#Destiel series finale rewrite

[lol-jackles]

Tbh we can fight all day about what “fans” were saying about who’s “stealing the spotlight” cause what matters now is who’s making better moves and that’s jensen. Y’all are so stuck in the past, writing essays abt what fans were saying from 10+ years ago and what your fav was doing 15+ years ago like who the hell cares????. Jared is simply not relevant anymore and he hasn’t since like the early 2010s. Jensen, who’s still stuck at B-C list is at least keeping his name in the public eye by going out for more diverse roles. Jared is relentlessly trying to force one specific image onto himself by going out for these roles that give nothing to his filmography and keep him from staying popular. You can come up all the ways to say Jensen is not taking good roles but cmon even you know that’s not true. Before he was on the brink of fading into irrelevance but he was fortunate enough to get the Soldier Boy which practically saved his career. What has Jared done of any real significance in the last 5 years since spn ended but a dog shit cancelled cw show and now a new formulaic doctor show (still texas centered)

Jared makes more money than all the SPN actors put together, yes that includes Jensen, during SPN and post-SPN.  I say Jared is still relevant because he's able to command nice salaries from CBS, which includes his executive producer title.

Not surprised to see the "2010" fixation.  Readers, I'll explain later.

So have you chided the AAs and Hellers for being stuck in the past?  No?  Yeah I thought so.  Though to be fair the AAs are always rewriting history so you would have some difficulties telling AAs to stop getting stuck in the past because which past? The 15th AU version or the delusion found in the 8th dimension?

It's always the same pattern with people like you when the silent majority isn't being silent, and then you won't say squat to the loud obnoxious fringers.  It reminds me of the "nice" Destiel shippers who keep telling non-shippers not to engage with hellers and to just stay quiet.  It's easy to see that the agenda of the "nice" shippers was to make their ship appear relevant because silence gets interpreted as agreement.

Readers, you know why AAs are so fixated on the 2010?  Because they thought season 5 was the turning point of Supernatural becoming Dean-focused and Jensen will finally get the spotlight and be on his way to a Marvel red carpet career while Jared is relegated to the has-been category.  Except that didn't happen.  Season 5 foreshadowed the season 10 debacle and the following respective season return to Sam-focused/Bi-Bro leaning formula and save the series.  

Jensen's career trajectory would have been fine without Solder Boy.  He got the Big Sky role and debuted Beau Arlen in May before Soldier Boy's debut in June.  It was Big Sky that helped him land a guest/recurring role on Tracker.  What Jensen has going for him is he is a good networker.

As always, you AAs are projecting your worst quality onto others.  As usual, you pretend that Jensen has all of Jared's best qualities, including his career.  Remember when AAs tried to claim that CBS first offered Walker to Jensen?  Yeah that was funny.  Spoiler alert, that's not how the industry works.

[foolondahill17]

Annual Favorite Supernatural Fic Rec List of 2023:

I bookmarked 66 fics in 2023 (and read…a lot more than that), but only 9 were written/updated in this year of our lord. SMH we gotta pump out more content, friends. Seriously though, I’ve got several more 2023 fic reads in my Marked for Later, but some are still WIPs or I just haven’t gotten around to picking them up yet. I’m sure some (like the much-hyped Lighthouse Keeper AU where there is darkness by the talented quiettewandering [@wanderingcas on tumblr]) will end up on my Bookmarked favs…but, alas, they’ll just have to wait for the 2024 recap.

The list below is in no particular order, barring the first, which has joined the ranks of one-of-my-favorite-fics-ever:

A Cliff That Knew Too Many Tides by luulapants (@luulapants)

E, early series Dean/others, 94,508 words

Partial Summary:

A canon rewrite AU diverging from the events of Some Cruel Tide, in which a shifter disguised as his father used Dean's blind obedience to molest him. By the start of S1, Dean's relationship with his father is more strained, his devotion more intense, and his life consumed by the need to hide the parts of himself he is most ashamed of.

My words:

If you’ve been looking for a gay!Dean manifesto, you’ve found it. Obviously, the subject matter is dark: warnings for past childhood sexual abuse, internal and external homophobia, past suicide attempt, and traumatic outing. It is also beautiful and heart-wrenching and scratches the swollen, itchy, weeping rash on my heart in a way that only the balm of good Dean angst can.  

Favorite part:

“I wasn’t acting out,” he blurted.

“What?”

“When I – I wasn’t trying to act out or anything.” Deacon’s presence hovered behind him like an aura, and Dean reminded himself, Don’t rock the boat. Don’t rock the boat.

Dad sighed. The line crackled, and Dean pictured him standing in a phone booth somewhere, probably huddled up against the cold. “Then what the hell would you call it?”

Dean tried out a few words in his head, imagining how they’d sound to Deacon. He ended up with, “I misunderstood. I thought I was supposed to.”

Asterism of an F-Series Ford Pick Up by disabled_dean (@disabled-dean)

M, Destiel, 17,408 words

Partial Summary:

When you've been to hell, desire is isolating and ugly.

Or: Cas drives his truck for a case and Dean is exceptionally horny about it

My words:

The way Dean’s PTSD is described in this fic, like a slow, oozing poison that awakens the longer he and Cas travel together, is tantalizing and masterful. Ostensibly, this fic is about Dean and Cas road-tripping to a case. It’s actually about how you, a monster-hunter, can come to terms (or not) with your body and soul when you think you’ve become the very thing you’re spent your whole life hunting.

 Favorite part:

"Like everything will be going fine and then all of a sudden I just. Can’t. I can't stand it. And the more fine everything is, the worse it gets and I feel-" he breaks off, eyes on his hands like they aren't his hands, thumb rubbing over and over the ring on his index finger, "It's like everyone else is living this normal fucking life and I'm still back in the pit."

Personal Space: The Final Frontier by botley

M, Destiel, Star Trek AU, WIP, 63,570 words

Partial summary

"Captain's Log, Stardate 10918.8. Captain Ellen Harvelle reporting, First Officer… Castiel… attending. After a month of bargaining with the Gehennian government, efforts to permit a search party within the Rack facilities still proved unsuccessful. Although Starfleet’s orders dictated we tuck tail and leave, I elected to disregard this decision and beam a rescue operations team down for the recovery of Lieutenant Commander Dean Winchester.”

My words:

This fic has been on my rec lists before. It’s still a WIP, but it very unexpectedly posted an update after a 3(?) year hiatus, so I’ll cling to hope until my fingernails leave a bloody, mauled mess.  This is basically a Star Trek AU where our favorite Supernatural gang are fucking around in Starfleet instead of the Midwest. Fantastic stuff – worth the read even if it does remain unfinished.

Favorite line:

"Dean made a face. Castiel decided the man was hideous."

Receding by minkmix

T, early season gen, 38,729 words

Summary:

After a visit to an old, abandoned theme park in the desert, Sam begins to notice strange lapses in Dean's memory. As his brother starts to disappear before his eyes, Sam must rush to find an answer before there isn't anything left to save... My words: A Lucky Charms fic if I’ve ever read one. Delicious, crunchy marshmallow goodness of some fantastic Dean!whump and panicked caretaker!Sam with the solid undercurrent of slightly sweetened amalgamized oat and corn cereal of a solid case fic. Yum.

 Favorite part:

“Sammy?” Dean cut him off.

“W-What is it?”

“What’s Dad’s name?”

Sam’s chest heaved as he fought himself from sounding as stunned as he felt.

“John.”

Swan Upon Leda by kelsstiel (@kelstiel)

E, Destiel real-world AU, 174,096 words

Summary:

Pediatric Surgery Fellow Dean Winchester meets baby Jack Kline and neuropsychologist Castiel Novak his first week on the job. Dean’s been accused a time or two of caring a little too much in the past and it’s hard not to care about the neurotic adoptive father and his medically needy preemie. After a series of run-ins between the pair, Dean and Cas develop a friendship that everyone else around them suspect more from immediately, though it takes them a little longer to get the memo. When Dean struggles with a particularly devastating patient loss, their mutual understanding of loss and love bring them closer in a way that neither of them could have expected.

