#Gabe turned Sam into a car

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Even funnier take— Gabe fucking hates Sam and came out of 8 years of presumed dead hiding just to fuck Sam’s girlfriend before going out for real

I love that Sam Winchester's angel boyfriend and witch girlfriend decided to fuck each other and then said angel went and fucking died 🙃

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Chances

Sam and Dean & nephilim!reader, Cas & nephilim!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Gabriel messes around and ends up creating a nephilim, and Cas is tasked with keeping the kid safe.

A/N: guys I finally finished a request! Hopefully the next one won’t take me so long, you guys have been so patient as I start up college again.

“I need you to do something for me.”

Gabriel’s appearance at the bunker a month after Angel radio went nuts over a nephilim’s creation was unexpected and unwanted, to say the least.

“From us?” Dean narrowed his eyes at the archangel. “Don’t tell me you’re the one who—“

“Not you, Winchesters. I’m talking to Castiel.”

Castiel looked up in surprise at this declaration.

“My help? And why would I—“

“The nephilim is mine. And she’s growing fast.”

“She?” Sam asked. Gabe offered him a half glance.

“Yes, she. I can feel it. And she’s going to be born any day now.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Castiel demanded.

“I can’t keep her safe,” Gabriel admitted after a moment’s hesitation, his features tightened. “If I get anywhere near her, there’s a line of enemies that will follow. I need her somewhere safe, and I can’t take her there.” Gabriel swallowed, glancing at the brothers before looking back at Castiel. “This is the safest place I could think of.” Before Dean could interrupt, Gabriel raised his voice and continued. “The warding will keep out most enemies, and it’s nearly undetectable to angels.”

“We can’t just house a nephilim!” Dean exclaimed. “Not happening. No way.”

“I have no other options, no one else to go to,” Gabriel pleaded. “She’s just a baby—“

“A baby with power,” Sam added. “And we don’t know how much power.”

“She’s innocent,” Gabriel added. “She’s just a baby, and she doesn’t deserve to get hunted down like this. There’s nowhere else she can go—it’s either the bunker, or she’s dead.”

This time, Gabriel’s argument was met with silence. Castiel was the first to break it.

“You want me to retrieve her, and bring her here.”

“It’s her only chance.” None of the boys had ever seen Gabriel look so humble—so vulnerable.

“I’ll do it.”

“Cas—“

“No, Dean,” Cas interrupted him. “I have to do this.”

“Let us come with you,” Sam spoke up.

“Sam!” Dean turned to his brother, thunderstruck.

“No,” Cas said. “I should go alone, it’s safer.”

“You shouldn’t be going at all!” Dean insisted. “We don’t know what—“

“This being deserves a chance,” Cas interrupted. “And I’m going to give it to her.”

…

Gabriel left quickly to go into hiding, and Cas left soon after. The address Gabriel gave him was only a few hours away, but when Cas got there he arrived to a surprise.

The mother—Cas had no idea who she was—was already dead. Cas was just beginning to panic when he heard crying, and he rounded the bed to see you—a little toddler, crying on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Hey, hey it’s alright,” Cas soothed as he wrapped a nearby blanket around your shivering, unclothed body. “Hey, you’re safe now.” He had no idea how or why you were already a toddler, but he figured it didn’t matter—as long as he could get you safe.

You stopped crying as soon as you were in Cas’s arms, your big Y/E/C eyes blinking up at the angel.

“You’re going to be alright little one,” Cas said. “I promise.”

Considering the dead woman on the bed not three feet away, Cas felt that his promise was less than convincing, but you relaxed completely into him, your little arms wrapping around his neck and holding on tight.

Cas carried you out to his car—he wasn’t so sure about angel transportation with a newborn nephilim, so human transportation was his choice—while keeping his eyes peeled for any interference, of which there was, thankfully, none.

“I suppose I should get you some food and some clothing,” Castiel said, mostly to himself, although if you spoke up he’d be grateful. You didn’t, though; you just blinked up at him with those big eyes, and Cas felt more lost than ever.

He knew enough about humans—and you were at least half human—to know that babies only drank milk, and as they got older they gained an affinity for solid foods. But you were somewhere between a newborn and a toddler. Would milk be enough to sustain you? Would you even understand how to eat solid foods? It was all confusing for an angel who already felt out of his depth.

Castiel stopped at the first store he came across, and he carried you with him—you were still wrapped in that blanket he had grabbed from your mother’s house—as he started to grab anything he thought he’d need to take care of you, including a lot he probably didn’t need. As soon as he’d paid for everything, he carried you into the family restroom so he could get you into the clothes he’d picked up, as you still seemed too young to be capable of dressing yourself.

“Alright,” Castiel said after you were dressed, looking at you long and hard for a moment before sighing in near-defeat. “I don’t know why your father picked me for this mission, Sam or Dean would be much better at—“ a crash from somewhere outside the restroom had Castiel whipping around, prepared for a threat. But the door remain closed, and whatever had made noise was now silent.

Castiel turned back around only when he felt a tug on his arm. He looked down to see you—but he didn’t have to look as far down as he expected. Cas blinked in surprise, taking in the sight of you, now maybe six inches taller and a few years older, the clothes on you stretched and far too small.

“What…” Cas breathed, unsure what to even ask.

You just tugged at his hand again, gripping it firmly in your shaking hands.

“I’m scared.” It was the first words Cas had heard you speak, and they snapped him back into focus.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. Now how did you get so big?”

You just blinked up at Cas, apparently unwilling to speak again.

“It’s ok,” Cas sighed. “It doesn’t matter, I just…let’s get you some bigger clothes and get you out of here.”

Cas led you out towards the clothing section, turning his back on you for just a second to find the right size. But once he turned around again, you were gone.

“Hey!” Cas realized just then that he didn’t know your name. He whirled around frantically, trying to catch sight of you between the racks of clothing. He rushed down aisle after aisle, freezing when he got to the third one and saw a girl that looked suspiciously like you, but was now three inches taller, being cornered by a large man whose eyes flashed black.

Cas didn’t speak, he just took four large strides, and as soon as the demon turned to look at him, he stretched out his hand and placed it against the demon’s forehead. There was a flash of light behind the demon’s eyes, and he dropped to the floor after only a second. You looked from the dead demon to Castiel in awe.

“Why do you keep getting bigger?” Castiel sighed, bending down slightly to look you in the eye.

“I wasn’t big enough to stop him.” Your voice came out in a quiet whimper—you were shaking in fear. “It was scary, so I wanted to get bigger, and…and then I just did.” Your big eyes were gonna be the death of Cas, he just knew it; especially when they were filled with tears like now. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Hey, no, it’s ok, it’s just…not many people can do that. Most people have to say the size they are until they grow.” You still looked concerned, so Cas waved it off. “It doesn’t matter, you didn’t do anything wrong. Now let’s get you into some bigger clothes and get you safe.”

At this point, you looked like a young teenager, so Castiel went to a different clothes section to find you something. You held his hand the whole way, which Cas was grateful for—he didn’t want to lose you again.

Cas picked up a size for you and sent you off to put it on, making sure he could see you entering and leaving the bathroom. While you were gone, he grabbed about three more sizes in case you spontaneously grew again.

“I’m ready,” you said as you returned to Castiel.

“Ok…” Cas stared at you for a moment. “Do…do you know your name?”

“My name…” you pondered the question for a long moment. “Yes, I…Y/N. I remember my mother calling me that…before I was born. She named me Y/N.”

Cas smiled.

“Ok then. Y/N it is.”

…

Once you were ready, Cas led you out to his car and the two of you were finally on your way again. The car went along in silence for several miles, but Cas could tell you were contemplating something, and after a while you finally got up the courage to speak.

“Are you my father?”

The question shouldn’t have surprised Cas, but he froze up the moment it left your mouth.

“I…no, I’m not,” he said finally. “Your father’s name is Gabriel. He wanted to be here, really, but it was too dangerous. He…let’s just say he has a lot of enemies.”

“Is that why my mother is dead?” Your voice was more subdued this time, and the question again froze Castiel.

“No, little one,” Cas began hesitantly. How could he tell you that your mother died giving birth to you? “Your mother, she…she chose to save you, rather than herself.”

“Save me?” You prodded. “Is it because I…I can do things, like grow?”

“Kind of.” Castiel ran a hand over his face, willing the car ride to end. “Your father is an archangel, and that makes you a nephilim. But your mother, she was just a human. She…she couldn’t bring you into this world and survive, her body wasn’t strong enough.”

Your silence was starting to scare Cas more than your questions.

“So…so I killed my mom?” It was with tears in your eyes that you finally spoke again.

“No,” Castiel insisted. “No, you did not choose any of this, this isn’t your fault. Your mother and father made their choices, you’re just the result of them. But your mother’s death is not on you.”

“It still feels like it is,” you mumbled. “How…how do I miss someone I’ve never met?” You blinked up at Cas, and he swore he’d never felt more out of his depth.

“Look, I…I know that you don’t have your parents here right now, but I’m going to look after you. I’m going to take you to a safe place, and I promise that you’re going to be alright.”

“Why are you helping me?” You asked. Cas barely had to think about the answer to this.

“Because I believe that you deserve a chance, the same as anyone else. You’ve got powers, little one. Powers that might scare some people. But I think that you’re good, and I’m not scared of you just because of your strength.”

“What if I’m not good?” Your gaze faltered, falling away from Cas’s. “What if you should be scared of me?”

“Good isn’t something that you’re born as,” Cas said. “It’s something you choose. You can choose good, if you want to.”

“I do,” you insisted. “I just…I don’t think I know how.”

A hint of a smile crossed Cas’s lips.

“Well I can try to teach you. And my friends, they will too.”

…

The rest of the ride to the bunker passed uneventfully, but Cas began to get nervous the closer he got to the bunker. He was all but forcing this nephilim onto Sam and Dean, so how would they react when he arrived? Would they be scared of you, or force Cas to leave? Would they not want to put themselves in danger to help some non-human?

It didn’t seem like the Sam and Dean that Cas knew, but then again they’d never been presented with a nephilim before.

“Your friends.” Your words startled Cas out of his thoughts. “Are they…like you?”

“You mean angels?” Cas had explained who he was to you. “No, no they’re human. But they like to help people. I believe they’ll help you.” Cas had to believe it—he had to.

…

“You’re back.” Dean’s greeting seemed less then happy as he stared Cas down. “Where’s the—“

“Hello.”

Dean‘s gaze whipped around from Cas to you as you stepped up beside Cas.

“What the—I thought she was just born.” Dean looked back at Cas, questions swimming behind his eyes.

