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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Fulfillment - Flufftober 19

Summary: Dean finally lives the life he deserves and dreamed of.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader

Side pairing: Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, overprotective Dean, implied smut, cuddling & snuggling, Dean is a horny dog, a hint of dirty talk and dirty fantasy

Rating: Teen

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

Trope: Pregnancy

@warmandfluffybingocards: Square 16: Breakfast in bed

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Square 7: Decorating the nursery

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Your last battle was the day Dean told you he loves you. He didn’t want to waste another moment without having you in his arms.

Chuck, or God if you want to call that jackass so, fell without glory.

Jack went to heaven, and Castiel accompanied him to make sure no one tried to abuse the young man’s powers ever again.

Since that day, you have been living a normal life.

While everyone else dreams of a more exciting life, you are happy to have a normal and boring life.

While you turned your back on the hunter’s life, you turned the bunker into a warm and cozy home. (We don’t talk about the room where Dean stored all the weapons.)

Only because you stopped hunting doesn’t mean Dean doesn’t act like an overprotective bodyguard when it comes to you. You’re his wife, the future mother of his children, and the reason to keep on going for him.

“Sweetheart,” Dean pokes his head inside the kitchen. “No…no!” He tuts. “I told you; I’m going to make breakfast.” Your husband watches you run one hand over your grown belly while stuffing a pickle into your mouth.

“I’m having cravings,” you chew audibly while your husband makes a fuss. He doesn’t want you to leave your bedroom or the bed. If it was up to Dean, he’d wrap you in a dozen blankets and never let you leave the bed again. “And no one is going to attack us here.”

“You don’t know that” your husband argues. He steps inside the kitchen and wraps his arms around you, making you groan. “I need to keep you safe and happy.”

“Last night you made me very happy.”

Dean snickers as he remembers the way you were writhing on his cock.

“I remember you were a begging mess, Y/N. Loud and naughty. Just the way I like you.”

“Dean, we can’t make out in the kitchen again. Sammy will kill us,” you whine as your husband kisses down your neck. “I mean it, baby. We can’t get caught again.”

“But getting caught is half the fun,” Dean laughs in your neck, making you giggle. “Alright. If you are a good girl and go to our bedroom to lie down, I’ll make you the best breakfast you ever ate. I promise it’s not my dick.”

“You’re lucky I love you, Mr. Winchester. You’re a very naughty man,” you chuckle as he whispers dirty nothings in your ear. “If you don’t want to end up getting caught by your brother and Eileen, we better go back to our bedroom.”

“Sex before breakfast. I knew you were the one…” He hums in your neck. “But after you’ll eat all the delicious things I’ll cook for you…”

“A red rose, and food, huh,” Sam watches his brother carry a tray filled with breakfast and a single red rose out of the kitchen. “Did you leave some food for us?”

“Sure, Sammy,” Dean grins. “My wife needs the food. I wore her out.”

Sam shakes his head. Sometimes his brother has no shame…or like ever. “Luckily she’s already pregnant or you’d get her pregnant.”

“Who says I won’t get her pregnant again?” Dean chuckles. “We are having twins. Next time, I’ll fill her with triplets.”

“What do you say? Will she like it?” Dean shows his brother and Eileen the U-shaped pregnancy pillow he got for you. He has it draped over his shoulder to show it to Sam. “It’s good for the babies and her, right?”

Eileen smirks as her brother-in-law excitedly tells them about all the things he bought for you and the babies.

“It’s nice of you to get the pillow,” she finally says. Dean looks adorable with all the stuffies tugged under his arm. “What do you want to do with the rest?” She questions.

“While Y/N is having a nap, I’m going to decorate the nursery. We are almost done, but she’s a little under the weather this week. I’ll finish it and show her everything when she feels better.”

“Do you need help?” Sam offers willingly. “We are going finish the nursery faster if we work together.”

“Are you sure, Sammy?”

Sam flashes his brother a smile. “Well, I’m counting on your help when we are having triplets…”

“I love the pillow,” Dean states as you and your husband lie on the bed, the pregnancy pillow wrapped around your bodies. “They were right. It’s perfect for snuggling and cuddling.”

You grin as Dean moves impossibly closer to hide his face in your neck. “I heard you finished the nursery.”

“Sammy and Eileen helped. If there’s something you do not like, blame Sammy.”

“I know that I’ll love it,” you mumble sleepily. “Just like I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart, and the little beans,” he whispers in your ear while moving one hand to your belly. “I’ll always protect you and our babies. Always.”

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#dean winchester #warmandfluffybingo #anyfandomgoesbingo #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural #Fulfillment - Flufftober 19 #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #fem!reader #female reader

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profoundbondfanfic · 6 months

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A Complete Kingdom by komodobits [Explicit, 85k words]

The sea; it swallows me. It comes up to my knees and it swallows me. The boys owe Jody a few dozen favours, and so when her niece goes missing near an old fishing village on the coast of Maine, Dean, Sam, and a newly human Castiel agree to take the case on. They settle into an old abandoned lighthouse-keepers' cottage, and slowly the tide comes in. (post-s8)

Between Love and Agony by Duckyboos [Explicit, 53k words]

Dean Winchester is in love. Like, bonafide heart eyes and deep sighs, hung-the-moon love. There's just one problem: the lucky guy is his husband's identical twin, Castiel. The two of them have been having a kinky affair for years, burrowing under each other’s skin and setting up camp. Which is why, after Castiel goes missing, Dean’s about ready to tear the world apart looking for him. When Castiel eventually returns to him, he’s been through literal hell, managing to drag himself out, bloody and raw, for Dean. Together, they discover a way to make Castiel whole again — though the price will be gruesome... and there will certainly be hell to pay.

