#Hunter is a hellhound for obvious reasons

[feathersnflowers]

What if owl house x helluva boss (these are the two I have completely finished but I have some more ruff sketches)

[mickmundy]

SORRY IDK WHERE ELSE TO POST THIS. slapdash combobulation of some bushmed vampire au thoughts i’ve been knocking around in my head for the past few months. whee! i’d like to eventually turn this into a polished fic once i’m done with my main medsnip fic. i don’t want to spread myself too thin but once i get an idea its hard for my brain not to just go nyoom

Sniper is a local hunter who gets brought into this German town in the mountains to deal with population control of these “feral wolves” that have been literally plaguing a lot of land for a long time. They’re harder to kill than regular wolves and Sniper’s a talented beast-hunter so the people of the surrounding area call on him for his expertise and help with finding out wtf is up with all of these Damn Wolves!

So sniper stakes out and observes the wolves and notices that they love eating meat. Almost for Fun. And it doesn’t stop there… they’ll go so far as to lick blood off of the ground, almost draining their kills dry. Not natural for just a normal wolf… and he ends up having to engage with a few of them and shoots them dead with perfect skill (of course). He observes them for about a week before he decides to make a move.

Sniper follows them to see where their den is and they make quite a trek to this huge castle and go in through some concealed undercroft. So clearly they have a master.. but what good would it do to just have a bunch of wolves killing a bunch of people for literally no reason.. nobody in the area is particularly rich and anyone living in a castle like this wouldn’t need anything from common folk anyway. So he decides to approach the castle… and he’s not a people person really so he knocks the elaborate knocker and takes his hat off (polite.. hehe) and clears his throat and isn’t really expecting an answer but the door opens by itself… and sniper hears a booming voice from up above somewhere that’s like “Come in, Herr Hunter! I'll be with you in a moment!”

Sniper’s like ??? but brushes it off… looks up at the impressive balcony and is like 'How the fuck did he know who I was or what I did… “Hello, sorry’a bother you but is there any chance you’ve been commanding those hellhounds that’ve been bleeding the local areas like stuck pigs? S’bad for the environment, mate. So if y’don’t wrangle in your spoiled dogs, I’ll have tooo- uhh…” And at the top of the balcony… Sniper can see the swish of coattails… and then…. appears Medic… vampire Medic…!

He leans over the balcony and grins down at Sniper and is like (hello fraulines! voice ->) “Hello, Herr Hunter!” and does a giddy giggle as he leans over the balcony and is kind of sizing Sniper up… of course plenty of other people have come here to try and stop him, but never because they’d made the connection with his wolves… Ohhh.. this hunter is special! “How can I be of service to you?”

Medic is prepared to kill him like he's killed all the other hunters before him but he's kiiiinda hoping he doesn't have to kill him because he's... cute... in a scruffy bloodbag kind of way...,. and Sniper’s just totally taken aback by how friendly this vampire is so he’s like "Well-..." Clears his throat.. "I've noticed you’ve been a bit of a disturbance.... y'know.,., what with the.... your mutts feasting on the folks around here," and Sniper usually comes in super gruff etc. but Medic is just.. wow..... not like other vampires he's killed....

Vampire Medic hums and is like "Oh, ja, that... I'm afraid it can't be helped! I'm a very... very.... hungry man, after all.." Sniper swallows because well yeah, that much is obvious! And Medic smirks because he can hear sniper's heartbeat like thumpa thumpa! awooooga!!

Sniper's like "Well. Be that as it may, any chance you can stop drainin' folks like stuck pigs?" Medic puts his hands behind his back and is like "Hmm.... well, you're a business man, aren't you, huntsman? You understand that I cannot simply do these things for nothing in return." And Sniper swallows bc he knows how powerful medic is... he can practically smell it and it is not a good idea to fuck with a vampire like this! So he's trying to play his cards a certain way so that he doesn’t have to end this with conflict…

"Well... what's worth an entire town'a people? Dunno how you can just wager-" Medic leaps down from the balcony and lands gracefully on his feet and stands up straight… and Sniper has to crane his neck to look up at him because… holy dooley… that’s a big… well fed…. spoiled vampire… Medic stands at about 9 feet tall and (some) vampires grow in relation to age and how well they feed.. Crikey…!! Not bad on the eyes, either.,.,

Medic cuts him off and is like "You. I would like you! ^_^ &lt;3" Not just bc he thinks sniper is kinda cute... but he's a very good vampire hunter and he could do work for Medic so.... it seems like a good deal to him! A very fair trade…. if he was going to be going ‘on a diet’ for a little while, it would have to be worth it after all! Sniper's like “WHAT?? Y’GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!” And Medic's like "I know you've been the one killing my wolves. I'm very impressed by you, hunter! ^v^" [VERY threatening aura despite hiii <3 vibes] and Sniper’s like “Yeah well what if I’m not interested in negotiatin’ about this, mister-(trying to be condescending)?”

Medic eyes Sniper’s knife and grins and is like “Please! call me Ludwig! (didn’t get that he was trying to be condescending) and of course then you’ll walk out of here alive, just as you came. I must say I would find it interesting that you wouldn’t leap at the chance to be the hero of the local people, though.” And would grin smugly… because sniper’s one life for the lives of the animals and humans of the entire area seems like more than a fair trade… but Sniper’s stubborn as hell and he’s a good enough person but definitely not a saint.

Sniper’s like “And what does all this mean for me? That I’d be some kinda hors d'oeuvre for you until you decide to snap my neck and drain me dry?” Medic’s eyes widen and he laughs and is like “Goodness, no! how barbaric! We shouldn’t focus on how I could kill you. Life is too short to think so heavily about how we might die.” And smirks and Sniper arches his brow, deciding to hear the vampire out..

Medic shrugs and is like “I’m a powerful vampire. I won’t reveal my age to you on our first date (pauses to grin gleefully because he can hear Sniper’s heart flutter at the mention of them being on a date), but I like my home and I intend to stay here and carry on as I’ve had. However, I am not above making compromises!” And shakes his finger and puts his hands behind his back and continues “Of course you know vampires exist. What you might not know is that we don’t all get along.” And says it kinda spitefully and Sniper’s like ???

Medic carries on and explains that vampires are constantly fighting over turf and feeding grounds and whatnot but killing another of their kind personally is… in poor taste. But if Sniper helps Medic take over other territories he won’t need to feed on this area. Less vampires means not as many people die and having both a human and a vampire working together is great for both people and vampires… “But that’s where you would come in, hunter!”

Sniper scoffs and puts his hands on his hips and is like “Y’want me to be your own personal vampire hunter. A vampire hunter that works for a vampire.” Medic hums and is like “Precisely! It has a delectable ring to it, doesn’t it! Hoo hoo!”

Medic approaches Sniper closer and Sniper's on his guard, and Medic bends over at the hip to look Sniper in the eyes and is like “I know you’re a capable hunter, mister Mundy. My wolves have told me (he can communicate with/see “through” their eyes). And if you went from being a small-time crocodile-wrestler and chose to pursue more… exhilarating prey, I can assure you that our deal will give you the thrills of a lifetime.”

Sniper’s looking into Medic’s eyes and then looks down as Medic runs his clawed hand over the sheath of Sniper’s knife holster that’s mounted on his shoulder… and Sniper clears his throat and is like “How’d you know I was-“ and looks behind Medic and sees some of the wolves and looks back at him... Medic smiles toothily and shows off his fangs… and well… the bushman's always admired pretty sets of teeth… control yourself Sniper!

“Imagine this kinda servitude is for life, then.” Medic chuckles and is like “You won’t be trapped here, you’re not my ward. You don’t even have to live here, though I’d be happy to supply you with the finest living quarters you could imagine. Fed, paid, and free as a bird. I do require that in regards to other vampires, your loyalty will be only to me. Of course, there would have to be.. unfortunate repercussions should you betray my interests for another vampire’s.” Sniper snorts and is like “You’re out of your bloody mind.” And Medic laughs…

“Certainly!" He agrees, "So go on and think about it, and come back to me if you decide to take me up on it. The offer is always open.” So Sniper leaves and goes back to the village and gathers up his stuff and finds the locals and tells them “Found a way to deal with the wolves. Gonna take care of it at their den. Shouldn’t be a bother anymore.” They pay him and Sniper stays there for a few more days while he thinks about that vampire’s offer…

Late at night he arrives to Medic’s castle and sees the wolves growling at him as he approaches, but then.,., they stop once they smell him and sit politely! Sniper’s like ???…. and he kicks the door a few times to knock (his hands are full) and the door opens again and Medic smiles pleasantly and is like "I didn't think I'd see you again, huntsman! Welcome back," and Sniper's heart flutters and Medic can hear it… <3 but Sniper stays on the porch.

“I stay, y’leave those people alone. There’s plenty’a eating around here if you’re not greedy about it.” Medic snorts and is like "My pets must eat, you understand (they hunt for him and he can Get Energy from them through blood synthesis. i have a lot of thoughts on this BUT to keep it short lets go with this). As must I. what do you—”

Sniper reaches down and grabs raw meat, intestines, etc. he’s brought and starts tossing it to the wolves outside in the snow, and Medic's pupils dilate at the smell. He knew Sniper must have hunted it (ethically) from local wildlife… and he’d brought it to keep them good on their word… which Medic appreciates because he didn’t have to do that. It’s not anywhere near as good as living blood (truly “fresh”), but the gesture is nice.

Medic’s like “Oh, and are you going to be taking me up on the living quarters?” and sees Sniper’s bags and stuff at his feet looking like a homeless lil hunter and Sniper frowns and is like “‘Course. Clear i don’t live around here, isn’t it?” Medic grins toothily and hums and effortlessly picks up Sniper’s bags for him and is like “Abundantly. Come along then, hunter! I’ll show you to your wing!”

Medic shows Sniper to his quarters which is nicer than anywhere he's ever lived! He's in total awe of the place and that it has electricity and is just so bloody nice… and now he’s living here too… holy dooley. Medic shows Sniper to his “room” which is more like a huge wing that has its own balcony, bathroom, bedroom with a big fireplace, lots of windows…. very very nice. But Sniper’s still totally suspicious!

Medic’s like “I hope it is to your liking! You can of course alter it any way you’d like. I’ll leave you alone for now to get plans for your dinner started. Is steak alright? Oh! And we can start our real work tomorrow!” Like calling behind him as he’s standing at the door…

Sniper’s like this is too good to be true. what the fuck. But instead says “Right. so when do you eat my heart out of my chest then?" and the vampire stops with his back to Sniper and turns his head and gives him a toothy smile and is like "When you beg me to. And not a moment sooner. :) Gute Nacht, Herr Mundy." and delights in the sound of the pounding pounding pounding of Sniper’s heart as he retreats to his main quarters and thinks about his handsome hunter... who is now all his... hoo!

Sniper swallows and is like Wrow… Ummm Okay.,, Hot.,,., and as time goes by he starts to get used to the fancy lodgings and the fact that somehow/somewhy Medic isn't killing him and is actually holding up his end of the bargain, and they're getting so comfortable coexisting together that even a few of Medic's wolves start to warm up to him... and sometimes Medic looks out his Brooding Window to see Sniper playing in the snow with them or them falling asleep in front of the fireplace together... and they start to fall in love... hehehe

okay yeah. as soon as my main bushmed fic is done im polishing this up what the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need them to fuck nasty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[madefate]

Loona chooses to trust Stolas' unspoken promise - she doesn't have any particular reason to doubt him, but then, she's never needed a reason to doubt anyone before. It's always been the safer option, and for most of her life it's been the correct one. Fuck, even now there's really only one person she doesn't doubt consistently - but that, too, is changing because it has to. She has Moxxie and Millie, now, and she doesn't know if it's the urgency of the circumstances, but she kind of wants to put Stolas on that list too.

( maybe it's just exhausting, being on guard all the time. )

She knows he's keeping up with her, but she didn't realize Stolas was taking her murmured comments seriously until she hears, after a beat, ❝ A needle. ❞ - Shit. Loona's fairly certain that any of the three of them could get up after a taser attack, especially if they could get away, but drugs were a whole different fucking story. Her fangs grind together, thinking of the way Blitz never talked about what transpired last time these fuckers nabbed him.

Humans are so - weird, stupid, frustrating. What the fuck did any of them do to them in the first place? This doesn't even seem to be revenge for the follow up slaughter ( well fucking deserved, in her opinion ) - they're just ... obsessed. Ritualistic, clinical, looking at her like they want to rip her open.

❝ Right, alive. - I guess that makes sense. They're not hunters like that crazy Satanist family. They have'ta want something. ❞

It's getting more and more obvious that the human fucks didn't just get lucky with their ambush - this had to be a divide and conquer, and Loona feels the pit of her stomach churning at the thought. Just working with Millie alone, they'd manage to clear a path to the boys last time - if the scents were together again, they couldn't have been conscious. Fuck.

She hates the feeling that comes with having to rely on someone else, but she's hit her dead end and now she watches Stolas carefully. He's smart, good at putting clues together and figuring shit out. She feels electric currents of anxiety roll down her back, tries to channel them into rage. Rage is easier. Rage protects you; rage gets the fucking job done.

