#Cas’ last words to Crowley are “No. The Princes are all dead.” :/

[castielmacleod]

Was anyone going to tell me that the last words Crowley ever canonically says to Cas are “Sorry, Castiel” or did I just have to realise that by going through episode transcripts myself

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2021 | Day 23: Omegaverse

16 fics under the cut!

A Product of the Times | @pbandcas

Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,995 Main Tags/Warnings: Bottom!Castiel, Top!Dean Winchester, Omega!Castiel, Alpha!Dean, mating cycles/in heat, Alternate Universe - Croatoan/Endverse Summary: "Why do you do it? Why do you let him mark you in every way, other than the one you both want?" "Because. When do we ever get what we want?" In which 2009!Dean can't understand why his and Cas' future selves aren't mated.

Trapped | @vampamber

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2,451 Main Tags/Warnings: ABO, omega Dean, alpha Cas, heat sex, first time, pining Summary: Dean and Cas are trapped in a cabin during a hunt gone terribly wrong. What better time for Dean's heat to hit, right? Though at least his luck isn't all bad, because he has a nice angelic alpha to offer a bit of aide. After the emotional stuff gets worked out, at least.

Stripper-Gram | @vampamber

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,268 Main Tags/Warnings: ABO, alpha Cas, omega Dean, stripper Dean, porn with plot, Dean in panties, panty kink Summary: When the unknown omega pulled away, Castiel couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his mouth. But then reality came crashing back and he remembered that he had no idea who this stranger was that had just kissed him stupid. The alpha stepped back, if just to resist temptation because those lips were made of sin incarnate. He cleared his throat before asking “Who are you?” The omega chuckled, the sound going straight to Castiel’s libido. “Dean Winchester, at your service. I’m your stripper-gram,” he explained. He smiled when he finished, and Castiel had to stop himself from whimpering again. Until Dean’s words properly registered in his brain, that is. “Wait, stripper-gram? What on Earth?”

Falling into your life | @notfunnydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,602 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Knotting, First Time, First Kiss, Scent Marking, Omega Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester, Top Dean Winchester, Sub Dean Winchester, Bottom Castiel (Supernatural), Dom Castiel (Supernatural), True Mates, Sassy Omega, Topping from the Bottom, Abusive John Winchester, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg Summary: Castiel had just moved into his new shitty apartment when, to top it all, someone crashes through his ceiling right into his living room. Castiel is not amused and angry at the Alpha, but it turns out first impressions can be very wrong and the shy Alpha does seem cute.

When in Heat | @destielshipper4cas

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,812 Main Tags/Warnings: Allusion to past abusive relationship, Smut, Omega Cas, Alpha Dean, Top Dean, Bottom Cas Summary: All Dean wanted to do was get a drink with his friend Charlie, who owns an Alpha Service. But then a last-minute request comes in from one Castiel Novak who needs an alpha to help him through his heat. Since all of Charlie’s alphas are out on assignments, she convinces Dean to take care of Cas.

Arranged Marriage | @useless-fanfictions

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9,148 Main Tags/Warnings: alpha!Dean, omega!Cas, prince!Dean, prince!Sam, prince!Cas, dub-con, explicit sexual content, mating cycles/in heat, alpha rut, scent kink, John Winchester's A+ parenting, happy ending Summary: Alpha and soon-to-be king Dean Winchester has to step up and marry an omega from another kingdom to unite the two. Dean is upset about his bachelor life ending until he gets the chance to talk to the omega Castiel.

milles éclairs | @thanks-tacos

Rating: Mature Word Count: 11,902 Main Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort,Past Abuse,Alpha Castiel,Omega Dean,Hurt Dean,Arranged Marriage,Misunderstandings,Angst,Fluff,Alternate Universe - Roadtrip, timestamp Summary: Cas is pissed, he's pissed at Dean, and it's all Dean's fault. This is the first time he made Cas this mad, and the first time he can't sense any guilt or remorse in the alpha's scent. He's just angry, angry at him, and he doesn't try to hold it back. They're in the middle of Yellowstone National Park, surrounded by trees taller than mountains. There's no service, no way to contact anyone, and Dean can't walk. And it's all his fault.

Music to his Ears | @envydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,035 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, truemates, Rejection, Bonding, Masturbation, Claiming, Scenting, brief mention of past Dean/Benny, Hospitals, Hurt!Sam, Hurt/Comfort, made up ABO medical stuff, Hurt!Cas, omega!cas, Alpha!Dean, Bookstore Owner Castiel, Pianist Dean, Bar Owner Benny, Mating, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: On the way home from work, Castiel hears the lilting tune of a piano and eventually goes to investigate. When he does he finds his mate in Dean Winchester, who rejects him right off the bat, sending Castiel into a debilitating heat. Ending up in hospital, Castiel and Dean finally meet again... Series Part 5 of SPN ABO Bingo 2017

Cursed | @destielshipper4cas

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 17,594 Main Tags/Warnings: Strangers to Lovers, Pining, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alpha Dean, Omega Cas, Bottom Cas, Top Dean Summary: Dean’s dick has been cursed and Castiel, best healer witch this side of the woods, is the only one who can help. Only lifting the curse turns out to be more difficult than expected.

No need for an Alpha | @notfunnydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 21,821 Main Tags/Warnings: Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel , Abusive John Winchester, Angst with a Happy Ending, Michael is an asshole too, abusive behaviour against Omegas,First Kiss, First Time, Love Triangles, Knotting, Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, Bottom Castiel , Switching, Sexting, in Panties (both of them), Mating, Modern AU, Bakery AU Summary: Dean doesn’t need an Alpha, he can take care of himself, thank you. Sure he met this cute Alpha online, but there is one problem: He lied about his own second gender online. And then there is this Alpha group that comes into his bakery every thursday and makes his life even harder. Even though one of them… seems different.

On Breeding Vacation | @destielshipper4cas

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23,345 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Dorks in Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Omega Cas, Porn with Feelings, Alpha Dean, Mpreg, Top Dean, Bottom Cas Summary: Cas wants pups, but without an alpha, that dream seems out of reach. Luckily, fertility ranches have long since specialized in giving omegas who are incapable of being loved the family they so desperately desire.

Alpha Spunk | @destielshipper4cas

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 24,763 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Pining, PWP, From Sex to Love, Heat Sex, Rut Sex, Omega Cas, Alpha Dean, Top Dean, Bottom Cas Summary: In order to alleviate bad heat cramps, Cas’ doctor recommends ‘potent alpha seed.’ At the drugstore, he not only gets his prescription filled, but meets the sexiest alpha alive…

boulderplains, AZ | @thanks-tacos

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 27,942 Main Tags/Warnings: Omega Dean,Alpha Castiel,Bottom Dean, Top Cas, Past Abuse,Arranged Marriage,Alternate Universe - Domestic,Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con,Dubious Consent,Misunderstandings,Mentions of Violence,Hurt/Comfort,Healing,timestamp Summary: It takes Dean a while to recover, but he leans into Castiel's side all the same. As he calms, so does Castiel's heart, confused and slamming against his ribcage, undecided whether he should be aroused or scared or handling an emergency. It will be okay, Castiel tells himself, firmly. It will be okay. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know if he believes it.

What A Difference A Year Can Make | @vampamber

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 31,385 Main Tags/Warnings: ABO, Mpreg, omega Dean, alpha Cas, recreational drug use, true mates Summary: True mates. Something that rarely happens, and then only between an alpha and an omega. So the electric shock that Castiel felt the first time they touched had to be something else, because they were both alphas. At least, that was what Dean had claimed. And two people fitting together so perfectly, that could happen to anybody really, right? When Dean’s secret finally comes to light, though, it’s only a big deal until something bigger comes along. A lot bigger. Nine months worth of bigger. But they can make it through anything as long as they have each other. Even things like abrasive family members, body image issues, and out of control hormones. As unexpected as it was, and as awful as some of the changes felt, it still ended up being the best thing that had ever happened to either of them. It’s always amazing just how much can change in just one year’s time.

Lacuna (WIP) | @wynterfiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 48,141 Main Tags/Warnings: Omegaverse, Alpha!Castiel, Omega!Dean, Prostitute!Dean, Prince!Castiel, Bottom!Dean, Top!Castiel, Angst and Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Non-con (not between Dean and Castiel), slow burn, AU - Historical Summary: It's no wonder Castiel, Third Alpha Prince of England, feels the need for some freedom and independence when there are constant expectations thrown at him. So when the opportunity to leave everything for a few months appears before him, he takes it. Freedom feels amazing. But he never expected to find something even better. Dior is a high-end omega prostitute at one of the better brothels in Paris. He's not sure how life has managed to fuck him over like this.

Angels and Demons | @clarrisani

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 51,879 Main Tags/Warnings: Mpreg, Miscarriage, Torture, rape Summary: Demon Dean has captured a weakened Castiel and is intent on mating with him despite Crowley's advice. Sam is dead set on finding Dean and Castiel and asks the angels for help.

[dothwrites]

spn15 spec, destiel, post 15.18, mcd?? sort of???

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And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend.--Antoine de-Saint Exupery, The Little Prince

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Castiel opens his eyes in nothingness. 

It’s not dark, though the air which presses around him is thick onyx. There is neither gravity nor weightlessness here. Castiel exists but he does so in a void so barren that he doubts his own mind. He opens his mouth to call out, but no sound escapes. 

Castiel exists in ignorance for one, glorious moment. Then the weight of memory crushes into him. His chest buckles underneath the pressure. He tries to scream, but the vast emptiness swallows the sound. 

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“Cas, we can fight this!” 

Dean, his Righteous Man, Dean, the shining beacon, his friend...The first real friend he’d ever made. Dean is ready to fight. Dean would fight God, has indeed fought God. But he can’t fight this. 

The door shudders in its frame. Blow after blow rains down on the weakening wood. Already, the wood is splintering under the assault. The thin strip of light at the bottom of the door disappears underneath a sea of writhing black. The Empty is here. It wants what it was promised.  

“Dean,” he says. He intends to say much more--It’s too late, let me go, thank you--but his voice cracks on the single syllable of Dean’s name. 

He wants to stay. God help him, but he wants to stay. 

“No, dammit Cas! You don’t get to give up! We can fight this thing, we can keep running, we can...” Dean’s voice trails off into nothing as he looks wildly around the small room. 

Though he might protest, Castiel knows that Dean is a man bailing out a sinking ship. In his heart, Dean knows the battle is already lost. But he’s still defiant, still clinging to the faintest shred of hope.

Castiel loves him for that. 

“You fought for the whole world.” Castiel’s voice is weak and pale against the ear-shattering thunder of the Empty’s attempts to break into the room. 

“Cas, no--” 

“But you can’t fight for me.” 

The words shatter something vital in him. Castiel gasps as the agony shreds through him. He thought there would be more time. He thought that happiness was an ideal that no one could ever reach. He thought there would be time, he doesn’t want to go, he wants to stay--

“Cas, I can’t...Not again, I can’t lose you again, please don’t go--” 

Black seeps into the room, slender tendrils snaking across the room towards where they stand. Castiel feels every second ticking away. He’s lived for millennia, seen worlds and empires rise and fall, felt the passing of centuries like nothing more than a passing breeze. Millions of years, and now, when it means everything, he has no time. 

Castiel cups Dean’s cheek with one shaking hand. If this is it, then he doesn’t want to leave with any regrets. “Dean,” he croaks. That word has become his compass, his prayer, the star to which he hitched his wagon. 

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to leave you. If I had a choice, i would stay. I would stay with you through every sunrise and sunset, through every moment, the mundane and extraordinary alike.” Castiel’s voice catches in his throat as the door finally shatters and darkness pours into the room. 

“You’ve taught me everything, Dean, and I...I’m so grateful that I got to know you. Without you...” 

Castiel can’t continue. He’s immeasurably grateful for all he’s experienced with Dean, but he’s always been greedy. He wants more. He wants to see Dean’s hair continue to silver until it’s soft and grey. He wants to go fishing with Dean and discover the peace inherent in the activity. He wants to watch Jack grow into his own and Sam start a family. He wants, with a fierceness that takes his breath away. 

Darkness curls around his ankle and winds its way up his calf. 

Dean shakes his head. Tears well in his eyes but refuse to spill over, though his lower lip shakes. “Please,” he asks, tilting his head into Castiel’s palm. “I can’t...how am I supposed to do this without you?” 

Castiel starts to respond, but his voice is cut off by the swift, hard press of Dean’s lips into his. His heart jolts and gutters in his chest before it picks up again, beating so hard he thinks it might escape through the confines of his ribs. 

“I love you.” 

The words tumble out of Castiel’s mouth, the same as they did years ago when he was rotting from in the inside out. The same frantic need consumes him now as it did then, when every beat of his heart dragged him closer to the edge of oblivion, when seconds were more precious than gold, when he was so close to losing everything--

Dean sobs. He clutches the lapels of Castiel’s coat and kisses him, teeth bruising behind his lips.

Castiel’s whole lower body is engulfed in darkness so complete that it feels as though it’s ceased to exist. His whimper is lost in Dean’s mouth. 

“No,” Dean gasps, pulling away. Castiel already knows the cause of Dean’s denial. He can feel it, creeping up his chest and shoulders, slithering down to his arms. He remembers how it was to be devoured, remembers the noxious black ooze of the Leviathan crawling through him, but this is worse, is so much worse, because now he knows what Dean’s lips taste like, now he knows everything he has to lose--

“Cas, I love you,” Dean tells him, though his words echo strangely. The Empty crawls up his throat. Castiel chokes on it, but he doesn’t dare to blink. He can’t lose a second of this, of Dean’s face, horrified and tear-stricken though it is. 

Seconds tick away like centuries, Dean’s face in front of him. Castiel can’t hear what he’s saying, but he can see the words shaped on his lips. 

I’ll find you, I promise, I’m coming for you, Cas, Cas, I love--

And then. 

Empty. 

---

With the image of Dean’s face in his mind, Castiel screams. 

There is no sound in the Empty, but he screams anyway. His agony and loss pour out of him, his grief and fear. Everything that he’s lost, Dean--

Castiel screams until his voice cracks and breaks, until his throat is shredded and raw, until he tastes blood in the back of his throat. 

Hollow, he slumps to the side, curling into himself. His one consolation was that he would at least be asleep for the rest of eternity. He wouldn’t have to live with the weight of everything he’d lost. Now, even that slender comfort has been ripped from him. For the rest of time, he’ll have to exist with the memory of Dean’s glassy eyes, with the sound of Dean’s choked voice echoing through his skull, with the phantom ache of Dean’s lips against his. Castiel shudders, sobs ripping out of his throat. 

“Jesus. So much for helping.” 

Castiel blinks. The sound of another voice is foreign in this void where nothing should exist. He rolls over, looking up at the sardonic face staring down at him. 

“Ruby,” he rasps, then remembers himself. 

That’s not Ruby. 

“Go away,” he mutters. He wraps his arms around his legs, pressing his forehead to his knees. There’s no point in having pride here, not when time is meaningless and every second is a torture. The Empty already knows his secrets, though why it chose Ruby’s form to torment him is a mystery. 

“Look feathers, you were the one who screwed the pooch on this whole ‘fixing eternity’ thing. So I think I’m going to stick around for a bit.” 

“There’s no point,” Castiel says miserably. “You got what you wanted. I’m here. I’m suffering. What more could you possibly want from me?”

“Were you dropped on your halo? I told you what I wanted the last time you were here. I want out, you moron. I told you to find a way out, and you wound up here, which is kind of the opposite of what I asked.” 

Castiel blinks slowly, lifting his forehead from his knees. “Ruby?” he asks. 

Ruby rolls her eyes and sighs for dramatic effect. “Yeah, dumbo. You know, I’ve only been trying to tell you that since the beginning.” 

“I can’t trust that.” Castiel remembers all too well the last time he was here, the jolt of pleasure at seeing Meg once more only to realize that the Empty was aping her appearance to hurt him. “The Empty, it takes on your visage, your memories--”

“Yeah, you’re just going to have to trust me on this.” Ruby’s eyes flash black. “You know, as much as you can.” 

“I’d pay attention to her, Clarence. If you don’t, then she’ll probably kick your ass.” 

Castiel knows that voice. He whirls around. Meg’s face greets him, a tiny smirk twisting her lips upward. “Meg,” he whispers, an odd combination of grief and happiness twisting in his chest. 

“The one and only,” she assures him. 

A small shred of doubt clings at the back of Castiel’s mind, but he has to trust in something right now. Even if it’s two dead demons. 

“Castiel. So lovely to see you again. Though I can’t say that I agree with the company you’re keeping these days.” 

Make that three dead demons. 

“Crowley,” Castiel breathes. 

The demon looks exactly the same as he did  the day he died. His suit is pristine, down to the pocket square. He looks at Meg and Ruby with disdain before he turns that expression on Castiel. “I suppose you’re doing your biannual visit to this dump? Feel like taking any passengers out with you when you make your escape this time?” 

“I’m not...I made a deal,” Castiel whispers. He made a deal to save his son and he’ll never regret that, not for a second, but then he thinks of Dean’s face. “I’m not leaving.” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so negative, Cassie. You do have a way of wriggling out of the tightest of places.” 

Mingled guilt and joy sear through Castiel as he turns around. Balthazar’s familiar face looks at him. Balthazar raises an eyebrow. “No hug?” he asks. 

“I don’t understand,” Castiel breathes. Surrounded by ghosts from his past, he feels weak. “None of you should be awake. That’s the whole point of this place. All of us, asleep, forever.” 

“That’s the way it should be, but you have a habit of wrecking the natural order.” Castiel winces at Anna’s cool voice. Though there’s no real judgement in her voice, there’s also no real warmth. “It’s been changing here, ever since your last visit.” 

“I woke it up.” 

“And because you woke it up, we all started to awake as well.” Hannah’s calm voice joins their small group, though it’s growing steadily larger. “All of us, demons and angels, started awaking. At first, it was just for moments, but lately, it’s been distracted. More of us have been able to stay awake for longer. Eventually we started finding each other.” 

“That’s my boy,” Meg says, unmistakable fondness in her voice. “Shaking up the natural order, wrecking the whole of the afterlife.” 

Castiel’s eyes dart between all of them, former enemies, allies, and friends. “Is this all of you?” 

“Were you not listening? Did they not just tell you that we’ve all been waking up, at least a little bit?” 

Gabriel pops into existence next to Castiel. Despite himself, Castiel jerks back in surprise. 

“So, what’s it going to be, Cas? Are you going to just pop out of here like always?” Crowley brings Castiel’s brain back to the present. 

When he made his deal, he made it with full awareness that there was no coming back. He accepted that burden because he knew it was the only way he could save Jack. 

But that was before he felt Dean’s lips against his, before he heard the words fall from Dean’s mouth. I love you. 

When he made the deal, he had never heard those words directed at him. When he made the deal, he had nothing to fight for. 

Now he does.

He made a choice long ago. You don’t have to be ruled by Fate. You can choose freedom. 

Castiel looks at all of them, demons and angels alike, and makes a choice. 

“We’ve got work to do.” 

[nickelkeep]

The Devil You Know

Pairing: Sam/Gabriel Rating: Gen Word Count: 4605 Warnings: AU - If you don’t like Sam as the King of Hell, this ain’t for you. On Ao3

“Sam!” Dean called into the library, “Can you come out to the War Room for a minute?”

Sam pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes before marking his page and closing the book he was reading. He stood up and stretched, careful to make sure his body popped and cracked in all the proper spots.

He made his way into the War Room to see Cas and Dean standing over a map marking various locations. “What’s going on? A case?”

Cas shook his head. “Not exactly. Remember when you stated that there would be no new King of Hell?” Sam nodded in confirmation. “Turns out the Demons are about to have their own Civil War.”

“The signs and the omens we’ve been researching, not an apocalypse. Think of them as battles over turf.” Dean added. “They’re organizing whether we like it or not.”

“So you’re saying I should have put my weight behind that Kipling guy?” Sam scoffed. “No. He was a million times worse than Crowley. And we barely liked Crowley.”

Cas and Dean looked at each other briefly before Dean gave Cas the go-ahead to speak. “There may be a better idea.”

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” He looked at Dean, who was shaking his head no. “Clearly, Dean doesn’t.”

“It may be the only choice we have, but depending on who takes over for Heaven, we may not have a better option.”

“What does that even mean, Cas?”

Dean spoke up. “What Cas is trying to get at is that there’s someone alive who has a strong claim to the throne, that Heaven may leave alone.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “You.”

“What?!” Sam’s head shot back forth between the angel and his brother. “You two are joking, right?”

“Sam. You are clean, you are pure. You would go to Heaven if you died tomorrow.” Cas paused. “But you are still technically marked by Azazel. You are his chosen. The demons would honor it. They have to.”

“Dean, listen to him, you can’t agree with him,” Sam pleaded.

“He’s got a point, Sam. And you don’t have to go to Hell. Technically, you can’t.” Dean ran his hand down his face. “Plus, we could clean up the mess that is down there. No more Demon Deals, only put the genuinely horrible people down there, no more sneaky shit. I would trust you if you were in charge.”

Cas held his hand up. “The catch is that Heaven would have to approve. While Hell is its own Domain, an angel – Lucifer, was sent down there oversee it. And when he was placed in the cage for trying to cause an uprising, a set chain of command was put in place.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Sam sat down at the head of the War Table. ”This is my life. I have the Hunter Network to run. I go on hunts with you guys. We’re raising Jack. Don’t you think that’s enough for me?”

“Sam, if we can implement good changes to Hell, you would be a leader only in title, just like the leader of Heaven.” Cas walked over and clasped Sam’s shoulder. “We wouldn’t be so adamant if we didn’t think you could handle it.”

“Plus, we’ll be right there with you Sammy. Like always.”

“It’s only if Heaven says Yes, anyway.” Sam ran his hand through his hair. “Let’s get started, Dean. Go work your magic, Cas.”

xxx

“Gabriel!” An angel - Inias, the Archangel believed his name was - shouted, and came running up to him. “You walk the earth!”

Shit. Gabriel stopped and put his hands in his jacket pockets. “I didn’t realize it was a myth.”

“This is amazing. Castiel said that you had died. And now, when we need you the most, you’ve returned. Oh, forgive my manners.” Inias bowed at the waist before standing up straight. “Won’t you come home? The other angels will be thrilled to see you.”

“Hah!” A cold, harsh laugh escaped the Archangel’s typically jovial lips. “Wait, you were serious?” Gabriel clasped Inias’ shoulder and pulled him closer. “There’s a reason I left Heaven over a millennia ago. And I sure as hell don’t want to come back now.” He gently set the lesser angel back upright, brushing some lint off the front of Inias’ suit jacket and patting his chest. “You can pass that on to whoever’s in charge up there.”

“No one.”

“Excuse me?” Gabriel cupped his hand behind his ear. “I don’t think I heard you clearly.”

Inias took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “There is no one in charge of Heaven. Right now? You’re the highest-ranked angel, besides Castiel, and he’s fallen.”

“If Cas is considered Fallen, then I hate to break it to you kid. I’m way, way, worse off than he is.”

“Please, Gabriel. You don’t even have to stay in Heaven. Just pop up every now and then. We need a leader to unify us. Especially with Hell trying to unify under a leader again.”

The Archangel smirked curiously. “Hell’s trying to unite? Under who? Lucifer’s gone. Crowley’s dead. All the Princes and Knights are gone. It’s just a bunch of pissants trying to covet an empty throne.”

“Just come up and talk to Naomi?” Inias pleaded. “You won’t be trapped, you know none of us could keep you there. We just need guidance and some to help us rebuild. And perhaps, if you’re up top, it’ll keep them from organizing down there.”

“Fine.” Gabriel sighed and put his hand back on Inias’ shoulder. “Hold on tight.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers, instantly transporting them. The hallways of Heaven were cold and clinical. With the number of the Host dwindled down to the extremely low double digits, it was a slim upgrade above abandoned. Gabriel looked around, taking in familiar sights before being led to the prison block.

