#Spn Just Never Actually Stopped AU

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Rowena banishing Lucifer to the bottom of the ocean is one of the top 10 milf moments of all time

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This Sure as Hell Never Happened on Scooby-Doo

While investigating a fairly routine haunting in a Michigan hotel, Sam and Dean come face to face with a creature unlike any they've faced before. [Takes place around mid season 1 for SPN, and at a non-specific point in the DP timeline]

Written for @crossoverdanuary Week, Day 7: Supernatural | Veil

First off, congrats to Supernatural for finally making the main prompt list after two years of being an honorable mention lol. I had a lot of trouble coming up with an idea for this one for some reason, so it ended up being kind of generic. This is, however, the first time I've ever written the Full Hazmat AU, which was pretty exciting.

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[Warning for minor violence, and references to suicide throughout]

As a general rule, hunters steered clear of Amity Park, although the reason why varied from one to another.

Some believed all the so-called supernatural occurrences there were just a hoax, like Bigfoot, so there was no point wasting valuable time and energy looking into them. Others swore up and down that, hoax or not, there was something about that town that made you see things. Impossible things. Things that made even the most experienced hunters pause. Some simply believed that Amity Park could take care of itself. Outside interference would only cause more problems than it would solve.

Then there were those who believed that Amity Park, that the very town itself, didn't want them there. That hunters were just not welcome.

The town was infamous in the hunter community. Grizzled, plaid-wearing men would talk about it at roadhouses and truck-stop diners. They'd warn other people away, tell them not to even drive through it on their way to somewhere else. There was nothing in that town worth dying for, and they took care of their own. Hunters weren't needed, they weren't wanted, and they'd just do better if they stayed away.

Every once in a while though, Amity Park's unique brand of freaky bled out of that isolated town. And when it did, then it became the hunters' problem. Unfortunately, more often than not, they wouldn't know it until it was too late.

Sam and Dean were investigating a supposedly haunted hotel. Staff and guests they'd spoken to had all reported blinking lights, cold spots, scratching in the walls. The staff seemed content to blame it on the owner's unwillingness to spend money to fix or update anything. The guests, on the other hand, not so much.

Those who stayed overnight reported horrible nightmares about bleeding out from their wrists. Some of them even claimed to have seen things, although they couldn't seem to agree on what they saw. A few saw a woman, covered in blood from slit writs, and crying, who vanished in the blink of an eye. But another claimed to have seen a small figure in a partially melted hazmat suit.

"Could there be more than one?" Sam asked when they'd returned to their own room in the hotel.

It was more expensive than the crappy motels they usually stayed it, but it was more convenient, and it gave them an excuse to wander around if they were actually staying there.

"Maybe, but... I don't know. If someone committed suicide in the hotel, it makes sense that their spirit would linger," Dean said. "I just can't think of any reason why there would be a ghost in a hazmat suit. Can you?"

"If the building used to be some kind of lab or research facility, it's possible," Sam said, "But this hotel was established back in the late thirties, and even if there was a research facility here before the hotel, the hazmat suit he described was much more modern than they would have worn back then."

Dean scoffed as he plopped down on his bed.

"Of course, leave it to my nerd brother to know what hazmat suits looked like in the thirties," Dean mocked. "Seriously though, that second ghost just doesn't make any kind of sense."

"We'll know more once we find info about anyone whose died in this hotel," Sam said. "This place has been in business for almost seventy years, I'm sure we'll have plenty to wade through."

"It could have been that guy was just making up a story," Dean said. "We've got three people claiming they saw a woman who disappeared, but only one mentioned the hazmat suit. Maybe he was messing with us."

"He seemed pretty shaken up about it," Sam said. "I didn't think he was lying."

"I didn't either, but...." Dean shook his head thoughtfully. "Something about that story just doesn't sit right. And you know what else? That redheaded girl who got all defensive when we started acting questions. Something doesn't sit right about her, either. She acted like she was responsible, or trying to protect the person who was. Except we already know this is a haunting. We know there's at least one ghost, so why did she act like that?"

"I don't know," Sam said. "Could be she was trying to hide something else."

"Maybe...."

"Come on," Sam said. "Let's start by combing through local death records at the library."

"You go ahead," Dean told him. "I wanna talk to that girl's parents, see if they know anything. I'm starting to think there might be more to this case than just a standard haunting."

"Fine. We'll meet back here later."

—

"So, what'd you find?" Dean asked when his brother got back to their room.

"Okay, so get this," Sam began. "There have been several deaths in this hotel. A couple of heart attacks, a couple of accidents. One guy fell out his window, which caused the hotel to seal all the windows on the upper floors shut so they couldn't be opened. There have also been three suicides since the hotel's founding.

"A World War 2 vet shot himself in the head in December of 1945, just a few months after the war ended; A girl OD'ed in 1963, leaving a note about how the state of the world had made her unwilling to live in it; and lastly, a woman in 1992 slit her wrists in room 201 after her husband divorced her, blaming her for the murder of their only son."

"Sounds like we've ID'ed our first ghost," Dean noted. "We got a name?"

"Jennifer Bishop," Sam said. "She was accused of murdering her son, but never convicted because they never actually found the body, only a whole lot of blood they identified with DNA testing. She defended her innocence until her death, but the police never actually investigated anyone else for her son's disappearance and presumed death. Once she offed herself, they just closed the case."

"Another gold standard of police incompetence," Dean said. "Did you find out where she was buried?"

"Her family was catholic, but since she committed suicide, they couldn't bury her in their family plot at their church. Instead, she was buried in a public cemetery, Lincoln Memorial Park... but it's in her hometown: Petoskey, Michigan. She was only here for the trial."

"Great, so we gotta drive all night to get to friggin' Petoskey," Dean moaned. "Awesome. This is why hotel ghosts suck. Did you find any leads on hazmat suit?"

"Nothing. What about you?" Sam asked. "Get anything useful interviewing that red-headed girl's parents?"

"Nah," Dean said, shaking his head. "Remember those hellhoundslair dorks?"

Sam nodded.

"That's what they were like," he continued. "Overenthusiastic, but incompetent. She probably realized we were asking about ghosts and was nervous they'd overhear. While I was talking to them she reminded them they'd promised not to hunt any ghosts while their family was on vacation. They didn't seem too happy about that, but they at least stopped insisting they'd help me 'catch that slippery specter', so that was something, I guess.

"I did learn she has a younger brother, though. I didn't get to talk to him, but when I was leaving, I overheard the two kids talking, and he said something like, 'there's not enough of her there to talk to', and 'there's not a whole lot left of her at all," Dean finished. "Not sure what that was all about, but it seemed like they were trying to keep it on the down-low, especially from their parents."

"You think it could be related?" Sam asked.

"As far as I know, the brother never promised not to hunt ghosts," Dean replied with a shrug. "That and a gut feeling are pretty much all I have to base it on, though."

"Well, we know who our suicide is, at least," Sam said. "One of us should go take care of Jennifer Bishop while the other stays here in case she starts causing anymore trouble, or in case the hazmat ghost shows up again, if its even real."

"Why don't you take the salt-and-burn this time," Dean suggested.

Sam froze and looked at his brother, completely shocked. "You... want me to take your car and drive two hundred miles away... by myself?"

"And if you bring her back with so much as a scratch on her, I'll make you wish you were never born," Dean said. "But I feel like there's something at this hotel that I'm missing, and I'm gonna stick around until I figure it out."

"It's really bugging you, huh?" Sam noted. "Alright, well... it's a three hour drive, so I'd better get going."

"Yeah, and don't forget to fill up the tank on your way back."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam said as he walked out the door.

They'd already brought some weapons from the trunk into the hotel room, so Dean wouldn't be unarmed if he ran into one of the ghosts.

He did some quick math in his head. The ghost, or ghosts, probably wouldn't show up until it was night. Sam had a six-hour round trip, plus a good hour to dig up old Jennifer, probably longer, since he wouldn't have help. It was early afternoon now. 1:18 pm, a glance at the clock told him, so he could expect Sam back around nine-ish, give or take an hour. Sunset was around seven.

Jennifer would be gone well before nightfall... but that other ghost... if it even existed, they didn't have a single lead on it.

Dean headed down to the lobby.

He'd noticed them yesterday, a group of older ladies with a basket of yarn in the middle of them, chatting up a storm. He and Sam hadn't spoken to them yesterday, but now that Sam was gone, it was time for Dean to dial up a very particular type of charm that Sam would tease him for mercilessly if he ever saw it. He stood nearby, waiting for his moment.

"I swear," one lady said. "I turned up my thermostat four times last night. I had it cranked all the way up to ninety, and I could hear the radiator groaning like anything, but my room was still freezing."

"Did you phone the concierge?" another lady said.

"I tried, but they just apologized and said it's an old hotel," replied the first. "Didn't even offer to send a handyman, or move me to a different room or anything. Anyway, that's why started coming down here during the day. I just can't stand it."

That was his chance. "You too?" he asked her. "Which room are you in?"

"I'm in 201, why?"

Bingo. 201. The same room as their suicide victim.

"Well, it got to a point where I got my tools outta my car and just fixed the darn radiator myself," Dean lied. "I could take a look at yours too, if you'd like."

"Would you?" she asked, sounding beyond relieved. "Oh, thank you so much. It's gotten so bad I can hardly sleep at night, so that would be a real godsend if you would do that. You're such a lamb."

"Oh, it's no problem, ma'am," Dean said, taking an empty seat nearby. "The name's Dean, by the way."

"I'm Millie," the woman said. "And these are my friends, Cathy and Debbie. We're in town for a big doll convention. We're collectors, you know. And Debbie even makes dolls herself out of felt."

"I do, and I've gotten pretty damn good at it, if I say so myself," Debbie said. "I even made a felt baby doll for my granddaughter's birthday a few months back and she was over the moon."

Upon closer inspection, all three of the ladies seemed to be knitting or crocheting very small clothes, presumably for dolls. Hopefully he could redirect the topic of conversation back to ghosts soon, because Dean didn't know Jack about dolls.

"What about you?" asked the third woman, Cathy. "What brings you to Lansing? I assume you don't live here, or you wouldn't be staying at a hotel."

"I'm here on business," he replied, silently thanking god that she'd changed the topic for him.

"What kind of business?" Millie asked. "You said you can fix a radiator, are you some kind of technician, or construction worker?"

"Actually... I'm a private investigator," he lied.

"Oooh, exciting!" Cathy said. "What are you investigating?"

"I'm afraid I can't share the details... but maybe you ladies could help me," he said. "Have any of you seen anything strange while you've been staying here?"

"I saw a man dancing near the park who could clasp his hands behind his back and pull them all the way in front of him," Debbie said. "That was pretty strange. I gave him a dollar."

"I was thinking more like in the hotel," Dean said. "Maybe like... a figure in a hazmat suit?"

Millie gasped, and Dean fixed his gaze on her.

"You have?"

"Well... you see, I have sleep paralysis," she said. "Last night, I had only managed to fall asleep for an hour or two because it was so cold, but then I woke up in the middle of the night because my room suddenly got even colder, but I couldn't move, of course. It takes me a while to be able to move after I wake up.

"And then I saw, like you said, someone wearing a hazmat suit, a black one with white gloves. They were small, like they weren't fully grown, and they were glowing," Millie explained. "Their suit was damaged, partly melted, it looked like. I'd never seen something like that before, but I just figured it had to be a sleep paralysis hallucination, and maybe it partly was, but do you think it could have been real? That someone broke into my room last night?"

"How frightening," Debbie said with a shiver.

"Maybe," Dean said. "Maybe not. I'm not really sure yet." He paused, consideringly. That was two people now who saw the hazmat suit, and this one saw it in the same room where the other ghost had died. "Did it say anything to you? Or do anything that you saw?"

"I couldn't really turn my head, but they seemed like they were looking for something, didn't seem to find it though. Nothing was missing from my room when I finally got up, at least," Millie said. "They didn't say anything, and only looked at me for a moment. Oh! But they might've been muttering something. Not sure what it was, though."

"Thanks, that's a lot of help," Dean said. "If you think of anything else, let me know?"

"Do you think I'm in danger?" Millie asked. "Should I request a room change after all?"

"If that would make you feel safer," Dean said. "I'm not sure it's as cut and dry as a break-in... but maybe you should just stay in one of your friend's rooms for a night."

"You can stay in my room tonight, Millie," Cathy volunteered.

He stayed for a little while, chatting with them. It wasn't something he wanted getting out, but old ladies always loved him for some reason. He even managed to get Cathy's key-lime pie recipe, which the other two swore up and down was absolutely to die for. Who knew when the next time he'd have a kitchen to try it out would be, but he'd make sure to write it down next chance he got, just in case.

It wasn't until he saw that red-haired teenage girl and a short, black-haired boy who was presumably her brother walk through the lobby that he excused himself to follow after them, claiming they were persons of interest in his case.

"If you didn't find anything, how did you even know it was the right room?" the sister was asking when Dean got close enough to hear.

He was trying hard not to be noticed while he tailed them, but as quietly as they were talking, he had to stick closer than he would have liked.

"That was where her presence was the strongest," the brother answered. "I just don't know how I'm supposed to help her when she's not strong enough to speak, and we're leaving tomorrow, so tonight is my last chance."

Could he be a psychic of some kind? Maybe a medium?

He turned around abruptly, and Dean barely had time to make it look like he was examining a shop's window display of... glass baubles and nick-knacks. Oh, yeah, he definitely seemed like the type to be interested in those. Hopefully they wouldn't question it.

"Is he staying at our hotel?" the brother whispered.

"Yeah," the sister confirmed, "and he was asking about cold spots and flickering lights, too. You think he knows something?"

"I think I'd rather stay away from him," replied the brother. "He could be the dangerous type."

After that, it seemed like the kids were deliberately trying to shake him, and it wasn't long before they did, almost as if they'd simply vanished into thin air.

Dean gave up searching and returned to the hotel. He found Millie in the lobby and asked if she'd let him into her room to fix the radiator, even brought the few tools that he'd had in his room to make the story more convincing.