Her tail stiffens out when the expression on his face changes - darkens. Loona creeps closer, about to demand what it is he's thought of, but Stolas is already turning to their hostages. What is it, what's happening damn it!

The leader guy only flinches a little when Stolas focuses his attention on him, demands he tell them where they were taken - fuck, fuck! Are they not even here anymore - ??

❝ I don't give into the demands of demon scum - ❞

He's cut off by the other guy, the one who's clearly way more fuckin' traumatized. ( good. )

❝ It's a base to a portal, just under the grass - it'll activate - ❞

❝ Shut the fuck up ! ❞

Loona growls in the back of her throat, the sound ripping out of her in a way that usually made the other Hellhounds run away from her, bloodlust in her eyes. The coward had already looked cowed by Stolas' commanding tone, and while the leader flinches again he still doesn't look moved to speak. What kind of idiot doesn't value his own life?

❝ There's a key we use, and when it's active it portals you to an offsite - ❞

Loona doesn't wait for him to finish speaking before she's lunging for where she found the scent of metal. - Fucking no wonder she didn't notice anything; it's only when she starts digging a little does she unearth the base of something metallic.

❝ I think I found it ! ❞

The more time he spends with Loona, the more Stolas wants to get to know her better. She was Via's best friend, Blitz's daughter, but more than that, she was important in her own right. He wants to protect her, even though she doesn't need his protection, wants to give her the world, to wrap his arms around her and give her a safe space for as long as she needs it. All of which will have to wait until they're in a less precarious, time-sensitive situation.

But giving her a moment, helping her take a second to ground herself had seemed to help at least a little bit. Stolas watches as Loona tells him not to say anything about the choice she'd had to make, a soft smile on his face. He puts a hand over his heart, as though to say "I promise" as she shakes herself off before turning back to the trail she'd been following.

He picks up the rope binding their human captives, tugging them after him as he follows behind Loona.

❝ ... The fuck kinda weapon makes an injury this small. ❞ she asks, and his sharp eyes immediately hone in on where she's looking, the splatter of black blood drawing his gaze. It wasn't much, but the sight of it sends a chill down his spine.

"A needle," he finally says, eyes still fixed on the splash of blood on the ground as he feels dread begin to pool in his stomach, the worry he'd been trying to keep at bay steadily creeping back into his system. "But that means they wanted them alive," which had to be a good thing, didn't it? It would at the very least give the two of them more time to get to the others. But if the humans had blessed weapons…, if they used them on any members of the team before that point…, what would happen to them?

Stolas didn't even want to entertain the idea that they could be too late; they were going to get to them, and everything was going to be all right. It just had to be. If he let himself think of other possibilities, he would start to spiral, and that wasn't useful to anyone right now.

He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, shoving all his fears, his worries away; he would deal with them when he had to. Right now, Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie needed him to keep thinking clearly, to be logical, one of his strong suits. He needed to lean into that, to fall back into keeping his emotions in check.

And it was almost too easy to do, to slip back into that mask, one he'd fought so hard to rip away, to leave behind. But if it helped the others, he would do it a thousand times over.

Loona picks up speed, and Stolas follows behind her, all of his senses on alert, scanning the entire forest, looking for any signs of the others, anything they might have missed. Despite the relative darkness, Stolas can still see pretty well, and he uses that to his advantage, picking up on the physical trail of the scent Loona's following, the faint footprints and disturbed forest around them.

When she says she found something, he's at her side as quickly as his legs can carry him, dragging the humans behind him. He meets her gaze as she turns in a circle, frown on his face as he tries to figure out what that could mean. Their scents were strong, all three of them, but there's not more trail to follow?

And then a thought occurs to him, something that makes his blood run cold, that he desperately hopes is just his mind reaching for impossible scenarios. He steps forward, the galaxy of his magic surrounding the hand that's not holding a rope, pulsing darker than it usually appears, reflecting his roiling emotions as he feels out the energy of the area, hoping against hope that he is wrong, that he's jumping to conclusions.

But there is no mistaking the faint energy residue he's picking up on; he's worked with enough portals to know the telltale signature like the back of his hand. And coupled with Loona's words about what she can smell, the implication that there's more blood..., he can feel himself growing more frantic with each passing second as he shoves the nerves down, keeps them from showing on his face for even a moment. He would deal with his own panic later; this wasn't the time.

He turns, his movements slow, deliberate, carefully controlled, to face their human captives.

"Talk," he says to the one who had seemingly been in charge of the operation, the one he hadn't yet possessed. "Or I will make sure you wish you'd never been born." His voice is low, quiet, but there is an undeniable threat laced in his words, pure power that he is holding onto, keeping from erupting. "Where and how have your humans taken them?"

[maburito]

What IF do u recommend? 👀

ALRIGHT so since i keep falling on new if games and have a lot on my to read list I will make a second part of this list ozijfazorgj. But for now here are some of the IF games i highly recommend!

The Wayhaven Chronicles : First I'm starting with the obvious (that I've already recommended before i know shut up) Wayhaven Chronicles! After a strange murder in the usually tranquil town of Wayhaven, the newly appointed detective (aka the MC aka you) is gonna have to work with 4 beautiful vampires to "solve" this mystery. It currently has two books with a complete demo of the third book available. Honestly if you have followed my blog recently you saw me scream about this game cos I am obsessed and seriously i really recommend it, even if vampires aren't usually your thing.

Fallen Hero Rebirth : Oh boy, Fallen Hero, literally everything is in the title, and not at the same time. Basically you play as a former hero who's decided to become a villain for reasons i will absolutely not spoil bc it would be criminal. But know that this story is glorious, you can choose what kind of villain you would be (from an anarchist/anti hero type to a full blown heartless villain, everything is possible) and choose how your villain costume looks like. And of course you have different love interests all of them super interesting (tho i am very soft for Ortega, the Doctor and Argent but mostly the Doctor got me like 🥺🥺🥺 ). It currently has one book out with the second book demo almost all out called : "Fallen Hero Retribution".

Mindblind : Alright this, made me cry. Like actual tears came out of my eyes and i hate it ezokrafoprkg. In a world where the majority of people either have telepathy and other mental superpowers OR at least enough mind defense to not be too affected by those mental superpowers, your MC is the only "Zero" who's mind is basically an open book and a possible puppet for anyone with mental superpowers. Sucks even more when the MC family are basically renowned superheroes. For now only the demo is out and honestly i can't wait for the full book because this story has me hooked!

Speaker : Once again, a supernatural story because i can never get tired of them okay??? This time you can play as "a Speaker". Born from a generation of Seers, you went to the world a few seconds after ur twin sister, which means she got the traumatising visions while you're the only one who can "understand" them somewhat. Or at least try to make sense of them. But of course everything becomes troublesome when visions get more frequent and violent. Great premise, Lovable LI's (looking at Az, Rory and Kana 👀👀) what more could you want?

When It Hungers (formerly Smoke and Velvet on dashingdon) : First just so you know, the game is currently on dashingdon as Smoke and Velvet but will be moved to Twine with the title as "When it hungers" (u can go see the author tumblr if u curious). Anyway, as a lover of horror stories i can't wait to see more of When It Hungers, even if i made the mistake of reading this at night the first time 😔. The coolest thing ? You can choose to make your MC in three different monster : Basilik, Hellhound or a Haunted Doll, and each of them have a different past based on that choice.

A Tale Of Crowns : Basically A Tale of Crowns is a story based on a fantasy world (inspired by the Middle Eastern) where the big ruler aka The Crown is sorta chosen by the gods and can only be recognised by their golden eyes. Except that usually future crowns are found years before a current crown's death, and your character has been running away their whole lifes. I honestly don't even know how to begin to tell you how much i love this story. The universe built around it is just so well done, the love interests are all interesting for different reasons and i feel transported every time i read it. Even now saying this feels like too little but as usual im not good with english, but yeah just trust me it really deserves more than one look.

The Hunt : Demon Eyes : Just like When It Hungers, this IF is still on dashingdon but will be moved to Twine just so you know opzeakfaz. Anyway the premise is basically you play as a hunter, as in a hunter of supernaturals, whether you think all supernaturals are bad or think there are good ones is up to you, though u know, most of the love interests are supernaturals pzokfga. BUT! One day u end up possessed by a demon you were hunting and only break free TWO YEARS later! So u gonna have to try and find out what the hell happened all this time. There's not much out yet but im already really intrigued by the premise!

Bloodmoon : Who doesn't love a good story about werewolves? If you don't then im sorry you have such a lack of taste 😔. A story which updates every full moon (literally) about a clan of werewolves who just moved into a city, and unfortunatly it doesn't go as well as it could. Honestly between all the unique RO's (Vicky is my personal favorite even if Carrie and Shawnie also got me heart), the twist on the relationship between the wolves and the moon, and the whole story and dynamics between all the characters, Bloodmoon is a delight to read. And yeah i definitely re-read it way too many times oiajgfaoiej.

The Exile : Are you tired of fantasy stories? Well too bad here's one more because i love them!! And boooy this one got me obssesed. Playing as a former commander who was once admired by the kingdom they had vow to protect, they are now a fallen hero due to a tragedy that they cannot even remember. Between new encounters and former allies, trouble just keep finding them no matter what. Sorry for the bad summary but honestly the demo of this story got me so hooked!!! And you can basically choose what kind of "semi magic creature" your mc is! (werewofl, phoenix, etc). Seriously give it a go you won't regret it

[sortasirius]

15x20 Coda 2

AN: Yeah, another one.

Tossed it on AO3 here

More than anything, Dean remembers the pain.

It’s funny, you know, he’s had so much physical pain in his life, so many times he’s been cut and bleeding and broken and bruised, that you’d think it would all kinda blur together, but there are several moments that just...stick out.

The Hellhounds ripping him to pieces, the way he felt his skin tear under their claws, being stabbed by Metatron, Cas beating the shit out of him in the crypt...although that last one may hurt for different reasons.

All this to say, Dean knows pain, but the pain of being skewered by a damn piece of rebar, not even taken down like a respectable hunter, that sticks to him, clings to him like an invisible sheen of sweat.

He wakes up gasping for air, looking around the field that he’s laying in.  So...he made it.  This is Heaven.  Great.

Look, it’s not like he’s not grateful to be here, it’s certainly better than the alternative, he shivers a little at the thought, but trapped in his memories?  Ugh.

In the distance, he can see the outline of a building that looks for all the world like the Roadhouse.  Hey, might as well start somewhere.

The building is just as he remembered it, chipped, peeling paint, a shitty old porch, the whole nine.  The view is better, all mountains and trees and clear blue sky.  Okay, this really isn’t so bad.

“Well, at least I made it to Heaven.”

“Yep,” comes a too familiar voice to his left, and there, like he’s been waiting for him, is Bobby.  He can tell it’s his Bobby too, the Bobby that had left them all those years ago, the Bobby that was his real father.  But he doesn’t recognize this, when was Bobby ever at the Roadhouse?

“What memory is this?”

“It ain’t, ya idjit,” Bobby laughs, and Dean’s chest aches a little for some reason.

“Yeah it is,” as much as he wants to believe it, he knows good things don’t happen, not in his experience, “Cause the last I heard you were in Heaven’s lockup.”

“Was.  Now I’m not.  That kid of yours, before he went...wherever, made some changes here.  Busted my ass out, and then he, well, set some things right.  Tore down all the walls.  Heaven ain’t just reliving your golden oldies anymore, it’s what it always shoulda been.  Everyone happy.  Everyone together.”

Well, almost everyone, Dean thinks, the ache in his chest deepening at his own thoughts.

“Rufus lives about five miles that way with Aretha, thought she woulda had better taste.  And your mom and dad, they got a place over yonder.  It ain’t just Heaven, Dean.  It’s the Heaven you deserve. And we’ve been waiting for you. ”

He smiles at Bobby, unable to tell him that it isn’t, it couldn’t be, because the last piece of the Heaven he deserved was in the Empty.

Bobby hands him a beer as Dean takes in the remade world around him, thinking about Jack.

“So Jack did all that?”

“Well...Cas helped.”

Dean’s eyes snap to Bobby, who’s looking at him a little too knowingly.  Had he always been so obvious?  Probably so.

Before he can say anything else, before he can bolt straight in whatever direction Cas might be in, the door next to him creaks open, Dean turns, expecting Ellen or Jo or Ash or even Benny, only to see Cas, not in that trenchcoat, not in a tie, but in a flannel and jeans, looking so desperately beautiful that Dean can’t bring himself to move.  This can’t be real, this can’t be real, he can’t really be getting this, getting everything he wanted.  He had never, ever thought he would get anywhere close to peace, to happiness, with Cas taken from him, with words left unsaid hanging in the air.

“Hello Dean.”

The words are enough to make Dean stand straight up, forgetting Bobby, forgetting the beer in his hand, forgetting everything in the whole Universe except for the angel.  He was finally done searching for him.

“Cas,” Dean grabs him with a ferocity that would knock most people to the ground, “I missed you.”

