#dean winchester being a sassy older brother

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🩵𝑺𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍🩵

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Crushing, friends to lovers, pet names, Sexual tension, Mellow sexual thoughts, Size kink, p in v, nipple play, multiple rounds, oral sex, praise kink, aftercare

Mentions: She/her reader pronouns, Reader wears a skirt, Reader is implied to be shorter than Sam, Imagining early seasons Sam, Dean is present

"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman"

AN: uhh I know I died for like a month but supernatural brain rot is incoming. Sam girl for life <3 anyhow, happy holidays loves. This is so self-indulging, sorry babes.

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Sam Winchester is an awkward man. He's so respectful he doesn't know what to do with himself sometimes. But don't mistake his sweet attitude for a lack of attraction.

When you bend over to pick his book up off the floor for him, he notices your skirt sliding up your thighs. He quickly looks away as he runs a hand through the back of his messy brown hair.

Sam always opens the door of the Impala for you when you join him and Dean on road trips. He notices the way you let your hand brush over his arm as you help yourself into the car. Dean just lets out a small laugh as he climbs into the driver's seat.

Sam watches you saunter around the motel room in his shirt. Under the claim that 'it's just more comfortable'. He loves the way your figure is swallowed up by his larger clothes.

Sometimes it was almost degrading how respectful he was. In truth, you were trying to get his attention. To catch him peaking under your skirt, getting hard from seeing you in his shirt, or him finally being pushed over the edge by your 'discreet' affectionate touches. You swore you were gonna have to climb in his lap and say "fuck me" for him to actually do it.

In truth, Sam wasn't oblivious to what you wanted. Rather he was too kind to give it to you. He thought you were so precious that he needed to deny you. Sleeping with you would be too personal, too intimate and he wouldn't be able to let go of you after.

Dean let out a small laugh, Sam and him were alone in the hotel room while you went to go get dinner for the three. "What, Dean?" Sam asked in his partially sassy attitude as he read through his book. "Nothing nothing...it's just funny watching her pawn for you. Think you might be hurtin' her feelings." Dean smirked as he looked over at his little brother. Sam sighed in response, knowing he could only be talking about you. "I'm not that stupid, I know what she wants...I just..." he ran a hand through his hair "I don't think I should". "Sammy" Dean inquires "Look, she knows what we do. She hasn't gone running yet and she's perfectly human, there's nothing dangerous about that girl" he chuckles. "I know you're afraid because of what happened but...I think this might be something worth risking".

Sam let Dean's words simmer in his thoughts all night. For once he might actually agree with his older brother.

The next night you and Sam were alone. You finally spilled, being brutally honest. Sam watched with a bit of shock as you admitted how you'd be pawning for him. All your actions had a purpose and how bad you wanted to be his girlfriend. You almost wanted to cry with how emotionally overwhelmed this made you trying to explain yourself.

"Lovely, I'm sorry..." Sam stands as he cups your cheek and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. "I know you want me but I was being selfish because I know if I...indulge myself in you, I won't be able to let you go ever again." he explained, his voice was so gentle and his eyes reminded you of a puppy with the way he looked at you. "Maybe...I'm a little selfish too" you chime in "I just...I wanna be yours so bad that I don't really care what happens".

Those words alone tumbled the tension between both of you over the edge. Sam's kisses were soft then heated and needy. He had you pushed against the motel wall while both of you discarded your clothes. His larger figure covered you as he kissed you desperately. His hands engulfed your hips as he gripped them.

Once you two were on the bed, his hands fondled your breasts, teasing your nipples between his fingers. His chest pressed into your back as he kissed along your neck. You reached back to tangle a hand into his hair.

Sam was so sweet but he was a fucking god in bed. He knew exactly where to kiss, fondle, and tease. Nothing but deeply slurred words of "How does that feel?", "You okay?", "Taking me so well, lovely", and "Good girl...". You went three rounds with him...

He rubbed your clit and toyed with your nipples, leaving kisses and sucking up your neck. You came on his fingers, feeling him stretch you open. You wanted to watch his strong hands fuck into you so bad.

He nestled himself between your thighs. His tongue lapping up your first orgasm. You watched as you tugged on his hair, noticing the dominant look in his eyes. His hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread as you squirmed beneath him. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it until he fucked his tongue inside you while you came again.

Then finally he fills you with his cock, only after making sure you were okay. He had you stuffed to the brim, grunts and moans leaving him with each thrust. He pressed his forehead against yours as he kissed your cervix with the tip of his dick.

When you came for a third time, he let you ride your high until he pulled out and finished on your stomach. A gentleman as always, not stuffing you with his cum on the first night. Even if you wouldn't have minded.

Sam carefully cleaned you up in the bath. Warm water envelops you both. He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder and gently rubbed your side as he cleaned you up. His actions are no longer lustful, this was just affectionate. "Did you enjoy yourself? Wasn't too much?" he asked softly, his expression back to looking like a puppy. "I'm fine, Sammy. It was perfect..." You smiled and kissed him softly.

[kaleldobrev]

Aren't You a Little Young? (4) — The 15 Year Problem Series

Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Series Summary: Needing help on a poltergeist case, you ask fellow hunter Sam Winchester for help. Despite having a broken arm, Sam agrees to help you. But, just as he’s about to head out and meet you, Dean tells him that he’ll take his place and help instead.

