#Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

For the authors ask: 🍔, 🍭, 🥑, 🥠, and 🌮! Any and/or all

Thanks for the ask! These are going to be kind of hard.

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

This one is really hard! Uh...

That would be a Fantastic Beasts one (this was before SOD came out) and is that Credence/Aurelius is the magical love child of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Through highly magical means, Dumbledore gave birth to Credence, sent him off to America with his aunt, and then thought he died when the ship went down. Grindelwald doesn't know this.

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

That's a tie! That would All Night or a Hundred Years, and For Remembrance (Holes in the Floor of the Mind).

All Night or a Hundred Years is giving me the challenge of writers' block right now, because I know how it ends but I don't know how to get it there. It's an FB one about Percival Graves and Leta Lestrange being alive but held captive by Grindelwald. It needs to take place over the course of five years, and is confined to one POV and one room, which makes it extra challenging. I don't know what could happen for five years locked in a dungeon by Grindelwald. I'm thinking of laying a few things out and then doing a time skip.

For Remembrance was a challenge to incorporate a plant from the language of flowers and its meaning, and it was challenging to write because the initial story, told from the POV of Abigail Hobbs, was not satisfying me. It needed to be something more, and I had a self-imposed deadline to meet. It grew into a post-fall amnesia fic, and writing how that would change Hannibal's relationship with Will and Abigail was a challenge. It was also the first time I had ever written directly from Hannibal's POV, which was intimidating to me. I had a few meltdowns about it, but luckily some lovely mutuals allowed me to talk to them and give them pieces to read, and helped me get it to a place where I am just so happy with it.

🥑What are you currently working on?

Technically six stories right now, but three are on hiatus.

They would All Night or a Hundred Years, my Percival and Leta story, and it's on hiatus indefinitely at the moment.

Caraval, a Hannibal AU of the book Caraval by Stephanie Garber, where Will and Hannibal team up to play a magical game and track down Abigail. They need to win.

Untangled, a FB Tangled AU where Newt is in the roll of Rapunzel, and Tina is Flynn Ryder. Grindelwald kidnapped Newt as a baby because the flower magic Newt has fixes his magic, which was broken in a duel with Dumbledore.

The Third Day, a Hannibal AU based off the HBO show The Third Day. Currently on hiatus, because I haven't actually seen The Third Day and that's making things difficult.

Han+SPN, a Hannibal/Supernatural crossover co-written with Sarc. Sam and Dean team up with Will, a half-ravenstag, who is being pursued by hunters and needs to rescue his mate, Hannibal. Hiatus because I forgot to come up with the outline.

And The Great Red Dragon, a Hannibal knight AU where Francis Dolarhyde teams up with Will and Hannibal to save his love from a dragon.

🥠What's your approach to world-building?

If it's an AU based off something else, I lay it out how it was laid out in the source material. Otherwise, I just try to stick it in the front and lay out the facts to get that out of the way.

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

Uhh... I've never felt compelled to write for an audience. I write what I write and HOPE there is an audience. I experienced this with a critically endangered rare-pair I wrote fore. About an audience of 10 there, but I write the stories I want and get inspiration for.

Thanks for the ask! This was really difficult, but also really fun!

[claitynroberts]

Captain Hook & Rapunzel

Part 1 of 3 —> Part 2 Part 3

Description: Reader insert; multi-part oneshot. The reader has been a member of Team Free Will for a year now. During an unexpected lull in jobs recently, you, Sam, Dean and Cas decide to attend Jo’s themed birthday party. During the events of the night, cards are shown and things definitely take an unexpected turn.

Author’s Note: This fic was written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and her Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge, and it is my first ever reader insert, as well as SPN fanfic. I’ve tried so hard to authentically portray the beautiful characters of the series, but I’m only human so please bear with me! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Contains: angst, some language, fluff, potential bad decisions, physical fighting/violence

Warnings: physical violence, taking advantage of a drunk female (the reader) is mentioned but never acted on thanks to a big muscular hunk ;)

If you find any other triggers that may affect readers please let me know and I’ll add them here

Word Count (parts 1-3): 7,106...sorry, it’s so long :D

*This pic isn’t mine, credit to the owners and Google images.

You had been a member of Team Free Will for some time now. Long enough to fall into a comfortable, yet predictable, routine with the boys. Research, road trip, more research, gank, repeat. Like washing your hair, or winning the nightly games of rock, paper, scissors with Dean when y’all fought over the bed in the motel room, it became second nature.

You and Sam had become pretty close during this time, especially since you both enjoyed the more brainiac side of things. Cas even seemed to enjoy your quiet company; it was the precarious friendship with Dean that could make things uncomfortable sometimes. It’s not that you two didn’t get along, but sometimes the bond you shared felt as if it went substantially deeper than either of you let on.

The strange lull in paranormal sightings and jobs recently was odd; and to say it was taking its toll was an understatement. As much as you enjoyed spending time with Sam and Dean, you had spent more idle time with the boys in the bunker over the last couple weeks than you ever have. It was beginning to strain the friendships between each of you.

To pass time, you and Sam had spent time together digging through old files, inventorying artifacts and cursed objects, and even brushing up on the obscure lore the Men of Letters left behind. Whenever the dust got to you and caused your allergies to act up, you would spend some time with Dean cleaning and oiling guns or helping tune up Baby. You even had a Netflix binge session with Cas one time, although you had to explain to him that ‘no, watching Grey’s anatomy did not train you to be a real doctor’ no matter how real it seemed.

On this particular day though, you had decided to spend some much needed time alone listening to music and catching up on your very large ‘to be read’ pile. Toward the halfway point of the dusty tome you liked to call ‘light reading,’ sleep began to pull at the edges of your consciousness. The soft rock on the radio combined with the heady scent of the musty pages lulled you into a light doze. About the time you decided to let go and surrender to the tide of sleep, allowing it to pull you under its soft current, the phone began buzzing. Loudly.

A tortured groan fell from your lips as you roused yourself enough to locate the damn thing. Pulling the phone out from under your hip you noticed Jo’s name on the screen.

“Girl, I love you and all, but you just called as I was drifting off into what was probably going to be the best nap of my life,” you grumble-whined into the receiver.

“Sorry, not sorry,” came her clear voice. “You think every nap is going to be the best nap of your life,” she shot back with mirth.

“Well, if I keep getting interrupted how am I supposed to be able to compare them, huh?” You said, using your most logical sounding, matter-of-fact voice.

“Listen, just give me two minutes, then you can return to your nap.” You could practically see her eyes roll.

“Fine. Your time starts now.”

“As you know my birthday is this weekend. So I am going to have a party. You, Sam, Dean, and Cas are invited.”

“Alright.” Sigh. “Do you need us to bring anything? Booze, food, boozy-food…” you replied with a giggle at your own joke.

“No smart-ass. Mom and I have it covered. Be at the Roadhouse Friday night around nine.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” You said, pantomiming a mock salute, although you knew she couldn’t see it.

“Oh! Before I forget. It’s a costume party. Theme is Modern Fairytales. Be sure to tell the boys.”

“I will never understand your obsession with costumes.” You groaned as your rubbed your thumb and index fingers across your forehead.

“It’s kinda like a scaled down Halloween in April.” She said.

“Alright, we’ll be there.” You replied, huffing an exasperated sigh,

“In costume!”

“Yes, in costume.” You acquiesced.

“Good! See y’all then!” Her voice was so chipper you could hear her face splitting smile, as she hung up and the line went dead.

You sat up and texted the guys, Family meeting. Kitchen. 5 minutes, and carefully placed the thick book on your nightstand. Switching off the radio as you walked out the door and toward the kitchen.

Padding down the hallway, you made it to the kitchen before the rest of the crew, your stomach growling very loud. Geez, I guess I shouldn’t have skipped lunch. Opening the pantry you noticed your favorite snack, (Y/snack of choice), was up on one of the higher shelves. This place was not designed with average size humans in mind, you thought. Raising up on your tiptoes and stretching out the rest of your body did nothing to help the situation, especially since you could just barely touch the corner of the package. Struggling to retrieve your bounty, you didn’t notice the figure behind you until he reached up and retrieved your snacks; his chest brushing the side of your arm and his wrist grazing your fingertips.

Startled, you whirled toward the intruder and let out a small yelp, soliciting a grin from him. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You yelled, smacking him in the chest.

Feigning offense, he raised the snacks higher, “Oh, so you want me to just put these back, then?” He stopped in midair and quirked an eyebrow.

“Dean, no! I haven’t eaten all day, and all I want is my (snack of choice). Plus, that’s not where I left them, so some titan around here must have gotten into them.”

He threw his head back and let out a bellowing laugh as he handed you the package. “Titans. That was a clever one, (y/n).” Still grinning he leaned against the counter and set to work wiping the grease off his hands with the towel he was holding. “Of all the things we’ve ever been called, Titans was not one of them if I remember correctly.” He looked at you with a smirk, his eyes crinkling with mischief. “Weren’t titans devilishly handsome and well endowed in the...ahem...height department?” His eyebrow quirked up again, his flirtatious words making a scarlet blush rise to your cheeks. God, he was so attractive; not that you’d ever let him know that.

“I think that’s all wishful thinking,” you spat back while rolling your eyes. “Where are the other two at?”

He cleared his throat. “I think Sam is heading up from the archives, and Cas was watching something on Netflix last I checked.” His half smirk dropped and his eyes became heavy with concern as he remembered why he was called to the kitchen, “what’s up with the abrupt family meeting?”

“Nothing bad, I promise.” You raised your hand as if testifying in court.

With that sentence, all the tension left his face. The furrow between his eyes disappeared, and he relaxed his jaw which he had unknowingly been clenching. As you completed an inventory of him, watching his shoulders become less strained and his posture relax, you met his magnetic green eyes. They held yours for longer than you expected, deep green piercing into (y/ec), causing the moment to become charged with all the tension that had been building between the two of you for some time now. You were glad you had walked to the other side of the room earlier and put the kitchen table between you two; you’re not quite sure what would have happened in that moment had you been beside him. His body always beckoned you to touch him, always left you wondering what it would feel like to be wrapped up in his strong arms. To feel the short strands of his hair slide between your fingers as his lips crashed down on yours, molding to the shape of them.

The tension built and the visions of fantasy kept coursing on until a soft cough broke the two of you from your intense staring competition. “Ahem.” Someone cleared their throat from the kitchen doorway, breaking the spell and jolting you out of your reverie. You turned to see it was Sam and Cas, both of them looking at the two of you with inquisitive looks. “Did we interrupt something,” Sam asked, trying to contain his smirk. Appreciating his attempt to remain somewhat nonchalant.

Embarrassed you buried your face in your snack bag, attempting to hide your blush. Peeking up through your lashes you saw Dean rub the back of his neck with his right hand, and turn toward the cabinets to retrieve a glass, which he quickly filled up with water from the tap.

“Well, that’s not weird,” said Cas.

Chuckling, Sam agreed. Still looking between the two of you, but deciding to leave the awkward moment for later, he asked, “so why did we need a family meeting?”

“Oh! Jo is having a birthday party this Friday; and we are all invited.” You replied as nonchalantly as possible.

“That’s it?” Asked Dean. “I was in the middle of changing Baby’s oil. This could have waited for later, (y/n).” His voice was gruff and aggravated as he feigned outrage for interrupting his alone time with the classic Impala. To undiscerning ears he would have genuinely sounded angry, but you knew him better than that. He was attempting to save face by making it sound like he had better things to do than stand around the kitchen with you.

Rolling your eyes at him and his weird obsession with his car, you went on. “There’s one catch. It’s a themed party.”

“Huh-uh. No way am I dressing up to attend her birthday party.” Dean said adamantly.

