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adeliadrawstuff · 30 days

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Dean get's stuck inside Resident Evil 4 !

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nightingale2004 · 3 months

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Does anyone have an idea of how an interaction between Charlie from hazbin Hotel, Rory from lucifer, and Jack from supernatural would go?

These three are the children of lucifer Morningstar. I genuinely want to know how this would turn out.

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crispypizzavoid · 4 months

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shit, i cut his elbow

#my drawings #fan art #dp x spn #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom x supernatural #supernatural crossover #dp crossover #spn crossover

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averageanonymous · 2 months

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Summary: Crowley faces the consequences of saving Elspeth's life in Edinburgh.

This short fic is a bit of a milestone for me because...

1. It's the longest thing I've written so far, too long for a Tumblr post, so I've included the link to the full thing on AO3. The first chunk is included as an excerpt below!

2. It's decidedly more angsty than anything I've written for Good Omens so far (I like fluff and happiness for the most part) It does have some blood and descriptions of torture-related violence etc. It isn't excessive, but it is present, so just be aware if that isn't your jam.

Words: 4,279

Genre: Angst

Excerpt:

The last thing Crowley remembers is walking through the graveyard with Aziraphale, thinking how nice it felt to have the angel's arm around his waist, while at the same time getting angry with him for voicing the truth: that what he'd done for Elspeth had been kind. That damn laudanum. He'd been counting himself a lucky bastard that no one Downstairs had noticed his very un-demon-like display of charity. That had been right before the ground opened up beneath his feet. With a cry of alarm, he'd felt himself dragged down into the dark. There had been a rushing sensation through his whole corporation and then nothing.

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The moment the first whispers of consciousness brush his senses, Crowley knows things have gone horribly wrong. He blinks open yellow snake eyes, trying to take in his surroundings. It’s dark, very dark, with only a few scattered bulbs that flicker, creating unsteady cones of gray light that struggle to penetrate the heavy black. He shifts, then gasps as his muscles spasm painfully, the tremors swiftly working their way up and down his back. He can't move, can't escape. All he can do is wait for it to pass, grinding his teeth to keep from crying out. It'll pass, he tells himself, just breathe.

As the convulsions ease, he tries to assess himself. He's on his feet. Shackles on his ankles have him pinned to the floor, shackles on his arms hold his wrists together, with an attached chain connecting them to the floor as well. His physical body hurts in ways he knows it’s not supposed to, though he can't see any obvious damage. Except… his wings, he realizes. Manifested against his will - and they ache. He tries to twist to see, and immediately wishes he hadn't. They're a ruin. Wound with chains, feathers crushed and torn, fragile bones grinding against cold metal. They're hoisted up and spread wide, drawn so tight that they strain against his scapulae, the muscle and tissue threatening to tear with every movement. He realizes that, while unconscious, he must've been being held upright strictly by his wings, and the pain in his body starts to make more sense.

Crowley looks away from his wings. He tries to be logical about his situation. It's no use though. He feels panic grip his heart like a vise, feels a scream rising in his chest. His breath becomes shallow, quick. His vision starts to narrow, but then he sees the shadow of a demon step between the beams of flickering light. Crowley locks onto that shadowy figure. The distraction is just enough to help him swallow his terror, if only for a moment.

“Ahhhh Crowley, Crowley, Crowley,” an oily voice tuts in the dark, “What have you been up to, hm?”

Put on a show, Crowley thinks. So he tries, attempting a smile, but he can only manage a grimace. “You know me, always up to something.”

The figure chuckles at Crowley's attempt at bravado.

“I've been waiting to get a visit from you, you know, Crowley,” the shadowy demon says conversationally, “I knew it was only a matter of time.”

Finally, the demon reaches the circle of light surrounding Crowley. All-white eyes peer out of a long, hollow face. A scruffy attempt at a beard and a receding hairline give him the look of a mid-life-crisis in full swing. He grins, a broad smile that is all teeth.

“Ah, well, hello, ummm,” Crowley racks his brain, trying to recall the name of the white-eyed demon, or if they've even met. He finally gives up with a pained laugh, “I confess, you have the advantage of me.”

