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[dumb-zombie-girl]

I love him<3

He’s so adorable ^ v ^

[nootcatt]

"I'm over spn" they said, twenty minutes after glaring at a person's blog who shipped you notp back in the spn days. After saying that, they continued to judge them for three more hours.

[wvlfbreath]

i will never forgive supernatural for Cas and Dean. i refuse to accept it. but the rest… the rest is okay.

[satureja13]

Noxee called them over. She has something to show them. Baby Photos of Jack. Jack: "What? No!" Saiwa: "Really?"

Noxee: "Look how cute you were!"

Noxee: "Stefan took them when Greg brought you to him. And sent them to us. You weren't used to other beings because they kept you in this cage and only approached you to give you these injections... Look at your little fist! You tried to attack everyone! Stefan was having a hard time with you in the beginning ^^'" ( These experiences in the Lab explain a lot of Jack's mental problems. His paranoia and trust issues. And his fear of being locked up. Even before he got kidnapped.)

Noxee: "And here you are with your beloved pizza! Greg had to bake two of them. You were so hungry because the Growth Medication still affected you."

Saiwa: "Omg Jack you were the cutest thing!" Jack: "What are you doing?" Saiwa: "Photograph them. For my new background ;) " Jack: "What? No!"

Noxee: "Look how gorgeous Greg looks! And he's still so handsome!"

Noxee: "I can't wait to meet him tonite! We're gonna make it sizzle in that cabin!" Jack: "Ugh."

If you want them to know there is steak for dinner, you got to let them *hear* it sizzle!

Noxee: "Oh and there you had to say good bye already... But before you tried to strangle Greg! Hahaha! Oh it's so sad it had to be like this. But your Uncle Stefan made it up to you, did he?" Jack: "I'm glad I grew up with Stefan and not..." Saiwa: "Jack! Keep your snout shut for once. Noxee, tell Greg to come back. Jack will be fine." Jack: "What? No!" Noxee: "I will. Jack, you need him."

'Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say

Carry on, my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more'

Kansas - Carry on Wayward Son (Supernatural Edition)

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning -> here Previous Chapter: 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning -> here

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Magnificent Seven

Masterlist

One Week Later

One week.

It had been one week since Hell's gate was opened.

It had been one week since alot of demons had been let out.

One week since I died but came back to life hours later, thanks to Dean.

One week of silence, no signs of any demonic activity.

And how are we spending that time? 

Well, Sam's downstairs, at my safehouse, pouring over a book, trying to find any way to get Dean out of his demon deal while Dean and I were upstairs....having alittle fun of our own.

We were making out, furiously, as we were running our hands all over each other's body, laying on the bed. Then Dean removes my shirt and started to kiss my chest, then his lips move from my chest up to my collarbone then to my neck. I let out a small moan and I hear him let out a chuckle.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked him. "Yes." He said and I chuckle as he looks me in the eyes. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." Dean said and I smiled. "I think I have some idea." I said, smiling, and he chuckles then he leans in and kisses me, roughly and passionately.

After removing the rest of our clothing, he hovers over me as we let our eyes roam over each other's body and I run my hand over his chest. "You sure you want this?" Dean asked me and I smirk at this. "Show me what you got, Winchester." I said and he smirks and kisses me as he slides inside of me.

Immediately, I knew that this felt different than any of the other times I've been with a man. I don't know why this feels different, it just does. And honestly, I don't care as this feels amazing and I lose myself in the moment.

And apparently, Dean and I got so lost in the moment of making each other feel so good, we didn't hear Sam knocking on the door, open it and, poor him, got an eyeful and he shut the door, quickly, while Dean and I continued the ol' devil's tango.

Later, when we finished, we were in the Impala; Dean driving like a maniac as he speeds down the pavement. "Let me see your knife." Sam said to Dean. "What for?" Dean asked him. "So I can gouge my eyes out." Sam said as I shake my head and run my hands over my eyes.

"It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam." Dean said then he looks at me through the rearview mirror. "Ain't the right, sweetheart?" He asked me and I give an embarrassed scoff at this. "It's a part of you and a part of (y/n) I never wanted to see, Dean." Sam said while Dean chuckles and slaps Sam on the thigh. 

"I'm sorry, Sammy. We'll remeber to lock the door next time." I said. "But we appreciate you giving us a little quality time." Dean said to him. "Yeah, no problem." Sam mutters, quietly, and Dean gives him a look.

"Really? Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll, something." Dean said. "No, not at all. You two deserve to have a little fun. I mean, it's about time you guys got together. Now you guys can stop giving goo-goo eyes at each other." Sam said and we look over at him, shocked. "Well, I am in violent agreement with you there." Dean said and he chuckles while I shake my head.

"Anyway...What's Bobby got?" I asked Sam, changing the subject. "Not much. A crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Ahh, could be demonic omens..." Sam said, shrugging. "Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem." Dean said. "Yeah, but it's our only lead." Sam said.

"Any freaky deaths?" I asked him. "Nothing Bobby could find – not yet, anyway." Sam replied and I sighed. "It's weird, guys. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?" I said as I look over at Sam.

"Seventeen." Sam replied. "Seventeen. You'd think it would be Apocalypse Now, but it's been five days and bubkis." I said and Sam looks at me, confused. "What are the demons waiting for?" Dean asked Sam. "Beats me." Sam said. "It's driving me crazy." I said and Dean nods. "Yeah, me too. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already." He said.

"I don't know, man. Be careful what you wish for." Sam said and he glances at his brother.

The next morning, we pull up outside of a farmhouse, Dean gets out munching on a burger as Sam and I follow. "Hear those cicadas?" Sam asked as he points out the sound that was surrounding the area.

"That can't be a good sign." I said and Sam nods. "No. No, it can't." He said and we see Bobby, who was leaning against his car, walks over to us. "So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?" Bobby asked as he gestures towards the burger in Dean's hand.

"Well, I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol." Dean replied and I sigh and shake my head. "So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?" Sam asked Bobby. "Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero." Bobby said and we head to the farmhouse.

We get to the front door and Dean pounds his fist against it. "Candygram!" He shouts but there was no answer, only the cicadas chirping. Dean picks the lock and opens the door and, immediately, we cover our noses in disgust.

"That's awful." I groaned.

"That so can't be a good sign." Dean mutters as he enters first, Sam and I behind him with our guns drawn. We creep through the house; stopping in the second room until we hear what sounds like panicked screams.

"You hear that?" Sam asked and we go up to doo and I kick open the next door; the sounds turned out to be coming from TV. In front of it, a family of three were seated on the couch, several days dead. The boys and I recoil at the increased stench of death.

"Oh, my God." Sam said as Bobby enters through the other side of the room and recoils in horror. "Bobby, what the hell happened here?" I asked him. "I don't know." He replied. "Check for sulfur." Dean said and we all agreed and investigate the room.

But then I hear a noise out front. I whistle quietly, then signal to the others that I was going to go check it out, Dean has a worried expression on his face but I give a reassuring smile then I go to investigate.

Out front, I exit cautiously, gun drawn, and look around. As I come around the house, I get knocked down to the ground by a man with a shotgun then a woman comes up behind him.

"Isaac? Tamara?" Bobby's voice asked and I look over to see Bobby coming around the corner. "Bobby. What the hell are you doing here?" The woman, Tamara, asked him. "I could ask the same." Bobby said to them. "Heya, Bobby." The man, Isaac, said while I raise an arm pitifully from the ground and waving for attention. "Hello. Bleeding here." I said to them.

Isaac and Tamara took us to their home, where it was covered in hunter's equipment, while Dean was on the phone with the coroner. "Honey? Where's the Palo Santo?" Issac asked Tamara. "Well, where'd you leave it?" She asked. "I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking." He said, both of them sounded like a couple that had been together for a long time.

"Palo Santo?" I asked, curiously. "It's holy wood, from Peru. It's toxic to demons like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them." Tamara said as she digs in a bag and pulls out a large, pointed stake. She hands it to Isaac with an affectionate smile. "Thank you, dear." He said. "You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me." She said to him and I smiled at this.

