#Ever had a horrible demon that uses u as a vessel??

[deadmcnwalks]

"Having a demon in your head feels like something is constantly screaming at you..."

[demonsofhunting]

"That's My Boyfriend!"

( A Destiel One Shot )

Summary: Dean wakes up in a foreign environment. He's hurt and can't remember anything. And he isn't alone.

Warnings: a good amount of angst, fluffy ending ( aka one of my fav things to do XD )

Words: 1500

A/N: What even is the layout of this title?! I'm so sorry guys, tumblr is being a bitch lately. XD Anyway, have some sweet angst to get you through the day, some cuteness included. I'm a sucker for Cas protecting/saving his fav human... *dreamy sigh*

[ This is very lose connected to season 9, so the conflict between Crowley and Abbadon is mentioned, but you don't need to know the season to read this fic♡ ]

I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

Dean struggles to open his eyes. Pain pulses in the back of his head, his body feels like he's paralysed. He coughs, quietly. After a couple of heavy breaths, he finally manages to clear his sight. He's lying on the ground, his head resting on his right shoulder. It's a floor made of wood, probably of an old, empty house. It's full of spiderwebs and dirt, so he's pretty sure about the 'empty' part. Spiderwebs, dirt and...blood.

There's much blood on the floor too.

Dean blinks, his thoughts are crawling through his head in slow motion.

Where the hell am I?

He tries to remember, but he can't. There's just a big, blank space.

Fuck.

He moans, trying to move. He manages to raise his right hand, but cries out as the pain flashes through his whole body.

Why does it hurt so much? What's wrong with me?!

Dean starts to panic, he can already feel his heart beating faster. He sweats, everything is about to black out again.

Don't you dare to pass out! Calm down, Dean! You need to focus.

He tries to slow his breathing, carefully. Then he counts to three, silently, and pulls himself in a sitting position. It hurts like hell and doesn't work at all, but at least he manages to lift his head a little to look around. He blinks until his stupid sight stops to be blurry, and scans the room within a few seconds.

Oh shit.

There are bodies on the floor.

Many bodies.

Demons. Their eyes are burned out, seems like some of them were additionally stabbed with an angel blade too.

They're all more than just a little dead.

It's about five or six of them, the blood of their dead vessels is still running over the floor, thick and disgusting.

Did I kill them? How?

Apart from the painful noise in Dean's head, it's absolutely quiet in the room. Too quiet.

There are a couple of windows, but they're all boarded up. Only a few sunrays are crawling through the small cracks. Dean looks down in himself, checking how bad he's hurt.

Well...I kinda fucked up, did I?

He did. His clothes are full of blood too, his flannel and his jacket are in shreds.

"Son of a bitch," he rasps, coughing. There are cuts all over his body. It seems like somebody wanted to carve words in his skin and messed up, horribly.

No wonder I feel like somebody tried to peel my skin off.

He inspects his hands, and can't hold back a little gasp. There are big, aching bruises on his wrist, just like he had been tied up, roughly.

What the -

He shakes his head, suddenly mad at himself for not remember anything that happened to him. The last thing he knows is that he was on a hunt with Cas, nothing serious just a little demonic accident in a small town. Sam stayed at the bunker, trying to find out something about angels and stuff. Since they fell, they have been nothing but a pain in the ass.

And now I'm here with one of the heaviest hangovers I've ever had. Awesome.

Dean decides to think about the weird circumstances later. He has anything but time for that now. The elder Winchester listens again, carefully.

Silence.

"Well," he mutters, already preparing himself for a great amount of pain, " Let's get out of here."

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It's way more difficult than it seems, to walk on your own feet while feeling like you have been run over by at least four trucks. Dean makes a face, trying to pull the old door open, that hopefully leads to the floor of the old house. He sticks his head out first, one hand already longing into the the inner bag of his jacket. The floor is dirty and empty, fortunately. His weapons are gone, of course, and he finds nothing.

Well, it was worth a try.

Dean sneaks down the floor, always close to the wall in case he needs something to hold on. His heart beats, loudly.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins, actually it's the only thing that keeps him up right now.

At the end of the hall, there's another heavy, wooden door. The elder Winchester leans against it, carefully, his hand already on the door handle. It opens with a loud creak. Dean narrows his eyes, expecting thousands of demons to run him over.

But nothing happens.

The hunter sighs in relief, and pushes the door open, eventually.

His heart skips a beat as he takes a look inside the room behind.

There are feathers, oh so many feathers. They're covering the floor, mixed with liters of light blood. Dean feels like he needs to throw up. Right now.

His knees are giving in, and he falls to the ground. His whole body is shaking.

Suddenly, he remembers something.

He remembers that he wasn't the only one who was brought here.

Cas.

There's a rumbling noise coming from the open door to the room next to the one with the massacre on the ground. Dean winces, his head flows up.

A shadow crawls over the ground near the doorstep, becoming smaller and smaller. And then someone clutches the frame with bloody hands, pulling himself into Dean's sight, slowly.

"Hello, Dean," a hoarse voice says, and suddenly, all the hunter wants is to cry in relief.

"Cas!" he cries out, trying to get on his feet, ignoring the pain, "What the hell is going on? What happened here? A demonic orgy that turned out to be a gigantic massacre or what?"

Cas sticks his head into the room, his blue eyes being a heavy contrast to all the blood that covers his trenchcoat. He looks pretty tired, squinting his eyes.

"I don't understand what you mean, Dean," he mutters then, walking over to the hurt hunter, pulling him in a big hug. After that, he kisses his forehead, softly. Dean collapses in his arms. He looks up to the other, diving into the blue seas that are his eyes.

