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Build Me Up, Buttercup - Part Two: An Angel, A Demon, And A Vampire Walk Into A Garage.

Status: Part 2 of ___ Word Count: 3.5K Category: Multi-Part; Alternative Universe:Fantasy [maaaybe] ; Pseudo cross-over [“The Princess Bride”]; Adventure; Humor; Parody; Friendship; Family; see Grandpa’s list in Part One as well [wink] Rating: Teen & Up Character(s): Dean, Sam, Female O.C., Grandpa & Grandson, various SPN past & present Pairing(s): Sorry, kiddos - you’ll have to wait & see Warnings: None Author’s Note(s): Shifts between the “real world” and the "book” are in larger text; see more post-story Overall Summary: See Part One Part Two Summary: Dean struggles with his new reality - and a familiar trio arrives on the scene to shake it up.

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Flipping to the next page, the old man went on.

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. "What if something happens to her? I'm afraid we'll never see her again!"

"Offffff course you are," Dean replied with a sly grin, having not missed the way his brother had been stealing glances and blushing around their - he had to admit, quite intelligent and pretty - former apprentice for months.

"She has always said she would drop everything for us if we needed her, that she'd be there for us, and you had to go and---"

"How can you be so sure she’d come through for us? She hated my guts, Sam. Absolute pure hate, right down to the knee in my junk, you think that happens every day!?"

Sam's eyebrows shot up. "To you?! I haven't got a clue how many times that must've happened to you!"

As fate would have it, Sam was right - not the crotch thing, the first thing. Their one-time hunter-in-training never made it to her destination. It seemed that during her travels, she decided to investigate a case she'd gotten wind of and ended up on a ferry that was attacked by vampirates, who never leave captives alive.

And so when the Winchesters got word that she'd been murdered---

"Murdered by vampirates is good!" exclaimed the kid.

---a frustrated Sam fought with his brother before quickly packing up only what he needed, and leaving the bunker, driving through the night, neither eating nor sleeping - not even reading any of The Lore - for days.

Dean ate an entire large pizza with extra mushrooms and their accompanying bread sticks, gave shots of coconut rum a try, ate three bags of Doritos, vomited down the hallway, then indulged in a ten-hour porn marathon, all interspersed with the occasional forkful of apple pie straight out of the tin, and a case and a half of beer.

The first day.

"I will never rum again," Dean muttered to himself, just before letting loose one final belch and passing out.

More than a few years came and went, during which something very strange and inexplicable was happening to their world - and for the Winchesters, this was saying quite a lot.

Sam had not spoken with Dean since the night he'd left, though he kept tabs on not only his brother but the ever-evolving drama within and amongst the various supernatural factions.

Without the brothers' influence on otherworldly doings, politics began playing more of a role than they had in the past. Contracts and treaties in place for years, possibly centuries even, were regularly challenged. Deals were made under tables. Established powers were pushed out - or murdered - to make way for new sovereigns. And one self-appointed monarch in particular had recently come out on top.

In the front yard of a newly-constructed mansion (near castle, truth be told) that was quite out-of-place in a modest province of the country called Florin, people were packed nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. They were waiting to hear an announcement from their ruler Rowena, the once self-proclaimed Queen Regent of Hell, current self-proclaimed monarch of Florin, and it was a very special announcement, indeed - she was about to reveal her husband-to-be.

Trumpets blared and the crowd hushed as Rowena stepped out onto the large balcony several floors above the front door of her earthly pseudo-castle, flanked by members of her coven.

"My perky peasants! In just one month, it will be the tenth anniversary of what I know has been the happiest times of your putrid existence - the day I started my reign. And at sundown on that day, I shall wed a wee lad who was once a commoner, like yourselves. But I suspect you won't find him so common now, will you? Would you like to meet him?"

The crowd roared - many due to the threats being whispered to them by Rowena's minions who were sprinkled throughout - but most were excited for the reveal because it put them that much closer to the buffet and ‘80s cover band awaiting them in the backyard. Plus, word was the pool had a slide.

"People! I present to you my little Buttercup, the Crown Prince of Florin - Dean!"

Dean gradually stepped into the crowd, walking slowly on a red carpet that stretched from the gazebo in the side yard, then across the circular drive, through at least twenty flower-laden archways, ultimately finding himself next to the gaudy, jewel-accented fountain that featured two sculpted cherubs pissing on each other instead of down into the basin.

The sneer on his face was locked-in tight, as was the shiny gold crown atop his head. Like Rowena, her coven, her bodyguards, her minions - and all the townspeople, as required by the new laws - he was dressed in clothing that was close to, but not quite hitting the mark of, something one might see on people living around the year 1700. The colors seemed too bold, the gold accoutrements too shiny, and his shoes all seemed to have heels.

Dean looked at the crowd, actually a little envious - at least they didn't have to wear brocade tunics that felt more like dresses, and stupid tights that cramped his junk, and those damned heels. Even the bum who was perpetually wandering about the town square - or, to Rowena's great disdain, lounging in front of her mansion - got to wear boots. On the other hand, they were worse off than he was in a lot of ways. Rowena had sent the entire continent back into a dark age. Not like the Dark Ages, but close enough - the people were both literally and figuratively in the dark.

After only a little less than a decade's worth of her spell-casting, it seemed like everyone, excepting those heading into this world-upending disaster with prior knowledge of the supernatural, had forgotten where they were and what time period they lived in. They simply accepted any modernity from Rowena and her crew as par for the course, just a royal's life versus a peasant's. Though her coven had provided a few changes of clothing for each person, handed out horses and cows like crazy, and worked their mojo to get crops to spring up right away, she'd cut off all utilities, drained every service station of gas, even shut down land lines, isolating everyone completely.

And Dean had absolutely no idea why, or what he could do about it, especially without his friends. Without Sam. Hell, he'd have even taken help from what's-her-face, though her getting ganked by vampirates still made him a bit giddy to imagine.

But nevertheless, his emptiness consumed him. Although the new laws of the enchanted land gave Rowena the right to choose her groom, and despite what he suspected was an abundance of attempted spell-casting on him specifically by the coven, he did not love her.

Dean gagged when he thought about the upcoming wedding night. He'd been drinking so much over the years - that is, the ones since Sam left, and the one during which he’d been stuck in Florin - he couldn't even get fully drunk anymore, so how he'd manage to get through it was beyond him. Didn't matter that Rowena reassured him that it'd be the best night of his life due to her centuries of experience; after that tidbit, he actually had thrown up.

He would cheer himself by sneaking away at night - minus the tights - and would stay in the shadows of houses for a few miles til he could cut across the old mini-mall parking lot that was now occupied by grazing sheep, in order to reach his favorite place. Dean always took a deep breath once he'd entered, inhaling the comforting smell of motor oil and metal. Taking apart cars - or just pieces of them - and putting them together again was his only remaining joy.

And he was so focused on his task at hand, laying on his back, rolled underneath his latest project, that it didn't register with him initially how unusual it was to hear another person's voice that late at night, much less inside the abandoned garage.

"A word, sir? We're male models looking to pick up a little work, you happen to know of any runways around here?"

"Nope, nothing for miles."

Then Dean frowned as he felt himself being yanked out from under the car, and thought he got a glimpse of someone familiar before everything went black.

Crowley stood to the side, inspecting the knuckles of the fist he'd just used, while Gabriel helped lift the unconscious Dean, keeping him propped upright as Benny squatted a bit, then hoisted the passed-out prince up and over his shoulder.

"You know, it really annoys me when you do that," Gabriel said to Crowley. "I had a great zinger all ready to go: ‘Then there will be no one to hear you scream' - I mean, come ON."

"What's that you're doing, there?" asked Benny, watching as Crowley meandered around the garage, splashing little drops of something from a small bottle on the floor.

"I'm leaving a clue behind for Mother's hounds. A touch of Eau de Moose."

Benny and Gabriel shared a confused glance - Crowley saw their expressions when he turned back to them, then sighed before he explained.

"Not an ounce of forethought between you. That was watered-down fancy shampoo, one that's not readily available around these parts now-a-days, but via my contacts, I happen to know entire cases are whipped up by Rowena's little band of bitches and sent as peace offerings to the only thing standing between her and access to the last active hellmouth on the continent."

Benny and Gabriel stared at him blankly.

"The kingdom just a hop-skip away? Guilder? Used to be Texas, Louisiana, New Mexico, actual Mexico, whatnot? Where we're headed shortly? Across that abyss of a bay that popped up, formerly known as Oklahoma?"

No response.

"Where the big little brother of our princess here---" Crowley gave Dean's ass a sharp WHAP that echoed through the room "---has set himself up on the throne? You lot are too dumb to breathe."

Crowley made his way out of the garage then, shaking his head.

"Uh, vampire," Gabriel pointed out, jabbing a thumb in Benny's direction, then swinging it around to himself. "Angel. We don't exactly need to have a lot of breathing happening."

They followed after Crowley, keeping behind buildings and speaking quietly, guided by a soft glow Gabriel let out of his eyes - not even worth a 100 watt bulb, as the coven's double-downed stranglehold on the energy in and around Florin extended to demons and angels and any other creatures trapped in the their bubble.

"So what, boss, idea is your mama will think Sam came and got Dean?" asked Benny.

Crowley nodded. "And when Dean's body is found on Guilder land---"

"Whoa!" Benny exclaimed, stopping immediately. "You never said anything about killin' anybody."

Crowley whirled around to face him, angry.

"I hired you to help me start a war. It's a prestigious line of work with a long and glorious tradition."

"I just don't think it's right... killing Dean. Don't ever seem to work, anyhow."

"Am I going mad, or did the word think escape your lips?! You were not hired for your brains, you sharp-toothed bucket of gumbo!"

"I agree with Benny," said Gabriel, crossing his arms.

"Oh, warped-wings has spoken! What happens to Dean is not your concern. I’ll kill him! And remember this, never forget this - when I found you, you were so depleted of grace, you couldn't even conjure strippers and candy!"

Crowley turned back to Benny.

"Then you! Pale, munching on mangy, anemic animals, hopeless! Do you want me to send you to where you were, hiding in caves, in Purgatory?!"

They continued on to the docks in silence, all climbing into the modest wooden boat that was powered only by a combination of wind in the sails and - mostly - Benny's rowing. After they settled the unconscious Dean, Gabriel untied the line. Benny sat near the middle, picked up the oars and began to row, while Gabriel lit a small lantern near the bow.

And Crowley pulled a flask from his jacket, leaned back, closed his eyes as he began sipping.

Benny's grip on the oars was tight and his jaw was clenched and twitching. Lack of full strength and diminished powers aside, Benny was a big dude. And while Gabriel still had enough juice to at least get himself out of the vampire's way should he opt to let the fists fly, he was pretty sure Crowley would get quite the beat-down if the muscle of their trio got angry enough.

He didn't want to kill Dean, either - would’ve been happier if it was Crowley. Still, like it or not, they were going to need Crowley and his contacts to get hold of Sam. Then it was left to hope, that Sam hadn’t changed, that he would still go to bat for Dean, and if not Dean, then for the greater good in general - not terribly unlike the need for Benny to cool off and realize Crowley couldn’t be dealt with quite yet. They needed all the allies they could get, even the questionable ones.