"So, how long you two been married?" Sam asked them. "Eight years this past June." Tamara replied. "The family that slays together..." Isaac said and I chuckled as I glanced at Dean, who was still on the phone. "Right. We're with you there. So, how'd you get started?" Sam asked them then there was an awkward silence as Tamara and Isaac look at each other. Obviously, something bad must've happened for them to be a part of this life.

"I, uh, you know... I'm sorry. It's not – that's none of my business." Sam said. "No, no. It's – it's all right." Tamara said as Dean continues on his phone. "Well, Jenny, as nice as an appleteni sounds..." Dean said and makes a face at us before he continues. "...I'm already spoken for. Yes...happily. Yes, but thank you for your help." He said then he hangs up and addresses the rest of us.

"That was the coroner's tech." He said as I smirk a bit at him. "And?" Sam asked. "Get this – that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up." He said. "But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away." I said. "Right. What is this, a demon attack?" Sam asked.

"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty." Bobby said. "Well, what now? What should we do?" Dean asked everyone.

"Uh, we're not gonna do anything." Isaac said to them. "What do you mean?" Sam asked him. "You guys seem nice enough, but, this ain't Scooby-Doo, and we don't play well with others." Isaac replied.

"Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together." I said to him. "No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place." Isaac said and I scoff at this 

"No offense?" Dean said, questioning. "Isaac. Like you've never made a mistake." Tamara said to her husband, admonished. "Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though." Isaac said and Dean chuckles. "All right. That's enough." He said.

"Guys, this isn't helping. Dean—" I started to say but Isaac interrupts  "Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us – on all of us." He said, angrily, then Tamara pulls him away. "Okay. that's quite enough testosterone for now." She said and they leave the room.

The next day, the boys and I make it to this clothing store where a woman had killed another woman over some shoes. Sam was outside, looking around, Bobby was talking to the suspect and I was talking to a witness, Dean standing behind me.

Unfortunately, it was hard to talk to the witness as Dean kept trying to touch me, subtly, obviously trying to get some attention from me. I would look over at him and he acted like nothing was going on but everytime I'd try to talk to the woman, I'd feel Dean’s hand on my back and then sliding down on my ass. I ignored him, as best as I could, and get the information from the witness and once she left, I turned to face him.

"Dean, what are you doing?" I asked him. "Helping you interviewing and comforting the bereaved. What are you doing?" He said, acting dumb, and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Really? Is that what you call it?" I asked but a smirk slightly appeared on my face. He shrugs as I said. "Dean, we have a dead body, which could be a possible demon attack – you know, our jobs!" I said then he starts to cough, pathetically.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry. It's just, I don't have much time left, and, uh...got to make every second count." He said as he gives a more theatrical cough and I shake my head. "Yeah, right. Sorry." I said then I move closer to him and I wrap my arms around his neck and stare at him in the eyes. "Apology accepted." He said and he started to lean in towards me but I place a finger up to his lips.

"After we finish this job." I said, smiling, and I back away and laugh at his bewildered look in his face. Then Sam and Bobby, who was in a suit and his hair slicked back, come over to us as I pull back from Dean. Both, Dean and I, look at him, impressed. 

"Whoa." Dean said and he whistles. "Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you, a G-man?" I asked him. "Attorney for the D.A.'s office. I just spoke to the suspect." Bobby said. "Yeah? So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what?" I asked him. "Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs – no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing." Bobby replied, shrugging.

"Maybe she's just some random whack job." Dean said. "If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you guys find anything around here?" Bobby said to us. "No sulfur, nothing." Sam said as I shake my head.

"Well, maybe something." Dean said and he nods to a security camera in the ceiling. "See? I'm working." Dean said to me and I shake my head, slightly. "Good boy! I'll give you a treat later." I said to him, using a voice you would use when you're talking to a dog, and he rolls his eyes at me.

Sam was seated, watching the security footage in the security room, as Bobby, Dean and I hover. "Anything interesting?" Dean asked Sam. "I don't know yet. Might just be a guy..." Sam said and we watch a redheaded man approach the blonde woman and talk to her as they glance over at the victim. "Or it might be our guy." I said.

Bobby, Dean and I were sitting in Bobby's car, staking out a bar while Sam was out doing some research. "What time is it?" Bobby asked, yawning. "Seven past midnight." Dean replied. "You sure this is the right place?" Bobby asked him. "No. But (y/n) and I spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and, supposedly, he drinks at this...stupid bar." Dean grumbles then there was a loud pounding on the window, making all three of us jump. It is Sam, who grins at our discomfort and slips into the back seat.

"That's not funny!" I yelled at Sam as he gets inside the car. "Yeah. Uh, all right, so – so, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago." Sam replied. "The night the Devil's Gate opened?" I asked him and Sam nod. "Yeah." He said.

"So you think he's possessed?" Dean asked. "Well, it's a good bet. So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?" Sam said. "Those demons that got out at the gate – they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen." Bobby said. "You mean the demons we let out." I said.

"Guys." Dean said and we look out and see the redheaded man, from the security footage, getting out of his car and walking towards the bar. "All right. Showtime." Dean said.

"Wait a minute." Bobby said. "What?" Dean asked. "What'd I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure." Bobby said to him. "Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" Dean asked him, angrily. "We're no good dead! And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is." Bobby yells at him.

"Hey, Bobby? I don't think that's an option." Sam said. "Why not?" Bobby asked and Sam nods, indicating another car that has just entered the lot. We look out and see Isaac and Tamara are heading towards the bar. "Damn it!" Bobby growls and we start to get out of the car.

We head towards the door of the bar, but find it lock. "Oh no." I whispered then we heard laughing and Tamara screaming in fear. We slam ourselves against the door, trying to force it open but nothing. "Get back to the car!" Bobby yells at us and we run back to his car.

Once we get inside, Bobby starts to the car. "Hang on." He shouts and he drives right through the front door of the bar. We get out or the car, armed with holy water, which we fling violently into the crowd of the possessed seven people.

They back up and Sam and I grab Tamara, who is still screaming frantically for Isaac who was on the ground dead and surrounded by a pool of his own blood. "Come on, we got to go! He's dead! Get in the car!" Sam shouts and I look over and see Dean still immersed in the fight.

"Dean, come on!" I shout but he was still flinging Holy water at the demons. "DEAN! COME ON!" I shouted as I help Sam get Tamara in Bobby's car. Dean Then entered combat with the Redheaded Man, Walter. I go and open the trunk, after I help get Tamara in the car, just as Dean runs out of holy water; Walter grins.

I go and help Dean and we overpower Walter and stuff him in the trunk, Walter screams as he sees the Devil's Trap and Dean tumbles into the front seat of the car and I head to the back seat and squeezed in with Sam and Tamara, who was still screaming and crying for Isaac. "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!" Dean shouts and we drive back out and leave the bar behind.

"...And I say we're going back – now!" Tamara yells at us after we made it back to her house and had Walter tied up in the other room under the Devil's Trap. "Just hold on a second!" Sam said to her. "I left my husband bloody on the floor!" Tamara shouts at us.

"Okay, we understand that, but we can't go back." I said to her, firmly. "Fine. Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar." She growls. "I'll go with her." Dean said and I look over at him. "It's suicide, Dean!" I shout at him. "So what? I'm dead already!" He yells back at me.

"How you gonna kill 'em? Can't shoot 'em. You can't stab 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!" Sam shouts. "I don't care!" Tamara screams. "We don't even know how many of them there are!" I yelled at her. "Yeah, we do." Bobby said as he comes into the room, holding a book.

"There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?" He asked us. "No. Who?" Dean asked. "The seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh!" Bobby said and my jaw drops at this and Dean grins.

"What's in the box?!" He exclaims and all of us stare at him. "Brad Pitt? Se7en? No?" Dean asked us as everyone gives him a disapproving look. "Time and place, Dean." I said as Bobby tosses him a book. "What's this?" Dean asked him. "Binsfeld's Classification of Demons. In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins – not just as human vices but as actual devils." Bobby replied.

"The family – they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper..." I said and Bobby nods. "That's Envy's doing – the customer we got in the next room. I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac. He was touched with an awful Gluttony." He said. "I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!" Tamara shouts.