“Oh, I wouldn't expect you to know me, Crowley,” The demon smirks. He turns back into the dark, and returns with a cart behind him, its surface scattered with an array of various pointy tools, sharp blades and curious objects whose functions Crowley can only imagine (and what he imagines isn’t good.) Crowley feels himself tense, the chains on his wings pulling sharply, and looks away from the cart. The demon comes to a stop before him and starts arranging the tools. “I don't get out much, see,” he says idly, picking up a wicked looking blade with a serrated edge to examine it closely, “I stay down here. In the dark. Practicing my craft. Perfecting my art. Waiting for visits from…” He looks up, locking onto Crowley's gaze with his unnerving white eyes, “...wayward demons. Such as yourself.”

Crowley nods, or starts to. His overextended wings make even that small movement pull painfully. He grimaces. “What are you, then, junior torturer first class?” he asks.

“Hmmm hm hmm,” the demon laughs, a guttural sound deep in his throat. He waves a finger, “No, no, Crowley, a distinguished demon such as yourself deserves more than the sloppy ministrations of a tawdry junior torturer. You deserve some artistry.” He steps up to Crowley, too close, his breath hot and reeking of sulfur. “Allow me to introduce myself: Alastair, Grand Inquisitor, Master of Torments.”

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If this little snippet peaked your interest and you'd like to read the rest, it's up on AO3!

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #fanfic #good omens season 2 #good omens fanfiction #supernatural crossover #good omens angst

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lighthouse-at-the-edge-of-space · 6 months

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Criminal Minds x Supernatural Crossover

If you like Criminal Minds and/or Supernatural you might wanna check out my fanfic “When you‘re lost“ on Ao3!

Summary:

The Winchesters and Cas are called in by a local hunter to help with a case. Soon the BAU takes interest in the small town and their paths cross. Just what are the Winchesters supposed to do when they find out Agent Reid is actually their half brother and his team is coming dangerously close to them?

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were-all-idjits-here · 6 months

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Witchers would be such a badass concept to introduce into a SPN crossover - even without the super specific rituals and stuff they do to become what they are, just the concept of someone who can use magic and drink potions and hunts monsters.

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #the witcher #geralt of rivia #witcher crossover #supernatural crossover #supernatural fanfiction #witcher fanfiction

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electromignion · 9 months

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Jeremy Bradshaw meets… an angel of the Lord ⁉️

This is the prize I’ve drawn for the art raffle supporting Misha Collins’ fundraiser for Ukraine! It was requested by @nephiliminality! And thanks to both @sailorsallyart and @lamiasage for organising that raffle 🫶

Prompt being what would happen if Jeremy Bradshaw met Castiel out of the blue? (And suppositions followed of Jeremy doing some exploration alone at night in Freetown State Forest which end up making meet his double and what a shock it is for our poor Jeremy to see that not only he has a double but that the double isn’t human!!)

As usual Jeremy has his little ace badge, and I decided to put elbow patches on his jacket because it is such a history professor cliché which is honestly one of the realest clichés ever jdjdjdjd

And I’m so thankful for this prompt, I loved drawing it, (the hands made me lose my soul) and a Supernatural and Bridgewater crossover??? It’s always the best idea ever 🫶

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duaghterofstories · 2 months

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Supernatural crossover with Hazbin Hotel where Hazbin!Adam gets killed, not by Nifty, but by a very annoyed

Dean Winchester.

Cue a scene where the gods of both realities (Jack, for simplicity, in SPN), have to get together and discuss whether AKBs from SPN count as Angelic weapons in Hazbin Hotel.

IDK which one they decide, but Angel Dust definitely tries to seduce Cas and Dean is pissed beyond belief.

#supernatural #hazbin hotel #supernatural crossover #hazbin hotel fic #fic prompt #dean winchester #hazbin hotel adam #destiel #implied destiel but still #hazbin hotel angel dust

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nothing-but-dreams · 2 years

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Suptober Day 12: Crossover

I decided to do my two favorite shows: Supernatural and Friends. (Although I'm sure Cas could dead lift that couch with one hand no problem haha)

#Suptober22 #Friends #Supernatural Crossover #Team Free Will #Fan Art #SPN #Suptober #Day 12 #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Sam Winchester #Supernatural Fan Art #Nothing-But-Dreams

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joviewinchester · 2 years

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Character thinks it’ll be funny to scare their friends by summoning a demon, but then it actually works

“Come on guys. It’ll totally be fun.” Y/N said to Ethan, Sarah, Benny, Erica, and Rory.

“No way. We have enough supernatural encounters without welcoming them.” Ethan said.

“I think it’ll be fun. You guys are just wimps, but we all already knew that.” Erica smirked.

