#Jackson Winchester tag

[protectxthem]

@theresastargirl asked: ❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞ - dealers choice!

autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃 | Accepting

"I guess I can drop Henry off at my uncle's place and go with you to the masquerade ball. Uncle Colten can take the kid trick-or-treating, I'll make it up to him, but he'd probably have too much fun dressing up and getting free candy to realize I'm gone for the night." He shrugs a bit and then smiles at her. "Do I have to dress up or is wearing the mask with what clothes I'm wearing be okay?"

[ethan-acfan]

Grabbing desmond by the scruff of his neck and putting him in my pocket so he can have a tea party with the rest of the mentally insane characters that I kidnapped

[godofstupidsentences]

People will never truly understand the bond between me and every character with anger issues

[samtallchester]

I decided that the only way I'll manage to do something is this way. I am going to start something called "one-shot Monday." Every Monday I will write a small fic or one-shot about a fandom. One day could be one, the next another. Asks are encouraged. If you wish to be on my tag list:

🧺 Supernatural

No destiel or wincest

💫 My Babysitter's a Vampire

✨️ Harry Potter

❤️‍🩹 9-1-1 [and/or] 9-1-1 Lone star

I am willing to do bucktommy oneshots however I haven't watched this new season yet, so I can't promise anything good from it. I promise I will watch though

🏹 percy jackson

🔱 hunger games

🚷 final destination

🥂 shadow and bone

♟️ maze runner

thomas x newt excluded please. I used to ship it but someone ruined it for me and it makes me uncomfortable now.

[lost-between-letters]

Comfort Character Letters

Let's do this again! I promise to try my best (as last time) but you have to remember that I have a full time job now, so please don't go impatient on me

It's exactly what the name says! A letter from your comfort Character addressed directly at you with everything you've always wanted them to tell you.

So here is how it works: you fill out the form I will link below and you'll get a letter from your favourite character via email from me. Or more than one! Just make sure to fill out the form for each character separately so there won't be mix ups. Easy as that :)

The Form

The fandoms:

Supernatural

Riordanverse

Osemanverse

Stranger Things

Brooklyn 99

Good Omens

[demons-and-demigods]

Demons and Demigods Part Three: The Interim

Alright, timelines really start to get fucky here because I felt like, yknow? Also, fair warning here: not only do I start playing fast and loose with the timelines, this is also a John Winchester Hate Account if you hadn't guessed from part 1: the beginning, and in this part Sally does in fact murder him. So. Be prepared for that, I guess.

Insert the events of The Lost Hero blah blah blah and edited events of season one. Namely John doesn’t meet back up with the boys (Dean left him a voicemail after they left Sally’s telling him that they found out Aunt Sally was alive and that he and Sam needed some space so they didn’t want to see him, but would still appreciate it if he reached out to let them know he was alive. He does neither. Instead, he headed to Sally’s apartment and practically broke down the door, all ‘how dare you turn my boys against me’ and ‘what right do you have’ and etc etc. Sally just gave him the middle finger and stabbed him. She cleaned up at the blood, then Paul helped her get the body out to the car and they drove out to CHB where Thalia and the hunters were staying after sending an IM and explaining that she needed help getting rid of the body of her nephews’ piece of shit father and the hunters are more than happy to oblige and Paul stays in the car to help the hunters feel more comfortable while Sally, Thalia, and the rest of the hunters have a wonderful little bonfire in a clearing just outside of camp.)  

(Sally does call Dean and Sam and tell them what happened. She admits that she killed him and doesn’t feel bad about it, but she knows that he was their father even if he was a shitty one and they deserve to know what happened to him.) (Dean has pretty mixed feelings about it. He thanked Sally for telling him, and for telling the truth instead of making up a story or something, and then said that he needed some time to get his head back on straight. Sam keeps Sally updated on what they’re up to and how Dean’s doing and if they’ve heard or seen anything about Percy and she keeps him updated in turn about the Percy Situation.)  

John is replaced by Bobby <3 

Episode rewrite info and more lore below the cut

Faith goes a little differently because Bobby actually shows up because he’s the best, and Sam calls Sally to ask if she knows anything that could help Dean and she says that she’ll ask Chiron and the Apollo kids if they know anything/would be willing to help. Sam and Bobby haul Dean over to NY and Will swings by Sally’s apartment to take a look at Dean and does what he can to help. Bobby and Sally get along wonderfully, by the way. Sam told him that she killed John and when he asks her about she’s just like yeah and I’d do it again he was a dick and I never liked him anyway and after learning what he did to Dean I feel no remorse for what I did. And Bobby’s just like damn I like this woman. Anyway, he gets filled in on the Greek stuff and the Percy Stuff (at this point, Piper, Jason, and Leo’s quest is done and they’re working on building the Argo II and Sam and Dean offered to head to California to see if they could find Percy, but Sally and Annabeth told them it would be better to let it play out, especially since Percy didn’t know them and likely had amnesia) and then the boys head out for the Nebraska and Roy and the rest of the episode pretty much goes down like normal only Bobby is there and helping them because I love him and he loves his boys.  

