#another castiel fan joins us

[not-enough-fandoms]

Welcome! We've been expecting you.

i just started watching supernatural season 4 and... oh my god...

[440mxs-wife]

Forget About Him

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader. Other characters: Benny (not a vampire), Arthur Ketch. Mentioned: Mick Davies, Ash, Castiel, Gabriel, Michael, Chuck, Balthazar, Jody, Donna, Max, and Alicia Banes. OMC's Patrick and Josh, OFC's Gracie and Karlee

Word Count: 4768 (including lyrics)

Warnings: Cheating, bachelor/bachelorette party, allusion to sexy times, Dean as an exotic dancer (hubba hubba)

Summary: Reader and Patrick are bridesmaid and groomsman for their friends, Josh and Gracie. The Reader makes a heartbreaking discovery at the joint bachelor/bachelorette party at Club Karma. Fortunately, Dean is there to help her pick up the pieces of her broken heart and give her the show of a lifetime.

A/N: This is an expansion on my entry for @deanwanddamons Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge 3. It uses lyrics from You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi. Enjoy!

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"Patrick?" you called as you carefully applied your eyeliner. After hearing no response, you tried again. "Patrick, honey, are you ready to go yet? Josh and Gracie will be here any minute to pick us up," you reminded him.

Tonight was the joint bachelor/bachelorette party for your friends, Josh and Gracie, who were due to be married in a matter of weeks. You were one of Gracie's bridesmaids, while Patrick was one of Josh's groomsmen. The party was being held at Club Karma, where the venue was split into two sides. Josh and his friends would be entertained by scantily-clad women, while the men with six-pack abs were on tap for your side.

As you walked into the living room, you noticed that Patrick was on his phone, speaking to someone in a low voice. While he continued his conversation, you finished putting in your right earring and then stood waiting for him. You wondered who he was talking to, and why it seemed like he was trying to keep the conversation secret.

This was only one of a few signs that lately had you questioning your relationship with Patrick. Over the past few weeks, Patrick had been coming home late on more than a few nights. Dinner for one was a frequent occurrence and a rather lonely affair. Your nights often ended with you falling asleep on the couch, waiting up for him.

You know he's aware of this, because he wakes you up to leave the couch and join him in bed. However, each time you've tried to broach the subject to Patrick, he brushes you off. He assures you that there's nothing to worry about, that it's only work stuff that keeps him so late. He promised to spend more time with you when his job wasn't so busy, then he'd disappear into the study to take a phone call in hushed tones.

You couldn't imagine what it was about his job that would require him to work so many late nights. Maybe his boss gave him some big project? Or....could it be another woman? you thought, your heart sinking a bit more as he finally stood up from his chair.

"Yeah, see you later, Karl," he said before hanging up the phone, his back still to you. He heaved a deep sigh and tilted his head towards the ceiling. He seemed startled when he turned around to see you standing before him. "Oh! Didn't see you standing there," he remarked, then frowned as he checked his watch. "I hope you're ready to go, because I believe Josh and Gracie are here for us."

"Yes, Patrick, I'm ready, just need to grab my handbag. So, um, who was that on the phone?" you asked.

"That? Oh, that was just Karl. New guy at work, only been with us for a short time. Had to go over some documents I gave him yesterday," Patrick hastily replied.

"On a Saturday night?" you questioned, a note of suspicion obvious in your tone.

"Not this again. Yes, sweetheart, on a Saturday night," he responded with a roll of his eyes. "The guy's a workaholic, but his work is more than satisfactory, which is why he'll probably be moved up soon to my area permanently," he answered.

"Oh. That's good," you added absently. "Maybe then you'll actually start getting home at a decent hour," you mumbled under your breath. Or he's only saying this to cover something up, which is the more likely explanation, you inwardly frowned. Your attention was diverted by a horn sounding outside. You drew back the curtains and smiled when you saw the party bus rented for the evening's transportation.

From the back of the chair, you grabbed your shawl in case there was a chill in the air later that evening. In your purse, you placed your lip gloss, your wallet with some cash, cards, and your ID, plus your phone. The side doors for the party bus were wide open, with Josh and Gracie standing on the steps. Gracie gave you a hug, then pulled you over to sit next to her as her fiancé and your boyfriend found their seats.

"Is this everyone?" the driver called to the group.

"Yep, they're the last ones!" Gracie affirmed enthusiastically. "Driver, please take us to our destination, Club Karma!" A round of cheers rose from the group at the mention of the club's name. The driver shook his head in amusement and headed for the club.

***

"Hey there, fellas," drawled a voice as it entered the dancers' dressing room.

"Well, hey there yourself, Dean-O! Wait a minute, what're you doin' here? I thought this was your day off," observed Benny.

"It is my day off. However, Jody called and talked me into working. All because we have not one, not two, but three, count them, three bachelorette parties tonight," Dean explained.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about! Let's get this party started!" chimed in Arthur Ketch. He was one of five dancers in the extremely popular "Urban Legend" group. The other members included Dean's best friend, Benny Lafitte, and Ketch's best friend, Mick Davies. Rookie dancer Max Banes had a sister, Alicia, who also worked at the club, but as a mixologist. Dean was usually front and center, though, the one who performed the solo dances with the women pulled from the crowd.

Urban Legend was the headliner, while the "God Squad" warmed up the crowd. Their members consisted of brothers Castiel and Gabriel Novak, Balthazar, Michael, and Chuck Shurley. Each man had different colored "wings" strapped to his bare back as part of his costume. They surveyed the clientele, giving the Legends a read on the room. They also made suggestions on which of the lucky ladies from the crowd should potentially join them on stage.

"With three bachelorette parties tonight, should be a wild ride, eh brother?" Benny grinned as he nudged Dean's arm. "Hey, you all right?" he asked.

Dean broke out of his trance and turned to look at Benny. "Yeah, I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"Because you've got that same thousand-yard stare you've had for the past several months. Plus, you look like you'd rather be anywhere but here," he answered. "Wait a minute. Is this about Lisa?"

"No! No, no, this is not about--this is not--okay, yeah. It's about Lisa," Dean muttered. "After three years, I was finally going to propose to her, dammit! Only to find out she's shacking up with some hippie-dippie douchebag from her yoga class. He doesn't even eat meat, for cryin' out loud!" he grumbled.

Benny sighed and tried to suppress his laughter at Dean's last remark. "Listen, I know you were together for a long time, and it's only been eight months since you broke up. But that's why tonight is gonna be so great! You're a free man now, and there are plenty of gorgeous women out there for you to choose from. You know what they say, right? The best way to get over a woman is to get a new one underneath you," he smirked and then waggled his eyebrows.

Dean let out a booming laugh and clapped Benny on the shoulder a couple of times. "You are absolutely right, my friend. Thank you, brother," he remarked.

"Anytime, Dean-O, anytime," Benny grinned.

The God Squad was about halfway through their routine, while Urban Legend finished getting ready for their turn in the spotlight. Dean stepped out of the dressing room and poked his head around the curtain to survey the crowd.

This house is packed, he thought with a smile, which should definitely be good for business all around. From the servers and the mixologists, to the bouncers and the dancers, everyone should be making bank tonight. He was about to return to the dressing room when his eyes landed on you.

You were wearing a pale pink skater dress made of woven crepe material, with a tiered skirt and a hem that reached mid-thigh. It had a sweetheart neckline and short, slightly puffy sleeves and a corseted bodice. You had on your favorite taupe shoes with a t-strap and a 1-inch block heel, keeping your make-up and jewelry simple. A sash with "Bridesmaid" written on it in silver glitter script lettering was draped across your chest.

"Whoa. Helloooo, Gorgeous," he whispered to himself. He watched as your friends tried tugging on your arm to get you out on the dance floor, but you gave them a sweet smile and gentle shake of your head. They protested, clasping their hands in front of them in a last-ditch effort, praying for you to join them. You softly laughed and assured them that you would be fine by yourself for the final dance before his group came on.

One thing bothered Dean, though, and it was how your smile didn't appear to be genuine. The faraway look in your eyes was a familiar one for him, like the one he had because of Lisa. For someone who was supposed to be celebrating her friend's upcoming nuptials, you looked as though you'd rather be anywhere but here. Dean smiled to himself when he realized he'd found his "spotlight lady" for the evening.

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Sixty seconds. Sixty more seconds and he might've gotten away with it. A whole minute longer and you wouldn't have seen them. Unfortunately, your nagging suspicions were proven correct, because you finally caught your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend in the act. He was leaving the hallway to the bathrooms, making out with fellow bridesmaid but soon-to-be ex-friend, Karlee.

An angel's smile is what you sellYou promised me Heaven, then put me through HellChains of love got a hold on meWhen passion's a prison, you can't break free

Karlee had left the table to use the restroom, or so she'd said. When she'd been gone for nearly twenty minutes, you decided to look for her. You paused in the hallway after hearing giggles that sounded like Karlee, so you turned to go back to the table. As soon as you took two steps down the hall, you heard Patrick's voice tell Karlee how beautiful she was and saw her pull him in for a deep kiss.

Shot through the heart and you're to blameYou give love a bad name (bad name)I play my part and you play your gameYou give love a bad name (bad name)

"When are you gonna tell her?" Karlee asked between his kisses and her panting breaths. "I hate being able to only see you in the office when we 'work late' together," she whined.

Patrick paused his kissing assault on her neck to look her in the eye. "After the wedding, I promise I'll tell her. Then we can be together all the time, out in the open, away from work. If I do it now, it'll mess up the wedding processional," he explained. "Gracie has us paired up to walk down the aisle."

"It's not fair," she pouted. "Gracie has me walking with Josh's little cousin. If you break it off now, I can be on your arm, while she'll have to be with Brandon."

"I know, Babe, but think of how awkward it would be, us at the same wedding after breaking up right before it. I couldn't do that to her," he reasoned.

"You're so thoughtful," she remarked in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Now hurry and kiss me like you mean it, because I've probably been gone too long from the table. Someone's probably looking for me," Karlee added.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we," he replied with a sexy smile before he crashed his lips to hers. The smile that used to be reserved especially for you.

Tears sprang to your eyes, and you fought to push them away. You hurried back to the table and sat down next to Gracie just as they announced the headliner, Urban Legend. Your heart wasn't into partying anymore, but you didn't want to ruin Gracie's night. So, you plastered on a smile and focused your attention on the stage and the man in the middle of the group, whose name was Dean.

He was wearing dark wash denim jeans that hugged his bowed legs and molded perfectly to his backside. The sleeves of his white T-shirt were cut off, and there was a red and black flannel shirt tied around his waist. Gracie's table was near the front of the stage where Dean was standing, so you had an unobstructed view of his exquisite physique.

The music started, the low, pulsating beat creating a framework for the group to settle into their routine. When the music changed, Dean slowly sauntered towards the edge and made a show of scanning the crowd. The DJ announced he was searching for a woman to single out for what he stated was a "Spotlight Dance".

Dean's piercing gaze locked onto you and a sexy grin showcasing his pearly whites stretched across his chiseled, lightly stubbled face. He held out his hand in your direction, but you looked at Gracie, thinking he meant to dance with her as the bride-to-be. Gracie smiled as she shook her head, then nudged your elbow, causing you to return your focus to Dean. He dropped to his knees and nodded at you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in a sultry smirk.

Slowly you rose up from your chair and made your way up onto the stage, accepting Dean's hand in the process. He stood up and pulled you towards him roughly so your body was nearly flush against his. You caught a whiff of his woodsy cologne, as his finger traced your jawline. Then Dean leaned close to your ear. "Babygirl, I'm gonna make you forget all about that cheatin' sonafabitch," he whispered.

"What?" you breathed. "How do you--"

"I saw him making out with that other chick in the hallway by the restrooms. Don't worry, sweetheart, I've got you," he grinned. While he was talking to you, Benny had placed an armless chair in the center of the stage. Dean took a few steps away from you and held out his hand, allowing you to decline, but silently praying for you to accept. To his relief, you gave him a genuine smile and with an imperceptible nod, took his hand.