"What are you doing here? Where is Sammy? What happened?" he repeats, his voice is almost breaking.

Cas swallows, tugging Dean closer.

"It's okay," he begins, "It's over."

Dean nods: "I can see that. But - "

"They were after us and I didn't see them coming. It was a bunch of demons, powerful ones. Abbadon sent them, I think."

Dean winces. "Oh hell no. I hate this stupid bitch. The next time I see her she will be dead before she hits the ground!" he growls in frustration.

Cas sighs: "That was exactly what you said last time. And the time before that time. And - "

"Okay, okay, I get it. Just ignore my stupid comments and go on," he interrupts the angel, trying to hide the pain that still pulses through his body like there are flaming swords carving through his insides.

"They brought us here. They separated us, tortured us without any reason. Believe me, you don't want to see what my wings look right now. I broke free, and managed to kill them all. Obviously, they didn't thought that I would be powerful enough to beat them," he continues, seriously, "And well, it seems like Crowley isn't any longer the king of hell. Seems like Abbadon claimed his job. That could be why she was in charge of so many demons. And she has a thing for you, Dean. It makes me more than just a little uncomfortable, and I have no idea what you said to her to make her that mad at you, but..."

He looks down at Dean, making a face.

The hunter shrugs, wincing a little: "Maybe I said that she's an ugly whore. I mean, she obviously is one."

Cas cocks his head, a small smile on his lips, on of his hands touching Dean's forehead, gently.

After a heartbeat, all the pain is gone and the hunter relaxes.

"Thanks, honey," he mutters, giving the angel a small kiss. Cas chuckles, quietly.

"Where is she now?" Dean asks, eventually. The angel hesitates.

"I couldn't find her. Seems like she was too busy carving things in your...your skin to hear me killing her people. As soon as she noticed, she knocked you unconscious and fled. God, I'm so glad that you're alive, Dean," he mumbles.

"Yeah, I'm glad to," the hunter adds, thoughtfully. He licks his lips.

Cas swallows: "Uh, this isn't my blood by the way. Just in case you were worried." He looks down on his filthy clothes. Dean laughs, softly.

"What did you do in that room?" he asks, pointing in the direction where Cas came from. The angel tilts his head.

"There is a telephone in it. I informed Sam. Maybe they will be after him, next time. We need to be prepared," he tells the other, nodding, slowly.

"That's my boyfriend!" Dean chuckles, kissing his angel again.

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Aaaand that's it! Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

Feel free to tell me if you found mistakes, too. I know that this is far from perfect. ♡

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[we-shall-remain]

The Young King and the Golden Demon

Fifteen, he was fifteen when they made him king. His father, David, had grown old and was dying and he had named Solomon his heir, even though his son was neither the oldest nor the most experienced.

However, Solomon was wise and as he was crowned king, he understood why his father had wept and clung to Abishag in his final days.

The House of David was pulling itself apart at the seams.

Solomon's siblings were like jackals. Half of them wanted to assassinate him and the other half wanted to kiss up to him, each of them jockeying for position in the new order. Even Solomon's mother, Bathsheba, sat like a Persian cat upon a cushion, horribly smug and proud of herself for twisting David's heart to make her son king.

Solomon, young, wise Solomon, would try to do right by his father and become a king that upheld Israel and Judah. However, he decided early on that he needed help, someone he could trust that wasn't so self serving. Someone powerful.

For even in his extended family there was corruption, his uncles and cousins, everyone each out for themselves, and it both sickened and sadden the young man. Thus, he set out to make the change his father had wished for but couldn't, not with his waning strength.

So, the young mage king sat within his focus circle and triangle, his summoning circle etched in front of him as he stretched out his hand. He needed someone to be on his side, to protect him and all those he truly cared for, to give him advice when he thought himself in circles.

He needed a warrior, a servant, but most importantly, he needed a friend.

So he began, the circle, the triangle, the hexagram, pentagram, his ring, his vessel and his seal.

He spoke thus:

“Thee I invoke, the Bornless one.

Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Heavens,

Thee, that didst create the Night and the day.

Thee, that didst create the darkness and the Light.

Thou art Osorronophris,

Whom no man hath seen at any time.

Thou art Iabas,

Thou art Hipos,

Thou hast distinguished between the just and the unjust.

Thou didst make the female and the male.

Thou didst produce the seed and the fruit?

Thou didst form men to love one another, and to hate one another.

I am Solomon Thy Prophet, unto Whom Thou didst commit Thy Mysteries, the Ceremonies of Jahveh:

Thou didst produce the moist and the dry, and that which nourisheth all created Life.

Hear  Thou Me,  for  I  am  the  Angel of Apophrasz,  

Osor-Ronophris: this is Thy True Name, handed down to the Prophets of Israel and Judah

Hear Me, Thiao, Reibet Atheleberseth, Blatha, Abeu, Eben.

Phi, Chitasoe, Ib, Thiao.

Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me:

so that every Spirit of the  Firmament and of the Ether:

upon the Earth and under the Earth,

on dry Land and in the Water,

of Whirling Air, and of rushing Fire,

and every Spell and Scourge of God may be obedient unto Me.

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible God,

Who dwellest in the Void Place of the Spirit,

Arogogorobrao, Sochou, Modorio, Phalarchao,

The Bornless One: Hear Me

Hear Me Thahebyobeeatan, Auramoth, Roubriao, Mariodam, Tholeth, Abrasax, Balbnabaoth, Assalonai, Aphniao, Aeooii, Ischure, Mighty and Bornless One!