“She was, she uh…she grew up fast,” Cas offered lamely.

“Why?” Sam spoke up for the first time, eying you nervously, but he didn’t look as threatening as Dean.

“I got scared,” you said. “So I had to grow up fast.”

“What’s your name?” Sam asked before Dean could say anything else.

“I’m Y/N.” Sam noticed the way you were almost hiding behind Cas. He couldn’t tell if you were scared of him, or just shy, but either way he tried to make himself look as non threatening as possible.

“Well, I’m Sam and this is my brother, Dean. C’mon down here and we can show you where to sleep.” Sam pointedly ignored Dean’s glare. “Do you need anything to eat?”

“No, I’m not hungry,” you decided after a moment of pondering.

“Good, now you can explain to us what kind of powers you have and how you plan to use them,” Dean cut in, ignoring the glares from Sam and Cas.

“I…” the question froze you, and Cas jumped in.

“Dean, it’s been a long day. Just let her get some sleep.”

“Oh, sure, and while she’s sleeping, every demon and angel on earth is pulling out all the stops to get to her! I mean she could be working with any of them!”

“Why would she work with them?” Sam demanded. “They want her dead.”

“Yeah, or they want to use her powers! She could’ve cut a deal with them.”

“Dean, she’s just a kid,” Cas interjected.

“Yeah, a kid who was a baby a couple hours ago. She’s not normal, she’s a freak! Who knows what else she’ll do?”

“Dean, calm down—“ Sam’s attempt at keeping the peace just made Dean angrier.

“Calm down?! We have a nephilim in our house, and we don’t know what it can do!”

“She’s not an i-“ Cas’s interruption went completely unnoticed by Dean.

“And we don’t know what side it’s on! Gabriel was always switching sides, what makes you think this kid is gonna be any different?”

“Dean, she doesn’t even know Gabriel,” Cas argued.

“But he’s still the father. She could still—“

“Stop it!” Your outburst froze all three men, and it took you a prolonged minute to realize why; they couldn’t move. By just your word, you’d rendered them incapable of doing anything but stare at you—Sam and Cas in amazement, Dean in anger. “I didn’t…” your gaze focused on Cas, almost pleading with him to help you. “I-I didn’t mean to. I didn’t—I don’t know how to stop it.” You stared down at your hands, and then back up. “I didn’t mean it! Let them go!”

The three men moved simultaneously as their joints relaxed and their legs moved. Dean took a half step back from you, Sam stayed where he was, and Cas came up to stand in front of you.

“It’s ok,” he whispered as you started to shake. “I know you didn’t mean to, it’s ok.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I don’t think I can control this.”

Cas knelt down, his blue eyes locking onto yours.

“I know you can. I’m going to help you.”

“Me too.” You hadn’t noticed Sam approaching you until his hand was on your shoulder. “I know a little bit about self control.”

Dean lingered in the corner, wariness etched onto his features, but the anger was somewhat dissipated.

“Come with me,” Sam continued—he was still ignoring Dean’s glares. “I’ll get you settled in.”

You let Sam lead you down a hallway. You could hear Dean start to yell at Castiel the moment you left the room, and Cas was yelling right back.

“Uh, this room is empty,” Sam said, stopping in front of a door. “So you can use it.”

“Ok,” you mumbled, standing in front of the door and rocking back and forth on your heels. “I’m sorry for being so much trouble,” you added, your head ducked low.

“Your dad has helped us out before,” Sam said. “So I’m glad you’re here—I want to help you.”

“Dean said my dad did bad stuff, too,” you said.

“Yeah, he…is a complicated man.” Sam shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “Well, anyway…” Sam opened up the door to your room, stepping back so you could go inside. You took a hesitant step inside before turning around and looking up at Sam, as if worried he was going to leave.

“What should I do if the demons or angels come inside?” You asked, your voice tight and high pitched.

“Hey.” Sam put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about that, trust me. They don’t know where this place is, and it’s warded. They can’t get to you, we won’t let them.”

Your features visibly relaxed.

“Ok.” You found yourself wrapping your arms around the kind man before you’d really made the decision to do it. “Thank you.”

He was stiff for a moment, but quickly he reciprocate the hug.

“You’re gonna be ok,” he promised.

…

The next week passed about as Cas had expected, although even he was surprised at how eager Sam was to help you. Sam hung around the bunker the entire week, getting you used to life on earth and everything you didn’t know.

Dean however, remained fairly hostile. But things weren’t as bad as they’d been the first day, and Cas was even starting to notice Dean warm up to you in little ways; making a little extra food at breakfast, letting you join him in the Dean cave when he was watching something—things like that.

You might have gotten too comfortable around Dean based on his attitude, because when Dean announced to the general area that he had found a hunt you spoke up—

“I’ll help!”

The trio of men looked over at you with varying degrees of surprise.

“Are you sure?” Cas asked.

“No!” Dean insisted. “You’re staying here, I’m not babysitting some kid on the hunt.”

“I don’t want you to babysit me,” you argued. “I want to help.”

“Sam, help me out here,” Dean demanded. When Sam seemed reluctant, Dean groaned, “oh come on!”

“Well, maybe she can help!” Sam offered. “Give her a chance.”

Dean glanced from Sam to Cas, hoping one of them would break. When they didn’t, he huffed in annoyance, but his shoulders slumped.

“Fine.”

…

The long car ride was going surprisingly well. Dean’s music was your first introduction to the art, and your enthusiastic response instantly gained you brownie points with Dean.

Each and every song that came on elicited the same response from you—

“Is this the best one?”

And every time the brothers would respond at the same time, Dean with a “yes!” And Sam with a “no!” All in all, Cas couldn’t have asked for a better bonding experience.

“Alright,” Dean said after a while, turning the music down. “We’ll be there soon, so we need to talk this out. From all appearances, it’s a vampire—a nest, actually. Now as soon as we locate it, I want Sam and Cas to be ready with the dead man’s blood, and…” Dean seemed to be rethinking his plan for a moment, before he made up his mind… “and I want the kid with me.” Dean’s eyes met yours in the rearview mirror, and his voice was suddenly more firm. “You need to be careful, and you need to not be in the way. Do you understand me?”

You were trying to hide your excited smile as you replied.

“Yes sir.”

…

You didn’t help. Or stay out of the way. In fact, barring lost limbs or lives, the hunt couldn’t have gone much worse, and you knew it was your fault.

Your first sight of a vampire scared you so much, that some of your nephilim energy came from you without you planning on it, blasting several vamps—and unfortunately Dean—away from you. Unfortunately, that blast of power had you thinking that maybe you could take on the vamps magically. This tactic just meant that you got in Dean’s way, and your magic didn’t respond the way you wanted it to—it didn’t respond at all.

Because of this, nearly half the vampires got away, and the ones that didn’t went straight for the easy target; you.

You were on the floor with a vampire drinking from your neck before Dean was even able to start swinging. He took out the two vampires that went for him before he able to get to you. He pried the vampire away from your neck before taking care of it with a single swing.

“Are you crazy?!” You were gasping for breath, blood mingling with sweat and tears as you tried to calm down while Dean yelled at you. “I told you to be careful! I told you not to get in the way! You could’ve—“ Dean cut himself off with a huff, turning to look for any remaining vampires. “I’ve gotta go find the nest before they get to Cas and Sam. You stay here.” The look Dean gave you before he left ensured your complete obedience to his order.

You slumped down onto the floor, drained and desperate to calm down. How could you have screwed up so badly, and right when Dean was finally starting to trust you?

You were finally able to breathe normally again by the time Dean returned with Sam and Cas in tow.

“A few of them got away,” Dean grumbled. “But they’re long gone now, and without their nest I don’t think they’re coming back.

“Dean, I didn’t—“ you barely got a couple of words out before Dean cut you off.

“Don’t! No, I don’t want to hear it. You could’ve gotten killed, you could’ve gotten one of us killed!”

“Dean,” Sam interrupted. “Dean, we should go. She’s hurt, and so is Cas—he’s too weak to heal, we gotta regroup.”

Dean led the dejected group to the Impala, but as soon as the car was on the road the yelling started up again. Sam and Cas were too tired to stop Dean, so you curled up in your corner of the Impala and listened to Dean’s criticisms of all you had done wrong. Within minutes, the words seemed to blend into each other and all you could hear was the anger in his tone and the harsh beating of your heart. You could feel the adrenaline still pumping in your veins, but it only seemed to highlight your fear and the pain in your neck and the tears that were building behind your eyes. The toxic combination seemed to build up until it was all you could feel, and it felt like anything more would make you snap—

“I mean how could you be so stupid?!”

That was it.

“Stop it!” Dean looked taken aback at your outburst. “I know that I screwed it all up, and I’m sorry! I’m sorry that Cas got hurt, and I’m sorry that the vampires got away. But I can’t fix that now, and I’m freaking out and I’m bleeding and I don’t want to listen to you yell anymore! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll say it as much as you want to hear it, just stop yelling at me!”

It was a good thing that the Impala was nearing the bunker, otherwise the four of you would’ve suffocated on the silence in the car.

“Come with me,” Dean told you as you all stepped out of the car. Cas started forwards, but Dean waved him off. “Go fix that—“ he gestured at the wound on Cas’s side—it wasn’t deep, but it was long. “I’ve got her.”

Neither Cas nor Sam argued; they just went off to their own rooms to get cleaned off. You trailed behind Dean as if you were marching to your death sentence. He noticed this about halfway down the hallway.

“I’m not going to yell at you again,” he insisted. “So relax.”

The tension in your shoulders eased, but you still didn’t speak as Dean led you to his room and instructed you to sit on his bed while he disappeared into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a first aid kit in hand, the anger on his face all but gone.

“Let me see it.”

You pulled your hair to the side so Dean could get at the bite marks on your neck. You weren’t sure why you couldn’t heal yourself the way Cas sometimes could—maybe you were just too scared to figure out your powers now—but Dean didn’t question it; he just got to fixing the problem.

“This is gonna sting,” he warned you as he soaked a cotton ball with alcohol before pressing it to your neck. You forced yourself not to hiss in pain, but you couldn’t hold back the way your face twitched and your shoulder flinched. Dean didn’t comment, though.

“I am sorry,” you mumbled as Dean quietly continued to clean your wound.

“I know,” he replied simply. “I don’t think I can trust you on hunts anymore, but I do get that you’re sorry. And maybe I went a little too hard on you, ok? So how ‘bout we just forgive each other and move on. Maybe…maybe start over.”

“Ok,” you said, your lips twitching into a smile. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Despite himself, Dean chuckled.