With a blinding white smile, Dean carefully enveloped your hand in his, then raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it. He led you over to the chair and you sat down, but kept your focus completely on him even after he released your hand. He took a few steps away from you and slipped into a routine of sensual dance moves, causing the women to howl in appreciation.

Not quite sure what to do with your hands, you kept them folded in your lap for the moment. From what you'd heard about places like this, there were rules about the amount of physical contact that was allowed between entertainer and patron. You were counting on Dean's guidance in this area. While you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, you were nearly craving the feel of his taut muscles under your fingertips.

After he finished his warm-up, he nodded to someone offstage. Suddenly, all of the lights in the main room were dimmed but a spotlight was left on Dean. You quickly glanced around, and you couldn't make out any of the faces in the crowd. It felt like you and Dean were the only ones in the room, which caused your heart to race.

Dean slowly sauntered over to you, the spotlight following his every move. He stopped behind you, his hands coming to rest on the back of your chair. He itched to let his fingertips graze your soft-looking skin, to comb his fingers through your tresses. You were right, there were rules about physical contact. However, his bosses, Jody and Donna, allowed each dancer to decide how far the rules could be bent without breaking them. None of that mattered, though, because there was no way he was going to place his hands on your body without your permission.

He leaned over your shoulder and paused with his lips dangerously close to your ear. "God, you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured. "Sweetheart, is it okay for me to touch you? I swear I won't unless I have your permission." He saw you nod your head, but he shook his. "I need words, babygirl."

"Yes," you immediately whispered, desperate to feel his calloused hands caressing your skin. You felt him smile against your hair before he spun around a few times until he was in front of you.

Dean dropped to his knees, then tilted his head up to catch your gaze. His hands slid up your lower legs, massaging your calf muscle before resuming their track up to your knees. He pressed his lips to each kneecap, making eye contact after each kiss.

He noticed your hands were no longer in your lap, but clenched around the edge of the chair, which caused him to chuckle. "Relax, baby, it's okay for you to touch, too," he assured you. "I want you to." As additional incentive, he ripped open his T-shirt down the middle and discarded it on the stage, much to the crowd's howling approval.

At first, you were hesitant to place your hands on him, despite his assurances. Patrick had been your boyfriend for the past four years, during which you had remained unfailingly faithful. However, after what you'd seen earlier in the hallway, there was no way he could say the same. This thought lessened some of your guilt associated with touching another man in such an intimate manner. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders, then smoothed them up and down his muscular, tattooed biceps. Your fingertips danced back up to his shoulders and curled around his neck, teasing the small hairs at the base. He leaned his forehead against yours and let out a playful growl. "Playing with fire, there, darlin'," he murmured. "I like it like that," he grinned.

He stood up, letting your hands slip out from around his neck, but he caught them before they completely fell away. Holding your wrists, he placed your palms on his torso and leisurely moved them up and down the contours of his toned chest. He shuddered involuntarily when your fingers brushed against his peaked nipples. He thought was an accident, until he caught a spark of mischief in your eyes, which fueled the fire in his chest.

Whatever was going on with you and Dean onstage seemed to meet with the audience's approval, because it was raining money. "You ready to give them a real show, honey?" he asked.

"Yes, please," you pleaded with a nod. Dean pulled you up from the chair, then tilted you away from him, his large hand splayed across your back. Then he swung you around at the waist before bringing you back flush against his body. He guided your arms to loop at his neck, while his hands gripped your waist.

The two of you moved together in a circle, with the chair in the middle, then the music changed to a slow, sultry beat. Hips were moving in sync and you matched him step for step as the crowd grew quieter, in complete awe and unable to tear their eyes away from the actions unfolding on stage. When the music drew to an end, Dean gave you a wink and dipped you over his knee.

"Thank you for the dance, sweetheart," he smiled, then pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Remember, he doesn't deserve you, honey. He never will," he mumbled against your skin. You nodded in agreement and he gave you a wink before waving to the crowd and heading off stage.

Benny appeared shortly after Dean left and took your hand to guide you back to your table. "Dean wanted me to tell you he loved dancing with you and wanted to do it again, if you were up for it," he remarked. "The guys all come back out to mingle with the crowd, but I can tell he only has eyes for you, chérie," he confided.

"Tell him....tell him I'll be waiting for him," you replied in his ear. Benny's face lit up with a beaming smile as he gave you a quick bow and jogged back to the dressing room.

As soon as you sat down, Gracie grabbed your arm and shook you. "That was so HOTTT!" she squealed. "I never knew you could dance like that. Weren't they just amazing?" she exclaimed to Karlee, who was sitting on her right.

Karlee rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest with a petulant look on her face. "Yeah, wonder what Patrick is going to say about his girlfriend of four years bumpin' and grindin' with some guy on stage in front of everyone," she muttered.

By this point, you were done holding back. "Hmm, I don't know. I did see him earlier, though. He didn't really have much to say, though, only because he was shoving his tongue down your throat, right? You know, when you were 'going to the bathroom'," you retorted. "I think this makes Patrick and me about even, don't you?"

Gracie's attention whipped back around to you. "WHAT??" Her focus shifted over to Karlee, her eyes narrowed. "Is this true?" she demanded. When Karlee failed to answer, Gracie shook her head in disgust, then turned to talk to you. Karlee slammed her drink on the table and stormed away from the table.

"Now. Tell me everything."

***

True to Benny's word, the dancers from both sides of the house came out after their performances to connect with more of the patrons. In most clubs, the mix of alcohol and flirty dance moves is usually a recipe for disaster, but Jody and Donna ran a tight ship. The bouncers adhered to the bosses' strict instructions to remove anyone who disrespected their performers in any way. And if an altercation broke out among the patrons, the same rules were applied.

As promised, Dean came out with the others, but his sole purpose was to find you. Josh had already claimed his bride-to-be for a few tours around the dance floor, leaving you to nurse your drink. At least until Dean returned to continue what was started on stage. He knew it was risky to pursue a client, especially one already in a relationship. But there was something about you that kept pulling him in and wouldn't let go.

He led you out onto the dance floor, guiding your arms to rest on his shoulders and your hands to link behind his head. His hands settled on your hips and pulled you to connect with his body. "Makes it easier for me to lead you, sugar. If I move left, you have to move left. If I move right, so do you. Now if I want to spin you out," he nudged you on your right side and twirled you away with his beefy arms. He spun you back, only to bring your back flush with his chest. "See? That's how it's done."

"It certainly is," you grinned, reaching back to curl your arm around his neck and inching it downward. You kept your hold on him and soon you felt his warm breath ghosting over your skin as you closed your eyes in surrender to the sensation. He continued to sway the two of you in time with the music, his arm curling around your midsection. His strong left hand splayed across your tummy, which you covered with your own, interlacing your fingers.

"There they are!" a shrill voice shattered your contentment with those three words. "I told you she was hooking up with someone else, Patrick," Karlee shouted. Her display was enough to draw the attention of others in the crowd, most of whom had stopped dancing to witness the drama.

Patrick looked at you, held protectively in Dean's arms and not seeming too terribly apologetic about it. "So, you get a few drinks in you and then you let some other guy put his hands on you? How could you do this to me? We've been together for four years, and you're just willing to throw it all away for some-some-dancer??" he spat out.

Dean had started to move towards Patrick but stopped when you placed a hand on his arm. "It's okay," you murmured. "I've got this." You turned your attention to your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, who was holding hands with your soon-to-be ex-friend. It was time for your unhappiness to end.

"How about the late nights of falling asleep on the couch, waiting for you? The dinners for one, and the hushed phone calls that end as soon as I enter the room? Or what about how I caught you making out with Karlee in the hallway this very evening? Are you willing to throw away four years for-for-HER?"

All the color seemed to drain from Patrick's face. "Baby, it's not--it's not--"

"Don't ever call me 'Baby', Patrick. You lost that right tonight. And for God's sake, don't insult my intelligence by saying 'it's not what it looked like'. It all makes sense now. This has probably been going on since you two started working together, right, 'Karl'?" you directed at Karlee. Her face carried an uncomfortable expression, but she said nothing.

Patrick grabbed your hand and tried to pull you away from Dean. "Sweetheart, please," he whimpered.

You yanked your hand away from him. "No, absolutely not, we're done, Patrick. And I want your cheating ass moved out of the house this weekend. Maybe you can get 'Little Miss Homewrecker' to help you," you retorted.

One of the bouncers approached your position and stood with his arms folded across his chest. "All right, break it up. I think it's time for some of you to leave," he declared. You took only one step towards your table when you held up his hand. "Oh, no, not you, Miss. Mr. Cheating Douchebag and Little Miss Homewrecker are the ones who need to leave," he remarked with a subtle wink in your direction.

Karlee started sputtering about how it's not fair, that you and Dean were just as much involved in the drama as she and Patrick were. The bouncer didn't want to hear any of it and continued to herd them towards the door. At least for his part, Patrick only wanted to get out of the club before any more drama would follow. At the door, he turned and took one last look at you, shaking his head sadly at the realization that he'd lost you.

Dean pivoted so he was able to look you in the face, but your eyes were intently studying the floor. He hooked an index finger under your chin and tilted it up for his eyes to meet yours. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his knuckles gently grazing your cheek.

You drew a deep shuddering breath. "I am for now, though that may change in the morning. I do feel that a giant weight has been lifted off of my chest, with everything out in the open."

"I know the feeling. It's been awhile, but I was in a long-term relationship also. She cheated on me, with someone from her yoga class," he grimaced. "She also couldn't handle all of this," he mentioned, gesturing around the club. "Kept trying to push me to get a 'regular job'. Couldn't do it, not when this is where my heart is. Especially now," he grinned. "Wow, this is some heavy conversation for a first date, huh?"

"First date?" you giggled. "I suppose we could count this as a first date if you want."

"Does that mean you're open to a second date?" he asked. Before you could answer, he hastily interjected. "Listen, I know you are fresh out of a long-term relationship, and there may be some trust issues we'll have to work through. I promise, I'm willing to go as slow as you want, but....I don't want to let go of you just yet," he confessed.

He was making an excellent case for himself, and you didn't want to let go of him at the moment, either. "Well, I do need a 'plus one' for this wedding I'm in as a bridesmaid," you answered, your index finger tracing shapes on his chest. "It's a few weeks from now. Maybe we can start there and see how it goes?"

Dean's face broke out into a beaming smile. "Absolutely, babygirl. And I look devastatingly handsome in a tuxedo, if I may say so myself. Plus, I know how to dance."

"I can't wait to see you in a tux, especially if you look this good in a T-shirt," you replied.

"And you're gonna make the most beautiful bridesmaid. With me by your side, they'll all be jealous of us. Patrick will have to live with knowing what he's lost," he commented.

Your flashed him your sexiest smile, then asked, "'Patrick' who?"

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[spinningintheshadows]

In August of 2021, I got Covid for the second time and was out of work so I decided to watch a silly little show on Netflix called Outer Banks. In turn, I wrote a silly little fan fiction about the show and posted it on Tumblr. I didn’t know then how much that silly little story would change my life. I sent a dm to another tumblr user inviting her to join our Outer Banks discord and saying something roughly to the effect of “I’m sorry for the absolute filth I just posted.”

People affectionately call us “Vixla” on the hellsite, but our relationship is so much more than a ship name on tumblr.com, those silly little fan fics. She is my best friend, my platonic soulmate, my wife.

She reminds me to eat, let’s me scream in her dms about football (that she doesn’t understand) and 9-1-1 (again, that she doesn’t understand.) I let her scream to me about Star Wars, and any other fandom she’s in but I’m not.

She let me suck her into liking All Time Low. (Which gave us our third and fourth counterparts to our little group)

She lets me shoot ideas off her, rattling our little shared braincell affectionately called Brian around in his little jar.

She is the Dean to my Castiel, the John B to my JJ, the Alex to my Jack, the Bucky to my Sam, the Morgan to my Garcia, the Buck to my Eddie, the Eddie to my Steve, the Wednesday to my Enid (I could keep going).

And today I got to watch her graduate college. I am so proud of her. I can only wish the best to her. It has been my honor to watch her achieve her dreams and goals and I know the world has big things planned for her.

I love you lots, @teelagurl558. Congratulations.

