#Dean and ketch fuck nasty

[annmariethrush]

okay so I'm deep diving into dean meta for an unhinged PowerPoint I'm gonna force on some friends and you made a post forever ago about ketch as a foil for dean and I'm just curious if you would be willing to elaborate? this sounds fascinating and I'd love to hear your thoughts about it !!!

Omg hi I’m ALWAYS happy to talk about Dean and Ketch!!!!! This is probably gonna be a slightly raggedy explanation cause I haven’t rewatched since that post I made but here goes.

First and foremost Dean and Ketch have a lot in common. Ketch (as with all the British men of letters) was traumatized at a relatively young age with the idea that he had to be and do things that he didn’t necessarily want to in order to protect the world from horrible things. He is driven by this trauma to be really incredibly good at what he does, which starts to include things outside of the black and white range of killing “evil monsters” like murdering his coworkers and torturing humans who ostensibly have the same goal as him. However this gets regularly reinforced because of how successful he is at this job— he is undeniably an incredibly skilled killer and torturer and kinda spy sometimes. All of this makes him more and more willing to do horrible things that he might not have wanted to do originally because he’s being told that this is how to protect the world and that he has to do the hard things so other people don’t have to.

Dean goes through a really similar process with his dad which I’m sure you’re more familiar with. He gets taught growing up that he has to do hard things (murder, emotional repression, adultification) in order to protect Sam and eventually to protect the world once he’s older. As we go through the seasons we see Dean start to falter on the black and white world view about monsters (the demon couple in S4 being one of the earliest examples that comes to mind) and start to realize that the world is more complicated and deserves a case by case basis for things, something he is able to do because his dad is dead and he’s his own boss. Despite this new flexibility, he still feels the responsibility to do things he’s good at (hunting) when he knows he’d be happier not doing it which is a regular source of internal and external conflict for him throughout the series.

Dean is known for not wanting to interrogate his own emotions and trauma, so when presented with someone who seems so similar to him in his resolve to do what it takes for his own ideas about protecting the world but being kinda evil about it he reacts aggressively. Obviously there are lots of other tensions between the two of them throughout S12, but the conversation they have in the Bunker over a bottle of scotch is really fascinating. Ketch spends most of it trying to appeal to what he sees as similarities with himself in Dean, ultimately concluding that the thing that links them is that they’re both killers. This is something lots of characters conclude about dean, that he is the ultimate killer (see: mark of Cain arc, S15 Chuck). However, unlike most other people who see Dean this way (including Dean himself sometimes), Ketch actually likes this about Dean. It’s something he can really respect even on opposite sides of a fight and the thing he’s been taught to value about himself. Obviously, this doesn’t go over as a bonding moment for Dean like Ketch wants cause Dean wants to be more than just a killer and does occasionally have an ounce of self worth.

When Ketch comes to kill dean at the end of the season, there’s a sense of taunting with the fact that Dean is going to have to kill him, undermining the sense of self worth at least a bit, or Ketch is gonna get to kill him, proving himself as the ultimate killer. This is cut with Mary killing him, because she’s the one who Ketch has truly wronged (there’s so much to say here about Mary being a foil for Dean too and how that works with her and Ketch but that’s more an aside)

Anyway from there the foil starts to ease up a bit and Ketch takes his place amongst the pile of weird hate fuck to lovers men that dean has.

Idk if any of that answers your question but hopefully so. Pls tell your friends I’m sorry for adding fuel to what will surely be a delight of a fire lmao

[deansbracelet]

i liked ketch 100000x more than mick

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Every Fucking Time

Summary: You want to help Dean, but he knows you can't.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Lots of angst! Smut! Unprotected PinV sex. Slightly rough sex. Dean being an asshole. Dean being a broken boy. Hurt/comfort.

Pairings: Dean x Reader (You)

Word Count: 2,737

A/N: So, I just rewatched 13x18, Bring 'Em Back Alive, and the scene at the end never fails to break my heart. I just wanna make Dean feel better! 😫 But it got me thinking about how unlikely Dean would be to accept that help, and how his anger might manifest. Anyway, this is what spilled out of my brain as a result.

A/N 2: The title is a reference to Dean's line, "Every time we get close, it all falls apart. Every frickin' time." I have changed it to the non-network TV version because we all KNOW that's actually what Dean said.

You just wanted to help. You needed to help. You needed to make it better for him. 

Dean had slipped back home through the rift barely an hour earlier, talking about the apocalypse world Charlie and how he'd left her and Ketch behind, promising he would come back with reinforcements.

Then you, Cas and Sam had given him the bad news; no one could go back, you couldn’t send reinforcements. Gabriel was gone, taking all his archangel grace with him.

“So if it’s gone, then that means that we can’t open that door again. If we can’t open the door, then I shoulda never come back!” He'd shouted.

He'd tried to tamp down the rage and anger that simmered just behind his forced calm. Nevertheless, it exploded out of him making you all jump.

“Son of a bitch!” He'd screamed, sending books and papers crashing to the ground as he swept them from the table. “Every time!”

You could feel his frustration and pain like it was your own as his voice dropped, defeated and broken for the millionth time. “Every time we get close, it always falls apart…every fuckin’ time.”

When he walked away, looking as though the weight of the world was once again on his shoulders, you’d tried to follow after him, but Sam had grabbed your arm gently, holding you back.

“Leave him for now, Y/N. He needs time.”

You should have listened to Sam, but you could feel Dean’s pain like a lance in your side and you were desperate to heal him. So less than an hour later, you went looking for him. But he wasn’t in his room, or the Dean cave. The kitchen was empty and so was the garage. 

You finally found him in the infirmary. He was sitting on one of the beds, sewing together a nasty looking bullet wound.

“Dean!” You called out worriedly as you rushed down the steps. He glanced up at you but then went back to stitching himself up. “Why didn’t you tell us you’d been shot?” You reprimanded him.

He shrugged his unwounded shoulder. “No big deal. Ketch patched me up on the go, just didn’t have time to sew it up properly.”

You watched him silently for a moment, wincing every time the needle pierced his inflamed skin. He’d taken his shirt off so he could tend to his wound, and you couldn’t help but take an inventory of his other numerous scars. Jagged knife cuts, more round bullet holes, and a few waxy looking old burns, all marred his otherwise perfect, lightly freckled torso.

Some of the scars were very faded, barely noticeable, while others were newer; some of them were still red and angry looking. They were a patchwork of pain - a tapestry of more than thirty-five years of hunting, fighting, falling, getting up, and fighting again. 

It made you exhausted just to see it; it made your bones ache.

You stepped a little closer to him, but he kept you at arm’s length with an aura of silent, repressed anger that you could practically see pulsing off of him.

You wanted to help him so badly.

“Dean, I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, not looking up from his work. “No, let’s not. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

You let out a small sigh. Of course you don’t. You thought with a flash of frustration.

You were quiet another minute as he finished the last few stitches. Then you smiled a little, trying a different tactic. “So, there was a Charlie over there? That’s amazing. What was she like? Was she the same as our Charlie?”

Dean didn’t answer right away. He snipped the thread he was using and tossed the small silver scissors back into the first aid kit he had open on the bed beside him. He took some rubbing alcohol and poured it onto a gauze pad, holding it to his wound and sucking in a breath through gritted teeth before answering.

“Yeah sure, she was like our Charlie.” His voice was a growl of pain. “She was a badass, determined to fight injustice, sticking up for her friends, risking her life for them. And yeah, just like our Charlie, I left her on her own to be butchered.”

Tears pricked your eyes. “Dean that’s not true…you didn’t-”

“Seriously, Y/N. Just fucking don’t.”

You were silenced again, watching him clean up and toss the bloody bandages into the trash as he stood up from the bed. He reached for his flannel and tried to put it on, slightly hampered by his newly bandaged shoulder. You stepped forward to help him with it, and when it was on, but still unbuttoned, you slid your hands inside, down over his ribs.

You kissed his chest gently, and felt him twitch slightly. 

“Y/N.” He said quietly and you could hear the warning in his tone. 

You knew he was in a bad place, and the two of you had only recently begun to move your relationship out of friendship and into something more, so sex was still new between you. But you felt the overwhelming, screaming need to help him, to hold him close and let him feel your love shine through. You’d been in love with him for a long time, but you’d never told him. You suspected he didn’t love you back, though you hoped he might someday.

For now, though, you’d settle for being a soft place to land, if he’d just let you.

“Dean.” You said softly, kissing his chest again. “Let me help you.”

He pushed you back and turned away. “I don’t need help.”

You persisted, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “We all need help from time to time, Dean.”

“Y/N!” He said again, louder this time, his earlier anger resurfacing. “I told you, I’m fine. Just drop it.”

But you couldn’t. You wanted to help him, whether he accepted it or not.

You moved around him, so you stood in front of him again. “Dean, you’re not fine. I just wanna help you.”

Dean scoffed. “Well you can’t fucking help me, Y/N. You can’t make it better.”

“I could try.” You cupped his cheek, but he pulled it out of your grasp, turning his head. You stood on tiptoe to try and kiss him. “Let me try, Dean. Let me try to help you.”

Dean grabbed your wrists from around his neck, glaring down at you, eyes blazing. “You fucking can’t, do you not hear me? You can’t help me, no one can help me! Because all I do is fuck up; all I do is leave my friends and family to die. And fucking you isn’t gonna change that; unless you have some kind of magical cunt that can open portals to another dimension, you can’t fucking help me!”

You felt your stomach drop, and an immediate ache started, high in your gut, clenching your insides and making you feel short of breath. You stepped back from Dean and swallowed convulsively, trying not to let go of the tears that clogged your throat. But it was a losing battle and they were soon coursing down your cheeks.

You nodded slightly. “K, yeah.” You didn’t know what else to say, turning away just as remorse began dawning in Dean’s emerald eyes. “Sam was right…I shouldn’t have come.”

You took off, bounding up the stairs as Dean called out to you. You ignored him, desperate to get away before you collapsed completely. 

You heard Dean following you, chasing you down the bunker hallway and you sprinted away. You got to your room just in time to slam the door and lock it just as Dean skidded to a halt outside.

He banged on the door, but you just moved over to your desk, dropping into the chair and swiping at your tears over and over, unable to make them stop.

“Y/N, come on! Open the door. Look, I didn’t mean that, okay? I just...just let me in.” He banged again. When you wouldn’t open it, he just kept banging. Finally he yelled at you through the wood.  “You know, I can just break down the fucking door! Let me in!”

He slammed his hammer like fist against the door again, rattling it in its frame. You jumped up and ripped open the door just as he was about to start pounding again. So his fist was raised and his features were twisted in a snarl as you looked up at him. But you were calm, even though tears still leaked from your eyes.

“Enough.” You said quietly. “Look, I shouldn’t have kept bugging you, you made it very clear you didn’t want me there and that I couldn’t be of any help. So, it’s fine. I’ll leave you alone now, and you can please stop raging at me and trying to smash down my door.”

You swallowed tightly and then nodded at him. “Goodnight.”

You closed your door softly and walked back to slump onto the end of your bed. You dashed your tears away as quickly as they fell, trying to dash away Dean’s angry words too, but failing miserably. 

After nearly half an hour your tears finally dried up and you decided to get ready for bed, sadness and hurt making you slow and sluggish. As you pulled your big sleep shirt on over your head, however, a noise caught your attention just outside your door. 

You walked softly to the door in your bare feet, cracking it open an inch to look out into the hallway. What you saw made brand new tears cloud your vision.

Dean was sitting across from your door, his back against the wall. His knees were bent slightly with his elbows resting there and his feet planted on the floor. His eyes were shut, his head leaning back against the wall with tears streaming silently down his cheeks. Or almost silently. As you watched, his face spasmed with pain and his breath seemed to catch in his throat, making the muffled sound you’d heard; it sounded like his pain was choking him.

You opened the door wider and Dean sensed you, his eyes springing open. At first it seemed like he might bolt, but then he shook his head as he stared at you. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” His voice was a harsh whisper. “I swear to god, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

He thumped his head back against the wall twice. “I just break things. Everything.” He punctuated the word by slamming his elbow back into the wall as well, hard enough that you were worried he’d break the bone.

You hurried forward to kneel on the floor in front of him, squeezing in between his knees. You pulled his hands into yours as you tried to reassure him. “Dean, that isn’t true. You don’t break everything; you fix things, save things. It’s in your DNA to try to right all the wrongs in the world, but sometimes you just can’t.”

He stared at you intently and once again you found yourself desperate to try to ease the bottomless ache you could see in his mossy green eyes.

His voice was barely a whisper as he reached out to run his thumb across your cheekbone. “Did I break us?”

You took a deep breath. “Your words hurt me.” He closed his eyes and nodded. “But…”

You were quiet a moment before deciding it was worth taking a chance, so you just said it. “But I love you, and my love doesn’t break that easily, even if my heart does.”

You took his hand from your cheek and held it against your chest, over your heart. “Not ever. No matter what the future holds, my love is unbreakable, even when you try to smash it to pieces with both hands.”

Dean’s expression was closed off, and you couldn’t see through it to his thoughts. After a moment he shook his head. “Don’t love me, sweetheart. I can’t…I can’t protect you if you love me. Something will come and take you from me - use you to hurt me somehow.” He closed his eyes again and repeated his words from earlier in the evening. 

“Every time I get close, it always falls apart.” He opened his eyes slowly and stared intently into your soul. “Every fucking time.”

He gazed at you for a long time, and you let him, hoping he could see that you weren't afraid to love him, and you weren't going to be scared away.

Suddenly he reached out to yank you into his lap and slam his mouth down on yours. You gasped into the kiss and then whimpered as he clutched you tight to him.

He pulled away from you, breathing harshly. “Am I forgiven? Because I was such a liar. I do need you.�� He dipped his head to nip at your pulse point and flick his tongue against your salty skin. “I need you so fucking bad.”

You nodded, flushed and aching for his touch. “You’re forgiven.”

He crushed your lips with his once again, standing up without letting you out of his arms. He pushed you backwards through your bedroom door and closed it with a soft click, as he yanked your t-shirt off over your head, getting you naked in one quick motion.

You pushed his open flannel down his arms, being careful not to aggravate his newest injury. You fumbled with the button on his jeans for a moment, hands trembling, as he palmed your breast and squeezed, pressing his hard, blunt fingertips into your yielding flesh.

You threw your head back as he pulled your nipple into his mouth and bit it gently. You sank your hands into his short hair, tugging sharply and moaning loudly. He pulled away, just far enough that he could spin you around to face the wall. With a hand against your upper back, he bent you over slightly and lifted your arms, so that you braced them against the brick.

Then he raised your right leg, wrapping his forearm over top of it and spreading you open. You felt the knuckles of his other hand brush over your dripping wet core as he unbuttoned his jeans. Seconds later, you felt his tip pressing against your entrance and then you let out a scream of pleasure as he slammed into you hard and fast.

