#(NO IT SHOULDN'T AZAZEL

[insextras]

So if Azazel has normal hands and feet, is it just coincidence that Kurt has 3 fingers and toes or did raven do that on purpose?

[xatsperesso]

Guys

What if

What if henri looked at iruma like that

Cause he's the one escorting his daughter?

[united-as-one]

work is starting back up again on friday and once it does, i won't be as active during the weekdays again at least until i get home ;;

i always cherish vacations to be able to hang around here and write some good shit more aaaaa

[hellfiyre]

Also going to the topic of bible canon/extracanon. Humans used to live a loooong ass time. Adam died at 930 years old. Human lifespan reduced over the years, especially with the wickedness before and after the Flood.

Since humans were initially made immortal, but that immortality was taken away by eating the forbidden fruit, and the further they 'strayed', the further they strayed from that immortality. Weird shit.

[hellvive]

benbraeden asked: have you given any thought to where this ends?

the end of the road was something dean winchester, a man who had saved the world at least once every year, a men of letters legacy, and frankly to tired to keep going to the end. he had thought about it to times to count. yet here was not facing ben as they drive along a long stretch of road, a once proud father figure and the boy, no ben was a man, he was a man now. no longer that little kid who followed dean like he was his shadow the snot nosed kid who looked for his complete love and admiration. how had it all gone wrong, lisa was gone, and here he was tyring to pick up the pieces. undoing the devastation of actions he believed were of pure intentions, hidden behind a veil it had been selfish intentions. he did it for his own sake. the thought of it all carved a deeper wound inside him, " to be honest i didn't think i'd live this long..nor sam, hell there were so many times i wished we'd just gone out guns blazin'. " the elder winchester openly and proudly with a sense of tiredness that comes from years of war, constant fighting, the struggle to keep ones head above the water. ben deserved honesty didn't he? it's the least he owed him after he had failed not only him, but his mother too. " i know where it ends for me ben. but it doesn't have to be the case for you, we can find this thing, and it'll be over. but 'ya need to promise me something..." the words hitch and falter and fall down his throat as he carries on with this conversation, for what he is about to say, and knowing that it doesn't end the way he wants it too. there was living proof in this car and in the form of many hunters to back it up, they don't get out of this life, and as much as he wanted ben out off it would he ever truly be done? " if you can get out and i mean really...get out. you take it and don't you ever look back. " dean saves his typical crappy speeches for much later. their are far more things that he could sayu to ben, but this would suffice for now. brows knit together in frustration, and eyes falling on ben before starring longingly back onto the road.

[pleasuregave]

Devil recalled wearing something similar. Except instead of a collar & a leash, it was a collar & a chain. Something the UN snapped around his neck whilst they were trying to apprehend Jin & him. Obviously, it didn't help much.

He rose from the bed, approaching her. ❝ I won't mind, ❞ he said with a smirk, ❝ but would you mind if I pulled on the leash ? ❞

She debated on whether she should wear her lingerie or not. If Devil was too..enthusiastic, he would just slice it to pieces with his claws. And she really wanted to save it for Jin to see, so ultimately, she decided against it. She stepped out her dress, leaving her only in her bra, panties and stockings and took out a collar and leash from the box. "This will do nicely, I think~ Deeeeevil~ You don't really mind me wearing a collar, do you~?"

[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

Sam and Dean are always withholding information from and lying to each other, constantly. That’s literally the plot of the show every season.

There are important differences between the types of "lying and withholding information" (I'm going to use the word lying primarily here going forward for simplicity but it is referring to several different types of behaviours and is not being used intrinsically as a value judgement) Dean vs Sam does, and these are fundamentally tied to their positions within their abuse dynamic (and more broadly within their roles within the larger Winchester family abuse dynamic).

Lies abusers tell, and their motivations for doing so are distinct from the types of lies told by abuse victims in an effort to manage their situation and avoid conflict (within the abuse dynamic this isn't to say that abuse victims cannot lie more generally).

Dean does sometimes tell some of the same types of defensive "lies" as abuse victims, and this shouldn't be surprising as Dean is a victim of childhood abuse. ("I'm fine" for instance, something they both frequently say when they clearly are not, and something that whilst not exactly healthy for themselves is a defence mechanism and not - generally speaking - fundamentally a harmful action to the other).

The clearest distinction between Dean's abusive lying and Sam's defensive lying: Dean lies and withholds information about Sam from Sam. Sam withholds information primarily about himself from Dean.

