long, boring story. Highly doubt you want to hear it.” Your shoulders shrugged, brushing off his question. 

“I got all day, sweetheart.” Dean mumbled through his mouth full. The look of his cheeks puffed out sightly made you roll your eyes. 

“If you get bored it’s not my fault.” You pointed a piece of bacon at him, raising an eyebrow at him before you started. “I was 16, junior in high school, top of my class, star of the softball team, full on high school dream, right? Well, my father was the definition of an abusive alcoholic and my mom was the stereotypical housewife who let him do whatever the fuck he wanted. One night, he decided to make his daughter his punching bag. I forgot to take out the trash.” 

You paused for a moment, a humorless laugh coming from you before taking another bite. “Anyways, my mom went into living room and pretended she didn’t hear anything over the Family Feud playing on the TV. But, my little sister... My sister came out, in hysterics. She was screaming and crying, begging for something to come and ‘take the bad man away’. This man showed up, literally out of thin air. I thought I was hallucinating because I got hit on the head one too many times. He asked her what she would give him in order for him to make dad stop, asked if she would give up her soul. A ten year old doesn’t know what a soul means, she agreed. The demon didn’t just take my dad, he took her too.” 

Dean sat in total silence, either in shock or simply just trying to absorb all the information you just threw at him. His eyes racked over your features, it was enough to make you want to squirm. He swallowed hard before speaking again. “Did you ever see her again?” His voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. 

The smile that touched your lips wasn’t happy, it was bitter. “After that night I tried looking, did research out my ass. But it wasn’t till two years later that I finally saw her. Middle of the night, she appeared randomly in my room. I thought I was dreaming. But then her eyes went black.... Twelve year old’s shouldn’t be demons. She screamed that it was my fault she was a demon, that I shouldn’t have ever made dad mad all the time.” You never told anyone the next part of the story. No one ever asked, there was no reason to tell. Hell you barely even told anyone this much. But for some reason here with Dean, it seemed like the easiest thing in the world. “She tried killing me, Dean. I would’ve died if I didn’t...” You paused for a moment and took in a shaky breath. You could see it in your mind as if it just happened moments ago. “The demon left as soon as I bashed her head in. I killed my sister.” The last sentence burned as it slipped from your tongue. “Now I’m almost 23 and my job is hunting monsters.” 

You couldn’t look at Dean right now, he’d look at you as if you were a monster. He had a brother, he couldn’t imagine doing the thing that you did. Luckily you didn’t have to worry about his reaction, the thick air was cut by the sound of his phone ringing. Dean seemed to flinch at the heavy rock ringtone before picking it up. “Sam?... Y/N has an idea. A siren.... Yeah, I don’t know why we didn’t think of that either.... See you in 10.” He shoved his phone in his pocket before looking up at you. “There was another body, dude killed off his mother.” 

He didn’t have to say anything else for you to understand that the two of you needed to go. Dean pulled out his wallet and threw some money on the table. You would have to remember to thank him for that later. “Hey wait a second.” Dean stopped in an instant, turning on his heels to look at you. “Here.” You smiled slightly and handed him your keys. “Don’t stand there looking stupid, take the keys. I only offer once.” 

The smile on his face was priceless. He snatched the keys from your hand and walked over the driver’s door, unlocking it. “Awesome.” 

“So let me get this straight, the siren meets the dude at the strip club. They have bomb ass sex, then he bashes in his mother’s head?” You arched an eyebrow and sat down on the bed, crossing your arms. 

Sam nodded and rubbed a hand across his face. “It was the closest woman in his life... but I’ve been researching some more on siren’s and in order for them to get their hold on you, you have to somehow be infected with their venom.” 

“It could happen during sex.” Dean offered from the other side of the room, glancing between you and his brother. “Do you know how to kill the damn thing?” 

Sam scoffed and nodded. “A bronze dagger coated in the blood of one of its victim’s.” 

