#my beloved winchesters i’m fine.

[wrenwinchester]

Honestly, like lord knows I don’t like or care about either John or Mary Winchester, because neither of them were good parents, I have some lenience for John, he went psycho after his wife died and he wanted answers and to keep his kids safe. (Not saying he was right, in the way he did it, but I truly believe he did his best with what he had, and what he knew. Besides losing himself along the way.) But Mary even before her death only kind of gave a shit about her sons. She left Dean when he was barely over a year old to tie up loose ends. We don’t know how long she was gone, or what she told John when she left or got back. And then when she came back, when Amara brought her back, she left as soon as she got overwhelmed, barely an explanation, and then eventually started working with the people who kidnapped and tortured her youngest, and beat her oldest up. She’s not a good Mom, she was never a good Mom, at least once upon a time, John was a good Dad, he may not have been the best husband, but he was a good Dad. And he cared about his family. Mary put on a facade, she pretended she was something she wasn’t. Something she could never be. And she knew it.

And also in my fic, Millie will despise her, when she finds out about her saving Asa in 1980, more so when she starts working with the BMoL, not for what they did to her, but what they did to Sam, of course they were both put on the psychedelic drugs when they were trying to gain information, but Sam got the brunt of it. And with the little she knew, Bevell was lucky to be alive. So when Mary teamed up with them, after Dean yelled at her, and Sam told her to leave, Millie ripped into her, asked how she could do that to them, to Sam. That Millie wishes she could be mad for herself, but she doesn’t know how, she doesn’t care to learn how, because she’s only known how to protect her brothers. Deans rage doesn’t even begin to match her own, and she’ll never forgive her for this. (She reluctantly does, eventually, but that’s its own long story). Mary finally concedes, and she leaves. And Millie, Sam, and Dean have a family movie night. And Millie never forgets the pain Mary caused. To her, but mostly to her brothers, to Dean. And that, she just can’t, won’t stand for.

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[holylulusworld]

Not in my car - Flufftober 16

Summary: Dean is not amused finding you and Sam in his car.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: implied smut, implied car sex, fluff, fun, banter, Dean being Dean, love confessions

Trope: Love confessions

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

It all started with a hushed I love you. 

Sam and you ended up in the backseat of Dean’s car after a rough hunt. because you didn’t want to drive to a cheap motel and sleep on scratchy sheets. 

That's why you and Sam shared the backseat and talked for hours. It was the first time you had the time to talk without Dean interrupting your flirty banter with his brother.

The elder hunter ended up going home with the pretty bartender and you, well you tried to make the best out of your time with the younger brother.

“We never talked like that before,” you snuggled in his warm chest, and dreamed of a life you’ll never have. “We should do this more often.”

“Talk, or go on a hunt without my brother,” Sam joked, but there was something else hidden behind his words. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled your hair. “I like being alone with you.

“I love Dean like a brother, but I like being alone with you too, Sam,” you whispered. “Very much.”

“Y/N,” Sam said, “I need to tell you something.”

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes. “What do you want to tell me?”

“I-I love you,” he suddenly spluttered. “I do for a while. I just didn’t know if you felt the same. But I thought I’d take the chance and tell you. If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. We can just…”

You cupped his face to silence his doubts with your lips. “I love you too, Sam. I was the same. Always afraid to tell you about my feelings. Maybe I should’ve told you earlier.”

“We both should’ve admitted our feelings much sooner but,” Sam claimed your lips in a soft kiss. “We have wasted so much time.”

“Sam, we’ve got tonight,” you whispered lowly. “Who cares about yesterday…”

“Sammy, Y/N, I’m back and—” Dean frowns deeply. He came back from the bar, without the barkeeper. Dean decided to sleep in his car and forget she left him for some other guy. Now the windows are fogged, and odd noises are coming out of Baby. “Sam…what?” 

He gets his gun out, ready to attack whoever is messing with his car.

As he looks inside the car through the window, he retches.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” the hunter curses, but decides to turn around and forget what he saw. “I’m out of this for good. Sonofabitch.” 

You roll your eyes as Dean immediately checks his car the moment Sam gets out of Baby. He gets behind the steering wheel and starts the engine. Baby roars to life, and he nods.

“You didn’t wreck my car, that’s a pro,” the hunter grumbles. Dean hates letting someone else drive his car, and he hates the memory of last night even more.

Catching you and his brother having sex in the backseat of his beloved car was the last thing the hunter wanted to see.

“Dean, your brother always drives carefully,” you grumble. “Baby is fine.”

“It’s not about driving,” Dean turns around to look at the backseat. He scrunches up his nose and shudders. Dean didn’t want to say a thing about what he saw last night, but he could not allow anyone to taint his car. “You will clean my car first thing when we are back at the bunker.”

“What? Why?” You gape at Dean.

“You know why.” The hunter gives you a bitch face. “I saw and heard things for nightmares. Sammy and you will clean my baby. And I mean every inch of her!”

Fuck. Dean knows…

“Sam, I’m tired,” you sigh as you are still busy scrubbing the backseat. “She’s clean. Don’t you think?”

“No, no…sweetheart,” Dean grunts. “You will clean her for a second time. And…no more sex in my car!”

He points at you, followed by a stern look in his brother’s direction.

Sam and you will spend two more hours cleaning the car. At least you can do it together. Every moment you can spend with Sam is precious… 

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[jasmines-library]

Up and Down

WHUMPTOBER 2023: Day three, prompt ‘solitary confinement/make it stop’

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: After returning from being tortured by the devil himself, your brain can’t help conjure up its own images which refuse to leave you alone.

Warnings: Hallucinations, manipulation, glass shattering, negative comments about reader.

Word count: 1.3K

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS

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He was there again. 

That tall, looming figure that seemed to always wear a shit eating grin on his face. He was lounging across a chair, drumming his fingers against the wooden table and singing obnoxiously loudly to some song you had never heard before but had promptly decided that it was already getting on your nerves. With elbows resting on the table opposite him, you clenched the hair on your head into fists and let out a frustrated sigh, rising to your feet and storming away from the library. 

“Aw, come on.” Lucifer pouted. “I thought you liked my singing Y/N?”

Rolling your eyes, you made your way into the kitchen to where Dean was thickly spreading peanut butter on a slice of bread, trying to drown out the jests from the archangel he was still hurling at you. At the sound of your footsteps Dean raised his head greeting you with a grin. 

“Hey Kiddo. How’s it going?”

You were hesitant in your answer. Dean knew the toll that coming back since being tortured by Lucifer was taking on you. You were much more jumpy than usual and opted to spend much more time locked up alone in your room than spending time with your beloved hunter friends. Dean couldn’t help but feel guilty everytime he heard you cry out in your sleep from across the hall. He couldn’t help but feel deep down that all of this was his fault. After all, it was he and Sam who decided to reopen the cage - it was he and Sam who Lucifer wanted revenge on. Instead of responding verbally, you opted to nod, knowing that an unwanted tremble would snake its way out between your words, like it had your hands. 

You couldn’t help but stiffen at the voice behind you. It didn’t go unnoticed by Dean, who moved away from his PB&J to place his hand on top of yours.  “It’s okay sweetheart. It’s only Sammy.”

Turning, you watched as the lumbering man struggled in through the door. His arms hugged a selection of paper bags awkwardly. He smiled; a gentle gesture before placing the bags on the counter, and wrapped you up in one of his bear-hugs. Returning the gesture, you smiled into his blue flannel, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you had been holding. Detaching yourself from Sam, you began unloading the groceries he had brought back with him, listening to the eldest Winchester talk animatedly about the latest show he had decided to binge watch on netflix. It brought a grin to your face.

Here, with Sam and Dean around you, you felt much safer. That was until that irritating voice drifted into your ears. You dug your nails firmly into your palm, leaving little grooves on the soft skin, hoping that the dull pain would distract you from the image of the Archangel. When that didn’t work, and his remarks still rang through your head, you turned to flee the room. 

“Y/N?” Sam tilted his head. 

“I’m fine, Sam. Promise.” You nodded. 

Sam was about to say something, but shut his mouth as he watched you flee the kitchen, your bare feet pattering on the wooden floors as you retreated back down the corridors and into your room, locking the door, and the hollering of Lucifer behind you. Albeit, you could feel him lingering over your shoulder. Taking a deep breath and screwing your eyes shut, you pinched yourself harshly. 

Lucifer chucked deeply. “Real cute, Y/N.”

You turned and pushed past him. 

“You know you can’t ignore me forever.” You stopped abruptly. “I miss our little heart-to-hearts.” 