They find the colt and yadda yadda yadda. Instead of John getting possessed by Azazel and being too nice in the cabin and shit, Bobby is possessed and he’s too mean and so that shit plays out how it did just with Bobby replacing John. Also Bobby doesn’t sell his soul or the colt. Instead, Tessa and Dean are having their thing and then something boots Tessa and Dean is like what the fuck because she just disappeared and then he sees three old ladies knitting and they tell him that it’s not his time yet and he’s part of their world now so his life is theirs to end and they have need of him still. So the Fates intervened and plopped Dean back in his body and fixed him up and shit because I say so.  

Since John wasn’t around to tell Dean to ‘save Sam or kill him,’ they find out about the demon blood and yellow eyes’ plan some other way idk and Sam doesn’t run away to IN or run off and get possessed by a demon later because whatever fuck it. However, around the episode Croatoan is when Percy gets sent on his quest to Alaska and then around Night Shifter is when Percy leaves Sally that voicemail having done the whole thing with Phineas and the gorgon’s blood and is starting to get his memories back.  

After the shifter thing and getting on the news and stuff, Sally calls to let them know that she’s heard from Percy (after she messages Annabeth) and to tell them that they can lay low with her and Paul until the media calms down about the bank robberies and shit. She helps them research what might be going on with Sam and his visions.  

Annabeth tells Sally that the Argo II is finally complete and her, Jason, Piper, and Leo are leaving for CA to get Percy and also there’s prophecy shit they have to do so she doesn’t know when they’ll be back but she’ll do her best to keep Sally updated and make sure Percy IMs her.  

Sam and Dean have left at this point so Sally calls them to fill them in on that.  

The next day, All Hell Breaks Loose shit goes down. Sam has poofed, Dean and Bobby are trying to find him, etc etc. Sam dies, Dean makes his deal, the Fates don’t intervene because they know that the angels will bring him back and whatnot and he has a year and the Gaea thing will be over by then anyway .

Percabeth reunion!!!! There has been a criminal lack of Percy content in this so far, but we have finally arrived!!! He’s here!!!  My boy!! Son of Neptune happened behind the scenes because nothing changed on Percy’s end lmao.  

Mark of Athena starts, Percabeth reunion my beloved. Leo is possessed and fires on Rome, they haul ass, Percy is pissed, shit gets sorted, etc. When they stop for the supply run to fix the Argo II, Annabeth and Percy stay on the ship and call Sally.  

Sally and Percy have a tearful remote reunion and Sally tells him to stay safe and get home to her as soon as possible. And then she tells him about Mary, Dean, and Sam. Percy is kinda reeling but he’s excited to meet his cousins once the Gaea and Giants shit is over. They say goodbye and Annabeth tells Percy about Sam and Dean from her short time meeting them. Percy tells her about his time at the wolf house and his quest to Alaska to free Thanatos.  

Percy and Jason, possessed, have their death match in that Kansas cornfield, and Sam and Dean and been nearby and, upon hearing about the weird disturbance, show up just in time to watch the end of the fight and see Piper knock Jason and Percy out lmao. They are Quaking. They’d managed to go unnoticed by everyone on the Argo, but they spot Annabeth and grab her attention to be like hey what the fuck just happened/what is going on?????  

And Annabeth is like oh shit hey yeah so we’re on a quest to Greece to stop Mother Earth from waking up and whatever but that right there was Percy and Jason fighting. They were possessed by spirit servants of Gaea so it wasn’t really their fault that they were fighting but it’s a good thing that Piper was out there with them otherwise Jason probably would have died.  

Sam and Dean are lowkey still freaking out because that is a lot of information to take in all at once and also it’s one thing to hear that Percy is powerful and another to see him fight with their own eyes. 

Note that will be relevant in the next part: the Winchester boys are so entrenched in the supernatural that celestial bronze recognizes them as something more than mortal and works on them.

Now, this part was shorter but that's because I got excited and have a scene written directly following this that I'm gonna post next.

[sbd-laytall]

Rules: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same.

Thanks for the tag @sturionic

This was so hard because there are soooo many characters I wanted to name, but I could only choose one for each fandom. These are some of my favorite characters in no particular order.