Chapter Word Count: 1.8k

Chapter Warnings: Cursing (2x), Age Gap (15 years), Sexual tension, Asshole Cop & Sassy!Reader

Authors Note: A prequel series to the Old Man Universe (OMU) on how Dean and reader met | Takes place a few days after Dean is cured from being a demon in 2016 (please read this post for reasonings why it’s 2016, not 2014) | A little bit of a shorter part | As always, thoughts are in italics and the "POV's" switch between Dean & Reader | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

⋆ The 15 Year Problem Masterlist ⋆

⬸ Go Back & Read Chapter 3

The first night (well, night was a strong word, as when the pair of you ended up finally going to bed, it was close to sunrise) sharing a bed with the older Winchester brother wasn't as awkward as you expected it to be, but the entire time you were afraid to move a muscle, as you didn't want to accidentally roll over and spoon him. But you couldn't help but wonder what he would have done if you did that. What kind of excuse would you have come up with? Would he have believed you?

You kept your back toward him, and from your peripheral, you noticed that he also kept his back toward you. You wondered if he usually slept on his side, or just stuck to that way of sleep in order to give you as much sleeping space as possible.

When you woke, it was almost 9 in the morning; a lot later than when you usually woke when on a case, but you figured you must of needed the sleep because you got four hours instead of your usual two.

You reached out your hand at the empty spot next to you, and it was still slightly warm. You felt a slight sadness, hoping that Dean hadn't left you alone in the motel room. You hoped that he would have waited for you to get up before doing anything. Then again, you didn't completely know how the man operated.

The sound of shower going on made your heart skip a beat, and you felt weirdly giddy knowing that Dean hadn't left you alone in the motel. But as you heard the shower running, you could hear something else coming from the bathroom. Is he...humming? You questioned, and then you smiled, thinking how adorable it was that someone like Dean sung or hummed in the shower.

Rolling onto your back, you looked up at the ceiling for a moment, smiling at the situation. For the first time in a long time, you felt at peace; you were happy. But that happiness and smile quickly faded when reality started to sink in. Dean was not your boyfriend, and he was never going to be. Once this case was done and over with, you'd have to go back to your apartment to your actual boyfriend. A boyfriend who you were planning on breaking up with the moment you stepped past the threshold.

Dean was barely able to get any sleep because of you. Not because you were tossing and turning, but because of how close you were to him and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. You were barely a foot away from him, and all he wanted to do was reach out and touch you; bringing you close to his chest and feel your skin against his. He wanted more than anything to just stroke your cheek and give you a forehead kiss. Maybe when the case was done and over with, he could somehow find an excuse to hug you at least.

He needed to stop with the fantasies of you and him together. It was never going to happen. You were never going to actively choose to be with him, or someone like him. Maybe if he wasn't a hunter, then maybe he would of had a chance with you. Then again, if he wasn't a hunter, maybe he would have never met you in the first place. That's when he started debating with himself about whether or not meeting you was the best thing to happen to him in a while or the worst thing to happen to him in a while.

Dean sighed, shutting off the water as he prepared himself to face you this morning. He was lucky when he woke up, because you were still sound asleep next to him. You were completely curled up, and you looked so peaceful.

The ride to the police station was quick, yet painful, as he was in another confined space with you. Your perfume or whatever you wore that smelt citrusy and woodsy at the same time kept hitting his nose throughout the drive. At one point, he held his breath so he couldn't smell you, because you smelt absolutely intoxicating to him. The urge to pull over and kiss you kept hitting him.

But that was not the only part of the drive that was torture for him. During the drive, you sang along to whatever music he had playing: Zeppelin, AC/DC, Johnny Cash, you name it. You knew every single word to every single song that he played. Did Sam put you up to this somehow to make him feel better after months and months of being a demon? He shook that thought quickly out of his head, as you being a siren made the most sense to him. Then again, Sam did like to fuck with him sometimes...

Out of nowhere, you turned to him, a soft smile on your lips. "So, I was thinking, after we go talk to some of the cops and hopefully get some files at the station, we go back to that diner and actually have a sit down meal together?" You asked. The question you asked him was so innocent, but yet, he sensed a slight romantic intention behind it. Were you flirting with him? No, you couldn't have. You were dating someone and you were 15 years younger than him; there was no chance that you were. But in order to survive, he needed to say no, as much as he wanted to say yes.

"Sure," he said, and mentally cursed at himself.

"Awesome," you said, keeping that same soft smile on your lips. You turned back to the window and looked out, resting your chin on your hand as you continued to quietly hum to Deep Purple.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Shaw, and this is my partner Special Agent Hanniger. We're here in regard to the three murder victims you've had in the last month," you stated, both you and Dean flashing your respective badges.

The officer looked at you and Dean a few times, before a confused look formed on his face. "Aren't you a little young looking to be a federal agent ma'am? You look to be jailbait to me," he said, half chuckling to himself.

All you wanted to do was roll your eyes at this jailbait comment, and reprimand him to making such a comment, but you had to keep your composure. Unfortunately, this was not the first time you had heard such a comment, and it probably wouldn't be your last.

Out of your peripheral, you noticed that Dean was about to speak, but you quickly started talking, as you felt defending yourself would sound better coming from you, than him. "Why thank you Officer. I really appreciate that comment, because I can tell that my skin care routine is really doing wonders. But, just so you're aware, the minimum age to be a Special Agent is 23, and since I first applied when I was 23, and have been a Special Agent for the past five years, I am not what you call jailbait by any means. You can even ask my partner here, as he's been my partner all five of these years."

You flashed the officer a smile, the kind of smile you gave people to let them know that you were not going to be dealing with their bullshit. Silence fell between the three of you, and out of your peripheral, you could see Dean smirking, like he was impressed by you. "Whenever you're ready, we'd like to see those case files," you said.