“And I you,” Cas whispers, his arms winding around Dean’s back.

Is this what breathing for the first time felt like?

Dean pulls back.  He takes a breath.  It’s time.

“Cas, I need to say something.”

And this time, Cas doesn’t interrupt, he just smiles.

“I love you, too.  It’s always been you.”

Cas presses their foreheads together, and Dean feels like he could run for a hundred miles, like his heart had grown ten times it’s normal size, finally able to accept and hold the love that he was receiving, never have to worry about being too broken again.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He repeats the words a thousand times, even knowing that he had eternity to say them, it would never be enough.

[untilthcyrot]

❝ Potential fish, ❞ the hellhound mother clarified. Why she was about to confide in an angel that she had just threatened to turn into a feather duster was beyond her, but she wasn't a demon, contrary to popular belief; she wasn't petty like them. ❝ You may not see this as important to you but it is to me for obvious reasons. I've noticed a significant amount of my hounds being slaughtered and I'm trying to get to the bottom of who or what is responsible for that. ❞ Hounds here and there unfortunately were killed in the line of duty, including at the hands of his own hunter friends. Though she should hate to admit it, she understood it and even forgave the action. This was different though. It was as if her own hounds were being hunted down.

                             "I'D LIKE TO SEE THEM FIND ME IN HEAVEN THEN." Nothing from Hell could even pass through the gates without instantly disintegrating; not even humans can do it while still being in their meatsuits since only their souls are allowed to enter. You have to be of angelic blood to go to heaven, so even if Castiel would fear her threat, he had a safe place to go. He watches her, not blinking once. "What big fish do you have to fry then?"

[expvrgction]

EXTENDED CODEX: Prowlers

Overview

Excellent, albeit solo ambush hunters, Prowlers are a cut above their lower-ranked Imp cousins. Angrax, a large forest territory known for its many blood pools scattered throughout is where this elusive class of demons call home, with equal distribution between male and female members of the species.

Physical traits

While Prowlers share similarities to that of the Imps' general body structure, they are notably larger and are designed to take more hits. They sport dull shades of purple as opposed to their cousins’ more common, bronze-like hues, have closely-placed three small dots of red eyes and a tri-segmented jaw.

However, their Cursed Prowler brethren sport sickly green coloration, akin to that of corrosive acid as a result of a binding of necrotic poison. Prowlers infused with this often find themselves in excruciating disadvantage as this type of poison also affects their physical functions, but those Prowlers emerging with this form of sanguinomancy being a natural part of their biology are more adapted to withstand the drawbacks of being one.

Culture

While wreaking havoc in the public and being obvious about it is fun to the Imps, Prowlers enjoy causing trouble from shadowed corners more, making what already is a bane of existence to some demons (and by extent, other beings) even less bearable. Ask any demon in Hell about which demon breed is known for mastery of pranks, trickery and general mischief, and most will say that Prowlers are best at performing such feats.

Prowlers prefer solitary lifestyle, and as a result are often at odds against larger groups of demons. Their mindset about the perks of stealth and working solo leads to the lack of trust and cooperation between them and other demons, but if another demon proves their worth to them, they can be just as loyal. Again, trust can be ever fragile, especially in a realm where the saying "Even Hellhounds would consume each other" holds true. Wrong a Prowler and it will, at large, not end well for the offender.

Their solitary nature does not mean that they cannot otherwise hold normal conversations. They would rather like to keep their reputation as ambush units, aiding the rest of demonkind from behind army lines. The only reason the presence of more than one Prowler at the same place and time will be possible is if they both are looking to be engaged in courtship and mating customs. They do not usually stay with the same mate, and will depart from each other after they have fulfilled their desire for romantic companionship.

Combat

Prowlers share some similar combat routines as Imps do, zipping around the battlefield, attacking enemies with their claws and hurling purple fireballs at their opponents, but they have an advantageous playing field due to their ability to teleport. This makes tracking them difficult because they can reposition themselves quickly, whether to close their distance from their enemies or running away from them. It goes without further saying that Prowlers are quite good at their game, but they do not necessarily get the last laugh as opponents who can outsmart their maneuvers would still put their lives at risk.

Cursed Prowlers have one more advantage despite otherwise having to suffer from their blood becoming toxic to even them-- Upon being struck by the claws of these demons, the victim's blood curdles and their life force becomes drained. The only way to save them is to kill the caster.

[shadowywerewolfqueen]

Hellscape

For Suptober Day 28

Warnings: Graphic Gore/Violence

Black and red, everywhere you looked those were the only two colors that could be seen. The buildings, the people, the land, they were all burnt and bleeding wherever the eye could see. Smoke trailed endlessly through the air, covering the land in soft ash and filling the lungs with the toxic fumes. Even though the light of the sun never shone, the temperature was scorching, easily hot enough to peel the skin from bones. The land was a barren and scarred wasteland, unfit to support even the smallest form of life.

Yet, Hell was full of life. Hellhounds roamed the land and stalked the night, looking for any scrap of meat they could find to fill their bellies. Demons, damned and corrupted souls, also called Hell their home. Demons were those who, during their mortal lives, had chosen to let evil fill their hearts and therefore committed unspeakable deeds. Villains of all sorts roamed the land, forced to spend all eternity paying for their sins. They were tortured: their bodies burned, their skin filleted from their bones, forced to relive their worst nightmares over and over until they were driven insane.

Some demons were lucky enough to escape torture and instead became torturers themselves. They welcomed the new souls to Hell, chained them to a rack, and broke them before throwing them to the hellhounds. These demons reveled in their ability to cause pain and suffering. They took great joy in hearing their victims scream and beg for mercy. They felt truly alive when they sunk their hands into open wounds, and blood turned their skin a dark crimson. They would slice and dice, break and grind their victims bodies in ways that were unimaginable. Then at the end of the day, they would magically heal their victims just so they could repeat the torture the next day.

Dean Winchester had lived in this hellscape for forty years. He had been dragged to Hell when he had chosen to sell his soul. Thousands of demons had found their way to Hell for the exact same reason, although Dean’s choice was more noble than most. He had traded his soul for his brother’s, choosing to bring Sam back from the dead rather than live without him.

For thirty years of his time in Hell, Dean had laid on a rack, having his body cut and broken over and over. Every last bone in his body had been shattered, every inch of skin had been pulled from his bones, and every single organ had been ripped from his body before being shoved back inside. Through it all, he had been awake, forced to experience the agonizing pain of having all of his nerve endings burned alive. He had begged and pleaded for unconsciousness to take him, but his torturer had laughed in his face and told him that would be a mercy. Mercy wasn’t found in Hell.

At the end of every day, Alistair would approach Dean and offer him freedom from the pain. All Dean had to do was crawl off the rack and pick up the whips and knives himself. For as long as he could, Dean had sneered and told Alistair to stick it where the sun shines. Finally, unable to bear the grueling agony any longer, Dean accepted Alistair’s deal. Dean slid from the rack, grabbed the next soul that entered Hell, and strung it on the very rack he had been on.

The first soul was the hardest. Dean picked up a knife, and his hands shook so bad, the blade fell to the floor. He stared at the naked woman, and what was left of his heart, broke. She begged and screamed, pleading with him to let her go. Dean grabbed the knife and walked up to the edge of the rack. He took a shuddering breath and lifted his hand, his eyes closed as he brought the blade across the woman’s thigh in a shallow cut. He flinched at the scream that split his ears.

Behind him, Alistair laughed maniacally before saying, “That’s it Dean. Listen to her screams, aren’t they music to your ears?”

Dean shook his head. “I-I ca-ca-cant,” he stuttered.

Suddenly, a hand was gripping his hair and pulling his head back. He cried out, fire racing along his skull. “You will or else I will throw you back on that rack and dismember you so thoroughly there won’t be anything to put back together. I will tear you down to the very fibers that make you up,” Alistair snarled.

Panic filled Dean and squeezed his lungs so tightly the air left his body. He licked his dry lips and stared defiantly at the demon above him. Alistair dug his nails deeper into his scalp, and he could feel blood starting to trickle from the wounds. Alistair’s eyes flickered to white, and a shudder traipsed through Dean’s body. He had fought too long, and he was too weak to fight the powerful demon any longer. His shoulders slumped as the fight left him. “Fine,” he bit out.

Alistair threw him forward, back towards the woman. “Now finish what you started. Make her bleed; make her pay!”

The woman jerked at her restraints, even though it was futile. “Please, please don’t do this! You don’t have to! Just let me go! PLEASE!”

Dean ignored her, wrapping his fingers tighter around the blade in his hand. He held his hand up, ready to strike, but he couldn’t do it. He remained frozen, the woman looking at him with panic filled eyes. He jumped when a hand wrapped around his own. He struggled against Alistair, but the demon was too strong. He forced Dean’s hand down, making him thrust the blade into the woman’s thigh. Alistair dragged Dean’s hand down, the blade cutting through skin and muscle as if it was butter. Once the cut ran from the top of the woman’s thigh all the way to her knee, Alistair pulled Dean’s hand up.

“Now, make the next wound on your own or you will find yourself next to this hag, and I will have great fun in destroying both of you,” Alistair growled as he sunk his fingers into the wound and squeezed the bleeding flesh. The woman thrashed and howled, her screams echoing inside of Dean’s head.

Dean let out a shuddering breath and looked away from her, knowing what that excruciating pain felt like. His head was jerked forward and then he was looking into Alistair’s solid white eyes. Dean shuddered as the blood from Alistair’s hand stained his chin and dripped down his neck. “Hurt her now Dean. This is your last chance!”

Dean tore from Alistair’s grasp. In the blink of an eye he brought his hand up before slamming it down, burying the knife to the hilt in the center of the woman’s stomach. He turned a deaf ear to her howls as blood bubbled up and flowed over his hand. Dean gazed at his fingers as they were covered in the thick liquid and fought not to empty his stomach over the woman.

Dean was disgusted with himself at how easily he had hurt her. He had been a hunter; he had saved people from monsters and now he was turning into one. Bile rose in the back of his throat as he watched the blood continue to seep from the wound. His eyes traveled up the woman’s body to her face. Her lips were held tightly between her teeth as she cried, and her eyes had rolled back into her head. Dean’s hand loosened every so slightly on the knife, starting to consider going back on the rack. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t turn into the very thing he protected the world from.

“Again, Dean, again! Torture her until there’s nothing left… just as I tortured you,” Alistair said from behind him, glee obvious in his voice.

Anger grew inside of Dean as he thought of all the torment Alistair had caused him. He tore the knife from the woman’s stomach and brought his hand down in rapid succession once, twice, thrice, uncaring where the knife plunged into her body. She screamed as the blade pierced her hip, breast, and stomach. Blood poured from her wounds freely now, and Dean’s hand and arm were dripping with it. His clothes and face were splattered, but he didn’t care. He brought the knife down again, and his hand shook once more as he let the bloodlust consume him. 

He pushed every moral and ethical thought he had to the back of his mind. He couldn’t continue to torture the woman if his own moral code got in the way, but he also couldn’t survive going back on the rack again. He would go insane if he had to spend one more day being shredded into pieces. He jerked the knife up and brought it up to rest on the woman’s cheek. He let the emotion drain from his eyes as he slowly dug the point into her cheek. Despite her cries, he continued to press the blade in deeper until it drove straight through her cheek and into her mouth. He then slowly turned the blade until he had cut a circle into the woman’s cheek. He pulled the blade back, the skin and muscle still stuck to it. His eyes were cold and his lips stretched in a grim frown as he stared at the sobbing woman.

“Very good Dean! You show quite a bit of promise,” Alistair exclaimed as Dean plucked the meat from the knife and dropped it to the floor. “Keep it up Dean and we’ll make a demon out of you yet!”

Every soul afterwards was a little easier than the last to inflict pain on. Over the next ten years, Alistair instructed Dean on different tools and how to use them to inflict the maximum amount of pain on his victims. He taught Dean how to prolong and maximize the agony by cutting in certain places. He showed Dean that sometimes lots of small wounds could be even more painful than large wounds. 

Dean lost count of how many souls he tortured, of how many wounds he inflicted and how many screams he caused. Even if he was no longer on the rack, his world had narrowed down to an endless cycle of blood and gore. As soon as he was done with one soul, another would take its place. Dean was glad he never got a break, though. He had learned that when he had free time, his thoughts wandered and that was dangerous. His wandering thoughts took him to Sammy, and he knew if his brother saw him now, he would only see the monster Dean had become. 

One day, an alarm call echoed throughout Hell; angels were invading. Dean paid the alarm no mind, his mind completely focused on the soul in front of him. He watched as the man squirmed, and even though Dean still didn’t enjoy the torture, he was long past feeling remorse for his actions. For a decade, he had been free of the rack, and he refused to go back on.

He picked up a saw from the table and slowly approached the quivering man in front of him. “Please, don’t do this! Let me free and we can run away or-or we-we could take over Hell! Yeah, we co- we could rule,” the man blabbered.