“Great.” Dean rolled his eyes and walked over, sitting down on the couch. “Why don’t we go back to that doctor and see if they still have the those blood samples from the victim? Sam can charm her and we can worry about the dagger after.” 

“Yeah that sounds good.” You watched as the two men stood, both of them grabbing their suits. “Wait, Y/N aren’t you coming?” Sam turned to look at you for a moment, confusion written in his expression. That caught Dean’s attention. 

You offered both of them a smile. “Why don’t you guys work on getting the blood and I’ll work on finding us a dagger?” 

“And where are you going to get a dagger?” Dean’s voice caught your attention again, turning to face him, you shot him a smile. 

“I have my connections.” 

Fifteen minutes later and the Winchester’s were dressed and out the motel door... and damn did they ever look good in a suit. As soon as they walked out the door, you called the only person you could think of who could help you. He picked up on the second ring, the voice instantly making you smile. “Y/L/N!! How’ve ya been? Killed anything good lately?” 

You laughed into the other line, shaking your head. “Hey Rufus, that’s actually why I called.” 

“Ohh, never call just to say hi, always needing something.” You rolled your eyes, his voice was dripping in sarcasm. “I’m kidding, kid. What do you need?” 

“You think you can get a hold of a bronze dagger for me?” You bit your lip, silently praying he had one just laying around. 

“A bronze dagger?! What do you need that for?” 

You rolled your eyes. “A siren, Rufus... do you have one?” 

His laugh from the other end of the line gave you your answer. “Of course I have one, where are you at? I can leave right now.” You gave him your location, finding a spot to meet in the middle. Sending a quick text to Sam to let him know what you were up to, you headed out the door. 

By the time you were heading home, the sun was about to set. Rufus met you three hours away with the dagger at some run down truck stop. When you were about an hour away from the motel, your phone rang. Looking down at the screen you noticed an unsaved number. “Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Dean. Listen, I think the doctor who we talked to earlier is the killer. She has her hooks in Sam. I’m going to meet up with an FBI guy we met, see if we can hunt this bitch down.” You listened for a moment, trying to make sense of everything he said. 

One thing just didn’t make sense to you. “An FBI guy? Dean you don’t even know him, how do you know you can trust him?” 

“I just do, alright?” The defense in his voice shocked you, he almost sounded... mad. “Did you get the dagger?” 

“Uh... yeah. I did. I’ll be back soon. Just be careful, okay?” 

“Got it.” With that you were met with the beep of a disconnected call. Something was wrong, it didn’t feel right. Your foot pressed down on the gas a little harder, you needed to get back. Fast. 

When you pulled back into the motel, you saw Dean’s car parked out front. Maybe they caught her already? Slipping the dagger up your sleeve, you got out of your car. After finding your keys, you opened the door. 

The sight in front of you almost made you falter, almost dropping the dagger. Dean stood at the far end of the room, he had a knife to Sam’s neck, desperate look in his eyes. “Y/N! No!” Sam’s voice rang out a second to late. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw a man lunge towards you. He slammed you back against the wall, knocking your head back against the wall, making you grunt. “So what? You’re FBI guy by day, stripper by night?” You snarled at him, bucking against his grasp. 

“I’m not here to hurt you, I just wanted Dean. I’m giving him what he wants, a real brother.” His eyes locked onto yours, a smirk forming onto his lips. “Well now it all makes sense.” The man half cackled, bringing his other hand up to cup your jaw. “You see, when I was digging through Dean’s little mind over there, a brother wasn’t the only thing he wanted. He wanted his soul mate.” His words weren’t making any sense. You had to fight off the urge to gag as his thumb traveled across your bottom lip. “You’re who I almost turned into.” 

Your jaw ticked as it clenched, teeth almost grinding together. Rage flowed through your veins, you were going to kill him. Stab him straight in the damn heart. “My soul mate is dead, I have a scar.” You growled at him. 