Dean lying to Sam about Sam or things that have happened to him, or things that Dean has done to him is a frequent and repeated pattern. Instances include, but are not limited to: lying about Sam's resurrection in "All Hell Breaks Loose", not telling Sam when he finds out about Azazel feeding Sam the demon blood as a child ("Metamorphosis"), lying about Sam having been soulless and of course the big one, lying for months on end about the Gadreel possession, both in order to obtain the 'yes' needed for possession in the first place and then in for the subsequent time during which Sam was unknowingly possessed. Dean's lies allow him to maintain a position of power and control over Sam and Sam's body.

By contrast when Sam withholds information about himself he's usually seeking to maintain control over his own self, his body, his personhood, and his agency. And to avoid negative reactions from Dean that often lead to him being hit, shouted at, or otherwise punished.

The most stark example of this contrast for me is the situation regarding the demon blood administered by Azazel.

Sam finds out about this in "All Hell Breaks Loose", he chooses not to tell Dean, this is well within Sam's rights, this is an issue that affects Sam and Sam's body and nobody else, he is under absolutely no obligation to tell Dean and he has every reason to believe, given Dean's reaction to previous examples of Sam's "otherness" that telling Dean would not have elicited a positive or supportive response.

Dean finds out about the demon blood in "In the Beginning", he proceeds to keep this from Sam and it is only brought up because Sam accidentally reveals that he already knew, its pretty clear that Dean had no immediate intention of telling Sam himself. This was not Dean's right, he has no right whatsoever to withhold information about Sam and Sam's body from him.

[scoobydoodean]

Hi, scoobydoodean! Are you of the opinion that Cas' confession parallels John's private speech to Dean before he went to take Azazel's deal which killed him. Like, they're both deals to save Dean. And they only decided to say things left unsaid about how much they loved Dean and were proud of who he was, right before they knew they were going to die. I don't know if that's a stretch, and if it's not, what does it say about Cas and Dean if it does parallel John? I don't know.

You know—I could have sworn I've mentioned that very thing before, but probably just in passing, because I can't find it in my archive. Cas and John have some interesting parallels, and I don't doubt Dean notices (and occasionally chafes) at their similarities (because their similarities tend to dig into some of Dean's biggest issues with his dad). It isn't just that Cas and John both sacrifice themselves for Dean, giving him a deathbed speech about what a good person he is (one that is touching and heartfelt but still comes with painful consequences for Dean that they don't foresee).

John and Cas have also both been known to do the following:

Ignore phone calls for weeks at a time.

Disappear without anyone knowing where they are for long periods, leaving their loved ones worrying.

Try to handle The Mission alone and ice others out of it to "protect" them.

Die leaving Dean to care for, protect, and then (if necessary) kill their sons—sons who are being pursued by powerful forces who want to manipulate and use them—sons who are not actually children.

Trade out a car for a truck, funnily enough.

John and Cas are also both soldiers, and Cas understands the soldier's mentality: The Mission comes before everything (this is what Sam and Dean ultimately clash with John over at the end of season 1). Cas has admired John's handwriting (8.08), and I think is probably a little interested in John as a model of the failed protector, though he knows Dean considers John a deadbeat (5.17). Cas has his own issues with his own father to contend with, and I think because Chuck is the absent father but not the protector father (except very specifically with Cas in a few early moments—bringing him back to life 2-3 times)... Maybe one could argue that Cas wishes god was more like John—that his absences weren't always for lack of love but were somehow mission-oriented. Chuck bringing Cas back a few times gives Cas hope that maybe his father is out there watching and caring about him and ready to help him despite his absence and silence. Even as late as season 14, Cas goes off alone to find a way to reach out to his father for help with Jack. Perhaps we shouldn't lose sight of the fact that Cas going off alone in search of help from an absent father instead of communicating with his family is part of what leads into Dean and Cas's "divorce arc". Perhaps we should consider more carefully if something underlying Dean and Cas's conflicts is how they perceive their fathers.

Maybe to an extent, quite unconsciously, Cas wants to prove that he can be absent from his family and still love and protect them from a distance... because if Cas can do that successfully, it means maybe god loves him from a distance too? Maybe he thinks it can make sense of Chuck's behavior—bringing Cas back several times but still so silent. It isn't until AU Michael tells Cas that Chuck is a writer looking at failed drafts that Cas starts to catch on—and he doesn't want to catch on, is the thing. He wants to reject Michael's narrative. Having Michael in particular (in Dean's body) tell Cas this also pits Cas and Dean's perspectives on fathers against one another—Cas's hopeful belief vs. Dean's nihilism. When Dean pleads with god on behalf of his family, he does it faithlessly because he already knows you can never count on your father to help you no matter how hard you plead and cry (1.09, 5.14, 13.01).