And so it was, Gabriel decided to do what we was best at: making a joke of a serious situation.

"Yo-ho-ho, matey," he said to Benny with a cautious grin. "So... any limericks you, ah... know know know?"

Benny's rowing slowed just long enough for him to shoot Gabriel a look that was somewhere between puzzled and annoyed, then got back on rhythm.

"Whoo, tough crowd," Gabriel said under his breath.

A few moments of silence passed, and Gabriel scooted a little closer, spoke a little lower.

"That Crowley, man, he sure can... bitch."

Silence for another few moments, but then:

"I bet it's 'cause his mama's a witch."

Gabriel stifled his laughter, but a glance over his shoulder told him Crowley had caught the retort due to the exaggerated roll of his eyes, followed by a large pull off the flask.

"Aw, he's just a little sack of... charm," Gabriel said.

"Well I’m gonna help him buy the farm," Benny shot back immediately.

Now Gabriel snickered loudly, and Crowley spit most of his mouthful out, spraying it over the side of the boat but also sending a healthy amount down his chin and onto his jacket.

"Enough!" he growled at them.

"Hey Benny, should we choke him dead?"

"’Fore we do, I best get fed."

Crowley cursed under his breath and went to drink more from his flask, only to find it empty. He chucked it into the water, then whipped his head around to face his companions - the flash of red in his eyes silenced them effectively. For several hours, the only sound was the swish of the paddles and the occasional gust of wind hitting the sail.

The sky had been overcast but now handfuls of clouds dissipated. The moon and stars were bright enough that Gabriel extinguished the lantern. There were little waves to speak of, and they could now see the smog-topped crag looming in the distance, the ones rumored to make climbers insane - and they’d have to scale it, their captive in tow, in order to get to the Guilder border.

"We'll reach the cliffs by dawn," Crowley commented, then frowned at Gabriel. "Why are you doing that?"

He was referring both to Gabriel’s present location and the focused expression on his normally affable face - the archangel was still near the bow, but was facing backwards, looking behind them.

"Making sure nobody's following us," he replied slowly.

"That would be inconceivable," Crowley declared.

"Despite what you think, you'll get caught - and when you are, hoo-boy, is Rowena gonna light into your sorry asses."

They all looked to the sound of Dean's voice.

"Hey, you're up!" Benny exclaimed, a genuine smile on his face.

Dean's jaw dropped. "Benny?"

"Yeah, brother. Good to see ya."

"Wish I could say the same - what the hell, man?!"

"You know, of all the asses on this boat, your highness, the one you should be worrying about is your own," Crowley said to Dean, with nothing but contempt - and perhaps a touch of jealousy - in his voice. He received an enthusiastic bird in response.

Gabriel sighed, then turned back to his scouting.

"Stop doing that! We can all relax! It's almost over," Crowley demanded.

"You're sure nooobody's following us?" Gabriel responded without turning, still studying the waters behind them with concern in his eyes.

"As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable! No one in Guilder knows what we've done, and no one in Florin could have gotten here so fast." Crowley paused, his eyes narrowing. "Out of curiosity, why do you ask?

Gabriel shrugged. "Oh, I dunno, I just happened to look behind us and something's there?"

"What?!"

Crowley scooted away from Dean and closer to Gabriel. He was pulling at his collar in a rare show of nerves, but then cleared his throat, adjusted his tone and posture back to one of nonchalance.

"Probably some local fisherman out for a pleasure cruise at night."

"Oh, totally - through the witch's eel-infested waters," Benny tacked on sarcastically, pausing his rowing to take a look as well.

"Yep, like you do," added Gabriel.

But the ne'er-do-well trio jumped in sync at the sound of a splash, turning around just in time to see Dean emerge from his dive, paddling furiously away from them.

Crowley shoved Gabriel's shoulder. "Go in! Go after him!"

Gabriel gave him a look. "I don't swim! I snap fingers, badda-bing, badda-boom, I'm there."

They both looked to Benny.

"What?" he asked.

"Go!" they answered.

"I only dawg-paddle," he replied, moving his arms in said stroke’s motions for emphasis.

The demon and the angel raised their eyebrows in near-unison.

"You were a sailor," Gabriel said slowly.

Benny let out a half-chuckle. "Yeah, the boys always gave me hell for that. Funny, huh?"

"Aarrrgggh!" Crowley yelled, and lunged at Benny, rocking the boat briefly.

"For cryin’ out.... just..... here, come on, start getting to the left," Gabriel said, pushing Crowley aside, taking one of the oars from Benny.

And then they all froze - including Dean, who stopped moving forward and started treading water - as a horrid screeching sound filled the air.

Crowley began to laugh, saying,"You know what that sound is, you wet little squirrel? Those are the shrieking eels! If you don't believe me, just wait - they always grow louder when they're about to feed on flesh!"

Dean's eyes grew wide and he was startled as he felt something large brush past him, causing more than a few extra ripples in the water.

"If you swim back now I promise we'll figure something out, Dean - and I doubt you'll get such a deal from your new scaly friends."

But Dean didn't have time to reply because one of those aforementioned scaly friends had circled back around, hovering just below the water about ten feet out, seemingly prepping to head right at his face.

"H-hey there, buddy?" Dean tried, tacking on a shaky grin, though his charm was wasted.

Suddenly it began its charge, obtaining such speed Dean knew there was no chance he could swim away in time, and right when it was moments away, unhinging its jaw and letting out one final victory screech----

"Dean does not get eaten by the eels at this time."

The kid blinked, startled out of his concentration. "What?"

"The eel doesn't get him - I'm explaining it to you, because you looked nervous," his grandfather said, glancing down.

The kid followed suit, noticing for the first time that he'd been wadding up his bedding in his hands as he'd listened to the story.

"I... I wasn't... wasn't nervous," he replied, loosening his grip. "Well, maybe I was a little bit concerned but that's not the same thing."

"We can stop now, if you---"

"No, you could read a little bit more, I mean, if you want to," the kid jumped in immediately.

With a nod of agreement, and an adjustment of glasses, the old man went back to the page.

"'You know what that sound is, you wet little squirrel? Those are the shrieking eels! If you---'"

"Past that, Grandpa. You read it already," the kid interrupted.

"Oh... oh my goodness, I did. I'm sorry. Beg your pardon. Alright, alright, lets see... uh... he was in the water, the eel was going after him, he was frightened, the eel started to charge him and then..."

----Benny leaned over and knocked out the eel with one punch while Crowley and Gabriel hauled Dean onto the boat.

Crowley was already beginning to tie a shivering Dean's hands with rope, Gabriel holding him in a semi-choke hold, when all three turned towards the stern due to a loud, sucking, toilet-plunger-on-a-mission type of sound.

Benny looked up and over the eel, to which he was currently giving a deep-fanging, mumbling, "What?"

They continued staring.

"What?!" he demanded, greenish-blue blood sneaking out the corners of his mouth.

"Let's give the little fella a burial at sea, huh?" Gabriel suggested gently, and though Benny seemed disappointed, he let his late dinner - or early breakfast, depending on how you looked at it - slip back into the water.

But now that Benny was back to rowing and Dean was tied up to Crowley's satisfaction, Gabriel released him and stood, resuming his survey of what was now clearly another boat, similar in size to theirs, and not terribly far behind.

"I think he's getting closer," Gabriel muttered.

"He's no concern of ours! Sail on!" Crowley snapped. Then he turned narrowed eyes back to Dean. "I suppose you think you're still brave, don't you?"

Dean was gazing absently over Crowley's shoulder, at the cliffs which were just beginning to glow thanks to the barely-there sunrise, when he quietly responded.

"Only compared to some."

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"Is that a rapier?" Gabriel asked, astonished, turning from the edge of the cliff to look at the others. "Have either of you got a sword, because I sure as hell went and left mine back in the pocket of my other pair of homemade britches, in my other life, pre-Rowpocalypse, oh no WAIT, no it’s not, because I haven't ever NEEDED one!"

"I thought you were a soldier," Benny said, in a snotty tone not unlike the one used on him when being asked how it was a sailor couldn’t swim.

"We weren’t fencing,” Gabriel replied, testy, though he shrugged, adding, “Besides. I blew the horn."

"You were the boogie-woogie bugle boy?!"

Barely sputtering the sentence out, Benny then fell into gales of laughter, bending at the waist to grab his knees, gasping.

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"I don't mean to pry, but - you don't by any chance happen to have any red lipstick?"

The masked woman paused in her boot-shaking task and stared for a beat or two. "Red's not your color," she informed him.

Gabriel chuckled, glanced down, but when he looked back up, she was surprised to see slightly glassy eyes.

So she pulled a tube from her bra, because where the hell else was she supposed to stash it in that getup? And further, it wasn't like she was gonna leave it on the boat to melt. She liked the pop of color against the monochrome clothing, not to mention the vitamin E and SPF. After all, those of the vamp persuasion needed to be mindful of peeling or chapped lips. It was just common courtesy, don't judge her.

She uncapped it, rolled up a bit, and tilted it towards him.

He noted the deep neutral hue and gave a satisfied nod, saying, "Thanks."

She nodded in return, then began putting her boots back on as he - without being asked - launched into his backstory.

"My sex life was ruined by a red-lipsticked woman..."

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"Abs, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got the anniversary celebration to plan, my wedding to arrange, my husband to murder and Guilder to frame for it - I'm just swamped!"

"Oh, Ro," Abaddon said sympathetically, walking back over and giving Rowena a quick, no-bodily-contact, pseudo-hug. "Listen to a former queen, alright?"

"Do not tell me to get some rest," Rowena said flatly.

"No, I'm going to tell you to get a pedicure. If you haven't got your open-toe Manolos, then you haven't got anything."

And with a blood-red, half-hearted smile - plus two quick air kisses - Abaddon turned away and headed down to the pit, though she did pause, glanced over her shoulder, gave Rowena one last piece of advice.

“Might wanna run by the salon, too - your roots are showing.”

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"I don't envy the headache you'll have when you wake up - but in the meantime, sleep well, Benny-boy. And dream of Cajun women."

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"There's a shortage of perky nipples in this world - so hell, what’s two more?"

Dean jumped, dropped the angel blade, and wheeled around, eyes widening when he realized who was lying on his bed.

“YOU?!?” he bellowed.

“What’s up, Buttercup.”

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"Okay, you know-it-all: what about the A.S.S.E.S.?" Dean demanded.

"Angels Sulking Silently, Especially in Swamps?” she asked, then shrugged. “Eh. I don't think they exist."

Which is, naturally, when she felt like a steamroller came at her from a particularly dank grouping of trees just off to her right - and whatever it was, it smelled pretty dank, too.

Author’s Note #2: I should *NOT* have to say this, but here we are -

The samples/teasers above from upcoming parts BELONG TO ME; they are not ideas or concepts that are free for other authors to use, even if I NEVER USE THEM; I often toss people “freebies”, but I make it clear when I am fine with them taking a concept & running with it.