“Okay, first of all, Dean, we all know you’re a closet nerd and secretly love LARPing. This is no different. Second of all, her theme is ‘Modern Fairytales’ so we have to come dressed as a modern interpretation of a fairytale character. Third of all, we are all going in costume. No ifs, ands, or buts.” Sometimes the only way to get through to these three lunk-heads was to put your foot down, hard.

“Dean, she’s right,” Sam agreed with a smothered chuckle, “and it sounds like fun.”

“I’m not sure what any of that means, but I am in as well,” said Cas.

“I’ve already got my costume planned.” You said to Dean, raising your eyebrow.

“Fine.” He replied, unhappily. “I’ll wear a costume. What are you two thinking of going as?” He jerked his chin at Sam and Cas.

“Nope.” You interrupted. “No stealing ideas. No piggybacking. No talking about costumes in general until we are ready to go to her party. Got it?”

“Fine”. All three of them replied at once.

This was going to make for an interesting evening, that was for sure.

——

Friday night finally came around, and you couldn’t deny it—you were pretty excited to see what the boys came up with. You had decided you were going to go as modern Rapunzel, your character being loosely based on the Disney version instead of the original tale. Since she was a sweet, sheltered girl, you thought a modern day version would wear a pretty floral sundress. The dress you chose was a pale pink color, trimmed in lace, with a beautiful pattern of cherry blossoms on the skirt and bodice; a white pair of ballerina flats adorned your feet, and a blonde waist length wig covered up your (y/hc) hair. After you had checked and double checked your outfit, you decided you were still missing something. After you thought for a minute you realized what it was.

Down in the kitchen you were rummaging through the cabinet beside the stove attempting to find the smaller skillet you knew you could carry around for an evening. As you were stooped down digging through the various pots and pans, Dean quietly walked up behind you, unbeknownst to you. “Let me guess, Cinderella?”

You raised up abruptly smacking the back of your head against the cabinet opening. “Son of a bitch,” you groaned as you retreated from the storage space with your pan. “No I’m not Cinderella,” you said rubbing the goose egg forming on the top of your skull. “And what is it with you always sneaking up on me?”

“What can I say,” he shrugged. “I’m silent but deadly.”

“You know you just compared yourself to a fart, right,” you asked as you turned around.

While he was silently contemplative, mouth gaping like a fish as he remembered the conversation and attempted to come up with a retort to explain it away, you got a look at him in his costume. Dark wash, nearly black jeans adorned his beautiful bow legs. He wore a dark maroon shirt, untucked, with the top two buttons unfastened and covered by a black leather jacket. His dark emerald eyes were rimmed in a line of kohl, and a ruby earring adorned his left ear. On his left hand, was a shiny silver hook with a black leather cuff; his trusty Colt 1911 strapped into a shoulder holster in lieu of a sword. The breath caught in your throat as you took in how attractively badass he looked.

Giving up on his internal dialogue, he asked, “Alright, Blondie, who are you supposed to be, then?” His words broke through the mental fog brought on by his presence.

“Rapunzel. Obviously.” You said as you brandished your frying pan at him.

“Gesundheit.”

“Smart ass.” You rolled your eyes. It’s a wonder they haven’t become stuck in the back of your head. “Where is your brother and Clarence, hmm?” You asked affectionately using Meg’s nickname for Cas; as the words left your lips you heard Sam and Cas arguing as they approached the kitchen doorway.

“Cas, I don’t think you understand the theme here,” Sam was finishing as they entered the room.

“You explained it to me and now I understand perfectly,” he began, “we are supposed to dress as modern interpretations of fairytale characters.” He looked between the three of you. “Dean is obviously Captain Hook, (y/n) is Cinderella, you are Prince Eric, and I am Aladdin.”

Sam facepalmed, and you spoke up, “Umm, I’m actually Rapunzel, Cas.” He looked at you confused, so you didn’t bother to elaborate on the finer points of fairytale/Disney lore. “How are you dressed like Aladdin?”

“Aladdin was a street urchin who stole in order to feed himself and his primate friend Abu. Street urchins today look like anyone else, just like he resembled the people surrounding him. Thus, by wearing my usual attire, I am Aladdin.” He grinned in self-satisfaction.

Your eyes became wide, a retort on the tip of your tongue, when you locked eyes with Dean; his expression telling you explaining things to Cas would take more time and energy than it was really worth. You let the subject drop. Looking over at Sam you realized he pulled off a great modern rendition of Prince Eric. He had on salmon colored shorts that fell a couple inches above the knee, boat shoes, a white oxford button down with the sleeves rolled up, and a navy colored sweater tied across his shoulders. A pair of Ray-bans covered his eyes and a captain’s hat sat atop his luscious mane of hair. Around his neck hung a sign with the words, “Have you seen Ariel,” written on it. You stifled a giggle, “nice costume there Sam.”

He grinned in thanks.

“Well, then. Should we blow this popsicle joint?” Dean asked with reluctance.

[a-winchester-fairytale]

Left Behind

Summary:  You make a choice that leaves you stuck in Apocalypse world.  When your brothers find a way to come back for you, they are surprised to find that you are no longer the same innocent little girl they remember.

SisterReader, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Ketch, Charlie, Jack

Word Count: 2,207

A/N: This was written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Rapunzel's Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge.  My prompt was "No! You were wrong about the world and you were wrong about me!" and it is in bold below.

There are some similarities to the episode, but it doesn't match up exactly.  Please feel free to let me know what you think! 

“Charlie and Ketch are still out there.”  You said, staring off in the direction of the storm.  The wind started picking up, blowing the trees around you and you glanced over your shoulder at Dean’s concerned face. 

“We don’t have much time; the door is closing.”  Dean said, but you took a step back away from him.  “We have Gabriel with us now, we can come back for them.”

“Something is wrong, Dean.  They should have been here already.  I’m going to go find them.”  You told him, but he shook his head forcefully.

“This world is too dangerous and you will only get yourself killed.  Now, come on!”  Dean argued, waving his arm for you to step through the door, back to the bunker before him. 

“I’m not leaving without them!”  You shouted against the wind.  He reached for you, but instead you pushed back, forcing him through the door.  You could barely hear him call out as it faded closed.

6 months Later…..

You stepped from your tent, sliding your angel blade into your boot and pulling the hair from your eyes into a makeshift ponytail.  When you heard the horn blow, signaling that someone was coming into the camp, you assumed it was the scouts you sent out a week ago to check another encampment for Charlie.  They were due back today, although you expected it to be much later in the afternoon.

“Y/N, come quick.  You will never believe who it is.”  Jack exclaimed running toward you and waving enthusiastically.  You laughed and picked up the pace, trotting behind him.  By the time you reached the gates, there was already quite a crowd.

“I’m looking for Bobby Singer.”  You heard a familiar voice say to the rifleman guarding the camp.  Unable to believe your ears, you pushed your way through the gathering until you stood only a few feet from your brothers.

“Dean!  Sam!”  You exclaimed, ignoring the rifleman and running out to meet them.

“Y/N?”  Dean asked in disbelief, hardly recognizing you.  By the time you reached them, they had slowly lowered his hands in sync with the lowering of the guns pointed in their direction.  “It’s so good to see you kid.”  Dean whispered as he hugged you tightly.

“You’re really okay?”  Sam asked as you hugged him and you nodded against his shoulder.

“I’m so happy to see you both.  Come on, I’ve got so much to tell you.”  You said, leading them into the camp.

You gave them both a chance to get settled and cleaned up in Bobby’s bunkhouse before they came into the meeting house.  It was really just a shack that was used to serve meals and plan raids, but everyone had been calling it the meeting house for longer than you had been in camp.  They joined Jack and Bobby at the main table and you set bowls of stew down for them to eat before joining them.

“So Ketch and Charlie got separated.  We managed to get Ketch back and he is in the infirmary now.”  Bobby was explaining.

“He had severe malnutrition and was badly beaten, but he said they were keeping Charlie alive for ransom and that’s why they took her elsewhere.  We sent scouts to follow the trail and report back.”  You added. 

“You said they want to use her for ransom?”  Sam asked, and Bobby nodded.  “For what?” 

“For me.”  Jack answered for Bobby, ducking his head in guilt.  You reached out and put your hand over his which raised an eyebrow with Dean.

“That’s not going to happen, Jack.  We will find her first.” You said, reassuring.  Jack glanced up at you and smiled.  It was obvious that he believed you, although you never could understand why he did so unquestionably.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the horn sounded to announce the return of the scouts.  They were ushered into the infirmary tent where you all went to meet with them.

+++

“Charlie is there, and still alive as of two days ago.”  Eric, the lead scout, confirmed.  “We counted 12 men, at least 3 of them are angels.”

“Any sign of Michael?”  Bobby asked.

“None.  We think he was there a week ago, but by the time we got there, he had moved on.”  Another replied.

“We better take advantage of his absence.  Boys, I know you just got here from several days on the road, but we could use your help.”  Bobby asked, turning to Sam and Dean.

“Absolutely, Bobby.”  Sam volunteered.

“Yeah, Bobby.  Anything you need.”  Dean added.

 “I feel as though I should be going with you.”  Ketch said, struggling to hide how much pain he was in.

“You’re not well enough, Ketch.”  Sam told him.

“He’s right.  Besides, someone has to stay here and make sure these people are safe.”  You told him.  Although he knew you were saying that to save his pride, Ketch agreed.

“Okay, little Winchester.”  Ketch said, playfully using his old nickname for you.  “Please be careful.”  He added. 

“I will.  I promise.”  You replied.  “When we come back, everyone should be ready to head for the door.  We won’t have much time.” 

 “You’re not going!  You are staying here at camp.”  Dean told you forcefully.

“No!  You were wrong about this world and you were wrong about me.”  You argued.  Dean retracted at your outburst and you took advantage of his shock.  “I have been here for 6 months fighting alongside these people and you don’t get to just show up and treat me like a child.  I stopped being a child a long time ago.”

Without another word, you stormed out of the infirmary and back to your tent to start gathering your things. 

“She’s right, Dean.  She is the best fighter we have, and I am sure we all have you and Sam to thank for that.  You trained her well.”  Bobby said.  You saw Dean’s demeanor change, and he nodded in surrender.  Even though Bobby was different from the one you all remembered, Dean still respected his opinion just as much.

“Ok, so we meet back here in 20 minutes then.”  Jack said and the group marched to their tents to grab what little weapons and ammunition they could gather.

You had been so elated to see your brothers, having missed them terribly.  It had been less than two hours and already you could feel your blood boiling.  You had always resented the way they treated you like a child back at the bunker.  You weren’t about to let them start doing that here too.

You were throwing an extra angel blade in your backpack when Dean stepped into the tent.  You paused, bracing yourself for another argument, but that didn’t come.  Instead he sat quietly down on the edge of the cot.

“I’m sorry.”  He muttered before looking up at your astounded face.  “I just don’t want to lose you.  This last 6 months has been so hard on Sam and me, trying to find a way to come back here for you.  Now that I’m here, I can’t help but want to protect you.”  He explained calmly.  You sighed and knelt down in front of him.

“I know that, and I’m sorry too.  Staying here the way I did was reckless and impulsive.”  You admitted and Dean chuckled.

“Well, you wouldn’t be a Winchester if you weren’t a little reckless and impulsive” He teased.

“Ready?”  Sam asked, poking his head in the tent.  You nodded and pushed yourself up, slinging your bag over your shoulder as the three of you moved to join Bobby, Jack, and 3 others from camp.

+++

It took a couple of days to march to the angel encampment, but you crossed it with relative ease.  A couple of times you all ran into a rouge angel or two, but they were outnumbered and with Jack along, they were defeated with minimal effort.  Before long, you were hiding in the brush peaking around some rusty tanks to get a look at the encampment.

“Look, I can see Charlie through that window.”  Sam told you, gesturing to a small metal storage building on the opposite end.