[happy74827]

Well, seeing as I just posted a fic last night and it’s almost at 100 notes… it’s still very much here

just realized there will be a last time supernatural trends on this godforsaken app and it might have already happened.

[bigmouthlass]

Title:  Stops Along The Way, exit 2

Series: Holler Me Home, part 5

Author:  BJ

Fandom:  Supernatural

Rating:  Mature

Pairing:  Dean Winchester/You, Dean Winchester/Reader

Synopsis: Short scenes from the 'Holler Me Home' AU series. Slices of life as a prospective Winchester, as You and Dean try and figure out the whole relationship thing.

Tags:  Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, ABO, Omegaverse, AU, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Castiel, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bess Fitzgerald, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega You, Omega Reader, Alpha Sam Winchester, Omega Mary Winchester, Domesticity, Housebreaking Sam And Dean, Mary Winchester's A+ Parenting

AN:  Domesticity, Winchester style. Or what's a girl to do when she moves in with her not-entirely-housebroken lover and his brother? All recognizable intellectual properties are owned by their respective creators and holders of any copyrights or trademarks. This is a not-for-profit work of fan art and protected by Fair Use.

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Chapter 1

“Hey.”

You look up from your notebook as Dean saunters in.  “Oh good!  Feed me, boy-wench.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” he reminds you as he hits the cooler.

You give him your sweetest smile.  “I know.”  You shiver at the memory of last night.  Dean sees it and smiles back, almost shyly.  Always an enthusiastic lover, last night things had taken a turn for the rough.  You ache a little bit, and you know Dean’s sporting some flaming bite marks underneath his clothes.

“Morning,” Sam joins the meeting, still glowing from his morning run.

“Coffee’s ready,” you point to the maker.

“Great.”  He takes the seat next to the wall and stretches one leg on the empty stools next to him, tablet in one big hand.

“How’s the knee?” Dean asks.

“Fine, just aches a little,” Sam says.  He’s wearing the light support wrap over his track leggings-- not a good sign.

“What’s the good word?” you ask.

“So far, not much.  Mom says she's heading for a camping retreat in New Mexico, Cas is checking some leads around Chesapeake.  It’s looking pretty quiet out there.”

You move your notebook aside as Dean sets down plates.  A great big omelet steams under your nose, stuffed with meat and mushrooms and cheese.  “Food of the gods,” you sigh.

“Infarction on a plate,” Sam corrects as Dean sets down Sam’s egg-whites-onions-peppers.

“Protein,” you counter.  You pick up toast from the plate Dean sets down.  “Carbs.”  You grab the jar of strawberry preserves.  “Glucose.”  You point your knife at Dean as he sits down with his own plate.  “Someone else cooking.”

Sam chuckles.  “Point taken.”

“I picked up the papers yesterday.  Not a peep there neither,” Dean says, inhaling his kitchen sink omelet.

“Called Garth earlier,” you say.  “He says hi, love from Bess.  Oh!  Bess is pregnant.”

“Really?”  You chuckle as Dean leans in.  He’d deny it to his dying breath but he loves gossip.  “That’s awesome!”

“We gotta get ‘em something!” Sam says, beaming.  “Is Bess registered anywhere?”

“The Sears and Roebucks,” you report.  “It looks like they’re doing the nursery with turtles.”

“So in short,” Dean says around a mouthful.

“Chew and swallow before you speak babe,” you remind him.  Scowling, Dean opens his mouth and shows you the contents.  You roll your eyes.  “Dude.  Four sisters.  You cannot gross me out.”

“Oh yeah?”  Sam grins at you.  “There was this one time--”

“Shut up Sam,” Dean orders.  “Anyway, looks like a slow day.  Baby could use an oil change.”

“I need to hit the post office,” Sam says.

“Another package from Eileen?” Dean teases.

Rolling his eyes, Sam says, “She managed to find a first edition of Dr. Antonioni’s Beastiarius.  We-- we don’t have a copy--”

“Uh-huh, suuuuure,” you tease, because Sam’s adorable when he gets flustered.  “Doing a little hands-on research?”

“Oh he wishes,” Dean chortles.

“Eat me, both of you.  Anything we need from the store?”

“A case of oil for Baby.  You know her brand.”

“Oh!  Could you swing by the repair place on Chicago, pick up my camera?” you ask.

“Sure.”  Sam gets up, takes the car keys from Dean’s outstretched hand, and heads out.

Four sisters also means you know a fast one.  You’re a little out of practice though; Sam’s at the garage when you figure it out.  “Samuel Winchester you son of a bitch!  Get back here!”

“Sorry, can’t hear you, back in a few!”  Baby’s engine dials fire and Sam’s gone.  Sticking you and Dean with the dishes.

Dean’s on his feet.  “Well I cooked--”

“Freeze,” you order.  “I wash, you dry.”

Later, you kneel next to your Road King, Eddie, replacing the spark plugs and inspecting the engine.  Sam and Dean are busy with Baby, passing tools back and forth with the ease of long practice.  It really is a pleasure to watch them work together, whatever the job is.

You look up at the sound of your name and a flash pops in your vision.  “Cheese!” Sam smiles, your old-fashioned Canon camera in his hand.

You throw a rag at him.  “Dick.”  Still, it’s the most you’ve seen Sam smile, like, ever.  Your dignity can take a few hits.

A wise decision, as it turns out.  By the time you’re done starting up Eddie and test-driving him around the block -- Dean and Sam pacing you in the Chevy just in case -- the three of you have filled a roll of film with general silliness.  You page through the pictures as you load the all-in-one with photo paper, smiling.  One of those days when you let yourself hope this will work out.  An offbeat little family, but still a family.  Mate, brother, friends, a calling.

With that in mind, you pick out a picture of you and Dean sitting together on Eddie, print extras, and enclose the copies with letters to your father and sisters:

PS:  I didn’t tell you earlier because I already had this letter written when it happened.  I met somebody.  We’ve been living together a few months now.  His name is Dean, he’s an Alpha, he’s in the same line of work I am, he drives me bugfuck crazy, and I think he might be it.  We’re taking it one day at a time for now, but I really think he might be it.  He’s also drop-dead gorgeous (see enclosed).

To the letters to your sisters, you add:

PPS:  Could you call dad and tell him to please read this one?  Dean’s important to me, and even if he doesn’t care dad should know about him.  Thanks.

---

Chapter 2

"Mom smokes."

"Mmm?"  You look up from where you're working through a book you got in an estate sale a while back, reading under your breath with your Russian-to-English dictionary open at your elbow.

"We were at the Cinneplex in St. Joe and Mom just lit up," Sam explains, as Dean tosses his jacket on the table.  "Right in the theater.  We almost got kicked out."

"Well yeah," you say, "why did you think your mom smelled like cigarettes?"

Sam hesitates.  "I . . . I thought that was just-- I thought that was her scent.  She smells like charcoal and leather to me."

"You're missing the point," Dean says.  "Mom.  Smokes."

"That shocks you?" you ask.  "Dude, everybody in our parents' generation smoked.  I remember when the reports on secondhand smoke hit the news.  That's when my dad finally quit.  He was borderline psychotic for months."

From the scowl that was not the correct thing to say.  "I'll be downstairs," Dean announces and marches out.

"Motherfucker," you mutter.  Another family outing ends with your Alpha looking like somebody fed him a piece of his own heart.

"Every time we turn around," Sam says quietly, "we get slapped in the face with how much Mom's missed."

You close your book.  Sam needs some talk.  "In her defense," you say, "when she passed portable phones came in briefcases and computers were still rocking DOS."

"No, I-- I get that," Sam says, pulling up a chair and flopping into it, all long arms and legs.  "And I get that she's grieving.  I get it.  I do.  I just . . ." he sighs.  "Dean practically regresses to baby talk every time Mom's around."

"Can you blame him?" you ask.  "From what he's told me, you guys didn't have much of a childhood."

"Yeah, but . . . Mom's not the Mom who's gonna kiss our booboos and make it all better.  I don't think Dean gets that."

"Should he?"  Sam looks at you in surprise.  "I mean, this might be my own issues talking--"

"What issues?" Sam asks, so you tell him.  About your dad going mental when you had your first heat, about spending almost five years as the pariah in your own home and being told to feel grateful because Mom insisted dad couldn't kick you out until you finished high school.  "Jesus," is all he has to say.

"Yeah.  So, yeah, not a fan of your mom treating you two like the red-headed stepchildren."  As if to punctuate the sentiment, you hear gunshots from the range downstairs-- Dean burning through a couple boxes of ammunition.  "I don't think it's unreasonable to ask for a little pride and love from your own fucking mother."

"It's not like we've done a whole lot to be proud of," Sam says, quiet.

"Don't say that.  Not where I can hear you.  Not ever," you tell him.  "What screw-ups you guys've done, you've paid for with interest.  And your mom's got no moral high ground to stand on when it comes to making bad decisions."

"She knows," Sam says.  "And that's the problem.  Her bad decision-- it made us."  He sighs out an unamused little chuckle.  "Literally.  It made us."

"Yeah, that's called parenting," you retort.  "And guess what?  Making peace with that is on her, not you.  I think that's the part Dean's not getting."

Sam's gaze goes inward a moment.  "Shit.  He would think of it that way."  Sam looks over at you, with those steel-hard bullshit-me-not eyes.  "You don't like her do you?  Mom?"

"I don't know her," you clarify.  "All's I know is two people I care about a lot are hurting because of her."  Dean's love is intense, a hungry, demanding thing.  One Mary clearly has no idea what to do with.  You wonder if that's the part of John that lives in Dean, because Mary's careful to the point of stinginess with her affection.  It's tearing Dean apart.

He's not the only one.  You meet Sam's eyes square.  "You know Dean doesn't have a monopoly on feeling bad because of the way she's treating you, right?  I know, you get it.  But getting it doesn't mean you, I don't know, give up your right to feel a certain kind of way."

"It sucks."  Sam admits.  He leans forward, elbows on knees, staring at nothing and looking considerably older than a man in his mid-thirties.  "It sucks bad.  I-- I mean,” he stutters, “I don’t remember Mom, I was too young.  But . . . I keep feeling, that we’re all dancing around some big secret.  She keeps talking, about what a great guy Dad was.  I don’t know that guy.  I keep . . . wanting to tell her, about the real Dad, but I don’t . . .”  He looks up at you.  “I don’t want to be the one who tells her how bad Dad broke.  Dean doesn't either."

You get up and lay a hand on his back.  Sam looks up at you, eyes wide and wondering as you pull him into a hug.  His arms go around you and hold you, gently.  You close your eyes.  Sam's a challenging person sometimes, but you've come to love him like kin.  He deserves better.  They both do.

"Two people you care about huh?" Sam asks.

"Don't get the wrong idea."

"I'm really not," he agrees.  "For what it's worth?  I think you and Dean are great together.  And-- and he deserves to have someone."

"So have you heard from Eileen lately?" you tease.  "Inviting her over for some Netflix and chill?"

"Mind your business," he says, smiling.

"Anywho," you say, changing the subject for the time being, "check this out."  You head back to the book you were working on.  "This is a memoir that dates from the time of Peter The Great.  This Russian Orthodox patriarch's saying he's studying scrolls of exorcism rites written in Canaanite.  If they still exist, they'd be the oldest exorcisms on record."

"I didn't think Canaanite had a written form," Sam says, taking the distraction and running with it.  Happy or sad, whole or broken, the work marches on.  Dean comes up from the range later with beers in one hand and a plate of sandwiches in the other.  Without a word, he kisses the top of your head and pulls up a chair.

---

Chapter 3

“I’m sorry, I just cannot get over this.”

You don’t look up.  “Be quiet, we’re learning here.  Don’t hold it so tight, Cas.  Delicate touch is called for here.”

Castiel frowns, a good deep frown even by his championship frowning standards.  As though he can get the needles in his hands and the yarn woven through his fingers to behave simply by the force of irritation.  Sam’s sitting backwards in one of the other library chairs, watching in fascination as you hold up your needles and demonstrate the basic knit stitch.

“That’s not how I’ve seen people do it,” Sam observes.