“We aren’t wimps. You don’t think I’m a wimp, right Y/N?” Benny asked.

“Depends on whether or not you agree to this. Let’s make things more interesting. If you three do this with us, I’ll go out with Benny, Sarah will go out with Ethan, and Erica-“

“Absolutely not Y/N! I am not going out with that pathetic excuse for a vampire!” Erica cut her off.

“Oh come on, babe. Don’t be that way. I’ll take you to the Single Tear concert coming up.” Rory said.

“Okay. I’ll do it. Let’s do this thing, Y/N.”

“Oh. I didn’t think I’d get this far. We have to go to a crossroads.” Y/N explained.

“What are we waiting for?! Let’s go!” Benny shouted.

“Benny! I still think this is a bad idea. We don’t know what the consequences of this could possibly be and-“

“Ethan. Come on. Date with Sarah! Keep that in mind. Now come on!” Benny grabbed his arm and dragged a reluctant Ethan to the car along with the rest of them.

They arrived at the crossroad and Y/N slowly began drawing a devil’s trap.

“What’s that?” Erica asked.

“It traps them.”

“I thought you didn’t think this would work and were just trying to scare us.” Sarah laughed.

“This is insurance, Sarah. On the slightest chance that this works, I wanna make sure not to die.”

She pulled a box from her back pocket along with a bag of dirt and bones.

“What the heck is that?” Sarah asked.

“It’s an offering. You have to put it in a hole in the center of the crossroad in order for this to work. The dirt is from a graveyard and the bones are cat bones. Sourced humanely obviously.” Y/N got down on her knees and dug a shallow hole with her hands.

“I could get used to this view.” Benny joked. Y/N whipped her head around.

“Shut the fuck up Benny.” She placed the box in the hole and covered it back up with the dirt.

“Now what?” Sarah asked.

“Now, we wait.” It was only seconds before Erica spoke up.

“This is clearly not working let’s just… holy fucking shit.”

They all looked wide eyed at the man in front of them in the center of the devil’s trap.

“Did someone by the name of Y/N Y/L/N summon me to make a deal?”

Y/N slowly stepped forward. “Hello beautiful, Crowley, King of Hell. Pleased to meet you.” He took her hand and kissed it.

“I-I thought I was summoning a crossroads demon not the king of hell and isn’t king of Hell Lucifer I’m lost.”

“Y/N! Why the fuck are you arguing with the demon?! Are you insane?!” Ethan panicked.

“It’s natural to have questions. Lucifer is locked up at the moment, and I came because I was interested in you particularly.” Crowley said.

“Me? Why are you interested in me?” Crowley stepped out of the circle and all of their eyes went wide. Crowley circled her like a predator does it’s prey.

“You’re adopted aren’t you, Y/N?”

“Yeah, why?” Crowley chuckled.

“I seem to know your parents. I don’t quite understand why no one has come after you yet. Everyone always loves trying to kill themselves a Winchester. It’s funny, I believe your father is heading here now. Caught wind of some vampires.” Crowley’s gaze shifted toward Erica, Sarah, and Rory.

“Walk with me, darling.” Crowley took her arm and looped it with his.

“Have you always wondered where you came from? Have you always been confused because you didn’t remember much of your childhood? Have people always told you that you were extremely smart for your age? That’s because your mother is the sister of god, and your father? He’s a monster hunter.”

“What? Back up. Sister of god?”

“Her name is Amara. She’ll be here for you soon. Fortunately for you, I’ve been watching you since you were born, and for whatever reason, I feel compelled to protect you. Y/N, you go home tonight, love. You live your semi normal life for as long as you can. I’ll be watching over you. Good luck, darling.”

With that, Crowley vanished leaving Y/N and her friends in a large state of confusion.

#mbav #mbav imagine #benny weir x reader #benny weir #sarah fox #erica jones #rory keaner #ethan morgan #amara supernatural #crowley #crowley supernatural #supernatural crossover #dean winchester x daughter!reader #sam winchester

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adeliadrawstuff · 17 days

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Castiel with a hello kitty plushie <3

#my art #castiel #castiel winchester #castiel fanart #castiel supernatural #castiel spn #castiel art #misha collins #misha fucking collins #supernatural crossover #supernatural fanart #supernatural art #spn fanart #spn crack

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nightingale2004 · 3 months

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I wonder what a crossover of hazbin Hotel x lucifer x supernatural x shadowhunters x bad omens

Would be like?