Author’s Note #3: Tangentially related: I am aware that maaaaany many many many others have done this cross-over. I have only scanned over two, myself, and was actually asked advice on one of them. As noted, the first part was intended as a one-shot spoof, but it grew.

None of the others [see above, RE: two] I’ve seen have tackled it the way I am/will be doing and, as I stated in Part One of this story, >40% is completely of my imagining, minus the re-creation of certain scenes in the novel/the movie.

This story began on 21 March 2017, so if you stumble upon a TPB/SPN cross-over story that was published prior to that date & has such stark similarities to mine that you think I should address it, please don’t hesitate to let me know.

* Removed old tag list for length’s sake! - Jan 2018

#supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #The Princess Bride #SPN Meets The Princess Bride #Nash Writes

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whenyourelostandalone · 2 years ago

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In honor of November 5, I wanted to post my personal top five favorite love confessions and some honorable mentions of otherwise romantic lines. I’m not going to post the full confessions, just my favorite lines from them, but I will put the source. The top five will be in chronological order.

Spike to Buffy: (BtVS 7x20) “100+ years, and there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of: you. (...) I’ve seen the best and the worst of you, and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of woman. You’re the one, Buffy.”

Khai to Third: (Theory of Love ep.12) “I watched as many romantic films as I could, to find out what love is. Instead of finding the answer, I found you in every one of them, (...) For me, you are not a movie. You are real.”

Joe to Nicky: (The Old Guard) “This man is more to me than you can dream. He’s the moon when I’m lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in the cold. And his kiss still thrills me even after millennia. (...) I love this man beyond measure and reason.” (Also, because I think it’s funny: Nicky, offscreen: “There’s a tv, Joe.” Joe, also offscreen: “Champagne?”)

Castiel to Dean: (Spn 15x18) “I think I know now. Happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being. It’s in just saying it. (...) Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. (...) I love you.”

Lestat to Louis: (Iwtv 1x01) “You just have to ask me for it. You just have to nod your beautiful head, and say yes. I love you, Louis. You are loved.”

Honorable mentions for romantic lines:

Will and Elizabeth: (PotC) Elizabeth: “Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?” Will: “At least once more, Miss Swann, as always.”

Westley to Buttercup: (The Princess Bride) “Death cannot stop true love, all it can do is delay it for a while.”

Hannibal to Will: (Hannibal 3x06) “If I saw you every day, forever, Will, I would remember this time.”

Zhao Yunlan to Shen Wei: (Guardian ep 13) “If you were the trouble, I would take dozens, to bother my whole life.”

Korn to In and Dean to Pharm: (Until we meet again) In: “Do you think if we died and were born again we would find each other?” Korn: “I will keep searching until I find you.” (30 years later) Dean to Pharm: “I did it. I found you.”

#im sure theres more but its been like an hour and im tired

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luciisthebest · 7 years ago

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The Princess Bride Masterlist

Summary: The Princess Bride meets Supernatural. All your favorite characters become a part of the Princess Bride universe.

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

• Inconceivable: Part 1

• As You Wish: Part 2

#the princess bride meets supernatural #the princess bride masterlist #dean Winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural dean winchester au #Dean Winchester au #supernatural #supernatural reader insert #supernatural dean winchester #supernatural dean x reader #supernatural au #spn #spn reader insert #spn fanfiction #spn dean winchester #spn dean x reader #spn Dean Winchester x reader #spn au

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dancingalone21 · 6 years ago

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Wedding AU’s!

AU Masterlist

Dean -

A Complicated Wedding @one-shots-supernatural

All Of Me @wayward-imagines

An Indecent Proposal @spn-stories

An Intimate Dance @angelkurenai

Anything @georgialouisea

A Unfamiliar Feeling @idreamofplaid

A Winchester Wedding @myloveofwords

Broken @atwistoffate

First Dance Surprise @katieswinforddiaries

Forever And Always @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester

Have You, Forever @whispersandwhiskerburn

Here To The Moon And Back @squirrel-moose-winchester

I’ll See You Again @i-write-supernatural-imagines

I Think I Wanna Marry You @succinct-assbutt

It’s All Just Pretend @andtheraincamefalling

Let’s Get Married @there-must-be-a-lock

Magnolias In The Country @carryonmywaywardcaptain

Marry Me @waywardjoy

Mistakes @thxwinchestxrs

Moments @misswinchesterworld

Snowfall @amanda-teaches

Speak Now @d-s-winchester

Sweet Surprises @frenchybell

The Coat Check Room @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

The First Meet @hiddenwritingsintheworld

The New Princess @curliesallovertheplace

The Perfect Match @georgialouisea

The Wedding @nichelle-my-belle

Vegas Lights @writingruna

Wedding Night @luciisthebest

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Always A Bridesmaid @winchesterprincessbride

Found Him @squirrel-moose-winchester

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The Wedding @zepppie

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Waves And Rocks @babypieandwhiskey

Wedding Night @sweetness47

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Death Of A Bachelor @angelkurenai

Here Comes The Bride @blacktithe7

Love Works In Mysterious Ways @queen-of-deans-booty

Planning Frustrations @katymacsupernatural

Something Sweet @dancingalone21

Summer Confessions @thewondersofsmut

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Wedding’s Off @impalaimagining

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idreamofplaid · 6 years ago

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True Love’s Kiss

Square Filled: Virginity

Characters: Knight!Sam x Princess!Reader; Dean

Rating: Explicit

Tags: fingering; might be considered dub con

Summary: Sam and Dean are on a mission to awaken the princess with a kiss, but this time a kiss isn’t enough.

Word Count: 1502

Created for @spnkinkbingo

A/N: This started as a Drabble request for @akhuna01 and grew.

“What is it with these places?” Dean grumbled as he hacked at more of the vines covering the castle walls.

Sam looked at his brother with a slight shake of his head. “Comes with the territory, Dean. This is what we do. Save the princess. Kill the dragon. The family business.”

Dean grinned. “Yeah. We could be stuck doing worse things than rescuing beautiful women.” Dean spent a few more minutes hacking away at the vines before he said anything. “Sammy, do you ever think that one of these times it’ll be her? You know, the one that would make everything make sense, the one that would make it all seem like it was worth it.”

“I don’t know, Dean. I don’t think about it that much.” Before he could say anything else, Sam’s sword hit the sturdy wooden doors of the castle entry.

“Yahtzee,” Dean said behind him. Sam cleared away the rest of the vines with a few sweeps of his sword while Dean stepped forward, pushed against the solid oak door and looked up at the arch of stone blocks surrounding it to assess the possibilities for gaining entrance. “Well, no kicking this one in.”

Sam had already started to examine each stone around the door, pushing and poking. “We don’t have to, Dean; there’s another way to get in. There has to be because we’re supposed to. We get in, kiss the girl, and the spell’s broken.”

Dean pressed the blocks on the other side of the door. He turned to Sam and waggled his eyebrows. “Yeah, and this time it’s my turn.”

Sam had been right about getting inside, a just so amount of pressure on the right rock and the door had swung open. Now it was a matter of navigating the castle halls until they found the room where Princess Y/N lay waiting for them. It was clear as the brothers made their way deeper into the castle that this family had once held a great amount of wealth. Nearly every inch of the walls was covered by tapestries depicting unicorns and other supposedly mythical creatures. There were goblets and other ornaments made of pure silver and gold now covered with dust.

The room where Princess Y/N slept under the spell the witch had cast upon her was at the end of a long corridor. Sam and Dean entered slowly, wary of any last traps that might have been laid for them. Sunlight shone through the leaded glass windows onto her bed. It was covered in a heavy canopy of velvet and damask. The same material hung in drapes at the four corners.

The brothers approached the bed and beheld the princess lying there in a dress of fine silk with pearls sewn into the fabric. Her hands were folded demurely over her stomach, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders. Dean made a move toward her to bestow the spell breaking kiss upon her lips, but he was stopped by Sam’s hand on his arm.

Dean turned and saw a kind of look in his brother’s eyes he had never seen there before. Instead of the intent look of thought and reflection Dean usually saw there, Sam’s gaze was focused upon the girl on the bed while his expression seemed far away. He let go of Dean’s arm and took a step forward. “I’ve got this one.”

Sam sat down on the bed and gently placed his hand on the shoulder of the sleeping princess. He bent forward and brushed his lips lightly over hers then sat back. Nothing happened. Sam narrowed his eyes then leaned over and tried again. Still, nothing happened. Finally, Dean spoke. “I don’t get it. You’re a knight. You’re a prince. You’re a hero. It’s always worked before. What gives?”

Sam covered one of the hands of the sleeping princess with his. He spoke quietly. “You’ve never read the lore about this, Dean? If the kiss doesn’t work, it’s because she’s my true love; she’s my bride.”

Dean raised his eyebrows, dropped them, then shook his head. “That doesn’t make any sense. If she’s your true love, then the kiss should totally work. And bride? You’re not married to her Sam.”

The younger brother turned to meet Dean’s eyes and said with conviction, “I will be.” Sam raised Princess Y/N’s hand to his mouth and kissed the back of her fingers. “I have to do something more to wake her up.”

Dean waved his hand in the air. “What else is there? Kiss doesn’t work...” Sam had already started to remove his armor. When Dean noticed what his brother was up to, his eyes got big. “Whoa! Sam, what are you doing?”

All of Sam’s armor was almost gone by now, lying in a pile on the floor. He bent down to remove his shoes. “I’m doing what I need to do to claim my bride and break the spell.”

Dean’s mouth dropped open slightly. “Uh, Sam, don’t you think she has something to say about this? I mean, you’re about to...to...without her consent. Sam, where’s your honor? We took vows.”

“My honor is still intact, Dean. Don’t you remember our spiritual training? Father Chuck was very specific on this point.”

Dean stammered. “I...I might have spent more time training with the sword and lance.”

Sam’s voice was calm and certain. “This was decided before we were born. We pledged ourselves to each other then knowing this moment would come.” He paused and sat back down rubbing his thumb over Princess Y/N’s knuckles. “This has always been intended. We are soulmates. We both agreed to it.”

Sam bent forward to kiss his beloved again. Dean bit his lip and started to back toward the door. “Right. You’d know about stuff like that. Okay then. Well, I’m outta here.”

Sam didn’t even hear him go. All his focus was on Y/N. He pulled his shirt from his pants and lifted it over his head baring his chest. Then he lay down next to Y/N and began to softly stroke her hair. Sam whispered into the ear of his princess. “Can you hear me, Angel? I’m here now, and I will take care of you. You’re not going to be trapped here any longer.”

Y/N’s face was serene, and Sam smiled feeling his heart filled with the warmth of a love that had always been there lying dormant until he found his true love. He rose to a sitting position again and with a deep breath took the bottom of Y/N’s skirt and lifted it to her waist then pulled her undergarments down her legs. He freed himself from the confines of his pants and stroked his shaft until it hardened. He placed one thick finger between Y/N’s legs and swiped it up through her folds.

Sam would need to prepare Y/N for what was about to happen. He rubbed her clit making small circles, and her body responded to him. Once she was wet, Sam tested her entrance with his finger. She was tight, her maidenhead unbroken. Some part of Sam thought she could hear him, but even if she couldn’t he needed to say it. “I’ll be careful my love. I’m going to go slow. I won’t hurt you.”