Camp by fullvoid [Explicit, 9k words]

It’s 1985 and to say that Dean is relieved when his summer job at the local camp comes to an end would be an egregious understatement. There are about a million different ways he would have rather spent his summer than by being the maladjusted, weird guy that all his coworkers avoid. Nevertheless, in a poor effort to fit in, Dean decides to attend the annual celebration that his fellow counselors organize at the end of every camp season. It isn’t supposed to be anything special, simply a standard party with shitty vodka, late-night skinny dipping, and make-your-ears-bleed soft rock. As it turns out, the hockey-mask-adorned, machete-wielding killer who crashes it has other plans—and no one is prepared for the horrors the night will bring.

et florum magica: (And the Magic of Flowers) by wiccanstiel [Explicit, 52k words]

There’s a large, leafless tree and a road, a hand on a gnarled cane, a stoutly man in a black suit, his face scratched out. When Castiel Novak moves to the small town of Fox Hollow, he’s looking for a fresh start. Only his past seems to be–quite literally–haunting him, and even through his best efforts of settling into his new life, there’s a darkness in the shadows that he can’t seem to shake. And after meeting an otherworldly being named Dean during what was supposed to be a simple walk through the forest, he’s left with more questions than answers. But like it’s residents, Fox Hollow has some well-kept secrets, and things quickly turn to life or death when one of those secrets finally steps from the shadows and into the light.

empty places by dothraki_shieldmaiden [Mature, 71k words]

There’s something outside the house. Something is moving outside the house, moving inside the house. Maybe moving inside him. Something is outside the house, and it wants in. After tragedy derails his life, Castiel Novak needs to escape. He flees to Lawrence, Kansas, where he answers Dean Winchester’s ad for a roommate. There, he tries to mend the shattered pieces of his life. But as he starts to become closer with Dean, Castiel finds that escape isn’t so easy. The past doesn’t want to be left behind, and there’s something inside the house. Something hungry. And it won’t be appeased until it has him.

Good Bones by emmbrancsxx0 [Mature, 39k words]

An apple pie, white picket fence American Nightmare. Dean and Cas, married and semi-retired from hunting, move into their first house together in a sleepy, secluded town. After a few run ins with the ghost that haunts the place, they must come face-to-face with the house's grisly past.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance (doomcountry) [Teen and Up, 31k words]

Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh. But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

Tunnel by deansmultitudes [Explicit, 13k words]

An injury during a hasty job makes Dean, Sam and Cas split up in the underground tunnels. Confused and trapped in a maze of walls that seem to shift at the will of something evil, Dean's frantically searching for his loved ones.

White Noise by saltyfeathers [Mature, 30k words]

in an unnamed, perpetually rainy city on the east coast, something haunts dean and cas’ apartment. they’d like to pretend they don’t know what’s living in the space between them, but feigned ignorance can only keep them above water for so long. something happened nine months ago. something they don’t talk about. but the things people don’t talk about often find ways to speak for themselves, whether dean and cas are ready to pay their dues or not. the rain is an unforgiving entity, and as it continues to pervade the city; as it seeps into their already cold bones, they can feel the ocean rising around them, leaving them choking not on just what happened nine months ago, but what they’ve come to mean to each other since then.

#halloween #destiel #group rec #horror

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stxr-du5t · 1 year

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I Don't Wanna Talk Right Now

Summary: After breaking up from a complicated relationship with colby, madison sees him again

Pairing: Colby Brock x Madison Golbach (Reader)

Content/Warnings: Fluffy angst, Passing out and mentions of starvation

A/N: This is set around the time Sam and Colby lived at their apartments

The blonde haired girl walked through the door of Sam's apartment for pizza night as he promised it wouldn't be awkward for them after the big break up she had with Colby, she approached katrina as she saw the boy in the blue hair next to a girl, who was whispering over the music to him, madison rolled her eyes and got a white claw from the fridge «Just a couple of minutes and back to bed» She said to herself, feeling her chest burning with jealousy

In one way or another, she had to let go, as he explained it, he was scared and she didn't understood at first and then a couple hours after when she was all alone in her apartment with the heart shattered, she had got it, scared of commitment

Sam sat next to her, worried about his sister, he nudge her a little bit to get her attention but her eyes were on Colby, who was laughing and joking with Jake and Corey

"You ok?" Her brother asked, he always felt this protective feeling over her

"No, but I'll be fine, Sammy" She said and sighed exhausted, she had a long day of filming for her new show "He seems to be fine"

"He's faking it, he blames himself for it"

"As he should, anyways... I think I'll go back to my apartment watch Supernatural" She took her keys out and walked to the door

"Hey, do you want to take a box of pizza with you?" Sam looked at her with bright smile, she just nodded taking one box with her "I love you, goodnight" He said as she was closing the door "If you need anything text me or Kat"

She just nodded affirmatively, already making plans on her mind, Supernatural, that pizza and a glass of wine were going make her feel better

"Hey Sam, what's wrong?" Colby asked to his best friend

"Nothing, Colby" Sam said suddenly feeling resentment, he hurted his twin sister, if she was hurt, he was hurt and worried

Madison walked down the hallway finding her apartment, as she entered she left the pizza box on the coffee table, to go to her couch and curled up in it with her comfort show, she got lost on the plot of the episode as Dean Winchester was beating the shit out Castiel

"Demon Dean is something else" She said to herself, giggling "Am I i attracted to this?" Forgetting her pain for a little bit, and then the reminder come back when the blue haired boy was in her living room, startling her

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" He said carefully, smiling a little "You are still watching that?"

"Yeah... it's the fifth time" She was being distant, she couldn't even look at him "What do you want?"

"I just needed to know how you doing" Colby said, seeing her curled up in ball on the couch and watching Supernatural was not a good sign, which made him guilty "Are you ok?"

"Oh, I'm ok, you know, just peachy" Her mask was convincing at least it to Colby «Fake it till you make it» She said to herself

"Ok, just checking, Sam was worried" it was painful for both of them and awkward but they were still friends "Well…have fun with Sam and Dean" He said approaching the door

Madison felt like her thoughts were about to betray her, and intrusive thought came in and she let it win

"Did you ever loved me? Did that month meant something to you?" The blonde haired girl stood up and walked towards her ex

"Of course it did, you were my everything, you're still my everything and i was the happiest" He responded, not even thinking about it "I think there's nothing left to say still, we said a lot"

"there's still some things I want to say" The blue eyed girl said

"Go ahead" He told her, feeling like he was about get hurt, her words were always sharp

"Taking the risk of putting the little dignity i have left out there, I'm still hurt and i won't beg you to do nothing, not even apologize but" Her voice cracked

he was listening carefully, in all seriousness knowing perfectly she was about dig his grave and bury him for the last time

"Why?" Madison asked feeling the rage building up and boiling in her veins, Colby's eyes got big, surprised that was what came out her mouth "Why did you broke up with me, if you were so happy"

"I recognize i was stupid and sometimes i don't think things, if i was scared to commit i should've said that to you" Colby started to tear up remembering his mistake "I'm so sorry, i regret everything i said or didn't said"

The blue haired boy was begging for forgiveness even if she didn't asked him to beg, holding the girl that used to be his

"Please forgive me" He pleaded "I love you"

Those three words paralyzed her on the spot, feeling overwhelmed

"I'm sorry, Colby, i just can't" She was holding back tears while she was feeling the tight grip the boy had on her waist

"It's fine, i was not expecting you to run to my arms" As he said it, she did collapsed on his arms, her overworked starved body gave in at the comfortable touch of her ex boyfriend

