#dean and bubs

[beelzebubsfavor]

i have good news and bad news

[theaudacitytowrite]

Baby boy, you're not at fault for everything!!!

[amorchai]

📁 ₊˚⊹ “i guess you’re my girlfriend now.” with baby ron <33

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄.

pairing(s): ron weasley x female!reader

words: 526

warnings/tags: snape, exam period, ron being ron, one use of her pronoun!

a/n: you always have the best requests bub.

for as long as you can remember, ron was a tease. at the beginning of hogwarts he was impatient and short with you – because you were always around and done well in classes.

however, as you both grew older he became more soft natured. constantly teasing, however, everyone around could tell it was his way of flirting with you. while you usually shyly ducked your head or retorted to his statements.

the o.w.l’s had approached and ron was next to you during a test, clearly in another world as his pencil tapping against the wood drove you insane. professor snape had already pushed ron’s head five too many times to focus but it was clear he wasn’t as interested in the potions exam as he should be.

“ron, i’d appreciate if you didn’t cheat off me,” i whisper behind my hand after snape walks past, feeling ron’s gaze on me. he chuckles, peering at the professor before ducking his head down to whisper near you, enough for his breath to hit your cheek, “oh, i wasn’t looking at your test.”

i look at him with wide eyes before swiftly turning to my test, refusing to answer while he only chuckles again, seamus throwing a crumpled sheet of paper at him.

‘have you asked her out yet?’ dean mouthed, nodding to your frame which scribbles onto the parchment, unaware of the conversation. ron furrows his eyebrows and waves a hand for them to stop. harry earning a push from professor snape when he laughs.

‘look at you, your cheeks are all red, ronnie,’ seamus whispers so quietly in a teasing tone, enough for me to glance up and ron glares at him. “you’re cheeks really are red,” i reply, his expression turning motionless when he realises you’re looking at him.

both boys wiggle their eyebrows and wink at harry from ron’s other side as they look back down to their tests, and when professor snape turns – your head snaps back to the desk.

but ron leans back down, “no- um, i’m just warm is all. this jumper is a bit much…” he trails off trying to explain himself and i shush him in an attempt, hearing snape’s footsteps.

“mr weasley… when you’re done talking to your girlfriend maybe you would consider actually trying to take the test. if you’re competent enough to not only write your name!” snape snaps from behind ron and he quivers with more blush when people around the hall snicker.

harry has to hang his head down so snape doesn’t see how amused he is. when his footsteps recede ron whispers against you, “i guess you’re my girlfriend now,” he teases through the embarrassment and you shut your eyes and shiver in response.

“i’ve had quite enough, mr weasley. come with me.” ron doesn’t even mind, everyone is openly amused of the trouble he is about to receive, gryffindor’s not even minding the inevitable fact house cup points were surely going to be deducted. seamus whistles and neville nudges you when ron just leans over and places a quick kiss on your heated cheeks when he stands and follows snape out the hall.

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Pride, Prejudice, and Pennywise

Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, tiny bit of Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Synopsis: Sam’s movie night pick leads to some discomfort for you, but it doesn’t last long.

Author’s note: hey guys! Hyperfixation is still going strong, I promise I haven’t forgotten about my Sherlock fic! I’m just having so much inspiration for Supernatural right now, but I’ll be back eventually with another chapter, promise! For now, enjoy the fruits of my hyperfixation.

You and your oldest brother Dean had very little in common. For starters, he was the oldest Winchester, you were the youngest. He always agreed with your father, you rarely ever did–although unlike Sam, you didn’t voice your opinions often. Dean was stern, serious, and protective; you were always ready for a laugh. He was a flirt, you could barely hold basic conversations with people you didn’t know very well.

However, there was one thing you had in common with Dean; your hatred of horror movies. Although Dean hated them because he thought they were stupid and incredibly unrealistic; you hated them for a very different reason.

They terrified you.

Not that you would ever reveal that to Sam or Dean. After all, with the monsters, demons, and general malevolence that they faced during their occupation, you could hardly expect them to understand your fear.

But the brothers had kept you as far as possible from the hunting world, and watching horror movies just felt like a small snapshot of what your brothers must be facing on a daily basis. It was horrifying to think about. The horror movies just served as a reminder for all that you knew to be out there. Most people could watch those movies and brush them off as fiction; you couldn’t.

Unfortunately for Dean, and more so for you, Sam liked horror movies. The scarier the better for him. He claimed it gave him another angle to look at, a way to see the “fun” in their monster-hunting job. Well, that was all well and good for him, but you had lost many nights worth of sleep thanks to this little hobby of his.

Not that you could possibly tell your brothers–who had to be the bravest people in the world–that the unrealistic, stupid tv monsters scared you.

So instead, here you were, curled up in the small chair in the dingy motel room, Dean snoring in his bed and Sam enraptured in another horror flick. It had been his turn to pick the movie tonight, so horror it was.

You had tried to sleep through it, but you found that only hearing the screams, growls, and general fearful melee was much worse than hearing and seeing it, so you’d given up and gone to the couch to watch.

You tried desperately to look like the movie was gripping you with interest instead of terror, but you weren’t sure you were succeeding. Sam kept glancing your way, and you were afraid that it was because you were clutching your blanket just a little too tightly. Nevertheless, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go, even if it meant Sam figured out your secret.

You had become so focused on trying to look like you were enjoying the movie, that you hadn’t even noticed that it had gone to a commercial, and that Sam had gotten up out of bed to stand next to you. That is, you didn’t notice until Sam spoke.

“Hey bub, you ok?”

You snapped your head up to see Sam frowning down at you.

“Yeah-” you cleared your throat when you noticed that your voice came out a little too high. “Yeah, just great, why?”

Sam glanced at the tv and then back to you.

“Well uh, it's just…” he let out a sound that was half laugh, half sigh, “You look a little freaked.”

You tried to scoff, but even you could tell it wasn’t very convincing.

“Freaked? Why, because of the movie?” you peaked a look at Sam, and weren’t at all surprised that he clearly wasn’t buying it.

“We don’t have to watch it if it scares you.”

You shook your head quickly.

“It doesn’t.” You knew you’d spoken too fast.

Even though Sam wasn’t buying it, he shrugged and returned to his bed.

“Ok then.”

The commercials ended and the movie began again. It was reaching the climax, only getting scarier and scarier. This had to be one of the worst ones Sam had ever played.

You couldn’t hold back a tiny whimper at one of the more gruesome jumpscares; you were lucky that it wasn’t a full-on scream.

You were surprised when the tv suddenly clicked off, and Sam’s voice broke the short silence.

“Ok, come over here.”

You looked up in confusion, before hesitantly rising out of your chair and going to stand by Sam’s bed, still holding your blanket around you.

Sam lifted his covers, gesturing for you to join him under them. You instantly obeyed, darting under the covers and curling into Sam’s side. You had wanted to do that since the stupid movie had started.

It was silent for a minute or two before Sam decided to speak.

“You could’ve just told me that these scared you.”

“They don’t.”

Sam scoffed, “N/N. I know you’re lying. You know you’re lying. So how about, you don’t lie, and I’ll let you pick a movie to watch tonight.”

You looked up in surprise.