As he fucked up into you, he pulled you open even wider, reaching down with his free hand to rub circles into your clit with his calloused fingertips.

Eventually he dropped your leg, and pushed your feet apart while he pulled your hips back towards him. He never faltered or slowed his pace, just manhandling you into the positions he wanted.

You were bent at a ninety degree angle now, hands still braced against the wall, with your head hanging between them as Dean continued to pound into you so deep that he was almost lifting you off the floor with each thrust. 

He clamped his hand on the back of your neck, using it as leverage to piston his hips forward like a jackhammer. He tilted your pelvis forward slightly and suddenly he was perfectly, relentlessly hitting your g-spot over and over until you were screaming out his name and crashing into a hard wall of pleasure. You shook with your climax, but Dean didn’t stop, riding you through your first orgasm and into several more.

Your throat was hoarse from shouts of pleasure before Dean finally cursed loudly, shouting your name and surging into your body. With one last driving push,  you could feel him spurting into you hot and thick. He rocked his body against yours a few more times as his cock continued to twitch inside you.

Finally he stilled, both of you breathing harshly now, bodies slick with sweat. He laid his chest against your back, his arm still wrapped around your waist, keeping you close, keeping himself locked inside your slick warmth.

“Y/N.” You could hear the thick emotions even in his soft whisper. “You know, you save me. Every time I think I can’t recover, every time I think I won’t get back up. You make me think I can. You tell me I will.” 

He paused and his voice was velvety and warm as he breathed out across your skin. “You save me.” He kissed your shoulder gently. “Every fucking time.”

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[ihatedean]

we finished ep10 and i neeeed to say some shit.

of course they'd bring missouri back just to kill her. i'm the idiot for believing they'd actually do something fun with her.

i've only had jack for 9 episodes and i would genuinely die for him. not even joking. he's the only good thing to come out of the bunker era. also. mama bear sam??? wow. i don't know how i feel about dean yet- i know he grows fond of jack later, but i don't think i've ever seen him treat anybody like this. at least not people who didn't deserve it... it's weird.

oh god. they did that for me actually. my cringe little girl. he looks soooo dumb and its so so hot. i love the boots. i love it when he cosplays. i love that they had absolutely NO privacy in that motel. wow.

4. i want ketch gone. not in a "ohhh he's so evil i want him gone!" way. it's a "please please erase everything BMOL-related from existence" way. i don't like him, the only thing he brings to the table so far is mentioning rowena. but i genuinely hope he's here just for a few episodes until something kills him.

5.e8.... happened. i guess it was....... different. e9 and... uh. dinosaurs? i HATED the camera movement, though. there's that.

6. what the fuck was up with dean forcing kaia to get in the car. holy fuck. i know we're supposed to believe its because he's doing whatever he can to bring his mother back but.... jesus. he just. wouldn't do that. it was genuinely devastating to see him act like that- it crossed too many lines.

7. holy fuck. holy fuck WAYWARD SISTERS. ugh, so many feelings. we could not shut up while watching. it was sooo much fun and such a cool way to get the girls together!! i love that you can tell they have different dynamics w each other- it feels real. there's a gentleness in claire that she shows to the "new girls" of the gang, cool big-sister vibes that she uses to calm them down, ease them into it. and another one, deeper, reserved just for her sister alex. when alex and claire are talking you can FEEL the years of growing up together. they've said some nasty things to each other, you just know it. and yeah i ship it. but: it does sting that they've been building all these great female characters who are strong and funny and smart and caring, and then proceeded to give them an episode that felt.... ugh, i don't know. i hate the word performative, but i just wish it had been treated with more seriousness? like. give them a scary looking monster, at least. let them look messy. i couldn't stop looking at claire's perfectly curled hair throughout the whole episode. they're beautiful women, i already know that, they would look pretty even if you roughen them up, i promise. it felt like the show kept repeating "wow these women are BAD-ASS, right? right!? they shoot guns!" in a way that they never needed to with jo or ellen or fuck, jody. one look at ellen and i was straightening my back, man. i miss that. i miss characters that didn't need to show their scars to show how bad-ass they are.

Anyways. I hated season 12. But it was something. And it showed the hunter world outside of Sam and Dean, something I missed a lot. With season 13 I can officially say I'm just here to watch Jensen Ackles' mouth moving. That's it. Asmodeus might have been a fun character for a video game. I hate him in this show. I want Mary gone, or at least I want someone to remember who Mary Winchester is and write her as such. Kevin was there for a moment, that was cool. Mark Pellegrino was not paid enough.

[longnightsandredflags]

Arthur ketch and Dean definitely fucked nasty

Dean Winchester has a type...

...and it sure as hell isn't Ketch

[holylulusworld]

Ketch me if you can...

Summary: Dean ignores your presence. What happens when a certain British guy tries to get your attention?

Pairing: Dean x Reader; Arthur Ketch x Reader?

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited love, flirting, cocky Ketch, jealousy, arguments

There is something about this man, this hunter making your heart race. You’ve got no clue if it’s the way he carries himself or the angry expression whenever his eyes land on you but, he gets under your skin. 

Every. Fucking. Time.

While you are busy watching Dean, the man you are supposed to hate, flirt with a random girl, someone has his eyes set on you.

“You know, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” the British guy Sam and Dean seem to trust nowadays smirks, giving you a taste of his non-existent charm. “We could have a private conversation at my suite.”

“Listen, Mr. Important from Great Britain,” you pry your eyes off the scene in front of you to face the ‘hunter’ Sam wanted you to meet. “I got no clue what you mean with getting over someone but for sure I will not get under you.”

Sam snickers at your words, not hiding he was spying on you and their new ‘partner’. You always were better at reading people, so Sam wanted you to check on Ketch before they get involved even more with the British Men of Letters.

“Your loss, Y/N,” Ketch leans closer, smiling wildly as Dean’s eyes drift toward you.

The hunter does not pay attention to the girl any longer, rather watches Ketch hit on you with angry eyes. His jaw ticks and if he clenches his teeth a bit harder he might need to see a dentist.

“A woman never complaint about leaving my room unsatisfied.”

“I bet they all had a vibrator ready,” it’s your turn to smirk and Ketch, well he snickers at your comment. “I know you try to test my boundaries, just leave it, okay. I’m not fucking hunters; I’m not collaborating with them nor do I fall in love. Sam asked me to come here and listen to your organization's offer, nothing else.”

“Tough words from a tough hunter,” Ketch raises his glass, turning his attention toward business again. “We offer the newest technology, our help in any department, and all we want is your loyalty towards the Men of Letters,” you nod turning around to lean your back against the counter.

“Loyalty is a problem among hunters, you know. One day they tell you about all the things you could have,” your eyes drift toward Dean when you scoff at the hunter's angry expression, “and the other day you find out you were just…convenient.”

“Figures,” Ketch nods, watching Dean ball his hands into fists. “Those American hunters seem to be a bunch of unorganized, uninformed, and stubborn hillbillies…”

“Whoa, I didn’t say all of them are idiots, okay. Sam, over there is smart, loyal, and a hell of a fighter. I mean, he defeated Lucifer himself, dude,” you fist Ketch’s tie, twirling it around your hand. “I meant someone specific whose name I refuse to use.”

“Winchester, Dean. Born January 24th, 1979. First sexual contact with you around six years ago. He seduced you to become his hunting and sex partner until Sam Winchester came back. Two weeks later he called things off, provoked a fight and you left, never looking back,” your mouth hangs open when Ketch tells you they were watching you and the other hunters for years.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Did you have a camera in that motel room and filmed me having sex with that idiot?” Furious you fist Ketch’s tie, missing the way Dean storms toward you and said man.

Dean missed you yelled at Ketch only saw you tugged at his tie to bring the taller man down to your eye level. To the hunter, it seemed you wanted to kiss Ketch.

“Hands off,” Dean barks, puffing his chest. “We invited you here to get to know more hunter, a huntress to be specific, not to get your hands on her,” now Dean shoves you behind his back, ready to attack Ketch.

“What the fuck, Winchester! I wanted to mop the floor with Ketch!” Scrunching up his nose Dean turns around. Lips pursed; he shakes his head. 

“You will not do anything with that guy. No making out, flirting or mop anything with him,” you snicker, watching Dean’s chest heaves up and down.

“Mop the floor is not a term for sex, Winchester. It means I want to mop the floor with him, literally, you frustrating idiot. Now get out of my way and I’ll hurt that bastard,” you want to jump at Ketch who sidesteps your attack, smirking as Dean needs all his strength to hold you back.

“Lady, I will go back to my suite and have sweet dreams,” that bastard smirks again, looking at you in Dean’s arms. “If you want to act on your words…Ketch me if you can…”

“I hate stupid wordplays…I’ll scratch your eyes out! Freaking pervert! You can’t just stalk people and watch them have sex or worse!” You fight with tooth and nails, struggling against Dean’s strength until you give up, hanging limp in the hunter’s arms. “Why didn’t you let me hurt him? They were watching us for years. That asshole knew when we had sex…”

“Wait…what?” Sam nods but tries to stay out of your fight with Dean. “They watched us while we…you know…fondued?” Laughing Sam looks at his drink, while you snicker silently.

“Fucked, Dean…not fondued. Who says ‘fondued’? We had nasty and kinky sex, not cheese on bread or crap,” Dean chuckles, finally letting go of you. “I want to hurt his stiff ass.”

“Count me in, sweetheart,” the pet name let your stomach drop and you step away from Dean, shaking your head. “Y/N, wait…”

“I’m out of this, okay. Whatever they offered to you and Sam, I’m not interested, and you shouldn’t’ agree either,” looking at Dean you shrug. “My guts tell me someone stalking you for years can’t be trusted.”

“Y/N, they have resources we only can dream of. They have an army, knowledge, weapons,” Sam tries to argue but you huff, getting your silver knife out to ram it into the counter.

“I got weapons too, just like knowledge and resources. It’s about giving and take Sam, you know that. I help the guy trading me my weapons, he helps me. A priest blesses my water and blade for me, I protect his church. For those guys everything is about control, nothing else. But who am I to talk about making the right decision?” Huffing you look at Dean. “I let Dean Winchester break my heart after all, even though, I knew he would do so…”

You grasp for the knife, pulling it out of the counter. “Trust them or not, I’ll dodge this party, sorry…” Dean watches you walk out of the bar, a sinking feeling in his guts.

“What happened between the two of you?” Sam blinks when Dean tells him he used you back then to have someone besides his side.

“I needed a partner, she was willing to help. I messed up, end of story…”

Part 2

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[smol-and-grumpy]

Something Just Like This - CH32

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: Just a sweet, fluffy and NSFW chapter

WC: 3430

A/N: You get two chapters from me today. Please read this one first. Don’t spoil it for yourself! This chapter is just a little fluff and smut but there's angst in there as well. If you read carefully (not the smut part), you'll see the angst in there.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Life’s pretty much back to normal fourteen days after. The scar on Dean’s face is almost invisible. Y/N was glad because every time she looked at the scar she had that cloud over her face and Dean knows that she still blames herself for it. 

She’s told him countless times that if it wasn’t for her, Ketch wouldn’t have even found out who Dean was and wouldn’t have shown up and tried to hand him over to the Feds.

Although she doesn’t say it, but Dean takes a wild guess that Ketch was still working for the MI6 and had probably been sent here to dig up some dirt. Of course Ash couldn’t find any information on him. It’s like that dude never existed and it’s weird, like, really weird. Something feels off, but Dean can’t quite put a finger on it. 

But now he doesn’t have to. Ketch is off the radar and there’s no interference since. So, actually, life’s pretty good right now. As good as it can be.

*

Today’s their four months anniversary. They never celebrated actually because they could never agree on a date. They don’t really know when it all started, the lines blur together. For Dean, though, it has all started when he walked into the bar that fateful night. And that’s the date he goes by whether she likes it or not.

He wakes before her and looks over, she’s still sleeping, both of her arms high up above her head, the blanket only covers her to her navel, one leg outside of it. Her lips are slightly parted, her hair is tied into a bun but it’s all messy. Her tits are on display too, because she became accustomed to sleep in only her panties and Dean likes it as much as he hates it because he can barely hold himself back from touching her.

It’s easy, Dean thinks, so easy to snuggle close and trailing the tip of his nose against her warm cheeks. Easy to tickle her skin with the fluff of his scruff. 

She stirs, groans a little.

Dean chuckles at that, one of his hands strokes her stomach under the cover, works its way up to cup her tit.

There’s another stir and she gobbles, turning her head to the side but not quite opening her eyes. He knows she’s awake. She must be. 

His fingers twist at her nipple, rolls it between them and his tongue starts to flicker against the other nipple, they both begin to harden. 

She groans again and Dean grins, sucks in her tits and pulls with his teeth.

“Dean!” Y/N yelps up.

There it is. 

He pops the tit out of his mouth, takes the opportunity and keeps her hands pinned above her head with both of his hands as he climbs on top of her.

“Happy anniversary.” He says, noses along her nose and kisses her.

“Anniversary of what?” She mumbles against his lips.

“Our meeting.” He answers, places kisses down her chin and throat, feels her arch her back, pressing her body closer to his. She’s always so fucking responsive. 

Dean lets go, though, rolls back to his side and opens his bedside drawer to take out a card, before rolling himself back and handing it to her.

She’s still yawning and rubs at her eyes with her hands and then she looks at the card, frowning. “I didn’t get anything for you.” She takes it anyway and opens the envelope.

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll give me something.” He winks and it’s cocky he knows because she’s rolling her eyes. 

Y/N takes out the card and he watches her face. It goes from frowning to a smile and Dean’s heart skips.

The front of the card reads:

I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW MUCH I’M NOT SICK OF YOU!

And on the inside, he wrote:

YOU’RE STILL DEFINITELY THE BEST FUCKING DECISION I’VE EVER MADE  XX  D.

She laughs heartily and Dean hugs her, pulls her close and kisses her temple.

“Thank you.” She kisses his cheek, “Now I feel bad for not knowing what today is.” She says with a pout.

Dean lets her bury her face in the crook of his neck. “Oh I have an idea what you could do.”

“What?” She mumbles against his skin, and he knows that she expects him to say something nasty.

“You remember the auction?”

“Oh no…”

He laughs, “Oh, yes!” And then he adds, “First thing’s first. We’re taking a morning bath.”

It’s weird, Dean thinks. He’s never ever taken a bath before she came along. He’s not even sure if he ever used the bathtub except for the times he fell asleep in it drunk as a lord. Since he asked her to take a bath with him the first time, it became their escape, their sanctuary. Taking baths with her seems to stop time, stretching out the mornings or nights, pushing back obligations. It feels like it’s just them and Dean likes that. Likes the comfort of being naked with her in the tub. Not only the sexual aspect but also the intimacy it provides. He can’t imagine taking a bath with someone else and that should say something.