Neil Josten–AFTG

Jesper Fahey–Grishaverse

Pharaoh Atem–Yu-Gi-Oh

Matt Murdock–Marvel

Tim Drake–DC

Guinevere "Gwen" Pendragon–BBC Merlin

Georgia Warr–Loveless

Sam Winchester–Supernatural

Percy Jackson–Riordanverse

Rory Gilmore–Gilmore Girls

I'm sure later on I'll probably mentally change my mind, LOL.

Tagging: @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 @sarahkies @butchest-lesbianest-grandaddiest @agenderraypalmer @eruthiawenluin and anyone else who wants to do this.

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this may be the worst thing i've ever made. this should give you a general vibe of the story.

Percy and Annabeth here were drawn by burdge- i don't know who orion was drawn by, nor Adam, which is why this post is unrebloggable.

this isn't the final cover (final cover won't have fanart) and it might not even be the final title, but-

Here's the Macbeth Murder Squad from @tigersycamore6210 and i's in progress Macbeth fic- you may have heard of it from the post going around asking for characters who could kill macbeth.

FOLLOW THE PROGRESS OF THE STORY AT @macbethmurdersquad !

[deanstead]

Please write some more of the Leo Winchester AU!

look the number of asks i have in my inbox now about Leo and Jackson is unreal HAHAHAHA thank you for loving these oc kids!

[protectxthem]

@fellandfeathers asked: Send "💤❗" to wake my muse up from a nightmare ( for jackson winchester! )

Send "💤❗" to wake my muse up from a nightmare | Accepting

He didn't mean to fall asleep, it just happened. He can't really remember the last time he fell asleep without waking up or concerning others with his nightmares. While Sam went to college, and Dean went hunting with their dad, Jackson had joined the Army Rangers.

So he's seen some things but that mixed with hunting the supernatural it was a wonder how he got any sleep. Right now he's using his jacket and arm as a pillow as he lays half on and half off the couch. His body twitches a bit and he mumbles in his sleep, breathing picking up. Jackson jerks awake when he feels a hand on his arm.

He just about swings his fist but stops himself when he sees ...

"Aziraphale?" He lowers his fist and rubs his eyes with both of his hands. "I'm sorry for almost hitting you."

[winchester-inthe-tardis221b]

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

The Doctor (8,9,10,11 and 12) (Doctor Who)

Clint barton/ Hawkeye (Marvel)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Percy de Rolo the Third (The Legend of Vox Machina)

Not tagging anyone since I barely know any person on this site.

five comfort characters, five tags

(had to start a new thread, got too long) thanks for tagging me @loulooser ooh i like this okay - nick nelson (osemanverse) - aled last (osemanverse) - peeta mellark (hunger games) - linh song (keeper of the lost cities) - xavier hawthorne (the inheritance games)

tagging @lyssified @mister3127 @raeny-nights-and-faery-lights @weirdo09 @charliethinks

[bunnysbrainrot]

Bunny's Masterlist

Hi everybody! Below you'll find my works organized by fandom and character. Take a peek at the new WIP category - stay in the loop on what's coming up, and if it's not something you're itching to read, send in a request!

Supernatural: Dean Winchester: If You Change Your Mind - Ch. 1 If You Change Your Mind - Ch. 2 If You Change Your Mind - Ch. 3 Back Seat Guessing Game (ft. Sam) He Wants To Watch (ft. Sam) Discreet A Lesson in Manners Camgirl

Sam Winchester: Keep Watching No Vacancy - Day One No Vacancy - Day Two No Vacancy - Day Three Guessing Game (ft. Dean) He Wants To Watch (ft. Dean) Size Matters Research Sinners (Teaser)

Crowley: Your Rightful Place Fitting Room Vices and Virtues

Castiel: Obedience at Its Finest (Lucifer!Cas) Vices and Virtues

The Last of Us: Joel Miller But I'm Better (Series, DBF!Joel) Blood Flow Daddy's Girl The Real Thing Our Little Secret

Too Sweet (Series, Jackson!AU) Bourbon and Mead Unspoken Rules Friendly Competition

The Walking Dead: Negan Smith: Easy Access

Other: Pedro Pascal: Sway Coat Check

Sinners (Full) - Sam Winchester x Reader Unlike Your Brother - Sam Winchester x Reader A Lesson In Manners - Dean Winchester x Reader Step by Step - Dean Winchester x Reader

Requests are open! Be aware that if the request is incredibly long, oddly specific, or awkward it may be altered or unused. Some past requests have been questionable, gross, or illegal and I have no intention of immersing my brain in that for hours [*thousand yard stare*]

But, I digress!

Thank you for all of your support, as always. It means so much more than you know! If you have a request or simply want to say hi, my inbox is always open! Daily life impedes quite a bit, but I'm incorporating writing whenever I can. Feel free to give me some creative homework!

Also, check this link to see who I write for, and this link if you'd like to be tagged in future posts! The latter will be a lengthy process to finish, but I'm going to give it a shot! There's gotta be an easier way than doing this with a Google doc, right?