“Really? But it’s your night!”

Sam laughed softly.

“Really. Apparently I've been scaring the crap out of you every time it’s my night to pick a movie, so I think I owe it to you to get an extra pick, ok?”

You giggled, “Ok Sammy.”

Sam’s smile dropped after a moment and he sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You moved your head so that you could lean against his chest, comforted by his heartbeat.

“Because it's stupid.”

“It’s not-”

“Yes it is. You and Dean go out-out there and fight monsters, real monsters, and I can’t even watch it on tv! You guys are fighters, you’re brave, you save people, and I can’t do any of that! I’m a-” You swallowed hard. You hadn’t meant to let all of that slip.

“You’re a what?” Sam had sat up, dislodging you from your spot, and was now staring hard at you. “Y/N, what were you gonna say?”

You dropped your eyes to your fidgeting hands, avoiding Sam’s penetrating gaze as you mumbled,

“I’m a coward.”

You winced when you saw the tear drip onto your hand. Great, now you couldn’t even make it through a conversation without crying. Gosh, you were pathetic.

“Hey,” Sam ducked into your field of vision so that you had little choice but to look at him. You couldn’t help but think that his eyes looked sad.

He feels sorry for me. It was the only explanation you could think of.

“Don’t you ever say that, ok? Never again,” His voice was sterner than usual, an authoritativeness usually reserved for Dean in his voice.

You felt a sob bubble up in your throat, and you couldn’t hold it back.

“It’s true,” you managed to get out between breaths and tears as you leaned forward against Sam’s shoulder. You felt his hands come up to wrap around you, and he placed his head on top of yours.

“No, no it isn’t,” he said firmly. “Kid, me and Dean aren’t some great heroes, ok? We’re scared too, all the time. We just do what we have to do, even when we’re scared.”

You sniffle, “Exactly! And that’s why you’re so brave. But I can’t do that.”

Sam pulled you back, an incredulous look on his face.

“Are you kidding me? You do that all the time!”

At your confused look, Sam just scoffed and continued.

“Who summoned that demon in Phoenix last September? Who drove Baby–for the first time ever–at twelve years old to come and save mine and Dean’s butts when we were fighting that group of vampires? Who snuck past seven spirits to get to the grocery store to buy some dang salt when Dean forgot to pack more? That wasn’t us, baby. That was you.”

“You’re the one who forgot to pack the salt.”

Sam’s serious expression gave way to one of indignation.

“Hey now smarty-pants, I’m trying to help you here!” you giggled as Sam dug his fingers into your sides. When he relented, you looked up at him with a much more sober expression.

“But I didn’t fight anything.”

Sam shook his head.

“You don’t always have to fight something to be brave. Were you scared all those times?”

“Of course.” You felt a little ashamed to admit it, and you were surprised when Sam grinned.

“See? But you did it anyway. That’s what makes you brave, N/N. And do you know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you’re the bravest of us all.”

You blushed, “Sam, don’t.”

Sam laughed, “I’m serious!”

You giggled, “Ok ok, I get your point. Can we watch a movie now?”

…

“So wait, we’re rooting for Lizzie and Wickham, right?”

Dean awoke to the sound of your loudly dramatic groan as you responded to the middle Winchester brother.

“No Sam, he’s a douche. We’re rooting for Lizzie and Darcy.”

“But I thought Darcy was a jerk.”

“Would you just watch the movie!”

“I thought it was Sam’s night to pick the movie,” Dean grumbled as he sat up in bed. There was no way Sammy had picked Pride and Prejudice on his night. No. Way.

Sam just shrugged, “I let Y/N pick this time.”

“You let her pick Pride and Prejudice?”

Your voice was annoyed, “This movie is great, ok! Just give it a chance!”

Dean retorted sarcastically, “Yeah ok, sure.”

…

“I can’t believe she turned him down!”

“Are you kidding? After the way he proposed, no one would say yes.”

“I’m sorry Sam, did you even hear him? Most ardently? I don’t even know what that means, and it almost made me swoon!”

“You’re crazy!”

“Enough!” Both brothers jumped in surprise at your outburst. “You guys can debate this over the commercial, but the good part is coming up!”

“You’ve said that at least twelve times already,” Sam said skeptically.

“Yeah, and I’ve been right every time! They’re all good parts, trust me.”

Sam and Dean both grumbled, but sure enough they quieted down to watch the movie. You smirked. You wouldn’t have thought it possible to get Sam and Dean Winchester invested in Pride and Prejudice, but here you were. And it was great.

Best. Movie night. Ever.

[mizutsugi]

have yourself a merry little christmas... ❅ (spn x reader)

↳ synopsis: you and castiel wanted to give sam and dean a normal christmas for once and surprise them with a classic, proper celebration- tree and all!

↳word count: 2,199

↳cw: fluffy fluffy fluff! gn reader, not proof read!

You had been living in the bunker with the Winchesters for just about a year since your first hunt with them, and you had grown used to the fact that your lives were not even remotely conventional. You were on the road every other day, and you often ate at shitty diners and slept in even shittier motels. When you were at the bunker, though, you tried to make the most of it and live as semi-normal humans. You and Sam cooked (Dean had given up when he burnt a grilled cheese), and you tried to make your house feel more like a home. You all had missed out on Thanksgiving since you were out on a hunt in Montana, but you knew you’d be home tomorrow for Christmas, and you wanted to make it special. You knew the boys had never really had a proper Christmas and it broke your heart. You knew it was a bit of a sore spot for the both of them, and that they were used to sleeping on a boxy bed with Chinese takeout for dinner, watching the NFL channel all day. While that became a tradition in of itself, you wanted to give them something more substantial and, frankly, less depressing.

You had convinced them to go out and get some groceries and lunch, keeping them out of the house for a few hours so you could decorate. You woke up Christmas Eve with a big smile on your face, knowing your plan was in motion when you peeked in the garage and saw the Impala missing. You had slowly built a collection of decorations in your room, having to hide them since Dean had insisted it wasn’t a big deal and he’d rather not make a big “hub-bub” over the holiday. You had started to make your way around the entrance and living room, hanging string and holly all over the walls and stairs. You had your favorite Christmas playlist on from your speaker, occasionally humming along with the songs as you decked the bunker out with silver tinsel and little glitter-dusted stems of pine. You adorned the ends of the stairs with big velvet bows, and just as you began to drape a big red and green runner over the map table, you heard a slight flap of wings behind you and a big thud sound as a box hit the floor. You smiled and turned around to see Castiel in his usual trench coat and tie, looking around the room and admiring your handiwork so far. 

“Thank you so much, Cas.” You said. He had picked up a fake tree for you from the store and brought it over, since it was something you didn’t have the time to do yourself. 

“You’re welcome. The decorations look very, uhm…”

You laughed, lightly placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “ ‘S okay Cas, you don’t have to lie. It’s tacky, I know.”

“I was going to say,” He paused, looking for the right word, “...Nice. It looks nice.”

You smiled, even though his eyes were slightly squinted with furrowed brows. “Thank you. Again.” You gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before kneeling down, opening the large rectangular box and beginning to pull the stem of the tree out. Castiel went to the other end of the box and pulled, allowing you to yank the rest of the tree out and onto the floor, fake pine needles littering the tile. You and Cas began to assemble the tree, propping the whole thing up on a base and admiring the completed product- nearly your size. 

