#but dean's roles for sam are More Blurred than sam's view of them

[zmediaoutlet]

Hi there, happy (Wincest) Wednesday. We know that when Sam and Dean were kids, they were frequently left alone while John was away, with Dean put in a more direct parental/caretaking role. So I wonder: do you have theories or headcanons about these times when Dean was left in charge? What do you think that was like for them? Thanks!

hello happy wincest everyday --

yeah, the "Dean as substitute dad and mom" thing is one of many that are absolutely wild in the canon of this show. It's soooo good that we only see a few moments of it in flashback (I know there are some fans who wish for like a whole 'prequel' show, but... they're wrong, haha, it's never a good idea to strip out mystery in favor of overexplaining and inevitably fucking up via bad retcons) -- and the moments we see are great, because they don't actually show "Dean as parent", because he's not a parent.

Important to remember that their age difference is only 4ish years. This isn't, like, 17 year old Dean dandling Sam on his knee, as some fics and meta kind of imply. This is one little boy forced to watch out for another little boy, but he's still a little boy. The parentification is particularly fucked up for this reason -- because of course, he still has to make food and he still has to be John's spouse-at-home and he still has to manage everything, but he's, like, 12. Would you let a 12 year old do that and expect it to go perfectly? If you were 8, would you call your 12 year old brother "dad"? No, you'd tell him he smelled like boogers and he'd noogie you in response and you'd try to wrestle him and then your face would get shoved into his armpit and you'd get told yeah? what does that smell like, huh? that smell like boogers? until you cried uncle. Because you're two boys.

Which, obviously, makes the times that Dean actually has to act as a clumsy parent all the sadder. He's just not equipped for it. This is maybe at its most poignant in the Christmas flashback, where he's flipflopping back and forth between big brother and attempted parent at high speed. He really wants to be able to comfort Sam when he's sad but he doesn't have the tools, and how could he. Similarly in the high school flashback (where I guess they're ~15 and 19 and Dean's just really too old to be at that school), when he's looking out for Sam and tries to go overprotective, but Sam shuts it down immediately and Dean has to settle, because -- is he a shouty big brother, or kind of a parent? Is he meant to beat up a bully on Sam's behalf, or talk him through dealing with it himself, or just listen to Sam's feelings on the matter? There's never an obvious choice because the roles are so blurred, and Dean really did his best but there's just no winning.

Really, it's remarkable that Dean and Sam keep liking each other after all this... disaster. They had pretty standard brother bickering and 90% of the time it's that brotherly vibe. Sam's resentful but he mostly keeps the resentment where it belongs (with John); Dean, more remarkably, doesn't seem to be resentful of being forced into that position (again, 90% of the time), I guess because he just genuinely likes Sam and likes hanging out with him and views the failures he had as parent as his own problem (and, when he's a little more emotionally solid, realizes that the blame for that also lies with John, as well as destiny et al).

The other thing that makes their relationship work, clearly, is also that Sam does not view Dean as 'parental'. He talks back and doesn't do what Dean tells him to do and understands the dynamic very well. He doesn't have two "bosses", and is intrinsically bossy himself, and is honestly amazing at maintaining a sense of solid independent identity even as an 8 year old. So I guess, with all that babbling, my headcanon (based firmly in actual canon) is -- Dean was 'in charge', and took that seriously, but it was an unstable and maybe confusing and sometimes very scary thing from his POV; and Sam never felt like that was 100% true in any case, and so from Sam's POV it was the case that they were both abandoned by John, and so Dean never really counted as 'parent' at all. Which is really cool. Characters with mismatched perspectives on the same event lead to great stories.

[incesthemes]

there is interesting johndean subtext and insinuations across kripke era, usually through an antagonist insinuating parent-child sexual violence in order to exert dominance over dean. this type of mockery exploits that ambiguous relationship between john and dean and reminds dean that he never had a normal relationship with his father, and that makes him gross and wrong. it doesn't actually matter in the end whether john was sexually abusive to dean. the core of their relationship was damning enough: dean was made to take the place of john's wife—to comfort john and raise sam—while simultaneously being his son. the codependent nature of their relationship implies the incest that underscores their dynamic. again, this is regardless of what literally occurred between dean and john because there is enough doubt toward the nature of their relationship that multiple antagonists can use it against them.

sonwife, brotherhusband—dean is stuck in a liminal space between family and lover and is unable to put his feet firmly on just one side and instead has to accept both together or abandon both together. he doesn't get to have a relationship with his family without it being simultaneously incestuous. he plays the role of wife to john and mother to sam as mary's replacement; he therefore becomes more than a son and transcends the boundaries of the familial into the incestuous. it's baked into the dynamic and he can't hope to escape the liminality in which he's stuck without abandoning his entire family altogether.

this ambiguous relationship is further acted out with sam, where people perceive them as lovers rather than brothers; where their mutual devotion trumps, neglects, and disallows any other close relationship outside each other; where their physical closeness is viewed through an unusually sexual lens despite no literal sex acts between them taking place on screen. once again dean is stuck in a liminal space, paralleling the ambiguous and uncertain relationship he had with john.

in the end, sex (and sexual violence) is just a symbol of this codependency and uncertainly incestuous dynamic. sex acts in kripke era end up being symbolic: misinterpretations of sam and dean's relationship; accusations of sexual violence; literal, on-screen sexual moments between the brothers and someone else. it's a literary device that highlights the incestuous themes of the show. dean hand-picks women for sam to fuck because it allows dean to be symbolically part of sam's sex life. henricksen accuses john of raping dean because it is a symbol of the unhealthy, codependent relationship dean had with his father. the samulet stays on during sex because sam is symbolically integral to dean's sexual gratification (seen too in the way both dean and cassie in 1.13 appear to kiss the amulet at least once in the dark room). sex is used to signify more than what's literally on the screen, and the connections between the literal sex acts and the blurred lines of dean's familial relationships allow for a reading of incest between both john and dean and sam and dean.

it never mattered whether johndean or samdean had a sexual relationship in the canon because that was never the point. the point is the liminality that permeates the narrative. sam, dean, and john all stand upon a threshold between acceptable and taboo. the point of it all is the doubt and anxiety, the are-they-aren't-they that is never answered. the absence of incest within the text invites the understanding that the incest was, in fact, always there.

[supernaturaldesires]

A Wild Night

Having the opportunity for a night of fun with Dean and Sam Winchester, you would be a fool to say no. But do you really know what you’re in for?

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam (no wincest)

Warnings: dub-con/drunken rough sex, threesome, penetration, oral (male and female receiving), deepthroating, bondage/use of ropes, anal

Word Count: 2,594

The club music pounded through your head as you swayed towards the bar, giddy from the several cocktails you had enjoyed with your friend. Her boyfriend had swung by to pick her up, but you were enjoying yourself too much to leave and assured her you would be fine as she left. Clutching onto the edge of the bar-top, you steadied yourself as you wobbled a little on your high heels. You peered around the corner of the bar, hoping to catch the eye of a bartender.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself there, doll,” came a smooth voice from beside you. Even sitting down, you could tell the blonde-haired stranger was tall, and his emerald eyes bore into you as though they were looking directly into your soul. And God damn, he was hot.

“No one is enjoying life unless they go a little wild every now and then,” you giggled in return. Your attention was diverted by one of the bartenders coming over to take your order. “I’ll have another long island iced tea please, my good man,” you sang drunkenly. 

The handsome stranger beside you smirked. “Put it on my tab, mate,” he said. Before you could argue, he added: “And we’ll have three shots of tequila alongside it.” The bartender disappeared before you could say a word.

“Three shots?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. He didn’t appear to be sitting with anyone. 

“One is for my brother,” the man said, his intense eyes back on you. “He’ll be back in a moment. The other one, my dear, is for you.”

“Excuse me, sir,” you said in mock-offense. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

A coy smile appeared on his face. “I thought you wanted to go wild,” he teased. Then he leaned forward until you could feel his breath on your ear. “And if you call me ‘Sir’ again, I’ll show you a night more wild than your dreams.”

A delicious chill ran down your spine at his words. Before you could respond, the bartender returned with your cocktail and three shots. You picked up your cocktail and turned to the man who had bought it for you. “Thanks for the drink, um?”

“Dean,” he said, a wicked glint dancing in his eye. Another even taller man sat in the empty seat to your other side. “That’s Sam.”

You nodded to the new arrival, also very attractive in his own right, though there was something deliciously dangerous about the steeliness of his eyes. Whereas Dean had been more flirtatious, Sam appeared to be completely unashamed of dragging his eyes slowly over your body as if he was mentally undressing you. And honestly, it lit a fire within your belly.

Dean handed two of the shots to you and his brother before picking up the third one for himself. “So, Y/N,” he began coolly. “Just how wild do you want to get tonight?” 

You smirked at him with a cheeky look in your eye. “I thought I’d see where the night takes me, handsome.” The three of you clinked your shot glasses together before knocking them back. You winced a little at the delightful burning sensation, and as you re-opened your eyes you could have sworn that for a split second, Dean’s eyes had flicked to black. But when you looked again, they were the same dazzling green they originally were. Maybe you were starting to reach your peak a little, but you never left a drink unfinished. 

As you sipped your long island iced tea, Dean held the conversation with you, while Sam appeared to be the quieter one. He just sat there watching you, occasionally his eyes flickering to your drink, checking how much you had left. As you sucked the last drop down, you certainly felt a little woozy, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“I think that’s me done,” you slurred, a hiccup emphasising the end of your sentence.

Dean rose from his seat, placing his hand firmly on the small of your back. “What do you say we get out of here, then? I’ve got a motel room a couple of blocks down.”

“Mhmm,” was all you could manage as he guided you out of the busy club.

When Dean led you inside the motel room, you were a little surprised to see the still-silent Sam follow you both into the room. You’d assumed he was bored from the lack of any contribution to yours and Dean’s conversations, but figured he was just the quiet, broody type. “Mm, two handsome men all to myself?” You giggled, losing your balance and falling onto your butt on the bed. “Lucky me.”

Dean approached you, a dark chuckle grumbling in his throat. “Lucky you indeed. And lucky us for finding our plaything for the night.” His fingers wrapped around your jaw as he leaned down for a bruising kiss, pushing you backwards to lay you flat on the bed. “Are you going to be a good little slut for me and my brother?”

You’d had your drunken hook-ups before, but nothing like this. Never a threesome. But you’d be lying if you’d said it hadn’t been a fantasy for some time now. And to have the opportunity with two drop-dead gorgeous men? 

“Yes, Sir,” you purred, accentuating the title. The corner of Dean’s lips tugged into a coy grin. His free hand slid down to your thighs, groping them before yanking your dress up and exposing your lacy black thong.

