#Millie wren vibes

[wrenwinchester]

Happy birthday to Millie Wren Winchester, she’s 43 today, and she truly deserves the world. Also, this is fairly raw writing, haven’t had a chance to edit or anything, just a heads up. But without further ado, here is the

Fourth of July 1996

Dean went out for a bit, I honestly had no idea what he was doing, Dad was off hunting who knows what in southern Michigan, hadn't heard from him in like a week. And Sam was being a bratty 13 year old. Dean and I had tried everything, taking him to the local pool, taking him shopping, finding his favorite anything really, and nothing helped. He was mad at Dad because he missed his birthday, and mad at Dad for about 1,000 other reasons. And now. I was dealing with it alone. "Great."

Sam looks up from whatever book he was reading, Oliver Twist maybe. "What's wrong?" He asks, sitting up on the bed. And I mentally curse. I hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Nothing, I'm just tired and frustrated about stuff at the convenience store." I say, not entirely inaccurate, but definitely not what had me going.

"I can't believe you've already made assistant manager. I mean you just started what, a month ago?" He asks. Even though he knows the answer.

"Yeah, but think of all the different experience I have, and the fact that I actually have a work ethic." I say, and he nods looking over at me.

"That's true. Still, I'm proud of you." He smiles at me, and it feels like the first time he's smiled in weeks.

"Thanks, Sammy." I look at the time, it's 7:30. "Hey have you eaten yet?" I ask him.

"No, I wasn't really hungry earlier," his stomach growls. "Apparently that's not so true now."

"What do you want to eat?" Sam's not necessarily picky, but he is particular.

"Whatever you want is fine. I don't care." Ahh, there's the attitude I was expecting.

"Okay, well, I'm just doing cereal because it's easier, and right now cheaper." I say and Sam just shrugs. "By the way, do you know where Dean ran off to earlier? He didn't say anything to me." I say, and Sam shrugs again, putting his headphones on for the Walkman Dean and I pulled money together for his birthday, and goes back to reading. "Okay then."

Sam and I eat our cereal, basically ignoring each other, though it's more like he's ignoring me. I'm just respecting that.

Sam continues his reading when we're done, and I clean up our bowls and add milk to the shopping list. When that's done, I look over the newspaper for any possible cases.

Then, I pick up one of my books, something about protective sigils from the library in town, and I get to work on cleaning the weapons. Granted, all the ones that are here have already been cleaned, but I can engrave protective sigils into the handles, anything to help keep my family safe. When I look up it's 9:30, and I glance over towards the bed Sam's been reading on, and notice he's fast asleep. Book closed on his chest, headphones still playing whatever music he chose. (It's probably one of Dean's cassettes, but I'm not supposed to know that Sam likes Dean's music.)

I walk over to the bed and pick the book up, careful not to lose his spot, and place a bookmark in it before setting it on the nightstand. Dean's been gone for hours at this point, and I'm starting to worry. He should have called or something.

I move across the room, grabbing one of the spare blankets off the couch, and bring it over to lay across Sam. He shifts like he's going to wake up, but doesn't. "Nice to know I haven't lost my touch." I whisper to myself with a smile across my face.

I glance at the door, worrying about Dean again, and I shake my head. He's seventeen, he can handle himself. I repeat the thought over and over again trying to find some comfort in it, but the truth is it ends up making me pissed at Dad. Dean and I have been able to "handle" ourselves since we were 7 years old. We shouldn't have had to.

"Great. Now I'm thinking about Dad and what might have gone wrong on the hunt. And now I'm worried about two Winchesters. I pick up another one of my knives, it's one I don't use often, but it was a gift from an older lady, couldn't tell you much more than she was a redhead, I got it, oh it had to be 6 years ago now. She was nice, saw that I liked knives, and offered it to me. I haven't seen her since. Bobby said that this one was just a normal dagger, but I'm not sure I believe him. So, I keep it in the bag he and I made when I was really in my sewing phase, before I was constantly sewing up skin instead of cloth. Bobby helped me put some sigils on it to keep whatever mystical knives somehow ended up in my possession. (After a witch hunt, dad would let me go through the witches belongings for things that seemed useful. I almost always grabbed at least one knife, but occasionally, they were gifts, that later turned out to be from witches, but more knives meant more ways and more things I could protect my family from.) I set the knife down, not needing protection sigils on it since I never use it, and continue going through everything. A couple hours later, I decide to practice my knife throwing. Not that I really needed practice, I'd been throwing knives since before I started school, and they're my favorite weapon.

I don't leave the room, leaving Sammy alone never ends well. I already know something will happen, and we won't get our deposit back, so it might as well be this, I find a spot on the wall, and make a little x, that's my target. I decide to only use this specific knife, I don't know why, but it just feels right, and as a hunter, I've learned to trust my gut. Just as I'm about to through it, get out some of my frustration and worry about my family, the door swings open, I guess someone else is my target tonight.