He lay over her and positioned himself pushing against her opening, meeting the resistance there. Sam entered her one slow inch at a time. When he was fully within her, he heard Y/N whimper and felt her arms encircle his neck. “Sam.”

Sam wasn’t surprised she knew his name. He was certain of everything he had said to Dean. They had both agreed to this joining long ago; they knew each other. Sam held Y/N close to him. “Are you okay, Love?”

She responded by tightening her hold around him. “Yes. I’m fine. Please don’t stop. I’ve waited such a long time for you.” Sam made love to Y/N with slow, controlled thrusts paying close attention to any sign of discomfort from her.

She accepted him and moved her body in rhythm with his. When she climaxed, Sam spoke her name and said, “I love you” before filling her with his seed. Y/N clung to him breathing heavily. He slipped from her body and covered her face with soft kisses. Her breathing at last slowed, and she blinked open her eyes. They were the most beautiful Y/E/C Sam had ever seen.

Y/N lifted her hand and lay her palm against Sam’s cheek. Her voice was like the soft sound of a Spring breeze blowing through the trees. “I dreamed of you. Just like this.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “You’re finally here.”

Sam smiled at her, his dimples deepening on his cheeks. “Nothing I ever dreamed came close to your sweetness and beauty.” He kissed Y/N again, and she opened her mouth beneath his once more sealing their bond.

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The Princess Bride-A Supernatural Retelling-Part 5

Series Master List My Master List

A/:N: I have added/changed dialogue in some parts to suit the story, sound a little more modern, or fit more with the character.

“I challenge you to a battle of wits.”

“For the Princess?” The smaller man asked. The man in black nodded. “Good, I accept.”

The taller man walked over and sat down at the table across from the still-blindfolded princess. “Then pour the wine and let’s get this party started.”

“To the death?” Metatron asked grimly.

“Is there any other way?” The man questioned with a cocky grin.

Metratron filled the man’s goblet and then his own with the rich red wine from the flask he carried with him, then he looked at the man expectantly. The man in black pulled a small glass vial from his pocket and uncorked it.

“Inhale this, but don’t touch.” He told Metatron, handling him the vial.

“I smell nothing,” Metatron commented, shaking his head and handing the vial back to him.

The man in black smiled coldly. “What you’re not smelling is called Iocaine Powder. It’s odorless, tasteless. dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadly poisons known to man.”

Metatron shrugged. “So?”

The man picked up both the goblets and turned away so they were hidden from the smaller man’s view. Then he made a point of switching them around a few times before placing one goblet in front of himself and one in front of Metatron.

“So where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun.” He told Metatron. “It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right, and who is dead.” The princess gave a very unladylike snort under her blindfold.

“But it’s so simple,” Metatron sneered. “All I have to do is figure out from what I know of you. Are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet? A clever man would put the poison in his own goblet because he knows only a great fool would reach for what he was given.”

“Impressive.” The man said in a bored voice as he stifled a yawn.

“I am not a great fool. so I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of you. But you knew I was not a great fool, in fact, you counted on it, so I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of me.” Metatron was starting to sweat slightly.

“So have you decided then?” The man asked.

“Not by a long shot.” Metatron snapped. “Iocaine comes from Austrailia. And everyone knows Austrailia was founded by criminals. Criminals are used to having people not trust them just like I don’t trust you so I clearly can’t choose the wine in front of you.”

“You figure that out all by yourself?” The man in black said with a smirk.

The smaller man continued on as though he hadn’t spoken. “And you must have suspected I’d know the powder's origin, so I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of me.”

The man rolled his eyes behind his black mask. “You’re just stalling now.”

“YOU’D LIKE TO THINK THAT, WOULDN”T YOU?” Metatron bellowed. “You’ve beaten my giant, which means you’re exceptionally strong. So you could have put the poison in your own goblet trusting in your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.”

“Are you done yet?”

“But you also bested my swordsman which means you’ve studied. And if you studied you would have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far away from yourself as possible so I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of me.” Metatron was grinning widely now.

“You’re trying to trick me into giving something away. It won’t work.” The man assured him.

“It has worked! You’ve given everything away!” Metatron said gleefully. “I know where the poison is!”

“Then make your damn choice!” The man in black growled, clearly having lost his patience.

“I will! And I choose.......what in the world can that be?” Metatron asked with concern, pointing to a spot in the distance behind the man.

While the man in black turned around to look, the other man switched the goblets around. “What? Where? I don’t see anything!” The man said, turning back around.

“I could have sworn I saw something. Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” Metatron said as he gave a little chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” The man demanded.

“I’ll tell you in a minute. First, let’s drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.” The men picked up their respective goblets, saluted each other, and drank.

“You guessed wrong.” The man in black said wryly.

“You only think I guessed wrong! That’s what’s so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned!” I have a lot of crimes to answer for, boy. There is no way I am ready to meet my maker just yet!” He began to laugh maniacally over and over, his voice loud and mocking.

Then he abruptly stopped laughing and fell over sideways, dead. The man glanced at him briefly before jumping up and taking the blindfold off of the princess’ eyes. “Who are you?” She asked immediately, blinking up at him.

“I’m not someone you want to mess with, sweetheart.” He told her firmly.

"And to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.” She said almost to herself as he untied her.

“They were both poisoned.” He told her coldly as he pulled her to her feet. “I spent the last few years building up an immunity to Iocaine Powder." He grabbed her hand and began to pull her away with him from the table on the hilltop.

Prince Lucifer was walking around a clearing surrounded by a wall of rocks, looking intently at the scuff marks on the ground and surrounding rocks. “Someone has beaten a giant.” He announced to his men. “There will be great suffering if she dies.”

Part 6

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reidsaurora · 3 years ago

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emmy hi!!

28, 56, 119, 123

hi, Natalie! i've never seen you in my box before, so welcome!! ❤️

28. Favorite movie? ⇒ my all time favorite movie is The Princess Bride. i associate it with so many happy memories from my infusion days (#justsickgirlthings lol). it's truly the definition of comfort movie for me. other than that, I love Monsters Inc. (another comfort movie), A Week Away, and the Kissing Booth movies :)

56. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? ⇒ aaahhh, i hate this question because there's so many good options 😩 something in me wants to say MGG, but i feel like i'd freeze up and forget every word in the English language 🤣 same with JarPad, i'm trying to meet him in September but I'm literally so nervous bc idk what I'm gonna say lol!! uh, i guess my serious answer would be Bailee Madison. she's pretty much my main acting inspiration. she stays true to herself and continues to be kind and humble no matter how famous she gets.

119. Learned another language? ⇒ i technically have. i learned Spanish in freshman year of high school, but i probably couldn't form a single Spanish sentence bc i was basically teaching myself (#justhomeschoolthings). i would love to learn actual Spanish and Italian though if i ever get the chance!

123. Dyed my hair? ⇒ i have... many many times 🤣 i've done green twice (it was at this point that i learned NOT to use kool-aid), blue twice, purple (also learned NOT to use Splat brand dye), i once dyed it back to my natural color on the ends. that might be it? i actually wanna do this to my hair when i get some money, but with this shade of pink, i also wanna do the same hair style with the bangs but like this for SPN Con in September bc me and @bfunsolvedboys are cosplaying Daphne and Velma :)

These were super fun! Thanks for all the questions (even if my answers were long lol)! ❤️

ask me some of these questions 🤗❤️

#asks #inbox #anons #anon ask #anon asks #thanks moot!#emmy interacts

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jdumblr · 7 years ago

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J2 Out & About — Nov 16 to 26 2017

Relevant events:

HonCon 2017 — Nov 17 to 19

J2 had the following week off — Nov 20 to 24

Thanksgiving — Nov 23

Jared in California for a meeting among other things

Nov 16, Thursday

Jared, California

Fan posts picture with Jared in Santa Monica, CA

She mentions him showing her his Swiss watch (fan is Swiss) and she later comments Jensen wasn't with him.

On that same day, Jared is spotted by several other people, between L.A. and Santa Monica.

(x)

This fan serves Jared at a restaurant and comments he was by himself:

Jensen, Vancouver

Fan reports traveling from Vancouver to Hawaii on the same plane as Jensen. Jared wasn't on board.

Nov 17, Friday

Jensen, Hawaii

A lategram from a fan places Jensen at the island of Oahu, where Honolulu is located, at the Four Seasons Resort O‘ahu at Ko Olina, as per the same fan's previous IG posts.

She comments Jensen was alone

Jared, California

Fans take pictures with Jared in Burbank, CA, in the afternoon.

A drop from Goss says Jared was shopping in Santa Monica, with a guy.

A fan in L.A. tweets about meeting Jared at the Warner Bros

While Jared was in Hawaii, on Monday morning, he sent a belated Happy Birthday video to his friend @/rockadivepolyfusion. He said he'd intended to do that a couple of days earlier, but by the time he got home from his meetings, after he dealt with Tom, Shep and G, he spaced out because "LA does that to me."

Jensen, Hawaii

In the evening, fans spot Jensen at the Four Seasons

Nov 18, Saturday

Jensen, Hawaii

SPN Make-up artist Kara Alaric posts a picture with Jensen

Jensen was also spotted at a boutique, still in Oahu

On the same day, G appears on an IG Story from her friend @/deardalan in Beverly Hills, and posts a series of pictures and videos to her IG Stories announcing she's in L.A. for a day—a busy one apparently, from meals, to new eyelashes, to meeting different friends. She also posts a picture with Tom saying "they" are packing for a family vacation

Meanwhile Jared...

Is in Hawaii, playing guitar while Jensen sings

Nov 19, Sunday

A Blissful #J2Day @ the @J2LoveCon

Jensen

Says goodbye to Hawaii... Or not...

Nov 20, Monday

Jared

Fan spots Jared (and maybe Jensen), part of the cast/crew and Megan at the Pearl Harbor Memorial

She tells her tale and mentions Jensen possibly being the man in a black shirt, and shorts, to Jared's right

Another fan who also saw them at the same place says the man wasn't Jensen

Another fan spots Jared at the same place

Megan posts a picture at the airport saying her airline company left her stranded but she was lucky enough to end up on the plane in the picture—Jared's plane. They went from Oahu to Maui.

Stephen Norton, from Lauden Swain, posts a snapchat video of the moment above

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G posts a picture of her kids in bathing suits, implying she got to Hawaii, but we don't get any confirmation that she was indeed there on that day.

Nov 21, Tuesday

Jared

Stephen Norton posts another snapchat video, this time at a resort in Wailea, Maui

youtube

Jensen

D posts an IG picture of just JJ implicitly placing Jensen in Austin. JJ has a what looks like a Hawaiian flower bracelet on her wrist.

Her caption throws a clever shade to G's #ad IG posts. She later changes the caption removing the advertising hashtag.

A couple of hours later, Jensen posts a video of himself and JJ, watching The Princess Bride, where he explains the tribulations of Inigo Montoya to his daughter, tagging it as #lifelessons

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The logo from BBC America can be seen on the TV and the channel's schedule matches the day/time Jensen posted the video, placing him in Austin.