“Why are we here?”

Inias frowned. “After the Shadow attacked, Naomi was deemed unfit to lead. We couldn’t expel her, as we need all the power we can get. She’s sitting in a cell.”

As they came to the front of her cell, Naomi stood up in shock at the sight of the Archangel standing before her. “Gabriel? We were told that you died. Killed by a different Michael.”

“Clearly, that’s not the case.” Gabriel spun in place and made his best jazz hands motion before returning to his serious expression. “Being in power didn’t suit you well, Naomi?”

“I was never meant to be in power. I didn’t want it. But because I had controlled Castiel at one time, the Host looked towards me to lead them.”

“Just because you’re a reconditioner, doesn’t mean you’re a leader.”

“I know that, Gabriel!” Naomi cried out. “I tried my best. I even tried to get Castiel back into Heaven. He’s the one who won’t stay because of his status as Fallen.”

“So, you have angels like Inias here, searching for any angels who didn’t come home after the Fall?”

“That wasn’t my doing.”

“It was my choice, as well as a couple of others, Gabriel. It was dual-purpose. Let them know that they could come home. I thought we could see if there were any angels capable of leading the Host.”

“Angels aren’t meant to lead the host. You would have been better making a Democracy.” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m not even a leader. I’ve spent millennia running from responsibility.”

“We’re not asking you to make laws or rules Gabriel,” Naomi was practically pleading. “Those are already in place. If you want to make changes, by all means, go ahead. You know we need them. We just need a figurehead to guide us in God’s name. Please.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers and removed the bars from Naomi’s cell. “First change. Get out of the damn cell, and get back upstairs.”

“Does this mean you’ll do it?” Inias questioned.

“Not yet. Get all the angels in the throne room, but don’t tell them I’m here. If I’m doing this, I want to make sure they’re all on board.”

Naomi and Inias bowed before exiting the prison wing. Gabriel looked into Naomi’s former cell. What have I gotten myself into?

xxx

Cas arrived to find all the angels congregating in the throne room. He slipped into the room as well and moved to stand next to Inias. “What is going on?”

Inias turned to Cas and smiled. “Hopefully good news. Everyone is here except for the few angels who refuse to return.”

“That’s actually good. I wanted to bring a suggestion on who could take over as the King of Hell.” Cas was going to continue, but the doors to the throne room opened again, allowing entrance for… “Gabriel!?”

“Hello, Castiel!” Gabriel turned to the rest of the angels in the room. “Hello, everyone!”

“No, this is impossible. Sam and Dean watched you die.” Cas stepped forward, moving closer to his brother. “We mourned you. Sam was devastated.”

Gabriel’s previous joy flatlined. “If a Seraph can do it, why can’t an Archangel? You’re not the only one who got out of the Empty.”

“And you couldn’t go to Sam?”

“That’s enough, Castiel. We’ll talk after I talk to the Host.”

Cas knew a dismissal when he heard one and snapped his mouth shut. It didn’t stop him from noticing the pain in his brother’s eyes, however.

Gabriel all but waltzed to the throne and stood in front of it. “Many of you know that the last thing I want is to sit in this chair. I’ve done everything I can to shirk the responsibility that came with being, well… Me.” He spared a glance at Cas before looking back to the rest of the angels. “But, I know that right now, until good old Dad reappears, you need a rallying point.”

The angels in the throne room started talking excitedly in hushed whispers to one another. Cas looked at Inias who smiled and nodded.

“I will be the Commander of Heaven, with some conditions,” Gabriel announced to polite applause from the rest of the Host. Cas stood in place, slackjawed in disbelief. Gabriel signaled to the room to cease their clapping. “As you all know, I can’t stay in one place. If you really want me to lead, you need to understand that I’m only going to be popping up here like once a week, or if an emergency occurs. I’ll have a team to handle the day-to-day.”

It took no convincing for the angels to accept Gabriel’s terms as the Leader of Heaven, although Cas was against it. If Gabriel became the Leader, he wouldn’t allow Sam to become the King of Hell. He’d deem it too risky. Cas turned to leave when his brother called out to him.

“Cas, leaving so soon? I know you wanted to talk.” Gabriel walked up next to him and stood close. “There’s a lot for me to catch up on.”

“What is there for me to say? The rest of the Host can catch you up on current events.” Cas tried to walk away as Gabriel stepped in his path.

“I think you came up here for a reason. According to the others, you don’t come up here often.”

Cas shook his head. “I already know that the request I had of Heaven will be turned down, especially now that you’re in charge. And I honestly don’t think you want anything to do with me or the Winchesters. Otherwise, you would have found us.”

Gabriel looked around before grabbing Cas’ arm and pulling him out of the Throne Room. “You think I want this? You think this where I thought I would be after running away?”

“I don’t know what to think, Gabriel. Sam and Dean watched Michael kill you. I thought you dead. We mourned you. Instead, I find out you’re back, by finding you in Heaven. The last place you said you ever wanted to be. You said that to me. Over in the other universe.”

He let go of Cas’ arm and slouched back against the wall. “I’ve only been out of the Empty for less than a month. I was trying to find my back way to Sa- all of you. Inias found me.” Gabriel picked at a string on the cuff of his jacket. “I figured, if I didn’t have to stay in Heaven as the leader, I could use the resources to find you, and it would speed up my search.” He looked back up to Cas, honesty shining in his eyes. “When Inias said you were Fallen, and Naomi confirmed it, I figured it would be even harder to find you, so I would need those resources to find you.”

“The rest of the Host lets me come and go as I please. They still welcome my Grace as an extra battery.”

Gabriel shrugged. “I really was trying to find you three. That bunker is extremely angel proof, huh?”

“Yes. Jack and I are the only ones who can get in and out freely.”

“It’s warded against me?” Gabriel sounded hurt, much to Cas’ surprise.

“Against all Archangels. We had an incident with the other Michael. And Lucifer.” Cas hung his head, hoping to change the subject. “We thought you were dead. There would be no reason to have an exception made into the sigil with you dead.”

“Fair.”

“There are other ways of contacting us,” Cas responded dejectedly.

“Right, cause Angel Radio wouldn’t pick up on me broadcasting.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest. “So what were you going to ask of the host?”

Cas shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. There’s now a Leader of Heaven, and you won’t approve.”

“You wound me, brother.” Gabriel grabbed at his chest, feigning an injury. “At least ask. The worst I say is no.”

“And then stab me with an angel blade,” Cas muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“I said there’s a situation involving Hell.”

“Yeah, I heard about that. One of the reasons Inias wanted me back up here.” Gabriel pushed himself off the wall and stood up straight. “What can you tell me, I’m sure you and the Winchesters were looking into it.”

“They don’t have a leader. So they’re fighting over boundaries, territories; the smallest things are setting off small battles.”

“Ok, I’m assuming there was an idea, and you wanted to run it by the Host.”

“There is somebody viable for the Throne. Someone that can be trusted.”

Gabriel laughed. “Angels rarely trust Demons, Cas. What Demon-”

“Sam.”

Cas watched as his brother went deathly still. All emotion left his face, and Cas couldn’t feel anything emanating from the Archangel.

“Leave, Castiel.”

No other words were necessary. Cas left, the proverbial tail tucked between his legs.

xxx

Dean watched as his brother collapsed into a chair. Cas had come back not only with news that the angels had found someone to lead them, that the leader had told him no to their plan, and that the leader was none other than the Archprick known as Gabriel.

Sam was ricocheting through the stages of grief in front of him and Cas, and they couldn’t stop it. Dean leaned into Cas to whisper in his ear. “Stay with him? I’m going to take care of a few things.” Cas pulled back and cocked his head to the side in confusion. “I’m serious. If I need you, I’ll pray and say ‘Poughkeepsie.’ If I say that, get Sam somewhere safe and come to me. I won’t be far. I’ll tell you where I’m at in the prayer.”

“I don’t like this, Dean.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like this,” he discreetly pointed to Sam, “either.”

He clasped Cas’ shoulder and headed to the armory where they stashed all their weapons. As he looked through their melee weapons, Dean came across the blade he was looking for, and slid it up the sleeve of his flannel, as Cas had shown him how to do.

After cutting through the garage, and closing the bay doors behind him, Dean started to pray aloud. “Gabriel, I hear you’re alive you son of a bitch. I will never doubt Cas, but I need to see you with my own two eyes. If you’re alive and real, show yourself.”

“I’m not sure if you’re trying to antagonize me, or if you’re actually trying to help me.” Dean looked to his right to find that Gabriel had come as called. “You know I couldn’t find this place? Did Cas tell you that? ‘Cause I know I told him that.”

Dean slowly nodded. “He mentioned it. Doesn’t make it any less true that there are other ways to find us.”

“Yes, because I have your phone numbers memorized.”

“There are other people who would have helped you find us, asshole.” Dean let the blade drop out of his sleeve and he pointed it at Gabriel. “What’s the whole point of making yourself known? Are you trying to hurt Sam again? Cas? Hell, I was even upset over your death, and I barely tolerate you on most days.”

Gabriel frowned, his eyes following the blade in Dean’s hand. “An Archangel Blade? Are you threatening me?”

“I’m protecting my family. The one you’re hurting at the moment.”

“Can I see Sam?”

“For what reason? To deepen his wounds? To tell him how much you don’t trust him?” Dean scoffed. “Shit, Cas told us that all he said was Sam’s name, and you shot down the plan before you even heard it.” Dean closed his eyes and prayed silently to Cas that he was outside the Garage and to keep his ears on. “Do you even care what’s going on? I mean, old habits die hard. Trust me, I know.”

“You’re testing my patience, Dean.” Gabriel took a few steps forward. “Did I not prove to you that I was ready to fight to protect you, and Castiel and most of all Sam?”

“Oh, you did. I’m not denying you died for us.”

“And now you want to throw Sam to the wolves and have him rule over Hell? Yes, let me waste throwing my life away to have him do that.”

Dean prayed to Cas while Gabriel was yelling at him. “Cas, I know you’re listening. Ask Sam if he wants to see Gabe.”

“I will not have him down there. I will not have him become a Demon. Not when he’s done so much. Not when he can finally go to Heaven when all is said and done.”

“You really should have let Cas explain the idea, Gabe.” Dean ran his hand down his face as Cas opened the door to the Garage. “Stay here.”

Dean quickly crossed to Cas. “What does Sam want?”

“He didn’t even hesitate. He said yes before I finished the question.” Cas looked over at Gabriel, who was watching the two of them talk. “I changed all but the last sigil on the way here. Do I change this last one?”

“Yeah, Angel. Go ahead.” Dean kissed Cas on the temple before walking back over to the Archangel.

He flipped the blade in his hand and offered the hilt to Gabriel. “I’m pretty sure you know this is yours.”

“Yeah.”

“Sammy wants to see you. But so help me, Gabe, if you hurt him again-”

“You don’t have to threaten me. If I hurt him again, it’s on me. One-hundred percent.” Gabriel took his blade and walked towards the open doors.

xxx

Sam had told Cas that he wanted to see Gabriel, but now he doubted that decision. Dean had gone outside to pray and call him to the bunker, and he was there, now. Sam sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee keeping his hands busy while he waited for Gabe to join him.

“Hiya Sam.” Gabe leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, a sad smile playing across his mouth. “A little crow told me you were willing to see me.”

“Yeah, uh.” Sam swallowed hard. “Hi, Gabriel.”

“Can I join you?”

Sam nodded and watched as the Archangel sat across from him.

“So.”

“So.” Sam nodded in agreement, his eyes suddenly focusing on his coffee instead of the whiskey gold eyes across the table from him.

After a few moments of silence, Gabriel tried to start the conversation again. “I’ve heard a bit about your accomplishments. Starting up a network of hunters, keeping track of them, keeping dibs on the weird stories of the day and forwarding them to right people.”

“Yeah. I, uh, realized that Dean and I, we’re getting older. We’re slowing down. We need to pass our knowledge and skills on to a newer generation of Hunters. We can do this and still be helpful. Dean and Cas can train them, I can teach them. Rowena’s even helping out.” Sam offered a little smile while trying to remain modest.

“That’s great, Sam. So why do you want to throw it all away to be the King of Hell?”

Sam frowned. There it was. “I don’t have to throw it away. I can handle both.”

“You think you can Sam. It’s not a walk in the park.”

“And you think any part of my life has been?” Sam sat up straight, his body and mind going into defense mode.

Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose. “No. That’s not what I meant.” He let out a heavy sigh. “I just found you, and you’re already going to run off and put yourself in a position that could get you killed.”

“I’m a hunter. I have died plenty of times Gabe.”

“That’s beside the point. I won’t have it on my watch.”

“What do you even want, Gabriel? You’re somehow back from the dead, and you’re the Leader of Heaven which, by the way, is something you said you never wanted.” Sam paused and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew that he was going somewhere with this line of conversation, but Gabe was right there, sitting across from him. Sam could reach across the table and take his hand and run his thumb across his knuckles. Instead, Sam shook his head and tried to focus. “If it weren’t for Cas saying that it is definitely you, I’d have every reason to doubt you.”

Sam watched as hurt flashed through Gabriel’s eyes. The archangel looked down at his hands before responding. “I needed to find you. You’re hidden from me. Dean and Cas are hidden from me. This place is hidden from me.” Gabriel looked up, his eyes boring into Sam’s. “I took this as an opportunity. I thought I had found a way to find you. I wanted to find you, to make sure that you were ok. To make sure that you were alive.”

“Is it safe to say you’re being selfish? How does this help keep Heaven operational? How are you helping the angels? Or are you just helping yourself?”

Gabriel hung his head again.

“I know what you’re getting at. I really do. But you can’t tell me no, Gabe. Do you even know why I’m doing this?”

“Because Cas and Dean put you up to it?” Gabriel spat, not bothering to look up from the table.

“It was their idea, but I’ve come to embrace it. The casualties from the demon battles will stop. I can stop Demon Deals. I can reform Hell. Make it the place that only the truly bad go, and make it a place where souls can be reformed.” Sam hesitantly reached across the table and took Gabriel’s hand. “Even marked as Azazel’s Chosen, I’ve worked to be pure, to be worthy. You showed me that I am.”

“Then you have to understand why I don’t want you doing this.” Gabriel looked up, a sad smile on his lips. “Did I agree to Lead Heaven for selfish reasons? Yeah. But I will lead because I made that promise. And am I disagreeing with the idea of you leading Hell for selfish reasons? Abso-fucking-lutely. I am selfish, Sam.” He closed his other hand around Sam’s, embracing it tenderly. “I just found you again, and I find that I’m going to lose you? Not happening.”

“We did the research, Gabe. I can do this.”

“It’s not a matter of me doubting you.” Gabriel exhaled quietly. “I don’t want to be away from you again.”

Sam sat in silence, looking at his hand in Gabriel’s. The tension built a wall around them, instead of dividing them, separating them from the rest of the bunker. Hunters came in and out of the kitchen, ignoring them, rushing around them. Stifled by their quiet, Sam raised his eyes up and searched Gabriel’s eyes. “What do you want, Gabriel? All you’ve told me is what you don’t want.”

“I found you. I wanted that.”

“Doesn’t count, Gabriel. You know what I mean.”

“Does it matter what I want? It sounds like you’re going through with your King of Hell plans either way.” Gabriel started to slide his hands back when Sam’s other hand came to rest on top and hold them securely in place.

“I want to know. Please.”

“For us not to fight. For us to be on the same page. For us to be like we were.” Gabriel’s typically energetic voice fell to a broken whisper. “I want us.”

Sam’s face softened in realization. “And you think that if you lead Heaven and I lead Hell, that we can’t have that? Heaven and Hell are constantly at war, so the leaders have to hate each other?” Gabriel nodded. “Gabe, that’s bullshit and you know it. We would be in charge. We make the rules.”

“And here I thought you would be above all those cliches.”

“You’re talking to the guy who wants to reform Hell.” Sam stood up and pulled Gabriel to his feet before wrapping his arms around the archangel. “Come here.”

Gabriel melted into Sam’s embrace. “Why do you make it sound so easy?”

“Because after all the shit we’ve been through, I think we deserve easy for once, don’t you?”

“Well, I mean, it wouldn’t be hiding in Monte Carlo with endless strippers and parties and booze easy.”

“Gabe.”

“Do you want me there?” Gabriel reached up and softly Sam’s face, eliciting a smile from the hunter.

Sam pulled back and looked down quizzically. “Want you where?”

“With you, when you tell the faction Leaders that you’re taking over as the King of Hell. If you have the new Commander of Heaven with you, I’m sure it will throw the extra weight behind your claim.”

“Did you change your mind?

“We deserve easy. So we make this as easy as possible, right? That means that I don’t fight you on this, and we work together. Besides, I promised I would always keep you safe, right? Can’t do that if I’m not on board or fighting against you.”

“Just like that?” Sam raised his eyebrow in disbelief. “Why the one-eighty?”

“I thought I was going to have to graciously bow out of your life, Sam. I was ready to have to protect you from a distance. I was ready to be the mopey pining teenager, which, may I remind you, is not a good look for me.” Gabe flashed his most brilliant smile yet, causing Sam’s heart to stop. “But if we’re by each other’s side? We can do anything.”

Sam cupped Gabriel’s face and leaned down, fiercely kissing the Archangel, and sealed his first - and only - deal as the new King of Hell.

[sansthelonelypunster]

My soulmate is who

Supernatural Asmodeus x Reader

@roseygardenfan wanted this and they will get it.

I do not own Supernatural

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Highway to Hell begin to play on Yn's phone in the middle of a hunt. She hissed in anger as all the demons look at her. She waved and try to sneak away. She was slammed into the wall. "Fuck me." She growled.

A demon walks up to YN and dragged a blade down her check. Yn hissed softly and try to move. "Asmodeus would love to have his own Winchester as a pet." The demon said.

"Oh I am not Dean or Sam, I will not be a simple bitch." Yn said.

The demon punched Yn hard in the gut. Before more damage can be cause to her, the demon was destroyed. "Now, that isn't very nice." Said a deep southern accent.

Yn looked to see a male that looked like a mix of Colonel Sanders and a southern preacher. You knew who this was because of your brothers. "So Prince Asmodeus decided to save me? Have hell froze over?" Yn smirked.

Asmodeus looked at Yn and gave her a charming smile that made YN heart skip a beat. He walked up to YN and touch her face. Yn felt a spark at the contact. "Darlin, if you were one of your buffoon brothers, then no I wouldn't even lift a finger. You, are very special to me." He said.

Yn bit her lip as she noticed how close she was to the powerful demon. They heard the sound of gunshots and Dean calling for YN. Asmodeus kissed Yn's hand. "We will meet again." He said then disappeared.

Dean finds Yn and looked at her with confusion and anger. "What the hell, I tried calling you."

"That what cause me to be capture. You will not believe what happened." Yn said.

"Asmodeus saved you and nearly kissed you on the lips. You are both fortunate and very unfortunate." Cas said.

Yn jumped in surprise. "I thought I said no popping in and stop reading my mind. What do you mean?"

"You are..." Cas was muted.

"now Castiel, that is my surprise to tell. I did say we will be seeing each other soon." Asmodeus said.

Dean and Sam aims their guns at the Prince of fried chicken, but their guns get slung across the room. "Now, now, I am trying to talk to my mate here." He said then walked to you.

"I am not your soulmate." Yn said.

Asmodeus flinched a bit and looked at Yn with sadness and pain. He tried to reach out for Yn only to have her walk back. Yn couldn't believe what was happening. "How about a deal?" He said.

The three Winchesters glared at Asmodeus. "I give you someone back but you have to give me a chance. Give me a month to court you." He said.

Yn looked at her brothers then Castiel. Castiel give Yn a nod. "Ok I accept your deal." Yn said.

Asmodeus smiled brightly then pull Yn in a kiss. They both felt a spark causing Yn to gasp. Asmodeus broke the kiss before something happened. He snapped his finger and Gabriel pops up. Yn looked at Sam then Gabriel. She look at Asmodeus with hatred. "You got one month to change my mind. Just know this, you made this a lot harder on yourself." Yn hissed.

Sam runs to Gabriel and carry him to the Impala. "Cas and Dean go I will have a chat with him alone." Yn said looking at Asmodeus.

Dean was skeptical leaving his youngest sibling with the demon preacher. Cas drags Dean away.

Asmodeus looked at the ground then bit his lip. "I shouldn't have done that I know but the power of his grace was so good." He said.

Yn glared at Asmodeus. "YOU CAUSE SAM SO MUCH FUCKING PAIN! HE THOUGHT HIS SOULMATE WAS DEAD AND YOU HAD HIM THIS WHOLE TIME!" Yn screamed in anger.

Asmodeus flinched then try to come closer to Yn but to have her stop him. "You have one month to change my mind. I don't care what happens if I reject you as I see it now, you are not worthy of being my soulmate. I have to leave." Yn begin to walk away.

"I promise that I will do my best." That was the last thing Yn heard.

Yn saw Sam setting in the back of the Impala holding Gabriel. She looked at Dean. "I am heading home. Make sure Gabriel and Sam are in the same room at all times." Yn said.

"you can always live with us. I know we don't get along but you are still family." Dean said.

"I am not adding more stress on Sam and Cas. Give them my love. See ya Dean." Yn said.

She get on her midnight purple Harley-Davidson and ride off. She lives in the middle of a farm land in Arkansas. There wasn't a lot in Arkansas so it was peaceful. Once she was home she makes some hot mint tea and sip it. She thinks what happened yesterday and sighs. She slowly falls asleep on her couch.

When Yn woke up she felt a weight on her. She open her eyes and saw a small hellhound with a note.

Dear YN,

I want to give you this Hellhound as a pet and as a protector for you. He was a runt of his litter and I know you would want someone to keep you company. He doesn't have a name so go crazy with it.

Asmodeus

Yn looked at the hound and smiles. The hound woke up and looked at Yn like he already know her. She smiled then try to get up. "Can you move please?" You asked.

The Hellhound looked at you then nod his head. He stood up like he owned the place. He reminded you of Crowley. "I know your name will be, Crowley. He was on of my best friends. I was upset when he died." Yn whispered.

She remembers everyone she lost and begin to cry a little. Crowley, nuzzle your face. Yn hugged him and smiled. "How about we eat."

Yn soon learned that Hellhound love to hunt for their food. Yn was shocked to see Crowley dragging a bear twice Crowley's size. Yn learned that day, Crowley is badass.

The next time Yn saw Asmodeus, was her movie night. That only happens once a month. She was laying on the couch with Crowley laying on the recliner. There was a knock on the door. Yn wrapped a blanket around her and waddle to the door. She saw it was Asmodeus and open the door. He looked at Yn and tilt his head. "What it is my movie night. I am not naked I am wearing shorts and a long tee." Yn said, then let Asmodeus in.

He sees his gift laying on the recliner. He smiled softly then look at YN. "So what is his name?" He asked.

"Crowley." Yn replied.

Yn could have sworn she heard Asmodeus growl. "Why are you here?" Yn asked.

"To get to know you. I figured I would make time for you for a few days." Asmodeus said.

Yn was shocked to hear that. It made her feel happier. She waddled to the couch. Asmodeus thought it was cute, not that he will ever say that aloud. He went to set beside YN. "So Yn, tell me about yourself." He said.

"I am the adopted child of John Winchester, I like dark chocolate, my favorite book is FB, I love action movies." Yn said.

Asmodeus looked at Yn with confusion. "So you are not related to Sam and Dean by blood?" He asked.

Yn shook her head. "Nope."

Yn told Asmodeus more about her childhood and dreams. Asmodeus listen to Yn without missing a word. He smiled as Yn was drifting off to sleep. He picks her up and carry her to bed. He kissed her on the forehead. "I got souls to torture, night darlin."