She loved it, she love how touchy he was, how clingy he could get

Feeling dizziness because of the tiredness and fatigue, Colby fortunately fast enough to hold her tighter watching his ex girlfriend half passed out on his arms, he placed her on the couch

The blue haired boy took his phone out of his pocket, dialing his best friend's phone but wasn't picking up

"Maddie, what are you doing to yourself" He said knowing she probably wouldn't hear, he knew also how much loved her work, a complete workaholic just like him plus the break up, he just knew she wasn't eating properly or sleeping enough

He called his friend again, cuddling her close to his heart feeling the anxiety building up in his body, seeing she wasn't responding

"Hello? Colby where are you?" Sam said on the other line

"Sam, your sister, she passed out" Sam didn't even hesitated in leaving his apartment and all of his friends, colby felt her breathing heavily "Baby... hi" he whispered softly as she was opening her eyes

"What happened?" She asked confused, seeing Colby was holding onto her for dear life

"You passed out, have you eaten anything today?" He asked worried, she hated how much he knew her "Coffee doesn't count" She nodded negatively

Sam and Kat were on the door frame, the blond boy was ever more pale than he actually was, and Kat had a worried look on her face

"Is she ok?" Sam rushed by her side, while Colby was stepping out, letting Sam handle the situation

"Colbs?" she heard herself saying his nickname and couldn't stop from calling him, she did grabby hands extended to him

Before anything else they were friends, besides the heartbreak and the pain, he cared for her

"It's ok, guys, i can stay, i wasn't having fun anyways"

Sam hesitated to leave, not because he didn't trusted his best friend, but his overprotective self couldn't leave his twin sister

When Sam and Kat finally left, Colby started cooking something for her to eat, there was pizza but she needed something more nutritional than those carbs and greasy food, he made some noodle soup and brought a plate to her

She smiled tiredly at warm feeling of the chicken noodle soup Colby made for her

"Press play" He said sitting next to her, trowing an arm around her shoulders

"But you haven't seen season one" She finished the soup and made that adorable face to get a little more

"Put the first season then" He said from the kitchen, secretly loving being with her

Madison fell asleep on Colby putting her feet on his lap and holding on to his body while getting the best sleep she had in a while, suddenly Colby realized she was the one and little by little letting the fear of commitment and getting hurt go, she needed him but he needed her even more.

#sam and colby #colby brock #ghost hunting #sam golbach #colby brock fluff #colby brock x reader #colby brock angst

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 7 months

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Destiel prompt #25

What if Archangel Lucifer is said to be Sam’s true mate and the Archangel Michael is supposed to be Dean’s true mate; however, maybe that is only what they’re told and it’s not actually destiny who decides…or is it?

After all, Castiel did the heavy labor and not only rescued Dean’s soul from Hell but rebuilt his form and made it unblemished and as strong as humans are able to become; no one expected Dean’s soul to place a claim upon Castiel before either angel or archangel could claim Dean.

A soft Lucifer courting Sam while the fight between Castiel and Michael takes a very different direction since it is Castiel that is claimed, not the other way around.

And then to find out there is a third (half-) brother, Adam.

Truly, it was Chuck wanting the best match for his children in all their capacities, and so he arranged the Winchester line and these three were born: Dean, Sam, and Adam—are destined for the twin Archangels but who is the third destined for, obviously an Angel of the Lord, but which one?

If Dean has claimed Castiel and Lucifer is courting Sam to accept his claim, is Michael actually destined for Adam?

#this sounds so much like an omegaverse arranged marriage that weirdly fails #Destiel prompt #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #sam winchester #casdean #Lucifer #samifer #soft Lucifer #spn

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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 months

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For drabble weekend, Dean Winchester x scarlet witch wife something cute and they have twins based on Tommy and Billy from Wanda vision.

drabble weekend

It's already been a year since you've had your twins, Robert and John. It's only been a year but they've decided to age themselves up, something they got from you. They might look like toddlers but they're still your baby boys.

You and Dean are doing your best to keep up but you don't think you can handle teenagers at such a short time after giving birth.

"Okay, I know you want to grow up but no more aging. Stay kids. Enjoy your childhood. Understand?"

"Yes, mommy," Robert nods.

"Good, now go play. Preferably outside."

Robert grins at his twin brother and gears up to run.

"Race you outside."

Robert uses his super speed and races into the backyard, leaving John still by your side.

"That's not fair! I didn't get the speed!" John growls and shoots a blast of blue magic out of his hands.

Before you know it, John has run out of the house to be with his brother. You chuckle tiredly and pick up their toys when Dean walks into the house after being with Sam and Castiel.

"How are the twins doing?" Dean greets with a kiss.

"As much as you'd expect. I knew one of them would get my powers but I didn't know the other would get my brother's power. It's going to make for a very interesting life."

"A life I wouldn't trade anything for," Dean grins and kisses you again.

#anon #anonymous #drabbleweekend #dean winchester x reader

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sibsteria · 2 years

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The French Mish-take

Prompts: ''I missed you so much.''

Summary: Castiel is thrown into our reality, albeit a separate vessel from Misha, trying to lay low is hard when you look exactly like the actor 'playing you'.

Character: Misha Collins x fem!reader, Castiel x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, fem!Reader

a/n I’ve had this in my drafts for months omg

As his body hit the floor, Castiel groaned at the disturbance.

He pulled himself to his feet and scanned his surroundings.

A sea of metal trailers blocked his vision, the sound of walkie-talkies crackled his hearing. His eyes settled on an extremely calm version of Rowena a few feet away from him. Using his intellect he realised the situation he was in.

He had heard about this place from Sam and Dean, though he hadn't expected to see it for himself. What he didn't know was why he could see his actor self, why wasn't he sharing a vessel with him?

The Winchesters had told him that angel grace didn't work in this world, so why could he still feel his running?

He mustered up some courage to produce an invisibility cloaking and then walked from his current spot into the open.

He walked up to the first person he could find and subtly waved a hand in front of their face. When they didn't produce a reaction, he was sure it worked.

His actor self- Misha, couldn’t be found, he’d disappeared.

He spent an hour getting familiar with his surroundings, bumping into a few familiar faces along the way, to say it was strange to see so many threats so docile? Well, it was an understatement.

An alarm bell rung, a small flood of recognisable people walked out of two large steel doors.

Sam...Dean...and his twin. A familiar head of hair from a separate sound stage comes running to the trio, greeted with high fives and hugs.

He quirked his eyebrows at this, they displayed such closeness in this reality.