You grabbed a box from nearby and placed it on the table, pulling out a small box of lights and ornaments. You and Cas began to decorate the tree, wrapping the lights tightly around each limb and gently placing ornaments you had picked out around each branch. 

“Is it weird celebrating Christmas? As an angel, I mean?” You asked, watching as the taller hung a santa-hat-wearing Snoopy ornament near the top of the tree. 

“Seeing as Jesus was born in September, and Christmas as you humans celebrate it is just glamorized commercialization… Yes, it is a bit odd. ” He responded, reaching for another decoration. You smiled, placing your final ornament before stepping back. 

“Awe man, you don’t buy each other angel Xboxes and bake heavenly sugar cookies?” You smiled, watching him as he placed another red bulb on the tree. 

“No, we do not do that.” He answered, semi-humorously as he completed his job, too. You both stood back and admired the tree, watching each colorful bulb glisten under the assortment of cute and classy ornaments. You smiled widely, reminded of all the Christmases you had growing up and the pride you had as a little kid when you got the “good job” from your parents.

“Want to help me with the food? Sam and Dean can put the star on when they get back.” You gestured towards the kitchen, where you already had all the ingredients laid out and ready to go. Cas nodded, and the two of you made your way to the kitchen to cook. Castiel wasn’t the best at cooking, since he really didn’t need to eat, but he still was able to help chop things and mix. For the next hour, you and him were glazing and cooking a honeyed ham, making mashed potatoes and green beans for the side. You made a brie and cranberry crescent roll wreath you remember having every year growing up, smiling fondly as you placed the lightly glazed pastry into the oven. Cas and you made small talk, as he asked you about your family traditions and you explained. He asked about Christmas movies, and you gasped when he said he hadn’t seen Love, Actually. It wasn’t even your favorite… but still.

Just as you pulled the ham out of the oven, you heard the doorknob upstairs turn, with heavy footsteps sounding in pairs from the foyer. 

“Holy…” You heard Dean exclaim, as you ran as fast as you could out of the kitchen and into the living room to see Sam and Dean, grocery bags in hand, looking around in shock.

“Merry Christmas!” You beamed, running up the stairs to help them unpack. Sam looked around with hesitant eyes, and for a minute you were scared. You knew this was a weird day for him- one that was often disappointing- and one he wasn’t incredibly keen on celebrating. You took the paper bags from his hands, watching with caution as his dark green eyes dragged across the room.

“Do you uhm… like it?” You asked, suddenly self conscious. You really hope you weren’t drudging up any memories…

“It’s great Y/N.” Sam smiled looking down at you with soft eyes that single-handedly soothed your worries. He bent down and gave you a light hug, paper bags crinkling between the embrace. You leaned into him since you coultdn’ wrap your hands around him. As you pulled away, you saw Dean shrug off his leather jacket and hang it on the coat rack, shaking his head in disbelief at the festive decor. 

“You threw us a surprise Christmas?” He asked, smirking with his eyebrow cocked. You nodded, and he patted your shoulder, giving you a sincere smile before making his way down the stairs, where Castiel was watching the interaction. 

“Don’t just stand there like a weirdo,” Dean punched Cas’ arm lightheartedly, “Did you help with this?”

“Yes.” Cas answered shortly, feeling a bit out of place. 

“Well it’s pretty awesome. You guys went full deck-the-halls on this place.” He looked around, feeling relaxed despite his original objection to the whole thing. Usually he was the one who had to make Christmas special, so when someone else had done it for him, it was nice to just take it all in.

“Get settled at the table, the food’s ready.” You said, rushing back to the kitchen to begin bringing out the food. At some point while it was cooking, you had placed utensils and golden plate chargers across the table on top of red table mats. Maybe you had thrifted them and they had seen better days, but it was still a nice gesture and looked pretty classy. The boys took their places at the table, glasses of spiked eggnog already on the table for them. They felt a little awkward getting table service from you and Cas, but nevertheless got comfortable as the meal started coming together. You and Cas crossed back and forth from the kitchen a few times, bringing out a basket of rolls and all the sides to go with the ham. You brought it out on a big platter, perfectly golden skin glistening under the light. You placed it down in the middle of the table, taking a moment to catch your breath before sitting next to Cas. Sam and Dean admired the spread in front of them, starting to reach for their food. 

“It’s enough to make a man cry.” Dean stated, loading his plate with mashed potatoes. You laughed, watching them build their plates before doing the same for yourself. Cas even took a bit to fit in. You all dug in, talking about recent missions, favorite Christmas songs (Dean’s was All I Want For Christmas and Sam’s was Happy Xmas (War is Over)), and arguing about if the concept of mall Santas is creepy or not. Once you finished your meals, you looked towards the tree, gesturing to it with a nod of your head.

“I left the star for you guys to put on.” You got up, tucking your chair into the table before making your way to the tree, pulling a large silver star topper out of a nearby box and holding it up. Sam and Dean looked at each other before looking back at you and the tree, slowly getting up from their spots. Cas got up too, and they all made their way over. 

“That’s nice, thank you Y/N.” Dean smiled, looking between you, Sam, and the star.

“You guys can put it up together or something. I don’t know, just do, like, a cute brother bonding thing.” You said, handing the star over to Sam. The two looked at each other and shrugged before taking an end each and lifting the hefty silver star to the top of the tree. They placed it gingerly over the plastic limb that jutted out to the roof, steadying it so that it wouldn’t topple over. They stepped back and both grinned, admiring the fully finished tree.

“There’s a few gifts under there for you, too… from Santa.” You smiled. “You too, Cas.” You turned to Castiel, watching his face slightly tilt to look at the colorfully wrapped gifts. 

“Aww man… this is too nice.” Dean said, descending downward to grab his gifts, shaking his head.

“You really didn’t have to do all this.” Sam said, feeling shy to accept his presents. Dean passed them up to him anyway, also passing a few boxes to Castiel, who held them in his hands like a detonated bomb, feeling equally as shy. 

“It’s Christmas! Hunters or not, we should be able to celebrate.” You shrugged. They all stood around you awkwardly, looking at their respective gifts in silence.

“Oh my god, just open them already!” You groaned. Sam and Dean laughed before beginning to unwrap their presents. You got Sam a new leather journal to replace his old beat up and filled one, as well as a new burlap sweater in a nice maroon color. Dean got a pine-y cologne that he said he liked in passing, and a new set of accessory rings- it was your subtle way of saying he should start wearing jewelry… he said he’ll “work on it.” You got Castiel a new tie, if he wanted to replace his old one, and a DVD player with a few of your favorite movies so he could catch up on some more classics without Dean shoving old spaghetti westerns down his throat 24/7.

“We got you something, too.” Sam said, looking to Dean who got up to retrieve a paper bag they had somehow managed to hide while you helped them unpack the groceries earlier. He handed you the bag, and you dug through crumpled up newspaper to find a few of your favorite snacks and a plushie of a cat with a big yellow bow around its neck. You smiled, holding it to your chest and squeezing.

“Thank you guys, I love it!” You said, cracking open the chocolate bar they got you and taking a small bite. 