“We could sure use those trucks.”  You whispered, pointing to the two large army trucks parked near the far gates.  You knew that with vehicles like that, you could get your entire group to the door to the bunker sooner than on foot.  “Jack, think you can create a distraction?”  You asked and he nodded. 

“Dean and I will head for those trucks.  It will split that group in half and make them easier to fight.”  Bobby said, realizing where you were going with that question.

“Perfect.  We will meet you there.”  You said, starting to get up before Dean grabbed your arm.

“Where are you going?”  He asked, more concerned than angry.

“Sam and I are going to sneak into the back door and get Charlie.”  You answered, ignoring the surprised head jerk from your other brother.  Dean glanced at Sam and he shrugged, grinning at how much you had changed.

Although most of the others drew the attention away from the building, you did have to fight three of Michael’s followers to get through the doors.  Dean didn’t fail to notice the way you fought.  He couldn’t help but be proud to see all the techniques you had picked up from mimicking him and Sam over the years.  He grinned and shook his head, feeling pride at his little sister for a moment until an angel headed his direction and he was forced to change his focus.  By the time he defeated the angel and turned around, you and Sam were already inside.

“What are you doing here?”  Charlie asked as soon as she saw you.

“What does it look like?”  You asked sarcastically while you untied her ankles.   She smiled, glancing back at Sam who was undoing the binds holding her hands hostage. 

“Thanks”  She said to the both of you, rubbing her wrists.  Sam couldn’t stop himself.  Once she was free, he grabbed Charlie and pulled her close for a hug. 

“Charlie…meet my brother Sam.”  You said as she looked at you, slightly confused.  Your tone reminded Sam that this was different than seeing the Charlie that had died at the hands of the Thoule.

“Sorry.”  He said weakly, releasing her.  Charlie just nodded, learning to get used to this ‘other world’ stuff.  You heard a loud rumbling and smiled.

“What is that?”  Charlie asked.

“Sounds like Dean and Bobby got the trucks.”  Sam answered.  The three of you ran out of the building and watched as the trucks pushed the gates down. 

“Come on!”  Jack encouraged, sticking his head out of the back of the closest one.  With a quick glance between you, Charlie ran for the truck with you and Sam at her heels. 

With a quick hand up, you made it in the back and rode the rest of the way back to camp and a cheering group of refugees.  The guys managed to get everyone loaded into the backs of the trucks and, once everyone was safely aboard, you jumped in the front of the truck between your brothers.

“You were right.”  Dean told you once the door was in sight.

“Right about what?”  You asked.

“You aren’t a kid anymore.”  He answered.  “I’m proud of you.”  He added, pulling you into a hug.

“We both are.”  Sam echoed and you beamed.  As much as you tried to fight for your independence, having their approval was all you ever wanted.

Ketch and Charlie led the way through the door, followed by a reluctant Bobby.  The rest of you stayed and guided the remainder of the refugees through until it was the three of you with Jack.

“I hate leaving Michael out there.  Lots of people are still under his rule and they don’t have anyone else to help them.”  Jack admitted, looking out into the wilderness.

“We will come back.  I promise.”  Sam told him, placing a hand on his shoulder.  Jack nodded.  He knew that the best bet was to regroup and come back when they were better prepared to battle with the archangel.  He turned and stepped through the door.  “See you on the other side.”  Sam said and followed behind Jack.

“Ready to go back?  I know this place has been home for a long time.”  Dean asked you, knowing what it felt like to be in a world where you found yourself.  He had done the same in Purgatory and as much as he wanted to go home, he appreciated the primal feeling he had there.

“Dean, this place was just where I stayed.  No place could ever be home to me unless I could be with my family.”  You told him honestly.  “No amount of time could change that.”

He smiled and you could have sworn you saw him tear up for a moment.  Instead, he put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the hair on the top of your head like he used to do when you were little.  You rested your arm around him and the two of you walked through the door together just before it faded closed.

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Feels Like Home

Prompt: “Oh, now they’re just being mean.”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 3,016

Warnings: Fluff, angst, torture, (the real torture is the lack of pie), canon violence, blood, death (no main characters), and language. 

A/N: Written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess ‘s Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challange. Unbeta’d so all mistakes are my own. Had a lot of fun writing this & hope you all enjoy! 

You watch the cookie cutter houses whiz by from the backseat of the Impala. Perfectly manicured lawns lead up to cape cod after cape cod, undoubtedly housing the suburban family of four. The father working a nine to five. The mother running errands in the minivan, while the kids are off at school learning about planets and multiplication tables.

How you longed for that type of apple pie life. To have a normal home surrounded by the people you love. Well, minus the minivan. Hunting since you were old enough to use a knife proved that this life would never belong to you. No matter how hard you tried.

It was fruitless to harbor such desires, yet every time you found yourself working a case in the suburbs the traitorous thoughts crept back in; your loving husband engulfing you in his arms as you watch your two little munchkins run around the front yard.

You sigh and turn away, the sight of what you’ll never have too much to bear. You have it pretty good already, working with two of the best hunters in the business. You could be doing this all alone. The memory of that wretched night your parents lost their lives resurfaces. The way the wind howled through the Impala windows as if the world too was mourning the loss of your parents.

You glance up front to the boys, thankful that they had shown up that night and plucked you from death’s grasp. Parentless and eighteen, you had assured the boys you’d be fine hunting on your own. You had been raised accordingly after all, if the situation presented itself. But Dean insisted you stay with them, at least until you got back on your feet.

Three years later and here you are still working cases with the Winchesters, fitting right in with their usual antics and strange love of pie. You’d grown to love the boys, some more than others...

The slow purr of the Impala comes to a halt as you pull up outside of a dingy American diner and make your way inside. Sports clippings and memorabilia of the local teams line the walls, drowning out the loud eighties wallpaper. “At least it's not wood paneling this time,” you snark.

Dean rolls his eyes while walking to the far corner of the diner and slides across the brown vinyl booth. You sit across from Dean, Sam plopping down beside you. A waitress in her mid-twenties approaches the booth, her eyes raking Dean’s body, and takes your orders. Coffees all around, two cheeseburgers, a turkey wrap, and three slices of “sweet, cherry pie.” Sam shoots Dean his classic bitch face at the stupid line.

You anxiously await the arrival of your burger, tensions high as the case you were working had proven to be more challenging than expected. Several people were found dead in their homes with a barrage of various injuries. Some drained of blood, heart torn out, incisions in the back of their skull, the works. When visiting the victims’ homes, everyone gave the same response. “Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” After the third attempt, Sam’s suggestion to retire for the night was met with open arms.

“So what are we thinking? Werewolf, djinn, wraith?” Dean asks, before taking a gulp of his coffee, allowing a few droplets to escape the mug and run down his chin. You instinctively reach out to wipe his face, but catch yourself and not-so-casually run your hand through your hair. You watch as the coffee slowly slides down his face, impeded by his two day's worth of scruff. You snort as it rounds his chin and slips out of sight, Dean all the while oblivious. “Kitsune?” he questions, his eyes alive with excitement, taking your snort as a sound of demurral.

“No, Dean, you have something on your,” you laugh, motioning to your chin. His brows tilt in as he splays a hand across his chin, the sticky liquid coating his fingers. He smiles his thanks and hastily wipes his chin, a light blush filling his cheeks.

“Really, Dean?” Sam chides. “You can’t eat like a normal human being for five minutes?”

“At least I eat normal human food. Unlike that rabbit feed you love so much.” Dean retorts and raises his palm to you, which you gladly slap. Sam turns to you and clutches his chest, his mouth gasping in faux shock. You shrug your shoulders and flash him your best innocent smile.

The waitress returns, places your dishes appropriately, and before leaving turns to Dean and leans over the table, her boobs struggling to bust out of the v-neck uniform. 

“Honey, we’re all outta pie, but I can bring whatever dessert we have in the back. On the house,” she whispers in his ear, Dean’s eyes flickering to her exposed cleavage all the while. He licks his lips and groans, satisfied with his dessert options. His eyes remain glued to the waitress’ swaying hips as she saunters off to the kitchen.

You glower at Dean, green clouding your vision. How he throws himself at anything with breasts infuriates you. Well, nearly anything seeing as how he has yet to make a move on you, despite your constant efforts. You’d think that eventually he’d be rejected by one of these bimbos. You pinch the bridge of your nose trying to reign in your anger. The waitress was just playfully flirting, and what Dean and Cheryll do on their own time is none of your business. She wouldn’t be the first, and she surely won’t be the last.  

Your stomach churning, you push your burger towards the center of the table, the image of Dean slamming into another woman stealing your appetite. Sam sends a sympathetic glance your way and clears his throat bringing you and Dean back to reality.

A seductive grin spreads across Dean’s lips as his gaze sets on the juicy burger before him. He slaps his hands together and grabs the sandwich saying, “Come to daddy.” He engulfs the burger, fitting as much as he can into his mouth. Moans of pleasure sound in between bites, the savory taste of grease, carbs, and cheese flooding his brain with serotonin.

“That’s what he said,” you retort under your breath. Sam chuckles and rolls his eyes at your crude humor. You raise your palm to him requesting a high five, which he reluctantly returns. Dean in a food trance, ignores your jibes and now nearly finished with his burger, greedily eyes your untouched plate.

“Gonna eat that?” He asks, reaching to grab the rim of the plate. You quickly slap his hand away and pull the plate towards you.

“Don’t touch my food, Winchester,” you warn. He raises his hands in surrender and the waitress returns with a piece of cake. She winks and slips the receipt, her number scrawled across the back in purple ink, into Dean’s breast pocket before walking off. Waitresses.

You roll your eyes and quickly glance at the dessert before turning away. That’s weird, a carrot’s iced on Dean’s cake…

“Wait, Dean, I think-” you stammer as Dean shovels a bite into his mouth. The light slowly fades from his eyes, his nose scrunched in distaste as he hastily spits the dessert into a napkin.

“The hell kind of cake is this?!” Dean protests, and takes a large gulp of water trying to wash the awful taste out of his mouth.

“Carrot,” Sam chimes, smothering the chuckle that threatens to escape his lips.

“Who puts vegetables in cake?”  Dean yells as he rummages his pockets and throws money onto the table. “Come on, we’re leaving this shit hole.” Dean strides across the diner, making no sign of acknowledging the waving waitress at the end of the counter, and throws the doors open wide as he exits. Sam follows shortly thereafter leaving you alone in the booth.

The loud roar of the Impala soon resonates throughout the small diner. Knowing full well a pissed Dean would leave you here, you hastily wrap your burger in a napkin, grab a handful of fries, and race out the door. 

“Bye,” you giggle, batting your eyelashes furiously as you wiggle your fingers at Cheryll. As soon as you enter the Impala Dean speeds out of the lot, not even bothering to wait for you to close the door.

A scowl rests upon Dean’s face as he drives towards a motel still disgruntled from the dessert catastrophe. It was bad enough they were out of pie, but vegetables in the cake? Unforgivable.

And that waitress who couldn’t keep from throwing herself at him? Dean scoffs at the thought and crumples the receipt in his pocket to throw on the floor of the car. It had been a while since he had gotten laid, but he sure wasn’t that desperate. Besides. Dean glances at you in the rearview mirror munching away on a cheeseburger. There was someone worth waiting for...but not forever, you know. A man has needs.

A playful smile tugs at the corner of Dean’s lips as you come upon the motel. His sour mood from earlier slowly dissipating as one of his favorite parts of working a case soon awaits. Dean pulls into the only available spot and parks in front of room seventeen. The only benefit to checking into motels at the last minute was the lack of rooms. He’d almost always find some excuse for you to bunk with him saying things like, “You know Sam really spreads out once his face hits the pillow.”