“Well, look what we have here, Sammy,” Dean boasted, licking his lips as his fingers shoved the fabric aside and rubbed your wet folds. “She’s already so wet for us.” You mewled in response to his touch, slowly grinding your hips to create some movement.

You heard Sam grumble from the other side of the room, out of view. “Hurry up, Dean, you know foreplay bores me.” 

Dean gripped your thighs and pushed you up the bed until your head was hanging off the other side. “Well there’s a perfectly good mouth there to keep you entertained while I have my fun.”

You squealed as you felt Dean’s fingers return to your cunt, this time pushing past your entrance. You heard Sam’s footsteps first as he rounded the bed, coming into view. He still maintained that cold, dark look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Shoving his jeans and boxers down, you felt a shiver of fear and excitement at the length that sprung free from its confinement. He was longer than anyone you’d been with and you were anxious as to whether you could take him.

Your internal debate was cut short as Dean rammed three fingers knuckle-deep inside you. The scream that escaped you gave Sam the perfect opportunity to thrust his length into your mouth and down your throat.

“You’ll want to focus for this, sweetheart,” Dean hummed as he twisted his fingers inside you, making you squirm. “My brother has a tendency to break the toys that bore him.” As if to prove his point, Sam began thrusting down your throat, as Dean’s hand tightened around your neck, holding you in place.

“Thankfully this bitch’s mouth has a better use than drunken babbling,” Sam sneered, watching you through calculating eyes. The way he looked at you ignited a masochistic pleasure inside you. You knew you had a degradation kink, you had even convinced an ex to try to dominate you in the bedroom, but he wasn’t a natural dominant so it just didn’t give you what you needed. This, however. You could see in Sam’s eyes that he didn’t give a shit about you. And you loved it. Your mind swimming with the alcohol, you let Sam continue to abuse your throat. 

Dean seemed to notice you weren’t attempting to struggle so eventually released your neck, focusing on pummelling his digits into you, making you moan crudely on his brother’s cock. It was when he wrapped his lips around your clit that you really lost it, your body bucking and writhing like you were possessed. Your screams muffled around Sam’s large member as the orgasm hit you like a freight train. But as soon as you began to cum, Dean’s fingers left you, grinding your orgasm to a cold and abrupt halt.

“Oh dear, sweetheart,” Dean tutted, grabbing your throat as Sam ripped his cock out of your mouth. The green-eyed man pulled you up by the neck until you were face-to-face with him, his nose with millimetres from yours. “Did you ask for permission to cum, you little slut?” You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to make your eyes focus on Dean, but right now you were seeing duplicates of him as your vision blurred. A shake of the head was the best you could manage. Dean gripped your waist with one hand and flipped you over so that you were laying on your belly on the bed. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them together behind your back. “Perhaps I need to explain your role here, little one,” he whispered into your ear with a dangerous edge. “You are here for our pleasure alone. We will use you as we please and you will be grateful for it. If you behave yourself, and if we don’t grow tired of you, we’ll consider rewarding you.” 

You felt the harsh burn of rope wrapping around your wrists, hearing Sam scoff at the same time. “Speak for yourself,” he grunted, fisting your hair and dragging your face towards his cock again. “I’m just here to get my dick wet.” When you didn’t take the cue to open your mouth, Sam pinched your nose until you inhaled in a panic, and at that point drove his member back past your lips.

Dean chuckled. “That’s true. Sammy here isn’t quite as concerned about rewarding good behaviour. That’s just my thing, I guess.” As he spoke, you felt his fingers skim passed your wet flesh again, making you squirm. “But trust me, it’ll be in your favour to make sure you give both of us a good time, sweetheart.” A sharp spank collided with your ass-cheek then, making you moan onto Sam’s cock. Sam fisted your hair tighter, pulling your face flush into his crotch, forcing his cock painfully deep down your throat.

“Hm look at these two pretty holes here,” Dean’s sing-song voice echoed through your brain. Using your pussy juices, Dean lubricated your asshole, teasing your puckered entrance. Still held in place on Sam’s cock, you were starting to lose oxygen. “Where to start, hm?” You felt the nudge of his thick cock at your slit, which he then alternated between your two holes, not quite pushing in. White spots began to appear in your vision. “Eenie, meenie, minie...” Sam released your hair, sending you reeling backwards just as Dean thrusted himself into your asshole, fully seating himself. “Mo.” A cracked scream fell from your lips as your upper body crumbled onto the bed. Dean grabbed the rope binding your wrists together and yanked you up to your knees.

Sam stood back with a cruel smile, fisting his huge erection as he watched his brother rail into you. He leaned forward then, gripping your jaw with his free hand and making you look at him. “Do you whore yourself out to every man that buys you drinks?” Unable to shake your head, you could only grunt in response. “I do love a nice tight pussy to ruin.” Sam rounded the bed, standing beside Dean and gesturing for him to make space. Dean wrapped one arm around your waist, the other around your chest, and with ease lifted you off the bed, pulling you flush against his body and causing his cock to sink deep into your tight ass. You let out a whimper from the sheer force that you were being stretched. Sam took a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you, grabbing your thighs and pulled you towards him until the tip of his cock was nestled into your slit. 

Fear momentarily rose within you in anticipation, but before you had a chance to act upon it, Dean pushed you down. A pained cry escaped you as your walls stretched around Sam’s enormous length, splitting you open as both of your holes were stuffed by the brothers. The pain almost became too much until pleasure edged its way through your body. Sam lay back onto the bed, holding himself up on his elbows, and in delicious synchronisation the two brothers pumped into you at an exhilarating pace.

Your mind was beyond comprehension by this point. Between the alcohol and the adrenaline, you felt yourself going limp between the two men. 

“I think we’re losing her, Dean,” Sam muttered, though his voice lacked any sympathy. He pulled at your nipples, tweaking them painfully and making you cry out. The sudden sensation made your walls contract around the brothers, earning a delighted groan from both of them. “Fuck, just when I thought she couldn’t get any tighter.” Relishing in his new trick, Sam played with your nipples endlessly, and just as he was beginning to lose a reaction from you, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, pinching your supple flesh with his teeth.

You could feel your body raging towards a climax. “Please,” you gasped. “Can I cum?”

Dean’s teeth grazed your earlobe from behind. “Hm, what do you think, Sam?” He mused. “Has our little whore earned it yet?”

Sam grunted as he continued to buck up into you at a relentless pace. Then a cruel smile crept onto his face. “I have an idea,” he said slowly, purposely drawing out his answer. You cried out restlessly, desperately trying to hold back your orgasm. “For every time she cums tonight, that’s how many times she has to make us cum until she can leave this room. Each.”

Dean hummed in your ear. “Creative, Sammy, I like it. What do you think, Y/N? You’ve heard your terms - if you agree to them, you can cum now.”

Whether you agreed or not was irrelevant - you couldn’t keep control any longer. You screamed as your body spasmed between the brothers, bucking and writhing at the pleasure.

You woke up in the morning groggy and with a pounding headache. Your wrists stung from rope burns, your nipples felt raw and your holes ached from the abuse of last night.

“Ah, she’s awake!” Dean’s voice came from behind you. You turned over in the bed to face him and saw him slouched in a chair next to you. He clasped his hands together and leaned forwards. “I was worried for a moment we’d need to find a new toy,” he said in mock-sympathy. “That you wouldn’t be able to hold up your end of last night’s bargain.”

It took you a moment to filter through the blurry memories and remember the agreement you’d made. As soon as you did, your eyes widened - you felt so rough, so raw, so completely spent. “H-how many times did I...” Your voice was so hoarse that you couldn’t finish your sentence. 

“Five, sweetheart,” Dean said with a cold smile. “That’s five times you need to return the favour to both me and Sam. You’re not leaving this room until you’ve paid your dues.” His eyes flickered up and suddenly you felt the bed dip behind you and rough hands grab your waist. “And it looks like Sammy is ready to collect.”

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[ladyofmaidensandwine]

Day Five

Day Five of the Hello Spring 2020 Writing Prompt Challenge

Characters- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Fem! Reader, Unnamed Female Character

Prompt- “Maybe you can come to my show?”

A/N- This is a bit of personal experience- I danced as Cinderella when I was younger.

Wordcount- 919

                Three. The number of bodies that had dropped in the last two weeks. It was strange to say the least, and though the FBI wasn’t what you’d pictured, it made sense someone would come to investigate the abnormal deaths. Your dancing was your life, and having been a ballerina since you were old enough to twirl in a tutu, performing on stage was the one place you felt most at home. You never even felt stage-fright. But with three ballerinas in the morgue, now you were scared. This felt like an attack- how else could three young women suddenly die of heart attacks the night of their recital? None of it made any sense, and then you had overhead the FBI agents on your way home from practice, and had more questions than answers. 

          “I dunno, Sammy, this seems more witchy than vengeful spirit.” The shorter agent had said, low timbre settling warm in your stomach. “Yeah, I know, but we haven’t found any hex bags yet.” The taller man replied, sounding frustrated. “Well, keep lookin’. Way it’s been goin’, we don’t have long before another girl turns up dead.” The green-eyed man, who had introduced himself as Agent Young, but you severely doubted his credibility now, sighed. You stood in shock, and then in a moment of either extreme courage  or stupidity, stepped into their view. 

         “Who are you? And don’t say FBI.” You demanded, eyes narrowed. You supposed you didn’t look very intimidating, in a black leotard with your ballet bag over your shoulder, but your voice was hard. “Shit. Well, cat’s outta the bag now. You wanna tell her, or should I?” The green-eyed Adonis asked, seemingly amused by the turn of events.

            They’d given you “the talk”, and revealed that the ballerinas in starring roles were being targeted by a witch, and provided proof before you pulled pepper-spray on them, and that led you to now. “Dean, are you sure? It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I... I really don’t want to die.” You confess, looking up at Dean nervously. You clicked with Dean well, and while Sam was perfectly kind to you, the oldest brother had a soft spot for you as well. “Hey, look at me, sweetheart. I swear to you we will catch the witch and put a stop to this, ok? I won’t let anything happen to you, promise.” Dean smiles warmly, and something about the sincerity in his forest-green eyes convinces you as you give a shaky nod. You’d danced as a thousand roles, but now, starring as Cinderella, you were the next target, and butterflies assaulted your gut. Thankfully, the witch seemed to wait until after the performance, which gave Sam and Dean time to “gank the bitch” as Dean said. The opening notes play from a piano, and you know it’s time, but you turn to Dean again for some silent comfort. Impulsively, he leans down and kisses you softly, looking only slightly flushed while you’re sure you’re a mess when he pulls away. “Go get ‘em, sweetheart.” He winks. 