Here's to our lil' family, and to more fanfiction!

xoxo - Bunny

[cursed-byesexual]

I'm such a sucker for fics from the pov of some NormalPerson™ who tries to understand what the actual fuck is going on with your fave. For example;

- Hermione's parents sort of got used to their daughter talking about dragons and curses and she makes it sound like its no big deal so they just go along with their strange kid. Except now there's a man at the door who says he's the minister of magic and he would like to personally invite you and your daughter to the first memorial of the final battle as she is a war hero of the highest order. What do you mean there was a war? Hermione, get down here this instant!

-Or a true crime podcast about the crimes of Sam and Dean Winchester through the eyes of someone who went to college with Sam. He hosts podcast nights and everytime one of Sams alleged kills is described he tells the friends who are listening with them about that time Sam went vegetarian for a month after watching a nature channel docu.

-Or Percy Jackson returns to a mortal high school after one of his adventures and one of his teachers has to try and decipher the transcripts from his old schools. How the fuck did this little skater boy blow up his last school? Why isn't he in prison??? Or dead??? The parent-teacher conference night that follows is one for the ages as Sally Jackson lies her ass off, but with skill.

-Or John Watson decides to go to a class reunion against better knowledge and Sherlock tags along to learn more about John out of boredom. His former classmates don't understand what the hell Sherlock Holmes is doing at their party if there hasn't been a murder and absolutely come to the conclusion that the two are together. They have to be, right?

Basically anything that puts these unhinged adventures and relationships into perspective I guess, sorry if these don't make sense,,, tag me if you know any fics of this sort! For any fandom! Or comment you own hc!!!

[zepskies]

Show Me - Part 1

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader || Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy (background)

Summary: Dean meets your infamous ex-boyfriend at a fallen hunter’s funeral. You just forgot to mention that he’s a hunter as well. Maybe because he still has the power to get under your skin…in the worst of ways.

AN: Another story for the Espresso-verse! This is set after “Devour Me,” and plays on plot threads in “Midnight Espresso” and the flashbacks in “In Bad Weather.”

Word Count: 3,100

Tags/Warnings: Angst, body shaming, body insecurity, protective Dean.

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Part 1: “Objects Are Closer Than They Appear”

Hunter funerals aren’t supposed to be lively affairs.

Alicia Jackson is special, however. She’s known so well throughout the hunter community that news of her death creates a kind of reunion at her mother’s house after the funeral, not unlike Asa Fox’s wake last year.

Even you had known Alicia, though not particularly well. You met her through Eileen. They’d called for your help on a ciguapa case a few months ago, and ever since, Alicia had insisted on buying you a beer anytime she was in town.

So today, Sam and Dean are really supporting you and Eileen by coming along.

Alicia’s mother, Martha, is a lovely Haitian woman in her late sixties. Her house is modest, but welcoming. She’s a gracious host to have so many rough and tumble hunters in her home.

The wake is mainly gathered in the backyard, where plastic tables and chairs have been set up. Most of the hunters have collected into groups of the ones they know, sharing stories, laughing, eating, and drinking.

You’re in the kitchen with Martha, as you’ve offered to help her put out some more beers on the table outside. The smaller woman falters for a moment when she glances at a framed picture of her daughter on the wall. Alicia was beautiful, with coal-dark skin and soulful brown eyes she’d inherited from her mother.

You end up holding Martha’s hands in comfort when she nearly crumbles again. Your heart breaks for her. Even if you hadn’t been that close with Alicia, you’d hope that someone would take care of your own mother in a situation like this.

“She just has so many friends,” Martha says, with a tearful chuckle. “I never realized…”

“We try to look after each other,” you reply, smiling. “Everyone here knew your daughter, if not personally, then by reputation. And guaranteed, all of them have at least one good story to share.”

Martha nods. Somehow, she’s able to smile through her tears as she pats your hand. 

After spending a few more minutes with her, you predictably find Dean by a long table of hors d’oeuvres and desserts.

“Babe, you gotta try these mini quiche. They’re delicious,” he says, after popping another pastry into his mouth. You can see that he’s eaten nearly a whole tray while he’s been waiting for you.

“You realize we’re at a wake, not the Golden Corral,” you lightly tease. He shrugs.

“Still gotta eat, right?” he says.

His capacity for food knows no bounds, but you love him for it.

You glance over at Sam and Eileen chatting with a small group of hunters under the shade of a tree. They’re sitting close together at a picnic table. Your lips form a subtle smile, and you lean in close to Dean.

“Look at your brother, being a supportive non-boyfriend,” you say. They’ve been loosely “dating” for weeks, though you aren’t sure they’ve put an official label on what they are together.