Dean barked out a laugh. “Do you really think I’m foolish enough to believe that two damned souls such as ourselves could overthrow the rulers of Hell? We wouldn't even make it past the hellhounds,” Dean said before bringing the saw down, cutting right through the man’s leg. Dean watched dispassionately as the man’s severed calf fell to the floor, and blood gushed from the wound, splattering Dean’s entire upper body in the process.

“FUCK! FUCK YOU,” the man screamed as he writhed in agony.

Dean ignored the man and moved to the other leg. Just as he was about to chop that one off, a blinding white light filled the room. Dean dropped the saw as his eyes were scorched, not having seen true light in four decades. He fell to the ground as he clawed at his burning eyes, tears falling down his cheeks.

He shouted when a hand touched his shoulder, searing the flesh beneath. “Dean Winchester, I am Castiel and I am here to save you,” a thundering, low pitched voice said from behind him.

Dean dropped his hands and looked up at the creature standing over him. It was a human man with thick black hair and bright azure eyes. Behind him were large black wings, many of the feathers burned to the rachises. As Dean continued to stare at the man, he noticed something. The man’s face and body were flickering between his human form and another larger, much more alien like form. Dean caught glimpses of gray leathery skin, taloned feet, and long, sticklike fingers. He also made out three heads: a puma, a zebra, and an owl. The already massive feathers tripled in size and glowing blue eyes could just be made out on the edges.

Dean scrambled back away from Castiel. “Get away from me,” he shouted. “I don’t know what you are, but Alistair will kill you!”

“My companions are keeping the demon distracted as we speak. He will not hurt you any longer. Now, we must go, before any demons show up,” Castiel explained.

“I can’t leave even if I wanted to,” Dean argued. “I sold my soul, and I know what that means. I don’t know what you are, but I’m sure you don’t have the power to pull my sorry ass from Hell.”

Castiel looked at Dean, his head tilted slightly. “I am an Angel of the Lord, and I assure you my power far surpasses what is needed to pull a single human soul from Hell.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “No, you can’t be! No angel would come to save me!”

Castiel stalked forward. “You are the righteous man and the angels have work for you.” He reached out and scooped Dean up in his arms, his hand falling once more against Dean’s shoulder. 

Dean tried to struggle, but it was useless, the angel was far stronger than him. He watched in amazement as Cas spread his wings wide, and with a few flaps, they were shooting up. Dean took one last look beneath him, unbelieving that he was leaving the monstrous hellscape. 

He looked back towards the angel when he heard a single sentence called out. “Dean Winchester is saved!” In the next instant, Dean slipped into unconsciousness for the first time in forty years, his last thought, “Thanks Cas for saving me.”

[tomishaped]

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence • Major Character Death

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Supernatural

Relationship:

Dean Winchester!Izzy Hlton

Characters:

Dean Winchester • Izzy Hilton • Sam Winchester • Asmodeus • Dagon • Demons • Hellhound • Ellen Harvelle • Jo Harvelle • Hunters • Crowley • Charlie Bradbury • Bobby Singer • Ruby • Death • Pestilence • Famine • War • Castiel • Angels • Cain

Additional Tags:

Demon Dean Winchester • Demon Sex • Kidnapping • Gay Sex • Blood • Blood Kink • Hate Sex • Love/Hate • Major Character Injury • Major Original Character(s) • Character Death • Past Child Abuse • Past Rape/Non-con • Past Sexual Abuse • Past Torture • Past Violence • Canon-Typical Violence • Violence • Protective Dean Winchester • Bisexual Dean Winchester • Top Dean Winchester • Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings • Izzy is too • Emotional Hurt/Comfort • Emotional/Psychological Abuse

Summary: After being pulled out of hell Dean realizes quickly that the four months he had been gone made way for a lot of changes in the lives of everyone he knows, including the life he had known for himself before he died. Nobody was treating him the same, and there was seriously something going on with his brother that he could not figure out. He was spending most of his time alone nowadays, not really hunting anymore since Bobby and Sam were against it for him, and spending most of his time drinking instead to try and forget. He was angry, pretty much all the time. That anger really worked in his favour though when walking back to the impala he came across a freaking hoard of demons getting ready to attack some blond chick. He didn't know who she was or what the hell all the demons wanted with her, but there was no way he could just walk away. Maybe if he had any idea what trying to save this person was going to lead too he would have just walked away, maybe if he had actually given any thought to the situation before him he wouldn't have put himself in the middle of it, but even before hell he made impulsive and rash decisions... so maybe not.

Previous Chapters:

• Chapter One • Chapter Two: Part One •

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Chapter Two: Welcome to the Batcave

Part Two

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Izzy watched the other actually curious for a moment to see if he would finally catch what he said. Aaaand, there it was! He had to give the hunter some props, he was taking the fact that he mistaked Izzy for a girl better than he could remember anyone else had. Demons especially hated him for it. Not for the same reasons that humans seemed too, most demons really didn't care what your fucking gender was as they body hopped so often, what they didn't like was that someone so small, sweet, and innocent looking was actually a deadly assassin sent by a prince of hell. And worse, he was good at it. Izzy looked away from him again and back at the book he was holding when Dean started to talk, crossing one leg over the other as he started to look through the book. "If the idiots would just abandon their stupid plans of trying to break Lucifer from the cage I would just leave them alone," Izzy muttered as most of his attention was back to the book in his hands, not realizing he even said it out loud or knowing if Dean had heard about what this specific group of hellions were planning. "I wouldn't count too much on actually finding one, I've only ever found info on one and I can't find that fucker for the life of me. I've never not found a mark before him, it was actually really frustrating…" he said, talking more naturally and easily than he had before with most of his attention focused on something else. He could feel his heart racing as he read through the pages. The first few were just about Cain. How he had become a demon. That was actually interesting even if none of what he was learning would help him track the mother fucker. Cain was the only demon specifically named though. After the chapter on him, the book went on to explain how because of him it had become possible for a human to turn. And what had to happen to said human for something like that to happen and Izzy found that for the first time that he could remember, he was grateful for something. He was really fucking grateful that he couldn't remember being human. Because this shit sucked. 

Dean relaxed his shoulders when the other didn’t point out how obviously awkward his mistake was. It must have happened quite a bit and it was obvious as to why. Though he didn’t dwell on it for too long after catching Izzy mutter under his breath. So Izzy knew about Lucifer and over half of Hell’s plans to free him. Not too many hunters really knew what was going on, just that demons had been kicking up a shit storm lately. He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the table Izzy was sitting on. He raised a brow when Izzy said he’d only found one and he couldn’t track him. “A mark?” He asked, not following him. “Do you think they could make more demons like that? I have a feeling they’d be a bitch in a fight.”

"Not a mark, my marks. Whatever demon I'm hunting at the time," Dean really did get kind of lucky that Izzy had found this book if he wanted to ask questions. The lithe demon was only half paying attention to whatever he was saying, basically only enough to make sure he didn't let the fact that he was one of these demons slip out. "Though he does actually have a mark that turned him in the first place. Didn't know that." Izzy nodded without hesitation at the other males next question though, "Definitely. Seriously time consuming and difficult, but not impossible. Looks like when it does happen, it's usually an accident. And they are definitely totally awesome in a fight. Stronger than a knight of hell but not quite as strong as a prince. And not easy to kill. Our knives won't kill one of them." The book didn't actually tell him that last part, he knew it from experience back when Asmodues was first training him. He had kinda lost his temper at the pretty little blond and actually fucking stabbed him with the same knife he now had hidden in his boot. All it did to the blond was piss him off though. It ruined the dress he was wearing and had left a nasty little scar in his side where he had been stabbed. "So unless you’re Cain with his first blade or have that Colt and bullets that you killed Azazel with, or yanno, a crazy person like me, I would avoid looking for one of them." He took in a deep breath as he slammed the book shut, trying to not let it be seen how incredibly fucking furious he was right now. Well, at least he knew why Asmodues was so keen on him not knowing how he turned. "So uh, yeah. Thanks for the info. Great fucking room ya got here. But I gotta go find a certain prince and tear his fucking head off somehow," Izzy said, his voice showing he obviously was not happy with what he just read if his words didn't give that part away. He was caring less and less about whatever fucking cover he was supposed to be playing here. He couldn't fully remember right now what he had let on that he knew about the man in the room with him but he no longer really cared. He pushed himself down from the table and went to move past Dean, "Nice to meet ya and all that shit and like, thanks for the help…" he paused for a moment to look at the hunter again, fuck it. Dean gave him access to the information he so desperately wanted, he figured he could return the favour with some info that Dean probably actually needed, "By the way, you really should probably get your brother away from Ruby because bitch has him all fucked up, pretty sure that people shouldn't actually be drinking demon blood the way he is. Pretty fucked up. So yeah. Gotta go." 

“Oh they sound great,” Dean said when Izzy confirmed that more could be made this way. “Oh yea, awesome,” He shot back when Izzy went on about them and described them that way and mentioned that the knives were worthless against them. The only good thing that was mentioned was that apparently they were only ever made on accident and there were no rumored army’s full of them. He had noticed the others snapping of the book and the anger rolling off of him, clearly having read something he didn’t like. “Oh yea that sounds like a feasible plan, how do you plan on getting in Hel-?” He was cut off by the other male thanking him for the help. “Wait.” He said, not wanting the other to run off and get killed while half cocked. He didn’t get a chance to say anything else because what Izzy said after that shut him right up. “Wait, what the hell are you talking about?” He asked, his voice showing his own rising anger. “And how the hell do you know who he’s with?” He asked him. This ment Izzy knew who they were before he ran into him tonight. He started reaching for his pistol in a back holster without thinking much about it. “Who are you?” He asked, taking a step back and raising the fire arm.

Izzy rolled his eyes as Dean called after him when he turned and started to walk to the bunkers exit. If he did leave here right now, he really would go straight to the youngest prince and try and kill the fucker somehow. "Oh come on Dean, you're pretty and reckless but I didn't peg you for being stupid. I hunt demons. Ruby is a fucking demon. And your brother is running around with her. Do I really need to connect all the dots for you?" He stopped for a moment when he heard the click of the firearm and rolled his eyes again. Really? First time he ever tried to actually help someone else out and they pulled a gun on him. Not that Dean's pistol would actually hurt him, but he had been serious when he mentioned he liked this jacket. He didn't feel like throwing it out because of a bullet hole after he managed to actually keep it through the ambush.

He turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. "I was after her. I really can't fucking stand her. Unfortunately for me, your junkie brother was in the way and I couldn't get close enough without having to kill him first, and since I don't kill humans that wasn't exactly an option." He waved his hand at the pistole pointed at him, looking more annoyed that Dean was pointing it at him than anything else, "But I swear to fuck if you pull that trigger that'll change real fucking fast as I will slit your fucking throat." He wasn't reaching for the knife though, he wasn't scared of the gun and wouldn't pull it unless Dean actually did attack him first. After all, he didn't know the bullet wouldn't hurt him, he would definitely be trying to kill him and Izzy didn't take well to that happening. Threats were usually whatever, a dime a dozen when you did what he did, but actually trying to do it was another thing completely. "Now do you wanna play this game with me too or do you mind if I go now?"

Dean narrowed his eyes when Izzy said he hunted demons. He didn’t say anything for a minute after Izzy said all that and threatened retaliation by cutting his throat. His jaw was tense but he eased the hammer back and lowered his gun. He didn’t like anything he had said. He just knew Izzy was keeping something from him but… he was telling the truth about his brother and Dean hated it. He kept his hard eyes on the blond as he put his gun back in his holster and he pulled out a small piece of paper from his back pocket and grabbed a forgotten pen on the table. He didn't say anything as he quickly jotted something down, folded it and handed it to him. “In case you do something stupid like take on a prince of hell and want back up,” he said, his voice was quiet and calm. His reboiling rage wasn’t aimed at the blond any more so he tried to keep it from exploding on him. He had seen what he could do with that knife of his.

The anger at the hunter seemed to dissipate when he withdrew his weapon and put it back in the holster. Smart move, because the little demon had been deadly fucking serious about retaliation if he tried to shoot him. When Dean handed him that paper and said that, Izzy couldn't stop the confused look that crossed his face. Seriously? We both just threatened to kill the other and Dean was offering to back him up again a second later? What the fuck went on in human fucking heads? He really didn't understand them at all. Especially this one. And this happened to be the first one he spent any length of time with. "Right. Not gonna happen, but thanks? The backup thing. The prince thing is totally happening." After nearly sixty years around Asmodeus, Izzy didn't hold any fear of him. The prince needed Izzy and they both knew it. Besides, that was a long time to spend with anyone, and since the prince had wanted Izzy a secret until he was ready he had been the one Izzy trained with most often before he started throwing demon chum his way to practice with. Izzy knew that mans every fucking move.

[queerebrum]

smoke and mirrors || Deputy Dargent (Jordan x Derek x Chris) || Multiamory May Day 7! Also on AO3 Jordan hesitated for a moment before he knocked on the door to the apartment, knowing full well who lived inside. They’d gotten a callout for what sounded like a fight or a domestic disturbance, and it was somewhat surprising to see the address listed as belonging to Chris Argent. The Sheriff clearly trusted this man, and the quiet young man he’d been with when they were arrested. Argent had seemed like a level headed and reasonable man, even if he did seem to have acquired weaponry that should really not be available to civilians.