As for what this means for Dean and Cas? Well—I've said it before and I'll say it again—fandom could stand to calm down about the "implications" of John parallels. It's often treated like some sort of condemnation to be "paralleled" with John, but... it isn't? Sam, Dean, and Cas all have parallels with John at various points, and it doesn't make any of them bad people. It makes them messy and interesting and (for lack of a better word) human. I think Cas and Dean could have some fascinating fights along this subject and I want to see more of them. Sorry but I love it when they fight it entertains me greatly.

[transchesters]

inspired by this post. couldn’t stop thinking about it so i had to write this <3 ends abruptly but i could be persuaded into writing more 🫢

sam winchester was cursed to be an abomination before he was even born. the fates, or perhaps god himself, decided long ago that the youngest winchester brother would be lucifer's perfect vessel. sure, it was mary who made the deal with azazel — her youngest for john's life — but azazel would have wound up in little sammy's nursery, dripping his rancid blood into the baby's mouth.

somewhere down the line, sam accepted this about himself. he was an abomination, only a slight step away from the demons he hunted. when he drank from ruby, he believed it was worth it, that it was the right thing to do. he was saving lives here! but then, ruby was dead, and lilith was dead, and lucifer rose from hell. all because of *him*. he had let himself grow blind enough to be manipulated by the lowest of the low, all because she told him it would make him powerful. and if he was powerful, then he could do anything, save anyone.

how stupid he had been. he had let everyone down. dean, bobby... castiel. castiel, who should have killed him the moment they met. who forgave him each time he fell. who picked him back up, rescued him from the cage, and took on the burden of his memories. like sam was something worth saving, or protecting.

it's well past midnight when sam wanders into the main room of the bunker, rubbing at his dark-circled eyes, unaware of the angel sitting at the table who is leafing through old men of letter's records.

"sam. you look unwell."

sam blinks, though he isn't startled by castiel's presence. if anything, he is grateful for it. grateful and undeserving.

"shouldn't you be sleeping?" comes castiel's voice again, his brow furrowed as it usually is. his blue eyes are sharp and curious as sam walks his way, soon sitting down in the chair across from his.

"probably. doesn't mean i can," sam replies, peeking over to see what castiel is reading, but the angel closes the book before he gets a chance to. when sam looks up with a raised brow, the expression on castiel's face is unreadable. "what?"

"why is it that you still torture yourself, sam?" castiel questions suddenly, leaning forward as he rests his arms on the table, lacing his fingers together in front of him. when the only response he gets is a confused look from sam, he tilts his head and continues. "you have such a low opinion of yourself. even after all the good you have done, all the lives you have saved, you still think of yourself as the boy with the demon blood."

sam's face falls flat, and he stiffens in his chair. why did castiel have to be so perceptive, and so straightforward? "i dunno, man. we don't need to get into that right now," he mumbles eventually, averting his eyes from the blue ones that see right through him. he runs a hand through his hair, trying not to think about the last time his insomnia kept him up for so long.

"yes, we do. if it will ease your troubles and allow you to heal, then yes. we do."

sam thinks about that response for several seconds before he finally looks at castiel again, heaving a sigh. "why do you even care, cas? you said it yourself, the day we met. i'm the boy with the demon blood. that's what i am, above being a hunter, above being dean's brother, above everything." something about castiel's eyes urge him to spill his guts, and he suddenly can't stop talking. "i'm unclean. unholy. even after all this time, i still feel it in me. every time i kill a demon, i think about how good it would feel to drink it's blood, and then i hate myself a little more. i'm a monster, cas. i'm no better than them."

their eye contact is unwavering, and as sam falls silent, they are both still. castiel, who has become as precious to sam as dean, stares at him with a profound sadness in his eyes. sam deserves none of it.

"you could fix me," sam says suddenly, the idea hardly formed in his mind before he's latching on to it, leaning forward suddenly so he's closer to castiel. "you, you're the opposite of me. you're pure and just and perfect."

castiel blinks owlishly, his head cocked to the side in a way that makes sam want to weep. how can an angel sit before him like this and not feel anything but revulsion?