Jensen's tattoo is visible peeking out of the hem of his shirt, what also dates the video as not old.

Nov 22, Wednesday

Jensen

The Family Business Beer Company posts a picture of Jensen working at the brewery at 6:53am CT.

Jared

G posts a picture of herself and Jared at a beach. Pay attention to Jared's beard (the real one, on his face).

On that same day, Jared is pictured with a fan at the Four Seasons Resort, and she comments he was by himself. Notice how his beard has grown.

Later that day, G posts a few pics/vids to her IG stories featuring Jared and the boys. Notice his beard length one more time, and also how the boys are wearing the same shirts as the picture from the 20th.

Nov 23, Thursday (Thanksgiving)

Jared

A fan spots Jared not at the Four Seasons, but at a different resort, the same one Norton snapchatted from on Tuesday. Post was up at 10:39p, Hawaii Time.

No mention of wife or kids

Jensen

D posts a nondescript picture of volunteers preparing a Thanksgiving meal to people at La Grange, TX, 1h from Austin. She tags Jensen.

Steve Carlson posts an IG Story with D at the same place Jensen was watching the movie with JJ.

Tank posts a picture of his phone screen with Jensen FaceTiming a volunteer at La Grange

The ceiling of the place Jensen is at matches the renovated living room at his house, in Austin

Nov 24, Friday

Jared

G throws shadow back at D with her blog post about Thanksgiving. She says she would rather reflect upon things she's thankful for than being in the kitchen, a direct jab at D's culinary skills and Steve's picture of them cooking.

Nov 25, Saturday

Jensen

The Family Business Beer Company posts a picture of Jensen working at the brewery at 6:53am CT. Notice how Jensen is wearing the same outfit as he was in the picture of the 22nd.

Jared

G posts a series of IG Stories and pictures of herself and the boys at the beach. Shep's hair looks shorter than in the IG Stories from days before

Nov 26, Sunday

Jared

G posts an IG Story with Jared and Odette. Jared's beard is full again.

Bonus: Jared's magical beard

#J2 Out & About #Timeline of J2 Thanksgiving 2017 #J2112017 #Hawaii #112017 #Nov 16 to 26 2017 #timeline

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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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Danger Zone

Summary: Both brothers want you - a pleasant dream, isn’t it?

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, smut, unprotected sex, voyeurism, dom!Sam, light degrading, mentions of plan b, comforting, a hint of choking (not really), plot twist

A/N: That’s the end of the story. Read Part 1 & Part 2 first.

Divider by @writeyourmindaway <3

Over the last days, Dean and you walk around the bunker as if you are walking on eggshells. Whilst Sam tries to bond with you again, Dean tries to stay as far away from you as possible.

Just like now. Sam offered to prepare breakfast to break the tension, but Dean just grabbed a slice of toast and almost ran out of the kitchen.

“I should be the one acting strange,” Sam huffs, watching you poke the food with a fork, not eating. “Maybe we should talk to Dean again. He was a demon and…”

“It’s not just that, Sam,” you sigh, meeting your boyfriend's gaze. “I think he’s disappointed as I took plan B. I heard him mumbling something like ‘not worth being her baby’s father’. Do you think he hates me?”

“Y/N, the last days were not a sexual adventure you wanted on free terms. Even though you enjoyed it,” clearing his throat Sam plays with the veggies on his plate, “the demon forced you to a certain point.”

“I can’t be mad at Dean,” while you play with your food Sam grasps for your hand, squeezing it tightly. “It’s not as if I never imagined having sex with your brother. I am an awful girlfriend, Sam. How can I have dirty fantasies about your brother?”

“Baby girl, come here,” Sam rounds the kitchen island to bring you in his arms. He is just holding you, not caring you wet his shirt with your tears or that you press your body desperately to his warm chest. “I love you, okay. No matter what you will decide, I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too but,” sniffling you look up at Sam, giving him a sad smile, “I can’t help myself when I am close to your brother. I don’t know if it’s love or lust. I am confused…”

Sam’s large hand curls around your throat, letting your heart race. You feared Sam will never touch you again, give you what you need, but he’s determined to show you that even though his brother touched you, you are his girl.

“Look at you, baby girl,” Sam purrs behind you, a smirk on his lips feeling you swallow thickly. “So needy, so ready to get me inside this tight little cunt.”

“Sam, please," desperate to feel Sam you push back onto him, rubbing your slick cunt against his throbbing length. “Baby…”

“No begging, Y/N. You know the rules,” you whine, still, you shut your mouth, waiting for Sam to fill you. “My girl needs a thick Winchester cock to fuck the neediness out of her.”

No one would ever assume Sam is a dirty talker or a kinky bastard in the bedroom. He is always soft and caring around others but here he is, enjoying the fact he has you at his mercy, all strung out.

“Please,” you beg again, earning a slap to your ass. “I need you,” Sam slides his length through your folds, holding back the need to just fill you. “I want you…”

“Do you want me?” He husks against your ear, squeezing your throat a little, just to make you feel he is in control. “Is that what you want. Exchanging one brother for the other again?”

When he slips the blunt head inside you fall back against his chest, pressing the back of your head into his shoulder. “Good girl, such a good girl,” his cock splits you open, filling you perfect to bring tears to your eyes.

“So good,” you whimper, writhing on his length whilst Sam holds you to his body, not moving an inch. “Sam, please. I’ll be good.”

“You will,” Sam purrs into your ear, nibbling at your ear shell. “I know you’ll always be my good girl. Now,” the first thrust makes you cry out. Sex with Sam always teeters on the edge of pain, the good kind of pain. “Just relax, Y/N.”

“I want to feel you, Sam,” you are flat on your belly seconds later, Sam doesn’t give you time to take a breath before he’s back inside of you, not caring you will feel him for days. “Please.”

Dean is pacing around the hallway. Moments ago, he wanted to talk to his brother and you, now he must listen to your moans whilst his brother calls you his girl.

“His girl, never mine,” mumbling the words Dean presses his head against the door, even though the noises you make for the wrong brother let his heart clench in his chest. “Never mine…”

“Sam,” your body jolts toward the headboard with every powerful snap of his hips.

Sam is wild tonight, like an alpha ready to mark his territory again. “Take me, baby girl. All of me is yours. Can you feel me in your belly?”

You would answer Sam but the way he holds your hips in a tight grip, his cock slamming into you and the fact you heard Dean call your name outside the room presses nothing but cries and moans out of you.

“Yeah, I think you will come for me. Maybe we invite Dean to watch and use this tight pussy too,” you can hear the anger in Sam’s voice but he calls for his brother before you can answer. “Come inside and watch her getting fucked, Dean.”

“Sam,” you fist the sheets, try anything to keep the approaching high at bay. “I want to cum,” Sam hums watching his brother walk into the room. “There he is baby girl. Now ask Dean to let you cum.”

“Please, D’, I need to cum,” tears run down your cheeks. Your body craves the toe-curling and earth-shattering release, but the elder brother looks at Sam, a smirk on his lips. “Please?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Did you earn it? Did you tell Sammy you’re sorry for fucking his big brother?” you nod eagerly, giving Dean your sweetest pout, the one he cannot resist. “I think she deserves to cum, Sammy.”

“You heard Dean,” another thrust and another dirty word leaving the brother's lips and you are a goner. You shiver feeling Dean fist your hair roughly while his brother still pumps into you as if he wants to break you tonight.

“I-uh, god,” you look at Dean, never breaking-eye contact whilst his brother pushes you over the edge. Dean steals the silent scream with his lips, smirking as he can see Sam slip out of you to cum all over your ass.

“If you go in bare, pull out. We don’t need little Winchesters yet,” Sam smirks, slapping your ass before he leaves the bed. “She’s all yours, brother.”

“My pleasure,” Dean grins, while you cannot process your boyfriend just offered you to his brother, the demon he wanted to kill not days ago. “I’ll be gentle, sweetheart. Just fuck the neediness out of you.”

Dean crawls onto the bed, growling your name and your world turns upside down when your boyfriend sits on the bed to watch his brother slide home in one go.

“That’s our girl, look at her, Dean,” Sam praises a soft smile on his lips. You nod eagerly, feeling lightheaded. Your vision becomes blurry and before you can bring out a word you lose consciousness.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Celeste pats your cheek. “It’s normal to pass out before a wedding.”

Looking up at your friend with wide and fearful eyes you swallow the lump in your throat, remembering the man who waits at the altar, the man you chose over the brothers years ago.

“I…I don’t feel good,” you get up to run toward the exit of the church, panting heavily as the door flings open and two men enter the church. “Sam? Dean?”

“We didn’t want to miss the wedding,” Dean stammers, not meeting your eyes. “I know we never talked after Sam came to the motel room, but I thought.”

“I…I mean we decided we should at least say ‘hi’ and congratulations,” Sam clears his throat, hiding the aching in his heart.

It has been two years since that night, the night Sam freed you. You ran, and never looked back, but here and now you look over your shoulder at a man you barely know waiting for you to become his wife. “I…I need to get away from here, boys. Do you know a place to be?”

“Sammy, I think we are stealing the bride,” Dean grins watching his brother pick you up to throw you over his shoulder.

“Sorry, but we are on ‘stealing the bride duty’, dude. I mean, enjoy the cake and all. I don’t think she’ll be back anytime soon,” you squeal when Sam starts to run after his brother.

“We will never let you go again, baby girl. You’re ours,” Sam pants, looking over his shoulder as your fiancé decided to chase after the brothers.

“Well, hurry up and we can talk about anything else later. I got a few bags hidden in a motel room outside of town,” giving you a wink Dean grins at your words.

“I suggest we get out of the danger zone first…”

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alleiradayne · 7 years ago

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Movie Night

(so apparently that gif exists. anyhoops... )

For: @chaos-and-the-calm67‘s 80s Writing Challenge

Title: Movie Night

Author: AlleiraDayne

Featuring: Sam x Female Reader, standard SPN universe post season 12.

Rating: NSFW (smut, language)

Word Count: 1,844

It’s movie night, and Sam’s asked you to pick an 80s film he’s never seen. Problem is, he’s seen damn near all of them.

Author’s Note: This is the first time I’ve written reader/you insert. And I’m not crazy about it. It’s restrictive in sentence syntax and diction due to the constant use of the “you” pronoun. But, all that said, I still enjoyed it, and it gave me an excuse to write about Sam doing all sorts of naughty things.

“Die Hard.”

Why bother asking? Without a doubt, John Winchester had educated his children in the ways of Bruce Willis. And Sam’s scowl will never let you forget it, his brow angled like a raptor’s wings in flight. “Give me a break, that was our mandatory Christmas movie every year.”

“Alright, alright, it was worth a shot,” you abide. “Lemme think a minute.”

With fingers laced behind your head, you lean back in the chair, the tips of Sam’s deft thumbs digging into the knots on the bottoms of your feet. The silence of the bunker permeates your mind, sluggish and struggling to remember the movies of your own childhood. On the table rests your laptop, a list of movies glowing bright, searched to aid in your guessing game.

“The Goonies.”

“Okay, now I’m offended,” he states as he digs deep and you gasp, a sharp shock lancing up your leg.