“It’s not nearly on the same level, and it’s kinda all we could find at the store, but…” Dean said, before you cut him off.

“It’s perfect.” You held the plushie firmly in your hands before giving them each a hug. “Now, can we get shitfaced and watch the Hallmark channel?”

“Uhm, yeah.” Sam laughed, the four of you making you way to the TV in Sam’s room and gathering around the bed to finish the night with some terrible holiday movies and a bottle of whiskey. 

↳a/n: merry christmas and happy holidays lovelies!! <3 please ignore this is technically being posted on the 26th... let's all pretend it's still christmas. anyways, hope everyone had/is having an amazing holiday break and enjoy my fluffy little jot. i rewatched the christmas episode of spn and i literally cried... sam and dean deserve a nice normal holiday for once :(

[fangsnpaws]

cg!sam winchester headcannons ✩ wc: ~530 ✩ [div.]

this is about SFW agere/petre. dni if k¡nk. i’m a minor.

☆ CAREGIVER SAAAMM!!!! he would be so sweet. just be the best ever. that's it. that's the only headcannon. /j

★ i think that he wouldn't already know about regression, and it might take him a while to understand, but he would be so supportive. once he knew how much it helps you, he'd be all for it.

☆ he would probably do extra research into it. i mean... it's sam. i feel like he would really want to learn the science/psychology behind it. partially just out of curiosity, but also so that he can understand better. he would want to know exactly what's happening when you're regressing or dreaming so that he doesn't accidentally do something wrong.

★ he would LOVE playing!! whether you're a pet or a human little, he would adore it. i think he'd specifically really like physical playing! ⤵

☆ pretend roughhousing, picking you up and throwing you onto a bed/couch just to make you giggle, tickling if you'd enjoy it, spinning you around, putting you on his shoulders, doing the airplane game where he lays on his back and puts you in the air using his feet, crawling around on all fours and letting you sit on his back, playing peekaboo, etc.

★ but of course, he would really love all types of playing! with plushies or other toys, playing pretend, going to a park or outside in general, playing online games or board games/puzzles/card games, just anything. him and dean didn't have a lot of time or opportunities to be kids, so this would be really enjoyable and healing for him <3

☆ i can totally see him being a huge nickname guy. both calling you nicknames and petnames (if u want!), and receiving them!

★ i think some of his favs for you would be: baby, bud, pumpkin, tiny, hon(ey), bug, cutiepie, silly things like stinkybutt, jellybean, munchkin, short-stuff, and nick/petnames related to your animal type if you're a pet!

☆ i think some of his favs to receive would be: bubba, bubs, dada, sammy, samsam, and maybe even a sammy-wammy hehe

★ if you were okay with it, he would love to tell dean funny and adorable things that you two do together!! i think he'd love telling cas, too. (cg!cas hcs coming soon??)

☆ because of the frequent traveling, he would love to get you a toy or souvenir from everywhere they go! whether it be just a random tshirt, or something like a mothman plush if they're in point pleasant, wv!

★ speaking of random tshirt gifts, i think he'd really love buying you clothes and/or gear!! he'd love letting you borrow his clothes, as well as picking out goofy tshirts and bottoms with adorable patterns.

☆ he would take so much pride in being your caregiver, and be so happy that you trust him and that he'd be able to take care of you! having sammy as your cg would result in a lot of funny memories, so much healing for the both of you, and so much happiness. i think he'd be great at handling negative regressions, too. doing whatever he can to take care of you and bring you comfort <3

[john-bitchester]

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(I just realised I never made one, whoops) hya! I am Bubbles, or Bubs. I am an adult who is watching SPN for the first time 'round, slowly losing my sanity.

I am a big fan of Destiel, but love playing around with what a fucked up youth like the boys' did to em (I'm talking wincest here. They are fictional characters, bite me. I will tag everything appropiately so if wincest/destiel isn't your cuppa, blocking the tag will keep your dash free of it)

Some tags:

bubbles watches Supernatural (my thoughts, theories and annotations as I go through each episode. These will also be tagged by episode number and name)

wincest - samdean - deanjohn

destiel

[instert medium] goes BAM (cool fancreation I wish to be able to find again)

Nsfw bubbles

John winchester blogging

Brothers by blood / I like em bloody (images of them bloodied up)

Dad!dean

Demon boy - Sam season 3-5

Winchester pt3 (Adam? Is that his name?)

I thought I'd have more tags. Oh well, one day perhaps.

I love john winchester and like to bitch and theorise about him.

[scariusaquarius]

blood, guts, and transformers.

Chapter Eight: Wretched Plans

Winchester! Reader

Note: the readers' memory thing won't be explained until next chapter. sorry about that lmao.

Green eyes fluttered open as he slowly woke up from sleep, his body sore and bones aching. Looking around, the man noticed immediately that he was not in a motel nor at his home. His surroundings were very unfamiliar to him, and he was sure that the strangely colored dirt on his shirt wasn't actually dirt. The pounding in his head caused him to wince, and the man wondered to himself.

'Where am I?'

Looking around, he deemed it to be some sort of basement. Although, there were strange markings that he had never seen before written all along the walls. Was this some sort of supernatural prison cell? Why would he be in something like this, if it was? The door swung open, and a man in a business suit walked in, smirking.

"It's good to see that you're awake, Dean Winchester. Let's get down to business, shall we?"

-READER POV-

Groaning, I threw my hands up in the air, exclaiming.

"Sam, you're seriously blowing this way out of proportion. We've known Baby for so long, and we talk about her...er, him...as if he was a real person anyway. I don't see why Baby being a transformer is so bad."

Sam rubbed his face in exasperation, hissing quietly as to not let Baby hear him.

"Are you serious right now? Listen to yourself. Baby is a transformer. A living robot. Why can't I freak out about this, when there is plenty to be freaked out about?"

I rolled my eyes and whisper-yelled back at him, poking him in the chest.

"It's fine to be freaked out about it, Sam. You're just being dramatic! So, Baby is a transformer. Who cares! That just means that we have a better chance of finding Dad because of the technology that Baby has that we don't!"

Sam pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth. Castiel was silent, staring at us two. He took a breath before saying.

"As much as this unsettles me, (Y/n) is right. If Baby is as technologically advanced as she says he is, then we do have a higher chance of finding Dean."

Sam stared at the two of us before his shoulders slumped, his breath leaving him with a defeated sigh.

"Fine, fine. I just don't know how this ends well in any way. Dean is going to lose his shit when he finds out, you know that, right?"

I bit my lip and shrugged, looking at Sam as I supposed.

"I don't know. Dad gets hyped up about the strangest things. I think Baby being a sentient being will make all of his wildest dreams come true."

Sam's face paled as an image crossed his mind, and I punched his arm in realization, muttering.

"You're an imbecile."

Rubbing his arm, Sam pouted slightly, grabbing his duffel bag before following me into the garage, Baby turning to look at us. He gave us a deadpan look, asking.

"You guys done talking shit, or do I have enough time to recharge?"

I scoffed.

"We weren't talking shit about you. Don't flatter yourself like that."

Rolling his glowing green optics, Baby just shook his head.