You rolled your eyes, moving towards your desk and beginning to shuffle the contents around. That was when he started singing. It was an old song. A sad song that you and the Winchesters used to listen to on particularly difficult nights. One that you associated with comfort.

“Stop.” You told him firmly. 

He didn’t. Only sung louder, edging closer to you.

“Stop it.” You said once again.

Lucifer continued to sing mockingly. 

“I said stop it!” You yelled, throwing the glass that you were moving at him. It sailed straight through the illusion and shattered on the ground. He grinned manically. 

“There we go, Y/N!” He howled, clapping his hands together joyously. “That’s what I’m talking about. This is the you I miss. Where did all that fire go, huh kiddo?”

“Leave me alone.” You spat out through gritted teeth. 

“Mm” Lucifer pinched his chin between his thumb and his index, tilting his head towards the ceiling. “I don’t think I want to…You see, now you’ve acknowledged me, you’ve let me in.”

You shook your head, backing away from him as you approached. “No.”

“Oh yeah. I can see everything Y/N.”  The devil proceeded forwards until your back hit the wall. “I’m inside your pretty little head. “ He sang. 

“You’re lying.” You shook your head, trying to convince yourself more than him. There were voices outside your door, but they were drowned out by Lucifer. “Sammy said that nothing you say is true. He- knows. He’s been here before.”

Tutting, the blond rolled his eyes. “Sammy, is a lying, untrustworthy piece of shit.”

“Don’t say that.”

“He doesn’t care about you Y/N. None of them do. They’re just using you Y/N.”

“You’re lying.” Rouge tears began to snake down your face.

“They just feel bad for you. You’re a liability, Y/N. You’re gone as soon as they get the chance to get rid of some dead weight. They don't need someone like you on their team, dragging them down. I mean, think of how easy it was for me to get to you. Poor, helpless, useless-”

“STOP IT!” You cried, sinking to your knees.

Your heart pounded in your head, beating like a drum to the rhythm of an army march.

“You are nothing Y/N. You’re nothing without those Winchesters. You are nothing without me!”

“Get out!” You sobbed “clutching your knees to your chest.

“You are worthless.”

The pounding grew louder as you buried your head between your knees. Fat tears fell down your cheeks, pooling on your jeans as Lucifer continued his onslaught of words. That was when you realised that the drumming was not your heartbeat, but the sound of Sam and Dean trying to break down the door to your room having heard the commotion. When they managed to barrel themselves in, Sam’s heart dropped when he saw you rocking back and forth in the corner of the room, lip trembling with hands plastered over your ears. He took one cautiously in his hand. You drew back sharply, eyes moving frantically across his features. 

“Please…” You whispered. “Make it stop.”

Wrapping you up gently he allowed you to bury his face in his chest, ignoring the dampness that followed as you continued to weep silently. Dean pulled you in close from the otherside, encasing you in between them. He never would fully understand what you were going through, no matter how hard he tried. He could sympathise, sure. He had been through decades for torture himself. But he would never be able grasp onto exactly what you were experiencing. Sam would be able to understand more; he too saw Lucifer for a while. But they both knew that no two experiences were the same. They knew that people cope differently and that was okay. All they could do was stick by you and help you work this out. And was exactly what they chose to do.

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<- DAY TWO ⛤ DAY FOUR ->

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@senjoritanana

#whumptober2023 #whumptober #no.3 #make it stop #solitary confinement #hallucinations #hallucinate #ptsd #supernatural #spn #supernatural x reader #spn x reader #supernatural x injured reader #fanficion

[deancaspinefest]

Given to Fly

Author: MittenWraith (mittensmorgul) | Artist: seidenapfel

Posting on Sunday April 14

It only upsets Dean's comfortable routine a little bit when Claire's illustrious uncle moves down to Norfolk to run his airfield. That is, until he meets his new boss face to face and can barely make words happen. Cas isn't doing much better, even if he knows exactly what he'd say to Dean if only he weren't Dean's commanding officer... Test pilot instructor Cas (who's afraid of boats) ran from his Air Force family to join the Navy, Dean ran from his Marine Corps father to work on airplanes for the Navy-- just as long as he doesn't have to fly in one, he's fine. They've met in the middle, but also in an impossible circumstance. It seems as if the one thing they want is something they can't have. Unless solving one impossible mystery could free them...

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Dean arrived at work bright and early the next morning, expecting to have a little time to get ready before Captain Castiel Novak was expected to make a general inspection with Rufus in advance of handing over the reins to him. Unfortunately for Dean, he was a little too late for that. He walked into his office to find Rufus sitting in his chair, having a cup of his coffee. That in itself wasn’t surprising, but the fact he was sharing a cup while having a chat with the illustrious and storied Captain Novak was. He was so entirely caught off guard he almost forgot to salute as Rufus got to his feet.

“Chief Winchester, we weren’t expecting you in for another half hour or so,” Rufus said as Captain Novak stood up and turned around to be introduced and saluted. Dean was grateful to Rufus for babbling on for a bit before getting to business, because the second Dean saw the man’s face he lost the power of speech. “Captain Novak wanted to know where to get the best cup of coffee on base, so of course I led him straight to your office. Captain Castiel Novak, this is Chief Petty Officer Dean Winchester, mechanic extraordinaire and keeper of primo coffee beans.”

Dean managed another salute, which Novak returned.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chief Winchester,” Castiel said, looking just as knocked off balance as he shook himself off as Dean felt. “I understand we’ll be working closely together.”

Since Dean was standing there rather dumbly nodding back at him, Rufus broke the tension by clearing his throat and sitting back down at Dean’s desk.

“Captain Novak will be shadowing me for the next few days, and then taking over full time by the end of next week,” Rufus said. “Though I’m sure you don’t need me teaching you the ropes on how an airfield runs.”

Novak let out a little huff of a laugh at that. “Hopefully not. Though it is a new working environment, and the transition can be difficult for everyone involved. It’s well known you’re a beloved leader to your crew, and filling those shoes is never easy. Though the excellent coffee doesn’t hurt,” he added, taking his seat and toasting Dean with his cup.

Dean just stood there looking at Novak’s shoes before finally shaking himself off and noticing the apologetic smile on his new boss’s face falter just a little. Novak glanced at Rufus before looking back at Dean.

“I hope we haven’t overstepped, invading your space like this…”

“No, sir. My door is always open for anyone who needs it,” Dean finally managed, starting to feel like a human being and not a walking x-ray scan. Novak was still staring at him, though, and he knew he must be making a terrible impression. He pulled himself together and stood up a little straighter. “Even if they just need a decent cup of joe.”

“Well, Winchester, since you’re here, would you mind going through morning inspection with the Captain?” Rufus asked, after it was clear that Dean and Cas would otherwise just continue to stare at each other if left to their own devices.

Dean was doubly grateful that he’d already stopped for breakfast on his way in and hadn’t brought it with him to eat at his desk. He dropped his gear bag beside his desk and grabbed the inspection roster off the shelf beside the door.

“Ready when you are, Captain. One fifty cent tour, coming right up.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday April 14)

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[fangirlingfromdownunder]

In-Air Comfort

Summary - You comfort Dean through his fear of flying.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x OC Andre (platonic)

Warnings - minor swearing, fluff, mention of alcohol

Word Count: 1,167

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too.  

Sam had taken off across the country in the Impala leaving you and Dean stranded in Chicago. You don’t know when he left, but when you woke up that morning all his stuff was gone along with Dean’s beloved Baby. 

You had spent the last half hour trying to calm down your boyfriend, and reassure him that his brother and his car would be ok. When he finally settled down he called up the telco company while typing away on your laptop trying to get Sam’s GPS location. A few minutes later he hangs up and calls out for you. “He’s in Tampa, Florida. We’re gonna have to hot wire a car, start packing while I do that.”

“You know how long it’s gonna take to drive to Tampa? Why don’t we fly, he’s got Baby there so no point in having two cars anyway.”

“Fly? No thanks. Who cares about having two cars, I’ll just leave the other one in Tampa when I get my best girl back.”

“Your best girl? I thought I was your best girl?” You stroll over to your and Dean’s bed and take your laptop from Dean, searching for flights to Tampa. “There’s a flight in two hours and we can get two seats next to each other. I’m gonna book it. Sam could go anywhere by the time we drive there, this way we have a better chance of catching up with him.”

“I’m not flying, Y/N.”

You can feel his body tensing beside you, so you put the laptop aside and crawl into your boyfriend’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his nose. “Ok, spill it, handsome. What’s so bad about spending a few hours on a plane next to me?” 

