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Spn Hogwarts AU [7]

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I have a Hogwarts AU in my head where Sam Winchester is the Ravenclaw prefect, and Gabriel is the ghost of a Slytherin student who leads a quiet existence while pulling pranks like Peeves. AO3

Sam is a deeply selfless boy. He knows that existing as a ghost is far from fun. It’s more akin to torment, really—ghosts don’t sleep, they can’t fully interact with the world, and they’re incapable of forming real attachments. And if they do form a bond with someone, they’re doomed to watch that person age and die while they remain unchanged, alone.

Many ghosts band together into spectral flocks just to keep from losing their sense of self—but Gabriel… Gabriel was never really one for that. So yes, as a ghost, Gabriel still plays his tricks and laughs at people’s expense, but Sam understands—it’s not living. At some point, Sam offers to set Gabriel free. There’s an ancient banishment ritual—complex, powerful, and draining—that could allow Gabriel to finally move on. Sam’s heart breaks at the thought, but it’s his seventh year. He’s leaving Hogwarts. Gabriel, bound to the castle, cannot follow. And Gabriel? He doesn’t want to lose himself. So together, they agree to perform the ritual.

It requires everything. Maybe Sam nearly dies in the process. Maybe he gives up ten years of his life to fuel it. By all accounts, it should work.

But it doesn’t.

... Every wizard born with a soulmark carries a kind of promise—an unbreakable agreement between magic and the self, that one day, their destined person will appear. Gabriel had one. (Yes, the age difference between him and Sam—had Gabriel survived—would have been significant, anywhere from fifteen to thirty years. But magical lifespans are different. Remember Dumbldore.) And Gabriel’s death… should never have happened. It’s a knot in the fabric of magic, a paradox, an explosion of impossibility. Sam, it turns out, has a soulmark too. Only his is so faint, so translucent, he’s always believed it to be nothing more than a birthmark. He’s seen real soulmarks before—bold, vivid, like ink pressed into skin. His never looked like that. Gabriel is a paradox—and that’s why he’s still here. Not quite a ghost. More like a fragment of a soul, suspended in the world. The problem is: soulmark recognition happens through touch. The moment your soulmate touches you, the mark changes color. But Gabriel doesn’t have a body. He can’t touch Sam. So when Sam attempts the ritual—to release Gabriel, to grant him peace—it fails. Because Gabriel’s soul refuses to let go.

(The only way Sam can set him free… is through that contact. And ghosts can’t be touched. Sam doesn’t know he’s Gabriel’s soulmate. But he learns that Gabriel had a soulmark—and that changes everything about how he approaches saving him. Still, Sam’s heart breaks all over again. Because suddenly, the person he loved more than life itself… has someone meant for him. And that hurts even more than the first time he decided to let Gabriel go.)

It takes months—three full months buried in the Hogwarts library, plus a few very dangerous trips to the shadowy corners of Knockturn Alley—before Sam begins to understand. The only way to fix this… …is to go back.

Back to the day Gabriel died.

The past is fragile, easily broken. Sam has to save him—without being seen, without shifting anything else. He has to bring Gabriel into the future, into the now. And when he does, when Gabriel’s spirit reunites with the lost piece of his soul, the memories return—all of them. Thirty years of being stuck between life and death. And here’s the part that matters most: When Gabriel finally touches Sam—really touches him— his soulmark flares to life. And he knows, without doubt, that Sam is his soulmate.

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Hello. I have a new addiction

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King for the Queen

Steve silently hands Eddie a “Queen” t-shirt.

Eddie: Uhh… what’s this?

Steve, nervously: I… you… uh… you know how you always call me “King Steve”? And I was thinking…

(He hesitates, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket.)

Steve: You know, I hate that nickname. I hate who I was when I was “King Steve.” But what I hate even more… is when you call yourself a “freak.”

(Eddie’s smirk falters slightly. Steve steps a little closer.)

Steve: I don’t want that. You’re not a freak. You’re the most incredible person I know.

(A deep breath.)

Steve: So this is the first time I actually want to use my title for something good. And… well… if you want… I want…

(He holds out the Queen T-shirt again, eyes searching Eddie’s face.)

Steve: Will you be my Queen?

(Eddie just stares at him.)

Eddie: …Dude. Did you just ask me out using a Queen t-shirt?

Steve: Uhh… yeah? Sorry?

Eddie, breathlessly: Shit, man… that’s the most metal damn thing I’ve ever heard.

(He grabs the shirt, clutching it like a sacred relic.)

Eddie: Guess that means I really do have to give you six kids and a Winnebago somedays.