"We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, Dark Ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So we are gonna take a breath...And figure out what our next move is!" Bobby shouts at her and they stare at each other.

"I am sorry for your loss." Bobby said, quietly, to her. Tamara, emotional, walks out of the room and the boys and I look at each other.

"So you know who I am, huh?" Envy asked us as he chuckles while we enter the room. "We do. We're not impressed." Bobby spat at him.

"Why are you here? What are you after?" Sam asked Envy, who doesn't respond. "He asked you a question. What do you want?" Dean growls and Envy chuckles condescendingly; Dea  opens a flask of holy water and splashes him, making him scream.

"We already have...what we want." He said, panting. "What's that?" I asked him. "We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many." Envy said then he laughs again. "So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun." He said.

"Fun?" Sam asked. "Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides...on their outside." Envy sneers. "I'm gonna put you down like a dog." Tamara growls at him. "Please. You really think you're better than me." Envy laughs. "Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a, a walking billboard of gluttony and lust." He said and Dean nods, in acknowledgement.

"And Tamara. All that wrath. Oohh." Envy said and he tongue clicks. "It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to...drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago." Envy said. Face twisted in anger, Tamara smacks him, hard, twice, until Dean and Bobby pull her back.

"My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny...greedy...hungry...violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too." Envy said and we look around at everyone .

"The others – they're coming for me." He said as he smiles around at us. "Maybe. But they're not gonna find you...'cause you'll be in hell." I said to him and he looks taken aback. "Someone send this clown packing." I said and Tamara steps forward. "My pleasure." She said and she begins reading from the book. As she continues, we leave and Envy screams.

"I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them." Bobby said after we go into the other room. "What does that mean?" Sam asked. "I think maybe this joker's right. They're gonna be hunting us. And they're not gonna quit easy." Bobby said to him.

"You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills? I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time." Dean said to us and Sam and I turn to him. "You're insane, Dean. Just forget about it, okay?" Sam said. "Sam's right." I said as Bobby nods. "There's six of them, guys. We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn." Dean said to us.

"Maybe, but...there's no place to run that they won't find us." Bobby said. "Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, all right?" I said to them. "Well let's not make it easy for them." Dean said.

From the other room, Envy gives a final scream and the house shakes and a gust blows out the candles. Tamara slams the book shut and comes into the room with the rest of us. "Demon's out of the guy." She said. "And the guy?" Sam asked her. "He didn't make it." Tamara said, coldly.

Later, Dean was seated on the floor with a row of candles behind him, loading a shotgun. Sam was across the room filling flasks with holy water and I was in the middle of the room, helping Sam. I look between the boys as they look at each other then at me. We watch each other silently for a moment until the lights begin to flicker.

We look around and an old radio sparks to life, playing the beginnings of a scratchy recording of We Shall Not Be Moved. Dean stands up and cocks his gun. "Here we go." He said and we get up and leave the room. Sam leaves the room first and I was about to leave when Dean grabs my arm to stop me.

I look up at him and it was like we were having a silent conversation as we stare into each other's eyes. Then he leans down to me and lightly kisses me, which I kiss him back. We pull back, share one last look then head down stairs where Tamara and Bobby were as they lean agains the front doors.

"Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!" We hear Isaac's voice shout and I could see that Tamara becomes distraught. "It's not him. It's one of those demons. It's possessing his corpse." Bobby tells her just as we hear a pounding at the door.

"Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore...At that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!" Isaac yells and Tamara turns to us.

"How did he know that?" Tamara asked Bobby. "Steady, Tamara. Steady, Tamara, steady, steady...." Bobby assures her as Isaac continues to scream. "You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die?! I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house...came...for our daughter! You just let her die, too." Isaac said and Tamara becomes angry.

"You son of a bitch!" She screams. "Tamara, no!" Bobby yells but she pushes the door open, breaking the salt line, and tackles Isaac down the steps. She lands on top of him and raises the Palo Santo stake. "You're not Isaac!" She shouts and she plunges the wood deep into his chest; it sizzles, and he screams.

The other six demons cross the broken salt line and enter the house and we began to split up. In a hallway, Dean and I were cornered by a woman and we began to fight her as she advances on us. For just one woman, she's able to handle both of us in a fight.

"I suppose you're Lust." I said to her as we back up into the bathroom. "Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be." She said, seductively. "Yeah, all right, just stay back." Dean said to her. "Or what?" Lust asked him. "Good point." Dean said.

"I'm not gonna hurt you two– not yet. Not unless both of you want me to." She said and she runs her hands along mine and Dean's shoulder. We look at her, having this strong feeling of...well lust, then I fall into her embrace and we kiss passionately while Dean kisses her neck.

Then she goes to kiss Dean, who backs up to a shower curtain. I get behind Lust and Dean flips the shower curtain around, pulls it open, and I grab her and plunge her face-first into the bathtub which is filled with holy water. She screams in agony as we hold her until she passes out.

The next morning, Sam and Dean were piling the corpses of the demons, that didn't survive, into a shallow pit and begin pouring salt and fuel over them as Bobby and I come over to them after we did the exorcism. Several yards away, Tamara is standing in front of a funderal pyre.

"Well, you two look like hell warmed over." Dean said to us and I glare at him. "You try exorcising all night and see how you feel." I said.

"Any survivors?" Sam asked us.  Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. Lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but, still..." Bobby said. "That's more than you can say for these poor bastards." Dean said as he gestures toward the three dead bodies in the pit they made.

"Bobby, that knife – what kind of blade can kill a demon?" Sam asked. Apparently, some random blonde chick came in and saved Sam's life by killing the demons with a knife. Sam tried to grab her but she disappeared. "Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing." Bobby said.

"I'm just gonna ask it again – who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?" Dean asked Sam and he chuckles. "Three demons, Dean. At once." Sam said and I pat Sam on the shoulder. "Hey, whatever it takes to get you through the night, pal." I said and he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, well, if you want a troubling question, I got one for you." Sam said. "What's that?" Dean asked. "If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?" Sam asked us and we stand there in worried and stunned silence. "You're right. That is troubling." I said then Dean lights a matchbook and tosses it onto the pyre.

Later, the bonfires have settled down and we prepare to leave as Tamara comes up to us. "See you gents and young lady around." She said, walking away. "Tamara?" Bobby said and she stops to hear him. "The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful." He said. "You too." She said and she gets in her car and takes off.

"Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same." Bobby said to us. "You got it." Dean said. "Wait, Bobby. We can win this war. Right?" Sam asked him. But Bobby doesn't answer, which makes is feel uncomfortable and worried. "Catch you on the next one." Bobby said and he heads to his car and the boys and I start to head towards the Impala.

"So, where to?" Dean asked us. "Uh, I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana maybe." Sam said. "Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?" I asked him. "Yeah. Listen, I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your – with your demon deal, Dean." Sam said and I look over at Dean, hopeful.

"Nah." Dean said, shaking his head. "Nah? What does that mean, nah?" Sam asked him, annoyed. :Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal, all right? It's a goose chase." Dean replied.

"Yeah, but we don't know that, Dean—" I started to say but he cuts me off. "Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help." He said.

"Look, it's worth—" Sam started to cut in but Dean talks over him. "We're not going, and that's that. What about Reno, huh?" He said as he smacks us on the arm lightly and turns to walk away.

Sam grabs his sleeve and turns Dean back to face us. "You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and...I don't care anymore." Sam said to him. "That didn't last long." Dean said, jokingly. "Yeah, well, you know what? (Y/n) and I have been busting our assea trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?" Sam asked him. "No, it's not like that." Dean replied.

"Then what's it like, Dean?" I asked him, annoyed. "(Y/n)—" Dean said, exasperated. "Please, tell us." Sam pleads. "We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? (Y/n) dies. Okay? She dies. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me God, I'm gonna stop you and Sam." Dean said to us and I stand there, stunned.

"How could you make that deal, Dean?" I asked him. "'Cause I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it." He replied as he gives me a look. "So, what, now I live and you die?" I asked, angrily. "That's the general idea, yeah." He said, shrugging.