"Um, right, right. Uh, this way Miss...I mean, Agent. Agent," the officer said, stumbling over his words, embarrassed by the confrontation that he probably wasn't expecting from someone like you.

Dean couldn't help but experience such an intense amount of joy in the way you spoke to the officer; as he couldn't have been more proud. There was a part of him that wanted to give you a pat on the back or give a thumbs up, followed by a 'that's my girl,' but he knew he couldn't do that. You weren't his girl; you weren't his anything.

“This is Special Agents Shaw and Hanniger,” the officer said, introducing you and Dean to the coroner. The officer looked at the two of you again. “Jones here can answer any questions you have,” he said, directing his comment to you and smiling.

“Thank you,” you said nodding, as the officer headed back up the stairs, leaving you, Dean, and the coroner alone in the basement.

“Special Agents?” Jones questioned, placing his pen down on his desk. “Why does the FBI have an interest in these cases? They’re pretty cut and dry.”

“If they’re so cut and dry, why haven’t you released a cause of death yet to the public?” You questioned.

The coroner sighed. “We’re trying not to worry the public by releasing the causes,” he explained. But you weren’t taking that as an answer, as you felt that there was a deeper reasoning behind it.

“Meaning?” Dean asked, joining the conversation.

“I’m assuming the both of you read my reports,” Jones said, eyeing the two of you. You did, but you weren’t sure if Dean had the chance to glance at them at all before he switched places with Sammy.

“Yes, but your files didn’t have a whole lot of detail to them,” you stated.

“Not much I can write when the cause of death is something that’s completely unnatural for the body to do,” Jones said. “How do you explain to three separate families, that their loved ones had all of their blood drained from their bodies with no forced entry, no signs of a struggle, and no markings to indicate where the blood was drained from? If you know, I’d love to hear it.”

“Can we see the bodies?” You asked, and the coroner shook his head. “No?”

“They’ve already been cremated,” he said, almost sounding disappointed.

“Already? It’s an open serial murder investigation and the last murder happened not even three days ago.” You found it strange that there was not even one body that you and Dean could examine for yourselves.

“Although we have no leads, we wanted to give the families closure,” Jones explained. “Or do you not believe in closure Agent Shaw?”

“I do. But I’m not sure how you expect us to help you, when we don’t even have a single body to look at to see if you missed anything.” You were starting to become frustrated, annoyed at the coroner, even though you knew he was just trying to do his job — even if it was a lousy one.

You took a deep breath, and Dean took that as his cue to continue the conversation. “Can you give us copies of the autopsies you performed?”

“Yes, I can make copies for you,” Jones said, getting up from his desk. “The witness statements as well?”

“We’ll take anything that’ll be useful in finding a possible lead,” Dean said, and Jones nodded, leaving the room so he could retrieve copies of the reports.

Once the coroner left, you turned to Dean, slightly sighing. “I could really go for a beer right about now. How about you?”

⤑ Move Forward & Read Chapter 5

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Howls Of Laughter

(TickleTober Day 8: Nuzzles)

Summary: 18yo Dean decides to grow a beard. 14yo Sam thinks he looks ridiculous.

Word Count: 1456

A/N: Another SPN fic because I want to 🤭

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The Winchester boys were growing up, but some things never really changed… except for Dean’s facial hair.

Dean, now eighteen, had made the impulsive decision to grow out his stubble. He pitched the idea to Sam randomly one day at a diner, insisting he needed a new look. Sam however was quite positive that it had little to do with self expression, and more to do with impressing girls…

A few weeks later, Sam hadn’t really paid much attention to any new features since he didn’t think Dean would actually go through with it. He thought his brother would grow it, hate it, and shave it all off without ever acknowledging it.

The younger had been in his own world, his nose predictably buried in a thick book as he lounged on the worn-out couch in the motel room.

The older Winchester was standing on the other side of the room, looking in a mirror and inspecting the new facial hair. It wasn’t as thick as their father’s by any means, but it was fairly scruffy. He had never really tried to grow a beard before… it definitely different from the light stubble he was used to, but he figured the ladies were into the rugged look nowadays.

He let his gaze wander from his face, seeing Sam in the mirror. He could see that his little brother was deep into whatever he was reading, but that never stopped him from bugging the kid before.

He turned around and sauntered over, perching himself on the arm of the couch.

“Hey, Sammy. How do you like the new addition?”

Sam looked a bit irritated about his reading time being disturbed. He didn’t really care about whatever Dean was blabbering about… he just wanted to enjoy some peace and quiet for once. Nevertheless, he sighed, looking up to acknowledge the elder.

What he wasn’t expecting was for his brother to look like a damn wolverine.

Sam’s eyes widened slightly as they landed on the new beard, and he had to do a double take.

When the hell did that happen?

“Uh… Dean?”

Dean smirked, stroking his facial hair. “Yeah? Lay it on me, little brother.”

Oh, Sam would lay it on him alright.

The shorter boy set the book in his lap and covered his mouth with his hand.

“You look like a werewolf.” He said with a snicker that was bordering on full laughter as he saw the offended expression on his brother’s face.

The older Winchester’s expression faltered but he quickly gave a smirk, trying to recover from the blow to his ego.

“A werewolf, or a handsome lumberjack?”

That was all it took for Sam to fall over on his side, clutching his stomach as he burst into loud, mocking laughter.

“A-A handsome lumberjack?! You’re such a dork!!” Barked the younger, unable to control his amused reactions.