(A beat. Then a grin, wide and unstoppable.)

Eddie: Shit. I’m in. Let’s do this.

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Steve's first game.

Eddie — Dungeon Master, game host

Steve — Paladin in D&D

Eddie: You enter a public bathhouse. Right by the entrance, a security guard is sitting with a crossword puzzle in hand. Behind the counter stands a female gnome with bold makeup and a name tag. Behind her, a rack with keys numbered 1 to 3—though there are no actual keys in sight...

Dustin: Well, Steve, go talk to her! Steve: About what? Lucas: Come on, you’re the dashing paladin in our party. Use that charisma! Steve: What am I even supposed to say?! Eddie (playing the gnome girl): Hey, hey, boys! Welcome to the bathhouse! Steve: Hold on, hold on… uh… Madam… (Steve frantically checks his character sheet, searching for something useful in his inventory.) Steve: I… uh… I need to put on my sunglasses, or else… (dramatically gazes at Eddie) I’ll be blinded by your beauty.

Party: Oooooh!!! Eddie, choking on air: Uh… roll for Persuasion. D20. Steve: No, no! I’m not trying to seduce her! I’m just giving her a compliment! Lucas and Dustin: What do you mean?! Steve, we need information! Steve: This is gonna go sideways, and then you’ll all blame me for ruining the game! Mike: Steve, I really hope your "success" with girls doesn’t carry over into DnD. Just roll already! Steve, sighing: This hasn’t been my strong suit for a while now. (Eddie stifles a laugh, but Dustin’s loud exclamation drowns it out.)

Dustin: Steve, I know dating hasn’t been your thing for a long time, even though I keep telling you about Robin! But right now, you need to get information from the gnome girl! Steve: Fine, just out of curiosity—will my words actually work? Lucas: You have +6 to Persuasion! (Steve rolls the die… and gets a 1.)

Party: CRITICAL FAILURE!!! Steve: I told you! I TOLD YOU! Eddie (as the gnome girl): I’m calling security! Hey, I’m being harassed! Help! (The guard is already rushing toward the group.)

Lucas: I grab Paladin-Steve by the arm, pull him aside, and try to apologize to the gnome girl. “Miss, please, listen… He’s lil nontraditional…” Steve: Wait! Wait! Eddie (in character): The security guard is closing in on you, Steve. Steve: I can’t perform under pressure! But now… Now! (Steve suddenly lowers his voice to a sultry tone and locks eyes with Munson.)

Steve: Mmm… what do we have here? My, you’re so handsome… I’m so glad I put on my glasses earlier, or your smile would have blinded me. (Eddie turns red.)

Eddie: Roll for Persuasion. Charisma. (Steve rolls… and gets a 20.)

Party: AAAAHHHH!!! CRITICAL SUCCESS!!! Mike: Steve, we asked you to get information from the gnome girl, and instead, you seduced the guard! Will, baffled: You didn’t want to flirt with the girl, but you ended up seducing the guard… (Eddie, regretting ever convincing Steve to play, sighs heavily.)

Eddie (as the guard, now smitten): The security guard smiles at the paladin, gazing at him with newfound admiration. He reaches out, gently takes off Steve’s sunglasses, and whispers, “I have already burned under the sun of your beauty. Join me. We barely know each other, but I must ask… will you be with me, now and forever?”

Steve, completely forgetting the game: Yes. Eddie, also forgetting the game: …Yes? Steve: Yes.

This is not entirely my idea, but partly a retelling of a real game in D&D

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Rabbit Hole

God, never Google when Season 5 of Stranger Things is coming out. I just wanted the release date, clicked on a link, then another… and suddenly there was fan art… and now I’m on page seven of AO3, deep in Steve/Eddie. Have you seen how long their fics are? What even is this? I have never seen a fandom so collectively committed to the idea that writing anything under 10k words is for the weak.

God, now I desperately want to write something for them, but I know if my fic is under the unspoken yet sacred threshold, I’ll be exiled from the fandom. God.

Bless this fandom. Seriously. You guys are amazing.

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you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

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Sam at the end of SPN

Why don’t we talk more about Supernatural’s “bad good ending”? Seriously, Sam, a wife and a kid?

God, the writers really made me think that being impaled on a spike was good and dying a natural death at an old age was bad.

So, we have Sam, who has literally been to Hell, lost everyone he ever loved, been deceived multiple times, and believes he’s responsible for some of the worst events imaginable. A man who’s lived in a warzone for—what? Over fifteen years? Do you think therapy for hunters is a thing? Could he walk into a therapist’s office and say, “So, I have body dysmorphia because Lucifer wore me like a prom suit multiple times”?