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Over the rest of the month Asmodeus made Yn fall in love with him. She couldn't wait to see him again. Sam walks to up Yn with sorrow filled eyes. "Yn, Asmodeus is dead. Gabriel killed him when he tried to talk to me and Dean." He said.

Yn felt a sharp pain within her. She fell on the ground broken and emotionless. "Leave Samuel and if I see Gabriel again, I will kill him." Yn said.

Sam nodded then walked out of her home. "Asmo, I am sorry. I should've told you how I felt sooner. I love you so much." She whispered.

Yn felt someone pick her up. "Darlin, that mean the world to me." Said a familiar southern accent.

Yn looked up and saw Asmodeus holding her. She went to give him a deep kiss. Asmodeus return the kiss and they broke it when Yn needed to breath. "How are you alive?" Yn asked.

"I vanished right before Gabriel tried to kill me. I was trying to ask your brothers for your hand in marriage." He said.

Yn looked at Asmodeus in shock. "It didn't matter what they say. My answer would be yes." Yn said.

Asmodeus kissed Yn again then place a ring on her finger. It was yin and yang ring. "You are the light to my darkness and if your world become to bright you can come to me to dim it." He said.

Yn smile then kissed Asmodeus. "You are becoming soft Asmo." Yn said.

"Oh trust me if anyone even look at you wrong, I will spending a lot of time with them in hell." He said. He looked at Yn body and licked his lips. "How about I show you how much I love you?"

Before Yn could reply, Asmodeus carried Yn to bed. He definitely showed Yn how much he loved her, to the point Yn couldn't walk the next day.

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So I hope you liked this story. I know Asmodeus is out of characters by a lot. I wanted to see what a somewhat a soft Asmodeus would be. Thank you @roseygardenfan for this.

[destiel-love-forever]

The Statue

Prompt: King John discovers his son Dean is part Demon destined to be married to Lord of Hell. Unwilling to let that happen he turns Dean into a statue. Centuries later a young explorer by the name of Cas finds the statue and accidentally frees Dean. So it's like marriage will go through the only problem is Dean has had his heart stolen by the cute explorer.

- @longkissgoodnightbatmanandtwofac

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The Statue

Castiel checks his compass for the fourth time, then squints at his map. He marks the spot he’s at with the red marker and decides to stay there for the night, putting his equipment away. After he pitches his tent, Castiel goes looking for firewood. He’s hoping to make a fire, eat a quick dinner, and get to bed early. If all goes well, he can finish his exploration tomorrow.

Two minutes later, things are already off track. Castiel has found something tangled in the branches of an overgrown bush. He hacks away at it, his explorer curiosity getting the best of him. Once it’s uncovered, Castiel steps back and looks at the mystery object. It’s a statue. A statue of what looks like a man, about the same height and size as Castiel, with a crown on his head.

It’s not strange to find old statues as an explorer. Castiel has found plenty of artifacts since he started doing this. What is strange? The fact that this doesn’t look as dated as it should. The last documented civilization to exist in this area was 200 B.C, before the rainforest began to take over and no one could sustain life long term. This statue can’t be more than a few centuries old.

Castiel leans forward, noticing that there’s a green jewel over the man’s heart. Around it is a script. Latin. He rests his fingertips on the stone and whispers the words, his brain translating it into a broken english. Before he has enough time to fully comprehend what he’s saying, the statue is vibrating.

“What the-” Castiel stumbles back, eyes going wide.

The stone seems to melt away, leaving behind nothing but flesh and bone. The man gasps and stumbles forward, straight into Castiel’s arms.

“No!” he screams, fighting against Castiel immediately. “You can’t do this! You can’t-”

The man stops yelling, eyes blinking a few times as he realizes the person in front of him is not his father’s magician, but a stranger. He stares at the young man in shock. His clothes are… rather strange. The pants look as if they’re the same material as a heavy canvas tent, and the same color too. His shoes are weirdly shaped, almost like the boots of a soldier, and seem to have leather on them in uncommon places. He’s wearing a hooded coat and a shirt beneath it that seems to be missing it’s neck and chest. A strange purse like bag is on the man. And the thing on his head? It looks like the hats the princesses wear to the tea parties.

Castiel isn’t even able to care about the man-that-was-the-statue’s clothing. He’s more concerned about the fact that this statue just turned into a damn man. A statue. Rock. Covered in vines and leaves. Now a man. A man who yells and gasps and has freckles and muscles and blushing cheeks and the most gorgeous green eyes.

“My apologies,” the strange statue-man says in a steady voice. “I’m afraid I’m not aware of your name.”

“My - my name?” Castiel looks around, waiting for some TV crew to come say this is a joke. Then he looks back at the statue-man. “I’m - uh… I’m Castiel.”

“Castiel? That’s it?”

“I guess?” Castiel takes a step back, feeling uneasy. “What’s your name?”

The statue-man mumbles ‘he guesses?’ under his breath, then states in a normal voice, “My name is Dean Winchester the Third, First son of John, Prince of Campbell.”

Castiel squints at him. Campbell. Winchester. That’s the name of the civilization and prominent ruling family that was located nearly 300 miles away from this location.

Dean.

Prince Dean Winchester. Of Campbell. Why does that sound so damn familiar?

“My apologies,” the statue-man - well, Dean -  says again. “Do you have information on the whereabouts of Gabriel?”

“Gabriel?”

“Gabriel, yes.” When Castiel continues to just stare at him, Dean clarifies. “The royal magician. Gabriel. Surely you know Gabriel.”

Giving Dean a strange look, Castiel says, “Magician’s aren’t real.”

Dean huffs. He’s not in the mood for this strange man and his idiocy. “Magic is well-known in Campbell. The royal family has allowed it for generations now, Castiel. I do not have time for this nonsense. Tell me what you did with the magician Gabriel, or I will have you sequestered.”

“Oh boy.” Castiel rubs his forehead. Maybe magic is real. He did just see a statue turn into a man. A man that’s now talking to him. Interacting with him. Speaking to him like he’s from another time and place. “Okay, Dean. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Gabriel and I arguing. He was - he was attempting to harm me, upon my father’s orders, but I had been speaking with him. Reasoning with him.”

“And then?”

“And then this. You touching me.”

Castiel takes a deep breath. “And when was that? The argument with Gabriel.”

“Today? Perhaps yesterday? There’s a chance I lost consciousness and-”

“No, the date. The date on your calendar. What was the date. The year?”

Dean looks at him as if he’s crazy. “1509.”

“Wow. I - wow. Okay. Yeah. That - that makes sense.” Castiel puts his hands on his hips and stares at the ground. He came here to explore the area for an ancient underground temple that documents say should be here somewhere. Not to find a statue that turns into a man that’s really the prince of the royal family of Campbell, a civilization that crumbled in 1511 over 300 miles from this very spot.

“What year is it now?” Dean asks, for the first time looking afraid instead of just confused and annoyed.

“2019.”

“20- no. Certainly - no. That cannot be.”

“I mean, you’re the one that says magic is real. From what I’m gathering, Gabriel turned you into a statue and left you here. For, well, 510 years.”

Dean stumbles back, hand going to his mouth. “But - but then - my father. My mother. Sam. Is Sam - no, he must - oh my gods.”

Feeling guilty, and hating that he’s the one to deliver this news, Castiel rips the band-aid off. “Your family all died in 1511. Your brother murdered your father after accusing him of killing you. Campbell split into two factions, one in support of Sam Winchester and the other in support of your dead father. By the end of the year, the entire civilization had crumbled.”

A rough growl tears from Dean’s chest. Then he grabs the shiny gold crown from his head and swings his arm, chucking it as far as he can throw. He screams. Kicks a tree. Falls to his knees and tugs at his hair. Then he bangs his fists on the ground and yells at the grass, “You bastard! You ruined it all! You ruined everything!”

“Woah! What’s - who are you talking to?” Castiel tries to put a hand on Dean’s shoulder, but he shrugs him off. After Dean is finished pounding at the ground, Castiel tries once more, without touching him this time. “You must be hungry. Come with me and I’ll take care of you. We can figure this out.”

On shaking legs, Dean stands. He avoids looking at Castiel in case the rules of men crying are still the same in 2019. It’s not his father that he’s grieving, though he had always looked up to the man in a way, but his mother and brother. Sammy especially. Sammy had defended him. Died defending him.

“Yes,” Dean mumbles, wiping at his face before turning to give Castiel a false smile. “Food. Food would be great.”

----

“Sir! Sir!” the demon Crowley nearly falls over himself, waving his hands frantically as he approaches Lucifer.

Lucifer sneers. “What?”

“Dean Winchester! The prince! He’s on the radar again. He’s - he’s no longer missing!”

Sitting up in his seat, Lucifer demands, “Tell me where he is.”

Crowley gulps. “We - we aren’t sure yet, sire. But soon. We will find him soon. His presence was sensed, and that’s a - it’s a start. We just need to find him now. It won’t take long at all. I swear, sire.”

“You have one week to find my boy, Crowley. Or I’ll eat your soul for a bedtime snack.” Lucifer stands, hovering over him with a glare of literal fire. “Do I make myself clear?”

----

Having no idea what else to do with a 500 year old prince who spent his life as a statue, Castiel brings him home. Immediately. They’re back in America by the next morning. Dean is terrified of all things. The computer. The phone. The airplane. The airport. The taxi. The apartment complex. The TV. The fridge. The bathroom. The only thing Dean feels comfortable with is the four poster canopy bed that Castiel has in the bedroom. It’s where he is at almost all of the time. Just sitting there, staring at the floor. It takes Castiel four hours to get Dean to drink some tea and talk. It takes him six to convince Dean to take a bath and change into some of Castiel’s clothes. It takes him nine to get him to sleep.

Dean says the only way he’ll sleep is if Castiel promises to stay by his side. He’s afraid, but he won’t tell Castiel of what. It doesn’t matter. Castiel promises to be there the whole night. And he keeps that promise. For seven perfect hours, Castiel lays by Dean’s side and just watches the man sleep. Breathe. Mumble under his breath. Shift under the blankets.

Then Castiel falls asleep himself, unable to fight the exhaustion any longer. He rests his hand over Dean’s, tangling their fingers together on the mattress between them. It feels right.

----

When Dean wakes up, he’s feeling well rested and better about his situation. Especially when he finds Castiel’s hand in his. He slowly turns to his side and studies the man beside him. He’s gorgeous. If it had been allowed in his time, Dean would have married this man. Absolutely. The moment he set eyes on him, he knew he would have. But Dean was supposed to marry a woman.

Well, according to destiny, Dean was actually supposed to marry the Lord of Hell Lucifer. Hence his father’s hatred for him. His father’s plan to turn him into a damn statue. Not only was he supposed to marry a man - a huge no-no - but the man was a demon. The king of the demons. Add on the fact that this all meant Dean was part demon? That his mother had cheated on his father with a demon, making Dean both illegitimate as well as a constant reminder of Mary’s infidelity? Of course his father didn’t want him around anymore. John Winchester would have murdered him and been done with it, but then Dean’s soul would have gone to hell. Straight to Lucifer. He needed a different plan. Gabriel and his stupid green jewel was the solution.

Now, 500 years later, Dean is alive. Fatherless. Living in a world where he saw seventeen different same sex couples openly, safely loving each other between where the statue was held and this place Castiel lives.

Seventeen.

Eighteen, perhaps, if Castiel is willing to try.

Dean needs to stay away from Lucifer. Stay hidden. He’s hoping the charm is still working somehow, because otherwise Lucifer would have him already, wouldn’t he? Maybe Gabriel’s spell did something. Or maybe Lucifer has been killed and someone else is king. Someone who has no interest in Dean as a husband.

Slipping out of the bed, Dean goes to the kitchen. He pokes at the thing Castiel called the stove a few times, trying to figure it out. When he turns a knob, flames erupt around black metal spokes. Dean yelps and steps back, but the flames dim until they’re small and low. Manageable.

Carefully, Dean places a pan on it, just as he would over a normal fire in his home. Next, he looks in the fridge. There are eggs - though they are in a strange insect shaped container. Dean ignores that, taking the eggs out and cracking them into the pan, smiling when they sizzle just as they would in his day.

As he stirs them, he gets ambitious. There is bread and butter. Once he has figured out how to spread the butter onto the two slices of bread, Dean wants to warm them. Usually Dean, or his servants if he didn’t feel like cooking, would place the bread over a flat metal plate that would hover over the fire. Just until the butter got melty and the bread crisped.

Since there’s none of that here, Dean turns knobs until another fire appears, and places the bread on the weird black metal over the flames. He looks for a second, then shrugs. Turning away, Dean focuses back on the eggs.

Moments later, a terribly loud noise fills Dean’s ears. He stumbles back, knocking over a vase full of flowers, and looks up to find smoke filling the room. Then Castiel is running by in a blur, carrying something large and red in his hand. Dean gasps when the red thing starts spurting white foam over the flames. He watches in amazement as the fire goes out.

Castiel turns back to him, clothes crumpled and hair a complete mess. He looks at Dean with wide blue eyes and laughs. “First day and you start a fire.”

“My apologies, Castiel. I was attempting to cook you breakfast.”

“Really? Me?” Castiel perks up, grinning. “You were cooking for me?”

Dean frowns. “I was attempting to. Yes.”

After looking at the burned to ash bread and the overcooked eggs with wisps of foam on them, Castiel has to bite back a laugh. He turns his back to Dean so he doesn’t hurt his feelings by whatever his expression is. “I really appreciate this, Dean. This makes me really happy.”

“I ruined it.”

“That doesn’t matter.” Castiel turns again, giving Dean a goofy smile. “Want to try again? I could teach you.”

Dean’s frown turns to a beautiful smile. “Yes. I’d love that.”

----

On their second full day together, Castiel brings Dean to the ocean. He had never seen it - the kingdom of Campbell too far away from any sea and without any technology to reach one - and the look on Dean’s face when he sees the body of water is worth the two-hour drive.

After explaining beaches, sand, swimsuits, sandcastles, motorboats, jetskis, surfers, and life guards, Castiel sits in silence on the beach blanket and just watches Dean. He’s like a small child as he plays in the sand, using a bucket of water they brought to make mud so he can build structures near Castiel. From time to time, they talk about nothing important, but mostly they just enjoy the sounds of the beach together.

They stay until the sun sets.

“It’s still just as beautiful,” Dean tells Castiel as he sits beside him, their shoulders pressed firmly together.

“So are you.” Castiel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a picture he printed offline. He unfolds it and hands it to Dean. “I thought maybe you’d like to have this.”

Dean smiles softly as he brushes the pad of his thumb across the photo of the scanned family painting. It pauses over Sam Winchester’s face. The sadness that washes over Dean is obvious.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel says quietly. “I thought it’d make you happy to have it.”

“It does. Of course it does. I just miss him. My brother, I mean. He would have laughed so hard yesterday when I burnt that food.” Dean laughs, wiping at his eyes. “And this,” he adds, gesturing to the ocean. “Sammy would have loved this.”

Nodding, Castiel looks out at the ocean. “Dean, can I ask something personal?”

Dean chuckles. “You saved me from being a statue, Cas. Ask whatever you want.”

And that’s when Castiel finds out why Dean was the statue. What had upset his father. The part-demon situation. The issue of Lucifer. All the impending danger lurking.

That’s when Castiel promises Dean that they’ll figure it out. Lucifer won’t touch him. Not if Castiel has anything at all to say about it.

----

“Sire! Sire!” Crowley storms into Lucifer’s chambers with a grin. “We found him! We found the Winchester boy.”

Lucifer gets to his feet, leaving the book he had been reading on the table beside his bed. “Bring him to me immediately.”

“Yes, sire. Unharmed?”

“Yes. Of course.” Lucifer looks at him like he’s an idiot. “He’s to be my husband. Harm him and you’ll wish all I had done is eat your soul.”

Crowley nods. “Y - yes. Of course. Of course, sire. Yes. I - no harm. I swear.”

“As for anyone with him? Don’t spare them.”

“Oh, don’t worry, sire,” Crowley says with a smile. “I won’t.”

----

Castiel’s colleague, and great friend, Chuck Shurley meets with Dean and Castiel on their fourth day together. He’s an occult professor at the local university, and his office shows it. There are three different spots he needs to adjust symbols so that Dean can even be near them, starting with the devil trap beneath the rug in front of his door. Once Dean is finally inside, and everything is safely back in place, the three of them sit together around Chuck’s desk and begin.

There are many options for them, but none are guaranteed. Some have the possibility of trapping Lucifer. Others have the possibility of hiding Dean. There’s one spell that could maybe extract the demonology from Dean’s soul - but the risk is that it would kill him, so Castiel shoots it down immediately. Another choice is to try to trick Lucifer into believing Dean is dead or a statue again, which would involve some magic with Gabriel’s jewel, but Chuck isn’t at all confident about it.

“In my opinion, the best option is this.” Chuck flips the book around, pointing to a symbol with foreign words scrawled below it. As Dean and Castiel lean forward to look, Chuck explains. “It’s a way to close hell temporarily.”

“Close hell?” Castiel asks, frowning. “I feel like if it worked, someone would have done it already.”

“Not many people have the ingredients needed, or the skilled witch, or the willingness to sacrifice what needs to be sacrificed.”

“What needs to be sacrificed?” Dean asks. “And do we have the ingredients and the witch?”

Chuck nods. “I have all the ingredients except one, but I know how to get that. A friend owes me a favor. As for the witch, I know a coven nearby. Their leader is extremely powerful and highly skilled.”

“And the sacrifice?” Castiel prompts, noticing Chuck is conveniently avoiding the fact Dean asked about it.

“Well,” Chuck rubs the back of his neck. “Hear me out.”

“Oh, that sounds like a great start,” Castiel grumbles.

“The person who conducts the spell binds their life to it. That’s why it’s only temporary. When that person dies, the spell is broken, and hell opens up.”

“And let me guess. You want me or Dean to sacrifice ourselves.”

“Yes. You, Castiel. Because Dean isn’t able to with the demon blood in his body.”

“What does that mean, then? My soul will go to hell when I die?”

Chuck looks away from Castiel, which is answer enough. “I know it’s not ideal.”

“Not ideal?” Dean barks. “He is not going to hell. It’s bad enough I’ll be stuck there for eternity. I won’t let-”

“I’ll do it,” Castiel interrupts. “I don’t mind.”

“No!”

“Yes, Dean. I want to do it. It doesn’t matter. My soul will be going where yours goes.”

Dean shakes his head. “You don’t understand. You can still experience things. Feel pain. Be tortured. Lonely. Bored. I - when I go down there, after I die, I’m sure I’ll be miserable. Punished beyond belief. What if they punish you too?”

“Then they do.” Castiel looks away from Dean, dismissing him. He locks eyes with Chuck and says,  “I’m doing it. It’s my choice. What do we do next?”

----

The spell is surprisingly anti-climatic. Ingredients are put together. The witches show up. Castiel is put on a chair in the center of a huge symbol - the same from Chuck’s book - that’s painted on the wooden floor. Words are recited. Castiel’s soul lights up, a bright blue emanating from his body.

When the light fades, Castiel is left looking exhausted and slightly shocked. They all stare at each other for a minute or so. Then, awkwardly, Dean asks, “What now?”

“Nothing. It's done,” the witch Rowena announces.

“But,” Dean looks at Castiel, then at Chuck. “But how do we know it worked?”

“Trust me darling, it worked. I do not fail.” Rowena begins to walk out with her other witches, but she doesn’t leave before throwing over her shoulder at Chuck, “Now we’re even!”

When it’s just the three men again, Chuck assures them, “It worked. You’ll find out in a day or two if it didn’t, but I’m sure of it. It worked.”

Castiel and Dean weren’t exactly convinced, but Chuck never asked for money or anything else that could have made this a scam, so they go home. They wait.

----

“Sire! Sire, please! I don’t - we don’t know how he did it!”

“You should have found him faster!” Lucifer roars, leaning forward and looming over Crowley. The other demons on his staff are in the large room, watching in terrified silence. Crowley already pissed himself. Lucifer doesn’t care. That won’t affect the taste of the useless demon’s soul.

Not that he’ll be eating his soul anytime soon. Lucifer has much better plans. The man who closed Lucifer’s gates is only 25. He has a long life ahead of him. Lucifer will spend every day of it with Crowley on his rack.

----

When a day goes by, Dean feels ready to explode. When two more pass, him and Castiel start to hope. Then a week. Then a month. A year.

It worked.

It actually worked.

Dean struggles with that in a certain way. He breaks down one night in Castiel’s arms as they sit on the couch together. Between sobs, Dean talks about how his father never even looked for something like this. Never tried. His father didn’t care enough to. There was an answer out there somewhere, and his father didn’t look for it. Dean wasn’t worth it.

“Shhh, Dean,” Castiel whispers as he holds Dean’s head to his chest, softly rocking back and forth. “Shhhh.”

“He hated me. It wasn’t my fault - I didn’t - I didn’t even know my mom cheated! It wasn’t my fault. I - hated me but - but it wasn’t my fault!”

“I know, babe. I know.” Castiel strokes Dean’s back. “I have no idea how he hated you. I can’t imagine someone hating you.”

Dean laughs softly. “Stop.”

“I’m serious.” Castiel moves so that he can look Dean in the eye. He cups the man’s face with both hands and wipes his tears away. “Dean Winchester, you are the most kind, compassionate, funny, stubborn, beautiful man I have ever met. Your father was wrong. It wasn’t your fault. None of this was your fault.”

“But-”

“No, Dean.” Castiel presses their foreheads together. “No. I don’t care if it takes the rest of my life. I will prove to you that you are worthy of love.”

Dean gulps. “Like your love?”

“Yes.” Castiel leans forward, their mouths so close Dean can feel the ghost of Castiel’s lips haunting his own. “I love you, Dean Winchester. I am so unbelievably in love with you.”

“Me too. I love you too. I - ngh,” Dean grunts, his words cut off by Castiel’s lips smashing against his. He melts into the kiss and smiles. It’s been centuries since he’s kissed someone - anyone - and he doesn’t mind.

Castiel Novak was so worth the wait.

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This Life Chapter 22

Title: This Life Chapter 22

Summary:  Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language, violence

AN: There is one more chapter left after this!! Thank you to the wonderful @sams-serialkiller-fetish. The song for this chapter is Achilles Last Stand by Led Zeppelin.

Peace. That’s the only thing that Dean could think of as he woke up in the old Winchester home. Him and Sam had opted to stay there instead of trying to squeeze into Dean’s little apartment. It was home after all. Sam had woken up before him to do some morning exercises, but decided not to go on a jog at the moment. He was eating a bowl of cereal when Dean came downstairs, after laying in bed for awhile, just thinking about things.

“Morning.” Sam mumbled, shoveling a spoonful of Apple Jacks into his mouth while he read the back of the box. Dean looked over at Sam.

“When was the last time you had a decent breakfast?” Dean asked.

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Sam asked. Dean picked up the box and read the nutrition facts.

“Uh huh, sure. With the sixteen grams of sugar.” Dean set the box down.

“Are you the guy that ate a day old bacon cheeseburger for breakfast several times?” Sam asked.

“We’ve all made mistakes Samuel.” Dean said, smirking some. He knew that Sam absolutely hated being called Samuel. Dean turned to the fridge to see what there was in there. Even though he knew exactly, because him and Sam had went to the grocery store before they went to the house. Because there was nothing in there. Not even a beer bottle. Ellen was pretty good at cleaning, that was for sure.

“Maybe I need to go to the butcher.” Dean said, grabbing some juice from the fridge. “We’re lacking the most important food group. Bacon.”

“Bacon isn’t a food group.” Sam grumbled. “And we’ve got the stuff for salad.”

“Mr. Big Bad Biker is a salad eater. You learn something new every day.” Dean rolled his eyes and chugged the juice out of the jug.

“Dude, that was mine.” Sam sighed. Dean smirked.

“Want some?” He held the jug out to Sam.

“You are ridiculous.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah. ridiculously handsome.” Dean laughed. Sam took another spoonful of Apple Jacks while Dean drank more juice straight from the container.