“English style,” you rearrange the yarn in your hands to demonstrate, “means constantly moving the working yarn back and forth as you switch between knit and purl.  Continental,” you tap Castiel’s hand, “is trickier to learn but it saves time when you graduate to more advanced projects.  Don’t work so close to the tips of the needles, you’ll drop stitches.”

“Why do you waste your time with this?” Cas asks as his work unravels before his eyes.

“Fibercraft is an art with a long and proud tradition,” you say, drawing yourself up a bit.  “It’s soothing.  It’s also a good way to build dexterity.”  You smile at Cas as he slides his needles out and frogs the two or three completed rows of garter stitch.  “And patience.”

“And is a great cover if your real hobby’s shopping,” Dean cuts in.

All the men turn to look at you.  Dammit, you can feel yourself blushing.  “Well if you’re gonna be a jerk about it,” you mutter.

“Wait-- how is it you know anything about knitting?” Sam demands.

“Major blizzard, cursed scarf, don’t piss off the fat lady at St. Vincent du Paul,” Dean outlines.

“Holy shit, I didn’t realize the Sweater Curse was literal,” you say.  “’Knit him a sweater and the relationship unravels,’” you clarify at Sam’s quizzical look.

“Where did you learn to do this?” Cas asks as he starts over, casting on with a long tail.

“Mom taught me.  I was stuck in bed with a bad case of strep throat in third grade.”  You smile a little.  “My great-uncle told me he learned to knit his own socks when he was with Patton’s army in Tunisia.  Supply lines were shit so everybody had to improvise.”

“As a rule supplies were not a problem,” Castiel says out of nowhere.  “In my garrison.”

“They wouldn’t be, would they?” you say, curious.  Cas doesn’t talk much about his . . . existence, you guess is the correct word, pre-Winchesters.  It’s easy to forget, the slightly rumpled man with the perpetual frown and the beautiful blue eyes is old, and has seen and known things far beyond the scope of human experience.  “What supplies does an angel unit even need?”

“Materially, none,” Cas answers.  “We existed primarily as energy.  We were . . . united in purpose.  Our own identities as individuals meant little.”  Something sad and a little bit angry crosses his face.  “Or so I thought.”

“Cas it’s okay,” Sam says gently.  “We’ve all been played at some time or another.”

Castiel sighs.  “To know my loyalty, my allegiance, was manipulated by those I trusted.  Those I . . . cared for.  Fought for.  It is, as you say, a bitter pill to swallow.”

You lay your hand on his.  “It’s not your fault Ishim lied to you Castiel.”

“No,” Cas says, “but that does not absolve me of responsibility for my actions.  Lily Sunder was right about that.  She's right to want revenge."

"Cas," Dean says.  "We've all done things we're . . . not proud of.  We make mistakes."

"Humans have the luxury of making mistakes," the angel Castiel says.  "Angels are expressions of perfection.  We're not . . . equipped for mistakes."

"Circumstances change," you say.  "Situations evolve.  You were operating on incomplete information and manipulated by people you trusted.  You have to cut yourself a certain amount of slack for that."

"Do you?" he asks.

That question brings you up short.  The barn outside Odessa.  Blood has a specific stink when it's been left to soak into wooden walls and floors.  You still wake up from nightmares with that stink in your nose.  "I try.  That's all we can do-- learn and do better next time."

"It's just . . ." Cas looks down at the mass of kinked up microfiber in his hands, "time isn't . . . yarn. There's no unraveling and starting over to make the pattern right."

Aware he’s not just talking about what happened with his former buddies, you squeeze his hand and let the subject drop.  “Okay, knit stitch.  Watch my hands.”

About a week later you come into the kitchen and find a scarf on the table.  Soft wool, dark blue, knit in a neat rib pattern.  You feel warm just looking at it.  The boys get scarves too.  Sam’s is extra-long and black, knit in acrylic because wool makes him itch.  Dean’s is in a rich dark green and makes his eyes shine like jade chips.  Mary gets one too, and before too long everybody in Castiel’s contact list has one.  Even Crowley, for crying out loud-- in a screaming scarlet red of course.

To save the bunker from being buried in scarves, you point Cas to hospital donation programs.  The rightness of a newborn getting wrapped in a blanket knit by an angel never fails to make you smile.

---

[supernaturalwatchonline]

Supernatural: A Journey into the World of Paranormal Hunting

Supernatural, the long-running TV series, has captivated audiences around the world with its amazingly exhilarating tales of two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, who dedicate their lives to hunting supernatural creatures. Spanning north of 15 seasons, the show takes watchers on a rollercoaster ride of paranormal adventures, showcasing a vast array of frightening creatures that prowl in the shadows.

The reason of Supernatural spins around the Winchesters' journey to proceed with their father's work of eliminating supernatural threats that represent a danger to blameless individuals. From savage phantoms and murderous vampires to clever genies, evil spirits, and werewolves, the brothers face an assortment of malevolent substances that a great many people are willfully ignorant of.

At its center, Supernatural isn't simply a show about supernatural creatures; it dives profound into the intricate relationship among Sam and Dean. Joined by a shared tragedy and an unbreakable bond, the brothers traverse the country in their famous black Chevy Impala, tackling cases that open them to the secret world of beasts and fantasies.

One of the show's assets lies in its ability to mix frightfulness, drama, and humor seamlessly. Each episode presents another supernatural threat, challenging the Winchester brothers physically, emotionally, and intellectually. As the seasons progress, the narrative expands to encompass intricate storylines, enormous contentions, and even a battle against the powers of heaven and damnation.

Supernatural has garnered a committed fan base, known as "The SPN Family," who have embraced the show's folklore and characters. The Winchester brothers, portrayed brilliantly by Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, have become cultural symbols, moving innumerable cosplays, fan fiction, and fan art.

The series also boasts a rich supporting cast, including Misha Collins as the enigmatic angel Castiel, and Mark Sheppard as the charismatic devil Crowley. These characters add profundity and intricacy to the Winchester brothers' world, often obscuring the lines among ally and adversary.

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Supernatural will be for all time associated with its exhilarating narrative arcs, memorable characters, and heartfelt minutes. Whether it was the brothers' unwavering security or their unwavering determination to save the world, the show has left an everlasting engraving on the hearts of its fans. As we bid farewell to the Winchester brothers, we can trust that their legacy will keep on moving new generations to investigate the secrets that lie past our everyday reality.

[boombambaby]

Fun fact, I’ve always loved ENG but I only got the idea to write for Kuzco last year around Halloween when I was challenged to cosplay him for a friends costume party.

Story time below the cut! (Be warned, it’s long for literally no reason. Excuse the trip down memory lame.)

Before that I had been writing for Castiel from Supernatural (talk about complete opposites in terms of character) and I was having a very tough time with him. Literally no one wanted to write with me, and everyone i reached out to turned me down thinking I only wanted to write a certain thing/ship, which was ridiculous. Plus I had a bad experience with another writer that nearly ruined it for me, so I was 🤏 that close to ending my roleplaying run from 2005 when I decided to give Kuzco a shot.

I thought the fandom would be jumping, from how many other Disney folk were out there (on other sites like RP.me, Twitter etc) but I was completely wrong. It was SUPER lonely, but I had muse and was determined to give this character the college try. I was still in the throes of getting used to a job that is VERY mentally taxing and challenging for a number of reasons, so Kuzco was a fantastic break from RL that I truly needed.

I started just writing. First on Twitter, where I met Micah (from The Emperor’s New Podcast), and then on RP.me where I made a couple friends— and I just posted goofy IC statuses and drabbles since I was still barely writing with anyone at the time. Joined a few groups on Discord, but it was mainly drabbles and determination that kept me going. Still VERY lonely.

I was getting somewhat discouraged again from lack of action in the fandom, before I made a tumblr. There were no fics, everyone had a lot of nostalgia from seeing my Kuzco around but didn’t know how to interact, and it was just very quiet. I had never roleplayer on tumblr before because I always thought it too confusing, and when I first made this account in an attempt to learn, roleplay for Disney or otherwise seemed totally DEAD here too. Then I had a few people kind of reject me here because I didn’t know what I was doing, and it started to get old, fast.

I was pretty close to quitting again and hanging up my writing robes for good— when someone asked me for advice on Twitter and said they were too shy to post headcanons.

I’ve always been a FIRM believer in roleplay being an escape from RL, and thinking that everyone should try it at least once and never be afraid to put themselves out there. Post your headcanons or ideas, post your fan art— enjoy the character, who cares if everyone likes your opinions or not?! If you want to write, WRITE! And I basically told them that, and that I’d love to read their headcanons for their characters someday!

This was a fan account that followed me, and I generally don’t interact with fan accounts toooo much, but I’m usually pretty nice in that I’ll give everyone a chance— including fans! Cause why not, right?

Little did I know that person would end up being my AWESOME Malina, who I write with here, and who is hands down one of the most impressive writers I’ve had the pleasure of interacting with in my whole roleplaying ‘career’. She’s a native Spanish speaker and had been learning English at the time for a DOCTORATE, and when I requested a Malina here (on a whim) she made the account for me to practice learning the language and to post the HCs she’s always had after the advice I gave her!

She’s probably the only reason I’m still here and writing at all, in such a dead fandom and has easily become one of my best roleplaying/online friends. Truly an amazing writer, and an awesome and highly inspirational person.

Between her love for Malina, the few writers who gave me a chance here and kept me going, and the other accounts that post about the show/movie so often like theemperorsnewfanblog, wekissedandyousaidwow, kuzcoskingdom, Micah from The Emperor’s New Podcast, the couple of writers on Ao3— and the fans and friends I’ve met along the way— this fandom feels like a close knit community of like minded folks, and I’m honestly just so happy to have all of us here and posting ideas/headcanons/ fanart, drabbles ANYTHING, regardless of how many posts there actually are.

Thank you all SO much for helping to keep this fandom alive.

I’d love to see more ENG/ENS writers, especially characters from the show like Guaka, Yatta, Ramon, etc. But I adore each and every one of the people currently helping to keep the fandom alive and I’m thrilled to be here and writing for a character I’ve always loved so much with so many new Disney muses despite all odds.

And thank you to all of the roleplay accounts here who have given me a chance, and taught me the ins and outs of Tumblr RP and made writing here so much fun. Let’s keep lifting each other up and writing these amazing characters we’ve all grown up with so much love for.

Steps off the over emotional for no reason soap box. Ahem.

wish there were way more fans of the emperor's new school, on this site but also in general. Where r the fanfictions, the character analyses, the YouTube review videos, the ship wars, the cosplayers the crossovers etc. Outside of like 5 people on this site there is nothing. Join our fandom y'all I'm begging it's lonely out here 😭😭

[zuzajs14]

I have a Christmas fic idea. Just hear me out real quick.

Donna and Jody decode to throw like a big family Christmas party. And the girls help them prepare everything. But while Donna hangs the mistletoe Claire gets a little bit defensive about getting a smooch. There is some chatter about it. Ratta tatta and stuff, Claire not being a big fan of displaying affection.

Buuuut. As Jody joins the conversation, she kinda pushes the idea or rather forms a joke about displaying mistletoe everywhere, so everybody would catch Claire at some point. And oh Claire decides it is on. Like some kind of game. She helps hang it, she memories the clean paths. She wants to be the only one standing proud, no smooches on her account. But she wants everybody else to be miserable because of the game.

So. The Winchesters come at the point when everything is already decorated. Jody welcomes them with mistletoe smooches at the entrance. Sam actually likes it. Dean is taken by surprise. Of course he will get a tad defensive. They all settle inside. Dona explains the idea of the "game" to them. To be honest most of them just want to get Claire and smooch her so she won't win her own ridiculous battle.

Jack appears out of nowhere. Claire gets into argument that he should have come through main door (the mistletoe ther is supposed to guarantee her that nobody else in the house has 0 kisses on their account as she does). Jack doesn't understand. But he likes the idea of game granting him kisses.

At some point Dean ends up under the mistletoe with Jack. After Claire putting her foot down about "no exceptions", Dean gives Jack the cutest smooch on the forehead.

"Don't get used to it, kid!"

Jack obviously tries to get more fatherly kisses after that. Because look, Sam grants them without reason, so it's not the same.