"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause (y/n) and I were there. We remember. You were twisted, and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To (y/n). What you did was selfish." Sam growls at him. "Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that." Dean said, unfazed.

"I'm not." I said and Sam nods. "Yeah, neither am I." He said. "Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired, guys. I don't know, it's like there's a, a light at the end of the tunnel." Dean replied. "It's hellfire, Dean." I said.

"Whatever. You're alive, I feel good – for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, guys. I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?" He said and he smiles and nods to us then walks on to the car.

"You're unbelievable." Sam said as we turn to him. Dean stops then smiles at us. "Very true." He said and he opens the driver side door and starts the car as Sam and I walk, frustratedly, to the car, Sam to the passenger side and I to the back driver's side, and get in.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester

[thewanderer-000]

Right here, right now Pt 2

They lay in bed, Penelope rested against Jacob snuggling him as he had a slight blush coloring his face. She was beginning to move but winced being reminded of her earlier activities, she suck air in between her teeth. That woke her up, much to her dissatisfaction, she regained her self and rubbed the sleepies from her eyes. Penelope locked on the bandaging on her arms and scowl, and snuggled more on Jacob.

"Am still weak? Aren't you supposed to make me be better after a feeding and not-, not this?" Jacob pat my back soft as he laughed at my indignation.

"I'm a vampire, not a miracle worker, and you watch too much TV, that's not how it works you silly little woman" I lay my head on his chest and hear nothing, I got scared, I forgot for a second that vampires have no heartbeat. I could feel a warmth about him and I had questions.

"Um, Jacob, why do you feel warm?" Jacob chuckled and softly caressed me so soft I felt tinglings where he touched. Then he covered me with a fuzzy blanket better.

"I fed on you a lot, practically drained a little over 2 or 3 pints of your blood and the effects has my body mimic signs of life, especially if I eat from a living person.. I can go a month or two without eating, I think that is either because of military service or its a vampire thing. Though that does mean when I don't eat I'll be more ravenous for fresh prey than a blood pack and hunting instincts are-, are kinda supernatural. But only if I go 3 months without feeding. It's hard to explain, I haven't talked about this in a long while. I didn't know much but after a bit, I understand something's but not a lot, like earlier with you, Johnny and the others. Let's get you back to sleep, sleepy head" I ponder on what I was told and am tired, Jacob softly hums and massages me into slumber. I feel him cover me with a another blanket before continuing. It didn't take much coaxing considering the fragile condition I am in.

...

Few weeks of being at the Veterans Center and under observation, and the few nights of him being away was different. A little lonely when sleeping without 'im and yet something else she couldn't understand, some strength had mostly returned. And the taste of liver was getting better was a small win for Penelope, Jacob practically had to sit and make her eat, the few days for the first, two weeks. She sat wondering if he was being serious but he was, cutting her food for her and holding a fork waiting. She took it begrudgingly, Jacob wanted Penelope well, hell he made her iron rich smoothies with added vitamins to help. Something her ex would have done.

"You're 5 weeks are about up" is what I say in the small private recovery ward, Pen is laying back listening to the headphones I gave her for the ipod. She looked at me and reached out for me to help sit her up, I do but I go a step further and taste her kiss, she is practically beautiful putty in my hands. No surprise there.

"Mm hello to you too- mm" I couldn't get enough, kept my mouth on hers, I wanted to drain her and fuck her full of me at the same time. Hear her final gasp as I break her lovely neck, here and here, I kiss where I wanted to inflict the most damage. Kissing her was waking my bloodlust, she weakly pushed away, only for my mouth to travel down her body. She gasp but I see the scars where my fangs once pierced her soft skin, she was better but still off, still recovering, I swear I could taste what she ate, I still taste the sun on her skin. I lick and and kiss the scars.

"Oh Jacob, wait-wait-wait. Jake mmm-" I listen but kiss my way back up to her luscious, full lips, I know she is weary of being intimate again. But once her hands are holding on and she encourages me I regain my senses, Johnny's uninvited conscious is here reminding me no one mattered more than Pen. At a point I was ready to use Pratt to get her back on her feet, unfortunately he was useless as he wasn't a blood match for her. That's why we're here in the Veterans Center than the cabin, I went a little over 2, maybe 3 pints of her blood and she's small compared to me. I almost feel bad but I'm hungry for her. Ravenous.

"You taste so good and you look beautiful" I say to her as she enjoys the closeness as our noses touch as I softly headbutt her. I gotta go before I try to coax or use hypnosis to have my way with her again.

"Ugh, I got work to do, ok baby? But some of the others were going out maybe you can go get some air and stretch your- your legs" I wanted so much to have them wrapped around my neck or my body, Penelope cupped my face so I'd look her in the eyes, her warm smile could make this dead man's heart skip a beat. And my cock ach like crazy.

"I think I'd like that, keep temptation away from the both of us for the time being. Maybe we can do it again, hopefully I don't almost die, again" she chuckled, granted even with all the fucked up she had a twinkle in her eyes. We quickly kissed and I left to go drain someone to sate my hunger but I knew who I wanted more. I wondered if I could hold off on wanting to kill her or something, though the thought of turning her was tempting too. The scent of her is bliss, I inhale her deep before she leaves.

...

A small group left for a bit of field training, Penelope looked happy despite lack of energy, she watched as the instructor had everyone pair up and practice some first aid. She and everyone laughed as the instructor reacted like a mad man refusing aid, after a moment she got sleepy and went to sleep in a truck. An hour and some odd minutes chaos and screaming ensued a ways away, Penelope looked around and went to leave but had no keys unfortunately. She had to go but something growled in the distance, it was a beast attacking the others, Pen quickly got off the truck and ran to a quad to flea the area, but no key here too. Penelope sprint to the wooded area opposite the commotion and then she fell and heard something approach behind, anxiety raged and in her delicate condition she passed out.

"They had this civilian, I think she escaped but she's a little worse for wear, she has bite marks all over, deep too. Think a little play thing for Jacob, we better get her to the wolfs den, Jacob would think twice before going there. Poor woman has probably been through the wringer and more. Must have done something to be on their shit list like this" I hear as I start to wake but am so overwhelmed from earlier I just sleep instead of seeing my "rescuers".

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A few hours had gone on and the wolfs den new guest lay unconscious like. Eli and the werewolves waited for Eden's Gate to retaliate or Jacob to.

She lay in my bed feigning sleep, I just kept my distance and let her get composure and left a moment, probably couldn't be easy since she knew about Jacob. I hear on my enemy scanner about some woman named Penelope and wonder if she is the one they are searching for. 'I'll take your captive you sick fuck. Good, this is one innocent that won't be dying by a blood sucking psychopath. I'll make sure of that'. I come back to keep myself busy and not worry about the things beyond my control.

"Ugh, where am I?" miss "Penelope" sigh, I was getting kinda worried but was glad she wasn't too worse for wear. I grab her water bottle and help her drink, she weakly leaned on me, I look her over and couldn't help but barely touch. I need Tammy to do a physical and take any photos of her wounds.

"Um, miss you're in our hide out, the Peggies and that sick fuck that had kept you captive won't come looking for you here. I'll make sure of it, but my friend can help you report the injuries and anything else you-" she choked a sob but couldn't hold back as her guard broke, she was practically wailing, maybe any beast probably seemed monster to her now. She would most likely be afraid of what I am if she knew it was me attacking Eden's Gate earlier. Tammy gave a sigh and put a blanket over her shoulders and that made her cling to me. After a moment she cried softer sobs, and breath in and out as she sat on her own.

"I can do the- the report from what I can recall" I let Tammy take her to her room for physical examination and record the violence inflicted upon our new guest. I didn't believe that she would entirely recall it all, it could be that the trauma would be too much. And I was right Tammy came back and looked defeated, our guest had fainted and was unconscious again. We do our best to see to her regaining her strength, she mentioned losing blood but that was just what Tammy could get out of all the things she said. And her name, Penelope Thompson. She was in shock at this point and we sooth her nerves and kept her inside of the wolfs den, Jacob wanted her found and I was keeping him from her. A couple more weeks she will regain more of her strength.