  Y/N’s in the bathroom, putting on finishing touches. Dean had slipped out of the room after their bath and is now waiting for her. She doesn’t bother with make up or anything really, just a hydration cream but she did let her hair loose and tried to curl them but of course it’s a futile attempt. They can never stay the way they should. It’s frustrating, really.

She walks out, braces one hand on the door frame. Dean’s grinning at her from the bed. He has his head propped up on his hands, the blanket covers his legs to his navel. He looks delicious, it’s not fair. 

“This is ridiculous.” She sighs and Dean raises an eyebrow because he doesn’t agree with her thinking his idea is ridiculous, obviously.

Dean wanted her to wear one of his dress shirts so he fishes out the one he wore yesterday from the hamper. He doesn’t want her to wear a new one apparently because it smells of him and he likes that. He also requested she wears a garter belt and stockings. And yes, it’s ridiculous because first of all, they won’t be needing clothes for what they’re about to do anyway, and second of all, the shirt’s too big and she’s drowning in it. She can’t really believe that she oozes with sexappeal while wearing that, honestly.

“It’s not.” Dean swallows and he looks at her like he could eat her alive. “Come here.” 

She pouts a little, climbs on the bed and crawls up to him on all fours. Her knees are on either side of him and she hovers above him.

“You look so fucking sexy in my shirt.” He growls, hooks his finger into the open collar and pulls her close for a kiss. “You know why I want you to wear it?”

“So I would smell like you?”

“Yeah,” Dean smiles, “Because you’re mine and I’m keeping you for as long as you’ll let me.”

“And if I don’t wanna be yours anymore?” 

She can feel him tensing underneath her. He looks at her, his eyes are sincere, “Then I will respect your decision even though it’ll probably kill me.”

He kisses her again then, tries to not think about it and she pours everything into the kiss, nibbles at his bottom lips, sucks in his tongue and makes him moan into her open mouth. 

Dean turns them around, so that he’s on top and lowers his face, kisses her like he means it, like he’s begging her to stay and let him keep her with every touch of their lips.

His hands skim over her body, lips trailing over her chin, down her throat. He sucks at her pulse point, makes her close her eyes and moan his name. 

She writhes when he uses his teeth, bites a mark and sucks at the skin, draws blood to the surface. “You’re mine,” He says with her flesh between his teeth and she nods, because she is. She really, truly is, and she wants him to keep her, wants it so much even if she knows that it’s wishful thinking on her part.

He works his way down, unbuttons the shirt with skilled fingers, cups both her tits in his hands and squeezes them together. His tongue flickers over her nipples, one after another, sucks and bites at them, and she scrambles for purchase at the top of his back, hands finding his head, fists in his hair. “Prettiest tits, fuck,” He curses, seals his lips around the peak, lets it out again with a pop and she feels the tip of his hard cock brushing at her thighs, leaving a wet trail as his face works its way further down.

His teeth nibbles at her stomach, tongue dipping down into her navel, and then he’s in between her thighs, both of his hands fold her legs up by the back of her knees. 

“I thought I should tend to your needs and not the other way around.” She says, reminding him that he bid on the PA and not the other way around.

Dean chuckles, hot air breathes against her bare and wet cunt. “Oh, baby, that is my need.”

He swipes his tongue through her fold, parting her lips, the tip of his tongue tickling at her clit as his thumbs hold her open. 

“As sweet as ever,” He blows warm air against her wet pussy, before he dives in again, eats her out, and hums with pleasure. 

Y/N writhes above him and he has to hold her still. 

While Dean licks at her like she’s the best fucking lollipop, he takes his hand from the back of her legs and skims them across the back of her thighs until his fingers dip into the slick at the entrance of her pussy. 

He makes space for his fingers inside of her, moves his mouth up until he’s only sucking her clit while he drives two of his fingers inside. Dean curves them right, fucks into her slow and deep.

She keens, pushes her hips up, grinds her cunt against his mouth. Her hands find his hair, fists at them, driving her nail into his scalp. She’s so close already, and is panting hard. 

Dean knows of course and pauses to chuckle before he looks up to her. Their eyes meet and then he winks before pushing another finger in alongside the two already inside. 

“Dean!” Y/N yelps up, and then Dean stop sucking at her clit and she knows that he abandons eating her out in favor of making her squirt because he’s fucking her roughly, with three fingers. 

He moves up keep one of her legs wrap around his body as he leans forward and down, the fingers that’s not fucking her twists at her nipple before they move to claw around her throat.

She fists the sheets before one hand flies to the hand that’s choking her. Dean kisses her, rough and hard. 

The sloshing sound that’s coming out of her wet pussy makes her blush. 

“Shit,” She sounds broken, barely audible.

Dean lays his forehead against hers, “Come baby, come for me,”

And that’s it, that’s really all it takes for her stomach to cramp up, all it takes for her legs to shake, her eyes to cross and her eyelids to flutter as she comes with a cry. The sloshing sound is still there as he fucks her lazily before he takes it out of her and rubs at her sensitive clit. 

She yelps at his touch but then laughs and he presses his lips to hers after whispering, “Good girl.” 

He kisses her, hard, hungry and fucking dirty. 

“Dean,” She whines, her hands on his shoulder, squeezing and clawing.

He kisses her nose, her lips, her jaw, whispering, “I got you, baby.” Before moving down and spreading her legs, almost folding her in half again. 

Dean rubs his shaft along her pussy lips, coats it in her slick and oh god, it feels so good already but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. 

“What do you want?”

“Your cock in me. Now.” Y/N has learned to tell what she wants and doesn’t shy away anymore.

He chuckles but is still stalling, still teasing her.

“Please, daddy?”

“Fuck, baby,” Dean almost lost his cool, almost slips in without meaning to. Because he’s a little shit like that, she knows. Likes to tease her as much as she likes to tease him. “Take it, put it where you want me.”

She grins, her hand reaches down, strokes him a couple of times before she places the head of his cock to her entrance and Dean pushes in, going deeper with every move of his hips.

They groan out at the same time. He fills her so good, goes in deep, knows that she likes it that way.

His hands now on her calves, pushing them up high as he fucks her faster. “Is that okay?” He asks like he still needs to make sure.

“Yeah,” Y/N swallows, pinching her nipple with one hand as the other one goes down to play with herself.

When she comes again on his cock, her pussy pushes him out and Dean hurriedly slips right back in, fucks her faster, slips out two more times and he has to chuckle at that, “Your pussy’s too damn wet baby. Come on, on all fours.”

He moves from the bed, makes room for her to take off the shirt and positions herself on all fours in front of the mirror. She sees him through the mirror, sees him climb back to the bed, sees him bend his head down, sucks and licks at her for a short moment while he fists his own cock as he slaps the free hand down on her ass cheek, rests it there and squeezes her flesh. 

Dean strokes himself a couple more times, spanks her twice more before he places his dick to her entrance. “Back up, baby.” He says and waits for her to fuck back into him.

And of course she does, at this point she’s too desperate not to. She lowers her body onto her elbows and moves her hips, fucking herself back onto his cock and after a while, Dean meets her halfway. “So good, baby. Such a good girl fucking yourself on my cock. Fuck, wish you could see how good you look from up here.”

His hands are now firm on her ass, spanks her once more, the sting makes her moan out loud.

“Harder.” She pants.

“Harder?”

“Yeah, spank me harder.”

“Christ,” Dean is panting as he brings his hand down on her ass, hard, loud. It hurts so good. “So fucking sexy when you ask for what you want.”

“Fuck,” She breathes out, her eyes look to the mirror, sees him grip at the flesh on her lower back, squeezes it so hard she’s sure he’s going to leave bruises. “Fuck me harder, please.”

“You sure about that?” He asks because he’s already fucking her pretty hard and she knows that because it’s bordering on pain when his dick goes too deep but yes, she’s sure, she wants more. So much more.

“Yes, Dean, please.” Y/N’s aware that she sounds whiny and at this point, she can’t bring herself to care. 

“Okay,” He says, and then again, “Okay.”

She can see through the mirror that he repositions himself, bracing one leg up to the side so he has better balance. Both his hands skims up her back, fingertips bumping along her spine until he reaches her shoulder. One hand goes to her hair, pulling at them to keep her face trained on the mirror as he fucks her harder and so much faster. 

“Fuck, look at you. Taking my dick so fucking good. Good girl.” Dean’s almost out of breath, pistons his hips against her rear, the sound they make is lewd and loud, skin slapping against skin, obscene moans and groans fills the room. 

And she sees if, sees herself in the reflection, sees his hand in her hair, his leg standing out, braced out to the side. Sees the crease his stomach and groin makes when he moves, thinks it’s fucking hot. He always said that she turns him on so much but he has no idea how much he turns her on. How she could come from watching him fuck her alone. And just like that, like it’s the easiest thing in the world, she comes quiet but hard, her legs give out and she slumps down, her pussy’s gripping him tight so Dean’s coming down with her, pushes in deep once more.

“Shit, baby, that’s a fucking amazing orgasm.” He’s grinning as he fucks into her lazily, when the walls aren’t as tight anymore. 

When her walls are finally loose enough, he slips out, turns around to lie back on the bed, head props up on a pillow. “Come on, ride me.”

She’s still holding her pussy, covering it because it feels over-sensitive. “Oh my god Dean, I don’t know if I have the strength to be on top.”

“Trust me, I got you, baby.” He beckons her over with a gesture of his hands, and then he adds. “Besides, I’m barely holding myself together right now. I’m gonna burst soon.”

She gets up, walks up to the bed on her knees and then she straddles him. Her hands strokes him before he puts the head of his dick to her entrance and sits down on it. She’s so wet it slips right in. 

At first she sets the pace, circling and grinding on his cock while Dean’s hands are on her hips, helping her grind.

“You’re fucking amazing,” He says and looks up at her with adoration in his eyes while his arms go up to knead at her tits. “I’m close.”

He pulls her down then, wraps his arms around her middle and she’s on her knees, both on either side of his body. He fucks up into her, hard, fast and with wild abandon while he whispers in her ear, “You gonna come with me? Can you do that, huh baby?”

“I-I can try.” She says and lets herself fall. She’s sucking at his throat before Dean makes her look up and then he kisses her when she comes, following her over the edge right after. 

He’s still holding her as they come down from their high. His dick still lazily fucking her, the feel of wet cum in between them. 

“Fuck,” Dean breathes out and smiles when she holds herself up, looking down at him. “I think we need a shower.”

*

The day with her being his PA was filled with both of them walking around the house naked and Dean eats her out right at the kitchen counter when he wanted to prepare lunch. After he finally made lunch, he made her sit in his lap while they ate and slipped right in but didn't move. Made her sit there with his dick inside of her and every time she would wiggle her hips, he held her still and that, is pure torture.

Y/N sucks him later when he was asleep on the couch, woke him right up and made him come down her throat. 

It was good. Really good. Dean made it a challenge to see how many times he could make her come. She lost track after fourteen and she doesn’t think that he still has an overview of the score.

At the end of the day, they were exhausted and while they’re sitting around naked, eating leftover pizza, she’s still leaking cum all over. Dean jokes that his dick is swollen and raw so she can’t be expecting him to fuck her in the next couple of days but then he winks and he says that he’s going to eat her twice a day instead, she snorts out a laugh, the bite of pizza flying right out of her mouth. 

It’s easy with him, she thinks. Easy how they can fuck like animals but can chill and calm down together and joke around. Easy how they can draw strengths from one another. Easy how they know each other's boundaries. It’s easy to love him.

CH33

[malfoysqueen54]

White Flag  Part 3

Dean and her grew up together, trained together. Also, absolutely can’t be in the same room without a fight ensuing. When she has to come back and help out the boys and their friends. If she stays too long will all her secrets come out. She swore he would never know, circumstances and their friends and family, they might have other ideas.

Pairing- Dean x OFC

Warnings: Angst!, oh and ANGST! Triggers for Alcohol and drug abuse. Anger issues. Dean angry and yelling. (That needs a warning). Eventually smut. Sexual situations, cussing, blood, gore, the usual Supernatural warning.

Thank You @winchest09!! Always you rock and talk and beta for me. You are a Rockstar!!!

Also Thanx to @jensengirl83​ she made sure I didn’t miss anything. Love ya girly!!

Sam was pacing around the room, Benny was making multiple phone calls as Dean drank. Whiskey always cured his troubles.

“Really, I mean I know you don’t care, but you could try to help,” Sam snapped at his brother. Dean’s eyes traced to his sibling who looked very worried. He glanced over at Benny, who mirrored the same expression as Sam. “I do care,” Dean huffed. 

The snappy retort made his brother snort in derision, “Yeah, sure.” 

That rueful smile crossed Sammy’s face. Dean withered slightly, he hadn’t worried about the horrid wench that caused nothing but headaches for him for a while. This time, he had a bad feeling; four months and she hadn’t spoken to anyone. He called to tell her off for the car she bought Jack but she never answered. She hasn’t answered his calls in years. Sam, Cass, or even Jack. Hell, anybody but him, she answered within the hour.

It irked him, but it never bothered him. At least that’s what he told himself. Yet, when Benny came back within the week, checking every home and hideaway she had and there was no answer, he grew concerned. She hadn’t taken any of her go bags, her bank accounts, even the hidden ones were untouched; something was wrong. He felt it in his bones and that feeling never boded well with them. She was in trouble.

Y/n  was a special kinda bitch in his book. Nothing and no one touched her without a crazy kind of surprise, or one hell of a plan beyond monster capabilities. This was a new hurdle.

The fact that Sammy doubted him wanting to find her or know what happened made his skin crawl. They may fight, shit, they hated one another, but he still wanted her safe. He NEVER wished her gone or dead; even if that’s how she made it seem over the years. She forced herself to be a ghost to them since the Mark of Cain.

He didn’t know why or even how the crazy woman did it, but she ghosted them. She was ruthless and wickedly smart, he would give her that. Her scars ran beyond skin though, to her core, and not even Sam knew them all. Hell, maybe no one did, even Benny. The vamp had become her companion, her best friend and he was happy to have him  here, on his side. 

Something was definitely wrong, they just had to figure out what. Sammy even called that bullshit British Men of Letters hunter, Ketch. As psychopathic as he was, was an excellent resource. 

“You heard from Ketch?” he looked at his brother. Sammy just sighed and shook his head, looking down to his phone. No answer from Ketch meant no good news, at all.

Ketch was one of the pricks torturing Y/n, that’s why. Good ol’ Chuck saw his uses and used him. Nothing would stop that ruthless tea-swilling serial killer. Well, at least she had something pretty to look at.

