#cas makes an appearance

[thesirencove]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ WILDFLOWER -- SAM WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

hi everyone !! this is a fic i posted on a previous blog , that i since removed from said blog as i decided to focus on another topic so i created this blog so that i can once again share my works :) i've since edited this fic as i wrote it little bit ago !! let me know your thoughts on this one and enjoy <3 my requests are open and let me know if anyone would like a part two to this !

oh and grab some tissues .

sam winchester x fem!reader (romantic) // dean winchester x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: when a hunt goes wrong...

warnings: blood and bleeding , death , descriptions of being unable to breathe , descriptions of feeling worthless , sad sam :( , lots of angst and overall sad .

word count: 1.8k

it wasn’t meant to happen this way.

y/n and sam were supposed to live a long, happy life together. they were meant to hunt for a little while longer and then retire and live their happy little ‘apple pie life’ as dean trademarked it. they’d already talked about having kids and a dog and building their dream house together. they were supposed to be together until they were old and took their last breaths together. 

simply, together.

but sometimes things don’t go according to plan. just like the moment they were in right now.

sam was kneeling on the floor, covered in blood. not his own. hers. it soaked through his shirt and stained his face.  

“y/n please stay with me,” sam pleaded, holding her limp body in his arms, her shallow breaths barely audible for him to feel any sense of comfort. he was pressing down on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. trying to stop her from dying. still, more of her blood poured out from god knows where. 

“i-’m sorr..y,” she croaked out. y/n could feel herself fading away. the oxygen wouldn’t fill her lungs properly and every one of her limbs were so, so tired. 

the hunt started out perfectly. y/n, sam, and dean were quick to figure out where the monster was and how to get rid of it. a nest of vampires, hiding in the woods, preying on the little town nearby. bodies had stacked up over the years, but it wasn’t until recently that it became suspicious. y/n happened to be the one to find the newspaper article. 

“guys! i found us a case!” she brought the newspaper clipping over to sam and dean so enthusiastically. she was so excited, so proud to have found a case on her own instead of relying on the winchester brothers to find one for them all. they saw the glint of her eyes and couldn’t say no. how could they, seeing how wide she was smiling?

so they went. they should have known it was too good to be true. the vampires were working with a pack of werewolves nearby. they were ambushed. sam and dean had been fighting off a pair of vampires when suddenly–

crack.

it hadn’t come from either of them. sam’s head whipped around to look at y/n, who was clutching her arm close to her chest as she continued fighting off the three monsters who’d grouped up on her. her lips were cut and he could see blood pouring out of a cut above her eye. the beginnings of a bruise stained her cheeks. sam’s vision went hazy, wanting to help her but being so afraid that he couldn’t move. it wasn’t the monsters that scared him. it was seeing y/n hurt. he was frozen in place.

it wasn’t even five seconds later when he saw the last standing werewolf swipe at y/n, eliciting a yelp from her. she swung her silver blade quickly after and the werewolf’s head rolled across the floor. his body dropped, thudding when it went down. 

she followed soon after. y/n dropped to her knees. sam finally snapped out of the trance he was stuck in, rushing to her side. the sound she made when her knees hit the floor rang in his ears as he caught her, pulling her into him. 

his hands were covered in blood as he held onto her. it wasn’t his blood. nor the werewolves. it was hers. her blood was pouring out, staining her shirt and his and both of their hands. it scared him. there was oh so much of it and sam was panicking. 

his y/n. his sunshine. his wildflower. 

she was bleeding out at an alarming rate and he couldn’t do anything. he felt useless, so utterly useless in this moment.

“hey, hey y/n. sweetheart stay with me. please stay with me,” sam practically begged her, as though it would make a difference for her current condition. his voice cracked as he yelled out for dean. for his big brother to do something to save her. his heart was cracking, if not already broken. the tears built and built, finally spilling over like an old dam that couldn’t contain the flood. 

y/n could barely keep her eyes open as she laid there, weakly grabbing onto sam’s arms. she looked down towards her wound. the deep, jagged lines from the werewolf’s claws painted her abdomen. she whimpered at the sight. it burned worse than anything she could have ever imagined but the scream she wanted to let out got stuck in her throat, only building on the agony she felt. 

and the blood. there was so much blood. 

too much of it.

dean rushed over to where sam was holding y/n in his arms, clutching her close to him, like a child who didn’t want to share his favorite plushie. he was holding her so firmly, scared that if he didn’t then she’d somehow disappear. that she’d die faster. he couldn’t lose her, what would he do with her gone? how could he continue to live? 

sam looked up at dean and they exchanged a look, prompting dean to run outside. y/n could faintly hear dean calling out for cas before the weak pounding of her blood became too loud. 