My arms already poised to throw the knife before it registers who is at the door, I miss hitting Dean by a fraction of an inch, almost cutting his ear off.

"You nicked me!" He yells, his hand coming away from his ear, and looking at me bewilderedly.

"Dude, you're lucky it didn't go through your eyeball." I reply, going to grab the knife from where it stuck in the wall. It was meant to be funny, but it comes off snarkier than I meant it to, and Dean looks a little taken aback. I don't really have words for why or any idea what to say, really, I just shrug, and say, "Keep it down would you, Sam's sleeping."

Dean looks apologetically towards the bed where Sam is sleeping, he's moved since I closed his book, he's now curled up, practically in the fetal position curling in on himself. "Sorry. And Sorry I was gone so long. My errand had me running around for a while to find the stuff." He smiles gleefully, "but I did find it."

"What is "it", Dean?" I ask perturbed. Walking to put my knife away, obviously I didn't mean to hit my brother, but I figured he was an intruder or monster. "Oh, and sorry about your ear, want me to patch it up?" I ask, it's as good an apology as he's gonna get, besides he knows my frustrations aren't with him. Entirely.

"'It' is a surprise." He smiles, but it fades when I don't smile back. "How's Sam doing?" He asks, probably hoping that's all that's bothering me.

"Moody as ever. One minute he's telling me how proud he is of me for being promoted at the convenience store, and the next he's not talking to me again, and ignoring me." I sigh, as Dean nods along. "We were never that bad." I pause. "Were we?" It comes out quieter than I meant it to. But it's all just hitting me right now.

Dean just gives a wry laugh. "We never had the opportunity. Dad kept us moving, and we were taking turns taking care of Sammy." He says, and he's right. I'm surprised he said it, but he's right.

"So, what you're saying is if Dad had been a better parent, we would have been as bad as Sam?" I ask, mostly because u feel like pushing his buttons.

"Dad's not a bad parent, he just has a lot going on, just leave him alone will you." Dean says, and I realize that nerve is tighter than it usually is.

"I know, I'm just worried that we haven't heard from him. Usually he calls by now." Dean nods. "Not to mention we don't even know what or exactly where he's hunting. How're we supposed to help him if something comes up?"

Dean just shakes his head. "It's Dad. He'll be fine. He's always fine." I nod, still not reassured. And Dean shakes his head. "You know what, we need to get out of here. We need to just relax a little, have fun. It's the Fourth of July after all." He says and goes to put his coat back on.

"Dean, we can't just leave Sam, especially not to galavant around town—"

"We're not," He says pointing at Sam as he continues. "Wake him up, I have a surprise." I stare at him.

"We're not waking up Sam, we can do the surprise in the morning." I say, trying to put my foot down. And then I laugh a little, you'd think we were grown adults parenting our kid, and reality is we're 17 and 15.

"Come on, Wrennie, let's just go have some fun, act our ages for once. I promise it'll be worth it. Besides, it has to happen tonight." Dean would never know, but he has puppy dog eyes just like Sam. And for once. I agree.

"Okay, fine. But you're waking him up, it's almost midnight, and I'm not gonna be at the receiving end of a Winchester cold shoulder right now." I point at him, and go to put shoes on.

"Fine by me." He says recrossing the room to get to Sam's bed. He always sleeps on the bed furthest from the door. Old habits and all that.

Dean starts shaking him. "Sam.Sammy.Sam. Wake up!" Dean practically yells, and I through a pillow at him. We aren't the only ones in the motel.

Of course, the pillow misses and hits Sam in the face, he groans.

"What's wrong." He says, throwing the pillow off his face.

"Get up, I've got a surprise for you." Dean says and I roll my eyes. It shouldn't really surprise me anymore the leeway Sam has for Dean. I mean. I have it too, but still it irks me that I'm not granted the same courtesy by Sam. But because of it, Sam gets up looking for where his book fell, and finding it placed neatly on the side table.

I sit in the back of the impala on the drive to wherever we're going. It's supposed to be special for Sam, and frankly, Sam is mad at me for hitting him with a pillow, and for whatever else he convinced himself to be mad about. I should have just stayed at the motel, let them have a boys night doing whatever it is Dean has planned, but Dean's right. We should just act our age for once.

After 20 minutes of driving, where Sam and Dean are talking and anytime I try to say something Sam gives the cold shoulder, and Dean gives an apologetic look, before they continue talking, we finally arrived wherever Dean wanted to take us, and...

It was an empty field. "Dean, what are we doing here?" I ask, as we get out of the car and he pops the trunk.

"Sam, you wanna see what I've got in the trunk?" He says, and Sam eagerly goes to see what we're doing. I hear his excited squeals, and I'm already getting confused about it, but then Sam comes around the corner, a crate of fireworks in hand.

