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whimsyfinny · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: provocative dancing, slight Sam x Reader, jealous Dean

Chapter Word Count: 4211

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A/N: aaaaahhhhhhhh sorry this one took ages. I suddenly had a bunch of personal things going on so I struggled to find the time. Also this chapter is wild, I’m so sorry for the complete train wreck that it is. I just keep writing without questioning it too much. But yeah same as always pls let me know of any errors as I am the only one who proof reads this shit.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 8 - Part 1

Morning soon rolled around; my alarm waking me from my deep dreamless sleep, eyes wearily blinking open as I stared blankly at the old ceiling. Turning off the repetitive beeping, I flung back the covers and climbed out of bed, pacing to the bathroom to freshen up before heading down to breakfast. I was in desperate need of a laundry day as I was down to my last couple of clean items: a cropped black tank top that said ‘Singers Salvage Yard’ across the front in old cracked and over washed lettering, paired with a short denim skirt with frayed edges. It was an a-line fit a long time ago, but as I got older and my figure changed it just got tighter and shorter. I don’t even know why I still have the thing. Paired with my boots and some comfy socks poking over the top of them, I looked like I should be getting paid to wash cars. I grimaced, knowing full well that Dean was going to make a comment.

Dean.

My mind raced back to last night with his parted lips and black lustful eyes - I couldn’t tell if he wanted to push me against a wall or be at my mercy, it was hard to say. Both sounded spectacular.

I strode into the central study room where the boys did all their research, looking for my flannel when I noticed a figure out of the corner of my eye. Instinct took over and I grabbed the nearest item to me - a lamp from the middle of the table - and held it up like a bat, ready to swing. The man flinched but held up his hands, an apologetic expression on his ruggedly handsome face.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” his voice was monotone despite his peaceful words.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“CAS!” Suddenly Deans voice rang through the open room and we both spun to see him standing where I had just walked in, Sam following behind.

“Dean I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle her, I wasn’t expecting you to have visitors,” this Cas guy spoke, his tone forever unchanging.

“This is (Y/n), Bobby’s niece. She’s staying with us for a while to help with research,” he explained, before turning to me and giving me a stern look, holding his hand out.

“(Y/n) give me the lamp.”

I did as he asked, placing the cool metal into his palm as he returned it to the table. We shared a look for a second and I was unsure of the meaning behind it - was he mad about me almost bludgeoning his friend? Was it because I was going to use a lamp of all things? Or was it about last night, and the fact I left him hanging? Who knows, but I’m sure I’ll hear about it later. Dean was about to turn away when the monotone voice of Cas spoke up.

“I’m sorry (Y/n), please forgive me for startling you. Although…” he paused, looking me up and down and then almost knowingly between myself and Dean, “I have personally been caught off guard here as well - I was unaware that Dean was involved with someone.”

“Excuse me?” I blinked up at Cas, getting ready to snatch that lamp back. I saw Dean pinch the bridge of his nose and mutter an ‘oh boy’ under his breath.

“You’re sexual endeavours with Dean,” Cas looked at me like I was the one missing something here. Clearly I am. Cas continued, “you’ve been intimate, have you not? This means that you are a couple from what I’ve learned.” Suddenly his eyes went wide and he looked straight at Dean.

“Or is this a pizza man situation?”

“CAS STOP TALKING,” Dean bellowed, embarrassment creeping across his face. I’m assuming he’s not used to that emotion as he was getting very frustrated. I couldn’t help but stand there in disbelief.

“How the actual FUCK do you know about me and Dean after saying that you weren’t aware of me even being here before you arrived?”

“He can smell it,” Dean said quietly, arms now crossed over his chest.

“What?”

“He can smell… me… on you,” as the words left his lips, his eyes locked with mine for a split second sending a jolt down my spine and hair prickling on my skin. I tore my eyes away from him and looked back at Cas.

“So wait, this weirdo can smell that I slept in one of Deans T-shirts last night?”

“You slept in one of his shirts?” Sam asked, piping up for the first time since this conversation started. Dean grinned like the cat that got the cream, embarrassment dissipating for a second.

“Yeah, she did.”

“Hmmm,” Cas mumbled, “No it’s not just that… It’s stronger, like there is part of Dean in her somehow. Or at least there was; not so much anymore.”

My eyes went as wide as the moon and my cheeks felt like they’d been set on fire.

“OH MY GOD,” I hid my face in my hands, wanting the ground to swallow me up. Whilst I tried to hide my entire existence, Dean cackled, leaving Sam confused.

“I don’t get it, what’s going on?” He asked, looking between all three of us. I couldn’t say a word through the white hot embarrassment, which left Dean to explain. He turned and looked Sam dead in the eye.

“You know how much I love pie, Sam,” he paused to see if Sam was catching on, which he wasn’t so Dean continued. “All sorts of pie. Like, uh, apple pie, cherry pie… cream pie…” Sam’s eyes shot open as wide as they could and he almost went as red as me.

“Nope!” He declared, promptly spinning on his heel and leaving. Cas looked confused.

“I smell no pie here.”

“Never mind, Cas,” Dean patted him on the shoulder before urging him to catch up with Sam who I’m assuming is in the kitchen by now. When it was just Dean and I left I peered at him through my fingers, my face still burning up.

“Dean what the fuck just happened?!”

He tried to suppress his laughter, explaining that Cas was in fact ‘Castiel’ and an Angel of the Lord, which explained his rigid behaviour and a weirdly strong set of senses.

“Why didn’t you butt in and explain who he was before everything got so embarrassing!”

“To be honest it was all pretty hilarious.”

“No it wasn’t! That was NOT an enjoyable moment!”

“Ok I’m sorry,” Dean paused, looking down at me with softer eyes, a slight smile still on his lips. He stepped closer and I pushed on his chest.

“You better be! You owe me big time for that one Winchester.”

He grinned as the furious redness on my face simmered down, just leaving a pink glow on my cheeks.

“Ok ok! Look let's just go and get some breakfast and put this behind us,” he put his hand on the small of my back, urging me towards the kitchen. I hummed, walking with him. There were a few moments of silence as we made our way down before he suddenly spoke up again.

“Did you know that he once smelt a bladder infection on a dead guy?”

Breakfast was uneventful. I was unable to make eye contact with Castiel, and it seemed that Sam was unable to make eye contact with me. Dean however was completely unphased. Once we were all finished and I’d cleared everything away I made my way to my room, grabbed my dirty clothes and then headed to the laundry room - today was going to be a practical one as I officially had nothing else to wear. Upon arriving I couldn’t help but grimace; a mountain of mens clothes covered in mud, blood and black goop sat in the middle of the floor by the washers.

“Gross…” I winced, the smell of dirt and iron filling my nose as I got closer and poked the pile with a pipe I found off to the side. I half expected the mass of clothes to sprout legs and walk off. The boys could probably find lore on the thing with how long its been sitting here. I huffed, scooping my hair into a high ponytail before shoving a bunch of my washing in a machine and turning it on before returning for face the Winchesters laundry. I can’t leave it here, that goes against everything clean and hygienic that I stand for. I could burn it? They would definitely complain about having to replace all the plaid shirts. Should I sort it or just hope for the best? Do I check the pockets? Knowing all the crap they carry around, I should definitely check the pockets before a load of bullets or a hex bag goes through one of the machines. I set to work, sorting out colours, blacks and whites - unable to differentiate between lights and darks at times - and search every pocket as I go. The amount of women’s phone numbers I find on napkins and receipts is ridiculous. I can’t help but feel a little deflated, knowing I’m probably just a name on Deans list. I put them to the side in a pile, keeping them separate from the numbers from Sam’s pockets. I load up another machine and turn it on, picking up the stacks of numbers and leaving the room.

I find the boys sitting in their usual places at the tables, surrounded by piles of books and files. Castiel was nowhere to be seen. I walk up to them and slide the collection of phone numbers over to them.

“I thought you might want to keep these,” I said, not understanding the tone in my own voice. They both took a few seconds to realise what it was that I was handing them and they both responded in an abashed manner, shooting each other a knowing look before staring at the accumulation of digits, not once making eye contact with me. Sam nodded a quick ‘thank you’ before I turned to leave, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him crumple them up and throw them away in a carrier bag on the floor next to him. At the same time, I caught Dean shoving his collection into his jacket pocket, which was hung on the back of his chair. I hastened my actions and turned away quicker, not wanting to have the knowledge that he was keeping them. A pang of something shot through my chest, and I couldn’t tell if it was jealousy, sadness, rage or self pity. Whatever it was, I needed to get the fuck away from Dean.

A few hours passed and I was still sorting laundry. My clothes were officially clean and dry and away in my room, however the task at hand was now the clothes belonging to the Winchester boys. I was a few minutes away from the final load of washing being dry, and I’d managed to arrange the clothing into piles of ‘definitely Sam’ and ‘definitely Dean’, with a ‘really not sure’ pile in the middle. The jeans were easy enough to tell apart and due to Deans T-shirt I wore to bed last night, I now knew that he wore a slightly larger shirt size than his younger brother. I guess he had bigger shoulders, despite Sam being taller. My train of thought snapped as I suddenly heard a door slam upstairs and a female voice call out. I recognised the voice immediately. I stopped everything I was doing and headed upstairs, my feet carrying me with purpose as I reached the study room; Sam and Dean also emerging from another corridor.

“Charlie!” Dean beamed at her, going to give her a hug before I caught up to them and shoved him out the way.

“Don’t you EVER abandon me again like that,” I said, embracing her tight. “I’m fucking annoyed at you…. But I’m glad you’re here. These guys are like wild animals.” She patted my hair softly before I stepped back and she had an apologetic look on her face.

“I knooowwww I’m sorry! But you were in such a slump I really had to do something. Plus these guys really needed whipping into shape,” she spoke the second half of her sentence quieter and we both peered at the boys, fully aware that they could hear every word we were saying.

“Anyway!” She exclaimed, moving away and plopping her backpack onto the nearest table, “I think I have a case for you guys…” her voice was excited but the way her expression changed when she looked from the boys to me was slightly concerning. Sam seemed to pick up on this too.

“That’s great, but what’s the catch?” He asked. Charlie bit her lip and looked between the boys and me again.

“It’s in a strip club and we will need (Y/n) as bait.”

“What?!” Both me and Sam spoke up at the same time, and all that Dean could muster was a huge grin.

“I’m gonna need more details than that Charlie,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Right, yes, I probably should have started with the other details. Anyway, I’m pretty sure this club is run by a bunch of vamps, using girls as bait to lure in unsuspecting men to feed on in the private rooms.” The brothers nodded, like they’d seen this sort of thing before. “Anyway,” she continued, “I’ve had a hunch about this place for a while and did some digging, and it turns out that just last night they advertised a new position available and they want someone that looks just like (Y/n). This is a perfect way to take them down from the inside.” Charlie finished speaking and scanned our faces for any sort of response. I shrugged.

“Sure I’m in.”

“No way, we aren’t putting you in the line of fire like that,” Sam turned to me, a look of worry already smothering his features.

“I agree with Sam, this will be more dangerous than the last case. We’ll find another way to take them down,” Dean said, before he added in an almost snide tone “plus I bet you can’t even lap dance. How would you ever fit in?”

I scoffed.

“Fuck you, I can lap dance just fine.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“I don’t need to prove shit to you.”

“Guys,” Sam held his hands up, “not right now.”

I turned back to Charlie.

“Look I’m in, can you make sure that no one else gets hired?” She grins, opening her backpack and pulling out her tablet.

“Absolutely!”

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radioactivatedspider · 27 days ago

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The Hardest Goodbye

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Next Time... Pt. 2

pairing: Dean Winchester x oc

genre; angst-heavy romance, drama, supernatural fiction

warnings; Emotional intensity, Mentions of death/danger, Bittersweet ending

Summary: As Courtney walks away from hunting to build a peaceful life, Dean struggles with the pain of letting go, torn between love and his past.

695 words

The night was still, except for the soft rustling of the trees outside the bunker. Courtney sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the duffel bag in front of her. It was half-packed—her clothes, her favorite sweater, the small golden heart necklace Dean had given her on their first anniversary. The weight of it pressed against her collarbone, a reminder of everything she was about to leave behind.

She heard his footsteps before he spoke. Dean had a way of walking that was impossible to miss—steady, and confident, but tonight there was hesitation in every step. When he appeared in the doorway, his expression was unreadable.

"You gonna tell me where you're going, or do I have to guess?" His voice was rough, guarded.

Courtney took a deep breath. "I can't do this anymore, Dean."

He scoffed, stepping inside and folding his arms. "Do what? Hunt? Run from monsters? Save people? Because that's kinda what we do."

"Exactly. It's what we do. But it’s not what I want anymore."

Dean exhaled sharply and ran a hand over his face. "Come on, Court. We've been at this for years. You're one of the best hunters out there. Why now?"

She looked down at her hands. "Because I'm tired. I'm tired of waking up and wondering if today’s the day I don’t make it back. I’m tired of losing people. And I’m tired of pretending like I don’t want more than this."

Dean stared at her, his jaw tightening. "You think I don’t get that? You think I don’t wake up every damn day wondering if I’ll make it back? If you’ll make it back? But we don’t get normal, Courtney. That’s not how this works."

"You tried," she reminded him. "With Lisa. When Sam was gone. You walked away."

"And look how that turned out," he shot back. "It didn’t last. Because this life—it finds you. No matter how hard you run."

Courtney stood up, stepping toward him. "Maybe. But I have to try. I want a real life, Dean. A home, a job that doesn’t involve killing things. Maybe even a family someday. Don’t you?"

He didn’t answer right away, and that silence cut deeper than any blade. He swallowed hard, looking away. "I want you."

Her heart clenched. "Then come with me."

Dean let out a short, bitter laugh. "You know I can’t do that."

"Why not? You did it before."

"Because Sam’s still here. Cas is still out there. And there’s a world full of things that need stopping. I walk away, and people die. You know that."

Courtney reached out, touching his face gently. "And if you stay, what happens to you? How much more of yourself do you lose?"

Dean closed his eyes at her touch, leaning into it for just a second before he pulled away. "I don’t know any other way to live."

Her throat tightened. She had hoped—maybe foolishly—that he would say yes, that he would choose her, choose them, the way she had already chosen him. But hunting was in his blood, in his bones, and maybe it was too much to ask him to give it up.

A tear slipped down her cheek, and Dean reached out, brushing it away with his thumb. "So that’s it, huh? You’re just gonna go?"

"I have to."