At the end of the day, Winchester blood was the key to the Apocalypse. After everything, do you really think this Sam—the Sam who sacrifices himself over and over, who is terrified of losing the people he loves—would choose to have a child? Name him Dean, just so he could flinch every time he called his name? That’s insane.

Showing a severely traumatized person living in a cute little house with a perfect wife, playing fetch with the dog in the backyard as the ultimate happy ending? Sorry for the comparison, but that’s like telling a gay person they’ll “grow out of it.” Sam would’ve fallen apart in this “happy future” within three years. And I’m not saying traumatized people can’t have a happy ending. They can. Just not the sanitized, picture-perfect one we were given.

You know what would have been a truly good ending? Sam’s death. And I say this as someone who will always choose ���Sam over Dean.” It was downright cruel to make him live for decades more (living is fucking hard, especially when you have no one left), only to finally reunite with those he loved and lost.

Basically, we just watched a man being tortured under the guise of a happy life. Wow

And God, I’m so angry. Because you know what? Sam character partially mirrors Jared Padalecki. And Jared fights—his whole journey with AKF (Always Keep Fighting). But Jared doesn’t silence the struggle he faces. He could have. He could have hidden behind the mask of a satisfied, handsome actor with a picture-perfect house and a beautiful wife.

And I know that, in this context, Sam’s death might not seem like the right or the best ending anymore.

But what they did give him? Absolutely disgusting.

Was it really so hard to be honest with a character who had been underestimated for 15 seasons? To give him space and recognition? To not erase his entire identity just to force a fake happy ending on him?

I am so fucкing mad.

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Imagine you work at some fucking roadside diner in buttfuck nowhere and you have to wait a table with three dudes who aren't from around here and the guy with the long hair immediately pulls out his laptop with what looks like cult shit in the web browser and asks for your worst salad option, and the guy in the trenchcoat sniffs the pepper shaker and declares the molecules to be very sharp and the guy with the greenest eyes you've ever seen calls you sweetheart and then proceeds to engage with intimate eye contact with trenchcoat to a degree that is downright indecent and then orders the heart attack special on your menu and every time you walk past their table they're talking about that gruesome murder that happened in town and the pretty guy is feeding the trenchcoat guy fries while the hair guy talks about desecrating corpses

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SPN Hogwarts AU [6]

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MACUSA's official stance is preventing war at all costs. But a shadow faction within the organization has different plans. They believe war is inevitable—and even necessary—to finally establish magical dominance over Muggles. Castiel was sent to Dean with what he believes to be a noble mission: to prevent that war. But in reality, he was placed there by those who seek to start it. A double agent… though he doesn’t know it yet.

Does this mean Mary’s death wasn’t just a tragic accident? In essence, yes. Pull a few strings here, plant a false prophecy there, shift the focus elsewhere—and suddenly, you have a perfectly orchestrated antagonist (John), shaped by forces beyond his control. But John Winchester is not as predictable as MACUSA’s puppet masters had hoped. He moves too quickly, too unexpectedly. The Ministry lost track of him long ago.

They had expected John to take Dean with him, severing the family in two: wizards and Muggles. That’s why Sam was sent to Hogwarts instead of Ilvermorny—to isolate him, to weaken the brothers’ bond. But Dean didn’t follow his father into the underground anti-magic movement. He remained an anomaly, a wildcard, a piece on the board that no one knows how to play.

And Sam? Sam was supposed to cut ties with his family altogether (seriously—his mother is dead, his father loathes magic, which is literally Sam’s very nature, and though Dean loves him, he spent most of his life being raised by their father). But Sam defied expectations. He still talks to Dean. He still loves John, despite everything. And he’s still questioning which world he truly belongs to—the magical or the mundane.

Meanwhile, Castiel watches Dean. As his roommate, he keeps close. And of course, he cannot let Dean find out the truth—that Castiel is a wizard. That card must stay hidden. The problem? Castiel is not well-adapted to the Muggle world. You remember how Muggle Studies was taught at Hogwarts? Ilvermorny isn’t much better. Their world is just as closed off, just as insular. So yes, Castiel makes mistakes—awkward, obvious, sometimes even comical mistakes. And sometimes, he has no choice but to cast Obliviate on Dean to cover his tracks.

But then there’s that night.

The night Dean kissed him.

Castiel panicked. Magic flickered—maybe a burst of sparks, maybe a book slipped from his hands and hovered mid-air—before he wiped Dean’s memory clean. The kiss never happened. Not for Dean.

But then… magic intervenes.