            The ballet is almost over, and you’re gliding and pirouetting through the closing act with a Prince Charming you can’t help but compare to Dean when you look to the wings of the stage and find Dean standing there, giving you a nod. You understand immediately, and a weight is lifted- they must’ve found and killed the witch, and while it won’t bring back your friends and fellow ballerinas, you are immensely satisfied to know justice is served. The rest of Cinderella flies past you in a blur of blues and golds and a rush of applause- your smile grows exponentially when you sneak a glance at Dean and see his own wide grin as he cheers for you- before you take a final bow. 

            Giddy with pride, relief, and excitement, you rush towards the two men, embracing Dean with a laugh. “You did it, right? She’s gone?” You ask, just to be sure. “Yeah, we got her. You’re safe. But, uh, we were thinkin’ about maybe sticking a round for a while. Just in case.” Dean winks. He presents you with a single rose, and you know you must be glowing like a beacon from the bright red staining your cheeks. Over Dean’s shoulder, your best friend is giving you a not-so-subtle thumbs-up you try your hardest to ignore. “Dean, this is so sweet. Thank you.” You say with a smile, leaning up on your pointe shoes and kissing his cheek. You stifle a laugh at his wide-eyes and cheesy smile. “Well, if you’re going to be here next week, I have another recital. You didn’t really see the performance, so maybe you can come to my show?” You offer hopefully. Dean glances at Sam, and then back to you. “I think we can swing that. Do I get front-row seating?” Dean teases. “Only the best for my favourite audience member.” You wink back, feeling your heart beating over-zealously and those butterflies swoop in your stomach. “Y/N, if you’re free, I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner sometime.” Dean proposes, trying his best to be very casual about it. “I’d love to.” You sport matching smiles, and Dean elbows his brother in the ribs when he mutters something under his breath as you laugh quietly. “After you, Cinderella.” “Why thank you, Prince Charming.”

               Dean ended up with front-row seating to every one of your recitals- only the best for your boyfriend.

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[orionsangel86]

Scooby Doo and Castiel

This is my biggest take away from the Scoobynatural episode:

“Cas is kind of like a talking dog” says Dean.

“I’d take a bullet for that dog” says Dean a bit later.

These two lines from Dean are so important that I’ve been jumping up and down since I heard him say them. 

Through Dean, Cas has textually been compared to Scooby Doo. This aint no subtextual mirror. This has been spelt out in the text by the main character. Now, I reckon that quite a few of my fellow sometimes bitter Cas girls probably took insult at that first line - how dare Dean reduce Cas to a talking dog! It does initially read as almost an insult. I see that, I hear you, and I totally understand that knee jerk reaction because it was also mine. BUT...

That second line? Along with a whole bunch of other stuff Dean said and did in this episode that clearly displayed just how much he adores Scooby? That is the biggest tell here.

There are TWO important points to take away from this Cas/Scooby comparison. One is an in-show reading/analysis revolving around Dean. The other is an out-of-show analysis about the writers and how they view Castiel. Both are extremely important to consider and get excited about. The reason why?

Because Scooby Doo is the fucking lead of the Scooby Doo show. 

It’s not the Fred Gang, or the Daphne Gang. It’s the “Scooby Gang”. On the show called Scooby Doo. This show revolved around Scooby. Scooby is the main character and without Scooby, there would be no Scooby Doo show. Are you starting to see my point here? :P

By comparing Cas to Scooby Doo, and to have Dean textually say that Cas is like Scooby Doo, is putting Cas front and center in this show within a show. 

The In-Show Reading

So focusing on the in-show reading for a bit, why is this so significant? Because it is all about Dean. Dean is the one who put Cas in that lead role. Dean lovingly dubbed Cas as their talking dog, and whilst at first I grumbled a bit at how I thought it was kinda mean to reduce Cas to a talking dog, it is then reiterated constantly throughout the episode just how much Dean looks up to, and adores Scooby Doo. He’d take a bullet for him after all. Dean sees Cas as the most important character in their own Scooby Gang. For Dean, making Cas the talking dog is actually a huge compliment, because he’s not just any talking dog, he’s their Scooby Doo, and I guarantee that Dean would agree with me when I say that the show just wouldn’t work without Scooby Doo. (all you gotta do is watch the first 5 episodes of season 13 to see how true that is for poor Dean.) 

It’s what ties those two lines together. “Cas is kind of like a talking dog” and “I’d take a bullet for that dog” because the lines blur here. In fact I’d go so far as to say it’s potentially foreshadowing for what may be coming by season end. Dean can barely cope without Cas, let along watch him die again... and given all the rumours we’ve got I wouldn’t be surprised if Cas being in danger is what prompts Dean to make a very rash choice in the coming episodes... It would make sense narratively given the way the season started, and it all needs to be tied back together by season end (and address the elephant in the room.)

It’s interesting how Dean views each of the Scooby characters in the episode because whilst he lusts after Daphne to an extremely comic and overdone extent - to the point that his total inability to seduce her becomes the primary joke of the episode (and probably a very interesting thing to meta in itself) - It is Scooby Doo who he most reveres. Scooby is the one he would die for, the one who he must protect at all costs. It’s the “talking dog” who is the most important to Dean. Doesn’t that just ring rather true to life right now as well?

Season 13 has a huge elephant in the room. The elephant being what has been left unsaid between Dean and Cas. Scoobynatural surprised me by just how much it kept on topic with these underlying themes. Dean viewing Castiel as the Scooby Doo of their own Scooby Gang, means that he puts Castiel in the lead role - perhaps not the role of leadership (which is Fred’s place in the gang and Dean’s place in his own story) but as the primary focal point, and the most important thing in Dean’s own story (no matter how much he may pursue the distraction that is Daphne).

I think overall it all just reiterates where Dean places Cas in his life. In a place of great worth, and in extremely high regard.

The Out-Of-Show Reading

The Out-of-Show reading is simply where the writers now view Cas. I’ve been saying this since the end of Season 12, but Cas is extremely important both in show and out. The writers aren’t idiots. They know that Cas brings in the viewers, more so than any other characters or episode types. Over and over again the writers have repeated how important Cas is, how Misha saved the show, how much Cas means to the story. It’s almost like they are trying to tell us something?!? Hmmm...

This makes me think back to the beginning of the season and how the season opening song was Nothing Else Matters by Metallica. With carefully chosen shots of Cas after every time the line “ and nothing else matters” was played. I don’t know how many times the writers can reiterate this point both in show and in PR right now, but Castiel is important should be screamed from the rooftops.

The writers cleverly assigned each member of the Scooby Gang with their own TFW counterparts. Sam is obviously Velma, Dean is both Fred and Daphne (and yeah there is so much to meta about that), whereas Castiel is Scooby Doo (and to a lesser extent Shaggy - the goofy best friend). But come on, be honest with yourselves, when you think of Scooby Doo the TV show, whats the first image that comes into your head? Is it sexy Daphne with her purple dress? Fred with his ascot? Or is it a big brown animated dog? You may think of those other characters as well, but Scooby Doo himself is the first thing you see. 

By comparing Cas to Scooby the writers are once again telling us that Cas is the most important thing this season. Also, just that he is extremely important and integral to the show. There can be no Scooby Doo without Scooby himself, just like nowadays, there can be no Supernatural without Castiel. 

There can be no denying, by anyone, that Cas isn’t a fundamental character, both in show and out. This episode, and many others before it, have proven this point. 

In show - Cas is everything to Dean. To the point that Dean views him as the “lead” in his own story.

Out of show - Supernatural can never exist without Castiel, and right now he is of a fundamental importance.

[arazialotis]

Hunters Academy - Part 3

Word Count: Around 3100

Summary: The reader is looking for a way forward in life. A cryptic business card may provide her with a new opportunity at an unconventional school. Catch Up Here -> Introduction Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Language, Drama

Pairing: Dean x Reader

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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Things had finally cooled down between you and Serena. And by cooled down, you meant the two of you could at least be in the same room without getting the feeling she was waiting for the right opportunity to tear you apart. It was still a little tense but progress was being made nevertheless. Other than that, things had been going pretty smoothly. You took Sam’s advice and forced yourself to ease up a little.

One of your extracurricular activities included spending some time in the garage and not just to gawk at Dean; no matter how appealing his muscle looked popping out of that tank and smeared with a bit of grime. Honestly, you did try to focus on upgrading your ‘stang. You were surprise they had yet to mention anything in class, but you clearly remember the side panel of your mom’s car door concealing her stashed weaponry. With a hunt coming up in your second semester it would do you good.

Instead of a door compartment you opted for hollowing out the back seat and constructing the bench into the trap door. Dean was hard at work too, at who knows what. You knew when he was in the garage by the start and stop of his classic rock music. He’d been favoring 38 Special or Fleetwood Mac lately. As you worked you hummed along to ‘Caught Up In You.’ The melody was interrupted by the clang of metal and unintelligible cursing. Instead of checking on him out of concern, you stayed out of viewed containing your silent laughter. Several minutes passed without sound so you dared to peak through your rear window, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Nice.” You heard from directly behind you. You jumped in shock hitting your head on the car’s roof. Unlike you, he didn’t keep his laughter a secret. “But as usual, overachieving again. I have a good chunk of class time dedicated to this in... oh, let’s say seven weeks.”

You sighed rubbing the back of your head. “And how was I supposed to know that?” You lightheartedly defended.

“I guess I won’t hold it against ya, since I only decided to add it to the curriculum just now.” He playfully admitted. “Two pointers though.” You followed him pacing around the car. “First, you’ll want something built in with easier access. Say you become surrounded by a nest of vamps, you’re not going to have time digging through your backseat.”

You smirked and rubbed the tacky fin on the back of the car. “Precisely why I have this.” You found the switch and hit the button releasing a blade resembling a katana into your hand. You gave it to Dean to examine.

“Iron?” He asked surprised by the weight.

You nodded. “Coated in silver.”

Dean tried to hide it, but he was impressed. He cut threw the air getting the balance of sword before handing it back to you. You set it back into place.

“Second.” He didn’t miss a beat. “Ain’t no way a body is fitting into that trunk.”

“Maybe not in one piece.” You winked at him.

You waltzed back to the front and slid onto the hood. Dean cautiously followed you, hesitating to blur any boundaries. But something about you drew him in, made it hard to stay away.

Even though your nose was already buried in the first auto mechanics book that was in nearby vicinity, swinging your legs back and forth, you were painfully aware of him inching closer.

“So…” Your breath was shaky but you looked to break the growing tension. “When it comes to 351 V8s…” You honestly had no idea what you were talking about at this point. “Would you recommend…” You couldn’t help it any further. You lowered the book to find him practically leaning against the car between your legs. You instantly stopped swinging them and lost the ability to form sentences.