Dean nodded slowly, the weight of the moment settling over both of them. "I’m not gonna stop you."

She let out a shaky breath, half-grateful, half-broken. "I don’t want this to be goodbye."

He smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Nothing in this life is ever that simple."

She hesitated for a long moment before standing on her toes, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. He kissed her back, desperate and aching, but when they pulled away, they both knew the truth. This was the end of something—maybe not forever, but for now.

Courtney grabbed her bag, walking past him toward the door. Dean didn’t turn around as she left, and she didn’t look back.

The night was still again, except for the soft rustling of the trees outside the bunker. But this time, it felt emptier.

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scoobydoodean · 7 months ago

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i think even though cas was in there stealing the journal, i think he was trying to legitimately convince dean to come to his side, because he does it the Very next episode (although he doesnt seem to realize that hes being manipulative about it..im not trying to infantilize him i just remember him being confused/surprised when dean points out that crowley gave him the same line)

like i do think theres a bit of double think in how castiel acts and behaves and he doesnt seem to grasp the emotional consequences of his actions, especially in this season.

like he thinks hes saying "if you trust me (please trust me) i can get crowley to release lisa and ben, because you wont be a threat anymore to his plan"

but dean hears "if you want lisa and ben back, you'll have to fall in line"

thats not to say dean is wrong for hearing it like that, but castiel really seems to be struggling with communication because he did this all for dean (in his mind) and once it's all over everything will be fine, lucifer and michael will stay in their cage, and dean and lisa will be safe at home.

but at this point hes killed too many and hurt too many people to turn back so when dean pleads for him to back down hes hearing dean say "im fine with risking the apocalypse again, and i cant trust you to do a plan that you are certain will work" when dean is just worried about another eve slipping through

its just very delightfully complex (imho) i dont really have a conclusion

Cas definitely wanted Dean on his side. He didn't need to wake Dean up or have a conversation with him to get the journal. He chose to wake him up and have that conversation because he desperately wanted Dean not to think badly of him. It's just hilarious that at the same time, he was also like. There to steal shit. When he saw Dean sleeping on that couch, he just couldn't help himself. He wanted to talk to Dean.

Trying to get Dean on his side was important to Cas because he loves Dean and values their friendship, but it was also important to him because Cas had, to some extent, tied his self-image to everyone else's perception of him over the whole season. He lies to all of his friends—Sam, Dean, Bobby, Balthazar, Rachel. He lies to the Winchesters because he wants a place he can come to where someone still recognizes him as the person he used to be and not the person he is becoming. Crowley puts this best:

CROWLEY: The big lie -- the Winchesters still buy it. The good Cas, the righteous Cas. And long as they still believe it, you get to believe it. Well, I got news for you, kitten. A whore is a whore is a whore.

This is a period where Cas was doubting everything and wrestling with moral quandaries. He sees his own actions as monstrous, but also believes that monstrosity is necessary. He and Dean have a conversation about this very early on in 6.06, after their last interaction in 6.03 had Cas causing a child excruciating pain to gain information.

DEAN What happened to you, Cas? You used to be human, or at least like one. CASTIEL I'm at war. Certain... regrettable things are now required of me.

I've talked about how the title of this episode, "You Can't Handle The Truth", shows Cas's hand in that he doesn't believe anybody else can handle the dirty work. He knows it makes him look bad and that's why he lies about it—to protect his image.

The whole of 6.20, he's struggling, but he's doing it alone. To his friends, he presents his actions with surety—telling Dean insistently that Cas knows what he's doing and that there's nothing broken about his plan, while he says privately praying to his father:

Am I doing the right thing? Am I on the right path? You have to tell me. You have to give me…A sign. Give me a sign. Because if you don’t…I’m gonna ju– I’m gonna do whatever I… Whatever I must.

And to himself about working with Crowley:

I asked myself, “what was I doing with this vermin?”

And while betraying Crowley briefly by killing demons Crowley sent after the Winchesters:

For a brief moment…I was me again.

Sam and Dean and Bobby's belief in Cas's goodness (that he was himself) was so important to Cas that he was spying on them all of 6.20 despite his alleged busy schedule just to check in and see what they were thinking about him. And when they did trust him again for that brief moment, he felt relief, but also knew it was all an illusion and felt shame and guilt about it:

Wonders never cease. They trusted me again. But it was just another lie.

The same discomfort and shame seeps off Cas in 6.17 when Sam and Dean thank him for saving them, while Cas knows Astropos was only after them because of him, and that if they understood the full picture, their feelings about what he'd actually done to "save" them would be very very different. He knows he's receiving praise he doesn't deserve, so the esteem they place on him is hollow.

On the other hand, I do think Cas grasps the emotional consequences of his actions for the most part. That's why he lied the whole season—because he was afraid of the fallout among every single person he knew and even more as the lies stacked and stacked. He knew none of them would agree with what he was doing. But the consequences with Sam and Dean also extend a little deeper than Cas thought they would, and that's what wounds him the absolute most, I think. I don't think Cas expected Sam to question whether Cas intentionally left his soul in The Cage, or for Dean to question whether or not Cas was involved in the plot to kidnap Lisa and Ben in 6.21. He is genuinely and deeply wounded when his care for them is essentially questioned at the very foundation and it leaves him feeling betrayed in his own way.

The thing is, Cas's privately held doubts still do not match the picture he presents to the Winchesters even after he is exposed. Privately, Cas is starting to see the pride and hubris underlying some of his choices:

I wish I could say I was clean of pride at that moment…

I see now that I was prideful. And in all likelihood, I was a fool.

I see now that was arrogance…Hubris

Privately, Cas reveals that his motives aren't as pure as he presents them to be:

I had no choice. I did it to protect the boys. Or to protect myself. I-I don’t know anymore.

Hiding…Lying…Sweeping away evidence. And my motives used to be so pure.

Crowley had a point, of course. My interest was conflicted. I still considered myself the Winchesters’ guardian.

But to the Winchesters? He says "I did it all for you" and "I did it to protect you. I did it to protect all of you" and "It's not broken". He doesn't let them see his doubts, because he might crumble under them—and because sunk cost fallacy and his own pride won't allow him to accept being questioned even by his closest friends. In other words, he continues to lie, and after the big reveal, Dean can see right through him.

CASTIEL: I'm doing this for you, Dean. I'm doing this because of you. DEAN: Because of me. Yeah. You got to be kidding me.

Cas's pride also comes out in this conversation at night in Bobby's house.

DEAN: I'm not gonna logic you, okay? I'm saying don't...Just 'cause. I'm asking you not to. That's it. Look, next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family -- that you are like a brother to me. So, if I'm asking you not to do something...You got to trust me, man. CASTIEL: Or what?

Dean says he isn't going to logic Cas. Bobby and Sam and Dean already tried that earlier that day, Balthazar will also try later, and it doesn't register. Dean puts all of the technical arguments aside and is trying to say (coupled with his earlier assertions) "I know you think you have to do this, but all of us can see you're going off the deep end and even you know that deep down. Please trust us on this." But Cas's response is "Or what?" He turns it into a battle of wills, then adds, "You can't stop me. You're just a man", which is also a dogwhistle for Dean when dealing with angels, who repeatedly over the course of the show, have called him a monkey, a dog, a pet, and other things to express the idea that he is beneath them as a justification for using and hurting him. It immediately turns them against each other because Cas feels like Dean is basically calling him crazy and is offended by the idea that he doesn’t know what he’s doing (even though he has his own private doubts, because at this point his self-image hinges on turning out to be right). Dean is seeing the angelic sense of superiority come out—something he’s far more familiar with than he’d like to be—something common to the angels who have used and manipulated and threatened him and acted entitled to him… and coupled with all the questions about exactly how involved Cas was in using Dean to get alphas over the course of the season and how he knows Cas used him in “The French Mistake”? It doesn’t paint a pretty picture for Dean.

In addition to their profound bond, I think Dean saying, "Cas, we can fix this!" and Dean being Cas's defender the entirety of 6.20 is also why Cas comes to him at the end of the episode. Dean is the weak link in the chain at the time (that completely changes in the next episode when Lisa and Ben are kidnapped). But Dean is also so devastated about all the faith he had in Cas's honesty being crushed, and he's reliving the demon blood arc in some sense, and he's probably reevaluating what he felt when Cas used him in "The French Mistake" and what exactly was going on in "My Heart Will Go On" and how—when Crowley forced him and Sam into doing his bidding, Cas knew it and he let it happen—he let it happen because he wanted the alphas. Not only did Cas know Crowley was using them—he went to great lengths to cover up his involvement and keep them off Crowley's tail. Cas's speech in the following episode demanding Dean's trust again is not only ill-timed while Dean is worried sick about Lisa and Ben—it's full of lies and half truths and even a little shit slinging that Dean knows isn't fair and that is deeply reminiscent of Sam's speech full of falehoods about trust in 4.21.

On Cas's side, I think you're spot on about his lack of cognizance on how he comes across when he says:

CASTIEL: I came to tell you that I will find Lisa and Ben, and I will bring them back. Stand behind me, the one time I ask.

I don't think Cas meant to suggest that the first statement depends on the second one (we can judge as much when he heals Lisa at the end of the episode) but that's absolutely how it comes across.

#mail #6.20 #6.21 #6.03 #6.06 #castiels moral compass #and cas is my best friend #season 6 #pk rewatches spn number ?

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 10 months ago

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Hi Cas, again for the Kisses Writing prompt how about 45. With Frankie Morales ? 🩷👀

Thank you for this ask, and sorry you had to wait a little. The heat ended up taking me down yesterday, but today we're back to normal termperatures, and after some gardening and lunch, I was ready for some Frankie kissing!

Kisses prompt #45: Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

Frankie Morales x you (f!reader, has tits but no other descriptors)

Established relationship, kissing, there's obviously going to be sex.

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”Fuck!” Frankie stubs his toe, and accidentally bites your lip.

”Ow!”

”Oh god, sorry!”

You giggle breathlessly against Frankie’s cheek before your tongue runs over your lower lip to check for blood, finding none.

”’s okay.”

You don’t give him the chance of apologizing again: your lips are back on his, tongue down his throat as you work on unbuttoning his plaid. Your lower lip feels warm and tender after the bite but Frankie’s greedy kisses are bruising your upper lip just as much. You can tell his toe is smarting because of the sudden limp, but he doesn’t let that slow him down. His plaid is barely off before he pulls your top up, forcing you to let go of him for the second it takes him to pull the top over your head before he yanks you back against him for more searing kisses. You’re moving through the apartment all the time, heading for any place where you can stay somewhat stable as he sinks his dick into you. The sideboard in the entry was no good, and you knocked over a lamp before kicking off your shoes and almost stumbling over them before proceeding into the apartment, kissing, kissing, kissing until you can’t breathe, and kissing some more.

”Fuck, I want you,” Frankie pants, snapping open your bra just as you pop open his belt buckle. ”Madre de dios...”

”I know baby, I know.” You kiss him again, plunge your tongue into his mouth to meet his, wrestling it playfully, desperately, Frankie’s whiskers peeling away at the skin around you mouth.

The couch is within sight, and you push him towards it, throwing yourself on him so hard that he almost loses balance for a second before regaining it. He spins you around, knowing your plan to fuck on the couch, but the next step he takes brings him right across the path of the ottoman, and he stumbles onto the couch, bringing you with him. You hit your shoulder against the armrest and catch Frankie’s elbow in your side.

”Shit!”

You roll over onto your back and draw a deep breath, heart beating fast from the fright. When you sigh it out, you start to laugh.

”Jesus Christ, being horny is fucking dangerous!”

Frankie chuckles next to you. ”With you it is. You okay?”

”I’m good.” You turn your head to look at him. ”You?”

”Hit my knee on the goddamn remote, but other than that, I’m good to go.”

You scramble to straddle him, and he immediately covers your naked tits with his warm hands.

”Kiss me again.”

He wraps his arms around you to bring you in, and his mouth is back on yours, panting and wanting and loving.

#asks #evolnoomym #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fanfic #my fic

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what-if-i-just-did · 2 years ago

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Destiel Prompt List 28. Dean gets drunk and confesses his feelings.

Trigger Warnings: being drunk, drinking cause you don't wanna think, mentions of thinking you're a burden, people that always leave

One Drunk Hunter And His Angel

Dean stumbled down the steps of the Bunker and swayed a little. "Ha.." he mumbled, and a chuckle was trying to make it's way up his throat, but he wasn't sure why it was there and it tasted sour, if that makes, sense, so it only half-made it out of his mouth. Right? That makes sense right? He's not sure it should make sense but it makes sense right now.

"Dean? ..Are you alright?" Sam and Cas are walking towards him like he's got blood running down his face. "Yeh 'm fiiiiiine... jus' a li'le bit drunk.. I think. Maybe a lot bit drunk... yea probably that. I think." The gears in his head are connecting with the wrong other gears, so forming sentences is not exactly a mastered skill right now. "Sorry... I.. I should sleep, right? That's what you.." his sentence trails off, because he's lost the capacity to word his thoughts, because his thoughts are muddled all together like one big heep of silvery, foggy thought or something. He thinks there's probably a reference he can make, but he can't find it and it doesn't seem important.

"Dean, why did you go out to drink?" And there's that deep, concerned voice that does things to him, and he smiles into a dopey grin. "Hey Cas, good to see ya too, y'know, could like, greet me properly or whatever... angel." He slurs. His head tips forwards, but Cas catches it, brings Dean to look at him. "You've got a blood alchohol of point thirty-four. Why did you go drink?", Cas says, and Dean's grin drops and he looks down. "Cwause I di'n't wanna... I don' wanna think righ' now, cause every'ing is so.. bad. Everything's bad. With, with Ch-uck, and Amara, and the whole... the Mark thing, and you!" He spits the names out like they're a spinach-brocolli-banana-smoothie, but when he indicates Cas, he just sounds desperate. He makes a movement towards Castiel, like he's accusing him of something.

Cas furrows his brows. "I'm sorry. What did I do, Dean?"

"You-you're never 'ere! You- you're off doing stupid angel buisness and you leave me behind! You- you never, you never stay, you should stay! 'Ut tha's my fault o' course, cuz when you wann'ed to stay, I toldya ta leave, an' now y-you don't think you can stay, so you leave! You always leave!" Dean was trying to move now, unsuccesfully.