"sam, if i could heal you, i would. but there is nothing to heal. there is nothing wrong with you." castiel frowns as sam scoffs at his words, almost pouting. "there isn't. the demon blood within you is just a part of you. there is nothing to be done about it. you can fight your urges, and you can do the right thing. that's all that matters, in the end."

perhaps he means to sound reassuring, but sam just feels sick. he's shaking his head before castiel even finishes his sentence. "you're wrong. i’m wrong, on a molecular level. but you can help me!" without thinking, sam reaches out, grapsing castiel's hand in his own. he's surprised to find that castiel's skin is much cooler than that of a normal human. he's also surprised that castiel doesn't recoil from the touch. instead, their hands twine together like they have done this before. like their hands belong together.

"i want to help you," castiel says in a quiet tone, briefly looking down at their hands, feeling an unusual flutter in his chest. "what can i do for you, sam? i will do anything in my power." devotion is clear in his tone, but sam doesn't notice. he's too far gone into hating himself and trying to fix himself.

"it's angel blood. it's your blood — don't you see? you're the only one who can save me and make me right. because, despite everything, you're still here. you let me hold your hand and you heal me after hunts, even though i'm... me. but if you let me have your blood... it would cleanse me." sam isn't sure, really, where the idea came from. if he's been thinking about it for awhile, or if it all just clicked rather suddenly. but he is without a doubt that it will work. that castiel can save him.

castiel looks up from their joined hands and meets sam's eyes again. he takes in the human before him, tainted but lovely, cursed yet trying his hardest. perhaps he is right. demon blood is what ruined sam in the first place, so why shouldn't angel blood be the antidote? and even though castiel tries to rationalize it in his mind, he knows there is no point. because either way, he would say yes.

"of course, sam," he agrees quietly, an angel blade suddenly appearing in his hand.

"wait — not here. i don't want dean to..." sam trails off, because the thought of his brother walking in on this is simply too terrible to speak.

with a ruffle of invisible feathers, they are suddenly seated on sam's bed, in his simple room, devoid of personal touches that would make it truly his. castiel casts his eyes around, noting the differences between this room and dean's, who filled his with memories and mementos the moment they claimed this as their home. he returns his gaze to sam, sitting beside him so their shoulders brush. "it'll be okay, sam," he promises as he begins rolling up the sleeve of his trenchcoat, and then his white shirt, exposing his pale forearm.

sam stares at the soft flesh — unmarked unlike his own which is covered with scars — with a strange feeling in his stomach. he watches with apt interest as castiel drags the silver blade across his skin, a red line of blood following. the angel and the boy with the demon blood lock eyes again for a lingering glance, before sam takes castiel's arm in his hands and pulls it up to his lips.

[ormakeasaintofme]

#THAT MAN WAS BEATING HIS SON #THAT MAN LEFT HIS SONS ALONE FOR DAYS AT A TIME AND USED THEM AS BAIT FOR MONSTERS #THAT MAN ROUTINELY ABANDONED HIS SON FOR DAYS AT A TIME FOR SUCH CRIMES AS STEALING BREAD AND PEANUT BUTTER TO FEED HIS 12-YEAR-OLD BROTHER #DEAN COULD TELL WHEN JOHN HAD BEEN DEMONICALLY POSSESSED BECAUSE THE REAL JOHN WOULD NEVER SAY HE WAS PROUD OF HIM

sam told john "you did your best" and i whisper-screamed into the void of my empty apartment NO HE DIDN'T

[angelsdean]

literally the through-line in s2 is that dean doesn't think he should be alive. he thinks he's the unnatural thing that should've stayed dead. he feels like his life wasn't Worth saving, wasn't Worth his dad's, wasn't Worth condemning john to an eternity in hell. he feels guilty for being alive and he's also pissed and resents the hell out of john for making the ~self-sacrificing~ gesture in his name but then burdening dean with more crap like continuing his personal quest to kill azazel and also being ordered to either save his brother or kill him. the whole season just keeps building on how tired and defeated dean feels, how much he doesn't think he should be alive, how much he just wants to put right what his father wronged with his deal, and how much he absolutely does not want to and refuses to kill his brother. every episode this season just keeps reiterating this idea, pushing us closer and closer to the inevitable. so of course it ends with him selling his soul to bring sam back. it's where this was always heading. and it's not about "not being able to live without his brother" or being selfish bc dean's going to be dead soon enough anyway. it's specifically rooted in dean feeling like he shouldn't be alive anyway and dean trying to "right" the wrong john caused with his own deal.

[profmagix]

"In the wake of your leave"

Jophiel was lying down on the couch in the antique shop, he would have known three days had passed since Azazel left for Heaven had he been counting.