He just couldn’t help the way being around you made him feel. Lying next to you after a long day’s work, a natural warmth radiating from you to slowly lap against his back, enticing him to wrap you in his arms. Carefully turning ever so slightly not to wake you so he could watch you dream, the slow steady movement of your chest lulling him to sleep. Then somewhere between sleep and consciousness he’d scoot closer, slip his arms around your waist, and pull you to his chest, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.

Your warmth would spread throughout his body, encompassing his heart in a protective ball of warmth, safety, and lavender. This is what kept him fighting. What enabled him to go out and hunt monsters every day not knowing whether there would be another. But the feeling of holding you in his arms washed away every fear, worry, and doubt that coursed through him. You kept him fighting. You kept him alive.

Of course, he would never admit this to your face. How could he? Aside from the usual flirtatious banter, you’ve shown no interest in him; walking away every time you’d go out drinking after a case, leaving him to settle for whatever bimbo approached him next. Dean could take the fear of rejection, that was no issue. The thought of losing your friendship, your company, is what shattered his bravado to pieces. For Dean was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

Come morning, every morning, Dean would reluctantly leave the bed to retrieve coffee and breakfast, blaming his actions on his subconscious liking to cuddle with whatever lies next to him upon your inquiries later that day. The clockwork routine always left Dean with the desire for more. More time with you wrapped in his arms. More moments alone with you. More than just a friendship.

“Dean, you okay?” You ask him through the driver’s window. “You seem out of it.” Dean closes his eyes and slowly rubs his forehead as if massaging his brain.

“Yeah, uhh-” he gazes at your face examining each feature. For a split second, you could have sworn his eyes sparkled, adoration filling his features before his usual hard mask of sarcasm and one-liners returned.

“Withdrawal’s a bitch,” he finishes. “Haven’t had a beer or decent slice of pie all day.” You nod your head lowering your gaze, wishing the glint in his eyes would return. It suited him. “We should probably get the bags out of the back.”

“While you were busy daydreaming, I went and unloaded the car,” you tease and back up to let him out of the Impala, sending your arms out to display the duffel bags hanging from your shoulders. Dean purses his lips and walks towards you, an eyebrow questioningly raised at your defiant tone. He closes the distance between you and stares you down.

“Not that daydreaming isn’t productive,” you hedge, and take a few steps back. Dean follows never allowing more than two steps to lie between you. “In this line of work, it’s pretty much the closest we’ll ever come to happiness.” 

You stop and look up into his emerald green eyes. Your heart flutters as you get lost swimming in his deep forest pools. “So, dream on,” you murmur, your once witty remark lost in the depth of his stare. A playful smirk spreads across his lips, and you hurriedly avert your eyes.

“Y/n, I-”

You wave your hands and sigh heavily cutting Dean off. “I know, I know. No chick flick moments. You’ve only told me a million times,” you laugh pointedly, looking down at your sneakers. Dean scoffs, the playful smirk replaced by one Sisyphean in nature.

“Right,” he mutters and stares across the lot, his mind once again lost in creating endless possibilities that will never be. He clears his throat and watches his brother return with your room keys. “Well, which one are we Sammy?”

“Seventeen. Y/n, you’re in twenty-four,” Sam says, tossing you a key.

“Go figure,” Dean grumbles under his breath and grabs his duffel bag from your shoulder. When he finally starts looking forward to lying next to you Sam has to go and get two rooms.  

“You can have the single if you want,” you say holding the key out to Dean, your eyes meeting his. “I’ll room with Sam.” Your gaze lingers for a moment longer trying to decipher what lies behind those emerald irises.

“Don’t mind if I do.” His calloused fingers brush yours as he plucks the key from your grasp. “Could use the alone time, if you know what I mean.” He winks and saunters off to his room. You shake your head at his antics and watch as he sashays away.

“No, I get it Winchester,” you holler after him. “Gotta make time to pamper yourself. Maybe take a nice bubble bath. Relax.” He stops dead in his tracks and spins, fire raging behind his eyes. He storms over, a stern finger pointed at you, and leans close bringing his eyes level with yours.

“That was one time!” he snarls, “And you swore you’d never say a word.” You bite your lip as the memory bubbles to the surface.

A few days had passed since your last hunt, and nothing was sticking out in the papers. You had made a collective decision to take a break for awhile and rest up before the next end of the world. After binge-watching Netflix with Sam, you headed to the bathroom to take a shower. You padded along down the halls of the bunker and mindlessly opened the bathroom door to find Dean stretched out in the clawfoot tub you had the boys install.

Scents of lavender, cherry blossoms, and vanilla filled the small room. The few candles you kept near the tub were lit. The flickering light casting a warm glow across Dean’s face as he lays surrounded by mountains of bubbles, his feet poking out of the soapy range to rest atop the tub edge. A shit-eating grin unfurls across your lips, knowing you were never going to let him live this down. You let him relax for a moment longer, examining the calm expression set upon his features before teasing him. 

“Nice, isn’t it?” you ask. His eyes shoot open at the sound of your voice, his feet slipping back into the tub as he instinctually covers himself.

“No,” he scoffs. “I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” You hum your skepticism and continue to the pile of bath bottles littered on the floor. You pick one up and examine what little contents remain.

“Please tell me you didn’t use all my bubble bath,” you sigh.

“They all smelled so good, okay. But look, I’ll buy you new ones as long as you don’t speak a word of this to Sam.” You weigh your options and decide fooling him into buying you expensive body wash is worth its weight in embarrassment.

“Fine,” you sigh, walking to the tub and extend your hand in truce. He pulls his hand from the water and shakes yours, droplets of warm water running from his hand to yours and down your forearm.

“Care to join me?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows. You release his hand, rolling your eyes, and exit the bathroom.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

The sting from your teeth digging into your bottom lip snaps you back to reality. You stare back at him, unrelenting. “I swear a lot, Dean. Are you sure about that?”

“I’m sure you enjoyed the view of me naked in a bathtub,” he purrs in your ear. “Each bubble slowly popping to expose a big-”

“Don’t push your luck, Winchester,” you tease, playfully slapping his arm a few times. “You’re gonna need it.” You turn and walk with Sam to your room.

You were going to miss curling up beside Dean. It seemed to calm your nerves and make the stress of hunting somewhat bearable. Plus you liked the way his chest felt pressed to yours, but good god you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Maybe I should have been the one to bunk alone after the moment you two had back there,” Sam laughs. “You seriously need to get a room already.”

“Shut it, Sammy,” you grumble and plop your bag down on the bed.

Read Part Two here

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Hi Ash! Can I have #14 with Dean? If that’s taken can I have #15 with Dean?

14 it is! Can’t wait to see what you come up with, Mimi!

[lizzylucky]

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Contents Below The Cut: About Me, Other Blogs I Run, Fandoms, Blorbos, Tag List (TBD), Other Media Platforms (TBD)

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About Me (sorry, 'tis a lot):

Hi! My name is Elizabeth. I have many (MANY) nicknames, but the one I usually go by online is Lizzy.

I am a heterosexual, cis-gendered female, who prefers she/her pronouns. I'll be 22 on June 1st this year ('22)!

I'm an aspiring... Everything, really. Author/Actor/Poet/Artist/Animator/Singer/Interior Architect/Dancer?/Seamstress/Pet Keeper..... I just love to create and share!!

I consider myself an ally. I'm not perfect, not a reliable source of LGBT+ info, and have lots to learn. Regardless, I will NEVER judge you for your gender, sexual orientation, attraction, age, gender, race, circumstance, or opinion. I also will never force MY perceptions on you. I will ALWAYS respect your preferred pronouns to the best of my ability, and will always respect your opinions even when I disagree You are safe to be yourself with me, and if I ever do or say something harmful or misinformative, you have my permission, nay, my encouragement, to call me out, educate me, ask I delete or alter something, or contact me privately. I will do everything I can to be a neutral grounds, and all inclusive; THIS IS A PROMISE.

I am neurodivergent and mentally ill; diagnosed with Autism and Acute Anxiety, have had two medical professionals agree I have Clinical Depression, ADHD, OCD, and PTSD, and I personally believe I have Executive Function Disorder, too. Again, I'm not a perfect source of information, but I'm knowledgeable enough; and open-minded. To reiterate, if you have any of these or similar, YOU ARE SAFE HERE. You can stim, vent, rant or info dump; I will be THRILLED to be a part or listen; because this is exactly what I am like in real life. You never have to apologize for anything "weird" or "quirky", or for "being depressing", or having a lot to say or repeatedly interacting or flooding my inbox or always focusing on the same topics- Never.

Other Blogs I run:

Lizart Central, @lizart-central This is where you can find ALL my art. And just art! It's a semi-new-ish blog, so it won't have art older than a couple years. Take a look!

The Story Of Officially, @thestoryof-officially This started as a 365 writing prompts challenge. I decided to try doing it every year, too, but never once completed the challenge. It's been inactive for a while, but I intent to pick it back up again soon.

Perler Pattern Mania, @moonstonedragon This blog is purposed entirely to perler bead patterns and projects! It is... VERY old, and has been inactive for a long time. There's not tons of content, but feel free to check it out!

Fandoms

Cartoons -- Ninjago, She-Ra, DuckTales, Danny Phantom, Gravity Falls, My Little Pony, Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure, Tales of Arcadia, Avatar The Last Airbender, The Dragon Prince, Big Mouth/Human Resources, Invader Zim, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Far-Fetched

Anime -- Digimon Adventure/02/Tri, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Miraculous Ladybug, Ghost Hunt, This Art Club Has A Problem/There's A Problem With This Art Club, Ouran High School Host Club

Shows -- Dr Who, Supernatural, The Haunting of Hill House, The Haunting of Bly Manor, Agent Carter, DareDevil, Agents of Shield, Jessica Jones, Loki

Movies -- Almost everything Disney, Marvel, DreamWorks, Pixar; also love Harry Potter (please note that I no longer make purchases related to or share/create/interact with content for this series). Soft spots for: Encanto, The Bad Guys, The Ice Age Series, Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus, Coraline, Corpse Bride

Web Comics -- LINKED UNIVERSE LINKED UNIVERSE LINKED UNIVERSE LINKED UNIVERSE, Room of Swords, Lore Olympus, Castle Swimmer, Not Even Bones

Video Games -- Legend of Zelda Series, Harvest Moon: The Tale of Two Towns, Sonic and All-stars Racing Transformed, Mario Kart, Luigi's Mansion

I can promise you there are a LOT I haven't even mentioned, feel free to ask about it!

(Current) Blorbos

FOUR FROM LINKED UNIVERSE. FOUR. FOUR FOUR FOUR FOUR!!!!!! THE BOY. HERO OF THE FOUR SWORD. HERO OF MEN/LIGHT/MINISH/ETC. FOURRRRRRRRRRFHDDJCHDICHKSKSHSO

Mr Wolf (The Bad Guys)

Danny Phantom (Duh)

Loki (MCU)

Zane (Ninjago)

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug)

Princess Luna (MLP)

Hades,Persephone (Lore Olympus)

Gyrus (Room of Swords)

Tag List -- TBD

Other Media Platforms -- TBD

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Dean Winchester Masterlist

This includes all variations of Dean I’ve written, including:

AU!Dean College!Dean

ONE SHOTS

Keep Going Sweetheart

Reader keeps Demon!Dean occupied until Sam can catch up and they can trap him.

Demon!Dean x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Vampire Smile

Reader is reunited with a past boyfriend, Dean. Inspired by Kyla La Grange’s song “Vampire Smile”.

Dean x Fem!Vamp Reader (Angst)

Is That Supposed to Impress Me?

Written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess ‘ #Rapunzel’s Tangled Up with Supernatural Challenge. My prompt was the quote, “ “The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it.”