"Seriously, Dee?" I ask incredulously, but I can't help the smile spreading across my face.

"Yeah, like I said, it's the Fourth of July." He smiles back and I just shake my head.

"Come on! Let's go," Sam says, the biggest smile he's worn in a while across his face. And Dean and I follow closely behind as he brings them along.

Sam sets the crate down in the middle of the field, far enough away from any trees, and the car, but still close enough to the car just in case, we are still a hunter's kids.

Dean gestures to a couple of thinner fireworks for Sammy to grab, and pass between the three of us.

"You got your lighter, Dean?" I ask and he pats his pockets checking for it. It takes him a minute, before he pulls it out with a winning grin on his face.

"Always." The smug bastard. But I smile anyway. And Sam looks at me with glee.

"Light 'em up!" He says, and so Dean lights all three of our fireworks, and we hold them up into the air. Watching as they go off. And Sam looks at Dean, "Dad would never let us do anything like this. Thanks, Dean. This is great." And hugs Dean.

When they're done hugging, Dean slips Sam his lighter, and gives him a nod, letting him light all the other fireworks. Sam comes running back, the biggest smile on his face as he yells, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" And stands by Dean turning around to watch the fireworks go off.

As they continue going off, all of us laughing and smiling, Sam turns to dance under the sparks, and I turn to Dean. "You're right Dean, we really needed this. To act our own age for once." I smile up at him, before resting my head on his shoulder, and we continue watching Sam dance under the sparks and he gives both of us a smile. And of course, we smile back. And just enjoy our time just the three of us as the fireworks continue going off.

After the last of the fireworks explodes, and the sparks die down, we clean up most of our mess, and bring it back to the Impala. Sam sits in between Dean and I in the front, as he's still a little shorter than me. And the three of us ride back to our motel in a comfortable silence.

Sam falls asleep on my shoulder, and I revel in it, he's my baby brother, and I'd die right now if it meant getting could get out of this life, get Dean out. When I look over at Dean, he's got the biggest smile I've seen in a while on his face, just pure unfiltered joy.

"Dee," I whisper and he turns to look at me. I nod my head towards Sam, his body slumped over in a way that seems like it'd be uncomfortable, but he needs the sleep, and he's out cold.

Dean's smile grows soft, full of love, and admiration for our little brother, before his gaze slides back up to me. And he shrugs.

"I swear, you'd better be the one to carry him in, his getting too big for me to carry." I say jokingly as my left arm clutches Sammy closer to me, as if somehow I could just keep him this small, and protect him from all the pain in the world.

"I didn't say anything!" Dean whisper yells, and I just eyeball him. "Fine. I'll carry him in, but you know he's getting old enough where we could start waking him up when we get places." Dean says and I smack his arm. "I'm just saying, you and I were getting woken up when we arrived somewhere years before we hit double digits."

Of course, Dean is right. Sam is getting to be too big for either of us to carry, but the longer we do, the longer we can keep him little and safe. Even if it's not what Sam wants. It just means we have to work out more, build our muscles so we can carry him, especially if he's gonna be hunting more than just helping with the research.

I ignore the thought, because the truth is it terrifies me, ever since that wendigo incident a few years ago, the idea of Sam hunting isn't a comfortable one. I switch my focus back to tonight and look back at Dean.

"Hey, Dee?" I say, voice still quite so as not to wake Sam. He glances over at me in acknowledgement, "thank you, for tonight. I know it was mostly for Sam, but I really needed it too. The reminder that we are just kids." I smile at him. "And, I really needed to get out of the motel room, I think I'd been in there too long." I say, "and I know Sam needed it, to get his mind of off of Dad, and the fact he missed his birthday. I think you made up for it." Dean just shrugs me off, he's never been great at receiving praise, and I let him minimize what it meant to Sam and I, it's just easier. "I do mean it." Is all I say, and he just silently nods.

When we get to the motel, I help Dean get Sam, who turns into Dean and just holds onto his neck as he carries him up to our room. And I get the fireworks garbage out of the trunk, and toss it in the dumpster. Let someone else deal with the mess. When I make it into the room, Sam is still asleep, and Dean is being held down by him on the bed.

I lock the door as I glance between them, and I just shake my head before crawling into the bed and squishing Sam in the middle of us. It's a little small, but the three of us still fit, and we still need each other.

For the first time since we last saw Dad, I sleep completely peacefully without any nightmares. Because even if something does happen to Dad, I'll always have my brothers.

[wrenwinchester]

Thanks for reminding me I have to write Millie Wren’s first hunt and first kill yet. I can’t tell if I’m heart broken or excited about it 😂

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩

Pairing; Dean & sister!reader

Synopsis; Based on the song by Taylor swift

Warnings; None

Notes; This is kinda random but also ties in with my post a few days ago about being the middle child in the Winchester family :)

Masterlist

‘Your little hands wrapped around my finger. And it's so quiet in the world tonight

Dean didn’t understand what his parents had meant when they told him he would be a big brother. All he knew was that his mom had a baby in her stomach and in a few month’s the baby would come out. 