Dean’s expression turns both fond and amused. “Think they’ve sealed the deal yet?”

You glance over at him. “What do you mean?”

“You know…” Dean waggles his brows suggestively. You do know what he means, and you playfully smack his chest. Mostly to stop him before he starts making lewd hand motions.

“Come on, that’s none of our business,” you reply. Inside though, you’re wondering the same thing.

Dean spies the look on your face and smirks.

“See. You’re curious too,” he says. He gestures at your face with the same hand that holds a bacon-wrapped cocktail weenie. You have to raise a hand to fend him off when he tries to veer it into your mouth.

“Don’t point at me with your sausage,” you quip.

“Funny. I’ve never heard that particular complaint outta your mouth before,” he smirks.

He eventually gives up on feeding you and eats it himself. His warm gaze is still on you though. You start to blush.

“Again, we’re literally at a funeral reception,” you say, despite your growing smile.

His gait becomes more flirtatious as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Like I said. We still gotta eat, don’t we?”

You splutter laughing, though you attempt to contain it behind your hand. Dean’s chuckle resonates through you when he pulls you in by your waist. His thumb brushes your hip. He’s not so much into PDA, and certainly not as “touchy” as you, but this much will do for now. You lean into him in turn.

He finishes off his umpteenth hours d’oeuvre and sets his nearly empty beer on the table. After letting loose a barely stifled belch, he mentions something about finding a bathroom.

“Dogs are already barkin’, huh?” you tease.

“Yep,” he freely admits, patting his stomach. “Give me five minutes…or ten.”

He squeezes your arm in parting before he takes off down the hall at a purposeful pace. It leaves you to contemplate the mini quiche.

Damn, they do look good. You bend over the table slightly to peruse your options, when a familiar voice drawls behind you.

“Still got a fat ass,” he teases.

You freeze. Slowly, you straighten up, and you turn to blink in surprise at the man who stands there, holding a beer and wearing a playful smile.

Yours is polite at best as you try to get through your shock.

“Carter,” you blurt out. What the hell are you doing here?

He greets you with an incline of his head. The way he says your name is both familiar, and a little unsettling.

You cross your arms and lean back on your heels. “You knew Alicia?”

“We tangled a few times,” Carter replies with a nod. His smile laces with a bit of innuendo, but his eyes have just enough heaviness to convince you that he really did have some kind of relationship with Alicia.

Oh, Ali. You could’ve done better, you think. You wish you’d known that tidbit of information when she was alive. You would’ve warned her.

“I’m sorry for your loss then,” you say. Carter nods again. A silence falls awkwardly between you two.

“Is that all we’re gonna say to each other?” he asks. “It’s been…what, a couple years?”

“Almost four,” you supply. You and Carter had ended just a few months before you met Sam and Dean, a little over three years ago now. You and Dean hadn’t started dating until last year.

“All right,” Carter says, rubbing at his chin. His gaze roams over you with a slight smile. They take you in from your high-heeled boots and jean-clad curvy thighs, to your green blouse, laced loosely in the front. You’d decided to dress a little nicer for the occasion.

“You know, you look the same,” Carter says. His head tilts. “But different somehow.”

You raise a brow. “Different?”

“Yeah, like…” He draws closer and leans on the table beside you. He sips at his beer. “Confident. Like you’re not hiding yourself anymore.”

He mimics the hunch of a turtle in its shell.

“You used to be like a little mouse sometimes,” he adds with a light chuckle.

You know he means to be teasing, but you’re not laughing. If you’re not hiding anymore, it means you’re not trying to bury yourself under shapeless clothes, along with much of your inner self.

“Don’t you think that’s a little tight?” he’d asked you once, before you two went out together. It wasn’t the first time. (And it wouldn’t be the last.)

“I’m just saying,” he would often say. “You might feel more comfortable in something a bit looser. Cover these up a little.”

You remember how he’d squeezed the softness around your sides or your stomach. You also remember a well of anxiety in your chest that had made you feel almost grotesque when you’d studied yourself in the mirror afterwards.

Objects are closer than they appear…

You remember agreeing with him. Changing clothes. Drowning yourself in crewneck shirts and breezy buttoned-downs. Always wearing pants and baggy shirts to bed. Thinking all of this was to make you comfortable, and not the man who didn’t really love you.

So now, you give him a passive look as you take Dean’s forgotten beer and finish the last sip. Carter wears a hunter’s red plaid over jeans and his old leather boots. His blonde hair is shaggy around his ears, his face a little rough with stubble, his eyes still a deep blue.

He looks exactly the same. He probably is the same.

He’s right about one thing though. You’re not the same.

“We’re not in the profession of hiding,” you finally reply. “Guess I just got tired of it.”