Can you guys let know what you think

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winchesterszvonecek · 5 months

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To Hell and Back // Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek

// A Chicago Fire x Supernatural fic Rated 17+

Summary: In which Henri Winchester, twin sister to Dean, finds herself back from Hell, where she quickly decides to leave the hunter life behind and start a brand new life at firehouse fifty-one.

Read it on ao3

Fandoms: Chicago Fire (s1-3), Supernatural (s7-8)

Status: Ongoing with frequent updates

Chapters: 16/??

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Back-Up - Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner Imagine (Criminal Minds)

Title: Back-Up

Pairing: Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner X Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 1,202 words

Warning(s): mentions of abuse (mental, physical)

Summary: After a case gets over late, the B.A.U team is stuck in the town their case was in. When they go to grab dinner before heading to bed, a few familiar faces stumble into same restaurant. Luckily, they weren't going to go through it alone.

Author's Note: Y'all are dumb if you think I'll pass up the chance to roast the shit outta John Winchester. I'm pretty sure it's part of my brand now.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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The case wasn't a problem.

It had gone well.

I wasn't even upset about having to wait until the next morning to leave. The team decided that it was going to be a great idea to go get food that night.

I thought it was going to be great.

And then, my heart dropped.

I looked up from my menu to see three familiar faces walk in. Sam, Dean... and John.

I didn't mind seeing my brothers. The three of us still talked on a normal basis. Even after I left the life, Dean and I tried to call at least once a week.

But John. I hadn't seen or spoken to him in years. I never could bring myself to do it. I didn't think he deserved an ounce of my attention after how I was treated.

It was like the mere act of seeing him again made me freeze up. I let out a shaky breath and looked away, trying to focus on the menu again.

"What's wrong," Hotch mumbled to me.

I shook my head, "Nothing."

"(Y/n)-"

"My dad's here," I muttered, knowing that he wouldn't stop pushing. "And my brothers."

Hotch was the only one that knew all of the details about my childhood. Mostly because I had a negative reaction to something he did, and he wanted to know what to avoid. He thought it would allow me to work more efficiently. He was right. Of course, he was right.

"Really," he asked. I nodded.

I looked up again to see my dad walking over.

"Shit," I whispered.

"Hey, (Y/n)," he greeted. "Nice to see you again, kid."

"Hey," I replied, trying to play nice in front of the team.

I saw Dean and Sam behind him, both looking pissed that he had walked over.

"What's this then," he asked. "A replacement family?"

"Excuse me, sir," Gideon tried to speak up. "I don't know what you're-"

"I'm talking to my kid," John cut him off.

I grimaced and stood up. I grabbed my dad's arm and dragged him outside with me. Sam and Dean followed us. We ended up in a corner of the parking lot.

"What is wrong with you," I asked. "That's my team. My co-workers. If you wanted to talk to me, you could ask to talk. You had no right to-"

"Watch your mouth," he snapped.

"Excuse me," we all looked at Hotch. None of us had even noticed that he had gotten up to follow us. "I apologize for interrupting, but I won't let you talk to one of my agents like that."

I was shocked.

The last time I had someone stand up for me was Sam standing up to John years ago. He was already in his "rebellious phase" and argued with John every day no matter what. Hotch's bluntness caught me completely off-guard.

"I think you're overstepping," John said. "This is between my family. This is my kid."

"The kid that you just tried to humiliate."

John chuckled, "Do you have fun assuming you know everything about people's families?"

"It's to my knowledge that you raised your children as soldiers and then were shocked when two of them left and went no contact," Hotch said bluntly.

"We should go inside," I whispered as I walked over to my brothers.

"Why," Dean asked.

"Because you are not going to like what you are about to watch," I said.

"Where do you have the right to judge how my kids grew up," John stepped up to Hotch.

"When I watched how much it hurt one of my agents," Hotch replied.

"That's my kid-"

"Who had to use a fake last time on their badge."

"What?"

"Even then, the effects are still there," Hotch continued. "(Y/n) can't run from what you did to them."

"I suggest you step back-"

"Do you want to know how I know you mistreated your children? When I argued with (Y/n) for the first time, they didn't try to talk back. They looked down and sat silently."

I looked down. I felt Dean touch my back.

"They can't go anywhere without checking that there's no sign of a monster and won't go somewhere if there is a sign of one," Hotch just kept listing things. "I watched them drop everything during a case to check on their siblings because God knows you wouldn't check on your children. You're too focused on whatever the next monster is."