"I prefer my eggnog game" declares Dean at some point.

"How do you play it?" Naively asks Jack.

"You drink it."

Yeah, nobody is amused by that, Dean.

Buuuut. As they get more cosy, start chatting and singing, the doorbell goes of. And Claire gets the door. Of course she stays clear of the mistletoe, just pushing it with her hand.

And then there is Cas on the other side. Very confused as everybody yells from inside that Claire cheated. But hey, Cas doesn't care. What he does is kiss Claire's hand, explaining that there is a mistletoe above them. (He did his research about normal human behaviour at the festive season cause Dean is like a hyper excited kid about it and Cas wants to indulge him)

There are wining cheers, as Claire gets flustered and invites Castiel in. The competitive spirit of the game quiets down after that. Instead Claire decides to bug Castiel, trying to get him wear fluffy wings and a plastic halo.

"Our own tree topper."

Yeah, she got fond of him, alright.

Jack gets free forehead kisses from Cas. Because he still plays the game and nobody pays attention to the fact that there not always is a mistletoe around when the kid says so.

But then another game starts. As Claire teams up with Jack to get the best possible Christmas kiss for Dean and Cas. And you know what? They succeed.

And they are all happy. And there are lights, warm food, long hugs, ugly sweaters, reindeer headbands and not so spiced eggnog.

[destielfanfic]

Destiel Fic Starter Pack

Never watched Supernatural but wondering what all the hype is about? Then this is the post for you. If you have been on tumblr for some time or just from November 5, 2020, you may have seen a gif set or two or a hundred with destiel aka Dean and Castiel from Supernatural. @fandom​ even made a Destiel Is Canon post with short overview of basic facts! Are you interested but have no idea where to start? We know, we know. Life is hectic, 2020 is taxing and Supernatural has too many episodes to watch. 15 seasons and 327 episodes to be precise but who’s counting? Say no more, we got your back, fam!  You don’t need to have ever watched SPN to enjoy the fics on this rec post.

For fans who have never watched SPN, some basic facts - 1x01 starts with Dean Winchester (26 yo) professional monster hunter, picking up his brother Sam (22 yo), student at Stanford, and going on a one off monster hunt. For the next 3 seasons they travel around the country in their black Impala 67 hunting monsters, saving people. Castiel, Angel of the Lord and the multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent, arrives in 4x01.The rest is shipping history. Check this 36 min YT video, The Story of Dean and Castiel  by deansbansee with all the best destiel scenes from S4-15. And now, fics!

All title links go to our fully tagged reviews.

1. If you want to read fics that are set in Supernatural universe but are not canon specific, your best bet is pre season 4 (our tag) and solo hunter Dean (our tag) fics where young Dean meets Castiel differently from the show, and fics that are very loosely tied to a specific season. And, if you’ll decide to watch the show later, you still won’t be spoiled!

A Distant Mirror by zatnikatel [NC-17, 14,700 word count, time travel, humor, smut, posted 2013]

Ad Astra - latin; “to the stars” by nhixxie [T, 17,400 word count, Castiel is a Star, posted 2013]

Broadway Musical by Griftings [M, 12,400 word count, humor, Heavenly Host, posted 2014]

Carnival Oasis series by violue [NC-17, 47,000 word count, 10 works, creature!cas, posted 2016-20]

Convenient Husbands by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 39,000 word count, garuda!cas, hurt comfort, posted 2012]

Do What Feels Good by catchclaw & cymbalism [NC-17, 12,500 word count, smut smut smut, posted 2014]

Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar by balder12 [NC-17, 8,400 word count, true form!cas, posted 2012]

Good One’s Gonna Be by remmyme [NC-17, 37,000 word count, professor Cas, posted 2017]

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata [NC-17, 58,000 word count, FBI agent Cas, posted 2012]

Professional Couple Only by saltyfeathers [M, 37,000 word count, pretend boyfriends on a case, posted 2015]

The Request by cloudyjenn [T, 36,000 word count, wing!fic, posted 2012]

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircase [M, 47,000 word count, student Cas, posted 2016]

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon [NC-17, 8,600 word count, fluff, posted 2014]

2. If you don’t want to bother with Supernatural canon at all, then you are still in for a treat. With 92,500 fics (December 12, 2020) and counting, destiel is currently the biggest ship on AO3. Destiel fics cover a lot of popular tropes and kinks but some are more popular than others among destiel fans. Angst, miscommunication, exploration of Dean’s low self esteem, Cas’s rusty people skills and general otherness are a staple of AU fics. But also exploration of one’s sexuality - internalized homophobia, coming out, bisexuality and asexuality are common themes.

All the Way by cadignan [NC-17, 81,000 word count, college AU, posted 2013]

Cinderwings by bendingsignpost [M, 182,000 word count, wing!fic, masquerade ball, posted 2017]

Kiss the Baker by ltleflrt [NC-17, 111,000 word count, rom com, posted 2015]

Not Part of the Plan by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 338,000 word count, 8 works, arranged marriage, posted 2013-18]

Oh What A Beautiful City by moosefeels [M, 27,200, a/b/o, omega Cas, arranged marriage, posted  2014]

Passing Ships by quiettewandering [M, 78,000 word count, not traditional soulmate AU, posted 2017]

Peace and Good Luck To All Men by kismetjeska [T, 32,400 word count, humor, Xmas fic, posted 2013]

The Return Policy by castielrisingabove [M, 32,500 word count, incubus!dean, ace witch!cas, posted 2018]

The Sawdust Men by linoresearch [NC-17, 123,000 word count, dystopian angst, posted 2014]

Scars by lemonsorbae [NC-17, 148,000 word count, young adults - punk!dean, nerd!cas, posted 2018]

Three Funerals and a Wedding by engaldnwouldfall [M, 25,300 word count, friends to lovers, LARPing, posted 2016]

True as It Can Be by whelvenwings [NC-17, 72,000 word count, modern retelling of Beauty and the Beast, posted 2016]

Unsolicited verse by dangerousnotbroken [NC-17, 68,700 word count, 5 works, posted 2016-18, smut smut smut]

Unwritten by porcupinegirl [NC-17, 75,800 word count, a/b/o, alpha/alpha pairing, posted 2015]

3. Lastly, for all fans who watched SPN finale and were left with a raging wtf was that? feeling, here’s 4 fics where Dean and Cas did a better job at restoring Heaven and 2 fics where living with disability was not the end of the world.

The Dance of Inanna by peppermintwind [NC-17, 106,000 word count, humor and adventures, posted 2012]

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by amarillogrande [M, 22,200 word count, Dean arrives in Heaven and meets his loved ones, posted  2014]

Holy!Dean Verse by bunnycaccool [NC-17, 120,300 word count, 5 works, very Dean centric, posted 2011-15]

These Are Not Real Problems by Annie D (scaramouche) [NC-17, 30,500 word count, post godstiel Cas arrives in Heaven, posted 2011]

The Breath Of All Things by kismetjeska [T, 65,400 word count, Dean in a wheelchair, posted 2013]

Kingdom Come by cheesewithmy [M/NC-17, 97,700 word count, Dean has a prosthetic arm, posted 2014]

4. Other fun things to check out. Destielfanfic has been a part of destiel community since 2012, and while we used to be much more active (see this post), we are still kicking around. Please visit our Tags Page and explore all the goodies there. We even have separate tags for every season so you can avoid spoilers when necessary. Some useful links:

Tags Page 

ask about iconic destiel fics for folks who just joined fandom

thematic fic rec lists with art (college, creatures, a/b/o, Hogwarts, Christmas - you name it, we have it)

check out our Pride posts for more fics that explore sexuality  - Pride 2017, Pride 2018, Pride 2019 and Pride 2020.

Still can’t decide which destiel fic to read? Try this brand new random fic generator created by @deanwinchestergender​  (not affiliated with DFF) or try Random button on our blog - top right corner and the sidebar (see this post )

also, check out the latest destiel fanart at our sister blog  @destielfanworks​ - Cas with rainbow wings can be found on #cas with wings tag and fanart that was created after 15x18 can be found on #destiel 2020 and #theysilencedyou tags, we also have a general #season 15 tag.

and here’s another destiel fic rec list for new fans by a destiel fic writer and a long time contributor to our blog, our friend  @no-gorms​ aka Annie D (scaramouche)

And last but not least. Thank you, Elena, @purgatory-jar​, for letting us to use your beautiful art! Link to the original art post. 

If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos!  Please support artists by Liking and Reblogging their art posts! And if you found our recs useful, let us know by Liking and/or Reblogging our posts!

To our new followers - our anon is switched off for good but we are happy to answer your fic related asks privately. Don’t be shy and tell us which destiel fic made you into a shipper. We may even make a rec post if we get enough fic suggestions!

[mixtapebookclub]

Episode 33, Possession AUs, is now available! Join @malmuses, @ellen-of-oz, and guest author cheerful_shinigami to chat about a very specific SPN trope: angel possession. This week we're discussing fics where Dean is (consensually) possessed by Castiel for one reason or another.

Direct website link to the episode.

The main fics we discuss in this episode are:

Contingency by cheerful_shinigami

terror & desire intertwined by rupertgayes

the home we make together by @vaudelin

Plus, as always, more!

You can listen to the Mixtape Book Club podcast on our website, http://mixtapebookclub.com, or on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Stitcher, Podbean, and most other popular podcasting apps.

Enjoy!

Do you love Supernatural? Are you a fan of Dean and Castiel, and their relationship? Do you enjoy reading Destiel fanfiction? This is the podcast for you!

You can find our Mixtape Book Club Ao3 collection here, containing the stories we’ve discussed on the podcast so far.

A warning: adult themes and swear words are mentioned in this podcast.

MBC is a positive fandom space. You will not find negative reviews, fandom trashing, or negativity beyond some good-natured mocking of the show itself here; we only feature fic that we like. Please keep that in mind when reaching out to us or interacting in our social media spaces.

[fandomele]

Want me to write an essay about entitled fans of fanon couples and how annoyed I am? Here I am. I don’t expect anyone to actually read it all or even respond, I just want to vent. I’ll use “mlw” for any ship that involves a man and a woman to avoid having to specify all possible orientations, wlw for two women and mlm for two men. And just to be clear, before anyone replies that there isn’t enough lgbt-ness in shows and it must be fought for, I agree. But this is not about them, it’s about entitled fans of all fanon ships who are now following a specific script to get what they want, harassing and hiding behind social justice issues.

The only reason I especially mention shippers who are into 2 famous fanon wlw couples (supercorp and swanqueen) is that it’s the same group of shippers moving from one big show to another, picking over and over the same type of female character to pair with the female hero, and projecting. But this behavior happens with mlw ships as well and mlm ships and it’s not about representation at all. We all know shippers who wanted the guy to get the girl even if she canonically dislikes him, and that meant wanting the good guy she actually loves dead, making up horrible accusations against the canon partner and the writers because the other guy should win. Or those shows were two men are shipped together and therefore the fans call for all the women in their lives to be gone, they are evil, they are badly written, whatever. I heard a mess happened in Star Wars, people shipping a mlw couple and getting the movie to change, and I have been told 99,99% of Supernatural female characters had to die because the fans hated anyone who took attention away from Dean/Sam and Dean/Castiel, but I don’t know if it’s true and I don’t know enough about those fandoms to speak about it, so I’ll only talk about what I’ve been a part of. I can’t anti-tag properly or it will appear in their ship tag. Again, I’m not talking about fans advocating for more representation in general, I’m talking about fans who are harassing real people because they want the couple they chose to be canon or to be treated as such no matter what the writers clearly mean to convey and how the show has been written up until then, or even if the show is already very pro-lgbt with non cis and non straight characters in the main cast since it’s all irrelevant to them, because what these fans really want is control over other people and their stories, and to make their fave couple (genders are irrelevant), the couple where they are obviously projecting their feelings and themselves, become canon, and they are using real life issues as a tool to get it because how can ‘silence’ someone fighting against sexism/racism/homophobia etc (and obviously it’s not what’s happening. I’m not talking about people who are right and denuncing racism, for example), because they know that mixing what they want with what is politically correct, even if it’s not true, will give them a platform, an audience of innocent people trying to find out what’s happening there, and may force a show in a different direction. Forget the fact that people who actually fight for social issues will lose credibility and the chance to make a change, the important thing is that they get what they want, how they want it, and because they want it.