“Y/N.” He softly called.

Both your heads swung to the sound of the heavy garage door opening and Sam appeared to ruin the moment. You looked back to Dean who seemed to have magically been separated from you by several feet. “As I was saying,” Dean started lecturing. “351s are a piece of garbage. It’d do you good to upgrade to a 372 turbo. It’s significantly lighter…”

“Dean.” Sam interrupted. “Can I talk to you.”

Sam looked between the both of you and it was easy to take the hint. You went back to working on the seat contraption yet tactfully eavesdropped on their conversation.

“Check this out.” Sam handed Dean his phone. After a few minutes of Dean looking it over, he continued. “Usually I’d say we should had it over to someone else, but… I don’t know… this seems big.”

“Yeah.” Dean agreed. “What, we really only have a week and a half til break anyways…”

“Just let them off a bit early?” Sam asked, feeling a bit guilty for abandoning the group.

“Nah. Y/N’s been working on something I think that’d do them all good. I wanted to fit it into the schedule next semester, but if we need to be gone, maybe now is the perfect time.” Dean suggested.

You continued pretending to work as Sam loomed over your shoulder. “Yeah, that seems fine. I’ll break the news to the others. Let’s plan to leave in 30.”

“Hey!” You cut in before he was able to run out. “Um, since I am pretty much finished with the project, maybe I could come with you guys on the hunt…” You sheepishly proposed.

“No.” They both rejected your offer in unison.

“You’re not ready.” Dean ruled and cut off your protest. “I don’t have time to show you the ropes and worry about your ass. This is real life Y/N and as good as you are compared to the rest of the class, you still need more training.”

When Sam didn’t object the reasoning, you huffed in annoyance but didn’t push further. Instead you dove back into the work.

“Y/n it’s not that…” Dean started again after Sam left. “You’re… I don’t want to…”

You gritted your teeth together. “Whatever Dean.” You put in headphones to clearly show you were done with the conversation.

He sighed looking at his watch debating whether or not to open up, ultimately deciding it could wait another day. He headed out as well to start packing. The days were slow without them here. As anticipated, you finished up earlier than the others. You briefly considered following the boys, but didn’t want to risk being expelled. You honestly had no where to go. Going back to your foster family would only raise questions and most likely anger. You did miss them, but here you actually felt like you belonged. With graduation coming up only next year though, concern built. You would most likely end up like your mother, jumping from motel to motel, no real place to ever settle down.

Broseph and Serena took off early. He wanted her to meet his parents, who were also hunters. They would finish up their project there. Once Kaveri, Skylar and Ciara completed the assignment, they took off for break as well; leaving only you and Ned. Not that you didn’t like Ned… but you actively avoided him, trying to limit your social interactions to the rec room or the kitchen. Something about him gave you the creeps, you couldn’t exactly figure out what. Besides a bit of quiet time on break would do you good. Yet he always managed to find a way to follow you around.

The layout of the bunker was huge. And just when you thought you had discovered every inch of this place, another door always seemed to materialize out of thin air. You practiced your lock picking skills and popped the newly discovered door open. Another storage facility. Although this time it captured your eye. Instead of the usual piles of books; this one contained artifacts, reels from a super 8 camera, potions, and god knows what else. You were digging around for a film projector when Ned appeared from nowhere.

He was digging through another box. “Do you think Sam and Dean declawed this themselves?” He asked holding what looked like a raptor claw.

“Jesus Ned!” You swore out of shock. It seemed this was becoming a pattern. “What, is it like your semester project to follow me around?” “Pretty much.” He set the thing back in its box and flipped his hair aside. You couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or honest.

“Well, I don’t know, a lot of this stuff looks pretty old, I would say probably before their time.” You walked around the room, trying to create a bit of distance, until you noticed grooves along the floor indicating file cabinets repeatedly moved. “Ned.” You waved him over. “Take a look at this…” He looked at you and had the same thought. You both grabbed a cabinet and pulled it open revealing the dungeon behind it. A huge red devils trap and chair in the center, handcuffs hanging off the wall, devices that looked more of interrogation tools than practical hunting weapons.

Both of your mouths hung open. “Dude…” Was all Ned managed to utter in shock.

You cautiously advanced… “Do you think it is just for practice or they use it for real?”

“What would they need to practice?” Ned debated.

“I don’t know… maybe showing students a real life exorcism, um... “ You were at a lost.

“No, it’s definitely a torture chamber.” Ned decided.

“Stop.” You insisted “We are hunters not cold sadistic torturers…” You stepped inside the circle. “I bet it is just for role play…” Ned smirked. “You know what I mean. Learning through practice.” You clarified sitting down in the chair. “So… are you going to exorcise me?” You popped an eyebrow.

He tilted his head to the side.

“Exorci…” You egged on.

He jumped in. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas…” You sat up in the chair. “Once I get outta here. I’m going to kill you and everyone of your little friends.” “Hey..” Ned stopped the chant, offended.

“I’m making it life like…” You whispered. “Keep going…” “Uhh… omnis incursio… uh… infernalis adversarii…” He stuttered trying to remember.

“Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…” You piped in.

“Yeah, real life like Y/N, I’m sure the demon will be all the more willing to help.” He rolled his eyes.

“Listen Blink-182, I know I’m screwed either way so the sooner I smoke out of here, the sooner I can crawl back out of hell and peel off those fake eyelashes.” You goaded covering your tracks.

“Uh, they are not fake.” He gasped.

“Really?” You jumped back out of character. “What kind of mascara do you use? Sorry… back to it.” You settled back into the chair.

“Ergo draco, um… maledicte, ut expelliarmus…” He continued “Harry Potter.” You whispered.

“I mean, ut ex…” “Ecclesiam…” You reminded.

“Oh, right. Ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”

You rolled your eyes back and shook for a few moments before going limp. “Y/N… Y/N?” He whispered concerned not daring to enter the circle. “Y/N stop it.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore and clutched your stomach in laughter.

“You’re not funny.” He scoffed and went to leave.

“I’m fucking hilarious.” You follow him out, closing the cabinets behind you. “But seriously, mascara?”

“I stole Serena’s Better Than Sex, alright.” He confessed.

Your hand came down on his shoulder to catch yourself  buckling over in laughter. “Does she know?”

“No… don’t tell her… I replaced it with E.L.F.” He continued.

“Dude! You don’t have to worry about demons, she is going to kill you herseself.” You had to wipe away a tear in your eye.  

You both walked down the hallway to your rooms rambling hypothetically making up scenarios about Serena’s revenge.

He stopped at your room and coldly shifted topics. “Y/N, Do you really like Dean?”

“What? Who told you that?” You demanded.

“Skylar.” He admitted without hesitation.

You huffed in annoyance. “No, I don’t like Dean.” You lied not needing more drama or especially the rumor to reach the man himself. “Why would she say something like that?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I just wanted to hear it from you.”

“O.. Kay…” You went into your room more confused than you Eurasian lore test.

By the time Christmas rolled around, the realization hit you that it was only you and Ned. Everyone else was off home with their families and Sam and Dean were still not back from their hunt. It didn’t even feel like Christmas, there was no snow on the ground, no tree, no presents. Ned ranted about the mix of Christian and pagan lore to celebrate a holiday that only worships capitalism.

You half-heartedly listened to him as you reflected back on Christmases with your mom. It was usually in a motel room or a Denny’s. Even Charley Brown’s Christmas tree usually put the one she found to shame. Gifts would consist of knick knacks found at gas stations like hostess apple pies, crossword puzzles, a stuffed bear holding a rose. But there was one year she went all out and bought you a polly pocket Cinderella castle. Looking back, she didn’t have fake credit cards, she must have picked up an extra job to pay for it. But you did it justice, carrying it around everywhere with you and spending countless hours building your fantasy life. If you thought hard enough, you’d even make a bet that you forced Sam to play when your mom and his dad were on a hunt together, but those memories were so long ago.

Christmas never felt traditional until you moved in with the last of your foster families. Your foster mom would wake you up every morning and the whole family would be downstairs progressively working their way through stockings and presents. Your foster dad would eventually turn on the TV to TBS while brunch was being served and you’d manage to watch A Christmas Story at least three times intermittently throughout the day. Relatives would come over for dinner and you’d help your foster mom in the kitchen preparing ham, potatoes, salad, rolls, really a full out feast. She’d probably still have a place set for you this year, hoping you’d show up.

You had to stop lingering on these thoughts so you convinced Ned to indulge in the capitalistic lifestyle and make Christmas dinner with you. Thankfully, Skylar and Kaveri showed up later in the evening because you had not adjusted the recipes to only fit two people. Even with them, there would still be plenty of leftovers.

Days had passed and the rest of the students had returned yet Sam and Dean still remained unheard from with class on schedule to begin tomorrow. You had braved the courage to call Sam once, but he didn’t answer, you couldn’t muster the courage again. Instead, you stayed up later than usual with your door cracked open hoping to hear them come in.

You stayed up reading, with only your desk light on. Although late, a few others were still up. You could hear Broseph’s passionate hollers down the hall as his sports team seemed to be rising to victory. With a jolt, you woke from the bed, you must have drifted to sleep momentarily. Coming from the room next to you was the all too sweet music of Pink Floyd’s The Wall, which you had missed so much since arriving here. The record was the only Christmas gift you had purchased this season - for Dean and partially you - as you could enjoy it from next door. And if the record was playing, that meant Sam and Dean were back. You resisted every urge to run over a greet him. So instead, you waited for him to come to you.

You pretended to dive back into your book but very shortly felt yourself slipping back into sleep. You went to wash your face and then planned to head for the kitchen to try and elicit a run-in. However, ‘Young Lust’ came up next. You couldn’t help but mouth along to the words and swing your hips enticingly around your room. You danced over to your and Dean’s adjoining wall imaging some sort of connection as you pressed your back against it.

‘Oh, baby set me free.’ You mouthed as your continued rocking your hips and reaching your arms above you pressing harder against the firm concrete. ‘Ooh, I need a dirty woman. Ooh, I need a dirty girl.’ You slid down the wall onto your knees air guitaring your way through the solo.

A cough instantly broke your concentration and your eyes popped open only to discover Dean had pushed the door open wider and was standing in it’s entrance. God only knows how long he had been watching your humiliating display. You immediately stood up, nervously combing your fingers through your hair.

“So, I suppose I have you to thank for the shiny new vinyl?” He asked.

You pretended to be confused.

“Well, Sam already gifted me some lube.” Your face contorted. “... For my car, for the car…” He recovered. “So with him off the list, that leaves… well nobody really.”