A mutter of goodbyes to the on screen brothers sent Y/n and Misha another direction, a trailer not so far from the studio doors.

His interest got the best of him, so Cas followed them, entering the trailer with them.

A quick look around and he could tell this was Y/n's, it was tidy and slightly more feminine. (Although it wouldn't have been too far of a stretch to assume it was Misha's).

Misha collapsed on top of Y/n, a giggle followed by a groan left Y/n's mouth.

''I missed you.'' He muffled a whine into her neck.

“I was only gone for an hour, Mish.”

“Too long.” He lay between her legs, cuddling into her.

She let out a breath, “Too long.”

Misha peeked his head up from her neck, laying a soft kiss on Y/n’s lips.

Cas felt something twinge inside him, something tingle.

“You know they’re gonna find out.” An amused statement from Y/n.

“I know, I don’t mind it, but I’m gonna savour this privacy whilst I can.” Misha raises his voice a little as he moves from his position, pulling Y/n into his lap. She giggles, letting out a small yelp.

Castiel turns away, it’s a little hard to watch, he doesn’t really know why.

“Fuck, Misha-“

Cas’ ears twitch, he turns sharply, tripping over something in the trailer- he falls through the window.

A bright flash.

He hits the ground again.

This is getting old.

He wakes up, Y/n is hovering over him, his Y/n. Well, she’s not his, she’s-

“Cas!” She hugs him tight.

He pauses a moment before hugging her back.

“You just disappeared, are you okay?” She moves his stray hairs from his face, fussing over him.

All Cas can do is look into her worrisome eyes.

“I…”

She’s looking down at him, lips pouted, eyebrows furrowed.

I’m a rush of understanding and courage, Cas launches up, capturing her lips.

Y/n let’s her hands cup his slightly grazed cheeks.

“That’s new, huh?” Y/n smiles down at him after pulling away.

(Back in our world)

“That’s new, huh?”

“Cut!”

She stayed put, kneeling over Misha.

“That wasn’t awful, you two.”

She kissed him again, letting the rough passion bounce off each other.

“Uhm- guys?”

#supernatural #supernatural cast imagine #supernatural imagine #castiel imagine #castiel imagines #castiel x reader #misha collins imagine #misha collins x reader #misha collins #misha collins imagines

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quietwingsinthesky · 7 months

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can’t stop thinking about Marie reviving Kevin. does anyone ever manage to open the gates of Heaven again. does anyone even bother to tell Linda if they do. does Kevin lose more and more of himself as the years go on, and she’s forced to lose her son a second time. Linda carrying around a warded box with Kevin’s final tether in it so that he can’t accidentally hurt anyone, never knowing if it’s safe to release him from this world, if he won’t be worse trapped in the veil with no one to hold on to at all. one way or another, to love your child is to cage them.

(which is not to say that it’s her fault or even that she could have done anything differently. this is an impossible situation. this is something neither of them ever should have been forced to go through. her son is dead, and nothing can ever change that, and the best she can hope for is to hope that she can send him to heaven before she gets killed, too. because once an acquaintance of the winchesters, always a target for people who have a grudge against them. linda goes through. a lot. in the next few years. family is hell and all.)

the way this shakes out in my head is as a hunt. someone is using a ghost to kill people, and it becomes clear, very quickly, that this ghost is kevin. that someone stole him from linda. and the worst part is that kevin has been a spirit for years now and the magic keeping him under control is strong enough that he can barely tell what’s happening. to him, he’s lashing out to protect his mom, even though she’s not there and he’s just being used. it’s a horrifying fate. and “the only way to save him is to put him down, it’s mercy,” except they still don’t know if that’ll send him to Heaven or Hell or further into the Veil or worse.

and I am thinking about marie finding this little box, open because Kevin is being forced to attack the Winchesters, maybe even his mom, as they try to save him, and marie pulling out the ring his ghost is tied to, and marie, who listened so closely to Linda talking about her son, so proud of him and so torn apart by grief. I’m imagining this takes place early on, before Lucifer has had a chance to get to the twins, so all the family Marie has is the Winchesters, and Castiel, and Jack, and none of them are really her parents. Dean is hot-and-cold unable to connect, and Sam tries so hard to take care of the twins but can barely look them in the eyes most days, and Castiel prepared for a baby and got something else entirely, and Jack is. Well. Jack is someone she cannot imagine outliving, cannot conceive of a world without.

And so what I’m saying is that she’s holding that ring, and she’s supposed to destroy it, and she can’t. She can’t. Kevin’s spirit is here, and if she can fix it- if she can fix it. Jack elsewhere suddenly gulping down breaths because his heart is racing too fast and his power is being dragged from him into his sister’s hands, and realizing that this is how Marie felt when he brought back Castiel. She didn’t complain, so he grins and bears it. It is an awful, exhausting thing.

But Kevin lives. With all his memories of being a ghost, of losing himself, of being used as a weapon. He’s alive. He shouldn’t be, but he shouldn’t have died either. There’s a girl looking at him, who is his height and younger than him by more than a decade and needs this to have been a Good Thing she did.

at least he gets to hug his mom again.

#so you know. a few thoughts. Kevin should get to live damnit #LET! HIM! COME! BACK! WRONG!#(I’m aware this ignores the whole ‘Chuck sending him to hell secretly and then other shit happening’ plotline but uh.#If The Show Did Not Care To Resolve That. Fuck Em.#they were literally happy to let Kevin wander the earth as a ghost and lose his mind. and fuck em!!! no he the fuck will not!!!#he will only lose his mind a little bit and then be alive again and have to live with it. I mean how old even if he right?#looking at himself in the mirror and Marie did her best but the picture of Kevin Linda had on her was a year or two old by the time he died #and that’s all Marie had of him to go off of. that and memories. and she did her best.#but kevin looks at himself. he’s too old he’s too young he doesn’t fit his own skin.#he expects his hand to go through objects. he dissociates for hours. forgets to eat or sleep or drink.#he’s not a prophet anymore. there are no prophets. and yet sometimes his ears still ring around angels and his vision is scarred over with #writing from tablets long since destroyed and his head is too full. he refuses any offer of the Winchesters to live in the bunker.#he’s a ghost and he’s a teenager and he’s an ex-prophet and he’s kevin freaking tran #marieposting #spn #kevin tran #linda tran

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deancaspinefest · 1 year

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Author: Jean Pilgrim | Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy Posting on Monday March 6