"Whatever you say, bub. Are we ready to go? The faster we leave, the better. Dean is somewhere out there, and we're losing time with every shit-talk session you three have."

Glaring at Baby, I grabbed my duffel, watching as he transformed back into his alt mode. As I walked to the trunk, I spied Sam, and couldn't help but chuckle. His jaw was unhinged, mouth wide open with awe.

"Close your mouth, Sam. You're going to catch flies."

Putting my stuff in the trunk, I waited as Sam put his in as well, and grabbed the keys. Sitting in the drivers seat, Sam frowned at me.

"You're driving?"

I grinned while nodding.

"I always drive unless I ask Baby too."

Sam just shrugged as he got in, Castiel sitting in the back. Castiel asked.

"Where to, now?"

Baby answered as he pulled out of the garage.

"We now go back to Chicago. Captain Lennox has some new intel."

I perked up.

"He does? He didn't call me, though..."

My eyes widened as I realized that I had forgotten my phone back at N.E.S.T.

'Wow, you know, having your phone during times like these is kind of important, fuckface.'

God, I'm an idiot. Baby explained.

"Ironhide informed me. I believe it would be best for us to talk to him face-to-face."

At Baby's tone of voice, I had become suspicious. Sam, oblivious to my suspicion, asked.

"Do we even have clearance to go into N.E.S.T?"

"You should since you're with me. You're going to be put under protection, though. Meaning, you're probably not going to be allowed to leave until Will knows that we are no longer targets of the Decepticons."

Although, now that I thought about it...I was too tied-in with them to be safe anymore. However, Sam and Castiel had a chance...they hadn't been seen with me. Baby, seeming to sense my distress, simply suggested.

"Maybe you should get some sleep, bub. I'll slip some tunes on for you."

Biting my lip, I nodded before laying my head against the window, my eyes fluttering closed as the day began to die.

I was beginning to become tired of the dreams. However, I noticed it was with those thirteen shadows again from the first dream I had. They were clearer, however. I noticed they had the shapes of transformers, and were surrounding me. Their voices seemed to echo around me, bouncing off of the walls of the universe.

"With every step that you take, you get closer to your destiny. Do not let fear sway your from your path. There is much that you do not know...but you are young. You will learn."

I frowned, crossing my arms as I stared up at the tallest one.

"What do you mean by that? Just because I'm young doesn't mean that I don't know what I'm doing. I got this in the ropes, guys. The creepy dreams aren't needed."

I sensed amusement in the air, and a voice simply replied.

"The Stars have chosen you. It is He, the Lord of Light, who gives you guidance. We are support."

I blinked. Was that supposed to be a joke? Who the hell was 'the Lord of Light'?

"You guys and your cryptic messages...at least tell me this: is my father alive?"

"In due time, (Y/n)."

Sighing, I sat down on the rock, my hands holding the sides of my head. The dream began to fade away, but not before I sensed an air of...yearning within the atmosphere.

I sighed as I adjusted in my seat, my eyes fluttering open. Looking around, I noticed that we were just pulling into the bay of N.E.S.T. Sam was too captivated by Optimus to say good morning, but Baby, having noticed my movement, greeted me.

"Morning, bub. You woke up right on time."

"Yeah, I noticed that."

Sam looked at me, asking in disbelief.

"You've been hanging out with these guys?"

I glared at Sam.

"Oh, yeah. Good morning to you too, Sam. Glad you had a great sleep too, Sam. Thanks for asking, Sam."

Sam gave me a look of 'really?' before glancing back in front of him. Castiel murmured.

"It is quite shocking...but if they have not harmed (Y/n), then I suppose that we can trust them."

I nodded in confirmation. Getting out, I greeted the Autobots that had transformed.

"Hey, y'all."

Bumblebee waved at me while Ironhide, Ratchet, and Optimus nodded. Optimus greeted.

"It is great to see that you are back safely."

I nodded, replying.

"I was surprised that it was a smooth ride, but with Baby there to protect me, I didn't really have any doubt. He's been good to me so far."

I smiled and Optimus chuckled before his eyes strayed to Sam and Castiel. I introduced.

"Optimus, these are my uncles. Uncle Sam and Castiel."

Ironhide perked up, turning to look at Sam and Cas, and Optimus greeted, bowing his head.

"I am Optimus Prime. It is a pleasure to meet the kin of (Y/n) Winchester."

Sam whistled lowly, replying.

"Wow, I...I, um...this is really cool. I mean...it's a pleasure to meet you too!"

Castiel simply squinted, and I rolled my eyes.

"Castiel isn't that good at greeting people, but I'm sure that he thinks the same. Come on, let's stop bothering Prime and go find Will."

Optimus offered, turning his head in the direction of Will's office.

"You might find him in his office. He was in there just a moment ago."

"Thank you, Optimus!"

"You're welcome. You may come to me if you need anything else."

I paused, my dream flashing through my head.

'It is He, the Lord of Light, who gives you guidance.'

Biting my lip, I asked.

"I...I actually do have a question."

Optimus perked up, and Sam blinked at me, his eyebrow furrowing as he waited for me to ask.

"You may ask me your question."

Taking a deep breath, I asked.

"Who is the Lord of Light?"

Ratchet seemed to choke, and Optimus frowned.

"Where did you hear that?"

I paled and admitted.

"I..I had a dream...and that was said in my dream. I thought you might know what it meant.."

Ratchet muttered.

"I haven't heard Him described like that in years."

I glanced at Ratchet.

'Him?'

Optimus explained.

"The Lord of Light is another name for our creator-god, Primus."

I felt my breath leave my body. Optimus, sensing my shock, asked me.

"You said that you dreamed of this name being said?"

I nodded, and Optimus opened his mouth to speak. However, he was interrupted by Will, who had come out of his office.

"(Y/n)! You're back!"

Becoming distracted, I turned to look at Will and nodded.

"Yeah. I just got back...I was talking to Optimus just now, but was about to find you. Baby said that you got a new lead."

Will nodded, giving an apologetic look to Optimus as he pulled me away to his office.

"I did, and it's really important. You might need to sit down for this."

William turned, but when he spied Sam, he paused.

"Hey, who's this?"

"This is my Uncle Sam, Will."

Will's eyes widened at me before looking to Sam. Will straightened up before holding a hand out to Sam.

"Wow, it's really great to meet you."

Sam shook his hand, nodding.

"As to you. Thank you for taking care of my niece. I really appreciate it, and I'm sure Dean would as well."

Will's cheeks dusted pink from Sam's words, and he smiled at me, ruffling my hair.

"What can I say? She kind grows on you after awhile."

"Hey! I'm standing right here, jackass."

"Oh, I know."

I grumbled, crossing my arms. Spying Castiel, who was taking everything in, I poked Will before gesturing to him.

"That's Cas."

"The not technological uncle?"

"Right."

Sam rolled his eyes before calling to Cas, who simply looked over before sauntering over to us. Will nodded at Castiel before informing us all.

"I found a really important lead on your father. It's the most reliable one we have so far."

Perking up, I asked.

"What is it?"