I  invoke Thee Thahaaotahe. Barraio, Ioel, Kotha, Athorebalo, Abraoth:

Hear me! Aoth, Abaoth, Basum, lsak, Sabaoth, Lao,

This is the Lord of the Gods,

This is the Lord of the Universe,

This is He Whom the Winds fear.

This is He, Who having made Voice by His Commandment, is Lord of All Things; King, Ruler and Helper.

I  am He! the Bornless Spirit!

Having sight in the Feet: Strong, and the Immortal Fire!

I  am He! the Truth!

I  am He! Who hate that evil should be wrought in the World!

I  am He, that lighteneth and thundereth.

I am He, from whom is the Shower of the Life of Earth:

I am He, whose mouth ever flameth:

I am He, the Begetter and Manifester unto the Light:

I  am He; the Grace of the World:

"The Heart Girt with a Serpent" is My Name!

Come Thou forth, and follow Me: and make all Spirits subject unto Me so that every Spirit of the Firmament, and of  the Ether:

upon the Earth and under the Earth:

on dry land, or in the Water:

of  whirling Air or of rushing Fire:

and every Spell and Scourge of  God, may be obedient unto me!  

Such are the Words!

Come! Goetia!”

As he spoke, his circle had begun to glow a bright crystalline light, growing brighter and brighter as something began to form in it's center; both liquid and light and golden. As he finished, calling forth the final name, it was as if the bubble of light and water popped, the shine dimming until what appeared to be a sunbeam hovered there, glowing in the quiet room.

It had no form, but Solomon knew when it looked at him and suddenly, it spoke into his mind; 72 different voices and thoughts and feelings bombarding the young mage with a single question.

“Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? who are You? who Are you? who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? u? Who are-are you? whoYou? w Are you? u? Who are you? Who are you? who are You? who Are youu? Who are you? Who are you? who are You? who Are you?”

Solomon gasped and clammed his hands over his ears because it was to much, to many at once, he felt that he would go mad, tears filling his eyes from the sudden pain.

“Stop! Stop! Please, I call f-for silence! Please!”  

The voices stopped instantly, snuffed out like a candle flame. They were silent for a moment, watching, and then one voice came forth; a joined consciousness that the young mage could know them by. It was a gentle, young voice of a man, close to Solomon in age, curious and soft as a butterfly wing.

“Who are you, master?” Goetia asked.

Solomon sat up carefully from where he'd fallen instinctively, slowly lowering his hands from his ears at that single; beautiful voice.

“I am Solomon,” he replied, “Son of David, son of Jesse. I am... King of Israel and Judah.”

“King?” the voice came and Solomon could imagine the being tilting his head, “You are young for a king, although not the youngest we've seen. Why have you brought us to you, King Solomon?”

Solomon hesitated for a second, for he was speaking with demons, spirits, and they could be tricky at times and vicious at the worst times but, he had needed someone to trust so...

“As... as you say, I am young for a king,” he began, “My father just recently passed away and I... I am afraid. I need someone to rely on, someone I can trust to protect me and...”

“Do you wish for someone to love, young king Solomon?” Goetia asked, and Solomon blushed, a soft pink upon his cheeks as he averted his eyes although it was clear that the answer was yes.

“Very well,” the sunbeam said, “We have never been summoned all at once before, you are an exceptionally strong mage, but we shall do our best to create a form that is pleasing to your eyes. Be still, please.”

So the king watched as the sunlight form reflected and refracted, deciding on how it should look and what went where. Eventually, a young man of 15 years stood before Solomon, a man with long golden hair and tan skin, handsome and fine in face and body, with warm carmine colored eyes. He had all the necessary parts too; eyes, nose, mouth, neck and shoulders, arms, belly, legs and...

Solomon stared, his blush rising even pinker and hotter then before because Goetia was completely and utterly naked! The young king squeaked and clamped his hands over his eyes this time, incredibly embarrassed and Goetia tilted his head to the side, confused.

“What is wrong?” he asked, curious, “Does this form not please you?”

Solomon sputtered, his hands still over his eyes.

“No, no, you're gorgeous! I mean its gorgeous! I mean, oh gosh...” he said, wilting with bashfulness and so shy. Goetia didn't seem to understand, for while his parts were as old as spirit itself, Goetia himself as a consciousness was new and young. Thus, he crouched in front of his master and reached forth to take Solomon's wrists in his warm hands, guide them away from the young king's eyes.

“Have no fear, master,” Goetia replied, lifting Solomon's hands to press reverent kisses to his ringed fingers, “We are as you wish us to be, thus we shall protect you, consul you, support you and love you as you have instructed. We are yours, now and forever.”

This did nothing to ease the pinkness of the king's face but he did feel relieved, his heart warmed a little as he threaded his fingers through Goetia's gently.

“Good,” he said softly, his smile light, “Let us get to work then.”

And Goetia nodded.

[seengularity]

Side by Side: Questions

Pairings: Sam x reader; Dean x reader (no wincest)

Warnings: Some talk about dead Charlie

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: After you realized your favorite show was no longer just a show, Sam and Dean work and try to get you back to where you came from.

Before extracting Lucifer from his vessel, something strange happened that made Sam and Dean think that you were the Nephilim.

Will Castiel kill you when he finds out? Or will Crowley get to you before Cas does? Will Sam and Dean find a way to get you back to your dimension?

Warning: this story takes place in Season 12. It does contain spoilers. You have been warned.

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"Never," he stated quickly.

"You didn't even think about it." You were a little upset by his quick response.

"I don't have to. Being open with myself and my psychic powers took me to a dark place. I did horrible things and it made me free Lucifer. So no, I would never do it again."

"Hm okay. Next question. If Amara gave you the chance to bring back your mom or your dad, who would you bring back?"