Now his mom smiled softly as she gently placed a small baby on his lap. He grinned at her from his spot on the hospital bed before looking down at the baby. “She’s so small.” He looked between his parents and his dad chuckled at his comment. “You were that small once bud.”

Dean looked at him with wide eyes. “I was?” He sounded almost astonished at his Dads comment as both his parents fell into quiet laughter. After a moment he felt something grip onto his small thumb and his attention was drawn back down to his sister.

Her little hand had wrapped around his thumb and she was now gazing up at him. “I think she likes you.” His mom whispered before pressing a kiss to his head. Dean grinned up at her for a moment before cuddling further into her chest. 

He still didn’t truly understand what his parents meant by being a big brother, but he knew that he would always protect her from this moment onwards.

‘I won't let anybody hurt you, won't let anyone break your heart. And no one will desert you. Just try to never grow up, never grow up'

“Dean. Are you awake?” Your brother let out a small groan before rolling over to face you. “Y/n it's three in the morning why are you awake?” He frowned at you before a look of concern took over his face. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he noticed the unleashed tears brimming your eyes and the way your hands shook slightly.

“I killed someone.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke. Your hands seemed to shake harder as you gripped the thin sheets closer to your chest. “Someone dead cause of me.”

Dean shook his head sitting up and pulling you with him. “No. You didn’t kill someone ok. They were bitten and had fed y/n, it was only a matter of time before they turned.” He kept his voice low not wanting to wake Sam or your Dad who were both asleep across the room.

“Still. He hadn’t turned yet.” You sniffled leaning onto his chest. “Dad told me this job is about saving people Dean. How is that saving people.” Your brother didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

You were only 14, you shouldn’t have to deal with this. Hell, he never imagined that at 16 he would be spending his time cleaning guns and learning how to kill monsters. Dean understood why his Dad did what he did and he understood why he’d chosen now to start letting you on hunts but at the same time, it made him feel slightly sick.

The idea of his little sister doing this job left him with a bad feeling in his stomach (he didn't want to even think of Sam doing it) Dean swayed slightly as he tried to soothe you as best he could. “I know you don't think it now, but you did the right thing y/n. I promise.”

You nodded against his chest before pulling back and whipping at your eyes. “Come on. We need to be up in a few hours.” Your brother moved to lie down before opening his arms for you. You happily settled into his arms, feeling his hand run through your hair.

You both lay in silence for a while. The sound of his heartbeat slowly lulled you back to a dreamless sleep.

Dean closed his eyes sucking in a breath before relaxing. Life was so much easier when you were younger. If he had it his way you and Sam would never have to worry about the things that went bump in the night. He’d happily let you both live in peaceful ignorance as long as you were both safe and happy.

[dear-indies]

Hello Cat 🐱 & Mouse 🐭!! Could you please suggest female fcs with a cottage core vibe please?between around 20 to 30 that would fit into a medieval fantasy setting, please? Thank you!

Kim Ji-won (The Arthdal Chronicles) Korean.

Morgan Holmstrom (Outlander) Metis of Cree descent, Ilocano Filipino, Sambal Filipino, and possibly Tagalog Filipino.

Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)

Niamh Walsh (Jamestown)

Dianne Doan (Vikings) Vietnamese, as well as one eighth Chinese.

Stefanie Martini (The Last Kingdom)

Zoë Robins (The Wheel of Time) Nigerian.

Madeleine Madden (The Wheel of Time) Gadigal, Eastern Arrernte, Kalkadoon and White.

Tanaya Beatty (Murder at Yellowstone City) Da’naxda’xw / Himalayan.

Charlie Murphy (Northmen: A Viking Saga)

Antonia Fotaras (Luna Nera)

Antonia Thomas (The Musketeers) Afro Jamaican / English, possibly Welsh.

Amy Wren (The Last Kingdom)

Millie Brady (The Last Kingdom)

Eleanor Tomlinson (Poldark)

Madeleine Mantock (Into the Badlands) Afro Jamaican / English.

I'm not great at period and fantasy faeclaims but these all have the vibe!

[mykawinchester]

I'm the Bad Guy

"I like when you get mad

I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone

You said she's scared of me?

I mean, I don't see what she sees

But maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne."