My words: A solid, old-fashioned romantic AU. It’s unpretentious, fluffy, heart-warming, authentic and the kind of could-have-been-a-novel goodness that makes up the heart and breadth of fanfiction. Warning for infant illness and death (not Jack).

Favorite part:

"I know they say there’s a chance, but I’ve just got this feeling .” She shook her head and looked down for a moment. She looked up again and took a deep breath as if steadying herself. “I wish I could see you grow up.”

five minutes to six by saintedcastiel  (@saintedcastiel)

M, Destiel real-world AU, 23,383 words

Summary:

Castiel Novak has been the co-host of Good Morning, Lawrence! for a little over ten years when he stumbles across the story of a lifetime. But after a producer pulls the segment and tells him to forget it, Castiel begins to wonder who's really pulling the strings. Can he bring the truth to light while somehow managing to keep his co-host, and the man he loves, in the dark?

 My words: Another Goddamn quality AU. This one is a little quippier and fast paced than the Hospital AU above, but it’s full of fantastic characterization and even a last-minute breaking and entering romp. Fun that’s perfect for the whole family!

Favorite part:

“Been asking you out all week.” Dean tells him, and Castiel realizes all at once he’s right.

“Oh my god.” Castiel laughs. “You have.”

This Is Not My Beautiful Wife by luckshiptoshore (@luckshiptoshore)

T, Destiel, one-shot, 4,755 words

Summary:

“Dean,” says the man again. “This isn’t real. You need to come with me, now.”

Dean’s been zoning out again. But he can’t escape the feeling that something’s very, very wrong … and wherever he goes, a strange man in a trench coat follows.

My words: You gotta love the Djinn dream trope. This one has everything you want in a caught-in-a-fake-reality-while-your-lover-pleads-for-you-to-return-to-the-waking-world story, plus an extra dash of on-point characterization and some truly imaginative scenarios for Dean’s alternate realities.  

 Favorite part:

“We could look into adoption,” says Cas. “If you’d like. Of course we could also simply take a child, but I think that’s frowned on."

we really shouldn't be doing this by LoversAntiquities (@tragidean)

E, Destiel, 17,138 words

Summary:

After Castiel goes missing for a week, Dean finds him in an abandoned cemetery in the middle of nowhere Kansas, suffering from a mysterious welt. Only, as the hours go on, the deeper the curse grows—and Dean finds more than he bargained for, namely on every surface he and Castiel can find.

My words: This is more straight-up (not straight) porn than I usual rec, but this is a fantastic take on the from-sex-to-love fic where everyone was already in love to begin with. There’s a hefty sprinkle of idiots-to-lovers and sex-curse. Also angst, which is my bread and butter.

Favorite line:

Castiel stares up at him, his eyes gone soft, hooded. Dean thumbs over his eyelid, just to watch it flutter shut. “I’m not solely interested in you for your hands, or your mouth. They are wonderful attributes, but I don’t long for them so much as I long for you.” He leans into Dean’s palm and kisses the center. “I don’t know when I fell in love with you, but it would take the death of the universe to get me to stop.”

Postpartum Prometheus by babbyspanch, saltslimes (@dragqueenpentheus @nifedick)

E, Destiel, technically mpreg, WIP, 18,959 words

Summary

Welcome to the Supernatural renaissance. Welcome to Castiel and the terrible naissance.

My words: warning for the fact that this is technically an mpreg fic even though Castiel is an angel and not really a man. Warning, also, because this is another WIP that hasn’t been updated since the beginning of the year, so I don’t know if it’ll be finished. Basically, Dean and Cas bump uglies to unexpected results. Cas kinda freaks without telling Dean he’s his baby daddy. He also yanks out his intestines so said baby can be nice and comfortable in there. Funny and angsty.

Favorite part:

“Are those—?”

“Yeah.” He waves his hand at the door again, starting to feel like one of those used car lot inflatable men, limbs akimbo. “A total murderer looking guy just bolted that way. And not like— the regular murderer-looking people who come in.”

“And he left his organs.” Dennis thinks a moment, and then shrugs, as if this isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever seen. He’s been working here longer than anyone Henry knows, maybe it isn’t. He opens his mouth and Henry can’t help hoping some miracle plan of action is going to fall out of it. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Um. What?”

“I don’t want to offend you.” He pauses, brows furrowed. He rolls Henry’s cup over in his hand. “What is a ‘FABINISTA’?”

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[mittensmorgul]

Loose Ends

(a story set in the Evergreen 'verse but can be read as a standalone)

Words: 20,763 Rated: T Tags: Destiel, Saileen, and The Winchester Gospels in a post-Chuck universe

Summary:

Life in a post-Chuck universe might never be dull, but sometimes they're reminded just how much that guy had fucked with their lives over the years. When helping another hunter deal with some rogue fairies brings up some past trauma for Dean, they somehow fall down a rabbit hole of fanfiction that leads them to an even stranger case. At least this time, there's the promise of bringing everyone involved a bit of closure.

NOTES:

This story started with the notion that Dean, like he was doing with The Winchesters series, would enjoy putting his life into his own words after a lifetime of Chuck dictating it all for him. As I began writing, though, I realized maybe he'd just want to *live* on his own terms instead of trying to create some definitive record of events. And that maybe there's some parts of his past he'd rather not think too hard about now that they'd finally won free of the story that had been created for him.

Dean and Cas find a very interesting fanfic that weirdly does tell some unbelievably accurate truths, and I found it much more fun for them to finally get some answers instead! I hope y'all do too!

This is set a few months after the events of my alternate finale, one working part (the first fic in this series), but it's not necessary to read that one first (though I hope it's also fun for those who do read it!)

Read it now on AO3!

or if you want to know how they got here, start at the beginning of this 'verse with one working part (40k words, rated E, a rewrite of 15.19)

[lizardsfromspace]

I've never seen more than a few episodes of Supernatural but I know everything about the Destiel scene through osmosis thanks to Tumblr. Meanwhile the only thing I know about the actual series finale is that they wanted to do a big "and all the dead characters are back!" scene but couldn't get anyone in due to COVID restrictions but didn't rewrite it so he's all alone in Heaven, with his car, which went to Heaven

[studiogrimm810]

Speak of the Devil

>Caged // Part 5

pairings: (established) sam winchester x gn!reader, destiel is there :D

summary: you are taken by lucifer for over a week and sam damn near looses his head. when you are finally rescued, the trauma of what was inflicted on you has left it's mark and it's up to sam and dean to keep you put together. after reaching out to rowena, all you can do is wait. and all sam can do is hope he can distract you well enough

warnings: torture, ptsd, flashbacks, hallucinations, graphic depictions of said torture, suggested SA

word count: 3,431

A/N: this part has suffered multiple rewrites and edits. you must like this one, this is a threat/j also! if you’d like to be tagged in this series or my one shots, just lmk!! ^.^

read other parts here

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Soggy biscuits absorbed with rich, homemade gravy fill up your vision as it is what you’ve been staring at for you’d say felt like the last hour. Sam would say it’s only been 10 minutes. The overwhelmingly intoxicating smell of fresh breakfast made your body beg you for more food, but you could hardly stomach the half of a biscuit you managed to force down in the first place. So now you have just been crushing the other half of the biscuit and mixing it into the gravy, creating almost a paste at this point.

The men around you conversed lightly amongst themselves and you appreciated their commitment to making this moment feel as normal as possible, but your back radiated with itchy heat that screamed you were being perceived.

The red dots still have not left the microwave but you hadn’t really moved much either. After Dean finished making breakfast with the not-so-helpful hand of his beloved clumsy angel, he plated up a generous portion for his baby brother, his loving partner, and a smaller portion for his troubled friend. You smiled and uttered a quiet ‘thanks’ while taking the plate and setting it in front of yourself.