“Don’t be a dork,” he insisted. But after a moment’s pause he continued— “I’m Dean. It’s nice to meet you too.”

And the two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence as Dean finished patching up your neck. His concerned features each time you hissed in pain, and his gentle touch so as not to hurt you, had you thinking one thing;

This is one heck of a second chance.

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August 2024 Angel Fish Awards

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Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @autisticandroids

like my waffle house hashbrowns by @spnregular

Extremely unique pwp. It involves at one point jerking off a plant. It also involves Dean comparing Cas to his car: “You know how I take care of my things. Keep ‘em clean, fine tuned,” Dean said, “Just like Baby.” Which is just *chef kiss*. And it's hair-washing kink. Which is so much fun.

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Nominated by @aylacavebear

Things Learned and Unlearned by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

The author has a way with words, pulling you into a world all their own. I got hooked on this with the first chapter. This story has ALL the feels and it's not even finished yet. A truly amazing author.

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Nominated by @evadne01

Gabe Lives And Loves by @masoena

I find this story while I was trying to cope after seeing again season 13. And this warmed my heart and I felt so good after reading it! Loved it, loved the arts of the story!

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

A Means to an End by Pieafterdemons

I was looking for some darker stuff to read and as many know, I love Alastair/Dean. So, I found this li'l story here. It's Dead Dove so be warned of the tags and what they entail. I like how the writer wrote the whump and the darkness of it all, and how Dean came to say yes. I also like the dark and yet not stereotypical idea of Alastair.

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Nominated by @leatafandom

Making the Cut by @deeranger

This story was so deliciously dark, creepy, and horrifying. It is wonderfully written, the word choice the way they wove themes through and illicit stomach-turning emotions. It was a thrill to read and just one of new my favorite dark fics. A wonderful read if you're into dark themes.

State of Grace by @cloverhighfive

It's a very different story! Very interesting read!!!

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

The Harvest by @cloverhighfive

It's a very different story! Very interesting read!!!

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

The King's Seraph Consort (series) by @ladylilithprime

I've been enjoying Lady's Sastiel offerings when I need a little pick-me-up, and this little mini-series made me SWOON! Sam's so heroic! Sam and Dean are devoted to each other! Sam is so kind to Cas! Gabriel is wise, and yet still a wiseass! And this little two-part series is a perfect snack when I don't have time for anything bigger. It's adorable and sweet and makes me fall in love with Sam even more.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

The Perfect Submissive (Google translated title) by Natcumirun (AO3)

The story is in Russian. I use Google translate. Shhh. Aside from the kink, it’s interesting how fear shapes our views and that it tends to take a very confident, knowledgeable person to show that sometimes the fear is just us needing to process childhood pain. It’s an interesting take and I love how the relationship develops between a much older, teacher Castiel and 18 y/o Dean.

Thunderstorm by @anyreiart

This is such a twist to the Omegaverse and the human Castiel. I had never thought of this and so glad someone did. It’s so quaint and domestic. Oh, the fluff is amazing. The connection these two have and how Dean is able to overcome his expectations as well as their relationship hiccups because of his Alpha, it’s beautiful. He even aids in guiding the newly human Castiel and new omega in the human world with his love. Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic.

Soother by @hartlessfiction

I was literally jumping up and down when Dean started arguing with Cas and Cas is so confused, then the pheromones hit. True mates. Just fluffy-fluff, schmoopy and adorable!

Cornerstone by @gracefreakdean

That’s a love story. That’s a true love story. Oh; I hope one day they write more. I’m in love with this beautiful, well-done story that begins like it could be anyone else’s.

Castiel Enjoys Enya by @naked-covered-in-bees

It’s fluffy and cute. Cas is not getting that it's what's on the tapes that Dean likes, not the tape itself but points out that it’s from him, which is why he likes it. I love how Claire explains and their relationship dynamic. Seems so spot on and so canon. I love all of this. It’s an adorable and quick read.

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Nominated by @spnbabe67

Touch Me by @zepskies

As a bigger girl whose love language is physical touch, this hit home. My best friend and adopted sister came from a place where physical affection wasn't prominent so trying to get used to it on both our parts is so real in this writing. Dean's uncomfortableness with the reader's overabundance of physical contact, and the readers self self-consciousness while they are trying to go to sleep is such a real, raw, human thing. I loved this so much!

He's Not A Machine! by @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

I love Stanford era!Dean and this is a scene I 100% know happened at one point. And on a biblical level I needed to have John be read a new one for the way he pushed and pushed Dean.

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[thedaughterofadam]

My S.O. headcanons for the #redactedaudio universe. Because I can and why not. {#NSFW under the cut, Minors Do Not Interact.}

Angel:

- Has thrown a cane {Because of course they broke their leg doing something illegal}, at a police car.

- Baaabe and Angel have been best friends since middle school. As soon as Baaabe knew who Angel was it was immediately our girlfriend to David.

- Has said Davey Wavey with puppy dog eyes to get David to grab things from the top shelf for them. {Immediately was told to never call him that while he was laughing}, Now climbs to the top shelf and mock growls at David when he pulls them off.

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- Has been a horrible person to play with one on one with Mario Kart. {David definitely has focused enough to pause the game and immediately fuck their brains out}, but horrible none the less.

- Has made David wear a Devil costume for Halloween because they dress as their pet name an Angel which makes David both horny and laugh.

Baaabe

- Has been in an abusive relationship so makes sure to praise Asher and make him feel like a priority as Asher does for them.

- Wears Asher's gym Shorts while running. {They're a runner and a track star, don't ask why, I just think Gym Babe}

- Is taller than Angel so definitely has thrown David's mate over their shoulder more than once when they did some mischievous activities.

- Baaabe doesn't do puppy dog eyes, they do a cat smile when they want something. Why? {Because they always have a devious plan, Angel's best friend for a reason}

- They prefer warm sweets to cold, I don't make the rules, but they like warm things.

Sweetheart

{They're my favorite, so if you thought I forgot you're wrong.}

- Met both Baaabe and Angel in college, has not been able to escape them since.

- Disappears on top of the fridge so they can scare Asher, has succeeded and got stuck in top of the fridge.

- Has been a dancer their whole life, so them being bendy definitely doesn't make Milo horny, and their practices aren't always timed so perfectly that Milo sees them when he gets home from work. {Wink, Wonk}

- Jumps onto furniture like a cat when they get scared, hissing at the thing that scared them has happened more than once.

- Loves when Milo gets out of the shower, helping him get ready for bed. Because they like that he lets them around when he's vulnerable.

Darlin'

{Also one of my favorites top Three along with Sweetheart}

-Military Dad, divorced parents, friends with the boys for years. Always cries on Gabe's death anniversary because that's the only good Father figure they had.

- Left for college at an Arts school met Quinn when their Dad had basically disowned them for not wanting to stay in Dahlia with him. Hence the Daddy Issues.

- Has called Sam Daddy once by complete accident, it was one of those joking things and immediately got Sam turned on, they both learned things that night.

- Likes to paint on the porch, watching the sun set and rise to relax. Sam has had to pick them up and bring them to bed because they fell asleep painting in the sun.

- Likes when Sam showers with them. They like washing his hair and making sure he relaxes makes them feel at ease.

Freelancer

- Has hidden themselves behind the large stacks of chips at Costco as a child.

- Prefers the blue candy to the red candy at stores.

- Has made Gavin carry them after sex because they like being close to him, and they get princess treatment.

- Dances around the apartment while Gavin cooks, because they like making him laugh as they try to do the Tiktok dances.

- Likes when Gavin's hands are ein their hair, it brings them comfort

Lasko's S.O.

{Let me know if they have a name}

- Prefers tea to Coffee

-Likes cold sweets, definitely eats an ice cream cone during a snow storm.

- Likes to be under all the blankets while sleeping because Lasko is cold and they want all the cuddles.

- Has made Lasko read to them just to distract him with kisses and soft touches.

- Likes seeing Lasko in charge so they watch him do paperwork so they can stare at his RBF without being noticed.

[aimedis]

SPECIAL - DAVID & DARLIN' | WIP WEDNESDAY !!

teenage david & darlin' siblings au (+alive gabe lololol) | yes, this is a work in progress. i started it over a year ago and have been stopping and restarting for so long 💀 it was meant to be a multi-chapter fic (of around 15 chapters) and i never got past 4 😭😭

cw - darlin' angst, mentions of toxic relationships (quinn & darlin'), sibling arguments, teenagers doing teenager shit (sneaking out & getting drunk), lots of cursing and name-calling, no sam or any of the mates because of the high school setting

wc - 1.8k

David never really considered himself a rebellious child, and compared to his sibling and packmates, he really wasn’t. Then again, it wasn’t as if he'd never done things he wasn’t supposed to. But those things were spread out enough for him to blame it on teenage impulse.

At least he was self-aware.

But sneaking out was one thing he could never justify to himself or wanted to do in the first place.

Yet here he was. Sneaking out.

Asher got invited to this party a friend of a friend was hosting and was told to bring whoever he felt like. David and Milo were obviously the very first and only people he thought to invite. They were the only people he knew would come with him or at the very least not snitch on him.

The situation he was now in came back to his inability to say no to Asher. Surely this counts as peer pressure.

They were at Asher's house that Friday night, under the guise of a routine sleepover. They stayed until his parents fell asleep before sneaking out the front door and into Asher’s father’s car.

The whole car ride was quite uneventful, Asher and Milo having a conversation about something while David sat in the back trying to ignore the anxiety pooling in his stomach.

It had been all of twelve minutes after they’d arrived before Milo slipped one of those cliché red solo cups into his hand. David didn’t hesitate to down the whole thing.

He heard Asher and Milo laugh at him and felt the slap on his back when he was done.

David leaned back onto the couch with a small groan, barely audible amidst the noise of the music playing throughout the house. He could already feel the tension bleeding out of his body as the alcohol heated his body.

When he turned his head, Asher and Milo were already laughing while downing their drinks with their arms intertwined.

It was gonna be a long night. 

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Of course, nothing in their life goes correctly.

Of course, the night after they broke up with Quinn would be an absolute shit show. They didn’t even care that he was showing up to this party, they just wanted him to stay on the other side of the house for the next five hours while they tried to forget about him.

But when does anything go their way?

They were just sitting on the couch on their phone waiting for a friend to come back when Quinn appeared in front of them, menacing aura and all. They had half a mind to ignore him but then he just had to start running his mouth.

They only really caught the comments on them being a traitor, a worthless dog and a disappointment to everyone who ever cared about them. The alcohol in their system was making their comprehension fuzzy.