“I guess you have a secret admirer…” You winked.

“And you are going to pretend it’s not you, even though you were clearly enjoying it…” He challenged.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess we just get to mutually benefit… Oooh! Next time leave a note for, hmmm, maybe some Rush. Oh, and chocolate.” He chuckled. “Well, perhaps they already left you something?”

You furrowed your brow analyzing him further. His eyes hinted towards the base of your bed. You crouched down, looking underneath.

“What on earth?” You pulled out a box wrapped in Snoopy Christmas paper. Dean smiled as you lit up tearing apart the paper and realizing what it was. “Dean… you didn’t have too… How did you know?” You held a brand new record player.

“Whenever you stop in my room, your practically drooling over mine.” He remarked.

‘That’s not what I’m drooling over.’ You thought. “Dean, I love it.” You set it down on top of your bed. You waltzed over to him. “Thank you.” And gave him a hug without second guessing.

He was tense at first, surprise by it but then wrapped his arms around you. When you pulled back he did not release you from his embrace. You looked up at him, weariness from the hunt still hanging in eyes. His mouth danced closer to your lips, only breaths parted you. He searched your face for permission, neither one of you daring to close the gap. You pushed up on your toes but were too late. Dean had let go turning away from you.

“Shit!” He ran his hands through his hair. He turned back towards you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, Y/N.”

Before you could respond the sound of Sam and Joe’s voice grew closer from the end of the hall.

“Shit…” Dean muttered heading back to his room.

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Part 4

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[honeybeecasfics]

Wings & Ties

This case put a strain on Dean. Well that’s not completely true, it wasn’t the case that was putting him on edge, it was the lack of alone time with Cas. He was getting distracted all the time. It was getting to be so bad that even Sam could tell and he wasn’t happy with it. He was pretty sure Cas could tell as well but man did he have a poker face when he wanted to.

“Dean...Dean..Damn it Dean! Are you even paying attention to me?!” Sam yelled, utterly exasperated at this point.

“What...yea...got it.” Dean replied, obviously not paying any form of attention to his younger brother. Instead he was staring with laser intensity at the ass of one Angel of the Lord that could be found poking around in the underbrush. Ok, well the general vicinity of his ass since it was covered in that frumpy trench coat. If that coat wasn’t such an integral part of Cas, Dean probably would have gotten rid of it long ago.

“You know what? Let’s just call it a night, get some dinner and some rest.” Sam huffed out, he needed a break as much or more than the other two. He was practically drowning in their sexual tension. Those two needed some time alone or things would never be accomplished.

“That’s a very good idea Sam.” Cas said as he straightened up from his crouch. “Dean seems a bit ‘distracted’, some quiet time would probably be good for him.” He finished off. That slight lift of his brow towards the end of his statement made Dean’s dick twitch in his pants.

“Yea..” Dean replied, swallowing deeply. “Let’s go.”

They stopped at a diner for burgers and chatted over the last hunt. To be honest, most of the conversation was a bit of a blur to Dean. He just couldn’t focus on the conversation, not when Cas was pressed up so close to him in the booth. All he could focus on was the subtle shifting of Cas. First it was just so he could get comfortable on the ripped vinyl covering, then he got right up against Dean. He was so close that Dean could feel the hard muscles of Cas’ thigh pressing against his own. Needless to say, the meal was over before Dean even realized. He hoped is wasn;t a fantastic burger because he didn’t remember eating it. He didn’t even want to stay for pie!

The trip to find a hotel was a study in Dean’s patience. He was getting impatient and jittery. Sam just continued to roll his eyes from the passenger seat. If he did it any harder, they’d probably roll out of his head. “Just pull in at the next motel you see please.” Sam practically begged. Once they pulled up, Sam leapt out of the car. “You guys get the bags, I’ll get the rooms.”

“Are you ok Dean?” Cas asks from right behind him. When did he even get out of the car? Dean can feel the heat coming off of his body as he presses in close, his breath ghosting over Dean’s ear. Dean shivers and is has nothing to do with the temperature outside.

“I’m alright.” Dean replies, moving his head a bit to the left, allowing Cas to get a bit closer.

“Ok guys.” Sam says, jogging back over to the car. “I got the rooms. You two are the one at the end down there.” He points to the left in the general vicinity of the end of the motel rooms. “I’m towards the other end, work out what you need to and try not to get any noise complaints.” He grabs his bag and shudders, thinking of the sounds he has heard at the Bunker.

“Thank you Sam.” Cas replies, taking the key card from him. “I’m sure Dean will be a very good boy.” And there’s that look in his eyes. Dean blushes slightly and can feel himself getting hard again. He has a semblance of an idea as to what Cas has in mind and he can’t wait to get to their room.

“Thanks Sammy. See you in the morning.” Taking their bags, Dean and Cas head over to their appointed room.

Once they entered, they put the bags down and Dean turned towards Cas, almost vibrating in expectation. Cas slowly and methodically took off his trenchcoat, folding it neatly so that he could lay it on one of the beds. “Are you going to be a good boy for me? You’ve been distracted lately and I think we need to work on your focus. What color Dean?”

“Green.” Was Dean’s breathy reply. He loved when Cas got like this. There was nothing more freeing than giving himself completely over to Cas, to let someone else take care of him for a time.

“If at any time you aren’t comfortable, let me know. Other than that, you are not to speak. Are we clear?” Cas said, his voice full of dark promise. Dean nodded and licked his lips, already slipping into the role he knew he was to play. “Now come here.” Dean practically stumbled over to Cas, body thrumming with want. Once they met, Cas pulled him closer, one hand at his hip, the other at the back of Dean’s neck. Their lips meeting in what was a rather sweet kiss. The gentle pressing of lips soon growing heated, Dean wanting more but knowing he has to wait for Cas to make the move.

Soon Cas is licking into Dean’s mouth, while his hands move to the hem of Dean’s shirt, pulling it from the waistband of this jeans. They break away just enough to pull the shirt over Dean’s head. Cas starts to work along Dean’s jaw, little nips and kisses, and what might be murmurs in Enochian, it was too low for Dean to decipher. All of a sudden Cas is pulling away and Dean is whining at the loss.

“Remove your boots.” Cas instructs. Dean complies, hopping around almost comically as he tries to remove both is boots and socks as quickly as possible. Once this task is done, he stands in front of Cas again, curling his toes into the rough carpeting, looking expectantly at him. He’s not disappointed by the sight at all. Cas has taken the time to start to undress as well and watching him is almost a sex act itself. Unbuttoning the cuffs first, followed by each button on his shirt, long dexterous fingers sliding each button through its corresponding hole. The erection that had started to flag a bit while he was hopping around was coming back in full force once the shirt was completely removed. And this was why Dean didn’t like that damn trench coat! Underneath all that unnecessary fabric was a body that Dean couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on.

“Are you ok Dean?” Cas asked again, confusing Dean a bit. Of course he was ok, he was more than ok! Then he heard a faint whimpering sound and realized it was coming from him. He almost said something and then remembered he wasn’t supposed to speak, so instead he nodded vigorously. “Good, because we’ve barely even started.” And with another arch of his brow he extended his wings with a snap.

“Oh shit!” Dean couldn’t even help it. The wings always did something to him.

“Now Dean. Remember what I said about speaking. If you can’t control yourself then we’re going to have to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut.” With that he proceeded to undo his tie. Holding an end in each hand, he walked towards Dean. “What’s your color?”

“Green.” Dean replied before Cas’ tie was placed in his mouth and tied around his head.

“Now, because you can’t speak, we need to do something else if you change your mind about any of this. I plan to keep your hands free so tap me three times if you need me to stop or take a break. Understand?” Dean nodded. “Good. Let’s continue shall we?” And with that, Cas was back to kissing Dean’s neck, wings curving around to stroke along his back, while his hands worked at undoing his pants. Dean thought he might go into sensory overload from all the different sensations; the hot wetness of Cas’ lips and tongue now working their way around Dean’s nipples, the softness of the feathers trailing along his back, and the firmness of Cas’ hands as he started to push Dean’s pants down.

“Let’s get you seated.” Said Cas as Dean’s knees started to buckle. “Remove your pants and pull up that chair over there. Then sit down. I just have to get something.” Dean hastily pushed his pants down the rest of the way and pulled up the request chair. He sat down gingerly, it was cold on his bare bottom, as he watched Cas rummage around in one of their bags. Dean had a perfect view of Cas’ ass (now uncovered by the trench coat) from his spot across the room so he was quite content to sit and enjoy the sights. Cas didn’t tell him not to touch himself, so he took his cock in hand and lazily started to stroke himself. He knew it wasn’t what Cas wanted him to do, but he did like to be a little shit.

“Dean, Dean, Dean...You should stop that. Can’t have you cumming too soon.” Dean has stopped his stroking at the sound of Cas’ voice. Now kneeling in front of Dean, Cas reaches up and takes over the stroking of Dean’s dick. Dean throws his head back in pleasure when he feels the heat of Cas’ mouth surround the head. The suction on his was almost too much after the ramping up he’s had. Just as he’s about to blow, Cas pulls back and Dean feels something slide over him. He looks down to see that Cas has slipped a cock ring around him, holding back his pending orgasm. Dean huffs in frustration from around the tie while Cas smirks back up at him. “I told you that I won’t have you cumming just yet.”

“Mhm…” Dean manages to get out. Cas looks at him disapprovingly but he didn’t actually say anything so it shouldn't count against him right? Dean takes his chances and reaches behind Cas’ back to run his fingers through the wings. Reveling in the smooth glide of them. Cas arches them up towards Dean, allowing for more accessible areas. Cas starts to kiss around Dean’s thighs studiously ignoring the straining cock in front of him. Pillowing his head on the left thigh while Dean plays with his wings is one of the highlights of his day, but he can’t forget why exactly he’s here, and that’s to pleasure Dean.

With this thought in his head, Cas sets about on his task. Taking Dean back into his mouth, Cas starts to bob his head. Slowing taking him deeper until the tip hits the back of his throat. Luckily they’ve been doing this long enough that even the small amount of gag reflex that Cas had was now gone. You’d think being an angel would automatically eliminate any gag reflex at all, but angel or not, shoving something of that size towards your throat would cause anyone to gag. Focusing back to the task at hand, Cas began to pull Dean closer to the edge of the seat. Dan gets the hint and scoots to the edge. It’s not the most comfortable of positions, but between Cas sucking his dick and what he knows is coming coming when he hears the snick of a cap, Dean can’t be bothered to care.