Bad Guy by Billie Eilish

☽ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜ sᴘᴏɴsᴏʀs ☾

Fumée Noire - Smokey Eyeshadow

Fumée Noire - Face Tape

🌑︎ 🌒︎ 🌓︎ 🌔︎ 🌕︎ 🌖︎ 🌗︎ 🌘︎ 🌑︎

☽ 🇧​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇩​​​​​🇾​​​​​ 🇬​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇱​​​​​🇸​​​​​ ☾

Head: Lelutka - Avalon

Body: Reborn

Body Mod(s):

Skin: Voguel - Millie

Body: Velour x ItGirls - Picasso Babe - Slim Muse

Eyes: Mana - Theory

🌑︎ 🌒︎ 🌓︎ 🌔︎ 🌕︎ 🌖︎ 🌗︎ 🌘︎ 🌑︎

☽ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇʀs ☾

Hair: Doux - Sophie

Makeup:

Eyes: Fumee Noire - Smokey Eyeshadow

Details: Top1Salon - New Face Set - Full - 75%

Fumee Noire - Face Tape - Bad News

Lips: Tear - Roxy Gloss - Sexy

Nails: Ladybird x Quirky - Natural Nails

Tattoos:

Hexumbra - Face Bats

Lilithe - Chandika

🌑︎ 🌒︎ 🌓︎ 🌔︎ 🌕︎ 🌖︎ 🌗︎ 🌘︎ 🌑︎

☽ ғɪᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ☾

Friday - Wren Cardigan

Friday - Xiomara Tank

🌑︎ 🌒︎ 🌓︎ 🌔︎ 🌕︎ 🌖︎ 🌗︎ 🌘︎ 🌑︎

☽ ᴇᴍʙᴇʟʟɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛs ☾

Imbue - Locket Choker

Ysoral - Malie wedding ring

Ysoral - Clem Lip Piercings

Little Fish - Angel

Real Evil - Royalty - Queen Bracelet & Ring

Real Evil - Fated Necklace

Vibing - Kinslee Rings

Vibing - Arya Earrings

Yummy - Winter Memories Locket

Yummy - Enchantress Necklace

Rotten - Dainty Nose Junk 2

Violetility - Moth Septum

🌑︎ 🌒︎ 🌓︎ 🌔︎ 🌕︎ 🌖︎ 🌗︎ 🌘︎ 🌑︎

☽ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ☾

Backdrop: [BINU] Pink Venom

Pose: Mysteria - Editorial

Scene Additions:

[777] Lupine V2 - Devil Hunters'

[sidetongue]

Your blog is such a comfort for me; like its soothing and calming and comforting to me to see everything that you do for both your fosters and your own pets? I randomly remembered Potato today due to the anon who asked you about getting updates, and went to look in your tag for her and I saw her all grown up and I got overwhelmed with the joy of seeing that you got updates and photos of her at her fullgrown, silly glory!

The potato time in my life was such a vibe. I was living with my amazing, dog obsessed, fun loving grandparents. I didn’t have to worry about mortgage or rent. I had Henny and Millie the A+ foster helpers, and I had potato, wren, and Siddy living their best lives as part of our crazy crew. Finn was still alive, Bonnie was (and still is) a loser, Potato was the coolest thing since sliced bread.

What a comforting time it was, anon. Such joy in those memories. I remember being so blissful at that time, soaking up each day and loving my sense of purpose, what a vacation it would be to go back for a day or two.

[aadmelioraa]

For the character ask: Aethelflaed :D

My NOTP for them: Soooo I don’t really vibe with her and Uhtred. I don’t think we had the necessary emotional groundwork, which wouldn’t be as much of a problem if I didn’t feel so protective over her, but that whole relationship really fell flat for me romantically and I felt like it did a great disservice to how much she accomplished on her own. She’s (a fictionalised version of) one of the most interesting women in history, not someone’s girlfriend. And it didn’t really work for me on Uhtred’s side either in terms of the writing. IMO the ship could have been super spicy if they leaned more into the forbidden love and age gap aspects of it, but for me, the chemistry just wasn’t there, ultimately—I think Millie and Alex are both super talented, and have great chemistry with so many other actors on the show, they just didn’t have that spark together. 

My BROTP for them: Alfred! And Aethelstan (my historical head canons at play again here). She and Edward are also super interesting to me, whether in canon or AUs.

My OTP for them: Aldhelm lol. Not remotely a secret.

My second choice pairing for them: I didn’t really ship her with Erik originally but I have come around since (Wren knows what they did, and it was a college AU featuring sad ceramics Erik).

My fluffy pairing for them: I don’t tend to go in for fluff in terms of romantic ships, but for gen ships I really love to explore softer moments she has with Aelswith and with Aelfwynn.

My angsty pairing for them: I do love the angst with Aldhelm, both what’s present in canon and what can be played around with in AUs. I also think there is some amazing angst potential with Eadith. 

My favorite poly ship for them: Today I will say Aldhelm x Aethelflaed x Erik (barely edging out Aldhelm x Aethelflaed x Eadith and Aldhelm x Aethelflaed x Aethelred...I have a problem).