He frankly didn't really know why he kept returning, or why he kept staying at the shop after such big heartbreak happened in this very location; but he's a creature of habit, and the comfort it brings him outweighs the pain so he rests here. If you were to ask him why he was here, he probably would just answer that this place feels warmer, it gets more sun and is more cozy than his Mayfair apartment.

The truth was, even after its return to his possession, he still feels empty there. He had moved most of the plants inside of Azazel's living space, he had even somehow found a cardigan that would match his aesthetics hung on a door he could see (now that he thinks about it, was that a subtle gift that Azazel left for him? he feels suddenly way sadder) and has assimilated this space as his 'rest' space. Even though he doesn't really *do* rest anymore, he could only get himself to get some shut eye around Azazel, which Jophiel finds a little embarrassing but that's the only way he truly felt safe anywhere, really.

The sofa didn't feel Heavenly at all, nor did it feel especially Demonic... It just was a plain human annoyance that got created to annoy him in this specific moment.

The moment being: three days after Azazel left for Heaven.

Jophiel should probably start calling him his angelic name once more, right? But he can't really bring himself to say it, because right when he is about to remember it: it escapes him. Azazel is so ingrained into his psyche, as himself, as an angelic being; that him not being *Azazel* feels foreign...

(That or it's just the Metatron somehow impairing his praying ability to his old (is old the right word here?) friend.)

As Jophiel is to continue wallowing on the humanly annoying couch, he hears a bell chime. He is getting up quickly, his legs splay out a little as he's about to chase the customer off, but all he sees is starkly white envelope laid before the shop's doors.

He looked around outside but all he found were people just walking down the street, not really paying attention to him.

The letter, aside from being a white one could only describe as retina damaging, there was nothing else on it nor specifically adressed to him or the bookshop... Jophiel was hesitant for a second, maybe he should leave it for the other resident of the shop to collect; but he felt this urge to open it, as if it was for him.

Fortunetely (or unfortunately), it was for him. He tried not to let any teardrops drop onto the picture inside the envelope.

Of course he recognised it, he knew what this was. And he hated it.

After Azazel left him to go to Heaven, he shouldn't have the right to contact Jophiel, especially with such an intense moment.

He hated it. He hated that he did it, he hated that he was ok with pointing a gun at him, he hated that with one word he was able to erase most of his stress and follow through with a promise. The trick played spectacularly, but that didn't erase the nerves he had, and then later with the whole kerfuffle with the zombies and the tricks and the dinner.... He hated everything about that night.

(He hated that he had to lie to himself about the feelings he had.)

Jophiel kept relatively calm, he took the picture out and turned it in his hand, nothing abnormal about it aside from the wear and tear from all these years being in Azazel's possession. (He hated that he found it endearing.)

He recalled the words of that night, of trusting one and letting them do their work.

He wishes he could go up to Heaven and just scream at Azazel to finally let Jophiel love him without remorse, to trust that he was going to be protected like always.

He wishes he could go up to Heaven and just scream at Azazel to finally let Jophiel love him without remorse, to trust that he was going to be protected like always. That Jophiel was willing to fall from Grace if it meant that their love didn't need to be hidden. Either way, he'd still be on his own side; but somehow Azazel still saw Jophiel as still part of Heaven, as an angelic angel that never did wrong against anyone.

He wishes Azazel would have trusted him with the decision to love and cherish him, but all that happened was Azazel going back to Heaven and he hated it.

He hated he didn't get to say I love you, or he didn't get to say anything (do anything) that mattered enough for Azazel to stay.

Jophiel hates Heaven, Jophiel wishes he could hate Azazel (he never will, anyway).

A little writing prompt and drawing I made inspired by @asleepyy 's Oopsie Omens AU and this week's prompt challange in the OO discord too!! Had a lot of fun doing both of these :)

[lazyjellyfishcreation]

SPN time travel au lets go

Supernatural time travel au where the world ends.

Chuck wrote a failsafe into the universe when he realized that Sam and Dean were getting too competent for their won good, so when Jack kills Chuck, the failsafe triggers and whipes everything out.

The only ones left standing are Jack, whom is the new god and therefore a little more powerfull then the rest, and Sam, because of a spell Rowena put on him. Before they both die, Jack tells Sam that they can still safe everyone by going back in time. If Sam can rally hell behind him, and Jack rally's heavens angels, they can together kill chuck. If Jack can transport them to before Chuck made the failsafe, they can make this right.