He sighs as he wraps his arms around your waist and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“Come on, baby, use your words. Something’s up and it’s more than just Sam disappearing in your car.” You kiss the top of his head and run your hands through his hair. When he continues to stay silent, you say, “wait! Are you scared of flying, baby? My big strong warrior is afraid of spending a few hours in a big metal bird?”

He sheepishly nods, his head still against your neck.

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll be right there beside you holding your hand the entire time. You can squeeze my hand and cuddle me as much as you want. We could even join the mile-high club if you want,” you say with a smirk, even though he’s not looking at you. After that comment though he places a kiss on your neck as he slowly pulls back.

“If that’s on offer then I may have to overcome my fear.”

“Does that mean I can book the flight and we can go get Sam and Baby back?”

He kisses you and nods his head reluctantly, you kiss him back before reaching behind you for your laptop to book the seats. Once your tickets are secured you kiss your boyfriend one last time before getting up to finish packing up and ordering a ride to the airport. When you are almost done Dean drops a heavy duffle on your bed. “What do you suppose you do with these, my frequent flier?”

“I have my contacts.”

“You do realise this bag is full of knives, guns and various other weapons?”

“I know. Just trust me.”

“Fine, but if we get kicked off the plane then just know that you will never get me in an airport again.”

You saunter over to your panicking boyfriend hugging him tightly, “have a little faith in your girl, would ya, Winchester.”

He just shakes his head and chuckles, kissing you as you hear a horn outside, “that’ll be our ride, handsome.” He pulls away and takes your hand in his, carrying his duffles over his other shoulder. He carefully loads your bags into the trunk of the black SUV you ordered, but when he comes back around the side of the car he catches you hugging the driver who is dressed in a flight attendant outfit. Dean clears his throat loudly causing you to pull away.

“Dean, this is my old hunting partner, Andre. Andre, this is my boyfriend Dean.” You walk over to your boyfriend and reassuringly squeeze his hand. “Andre’s a flight attendant now; he helps fellow hunters get around the country. So, yeah, I told ya I had it all under control.”

Dean just nods, eyeing off the slightly shorter, leaner man. “Alright, that’s quite enough overprotective jealousy from you,” you say glaring up at your boyfriend, “Andre has a boyfriend. Speaking of how is Romeo?” you ask Andre.

“He’s amazing as ever. I told him about hunting. It was rough after that but once I assured him I’m not in the big leagues anymore he calmed down. He still isn’t exactly happy about me doing this part either though.”

“He’s just being protective. He loves you. This one can be the same at times,” you squeeze Dean’s hand again, smirking. “Now come on, we better get a move on before we miss our flight.”

You hop in the back of the SUV with Dean as Andre jumps back in the driver's seat. You notice a smug smile on Dean’s lips when you opt to sit with him instead of riding shotgun with your friend. Seeing this, you lean into him and whisper, “you really have nothing to worry about, I love you.”

After not too long you pull up in the staff car park around the back of the airport. You and Dean take a duffle each and Andre takes your arsenal. Andre walks through the back entrance after pointing you in the direction of the passenger’s check-in. 

You make your way through check-in and security almost without a hitch, until Dean gets the secondary pat down thanks to his nervous demeanour. You poke fun at him, earning yourself a pat down as well. But thanks to Andre there’s nothing on your bodies to find. The security guards let you go and grab your luggage to make your way to your gate. You still have 20 minutes to boarding so you stop by a cafe and get your caffeine fix and a sandwich for Dean, knowing his hanger would set in if he didn’t eat soon. When you return to the gate with the coffee and sandwich he thanks you and offers you a bite of the sandwich which you happily take, before letting him finish the rest himself. 

It’s not long before you are boarding and getting comfortable in your allocated seats, you let Dean have the first choice. He opts for the aisle so he could get up and walk around if he needed to, which you are glad about because you wanted the window anyway, not that you planned to pay much attention to anything besides the handsome man beside you. 

When the plane starts taxiing down the runway he grips your hand tight, while lowly humming a Metallica song. You squeeze back, reaching your other hand over to rest on his thigh. “I’m right here with you, baby. Just squeeze my hand.”

The flight continues smoothly, Dean’s hand never leaving yours. Eventually, you even rest your head on his shoulder, sporadically kissing his neck, to provide more comfort and distraction. Once the wheels are on the ground in Tampa he leans over and kisses your lips. 

“Thank you for not making fun of me,” he says against your lips.

“Hey, never. Everyone’s scared of something, there’s no use making you feel worse. Plus, you always do the same for me.”

“I know I don’t say it as much as I should but I love you, sweetheart.”

“I understand why you don’t. It’s ok. You show me that you do every day. And anyway, I say it enough for the both of us.”

Once the plane’s completely stopped Dean stands up and grabs both of your bags from the overhead compartment, knowing you’d struggle to reach it. He takes both bags in one hand and your hand in the other, leading you out of the plane. 

“It’s officially over, you’re back on solid ground,” you say, squeezing your boyfriend’s hand. 

“Can we stick to driving from now on?”

“But how are you gonna take me to Bora Bora for our honeymoon then?” you joke. 

“We’ll take a ferry,” he says matter-of-factly, not arguing with the suggestion of a marriage in the future. This makes your heart flutter. 

You’ve always known that Dean isn’t the type to ever walk away from the good fight, but you’re okay with that, as long as keeps you by his side. You also know for all legal intents and purposes he is dead, but you figure that if you could be married by a certain angel it would mean so much more anyway. You haven’t shared these hopes with Dean yet though, of course. It’s not that you don’t trust him, you just don’t want to scare him off, plus you know he’d want to be the one to do the asking. 

The second you’re out of the airport gates you call Andre to get your bag back, Dean already calling Sam to get his car back. Unsurprisingly though, he doesn’t get a response. 

Andre meets you guys in the pickups section in another black SUV from the airport rental company. He drives you to the motel where Dean had last tracked Sam to. Dean lets out a deep sigh of relief when he sees Baby in one piece. Andre pulls up beside her and lets you both out. 

“I hope I hear from you again soon, let me know when you and your Boo are gonna tie the knot. Dean and I will be the first on the guest list.”

“For sure! The same goes for the two of you. Take care!” He drives off waving.

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A/N - Let me know if you want part 2 to find out about what's going on with Sam, and remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

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[woundlingus]

Okay, Unfinished Business 13x20 THEE Gabriel master thesis of episodes for his characterisation tells me one very important fact about him, and that’s that he is an unreliable narrator.

This is perhaps not even his fault, years and years of suffering the worst kind of abuse it’s hard to think clearly about much at all, let alone the intricacies of what happened to put you where you are and trying to understand other perspectives. It’s hard when you’ve spent a near decade (or undisclosed amount of time being shifted between Earth and Hell) with only the worst kind of torture at the forefront of your mind.

Or maybe, he does know. He is the trickster in every way that matters regardless of if he’s the original Loki or not. I’d find it pretty hard to believe that the trickster who haunts Sam Winchester’s nightmares would be unaware of the irony of his situation and the symbolism of his own torture, I imagine that makes the punishment all the more humiliating and bitter. Gabriel is also a show boat. A peacock. He’s always paraded himself around as tough and unknowable, he’s also a known liar and both of those traits work together to create a very convincing story in whatever episodes story it is he wants to tell. But he is a liar.

What sounds better? Gabriel ran away to hide under the skirt of his pagan friends?

Or, Gabriel was living a luxurious life where he was pampered and beloved;

(That’s right, the pornstars obviously)

That these so called friends wined and dined him, fed him his fill, and then when he was at his most vulnerable after they’d made well sure he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down- THEN, and only then, did they strike out against him. He could have never seen it coming. The ultimate betrayal.

Gabriel can’t keep his story straight the whole episode. He opens with a bold faced lie (can you spot the resemblance to any other lies so far?)

He knows this looks bad. He’s already so fragile, and he knows the Winchesters want him for his grace so I can’t imagine him knocking on their door for help was a decision he came to easily. So these two men who are bigger than him, stronger than him, and have a bone to pick with him, bring him into their motel room while he’s bleeding his guts out and can barely stand. He peacocks. I’m fine, “you should see the other guy”, wink wink. God forbid they know he’s weak, god forbid they think he’s any more pathetic than they already do.

He’s guarding his very fragile ego right now, frankly, it’s the only thing he has left.

I don’t doubt for a moment that Loki’s POV is any less clouded by his own personal prejudices and ego, they’re very much the same after all. Loki was in that cave, Gabriel did rescue him.

These are facts. That doesn’t change that Loki freed Gabriel from a cave of his own and saved him from his family as well.

They are equals in this fact. But neither willing to admit to it. Loki I understand, he’s given very little time to plead his case and so he gets right to the point. I saved Gabriel’s life, he killed my father.