“Don’t move.” A voice growled, followed by the sound of a gun cocking. Sam froze, spoon halfway to his mouth and Dean glanced over.

There stood Gordon Walker, gun pointed at them.

“Gordon?” Sam asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Shut up.” Gordon hissed, pointing the gun at Sam. “Not word from either of you.” Sam glanced over at Dean, who was reaching under the island to find a gun. “If you so much as grab a weapon, you’ll be cleaning Sammy brains off the wall.” Dean raised his hands up in the air, not wanting anything to happen to Sam. “Now, I’ve got a couple pairs of handcuffs. You two are getting cuffed so we can have a nice, long talk.”

“You kinky son of a bitch.” Dean said. Gordon glared at Dean.

“I know you wouldn’t care if I shot you,” Gordon started. “I’ve heard you have a devil may care, I can sleep when I’m dead sort of policy. But if I were to shoot Sammy, I think that would hurt you more than anything, wouldn’t it?”

“Leave him alone.” Dean said. Gordon shook his head.

“He’s part of this too. You both are guilty.” Gordon held up two pairs of handcuffs. “No funny business, either of you.” He went over to Dean and grabbed his hands, lacing the cuffs through the handle on the fridge and securing him there. Next, he made Sam get on the floor and cuffed him to the heavy base of the oak table.

“Good.” Gordon said, pulling up a chair between the two. “Now, we can talk.”

****

Crowley was staying at the garage, with Caleb and Kevin camping out there to watch over him, to make sure he wasn’t trying to plot something from the inside. But so far, he had been a great bartender and an even better chef, preparing small meals in the little oven that was in the bar. Caleb was asleep on the leather couch while Kevin was snoring on the floor. Jo opened the door.

“Get up you two.” Jo sighed. Caleb grumbled and turned over in his sleep, but Kevin got up. “God, he sleeps so much.”

“Probably because he was up until 3 am playing the Playstation 2.” Kevin said, rubbing his eyes. Jo started brewing up some coffee while Ellen opened up the office. Bobby and the others would be there soon. The Wayward Sons were discussing heading back to Bakersfield soon. Everything was starting to get back in order. Finally.

Once everyone was there and awake, they started to get to work fixing up some cars that were in major need.

“Where’s Sam and Dean?” Andy asked as he helped Cas work on a Honda.

“I don’t know.” He said with a shrug. “Probably got too drunk last night and passed out watching Twister or something. Beats me.”  Meg, Jo, and Ruby were all chatting together, and the guys were all working. That’s when three girls came onto the lot.

“Hey there.” Ellen said. “What can I do for you?”

“Is this Winchester-Singer?” The girl with very blonde hair asked.

“Well, yeah.” Ellen said. The blonde girl smiled.

“Good.” With that, she pulled out a knife and slashed at Ellen’s face, drawing blood from her cheek.

“You bitch!” Ellen said, but a gun was pointed at her. That’s when she realized they were all wearing vests. Vests that said The Horsemen. The guys all looked up in attention. Ellen held her cheek.

“I’m Lilith, and this is Abaddon and Dagon,” The blonde stated. “And we’re here to get a message out.” Lilith had her knife, a jagged, painful looking thing, and Abaddon and Dagon both had some powerful looking guns.

“You killed our club.” Abaddon hissed.

“And now, we’re going to kill yours.” Dagon added. They didn’t waste any time and opened fire. Lilith charged at Andy, slicing his arm before he managed to push her away. Caleb grabbed her, holding her so she couldn’t attack anyone, but she bit him.

“Son of a bitch! She fucking bit me!” Caleb called out as he let go of her. “Am I a werewolf now or something?” Gabriel snagged her then and turned her knife around, pushing it into her and dropping her to the ground.

“Horsemen whore.” He growled.

“Thanks man.” Caleb said, looking down at the nasty looking bit on his arm.

Dagon had Meg pinned back, ready to shoot her. She smirked, her blood red lips giving an eerie smile.

“I have waited such a long time to do this.” Dagon laughed. But she didn’t have time to do anything before a shot rang out and she fell to the ground from a bullet wound. Meg looked up to see Jo standing there, shotgun in hand. Dagon crumbled to the ground.

“I love a girl who can handle a shotgun.” Meg with with a wink, making Jo’s face turn pink. Abaddon took the time to run then.

“Wait, where did the third one go?” Ruby asked. The guys all looked around, but they didn’t see the redhead anywhere.

“Damn it.” Bobby growled.

“Do you think she’s going after the boys?” Jim asked. “Or has she already gotten to them?”

“I’m going over there to find out.” Bobby grabbed up his keys, ready to head out.

****

Sam groaned in pain as Gordon kicked at his ribs. His wrist was throbbing. He was sure that it was broken, or fractures at least. Because when Gordon would hit him, it would pull on the handcuffs. He glanced over at Dean, who wasn’t fairing much better. Gordon had hit his already damaged ribs and left him hanging from the refrigerator. So Gordon was taking his time with Sam now. He felt like he had bruises all over his body, and he really just wanted to go back to bed.

“This is what it felt like each time one of my men died at your hands. A kick in the gut.” Gordon growled at Sam.

“Your men?” Dean asked from where he was.

“Yes. Who do you think really ran the Horsemen? The princes? They were the show and they got the job done.” Gordon laughed. “Your dad, he didn’t want to hire me. He had a bad feeling all along. But they took a vote and said they needed a good gunman. So I played my part just right. And everything would’ve fell into place, except that Dean just had to get out of prison, and Sam, he just had to follow in his old man’s footsteps.” Gordon walked to Sam and crouched in front of him. “I ordered Jessica killed.”

“You bastard!” Sam called out, trying to launch himself at Gordon, but he couldn’t get out. “I’ll kill you.”

“No. You won’t.” Gordon pulled out a gun. “You both are going to follow in your old man’s footsteps this way. I’m going to kill you first Sammy, just so Dean has a little extra to think about before I kill him.”

“Leave him alone Gordon. I swear to God…” Dean hissed. Gordon stood up and went to the island where he had various weapons laying.

“You and God aren’t going to do shit.” He said. He grabbed a gun, ready to end the Winchester bloodline once and for all, when the back door burst open.

“Leave my sons alone.” Bobby growled before opening fire on Gordon. Gordon fell to the ground quickly. Sam and Dean both looked up at Bobby, who lowered his gun. “Boys?”

“Alive.” Dean said.

“And in pain.” Sam added. Bobby went to Gordon’s body and found the handcuff keys in a vest pocket. He undid Dean first, who almost cried in relief as his arms dropped. Sam was next, but he really didn’t have the energy to get up off the floor.

“Holy fucking shit.” Caleb said as he came in, the Wayward Sons and the other Hunters waiting outside. “Is it over?”

“For now.” Bobby said. “For now.”

****

Three Days Later

“I pass on the position of president to Dean.” Bobby said, handing Dean the president patch. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“Here here.” Jim added, taking a drink of his Irish whiskey.

“And I hand over the position of president for the Wayward Sons to Andy.” Sam said, handing him his patch. “I think you’d be better at this than me.”

“Are you sure?” Andy asked. Sam nodded. “Well, as acting president, I would like to request a patch over.” The Hunters all looked at the Wayward Sons. “We would like to become the Bakersfield branch of the Hunters.”

“Do all of you agree to it?” Dean asked. Ruby, Meg, and Gabriel all nodded. “Well, then let’s do it. But first.” He looked over at Kevin and Jo, who were sitting off to the side. “Kevin. Jo. Come here.”

“Yes?” Jo asked, walking up to Dean. He handed Kevin his patches.

“Welcome to the club Kevin.” Dean said. Then he looked at Jo and held out a vest. “Welcome to the club Jo.”

“Wait...you’re asking me to be a prospect?” She asked.

“No.” Dean said, holding up the vest. “You’re a patched in member. You’ve already done prospect work all your life.” Jo took the vest and put it on before hugging Dean.

“Thank you.” She said. “Thank you.”

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Hearts Entwined-6: Light

Hearts Entwined Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is the only unfinished series I will be releasing today but you’ll be getting all six chapters of what I have over the course of today.

Summary: y/n is a Wiccan from the French Mistake universe who finds herself in the Supernatural universe after finishing a spell. She’s not a fan, but she quickly sees the new place for what it is; a world with real magic. But real magic comes with real consequences.

Pairing(s): Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, OMC x Reader

Word Count: 7326

Story Warnings: Smut, 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!, oral sex (fem and male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, bloodplay, dub-con, sex curse, free-will fuckery. Angst.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, y/n’s backstory is full of sad, alternate universe shenanigans, mentions of drug use, fingering, oral (fem rec), unprotected sex, loving sex

"You're not Jack." Asmodeus across the throne room at you.

"No, I'm not." You answered, shortly.

"My lord, Asmodeus, I-" A demon walked into the throne room staring down at a clipboard.

"Can't you see we've got a guest, Percy? Show some respect." The Prince of Hell gestured at you and stood.

"He probably couldn't see me until you pointed me out. Low-level demons don't have perception like Princes of Hell do."

"Sir? Who's this?" The demon asked, looking at you with confusion.

"I don't, rightly, know, Percy. Let's find out."

You walked around him, surveying the room you'd only ever seen on your TV screen. "That'd be really threatening if I weren't a projection."

"And why are you projected here, miss?" Asmodeus asked, following you as you walked toward the throne.

"I -unno. I was sleeping and then something was calling me here." You walked around the back of the large, ornate wooden throne. "Are we in Needham? I really didn't expect you guys to keep using this set as a base of operations, especially with Crowley dead."

Asmodeus seemed surprised that you knew the location. "It's a good central location on Earth... and the last place the hunters would expect us to be."

You looked around the throne at him. "Well, Heaven is the last place they'd expect you to be, but okay." You ran through your mental map of the asylum and started walking away.

"Where are you-" The demon Percy started but Asmodeus just followed you as you walked through Needham Asylum, exploring. You stopped in front of two cells, one housing Castiel and one housing a depleted Lucifer. They both stood, moving to grab the bars and stare at you through them.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Cas asked as Asmodeus showed up behind you.

"Thanks for dropping my name, Cas. I was gonna Rumpelstiltskin this shit." You joked, avoiding looking at Lucifer, who was staring at you. "And I'm not really here. I'm projecting."

"I mean, this dimension. You fled back to your own world."

"A girl's allowed to change her mind, Cas. God gave us free will, didn't he?"

"You know this girl?" Asmodeus asked the angels.

"Never seen her before." Lucifer answered, but his tone, and how his eyes hadn't let your face since he saw you, told you he knew exactly who and what you were.

"She's a witch, caused significant chaos for Sam and Dean." Castiel said, obviously catching on that he shouldn't tell Asmodeus that you were a friend. "She comes from another world. After the chaos died down, she retreated back to her home world."

"And what dimension is it that you are from, Miss y/n?"

"Couldn't tell ya." You answered, truthfully. "Know where I'm going. Know where I've been, but I have no clue where I originated. I've got no memories from before I was with my fosters, but maybe I've been with them since before my brain was saving memories." You shrugged. "Who cares? I'm here now. Well, not here, but you know what I mean."

"So, were you one of Crowley's witches? That how you know of the asylum?" The demon asked. Lucifer seemed very interested in your answer, leaning ever-so-slightly closer.

"Crowley and his mother tried. I'm not interested in being controlled. I'm a free agent." You smiled. "Anyway, I really enjoyed our conversation, Colonel Sanders, but I wanna get back to my body so-"

"But why were you here in the first place, y/n? I was callin' to Jack and you showed up."

You smirked. "It's a simple matter of you being very loud in my astral environment." You looked from the cells to Asmodeus. "I'm sure if this Jack was in Kansas, he'd have heard you, too. The searching meditation thing... loud."

"Terribly sorry to disturb you, sweetheart. Have you seen Jack?"

"I met Jack Nicholson on a plane once, but I don't think that's who you're looking for."

"How astute." Asmodeus drawled.

"Thanks. I pride myself on my deductive reasoning capabilities." You chanced a look at Lucifer, catching a flash of pride on his face at your sass.

"I am looking for Jack, the Nephilim offspring of him." The demon pointed at Lucifer "You know, the most powerful being on Earth."

"Well, like Castiel said..." For some reason you couldn't place, the name came out the way Lucifer always said it, as two syllables instead of three. "I was off-world for a while. I don't know anything about a Nephilim."

"Oh, real-leh?"

"Not one that survived. Nephilim are abominations in the eyes of Heaven, right?" You gestured to Castiel. "Only because Heaven's afraid of their power, but that's a whole 'nother thing."

"For not knowin' anything about Nephilim, you sure do know a lot about how Heaven treats them." Asmodeus accused.

"I'm well-read. Also, you know, why else would Heaven have such a big problem with a little human-loving? God did say to love us, right?"

"I'm sure God wasn't thinkin' about sex when he passed down that decree." The demon said.

"I'm sure you don't know what God was thinking. You think God's too good to think about sex? Man was made in His image and men think about sex all the time. What do you know?"

"Can we not talk about my dad and sex, please?" Lucifer whined.

You chuckled but didn't look at him. You weren't sure if you were trying to keep Asmodeus from recognizing the connection between you and Lucifer, or if you were trying to deny it to Lucifer himself, but you were certain it'd be evident if you gave full attention to him. "Everyone has to confront the fact that their parents had sex at some point. I mean, it's a little different when your father is the Allfather, but whatever." You turned back to Asmodeus. "Anyway, keep your loud meditation to yourself and I won't bug you again."

"I'll do my best, witch."

You jerked as you came back to your body and Sam tightened his arm around your waist, in his sleep. Dean's hand on your hip pulled you closer to him, in response. "Guys." You whispered. They each grunted in their sleep, so you just teleported out of their grasp. That woke them.

"Hey." Sam greeted, sitting up and stretching.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked, zeroing in on your expression.

"Um... I have to... go save Castiel from Asmodeus."

"What?" Dean asked, sitting up, too.

You took a deep breath. "Asmodeus was searching for Jack, as he's wont to do, but he found me instead. I know I shouldn't have gone, but it was so loud and scratching at my brain and I... I astral projected to him and... he's got... he's got Castiel."

"Why would you go to him?" Sam asked as Dean's eyebrows scrunched together.

"Why'd you say 'Castiel' like that?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't know. It just came out like that. Cas and Lucifer are with Asmodeus."

"What do you mean, Lucifer?" Dean asked, as Sam took on a look of panic. "He's in Apocalypse World, ain't he?"

"Not anymore. He's in a cell next to Cas. I'm gonna go get Cas."

"What cell is gonna hold Lucifer?" Sam asked.

"He seemed... less. You know, like Cas when he got his Grace yanked. I wish I hadn't missed the last few weeks' episodes."

"Wait, go where? Where's Asmodeus have him? And what the hell are you thinking? You can't go there. If Asmodeus gets you-" Dean stood, looking down at you.

"He won't. I'm stronger than him. And it's not like I can leave Cas locked up in Needham Asylum. I'll be in and out before Asmodeus even knows I'm there."

"They're at Needham?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. I guess Crowley started a trend. You know how much the demons hate staying in Hell where they belong." You shook your head. "It's fine. I can do this."

"We'll come with you." Sam offered, standing.

"No, you won't. Lucifer is there." You took Sam's hand in yours. "Lucifer, who's tortured and manipulated you, who's tried to end everything. You don't need to be there, or see him. I'll bring Cas back, okay?"

"Y/n, don't go without us." Dean almost begged.

"I promise that I'll be back so quick." You said, with a smile. You went to your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around Sam's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. You pulled away and repeated the motion with Dean before disappearing. You reappeared outside the asylum, at the bottom of the stone steps. You chuckled at the warding on the door and passed through to the other side. You slipped through the halls of the asylum and down to basement, touching each ward as you passed it and smiling as they burned away.

Cas and Lucifer jumped up when you walked in front of their cells. "Y/n, why are you here?" Castiel asked, as you put your hands on the lock and pulled the door open as soon as it clicked.

"Getting rid of all these anti-angel wards and getting you out of here." You answered. You moved to put your hand on Cas' shoulder and fly off with him, but Lucifer stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

"You can't leave me here, y/n." You looked down at Lucifer's hand, then up to his face. His eyes went red and you were certain yours went gold because he smiled, brightly. "You're my daughter. I could tell the moment I saw you. You cannot leave me to rot in this cell."

"I can, and I should." You answered.

"Y/n... you're-" Castiel started. You didn't let him finish his sentence, flying Castiel to the bunker, dropping him in the war room, and immediately flying back to the asylum.

"You came back." Lucifer whispered, happily.

"I can't leave you here. For some stupid reason." You broke the wards on Lucifer's cell and he stepped out, happily.

"I knew you wouldn't let me down." You grabbed his shoulder and flew off with him. He looked up at the building you flew him to. "What's-"

"I need breakfast and coffee before I deal with you. Based on your Graceless aura, I'm gonna assume you should eat something, too. Biggerson's. Have some pie." You pulled open the door and headed inside.

Lucifer followed. "I am not Graceless." He insisted.

"Just two?" The hostess asked. You nodded and she led you and Lucifer to a booth in the corner. "Ashley is your server, she'll be right with you. Can I get you started with some drinks?"

"Two coffees." You ordered.

"I don't want-"

"Shut up, Dad." You interrupted as the hostess walked away. "Coffee is like precious ambrosia. You'll thank me later."

"Oh." Lucifer pretended to get choked up. "You called me 'Dad'."

"No point in denying I'm the daughter of the Devil, is there? My parents back home hinted at it my whole life, but I just thought they hated me." You smiled at the hostess as she dropped two coffee mugs off and a bowl of creamer.

"So, tell me everything." Lucifer demanded, happily.

"Not much to tell. I'm another version of you's daughter. I was sent from whatever dimension I was born in to a dimension where there's no Heaven or Hell, where the version of you is an actor named Mark." Lucifer seemed scandalized by the thought. "I don't know why I was sent away. Maybe because Heaven didn't know how to kill an archangel Nephilim. Regular Nephilim are hard enough to get rid of, ask Cas."

Lucifer rolled his eyes and reached across the table. "Let's go ahead and get this out of the way." His hand grasped yours and the last thing you saw before you were pulled down into your memories was his red eyes.

And then you were looking up into his vessel's blue eyes, which were cast down on you, reverently.

"She's so beautiful, isn't she? So full of my Grace and her mother's human potential. In a few years time, she will be the most powerful being in the universe, maybe as strong as her grandfather." He looked up at whomever he was addressing. "Michael would twist her soul, like he did with the souls of his demon followers. He would use her against me. He would have no qualms twisting the humanity in her so that he could use her power as a weapon."

"Do we kill her now, then, General?" A familiar male voice asked.

"No, Zachariah." Lucifer looked down at you again. "I now know a father's love. I understand why Father wanted us to love the humans; because He loved them so. Despite their flaws and the damage they cause each other and all His other creations... He loves them... I can't destroy her."

"I could." Another voice, a deep baritone one, volunteered.

"No, Uriel. I haven't called you here for that. I need someone to take her away to safety."

"Safety. Where on Earth do you think she's going to be safe, Lucifer?" A familiar female voice chimed in.

"Nowhere... on this Earth, but there are other Earths and there's one where the fight with Michael will never happen. Heaven and Hell can't battle if there's no Heaven or Hell."

"No Heaven or Hell? How would such a place-" The female started again.

"They conduct themselves much as the humans here do, Castiel, because they have faith in what they cannot see, misplaced though it may be for them." Lucifer sighed. "I need a team to take her to the other dimension and watch over her."

"Whoever goes would be unable to fight in the battle." Castiel's voice went low, like she'd been offended by the thought of not getting to fight.

"And in the interest of complete disclosure... as this universe is the epitome of the mundane, I do not believe there is a way to come back."

"We'd be stuck?" Uriel asked, anger lacing his words.

"Yes. You would be stuck, forced to live as humans, unable to fight in the Apocalypse, completely cut off from Heaven's Grace... and I would be eternally grateful and in your debt for this service."

There was silence as Lucifer looked at the trio of angels before him. "Of course we'll do this for you, sir." Came Castiel's voice, finally. "And no debt will be necessary. We're happy to serve you."

Lucifer smiled. "No, you aren't happy about it, Castiel, but you might find it in you, eventually. Here. I will begin the spell to send you, you should get used to holding Orli."

Your vision was jostled as you were passed from Lucifer's arms to the waiting arms of a brunette woman with sharp blue eyes. Castiel, or as you'd always known her 'Mom', looked down at you with disdain. "This is terrible." She whispered as your 'father' came into view, looking down at you. "I am a soldier, not a-a nursemaid."

"We're being trusted with our leader's most precious-" Zachariah began.

"We're going to have to live as hairless apes, Zachariah. We will eat and sleep and age and die with them and it is all because our General decided he needed to feel the joy of Creation before taking down Michael. How is that fair?" Uriel almost growled.

"It's not Lucifer's job to make things fair for us, you maggot. This is an honor he could've asked anyone to carry out but he turned to us. Us, his most trusted. Take it as an honor, you dumbshits."

The trio stared down at you. "She isn't light. I'll not call her 'Orli'." Castiel finally whispered. "We'll call her 'y/n'."

You gasped as you pulled out of your memories, blinking rapidly.

"I was the good guy in your dimension?" Lucifer whispered, confused.

"Never do that to me again." You insisted, pulling your hand out of his grasp.

"Well, I'm sorry, but wasn't that easier than hearing you blather on about how you don't remember anything? Now you remember something! Your parents hated you because they had to give up their celestial identity to protect you."

"I'm just realizing that I never saw my parents being any kind of affectionate... and Castiel was my mom, which is... awkward." You sighed. "And it totally explains why they wouldn't go to church with me. They wouldn't want to hear you badmouthed so much."

The server walked up and took your orders, two cheeseburgers and fries, and walked away. "How did you end up a witch if you were raised by angels? I mean, not that you could call Castiel and Zachariah prime examples of angel, but..."

"I don't even know, now. I thought my grandma started me on it, but... I don't even know who that woman was."

"So, you're a witch, but you're Castiel's friend?" Lucifer picked up the coffee mug and sniffed at it before taking a tentative sip.

"It's complicated." You answered, watching with interest as he took another sip followed by a gulp.

"Complicated? I'm your father, but not your father. I'm evil but I'm also a savior. You're an angel and also a witch. You think I can't handle complicated?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Who are you a savior to?" You took a deep drink from your mug and set it down. "I am involved with the Winchesters so knowing Castiel, this Castiel, is unavoidable."

"Involved?" You could see the whine coming before he put his own mug on the table and slumped his shoulders. "Tell me you haven't allowed one of those birdbrained cretins to touch you."

"That's really none of your business, Dad."

"Oh, my Dad. Which one was it?" You avoided his gaze, knowing he could see the truth in your eyes if he caught them. He huffed out an angry breath and leaned back against the booth seat. "I honestly don't know which one would be worse. Sam, with his self-righteous bullshit or Dean, with his self-hatred and both of them, both of them, think they're so freaking special. Just, what, 'cause Dad wrote about 'em? Dad only wrote about them because-"

"Shut up." You demanded, looking across the table at him. He stopped his whining rant and looked at you. "Grandpa wrote about them because they're special, not the other way around. They are intelligent, handsome, brave and they have pushed through a million things that would have destroyed lesser men, including literal Hell for both of them. I'm blessed to have gotten either of their attention and fortunate enough to have gotten the love of both of them. You're the fuckin' Devil, you aren't gonna make me feel bad about my relationship status."

"You're with... both of them?" Lucifer asked, picking up his mug again.

"I said it's complicated, didn't I?"

"You know I hate them, right? And they hate me? Your boyfriends hate your father." He reiterated. "They want to send me back to the Cage."

"If you could handle being on Earth without trying to kill all humans and take everything over, maybe they wouldn't be so bent on sending you back to where God sent you."