"Listen-"

"I'm talking," he held a hand up to shut my dad up. "They have nightmares on almost every case. Not just about monsters, but of you. They tried to give Reid make-shift stitches because you told them that was the right thing to do. They lack detrimental social skills. Their own father ran off without calling them for days- wait- weeks without picking up the phone and (Y/n) was barely surprised by it. They became unhealthily codependent on their brothers, who are still in that codependent dynamic. Once, Garcia hugged (Y/n) for no reason other than hugging them, and (Y/n) sobbed because they were convinced that they didn't deserve love unless they were useful."

"I get it," John cut him off.

"Oh, and the worst one, they flinch," Hotch said. All three of us stood up a little bit straighter. "No one can make any surprise motions toward (Y/n) because they will flinch away."

John clenched his jaw. He looked over at me. I shrunk away from him.

"Don't do that," Hotch stepped in front of John's line of sight. "Don't blame (Y/n) for what you did to them."

John let out a huff and started walking away, leaving the argument for another day. Sam and Dean both hesitantly went to follow him.

"Sam, Dean," the duo stopped and looked at my boss. "Why don't you join the team for dinner?"

They both seemed confused. I looked at Hotch. He grinned at me.

"It's on me," he added.

"Boys," none of us spared John a glance.

"We... We don't want to intrude," Sam explained.

"You wouldn't be," Hotch replied. "Come on. I'm sure you'd like to know more about what your sibling does for a living."

"Uh," the boys looked at each other for a moment before Dean spoke up. "Sure. Yeah."

I smiled at them.

"Boys!"

Sam and Dean ignored John's yelling and followed Hotch and me into the restaurant. The team was sitting awkwardly, watching the door.

"Is everything okay," Elle asked quietly as Sam and Dean pulled chairs up to the table.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Umm, everyone, this is Sam and Dean. They're my brothers."

They waved at the team.

"So, you've met Hotch," I explained, pointing at each member of the team. "That's Gideon, J.J., Morgan, Spencer, and Elle."

"Nice to meet you all," Sam said. Dean nodded in agreement.

The team did everything in their power to make the boys comfortable. It seemed to work for the most part. Sam talked about college and what he was going to do before being dragged into the family business. Dean actually talked a bit about why he stuck with my dad for so long.

It was nice.

It was like two worlds colliding. And I loved it.

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yonemurishiroku · 1 year

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Multilingual Nico who speaks Italian, Greek and Latin and this fic calls it this vvv and I’m——-kabskwhdkshs

#nico di angelo #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw?#yone rambling #badass nico #powerful nico #pjo #hoo #toa #multilingual nico #polyglot nico #riordanverse #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo crossover #crossover #pjo x supernatural #supernatural crossover

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tashastark1 · 4 months

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Dean first saw her in the semi-darkness of a club in a small, hot town with a sunny name, where he and his family were hunting a group of vampires from Minnesota.

She's got wonderful, lively eyes in the color of a young, deep forest. But deep at the bottom of these eyes, in the shadows of the forest, the sadness so acknowledged was hidden.

He bought her a cocktail, and they got to talking. She had such a strange name: Buffy. In the next two hours, they discussed parents and younger siblings, which were like a pain in the ass, but you'd do anything for them. They're even discussing music.

Everything but the issue that brought him to this town.

The next day, Dean was fighting a particularly strong vampire when suddenly a lock of blond hair flashed behind him, and the vampire crumbled to dust.

Green eyes and hazel eyes met, recognizing each other and realizing how much they had in common. Loss. Fear for loved ones. A responsibility too great for such an insanely young human. The darkness that hugs their shoulders promises to return soon.

They did not even know how much they would have in common a few years later.

They never saw each other again, but texts from time to time, 'Hey, I'm OK, what's up, you?' 'hunting w my dad in Oregon, btw, remember arguing about the wendigo?'

He came to Sunnydale again a few years later. Sam was already in college. Alone with his father, Dean felt increasingly devastated. Albeit still desperately cocky and young.

But instead of a city, he found a massive sinkhole. The air was knocked from his lungs. Only by an effort of will, as always, as his father had taught him, he coped and hid his emotions. Moves on.

Until the following Christmas, a postcard arrived from Rome.

'I saved the world, Dean'.

She's going to be okay.

And one day, it would be his turn to save the world from disaster.

#buffy summers #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #crossover #supernatural crossover

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