Gabriel however, has plenty of time to explain himself and wastes it spinning a story in which he can both simultaneously look cool and still find himself to be the ultimate victim in. He wastes time keeping the Winchesters in the dark and it could have cost them their lives when they ran in after Gabriel without the whole story. Lucky for them, no one here cares about the Winchesters lol Loki is as occupied with Gabriel and he is with Loki. But they could’ve been hurt!

I’m not saying Gabriel doesn’t deserve catharsis, that he shouldn’t get to kill Loki and his children. I don’t need to, Gabriel does-

Maybe that was the tricksters best trick so far, that Gabriel managed to warp his own memories and perception of what happened to fuel his own survival, and now that he’s out and the world is real again he can’t make himself let go of what he had to tell himself. That Loki was unnecessarily cruel. That Loki snapped out of nowhere. That his closest confidant sold him out for money of all things. He can’t let himself remember it was more complex than that, he tells himself he needs this, because if he doesn’t he’ll have to admit that under all this peacocking and lying he is that weak and broken and scared. If Gabriel has to sit down with the reality that he’s never going to be that cool and sexy guy who gets everyone he wants and couldn’t care less, he’d probably want to kill himself (which is what really starts to get him down in the following episodes because guess what, killing Loki didn’t fix anything he’s still broken, :( always will be)

I think he believes if he can lie hard enough, this fabrication could be real. It can be real to him at least, so he doesn’t have to face the humiliation of either admitting to his own stupid naïveté and he didn’t see the obvious coming, or that he knowing and wilfully begged Loki for a place by his side and got throw down hard for his cowardice. But it’s not like there’s anyone left to contest his story now.

#this is so ramble-y I’m so sorry 😭 this probably doesn’t make a lick of sense but it’s plaguing me #gabriel spn #supernatural #spn #supernatural s13 #supernatural 13x20

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 15 - Defying Fate (Dean's Ending)

When Y/N must make a choice, she chooses to defy her fate and be with Dean Winchester. After a steamy exchange and a heartfelt apology, she’s ready to start the rest of her life with the Winchesters and their beloved angel.

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TW: this chapter contains smut (and my first attempt, at that)

“It’s my choice, and I choose… Dean.”

His eyes light up as he looks at me in disbelief, as if this was all some dream he would wake up from any minute.

“How… how could you?” Lucifer stares at me in despair, his lip quivering ever so slightly. His wings frill out, feathers standing tall like that of a cat about to pounce.

“Luce…” I look at him ashamed. I can physically feel his pain inside of me, the growing storm that tears him apart from the inside like an unstoppable tsunami. The boy who’s never felt love before until I came along, the boy who’s lost everything, and now, he’s lost me too.

“I love you!” He declares, shaking with anger and eyes glaring a frightful red. The room starts to rumble, lights flickering, and books flying off of shelves.

“If you truly love me, you’ll let me go.” I pull him into one last hug. The feeling of electricity burns between us, but this time it isn’t passionate and loving, it feels painful and unstable, ready to explode at the drop of a pin.

He shakes his head in defiance, “He’s human, he’ll die, and in the end, you’ll always come back to me,” he growls, pulling me as close as possible, scared to ever let go.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to my level, our noses touching. His red eyes gaze into mine, glazed with tears. I place a soft kiss on his lips, one last reminder of our love. 

“Goodbye Luce,” I whisper. I slowly pull away, turning to Dean, Sam, and Castiel, all of them a bloody mess, but looking pleased with my decision. As I pull away, he desperately grabs my hand tight, turning me around to face him.

“I’ll never stop looking for you,” he says, his voice broken and shaky.

“Then I guess I’ll see you around.” I smile softly. 

His wings hang limply at his side in defeat. He reluctantly lets my hand go and it drops by my side, the fuzzy feeling fizzling away.

Sam gives Castiel a questioning look, which he returns with a curt nod, before slamming his bloody hand onto the Enochian sigil he smeared on the wall. There’s a bright white flashing light that fills every inch of the room, similar to what I imagine the surface of the sun is like.

 I cover my eyes with my forearm, to keep myself from going blind. I hear Lucifer yell behind me, and a burning feeling builds in my chest, the feeling runs through all my veins but passes within a matter of seconds, all that’s left is an unpleasant high pitched ringing noise.

“What the Hell was that?” I whip my head around to face Sam and Dean, looking at me relieved.

“An Enochian sigil, it temporarily banishes angels out of range,” Sam replies, quickly wiping his bloody palm off on his scuffed up jeans. The red smear blends in with the rest of the bloodstains caked on his clothes.

I look around the now much emptier room to find that both Castiel and Lucifer are nowhere to be seen. “What about Cas?”

“Cas is fine,” Dean assures me. “He’ll find his way home. He always does,” he chuckles, but immediately regrets it, clutching at his ribs.

I rush to his side, tentatively wrapping an arm around his shoulder to help him balance. He’s in bad shape.

“Thanks Y/N/N.” He gives me a genuine smile, showing off his blood stained teeth, and wraps his hand around my waist.

 I snuggle up close, our bodies pressed up against one another and I can feel him relax just a little. “Wait,” my face scrunches up in confusion, my body going stiff, “I’m half angel. How did you know that I wasn’t going to be banished as well?” I shoot them a skeptical look.

Sam took in a sharp inhale through his teeth, glancing at Dean awkwardly. “Yeah, well we didn’t, not exactly,” Sam says, stumbling through his words.

“It was a fifty-fifty shot.” Dean shrugs, then looks at me with a cocky smile.

I roll my eyes. “It’s good to be back,” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Let’s go home.” I smile, carefully walking Dean out the door.

I take one last look at the house behind me that now holds memories, both good and bad. I mentally say goodbye to both the house and Lucifer. This won't be the end, that I’m sure of, but for now I get to live the life I so desperately crave.

The door opens with a creak and I help Dean shuffle into the back of the impala, he winces as he settles in his seat. The blood from his wounds and clothes smear the leather. He looks at it in dismay, but decides to wave it off for the time being. Bigger fish to fry, and all that.

Sam takes his seat behind the wheel, adjusting the mirrors to allow his tall form to see properly. Dean is by no means short, but compared to his younger brother, he could very well be a hobbit.

I slide in next to Dean in the backseat. Given that his old 67’ Chevy Impala has no seatbelts, he’s in no shape to be back here alone. Someone has to keep his ass from being tossed around at every bump and curve. As much as he tries to hide his pain, I can tell that even just breathing is excruciating for him.

I pull him in close, wrapping my wing around his back. He rests his head on my shoulder. I can feel the soft puffs of air tickling my neck each time he exhales, it’s calming and I allow myself to relax knowing that Dean Winchester is safe by my side.

The rest of the drive is calm and silent. Not a bad silence that leaves you feeling on edge, but a comfortable silence that we all seem to melt into, knowing that everything is going to be okay.

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“Ah, fuck,” Dean curses under his breath.

“Hold still, I’m almost done.” I bite the tip of my tongue as I focus on carefully stitching up the cuts along his arms where shards of broken glass had sliced him in Lucifer's rage. I’m an amateur at this, never had to hand stitch a wound before in my life, but Sam insisted that Dean and I have some ‘alone time’.

“In… and out,” I mutter to myself, dragging the curved needle through one edge of the flayed skin to the other, not unlike the countless times I've had to stitch up holes in my clothing. “And… done!” I chirp, tying off the end of the thread into a neat little knot. I smile, quite pleased with my work.

“Thanks doc, feeling better already.” Dean gives a chuckle that turns into a wheeze. He tries to stand from his spot on the edge of the bed, clutching at his broken ribs in pain.

“Not so fast, hotshot.” I gently guide him back down onto the bed and kneel at his feet, inspecting his abdomen for the full extent of the damage. I carefully press two fingers to his lower ribs, leaving feather light touches to the tender area. I can feel the edges of a broken bone poking under the skin.

He winces at my touch, sucking in a tense breath. His face twists up in pain with each movement of my hand.

“He got you pretty bad, huh?” I tilt my head, moving my hand to the other side of his ribs.

“Eh, I've had worse.” He shrugs, trying to remain stoic.

“I’m gonna try something,” I mutter, not entirely sure if I'm talking to him or myself.

His eyes snap open, meeting mine in panic. “You’re gonna wh-” 

“Breath in,” I say, cutting him off. Before he has the chance to protest. I close my eyes and picture his ribs mending back into place. The warm buzzing feeling builds in my stomach and flows through my veins, and in a matter of seconds the sound of bones popping rings out.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Dean yells, fisting the bed sheets so hard the threads loosen under his grip. His breaths come out labored, but his ribs are completely healed, the purple bruises disappearing like they were never even there to begin with.