They don’t remember what they said in response but by the look in Quinn’s cold undead eyes, it pissed him off. And that made them feel good. 

Quinn kept yelling and yelling and Tank found themselves yelling back once again. They didn’t know if anyone else was paying attention to both of them and frankly, they didn’t care, if people wanted to watch how much of a clown Quinn was when he felt threatened, they could.

Tank enjoyed the feeling of being the only one to make Quinn lash out like this. 

It was kind of special.

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David groans softly as he steps out of the house, the owner of which he didn’t even know, loud music pounding against its walls, not helping his budding headache. 

He pulls out his phone and forces himself to call his Dad’s contact before he can talk himself out of it.

He knew this was a bad idea

You would think being the oldest and most level-headed teenager in the pack would make him resistant to Asher’s stupid ideas. But alas, he’s just a teenage boy who was bored on a Friday night with a social butterfly as a best friend. 

Gabe picks up the phone, his voice groggy from sleep. “David?” 

“Uhm, Dad?” David winces at how nervous he sounds.

“Something wrong, buddy? Are you boys alright?” He asks, worry starting to make itself apparent in his tone and David feels guilt building inside of him.

Yeah, this was a really bad idea.

“I-” He closed his eyes and inhaled a sharp breath as his vision blurred, “I’m really sorry in advance but I need you to pick me, Ash and Milo up.”

There was silence on the other line for a moment before Gabe spoke up again, “Okay.. why?”

David had to take a few deep breaths to calm the panicked feeling in his stomach before he could continue. “One of Ash’s friends was hosting a party at their house and the three of us snuck out of Ash’s house to go. Ash and Milo are both wasted and I’m not sober either so I called you. I’m really really sorry..” 

The sigh of disappointment from his father made him wince.

“Send me the address, I’m on my way.”

David swallowed hard and nodded before realizing Gabe couldn’t see him. “Okay. Thank you.” He whispered back.

“Thank you for calling me, David.”

David didn’t say anything before Gabe hung up. He sent the house address quickly before he stepped back inside the house. Asher and Milo were in the same position they were in before he left, draped across each other on the couch giggling about absolutely nothing.

David collapses next to the both of them, “My Dad’s on his way.”

There was no reason for that to be funny, quite the opposite actually, but for some reason, Asher and Milo started laughing hysterically. David rolls his eyes, immediately regretting it because of how much worse it makes his headache, and buries his flushed face in his palms.

“It’s not even funny, I’m so dead,” Asher snickers into Milo’s side.

Milo replies with a cackle and David groans quietly.

This night could not get any worse.

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David had all but dragged Asher and Milo outside when his father had gotten there, stumbling a bit himself but he got the three of them to the car where his father was standing. 

Asher and Milo’s obnoxious laughter stopped as soon as they saw their Alpha standing tall and pissed outside the house. David could’ve rolled his eyes at the way both of them hung their heads and mumbled a “sorry, Gabe”, climbing into the car with their figurative tails between their legs if he wasn’t scared shitless himself. 

He avoids his father’s eye contact as he walks around to the passenger side after closing the door. 

David expected his dad to enter the car after them and start the car and the lecture, but he looked up long enough to see him still standing against the car and watching the house. David was about to open his mouth and ask what he was doing when he saw Tank leaving the house as well and walking towards the car. 

“Sovereigns above…” Gabe sighs heavily, leaning against the car in exasperation, “Are you kidding me?” 

Tank huffs and opens the car door without looking at Gabe, “Yes, yes I know. You’re such a bad kid, you could’ve died and I wouldn’t know blah blah blah. I was gonna call you, promise.” 

Gabe seems to roll his eyes as they get into the car, “Anyone else in there I should know about?” 

No one in the car says anything so Gabe takes it as his turn to get in the car. 

David turns in his seat to look at Tank putting their seatbelt on, “What are you doing here?”

They look over at him, raising an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing, Davey.” They spit the nickname out like a curse. 

“Don’t call me that.” David’s look turns sour, “But I asked you first.” 

“Parties aren’t exactly your scene, I think my question is more important.” 

“You don’t have friends, who invited you?” 

“Fuck you, I have more friends than you do Mr. Grinch-looking ass.” 

“Are their names Jack and Shit?” 

“Do you want to get beat the fuck up?” 

“You can try.” 

“You ugly toad-“ 

“Wet dog-“ 

“Both of you.” Gabe cuts in sternly, “Cut it out. You’re both in trouble and you’ll both have to explain what on earth you were doing at that party without telling anyone.” 

“I think that means you and me are out of the water-“ Asher whispers to Milo.

“Both of you too. I’ve called both of your parents already.” 

“Shit...” Asher laughs anyway. Milo sinks lower into his seat as if he was trying to hide from the world, as if the gravity of the situation had just caught up to him. 

David huffs and leans back into the seat, looking out the window with a new resolve. 

He’s never hearing Ash out again. 

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Gabe opens the front door and lets both teenagers into the house before himself, closing it after he enters. 

David and Tank were both still bickering with each other in the entryway as they took their shoes off. 

Asher was dropped off first, thanking and apologizing to Gabe a final time before he slipped out of the car and strolled up to his door. David saw him say something along the lines of “I’m so sorry Mommy” to the doorbell camera by the door and actually rolled his eyes that time. 

Milo’s mom was already at the door by the time Gabe had dropped him off, Tank had snorted at all the colour draining from Milo’s face as he left the car, stuttering through a “thank you, Gabe”. 

The remaining three could hear Marie yelling at him through the car even without their heightened senses.  

Gabe was silent the whole car ride home and so were his two teenagers. Up until they got home. 

“You still haven’t told me what you were doing at the house,” David breaks the silence between him and Tank. 

Tank folds their arms and leans against the wall, “And you still haven’t told me what you were doing there.” 

He rolls his eyes, “I still asked first.” 

“I still think my question is more important.” 

“My question is automatically more important than yours.” 

Tank narrows their eyes, “And why, exactly?” 

“I’m older than you,”

Tank scoffs, “Meaning what?” 

“Meaning that you answer my questions first.” 

“All because you popped out of the womb a year before I did?" 

“Exactly.” 

“Well none of that’s gonna matter when I put you six feet under since you wanna be first so bad, dipshit-" 

Gabe sighs heavily, “Both of you, stop provoking each other. Phones on the counter now.” 

Both of them glare at the other before moving to set their phones on the kitchen counter with little hesitation. 

“Thank you.” Gabe nods and moves to sit at the kitchen island in front of both teenagers, “Now…”

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that's all for now! there's actually a lot more of this fic/idea written, this is just the most coherent lol, let me know if you guy want more of it

if there's errors in it then that's not my problem 😁 (this will probably be a wip for literally ever lmao)

[thepagemistress]

And I’d Also Like To Thank... (Day 7: Thankful)

Pairing/Characters: Jack, Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen, Mary | Rating: Gen | Tags: this is stupid, dialogue heavy, Thanksgiving, post-canon | Warnings: none | Word Count: 642

Summary: It’s Thanksgiving and the Winchester (extended) family are celebrating. They all have a lot to be thankful for. Some more than others. Jack wants to make sure everyone gets a shout out. Eeeeeeeveryone.

“OK, kid, it’s your turn,” Dean said, nodding to Jack. “What are you thankful for?”

“Actually, I made a list, if that’s alright,” Jack said, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Uh, sure, have at it.”

Jack cleared his throat and closed his eyes before he began, reciting from memory rather than a physical list.

“I’m thankful for my mom who believed I was good and not the bringer of another apocalypse.”

“Heck of an opener,” Dean muttered, receiving a nudge and a shush from Cas.

“I’m thankful for Castiel for also believing in me and fighting to keep me around. I’m thankful for Dean for letting me be a part of his family even after killing his mom.”

“OK, uhh-“

“I’m thankful for Sam helping me to finally get Dean and Castiel to kiss by faking that case a few months ago.”

Sam choked on his beer as Dean yelled, “Wait, what?!”

Jack continued, undeterred.

“I’m thankful that Mary is back and sending me postcards from all the places she’s travelling to. And that she stopped by for Thanksgiving dinner!”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Mary said. “Especially if I didn’t have to cook.”

“The ghoul case? That one? That was fake??”

“I’m thankful for Granny Amara for taking Chuck’s power off me so I could live a normal life back on earth.”

“Just Amara is fine, Jack.”

“Jesus fuck! How did you get in here?!”

“Nice to see you too, Dean,” Amara said before blinking out of existence as quickly as she’d arrived. 

“What the fuck...”

“I’m thankful for Auntie Rowena for showing me how to paint my nails and put on eye shadow and teaching me the best way to disguise spell usage.”

“Sam...”

“I’ll...I’ll talk to her about that.”

“I’m thankful for Eileen giving me my own sign name.”

He demonstrated with the combination of ‘sunshine’ and ‘angel’ that Eileen had designated and the woman in question mimicked it from across the table with a grin.

“I’m thankful for Charlie for creating my fake IDs and getting me a job at the library. I’m thankful for Uncle Gabe teaching me how to channel my powers into creating different realities.”

“What.”

“And I’m thankful again to Sam for not telling Dean about it for the last six months.”

“...”

“...I’ll talk to him, too.”

“Yeah, you damn well better. Or I’ll have Jack here snap you into a car for good next time.”

“And I’m thankful for everyone at this table for including me and giving me a home and a family.”

Dean softened, letting out a sigh. “You’re welcome, kid. Wouldn’t be the same without you. Now, time to get stuck in-“

“Wait, I haven’t gone through everyone at the library yet!” Jack said, opening his eyes to stare imploringly at Dean who was poised over the turkey with the carving knife.

With a defeated slump of his shoulders, Dean set the knife down and fell back into his chair, staring forlorn at the food he’d slaved over all day slowly getting cold.

Jack closed his eyes and continued. “I’m thankful for Jerry for printing out my name badge. I’m thankful for Katie for giving me a tour of the library. I’m thankful for Rachel for bringing in pastries after she got back from vacation. I’m thankful for...”

Cas leaned over to whisper in Dean’s ear as Jack continued. “You know, he doesn’t need to eat.” Nodding towards the massive spread on the table, he added, “Just be quiet about it.”

And so Dean cut the turkey and passed around bowls and plates – quietly – to his family as Jack continued to list off every single person he’d ever encountered in his short life.

(He reheated himself a plateful of everything once he was done with a click of his fingers, giving one last thank you to Dean for letting him finish.)