"I wasn't trying to murder Dad's faves last year, was I? No, I was just trying to bask in some of the love and attention that I have been, historically, deprived. Then, here comes Castiel and Crowley, the little worm, to end my fun."

"This is when you were Rick Springfield, right?"

"Who? I was wearing Vince Vincente."

"I know. But you know, a single Jessie's Girl reference would've been amazing." You joked.

"What? Anyway..." Lucifer waved away the confusion and continued. "I was just having some fun. No big plan, no mass genocide, just a bit of-"

A phone started going off in your jacket pocket and when you pulled it out the screen said 'Sam'. "When did they plant this on me?" You whispered, answering it. "Hey, Sam."

"Where've you been? Cas has been back for almost half an hour and you're nowhere to be seen."

"Lucifer escaped." You lied. It flowed out so easily that it almost didn't feel like a lie when you said it. "I went back to put the enochian wards back up and he was gone. It's all my fault, Sam. I have to find him."

There was silence on the other end of the phone as Lucifer gave a proud look across the table at you. Sam cleared his throat. "It's not your fault, y/n. Lucifer, he's an opportunist. As soon as you broke those wards, he was probably thinking about how to get out of that cell. Why don't you come back? We'll regroup and look for him, together."

"Gimme an hour, Sammy. If I can't find him in an hour, I'll come back."

"Y/n, I don't think that's-"

"I just need to try to fix this myself first. Please."

"Okay. Call us if you get close. He might be powered down, but he's still Lucifer."

"Okay. Love ya. Bye." You quickly turned the GPS location option off on the phone and looked across at Lucifer, who had a positively giddy look on his face. "Don't give me that look."

"You just lied to your boyfriend about me. I've never felt so proud."

"I lied because if I told him, he and Dean'd pack into Baby and hunt us down. You might not be the Dad who felt the love of being a father over me, but you are still my father."

"And what's your endgame here, Orli?" He leaned forward. "You can't just let me leave here on my own, because you don't trust me. You can't tell Sam and Dean where we are because they'd never trust you again. We can't stay here forever and you don't want to come with me, so what's the plan?"

"No plan. You think I had a plan when I pulled you out of Needham? No. I just couldn't let my Dad rot in a cell because of some ambitious underling. That's it. Knowing all the pain you've caused, all the death and destruction... I looked in that cell and saw my dad. So, I am going to eat this burger..." You smiled as the waitress dropped off the plates and walked off. "...and I am going to come up with something, with or without your input. 'kay?"

"Look, why don't you just let me head out by myself? I'm not gonna do anything. I'm practically human." He picked up his burger and took a bite. "Look at me, I'm eating! Oh, wow! That is amazing. How disgusting." He took several more bites as you watched in amusement.

"If you think that's disgusting, wait 'til it comes out... and slow down if you don't wanna learn about vomit." You popped a fry in your mouth and leaned forward as he noticeably slowed in his eating. "You don't know how to do this, Dad. You need help. And if you think I find you any less dangerous because you've had your Grace yanked, then you must think I'm stupid."

"I dunno if 'stupid' is the right word." He swallowed and picked up his coffee. "'Uninformed', maybe? Of course I'm less dangerous. You think that ingrate, Asmodeus, would be breathing if I were full power?"

You rolled your eyes. "So you can't dust people with a snap of your fingers, anymore. So? You know how many humans murder each other every day? Not a drop of Grace between 'em. You're still dangerous."

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"Eat your food." You demanded softly.

He didn't speak as he started eating again, slower this time. You dropped money on the table and walked out into the parking lot with him as soon as you were both done eating. "So, what's next, Orli?"

"I don't know how I feel about you calling me that." You said, grabbing his forearm.

"Why? It's your name." He insisted.

"Yeah, but-" You shook your head and flew him to the Bunker's War Room. Sam, Dean and Castiel all shifted into defensive stances as soon as they saw you. "Hey, guys."

"You found him?" Sam asked.

"He didn't escape." You responded, honestly.

Lucifer threw his hands up. "Oh, come on!" He groaned. "You couldn't keep a lie going for more than an hour?! Are you sure you're my daughter?"

"I can lie. I just prefer the truth." You answered.

"What do you mean, 'he didn't escape'?" Dean asked.

"I let him out. I couldn't leave him there with Asmodeus. I-I know that this could be seen as-as a betrayal, but-"

"'Could be'?" Lucifer chimed in.

"I took him to get something to eat. You can't tell this but he's... way depleted."

"It's true. He's very weak." Cas confirmed.

"I am not-"

"Shut up, Dad." You snapped, before turning back to Sam and Dean. "I'm so sorry. I just couldn't leave him there. I really just went to save Castiel, but there was my father in the next cell over, I couldn't leave him."

"Seriously, babe, it's pronounced 'Cass-tee-el'. Long 'E'." Dean corrected.

Lucifer's face screwed up in disgust. "Okay, ew, infantilizing pet name." He gagged. "And my daughter is just saying it like her daddy does."

"You callin' yourself 'daddy' is ew." Dean shot back.

"I'm saying it how it's said in my dimension." You defended.

"And why's it said that way in your dimension?" Lucifer prodded, pointing not-too-subtly at herself.

"Why don't you shut your stupid mouth before I shut it for you?" You growled. He put his hands up in a non-threatening gesture.

The anger flowed out of their faces. "You found out where you're from?"

"Not quite, but Lucifer helped me remember some."

"Get this! I'm the Michael in her universe!" Lucifer exclaimed.

"What does that mean?" Castiel asked.

"Means Chuck entrusted the Mark to Michael so he's the one who was tainted and rebelled. Lucifer's the obedient son where I'm from." You answered.

"Did you remember how you got to... Muggle world?" Dean asked.

"Cas took me." You went with the shortened version of his name to avoid name shame. "Cas, Zachariah and Uriel."

"Really?" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh, it gets better. Show 'em the picture." Lucifer directed, chuckling.

You knew exactly which picture he was referencing. You rolled your eyes and summoned your laptop, opening it and pulling up a picture you'd poached from your Facebook when you decided you weren't going back home. It was you and your parents at a park on July Fourth. "Anybody look familiar, Cas?" You set the laptop on the map table and turned it so that he could examine the picture.

"This is one of my old vessels... and one of Zachariah's."

"These are my parents, who I thought were my parents, anyway. They always treated me with disdain. Never understood why." You trailed off.

"Oh, they hated her!" Lucifer laughed. "So much so that they changed her name."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Dean asked, as Sam asked, "From what?"

"Well, I guess I'm a sentimental douche having never been influenced by the Mark, 'cause I named her 'Orli'." He moved to sit on the map table next to your laptop. "That's Hebrew, Winchesters. Means 'My Light'. Castiel didn't care that y/n was my light, hated that they were being sent away for Orli's safety, so they changed her name before I even finished sending them away."

"I'm very sorry, y/n." Castiel looked from the picture to your face.

"Wasn't you."

"I know the neglect and poor treatment you suffered, y/n. It was a version of me-"

"And another version of you was a smiley, Twitter-obsessed goofball who helped the homeless." You shook your head. "Adam Campbell really can't hold a candle to the light Virgil extinguished. Point is, you're no more Misha Collins than you are the woman who raised me and changed my name. Don't sweat it."

"Wow, she has a saint-like level of not letting shit get to her. I mean, human Castiel was an alcoholic pill popper who once overdosed on Vicodin and meth... at Orli's twelfth birthday party. To forgive that-" Lucifer mockingly whistled appreciatively. "Of course, Zachariah as a human spent 5 years of her life in prison for instigating a bar fight that ended with a cop in the hospital, so..."

You shook your head. "It really wasn't that bad. Zachariah never turned his temper on me."

"She's great. Isn't she great? That's my daughter. I'm getting emotional." Lucifer mocked being touched again.

"I should've left him at the asylum." You groaned.

Lucifer jumped off the table. "No, this is good! We're bonding! Where's your brother? He should be here for this!"

You blinked at him, not enthused. You knew where Jack was, you could feel him in his room. You knew he was listening to everything. "My brother will show himself when he's ready to face you. Until then..." You summoned the spell-etched manacles from the dungeon and slapped them onto Lucifer's wrists.

"Oh, come on!"

"You come on. I couldn't leave you with Asmodeus, but you were right when you said I don't trust you. None of us do."

"Here I was, thinking we were bonding." Lucifer bitched.

"Dungeon?" Dean asked.

"Dungeon." You and Sam confirmed.

"Let me show you to your accommodations." Dean grabbed the chain and pulled the archangel toward the dungeon. "Crowley rated us five stars."

You turned to Sam as soon Dean disappeared from view. "I really am... so sorry... that I lied, you know, when you called? I just didn't want you guys to jump in the Impala and rush to Biggerson's before I... you know, had my time with him. I needed... something from him. I don't know."

"I understand, y/n. You wanted to see him without us influencing the conversation." Sam brought his hands to rest on your neck, his thumbs resting against the curve of your jaw and fingertips caressing your hairline. His gorgeous hazel eyes looked down at you with adoration. "You know, Lucifer was right."

"That's a strange sentence." You whispered.

Sam chuckled as you blushed under his gaze. "Orli's a good name for you. You are so full of light."

"I don't know about-"

"Y/n, you saw Lucifer in a cell and you had to save him. Not because you needed him for anything, just because you couldn't leave him with Asmodeus. You are full of more light than Chuck."

"Thanks." You whispered, looking down.

"I'm surprised by your light... especially after... I didn't know about how you were raised. You never mentioned..."

You pulled away and avoided Castiel's gaze. "It's really not that big a deal. Your raising was much more screwed up than mine."

"No, come on, don't downplay your pain." Sam pleaded, sitting in one of the wooden chairs. "Tell me about your childhood, y/n."

You sat sideways on his lap, legs hanging over the arm of the chair, and looked up at him. "My mom was an addict. Got worse every year I was there. Like Lucifer said, she overdosed on crystal meth during my twelfth birthday party. Pretty much traumatized all of my friends, and I didn't really have very many to start with. I can't count the number of times I had to clean her up, turn her on her side so that she wouldn't choke on her vomit like Hendrix." You sighed. "It was the sleep issues that caused the most problems, I think. Meth caused her some terrible insomnia. She'd be up for days, then drink until she passed out. I thought that was normal for a while, until one of my teachers told me it wasn't, called DCF. That was the first of many times that we picked up and moved without notice, started over from scratch. I was 7.

Dad went to the state pen when I was nine, got out just in time to threaten my first boyfriend with bodily dismemberment. He never talked to me again. I tried everything I could think of to... make everything okay." You bit the inside of your bottom lip as you thought through years of just trying to survive life. Sam put one hand on your hip and the other rested on your thigh, which gave a gentle, encouraging squeeze. "I started slipping them healing potions when I started with the witchcraft. Mom was losing her hair and teeth, and Dad got Hepatitis in prison so I was trying to help them... just gave them more energy to hate me. When I graduated from my sixth high school, I moved out... stayed in the same apartment until I got here. I liked staying in one place... I liked that they could find me if they needed me."

You chuckled. "It's almost like I thought one day they'd wake up and realize that they loved me, come over and make amends, but... never happened. When I disappeared, they told the cops I must've run away because it's not like someone would've noticed me enough to want to kidnap or kill me."

Sam tucked a finger under your chin and prodded you to look at him. "They were blind if they didn't see your light."

"They gave up everything because of me. They had to stop being angels because of me. It's no wonder Zachariah had a violent temper and Castiel turned to drugs and alcohol. I have no idea what happened to Uriel, but I'm sure his reaction wasn't much better. I just wish they had told me I was..."

"Hey, that wasn't your fault. You were just a baby." Sam hugged you tight to his chest. "You know Dean practically raised me, right? Our dad was drunk, when he was around. But I always had someone. I always had Dean, even when I didn't want him. You... you didn't have anybody."

You wrapped your arms around him. "Well, I have the both of you now."

The first kiss was slow and sweet, an affirmation of your previous sentence, but it didn't take long for the kiss to deepen. Sam's hands tightened their hold on you as you twisted on his lap to better accommodate his searching tongue. You grabbed at his gray under-shirt and moved to straddle his lap. He groaned and grasped the back of your t-shirt, pulling it off over your head. "God... I did not get to really enjoy this view last time." Sam whispered, running his hand down your chest.

You leaned up and kissed him. You were ecstatic to be in his arms again. To be touching him, knowing that you were about to teleport to your room to make love, it still seemed a little surreal. It was surreal that you could teleport, and that you were a Nephilim, and that your father was Satan, and-

Really, everything about your life at the moment was the ridiculous antithesis of what you'd expected it to be.

You teleported to your bed, jumping up and pulling your clothes off while Sam got oriented with his new surroundings. He smiled as soon as his eyes fell on you. "Eager?"

"What, is that a bad thing?"

"Not necessarily." He pulled his plaid shirt and his undershirt off over his head and tossed them to the floor. "But you remember, last time you were a bit overeager and, uh, I barely got to taste you."

You smirked. "I remember it well. But I'm not under a sex hex anymore, so..." You trailed off, letting your eyes drift down his muscular chest. "Man. You are... unnaturally handsome." Sam smiled at you and reached forward, pulling you onto the bed. He rolled your bodies until he was on top of you, looking down at you through a curtain of his fluffy hair. "Oh, you look even better from this angle."

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, you know that?" He whispered, adoringly. You opened your mouth to disagree with him about how beautiful his exes had all been, Jessica especially, but immediately forgot to argue as his mouth attached to your neck and your mind focused on that. You could hear his pants unzipping as his hands massaged your hips and thighs. "Hey. None of that." He pulled back and shook his head at you as he pulled the zipper back up. "No Nephilim magic. We're taking this at my speed, not yours, Miss Impatient."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to." You promised.

"You're stronger here, y/n. You have to be careful about your focus." He whispered, leaning back down to kiss the tip of your nose.

"How am I supposed to focus in this situation, Sam?"

Sam smirked. "Well, that's your problem, isn't it? Now, just lay back and relax, let me do this how I wanted to last time."

You sighed and closed your eyes as Sam started to kiss his way down your body. He took his time, just like he did before, but you since you weren't dying from heat this time you were able to enjoy the slow build of desire between your legs. He seemed determined to make it last as long as possible, avoiding all the most common erogenous areas and pointedly keeping his hands to himself. "Sam." You whined. Your hands were twisted in your pillow, trying to find something to do.

"I will gag you." He mumbled against your navel, where he'd been swirling his tongue for what felt like an hour.

"But-"

His teeth came down on your hip, just hard enough to make you gasp. "Y/n, shut up."

"This is punishment for last time, isn't it? 'cause I Kilgrave'd you." You sat up slightly and looked down at him. He was between your legs, just where you wanted him to be, but he still had his jeans on and he had completely avoided putting that mouth where you wanted it.

"Is it so bad that I want to explore every bit of you?"

"Can you explore a sexier bit of me than my belly button, please?"

"You are no fun."

"I beg to differ, Sammy. I am a barrel of fuckin' fun."

"What do you have to do that's more important than what I'm doing with you?"

"Nothing." You groaned, throwing your head back on the pillow. "I know I'm not the only one this is torturing. You look like you're about to bust your zipper."

Sam chuckled. "You're adorable when you're frustrated." He whispered, before dropping one of his hands to lightly rub his fingers down your lips.

"Fuck, Sam."

"Finally." He finished your thought for you as his middle finger slipped inside of you.

"Gods, can I take your pants off now, please?" You asked as he started to fuck his finger in and out of you.

"Yeah, go ahead." Sam consented as he added another finger. "You're so fuckin' wet."

"You've been working to get me wet for forever, so-" You snapped your fingers and his pants were suddenly on the floor with his shirt.

"I'm not ready to fuck you, yet." He said before he started to circle around your clit. He licked and sucked at your womanhood for several minutes until he pulled back and got up onto his knees. "Wanted to taste you. Sorry." He licked at his fingers and gave a satisfied noise.

"You could've tasted me any time over the last hour, Sam."

"No fun." He reiterated, then kissed you. "But you definitely taste delicious."

You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him down to you. "You sure are spending a lot of time with me for being no fun."

"Lucky for you, I'm in love." He smirked, kissing you before reaching down and wrapping his right hand around his cock. He slid his cockhead between your lips and guided it to your entrance. He swiveled his hips as he sunk into you. "Fuck, y/n." He kissed your neck and shoulder as he worked to get himself completely sheathed in you. He was bigger than you remembered, or maybe it just seemed that way after months of sub-par sex with José. Sam's movements were sure and confident, as he always was with you, but José had always approached sex like he was afraid he'd hurt you with his 8 inches. You'd never had the heart to explain that the two men who touched you before him were both giants in comparison, or that he actually hurt you more with his careless hands than his cock. Fingernail maintenance is vital.

"Hey, y/n. Earth to y/n." Sam whispered in your ear. "You got that far-off look in your eyes."

"Sorry. Just trying to be quiet. Don't wanna force you to-" He rolled his eyes and pulled his hips back, immediately slamming them forward and causing you to cry out. "Fuck, Sam!"

"I don't want porn star noises, but if you don't make some noise I'll think you aren't enjoying yourself." He nuzzled into your neck as he started a quick piston of his hips, which you met every motion of, using the way your legs were wrapped around him as leverage.

You definitely enjoyed yourself. Through seven different positions and two hours of not even caring that the entire bunker could hear you evoking all of your favorite gods and titans, he managed to keep you just on the edge of cumming and at the peak of enjoying yourself. When he buried his cock as deep as he could from behind, left hand fisted in your hair as the other put blinding pressure on the bundle of nerves he'd all but ignored during the whole event, you finally tipped over the edge. You screamed in pleasure as your legs gave out and the two of you fell to your mattress, nerves tingling.

"Jesus, Sam." You panted out, exhausted. He pulled you against his chest, chuckling as his cock slowly softened within you. "What?" You asked, turning your head to look at him.

"Did you run out of Pagan deities? Time to call on Jesus?" He asked, amused.

"Oh." You started laughing. "Shut up."

A knock on your door made you twist and grab your sheet. "Cover up, Sammy. I'm comin' in." Dean called. Sam smirked as he wrapped the sheet around his waist and you reached down to grab his shirt from the gloor, which you put on but didn't button. Dean walked in, balancing three plates on his arms. "Thought you might need lunch. Protein and carbs to replenish." He handed you each a turkey and cheese sandwich with a small bag of chips, then sat down in the chair next to your bed and took a large bite of his own sandwich.

"You know, Lucifer must be way weak, 'cause he was raging like no one's business and nothin'. Not even a light bulb burst." Dean said around a mouthful of bread and meat.

"Oh, yeah. Probably should've mentioned that Lucifer knows I'm with both of you and is not happy about it."

"All the more reason to shake the rafters, sweetheart." Dean winked at you as you took a bite. "So, Cas, Jack and I were talkin' game plan for Apocalypse World and Cas thinks we should milk Lucifer for all the information he's got on this other universe before we head out."

You nodded. "I can do that."

"Yeah?" Sam asked, licking potato chip grease off of his fingers.

"He did it to me. Dredged up this old memory from the depths of my mind, something from when I was days old. I'm sure I could get at his memories from a couple weeks ago." You shrugged. "I could not if you'd rather interrogate him for it."

"Tempting as that sounds..." Dean cleared his throat. "Your way's cleaner."

You smiled. "We're gonna get your mom. Promise."

"We believe you." Sam said, smiling.

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13x12 - Episode Review - What is Fifth Base Anyway?

So the people at Google must have been confused when they discovered the number of searches for “fifth base” drastically went up overnight… Steve Yokey you cheeky bugger I love you! (Show of hands everyone who did this? Go on, admit it!)

This episode was really good. One of the stronger ones of an already very strong bunch as season 13 continues to exceed in quality. It had jokes, it had deep emotional revelations, it had Cas once again using his SuperPower of sassing the fuck out of things to get what he wants. Yeah it was pretty awesome! So let’s delve into the main points.

The Red Herring Love Spell

We were all expecting this to be an episode similar to 12x11 based on how it was marketed to us. Dean is under a love spell! It’s up to Sam and Rowena to save him! That seemed to be the gist of the PR team’s focus. As ever, PR is not Showrunning and this turned out to be one giant red herring.

The love spell lasted all of five minutes. So why bother? WHY was a love spell even PART of this plot?! Seriously? Someone tell me how this episode couldn’t have followed the EXACT same narrative with the sisters using some other spell to force people to do things for them? The fact is, that love spell was pointless for the plot but excellent for getting people thinking about LOVE. Specifically, Dean Winchester and LOVE, or at least, what love should be, and what it most definitely is not.

Aside from the fact that the clunky music whenever the love spell was invoked made me cringe, I thoroughly enjoyed how innocent it all seemed. Dean got to play Prince Charming to the princess and provide her with a gift of her choosing. I think it says something about Dean that the love spell encouraged this fairy tale vibe specifically for him, when for Dale at the start it was all about him playing protector and hero through violence and theft. I just thought it was an interesting statement about Dean’s wishes and desires compared to other men. Though I gotta admit, the gift giving, goofiness and oh I dunno, protecting his lover from a gun? It all seemed rather familiar to me… Hmmm…

I mean who else has Dean previously entrusted with powerful one off weapons?

Who else has Dean had to recently protect from a pointed gun much to his own horror rather than the recipient who is unlikely to be harmed by a regular gun anyway?

Who else makes Dean goofy and pull these silly delighted faces?

*looks into the camera like on the Office*

Yeah, but see these are not really examples of true love, even though they are all things done with Cas. What IS true love in season 13 is something that subtextually KEEPs getting referred to in EVERY EPISODE. That in 13x01 – 13x05 Dean was deeply lost in grief. Deeply mourning over the loss of Cas – someone who he is truly in love with. Love makes you do crazy things? Yeah, and as Billy said in 13x05 (Yokey’s last episode FYI) Dean wanted to die. Cas’s death had brought him to that level. The fact that now it is SAM who is feeling low, feeling powerless because of the loss of Mary and Jack, and Dean is able to remain focussed and have HOPE that they will save them, continues to be astonishingly hypocritical of Dean given where he was when Cas was dead. But it does keep drawing our attention to that fact, and for that I love it.

Bonus point for “I think you may be right, I think its time we go ahead and call Cas…” … “I’m in love” because Yokey could have written Sam saying ANYTHING at that point but he chose to remind the audience about Cas at that exact moment… as Dean announces he is in love, because the two are connected (and because it then wouldn’t be that much of a stretch to assume that Sam’s initial reaction is “Oh… so you finally admit it?”)

(FYI this crappy gif is my own. Don’t judge. It’s the first I’ve ever made.)

Sam’s mild amusement here just fits the “oh so you finally admit it? We can call Cas and start the wedding preparations?” interpretation and NO ONE can stop me seeing it that way! :D

Bonus Point two for the mentions of “Soulmates” (which relate to Angels in the show) and “Cosmic” (which again, tends to relate to angels and Cas).

Bonus point three that this is an episodes marketed as Dean being in love! LOOK AT ALL THIS HETEROSEXUALITY! It seems to scream at our general audiences, and yet, as always in SPN, if the GA are seeking heterosexuality, they are to be disappointed. They got a 5 minute mini love spell plot and Dean once again is without even a hint of an actual true female romantic partner. Nope, sorry heteros seeking a woman for Dean. You won’t find that here!

Basically, it’s not too much of a stretch to interpret this entire love spell mini plot as exposition for the TRUTH regarding Dean and “true love”. Because we all know it. It’s right there in the subtext. I just wish they’d make it text already.

Review continues under the cut as per usual...

Addressing Long unspoken Trauma – FINALLY

Officially my favourite part of the episode (unofficially my second fave part after “fifth base”), the conversations between Sam and Rowena about their trauma at the hands of Lucifer had me welling up. This is the first time in SPN history that Sam has actually opened up to ANYONE about his Lucifer trauma. Read that again. Be amazed that it has taken this long. Send Dabb and Yokey a fruit basket for this.

