#Azazel Supernatural

[hearse-full-of-rats]

Am I stupid, because every time rewatching supernatural I'm mad confused as to why demons leave behind sulfur???

Its never even just after they died, or recently possessed someone, and i know its bc of brimstone and hellfire and stuff

but its just always there whenever there was a demon did anything

where is it found?

where'd it come from?

does it just fucking fall off their skin?

[pollsnatural]

Masterlist of polls for other characters

"Love of my life", "my best friend" etc are just names for the tiers. If you think that in your ranking system a character is at the top of your list and is your favorite, then you should vote for S tier. If you think that a character is good but not your favorite, then it's A tier. And so on (only exceptions are E tier and H tier, I think that they just kind of represent mixed feelings).

[hbo--spn]

Every Day, We Find a New Way to Cope ~

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48049423

Dean finds out something about Sam he never knew before -- Amongst other things.

They stand there, for what feels like forever, while the other waits for someone to make a move. He is waiting for me, Sam realises. Dean won't be the first one to make the move, he wants it to happen, so bad. He would never be the first one to make that choice, Dean wanted to drag Sam down to hell with him, but only if Sam did it with a smile.

In their childhood, there were no distractions, no friends, just each other. Of course they ended up fucking in a run-down neon lit hotel room at 3am after going out to the bar and picking fights for money. There was no way around it. But John didn’t want to see the product of his neglect, he wanted to pretend. And he would fucking pretend until the day he died.

[babyblue-mind]

i wonder if there’s a universe where mary took the deal, but never had sam, only dean. so mary never held up her end of the bargain. do they live a normal life? does azazel come back to collect his due in some other way? maybe he takes dean. idk

[frumious-bandersnatch-ao3]

Asmodeus prompt! Asmodeus prompt! I don’t know enough about him to give you anything more concrete but!!! I want to hear things!!!

There was something to be said for being the youngest. Asmodeus had dozens of legions at his beck and call, of course; it came with his station, but there was… none of the responsibility. Hell, no one besides Azazel had ever taken on a lick of responsibility after their Father had been Caged: always Daddy’s favorite little general, begging and suckling on every little whisper through the bars he managed to hear, crowing and strutting along to the beat of a cold and distant drum. 

Asmodeus had been content to let Lucifer rot in there, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. After the Shedim, after he’d felt claws and feathers colder than absolute zero rip wounds so deep into his true form they showed on every damned vessel he took, he knew that the reason they’d all Fallen was gone and that all that was left in Lucifer’s head was mindless rage and hopeless love for the God who’d cast them all out.

Fine, then. He could have it his way, have his damn cake and eat it too, have his fun with his Knights and with pushing the envelope further and further until God wasn’t content with him being exiled from Heaven alone, anymore, until he had to be imprisoned in Hell. Just desserts, in Asmodeus’ mind, though of course he’d wept and fought with the rest of them. Ramiel and Dagon left, after that; good for them. Azazel took up Lucifer’s banner, and Asmodeus was content with what portion of Hell he’d carved out for himself, freed up for his experiments with grace and soul and blood and bone. 

[spndemonspoll]

[boy-kings-court]

supernatural writers after season 5

[ladylightning]

i am obsessed with ruby supernatural as being one of the most unwaveringly devout characters on the show. so many angels and demons act in their own self-interest, disillusioned by god or lucifer or archangels or the entire structure of the afterlife. fine. but RUBY?!? a human. a witch. sells her soul. dedicates her life to lucifer. in death she is tortured and molded and shaped into a demon. and yet she still worships. she is recruited into the ultimate satanic plan, cast as the delilah of the apocalypse. she spends multiple years publicly siding with the beloathed winchesters, being seen as a traitor to her kind. being hunted. being tortured repeatedly at the hands of her brethren for treason. painstakingly slowly seducing sam, convincing sam. luring sam to enact the plan. she lets sam drink her blood. so much blood. she is the sacrificial lamb. she is the best of those sons of bitches. all to be killed. and she knows this. she has to have known this. and she doesn't care. she's done it, the holy work. incredible character.

[genderqueersammy]

Rip Azazel… I missed having a villain who was just constantly saying ‘Sam is my bestest, most favourite boy, the littlest meow meow ever, the centre of the world’. I think all SPN villains should follow his example

[shanastoryteller]

The day his deal comes due, Sam goes missing.

Dean tells himself it’s nothing, that he’s gotten caught up in some research, some last ditch, hail mary nonsense and that he’s just turned his phone off and everything’s fine, that he wouldn’t do something stupid, that he wouldn’t break his promise.

He tells himself that for the first two minutes after he cracks his eyes open and sees the empty bed across from him, and the first time his call goes straight to voicemail, and not much after that. Sam’s broken his promises over things significantly less important to him than his brother’s life.

Dean is dressed and in the Impala five minutes later, heart thudding wildly in his chest. He calls Bobby, Ellen, everyone he can think of, but none of them have heard from Sam, none of them have eyes on him. Sam was with him last night, even if he boosted a car, there’s only so far he can get.