"I wondered how he nabbed Penelope, I don't think I've seen her around, eh I guess it doesn't matter, she's in poor condition. And we'll assist her as best we can, she said it had been a good couple weeks since the blood loss. She's doing better, I like that she can still smile and laugh despite all that she had gone through. But she's having a difficult time remembering being in Jacob's care, I don't blame her. Penelope has night terrors or something, but it's-, damn. End of log. Well, she smells so good, fuck. Penelope-". I end the log as Penelope stood, staring, blushing and I'm blushing dumbfounded idiot almost letting my other identity be known. I couldn't hide the wolf in me knew what she wanted, bad, I could smell her pheromones and arousal when she'd have her "nightmares". I don't know what made her so different but it did, I couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Um, I should go" Penelope quickly walked away, I don't know why but I followed her, her pheromones called and I couldn't ignore it.

"Penelope wait" I say while running after her, her running is only making me pursue. I can't seem to control what's happening as I catch up to her in the kitchen, I grab her arm. She looked at me with shock, she just got out of the shower and she smelled more fragrant, and the arousal was fresher. The silk bath robe opened enough for me to see more of her scars, and I let go.

"Penelope, I'm sorry" she is looking down and I couldn't help it, I chased her like prey. I think maybe I should send her to the Pastor for safe keeping, better than some horny werewolf and murderous vampire on her ass. Pastor Jeffrey's knew about my supernatural predicament, so he'd understand why I needed her to go.

"Maybe you should get ready and I'll take you to Holland Valley to the Pastor for-" Penelope grabbed my hand and look at me with pleading eyes that said no. I let my hands rest on her shoulders then they slide down to her waist as I pull her to me. She holds on to me and we find our mouths are one, I hold her and let myself have her if only for a night.

"Eli" she moans as I taste her skin and I put her against the wall, her robe is fully open as I grind against her wet slit.

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Penelope is whining and whimpering for Eli to fuck his length into her, if only Jacob could bury himself in her the same time as Eli. That was the most naughty Penelope has ever thought of sex and it shocked yet excited her. Eli was eager and lift up his ravishing guest enough to unleash his stiff shaft and set Penelope on it. Jacob could feel his sweet Penelope in throws of passion and he knew with whom, this was odd but it was so new. But his own lust and yearnings with Penelope was increasing his own arousal, he could feel his pulse in his cock. Jacob couldn't ignore it anymore, it felt as if he was entering her himself, Jacob began thrusting into his fist matching the haught desire his pretty little human was getting. Jacob stroke to the motion of their passion and came as they did. This was torture, a release but no blood to taste, he knew had to go fuck and drain someone soon. As soon as he sees Pen he'd be on and in her faster than anything, just the thought got him hard again.

"Miss me" I say to a woman I'd fuck every now and then, she excitedly push back against me as I felt her up. She'd moan, I felt the bloodlust rise. I told her "our spot now, go and you better be naked my little whore" before I did something fucked up. She giggled and sway her hips but with how hot I am for Penelope, this will be the last time this girl lives and that had my cock twitching. What she thought was lust was actually an insatiable hunger for blood, but her blood wasn't the same as Penelopes.

...

I don't say anything as I take her, we're in place far away from prying eyes and perked ears. Her sweet nothings are that, nothings as I ravaged her on the floor as I've done many times before. I started to imagine Penelope under me, and I kiss her skin but it tasted nothing like her so I get a little rougher. Her breath hitched in pain and that excited me, I bare down with my thrust and my fangs in the crook of her neck. She gasped a winded cry as I slightly cracked a something near her neck, but she wasn't gone just yet. I drink only a little and feel her getting dry, she smelt of fear and it was so sweet as she tried to pretend to like it. I bite her tit hard really getting her screaming but I felt my stomach growl so I went for the neck. The gurgling stopped at some point, I got my fill and but again no release. I forgot to cum. Fuck. But this wasn't who I wanted to cum in, I wondered what Penelope was dreaming. My imagination went from there, I got up and again had to finish myself off after I stepped in the bathroom. I need to call Pratt to bury the mostly drained body in the other room.

[chaoticfandomgirly]

Supernatural s15 Finale

Okay, so I have something big to confess.

I actually didn't mind how Supernatural ended.

Now, before you all come raging in the comments, hear me out !

You see, Dean dying really wasn't something controversial in my opinion. He was someone who did a lot of questionable things throughout his journey . A lot of people death's are on him. Now, I am not saying he didn't deserve to live. Not at all. But I do think that Dean was not happy with his life. Time and time again it was shown that his will to truly live only extended till his brother was alive. For all the saving the world and stuff, he always, and I mean ALWAYS, prioritized Sam. And throughout the show you can see the PTSD and the depression that Dean suffered through.

AND let's not forget, by the end of s15 almost every character that Dean cared about was either gone or dead. Bobby? Dead. Ellen and Joe? Dead. Mary and John? Dead. Charlie? Dead. Rowena? Queen of Hell. Crowley? Dead. Jack? Gone. Lisa and Ben? Gone.

And CAS? FUCKING DEAD.

So, it does make sense that he went to Heaven and reunited with everyone he had lost. And not to mention he got a perfect heaven, where he could be FINALLY at peace. After saving the world a billion times he did deserve a break but he said it himself that he would only ever go down swinging.

So the lyric, "Lay your weary head down to rest," came to fruition.

And as for him being without Sam? That time apart was as long as a road trip around Heaven's garden for him.

Though, to imagine that Sam had to live without Dean, and raise a son who would never get to know his uncle. Sam's brother. The person who he loved most. Now that made me cry. (And yes I did cry! I am not completely heartless! Just a writer who like to analyse stuff.)

But yeah, out of all the things that happened in the last season, the ending was what made sense to me. Because the alternative was Dean carrying on with his life as a hunter with none of the beloved characters in sight. And Sam being right there with Dean, and possibly not having a family, because he would not leave his brother.

And for everyone who says that Dean was a family man and deserved to have a family? I will say this again. Yes he was a family man and deserved to raise his own kids. But how would he do that when none of his real family besides Sam existed? And let's not forget...Cas. As a destiel shipper I don't believe that Dean could have moved on and started a family without him.

So yeah, there, I rest my case now.

[batcavescolony]

S2 E22 Supernatural

I hate you all.

The opening being 'Carry On Wayward Son' and Dean cradling Sam body at 'Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more'? Dean spiraling and pushing Bobby then saying he's sorry? Dean talking about how John would leave for days at a time when Sam was 4or5 and Sam would ask Dean questions but Dean didn't want to answer them cus he didn't want Sam to know the answers. Dean saying it's his JOB to take care of Sam. Bobby seeing Sam and knowing Dean did something. He took Dean out to talk. Bobby had the most heart breaking look on his face. Sam knowing Dean sold his soul for him and when Dean said it's his job Sam replied with "what do you think my job is?" And Dean looked like he didn't understand. Like the idea of Sam protecting HIM doesn't compute. AHHHHHH anyway s3! Let's go!

[quietwings-fics]

lay your weary head to rest

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Samifer Additional Tags: The Empty (Supernatural), Not Epilogue Compliant, Post-Canon, Not A Fix-It, Angst, Exhaustion, Drabble Wordcount: 100 Prompt:

“will!!!!! ❤️🩹 Reunited after a long time apart for the ask game?? with samifer please 🥺🥺🥺”

And so Sam dies.

It's the end of a long life. A good life? The life Dean asked him to lead, which…

Heaven's darker than he remembers. Quieter.

“Dean?” he whispers.

"Not here," answers Lucifer. "Though, if you called, Jack would take you to him." A beat. "My son. God. How did you let that happen?"

Sam can't figure out his tone, remorseful or resentful. Sam's exhausted, and Lucifer is-

“Awake for you, and soon, I'll be put back to sleep again. So, you have a choice."

”You or Dean?”

”Peace or-“

”I choose peace.”

Lucifer doesn’t fall asleep alone.