If their ship is not made canon everybody will have to pay - and regardless of canon-ness these ships must be always be discussed by writers and cast as ‘equally important to the canon ships’, and these ‘fans’ are blatantly feeling good and cool about being able to harass the cast and other people because they are teaching them a lesson. I mean literally gloating about it in their posts.

And it’s scary that new, young, shippers are join fandoms and to groups where they can start feeling a sense of belonging, and these groups directly and indirectly teach them to be as extreme and rigid as possible in their beliefs, and they lead each member, step by step, into finding these behaviors normal, acceptable, and in fact also lead them to mix their own identity and beliefs with the group’s beliefs. These groups of ‘bad apple’s trajectory is towards becoming more and more extreme because each new person who joins in takes one more step away from what’s acceptable, because they feel that everything that has happened before their arrival is justified and righteous and to them the next step is very small, even if it’s a giant distance from where fandoms were at before.

*note: brief mention of rape/abuse because I mention non-canon accusations that happened in the ouat fandom + the fact that it did happen in the canon show. I mention other issues that are used against/to defend ships as well without getting descriptive, and a mention of suicidal thoughts brought up by antis once.

Honestly I feel like shippers who act entitled on social media became this way because, among other reasons, the writers and casts of tvshows were overly nice to them and not allowed to say ‘enough, I’ll block you if you insult me’ or even a simple ‘we are only celebrating canon couples, fanon combinations are infinite and we can’t address them all, so we won’t be talking about those’. Instead they had to be as nice as possible, whether it was because they didn’t want to alienate fans and lose money or because they genuinely cared doesn’t matter in this context. More often than not it’s just because they are being taught that if they don’t say yes they’ll be ‘cancelled’ by fans who are using real life issues and criminalizing actors, and they also know that nobody will dare backing them up to avoid getting in trouble with the network, or with whoever is telling them that the customer/fan is always right. You can’t tell a customer to go the hell if you are working at Starbucks and even less so in public, like on twitter, because good luck getting hired if you treat fans like ‘crap’. Doesn’t matter that they deserve it, people in charge want money and the money comes from all people watching the show, nobody should be pushed away by an actor who is trying to protect their mental health by standing up to bullies, the actor has to smile and wish them a nice day like a Starbucks cashier and allow more abuse, so that the customer will return. There are some exceptions, some people are allowed to respond, just like some cashiers can, but it’s not the norm. The norm is now writers walking on eggshells because how dare them say their story is their damn story. It’s actors not allowed to have an opinion or to explain what they are trying to portray because they will ruffle feathers. So this teaches these fans to keep going, and the more these fans gain approval the more the writers and cast bend. I remember Jennifer Morrison during ouat retweeting a fan who made, if I’m not wrong, tea-bags which were dedicated to the canon couple she was part of, and she, as a real person, was accused of supporting rape culture because antis had decided that her character’s canon boyfriend was a rapist, even if it wasn’t shown on screen (but he made references to sex! and is a pirate! so he had to be!) and therefore JMo showing that she liked her canon ship meant that she was pro-rape, not exactly a light accusation. Then they proceded to harass her so she’d say how much she liked the tea dedicated to their fanon couple - (involving a female canon rapist just to add irony). And to be clear given the nature of her job Jen wasn’t allowed to say she didn’t like that ship, because that would hurt their feelings, wasn’t allowed to say it’s a fanon ship and that she wanted to discuss canon things, wasn’t even allowed to ignore it, she’d be attacked even more than she already was. Hell, she was accused of homophobia (and of gay panic by people who clearly don’t know what that means) because she didn’t pose for photos with the other actress they shipped her with often enough (they shipped her character Emma with Regina, who was played by Lana Parilla, and shipped her with Lana), nor did enough offscreen things with her. It was clear that Jen and Lana weren’t close in real life and that the fans made it worse - but why would it matter how they feel as people, right? They had to dance like moneys for the fans. If Jen didn’t sit close to Lana it had to be because she hated that the fans would ship them or their fanon couple, not because as a human she has preferences. (Btw, if people are being weird about you and your coworker, it’s totally fine to feel uncomfortable and step away).

Sounds familiar, if you are from the Supergirl fandom? It’s the same people, yeah. The ones I mentioned at the beginning of this post. That’s why I said that it’s not ‘lgbt fans’ it’s literally the same people over and over, they just happen to project on wlw couples. But there are other fans like this as well and they have their own mlm and mlw couples to harass people for.   The Supergirl cast was literally harassed by fans who wanted Kara and Lena together. Eventually during a group interview they sang about how Kara and Lena were just friends and had a laugh, which btw is a great way to fight bullies, to let them know their words can’t hurt them and they will be laughed off, and, as far as I know, to this day people who don’t know the behind the scenes will only hear that the cast of Supergirl mocked a lesbian fanon couple and its lgbt fans, cruelly, laughing at them for daring to ship two women. Homophobic monsters. All except the actress who plays Lena who was visibly upset (in the story of course, in reality she laughed too). Several public apologies had to be made to make up for this evil act. They weren’t allowed to explain or defend themselves after (because of the new rule that if someone is hurt by your behavior, explaining yourself means you aren’t apologing and you are abusive). They had to take in more abuse and shut up. Real life consequences that started from abusive tweets going unpunished and made them risk reputation and jobs, as well as led to actually lgbt people who may have looked up to them being told what ‘they had done’ and be hurt by this. Context didn’t matter, even if it’s al that actually matters because it completely changes what you saw. People genuinely believed/believe the cast was that horrible and that was cruel out of nowhere, more people have joined the fandom and bought into it, confirming their own bias whenever they watched the show and saw only what they wanted to see.

So these fans got to demand attention and to have the writers change the show for the loudest fanon ships, and to insult anyone who doesn’t feel like doing so. Not only unpunished for this but sorta rewarded for it. Sure, some shows didn’t cave and didn’t make their ships canon, but the cast had to learn how to be submissive or accept online abusive behavior. OR leave social media in a world where you need it to work, like many were forced to do. And these fans got told over and over that their feelings were ‘valid’, their ships amazing, and got even angrier because if that’s the case why not make it canon? Or got told ‘not going to happen’ and started spreading the notion that there was queerbaiting and the show should be boicotted.   This is becoming a common way to react to all shows/movies with sequels, these shows are an example and in a way the place where it started and grew, but now it’s everywhere.

And I want to take the writers and say: just make a ship canon because you want to or tell them it’s not going to happen and stand by it, no more of that ‘equally valid, equally important, have to entertain all shippers’ crap. A fanon ship is not going to be equal to canon ones, it shouldn’t get equally talked about nor be included in every sentence about ships, and there is nothing to apologize for about that. It only exists in these small online places, you go talk to casual viewers and they won’t know of it, it’s not the same. And while we should all have more representation we don’t get to chose which characters get together, we don’t get to write the story. Shippers should learn to handle the truth if they haven’t yet, learn how to handle disappointment, like get a ‘you can ship who you want, it’s amazing you are so invested in our show! However x and y are the canon ship and we don’t plan on making the other one canon, I’m writing x and y together’ and leave it at that. And it should be more than possible to just say ‘this is not what I’m writing, I’m sorry’ if fans insist they are being baited because two characters look at each other. “You ship isn’t canon, it will never be canon, they told you this! So no, shippers of that fanon couple don’t matter now, they are talking about canon and your fanon ship shouldn’t be up there with the others’ “Telling me that I don’t matter because I demand to have my fanon ship constantly brought up is triggering me and making me suicidal, everybody matters all the time!’ is a take I actually read and people apologized for how ‘harsh’ they were being. The concept there was that you can never tell a person they don’t matter in a specific context, they have to matter, in all contexts. You don’t know how much of their identity and will to live a person has attached to a ship or a fandom, and you don’t get to say those words because they may be too fragile to take it (forget the fragility of those bullied every day by these people who can’t take consequences or the truth). Except that there are plenty situations in life in which you won’t matter, and that doesn’t mean that you don’t matter as a person in general. Your neighbor won’t have to think about your feelings on divorce before getting one, you don’t matter there. You still matter as a human being, in general, your life still has meaning, but you won’t and shouldn’t always be acknowledged in every situation that exists around you. And if you can’t understand this concept, if you think your opinion has to matter in all contexts and you have to be given some kind of shake of hand over it or your entire life won’t matter, because you must be important in every context ever, you shouldn’t be engaging in fandoms, you should be getting medical help asap, not making your ability to exist more fragile because it’s dependent on strangers validating you over a ship. You are putting your entire existence in the hands of a fandom, and that’s not only unhealthy but impossible to end well. Go to therapy and if you can’t afford that yet then don’t become a part of groups that require you to tie your identity to them.  

Your feelings matter in the sense that you can ship what you want, not that you have the right to demand a response or approval from other actual human beings. My feeling that Jemma and Fitz from AoS (super beloved couple by fans and writers) are terrible for each other means a lot to me, I’ve been super invested for years in that show, wrote essays on why I don’t like this couple (and tagged them properly to respect the shippers), but you know what? This means nothing to the writers and that’s okay. I’m not important to them, I should not expect to have my feelings catered to with tweets that mention fanon couples I like and that ‘acknowledge’ flaws I see. I didn’t harass anyone on twitter, and I certainly don’t think that if I had shipped Jemma with someone else I should have been mentioned in canon-related tweets because ‘every ship is valid’! I didn’t expect fanon couples like Will and Alice or Flynn and Lucy (OUATIW and Timeless) to be mentioned everywhere just because some people loved them and therefore we had to be catered to: I shipped it but I sure as hell didn’t expect to make it real or to change the entire creative process of the people behind the show because I was screaming about it. I don’t expect people to pat my head and tell me what a lovely ship it is and discuss it every time is brought up on twitter. But the majority of writers/casts is trying to be submissive now so they don’t get in trouble and you can literally see posts of fanon shippers laughing about how they are in the right and they will be able to break them. And personally I think these shippers deserve actual real life consequences. No attention to your ship, which wasn’t real anyway, less screentime for it, more direct responses with ‘nope not gonna happen’ and ‘I made it, they are not real people, you can read in that scene what you want but know that’s not what I’m making it and therefore it’s not real’. No actors trying to make these people feel better. They don’t need to apologize for ships not happening or for not shipping them or for wanting to talk about their actual work. People will survive even if the writers don’t tell them just how important and incredible their fanon ship is, even more so because you are not teaching them that this is a correct way to interact with the world and they’ll learn not to expect anything. They have to learn that they may not get what they want even if they ask nicely, and that regardless of that they cannot harass people. They also have to learn that crying wolf by using very real dramatic issues like homophobia and misoginy should have consequences, I’ll say it again: if you publicly accuse me of being pro-rape because I like something made for a fiction couple I get to take you to court.

Also the bullshit of ‘oh my god those mean adult men in the cast are ganging up against a teenager’ said about adult men responding without sugarcoating (but also without insulting) to the hundreth ‘teenager’ who is insulting them, part of a group of people who insults them daily. Teenagers learn how to be adults also by learning consequences to their actions and that they don’t get to say everything they want the way they want, shouldn’t we reinforce this? Or should we let bullies free to online-harass adults every hour of every day? In the end Supergirl the cast by the end was so blatantly pissed to the point that some of them started snapping again, possibly because a guest star kickstarted it (sometimes you need one person to speak up and then others can), and those shippers didn’t get their ship to be made canon, thankfully, because it was way too unreal, but they still got treated better than they deserved. They learned that they can get something if they behave like that, and have the hope that doing worse will get them more.

And I honestly want to go back to writers and cast interacting less with us, to less twitter, less socials, because even if it sucks to lose that privilege it’s better than to let it become a tool in the hands of abusive people. If people can’t, as a group, learn how to use something responsibly, and the people giving it to them are not allowed to react properly, then that something has to be taken away from them. It’s ruining shows, literally, because usually these people have misread, willingly or by accident, everything from story to characters, and to cater to them means that whatever you were doing following your instincts and making a linear story will get messed up, the story will get out of track, the characters will be weird.