Carter seems to sense your shift, and maybe, what you’re really saying. His smile falls into contemplation. He crosses his arms.

“Did I spot you with one of the Winchesters earlier?” he asks.

You nod. “Yeah, that was Dean.”

Before you can add the boyfriend part, Carter whistles lowly and shakes his head.

“I’d steer clear of them if I were you,” he says.

You quirk a brow. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Those two are walking hurricanes of bad luck, blood, and mayhem,” Carter says.

“You don’t even know Sam and Dean,” you counter. Your voice is sharp and your brows knit together in thinly veiled irritation. “So I suggest you shut your mouth and steer clear of me.”

You set the beer bottle a bit hard on the table and mean to brush past him. You spot Sam and Eileen again, still sitting in their same table under the tree. You aim to head over there to wait for Dean, but a hand wraps around your arm.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be like that,” Carter frowns.

“I’m not your sweetheart,” you tell him. You’re discreet in the way you try to twist your arm out of his grip. You glance around to make sure no one’s watching you two. The last thing you want to do is make a scene here, but Carter is being a stubborn ass.

Even though you manage to wrench out of his hold, he grasps your hand next to stop you from pulling away. He looks down at your hand, brushes his thumb over your skin. His gaze looks heavy, almost melancholy.

You know that funerals tend to bring out the sentimental shoulda, coulda, woulda in hunters, but you think he might be looking back on your time together with rosier glasses than he ought to be.

“Look, I'm sorry. Can’t I at least get you a drink? We can catch up,” he says.

“Consider me caught up,” you toss back. Frustration begins to set you on edge. “I don’t know why you’re pushing this. I mean, God, we weren’t even good together.”

At that, his grip tightens on your hand. Confusion and denial cross his face.

“That’s not true,” he protests.

Unbidden, you’re forced to remember the weeks you and Carter spent in Miami, where you’d met him. You remember how he’d convinced you to leave with him after his hunt was done, and to leave your family behind. A decision you regret to this day…

You lean in closer just to whisper hotly. “You know it is. We didn’t have a relationship. We had a transaction, in which you liked what I could do for you. But you never loved me. You never even really knew me.”

At that, his hold finally loosens in his shock. You take the opportunity to slip your hand out of his. Another familiar hand rests along your lower back, and a firm wall radiates warmth behind you.

“Hey, party people,” Dean says. He gives Carter a “pleasant” smile, and you a more genuine look. You okay? it says.

You let out a subtly relieved breath and nod. “Hey, was just gonna go check on you.”

“I’m good,” Dean says. He looks over at Carter, whose expression has cooled considerably. Still, Dean inclines his head. “Hey, man.”

“Yeah,” Carter says. His tone is bland, until his gaze slides back to you.

“Don’t tell me you’re shacking up with this one now,” he says, leveling a finger at Dean. Then he gestures across the lawn, over at Sam. “Or is it the former anti-Christ over there?”

Both you and Dean bristle. Your temper has a thin fuse right now, and while you still don’t want to make a scene, you might have to make an exception.

“Why don’t you remember where the hell you are and have some decency,” you hiss. “Do us all a favor and fuck off.”

Once again, you try to walk past him. This time when Carter grabs you, it’s because he smarts at you getting the last word. A sharp breath escapes you, and Dean intervenes with a firm, warning grip on the other man’s wrist.

“Hey, you wanna act right, before you make yourself a problem?” Dean says. His face is relaxed, but behind his eyes are a very real threat. “I got no issue laying you out right here, in front of all your buddies.”

Carter has a moment of indecision. He notices a few pairs of eyes drawing their way, and so he lets go of you, even as he sneers at Dean.

“Shove the Prince Charming bit, asshole. She ain’t a damn princess,” Carter snaps. “She don’t act like one, and she definitely don’t look like one.”

You roll your eyes at his spite, but Dean can’t quite let that one slide off his back. 

His grip tightens on Carter’s wrist as he pulls him in. He pats Carter hard on the back and smiles as if they’re old friends. But really, it just gives him the vantage point to speak lowly near the man’s ear.

“All right, douchebag. Keep talking shit. I’ll bet that’s how you’ve gotten this far in life,” Dean says. “But touch her again, and I’ll break every damn bone in your hand. And maybe, I won’t stop there.”

He tilts his head, so he can see the glimmer of intimidation hidden well behind the other man’s eyes. Then Dean lets him go. He turns and lays a hand at the small of your back. The two of you fall into step together while walking across the lawn in the backyard.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say quietly.

Dean frowns and notices the way your gaze has lowered. His hand moves around your waist and squeezes to get your attention. Without him realizing, it just reminds you of the way Carter used to point out the thicker curves on your body.

Cover these up a little.

“Hey, you okay—”

“I’m fine, Dean,” you say, easing out of his hold.