"Even if you don't stay in here tonight, I figure I can at least do the hotel a favor," he said.

"Well, I'll leave you to it," she said. "Don't you go snooping around in my underwear drawer," she teased, and he laughed along with her until she closed the door behind her and headed back downstairs to her knitting.

Any evidence that there had been a suicide in this room had been long since erased. It was cold, just as Millie said it was, but there didn't appear to be any problem with the radiator. One of the tools he'd brought along was an iron crowbar, and he gripped it tightly.

"Jennifer, you in here?" he called out.

The time was 5:06, meaning Sam was probably digging up her grave right now.

He got no response.

"Jennifer?" he called again. "Jennifer Bishop?"

Nothing.... he was pretty sure that kid had been saying she wasn't a very powerful ghost, maybe that was why she hadn't done much. She hadn't actually killed or even hurt anyone beyond a couple of nightmares and a cold room. Maybe she couldn't show herself during the day.

The Winchester brothers had only stopped here because they happened to be so close by when Sam read an article that claimed guests at this hotel had seen apparitions, and experienced horrible nightmares about a woman slitting their wrists. But the nightmares weren't actually killing anybody. Normally, they wouldn't have even bothered, but they were only a few miles away, and nothing else was close by.

Dean opened his mouth to call out one more time, but before he could, there was a flash of light and a distant-sounding screen, and he watched as the ghost of Jennifer Bishop appeared and almost instantaneously disappeared.

One down. One to go.

And wow was this room suddenly sweltering. Millie wasn't kidding about turning her thermostat up to ninety. Dean adjusted it to a much more reasonable 74°F, and left to go tell Millie he'd fixed her radiator.

After she was done thanking him, he headed up to his room and called Sam.

"Dean?" Sam said. "I took care of Jennifer Bishop."

"I know, I saw her burn up," Dean replied. "Nicely done. Anyway, I got some new info about our second ghost."

"Yeah? Let's hear it."

"The lady staying in the room where Jennifer offed herself said she saw a glowing figure in a hazmat suit in her room, thought it was a sleep paralysis thing until I brought it up. She said it seemed like it was looking for something, but it didn't seem to find anything."

"So we have a second witness for our hazmat ghost," Sam said. "And the description lined up?"

"Exactly," Dean confirmed. "I also have a new theory about those siblings, the red-headed girl and her brother. I think the brother might be a psychic, and was looking for a way to help Jennifer pass on peacefully, except she wasn't a strong enough spirit for him to connect with. Not sure how or even if this ties into the hazmat ghost at all."

"Still no clues about who it could be?" Sam asked.

"Nada," Dean said. "I did confirm that there was no lab or any kind of scientific facility at this site before the hotel was built. According to the hotel manager, before it was a hotel, it was a movie theater that went out of business during the great depression and got torn down, and before that, it was live-theater, but I'm pretty sure that was before hazmat suits were even invented. Before that, nothing. Just an empty lot."

"So maybe we're looking for someone who died somewhere else and their spirit was brought to the hotel connected to a cursed object," Sam suggested. "Have you seen anything in the hotel that looks like it might have come from a lab? Or belong to some kind of scientist?"

"If it was something that belonged to them, then it could be anything," Dean pointed out in exasperation. "A chair, or a painting, or a vase? I'm not gonna be able to find it unless I know what it is."

"You'd better start looking into any deaths in the area that might have been related to radioactive materials then," Sam said. "Any kind of death that might have occurred while the deceased was wearing a hazmat suit."

"Yeah, something that would have burned right through it," Dean said. "According to our descriptions, the suit is partially melted."

"You got this Dean?" I still have two and a half hours of driving to go.

"Yeah, I got it," Dean replied.

He did not got it. He got nothing. He stayed at the library until it closed at eight and didn't find a single death that fit the description. He got back to the hotel around the same time Sam did.

"Did you fill the tank?" he asked immediately.

"Yes, Dean, I filled the tank," Sam replied, rolling his eyes. "Did you identify our hazmat?"

Dean shook his head. "Nah, I couldn't find squat. It's like this ghost is..."

"A ghost?" Sam finished for him, raising an eyebrow.

Dean scowled. That had been what he was about to say, but he knew it sounded stupid, that's why he'd stopped.

"Yeah."

Sam shook his head as they went back up to their room.

—

The brothers were still puzzling out what to do about their second ghost, Dean cleaning his guns while Sam poured over their dad's journal, when they heard a muffled gasp from above them. Floating there on the ceiling was a figure in a hazmat suit, its faint glow barely visible in the light of the room.

For an instant, none of them moved. Then, acting quickly, Dean grabbed the crowbar that was next to him on the bed and flung it at the figure on the ceiling.

Rather than passing right through, causing the hazmat ghost to dissipate, the crowbar made contact with a clang, hitting it right on the head and knocking it to the floor between the two beds.

"Quick, salt, Sammy!" Dean shouted, rather than gape at the seemingly unconscious 'ghost' on their floor.

He tried to grab the hazmat-wearing figure, and to his surprise, it worked. He dragged it into the armchair in their room while Sam laid a ring of salt around it.

"Do you actually think this'll work, Dean?" Sam asked. "I mean, it doesn't seem like any ghost I've ever seen. Iron is supposed to repel ghosts, not actually hit them. I'm pretty sure this is something else."

"Iron hurt it—"

"Being hit in the head with a crowbar hurt it," Sam pointed out. "Based on that, it could be human for all we know."

"It was on the ceiling, Sam," Dean said flatly, grabbing the iron chains from under the bed and wrapping them around their captive. "And this don't look like Spider-Man to me."

"Well it doesn't look like a ghost, either," Sam insisted.

"So, what, you think this is some kind of Scooby-Doo situation?" Dean asked. "We'll pull off the mask and it turns out it's just some shady real-estate developer who wanted to get the hotel closed down so they could turn it into a theme park? Let's try it then."

Dean grabbed the hood of the hazmat suit and tore it off. 

They both gasped at what they saw.

Whoever it was, he looked young, maybe 13 or 14. His hair was as white as sheet and floated on an imaginary breeze. His face was dark. Lightning-bolt scars criss-crossed it all the way down to the neck until they disappeared under the suit's collar. His skin appeared to be badly burned, flaking off in ashes which vanished before they hit the ground.

He groaned as he started to come back to consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, they were a solid, eerie green, glowing so brightly they almost hurt to look at, even in the well-lit room.

"Still think he's human?" Dean asked quietly.

Sam shook his head, wide-eyed and dumbstruck.

"This sure as hell never happened on Scooby-Doo."

"Ugh," the mysterious boy groaned again, blinking and shaking his head like he was trying to get his bearings. "Did you seriously throw a crowbar at my head?" he demanded after a moment. "What the hell, dude?!"

"What are you?" Sam demanded. "A demon?"

"I'm a ghost, what the hell does it look like?" the boy replied.

"You don't look like any ghost we've ever seen," Dean said.

"Let me guess, you're more used to shades like the other ghost that was floating around this hotel, right?" the kid guessed. "She seems to have left the building though. You two got any idea why?"

"We took care of her," Dean replied. "Sam dug her up and salted and burned her bones. And if you really are a ghost, then we can do the same to you."

"You... you straight up ended her?" he asked. "Just like that? You didn't even give her the chance to move on? Ancients, what the hell!"

"She had the chance to move on when she died, and she didn't take it," Dean said. "Instead she terrorized people, so we showed up to stop her."

"She gave a few people nightmares! Everyone has nightmares sometimes! You didn't have to destroy her!"

"What's it to you, did you know her?" Sam asked. "She a friend of yours?"

"Well... no, but I was trying to?" the boy replied. "She was too weak to capture, and I didn't want to destroy her by trying to fight, so I was trying to learn more about her and help her move on."

"If you're a ghost, why don't you move on?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, what's keeping you around?" Dean echoed the sentiment more harshly.

"The same thing preventing you from salting and burning my bones," came the reply. The so-called ghost did not elaborate.

"And what would that be?" Dean finally asked.

"I guess you could say I'm not dead enough yet."

"So you're not a ghost, then," Sam said.

"I am," said the boy. "I'm not a shade, like that woman you ended. I'm what a ghost is like when we actually have enough power to be a whole person and not just a shadow of our former self. I'm a ghost like you've never encountered before."

"Whatever you are, we're gonna get rid of you," Dean jeered.

"Why?" asked the boy. "I haven't hurt anyone. All I did was try to help another ghost pass peacefully through the veil. Don't you hunters have any sort of moral code?"

"So, what?" Sam asked. "You're proposing we just let you go?"

"Fat chance," Dean scoffed.

"Not exactly," the ghost replied with a smirk. "More like I'm telling you not to feel to guilty when I escape." Then the ghost stood up, iron chains falling right off him. "Iron is more difficult to pass through without destabilizing, but not too much of a challenge for ghosts like me. Sorry, but this will be the last time we see each other."

With that, he pulled his hood back on, obscuring his face once more, so the only thing visible was the glow of his eyes behind the black lenses of his mask. Then he flew right up through the ceiling.

The Winchesters tried to find him. They searched the hotel top to bottom, probably looking half-mad, but he was gone. He'd simply vanished without a trace. And they never did see him again.

[the-au-collector]

Found this as I was going through my drafts. Figured I'd post it since there's no way this is getting edited anymore so... *throws it toward the void*:

Okay so a LU Supernatural AU just instantly spawned in my head when I read the word “Winchester” (someone save me from the brain worms please). I haven’t even finished the series (I got to season 4 and just… stopped. As I do for many things) but uh. Random braindump time. No this AU is not very serious lol. I probably won’t be coming back to it but ~the worms~ deem me to write some dump about it so uh here

LU x Supernatural

Hylia is God. Is God good or bad in spn? Idk but she is God

First is probably John. He’s not as much of an asshole tho

Ganondorf is the devil. Obviously. Actually maybe Demise is. Idk, one of these two is the Devil

The other various Legend of Zelda enemies are supernatural creatures (so Bokoblins, Lizalfos, Lynels, etc. Lynels are probably among the most dangerous, next to all the boss type monsters)

The other various Legend of Zelda bad guys are higher demons and stuff. So Girahim, Yuga, Aghanim, etc. are all demons. Every single one of them.

Bobby is Time.

Time is retired and lives on Lon Lon Ranch. He's forced out of retirement, though.

Twi is their kid. He briefly teamed up with a vampire named Midna to take down Zhant (who is also a vampire) but Time didn’t really like that very much. They didn’t agree about that for a while

Midna and Zhant are both vampires. Twi was is in love with Midna, but Midna insisted they couldn't be together. He hasn’t seen her since.

Wild is Twi's hunter partner and is his protegee. Wild was hurt somehow in a freak accident that involved hunting, and got taken in by Time and Malon.

Legend and Hyrule are the closest stand-ins to the Winchesters I would say... meaning First is their dad. They have a strained relationship but obviously First dies and they carry on his legacy and stuff and hunt things.

Fuck I'm getting a plot abort abort

Uhhh Wind is… idk that kid Sam and Dean adopt in the later seasons

Wars is Castell

That just came to me

Legend definitely gives more Dean vibes but I’m giving him Sam because of the Koholint Trauma

Legend cannot escape the Koholint Trauma in any AU

Malon is a badass like always

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fuck I’m forgetting someone

SKY! Idk, he, Sun, and Groose can be a badass hunting group

Fuck I also also forgot Four

Uh Four’s cursed or haunted by 4 ghosts (the Colors) and/or a demon (Shadow). I for some reason can see Four and Shadow having some sort of forbidden romance or something

Can you tell I never finished Supernatural?

[calkale]

Okay because i put my thoughts in the tags the first time heres some of my spn au thoughts

Also disclaimer i am changing the supernatural story so dont get mad at me for not including things or changing things you like this is my house and i write the au <3

Characters: Dean -> Mav, Cas -> Ice, Sam -> Slider, John Winchester-> Duke Mitchell, Mary Winchester -> Slider’s mom (her name is also Mary in my Slider lore so), Bobby -> Viper, Ash -> Goose, Ellen -> Carole, Jo -> Bradley (he’s like a teen in this but don’t worry theres no Jo and Dean content 🤮 thats his godson) 

-slider and mav aren’t actually related, they were both 6 (mav older by a few months) when their parents got married, duke was a widower and mary was never married 

-Getting this out of the way although i love the chevy impala i am a truck freak so mav drives his dads black 1990 toyota sr5 with an extended cab 

Backstory: -viper and duke were both navy pilots now “hunting buddies”, they took mav and slider out hunting occasionally but whenever they went on long “hunting trips” they left slider and mav at home, that’s because these hunting trips were monster hunting trips

-the same thing that happens to sam and deans mom happens to mav and sliders mom but when they’re both around the age of 10, since they’re older and not stupid they have a lot of questions that duke can’t just bullshit answers to so he tells them about monsters and what he thinks took their mom (because he doesn’t actually know at this point)

-since they no longer have a house they stay at vipers or go on the road with duke 

-once they both start high school slider wants to stop hunting and stay with viper to focus on school, his relationship with duke gets weird after that because duke wants him to keep hunting to find what killed his mom but slider wants to do well in school to make his mom proud, they come to an agreement where slider stays with viper but once a month he has to come hunting

-slider leaves for university (idk what hes studying), mav graduates but stays with duke, he starts hunting on his own 

Now time: -This au starts in 2005 like the show

-duke picks up a lead on the thing that killed mary but is super vague about it when telling viper and doesn’t tell mav anything, he says he’ll be gone for a week but a week and a half later theres no word from him, viper refuses to go after him because “he’s gonna get himself killed” and “ive been telling him to let it go for years” but mav still has to go look for him

-mav finds slider and this basically carries out exactly how it does in the show, he agrees to help for one day, when he gets back his gf is dead, agrees to ditch school 😎 to come help look for duke

story wise thats all i've got so far, i want ice to come into the story a lot sooner than cas does in the show and i dont remember when ash, ellen and jo come in but i want them to come in sooner too. hopefully ill actually work on this more but i hope you guys enjoy

Character descriptions:

Mav: -has the classic dean necklace given to him by slider

-dresses basically the same as 86 movie mav but with flannel 😎

-does wear his cowboy boots but he’s normally wearing work boots

-eyebrow scar eyebrow scar eyebrow scar!!!