Since then, you’ve really just been picking at your food, and you can feel Sam’s eyes on you but the heat that flashes up your back isn't a result of his presence. No, it was a much more sinister glare, a wicked perception.

“No, it was too much flour,” Dean rolled his eyes at Cas’ previous statement that you didn’t pay attention to.

“But you told me too much heat is what can ruin a good sauce,” Cas tilts his head with the statement.

“Yeah, but so can clumpin’ it up with too much damn flour,” Dean sets down his fork and turns to him as he emphasizes his repeated words.

“Well this time it was perfect, thanks guys,” Sam interrupts with a light chuckle. Dean and Cas must’ve been arguing about the first time Cas tried to help with breakfast, the gravy came out way too thick and still, to this day, the two argue about what really caused the mess up and who’s fault it ultimately was.

You remember this argument well. It started with Cas genuinely not understanding what went wrong in Deans step-by-step instructions of making gravy. When the gravy came out a thick and clumpy mess, Cas deemed it Dean's fault for not mentioning what heat to keep it at and Dean insisted that heat had nothing to do with it but that Cas misread the measurements. A small smile lifts your lips against your own will as you remember how confused Cas was at Dean’s irrational frustration. They weren’t mean to each other, they were both just too stubborn and so set in their own stories that it prompted bickering all this time later. You actually found it quite sweet that this is what their arguments consisted of.

“My brother and his shitty cooking skills.”

You tensed, looking up to see the red dots were gone. You refused to look behind you, where the bored voice came from. You know who it is. You just want him to go away.

“Doesn’t Dean know that angels can’t technically ‘enjoy’ food?” You can hear his voice twisting with his scrunched face. The facial expressions of The Devil are probably the most unsettling thing about his appearance. The contortions of his face never gave way to match what he’s actually thinking but only what he’s saying at the moment.

You ignore him but set down your fork, settling your hands in your lap. You hope that if you can just ignore him long enough that he’ll go away. But what has hope ever really gotten you?

“Someone needs some more time in the kitchen though,” Dean mumbled, half joking. Cas just rolls eyes.

Sam shakes his head with a scoffed laugh and takes a sip of coffee. As he sets it back down, he turns to look over at you, “are you finished?” He asks as if it’s not obvious that you are. You just nod and Sam stands up and gently grabs yours and his plates to take to the sink.

“Thanks guys, food was good,” you give Dean and Cas a half smile of appreciation and they both return the act.

“So when is Rowena going to get here?” Dean asks, wiping off his hands and pushing aside his plate.

“She said she has some business to finish up in Georgia but that she’ll come here right after,” Sam sets the dishes down after properly rinsing off his minimal crumbs and your paste mixture, which oddly enough resembles Cas’ messed up gravy. “She said it would be tomorrow at the latest,” Sam turns to face the group, drying his hands on the dedicated towel hung from the dishwasher.

“Rowena,” Lucifer says in a voice with a sultry emphasis, a smirk painting his lips, “what a treat.”

“Thinking we just take it easy,” Sam looks at you which leads the other two to do the same, your face burning from the intense spotlight. But you only focus on Sam and nod.

“Speakin’ of,” Dean clears his throat, looking at you a bit warrily, “any signs of him?”

You sigh, knowing you have to tell him the truth, but when you look behind you, you see that Lucifer is gone and so is the suffocating air that comes with his presence.

You don’t respond and Dean says something else but you still look around the room for him. So distracted that you don’t even realize that Sam has maneuvered around the counter and back in front of you again.

“Can you hear me?” Sam’s voice pulls your head out of whatever cloud Lucifer left it in and as you sit up you can hear the blood rushing back through your body from a need to escape your awful posture from the last little while. All three of them are watching you. Not four, three, you remind yourself.

Sam’s eyes aren’t panicked or scared but observant with worry and almost guilt. His hand is placed over yours and you can tell that he’s unsettled by this whole ordeal but if he’s experiencing anything beyond inconvenience then he’s doing a hell of a job at hiding it.

Dean is not the same, his eyes are hardened into solid anger that he shoves his fear behind. He looks ready to rip out Lucifer’s lungs and his eyes glaze over the room even though he knows he won’t be able to see anything himself. And another thing- pity is what it was. Dean's eyes are angry but the underlying muscles in his face melt with pity.

And Cas, god, Cas. He’s smiling and it’s not creepy, no, it’s comforting and warm. Simple and a stark reminder that it’s going to be okay. Cas knows that you aren’t okay but he knows you're safe and that’s exactly what his smile reminds you. It’s a smile of acceptance that yes, you’re struggling, but you’re also here in the bunker with your family.

You drag your eyes back over to Sam where he’s still waiting for a response. He assumed you could hear him now, but he gives you a moment to catch up with yourself.

“Yeah,” you utter, looking back down at your hands, “sorry, I think he’s gone now,” you shake off, still a little unsettled at how he just vanished.

“We can use the sigil just in case,” Sam offers but you shake your head.

“No, it’s okay,” you try to assure, hoping to sound more confident in your claim, “he’s really gone, I don’t know why, but he is.”

“Okay, good,” Sam smiles warmly, but you can still see the unease in his eyes. “How about we go watch a movie? Just relax?” Sam offers, hoping to find a way to distract you for a while before Rowena can’t get here.

You nod and Sam leads you back to your shared room after waving off Dean and Cas’ cautiously questioning eyes.

Sam leads you to the bed while he sets up his movie. He stole a few extra cushions from a hall closet to make the bed more ‘couch-like’ as he puts it. He’s currently working finding the perfect spot to place the laptop so your neck doesn’t strain and you can’t help the smile that his excessive thoughtfulness provokes.

Once everything is situated, Sam starts a movie that you made him pick because you didn’t want to deal with the overwhelming amount of choices spread across the streaming services subscribed to in your family unit. He then slides in next to you and pulls you close to him.

Sam really needs this, after the nights of sleeping in an empty bed and wondering if you were even alive, he needs this moment to be as cheesy and wholesome as he could. He thought if he could get Dean to make fun of the sweetness of it then just maybe would Sam have reached cheesy enough.

He can’t help as his hand idly rubs the more comfortable parts of you back, and he’s extra careful as to not let his gauze get too jumbled, making sure to just use his fingers.

This is nice, this really is what you both needed. There were no physical wounds to care for upon your return and in turn, no reminder of just how fresh it all is for you. But this here? Pressed so close into Sam that you wonder how long it will take to become one. It’s the closest thing to stitches and isopropyl you’ll get.

So you enjoy it and you take it for granted. And you ignore the tension that flexes your muscles when Sam gets too close to your neck. And you force the memories that some scenes in this completely innocent movie reminds you of. And you soak up all of the affection that you’ve been missing out on for too damn long.

The low rumble in Sam’s chest when he laughs at a particularly funny scene feels like home and the way he settles back around you after the scene is over feels like security.

The crook of his neck you’ve nestled into and the radiance of his comforting body heat is enough to pull you right into an irresistible sleep.

———

Harsh strikes of lightning, that’s new. He’s never ventured outside of the musky cellar he’s kept you in, why bring you outside now?

Cold iron bars fence the perimeter of a cramped cage suspended in what looks like a storm cloud. This is all new, almost incomprehensible, why show you this? What is this?

Screams, gut wrenching, blood curdling screams erupt from the too-small cage and you instantly recognize them as Sam’s. The rattle of his voice was so distinct, but it wasn’t his angry scream of pain. No, it was almost a whimper, an exhausted string of pure disparity.

Lucifer’s own shouts of mocks and profanity litter the free space of sound not already occupied by sharp lightning or pathetic screams.

You don’t have any control over your perception of the scene before you and you feel like you're on a rollercoaster as you're zoomed all the way in and past the bars of the cage.

Fuck.

Is that Sam?