One thing season 13 has been excellent at doing, is making things textual that were previously only implied. This seems to be a continued trend following on from the reveal in 12x22 that Dean is effectively Sam’s parent (A fact meta writers have been talking about for YEARS.)

I don’t really have much to say about it actually, because it’s all just THERE in the text. It has left me kind of speechless.

SAM: Its not gonna change anything, you’re still gonna feel helpless. What Lucifer did to you…

ROWENA: I told you I don’t… before he crushed my skull, Lucifer showed me his face. His true face. I’m scared Sam. All the time.

SAM: I’ve seen it too. What he really looks like behind… behind whatever vessel… yeah it still keeps me up at night.

ROWENA: How do you deal with it?

SAM: I guess I don’t deal with it, not really. I mean I…Ive pushed it down, and the world kept almost ending and so I keep pushing it down and I dunno… I don’t really talk about it, not even with Dean, I mean I could… he would listen but, it’s not something I really know how to share.

…..

SAM: Even if you do get the book, and even if you get your power back. It won’t matter. You won’t ever be able to change what happened, you won’t be able to change how helpless you felt, or how helpless you feel. You’re still gonna get scared. That feeling, that feeling never goes away.

ROWENA: Never?

SAM: Never.

…

Honestly it’s perfect. Yokey has decided that enough is enough. We need to discuss this. We need to talk about the fact that our main characters have a shit load of trauma. It’s about GODDAMN TIME.

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I just want to scream about the shots for a second though because god bless Amanda Tapping for being so excellent at capturing emotions. I am starting to think she is one of the best directors for it. The intimate long close ups on the actors faces as they open about this stuff, it just works. The soft music in the back ground pulls no focus away from the gravity of Sam’s words. It’s intense, and harrowing and kudos to Jared here because I think he must have been ITCHING for a moment like this for Sam for YEARS (and for god sake someone ask him about this scene at a con instead of more bloody prank questions PLEASE.)

I also love that it’s Rowena who Sam opens up to about this stuff, because she has that in common with him. I know that it can be argued that Cas has also experienced trauma at the hands of Lucifer, but since Cas is an angel it’s not the same. I doubt Lucifer’s true face would affect Cas, since Cas is already an angel with the ability to see and cope with seeing things that human minds struggle to comprehend.

I think Rowena and Sam is our new Dean and Crowley. They are enemies, but they have a mutual respect for one another and I see this as a really good thing both for Sam and Rowena. Because Crowley was changed thanks to his bond with Dean (love for Dean), he was able to find redemption in that. Rowena could also now find redemption, especially considering her newly powered up status. For Sam I think it was a smart choice to give Rowena the pages at the end. It wasn’t just about the bond they formed over shared trauma, it was Sam knowing that Rowena is right, that Lucifer will always find a way back, and Sam knows that eventually he will have to face him again, and he needs all the help and power he can get, so a powered up Rowena is a powerful ally to have against the creature that tortured and broke both their spirits.

Am I shipping them? No, not really. I still think Rowena is a villain. I never shipped Drowley, though I acknowledge it’s existence in the show as basically a hairsbreadth away from canon. (it’s technically just as close to canon if not more so than Destiel and strongly implied that they hooked up in various episodes). But if the show did go there with Sam and Rowena I wouldn’t mind it as such. I just don’t think it would be endgame. But sure, it could work for a while. I see them more like frenemies with mutual interests. Besides, I’m a Saileen girl all the way and will continue to hope for Eileen’s resurrection this season.

Narrative Mirrors – Witches and Winchesters

Ah narrative mirrors, don’t we love them? I especially love them when they highlight the Winchester family dynamics and just how screwed up they all are. Our witchy sisters fall extremely easily into this category. Jamie and Jenny or “J2” as I now plan to call them (I see what you did there Yokey). So J2 are motivated to do whatever it takes to bring back mum. Whatever it takes even though they are hardly competent witches and only seem to have one spell mastered – the love spell. The older sister uses her charm to encourage the victims to do whatever they wish for, whilst the younger sister is the smarter of the two, more skilled in magic (I wonder who they are supposed to represent?)

They have one purpose, and will stop at nothing until that purpose is fulfilled:

JAMIE: I’m sorry, I know I’m the big sister and I’m supposed to be the strong one or whatever.

JENNY: Yeah?

JAMIE: I just really miss her.

JENNY: I do too.

JAMIE: I know, and I like, really believe in us

JENNY: Jamie, I just want her back so bad

JAMIE: And we’re going to get her back, even if we have to cast every spell in this book and curse the souls of like a million people to make it happen.

Doesn’t this sound rather familiar? Like from 13x09:

DEAN: You were right, about mom you were right, this whole time we should have been looking for her

SAM: I was just hoping, I didn’t know. And anyway it doesn’t matter, now that we do know.

DEAN: We find her, no matter what it takes.

Which always made me kinda uncomfortable. There is a reason that Billy didn’t want Dean knowing their mum was still alive. Because Billy knows that the Winchesters would break the Universe to bring her back. “House of Cards” she called it. What’s the betting that thanks to Sam and Dean this “house of cards” is going to come tumbling down just as Billy predicted? Because I would put money on it.

At the end of the episode, we realise that Sam and Dean are in exactly the same place as J2. Jamie – the older sister, trying to support and reassure her younger sister, the one who “wants mom back so badly”. Jamie, unlike her sister, is totally focused on completing their task, whereas Jenny has her doubts. Just like Sam and Dean. We know that Dean is back to “We’ll figure it out” and “you and me” even though Sam is NOT on board with this, but like Jenny, Sam will follow Dean into a hornets nest if it means doing what they set out to do and save mum.

The girls mum came back wrong though, a zombie. When Mary was first resurrected she certainly wasn’t what the boys expected either, and now she is lost again, whose to say just what state she will be in when she is finally freed? Perhaps the message for the boys here is to actually let her go? As in, let go of the memory of Mary that they had sat on a pedestal (Dean in particular) and start to accept the woman their mother actually is, and let her do her thing, because otherwise it may kill them all.

And isn’t this moment just a perfect visual representation of the toxic co-dependency that is the Winchester brothers? Stab stab stab. One of them even has a hammer… LOL.

(Yup its another one of my crappy gifs.)

The Sassiest Angel in the Garrison

Oh Cas, I have missed your beautiful face…

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(Dipper agrees with me)

Now I think everyone knows by now that I hate Lucifer. As in, I find the character extremely irritating and just want him off our screens dead and buried, and that Mark P can go annoy some other shows audience. The ONLY thing that makes watching Lucifer remotely bearable for me, is Castiel - wonderful, perfect, funny, grumpy, brilliant Castiel, sassing the fuck out of him. Bearing in mind all their scenes but one took place behind bars, I was as always captivated by Cas and the brilliant genius he is.

So far in season 13, Castiel hasn’t actually spent much time using his powers, his grace, to actually get anything done. What he has done, is be incredibly smart and used that tactician brain of his to talk himself out of any situation. Everything Castiel does has a purpose. He is generally a creature of few words (except when it comes to Dean) and therefore, whenever he does speak, it is usually with a great deal of thought. (There was a brilliant meta on the word “assbutt” and how it is the worst insult he could possibly throw at Lucifer and yet everyone still ridicules him for it. Don’t knock the word assbutt. Cas knew exactly what he was doing!)

And so Cas isn’t just being a sassy little bitch in this episode. He’s being a sassy little bitch with purpose. Lucifer may be powered down, but he still has power. Cas knows this. Cas knows that the best way to get Lucifer activating what little power he has is to make him angry. So what does Cas do? He sass’s him, over and over. Pissing him off until eventually, it works.

“Turns out rage is a good motivator”

Such a badass. Bye bye little Dipper.

This is why you should never underestimate Castiel. He will always get the better of you. He will always come out on top in the end.

“This is me, learning from my mistakes” he says whilst stabbing Lucifer at the end of the episode. I thoroughly enjoyed that moment of course, even if we know already it doesn’t stick. Since Lucifer is alive next episode. *sigh*.

Lucifer has been continuously hinting all episode that he want’s Cas’s grace. It seems possible due to pics from next week, that he may actually get what he seeks.

Cas has blood on his collar, which he doesn’t have at the end of 13x12. So is Cas about to become human again? Or at least graceless? It’s possible. @tinkdw​ wrote this post about it (yes I stole her screencap). We were discussing this in our group chat yesterday and thanks to the themes that would come from another human!Cas story I can certainly get behind it, even if I hate the idea that it isn’t his choice yet again. This time, having Lucifer steal his grace seems worse than the first time. But as I mentioned above, Castiel has already shown several times this season that his grace is in no way where his strengths lie. I just hope that it is still his choice in the end to give it up, or not regain it, however that story may pan out.

But yeah maybe prepare ourselves for a human Cas whose grace was stolen by Lucifer plot? I mean if it doesn’t happen great, but if it does... don’t say we didn’t warn ya okay? I know how sensitive we all get about Cas stuff - this is literally the first any of us had thought of this. Besides, he’ll still be amazing even if Lucifer does take his grace, He’ll get in a few more stabs before the end. No doubt.

Other Awesome Stuff

The “fifth base” scene. Yeah this was certainly risqué of Yokey. I was screaming about this to Tink in the chatty bubbles, trust a gay writer to throw in a gay joke aimed at our currently in the closet bisexual lead character and have him act all awkward like he doesn’t know what it is… *glances at Sam* What? Nope, I’ve never… There’s NO SUCH THING AS FIFTH BASE. Sure Jan. Just as I scoff at the idea of Dean not knowing basic French, the idea that Dean DOESN’T know what fifth base is, is absurd. These are purposely input into this episode to raise our eyebrows and DOUBT them.

Baring in mind the way Rowena asks that question “Did THEY get to fifth base?” not “Did YOU get to fifth base” strongly implies actually that Rowena was asking if Dean was pegged. Let’s get that clear. Once again, we have a bottom!dean joke in the subtext of the show. (At some point we need to round up EVERY reference to Dean’s ass and compare it to the other characters just to make this point.)

Oh gosh I haven’t even got to “What’s by is by” yet. The top result in google for this supposed saying is a destiel fanfic written as coda for this episode. There is NOTHING else. It doesn’t exist. What is Yokey playing at exactly? Bygones be bygones maybe? But she had to say it like that? After a reference to anal? To DEAN? Yeah I know everyone is probably already yelling about this on tumblr but still. This is a very huge WTF from me to Yokey that he would ever think we WOULDN’T pick up on this. He did it on purpose. It has a reason, just like everything else. The reason being “Dean is Bi”.

......

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The final scene with Rowena is spectacular. It’s also oddly erotic but maybe that’s just me. Rowena is finally unbound, powerful, free, and probably quite deadly. Here’s hoping she raises a hell of a storm. I have always loved Rowena’s character so for me this idea of her being “unbound” and basically immortal is really interesting. I just hope this paves the way to her helping the Winchesters defeat the big bads to come. Because I see her becoming more of an ally as time goes by. I hope she continues to have a big part to play in the story, and after this final scene I am practically sure she will. 

....

Castiel speaking about Jack like he’s a proud parent gives me life. He truly loves the kid. It’s beautiful.

....

Why does Lucifer attract so many dick jokes nowadays? I’m actually almost getting tired of them. For shits and giggles I’m gonna accept it at face value that Lucifer, unlike Crowley, is not well endowed. It makes sense. The tantrums, the violence. Little man syndrome. Pfft.

I’m also going to take it at face value that Cas is most likely huge. Yeah, that smirk is telling.

We all know he’s a big boy. ;-)

.... 

Hats off to Brenda. The biggest star of the episode. Never failed to make me laugh every time I watched.

You go Brenda. You were awesome.

Overall

Solid episode with lots of great moments. Now all I need is Cas to find the boys and get really pissy with them when he realises they didn’t ONCE figure out that Colonel Sanders was impersonating him. I mean sure, Dean has super low self esteem and was clearly grumpy with Cas at the start of the episode for only really checking in with Sam, not coming home after taking off, clearly CHOOSING the road over being at home with HIM... But that doesn’t excuse him being blind to Asmodeus’s impersonation. Bring on next week. I hope Dean grovels.

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 17: Hurt/Comfort & Whump

the time has come | @elizaeverafter

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1068 Main Tags/Warnings: no archive warnings apply, non-graphic pet death, angst with a happy ending, hopeful ending, established relationship, married castiel/dean winchester, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: The second Dean walked into their home, he should’ve picked up on the fact that something was wrong. Looking back on it, it was so silent that it was suffocating. There was an unnatural stillness, like their house knew something bad had happened and was trying not to involve itself.

Beautiful | @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1367 Main Tags/Warnings: human!cas, hurt/comfort, injured cas, first kiss Summary: “How long has he been sitting there?” Dean starts; he’d been watching Cas and hadn’t heard Sam behind him. “Five hours.” Dean practically spits out the words. “He won’t eat. He won’t move to a more comfortable chair. He won’t even take his damn pain pills. And he can’t tell me that doesn’t hurt, I know what a broken collar bone feels like. He’s just so--” ***** In which Cas, now fully human for several months, has been injured, and Dean has to Use His Words to comfort his friend.

Teardrops For You | @envydean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1500 Main Tags/Warnings: Grief, Character Death, Established Relationship, Funerals, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dean and Cas holding each other, Sadness, slight fluff, Angst, Car Accidents, Nightmares, Cuddling, Holding, Crying, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary: The accident killed her and left Dean alive and emotionally broken. He's a disgrace. His best friend is dead and he can't even cry for her.

Soup & Syrup | @suckerfordeansfreckles

Rating: General Word Count: 1548 Main Tags/Warnings: best friends to lovers, getting together, sick Cas Summary: Cas started feeling sick two days ago, throat raw and hurting, every part of his body in pain as if he’ll burn up with fever any second. Then he had to cancel his and Dean's weekly study date in the library this afternoon, to stay home and take a quick nap that accidentally ended up four hours long and left him groggy and sweaty and weird. Dean has been sending him texts, five since he cancelled earlier, and as soon as Cas felt awake and present enough to respond, he called. This is where they are now, around 1 a.m. on a Saturday. He didn’t really stop to look at the clock before he called Dean, but — well. He was just hoping Dean would be awake, maybe out with friends. He was just hoping that maybe, maybe, Dean would come by and dote a little on him. Just because having his best friend around always makes him feel better. Not because he craves Dean’s presence, his palm on Cas’ forehead and his hands tucking him in beneath his blanket. Absolutely not.

The Admission | @deservetobesaved

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1720 Main Tags/Warnings: season 13, all the feelings Summary: Castiel finds out Dean threatened to kill Jack. He also finds out how broken Dean was when he died. So, naturally, he confronts him about it. A sort of fix-it coda, in or after 13x06.

Knowing | @unexpecteddreamz

Rating: General Word Count: 2013 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Demon Dean Summary: Of all the things Castiel might have expected to see, this was the last... It might well be the last thing he ever sees! Castiel is ""Always willing to bleed for the Winchesters"". Sam doesn't know how to fix what is broken. Dean is having nightmares. How did everything go so wrong so fast?

The Snow's Captives | SargentMom573 (AO3)

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2126 Main Tags/Warnings: Blizzards & Snowstorms, Sick Castiel, Caretaker Dean, Cabin Fic Summary: Dean was not going to make it alive down the mountain in a week’s time. Why? Because Cas was going to kill him, that’s why.

Skin Wars | @cr-noble-writes

Rating: General Word Count: 2319 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst, Artist!Dean, Model!Cas, body painting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cas protecting Dean from himself, shy!Dean, introvert!dean, Baby, graffiti artist!charlie, artist!Balthazar, art critic!Crowley, TV host!Anna, Skin Wars AU Summary: Dean, a traditionally trained artist, is competing for $100,000 in the reality body painting TV show, Skin Wars. He’s lucky enough to get paired with a friend as his model, Cas, for a particularly personal challenge. Dean feels his painting isn’t up to snuff, but what will the judges think?

Take Me Home | @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2683 Main Tags/Warnings: Mentions of Rape, Mentions of Sexual Abuse, Non-con/Rape outside of Castiel/Dean Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, TW: Mentions of Non-con/Rape Summary: “I want to go home.” Dean let out, in a strangled voice. “Of course -” Cas reached for Dean’s hand, prepared to fly them away. Dean pulled away his hand, and rested his head backwards, against the seat. It seemed impossibly long before he finally asked. Unsure, as if somehow he still felt like Castiel could deny him anything. “Could you drive?”

Cold Comfort | @noiproksa

Rating: General Word Count: 3232 Main Tags/Warnings: Sharing Body Heat, Hypothermia, Huddling for Warmth, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Banter Summary: Dean and Cas are trapped in a room with temperatures well below zero. When even sharing vessel heat doesn’t seem to help anymore, they need to do whatever it takes to keep each other alive. (Intended as gen, but can be read as Destiel pre-slash.)

Exodus | @spnsmile

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3365 Main Tags/Warnings: Explicit, noncon, hurt/ comfort Summary: Endverse!Dean comes back alive. He comes back to the camp to find he was gone for almost a month and that Castiel now serves a different captain. Like hell Dean Winchester will let that happen.

save that light | @specsofwings

Rating: Mature Word Count: 4779 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Assassin Dean Winchester, Human Castiel, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Whump, Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Blasphemy/Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Crucifixion, Major Character Injury, Heavy Angst, Angst With a Happy Ending, Trauma, Healthy Relationship, Hurt/Comfort Summary: He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive— Dean isn’t sure if it’s his brain, if he’s speaking aloud, if it’s Jody, next to him in the car, but he’s alive, Castiel is alive, and then there is darkness.

The Empty's Curse | @cloverhighfive

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5380 Main Tags/Warnings: major character death, angst, fluff Summary: Dean is dying and there is no getting out of it this time. After a round of goodbyes from friends, Castiel takes Dean on one last ride.

Shiver | @nickelkeep

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5714 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern with Magic, Witchcraft, Getting Back Together, Blizzards and Snowstorms, Car Accident, Snowed In, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, NSFW Summary: In desperate need of his journal to complete a spell, Dean braves a snowstorm to return to the cabin - and the man - left behind. Can a freak accident repair what's been damaged? Or will their lack of communication push Dean and Cas apart forever?

Six Feet Under Water | zaphodsgirl (AO3)

Rating: Mature Word Count: 7638 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: This story is inspired by the amazing art of dragonpressgraphics, accompanied by this prompt: "Can be canon or AU (though Canon preferred - see below why) where Cas almost drowns and either Dean witnessed it or rescues him - would love a fic where Cas then has to deal with fear of drowning afterwards - maybe Dean too has nightmares about Cas drowning because of the same experience (bonus if references are made to season 6/7 where Cas walked into the water because of the Leviathans). Loads of angst more than okay as long as story has happy ending"

This Path Is Paved With Kitty Litter | @navajolovesdestiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8392 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Grieving Castiel (Supernatural), Caring Dean Winchester, Veterinary Assistant Dean, Deanna The Kitten, Explicit Sexual Content Summary: The man moved from cage to cage, petting each cat in turn. Dean could hear his sigh from where he was standing. Dean walked over to him. The guy looked up at Dean and again, his eyes made Dean’s knees weak. “Hey, guy, you spend a lot of time with these cats. You thinking about adopting one?” The look on the guy’s face went from sad to stricken. “Uh… n-no, I’m… I’m just looking at them.” The look made Dean’s chest hurt.

After the Fallout | @cr-noble-writes

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8832 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Apocalypse, Post-Nuclear War, some body horror, Major Character Injuries, Nightmares, Mutants, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Angst, Conspiracy, top!dean, Bottom!Cas Summary: Its been years since the nuclear catastrophe that decimated the world. From the moment Dean Winchester stepped foot on the surface again, he’s been running from mutant creatures that want to kill him. When will it end?

I'm Thankful I get to Leave | @sheinthatfandom

Rating: Mature Word Count: 11079 Main Tags/Warnings: thanksgiving dinner, alternate universe- human, dysfunctional family, uncomfortable topics, red flags, emotional manipulation, emotional incest, homophobia, ableism, racism, bad parent mary, bad parent john, bobby used to be married to mary Summary: Screw you Columbus now we have to eat at Mary’s pretending to not be the Jerry Springer version of the Brady Bunch instead of getting ready for Christmas.

The Last Thing I Wanted | @nickelkeep

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 11492 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Fantasy, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Whump, Prince!Dean, Concubine!Cas Summary: When Castiel is grievously wounded during an unsanctioned battle, it's all Prince Dean can do to make sure he lives the rest of his life comfortably. However, due to the archaic laws of Terra, Castiel is too lowborn to hold lands, deeds, or titles. What better way to solve an archaic problem than with a just-as-antiquated solution?

Healing an Angel | @noiproksa

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 12017 Main Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Castiel, Canon Compliant, Friendship, Team Free Will, Wing Grooming, Aftermath of Torture Summary: Cas has been captured by shapeshifters who have been torturing him for weeks. The aftermath is not pretty, but Dean will do anything to get his angel through this and get him to trust them again. To make matters worse, the mastermind behind Cas’ capture is still alive. Will they be able to keep him from coming after Cas again?

Cloned to Perfection | @fangirlingtodeath513

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16298 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester,Castiel (Supernatural),Dean Winchester,Sam Winchester,Bobby Singer,Charlie Bradbury,Cain (Supernatural),Alastair (Supernatural),John Winchester,Alternate Universe - Future,Marine Castiel (Supernatural),John Winchester Being an Asshole,Canon-Typical Violence,Human Experimentation,Government Experimentation,Genetic Engineering,Clones,Gun Violence,Shooting Guns,Fugitives,Hacking,Government Conspiracy,Blow Jobs,Come Swallowing,Interrogation,Truth Serum,Needles,Brief Mentions of Torture (Not TFW),Alternate Universe - No Monsters,Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss,Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time,Hand Jobs,Angst with a Happy Ending,Happy Ending,Minor Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer,Minor Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle,Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Summary: For thirty years, Dean’s been in the dark about a bombshell of a family secret. When an AWOL soldier shows up on his doorstep in the middle of the night, he’s shoved into a world he had no idea existed. He never asked to be cloned. He never asked to have his genome edited to make him a super-soldier. He didn’t even know. Now his fate rests in the hands of a ragtag group—Castiel, the AWOL soldier sent as a warning by Sam and Dean’s father; Charlie, an ingenious hacker and Dean’s best friend; and his brother Sam, who’s also being chased by the government for the same reason. Can they pull the rug out from under the military general who’s after their father’s research, or will Sam and Dean be doomed to live the remainder of their lives being experimented on by the military?

He Can't Sleep | @pray4jensen

Rating: Mature Word Count: 18970 Main Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Marriage, Domestic, Case Fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Summary: He’s done soaping up Cas’ hair. He grabs the sponge at his side and starts to scrub at Cas’ skin, up along his arms, his neck, down his chest. When he runs it up his legs, to his thighs, Cas shudders and then there’s a hand cupping Dean’s cheek, cold and dripping water and soap, and Dean falters, looks at him for the first time. “Will you sleep with me?” Cas says. “Tonight?” Dean swallows. He says yes.

One Last Time | @confusedcasishere

Rating: Mature Word Count: 27370 Main Tags/Warnings: Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Dom/Sub, Dom Castiel/ Sub Dean Winchester, Lawyer Castiel, Top Castiel/ Bottom Dean Winchester, Porn With Plot Summary: After some convincing, Castiel agrees to try out a sex club. He’s nervous and looking for any excuse to back out, until he stumbles across a photo of a beautiful sub with captivating green eyes. Cas has to have him.

Highway to Hell (WIP) | @tucuxia

Rating: Mature Word Count: 31551 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Gabriel Has a Crush on Sam Winchester, Alpha Sam Winchester/Omega Gabriel, Alpha Balthazar/Omega Crowley, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Dean's life hasn't been great, Biker Castiel, Biker Sam Winchester Summary: Castiel, who shares leadership of the Hells Angels biker gang with his two older alpha brothers, finds out that a rival gang has been encroaching on their territory. During a tense meeting with the Devil's Blood gang in Lawrence, KS, he becomes the owner of a scared, broken young omega named Dean. Having forgotten how to speak after a decade under Azazel's cruel ownership, can the young omega learn to trust his new family, and maybe reconnect with the one he lost?