And thus, Sam dies, and then wakes up roughly 19 years in the past, on the day he's supposed to leave for collage. And he does. He recons that he only has a few weeks at most to rally all of hell behind him and he cannot do that with a 22 year old Dean hanging on his shoulder, trying to protect him. (not to mentions his shitty father whom is also there and holy shit Sam hasn't thought about him for a while, but his day just got from bad to worse)

Anyhow, he wakes up in cold sweat, trows up into the toilet, and tries his very hardest not to get weepy when he sees is 22 brother for the first time again. He's so young. He's practically a baby. His eyes are full of light and he hasn't seen hell yet. Hell, he doesn't even know hell exists yet. He's still innocent and the worst thing he's ever faced is Azazel. Sam would do anything to keep him that way.

So, he leaves. he tells dad about collage, they fight. Sam has to surpress his urge to punch is father out because holy shit the man is being childish, but he manages to get away after his father punches his instead. Dean comes between them and Sam almost laughs. He had forgotten that his father punches like a bitch. He's been tortured by the devil, he died like, 8 times. that was nothing.

he doesn't go to Stanford. Or well, he does, but only to see Jess. She doesn't see him, of course. Azazel told him she was doomed to die the second she laid eyes on him, and he will not let that slide. She's so young, so innocent. Still a child by all accounts. Sam almost feels like a creep. He was almost 40 by now, even though he doesn't look it. He still loves her, he always will, but he can't love her like he used to anymore.

He leaves campus without ever checking in. He was never there to begin with.

After finding and more or less recruiting the rest of the special children, It's surprisingly easy to take over hell.

Hell is a mess.

Crowly is sort of in charge, but not really, Hell has become a lawless land in Chucks relative absence. And well, by manipulating Azazel, and killing a few demons that are not with the program, he quickly establishes himself as king, with the rest of the special children as his generals. At once, they march onto heaven. He gives strict orders to only go for Chuck. Leave the angels be, Only kill god.

And they do. With the angels, demons, Jack and Sam working together, Chuck dies, and Jack takes over.

Sam himself starts revamping hell for it previous purpose: punishing the wicked. Not only that, but punishing them with severity to their crime. Sure, theft is a sin, but you shouldn't get tortured for forever just because you took a TV that wasn't yours, you feel me?

At this point, Azazel realizes that his was a bad idea, Sam is now ultimate ruler of hell and nothing is going as planned. First and formost, he has absoulutely refused to even go near the idea of becoming the vessel for lucifer, and secondly, he's powerfull enough to actually be king of hell without him. there have been several uprisings, but sam has squashed them all down with little effort.

it's starting to become concerning.

before he can do anything about it tho, sam straight up murders him. No drama, no fanciness, Sam just striaght up stabs him in the back "That's for ruining my life you sicko" and he's dead. He doesn't deserve better.

The demons that disagree with sam start to flee at that point. trying to usurp him isn't working, but if they regroup in the mortal world, sam would be too busy ruling hell to come after them.

But no, Sam makes a deal with Crowley, Crowley becomes his official regent and rules with Sam's rules in Sam's absence, and in exchange, Sam gets Crowley's soul, just to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid like take the power for himself or something.

So now that hell is fixed (he did that in like, roughly one earth year, so 12 hell years) he can go above ground, to kill the demons that are escaping to earth and thus terrorizing human mortals.

he quickly makes a name for himself in the hunter ranks. None of them understand how this 19 year old kid is able to kill this many demons in this little time, yet every time someone has a demon problem, it's Sam who shows up, and straight up kills them, which is notoriously difficult.

Some even claim that the demons seem to fear the youngest Winchester. One or two are spreading stories that a demon called Sam 'your majesty' but nobody believes that. And that's without speaking about the other people that seem to occasionally hover around, clearly his friends, but they seem to listen to him, like he is their leader.

All in all, the hunters aren't sure what to make of him.

And then the bunkers start showing up. Safehouses all accross the country, where hunters can relax, restock and heal from injuries. It's crazy. Nobody knows where the bunkers come from, but they seem old.

Meanwhile, John and Dean have no idea what is going on. John is being his antisocial self and none of the hunters have any rush to tell the volatile man that they all think his youngest son (his pride and joy that left them) has gone completely sideways and is now terrifying. They are straight up minding their business and just avoiding them like usual.

Bobby knows. Sam explained it to him, well part of it anyway. About hell, and god and the devil. Bobby didn't take his word for it at first, but when Sam showed him hell, it all became a lot more believable. He begs Bobby not to tell his brother and father. That this is his fight and he doesn't want his brother in this mess. Bobby promises.