Magic in the wizarding world is alive. It flows, responds, binds. And nearly every witch or wizard is born with a soulmark—a gift from magic itself. Yes, I know it’s cliché, but stay with me here. The mark is just a patch of skin, usually insignificant. But when your soulmate touches you, it changes color. It’s a contract, of sorts, between a person and magic itself. If you have a mark, it means you will meet your fated person, guaranteed. (Of course, that doesn’t mean fate is kind—imagine brushing against someone in a crowded subway and realizing that someone in big crowd was your one true soulmate. Yikes.) Some wizards are born without a mark. It doesn’t mean they’ll never love—it just means their path won’t be written by magic. Muggles, on the other hand, never have soulmarks. Magic doesn’t bind them like that. So. Dean kisses Castiel. And Castiel’s soulmark reacts. Which means:

Castiel erased Dean’s memory of the kiss.

Castiel has no idea how to approach Dean now. How does he even begin to explain? "Hey, so… you’re my soulmate, but you’re also a Muggle, and you shouldn’t be my soulmate, because Muggles don’t have soulmarks, and oh, by the way, I’ve been magically gaslighting you this whole time." Yeah. No.

Castiel is still a MACUSA agent. His mission is to use Dean to find John.

Castiel is now facing an impossible choice—Dean or Heaven MACUSA. And the clock is ticking.

If you have any questions about the lore, please ask.

PlotJustPlot

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Spn Hogwarts AU [5] 

I have a Hogwarts AU in my head where Sam Winchester is the Ravenclaw prefect, and Gabriel is the ghost of a Slytherin student who leads a quiet existence while pulling pranks like Peeves. AO3

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I probably won’t write a full-fledged fanfic about this, but I have a plot in my head, and I love dumping my take on it onto your screens.

This is part 5 of this AU, others are in the blog.

Dean and John are Muggles. John has serious issues with wizards and despises their very existence because it was the magical world that led to Mary’s death—his wife, a witch. MACUSA stated that her death was linked to a magical surge and refused to investigate further, but John saw… He had hoped neither of his sons would inherit magical abilities, but Sam did. This led to countless conflicts, culminating in John forbidding Sam from returning to Hogwarts for his fourth year. However, he couldn’t stop him—after all, the Ministry takes great care of young wizards, leaving John with no real choice (which didn’t exactly improve his opinion of MACUSA, to say the least).

Sam is in his seventh year, and… he’s terrified. He’s facing the question of who he truly is—a wizard or brother. At home, magic is a forbidden topic, and even with his love for reading, there simply wasn’t enough time to learn everything about the wizarding world and its traditions at Hogwarts. He never received the same depth of knowledge as his classmates, who grew up surrounded by magic. Because of this, fitting into the magical world has never been easy. And then there’s Dean. If Sam chooses magic, he can’t fully bring Dean into that world. If he rejects it and stays among Muggles… Well, okay, Sam spends two months every summer in the Muggle world. But do you remember how Hogwarts teaches Muggle Studies? Do you really think that a person who spent their formative years, from 11 to 18-19, in a secluded magical boarding school is prepared for life in the Muggle world? Sam quite literally belongs to neither world. And that’s not even mentioning the fact that, in his seventh year, he’s experiencing the strangest crush on the ghost of a long-dead Slytherin boy—Gabriel.

And now—Dean.

Dean is doing well, but he hasn’t seen his father in four years—not since he turned 18, right around the time Sam returned for his fourth year at Hogwarts, against John’s wishes. He now lives with Cas, his roommate (more on their interactions in another post). Despite the fact that Cas is completely, hopelessly in love with Dean, he originally moved in with him as a MACUSA undercover agent. Why?

Because, over those four years, John—utterly unmoored—has founded his own secret community of hunters. He’s a former soldier (not a hunter of the supernatural, just a soldier), but his wife’s death and MACUSA’s interference in his life hardened him to the point where he created what is essentially a teгr0r)st organization against wizards and magical beings (almost like a hunter from Supernatural, huh?). He is incredibly dangerous and has been quietly weaving a network of like-minded Muggles embittered against wizards.

A possible first-ever Muggle vs. wizard war in America is looming on the horizon.

Cas is one of MACUSA’s agents, and Dean is the most likely thread that could lead to John.

I'll probably make a few more posts about this AU, sorry.

If you have any questions about the lore, please ask.

rus

Я вряд ли напишу полноценный фанфик по этому, но у меня есть сюжет в голове и мне нравится тейками вываливать его на экран ваших компьютеров. 

