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i-make-fun-of-spn-characters · 3 years ago

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I feel like you've given most spn related things some lil spice but I always love the spice on this : hot spicy take on the "Dean is the most horrible character and ruins everyone's life and Sam and Cas are poor little meow meows who only do bad things sometimes because tyran Dean farted in their direction" takes that are not really only said by anti-Dean peeps ? Obsessed with that incredible thesis and would love the added spice ❤

SPICY HOT HOT GHOST PEPPERS CAROLINA REAPERS HELP I'M BURNING

I really try to respect other people’s opinions, and I believe there are a wealth of ways to interpret a story, and I think that’s a deeply beautiful thing. This applies to interpretations I don't agree with and outright dislike as well. That said, some opinions are simply and objectively bad, dishonest, and/or demonstrably false, and I truly do not believe you can sit down and honestly watch through the show with an open mind about all the characters, truly pay attention to what they do, say, and believe, and come to the conclusion that this show is about an evil manipulative abusive man terrorizing his pure and sinless brother and friend. It is an interpretation built from cherry picking facts to suit an ugly, miserable theory, making Mount Everest out of a bunch of the tiny mole hills, making the worst possible presumptions of feelings and intentions, and holding characters to completely different standards in order to neatly divide them into "abused" and "abuser" in a way that, frankly, fetishizes the abused person. I despise this interpretation of the story with every fiber of my being, and I have absolutely no respect for the opinion of anyone who peddles it, regardless of who they cast as villain/victim (because people have also done this with the others—it’s just more “popular” to do it with Dean... I mean... does anyone else remember how people were shitting on Sam after his emotional reaction in 14.12? Calling him an evil abuser? Because I do).

The thing that always gets me about this take isn't just how dishonest, unfair, mean-spirited, and compassionless it is in its treatment of Dean’s feelings, circumstances, and intentions... but how deeply reductive and offensive it is toward Sam and Castiel, sucking away their identities to turn them into effigies to mourn for their sad, Stockholm syndrome-esque attachment to their "abuser". Further, it grips the heart of the show—the relationship between Sam and Dean, and then the relationship among TFW as a whole—in a tight, uncompromising fist and pulverizes it. It literally rips out the heart of the show (the RELATIONSHIPS) and replaces it with something unprepossessing of any merit: A miserable, 15 years long story about a malicious abuser getting away with terrorizing those closest to him for his entire life, while his poor abuse victims suffer through until they die for him/happy to be reunited with him because they “don’t know any better” and never ever learned better, I guess. What a stupid, sad sack of a story.

Castiel is a thousands of years old celestial being who has literally beaten Dean into the pavement under no form of mind control, and has shown over and over again that he will do whatever the hell he wants, regardless of whatever Dean thinks about being sidelined. If he thinks whatever he is doing is in Dean's best interest, he literally does not care how Dean feels about it. He will nod and smile and then fly off and swallow thousands of souls with Dean begging him not to, shove Dean out of the way to attack the big bad, leave Dean alone in Purgatory, refuse to come out of Purgatory so he can self-flagellate, fly off with the angel tablet, help Sam with the Book of the Damned, let Lucifer possess him without anyone's knowledge or agreement, come into Dean's room under the guise of apologizing for ghosting him so that he can steal The Colt out from under his pillow and murder someone, decide not to murder that person and still prevent Sam and Dean from helping by knocking them both unconscious, get himself killed, make a deal to trade his life for Jack's and never tell anyone, hide information and worries and ignore phone calls, ghost Sam and Dean, and bicker and fight with Dean as if they are a married couple. Love sickness and feelings of worthlessness (which Cas has a wealth of reasons to feel—many of which aren’t even related to Dean but to his heavenly family) are reinterpreted as the result of some sort of constant, terrorizing emotional abuse. Power and authority that Dean does not actually have is forced into his hands by these fans. Maybe listen when Cas says, “Hey—not everything is your fault.” Maybe listen when he says “I loved the whole world because of you”, calls Dean a role model, says he enjoys their conversations, offers to die with him and dies for him multiple times. Maybe treat these feelings as genuine and valid and HIS and not as the delusions of some poor manipulated baby.

Sam is framed this way even more often than Cas, and it's a damn shame, because what I typically see is this: Sam’s development into a mediator and peacemaker is twisted and reinterpreted as coming from a place of weakness and/or fear. Rationality, maturity, wisdom, and compassion are not the traits of a scared, powerless child. They are the traits of a mature adult, who has been beaten down by life, and fought and raged against his circumstances, and somehow come out of it with more kindness and understanding and strength instead of less. He has made his own decisions whenever it was possible, within the set of circumstances doled out to him. From telling his dad to go fuck himself and going to college, to getting back into hunting to avenge Jess (NOT because of Dean—Dean took him home without complaint at the end of the woman in white case), to continuing to hunt after their father died because he wanted to feel close to him (Dean was actually weirded out and sort of disgusted by this), raging and fighting to save Dean from his deal against Dean’s wishes, continuing to hunt and working with Ruby (directly against Dean’s dying wish), drinking demon blood, jumping in the cage, leaving hunting to go be with Amelia, coming back to hunting to save Kevin, fighting with Dean over what he had with Amelia and threatening to leave if Dean didn't shut his mouth, leaving Amelia to go back to hunting (Dean ultimately suggests he go back to her—Sam chooses to stay), trying to kill Benny, demanding to be the one to do The Trials and saying he is going to SURVIVE them—that being the ENTIRE POINT, losing that resolve in a fit of depression but choosing to drop the knife, demanding space from Dean (and being given it), fighting to save Demon Dean who didn’t want to be found or saved, using the Book of the Damned against Dean’s wishes, telling Charlie that this is what he wants—that he used to want normal but now all he wants is to hunt with Dean and that he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he can’t have that, unleashing the Darkness in his desperation to keep Dean with him and even saying, “I would do it again” in the aftermath, saving the town being destroyed by Amara, getting into The Cage with Lucifer, leading a team against the British Men of Letters, nurturing Jack, punching Dean in the face when he was going to sacrifice himself, leading more hunters, wielding a gun against Chuck... and that’s just some highlights. Sam Fucking Winchester does not need your bullshit about him being some sad, scared, helpless baby lorded over by mean old Dean who has never let him do anything he wants.

Yes, in the text itself, there is jealousy and resentment at times, and there is legitimate and righteous anger on Sam’s part on a few occasions. There is blame cast on Dean by Sam for some of these choices/circumstances. Some of those moments where Dean is blamed are legitimate, and some of them... frankly, are not. Within the framework of the fucked up dynamics of the way they were raised, Sam and some fans bristle when they feel Dean is casting himself as the parent he is not, but Sam also has been guilty in the past of trying to reframe himself as Dean’s child when things got tough. Neither of them is responsible for the origin of that dynamic, but they BOTH have responsibility to change it, and they both, ultimately, succeed in doing so. For Sam, his part comes in recognizing and learning to fully own his own choices. Recognizing that he is not a child, and he is certainly not Dean’s child, and it isn’t just “Mummy—loosen the grip”, but Sam has to too—not claim independence only to blame Dean for his choices when his own decisions have an ultimate outcome he is unhappy with. That is a legitimate arc that Sam goes through imo, but he comes out the other side of it, and he and Dean relate to each other much better as peers from then on—and I’d like to note that throughout the entire series, when they don’t relate as perfect peers and teammates, it isn’t always Dean “bossing Sam around”, but Sam also trying to sideline Dean and yes—boss him around. And when they lied and hurt each other and yes, even manipulated each other, Dean most certainly wasn't always the one doing the lying and hurting and manipulating. Always, always, ALWAYS, they both had an understandable point of view, and it was complex, and you could understand why they made the choices they did, even if you thought of those choices as being wrong ones.

I also would like to point out (because this is basically what I see all of the time) that Dean being hurt by someone or simply voicing his feelings or opinion is in no way abusive or manipulative. Dean is certainly charismatic and loved and his returning love and respect is often deeply desired, but he is not an actual siren, who bends people to his will simply by speaking or being. People are, in fact, able to tell him “no”, and frequently FREQUENTLY do. Further more, no one is owed his affection, his unwavering loyalty, or his trust. He has a right to his boundaries, regardless of if it makes some poor sad sap feel deprived of the “wellspring of coveted love” while he works through things. He can be hurt and angry, and he can wear his heart on his sleeve at times, and he can be flawed, and broken. [Insert Castiel's speech from 15.18 here]. So can Sam. So can Cas. None of them are manipulating each other by virtue of getting angry, feeling hurt, being traumatized, needing space, or having differing opinions or feelings. Sam didn’t punch Dean in the face in 14.12 because he's a cruel, manipulative abuser trying to force Dean under his thumb. He didn’t work behind Dean’s back with Ruby, insist on doing The Trials, beg Dean to use Doc Benton’s alchemy, use the Book of the Damned to cure Dean, pump him full of blood to cure him of being a demon despite the fact that it might kill him, or scream at him and fight him for wanting to get in the Ma’lak box because he “doesn’t respect his autonomy” and “wants to control him” and “doesn’t respect his right to his own body”. He did it because he loves him desperately, and Dean could stand to fucking hate himself less, and he fiercely wanted Dean to live even when Dean didn’t want to or couldn’t picture what that could be like. He didn’t force Dean to do anything simply by opening his mouth to voice disagreement and swaying Dean when he did so. Now reverse that.

Cas didn't beat Dean into the ground in season 5 because he wanted to terrorize him into never going against Castiel ever again. He didn’t go behind his back dozens of times, sideline him, go MIA, all because he wanted to manipulate and control Dean and punish him. He didn’t throw sassy remarks at him to shatter his self-esteem. Now reverse that.

*Breathes*

Anyway, fuck "X is abusive” interpretations.

#being serious for 5 seconds #RANTING RANTING RANTING #spicy spicy ghost pepper extract #mail

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destielharlequinchallenge · 4 years ago

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The Destiel Harlequin Challenge Master Post: 2020 Mega Bang

Participants in the 2020 Destiel Harlequin Challenge completed an amazing 20 fics and 3 sets of artwork! You can learn all about those here!

Spectre (fic by a_dusky_gold, art by aceriee)

This whole thing… this was supposed to be a fucking farce. A way to keep Nicholas Vaught occupied until the deadline he’d given Dean would run out, and he’d still get the money to send Dad to the Town Hall rehabilitation for alcoholism, because that was the goddamned deal.

There were no such things as ghosts or magic or a Book of Life. Dean knows, okay? He wasn’t the Army’s goddamned Mystery Raider for nothin’; he knows history, he knows artifacts, and he knows that the Book of Life is an ancient myth that is about as real as werewolves or vampires.

And yet.

“The Book of Life,” the man had said. Dean can’t even remember his name.

Shit, shit, shit.

Dangerous Ground by Amethystaris

Special Agents for the Department of Diplomatic Security, Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have been partners and best friends for three years, but everything changed the night Cas admitted the truth about his feelings for Dean. And when Cas was shot a few hours later, Dean felt his reluctance to get involved was vindicated.

Can a camping trip in the High Sierras save their partnership?

Honour Undressed by andimeantittosting

Among his friends, Castiel, Lord Milton is everyone’s confidant and, along with his trusted valet, the fixer of problems. But there is one secret Castiel has never shared: he is in love with his valet and has been for years.

Born in the gutters, Dean Winchester was assigned as Castiel’s batman in the war, and when Castiel travelled home to take up his title, Dean followed him as his valet. To assist Castiel, Dean is not above a little burglary or blackmail. But the one thing he wants for himself is Castiel’s heart.

When Castiel’s closest friends become the target of a blackmailer, certain truths come out. But while Dean determines to seduce Castiel, Castiel is adamant that he must resist, for if there is one rule a gentleman must follow, it is never to dally with his servant.

Havenport by BlueMasquerade

Castiel cleared space on his desk by the expedience of sweeping the previous contents to the side. He set the bundle down in the center of the surface and studied the knots in the rope before expertly untying them.

The book was old, its leather bindings cracked and crumbling. He carefully opened the cover to reveal the pages within, each hand cut, the edges beautifully deckled, the text written in pen and ink.

“This is written in ancient Enochian.” Castiel looked up, gaze narrowed. “Where did you obtain a book written in ancient Enochian?”

“Is that what it is? All I could tell is that it sure as hell isn’t English.” Mr. Winchester grinned, a dimple flashing in his cheek.

an aching in my heart by contemplativepancakes

When Dean’s best friend dies, leaving behind her daughter, Dean knows he has what it takes to give Claire the life she deserves. The problem is, they’re not related by blood, and Claire’s long lost uncle gets called to take her in. Castiel Novak was bad news when he was in highschool with Dean, and judging by his blue hair and tattoo sleeves, nothing’s changed. Castiel ran out on his family once before, and there’s no way Dean’s going to let that happen to Claire without putting up a fight.

Fools and Fate by Danica_Dust

Castiel Novak fled his coven to escape the rigid, predetermined Fate laid out for him within its confines. Desperate and alone, he took shelter in the city of Sacriloga, forsaking all magic and living off whatever he could steal. There, witches like Cas are hunted. They are feared. And they are burned.

When Jack, a young witch also on the run from his own coven, seeks out Cas’ aid, however, Cas finds that he cannot reject the boy, leaving him to his sure destruction. Especially after the newest visitor to Sacriloga makes his presence known: the legendary Hunter, Dean Winchester, who has been following Jack’s trail.

Sworn to the Men of Letters, Hunters live by one principle: thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Dean’s path was never meant to cross with Cas', but a desperate stunt and a single mistake forces them into an impossible union—holy matrimony.

The war between the witches and the Men of Letters is an ancient one and Cas' most dangerous enemies bring a Fate worse than fire. Unable to ignore his growing feelings, yet powerless to change what he is, a choice must be made.

A suffocating Fate on one hand. A precarious freedom on the other. And in between, the kind of love that makes fools of us all.

Ozone by Deancebra

A young magic user who wants desperately to live. A jaded recluse who has forgotten what living means. They’re each other’s only chance.

Dean’s wild magic is killing him. The mage guilds have given up on him, and it’s only a matter of time before he dies in a spectacular, catastrophic bang. His only hope is an exiled wizard who lives in seclusion—and is rumored to have lost his mind.

The years alone on his hilltop estate have not been good for Castiel Novak. After the magical accident that disfigured him and nearly destroyed the village, he drifts through his days, a wraith trapped in memories and depression. Until a stricken young man collapses on his driveway, one who claims Castiel is his last chance. For the first time in fifteen years, Castiel must make a choice—leave this wild mage to his fate or take him in and try to teach him, which may kill them both. The old Castiel, brash and commanding, wouldn’t have hesitated. Castiel the exile isn’t sure he can find the energy to try.

A Demon Like Him by EllenOfOz

Dean Winchester doesn’t want to be a warlock. The idea of working in a lab, channeling demonic magic into enchanted batteries is not what he wants to do with his life, but it’s a dangerous opinion to have—his father was a powerful and well-connected warlock, and Dean is expected to follow the family tradition.

His only way out is to fail the demon summoning class—failure means expulsion from the Warlock College. Despite Dean’s best efforts to fumble the summoning, it works. Although not the way anyone expects.

Dean’s demon, Castiel, is an incubus, but also a powerful mage on a mission to rebalance the magic that is being stripped from Demonside by warlocks.

Dean must choose: fail out of his final exam and turn his back on becoming a warlock, or help Castiel and graduate. But he doesn’t count on how hot the incubus is, or how close they have become in just a few days.

A Working Relationship by fangirlingtodeath513

The homes that Castiel Novak designs for Angelic Houses are to die for. They’re pristine, perfectly designed and organized, and they’ve caused more than a few bidding wars. It’s the perfect job—he’s organized, good with math, and he’s able to pick up on design trends relatively quickly. The only thing that isn’t perfect? His obnoxious older brother, Luke. Castiel’s been vying for a position on a flipping team for years now, but Luke has never even considered it. When a lecherous gossip reporter overhears an argument, they receive an offer they can’t refuse.

They’re invited to compete on Flip Off, a competition where two people flip houses and compete for the highest profit. Castiel wants the leverage a win would bring him, but he also wants to prove himself. Enter Dean Winchester, a contractor with his own team and one that’s blissfully unconnected to Angelic Houses, allowing Castiel to prove himself without any help from the family company.

The undeniable attraction between them certainly doesn’t help matters, but Castiel is resolute in his decision to make a move only after they’ve finished working together. At least, that had been his plan until Dean made him an offer he simply couldn’t refuse.

Crashing In by followyourenergy

Castiel Novak is convinced he’s the last unwillingly single person in Lupine Cove. Even Gabriel, his perpetual bachelor brother, has found love. It’s probably because Cas leads the most boring life in existence. He’s a gay man living in a rented, one-room cottage in the same small coastal town he grew up in, just getting by as the owner of the same convenience store he was practically raised in. The most excitement he gets is chatting with the locals or maybe, if he’s unlucky, oversleeping and rushing to work. So when a baby is left at the Safe Haven drop-off at the local fire station, he takes the opportunity to step in for the child temporarily, at least until suitable parents, plural, can be found.

Life certainly gets more interesting.

And it gets even more interesting when a handsome man comes crashing—literally—into his life.