My weirdest pairing for them: ….hmmmm @wildwren brought Skade x Aethelflaed to my attention, which is very sexy and intriguing.

[babyandcharacternames]

what abt some steampunk vibe names? :0

Avril

Amora

Aspen

Argent

Beatrix

Ben

Collin

Case

Casper

Cordelia

Caden

Camilla

Catrice

Dierdre

Diego

Donna

Desmond

Desmonda

Daffy

Dellie

Effie

Eulalia

Eunice

Evanora

Frieda

Fella

Fredrick

Fallon

Gardenia

Garret

Garnette

Hyacinth

Hyde

Herbert

Helena

Iphigenia

Isaac

Iona

Isador

Ivan

Igor

Jude

Jillian

Jasper

Jacob

Jade

Killian

Kyvan

Kai

Kolby

Lilliana

Lennon

Lenora

Lysander

Lilith

Lilac

Liegia

Mel

Morgana

Morgan

Millie

Millicent

Micheal

Noelle

Noah

Nicholas

Nadia

Nadine

Nicky

Nicolette

Neeve

Ophelia

Orpheus

Orville

Orla

Olga

Oliver

Olive

Orion

Petra

Pierre

Peter

Petunia

Pip

Pippa

Phillip

Phryne

Prudence

Promise

Penelope

Penny

Quincy

Queenie

Quinn

Quest

Rhys

Rhylander

Ryder

Raymond

Rylie

Rebecca

Steele

Stephan

Stiles

Stan

Sarah

Sybil

Sylvie

Silver

Silvio

Sandy

Tillian

Ty

Theophania

Theodore

Theodosius

Theodosia

Theodora

Tiffany

Tillie

Ulalume

Ursula

Vanessa

Vince

Viktor

Vikram

Victorie

Victoria

Vega

Vallor

Winston

Winona

Wisteria

West

Wren

Xenobia

Xilla

Xander

Xenobian

Yoel

Yvette

Yukov

Zander

Ziles

[wrenwinchester]

Millie learned how to sew young. It was “easier” because she had smaller hands than her brothers.

She just liked the normalcy of it.

She would fix holes in their clothes, and even in the sheets on their beds if they were in a run down motel for too long.

Her love of fixing things only deepened when her father started having her stitch up his cuts, even as she watched him down the entire bottle of alcohol. She yearned to heal the pain the loss of her mother had inflicted. In another life, maybe she would have been a nurse.

When she was 10, she saw a magazine about embroidery, and learned everything she could about it. Dean got her some supplies. She started patching holes in her brother’s clothes with embroidery, sometimes they were flowers, and trees.

Other times, especially as she got older, they were protection sigils.

At 16, she stopped mending clothes, she was hunting with J*hn every other month, and it became more of a chore. She’d be sewing up her own wounds, or her brothers’ wounds. She didn’t need to be doing anymore. (Besides, between her and Dean’s odd jobs and the credit card scams, they could handle buying new stuff when they needed to.) She hasn’t touched a needle except to sew up a wound in years, but she yearns for a creative outlet, something, anything to ease her pain, but she’s burnt out and has no energy for it.

[wrenwinchester]

Millie gives people knives as a form of affection. Sometimes she’ll spend days choosing the best knife (style, design, etc.) that best fits the person.

She’s also the type of person who you need something done, she’s got a knife for that. Need a letter opened, “oh I’ve got a knife for that.” And it’s like specifically a small knife that’s probably better labeled a letter opener. Need a machete to kill a vampire. “I’ve got 10, pick your favorite…. But there’s a high likelihood I want it back” *death stare of seriousness* Need a blade forged in dragons breath to kill a dragon? “Oh I got this one when I was like 15, from some old lady, cause I thought it was cool.” Need a knife made out of a specific bone to kill some creature or another? “Oh I picked one of those up last week at such in such. Didn’t know it would come in handy so soon.” “We need an obsidian knife for *insert spell to do something*” “oh well, here you go. I’ve had this one since I was like 17.” *cue confused looks from everyone* “how does a seventeen year old get a— you know what. Never mind.”

Just. More shit like that.

Also she has like three of these displays around the bunker by season 9, and very quickly adds to her already large collection of knives.

Wren also keeps a collection of small switch blades and other small knives to give to the kids she meets on hunts. She teaches these kids how to take care of the knives, being specific to the knife she gives the kids (often giving her own knife sharpener to said kid) and gives the kids clear instructions on knife storage and safety.

She spends hours making sure her knives are clean and sharp, always ready to use. It’s nice having something so routine. After she and Dean meet up, and get Sam from college, the three of them quickly fall into the routine of Dean cleaning the guns, Sam doing the research, and Millie cleaning and sharpening the knives. It’s just the way it’s always been, it felt safe, normal. As normal as it gets for a Winchester anyway.