Sam waited to answer your question. You looked at him as you waited for his answer, and you could see that he was really thinking about what to say.

"That's a hard one. I never met my mother and only knew what she looked like from pictures I've seen. My father, well he was really tough on me, as you probably know. We had a love-hate relationship but I was hurt when he died for Dean."

He paused again and continued to think. You looked back at the road and waited patiently for his answer.

"My dad."

You raised your brows and looked back at him. "Your dad? Why?"

"When my mom came back, she was here for a few days and then decided to take off because she needed to adjust. I didn't even have enough time to get to know her. I mean, obviously she didn't care enough to stay, right?"

You nodded your head. He was right. If Mary cared more for her children than herself, she would've stayed and allowed her sons to help her adjust. Then again, she missed out on 22 years of her life. Just because she died, doesn't mean the world stopped turning. You understood that it could have been difficult for her. It was such a troubling episode for you.

"But she did come back," you told Sam. "She came back just like she said she was going to. Where is she by the way? I didn't see her at the bunker."

"She took a case in New York. She begged us not to come with her. She said she wanted to do this one on her own," Sam sighed as he finished his sentence and slightly frowned.

"At least you know where she is," you added.

Sam nodded his head in response and you sat back comfortably in the passenger seat. You felt like you were asking too many questions and decided to give it a rest.

Sam looked at you and laughed. "No more questions?"

You shook your head. "Nope," you said as you popped the 'P'. "At least not for now. I'll save the questions for later. I think I've asked enough."

"Okay my turn then. When did you start watching us?"

"In 2008. With two of my best friends. The show originally came out in 2005 but I was too late to the party and watched it on Netflix."

"Wow. 2005. That's the year Jess died." His voice became lower at the mention of Jess.

You tried to change the subject. You didn’t think you could bare to see him sad. "It was one of the best shows I've watched if that counts for anything."

Sam smiled, showing his teeth. "Really? That's pretty cute that you're our little fangirl."

You furrowed your eyebrows and turned towards him. "Cute? Becky was a fangirl and you thought she was scary."

He laughed out loud, his laugh filling the air and making your heart flutter. I love this man. "She also tied me to a bed with no pants or underwear on! Let's not forget that she made me drink some love potion to make me stay in love with her! And we got married!"

The two of you both laughed together and it felt good to talk and laugh with someone while you were in the situation that you were in. "That was pretty smart actually. I would've never thought of that. But I'm more impressed by how she even got you to drink that stuff."

"Okay I still have more questions," he began to say. "Who was your favorite character?"

You hesitated to answer. You didn’t want to say it was him because that would be embarrassing and may be a little stalkerish. But then again, you didn’t want to say Dean because it might hurt his feelings. It's definitely not Castiel anymore because he's annoying.

"You.” You quickly said. "Next question!"

"Woah, hold on there. I was your favorite? Why? I was a bad person. Like a villain."

You snorted. "A villain? You've done more good than bad. Just because people die when you don't want them to doesn't mean you're a bad person. You are such a brave person, Sam. Like you said, your demon powers took you to a dark place, but you pulled yourself out of that dark place. You always proved everyone wrong. Remember when they said you would die if you broke down those walls that covered the memories from when you were in hell? Guess what? You lived! You're a loving person for everyone you come in contact with and you love your brother so much. I could only wish to be half the person you are."

"Thanks Y/N." He rested his large hand on your thigh and your cheeks began to heat up. Thank goodness it was night out, otherwise he would have been able to see your red tomato face.

"One more question and then I'll be done." He removed his hand from your leg making you whimper inside from the loss of contact.

"What was the last episode you watched?"

"Oh, it was when Lucifer took over the President's vessel."

Sam slammed his foot on the breaks causing you to almost slide off the seat. Damn these classic cars not having any seat belts. "He did what?!" He screamed in your face and it almost made you scared to answer.

"Oh no! I wasn't supposed to tell you. It hasn't happened yet!" You exclaimed. You put your hands to your mouth to stop yourself from saying anything else.

"Y/N, did you just say that Lucifer took over the President's vessel?" Sam pulled your hands from your mouth, allowing you to talk clearly. His veins were practically sticking out on both sides of his neck and you swore he might actually explode.

You spoke. "Maybe." Your voice came out squeakier than you had intended it to.

"We need to get home. Now."

Sam made a sharp U-turn and headed back onto the street in the opposite direction of the clothes store.

"What about my clothes?" You stammered. You didn't want to wear the same clothes for a few more days.

"Charlie left some clothes at the bunker when she would stay the night. Since she wasn't ever able to take her clothes back home, they've been boxed up in a closet. You could wear those."

Those were the last words that were shared until the two of you reached the bunker.

"You said not to ask her what she knew because it would interfere with the freaking future! Dammit Sam!"

"We were asking each other questions! It was harmless. I didn't think it would lead to her telling me something that hadn't happened already Dean!"

Both men were arguing back and forth. You finally got your shower but now you were wearing a dead girls' clothes, not to mention her underwear too. You were sitting down at the table in the library watching the two men bicker back and forth like a married couple as you picked at a sandwich that you had made.

"So what do we do then? Ask her every detail?" Sam asked Dean.

Dean ran his fingers though his hair. You could tell he was stressed. He had to deal with finding out what Crowley wanted with you and now having to deal with Lucifer once again. This all felt like your fault.

"You know, I think I'll head to one of the rooms." You broke the silence.

"No, you're keeping your little ass right here," Dean said. "You need to tell us every detail about that last episode you watched of us."

"Every detail?! All I do is watch the show! I'm not the one who wrote it! Why don't you go ask the person who wrote the story line!"