Make Me Believe by GhoulsnHalos

Ten years ago, Castiel Novak’s stepfather disowned him, taking from him his place as hereditary heir to the head of the Hunter and Warrior Guild. Now, he’s a self-made, and celebrated, master gem and metal smith. Castiel doesn’t believe that the God’s decide your soulmate. Until he designs what can only be a gift fit for his soul mate, who in contradiction to the etiquette, if not the laws of Neffroen, must be a man.

Dean Winchester is convinced that he is a lowly, dumbass, no magic hunter who couldn’t possibly be on the same social scale as a Novak. So, why is it when he spots the jewelled torc in Castiel’s shop, Dean develops an obsession over the neckpiece and its creator? It can't be anything to do with the will of the Gods, no matter what anyone says, because that's baloney and Dean's not into men.

When Castiel’s long-lost brother turns up and suggests he ought to challenge their stepfather and that Dean is destined to help Castiel rule the clan, Castiel takes some convincing. The real problem is Dean. Can Castiel with the help of family and friends convince Dean of his place by Castiel’s side? Can Dean play the part everyone expects of him to help Castiel regain his rightful place in society?

Shielded Heart by JuniperJones

Arthos, the Infinite City, is a place of alien wonders and indescribable beauty—and, most importantly for Dean, it’s also halfway across the universe from his abusive ex-fiancé. He came to the city desperate for a fresh start, but he finds himself downtrodden on a world of aloof alien beings with little hope of finding his place—and a good chance of being kidnapped or killed before he can even settle in.

At least until he is saved by an irresistible alien with piercing eyes and a seductive smile.

Castiel is the living embodiment of temptation, and he makes no effort to disguise his desire for Dean. But when his past threatens to drag Dean into a dangerous underworld, Dean discovers Castiel isn’t who he claims to be. After enduring so much suffering, can Dean bear to take a leap of faith with this mysterious alien? Can he trust Castiel with not only his life, but his heart?

Stumble and Fall by Kitmistry

Castiel was raised to do one thing: serve his country, whether that was fighting a war or becoming an expert spy. But when his lover is charged with treason and executed Castiel defects. He has evidence that can destroy the KGB’s entire spy ring in New Mexico, he has names of scientists involved with atomic weapons who send information to the Soviets, and he won’t stop until he has revenge.

Putting all his trust in the Americans, Castiel finds himself under the protection of U.S. Marshal Dean Winchester, who is too cocky and attractive for his own good, but at least seems to know what he’s doing.

When a routine transfer to a safehouse goes horribly wrong, Castiel and Dean narrowly escape with their lives. With the Marshals compromised and Castiel being framed for murder, he and Dean are on the run from KGB and law enforcement alike. They have no one to trust except each other, and nowhere to go that their enemies can’t reach.

The Shots We Don’t Take by MandalaRose

Still nursing the tatters of a broken heart and trying desperately to stave off the terror of his impending graduation, college senior Cas Novak decides it’s time to blow off a little steam. Not just any hook-up will do, however. The last thing Cas needs right now is a distraction. On the lookout for someone he can enjoy a steamy night of passion with before leaving them behind entirely, Cas thinks he’s found exactly what he needs in cocky university hockey star and well-known playboy Dean Winchester.

Dean is gorgeous, doesn’t date, and is the singular most infuriating person Cas has ever met. He’s the perfect one night stand...that is, until Dean decides he wants an instant replay of what was supposed to be a one-time event. Will Cas’ offer of friends, sans benefits, convince the arrogant love ’em and leave ’em hockey defenseman to find an easier score? Or will Dean wear down Cas’ defenses and lure the sexy nerd in the dorky trenchcoat back to his bed?

Bullets Over the Bayou (fic by mattzerella_sticks, art by dontbelasagnax)

Everyone wants Castiel Novak to quit the force, including Castiel. But he stays on despite the toxic work environment he’s surrounded by. Still believing he can do some good despite the many lines of red tape impeding him. Luckily, a pair of scissors by the name of Dean Winchester drops into his hands, and he finally feels like he can do some good.

Dean Winchester thought he would be in New Orleans for a day or two. Identify the body of his deadbeat father and then move on. No one knows he’s here. His mother and brother are blissfully unaware of the danger his father roped him into. With a parting gift of a journal, delivered to him the same day he received word about his father, Dean has become the target of a group of people who want him dead. The same people who killed his father.

Racing against the clock, can Dean and Castiel figure out what is so important about John Winchester’s journal that someone would kill for it?

Masquerade by noxsoulmate

It had begun as such a good plan; one that benefitted them both. And masquerading as Castiel Krushnic's boyfriend during the weeks of balls, galas, and charity events certainly was no hardship. With the impending end of their arrangement, though, Dean Winchester must admit that behind the mask of an aloof CEO lies a man he could fall in love with. Or maybe, he already has…

The Medium by raths_kitten

Detective Dean Winchester hates it when his Chief sends a medium to consult on his cases. But this time, the murder is closely linked to Castiel’s world and they both need to work together to solve it.

Any Semblance of Touch (fic by saltnhalo, art by c-kaeru)

1925, New York.

Dean Winchester’s life’s work is protecting the world from the supernatural relics that could destroy it. When an amulet with the power to control the tides is shipped to New York, he must intercept it before it can be used to devastating effects. This time, in order to succeed, he needs a powerful psychometric… and the only one available has sworn off the magical world altogether.

Castiel Novak’s gift comes with great risk. To protect himself, he’s become a recluse, redirecting his magic into museum research. But with the city’s fate hanging in the balance, and faced with the power of Dean’s charm and persuasion…

He can’t force himself to say no.

The Love of a Righteous Man by SargentMom573

Five years ago, Captain Dean Winchester defied his father, Senator John Winchester. With his brother Sam, and his spaceship Impala, Dean found his place among a ragtag fleet of pirates and smugglers. Their latest mission left him with a price on his head and a scar on his heart. When a surprise attack separated him from Sam and revealed a Sith weapon, he would do whatever it took to bring his brother back – even sacrifice his own happiness.

After Emperor Michael’s death broke the psychic link between them, Emperor’s Hand Castiel Novak spent years drowning his sorrows at the bottom of a barrel. Mostly sober, three years ago he found a new purpose as the Impala’s Chief Medical Officer, and Sam Winchester’s guide in the Force. And a good friend in the Impala’s gruff but kind Captain.

Dean and Castiel must work together to bring Sam home alive. But when Castiel’s last mission is exposed, will Castiel complete it and destroy any hopes Dean had for a family? Will Dean forgive Cas’ horrific purpose before it is too late? And give them both what they really want — the love of a righteous man.

SKID by spnsmile

Dean Winchester swore off love after getting dumped and fired from his job the same day. Badly drunk, he ended up balcony-hopping until a pair of hands snatched him inside a darkened room. But it's no hero, it's someone with deep voice whispering threats with a gun pointed at his back. Dean’s too drunk to deal with life but one good look at his hot assailant plus enough beer sold him to his accursed fate. The next morning, he found himself engaged to the most notorious leader of a powerful clan, Castiel Novak.

Married life in the compound for a month was not as blissful so when he could, Dean fought for that freedom. Castiel relented and as Dean tried to put the pieces of his normal life together, getting a bike messenger job and dealing with pain in the ass clients, he now also needs to deal with the dangerous presence of his very jealous and very protective husband watching over him.

Is his life ever going to get back to normal?

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namjoonknee · 4 years ago

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It had been mere months since their final confrontation with Chuck, but in that time, everything had seemingly wound down. There was a finality about it, a change in the wind, that they had all felt. In the months since, for example, Castiel had been assigned the role of designated driver more and more, as Dean had given up any pretence of pride, allowing himself to be lolled to sleep sitting in shotgun. When he did take Baby out for a drive, Dean started singing again, wild and obnoxious and carefree. All the tension assuaged away, shoulders dropped, and pace slowed and most importantly, Castiel had seen far more smiles from the man in the past year than he had in the many years prior.

This was something else though. Castiel was acutely aware of the childhood that Dean had experienced, or lack thereof. It was safe to assume, then, that the idea of a birthday celebration let alone acknowledgement, must have been as obviously absent in Dean’s life as his father had been. Which is why, when Jack had brought the idea to him and Sam, they immediately assented. If there were any people who so desperately deserved recognition and honouring, it was the Winchester brothers.

Despite Dean insisting loudly and frequently that he didn’t want his birthday to be a ‘big deal’, his eager reception to any birthday related events violently indicated the contrary. Much of Dean was like this, and it seemed that everyone in his life was well aware of the façade, so it usually worked out fine. it had only a few months for Castiel to understand this about the man after all.

On the morning of the 24th of January Castiel had found Dean arisen early, sitting in the kitchen and smiling at his phone, aftereffects of facetiming Garth and the Fitzgerald IV’s. Jody had popped in later that morning, and whilst she could only stay for an hour, having a sheriff conference to attend, it was obvious that the effort was not lost on Dean. His giddiness was also particularly apparent when he received calls from both Krissy and Claire. None of the ‘old-man’ insults thrown his way weren’t contested at all, as Dean was apparently too wrapped up in his astonishment that they had even remembered his birthday.

His cheerful disposition persisted throughout the day, and Castiel soaked it up. Staring intently at Dean (more so than usual), Castiel tried to commit his smiles to memory, persisting even when Dean had laughingly told him to ‘quit it dude, you’re freaking me out’.

This was something that Castiel hadn’t even thought to pray for, most of that was spent on just making sure the man was breathing, safe and for once not in mortal peril. Seeing Dean beam was a sucker punch to Castiel’s heart. He had been in love with Dean for so long but seeing him this happy was overwhelming. Castiel had no doubt that he had fallen, he couldn’t imagine being able to deal with the extent of his feelings a hundred years ago, let alone a millennium. He really wouldn’t have known what to do with himself. Honestly, Castiel was having a hard time keeping it together, as it were. Being an angel of the lord for longer than the existence of the Earth gave him good practise though. So, if Castiel was completely overcome with adoration, no one was the wiser.

In any case, the birthday festivities had gone wonderfully. Most of the appropriate customs had been observed, at least in Winchester fashion, which meant the substitution of cake with pie and singing with Dean’s threat that ‘if anyone so much as starts singing you won’t get any pie, got it’.

The roast dinner Jody had brought over in the morning, warmed from the oven, was sprawled out on the map room table and passed around amongst the group. Jack had bought Dean a cowboy hat keychain, which he promptly added to Baby’s keys, after pulling a delighted Jack in for a hug and ruffling his hair. Sam got the same treatment, expressing much less appreciation for it, when he slid Kurt Vonnegut’s Palm Sunday across the table towards Dean. Minutes later Dean was barking a laugh and professed his love for Eileen as he swept her up. She had produced a smuggled bottle of Midleton Very Rare, which they wasted no time pouring it out and pairing with Castiel’s cherry pie, the best pie in the country he had found. His week-long pilgrimage had been under the guise of ‘angel crap’. Thankfully, the mission was aided by his recent reacquisition of his grace, but it would have been worth it regardless, Castiel thought, as watching Dean scarf it down. When Dean emerged with whipped cream on the tip of his nose Castiel feel like it might have actually been his birthday instead.

Presently, they had just finished watching Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, the third in the marathon of cowboy movies that Dean had prepared, seemingly oblivious to the pointed albeit good natured eye roll from Sam and the bemused glances shared between Jack, Eileen and himself.

“Alright, I think I’m going to head in” Sam yawned and rose slowly.

Eileen followed suit, signing “Hope you enjoyed your birthday” to Dean who smiled softly at her and signed “thank you” back.

Castiel turned to regard the boy pressed to his side, but the steadily rise and fall of Jack’s chest and a trail of drool on the arm rest answered his question. Castiel reached over to tap Dean’s shoulder and jerked his head towards the sleeping boy. “I’ll take him up to his room” he spoke in a low voice, “when I come back, we can watch Tombstone if you’d like.”

Surely, I can count on him not being tired yet, Castiel thought, his entire plan had depended on it, on them being alone. He had waited weeks for Dean’s birthday to arrive, the timing was finally right, and Castiel had to make his move now.

Dean grinned broadly, “I’ll set it up.”

Castiel gathered Jack up and carried his son in-all-but-blood to his room. After tucking him in, Castiel made a pitstop in his own room. Reaching into his bedside drawer, Castiel retrieved the object that he’d been mulling over for weeks on end. The package was small and neatly wrapped in glossy paper. Castiel turned it over, weighing it in his palms. He had been restless for so long and yet, Castiel suddenly found himself unable to move. This is ridiculous, he thought, I am one of heaven’s fiercest warriors, I’ve averted apocalypses, faced gods and monsters alike and triumphed, I should not be scared of giving my friend a gift for his birthday. Taking a deep breath, Castiel made an attempt at summoning courage.

“Hey Cas, did you change your mind about Tombstone? I mean I know it’s not your favourite, but I’m telling you it’s not just guns and tuberculosis-”

“Dean!” Castiel jumped in alarm and juggled the present in his arms, in attempt to prevent the imminent destruction of his hopes and dreams. Composing himself, he turned to face his friend, who was stood in the open doorway.

“Hey buddy” Dean said slowly, taking in the scene with an amused smirk, “whatcha got there?”

It took a moment for Castiel’s thoughts to catch up with him and he realised, flushing, that there was nothing subtle about the way he had reacted and was continuing to react, his arms having forced themselves behind his back. Yeah, definitely the picture of an innocent man. Castiel scolded himself for his childishness, brought his hands back to his sides and sat himself down on the edge of his bed.

Dean planted himself down next to Castiel and looked at him expectantly. “Here” Castiel said, not trusting himself to speak he thrust the package into Dean’s hands, hoping, no, praying that Dean would understand.

Castiel stared at the package in Dean’s hands and watched as Dean examined it. In his periphery he saw Dean stare back up at him in apparent curiosity. Okay, that’s fine, Castiel thought, this is absolutely fine. Upon realising that Castiel was not prepared to give him either a reaction or explanation, Dean returned his attention to the gift and began unwrapping it. Dean pried it open deftly but carefully ensuring that the packaging was not ripped. After what seemed to Castiel as an eternity, Dean unveiled the gift and Cas raised his face in time to watch the widening of Dean’s eyes and realisation dawning across his own face.

“Cas’ Top 13 Zepp Traxx” Dean read faintly and matched his gaze.

“It’s a sequel,” Castiel started, looking back down at his palms, “of sorts. The mixtape you gave me was so thoughtful, Dean. And so, I just-” he was cut off by a pair of strong arms pulling him in. Castiel let go of the breath he didn’t realise he was holding and folded his arms around Dean, resting his chin on Dean’s shoulder.

“Thanks Cas” Dean whispered.

“Happy Birthday Dean.”

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There’s more to this story x

#destiel #destiel fic #destiel ficlet #spn #supernatural #post season 15 #it's shane #the mixtape

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hermywolf · 3 years ago

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ranking my favorite characters about random shit part 2

ranking my favorite characters (clarke griffin, dean winchester, fox mulder, rose tyler, newt, kaz brekker, samwise gamgee, charles xavier, bill denbrough, lord asriel, steve rogers, scott mccall, anna milton and barry berkman) about random shit. this is entirely self-indulgent

PART 2 : how many allies do they have/how powerful are their allies. basically how screwed they’d be if they had to rely on their allies to survive

1- DEAN WINCHESTER

yeah believe it or not im putting him before charles or steve. listen, listen; dean just. does this thing. in which he’ll get pretty much anyone on his side after like two conversations. ESPECIALLY incredibly powerful supernatural creatures. i mean he’s got sam, aka the second best hunter on earth, and jack, literally GOD, on his side; then obviously the dean winchester simp squad, castiel, a seraph and commander of garrisons who can get heaven to fight for him; benny, a vampire; crowley, a powerful crossroad demon and the king of hell; amara, literally THE DARKNESS HERSELF, god’s SISTER; and then there’s just SO many others who will fight for him for diverse reasons, rowena, eileen, claire, jody, donna, kaia, mary, anna, gabriel, DEATH HIMSELF was his bitch before billie, then ketch charlie kevin, he’s just got so many allies and so many are some of the most powerful creatures in the universe. i mean, jack, amara and gabriel alone are three of the most powerful beings who have ever existed, as well as billie and the other archangels but all of them are dead, and chuck but he’s also dead and even he would be on dean’s side since dean is his favorite and if it’s an actual life-threatening situation chuck would want the show to keep going. so yeah dean winchester’s got the biggest defense squad imaginable and honestly? good for him, he deserves it

2- CHARLES XAVIER

do i even have to say it? outside of his ability to. you know. literally control minds, he’s also a leader who inspires loyalty and trust, and he’s got all the x-men fighting for him, including jean and logan - and even if we’re being honest some of the brotherhood, i mean especially in the first class timeline, erik and raven would absolutely be on his side. he’s got some of the most powerful mutants of all time ready to fight for his life

3- STEVE ROGERS

I mean he’s the leader of the avengers, man. have you seen the avengers assemble scene? they were fighting against thanos there but don’t try to tell me all of them wouldn’t fight for him. he’s got the falcon, black widow and the winter soldier on his side as well as the SCARLET WITCH, CAPTAIN MARVEL, THOR, do i need to keep going. he’s got a huge reputation and everyone knows and trusts him. and as we can also see in all his movies he inspires loyalty and devotion easily so even with people he doesn’t know he can get himself a loyal army in one well-delivered speech à la captain america

4- KAZ BREKKER

while most of the people on this list (steve, scott, charles, dean, bill, newt, anna) are born leaders who inspire trust and loyalty, kaz is just. really good at blackmail and insanely smart and cruel. and he’s got an insanely scary reputation too. he’s got the crows on his side no matter what, so an amazing spy, the best sharpshooter in ketterdam, a grisha who survived parem, an ex-drüskelle, and a demolition expert; as well as now the entirety of the dregs and inej’s crew, probably. plus, he most likely has leverage on the entirety of ketterdam and more. if he got in real trouble he could probably dig out the years and years of blackmail he got stacked away and get himself allyships with anyone he wants. plus his allies are ruthless, diverse and all strategically selected

5- SCOTT MCCALL

he’s got his entire pack ready to jump to help him anytime. and really when you think about it his pack is so big and diverse, there’s all kinds of creatures/skills ready to help him, plus he’s a true alpha, any werewolf would jump to his aid. I mean let’s look at his pack, stiles, allison, lydia, derek, malia, isaac, kira, hayden, mason, corey, and then of course stilinski, deaton, melissa, chris and peter, i mean even theo... he’s got a huge pack who is extremely loyal to him and they’re all kinds of creatures too, he’s fine

6- ROSE TYLER

everyone loves rose SO much. like obviously the doctor will give his life for her without hesitation but we also got jack, mickey, jackie, and even a bunch of people she met for like a couple episodes like donna or sarah jane immediately loved her. so i think she’s ultimately got some pretty solid allies especially with her father’s wealth and torchwood’s support in the alternate reality

7- CLARKE GRIFFIN

im putting her pretty down because on one hand he’s got very powerful/devoted allies on her side, like bellamy, lexa, roan, nyilah, finn, wells, etc (the key of getting your allies to be entirely devoted and loyal to you is to make at least half of them fall in love with you OR to top them so good they’ll literally put their lives down for you because of how good it was and clarke got that down to an art) BUT they’re also like. all dead. like almost all the people i just listed are dead so. yeah she’s kinda on her own in the end but if we look at early seasons clarke before literally all of them got murdered she had skaikru, azgeda and trikru pretty much in her pocket, so three of the biggest/most technically advanced armies on EARTH ready to fight for her.