I Choose You (WIP) | @baby-in-a-trenchcoat7

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 43284 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Destiel, Slight Smut, High School Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester Summary: High School AU. Castiel Novak has a dirty dream about the captain of the baseball team, Dean Winchester. Dean has a dirty dream about the nerdy Novak boy who hangs around the art room a lot. Castiel becomes Dean’s tutor, and the two soon learn that keeping their relationship platonic is harder than they thought. As their relationship develops, the two have to fight to overcome their problems while doing everything they can to stay together. Rated Explicit for sexual scenes.

Emergence | @ellis-park

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 58862 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon fic, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, amnesia, graphic depictions of violence Summary: Something’s been missing from Dean’s life for the past three years, a void left after a hunt gone terribly wrong. He often feels a sense of longing with no discernible cause, a need to talk to someone who isn’t there. A call from an acquaintance leads Dean to James Novak, a man who disappeared more than a decade ago, and suddenly Dean gets the feeling he’s found what he’s been missing. But James isn’t really James — he’s the angel Castiel, who’s wanted by angels, demons and hunters alike. And he may be at the center of the storm that wrecked Dean’s life all those years ago.

Forbidden Fruit (WIP) | @amyoatmeal

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 95427 Main Tags/Warnings: professor student au, stripper au, age difference, top!castiel/bottom!dean, unrequited castiel/balthazar, unrequited dean winchester/aaron bass, dean winchester & charlie bradbury, threats of noncon/sexual abuse, threats of violence, mentions of past trauma/abuse, angst Summary: Castiel Novak is a respectable, if not a little boring professor at his university. He lives a comfortable, financially stable life with his cat in his modestly-sized apartment. It would appear he has everything he needs, including an over-eager friend and colleague, but when fate tempts him with a seemingly familiar new student by the name of Dean Winchester, Castiel's comfortable life threatens to get turned on its head and things start to get a little juicy.

Stay With Me, Sweetheart | @a-mandala-rose

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 108710 Main Tags/Warnings: Dean/Cas, Dean/Lisa, Past Dean/Others, Past Cas/Others, Kid Fic, Serious Major Character Injury, Car Accident, PTSD/Panic Attacks, House Fires, Past Minor Canonical Character Death, Minor OC Death, Past Emotional Abuse, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Referenced Top Dean/Bottom Cas, Explicit Top Cas/Bottom Dean Summary: “Alright Cas, here comes the hard part. We’re gonna get you out of here, but we’ve gotta take the roof off and while we do that, we’re gonna have to cover you with a sheet to protect you from the glass. I’ll be right here though. I’m not going anywhere.” As he starts to drift away, he suddenly feels the press of Dean’s forehead against his own through the rough fabric and hears that warm, sunlit voice murmer quietly in his ear, too low to be overheard by the firefighters currently working to remove the SUV’s roof, “Stay with me, Sweetheart.” A single moment's distraction ends with a serious car accident that leaves Castiel trapped in his vehicle. Fortunately for him, fire fighter Dean Winchester is there, never leaving Castiel's side as the rest of his company work to free him from the mangled remains of his SUV. When the two meet again in the ICU, Castiel finds himself just as drawn to and comforted by the handsome fireman as he was during his accident. Dean is certainly attractive, but single father Castiel doesn't have time or space in his life for a romantic relationship. Then again, there's no harm in making a new friend, is there?

[awed-frog]

I had some issues with the long promo too. So I'm curious to hear more about what you thought

Okay, here is basically what was going through my mind -

[under a cut because I try to keep this blog spoiler free, also I’m slightly bitter about most of it]

Oooooh the car, I’ve missed the car.

“Starting in the worst place they’ve ever started.” - Hey remember that time Dean thought Sam was dead and Cas didn’t give a fuck about him and also he’d stopped hunting and was suffering from PTSD so much he almost killed a kid? And mmmh remember that other time when Dean went to Hell and Sam was left hugging his brother’s mangled and bloody body? And when Dean thought Cas had died and also Sam was about to die as well? Yeah, me too. Fun times.

Honestly, I don’t get why they need to hype it up every year - we. don’t. want. the. hype. We want a decently thought-out plot and good writing and room for the characters to be themselves?

And now I’m thinking about that tumblr post, I’ll pay you $10 to let them talk to each other.

Yeah.

In S12 they were okay because ‘Mom was back’? Excuse you, do you even watch your own show? 

And I like how Crowley and Rowena are listed as allies, LOL YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT but guess what, too late now.

“A big part of last season was stripping all that away…” - Uh no, that’s exactly what my issue with last season was - let me reword it for you: “A big part of the last six minutes of the finale was stripping all that away”. Mary was not there to strip away because we barely saw her all season and there was maybe one significant exchange that was going on when everyone was awake, and as for Cas and Crowley - don’t get me started on that.

“A season that was about the family coming together…” - Okay, thanks for mentioning it - good to know that was your goal for S12, but (again) it didn’t really work for me.

“The only thing they have to rely on it’s each other” - Nope nope NOPE, I can’t even hear this bullshit anymore - they’ve got friends, you know? Friends who risk their damn lives for them - Jody almost freaking died because Sam asked her to - not to mention those other hunters who did die because Sam asked them to - the people at Asa’s funeral who were friendly and nice and wanted to get to know them better - Aaron and his bloody golem - Garth - why are you pushing this ‘You and me against the rest of the world narrative’ which is simply no longer true? Why?

Okay the golden eyes are cool but man I do not like Jack so far.

Oh God, why does Jack want to find Lucifer?

I have this theory US movies are obsessed with father/son relationships because of a subconscious guilt for kicking the British’ asses back in 17whatever. Like, every single movie is about that? And no European movie ever is about that?

“He’s not God, he’s not Cas, he’s not Simba, he’s the freaking Devil.” - I do not understand this list at all. Maybe it’ll make sense in context?

Okay, it’s interesting that Dabb would use the words ‘salvageable’ and ‘necessary’ about Sam’s interest in Jack, because once again, they’re trying to paint Sam as the rational one, Mr Head Choice, and we know Sam’s not really that? He’s such a complex character, and yet they never explore all those repressed feelings he’s carrying around, and part of the problem there is that they need him to be Cold and Collected to underscore how Gay and Grief-stricken Dean is, so that’s why they’re ruining his characterizazion, and that’s another way this #NoHomo policy is hurting the show. You hear people say we don’t care about Sam, but it’s precisely because I care about Sam too that I want these issues out in the open. The fact he mostly didn’t give a damn when Cas was in danger, for instance, was beyond annoying.

(Why are they in two different cells, by the way? Are sheriffs getting smarter? Good.)

So Jack starts out as naked - whose clohes is he wearing then? Because Sam’s would be about three sizes too big for him, but that ridiculous jacket is definitely not Dean’s. I’d probably pay for a scene where Sam and Dean squabble because Dean just give him a damn shirt already and No way I’m not giving my clothes to that asshole and Fine, do you want his naked butt on your precious seats and Dean gives up and throws his least favourite everything at Jack and Yeah, don’t bother saying thank you.

That church reminds me of the one in Westworld and now I’m hoping they’ll have more ‘homage episodes’ this year because the Tarantino thing was amazing.

So apparently we’re back to the nature vs nurture theme, I guess that’s - good? I’ve missed the Big Questions, so I’m here for that.

Look, when even Buckner says “Dean’s as low as we’ve ever seen him” - I give up.

Can’t wait to see Dean’s room properly, but if the cross is really gone - yeah.

Even though, I’m not even sure I like those clues anymore. Like, make it gay or stop it - why should I guess a character’s sexuality from his choice in interior decorating and beer brands?

That place where Cas’ body is looks like the cabin - I’m hoping the angels stole his body and that’s actually Kelly burning on the pyre, because I’m still convinced burning the only vessel that can actually hold Cas is a stupid move.

(Why did Jack not bring her back to life though?)

(Also, why did neither Sam or Dean ever bother to find out what happens to angels after death? Seemed kind of important?) 

So meanwhile it looks like Michael kidnapped Lucifer and Mary was found by some friend of Bobby’s?

“Emotionally it’s a very pure place for her to exist in” - Yeah the question now is - Dean hated that part of himself, but Mary - doesn’t? Which is one of the reasons I don’t like her very much.

Hey it’s Colonel Sanders!

This reminds me of Lucifer!Sam back in Endverse and now I’m nostalgic.

Not in a good way, though.

Okay, so I’m hoping they’ll have a very good explanation for why those Princes of Hell stayed out of the narrative for so long. Because that other one, he basically wanted to fish and read Hemingway or whatever, but this one? He wants to rule? So why didn’t he show up before?

(What accent is that, by the way?)

Wait, so Lucifer will come back in our world? My God, he’s basically a cockroach! Just. Kill. Him.

Okay, I liked Donatello. Let’s hope he doesn’t die.

Also, I could do with an episode consisting entirely of a side character like that and what the hell they do all day after their discovery that the supernatural world is real. Like, do you try to forget and go back to your day job? Or what? Was Dean playing Words with Friends with him too? Or did they just - forget he ever existed and hope for the best?

Yay for Jody! Yay for Michael!

Very curious to see what Missouri’s excuse is for keeping out of everyone’s lives for twelve years.

Probably riverboat gambling.

Wait, is she related to Rufus Turner?

If she is, it’s very implausible that it never came up at all.

*internal ranting*

Yay for Patience Turner, though.

(Also, why did they give so much screen time to Buckleming? Are they trying to make us hate them less? Or maybe everybody on this show is just oblivious.

No wait, Singer just said they pay attention to us. Uh.)

Nothing but love for the spinoff, but saying it ‘became increasingly obvious it was a world we wanted to epxlore more’ when they tried to force two other spinoffs down our throats first - smh.

Wait, what? The spinoff will explore “what happens when Sam and Dean Winchester aren’t on this plane of existence”? Because that makes it sound like a) this is the last season and b) it will end with the Winchesters either dead or trapped somewhere.

Which wold sort of suck.

Honestly, dafuq?

Plus, you know, it’s not like we need them out of the way to follow other hunters - presumably, they don’t take care of every single weird murder int the US, and also spend a lot of their time not calling anyone and never visiting, so.

I never watched Scoody-Doo so I have nothing to say about that, but I’m sure they can execute this well, whatever they’re planning.

So they’re going with autistic characteristics for Jack? I don’t know how I feel about that.

I mean, yay for representation, but also - this ‘not getting metaphorical language’ tends to be presented in media as something that comes from not having experience of the world, which infantilizes people on the autistic spectrum, which I’m not very excited about.

Also, autism is generally presented as a cool thing that’s about unintentional humour, utter disregard for other people’s feelings and high intelligence, and that makes characters so 2D that they’re basically walking tropes.

Good to see Claire couldn’t drink on their watch but this unknowable mass of power, energy and potentially pure Evil can have a beer, and never mind how dangerous it’d be if he got drunk. 

(But it’s okay because he’s a boy, maybe?)

Then again, I never understood this US thing about alcohol. If you want to, you should start drinking at home - a glass of wine or a beer with your family when you’re 15 or 16 - that normalizes alcohol and prevents the kind of binge drinking we see in the UK or the US.

(Look at me - an expert on everything. Some days I just stun myself.)

“Right now they’ve got nothing but each other…” - Stop. Saying. That.

“…but that’s the core of the show.” - This scares me. Like, a lot. Because, as we always say, I get there were both narrative and real life reasons for the show to be as it was - Sam and Dean and Dean and Sam - but surely the whole point is for them to escape that? They told us they want to, for God’s sake. Sam’s been trying to find a romantic partner since he was thirteen. Dean is bloody starved for affection and human touch. They hate doing everything themselves - they’re getting too old for that weight, that responsibility - and all of that is textual and canon. So if the core of the show continues to be the two of them, alone - well - we go towards the tragic finale here, because even if they survive, they won’t be happy with a situation like that. And after all they’ve been through, that’s just heartbreaking.

So, well, here you go. Hopes it answers your question? Sorry I can’t be more positive and coherent - I should actually be working rn, but yeah - this is basically how I feel about the whole thing.

[shadowpaintedrose]

Stuck in the Middle (With You)

I just rewatched my favorite episode, 12x12, and I can’t believe how apparent the foreshadowing was for... well, pretty much everything that was going to happen in the finale. I mean, one of the most blatant parallels in that episode is to Reservoir Dogs with Dean as Mr. White and Cas as Mr. Orange. Mr. Orange dies at the end (so does Mr. White, but I’d suggest that the death he experiences is an emotional death before his actual death), but it is prolonged. We think he is going to pull through, and up until the last few minutes, it really looks like he is actually going to survive. From my point of view, this parallel didn’t end at the end of the episode. It continued through the season, through Dean and Cas bonding with each other even more than before between moments of heartbreak and mistrust. Kind of like how Mr. White and Mr. Orange got to bond as they prepared for the heist, but the real development in their relationship came in the aftermath of the heist, before their deaths.

Aside from that, this episode was really a preview of all of the supporting characters’ roles in the finale, especially their motivations and their fates.

Crowley is a big example of that. This episode was key in developing the idea that Crowley has never really been pleased with his role as the King of Hell. In fact, it was the result of a split-second decision, most likely heavily influenced by his own ego. I’m not sure that Crowley would have ever taken the position if he had time to think about it. Either way, it is easy to see how he would become dissatisfied with it over time, as it was not a position he ever actively strived for; it just kind of fell in his lap. We also get to see a disregard for his own power in favor of helping the Winchesters, which is the bigger point in the finale and the most important bit in tying up his character arc. Crowley puts himself at risk and gives up a valuable tool to save Cas and help the Winchesters. 

There may even be a smidgen of “doing the right thing” as part of his motivation, outside of his main goal to help the pesky humans he’s unwittingly grown so fond of. And how fitting is it that his actions undermine the goals of Cas’s would-be killer, considering that he does the same (albeit in opposite order) in the finale? Anyways, this scene definitely warmed the general audience up to the idea of Crowley partaking in a selfless action so they weren’t whammied in the finale if they hadn’t been paying close attention up to that point. I do think there were plenty of hints of Crowley’s redemption long before this, but this was one of the biggest turning points.

One more scene that stuck out to me with the finale in mind is this specific moment right here, which I actually haven’t seen discussed too much, at least not pre-finale:

Up until this point, Dean and Sam have been the ones primarily fighting Ramiel, but he spots Cas and goes after him, closing the door behind him, locking Mary and Cas inside the room... or another universe perhaps? Just another example of how 12x12 is full of these moments that are a smaller occurrence of what is to come.

So Mary and Cas are trapped in this room with Ramiel, who I’ll note that I see as an extension of Lucifer considering that Lucifer made the Princes of Hell as his special soldiers. Now Cas is clearly the target here, but Mary ends up trapped as well.

Of course, Cas is the one who ends up being “killed”... or at least he’s meant to be.

And what a gorgeous shot it is. In the context of the finale, however, I find the light coming from above to be very interesting. It reminds me of an angel’s grace as they die. Of course, it’s not coming from Cas. Not yet anyways. But it is radiating towards him.

So, we end up back in the barn.

And Cas is clearly meant to die. He goes right up to the brink of death... and is miraculously saved. Well, not saved, because we know what happens in the finale, and Cas being healed only delayed the inevitable. Which brings me to my biggest point: As soon as that spear touched Cas, he was destined to die. Everything that happened between then and the finale was only leading up to the inevitable.

So now Cas is dead, right? But let’s not forget that what happened in 12x12 is a smaller of version of what was to come. Right now, all hope seems to be lost for Cas, but we can’t forget that in the end Cas comes back.

Whether that will be through some sort of self-sacrifice, like with Crowley and the lance, I’m not sure, but it most certainly will be at some kind of cost. And you can bet that the reunion is going to look like this, but ten times bigger. Sam will be there, because he loves Cas and Cas is family. But Dean is going to look at Cas with those eyes and cling to him desperately, and it will be glorious.

Anyways, I don’t typically write meta because my thoughts are very disorganized and I’m not good at putting things into words. I’ve been kind of sitting on a lot of these ideas since the episode aired with the general feeling of “Cas is going to die” and not being able to explain why or how I knew, but I thought I’d take a stab (heh) at it. I’m aware that my thoughts are still kind of jumbled here, so I definitely encourage any actual meta writers to jump in and expand or correct me on things you feel I got wrong.

I’m too shy to tag anyone, but if you read this post and feel like sharing with favorite meta writers, feel free to share it with them. And thanks for reading this weird disorganized rant. 👍

[imagining-supernatural]

12x12: Stuck In The Middle (With You)

Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.

Word Count: 1637

Version en Español  –  PREVIOUS EPISODE

“Mom! Y/N!” Sam pulled you into a hug, which you eagerly returned. He then passed you onto Dean who gave you a tight hug as well.

You’d hunted with the Winchesters for over a decade. They were the brothers you never had. But when Mary returned from the dead and decided to head off by herself, you decided to keep an eye on her. Help her learn the ways of the 21st century. Teach her the new hunting tricks that evolved with technology.

And after a few months, you realized that you really liked her. Just as Sam and Dean were the brothers you never had, Mary was like the sister you never had.

But you did miss your boys since you started hunting with Mary, and she wasn’t ready to spend that much time with her sons quite yet.

“I think you’ve gotten taller,” you mumbled into Dean’s chest.

He just chuckled and pushed you away to punch your shoulder. “It’s only been a few weeks since you saw me last.”

“Oh,” you cooed, reaching up to pinch his cheek. “They grow up so fast.”

“Tell me about it,” Sam grabbed you around the neck and gave you a noogie. “One day they’re killing demons and the next they’re dating the King of Hell.”

“We’re not dating,” you protested, worming out of his grip. Fixing your hair as dignified as possible, you straightened your shoulders. “We’re just… involved.”

“Sleeping with the enemy,” Sam playfully scoffed.

With a raised eyebrow and taunting look, you challenged Sam. “You wanna go there? Really, Sammy? You wanna go there?”

His words did pierce your heart a little. Not because of Crowley. You wouldn’t apologize for your involvement with that hot British piece of ass. It was your involvement with the other British organization that still felt wrong. And you couldn’t tell the boys about it because you knew how they would react.

But Mary insisted on working with them, so you shelved your reservations about the British Men Of Letters for the time being.

“Oh, alright you two, let’s stop comparing notches on your belts of who’s bumped uglies with the most uglies.” Dean cut in between you and Sam with a hand outreached to get everyone’s attention. Then he nodded to the man standing by Mary. “This Wally?”

“Yeah. Wally, these are my boys, Sam and Dean. And that’s Cas walking over.”

Offering your third brother a welcoming smile, you took your usual place standing in between Sam and Dean.

“Thanks for coming, Cas. I know you’re busy.”

“Oh, not really,” the angel said mournfully.

“So, what?” Sam asked. “No luck with Lucifer’s kid?”

“No. Kelly Kline, it’s like she just disappeared.”

“Lucifer’s kid… Sleeping with the King of Hell… This is all a joke, right?” Wally shifted his weight and glanced around the group for any reassurance. But he was greeted with the hard, blank expressions of five people, and he quickly sobered. “Wait, that’s… that’s not a joke?”

“Alright ramblers,” Dean had apparently decided that he had enough of this conversation. “Let’s get rambling.”

*****

“Mom, what the hell did you get us into?” Sam asked, but you hardly heard his question. Wally was dead? This crazy hunt the Brits sent you on had just gotten a hunter—a good hunter—killed. And for what?

“Sam. Sammy!” Dean’s shout drew your attention and the three of you headed towards him.

Hand flying to your mouth to hold in your gasp, you felt sick to your stomach at the sight of Cas. Red blood mixed with morbid black cracks along his skin. It was worse than anything you’d ever seen, and you’d seen a lot of horrible injuries.

“You idiots.” Crowley’s voice snapped through the old barn. “You’re all going to die.”

Ah, yes. There was your adorable, overdramatic demon. Though, you took a second to re-evaluate your situation and decided that maybe he wasn’t too far off-base.

“Well, this day just keeps getting better,” Dean muttered.

“Crowley,” you said, alerting Mary to who had just joined the party.

“You’re him?” She glanced at you, then at her boys. In all of your late night girl-talk, Mary hadn’t warmed to the idea of you being with the King of Hell. She took after her sons in her hatred toward the demon. “King of Hell?”

“You must be Mother Winchester,” Crowley drawled. He took a few steps forward and held out his hand for a handshake. “Pleasure. I’ve heard so much.”

“Touch me and I’ll kill you.”

Not entirely surprised, Crowley drew back and looked at you for backup. “Y/N?”

You weren’t about to get into protecting him here. Not that anything you said would change anyone’s minds in the room. “Not the time, babe.”

“Babe?” Dean scoffed.

“Bite me, Dean,” you shot over your shoulder before returning your attention to the man in the suit. “What’s going on, Crowley?”

“What’s up with Feathers?”

“What are you even doing here?” Dean broke in protectively. There were way too many questions that weren’t getting answered. “How’d you find us?”

Though that was very good question indeed.

“Wait a second. The demons… they were yours.” Sam put the first piece in the puzzle and you started to fill in the rest.

“Obviously.”

“They killed my friend,” Mary spat out, and you nearly contradicted her. It was her association with the stupid Men of Letters that got you all in this situation in the first place.

“Your friend was stupid. You’re all—“ Crowley quickly cut himself off when he saw the dirty look you were throwing his way. “Do you know what you’ve done?”

*****

“Well, that’s quite a story,” Ketch said. “You did well.”

“You sent us after a damn Prince of Hell,” Mary spat out, sitting forward in her chair.

Always the charming gentleman, Ketch wasn’t even moved by her anger. “We didn’t know what he was. We just knew he had the item.”

At that tidbit of new information, your head snapped towards Mary. “The… item? You stole from him? You’re the one who stole something?”

“I didn’t mean for it to turn out like it did,” she tried to defend, but the memory of Cas lying there, broken and bloody was etched into your brain.

“That’s not good enough! Wally died. Cas almost died! And for what? You didn’t say anything. You didn’t tell me anything! When Ramiel was threatening us, asking for what you stole, you didn’t do anything. You had the stupid thing, the key to our lives, and you didn’t offer that as a bargaining chip?”

“She did the right thing,” Ketch stupidly interrupted.

You turned your boiling anger onto him. “You’re the reason that all of this happened. I’m done with you and your stupid mission to get rid of all the monsters. This blind goal of yours isn’t getting rid of monsters; it’s creating them. And for what? What did you have Mary steal, huh?”

Ketch nodded at her, and Mary withdrew a wrapped package from inside her jacket. She slowly unwrapped it and when you saw what was within, you felt absolutely sick.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. The Colt? Do you have any idea what this is?” You nearly yelled at her. It had been years since you’d laid eyes on that gun, and you wished that you never had to ever again. But apparently God’s vacation with his sister meant that no one was home to answer your prayers.

Taken aback by your brash rage, she answered timidly. “My father used to tell me stories. There are only five things in all of creation that it can’t kill.”

“John is dead because of this thing.” Your words were meant to hurt her. You wanted her to understand just how horrifying this weapon was. “He traded his life and the gun to Azazel for Dean’s life. You just risked everyone’s lives for the thing that killed your husband.”

Mary blanched at your point-blank explanation. You weren’t about to give her the time to change her mind, though. Standing up, you grabbed your jacket and strode out of the diner. As soon as the cool night air kissed your skin, you knew where you wanted to end up tonight. So you pulled out your phone and hit one of your speed dials.

“Is this a thank you call?”

“This is a get me the hell out of here call, Crowley.”

“Not without a thank you, darling.”

That insufferable man! You had no idea why you put up with him. But you did know how to push his buttons so… “Fine. I’ll just call Sam and Dean.”