Dean grimaced and crossed his arms. “Quit laughing, Sammy! You’re just jealous that I can grow a beard and you can’t.”

That only drew more laughter from the boy, tears starting to prick at his eyes.

“Oh, please… I’d rather be able to enjoy a full moon!”

Dean’s eye twitched as his little brother continued to cackle, a hint of annoyance growing within him. Y’know what? If the kid wanted to be a sassy little shit, so be it.

“Fine! You wanna see a werewolf?! I’ll show you a werewolf!”

With a growl, Dean lunged at his younger brother, pinning him down with little effort. Sam gasped, eyes widening as he processed the threat.

“W-Wait, no, don’t! I-I didn’t- EEK!”

The kid fell into fresh laughter when his older brother dove down and began nuzzling at his tummy with his scruffy face, the scratchy whiskers rubbing against his soft skin, which immediately quivered on contact.

“Dehehehean, nooo! I-I’m sorry! Hahaha!”

A wicked grin spread across Dean’s face as a low chuckle rumbled deep from his chest.

“It’s a little late for that, kid. You hurt this werewolf’s feelings and now you have to pay!” He gave a playful growl, shaking his head back and forth, making sure the boy felt every bristle on his face.

Of course he wasn’t ACTUALLY hurt. He was just being a goof for the sake of it. Besides… he hadn’t seen Sam laugh that hard in what felt like forever. That uncontrollable belly laughter was the type of sound that he usually had to tickle out of him, but he didn’t have to this time.

It was just a bonus.

The nuzzles continued with full force, drawing squeal after squeal from the poor boy. He shoved at his brother’s head to no avail, kicking his legs and twisting his sides. But no matter which way Sam wriggled, Dean followed, making sure the soft belly got an appropriate amount of torment.

“No escaping, kiddo! You poked the beast, now you face the consequences!”

“Noooo! I’m sorry! P-Please stohohohop!”

Sam’s pleas were becoming more desperate and Dean could tell he was legitimately running out of breath, so he decided to give him a small break, pulling away and giving a cheeky grin.

His heart melted when he saw his brother’s cute, smiling face.

“Aww, is little Sammy too ticklish? Should’ve thought about that before provoking the werewolf, kid!”

Sam’s cheeks were bright red and only seemed to darken at the teasing. He panted for air, trying to glare at his big brother, though it was quite difficult to look angry when there was a goofy smile stuck on his face.

“Y-You’re a jerk… I hope you- AHH!”

The threat was cut short as Sam squealed once more and let out a shrieky guffaw, tossing his head back and writhing with renewed vigor. Dean had swiftly bent down again, but this time, he blew a big raspberry on his brother’s belly.

After each raspberry, he went straight back for another. It wasn’t long before Sam was gasping again, cherry red and struggling to breathe. When the laughter went silent, Dean decided to stop for good, ruffling his brother’s hair and helping him sit up.

Sam clutched his stomach, panting and giggling with tear stained cheeks.

“T-That was mehehean…” he mumbled, slumping into the couch.

Dean just snorted at that and lightly shoved his brother, giving a sly smirk.

“You loved it. But you might’ve been right… maybe I should leave the bearded look to dad.”

Sam nodded. “Definitely… the werewolf look doesn’t suit you, jerk.”

The elder scoffed and jabbed the kid in the shoulder “Bitch.”

The familiar banter made Sam smile, but he quickly regained a snarky tone.

“Now, Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“For the love of all that is holy, go shave that thing off… unless you want dad to mistake you for a werewolf.”

Dean rolled his eyes, hopping off the couch and starting for the bathroom.

As the older Winchester stood up to head to the bathroom, Sam’s giggles finally started to die down, but he was still watching his brother with that impish grin.

Dean paused in front of the bathroom door, turning back with a raised brow.

“You got somethin’ to say, nerd?”

Sam bit his lip, trying to suppress the teasing comment forming on his tongue, but couldn’t resist. “You sure you’re not gonna howl at the moon before you shave that thing off?”

Dean gave an exaggerated eye roll, but his lips twitched into a smirk.

“You’re just begging for a round two.” He glared playfully as a warning, causing the younger to widen his eyes and raise his hands in surrender.

“N-No! I’m good!” Sam’s laughter bubbled up again, the thought alone making him nervous. “I don’t think I could survive another werewolf attack…”

Dean snorted, but his expression softened a bit.

“Don’t worry, Sammy. I’ll let you off the hook this time… But, next time you make fun of me, you’re screwed. I may not be a werewolf, but I am part tickle monster. Consider yourself warned.”

Sam’s cheeks flushed a bit, but he was still smiling widely. He huffed and leaned on the armrest of the couch, giggling at the silly threat.

“Duly noted, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

And with that, Dean disappeared into the bathroom. And when he re-emerged, he was no longer a scruffy werewolf… just regular old Dean Winchester.

“There… ya happy now?” Asked the older brother, stroking his face which was back to its regular stubbled state.

Sam grinned at the sight. “Very. You look like a regular old dork again.”

Hearing yet another sassy insult, Dean huffed with exasperation.

“You’re never gonna quit sassing me, are you?”

Sam simply smiled cheekily, giving a quick, “Nope.”

The kid was a brat… but at least he was honest. And Dean frankly wouldn’t have him any other way.

[shannara810]

Michael to the Winchesters: "What did you do?!"

Dean: "Hey, no, wait a moment!"

The Archangel's eyes shined for a moment, before his body relaxed and Adam took control. Both man and archangel looked at their look-alike inquisitively.