He laughed again, turning his head to look at Dean. You caught a glimpse of his face, he seemed emotionless. But Sam, he looked frantic. “Dean... why don’t you show our little friend here that tattoo on your arm?” You watched as Dean let go of Sam, taking a few steps towards you. 

The man pinning you to the wall loosened his grip slightly, distracted by the sight of Dean shrugging off his flannel. Taking this opportunity, you reeled your head back before knocking hard against his. He stumbled back, finally letting you go. “Sam!” In an instant you were tossing the dagger at him, which he caught with ease. 

“You bitch!” He lunged at you again, this time sending you slamming you down on the table. You could hear Dean and Sam scuffling on the other side of the room, but the hands that wrapped around your throat stopped whatever move your were about to make. You could feel yourself getting lightheaded. 

In a last ditch effort, you brought your knee up hard, colliding with his crotch. The man on top of you dropped his grasp, falling to his knees on the ground in front of you. You sat up a second later, watching as Sam plunged the knife through the siren’s back. 

You sighed in relief, watching as the monster’s life faded from its body. Sam heaved as he stood up, wiping his brow. He held his hand out to you, helping you from off the table. “Is your neck okay?” You nodded, looking over at Dean. 

But you weren’t looking at your face, no, something else caught your eye. There had to be some kind of mistake. Dean was in a tee shirt, his arm on display for you to see. 

Along with his tattoo. The tattoo that matched your scar. 

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[mychemicalginger]

Video Game Tag!

Thanks @sunlighthuntress for the tag! Pre warning guys, my brain has gone 'EVERYTHING IS DRAGON AGE NOW!' And made it my special interest. So that will probably what most of my awnsers are though I will try and mention others but you've been warned!

Favorite game from the last 5 years?

...straight in then. Obviously Dragon Age Inquisition, also it was actually my first Dragon Age game and I was hooked from the start. My brother went to me 'hey Rach wanna play this game? It has lqtbq representation and romance options' and i went 'sign me the fuck up!'

Most nostalgic game?

Probably Spyro. That was my first game I got really into! I really want to get the new version they've just released! That's the game that got me into games!

Game that deserves a sequel?

Bioware please just give us Dragon Age 4 I need it so bad and odds are I'll have to wait till I graduate and I want it so much. I just want my inquisitors to be okay and have retired happily with her husband and her dog to the countryside.

Game that deserves a remaster?

I would love love LOVE to see origins remastered! My precious Alistair! I wonder what they'd make the characters look like who we saw in inquisition, like would they look more like younger versions of the inquisition ones? Especially Cullen, I had to mod him in the first two games to make him look more like he does in inquisition because it was just hurting my brain how different he looks.

Favorite game series?

Okay if I haven't made this obvious by now

DRAGON AGE!

Favorite genre?

RPG! Definitely! Especially story heavy ones.

Least favorite genre?

Mutiplayers and games that are all 'go fight and shoot' but no plot. Also I don't play video games to be social ew.

Favorite song from a game?

I love the life is strange soundtrack. Especially in before the storm. I'm going with Bros by Wolf Alice because I really like that band so seeing them in before the storm was awesome.

Favorite character from a game?

Just one?!?!? Urgh Okay? And the nominees are... Dorian, Cullen, Alistair, Purple Hawke, Sera, Lelianna, Josephine, Iron Bull, Nick Valentine, Piper, Preston Garvey, Curie, Nate Drake, Elena Fisher, Sully, Garrus, Liara t'soni, Tali, Grunt, Thane, Aloy but the winner is... wow this is hard...

Okay just for overall character I have to go with Alistair Theirin from Dragon Age (though he is my second favourite romance in the whole series but if they did origins remastered I think there's a good chance that could change...)

Favorite ship from a game?

Okay while it probably is one of my playable characters and their romance option I'm going to choose a not a romance option couple.

Dorian and Iron Bull. I will literally leave my game open overnight just to get those two together I love it.

Favorite voice actor from a game?