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Title: On A Beach Somewhere

To: @alicetallula

Pairing: Benny Lafitte/Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Rated: Teen and Up

For Artsy Streamer Gift Exchange (on Ao3/Discord)

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“But on a beach somewhere, you know? Can you imagine? You, me, Cas, toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously,” Dean recommended.

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Dean’s heart races with excitement as he pulls into probably the most expensive hotel they’ve ever been in—a hotel with its own beachfront property.

“Oh, yeah,” Dean says, grinning like a cat who got the cream.

Sam and Gabriel pull up beside them, park, and peer at them through the windows.

“All right, gentlemen, let’s unload. I’ll get the room keys,” Dean advised as he walks towards the hotel.

Benny chuckles from the backseat and Cas watches Dean while exiting from the passenger side.

Two doors slam, and Sam and Gabriel get out of their car and stand, waiting.

A few minutes later, Dean rejoins them, flapping two sets of room keys at them. He hands Sam and Gabe theirs—“at the end of the row near the stairwell”—and Cas and Benny theirs, “which is near the elevators. Made sure to get three keys for ours.” They grab their luggage and bags, then head to their rooms.

Benny closes the trunk, finally grabbing his room key from Dean. “Thanks, Cher.”

“Very thoughtful, Dean,” Castiel compliments as he grabs his too.

About twenty minutes later, everyone makes it with their things into their assigned rooms. Sam and Dean text back and forth deciding what to do.

“Ok, we are ordering pizza delivery, and Sam and Gabe are gonna join us here to eat,” advises Dean, sitting at the kitchenette table, having missed Castiel and Benny making out in the bedroom.

“Oh, well,” Dean hastily texts Sam asking if they can delay an hour. Sam readily agrees.

Dean returns to the bedroom, correcting himself, “Make that in an hour.”

The two separate and look at Dean, both their eyes are dilated. Castiel’s cheeks are rosy, and both their lips are swollen from kissing.

“Don’t stop on my account, gentlemen. I am all for a show.” Dean palms his growing erection under his jeans.

“If you’re wanting a show, Beloved,” states Castiel. He pulls Benny back to his lips by his grip on the vampire’s neck. Benny quickly pushes Castiel’s jackets off his arms, and then Castiel, in turn, unbuttons Benny’s light-blue shirt, pushing it off the man’s shoulders. Benny may seem thick but he was all muscle, not overly so. His torso is nicely defined while his abdomen is relatively flat with a bit of pudge that Castiel secretly loves on the vampire. Castiel runs his fingertips down the middle of Benny’s chest and abdomen, then runs his fingertips along his waistband.

Dean begins to strip—taking off both shirts at once—and toes his shoes and socks off. He pulls his belt through the loops, enjoying the show his partners are putting on.

Benny begins unbuttoning Castiel’s shirt and the angel helps, removing it and throwing it on the floor.

Benny chuckles at his haste. “What’s wrong, Angel, impatient?”

Castiel huffs at him, rolling his eyes before smirking.

Dean has always enjoyed Castiel’s body—broad shoulders, well-built with muscled arms and matching pecs. Castiel’s abdomen hints at the muscles underneath that are revealed when he is much more active, especially with those thighs.

Dean whines at the thought, dragging the vampire and angel’s attention back to him.

“Oh, Dean. You’re welcome to join.” Benny pats next to him.

Dean grins and wiggles his eyebrows as he walks over to the king-size bed.

🍍🦀🧽⭐️🦑 ONE HOUR LATER…🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕

Dean lay on the bed on his stomach, typing on his cell. “Order is in. Should be here in less than an hour.”

He texts Sam, relaying the information, and offers for them to join them once the pizza arrives. Sam agrees, leaving everyone in their own room.

Sam sighs, heavily, puts his phone on the nightstand, and flops back on the bed.

“Now, where was I?” Gabriel asks, teasingly.

Sam looks into Gabe’s golden eye with a smile. “Oh, I think I know.” He motions for Gabe to come up to him.

Over the blanket, Gabriel slowly crawls up his human’s tall, lithe form planting kisses along revealed skint.

🍕🍕🍕💋💋💋👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 FIFTY-TWO MINUTES LATER…

Sam groans and slams his hand down on the nightstand a few times, searching for his phone. He wraps his fingers around it and unlocks the screen. “Pizza is here.”

“Mmmkay,” says Gabe from the bathroom.

Dean grabs plates and opens the three pizza boxes up revealing the meat lover’s, pure veggie, and pepperoni. Dean grabs a few slices of the meat lover’s and sits on the bed, flipping channels, finding something to watch. Castiel and Benny are cleaning up and making sure Benny gets fed… in the shower.

“Ha ha! Die Hard. Yes!” Dean punches the air and grabs a slice, taking a large bite.

Castiel and Benny join a few minutes later, dressed, and Castiel grabs a slice of each pizza while Benny gets everyone beers from the fridge.

“Thanks, man,” Dean thanks and plants a peck on the vampire’s cheek before he sits down.

Sam munches on his veggie pizza as Gabriel changes his slices into dessert pizzas.

“Gabe,” warns Sam.

Gabriel grunts and snaps, changing them back. He pouts and picks up the pepperoni slice then bites. He hums in surprise at how tasty it is.

Dean sloppily bites into his pieces, absorbed in the movie. Sam watches Dean watching the TV with a small smile. Gabriel sits between Sam’s legs trying to understand the entertainment value of the violent movie. Benny is cuddled up to Castiel’s side as Castiel’s thigh steadily touches Dean’s, despite Dean leaning forward in his enthrallment.

“Look, look, look.” Dean points at the screen as his favorite quote is about to be said.

Dean says in unison with John McClane, “Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker.” He laughs, then takes a swig of his beer.

Gabriel and Sam exchange a smile and look, then return to watching the TV.

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As the credits rolled, Sam closes the veggie pizza and picks it up. “I’ll take this with me.”

“Good idea,” agrees Castiel.

Sam nods and heads out the room door, followed by Gabriel who winks before closing the door.

Dean stretches and yawns.

Benny wraps his arms around Dean’s waist and nuzzles into the back of his neck with a hum.

“Dude, beach, sun, ocean.”

Benny grins into Dean’s skin and kisses him. “Ok, Cher.”

Dean turns around in Benny’s arms, taking his face into his hands before pressing his lips against Benny’s. The vampire tilts his head and deepens the kiss with an appreciative hum before pulling away. “Love you, Dean.”

“Love you too, man.”

☀️🕶️🧴🌊 THE NEXT MORNING…

After breakfast and two cups of coffee for Dean, the five head to the nearby beach. Dean had bought everyone matching Hawaiian shirts and themed swim trunks before the trip. Somehow, he got everyone’s sizing correct. He loves it and demands a group selfie in front of Baby with everyone before they step on the sand with their cooler of goodies.

As Benny, Cas, and Dean lay out on their towels, they discover there is a cute little food hut a few hundred feet away, and when lunch rolls around, Sam and Gabe take everyone’s orders. It takes about half an hour before they return with the food and drinks. The seafood meals are delicious and hit the spot.

The tide comes in, so Dean finally gets into the water as he body surfs the waves. Benny and Castiel start splashing each other and when they get tired of it, they gang up on Dean who nearly drowns from being bombarded with ocean water before he can escape on land. Sam busts out laughing at their antics and makes sure Gabriel sees,

Gabe thinks it is so funny, that he thinks of joining them. Sam declines, “Oh no. I’d like to breathe air for a little bit longer than drown by splashing, Honey.”

Gabriel purses his lips, furrows his brows, and crosses his arms. Sam grins and shakes his head. “No,” he states firmly.

“Fi-i-ine,” breathes the Archangel. He gets up and goes to join the vampire and his little brother in the water as Dean goes to lay on his towel in the sun to dry off. Sam hands him an ice-cold water bottle from their cooler.

“Thanks.”

“‘Course.”

The Winchester brothers watch their partners play in the ocean.

“This is the best, Sammy.”

“It was a great idea, Dean.”

“Just needs some drinks with little umbrellas and we’re set,” contemplates Dean.

Sam smirks. “I’ll be right back.”

Dean lays back and waits in the shade of their beach umbrella.

A few minutes later, Sam returns with a mai tai and a piña colada, both with little luau-themed umbrellas just inside the large plastic cups. “Which one?” He asks Dean.

Dean sits up, eyes wide, and takes a moment to decide. He grabs the mai tai and sips on it, humming his approval.

Sam smiles and sits back down next to his brother on his own towel. “This is the best, Jerk.”

Dean grins. “Yep. Yes, it is, Bitch.”

They both chuckle and sip their drinks.

[anexistingexistence]

Headcanons about sports because Youtube keeps recommending me videos about that stuff

•David used to do gymnastics in high school but doesn't do anything like it anymore. He would even compete at like school competitions and whatnot and Gabe would record every single one of them with a shitty little camcorder that was already ten years old.

○Milo used to do "karate" with Ash (it was just them kicking the shit out of each other (it never got really dangerous tho dw) for fun) in high school because he loved seeing stuff like that in movies but his parents could never afford to give him lessons but once he got his own job he started to take boxing lessons and still does it on occasion.

●Asher never really got into sports even in high school. Like yeah P.E. was fun but would he go out of his way to exhaust himself other than occasionally pretending to be in an action movie or whatever with Milo? Hell no. But he does work out sometimes and goes running more often nowadays (mostly because of his job at the pack's security company but at least he's doing it).

○Vincent used to do figure skating as a hobby in high school and despite being pretty good at it he never started doing it at a competitive level because he didn't want to ruin the fun he had with it. After his turning, he didn't get to do it as much anymore, but after he accidentally mentioned how much he liked ice skating to William he wouldn't stop bothering Vincent about it and even got him custom-designed skates, so he started doing it more often again. (He even takes Lovely on cute little ice skating dates in the winter and pays a contra fire elemental (or several) to freeze over a lake on William's land for them if it doesn't get cold enough to happen naturally.)

●Sam never really did a lot in the way of sports, but in his teens, he still did plenty of physical labor in his parents' house. Like chopping wood, single-handedly running the entire household, keeping everything clean 24/7, going grocery shopping to the thirty minutes or one-hour away store for three people or more without a car, and all that fun stuff. A few months after moving to Dahlia he noticed the changes of not doing as much physical stuff and it kinda bothered him so he started working out, which he stopped doing pretty soon because as a healer he did not have the time for that. And post-turning where was the need to work out beyond chopping wood, really?

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

Message in a Bottle - Percabeth Oneshot

“Sometimes you’ve gotta sit back and enjoy the waters. Right, Perce?” My mother said, her soft voice blending with the waves. She tilted her head upward, and it looked like she was glowing, haloed by the evening sun.