"Unfortunately we can't! He's too busy being a brother to the freaking darkness." Dean sat down on a chair and sighed.

"Alright. Okay. I'll try my hardest to remember. It's a long episode so have your pen and paper ready."

[ao3-hipster-fangirl-trash]

For the carry on ask thing I really just want to say all of them😂. Or if that takes too long the ones you really want to answer😊 Sunglasses dude just because he's cooler than me

Banshee: What’s something you love so much that you just really want to run around and scream about?

Probably my best friend @thehatwhisperer caus she’s an awesome ‘mythic bitch’ who absolutely supports me through anything, like i can call her about the stupidest things crying and she will always help and console me and make me feel better about myself, no matter what time of day it is and it makes me feel so amazing.

Bonety Hunter: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever had to ‘hunt’ down in the store?

I once had to hunt down two giant boards of wood, three cans of white spray paint, a spool of wool and 600 nails for an art project, the poor cashier looked terrified caus these planks were like, A1 size, that’s really the weirdest thing ever.

Centaur: If you were a centaur, what would be your preferred weapon to fight people with?

Specialised bow and arrow FITE ME I’M AN AESTHETIC BITCH

Chimera: Have you ever sent a chimera after anyone? And if you haven’t, who would you love to send a chimera after?

I can’t exactly remember if sending a chimera is good or bad, and imma assume bad, so probably ever guy that ever tries to tell me that I’m bisexual when I specifically say that I’m pansexual, and then argues to me about what bi and pan is.

Demon: If you could choose any human to be the vessel for your demon soul, who would it be?

Tom Holland, caus A) he’s hot B) I could date harrison osterfield (If he’s bi/pan/gay/polysexual) C) TESSAAAAAA

Devils: What’s the evilest prank you really want to pull?

Pretending to date a dude and get my parents hopes up then make out with a girl in front of them.

Dragon: Does your pet a dragon breathe fire or ice?

Fire duh, he/she/they could warm me whilst i sleep and keep me safe, and be a great cuddler.

Dryad: Would you be a dryad that helps those who come seeking information or would you hide away in the trees and spy on everyone?

Probably hide in the trees and spy on everyone, knowing me i would chuck berries and them and think I’m being helpful too

Fairy: What type of fairy would you be? (A pizza fairy, a comfy sweater fairy, a rain fairy etc.)

A rain fairy, caus i fucking love rain, the dew drops that it leaves on leafs, the freezing cold winds and the beautiful sound against an iron sheet, rain is my shit dudes. Either that or a night fairy, because i adore the stars and when it is absolutely pitch black and you can literally see the milky way

Flibbertigibbet: Is that the sound you make when you sneeze? If not, what is it?

Either the loudest sound you have EVER HEARD IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE or the smallest noise ever there is no inbetween

Ghost: If you were a ghost, what’s the first thing you would do?

Meet celebrities and fucking haunt their hot asses, like just hang around tom holland and help him out and send him good vibes, or like open doors for tom hiddleston caus he’s so polite, he needs a polite ghost to pay him back for his loveliness

Goblin: How would you style your fabulous hair if you were a goblin?

Like storm from x-men except teal, caus that shits tight

***Goat: You recieve a baby goat as a birthday present; what do you name it?

SHIT PRESSURE I DON’T KNOW ok delilah, caus I’ll sing hey there delilah to her and i ain’t EVER HEARD OF A GOAT NAMED DELILAH

Gnome: If you could grow anything in your garden, what would it be?

Gryphon: Would you rather be an eagle, a lion, oR bOtH?!?!?

Kitchen Skink: If you were to fight a kitchen skink, would you win? (I’m sorry I have no idea what a kitchen skink is)

Leprechaun: What would you do with a duffel bag full of Leprechaun gold?

Well i’m half irish so probably take em out for a pint of Guiness and have a good time with em, chill out and be cool.

Manticore: Which would you rather have: shark teeth, bat wings, or a scorpion tail?

BAT WINGS MY DUDE THAT WOULD BE THE SHIT AND IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING COOL I COULD FLY AND JUST SCREAM AT PEOPLE AND FREAK THEM THE FUCK OUT

Mermaid: Under The Sea or Part of Your World?

Part of your world, i could sing that till i die i swear

Merewolves: What’s the grossest food you’ve ever eaten?

OK SO STORY TIME i used to live in france and there was this place where we got lunch, and once we got this horrible seafood stew, somehow the carrots were undercooked, the mussels were overcooked and chewy, and the fish was falling apart in the stew and tasted rotten, it made me throw up i hated it.

Minotaur: Are you good at solving mazes or do you totally suck?

I once ran through a maze as a kid and never made it to the centre, despite having gone super fast and been in it for like 3 hours

Ne’er-do-wolves: If you could be any magickal creature on this list, which would it be?

I’d be a fucking nymph no joke my dude they’re awesome for sure

Numpties: How do you feel about people sitting in the front seat when they were kidnapped by fucking numpties?

Absolutely disgraced, horrible, disgraceful

Nymph: Would you rather sing beautifully or dance beautifully?

Sing because fuck it i want to be a gorgeous singer, and if i can’t dance then someone can teach me yas

Ogres: What is your favorite movie? *cough* SHREK *cough cough*

THE MARTIAN AND A HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY FUCKING FITE ME

Phoenix: If you could explode into flames and come out completely unharmed anytime you wanted, what would you use that skill for?

Probably exams, if someone dies in an exam then everyone gets their predicted grades and i’m gonna help my buddies out, i joke about it sometimes but damn i would for my friends

Pixie: What would trail behind you if you were a pixie? (Sprinkles, bacon bits, rose petals, tiny skulls etc.)