Okay, so maybe dragging Sam and Dean’s otherworldly lookalikes into their world wasn’t the best idea Dean’s ever had. But it’s not like they’re gonna stay long. They’re just gonna help them out and then move their asses somewhere Dean doesn’t have to deal with the way the other Dean keeps glancing at Cas. Right? Wrong. Tweedledee and Tweedledum are here to stay for a while, and it’s annoying the hell out of Dean. Nevermind that he’s busy trying to defeat Chuck and simultaneously ignoring the feeling in his chest that bubbles up any time he sees Cas and asks himself why his best friend shot him down when he confessed his feelings to him in Purgatory. - Chuck is gone and the world is saved. The Grady twins have left the building, too, and all should be well. Except, it isn’t: Cas is dead and it’s Dean’s fault. It must be. Cas loved him, and Dean loved Cas, and it was the end of him. Dean sees little hope for himself, but the least he can do now is try and be the man Cas thought him to be. A brave man, who never stops fighting for the people he loves. A man that cares about his brother and Jack. When Jack returns, Dean finds one of Cas’ very few sentimental possessions, and with it, his will and determination to get him back. If only he could find someone to take his place and help him hide his plans from Sam and Jack…

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“I am going to help Sam load the car,” Cas suggests, then. “It was nice talking to you, Dean.” With a smile and a tip of his head, he gets up and walks past Dean, very pointedly avoiding each and every eye or body contact. Dickbag-Dean, now finished with putting on the shirt, shrugs the flannel over his shoulders, and calls after him: “Likewise, Castiel. Safe travels.” Dean makes an effort to take a few deep breaths so as not to clock the guy. They need to get going, get this show on the road and get rid of their counterparts, migrate them to a different hemisphere, if Dean gets his way. “Fridge is stocked,” Dean counts off coldly, staring at what looks like his crooked mirror reflection. “Keys are next to the door, in case you need to get out. Make it quick if you do, though. You got our numbers?” “Oh, Castiel gave me his. No worries. We’ll be good and let you know if something comes up,” the other Dean says amicably. Dean grinds his teeth, forcing the words out through pursed lips. “Good.” He grants his counterpart a quick nod, then hoists his duffel further up his shoulder and turns to leave. “Oh, and Dean?” WIth his eyes closed and his patience running thinner than the fabric of his worn down jeans, Dean turns around again and clutches the straps of his bag until they almost cut into his palm. “Yeah?” “You and Cas, you’re…” “Friends,” Dean confirms tonelessly, not liking the way the corners of the other guy’s lips tick up at that. “Best friends. Cas and I are family.” “I just wanted to make sure. I didn’t want to, you know, overstep. But alas, it seems that I can try and shoot my shot, as they say, then.” Dean barks a toneless laugh, trying to cover up the hollow feeling in his stomach. This isn’t happening. “Sorry, definitely barking up the wrong tree there, dude. Believe me. Save yourself the trouble.” He doesn’t know why he says it like that. He doesn’t know why he says it, period, other than the fact that he never, ever wants to come into one of the countless rooms in the bunker to witness… whatever was just going on between his lookalike and his best friend, again. “Hm.” Douchebag-Dean seems to consider that for a moment, his eyes trailing the staircase to the bunker’s main entrance where Cas had disappeared a mere minute ago. “Thanks for your concern, but I don’t think I will.”

[continue reading on Ao3 on Monday March 6]

#Destiel Fic #Destiel Art #Destiel Fanworks #DeanCas Fic #DeanCas Art #DeanCas Fanworks #Pinefest Previews #2023 Dean/Cas Pinefest #Author: Jean Pilgrim #Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy #Canon Divgence #Episode 15x13 Episode 15x18 Episode 15x19 #AU!Dean and AU!Sam

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Customer Disservice

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General to Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Half-Fae Dean Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Karenlike Customer Behaving Badly And Getting Punished For It

Summary: Working in a faerie-owned and operated cafe definitely had some benefits, moreso than any other job Cas had previously had.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 3: Entertain

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THE DAY WAS progressing with relative calm, although John Castiel Novak knew better than to give voice to that observation. Despite the illogical nature of it, something about commenting on a slow or quiet day always seemed to act like a dare to the Universe to immediately provide some sort of commotion. It was a phenomenon that Cas had taken note of in passing before, but that awareness was now much more clear and prescient since he and his twin had decided to come to work as baker and barista respectively at Lighthouse CommodiTeas. Cas's twin, James Constantine Novak, had assured him that it was a universal phenomenon, backed up with multiple anecdotal reports around the world, and not at all influenced by the cafe being owned and operated by a very powerful half-fae prince of the Seelie Courts.

Sam, as the half-fae went by, assured them both that, no matter how hectic things might get, so long as they always did their best, they would never be blamed for whatever "deluge of terrarium enrichment" might befall them. Indeed, working in a fae-run cafe where the cardinal rule for customers was "be polite or else" was a great deal less stressful than any other job Cas had ever had. Part of that was Sam having hired both him and Jimmy so Cas almost always had his primary touchstone of support nearby, but it also helped that Sam could and did stand up for his employees against rude or abusive customers. Sam was unfailingly polite up until someone under his protection was threatened, and he was masterful in dealing with the more rudely entitled or self-righteous customers who thought a non-human small town coffee shop barista was an acceptable target for their poor behavior.

Today had been mostly quiet, for which Cas was thankful as it allowed him to focus solely on the baking rather than needing to take a turn mixing drinks or talking to people. He would do it if the Universe conspired to swamp the cafe in customers because he didn't want to leave it all on Sam, Jimmy, and/or Charlie if one or more of them were absent and the need arose, but all three of them had assured him that he didn't need to. That allowed him to give his attention to the equally exacting but less emotionally demanding task of replenishing the dwindling stock of various cookies and scones from the refrigerated dough from this morning and taking inventory of the ingredients which were getting low enough to warrant reordering.

It also meant that, once he got the last tray out of the oven and onto the racks to cool, he was able to take a break of his own with a mug of blueberry tea and honey tucked up into his preferred chair in the corner near the kitchen and watch Sam and Jimmy in their element. Frequently he used the time to test his own study of nuance and human interaction and body language by predicting which customers would be easygoing and which would be trouble. He was getting better at it, though he seemed to have made a mistake guessing the woman with the designer jacket and expensive shoes who ordered a decaf cafe latte with soy milk and cinnamon would cause an issue. She was, in fact, waiting quietly if not exactly patiently for her drink to be made while tapping at her phone screen. Perhaps the shadow Cas perceived around her was from some personal trouble with whomever was on the other end of her message...?

His contemplation was interrupted as a loud growling motor outside the cafe abruptly cut off and a car door slammed. Cas braced himself, hand unconsciously drifting towards the bracelet Charlie had made for him as he glanced towards the counter. Jimmy was busy making a line of drinks and Sam was... looking amused?