“Hey!” you shout with a laugh as you straighten in your chair. “Gentle! That’s a good one.”

“Oh,” he hums with his own smirk. “You mean right�� here?”

His thumbs dig in again, another bolt of pain numbing your toes. “Stop that!” you hiss with a giggle as you swat at his hands. “It hurts so good!”

“Then keep looking,” he insists with a nod towards the laptop. “There’s only a couple I haven’t seen. If you find one, we’ll watch it.”

“And what if I don’t find one?” you ask.

Another prod of his thumbs replies, followed by an appraising quirk of his brow. Nose scrunched, you return his scowl, but Sam laughs despite your glare.

“Just wait until tonight when these are ice cold,” you tease with a wiggle of your toes. “I’ll warm them up on your thighs.”

His laughter cuts off with a click of his teeth, Sam’s hazel glare serious as a heart attack. “Don’t even think about it,” he mutters, and his subtle shift in tactic races gooseflesh along your leg, the tips of his fingers light on your ankles. “Pick!”

God dammit. Focusing with Sam’s hands plying your flesh, the innocent skin of your toes, calves, the backs of your knees, proved impossible. “Raiders,” you blurt in a rush of air.

“I’m beginning to think you’re not even trying,” he whispers as his hands slip along your thighs. “Y/N?”

Son of a bitch. “Ghostbusters. Aliens. Empire. Blade Runner. Sixteen Candles.”

Sam’s scoff of disapproval draws yours eyes from the laptop, his own coy smirk far too confident. “You’re close,” he mutters under his breath. Nimble fingers grasp the belt loops of your jeans and jerk the chair to him. A breathless gasp sneaks past parted lips, and his massive hands grip your thighs, thumbs biting into your muscles. “So close,” he whispers, lips on your ear and breath scalding your skin.

“Shit,” you mutter, “ah… Princess Bride. Lost Boys. Karate Kid.”

“Excellent movies,” Sam agrees with a press of his lips to your neck. “But I’ve seen them all.”

An unbidden whimper floats to the surface, buoyed by a fresh wave of arousal. “Weird Science?”

Sam’s deep laughter, sung through his nose, rivals the sweetest music. “Nice try,” he replies as he slides from his chair to kneel between your thighs. “But no dice.”

Shit, but this was difficult. Not only were the 80s rife with cult classics, attempting to find the select few Sam had yet to see bordered on impossible with his lips and tongue on your neck, trailing kisses along your collar. “Evil Dead… Jedi… Bill and Ted…”

“Keep going,” he moans into the hollow of your neck.

Fuck.

In a bid for control, your hands seek his hair, his thick brown locks the perfect leverage, but to no avail. Your grip falls slack as Sam follows the plunging neckline of your shirt, lips guided by the curve of your breasts. “Uh… Rambo. Coming to America. E.T.”

“Seen ‘em,” he breaths into your flesh.

How unlucky? Then again, with Sam’s lips on your skin, unlucky opposed every sensation, every rush of arousal that dizzied your vision, spinning the room with relentless assault. But it’s when you search the screen of the laptop one last time that his fingers grasp your shirt, dipping into your bra and revealing the taut nipple of a breast. “Anymore guesses?” he whispers with a lick of his lips, dangerously close to the rosy pink flesh.

Another whimper drags from your chest, breath in short supply as his lips part and he nears the peak. “I don’t… God dammit, I don’t know,” you whine, “there’s too many.”

“Oh, you can find it,” Sam sighs, his breath scalding the sensitive skin. “It’s obvious at this point.”

You grunt in frustration, unable to fathom the obvious with so many movies remaining, let alone Sam’s distractions. Sci-fi, drama, action, you balk at the options, too numerous. And if you don’t act soon, movie night would be postponed, for Sam’s eager lips hovered, a mere inch shy of your skin, tongue reaching with a slow stretch. With one more glance to the laptop, you find your saving grace, the movie standing out clear as day.

“An American Werewolf in London.”

His lips close around your nipple, sucking you into his mouth and tongue swirling around the taut bud. A sharp, gasping cry of amazement rushes to the ceiling, your back arching for more. Tongue and lips work in perfect rhythm to extract every ounce of pleasure from you, and the prayers, the benedictions of praise run from your lips in a babbling mess. God, if the punishment for being wrong was Sam Winchester’s divine lips feasting on your body, why bother ever being right?

The button of your jeans pops apart with a flick of his fingers, zipper drawing in a tantalizing drag, and Sam’s eyes lock with yours. Lewd sucking sounds fill your ears, coupled with his quiet moans, so soft it might be your imagination. But unbidden rolls of your hips encourage him, eager for more, and he obliges, sucking harder, fingertips biting into your skin, and his hand slips into your pants.

He gasps, a short breath paired with a wet pop as your breast falls from his lips and two of his long, thick fingers fill you. His ravenous moan sings with yours, the chorus of your lust rising to the heavens in a dizzying rush of arousal. Son of a bitch, but he was good. Mere seconds of his attention reduced you to a puddle of raw arousal, his name and more and please, yes, God, that’s so good and holy shit, I’m so close your mantras, repeated like a prayer desperate for absolution. And in a way, it is; as Sam’s free hand tugs aside the fabric covering your other breast, he answers your every ask, the tip of his tongue stiff against your hardened peak. He teases you, drawing out your pleasure until you writhe in your chair, squirming as he struggles to hold you, pinning you with his weight, but it’s too much, and his lips suck you into his mouth, cheeks hollowed as his eyes find yours again, and his fingers—

A cry of shock rents the air, your moan creeping ever higher, transcending into a final whimper as Sam withdraws, a languid stroke of your sex. You seek leverage again, some measure of control, a semblance of stability in the torrent of arousal lest you drift out to sea, forever lost in the storm. And so, you reach out, the fingers of one hand diving into his hair again and wrenching him from your breast. It falls from his mouth with another lewd pop, undulating with heaving breaths.

And when his lips meet yours in a greedy, hungry kiss, the entire world shatters, exploding into a million tiny pieces. Sweet and warm with the subtle tang of beer lingering on his tongue, you devour him, consuming everything he gives to you. But it’s not enough. You need more, a foundation, something solid, whole, and your free hand flies to the table searching for that reality.

But your fingers smack the keyboard of your laptop instead.

Call it serendipity, call it ironic, hell, call it a coincidence, but to you in that moment, with Sam’s hand buried in your pants and his lips crushing yours, ticking clocks and Back to the Future could fuck right off.

Sam freezes, fingers shuddering and tongue slipping from your mouth as his attention turns to the laptop, clocks ticking in earnest. You follow his wide-eyed stare to the screen where your searching hand managed to start the 80s sci-fi classic. And then he parts from you, hand abandoning your center as he stares, mouth agape and brow creeping toward his hairline.

Perfect. Way to ruin the moment, Y/N, way to ruin perfect foreplay preceding what was sure to be a night of amazing sex, and god dammit, you’d been so fucking patient since teaming up with Sam and his brother, it was about time the two of you—

“Are you… did you do that on purpose?”

“No!” you shout as you smack the keyboard again, pausing the movie. “I hit it on accident.”

“Huh,” he laughs, a short chuckle though his nose. “That’s it.”

A dark scowl furrows your brow as you glare at Sam. “What?”

“I’ve never seen Back to the Future,” he explains, “I suppose we can watch it now. Unless you want—”

Your lips silence him, grasp tightening in his hair, and the smallest whimper from Sam's throat hums through your entire body, a coursing rush of arousal seeking release. And Sam acquiesces, his tongue parting your lips and drowning your senses once more. The seconds drag for an eternity, stretching as if to grant you more time in that moment, until Sam parts from you.

“Do you want to watch it now or—” he starts but the thought drifts into a moan.

The flat of your hand smooths along his stiffened length in his jeans, reaching the belt buckle and unfastening it. The button of his pants follows in quick succession, and Sam’s awed gaze unravels your every restraint.

“Later,” you whisper against his lips.

Sam’s strength never ceases to amaze you, but as he grasps your backside and lifts you from the chair, another pathetic sigh graces your lips. Across the bunker he carries you to his room, but at his door, he hesitates. Ever the gentleman, Sam checks in again, warm, hazel eyes alight with excitement.

“You sure?”

One more kiss ought to drive your point home, and so your lips crush his, rough and greedy and insistent. Sam throws the door wide open, kicked with a heavy thud of his boot, and he rushes to his bed, wasting no time as he lays you upon the mattress. With your bodies flush, the kiss lingers, easing to a tender touching of lips and soft swipes of the tongue until he parts from you again.

“Later, then?” he asks one last time.

A coy smirk hooks the corner of your lips as you unzip his pants, his moan piercing the silence.

“Much later.”

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luciisthebest · 8 years ago

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Inconceivable!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The Princess Bride meets Supernatural in this AU.

Warnings: None I don’t think.

Word Count: 1,086

A/N: Ok so this is my first AU. I hope it’s not to confusing and if you need a list of character pleases let me know. I do plan on making this a short series so please let me know what you think of this and I hope you enjoy it.

You hated Prince Humperdinck with a passion. When he had asked you to marry him, you said yes only because you didn’t have much of a choice. Your one true love was dead and you had lost all purpose to live.

Even now sitting across from him, you glared at him as you ate your soup.

“What’s wrong my darling, is the soup not to your liking?” He pretended to be concerned.

“Oh drop the act Humperdinck. Oh, my apologies. I forgot that I was supposed to address you by your first name. My soup is just fine Crowley, thank you for pretending to care.” You sarcastically responded.

“Oh little dove, when will you learn? You are to be queen, so I very much so care for you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah okay, whatever you say. Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to retire to my bedchamber. We have a big day tomorrow and I’d like to be well rested.” You pushed away from the the table and stood up.

“Of course. Tomorrow the people will meet their new princess and future queen. It is indeed a big day. Goodnight darling.”

Without a word of acknowledgement, you walked out of the room. Walking through the halls of the castle you pondered how you had got here.

It had all happened when your dear Dean had been captured and murdered by the Dread Pirate Roberts. The day you had found out about his death, was the day you lost all will to live. You knew you would never love again but when Humperdinck had asked for your hand you didn’t refuse him. Now you had so many regrets.

~~The Next Day~~

You waited nervously for your cue. This was going to be the moment that you were introduced to the people as their princess and future queen. Hearing the sounds of trumpets, you started walking down the aisle. The people bowed down to you in reverence and you couldn’t help but shift in discomfort. You wanted none of this.

After the ceremony, you went for your daily horseback ride. Anymore, this was the only thing that brought joy in your life. Riding towards the river you came across three men. One was tall with long shaggy hair, one was a little shorter with black hair and electric blue eyes, and the other was older, with a bald spot and grey hair.

“A word my lady.” The older man said. “We are poor, lost troupe of players. Is there a village nearby?”

You shook your head. “No there is isn’t anything for miles.”

The man gave you a smug smile. “Good, then nobody can hear you scream.“

“Wha-” you were cut off when the man with the blue eyes reached up and somehow knocked you unconscious.

Coming to, the first thing you noticed was it was night time. Sitting up you found yourself on a boat.