Adam: "Luke? 🤨"

Luke: "Hi, Daddy! 😁"

Adam: "Are you my Luke? We left you... the baby, we left the baby with Raphael when we felt a surge of grace here. How...?"

Luke: "I am! I mean, I'm Luke. And this is Percy 😁. We are not from here and... wow, this feels like an old re-run of Back from the Future 🤔"

Percy: "Luke, focus please!"

Another Adam showed up beside them, looking angry and ready to kill.

Michael: "And who are you, pagan? How dare you to speak so confidently to my son? 😠"

Adam: "We talked about this, Halo. Politeness and courtesy. 😉 Luke?"

Luke: "Uncle Gabe lost our kids. Mine and Percy's. My husband".

Dean: "AND THEY STOLE MY BABY! 🤬"

Percy: "We don't care! I only want my kids back, douche!"

Adam: "Uhhh, cute and sassy 😁. I like it!"

Luke: "I know 😁."

Percy's whole face went crimson. Maybe it was because Adam Milligan looked like an older Luke; or because the man had always been kind to him, always fatherly. However Luke's dad still had a strange effect on him.

Luke: "Oh, Perce ☺️. It's called having a crush 😉 and you're lucky I'm not jealous. It's kinda cute you like Daddy so much!"

Percy: "Lukeeeeeee... shut up, please 😵‍💫!"

Michael: "WHAT?!"

Luke: "It's okay, Father. We already had a talk about his puppy crush on Daddy. Nothing to worry about 😉. Could you help us find the kids? I miss my babies!"

Sam: "No, wait a moment! Are we gonna accept this as nothing?"

Adam: "Sam, I spent a thousand years in the darkest corner of Hell. I share my body with my significant other, who is an immortal being made of grace and power. And I have just left my first born with his uncle, who was explaining to him how to build a whole galaxy from scratch. And no, you don't want to know how we made my baby. So why should I be surprised if my son from the future is here to look for his children?"

Sam: "I..."

Adam: "How many, Luke?"

Luke: "Two. I know Honey Bunny is looking after his brother, but I want them back. Now".

Adam: "No problem, kid 😉. We will find them. Halo, stop trying to burn poor Percy here with your eyes and let's find the grandkids!"

Michael: "Of course, Adam".

Dean: "What?! We are coming with you!"

Adam: "We don't need your help, Dean. It's a family thing".

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[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Inamorato

Inamorato https://ift.tt/uXfiztB by Darkness4Light2 At three and a half millenias old Dean is lonely, it's hard being one if Heaven's most prized warriors, but then he sees a gorgeous Angel across the bar. A gorgeous dark-haired, blue-eyed Angel who happens to have four overprotective older brothers.   This is the start of a much bigger story. Words: 2971, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Archangel Castiel (Supernatural), Angel Family, Angel Dean Winchester, Angel Sam Winchester, Protective Michael, Protective Gabriel (Supernatural), Balthazar is So Done (Supernatural), Angel Mating (Supernatural), BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Sassy Castiel (Supernatural), Gay Sex, Fluff and Crack via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/QAyJ3Lo March 21, 2023 at 07:10AM

[crispychrissy]

Casu Consulto

Summary: Dean is sick and tired of Sam’s heart eyes for the Y/N and decides to do something about it. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3268 Warnings: Language, minor angst, humor, smut, Sam’s giant dick A/N:  This takes care of the “Bed Sharing” square for @spnkinkbingo. The title in Latin means “accidently on purpose” in case anyone was wondering. I feel it gits well with the theme of the story. :) I apologize for nothing when it comes to the comedy I’ve sprinkled through. It was looked over by @saxxxology, enjoy!

“So, the ghoul was spotted outside the old folks home?” Y/N asked as she stepped out of the car, stretching her arms above her head, sore from the six hour drive.

Dean watched his brother stare at the strip of skin showing above her waist band as she stretched and rolled his eyes. “Yeah. We’ll go first thing tomorrow.”

Dragging her duffel bag from the back seat, Y/N slung it over her shoulder and shut the car door “Right. I’m beat. We getting two rooms?”

Sam shrugged and smiled. “We could, if that’s–”

“Nope,” Dean interrupted, walking down the small sidewalk toward the motel’s office. “Not enough cash.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Watching Dean disappear into the office, she thought back to the last hunt, remembering she shared with Dean, and that meant she was sharing with the younger Winchester this time. “Looks like it’ll be you and me, Sam. Try not to starfish on me. Suffocation by Winchester is not how I want to go out.”

Sam dipped his head, cheeks heating up. “Come on, I can’t be that bad. Dean’s always been a crazy sleeper.”

“Dean’s a cuddler,” she chuckled. “Nine times out of ten, I wake up with his arms wrapped around my waist and his nose buried in my hair.”

Something akin to jealousy flared up in Sam’s chest, and he had to take several deep breaths to calm himself down. He opened his mouth to give some sort of witty comeback about it being okay if he cuddled her, but Dean returned with the motel key and killed the moment.

Dean unlocked the door and shuffled inside, dropping the weapons bag on the small table in the corner of the room and his duffel bag on the bed closest to the door. Y/N and Sam walked inside and placed their bags on the other queen bed.

Dean looked over and saw his brother staring at Y/N again, the same doofy puppy dog look as before, and he growled. “Sam? A word?”

Sam’s eyes jumped from Y/N to his brother, and immediately knew what Dean’s angry expression meant. Sheepishly, he nodded and followed Dean out of the motel room, telling Y/N he’d be right back.