The feel of Cas’ slick fingers now caressing his balls and making their way back to his hole has Dan clutching at Cas’ hair. His cock is so hard it’s almost starting to hurt, there’s a dull, almost throbbing ache that won’t go away until he comes and he can’t come until Cas allows him to. It’s an exquisite form of torture. Once he feels the tip of Cas’ finger enter him, slowly moving and thrusting until his body accepts him, Dean wants to bite through the tie. Cas takes his mouth off Dean’s cock when he feels him getting to close, even with the ring on. He looks up at Dean right as his finger brushes up against his prostate. Dean shouts a muffled sound, tears leaking from his eyes as the feeling is now almost too much.

“Shh...Shh..Dean. It’s ok.” Cas murmurs, kissing Dean’s navel and stroking along his thigh with his free hand, his other hand still deep inside Dean. Curling his wings around Daen again, he lowers his mouth down to Dean’s throbbing erection. Taking him down to the root, Cas slowly starts to work the cock ring off of Dean. This adds just the right amount of teeth and has Dean going almost made with pleasure. Working it off, mouth moving up and down, tongue helping to remove the ring has Dean is squirming in his seat. Finally Cas pulls off, hand now around the base of Dean’s dick so he doesn’t cum. “Ok Dean, you’ve been such a good boy for me. I don’t want you to hold back anymore. You can cum when you want.” He then proceeded to continue his dual assault on both Dean’s prostate and his dick. Stroking, sucking, fondling..it was all too much for Dean to handle. He came with a shout as Cas continued to work him through his orgasm.

As Dean slumps down in the chair, Cas stands up, wings folded along his back. He doesn’t intend on making them invisible just yet as he knows how comforting Dean finds them. He leans forward to remove the tie from around Dean’s head, Dean feebly reaches out to stroke the erection that is very prominently tenting Cas’ pants. “No need for that right now, let’s get you taken care of first. You can speak if you need to.” Dean just nods his head, utterly blissed out as Cas lays him in the bed.

“A shower would be better, but this will do for now.” He says as he runs a warm washcloth over Dean, cleaning out what’s left of the mess. After returning the cloth to the bathroom, he takes his pants off and gets into bed with Dean, his erection no longer a pressing issue. Wrapping his arms and wings around Dean, he whispers an “I love you” into Dean’s ear. Considering Dean is pretty much asleep at this point, he doesn’t expect an answer and is surprised when he hears a murmured “I love you too” before Dean is burrowing under Cas’ warm wings. Cas’ just smiles and pulls him in closer.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13271304/chapters/30365724

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All things “queerbait”, “so gay”, cranky shippers, etc ad infinitum.  Here’s my long-ass essay on why I think it’s destructive to this show and fandom mentality in general.  Part 1 :D

This is going to be sooo long.  Because I am sooo fed up with the bullshit I keep seeing on here.  So, I am going to break this into 2 parts.  Part 1 deals with the show and its FICTIONAL characters.  Part 2 will deal with the actual actors involved in making this show.  I'm pissed because what could have just been supposition and discussion among fans took a wrong turn somewhere, and turned into a forum for bullying and scandalizing the actors/show.  And seeing that even when they try to have a sense of humor about it, or be ingratiating to the fans about it, it always backfires on them....and ultimately, something that should be harmless (a ship) has become a toxic force of nature.

I'm going to give my 2 cents on the most annoyingly common misconceptions that I've seen being used as more can(n)on fodder because if I post and get this reblogged enough, maybe, just maybe... more people can be exposed to a more balanced interpretation.  

My problem is not with the possibility of Dean being gay/bi. My problem is not with Dean and Cas possibly exploring a romantic relationship.  Not at all.   My problem is with the dedicated and rabid group of people that have gone over the top with their harassment on public forums regarding these characters sexuality, and linking it to the real, live human beings that portray them.  Both crossing and blurring lines in a very destructive way, on Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, you name it... This show has so many incredible themes and messages regarding friendship, love, loyalty, trust, perseverance and family and THAT'S your takeaway?   An unhealthy obsession with Dean's sexual preference??

Dean, by virtue of his looks, charisma and personality, has chemistry with almost EVERYONE.  Have you noticed??  The character of Dean is written and portrayed as a naturally charismatic, flirtatious and sensual person.  He wholeheartedly dives into anything that he enjoys.  Eating, hunting, fucking, drinking.  He doesn't seem to really appreciate boundaries or restrictions.  So, what's stopping him from exploring his sexuality with men?  

As far as I can see, the character of Dean as originally conceptualized and executed brilliantly by his frigging creator, Eric Kripke, was then, as you see him now, many things.  But also hetero. He's also accepting, scarred, goofy, resilient, co-dependent, loving, protective, the list goes on and on.  

But what he is NOT and has NEVER been written as, is gay or bi.  And if you have a problem with that, that’s not a flaw in the program you’re watching.  That’s your problem.  If he undergoes character development that radically redefines not only how he sees himself, but how the viewer sees him, after 12 years?  That's a delicate task that I don't envy the writers having to undertake, considering, the only reason they would do that so late in the game, is because they caved to pressure from the "fandom".  And I use quotation marks there because, if you want an iconic character to represent your views?  Write them yourself.  Create them.  But don't try to bully your way into another persons creation.   Here's the kicker.  Out of 264 episodes that have aired so far, and countless canon instances of Dean being hetero.... here are the handful of examples that certain people have latched onto as gospel:

1. Dean and the Siren, season 4, episode 14, Sex and Violence:  I can't tell you how many times I've seen some Jr. detective go "A-HA!  Deans siren was a MAN!  Therefore, he is GAY!"  If you use just a smidge of deductive reasoning and pay attention to the season leading up to this episode, and the description of a siren that was helpfully included in the episode, you could easily and reasonably deduce that because a siren's powers of seduction come from the ability to be ANYTHING to ANYONE and be that persons greatest desire.... that it makes sense for the siren to take the form of a cool, non-judgemental, trustworthy younger brother-type who has the same taste in and love for music that Dean has.  Someone he can relate to.  A peer.

What do you get the man who can have almost any woman that he wants?  

Not a stripper, folks.  

And what does Dean really want?  At this point, he wants a brother who trusts his experience and instincts.  A  brother that he can trust.  A brother who doesn't feel like a complete stranger.  A friend, for fucks sake.  It's not implied.  It's not a theory.  It's literally written and discussed IN THE EPISODE, people.  Move on.

2.  Dean and Gunnar Lawless, season 11, episode 15, Beyond the Mat: If you know any guys who are into sports or bands, and have never seen them go batshit fanboy over one of their sports or music heroes...then you just haven't spent enough time with them on their turf.  

3.  Deans "gay thing", season 8, episode 13, Everybody Hates Hitler: If you've never been hit on when you weren't expecting it, especially by someone you weren't expecting it from, I could see why you couldn't comprehend his behavior.  If you HAVE, you were probably flustered by it. Probably didn't react as smoothly as you thought you would, amiright?  I know I haven’t.

It seemed he was flattered, but didn't know what to do with himself.  If he were bi/gay, and attracted to the possibility of a no-strings hookup with a willing and  anonymous stranger... a blow-and-go in the mens room, for example... I think Dean could/would have easily pursued it, based on his hit rate thus far.  The one area in which he has 100% confidence and zero shame, is sexual conquests. Sam wasn't around.  There was nothing holding him back.  So, aside from being uncertain of how to extricate himself from an awkward situation, and being flustered, I got nothin’.

4.  Dean and Dr.  Sexy, season 5, episode 8, Changing Channels:  Not much to say here.  Dean clearly had a man crush on Dr. Sexy.  Would he have boned him if given the chance?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  Ask a guy friend who idolizes Aaron Rogers or Eddie Vedder (for example) if he'd let them stick it in his pooper based on principle alone.  Chances are, that guy friend would probably say "Hall pass!"  If the situation actually presented itself though?  He might just gush over the guy and call it a day.  Who knows?  WE don't.

5.  Dean and Crowley: Again, ask a guy friend if he would share a room and triplets with a buddy if there were no consequences (girlfriend, things getting "weird, etc), and see what he says.  The answer may surprise you.  Maybe I just know a lot of uninhibited, sexy bastards!

6.  Dean and Benny:  Brothers in arms who go through intense combat together can and more often than not, DO form close bonds.  There was nothing in this friendship that even intimated at these two having any sexual or romantic designs on each other, yet.... people still try to make it work.  Bless their hearts.

7.  The Big One:  Dean and Cas:  Dean has had countless opportunities over the years to make a move.  And I DO believe he loves Cas, very much.  Cas clearly loves and admires Dean.  They have been through some serious shit together since day one, that neither Sam nor anyone else can compete with. But some very good advice I heard once, applies here (and this is why the 10-year crush turning into romance in rom-coms is such bullshit):  If someone likes you - you WILL know.  They will make a move.  Or you will.  And neither of you will take 10 + years to do it if there are no barriers (significant other).  And if a move is made and not reciprocated?  It's not because they or you is holding something back.  That's just a lie we tell ourselves.  SOMEONE is just not interested.  

Though I love their dynamic, I'm not a Destiel shipper, but I'm willing to go either way with this one.  I will say, I don't by any stretch of the imagination think the writers, actors or directors are 'queerbaiting", though.  That's like accusing a crush of leading you on when it was really in your head the whole time. Their chemistry is incredible.  But from what I've seen with my eyes, in the actual episodes, his relationship with Cas does not say unrequited love, sexual attraction or romance.  However, if I went by the slowed-down, out-of-context gifs that are prevalent on Tumblr, I could see where people get the idea.  And because these are two men who love, admire and respect each other and sometimes bicker like an old married couple, I suppose that makes them different than us and our best friends, somehow?  This makes me sad, because this is a unique show, in that it deeply explores mens relationships with one another (because they're human beings too), and they just can't do that without a group of immature people giggling behind their backs in the hallways because intimacy is so intimidating that it must be mitigated by making fun of it or spreading nonsensical theories about it.  Right?

Small wonder that heteronormative men, as a general rule, have so much social conditioning and shame to wade through when it comes to expressing love and care for their same-sex friends and family.  (Yes, men have problems too.  Not as many as us, by a long shot.  But this is one of them) 

You see, menfolk are expected to behave in a manfolk way, and if their behavior isn’t within the traditional and narrowly defined parameters as “hetero male”, they face the perceived stigma that accompanies “coming out”, which involves the very real fears of supposition, persecution, politicizing, backlash, gossip, undermining. etc.

This show has taken many chances.  And they’re not afraid to write for and represent LGBTQ characters.  But Chuck forbid that emotionally resonant, well-written, vulnerable and emotional male characters exist AND allow them to be straight.  Unthinkable!  And that snarky, gossipy, “tee-hee” mentality is just what enforces rigid gender roles on men and women in the 1st place.  Every post I see that giggles about Cas and Dean being gay for each other because....gifs...just throws us back 50 years.  Your words do have meaning, people.