College!Dean x Fem!Reader

DRABBLES

You’re On (Dean x Fem!Reader)

Barbie and Ken (Dean x Fem!Reader)

Blankets and Coffee (Dean x Fem!Reader)

[hobbitkiller]

She-Ra, Supergirl, and Tangled: A Tale of Three Female Relationships: Part 1

*Spoiler warning for SPOP, Supergirl, and Tangled:TS*

As of right now, three of my favorite pieces of media are She-Ra and the Princesses of Power on Netflix, Supergirl  on CW, and Tangled: The Series/Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure on wherever you can beg, borrow, or steal it ‘cause Disney Channel is the worst and only the first two seasons are on Disney+. 

All three of these shows are lead by strong, supernaturally/superpowerfully gifted blonde female characters whose destiny is to save the world. They also heavily feature a close friendship between said main character and a female “best friend” (Adora/Catra, Kara/Lena, Rapunzel/Cassandra) that have a lot of shippable chemistry. 

All three of these relationships also become toxic during the run of the show. (Like, try to kill each other/take over the world/mind control the human race level toxic).

So, if you’d like to come along with me, I thought I’d break down the similarities and differences between these relationships and why I find some more compelling than others. This will be a multi-part thing, ‘cause I have a lot to say.

For today’s installment, I’m going to break one of the cardinal rules of literary analysis: assume they’ve read/seen it. So, I’m gonna do a little book-reportesque summarizing, because I don’t know who’s seen all three of these shows.

PART I: BEGINNINGS

Let’s start by looking at where these relationships stand at the beginning of each show.

Adora and Catra

Adora and Catra grew up together as child soldiers for something called “The Horde” (or the “Evil Horde” to the rebellion). Growing up, they were taught that the Horde was a force for good and order and were trained to help take down the Princess Rebellion. Adora and Catra were raised by the Horde’s second in command, Shadow Weaver, who made no secret that Adora was her favorite and that she thought Catra was worthless. One day, Adora, who was recently promoted to Force Captain, commandeers a skiff to help cheer up Catra who was upset that Adora was going out into the field without her.

While out in the “Whispering Woods,” Adora gets knocked off the skiff and has a vision of a sword. Later that night, she asks Catra to cover for her so she can go back to find the sword. She finds the sword as well as two members of the Rebellion, Bow and Glimmer. The rebels capture Adora, but, through spending time with them and seeing the Horde attack a defenseless town, Adora realizes she’s been on the wrong side of the war. 

Also, the sword can turn her into an 8 foot magical princess warrior called “She-Ra.”

During the attack on the town, Adora helps the townspeople only to discover that Catra is part of the attack. Adora asks Catra to come to the Rebellion with her now that she’s realized they’ve been fed lies their whole lives. Catra’s response is basically, “No, duh. Of course they lied. That’s what the Horde does.”

The two go their separate ways, Adora joins the “good guys” in the rebellion and Catra goes back to the Horde where she is given Adora’s promotion.

Kara and Lena

This relationship doesn’t start until the second season. A bomb is planted on a plane/spaceship hybrid thing called the “Venture.” Kara (Supergirl) and Clark (Superman, obvs) go talk to Lena about it because she had conveniently not shown up for the launch. It turns out that the whole explosion was a plot to kill Lena financed by her brother...Lex Luthor.

Lena and Kara immediately have chemistry, and Lena encourages Kara to become a reporter. For the first part of this season, Kara ends up using Lena as a source and for help on both reporter and Supergirl business, and Lena ends up considering Kara her only friend in National City.

The two continue to work together and become closer throughout the show, but Kara holds back from telling Lena her secret identity to the extent that Lena soon becomes the only person in their friend circle who doesn’t know that Kara is Supergirl even though Lena has had many interactions with both.

Rapunzel and Cassandra

Cassandra is an original character made for the Tangled animated series and was not in the Tangled movie. 

After Rapunzel is reunited with her parents at the end of the movie, Cass becomes her Lady in Waiting. (Though the position in the show is more of a hybrid between a historical Lady in Waiting, who was more a member of the court and personal assistant, and a “Handmaiden,” who’s more of a servant that helps with chores/dressing/etc. The two terms are often used interchangeably in the show.) 

Although Cass resented the job, as her life’s ambition was to become Captain of the Royal Guard like her adoptive father, she and Rapunzel become incredibly close as Cass sees her role as servant, friend, advisor, and protector to the princess who had lived in a tower most of her life.

On the day of Rapunzel’s coronation, Rapunzel becomes overwhelmed by her new responsibilities, the thought of being stuck in a castle her whole life, and Eugene (Flynn) proposing at one of the worst possible times. Cass sneaks her out for a night of freedom and shows her some mysterious black rocks that had grown around the site where the magic flower that gave Rapunzel her magic hair used to grow. When Rapunzel touches the rocks, her hair magically returns (but is now indestructible and can no longer heal).

Cassandra, Rapunzel, and Eugene attempt throughout the series to discover the origin of these rocks which are slowly destroying the kingdom and how to stop them.

PART II: WHERE IT WENT WRONG

So, we have three incredibly close female relationships in these shows, but they all go very, very wrong at some point. What happened to these characters?

Adora and Catra

This relationship was antagonistic from the very beginning of the show wherein Adora and Catra were set up as foils. This is interesting in one respect because this is, by far, the longest relationship out of the three, and yet we only get to see flashes of the positive parts of their relationship.

After Adora leaves the Horde, Catra is conflicted, and clearly wants her back for much of Season 1, but the toxicity and darkness of this relationship is written into the DNA of the show and is prominently displayed in the opening credits (at least for 1-4). (For any who don’t know, Catra’s the one that looks like a cat-person)

Catra is clearly placed on the “villains” side from the very beginning. (Though, if you watch enough She-Ra, you realize there’s a whole lot of moral gray-ness, and basically every villain has some sort of redeeming quality. It’s great.)

So, in this show, we come into this relationship basically at its breaking point.

Kara and Lena

The interesting part of this relationship is that there are really three characters involved, Kara, Lena, and Supergirl. Kara and Lena have a much different relationship than do Lena and Supergirl, which is something Kara occasionally forgets when she wonders why Lena isn’t as nice to or supporting of Supergirl as she is Kara.

Supergirl’s and Lena’s relationship started showing cracks fairly early, with Lena frequently accusing Supergirl of treating her like a villain because her last name is Luthor (to be fair, there is a little bit of justification for this). Things become more tense when Lena continues to do things in secret like experiment with a substance called Harun El in order to try to give people super powers or, the biggest point of contention--Lena finds a way to create Kryptonite and does so secretly without informing the government or Supergirl. Kara is understandably upset that her best friend is making a chemical weapon that makes her feel like “nails are running through her veins,” while Lena doesn’t realize that she has basically made a weapon that specifically targets her best friend and best friend’s cousin, and so doesn’t understand the extra layer of hurt Kara is feeling.

Where things fully come off the rails for both Supergirl’s and Kara’s relationships with Lena is the end of Season 4 when Lex Luthor (whom Lena has just shot in cold blood) reveals that Kara is Supergirl and Lena was the only person who didn’t know.

Lena, who has well established trust issues, sees this as a betrayal and begins working in secret on both her project that she believes will save the world (at the cost of everyone’s free will) and on manipulating and undermining Kara. This gets revealed toward the middle of Season 5 when Lena gives up the pretense of still being Kara’s friend.

Rapunzel and Cassandra 

Some of the cracks in this relationship showed up early in the show, particularly in the episode “Challenge of the Brave” when Cass wanted to prove her worth as a warrior in a competition, only to find, to her horror, that Rapunzel wants to join for fun and is very good at it.

Things really escalated, however, in the second season. Cass feels increasingly disrespected and overshadowed by Rapunzel leading to an argument in which Rapunzel essentially pulls rank on Cassandra, reminder her of her station. Cass sings an amazing sad song about “Waiting in the Wings.”

(Shout out to the amazing Eden Espinosa!! Also, the emotion the animators are able to give Cass *chef’s kiss*)

Things only get worse when, at the end of the episode, Rapunzel chooses to ignore Cass, who thinks she can save them from a possessed tree (yes, a possessed tree) without Rapunzel having to use a dangerous incantation called the “decay spell.” Rapunzel instead does the incantation, which she can’t control, and ends up badly hurting Cassandra’s right hand (more on that later). 

This leads to more resentment that Cass tries to bury. Cass also gets more information not revealed until the beginning of the third season, which leads her to steal the Moonstone, AKA the magical object they had been traveling all season to get to with the hopes that Rapunzel could destroy it to stop the black rocks. 

Cass takes the Moonstone for herself and sings another badass song at the beginning of Season 3.

Okay, the summarizing is pretty much over with. The next installment will include actual analysis and not just summary in the following topics:

“Mother Knows Best”

Chosen Ones

“Little Boxes”

Hope, if anyone read this whole thing, that I will see them there! : ) 

[samsexualdeancurious]

(header by @saxxxology)

Hi, guys! My 23rd birthday is coming up, so I decided now’s as good a time as ever to hold my first ever writing challenge! Plus, the new Mulan film comes out the day before my birthday and I figured, what would be more fun than making it Disney-themed? So here we are. Welcome to Kenzi’s Disney Birthday Challenge!

General guidelines:

18+ Only.

The deadline is March 30th  so I can put the masterlist up by the 31st.

Supernatural is my preferred fandom for this challenge but I wouldn’t say no to anything Marvel or H50.

To sign up, send me an ask with the number of the prompt you want and the fandom you plan to write for (so I can organize my list of participants).

Wordlength: 500-5,000 words (if your fic is more than 500 words, USE THE KEEP READING FEATURE OR I WILL NOT REBLOG IT).

If it follows my Rules for Requests as something I would write, it's something I would read. If you have a question, feel free to shoot me an ask or message!

Prompts:

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Unless we get stuck here, you starve, and I give up.” ~ Olaf, Frozen II

“The greatest gift and honor is having you for a daughter.” - Fa Zhou, Mulan

“I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.” - Meg, Hercules

“Oh, yes, the past can hurt. But you can either run from it or learn from it.” - Rafiki, The Lion King

“The most important thing a girl wears is her confidence.” ~ Cinderella, Cinderella

“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.” ~ The Emperor, Mulan

“Dishonor on you! Dishonor on your cow.” ~ Mushu, Mulan

“Would you like to stay forever?” ~ Grandmother Fa, Mulan

“I’m surrounded by idiots.” ~ Scar, The Lion King

“What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?” ~ Timon, The Lion King

“You’re all way past the beauty sleep thing, trust me.” ~ Mushu, Mulan

“You are a sad, strange little man and you have my pity.” ~ Buzz Lightyear, Toy Story

“Spare me your lies, temptress.” ~ Buzz Lightyear, Toy Story 3

“He touched the butt.” ~ Tad, Finding Nemo

“You know how men are. They think ‘No’ means ‘Yes’ and ‘Get lost’ means ‘Take me, I’m yours.’” ~ Meg, Hercules

“I want to do something for her… but what?” “Well, there’s the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep…” ~ Beast and Cogsworth, Beauty and the Beast

“‘Fear’ is a four-letter word, ladies! You wanna go peepee in your big-boy slacks, keep it to yourself!" ~ Sergeant Calhoun, Wreck-it Ralph

“Well, I’m pleased to tell you that after years and years of asking and asking and asking… I finally said yes.” “Eugene…” “Alright, I asked her.” ~ Flynn/Eugene and Rapunzel, Tangled

“I’m only brave when I have to be. Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble.” ~ Mufasa, The Lion King

“You control your destiny - you don’t need magic to do it. And there are no magical shortcuts to solving your problems.” ~ Merida, Brave

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Tagging my forevers and some friends: @manawhaat @mrswhozeewhatsis @laughing-at-the-darkness @books-and-icecream @tumbler-tidbits @emoryhemsworth @imsuperawkward @onethirstyunicorn @cowandcalf @nihilvanum @tari-aldarion

[claitynroberts]

Captain Hook & Rapunzel

Part 3 of 3 —> Part 1 Part 2

Description: Reader insert; multi part oneshot. The reader has been a member of Team Free Will for a year now. During an unexpected lull in jobs recently, you, Sam, Dean and Cas decide to attend Jo’s themed birthday party. During the events of the night, cards are shown and things definitely take an unexpected turn.