Slider: -wears his mother’s wedding ring on a necklace, duke gave it to him after she died

-dresses like early season sam, carhartt jacket, hoodies, tshirts and baggy jeans

-silver eyebrow piercing 😎

Ice: -exactly the same as cas but with a dark grey trench coat

-his eyes always glow a little, not enough that its noticeable unless its in the dark

-has a grey hoodie and black jeans for when he needs to look a little less “formal” 

Goose: -has a mullet its a key part of ash’s character so 

-just think mater from cars personified mixed with goose idk

Carole: -dresses exactly like ellen 

-her classic curly meg ryan hair stays tho

bradley: -just a mini goose

Duke and Viper: -they look pretty much the same, just some dad with a mustache and flannel

-only difference is duke always wears his wedding ring

[callsign-bunnie]

First of all OW

Second now all I can think about is an Spn/CoD crossover, what are your HC’s bunnie the people want to know!

Have a great day

Hmmm, so funnily enough, I've not thought of it that much. I'm not really a "these characters meet other characters" kind of gal when I do crossovers, HOWEVER, (warning: I HAVE NOT WATCHED PAST 13 AND I DON'T CARE TO. GABRIEL DYING WAS MY FINAL STRAW SO THAT EPISODE WAS THE LAST I EVER WATCHED)

Ghost flirts with Dean, Dean is not the player he once was because Ghost is way too young for him

For the record, Price is not and is his type, I am sure you can see where I'm going with this

Oh god, it's just hitting me that I've never actually talked about my SPN opinions on this blog so I have no idea what live fire I might be throwing myself in front of. Whatever, moving on

I'll match the characters up how I think they would go, being -Ghost and Gabriel (hear me out. Both use humor to cope, both were "forsaken" by their fathers, both had asshole siblings. Gabriel was a lot more serious in the later seasons after being traumatized, and I think he'd end up relating a lot more to Ghost and both would enjoy the dark humor the other can provide. Gabriel would LOVE that goldfish joke) -Farah would love Claire and adopt her as a younger sister (Speaking of! Claire is around Gaz's age :D) -Gaz would probably love Jack, I'm just saying -Valeria definitely heavily enjoyed Ruby's "I'm awesome" speech and would one hundred percent "girl boss" with her -I have opinions but I think Dean and Soap, but I think Dean would see himself in Soap and Soap wouldn't like how Dean treated Castiel. -Rudy and Castiel, I don't think I have to elaborate, here. (For the record, Rudy is also not getting along with Dean.) -Alex and Benny, for no other reason than they're both from around the same area and I think both would appreciate finally having another southerner around (that isn't Graves.) -AU Michael and Makarov, don't fight me on this one, you know I'm right. -I'm going to also say Dean and Alejandro, for obvious reasons -Sam and Price, both due to being closer in age and also because I think Price is secretly very nerdy -Laswell and Jody, but... I mean, that was obvious. They don't actually bond over being mother figures, Jody ends up bonding more with Price over that, it's more just... everything in their lives being so unsure because of their careers, even when Jody was just a cop. -I think Lucifer would fucking love Graves, but I don't think Graves would even like Lucifer. I think Lucifer would just be way too much for Graves, and Graves would very likely call him pathetic for being unable to keep a handle on hell and for whining all the damn time. (Also for being caught so easily and so frequently.)

I'm considering this more as Sam, Dean, and CO universe hopped to COD, so I'm just saying... no one is impressed by them, and then vice versa.

COD characters are not going to be intimidated by a bunch of civilians chasing monsters and the SPN characters don't consider war that scary when they've faced the apocalypse 80 bazillion times

There is also the age gap to take into consideration, I mean Gaz and Soap can't be older than thirty and I don't actually consider many of the characters even hitting the 35 mark.

I am also considering this as COD exists as a game franchise in SPN world, and SPN exists as a TV show in COD world, so they do know about each other.

So, I'm just saying, Dean is getting snide remarks from a few corners for his treatment of a few people. Gabriel and Castiel, especially, all points considered. I don't think Ghost, Soap, Gaz, or Rudy are letting it slide in any direction

Price doesn't care enough to stop them

Alejandro is just annoyed that even MORE people are in his base, and these ones happen to be civilians from another universe.

Despite getting along with them, however, neither Dean or Sam are allowed near Rudy. Hey, Alejandro's seen the show, he knows most of both of their shticks is flirting and fucking, he's good. (Cas is the one he has to watch out for, but he's unsuspecting because there's no way that nerd has a chance. Rudy is too loyal to his husband, but Cas definitely has a chance.)

Valeria is actively plotting how to use demons in her quest for power. You know she is already forming that alliance with Rowena

She doesn't like Lucifer enough.

Farah has already offered Claire and Alex (SPN) a home in Urzikstan, Alex (COD) has said he's unsure that'll work out.

Benny is just not allowed around anyone without respective partner there. I mean, look at him... you'd be worried too. I'd be worried. We'd all be worried.

--

Anyway, I'm very anxious to post this just because, again, I have no idea what I'm subjecting myself to. All I'm saying is, if you disagree with me... um... I didn't watch 14 or 15, so that's what I'm blaming that on. (Gabriel was my favorite character, do not be mean to him or Benny.)

[zmediaoutlet]

happy wincest wednesday! what type of gimmick episode do you think they should have done on supernatural (and made wincesty) that they missed out on? body swap between sam and dean is a free space i guess. i think they should have had an episode where sam and dean can't/aren't allowed to speak during a case and have to communicate nonverbally, maybe with the occasional stupid subtitle for their gestures.

happy wincest wednesday, frauke <333

Your idea for a deaf&dumb episode is hysterical and I am now So Sad we didn't get it. Dean's cute lil vamp gesture but for 40 minutes? Sign my bitchass up. Plus, to make it wincesty, we could finally have had canon Dean Winchester do the blowjob imitation thing where you push your tongue into your cheek, and Sam would roll his eyes so hard but then push Dean to his knees anyway, and you know what, Dean'll go with that option too. Turnabout's fair play.

One thing about this is that we had so many gimmick episodes that are canon, lol. A Christmas ep! A Halloween ep! The ep where it's all a dream! Outsider POV! A whole ep full of AUs to other shows! The gimmick to end all gimmicks, crushing the fourth wall down to dust not once but... what, 4 or 5 times? It's actually bizarre that they never did Sam-Dean bodyswap because that's just so... obvious. Maybe they physically wouldn't have been able to stop themselves from making dick jokes and haircut threats the whole time and decided to avoid the whole thing.

The one thing I can think of that we legit didn't get is a birthday episode. (I am not counting the four seconds of it in the Mrs Butters ep.) It'd be an obvious one, too, because Dean's birthday would've fit perfectly into the return from the midseason hiatus, and all sorts of nonsense could've happened. Because it's SPN, it'd end up being a No Good Terrible Very Bad Day, and so Dean would keep trying to have nice things for his birthday and oh gosh, it just wouldn't go right. :( Sam disappears on him in the middle of the night to go on some trip. The Impala gets a flat tire. He tries to order happy birthday waffles for himself at the diner but they're soggy and the waitress turns out to be a ghost or some shit. He has to dig a grave but it's January and it's cold af. The liquor store is closed. His favorite jeans develop a hole. He tries valiantly to hit on a girl at the bar but she's a perfectly nice lesbian. What is a birthday boy to do. :(

Luckily, when he finally gets back to the bunker/motel, Sam's there with a full spread of like KFC and a twelve-pack and bourbon and special porn ordered just for him, like, man, where were you all day? (Wincest parenthetical: And then they boink mightily, after a brief pause where Dean gets a charlie horse in his calf. Luckily Sam is there to kiss it better. And then he'll lever himself sweatily out of bed to take a piss, and--) Sam picked up a (cream) pie, special, and holds out his lighter for Dean to blow out to make his wish, and Dean rolls his eyes and says, dude, what do you take me for, but he blows it out anyway. And then creampies. The crash to credits can have party favor noises. :)

[senashenta]

What No One Knows

Title: What No One Knows

Pairing: Lambden

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Language

Summary: Lambert is working a case in Pontiac and finds himself in a bar, as usual. He summons Aiden, this time on purpose, for the first time in a while, and the two of them talk about a few things they have been dancing around for some time.

Notes: More SPN AU. Haven't written in this AU in a long time! The world these lil fics take place in is like a mashup of Earth and The Continent, and the lore and monsters are a mix of SPN and The Witcher. I highly recommend you read my other fics, Crossroads and Call My Name, before this one, if you haven't already. They're both explicit though. Lambert and Aiden are my favorites in this AU, which is probably obvious. I have like three more short fics with them in this AU that I'm currently working on as well. Also a Geralt and Jaskier one. Yay new ADHD meds. (Can also be read HERE on AO3.)

WHAT NO ONE KNOWS By Senashenta

The little business card in his wallet—a literal Calling Card—was getting a bit beat up, but it still worked and that was what mattered. It was the only way Lambert had of calling Aiden, after all, aside from going to a crossroads somewhere and burying a box of tokens—and even then, he was just as likely to get another demon as he was to get Aiden. He didn’t want another demon.

This thing he had going on with Aiden was nearly a year strong at this point and still didn’t make any sense to him, why he continued calling to the demon or why Aiden kept coming when he did call—why they continued to fall into bed together on a regular basis, when Lambert was out on solo hunts and craving companionship.

There were other, probably better, definitely more moral, ways to seek company than hooking up with the literal spawn of Satan, but for some reason Lambert found himself turning to Aiden time and time again, despite all of that. And with him being a Witcher, it was all the more wrong.

But they just… fit. Somehow. In some way that Lambert couldn’t quite figure out and had stopped trying to figure out countless orgasms ago. He was wary by nature, but in this case, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Because when it came down to it, Lambert was…

Lonely.

Sure, he had his brothers. He had Vesemir. He even had Jaskier, as irritating as the angel could be at times, but it just never seemed to be enough. And something about Aiden filled the void inside him, though he wasn’t sure why or how. He supposed the sex helped.

What he didn’t get was why Aiden was humoring him the way he was, always arriving in a timely manner when he called, appearing more than happy to be there, to spend time with him—to fuck him. Surely the demon had better (okay, worse, probably) things to do than entertain a lonesome or occasionally just bored—or horny—Witcher.

In any case, Lambert was in somewhat of a conundrum now because they had established a relationship of sorts—albeit a fucked up one—and he had to do everything in his power to hide it from his family. Because they would say he was being stupid (he knew that) and reckless (he was), and if they found out that Aiden was possessing the body of a former-Witcher? They would hunt him down and kill him just for that alone.

And Lambert didn’t want that. He liked Aiden. He—

Gods. Was he actually falling for a demon?

Lambert scoffed into his drink. He was currently seated in a corner booth of a run-down bar in Pontiac, into his second glass of whiskey and making his way toward a third. The case he was in town for, a rather nasty poltergeist, was proving to be difficult and it was… annoying. A poltergeist should be an easy hunt, not leave him chasing himself in circles the way this one was.

But this particular poltergeist had an especially mean streak, and he’d already lost someone to it. One of the members of the family who currently lived in the house, a little girl called Lily, and she didn’t deserve to die bloody. Not the way she did. Not at all. She was liable to become a ghost herself, all things considered.

And the only way to reliably get rid of the thing was to track down the former-person now-poltergeist’s bones, salt and burn them. He had already tried cleansing the house and failed miserably. The attempt had only riled the spirit up—gotten that little girl killed in the end. That was all on him, something he would have to carry from here on out. But he already had so many deaths on his conscience that one more was just one more. He could cope.

The problem now was that he couldn’t find the right graveyard to dig up the corpse. There were five cemeteries in Pontiac and the grave he was looking for didn’t appear to be in any of them. He had gone over all of them with a fine-toothed comb and nada.

So here Lambert was, drowning his sorrows with alcohol and thinking about the weirdest relationship in his life, when he really should have been out looking for the grave some more. Going over the graveyards again. Instead, he took another sip of his drink and pulled his wallet out of his pocket, then flipped it open and tugged the business card out of the very back slot.

He looked at it contemplatively before rubbing his thumb over the now-faded embossed lettering once, then twice. Then a third time just to be sure.

“What’s with the face, Lambs?” A familiar voice spoke up from across the booth only a few seconds later. “You look like someone ate your puppy.”

Lambert lifted his gaze toward where Aiden was now seated, eyes flitting over the demon’s form. He took another sip of his drink. “Bitch of a case, is all.”

“What have I told you about drinking alone?” Aiden asked with a little quirk of a smile, and raised a hand to call a waitress over, ordering himself a whiskey—and another one for Lambert, as well, since his was getting low. When she delivered them, he paid her with a twenty and told her to keep the change. She walked away smiling and Aiden turned his attention back to Lambert. “Much better.”

Lambert downed the last of his glass and pushed it aside, reaching for the glass Aiden had just ordered for him. “I told you not to call me that.”

“It’s a pet name.” Aiden chuckled, “considering what we’ve got going, I should be allowed.”

“And what have we ‘got going’, exactly?” Lambert asked around the rim of his glass, eyes sharp and calculating, studying Aiden’s every move, his every expression. He already knew them all by heart, but still. “No, really, Aiden. I’m curious, tell me.”

“Did you call me here just to pick a fight?” Aiden asked, tilting his head.

Lambert made an irritated noise and downed his new drink in one gulp, setting the glass down a little harder than was absolutely necessary. “No! I—I called you because…” He trailed off, glancing away. He had called Aiden because he was feeling lost and frustrated and something about the demon now seated in front of him always seemed to soothe those kinds of feelings away. “I’m having a shitty day and I just wanted to see you.” He muttered, instead of saying all that.