8- LORD ASRIEL

now he doesn’t have actual allies per say but he can manage to get pretty much anyone on his side through charisma, threats and promises, so he ends up steadily getting massive support from witches, angels and many others in the books. he can pretty easily get himself a bunch of followers at his side ready to die for his cause.

9-SAMWISE GAMGEE

now listen he does have a pretty solid bunch of allies, aka the entire fellowship, who they, themselves, have a bunch of allies, who have a bunch of allies. i mean homeboi’s got ARAGORN and LEGOLAS and GANDALF on his side all ready to jump to save the tiny hobbits anytime so he’ll be fine.

10- BILL DENBROUGH

he’s immediately got the losers on his side, which is a win because they’re stubborn and annoying enough that they defeated an alien demonic clown. plus they’re quite literally assembled by a divinity to destroy a demon, so they’re the perfect team to kick ass and they’ll risk their lives for each other. plus he’s got a fanbase! people read his books and watch his movies. meaning he’s probably got a pretty big part of stan twt ready to help?? idk man i just think he’ll be fine when it comes to allies

11- NEWT

he’s got the entire glade ready to jump to his aid pretty much at any time, i mean let’s be honest if there’s one person all the gladers would agree on defending it would be.. ok it would be chuck bc he’s a CHILD but otherwise it’d be newt. plus he’s alby’s second in command and even gally likes him and respects him more than he likes and respects most people, which isnt much but hey kudos for the effort. anywho yeah the entire glade would defend him i think

12- ANNA MILTON

she would’ve once had the entirety of heaven at her commands ready to smite anyone who comes close to her but now that she fell and rebelled they all want her dead so. i mean i wish i could say cas would help her but after he betrayed her im not so sure? and the winchesters well idk either, maybe, maybe not, depends whether or not the entire trying-to-kill-sam ordeal happened. gabriel might help her? idk where to put her because i don’t KNOW if cas, dean, gabriel or the angels would help her but if any of them did then even one of these is a pretty solid backup so. idk man

13- FOX MULDER

im only on season 4 but as far as i can see he’s got only scully. which is pretty solid backup, she can kick ass, but still. i guess it’s one of the downsides of everyone thinking you’re batshit insane and having the entire government out to get you because they all LOATHE YOUR GUTS SO MUCH

14- BARRY BERKMAN

I mean dude. he pretty much kills all his friends. like he could ask for chris’s help but umm well he killed him, if he’s in a bad situation oh great he’s got a friend at the police except NO he murdered her. what’s that? fuches? no barry’s literally trying to murder him as of now. sally wouldn’t help him at all. cousineau just found out barry murdered his gf. at MOST he can hope that noho hank will help but i mean he’s not much help tbh i love the guy but he’s kinda useless<3

#hermy posts #ranking my favorite characters about random shit

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pathetic-has-been-rockstar · 4 years ago

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Carols and decorations

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Square filled: singing Christmas songs

Warnings: none

Summary: When he has to put on the last touches around the bunker, Dean finds himself thinking about several things and humming holiday songs. Castiel doesn’t seem too enthusiastic about it, and Dean’s singing talent is not the only reason.

Words: 2246

This can be found on AO3, here! If you’re interested in the whole series, you just have to click here!

The atmosphere in the bunker is mostly happy and relaxed. The accident with the haunted Christmas tree has been quickly forgotten, and everything seems back to normal, as far as normal goes when a family of hunters is involved.

While you and Jack are gone to pick up chestnuts, luckily bringing Crowley along with you, Sam, Dean and Eileen are in the kitchen. They’re currently working on thinning out the endless provisions of Christmas cookies bought by Jack and Castiel along with the ugly Christmas sweaters.

When Dean catches the stares between Sam and Eileen, and he notices how their hands keep touching under the small mountain of discarded wrapping, he knows that's his cue. He grabs a handful of candies and stands up.

“Well, guys, I'll go check if Cas needs help with putting up the rest of the decorations. You stay here, we'll call if we need help.”

The happy couple barely look at him while he leaves the kitchen, mindlessly popping another candy in his mouth. He heads for the library, finding Castiel sunk in his favourite armchair, reading “A Christmas Carol”. For a second, Dean stops chewing on whatever it is in his mouth, and looks at Cas.

He looks deeply absorbed by the book, the inseparable trench coat gathered under his body, half covering him, half draping his figure. Dean feels a sudden lumps in his throat, and unconsciously wets his lips. He's done it a million times before, in every kind of situation, but the idea of calling Cas now... it bothers him.

Besides, he knew what would happen. Cas would lift his head, and he'd look at him. At the thought, Dean feels the knot in his throat getting tighter, and he's frustrated with himself. He's Cas. He's his best friend. He's the angel that's been in countless battles with him, whose eyes Dean can read as much as he can read Sam... and now he's being childish about looking at him. That won't do.

“Hey, Cas?”

Exactly like he predicted, Castiel stops looking at the page and lifts his gaze, moving his attention on Dean. The moment their eyes meet, he automatically smiles.

“Yes, Dean?”

“Uh... why are you reading?”

“I don't understand the nature of your question” Cas answers, tilting lightly his head on a side. Dean's stomach is surely making a number right now.

“I thought... uh, Metatron didn't kind of... poured every bit of human culture in your head?”

“Oh. Yes, he did, but you know I like doing things my way. Besides, Jack was asking me about Christmas stories earlier. There's a version of this book with puppets and another with... ducks, apparently?”

Dean smiles at Castiel's confusion. “Yeah, the Disney one. It's pretty good.”

“Another childhood memory I can shatter?” Castiel asks, making Dean grin like a schoolgirl.

“No, you'll have to do better than that, this time. But if you were planning on zapping me to Disneyland, I might make up some shit.”

“I never pegged you for a man who might want to go to Disneyland.”

Dean just scrolls his shoulders. “Believe me, it's not the first surprise of these holidays. Anyway... I was about to put on some decorations. Wanna help?”

The way Cas casually throws his legs off the armrest has Dean wondering about how long he needed to master his vessel to such a level of grace. He zones out for a moment, trying to think about the times he's seen him doing something graceless or even just slightly clumsy. He can't recall any, but when he comes back to reality, he finds Castiel intently observing him.

“Dean? Are you ok?”

Forcing his brain to start working again, Dean swallows hard. “I... yeah. I'm great. This way, there's a lot of stuff to do.”

“Like what?”

“We gotta... hang the lights, check the baubles in the tree, and... you know, stuff like that.”

“Fine. Any inspiration?”

A wide grin spreads on Dean's face while he answers “Yeah. I was thinking about something looking a bit like... you know, the huge one in New York, with the ice skating thing under it.”

“Don't you think it's a bit ambitious?” Castiel teases him, but he's actually slightly worried. Dean has been on a sort of Christmas high for days. He might actually try something extremely over the top.

“I stopped the Apocalypse three times, and I killed Hitler. I can deal with a Christmas tree.”

“Sure. The same Christmas tree from which I had to save you?”

Dean rolls his eyes, slightly exasperated. “Will I ever hear the end of it?”

“... would anyone in this bunker hear the end of it, if they brought along something haunted, and almost wreck the whole festivities?”

“... probably not.”

“Then probably not” Castiel states. Dean could swear that he's trying not to laugh.

“Alright, sassy pants, you know what? I don't have to stand here and be treated like this.”

“You asked for my help.”

“Yeah, to hang decorations, not to become the punchline of your jokes!”

“I'm just doing what you usually do with me. Friendly banter, right?”

Incredulous, Dean is now absolutely sure that Cas is making fun of him. He's also very surprised in finding out that he might actually find the whole thing quite pleasant. “You're getting too used to this humanity thing, you know? Get back to your book, I don't need no judgement while I hang my Christmas decorations.”

“Your decorations? You mean those Jack and I bought?”

“Shut up.”

After a couple of hours, Dean is humming Christmas songs again. He's surprised when Castiel starts humming in tune with him, and shoots him a weird look before laughing.

“Come on! I'm a great singer!” he declares, balancing some delicate glass ornament in his hand. Castiel just nods, unusually quiet.

“Guess that Emmanuel thing really stuck on you, uh?”

“The... Dean, how did you find out about that?”

Castiel stammers, looking at Dean like he just casually confessed some incredible truth. Dean has rarely seen the angel so surprised, especially when he's not even supposed to be.

“You... you were called like that, when you were a healer, after Leviathans, weren't you? We came to find you, remember?”

“... oh, that... that's correct. Yes, indeed, I was called Emmanuel. I... forgot about that.”

“Yeah? Then why did you freak out that I knew?”

“Because I didn't remember that you knew.”

“Cas, you still are a shitty liar. What are you not telling me?”

Castiel seems uncomfortable, but ultimately sighs and starts talking. “Well, that... that song you were singing... I might have been the one involved in his creation.”

“... you... what?”

“The person who wrote this... John Mason Neale. He was a pious boy, who was challenged to write a new hymn because he told the old ones in his community that he felt the old ones didn't make justice to the Lord.”

Dean seems genuinely curious and moves a hand to encourage Castiel to go on.

“So... I showed up. To help him.”

“... wait, what?”

“I was supposed to inspire him with holy visions, appropriate to his religion, of course, and... that song was the result.”

Dean scoff, incredulous. “You are telling me that you inspired one of the most... I don't know, world-spread Christmas songs of all the frickin' times, and you never once thought to tell me?”

“Dean, I also discussed poetry with Christopher Marlowe and tried to convince him not to take that deal, but you never once asked me about it.”

“... Christopher Marlowe? The... the dude who died with a knife in his eye?”

“Yes. How do you know that?”

“I dated a chick who was pretty into English literature and... and...”, Dean stammers, reading a certain annoyance in Castiel's eyes. Not the best move to talk about her, probably. “It was like... a lifetime ago. High school, go figures. It just stuck.”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“So... is that why you picked the name Emmanuel after you came back from the Leviathans thing?”

Castiel tilts his head, almost surprised. He never made that connection. “I don't know, actually. It must have been set somewhere in my memory. I couldn't remember anything, but that name just felt... right. It must have been called in joy and devotion, to stick so deeply.”

The notion that Castiel remembered the name some random guy gave him centuries ago, and not the one he used around him, makes Dean feel terrible.

“Well... I hope next time you have an amnesia you can remember your name, after all that we've been through together.”

“What do you think I'm implying here, Dean?” Castiel's question is asked with an unusual kindness, almost with care. It catches Dean by surprise, and forces him to articulate his thoughts.

“I don't know. That you forgot your name because we never used it with enough... reverence, or devotion, or whatever else?”

“I surely wasn't implying anything like that.”

“Well, it sounded a lot like it, actually.”

Castiel must make a real effort to stop himself from smiling. Of all the new things that are happening, seeing Dean uncomfortable around him might be the most surprising.

“Dean... you're being needlessly defensive. I have no idea why that name stuck with me, but I was just referring to the fact that, for about three hundred years, that hymn that I inspired has been sung all around the world, to sing praise of my Father. Can you understand what I was trying to say, now?”

Of course Cas was talking about a bigger picture. Of course he made a fool of himself. “... I think so.”

Castiel puts a hand on Dean's shoulder, squeezing lightly, prompting a curious stare. “Dean... I understand. I know what you've been through, and I know what you are trying to do. This new world, this new life... it's strange. Even for me. It's difficult to think that the absentee father I praised my whole existence is not what I thought I'd be...”

Fighting the lump forming in his throat, Dean scoffs, thinking about his own father. “Eh. You'll survive that one.”

“... and it's almost impossible to understand that we truly and well overpowered God himself. If these events are almost out of my comprehension, I understand that they must be even more unsettling for you. But that's not all, isn't it?”

Dean lets out a strangled sound, followed by an incoherent mumble, from which Cas can only make out “change”, “family” and “safety”. He nods and goes on.

“Adjusting to something new, learning new things about yourself... it can be hard.”

Suddenly awkward, Dean snaps at him, but he doesn't pull back or shy away from the reassuring touch on his shoulder. The awkwardness has shifted to something else. Frustration. Confusion, and, most of all... impatience.

“Cas, you plan on gettin' somewhere or just on my nerves? I'm not Jack. I don't need pep talk.”

“Sure. I'm just saying... don't be too hard on yourself. The whole world changed. If you changed along with it... it would be natural. Perhaps even better. I, personally, am very curious to see the new Dean Winchester.”

“... yeah, I don't know, man. I doubt it'll be a showstopper.”

“Showstopper was the starting point, Dean.”

Just while Dean's cheeks turn to a bright red and his jaw drops a little, Castiel presses a light kiss on his unshaven cheek before drawing back just as quickly.

“Come on, we have many things to do.”

Dean is spared from finding some adequate response to Castiel's gesture by the door of the bunker opening. An instant later, an overly excited Jack rushes down the stairs, holding a basket and running to Dean and Castiel.

He shoves the basket in Castiel's hands and proudly beams at him and Dean.

“Chestnuts!”

Cas nods, looking down at the basket. “Yes, I see that.”

“I picked them up! And I petted a hellhound! Two, actually.”

Dean looks at him, surprised. “You did what?”

“I picked up chestnuts! And we roasted them, too! Have you ever tried them? We could roast them. Maybe lighting a fire outside?”

“No, Jack, go back to the hellhound thing, please.”

“Oh, yeah. Crowley brought his two along, and I played with them. Y/N did, too.”

Dean groans, seeing you and Crowley walking back inside together. He snaps at him as soon as you two move closer, joining Jack.

“Crowley! Hellhounds? Really?”

Imperturbable as ever, Crowley speaks. “Pets are excellent to help children with their development, Squirrel. Everyone knows that.”

“Pets! Regular animals! Not... Cerberus!” It's clear that Dean's nerves come from something else, but you're all far too used to those little outbursts.

“You'll be happy to know that both Juliet and Banquo only have one head each. They're perfectly trained and capable of behaving properly. Perhaps I might interest you in some sessions, Squirrels? Your manners might improve...”

Dean seems about to leash out, but instead he shoots you a deadly glare

“Damn kid, I hope you know what you're doing” is all that he mutters before turning tail and marching away, followed by Castiel.

Too surprised by that jab, you just head to the kitchen to get some water, hoping that Crowley didn't notice your surprise at Dean's words. On his part, Crowley chuckles and looks at you walking away. He then places a hand on Jack's shoulder.

“Come on boy, let's see how we can poke some fun at your fathers. All in good spirit, naturally.”

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#spn #spnchristmasbingo #christmas songs #dean x castiel #fluff #men of letters bunker #everyone is a bit of a moron #dean is having thoughts and feels #christmas fluff

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crashdevlin · 5 years ago

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Threesomes and Moresomes x Reader

Completed stories/series marked with an **, All stories/series contain smut unless otherwise noted.