“Well, now are you going to tell us the whole story Ms. Y/l/n?” Ketch asked, sheathing the blade he held.

Y/n’s smirk was her answer but she retorted just the same, “No, Mr. Ketch, but if you fancy a fuck, I am just laying about,” her brow crooked for what it was worth below swollen eyes, cuts that bloodied her vision, and bruised ribs that made it hard to breath.

The Brit turned to her and smiled, “Well, that is a fetching idea. Yet, I’m not allowed to play with God’s toys.” He leaned against the desk eyeing her, “You were always a beautiful woman. A vividly talented hunter, resourceful even beyond your abundance of wealth. Yet you,” his lips smacked in shame, shaking his head, “you stopped at Dean Winchester, what is that man’s pull? Truly, I want to understand.”

“You couldn’t,” she said simply. Looking at him gave a slight shake to her head, “No, not a sociopath like you. No empathy, no morals, you feel nothing. No guilt, no remorse, you hold nothing that would make you capable of wrapping your warped little mind around why I feel like I do about Dean. Plus, he doesn’t know and wouldn’t care.” A dry smirk was thrown his way as she let her head fall back against her restraints.

He eyed her, processing her, “Him knowing how you feel or the things you have done for him, terrifies you. You! I have seen and heard of the things you have fought and done.” He shook his head, folding his hand into his lap, “Yo-you’re formidable,” he shrugged confused.

Y/n snorted, “Obviously not,” jerking her wrists that were tied down for emphasis.

“No, no. it’s something more,” he dismissed her.

“Dean, flaws and all, is something you can never understand or be. Dean can’t help that he cares so much and he hides it. He can’t shake his loyalty, it’s a huge fault. Dean does whatever he has to for whoever he loves and cares about,” she growled.

Ketch smirked in realization, “And that’s not you. He has no love or loyalty to you. That’s why you accept this.” He gestured around, “You believe Chuck is wrong. Dean won’t care about anything you have done. Dean won’t care if you’re gone.”

“That’s right. He won’t.” She knew that for a fact. “I’ll give it to you, he will be surprised, but he’ll shrug it off.”

“Hmm.” With that Ketch got up and left the room. Y/n let her head fall back with force. Good thing she put her affairs in order years ago; everything she had would go to the Winchesters and Benny. Benny deserved a break from her. Benny had stuck by her side for years, put up with her boozing, drugging, and her massive attitude issues with no explanation from her. She even left a few tricks for Rowena. She did adore that sassy redheaded witch.

Ketch entered Chucks office sneering. A roaring fire, mahogany furniture, a desk the size of Sam. God did like to overcompensate.

“How is it going?” Chuck’s voice drew his attention, taking off his glasses with that smile of his.

Pursing his lips, “The same. She isn’t easily persuaded.”

Chuck sighed pursuing his lips rising from his chair turning to face the big picture window. “It’s been months. I might have to approach this differently. She is an anomaly, I can use her. I just need to find out how.”

“Maybe, it might be prudent to find out exactly what she means to Dean. I mean she may not be the chip you think she is to him. From what I know and heard from them, Dean is not a fan.” Ketch interjected.

“Dean also will still protect her, she is like family, and the others love her. So no, I can use her. Especially with the information I have, believe me I know what I am doing.” Chuck’s eyes cut to Ketch with a sneer reclaiming his seat at his desk. “Not only that, but once he knows EVERYTHING,” God’s eyes narrowed cruelly, “It will destroy them both.”

Ketchs brow quirked. “Are you going to kill her then?

The shorter man’s head shook back and forth, and he chuckled. “ Why? She is doing that to herself already. I don’t have to help with that.”

Ketch was confused. “Then why did you actually need her if you know everything?”

Chuck was silent a moment his jaw tensed. “Cause I know what happened, but not the details. I NEED the actual details. Which is why I have you,” he growled.

“Ah, I see. Well, it must be something big, if she is this tight lipped,” the taller man retorted, grabbing a drink from the wet bar.

The twinkle in Chuck’s eye unnerved him. “Oh it is, I heard the rumors, but the brutal truth. Oh thats why she is destroying herself. Fascinating to watch how humans react to things. That is why I need the truth, every nasty detail, of it all.”

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[supersleepygoat]

Can you pleasssssse recommend some good spn authors I feel like your the only one ik

hahah you’re a kind liar but Oh HELL NO! I am the shittiest writer out there. SO MANY people do it way better than I do! So, where do I start?? The fairest way to go about this is alphabetical... so bear with me.

@cherry3point14 

My go to for anytime I want some crack that will make me smile. The Reader’s internal dialogue is so damn funny, at times I actually have to put my phone down, because it is so real. The Reader’s voice is always so clearly defined and the characterization of that made-up person is some of the best I've read. 

@crispychrissy  

Literally everything she writes is magical. Her attention to detail/lore is NEXT LEVEL. She doesn't just mimic the SPN universe... she creates a whole damn world of her own. She brings in lore that I bet the actual SPN writers don’t even know about. That said.... if you are looking for a real good time... go check out “The Perfect Storm”... do it... I know you want to. 

@holylulusworld 

ANGST.... so much angst... so much sweet sweet angst! Anytime I want to feel some feelings and make myself cry... I turn to this expansive masterlist! She turns out fics at a rate that puts us all to shame. From what I read, we have a mutual fascination with asshole!dean. 

@jay-and-dean

I am currently losing my mind over “Captive”... I’m not done it yet, so no spoilers! but hot damn!!! I don’t know why I love it so much when Dean is mean... but I do. and, it’s even better when you know that meanness is rooted in his own insecurities and fear. She writes Dean so well! I can hear him the story. 

@luci-in-trenchcoats

Do I even need to say anything? Everyone knows she is the mother fucking jam. Ya’ll know I don’t normally like fluff. but I never get sick of the happiness I find on this masterlist. I am currently about to start reading “The Girl Next Door” I don’t even have to start it yet to know it’s going to be awesome. 

@pink1031

Reader incest. READER INCEST. ReAdEr InCeSt. *grabby hands* Seriously though.... her stories are so much more than smutty goodness. They are well written, plotty, wordy, and fully developed masterpieces. “The Rift” is the standard of fic I can only hope to hold myself to. Truth. 

@sherrybaby14

Adding this chick to one of my rec lists is a MUST. All the dark and thought-out plots on her masterlist fuels my cold dead heart and the nasty smut feeds my masochistic soul. Not only does she have beautiful Sam, Dean, and John noncon.... but there’s also a Ketch fic that I didn't even know I needed until I read it. I don't even care that it’s on permanent hiatus. I reread it all the time. Also, she’s so freaking good I even read her marvel fics even though that’s not normally my thing

@thecleverdame 

Well.... let me tell you. A few nights ago, I read “The Illusion of Choice”... and let’s just say I went to bed a very happy girl. Anytime I find a Sam writer who goes for the grit, the smut, the angst, (and even some fluff)… I lose my shit. Her AUs are something to admire! Her characterizations of Sam always have some grit and I eat up every word! 

@waywardrose13  

Actual angst perfection. Period. End of story. Look no further to have your guts ripped out and your heart stomped on. Also... “Mind Over Matter” (with the angsty end 😈) has EVERYTHING. Go read it. Right Now. Go.

There are like a dozen more people I could/should add.... and if I had more brain power I would. But, it’s been a long day and I'm sleepy. I know I am forgetting some major/minor players who deserve a shout out too... but I is so sleepy. Ask me again in a few days I’ll have more to say. 

xo

[mattzerella-sticks]

Breathe, a Supernatural Coda (Sam/Rowena, minor Dean/Castiel) by mattzerella_sticks

With the barrier weakening and the townspeople antsier with every day, the Winchester brothers find it hard to focus on anything that isn't the problem at hand. Sam tries to escape for a little while, but while his body was separated from everyone, his mind stayed in the heart of the gymnasium.

Can a witch spell it out for him that the world isn't burdened on his shoulders? And will Sam listen?

As a child, Sam never enjoyed being called into the principal’s office. The fear went far beyond any normal, high achiever’s life. The long walk from his classroom allowed every possibility to enter his mind, never any good. Extended periods of contact meant more chances he had to slip up and say something he shouldn’t. The wrong answer could lead to an avalanche of problems that would seriously affect the course of Sam’s life. At times he nearly went blue in the face, only able to breathe when the door closed behind him and he was free.

The same unsettledness followed him now as he uses the high school’s principal’s office to pause from the terror unfolding around them. He rests his elbows on the desk, hands cradling his head. Hoping that if he tries hard enough that Sam could wake up from the awful nightmare of the past few weeks. Where God wasn’t the bad guy, his brother and best friend weren’t fighting, and they hadn’t lost anyone.

Blinking open his eyes he sees only scattered papers and plans for renovating the school’s locker rooms.

Sam sighs, leaning back in the plush chair. Someone knocks on the door. He groans softly, scrubbing a tired hand across his face. “Come in.”

Rowena opens the door, peeking her head in. “Are office hours still applicable, professor?”

The joke cuts through the dense fog of worry and forces a wry chuckle from him. “I’m surprised you even know what office hours are.”

“I went on a few dates with a professor. Real bookworm he was, but he sure did know how to…” She fans her face, leaving the reigns of the sentence in Sam’s hands to take it where he pleases.

He leaves it on the side of the road.

“Y’know,” she continues, stepping further into the room, “This kind of suits you… “

“What does?”

“The academic life.” Rowena’s grin curls like her hair, both fiery colors. “Sitting behind a desk, papers and books scattered about… although you’d look more the part with some glasses. And your jacket needs a few patches at the elbows…”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Rowena…”

“Now don’t take that tone with me Samuel,” she lilts, “I might still carry with me some of my old schoolgirl charm, but I don’t require a lecture. It’s been forever since I’ve been a bad girl and…” Her gaze rakes over him like scalding coals. “And I’m not sure you can come up with a fittingpunishment at the moment.”

The implication rolls over him, sweeping through his body. His cheeks heat up, a healthy blush staining his cheeks. A dry rock lodges itself in his throat that won’t budge against his most powerful swallow. Sam’s hands twitch with the need to act so he starts playing with the papers on the desk, organizing them. He ignores the tent pitching in his jeans, rolling the chair further under the desk to better hide his lower half.

Rowena’s expression doesn’t falter, and the only clue she offers into her mind is a spark of violet exploding behind her eyes like fireworks. Enjoying the boiling cauldron she dropped Sam in. She struts closer, running her fingers along the edge of the desk.

“So,” she says, “how are you holding up?”

He freezes. The shift away from her teasing should be a welcome relief, yet he cannot help his spine stiffening. His hands stop fiddling, a stack of papers in his grip. Sam stares at them instead of the risk that comes from dipping his gaze upwards. Afraid that only one glance could shatter his makeshift dam.

It’s not the time. For now, Sam has to keep everything locked away until they close the hellmouth. Or when they find and kill Chuck. Whichever happens first. Only then will he allow himself the chance to fall apart.

He can breathe when he leaves the room.

Rowena clucks her tongue, Sam’s silence too lengthy. “You don’t have to play the brooding hero type, Samuel,” she chides, “Not with me.” Her touch hovers by his shoulder, slowly falling towards it.

Sam clears his throat, spinning around in the chair. Standing, he asks, “I thought you liked it, though?”

“Excuse me?”

“The brooding hero,” he continues, pacing the room, “strong, won’t show his pain… ready with a quick quip or two…” Sam grimaces, “Like Ketch.”

“Oh,” she says, “so that’s what this is about, then?”

“What?”

“Y’know jealousy is very unbecoming on you, Samuel,” Rowena says, each clack of her heel on the linoleum bringing her closer. “I would have figured you’d understand me and Ketch were only playing …”

A knot in his gut, formed after watching them ‘play’ the first time, twists around once more. “Didn’t look that way to me,” he mumbles.

Sighing, Rowena closes the rest of the distance between them. “I didn’t think there’d be any harm in flirting. It’s not every day you run into the man who set you free from an underground prison facility in England. Besides, it’s not like there’s a man in my life who I can play with… at the moment.” She dangles an opportunity on a fishing line for him. Sam regretfully declines, unable to accept without guilt clawing at his lungs.

“Pretty rotten time for flirting,” he says instead, “with the threat of the world ending at any second?”

“If I waited for the world to end, I'd never have time for anything let alone flirt,” she scoffs. “Multitasking never got anyone killed.”

“Neither has prioritizing.”

“I do plenty of that as well.” Sam finally faces Rowena, meeting her expectant smirk with a sullen gaze. “The fact that it’s my own needs over everyone else’s makes no difference.”

Sam attempts a smile, however nothing exists inside him light enough to lift the corners of his mouth. “Some of us don’t have the luxury of thinking like that.”

“Maybe if some people did they wouldn’t have to hide away in high school principal’s offices, would they?”

Frowning is second nature. “I’m not hiding.”

“You were only sitting in a room by yourself in the opposite side of the building, away from the gymnasium,” she says, “ Right . Now, I’ve entertained your attempted distractions long enough. We should discuss what’s really bothering you.”

Sam goes down swinging. “Why don’t you think it was only my jealousy?”

Rowena’s smile falls into a more genuine size as she hugged herself. “Because while I entertain the idea that I’m the star of the show from time to time, I’m self-aware enough to know when the stage lights are burning too bright for me .”

The mistake happened when he turned around. He knew what would happen yet Sam locked eyes with her anyway. Without a word Rowena entranced him, her arched brow like a hex bag. Gaze searching through him like he was one of her spell books. The crazy part, Sam realized, was how safe he felt under her scrutiny. That the dead languages of his emotions were plain English to the Highland witch. How they shared a common tongue despite obvious differences.

Drowning is difficult when someone hands you a life preserver.

Sam shudders. “It’s not important… the ghosts, Hell …”

“It is important, Sam,” Rowena tells him, barely an inch of space between them. She squeezes his shoulder, “ You’re important. We’re in this together… keeping your pain all bottled up won’t help anyone , let alone yourself .”

He gasps for breath, crumpling. Rowena catches him, guiding him towards the ground. She combs her fingers through his hair, whispering spells of encouragement as Sam expunges all the darkness twisting inside of him. From the horrifying realization that God was never on their side to saying goodbye to Kevin, and every nasty bump on the road.

They sit like that, against a nearby bookshelf. Sam’s long legs spread in front of him and Rowena curled at his side. His head rests on his shoulder, nose tucked in so it brushes her neck every now and then.

“...Dean, Dean might look like he’s doing okay but I know he’s not,” Sam says, “I can’t give him something else to deal with. I should be able to handle all of this on my own. I have but I’m… I’m so tired. Everyone’s looking for me to have answers - I mean I was the one who shot God . Everything after that I’ve been… I’ve just been winging.”