Once outside with the door shut, Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, leaning up against the hood of the Impala. “Sam. I know you like her. Hell, anyone with eyes knows you like her. But you gotta stop being a chickenshit.”

Sam made a soft noise of protest in the back of his throat. “Dean–”

“Nuh-uh, let me finish. I have been waiting for everything to fall into place, and I’ll be damned if you’re going to mess it up. We’ll both pretend this was just a happy little accident that all the stars aligned perfectly.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m gonna head to the bar we passed on the way into town. You’re going to go in there and ‘share a bed’,” Dean did air quotes, “with Y/N like you’re in one of those trashy romance novels you think I don’t know you read all the time.” Dean grabbed Sam’s arms and shook him slightly. “Sam. Get the girl.”

Sam took a deep breath and wiggled out of Dean’s hold. “It’s not that simple, Dean.”

“Bullshit,” Dean replied, pointing a finger at Sam. “You’ve been set up with the goldest of golden opportunities, and I really can’t deal with you and your stupid heart eyes any more. So either you go back in there and pretend I didn’t set this up and finally tell her how you feel so you can make sweet sweet love to her, or I’ll do it for you, awkwardly… like when dad gave you the talk after he caught you with that Kelsey girl in Medford.”

Sam’s eyes widened at the horrible memory and he shook his head, sending his chestnut locks flying around his head. “No, I… uhhh, no, I-I got it.”

Dean nodded and grinned, slapping his brother on the arm with a wink. “Casu consulto, Sammy.”

Sam chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, tucking it behind his ear. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Text me when you two are ready for me to come back. That is, if I don’t find someone to spend the night with at this bar.” Dean’s lips stretched into another wolfish grin. “Not many ladies can resist the Winchester charm, can they, Sammy?”

“Dude,” Sam rolls his eyes, “just go. I’m… I think I got it from here.”

Dean walked past Sam, patting him on the shoulder, and got into the driver’s seat of the Impala before starting her up and pulling out of the parking lot. Sam took a few seconds to compose himself before slowly pushing open the door to the motel room, shutting and locking it behind him.

“Everything okay?” Y/N asked, stepping out of the bathroom with her hair brush. She was already in her pajamas, a threadbare t-shirt and short-shorts.

“Yeah, Dean’s headed to that bar a few blocks over. I know I’m beat and I think you are, too, so I told him we’d sit this one out.”

Y/N glanced at the blinking digital clock, and the red numbers told her it was a little past one in the morning. Dean never usually went out this late, but the man had the libido of a sixty year old guy that just discovered Viagra, so she only shrugged and nodded. “Probably a good plan. Are you going to come to bed right away or do some research?”

Sam cleared his throat and reached for his duffel. “Uh, no, no research. I’m gonna get changed and then we can sleep. I mean, like, we can sleep on our own sides of the bed. Not sleep… you know, together.” Sam winced and quickly grabbed his clothes before sprinting to the bathroom, missing the soft smile on Y/N’s lips as he rushed past her.

After changing and splashing some cold water against his face, Sam emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N on the right side of the bed already under the covers with all the lights off in the motel room, save for the small lamp on the nightstand illuminating a small area. He padded over to the bed and carefully lifted the covers, slipping into the warmth. He reached over and clicked off the lamp before tucking the ends of the blankets under his feet.

Mentally, he was exhausted, but his body was wide awake as he laid next to Y/N. He could feel her shuffling a few times as she settled, but he was wide awake, staring at the darkness of the motel’s ceiling, his fingers tapping impatiently where they were resting against his chest. Heavy silence passed for what felt like hours, until Y/N’s voice made Sam jump.

“So, casu consulto, huh?”

Sam’s entire body went rigid and he felt like he had ice water running in his veins. Biting his lip, he cursed under his breath before opening his mouth to reply. “You… you heard us?”

“You should know by now that motel room doors are really thin,” he felt her shift onto her side so she was looking at him, “and the window was open, too.”

Sam closed his eyes, willing the uncomfortable spring mattress below him to somehow become alive and swallow him whole. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and he sent up a silent thank you that Y/N couldn’t see him. Unfortunately, Y/N took Sam’s silence as a sign something was wrong and Sam grunted when she flopped onto his chest and reached across to the night stand, turning the light on.

Y/N was smiling softly when she noticed the flush on Sam’s cheeks and the terrified look in his eyes. She was still sprawled out across his chest, and she shifted sideways to get in a better spot. “Oh, Sam. I’m not mad. Honestly, I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for months, and if Dean wants to take credit for being the mastermind behind it, that’s fine with me.”

“You what?” Sam asked in disbelief.

Y/N groaned and buried her forehead against Sam’s chest. “Sam, come on. Think.”

Sam’s mind began flashing with images of Y/N, how she’s been spending more time with him over his brother, how she’s been more flirty and open, and how she’s been returning the shy smiles and gentle touches that Sam didn’t think she noticed.

“I’m an idiot,” Sam exhaled after several minutes.

Y/N chuckled and lifted her head, resting it on the hand that was still flat on his chest. “Yeah, but at least you’re adorable.”

Sam growled playfully and wrapped a long arm around Y/N’s body, flipping her over so she was flat on her back under him. She let out a squeal followed by a giggle at the sudden move, but once she was under him and looking up at him with those big beautiful eyes, Sam finally let everything out. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, licking into her mouth once she parted her lips.

“Sam,” she gasped against his lips, feeling the length of his cock as it pressed between her thighs when he ground his hips forward.

Sam pulled back and grinned when her lips chased his. “You want this, right?”