[wrenwinchester]

I’m sobbing. Like I actually want to cry. I just found a snippet from my Millie Wren fic, (y’all know the one, the one I can’t shut up about) and I guess I got inspiration back in like November for future chapters (I.e. season 15 episode 20) and wrote like 2000 words about how i want it to go with Millie’s involvement (I’m not going into details because that happens 16-17 years from where I’m writing right now and that’s a whole other ordeal) promptly forgot about it, went to do some editing on other parts and saw that doc, and now I’m screaming I don’t remember writing it.

[wrenwinchester]

I talk about Millie and knives a lot. I know I do. Partly, if not mostly, because I myself have a lot of love for knives, they’re practical and useful, and truthfully I mean anything with a blade. Machete, sword, anything like that.

However, I don’t think I’ve mentioned anything about why she prefers blades to bullets, or how we ended up here to begin with.

It’s not because she has bad aim, or doesn’t like the loud noise. She’s been able to shoot a gun accurately since she was about 8, and she’s been training with guns since she was 7.

She was careful and cautious, but determined. She’d been watching Dean practice shooting at Bobby’s since she was 5ish, begging him to teach her just as long.

It didn’t matter, Dean wouldn’t disobey John, who refused to teach her to shoot until she was just a little older, worried about the kickback, especially not when it came to his siblings’ safety. However, John hadn’t said anything about knives, so Dean started teaching her to fight with knives, disarm an opponent, and even throw unbalanced knives perfectly. She practiced all the time, especially when Dean and John were gone, and when she was at the Roadhouse. They became an extension of who she was, a part of her, when she doesn’t have a knife on her person she feels vulnerable. Even just a small one strapped to her ankle, or tucked safely into her boots or in a sheath on her thigh is better than nothing at all.

[wrenwinchester]

Okay, I have a 4,330 word chapter about flagstaff when Sam ran off that goes with my Millie Wren fic, and since I posted Fourth of July for Millie’s birthday last week, I was wondering if I should post this or find something else? Like say, edit and post chapter 3 of the fic. (Choose wisely, one has a lot more John than the other.)

I’m not actually sure what editing needs to be done for chapter 3, last time I looked at it was July 9th last year, when I did some editing shortly after writing it as I transferred it to Wattpad for safe computer storage after originally writing it in a notebook by hand.(my preferred method.)

As you can see, my writing habits are a bit out of wack, but it’s what works for me, I try to write chronologically, and generally that works, (though at some point I have to sit down and get through the part that I’ve been stuck on for like 6 months due to various reasons) however, when I have an idea for how a future scene should go (I.e Fourth of July 1996, or Flagstaff) I decide to just write it, how it actually goes in the story might vary, and some details might be left out, or changed, but the general idea tends to stay. At least that’s how it’s going with my supernatural rewrite au where they have a middle sister. (My beloved.)

[wrenwinchester]

And do you know what this means for Millie Wren? I don’t entirely, but like hear me out. Okay.

1. Shawn would 100% flirt with her to get back at Dean and Juliet, of course.

2. Millie would know immediately that Shawn was full of shit and not actually psychic but her brothers wouldn’t believe her. (She’s almost never wrong about this. She too was a trained observer of the minute details, things anyone else would miss. Shawn is just more dramatic about the reveal.)

3. Gus and Millie would team up to mess with Shawn, pull pranks and what not. Just genuinely confuse the ADHD guy with random stuff.

4. Juliet and Millie would become instant besties as women who have to deal with their boys’ crap. They love them anyway, but still.

5. Lassiter, aka Cain, would definitely have a crush on Millie, he has a thing for strong willed women, and peoples’ sisters (I.e. Chief Vick’s sister and he definitely flirted with Gus’s sister) to top it off, Millie agrees to go out with him to mess with Sam and Dean because while Dean admires the guy (before they figure out he’s Cain) he doesn’t trust him.

6. Millie introducing Cas and Shawn when she finds out that Shawn pretended to talk to a cat for a case because she knows that Cas talked to a cat for a case.

7. Also the bee thing. Like I don’t have more of an explanation. But something about Millie with bees is key. It’s just a vibe I have.

8. Dean threatening Shawn after he flirts/goes on a single date with Millie specifically to mess with her brothers and Juliet.

9. Millie promising Shawn she would never lie to him, and either telling him monsters are real like a week later, or telling him that despite what their police records look like, it’s not what it seems, but it’s better if he doesn’t know.

10. If Millie told Shawn monsters were real, he wouldn’t believe her at first, and she’d almost leave it, let him live in ignorant bliss, he’d be safer, but he’d insist she tell him what was really going on, finally she would give in, swear on her dead mother’s soul that she was telling the truth, and she’d stare him straight in the eyes as she did it, no waver of her voice, or questioning tone. And he’d know she was telling the truth. (Gus would look at Shawn and just say “I told you so, Shawn.” In the way only Burton Guster can.) Shawn would have questions of course, and Millie’s only response would be the story of how her mother died, and that Shawn didn’t want to know anymore.