Author’s Note: This fic was written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and her Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge, and it is my first ever reader insert, as well as SPN fanfic. I’ve tried so hard to authentically portray the beautiful characters of the series, but I’m only human so please bear with me! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Contains: angst, some language, fluff, potential bad decisions, physical fighting/violence

Warnings: physical violence, taking advantage of a drunk female (the reader) is mentioned but never acted on thanks to a big muscular hunk ;)

If you find any other triggers that may affect readers please let me know and I’ll add them here

Word Count: 7,106...sorry, it’s so long :D

*This pic isn’t mine, credit to the owners and Google Images

Dean left the two of you at the car while he ran in to grab a couple rooms, but when he came out, he did not look happy. “Well, they only had the one room so it looks like we’re sharing tonight.” He threw a pointed look at you and Cas as you walked into the dilapidated room.

There was a single bed with a nightstand on either side and a dingy comforter adorning the mattress. The sun-faded floral window curtains floated in the breeze of the window A/C unit. You sat down in a worn chair by the small kitchen table and rested your head in your hands. The alcohol had almost released its hold on you, leaving your stomach in knots and your head pounding. All that, combined with the craziness of the bar fight, left you reeling. Dean dumped the bags on the floor at the foot of the bed and sat down, absentmindedly rubbing his knuckles which were still angry looking from making contact with Derek’s face.

“Look, (y/n),” he began, “I’m...sorry...for what happened back there.”

“Dean.” You looked at him without your usual mask, allowing him to see all the emotions you were struggling with cross your face. “Just stop.”

“Stop what?” He asked, a confused look on his face.

You waited a minute and looked over to Cas, who thankfully got the hint. “I’m going to go check on Kevin,” he said awkwardly. “See what progress he has made with the demon tablet.” And with a flutter of wings, he was gone.

“Stop what,” Dean repeated, a soul crushing look hidden in the depths of his eyes.

“Stop whatever this is.” Your voice sounded tired, broken, even to your own ears, as you made a vague all encompassing gesture. “I’m so sick of you dancing along the lines, and not picking a side. You can’t have your cake and eat it too.”

“I don’t know—“

“Yes you do!” You shouted cutting him off, tears forming in your eyes. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Ever since the night you and Sam saved me, you have been hiding or denying your feelings. Months, Dean, it has been months. Either make a fucking move or let me go! I can’t take this limbo hell anymore.” You were sobbing now.

He sat there quietly for a moment, your sniffling and gasping the only sounds in the room. “(Y/n), I care about you, you’re right. But this is not a life you need to live permanently. As soon as we figure out why Crowley wants you—,” he tried but you spoke over him.

“‘As soon as.’ Who the hell knows how long that will actually be. It could be years before we find out why I’m significant to Crowley. And if you expect me to remain with you guys as we figure all this out, something's gotta give.”

“Is this about that douchebag at the bar?” He asked in a dangerous tone, there was a steely edge to it you hadn’t heard often, but it was booming nonetheless.

“No,” you shouted indignantly, but his glare cut through your thin layer of bullshit. “Yes…” you acquiesced. “I don’t see the problem there.”

“Don’t…’don’t see the problem’?” He was aghast. “Really? Because I see major problems. The dude was shitfaced, you were drunk enough to slur your words; there’s no telling what could have happened!” He was standing now, shouting and pacing a path into the carpet. “He could have taken advantage of you.” His voice was deadly quiet, now.

You glared a hole into his soul—figuratively at least. “How is that any different than what you do,” you asked in a small voice, the accusation hanging in the air.

He stopped dead in his tracks and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, resting his face in his hands. After a moment he spoke. “I’m not saying I’m the best dude out there, but I do treat women better than that guy was treating you.” Tears were glistening in his eyes. “I’ve never forced myself on anyone, and I don’t keep buying them drinks so I may take advantage of them.” His voice was gruff, almost breaking.

“Dean, you don’t know he was going to take advantage of me.” You tried, but even your defense sounded thin to your own ears. The truth of the matter is, Dean was right—even if you didn’t want to admit it. More than likely Derek would have taken you back to his place, or maybe just to the parking lot, for a quick hook up. Discarding you and never calling. The idea of being a one night stand made your stomach roil.

“Really, (y/n)? If he wasn’t going to take advantage of your impaired state then I’m the Pope.” Sarcasm tended to be his defense mechanism.

“Dean, you can’t be upset and keep me from moving on with my life, keep me from trying to find love—,”

“‘Keep you from trying to find love.’ Is that what you think I’m doing?” He said angrily. “Because I think I’m trying to protect your ass.”

“Oh, so you’re protecting me, is that it?” You were yelling now. “Being territorial about who I talk to, while you’re out galavanting with any skirt who looks your way, is ‘protecting me’.” You crossed your arms across your chest, trying to hold in your emotions and keep yourself from falling apart. “Flirting with me incessantly and building all this sexual tension between us is ‘protecting me.’ I’m tired of all this bullshit, Dean!” Your emotions had busted loose and taken over now, anger, hurt, and betrayal all coursed through your veins.

You took a deep steadying breath. “It’s not fair for you to constantly put me through all this while you may do what you please,” you tried to explain patiently, fed up with his petulant attitude. “So please, truly look at yourself and decide what it is you want. When you figure it out, let me know.”

With that you grabbed your bag and entered the bathroom shutting the door behind you a bit harder than necessary. Turning on the shower, you stripped out of your costume and slid down the shower wall. The water hid your tears and muffled the sound of your quiet sobs. You sat there crying yourself out until nothing was left deep inside you, until everything that had happened to you in the last year swirled down the drain. Until the water coming out of the shower head turned cold and bracing.

You toweled off and got dressed in your pajamas, a loose pair of sweats and an oversized Bon Jovi t-shirt you stole from Dean soon after they took you in. No matter how many times you washed it, it still inexplicably smelled like him, which was a soothing balm to your aching nerves. I’m not going to force my feelings on him; if he wants to be with me he can damn well tell me, you thought in a silent prayer to whatever god was listening.

As you entered the room you saw Dean still sitting where you left him, eyes red-rimmed like your own. He must have gotten up to change into his night clothes as well because the kohl and Captain Hook costume were long gone, a worn pair of sweats and a t-shirt replaced them. Silently you walked to the other side of the bed to turn down the covers, determined to leave everything where right where you left it until he deigned to speak to you.

“You’re right, (y/n).” He said.

“Oh?”

“I do care for you. And much deeper than as a friend.” He shifted to look at you while you went about your pre-sleep ritual.

You didn’t say anything, hoping the silence would cause him to keep speaking. You looked at him with pursed lips and raised eyebrows.

“The thing is I don’t have much experience in this department. Relationships aren’t really my thing.” He glanced up at you. “I’ve had feelings for you since nearly the first day we met. I’ve just been scared to act on them because—“ his voice caught, and he cleared his throat. “Because what happens if we try this and it doesn’t work or you get taken away from me? Because everything I’ve ever cared about gets taken or destroyed.”

You stilled your actions and thought over his words. Turning each over in your mind, searching for any hidden meaning. Finally, you looked at him, “but what if it works?”

A tear escaped his eye as he bowed his head. After a moment he grinned, “ever the optimist, aren’t you?”

You gave him a half smile, “someone around here has to be.” You shrugged a shoulder, “and besides, I’m not worried about getting taken or dying. Between you, Sam, Cas, Jo, and Ellen, I’d say I’m safer than the Declaration of Independence.”

He returned the grin. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Although Nicholas Cage was able to get past all that government security to get the Declaration.”

You chuckled, “I don’t think we have to worry about Nic getting to me.”

After a moment he added, “so...where do we go from here?”

You thought for a moment. “How about we start with one day at a time,” you said a little shyly. “Besides, it’s almost morning and we should turn in. It’s been a long day and Sam will be herein a few hours,” you said as you crawled under the faded comforter.

He cleared his throat, “Right. I’ll just sleep on the floor.” When he reached for the second pillow, you grabbed his hand causing him to freeze. Your gaze traced over his muscled arm, from his wrist up to his face.

When the two of you finally made eye contact you gave him a soft smile. “You can sleep in the bed. You know, if you want to…” you trailed off shyly, waiting for his reply.

As you settled down on the mattress, you watched him war with himself; one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he blew out a deep breath. When his more tired side won the internal battle, he drew the covers back to settle into the bed beside you, careful to leave space between the two of you.

After a few tense moments you heard him clear his throat in the dark. “Well...uh...goodnight, then,” he said clasping his hands across his middle.

Geez, this man has bedded countless women, but in the face of a possible relationship he becomes a junior high boy, you thought as you chuckled to yourself. Fed up with the silence and the space between the two of you after all these months of hidden feelings, you grabbed his hand and lifted up his arm so you could curl up against his side. Your head rested on the point of his chest where is arm met his torso, your hand laid over his beating heart where you could feel it thumping hard against his chest. Your leg draping over his as if you had done this a million times. “Goodnight, Dean Winchester,” you sighed as you inhaled his scent and began to drift off into unconsciousness.

You weren’t sure if you dreamt it or not, but you could have sworn right before the tide of sleep pulled you under, Dean pulled you tighter against his body as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Fin.

Tag-list: @captainsherlockwinchester110283

[mk-wizard]

Disney Films That Deserve TV Series

Hello, fans.

For once, I am not doing Transformers, but Disney since I am a fan of that franchise as are many of you. After working up the nerve and being a big fan of the movie, I decided to give Tangled the Series a chance. And you know what? It is the most well written, well thought out, well put together and well done TV series spin off I have ever seen since Aladdin. And in my opinion, Aladdin the Series was and still is one of the toughest acts to follow as far as TV series spin offs go. It is almost as if the writers of Tangled had always meant to make this story in the long run. Plus, Rapunzel herself is a true star in how she embodies the best of the classic princess qualities as well as the modern fighting spirit. Like the characters themselves have said, she can take care of herself. With that said, it got me thinking about which other movies have the potential to have good TV spin off series.

1- The Jungle Book - After seeing the underrated animated sequel which I did a review of, the door wasn’t just left wide open for the TV series. It had a beautiful ornate welcome mat for it. Considering Disney has yet to delve into Indian and especially Hindu mythology, this would be very interesting. And considering that even the whole concept of the human and jungle world colliding provides interesting storytelling with Mowgli as the mediator of the two. Plus, it is a series that does not have a princess for a change. Now I know there was Talespin, but that was more like an AU series not a TV spin off. I also want to put out there that Tarzan has been on TV enough times as far as TV series goes. I love the guy, but I think it’s Mowgli’s turn.

2- Cinderella - She is by far the most underrated princess of them all. Cindy’s a resourceful, progressive and proactive woman as we have seen in all three of her movies. I could easily imagine a series about Cinderella changing the world for the better and facing challenges both socially and politically. Not every series needs supernatural villains or violence. At least not all the time. Maybe an occasional evil Fairy Godmother or Lady Tremaine leading the opposition would be great.

3- The Sword in the Stone - Considering the tale of King Arthur consists of several tales anyway, I am kind of surprised that a series wasn’t ever made. I mean, there was premade material to work with and they could have retold it the Disney way easily. Plus, who doesn’t want to see Merlin again?