He keeps calling, keep searching, desperate to stop whatever he’s trying to do, to find him, to see his brother one last time before he’s dragged to hell. To make sure Sam is going to be okay after he’s dragged to hell. But the hours tick down, the sun sets, and he can’t find a trace of him. He’s so exhausted and heart sick that when he goes to call Sam again it takes him a long time to read the number on his phone, eyes swimming, the time not making any sense.

1:03

That’s not possible.

That’s not –

His phone rings, blocking out the time with Bobby’s name across the screen, and he answers it but his throat is too thick to say anything.

“Dean?” Bobby says tentatively. “Are you – I got an email from Sam. It just said, I mean, did–“

“What did it say, Bobby?” he asks, even though he’s sure he knows.

Bobby sucks in a breath at his voice, because he knows just as well as Dean that he should be screaming in hell right now, not answering his phone. “To take care of you.”

Dean drops the phone, hears Bobby still talking as he grips the wheel and presses his forehead against the back of his hands. This is what he’d been afraid of. This is why he hadn’t wanted to mess with the deal in first place. This is the one thing he’d begged Sam not to do.

It's easy to find a crossroad.

The demon is laughing at him when it shows up, wicked grin in a pretty face. “That didn’t take you long, boy.”

It’s a different demon than the one he delt with, obviously, but Dean figures they all know the same shit, since demons are a bunch of gossips. “This wasn’t the deal. My brother lives and I die.”

“You traded your soul for your brother’s life,” she corrects, so amused by all this that all he wants to do is kill her, to exorcise her, to make her scream. “Just like your father traded his for yours. There’s no reason Sammy can’t make his own trade. Man, but is your family fucked up. Maybe if you’d just settled down like little Sammy wanted, you wouldn’t all be bargaining for each other’s lives like haggling at a flea market.”

“Untrade it,” he snaps. “My soul for him alive, come on, no year, no waiting, you bring him back and take me to hell right now.”

She laughs in his face. “You don’t have anything to bargain with, boy.”

“My soul,” he repeats, “That’s what this is about, isn’t?”

“Oh, it’s what it’s all about,” she says. “But Sammy’s a clever boy. You know that, don’t you? He didn’t trade his soul for your life, he didn’t have to. You didn’t die. No, he traded it for your soul. Sorry, honey, but your credits been declined.”

At first he doesn’t understand. Sam traded his soul for Dean’s, exactly, so there’s no reason he can’t trade it right back. Then he gets it.

She sees the exact moment it clicks, the moment despair and horror sweep across his face too quickly for him to stop them. “That’s right. Little brother owns your soul now. For some reason he didn’t think you’d take proper care of it. You have it because that’s where he wants it, but no one will be making any deals with you, Dean Winchester. You can’t sell a soul you don’t own.”

“You can’t,” he has to clear his throat, “you can’t just come in and change things at the eleventh hour-”

“Eleventh hour?” she interrupts. “Sammy made his deal eleven months ago.”

His mouth is so dry he can’t speak.

“Isn’t it funny?” she asks, head cocked to the side. “All this time, the deal he’s been trying to get out of wasn’t yours, but his own. Maybe the two of you might have even managed it, except you just wouldn’t help, would you? Insisting that he not research, that he not look for a way out, and he spent so much time trying to convince you, coaxing you to talk about your feelings when he knew you were safe, all he because he thought it would make you feel better when he was gone, because he couldn’t tell you the truth and talk about how scared he was, so talking about your fear was as close as he could get.”

Dean’s going to be sick. “Don’t – please, please, I’ll give you anything-”

“You don’t have anything,” she says, gleeful. “You want to know why I agreed? The thing that made it just too delicious to refuse? Sammy’s down there, just starting in on an eternity of torture, and all he has to do get out of it is give up your soul. It’s his, after all, and he can put the original deal back in place any time he chooses. Just one moment of weakness on his end and his beloved big brother will be on the rack instead.” She sighs happily. “It’s almost as good as anything we’re doing to him down there, the knowledge that if he slips up for even a moment then it would all be for nothing. I couldn’t have found a way to twist the knife deeper if I tried.”

There’s vomit crawling its way up his throat and he has to swallow it down before he can speak. “I can’t – I’ll do whatever you want, please, there has to be something.”

She leans forward, cruelty and delight shining in her eyes. “The only thing you can do is what you’ve been telling your precious baby brother to do for the past year. Accept it. Move on. Live a good life so his sacrifice isn’t in vain.”

God. How can she – how can Sammy expect him to –

He’s doubling over, finally upchucking what little he’s ate today, and he’s dry heaving on the dirt when he hears the fading sound of her laughter.

This can’t be real. This has to be Hell, he has to be in it right now. He has to be.

[samsocialism]

[spacedean]

DEAN WINCHESTER in one random episode per day ‣ 314/327 2.22 ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE: PART TWO

[1000deaddraculas]

Wayward Sons

[odesofmeddea]

father horror in supernatural

[spnstillstudies]

63/327 (KO-FI♡)

S4E03, “In The Beginning”

[seasononesam]

Stackednatural- 301/327

All Hell Breaks Loose: Part One(2x21) May 10th, 2007