Will walked to his computer, bringing up a video. Clicking play, I frowned as I watched the video. In the area the video was in, there was smoke and dust all around. People were running through, whether running down the sidewalks or roads. In the background, I could see transformers fighting, and my eye caught a flash of flannel. Flannel that I knew too well. I gasped as my father's face came into view. His eyes looked wild, looking all around as he looked for a way to go.

His face was ridden with blood, dirt, and soot, looking as if he had just tumbled out of a burning building. When he spied the fighting robots, he wasted no time in following the small crowd of people, running as fast as he could down the street. When the video cut, I was in tears, my mouth covered with my hands. I looked at Will, and Will said.

"This is the most compelling lead we have. It's not a yes or no...but it definitely gives us more reason to believe that your father is alive."

I shot up out of my seat, pointing to the screen.

"What about my mom? My mom wasn't on there. My mom wasn't with him, Will."

Will's face became solemn, and I knew. I knew in an instant. Will said quietly, looking down at his feet.

"A report from one of the morticians at one of the funeral homes came in...came in confirming Lisa Braeden dead...I'm sorry."

I whispered, tears falling down my face.

"You're lying...She can't be dead...she was with him in the first video tape, Will..."

Will's own eyes were filled with tears as he handed me a piece of paper. I sobbed out when I realized that it was a death certificate. Which, in fact, was my mothers. Sam's arms came around me, his voice sad and broken.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry."

I cried out, falling to my knees, Sam falling with me. Will gave me a broken look, not knowing what to do, and I simply cried, holding the paper to my chest.

-WITH THE AUTOBOTS-

Epps winced as (Y/n)'s crying bled through the walls of Will's office, his own heart breaking for her. The Autobots had paused in their movements, not daring to even speak as the broken cries filled the compound. No one moved. No one dared to make a sound. Not even Sam Witwicky, whose heart yearned to comfort his new friend. Ironhide was silent, his optics closed, and Epps whispered, his voice almost inaudible.

"Pie Iesu Domine, dona eis requiem."

Ironhide looked over, searching the wide web for the translation of what Epps had said. When Ironhide found it, his optics closed slightly, his spark filling with sorrow for (Y/n).

"Lord, have mercy, Jesus blest. Grant them all Your Light and Rest."

-TIMESKIP-READERS POV-

My eyes fluttered open, and I noticed I was warm. Looking around, I noticed I was laying down, and an arm was thrown over my waist. Recognizing it as Sam's arm, I gently picked it up, placing it on his own side. Sitting up, I stretched, wondering when I fell asleep. My shoulders slumped in remembrance. I had cried myself to sleep in Sam's arms. He must have laid us down afterwards. Looking up, Will was at his desk, going through paperwork, and Castiel was nowhere to be seen. Standing up, the noise caught Will's attention, and he smiled softly at me.

"Hey."

I pursed my lips before replying back to him quietly.

"Hey."

Will informed, leaning back in his seat.

"We had lunch about half an hour ago, but I think we might have leftovers. If you're hungry, I can get you some."

I shook my head. Biting my lip, my heart began to ache again, and I sighed. Looking at Will, I walked over to him before sitting in his lap, hugging him tightly. Will stiffened for a second before hugging me back, his arms tight.

"I know, sweetheart."

I whispered, my eyes filling with tears.

"She was with him, Will. I don't...I don't know what went wrong."

Will gently ran his fingers through my hair, whispering.

"I don't know either...but I know that you're going to get through this. You're a strong, young woman, (Y/n)."

I admitted, saying into his shoulder.

"I don't want to be strong, Will. I'm so tired."

Will's arms tightened around me, and he whispered once more.

"Then I'll be strong for you. You can lean on me, (Y/n). It's ok to be weak...and to show weakness and vulnerability to others. I've got you, baby girl. I've got you."

I quietly sobbed into his shoulder, holding onto him as if he was my life-line. I guess that in this moment, he was.

"I told you once that I was going to fill in for Dean the best that I could, and I'll be damned if I don't do the best damn job that I can. I'm not going to let you mourn alone. I may have not known her...but I know how much she meant to you. She's your mom, after all."

Will pulled back, gently wiping my tears. I looked him in the eyes as he said.

"If I could bring her back to life, I would...but I'm not god, no matter how much I wish I could be right now. But I promise you this: I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here, right by your side...no matter what comes. You're...you're my daughter, as weird as that sounds. I'm not going to lose you, and you're not going to lose me. Not anytime soon."

I shook my head, whispering.

"I get it...I get what you're saying. Like I said: Never lose that righteous fire that burns within you, William Lennox. Don't ever change."

"I wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart."

We hugged, and William whispered sweetly.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

I wistfully smiled, replying back.

"Love you too, idiot."

In a sense, I did love William. He had become my father-figure, the one who guided me and protected me, and kept me happy and in good health. He had done what only one other man in the world did, and that was give me a family, even if it was full of autonomous robotic organisms and people trained for war. He had become the alternate version of Dean Winchester, and I was completely ok with it. Getting up, I wiped my eyes and mumbled.

"I'm going to go find Baby. I need some me-time...and to go find Castiel."

Will chuckled and replied, poking my side.

"Don't be gone too long. I might miss you."

"Oh, please. If you miss me while I'm gone for only like fifteen minutes, then you have issues."

I walked out without another word.

-WITH WILL-

Will watched after (Y/n), watching as her form disappeared behind the door, and shook his head, chuckling lowly. Turning back to his desk, his began to sift through his paperwork, looking through upcoming missions and whatnot. Sam's voice startled him, causing his head to shoot up.

"You really care about her, don't you."

It was more of a statement than a question, but William nodded nonetheless.

"Of course I do. (Y/n) has shown me something that I've never seen before."

Sam quirked his eyebrow up, asking.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"What it truly means to not let your trauma define you, and to instead rise and grow from it."

Sam's eyes widened, his jaw slightly unhinging. If Sam was honest, it was one of the nicest things he had ever heard anybody say about his niece. Nevertheless, one of the truest, as well. Looking down at his lap, Sam replied quietly.

"(Y/n) was never one to allow herself to give in during the hard times. It's not who she is...and it's never been, even when she was young."

Sam looked at Will, admitting.

"But...the only reason she survives is because there is someone to survive for. Whether it's herself, her dad, hell, even you. She died in a car crash, and yet she came back...do you know who she came back for?"

Will was quiet, unable to answer. Sam answered for him.

"She came back for you. You are her anchor right now, Will. You're the one she is surviving for. Even if Dean is alive, she's going to survive for you, as well as him, now that she knows that he is alive. You mean as much to her as Dean does now."

Will was in awe. If he was honest, he hadn't thought about it like that. Sam admitted, shrugging.

"Her father is the same way. Dean always fought for someone...always did the best he could for someone...always survived for someone else. Though, the only difference between him and (Y/n) is that he never kept himself in mind. It was always about the other person."

Sam looked up at Will and asked.

"Promise me something?"

Will nodded.

"Of course."

"Protect her with your life...and survive for her like she survives for you. Until we find Dean...you're her father...do what you gotta to protect her, ok?"

Will was teary-eyed. How could someone who barely knew him entrust him with so much? The fact that the brother of the father of (Y/n) Winchester was saying this to him...it made a weight on his shoulders climb on, though it was comfortable. Because for (Y/n), he would hold the world on his shoulders if he had too.