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[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e20 moriah (w. andrew dabb)

dads fighting over killing their kid, sammy stressed. what a world

(jfc when jdm/john is talking in the recap i'm like godDAMN whose voice is he reminding of - oh right, i talked about this already when watching that very episode -_- good voice 10/10 both actors)

i wonder how far back it goes that they showed people getting their heads chopped off to the line "Lay your weary head to rest" in carry on my wayward song because i remember this song used to hit me in the feelings way back when (mentioned it still working for me in 6x22 at least.) anyway, i am also very literal with song lyrics and my little fanvids so i can't really criticize but tone 🤌

CASTIEL You should never have tried to lock him away. DEAN You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead. CASTIEL Dean. DEAN He's dangerous, Cas, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything there is. And this -- Jack -- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster. CASTIEL You don't mean that. DEAN The hell I don't.

sigh, this is frustrating! but we gotta have conflict somewhere right, so dean's taking out is hurt and grief over mary on jack, making choices that are making jack worse. and now hellbent on killing him without taking any time to try to work the problem in another way

DEAN I don't know. Maybe we call Rowena, see if she can put together one of those, um, "soul bombs." SAM The...thing you were gonna use against the Darkness? DEAN Yeah, might actually put a dent in the kid. SAM Okay. (quietly) DEAN Sam, I know this isn't easy, okay? He -- I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family. But this? This is not Jack anymore. He's hurting, he's killing people. This isn't gonna be easy, but we're gonna have to do the hard thing. We're gonna have to do the ugly thing. Ain't like it's the first time, though, right?

was he raring to kills cas when he killed all those people and angels when fake god juiced up on souls?

apparently yes! clearly forgot about that

wiki summary excerpt from 7x01 The ritual is successful, and Death appears, bound. He thinks that he has been summoned regarding Sam's hallucinations, and Dean looks to Sam, surprised by the news. Death asserts that he can't help Sam (there's only "one wall per customer"), and Dean tells him instead that they want him to kill Castiel. Before they can convince him, though, Castiel appears. He threatens to kill them all, but Dean reminds him that Death is under their control. It appears that they are at a stalemate.

ok, so is this truth spell business from jack everywhere? fic premise-y. and mirror universe for the company name, okay.

SAM You. Come on, man. You're always calling me a geek, but you know every word to every Led Zeppelin song -- backwards and forwards -- you can discuss in detail every major rock drummer between '67 and '84, and... you watch "Jeopardy!" every night.

not to mention nerding out over horror films, cars, etc etc. we are all but nerds in our own special ways

like, we're really going for truth spell gags here? what'd i say about tone? lol

well. stapler queen is cute

pretty place to film and nice shot. didn't expect chuck but knew he had to come around eventually. i do really enjoy rob benedict though. he's so good at being that chill aw shucks persona that chuck usually is. like hey what a nice smile, good to see him! wait, he's the absent-est of fathers and lets the world nearly implode on a regular basis

DEAN Yeah, guess your life isn't so perfect after all, EightPackMommy. SAM What? DEAN Yeah, she's got this blog. Yeah, you know what? Your kids aren't that cute. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it. You know what I mean? I'll stop talking. SAM Probably a good plan.

hope we get better truth spell anecdotes than dean follows a mommy blogger (nope.) also are we really supposed to just take on this info that sam's favorite singer is actually celine dion? :p

cathartic until god yells at you

CHUCK Okay, look. I get it. All right, I'm from the deus from the machina, and you have questions.

all very twee

CHUCK: Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off. I built the sandbox -- you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against -- what was it? -- the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in.

i will always appreciate a roast of the bmol plotline

SAM So you're saying Jack is Apocalyptic? CHUCK The kid said, "Stop lying," and I don't know if you noticed, but the world kinda went insane.

the whole crazy powered up nephilim actually equates to god powers, sure

lol what. the colt 2.0 but actually kills anything

CHUCK So, this doesn't so much fire bullets as it sends a wave of multi-dimensional energy across a perfectly balanced quantum link between whoever's shooting it and whoever they're shooting at.

this is giving very crack treated seriously (or just plain crack) vibes

CHUCK Uh, whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you. So you kill him... DEAN You die.

🙄okay.

CAS I don't understand why we're talking about killing Jack. Y-You can fix him. You can --You can restore his soul. That's why I called you. CHUCK Yeah, not so much. SAM You're God. CHUCK Well, souls are complicated -- even for me. Besides, even if I could, would you really want -- I mean, after what he did? CASTIEL Then we bind him. We throw him in the Cage until -- DEAN Stop, Cas. You heard him. This is the only way. CAS And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box. CHUCK Ugh. Billie. I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn. This new Death -- she's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. CAS There has to be another way. DEAN Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself that this is the only thing that can kill Jack, so either get on board, or walk away.

i think part of why i'm finally warming up to cas is him consistently caring about someone - like, willing to go to the mat with anyone for jack. and there's less of this bumbling clueless angel schtick periodically thrown in.

and something again i don't like is when anyone does this shut up there's no other way it's my way or the highway business. i feel like i talked about this before... maybe with the soul bomb business? and probably the box too? rushing into deadly action that can't be walked back with almost no information. which i compared to agonizing over how to deal with lucifer all season in s5 and finally accepting sam going into the cage was the only viable option left. there's just so many plot beats and so much going on at one time. and then dean rushes into shit and i'm just like STOP BREATHE WAIT.

hopefully not plot relevant flask filling, unlike last time we saw him do it (that i recall) in 7x18

music (lennertz and wynn) at the beginning reminds me a bit of hannibal bloodfest again, the muted version that was in 14x08 when jack had died from the heavenly tuberculosis

glad sam is standing up to dean's willingness to again sacrifice himself at the drop of a hat and point out they haven't even tried to fix anything, just rushing into these awful solutions. and pointing out that they got themselves into this situation in the first place by bringing jack back. (and hey, maybe consider chuck's motivations in all this)

not a great hug but way less creepy than hugging soulless sam at least. glad he didn't actually kill his grandmother and has calmed down a bit and acknowledged he's not feeling anything anymore

CHUCK No. Sam... you and your brother, of all the Sams and Deans in all the multiverse, you're my favorite. You're just so interesting. I mean, like that thing that happened at the office earlier today -- that was crazy, right? SAM Do you watch us? When you're not here, are -- are you... watching us? CHUCK Yeah. I mean, you're my favorite show.

creeper asshole. what new way can we make them suffer today

SAM Wait a second. Why, when the chips are down, when the world is -- is failing, why does it always have to be on us?! CHUCK Because you're my guys.

good to see sam yelling at chuck about it.

sigh

like this really is soul bomb 2.0 (i was not a fan). some half cocked plan with new random made up weapon that gets introduced mid episode in the season finale that will result in dean dying to kill some almost-impossible to kill god type entity. not making me cry this time, bitches

padalecki got to phoebe-run through the park yelling for dean for an extended period of time, that was something

CHUCK This isn't how the story is supposed to end. CAS The story? CHUCK Lookit, the -- the -- the gathering storm, the gun, the -- the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic! DEAN Wait. What are you saying? SAM He's saying he's been playing us. This whole time. CHUCK Come on. SAM Our entire lives. Mom, Dad -- everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because -- Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story? CHUCK Okay, Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up... pull the trigger... and I'll bring her back. Your mom. DEAN No. My mom was my hero. And I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this. And it's not like you even really care. 'Cause Sam's right. The Apocalypse, the first go-around, with Lucifer and Michael -- you knew everything that was going on, so why the games, Chuck, huh? Why don't You just snap your fingers and end it?! CHUCK Look, I -- SAM And every other bad thing we've been killing, been dying over -- where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again -- fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me. CHUCK Dean, don't do this. DEAN No, we're done talking. 'Cause this -- this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.

it feels kind of bonkers that they're just now getting clued into the conceit that all the suffering and misery and death they've been through has been at chuck's direction

surely the god-killing gun doesn't actually work on chuck. there's been a couple weird cuts for ads in the past season or two - where they repeat some action/dialogue after a cut for an ad. which is so weird, they never did that before.