As soon as you hung up, the air shifted in front of you and your demon was standing right there. “You’d really pick those two idiots over me?”

Life was too complicated. Your Winchester boys, Mary, the British Men of Letters, and now the Colt was thrown into the mix. You didn’t want complicated. You wanted simple.

So you surged forward and took Crowley’s head in your hands, pulling his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You threw all of your anger and confusion into that kiss. As soon as his fingers dug into your waist, you were able to push all of it from your mind. Letting your lips trail over his cheek, you slowly made your way to his ear. “Get me out of here and I just might show you how thankful I am that you saved Castiel’s life.”

Not even a breath of a second later, you felt the heavy air of Hell surrounding you and Crowley’s hands on your chest, pushing you back onto the bed. With a grin covering your face, you crawled backwards until you were lounging on the mountain of pillows. “Men are so easy.”

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The Devil in the Details

Characters: CastielXReader

Word Count: 1693

A/N: One-shot inspired by 12X12 Stuck in the Middle (With You) – consider this your spoiler warning. I hesitated to post this fic, since there are so many other amazing reader insert “re-writes” of the most epic Cas scene ever. But after re-reading and editing it, I think it’s different enough to share. Script straight from the episode is italicized and not mine. Obvious angst (You saw the episode, right?! Right?!), also fluffy flooff.

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Let me tell you a story – the unlikely story of Lucifer’s underling, Ramiel, Prince of Hell, who unwittingly used one of heaven’s most unyielding weapons to unleash the undying love of an uncommon angel. And how the King of Hell, Crowley, unquestioningly the luckiest upstart crossroads demon ever to usurp the underworld, gave this unparalleled love an opportunity to unfold with nary a soul unpeopled in the undertaking. You could say the match was made in heaven, but the devil was undeniably in the details.

Castiel, fallen angel of the Lord, former soldier and commander of Heaven’s divine army, recent (only in practical terms of eons of existence) sufferer of human weakness, the seraph with too much heart, remained stoic even in the face of certain death.

“Crowley’s right, you should go.” Cas pressed his dimming blue eyes shut, gasping against the flood of pain surging in his chest.

Your affect remained strangely numb as you processed Crowley’s words. Dying, Castiel is dying – maliciously stabbed by Ramiel with the lance of the archangel Michael, doomed to rot from the inside out. Crowley lies, you told yourself. He’s a demon, a poor example of one at that, constantly sympathizing with Winchesters. Demons lie. Cas can’t die. Not now. Not like this. We’ll find a way to save him. We always find a way. Your shock cold fingers clasped over the angel’s sticky, bloodied hand. “I’m not leaving.” You peered helplessly between the angel’s anguished aspect and the Winchesters, eyes beginning to pool with tears you refused to acknowledge. The Winchesters stopped the apocalypse, killed Death, reconciled God and the Darkness, survived death (more than once) - surely they could save one injured angel. “We’re not leaving, right?”

“Cas, come on.” Dean backed up your words.

“No, you listen to me.” Cas growled through the agony. “Look, thank you. Thank you. Knowing you, it-it’s been the best part of my life. And the things…the things we’ve shared together, they have changed me.” Stifling a groan, he somehow summoned the composure to quiet his quaking frame. “You’re my family.” Expression watery, his focus flitted to you, regard dropping remorsefully when he met your dewy eyes. “I love you.”

A sob shattered your bosom, tears flowing freely. You squeezed his hand tighter.

“I love all of you.” He closed his eyes, mustering the courage to send his loved ones out of harm’s way, to ask them selfishly to abandon him. “Just please, please. Don’t make my last moments be spent watching you die.” Desperation grated in his tone as he attempted to appear unwavering in his request. “Just run. Save yourselves. And I will hold Ramiel off as long as I can.” He struggled to push himself upright, failing in a fit of coughing as you helped ease him back to the tattered couch.

“Cas, no.” Dean shook his head.

“Yes.” The angel panted from the futile exertion.

“No.” You sniffled, flattening a palm to his shoulder.

“You need to keep fighting.” He avoided your gaze, frightened to see the emotion in your features after his dying confession and final request – knowing one look at you would be the undoing of his resolve.

“We are fighting. We’re fighting for you Cas.” Sam firmly countered.

“And like you said, you’re family, and we don’t leave family behind.” Dean added sternly.

The angel trembled, breath shaky, glancing between the brothers, understanding nothing he could say or do would sway the decision - Winchesters were a stubborn lot.

Dean, Sam and Mary left you and Cas alone while they clustered to confer on a plan of action.

“Cas?” You brushed the sweat-slick hair from his forehead, willing him to look at you. “Angel?” You normally playfully teased him with the title, eliciting an eye roll or narrowed scolding squint in answer. But your tone was different now, the returned affection you shared for the angel unhindered.

He dared peek into your countenance, eyes brimming with tears, finding a modicum comfort in the soft familiar lines of your aspect. “Y/N. I-I’m sorry that it’s going to end like this. I should have…I never meant for it…”

“Shh angel, save your strength.” You gently pressed a finger to his lips, leaning closer, rubbing small circles into his arm. “You’re my world Cas. I…”

The King of Hell interrupted the moment, unceremoniously crashing screaming through the wall of the barn, landing in an unconscious heap at the base of a tractor.

Ramiel entered onto the scene via the new egress in the wall.

You cupped a palm to Cas’ cheek, compelling him to focus on you. You’d wasted so much time skirting around your love for the angel, believing he could not possibly feel the same. If this was the end, all the time you had left to spend together, you weren’t going to squander a second more. “I’ve got you, angel. I love you. It’s just us now, okay?”

Cas nodded, acquiescing to your touch, weakly resting his hand over yours, the tiniest of smiles tracing his mouth in defiance to the pain.

You searched each other’s eyes, chasing the eternity you’d been denied.

Cas knew without a doubt that your soul would persist on, lingering in perpetual peace and contentment. He hoped perhaps your nook in Heaven might even give you more time with him. Or rather, a representation of him constructed from your memories - an ideal happily ever after if that’s what your heart truly desired. Of course, angels didn’t have souls, and for him, this would be the it - the end of his story. The idea of your Heaven, however, comforted him as the black fissures in his vessel crept up his neck and cheek. Eyes fading, head lolling, he gagged as thick black began to ooze from his mouth.

“Cas!” Ramiel defeated, the lance of Michael clattered to the cement floor, Sam racing to the couch when the angel cried out.

Dean and Mary followed closely on his heels.

“Right here buddy. Hey we’re here Cas.” Sam crouched, settling a palm on the angel’s knee.

You clutched at the angel’s tattered shirt, uselessly trying to loosen his clothes to allow him to breath.

“We’re right here buddy.” Sam’s voice faltered.

Cas’ eyes rolled back, body seized in a convulsion.

“Do something!” You bawled, blinded by the sting of tears.

“Hang in there, alright?” Sam looked franticly at his brother. “What do we do?”

Dean’s chin dropped, resigned to the angel’s fate. He reached out to hold your shoulder.

You flinched away, wringing Cas’ arm, trying to pull him out of the seizure. “Castiel, please! Don’t go!” You collapsed, clinging to his torso – a pure blue light suddenly radiating against your tightly closed eyelids.

Taking a few tentative breaths, the angel’s strong arm wrapped protectively around your back, glinting blue eyes lifting to Crowley, the now broken lance spinning in his grasp.

“Magic’s in the craftsmanship.” Crowley stated matter-of-factly.

“Cas?” Dean tore his eyes from the demon to the apparently healed angel.

Cas stared, disbelieving between the King, the Winchesters, and your crumpled figure clutching to his chest.

“Oh.” Crowley shrugged. “You’re welcome.” Disinterestedly dropping the lance, he disappeared.

Marching shell-shocked from the barn en masse, no one said a word. Against all odds, Ramiel was dead. Against even greater Biblical kinds of odds, Castiel was alive. Dean said you were going home, but that wasn’t exactly true. There was a hunter back at the cabin, Wally, that wanted last rights of a hunter funeral. It wouldn’t do to have demons swarming around at news of the death of a Prince of Hell and an empty meat suit with a hunter’s face laying invitingly out on the front porch.

Hours later, exhausted, achy, filthy, caked in blood and numerous other substances you didn’t intend to attempt to identify, you slumped into the backseat of the Impala, door held open chivalrously by the angel.

The atmosphere in the car remained oddly still as Dean turned onto the highway. After a few minutes, he switched on the radio. “You guys mind?”

The murmur of collective disapproval vibrated the cabin.

“Fine.” Dean begrudgingly switched the dial off. “But when I fall asleep at the wheel you have no one but yourselves to blame.”

Sighing, Sam slouched against the window, fitfully adjusting to find a comfortable position in the seat to try and get some sleep.

Approving of the idea, you closed your eyes, rolling your head to rest on Cas’ shoulder.

Cas peered down at your lap, sliding his outstretched fingers across your thigh to nudge yours. “Y/N?” Something had just occurred to him - something huge. Despite having said he was okay in the barn, the angel didn’t quite feel normal after he’d been miraculously healed. He felt fine, but different. Different, but not abnormal. He’d finally pinpointed the source of the peculiar feeling.

“Hmm?” You hummed, inching your fingers to intertwine with his.

“Can I tell you something?” The angel’s blue eyes fixed steadily on you when you opened your eyes.

“You’re okay, right?” You sat up, clutching his arm, a rush of worry zinging you to alertness.

“Yes.” He wound his arm around your shoulders, snuggling you into a warm embrace. “I’m better than okay.”

“What are you talking about Cas?” Dean’s gruff voice interceded with concern.

Cas met the elder Winchester’s gaze in the rear view mirror, an unusual full smile blazing across the angel’s face. “The power in the lance healed me.”

“Yeah, we got that buddy.” Dean half-smirked, wondering if the angel had gotten a few wires crossed in his close brush with death.

You curiously studied the angle of Cas’ stubbly jaw, surprised to hear an unmistakably familiar wave of celestial intent whisper in your mind, encouraging you to trust him, that everything would be alright - to hold on.

“No Dean, all of me.” Cas gave an exaggerated wink. Wings healed by the power of the archangel’s lance, the long forgotten flutter of angelic flight filled the air. Dean slammed on the brakes, sending Sam’s sleep-limp frame crashing to the dashboard. Throwing his arm back across the seat for leverage, he whipped around to gape at the empty backseat.

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A New Age

You’re protected by Hell. Until you regain all of your power to be who you truly are.

Warnings: Lots and lots of death

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Abbadon. Cain. All of Hell really, they all tried to hide you from the Winchesters. Especially with what was going on with Dean Winchester out on a hungry prowl for blood. Specifically Knight of Hell blood.

You were said to be the most treasured thing in Hell. The seed that would grow more. Expand its power. Cause a demon uprising to a higher stance of power. If Lucifer hadn’t created you and announced all you were capable of, you’d be an average- whatever the hell you were exactly.

Some called you the Dark Prince’s Daughter. Others referred to you as The Savior. In all reality. You hated all of those names. You preferred Y/n. The name that was given to you by somebody. Somebody who you couldn’t remember from your human life. But the name stuck all the same. By now it was all you could remember from your simple mundane life.

Behind the walls of Hell, nobody knew of you. Angels believed you were a myth. Maybe it was best that they did. After all, they were fierce. You’d never seen one face to face. In all honesty, you’d never gotten the chance.

The one man who knew too much about you was Crowley. What made it worse was his connection with the Winchesters. Abbadon had made it her personal mission to kill the poor bastard.

“Oh come on. Where does it end? First he takes the throne and now this?” We all knew she wasn’t fond of him already, but to threaten you? That was a whole different story.

“Let me come and help you. You’ll need backup. He’s Crowley.” Of course you wanted to help, this mess surrounded you.

“What do I look like to you? An amateur? I think I can handle a squirming cockroach, Y/n.” As quickly as she had come, she was gone.

It infuriated you. Always being stuck here. And you swore to yourself, the next time something came up, you would deal with it yourself. All these many, endless years in Hell had grown tiring. There was much out there and you were going to be apart of it.

Abbadon had been gone for hours, hunting Crowley. But the tables had been flipped when a sharp pain had radiated through your chest, directly through your heart.

Instantly, you dropped to the floor, screaming at the pain. Both you and her were linked. If one of you was to be injured where death would occur, the other would feel it. She was dead. The last Knight of Hell.

No more hiding. It was time to make your big debut.

*****

The street was crowded. People, cars, they were everywhere. And you were above it all. Floating like a vigilant superhero in the sky. People looked up in awe, pointing and gasping. But you were no hero.

Lightening struck in the suddenly dark sky behind you as your eyes closed to allow your power to flow beyond your body. Both hands were out on either side and your head was back slightly. Screams of terror filled the air as the darkness from the sky descended into the busy and frantic streets below you.

Nobody could see an inch in front of their faces. Darkness, it was everywhere. Everybody was coughing, inhaling the black smoke around them. Its presence suffocating those who breathed it in. Killing them instantly.

Your feet were bare as you gently placed yourself onto the pavement and cleared the air with your thoughts. Death was everywhere. Reapers would have a beautiful time collecting all of these souls.

“Dean!” From the corner of your eye you caught glimpse of a man coming from a stairwell. His face frozen at the horrid graveyard site in front of him. Sam was yelling for him to return to safe hiding.

Whatever brave actions he was going to do all faded away when you began walking towards him. The Winchester took a step back, regardless of the fact he still wore the Mark on his arm and had the blade in his hand. But you were far to invested into this to allow him to leave.

Gripping your hand into a ball, you forced him to come closer to you. 

“Dean Winchester.” His breathing was uneven as you spoke to him. Each breath he took and exhaled led directly to you.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Your hand reached out and placed itself instinctually onto his cheek.

He was clearly confused.

“I’m sorry, who are you exactly?” Even when he knew you could kill him, he still spoke with a tongue like a knife.

From behind him Castiel and Sam made a move towards you, but you quickly held their bodies against a wall and went back to ignoring them.

“Forgive me for not introducing myself. The events of today are still- adjusting to me. I’m known as Y/n.” Your eyes held a kind and innocent look. One that scared the living hell out of him. How could somebody slaughter an entire town and be so calm and collected?

“No.” A voice from behind him spoke up. It was raspy and rough.

“You- you’re not real. Heaven-” you had to cut off the angel from speaking.

“Heaven is clueless as to what’s really out there. And it will fall, along with all of God’s beloved warriors of the sky.” Taking a step away from Dean, you began walking towards Castiel.

Bodies laid in your path to the angel, you simply floated above them and once again landed on your feet once you were in front of him.

“Once I’m through with Heaven, I’ll move onto the beloved ants you all cherish. By the time I’m finished….” you looked over to Dean, bringing him beside you so his brother and best friend would have to watch what was yet to come.

“You’ll wish I was a myth.”

Without warning you slid your hand over the mark. Dean instantly tried to buckle down in pain, but you held his head up. Not allowing him to. A bright glowing light began to radiate from his arm and into the sky. Your eyes closed, embracing its warm glow.

Behind you were two beautiful thickly feathered wings. Black wings to be specific. With two horns curling up at the tops and bottoms so big they dragged on the ground.

“Thank you, Dean. You’ve restored me. I’m whole again because of you, and for that will always be bound.” Once again your hand was gently placed on his cheek, and you were gone.

“Cas, what did you mean by she was a myth? What is she?” Both Sam and Cas were no longer being held against the wall, but there was an unsettling look on the angels face as he spoke the words that would bring the end of the world.

“The Darkness.”

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Looking Up

Picks up right where Stuck in the Middle (With You) leaves off.

-12x12 spoilers below-

Crowley has had quite the day, and just when he thinks the worst of it is over and he can drink away his worries, he gets a call from none other than Dean Winchester. It might not have been so bad, if he didn’t have Lucifer shouting in the background, saying all the things that the King of Hell did not want Dean to know. But when he finds out why Dean is calling... well, maybe things are looking up.

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“That’s not my name,” Lucifer growled.

“It is now,” Crowley muttered. He was about to take another drink when his phone began to ring. He wanted to ignore it, but it might be word on the Colt, so he sighed as he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen.

“Who is it?” the devil cooed.

Crowely shot him a narrow-eyed glare, but otherwise ignored him as he answered the phone. “Haven’t I done enough for one day?”

“Yeah, I’d say so,” Dean answered, as Lucifer began humming an annoying tune that Crowley did his best to block out.

“Then why are you calling, squirrel?”

“Ooooh, it’s Dean,” Lucifer gushed. “Do you think if you confessed your love to him he would reciprocate or kill you? See, my money’s on him killing you.”

“Because… Who’s that?” The hunter’s voice was only vaguely curious, assuring Crowley that he didn’t hear clearly enough to make out any words, or to recognize the voice.

“No one important,” Crowley said coolly as he rose from his throne and strode out of the room.

“Awww, why are you leaving?” Lucifer shouted after him. “You don’t want me to overhear you compromising yourself for the idiot you love?”

Crowley growled to himself as he closed the door behind him. He needed to find a way to muzzle him.

Dean cleared his throat. “Um…”

He froze. “You heard that?”

“…Yeah…”

Crowley nodded. Of course he heard it. “That was just an attempt to piss me off,” he tried to smooth it over.

“I know you don’t let your demons talk to you that way,” Dean pointed out.

“That wasn’t anyone in my good graces, and I assure you, he’s already suffering quite nicely. Now, I’m assuming you called for a reason.”

“Yeah…” Dean took a moment to collect himself. “Um… you kinda zapped out before we got a chance to thank you.”

Crowley blinked in surprise. “You’ve never thanked me before.”

“True, but Cas would be dead if it weren’t for you.”

“Not for the first time.”

“Yeah, I know. And I know it’s not the first time you’ve come through for us, either, but… look, I’m thanking you now, okay?”

“Well, you’re welcome.” A small smile turned up the corners of his lips.

There was a pause long enough that Crowley would have thought Dean had hung up, if it weren’t for the fact that he could still hear him breathing. “Hey, so… why would a demon say that to piss you off?”

Crowley gritted his teeth. He did not want to be having this conversation. “Because he was fishing for anything to use against me.”

“But… that had to come from somewhere… right?”

Crowley’s eyes narrowed. “What are you insinuating, squirrel?”

“Oh, calm down, I know better than to think you actually love me. I was just wondering if demons actually thought you would compromise anything for my sake?”

His expression turned incredulous. “Are you serious? I just confronted the most powerful demon in the world to intervene on your behalf, when he had told me that if anyone came near him, it would be on my head. I sacrificed one of the most powerful weapons in the world to save your best friend. And that was just today, shall I go on?”

There was silence on the other end of the line. “I just figured you had some ulterior motive,” he finally muttered.

“If you count keeping the three of you alive as an ulterior motive, then yes. But the point remains that I have compromised a lot for you, so don’t you tell me I never would.”

“But… why?”

Crowley sighed. “I doubt you’d understand,” he said bitterly.

“Try me.”

He hesitated for several seconds before deciding to simply tell him a sub-reason. “The world needs you three.”

Dean took a moment to process that. “Yeah, see, I can understand that reasoning. Which tells me that that’s not the real reason. Come on, Crowley, what’s the truth?”

“There’s no point in telling you.”

“Won’t know unless you do, will you?”

Crowley didn’t respond. He should probably just hang up, but something stopped him. Probably the same thing that stopped him from snapping Dean’s neck whenever he pissed him off.

“Alright, well I have a theory,” Dean continued when it became clear that Crowley wasn’t talking. “Will you tell me if I’m right?”

“I might,” he hedged.

“You care. Somewhere deep down in your cold, black heart, you care about us.”

“That would be a fundamentally stupid thing for me to do.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, it would be. Believe me, I thought the same thing when I realized I care about you.”

Crowley’s eyes widened slightly, and it took him a moment to respond. “Guess we’re both idiots, then.”

“Guess so.” He could hear the smile in Dean’s voice. “Does that mean you’ll join us for a drink?”

His eyebrows rose slightly. “You sure moose will be okay with that?”

“You saved Cas’s life. He’ll be okay enough.”

He smiled. “Well, then. Power down the wards, and I’ll be right there.”

“Done,” Dean replied a couple seconds later.

Crowley hung up, and after snapping his fingers for his decanter (no point in forcing down the alcohol they would have on hand), he teleported to the bunker. Sam and Castiel were sitting at the table, each with a beer in hand, and Dean was walking back over to them.

“You’re looking better, feathers,” Crowley noted.

“Thanks to you.” Castiel inclined his head slightly towards him.

He shrugged. “Just had a hunch.”

“Well, I’m glad you acted on it,” Sam turned to him.

“Me too.” He strolled over to take the seat beside where Dean had just sat down. “If anyone would like something decent to drink.” He shook the decanter slightly before pouring himself a drink.

As soon as he was finished, Dean snatched it from his hand and poured his own glass. “Thanks.”

Crowley rolled his eyes. “Since when do you have a taste for the finer things?”

“Well, I’m not gonna turn my nose up at it.” He smirked at Crowley as he sat the decanter down in front of him.

Crowley quickly decided that drinking with the Winchesters was much preferable to drinking in his throne room with only the caged Lucifer for company. Sam was being nicer to him than usual, Castiel even more so, and Dean… well, Dean was actually treating him like a friend.

“I suppose I should get going,” Crowley said a couple hours later, after Sam and Castiel had both turned in.

“Right,” Dean muttered, almost reluctantly, as he followed Crowley’s lead and got to his feet.

Crowley arched an eyebrow at him. “Unless you have a reason for me not to.”

“Not really a reason, just… a question.”

“Oh?”

Dean licked his lips nervously. “That demon that was trying to piss you off… he was half right, wasn’t he? I mean, he said you were compromising stuff for us… except, he was saying it was for me… because you love me.”

Crowely kept his face expressionless. “What are you asking, Dean?”

“I-I don’t think you love me, but… was he onto something? I mean, you’re closer to me than you are to Sam or Cas.”

He took a deep breath as he carefully scrutinized Dean’s expression, trying to get a read on what he was thinking. “What do you want me to say?”

Dean sighed. “The truth would be nice.”

Crowley nodded slowly as his gaze darted away. “Alright, then…. Yes. He was onto something.”

There was a pause in which Crowley couldn’t bring himself to look at Dean, and then the hunter’s lips were on his. It only lasted a second, and then Dean was watching him hopefully as Crowley fixed him with a steady gaze.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” Crowley said smoothly, carefully reining in his emotions.

Dean shrugged. “Maybe. Doesn’t change anything, though. Okay, well, I might not have actually kissed you if I’d been sober, but I’d have wanted to.”

The corners of his lips twitched up as he fought against the hope he felt. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” he said matter-of-factly.

“In that case…” He took a step closer, resting his hands casually on Dean’s waist and getting a thrill at the ability to do so. “How about we make this just you and me next time?”

Dean smiled. “Tomorrow work for you?”

“Eager, are we?” Crowley taunted, though his smile matched Dean’s. “I’ll be here at seven.” He leaned in for another kiss, teleporting back to his throne room just a couple seconds after their lips met. As much as he would have loved for the kiss to last longer, he couldn’t resist teasing Dean.

He had a large smirk plastered over his face as he stepped in front of the bars separating himself from Lucifer. “Pay up.”

The devil’s eyes were narrowed as they turned to Crowley. “Excuse me?”

“You said that your money was on Dean killing me if I admitted my feelings for him. You couldn’t have been more wrong. So – oh wait, you don’t have anything to pay me with, do you? Because you have nothing.” His smirk grew as Lucifer glowered at him. “I suppose I’ll just accept you getting me a date as payment. I don’t know that Dean would have asked me out if it weren’t for what you shouted earlier, after all. Good dog.”

The incredulously furious expression on Lucifer’s face was easily the second-best thing to come out of the night. Before he could muster up a retort, Crowley teleported from the room to ensure that he had the last word for the night. The day had been far from perfect – being thrown around by a Prince of Hell and losing the Colt being the most troublesome parts – but things were definitely looking up.