Дин и Джон магглы. У Джона - большие проблемы с магами и он ненавидит сам факт их существования, потому что именно из-за магического мира умерла Мэри, его жена и волшебница. MACUSA сказало, что смерть его жены связана с магическим всплеском у той и отказалось в дальнейшем расследовать ее смерть, но Джон видел… Он надеялся, что никто из его сыновей не унаследует дар волшебника, но Сэм все таки получил это. На этой почве у них было огромное количество конфликто��, вплоть до того, что Джон запретил Сэму возвращаться на четвертый год обучения в Хогвартс. Но он не смог этого сделать, так как все то же самое Министерство очень печется о молодых магах и у Джона в этом вопросе буквально не осталось выбора (что не добавило очков для MACUSA в глазах Джона, ага). 

Сэм на 7 курсе, ему… страшно. Перед ним стоит вопрос о том, маг он или обычный человек. Так как дома разговоры о магии под запретом, а времени изучить ВСЕ о магии и магических обычаях в Хогвартсе даже с его любовью к чтению - просто невозможно. Он не получил того объема знаний, которые получали его одноклассники, живущие в волшебном мире. Поэтому прижиться в магическом мире ему не так просто. Так же Дин. Если Сэм выберет магию, то он не сможет полноценно “забрать” в этот мир Дина. Если он откажется от магического мира и будет жить среди магглов… Окей, у Сэма каникулы летом 2 месяца и это то время, когда он проводит среди магглов. Вы помните как в Хогвартсе преподают историю магглов? Вы действительно думаете, что человек, с 11 до 18-19 лет проживший в закрытом магическом пансионе готов к жизни в мире магглов? Сэм буквально не принадлежит ни к одному из этих миров. И это не говоря о том, что на 7 курсе его настиг самый странный краш в призрака мертвого слизеринского мальчика Габриэля.  

И так, 

Дин. Дин живет хорошо, но он не видел отца уже 4 года, после своих 18 и как раз после того, как Сэм вернулся на четвертый год обучения, куда его не хотел отпускать Джон. Он живет с Касом, своим соседом по комнате (больше об их взаимодействии можно почитать в другом посте). Несмотря на то, что Кас совершенно отчаянно влюблен в Дина, изначально он с ним поселился как агент MACUSA под прикрытием. Почему? 

Дело в том, что за 4 года Джон, совсем выбитый из колеи, основал своё тайное сообщество охотников. Он - бывший военный (не охотник на сверхъестественное), но смерть жены и вольное вмешательство MACUSA в его жизнь ожесточила его настолько, что он организовал что-то вроде террористической организации против волшебников и магических существ (почти охотник из сверхъестественного, да). Он очень опасен и потихоньку плетет свою сет�� таких же озлобленных на магглов волшебников. На пороге потихоньку оказывается возможная первая в истории Америки война магглов против волшебников. 

Кас один из агентов, и Дин - самая вероятная ниточка для связи с Джоном.

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Leonora Carrington (1917-2011), Tarot, Major Arcana.

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parallels do not intersect

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They sat in the bunker, staring at different versions of themselves. Versions shaped by better choices, by lives spent sleeping on proper orthopedic mattresses instead of lumpy roadside beds. Versions that took time to bandage their wounds and eat more than one greasy meal a day at some rundown diner.

Something about his double unsettled Sam—until his mind finally latched onto it. A glint of metal. A ring.

Sam: You… You’re married?

Sam (2.0): Well, technically, legally and even a little divinely. Aren’t you?

Sam: To who?

Sam (2.0): Huh. I kinda thought this happened in most universes. Yours must be an exception. I’m married to the archangel Gabriel. And you here guys… aren’t?

Gabriel (2.0) (barging into the room): Hey, Sammy-boy, there you ar—whoa! Jackpot! Two Sammiches? Sounds like a perfect setup for a sandwich!

Sam shoots to his feet. His chair crashes to the floor behind him with a sharp bang, making everyone flinch. Dean yells—at him, at them, Sam doesn’t know. There’s a roaring in his ears, drowning everything out.

Then he’s moving. Bolting for the bathroom. Dropping to his knees. Heaving.

His stomach twists and wrenches until there's nothing left, until he’s dry-heaving and his eyes are burning, spilling over. His head pounds like a metronome ticking in time with his heartbeat. His lungs seize. The air won’t come.

Burning-burning-burning-

The fire in his chest is all-consuming.

And then he deaply fall into memories—

The scent of pine needles, damp earth, and decaying autumn leaves.

The heat of rage-blind tears spilling down his face.