“sam,” y/n rasped, her voice weak. she couldn’t keep the tears from rolling down her cheek. sam didn’t say anything, barely acknowledged that she said his name, not wanting the reality to set in of the situation. not wanting to accept that y/n was dying. the love of his life was dying and he could do nothing about it. he felt so utterly useless, thinking about the countless lives he’d saved, and yet he couldn’t save his love. 

the wounds were too deep to patch up and the nearest hospital was 20 miles away.

“sam,” she repeated, more urgently this time, before subsiding into a minor coughing fit. the blood started coming out of her mouth as well at this point. 

 “shhh, don’t speak sweetheart. you’re going to be okay. it’ll be okay. dean’s going to get cas. he’s going to heal you. it’s going to be okay,” sam said frantically. he was assuring himself of this as much as he was y/n. but both of them knew that this was the end for her. if cas didn’t get here in time then she would be gone.

her breathing became shallow as the blood pooled in her lungs. she felt like she was drowning. falling deeper. and deeper. she felt herself panic and her heart trying to pump more blood, so she could breathe but it just couldn't.

“y/n please stay with me,” sam pleaded. 

“i-’m sorr..y,” she croaked out. 

“promise me, y/n. promise me you-you’ll hold on. promise me that you’ll recover and, and come back. that we’ll live a long and happy life together. the one that we-we..ve always dreamed o-f. with-with a little cottage in the woods. we’re going to have three kids. three of them and a dog,” he trailed off on that last word as he sobbed, stumbling over words as he couldn’t keep himself together. 

“i need you to promise me that.” he begged her once again.

“i promise. but only if you pro-mi..se me-” y/n trailed off, getting weaker with every word she said, “that you’ll move o-n. if-if i die, sam, i ne-ed you,” she gasped for air, “to move on.” sam shook his head, but y/n whispered a measly, ‘please.’ sam, looking into her glistening eyes, once so full of life and now fading from him, and nodded.

dean ran into the room, and sam whipped his head around towards him only to be met with a disappointing shake signaling that cas didn’t come. 

“h-hey dean,” y/n whispered, coughing yet again only for more blood to come out, spilled over her lips and staining them red.

“hey, crazy girl. you’re going to be okay. don’t go pulling a me on us here, alright? heaven and hell are too crowded for you to be joining them,” dean said, taking one of her hands in his and weakly smiling at her. she chuckled weakly, as much as she could, before looking at him again with sad eyes.

“tak-ke care of sa-am for me. and take ca..re of yourself for me, to..o.” dean nodded at her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, one final goodbye for his closest friend and the girl he’d been so excited to see finally get married to sam.

that future was blurred now. no longer an option.

“i lo-ve you, sam” she croaked out one last time, giving him the best smile she could. she wanted him to remember her smile above anything.

“i love you too, wildflower,” sam sobbed, wiping a tear from her cheek and pressing one final kiss to her lips.

and so her heart slowed to a stop. her eyes became devoid of life. her body was fully limp. unmoving. unwavering. sam’s heart had stopped along with hers. 

a final tear made its way down her cheek, like the last fall of snow in winter. 

the flap of wings that they had all been praying to hear had finally come. but it was too late. too late to save her, too late to get married and have the kids they’d once dreamed about, too late to build a home together. too late. 

the sound that came next made dean wince. sams sobs had turned into such agony, such rage that he screamed out as he held the body of his now-dead lover. he screamed at cas, cursing at him, the outburst so unlike him that dean had to look away, squeezing his eyes shut. 

the screams turned to silent weeping as sam held y/n’s body closer to him than before, his flannel and shirt now soaked in her blood. her limp body shook in his arms as he cried. 

and cried. 

and cried.

until he couldn’t anymore. his cheeks and eyes were raw and red from crying. he felt so worthless in himself and in the fact that he couldn’t save her. that he couldn’t get her back. the chapter of their lives had closed, the next page blank. he kept looking into her eyes, so lifeless it terrified him. the girl who made everything she touched full of life was gone. 

he’d never be able to hold her again. never see her smile, or the light shine in her eyes. so many never’s and what if’s filled his brain over and over. every new thought that seeped into his mind was so loud. it was like the thoughts were never ending, until a final thought filled his head.

the sunshine was gone and his wildflower was dead and his heart was broken, and there was no way to fix any of it. but he’d find a way. somehow. no matter how long or what it took. he’d get her back.