If you want to know what you can do to pave the way for LGBTQ representation in entertainment and the world at large?  Take the small step of acknowledging that same sex characters can feel the same range of emotions that you do for your same sex friends.  Can have sustained eye contact.  Can love one another, and can tenderly care for one another without you sexualizing it, fantasizing about it and policing it.  I’m asking you to think about this, because this way of thinking affects everyone.  Gay, straight, etc. 

Season 1 Sam and Dean:  Hetero.  Sam in an LTR at beginning, Dean with potential to re-enter his relationship with Cassie.  

This show was marketed towards males in the 18-24 demographic, but curiously, more women are interested in these boys and their story.  Because they’re allowed to care without judgement.  Ahem.

 *As seasons go by...*  Clearly, judging by the polls and hate mail...neither brother can ever have or sustain a romantic relationship with a woman.  EVER again!*  And it as been widely acknowledged by the cast and producers that the fans don’t want to see the Winchesters spend too much time with what they deem as a threatening female.

Why do you think Castiel was even allowed to make it this far?  Sure, he’s an amazing character.  But if it were Anna who dragged Dean from Hell and ultimately stuck around?  Yeah, no.  That was never gonna happen.  

Basically, these fuckers can’t win.  If they’re hetero and stay hetero, that’s a bad thing.  If their characters do a 180 to please the most vocal (unfortunately) fans - then they’re caving in to pressure.

Either way, I think it's safe to say, us fans are ultimately invested (I hope) in these characters achieving happiness, wherever they find it.  And personally, I'll be happy either way.  But seeing this hyperbolic, over the top bullshit online that this crew are queerbaiting, etc...and that "If Destiel isn't made canon, I'm gonna do X,Y,Z..." is disgusting to me.  

The musings, wishful thinking and conspiracy theories are one thing.  And that's perfectly fine.  I’ve got nothin but love for fanficiton writers!  But drawing parallels and conclusions from some of the flimsiest crumbs available, and using that limited intel to cajole, threaten, bash and attempt to shame the actors, the crew, and the producers who work their asses off to bring us this amazing show, is pretty fucking shitty in my opinion.

These aren't public servants, guys.  We're not paying them to make this show.  If you want to know how a show on the CW gets funded and made - google it.  If you want to know how much of a time crunch/pressure cooker situation the writers are working in, not to mention the entire team in order to produce 23 episodes per season....again, google it.   And then tell me how they're able to not only craft compelling episodes and cram so much storyline, exposition, dialogue, character development, arc support, scheduling, casting, art direction, stunt coordination, set design, etc ad infinitum into each and every week, and STILL have time to drop easter eggs, and "queerbait"....

Just.  To.  Fuck.  With.  You.  And undermine LGBTQ efforts at representation? They are very kind and loyal to their fans.  And we DON'T OWN THEM.  If you don't like what you're seeing, don't watch.  But for fucks sake - do the fandom and yourselves a favor and direct your crusade towards ACTUAL threats to LBGTQ freedoms and rights.

Here's a list of places to lend support (to name a few): Family Equality Council Human Rights Campaign GLAD PFLAG Transgender Law Center Your local congressman, FFS

Rant over.  If you made it this far, thank you.  I owe you a fruit basket!  And feel free to engage, put me on blast if you want.  Let's have a discussion.  But if you agree with me at all, please reblog this.... just to give some folks another point of view.  

Blanket statement for those who are offended and have already called me an “asshole”, etc on their own tags:

1.  This is NOT by any stretch of the imagination an anti-shipper or anti-Destiel post.  I clearly stated that I don't have a problem with either.  And if it happened organically in the show, as opposed to under pressure?  More power to them.  And I do adore Castiel.

2.  This is NOT an anti-LGBTQ post.  Again, clearly stated throughout the post.

3.  This is NOT and never was anti-headcanon post.  We all have headcanons to some degree.   And If anyone wants to step up and tell me not to support an organization that's doing good work, just because I sunk their battleship... they can suck it.  I also belong to some of these organizations, and I'm pretty sure they're not as invested in your headcanon as you are.  And thejabberwock, I still admire your insights and posts, but am bummed that you missed the damn point of mine entirely.  Per your request, I have removed your association from the original post.

4.  This IS an anti-harassment post, directed at individuals who have taken this ship so far, that they've tainted the word and the concept for almost everyone else with their shitty, pushy behavior.  If this describes you?   I'm happy to have offended you.

5.  This IS an anti-ignorance post, directed at individuals who are presented with facts and reliable data from the writers, the actors and the episodes themselves, yet refuse to acknowledge anything out of their own headcanon.  Who insist on "knowing the truth" and using that arrogance to try to *Out* the characters, *Out* the actors and use threats and insults towards anyone who disagrees.  If you thought I was talking to you directly, after reading that?  I probably was.

6.  This IS an anti-misinformation campaign post aimed at clearing up some common misconceptions.

Lastly, reading comprehension is really crucial here.  I know it was a lot to read, I apologize for that. But if you're skimming through and picking and choosing something to be offended over, and continuing to feel personally persecuted regardless of whether or not that's the reality... rather than reading and understanding the entire message?  Well, there's nothing more I can say or do.  

[awed-frog]

Hey! So obviously everyone loved the episode last night - there was just so much destiel feels in there it's enough to fill up an entire football stadium. BUT I keep thinking that the writers might be trying to set Cas and Kelly up, because you know, it's supernatural, and I just feel like the possibility of destiel going canon is too good to be true. I mean, Kelly is great, but it would be the worst romance ever - weird and force and kinda cringey. Maybe I'm paranoid, idk. What do you think?

(via @anon) Idk if i like where this story is going… i dont want to see cas kelly baby stories and him raising the child :/ i want cas with the brothers :(

Hi - I’m squishing these two asks together, hope you guys see it. :)

The Nephilim: what’s next?

Look, the thing is - maybe the Nephilim will die in the finale, or maybe he’ll be the Big Thing in S13 - we still don’t know. What we do know, on the other hand, is that it would be very hard to work him into the story in a way that’ll keep Cas away from Sam and Dean. Like, you know - from a narrative point of view, what do you do with this thing?

Option 1 It’s born and it grows at a normal human rate. If this happens, the Nephilim will have no place whatsoever in the show, because babies are both hard to work with and boring boring boring, and as much as we, the demented viewers, want to see Dean and Cas making nonsense noises and cooing at this second Antichrist, it’s not going to happen. If this is where they’re going, we’ll have a Jesse situation: the Nephilim will be carted off to live with some other hunter (not Cas, because Cas is one of the main characters and is needed elsewhere), and we’ll never hear from him again. 

Option 2 It’s born and grows Amara-style, turning from adorable creepy baby who moves stuff with his mind to overly attractive teenager who winks at Dean and makes him uncomfortable. I hope they’ll avoid this narrative, because we’ve seen the exact same thing last year, but if they do something like that -

Option 2a If the Nephilim is a bad guy, he’ll probably become S13′s Big Baddie, and Cas will have no reason to stick with him, so we’ll have the usual ‘only you can break me free from this mind control spell but nobody knows why’ trope and TFW will spend the rest of the season staring gloomily into space and wondering how to kill a semi-god, again.

Option 2b If the Nephilim is a good guy, he’s gone. There is simply no way they can keep around an allpowerful and benign deity without having massive problems. This is why they keep hurting Cas, remember?, because if Cas had his wings and his courage and his cold logic and his angelic self-confidence, Sam and Dean could spend their days playing beer pong in the Bunker. Cas would simply teleport himself wherever a monster has been spotted, look around with his x-ray vision, and then lift a finger and make a whole abandoned neighbourhood explode. And that’s it. So, well - like they did with Jesse, and even with Amara and Chuck - if this new kid is a Good Person, he’ll probably wander off on his own.

Option 2c If the Nephilim is a Gabriel-like morally grey trickster, it’s likely the Winchesters will still vote to hunt him down and kill him. They did it to Gabriel, after all, and if he hadn’t died (*wails forever*) in the war against Lucifer, I’m sure Sam, at the very least, would have gone after him. Tricksters work fine, or more than fine, as characters, but you don’t want one living in the same reality as you. Look at the messes Loki manages to whip up every couple of weeks - nope, if something is too powerful and you can’t understand how they think and feel, unfortunately the best option is to take them out. Better to be safe than sorry.

It’s still possible, at this point, that something happens and the Nephilim dies, likely with Kelly. This would make sense for a number of reasons, including that everyone except Cas, Lucifer and Kelly really wants this thing gone. The Host is gunning for him, Crowley would surely prefer he died, the BMoL (if they knew about him) would probably launch a nuclear grenade wherever Kelly is and to hell with ‘collateral damage’, and even Sam and Dean - they want to be normal and kind, but they might have no other choice, and if it comes to that, they know they must at least try to kill this child, because, yeah, NOT A CHILD, PEOPLE, and look at what happened with Amara. So maybe it’s not the Nephilim’s life that’s the big plot of next season, but his death and how it happens. We know we’re headed for some massive family conflict, and, in this sense, what’s going on with Cas is part of that. It’s those old what’s right and wrong, who’s your family, who do you trust questions Supernatural likes to throw at us, but, as we’ve seen in the past, whatever happens the endgame is what Dean just told us to our faces - him, Sam, and Cas working together, Team Free Will, because they’re better together and they’re family and that’s not gonna change, demonic baby or no demonic baby. So don’t worry too much - Cas won’t stay away for long.

Cas and Kelly: a romance in the works?

As for the romance part - I really don’t think that’s going to be a thing. I’m actually very surprised by the fact Supernatural’s gone out of its way, both in S11 and in S12, to show us that what you’d consider as ‘normal’ and ‘appropriate’ love stories aren’t a good idea at all. While we’ve seen some (brief but) wholesome examples of queer relationships, there’s usually something wrong with straight ones - from Kelly sleeping with Lucifer to those rabid people breeding in the street in The Chitters to that guy killing Sam to save his wife in Red Meat all the way down to the most glaring example - Amara’s unhealthy obsession with Dean - it seems the show is doing a lot to question the ‘normal’ way of doing things (getting married, having babies, ???, profit). 