That was.. not what Castiel had been expecting. He's not sure what he was expecting- he's done a lot wrong. To be yelled at for letting Lucifer in, or for being a burden, or maybe something further back- for working with Crowley, for setting loose the Leviathans, for leaving in Purgatory, for letting the Angels fall. Not for this. Not for.. leaving. "Dean... none of that is your fault. I'm incredibly grateful you want me to stay, and I will, until you change your mind. Thank you, Dean. I never mean to leave you." He grudgingly thinks that that may be the instant Dean is sober.

Dean's staring at him like he's said something ridiculous. He's about to ask when Dean finally speaks. "I ain' gonna change my mind abou' letting you stay! Cas, this is your home too!- or I, or I wan' it to be.. 'm bad at sayin' stuff like tha'. 'sgood 'm drunk. You don' gotta be so gratefu' about stuff ya should jus' 'ave. 'm jus' kinda stuck-up sumtimes with the whole.. emosh'on thin'. I care abou' yuu, Cashh.. I love ya! I love ya stupid sumtimes. Can't think with it.. but 'll 'e mad tha' I said tha' t'murrow, so 'ma go.. go s'eep, I'thin-k." Dean sloppily kisses Cas's cheek and saunters off. Both Cas and Sam are too stunned to go after him and tell him he went the wrong way.

#dean winchester #destiel #spn #supernatural #castiel #deancas #casdean #sam winchester #spn s10 #tw drunk #love confessions

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aerospectrum · 6 months ago

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“You and Dean both have that nickname thing goin on.. you’ll have to ask Cas which one he likes better; Angel cakes or Feathers.” Sam laughed to himself, but his brows rose slightly and fell at the ends giving him a saddened gaze when she brought up how Dean wasn’t nice anymore. “No offense, Madison…” Sam inhaled and let his shoulder rise again; puffing his chest again. “You kinda sound like you’re already fawning over him..” he saddled her with a knowing look and offered half a sympathetic smile her way. “Hey…” he swallowed slightly and shifted in her bed. “Was Dean.. I mean when you guys were together in the motel room was he… different?” Sam’s eyes crinkled into a slight squint, tilting his head a bit when he asked.

“I mean did he.. seem different than he was here?” Sam was trying dangerously hard to find the missing connection with everything; figuring any links between the motel, the house- even the car could give him an answer on Dean’s sudden and harsh personality change and the sour taste it was leaving everyone. Sam picked some old flick about kids searching for some old pirate ship and treasure.

“So.. if you didn’t stay here, I mean if you did come on the road with us or.. or go by yourself what exactly would you do? I mean; you need connections with this type of life and.. well I mean if you hate my brother then you.. you wouldn’t wanna come along with us, would you?” He asked, testing the waters slightly. “You don’t have to answer now though; you can lay down and get some shut eye if you want; I’ll still be here. Might get up a few times for something to eat or drink- or to check on Cas but I’d come right back… not to mention Dean’s gonna come back and wanna.. talk, maybe.” Sam shrugged against Madison, enjoying how she tucked in next to him.

A few hours passed the movie credits rolled and Sam was passed out next to Madison. Heavy, deep breaths that raised his whole torsos up and down in a smooth rhythm. He’d made a fair bit of headway of his case findings; Dean had been significantly less volatile then when they’d come back to her place; he definitely planned on using what he learned against Dean too. Like how He’d let Madison be the big spoon and hold him, yeah, sam was going to use that against him for something good. But his guess was the angels had tampered with something in her home; something that was easily missed; but could affect them all regardless of his warding sigils and spell work. He was a bit desperate himself to restore his brother’s real nature and possibly revive his reputation just the same. She needed to know the real Dean; not the asshole who barked and bit and snapped at everyone who even so much as blinked wrong.

by the time morning came and the sun was up beaming into his eyes like lasers he heard the front door squeak open, heavy boots shuffling in and the unmistakable sound of Dean trying to be quiet and not wake anyone, including the mass of blankets he assumed was Cas on the couch. Tired legs brought him up the stairs and he dragged his hand over his eyes and down his face before checking each room until he found Sam… and to his unhappy surprise, Madison right beside him. A soft hmpf left his lips at the sight but he wrapped his knuckles on the doorway gently watching Sam rise to life. “Y’find anything helpful?” He asked, not even wanting to risk saying something new to send Madison flying off the handle at him if she woke up and saw him there in her room.

“No….” She sighed. “I am pathetic. I know I am… & I thought I was doing a better job at fixing myself. But I’m not… not if everyone can see it.”

She shook her head. “He doesn’t want me. And honestly… I don’t want someone who sees me as pathetic. I’ve done that before… & I’m not doing it again.”

Madison shrugged, “maybe he’s not perfect, but he knows who he is, a lot better than I do…” the brunette cracked a slight chuckle when Sam brought up the rebound revenge. “Yeah…. I was just mad. It’s gonna sound dumb, but I’ve been so lonely… i just wanted to fall asleep & feel safe. And I feel safe w/ you all in the house, but… it’s not what I imagined being safe would feel like.” She sighed & when Sam easily scooted her up the bed she was actually a little impressed. “But when i cuddled w/ your brother in bed, & I felt warm. For those 20 minutes it was nice to just… feel like everything was okay because there was someone else there w/ me.”

“Ah, I just call him that so he can feel like he has a place & is special. Cas seems sweet, but Dean is so mean… thought maybe a little nickname would make him feel better about himself.” Finally Madison turned to Sam. “Guess that’s stupid huh?”

Madison finally sat upright taking the soda from Sam. “Thank.” She held the can & looked up at him, “maybe he was a nice guy before… but he’s not now. And I don’t want to fawn over another asshole who is going to break my heart again.”

Sam wanting to stick it to Dean made her loosen up a bit. She even scooted a bit closer to lean her head on his shoulder. “I don’t care what we watch… probably won’t pay attention anyway.”

#rpwiththelilflower #c; madison #c; dean (there ain't no other men like me)#c; castiel ( the abandoned son)#c; sam (we’re the guys that save the world)

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roadtogracelandx45 · 2 years ago

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Runaway Bride|3| D. Winchester

@ohnoitsthebat

"I always have a choice." Ellie snapped before she could help herself, "Women have had rights for a long time."

"Sweetheart in this family, you don't. Your uncle and those, those boys."

His eyes narrowed at the girl, he had a chance to look into her before he came down for dinner. She was a good girl, but she spent a lot of time with Jo Harvelle, her cousin, The Winchesters brothers, and one brother's best friend. She had history.

"Have given you too much freedom."

"So going to school and earning my own money is too much freedom?" Ellie asked her twitching fingers to open up the clutch that she had carried with her, she wanted to text Jo and Dean and let them know what was going on.

They both would flip, and Dean would probably board the next flight out of Sioux Falls, even though he hated flying to get her.

"Yes. Here we don't like our women to be so independent."

"Who says I am staying to become one of you?"

There was acid dripping on the last two words. Staying here was going to be the last thing she wanted to do. Especially if she was going to be forced into staying.

"Says your mother and myself. See we made a deal with Mr. Gambino. And she is going to get the money that she is owed from your father's death and you will be marrying our son."

Feeling sick to her stomach, she turned to her mother, desperately wishing she wasn't here and it wasn't true. She didn't want to believe this was true.

But the look on Angela's face answered her unasked question

. "I should have listened to Aunt Ellen and Jo, they said that you would do something like this to me. You have only cared about yourself." Ellie said before she stormed off into the bathroom angrily muttering curse words to herself as she did. *** Jo looked at her phone that was ringing and grinned at the name that was flashing.

"Hey, Dean! Ellie is calling." She called before she pressed the answer button.

"Hey cuz." she greeted. "You were fucking right. She brought me out here to have me fucking marry into the hierarchy." "Are you serious?" Cas questioned. "Yes. Angela is going to get the money the family has owed her since my dad's death if I marry this guy."

"You can't be forced into that," Sam commented, his brain already working overtime trying to figure out a way to get Ellie out of this. Legal or not.

Things wouldn't be the same, Dean wouldn't be the same. Ellie was the glue that held them together. And without her things would fall apart.

"What's going on?" Dean asked, coming into the room, annoyed that Jo pulled him away from the horror movie marathon that he was watching. "Hi, Dean."

There was a sudden shift in her voice, she sounded angry before but there was a sense of calm about her. She knew that Dean would solve this, he always did.

"Angela is making her marry a guy she has never met to get the money that was owed to her or is hers."

"Ellie, I will be there soon." Dean said, "Go to your hotel and stay there'." "Okay, I am gonna check into a new room."

There was a loud banging noise coming from Ellie's end of the phone call followed by her shouting at a man to get out.

"ELLIE!" They all shouted as the line disconnected., Sam and Cas both pushed themselves away from the walls they had been leaning against and Dean went more toward Jo and the phone.

"Call her again!" Dean demanded before turning to face his brother who was already on his computer looking at the next flight to New York., while Jo called her cousin's phone repeatedly trying to get ahold of her.

"Come on Ellie, answer the goddamn phone.' She muttered terror seizing her. *** "You called them?" Thomas shouted, gripping her forearms in his hands. "Yes." She returned angrily, "They are family and you aren't." The man raised his hand and brought it down hard against her cheek, in a slap that she deserved, Angela had made the mistake of letting her go to South Dakota and living with her dead husband's family. Ellie clutched her cheek in shock, in her entire life she was never struck by a man. Sure Bobby, Dean, and Sam all had tempers about them but they never hit her, Aunt Ellen or Jo. She had only ever been slapped by her mother and the last time Dean took it upon himself to teach her how to defend herself, something she needed to learn just in case he and Sam were nowhere around to help her.

"Dean, I wish I would have waited for you to come home before I came out here. You couldn't have talked me out of this stupid fucking idea of being a happy family with my mother."

She was shaken out of her thoughts when he shoved her against the bathroom counter, trapping her between his body and the counter. His hand closed around her neck.

"Now you listen here, Eleanor. You are going to do exactly what your mother and I tell you or I am going to send people to bring your family here and kill them in front of you and then kill you. Do you understand?"

Unable to speak, Ellie nodded her head, she didn't care what they did to her, she had to keep her family safe. Agreeing to this was something stupid like what Dean and Sam would do to keep her, Cas, and Jo out of trouble. But no it was her turn to do something and if it meant having to live without Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Sam, Cas, and Dean who would do it.

No matter how much it hurt.

#ash writes #oc: ellie scott #oc: ellie winchester #supernautral imagines #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester imagines #supernatural au

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 219

The Hunter Games

Shhh, yes. I’m pushing the next Doctor Who episode back another day. It’s my nostalgia tour and I can do what I want. That said, I’ve been down a gaylor rabbit hole for the past few days and have a hard time separating myself from the endless dissections of her lyrics and *gestures frantically and widely* the everything going on, so it’s just supernatural today.

“The Hunter Games”

Plot Description: Desperate to find a cure for the Mark of Cain, Castiel comes up with a plan

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: doesn’t seem like anyone’s gonna die, except Crowley in his anxiety dreams

Crowley, if you won’t call Rowena Mommy, I will

She’s awful and I love her. She planted some kind of hex bag to CAUSE that nightmare?

Ah, I see we’re back to Dean’s anxiety dreams turned reality

Omg Claire’s still with them?? Really??? Like, she’s not in this episode (so far) but it sounds like it…or is Cas visiting her wherever she is now?

She’s so funny and unserious, she sent her eight year old son to a workhouse after abandoning him and her defense is that she won’t apologize for being a career woman. Honestly, she’s like if 1959 Maleficent ever tried seeming just a tad softer

Yeah. Castiel, you’re done coming up with plans. If that’s who I think it is (Metatron) under that sack…BABE. PLEASE.

I hate being right all the time

They brought him to their dungeonnnnnn. Feels like this won’t work out the way they plan

I HATE Metatron but his enjoyment piecing together what’s happening to Dean is in itself enjoyable

Omg, Dean’s slow, dramatic walk into the dungeon after Sam tells Metatron that he doesn’t care what happens to him because he killed his brother. HOOOOOOOO BOYYYY

Ok, she’s not in the bunker. Castiel somehow rented some kind of hotel room for her. Poor Claire. She really is down on her luck and heartbroken

I don’t like how they need the First Blade to cure Dean

Rowena and Crowley are so fucking salty to each other. It’s delightful. Now, what are you going to do with a scrap of Crowley’s tie??

I don’t trust THESE TWO CLAIRE’S HANGING OUT WITH NOWWWWW. And it looks like I’m right not to

What IS Rowena’s aim?? Like, obviously something to do with getting rid of her son once and for all but for what purpose?

Castiel…I don’t think “ask Crowley to go get the First Blade” is the kind of plan that should be criticized by the guy whose plan was “get Metatron out of heaven’s prison”

OR THE GUY WHO THINKS “DEAN SHOULD REACH OUT TO CLAIRE” IS REASONABLE. Cas, babes, I love you but like…what?

And yet I can’t stay mad because “I’ll text you her number. I like texting…emoticons…” he’s so precious

DOES ROWENA WANT TO RULE HELL HERSELF?? I’d love that for her

The actress playing Rowena? Good. Rowena as an actress? Completely unconvincing. AND YET CROWLEY SEEMS TO BE FALLING FOR IT. SEEMS because I’m not fully convinced he is

Dean threatening Metatron should not be this hottttt

ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? THE FIRST THING HE NAMES IN HIS LIST OF REASONS TO BE PISSED OFF AT METATRON WAS STEALING CAS’S GRACE?!?!?! Sure, it was also the first chronologically, but…..COME ON

Cas just subtly taking care of Sam. Just resting his hand on Sam’s shoulder and telling him it’s late. It’s cute. It’s nice

I hate the setback that getting the First Blade was a waste of time for now.

Does “the river ends at the source” mean that Cain has to do something? Does he have to actually die for Dean to get rid of it? Does he need to kill Cain with the First Blade?

Omg the dude Claire’s hanging out with looks familiar not because I’ve seen him somewhere else…I’ve already seen him ON THIS SHOW, PLAYING A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CHARACTER

I hate that that one severely messed up human did not want to talk to the other severely messed up human…imagine

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Hi sweet dolcezza (that is Italian and means sweetness so sweet sweetness :) )

Hope you are doing well, I want to thank you again for your beautiful blog and wonderful works.

I am reading the last things you posted, beautiful as always!

Since I live for the drama, the sadness, the darkness...

I was thinking about how a broken boy with traumas, Bucky 🫢, would react about his girlfriend having mental health problem.

Maybe she has been developing them...

She wasn't always like that, she lost her sparkle and he doesn't know her like this, he sees another person, another woman, another human.

He can't understand and is confused, maybe mad.