Rowena hums, nails scratching at his scalp. Each swipe sends a warm shiver skittering down his neck. “You’re really good at improvising then.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Sam scoffs, “Firing the Equalizer was spur of the moment. I was… I was so angry. For Jack. For Dean and Cas. For… for me and every shitty thing that happened to me. All because someone was watching my life like I was a fucking Kardashian.”

“What I know about your life, God deserves more than a shoulder wound.” The hand not lost in his hair brushes his shoulder wound. Sam winces at the slight contact. “But then you wouldn’t be here would you, with us. With me .”

“I like being with you.” Sam’s heart skips a beat, the admission slipping past him while distracted by Rowena’s voice and the scent of her perfume. She stills. Sam cranes his neck a few inches so he can sneak a glimpse of her face. Nothing escapes from the mask of indifference she swiftly plastered over her expressions. He looks deeper, and sees a burst of violet that causes his heart to recover and beat twice as fast.

“Your shoulder wound, Sam,” she starts, “May I see it?”

He nods, leaning as far away as he can while staying in her orbit. Sam shucks the jacket, and then unbuttons his shirt fully. His fingers paused at the third button. He could easily pull the fabric to show the rotting flesh. But then the fourth button came undone, and then the fifth, the sixth and all the rest. Slowly he removed his shirt and laid it atop the jacket.

Rowena licks her lips, huffing a breathy laugh. She adjusts herself to better face him, staring at his wound. The spark of magic resting within her, surging briefly throughout their conversation, completely awakens as she inspects the hole. Violet energy suffuses the natural hazel. Lightning pricks at his wound and he bites his lip to keep from groaning. The hardened skin puckers while the energy courses inside it. Seconds pass until finally the sparks stop and Sam tastes blood in my mouth.

“That’s powerful magic,” she sighs, “I’m sorry there’s not much I can do for that.”

Sam musters a smile, reaching forward. He holds her wrist, guiding her hand closer until it presses on his wound. Unlike every other time where a slight pressure or strong breeze would cause pain to flare, her touch brings a rushing calmness. “You’ve already done so much.”

Rowena goes to speak, but nothing escapes her lips. The quietness of the room has its own magic charging the air. Anticipation and possibility combining to create an energy so intoxicating Sam finds himself following without thought.

They kiss, a simple peck at first. After that, though, they quickly succumb to the raging heat burning inside both of them.

Rowena’s hand in his hair tugs on his locks while the other shifts over his heart, tracing the defined muscles. Sam helps her with her own clothes, tearing at her jacket and blouse. When he finds himself tracing skin Sam pulls away to look at Rowena. Gaze at what he imagined for so long, fill in the blanks he never knew. Like how she had a mole above her right hip and a scar tracing her left collar bone. The lacy, black bra he assumed would be under her clothes seemed better than anything he fantasized.

She gasps for breath, smiling. “Like what you see, Samuel?”

“Of course.”

“Well then let’s not waste any time,” she says, guiding him towards the floor, “I’d rather do this before the world ends.”

Sam laughs. An inappropriate gesture, he knows, but the mirth bubbles up so easily at the throwaway comment. Rowena chuckles as well, and between their joy Sam regrets not giving into his attraction sooner. He shakes it away. Not willing to dampen the mood with his own thoughts. Instead he unclasps Rowena’s bra and flings it to the side.

He surges upwards to steal a kiss while flipping them around. In her daze, Sam breaks their embrace and instead captures one of her nipples in his mouth. Sam runs his tongue across it, scraping it with his teeth. With how Rowena claws at his head, Sam knows she enjoys it. Her moans become throatier as he adds his fingers, tweaking the other nipple, leaving neither abandoned.

“Aggressive are you?” she asks, “I would have figured you’d be a sensitive lover…”

Sam pauses, sucking on the nipple until he pops off it. “Is that a problem?”

“On the contrary… I like it when things get, ah - rough .”

He grins, expression darkening slightly. “There’s no other way I know how to do it.”

Continuing tracing shapes and letters onto her nipples, Sam goes through the Latin and the Enochian alphabet before continuing. Sam kisses across her stomach, pooling a slew of them above her pants.

Rowena sighs. “Will you hurry up already?”

Sam grins against her skin, biting at the beauty mark and causing her to yelp. “Let’s see how long we can make this last without the world imploding.”

“ This doesn’t sound like the Sam Winchester from ten minutes ago.”

“You’re right,” he smirks, unbuttoning her slacks, “thank… I, ah… don’t know how to finish that now that I know God’s a dick?”

“You could always thank Satan?” They both shudder. “Right, never mind. Carry on with what you were doing.”

“Gladly.”

Sam plays with her pants, inching the waistband down her hips. Dragging the process out infinitely. When they reach her knees Sam switches over to the matching panty set and pulls them lower as well. Blunt nails tracing her legs and leaving a trail of goosebumps. With both garments pooled at her knees, Sam finally finishes undressing her.

He crawls forward until he’s eye level with her pussy, framed by her ginger bramble. “You look so beautiful…”

“I know,” she says, “so hurry up and use that mouth for other things besides pointless chatter.” Her leg hooks over his shoulder and urges his mouth closer. Sam chuckles, allowing Rowena to push him until he’s buried.

Sam kisses her pussy, tongue lapping at her folds. He creates his own magic by spelling runes into Rowena, the effects rippling across her body. She rakes her fingers deeply into his hair enough that he feels the strands arcing on their return trip.

Like biting into a ripe apple, juices trickle down the sides of his mouth. His grip on her thighs tightened as he squeezes more pleasure out of her. He continues eating her pussy, pushing Rowena closer to the edge of her climax. Grinding on the floor to work his own stiff dick, feels precum dampen and stick to his boxers.

His release doesn’t matter at the moment. Right now he hears Rowena’s breath hitch, can sense her tumbling over the edge.

“Oh, Samuel this is… this is… I think I’m going to - ah… ah ah !”

Her legs nearly snap his neck, Sam reacting at the last second to bend with the pressure. Rowena twitches with her orgasm, riding the high until she floats back towards the Earth. She pants while Sam cleans the remnants of her release.Wipes at his mouth and licks the cum from his hand.

Resting on his knees Sam towers over her, jeans uncomfortable. Rowena rises on her elbows, panting. “That was amazing Samuel,” she sighs, wiping her brow, “You make love like a rottweiler …”

Sam rolls his eyes. He shifts in his pants, adjusting his crotch.

Rowena smirks. “You need a hand?”

He chuckles, unbuckling his belt and sliding it free. “If you’re offering?”

“I’ve always wanted to see what you looked like down there,” she says, licking her lips, “thanks for making a girl’s dreams come true.”

“I wouldn’t say this is a dream come true,” he chides, slapping her roaming hands away, “consider this your… punishment .”

She pauses, catching his gaze. Her face splits in two with a wide grin. “Oh, professor… for you I’ll take any punishment you can throw .”

“We have the time,” he says, “the world’s not ending tonight.”

“Aye, not if we have anything to do about it…”

Sam kisses her again, breathing in the life Rowena so easily gives. His shoulders weight less with her arms around them, and he feels younger than ever between her legs. No one can write an amazing night like this, and in this office with Rowena Sam is more confident that Chuck is powerless to stop them.

There’s no doubt they can do this.

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Dean finds Belphegor and Castiel in the breakroom, arguing near the white board. He doesn’t see the person he was actually looking for. Before he can sneak away, however, Castiel catches his gaze and traps him with his gaze. Even under the ugly anger swirling inside of him, each time Dean glimpses the otherworldly blue his heart trips over itself.

But then Belphegor notices his appearance and traipses all over their moment. “Dean,” he says, smirking, “what’cha doin’ here buddy?”

Ignoring the nickname, he addresses the question to Castiel. “Looking for Sam. You seen him?”

Castiel shakes his head. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him in the past few hours.”

Dean nods, ready to turn on his heel. Belphegor coughs, though, drawing his attention. “What?”

“I might know where ol’ Sam is.”

Rolling his eyes, Dean shifts to face the demon impersonating his son. Glares into his reflection on the sunglasses and asks, “You want to share with the class?”

Belphegor shrugs. “Don’t know if I should. Seemed very personal when I stumbled in on them.”

Frowning, he steps closer. “Stumbled in on what ?”

“Y’know the redheaded witch?” he asks, “Well I was cruising the halls of this school, trying to find something to do - it’s so boring here. Anyway I heard moans and was like ‘awesome!’ I mean, sneaking away for a little action while all of this is going on? Sign me up. Except when I walked over to ask if I could join I recognized the voices and, well… let’s just say Sam is probably indisposed for the rest of the night.”

Dean blanches, regret oozing like bleach across his mind in an attempt to forget he heard that. Castiel looks as worse for wear, face tucked away to hide his blush.

“Sounds like they were having fun ,” Belphegor continues, “I think they broke something, too. As I was leaving there was this crash and -”

“Enough,” Dean shushes him, “Or I’ll carry out Ketch’s contract.”

“Someone’s got a stick up their ass,” Belphegor mutters, crossing his arms, “Maybe you wouldn’t be so pissed if you were getting some like your brother.”

“Please,” he scoffs, “there’s no time for any of that.”

“I’m sure there’s a line of people ready to help if you only asked.”

“And what, you’re at the front of the line?”

“I’m sure that belongs to Castiel.”

Dean tenses, every muscle in his body collapsing into itself. Quickly he darts his gaze over to Castiel to find his angel’s eyes wide and staring at him. Every instinct tells him to look away yet he cannot.

His mouth catches on almost immediately. “You’re ridiculous,” he scoffs, “He… he and I - we ain’t like that.”

“Oh, sure ,” Belphegor says, “then I must be crazy. I mean - ‘What about all of this is real? We are’. There’s nothing romantic about that.”

Castiel glares. “You were spying on us?”

“I was passing by!”

“Out!”

“So I can’t stay and watch?”

“ Out !” Together they cast the demon from the room, waiting until he closes the door behind him to relax. Even then it’s not by much.

Dean shuffles in place, aware of the heavy weight on his back from Castiel watching him. He faces the door as he speaks. “He was probably saying whatever to annoy us,” he says, “it’s no secret that we’re… not on good terms.”

Castiel sighs. “I know.”

“I’m sorry if he made you uncomfortable,” Dean tells him, “if the thought of me having feelings for you - like that - uh…”

“Dean…”

He knows that tone. There’s a power hidden inside that melts Dean’s resolve and begs him to drift further. To give into the burning passion inside his heart and damn the consequences. Follow his instincts and make everything up as he goes along.

Dean escapes before the spell fully hits. His jelly-like legs power forward towards the exit. “I’m gonna make another patrol,” he says, knocking his knee against the door as he opens. Hissing, he carries on his departure. The pain faintly playing in the background of his mind. “If you see Sam tell him that.”

Castiel tried calling for him again. Dean wouldn’t stop running until he was far enough away he couldn’t hear his angel’s voice. Then he slumps against the wall, cursing himself.

As much as he wanted to believe Castiel’s words, there was no point. He was an angel, part of Chuck’s domain. As he learned Chuck never gives them anything for free. Whatever ‘real’ existed between him and Castiel was not truly so. It was a gift from Chuck that he could easily take back. A lie that once tasted sweet only leaves a bitter reminder for Dean that nothing golden lasts forever in his hands.

Pushing away from the wall, Dean moves towards the exit.

“Close the hellmouth, and then I can deal with… all of that,” he mumbles, “Or maybe after Chuck… or never. Not at all…”

[marril96]

The Distance Between Us

Chapter 1: Fs and Enemies and Principals, All My!

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Just when you thought high school couldn't possibly get any worse, classmate and archenemy, Rowena MacLeod, is selected to be your math tutor. As the two of you spend more time together, boundaries break and secrets get revealed. Maybe there's more to the school's mean girl than meets the eye. High School AU.

A/N: Credits to @werewolfbarbie for all the information about the American school system.

Editor: @rowenaisfabulous

You hated Rowena MacLeod.

Maybe hated was too strong a word.

Disliked.

Disfavored.

Disesteemed.

Whatever the most appropriate terminology was, the fact remained that she was your least favorite person in this school.

Okay, maybe second least favorite. Or third. There certainly were a lot of assholes at your high school.

But, god, Rowena was a special kind.

She'd never done anything to you personally. There was animosity in your interactions, but it didn't go beyond that.

She was, however, nasty to your friend. Who was her brother and was equally nasty to her in return, but still. The friend code and all.

She used your other friend. Strung him along and took advantage of him. Took his kindness for granted.

She was popular, and had gotten so in a rather… interesting way. Her way to the top consisted of sucking up to other popular kids until some felt sorry enough for her that they'd let her become one of them (or they'd given in to get her to shut up) and dating the school's biggest douchebag.

And she got an A today, one hundred percent, perfect score, and looked so damn smug you barely held back an eye-roll.

You'd gotten an F. One percent. You supposed it could have been worse — Dean Winchester, sitting a few rows down, got a zero. Yay, you!

First math test of your senior year, and you'd failed it.

Great fucking start!

Fuck it, you thought. It wasn't like this was going to matter. Those numbers, formulas no one in their right mind would remember in a few weeks' time, this stupid test — they didn't matter. Ten years from now, and no one would think of them. Life would go on as normal. All of today would be nothing but yet another blur in the foggy sea of memories. Maybe not even that.

Thinking like that didn't make you feel any better. Your stomach was still tight with pressure. Hands still balled into fists on your thighs. Teeth clenched. Heart racing.

This was only the first test, you tried telling yourself.

That, exactly, was the problem, your other, more rational (or rather pessimistic) side argued. You'd started the school year with a big, fat F. In Math, of all things. Your least favorite subject. Your worst one. The subject you'd almost failed last year, and the one before that.

If this was your big start, you were screwed.

Ms. Hanscum was a great teacher. She was kind to the students and acted more like a friend than a teacher. She helped everyone who struggled out, explained everything multiple times if necessary.

Yet you still sucked.

Math just happened to be your public enemy number one.

Ms. Hanscum could go over her lessons a thousand times. She could sit you on her lap like a toddler and hold your hand as you wrote down her instructions. She could have superpowers that made everyone she spoke to understand math. You still wouldn't get it.

You weren't generally stupid.

You were just stupid for math.

Rowena's eyes met yours for a short moment. Her mouth was wide with a smile; it would have been cute if it wasn't condescending. There was a softness to her expression, a casualness almost innocent. It didn't fool you. You knew the only reason she was looking around was to watch those less fortunate, to rub her success in.

That was what people like her did. They reveled in the others' misfortune, basked in it, breathed it in in large gulps like air. Lived off it.

You flashed her a smile of your own. Sugary sweet, the kind so obviously fake it was purposeful.

She looked away.

Good.

Let her find another target to look down at.

You were not in the mood. At all.