His hair is a matted and sticky mess of blood, making it look like dye, and syrupy strands fall in front of his face, leaving only his gaping mouth visible. He’s completely bare, his skin exposed, scarred and stained. He’s weak and thin, eerily thin.

His hands are strung on hooks, like if Jesus was crucified through his wrists, and you see that the scruff of his neck is pulled back by a third hook. Just like Lucifer did to you.

Where the fuck is your earthly body? Because you need to vomit all 2 ounces of breakfast that hasn’t really settled in your stomach anyways.

You try to look around or to move or, fuck, just close your eyes, but you can’t.

A set of giggles would make a chill run up your back if you had yours right now.

“Our time really did get cut short, doll,” Lucifer coos, his voice an echo in this weird dimension and not coming from any corner in particular.

You can’t speak because you don’t have a mouth.

“Just imagine the fun I could’ve had,” Lucifer hums, his voice still distant but you can hear the movements of his mouth. It’s disgusting.

Sam’s back arches forward with a sharp gasp strangling his throat as a bloody hand punches through his chest. Crunching bones and soppy skin ripping through your own non-existent ears. A shimmering heart, coated in blood, is gripped in a tight hold of the arm that ripped out of Sam’s rib cage. The arm is yanked back out and out comes The Devil himself, a livid scowl on his lips as he squeezes the life out of Sam’s heart and splatters it on the iron floors.

“Think of what I could’ve done to you,” he sneers, “that body, those screams, your heart,” he spits, mouth practically foaming with rage. The drips of blood on the tips of his fingers land on the ground with sharp snaps, leading a trail and you now realize he’s walking closer to you.

You.

Actually you, fuck. Your body is back and The Devil is grinning ear to ear.

“Let’s find out,” he purrs, lifting his blood soaked hand and running it along your jaw, leaving a sticky path of pungent blood, only amplifying the rotting iron stench in this cage.

And with your body returns your fear, and your nausea, and your chills.

Lucifer grips your throat with his bloody hand, lifting you off your feet and you’ve realized Sam’s body is gone. He keeps his grip sturdy on your throat and even though you can’t breathe, you aren’t feeling faint. He’s preventing you from passing out.

Lucifer drags you over to the hooks where Sam was and he pinches the back of your neck to string you up like a carcass.

His hand traces from your neck and down to your shoulder, shoving hard. He shakes your shoulders and his face melts with annoyance when suddenly you’re ripped off the hook like a blown piercing and you’re-.

“Wake up, you’re okay,” Sam’s voice floats on you like a stern warning, like he’s unsure his words will actually mean something. The urgency in his voice is something you don’t miss.

Your eyes shoot open and you swallow a gulp of air, clawing at your throat to make sure his hands are gone. And you feel your face to make sure the blood is gone too. Sam’s hands are clasped on your shoulders like he had to shake you awake. Oh. You look up at him with quick breaths and a panicked expression, letting what the fuck you just saw catch up to you.

“It was just a dream, you’re okay,” Sam loosens his hold on your shoulders and you slump down into the bed a bit. You can’t find yourself too look at him, the image of cage-him being so vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before burns the backs of your eyelids.

Sam was your person, the man you love and have chosen to spend your life with. And yes, you’ve seen him in many different ways, you’ve seen him more than anyone else has- well at least you thought.

“Hey,” he coos. God, it’s sweet and loving, but it’s in the same way Lucifer just mocked you. Sam gently grabs your jaw, kind and soft, but fuck Lucifer just did the same with Sam’s blood leaving it’s stain. You flinch away, pressing into the headboard and groaning. You feel absolutely sick. “Okay, okay,” he speeds out, not expecting the reaction but adjusting quickly. “Do you want some water?”

You ignore him, bolting from your spot and dashing into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind you, you fall to your knees and involuntarily rid your body of nutrients it desperately needs. There’s rustling around you but you don’t waste time placing it.

What did Lucifer do to Sam? He never talked about it beyond a simple explanation of he was dead for a few months and suffered hallucinations after getting his soul back. Sam was never openly prepared to share his past with you, but when he did he was honest and delicate. It’s just that… this was never something you even expected for him to share. And the implications that came with what Lucifer said. It makes you lurch again, this time spewing nothing but splatters of stomach acid that burns your throat.

“Let it out, honey,” Sam sets a glass down on the ceramic counter of the bathroom and he sinks down to your level with some paper towels.

You take your time, arms wrapped around the toilet bowl. You reach for the glass, rinsing out your mouth and flushing the water away. Settling into the wall next to the toilet, you still don’t look at Sam’s face.

“Feel any better?” Sam asks, dipping down his gaze to hopefully pull yours to him. It doesn’t work.

“Uh,” you clear your throat, settling your elbows on your knees, “No, not really.”

“What happened?” He asks carefully, honestly a little afraid of what you might say.

You swallow the tickle of nausea and flick your eyes daringly to Sam’s, the image of dark red mats of hair sticking to his cheeks. You force your eyes closed and take a steady breath.

“He was there,” you settle on saying, your words surprisingly still as you spoke them.

“In your dream?” Sam inquires, confusion bending his brows.

“Yeah.”

“Was it him him or a memory?” Sam asks, already finding a prime spot to paint a sigil if need be.

Oh, it was a memory alright, just not yours. “It was him,” you nod, eyes unfocused. You grab your wrists, rubbing them to remind yourself that cool iron no longer latches onto your skin but only your own grasp. “He’s gone now, I- I don’t see him.” You decide to keep seeing Sam like that to yourself.

“I hate this,” you admit with a scoff, landing your head into the wall behind you with more force than you meant to but you ignore the wave of pain.

“I know, honey,” Sam says solemnly, wishing he could do more for you, “once Rowena gets here, we’ll have more answers. More solutions.”

But with waiting comes uncertainties and fears of what if she can’t help at all?

“We’ll fix this, I’ll fix this,” Sam promises, holding your hands firmly. You open your eyes, finally looking over at Sam who has no doubt in his mind that you will be okay.

With some subtle coaxing, Sam finally gets you off of the cold floor and brings you back to the bed. You don’t feel safe sleeping and Sam can understand this, and without The Devil present, a sigil won’t work on kicking him in a corner for a few hours. So for now, Sam sits with you and pulls out a deck of cards.

“Blackjack,” Sam straightens his posture and you get an assaulting flash of the spread of his arms past their resilience, latched on hooks. You advert your gaze to the cards instead. He settles the blankets into a makeshift table and deals, “go.”

You chuckle a small laugh which spreads to Sam’s lips as you peek at the hidden card, “uh, hit me,” you shrug. He flips a card and you add it up to 17. “Hit me,” Sam flips down another card and you hiss.

A small smirk and he takes the cards away, starting a new round.

Round after round, wins and loses, flashes and waves of nausea. But you power through for Sam. You hold yourself as tightly wound as you could and you forced yourself to shove away the weeks of torture so that you can have just now.

You keep your senses keen for Lucifer’s return, not wanting to let your guard down for even a second because the bastard really stepped up his game by showing you Sam like that against his will.

Maybe it’s somewhat of a good thing, though, because now you feel nothing but pure hatred. And as you do the simple math of the ‘distracting’ game supplied by your love, you think of every way possible to make Lucifer fucking pay.

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[prairiedust]

one thousand days of destiel, or cas: fuckerupper of endings

Idk why I’m crawling out from under my woodpile to write this, except that it occurred to me that in three years I’ve not rewatched a single episode of Supernatural and have at least two dozen tags yet blacklisted on tumblr, and that I am still not okay about this stupid show.

I never tried to tie up the folklore/author themes I’d been geeking out about through the last seasons, neither as the show was ending nor afterwards. I’ve been simmering now for over a thousand days. I could not even write a complete sentence about spn for all this time, and so I just left that pot on the back burner and did other things. Finished my Master’s degree. Started a new job. Saw my oldest child graduate from high school and move off to college, and helped my younger child move on to sixth grade. Watched some other shows, got a new blorbo, saw some movies, started painting again, picked up a couple of new hobbies as I am wont to do.  