4- Brave - Merida always stood out as one of the few princesses who had no love interest and considering Disney could use a mother-daughter power duo, I think such a series would have been great. Scottish lore is after all very beloved and very vast after all. And now that the queen was open to adventure, we could have seen her and Merida go on many.

5- Moana - My reasons for seeing potential in a spinoff series are the same as The Jungle Book and Brave. There is so much mythology to explore in Hawaiian culture and the ending left it open to the possibility of more adventures to be told.

6- The Incredibles - I think this is self explanatory. Stories about supers are MADE to have TV series out of them. Also, The Incredibles is a fresh and wholesome setting for heroes in that there is no relationship drama, it’s more positive, it is family friendly and actually has a family sitcom feel to it. It would be a perfect series for kids who love heroes and adults who grew up with them.

7- Frozen - With the amount of animated shorts and the recent sequel this got, this film series is begging for a series! Considering Elsa’s character is all about exploration and adventure, I would be interested in seeing that explored. Wouldn’t you?

8- Herbie - I never said all of the entries here would be animated classics. Herbie had a lot of sequels and even a reboot which displayed that he does more than just races. Herbie helps people so a series about him just going down the highway and making stops to help those in need would be great and wacky fun. He would also stand out as a main character considering he is a car who doesn’t talk.

9- Inspector Gadget - Now, hear me out on this one. While the movie was not the best film I have ever seen, the idea of breathing new life into the bionic bumbling crime fighter is a good idea. The thing is that Inspector Gadget works better as a TV series than it does a movie. And I will give the film this much; the first one stayed true to his kind character. I think it could have worked if done right and respectfully.

10- Pinnochio - The strange part about this film having a spinoff is that it would actually not be about Pinnochio, but rather Jiminy Cricket. Pinnochio’s story ended as he became a real boy at the end, but Jiminy was still an official conscience. Who is to say the Blue Fairy would not have given Jiminy another assignment by putting another child in need on the right path. I think such a premise would be very compelling and also educate troubled kids on how to deal with their problems in a better way. There are so many kids out there who could use a Jiminy Cricket to not only guide them, but also listen to them.

11- Monsters Inc. - Let’s face it. The premise of Monsters being a lot like guys who work in the office is hilarious. This would make for a heartwarming comedy of which kids would simply adore.

Well, that’s my list. What do you all think of it? And which film do you think could have had potential for a good spinoff series and what would be its premise?

[built-from-nothing]

Feels Like Home Part 3

Prompt: “Oh, now they’re just being mean.”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 2,087

Warnings: Fluff, angst, torture, (the real torture is the lack of pie), cannon violence, blood, death (no main characters), and language. 

A/N: Last part of @eyes-of-a-disney-princess‘s Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge

Read Part One & Part Two 

The corral peach sky casts a warming glow across the front of the motel as dusk begins to settle in. You push the car door open and step out, grimacing as the sudden movement shifts your lacerations causing them to reopen. You clutch your abdomen in a feeble attempt to ease the pain knowing for certain you’d need stitches.

You hobble to the room while the boys’ faint conversation about getting drinks buzzes behind you. There was no way you could even think about going out as trickles of blood softly ooze from your stomach. Stitches first, then drinks. Okay well, maybe a little alcohol now then stitches. Purely to numb the pain.

You grab the bag of medical supplies and plop down onto the bed to clean your wounds. The alcohol stings your tender skin, turning into a burning sensation as it disinfects your exposed flesh. You bite your lip preparing your mind for the pain ahead and slide the needle in and across your biggest gash. You pull the thread taut, the skin meshing together as the cut closes before repeating the process. You take a large swig of the whiskey, the harsh liquid numbing the pain as Sam walks through the door.

“Thought you were going for drinks,” you hiss through gritted teeth. The sight of you struggling to mend your shredded stomach too much to watch, Sam strides over and takes the needle from your hands.

“Dean just wanted to get some sleep,” Sam replies pushing and pulling the needle through.

“Mmm-hmm,” you hum in a mixture of acknowledgment and pain. It was unusual for Dean to decline a drink after finishing a case. The need to drown out the wicked pain of hunting with hard liquor was one of Dean’s favorite pastimes. Watching his Baby be pounded and beaten to a pulp must have taken its toll. Sam finishes stitching you up and you take one last drink for good measure.

You thank Sam and head to the bathroom to strip yourself of the sticky remnants of what once was a black tee. You peel your clothes from your body and look at your reflection in the mirror. The demon’s imprint now mangled from your and Sam’s stitching, the inflamed skin still stands out against your stomach. You lightly trace the raised lines with your index finger.

Whore.

The demon’s words ring over and over in your ears; Dean’s plaything. Dean’s whore of a plaything. How could you have been so naive to think there was something between you and Dean. Hunters can’t have attachments, for when they do it only brings pain and suffering. It was time you came to terms with that.

You change into your makeshift pajamas and carefully flop down on the bed, your muscles aching as the day’s stress and activity catch up to you. You close your eyes ready for sleep, yet your thoughts race unable to push the green-eyed hunter from your mind. If Dean truly wasn’t interested why go to the trouble of flirting? Yes, he hits on anything that moves, but with you it seemed different, genuine.

Listen to yourself; you sound like a fucking schoolgirl overthinking every glance, touch, and interaction. You push the thoughts from your mind and try to fall asleep once more. On the brink of slipping into the comforting darkness, a chill travels through your body. You pull the covers up to your ears, but the icy feeling remains.

You’ve never had issues falling asleep in motels before, the beds typically warmer than ideal from Dean’s tendency to act as a human heater. You whimper at the memory of his arms wrapped around your middle, his broad shoulders engulfing you in a warm, firm blanket of Dean. Damn it. Now you’re awake for different reasons.

You sigh heavily and get out of bed, the inability to sleep frying your judgment. You slip on your sneakers, grab the bottle of whiskey from the table, and walk to Dean’s room taking swigs of the amber liquid along the way.

Satisfied with the fuzzy feeling in your head, you knock timidly on the door. You rap on the door again a little harder this time, the urge to run slowly creeping into your stomach. This was a bad idea. A gust of wind rushes past you sending goosebumps crawling across your skin. You wrap your arms around your chest and knock one last time. What were you thinking; Dean’s peacefully asleep recuperating from the hunt.

You turn to leave when the knob turns and the door opens with a creak. Dean answers the door in nothing but sweatpants, his hair standing up in all directions. “Hi,” you stammer and gulp down what little liquid remains in your dry mouth.

God, was he beautiful. The sweatpants hung low on his hips, his bow legs faintly visible behind the baggy material. His softly toned muscles ripple as he stretches, calling for you to run your hands along his sides feeling every line, bump, and bone along the way. Your eyes pass over his anti-possession tattoo, the black ink curls shining brightly against his freckled skin. Light stubble covers his jaw, the urge to feel it graze the sensitive skin between your thighs suddenly passing through you. A yawn crosses his full lips as his eyes try to focus, the vibrant green hazy like early morning dew.

“Hi.” His husky voice pulls you back to reality, your brain groggy.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just I couldn’t sleep and after what happened earlier I just wanted to make sure you were okay. But obviously you’re fine, so I should be heading back,” you blabber, your voice trailing off to a near whisper.

“Uhh, yeah I’m fine,” he says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He takes in your shivering figure and steps aside. “You’re freezing. Come in.” You enter his room and look around, your eyes drawn to the rumpled covers sprawled across the bed. Scooby-Doo plays on the television opposite the bed, and you smile. What a dork.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you question, turning around to meet his gaze.

After seeing the witches torture you, Dean couldn’t fall asleep without you lying beside him. He knew you were fully capable of protecting yourself, but something about you alone and unprotected bothered him. He wouldn’t be at peace until you were wrapped in his arms, shielded from the world. 

“No, I’ve been up for hours,” he grumbles, running a hand down his face and motions for you to sit.

“Me too.”

“You said that,” he snickers. You slip under the covers and sit up against the headboard, Dean sliding in next to you. You watch in silence as Velma unmasks the ghost (it was Uncle Stuart). With you by his side, Dean dozes off shortly after the third episode, your presence bringing a sense of comfort and peace to his to his disheveled state.

You curl up next to Dean and lay your head on his chest, his heart beating steadily underneath you. You longed to have Dean here with you like this every night cuddling, and not just when you are away on hunts. To tenderly kiss his soft, plump lips goodnight and drift to sleep engulfed in his warm embrace.

But the risk of losing the friendship you’ve worked so hard to build fills you with fear. If things went south, you wouldn’t lose only one best friend. You’d lose Sam too. And you weren’t prepared to lose another family.

You take a deep breath, his unique scent of whiskey, leather, and warm apples filling your nose. You nuzzle into him and his arm instinctively wraps around you pulling the rest of your body flush to his. You close your eyes and slowly drift off, thoughts of you and Dean buzzing through your head. This would be enough. It had to be.

You wake up, a dull ache reverberating around your skull. How much whiskey did you drink last night? You slowly become aware of your legs and arms finding them entangled with Dean’s. Calloused fingers lightly run along your bare stomach, your tee having bunched up while you slept. You sigh contently, reveling in the feeling of his rough hands on you. Suddenly the memory of the witch’s mutilation comes rushing back making you flinch from his touch and scurry to pull your shirt down.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” You turn away and sit on the edge of the bed unable to look him in the eye, embarrassed by the witch’s truthful words.

“What she did. How I-” you pause trying to get control of your emotions. “You don’t need to see that.” You bow your head and pinch the bridge of your nose. Another perfect morning ruined by your self-conscious doubt.

“I want to,” he whispers, his voice muffled from the pillow. You look back at him over your shoulder, unsure of his words. Does he really want to see your mangled body? Touch your ugly, inflamed skin?

Feeling your eyes on him, his sits up on his elbows and meets your gaze. “I want to,” he repeats, his voice confident. Your eyes twinkle at the sudden outpour of affection, and you hesitantly crawl back onto the bed, your nerves uneasy.

You lie still beside him, a small wall of tension set between you. He watches the rise and fall of your chest and wraps his fingers around the hem of your shirt and glances up at you for permission. You nod your head and he pushes the fabric up to rest below your breasts. You wince at the sudden contact as his fingers glide across the raised bumps, flames licking at the skin everywhere his fingers touch.

“So beautiful,”  he murmurs. The feel of your soft skin against his sends his heart hammering. He can’t help but run his tongue along his bottom lip at the thought of your skin pressed to his lips. Unable to help himself, he leans down and kisses the skin above your navel. You gasp as his scruff grazes the delicate skin, your nerves firing in pleasure. Dean smirks against you and places butterfly kisses across your belly, his lips lingering everywhere the witch’s blade touched.

He reaches the bunch of fabric sitting beneath your chest and hesitates for a moment before continuing to kiss atop the tee up your chest. His lips hover over yours, your chest moving rapidly in anticipation. “Dean,” you whisper as he playfully nudges your nose with his.

“Y/N,” he says, his lips ghosting over yours before connecting them in a sweet kiss. Your lips move against his, the feeling of sweet release passing through you. Why didn’t you do this sooner?

You tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss, and lick his lower lip. His mouth opens with a groan as your tongues explore the far corners of each other’s mouths. He grips your hips tightly leaving behind small marks as proof of your interaction and shifts to hover over you. His hands slide underneath your shirt, his thumbs tickling the tender skin beneath your breasts.

You snake your arm around his neck, gripping the short hairs at the base of his neck to pull him closer, and run a hand across his broad shoulders, feeling the toned muscles ripple beneath your touch.

“God, you taste good,” he mutters against your lips, causing you to smile into the kiss. Much too soon for your liking you break for air, your noses skimming one another as he pulls away. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” he questions with a laugh. You giggle at his eagerness and cup his cheek. You stare up into his twinkling forest green eyes, a sense of safety and warmth washing over you.