*****

Lunch made you feel a bit better. It wasn't so much the food (the measly pastry you were nibbling on) as it was your friends' support. As always, your tiny gang listened to every word you said and were quick to offer jokes and kind words to make it better.

It worked like magic.

Mostly.

"It's not so bad," Dean said. "I got a zero!" At that he grinned with pride only a jock like him could have in such a grade. "I never got a zero before!"

"Freshman year, English," you reminded him.

"Oh, yeah! That was wild!"

Sure was.

So was the summer school he had to go to to be allowed to pass on to his Sophomore year. Fun times!

He bragged to everyone about his brother helping him out. His younger brother, who was an eighth-grader at the time. If he wasn't a jock, that would've earned him mockery.

"Ms. Hanscum will let you make it up, right?" Sam, the aforementioned brother, asked.

He was a huge nerd. Best kid in his class like Rowena was in yours, but unlike her, he was a good person. Sweet. Kind. He always had his head buried in a book and spent an unhealthy amount of time in the library.

Thanks to his brother's popularity, other popular kids left him alone. Nobody wanted the wrath of Dean Winchester, and, by extension, the entire football team, at their back.

"I guess," you said.

Most likely. Ms. Hanscum was big on helping kids out as best as she could.

"I can help you out, if you want," Sam offered.

Your heart swelled up with gratitude. "Thanks, Sam. I'll let you know."

He was a year younger, but he was smart. Crazy smart. Too bad you and math were on horrible terms.

"Make up exams are for losers," Crowley announced, taking a drag of his cigarette.

You sighed. Expect him to offer useless commentary.

"Dude, you almost failed Sophomore year," you told him. Had it not been for Sam, he would've been held back this summer.

Crowley shrugged. "Happens to the best of us."

You quirked up an eyebrow. "So you're a loser, too?"

"I hang out with you lot, do I not?"

You flipped him the bird, while Sam and Dean rolled their eyes.

Crowley was special. He was your friend and you loved him dearly, maybe even more than the Winchester brothers. He was snarky and sarcastic, liked to push people's buttons, and considered being an annoyance a hobby. Generally, though, he was harmless. All bark and no bite. An acquired taste you'd, for reasons unknown, taken a liking to.

He was a good friend. A great friend.

He was also Rowena's brother.

The MacLeod siblings had a strange relationship. They always snarked at each other. Called each other names and acted hostile. Sometimes even got into screaming matches right in the middle of the hallway and had to be separated by teachers.

But they were also protective of each other. One time, Arthur Ketch had called Rowena a whore. Crowley, who often called her that himself, punched him in the face and got himself a week's detention. Another time, Rowena overheard Naomi Godsend telling her friends about her plan to ask Crowley out on a date as a joke and slapped the living daylights out of her once they'd stepped off school grounds.

It was weird. You didn't ask questions. Even if you did, you doubted Crowley would have any answers.

"Ass," you said.

"Bitch," Crowley retorted.

You laughed. He laughed along.

"Your sister got a hundred percent. Again," you said.

He rolled his eyes. "Figures. Bloody miss perfect."

"She kept looking at people, like, 'I'm so much better than you peasants.'" You imitated her accent in an overly exaggerated way, earning you a laugh from Dean and Crowley.

"Are you sure that's what she was doing?" Sam asked.

Way to ruin the moment.

"Why else would she be doing it?" you asked.

"Maybe she just wanted to see how others did."

"Yeah, and then point and laugh at them."

"Did she do that?" he said.

"Internally, most likely," you said.

"So she didn't."

You sighed. There was no winning this. "She's a bitch, Sam. The entire school knows that."

"The entire school doesn't know her," Sam defended.

"I live with her, Moose," Crowley cut in. "And I can say with utmost certainty she's a massive bitch."

"You think that about everyone," Sam pointed out. "Even us."

"No, I don't," Crowley said defensively. "I think she's a bigger bitch than all of you."

"Thanks so much, Crowley," you deadpanned.

"You're welcome, Y/N," he said smugly.

Sam rolled his eyes, then turned back to you. "She's not so bad."

Sure, she wasn't. "She's badder than bad," you argued. "Why are you friends with her?"

He shrugged. "She's nice."

You snorted. Crowley laughed. Dean scowled as if Sam had just admitted to stealing his porn.

"She is," Sam said defensively. "Once you get to know her."

The only reason she was hanging out with him was his connection to Dean. That was the reason she hung out with all her other "friends." Why she chased after Lucifer Shurley until he agreed to date her. Popularity. Power. It was her drug.

Rowena didn't have friends — she had accessories to use to her advantage.

But no matter how many times you and Crowley told Sam about it, your words fell on deaf ears. The younger Winchester believed in the good in her to the point where he was blind to the bad.

It was his funeral.

You'd already prepared an "I told you so" speech for when she kicked him out of her life like a useless old doll. It was bound to happen eventually.

"Whatever you say, Sam," you said, then changed the subject back to math.

It was much more interesting than Rowena MacLeod.

Much less complicated.

*****

The final ring of the bell for the day was music to your ears. You packed your bag in a hurry and ran out, trying to navigate your way out through the sea of students crowding the hallway, your thoughts already on the diner where your friends, having finished their classes an hour earlier, were waiting for you. You could already smell the food, the delicious aroma of coffee and fruity smoothies, your empty stomach grumbling with yearning.

Then the principal's voice sounded through the speakers, and all your hopes were shattered.

"Rowena MacLeod and Y/N Y/L/N, please come to the principal's office. Rowena MacLeod and Y/N Y/L/N, to the principal's office."

Shit!

What did you do know? What did he think you did? Had Rowena told him something? Had she gotten you in trouble?

The last time you were in the principal's office was a year ago, when Lucifer Shurley thought the ideal way to flirt with you was to get in your face and grab your ass.

You introduced your fist to his face.

Lucky for you, the principal, despite being the asshole's father, was understanding. Lucifer bragging about what he'd done and insisting it wasn't that big a deal probably had something to do with it. Either way, he was suspended for two weeks. You'd gotten off with a warning to just report him next time.

As if.

When had telling the teachers helped anyone other than the offender?

Sighing, you made your way to the principal's office. Snickers and whispers followed your every step. People who knew you teased. Others just watched. Most, however, were on their way out, rushing to leave the hell that was school, happy to be done with their day.

Oh, how you wished you were them.

You gave the door a soft, timid knock. Upon being called in, you opened it and stepped inside the small but tidy office. Paintings adorned the walls, along with diplomas from prestigious schools. The spacious, polished desk was riddled with pictures of the Shurley family, both joint and separate.

The principal sure liked to show off.

Principal Shurley was seated at the desk, clad in jeans and a white T-shirt. Looking more like a student than a principal. His sons must have been proud to be seen with him.

There were two chairs in front of his desk. Rowena occupied one, her bag in her lap, fingers playing with a loose piece of thread that hung from it. Her eyes threatened to raise hell, while her mouth promised heaven, scowl and smile both prominent, seemingly at war with each other. Trying to keep up appearances, but failing to.

You couldn't fault her. The last thing you wanted was to waste precious time in the principal's office while your friends waited for you.

"Take a seat," principal Shurley told you in an overly friendly manner, as if he were your friend rather than an authority figure.

You did as asked, sliding your school bag to the floor by your feet.

"Am I in trouble?" you inquired.

Rowena's eyes narrowed in suspicion as she watched you. You responded with a roll of your eyes.

"Oh, no, no," the principal said "Not at all. Neither of you are in trouble."

Something good, at least.

"Why are we here, then?" Rowena asked, trying her hardest (and failing, in your opinion) to keep her displeasure behind a wall of fake courtesy.

If principal Shurley noticed it, he didn't comment on it. Instead, he said, "I just need to talk to you guys a bit. Nothing bad, I promise."

As soon as he said that, you knew it was a lie.

Principals didn't call students to their office to chat about the weather, or the new episode of their favorite show.

They especially didn't call in students who happened to dislike each other.

You were in trouble. You weren't sure what kind, and what Rowena had to do with it, but you were sure it was nothing good.

As if this day wasn't bad enough as it was.

*****

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

Gone Girl

A/n: rewrite from an OFC story 

Summary:  Gabriel doesn’t make good decisions when it comes to the woman he loves. Dark themes, minor character death, slight mentions of smut

Words: 3,567

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader. Previous Gabriel x Kalix Reader 

Song in Chapter: Narcissistic Cannibal by Korn

Story name inspired by the book/movie: Gone Girl

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You lay wide awake your mind racing a million miles per hour. Nothing was going right! Your life was derailing and there wasn’t a damn thing that you could do about it. Glancing to your right, you looked to your husband, who lay cuddled with his girlfriend. Rage and jealousy went through you as you looked at them. This had been going on for about 6 months. The only reason she had agreed to this arrangement was to make Gabriel happy. Now you could kick yourself in the ass for it!

  Your world was shattered when Gabriel came home one evening and said he was bored. He was bored with your relationship. The two of you “needed” to do something to spice your love life up. He was bored with you. All the time that you had spent thinking that he loved you was a lie. Your marriage was a lie…EVERYTHING WAS A LIE!

  In the beginning, Gabriel promised nothing would change between the two of you.  You would always be his favorite however, that was also a lie. You couldn’t remember the last time he kissed you or when you made love. Whenever it would come to you, Gabriel never had time. He was too busy or had things to do with Kali.

  Of course she would have become his favorite AGAIN! They had a history. Not to mention that she was immortal and a goddess. She wasn’t some lowly mortal that Gabriel, for whatever reason, developed an attraction too. You knew that you should have expected this. An archangel was bound to get bored with a human.

  You should have listened to Sam and Dean when they begged you not to marry Gabriel. Even on the day of your wedding before Dean was about to walk you down the aisle, he offered you the keys to baby and $1,000 to get the hell out of dodge. You should have taken him up on his offer!

  On your wedding day, you were convinced that Gabriel would be forever in love with you! You had, after all, done so much for him! When Ketch dragged him into the bunker after being in Colonel Sanders’ “Hell Jail”, low on grace, and riddled with PTSD...it was you that took care of him. You were the one that got him back on his feet (well for the most part). His grace was still “shakey.” Some days you would think that he never had anything wrong with him. Other days, he was almost human.

  Kali pretended to be nice and treat you well. The goddess only did it for the show and you knew It! Kali pampered you because it was what Gabriel wanted. Kali would be loving until Gabriel wasn’t looking then push you away with a frown.

  Laying in the darkness, you had enough! You couldn’t live like this any longer. How the hell had you done it for so long anyway? You had a packed bag strategically placed in your car. It was the perfect time to leave! Gabriel had a “rough grace day” and was sleeping like a human. He would never know that you were sneaking out at 4 am. If it had been a good grace day, there was no way that you could slip out unnoticed. You carefully started to slip out of bed until Gabriel’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

  “Where are you going?”

  You smiled keeping your demeanor as normal as possible. Gabriel would automatically know if something seemed off. You waited until he and Kali had been kissing for over half an hour before you planned to abandon ship.

  “Can’t sleep. I’m going to get some tea.”

  You kept your voice as sweet as possible. Gabriel nodded clearly not knowing something was up. He laid back pulling Kali back into his arms. Kali’s eyes rolled to your face.

  “Want me to come with you?”

  You shook your head.

  “Nah you two just continue where you were. You’ll both be fine without me.”

  2 hours later, Gabriel reached over to cuddle you. He hadn’t told you yet but he was ending things with Kali. Her novelty had worn off. He wanted was his wife who he was obviously hurting. He was tired of seeing the sadness in your pretty eyes. He frowned finding your side of the bed cold and empty.

  Gabriel stood pulling on his abandoned jeans before going into the kitchen.

  “Y/n? Sweetheart?”

  When you didn’t respond he quickly walked into the living room. The front door was wide open and the glass coffee table was shattered.

  “Y/n!”

  Gabriel quickly looked outside to see your car gone.

  You, meanwhile, was driving feeling comfortable. For the first time, in a long time, you felt free! You had taken off the wedding ring that Gabriel had given you and left it on top of the kitchen counter for Gabriel to find along with a nasty letter,

  “Darling husband,  

        It has come to my attention that we are no longer what we used to be. I blame you for this. I blame your hunger for another woman and yes I am talking about Kali. Funny how I used to be able to please you fully but not so now. Enjoy your life.

-Your now gone girl.”

  Glancing at your phone, you raised an eyebrow when Gabriel’s name flashed on your phone.

  “Too late.”

  You said smoothly before hitting ignore sending his pleads to a voicemail that you would never check.

  “So much for happily ever after.”

  Gabriel meanwhile, had dismissed Kali before calling Sam, Dean, and Cas to help him look. The Winchester’s were over within 10 minutes upon hearing that their baby sister was missing. Gabriel meanwhile, was calling you over and over again. He prayed he would finally get through. Sam looked around hoping for a sign from you. His eyes landed on the note and the divorce papers. He frowned looking to his best friend and brother in law.

  “You two were divorcing?”

  Gabriel looked baffled.

  “What? No! I love Y/n!”

Sam held up the decree as Dean walked in crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Reasons of infidelity and this note. Have you been cheating on her?”

  Both Cas and Dean looked up. Cas never expected this to happen in the slightest. Gabriel and yourself were the perfect couple!. Gabriel looked down sadly.

  “Yes and I regret it.”

  You meanwhile, stood outside of Kali’s apartment. When the devastated goddess opened the door she looked even sadder to see you standing in a tight black dress.

  “Gabriel is looking for you.”

  You raised an eyebrow before speaking in a condescending tone.

  “Is he now?”

  Kali nodded whipping her eyes.

  “Yes he’s devastated. Said we were over. Y/n, I am so in love with both of you.”

  The jealous wife in you was going nuts but you put that in the closet. Now was the time that you would get even! You walked to Kali and wrapped your arms around the goddess. Kali quickly pressed her lips to yours kissing her tenderly. She hoped that she could get you to see the passion she felt for you. You smiled into the kiss. As quietly as possible, you slipped your hand into the garter, that was around your thigh and pulled out the colt that you had “borrowed” from Dean. You lovingly kissed the Kali a moment longer before placing the weapon at the side of her head pulling the trigger.

  “You even taste bad. Adios, you thorn in my side.”  

  You smiled coldly taking the garter off placing it on the dead goddesses body as a calling card for Gabriel. This would be the perfect “calling card.” It was the garter that Gabriel had taken off of you at your wedding (he had actually taken it off of you with his teeth...much to Sam and Dean’s displeasure!) Gabriel would see this and know how everything happened.

  2 hours later, Gabriel, Sam, Dean, and Cas were hot on your trail. Sam had the idea to track your cell phone. To Gabriel’s horror, it led them to Kali’s apartment. Walking to the door he couldn’t help but feel ill.

  “what have I done to you kitten?”