Fucking lightning my dude, imagine you step on water and fucking lightning spreads on the surface of it that shit would be tight

Rakshasa: (Rakshasa means ‘protect me’ in Sanskrit) What does your name mean?

Sophie: wisdom/wise

Siren: What is the one thing Sirens could sing about that you would not be able to resist?

Self improvement, like if they offered acting classes or art improvement i’d go right over there like fuck the crew of my ship imma crash it and improve myself fuck em

Snow Devil: If you had a perfect snowball in your hand right now, what would you do with it?

Take a picture, then a video of me shoving it down my little brothers shirt and freezing the shit out of him

Sprite: Which would you rather be, a sprite that can breathe underwater or a sprite that can fly?

BREATHE UNDERWATER I COULD EXPLORE EVERYWHERE ONLY 5% OF THE OCEAN IS EXPLORED I WANT TO SEE WHAT’S THERE THAT WOULD BE SO COOL

Tooth Fairy: What do you think the Tooth Fairy does with all of those teeth?

I was always told they take the teeth and turn them into pearls and make beautiful mosaics from the different coloured pearls (this was in a kids book) but i also like the idea from rise of the guardians that they hold memories

Trolls: What’s your favorite phrase? (Example: Fuck a nine-toed troll)

“Aight my dudes”, that or “ah nipple fuck” i don’t know i just love the phrase

Unicorns: Would you be a pleasant and gentle unicorn that grants wishes or would you be a powerful kickass unicorn that stabs anyone who gets on their bad side?

Bit a both, pleasant to my friends or a complete asshole to anyone who insults them, these are my friends, hurt them and u get stabbed

Werewolf: Who is your favorite werewolf?

There was this one animatic of a werewolf who had a boyfriend and called him puppy and that would be my fave werewolf ever, like i might share it on here but it makes me happy af

Worseger: How do badgers personally impact your life? Could they get any ‘worse’?

Not really, badgers don’t ever really bother me and i don’t bother them

Wraith: Would wraiths be creeped out by you too?

Duh, i’m freaky as hell

Vampire: Who is your favorite vampire? (Besides our lovely Basilton of course)

Probably dracula’s ladies, like in the traditional story he has 3 beautiful women who entrance men to their deaths and they’re really kick ass to me

and you’re not wrong sunglasses are so kick ass

[deemoriarty]

The Religion Class and Lucifer

Paring: Luciferxreader, CrowleyxOFC, bro!Luciferxsis!OFC, readerxOFC [friendship]

Words: 1015

[Y/n] are sitting boredly in the back of class with her best friend Caroline. [Y/n] has [h/l] [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes, she has [s/c] skin with freckles like her older brother Dean. She is fit and she's 5'3 feet tall. She wears black jeans, black leather jacket, Batman's t-shirt, bovver boot, dog tag and she wears red lipstick and mascara. Caroline has long blackish brown wavy hair, bluish green eyes, pale skin and reddish pink lips. She is 5'5 feet tall and she's slim. She wears black skinny jeans, black bovver boots, red/black oversized flannel shirt, crown necklace and mascara. [Y/n] and Caroline are sixteen years old.

They're having Religion Class with priest Andrew.

"I don't understand why my dad, your mother and your stepfather want us to have this class. My family and I are hunters, your biological father is God and after school you work as criminal profiler for FBI, so I don't understand why they want us to have this stupid class with this bloody priest!" [Y/n] said.

"Neither do I. My brothers and sisters are angels and my boyfriend is King of Hell" answered Caroline.

“The devil is cruel, deceptive, and manipulative,” priest began lesson.

"Oh my father he is talking 'bout Luci" Caroline whispered to [Y/n]. "If they only know that Lucifer is your older brother and my boyfriend" [Y/n] whispered back.

“He is a hideous being---” priest continues. Have you even seen Lucifer? He was God’s favorite, the most beautiful. [Y/n] thought about her handsome boyfriend with his blond-haired vessel and bright blue eyes.

[Y/n]'s and Caroline's phones buzzed.

Lucifer: Hello luv. Hi little sis. How's RE? Carol: Horrible. He's talkin' 'bout u bro XD Lucifer: Haha XDD Seriously? Stupid mortals... Love how's RE? [y/n/n]: Hey maybe you and Caroline are immoral but I'm mortal... Anyway I can’t believe I’m taking this class. My dad is ridiculous. I obviously have a one-way ticket to hell ;) Lucifer: Of course, darling, how else would I see you after you die?

Then Caroline and [Y/n] began to laugh. Priest Andrew sent them a glare and began walking up the steps towards them and snatched their phones away. "What is so funny Ms Winchester and Ms Shurley that you both are laughing? Maybe you both want to share this with us" priest said. Caroline groaned and [Y/n] flushed as he read the messages out loud.

The class snickered and whispered, [Y/n] knowingly slammed her head against the desk and Caroline facepalmed herself, their class mates stared over at them disappointedly.

"Satan is evil bastrad and you are making fun of this!" He started yelling.

"Don't insults my brother! Only I can insults him you stupid pathetic mortal!" Caroline yelled back.

“Is this a joke to you?!” He yelled, getting close and clutching his fists together. [Y/n] looked up from her arms and gave a small smile.

“No, my boyfriend isn’t a joke.” [Y/n] replied sarcastically. “He’s Lucifer.”

“Satan is in you, child!”

"He was in me" [Y/n] said.

"And in me was demon who is King of Hell" Caroline winked suggestively.

"You little Bitch!" He yelled at Caroline.

Andrew’s fists turned white and he raised them at [Y/n] since she was closer to her, making her brace herself for impact. There was the flutter of wings, and a loud crunch, followed by a muffled scream.