Today is the 5th of November, 2023. (ETA i sat on this for a bit.)

November 5th, 2020, was exactly one thousand and ninety-five days ago.

I see gifs from the show from time to time and I think to myself, wow, that scene/episode/series is completely irrelevant to my life now. I am fine and normal about everything. But if it really was, if I really was, it would not hurt so much to see the gifs and the lyric posts and the amvs when they aren’t caught in my tag filters. So maybe it’s time to get some things out of my head and onto paper.

I genuinely, nearsightedly, naively thought that since Dabb et al had been the ones writing the whole folk v author themes, and thus posing as someone we could count as being on “our side,” the folk-side of the postmodern audience, they’d honor that conceit, even to the very last shot. 

They did not.

And yet… they absolutely did.

Which hurts and is fucked up, but also it’s fine. It’s fine.

In the end, the only “folk hero” (by which I mean the only force in the spn universe capable of warping the threads of the story with any permanence) was Castiel. When Castiel left the story (of his own volition, if you can find a comfortable layer of this meta pie for that concept to rest in,) the writers reverted to God Mode. Because Castiel had been their freedom, their mouthpiece, their avenue for improvisation, and so at the end of the series…

well, we got You changed me/I love you

   •

and then we got “Cas helped.”

So much has been written about that pivot point, but genuinely I don’t give a rat’s ass about rewrites, producers, the cutting room floor, or COVID. It exhausts me, and I’m not beholden to writing about spn for grades or notes or any kind of other bullshit that would oblige me to do research.

I feel like… we got what we got.

So let’s criticize some media.

The Paradox: 

Cas imploded— went from flexing the narrative from within to being narrated by a force from without. And I couldn’t bear to wrap my head around that for a long time. It seemed that this “twist” was beyond cruel. That’s what he got. Vanished and nerfed. For saying ily. That was what happened when he was finally in focus, fully revealed. He lost. He was relegated, along with Jack, to become heaven’s Two Men and a Truck.

It was a trick, the whole “Chuck is a writer” plotline. The Author regained control of the character that had previously been acting independently. Very Pirandellesque, very frustrating, ultimately even tragic.

So, yes, thematically and critically, having Castiel give up his Agency for Characterhood– giving up his ability to create plot for a role as a character in a plot— was ‘literary’ brilliance. It cemented his status as a grand fucker-upper of the show in a way that any show writer “authoring” a requited destiel ending would not and could not have done. Even Jack, I believe, had been “manipulated” into god-hood from within the narrative. Jack was Dabb’s grand metaphor, he was a product of Author. Castiel was… well, he was a chaos engine from the moment he walked through those barn doors. 

To seal the metaphor, the writers ended up living that truth.

I really don’t know if I’m being cogent about this. I’ve been struggling to turn this idea into words for, like, ONE THOUSAND DAYS.

The folk-vs-Author themes becoming A Thing in The Supernatural Show was like a chemical reaction: once the ions had bonded, the resultant compound could not be separated back into the different materials. What on that screen was Author, what was “author,” ie show writer, and what was text-experiencer-as-author? Where did the Sam-as-magician arc go, what were we supposed to do with the semi-metatextual moments that Mary had, having been brought back into the narrative by Amara, not Chuck? Everything got so out of control. Add in a smidgen of secret-sauce-TPTB possibly superseding the author/Author, and what you get is that ridiculous mess of a final two episodes.

It’s not about the rusty trombone or the butt hole pleasures. It’s about love. And kids.

Thank you, hon. It really is. (The above line was left in this doc by my spouse. It is a quote from The 40-Year-Old Virgin. I’ll allow it.)

Anyway. It was hard to see past the sound and the fury of it all. 

*****

I was feeling nostalgic several months ago and took a swim in my old meta tags; I found a gem from season…10? Idk and idc, but it was from “The Things We Left Behind.” 

I compared Claire to Sleeping Beauty (a tale that got a lot of use in later seasons) and wrote: “I tend to think that Castiel’s entire arc is about desperate and unintentionally misguided attempts to Change The Ending of whatever story he’s shown up in” and reading that again really kind of sucker-punched me.

‘We’re making it up as we go’ was the crux of Cas’ existence. Remember that half-related story in Baby wherein Cas got himself hitched to the Djinn queen? Remember when Jack died and the Empty came to claim him in Heaven and Cas made that terrible bargain? The last-minute attempt to gank Lucifer that actually got him killed and sent to The Empty?

Time and time again, Castiel’s go-to for “changing the narrative,” for advancing his plot, is self-sacrifice. In Chuck’s house against the archangel. The Leviathan disaster. Saying ‘yes’ to Lucifer. The Bargain for Jack in Heaven. And those times it worked out. Not without great pain for both the other characters and for the viewers, but he always came back. 

And with each return, his motivation became clearer. (Picture your favorite screencap of Dean here.)

Cas’ love grew, crystalized, and then disappeared, like frost on the windowpane of a house on fire.

If they had continued the CasDean storyline, it would have ultimately been The Author IRL writing/creating/manifesting/materializing ‘destiel.’ And so by putting a torch to all of that architecture, they essentially gave everything to us. Unspoilt. Fingerprints wiped. Serial numbers scratched away. Jailbroken. Whatever floats your boat. 

The confession was both affirmation and abnegation. Symbolically, The AuthorTM had washed his hands of it, but with destiel out of the picture, The Author also got his ending.

This is why “Cas helped” felt like a ‘fuck you.’ If Cas was out of the narrative, why did he come back as one of Heaven’s real estate developers? It did not fit. 

And yet. It did. Because Chuck won. Chuck, or everything that an Author represents in television land– TPTB, showrunner legacies, multiple producers, a chaotic and treacherous and politically messy writer’s room, multiple incompatible or unresolvable MOs and visions— all that ends up being packaged and presented as a single unerring vision.

So I have to admit, although I don’t have to do it with any ion of grace, that in the end it was pretty fucking smart.

Destiel is ours. Destiel is the folk ending. The Author never got to touch it, never so much as breathed on it, was so far divorced from the concept that the absence thereof going forward hit us like a truck full of bricks.

Yes, it hurts that Dean was just left on the floor until the credits rolled, that there were no final words, no ensuing acknowledgement. 

I’ll go so far outside the Text as to address the ‘Dean can’t reciprocate’ direction from one of the scripts:

If Dean had made a single move onscreen. Uttered a word. In Despair or either of the other two episodes.

Destiel would have been claimed by The Author. 

Anyway. I’ve been collecting posts now and again under the tag ‘the endless folklore of supernatural.’ For three years, the fandom has continued to loot, to ransack, to graffiti, to create and re-create, to burn, to mix, and to distill. 

There’s all kinds of things in that tag, it’s sort of a kitchen sink of everything that I thought was even tangentially relevant to folk-Destiel and the postmodern experience of creating text as a reader/viewer etc. 

We turned a literary story based on an urban folktale back into folklore. 

And so it goes.

I doubt I will do much more analysis of this show, even if it comes back, and I unfortunately can’t touch The Winchesters. But I can’t say I never will. I just thought three years, one thousand days, was a pretty good place to leave a marker on the trail.

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Epilogue: About The Winchesters:

I did not finish watching The Winchesters because of something wildly, randomly, but highly personally triggering that was built into one of the episodes; however I am very sorry that it was canceled or possibly ironically lost to the WGA-SAGAFTRA strike of 2023.

“What is the maddest thing a man can do? Let himself die.” That’s the clue that leads Castiel to his hidden grace in a copy of The Man of LaMancha in 10.18 ‘The Book of the Damned,’ written by one Robbie Thompson.

I noticed from the get-go that Thompson gave Carlos the last name Cervantez. He was nodding to the self-immolation of the last cadre of writers of Supernatural and stating clearly that he was holding a pen, not a match.

Want some very fun and amusing and wildly pertinent facts about the Don Quixote books?