On one side I think about him being supportive, on the other I think about him being disrespectful and invalidating, like he had lived major traumas but, he says "he is not complaining so much about it or playing the victim" like her.

-I had this hint because my mental health is not good, I have severe OCD, since I was a kid basically I remember being this way since the age of five four. I am struggling with ed and borderline personality disorder.

And I had partners that, even if they lived traumas, still invalidated mine a lot and called me names, so the were basically toxic.-

And i can't picture where Bucky could fall. Toxic? Supportive?

I love him, but sometimes he acts shady and not always I can read him.

I see him dark most of the time.

But they can always repair the relationship and be together or not?

(I am problematic with toxic guys ahahahaha)

Sorry for this and my life story, noone asked about buy still. I just think you are the best person to write something as deep.

I really hope you are doing good and enjoying your day so far.

A lot of kisses and hugs and support.

🌺

18+

Babes we are one in the same with toxic men. I like to think there's the version of Bucky who has so much love and empathy for others going through mental health struggles and then there’s the Bucky who loves you but doesn’t know how to process things and acts impulsively. Here, we look at the second.

Warnings: Angst, Mental health issues, some toxic behavior, (happy ending, they learn to fix things)

Disclaimer: Some of the stuff in this fic are things I/others have gone though so please refrain from comments about why the reader stayed or what the reader should have done or how the story should have gone. Sometimes I get super sucked into the angsty parts and struggle to undo the damage so don’t read too much into it.

I imagine it starts off bad because Bucky's still learning to deal with his own mental health and there are times where he can be selfish without meaning to. He's so used to having you comfort and take care of him, he doesn't know what to do when you start to change. He’s been through so much, he can’t imagine someone else feeling his level of anguish.

You’re no longer the same person he fell in love with. Your sparkle is gone. A grey dullness encasing you. He doesn’t know when things changed or why but he just wants you back; the distance between you both gets worse with each passing day. You try your best to still be there for him because you know he needs it; you love him with all your heart even when your own feels heavy.

"Baby, are you okay?"

"I’m fine"

Bucky practically scoffs when you ask him how he’s doing because you should know he’s never fine. He’s never okay. He doesn't know why you bother asking him when its the same shit he deals with on a daily basis.

You can't bring yourself to tell him how you're feeling because you know he doesn't have the capacity to help you when he's struggling himself. He shrugs, not knowing what else to say, letting you wallow in your misery, taking his frustrations out during his workouts instead. Things continue to worsen; you fall deeper in your spiral while Bucky continues to shut you not, realizing it’s you who needs him.

“Can we talk?”

You’re desperate at this point, hoping maybe he’ll at least listen but he shakes his head instead. Bucky can’t stop the bitterness that starts to rise in his chest; he missed his ma, his sisters. His missed living in a world where he understood the things around him, where he didn’t have to feel like a lost toddler every time he stepped outside. His feelings have nothing to do with you, he really does love you but all the bitterness spills onto the one person who is always there for him.

“What’s the point y/n”

“I-I just feel...” You shrug, not knowing how to tell Bucky of all people that you felt empty.

“What do you feel. I don’t know what you even complain for”

“I feel like I have no one Bucky” You felt your stomach drop when his eyes bore into you, as if he's challenging your feelings.

“You still have your cousins, other family, friends. You complain so much but you’re so spoiled. I’m going through shit too, but you don’t see me acting like a victim”

You swallow the anger that tries to rise, trying to understand his point of view. It all comes to a boiling point because you're trying your hardest to hold it together while he doesn’t see your spiral break down. You felt your heart splinter; after every time you had held him, loved him, cared for him, he looked at you with emptiness.

“Bucky, I know you’re going through things-

“Things? You think I can just turn this fucking shit off y/n? I’m not fucking normal, and you’ll never fucking get it. Honestly, I don’t know what to tell you, I’ll stay at Steve’s tonight”

He makes his way to the door and you know you can’t be alone tonight, there’s too much going on inside.

“Please don’t” your voice is a plea, your practically begging at this point. You can feel your throat tighten because you feel selfish for struggling when he’s been through so much worse.

“Bucky please stay” you trail behind him, your knees shaking. You try to tug at his wrist but he doesn’t let you. When you finally try to cling onto his arm, his composure breaks.

“GET OFF ME” he pulls out of your grasp, sending you stumbling back. He’s usually mindful of his strength but he doesn’t think and you lose your balance, ending up on the floor. He freezes in utter disbelief with himself, he’d never in a million years even try to hurt you.

“Fuck, baby I’m so so-”

“Don’t”

Your eyes are now stone cold, your voice was low. He tries to help you up but you scramble away from him, adding distance between you both. He takes a step forward again but something isn’t right, he finally sees how broken you look.

“Y/n….”

“GET OUT”

Your voice tore through the walls and his eyes are wide with fear because he's never seen you so broken. He’s never heard you raise your voice like this; you’d always spoken to him softly. He’s scared because he didn’t mean to push you to your breaking point and he doesn’t know how to take it back.

"I-"

“GET THE FUCK OUT”

You pick yourself off the floor, your heart beating through your chest. You practically see red, after everything you had done for him, he called you selfish; you sat through every one of his panic attacks, his depressed days, his nightmares. He couldn't listen to you for one night.

"You fucking piece of shit"

You angrily tried to wipe your face, moving away from him to pack a bag, not wanting to be near him for a minute longer. You go straight to your room while he runs after you, panic rising, he wants to cry but he can’t, not right now.

“Doll I’m sorry-

“I don’t care” You rummage through some of your belongings, feeling yourself go numb. You felt like your mind didn’t even belong to you anymore, your body moving in autopilot. Bucky hates the vacant look on your face, he wants to hold you and tell you he’s sorry. He tries to wrap his arms around you, not knowing what else to do but you shove him away, shaking your head.

“Don’t-don’t touch me, don’t ever fucking touch me again”

He watches helplessly when you rip yourself away, shoving a few things into your duffle bag, not meeting his eyes.

"I-I don't fucking love you, I-I'm d-d-one with you"

“Baby please don’t go”

“Oh, so when you beg, I have to stay?” You scoff, letting out a humorless laugh “Fuck off”

He’s terrified now because while your movements are robotic, your body is shaking and you don’t even seem to notice. Bucky hates seeing you trembling; you’re about to leave the room and walk out but he stops you.

“Bucky, move” You suck in a breath, your nails digging into your hands, but he stays rooted in place.

“No bubba”

“Don’t call me that” Your voice trembles, another surge of anger flowing through you when he tries to reach out for you. “I SAID DON’T TOCUH ME”

He pulls you to his chest and you try to rip yourself free but he doesn’t let you go.

“LET GO”

Bucky shakes his head, hugging you tighter, his tears dampening your hair. The screams and wails ripping from your chest burn his insides, you desperately try to escape but he cradles you closer.

“M’sorry”

“L-let me g-o”

“M’sorry baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” He doesn’t care that your hitting his chest, he doesn’t care that your hands keep striking him. He can feel your body give way, your breaths uneven, months of pain spilling out all at once. He hugs you tighter like he should have done ages ago, realizing you needed him more than ever. Your body continues to fight but your angry screams turn into pained sobs.

“I’m so sorry my babygirl”

He carefully carries you to the bed where he can hold you in his lap. He tries to think of what you do for him, warming your body, rubbing his hands along your back and arms. He feels awful because you always take such good care of him and he was grasping at straws trying to do the same for you. You deserved so much more.

“Shhhh” His lips brush against your forehead, one hand gently rubbing your chest while the other continues to soothe your back so he can regulate your breathing. “Slowly baby, breathe with me, okay?”

You say nothing, but you try to follow his breaths, letting him take care of you. He continues to tell you how much he loves and cares for you, how sorry is he for hurting you. Exhaustion takes over and you allow yourself to fall asleep with him. A part of you is still angry but your too weak to move and you need to be held.

You wake up in the middle of the night feeling his chest tremble against you. His soft sniffles are muffled as he tries to keep his cries down while cuddling you close.

“Bucky?” You lift your head to see his broken expression.

“I’m s-sorry” He chokes out, breaking down. He feels selfish again because he should be the one comforting you but he was angry with himself. “I-I can’t believe I hurt you angel”

You move up so you can wipe some of his tears, his face puffy having cried for hours through the night.

“I just needed you” You gently your fingers through his hair trying to calm him down.

“I-I said shit I never should have said baby, I’m sorry. M’sorry sweet girl”

“Why did you say those things” you whisper, your voice still hoarse.

“I’m so sorry angel, I- there’s not excuse, I’m sorry I was so selfish doll”

You nod, still feeling drained though a part of you feels better. You hadn’t fully forgiven him yet but you knew he meant every word plus there was no one else in the world you loved as much as him. He thinks about the way he mistreated you, realizing he really didn’t deserve your forgiveness at all. Your words replay in his head and his breaths become shallow.

“Do-do you not love me anymore?” His voice is a broken whisper. You knew you didn’t mean it. The thought nearly kills him. He would have gone through hydra again over ever losing your love. Your thumb brushes over his lips silencing him.

“Please don’t say you don’t love me” He nuzzles himself further into your side, hugging you tightly, his voice a whimper. “Please, I’m sorry”

“I was just angry Bucky. I love you” He calms down slightly but hes still on edge with himself. He wants to do better. He wants to take care of you. You had been there through everything for him and you deserved the same love a thousand times over.

“I promise I’ll try harder angel”

He stays true to his word.

It doesn’t resolve overnight.

But he learns. And so do you.

He’s patient with you. He gives you endless love. He has his own hard days, and so do you but your by each others side through it all. He sees your sparkle return brighter than ever,

Because he really does love you.

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mothra-mcyt · 4 years ago

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☾ MCYT's reaction to a gen z reader ☽

!Warnings: mentions of self deprecating jokes!

》 Dream 《

That guy loves your chaotic energy and always pranks other people with you

Would definitely laugh along with your depressing jokes but after a while would get concerned and ask if you're okay

Immediately puts you into the Dream SMP thinking you're gonna be a good character always on his side

Then you end up just end up annoying him (especially when he's in prison) so he threatens you

You can't keep yourself together and just end up having a laugh flash

You once definitely called him a chad for watching football and a boomer which lead to him getting very defensive

》 George 《

Would honestly just end up annoying and pranking Dream with you

You would definitely call him a bottom on multiple occasions. At one point he just accepts it

Gets very concerned at your jokes

You guys definitely make weird tiktoks together

Will just go along with it when you start ranting about how capitalism is the source of all evil

He will also be a victim of your pranks and he can't do anything about it

》 Sapnap 《

Would definitely make jokes about committing arson with you (sometimes he doesn't know if you're joking or being serious about committing arson)

You two are dnf biggest shippers and no i don't take any criticism

When he finds out how touch starved you are he will definitely ask if you two ca platonically cuddle together

You would also be his biggest enemy though always saying how you're going to fight him when you meet him

Will ask you if you have eaten and how much to make sure you eat enough

Definitely anime marathons on discord together when you both can't sleep

》 Badboyhalo 《

This man would be so concerned

Even if you don't swear he still wants to say language at all the self deprecating things you say

You tell him that you don't care that he has a gun and knows how to throw knifes to which he asks why because people should definitely be afraid of that in his opinion

When you tell him that you don't care if you die he gets so much more concerned

Would be the parent who always stops you from doing stupid and dangerous shit 24/7

You definitely called him a boomer once when he said "Language"

》 Awesamdude 《

That man is taking care of you and making sure you’re okay 24/7

After you told him that you haven’t slept in 2 days with you’re reasoning being “Why not” he always makes sure that you get at least 8 hours of sleep per day

Honestly just dad energy

We know that literally half of gen z have daddy issues and when he finds out you didn’t have a good father figure growing up he’s like “I’m your dad now.”

“Have you drank water today?” “Does energy drink/iced coffee count as-” “No they don’t count as water. Go get a glass of water right now.”

At first he wanted to stop you from saying self deprecating jokes but after a while he just gave up.

》 Tommyinnit 《 (platonic)

Chaotic energy²

When the two of you have a plan no one will be able to stop you even harder if Tubbo is with you guys

Honestly just laughs about your self deprecating jokes and says “same”

The two of you have never respected authorities in your entire life and you two will not start

As soon as someone talks shit about the other person hell breaks loose and their ego will get completely destroyed

When role playing on the Dream SMP you guys will definitely just laugh at Dream trying to be threatening

》 Tubbo 《 (platonic)

Depressing jokes. 24/7.You know it’s true. (The people around you will be so concerned for the two of you oh god)

We know very well that Tubbo is not innocent and flirts (makes sex jokes) as a joke with other people his age so he would definitely do that with you if you’re comfortable

The two of you will definitely stay up til the middle of the night playing games (chess, csgo, minecraft etc.)

Whenever someone (probably an authority) is trying to get you guys to do something both of you are just like: No <3

》 Fundy 《

Honestly he completely relates to you

The being touch starved, the loneliness

Difference is he is not used to people joking about those topics to cope

So he's very concerned

"Y/N this is really relatable but are you okay?"

Streams with you two sometimes just end as therapy sessions and both of you desperately need it

He always drags you along to prank people and when the person gets mad he blames it on you and just leaves

》 Wilbur 《

Big brother energy

You are now his little sibling and you cannot stop him

Will definitely cause much chaos with you (poor Philza trying to keep you two under control)

When you two do dangerous stuff he's the one making sure you don't hurt yourself

Whenever someone is mean to you he will definitely destroy them

Will make sure you get enough sleep and will keep you company when you can't sleep

He absolutely loves that you don't give a shit if someone is an authority or not

》 Schlatt 《

He absolutely hates how you not give a shit about what he says to you and how you just roast him

His humor is already broken so he's probably laugh at your jokes and while trying to stop himself from laughing he'll ask if you're okay

Honestly he's just confused on how you're still alive with not taking care of yourself and always getting yourself into dangerous situations

You definitely called him a boomer once

You guys would probably make political jokes constantly

》 Technoblade 《

Anarchy. Lots of it.

Both of you have just random conversation where you start talking about the things you're obsessed with

Both of you are probably gonna have a short attention spam leading to a lot of funny situations

Absolutely loves how you don't give a shit about authorities

Being awkward together in social situations but standing up for eachother

I can just imagine you with the "He asked for no pickles" meme while he doesn't know what to say

》 Philza 《

He is your dad now and he doesn't care if you want him to be.