I just wish that the networks and all people involved realized just how very few these people are, how their behavior pushes away actual viewers, how it’s not necessarity to take it with a smile so they don’t lose money, and instead all agreed that there can be consequences to their actions. Fans make threats or claim that someone is -racist/homophobic/sexist/pro rape-  without proof? they get sued for threats/diffamation. Fans gets graphic about their sex fantasies involving two coworkers? They get sued for sexual harassment. Fans bully? they get shut down. They are told the truth. I’d respect and watch a show more if that was an option.

[fictionsbypandorakiin]

How has teasing but never following through on Dean and Castiel’s sexuality affected the fandom?

Ran across this tweet a little while ago and for some reason... ;) decided to write a short essay length response. I thought I'd share it here...

Q: How has teasing but never following through on Dean and Castiel’s sexuality affected the fandom?

A: This answer is going to take a bit to go through. These are just some anecdotal observations after having been lurking in the fandom for a year while writing a CasDean magnum opus.

The overall answer: overwhelmingly negatively.

The production company, showrunners, some cast, and crew have been gaslighting over the subject of Dean and Castiel’s dynamic for years. Gaslighting is an interpersonal dynamic most of us would never tolerate in a person-to-person relationship. Nevertheless, practically speaking, we have all “stayed” in our relationships with the show and its characters.

Anyone who has been through abuse of that nature knows how damaging and dangerous having someone mess with perceptions is—telling you you’re not seeing what you are.

Another side to gaslighting is spin. Jensen was recently guilty of this. It had to do with a comment about Cas being romantically in love with Dean but not sexually—he described Cas’ love as “a higher, heavenly love”. Whatever the f*ck that means. Cas’ character arc was ABOUT going from being incapable of emotion to being capable of the full spectrum. It was about learning to love someone in EVERY WAY POSSIBLE. So, framing his ultimate confession as nothing more than romantic devalues Cas’ entire human experience. It leaves it incomplete.

Imagine how that would impact someone in real life. It would, at the very least, feel awful.

The ambiguity and unwillingness to commit to defining the sexuality of these characters has fueled a possibly endless, toxic debate over the nature of what happened. Suppose there was no question about if the answer to “is Castiel romantically and sexually attracted to Dean?” was a definite YES. If it were, we could spare one another an incredible amount of toxicity. Even I am not innocent in this.

We could have gone back to writing our fics and creating our fanart, offering it to others in the frame of mind: “I understand what happened in canon, but I like this alternative better. If you do too, please join me in appreciating this art or story.” We could’ve stuck to our “Don’t like? Don’t read” and “Live and let live” approaches. Instead, those of us who see Cas and Dean’s relationship for what it frankly was, know there’s something at stake that needs defending when it would not have otherwise.

Then there’s Dean’s side of things. I clearly remember a con clip of Jensen saying he wasn’t comfortable with (or didn’t want?) labeling of Dean’s sexuality. This is a valid perspective from the human being playing the character and should be respected. That means if he says Dean could not have responded in the affirmative at that moment, that assertion needs to be accepted.

MANY out there assert that the labeling they choose is important. Being described the way they prefer feels good, feels right. That is as true for them as being against labeling is for someone who does not want labels. Describing Cas and Dean as bi or gay when characters themselves (Cas, outright, in canon) and Jensen IRL, have declined to be labeled is a violation of the respect those same people vying for representation are demanding.

Fans, myself included, are still attacked over this. Labeling these characters commits the trespass against others that many assert they don’t want to receive themselves. This is toxic, abusive privilege at its zenith, expecting your rights to be respected while not respecting those of others. This is wrong.

Dean had a long way to go in his character/emotional development before he could have been any sort of decent partner to Cas. So, being unable to reply in the moment should stand as valid.

If we had finite answers, Jared would have had no grounds for some of his most unhelpful public comments on the matter. He could have been spared the ire of many people, and his show might have wound up in a better position in terms of public opinion and interest. It also would have meant no fuel existing for the ensuing inter-fandom toxicity.

I understand that these men have PR handlers. They have to present a company line. There are lawyers and punitive financial agreements in place.

I still contend that Misha’s homosexual description of Cas’ confession and the Misha-and-Alex panel where Alex refers to Misha’s “beautiful, throbbing intentions” concerning how he played Cas’ confession the day of filming has been my favorite moment in fandom so far. Watching someone prioritize the truth over professional and business obligations was incredibly uplifting. It was fantastic to see. It was a “faith in humanity restored” moment. I admire them both for it.

Let’s not forget Misha’s “Love is Love in any language”. Preach, angel. Preach.

Then there is the nature of Cas and Dean’s respective demises. Cas came out to the man he loved and was immediately “killed” DIRECTLY because of it. Dean, a character who has persevered for what little scraps of happiness he has in his life, if any (other than his brother), dies mundanely, still selflessly trying to clean up his abusive father’s unfinished business down to his very last breath.

That is a HORRIFIC, traumatizing message to send to bisexual and gay men. The highest rates of suicide within the LGBTQIA+ (or The Alphabet Soup Troupe, as I’ve rather lovingly come to call y’all) community lies with bisexual men (if my memory is serving me here). It is damned near unconscionable to present that to us as something to be proud of; as something the audience is expected to appreciate.

What could have been one of, if not THE single greatest love story of all time, wound up as material worthy of nothing more than that dumpster fire finale.

I have run across, somewhere in my inquisitions, the idea that the bisexual people on this planet OUTNUMBER the straight, and not by a small margin. This whole thing sends them the message: you have to keep that under your surface. It’s not welcome out in the world. If you do dare to dream of that happily ever after, THIS is the only ending you’re worthy of. The only one you’re ever gonna get. I, personally, DO NOT hold to that. GIVE YOURSELVES PERMISSION TO DREAM. Where would humanity be today if incredible minds throughout history never permitted themselves to dream? Nowhere NEAR where we are today.

There may be one upside here: this has opened the doors for much-needed discussion. It has created opportunities for people to expand their horizons and knowledge of themselves and others that would not have existed otherwise. I only discovered this ship and this show ONE YEAR ago. Its effect on me has been :wink: PROFOUND. That is an incomparably good thing, the silver lining of a very, very dark cloud.

I can only hope that anyone else who decides to go this route with queer characters remembers that Supernatural may go down in television history as possibly the single most significant missed opportunity of all time.

[nekoshi13]

Ooooooh this just touched some nice (mind boggling) thoughts I have been having on the multiverse on Supernatural

So for starters, with s13 and forward, we get to see that the multiverse is made of Chuck's different drafts/self-fan-fictions and have probably been taken from a common root, this based on Lucifer having gone bad in them and s11 establishing that Lucifer only went that far because of the Mark of the Darkness (mark of Cain but like, Lucifer had it first so it had to have a previous name, okay?) and the Darkness being a unique being, like God himself, they don't have multiple versions, they only exist once. Let's not get into what could have happened to the Mark of Cain in the other universes once it disappears in the main one.

With that said, you'd think I'd be supporting the idea of Zachariah using a genuine alternate universe but you'd be wrong and here's why

- Not even archangels knew about other universes. In s13 neither Gabriel or Lucifer knew about other universes before the Winchesters brought it up, neither did AU!Michael, so it would stand to reason that maybe, Michael and Raphael wouldn't either, that makes it impossible for Zachariah to know, much less tap into, another realities

- In s15 Chuck makes a comment to Castiel about how, in all the other stories, all the other Castiels, followed orders after pulling Dean out of heaven, our main timeline Cas is the only one to defect heaven and join the boys. This would clash directly with the existence of the Endverse universe since in that one we see Cas as a fallen angel. Now, of course Chuck could have been lying but why? Saying that out of all his variants this Cas specifically was strong enough to break out of his control like no one else could only gives more power to Cas, that's not what Chuck was intending, he wanted more power to himself.

Now, I will say I'm not completely sure that this was just a fabrication either.

At some point we learn that Gabriel's abilities are not something that all archangels know, no, Lucifer taught him, so it's basically just the two of them who do stuff like appearing like different people and creating pocket dimensions. Likely all 4 of them have the ability, just not the creativity to try. We never see either Michael or AU!Michael do anything similar, which doesn't say much for how little he appears but that's what we have to go by.

I lean more towards a possible future.

We've heard Cas and I think Michael say we can't change the past but we never get told that there's only one future. In fact I think Zachariah is the only one to ever send someone to the future, all the other times we travel in time we get sent to the past which they inherently can't change because it would kickstart some paradox, probably, they're never successful in their attempts so we don't know what would happen.

Point is: we never get rules about time travel to the future.

So maybe the future is a sort of Schrodinger's box, there are all of these options existing at the same time, with the same possibility of being real, until the character makes the choice.

In this case, showing Dean this possible future changed the future in itself.

So in short, I think Zachariah was showing Dean a possible future out of the perhaps many with different details and he chose the one that adequated more to what he wanted. I also don't think the Endverse exists anymore as a place that can be visited in the canon of supernatural because it was never a part of the multiverse and that point is long past now, it's not a possible future any longer, all that it's left of it it's the little 3 day speck in Dean's past that he spent there.

S5.E4 "The End" Musings

Okay, okay, I thought of something to discuss! I've got the boys playing on my TV as I (attempt to) write and it's the 2014 Croatoan episode. This is one of my favorite episodes. But I have thoughts! And questions! So why not share them :)

It's never clarified in the show, but I always assumed that Zachariah didn't throw Dean into the future so much as...craft one that served his purposes. My reasoning!

Chuck: Chuck as God ditched once the apocalypse was averted in the OG timeline (end of Season 5). I don't think he'd stick around in the Croatoan verse. Zachariah obviously didn't know Chuck was God, which is why I think he threw him in. (side note: this could also be because the writer's hadn't decided Chuck was god yet, but since we're going with canon, it is what it is :D)

Future Dean's Behavior: It's not out of character for Dean to be cold, hardened, and angry. It worked so well for this episode. But the fact that like, the second thing out of his mouth is "Say yes to Michael" just had a liiiittle too much of Zachariah's influence. It was very convenient, serving the angel's purpose. Perhaps too convenient. Not to say that Dean didn't go through a lot. Oh boy, he did. But I always felt even a broken Dean would have had a couple things for 2009!Dean to do, and saying yes to Michael wouldn't have been the first (and only) one.

Multiverse: the show never clarifies how time travel works, so it's hard to say if Croatoan 2014 was an offshoot of the timeline. A possibile future, but not the only one. I like this theory more than there being one fixed future. Which is why I think Zachariah either rooted around for the perfect one (he's kinda too lazy for that...), or picked one close enough and made some tweaks.

Angelic Pocket Dimensions: The show did make pocket dimensions as an angelic power canon (at least archangels). Zachariah may have the ability, or may have asked Michael to craft what he needed (I'm not entirely sure it's Michael's style, so this may be a little wiffle-waffly)

Dean Suspects its a trick: Dean even asks Zachariah if this is a trick, and that douche only says "the time for tricks is over". Convenient, now that your last trick is over :D It's just too fitting for Zach's normal tactics for it not to be at least somewhat of a manipulation.

Anyhoo, nothing particularly solid, just my thoughts as I watched through it over the years. It actually took all those years before it even occured to me that it wasn't just a manipulation, and it could have been meant to be a real future. Why is this important? Omg, it's totally not XD Just the musings of a writer who may, or may not, be including this episode in TRSF (which means I may, or may not, need to define the guidelines of throwing a human into the future and/or crafting one around him). But I'm curious what other fans' take on this episode was! Do you think it was a legitmate future, untouched by Zachariah? Or a full pocket dimension instead? Something in between? Gimme your thoughts on how this one worked! And any other musings. I may or may not need the inspiration in the future XD (The way, waaaay future. Oh god, Season 5? We have soooo far to go. But let's just pretend we don't for the sake of some fun conversation :D)

[wrenhyperfixates]

We Make a Pretty Good Team

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: It’s game night at the Avengers Tower, and you find the perfect partner in Loki. Warnings: ‘tis but fluff A/N: Just another self-indulgent, fluffy story. Hope you enjoy :)

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Disclaimer: Gif not mine 

“First Saturday of the month. You know what that means,” Tony hollered to the Avengers scattered about the Tower.