And the cold feeling of Gabriel's lips — one last time — before Sam set the funeral pyre alight.

if someone takes this, i'll be glad! send me the link, i'd like to see it.

rus

Они сидели в бункере и смотрели на другие версии себя. На то, какими бы они могли ст��ть, если бы спали на хорошем анатомическом матрасе, а не в придорожных дешевых мотелях. На то, какими бы они могли быть, если бы давали себе время перевязать раны и поесть чаще, чем раз в день в дешевой забегаловке. Что-то в облике его двойника не давало Сэму покоя, пока он не выцепил в сознании отблеск кольца.

Сэм: Ты… Ты женат?

Сэм (2.0): Ну, технически я замужем, н�� да. А ты разве нет?

Сэм: На ком?

Сэм (2.0): Хм, мне почему-то казалось что это происходит почти во всех параллелях. Ваша, видимо, не из этих. Я состою в браке с архангелом Габриэлем. А вы здесь с ним… нет?

Габриэль (2.0) (вваливаясь в кабинет переговоров): Эй, Сэмстер, вот ты гд— Юх-у, что за счастье мне привалило, два Сэмвича — повод устроит сэндвич!

Сэм резко встает. Стул за ним падает с резким грохотом, заставив всех дернуться. Дин что-то кричит, Сэм не понимает, кричит ли ему или на тех, других. С гулом в ушах Сэм бросается в сторону туалета, падает на колени и его выворачивает. Его тошнит до тех пор, пока его желудок не сжимается, а из глаз не начинают течь слезы. В его голове метроном, отсчитывающий удары сердца. Легкие сжимаются, он не может вдохнуть. Его легкие горят-горят-горят-горят в костре воспоминаний.

Сэм чувствует запах сосновой ели, влажной земли и перегнивших осенних листьев. Он чувствует горячую ярость ослепляющих слез, что текут у него из глаз.

И холод губ Габриэля, которые он поцеловал, прежде чем поджечь погребальный костер.

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You know how easy it would be for Sam to get out of hunting with an all powerful archangel boyfriend? I know that seems counterintuitive, but hear me out.

Sam, in college again, and some demons track him down. They think he's gonna be easy prey, it's been years since any monster has had their doorstep darkened by a Winchester. They assume this is because he is out of practice, not, because he was being hidden by a trickster archangel.

Anyways.

It goes like this.

[Sam looks at the demons, and he has to stop a smirk from forming on his lips. He closes his eyes, and clasps his hands together.]

Demon: Are you praying? [smug] Well you should be! This is the end of the line.

Sam: Oh, wise and strong Gabriel, thy messenger of God, hear my prayer. [pause] I seek your aid with wiping out a son of a bitch.

Demon: Are you serious-? You think a weapon Heaven will save you, they hate you just as much-

[Crashing thunder roars. A sudden downpour begins. Lightning flashes.]

[Gabriel appears causally behind the demon, despite the display. Taps them on the shoulder.]

Gabriel: Boo. [smites them]

Sam: [grinning] Thanks.

Gabriel: Anytime, Samshine!

[They kiss, and Gabriel shoves Sam playfully]

Gabriel: Now get to class, or you'll be late.

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Supernatural TimeTravel AU

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Honestly, it broke my heart how Sam remembered Jessica in season 15. So much time had passed, and yet that wound still bled. And I understand Sam all too well—I’ve been in a similar situation, losing someone I loved to tragedy. But I often wonder… would that person have remained such an important figure in my life if not for their death? Maybe we would have simply drifted apart, and I’d think of them once or twice a year, nothing more.

So…

Outside the timeline. Or rather, beyond it—but everyone is alive, no tragic deaths of main characters.

Gabriel sends Sam back into a parallel past, giving him the chance to live the life he once dreamed of: Stanford, law school, Jessica. And he does it. He tries. He builds a career, becomes a successful lawyer, even sets up a legal aid network for hunters on the side. Everything is… fine. He is happily married to Jessica.

But something in his chest feels off.

He clings to the life he has built, but deep down, he knows—Jessica, wonderful, vibrant, beautiful Jessica… is not right for him. And she never really was. It’s not Jessica that frustrates him—it’s the fact that he should be happy, but isn’t. What young Sam, starved of a father’s love, once thought was the great love of his life… turns out to have been nothing more than a youthful infatuation. He is utterly wrecked. He’s gone too far now—there’s a divorce in the works, and he has no idea what to do next.

And that’s when he finds Gabriel. Gabriel doesn’t push, doesn’t interfere—he just appears in the moments when Sam needs him most. And it’s not nostalgia that makes Gabriel feel like home, not some idealized past. It’s their history, their rough edges, the way they fit together despite them. Then one night, they’re sitting in some old bar, Gabriel throwing out another sarcastic remark, and suddenly, Sam feels it. The weight in his chest shifts. The ache disappears. He realizes that all this time, he had been chasing the ghost of a teenage love, too blind to see the real, steady, grown-up love standing right in front of him. — Gabriel (disheveled after a kiss): "Well, congratulations. A dozen years, several alternate realities, and one divorce later, and you finally caught up with destiny. I’m touched, Sammy."