Wildest Dreams- (Sam x reader, Dean x reader, John x Reader…no Wincest) Y/n is a young ex-hunter looking for something to alleviate her boredom when three legends walk into the bar she’s hanging in. **

New Romantics- (Sequel to Wildest Dreams) Dean told y/n that she’d pick up the machete and rock salt again, but he’s surprised to see her at Harvelle’s Roadhouse less than a year later. She’s nervous to tell him and Sam the catalyst for her to start hunting again.

Fool Me Twice- (a/b/o, Sam x reader and Dean x reader) (Sequel to Fate’s Fool) Reader is Dean’s Omega, Dean becomes a demon. The demon reveals a plan that Dean implemented to try to make sure everyone got their happy ever after… and it’s kinda fucked up. **

Fool For Love- (a/b/o, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader) Part three of the Fool For Love series. Sam and Dean react very differently to Y/n new circumstances.

Hearts Entwined Series- (Sam x Witch!Reader, Dean x Witch!Reader) Y/n is a Wiccan from the French Mistake universe who finds herself in the Supernatural universe after finishing a spell. She’s not a fan, but she quickly sees the new place for what it is; a world with real magic. But real magic comes with real consequences. [ON HIATUS]

The Geometry Series- (Destiel x Reader, Dean x Reader, Cas x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, Sam x Reader) Y/n is a hunter and a powerful white witch. She’s also sometimes lover to Dean Winchester and her high school best friend, Castiel. A powerful witch is a nuclear option everybody wants and some will do anything to get her. [ON HIATUS]

I Never- (Sam x Reader x Dean no wincest) Y/n is a hunter who begrudgingly asks the Winchesters for help. The Winchesters don’t understand why she hates them when she doesn’t even know them, so Dean suggests a drinking game to get to know each other. **

It’s Not Christmas- (A/B/O Dynamics) Y/n is the Winchesters’ Omega. It’s her first winter in the bunker and she’s not happy with the lack of holiday cheer in her new home. <Smutless> **

Well-Trained- (Dean x Gabriel x Reader) Y/n’s boyfriends take her to get her anti-possession tattoo. <Smutless, Just Kinky>**

Stutter- (Demon!Dean x Witch!Reader x Soulless!Sam) When Sam’s demon cure doesn’t work, he enlists the help of a witch, y/n, who winds up in over her head. THIS IS A DARK FIC! Dark Fic Noncon **

Blood and Water- (Sam x Sister!Reader, Dean x Twin Sister!Reader) (Sequel to On a Hiding to Nothing) Y/n and Sam Winchester finally get over the river in Egypt to find comfort and pleasure in each other, but when they discover Dean is not dead as they thought and their mother, Mary, is suddenly alive and kicking, they have to learn to hide their feelings again.

It’s Only Natural- (Dean x Twin Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader) The Winchesters didn’t have a conventional upbringing. It’s only natural that they’d be a little extra dependent upon each other. And no one’s to blame if that attachment gets a little inappropriate, right?

Follow My Lead- (Dean x Reader, Castiel x Reader, Dean x Castiel, Dean x Reader x Castiel) Dean is usually y/n’s go-to for sex when she needs to be dominated. But Dean’s a switch and sometimes he can’t be what she needs. Who better than an angel of the lord to give them what they need?**

The Best Laid Plans- (Young Alpha!John x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Winchesters x Omega!Reader) Y/n has known the Winchesters as long as she’s been living with Bobby Singer. She’s always kept her distance from the oldest Alpha, because her father didn’t like John, but was always close with Sam and Dean. When John gets attacked by a witch who shaves 20 years off of his life, it sets in motions events that affect them all for many years to come.

Cave Quid Optes- (Wishverse!Dean x Reader, Darkest Timeline!Sam x Reader, Darkest Timeline!Dean x Reader) Everything is great in 2029. Everyone is happy, life is good. What could possibly go wrong? THIS IS A DARK FIC! Dark Fic Noncon

Centerfold- (Alpha!Dean x Reader, Eventual Alpha!Sam x Reader) 16 year old Dean meets a sweet young woman in his homeroom class of his new high school. Y/n and Dean can’t get enough of each other, especially after he presents as alpha. They lose track of each other for half a lifetime until Dean opens a Playboy and sees all of a body he’s familiar with.

King and Pet Series- (Dom!Sam x Sub!Reader, BoyKing!Sam x Slave!Reader, BoyKing!Sam x Slave!Dean, BoyKing!Sam x Slave!Reader x Slave!Dean, AU!Dean x Reader) Sequel series to Doc and Sir. Y/n is very happy to be Dr. Winchester, happy to be Sam’s wife, but when Jack and Kaia send everyone into new universes, Doc is suddenly face-to-face with a very different ‘Sir’. <Non-Con/Dub-Con>

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verobatto · 6 years ago

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CAS... What do you want?

What Happiness means to an angel??

Hello fandom! I loved the last episode so much, so beautifully written by Meredith.... And in the middle of all the things that caught my attention, the moment that the Empty made that deal with Castiel was one of the most significant in the show bc, watching in retrospective Cas life, I mean the life we know about him, what would be for Castiel, this beautiful Angel of the Lord, the real happiness??

The three spheres of happiness

Ok, don't want to be very extensive here, so I just want to analyze the following graphic related to Cas.

So yeah this is too technical, but I love it!

Bc we can analyze this three dimensions in Castiel, each one of this spheres has inside a lot of aspects...

But, in resume, this three dimensions are the most important in each person, and each one should be feel fulfilled to have a plenty healthy and happy life...

Let's see this related to our favourite angel...

PHYSICAL

We can talk here about health, a healthy body is synonymous of fullness.

We had seen Castiel in full power, in healthy shape, so many times.

When we first met him, in this strong vessel, we were fascinated (as Dean) with all this power and self confidence Castiel showed us. That self confidence was translated to his presence and his vessel, so we can see here how this three spheres are connected.

We had seen Cas I'll and weak too, remembered this time...

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

When CAS was sick with power and felt all that omnipotence inside of him, his body begins to deteriorate. The illness blantant to the eye was just a reflection of how he was feeling by the inside.

The same thing we saw in season 10, and here I will mention @gneisscastiel he wrote a wonderful meta comparing grace with human blood, and that would explain Castiel lack of health in the beginning of season 10 for using grace that wasn't his.

But now... Talking about body's health, strictly, the vessel, we are seeing in season 14 he is in a good shape. So, health, I something that Cas is having well.

MENTAL

Ok, we all know things changed for Cas after meeting Dean, all his entire existence changed in a blink. He's discovery of free will amazed him but was true that it led him to make wrong decisions... And the guilt of that worked sadly in his mental state, he was so depressed in season 7, 8 and 9. Well I wasn't able to see Cas mentally leveled... Since this season, taking care of Jack and being his father and feeling he is part of this family, helped a lot to his mental health. I see him much stronger in this season than in the others.

Gif credit @stardustcas

EMOTIONAL

Ok.. here... In this sphere we can divide in family, friends and love interest.

So... Family and friends...

This is the family Cas has now, we could say the family he built with humans he met in earth, and bc he was always admiring humanity, to be in the middle of it, and to be part of it, as an Angel that protect his family, and that is loved by it, feels wonderful...

But also, the family where he came from...the angels. There's few of them... Their relationship wasn't the best for everything that Cas did as Godstiel, and then all the Metatron trouble... But in the last episode we saw this... (Even if we hate Naomi...)

Naomi said to him: " You saved us."

And wow... That happened fast but was significant. CAS... He saved Heaven... I knew the price was huge... And this sounds a little tricky... But he did it, right? Aaaand I still don't trust in Naomi 😒...

About love interest... Do I have to add something? Yes I do bc...

Gif credit @deans-top-13-zepp-traxx

As we recall to season 13, the Empty was very angry bc he was AWAKENED through Jack powers, but the origin of this was Dean mourning so hard for Cas, THE PROFOUND BOND again, so, guiding me for what she was saying... The Empty never came back to sleep since then. She/he woke up again bothered by another strong bond, Nick with Lucifer. And bc the Empty is connected with all the angels, she/he can feel the longing too. The Empty is unstable and irritating.... And who is the cause of his despair? CAS. No one came back from there, but Cas. So... This was the Empty's opportunity to revenge...

Gif set credit @angvlicmish

Ok... Pay attention to all this... First of all... Is a very horrible and perfect revenge to make Castiel suffer, that's what this entity was looking for all the way. The Empty knew Castiel will suffer if Jack was dragged to the shadows. "Are you suffering? Good!" Empty!Dumah said to him, enjoying the situation. So yes... She came for Castiel, all the way, she used Jack to make Cas say "Take me", she knew it all the way... Why would take a just half human? Bc Jack is human now... He made all this fuss bc he saw an opportunity to take revenge over Castiel... The only angel that could rid from him.

Why Empty!Dumah would say all that "the sun shine in your face" bc he saw Castiel enjoying the sun when he came back to life, and the Empty hated that.

And bc the Empty knows Castiel heart, he knows what he hates and who he loves.

Castiel has now his family reunited, as he said in 12x12, in all his large life time, knowing the Winchesters was the most important thing to him (wow)... They are all healthy and together... As @mrsaquaman187 Said in a chat when we were discussing this facts.... What else could make him happy...Heaven? Heaven being repaired? Maybe... Now he will be welcomed there, bc he saved them... So... What else? What is that thing that kept unresolved in his heart?

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

Dean. Dean and his Porfound Bond with him. Is just i looks like not be very clear to Cas... He loves him deeply... And it shows... But Dean... He has a lot of work to do with himself... This season we saw enormous progress in the improvement of the character... So I'm guessing just a little more steps here... And we will be there... Even if Cas doesn't hope anything from Dean, bc he felt he is loved just as friend. Will be a big surprise when the hunter just throw all of the things he feels for his angel. We hope so...

So here I wanted to tell you... happiness doesn't depends of one person of one aspect, there's a lot of interconnected factor that builds it. And Castiel seem to have a lot of this factors under control, some of them as family, health and mental stability, are very obvious, but to be plentiful happy you need all of them, so check the spheres... Are they complete??? What are we messing? And then we will have the answer... What else need Cas to be plentiful happy?

Wow! This was a huge disclosure I'm sorry, but... CAS is my fav character!!

Ok... Tagging some friends...

@emblue-sparks @magnificent-winged-beast @cheerstofandomfamily @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @dustythewind

And everyone who wants to discuss!

Buenos Aires December 8th 2018 6:30 pm

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a-heavenly-soldier · 6 years ago

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Between Reality And Madness | Castiel Roleplay Verse

Name: Patient Jimmy (Castiel) Novak

Species: Former Angel/Human (Angel in a few cases)

Plot: Castiel never recovered after taking Sam’s wounds from the cage. He never helped the boys beat Dick. He stayed in the psych ward, and after Meg died, he ripped his own grace, and turned into human, causing to himself more damage. That made him more dangerous for himself and everyone else and easier to manipulate. He keeps hallucinating about the boys, and how much they hate him, along with Dick Roman and the Leviathans. He attempted to suicide multiple times, but he was prevented every single time.

Best Roleplay Partners: Meg Masters, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

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Fallen and Broken | Castiel Roleplay Verse

Name: Castiel Winchester

Species: Former Angel/Human

Plot: Castiel felt that his grace started draining. He couldn’t find out why and he couldn’t find a way to stop it. When he was completely human anymore, he read in a book about Seraphims. It was written that the fallen one, would be a part of humanity and his grace would turn into a soul, because he reached the point of having human feelings as an angel. But what Castiel didn’t know was that Sam’s wounds from the cage would return because he didn’t have his grace to filter them anymore.

Best Roleplay Partners: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

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Omega!Castiel | Castiel Roleplay Verses

Name: Castiel (Cas) Novak

Species: Human Omega

Plot: Castiel was gone for years, captured in Heaven. When he returned to earth, all he could feel at start was confusion and pain. But as long as he waited for help, that much a beautiful sense grew stronger. Castiel couldn’t understand why he suddenly felt that warm and safe, but in the presence of the man, he could realize immediately that he was an Omega, and his friend was his Alpha.

Best Roleplay Partners: Alpha!Dean Winchester, Alpha!Sam Winchester.

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Enslaved and Terrified | Castiel Roleplay Verse

Name: Castiel Novak

Species: Human

Seasons: After Season 7

Family: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

“I don’t remember what was like to be me… I don’t remember being happy… I don’t remember anything else than… That I should obey my commander or he… He will hurt my family… And… He will tear me to pieces… Please… Stop it… I don’t want to feel anymore… The pain, the terror… His smile, Naomi… Please stop it… I don’t know what’s real anymore… I am not okay…”

Supernatural Verse: After Raphael returned from his fake death, he dragged Castiel back to heaven to punish him for his crimes with the Leviathans. Years passed on earth when Castiel returned in a horrible and beaten up state, terrified. His punishment in Heaven required being Raphael’s personal slave. His pet. That broke him totally and after Raphael decided to let him go under his control, Castiel is back to earth, graceless, having totally forgotten how to be himself anymore or how to think the way he used to. It would take him long to recover after what he did in heaven in order to protect the boys.

Trigger Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Attempt to Suicide, PTSD, Seizures, Mental illness, Schizophrenia

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Losing Light - Blind!Castiel | Castiel Roleplay Verse

Name: Castiel Novak

Species: Former Angel/Human

Family: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Jack

Seasons: Probably After 9

“I have been here for very long time… And suddenly… I can’t see all these miracles my father created… My whole life I was observing human’s incredible nature and now I have to accept that I won’t be able to see anything ever again? How can you say that I will get used to it? Would you?”

Supernatural Verse: Castiel, long human now, have been to a hunt with Sam and Dean. They had to go after an angel that was selling souls in hell, by stealing them from heaven. As they got him and Castiel tried to attack him, the angel, out of self-defense, lit his grace, and filled the whole room with light, blinding Castiel that was next to him. Castiel, fell to the floor as the angel disappeared, confused, with his eyes turned to white, and bleeding.

Trigger Warning: Depression, Anxiety, Panic Attacks

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AU Verse: After a car accident, Castiel was carried to a hospital. His doctor called Naomi Sheppard failed to diagnose the real problem, and his brain surgery failed. Castiel woke up, unable to see anything. They informed him that there has been a mistake and that he wouldn’t be able to see ever again. Castiel felt like he had lost his freedom. He wouldn’t be independent anymore, and he didn’t know if he had anyone to take care of him. His older brother, his high school friends? He just knew that life would be much more difficult now and he had to move on or stay back and die.

Trigger Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Seizures

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Breath Of Life | Castiel Roleplay Verse

Name: Patient James (Castiel) Novak

Species: Former Angel/Human

Seasons: Probably season 9

Family: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Bobby Singer, Gabriel, Charlie Bradbury, Mary Winchester, Claire Novak, Crowley.

“I wanted you all to know that… When I do picture myself happy… It’s with all of you. Right here. Not heaven, not anywhere. You are my home. And I don’t care how much time I have left. I love you.”

Supernatural Verse: Castiel’s grace faded and the angel had turned to a complete human. Months of training and hunting, Castiel was used to the hunter’s life, and living with Sam and Dean. Things were getting better for him, until he started feeling weaker as weeks passed. He started skipping meals, feeling sick, but everyone ignored the signs until the once soldier passed out during a vampire hunt. After being carried to the nearest hospital, the doctor told the boys that the patient James Novak was diagnosed as HIV positive years before Cas had possessed him and that Castiel was suffering from AIDS at the moment. The doctors gave him four months of life, until Cas’s system would totally break down.

Trigger warnings: Serious Illness, Depression

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AU Verse: Castiel was coming from a small town. He had never met his parents and he was living with his alcoholic uncle since he was six years old. After leaving his home -mentally and physically abused for years- when he turned to sixteen he tried to be independent and started working as a barman to the city of Seattle. He made friendships with people with the same family background as him, and started trying their habits which included lots of alcohol and drugs. In a really young age he was diagnosed as HIV positive suffering from AIDS. All the support he had from his once ‘friends’ was gone and soon Castiel appreciated his life and the people that really cared for him.

Trigger Warnings: Flashback of Mental and Physical Abuse, Drug Usage, Suffering from Serious Illness, Depression, Suicidal thoughts and attempts in Cas’s childhood

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Little Trouble | Deaged Castiel | Castiel Roleplay Verse

Name: Castiel Novak

Age: 2-3 years old

Species: Fledging-Former Angel/Human

Seasons: Anyone

Family: Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Raphael, Michael, Lucifer, Hannah, Balthazar, Chuck.

“I uanna be fwee fom hewe, I uanna be out, look bees and have honey, but my bwothes, hates me, I have to do too?”

Supernatural Verse: Castiel had been to a hunt with Sam and Dean but the hunt didn’t end well. A witch saw the power Castiel had to destroy her and turned him to a small kid before running away. Sam and Dean ended up with a kid Cas to take care, which the worst was that he had all the memories of his normal self. So as they take care of Cas, they have to find a way to reverse the spell, even if the little angel has the best time in his whole life with the two boys.

Trigger Warnings: Flashbacks of a hurtful childhood and mindcontrol in heaven, bad spelling from a toddler?