“See? You’re fine, you big baby.” I smile and pat him on the shoulder, happy that my test run had worked.

He looks at me through furrowed brows, clearly annoyed, but his face softens into an appreciative look. I push myself to my feet and shuffle into the bathroom. I fill a bowl with warm soapy water, grab a white fluffy towel, and return to the room, this time taking a seat next to Dean on the side of the bed.

“Thank you,” Dean says, inspecting his now perfectly healed ribs.

I give him a polite smile and nod. I dip the towel in the bowl, soaking up the warm water and carefully dab it on his chest, where the majority of blood stains his skin. Carefully, I clean his skin inch by inch, taking my time to make each muscle glisten under the soft bedroom lights. I can’t help the grin that tugs on my lips. Something about Dean is so intoxicating and his body is reminiscent of an ancient greek marble sculpture, chiseled to perfection.

He hums in appreciation, occasionally turning his arms and chest to give me better access to the more difficult to reach areas.

I mindlessly work my way up until I reach his stunning face. His mouth and chin are still coated in a layer of dried blood from coughing it up relentlessly only an hour ago. A bold idea flashes across my mind and in my second of bravery, I move my knees on either side of him, essentially straddling his lap. Our eyes lock and there’s a spark there that burns bright, an unspoken longing for one another. I lift the towel to his face, gently dabbing the blood off his stubbly chin. 

His dazzling green eyes stare at me in wonder and disbelief, like he couldn’t comprehend that this is all really happening.

“I’m here Dean. I’m real,” I assure him with a soft smile.

His hand tentatively reaches up to cup my face, his calloused thumb caressing the apple of my cheek, the skin flushing a rosy pink.

I lean into his touch and move the towel to his lips. I carefully dab each of his chapped and bloody lips until they’re clean, restoring them to their plump, pink nature. I can’t peel my eyes away from admiring just how enticing they truly are. I break away from his hold, suddenly feeling ashamed.

“I’m sorry Dean.” I let out a long sigh, averting his gaze and staring at my lap. 

He looks at me puzzled.

“For everything - the fight, turning myself in, Lucifer, all of it…” I sniffle, tears burning my eyes. “I’m just so sorry.”

“Hey, look at me,” he says in a calm, but stern voice. He takes my chin in his fingers, lifting my head up to look him in the eyes. “It’s okay, all of it.” He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “I’m sorry too. I said - I did some things I regret. Every moment we spent searching for you, all I could think was the terrible things I said and how it might be the last thing you ever heard from me. It was tearing me up inside,” he admits.

“Dean-” I say with a sense of guilt.

“Don’t,” he cuts me off before I can even start. “All I'm saying is, it's okay. Let’s call it a fresh start for both of us.” He gives me a reassuring smile.

I nod, feeling a weight lifted off my shoulder. My wings relax, much of the tension relieved from my muscles.

“So… where do we go from here?” Dean asks, lifting his eyebrow in question.

“Well, if you’ll have me.” I swallow down my anxiety and force myself to spit it out. “I want to stay here… with you.”

Dean’s eyes light up like a kid at Disney World.

“I love you Dean Winchester,” I blurt out before I have the chance to talk myself out of it.

He blinks rapidly like he’s just hearing things. “You- you really mean that?” He asks with a heavy heart.

“More than anything.” I lean in so close that I can feel his breath on my lips.

“What about Lucifer? I mean, aren’t you his soulmate?” He says, trying to hide his scowl at the words coming out of his mouth.

“Screw fate, we make our own destiny,” I say in a breathy laugh.

“God I love you so much,” he says, colliding our lips together. 

The kiss is soft, our lips slowly moving in sync, exploring these new feelings together. My heart swoons. Immediately I crave more. I lean into the feeling, deepening the kiss with a needy moan. I throw my arms around his shoulders, a hand trailing up his neck and tangling in his dirty blonde hair. I tug on it lightly and he groans in my mouth. I smile against his lips, pleased with his reaction. 

He tentatively swipes his tongue along my bottom lip, silently asking permission for entry.

I happily comply, opening my mouth just wide enough to give him full access.

Without hesitation, he pushes his tongue in my mouth, exploring every inch of it until he has it memorized like the back of his hand. He tastes like whiskey and cherry pie with a hint of blood, a taste I just can’t get enough of. His tongue finds mine and they tangle together in a fight for dominance, a fight that ultimately I win. 

I bite his lip, the faint taste of copper lingering behind and pull away for just a second to push him down on the bed. 

He looks at me surprised with my sudden show of dominance, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He props himself up on his elbows, his eyes drinking in every inch of my body, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

How is it possible to be this fucking perfect? Dean Winchester is truly a gift from the gods.

I flash him a playful smile and experimentally grind down on his lap. His already hardening cock rubs deliciously against my sex. My wings quiver in pleasure. I can't stop the quiet moan that falls from my lips as he lightly thrusts up against me, the head of his cock brushing against my clit in the most perfect way. What I wouldn’t give to feel him without those pesky jeans in the way.

“Fuck baby,” he groans, tossing his head and screwing his eyes closed. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he says in a low husky voice.

I lean down, pressing our bodies together and resting my forearms on either side of his head, trapping him in this position, not that either one of us would ever want to leave. 

He gazes at me through lidded eyes, his pupils blown so wide that nearly all of the dazzling green from his irises recedes into the black abyss. 

“Then show me,” I seductively whisper in his ear, grinding my hips down again, earning a whimper from him.

This flips a switch in Dean. He grabs my hips possessively and pulls me upright on his lap.

“Off,” he commands in a dominant tone, tapping my hip with his fingers.

I waste no time and do as he says without question. First, I remove my shirt in one swift motion and unclip my bra, tossing them over my shoulder without care for the mess I leave behind. Then, I shuffle to my feet and wiggle out of my jeans, they pool around my feet and I kick them to the side, leaving me in just my underwear. I suddenly feel a bit self conscious and wrap my wings around my chest, concealing the most intimate parts of me.

“Don’t,” Dean says, gently grasping the flight feathers of my wings and moving them to the side. “You’re beautiful.” His eyes lovingly trail over my completely exposed body. He admires me like he’s watching the sun set for the very first time.

I blush profusely, hearing those words come out of his mouth does something to me, my heart flutters. Part of me believes that this isn’t even real, that this is just some dream I'm bound to wake up from and I’ll still be trapped in Lucifer’s bed. I mean, how could someone as perfect as Dean Winchester think so highly of me?

“I mean it Y/N, you’re the most beautiful creature i’ve ever seen,” he says in full seriousness, his eyes filled with adoration. He stands from the bed and strides over to me. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and kisses me passionately.

 I melt into the kiss, my legs turning into jello. I can’t help but lose myself in the feeling, swimming around in the love and lust building in my chest.

He reluctantly pulls away for air, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Leaning in close, he peppers my jaw with kisses, slowly moving down to my neck.

I lean my head to the side, giving him better access, desperately needing more.

He trails the kisses down to the base of my neck, finding a particularly sensitive spot that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. He sucks on the spot, eliciting an involuntary moan from me. 

I gasp as he bites down, just light enough to not break the skin, but hard enough to hurt, followed by soft licks and kisses to soothe the pain. Surely it will leave a hickey on my neck, a subtle reminder of who I belong to now, who I’ve chosen to give all of my love to.

He hums as he pulls away, smiling as he admires his work. “Go lie down and spread your legs for me, okay sweetheart?” He asks in his deep husky voice, squeezing my hip assuringly.

I nod, unable to form words at the moment. That voice has always had a certain effect on me, but hearing him say those words to me leaves me practically dripping for him. I settle into the middle of the bed, resting my head on the soft pillows below. I turn to my right to watch him strip out of his clothes one piece at a time, never breaking eye contact with me.

Once he’s completely stripped of his flannel and denim, he slowly crawls onto bed and I let my legs fall open, exposing my black lacy panties to him.

“Good girl,” he coos, placing his forearms on either side of my body and capturing my lips in a hungry kiss. 

I whimper into his mouth, his praise going right to my core.

He breaks away and resumes his passionate kisses on the base of my neck, slowly working his way down to my collar bone. Once he reaches my breasts, he looks me in the eye, his gaze full of lust, and twirls his tongue around my perky nipple. 

I throw my head against the pillow and arch my back, savoring the feeling.

He wraps his warm mouth around it, lightly sucking and continuing to tease me with his tongue. He gives experimental nips and bites, keeping intense eye contact, gauging for my reactions. His hand finds my other breast and gives it a sensual squeeze. He gently rolls my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, applying just the right pressure.