The narrative conceit of Don Quixote IN THE FIRST PLACE LOL is that Cervantes claims to have found a manuscript by a historian named Cide Hamete Benegeli and Cervantes thought the story was pretty neat, if a little rough; Cervantes retells the story for us from what he’d read by that author, distilling the “original” into the book we experience as Don Quixote the Man of La Mancha.

The final words of Cervantes’ Part One are “perhaps another will sing with a better pick.”

Later, someone publishing under the pseudonym Alonso Fernandez de Avellaneda wrote their own part two, feeling that the original author was taking too long to get their ass in gear (or judging by their own preface they felt that Cervantes had not even done the original story justice in the first place. Which is A Mood.)

So when someone actually did have the audacity to run off with his characters and commit word crimes with them, Cervantes absolutely obliterated the dude in his own Part Two. 

Thompson left Spn after season eleven. But, lest someone think this is a commentary about fan fic, he also wrote the episode Fan Fiction. So anyway all the Cervantez-Cervantes business was certainly something.

[typicalopposite]

W.I.P. Ask Game!

tagged by: @meraki-yao <3

Ask me anything about my WIPs! :)

(just like... be prepared... there's a lot... and I'm not even going to post them ALL! These are the ones I want to get up by 2025!)

Works Started

Shassie Fic

Psych fic! It's going to read like a 5+1 fic but with an added +2 lol! Just a chapter for each season starting with them pining and eventually getting together! Think the Shules timeline but Shassie instead... with some scene changes missing scenes episode swaps and all that! I swear I'll have a better summary when I post it!!!

you still haven't noticed (oh but baby, I have)

RWRB Fic. I have been sharing the snippets from lately. Another 5+1 fic (I love them ok!) about Alex noticing things about Henry through the their relationship. Gonna have a lil bit of angst because... well just because.

Happy Birthday to Me!

RWRB Fic. This was supposed to be written on my birthday... it didn't happen! but since their birthdays are in March... hopefully I get it up this month!

no one's more mystified than Shaan

RWRB Fic. ANOTHER 5+1 fic! Shaan POV. It's going to be part of the Zahraverse series, and will be kind of a parallel to the Zahra Deserves A Raise fic!

first rule of fight club

RWRB Fic. BAMF Henry! The jist? A guy punches Henry and Henry learns how to fight so it doesn't happen again.

Baby Mine

RWRB Fic. Kid fic. Henry and Ellen bond over baby June! :D very very cutesy very very fluffy as kid fics should be!

Three Nights

RWRB Fic. Sequel to Three Days!

Rewrite the Stars

RWRB Fic. Amnesia Henry! Amnesia takes place during the polo match.

Desperado

Destiel Fic. Fix it where Dean doesn't die and they retire. Of course Cas gets saved... what do you think I am a monster??

Kiss The Angel

Destiel Fic. Jack goes to the empty to save Castiel. Makes a deal with the Empty that Dean will reciprocate Cas love confession (with the catch of him not remembering Cas' confession) by the time the sun sets on the third day... or the Empty can have him too. Yes its a Little Mermaid themed fic :)

Make it Better

WangXian Fic. 5+1 fic. Five times LWJ uses WuJi on WWX and one time WWX uses it on LWJ! :)

Drunk XiChen Fic

WangXian Fic. Because one drunk Twin Jade of Lan is not enough apparently.

(boy, I am killing it with these summaries... I KNOW!)

Practical Cultivation

WangXian Fic. A Practical Magic themed fic! :)

Sympathy For the Devil's Spawn

Lucifer Fic. Season 6 fix it! Rory is stuck in a hell loop (the whole she goes back to confront her dad, makes him "abandon" her, rinse and repeat BS that was the series ending) but in reality he was there and a part of her life and HAPPY, but she thought she ruined his life by being born so she goes to hell to learn about him and gets trapped in a hell room :)

just a little while

Gallavich Fic. Gallavich take Liam after the series finale and are amazing uncles to Franny and Frank! its just a cute fic with some angst! I will finish it soon i SWEAR

IDEAS!

Arthur POV

RWRB Fic. probably will be a 5+1 of Arthur finding out about his cancer and spending time with his family up to the end. or something sappy shit like that!

The Puppy Trap

RWRB Fic. Yes another David fic with The Parent Trap theme!!

Henry and Oscar Fic

RWRB Fic. SOOOOOO what if they like bond over losing their dads.... that sounds bittersweet and delicious... right?? :)

Nutcracker Fic

RWRB Fic. @meraki-yao this one is for you! <3 and like... is self explainatory.

NoteBook Fic

RWRB Fic. Again self explanatory. Angst and angst and so much ANGST! but in a good way!

Practical Cultivation FirstPrince

RWRB Fic. I don't even know how to make this work... but I need to make this work!

Clap Your Hands If You Believe

WangXian Fic. Think how the kids bring Tinkerbell back to life... but make it WWX and restoring his golden core! :)

AAAND I think thats all... omg Imma have carpel tunnel from typing this!!!!

No Pressure Tagging: @onthewaytosomewhere @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @scripted-downfall and @taste-thewaste <3

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Hey :) does anyone have a lpmg spn series fic to binge that you recommend?

Could be a Sam or Dean or Cas fic I don't mind

That could happen in the world of spn but it isn't a show rewrite

Thanks <3

I'm gonna make some assumptions, and if I'm wrong, you're gonna have to send me another ask to clarify. First, I'm guessing that lmpg is a typo and is meant to be long. Second, I'm assuming you're looking for reader inserts and not ship fics. Third, I'm going to assume that you are okay with poly fics, because I hate to choose just one member of TFW, and poly fics are all the bee's erogenous zones, not just the bee's knees. Finally, I'm pretty sure you want canon-compliant fics, not AUs. If any of these assumptions are wrong, send me another ask and I'll change my answers!

Looking for canon-compliant (or at least, world-compliant) epic tales with awesome reader-insert characters who fall in bed (and sometimes in love) with various members of Team Free Will, sometimes all of them. I'll start with my own masterlist because it's what I'm most familiar with. 🤣

Cracker Jack Prize - 87k words - My first ever piece of fiction, and it shows. Not a reader insert, but it reads like one (2nd person POV). Myka gets with everyone in this one! It's very Mary Sue, and it's formatted poorly on AO3, but it has my favorite Cas smut scene I ever wrote.

Oasis - 46k words - My answer to the question, "After Cas freaks out the hooker at the den of iniquity, how would YOU get him to relax and seduce him?" No Sam lovin' in this one, but some super hot Dean, and a threesome scene! (A little dubcon in one scene.)

A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel For Sam Winchester) - 70k words - After Oasis, I needed some Sam lovin'. And some angst, apparently.

Third Wheel - 64k words - This comes closest to a series rewrite, as it closely follows season 6. I challenged myself to write a fuck ton of fucking. Soulless Sam helped. And then Dean got involved.

Those are all of my epic TFW fics. If you also like John, I've got two more epic tales involving him. Except for one AU fic (Priest!Cas with some Sam on the side - another long fic)), everything else in my masterlist is also canon-compliant, just shorter. 🤣

I tried to search my blog for fics, but discovered that I don't have a tag for series, sadly. So, I went through my AO3 bookmarks. Here are a couple fics from other folks:

Toil and Trouble by @littlegreenplasticsoldier - 70k words - Dean x Reader - It's Cat!Dean and a psychic connection. Need I say more? So much angst and pining and silly Dean as a cat. He knows how to weaponize his ability to lick his own butt. 🤣 (Honestly, just binge-read all of Ally's stuff. It's SO WORTH IT!!)

From The Wreckage by @sp-oops - 22k words - Destiel x reader - I love all of Sp-oops's Destiel x Reader stuff, and I wish there was more of it!!! Set in episode 12x01, with flashbacks to 11x23 and Dean going off to kill Amara.

Collared by @spnexploration - 40 chapters, so it's a long one - Dean x reader - A witch turned you into a mindless slave. Dean and Sam save you.