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Broken Mind, Broken Soul | Castiel Roleplay Verse

Name: Castiel Novak

Species: Human, Former Hunter

Seasons: Anyone

Family: Claire Novak (Daughter), Amelia Novak (Wife) (Dead)

“I told you, I am not insane! I am an angel of the Lord, I swear! I swear I am not insane! Call Sam and Dean, they will prove you that I am an angel, please let me go!”

Supernatural Verse: Castiel was raised by Bobby next to Sam and Dean. He was raised to be a hunter. His parents were hunters too, and had died when he was still a baby. Castiel was Sam’s and Dean’s best friend until their paths parted. Sam and Dean searched for their father and kept fighting the supernatural, while Castiel made his own family. He was still in contact with the Winchesters and helped them from time to time in their hunts. Castiel had a wonderful life, until the day that a demon broke into his house and killed his wife. Cas didn’t have the time to stop him, he could only save Claire. After that shock, Castiel lost his mind. He was convinced that he was an angel, that had fallen on earth and lost his memories of heaven. Castiel was convinced he had powers he could use for the greater good, and that put himself and his daughter in danger. Sam and Dean started taking care of Claire while they put Castiel to a mental institution, hoping the man would find himself again.

Trigger Warning: Mental Illness, Schizophrenia, Violence

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lifblogs · 4 years ago

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Castiel didn’t know when it had happened. Maybe it was when he’d been sent to Hell, and he’d seen such a beautiful soul falling to waste and destruction; and he’d saved that soul. He’d pieced his body back together. Maybe it had first begun in knowing his body, in finally seeing him on Earth. Maybe it was seeing that despair when he’d stabbed him, and wanting to do something about it. Maybe it was the way those green eyes had stared, so lost. Maybe, just maybe, Castiel had seen himself in them.

But that wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

Castiel was an angel of the Lord, a soldier. Nothing more. And he never would be anything other than that.

He couldn’t be.

And yet, he had begun to hope, just a little bit. He’d hoped as he’d learned. As he learned about the Righteous Man and what made him greater than God’s plan, as he spent time with him, and fought with him, and spoke with him, and realized that he was truly just a man; a man who made the choice to be good, to do good. He wasn’t the image the angels thought of him up in Heaven, the Righteous Man they ravenously foamed at the mouth for with their desperation for him to bring about the Apocalypse.

Castiel learned. And Castiel lost himself.

He lost himself in ways he hadn’t known were possible.

He’d fallen from Heaven, he’d become a leader, only to become the new God and die, die like his place on Earth had never been. He’d truly fallen, no longer an angel. He’d been rejected, hurt, betrayed, used, killed.

And maybe he’d begun to piece himself back together when he saw him smile. When he heard him laugh. When he heard him singing along to a Led Zeppelin track all off-key.

Maybe he’d begun to piece himself back together while he fought by his side, and bled for him.

Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters.

And maybe he’d broken whenever he left, whenever he was pushed away, whenever he couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel he realized they were all in. Little by little, he’d been chipped away, till he was alone, and aching. Till he would do anything to try and save him. And it hadn’t been enough. Castiel was starting to learn it would never be enough.

How could it be?

This was God’s universe, and they were all going to lose.

Yet, Castiel thought of those green eyes, and that smile, and that perfect laugh, and that dorky, ridiculous humor. And he thought of the life within that body he knew every inch of, inside and out. He thought of the soul that lay beneath. The soul he’d gripped tight and raised from perdition. The soul he would always save.

Looking back, he couldn’t find a single moment where it had happened. It just had. It had grown in him since their first meeting. It had always been meant to be because it was his choice. It wasn’t God’s, and his father had even said so. He hadn’t written this.

You asked, “What about all this is real?”

We are.

And then Castiel had left. He’d had to leave. No matter how badly he wanted it, he wouldn’t have found his happiness there.

Or so he’d thought.

Time was proving him wrong. He was proving him wrong. At long last.

Cas? Cas, I hope you can hear me... that wherever you are, it's not too late. I should've stopped you. You're my best friend, but I just let you go. 'Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong.

I don't know why I get so angry. I just know-- I know that it's--i-it's just always been there. And when things go bad, it just-- it comes out. And I can't--I can't stop it. No matter how--how bad I want to, I just can't stop it. And--And I--I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry it took me so long... I'm sorry it took me till now to say it. Cas, I'm--I'm so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me.

And he had heard him.

Now there was nothing left to say...

Save for one thing.

But Castiel couldn’t say it. There would be no point. With Chuck, with Amara, and Jack -- everything that was happening in the world... Castiel couldn’t say it.

Till Death had them.

Till Death was squeezing His heart, and Castiel had to carry Him. Till there was nowhere left to go, no way left to win.

And he realized, it had happened. Somehow, against everything, against God’s story, he’d found it, something an angel was never meant to find. And he realized, it was because of their first meeting. Even God had said it. Castiel was the one who had rebelled -- this Castiel -- while all the others had not. And it was because of one human, one man. One friend.

So it was the hardest, yet easiest thing to say, as Castiel stood before him, ready to finally be happy, to save him...

To tell Dean Winchester...

“I love you.”

And he did. And it was all worth it.

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Not Lost, Just Wayward

The second part of our Break The Zone Challenge collaboration with @winchesterprincessbride. The challenge was to write a two part fic with a partner and not write Sam or Dean Winchester as major players.

Summary: Claire takes on a solo hunt, but things go sideways. Will someone come to her rescue, or will she be abandoned once more?

Warnings: angst, low self-esteem, feelings of abandonment

Word Count: ~2500

Read chapter one ~ Little Girl Lost

Jen, it was a pleasure and a blast working with you on this! Thanks for being awesome! Beta’d by the amazing @kittenofdoomage.

Chapter 2 - Not Lost, Just Wayward

I felt like everyone was staring at me, and the walls were closing in. I needed to get away from this freak show and figure out my next move, so I headed back to the car. “Think, Claire, think!” What would Sam and Dean do? They would work the case! I looked over at my backpack on the seat next to me, and dumped it on the seat. I pawed through the contents until I found what I was looking for: my class schedule. I had class until 1PM today. That gave me five hours to kill until my “parents” expected me home.

I drove around until I found a diner on the other side of town far away from where the Novaks lived. Grabbing an empty notebook from my backpack, I started writing down what I knew about this weird “stepford-world”. 1) My parents were alive, and the angels never happened. 2) Alex wasn’t Alex and she didn’t know me, or Jody. 3) Henry wasn’t a vampire.

What if anything, did my current situation have to do with the case I had been working? Were angels behind this? I remembered Dean mentioning that an angel had sent him and Sam to an alternate reality once. Maybe that was what had happened here. They got to be TV stars that time, and I got stuck being a boring college student with no friends? Doesn’t that just bite!

I stopped at the town library to do some research, but it was the same as the college. No lore of any kind. No information on the occult, or monsters, just fiction. And every time I tried to search anything monster-y on the internet, I got an error message. This place sucked.

After a completely wasted afternoon where I learned nothing new, I headed home to see what fresh hell awaited me there. When I got home, Mom and Dad were in the kitchen making dinner together, whispering and laughing. Funny, I don’t remember them being this lovey before.

It was disconcerting to look at my Dad and not hear Castiel’s gravely voice come out of his mouth. My dad had been gone for so long. I did my best to be happy robo-Claire and not make them suspicious. I told them school was great and I loved my classes. BLAH BLAH BLAH. It was pretty impressive at what a skilled liar I had become in a few short years. I had learned from the best.

“Well, I have lots of….studying to do, so I’m gonna go to my room. To study.” I said awkwardly to my parents after dinner. I needed to get out of this place simply so I didn’t die of boredom. Maybe I would wake up tomorrow and I’d be back where I belonged. I fell asleep on that mound of stuffed animals dreaming of the night a demon possessed my mother, and my father gave up his body with his dying breath to be Castiel’s vessel so I didn’t have to.

Castiel’s POV

There was a slight tickling in my brain that would not stop and I knew someone was calling for me, but it was not Sam or Dean. This calling was too soft to be either Winchester, it was almost if someone was simply thinking of me.

I didn’t have time for this, I needed to find the Winchesters and Jack before it was too late. I sighed and pulled into the nearest fueling station. I turned off the sound on the mixed tape Dean had made for me and concentrated on the voice. It was definitely female. It wasn’t someone praying to me; it appeared to be a memory.

"Of course we keep our promises. Of course you have our gratitude. Your work is done, It's time for you to go home. Your real home. It's time to rest in the fields of the Lord,” the young blonde girl spoke to the dying man.

“Claire?” Jimmy questioned what he saw in front of him.

“She’s with me now, She’s chosen. It’s in her blood, as it is in yours.”

“No. Take me,” Jimmy pleaded with Castiel the angel that was possessing his little girl.

Claire! I picked up my cellular telephone and dialed Sheriff Jody Mills right away.

“Sheriff Mills? It is Castiel. I think Claire is in trouble,” I stated.

“Cas! Do you know where she is? She went off on a hunt by herself but I haven’t heard from her in hours. She called me last night and was acting strange, even for Claire. I heard her scream and the line went dead,” Jody was frantic and now I was as well.

“Jody, she isn’t far. She is in Minnesota, a town called Bird Island. She is in distress and dreamt of me. She is in danger, but she is alive,” I informed the sheriff. “You’ll need to hurry.”

“Can’t you get there faster?” she demanded.

“Jody, I apologize, but I cannot help Claire, not this time. I have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment,” I was frank.

“What the hell is more pressing than finding my daughter? I took care of her when you and the Winchesters asked me to!” Jody was irate and she had every right to be. I ran my hand over my face before telling Jody everything I knew.

“Sam and Dean are missing Jody. And Jack. They were on a case and they - they just disappeared and I can’t find them. If Jack is involved, I need to find him before Asmodeus does,” I explained.

“What do you mean Sam and Dean are missing? When were you going to tell me?” she exploded.

“It is a recent development. Jody, I will find them and bring them home. You have my word. Go get our girl, okay?” I assured her, my attempts falling short, as I sensed she was calling my, what does Dean call it? Bullshit.

“Yeah, okay. I will call you when I get her back. You do the same,” Jody disconnected and I pulled back out on the road.

Jody’s POV

I hung up on Cas and immediately dialed the only other person I knew that could help me. I just hoped she answered.

“Hi-di-ho, Jod-io! How’s it goin’?” God, she was always so chipper. All of the time.

“Hey, Donna. I - I need your help,” I sighed into the phone. “It’s Claire. How far are you from Bird Island?”

“Whatever you need, I’m there, Jodes. It’s about two hours, but with lights and sirens, I can make it in about ninety minutes. You do the same and we’ll get your girl. Don’t you worry about that,” Donna promised and I believed her. I had to.

“Thank you, Donna. I will see you soon,” I ended the call and took a moment to collect myself before I told Alex. Oh crap. Patience.

“Alex? Patience? I need you to grab your bags. We’re taking off in ten. I need you both on this with me, okay?” I told them from the doorway to Alex’s room.

“Jody, what is going on?” she asked, getting up and walking over to me.

“It’s Claire; she’s missing. Let’s go,” I instructed and walked back out. I grabbed my own go bag and made my way out to the garage. I opened my weapons locker and took a quick inventory. We had no idea what she was up against when she took this hunt. It could have been vamps, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I loaded up everything I had and packed it in the back of my cruiser and we were on the road in minutes.

I filled the girls in on the details as we drove. Alex didn’t say much, she asked a few questions, but mostly she just listened. Patience had a million questions. I had to remind myself that she wasn’t as familiar with the world of the Supernatural as Alex was. This was all new to her. Before we left, I had been able to track Claire’s car to a fleabag motel downtown. Donna was meeting us there. Claire was going to be pissed a put a locator on her car, but I would deal with that later.

All it took was a quick flash of our badges, along with Claire’s photo and the bored front desk clerk let us into her room. Most of her stuff was there, so wherever she had gone, she was planning on coming back. I was looking through the closet when Donna’s voice calling my name got my attention. “Um….heya Jodes?”

I poked my head out, and she was looking at Patience with wide eyes. Patience was staring at nothing, eyes fixed, unblinking. I had seen that look before. She was having a vision. I held up a hand to Donna. “ Hold on. She’s psychic; she’s having a vision. What did you see Patience?”

Patience blinked, and her whole body relaxed. “I saw Claire. She’s in an empty building, a warehouse, I think. Something has her, something with bright blue eyes, and drawings on it’s skin. It’s draining her blood. We have to hurry.”

Donna and I looked at each other. “Drawings on it’s skin? What does that sound like to you?” She asked me.

I thought back to a story that Sam had told me about when Dean had been captured by a Djinn, and it kept him in a dream state, showing him his dream life while it drank his blood and drained him dry.

“I think it’s a Djinn, and we need a silver knife dipped in lamb’s blood to kill it, and we don’t have much time.” I snapped, already heading for the door.

Patience had seen a sign on the building in her vision, so a quick search on the police database and I knew where we needed to go. Donna had found a butcher nearby, so we headed over there to see if he had any lamb’s blood. I stayed with the girls while Donna ran in. She came out with a brown paper bag.

“Got it! How many silver knives you got on you? I’ve got two.” She asked.

“Great! I’ve got two, so we are covered. Let’s go.”

We found the place quickly, it looked totally deserted. Donna and I had our service weapons in addition to the knives, just in case we ran into anything else on the way. We picked our way through the decaying building, but so far, there was no sign of Claire or anyone.

“This place is giving me the creeps.” Patience muttered.

I rounded a corner, and I will never forget the sight as long as I live. People were strung up from the ceiling, some in various stages of decay, all with bags of blood on poles next to them, draining directly from their necks. In the very back, I caught a flash of blonde hair. Claire!

“Oh my Lord.” Donna whispered.

“There she is!” Alex said, pointing. I felt the air move behind me, and I whirled around to see a creature with glowing blue eyes, intricate drawings all over its body charge at me and grab me by the throat and knock the blade from my hand. I struggled to breathe as I went down, and the creature lifted a glowing blue palm toward my face. “Sleep.” It whispered.

A gurgling sound escaped it’s mouth and I watched as the life went out of its eyes, slumping to the side and I took a huge, gasping breath, falling to my knees. Patience was standing behind the Djinn, chest heaving as she stared wide eyed at the blade she had just shoved into its back, tears in her big brown eyes. “Thank you.”

I rushed over to Claire, she was cold and her skin had a blue tinge to it when we got to her. Her pulse was faint but it was still there and I cried in relief. Donna checked the others but only one other person made it; the rest had already passed on.

I sent Alex for my first aid kit from the truck, and we gingerly removed the needles from their necks. We carried Claire and the other victim out to my truck. After dropping the lone survivor at the hospital, we headed back to the motel and waited.

Claire’s POV

I bolted upright, gasping for breath. In a split second, Jody was at my side, urging me to lie back down. “No, Jody, you don’t understand. We have to find the monster.”

“Kiddo, it’s gone. It’s over and you’re safe, now. I’m taking you back home,” Jody whispered and cried while she held me.

“It’s dead? You killed it?” I asked.

“I killed it,” a quiet voice sounded from the other bed. I looked over and saw Alex, Donna and another girl that I recognized from my bizarro world.

“You’re Patience?” it was more of a question than a statement.

“It’s about time you two officially meet. Claire, this is Patience Turner. Patience meet Claire Novak, my other daughter,” Jody stood, making room for Patience.

“Are you sleeping in my bed?”

“What? No!” she denied.

“Claire-Bear, no one is sleeping in your room. Patience just arrived at the house a couple days ago. She is going to be staying with us for a while. She is the reason you’re alive, Baby,” Jody told me.

“How? Are you a hunter, too?” I was almost speechless that someone who didn’t even know me, cared enough to save me.

“Oh, God no! I am psychic, but I did kill the monster, so maybe?” she laughed nervously.

“Alex, will you take my truck, maybe get some coffee and snacks for the road?” Jody held out her keys to Alex and her and Patience left the room. Donna excused herself as well.

“Jody, I had the weirdest dream. There were no monsters. My mom and dad were alive and they loved me and we were happy. But it felt wrong,” I whispered.

“It was the Djinn, Claire. They trick you into thinking you are living the perfect life; your dream life. But it’s not real,” Jody explained.

“That is the funny thing, that is the life I always wished for. Before I found out about Angels and Demons. Before Dad was Castiel’s vessel, before my mom left to find him. That is what I wanted; my family whole again. But it’s not my dream life, not anymore,” I looked up at her.

“What is your dream life now, kiddo?” she asked.

“I am living it. I have a mom and a sister that love me and I am doing what makes me happy,” I confessed to her. “You and Alex are my family now.”

“I thought I lost you, Claire,” Jody hugged me tighter than before.

“Everything was so wrong, and I just felt...lost,” I choked out.

“Not lost, just wayward,” Jody promised.