“C’mon. We should head home,” you say, reason overpowering your desire to stay like this forever. Sam was most likely already pacing around the cheap motel room waiting for you to return to leave for the bunker, a bitch face plastered across his face at how late you woke up. You and Dean already had a tendency to sleep in; staying tangled together would only make the situation worse.

Dean groans and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his scruff tickling the tender skin. “I am home,” he murmurs, holding you tight against him. Your heart swells at his words and you wrap your arms around him returning the embrace.

“Home,” you sigh.

[spacegayparty]

Top 10 fictional characters

Idk what the criteria is but sjdjdjd YOU GOT ME... This will be fun

1. Luna from Lunar Silver Star Stories

because nostalgia. I was like, in elementary school and didn't understand English and I hated that a lot :< but she had blue hair and could sing and dominate the world kinda so that was cool (guess why I got blue hair first lol)

2. okay but,, Matt from Digimon??

The name is radical. Digimon makes me instantly cry when it hear the intro (I tested it on a con lol) bc nostalgia. And that guy cared so much for his bro and even later tried his hardest to keep his shit together and FUCKING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT OKAY!! he was a caring baby and threw hands when someone did bs. A bit too much hot head but,,, development man.

3. Rapunzel from Tangled?

.... She smacks people w a frying pan and I had my bday going to the film theatre for Tangled and it was basically the only film I didn't hate

4. Mulan.

Feminism!! also the guy was 100k gay for her when he thought she was a guy and sjsjdj. The sass and the resolute "fuck society and lets help people who need it" attitude... I mean?? How can't you! I love her. Also she kicked ass and saved a country based on being late and standing up for her dad in desperation of not knowing what to do in life and getting a chance to make a change for the better c:

5. Zuko from Avatar.

... Character development. Really. He was constantly looking for himself and hated everything because he made his self esteem depend on other people's views on him until he freed himself and learned to forgive and love and then he was fulfilled and didn't need romance or shit. He was okay in making up for what he did and that was awesome. He had the guts to endure rejection and pain for all the mistakes he had made. And even before he did show compassion and love, just in his own ways. A truly amazing character.

6. Ahhhh Virgil obv.

I'm just biased on that one bc.. Punk aesthetics. The guy is a walking ace flag. And he gave me the emancipation to love purple (that sounds stupid. My step dad made me hate purple by associating it to my dysphoria and several sexist stereotypes that made me hate myself for liking the colour. And now I'm wearing purple at this moment, my phone having a purple colour theme and even my nail polish being pastel purple in shimmering. Not to talk to about my hair lol)

7 Okay but Mat from DDADDS

He is,,,,,,,, baby,,,,

He has anxiety and trouble and problems but he moves on, he tries. He is relatable in being kindhearted and trying to express his passions just as he is. He never dreamed bigger than he needed to be because he was content in himself and open for finding his way to himself again because he's allowed to love even without others. And that beautiful. He's such a loving and supportive character and hhhh the dreadlocks (biased haha) and the voice and all.

(tbh I kinds love all dads in the game)

8 Dee

I'm a major deceit Stan and that's mostly because he stirs up philosophical and moral questions. He challenges views like Virgil did when he first appeared and made the "light sides" explain themselves and their legimitisation to be and be 'right'.

Also he is a classy fucker and I'm so s so gay for him. I can't get enough and watched SVS like 25 times not even joking.

9 Remus

.... Okay so he was the first character I could ever really relate to. He was weird, weird on purpose but alps not on purpose and that was my childhood struggle as genderfluid pan-poly ADHD deity. I wanted to be different bc of my ADHD because I just NEEDED to do and such (also I was big neglected) until I realised that.. I was just different because I was me and I didn't have to weird out people's on purpose

I take pride in who I am . It's easier now, with less hyperactivity. Because I am more confidently and truly myself and not some overloaded idiot who can't shut up (I still can't shut up but have stimming now). Remus is just.. Odd and I love that. He isn't supposed to be low here but idk how to make out who's the most important tbh.

... Also he makes jokes all the time and I csn relate

10 chara from undertale.

Not saying a thing and still changing a world form total genocide and rigorous murder and rules to love and acceptance. Just by making a compliment, relating to others and never being weided out by bones and frogs and other creatures.

(also an nb icon I mean,,)

Characters I'd like to mention :

Todd (bojack horseman), Remy and Emile from the ts universe (great soft therapist and sassy bitch I mean,,), Toph and the moon goddess from Avatar (I mena the real one bc........ I'm a huge gay okay,. Also she did awesome things and Toph is just fucking empowerment and self esteem. Never give, no matter what!). Garnet and Lapis from Steven Universe,,, and so so many more like Hilda from Hilda and Ivy from Digimon World 2003 who just fucked over gender roles bc she took a name for liking it and not any gender linked to it.. Heidi from Heidi lol bc positivity. I just.. I also forgot many many others like Cowley from Good Omens and Kevin and his Mom from Supernatural. And Castiel obv. And Vld Keith and Shiro and hhhhh so many many more

So so many characters. Fuck real people I don't understand their faces anyway bc I'm like super blind

[eyes-of-a-disney-princess]

Yay for Tangled and congrats darling!!! May I join with a Dean x Reader and prompt 47?

You may and it’s yours!

[sea040561]

So cute!

The Biker and the Virgin

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean learns it might be easier to catch a dragon than he originally thought

A/N: This story is for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess ‘s Rapunzel’s Tangled Up with Supernatural Challenge. My prompt is bolded in the fic. Hey look - I actually finished this thing! I was worried I’d have to drop out of the challenge because of writer’s block but as usual, inspiration hit me while I was trying to go to bed. This is supposed to be crack, so I hope you find it funny.  

Beta: The wonderful @lastactiontricia “This is like reading my internal monologue…” 

Warnings: None that I can think of… fighting maybe? 

(GIF Source: inacatastrophicmind)

“So this biker gang is actually a dragon biker gang?” Dean asked as he continued to chew the bite of his burger.

“Well, one of the bikers in the gang is a dragon, yes,” Sam said on an exhale. “I mean, their logo is a dragon, too. They’re not being particularly sneaky about it.” He stabbed at his salad with his fork and took a bite of the greens.

Dean set his burger back in its basket and wiped his hands together. “So what are we going to do? It’s not like we have a virgin we can use as bait.” He looked between you and Sam with an expectant look on his face, hoping one of you would have some answers.

At his words you could feel yourself involuntarily blush. Dean caught it and gave you a double take. You suddenly became very interested in what was happening just beyond the window outside.

“Y/N?” Dean asked. “Is there something you know that you’d like to share with the class?”

What could you say? How would you explain it? You took another bite of your burger to stall and looked back at both brothers who were now staring at you.

You gave an awkward smile with your mouth still full and held up your pointer finger to ask for an additional minute to chew. To chew and think. You bobbed your head from side to side as you dramatically rolled your eyes. Just playing it cool would be your plan, you decided. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Sam and Dean were still looking at you with curiosity painted on their faces as you swallowed your now thoroughly chewed burger.

“We, uh… we may have something to use as bait. Well, someone,” you corrected yourself.

You could tell the gears in Dean’s head were turning by the look on his face. 

“And who would that be?” he asked.

Your mouth fell into a flat smile and you looked down at your burger basket sheepishly. “Me,” you mumbled under your breath.

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[girl-next-door-writes]

Don’t Get Too Close

Characters: Crowley x Reader

Summary: With the oncoming ‘Big Bad’ on its way, Crowley has to decide what to do about those most important to him 

Word Count: 968 words

Prompt: “This is kind of an off-day for me.  This doesn’t normally happen.”

A/N: This is for the fantastic and brilliant @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and her delightful Rapunzel’s Tangled up with Supernatural Challenge.  This was supposed to be fluffy and light, but Crowley is being a little bitch with me, so this is what you get.  Enjoy.

“Boom baby!” His eyes flicked up to see you grinning as the door swung from your kick and you strode confidently into the throne room, only to pause and look at him curiously.  He was sitting in his usual position, on the throne, glass of amber liquid in hand but there was something in his eyes that he couldn’t hide, in the slight frown he wore that he knew would tell you something was wrong.  “I trawled all the way down here, made an epic entrance, and you can’t even look at me?  What? No smart ass comment?” your tone was light-hearted as ever, the banter between you and the demon had always been easy. No deep and meaningful conversations, definitely no ‘chick flick’ moments, no matter how many times he wished he could tell you how he felt.  Not that he knew how he felt.

He had screwed up.  He had really screwed up, and now there would be consequences, and he wasn't entirely sure he would be walking away from this one.  This was endgame stuff.  Go all in or fold.  He was fond of you.  Was it fondness?  Perhaps it was just amusement, not love, no, nothing as ridiculous as that.  He was a demon, incapable of such an emotion. Whatever it was he wanted to hide the truth, to shelter you from the oncoming shit storm but with the beast released perhaps the more you knew, the safer you would be.  There was nowhere to hide from this, and he was torn, unsure if keeping you at his side would make you safer or more of a target.  

“This is kind of an off-day for me.  This doesn’t normally happen.” His voice rang out in the silence, his eyes still on the glass in his hand although he was painfully aware of your proximity. “I shall endeavor to provide you with witty repartee when we next meet, until then love, would you mind pissing off?”  He barely held back his cringe as he heard the harshness in his tone.  He should send you away, as far away as possible.  If only you would bloody go.  

Eventually, he allowed his eyes to trail up only to see you standing there with an unamused look on your face.  Your stance clearly saying you weren't about to move an inch and should he even consider ‘zapping' you somewhere then you would only find your way back and kick his ass. The corners of his lips twitched up a little at that thought.  If this was it, the final curtain call, then perhaps he should be selfish. Maybe he should keep you close as everything began to fade out.  

He was about to reach out for your hand, to ask forgiveness for his previous harshness, when a thought flitted across his mind.  He was assuming he would go first.  What if he didn’t?  What if yours was the grave he had to dig?  What if it was your body, broken and mangled, thrown down at his feet, leaving him to look at the mess he had made.  That thought, that image, made his blood run cold.

Taking a long sip of his whiskey, he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.  This was it.  Truth time.  "I don't want to let you down, but I fear that is what will happen whatever I do." His voice was low but lacking the usual rough edge; it was just painfully raw.  "They say life is what you make of it and perhaps I haven’t made the best choices. If it’s more down to fate, then I'm afraid my downfall was woven deep into my soul back when I still had one."

You had moved closer, he felt your hand on his arm and turned his head to look at you, the whole encounter exhausting.  

“Crowley, what the fuck are you talking about?” the confusion was etched on your face and the demon smiled softly.

"I need to let you go." And there it was.  His decision made as he looked into those beautiful bright eyes of yours.  If there was any chance of saving you, of stopping that light growing dull, he knew this was what he had to do. He couldn't escape what was coming but maybe you could.

He couldn’t hold you gaze for long, his eyes finding their way back to the alcohol he was hoping would at least distract him from this knowing ache building in his chest. You could read him far too well for his liking and if you looked deep enough into his eyes he was certain you would see the darkness, the true demon hiding in there.  Frustration was building within him now.  He had told you to go and yet here you remained.  Did you not realise what torture this was for him? Why could you not just do what you were told for once.  

“Crowley?” your voice was soft, a warmth there that drew him back to you like a sunflower turning towards the bright, brilliant sunlight that gave it life.  He dared to meet your eyes and his breath stuttered in a rare almost human moment.  “I have no idea what is going on, I don’t even know if I can help, but I will be damned if I’m going anywhere with you like this.  You’ve had my back too many times for me to walk away when you clearly need me.”

This time he did reach out, his hand taking yours and a sad smile playing on his lips.  “You will be the death of me.” He chuckled dryly.

“Or maybe I will be the making of you.” You shot back with a smile.  Tilting his head, he considered your words.  Perhaps they were already true.

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