“Mmm,” I hum in pleasure.

Once he’s had his fill, he kisses his way down my ribs and stomach until he reaches where I need him most. Looking at me with hungry eyes, he places a soft kiss on the inside of my thighs with a sly smile.

My breath hitches as he places a soft kiss on my clit through the thin fabric of my panties, so gentle that he’s barely touching me, but nevertheless it sends shivers of pleasure down my spine.

“Deeean…” I whine. I open my legs wider, wanting, no, needing him to do more.

“Shh, let me take care of you baby,” he coos in a hushed tone. He loops his fingers under the fabric and slowly slips my panties down, tossing them to the side. He admires my glistening pussy for a minute, studying it like he's preparing for an exam. His eyes flick up to meet mine, blown wide with lust.

I lift my hips up an inch off the bed, silently pleading for him to touch me, but he doesn’t give in until he’s had his share of admiring me like it’s the last time he’ll ever see me.

Once he’s ready, he lightly runs his finger down my slit, making me jump at the contact. He gathers up the slick, rubbing it between his thumb and pointer finger.  “So wet already,” he teases, inspecting his fingers. “All this for me?” He smiles deviously.

I nod bashfully, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

He stares at me intently and brings his fingers to his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, humming as he tastes my wetness. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are completely clean of my arousal, savoring every last drop like it’s his last drink of water.

“Fuck baby, your taste is so god damn addicting.” He smirks. Without giving me time to respond he leans in and runs the tip of his tongue down my dripping pussy. 

I whimper as his tongue brushes over my sensitive clit, my hips involuntarily bucking onto his face, but nothing could prepare me for what comes next.

He slowly traces down further, circling my hole with his tongue before pushing it in in one swift movement. He grabs my thighs, spreading them further as he moves his tongue in and out, fucking me relentlessly, flawlessly maintaining eye contact the whole time.

I grab the bedsheets with fisted hands, holding on for dear life, little whimpers spilling from my mouth, one after the other. A warm sensation builds in the pit of my stomach, growing stronger with every thrust of his tongue. God, what this man could do with his mouth is almost inhuman.

He hums in appreciation as he feels my walls growing tighter. He knows I'm close and he’s loving every second of it. He moves his tongue, running it up my slit until he reaches my sensitive clit. He swirls his tongue around it, taking the bud in his mouth and sucking lightly.

“Fuck,” I moan, as he sends me over the edge into an intense orgasm. The warm sensation of pleasure spreads through me like fireworks. I throw my head back, my wings stretching out as far as the bed will allow.

“That’s it,” he coos, admiring every twitch of my body and wings. “You’re doing so good for me sweetheart.”

“Deeeeeeean,” I moan as he helps me ride out the last waves of my orgasm.

He chuckles, pulling away and wiping my cum off his chin with the back of his hand. He pounces on me, kisses me roughly, shoving his tongue in my mouth. I taste my juices still on his lips, the flavors of me and him mixing together like the most intoxicating cocktail. He caresses my body with soft touches until I come down from my high. His rock hard erection presses against my belly, pre cum dripping from his slit.

“You think you can handle more?” He says in a gruff voice, looking at me with lustful eyes. “Think you can handle taking my cock?” he teases with a sly grin, taking himself in his hand and giving a few good strokes.

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull him close. “Dean WInchester, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will murder everyone in this bunker,” I snap, returning his gaze with an intense passion.

His eyes widen in surprise, “You got it princess.” He chuckles.

He lines his cock up with my entrance until his head is just barely poking in. He looks at me in full seriousness, waiting for my consent.

I nod, desperately needing to feel him inside me.

He pushes in slowly, going inch by inch until he’s fully bottomed out inside me, filling me up so deliciously, our hips grinding against one another. 

My back arches off the bed in ecstasy. He’s much bigger than I expected, his thickness filling every part of me better than any man I've ever had. 

He stops, giving me time to adjust.

 It burns for a moment but quickly fades into pleasure.

“Fuck baby, so tight,” he groans, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. 

“Dean, I need you to move,” I beg against his lips, clutching onto his broad shoulders, slick sweat already clinging to his peppered skin.

He pulls out halfway before slamming back into me, sending shocks of pleasure through my core, every nerve in my body firing all at once.

“Ah!” I moan far too loud. I smack my hand over my lips, terribly embarrassed at the sound that just came out of my mouth.

“No,” Dean commands, removing my hand from my mouth and pinning it above my head. “Let me hear those pretty little noises, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear seductively, fanning the fire inside me. He relentlessly pounds into me, his cock flawlessly dragging against the spot that drives me crazy.

I become a moaning, writhing mess underneath him, drunk on pleasure. My hips enthusiastically meet his with every thrust. An idea crosses my mind and I decide to put it to the test. I close my eyes and picture my grace wrapping around his cock and squeezing ever so slightly.

“Oh!” Dean moans out, his breath hitches and eyebrows furrow together. “What the fuck was that?” He looks at me bewildered.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, my voice laced with concern.

“God no, never stop.” He leans his head against my neck, leaving sloppy kisses along the sensitive skin, swiping his tongue over the bite mark.

I focus on working my warm buzzing grace over him, my strokes building up from soft and slow to intense and passionate. I feel the warm sensation twirling around inside of me as well, bringing us both to new heights.

He removes his hand from my wrist and slowly trails it down to my wing, caressing it ever so slightly. 

I give him a questioning look before he grabs a handful of my silky feathers and gently tugs on them.

“FUCK!” I scream, the pleasure radiating from my wings almost unbearable. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I temporarily lose my grip on reality. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?” I ask, panting through the intense sensations.

“Cas may have mentioned it to me at one point or another.” He winks, clearly pleased with how effective it is.

I make a mental note to have a word with Cas about this later, but I'm pulled out of my thoughts by another tug and a particularly deep thrust.

“Please don’t stop,” I whimper desperately.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart” He pants, keeping his fingers buried in my wings. He picks up his pace, relentlessly fucking me into the matress, flawlessly hitting my G spot with every stroke.

My mind goes blank, the only thing I can focus on is the building sensation in my core filling me with pleasure at an intensity I've never experienced before. It’s a bit intimidating, but incredibly arousing. I don’t even notice the string of expletives mixed with the repeated moaning of his name that falls from my mouth.

 I’ve had good sex before, but this? This is different. This is the kind of sex that ruins it for anyone else, not that I'll ever want to have sex with anyone but Dean Winchester ever again.

“Dean, fuck!... I’m gonna,” I stutter the words out as the warm feeling inside me builds hotter than ever before. 

“Me too… cum for me baby, cum on my cock Y/N,” he groans in my ear. He gives my wings a harder tug and with one last deep stroke, it’s all over.

I scream as I cum on his cock, my orgasm ripping through me. My walls clamp down on him, wings fluttering against the sheets. My grace explodes, surging through us both, sending an intense electric feeling from head to toe.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he moans as he cums inside me, the warm liquid filling me up.

“I love you too Dean,” I pant, my heart beating a million times a second.

“Never leave me again.” He looks me in the eye with full seriousness, searching my face for any sign of regret.

“Never,” I reply with a smile.

He collapse on top of me, and for just a moment, we become one. Love in perfect harmony. 

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“He’s right, you know,” Dean says, tracing soft shapes with his finger on the skin of my sternum as we cuddle.

“Hm?” I question in a far out voice, still bathing in the afterglow.

“I won’t live forever, not like you.” He leans his head against my shoulder, draping his arm over me and pulling me close.

“I don’t care. It just makes every moment with you more precious.” I wrap my wings around him and place a soft kiss on the top of his head, his hair still damp with sweat.

He nods and weakly smiles against my skin, but I can feel his lingering doubt. 

“Look at me Dean.” I take his chin in my hand and direct him to look at me, his doe eyes full of hope. “Nothing would make me happier than being by your side as you grow old, loving you until your dying days.” I give him a bittersweet smile, pulling him even closer.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says, pressing a soft kiss against my lips, seemingly satisfied with my answer.

“I love you too, Dean,” I coo, returning his kiss with passion.

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“To Y/N!” Dean cheers, lifting his glass to a toast.

“To Y/N!” Sam repeats with a smile.

Our glasses clink together, drops of whiskey spilling over the edges onto the worn wood of the library table.

“Welcome home,” Sam says, taking a swig of his drink, trying to hide the cringe on his face as the whiskey burns his throat.

“It’s good to be home,” I reply with a grin. I take a sip of my own, not how I usually would, gulping it down with haste. Instead, I gingerly take a small sip, savoring the flavor of my beloved Jack Daniels Whiskey like I have all the time in the world, because I do. I smile at the thought.