The door burst open with a jangle of the chimes and a deep voice called out heartily, "Hey, Sammy, it's your favorite brother!"

"Adam?" Sam asked, his voice taking on notes of affected surprise. "What are you doing on this side of the Rift during the school year? Does Dean know you're using his human glamor as a practice form?"

"Bitch," the human man in flannel, jeans, and a leather jacket huffed with a scowl. His appearance shimmered and changed, close-cropped blonde hair growing considerably longer and forming into intricate braids that did nothing to hide the newly revealed pointed ears decorated with silver piercings. "Don't even try to pretend you didn't know it was really me and not Bite-size."

"Don't go assigning yourself favorite status over him, then, jerk," Sam laughed, stepping out from behind the counter. "And when are you gonna stop calling him that? He's almost your height now!"

"Big brother's prerogative," the fae man who Cas thought must be Dean said loftily, opening his arms. The two met in a back-slapping hug, Dean squawking playfully when Sam actually lifted him up off his feet, and separated with an exchange of kisses full of familiarity and affection despite the seeming insults exchanged.

It was also apparently too much for the woman waiting for her latte.

"Excuse me," she huffed, snapping her fingers repeatedly in Sam's direction. "How dare you? You are at work, your behavior is completely unacceptable, there are children present!"

"Excuse you, lady, I'm a grown adult, I'm just fun size!" another customer snapped. Cas recognized him as one of the regulars who always came in for a Trickster Special that seemed to be nothing but sugar with a splash of coffee.

"I didn't mean you!" the woman huffed, which was thoroughly confusing until Cas followed her pointing finger to see Jack sitting at one of the tables by the window with his notebook and math textbook open on front of him. "I'm sure that boy's parents don't want you exposing their son to such degenerate behavior!"

"Since that's my son, no, I really don't have a problem with it," Sam said in a mild tone that Cas recognized from many, many similar occasions. From the way the rest of the customers were watching, he guessed that they also recognized it and knew what was coming.

"Why would I have a problem with my dad hugging Uncle Dean?" Jack asked in a bored tone, not even bothering to look up from his homework as he took his cue from Sam like a perfect co-conspirator. Then he paused and looked up with a frown. "Is this a homophobic thing? Because people usually only use the word 'degenerate' when they're being mean like that."

"Nice one, kiddo," Dean smirked. "Speaking of, you gonna hug me at some point?"

"You gonna help me finish my math homework before closing?" Jack asked with a matching smirk.

"It's still unprofessional!" the woman spluttered. "Personal relationships should be left to personal time, not while you are on the clock! What would your manager say if he saw you acting like this?!"

"Considering he's the owner, I'm pretty sure management is well aware of the situation," Jimmy piped up as he approached the counter and held out the travel cup. "And they're both much older than even this country, nevermind the current human fad of toxic masculinity so you trying to shame them for a hug and a kiss on the cheek is probably not gonna go over the way you want. Here's your decaf soy cafe latte with cinnamon, ma'am, and I don't suggest staying to drink it here."

"How dare you speak to me that wa--!"

"Silence," Sam intoned sharply, straightening up to his full height. The woman's voice abruptly cut off, though she kept moving her mouth for a few seconds before realizing that nothing was coming out. The look of astonishment on her face was almost cartoonishly comical. "Since you seem to enjoy passing judgment on people for things that are none of your business, you will now also be judged. Every unkind, judgemental word to come to your tongue about others will similarly be silenced, by voice or writing or text, for the next three years or until you learn to mind your own business and keep your poisonous comments away from the business of others."

The woman tried to yell something that Cas suspected was "you can't do that" or something similar, but those words were likewise silenced.

"You are in my domain, and you have broken the rules of my realm," Sam told her, looking down his nose with the air of the haughty faerie prince he was. "I assure you that I can. Your voice will return to you once you leave, and for your own sake I suggest you take your drink and do so now, and don't bother coming back."

The woman finally seemed to grow a modicum of sense, as she snatched her latte from Jimmy and scurried out of the cafe. The moment the door closed, several of the regulars burst into applause. Jimmy took the opportunity to slip out from behind the counter and bring Cas a refill on his tea as a covert excuse to check in, and Cas found that he was less agitated than usual. Either the bracelet was helping or he was getting used to this.

"Is this really what you do for entertainment around here?" Dean asked, turning away from the closed door and the vanishing bastion of rudeness to look at Sam.

"Are you not entertained?" Sam asked, still in his princely posture while raising one eyebrow. Then he relaxed and smirked. "C'mon, go say hi to your nephew, and then I've got a surprise for you."

"Another pie-themed drink you want me to try?" Dean guessed.

"Better," Sam promised, casting a quick but fond look in Cas's direction.

And Cas, remembering that the last cookies he had taken out of the oven were the caramel pecan nests that almost could have been small pies, found himself blushing.

He hoped Sam's brother liked the surprise.

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #sastimmy #urban fantasy au #faeries don't put up with karens

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loki-is-my-god-of-mischief · 2 years

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That's Why I Hate Halloween (Crowley x Male!Reader)

A/N: This was a contest entry on deviantart. Just to help you understand a bit of the story, one Gabriel is alive and Crowley doesn't appear in the story until the end. You are also Gabriel's twin.

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"Come on boys, I've got us a case." (Y/N) says as he walks into the bunker. Castiel is God knows where, so it was just him and the Winchesters.

"How do we know that what you have is even a case?" Dean asks cockily. 'Honestly, just because I'm an angel doesn't mean I don't understand the difference between a case and a normal death' (Y/N) thought.

"Well...hmmm...let me see. Maybe because the vic's heads were ripped off and were described as mauled."

"Well, there you go mauled, not a case just a normal dea-" Dean starts.

"On the 12th floor of a hotel." (Y/N) finishes, smirking.

"Yeah, that sounds like a case to me, let's check it out." Sam says to which Dean eagerly agrees.

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The Winchesters and (Y/N) walk into the room of the murder, the stank of death hitting them immediately. They headed toward the policeman on duty, flashing their fake FBI badges. "Hello Officer, my name is Agent Young, this is my partner Agent Scott and our Rookie Agent Evans." Dean starts pointing to each, (Y/N) looking put out at being called a rookie.

"It's a pleasure to be working with you Agents, I'm Deputy Rudd. I'm really glad you’re here actually, I can't make heads or tails of this one." Rudd replied.

"This is the third one this week?" (Y/N) asked.

"Third one in the past three days unfortunately." We walked over to the body covered on the floor. Lifting the covering we could see that the head had been ripped completely off and the body's gender was almost unrecognisable. "Who was she?"