Steeling himself, he was about to knock on the door when it suddenly opened, and he was faced with the dark-haired man from earlier. They were about the same height, but the other man – Hale? – was broader than Jordan was, and something about him seemed dangerous. He intimidated Jordan in a way few people did. Currently, he felt trapped beneath inquisitive eyes until Hale finally asked, “Is there a problem, deputy?”

Jordan cleared his throat, “We got a call for a fight at this address. Is Mr. Argent home?”

A small, amused smile cracked across Hale’s face, and he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “He’s in the shower.” Hale stepped back, motioning Jordan into the apartment. “There was a fight but nothing for you to worry about, deputy…Parrish, was it?” Jordan stepped inside and nodded, “Jordan Parrish.” He smiled at the other man, glancing around the apartment. He could faintly smell some kind of accelerant but if there had been a fight, it hadn’t happened in any of the areas that he could see. The living room was immaculate – it almost seemed like it was hardly used. The kitchen was tidy, and the doors to each of the rooms down the hallway were closed. Jordan resigned himself to the fact that this was another pointless callout and settled in to wait to speak with Mr. Argent.

“Are you from the area?” He asked Hale.

Hale’s face did something complicated, and Jordan couldn’t quite decide exactly which emotion it landed on. “Yeah.” He finally said, his voice underlaid with emotion, “I was born here. I left for a while, I’ve been back for a year and a half or so.”

“Where’d you go?” Jordan asked, trying to move away from talking about Beacon Hills, which had clearly made Hale uncomfortable. He made a mental note to figure out why that was later.

“New York.” That didn’t seem to be a better topic, and Jordan almost watched the emotional walls build themselves up in Hale’s eyes.

He was saved from trying another futile attempt at finding a topic of conversation that didn’t force the dark-hared man to clam up by the door to the bathroom opening and Mr. Argent walking out, dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was still wet, and he frowned at the pair of them. “Deputy Parrish, what brings you here? Into my apartment?” The second half of the question was clearly directed past Jordan.

“He got a call for a fight.” Hale answered, and Jordan could almost hear the smirk in his voice, “Just wanted to make sure everyone was fine.”

Argent lifted both of his eyebrows and Jordan watched him make an effort to retain his serious composure. “Well, we’re all fine here, deputy. Just a misunderstanding.”

Jordan nodded, though his eyes strayed to a line of developing bruises on the older man’s wrist. “Well, I guess I can head out, then.” He nodded to each of them and headed for the door.

“Stay safe out there, deputy.” Argent called after him. The tone sounded foreboding, like there really was a threat out there that Jordan needed to worry about. It made him as nervous as Hale’s gaze had. He was happy to leave the apartment then.

It wasn’t until he was back at the station, looking up Hale’s name that he’d realized what an ass he’d made of himself.

Derek Hale. 23. One of the survivors of the Hale House Fire that had killed most of his family.

Jordan sat back against his desk with a sigh, looking at the pictures of the Hale house ruins and trying to put a finger on what it was about Derek’s gaze and Chris’ calm, knowing voice that made him so nervous.

--

The next time Jordan sees Derek Hale and Chris Argent, there are no hidden smiles or inside jokes. Chris is sat at the bar in the local dive, and Derek is beside him, one hand running gently across the older mans’ back in an odd spiral pattern that seemed random but also practiced. Jordan was off shift, dressed down and steeled himself to take the seat at the bar next to Derek.

Days ago, Jordan took the statements from the Sheriff’s son and his friends about the death of Argent’s daughter. He isn’t sure what to say, but turns to the pair of them, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Derek looks at him in surprise, “Oh, I didn’t--” “Don’t you dare.” Chris growls from beside him, looking up with red-rimmed eyes, “We all lost her.”

“Random violence is really a problem. I’ve been trying to talk to the Sheriff about patrolling more consistently and upping our citizen’s watch programs but…” Jordan trails off as Chris Argent smiles at him, chuckling quietly and draining the shifter of whiskey in front of him. “I thought it was a good idea.”

Derek looked uncomfortably from Chris to Jordan and then settled on Jordan, “They’re good ideas he’s just…” Derek blinked, “Drunk, I think.”

“You think?” Jordan asked.

Derek licked his bottom lip and Jordan couldn’t help but watch, “Yeah, I don’t really…drink much.”

Something Derek said made Argent chuckle again, and Derek himself exhaled a quiet almost-laugh from his nose. “Don’t drink…Can’t drink…” Jordan frowned, “You can’t drink? What are you doing at a bar.”

Derek sighed, “Kinda thought that one would be obvious, deputy.” He tipped his head towards Argent.

Jordan blinked a few times and then nodded, “Right.”

Derek looked almost apologetic, “Sorry, we’re not very good company tonight.” Jordan shrugged, “I mean…all things considered if he’s laughed at all, I’ll call that a win.”

Derek muttered something under his breath in Argent’s direction, which caused the older man to start gigglingand then turned back to Jordan. “Thanks, I guess.” Derek gave Jordan a small smile that lit up his whole face, eyes glimmering under the fluorescent decorations of the bar.

They exchange small talk for a while after that, mostly Derek and Jordan, with Chris occasionally jumping in for a joke only Derek gets or repeating something Derek says and causing the younger man to roll his eyes. Jordan finds out that Derek played basketball in high school, that he majored in History at Columbia while he and his now-deceased sister were in New York. After an hour, the pair leave, leaving Jordan alone at the bar and incredibly confused about exactly what he’s feeling.

He can’t tell what they are. Are they a couple? Are they together or just friends. What he saw the day he was at Argent’s apartment showed a level of trust between the two – if Argent was willing to shower while Derek was in his apartment. And the bruises on Argent’s wrists either implied that they were lying and there was some kind of fight, or maybe it was just kinky sex misunderstood by prying neighbors. Neither of them gave much away, and it made it hard for Jordan – even with a the honed perception of a trained officer of the law – to figure out what was going on.

It felt like they were always a step ahead of him in any interaction.

Which makes a lot more sense when Jordan finally finds out that Derek Hale is a werewolf and Argent has been training to hunt werewolves since before he could walk.

--

Watching Derek die was more painful than Jordan had expected it to be, and that seemed to be the case for everyone involved. When he and Chris had arrived and the hunter had realized what he was seeing – Derek Hale, suddenly, inexplicably human, bleeding from the stomach, so similarly to the way he’d lost his daughter, he’d frozen, and Jordan swore he stopped breathing. The chaos hadn’t paused, though, and suddenly they had to fight again.

When Derek comes back to life, Jordan is sure he’s the only one who’s paying enough attention to Chris to see the blanket relief that crosses his face. His own chest loosens in a way he wasn’t expecting, both in relief for Derek being alive and the fact that Chris doesn’t have to go through that kind of loss again.

He also doesn’t miss that just before Chris leaves with the Calaveras, he pulls Derek aside and says something to him, the ‘evolved’ werewolf nodding, and stepping impossibly close to Chris under the guise of whispering something back, but Jordan doesn’t miss the gentle brush of their cheeks together, and the way Derek’s eyes stay fixed on Chris until the hunter is long out of sight.

Three weeks later, though, he gets a text from a number he doesn’t recognize, and all it is is an address to a hotel in San Diego, a room number, and;

‘This weekend, join us?’

He’s a hellhound, so really, even if he’s wrong, and the text isn’t from the only us he can think of, it’s not like it will be particularly easy for his would-be assassins to kill him.

(Plus, the dead pool is over anyway, he’s no longer worth 5 million dollars.)

He’s not sure what surprises him more; that the Sheriff is all too happy to give him the weekend off, or the too-knowing smile on the Sheriff’s face when he does.

--

He’s learned, particularly with Derek, that knocking on doors is incredibly unnecessary, so he’s not surprised – and incredibly relieved – when Derek opens the door to the hotel room at the fancy Oceanfront San Diego hotel. “You came.” The werewolf says, face splitting into the brightest smile Jordan has ever seen from him. He can’t help but return it.

“Sheriff Stilinski gave me the weekend off without any complaints.” Jordan shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets because he still doesn’t understand what exactly this is.

“That’s my fault.” A second voice calls from inside the hotel room, and Derek motions Jordan in so the hellhound can see Chris Argent relaxing. The sight itself is so out of place that if it wasn’t for the heat he can feel radiating off of Derek at his back, he’d wonder if this was even real.

Chris is dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, barefoot, leaned against the headboard of the giant king-sized bed in the room.

The only bed in the room.

“Did I need to book myself a room?” Jordan asked, suddenly wondering if he’s misunderstood all of this.

Suddenly, the heat of Derek isn’t just hovering near his back, but is pressed up against it as a voice, close to his ear whispers, “That’s your call.” A shiver runs down Jordan’s spine and he blushes furiously as his dick suddenly decides to take notice of the situation; the way Chris’ ice blue eyes are fixed on the pair of them, face content, lips curved up into a small smile. Derek’s body, well-toned and werewolf-strong, plastered against his back, lips against his ear like this is a perfectly normal occurrence.

“What are you asking me?” He asks, swallowing hard. Sure, he can read into situations like no other, but he doesn’t want to do that here. The two of them seem happy for the first time in so long. He doesn’t want to get in the middle of that.

Or well he does but not in the ‘break them up’ kind of way.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are, Jordan.” Chris says from the bed, and Jordan has to suppress the urge to groan as he feels Derek nose a line from the sensitive space behind his ear down to where his shoulder and neck meet. “At the very least you’re interested in Derek. I wasn’t drunk enough to miss that at the bar.”

“And I could smell it.” Derek murmured.

“You can smell attraction?”

A chuckle, “No, but I can smell arousal.”

“What does he smell like now, Derek?” Chris asked, and Jordan’s eyes finally tear away from the hunter’s face to follow his arm down to where he’s palming at what Jordan can only imagine is an erection.

“Arousal.” Derek says, and there’s a laugh in his voice. “What…” Jordan pulls himself away from the werewolf, turning so he can look at both of them, pointedly ignoring the plethora of erections in the room. “So, you two are together.”

Chris smiled, and he looks at Derek, “For some reason, yes. He could have had anyone.”

Derek rolled his eyes, “Ah, yes, I’m such a catch with my dead family, recent resurrection and metric ton of emotional baggage.”

“I mean, I think you are.” Jordan surprised himself with his words, but the smile he earned from Derek was worth it. “And you, you’re a good man, Argent. I can see why the two of you would work.”

“We want you, too.” Derek said softly, blushing high on his cheeks, pulling another amused grin from Chris.

The hunter got up from the bed and crossed the floor to stand in front of Jordan, “Derek’s wanted you for a long time. I think you’re a brilliant deputy and I can see the attraction, so, if you’re up to try it, we’d like you to join us.”

Jordan dragged in a breath, studying the relaxed, honest, open face of Chris Argent, silently wondering how small the list of people who had ever seen this face was. Derek was close to him too suddenly, the werewolf also open, earnest, eyes burning with a desire that surprised and delighted Jordan. “Are you sure? I don’t want to mess anything up for the two of you.”

Derek’s only answer was to kiss him, spinning Jordan so he was pressed between the werewolf and the hunter.

Jordan decided when Chris started kissing a line down his neck, apparent invulnerability aside, he might have been one of the safest people on earth in that moment.  

[hellcures]

shieldeus  /  𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙴𝙻

  castiel is unsettled,  and deeply moved,   by such acts of deliberate kindness.   lana is a girl that smiles;  loosely,  without thinking,  with an almost sweet mechanic as when one just cannot help diving a hand into a cold stream.  some things just mysteriously flow,  and they must be let flowing.  he’s not used to smiling back yet.  not as swiftly and reflexively as she.  humans do this thing,  perform this ritual of eyes blinking and curling mouths at the same time,  like moths locked in the same dance,  and they don’t need words or agreements beforehand.  they just do,  and they know.  castiel,  poorly-navigated creature,  thinks that that,  too,  must be a god-given gift.  knowledge and understanding must go hand in hand,  after all.  and lana does this,  too.  there’s crusted blood in the cut on her forehead and a wayward lynx-like expression bubbling up,  as though she threatens to burst into laughter at any given minute.

  she looks up at him,  and he looks down at her.  a foggy breath escapes castiel,  more as a sigh than a mean of survival.   his hands slide in the pockets of his coat and,  head canted slightly to the side,  a steel-hard smile ghosts his lips.  