"I promise."

Sam smiled a bit before getting up, putting a hand on Will's shoulder, patting it before walking out. With Will being left to his own devices, he couldn't help but cry.

-WITH READER-READER POV-

As I walked out to the Bay, I could see that Baby had transformed, sitting back against the wall. His optics were closed, arms crossed. The Autobots were all currently working on different things, Optimus analyzing street cameras. Ratchet seemed to be working on some kind of medical stuff, and Ironhide was working on his weapons. Bumblebee was entertaining Sam Witwicky, and I sighed. They all seemed to be distracting themselves, and I felt like I was the reason to blame. A hand on my shoulder made me jump, and Uncle Sam came into my view.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?"

Uncle Sam shook his head.

"No. I'm a light sleeper. I woke up when the door opened."

I nodded and turned back to the autobots. I frowned when I noticed that Castiel was still nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Castiel?"

Uncle Sam whispered into my ear.

"He's doing business up in heaven."

I mouthed an 'oh' before scratching the back of my neck. Looking at Sam, who was still being annoyed by Bumblebee, I pointed him out.

"See that kid over there?"

Uncle Sam nodded and I replied.

"His name is Sam, too. He's really sweet...and his car turned out to be a transformer."

Uncle Sam hummed, his eyebrows shooting up.

"That's pretty neat."

I chuckled, rolling my eyes before walking over to Sam. Bumblebee, having noticed my presence, perked up and announced it by saying.

"Pretty woman walking down the street!"

Sam turned, and I waved at him, greeting.

"Hey, Sam. Hey, Bee."

Bee chirped, and Sam nodded.

"Hey, (Y/n). How, um..how are you feeling?"

I smiled softly, replying.

"I'm feeling ok. Numb, if I'm honest."

Sam's eyes softened, and he replied.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). I'm not the best at this stuff, but if there's something I can do...just let me know, alright?"

I nodded, smiling at him. Bumblebee replied, tilting his head at me.

"Same goes for...me...as well...honey."

I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Ugh, you two are sweeter than I can handle. Anyway, I wanted to introduce you to someone."

Sam glanced at my uncle, and I smiled.

"Sam, this is my uncle, Sam. Uncle Sam, meet Sam."

Uncle Sam chuckled as I did, and Sam awkwardly held a hand out.

"It's nice to meet you. (Y/n)'s spoken a lot about you."

"Good things, I hope."

Sam shrugged, and I gasped.

"Hey, I never talk shit about my Uncle! Only when he deserves it."

Uncle Sam gave me a face, and I snickered. Bumblebee chuckled, and Optimus called.

"(Y/n), I believe I might have found an explanation to your fathers disappearance."

Whipping around, I jogged to him, and he held a digit to his helm, his optics projecting the image of a street. The autobots, Sam, Uncle Sam, and Baby crowded around Optimus as he showed the video.

"It appears that another human took your father into custody."

I gawked. Why would they take my father? I watched as a vehicle pulled up beside my father, the back door opening. Two men jumped out, grabbing my father, and shoved him into the vehicle before speeding away. However, I noticed something strange about one of the men.

"Optimus, can you pause on that guys face? The one on the left?"

Optimus did as asked, and paused. The guy was looking directly at the camera, but there was something strange about his eyes. Uncle Sam asked.

"Do you think you could zoom in, and maybe clear up the image, if you can?"

"I can try."

Optimus did as he was asked, and I gawked when I looked at the image. The man in the image had eyes as black as night, no whites in his eyes visible. Ratchet murmured to himself.

"I have never seen anything like this before."

Uncle Sam had stiffened, and I wondered if this had to do with the supernatural stuff he had told me about. Looking back at the image, I declared.

"Figuring out where that vehicle went is going to be our best bet of getting my dad back. So, let's try to track that vehicle via security footage. I think Uncle Sam wouldn't mind running the plate."

Uncle Sam blinked at me before nodding, his face serious. Will's voice startled me, his eyes trained onto the image of the man with the black eyes.

"That's not just me, is it? That guy has black eyes, right? I'm seeing that correctly?"

Baby muttered in disgust as he stared the image down.

"It ain't just you, bub. It's all real."

Will shook his head.

"Maybe they're contacts to try and sway facial recognition. Dumb, but creepy."

Uncle Sam muttered to himself.

"I doubt it. I'm going to start researching."

Nodding, Sam left to go grab his computer, and I simply stared at the image of the black eyed man. Will shook his head, muttering.

"This is the creepiest thing I've seen in a long time."

"I don't know, have you ever looked into a mirror before?"

Will glared at me while a snicker came from Sam. Will gave the boy a look, muttering.

"Watch it, you two. I'm not opposed to hanging you up by your ankles."

"I'd like to see you try."

I replied. Will huffed before turning.

"I'm going to go help your uncle. Don't you cause any trouble."

"I will!"

Will put a finger in the air as he walked.

"I mean it! I'll ground you!"

"Your authority only goes as far as the blood!"

Will pouted at me before walking back into his office. Shaking his head, Sam asked.

"Is it always this way between you two?"

I nodded, shrugging.

"He's just sensitive, is all."

Sam laughed lightly, and I offered.

"I'm going to ask Optimus about some stuff. You want to accompany me?"

Sam's cheeks dusted pink, and he nodded.

"Sure! Any fling-I mean thing! Anything is fun with you! I mean, not like a romantic thing or anything. Just like friends! Cause we're friends. Friends are cool. Right, Bee? Right."

Ducking his head, Sam began to stomp up the stairs to the platform level with Optimus's face, and I couldn't help but cackle.

"Gee, Sam! Buy me a drink first!"

"Shut up!"

-NO ONES POV-

"You really think these guys are going to give you what you want?"

His voice was hoarse, his body painful from the beatings he had received. Spitting blood, Dean glared at the man in front of him, the mans eyes occasionally gleaming a sickening black.

"It's not about choice, Dean. It's about power and dominance."

The demon walked around Dean slowly, saying.

"The Decepticons have a clear vision: to restore their race, and to restore their home to the great empire that it once was while enslaving all of mankind for their dirty work. Doesn't that sound familiar?"

Dean didn't want to admit it, but it did sound familiar. A little too familiar. The demon chuckled.

"We demons could help them with that. We don't need oxygen to survive. We are adaptable. We are made for survival."

"You were just a side project Lucifer got bored of. Don't flatter yourself."

Dean snapped, glaring at the creature. The demon winced in faux pain.

"Oh, Dean, now don't be like that. Lucifer created us to be like this for a reason. He just got scared after a while."

The demon grinned maniacally as he sharpened a knife.

"And he had every right to be. We would have devoured him too, hadn't it been for him letting us out to roam free, and to play with whoever we wanted."

Dean rolled his eyes. What an ego. Though, Dean was curious.

"What role do these 'Decepticons' play in the elaborate plan of yours to take over the world?"

He chuckled as he closed in on Dean, Dean snarling at the demon as he brought the knife to Dean's face.

"They're the pawns in the chess board. With every move that they make, we become closer to our goal. When the Second Great War begins, we will be able to move in behind the scenes. We will help fight the Autobots, and when we win, we'll kill them all."

Dean snarled out.

"You're sick."