Aiden studied him for a moment before his expression shifted into something amused, almost fond in nature. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Fuckin’…” Lambert rubbed the heels of his palms against his eyes with a groan. “Poltergeist. Killed a kid on my watch. Godsdammit.” Dropping his arms back down, he averted his gaze and managed, “and having you around makes it better. So, I just. I called you.”

There was a long silence after that while Aiden just looked him over, eyeing Lambert over the edge of his glass. Then he set his drink down—much more gently than Lambert had been—and sighed, shaking his head. “Lambert, it was just one kid. I’m sure it could have been much worse. Poltergeists can be nasty sons of bitches.”

Lambert glared. “One kid still counts.” He hissed. Sometimes he forgot that Aiden was a demon, but times like this brought the realization back full force. “Don’t say shit like that to me again.”

Aiden held his hands up, palms out in a placating gesture. “Sorry.” And then, “I am… glad you called me, though, Lambs. It’s been a while. I was starting to think you were over me.”

A little snort at that, and a muttered, “hardly.”

Their last meet-up had been in Velen, nearly two months ago, when he’d been hunting down a basilisk and had to spend the night in the forest. Alone. And in Velen that was never a good idea. His brothers were too far away to call for backup, so he had called Aiden instead, and the demon had kept him company through the long night and into the next day. They hadn’t even fucked that time, they had just huddled around the fire, talking—or, sometimes, sitting in silence for a while—until Lambert had to crash for a couple of hours. He had been surprised but privately pleased to find Aiden still there when he woke up later, just kind of… watching over him.

But it was always him calling Aiden, not the other way around. Lambert wondered, briefly, if Aiden would contact him sometimes, if he had a way to. Probably not. He had his own wheelings and dealings to get on with, all over the country. Possibly all over the world, who really knew? He supposed he could just ask, if he was all that curious. Aiden would probably tell him.

Still frowning to himself, Lambert waved the waitress over to order another drink—it would be his fourth—and when it was delivered, his empty glass whisked away at the same time, Aiden gave him a surveying look before asking, “are you sure that’s a good idea, Wolf? How many have you had already?”

“Fuck off.” Lambert muttered, making Aiden sigh.

“I would,” The demon told him, “but lets’ not forget that you called me here.”

“Only because you never—” Lambert began before cutting himself off, turning his gaze to his drink.

“I never…?” Aiden’s eyes were on him, sharp gold, searching.

“You never bother calling on me.” The Witcher grit out finally, his own eyes flicking up to meet Aiden’s briefly before flitting away again, down to a water spot on the table. He couldn’t believe he’d actually just said that out loud. Gods, maybe he was drunk. He could usually hold his liquor better than this.

Across the table, Aiden’s expression shifted into something like surprise—and then a slow smile spread across his face. He pushed his own glass aside and slid himself around the booth until he was sitting right next to Lambert, then reached to rest a hand on the Witcher’s thigh, squeezing firmly. “And how do you propose I do that, hm? You don’t have a magic card like I do.”

“Cell phones exist!” Lambert growled, glaring into his drink. “It just seems like—this. Whatever it is. Is very one-sided.”

The hand on his thigh tightened down even more, just this side of painful as Aiden dug his nails in. “Trust me, Lambert, it’s anything but one-sided.” The demon told him, voice low, and leaned in to speak directly into his ear when he continued, “you apparently haven’t noticed, but you. Are. Mine.” This was followed by a playful bite on Lambert’s earlobe and, “why do you think no other demons have come near you in the last year? I’ve been chasing them off. Keeping you safe.”

Lambert swallowed slightly, his own hand tightening around his glass just a bit. “But you never…” Trailing off, he hesitated before continuing; “you never seek me out. It’s always the other way around.”

“Because of the card thing,” Aiden explained again, “but I keep an eye on you, always. Or, as much as I can, anyway. I do have my own job to do, too. I have a quota, and if I don’t meet it there’s literal hell to pay. Plus, if anyone downstairs was to find out I was fucking a Witcher? Let’s just say you wouldn’t see me again. Ever. It’s a delicate balance, what we have going, Lambs. I’m sure it is for you, too.”

“…keeping you a secret from my family is a fucking nightmare.” A little huff of a sigh and Lambert released his glass and pushed it to arms’ length, then shifted, adjusting to face Aiden a bit more. “Maybe get a cell phone, Aiden. Then you could at least call me, sometimes.”

Aiden sat back slightly to look at him properly. His grip on Lambert’s thigh loosened slightly but he left his hand there anyway. “This is really important to you, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t think we would be this…” Lambert trailed off, eyes lifting up to meet Aiden’s properly. “It is. Important. For some reason—” Breaking off, he looked away again, frowning absently when Aiden squeezed his thigh reassuringly. “I don’t… understand why. But it is.”

There was a long silence, then, Lambert continuing to avoid Aiden’s gaze and Aiden just thinking, trying to come up with the right words. This was as close as they had gotten to talking about their feelings in the entire time they had known each other, and it was delicate territory. Usually they just got drunk, went back to Lambert’s motel room, and fucked. That was simple. This was the opposite of simple.

And as much as Aiden was a demon, and as much as their relationship had started out as a simple transaction—and then shifted into basic lust—he had grown to genuinely care for Lambert, deep in his dark, withered heart.

Demons weren’t known for their ability to care, their ability to love. Oh, they could love and crave material things, certainly, but people? Not so much. Aiden wasn’t sure why he was different from the rest of his kin. Maybe because his body had once belonged to a Witcher. But he was different. At least when it came to Lambert, anyway. He wanted to keep Lambert all to himself, hide him away somewhere safe, give him all the best things in life, all the things he, as a demon, could get his hands on.

He settled for chasing the other demons away from his Witcher and meeting up with him every now and then to fuck in dingy motel rooms.

“I understand why.” Aiden said finally. He brought one hand up to delicately stroke along Lambert’s stubbled jaw and smiled—a genuine smile, uncharacteristically gentle and soft. When Lambert finally looked at him again, Aiden ducked in to kiss him—again, just gently. “I feel the same way.” He murmured against Lambert’s lips.

Lambert stiffened, entire body locking up on those words, but when Aiden made to pull away, he suddenly surged into motion, grabbing hold of the front of Aiden’s jacket and yanking him closer again, diving in to kiss the demon firmly, all tongue and heat—desperate. Aiden made a delighted noise in the back of his throat and kissed back in kind for a long couple of moments before breaking away to grin against Lambert’s mouth and murmur, “let’s get out of here, Lambs.”

“Yeah,” Lambert agreed, just the slightest bit breathless and a grin on his own face, now, “definitely.”

[iprobablyshipit91]

Words Unsaid

Part 1

Genre: romance / mutual pining / fluff / angst / royal au

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: only a few swears in this one I think, also some talk of sex. Does sword fighting count? However there will be some major triggers in later chapters. These will be tagged appropriately on the relevant chapters, but please only read if you’re of age and comfortable.

Dividers by @talesmaniac89

Series Masterlist || SPN Masterlist

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I thought I’d try something with a few chapters for a change. I expect there to be around 5 in total. Hope you enjoy a royal au! Thank you to @spnexploration for the encouragement and title ideas!

You swing the sword high above your head, feeling your shoulders burn as it arcs down gracefully. Sam instinctively shifts his body to the left, meaning your hit misses your target by a few inches. From the corner of your eye, Bobby shoots you a look.

"You're distracted,” he growls.

You’re not distracted, far from it actually. You’re angry. Dean was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago and for the second time in just a few hours he was late. Although, could you even call it late if someone just didn’t show up at all? You’d been in the Walled Gardens, waiting for him as planned at six o’clock but he had never arrived. After nearly an hour of waiting it had started raining and so you had finally decided to just head back to your quarters, a little concerned as to what could have happened.

This morning however, you had been sat at your dresser, pinning back your hair when you heard two of the castle maids giggling madly. You had been intent on ignoring them, that is until you heard his name. You had leaned closer and heard all about how amazing he had been the previous night. About all the things he had done.

Instead of meeting you.

You are not jealous though. You’re pissed that he’d rather spend his evening with some trashy maid than you. And now you’re pissed that he is late this morning.

Maybe he’s with the maids again.

Spinning around, you aim another hit at Sam that he easily blocks and then manoeuvres around to push you back. You stumble over your own feet but stay upright. He grins at you as he spins his sword, but says nothing as he circles you slowly. The frustration continues to build up inside you, but you bite it back. Instead, you swing again as hard as you can but Sam is still too quick for you. He blocks you and then twists your arm, flinging your sword to the edge of the courtyard.

Bobby sighs heavily. "Stop letting your emotions get the better of you, Princess. Use it instead."

You roll your eyes and put your hands on your hips in frustration. He nods to your sword. "Pick it up and go again."

Sometimes you really hate Bobby.

You walk over to your sword, knowing Sam is still doing that annoying grin behind you. Picking it up casually, you spin swiftly, hoping to catch him off guard. He chuckles as he moves, deflecting your blow with ease.

"Where is Dean?"

It’s an innocent enough question and you know Sam well enough to know he isn’t trying to anger you more on purpose. Yet, the frustration hits you like a wave regardless. Just the fact he even thinks that you would have any better idea of where his stupid brother is than you. You frown as you duck under his next swing, remaining low to the ground as you kick your leg out. He easily steps over it though and lightly taps your ankle with the flat edge of his sword. You twist back with a huff and reposition yourself.

"I have a few theories." You say through gritted teeth as you step forward and swing hard, aiming for his stomach. He blocks you. Again. You turn and swing but even you know it's a sloppy hit at best. Sam once again manoeuvres his arm sharply and your sword flies away. He brings the sharp side of his weapon to the base of your throat and smiles gently at you before taking a step back and giving you space.

"You're letting emotions rule your movements. Sam has killed you three times." Bobby calls from where he’s circling the two of you fight. "Channel the feeling. Use it to power you, not direct you."

As you glance in his direction, you notice his eyes drift over to the entrance behind you. "Glad you could finally grace us with your presence, Winchester."

Your stomach tightens as you inhale sharply, turning slowly to regard Dean. He is leaning against the gate, arms and ankles crossed casually. His green eyes are full of mischief and a sly grin tugs at his lips. His dirty blonde hair is stuck up slightly and you can’t help but roll your eyes before walking over to your sword and retrieving it. You have a few theories on how his hair got like that too.

"I do believe the Princess is more needing of your lesson today, m'lord." He pushes off the wall and unsheathes his sword. "The way she's fumbling around like a bloody idiot."

White hot anger licks through you as you look to Bobby who just regards you with his usual frown, no doubt seeing the fire in your eyes. He nods his head to Sam who opens his arms, allowing you and Dean to take the floor.

You step forward as Dean mockingly bows to you, his eyes still alight with amusement as he looks into your own. Another thrill of anger pumps through your veins and before you even think about what you’re doing you’ve stepped to the left and swung hard at his midsection. He snaps up quickly and blocks your blow, chuckling. You hear Bobby huff from somewhere behind you.

"Feeling feisty today, eh Sweetheart?" He swipes for your ankles but you quickly jump, easily falling back on to the balls of your feet and using the momentum to swing once again. Your blade clashes with his and you feel a grim satisfaction when he loses his footwork. You smirk.

"You have no idea."

Pulling back, you swing again, forcing him to duck. Taking advantage of his lowered position you kick out, hitting his leg and forcing him to fall into the dirt face first. A laugh bubbles out of you loudly as he scrambles to push himself back up, a scowl now etched on his face. His eyes lock with your own, green eyes glinting dangerously.

"I’ll get you back for that, Sweetheart."

You bounce on your feet and pout mockingly. "You shouldn’t make promises you can't keep, Winchester."

"Oh, I intend to keep this one." He spins and swings and you are forced to bring your blade up in front of your body to block it. The hit leaving your arm ringing with the vibrations of metal against metal.

Anger seeps into your veins. "Didn't know you were capable of keeping promises,” you grit out through clenched teeth.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, frown deepening before swinging again, hitting the outside of your thigh with the blunt edge of his sword.

"Focus, Y/n!" Bobby barks behind you. "Use it!"

Dean smiles at the command, used to the elder man’s orders. He falls back, allowing you a second to refocus. You take a step toward him, ducking under the swing that you expected from him before spinning yourself. You land a solid hit against his sword, but just as his brother had done earlier, he uses the leverage to twist his arm with yours. Before you can react he pulls you closer and you stumble into him, his face so close you can feel his breath on your nose.

"Yes, Sweetheart." His free hand grips your hip teasingly. "Use it."

His tone is all innuendo and you see red. You practically throw your sword to the ground and use both hands to forcefully push him away from you. Then you do something that surprises all four of you.

You punch him right in the face.

He drops his sword and stumbles back, his hand flying to his right eye where you managed to catch him. "Bloody hell, woman!"

You regard him coolly, panting slightly as you arch your eyebrow. Your hand is throbbing but you determinedly ignore it. You turn your back on him and look at Bobby instead. Next to him Sam is bent double with laughter, and even Bobby is struggling to fight a smile, his lip twitching.

"How is that for channeling my emotions?"

He finally loses the battle and chuckles. "Very well done, Princess. I think we should call it a day."

You return his grin easily and sheath your sword, not even bothering to look back at Dean as you walk past him and back into the castle. You flex your hand as you walk though, trying to shake away the dull pain that radiates through your fingers. You’re half way up the stairs when you hear rapid footsteps behind you.

"Sweetheart!" You keep walking but his footsteps only quicken.

"Hey!" He lunges and grabs your arm causing you to almost tumble back down the stairs. Your hand grips the railing as you right yourself and turn to face him.

"What the hell?" You exclaim, yanking your arm from his grip.

"Don't 'what the hell' me! You’re the one who gave me a black eye for no reason!"

"You’re so dramatic, you do not have a black eye." You sigh, but as your eyes rove over his green ones you can already start to make out some bruising. You bite your lip in an effort to keep from smiling. His eyes follow the movement but they are back on yours so fast that you convince yourself it was your imagination. You would roll your eyes at yourself except that you’ve done it so many times today already, you’re worried they’re going to roll right out of your head.