  ‘  you prayed to me to get you out of trouble,  or just to tell me that?  ’

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘,   𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒,   hunter low-key amused at castiel’s tongue-tied,   flustered   state.   she knew heaven not to be big on giving their employees pats on the back,   leave alone   compliments,   but it was probably for the best    —    none of the traits that could’ve interested god’s army were of lana’s appreciation.   his bravery,   his resilience,  his constant strive to do   better   than he was taught,   to be compassionate against his kind’s nature and to make up for the result of abided tyrant orders born out of blind   𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘   —   the compilation made out of those honourable values and intents plus all she’d failed to enumerate encapsulated   most   of the reasons why she was nothing short of   proud   to be able to call castiel her friend.

not to mention,   having a guardian angel on your side had its obvious,   not-so-sentimental   perks,   such as expert medical attention on command,   only a simple prayer away.   lana didn’t take it for granted,   nor did she often take advantage of his miraculous touch,   but hey   —   shall his time of need ever come,   the brunette would try to reciprocate his dedication to the best of her mortal capacities.   that much could safely be left   unspoken.   ❛   lil’ bit of both.   it’s important to show appreciation for those you love,   cas    —   y’never know when it might be your last chance to do it.   ❜   quite the specialist   she   was in that department   —   life lessons granted by a lifetime of experience with   grief.   couldn’t get any more miserably   human   than that,   could it?   and yet,   the tingling sensation left all over her body from the aftermath of an uneven battle reminded her otherwise.   ❛   but i will say,   it would be pretty neat if you could fix me up and serve as back-up for a while   —   not my finest hellhound-slaying day,   and you’re much easier on the   judgemental   attitude compared to the boys.   ❜

[dean-bluesteel-winchester-spnfam]

Shareable questions. All of them.

👽   Do you believe in aliens?Not in the aliens everybody else seems to believe in with UFO’s and all that crap.

👽👽   If so, what do you think they look like?They look like normal people, because... you know what. Ask Cas. He is practically an alien.

🤡   Do you have any phobias?Yeah. Snakes? Ugh. Spiders? Ugh!! Planes? UGH. (But it’s so funny the emoji for this one is clown. Perfect for Sammy.)

💀   What is your favourite thing to do?I... I have no idea. Maybe watching western movies with Cas? I never thought about this before, because normally there is just stuff that I have to do. Kissing Cas is for sure in my top 3 as well.

☕   Name the tastiest hot beverage.Ugh, you can’t tell anyone but I enjoy hot vanilla milk. I mean coffee. It’s totally just plain coffee.

🥛   Name the tastiest cold beverage.Beer.

😇   What do you believe is your most angelic quality?ANGELIC QUALITY. I don’t have one. Seriously, I don’t think I can ever be somthing as angelic.

👹   What do you believe is your most devilish quality?That I don’t wait to pull my trigger. I killed people before. Hell, I torture monsters all the time. I’m not any better than them.

🧜‍♀️   If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be and why?Mythical, well most of them are actually real, but whatever. ( Normally I’d say angel? But you know, not really worthy - so lets go with a monster.)I think being a mermaid would be cool? All day in the water, the other hot merpeople. Yeah I think that would be nice.

😻   Describe the sweetest moment you have had with a pet.The sweetest. When I was like 16 we stopped in a small town for a hunt. It took Dad almost 6 weeks to find the vampire, so Sammy and I had to go to school there. It was horrible. While Sammy of course had lots of friends, I didn’t. I skipped a lot of classes and waited outside for Sammy and there was the cute little dog living with an old man right next to the school. I petted him every time I waited and he ... was so happy to see me everyday.Sometimes I would even share my breakfast with him or walk with him, when his owner was too tired. God this was ages ago, but I was heartbroken, when we left that town.So never getting a pet again. Hurts just like hell, when they leave.

🌎   What is your most far-fetched ‘bucket list’ item?I don’t think there is one? Nothing is really far-fetched in my life. But I’d like to have a swimming pool.

🤔   Describe the most influential person in your life.Well he is not really from this world, but he always fights for the things he loved. He was born as a solider, but learned what it means to have a free will and there is no one else, who loves this unconditional.

🤯   Do you have a mental illness?Pretty sure, yeah. PTSD definitely. Maybe depression, too. I have panic attacks at night (when nobody sees them). Anxiety and stuff. I got it all.

🦄   If you could shape-shift into an animal at any time, what would it be and why?Huh, great question. Maybe a dog, I kinda was one before and it was kinda fun you know. Have an owner and all, must be nice.

🍣   Are you a sushi connoisseur?No ew. Why would I eat sushi when I can have burgers?

🤓   Do you consider yourself a nerd?Mhh. While I do call Sam and Cas a nerd all the time, I can admit that MAYBE I’m one too. Probably more of geek, but whatever. Maybe it already makes me a nerd saying that.

📆   Have you set goals for your life? Or are you just living life in the moment?I do have set goals, but I feel like I have to just live my life, since I could easily die any day. So maybe that are just wishes and not really goals. I take the days as it comes.

📆📆   If you have made goals, name a few.Wishes. They are wishes. I would love to be married (so close!!) and would like to have a big family one day. Get some kids, get some nieces and nephews. Maybe get all my friends back. Imagine Bobby babysitting my kids or Charlie teaching them how to cheat in games.

📆📆📆   If you’re living life in the moment, explain away.Ugh I explained it above. Hunter = big chance of dying. Again.

🤩   Name a famous celebrity you dream of meeting.I wish I could meet Led Zeppelin.

🌙   Are you a moon or sun person?Sun probably, but I do love them moon as well.

🚀   If you could travel back in time to any era, where would it be?I wish I would’ve gotten this question years back, because then I would’ve said, when the Cowboys were still a big thing. But honestly? That was just a big disappointment. I didn’t like the whiskey, I looked stupid and people hated me there. So no traveling back, thank you.

🚀🚀   What kind of life would you want in this era?Well I just wished it would’ve been as awesome as I always thought. Me being the cool sherriff and getting hot chicks. (Or Cas, but lets be honest. They’d kill us)

🦕   Do you wish dinosaurs existed in our modern world?Holy shit YES.

🦕🦕   If so, would you want a dino pet?  Name the kind.I would love a dino pet!! Uhm... give me a triceratops.

🎃   Name your favourite holiday.I hate them all, but christmas was nice, when Mom was still alive.

😊   What do you believe is your most redeeming quality?That I never give up?

😴   Do you get enough sleep?No. Normally I get my four - five hours and I always say that’s fine, but it’s not. Seriously I wish I could sleep more. But you know, nightmares, hunting and all that crap. Maybe I should start with naps again.

🏈   Are you a sport enthusiast?Yes! While I hate to move my own ass, I love sports. Wrestling is amazing. (and yes that counts).

🦂   Describe your best friend.Oh easy. Big blue eyes, dark wild hair. Tilts his head way too often and can’t wink properly. Smiles so rare but so beautiful. Wants to help everyone and loves the nature. Has the biggest heart and gets hurt too often.

🥑   Fruits or veggies?Fruits.

🤞   If you could snap your fingers like Thanos from The Avengers, what would you make happen?Tha. Bring Iron Man back? No uhm, I’d kill every monster on earth. Make it peaceful.

😎   Do you consider yourself a cool kid or a total square?I wish I was a cool kid.

🍭   Do you have a sweet tooth?Yeah! Nothing better than some chocolate or pie, but it’s not as bad as Gabriel’s.

🏥   Do hospitals freak you out?Not really. I mean I don’t like them, but I’m so often in one, it kinda gets boring.

🍕   What’s the best pizza topping?Meatlover.

🧘‍♀️   When was the last time you did something just for you?Can’t remember.

🎣   Have you ever been fishing?Yeah a lot. Dad took me already when I was a kid.

👶   Do you want to have children someday?Yes. As soon as we are ready.

🥔   Name your favourite form of the potato.There is no favorite. I love them all.

🌵   Do you have a green thumb?Not at all. Glad Cas has.

🐩   If you have one, name your dream dog(s).Small ones... that don’t remember me of hellhounds?

🍂   Winter, spring, summer or fall?Summer and spring. I hate hunting in the winter or fall, but then again it gives me an excuse to hide into even more flannels.

🐳   Does the ocean freak you out or entice you?Entice me.

🐚   Ever been scuba-diving or deep-sea fishing?Nope! but Scuba-diving sounds amazing.

📸   Do you take a lot of photos?Ehhh I never really did, because why would I? Now I take pictures of Cas or Sam all the time. They hate it.

🎵   Name your three favourite artists/bands.Led Zeppelin, Motorhead, Metallica.

🎵🎵   What about your three favourite genres?Rock, Rock and Rock.

🎸   Can you play an instrument(s)?Never had the time, but I would love to play the guitar.

🔬   What was the best class in high school?P.E. I wanted to be a cheerleader, but couldn’t for obvious reasons.

🔬🔬   What about the worst class?Every other class. I was bad at everything.

🕹   Name the video game you have wasted the most time playing.Never played one.

🕹🕹   Name your favourite video game.I don’t think I even know one.

🔪   Do you have an interest in serial killers or do they just freak you out?Ohh Sammy boy has some real interest about serial killers! Holy shit. I don’t care mostly.

🦗   Do bugs give you the heebie-jeebies?Yes. God there was one time Sammy and I were caged in with a milliion of bugs and NOPE. Never again.

🎱   Confess the last wish you made on a magic 8 ball.Please let Cas love me back.

😑   Describe the most annoying thing ever.I’m so easily annoyed. You ever hunted some asshole ghost completely wet because he threw you into a pool? Fucking annoying to walk back to Baby for three miles in wet clothes. But also small things, when nobody listens to you. When there is a mess in my kitchen. When people assume stuff without knowing me.

☺   Describe the greatest thing ever.Waking up late and cuddling more into the warm sheets, while Cas tightens his arms around me. I love to pretend to be still asleep, just to see what he does.

🏠   Growing up, how was your home life?It was hell. I was practically an adult at the age of six. I mean I love Sammy more than myself (which is not hard btw) and I would take care of him anytime, but I never had... friends or fun and all that jazz.

😜   Are you silly or serious?Silly. But I can be serious if needed.

🥩   Steaks: Well-done, medium-rare, or still mooing?Medium-rare. But lets be honest, I eat every kind.

🍄   In your opinion, are mushrooms tasty little morsels or just a dirty fungus?Ew. I wouldn’t know, I don’t eat that stuff.

🥑   Best way to eat an avocado?To not eat it. :)

⛪   Are you spiritual?Haha, I have no idea how to answer that one.

⛪🕌   If so, describe your beliefs.Well?!?! I obviously believe in everything.

🍔   Burgers or dogs?Does that question imply, people eating dogs is a normal thing? Burgers.

😤   Describe something that gets under your skin.Unfairness.

🧟‍♀️   Do you think the world will end in zombies?Apparently it does, because that is just what happened.

🐉   Is there a dragon you chase?Yes.

🥞   In your personal opinion, should food be free to everyone?YES. Seriously.

🐍   What animal are you scared of, if any?Spiders and snakes. @anangelamuse-castiel-spnfam

[cagetraumasam-archive]

Supernatural and Teen Wolf (you used to watch that, right?)

Supernatural

Favorite Male Character: Sam! If it wasn’t obvious lmaoooo

Favorite Female Character: oooh that’s hard. yk right now i gotta go with Alex Mills/Jones/Whatever your preferred last name tag is 

Least Favorite Character: l*cifer.

Favorite Ship: sam x cas (but also sam x jess shhhh)

Favorite Friendship: am i ALLOWED to also say sam and cas. fine. FINE. um,,,, oh sam and rowena AAAAAAAa

Favorite Quote: I HAVE THREE AND THEY’RE ALL SAM QUOTES“hope’s kinda the whole point.” “it doesn’t matter what you are, it only matters what you do.” “people can change. there is reason for hope.”

Worst Character Death (if any): im gonna go with a death of a character that is STILL DEAD bc otherwise i would choose a sam death and not everything can be about him: mary’s death was just all around bad feels, but i’ve gotta go with eileen i think (though both were HORRIBLE) but just like. the fact that they KNEW she couldn’t hear bc she was deaf and used a hellhound, which can’t be seen, so she was down on a bunch of sense - it was really awful!

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment: uhhh in a weird way, any time sam gets his trauma acknowledged? like - for example - in 14.15 when sam couldn’t stop seeing the dead au!hunters in the bunker, even though it was tragic and horrifying, i was so glad he was allowed to FEEL that, you know?

Saddest Moment: sam jumping in the cage in swan song. always and forever.

Favorite Location: oooh….. i’m gonna have to go with bobby’s house before it was burnt down!! i miss it :((

Teen Wolf (I did used to watch! I stopped a couple of eps after season 4 bc it was too hard to watch without Allison :(( )

Favorite Male Character: Ooh. Probably Isaac? But Scott’s great also. 

Favorite Female Character: ALLISON ARGENT ALLISON ARGENT ALLISO-

Least Favorite Character: Wasn’t Derek’s biggest fan a lot of the time, tbh. 

Favorite Ship: Scott x Allison x Isaac (okay i know it’s not canon but its CLOSE tbh ~we could have had it all~)

Favorite Friendship: Even though we didn’t see NEARLY enough of it, I really loved Allison and Stiles as a dynamic. 

Favorite Quote: “We protect those who cannot protect themselves.”