(He honestly already kinda expected your father figure to be shitty because he knows his audience)

Oh lord when he finds out how you're not able to take care of yourself

When meeting you irl will actually sit down with you and have a talk about you not taking care of yourself

You: "Sometimes i'll just sleep for 14 hours and then i won't sleep for 3 days."

Phil: "...I will punt you into the sun when i meet you irl you idiot."

I could honestly write so much more about Philza basically adopting a young reader

》 Ranboo 《 (platonic)

Constant sassyness

Gen Z x 2

You two would understand eachother so well

Constant zoomer slang and no one except Tubbo and Tommy will be able to understand it

Both of your humor is just so broken and it's so concerning to everyone

Someone is being like "You will do as i say" and you two are just like "No i don't think i will"

Tiktok references. Constantly.

Sending eachother tiktok's about the other's character

》 Eret 《

You two would be good friends honestly

Eret would probably bring out the wholesome part of your personality

Also sending eachother tiktok's and making tiktok references

Arson. Lots of arson. Fire pog.

You will bring out their chaotic side

She loves how you just not give a shit about authorities

Will also make sure that you drink enough water and take care of yourself

》 Quackity 《

He's more random chaos and you're more dangerous and destructive chaos and somehow that works together really well

Definitely invites you to Jack Box streams because you just bring such funny energy into it and chat absolutely loves you

Is very concerned tho when you make self deprecating jokes and when he hears you say one he just looks completely shocked

Completely freaks out whenever you roast someone who's being a bitch (you can just hear the "Where are the askers" playing in the background)

Very dramatic energy from the both of you

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pellucid-constellations · 4 years ago

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Hiiii!

I read your fic "Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox" and I wanted to ask you if you could write an alternate ending where it doesn't end happily? Like something happens to the reader? Thank u;)💖

Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox (alternative ending)

Summary: This is an alternate ending to this fic, beginning at the voicemails Bucky leaves the reader after a fight. This can be read on its own.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Heavy angst, death

a/n: Dang when you want angst, you want ANGST. This was painful to write, not gonna lie.

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He gave it about 5 minutes of staring blankly at his phone before he called again. And again. And again. Each voicemail he left was more desperate than the last, fear building in his chest with each one.

“I know callin’ you again probably won’t do anything, but it's worth a shot, right? If you answer, I promise I won’t say anything. You can scream at me for however long you want and I’ll sit here and take it. Come on, sweetheart, you gonna pass up on a deal like that?”

“Just give me anything to let me know you’re safe. Send me a text? Or whatever those things are called. I know I said not to text because I don’t understand it, but I’ll take anything you’ll give me. Please, baby, you got me beggin’ over here.”

“Stevie said I should give you some space, and I’m more than willing. Just—I just need to know you’re safe. You can stay as far away from me as you want, sweetheart, but please at least call Nat. Tell her you’re okay. She hates me, so you can guarantee she won’t tell me where you are.”

“Shit, it’s raining. Call me back.”

“Is this you leaving me? Please, don’t do this. I love you. I’d do anything to take back what I said, just please don’t do this.”

Eventually, the phone stopped ringing, each call from Bucky immediately met by the answering machine. He found himself missing the shrill, monotone beeps; they meant there was a chance you would pick up.

“Did your phone just die? God, I hope not. I got Tony tryna track your phone, but no luck. You pull the tracker out or somethin’?”

“You’re tearin’ my heart out, sweetheart, I’m freaking out without you here. I know I messed up, but I need you. I need you to tell me when I’m wrong and when I’m bein’ stupid like how I was today. I need you to hold my hand and force me to take those meditation classes for my heart health or whatever you said it was for. I need—” he took a breath, tears falling down his face for the first time that night. “I need you here, loving me. Because that’s the only time I feel like Bucky. The only time I feel like me. Please, baby, let me—”

“The mailbox is full and cannot accept any messages at this time, goodbye.” The call ended abruptly. Bucky called back, one last time, but was met with the same message.

He stared down at his phone and contemplated chucking it at the wall. Was this really it? Had he screwed up so badly that you didn’t want him anymore? Or worse, were you hurt somewhere? Unable to pick up the phone because Bucky had forced you out of the safety of your bedroom.

Bucky was pulled from his thoughts by a vibration in his hands. Looking down, he almost didn’t believe his phone is ringing, somehow drawn to the conclusion that the stupid thing didn’t work at this point. But the screen clearly read some number he’s never seen before, and the vibrations were strong in his hand. Expecting the worst, he lifted it to his ear.

“Hello?” His voice was hoarse from overuse.

“Hello, is this James Barnes?”

“Who’s askin’?'' Bucky responded, already irritated that it wasn’t you on the other end of the call.

“My name is Doctor Stevenson. I’m calling from the Albany Medical Center Hospital.” It was as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room as Bucky waited for the man to continue. “I’m calling about Ms. Y/l/n?” Bucky stopped breathing.

“Is she okay?” He was frantic now, running around the room to find his shoes. He didn’t waste time putting them on, opting to carry them as he ran down the hall.

“Can you confirm that I am speaking to Mr. Barnes? This is sensitive information that I should only be sharing with an emergency contact,” the man probed.

“Yes! Yes, this is Bucky! I mean this is Mr. Barnes. My birthday is March 10th, 1917.” Bucky was getting angry; his bare feet slammed into the ground of the compound as he rushed to get to you.

“1917? Let me double check my records one more—”

“I swear to god if you don’t tell me if my girl’s okay, you’re gonna wish you never told me what hospital you’re at,” Bucky seethed. The doctor stuttered over the phone.

“I—well I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Bucky stopped then, leaving a dent in the wall by the elevator as his left arm made brutal contact, his momentum impossible to control.

“What?” He sounded destroyed.

“Do you need a moment, Mr. Barnes? It may be beneficial to sit down or—”

“Just tell me. Tell me my girl’s okay,” he begged. There was a long pause on the other end.

“I’m sorry to inform you that Ms. Y/l/n was in an accident. She was brought to our hospital, but she passed moments after arriving. I am so, terribly sorry Mr. Barnes.” The sound of Bucky’s shoes hitting the ground was lost to his ears, his heartbeat so incredibly loud in his head.

It was as if his world was tilted. As if the axis that kept him spinning in place was just shot out from under him. You were his axis, and now you were gone, leaving him to spin out relentlessly into a cruel, unkind reality.

“No,” he choked out, utter disbelief replacing any irritation at the doctor's previous hesitance. “You’re lying—youre—you’ve got the wrong girl, right? Not my y/n. She—she loves me. She chose me.”

His lips were dry and his throat hurt. He felt like he’d been screaming down a void. The pressure that had been building up in his chest the moment you left the room was mercilessly crushing him now. He reached out to pull at his shirt, desperate to relieve the ache.

“I am very sorry for your loss, Mr. Barnes. Her identity was confirmed by the police upon her admittance. Would you like to come and say goodbye? We can keep her here on the unit if you’d like? Anything to make this easier on you.” Bucky couldn’t take the remorse in the doctor’s tone.

“No. No, you’re wrong. Because if she’s gone then I can’t tell her—I have to tell her,” he slid down the broken wall, the front of his shirt ripping from how hard he was pulling at his chest. “I need to tell her I love her. I didn’t get to tell her.”

Bucky didn’t get to hear the doctor’s response, the phone slipping from his hand with a violent sob. His metal fingers left indents in the hardwood floor as he pressed against it, heavy tears streaming down his upturned face.

He wasn’t sure if he could handle this type of pain. When it was physical, Bucky could pinpoint its location like his body was a map. A broken leg was localized, manageable. But this? This pain consumed his entire being. It hurt so deep that it set into every one of his bones and pulled at his nerves. How could he do this without you? How could he live with the regret of his parting words?

He couldn’t. He absolutely couldn’t come to terms that this was his reality now. A reality without your soothing words and kind touches. Without the one person who saw him fully and still accepted who he was. Who didn’t ask him to change but instead asked him to embrace every part of him, even the small, angry parts that he hid behind masks and agreeable words.

Steve found Bucky some time later, huddled on the ground with pieces of drywall surrounding him. He was unresponsive, but Steve could gather what had happened by the look on his face. It took many long moments of coaxing before he could get his best friend standing.

Bucky wouldn’t go back to therapy, not at first. He knew they would ask about you, and he found himself reluctant to speak your name out loud. After a month of no shows, a small box from his therapist landed in front of his door, your phone inside. Bucky had assumed it was with you when you crashed, lost on the road somewhere or crushed in a ditch. He picked it up and held it to his ear, a voicemail ringing through the speakers.

“I know callin’ you again probably won’t do anything, but it's worth a shot, right?”

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kats-alcove · 3 years ago

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Birthday Bird

Pairing: Hawks x Reader x Dabi

Warnings: M/M sex, Dabi is kind of a sadist but he loves you guys, overstim

Summary: It's Keigo's birthday, but he refuses to take a break.

So you and Dabi have to get creative.

A/N: A bit late, but Happy Birthday to my favorite bird boi! This is technically a part of the Finders Keepers universe, so while you don't have to read that to understand the plot (what little there is), it might be helpful!

Read it on AO3 here!

Dating was hard under normal circumstances.

It was even more difficult when one of your partners happened to be Japan’s #2 hero, while the other was one of the nation’s most wanted criminals. That meant there were no cute dates out, no fancy restaurants, not even a walk in the park with you squished between the men you loved so much. And for the most part, that was fine by you. But today was special, and you desperately wanted to be able to do something more.

After all, it was Keigo’s birthday.

The winged hero didn't seem to think much of the day. When you had asked him if there was anything he wanted to do, he had waved you off, saying that it wasn't really something he put much stock in celebrating.

“Besides, what else could I need when I’ve got you two here with me?” he had teased, pressing a kiss to your forehead before mirroring the action on Touya’s cheek.

Ever since the night you and Keigo had discovered that Touya Todoroki, your childhood best friend was still alive, he had basically moved into Keigo’s penthouse suite. He still returned to the League’s hideout occasionally or left to run what he referred to as ‘errands’ (read: petty crimes), but at the end of the day, he always came back to you and Keigo.

Not that you were any better. You were also living with Keigo, and while you had suggested getting your own apartment multiple times, it was always met with a truly theatrical amount of pouting from the winged man. So you stayed, your clothes taking up a portion of his closet, your shoes by the door. And while you certainly had enough money to never have to work again, you had still signed on with Hawks’ Agency. You had chosen to become a hero even after leaving the Commission because it was something you loved; a change in locale didn't change that fact.

Between hero work and Touya’s activities, there had been precious little time for the three of you to just relax and spend time together. Theoretically, Keigo’s birthday would be a perfect excuse for that, if the man would just agree to take a break for once. But Keigo was a notorious workaholic, and you had no doubt that he would be working on his birthday unless you and Touya did something drastic.

Which was why the two of you had spent the past week planning this surprise. It had been surprisingly easy to secure the location and get everything set up. The trickiest part of the whole thing was making sure that the guest of honor actually showed up.

That was your job.

You were sprawled on a bench in the hallway of Hawks’ Agency, waiting for him to get out of a meeting. Keigo had flown his usual patrol route this morning, before he had been sucked into an endless series of talks with various Commission officials. You still hated being around them, but you knew that he had to play nice, at least for now. Hopefully, there would be a day when the oppressive influence of the Commission was no more.

In an attempt to make the time pass quicker, you started scrolling through social media on your phone. Before you knew it, the door to your right opened and out walked Keigo and a couple officials in suits. They shook hands, one going as far as patting Keigo on the back before they parted ways. Keigo watched them leave, not relaxing until he saw the elevator doors close.

He turned to you, a genuine smile replacing the forced one from a moment prior. “Hey, kid. How long were you waiting?”

“Not long,” you lied, standing and wrapping your arms around him. “Are you gonna head out on another patrol?”

“Yeah. One of our sidekicks called in sick, so I’m picking up their night patrol.” Keigo started towards one of the windows.

You knew full well that the sidekick wasn't sick. You had roped them into your plan, asking them to take the day off since their patrol route happened to go over the exact area you wanted to get Keigo in. So you followed him to the window, catching his sleeve before he could hop up on the sill.

“Take me with you?”

Keigo narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you sure, kid? It’s pretty late.”

“Please,” you begged, pulling out the puppy eyes and the pouty lip. “I just want to spend a little time with you.”

Just like you knew he would, Keigo caved like a house of cards. He sat on the windowsill and held his arms out to you. You were quick to burrow snugly into his embrace, making sure you were latched on tight. As soon as Keigo felt you were secure in his hold, he tipped backwards and plummeted out into the night.

For a moment, the two of you were in freefall. Then Keigo extended his wings and the two of you were soaring off. A mischievous smile curved across your mouth, unseen by Keigo since your face was buried in the soft collar of his jacket. You had done your part; now it was up to Touya.

Keigo flew in silence for a while, allowing you to hear the crash of the waves as you neared the shore. You knew that this patrol route went over several beachfront properties before veering into a warehouse and manufacturing district. That was where you and Touya had laid out your surprise.

You could tell Touya had set off the bait when you felt Keigo stiffen in your hold. One of his hands shifted to the back of your head, and his breath grazed your ear when he spoke.

“Kid, I think I saw something in the warehouses.”

“Wh-” the wind cut off your voice. “What did it look like?”

“It almost looked like… Hang on, I’m going in.”

Keigo tipped forward into a dive. You felt your stomach rise to your throat, but then he was gently setting you on the ground. He kept ahold of you until you found your footing and even once you were steady, he kept your hand in his. The small gesture warmed your heart as he tugged you along towards the yawning doorway of the warehouse.

Somewhere deep within the darkness, a light flickered. You jumped even though you knew exactly what was happening, prompting Keigo to summon one of his feather-swords to his unoccupied hand.

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Be ready.”

You nodded, bringing the power of your quirk to hum under your skin. While you knew there was no actual danger, you had to keep with the charade so that Keigo wouldn't get suspicious. The two of you crept into the warehouse side by side. Before either of your eyes could adjust to the darkness, there was another flare of blue light followed by a terrific CLANG as the metal door slammed down behind you.

Immediately, Keigo whirled around, dropping your hand in favor of arming himself with another sword. This gave you the opportunity to step back into the shadows, where you promptly bumped into your other partner. Touya quickly clamped a hand over your mouth. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, and you could feel his smirk as the two of you watched Keigo spin in the dark, a worried look on his face.

“Kid? Y/N!” he called. “What happened? Are you ok?”

Neither of you answered. Instead, Touya held up his index finger, a small blue flame sparking on the tip. He held it there long enough for Keigo to focus before sending the flame arcing around the room, lighting the candles he had placed there earlier. The interior of the warehouse lit up with a soft blue glow, allowing Keigo to finally see you and Touya.