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marvel-classic-rock · 7 years ago

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Harry Potter AU Characters

This is my interpretation of what the characters would be like in the Harry Potter Universe.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes

-Blood Status: Pureblood

-Wand: Ten inches, Blackthorn, Dragon Heartstring

-Best Class(es): Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies

-House: Ravenclaw (The sorting hat had a hatstall between Ravenclaw and Slytherin but Sherlock refused to go to Slytherin because that was the house his brother, Mycroft, had been in and he refused to be in the same house as his brother)

-Patronus: Otter

-Quidditch: Uninterested Bystander

-Blood Status: Pure Blood

-Bio: Sherlock got his acceptance letter on the day his brother accepted a position in the Ministry of Magic. Overshadowing his brother’s achievement because he had shown no exceptional magical talent from an early age. But what he lacked in magical talent he made up for in intelligence. So he was sorted into Ravenclaw house. He comes off as very cold and distant and did not have many (any) friends until his third year when he met John Watson in Care of Magical Creatures after being assigned a partner. He is a pureblood and his family has a rich history in the fifteen pureblood families, although he despises the pureblood status and will often not tell people that he is related to a person of high power in the Ministry. During the First Wizarding War he joined the Order of Phoenix with John against his parents wishes and has had a rocky relationship with them since.

John Hamish Watson

-Blood Status: Muggleborn

-House: Gryffindor

-Wand: Nine inches, Rosewood, Unicorn Hair

-Best Class(es): Care of Magical Creatures, Divination

- Patronus: Hedgehog

-Quidditch: Enthusiastic Bystander

-Bio: John received his letter a week before his eleventh birthday. His parents were surprised and pleased that they had a wizard for a son, while his older sister, Harriet, was jealous. When he was sorted the hat had a hatstall between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. In the end the hat chose bravery over loyalty, and placed him in Gryffindor. He had a couple o f friends but in third year he met Sherlock Holmes in Care of Magical Creatures. After he had graduated from Hogwarts, the First Wizarding War began. He became a member of the Order of Phoenix and fought hard. He was shot in the leg by a spell that broke the bone and when it was healed, it didn’t heal right, causing him to have a limp.

Samuel Jonathan “Sam” Winchester

-Blood Status: Half-blood

-House: Ravenclaw

-Best Class: Transfiguration

-Wand: Twelve inches, Rowan, Kneazle Whiskers

-Patronus: Moose

-Quidditch: Chaser

-Bio: After Sam got his letter his father was disappointed. He did not have “normal” sons. Which caused his sons to grow apart from him and close to each other. It also caused them to distance themselves from their classmates. Sam was very studious in his years at Hogwarts and was one of the top in his class. He achieved Prefect in fifth year and got high grades in his OWLS and NEWTS. After Hogwarts he joined the Order of Phoenix and became good friends with James Potter and his wife, Lily. He was devastated when they were killed by He-who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He became the DADA professor in Harry’s second year and met the son of James and Lily twelve years after their death. When the Second Wizarding War started he valiantly gave his life in he battle of Hogwarts. Dean was devastated.

Dean Alexander Winchester

-Blood Status: Half-Blood (Mother was a witch, Father was a muggle)

-House: Gryffindor (the sorting hat barely touched his head before it called out Gryffindor)

-Best Class(es): Defense Against the Dark Arts

-Wand: Eleven inches, Cherry, Phoenix Feather

-Patronus: Squirrel

-Quidditch: Chaser

-Bio: Dean’s mother did not tell his father that she was a witch and Dean’s father only discovered her secret after she was killed by dark wizards. He hoped that his children would never become wizards and was disappointed when Dean got his letter a month before his eleventh birthday. Dean was sorted into Gryffindor before the hat even touched his head. He became a very good student in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He had some friends but he met his best friends, Castiel, in fourth year. Castiel was a third year Hufflepuff who was able to summon a full patronus at the age of thirteen. After Hogwarts he became an Auror. When the first Wizarding War started he became a member of the Order of Phoenix and hunted down Death Eaters with his brother until the end of the war.

Castiel Grigori “Cass” Scamander

-Blood Status: Half-blood

-House: Hufflepuff

-Best Class(es): Muggle Studies, Care of Magical Creatures

-Wand: Thirteen inches, Willow, Unicorn Hair

-Quidditch: Chaser

-Bio: Castiel was born to a wizard father and an overly religious muggle mother. She named him after the angel that presided over Thursdays. Castiel’s father did not tell his mother that he was a wizard until they had Castiel. This caused his mother to become angered at Cass’ father but since she did not believe in divorce she decided to stay with him, at least until Cass was old enough to take him away from his father. After Castiel got his letter for Hogwarts, three days before his eleventh birthday, his mother decided to leave them the day after he received his letter. She could not deal with having a wizard son, something she believed was one of the most evil beings in the world. Castiel was devastated to lose his mother and vowed never to fall in love or get married after she left. He had seen what the years had done to his parents and he leaving the the final knife in the coffin. He excelled at muggle studies and care of magical creatures. And he especially loved to study and take care of the magical creatures in his class. Many people said that he would become a magizoologist, like his uncle, Newt Scamander. In his third year he met Dean Winchester, a fourth year Gryffindor who was one of the chasers on their team and was fawned over by all the girls. They had a strong bond that turned into an even stronger friendship. In Castiel’s sixth year he realized that he had developed feelings for Dean but because of his promise to himself he refused to act upon those feelings. After school they kept in touch but did not see each other often. Castiel traveled the world with his uncle’s case collecting new species to add to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Jonathan Alexander “John” Mitchell

-Blood Status: Half-Blood

-House: Slytherin

-Best Class(es): Potions

-Wand: Eight inches, Ebony, Veela Hair

-Patronus: Bat

-Quidditch: Keeper

-Bio: John, known as Mitchell to his friends, got his letter the day before his eleventh birthday. Much to the surprise of his parents who did not expect anything from him because he did not show that much magical talent. His mother, a member of the noble Black family, was cast out after she married a muggleborn. She tried to divorce her husband but found out she was pregnant with John. So she is very cold and distant towards him because he is keeping her in an unhappy marriage. John was sorted into Slytherin almost immediately and thrived at Potions. He was known as one of the bad boys throughout the school. His closest friend was George Sands, a Hufflepuff, in the same year as him. After graduating Hogwarts his mother forced him to join the Dark Lord as a Death Eater and during the war he was bitten by a vampire and changed.

George Sands Jr.

-Blood Status: Pureblood

-House: Hufflepuff

-Best Class(es): Charms

-Wand: Ten inches, Hawthorn, Kelpie Hair

-Patronus: Arctic Wolf

-Quidditch: Apathetic Bystander

-Bio: George got his letter on the eve of the full moon, a full three months before his eleventh birthday, His parents were overjoyed but fearful. George had been attacked by a notorious werewolf for some offensive language his father had used in the Leaky Cauldron. Although Dumbledore assured them that he would be safe and that Hogwarts had another student with Lycanthropy. They were still worried that he would attack a classmate or faculty member. When he was sorted the hat stayed on his head for a good five minutes before it decided to place him in Hufflepuff. He excelled at Charms and became prefect in fifth year. Although he did sometimes get into trouble with Mitchell. After Hogwarts he became the DADA professor for a year and then joined the Order of Phoenix to fight the Dark Lord.

Jackson Alexander “Jack” Sparrow

-Blood Status: Half-blood

-House: Slytherin

-Best Class(es): Arithmancy

-Wand: Ten inches, Aspen, Dragon Heartstring

-Quidditch: Beater

-Bio: Jack was born to a muggleborn wizard and a pureblood witch, who was born into the Black family. He was an unusual child. He though outside the box and constantly focused on stuff that his mother would deem stupid. Jack received his letter three weeks after his eleventh birthday and both of his parents were overjoyed. When he arrived at Hogwarts, he was sorted into Slytherin for his cunning wit and deceit, inherited from his mother, that allowed him to attain his goals. He loved going to school, especially when he was able to prank other kids in Hogwarts. He gave the Marauders a run for their money. After school his parents (his mother in particular) convinced him to join the Dark Lord. He became a Death Eater for a time but renounced it after the Dark Lord fell.

Robert Franklin Jackaby (It’s a really good book, you should go check it out)

-Blood Status: Half-blood

-House: Ravenclaw

-Best Class(es): Divination

-Wand: Fifteen inches, Ash, Unicorn Hair

-Quidditch: Semi-interested Bystander

-Bio: Born to a muggle father and a witch mother, Robert from an early age showed signs of being abnormal. In the wizarding sense, at least, he talked about creatures that no one else could see and talked to “imaginary friends” that when he told his family had the same stories and names as their deceased family members. When he turned seven, his mother was killed by Death Eaters and Robert’s father tried his best to raise him in a somewhat ordinary manner. hen Robert got his letter for Hogwarts his father was pleasantly surprised but also overjoyed. He was sorted into Ravenclaw immediately and then became friends with Sherlock, who was in the same house but a year older. They both admired each other’s intellect, but Sherlock thought he was a little weird when he would sputter off about nargles or other animals that Sherlock knew were definitely not real. Not many people called him Robert, many called him Jackaby and after Hogwarts, when he began writing novels and textbooks for the Wizarding World he used the name R. F. Jackaby. He became an investigator of paranormal that could not be explained by the Wizarding World and was followed closely by a young muggleborn witch named Abigail Rook.

Bruce Oliver Wayne

-Blood Status: Half Blood

-House: Ravenclaw

-Best Class(es): Study of Ancient Runes

-Wand: Eleven inches, English Oak, Dragon Heartstring

-Quidditch: Seeker

-Bio: Born to a pureblood witch and a muggleborn wizard, Bruce was the only child in his family. Both of his parents died when he was a young boy and the muggle butler, Alfred, raised Bruce. When he turned eleven he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts. At first, Alfred was confused but then he realized what it was and told Bruce why his parents had died, protecting what they believed in. He was sorted into Ravenclaw for his intellect and tried out for the Quidditch in second year when he became seeker. After school he joined the Order of Phoenix to stop Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

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verobatto · 6 years ago

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TFW: Time to rewrite your stars.

(The Phoenix Complex in Supernatural characters development. S14 spoilers)

Hello fandom! I just wanted to write something about the exciting idea represented in this season: Growth Time.

I already wrote about this Phoenix Complex before in my "breaking jars" meta, and how Supernatural used it as character development. This season 14 is showing us how our beloved characters slowly but certainly... Are arriving to fullfill their inner circle.

Sam from the "child with demon blood" to "there won't be new king of hell"

Since the beginning, Sam was marked with this "destiny" to fulfill, written by the unfortunately events that made Mary took the wrong decision.

You could say he was "screwed", surrended by demons in disguise, controlling all his movements. It was written... This kid with demon blood should rise with Lucifer, bring the Apocalypse and rule the world.

But even so, he's Sam "fucking" Winchester, he fought against all written destiny, against all bad decisions and he sacrificed himself for the good and his own ideas and perceptions about what is good. That was a triumph, but not the only triumph he had.

We could say his destiny was OPEN HELL GATE AND MAKE HELL OF THIS WORLD. But instead of that... He tried to closed hell's gate like a brave warrior looking for redemption in season 8.

I really believe this is Sammy season too. Episode 1 showed us a huge character growth, a bright Phoenix resurfacing from the ashes, screaming to every word written about him and his destiny, that here's is where this must ended.

Gif credit @itsokaysammy

And how glorious way to closed that hateful destiny. He rules his own path. He says "ENOUGH!" To those demons, but also, to his past with them. We won't come back to those black days. He even saw his prison guard, Lucifer, died in front of him. The victory is by his side.

This path of self knowledge and self acceptance is about to end. He's not anymore this guy with so many regrets and so many incomplete desires. He even had the opportunity of reconciliation with his mother, that profund wound, healing with forgiveness.

Jack from son of Lucifer to son of Kelly Kline

What a most impossible changing destiny Jack had. The living son of Lucifer itself. What a dark path was extended in front of him. The darkest panorama.

But nevertheless... He wasn't only Lucifer's son, he was also Kelly Kline's son.

Kelly Kline erased that dark path, and brought a new one, full with kindness and love, to his son.

He's part of this family now, he was filled with goodness and firm ideas about what is worth to fight for. And he's is the youngest warrior, but not the less brave.

He even visited his grandparents and meet them. Was the reaffirmation of his human roots, his good roots, and that was huge for his self knowledge.

There's too much things for him to learn... Loosing his grace as a Nephilim was a new reborn, he's learning now how to growth again in self acceptance. But with all those dad's surrounding him, it wouldn't be so hard for him.

Castiel from Angel of the Lord to Winchester's Angel

This is an amazing transformation. And I wrote a lot of him and Dean in my other meta talking about the Breaking Jars and Slow Construction of Destiel Canon.

Here is the link

So... Everybody remembers our Badass Angel from the earliest seasons...

Both gorgeous gif credits @magnificent-winged-beast

Yes, this Angel of the Lord with a mission, with faith in the Sacred Oath and in God, with a thousands of brothers, one of the best soldiers in Heaven, changed everything for humanity. For the Winchester Family. He rewrite his Oath, traslating his faith for God, to Dean and Sam. But mostly, to Dean.

All of his bad decisions, taken with good intentions, brought him to depressed states, and always self recriminations.

As I said before, being human was cataclysm for him, and after that, being useful for the battle, slowly twisted to being just there, for his family.

In season 13 we witnessed the huge improvement of the character, if this season wasn't applicable the Phoenix Complex to Castiel, I don't know then where tu put it. Castiel started being dead, facing himself in the Darkness, and by the end of the season, he literally killed his old him, AUCastiel, the Cas that never met the Winchesters, who never fell for love.

Because he had lost everything for them, for Dean, but he also won everything with them.

And in season 14 we're in front of this Castiel. He knows where he belongs, he knows he's part of the Winchesters. And he accepts that without regrets.

IDK you guys, but I see him more human, and emotional. IDK if this bc he misses his human, or bc he IS becoming human by feeling himself as a human...

Dean, from Righteous Man to a man who must love himself

And here we're, at this point with "What do you want, Dean?" Season.

This is the most complex character of the series. Our beloved constipated hunter, needs a lot of breaking to reach the new Dean.

He has this distorted imagen of himself in which he's the Patriarchal protector, some kind of kamikaze who is willing to die and sacrifice himself as many times as necessary for his family and for save the world. He thinks he's expandable, he almost hates himself, for trying again and again to be someone he is not. To fullfil all expectations his father put on his shoulders. He must be the strong, macho, righteous man in charge of his family.

That's why I feel Michael's Possession and the new mark in the non Destiel mark shoulder, will be two strong expositions of what Dean really wants. He must learn, after so many "deaths", to accept who he's, accept what he really want inside and accept himself, then and once for all, he'll be able to love and be able to recognize that his family loves him in return. Bc he is important for them. He matters.

This is Dean's exposure season, in all the aspects. He must to look himself in the mirror, and be honest. Breaking free from his emotional prison. Is time for him to feel loved, to started to love himself, to truly love their family in a healthy way, and to love his angel without shame. I know, it looks like a long journey... But he's getting there.

Closing circles at the end of the journey

To conclude, I want to share this beautiful quote.

"And what if a piece of wood discovers that it's a violin?"

A. Rhimbaud

This is the end of every journey, to discover who are they for real. And accept and love themselves will make them free.

We are there with Sam, Jack, and Cas... We are waiting now for Dean to reach it.

As you have seen... We are almost there, I presume, after writing this meta with a little of melancholy, I could say we are arriving at the end. Of course I can be wrong, and the writers could make the cliffhanger an put reverse in every arc or just put pause, bc hey, I don't write the show, and this just are my thoughts about TFW in this story till now.

Ok! I have to make a big mention here bc @magnificent-winged-beast made those beautiful gif set from Season 4 "The rapture", and she had this accident with an electric storm and lost the work she was doing with the gifs I asked her for this meta especially, and she did it again, and she even didn't sleep the hours she should bc of this gifs and I'm so grateful with her... 😭 Your gifs are the best! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! 💖 You are awesome!!

You can share your opinions and debate, i'd love to read you!

I'm tagging some friends to discuss...

@emblue-sparks @magnificent-winged-beast @silvie111 @mrsaquaman187 @castiellover20 @lykanyouko @agusvedder @lovemesomecas94 @navajolovesdestiel

And everyone who wants to share!

Ja neeeeee!

Buenos Aires, October 23rd 2018 01:25 PM

#phoenix complex #character development in spn #character's growth in supernatural show #tfw #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #supernatural meta #my meta #s14 spoiler

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crashdevlin · 6 years ago

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Hearts Entwined-6: Light

Hearts Entwined Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is the only unfinished series I will be releasing today but you’ll be getting all six chapters of what I have over the course of today.

Summary: y/n is a Wiccan from the French Mistake universe who finds herself in the Supernatural universe after finishing a spell. She’s not a fan, but she quickly sees the new place for what it is; a world with real magic. But real magic comes with real consequences.

Pairing(s): Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, OMC x Reader

Word Count: 7326

Story Warnings: Smut, 18+ HERE BE SEX, DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!, oral sex (fem and male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, bloodplay, dub-con, sex curse, free-will fuckery. Angst.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, y/n’s backstory is full of sad, alternate universe shenanigans, mentions of drug use, fingering, oral (fem rec), unprotected sex, loving sex

"You're not Jack." Asmodeus across the throne room at you.

"No, I'm not." You answered, shortly.

"My lord, Asmodeus, I-" A demon walked into the throne room staring down at a clipboard.

"Can't you see we've got a guest, Percy? Show some respect." The Prince of Hell gestured at you and stood.

"He probably couldn't see me until you pointed me out. Low-level demons don't have perception like Princes of Hell do."