It leaves him feeling unbalanced, and a bit put out. Dean remains quiet as he follows you over to his brother’s table.

“Are you all right?” Sam asks you, discreetly, but with concern. The wake is coming to an end, and by now Dean has filled him in on your run in with your ex, Carter Hall.

You give Sam a nod and a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Yeah, I'm good,” you reply.

Dean is quiet. He stands beside you with his hands in his pockets. Eileen has invited you and Dean to join her and Sam at a nearby bar to keep the evening going with a few other hunters, but this has already been one hell of a day. You’re ready to make the long drive home and call it a night.

Eileen’s also agreed to take Sam home (eventually). You notice how they share smiles, how Eileen ducks her head with the beginnings of a blush. You’re happy for them, even as you and Dean part ways with a more stifled silence on the way back to the car.

It’s late, and it’s cold. You walk beside him with your arms crossed, just to brace yourself against the windchill eating through your jacket. You glance over at your boyfriend and feel a measure of remorse for the way you brushed him off earlier. You have a feeling that’s part of the reason why he’s quiet, giving you your space.

You decide to close the distance. You sidle up closer and curl your arm around his. Your hand slips into his as well, threading your fingers together with Dean’s.

He looks over at you with a slight raise of his brows. His lips quirk at a smile, and his hand tightens on yours. You’re able to give him a more sincere smile in return.   

“Can I tell you something?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Dean says.

You look up at him and bite your lower lip. “I’m starving. I never did get to try those quiche.”

It only takes a moment for you to devolve into a quiet giggle. It’s infectious, and Dean laughs with you.

“Okay, we’ll stop somewhere,” he nods. Though his eyes widen in realization. “Damn, that means you haven’t eaten since, what, this morning? Before the funeral?”

You mentally count back the hours, and you have to agree with a sheepish nod. Dean shakes his head in disapproval.

“Come on, sweetheart. You should’ve said something.”

You shrug, even though you know he’s right. Your free hand curls around his bicep, and you lay your head against his arm. He looks down at the top of your head and heaves a sigh, despite his lingering smile.

Though the peace you’ve brokered is soon interrupted.

Dean had to park down the road of Martha Jackson’s house. Two cars down is Carter, who’s about to climb into his old Honda Civic.

Damn. He’s still driving the same piece of shit too, you note. His head raises, and as if he knows he’s being watched, his attention turns toward you and Dean. You don’t allow yourself to react, other than staring across the way, directly at Carter. You wait until he looks away first, opening his door and getting into his car.

You expel a breath and brush your thumb over the back of Dean’s hand.

“Let’s go,” you say.

Dean nods. He guides you toward the passenger side of the Impala, but his gaze lands beyond his car, to the Honda still parked and warming up. He finds Carter’s gaze through the front window for a moment.

It’s Carter who once again breaks first; he revs the ignition and peels onto the street, and down the road past them without looking back.

Dean's lips curve. Bitch.

Shaking his head, he rolls his shoulders and rounds the car towards the driver’s side.

He’s more than ready to go home.

AN: *sighs* Okay, originally this story was going to be a one-shot, but it just got too damn long. Let me know what you think of Dean finally meeting her ex-douchebag, Carter.

Part 2 (coming next week) will include all the angsty hurt/comfort and smut to come...

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“I’ll just speak for myself then,” he says. His hand trails lower... “If you need me to remind you how beautiful you are, how goddamn sexy…then I got no problem showing you.”

His hand moves down the soft slopes of your body and comes to rest at the curve of your waist. Hearing your faltering breath, Dean pulls back so he can see your face.  

“Let me take care of you for a change,” he says. His lips pull at a grin, and it makes you smile in turn.

You take his face in your hands and bring him down to you for a kiss, languid and a bit devouring. It makes heat lick up Dean’s spine.

“Okay,” you whisper, close to his lips. “Show me.”

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In your opinion, who are the kings of whump?

OOOOH This is such a good question. I'm please to answer this.

Daniel Jackson

He is the KING of whump, okay? The name whump came from him. He is why we have that term for this community. I will not accept any arguments as to why Daniel Jackson is not the King of Whump. I even have a tag for that on my blog.

2. Dean Winchester

3. Killian Jones

4. Merlin

5. Neal Caffrey

6. Loki

7. The Tenth Doctor

8. Malcolm Bright

And I'm going to finish this list by giving a shoutout to the Patron Saint of Whump: Aaron Ashmore (and of course his twin brother Shawn too but Aaron is the one who gave us a shoutout on twitter lol)

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Demons and Demigods Part Thirteen: Dreams are Weird, and Everybody's Confused

Heyyyyyy sorry for dropping off the face of the earth, whoops. I got distracted by other projects and going on vacation so I haven't done much work on this au in a while. But! I have a short little update here for you! I had originally planned to turn at least some of this into a fully written scene, and I might come back to do that at some point, but for now, have some nonsense that amuses me.