"Miss Lara Fry, 26 years old." With that the Deputy left to speak to the other officers.

"Seen anything odd?" Dean asks Sam who was observing the body. “It looks like an animal attack since the marks around, what is left of, the neck are made by teeth, probably canine."

"Meaning Werewolf or Hell Hound right?" (Y/N) asked.

"Seems the most likely. You two should check out the families, see if anyone has gotten lucky in the last ten years. I'll go to the library, see what I can find out about what they were up to in the last few days." Sam ordered. It was a good plan and the best one they had so they all agreed and set off to their allocated jobs.

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In the Fry Residence

"We are truly sorry for your loss Mrs. Fry." (Y/N) says soothingly. Mrs. Fry just smiles sadly in response. "Miss, please. I'm not a Mrs anymore, we have finally decided to go through with our divorce."

"Divorce?" Dean asks suddenly interested.

"Yeah, we were going to divorce when our baby girl was sixteen but decided to stay together for her. I'm...not entirely sure why though, we were at each other’s throats most of the time."

"I see, was the decision a spur of the moment or had you had a discussion about it?" (Y/N) asked, finally understanding Dean's interest in the matter.

"It was all so sudden actually, we were arguing one minute, then deciding to have another go for Lara's sake the next."

"Right. Thank you for your time Miss...."

"Constantine."

"Miss. Constantine. If you think of anything else, just give us a call." Dean says whilst handing her a card.

"Of course, Agents." With that they both left the house. (Y/N) decided to be the one to call Sam and tell him of the news they had found. "Anything?" Sam’s voice rings through the speaker.

"You'll never guess whose parents decided to magically stick together ten years ago."

"Lara's?"

"The one and only. So definitely Hell Hound. You find anything?"

"Yeah, a family of two...uh...The Oswald's. The mother's daughter survived stage four cancer and is still fit and healthy to this day."

"How long?"

"Ten years today." (Y/N) looks towards Dean and mouths 'Hunting Tonight'. "I've got a really bad feeling about this guys, something's not right."

"Stop being a wuss (Y/N)"

"Shut it Dean....We're on our way Sam."

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They followed Ms. Oswald all day and when night fell she went out back towards the barn. The boys and (Y/N) followed closely behind. When they were heading towards the barn, they lost sight of the woman they were tailing. "Where'd she go?" (Y/N) whispered. Suddenly, they each froze as they heard growling coming from behind them. Turning they saw nothing was there but the growling was getting closer. "I told you something was wrong."

"Hell Hound." Sam unnecessarily confirmed.

"RUN!" Dean shouted. They headed towards the barn, Sam ahead of the others as he was the fastest. When they reached the barn they closed the door and blocked it behind them.

It all becomes too much for (Y/N), the loud growling. The fear of death. He put his head into his hands and started to cry. Sam and Dean looked at him, no idea how to get out of the situation. The Angels were grounded, he couldn't fly out. They had promised Cas, they would look out for and protect him and now look. They have gotten another person in a deadly situation. They both approached him, Sam sitting next to him and wrapping his arm comfortingly around his shaking shoulders. Dean kneeling in front of him. Both apologising for getting him into this mess, arguing with each other over whose fault it was, then apologising some more.

(Y/N) started shaking more. This time however, for a different reason. Laughing. He was Laughing. He lifted his head to show no tears on his face and that he was full of laughter. The boys looked at him thoroughly confused. (Y/N) then gets up, walking toward the barn door. Before Sam or Dean could protest or stop him, he was already speaking. "Skylar! Down girl!" The Hell Hounds growling ceased immediately. "Good girl, go home now, good Skylar!" The only sound was of the Hell Hound leaving the barn and heading away. Sam and Dean were staring at (Y/N) astonished. "Wha...?" Suddenly the door opens up revealing one smirking Crowley and a certain someone’s twin angel, who couldn't control his laughing anymore. "Happy Halloween Boys!" (Y/N) says towards the very confused brothers.

"Wait...you?...the hound...but what about the case?" Sam asked once he figured out which question he wanted answered first.

"Was never real! Talk about a great Halloween prank, recommend picking treat next time boys" Gabriel replied, looking altogether way to smug for the brother's liking. Crowley walks toward (Y/N) wrapping his arms around his waist. "That was perfect love." He says smirking, his smirk then softening into a smile as he looks into his eyes, "I love you, my king." You had only just managed an 'I love you' back to Crowley before Dean ruined the moment by shouting "You planned this" Pointing very rudely at (Y/N).

"Yep!" was the chipper reply.

"And that, is why I hate Halloween." Dean mumbles sulkily.

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melanieathene · 2 years

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Suptober 2022 Day 3 - Digital

It was quiet – too quiet. No brother companionably snoring in the twin bed across from his. No traffic rumbling past the motel window. Apparently this one horse town closed up shop as soon as the sun set – which it had done a few hours ago.

Pulling in to the first motel he had seen in miles was biting him in the ass big time. But after a brutal solo hunt and a long day on the road, Dean stood by his decision to take a room for the night. A good meal, a hot shower, and a comfy bed. That's all he wanted – not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately he was denied all three. The diner was closed, the water was lukewarm at best, and the bed was lumpy. Sam's reaction to his list of woes had been less than sympathetic. He hung up on the bastard, and flung himself on the bed hoping to get a little shut eye. So far, that hope had been in vain.

When counting sheep failed to transport him to dreamland, Dean amused himself by counting the minutes as they passed, all the while tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable position, despairing of ever falling asleep.

The digital clock on the nightstand cast an unnervingly blood-red glow, the display endlessly flashing twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock, though Dean's watch clearly indicated it was closer to three a.m.

Fed up with the persistent flashing, Dean leaned over and unplugged the damned thing, refraining at the last moment from chucking it across the room.

What was it with motels and digital clocks? Even in the middle of nowhere you couldn't escape them. Not for the first time that evening, he wished that he was home. In his own bed. With the hynotic tick tock, tick tock of the old clock on the wall marking the passage of time. It filled the emptiness of the night with the illusion that he was not alone: that there was a warm body in his bed, Dean's head resting on their chest, their steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep.

That the person he most often pictured lying next to him happened to be Castiel didn't shock him the way it used to. After all, how often had Dean seen a fierce look of longing on the angel's face when he looked his way? A longing Dean knew was reflected in his own eyes. Maybe someday they would find the courage to act on their feelings. Maybe. Someday.

Dean smiled, imagining what such a coming together would mean: the comfort he would find in Castiel's strong embrace; the welcome murmur of a voice speaking words of love; the whisper of a kiss shyly placed in Dean's hair; the joy of finally, finally admitting this was what he'd wanted all along.