  He thought sadly as Dean opened the door immediately seeing the goddess dead on the floor.  Both Sam and Dean froze at what their sister had done. Cas walked to Kali’s body seeing the colt on the ground an inch or so from her. He picked up the weapon looking to Dean.

  “This explains how she did it.”

  Dean took a breath, running a hand through his hair, before taking the weapon from Cas before looking at Gabriel.

    “The colt ...well that explains how sissy did it. Well, little sister doesn’t miss when she aims a gun. I out to shoot you with this! I never should have let Y/n marry you! I knew that this would end badly! You just fuck up everything that you remotely come into contact with!”

  Gabriel scowled at Dean as the electricity in the room began to flicker.

  “I know what I did was wrong! Okay? Fuck, I know I hurt her and I regret every second of it! If you point that thing at me I will blow you up!”

  Dean raised an eyebrow.

  “I would tell you to go fuck yourself but I’m pretty sure that you would be disappointed.”

  Sam and Cas exchanged looks before Cas stepped forward.

  “Enough! Arguing is not going to bring Y/n back.”

  Gabriel bent down and picked up your garter. Right away your sweet scent hit him in the face. He knew that he fucked up a lot in his life but this was his world-class of fuck ups! Gabriel had a wife that loved and pretty much worshiped him. He had completely let you down!

    “Gabriel bring your ass and come on. We have got to go find our sister!”

  Dean called coldly over his shoulder as he stormed off to Baby. Cas hadn’t moved from his place beside Gabriel. He looked at his brother sadly.

  “Come brother. We’ll find her.”

Gabriel wasted no time in getting into the back of the Impala. He looked out the window as Dean pulled out onto the highway. The archangel had never felt more guilty in his life. He knew that the two of you jumped into marriage too quickly but god he loved you!

  Right away he blamed himself for everything! If Gabriel had “grown up” and wasn’t a brat of a child, you would still be at home with him. You wouldn’t have run away. If he hadn’t had the stupid urge to want Kali again you would still be safe in his arms.

  Gabriel looked up seeing Dean staring coldly at him. Without saying it the eldest Winchester was telling Gabriel what a shitty husband he was. Gabriel couldn’t help but agree. He wasn’t a good husband by any means and Dean Winchester was letting him know it!

  When things went bad between the two of you, Gabriel always wanted to run. He never liked the arguing. He wanted a peaceful relationship but with him not everything was peaceful. Gabriel couldn’t blame you for getting annoyed with him. You had spent months trying to heal him from what Asmodeus did and asked for nothing in return. All you wanted was Gabriel’s love and he sucked at giving you that!

  Gabriel sighed running a hand through his hair. He tried to think of anyone that he could ask for help in finding you! The only other angel he could see telling the truth about everything was Lucifer. With him prowling around now maybe he could keep an eye out for you also.

Closing his eyes Gabriel called his brother’s name. He had to get a hold of him someway. The next thing Gabriel knew he was in a bright white room where Luci stood with a grin on his face.

  “Ah Gabriel. You called? Funny, the last time that I saw you was in apocalypse world.”

  Gabriel nodded as Lucifer looked over his shoulder.

  “Where’s that pretty wife of yours?”

  Gabriel looked down.

  “I lost her…that’s why I need to talk to you”

  Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

  “How did you lose her? Did you forget her somewhere? Did she leave your ass?”

  Gabriel looked down like a guilty child. Lucifer chuckled.

  “So you win a Winchester who willingly accepts you as a lover then you do something stupid to mess that up? What did you do? cheat on her?”

  Gabriel glared harder at the ground. Lucifer growled.

  “Don’t tell me it was Kali.”

  “It was. We kind of had a three-way relationship going on. Y/n got sick of it and left. She shot Kali with the Colt.”

  Lucifer looked even more impressed.

  “I knew I liked that girl. One more waste of space pagan gone.”

  Gabriel glared at him coldly.  Lucifer growled.

  “Do you want your wife back or not?! I guarantee you that if you go after that girl and give her attitude over killing some girl that you had a history with she will probably cap your sassy ass too.”

  Gabriel gave his brother a pouty expression.

  “I am not dumb enough to fuck everything up again. I just want her home with me. I love her.”

  Lucifer rolled his eyes.

  “Save me the lovefest little brother. For the love of dad, fine! I’ll keep an eye out for your little blushing bride.”

  “Thank you.”

Gabriel replied before going back to the Impala, where no one noticed he had been gone. Looking down at his wedding band, Gabriel again couldn’t help but feel guilty.

  “I’m sorry sugar.”

  Meanwhile,

  Sometimes, I hate, the life, I made

Everything’s wrong every time

Pushing on I can’t escape

Everything that comes my way

Is haunting me taking its sweet time

Holding on I’m lost in a haze

Fighting life to the end of my days

Don’t wanna be rude but I have to

Nothing’s good about the hell you put me through

  You sighed at the lyrics that were blaring through the car’s stereo. Never had lyrics been more perfect for your life. You pulled into the driveway of Jody Mills home. Jody was the one person that you decided to turn to. You could have easily gone to Sam and Dean but that would have been the first place that Gabriel would have thought to look.

  The moment Jody answered she looked totally surprised to see you  at her door.

  “Y/n! Honey, what are you doing in my neck of the woods?”

You smiled trying to appear as calm as possible.

  “Just in the neighborhood…well, I left Gabriel.”

  Jody’s mouth dropped as she ushered you inside. She reached out and pulled you into an awkward hug.

  “I am so sorry! Come in. Let’s talk. My other girls are out on a case so it's just you and I. Come on, I’ll make some tea.”

  You nodded walking into Jody’s home.. She walked to the refrigerator taking out a bottle of wine and put on a kettle of tea. Jody sat down put poured a glass sitting it in front of you.

  “What happened? You both seemed so happy.”

  You shrugged, downing the glass of wine.

  “We were until 6 months ago. Gabriel decided that he was bored and wanted to bring another woman into our relationship. I only agreed to it to make him happy. He wanted to bring his ex-girlfriend in and so it happened. Damn it, that is what I get for marrying an archangel. I should have never married him.”

  Jody looked completely baffled. She still couldn’t get past everything that you had just said. Jody had been at your wedding. Gabriel had seemed so taken with you. Jody never would have guessed that he would have ever become tired of you.

  “Does he know you left? What about Sam and Dean?”

  You started laughing hard at that.

  “If he didn’t he surely does now. I left him a little bit of a calling card. I didn’t tell Sam and Dean...for obvious reasons.”

  Jody put a hand on her forehead.

  “Sweetie, your brothers are going to be so worried about you. Not to mention Cas and Jack…you know how attached to you they are.”

  You looked down, feeling immediately guilty for the fact that you at least didn’t tell somebody.  

  “I know Jody. I just can’t go back right now.”

  Jody sat quietly for a moment before taking a hold of your hand.

  “Well, you can stay here! You know that you and your brothers are always welcome with me. You look exhausted. Why don’t you go for a nap?”

  You sighed. Jody was right there. You were exhausted! A nap sounded like a wonderful idea!

  Laying down in the guest bedroom, you couldn’t help feeling all the more depressed. You wished that you hadn’t thrown your cell phone out the window back in Kansas. The urge to text Gabriel and ask him to come to get you was strong. You knew that you could always pray to him and that would get him as well too. That was one of the perks of being married to an archangel but at the moment it defeated the whole purpose of you leaving. You left to teach him a lesson and that was what you were going to do!

  “I should have said no.”

  You grumbled as you thought about the “beginning.” You should have turned him away the first time Gabriel showed up wanting to win your heart...

  It had been a few months since Gabriel came back after getting stabbed by Michael.. Gabriel had been perusing you hardcore. He got a second chance and wanted to spend every free moment that could winning your heart! You, after all, had saved him!

  You stood in a hotel room getting undressed when you heard the flutter of wings. At first, you thought that it was Cas coming for a visit or to watch the nature channel. When you turned, only in your bra, there stood Gabriel watching you with an eyebrow raised.

    “You can keep going, sugar. Don’t let little ole me stop you.”

    You yanked your button down shirt back up but didn’t move to button it back up.

    “What are you doing here, Gabriel?”

    Gabriel smiled.

    “I wanted to see a certain little lady that has been giving me the hardest time lately.”

    You smirked and turned back to the mirror.

  “Why are you so persistent with me? Isn’t there some hot chick that you can be messing with?”

  Gabriel frowned as he walked over wrapping his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face against your skin inhaling your scent.

  “Sugar, come on. I think you are plenty hot enough. Give me one night. I’ll have you screaming my name so loud you’ll never want another man again. No one in the history of lovemaking has done what I am about to do with you.”

    You turned in the archangel’s arms. His flirting was getting to be too much to deny. The chemistry there and you were tired of denying it. His golden eyes were watching you like you were something to eat. You reached up cupping his cheek before letting your hand stroke down his chest to the buckle of his belt. The whole time you were judging his reaction as to whether or not he was really into this or he was just teasing. Gabriel pushed your shirt off of your shoulders leaving you in your bra and tight jeans.

    Gabriel raised an eyebrow before grinning.

    “Are you telling me yes? Like actually offering yourself to me, sweetheart?”

    You nodded.

    “Mhm. That’s the way it looks.”

    You said with a smirk. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed gentle kisses to the archangel’s neck and cheeks. Gabriel groaned under your touch as he began his assault on your body. The light making out continued until Gabriel couldn’t handle it anymore and pulled you to the bed.

    “Come on precious you are never going to want another mortal again.”

    Gabriel said with an eager grin as he rocked his hips into your body.

    “You need to prove to me that I will want an archangel again. You need to live up to your prestige.”

    Gabriel looked shocked by that comment. You chuckled at his expression. Gabriel should have been used to you by now. You reached out running your tongue along his collarbone. On the sex with an archangel scale so far he was doing pretty decent. Between the fact that he tasted amazing, picked a hot vessel to house himself, and it looked like he was smuggling a grapefruit in his jeans, you had to give him a decent score so far.

    “Peach, you are about to see the prestige of an archangel. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

    You pulled yourself from the memory with a growl.

    “I have to stop! I can’t let him win!”

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Winchesters meet the Phantoms Ch. 16

WARNING TORTURE

Danny sighed, eyeing the empty spot on his rug. He was so use to waking up with Juliet laying in the same spot for the past months and now Summer is here and Juliet had to go back to Hell. He wasn't surprised considering she was Crowley's puppy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't miss her. His phone vibrating noisily against his desk distracted him. He remembered how ever since the incident that amplified his power, he couldn't stand phones when they ring. It just grates on his nerves.

"Hey Sam, something up?" Danny greeted after reading the contact name Moose. He didn't miss the sigh of relief from the other side of the phone.

"Hey Danny, just checking in." Sam greeted, a shuffling of paper rustled through before the older hunter continued. "How's things? Still with Juliet?"

"Things are alright, Juliet got picked up two days ago. Sorry forgot to update you." Danny heard the soft curse leave the Winchester's lips. "What's wrong?"

"Look Danny, Dean and I... We've caught word about a group of hunters looking for you. Not by name, but we think they might try summoning you." Sam's words shocked Danny, he felt a prickling sensation spread through him from head to toes. "We don't know for sure okay? We're looking more into it, I just wanted to make sure you were okay and to warn you."

"Is this about the whole supposed king of hell?!" Danny growled, annoyed to now have to keep an eye out for another group of hunters.

'"It seems they also want information about how to kill your ghosts." Sam sighed into the phone. "Just make sure to be on alert, and stay wary of people with British accents... Look Bobby is calling me, I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

Danny growled tossing his phone onto his bed, and resting against the floor. He was getting so tired of this, he just wanted a nice summer break without worrying of anything going to kill him. But apparently that's to much to ask.

Three weeks passed. After the first week, Sam's parents took her to an Italy trip. By two weeks, Tucker's parents forced him into a road trip.

Danny wasn't sure if he should be glad that they won't be in danger or sad that he's alone for a while in summer. Regardless he's days ran the same. Spending most of his time fighting ghost, looking at scholarships, fighting ghosts, working on college applications, fighting ghosts, work at the nasty burger, fighting ghost, sleep, oh and did he mention fighting ghost?

It seemed like the ghosts realized that Danny was on summer break and took advantage of his free time. It didn't help that he was constantly on alert for any British accents or for the feelings of a summoning. So, lets just say he hasn't been having the best of summer.

He also should have realized that the moment he relaxed was going to be the moment that they struck. He wouldn't be surprised if all his enemies had cameras watching him for those exact moments.

It was after a long day of ghost hunting, he had to go as far as cancel his shift with how often that they were coming it. That's the last thing he remembered before waking up tied to a chair by blood blossom soaked ropes. Let's not mention the constant reminder of what had happened last time he found himself in a situation like this. Question was, how was he going to get out this time?

You know what also isn't fair? When villains are hot.

"Ah, our guest awakens." The fairly tall man spoke, a British accent laced his words. Danny watched the blue eyed, black haired man before him, annoyance racing through his veins. Just cause the man was hot doesn't mean he wasn't an asshole. "Oh, where are my manners? Arthur Ketch. British Men of Letters."

"You're the hunters I've been on the look out for." Danny stated, eyes narrowing as the man took a seat across from Danny.

"I assume the Winchesters told you that tidbit?" Ketch mused, before leaning forward. "Corporate and tell us what we need to know and I won't have to touch the toy box." Danny's eyes trailed to the black chest Ketch motioned to, a distinct smell of blood coming from it.

"Look you might be hot, but you kidnapped me so I think I'll pass." Danny joked, trying to hide the bubbling anxiety inside him. "I'm sure you'll find someone else into that kinky shit." Ketch watched him blankly before standing and walking to the chest.

"Very well, let's begin." Ketch turned, a pure iron blade in hand. Danny swallowed as Ketch got closer, he sure as hell hoped the Calvary got here soon.

'Cas... Gabriel... Lucifer, you're an angel to right? You respond to prayers? I don't care, just someone-fuck- help me-"

"Sam." Sam greeted into the phone that morning. It wasn't a number he knew but they had his number which meant they knew him.

"Sam, it's Tucker." The sound of the panicky and worried teen's voice that filtered through the phone had Sam wave his brother over and placing the device on speaker. "It's Danny..."

"Tucker, what happened to Danny" Dean asked, taking a seat next to his brother. "Is he okay?" Sam shared a look with his brother, dread already building up inside.

"I-I don't. I left for a road trip a week ago, everyday Danny calls me without fail." Tucker's voice shook slightly, but settled the more he spoke. "He'll even call me during a ghost fight! Before we left he told us about the new hunters he's on the radar of and he hasn't called me. It's been three hours." Sam and Dean shared another, both having an idea of just where Danny could be.

"Okay Tucker, listen." Sam cleared his throat, leaning closer to the phone. "We already know who the hunters are, I can promise you we'll get Danny home safe and sound. In the meantime, try into enjoy your trip." At the look Dean gave him, Sam shrugged.