"Sir? Who's this?" The demon asked, looking at you with confusion.

"I don't, rightly, know, Percy. Let's find out."

You walked around him, surveying the room you'd only ever seen on your TV screen. "That'd be really threatening if I weren't a projection."

"And why are you projected here, miss?" Asmodeus asked, following you as you walked toward the throne.

"I -unno. I was sleeping and then something was calling me here." You walked around the back of the large, ornate wooden throne. "Are we in Needham? I really didn't expect you guys to keep using this set as a base of operations, especially with Crowley dead."

Asmodeus seemed surprised that you knew the location. "It's a good central location on Earth... and the last place the hunters would expect us to be."

You looked around the throne at him. "Well, Heaven is the last place they'd expect you to be, but okay." You ran through your mental map of the asylum and started walking away.

"Where are you-" The demon Percy started but Asmodeus just followed you as you walked through Needham Asylum, exploring. You stopped in front of two cells, one housing Castiel and one housing a depleted Lucifer. They both stood, moving to grab the bars and stare at you through them.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Cas asked as Asmodeus showed up behind you.

"Thanks for dropping my name, Cas. I was gonna Rumpelstiltskin this shit." You joked, avoiding looking at Lucifer, who was staring at you. "And I'm not really here. I'm projecting."

"I mean, this dimension. You fled back to your own world."

"A girl's allowed to change her mind, Cas. God gave us free will, didn't he?"

"You know this girl?" Asmodeus asked the angels.

"Never seen her before." Lucifer answered, but his tone, and how his eyes hadn't let your face since he saw you, told you he knew exactly who and what you were.

"She's a witch, caused significant chaos for Sam and Dean." Castiel said, obviously catching on that he shouldn't tell Asmodeus that you were a friend. "She comes from another world. After the chaos died down, she retreated back to her home world."

"And what dimension is it that you are from, Miss y/n?"

"Couldn't tell ya." You answered, truthfully. "Know where I'm going. Know where I've been, but I have no clue where I originated. I've got no memories from before I was with my fosters, but maybe I've been with them since before my brain was saving memories." You shrugged. "Who cares? I'm here now. Well, not here, but you know what I mean."

"So, were you one of Crowley's witches? That how you know of the asylum?" The demon asked. Lucifer seemed very interested in your answer, leaning ever-so-slightly closer.

"Crowley and his mother tried. I'm not interested in being controlled. I'm a free agent." You smiled. "Anyway, I really enjoyed our conversation, Colonel Sanders, but I wanna get back to my body so-"

"But why were you here in the first place, y/n? I was callin' to Jack and you showed up."

You smirked. "It's a simple matter of you being very loud in my astral environment." You looked from the cells to Asmodeus. "I'm sure if this Jack was in Kansas, he'd have heard you, too. The searching meditation thing... loud."

"Terribly sorry to disturb you, sweetheart. Have you seen Jack?"

"I met Jack Nicholson on a plane once, but I don't think that's who you're looking for."

"How astute." Asmodeus drawled.

"Thanks. I pride myself on my deductive reasoning capabilities." You chanced a look at Lucifer, catching a flash of pride on his face at your sass.

"I am looking for Jack, the Nephilim offspring of him." The demon pointed at Lucifer "You know, the most powerful being on Earth."

"Well, like Castiel said..." For some reason you couldn't place, the name came out the way Lucifer always said it, as two syllables instead of three. "I was off-world for a while. I don't know anything about a Nephilim."

"Oh, real-leh?"

"Not one that survived. Nephilim are abominations in the eyes of Heaven, right?" You gestured to Castiel. "Only because Heaven's afraid of their power, but that's a whole 'nother thing."

"For not knowin' anything about Nephilim, you sure do know a lot about how Heaven treats them." Asmodeus accused.

"I'm well-read. Also, you know, why else would Heaven have such a big problem with a little human-loving? God did say to love us, right?"

"I'm sure God wasn't thinkin' about sex when he passed down that decree." The demon said.

"I'm sure you don't know what God was thinking. You think God's too good to think about sex? Man was made in His image and men think about sex all the time. What do you know?"

"Can we not talk about my dad and sex, please?" Lucifer whined.

You chuckled but didn't look at him. You weren't sure if you were trying to keep Asmodeus from recognizing the connection between you and Lucifer, or if you were trying to deny it to Lucifer himself, but you were certain it'd be evident if you gave full attention to him. "Everyone has to confront the fact that their parents had sex at some point. I mean, it's a little different when your father is the Allfather, but whatever." You turned back to Asmodeus. "Anyway, keep your loud meditation to yourself and I won't bug you again."

"I'll do my best, witch."

You jerked as you came back to your body and Sam tightened his arm around your waist, in his sleep. Dean's hand on your hip pulled you closer to him, in response. "Guys." You whispered. They each grunted in their sleep, so you just teleported out of their grasp. That woke them.

"Hey." Sam greeted, sitting up and stretching.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked, zeroing in on your expression.

"Um... I have to... go save Castiel from Asmodeus."

"What?" Dean asked, sitting up, too.

You took a deep breath. "Asmodeus was searching for Jack, as he's wont to do, but he found me instead. I know I shouldn't have gone, but it was so loud and scratching at my brain and I... I astral projected to him and... he's got... he's got Castiel."

"Why would you go to him?" Sam asked as Dean's eyebrows scrunched together.

"Why'd you say 'Castiel' like that?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't know. It just came out like that. Cas and Lucifer are with Asmodeus."

"What do you mean, Lucifer?" Dean asked, as Sam took on a look of panic. "He's in Apocalypse World, ain't he?"

"Not anymore. He's in a cell next to Cas. I'm gonna go get Cas."

"What cell is gonna hold Lucifer?" Sam asked.

"He seemed... less. You know, like Cas when he got his Grace yanked. I wish I hadn't missed the last few weeks' episodes."

"Wait, go where? Where's Asmodeus have him? And what the hell are you thinking? You can't go there. If Asmodeus gets you-" Dean stood, looking down at you.

"He won't. I'm stronger than him. And it's not like I can leave Cas locked up in Needham Asylum. I'll be in and out before Asmodeus even knows I'm there."

"They're at Needham?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. I guess Crowley started a trend. You know how much the demons hate staying in Hell where they belong." You shook your head. "It's fine. I can do this."

"We'll come with you." Sam offered, standing.

"No, you won't. Lucifer is there." You took Sam's hand in yours. "Lucifer, who's tortured and manipulated you, who's tried to end everything. You don't need to be there, or see him. I'll bring Cas back, okay?"

"Y/n, don't go without us." Dean almost begged.

"I promise that I'll be back so quick." You said, with a smile. You went to your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around Sam's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. You pulled away and repeated the motion with Dean before disappearing. You reappeared outside the asylum, at the bottom of the stone steps. You chuckled at the warding on the door and passed through to the other side. You slipped through the halls of the asylum and down to basement, touching each ward as you passed it and smiling as they burned away.

Cas and Lucifer jumped up when you walked in front of their cells. "Y/n, why are you here?" Castiel asked, as you put your hands on the lock and pulled the door open as soon as it clicked.

"Getting rid of all these anti-angel wards and getting you out of here." You answered. You moved to put your hand on Cas' shoulder and fly off with him, but Lucifer stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

"You can't leave me here, y/n." You looked down at Lucifer's hand, then up to his face. His eyes went red and you were certain yours went gold because he smiled, brightly. "You're my daughter. I could tell the moment I saw you. You cannot leave me to rot in this cell."

"I can, and I should." You answered.

"Y/n... you're-" Castiel started. You didn't let him finish his sentence, flying Castiel to the bunker, dropping him in the war room, and immediately flying back to the asylum.

"You came back." Lucifer whispered, happily.

"I can't leave you here. For some stupid reason." You broke the wards on Lucifer's cell and he stepped out, happily.

"I knew you wouldn't let me down." You grabbed his shoulder and flew off with him. He looked up at the building you flew him to. "What's-"

"I need breakfast and coffee before I deal with you. Based on your Graceless aura, I'm gonna assume you should eat something, too. Biggerson's. Have some pie." You pulled open the door and headed inside.

Lucifer followed. "I am not Graceless." He insisted.

"Just two?" The hostess asked. You nodded and she led you and Lucifer to a booth in the corner. "Ashley is your server, she'll be right with you. Can I get you started with some drinks?"

"Two coffees." You ordered.

"I don't want-"

"Shut up, Dad." You interrupted as the hostess walked away. "Coffee is like precious ambrosia. You'll thank me later."

"Oh." Lucifer pretended to get choked up. "You called me 'Dad'."

"No point in denying I'm the daughter of the Devil, is there? My parents back home hinted at it my whole life, but I just thought they hated me." You smiled at the hostess as she dropped two coffee mugs off and a bowl of creamer.

"So, tell me everything." Lucifer demanded, happily.

"Not much to tell. I'm another version of you's daughter. I was sent from whatever dimension I was born in to a dimension where there's no Heaven or Hell, where the version of you is an actor named Mark." Lucifer seemed scandalized by the thought. "I don't know why I was sent away. Maybe because Heaven didn't know how to kill an archangel Nephilim. Regular Nephilim are hard enough to get rid of, ask Cas."

Lucifer rolled his eyes and reached across the table. "Let's go ahead and get this out of the way." His hand grasped yours and the last thing you saw before you were pulled down into your memories was his red eyes.

And then you were looking up into his vessel's blue eyes, which were cast down on you, reverently.

"She's so beautiful, isn't she? So full of my Grace and her mother's human potential. In a few years time, she will be the most powerful being in the universe, maybe as strong as her grandfather." He looked up at whomever he was addressing. "Michael would twist her soul, like he did with the souls of his demon followers. He would use her against me. He would have no qualms twisting the humanity in her so that he could use her power as a weapon."

"Do we kill her now, then, General?" A familiar male voice asked.

"No, Zachariah." Lucifer looked down at you again. "I now know a father's love. I understand why Father wanted us to love the humans; because He loved them so. Despite their flaws and the damage they cause each other and all His other creations... He loves them... I can't destroy her."

"I could." Another voice, a deep baritone one, volunteered.

"No, Uriel. I haven't called you here for that. I need someone to take her away to safety."

"Safety. Where on Earth do you think she's going to be safe, Lucifer?" A familiar female voice chimed in.

"Nowhere... on this Earth, but there are other Earths and there's one where the fight with Michael will never happen. Heaven and Hell can't battle if there's no Heaven or Hell."

"No Heaven or Hell? How would such a place-" The female started again.

"They conduct themselves much as the humans here do, Castiel, because they have faith in what they cannot see, misplaced though it may be for them." Lucifer sighed. "I need a team to take her to the other dimension and watch over her."

"Whoever goes would be unable to fight in the battle." Castiel's voice went low, like she'd been offended by the thought of not getting to fight.

"And in the interest of complete disclosure... as this universe is the epitome of the mundane, I do not believe there is a way to come back."

"We'd be stuck?" Uriel asked, anger lacing his words.

"Yes. You would be stuck, forced to live as humans, unable to fight in the Apocalypse, completely cut off from Heaven's Grace... and I would be eternally grateful and in your debt for this service."

There was silence as Lucifer looked at the trio of angels before him. "Of course we'll do this for you, sir." Came Castiel's voice, finally. "And no debt will be necessary. We're happy to serve you."

Lucifer smiled. "No, you aren't happy about it, Castiel, but you might find it in you, eventually. Here. I will begin the spell to send you, you should get used to holding Orli."

Your vision was jostled as you were passed from Lucifer's arms to the waiting arms of a brunette woman with sharp blue eyes. Castiel, or as you'd always known her 'Mom', looked down at you with disdain. "This is terrible." She whispered as your 'father' came into view, looking down at you. "I am a soldier, not a-a nursemaid."

"We're being trusted with our leader's most precious-" Zachariah began.

"We're going to have to live as hairless apes, Zachariah. We will eat and sleep and age and die with them and it is all because our General decided he needed to feel the joy of Creation before taking down Michael. How is that fair?" Uriel almost growled.

"It's not Lucifer's job to make things fair for us, you maggot. This is an honor he could've asked anyone to carry out but he turned to us. Us, his most trusted. Take it as an honor, you dumbshits."

The trio stared down at you. "She isn't light. I'll not call her 'Orli'." Castiel finally whispered. "We'll call her 'y/n'."

You gasped as you pulled out of your memories, blinking rapidly.

"I was the good guy in your dimension?" Lucifer whispered, confused.

"Never do that to me again." You insisted, pulling your hand out of his grasp.

"Well, I'm sorry, but wasn't that easier than hearing you blather on about how you don't remember anything? Now you remember something! Your parents hated you because they had to give up their celestial identity to protect you."

"I'm just realizing that I never saw my parents being any kind of affectionate... and Castiel was my mom, which is... awkward." You sighed. "And it totally explains why they wouldn't go to church with me. They wouldn't want to hear you badmouthed so much."

The server walked up and took your orders, two cheeseburgers and fries, and walked away. "How did you end up a witch if you were raised by angels? I mean, not that you could call Castiel and Zachariah prime examples of angel, but..."

"I don't even know, now. I thought my grandma started me on it, but... I don't even know who that woman was."

"So, you're a witch, but you're Castiel's friend?" Lucifer picked up the coffee mug and sniffed at it before taking a tentative sip.

"It's complicated." You answered, watching with interest as he took another sip followed by a gulp.

"Complicated? I'm your father, but not your father. I'm evil but I'm also a savior. You're an angel and also a witch. You think I can't handle complicated?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Who are you a savior to?" You took a deep drink from your mug and set it down. "I am involved with the Winchesters so knowing Castiel, this Castiel, is unavoidable."

"Involved?" You could see the whine coming before he put his own mug on the table and slumped his shoulders. "Tell me you haven't allowed one of those birdbrained cretins to touch you."

"That's really none of your business, Dad."

"Oh, my Dad. Which one was it?" You avoided his gaze, knowing he could see the truth in your eyes if he caught them. He huffed out an angry breath and leaned back against the booth seat. "I honestly don't know which one would be worse. Sam, with his self-righteous bullshit or Dean, with his self-hatred and both of them, both of them, think they're so freaking special. Just, what, 'cause Dad wrote about 'em? Dad only wrote about them because-"

"Shut up." You demanded, looking across the table at him. He stopped his whining rant and looked at you. "Grandpa wrote about them because they're special, not the other way around. They are intelligent, handsome, brave and they have pushed through a million things that would have destroyed lesser men, including literal Hell for both of them. I'm blessed to have gotten either of their attention and fortunate enough to have gotten the love of both of them. You're the fuckin' Devil, you aren't gonna make me feel bad about my relationship status."

"You're with... both of them?" Lucifer asked, picking up his mug again.

"I said it's complicated, didn't I?"

"You know I hate them, right? And they hate me? Your boyfriends hate your father." He reiterated. "They want to send me back to the Cage."

"If you could handle being on Earth without trying to kill all humans and take everything over, maybe they wouldn't be so bent on sending you back to where God sent you."

"I wasn't trying to murder Dad's faves last year, was I? No, I was just trying to bask in some of the love and attention that I have been, historically, deprived. Then, here comes Castiel and Crowley, the little worm, to end my fun."

"This is when you were Rick Springfield, right?"

"Who? I was wearing Vince Vincente."

"I know. But you know, a single Jessie's Girl reference would've been amazing." You joked.

"What? Anyway..." Lucifer waved away the confusion and continued. "I was just having some fun. No big plan, no mass genocide, just a bit of-"

A phone started going off in your jacket pocket and when you pulled it out the screen said 'Sam'. "When did they plant this on me?" You whispered, answering it. "Hey, Sam."

"Where've you been? Cas has been back for almost half an hour and you're nowhere to be seen."

"Lucifer escaped." You lied. It flowed out so easily that it almost didn't feel like a lie when you said it. "I went back to put the enochian wards back up and he was gone. It's all my fault, Sam. I have to find him."

There was silence on the other end of the phone as Lucifer gave a proud look across the table at you. Sam cleared his throat. "It's not your fault, y/n. Lucifer, he's an opportunist. As soon as you broke those wards, he was probably thinking about how to get out of that cell. Why don't you come back? We'll regroup and look for him, together."

"Gimme an hour, Sammy. If I can't find him in an hour, I'll come back."

"Y/n, I don't think that's-"

"I just need to try to fix this myself first. Please."

"Okay. Call us if you get close. He might be powered down, but he's still Lucifer."

"Okay. Love ya. Bye." You quickly turned the GPS location option off on the phone and looked across at Lucifer, who had a positively giddy look on his face. "Don't give me that look."

"You just lied to your boyfriend about me. I've never felt so proud."

"I lied because if I told him, he and Dean'd pack into Baby and hunt us down. You might not be the Dad who felt the love of being a father over me, but you are still my father."

"And what's your endgame here, Orli?" He leaned forward. "You can't just let me leave here on my own, because you don't trust me. You can't tell Sam and Dean where we are because they'd never trust you again. We can't stay here forever and you don't want to come with me, so what's the plan?"