He blinked in surprise, hands falling to his sides. “Y/N? Touya? What…”

“We wanted to surprise you,” you said. “Happy birthday, Keigo.”

The two of you stepped to his sides, taking his arms and leading him to a table set for three with food from Keigo’s favorite restaurant. The poor hero was still a little dazed as he sat, mouth open and eyes darting around the room.

“So there’s no villain?” he asked.

You reached out and took his hand. “No villain, no danger. Just us.”

“Well, I'm here,” Touya joked. “But yeah, it’s just us. We knew you wouldn't let us celebrate, so we set this up for you. It was our little mouse’s idea, though I rigged the door myself.”

“Trapping me at my own birthday party: how villainous of you,” Keigo teased. He raised your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to it before mirroring the action on Touya. “Well, if we’re stuck here, we might as well celebrate!”

Keigo reached for one of the bottles of wine in the center of the table, but Touya snached it before he made contact. “Uh-uh. This night is for you.. You're gonna let us spoil you, and you're gonna like it!”

Saying so, Touya poured three glasses of wine while you started filling Keigo’s plate. Then you and Touya helped yourselves to the delicious food. The night wore on as the three of you enjoyed the food, the wine, and more importantly, the simple pleasure of each other’s company. You talked about everything and nothing at the same time, swapping old stories and telling inside jokes until your sides fairly split with laughter.

As the evening wore on and the level of the wine bottles fell, talking gave way to quiet whispers and lingering kisses over the sweet cake Touya had picked up from his favorite bakery. None of you were drunk, but just tipsy enough to feel light and carefree. It was when Keigo tried to tug you into his lap that Touya stood, pulling Keigo’s chair back and taking his hands.

“We’ve got one more surprise for you, birdie.”

You hopped up too and followed as Touya led Keigo deeper into the warehouse. He walked through another door, shutting it behind you. This room was almost pitch black, but you walked along the wall until your foot knocked into a sandbag. You knelt, ready to untie the rope when Touya gave the signal. He took a moment to position Keigo near the center of the room before nodding to you.

You untied the rope and quickly let go, not wanting it to burn your hands as it flew towards the ceiling. A sandbag on the other side of the room hit the ground as the tarp that had been covering the hole in the roof was whisked aside. Moonlight and starlight filtered into the room, illuminating the bed that had been set up in the middle of the room. Scavenged mattresses, thrift store pillows, and soft blankets formed a nest big enough for all three of you.

“Oh, you guys…” Keigo breathed. “It’s- this is- thank you, so much.”

“You want the rest of your present now?” Touya asked, arms wrapping around Keigo’s waist.

Without waiting for an answer, Touya dragged the winged man onto the bed, pinning him beneath him as he started to press kisses to Keigo’s jaw and neck. You giggled before slipping in too, turning Keigo’s face to kiss his lips and give Touya better access. It worked like a charm, and soon Keigo was moaning into your mouth as Touya sucked a hickey onto his pulse point.

The two of you worked together to strip Keigo down to his boxers, where a tent was already forming. Touya kept himself occupied with marking up every inch of Keigo’s neck while your hands skimmed over the beautiful planes of his chest, stopping occasionally to roll one of his nipples between your fingers. It wasn't long before your ministrations reduced Keigo to a moaning, wrigging mess.

“Please,” he begged, golden eyes bright. “Let me touch you too.”

“But we’re supposed to be the ones spoiling you,” you teased, hand tracing down his abs to curl over his cock.

“Aren't you-ngh!- aren't you supposed to do what the birthday boy wants?”

Touya smirked. “If the birthday bird says so, I guess we’ve gotta.”

You smiled, wasting no time in divesting yourself of your clothing. Touya copied your movements, and soon all three of you were in your underwear. For a moment you stayed like that, cuddled up to each other enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. Then Keigo copped a feel of your ass and Touya’s too, if his annoyed grunt was anything to go by.

“So, what does the birthday bird want now,” you mused, placing a kiss on Keigo’s sternum. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

He groaned at the suggestion, hips bucking up a little. “Can I… Wanna eat you out while you suck me off, baby bird.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

With eager hands, Keigo divested you of your final pieces of clothing even as Touya helped him out of his boxers. Then the scarred man was helping you straddle Keigo’s face, taking the opportunity to swipe his fingers through your folds. They came away shiny, already coated with evidence of your arousal.

“This turned on already, little mouse? Naughty, naughty.”

“Keigo’s not much better off,” you pointed out, fingers curling around the base of his cock. You nodded to the bulge in Touya’s boxers. “And neither are you. Want me to help you out too?”

Touya kissed you softly. “I’ll be fine. Wanna make sure I last once I get inside that tight little hole of yours.” He curled a hand in Keigo’s hair, making the blond look at him. “And by that, I mean your ass, birdie.”

Keigo’s eyes widened in excitement. You could feel his breath coming quick and hot against your lower lips. He opened his mouth to speak, but you sat down rather clumsily before he could. Touya caught your hips, steadying them until Keigo got the hint and took over. He held you slightly off his face, tongue darting out to tease your clit. You whimpered pitifully, grinding down against his hold.

Then you remembered exactly what you were holding in your hand. Leaning forward, you wrapped your lips around the head of Keigo’s cock, tongue tracing around and under his glans. He moaned, the sensation sending little vibrations through your cunt. Smirking around his girth, you hollowed your cheeks and relaxed your throat to allow him to slip deeper in your mouth.

You felt one of his hands leave your thigh. You only had a split second to wonder why before you felt it land on your ass in a none-too-gentle spank. Yelping, you tried to jerk your hips away, but Keigo just used the momentum to pull you down onto his waiting mouth. He closed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, making your eyes roll in your head.

While you and Keigo were competing to see who could make the other come first, Touya had moved off. He had spent a few seconds rooting around in the blankets before relocating to the end of the bed, a small bottle in his hand. Touya parted Keigo’s legs, benign them at the knees and planting his feet on the mattress. The position allowed Touya to begin probing Keigo’s hole with lube-covered fingers, just one at first.

Even that was enough to have Keigo moaning into your cunt, but he never stopped his motions as he alternated between sucking your clit and tracing around your hole. You didn't stop sucking him either, not even when Touya adding a second finger caused him to buck up and almost gag you. You shot a pleading glance at your dark-haired partner, who promptly pinned Keigo’s hips to the bed with one strong arm.

“Behave, birdie. Or is that how you thank someone who’s nice enough to give you a birthday blowjob?”

Keigo murmured an apology into your skin, renewing his efforts to wring every ounce of pleasure from your dripping cunt. But he was at a severe disadvantage; between your mouth and Touya’s three fingers in his ass, Keigo was rapidly approaching his end. All it took was you dipping your hand down to fondle his balls at the same time Touya pressed one long finger into his prostate. Keigo came with a muffled shout, release spilling across your tongue as he jerked against Touya’s hold.

You pulled off Keigo’s cock once it got soft, doing your best to swallow what he had unloaded into your mouth. A tiny bit dripped from your lips, prompting Touya to cup your face. He kissed the corner of your mouth, tongue darting out to collect the spilled release. With Touya’s help you sat up, moaning into his mouth as the new angle allowed Keigo better access to slide his tongue into your cunt.

Touya was quick to reach down, lubed fingers circling your neglected clit as he kissed you deeply. Now it was your turn to whimper and cry out as your two lovers methodically brought you to pieces. You came just like that, clinging to Touya as Keigo pinned your hips to his face, not letting you go until he had licked every drop of arousal from your cunt.

Once Keigo released your thighs, Touya lifted you off the blond man and settled you on your back in the nest of pillows. He fussed with them for a minute, making sure you were comfortable before turning back to Keigo and hauling him into a kiss. You couldn't see what was happening between them, but from the shuddering of Keigo’s wings, you could guess.

Sure enough when Touya guided Keigo to kneel between your legs, his hand was on Keigo’s cock and stroking slowly. Despite having cum mere minutes ago, Keigo was almost back to full mast already.

That superhero stamina was no joke.

Touya pressed himself against Keigo’s back, whispering in his ear as he teased his cock. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You're going to fuck little mouse’s tight cunt while I fuck your cute little ass.”

He punctuated his statement with a slap to Keigo’s rear, making the other man give an undignified yelp. By the way his cheeks colored, you doubted he disliked the action. Deciding to take mercy on him, you held out your arms to Keigo. He practically fell into your embrace, nuzzling into your neck with a soft coo. He kissed gently at your skin and mouthed over your pulse.

“Needy boy,” you giggled, running a hand through his hair “You want me, pretty bird?”

“Need you, baby bird. Need you so bad,” Keigo groaned.

“Then take me.”

You didn't need to tell him twice. Keigo sheathed himself inside you with one smooth motion. You both moaned, you from how good it felt to be full and Keigo because no matter how many times he did this, you were always so warm and tight. For a second he just stayed like that, but before he could begin to move, Touya bent him over with a hand between his wings. Touya poured fresh lube on his fingers, giving Keigo’s ass one last good stretch before bringing the tip of his cock to rest against his puckered hole.

“You ready, pretty bird? Want this villain’s cock in your ass?” Touya mocked gently, giving Keigo another spank.

“Yes, Touya, please.”

“Say it. Say ‘I want this fat, pierced cock in my tight little ass.’”

Keigo turned bright red, but there was hardly any stutter in his voice. “I-I want Touya’s fat, pierced cock in my tight little ass.”

“Good boy.”

You could tell when Touya finally pushed the head of his cock into Keigo because the hero’s entire face contorted with pleasure. Having been on the receiving end of Touya’s fucking before, you knew exactly how he was feeling. Touya slipped deeper into him, each piercing popping past that tight ring of muscle thanks to the copious amount of lube.

It took Touya a minute or two until he was fully seated inside Keigo. Once there, he gave the other man a minute to adjust to the feeling of fullness. You helped by caressing Keigo’s face or drawing patterns on the skin of his back. Touya gave you a devious look, a smirk crawling over his features as he gripped Keigo’s hips. Then he was pulling Keigo out of you, even as he pulled out of Keigo. The two of you whimpered in sync at the loss.

Only to have your whimpers turn into gasps as Touya shoved forward, driving himself back into Keigo and Keigo into you. He set a brutal pace, hands sure to leave bruises on Keigo’s hips as he used the blond man to fuck you. You tried to roll your hips with the rhythm of his thrusts, but you could barely keep up. You could only rake your nails across Keigo’s shoulders and scream your pleasure to the stars above.

Keigo was even less coherent than you were. His hands were clenched, white-knuckled in the sheets on either side of you. He wasn't even talking anymore, a babble of moans and coos escaping his mouth as he bit down on the skin of your shoulder repeatedly. Touya’s smirk turned sadistic and you watched as his hands crept from Keigo’s hips to bury themselves at the base of his wings.

That was Keigo’s undoing. He came with a cry, shooting his load into your cunt with such force you could actually feel it. But Touya didn't stop, not even when you were feeling Keigo go soft inside you. He just used Keigo’s wings to haul him upright, biting at his neck.

“What’s the matter, pretty bird? Don't tell me you're done already!” He grabbed Keigo’s jaw and made him look at you. “Y/N hasn't even cum yet, and more importantly, I haven't cum yet.”

And unbelievably, you felt Keigo start to stir inside you, cock hardening for a third time that night. His eyes flitted over you, from your mauled neck to your wrecked face to your heaving chest. Something about that must have transfixed him, because he brought his hands to softly play with your tits. He groped your breasts gently, rolling your nipples between his fingers and sending little sparks of pleasure through you.

It was that contrast that finally did you in: the gentleness Keigo was touching you with against the brutal pleasure of Touya’s fucking. You came with a soft cry of their names, back arching off the bed with the force of your release. And Touya, being the sadist he was, reached down to pinch your clit, cruelly extending your orgasm.

Your cunt clamping down on Keigo’s already overstimulated cock tipped him into his third orgasm of the night. At this point he was basically shooting blanks, but you could still feel his cock twitching inside you. Touya gave one more hard thrust. Keigo’s eyes widened as he felt the other man finally spill his release deep inside his guts.

The three of you stayed frozen like that for a second that felt like an eternity. Then Touya wrapped his arms around Keigo and pulled him to the side. You rolled with them, managing to keep Keigo buried inside you as you snuggled up to him. He brought his arms around you in a weak hold, lips settling on the top of your head.

“That was…wow,” he croaked.

“You liked it, baby?” you asked, pushing some hair out of his face.

“He’d better have liked it,” Touya grumbled affectionately. “I don't think I have another round in me.”

“What, you getting old, burnt bacon bitch.”

“Fuck you, birdbrain.”

“You just did!”

Their banter made you giggle, and you pulled yourself closer to Keigo, if that was even possible. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, baby bird,” Keigo said. “Although, I’ll probably love you more once we get cleaned up. Should we head home?”

“Nah. There’s a portable shower in the next room.” Touya made a weak gesture.

“You two really thought of everything, didn't you?” Keigo started to sit up. “So shall we-”

You tugged him back down, cutting him off. “Wait. Just a few more minutes?”

“All right, babybird.”

Keigo settled back down between you and Touya. He kissed you softly before turning his head to catch Touya’s lips.

“I really do love you too, so much,” Keigo said. “And thank you. This was definitely the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten.”

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deancasbigbang · 3 years ago

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Title: The Shadow of Mount Seelie

Author: butterflyslinky

Artist: lotrspnfangirl

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Cas, Past Dean/Lydia, Implied Cas/Lilith

Length: 38000

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Implied Rape/Noncon Past Minor Character Death, Domestic Violence, Torture, Murder

Tags: Single Father Dean Winchester, Fairy Tales and Folklore, Mild Sexual Content, Fairy Castiel

Posting Date: November 9, 2022

Summary: Dean and his daughter Emma have moved to the peaceful village of Mount Seelie, where everyone gets whatever they want. Dean soon finds that the villagers are hiding something that seems to center on the odd but handsome local handyman, Castiel.