"Care to explain what I did to warrant such harsh treatment at the hands of a lady?" He spits the word lady so it sounds more like a curse word. That quickly wipes the amusement from your face and you glare again before continuing up the stairs. He falls in to step behind you.

"We were simply practicing."

"Sweetheart, we have had sword lessons together for nearly five years, and this is the first time you have punched me in the face. Would you stop for just a moment?" He sighs heavily and reaches forward again, tugging lightly on the belt loop that holds your scabbard around your waist. "And for Gods sake tell me what the hell has gotten into you today."

You spin so fast you almost knock him down the stairs. "You Dean! You have gotten into me!" His eyebrows shoot up and the cocky grin plasters itself over his stupid face and she slaps her hand over his mouth. "Shut up." If possible, his eyebrows rise further. "You know, I quite frankly don't care what you do or who you do it with, just don't waste my time in the process."

His forehead crinkles as his eyebrows pull together. You finally remove your hand from his mouth with a sigh and quickly add before he can speak. "You could have just told me yesterday afternoon that you no longer wanted me to meet you in the gardens. I don't particularly enjoy standing in the rain waiting for someone who has no intention of showing up."

Realisation finally dawns in his eyes and he reaches forward. "Sweetheart, listen, I-"

"And I would very much appreciate it if you didn't fuck the castle maids, particularly the ones who serve in my quarters." His eyes grow comically wide as the vulgar world tumbles from your lips and he visibly pales. "I have no desire to hear about your conquests as I get ready for my day."

You look at him with raised brows as he opens and closes his mouth a couple times, rendered speechless. Your heart clenches painfully and you forcefully remind yourself to pull yourself together. He is your friend, your very best friend, and that is all he will ever be. All he wants to be. All you want to be. You nod as the anger finally drains away and leaves you feeling quite exhausted.

"My father is waiting on me." You lie quietly as he continues to stare at you in horror.

"I'm sorry I punched you in the face." And with that you turn and hurry up the steps, moving as fast and far away from him as your tired legs will carry you. You find the door to your father's study easily and slip in quietly, careful to not disturb him at his desk. He looks up anyway, a soft smile replacing the look of surprise.

"Everything okay?"

You collapse into your favourite worn leather chair on the opposite side of his desk and huff out a short breath.

"Do you mind if I sit here, for just a bit? I'll stay quiet."

"Stay as long as you'd like." His kind eyes search your face, for what you’re not sure. He must find it though as he gives you a small, indulgent smile before turning back to the open log book on his desk. Your father is very perceptive when he wants to be, and you wonder what he is thinking. Instead of asking though, you reach forward and pull the large book of maps he keeps on the corner onto your lap, and let your fingers dance over the cracked leather of the cover.

You both sit just like that for a long stretch of time in comfortable silence, you regarding the extensive maps of both your own realm and others while your father sits at his desk, scribbling into his log every so often. It isn't until the sun begins to set and colorful light dances along the office walls that you put the book down. You close your eyes and tilt your head back just as the door to the office opens bringing with it the wonderful smell of freshly baked breads and cakes.

"Why is Dean sulking around the kitchens with a black eye?" Your mother's voice is airy and light. She must have been down in the kitchens, helping prepare for dinner.

"I daresay for the same reason our daughter has swollen knuckles."

Your father. Very perceptive.

You lift your head back up just in time to see your parents exchange a meaningful look. Your father absentmindedly rubs a scar on his eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Your mother returns the smile, her eyes soft and very much in love before she perches on the edge of the desk. She reaches for your hand, running her fingers over the bruised skin lightly. She quirks one eyebrow.

"Do you wish to talk about it?"

You sigh. "Not at all."

Your father chuckles but they thankfully drop the subject. You bite your lip and look down, fiddling with the fabric of your tunic.

"Do you think I could have the maids removed from my quarters? I'm pretty sure I’m old enough to be making my own bed."

There is a heavy silence and you know without looking they’re exchanging another silent conversation. Sometimes witnessing their love was really irritating, they needed nothing but a simple look to convey everything. You chance a glance up and your father is looking at you thoughtfully. Your gaze flickers to your mother who is frowning softly. But she seems to catch herself and gives you a serene smile.

"Of course, dear. Not a problem at all."

Next

[preseriesdean]

happy ww svenja! time to put sam and dean in more situations. if you could make them play the main characters in a different story, in which tv series/movie/book/whatever would you put them? any specific scene you’d love to see them do?

happy wincest wednesday suzy!!

i love this question 💗 and if anyone knows anything about me at all my answer will come as no surprise, because it’s star wars. maybe a bit uninspired (considering kripke literally called spn "star wars in truck stop america") but i am just... not an au person, have never really been, so for something like that to work for me it has to be as seamless as possible, which i think it could be, and it has to be something i love already anyway. (i may or may not have thought about this before, lengthily, in my notes app) it’s very self-indulgent and mainly an aesthetic (which is one of my main sources of enjoyment anyway) change, but hear me out.

and it’s not a crossover, which i fuck with even less than aus (criminal minds being the only acceptable option. maybe the x-files if i had watched it). i don’t want samdean to meet princess leia or fight palpatine or anything like that, and i don’t want dean to be han solo or sam to be luke (which-- sam is obviously anakin, but that’s a different post that is still half-finished in my drafts somewhere). i just want to pluck them from the highway and drop them in the star wars universe and have them roam around the galaxy in their old but perfectly-working ship and be the outlaws they are, in some indeterminate era. i need their backstory to be much of the same to keep the isolation and codependency of their childhood that is crucial to them and my interpretation of them.

they’d be something like bounty hunters? the backstory would still fit: mary is killed and john makes it his goal to find the ones responsible, and then sort of just branches out and becomes a hired gun, taking his sons with him. the grit and grime and rest- and homelessness that i love about the early seasons can be found in the outer rim, and i can so see how dean would feel right at home in that dark and messy underbelly of civilization. he takes care of their ship and has known like fifty evasion maneuvers since he was twelve and is notoriously good at sabacc. sam gets attached to certain planets until he makes himself stop; lived in the core worlds for a couple of years, but that didn’t work out, obviously.

there’s also something to be said i think about him being force-sensitive (again. hello anakin) and either fated to fulfill some sith destiny or somehow tempted by the dark side. i mean, sam full of rage and energy with yellow eyes and towering over dean, rocks and debris floating or whirling around him while smoke rises from flames licking at the ground around them, and dean just looking at him on his knees and going “come back to me, sammy” and sam actually managing to find his way down from that force-induced hysteria? or NOT finding his way back, killing the one he loves most (love that little padme moment for dean)? it’d work.

and since it’s wincest wednesday (because they would be allowed to be in love on this show that’s airing inside my head, obviously) and i love cheesy things sometimes: another scene i’d love to see is them running guns blazing from some sort of enemy to their ship, dean powering it up and sam shooting until the doors close, climbing into the cockpit as dean takes off into the air, entering hyperspace a little early but he knows what he’s doing so it all works out, and them looking at each other with the lights of a billion stars breezing past, leaning across the little gap between the pilot and co-pilot seats and grinning into a kiss all high on adrenaline, riding off into a bright blue-white sunset <3

[qprstobin]

(veggiehater-apologist anon) Okay true I mean the fact that steve had to hide it is weird to me but I kinda went *cringe let's move on.*I mainly see strange fanon in Tumblr headcanons rather than fics. I don't browse ao3 much. Usually read the same tried and true authors. Though, I don't remember if you've talked about this but even a lot of fics I really really like do the "Steve's parents essentially abandoned him" thing that I... Would like to see more alternatives to. I think once you see something enough in fanon you're gonna wanna like, make sense of and play with it in your own fics so that's why I'm mostly fine with seeing something a lot of repeated tropes as long as writers make it work rather than treat that it as a given.

Also Eddie screaming BORED and tossing a boardgame made me laugh in horror sjsbshsb I hate it so much

That's totally fair of you! You are stronger than me lmaoooo. I do think strange fanon is much more prevalent in tumblr hc and tumblr fics, though some of it does permeate into the ao3 verse too. I actually had to stop reading as much ST fic as I used to because I was getting too frustrated by reading the same thing over and over and not able to find anything that wasn't a romance fjdigjidgs.

Yeah I personally do think Steve's parents were not good parents but there are sooo many ways you could work with it that no one ever does. Like idk did he used to have grandparents that watched him as a kid and now they're gone and the parents never bothered to start caring? Does Steve's dad actually ride his ass super hard (which would make sense with some of the stuff he says about him) but only from a distance? Is his dad gone all the time but his mother actually is normally there and only just started going out of town with him because he got caught cheating? Or maybe they're actually home all the time and that's why after s1 we never see Steve's house again because he is avoiding being at home. I even have an au where they are actually good parents but they do the spn hunter thing and so Steve stays home and holds down the fort a lot because they don't wanna take him on hunts. So many possibilities!

I do agree, even the tropes I agree with can get tiring at times when you see it too many times. Like yeah it's tried and true but sometimes you just gotta shake things up a little bit like a snowglobe, see what happens if you change one little thing. I think the "treating it as a given" is also one of the BIGGEST things. Like nah you gotta work for it, stop assuming everyone has the same fandom opinions as you. It's more fun to make things make sense imo. But I'm also a weirdo who lovveessss to come up with weird aus that shouldn't work just because I like trying to fit all the pieces together dfigjdfig

Also happy that made you laugh the image made me laugh too even if it was also horrifying. I felt like fog had been cleared off a window or something, it was bad.

[shallowseeker]

Dean wants what he can never have...so what's stopping him?

A consideration of Pamela as specter of Guilt in Rocky's roadhouse, SPN 14x10

At first glance, Rocky's bar has got everything: lots of family beer and cheeky references to Dean's pop culture, family, members, and friends.

So, why then, is Rocky's bar so anemic? It's a long way from the swing-for-the-moon El Sol type of contentment shown in Dean's prior djinn dreams. It feels peppy and hopeful through its decoration alone...but in actuality, it feels lonely, scared, and sad.

Dean is a social animal, and this is a bar devoid of people except for a dead psychic, a shady real estate developer, and a handful of enemies. There are no customers.

This Michael is clever. Dean, unlike other soldier-coded characters in SPN, is usually very attuned to knowing "what's real." (Families! People!) He has not fallen prey to frank nihilism or despair as often as other characters, at least not in that existential, what-is-real way. (Usually, his despair is about saving loved ones, or the horror of loss and abandonment.) This time, Dean is broken. Michael crows in triumph 14x09:

MICHAEL DEAN: So I left but not without leaving the door open just a crack.

CASTIEL: Why wait?

MICHAEL DEAN: To break him, to crush and disappoint him so completely that, this time, he'll be nice and quiet for a change -- buried. And he is. He's gone. [ Takes a drink of whiskey ] And now I have a whole army out there, waiting, ready for my command, ready for this. [ Michael Dean’s fingers prepare to snap ]

That explains Michael's choice of illusion here, and it foreshadows the nihilism and break with reality that Dean will experience in seasons 14 & 15. ("His life's work, a hoax.")

Dean is about to lose sight of the meaning of his life and will be set up to bear the ultimate disillusioned-soldier's burden: he will be unable to determine what's real.

Sam and Cas have already gone through this,. In fact, most soldier-coded side characters have consistently experienced this: Bobby, Charlie (not soldier-coded but grief-coded for sure), Benny, Mary, AU!Charlie, etc.

Arguably, Dean has broken with reality only a handful of times, but not to same severity and not with the same level of disillusionment as compared to someone like Cas, who was faced with both moral injury from his superiors in Heaven and a complete psychotic break.

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Dean's heartbreaking self awareness

I think Dean's actually a pretty astute guy, and when you look past all the smack-talk and the witty one-liners, he's one of the best at reading people. Whereas Sam can at times sound like he's reading from a psychology how-to pamphlet, Dean often more easily navigates when to push and when not to push with strangers. He'll talk down on their level, too, which helps to keep it from coming off too scripted or condescending.

An example is 13x05 Nightmare Logic: Dean starts off quippy to a grieving Sasha, but he quickly builds rapport with her by being present in the moment and not trying too hard to psychoanalyze her. When Sasha says she isn't up for a heart-to-heart, he doesn't shame her. He says Okay. He show similar intuition with Claire Novak.

Emotional intuition aside, Dean's too much inside his own head a lot, too. And his fear of abandonment is crippling. If his rapid-fire speech pattern is anything to go by, I imagine Dean's mind is an equally rapid-fire flurry of intrusive thoughts. I wouldn't be surprised if he's prone to rumination.

His self reflection is a torment. We see this in early seasons and especially in 3x10 Dream a Little Dream of Me, when he meets his dark doppelganger.

And, of course, Dean feels guilty. He feels like everything is his fault because he was the primary "rock" of his family for so long. Sam is his brother but also his child, so he can't quite relate to him normally or always accept Sam's attempts to reach out to him. Furthermore, Sam tends to push when he cares, and Dean doesn't always take kindly to being pushed:

SAM: Dean, like it or not, the stuff you don't talk about doesn't just go away. It builds up, like whatever's eating at you right now.

DEAN: There's always something eating at me. That's who I am. Something happens, I feel responsible, all right? The Lindbergh baby – that's on me. Unemployment – my bad.

Dean often turns to alcohol to deaden the absolute tempest he's got inside. I feel like Dean might not be as robust as Sam is at frank compartmentalization.

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An endless loop of status quo + threat

Dean has very rarely "completely checked out of the fight." In the dream world of Rocky's Bar, Dean has retired Baby, but there's still a horrible storm raging outside. Interestingly, Dean doesn't actually go out in the storm in 14x10; Pamela does. Her recounting of the outing feels stressful, like people are panic buying in preparation for an approaching disaster:

PAMELA: Everybody's shopping at the store like it's the End Days. The milk and bread aisles were a war zone. But I battled through it all for your stupid bag of limes.