“If I didn’t want this, you’d already be on the floor with a broken arm and bruised testicles,” Y/N deadpanned.

Sam chuckled and pecked her lips with a quick kiss. “That’s why I like you, Y/N.”

“And the fact you asked me is why I like you, Sam.” Y/N leaned up and Sam gave her space so she could pull her shirt over her head. Her breasts were perfect with nipples already hard and aching to be touched. Sam reached out and brushed his thumb over one of the stiff peaks, his lips parting in awe at the soft mewl that spilled from Y/N’s lips as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Mmm, sensitive,” Sam murmured, moving down to take her other nipple into his mouth, teasing the bud with his tongue and teeth.

“Sam,” Y/N cried out, tugging on his hair to get his attention. “We can do the whole ‘make love and explore each others bodies’ thing another time. I want you to fuck the hell out of me. Now.”

Sam’s eyes went wide and he nodded quickly. “Ye-yeah, I can do that… uh, do I need a condom?”

“Yeah, I can start birth control again in the future, if you wanted to be exclusive,” Y/N offered shyly.

“Y/N… now that I know how to feel about me, about us, I don’t think I’m ever letting you go.” Sam pressed a kiss to her knuckles before sliding from the bed, doing nothing to hide the massive tent in the front of his sweatpants.

“Okay, Harry Burns, hurry up.” Y/N watched as Sam walked to the other bed and quickly fumbled through the duffel bag sitting on top. “Wait, is that Dean’s bag?”

“Yeah it is, Sally Albright,” Sam glanced up quickly to wink before resuming his search, “Dean keeps the condoms in his bag. Wants me to think he gets laid more than I do.” Finding the demolished box of condoms, Sam ripped one off. He hesitated before he walked away and ripped another one off just in case.

As he walked back across the motel room, Sam shed his shirt and watched hungrily as Y/N slipped out of her shorts and began teasing her nipples, her lower body still covered by the sheet. Sam dropped his sweatpants as he reached the end of the bed before dropping down and ducking under the blankets at the bottom, slowly crawling up between Y/N’s legs. He pressed a kiss to her mound and slowly pressed kisses to random places on her exposed skin as he moved up her body.

When he emerged from under the sheet, he shook his head to get the hair out of his face and looked at Y/N with a dimpled smile. “Hey.”

Y/N giggled and pulled him the rest of the way up until their lips pressed together. “Hey.”

Sam sat back on his heels as he ripped open the condom packet, dropping the extra one off the side of the bed with the wrapper, and rolled it down his length. Carefully, Sam reached two fingers down, feeling the wetness between Y/N’s folds. She was soaking wet and he groaned as he slipped a finger into her pussy, easily gliding into the warmth. She was tight, and he began to push his finger in and out, spreading her slick around, before slipping another finger in.

“Sam,” Y/N whimpered, “need you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N,” Sam replied, voice husky as he watched her body swallow his fingers.

Y/N shifted up on her elbows and looked down at Sam, one eyebrow raised. “Sam, I know you won’t hurt me. I’m not a virgin, I can take it.” Her eyes traveled downward, spying his latex covered cock standing proudly, thick and long, and her eyebrows practically levitated off her forehead. “Holy fuck!”

Sam’s fingers stilled inside her and he met her eyes. “What?”

“You’re hung like a horse!” She shook her head, looking down again, trying to see if it was all a hallucination. “Scratch that, hung like an elephant! Get in me right now, Winchester.”

Sam laughed a full-body deep belly laugh, and crawled up, settling over Y/N and framing her face with his hands. He pecked her on the lips once more and reached down between them, lining his cock up with her pussy, gently pressing inside. Y/N gasped as the head slipped inside, her legs falling lax to either side, allowing Sam more room.

“Did you know that relative to its size, the barnacle has the largest penis of all animals?” Sam whispered in Y/N’s ear as he began to press forward, sliding another inch inside every couple of seconds.

“So, you want me to– Jesus… want me to say you’re hung,” Y/N gasped as he pushed the final few inches in so he was fully seated, “like a barnacle?”

“Nah, just say I’m hung like a Winchester.” Sam grinned and kissed the soft skin around Y/N’s neck and throat.

“Sam, move. Don’t hold back, Barnacle Boy.” Y/N chuckled, squeezing her pussy around Sam’s cock, smiling when he hissed and shuddered above her. “Wait, isn’t that a character from Spongebob?”

“Yup,” Sam confirmed. “But you better hold on to something, pretty sure you’re gonna forget your name in a few minutes.”

Oh, how right he was.

Y/N could only hold onto Sam’s shoulders, then the comforter on either side of her hips as Sam began rapid thrusts, the obscene sound of skin hitting skin filling the quiet motel room. Sam’s panted breaths fanned across her lips as tiny mewls and whimpers escaped her lips, eyes open and locked on Sam’s who was already looking at her.

Sam would pull back almost all the way before slamming forward, sending deliciously intoxicating bursts of pleasure searing through Y/N’s veins. For several minutes, Y/N’s mouth was open, head tilted back, no sound escaping as Sam worked her body like he’d known her intimately for years. The noises he made, the grunts and low moans were enough to have her teetering on the edge, but she needed more.

“Sam,” she gasped, reaching out for him. “I need–”

Sam nodded, understanding exactly what she was requesting. Balancing on one arm, he shifted his hips down and reached between their bodies. The new angle was allowing his cock to brush against Y/N’s sweet spot with every jerky thrust, and when his finger began to rub harsh circles on her clit, her entire body trembled as a long wanton moan spilled from her lips.