"No plan. You think I had a plan when I pulled you out of Needham? No. I just couldn't let my Dad rot in a cell because of some ambitious underling. That's it. Knowing all the pain you've caused, all the death and destruction... I looked in that cell and saw my dad. So, I am going to eat this burger..." You smiled as the waitress dropped off the plates and walked off. "...and I am going to come up with something, with or without your input. 'kay?"

"Look, why don't you just let me head out by myself? I'm not gonna do anything. I'm practically human." He picked up his burger and took a bite. "Look at me, I'm eating! Oh, wow! That is amazing. How disgusting." He took several more bites as you watched in amusement.

"If you think that's disgusting, wait 'til it comes out... and slow down if you don't wanna learn about vomit." You popped a fry in your mouth and leaned forward as he noticeably slowed in his eating. "You don't know how to do this, Dad. You need help. And if you think I find you any less dangerous because you've had your Grace yanked, then you must think I'm stupid."

"I dunno if 'stupid' is the right word." He swallowed and picked up his coffee. "'Uninformed', maybe? Of course I'm less dangerous. You think that ingrate, Asmodeus, would be breathing if I were full power?"

You rolled your eyes. "So you can't dust people with a snap of your fingers, anymore. So? You know how many humans murder each other every day? Not a drop of Grace between 'em. You're still dangerous."

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"Eat your food." You demanded softly.

He didn't speak as he started eating again, slower this time. You dropped money on the table and walked out into the parking lot with him as soon as you were both done eating. "So, what's next, Orli?"

"I don't know how I feel about you calling me that." You said, grabbing his forearm.

"Why? It's your name." He insisted.

"Yeah, but-" You shook your head and flew him to the Bunker's War Room. Sam, Dean and Castiel all shifted into defensive stances as soon as they saw you. "Hey, guys."

"You found him?" Sam asked.

"He didn't escape." You responded, honestly.

Lucifer threw his hands up. "Oh, come on!" He groaned. "You couldn't keep a lie going for more than an hour?! Are you sure you're my daughter?"

"I can lie. I just prefer the truth." You answered.

"What do you mean, 'he didn't escape'?" Dean asked.

"I let him out. I couldn't leave him there with Asmodeus. I-I know that this could be seen as-as a betrayal, but-"

"'Could be'?" Lucifer chimed in.

"I took him to get something to eat. You can't tell this but he's... way depleted."

"It's true. He's very weak." Cas confirmed.

"I am not-"

"Shut up, Dad." You snapped, before turning back to Sam and Dean. "I'm so sorry. I just couldn't leave him there. I really just went to save Castiel, but there was my father in the next cell over, I couldn't leave him."

"Seriously, babe, it's pronounced 'Cass-tee-el'. Long 'E'." Dean corrected.

Lucifer's face screwed up in disgust. "Okay, ew, infantilizing pet name." He gagged. "And my daughter is just saying it like her daddy does."

"You callin' yourself 'daddy' is ew." Dean shot back.

"I'm saying it how it's said in my dimension." You defended.

"And why's it said that way in your dimension?" Lucifer prodded, pointing not-too-subtly at herself.

"Why don't you shut your stupid mouth before I shut it for you?" You growled. He put his hands up in a non-threatening gesture.

The anger flowed out of their faces. "You found out where you're from?"

"Not quite, but Lucifer helped me remember some."

"Get this! I'm the Michael in her universe!" Lucifer exclaimed.

"What does that mean?" Castiel asked.

"Means Chuck entrusted the Mark to Michael so he's the one who was tainted and rebelled. Lucifer's the obedient son where I'm from." You answered.

"Did you remember how you got to... Muggle world?" Dean asked.

"Cas took me." You went with the shortened version of his name to avoid name shame. "Cas, Zachariah and Uriel."

"Really?" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh, it gets better. Show 'em the picture." Lucifer directed, chuckling.

You knew exactly which picture he was referencing. You rolled your eyes and summoned your laptop, opening it and pulling up a picture you'd poached from your Facebook when you decided you weren't going back home. It was you and your parents at a park on July Fourth. "Anybody look familiar, Cas?" You set the laptop on the map table and turned it so that he could examine the picture.

"This is one of my old vessels... and one of Zachariah's."

"These are my parents, who I thought were my parents, anyway. They always treated me with disdain. Never understood why." You trailed off.

"Oh, they hated her!" Lucifer laughed. "So much so that they changed her name."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Dean asked, as Sam asked, "From what?"

"Well, I guess I'm a sentimental douche having never been influenced by the Mark, 'cause I named her 'Orli'." He moved to sit on the map table next to your laptop. "That's Hebrew, Winchesters. Means 'My Light'. Castiel didn't care that y/n was my light, hated that they were being sent away for Orli's safety, so they changed her name before I even finished sending them away."

"I'm very sorry, y/n." Castiel looked from the picture to your face.

"Wasn't you."

"I know the neglect and poor treatment you suffered, y/n. It was a version of me-"

"And another version of you was a smiley, Twitter-obsessed goofball who helped the homeless." You shook your head. "Adam Campbell really can't hold a candle to the light Virgil extinguished. Point is, you're no more Misha Collins than you are the woman who raised me and changed my name. Don't sweat it."

"Wow, she has a saint-like level of not letting shit get to her. I mean, human Castiel was an alcoholic pill popper who once overdosed on Vicodin and meth... at Orli's twelfth birthday party. To forgive that-" Lucifer mockingly whistled appreciatively. "Of course, Zachariah as a human spent 5 years of her life in prison for instigating a bar fight that ended with a cop in the hospital, so..."

You shook your head. "It really wasn't that bad. Zachariah never turned his temper on me."

"She's great. Isn't she great? That's my daughter. I'm getting emotional." Lucifer mocked being touched again.

"I should've left him at the asylum." You groaned.

Lucifer jumped off the table. "No, this is good! We're bonding! Where's your brother? He should be here for this!"

You blinked at him, not enthused. You knew where Jack was, you could feel him in his room. You knew he was listening to everything. "My brother will show himself when he's ready to face you. Until then..." You summoned the spell-etched manacles from the dungeon and slapped them onto Lucifer's wrists.

"Oh, come on!"

"You come on. I couldn't leave you with Asmodeus, but you were right when you said I don't trust you. None of us do."

"Here I was, thinking we were bonding." Lucifer bitched.

"Dungeon?" Dean asked.

"Dungeon." You and Sam confirmed.

"Let me show you to your accommodations." Dean grabbed the chain and pulled the archangel toward the dungeon. "Crowley rated us five stars."

You turned to Sam as soon Dean disappeared from view. "I really am... so sorry... that I lied, you know, when you called? I just didn't want you guys to jump in the Impala and rush to Biggerson's before I... you know, had my time with him. I needed... something from him. I don't know."

"I understand, y/n. You wanted to see him without us influencing the conversation." Sam brought his hands to rest on your neck, his thumbs resting against the curve of your jaw and fingertips caressing your hairline. His gorgeous hazel eyes looked down at you with adoration. "You know, Lucifer was right."

"That's a strange sentence." You whispered.

Sam chuckled as you blushed under his gaze. "Orli's a good name for you. You are so full of light."

"I don't know about-"

"Y/n, you saw Lucifer in a cell and you had to save him. Not because you needed him for anything, just because you couldn't leave him with Asmodeus. You are full of more light than Chuck."

"Thanks." You whispered, looking down.

"I'm surprised by your light... especially after... I didn't know about how you were raised. You never mentioned..."

You pulled away and avoided Castiel's gaze. "It's really not that big a deal. Your raising was much more screwed up than mine."

"No, come on, don't downplay your pain." Sam pleaded, sitting in one of the wooden chairs. "Tell me about your childhood, y/n."

You sat sideways on his lap, legs hanging over the arm of the chair, and looked up at him. "My mom was an addict. Got worse every year I was there. Like Lucifer said, she overdosed on crystal meth during my twelfth birthday party. Pretty much traumatized all of my friends, and I didn't really have very many to start with. I can't count the number of times I had to clean her up, turn her on her side so that she wouldn't choke on her vomit like Hendrix." You sighed. "It was the sleep issues that caused the most problems, I think. Meth caused her some terrible insomnia. She'd be up for days, then drink until she passed out. I thought that was normal for a while, until one of my teachers told me it wasn't, called DCF. That was the first of many times that we picked up and moved without notice, started over from scratch. I was 7.

Dad went to the state pen when I was nine, got out just in time to threaten my first boyfriend with bodily dismemberment. He never talked to me again. I tried everything I could think of to... make everything okay." You bit the inside of your bottom lip as you thought through years of just trying to survive life. Sam put one hand on your hip and the other rested on your thigh, which gave a gentle, encouraging squeeze. "I started slipping them healing potions when I started with the witchcraft. Mom was losing her hair and teeth, and Dad got Hepatitis in prison so I was trying to help them... just gave them more energy to hate me. When I graduated from my sixth high school, I moved out... stayed in the same apartment until I got here. I liked staying in one place... I liked that they could find me if they needed me."

You chuckled. "It's almost like I thought one day they'd wake up and realize that they loved me, come over and make amends, but... never happened. When I disappeared, they told the cops I must've run away because it's not like someone would've noticed me enough to want to kidnap or kill me."

Sam tucked a finger under your chin and prodded you to look at him. "They were blind if they didn't see your light."

"They gave up everything because of me. They had to stop being angels because of me. It's no wonder Zachariah had a violent temper and Castiel turned to drugs and alcohol. I have no idea what happened to Uriel, but I'm sure his reaction wasn't much better. I just wish they had told me I was..."

"Hey, that wasn't your fault. You were just a baby." Sam hugged you tight to his chest. "You know Dean practically raised me, right? Our dad was drunk, when he was around. But I always had someone. I always had Dean, even when I didn't want him. You... you didn't have anybody."

You wrapped your arms around him. "Well, I have the both of you now."

The first kiss was slow and sweet, an affirmation of your previous sentence, but it didn't take long for the kiss to deepen. Sam's hands tightened their hold on you as you twisted on his lap to better accommodate his searching tongue. You grabbed at his gray under-shirt and moved to straddle his lap. He groaned and grasped the back of your t-shirt, pulling it off over your head. "God... I did not get to really enjoy this view last time." Sam whispered, running his hand down your chest.

You leaned up and kissed him. You were ecstatic to be in his arms again. To be touching him, knowing that you were about to teleport to your room to make love, it still seemed a little surreal. It was surreal that you could teleport, and that you were a Nephilim, and that your father was Satan, and-

Really, everything about your life at the moment was the ridiculous antithesis of what you'd expected it to be.

You teleported to your bed, jumping up and pulling your clothes off while Sam got oriented with his new surroundings. He smiled as soon as his eyes fell on you. "Eager?"

"What, is that a bad thing?"

"Not necessarily." He pulled his plaid shirt and his undershirt off over his head and tossed them to the floor. "But you remember, last time you were a bit overeager and, uh, I barely got to taste you."

You smirked. "I remember it well. But I'm not under a sex hex anymore, so..." You trailed off, letting your eyes drift down his muscular chest. "Man. You are... unnaturally handsome." Sam smiled at you and reached forward, pulling you onto the bed. He rolled your bodies until he was on top of you, looking down at you through a curtain of his fluffy hair. "Oh, you look even better from this angle."

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, you know that?" He whispered, adoringly. You opened your mouth to disagree with him about how beautiful his exes had all been, Jessica especially, but immediately forgot to argue as his mouth attached to your neck and your mind focused on that. You could hear his pants unzipping as his hands massaged your hips and thighs. "Hey. None of that." He pulled back and shook his head at you as he pulled the zipper back up. "No Nephilim magic. We're taking this at my speed, not yours, Miss Impatient."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to." You promised.

"You're stronger here, y/n. You have to be careful about your focus." He whispered, leaning back down to kiss the tip of your nose.

"How am I supposed to focus in this situation, Sam?"

Sam smirked. "Well, that's your problem, isn't it? Now, just lay back and relax, let me do this how I wanted to last time."

You sighed and closed your eyes as Sam started to kiss his way down your body. He took his time, just like he did before, but you since you weren't dying from heat this time you were able to enjoy the slow build of desire between your legs. He seemed determined to make it last as long as possible, avoiding all the most common erogenous areas and pointedly keeping his hands to himself. "Sam." You whined. Your hands were twisted in your pillow, trying to find something to do.

"I will gag you." He mumbled against your navel, where he'd been swirling his tongue for what felt like an hour.

"But-"

His teeth came down on your hip, just hard enough to make you gasp. "Y/n, shut up."

"This is punishment for last time, isn't it? 'cause I Kilgrave'd you." You sat up slightly and looked down at him. He was between your legs, just where you wanted him to be, but he still had his jeans on and he had completely avoided putting that mouth where you wanted it.

"Is it so bad that I want to explore every bit of you?"

"Can you explore a sexier bit of me than my belly button, please?"

"You are no fun."

"I beg to differ, Sammy. I am a barrel of fuckin' fun."

"What do you have to do that's more important than what I'm doing with you?"

"Nothing." You groaned, throwing your head back on the pillow. "I know I'm not the only one this is torturing. You look like you're about to bust your zipper."

Sam chuckled. "You're adorable when you're frustrated." He whispered, before dropping one of his hands to lightly rub his fingers down your lips.

"Fuck, Sam."

"Finally." He finished your thought for you as his middle finger slipped inside of you.

"Gods, can I take your pants off now, please?" You asked as he started to fuck his finger in and out of you.

"Yeah, go ahead." Sam consented as he added another finger. "You're so fuckin' wet."

"You've been working to get me wet for forever, so-" You snapped your fingers and his pants were suddenly on the floor with his shirt.

"I'm not ready to fuck you, yet." He said before he started to circle around your clit. He licked and sucked at your womanhood for several minutes until he pulled back and got up onto his knees. "Wanted to taste you. Sorry." He licked at his fingers and gave a satisfied noise.

"You could've tasted me any time over the last hour, Sam."

"No fun." He reiterated, then kissed you. "But you definitely taste delicious."

You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him down to you. "You sure are spending a lot of time with me for being no fun."

"Lucky for you, I'm in love." He smirked, kissing you before reaching down and wrapping his right hand around his cock. He slid his cockhead between your lips and guided it to your entrance. He swiveled his hips as he sunk into you. "Fuck, y/n." He kissed your neck and shoulder as he worked to get himself completely sheathed in you. He was bigger than you remembered, or maybe it just seemed that way after months of sub-par sex with José. Sam's movements were sure and confident, as he always was with you, but José had always approached sex like he was afraid he'd hurt you with his 8 inches. You'd never had the heart to explain that the two men who touched you before him were both giants in comparison, or that he actually hurt you more with his careless hands than his cock. Fingernail maintenance is vital.

"Hey, y/n. Earth to y/n." Sam whispered in your ear. "You got that far-off look in your eyes."

"Sorry. Just trying to be quiet. Don't wanna force you to-" He rolled his eyes and pulled his hips back, immediately slamming them forward and causing you to cry out. "Fuck, Sam!"

"I don't want porn star noises, but if you don't make some noise I'll think you aren't enjoying yourself." He nuzzled into your neck as he started a quick piston of his hips, which you met every motion of, using the way your legs were wrapped around him as leverage.

You definitely enjoyed yourself. Through seven different positions and two hours of not even caring that the entire bunker could hear you evoking all of your favorite gods and titans, he managed to keep you just on the edge of cumming and at the peak of enjoying yourself. When he buried his cock as deep as he could from behind, left hand fisted in your hair as the other put blinding pressure on the bundle of nerves he'd all but ignored during the whole event, you finally tipped over the edge. You screamed in pleasure as your legs gave out and the two of you fell to your mattress, nerves tingling.

"Jesus, Sam." You panted out, exhausted. He pulled you against his chest, chuckling as his cock slowly softened within you. "What?" You asked, turning your head to look at him.

"Did you run out of Pagan deities? Time to call on Jesus?" He asked, amused.

"Oh." You started laughing. "Shut up."

A knock on your door made you twist and grab your sheet. "Cover up, Sammy. I'm comin' in." Dean called. Sam smirked as he wrapped the sheet around his waist and you reached down to grab his shirt from the gloor, which you put on but didn't button. Dean walked in, balancing three plates on his arms. "Thought you might need lunch. Protein and carbs to replenish." He handed you each a turkey and cheese sandwich with a small bag of chips, then sat down in the chair next to your bed and took a large bite of his own sandwich.

"You know, Lucifer must be way weak, 'cause he was raging like no one's business and nothin'. Not even a light bulb burst." Dean said around a mouthful of bread and meat.

"Oh, yeah. Probably should've mentioned that Lucifer knows I'm with both of you and is not happy about it."

"All the more reason to shake the rafters, sweetheart." Dean winked at you as you took a bite. "So, Cas, Jack and I were talkin' game plan for Apocalypse World and Cas thinks we should milk Lucifer for all the information he's got on this other universe before we head out."

You nodded. "I can do that."

"Yeah?" Sam asked, licking potato chip grease off of his fingers.

"He did it to me. Dredged up this old memory from the depths of my mind, something from when I was days old. I'm sure I could get at his memories from a couple weeks ago." You shrugged. "I could not if you'd rather interrogate him for it."

"Tempting as that sounds..." Dean cleared his throat. "Your way's cleaner."

You smiled. "We're gonna get your mom. Promise."

"We believe you." Sam said, smiling.

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