Dean is no longer one who braves the storm; so, he's trying to be a shelter from the storm. He's checked out of the fight.

Dean's mind resolves the need to face the storm by mentally assuring himself that the burden of hunting is shouldered by trusted, competent, strong family members: Sam and Cas. Dean wants to be a safe harbor, but he's also hiding from the storm and drowning himself in booze (his preferred coping mechanism). Here, the beer isn't completely celebratory; it's replacement of people and the deadening of emotions. Michael is still drowning him. There's no Mary or Jack to be seen. It's the stasis of being useful, of being available as safe harbor but keeping everyone at arm's length. It's a bare bones kind of happiness.

Meanwhile, Dean and Pamela fight vampires in an endless loop. This shows that, outside of hunting, Dean struggles to have confidence and meaning in his life. He crows that he's famous:

PAMELA (wiping Deans face) Worst part of working here is having to clean up the blood after some pissed-off monster busts in to kill you.

DEAN (smirking) Well, what can I say? I'm famous.

It reminds me of the distraught high-schooler Dean, insisting loudly that he's a hero in After School Special.

The negative reading is that Dean in Rocky's Bar is checking out; it's a bit similar to Cas in season 7; he also wanted play support and let his trusted companions handle things. The root of it is the shame and crushing disappointment that Dean suffered when he choked during Michael fight. Dean was the weakest link. He failed.

And so, now we find him, happily fighting on the sidelines here, serving as Ellen Harvelle 2.0 with his own Roadhouse. (It's like Sam with Amelia in season 8; it COULD be a good thing if it wasn't representing Sam primarily checking out of his duty to Kevin. The same way Cas hunting in Hunter Heroici COULD be a good thing, if Cas wasn't primarily doing it to escape the consequences of his Heaven genocide. As usual, it's all about the balance, at least in the world of SPN.) Indeed, most of the new side relationships and new roles in season 8 are idealized, fantasy-esque ones, without the baggage characteristic of real-life relationships/jobs. That's on purpose. Season 8 is all about fantasy escapism-idealization, which is what gives it its dreamy, "is it even real?" quality.

On a positive reading, Dean has his own business, and he's putting his own stamp on the family business.

Interestingly, even this dream is under threat...from a shady real estate developer. 14x10:

WOMAN: (looking around the bar) Rocky's looks pretty dead. It's a very generous offer.

DEAN: Well, all the same, this bar? I've never had anything this nice. So that sale that you want so bad, well, it's just not gonna happen.

Only small amounts of happiness can be allowed, and this threat to happiness must exist to make even that small amount seem believable.

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The Pamela of it all

Is the appearance of Pamela related to Cas? I think Yes. But not in the way you might be thinking. She's definitely complex:

CASTIEL You're just a complex manifestation of Dean's memories designed to distract him.

PAMELA You really know how to talk to a lady, don't ya?

I think her set-dressing, sexual symbolism, and stand-in for potential repression have been discussed to death, so I wanna focus instead on what I think the crux of the issue is: her presence as Guilt. See, it's clear from her words that Pamela knows that *Dean* knows what he wants.

On the surface, she's easy company, requires no explanations, and Dean can flirt with her, despite her not being "what he wants." She understands that, and she won't get the wrong idea. The part most people key into is that, she, Dean's subconscious, she chides him that he "always wants what he can't have."

But what can't he have? Peace. Why can't he have it? Well, lots of reasons. But chief among them is that he doesn't deserve it.

So, Pamela. Why Pamela, specifically?

One, this is what keeps Dean up at night: it's the people he couldn't save. He alludes to this rumination all throughout the series. So, of course, he thinks about Pamela. And Pamela was heartbreakingly angry when she died:

PAMELA: Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favor? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer—to go to hell for ever introducing me to you two in the first place.

Two, her blindness is because of what first connected Dean to Castiel. Therefore, Pamela is a reminder of the awful fact that one of Dean's cornerstones of happiness (Cas) came to him through great trauma and evil circumstances, kind of like a Leviathan blossom out of a corpse.

But to Dean, having happiness at the expense of others would make him "like a vampire," leeching life and happiness from the living, and that's uncomfortable. Because of Dean going to Hell and being resurrected, Pamela was pulled into this mess, lost her sight, and died. Cas burned her eyes out, something Cas is also horrified to revisit:

DEAN (looks at Pamela, whose eyes are now pure white) You're blind?

PAMELA Yeah, I've been blind for a while. Thank Feathers here for that one.

CASTIEL That was -- Dean, that was an accident.

Subconsciously, this was on Dean's mind, even before he remembered her blindness. But who is blind to what?

I think there are two layers to this. The first layer is that Dean cannot easily resolve being glad that Cas is in his life with the fact that Cas being in his life cost so much in the first place. The second layer is that Dean has experienced the trauma of being vessel now, and that not only re-contextualizes the horror of Sam and Cas's internal battles with Lucifer, it recontextualizes Cas and the Novaks. Dean was already thinking about these things in the previous episode, The Spear 14x09:

DEAN: [ Stopping Cas ] Listen to me. Michael conned me. Kept me trapped and drowning inside my own body. Now, when you and Sam were possessed by Lucifer, I -- I thought I understood, but I didn't, not really. So, yeah, if we get a chance to trap him, I'll take that, but I won't be truly happy until he is dead and I kill him.

Here, Dean is completely sidestepping the fact that Cas also possessed vessels, possibly all throughout his long life, forcing humans into submission and completely dominating them.

But Dean's subconscious isn't sidestepping it.

Loving Cas often makes Dean willfully blind to what he was, because Dean loves the person Cas has become. That's still a hugely burdensome cosmic horror, and it's been cast into a fresh light.

It's something that Cas struggles with, too, of course. (Indeed, in season 15, that's what the specter of Belphegor is all about; thus the "wearing him like a coat" line. Body snatching and angelic brutality are incredibly underestimated components of Cas's self-loathing. (Even the Empty calls them out in all of The Big Empty scripts.)

From 10x09:

CLAIRE: Why? Like you don’t have it coming? You stood there while this monster took my dad. [She puts the gun down, then turns to Cas.] I used to pray to you, Castiel. Every night. I would beg you to bring him home safe.

CASTIEL: I know.

CLAIRE: You know … My father was a good man. In what messed up world does he have to die and you get to live?

CASTIEL: I’m sorry.

CLAIRE: No. You feel guilty. There’s a difference.

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From 14x02:

NICK: Castiel, you’re just a stone cold body snatcher. You’re no different than Lucifer.

CAS: I...I need to look in on Jack. [CAS walks past NICK, but stops before he gets to the door] You know, in all my thousands of years, what happened to Jimmy Novak and his family are my greatest regret.

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I don't deserve to be happy

People struggle to accept their lives when they feel they've committed too many evils to be worthy of actually living it. (Like, that's the whole APPEAL of religion for a lot of folks, you know?) Some people set out to do penance or self-punish. But when does noble penance go too far? How much pain and self-flagellation absolves you of sin?

AMARA: I wanted you to see that the real, complicated Mary was better than your childhood dream because she was real. That now is always better than then. That you could finally start to accept your life. I thought having her back would release you, put that fire out. Your anger.

At the point in the story that Amara says this, she is mostly reacting to Dean's anger and nihilism at being cheated in life, but she has a fair point about accepting your life. (Dean swings wildly in season 15, going from the his more typical early-seasons, "I don't deserve a life, but what I do has meaning," to an embittered "I deserved a better life than this, and nothing matters, not even family, not even saving people; it's all rigged!"

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For Dean and Cas, I feel like Guilt is largely what the "something I can never have" stems from. It's the deep shame at the idea of being happy, of being selfish, at the expense of the more-deserving others. It's also about being bad luck--about being poison.

Cas shields himself from the weight of his guilt by appearing to be motivated by altruism. He likes to appear as if he's adhering to duty, something that Lucifer and Metatron are both shown to be absolutely bitter with him about. It's also why Jack was Cas's perfect raison d'état to feel good about staying on the earth and existing within a human family. It's more than that, too, but a huge attraction to the idea is exactly that.

From 10x10:

CASTIEL: This isn’t about me.

METATRON: (sarcastically) Of course not. The great Castiel never stoops to such selfishness.

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Dean's self-worth is so abysmally low, I could chunk out a bunch of examples.

From 3x10:

DREAM DEAN: Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. (angry) Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?

Nevertheless, throughout the series, Dean is incredibly in tune with his inner emotions. He has mini-crises about what he's willing to do for family, he quotes existential literature, he gives everything for his little brother even when it lurches into parental-authoritarian nightmare. He genuinely checks in on his suicidal war companions, and he showers Charlie and Claire with affection.

He was mentally prepared to say "I love you" to Cas in season 7. He creates a mixtape for him in season 12. He was originally drafted as telling Cas, "You're more than a weapon," in Good Intentions 13x14. He comforted Jack about his nightmares, and in Game Night 14x17 was at first super relieved that Jack was safe, "because he was safe with Mary (from Nick)."

Fuckups aside, I think we shouldn't underestimate Dean's amount of "sitting with the emotions in the dark of the night" type of introspection. I'd wager Dean still thinks about how he is only alive because John is dead. He still thinks about Layla and what happened in Faith--about taking another's heart to live. He even thinks about Adam, but he also feels powerless about a lot of these things.

I 100% think it's possible that Dean was suspicious of Chuck AND Chuck's entire family in season 15. Internally, it was a push-pull war of "Cas and Jack are family," and "Cas and Jack are Chuck's family...is he messing with me? Are they messing with me?"

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How dare you fall in love when so much bad had to happen for you to even meet

(In a kinder world, you'd have NEVER met at all)

What I'm trying to say with this rambling brain exercise, I guess, is I just think it's more interesting to me personally if the Dean-Cas struggles in latter seasons are more about the happiness they feel they don't deserve. The rest is okay: the stigma of society, or shame for attraction, or a lack of self-awareness, or even the popular 2D bigoted bruhaha depictions of a cartoonishly homophobic John. But I feel like you have to work harder for those when the cosmic horror of existing as they are is already baked into their self-loathing.

I don't tend to view Dean as unaware of his emotions; if anything, it feels like he is psychotically over aware of them. I think he suppresses the expression of them, sometimes, but not the emotions themselves. That's why he drinks as his coping weapon of choice.

If anything, it's Cas that has been trained that angels don't have emotions, and when they very obviously do show emotions (because hey, guess what--ALL angels canonically do), they get compartmentalized. Angel emotions "don't count" as real emotions, because they've been told they don't have them, and because they don't feel exactly like human ones. (It's like a person starting hormones and mistaking a change in the expression of emotions for either an absence or addition of feelings.)

Cas typically solves for this by cloaking his own selfishness in angelic duty, as Metatron and Lucifer so astutely note. It isn't until very late SPN that I'm convinced he is willing to honestly "read" his own emotions at all. Cas has to start loving Sam and Claire Novak and the world to even begin to parse why he's attached to Dean in a more-than-the-charge-I-must-protect fashion. I think this is partially why, in season 10, Cas starts out being willing to kill Demon!Dean in the early part and winds up NOT being able to do so in the latter part.

There's a major shift occurring with Cas in seasons 9 onward. I don't feel like he lost his grace and WHAM he suddenly parsed his own emotions. It takes awhile. He actually MARVELS that he has sharper sense of empathy as late as 9x11.

CASTIEL: You know, old me -- I would've have just kept going. I would've jammed that needle in deeper until you died because the ends always justified the means.

Season 10 deleted scene:

Cas: Glory? Oh, I’ve seen glory. And I’ve seen defeat. But I have seen the glory. I have won epic battles, and I have reaped vast rewards. And none of it has meant as much to me as the relationships that I’ve formed on Earth. Sam and Dean? They are like a family to me. Claire Novak? When she smiled at me? Nothing, no angelic crusade or victor’s bounty, none of that could ever hold a candle to that sweet, crooked smile.

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What do you want?

Everything Michael says is opposite. We know that Dean was gutted when Jack died, he was devastated when Sam left him alone with John, and he doesn't want Cas around out of obligation...he just wants him. Michael is The Character that goes around asking people, "What do you WANT?" So, he knows, too.

He's also astute enough to realize that he can't give Dean something too nice, or he'll realize he's in a dream. He can't bury him in trauma, because Dean thrives in that. He also can't bury him in blissful happiness, because he'll clock that. So instead he chooses a low-level, threats-on-the-horizon kind of contentedness--having something nice but not indulging too much.

In fact, in the terminal seasons, Dean and Cas seem low-key aware of how happy they make each other, but they can't LET themselves be happy. It would be selfish to seek more. They can't have it. But not because of what the other feels. It's largely because they feel they don't deserve to have this happiness. In Dean's case, happiness might even be dangerous, an invitation for more death. By the time they're on the cusp of something, The Empty strikes.

From 7x21

CASTIEL We live in a "sorry" universe...I mean, why should I prosper from... your misfortune? [CASTIEL puts down a marker and moves DEAN’s marker back to the start.] But these are the rules. I didn't make them.

And that's a real shame.

[sastielsfandom]

SPN but it's just a game of DND AU. Coming from someone with incrediblely limited knowledge I've randomly picked up even though they've never played a game, or managed to finish watching a campaign yet, but has many ideas. So, with that, here are more thoughts.

Also, little background information, this is just the idea that Chuck Shurley invited some of his friends to a DND campaign, and most of them, if not all of them just stuck with their actual names because it was easy and less confusing that way. Sam and Dean are the most frustrating and fun characters to have because they have such bad rolls at inconvenient times but are so creative about their solutions no matter what's thrown at them that it's enjoyable even when things don't go according to plan.

The original campaigns true big bad is Azazel, which later gets changed to Lucifer, and so on and so forth, until the big bad ends up being God. (Chuck was going to do it a lot earlier but they never got the rolls they needed for it. But also, when it seemed like it was finally going to happen, he was petty and made it so that the big bad was God's sister.)

It wasn't supposed to be a long campaign, at least not as long as it went, but Chuck had ideas and people joined. So, it continued.