Excerpt: “Hello, Dean.” Cas looked awkward, but happy. “Thank you for inviting me.” “Yeah, of course.” Dean led Cas inside. “Sorry if I’m a little in and out, I’m working on this single-handed.” “I can help,” Cas offered. “No, you’re a guest.” Cas shrugged. “I hate not working when someone else is. Besides, I’ve observed a certain camaraderie is formed when cooking a meal together. I would like to share that with you, if it’s all right.” Dean just stared at him for a moment. “Um…okay,” he said. “I could use some help, yeah.” Cas smiled and followed Dean to the kitchen. Dean was still trying to sort out what kind of camaraderie Cas could be looking for. Sure, Dean knew that women formed close bonds in the kitchen, but he didn’t know any men who had. Then again, Dean hadn’t exactly grown up in the sort of family where men helped in the kitchen, or indeed, the sort of lifestyle that involved a kitchen at all. Luckily, Cas seemed to be as handy with food as he was with everything else. He chopped vegetables efficiently, had a good mastery of pastry dough, and a good knack for measuring even though Dean’s measuring cup was very worn and hard to read. “Is there anything you can’t do?” Dean jokingly asked. “A few things,” Cas said, his voice and face completely serious. “Though nothing that would generally be a problem in daily life.” “Must have lived an interesting life to have that many skills.” Cas stared straight ahead for a long minute. “More than you can imagine,” he said. They were silent for a moment. “Were you born in Mount Seelie?” Dean asked. He realized that he knew very little about his guest, but he desperately wanted to know more. “No,” Cas said. “I was born in Scotland. But I was brought over a very long time ago and I’ve been here ever since.” “Your family bring you?” “Yes. But they’re all dead now.” “But…” Dean was trying to work it out. “How did you end up…?” Cas studied him for a moment. “How did I end up what?” “Homeless. Wasn’t there a house for you to inherit?” “The house is gone, and it wasn’t home without my family anyway. I couldn’t stay on the property, so now I don’t stay anywhere.” “Do you want to?” Maybe Dean had gotten it wrong. Maybe Cas was happy as a drifter; Dean had met enough men like that in his life to understand at least a little. Hell, Dean’s father had been a man like that. “I do miss having a place to go every night,” Cas said. “And I miss having a family. But right now, I’m just grateful I can stay in town and make myself useful.” “Well, you’re welcome to come here any time,” Dean said. “And stay as long as you need.” Cas looked at him, and Dean thought he might cry. “Thank you, Dean,” he said. “That means a lot to me.”

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orionsangel86 · 4 years ago

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SPN Conspiracies - Applying Logic to Chaos

Its been over 2 months now since the Supernatural finale aired. I am still so angry, hurt, and confused by it and I don’t think I will ever get closure unless someone like Andrew Dabb, or Jensen Ackles, actually opens up and gives us an explanation that makes sense.

What annoys me most right now is people trying to gaslight fans into believing that we should accept the narrative we have been given at face value: That the finale was always planned to be that way, that Destiel was never on the cards, that there was no Network interference, that the only changes made were due to covid and were minor at best.

This harmful gaslighting is FALSE.

NO ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAPPENED.

Look, I don’t agree with some of the crazier conspiracy theories. I don’t believe that there was some huge campaign among the CW Network execs to remove anything remotely gay out of homophobia. I don’t believe that the finale was changed because of some desire to make it into a Walker promo. I don’t believe that the finale was really bad on purpose in protest by Dabb for not getting to do an ending he truly wanted. I don’t believe that Dabb left us smart fans a bunch of secret messages in the finale to hint that he was on our side all along and that everything was fake.

I do, however, believe that all of these conspiracy theories have some elements in them that are plausible. At least, more plausible than the bullshit narrative mentioned above that some people are pushing in some desperate attempt to defend the Network (which imo is really strange behaviour anyway - why would anyone care about a TV network with a history of terrible behaviour?!?)

We have facts, based on information provided before the covid lockdown, which for some reason, people like Misha have since backpeddled on. So let me try to outline some of the information that makes no sense.

Below the cut I go on a deep dive into the conspiracies and statements I have heard about the SPN finale and try to make some sense of this whole fucked up situation. It gets long.

1. “Cas was never gonna be in the finale”.

False: We have many fan accounts of Misha confirming that he was filming the finale. We have video evidence of Misha confirming he was going back to film the finale after the lockdown. We have confirmation from fans in Misha M&Gs from March that he had about 5 days of filming left.

We also had fan accounts of discussions with Alex Calvert (I think) where he confirmed the final shot of the final episode was all four of them though I would LOVE if someone can find a source for this.

2. Okay, Misha was gonna be in the finale, but only as Jimmy Novak

False: I heavily side eyed Misha when he said this. But I think I can come up with a plausible explanation for it. Per above, Misha was supposed to film for 5 days. This does not align with the half a day he described of filming as Jimmy Novak. My own belief is that after Cas was cut from the finale (for whatever reason we don’t know) someone (probably Jensen Ackles) put up a fight and complained that Misha should be there for the final episode. The writers probably tried to come up with a way to bring Misha back without having to deal with Cas, and pitched the idea of Jimmy Novak being in Heaven. Misha, obviously annoyed about this, turned this stupid pitch down.

3. Destiel was never a thing, never planned, never part of Dabb’s ending. Bobo and Misha pushing the confession was the part of the season that was Wrong.

False: We have a SPN writer on record saying that Castiel’s confession was the first thing written for Season 15 when the writers returned to the writers room. If it wasn’t planned, why was it the first thing written, why does it align so well with the rest of season 15? Look I know some people either a. hate destiel and refuse to see it even if it slaps them in the face, or b. have major heteronormative goggles on, or c. are just homophobes in denial, but 15x18 fits in perfectly with the narrative of season 15. Everything Cas says, everything that happened in that scene was so in character it just works. It fit. If you just rewatch the season whilst applying some critical thinking skills and pay attention to the narrative and character arcs, trust me, the confession fits in with pretty much every other plot point, and character story in the season.

Also: We have known for a while that the network did market research into Destiel, wanting to know if it would go down well or not. They were well aware of its popularity and considering it. Where would this have come from if not pitched by the showrunner? Dabb must have at least been considering it. If you take all of Dabb era into consideration, starting with mid season 11, all the way through the season 12 build up, season 13 grief arc, and then Bobo’s Destiel break up arc in late season 14, early season 15, it is clear that there was some toing and froing on the issue of Destiel, but ultimately, I still believe that Dabb was on board. He wrote 13x01 for christs sake. No way he wasn’t taking it seriously.

4. It’s always been about the brothers. The finale just stays true to what Supernatural is all about.

*rubs temples* Fundamentally FALSE: The show has time and again reasserted the message of “Family don’t end with blood”, as well as the messages of AKF and YANA. Sam and Dean may be at the heart of the show, but a heart can’t exist without a body to support it. Without bones, and lungs, and blood, and muscles, and a BRAIN. The finale abandons the shows core messages. It forces the characters back into their season 1 characterisations and the whole thing becomes hollow and souless. But I’m not here to complain, I’m here to lay down the facts. Dean’s heaven was supposed to be surrounded by loved ones right? We know OG Charlie Bradbury was gonna be in his Heaven, we also know CAS was gonna be in there. So this idea that the finale as it currently stands was how it was meant to be is wrong. Dean was supposed to die and reunite with his found family and loved ones. This alone would have been a far better ending than the one given. Do I think this was solely a covid issue? Fuck no.

The randoms that WERE in the finale are proof alone that they could have got people in and quarantined. We also have several actors on record saying that they WOULD have quarantined for the finale had they been asked to return but they WEREN’T.

Lies have been told. Samantha Ferris and Chad Limberg have confirmed that we have been lied to about the original plans for the finale.

This alone is proof enough that there is more plausibility in some of the conspiracy theories than any bullshit narrative some people are pushing in defence of the barbaric mess of a finale we were given.

So lets address some of the conspiracy theories now:

Conspiracy No.1: The CW Network reviewed Supernatural during the covid break, and due to homophobia, refused any Destiel arc that wasn’t already filmed, shut down any potential reciprocation from Dean, and forced Dabb to change his finale.

I don’t think this is entirely what happened. But I do think it is very strange how there is a such a huge disconnect particularly in Dean’s characterisations between what had come before the lockdown, and what came after. The one fact we have here, and please someone provide a source if you can find it because I know there is one, the finale script was still going through changes up to only 2 weeks before it was filmed. We know that there was some weird editing in 15x18 (which was still in post and uncompleted before lockdown) and we know from Jensen’s own mouth that there was more to the confession scene on Dean’s side that was cut. We also know that this isn’t the first time that Destiel heavy moments have been changed in post - the prayer scene is another big scene that went through a lot of changes and Bobo fought to have his script play out the way he wanted it.

There are certain things that in my own opinions, are basically true of SPN which I have put together from years of keeping one eye on the writers room, the network, and all the various comments made. My opinion is this:

The writers room has always been split on Destiel. Some writers heavily supported making it canon, others did not care, or were against it.

The Network considered it over the course of several years, did market research, green lit it, then changed their minds, possibly several times over the course of Dabb’s era. Destiel was pitched to the Network early in Dabb era.

The crew on set were also split. Some people heavily supported it, and worked to assist the reading, whereas others did not care/did not support it. The same can be said for the editing room.

Bob Singer supported the subtextual homoeroticism, but never supported bringing it into text (this is an opinion, but I think it aligns with everything we know about him.) IMO Bob Singer also supported subtextual homoeroticism between Sam and Dean - the guy is gross is what I’m saying. He isn’t exactly a progressive person.

Fun fact - a while back our old enemy Sera Gamble went on a Twitter rant about writers rooms and the ways a script goes through changes. I don’t think this was in relation to the SPN finale wank but she basically inadvertantly confirmed that the Network can step in and make sweeping changes to a script if they want to and if they decide they don’t like the direction of a story. Sera Gamble confirmed this as a fact.

Now. I’m not saying that this is what the CW did with Destiel. I just think its very strange how pre lockdown, the last thing filmed is a heartfelt homosexual declaration of love between Dean and Cas, and we have a finale script that Misha had not seen, but knew that he was meant to film as Castiel for 5 days (5 days on set is over half of an episode as far as I know). Then all of a sudden, Covid happens, and Cas is cut from the finale completely, a desperate attempt to bring Misha back only as Jimmy Novak takes place, which Misha rightly refuses, leading to a finale which makes zero sense narratively and appears in every way completely and utterly butchered.

The only explanation provided by anyone involved is that Covid meant changes had to happen - but that covid didn’t change the actual story at all.

But this makes no sense because we know that Cas was cut from the finale. This is FACT. Do not let anyone gaslight you into thinking otherwise. Misha was preparing to quaranting to return to set as Cas post Covid, so whatever happened to cut Cas from the finale, it wasn’t Covid.

I’m gonna have to Occum’s Razor this and say that the most logical explanation here is the one that is most likely true. Someone got cold feet with the Destiel story, and to prevent any possible interpretation that included Dean reciprocating, any hints of Destiel were removed from the finale script, including Castiel’s whole appearance.

Now, this isn’t me saying I think that Dabb’s original finale was full of Destiel love confessions and a homosexual kiss or whatever, but I am asking you all to really think about it and ask yourselves WHY Cas would have been totally cut from an episode he was supposed to be in at LEAST half of?

We will probably never know the real reason Cas was cut, but he WAS cut. I’m not saying it was all homophobia, but some fuckery went down.

Conspiracy No. 2: The CW Network changed the finale to make it into a Walker promo because they only cared about raising up Jared and not Jensen and Misha as they were losing them anyway.

I don’t agree with this in terms of the finale being butchered solely to make it into a Walker promo. There are however moments in the finale that are clearly supposed to be Walker Easter Eggs and added to excite fans of Jared/Sam in particular such as Sam’s gratuitous and unnecessary topless scene, as well as the call on the “case in Austin”.

I will take this moment to say something pretty damn controversial though.

*Deep breath*

The fact is, Dean Winchester has been the “lead” character of Supernatural’s narrative for years now, with Sam often being sidelined and not given great storylines himself. Even in Season 15, right up until the finale, I myself felt bad for Sam sometimes because so much of this show has become all about Dean. Jensen Ackles is clearly the better actor when it comes to emotional story arcs, so the emotional heart of the story has most often leant on him.

So you can understand my confusion, when this is turned on its head in the final episode, to make Sam carry all the emotional weight, and have the most lines/screentime, and story resolution (even if his story resolution was just as crappy as Dean’s).

If we pretend that Destiel is not a thing, and ignore Cas’s confession, the story change in the finale from Dean focus to Sam focus is still rather suspicious. Again, I’m not saying I completely approve of or agree to the conspiracy theory that Walker influenced the butchering of the script, but I can believe that perhaps a note went down from the CW to someone like Bob Singer, to emphasise Sam/Jared more than they perhaps would normally, because the CW wanted to shine the spotlight on Jared to raise excitement for Walker.

I can also believe this note might have said something like “we wanna cater to fans of Sam/Jared the most - don’t do anything to piss them off.” but now I am getting into my own conspiracy theories so by all means dismiss this as me being bitter.

Conspiracy No.3: Dabb purposely made it bad, as a secret message to Destiel fans that he had been silenced, by layering meta clues into the episode that he knew fans would notice.

I doubt this one is true. Though some of the theories are quite compelling. The old vampire silent movie theory for instance starts off quite well, but loses me the moment it brings up Urban Dictionary slang.

Sometimes I have just had to accept that Supernatural is a bad show that is sometimes accidentally a masterpiece. However, some writers really did go That Deep with their stories - anything by Ben Edlund or Steve Yockey for instance, their episodes are meta masterpieces with a hundred different layers of beautiful subtextual storytelling and are a joy to analyse. Bobo Berens has certainly done some A+++ work especially now we KNOW that he was working hard all this time to bring Destiel to canon text (so any analysis of Destiel in the subtext in his episodes is very accurate). There have been many other key elements analysed over the years which have been confirmed true. Cas’s death in Season 12, Dean’s time as a demon in season 10, Season 11 ending in unity of dark and light, these were all plot points predicted by meta writers just by analysing the narrative. Sometimes the writers really have been very smart and they do add things to the show to aid us in our meta.

Richard Speight Jr for instance, confirmed that SPN has a visual library that the production team use to give clues and hints in the narrative. Pizza, for example, always means a lie has been told. Whenever Pizza is being eaten or even just mentioned on screen, there is dishonesty in that particular moment.

The beers also have a very specific message and the one thing I can’t let go about the finale, was that Dean was drinking El Sol beer. The beer his dad gave him, that was terrible.

El Sol has been used in the show to indicate something being wrong, a fake reality, or another lie, for the longest time. It is the beer of deception.

The fact that in the final episode of this entire show, Dean is in Heaven, supposedly at peace, and then he gets handed an El Sol beer to drink? Thats a HUGE red flag for any meta writer watching who can read SPNs visual library.