Tattered by @stusbunker - 11 chapters - Dean x reader, Sam x reader, A/B/O - So much angst!!! Adding the A/B/O world to canon stuff just makes it all so angsty!! And smutty!

I just went looking for Not Unless Sam Says by @spectaculacularsammy and discovered that both the writer and the fic are completely gone and I'm crushed. I'm off to go cry about how the world is a much worse place because of this loss. 😭😭😭

If I think of any others, I'll come back and add them, In the meantime, maybe someone else can add some? I know I'm forgetting some that are here on Tumblr because my brain is Swiss cheese.

[corancoranthemagicalman]

cor what’s your favorite destiel post-confession fic? i’m on a kick right now

Oh, well I personally love (How Am I Supposed To) Carry On by CBlue for no particular reason <3

Kidding, kidding! Gosh, there's just so many good ones that it's hard to pick one. So here's several:

now, baby, I'm sure by allyellow

it's been a hot minute since I've read this one, and I like a proper dunce made no indication on my bookmark what I loved about it, so I had to reread it. It's cute and also bittersweet, so mind the tags (happy ending tho, promise!) It's a post-fixed everything post-confession type. And lakehouse <3

Enhanced Extraction Techniques by goldenraeofsun

post-confession rescue fic!! I love this take on the Empty as a shifting landscape, so it gets it's spot here.

and you can use my skin by unicornpoe

ily unicornpoe sO MUCH. This one is about contactttt baby <3 <3 (no finale, post-confession.)

Love Languages by tiamatv for Bluebox_Parchment

ily tiamatv SO MUCH. Another post-series of these post-confessions. Cas just keeps saying I love you!!! It's fun!! Tiamatv is really good at breaking Dean's brain <3

Speak Silence No More by rea_of_sunshine for Mere_Mortifer

Dean rescues Cas but he's an idiot about it!! Huzzah!

we'll find a new home by sleepyvan

Post-series post-confession. I'mma just remind you this is the one that goes, "It is a middle school romance just as much as it is the romance that killed God, and it quietly rends them the closer they get to one another."

The Goldenrod Revisions by aethylas

One of my favorites. I don't reread it often enough because it is a THREE EPISODE REWRITE TO THE ENTIRE SERIES END. So picks up from Despair and goes on. LOVE IT. It's sO GOOD and burns so slow. Like I kept shaking my screen!! WHERE IS THE ANGEL!!!! but it was SUCH a satisfying read.

And Neither Do You by callsigntango ( @withclawsandsympathy )

this one is great too. GROSS in an amazingly compelling way (i.e. the Empty is MONSTROUS.) But it's fun!! like Carry On happens but Dean doesn't die and the story continues on from there.

Letters to Nowhere by Goodluckdetective (scorpiontales)

I'll finish this already too long list for a singular favorite with this one. I reread it often, and can't recommend it enough. Again, post-series fix it (and most of the post series just straight up ignore Carry On lol), but this is from Sam's perspective. Really gentle, and plays into the Orpheus and Eurydice thing.

So. Yknow. "favorite". Spills several on you. HA!

I'd like to know what YOUR favorite post-confession fic is <3

[sidecarghost]

15x18+ Spn Coda Happy Destiel Ending Fic

Dean was in a hospital bed. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. There were no doctors, but Sam brought him here to take advantage of the medical equipment. He found his brother like a corpse with his eyes open sitting with his back against the wall of the bunker’s dungeon.

Chuck stopped by now and then to make sure Sam and Jack still looked miserable. They had not disappointed Chuck yet.

Jack could visit Dean’s dreams, and he brought Sam too in an attempt to awaken Dean. But Dean was blind to their presence. No matter how loud they screamed, Dean couldn’t hear them. And Dean couldn’t feel them, no matter how violently they hit him.

From what Sam could tell Dean was dreaming they were working with Michael to take Chuck down. And that Jack had some kind of power vacuum ability. Michael and Lucifer were throwing fireballs at eachother like a couple kids having a snowball fight. Lucifer somehow snapped Death out of existence, and now they had a pet dog running around the Bunker.

“It’s not supernatural, Sam,” Jack said. “I can’t fix him.”

“I know,” Sam held his brother’s hand and watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. “That Heaven he is stuck in is so depressing though Jack. Jeez I can’t believe our dad is there with him. John definitely didn’t deserve to go to Heaven after the shit he pulled. Then Dean was talking like he was an actor from the AU where our lives were a tv show on that bridge. It’s just so bizarre I wish we could ease his mind.”

“Me too, but what can we do?” Jack asks.

“Something must have happened to Cas,” Sam says, “Dean keeps starting the same dream over and over telling the dream us that Cas saved him. By summoning the Empty somehow.”

“Cas had made a deal with the Empty. Maybe that let him summon the Empty here,” Jack said. Sam raised an eyebrow in question, so Jack explained the terms of the deal to Sam. The deal was a contract to save Jack’s soul, and the Empty would wait until Cas was happy and then strike him down and drag him away.

“So maybe the Empty has something to do with Dean going catatonic,” Sam says.

Sam and Jack watch the still body of Dean in the hospital bed.

They were the last three souls on an empty planet.

~~

Jack started performing the ritual he had seen Nick do to summon Lucifer from the Empty.

As the spell finished, Cas and Billie, emerged through a portal from the Empty.

Sam was surprised to see Billie and after glancing towards Jack it looked like he was too.

“Jack!” Cas hugged Jack and then Sam. “Hello Sam, where’s Dean?”

“He’s gone into a coma Cas,” Sam tells Cas. “We found him sitting against the bunker’s dungeon wall, and he hasn’t been responsive since then.”

“We have business Castiel,” Billie tells the angel.

“Billie, the CE, and I have decided Chuck needs to be stopped, and we have put aside our differences for the time being,” Cas says. “Jack can you help Billie with whatever she needs. Sam, show me where Dean is.”

Jack and Billie find Chuck and use a powerful spell that Billie learned from the CE to free Amara so she becomes the dominant form and Chuck is left trapped inside her mind for safe keeping. Amara snaps her fingers and the Rapture is undone. The world is full of noise once more as people and animals once again appear as though they had never left.

Amara tells Billie and Jack that she needs to leave and work to get Heaven fixed. Now that she understands light and darkness she is confident she can restore what her brother left broken. And she has ideas that may help the CE in the Empty too.

Billie thanks Jack for his help and leaves to restore order to her library and her reapers.

~~

Meanwhile, Sam took Cas to the hospital room. Dean was still staring at the ceiling. Cas walked up and cupped Dean’s face in his hand.

“Hello Dean,” Cas says softly staring down into the blank eyes of the man he loves.

Dean remained motionless. And a moment later Cas appeared in Dean’s dream.

Cas looked around and saw he was at a gas station. Dean was carrying a dog towards the Impala.

“Who would think finding a dog would be a miracle?” Cas overhears Dean tell the canine.

“Dean!” Cas yells.

Dean looks up, but he doesn’t see Cas. He looks right through Cas to something across the street. Cas turns and sees Chuck standing there laughing like a lunatic. The dog disappears in a puff of smoke.

Cas can’t get Dean’s attention. He runs up to Dean, but Dean can’t see him. He yells at Dean, but Dean can’t hear him. He punches Dean, but Dean can’t feel him.

Cas attempts to burn down the church where Michael is hiding but no one reacts to the raging inferno. They keep talking about some plan to defeat Chuck.

“Stop Dean!” Cas yells “Its not Chuck. Michael would be dead Chuck isn’t going to be fooled by some human house of worship.”

Dean is in the bunker, and Cas follows him through his dream never leaving his side. Dean hears the phone ring and answers “Cas!”

Cas wonders if he’s about to meet his dream self. He wonders if dream Cas is going to be taller. Cas watched Dean sprint up the stairs to meet him at the bunker door. And he sees Lucifer?