The sand was grainy and light as I let it slip between my little fingers. It was too dry to build a sandcastle, though. I ran down where the waters met the land, planting myself a small distance from the waves. I liked the beach even then. The soft crash of waves on the sand, the wind whipping my jet-black hair, and how the waters matched my sea-glass eyes. I began to pile the sand into towers, building a mansion for the insects and crabs that roamed the sand. I dug a moat around the castle, allowing the waves to gush and fill the moat.

Even today, in perfect beach conditions, wrinkles etched by stress aged my mother's face. It was clear, especially when her face morphed from the carefree mom who bought me ice cream on weekends to the wife she had to be for Gabe. Even the beach couldn't cure that.

I turned away from my sandcastle as a wave washed over my feet, bringing a small glass bottle and a scroll wrapped up inside. I uncorked it and turned it upside down, spilling the paper on the sand with a small pen I hadn't seen earlier. It was blank. I pondered, drumming my hands against my face, about who had sent this note for a few seconds when my six-year-old brain kicked in.

I grabbed the pen with force, uncapping and scribbling on it, illegible handwriting filling the pink paper. I balled the paper and pushed it into the bottle. I capped it and threw it into the sea, channelling all my strength. I waved goodbye to it, watching the waves carry it somewhere.

My mother turned to me, eyes crinkling as she smiled. "Probably time we head back, Percy." She said. Her smile was beautiful, but it was hard to ignore how she longed for this place. It was hard to ignore how much I longed for it.

I nodded, picking myself up and clasping my hands in my mother's. I looked up, the height difference between us becoming apparent, as she dragged me to our car. I stole one last glance at the ocean, hoping I could convey how much I'd missed it, as I strapped into my booster seat. My mother sighed, turning on the ignition and pulling me away from the landscape.

***

We were in the same spot again, my mother relaxing on the sand and me running helter-skelter as the crisp morning air filled my lungs. I plopped down and began my plans for a new sandcastle, bigger and more ambitious than last time when a wave crashed against my leg. I turned to catch the cool, smooth object that washed up with it. The same old Pepsi bottle, but this time with a pink post-it note inside.

I rushed to undo the lid, hardly able to contain my excitement. The note from months ago had reached somewhere! I eagerly eyed the paper, my ADHD scrambling to keep up.

I got your note. I like the beach too. I don't like spiders. I'm Annabeth.

-Annabeth Chase

I squealed, causing my mother to finally look up at me. She eyed the bottle and whispered. "What did you find, Percy?"

I recounted the story to her as efficiently as I could, which was not efficient at all. She struggled to keep up, but her eyes widened when I finished talking. She looked even more excited than I was, and I couldn't understand why.

"Oh, Percy. Quickly, write back!" She said, pulling out a post-it from her bag. I wrote as fast as possible, proud to display my slightly improved handwriting. I slipped the note inside and my mother sealed it shut.

I sent it to the sea and turned to look at my mom when it was out of sight. "What if it doesn't reach Annabeth?"

She simply chuckled. "The sea has a mind of its own. But it also has a heart."

***

The sea acted as my texting service, dutifully carrying my messages to Annabeth, and right back. She always wrote in the messiest handwriting. It was like a puzzle, trying to decode what she said. But usually, the content was the same. Homework, learning, lack of friends and repeat. I never understood why she was lonely at school. She was probably one of the most amazing people I knew.

My mother just giggled every time I brought her up. She always ruffled my hair and offered me a blue cupcake. I brought Annabeth up every day.

Now I was twelve. I thought of myself as mature, but sometimes I doubted it. Sure, the childlike curiosity vanished when I hit the age, and the saturation had turned down. But sometimes, I still felt like a kid, waiting for Annabeth's messages by the sea.

I did end up with one friend, though. Grover Underwood. He was a nice guy, with bushy red hair and a personality almost as great as mine, but not Annabeth's. Grover teased me whenever I brought up my pen pal, but whatever. He didn't know Annabeth like I did.

Our peaceful life bunking schools and failing classes only lasted a while. I've always seen things differently, whether it was magic horses on buildings or monsters on the streets, but it was all too real when Mrs Dodds morphed into a monster and became my nightmare. Grover helped me fight her off, and she screeched like a harpy when she was killed. But I knew. I couldn't stay here any longer. I had to leave.

The drive to Camp Half-Blood was stressful. Grover and I clung to each other (as best bros would) as the car jerked, struggling to leave behind the raging minotaur.

But the battle was a losing one. I knew it when the monster grabbed my mother and crushed her into nonexistence. And I could see the flicker of hope and determination in her eyes. And that only made it worse.

My first day at Camp Half-Blood was a blur. Green fields stretched miles and merged into strawberry ones, and the lake was a mirror to the clear sky, but I was in my head about losing my mom. I couldn't even crack a joke all day. A gentle buzz rang in my head, reminding me that my mother was gone.

I clutched the violet bead on my neck, a gift Annabeth had made for me and sent it through the bottle. I made her the same one back, and I pictured her wearing it every single day.

A girl bumped into me. She scoffed, barely looking back, but I caught sight of her neck. The bead, just as violet as the one around my neck, with a sloppy lilac on its face. I grabbed her hand, too stunned to speak. She turned around, an angry remark written all over her face, but it faded as her eyes trailed down to the bead she gave me. We locked eyes for a moment and said at the same time, "You!"

"Annabeth?" I whispered. She swallowed and nodded.

"Percy?" She said, and my heart fluttered at the sound of her saying my name. She said it so perfectly, as if the name tasted sweet on her tongue like she never wanted to let the name go. I clung to the feeling.

She was different than she was a few seconds ago. And she was beautiful. I had a rough idea of what she looked like, curly blonde hair and grey eyes, but it was nothing like seeing her in person. Her hair formed in ringlets and blew in the breeze. Her eyes were like magnets, drawing me nearer to them. I shook away the thought.

Annabeth was by my side for everything. When I journeyed to the Underworld, and even when Grover had to sport a wedding dress. She was there when Luke . . . I might not finish that sentence.

It wasn't long before I asked her to be my girlfriend, and it was only a fraction of a second for her excited "Yes!". We'd shared many things before, a satchel, a quest, but only then did I share a kiss with her, underwater.

I was kicking my feet, sitting on the dock of Long Island Lake, the water swishing as I swung my legs. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day. The sun dipped into the horizon, waving us goodbye, and I could imagine Apollo blowing kisses in the air as he drove his chariot. the grass looked greener than usual under this sun, and I planned to share a hearty meal with Annabeth that night.

I looked down as a bottle hit my feet. Heart racing, I picked it up, feeling like a six-year-old again. I uncapped the bottle like I did with Riptide, and unfurled the note inside.

It was always meant to be and I knew it most. You're very welcome. Hope you and Annabeth are doing alright. I'm just a message in a bottle away.

-Poseidon, your dad

With shaking hands, I held the note close, feeling tears in my eyes. Of course. It was him. It was always him, passing along those notes. I didn't even question it as a kid, just allowing myself to trust the sea. And mom knew too, didn't she? All along, Annabeth and I were written in the stars, by none other than the sea.

I smiled. All of it started with a message in a bottle.

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HOPE YOU LIKED IT YALL

[i-read-and-write-barely]

Pumpkins

You and Gabriel get up to some mischief in the bunker. Now there's a time limit for Sam and Dean to find all the pumpkins before they rot.

This is writen for my self made challenge of spnoctober. I'm trying to improve the consistancy of my writing, and what better way to do that then make a challenge centered around what I adore.

Day 1. Pumpkins.

"Hey Gabe~?" Your voice rings out across the bunker. A soft flutter of wings behind you alerts you of Gabriels prescence.

"Hey sugar~ What's happening?" Gabe gives you a cheeky smile and waggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes and chuckle softly.

"Oh nothing much, just had a plan to cause some troubles for our favorite pair of Winchesters~ Figured you'd want in. So.. You interested?" You cheekily smile.

"Oh boy do I! When have I ever turned down a chance to mess with those brothers?" Gabriel's whiskey colored eyes look upon you fondly, urging you to continue.

"Well..." You turn your body away and smile, grabbing Gabriel's hand and dragging him to the dinning room table. Where a vast amount of pumpkins rest, standing innocently despite the trouble you're going to use them for. "I figured we could carve up some of these bad boys and hide them around the bunker~ I figure they'll have to rush to find them all before they start to rot."

"Hmm.. Not bad doll~ I'm starting to think you might have a small talent for mischief." Gabriel chuckles before snapping his fingers, half of the pumpkins are immediately carved, there's an image of Sam and Dean looking grumpy, Dean kissing his car, Castiel holding a cat. And various other fun pictures.

"Awww." You coo quietly at some of the cuter pieces of art. "Now that's perfect! But... what shall we do with the rest of the pumpkins?" You look to Gabriel, tilting your head questionly. He simply smiles and hands you a bedazzling gun.

"Fire away~" Gabriel takes a step back and lets you have free reign. You carefully aim and start dazzling pumpkins up. When you're done it's almost impossible to see the actual pumpkin underneath. You smile proudly and look to Gabriel who is currently taping pumpkins to the celing fan blades. A chuckle escapes past your lips, bringing Gabriels attention back to you. "What? Don't think it's a good enough hiding place?"

"No no, it's perfect Gabe. Just unexpected~" You smile and grab a few pumpkins before wandering off to hide them. After thirty odd minutes you've both manged to hide all the pumpkins. The roar of an engine outside alerts you to the boys being home. You and Gabriel exchange a glance. Both of you scramble to the couch and sit down, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Hey! We're home!" Dean's voice flows through the bunker. "Why... Is there a pupkin with my face on it?!"

You and Gabriel laugh before he teleports you both out of the bunker, the last thing you hear is a noise of rage from the older Winchester sibling.

[ashturnedtomist]

Redacted HCs 2!

- Damien refuses to admit it but he cries every time he watches The Notebook and The Titanic

- Gavin and Freelancer have a room in Freelancer’s apartment for Caelum

- Elliott is afraid of snakes

- Vincent named one of his cars after Lovely

- Lasko’s listener struggles to fit in at D.A.M.N and Lasko was the first person to make them feel welcome

- Pre-turning, sometimes Lovely’s hair would fritz up when they got excited or frustrated

- Damien and Huxley think about Lovely a lot, and they don’t know if they’re dead or alive

- Darlin’ had distant parents, so Gabe and Marie would often take over the parenting roles for them

- Asher noticed the change in Darlin’s behavior when they started hanging out with Quinn, but he didn’t know how to approach them about it

- Angel purposefully ignores Christian during pack meetings to piss him off

- Every now and then, when Freelancer uses water magic, they get a chill down their spine and feel slightly nauseous

- Darlin’ asks Sam to bite them every now and then, but they’re secretly terrified that when he does finally agree to do it, they’ll only be reminded of Quinn

- Anton really likes classical music

- When Angel saw the rings that Milo got for him and Sweetheart, they freaked out and thought they had also gotten engaged along with Baabe and Asher

- When Asher told his family that he was engaged, his mother nearly blew out an ear drum with how loud she squealed over the phone. Same for his sister.