I will write a part two with a reunion at some point, if you want me to tag you in it, reply to it!

[deancasbigbang]

Title: For Your Love

Author: Itztigress3

Artist: Houseriot

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel Winchester, Mary & John Winchester, Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore & Eileen.

Length: 61138

Warnings: Mentions of Non-Con, Violence

Tags: Alpha!Shifter!Cas, Omega!Shifer!Dean, ash spreading, explosions, Mary's A+ parenting, John is a good dad, Happy Ending

Posting Date: October 30, 2024

Summary: Cas didn’t know a trip to spread his father’s ashes would lead him to a green eyed omega. He didn’t know his boring life would suddenly become an adventure to make sure the omega was safe and protected. Dean had his whole life planned, up until he was fourteen when Azazel took him from his life. Unsure if he would ever see home again, he did what he could to stay alive. Until a blue eyed angel rescued him on a cold rainy night.  Can they overcome their demons and move on? 

Excerpt: He nodded, clearly engrossed in the book and not me. I went back to the kitchen and got the mac and cheese prepared in the pan. I just needed about five minutes in the oven to get all the grated cheese gooey. The tenders were almost done as well.  I rose up after putting the pan in the oven and the overwhelming scent of ash filled my senses. I turned to find an unfamiliar alpha standing between me and the back door.  There was a knife in his gloved hand, he wore all black clothing. He was slightly taller than me, average build, and had long stringy blonde hair. His eyes were currently red.  “We don't have anything you want. It's best you leave before my Alpha smells you. He's our pack Alpha.” Usually, feral alphas are just looking for food and shelter, and the threat of another alpha is enough to send them packing. But he just snarled. It was the sting from a needle in my arm that made me realize he was a decoy. I spun on the one behind me, with the same all black clothes but his hair was neatly clipped, eyes a light brown but had a predatory smile. “Young omega like you shouldn't lie. We both know your parents aren't home. Come with us, we’ll leave the squirt alone.” “Poughkeepsie!” I yelled.  I knew Sam would hear me, and would know this meant trouble and he was a priority to me. I grabbed the first thing I could get, which was a kitchen knife.  “Dee…” Sam's voice trailed off at my name.  “Get him!” Brown Eyes commanded. “Run, Sam!” I yelled.  I lunged at the one close to me, I heard the front door open and shut and knew Sam would outrun the guy. He was the fastest kid at school.

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Flustered

Of all the things you had expected to happen today. You certainly didn't expect this. Your cheeks burn red. Your wide eyes looking up at the older demon.

The red-haired demon had slammed his hand onto the wall beside you. Henri's red eyes focused solely on you. He leans in closer.

You can smell the alcohol on his breath. His glasses crooked. His cheeks flushed, and his eyes glazed over. "You've been avoiding me." He growls, the low tone sending shivers along your spine.

"H-huh?" You blink in surprise. Had you really? You knew you had been busy with a few projects, but you didn't think it was that bad. "Avoiding you?" You asked.

"Yes..." He grabs your waist and pulls you close. Now chest to chest. He rubs his head against your neck, nuzzling you.

"Did i do something to offend you?" He mumbles. His beard brushes against your skin, making your breath hitch. "Don't be mad..."

You stand there in shock. Pressed between him and the wall. He has never been so affectionate before. He was usually stoic and calculating.

It takes everything in you not to squeal. Nobody is ever going to believe this! Why is your phone battery dead for devi's sake!?!?

Here, he was the leader of the demon border control acting needy and starved for attention, and you couldn't record it!!! Why couldn't you save this rare drunk moment! You shake your head, trying to focus.

"S-sir, I'm not mad." You manage to stutter out, trying not to laugh. "Good." He grunts, resting his head on your shoulder. "Don't avoid me again. That's an order." He grumbles.

"Sir, i-" "I hate when you ignore me." Your jaw drops. Pouting... the normally stern Henri Azazel was pouting!

He was so drunk he forgot where he even was! It was so tempting to mess with him a little. No! You shouldn't. He'd probably remember it.

You might as well enjoy his cuddly behavior. You stroked his long hair. "I'm sorry, sir..." He hums leaning into to more.

You huff as you have to hold up his weight. "Sir... are you sleepy?" He snuggles closer to you. You bite your lip. "Sir, let's get you to the couch."

"Don't leave..." "I'm not leaving, sir. I'm just trying to take you somewhere more comfortable." You reassure him as you tug him along.

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The next day, when Henri spots you at work, he flees the room like the devil is on his heels. One of the subordinates ask. "What's gotten into him?"