Well at least Lucifer is an enemy they have confidently beaten before. Cas ignores dream Lucifer and starts looking through the lore while dream Michael and dream Lucifer engage in some embarrassing snowball fight. Cas tries to tune it out while he searching desperately for something in the library that could help Dean’s condition.

Suddenly they are all at the side of a lake. Chuck killed Michael. And now he was beating the snot out of Sam and Dean. Cas tried to put his body as a shield between Chuck and the Winchester’s but no one was affected by his presence. Cas screamed in bitterness and frustration, but no one paid attention to him. Jack walked over and knocked Chuck down. Cas was relieved that Dean wasn’t getting hit anymore.

They got into the Impala and drove to some town. Jack made people appear and then Jack disappeared. Sam and Dean drove to the bunker. Dean drank himself to sleep and Cas watched over him.

The brothers started working a case and Cas watched in horror as a vampire in a mask pushed Dean into a spike.

Cas couldn’t watch Dean die not even in a dream. Cas grabbed his angel blade and slit his own throat. Cas was cutting his grace out. He hoped that if Dean had angel grace he’d snap out of it. Cas began to feel light headed from the quick drop in power.

Cas knelt down on the barn floor. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Dean smiling at him. The dream vampires and dream Sam all had disappeared. Cas and Dean were alone in the dark barn. Dean looked unhurt to Cas.

“Cas, why are you hurt?” Dean asked.

“You are in a coma Dean. I couldn’t wake you, and I thought angels don’t sleep. So I wanted to give you my grace,” Cas said.

Dean knelt down beside Cas, and put Cas’s hand to his own neck. “Heal yourself Cas!” Dean said with worry furrowed on his brow.

“I can’t Dean. I gave it all. I’m human now.” Cas smiled. Cas knew his situation was dire and now he’d bleed out. But he got to see his Dean again, and he couldn’t help from smiling. “I thought I lost you. Dean, does this barn remind you of the night we met?”

“Forget about the memories Cas. I want the real you. I’ve been stuck in this dream over and over. And I knew if I could just find you I’d snap out of it. You can’t leave buddy. We just found each other again. I thought you were gone forever. Because you never told me goodbye before,” Dean whispers to Cas. Dean puts his own hand over Cas’s throat and to his surprise his hand glows and Cas’s throat is healed.

“Cas, what the fuck?” Dean asks Cas.

“Uhh, you have my grace so now you have angelic powers.” Cas tells Dean.

“I don’t want them, Cas. Can I give them back? How do I fix this?” Dean asks. Dean stands up and offers Cas his hand to help him up.

“There is nothing to fix, Dean. I don’t need those powers anymore. I’d like to live a human life.” Cas looks at Dean.

“Cas, I think losing you. It broke something inside me. Everytime I lose you it gets harder for me to recover. When you pulled me out of Hell, I was torturing souls and I enjoyed it. Ever since then I’ve been barely keeping it together. I close my eyes and see myself ripping limbs off of humans with a smile on my face. Cas, you are the only one that knows that and still loves me. You have seen me at my worst and love me for me.” Dean tells Cas.

“Who you were then, that’s not who you are now. That doesn’t define you,” Cas says. “You—” Dean leans in to kiss Cas on the lips. Then Dean pulls back and looks at Cas. Cas appears totally astonished, and Dean smiles at Cas because he’s beautiful and amazing.

“I love you, Cas. I never believed in angels or a greater power before we met. I only believed in the things I could see. But then I met you Cas. You gave up Heaven, and everything you had ever known because you believed in doing the right thing. You believed in us. You fought for us.” Dean said, “You are more than an angel to me. You are my Cas.” Dean wraps his arms around Cas. “Cas, can we get out of here?”

“Yes Dean, you just need to wake up,” Cas says.

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Cas blinks and is back in the hospital with Dean and Sam. The hospital also has nurses and technicians walking along the hallways.

“Hey Cas! It looks like the Rapture got reversed.” Sam looks at Cas. “Um... any luck with Dean?”

“Yes Sam, actually Dean was the one that pulled me out of the dream,” Cas said.

“Oh wow really?” Sam walked over to the side of Dean’s bed and leaned over to see if there was any change in Dean. Dean’s eyes were still open and looking on the ceiling. Then Sam felt an arm grab his shoulder and shake him, and Sam found himself flinching involuntarily.

“Got you!” Dean laughed.

“Go to hell,” Sam rolled his eyes and then leaned in to hug his brother.

Dean hopped out of bed, and asked Sam if he could borrow his knife. Sam nods and hands his brother his blade. Then Sam announces he has a text from Eileen, and he’ll be back in a bit.

“Where’s Jack?” Dean asks.

“Here I am,” Jack appears in the room. An orderly screams. “Oh don’t worry I’m a magician, and that was part of my magic act,” Jack tells the frightened orderly.

Dean grabs a specimen cup out of a drawer and slices his neck. The grace drips into the specimen cup. After it’s filled Dean replaces the lid on the jar.

“Dean, I meant it before I don’t want my grace back,” Cas says.

Jack reaches out to heal Dean’s neck. “Here Jack can you keep this in a pocket dimension for safe keeping?” Dean hands Jack the jar.

Jack nods his head and disappears. Another orderly screams but the first orderly explains it’s part of a magic act.

“I’m glad you still don’t want your grace,” Dean walks over to Cas and reaches out to hold his hands. “I’m ready to try new things. The stress of hunting has been wearing me down. I’m running on adrenaline and I am barely coping anymore. I’m too tired to feel anything but anger most of the time. I want to find some peace, and I’d like to grow old with you Cas.”

“And I’d like to grow old with you, Dean Winchester.” Cas says.

They share a kiss and then another. “Dean if we’re still in your coma, I don’t want to wake up,” Cas says.

“No Cas, we’re not dreaming. This is real. We’re real,” Dean tells Cas while punctuating the answer with kisses under his jawline. “And now that we have each other, nothing can drag us apart.”

[sammy-my-luv]

@thecwspn fuck you.

You silenced gay characters.

Your writers wrote a story involving a relationship between two men, and rather then let that exist, you cut together a sloppy ass finale that left most of your fans unsatisfied.

This is not “going where the story takes you” this is not “catering to the fans”. This is outright fucking homophobia.

You use your platform to promote LGBTQ communities, you make videos about “daring to defy” and accepting all sexualities, yet you silence a voice that could’ve helped this message-all for money.

People are seeing your mistake. People are seeing what you have done, how you have silenced a community already so often pushed aside. You can’t hide from this or deny this. You really messed up. So many people have been hurt by this, whether you know it or not.

I’m not upset because it didn’t become canon. I’m not upset because I didn’t get to see my shop get together. I’m upset because you decided to turn your bigotry and intolerance onto a story and censor it, therefore telling thousands of your viewers that being who you are doesn’t matter.

We should “dare to defy” because it helps your company right? But your characters, oh no, it doesn’t apply to them.

This is wrong. You are wrong, and the whole world can see it. This isn’t just a bunch of fan girls being pissed off by a series ending. This is people being mad at your utter ignorance.

Listen. Get better. Learn from this mistake. Try to fix it, if there’s even a way. Tell the story you were supposed to tell.

Sincerely, a fan

[classycoffeecat]

Trailer for Hallmark's "Dashing in December"

Ngl... feeling a bit FERAL!

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Here is the link to the trailer for your equal enjoyment and despair...

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Update on the great American divorce...

Hallmark gets the LGBTQ community, SPN gets homophobia, bury your gays, etc.

[wildflowerwattpad0217]

Honestly I can't stop thinking about that supernatural ending and how much I hate it.

Nobody:

Me rn:

[megafrost4]

Day 28 of the Supernatural Deserved Better Creative Challenge by @foundfamily4eva​

LAST TIME - Dean is done with hunting, and honestly, they could’ve kept their stupid vampire plot point if they wanted to if they JUST DID THIS

[shipsandlattes]

Alright you lot, because I love you, I hope this will help ease the pain a little.