looks like the bandana dean was using for sam's woulda-been-fatal head wound few episodes ago

spn 14x17

so jack's in the empty... and billie is there. okaayyy

resurrecting all the monsters they killed or whatever this is, sure. an extremely long shot of shambling zombies. did they need to kill time (i thought the cut to billie was the end of the episode and almost just skipped the last several minutes 🥴)

one season left to go. makes me think about how jared and jensen periodically talk about reviving the show but like. The Show was so out of ideas and things just got more and more convoluted and outlandish, what is there even left to do? other than some timeline reset but when they're older. or like apparently the winchesters, whole new au.

and despite how critical i am of the show, i'm still invested and care about sam and dean. so i'd watch whatever sam and dean show they might make. but i'm still gonna be critical :p i have avoided reading other people's opinions on any of the show i haven't seen so whatever criticism i'm spewing out is just my reaction as i watch

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Lay Your Weary Head to Rest

Lay Your Weary Head to Rest https://ift.tt/E8dmkRl by angelofthequeers They’ve beaten this plot point to death, dancing around each other and wallowing in miscommunication and things unsaid. So why should this time be any different? Oh, yeah. Because Chuck’s gone. And Cas is human now, all thanks to Dean. Surely this whole miscommunication won’t backfire on them when they take on what seems to be a shifter case involving people killing their lover and then themselves. Surely not. Words: 21186, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Episode AU: s15e18 Despair (Supernatural), Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, divergent from That Scene in 15x18, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Trans Dean Winchester, Mind Control, Smut, First Kiss, Oral Sex, Dubious Consent, bc of the dean/omc attraction being one sided due to said mind control, Homophobia, Transphobia, not massively but they're there, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Case Fic via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/EdHfL1F October 23, 2023 at 04:15PM

[mira-shard]

Winx club playslists

Someone liked it so here we go, all my winx playslists songs + reasons

Imma just... Go ahead and tag those who encourage me, hehe-

@h-doodles @theguythatdraws @prancingpixie

Group Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1A5ssSjVPbpd35kjVPMNMD?si=4ca30869ea514dd5

Kids in the corner- Arguably the best thing to come from Fate the winx saga. Just the misfits, found family stepping up vibes

Alright- Montage song vibes, definetely something they blast while training

Home- “ Oh, home, let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you. Oh, home, let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you.” Need I say more?

Meet me at our spot-  Again, the found family vibes + the excitement yet fear of growing up

Lotta true crime- They literally became the next company of light and are an all girls group. I don’t need to say anymore-

Twin size mattress- Their own emotional baggage, trauma, how they found solice in one each other

Sports- Again, just found family vibes

Marlboro nights- Montage vibes

boho days- Montage vibes

Glory and gore- They were literal freshman when they fought an army of decay- and they saved the entire universe multiple times.. Yeah the girls are badass warriors

Tonight Tonight- But at the end of the day they are also just teenagers trying to enjoy themselves in a world that seems determined to force them to grow up too quickly

I can feel it- Montage, stupid teen vibes

Freaks-Found family, group of misfits

Then there’s of course the individual playslists;

Bloom:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/18trVd42Z2FxcVIFEV5AoQ?si=a8af770a5ff94668

Bones-Magic that has always been crackling under-well, her bones. Plus there is no way she always had good control of her magic.

Jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship)- Her and Selena were definetely into each other, i’m just saying- and if not Selena, she definetely had a crush on Stella and/or Flora at one point.

Back in school- Let’s get one thing straight- an adopted kid who’s quiet with a hyperfixation on fairies as a teen- Bloom got bullied and got panic attacks whenever vacations were about to end, i’m not wrong-

Waiting on a miracle- Now hear me out on this- Mirabel’s desire for a mriacle like the rest of her family, Bloom waiting for the miracle that’s control of her powers or atleast to be able to understand them

Runnin’ - ... Bloom canonically ran away from Alfea 5+ times, it just felt fitting-

Carry on wayward son- Honestly I at first added this one cause... my sister loves supernatural but the first lines do actually fit! Except Bloom is carrying on Daphne’s power, the dragon flame, and come on- “There’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more.” That’s Daphne talking to Bloom right there-

Look who’s inside again- Again, Bloom before meeting Stella

Are you satisfied- All these girls are Marina coded- But jokes aside, even if she always wanted to be a fairy, there’s still fear and nerves in there too. Homegirl felt like she didn’t belong in that school for weeks-if not two whole months when she first started

You’re gonna go far, kid- She did as a matter of fact- go far- Plus come on “see them running for their lives” when she has full control over the great dragon and kicked ass in the season 1 finale

American idiot- Bloom grew up on earth and... idk i just felt like it fit- And Mike is definetely a Green day and metallica fan so there-

Stella:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5G3IfiIY4iwZeU8lrCJUGB?si=2ca97c37049a47e8

Sunkissed-Solaria has THREE SUNS, enough said

Honey- Idk why but this song SCREAMS Stella to me

Make you mine- Definetely a song Brandon once put on a playlist for her and it’s been on loop in all of her playslists ever since

Primadonna- Again, just Stella vibes-I don’t feel like I have to explain myself further

Devil town- “Mom and daddy aren’t in love. That’s fine, I’ll settle for two birthdays.” It’s the divorced kid anthem-

The Family Jewels- Did you know when you have both mommy and daddy issues, it’s called parental wounds? yeah... Stella has parental wounds

Seventeen- Stella definetely has a low self esteem despite what people think. I mean *gestures to season 3*

Cherry bomb- Stella has a lot of depth, yes, but she’s also still the ‘trouble making party girl.’ 

Princesses don’t cry- again, season 3- Same applies to Layla/Aisha

Young and beautiful- *gestures to season 3 again* Come on, her being cursed-

Flora:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/197IGgpoRUmWnyXc9lGFN1?si=22a5a6207df743c9

Backyard boy- Idk, this entire song just screams Flora and Helia’s relationship to me (which btw is goals)

Prom queen- Flora also has a lot of insecurities, but hers are more so about her own shy personality and her inability to speak up. “i was never cut out for prom queen” which only got amplified to appearances when she couldn’t find the courage to confess to Helia

Vienna- Flora is a certified burned out gifted kid with overachieving tendencies

Put your records on- I heard this song and all I saw was Flora barefoot walking around in a field naming all the flowers. Also definetely her wake up to song

She- Flora, another queer icon. The soft spokenness of it all, the sweet, gentle “please can i have this person in my life” just screams Flora

Savage Daughter- At the end of the day Flora is a nature fairy and well, that girl is a goddamn force of nature (pun intended)

Treehouse- Again, referring to her more introverted nature and how the only ones truely allowed inside are the Winx. “Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay.”

Some nights- Even with Chatta’s and the winx support, speaking up for things I can imaigne is something Flora struggles with well into adulthood. Even if one moment she seems to be commanding everyone’s respect and attention, the next she can be in a corner, just wishing no one would see her. “Some nights I wish my lips could build a castle, some nights I just wish they would fall off.”

The record player song- this song just screams cottagecore to me and therefor it screams Flora. I mean, wearing vintage dresses, climbing in the trees? Come on. Also “wish i was a teenage rebel, never even got detention.” Flora’s fear of not living life to the fullest cause of her anxieties.

Tecna:

 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4cbGvZsrqhd8DGhAWmS4FN?si=ab7dbdaec9b54d65

High hopes- “I got one more run and it’s gonna be a sight to see.” Listen- I was daydreaming trying to think of songs for Tecna, heard that line and all I saw was that scene of her marching forward to close the omega portal in season 3. Instantly added it-

This is me- A personal fave cause... come on, Tecna’s whole arc is about learning her own emotions and understanding those of others

I’m a mess- It’s always easier to feel and acknowledge negative emotions rather than positive ones, and even someone as logical as Tecna suffers from that.