"I'll try, just... Just keep me updated, text me whenever progress gets made or I'm driving over there." Tucker threatened.

"We will." Dean sighed out once the call ended, turning to his brother. "What the hell do we do? We have no clue where the British men of letters are located. We have no lead!"

"We'll figure something out Dean, we always do." Sam paused, thinking over the next thing they could possibly do before the sound of fluttering pulled his mind away. "Cas!"

"Cas, Danny he's-"

"I know." Castiel cut Dean off taking a few steps closer. "He prayed to me... Along to Gabriel and Lucifer."

"Why the hell would he pray to them! He hasn't meet them!" Dean asked, sharing a shocked and worried look with his brother.

"Apparently he did." Cas responded before he moved back on topic. "Because of his wards I wasn't able to locate him, however he didn't give me a name. Arthur Ketch."

"Shit." Dean and Sam said at the same time. "Did you say anything else?" Sam asked, moving to his laptop hoping to find any more information they could find on this Ketch character aside from he's the BMOL go-to torturer man.

"He did give a description of the room."

"I'll ask again, how did you become what you are." Ketch's words came out slowly, each words clear. The bottle of blood blossom extract in one hand and an iron blade in the other. Danny's breaths came out ragged. The burns from the restrains added to the burning pain from his open cuts and the sharp stabs of pain from the blood blossom extract in the wounds. He knew the amount was getting close enough to cause him nonstop pain, even in human form.

"Like... I... Said..." Danny breathed, raising his head to meet Ketch's eyes. "Go...Fuck... Your... Self..." Danny took the time Ketch took to walk over to the chest no doubt to get a new toy to catch his breath. He bit his already bleeding lip when pain flared through out his wounds again. The cuts were bad enough, the beating was bad enough, but the blood blossom was making things harder to bear. It did't help that unless it was washed out, he'll keep feeling this excruciating waves of pain.

"Wrong answer Daniel." Ketch said before a brass iron knuckle connected with Danny's face, pulling a groan from the teen as a painful red rash grew in the area the knuckled made contact. "How did you become the ghost king."

"I'm... Not... Saying... a... Word..." Danny breathed. He felt like he was suffocating. His throat felt like it was closing up and with every passing blow, it started feeling harder to breathe.

"A source told us you have a special weakness to fire and... electricity." Danny's head shot up so fast it made the room spin for a moment, his eyes focused on Ketch who know held jumper cables. Electricity was worse than fire, they were nowhere close. It wasn't just the pain, it wasn't just the frying of his ghost half. It was also the reminder, the echo of the day his life changed. It was a weakness to his core. It could render him powerless for hours...

"Know we're getting somewhere." Ketch smirked, noticing the fear that painted the teen's face. Now Danny really wished the Calvary would break the door down now...

...

...

...

A scream ripped it's way out of Danny's throat the moment the jumper cables attached to his forearms. The electricity sending ripples through his ectoplasm, shocking his ghost core, pulling the transformation rings forward only for them to sizzle away.

During all this, all Ketch did was watch with a curious look...

[ain-t-bovvered]

14x07 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.

Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

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14x07 Unhuman nature

Y’all still alive after Thanksgiving? good ok here some more pain.

-ugh niCK , I think he gone psycho

Zeta: the Devil going to the shrink

-Nah, he’s murderous, I feel that , look at that face.

N: “Feel so good”

.....see?

Zeta : A priest is gonna die....oh yeah

- FUCKING TOLD YA, shit.

-LOL hang in there

Zeta: dAMN

- Cass....Cas babe , baby, my sweet angel, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FACE PLEASE U R KILLING ME

I don’t know why but I love how they made the light shine there. It looks so ....peaceful and pure. Also....you can see the cable of whatever they use for the ligh effect around Misha’s wrist. Still....beautiful effect .

-MY SON! MY BABY omg omg omg

Zeta : oh Cas.....fuck

-NAAAAAAH look at them worried parents.

Zeta : Have those plaid shirts got smaller?

me: Yes, they have heard my prayers from the last commentary.

-Look how worried they are omg, DAAAAAADS

- Oh...nice Darcy’s move Dean. If you are obsessed with pride and prejudice in general you know what I’m talking about.

-”I don’t know what’s wrong with him” he’s so frustrated (Castiel)

Zeta : fucking hell

- Help I’m hurting 

-Hello, american health care

-...oh...oh I hoped they would have said “Winchester” as last name. Glad they didn’t or I would have died

Zeta : me too

- How quick Sam answer “May 18th” and the look on Dean’s face. Imma think it’s because he erased that day because 1. Cass and 2. Mom.

-” Stabbed through the heart and he exploded”

Zeta : Look how tiny the nurse is

-”We are right here”

3 giant men

Zeta : look at them

- uuugh nICk

Zeta : I don’t like him....at all.

- idk, we don’t know much. And his damage BUT, I doubt there is much of the real Nick in there.

-DAMN MUSIC

Zeta : next victim

... “Kellogg” ...

me: corn flakes.

Zeta : Though of that too

-Aaaaargh Knew it, fucking knew it. 

-What if like the human part can’t live without the angel one.

- ....AAAAARGH THE TRENCH

Zeta :his ass hanging out. And look at Cass, he’s fucking naked.

YUM *slapping my own wrist* tis not the time Giulia!

- I love when the two fuckers are in sync again. How long until one dies, one betrays, one lies,one does something stupid? 

Zeta : ROWENAAAA

-my god how I missed that Scottish lilt . “How sick is Dean?”

Zeta : Samuel              SAMUEL

- Mom’s voice

- Lucifer’s son .

Zeta : aaaaaaaaand

Rowena : Yeeeeeet

Cute bumble bee appears

Rowena: * SQUINTS* 

Zeta : poor kid

-Look at that precious bean

Zeta :Bollocks

Rowena: Damn I love him already .

-He already won Roweena

-Concerning parents #2

-me looking at Castiel offering his grace without even batting an eye

-TOLD YA. OMG.

Zeta : W     T       F

-No what what. WHAT.  Are we finally going to see what the fuck happened to that other egomaniac bitch?

Zeta : Psycho killer

-Be safe with Nick. SURE

Zeta : bitch you didn’t

-Oh come on!

Zeta : run bitch

Zeta : Go to Vegas.

- THE MILK . ( honestly you know who drinks milk during a meal? newborns babies and from a tit....yall americans are nasty ok)

Zeta: “I’m done being special”, use a spoon for my heart Jack.

-NO U R NOT BABY

Zeta : Take him on a fucking road trip

-We all know Dean doesn’t disagree tho.

Zeta :Air quotes

-”There is a wee nephilim” 

- NO WHAT IS HAPPENING. NO.

-Castiel: EXCUSE ME YOUNG MAN

Zeta : Don’t fuck with the oldest dad.

Zeta : Baby for some exercise

-My heart hurts so much

Zeta : HE’S GIVEN HIM THE KEYS

-”OH boy” omg ahahahahahahah IM CRYING 

Zeta :Why am I looking at his hands

This is becoming one of my favorites scenes .

- *tiny animal noises*

-Well...ok now Dean has experienced giving driving lessons to his son. I CAN DIE HAPPY.

Zeta :”Let it ride” bitch

“It’s like I’m you”

“nO IT’S NOT”

THE FUCKING ARM OMG

-AHAHAHAHAAH I CAN’T 

Zeta :  i’M DYING               

-no I AM DYING , I’M DEAD. NOBODY TALK TO ME

Zeta : I’m typing from the grave

- C: “ I feel the need to do something”

- S:”I know he hasn’t forgiven himself”

oh whAT A SURPRISE

-Jared and his friggin’ eyes

Zeta : Can someone please make Sam stop hurting?!!?

- “losing a .....son”

-He cALlEd hIM SoN

SON

Zeta :bow fucking legs

-look at dem legs

Zeta : “High on hook up potential”, taking both father and son to the dent of iniquity.

-DEAN NO

cut to Lucif- Nick beating a bitch

Zeta : FISHING

- that’s the Jensen insta pic.

Zeta : “I can tell”, he’s hurting so much

- OH SHUT UP. LOOK . AT. HIS. FACE. 

- y’all heard Dean’s voice crack a bit there, right?

Zeta : “I’ve had a good life Dean”

-Don’t fucking look at me like that Jack 

- LOL IS THAT MISHA’S CAR, WHAT THE FUCK

- steps out the car into a holy fire ring

- No I look hot af.

- * rolls over laughing because puffs and me: SAME*

-he’s so cute, I wanna smother him.

Zeta : down bitch

- me *foaming from mouth* Never for Castiel

- “I wouldn’t call Ketch STELLAR”

- “His name is Jack”

Zeta : rebooting like a computer, unplug Jack.

- HaVe yOU TrieD TO tuRn iT Off aND oN 

Zeta : Vintage from Gabriel

- I DON’T TRUST HIM *squints* HE HAS ‘KETCHY’ EYES

- Winchesters owing you one, can you imagine?

- “Then what is it that you want” said it like that by Castiel....umpf yas

Zeta :Bloody hands

- But what is the purpose of Nick’s arc tho?

Zeta :there has to be some connection

to what??

Zeta : no fucking clue

-The fuck is he

Zeta : What the fuck is that?

-idk, ...oh he got possessed. Oh there it is , he’s gonna kill him anyway I just know it....or cut his hand.

Zeta : nail him

-NAIL HIM, BITCH

Zeta : sorry, I had to.

-ouch

- Ooooh he likes it.  What is this music wtf.

Zeta :Tired af

-They are all so tired

Zeta : Why am I holding my breath?

-bitch same

Zeta : please

-OMG please save my baby.

Zeta : YES

- yaaaaaaas YAS

Zeta : OH MY GOD. Don’t let this turn out like Michael.

- THE PAT

Zeta : Fuck it did

- THE PAT TO CASS

- jACK CHOKES

Zeta : trial and error

- “the son of an archangel of the lord”

Zeta : castiel’s nostrils. He’s pissed.

-THE SNAAAAARL. 

“I will find you”

...hot

Zeta : I will burn you to ash

-HOW DARE. The fuck does he thinks he’s doing

-NICK....oh he looks like Luci.

Zeta : He’s deranged

Zeta : WHAT

- ooooooh the Empty....of course....who is he

Zeta : Lucifer.

- ....OF COURSE

Zeta :fUCKING dADDY dEAN

- “You made him happy” 

Zeta : as he dies?!?!

-NO U SHUT YOUR WITCH MOUTH

Zeta :NOOOOOOO

- I have goosebumps

Zeta  No ...I do not accept this

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Live Blogging: such demons . very cats . much amaze . wow

Author: @thayerkerbasy Ao3 Link: such demons . very cats . much amaze . wow Rating: Teen Archive Warning: None Word Count: 2565 Summary:  Asmodeus left to retrieve his pet archangel and never returned. A bunch of demons had gone with him and they never returned either. Spencer had no idea what he was doing.

"...a legacy of when Crowley was in charge and insisted on all new meatsuits being fresh corpses so as not to draw attention, " This is a lovely, and as usual brilliant, legacy the Crowley left behind.

"at least he wasn’t going to end up dead like so many other demons had lately." RIGHT? Good on you, Spencer. You get to live.

" There were no prisoners to look after and he wasn’t welcome in the kennel after that misunderstanding a few years ago. He could have helped with the torturing, but the torturers tended to be fairly territorial about their jobs and didn’t appreciate help." Okay I kinda really need to know what the "misunderstanding" was, and hell yeah they are territorial. Don't ask how I would know that.

"The cat videos led to Reddit, where he discovered entire sub-reddits of adorably stupid cats. That led to cat memes, and then memes in general, the best of which he tweeted." Ahhh yes, the adorable cat internet hole that people (or demons in this case) fall into. It spirals, really. Also, I would love to see a demon's twitter feed.

"Spencer was of the opinion that someone who hadn’t died was in no position to judge what was truly dead. He could bring it back if he wanted to." I couldn't stop laughing at this!

"“I dunno, man. What if everyone’s out with the boss? What if they found the archangel, sent him off to Hell, and now they’re all at Disney ‘cause the boss thought they deserved a reward or somethin’?”" Like Asmodasshat would be that generous. (Please ignore that terrible nickname that was very Dean of me and I won't be sorry for it even if I know it is terrible)

"“Man, you really think the boss is gonna take anyone to Disney? Boss ain’t never rewarded no one and he ain’t startin’ now. Naw, man, them dudes is prob’ly dead. Ten bucks says it was Ketch.”" SEE!!

"Chad got a far away look for a moment, then snapped his fingers. “I got it. Why would he want nasty ass Hell when he can have Heaven, right? I bet you he took that kid of his on up to Heaven. They’re pro’bly lordin’ it over all them goddamn angels as we speak.”" Chad is pretty smart for a demon, even if he or Spencer think that this plan is far fetched. Good brainstorming Chad.

"The throne was a lot more uncomfortable than he anticipated." That kind of power usually is, my friend. Oh... oh my.... bye bye Spencer.

Ohhh Drexel, hello plot twist!

"“You will obey me. And if I catch either of you attempting to steal the throne for yourselves, I will destroy you before you can blink.”" Damn right you will.

"At first, Spencer wasn’t sure if he heard that right. He was a demon, not a maid. He should be slitting hunters’ throats in their sleep or hanging out with awful garage bands until one of them got desperate enough to sell their soul. Even standing guard outside the Cage and listening to Michael’s insane rambling was a more dignified task than cleaning." This was fantastic. I am so happy I got to read these words with my own two eyes.

"“Naw man, I got no clue what the fuck you’re talkin’ about. You got a plan?”" Not many demons would, but I bet little Amara would have understood, with as much time that she spent on the internet.

"Ceiling Cat always came through." Damn right she did.

Alright y’all, this was a great and fun fic. I suggest that you all go read it and leave comments and kudos then share with everyone so they can enjoy this fun demon fueled fic as well!

The fic was  such demons . very cats . much amaze . wow by the fantastic @thayerkerbasy spread the word. 

[tune-to-free-the-soul]

Good things about this 13x13 that I enjoyed:

Daneel look absolutely stunning the whole time

Sister Jo (probably/hopefully) manipulating Lucifer so she is the new queen of heaven (I think she's totally going to betray him. She's in this for herself)

TEAM FREE WILL

Sassy, bad ass Cas looking hot as ever

Cas' blade flip and knocking ketch the fuck out

COMMUNICATION BETWEEN MY BOYS YES

KFC king of hell rejecting a nasty chicken wing

The 2 kids who poked misha with a stick

Jared's acting

Sam being so brave. Standing face to face with lucifer.

Cas and Dean talking and asking each other if they're okay (again *communication*)

FUCKING GABRIEL OMG!!!!!!!