Link to the original post if you want to read it

Now some other things I thought about while I was trying to sleep.

Chuck is a genuine writer and actually took these ideas and used them in a book, with everyone's permission. They're supportive, but that doesn't mean he's not going to be made fun of for adding that into the campaign. His retaliation? Inviting Charlie, knowing fully well she'll manage to out meta him. And she did!

There's some ongoing bits. Like Sam asking if he could roll to get a dog nearly every session, and when he finally managed to, the way he got it was by accidentally hitting it with his car. The other players, and Chuck included, weren't sure by the looks Sam was giving if they were going to have to find another DM after Sam murdered theirs.

Dean makes it a point to describe whatever he's eating in character as if it's important lore. And will sometimes even bring actual food to truly immerse himself, and shares depending how many people are playing that day.

Castiel makes others roll to see if he'll understand their joke or reference and they go with it. The first time it happened Chuck was so confused but it was funny, also Dean has the worst rolls when it comes to it which is why Castiel never gets his jokes or references. Sam would rather explain over a roll sometimes though.

Dean has tried many times to roll and seduce Baby, but has failed every time. Which everyone is thankful for. Even if it doesn't stop Dean from being like that with his car.

Dean kept flirting with a lot of NPCs and Chuck tried to deflect it a bit by making some of them monsters and gave that info to the group, but it backfired because then Sam flirted with the NPCs.

Sam will listen carefully about the lore that's presented and loves twisting it so it technically would work. One example is when Dean needed to be on holy grounds to get away from the racist truck, Sam presented the idea and Chuck makes him roll for it. He rolled high enough especially with creativity that it was granted. Another time was when Sam painted their faces with blood to appear as a mask. And him and Dean were funny enough with the bit they didn't even need to roll for it.

Also, I think it would be funny if that reason Sam and Castiel didn't get to talk much at times was because Chuck didn't want to deal with the flirting. It kept sidetracking everyone but it wouldn't have anything to do with the campaign because they wouldn't even be in character! So Chuck just quit putting them together unless he had to for a bit. But that only fueled them, hence the soul fisting, will you, boy? Sharing Sam's trauma, Netflix in Sam's room, raising a kid together, they had fun with it. And Chuck pretended to hate it but they got creative with it and were pretty funny about it. That and were good at pulling at the heartstrings. And it's why later in the campaign he kept putting them together more and more often.

Oh and Castiel didn't know he didn't get an official goodbye to Sam, he wrote a speech as they got to the end and there wasn't anyway he wasn't going to do the speech. So he just said it facing Sam and that's why when Cas was all emotional Dean wasn't because Cas was facing the other way, he didn't have anything to bounce off of!! And so when Dean's character died he made sure Cas was there and turned his back with a long speech to Sam as a way to poke fun.

Sam didn't appreciate either because they both made him cry. And only one actually made it in the campaign. (They said it was only fair for the amount of times Sam made everyone cry during the campaign.)

Jack is incredibly comedic. Looks at Jack eating the Occultum, but also likes to balance heartfelt moments, childlike naivety, profound perspectives, while also giving fantastic one liners that make people break character.

When Jack randomly mentioned it'd be interesting if Jack became God, that became everyone's mission. Chuck included.

There's been times outside of the campaign where he's accidentally referred to Cas or Sam as father or dad. He doesn't get to live down those moments and the next session is always sappier when he makes those slips.

Oh, and Rowena was a really fun add. She made a really tragic character but played her with such confidence that it was easy to forget. So moments where she's vulnerable, with no alternative motives, really shine. Also, she helped Crowley come up with his character and accidentally called him Fergus and for some reason he added it. So when she joined way later in the campaign she said he didn't use it enough so she would. And had the perfect excuse as why, because she's his mother.

[inked-out-trees]

Ok!

12 for Trevor

13

And I think 18

ok!!!! :)

sorry i rambled a lot so i'm readmoreing this LMAO

12. Character + Dialogue (Trevor)

“I’m putting up a sign. If your name is Annie Twilloil or Francis Beaumont, fuck off. Rabid cat inside. Or whatever.” Trevor waves a sleepy hand in the air. “Something something I’ll bite you.” (Chapter 2)

13. Talk about your growth from your first fic to now.

oh boy. it's been almost eight years. or maybe it has been eight years. you're sending me back to wattpad, buddy, i don't know if i can forgive that (fully joking).

i started writing my first real fic (for academic purposes we are talking about the first thing i posted, not all my elementary school flights of fancy) in junior high, mostly in spurts on the bus or back and forth on a shitty little usb drive that also carried my schoolwork. i'm pretty sure the main document was password protected and in a folder labeled something totally innocuous because i was thirteen and painfully embarrassed about writing supernatural fanfiction as though anyone else would ever use my memory stick, like, ever. flash forward to today where the writing folder on my laptop is 90% fic and i Do Not Care Anymore! but still with weird titles because that's just how these things go.

(but also shoutout to my first fic, which according to wattpad is still #939 in supernatural fic after alll these years. it's got a little medal next to it and everything. fuck yeah!)

when i read it i see a lot of things that mark a young writer - mostly characterisation issues, things that could be portrayed better, I hadn't gotten the hang of internal monologues yet so it's quite painfully objective (in comparison to my current taste and style). but, like, honestly? not bad. not bad at all. full respect to thirteen-year-old me for sticking through and writing, like, a full 50 thousand word thing without even realising it.

("alright, i did the math and, with various author's notes included because i wasn't going to put any more effort into this than what wattpad gave me, our wordcount for this fic was... 52,385. my third longest fic to date" -from a conversation with a friend a couple months ago, timestamp almost 2am. moral of the story: wattpad give us word counts please)

ANYWAY. aside from the, you know, wattpad stuff, what propelled me forward on that particular fic was both the existence of a full story in my head (and then some. rest in peace to the abandoned sequel) and some pretty cool folks to share it with. not stopping - and, indeed, writing more spn stuff before finally metamorphasis-ing into a theatre kid - was prompted through friends. so. friends are the reason for everything. another reason for everything was my move from wattpad to ao3, which happened somewhere in my move from junior high to high school (very symbolic i know) and subsequently allowed for such things as: greater audience! a comment section! sophistication! all the cool kids use ao3!

and, like, even ao3 era onwards. from 2016's newsies works to now there's like. improvement in plotting and planning! character voice and internal monologue! fun with structure! music! all these funky fresh things that i'm always so excited to work with. i don't even really have words to describe it anymore i just think it's fun as hell. it's just like. i will keep writing and i will keep getting better and these things are perpetual. and in several years with even more work under my belt i will be able to look back at what i've been doing the past couple years and do the exact same thing.

but all my love remains to the password-protected word docs that hold those supernatural fics from an earlier time. some of them saw the light of day and some of them straight up did not. all of them are still in my heart.

18. Share a line from a fic you'll never finish.

("cornley time travel au: is significantly better written, stronger interpersonal relationships, i actually know what i'm doing / supernatural OC apocalypse fic: written when my hubris knew no limits, has demons in the story. oh and em-dashes. i only started using em-dashes in like 2017" -same conversation as above)

remember how i wrote a sequel (threequel) to the lookout mmnis? i was also fully prepared to write a sequel to flat pack attack. rest in peace to flat pack attack: homeworld which will probably never see the light of day. the idea was good and a kid can dream

SAMPSON: You ever heard of… (reading from a page) a tailsman?

DELTA: Is it a talisman you mean?

Sampson squints at the page.

SAMPSON: No, this says tails. Like a monkey.

He sticks a hand near the base of his chair and does a tail approximation.

oh and secondary shoutout to another abandoned newsies au that drew on my experiences with high school theatre tech, aptly named welcome to hell - its namesake was something like:

He catches a glimpse of the whiteboard once again before he leaves. Someone, probably Jack again, has wiped out most of the letters in HOTEL CALIFORNIA - now it just reads WELCOME TO H EL L.

[whateverthedragonswant]

TW: 1x05 "Legacy Of A Mind"

Disclaimer: It goes without saying, if you don’t like, don’t read. And as I always say, criticism of a show does not equate to criticism of actors (or executive producers) as people so if you choose to continue, please leave all stanage (in particular, AA baggage) at the door.

Written by: Sehaj Sethi

Directed by: Lisa Soper

Rating: 4.5/10

Pros: costuming is better; showcasing of John's real character peeking through; Carlos and Latika (they have the brains, I'm telling you); Ada's back story and how it played into this episode; the scene with very young Mary, showcasing how horrible it is that any kid should be exposed to this world so young (the show didn't shy away from this and I appreciate that & I also think it's a great way to set out for the reboot with the right message/idea for a younger generation, perhaps they're finally realizing what they want their actual target audience to be?); the Men In Black Big Bug Bad was given another job (thanks, it's been 15 years since his last job so his wife and thousands of kids really appreciate it)

Cons: still have that trying-too-hard-to-be-SPN vibe in the beginning; Dean's voiceover somehow sounds less like Dean; lack of chemistry between John and Mary again; the lack of Mary's emotional agency when it comes to John; the Spanish terms are starting to feel like a box being checked while still maintaining a stereotype; POC still can't be the heroes, only John; lazy and opportunistic writing when it comes to the building of the John/Mary bond; alien space bugs as the Big Bad, say it with me "alien space bugs"; someone is missing a mop head and they should really look in Bridget's trailer if they're trying to find it, just saying

Idk these intro scenes with the “monsters” and then the opening sequence really just feels like they’re trying too hard - I know I’ve said it before but they really need to do something different to set themselves apart and find their own identity (and with it their actual audience) - I get why they’re doing it but it just doesn’t match up to SPN, instead it seems to make almost an unintentional mockery of it -- last episode they were getting better about this but now...they need to do better

Dean: “Spending a lifetime hunting monsters takes its toll. There comes a time when you gotta let out that pain inside you. If you don’t, it’ll eat you alive.” - sounds less like Dean, how is this possible?

John and Mary have less chemistry in this scene - again how is this possible? Am I watching the episodes out of order? *checks* No…

It’s official, Meg as Mary and Drake as John don’t have romantic chemistry - which would be fine this early in the game (and working on that organic build-up) if they weren’t pushing it so hard with shots and framing and dialogue and the rest like they are

I know I’ve seen this in previous episodes but I have to mention the “based on ‘supernatural’ created by Eric Kripe” credit - if the specific wording of that credit doesn’t tell you that this isn’t an official prequel and it’s actually a reboot/AU, then I don’t know what else will - so people can STOP screaming about how if you don’t watch this show and make it a success ratings wise that you’ll never get anymore SPN content

Right, John, and Denial is a river in Egypt; and Millie knows it, too

See, this convo between mother and son about Mary and romance to me feels more organic than random characters continuously reminding the audience about the Jary romance factor each episode

Oooo Millie thinks Mary is good for John but also doesn’t seem to care for her or is putting on the tough Mom front, one or the other

Relevant Prop: Headline: “Today’s the day they say ‘I do’” (and as if the “New meat plant openings in Waterville complex” “Real estate on the rise” and “State fair wins praise” aren’t obvious, TW, come on) - right after the Millie and John convo about Mary which gets interrupted by Mary and lo and behold, she’s the one holding up this paper - on the nose and not cute or brilliant, sorry

Ooh, we see Ada again, nice

There’s Carlos bringing in the more immediate issue at hand aka logic (this is going to bring about the split up of the team mentioned in the blurb isn’t it?)

I love how Carlos is the one to bring Ada into the decision making, I get that he’s doing it so she’ll side with him, but why isn’t Mary doing that? Isn’t Mary the supposed leader of this Scooby Gang?

Uh oh, I don’t like that look, Ada - I gotta admit, I like her character (and I think there’s way more to her than meets the eye) but I don’t exactly trust her intentions sometimes

Gotta give props - seems like the costume dept has gotten better about matching the time period, I’m glad to see it

I LOVE Latika’s outfit

Alright I’m just gonna say it, why are the POC in the back and John and Mary are up front in this walking sequence/shot? Again, if this show didn’t market themselves as inclusive and having a diverse cast, continuously driving that point home during promotion, I wouldn’t keep bringing this up as often as I do - does TW really not realize how unfavorable (nicest word I could think of) that image is?

And so Djinns make an appearance into this universe, interesting

I’m sorry, John is a soldier and he doesn’t react to someone running at them, possibly to attack them? Instead, he’s just calm as can be? Same with Mary and Carlos as two experienced hunters? Are you kidding me? - especially given the contrast of Latika’s reaction

Interesting shot of Ada and the guy - something tells me she knows him and I’m thinking with how young this kid is, it’s her son or younger brother, someone close

Oh, there you go, it’s her son

Wait, how did Carlos, Mary, and John hear Ada when they were still in the warehouse? Sigh (how did they have a semi-decent episode in the last one and now we’re going back to amateurville? HOW?)

Ada’s got a point - it’s her son, why would she tell hunters about him if he’s half-Djinn?

Wow, fuck you, John - typical John coming through (I’m glad that they didn’t lapse on showing this part of his character that is very much a part of his SPN character post-loss) - you just started hunting five episodes ago, take a goddamn seat

And everyone just follows John’s lead? Because the newbie spoke up? Omg this is aggravating 

John, Istg I’m about to come through that screen and slap that look off of your face, how dare you, sit down and stfu - JHC he is irritating in this situation, typical SPN John Winchester coming through (I give props to Drake and TW for that one)

Thank you, Carlos, and omg thank you, Latika - at least somebody’s using their brains in this group

Seriously, Carlos and Latika are the only ones that have treated Ada like a person in this group so far

Now John is Mr. Super Sensitive Guy With A Heart? Because it’s Mary? Talking about Ada and her Djinn boyfriend falling in love? Idc what anyone says, my loathing of John in any form will never cease, there is no redemption for that son of a bitch, idc what JDM, Jensen, Danneel, RT, Kripke, or anyone else might have to say - but again, major props to the show for not veering away from showing that part of his personality

Another “soldier boy” reference - EYE ROLL - God, I have no idea why they keep going back to this, it’s so cringe and so obvious

A little more chemistry with John and Mary in this scene but I think it was coming more from Drake’s side here - the whole convo was stupid tbh and obviously John trying to goad Mary with some possible jealousy while also teasing her

“Mi Abuela”...not “my abuela”, when Carlos doesn’t speak Spanish that often (and we don’t even know if he can speak it fluently or was raised with it) - better than “amigo” but you guys still need to work on this

I feel for Tony

Relevant line: “Like a giant bug” - obviously the Akrida - can I just say that I still think it’s laughable that the Big Bad is a group of alleged alien bugs?