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Честно, мне разбило сердце то, как Сэм вспомнил Джессику в 15 сезоне. Прошло так много времени, а эта рана так и осталась кровоточить. При этом я очень понимаю Сэма, в моей жизни была похожая ситуация, когда партнер, которого я любила, трагично ушел из жизни. При этом я достаточно часто думаю о том, был бы для меня этот человек такой же важной фигурой, если бы не смерть? Может быть мы бы просто расстались и я бы вспоминала ее раз-два в год и все. Поэтому… 

Вне таймлайна. Даже скорее после таймлайна, но все живы/никаких трагичных смертей основных персонажей.

Габриэль возвращает Сэма в параллельное прошлое и теперь у Сэма есть возможность прожить ту жизнь, которую он хотел: Стэмфорд, юридический, Джессика. И он делает все это. Он старается. У него карьера, успешный юрист, он параллельно организовал юридическую помощь для охотников. Все… хорошо. Он счастливо женат на Джессике. Но в его груди словно что-то не то. Он цепляется за все, что у него есть, но понимает, что Джессика замечательна, живая, прекрасная Джессика… ему не подходит. И никогда, на самом деле, не подходила. Его начинает раздражать даже не Джессика, а сам факт, что он должен быть счастливым, а не чувствует этого. То, что молодой, лишенный отцовской любви Сэм, считал любовью всей его жизни — на деле оказывается юношеским увлечением. 

Он абсолютно разбит. Да, он успел зайти достаточно далеко в самоубеждении, поэтому теперь у него бракоразводный процесс и полное непонимание, что делать. 

И в этот момент он находит Габриэля (который помнит все, он же мать его архангел Габриэль). Габриэль не подталкивает, не вмешивается, просто появляется в моменты, когда Сэму особенно тяжело. В какой-то момент Сэм ловит себя на том, что чувствует себя правильно. Дома. Не из-за идеализации прошлого, нет. Это их история, их пройденный путь, их острые углы, то, как они подходят друг другу, несмотря на них. И вот однажды ночью они сидят в каком-то старом баре, Габриэль бросает еще одно саркастическое замечание, и внезапно Сэм чувствует это. Тяжесть в его груди смещается. Боль исчезает. Он понимает, что все это время он гонялся за призраком подростковой любви, слишком слепой, чтобы увидеть настоящую, устойчивую, взрослую любовь, стоящую прямо перед ним.

—

Габриэль (взъерошенный после поцелуя): “Ну, поздравляю. Дюжина лет, несколько альтернативных реальностей и один бракоразводный процесс — и ты наконец-то догнал свою судьбу. Я тронут, Сэмми.”

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Headcanon: Sam Winchester – Coordinator of Young Hunters

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(Outside the timeline—well, more like after the timeline, but everyone’s alive, no tragic deaths here.)

Sam and Dean realized someone had to look after the next generation of hunters. And who has more experience than the Winchesters? Exactly—no one. Sam took up Bobby’s old role but cranked it up a notch: bunker, extensive library, access to every online resource imaginable. He’s the ultimate mentor for young hunters and an invaluable ally for the seasoned ones. One of the rookies, David, is young, ambitious, and basically Diet Dean—a little less charm, a little more recklessness. And he really wants to impress Sam. So one day, he manages to catch a trickster—one he’s heard all about in the stories—and proudly drags him back to the bunker, expecting praise and admiration. The so-called "trickster" (Gabriel) not only is he vastly amused by the rookie’s antics, but he’s also making himself right at home.

Sam, watching this unfold, looks like a man who has officially Had Enough. In his mind, David has once again pulled some dumbass stunt (seriously, imagine your trainee bringing supernatural beings into your secret bunker just to impress you), and Gabriel—well, Gabriel’s having way too much fun messing with the poor kid.

Gabriel, grinning: "Oh no, have mercy, mighty hunter! Won’t someone save this poor, helpless trickster from his terrible fate?" Sam, sighing heavily: "David, did you seriously drag what you think is a trickster into our secret bunker?" David: "Sam, look at him! He’s weak—I can take him!" Sam: "No, you won’t kill my husband. That’s my job."