Uuuh I dunno I really make a point of not knowing too much about the voice actors because I love the characters so much I don't want to see the character and go 'oh that's that actor!' Especially with romanceable characters cause my fave romance is Cullen but the only time I see things about his voice actor it's a negative thing so I'd rather not have them too closely associated.

So I'm going to pick of voice acting not the actor themselves. So on that note I'm going to say Alistairs voice actor (something Valentine I think? Like I said I don't know much about voice actors) BECAUSE the same guy voiced a guy in Uncharted whose name I forgot but I felt like they were really different characters they were both really well voiced so there we go!

Favorite cutscene?

All the inquisition romance cutscenes they had the best ones. No okay let's be real. Uuuh. Oh!! The cutscene in Uncharted 4 where Nate goes to get Sam and he says goodbye to Sully and Elena 💕

Favorite Boss?

I think I'm going with Rafe in Uncharted 4 because that's such a good scene.

First Console?

It was a PlayStation one! I had a weird one one of my dad's old workers had put a special chip in so I could play these disks he had copied which meant I had like fifty games on it and I loved it.

Current Console or Consoles?

I have PS4 here but I have a ps3 at my parents house.

Console you want?

I don't really want another console but I would like a good PC! I have a laptop but I wouldn't want to run anything too big because it used to crash just on Sims for ages.

Place from a game that you’d like to visit?

Uuuh the winter palace in Dragon Age? I'm not sure...

Place from a game that you’d like to live in?

SKYHOLD!!!!!

Ridiculous crossover that would never happen but would be super fun?

Mass Effect and Dragon Age! Technically they exist in the same universe!

Book that would make a good game?

I feel like Hunger Games could have been a good game series.. lots of combat scenes, Katniss hunting in the beginning would be a good tutorial level.

Show/Movie that would make a good game?

I mean most the MCU films would work I mean look how many spider man games there are I want a Thor one next! Or Guardians of the Galaxy!

Games you want to play? 

 What power-up or ability would you want in real life?

The new Spyro! Red dead redemption 2, marvels spider man

Have you gotten 100% completion in a game?

Nooooooooo

 Have you cried over a game?

I'll cry the day I have DA4 in my hands.

What power-up or ability would you want in real life?

Just make me a mage guys!

And tagging uuuh.... if you want to do this I tag you!! Enjoy!

[mythological-survivor-no-mikoto]

Episode 1.1 - This Game is Rigged Against People Who Can’t Read - Vi

The two tribes, Awashima and Hiroku were pitted against each other in a game of Hostile Harai. After a relatively close battle, Hiroku pulled ahead and won a 10% challenge multiplier in the next immunity challenge.

At the immunity challenge, the tribes battle each other in a game of Semantris that led to victory for Hiroku, beating the other tribe even without the score multiplier needed.

At Hiroku, the winning tribe, they celebrated their win and continued to form relationships, though no alliances had yet formed. Emma ventured into the expeditions and found the Awashima hidden immunity idol and was given the option between leaving the idol in place or gifting it to a member of Awashima. Emma opted to gift the idol to Adam with the note: “Can’t wait for merge! (heart) PH.”

At Awashima, bonds began to form and take control of the vote. Katie, Rachael, Rodrigo and Josh in particular began to formulate a plan to vote out Lauren for being the most inactive member of the tribe. Lauren had other plans, wanting to target Adam for similar reasons. After some discussion of idols with Rodrigo, Katie and Rachael opted to vote for Adam as well. At tribal council, Lauren was voted out 7-3 against Adam, who kept his immunity idol in his pocket.

PART 1

“im either first boot or i win no in between”

“Omfg VI IS PLAYING I LOVE HER SO MUCH THE LOML. Also nikias has such a cool energy”

“All of my chats so far are with the men, I think I’m too intimidated by the pretty girls??”