“The Akrida” Dun dun dun

Oh and again John is running things *cue another eye roll*

I’m glad Mary is being a lot nicer to Ada

Tony possibly following in his father’s steps - another parallel to Mary (and John) with the whole father theme

Ada: “I’ll take that win.” - writers, really? You do realize that you do not need to copy every single thing from SPN, right? These aren’t cute callbacks and that is definitely not a line that was used back in the 70’s so it’s obvious what your real goal is and it’s ridiculous (again, just call it a reboot and go)

Okay, okay, so you’re telling me that Mary can’t have this moment with Ada alone? That John has to eavesdrop? Because she won’t “open up” to him? How are we supposed to see Mary as her own character in this series when they do things like this? Whatever she’s thinking/feeling about John does not need to be made apparent to him (without her consent like in this scene) right away in order to sell this “romance”; the only one that should be “eavesdropping” on this scene is the audience

Mary, of course she’s going to say she would do it again, she had a kid - very different

Ugh, I despise that smile of John’s - for a show that’s supposed to have me rooting for this couple so Sam and Dean can happen in the flagship series (hear me, Robbie, FLAGSHIP SERIES, not mothership, ugh), you guys sure are working to do the opposite

“Hey, where’s John?” He was busy eavesdropping with serious Edward Cullen-creepy vibes and only bounced a second ago, you can probably catch him if you hurry

I like that Carlos and Mary took the lead on this one

Oh look it’s the alien spider-dog again, why are you guys running? He just wants to play fetch

So that’s the next job the Men In Black Big Bug that Vincent D’Onofrio turned into has! I was worried that his career hit a bit of a stale point but it looks like he’s making a comeback, whew, one worry off of my list 

“What the hell was that thing?” “Roach” - you aren’t kidding, Carlos. Don’t you know these are alien space bug things?

I bet you Mary was stung by the alien spider-dog

Yep - knew it

Whoa - I’m sorry to say it but Meg’s acting is not that great in this scene, like girl all you have to do is act out of it, how is that a problem?

“Querida” - alright a little better

While I respect everything Tony is saying in this scene, this whole thing is ridiculous - and John is the only one connected to Mary out of that group? Come on, people, back to amateurville it is apparently - and of course John has to be the hero, not any POC including Tony who is the actual half-Djinn? Omg...I don’t know if I’m going to make it to episode 7

Loved Carlos’ “help” LOL

Hey writers - hi there! Just a small little question - why is Mary struggling so much while in this dream state but John isn’t when they’re both doing the same thing? I get that the Akrida didn’t affect John and he’s going in through using Tony’s powers but really? 

So we have a hallway that is reminiscent of Beetlejuice? Okay

Mary has the anti-possession charm on a bracelet? What if the clasp breaks? What if it’s a demon who breaks it? I get that the tattoos weren’t around until Dean and Sam but isn’t there a better way to have it on their person?

“Mary, we don’t have time for this” - I get that John is right but did he not hear Tony when he mentioned the word “trauma” in his explanation? Since John doesn’t know what the said trauma is for Mary, shouldn’t he state this another way? Especially since he’s "in love" with her? (and just as an aside, I don’t care for how Mary’s emotional trauma and thoughts were stripped from her this episode so John could be let in without her consent to force the “romance” and bonding - Mary doesn’t force John to talk about the war and his trauma, he shouldn’t be doing that to her outside of the whole Akrida urgency business - you’ll notice that Latika didn’t force Mary to go into Maggie’s room in the previous episode - and the writers using this mind walk crap as a way to force that bond is lazy and pure bullshit - one thing SPN itself got right was the emotional foundation it created, that’s good writing, this is not it)

Oh, now he talks to her appropriately

OMG this is so fucked up - they’re showing a bit of the foundation of the Mary we know (which is good) and how she never wanted this for her children but John literally still does the same thing to Dean and Sam later on - FUCKED UP (and once again, fuck you John and a major fuck you to the Campbells) - I don't give a crap if there's a mind wipe or spell or whatever that gets us to the original series (and John doesn't remember), the point is Sam and Dean should have never been made to do any of it and John is a POS father, again idc what JDM, Jensen, John apologists have to say - this scene actually showcases that brilliantly with this scene of young Mary

I have to say Meg’s acting is a bit better here, more believable

Oh shit, I take that back, Meg honey, you had it, what happened?

“No kid should ever have to go through that.” A LITTLE LOUDER FOR THE JOHN WINCHESTER APOLOGISTS IN THE BACK

Okay, Meg has it back again, good

“Did you open up to Mary yet?” “Nope, but she opened up to me. Just not how she expected.” yeah aka without her consent

So we went through all of that for Mary to “open up” to John and then John shuts down on her? #makeitmakesense

Awww loved the Tony/Latika moment, cute

Roxanne -> Rockin’ Roxy - calling it now

Yep, knew it

Omg what hair is that??? *jumps up and yells into the crowd* “IS ANYONE MISSING A MOP HEAD?” holy crap, I know it's the 70's but surely the hair/costuming dept can do better than that

“I Put A Spell On You” - really? Obviously that’s the radio station they’re using and I wonder if the music itself is the “signal” since the song choice here is on the nose

Episode theme: You need a release/to let go or it will consume you

Monster: mixture of cute and the desire to grab a can of Raid

Chemistry: John and Millie; John and Betty; Carlos and Ada; Mary and Ada; Tony and Latika

Ending Thoughts: I'm not exactly sure what happened her but somehow this episode was less stellar in quality than the last, it almost gave off the vibe of the episodes being out of order or something. The Mary memories were great and so was Ada's and Tony's story. I also appreciated seeing the real John Winchester come through and I'm glad TW isn't shying away from that. And that's why I left the rating as the same rather than decrease it though this was subpar compared to last episode.

[astralshipper]

honestly at this point im so close to just. rewriting a bunch of spn episodes but plopping my overpowered god s/i into em just. for reasons. aka, i would like to help sam and dean and cas through every tiny little thing smoothly and easily and i would like to make sure theyre happy and i would like to take all of the fear and entertainment out of it and just make it “i already know what happens here so i’ll fix it and then we’ll spend the rest of the time eating snacks and talking about our favorite movies”

[holylulusworld]

Crush at first sight (1)

Title: Crush at first sight (1)

Written for @spnabobingo​​​​: High School AU

Summary: You are new to town. New to being in love.

Rating: Teen

Ship: Young Alpha!Dean Winchester x Young Omega!Reader

Characters: Lisa Braeden

Warnings: angst, harassing, bullying, a/b/o, fluff, protective Dean, cocky/flirty Dean, awful parents, shitty mother, mentions of cheating and abandonment, both are 18 in this story

A/N: This is an AU. There is no supernatural out there.

A/N2: Part 1/3

Words: 1,4 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

2021 SPN A/B/O BINGO masterlist

Being new to town feels odd. Being at a new high school, even worse. You stand in front of strangers and the teacher forces you to tell them about yourself.

What shall you tell them? That your mom ran for the hills with some guy half her age. That your dad moved out of town with you in tow to get away from the noisy neighbors and the people knowing about your mother’s affair? That you are scared to start over in a new town, with new classmates. That you only had one good friend at your old place. Now you lost her too.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you mumble instead, eyes glued to the wall opposite your position. You don’t want to stare at the people in the room, afraid one of them might get pissed. “I moved to town with my dad.”

“What do we do with new classmates?” the teacher chirps. “Come on. I want you to give Y/N a warm welcome. She needs to feel welcome.” She presses on, and you can hear the people groan and complain.

“It’s fine, miss,” whispering the words you pray she will just drop it and leave you be. “I’m a stranger to them. Can’t I just sit down?”

“Welcome, loser,” a girl sneers, making most of the boys’ chuckle. Alright, that’s the one you should not piss of then. “You look like your dad bought your clothes at Walmart.”

“Lisa,” the teacher tuts. “What did I tell you about harassing other girls or betas. I will talk to the dean if you don’t stop. We do not tolerate bullying in this classroom!”

“It’s actually from Tory Burch. My dad bought it in New York for me while he was on a business trip last month,” you lift your gaze off of the wall to glare at Lisa. “Why should I be ashamed to wear clothes my dad bought for me at Walmart? He would mean well and care for me either way,” you quip.

“No one asked you, bitch,” Lisa spats at you. “You’re still a loser.”

“That is enough,” you gasp when a tall alpha jumps up from his chair to defend you. “Can you just stop bitching around all the time? We all have enough of your attitude. You are not the queen of fucking England, Lis. Leave the girl alone. My pants are from Walmart too. Do you want to harass me now?”

“Dean? What? I would never—” she shrinks into herself, whining in distress as the alpha steps past her seat to hold out his hand for you. “DEAN!”

“Hi, the name’s Dean, sweetheart,” he flashes you a bright smile, emerald eyes sparkling as you place your trembling hand into his warm palm. “The spot next to me is still free. I guess you got lucky. You can have it if you want to.”

“O-kay,” you reluctantly let Dean guide you toward the desk next to his place, not missing Lisa and some other girls snarl in your direction. 

After classes, Dean waits for you. “How about I drive you home?” he offers, giving you a cocky smirk. “You know, it’s my duty to get to know all the new and sweet girls coming to town.”

“I’m not sweet,” Dean chuckles at your comment, but sticks around, nonetheless. “Thank you for earlier.” You sniffle. “I’m a little shy when it comes to finding friends.”

“We kids wearing cheap clothes should stick together,” he gives you a wink, making your cheeks heat up. “Lisa is, well Lisa. She’s got a stick up to her ass only as her aunt sends her fancy clothes she doesn’t wear any longer.”

“How do you know I lied?” you wonder aloud as he takes your bag, shrugging. “I shouldn’t have lied, but she made me mad. Dad lost his job after my mom left us and now…”

“Sweetheart, the times are hard. It’s only my dad, me, and my little brother Sammy. We are alone most of the time and have barely enough money to buy food. You don’t have to explain shit to me,” nodding you give Dean a soft smile. “I work after school at Bobby’s place to make extra cash to feed me and my brother.”

“I guess, now that my dad is the only one with an income, I should look for a job too. Maybe I can ask around town,” you hum to yourself. “Do you know anyone hiring?”

“You’re a lucky one, huh? Bobby said a few days ago that he’s looking for help with his papers and crap. Can you type?” Dean walks next to you when you turn to leave the room. “He pays well and is a cool guy. I like him more than my dad sometimes.”

“Yes! And I’m good at mathematics and stuff,” you fall into light conversation with Dean as he guides you through the hallways of the school. “Maybe he’ll hire me. That would be great.”

“I’ll ask him this afternoon. How about I pick you up before work and introduce you to the old geezer.”

“Why are you so nice?” whispering the words you steal glances at the alpha. “You don’t even know me.”

“I recognize someone in need, Y/N. You are just like me. Your parents fucked their marriage up. Your father is not available, and you are left to clean their mess,” he explains. 

“That's not the case. My dad worked his ass off to meet my mother’s expectations. She spent his money on expensive clothes, her beauty, and shit. One day, she decided a younger guy makes her look better,” you sniff, wiping your eyes as you stop right in front of the door. “She left in the middle of the night without looking back.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean holds the door open for you, watches you step out of school. “My mom died when I was barely four. Sammy was still a baby. Dad didn’t take it well. He’s traveling through the country to sell crap to people. My father barely is at home, and if he’s home, he’s not there—” the alpha gives you a sad smile. “I guess you know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” nodding you look at Dean. “It hit my dad hard that mom left us. She didn’t even call for my birthday. It’s been almost a year now. We lost our house, and I had to move thousands of miles away from the only friend I had at my old school.”

“You got a new friend now,” Dean slings his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward his car. “Look, that’s my baby.”

“Oh, that’s a 1967er Impala, right?” you run toward the car to look it all over. “She’s so pretty, and in good shape! Damn.”

“I got a knack for cars, you know. Y/N, be honest with me,” he smirks when you slide your hand over the roof of his car. “Baby is the prettiest car you ever saw, right?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty Dean. It’s the perfect car for you. So cool and still, nice,” you nod at the kind alpha.

“Alright. Get in, and I’ll drive you home.”

“Thank you,” you smile when Dean opens the door for you before he puts your bag in the backseat. 

“How long do you live here, Dean?” you ask as he drives along the street. Your eyes follow the small houses and the white picket fences as they fly by. Lawrence is a sleepy little town to you. Unlike New York, it’s almost silent.

“All my life,” Dean softly replies. “Never made it out of town so far.” He huffs. “One day, I’ll leave this shitty town. I’ll make sure my baby brother makes it to the university and open my own business.”

“Cool plan,” nodding Dean glances at you before he focuses on the street. “I had plans too before my mom left with all the money my dad spared. Now I must rethink my plans and just—”

“Take the chance life gives you,” you chuckle at Dean’s words. It almost sounded poetic to you. “I mean it, sweetheart. Without your mother being a heartless bitch, you would’ve never met me.”

“True,” this time he chuckles as you scoot a little close to sniff in his direction. “I never met a cocky and sweet alpha like you before, Dean Winchester.”

“I knew you’ll fall for me the moment you entered the classroom,” he smirks now, loving he made you laugh. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I will watch your back. Just stick to my side and no one will bug you. Lisa must learn she cannot bully other girls.”

“Thank you, again. I can never pay you back for your kindness…”

“Marry me one day and we are golden, sweetheart,” Dean gives you a wink. “You’re going to be a pretty bride…”

>> Part 2

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