Slowly, girls opened their eyes to see Crowley and Lucifer who is holding priest's fist in air.

"How you treat God's daughter, Satan's sister and future Queen of Hell and her best friend who is one of the best hunters in this country and Lucifer's love of life! You little shit!" Crowley yelled.

(In this fanfiction Crowley and Lucifer treat each other friendly because they love Caroline and they want her happiness XDD)

Everybody was silent before screaming and fussing around, trying to leave the locked doors.

You smiled up at Lucifer as your professor crumbled to the ground, clutching his fist. “W-Who the hell are you?!” He yelled.

Lucifer shrugged, he hugged Caroline quickly and pressed kiss to [Y/n]'s forehead. Crowley kissed Caroline passionately.

“Lucifer The Satan, of course. Or Luci, as my girlfriend and my little sister call me"

"And I am BLOODY CROWLEY king of Hell! And I make sure that after your death you'll come to Hell and I and my best demons will torture you!"

"You were going to hit my girlfriend for texting to me! If you ever laid hand on her or my sister I will burn you alive!” Lucifer pouted, ignoring the screams.

“Luci, can we go now?” [Y/n] inquired, shooting the priest a glare. “I’m bored just standing here.”

"Crowley I'm bored too... Can we go now too to your place?" Caroline asked Crowley.

"Of course my Queen" he wrapped his arms tightly and kissed her lips again. Crowley zap both of them to his bedroom and you can imagine what happened next ;)

(Coming back to class, Luci and [Y/n])

Lucifer smiled at his love and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down the steps and opening a door. Before the two of them could go, Lucifer stopped and smiled at everyone, who fell into silence at the handsome man’s evil smirk.

"If anyone of you ever speaks, acts, or even looks at [Y/n] and my sister wrong, I want all of you to know that you’ll have to deal with me and Crowley and you really don't want this to happen.”

He smirked, snapping his fingers, and the priest was on his feet, recovered. “Have a nice day,” Luci said with a evil smirk.

[Y/n] walked out the door, smiling as Lucifer took his cold hand in her.

“Honey?” [Y/n] asked as she wraps her arms around her lover neck.

He stared down at her with a small, peaceful, full of love smile as he winked, [Y/n] found herself in front of lovely restaurant.

“Can we pretty please get [f/f]?” [Y/n] grinned as he shook his head.

“Again?” He laughed as [Y/n] pulled him down by his colar, lying her lips on his.

“Please?”

He smiled and cupped her cheek in his hand.

“You know I can't disagree with you. You’re my only weakness [Y/n] and I love you”

"I know you love me. I love you too."

Lucifer smiled and kissed [Y/n] passionately. They went to restaurant, ate and they had lovely night...

THE END!

[seengularity]

Side by Side: Vinyls

Pairings: Sam x reader; Dean x reader (no wincest)

Warnings: Flirty Dean

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: After you realized your favorite show was no longer just a show, Sam and Dean work and try to get you back to where you came from.

Before extracting Lucifer from his vessel, something strange happened that made Sam and Dean think that you were the Nephilim.

Will Castiel kill you when he finds out? Or will Crowley get to you before Cas does? Will Sam and Dean find a way to get you back to your dimension?

Warning: this story takes place in Season 12. It does contain spoilers. You have been warned.

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"That was the longest I think I've ever heard someone talk. What did you do? Memorize the whole episode?" Dean asked you.

You laughed. "No. I just seen it last week. a new episode was supposed to come out a few days ago but that's when things got really weird."

"So let me get this straight. We extracted Lucifer from the President's vessel with an egg. Lucifer made a baby with the President's aide. Then she ran away from Cas to raise it?" Sam asked. It sounded ridiculous when he said it like that, but what the hell did they want you to do? They asked you for details on the episode, you gave it to them and now they were making fun of you.

"Are you guys going to do anything about it? I mean it's a lead on where Lucifer will be next."

The guys didn't say anything. "Hello? Earth to Sam and Dean."

"Listen," Dean placed his hand on your shoulder. "We can't go after something because you seen it on T.V."

"So then why did Sam make such a big deal about it when I mentioned it to him in the car? He practically skinned your tires on the concrete making a U-turn." You sat back in the chair and crossed your arms.

"You did what?!" Dean yelled at Sam. "You better have not ruined my freaking tires Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes and began speaking to you. "Once we realized how ridiculous the episode sounded to us, we decided not to go after whatever you gave us. It might not even happen anyways. We haven't seen or heard from Lucifer in a few months."

You got up off the chair and smoothed out the wrinkles in your shirt. "Ookaaay. Don't say I didn't tell you so," you sang and walked away from the two guys, feeling their eyes on you as you walked out of the library.

You began to wander off and wanted to go into every room. You thought that if you were going to live there for a while, you might as well get to know the place.

The first door you opened was clearly a bedroom. The bed was right in the middle of the room with the most ugliest orange bedsheets you had ever laid your eyes on. The room didn't have much in it. You decided to leave the room to snoop in for last.

The next room you opened looked like a junk room. It was filled with filing cabinets and shelves. It reminded you of the room that Sam held demon Dean in. You switched the light on and walked towards the shelves. There was a book slightly out of place. You pulled it out and the shelves moved away from each other, presenting a devils trap in the middle.

You smiled at the knowledge that you already had of the place. You walked back out and put the book back into its place, allowing the shelves to go back to their original position.

The next door you opened led into what looked like a shooting range. It was pretty cool. You had only ever been in one of those once, but that was when you were around fourteen years old. Your mom thought it was wise to teach yourselves how to operate and shoot guns. Of course you were horrible at aiming because you weren’t trained long enough. However, you thought this shooting range might come in handy.