The heady, otherworldly scent of the angel would wrap around him, tantalizing his senses, driving him mad with the desire to touch, to taste.

The serenity of the moment would vanish then, swept away by passion.

Yeah, a man could dream...

And dream Dean did, slipping easily now into slumber, his heart beating out the rhythm that he so yearned to share.

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Swap My Life

Swap My Life https://ift.tt/3vuGfY8 by subzeroflame1216 This Week on Swap My Life! The Winchesters are a fun loving, horse ranch owning, country living family in Texas. With three kids, two huskies, a German Shepard, among others, the ranch is a busy place. Hard work is important but their kids have the run of the ranch because kids should be kids as long as they can be. Dean works long hours leaving his wife Lisa to manage the house and kids alone. Their open door policy leaves them with a revolving door of visitors popping in and out throughout the day, not always at the best times for Lisa. The Winchesters are swapping with The Novaks. Castiel and Hannah started their tech company right out of college, building it into the most formidable force in the industry to date. The Novaks employ a team, overseen by Hannah, to help them keep everything running smoothly including a family stylist and personal chef. Their six year old twins, Jack and Claire, spend days with the nanny as well as a STEM tutor Hannah had picked out since their first ultrasound! Their housekeepers keep their Chicago loft sparkling, just like Hannah prefers for it to be. Will this end in a disaster or will both families come away from this experience with more than they ever could have hoped for? Words: 11517, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Mary Winchester, Lisa Braeden, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Ben Braeden, Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, John Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Bobby John (Supernatural: Two and a Half Men) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Reality TV, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Closeted Castiel (Supernatural), Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Minor Castiel/Hannah (Supernatural), Minor Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, Getting to Know Each Other, Pining, Mutual Pining, Falling In Love, Family Drama, Family Dynamics, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Happy Ending, Horse Ranch Owner Dean, CEO Castiel (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/wM2jnVE February 09, 2024 at 09:07PM

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supernatural s13e7 war of the worlds (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

au!michael putting lucifer in an iron maiden-ish thing ok, why not. in front of a big jesus on a cross. is this the michael that rides up on dean's junk? i know nothing about that plotline other than it exists

CASTIEL Dean, you can't accompany me. My contact is already anxious about meeting and won't speak in the presence of a stranger. DEAN So introduce me. Then I'm not a stranger. I'll bring a six-pack. CASTIEL Dean, I swore I would protect this boy. Let me do this. DEAN Don't do anything stupid.

don't be rude, dean. but also, cas doesn't have the best track record. but tentatively seems like they're making him less prone to really bad decisions?

DEAN I guess we're stuck in idle. SAM So… What do we do? Just – just sit around here and wait? DEAN Well, we could work a case.

dunno why this strikes me as so like. unnecessarily heavy handed? oh no we can't do anything about the major plot arc, whatever will we do. i know, let's work a case to pass the time. i think this is a sign that i'm losing patience with the show :p there's only so many ways you can rearrange the parts before you start repeating things/the parts become very visible

LUCIFER Hey, you try interdimensional travel sometime, pal. Definitely no frills. And just to be clear, I never claimed to be God. Or a god, okay? Where I come from, God is a paradox. He's everywhere, in your mind. In reality, he's nowhere. He left. I, on the other hand, am the real deal. I am everything humanity thinks I am and worse. That's who you're dealing with, pal. But, hey, congratulations to you for being king of the hill of this dead rock.

nice little speech where he's not over completely over the top. i like him over the top, but it's nice to see this too.

was curious what osric was gonna be doing in this episode. handy i guess having this au, can bring in whoever. and he gets to play a very different kevin who gets to make a nexus

lucifer too, has to get back to the nexus. and back on earth without powers so we can have our quirky music comedy moment

eyes glazing over with this mr ketchup in a beard and rowena thing. two supposed to be dead people. evil twin but for real omglol. bleh

started laughing out loud at this shot, wtf is going on. it's so odd it looks like they pasted two shots together so they could both artificially be in focus together. gives me... tarantino???? vibes?? something. it's familiar. anyway. directed by richard speight jr apparently, gettin creative 🤪

this is so strange, man. it feels like it's gotta be a reference because it's so out of left field

sam where are you looking (ok i cranked up my brightness and i see he's looking at him now, but the way his head is angled and the shadow on his eyes makes it look like he's looking offcenter). why are y'all sitting like this. wtf.

just sayin. script directions definitely more what i'd expect

and offbrand mr ketchup looks like matthew rhys a little bit with the fluffy hair and beard like he's in a disguise in the americans

DUMAH Castiel, the angels… Our numbers were greatly diminished after the fall. No one's made new angels since the dawn of creation. We're going extinct. You would need a powerful force to make more of us. CASTIEL You mean Jack. Even if he had that power, what makes you think he'd cooperate? DUMAH He may not have a choice. CASTIEL So you're planning to enslave him for some kind of experiment?

i did not have trying to enslave jack as an angelic broodmare on my bingo card.

i like the new fit, lucifer. find it kind of weird though how he has now changed outfits a couple times past the original one and yet he still keeps the vessel's wedding ring on

LUCIFER Yeah, I'm clearly not myself. But, oh, cowboy, I'm not that weak. And you and I need to talk. CASTIEL I have no interest in talking to you. And if this is about your son– LUCIFER Okay, I get it, I get it. Custody of my son is a non-starter. But if you can please just shelve the eternal enemies thing for a second, we have a situation. And by “we,” I mean everything alive. We're sorta… all gonna die.

feels like sliding lucifer into a crowley-like role

i don't hate it. i'd rather have crowley be crowley and lucifer be lucifer though. it was a good scene, they play well off each other and they're letting cas be snarky and reasonable this week

SAM You get a name? DEAN Nope. But... from his description? Evil Colonel Sanders. Asmodeus.

(wiki)

Colonel Sanders was an Southern American business man, famous for creating Kentucky Fried Chicken. The name "Evil Colonel Sanders" was attributed to Asmodeus by the Supernatural fandom soon after his debut, due to his southern drawl and white suit.

well it's cute when i find out i was also picking up what they were putting down same as everyone else (my desc: the white suit and the thick accent and the speechifying, it’s giving confederate general slash colonel sanders vibes. the foghorn leghorn knives out treatment)

oh no surprise it is namebrand mr ketchup after all 🙄

KETCH She was captured by the British Men of Letters some years back. I discovered she'd sewn a powerful charm into her body that could bring her back should she be killed. I struck a deal wherein she did the same for me in return for allowing her to escape.

sure why not

dun dun dun mr ketchup is working for general sanders. whatever, man.

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