…Yeah. Turns out, Sam and Gabriel have been happily married for years. David, meanwhile, not only fails his supernatural containment test (earning himself three months of bunker-cleaning duty), but also learns the hard way that soap sometimes mysteriously gets replaced with chocolate syrup (because Gabriel is, of course, just a tiny bit of a menace). Oh, and to top it all off? David just found out his mentor is married. And thus, another hunter’s heart lies in ruins.

rus

(Вне таймлайна. Скорее даже после таймлайна, но все живы/никто не умер).

Сэм и Дин поняли, что кому то необходимо позаботиться о подрастающем поколении охотников. А у кого опыта больше, чем у Винчестеров? Правильно, ни у кого. Сэм занял место Бобби, но вывел роль координатора на новый уровень: бункер, обширная библиотека и доступ ко всем возможным онлайн-ресурсам, что делает его наставником для молодых охотников и незаменимым союзником для опытных. Один из молодняка, Дэвид, молод и амбициозен. Он буквально молодой Дин, но чуть меньше харизмы, чуть больше пренебрежения. А еще он ловит краш на Сэма (бедный мальчик, я так тебя понимаю). Однажды он ловит трикстера, о котором слышал в рассказах, и тащит его в бункер, ожидая похвалы и восхищения.

Пойманный "трикстер" — это Габриэль, который не только забавляется над наивным охотником, но и явно чувствует себя в своей тарелке. Сэм смотрит на это все с лицом лица, в его понимании Дэвид снова творит дичь (ну вы представьте, ваш ученик вместо того, чтобы правильно избавиться от потусторонней фигни, тащит ее в их тайный бункер, чтобы вас "впечатлить"), а  Габриэль снова играет с его учениками. Габриэль лишь смеётся, называя это "зачётом по работе с нечистью".

Габриэль (забавляясь): О нет, пощади меня, страшный-страшный охотник! Неужели никто не спасет бедного несчастного трикстера? 

Сэм (тяжело вздыхая): Дэвид, ты правда притащил то, что считаешь Трикстером в тайный бункер?

Дэвид: Сэм, смотрите, он же совсем слабый. Я могу его убить! 

Сэм: Нет, ты не будешь убивать моего мужа. Я сам это сделаю.

В ходе разговора становится понятно, что Габриэль с Сэмом давно женаты и счастливы вместе. Дэвид, во первых, не сдал зачет (будет убираться в бункере ближайшие три месяца). А так же узнает, что гель для душа иногда, загадочным образом, особенно в те моменты, когда он стоит с закрытыми глазами залитыми пеной, становится шоколадным сиропом. Ну и во вторых узнает что его учитель за мужем (и остается с разбитым сердцем.)

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Spn Hogwarts AU [4]

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I have a Hogwarts AU in my head where Sam Winchester is the Ravenclaw prefect, and Gabriel is the ghost of a Slytherin student who leads a quiet existence while pulling pranks like Peeves. AO3

But! My universe demands explanations, so now I have Muggle Dean, who has been living with Castiel for two years. Castiel is a wizard, but Dean doesn’t know that. They’ve been living as neighbors for two years, and both of them are (not so) secretly in love with each other.

Cas occasionally (rarely! very rarely!) makes mistakes that force him to slightly wipe Dean’s memory with Obliviate (because a Muggle can’t just find out about magic, right? And… something else). He’s a good Legilimens, but not perfect. At some point, Dean couldn’t take the intense eye-fucking anymore and kissed Cas, who was so shocked that he accidentally did some magic. Naturally, he panicked, cast Obliviate, and now Dean doesn’t remember they kissed. Cas is horrified (and depressed).

rus

У меня есть в голове эта Хогвартс АУшка, в которой Сэм Винчестер — староста Когтевран (18 лет, все дела), а Габриэль — призрак Слизеринского студента, который ведет себя примерно так же, как Пивз, только его призрачные трикстерские штучки более элегантны. Ficbook

Но! Вселенная разрастается и требует большего объяснения, так что в моей голове теперь есть сюжет, где маггл Дин делит квартиру с Кастиэлем около двух лет. Кастиэль волшебник, но Дин об этом не знает. Они живут как соседи уже два года и оба (не)очевидно влюблены друг в друга.

Иногда Кас (редко! очень редко!) допускает ошибку и тогда ему приходится править память Дина с помощью Обливиэйта (ну потому что магглы не должны знать про магию, верно?). Он хороший лигимент, но не идеальный. В какой то момент Дин устает от всех этих томных взглядов между ними и целует Каса. Кас со страха и удивления магичит какое-то простенькое заклятия. Запаниковав, снова обливиэтит Дина, после чего тот не помнит об их поцелуе. Кас в ужасе (и депрессии).