Worst Character Death (if any): ALLISON ARGENT ALLISON ARGENT ALLISO-

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment: the scene where allison’s like “with all the family i’ve lost i could use a few friends” AND DECIDES TO GO HELP HER FRIENDS LIKE YES !!! TAKING YOUR OWN AGENCY INTO YOUR OWN HANDS BUT THE RIGHT WAY THIS TIME!!!

Saddest Moment: okay i should probably make this more than about allison but hER DEATH WAS RLLY SAD. but also - stiles in season 3 before he knew about the nogitsune :((((((

Favorite Location: Mm, I’m not sure I have one? But the forest always makes for nice aesthetic shots, so let’s go with that lmao.

Thanks so much friend!

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Apollo

Pairings: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 4,570

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“Crap… Crowley’s gunna kill me.” You grumbled to yourself as you weakly army crawled across the floor of the old abandoned warehouse you were hunting in. The Djinn was simple to kill; he had been distracted by the man he was attempting to tie up. The issue you had was once the beast was killed, the man decided to take a tire iron you hadn’t seen and he slammed it into your left leg to protect himself like an asshole. You felt the bones in the lower part of your leg snap as the man leapt over your body and tore out of the warehouse. And unfortunately for you, when you fell you landed on your cell phone.

“Saving people… fuck the family business right now.” You grumbled as your hands finally wrapped around a door frame. “I should’ve just let that fucker die.” With a growled yelp, you heaved yourself up off the floor and gripped the doorway tight, knowing you needed to get the hell out of dodge before that guy got to the cops. Tears stung the back of your eyes and you grit your teeth against the pain as you hopped through the seemingly never ending corridor; refusing to verbally call out to the man you were dating for help. You knew that move would get you in a lot of trouble for not heeding his warning in the first place but as a hunter, you really didn’t care at that moment. 

You threw open the side door of the warehouse with a grunt and held it open with your hand. “Of fucking COURSE I parked all the fucking way over there!” You shouted to no one in particular as you glared at your dad’s beat up, rusty Chevelle which you drove in his memory. You rolled your eyes and debated whether you wanted to attempt to hop all the way over or army crawl across the rocks and most likely broken glass when the King of Hell appeared directly in front of you.

“Going for a nice little stroll are we, my Queen?” He asked with an obvious air of anger in his forced civil tone.

“Yea, I wanted to climb Mt. Everest today. Wanna give me a lift?” You watch his poker face fall only to be replaced by fury but as he was opening his mouth to scold you, the faint sound of police sirens stopped him. “Just get me to my car so I can go to the hospital, please.” You demanded as you feebly attempted to hop out of the warehouse door and the man you love narrowed his eyes at you.

“You are so bloody stubborn.” He grabbed your arm to hold you up right, while he snapped and your car disappeared. “Why didn’t you just call me?” As gently yet quickly as he could, he swept you up bridal style and brought you to his bedroom in hell.

“I would have if I hadn’t landed on my phone and broke it.” You pulled the hunk of now worthless plastic and computer parts out of your pocket and tossed it into the trashcan. 

“You wouldn’t have broken it if you didn’t go on that bloody hunt alone like I asked you not to. I was even bloody polite about it!” He barked as he laid you on the bed so his demon doctor could patch you up.

“Yea well the hunt wasn’t the problem. It was the cock sucker I saved…”

“Should’ve let him die.” The two of you said in unison as Crowley walked over to the door to send someone for the doc to reset your broken leg. You rolled your eyes at him as you unbuttoned your pants and before you could even unzip them to pull them off, they were replaced with a pair of cotton shorts with a snap of his fingers.

“Really, kitten what AM I going to do with you?” You shrugged as the demon physician came in with a large metal cart and Crowley took a seat on the bed next to you.

“Tie me to a rack and whip me into submission?” you suggested, receiving a small smile and a chuckle from your boyfriend.

“I’m afraid you would enjoy that too much, darling.”

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“Right there… almost got it…” You grumbled as you tried to grab your remote control off the floor. You had just tossed it on your table after selecting the newest season of Orange is the New Black on Netflix to binge watch while your leg healed but when the black remote hit the wood, it bounced precariously and threw itself onto the floor in a mediocre swan dive. Your fingertips were only centimeters away from it when a pair of black dress shoes appeared on the other side of the remote. 

“You are so bloody stubborn.” Crowley said as he toed the remote within your reach and you snatched it with a scowl as you pulled yourself back upright on your couch.

“I’m a Singer, what do you expect? Besides, I am not gunna call you out of a meeting to hand me my suicidal jumping remote, thank you.” You told him as you rested the remote on your hideous off white cast that ran from your hip to your ankle. “It’s bad enough I have to call you for meals and bathroom breaks.” He shook his head, walked over to you and gave you a chaste kiss.

“Kitten, you know I don’t mind.” He sat down on the chair he had scooted to the end of the couch by your head and perched on the edge to look at you. “Now, I have a job for you if you would like to take it. It will be tedious, mind you.” You grabbed the remote off your leg and paused the show. With a smile at the idea of having something to do other than to sit and watch show after show for weeks on end and turned to look at him.

“Yes! Where are we going?” Crowley chuckled as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and held his cupped hands in front of him. You hadn’t even noticed he was holding something.

“Sorry, my love; this will be a stationary job. Now, try not to scream or be too loud please, darling.” He slowly moved his top hand to reveal a black sock in his hand. You eyebrows furrowed together for only a moment in confusion before the sock moved. A tiny black head peeked out from under the sock blanket and cried out helplessly. Your face softened to a happy pout and you fought your urges to squeal at the adorable hell hound puppy in Crowley’s hand that lay from mid finger to the heel of his hand.

“It’s so tiny!” You said softly as you looked up at him and his smile made your heart melt.

“He’s the runt of the litter so Juliet won’t nurse him. Typically they are gotten rid of but I figured you would like the chance to assist a creature in his time of need.” You looked back down at the tiny little pup; his eyes not even open yet and you held out your hands to hold him. Crowley hesitated for a moment and you looked up at him with a look of confusion. 

“I need you to understand something, my love. If you take him from me, he will create an instant bond and he will be yours for life. He cannot be abandoned or passed off and will only listen to your or my commands. I only say this because if, for whatever reason you and I do not end up working out in the long run…”

“Crowley, give me my dog!” You interrupted him with a playful giggle. He smiled at you and chuckled, passing the tiny life form over to you. As soon as the hellhound touched your skin, his tiny cries ended and he curled up in a ball in your palm. You pouted your lip out and looked up at Crowley with tear filled eyes. “Thank you.”

“You are very welcome my dear. He won’t get too big, maybe a quarter of the size of Juliet which is why we typically don’t keep them. I will bring by everything you will need for him. Currently, he needs a name… a good strong name; not one of your Disney cartoon names preferably and he needs to be kept warm.” You nodded and took the sock from him.

“How am I supposed to train him? Don’t hell hounds have like certain commands and shit?” Crowley chuckled as you tucked the sock around the puppy’s body, making sure every inch of him was covered except his little button nose so he could breathe.

“I can train him for you with commands of your choosing, kitten. That is not the issue.” You nodded and rubbed your finger tip gently over the hound’s snout and you felt him shift toward your touch. Crowley exhaled a small laugh and stood up. “Now I must return to work, love. He was fed before I brought him so he won’t need to be fed for two hours or so but I will return before then.” You nodded in acceptance of his words, your eyes still on the baby in your hand. Crowley slid his hand to the back of your neck and kissed the top of your head. Before he could move too far away you looked up at him and smiled.

“Thank you, baby. I love you.” He leaned back down and gave you another chaste kiss, smiling against your lips.

“I love you, too, (Y/N). I will see you in a little while.” You nodded at him and looked back at your new pet with a motherly glow, effectively blocking out the world around you and focusing only on your pet. Crowley soundlessly chuckled at the way you leaned back more against the pillow and held your hand close to your chest protectively before pulling a blanket off the back of the couch to cover your upper body, arm and hand in a cocoon of warmth. He stayed for only a moment longer to watch you peak under the blanket and he felt his heart swell with pride and love before he returned to hell just as you went back to watching your TV show, completely forgetting about your leg.

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“Apollo, wanna go out?” You sleepily asked your hellhound who was sprawled out on your bed. Crowley was right when he told you he wouldn’t get as big as Juliet but at only a year old, he was still the size of a golden retriever. Apollo looked up at you with half open glowing red eyes from his comfortable spot and huffed, waiting for your demand over your polite question first thing in the morning. Crowley had deemed your dog nearly as stubborn as you and early in the morning, when neither of you wanted to get up, your boyfriend was right.

“Now; outside.” The hellhound groaned and dragged himself off the bed. You growled right back at him as the pair of you stumbled through your house to the back door. “Yea, I don’t like it any more than you do buddy.” You slid open the glass door and waited for your dog to bumble out on to the patio to stretch lazily before shaking to wake himself up. 

“We are heading out for hunt today. And we are going with the Winchesters!” You told him, knowing that that information would perk him up. Sure enough, he turned to look at you with what you deemed to be a grin before he trotted out to the yard. You giggled to yourself as he made his rounds along the perimeter of the yard, making sure no one had come in to his home and that every animal knew it was the yard that belonged to the mysterious invisible dog. 

“You’re hunting with the Winchesters?” Crowley called out from the kitchen and you turned and looked at him, not even attempting to cover your yawn as you nodded.

“Boys need back up on a vamp nest in Louisiana so Apollo and I are going down to help out for a couple days. What are you still doing home?” You walked into the kitchen and took the cup of coffee he held out to you.

“Procrastinating a meeting I don’t wish to attend quite yet. I could always cancel and come join you and your merry band of misfits for the trip.” You giggled as he put his hands on your waist, turning you into the counter with a smile.

“If you come join me at work then how am I supposed to do my job?” You took a sip of coffee with a smile as he rolled his eyes. “Besides that baby, you don’t want to deprive my fur child of ripping apart some vamps and scaring Dean, do you?”

“The bloody pair of you are one in the same.” He teased as he leaned down to give you a chaste. “You suck all the bloody fun out of playing hooky.” You shrugged and went over to the back door, whistling once and stepping out of the way of the hound that came barreling into the house, now fully awake.

“You are more than welcome to join me at work with your two besties and play hooky any time you want, baby cakes just not on vamp cases.” A low growl rolled from your boyfriend’s throat as he snapped some food for Apollo and pointed at you.

“You know I can’t bloody stand those two. You only continue to hunt with them because you are fully aware they annoy me.” You feigned innocence as you took another sip of your coffee and headed back to your room to get ready.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about darlin’.”

“Yes, that’s right. It’s best you walk away, you little...” The rest of his words were cut off by a single low bark; your four legged protector coming to his mommy’s rescue.

“Oooo, you done it now!” You called out from your room and you giggled when you heard the sounds of Crowley rough housing with Apollo from the other room. 

You had known the Winchester brothers your entire life; you and Dean were the exact same age and as kids, the brothers frequented your house often. When you were younger, Bobby would take you on easier hunts, mostly just salt and burns, and he eventually taught his little pride and joy everything he knew. When John let Dean start to hunt on his own, you convinced your dad to let you do the same. You typically kept to yourself, not taking on more than you could chew but when shit in the supernatural world started to get heavy, you headed home to help out. 

That’s how you met Crowley in the first place. He had come to talk to your father about something and found you instead. The two of you casually dated (as much as a soulless demon could date someone) for a while until your dad’s death. You went a little crazy at that point, killing anything and everything you could get your hands on; consequences be damned. One day, however, you bit off more than you could chew. You found yourself surrounded by demons on a case and you were so heartbroken; so damaged at that point that you welcomed your demise. 

But instead of death, Crowley came, rescued you and brought you to hell. He took the time and put the pieces of your broken heart back together; his way of attempting to slowly chip away all of the wrongs he had done in his life after the boys nearly cured him. Your relationship developed out of dependence of each other in low points in your lives and ended up becoming the most beautiful thing neither of you imagined possible. After four years, it was a love that was tested constantly that both of you were willing to fight for no matter what.

The sound resembling a stampeded came barreling down the hall toward your room, pulling you from memory lane and you turned toward the noise at the same time that Apollo flew through the door and leapt on the bed, sending it flying a few inches off the floor. You turned to glare at your dog who was crouched on the bed with his rear end in the air; ready to pounce at your boyfriend.

“Apollo, no; Crowley, do not get him all wound up before a long car ride!” You scolded as the King of Hell strolled casually into the room.

“Kitten, I haven’t the faintest idea as to what you are referring to.” You growled at him as you pulled on you jacket.

“Go to hell. You’re a pain in my ass.” He placed his hand over his heart and feigned distress.

“Your words cut deep, my Queen.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to him as he smiled at you. With a slight tilt of your head, you placed your hand on his cheek and returned his smile.

“You are a pain in my ass but I love you all the same.” You leaned up and kissed him gently and he chuckled.

“Well thank goodness for that. I wouldn’t know what to do with all my love if it wasn’t for you.” He kissed the tip of your nose; causing you to crinkle your eyebrows in a way he always found adorable and you turned to grab the last couple things you needed.