“Zachariah, the princess has awoken.” The man with blue eyes called out.

The older man looked over. “What did I tell you? Do not call me by that name. You are to call me Vizzinni. Remember we have aliases. You’re Fezzik and he’s Inigo. Try and get that through your thick skull!“

The man named Fezzik tilted his head in confusion, “but my name is Castiel and he is…”

“Shut up!!! Just stop talking.” Zachariah threw his hands up in the air.

“Not to interrupt, but I think someone might be following us.” The man they called Inigo said.

Taking advantage of their distraction, you jumped out of the boat and into the water. You could hear the three men frantically panicking in an effort to retrieve you. Swimming away from the boat, you began to hear shrieking noises.

“Do you know what that sound is, Highness? Those are the shrieking eels.” You heard Zachariah shout at you.

It was becoming harder and harder to hear what he was saying as the shrieking grew louder. Something bumped up against you in the water and you screamed. Seeing one of the monsters swimming towards you, you braced yourself for death, but it never came. Castiel lifted you out of the water and dumped you back into the boat.

Zachariah quickly tied your hands together and began whispering with the other men.

~~~~~

As daybreak broke, the boat the had been following you all night had drawn quite close. Zachariah was crowing in victory as land drew near. And any hope of escape was quickly disappearing. Castiel looked concerned as he kept looking at the ship behind you. “Look! He’s right on top of us. I wonder if he’s using the same wind we are using.”

Zachariah rolled his eyes and ignored him.

“Sam, I really think we should be worried.” Castiel insisted.

So the man they had been calling Inigo was actually named Sam. Hmmm that was good to know. You tucked that bit of information away.

“Stop worrying about it, we’re almost there.” Sam glanced over at the cliffs as they drew closer.

The boat came into a harbor where Castiel dragged you out of the boat.

“The cliffs of insanity. Fezzik you need to start climbing!” Zachariah ordered.

“Or we could just use the stairs.” You pointed out.

The three men looked over in surprise.

Zachariah turned and glared at you. “We take the stairs. Quickly now! Move!”

You were then forced to run up the stairs as fast as you could.

“Vezzini, I do believe he is gaining on us.” Sam said from behind you.

“Inconceivable!” Zachariah looked perplexed. “Move faster!” He urged you on.

Reaching the top, you turned and looked down. Farther down, you could see a man in black running up the stairs. There was something oddly familiar about how he moved but you were not able to ponder upon it.

Castiel pushed on a crumbling wall the was next to you, causing the wall to collapsed and blocked the entrance to the stairs.

It bothered you that there was something familiar about the man but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

Lost in thought you hardly noticed when Castiel came over and grabbed the ropes wrapped around your wrists tugging you away from the rocks, leading you deeper into the wilderness.

Part 2

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amwritingmeta · 7 years ago

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I just read your thoughts on S13 potentially being the last season and just knew you were the right person for my question! (PS, I really want them to make 300 too :D) Anyway, to the question: I read on TVTropes a while back that Dean is the main-ish character, I guess, and before everyone gets their knickers in a knot, he's the main in that for the most part, the story we get is from Dean's POV, if you know what I mean? Anyway, I was wondering if you a) agree and b) can explain how and why?

Hello, Nonny!

Yes, indeed, I was convinced for a while that S13 would be the last! I’m still overtly certain they are in serious countdown mode and I have trouble seeing them going beyond S14, if even that far. But these writers are miracle workers in their own right and can spin narrative like a miller’s daughter can spin her hair into gold, so I’m sure they’ll deliver and I shouldn’t be banging a drum that the series is wrapping up before there’s confirmation. (I bang cymbals instead)

Thank you for your patience and for the compliment in your vote of confidence!! I hope you see this reply, you’ve been waiting an age and a half. *hangs head* *head pops up* *hands rub together*

Let’s get to it!

a) Do I agree that Dean is the main-ish character?

Yes.

b) Can I explain how and why?

Yes.

Pleasure taking your ask and I hope I’ve answered it to your satisfaction.

Of course I’m kidding. You didn’t think I’d answer your ask with such a brief, short-winded, to-the-point reply, did you? DID YOU? *maniacal laugh* (this is why answering asks takes you so long) (what?) (because you have to make it into a thing) (I am NOT) (you’re arguing with yourself in parenthesis right now) (shut up)

Dean, Dean, Dean.

What’s not to love about strong, brave, driven, insecure, flawed, angry, broken, smart, funny, charming, loyal, loving, caring, soft, self-loathing, devastatingly handsome, control freak Dean Winchester? There really isn’t much there that doesn’t make you love him more. Even those negative sides are what makes him feel so real, so grounded, so damn human. (ooohhh “human”ity references starting early are they?) (you’re not doing that through this whole ask) (FINE)

Dean didn’t start out as our protagonist - which is just a fancy word for main-ish character, btw. I can stick with main-ish character, except autocorrect wants to make it “mannish” character, which, granted, is fucking hilariously fitting (point one, autocorrect), but makes me feel protagonist will make the writing of this answer a wee bit quicker. So - protagonist it is.

Dean didn’t start out as our protagonist because the Pilot is driven by and centred around Sam. That said, a part of me, a wii part of me (the one not always holding the controls) believes it’s possible Kripke wanted to write a story about a young man struggling with his identity due to shit from the past, who slowly grows to accept himself as he finds that he’s falling in love with an angel. (a literal angel of the Lord) (straight outta Heaven) And then there’s a brother and a great car and classic rock and ghosts and shit.

It’s just that, however enticing we find it (I’m salivating right now) such a tale is a hard sell.

No, let me rephrase that, back in 2005 that was either an impossible sell or a sell that meant a corner niche market and maybe a handful of episodes at most, or, more likely, an indie film and a festival circuit run. So Kripke didn’t go for the hard sell, he went for this sell:

SAM is pulled back into the life he left behind when his girlfriend is brutally murdered. Together with his brother he follows in the trail of their missing father, tracking the killer that, twenty years ago, was responsible for their mother’s death. Along the way Sam will begin to uncover the truth that’s been hidden from him since the night his mother died: the truth of who he really is.

Easy af. That show? Yeah, I’d watch that show. Hell, we are ALL watching that show, right? This is what makes Supernatural one of the greatest shows on Earth: the depth of the angles, the sharpness of the edges. Nothing is simple here. I can watch the Pilot and nod and say, yes, this is Sam’s story. Clearly. His experiences as a baby are the focal point of the cold open, grown up Sam drives the narrative, he shows off his skill set, his story bookends the episode.

But Dean was never a side character, and he was never meant to be.

The narrative for the pilot may be centred on Sam, but Dean was always meant to take up space, to throw his weight around, to enter in shadow and mystery, hidden from view, cloaked, we don’t know if he’s friend or foe, we think he’s most likely a foe, Sam is BAMF with a gun, showing skills, but Dean’s entrance steals the moment because as soon as Sam says “Dean?” it clicks for us: the brother from the opening.

This introduction to grown Dean gives the impression there’s more to him than meets the eye, as he moves out of shadow into light (forever reminding me of BAMF Cas in that barn with the sparking and the uuunnnhhhhhh) and the point is - there is. And there was always meant to be so much more to him.

Now, that said, this is just me theorising.

I know that, as the story goes, Dean simply grew into the more popular character during S1 (sorry Sam) (but no surprise there) (because Dean is a much more complex character) (hence why he wasn’t the immediate choice for protagonist) (hence why they tested him out first) (and when he resonated with the audience) (they bumped him to protagonist) (again might just be me reading into things) (anywho) and since Dean was the more popular character it made sense that in 2x01 they let him take the actual lead in the narrative and he officially shouldered the Protagonist cape. And with it, the weight of the world. (aw Dean)

So, that’s me agreeing with the fact that Dean is, indeed, our main-ish character now, whether he was planned to be or simply moved into that position organically simply by being… well, Dean fucking Winchester.

And though I’ve touched on the gist of it above, here’s the How and Why to Dean being seen as the protagonist—>

The telltale signs of a protagonist is:

His character growth is central to the purpose of the plot

His choices are hinges for the turning points of the plot

His choices determine the overall course of the plot

The placement of secondary characters in the narrative is determined by how they relate to him

How the secondary characters relate to him affects or informs their choices and these choices will ultimately be meaningful in underlining or highlighting character traits in the protagonist - whether these traits are already known or brand new

That’s a lot of words babbling on about shit. Let me break it down in actual conversational language, shall I? Yuh-huh I shall!

1. —>

The journey a character goes through brings meaning to the story.

A character’s inner journey - their growth - is the emotional anchor for the audience into the narrative.

If there’s no one to bring us into the world that the narrative is exploring, then there’s no one for us to relate to.

In other words - why the fuck should we give half a toss about what’s happening in this world, right?

This is why the protagonist is most effective when he’s a multi-layered human being who begins his journey at a starting point that is going to reach an opposite bookend by the end of the story. That journey is our hook into the narrative - we want to see if the protagonist is successful and gets his reward, or if he refuses to learn and dies, or possibly a combination of both! We don’t know! It hopefully makes it very exciting! (if done right)

2 —>

The protagonist shouldn’t be passive in his own story

Meaning he should be the motor moving the narrative forward

The PLOT is there to throw the protagonist into sudden and new situations

These new situations force the protagonist to make CHOICES that service the narrative twofold:

By revealing character (ah, yes, the audience gets to see that the protagonist stands his ground and fights rather than flees)

By furthering the plot (a situation leads to a choice leads to a new situation leads to another choice, and so on)

The TURNING POINTS are the BIG CHOICES that the protagonist has to make where the character growth/progression is most clearly revealed to the audience. These choices usually comes at somewhat even intervals throughout the story and mark a NEW DIRECTION for the PLOT itself.

3 —>

A passive protagonist who is led by the hand makes for a dull watch.

Aurora in Sleeping Beauty is a prime example of a passive heroine.

She’s not in control, whatsoever, over her own fate.

The reason Sleeping Beauty is still a fun watch is because, at least in the Disney version, Aurora is not the protagonist: the fairies are. How? Well, let me tell you.

They convince the King that he must let them take his daughter

They make the choice to change their form and learn to live a human life in order to raise Aurora and keep her safe from Maleficent

They make the choice of telling Aurora who she really is when they learn she’s fallen in love

They make the difficult choice to bring her to the castle though her heart is broken

They’re confronted with their failure as Maleficent still gets Aurora to prick her finger

They choose to put the castle to sleep and to save the one person who can restore the kingdom: Prince Philip

They put themselves in peril for the love they have for their adoptive girl

And in the end they watch, proudly, as she takes her rightful place as princess, and bride to be, on Prince Philip’s arm

(*cough*SPN parallels*cough*)

Now, the fairies don’t go through that much of a change, not really, but they still go through a journey and one that could be called circular, rather than progressive: they end up where they began, having fulfilled their allotted “quest”, as t’were.

But this is how CHOICES that drive the PLOT also denotes the “hero” of the tale. (I like the word protagonist more because genderless) Sam, Dean and Cas have all of them made BIG CHOICES that have affected the plot, created twists and turns, and have progressed the narrative, and all of them are going through an internal journey that is changing how they understand themselves and their place in the world.