This is not surprising, since Supernatural, despite the monsters and the occasional blurring of focus, can be really ferocious in its social critique, and the breaking down of traditional marriage, just as the current erosion of women’s rights, are just as apparent as Supernatural’s traditional motive: the deindustrialization, and death by unemployment and desperation, of rural America. Like, I know we’ve all noticed that rich people normally equal jackasses, and we all joke about the ‘abandoned factory of the week’, but watching this show from Europe, where our traditional media vision of the US is glittering cities and top models and trust fund kids sipping cocktails by the pool, is really shocking. Those rapidly depopulating towns they stop into, the motels in the middle of nowhere, and even - can’t believe they went there - some meat processing plant kept alive by human sacrifices - that’s powerful stuff, and part of the reason, I think, this show is so appealing to Republicans. And, as I said, Supernatural’s been showing the breaking down of traditional families as well - only this season, we’ve spent some time with Jody and her unusual household of stray and rejected kids, and seen Mary walk away instead of assuming her ‘appropriate’ role of stay-at-home mom for Sam and Dean. 

Cas and Kelly, I think - that’s the same pattern. Apparently, Kelly now regrets her relationship with President Whatshisface (“embarrassingly unprofessional,” she terms it) which is, again, a reversal of the traditional ‘the commoner married the prince and they lived happily ever after’ trope, because Kelly seemed happy and in love and it looked like the perfect thing, right? And we now know it wasn’t. So, again, this thing with Cas - on the surface, it could be a perfect ‘a child needs a mom and a dad’ kind of situation, but Supernatural’s message, which has gotten almost deafening over the last two seasons, is that free will and love trump all - that you shouldn’t do something just because that’s what we’ve always done - that you should queston things, find your own way, be true to who you are. So, well - Kelly is not a 1950s Stepford mom (she used to work in the White House, remember? which means she’s incredibly career-driven and most likely a shark) and Cas is no longer a mindless servant of some divine entity. It’s perhaps easier, for both of them, to go with that for a moment, because this is what they’re supposed to be - women are supposed to take care of children and be mothers even if it kills them, and angels are supposed to be fully dedicated to the mission and follow orders no matter the price - but the truth is, we have free will. We can decide who we want to be, and this is why Cas and Kelly teaming up rings so wrong and will never be framed in a positive light. So, again - whether Destiel becomes canon or not, Cas’ place is with the Winchesters, and this is just one more obstacle to overcome. That it takes the shape of that traditional family Cas was encouraged to form as a human and Dean can never give him (the pretty wife and the chubby baby), well, that was unnecessary and yet another fuck you to legally enforced normativity.

[viralnewstime]

Never have streaming services seemed more crucial to our collective consciousness than right now. In these uncertain times, we’re all looking for a way to escape, whether it’s through home workouts, baking, or something a little more thrilling.

Thankfully Aussie legend Stan has the goods with a slew of brand new thriller releases. So dim the lights, grab a bowl of movie-grade popcorn and get ready to stay in, sit back and enjoy.

Penny Dreadful: City of Angels

What: A spiritual descendent of the original Penny Dreadful story, the brand new series Penny Dreadful: City of Angels is a twisting, supernatural crime caper set in 1938 Los Angeles – a time and place deeply infused with social and political tension.

When a grisly murder shocks the city of Los Angeles, Detective Tiago Vega (Daniel Zavatto) and his partner Lewis Michener (Nathan Lane) find themselves embroiled in an epic story that reflects the rich history of Los Angeles: from the building of the city’s first freeways and its deep traditions of Mexican-American folklore to the dangerous espionage actions of the Third Reich and the rise of radio evangelism. Before too long Tiago and his family are grappling with powerful forces that threaten to tear them apart. 

Why should you watch it? If the action-packed trailer alone, with its sinister lighting, old-school gangster guns, grizzled but dreamy detectives, explosions, horror, occult references and supernatural undertones isn’t enough to convince you, then consider this: one of the TWO major battles the show is built around sees Magda (Natalie Dormer) face off against the literal personification of death Santa Muerte (Lorenza Izzo) who just so happens to be her sister! It’s the demonic family feud we’ve all been waiting for, and the city of sinners is the perfect place for it to go down. 

If Penny Dreadful: City of Angels was a band it would be:  Slipknot (there’s a LOT going on and it’s ALL awesome) 

When to watch: Right now, right here.

The Gloaming

What: A powerful and provocative crime thriller set against the surreal landscapes of Tasmania, and from The Kettering Incident creator Vicki Madden, the Stan Original Series The Gloaming is a crime TV masterpiece not to be missed. When an unidentified woman is found brutally murdered, Detective Molly McGee (Emma Booth) uncovers chilling evidence that links the body to an unsolved crime from over two decades ago. Driven to finally get both the truth and justice, Molly teams up with ex-partner and old-flame Alex O’Connell (Ewen Leslie), only to be thrown headfirst into a murder mystery that rapidly goes from routine investigation to something much more insidious. As political corruption and shady business intertwine with sinister crimes and occult practices, The Gloaming becomes a genuinely unsettling puzzle.

Why should you watch it? If the above paragraph wasn’t enough to convince you, consider this: self-isolation has likely taken your brain to some strange and dark places this month, but none of them will be as deeply disturbing, unsettling and unexpected as the events depicted in The Gloaming. This is the type of murder mystery that will keep you awake until you’ve binged it all in one day, and the pay-off is absolutely worth it. It also scores bonus points for a stellar cast, the gorgeously ominous fog-covered Tasmanian scenery and the episode titles, which are all amazing (eg. The Mark of the Witch).

If The Gloaming was a band it would be: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

When to watch: This one is perfect for when you want to escape into the great outdoors (and not just for some essential exercise). Every episode of this Stan Original Series dropped as part of the platform’s massive summer line up, so you can jump right in. 

Better Call Saul

What: Joining the universe of Breaking Bad, one of television’s most critically acclaimed shows, Better Call Saul is a darkly comedic crime series centred on Walter White’s criminal/lawyer, and tracks his transformation from small-town attorney James ‘Jimmy’ McGill (Bob Odenkirk) into the dodgy, lowlife, scam artist, alter-ego, Saul Goodman. 

Set six years before Breaking Bad kicks off, Better Call Saul gifts viewers a front-row seat to the series of extraordinary, and extraordinarily tragic, events that forged one of television’s most truly despicable beings. Set in Albuquerque, New Mexico, we get inside the mind of McGill as he takes on a job as the lawyer for a former police officer whose skills allow him to enter the criminal underworld.  

Why should you watch it?  If for some reason the prospect of another five seasons of critically acclaimed TV featuring Bob Odenkirk as he becomes Saul Goodman wasn’t enough reason for you to watch alone, the welcome return of fellow Breaking Bad alumni Jonathan Banks as hitman Mike Ehrmantraut, and malevolent chicken king Gus Fring played by Giancarlo Esposito, should do the trick. Simply put, if you were addicted to the greatest television show ever made (or just like good TV), then you better watch Saul. If Better Call Saul was a band who would it be? Kyuss 

When to watch:  Every episode of all FIVE seasons are available right now, so get streaming before the final season drops next year and we say goodbye forever. Bonus: If you’ve never seen Breaking Bad, you can also stream every episode of the series  – there’s a solid month of self-isolation viewing sorted!

The Little Drummer Girl

What: Based on John le Carré’s best-selling literary masterpiece, The Little Drummer Girl is an immersive thriller series about a  fiery actress who, upon meeting a mysterious stranger in Greece, is drawn into a high-stakes international espionage operation.

Set in the late 1970s, the pulsating drama stars the fantastic Florence Pugh as Charlie, the unfulfilled British actress and idealist whose resolve is tested after she meets Alexander Skarsgard’s Becker while on holiday. It quickly becomes apparent that his intentions are not what they seem, and their encounter entangles her in a complex plot devised by the spy mastermind Kurtz, played by the incomparable Michael Shannon. Charlie takes on the role of a lifetime as a double agent in the ‘Theatre of the Real’, but despite her natural mastery for the task at hand, she increasingly finds herself inexorably drawn into a dangerous world of duplicity and compromised humanity.

Why should you watch it? The Little Drummer Girl blurs the fine lines between love and hate; truth and fiction; and right and wrong, and will leave you in a state of near-constant suspense as layers upon layers of depth and intrigue are added each episode. And thanks to the international settings, it’ll feel like you’ve taken a trip to the other side of the world, multiple times, without ever leaving your house. 

If The Little Drummer Girl was a band who would it be? Placebo 

When to watch: All episodes of the thrilling British miniseries are available to stream right now.

Supernatural

What: When Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) Winchester were children, they lost their mother to a mysterious and demonic supernatural force. All grown up, the brothers embrace their inner Buffy as they traverse the country seeking truth, vengeance, and their missing supernatural hunting father, kicking the ass of whatever force, human or otherwise, dares try to intervene.

Along the way, Sam begins to develop disturbing powers, including the ability to see graphic visualisations of people’s deaths before they happen. It’s these premonitions that then give additional purpose to the Winchester brothers’ quest as they try to prevent these lives being lost

Why should you watch it?  Put simply, Supernatural is one of the best shows of its genre ever made. With a Rotten Tomatoes score of 93% across 14 (yes 14!) seasons, it’s a genuine masterclass in TV worldbuilding, with every episode playing a crucial role in the telling of a truly epic paranormal tale that expertly blends horror, mystery, drama and thriller conventions into one supernaturally good show. 

If Supernatural was a band who would it be? Coheed and Cambria

When to watch: When you feel like some sibling bonding time, tuck into all 14 seasons of this iconic series on Stan.

Parasite

What: A pitch-black modern fairytale thriller, Parasite follows the near destitute and increasingly desperate Kim family as they infiltrate the ludicrously wealthy Park family, one lowly service job at a time, in a calculated effort to survive. A symbiotic relationship is forged, yet beneath the surface a parasite dwells, feeding on greed and class-discrimination, threatening to expose the truth. 

Parasite is a film best enjoyed without any further context, so we’re not going to spoil the plot any more – all we’ll say is you’ve never seen a film t like it, and it’s very likely that once you’ve seen it, you’ll never be the same again.

Why should you watch it? After winning 4 Academy Awards, including the historic accolade of being the first foreign-language film to ever win ‘Best Picture’, and the Palme d’Or at Cannes, Parasite is South Korean director/writer Bong Joon-Ho’s (The Host, Snowpiercer, Okja) masterpiece. Perfectly cast and brilliantly layered, every single shot, plot twist and piece of dialogue uttered in Parasite is absolutely essential in adding to the omnipresent suspense. It’s funny, haunting and thrilling all at once, but the scariest and most shocking quality of all is just how POSSIBLE it seems. This is a movie that will haunt not just your nightmares, but your daydreams as well. Stop reading this, and watch it immediately. That 99% Rotten Tomatoes score didn’t get there by accident.

If Parasite was a band what would it be? Envy

When to watch: After being fast-tracked from cinemas, Parasite is already available to stream so get to it – just make sure you’re emotionally prepared. 

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