Lemon boy- She IS the lemon boy. I mean, come on-

Family jewels- Yes, this one is for Tecna too. I mean, her whole “not acknowledging emotions, operate only on logic-” she got it from SOMEWHERE-

Cloud 9- “when he calls me pretty, i feel like somebody” come on.. her and Timmy, about how acknowledging her emotions helps her get more healthy and she makes progress and the- “You remind me how to fly.” Timmy also has similair struggles and they help each other, come on- it’s their song

Mastermind- She’s the mastermind of the Winx, period-

Rät- “ The hot girl in your comp sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, Bred, born and raised to kick your ass. I fell for circuit boards, Rocket ships, Pictures of the stars. If you could only be what you pretend you are” If this doesn’t scream Tecna-

Oh no- “ Maybe it is all a test.'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst, So I always act like I'm the best.” Being a fairy isn’t just about being clever and logical and I can imagine Tecna really struggled when she didn’t score high enough to her liking on tests because of that

top of my school & Price of perfection- These have similair vibes and well.. Mainly how I see Tecna’s relationship with her parents

Musa:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3AZmwiKJMEPzNHb9tctJ2N?si=d825bb7dc0144a1c

Tomboy-Mainly how Musa became more feminine clothing wise later on but also the fact that she can do both, masculine and feminine, she rocks both like a ... well a tomboy-

Won’t bite- Idk why but this is just one of those songs I can picture Musa singing to hype herself up

Tear in my heart- I mean, that first line already- “Sometimes you gotta bleed to know, that you’re alive and have a soul.” Soul is literally what you need for music- Both to make it and to enjoy it

not your barbie girl- Musa is an independant queen, please and thank you- ... even tho she and Riven are a bit toxic, i still ship it-

That bitch- “ And I keep talkin' like I'm taller than the trees (bitch). But my eyes never see much higher than five feet.” All short Musa jokes aside, homegirl is a feminist and blasts this at any chance

Put your records on-  “Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song.” Music is THE best way to connect according to Musa. Sharing playlists and songs recommendations, even a simple “hey, i heard this song and thought of you-” that’s her love language.

Still into you- Her and Riven, no other words needed

Dear maria, count me in- Just musa vibes, idk how else to describe it

Sit still, look pretty- Again, independent queen Musa who wants to make that money and not have to rely on anyone unless she chooses to

Hey look ma, I made it- *gestures to her and her mom* When she becomes an guardian fairy or when she starts making money with her music, just- 

Layla/Aisha: (imma refer to her as Layla cause that’s the name I grew up with)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0J0GMzon7v2Z7tBF6yAm4X?si=3189375851374f57

Riptide- “I was scared of dentists and the dark, I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations.” If that doesn’t summon up her childhood, I don’t know what does-

Sofia- Layla’s first crush was absolutely on that one ginger girl that taught her the freedom that comes with dance

Ain’t shit- Have you seen how homegirl treated Nabu and the boys at first? Come on-

Afraid- “ When I wake up, I'm afraid, Somebody else might take my place.” Homegirl has abandoment issues and fear of being left behind and/or replaced. It just made sense

Underwater- Honestly just a song that seemed to fit her as the princess of Andros. I mean, it’s a planet with like atleast 50% of it’s population living underwater. Also could definetely see it as a lullaby her mom used to sing to her.

Shut up and dance- Layla’s go to up beat song, you can’t convince me otherwise

Runaway- Honestly I just see tthis as her yearning for freedom away from the court, the ability to make her own choices and the life she wants to live

Princesses don’t cry- Same with Stella, the pressure of having to become queen, being hyperaware of everyone watching your every move

Sit still, look pretty- Again, Layla wanting to have her own say in what happens in her life, wanting to be active in every way possible in her life, not a mere passive bystander

Roxy:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1hOEFrvqhya9dsJys68RQa?si=4ef80d945431463d

Wake me up- “wake me up when it’s all over” her utter complete denial about wanting to do with any fairy stuff including the fairy hunters. Homegirl wanted none of it 

Téir Abhaile Riu- So first of all, Roxy’s irish so- Second it’s something that just gives Roxy a little hold onto, she loves celtic music as it’s as far as she knows (before she met the winx) the only connection she has left from her mom

Tir Na Nog- Do... Do I really need to explain this one...? The home of the earth fairies, come on-

Show & Tell- “Im’on display for all you fuckers to see.” From one normal day to these crazy girls insisting you’re a fairy, fairy hunters coming after you, hearing literal voices thanks to the White circle. Homegirl had it ROUGH and felt like every move was watched, as if she wasn’t human anymore. “ Why is it so hard to see? (Why?) If I cut myself, I would bleed (kill me) I'm just like you, you're like me. Imperfect and human, are we?”

The last of the real ones- Come on... Last Earth fairy

Sweet Hibiscus tea- “ And I'm not your protagonist, I'm not even my own. I don't know anything, I don't even know what I don't know.” Roxy had.. a very rough and long way when it comes to her path of acceptance to being a fairy. Unlike Bloom, she wanted nothign more than to just be normal.

I can’t handle change- Idk, Roxy has always struck me as a person who thrives from a routine and already dislikes change. Yet a change as big as being told you’re a fairy? I mean... Can’t blame her for acting out-

Freaks- She really felt like a freak, I imagine. Probably way before she even met the winx. Luckily for her, they are freaks too where she fits right in.

Below the surface- Everyone remember those moments where she literally got POSESSED by Nebula, fairy of war?? Yeah- “ Listen close, Follow my instructions. There is no time for introductions. He was the one that made us. You'll be the one to save us.”

You’re gonna go far, kid- I mean, her and Bloom are each others foils, right? They are so the same yet each other’s complete opposite, it only felt fitting that I’d put a song like this too in Roxy’s playlist. Also “if you can’t get what you want, well it’s all because of me” is just Roxy @ the fairy hunters and honestly- good for her.

[gabe-moore]

"Carry on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done."

Gabriel Moore is a 27 year old human. He works as a police officer tasked with handling supernatural cases to keep humans safe and the non-human community a secret. Thanks to his medium sense he is more aware of the supernatural world that exists in parallel with his own. Read bio...

"Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more."

Current threads: Nightmares | Teddy Byrne Dusty dream | Max Tybalt Siren call | Louis Thackery Investigation | Joanna Darling

[waywardsou1]

June 12TH 8:20pm i finished Supernatural. That is it. It’s done. Sam and Dean are in Heaven finally at rest. It’s all that they deserve. And they go it. I’m so elated for them to finally have peace. It really is that song. “Carry on My Wayward son. There will be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more.” They got to the end of the ride, they got to the end of the song and the end of the story. It’s been such a roller coaster. I met two boys and followed them, and we met so many more along the way. I fell in love, I made friends, I found a family. And I’m so glad k did. There are way too many emotions, way to much going through my head. I cried so much. I have never cried that much for one franchise. Not even marvel and I loved that at its peak. Supernatural is really special. It’s different. It’s so much more than a simple story or narrative. It’s a journey and it was so very beautiful. There honestly are not enough words to describe how I feel. Infatuation, eloquence, beauty, uniqueness, special. I could go on. But I think the story shows toy who it is without my having to explain it. OMG so much of this is dribble and bullshit but I have so much to say and it’s really hard to explain. I will forever hold these boys in my heart. I will never forget their journey. I will perpetually love it and hold it in such high regard. It means so much to me. And the end. It felt as much a closer for the brothers as it was for us, the viewers. Deans monologue was for Sam and with or without meaning to be on the writers part, as for us as well. And I will be grateful for every single person that had a hand in creating this show. I think them everyday. And to the actor. I’m mean c’mon those guys and girls who brought those characters to life. They are my hero’s and my inspiration everyday. They are the thing I look for in my darkest times, they are my light, they are my bright in the dark.

God I love them so much.

I am going to buy so much damn merch and print so many photos and make so many quote and art.

I am also going to write fan fiction till I die.

(Accurate at time of writing)

[waywarddaughtxr]

Carry on my wayward daughter. There'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more

This is an independent and selective OC of the TV show Supernatural.

Will only write with mutuals, 18+, loved by Shayne 21+, she/her, time zone Australia

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[hobbitinthetardis]

spotify: daylist this morning is rocking on 80s rock morning

me: BANGING I CAN DEFINITELY WORK WITH THIS

spotify: we got ozzy we got zepp we got aerosmith--

me, absolutely vibing as i answer emails: HECK YEAH

spotify: 🎶carry on my wayward sonnnnn there'll be peace when you are donee lay your weary head to restttt DONTCHA CRY NO MORE *guitar*🎶

me, now distracted for the rest of my shift with thoughts of supernatural (2005): ah shit