"No, this is ingenuity. This is the beginning of a new era, Dean! Embrace it! You just might be the face of the new revolution after our victory."

"Why keep me locked up?"

The Demon chuckled, trailing the knife along Dean's lips.

"Because seeing you so helpless, Dean Winchester, is one of my favorite things."

Dean glared at the Demon as it laughed, wincing and trying not to make a sound as it cut into his skin. With every cut, the demon spoke.

"We'll cut that little tattoo from your skin, and then take your body."

He sliced into Dean's thigh, causing Dean to growl in pain.

"We'll keep you awake, though, just so you can enjoy the show! Cause I know you're gonna want to see it when we slaughter your little brother, Sammy. The screams he'd give. Oh, it sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it."

The demon chuckled before adding.

"Oh, and we can't forget about our little angel friend, Castiel. Ripping his wings from his body will be a fun time. The look on his face would be priceless."

Dean was snarling, trying to keep his cool, but when the demon opened his mouth again, Dean wasn't able to hold back.

"And, as always, we save the best for last: your little princess of a daughter. See, I'll personally make sure you're awake for that one. I can see it. Her facial expression as she believes her own father is cutting her up into little pieces. The poor thing. She's gonna be so traumatized before she even gets to hell."

"You touch one hair on my daughters body, and I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking kill you all. Do you understand me? I'll make it the slowest and most painful thing you ever fucking felt."

The demon laughed.

"Boy, I'm sure it's nothing Hell hasn't done before!"

Dean said, low and dangerous as the knife dragged across his skin once more.

"No, it'll be worse. Much worse, that I promise you."

Growing tired, the demon put the knife down on the table in the far left. He grinned at Dean, saying.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you attempt that."

He laughed while walking out of the door, his laughter carrying through and echoing all around him.

Chapter Nine

[golden-bubblebee]

Bubs watches supernatural!

05×20 the devil you know

As someone with a deep disgust for bodily fluids, the 'were hunting pestilence' episode will be horrific

Oh hey, look at them, WEARING THEIR MASKS

Oh my God Crowley I love you

They burned my house

THEY ATE MY TAILOR

Damn whats the poor streetlight done to him

Single pane glass

Used contraception in the fireplace

I love this mans order of importance

*cough* destiel carsex *cough*

'Do the best of somebody better' is such a beautiful line

HAHAHA NOT THE SAME LINE BEING USED ON HIM BY PESTILENCE

NO

NO

NO SAM

NO

I can feel what you're thinking here

And ITS A VERY BAD PLAN (Get possesed by the devil, overtake him, walk in the cage, get un-possesed)

Love that he doesn't even try to open the door, just bangs it so daddy can save him

'You killed them?!'

Dean you MORON what did you expect, he is a demon

What a man

Who tha fuck is brady

WHERE IS YOUR MOOOOSEEEE

I can see it

Sam you emotionally unstable stupid fuck

LOVERS IN LEAGUE AGAINST SATAN

Crowley has style I see

HELLO DARLING

CROWLEY HAS A HELLHOUND

Tbh Crowley could kill me with style in the way the others never could, and I wouldn't even be mad about it

BOBBY WE ARE SMARTER THAN THIS

[theaudacitytowrite]

The most unrealistic thing in S1E13...Cassie DUMPING DEAN!

[icharchivist]

its karma considering its implied that theres a version of beelzebub in that world who is their dean (theres great fanart of that) and has to deal with belial and lucilius being troublemakers. so really our bubs is enacting revenge for both himself and his other universe self. such a selfless guy.

POETIC JUSTICE. so glad Bubs can at least have some revenge, as a treat, for all the versions of him that suffers through the timelines. So selfless. He helps himself, and himself in another world, so not just himself! What a hero. What a lad.

[askthearchivistt]

HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE INSTITUTE.

this is an ask blog for the magnus archives characters, most of you know this, and this gives me the opportunity to answer any random questions for folks and share art pieces of mine that i feel like bumping up!

so here are your main bubs, when asking things mark down who the question if for with an emoji below;

– jonathan “sims” unglück 📼

– darius “sims” / the watcher 👁️

– jonathans reflection / junior 🪞

and as for the writer himself;

the names dean or jonathan and ill be talking with the “watchivist speaking” tag! this blog again is really just for fun and i hope everyone enjoys it. please keep things pg and ask away!

[dean-theventurebro]

"Dean, I got a confession t'make. I think I got a crush on you." She said this with an entirely straight face, somehow.

The freckled boy had no idea what act she was putting on. So he decided to play along just for fun.

"Oh my! I had no idea you felt this way! After all these months of, now, obvious signs. I should've known better." He said in a old southern lady drawl.

[angelsdean]

do you ever do something so deancoded ur like. oh my god. he’s inside me

[kwonminsik]

DEAN (딘) - love @ TIKTOK STAGE with HIPHOPPLAYA [200527]

[john-bitchester]

Bubs watches Supernatural. 06×08 all dogs go to heaven

I love that Sam‽ not sleeping implies that it is the soul that needs sleep, not the brain

[That bobby singer? Give him a kiss from me.]

Im sorry its straight up canon at this point

Daddy and papa are married

Canon

Wedlocked

Its fucking fact

Why would they need to bring the werewolf they captured to bobby?? /j

[You bag the howler, bring it home papa.]

No actually, I need to talk about this

[I still think about Suzie Heizer. - Biology class Suzie Heizer?]

Sammy went through dozens of schools, traveling, hunting. And yet. And yet Dean not only recognises the name, but immediately calls 'she had biology with you'

Now when talking about a person, there is not a real need to say 'oh I met this girl in biology class and shes awesome, we really klicked'!

That sentence works fine without specifying the class too

So dad!Dean took an active effort to know about Sams schoollife, over and over and over again

Every new class, he would know the students sam talked of often

And I know that speaking of people a lot will make remember them after a while. But if they then don't get talked about anymore? They get forgotten too

And yet Dean knew, immediately, she was from bio.

Dean winchester you are not telling me you slept an entired full nights sleep on top of the covers, fully dressed IN JEANS

Your feet and crotch need some time to breathe man

[Let me get dressed, RoboCop.]

WDYM DEAN YOU ALREADY ARE FULLY DRESSED YOU FREAK

I know he means into an FBI suit

BUT BE SO FR RN

Someone get my man some joggins, he'd fucking love those

Ah yes. Putting a loaded gun in our trousers

How has it already been 40 minutes and I am only 10 minutes into the episode

Why is this woman giving off 'I get abused' vibes

Theory: its actually the shy, unnasuming wife they need, not the loud mouthed party husband

[Before we hand him over to a lifetime of demon rape?]

Makes one wonder if Dean got raped in hell

He doesnt say a lifetime of demon torture

No he specifically says rape

[Let's head back. We can re-attack this in a couple hours.]

Dean why didnt you just sleep and let Sam‽ watch em. He literally dont need sleep

Unless you don't trust him to be smart abt it

LUCKY DA DAWG IS THE WEREFOLF ALPHA

What in the teenwolf fanfic

Okay I sill give it to Sam

'Go to hell' - 'already been, wasn’t my thing'

Is a fucking power move

Sniper!Dean is very fucking hot

Point in case