The next room you walked into was a restroom, but different than the one you showered in. Maybe it was Dean's restroom? You couldn't really tell.

The room right next to the restroom was another bedroom. Just like the first room, the bed was positioned in the middle and it had a record player on one of the desks. You walked in and admired the vinyls and the player itself.

There had to be at least 300 vinyls there, all placed in alphabetical order. You hadn’t heard any of the songs, so you took one out and placed it on the player. The record began to release a song that you’d never heard of before.

Leaves are falling all around It's time I was on my way Thanks to you I'm much obliged For such a pleasant stay But now it's time for me to go The autumn moon lights my way For now I smell the rain And with it pain And it's headed my way

"You like the song?" The voice made you gasp and jump back.

"I--I was just looking. Sorry," you said. You didn't have a very reasonable explanation for looking in his things. Although if you had to justify your actions, you didn't really know it was Dean's room.

"It's cool. You like Led Zeppelin?"

"No. I've never listened to them."

Dean began to circle around you, which made you feel uncomfortable you I felt your ears get really warm.

"You've never listened to them before? Wow I'm surprised. You look like a hard rock type of girl."

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at his statement. "Why is that? I didn't know people looked a specific way when they liked a certain type of music."

"I meant it more as.... I just know a few people who like hard rock and don't give a damn what people think. That's what I meant. You look like a 'I'll do what I want and no one's going to stop me' type of girl," Dean laughed. His laugh was music to your ears. If you could, you would record him laughing and put that on a vinyl, and listen to it all day.

You no longer wanted to listen to the unfamiliar song so you stopped the record player needle and removed the vinyl. You placed it back inside the package and bent down to place it back in alphabetical order.

When you got back up and turned around, Dean was standing a little too close to you. "Um, excuse me. I can't get through." You were back up against the table that had the record player on top and there was no wiggle room to move.

Dean smirked at you and his eyes showed nothing but desire. "Oh I'm sorry princess." He took a step to the side, slightly touching your sides as he did, and you walked out of his room, blushing as you walked down the hallway.

You were sure that was not what you expected when you walked into that room.

You walked back into the library, to see Sam reading a book with a salad in front of him. You walked up to him and took the seat closest to him.

"Whatcha' reading?"

"A book about different dimensions. It says here that switching dimensions can happen and the person won't even know it happened. I'm wondering if that happened to you."

You shook your head, disagreeing with what the book said. "That wouldn't make sense then. So in this other dimension, my mom and friends still exist? The only difference is that my favorite show no longer exists? That's a little ridiculous, don't you think?"

"With the world we live in, I don't find much ridiculous," Sam said. He grabbed his fork and stabbed a piece of kale and shoved it in his mouth.

You cringed at the sight of him eating the rabbit food. "How can you eat kale? That stuff is nasty and bitter and belongs in the ground where it came from."

Sam laughed at your reaction and stuffed more into his mouth.

A thought suddenly came to your mind. "Hey, if you don't find much ridiculous to you anymore, then why do you find it ridiculous when I explained to you guys what the last episode was? The one that I seen last?"

Sam placed down his book and turned his chair towards you. He turned your chair towards him, not even slightly struggling to move the chair.

"We believe you. Trust me, we do. It's just hard to believe that it will happen because we haven't heard from Lucifer in such a long time."

"Have you guys even tried to find him? You know, since he left Vince Vincente's body?"

Sam sighed and shook his head. "No? You guys haven't looked for him?! Okay we need to search for him now."

You grabbed Sam's laptop and typed in his password. He just laughed as you typed it in correctly. In the search bar, you typed in 'Wallace Parker' who was the big time CEO in the LOTUS episode.

Research results came up saying that Wallace Parker's body was found with his eyes burned out.

"You cannot tell me this is a coincidence." You looked towards Sam. He took a closer look at the article and his eyes became wide. "Dean! You might want to get in here and check this out!"

Dean quickly walked into the library with a towel around his waist and his hand holding another towel that was drying his hair. You swallowed hard, trying hard to contain yourself, and you looked back at the computer to keep yourself focused.

Dean walked up behind the chair you were sitting on and you could smell the body wash he had used. "What do you wanna show me that's so important?"

"Remember when Y/N was telling us about the episode she watched, the first man that died? His name was Wallace Parker and he was a CEO. Read the article that she found."

You leaned back in the chair as Dean read the article. Drops of water fell on you as Dean towered over you with his wet body. You leaned forward to keep yourself from getting wet and you swore you heard Dean stifle a small laugh.

"So he's dead. And they found him with burned eye sockets. Maybe it's just a coincidence. I'm not going to travel that far if we don't have enough evidence that it is Lucifer."

"You've traveled a lot farther for less, Dean," you said.

Sam smiled at you. "Took the words right out of my mouth."

Dean rolled his eyes and gave in. "Fine. Pack your bags. We are leaving first thing in the morning." Sam got up and walked out of the library with Dean following him.

You jumped off the chair, excited to go on your first hunt. Dean turned around and looked at you. "Except you. You're staying." Dean sternly said as he pointed his finger at you.

"What? No I'm going. I know more details about this than both of you guys."

"No you're staying here princess. If we need anything, we will call you." Dean turned and walked away.

Yeah you can call me on my nonexistent cell phone.

You crossed your arms and stood there. But Dean didn't walk out of the library. Instead, he paced back towards you quickly and stopped just a few inches away from your face. "Just wanted to let you know that you look really adorable and cute when you're mad."

With that, he walked away and out of the library leaving you completely baffled.