11. If Millie told him he didn’t want to know, she’d look him straight in the eyes as she did that too. She’d promise it was safer this way, and that if he knew, he wouldn’t escape it. That he was doing good in the world everyone knew and keeping people safe that way, that she and her brothers had a job to do, and the less anyone knew. The better it would be for them. Eventually Shawn would let it go, he’d see the dead look in her eyes. Young eyes haunted by loss, and pain beyond their years. (Of course. She’s been to hell and back, and time moves faster there. Her soul is older than she seems). Gus would question why Shawn who always had to know the answer to things wasn’t asking more questions, and Shawn’s only reply would be, “She’s been through some crap, and I wasn’t going to push.” And Gus would ask since when? To which Shawn would just brush him off with some joke.

12. Millie would point out the similarities between Gus and Shawn and her two brothers, the slight codependence of Shawn on Gus compared to the major codependence of Dean towards Sam and herself. Though both groups would heavily deny it, although Gus and Sam would each approach her later after realizing she’s kind of right? But not go any further than that.

13. Again, Fake FBI/Fake Psychic hijinks, with Millie running interference between Dean and Shawn until finally Dean warms up to Shawn and they become besties.

14. I just think it would be neat. Especially when they finally meet Cain and the boys are just like “Lassiter?” And Millie says “Carlton?” Ultimately causing her brothers to stare at her because why in the hell would she use his first name? (She definitely went out with him more than just to mess with her brothers, not that she would ever admit it. She knew she was on the FBI most wanted list at one point too, and Lassiter would eventually remember that. So she broke it off before it started.

15. When Shawn and Gus found out that the Winchesters knew the ghost facers who they met that one time when they got lost on the way to Hollywood, yes please. The fact that if Millie told Shawn the truth, five hours later, he would ask if she knew these to guys who came through talking about a “tulamagoo? Tulip?” Cue Gus chiming in with his, “It’s a Tulpa, Shawn.” “Right of course a Tulpa in Texas.” And Millie’s response would be “Those idiots got lost on their way to LA?” “So… that was real then?” “Damn straight it was real Shawn, dude almost killed us because of those guys.” “Huh.”

16. Dean threatening Shawn about dating Millie, while Sam sees right through that charade and threatens Lassiter instead, (Lassie doesn’t take him seriously at first, because he’d initially marked Dean as the more threatening brother/agent, but Sam makes it very clear that Millie is not to be messed with, and actually scares the crap out of him.) this is of course immediately followed by Millie coming up and saying that Sam is such a softy and barely hurts flies. (Quite literally one of the biggest lies she’s told in her life. Dude literally finished starting the biblical apocalypse after her older brother jump started it. (Lassie, who is also Cain, should and does know this, but it still unsettles him, one of the oldest Demons if not the oldest.))

Reasons Psych and Supernatural should have a crossover:

1. Woody (the coroner from Psych) being Zachariah’s vessel.

2. Shawn and Cas talking about cats, possibly talking to cats/interrogating them

3. There are so many shared actors between Psych and Supernatural (Woody/Zachariah, Lassiter/Cain and many more)

4. Just the fact that there are literally so many “references” to Supernatural in Psych and the fact that Shawn and Gus are essentially a slightly less codependent version of Sam and Dean (anything can be a supernatural reference if you try hard enough.)

5. It would mean Metatron occasionally works part time as a security guard at an old folks home as a guy named Jervis.

6. Shawn and Gus could meet the ghost facers who got lost in their way to LA and ended up in Santa Barbara.

7. It would mean at some point Cain decided to go to the Police academy and join the Santa Barbara police department. (Alternatively one of his descendants looks just like him) (However I’m going with the first option because it definitely explains Lassiter’s fascination with the Civil War.

8. Fake FBI/Fake Psychic hijinks

9. Shawn would be a role model/older brother figure for Dean (he’s two years older than him).

10. Both Shawn and Gus and Sam and Dean get mistaken as a couple occasionally.

11. Shawn likes Bees, Cas likes Bees, and Cain (thereby Lassiter) likes Bees.

12. Shawn and Dean fangirling over cowboys.

13. The dual ADHD hijinks of Dean and Shawn, mixed with Sam and Gus being over their shit.

14. Dean hitting on Juliet only to get shit from Shawn even thought they aren’t dating yet.

15. Juliet flirting back with Dean to mess with Shawn

Just Please.

P.S. I love the idea of Shawn and Dean being best friends for many reasons, however, Shawn being a passenger Princess, and Dean not allowing anyone else to drive is just too perfect.

P.P.S. Also Woody being Zachariah’s vessel is just hilarious to me.