“I wouldn’t know what to tell ya on that one because I’m still keeping the dog.” You looked over your shoulder at him as he laughed and stood in the doorway to watch you finish getting ready for your trip before he headed out himself. “I love you.”

“I love you as well darling. Be safe. And you look out for her.” He said as he pointed to Apollo on your bed. You fur child huffed in response as you grabbed your phone and keys.

“I’m always safe and he is always looking out for me. Go to work before Hell starts falling apart.” Crowley groaned and let his head fall backwards before sighing deeply.

“Find you bloody win; however, we are both playing hooky when you return.” You smiled as Crowley snapped you two duffels of clothes for you and stuff for Apollo and you nodded with a laugh as you picked up the bags.

“You know you’re just gunna come find me in the motel tonight anyways.” He smiled as you whistled to your partner in crime and the three of you headed out.

“Possibly… I may be as stubborn as you are and stay home.”

“I’ll see you tonight then?” You asked and he nodded and gave you one last quick kiss.

“Always, my love; always.”

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“The mutt is not getting in my Baby, (Y/N/N).” Dean said as you pulled the necessary weapons from the trunk of your car.

“De I have a blanket and he is coming whether you like it or not. It’s either that or you can sit in the back seat of my car with him. Your pick because I ain’t taking two cars like the last time.” You heard Sam laugh from the open door of his motel room as Dean groaned at the memory.

“Fine, let’s just get this over with.” He grumbled exasperatedly. You closed your trunk; having to do it twice so it would actually stick and grabbed the blanket out of your back seat. “If my poor car smells like dog…”

“Oh, get over it; he saved your ass last time. Sam, get the lead out!” It took a second before Sam came stumbling out of the room; as much of a morning person as you were and Apollo was right on his heels. You had no idea why but your dog adored Sam and Sam loved him just as much. You had found in the last 4 months that you had been back to hunting since your leg was deemed healed, he had called you more often than not just to see his four legged best friend. 

As you all piled in to the Impala, Apollo, knowing full well that Dean did not like him in his car, jumped on his designated blanket and curled into a ball in the middle of it the same way he did the day you got him. You pulled the blanket over him in a vain attempt to control the dog smell and the four of you headed out.

The nest was easy to find. The vamps found a barn off in the woods to hide out and they didn’t see you all coming. In total there were 11 vamps and only one survivor. It had been hard to attempt to explain why you had to sit in the middle seat in the back as you took the woman home but she accept the ‘the seat is broken’ excuse Sam fed her. That was the only hard part about owning a hell hound. You and the boys could see him for your safety, thanks to some spell from Crowley but he was still invisible to the outside world. After you dropped her off you headed back to the motel to shower, change and head out for dinner. 

As you were getting out of the car, Apollo began to snarl, jumping across the seat to stand between you and your room door. The boys froze out of instinct, no longer afraid of that noise when you were standing beside them. The three of you looked at each other as Apollo continued to snarl. The black fur along his back stood on edge as he made his way over to toward the door; waiting for your command. With a small sigh, you pulled your gun and a knife and looked over at Sam and Dean.

“Let’s go boys.” You crept over toward the door, forcing yourself to remain calm. When you were close enough to the door to see it had been kicked in; the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves and kicked the door in. You were blasted with the scent of sulfur and eight pairs of jet black eyes turned to you. 

“Fuck… kill!” Apollo leapt in to the room and knocked the closest demon over, ripping his throat out as the others advanced on you. They all slowed for a moment as Sam and Dean stormed in behind you. You thanked God and anyone else that was listening that you were dating the King of Hell and you dropped your useless gun and knife and yanked out the angel blade that you had sewn a holster for in the lining of your jacket.

“Y’all fucked up today.” You said as the man in front lunged at you. The room became complete chaos as essentially you and Sam and your angel blades, Dean and his demon knife and Apollo, who was thankfully much stronger than he looked, took out the seven rouge demons that had come after you for whatever reason. As the final body fizzled out in a blast of orange, the three of you looked around the room in total shock. Apollo was content on using a demon’s arm as a chew toy and the room looked like a battle field.

“What the fuck was that?” Sam asked as he panted to catch his breath.

“Get fucking Crowley on the phone.” Dean demanded as he flopped down on a chair, making sure the curtain was pulled completely closed.

“CROWLEY!” You shouted, knowing full well he would show up. Sure enough, he appeared in the middle of the room on top of the bodies and teetered a bit to find flat ground. “Apollo, enough.” You said when he jumped up still in protection mode, not realizing the new comer was his papa. 

“What the bloody hell is this?” He demanded as he looked around the room. You shook your head and crossed your arms in front of you; tapping the bloody angel blade against your side.

“I don’t know, you tell me. We kill some vamps, come back to get changed for dinner and find these black eyed fucks just hanging out. If it wasn’t for Apollo I would have been done.” Your hellhound looked up at you with a look of pride before returning to his new toy and the sound of bones breaking made you shiver in disgust.

“I’ll look into it. This was not my doing.” Crowley replied as he looked around the room once more; his red eyes glaring at the bloody bodies at his feet. “I want you home tonight.” He said as he snapped his fingers cleaning the room and your clothes of blood; causing Apollo to whine in protest as his chew toy was taken away. “And no matter how much I hate to say it, I want you two to bloody go with her.” You knew Sam wouldn’t mind the time off but Dean grumbled in protest for only a moment. Crowley gave him the death stare to end all death stares and your friend stopped complaining and stormed out of the room to get his stuff with Sam following behind him.

“Will you give my fur child a chew toy so he doesn’t throw a hissy fit all the way home, please?” You asked as you started shoving dirty clothes in your duffle. With a simple snap, your bags were packed and Apollo was satisfied by a large Kong top you knew had some sort of treat in it that would be destroyed completely by the time you made it home. You sighed and looked up at your boyfriend as he walked over to you. His eyes shifted back to their normal brown and his worry lines appeared on his forehead.

“Are you ok, kitten?” He asked as he cupped your cheek in his hand. You nodded, leaned into his touch and sighed heavily.

“I was lucky I was still running on adrenaline from the hunt. What is going on with all of this?” Crowley slowly shook his head and his brow furrowed.

“No bloody idea but I’m not a fan. Please just get home as soon as possible. I’m going to check it right now to make sure you are clear and put up the sigils I can. I will most likely already be there waiting for you lot by the time you get there. If I am not, there is that binder under your bed of sigils. Have the boys help you put them all up. We can never protect our house too much.” You nodded as you pulled him in for a hug.

“Just be careful baby.” You sighed as you felt him kiss the top of your forehead and he pull back to look at you.

“You be careful as well. I love you. Call me if anything happens.” You leaned up and gave him a kiss, not wanting to pull away but knowing that you had too.

“I love you too. See you soon”

[alphagaymerw0lf]

Forbidden

This is a little drabble that I pieced together one night having Devil Trigger on repeat and thinking about my amazing rp with @cheer-up-crewcut who is the best fucking Nero I ever came across seriously go check them out!!

In that rp I'm given the chance to test our my devil hunter Zervil and well there's sort of a relationship going on??? Idk ask him xD.

Anyways to my sweet Nero I hope you enjoy this babe!

Note: Any errors is not intentional I was writing this on my phone.

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Nero traced the blue swirls on Zervils arm, his cold metal finger seeming to warm by the skin underneath it. He sighed softly, sitting up in their shared hotel bed and looked out to the night life of Fortuna. He convinced the hellhound to come to the forbidden city (to both and their dark history here) so Nero could say goodbye to an old and very close friend.

Though the two spent their time harmlessly flirting and teasing one another for a decent while now Nero was still to nervous to admit his growing crush for the hurt demon.

Glancing back to the bed he watched the slow rise and fall of Zervils scar covered chest in the moonlight. He didn't bother wearing a shirt and honestly...Nero didn't mind it. He was in an odd sense memorized by the blue unwanted markings that painted both of his arms and multiple battle wounds that tell different stories. Most were definitely not pretty...yet he still adored them.

During their times of sex jokes, smooth flirting and playful "jackass" related comments the two have had their share of kisses which still left a tingle on Neros lips as if he could still feel them...he wanted more yet never asked.

Zervil slept peacefully, shifting a bit to wrap his arms around Nero to wake when his goal of holding his obvious crush closer by his chest merely left his arm limp around Neros waist.

"Everything alright?" He asked, voice deep with sleep making it gruff and rather damn attractive. It was similar to the breathless one after their accidental kiss became a full blown make out. Zervil looked over to the alarm clock on the nightstand, squinting his already tired eyes to read the red digits. "It's nearly 3 am...whats got thst pretty little mind of yours troubled?"

"Nothing" was Neros first and obviously horrible reply. Of course the hell hound rolled his eyes and sat up, rubbing Neros back gently and glanced at the right limb. His robotic arm resting on the nightstand leaving the stump left behind from the brutal cut that Zervil never dared to ask about. "Your scar hurting?" He asked carefully.

Nero shrugged "A bit" he replied, still avoiding the clear topic of the reason they were here.

"Want me to massage it? Normally a hot rag helps release the pain and relaxes rhe scar tissue"

Nero snorted and leaned against the older male "Thanks Doc but I think I'm ok...just a lot on my mind right now"

"About Kyrie?"

Nero sighed and gave in with a small nod. Zervil kissed his temple gently, rubbing his shoulder down his upper arm carefully. "It's alright Nero, whatever your worries about isn't as big of a problem as your making it seem" he cooed softly. Fuck that deep voice was hot even in a comforting manner!

"How the hell do you know?"

"Because that's how it normally works. Your brain fucks with you more then reality does. Trust me on this" Zervil chuckled.

Silence fell between the two as they remained sitting up with Nero resting his head on Zervils shoulder as the older hunter continued to rub and massage anywhere his hand could touch. A way of helping the younger male relax, plus side was that it was working. Eventually Nero let out a yawn like sigh before nuzzling further into the nice touch. "Alright" he finally spoke "I'm tired'

Zervil took that as a sign to lay down, bringing Nero with him so he could lay on his shoulder, nose nuzzling Zervs neck. "Sleep well hun" he yawned out, followed by a tired, accidental 'I love you' before sleep took him.

Oh how badly Nero wanted to return it. To confess to Zervil the feeling was returned...but first he had personal buisness to attend to.

With another yawn Nero closed his eyes finally, a soft 'I love you too' leaving his lips before he go surcom to sleep.

[skymoonandstardust]

Sam Winchester confessing his love

Even though Sam wanted nothing more then to tell you how he felt, and have a happily ever after kind of ending complete with leaving the life and trying to have an apple pie life instead . . . He knew that was impossible.

It only seemed to get more impossible with time.

Frist the weird dreams that came true (which he found out later were visions) the other special children, the yellow eyed demon and his missing father--- it all added up and gave him more and more reasons to push his feelings down, and push back saying or doing anything. 

Sam always told himself “I’ll  do it later” or  “now isn’t the time”

on his really bad days he told himself he’ d never tell you, convinced that you’ d say no, he didn't have a chance or that  everything was just sign after sign saying that you two weren't  meant to be together 

He didn't fool himself

Sam knew relationships were hard, and hunter relationships were harder, nearly impossible and generally ended in heartbreak for one person or the other. . .

So that’s why not even Dean’s many comments, hints, and his relentless teasing changed Sam’s mind or made him tell you.

It was just Dean being the slightly annoying older brother that he is

It was even  worse when Dean encouraged him.

Somehow the idea that Dean  liked you and sam and wanted you together was just embarrassing and horrible  

And so that’ s why, when he found himself dying after being literally stabbed in the back by jake, one of the other special children he’d been locked in a fight to the death with he still hadn't confessed his feelings to you. 

At first When he came back Sam didn’t even know he’d died, only that he’ d been injured so he didn't think much of it. . .and when he realized just what happened Sam was too concerned with Dean’s deal coming due to really think about his death or telling you. . . 

You three threw yourselves into finding an out to the deal or a way to end  it, but no such luck and dean still ended up being mauled apart by hellhounds and dying.

All thoughts of a confession-- or even his feelings when right out the window under the crushing weight of Sam’s sadness, guilt and mourning.

He was devastated and as much as he cared about you, he wasn't anywhere near his usual self so he still packed up and left, going his own way without so much as a word to you before he snuck out from bobby’s house. 

You tried to reach out and  track him down but it became obvious that he didn’t want anything tot do with you so you gave up and went back to hunting.

That was the last either  of you saw of each other . . . 

until the day Dean knocked on Sam’s motel  door with Bobby in tow that is.

then Sam woke up and they went off to find you.

the craziness only got worse and worse as angels came into play, and the apocalypse loomed while you three tried to keep all the seals from breaking.

You didn't succeed.

And it ended with Sam having to throw himself into the cage after being possessed by Lucifer.

As Sam Fell back into the black hole yawning in the ground behind him, he kept his eyes on you and dean. . . and right before he lost sight of you and the hole closed behind him Sam made a silent promis that if---when he got back he’d finally tell you. 

No more, stalling or excuses -- no more letting hunting or end of the world scenarios getting in the way. 

By some miracle he did survive . . . and though he didn't have his soul at first once he got it back he kept that  promise. 

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