“Fuuuuuck Katie is playing?!?!?! 😭😭😭😭 SHES TOO GOOD SHE GOTTA GO”

“Minding my own business and praying these people never witnessed Svalbard🙃”

“When you rejected Katie for prom and she comes for you in your DMs”

“Katie is gr8. Josh is gr8. Really just vibing tbh”

“I'm so glad that on my tribe I already have previous good relationships with Regan, Katie, and Vi. Marc is pretty great too. I feel good so far woooo. also prayer circle for Olivia I hope I get to see her in a tribe swap or something”

After receiving a bonus in the immunity challenge: “guys look at me win!”

“im going to see if i can trick jay into thinking i want to work with him till f2”

“whyyyy am I so awkward hahahahaha ha ah ha abaaghhhhhhhhh”

“this game is rigged against people who can’t read. Someone save me”

Olivia goes on an expedition to Mt. Ishizuchi, where she must climb 100 steps to reach the top. After 15 minutes she completes the task that reveals no reward with this to say:

“Are you fuckin kidding me 🤬 Wtf guys 😐😑”

“I legit message every single person on this tribe and i tried to communicate with them, however nobody messaged me first which makes me low key a little paranoid. Is it the fact that i am too excited to get to know every one? or could it be that some people feeling comfortable alliance? we shall see, at thee moment i don't really believe there is one or if it is there would be of players that have play together before, but i haven't notice any one who would know someone else in my tribe. At the moment, i have 0 game talks i am trying to talk to people but i don't wanna approach people and make them feel that i am playing too hard too fast so i just wanna get to the first steps of getting to know them and then build of an alliance. I feel like the people that i would like to bring in a potential alliance at the moment would be Olivia, Abby, Zach (so hot btw) and there are people that i wanna work with based on interviews ( Cori and Ally) but they haven't give me anything yet too to make them feel that i could work with them, idk i don't really enjoy being the only one who is asking questions and try to lead a convo and that's why at the moment i haven't be able to see if i could potential work with them. My biggest concern mark is Constance, i enjoy talking with him and he seems like a gamer and i would like to work with a gamer but there is something in me that feels that he could make a move later on very unexpectenly”

“Ok so I’m doing well with aly, nikias, em, and corinda. Abrielle too but I’m more wary of her bc of her Svalbard connections. Hopefully I can make a ladies alliance happen within the next couple of days naturally. Odd and Sam aren’t giving me anything and Constance is a wildcard bc I know his history”

“Also I forgot to say I also know jay from the other tribe I hosted an org that he won : o. Him and Vi were close so I imagine they’ll be paired up by now. So that either gives me an opportunity to join them as a third wheel or it could take away vi as my potential closest ally. Vi played my first ever org with me :’)”

Abrielle went to Mt. Tsurumi in Kyushu where she received the voting coin for boiling water 

Olivia goes on another expedition to the Kojima Shrine. She luckily went during low tide, and was able to claim the Protective Crystal which blocks the next vote cast against her. “Oh fuck yeah”

“forgot about the great soybean massacre of 1586″

“So far I feel as though I’ve made some decent connections on this tribe even if they are minimal. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know so many fresh faces but depending on how we do in this challenge, connections unfortunately can not overlook performance as a tribe unless you work it to a certain degree. I do hope that several of my tribe members can help us pull the win for this challenge because I am not doing so hot!”

“The only concerns I have on my tribe are Em and Olivia because they know me from Tumblr and didn’t really like me all that much but I won’t say anything and just let life work it’s course. If I don’t delve into the past and let it linger it’ll only fall into their blame if they use that as their leverage if they target me later down the line. My main goal is to ultimately create friendships in this game and even if they decide to speak with me (Em hasn’t) that’s all that truly matters to me. Because ultimately, I don’t dislike anyone regardless of what anyone says. 💘”

“Honestly having immunity is really important, we get a taste of the twist be with zero affection towards us and it could allow us to be more prepare in the a future tribal council. Also you need time in this game and especially at the beginning, i am hoping for the win at the moment.”