[thebramblewood]

Virtuous Vampires: Demetrius Troyer, Brandy Wood, Samantha Gratz

The good kind of goths, not the rip out your jugular vein kind of goths! Not only is drinking blood messy and immoral — it's just so passe.

[fbfh]

did you know that Dean wakes up one morning and realizes he has a fucking bombshell of a wife/husband/spouse, a cozy (slightly rural) suburban house, and not one but three fucking daughters???? Did you know that he woke up one morning to toddler giggles and little kid bickering and baby babbling????? and your girls come charging in hushing their little giggles so they don't wake up mommy and daddy and so OBVIOUSLY he has to pretend to be asleep so he doesn't foil their plan. he focuses all his energy on keeping his face and body relaxed, keeping his breathing even. they're whispering and babbling and Dean peeks an eye open and looks at the love of his life and these three angels with their daddy's attitude and their mama's heart. they have your eyes and his smile. they're... the best parts of both of you, and there's something entirely new and beautiful in each of them too.

Bobby Dean is your oldest, and her 4th birthday is just around the corner. She's 3 and 3/4 right now, and won't let anyone forget it.

Your second is Jodi John, or JJ informally. She's fought her way half way through the terrible twos and is already getting a head start on the whole 3 going on 13 thing.

Mary Cass, or Cassie, is your youngest. She's just over a year old, and wants to do everything her big sisters do.

And Dean is looking at your little girls, and at you. He sees the way the morning sunlight dapples in through the window and illuminates their tangled hair and disney princess nightgowns. Your face is all puffy from sleep, and you still smell like the apple pie you made yesterday.

it's real, he realizes. that pipe dream that apple pie life.

you gave that to him. you did that. you turned his deepest, most unspoken desires into a reality like it was nothing. and every ounce of joy and love and peace he feels every moment of every day, he owes it all to you. You try to tell him on occasion when he gets all sentimental on you, he deserves it. he deserves every good thing he feels, and he's so great with the girls, he's a natural dad and you couldn't possibly dream of a better husband to do it with.

Because at his heart, Dean is a family man. He's your family man.

[tricoufamily]

can you guess which two i made have kids in cas. more importantly can you tell which brother's gonna murder the other

[dizzyscabiosa]

Lucian Pena 🔗 (he/him)

ty to all cc creators!! @northernsiberiawinds @sims3melancholic @astya96cc @poyopoyosim @johnnysimmer @obscurus-sims @christopher067 @gorillax3-cc @luumia @pralinesims

[castieldelamancha]

Castiel opens his eyes slowly, blinking away the sleep from them, he looks around and, by what he can see in the darkness surrounding him he recognizes the room he is in, just by how similar it looks to his. He knows it isn't his simply because his room in the bunker has never felt so lived, it hasn't looked the part either.

In his room he has never felt this safe, in peace and content. He never thought sleep could be so restful and ... wonderful.

Maybe it all has to do with the man he has between his arms. Dean is laying on his side, Castiel is pressed close to him, one arm under his head, another thrown across his waist, one of his legs over Dean's own, resting on his hip.

He focuses on the back of Dean's head, letting the memories of the previous day flood his mind. His heart skips a beat.

He came back yesterday, he meet with the brothers just a couple hours ago. Yesterday Dean gave him a hug that felt way much longer than any they have shared up to that point and, with a hand cradling the side of his face, he told him that he loves him too, that he missed him and then, in what Castiel will always think of as one of the most special moments of his long existence, he pressed a chaste, short and sweet kiss to his lips.

He can tell the exact moment Dean wakes up because of the way his breathing hitches, changing its up until now calmed rythm as he realizes he isn't alone. He is almost sure Dean is going to move away from him, or tell him to back away, since this isn't the way they went to sleep the night before. Castiel will do so, these things take time, he knows.

Instead, Dean, in a show of trust, vulnerability and a gentle tenderness Castiel could very well get used to and that he will treasure forever, simply turns around in his arms, pressing himself to Castiel's chest, kissing him there before lifting his head up to hide his face against the side of Castiel's neck, " morning, sweetheart." He mutters. Castiel's arms tighten their grip around Dean.

"Good morning, Dean."