- Asset sometimes sits there and tries really hard to remember who they were before the obsession code took over. They are not usually successful.

- James writes letters to his partner every day, even though he can never send them to them

- Freelancer is scared to bridge with anyone since the whole Kody situation

[gigglecongregation]

perfect plan

based on this tumblr post i saw, except it isn't finished bc i don't know if it's any good...

enjoy if you wish :)

When Sam woke up this morning he had a plan. He’d been formulating it for months, mentally calculating everything that could go wrong, and what needed to go right. Nothing could fail, nothing could be misplaced. It had to be perfect.

He found his way into the kitchen, by now used to the twists and turns that made up the bunker, and pulled out his pre-made strawberry & spinach smoothie. He calmly walked over to the cupboard on his left, and pulled out the bread and some raspberry jam. He made himself toast.

He sat at the table, glancing occasionally at the clock on the wall as it ticked by, enjoying the silence that fell over the room, a silence he knew he’d be missing in roughly three minutes. 

Dean’s alarm goes off every morning at eight, and he always hits ‘snooze’ twice and then grunts and grumbles all the way to the kitchen. On his way, he’ll walk past Castiel’s room, who’d be waiting to hear him and would exit his room immediately (real smooth).

2 minutes left.

As they’d walk Dean would make himself more awake in order to participate in conversation with Cas, who’s usually discussing his victories and losses in Candy Crush; the game he plays during the night due to his ability to survive without sleep.

1 minute.

As they’d enter the kitchen, Dean would have just made a comment about how ‘Even Angel’s should rest’ and Cas would have reminded him bluntly that, ‘no, we don’t’. 

“-don’t actually.” Cas finished, walking into the kitchen as predicted with Dean following behind. Dean made an annoyed face at the bluntness but withheld a sarcastic comment- It’d fly over Cas’ head anyway.

“Hey Sammy, still drinking your health juice I see,” was Dean’s choice of words, as unoriginal and repetitive as they’d always been. Sam rolled his eyes and stopped himself from sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“Hey Dean, still falling asleep with your shirt inside out I see,” he replied snarkily, enjoying Dean's confused looks at his normal shirt, oddly twisting himself to try and find the tag. He continued this for 30 seconds until he saw Sam grinning.

“Okay, fuck you.” Sam then got whacked on the back of the head with a random newspaper that he’d placed there last night. The plan was in action.

“What is that?” Cas asked, chiming into the conversation as he pulled the newspaper out of Dean's hands. On the front page was Gabriel, the archangel, getting arrested for murder in Ruston, Louisiana. Thank you Gabe for assisting.

“Is that Gabriel?” Dean said, both shocked and confused as he skimmed over the words on the paper. Of course Sam knew everything in it was fake- hell he wrote it himself- but he played into it.

“What?” he’d pulled the paper down slightly, looking at it alongside the others as they tried to grasp on what the fuck was going on. Cas seemed suspicious, not of Sam but of Gabriel surprisingly. Dean was mainly confused, Sam was already grabbing the car keys from the table.

“So we’re going, right?” Sam asked, standing up with the keys in one hand and his empty plate in the other, placing it in the sink as the others nod. 

“Let me grab my phone,”

—

“Sam you are not driving Baby, No fucking chance!” Dean denied, moving his hand back from where Sam held out his, going to grab the Keys. Cas stood awkwardly at the door.

“Dean, c’mon, literally just this once,” Sam asked, frustration lingering in his tone and a tired look in his eyes. All practised. Dean- still as clueless as always- is still shaking his head hard enough for it to fall off if it weren’t screwed on.

“Nope. Not happening,” he continued, completely against the mere idea that someone else is gonna drive his Baby. Sam sighed and glanced at Cas, a pleading look for him to intervene. This was going so perfectly.

“Dean, surely Sam isn't this bad of a driver?” Cas asked, looking at Dean in confusion, not yet grasping the pure insanity that is Dean's love for his car. Ironic, seeing as he can understand everything else about Dean- other than his crippling internalised homophobia (also ironic, seeing as he has plenty of it himself).

“No- Cas it’s not that he’s a bad driver, it’s my car.” Dean protests, his tone softening slightly in a way it never does for Sam, or anyone, and eyes now desperately glancing between the other two.

“If you aren’t driving we can talk though?” the angel continued, and Sam actually watched, in real time, his brother turn a shade of red that hasn't happened since Dean was in high school. Just kidding, it happened last week when Cas was helping Dean with enochian. Sam still remembers the muttering Dean was doing as he left the room, Sam is still traumatised.

Dean had paused, the blush he was attempting to shove down not listening very well as he scrambled to find an excuse to not let Sam drive his car. He couldn’t.

“If I see one scratch when we're out of this car I’m running you over with her.” Was Dean's response instead, finally chucking the keys over to Sam as he grumbled his way to the passenger side of the car. Sam bit back a grin.

“Duly Noted.” he affirmed, swapping places with Dean and opening the door. 

This was going well.

—

“Where are you going, you just missed the exit?!” Dean said, a slight shout as he glanced back, pausing his conversation with Cas to look at Sam in confusion. 

“There’s a roadblock, they’d check our IDs, I’m not bothered.” Sam offered simply, telling a partial truth, he hated roadblocks. There wasn’t one, but still. That wasn’t enough of an answer for Dean of course.

“Right,” Dean scoffed, still looking at Sam as if he had three heads. “There’s a road block, in the middle of fuck off no where, and you already knew of it?”

“Seriously, there was,” Sam lied simply, leaving his tone neutral as he merged lanes. This plan was too far along to fail now, and Sam had practised every aspect. Nothing was going to go wrong. “And unlike you I do actually check the traffic reports before driving somewhere.”

“Whatever, just don’t drive us into the middle of nowhere.” Dean muttered, huffing a bit before turning back to Cas. Their conversation about whether or not there was inhumanity in killing flies was re-started.

—

“What’s that in front of the car?” Cas asked, breaking the silence that’d been in the car for a rough 20 minutes. Sam grinned. Thank you Crowley.

“Whaddya mean Cas?” he asked, obviously not seeing what they’re seeing due to not being the person the spell was directed at.

“The light?” Cas answered, still questioning as he squinted slightly. Dean was covering his eyes too, so he was aware he wasn’t losing sanity, however Sam’s indifference confused him.

“Why the fuck is it so bright?,” Dean asked angrily, covering his eyes as he flipped off the air in front of him. Sam let himself laugh a bit at that. He wondered how bright the light they were seeing was.

“Did you guys both whack your heads together this morning? It’s called the Sun,” Sam excused easily, telling the partial truth once more. For him it was the Sun- he has no clue what they’re seeing.

—

“The light is still there,” Cas said, probably only 10 minutes later, Sam gave a half-sigh half-laugh. Dean had been rummaging around the glove box and centre console the whole time. 

“Where are my sunnies?” he asked, finally stopping his rummaging to look up at Sam, he only opened the overhead compartment for him.

“Guys, relax, it’s the morning, the sun is obviously gonna be there,” Sam assured, glancing at Cas in the rearview mirror. His eyes were drooping. 

—

“Sam?” Cas asked, once more breaking the silence. He’d been trying to play candy crush and couldn’t even finish the level he was on from last night. 

“Yeah Cas?” he responded, looking at the angel in the back looking roughly 10 seconds away from sleep. The plan was almost complete.

“Dean’s asleep.” he commented, causing Sam to glance down at his brother, who’d fallen asleep mere minutes after he put his sunnies on. Sam made sure he still had the plastic spoon in his pocket quickly before responding to Cas.

“I know,” was all he replied with, waiting for Cas to continue. 

“Why do I want to sleep?” the angel mumbled, his eyes drooping even further as he laid his head on the seat. He wants to sleep because of a spell Sam asked Crowley to cast on them so they would be unconscious when Sam very obviously drove past Louisiana and to Singer Salvage Yard.

“I dunno Cas, maybe you should though, it’s a long drive,”

“Okay.”

Should I write more perhaps?

[febreze-bottle-without-febreze]

redacted asmr/audio characters I feel don't have their driver's licenses or don't know how to drive

Freelancer

they just never had time to get their driver'slicense. I have a headcanon that they were using their skateboard to get everywhere before they met the D.A.M.N boys, they still use their skateboard to get places when they don't feel like bothering anyone or doesn't feel like driving. They taught themselve to drive when they were 12 just in case waiting until they were 18 to try to get away from their family didn't work out and they need to high jack someone's car.

Lovely

They grow up in New York so they didn't learn to drive or get their driver's license because they could just walk everywhere, but when they moved to Dahlia they still didn't get their driver's license because they could still walk everywhere and they had friends that could drive them places. They can't drive for the life of them but to give credit where credits do they have their moments were their pretty good behind the wheel but don't let them drive your car unless you're a immortal vamp named Vincent Solaire with a super rich maker.

Gavin

He the only one on this list you can trust to drive safely. He just showed up one day to Freelancer's apartment with a car no one knows were he got it from, but can you really blame him I feel like most D(a)emons don't have their driver's licenses.

Lasko

Every time his behind the wheel he's at risk of a panic attack so yeah no driving for him but if you ask him if he has his driver's license he'll just lie and say yes cause he's embarrassed that he doesn't. And he prefers to take the bus or walk

Brooks

I feel like he had it and got it taken away or never had it in the first place. he drives like his on fast and furious so it's better for everyone's safety if he doesn't drive

Darlin

They taught themselves how to drive with a little bit of Gabe's help. But their banned from driving cars for getting into too many accidents and especially after Gabe's death and the only thing they can actually drive safely is a motorcycle and they even drive that recklessly

Bright eyes and Fred (when they were newborn vamps)

There's no way these two had their licenses, scratch that Bright had their licenses they just got it taken away a few days before they got turned and Fred failed his driving test so many times he just gave up on it. Sam did eventually teach them both how to drive safely with their new vamp abilities so he wouldn't have to drive them everywhere anymore

[thedaughterofadam]

I'm on a road trip, so you know what that means? That's right S.O. headcanons! Let's get into it hoes. You know the drill NSFW, Minors Do Not Interact

Angel:

- David's dad died in a car accident so Angel being a hyper little gremlin wants to give him peace of mind and sits in the backseat where they can move around as they please.