But Sam states in S11 that, however much he loves hunting he wouldn’t be doing it without Dean - his choice to hunt and do what he loves, as a secondary character, is tied to the protagonist’s continuous need to watch over him and keep him safe.

I’m not getting into the love story. I will never finish this answer if I get into the love story of it all. Safe to say that Cas is the protagonist of his own story, just as Sam is, just as EVERY secondary character if written well needs to be, but Cas’ story is not the core journey for the narrative of this show (or he would be in ALL THE EPISODES) (please be in more episodes in S13 Cas)

OH MY GOD THIS REPLY IS GETTING SO LONG I WANT TO SAY SORRYNOTSORRY! :D

4. & 5. —>

Secondary characters.

When you build a narrative, you usually begin with an idea of who your protagonist is, why this journey he or she is going on matters AT ALL to the world (why the fuck should anyone give half a toss) and what narrative setting is best suited as a backdrop and enhancement of this journey blah blah whatever.

No really, it’s important. Because the secondary characters are secondary for a reason. Your secondary characters are there to do exactly what the narrative setting is doing for the protagonist: enhance, underline, highlight, further, support, mirror, oppose, whatever challenge is needed to make the main character’s final goal - his or her endgame - perfectly clear to the audience.

Let’s look at Dean and what the narrative is telling us about his endgame.

He will not go out in a blaze of glory. He’s learned that he doesn’t have to. He’s GROWN UP. He has evolved past that machismo ideal of Butch and Sundance and bullets flying. Or, for that matter, that even older soldier’s adage of dying with honour.

Why has he grown out of that notion and into this new, adult view on reality?

Because of and thanks to the lessons he’s learned along the way - all of them owed to his helpers: the secondary characters that have either challenged his perception of himself and his place in the world, making him reflect on it, or that have supported the REAL HIM when he’s shown glimpses of him, underlining and highlighting the lesson that he is accepted and loved for who he is: he just has to accept himself, love himself

The main secondary characters - Sam and Castiel - still have individual arcs, and all of the stronger secondary character will. They’ll make their own choices and they’ll make mistakes and go through their own journeys, but the clincher is that they cannot reach endgame without the protagonist first reaching his.

Sam’s development has hinged entirely on Dean’s attitude loosening up. Sam couldn’t break away from Dean on his own because the core journey of the narrative doesn’t centre around Sam, it centres on Dean. So that moment was more integral to Dean’s journey, than to Sam’s. Which means that that BIG CHOICE - to finally let go and allow Sam to grow up - had to be given to Dean. This moment (among many) underlines that Dean IS our protagonist.

What about Cas’ death, you might say. That will, as it seems, have an enormous impact on Dean, but it was out of his hands.

Well, as I listed his character traits above, one of the foremost ones (to my mind) is Dean’s need for control. This comes from him taking responsibility on himself for EVERYTHING. Cas’ death wasn’t Dean’s choice because it’s meant (I HOPE) to teach Dean the lesson he’s already begun to learn in being capable of letting go of Sam and trusting his capabilities to look after himself, to LEAD: the lesson of accepting that some things are simply beyond you, they’re not your fault, and there’s nothing you can do to change them.

Dean blames himself for everything. He carries a heavy guilt around for the people he can’t save or fails to save. He’s the goddamn firewall and a lot of the time he comes up short, right? He needs to stop taking everything on himself. Like he told Cas in S11, letting go of the people you can’t save is the healthy thing and that’s the opposite of what he does.

It’s a lesson that’s been a long time coming.

So even Cas’ death is tied closely to Dean’s individual arc. Because Dean is our protagonist.

That said, I will state again that this doesn’t mean that Sam and Cas are less valuable to the overall narrative. On the contrary. Without them, Dean wouldn’t have been able to get to where he is now in his own story. They’ve influenced him and inspired him to change and grow. That’s the ultimate use of the secondary characters. And when most of the secondary characters are as fleshed out and grounded and human in their own right as they are on this show - that’s when you’re mining gold.

What about GoT you might now ask. Who the fuck is the protagonist there?

Well, to be fair, there are narratives that have multiple protagonists. But we’re talking Dean Winchester here, and these are the clear reasons I can see for why and how he can be viewed as the protagonist on SPN.

Wow, all of this said and I’m going to add this last thing: as much as Dean is our protagonist, there is equally the point to be made that Dean cannot reach his endgame without his brother and his love interest there to guide him. You take one of these men out of the equation and nothing adds up anymore (hence why we were given The End - to underline this very real fact). They’re all of them integral to the overall narrative, which is why S13 excites me to no end, because it looks like TFW are assembling Big Time, and the only way for all of them to reach a balanced and happy endgame is for them to be together, be supportive, be honest and openly communicating, and yes, it seems it’s now confirmed after all the SDCC goodness that they will do all this now that they have a common cause in Jack the nephilim.

Oh, but it will be beautiful!

And wow, wow, wow, that’s it, I think. I hope this wasn’t just a long rambling confusing mess of new information mixed with stuff you might’ve already known and I hope it helps in clarifying what makes Dean the mannish character!

I’m ending with a manly unicorn rainbow because why the hell not. :D

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Old Gods, New World

Summary: An old friend visits Gabriel, looking for help as she searches for her husband. As they catch up, she reveals that she knows more about the man than he ever thought.

Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Loki, Reader/Freyja; Sam x Gabriel

Word Count: 1196

Warnings: None? Bastardization of Norse Mythology?

A/N: My entry for the May @gabriel-monthly-challenge statement prompt. I don’t love the ending but May is nearly over so I needed to get it up. Drop an ask and let me know what you think :)

GMC peeps: @lacqueluster @ashiewesker @archangel-with-a-shotgun

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She looked at him and he stared back. She could tell that he recognized her but couldn’t place her. Her friend’s hair was a mess but he was certainly the man she had known. However, there was just something a little off about him. As the early morning light streamed through the window of the cheap motel room, he looked radiant but just so… human. He narrowed his eyes at the intruder, one of his hands reaching beneath his pillow while he shifted in the bed in order to better protect his companion.

She kept her voice soft so as not to wake anyone else in the room. “Loki.”

Her friend’s eyes widened at the name and comprehension dawned on him. “Freyja,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. It had been centuries, millennia even, since they had last seen one another. He leapt from the bed and pulled her into a hug, the knife he had been hiding under his pillow clattering to the ground in the process. The sound caused his companion to stir and Loki released her to cross around the bed. “Go back to sleep, Sammy. Everything is fine; I’ll be right back,” She heard him whisper before bending to place a kiss on Sammy’s brow.

“‘S not Sammy. Jus’ Sam” a low voice slurred, still half asleep.

Loki chuckled fondly, ruffling the man’s hair. “Whatever you say, kiddo.”

She had never seen Loki quite like this, not even with Sigyn who had been his intended bride when the man had disappeared from Asgard. Then again, if this Sam was the trickster’s type, it explained why he had never taken to Sigyn.

Loki crossed around the bed again, offering her his elbow as they walked towards the door. The pair had spent many days walking like this together in their past. Upon her arrival to the Aesir, the trickster god had become Freyja’s fast friend and confidant. His companionship had offered not only playful jests but also deep conversations and it had been during those moments that she had realized that there was more to Loki than meets the eye, even the eye of a god or goddess.

They walked together and reminisced. She laughed with Loki over the times he had goaded her temper and he reminded her of the times when he had calmed it. He very kindly asked after Ottar, though he knew what had become of him - what became of all mortal men eventually.

“Freyja,” he began but she stopped him.

“It’s Y/N, please.” Her voice was light, taking on a new name to so as not to draw suspicion to herself as she traveled was nothing new but Loki saw through her tone. Her friend had always had that talent; perhaps it was why they had grown so close. Neither ever spoke of it but Freyja could see his truth and he could see hers

“Y/N, why are you here?”

Loki’s words weren’t harsh, just a question stated simply. He would not have asked such a question before, her one time confidante would have assumed to know the answer and he was often correct. Yet, she could see it in his face that he knew what she was seeking. Her friend had grown up some, it would seem.

“Óðr is missing again. I was tracking him when I caught sight of you,” she explained. “My husband’s trail has gone cold so, instead, I sought you out. I need your help again, my friend.”

Loki looked toward the ground as they continued walking and he kept his eyes on the asphalt beneath our feet as he spoke. “I’m not the person you remember, Y/N,” he told her, his voice quiet in the crisp morning air. “I’m not a trickster - not a god - anymore.”

“No, you’re not.” There was no malice in her words, simply truth. “You are no longer an archangel, either, Gabriel.”

The former god’s eyes shot up to meet her’s. They were wide and full of alarm and he sputtered in an attempt to refute Freyja’s words. She smiled and waited.

Eventually, he sighed, defeated but still on guard. “How long have you known?”

“For a very long time, my friend. Even before you left Asgard. You may have fooled the rest of the Aesir but I came first from the Vanir; there is magic in me.”

Her words caused Gabriel to smile at the memory they rekindled. “There is magic in me” had been his words first, often used in Asgard to explain away something that had seemed too impossible to accomplish, even for a god. “I was that transparent?” he asked.

“Only to those who knew you well,” she chuckled in response, smiling at her own joke,

Gabriel’s smile grew fonder and he became more comfortable again. “You were the only one who knew me well.”

“Precisely.”

The pair walked on in companionable silence, the goddess and the former archangel rekindling a friendship that they both had sorely missed. Eventually, their conversation picked back up again and the old friends caught up on one another’s lives.

“I kept track of you for a bit,” Freyja admitted, “after you left Asgard.” She could tell that Gabriel was trying to stay nonchalant but she could see his cheeks turning pink. Freyja wasn’t sure what her friend was recalling, though. “I lost track of you around the time you went to India.”

Gabriel relaxed at that revelation and Freyja looked at him with a raised eyebrow, certain that there was a good story behind her friend’s reaction. The ex-trickster god huffed out a chuckle. “Just… just a lot of sex in India.”

Freyja laughed at her friends admission. “I can’t say I’m surprised,” she said with a smile. “I look forward to hearing about your exploits. If your Sammy doesn’t mind you reliving those days, that is.”

Gabriel smiled fondly at the mention of Sam. “No, Sam… he knows I’m all his, now.” Gabriel paused and stopped walking, turning to face his friend. “Y/N, Freyja, what…” he sighed, “I’m not sure how I can help you with Óðr now that I don’t have any of my powers.”

Freyja brought her hands to Gabriel’s face and cupped his cheeks, looking deeply into his whisky colored eyes. “Your Sam is a hunter, is he not? And you travel and hunt with him?”

Gabriel nodded his assent to both questions.

“My husband may not leave a trail of bodies in his wake like the things you track but there are signs, omens if you will, of his presence. His trail has gone cold to me and this country is so large that I cannot fathom where to renew my search,” Freyja explained. “You and your beloved bring fresh eyes and an expertise that I just do not have.”

Gabriel took his friend’s arm again and began walking back towards where they had come from. “I’ll talk to Sam when we get back but I’m pretty confident that we’ll be on board to help however we can,” he told Freyja. “Admit it, though,” he added, bumping his hip into hers, “you came here because you missed me.”

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