[intercomkris]

✸ , sulani townies

[pray4jensen]

i have very low expectations for the winchesters finale but thanks to robbie thompson being showrunner, i think it’s fair to have slightly higher expectations than normal. so anyways, a good finale to me would contain at minimum the following components:

1) dean appearing for at least 5 min of screen time total over the course of the finale

2) dean’s alive or trying to get out of heaven and be alive

3) dean mentions he’s either trying to find cas, get cas out of the empty, or makes it clear cas is present in his thoughts in some way—bonus points if he calls cas by name instead of his friend or an angel

4) the finale doesn’t end on a cliffhanger because the chances of it getting renewed for a second season are slim to none so that would suck to be left hanging

4) carlos and lata don’t die because we need to stop having poc die for pointless reasons, esp since there’s a possibility they won’t ever be brought back if there’s no season 2

i think these are all fair and reasonable requests for this finale and i’m hoping it’ll instead surprise me by being even better

anyway back to putting my clown make-up on 🤡

[angelsdean]

a silly inconsistency that drives me nuts is in after school special it's november 1997, which makes dean 18 going on 19 and he's still....in school ?? a 19 yr old wouldn't still be in high school unless he got held back (which, very likely for dean and moving around so much) except i don't believe he'd still keep bothering to go once he hit 18 and could instead be working somewhere to make money they desperately need. then there's the only-canon-when-i-feel-like-it John's Journal which says dean graduated high school at 18. and you know, i could actually see dean lying to john (who hasn't been around enough to know if dean's been going to school or not) and telling him he actually graduated but really he's been working part-time jobs this whole time. but dean actually still going to school in late-1997?? it's pushing my suspension of disbelief lol. like i could only see if really if he's like trying to keep an eye on sam and stuff. but even then i still think he'd prioritize making money over going to school esp after yrs of being made to feel like he's not smart enough

[moltensmusings]

One of my biggest annoyances when it comes to people who don't like fjorester is that they try and invalidate everything that happened between them by saying it wasn't romantic and that Ca/eb and jester had better chemistry or that she was forced into liking fjord. And in lesser cases that fjord was harassed into liking jester. They completely ignore character arcs.

Jester stopped outright flirting with fjord upon realizing he wasn't into it. She started to focus on herself at that point and understand that so much of her world view was wrapped up in romance.

Fjord noticed jester once she stopped trying to get with him because it allowed her to exist as a normal person and a friend first which then meant he could see all the qualities of her he'd come to love.

They were friends with similar understandings of loneliness who met before they met the rest of the group and built a bond on trust, joy, honesty, and support.

Jester was the first to see through fjords disguise and actually appreciate him for a side of himself he was still hiding. Something he needed regardless of what form. And Fjord was there to both be kind but also firm when needed for her to understand when she was overstepping. She pushed him when he needed it and he was there to support her and remind her of herself when she was putting herself last to self destructive degrees.

People use him telling Marion that he'd protect her as a way of him not trusting her to handle herself or babying her when fjord knows full well how capable she is of handling herself. But he also knows she will do almost anything to help people and sometimes needs someone to yank her back from the ledge. There's also the need to realize that part of him saying he'd protect her was a way of giving Marion security in some way of her daughter being fine. Think about it from a mother perspective: your child's friend saying she can take care of herself is a lot less calming than one who says they'll watch out for her.

Ca/eb and jester might have been cute in theory but Ca/eb himself is the one deciding it wouldn't work because he's aware he wouldn't be able to give jester what she wanted and needed. Fjord was offering her her dreams and happiness to go along with it. Ca/eb's future was vastly different from what jester wanted. And their future together would've required one or both of them to alter themselves to make it work. They both ended in plot lines that worked magnificently for their characters and invalidating that because you don't like their canon relationships just means you don't understand their characters.

You're allowed to be upset your ship didn't become canon, but it doesn't mean it was a bad narrative choice or a character assassination for them to end how they did. The players choose their endings. There are so many subtle and large moments of fjorester interacting and indicating their feelings for each other. If you ignore them to paint your narrative that's on you, not the players or the fandom.

[pralinesims]

Almost didn't recognize him without a cigarette in his mouth

[salemsimss]

trying to make a simself is hard, it's like i suddenly don't know what i look like...

i may or may not have made a custom swatch just so i can make the hair resemble mine as close as i could possibly do it

[swiftviolets]

made lori some colleagues 🐰

ronnie / tara carol / kay

[duusheen]

some teens 💀

[hdmiports]

faiz jaleel, my bi king

[carnage-cathedral]

eeeeeee pretty pretty!!! may i pretty please preen your wings one day..? ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა!! will be super duper extra careful!!

yes yes! we should have like an angel/winged creatures party and just like chill and preen eachother's wings :3