“Here u can start seeing Rodrigo in his natural habitat: Forming relationships, talking to people. This is what Rodrigos gameplay is about. He creates relationships strong enough quickly to be able to slip by. Now Rodrigo plans, this season, to take his game one step further and actually transition from a social game only to a strategic game too. Is it too early to rock the boat? We shall see next time in... MYTHOLOGICAL SURVIVOR NO MIKOTO!!! also I find it really funny that I already told like what 5 people I have their back: Josh, Rach, Vi, Katie, Marc. tobe honest this 5 are kind of an ideal 5 for me to align with but with Marc wanting to bring Jay and Reegan idk tbh but the way things are looking it may come down to Adam or Lauren but tribal is only on Monday so theres a lot to play out. Well something else I do feel kinda bad throwing Adam udner the bus to Katie and it really has nothing to do with our past history its just how the convo developed that led to me saying tha”

After being exiled Rodrigo sent this: 

“I don't like who i'm with. I want to be carried but with almost all new people to me, I gotta try”

Olivia goes on an expedition to the Sado light house, rewarding her with a 3 hour exile from her tribe. Her tribe is not notified of why she was removed from the chat, prompting speculation about what happened. 

“captain’s log #49. Fred the squirrel has crafted a boat and left the lighthouse sooner than I. I feel defeat creeping over me. I’ve been here for 10 minutes and I’ve tried every which way to let my tribe know I didn’t desert them, IM NOT A TRAITOR. I even changed my pfp in the hopes someone would catch on. Guess we shall see. IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE”

“Catch me taking down notes on who sweetly tried to contact me. That’s who imma vibe with in this game. Constance, nikias, corinda, Abby :]”

Emma took an expedition to Honshu where she completed a challenge to find the Awashima hidden immunity idol. 

Chose to gift the idol to Adam with the note: “Can’t wait for merge (heart)! PH.”

“I JUST REALIZE I CANT BRING OLIVIA INTO MY CHAT AS A GUEST. Life sucks”

After being given the idol by Emma, his only response was: 

 “PH hmm”

“also heres a thought. I'd LOVE to get rid of like Reegan next if we go to tribal but the thing is the following: with us voting Lauren this vote I kinda need to play it up for the public. I dont want people thinking I am a meninist. Because I am not. so if Lauren does go this round. I think a MAN will need to suffer the consequences. Its what they deserve to be honest. Peace.”

“Going great! I got a little advantage and we’re immune. I think im making good connections? I’m trying not to be too much like I usually am like I’m holding back”

Olivia went on another expedition to Lake Kamo on Sado where she broke a fishermans oyster trap, resulting in her being exiled from her tribe until she had collected four buckets of oysters. 

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. IM GONNA KERMIT WHAT THE FUCK. I’m literally crying whyyyy. expeditions are the worst fucking thing I’m gonna Kermit IM GONNA KERMIT. CAPTAINS LOG #926 I AM ONCE AGAIN EXILED AND SOBBING AS I HAVE TO FUCKING COUNT OYSTERS WHAT IS THIS CRUEL WORLD WHAT THE FUCK WHY ME”

After almost 40 minutes, Olivia completed the task and was allowed back to her tribe. 

“I don’t even get a reward for all that 😭 I’m just sad now”

“I have really been trying to up my social game more than any other game I have been involved in. It may seem like a little too much, but at the same time, I really want to emphasize what I said I would do and that is make genuine friendships with people and do what I can in order to move myself forward in this game. Even if it may cost me my opportunity to win, I at least know that I went out of this game knowing I created a connection with each and every person in someway. 

With that said, I think that the idol searching mechanic shows how hard someone is trying to find something because it ultimately catches everyone’s attention if you get something negative like being exiled from your tribe or whatnot.

I’m not quite sure what this game has in store for me and I don’t expect to accomplish much when it comes to challenges so I hope to bring my socially adaptable techniques into my strategy for the long haul.”

#Mythological Survivor #episode 1 #Survivor