- David hardly has the radio on so they wear headphones and jam out while playing Minecraft or something else on the switch.

- When Angel and David both don't have to drive, Angel naps while holding David's hand so he feels some comfort on the road.

- David will not take his hands off the wheel and Angel doesn't want him to freak out. But on the days when his cuteness aggression gets the best of him, he will pull over, out the car in park, turn the car off and crawl into the backseat with Angel.

Baaabe

- Drives, Asher is a passenger princess.

- Listens to action music while driving gives them an edge as they use their turn signals properly.

- Drives during road trips, because they have the least amount of Driving anxiety.

- On the off chance they're both late to something and Asher does drive, he manages to convince Babe they can be late by about an hour more and pulls over.

Sweetheart

- Had break checked people for not wearing a seatbelt and will do it while people put theirs on.

- Has road rage in French compared to Milo's Brooklyn road rage.

- Has shared headphones with Darlin' during a road trip filled with old dance music they had to dance to as kids.

- Milo's favorite place to stop are seedy gas stations while he blasts his music so nobody can hear Sweetheart.

Darlin

-They're not allowed to drive ever.

- Makes fun of Sam's playlist, calls it Cowboy music {Kiss is on there}

- Has a whole ass concert in the backseat of cars during road trips, Sam is there hype man, so is Sweetheart.

- Sam understands the importance of keeping his hands on Ten and Two even before Darlin told him about Gabe. So they made a signal, Darlin pulls on Sam's belt when they're ready to pull over and "stretch their legs".

Freelancer {Deviant}

- Gavin and them get slushies and snacks before they head off for wherever they're going.

- Has a whole bag of books dedicated to the car so they won't be bored.

- Group road trips are like Halloween, Trading and switching snacks.

- Gavin's hand is either down their pants or their mouth is around his dick, their both punctual people.

Freelancer {Lasko}

- Lasko is their passenger princess, no questions asked.

- Prefers lollipops as car snacks, so just imagine Lasko and them both having Lollipops in their mouth picking Gavin and Deviant the lecture about smoking that would ensue.

- Is the first person knocked out on the group road trips

- Gas station bathrooms are Lasko's favorite pit stop, people hardly ever go in them and he gets to see what Freelancers pretty nails look like against his skin.

[dw-squirrel]

Debriel Snippet, I'm not sure what to call this.

This would be a new experience for the two hunters, recently the archangel Gabriel showed up. No strings attached, he offered to help them on a few hunts. Such an odd thing to do, but they accepted the help. Keeping their guard up at most times because how are they to know if this is a trap or not?

Why would Gabriel want to help them? It was a simple answer, one Dean wouldn't pick up on right away. But Sam was starting to.

When Gabe would get into the Impala, he sat in the backseat. Not his first choice, but Sam took the front passenger and obviously Dean's driving. But Gabe chooses to sit behind Dean. The decision is something Dean didn't question at first, why would he?

Everything was fine for the first hour. Then randomly Gabe leaned forward and poked Dean just to see how he would react.

In the beginning Dean got a little upset. "what the hell, Gabriel?" And "damnit, Gabe! Keep your hands to yourself" would be the responses to come from the Winchester.

Of course Gabriel would back off for a bit, but he never stopped. This would be the new normal for any ride with him.

But then fast forward a few months later, another car ride. Gabriel in the back. But it's after a real difficult hunt. Gabriel doesn't do any of his usual distracting things. He leaves Dean alone.

He didn't sit directly behind Dean this time, he sat behind Sam. Dean would think it's because he did something wrong and Gabriel wants to be further away, which hurt. Because somewhere along the way he'd started catching feelings. Something he never would admit to..not now anyway.

But the last few hunts had been hard. Witches and powerful gods, they were lucky they had the archangels help. They'd been in some tricky situations before, not sure how to get out.

This time- this time Gabriel saw Dean almost die. Something that he had tried to convince himself didn't bother him. He'd killed Dean before hundreds of times. So why would this bother him? Well- Gabriel hated himself for killing Dean all those times.

He has been trying to teach a lesson to Sam, but in the process he hurt the one person he truly cared about. The one person he didn't want to lose. He said he'd never do something like that again and as long as he could help it, he would protect this man.

They'd started growing closer over the last few months. Bonding over love for the same sweet treats. Sharing greasy diner food. When Sam went to sleep at night, the archangel and the hunter would stay up talking.

Sometimes it was light conversation about a tv show or movie. Finding out they both had similar taste in all forms of media, Gabriel was a lot easier to talk to than anyone ever had been.

Dean never expected to care for the archangel. But he had never really gotten to know him until now.

Sometimes their conversation wasn't as light. They discussed family drama.. they discussed all the times in the past where Gabriel had tried to teach the Winchester's lessons and it rarely went well.

Dean started to understand Gabriel a little more and maybe that was terrifying. But really the archangel wasn't a bad person.

The hunter considered him a friend now. He thought they'd gotten close and Gabriel might like him too.

But this car ride was different.

Dean actually felt sad, when Gabriel sat in a different spot. Eventually he couldn't take the silence anymore. He pulled the car over, then turned around to look at Gabe.

Confused, Sam responded to this with "Dude what the hell?"

But Dean ignored him and only focused on Gabe. "Alright, talk to me. What's going on?"

Gabriel looked at him the Winchester, confusion written all over his face. 'he cares about me?' he thought, not speaking a word.

"Look, I'm not gonna say I'm a fan of all the poking and childish behavior when you're in the backseat. But-" Dean sighed, he totally missed all of that. He wasn't fooling anyone. "I miss you, man. You're not yourself, talk to me."

Once again he was met with silence only this time he could see the tears forming in Gabriel's eyes. Archangels weren't supposed to cry, right? Well- technically they and all angels weren't even supposed to feel anything or have much personality. Gabriel was different.

Dean quickly moved to the back seat to dry the archangels tears "hey, hey whoa- please don't cry."

"You care about me," Gabriel said, his voice quiet. "You- Dean, I almost lost you. I should have been able to stop-"

Dean shook his head. "You did stop it. You did save me. Don't talk like I died, I'm right here, man. I'm right here.."

Gabriel smiled, reaching his hand out and gently brushing his fingers along Dean's cheek, just to prove to himself this was real. Dean Winchester really was sitting beside him, drying his tears. He smiled now. "I love you." his voice was barely above a whisper.

And it was then that Sam's suspicions had been confirmed and Dean- well Dean got confirmation on something he didn't realize meant this much to him until right now.

"I love you too," he said, his voice matching the same volume as the archangels.

Sam would look away after this quiet confession though. Because after this, Dean and Gabe shared their first kiss...

[aerospectrum]

“Gimme that-.” Gabriel tried to yank the bat from Castiel’s teenaged death grip. “You asked for my help, bucko,” Cas’ feet slid across the floor so the brothers were almost chest to chest with the bat gripped between them. “You really wanna choose them over my help?” he was voice low and grace crackled off him like electricity.

“Madison’s in danger- I promised Dean and you said you’d help.” Cas argued quietly, less and less sure of himself the stronger Gabe seemed to become. Their quiet conversation was sidetracked by Madison’s confusion.

“Yeah it figures you’d be confused.” He glared at her. “You humans are all the same, you see something you want and you take it, you don’t care who it hurts.” when Cas tried to interject that Madison didn’t do anything wrong again Gabriel shoved him down with more force than necessary and that time Cas did stay down. Gabe returned his focus to Madison and Dean. “What is it with you two? You decided to take a random hunt? Got restless... got frisky? Wanted to have fun? Never mind how you made wingless wonder here think he mattered and for what?” He turned to Cas. “And you want me to help keep her safe from us after what they did to you? How screwed up are you?” He disappeared again leaving more questions than answers for a second time.

Dean stood, boiling with rage again, this time at Gabriel. He vibrated with emotion and held Madison's hand so tightly he didn't think to let go. He couldn't say anything, not that he'd kick Gabe's ass when he came back. Not telling Cas he did matter. Not assuring Madison that she was ok-- what they'd done was ok, hooking up wasn't some end of the world massive crime. Everything angel related seemed hellbent on breaking them apart-- that's how Dean knew they weren’t wrong. But he was blinded by rage, rooted to the floor. Sad. Furious. Confused. He swallowed the dry stickiness in his throat. Cas looked hurt- physically and emotionally, but he couldn't move, he couldn't bring himself to say anything or check on him- what was wrong with him? "Let's.... let's go." he spoke, unsure if it was to her or Madison or Sam in the doorway. "Let's just leave. All of us, let's get in the car and go... fuck them, fuck the angels and whatever hunky doory bullshit they have planned. Let's go- we can crash a motel room and get drunk as shit and... wait for them to bring their feathery asses to us."

It took her a moment to actually understand what Dean was referring to. But when she did , her face remained blank. “I… I don’t know how to say this w/o it sounding extremely sad…. But I’m not a stranger to… that. I mean, I’m not gonna give you a freebie to push me around or slap me, but… I don’t know. You shouldnt do it to cas, but no, it doesn’t change things between us.” She rubbed his chest again trying to help him through his thoughts. “Those are nice gestures you did, but maybe he needs to hear & know it in a different way than just gestures. Just like…. You know I had a good time in the kitchen this morning… you know that. But isn’t it nice when I tell you how amazing you felt?”

Bad example. But she got her point across… hopefully.

Dean rubbed her thighs & hips & she was pressing into him trying to stay in his hold. “Maybe I ruined things… it was you 3 musketeers. Then I came… I fucked his bestfriend & suddenly you guys are focused on trying to keep me safe.” The thought of Gabriel creeping on them made her shudder. Cas told him what we did.” She said a bit shyly, “I didn’t think… us doing that would cause so many problems.”

She frowned, “is it bad… I wanna do it again?” His comment about the motel did make her smile a bit. “Maybe we will have more times to pretend.”

Dean scooped Madison up in his arms & she cowardly clung to him. Gabriel began accusing him & her & just as she suspected… she was the cause of problems. She couldn’t argue because she knew how it looked. But again she couldn’t help herself, she couldn’t help that lonely feeling that she wanted Dean to fill.

The bunk on the head was well deserved in her eyes, she she was too scared to let go of Dean & seeing cas w/ a bat only had her pressed further into deans chest trying to get away from them. “I’m so confused on what is happening …”