“Hello,” a familiar deep voice says from behind me. 

I turn around in my chair to find Castiel standing no more than a foot away, clearly still having no regard for personal space since I left, not that I mind.

 His crystal blue eyes fall on me, looking very happy to see me again.

I greet him in Enochian with an enthusiastic wave. For weeks I've been working on the pronunciation of ‘hello friend’ in Enochian, praying I'd have the chance to show Cas someday, a little piece of hope that kept me going since I left.

Castiel smiles wider than I've ever seen, breaking the usual stoic look he wears on his face. “I’m very impressed,” he praises, pulling me into a tight hug. His bloodied clothes are still sticky and wet, but that doesn’t matter at all right now, I'm just happy to be back by his side.

The brothers are taken aback, clearly surprised at the sudden affection from their usually distant angel.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N.” He pulls away, flattening out his crinkled trench coat. “Sam, Dean,” he greets them both with a smile.

“So, what now?” Dean asks, lifting his brow and glancing around at us, his finger dancing along the rim of the glass.

“I want you to train me to be a hunter,” I say sweetly, fixing my posture and displaying my wings proudly.

“A hunter, huh?” Dean says, looking amused.

I nod, excited at the notion.

“A half angel would make one hell of a hunter,” Sam laughs, taking another swig of his drink.

“I’d be happy to assist you in honing your powers,” Cas pitches in.

“Let's get started,” I smile, finally feeling complete for once in my life.

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[klayr-de-gall]

Ich habe 2.282 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 428 more posts als 2021!

282 Einträge erstellt (12%)

2.000 Einträge gerebloggt (88%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@klayr-de-gall

@tuometarr

@adammilligan

@absolutedad

@stabmewithaknife

Ich habe 1.639 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

Nur 28% meiner Einträge hatten keine Tags

#my art – 159 Einträge

#reblog for the morning people – 135 Einträge

#spn – 126 Einträge

#supernatural – 122 Einträge

#destiel – 86 Einträge

#midam – 74 Einträge

#dean winchester – 73 Einträge

#castiel – 67 Einträge

#endversetober – 50 Einträge

#adam milligan – 47 Einträge

Longest Tag: 121 characters

#i haven't touched my tablet my tablet in days because the void is just sitting there waiting for me to spit some art into

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

A sharp sword can be wielded by many hands

But only the most gentle can lead it to peace

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Half the time writing on this was actually spend researching symbols and stuff. I don't even know anymore.

All the people that shaped Dean. Don't hunt me if I missed anyone, I did my best. Can anyone figure out all of them?

Drawing strained glass was the best and worst experience at the same time.

[Patreon and Social Media] - Available as a Print on etsy

1.488 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. Januar 2022

#4

Old Bones

On a hard day, Dean hides in the Impalas wreckage. Cas always knows where to find him.

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4K DTIYS - Destiel - Challenge

To celebrate reaching 4k followers on twitter, I host a “Draw this in your style” Challenge!

I couldn’t decide on a pairing, so there are three different motives (Because I’m extra like that XD) Besides Midam and Reed900, I couldn’t resist some EndVerse Angst!

If you are interested to join this or one of the other dtiys (That will be posted in the next few days), here is the original Insta post. I’ll be happy about anyone who want’s to join!

Now as a print on etsy!

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1.580 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. April 2022

#3

Vollständigen Eintrag ansehen

1.766 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. März 2022

#2

Two idiots stuck in a box. [WIP]

2.648 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 10. März 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

What do you mean, that's exactly what happened.

Lazarus Rising, my beloved.

I apologize if that has been fine before, I couldn't resist.

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3.330 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 13. März 2022

Hol dir deinen Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 →

#tumblr2022 #what a good year #thanks for everyone being here with me #it's a bit funny that I rebloged from myself the most

[charcubed]

Ok, so, I’m a gay person (lesbian) who’s Dean’s age. I didn’t realize I was gay till pretty late in life (about 36). I find gay Dean headcanons and fanfics incredibly important to me and relatable- Dean Winchester Beat Sheet my beloved - and Dean’s early attraction to women IS kind of over the top and performative (compared to later in the show) and that’s why gay Dean IS so relatable- but he. Is. Bisexual. In. Canon. The reason I feel so strongly about this is, guess what, as a lesbian I am traumatized by my early relationships where I was trying to be straight. Dean is not. He absolutely enjoyed those encounters with women in canon, he is fine. Gay Dean (in canon) seems to just be suggesting you can try heterosexuality on and not suffer for it if it’s not for you and it’s important to me that people understand that isn’t true. Again, headcanons and fanfics are great and I appreciate them, but he is absolutely bisexual in canon.

You are an absolute legend for this. I mean this so sincerely: I deeply appreciate you for sending me this perspective and being so honest about it. It’s a viewpoint on this topic I’ve not had the pleasure of reading before. And—cards on the table—something about it is a refreshing solace for me to specifically hear because like… look, as I said, I believe in the power of transformative fandom. I’m very passionate about it. I will always defend it and the existence of gay Dean headcanons and fanfics. But internally (not outwardly in my addressing of this topic), the existence of all these headcanons and fanfics can sometimes weigh on me a bit, simply because of the way the fandom occasionally reveres some of them en masse and in ways that are too often bleeding into readings or meta of canon characterizations. (“Beat Sheet” is one of those things lol.) The line is getting so blurry in so many corners and it can make navigating fandom a minefield of nonsensical takes on “canon” and God I am tired.

So I appreciate the fact that you’ve outlined all the ways the transformative “what if” of gay Dean is deeply important to you, and the way in which you acknowledge it’s not canon. It’s exactly what I’m talking about across the board, and it’s reassuring for me to hear from a total stranger (who connects with gay Dean fic!) that you broadly see this in the same logical way. And your perspective on why that difference matters to you as a lesbian is very interesting to me! Common ground, vastly different experiences, etc.

So, thanks for this :)

[Anon is referencing this post.]

#anonymous #asks #dean is bi

[the-estranged-estrangedaframian]

@pasiphaedemetriadevil // closed starter (for Aurelia)

October 1st, the Halloween carnival is fast approaching. For Dean, as head of the carnival, that usually means spending ungodly hours hunched over a diner table in heated discussion with his crew.

There were a couple of new faces this season, as well as one (annoyingly handsome, was Dean's personal opinion) face who had worked with Dean's mentor, the beloved Doctor Graves, years ago, and who was now coming back into their little ragtag family for the first time this century.

"... I don't deserve to be called your uncle, Dean... Sure, I was hurtin', but so were you... We all were... I should've been there. I wasn't..."

"Look, I'm not totally innocent either—Blocking your calls?" Dean crumpled his face. "I acted like a fucking kid."

"You were a fucking kid."

A passing waitress gave Craig a crooked glare, deciding he could wait for that refill on coffee.

Craig turned in his seat, "Fudging!" calling out over the back of the booth. "I meant a fudging kid!"

The waitress kept walking. Dean shook his head, smiling. Craig, giggling, turned back to Dean.

"I missed this, man," said Dean, seemingly speaking for both men in that moment.

"I'm not making excuses, and maybe it doesn't sound like much comin' from a traveling carny, but I really drifted for a while there... Mentally, emotionally... I can't make up for lost time, Dean, but it's all the more reason I appreciate you doin' this for me..."

"It's fine, Craig." A beat. "It's not fine, yeah, but I forgive you. I know the old man would forgive you, too."

On that note, Craig excused himself for the restroom, where he could cry and no one would see him doing it. Well, at least he hoped that no one would.

Meanwhile, Dean scribbled some notes on a paper napkin, sighing when he saw his own reflection in the silver holder. The bell to the front door jangled pleasantly, and Dean looked up to see who had just walked in.

"Hey, over here!"

Dean beamed at the person, waving them over to join him. It wasn't until she was only inches away that Dean realised that she wasn't Fiona Nightshade.

"I'm sorry," he said, gravely. "I thought you were my girlfriend's aunt..." Winchester apologised again, "I'm really sorry."

In nearly the same instant, Craig came back from the restroom, his face stained with tears despite his best efforts to wipe them away. Craig was a shy thing for his age, shier yet around women. His looks couldn't have been why he'd been unlucky with the chicks, so it must've been something unseen that had always gotten in the way of a serious relationship.

Noticing the woman standing next to Dean's table, Craig gasped quietly, mortified to be met in such a vulnerable state. "Special chili seasoning and blue eyes don't mix," he quipped, covering. Be damned if she didn't have blue eyes, too, but he'd spotted them too late.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Didn't mean to interrupt." Craig tapped Dean's shoulder with the backs of his knuckles, cuing him to move over. The woman was inadvertently blocking Craig's side of the booth, but he didn't presently have the nerve to point such a thing out.