“Yes!” Thor boomed. “Be prepared to lose.”

“Funny,” Clint laughed with a roll of his eyes. “I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

“What is happening?” you asked, somewhat bewildered, as the heroes came into the room. “What’s significant about Saturday?”

“Oh my gosh, that’s right. You just missed the last one. Every first Saturday of the month we have a game night,” Nat explained.

You’d been part of the team for just under a month, having officially joined on a Sunday. So, it was true that you’d yet to experience their apparently traditional game night. It sounded like a great deal of fun, though, especially because the Avengers had become your second family in the short time you’d known them. Well, you’d actually known Nat and Clint for years, since you all worked for SHIELD. In fact, they were a huge part of the reason you were an Avenger now. A few months ago there was a particularly dangerous crime ring, and they’d specifically requested you as backup. You’d clicked with everyone immediately and, numerous transfer papers later, here you were.

“Sounds exciting!” you told them. “What are we playing first?”

“Well actually,” Bruce said kind of sheepishly, “it’s not that I want you to sit out, but they’re all team games, and we don’t have an even number of people.”

“So we have a team of three,” Nat said, as if it were obvious.

“No way. That’s unfair,” Tony argued.

You bit your lip, feeling like maybe you were intruding on something you shouldn’t be a part of. It was their thing, after all, and perhaps there was simply no room for a newcomer. As they continued to bicker about whether one larger team mattered or not, you considered just slipping away. That’s when you noticed that there was someone missing.

“What about Loki?” you said. “He would make the numbers even.”

Much to your surprise, everyone burst out laughing. You nervously ran your sweaty palms on the legs of your pants and let out a small laugh, though you weren’t quite sure at what. Once their cackling died down, you dared to ask what was so funny.

“My brother never attends these games nights,” Thor informed you. “He isn’t one for group activities, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Well, have you ever invited him?”

“Once or twice,” Tony said. “Listen, if you want to try to make a social butterfly out of Reindeer Games, be my guest. In the meantime, we’ll work out a feasible way for us all to play.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed a little, standing up to go find Loki. It was honestly ridiculous that they still treated him the way they did. Sure, he likes to be alone sometimes, but that doesn’t mean he likes being lonely. Not that he’d ever actually admitted to you that he was, but you knew. It was blatantly obvious in the way he sent longing glances toward the rest of the team when you gathered together. You always made sure to ask him over, an invitation he usually accepted. Everyone else had laughed the first time you’d done that, too. They’d only ever asked him a few times, and it was right when he was new and still so lost, so alone, so afraid. Why they took that to just be his permanent disposition, you didn’t know. Regardless of how insensitive they were to his situation, your inclusivity had brought Loki out of his shell a bit, and a friendship had blossomed between you.

A short walk later, you reached his door. You stretched out a hand, but hesitated to knock. Doubt gnawed at the back of your mind. Maybe he truly was not a fan of board games, and then you’d be interrupting his night. After all, he must have a tradition of his own if this happens every first Saturday. Still, you knew that was usually not the case, and steeled yourself against the uncertainty.

“Hello, my little mortal,” he greeted you, opening the door. “Is everything alright?”

“No.”

“What is it? Are you ill? Hurt?” he questioned, jumping into action and shepherding you to his couch.

“No, nothing like that,” you laughed, though you were touched by his concern. “It’s just that it’s game night, and we don’t have an even number of people.”

“Oh? And I suppose that you are asking me to join,” he mused as you nodded. “I am not usually invited, and I am notorious spoiled sport, just ask Thor.”

“Well, people say a lot of things about you, and they’re usually not true.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You don’t have to play if you really don’t want to, but will you? Please. For me?”

“For you, my little mortal, anything. After all, how can I resist those puppy dog eyes?”

You giggled and led the way out of his room, ignoring the thumping of your heart when his hand accidentally brushed yours. Nat and Tony were still bickering about the teams when you arrived, but were quickly stunned into silence when they saw Loki.

“Brother! Good to see you’ve decided to join,” Thor greeted, breaking the somewhat awkward silence. “Shall we begin then?”

First up was Cranium, and you could tell that everyone else was divided into their usual teams: Tony and Bruce, Clint and Nat, Thor and Steve. You rubbed your hands in excitement, ready for some friendly competition.

“Yes!” you shouted a while later, after you and Loki answered the final question right. “We win!”

Everyone else’s jaw hung open, shocked by how serious of a competitor you were. Not to say you were mean-spirited or gloated or anything, but it was obvious you took game night very seriously. Loki was a little surprised too, but he relished in the infectious energy of your feisty spirit. Not to mention he absolutely loved to be on the winning team.

“Congratulations, guys,” Steve said. “Don’t expect to get as lucky in the next game, though.”

The next game, apparently, was charades, which you and Loki absolutely dominated again. The two of you worked as a well-oiled machine, guessing the simple ones like sewing and the more obscure ones like whale watching with ease. Loki was also surprisingly knowledgeable about Midgardian movies and literature. The two of you high fived, having just edged out the competition.

“Wow, good job guys,” Nat congratulated. “Tony and Bruce usually win that one.”

“Way to rub it in,” Tony groaned, flopping back on the couch.

You could tell a part of him wanted to accuse Loki of cheating but, having no real evidence and not wanting to start a fight, restrained himself. Instead, he contented himself with just mumbling how much of an outrage it was. You, however, were on cloud nine.

As the next game was set up, Loki pulled you onto his lap, instilled with confidence after his latest wins. Of course, if anyone were to ask, he would just say he was saving room on the couch. It would have, though, been a lie.

“Ready for a clean sweep, my little mortal?” he whispered, his breath surprising cold on your ear.

“Bring it on!” you whispered back with a wink.

The last game of the night was Pictionary, and by now everyone knew you and Loki were the team to beat. Unfortunately for them, you got this win, too. The Avengers let out a collective sigh as you shouted a victorious whoop and hugged Loki.

“Good game everyone,” you said, starting to help clean up.

“What are you doing, my little mortal?” Loki questioned, half joking. “Do you not know the losers have to clean up?”

“Not sure that’s actually a rule, Rock of Ages,” Tony grumbled.

“Fine, I’ll help,” he replied, placing a singular piece back in the box. “There. Now it is time for our victory lap.”

Then he scooped you up bridal style using his superhuman strength and began running you around the Tower in his arms, both laughing the whole time. He finally brought you to a stop on the balcony of his room.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that right?” you said, still chuckling.

“Perhaps. But we deserved that after an excellent showing.”

“I guess so. As much as it pains me to admit it, we should probably go easy on them next time. We’ll just win one a night, ok?”

“That’s my little mortal,” he happily sighed, wrapping his arms around you. “Always looking out for others. Always looking out for me. Thank you for inviting me along tonight.”

“No problem. It was a lot of fun. We make a pretty good team.”

“Indeed.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, and you rested against Loki, whose arms were still wrapped around you. He felt more relaxed and happy than he had in a while. He knew he’d ask you out someday, but right now he was still too shy, this friendship still too new. One day he would, though, and he couldn’t wait to get there and to every day after.

[kagesdumpsterfire]

Listen, I'm not mad as a shipper, I'm used to having shipping questions shut down at cons at this point. It's been like that for years. I explained as much in an earlier post.

I'm mad as a queer person.

I don't hate Jared. I reserve hate for people I know and people I know for a fact are vile little piss ants. I wouldn't even go so far as to call myself an anti. Up until recently I was more of a neutral. Because you see, I watched the show long before I joined the fandom. I was in the fandom a while before I became a shipper. I was a fan of all the actors before joining the fandom. Followed all of them. Then, Jared started posting about service workers. I stopped following him after that. Just another privileged person complaining. I didn't hate him, just lost a little respect. I found out about the PSH tweet (made about a month before I joined the fandom) a little while later and lost more. Because addiction is a disease, not a choice and what he said (hours after the man's death) was disrespectful as hell. The things he has said and done since the finale have slid me firmly into "not a huge fan, but whatever" territory. His answer on the Destiel queston, that btw, was not asked of him, has me sitting in "don't really like your personality bro, thanks for the character you gave and all, but...yikes. No thanks."

Why? Is it because I'm a "bitter Heller who is just throwing a fit because my ship wasn't validated"? Naw, dude. Like I said, I'm used to disappointment. I've been a Doctor Who fan since 2006. I'm a queer who grew up with Harry Potter, the books, not the movies. I was excited for the first Sucide Squad movie. Disappointment and I are old friends.

It's because Jared sat there, on a stage, infront of a bunch of people, and equated romantic love to sex. He answered a question, (again that he had no reason to because it didn't involve him) that had nothing to do with sex, at all, and made it about sex. He sexulized LGBTQ+ community, like thats not one of the biggest stereotypes we have to defend against Every. Single. Day. I'm the B in that category, and the amount of times people have taken advantage of that...the amount of times I've been called a "whore"... the amount of times someone has assumed I will sleep with anybody just because I'm not picky about what is between someone's legs....it's exhausting. I've been in a monogamous relationship since 2012 and people still assume I'm loose. Also, the fact that people wouldn't consider it cheating if I slept with a woman...disgusting. And thats just me. Don't get me started on the fetishization of the queer community. A super hetero dude bro has no problem watching p*rn with two girls going at it, but god forbid they hold hands, or buy a house and adopt a kid. It's "funny" for a dude to act like a girl but the second that dude kisses another dude it's gross. Just, ugh.

Literally no one said romantic love is about sex. Literally no one said saying "I love you" means "lets fuck". Jared did. He brought his children into it. A mother, speaking about her queer children, asked when Dean found out Castiel's love was romantic and Jared replied with "saying I love you to my son doesn't mean I want to touch him." Dude, NO ONE SAID THAT! He said Castiel couldn't feel romantic love because he was junkless. Again Love is not equal to sex. Castiel had sex with April (which btw, means he wasn't junkless) doesn't mean he loved her. Castiel said he loves Jack. We know that doesn't mean he's trying to do him cuz...ew...that's his son. Again, nobody said sex equals love. But he did.

He sat there and said "LGBTQIA" and completely invalidated the "A" part of it. There is a whole spectrum of people who have no sexual feelings and still feel romantic love. There is a spectrum of people who don't even feel sexual feelings until they feel romantic love. There is a whole spectrum of people who do not eqaute love to sex AT ALL. There are nonbinary folks that feel sexual attraction without regards to gender and there are those who just straight up don't feel sexual attraction at all, but still feel love. And that man sat there and, with his whole chest, made a question about another character's love, about sex.

He brought i*cest into it. No one else did. No one said the show was about love and sex. He brought it up. No one said love couldn't be platonic, he's the one who went off on a tangent about it and AGAIN, on a question (say it with me this time) that WAS NOT FOR HIM! I'm not saying the man doesn't have a say in a show that he was on for 15 years, but Jared and Sam had no involvement in that scene at all. It was not about him. He had no place to answer that question and the way he did was....not good at all.

Now, dont get me wrong, Jensen has no place to speak on Castiel's behalf either. He absolutely has the right to talk about Dean, how Dean interpreted it, and how he played Dean's reaction, because Dean is his character. Castiel is Misha's. Misha doesn't speak on Dean's feelings as if he knows because it isn't his place to say. Jensen should do the same. And the thing is, he was actually doing a decent job answering it, until Jared interrupted. He was interrupted and backed into a corner of a PR nightmare, and backpedaled. That's it.

Like I said, not suprised it was tiptoed around. The show isn't about shipping, I get it. Being angry about it solves nothing. It will just make me bitter.

I am pissed that Jared went on a long rant about things he has no business speaking about. I am pissed that Jared invalidated an entire spectrum of people. If you are queer and have no problem with what he said, that's on you, but I, and I know many others, are not okay with it. He made a question into something it wasn't and I'm allowed to be mad about it for reasons that aren't about my ship.

I think I'm done for now, but who knows. Either way I hope everyone has a good day today.

You are loved, you are worthy and you are VALID!

That is all.