If they had given him the Margiekugel beer of family then it would make sense. Dean is in Heaven, with Bobby, his family, at peace. Margiekugel should have been the beer of choice. But nope. El Sol. Something is wrong.

I don’t know if it was Dabb, or Singer, or some disgruntled ADs and crew members who added these elements into the finale, but their very presence confirms some message of Wrongness.

I could go into a huge rant about Vampire Mimes not making sense and the very glaringly obvious symbolism of cutting out peoples tongues too, but that is high school level film analysis. It’s obvious. It means to silence someone. There is validity in interpreting this as Dabb saying he was silenced. I don’t know how true it is, but i can’t 100% dismiss it, because as I said, this is high school analysis levels of obvious subtextual storytelling.

So in summary, whilst I don’t think that Dabb intentionally went out of his way to sabotage his own script, and leave a breadtrail of secret messages for savvy fans to put together to confirm that he was silenced by an evil network into not getting what he wanted... I do think that there is validity in questioning these odd choices for the finale. Cutting out tongues? Vampire Mimes? El Sol beer?

The evidence is somewhat compelling is all I’m saying. I don’t believe the full conspiracy theories, but as I have said many times before, some fuckery went down.

So What Do I Believe?

That some fuckery went down and whatever company line they are pushing is bullshit.

I believe that the original script included Cas (since thats fact). I believe that the original script probably always had Dean dying on a vampire hunt (due to Jensen’s issues with it and in particular, his sarcastic comments about vampires in the past year or so which in hindsight are hilarious and prove he never really came to terms with Dean’s idiotic death). I believe Dabb’s original script was some less crappy version of what we got, which potentially included showing Jack rescuing Cas from the Empty and resolving the outstanding Empty plot points (potentially this was actually a 15x19 plot since Mark P commented that his final scenes were supposed to be with Jack and Cas), had Cas reunite with Dean in Heaven and had them have a discussion about Cas’s confession. I believe that there was probably a lot of back and forth over how to handle that with some people wanting Dean to obviously reciprocate and others believing they should keep it ambiguous. I believe that Dean and Cas would have reunited with Charlie Bradbury, and Bobby Singer, and possibly others (though if this was the case it must have been very early on since no one ever looped in Sam Ferris, Chad Linberg or any other Roadhouse people).

I believe that Sam’s ending probably didn’t change much, but I do feel that initially they were planning on him ending up with Eileen, because it is the only thing that narratively makes sense. Cutting Eileen and giving him a blurry wife is something I won’t ever understand and Jared’s bullshit explanations are quite clearly pulled out of his ass to appease bronly types. I believe the reunion on the bridge would have included Cas and Jack, with a final shot of all four of them together, at peace (as this aligns with Alex’s comments from around a year or so ago that the final shot was all four of them). (I also am not sure it was always supposed to be on a bridge since the foreshadowing in an earlier episode showed Dean, Cas and Sam all in the Roadhouse together).

I believe that script went through countless changes and redrafts, and not even production people or the types that some fandom people claim as their “sources” would even have seen those early scripts, since even Misha never saw it. I believe that these rumours of Dabb never having Cas in his finale and ignoring all Destiel elements likely come from people who only saw later versions, weren’t party to network discussions and felt bitter about the final scripts they did see (being the crappy butchered one that was ultimately filmed). Those “sources” are now spreading rumours to discredit Dabb.

I obviously believe Dabb is a weak ass pushover who either didn’t care enough to fight back, or gave up since he’s been stuck with fucking Bob Singer on his back for years, but I will NEVER believe he didn’t care about the DeanCas love story, because he has been one of the few writers who has championed for it for years. You can’t look back at Dabb’s episodes in earlier seasons and claim he didn’t care. Dabb was a writer whose creative ideas were beaten out of him by an unforgiving Network only concerned about where their future money was coming from. Do I think he gave up too easily? Yes. But I also have one other huge reason for not believing the bullshit about Dabb being this anti-Destiel villain.

Bobo. Because if Bobo truly believed Dabb was gonna fuck that up at the end, I don’t think he would have given us Cas’s love confession to begin with. If he had known it was gonna end like that, I think he would have reconsidered, because had Cas not confessed his love, I don’t think he would have been cut from the finale. Bobo - a gay man, would not have wanted such a horrible message for queer fans being put across in the show he worked so hard on. He started writing that confession scene the day they returned to the writers room. Dabb would have been there, would have seen what he was writing, probably discussed it with him, after all, other episodes were written with the confession in mind. No way was Dabb planning to fuck up the ending knowing what Bobo was giving us. Nope.

Something went very wrong over lockdown. Someone, somewhere up the chain of power caught wind of the confession scene in 15x18, realised that it demanded a resolution which would make Dean Winchester, their protagonist, queer, and pulled the plug. I believe this did not come from a place of homophobia, but of bad business sense.

The CW is constantly trying to win the approval and attention of the one demo group that they seem to fail at getting the most: young straight men. Supernatural was one of their only remaining shows that appeals to young straight men, and Dean Winchester is more often than not the fave character of those young straight men who project onto him. Making Dean Winchester, established Han Solo of Supernatural, queer and in love with his best friend in the finale would have come across as a betrayal to those young straight men. The CW probably feared they would lose that demo group for good, and with a show like Walker starting soon with Jared at the helm, they couldn’t take the risk.

Hence there was probably a whole bunch of back and forth script redrafts with the Network, with Dabb and Singer fighting to make a finale that would appeal to everyone. There was most likely no way that they could bring Cas back without addressing what had already been filmed, because any resolution of that plot would either a. make Dean queer, or b. address it awkwardly by having Dean reject Cas (this storyline would probably have been slammed by critics worse than the finale because it meant addressing it. It might have got the attention of LGBTQ activist groups and caused a bigger shitstorm than what we got). The best option was therefore C. Bury it and Cas, pretend it never happened. Never address it again and distract Dean with other things. Hope that Destiel fans will accept no answer from Dean as ambiguous enough to imagine a future reunion rather than shutting it down with a rejection, and still keep hold of the blissfully ignorant heteronormative straight boys so they can carry over to Walker when it starts.

I also believe (controversially probably) that there was concern that any resolution of Dean and Cas would have overshadowed network darling Jared Padalecki. If Dean and Cas had come together in the finale, with a very clearly textual homosexual reunion, then that would have been all anyone talked about. The reviewers, the critics, the audience, everyone. It would have been nothing but Dean and Cas (and look, if they did think this, they were right, Destiel trending over the US ELECTION.)

So what is the network to do, when they are losing the two stars who would get the most attention from this storyline? The one star they were holding on to and getting his own show, relegated to third place in the finale of the show where he was first on the call sheet? Nope. That’s pretty unacceptable. Even without Walker I can imagine people at all levels side eyeing the Destiel thing over the years. This IS a show about two brothers, and their relationship should be the core relationship, we can’t have one brother pushed aside in the finale to make way for a queer relationship that will get all the attention instead. It was never gonna get approved for this reason ALONE.

At the end of the day, if I look at it from a business perspective, it makes far more sense that the CW shut down Destiel, rather than “oh Dabb never cared and ruined it because he’s an idiot.” The writers cared, and had built on that story over years. But their mistake was leaving any Destiel resolution to the finale. If they had instead gone and got Dean and Cas together in early season 15, then they could have ended it in a way that satisfied everyone. Destiel wouldn’t have threatened pulling focus away from Sam and Dean, and the show could have gone out on a high.

When I lay out all the conspiracy theories, and line them up next to the cold hard facts, the conspiracy theories in some way or another, make more sense. To believe the company line, the narrative we have been fed, is to ignore your own eyes, ears, and memories pre March 2020.

All I’m asking people to do is take a look at the show, the narrative presented in the show, and the information presented above. I’m not telling you to believe what I’ve written here, half of which is just my own opinion. I’m asking you to ask yourselves if it makes sense to you. Because it sure as hell doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied.

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We Were Always Going to End Up Together - Ch 5

Suptober 22, Day 5: A Perfect Disaster

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106611369

(Or read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008)

Dean couldn’t believe he wasn’t anxious. He was plenty nervous, but it felt like champagne bubbles rising through his system instead of soul-strangling doubt. He’d taken care to pay more attention to how he dressed to go to the Roadhouse than he’d ever done before, inspecting himself in the mirror long enough that he laughed at himself before heading out. He’d picked the soft green Henley to bring out his eyes a little, over a white tshirt that just poked out. Slim fit (but not too tight!) jeans with his favorite still-looked-nice-enough boots and he knew he looked good. He wished he’d replaced his old leather coat, but made do with his everyday canvas one. It would be warm inside anyway, so it wouldn’t be on long.

‘If Dean played his cards right, maybe none of his clothes would stay on that long,’ a little voice snickered in the back of his head at the thought. A guy could dream.

He got to the Roadhouse early, mostly to avoid a chance that his happy nerves could turn into an anxiety spiral while waiting for the time to pass. Jo was working tonight, which was nice because he appreciated a friendly face, but also annoying as she would immediately clock that he was there for a date and she would be merciless. A little sister type, she was a blessing and a curse all rolled into a perky but violent blonde package.

“Hey Dean, who’s the lucky one tonight? Or are you just hoping it’ll be you?”

“I’m always lucky to be eating Ellen’s food,” Dean teased back.

“Well Mom will be happy you still know how to kiss up to her.”

“Do you want to drag her out here to say hi?”

“Nah, she’ll come around later maybe. Besides, you don’t want your date to get the wrong idea.” Jo grabbed a couple of menus and started leading Dean back towards the nicer booths. “After all, they might think you’re likable or something.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just remember that I pay your tip.”

“Oh please. Either your date pays, and tips me well or you tip me well. No way you want to risk looking like a cheapskate on a first date.” Dean frowned at her back as she sashayed away. He hated when she got the last word. His expression changed to a grin as he saw Castiel walk through the doorway.

Apparently Dean wasn’t the only one who was early for things. He stood up and caught Castiel’s eye.

“Hey Cas,” started Dean, suddenly a little shy.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, Cas?”

“What are you…”

Dean felt his face flush pink as his happy nervous bubbles curdled in his belly. “Didn’t we have a date?” Dean managed to force out.

Cas sighed deeply and looked at the floor.

Dean wondered if he could just melt through the floor. Worse, this might even be bad enough that Jo would be nice to him. “I mean, your text…”

“Sorry, Dean. I…I didn’t know I was meeting you here.”

Dean’s flush deepened and he thought his whole head might actually catch on fire. “It’s fine, man. No harm, no foul.” Dean thought he might be sick all over his favorite boots.

“Dean, wait.”

Dean met earnest blue eyes and wished even harder he could disappear.

“This was Gabe’s doing. He thinks I don’t have a life and he must have taken my phone and asked you out. I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding.”

“It’s cool, Cas,” said Dean, desperately shutting down his disappointment and putting on his impersonal, charming face.

“No. I might kill my cousin, and he should never have done this without my knowledge.”

“Yeah, definitely a dick move. But really, it’s okay. I’m sorry you came out and all for a joke.” Dean was trying to figure out how to get out of this conversation so he could drown his sorrows a little and then go home and lick his wounds.

“But you wanted to go out with me?”

Dean blinked in surprise. “Wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t.”

“I mean. Are you sure you knew it was dinner with me?”

Dean smiled a little at that. “Of course with you. Not every day that a gorgeous scarecrow asks me out.”

It was Castiel’s turn to blush as he rubbed the back of his neck. In a voice so low and quiet Dean almost couldn’t make out the words Cas mumbled, “Do you want to stay and have dinner with me?”

Dean’s smile was softer, “Yeah man. We’re both here and I’m definitely interested if you are.” Dean gave him what he hoped came across as an encouraging look.

Castiel’s smile was small but bright.

They took seats on either side of the booth, both a little shy and not sure what to say. Dean met Castiel’s eyes and huffed a small laugh. “So Gabe’s your cousin?”

“Yes. And he’s very irritating.”

“Is it so bad having dinner with me?”

“No, I’m sorry. I’m not very good at this.”

“Having dinner?”

“Talking to good-looking men.”

Dean drew a breath in at the sincerity in Cas’ gaze. “Seems like you’re doing ok.”

“What can I get you two?”

Dean tried not to glare at Jo’s interruption.

“Your usual, Dean?”

“Sure, Jo.”

“And for you?”

“I’ll have whatever he’s having.”

“Alright. Be back in a minute.”

“What if I ordered a shitty IPA?”

“Then I guess I’ll have to suffer through the experience.”

Dean laughed, enjoying the adorable mix of awkward and deadpan funny.

They chatted about how Dean knew Jo until Jo dropped off their beers and took their orders and left them alone with a wink to Dean.

“So what do you do when you aren’t hanging around corn mazes?”

“Not much, really.”

“Does scarecrow really pay that well?”

“No, I just am in between jobs right now. I own the farm that the maze is on.”

“So you decided to go all in on that?”

“It was Gabe’s idea. He talked me into performing there too.”

“So what you’re saying is that we only met because your cousin is a busybody who tries to micromanage your life?”

“He thinks I’m lonely.”

Dean paused. “Are you?”

“I find people to be difficult in a social setting.”

“People are just people man. Most of us don’t bite.” Dean smiled wolfishly, hoping a little bit of his own desire shone through.

“I understand people better when we have a mutual purpose.”

“Such as…”

“At the maze, I’m trying to scare them. At a job, I am trying to get my work done and so are they, so that helps facilitate the relationship. When I am a customer, interacting with the cashier has a practical structure. It’s easier when I know what both sides of the equation are expecting.”

“And when there’s a cute boy you are suddenly having dinner with?”

“I hope I don’t scare him off because I’m not sure what to say. There’s no script for this.”

Dean’s heart melted a little at the wistful vulnerability he could read in the other man’s face. “Well, we’re talking just fine here. And I know everyone has always told me I have more words than most so you can always just get me started and I’ll carry the conversation for awhile.”

“I think I’m doing okay.”

“So far so good. In fact, I think that you have avoided any possible disaster tonight.”

“There’s still time. I could still manage to knock and entire plate of food onto your lap or accidentally insult your life’s work.”

“Well, let’s try to avoid all that, but even if those things happened I think we’d be fine. Once we got the awkward part out of the way, I’d say it’s been perfect.”

Cas smiled shyly at Dean, raising his beer slightly, blue eyes shining. “Then here’s to our perfect disaster.”

Dean felt his smile stretch wide as he gently clinked his bottle against Cas’.

#suptober22 #destiel #fanfic #a perfect disaster #jo harvelle #first date #i love writing these idiots

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