I wanted to do some episode rewrites for the spn boys because I missed them, and decided I'd do it for Ghostfacers and/or Jus in Bello. However, it felt weird to just veer away from the Argo II crew since there's so much going on there, and my brother suggested doing the episode rewrites through the viewpoint of Percy's weird ass demigod dreams so I started whipping up ideas for that because it immediately tickled me thinking about Percy watching the Ghostfacers nonsense go down.

I don't think there's much of anything for Jus in Bello mentioned here, I kinda fixated on Ghostfacers and then another idea I had instead. Anyway, here's some incorrect quotes style things I was thinking about and a bit of stream-of-consciousness writing.

Percy, dreaming on the Argo II: [witnessing Sam and Dean dealing with the Ghostfacers bullshit] The Ghostfacers: you have to go be gay for that poor dead intern/gay love can pierce through the veil of death to save the day Percy, a queer, waking up: what the fuck?  ~ Percy, dreaming: [eavesdropping on Sam and Dean's convos] Sam and Dean: [bickering about Dean only having a few months left] Percy, waking up and immediately Iris Messaging them: hey, the FUCK you mean Dean only has a few months left what the hades are you talking about? Sam and Dean: [high-pitched, startled screaming and flailing that ends up disconnecting the IM] Percy: . . . Rude. 

PERCY PARTY CRASHES ONE OF SAM OR DEAN'S DREAMS JUST LIKE 'oh hey haven't done this in a while' AND SAM/DEAN IS JUST LIKE 'WHY TF IS THIS KID HERE?' Bonus points: it's Dean's dream and it's a ~Trauma~ dream abt John being an abusive shit stain when he was little and Percy is just like oh fuck that actually and intervenes in the dream-memory to kill John (like mother like son) and then he and Dean trauma-bond over abusive 'dads' (Percy: hey next time I'm in the underworld I'll ask Uncle H if he knows where John is. that fucker better be in Hell or the Fields of Punishment and if he's not, he will be. // Dean: 👁️👄👁️ ) 

Dean pov on Percy gate crashing his dream and killing dream-john and them trauma-bonding over abusive ‘dads’ (neither John nor Gabe should be called a dad but for the sake of brevity). Percy pov on him watching the Ghostfacers nonsense through his weird ass dreams and overhearing the ‘Dean, you only have a few months left’ convo and resolving to call/IM the boys when he has the time to do so to demand an explanation for that bullshit and then Sam dropped the bomb that his brother is a dumbass and sold his soul to bring Sam back to life and now Dean only has a few months left before hellhounds are gonna come after him to drag his ass down to Hell and Percy is just like gods damn dude that’s some serious shit why didn’t you ask for our help? Did you ask for help from anyone in the Greek world? 

And Dean is very firmly like no we didn’t and we aren’t going to. Aunt Sally has enough on her plate to worry about without adding my impending doom on top of it and we don’t exactly know anyone else in the Greek world, let alone how to get in contact with them. Also, anyone we do know would no doubt tell Aunt Sally about it and like I said, I’m not laying that on her. (Because he’s dumb.) 

And Percy’s just like, what the fuck man, I mean I get it I always sanitize my quest stories for mom so she doesn’t freak out too much but still. What the fuck dude. And they have that whole heavy conversation where Percy promises to look into things on his end for any way to get Dean outta his deal and if nothing else talk to Uncle H and see if he can’t jailbreak Dean’s soul for him or smth. (Percy does, in fact, later ask Hades, begs him actually, to help Dean, to bring him back, to at least steal him and put him somewhere better than the Christian equivalent of the Fields of Punishment. Hades has to gently tell him I’m sorry but there’s nothing I can do and he is genuinely remorseful that he can’t help out his nephew because he has grown fond of him and he would be more than happy to personally place Dean Winchester’s soul in Elysium if he could but he can’t and so he holds his nephew as he sobs, mourning the loss of another loved one whose life was cut too short and prays that the Fates or the Christian God or whoever is in control of this all will give Percy a fucking break and that someone will free Dean Winchester from Hell.) (Enter Castiel, Gay Ass Angel of the Lord, who will grip Dean tight and raise his fine ass from perdition.) (But I am once again getting ahead of myself. So.) 

Devolved a bit into my Destiel agenda there at the end, but this is my weird ass au and I do what I want lmao

Like I said at the start, I might come back to this at some point and fully write out the Ghostfacers nonsense, but for now, I'm gonna leave it at this and try to focus on figuring out what scene to cover next for the Argo II crew. I'll try not to fuck off into oblivion again but no promises, sorry.