#pasiphaedemetriadevil​ #m; craig #craig x aurelia #feat. dean-o #carny au

[thewinshitters]

Beautiful Spouse Watches The Winchesters 01x12

The Tears of a Clown

We’re watching LIVE 

We’ve got Rowena tonight. Yeah buddy

“Just going to pick up some random shit off the ground at a carnival?” “why would this place be lit up at night with no one there?” “oh you’re fucked now” “oh you’re fucked now kid” “are you fucking high? Nothing can be upsetting to you?” “now you’re starting to freak out?” “what the fuck” “drugs are bad kids” “I mean I guess idk what kind of drugs he’s on” “I don’t want to watch him eat the same way I want to watch Dean eat” “I can understand Dean eating and talking better than this guy” Lata’s hair, my beloved

MILF ALERT

“That’s pretty fascinating makeup” “How do I get invited to these parties?” oh shit that’s all real props and extras

“Is that impressive to see a clown?” “am I supposed to laugh?” “pitching his tent? And luring people inside? Did they not proofread this shit?” “I don’t understand why the music changed when we saw that guy. We hadn’t seen him before nor was there any cue” “this is a weird scene I guess” “Is it going to turn into popcorn?” ROWENA

“They even used her real name - a link between worlds” “Deep” “oh my god what” “Ok fine. That was pretty good” “Kill him” Mary just took down a whole human man

“Hell yeah brother” “It feels like a MOTW but there’s a lot of other stuff happening, too” MILF on MILF violence? “Gaslighting the bitch? Perfect?” “Wait he can see that?” “Are they going to be like Dean and Sam and I’m going to learn to hate one of them?” Well, we already know to hate John

“We already knew this was a bad idea so we’re doing it anyway” “solid” “Well you’re fucked now bud” “COMMERCIAL BREAK”

“I don’t want to have anything we do with these fucking superheroes” “that’s what she said” I gasped loudly

“Hell yeah brother”

“Witch battles - way better than superhero bullshit”

“Maybe don’t go into the thing alone?” “What a fucking idiot” “No”

We have been given so much this episode

“Guy needs his liver checked” This clown is creepy as fuck

“Is she the mirror?” “why is the audio so shit???? AHHHHHHH” “I know it sounds more realistic but I prefer the sound stage effect” “She makes a pretty good clown” “Run where?” “or you could rip them apart first?” “Run them over with the clown car!!!” “that’s pretty fucking neat” “So if you wanna dodge the draft, go into the tent and hope someone gets you out 20 years later?” Mega Coven!

“Did Rowena just disappear to the clown house?” “I did say there would be a picture of dean, at least” “if we see him, it’ll be the last 5 seconds next episode” “Last Supper arrangement or something?”

#beautifulspousewinchesters #spnwin spoilers #spnwin #the winchesters spoilers #the winchesters prequel #the winchesters

[wrenwinchester]

So Wren is the only one who Sam allows to cut his hair, until Jess, but even then, he doesn’t allow Jess to cut his hair until after Millie visits for his 21st birthday and shows Jess.

#supernatural #sam winchester #spn #the winchesters #fanfiction #millicent winchester #the winchesters sister #the winchester brothers #dean winchester #jessica moore #my beloved winchesters i’m fine. #millie wren is my roman empire and i can’t stop thinking about her #millie winchester #enough said

[holylulusworld]

Deepest love - Flufftober 25

Summary: Dean acts...odd.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by the lovely @elle14-blog1

A/N: *Y/F/S = Your favorite song – reader’s choice is your favorite song

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Aw, she looks so good, Dean,” you admired his car. Dean did a great job cleaning Baby. He took his time, cleaning every inch of his beloved car. 

“Only the best for my two favorite ladies,” he flashes you a grin. The hunter cleaned his car to make sure you’d enjoy the next ride with his Baby. “We are ready to roll, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” you excitedly look at Baby. She looks shiny and brand-new after Dean took care of her. “She’s so pretty.”

“That she is,” Dean says to himself as he watches you look inside his car. “So, uh—I was thinking about having a nap on our ride. Do you want to drive?”

“What?” Sam and Castiel ask in unison as they watch Dean throw the keys at you. You catch them, giggling as Dean makes a joke about two hot girls going for a ride.

“But no one is allowed to drive your car,” Castiel cocks his head. He furrows his brows as he tries to find out what changed Dean’s mind. “Are you unwell, Dean? Do you need my help? Maybe your hands are hurting.”

“What? No! I’m fine,” Dean snorts. “Can a man not let his friend drive his car?” He purses his lips and glares at his brother and Castiel. “Now, get your stuff. We need to hit the road. I want to gank that monster scaring old ladies.”

Looking at the keys in your hands you smile. Dean trusting you with his beloved car proves he meant what he said a few weeks ago. “Dean, I’ll call shotgun for you,” you wink at Dean. “We are going to be driving buddies.”

“What are we going to listen to today?” You glance at Dean in the passenger seat. “Dean? Mr. Music. What do you want to listen to?”

“Driver picks the music, sweetheart,” he flashes you a smile, “shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

“Awesome!” You exclaim. “How about…” You look at Dean again. “Ramble on, for starters. And then, we will listen to the best song ever, *Y/F/S!”

“I love that one,” Dean pats your hand. “Maybe we can listen to more Zeppelin and your favorite band later on.” He grins. “We are a perfect match.”

“Of course, we are, Deano!”

“What’s going on?” Sam whispers. “Did I miss something?” He frowns. No one is allowed to touch Dean's car or choose the music. Wait, since when is his brother looking at you like this?

“I think he’s in love with Y/N,” Castiel finally concludes. He nods to himself, convinced that his friend must’ve fallen in love with you. “She looks at Dean with heart eyes.”

“What? How do you know that term?”

“I watched humanity for an eternity,” the angel proudly states. He won’t tell Sam that his new hobby is to search for terms and trends on social media. “If you want to know more about human feelings, ask me.”

“Cas, that’s…” Sam glances at the angel sitting next to him, “good to know…I guess.”

“Hey, stop talking so loudly. We can’t hear our song,” Dean and you mutter in unison. "If you want to stay inside the car, stop talking so much."

“Heaven help us, Cas. My brother is in love with his match…”

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #spn #dean winchester x fem!reader #fluff #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #Deepest love - Flufftober 25 #female reader

[clairedelune-13]

You know what? I’m excited for The Winchesters. It can’t be worse than how badly Netflix butchered my beloved Witcher series. They fucking Blavilkened Yennefer!

She went from a badass 94 year old Sorceress to a whiny, pre-pubescent brat who can’t handle life without her precious magic (wahhh, you’ve been around the block, you’re fine)

At least Jensen and Robbie understand Supernatural better than Lauren Hissrich thinks she understands about Andrej Sapkowski’s novels.

#the winchesters #jensen ackles #robbie thompson #give it a chance

[sheinthatfandom]

I would check their blog out but apparently I blocked them. Not gonna go check out why. I only block people who participate in fan war at a toxic level. I just want to enjoy my shows without people needing to start drama or celebrating/wishing for the downfall of others shows. I’m too old to deal with that high school mentality

Ahh okay np sorry about that then. well I think the numbers are fine I know there’s like new owners and things are doing really well for winchesters and some other shows. I do know some shows got cancelled but I haven’t seen anything about winchesters being at risk. We’re only a few episodes in and I think the following is there and seems to be growing. I also believe that win is doing well in digital numbers for people with dvr’s and such. I’m sure more news will come out soon what I will say is be very careful of certain news sites cause a lot just try and get you to click the website or get angry enough to comment o. Their twitter so just enjoy the show enjoy being back in this beloved world that Jensen and Robbie have brought back to us and wait and see when official news is released about what’s gonna happen.

#loren gets mail #anonymous

[scoobyrubes]

Cas asks Claire what boyfriends and girlfriends are and she’s like “uh... I guess they’re like your favourite person and you spend time with them and look after them... I dunno” and Cas is like “oh! So Dean?” And Claire is like 😯😯😯 “I mean I guess if that’s something you want” and Cas is like “I understand completely”....

#supernatural #castiel #spn #castiel my beloved #illustration #spn fanart #destiel #drawing #dean cas #dean winchester #there is no explaining to cas #dean IS his boyfriend #the more they try and explain #cas is just like yes you’re literally explaining Dean to me #he is MY boyfriend #and eventually dean can’t even be bothered to argue anymore #and he’s like yeah I guess whatever fine I’m your boyfriend #and internally he is a teenage girl