You want to laugh. His face was so cute! An embarrassed Henri was the best! His cheeks were almost as red as his hair!

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But what if actual werewolf Rin?

anon you can't ask me things like this because I'll end up rotating them all day. i was a Werewolf Girl in middle school and fundamentally, I am still a Werewolf Girl. the earth goes round and round and some things never change.

love mulling over how werewolves and lycanthropy would work in this particular universe to start out with. werewolves are demons who possess wolves, and lycanthropy is a particular kind of mashou that their bite can cause. hundreds of years ago, it used to twist and transform the body and warp the mind, but these days it can be managed with medicine as long as the patient begins treatment early. lycanthropes are rare, and there aren't many lycanthropes who can actually transform anymore. in fact, there shouldn't even be any werewolves in japan. there's no wolves.

except for the one the Illuminati brought in for their elixir research. that escaped.

the egin family never fell into ruin. yuri was never abandoned in a junkyard. she never had her fateful encounter with satan, and therefore satan never began to grow an ego. but god itself could not stop her from her true destiny: being a Weird Girl(tm), so she still grows up fascinated with demons and ends up becoming an exorcist and working for the true cross order anyways.

(she still meets shiro as a child, briefly running away from home after arguing with her parents. even after she's returned to her parents, she never forgets him.)

rin and yukio are still born. they actually get to be shiro's biological kids this time, because things end up working out between him and yuri in this universe. they get to have some happiness, I think.

(mephisto is just like. hm. well this timeline is already so weird that this might as well happen.)

things fall apart in section 13 on their own, and lucifer still abandons it, and forms the Illuminati. werewolves have high regenerative properties, so naturally, they're an enticing research subject. the escape was not part of the plan, nor was it fleeing into more populated territory. or: mephisto hears that an unfortunate child was bitten in the process of subduing the werewolf, and was therefore infected with lycanthropy.

it's okumura fujimoto rin.

(mephisto doesn't even try not to laugh. it figures that in the one timeline he's actually human, that doesn't end up lasting long. this is amusing! he has no idea how this timeline will turn out, but it's certainly intriguing enough to keep around!)

Shiro is a clone of Azazel, strengthened by elixir research, so Rin was already showing signs of being sturdier than the average human regardless of being. well. human. lycanthropy just kicked it up a significant notch.

local lycanthrope is incredibly bad at actually taking his medication, and that's really the crux of it all. local lycanthrope has ADHD. constantly forgets to take his meds once he's old enough to be expected to keep track of them himself.

rin is way more influenced by his lycanthropy than the average lycanthrope is supposed to be. he takes his medication well enough to avoid most negative effects of lycanthropy, but he's more than capable of transforming into a wolf, if he wants. which he does.

yuri voice: we can't just rely only on the medication anyways. he should make peace with his inner wolf. i'm going to teach him to meditate.

(shiro and shura are skeptical. but yuri's approach works. she's not one of the most talented Tamers of her generation for nothing.)

i feel like shura also lives with the four of them. she's part of the family. the cool big sister who teaches rin how to use a sword. it's a struggle because he keeps breaking every wooden sword she brings him for a hot minute there.

(shiro still teaches him to control his strength by teaching him to cook.)

yukio still begins to train as an exorcist early, but by that I mean, like. thirteen years old early and not single digits early. he's still a prodigy, but he's a lower ranked exorcist than he is in canon by the time he turns thirteen. he works as shiro's teacher's aide in cram school.

shiro still ends up being the paladin. no rest for you.

yuri homeschools rin until middle school. his middle school debut goes about as well as expected. he's only talked into attending high school because exorcism cram school is dangled in front of him.

incredibly funny mental image of rin having yuri's affinity for demons except he has absolutely zero talent as a tamer in spite of this. can't summon shit.

rin knows the name of his condition perfectly fine. but he's also afflicted by 'curse of biting his lip when he tries to say lycanthropy' and misspeaking a disproportionate amount of the time.

godaiin voice: my roommate is a delinquent who secretly brought his cat into the dorms with him. this is fine. i'm fine.

(he quickly learns rin isn't as scary as he seems at first glance.)

rin: (<----trying to keep the whole lycanthrope thing under wraps at cram school. not everyone's wild about that sort of thing. except he sucks at it, because he's never really tried to keep it under wraps. he is truly in refuge in audacity territory because no one expects to meet a lycanthrope in japan.)

(rin locking eyes with izumo's familiars. canine to canine communication.)