“Fuck, Sam, right there. Fuck me harder, give me it!” Y/N babbled through several uncontrolled moans.

“That’s it baby, come for me,” Sam whispered, sitting back so he could watch the show. He jerked his hips faster, adding more pressure against her clit until the dam finally broke.

Y/N’s body arched off the bed, her head thrown back in ecstasy, as her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice. Sam was so distracted by how beautiful she looked as she came, that he almost didn’t realize he started coming as well. The rhythmic pulses of her pussy as she twitched with aftershocks drew every last drop from him until he groaned and slumped forward, holding most of his weight on his arm so not to crush her.

“Wow,” they both said at the same time, laughing together as they tried to catch their breath.

“That was amazing,” Y/N said, running her fingers through Sam’s hair where his head rested in the space between her breasts.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” Sam murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of her breast. “I always thought you were beautiful with everything you did. Your laugh, your body, the way you kick ass… but seeing you like that?” He sighed wistfully. “I already miss it.”

“Well, if want… maybe we could make this a thing, make us a thing?” Sam raised his head at her request. “I mean, if you want. No pressure.”

“I think I’d like that,” Sam said, dimples indenting his cheeks as he smiled wide. He moved up the bed and flopped over next to Y/N, quickly removing the condom, tying it, and tossing it in the wastebasket next to the bed. “As long as you don’t fake any orgasms,” he added, poking her on the arm.

Y/N snorted. “I don’t think I’d have to fake anything with you.”

“Good,” Sam nodded. He leaned over to shut off the lamp, but grabbed his cell phone instead, typing a quick text message before he set it back down and clicked off the lamp.

Y/N scooted closer to him, resting her head on his chest, fingers tracing nonsense patterns over his chest. Sam wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and shut his eyes, exhaustion finally tugging at his consciousness. They sat in silence for what felt like ten minutes, before Y/N’s voice broke the quiet.

“So, barnacles, huh?”

Sam barked a laugh and pulled her closer, feeling like he finally found what he’s been looking for.

Dean’s phone vibrated against the worn wood of the bar, and he broke his attention away from the sweet redhead he was chatting up to check it.

> > Sam [1:39am]: Consulto amor. :-)

Dean grinned, letting out a soft chuckle before locking the screen and looking back over at his companion, licking his lips and giving her his patented Winchester seductive look. No way Sam was the only one getting laid tonight.

“So, Nora, what do you say we take this back to your place?”

She grinned and leaned forward, lips pressed to the shell of his ear. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She pulled Dean from the bar stool so fast that the two twenties he dropped to pay for their drinks almost fell off the bar, and the only thing the bartender noticed as he glanced up was a leather jacket disappearing through the door and Dean’s laughter trailing off.

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[rose-edith]

Being Sam and Deans sister and meeting Crowley for the first time and you laugh at all his sassy comments (Because they are hilarious) and Sam and Dean just stare at you like "What the hell"

Hope you like it!

Being the Winchester’s sister and finding Crowley hilarious when you first meet him would include:

•your brothers are surprisingly anxious about you meeting Crowley, not because they doubt your hunting ability- you could hand the demon his own ass on a plate without breaking a sweat, but because Crowley is so full on and sarcastic.

•little do they realise quite how much his sarcastic, sassy nature is going to tickle your fancy!

•so that’s how you find yourself stood between your two taller, older brothers, and the famous Crowley stood before you. You have to say, he’s not quite what you were expecting…your brothers had never told you he was so funny, nor so attractive.

•likewise Crowley is surprised too! Who would’ve thought Squirrel and Moose’s little sister would be quite so enchanting?!

•his facade of politeness and well, normality, only lasted while introductions were made. Straight after that he went back to normal.

•and what a surprise that was!

•while your brothers just rolled their eyes as the inevitable sarcastic comments started you found yourself stifling your laughter, but when the demons rambles became intensely sarcastic and a tiny bit rude towards your brothers you just couldn’t hold it in any more! You burst out into fits of laughter!

•Sam and Dean quickly turned to stare down at you- utterly perplexed! Were you feeling quite well they wondered?

•Crowley meanwhile was revelling in your evident amusement! A happy Winchester? A Winchester with a sense of humour? Maybe he finally had met the Winchester that was meant for him!

•no one said anything until your laughter subsided to hiccups. By this point Dean and Sam were very much regretting introducing you to Crowley, and that sensation of fear and regret only grew tenfold as they watched as you and Crowley exchange mobile numbers…they especially didn’t like the wink Crowley threw your way.

•but their total regret hadn’t flowered yet. Oh no, they’d be totally and completely regretful of introducing you and Crowley in a few days time…because Crowley had been blowing up your phone with all manner of witty jokes and repartee that left you howling when laughter!

•oh yeah, you and Crowley were a perfectly funny, odd match.

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 19: Eighty-Sixed

Simple Man is playing in the bar as Tracy steps in, her ribs still smarting from getting thrown into a door by an unfairly buff shifter. Still better than Claire, who took a punch directly to the cheek to get in stabbing range.

Claire brightens as she spots Kaia sitting alone by the bar, chatting with the bartender. “Hey!” she calls, and the two of them look up.

Tracy squints. Is that Dean Winchester?

“Hey,” Dean says, waving them over. He does a double take, the bright blue pendant around his neck swinging wildly. “Tracy, right?”

As Claire slides onto the stool closest to Kaia, Tracy takes the next one over. “Yeah,” she tells Dean - close up, it’s definitely the guy she met almost eight years ago after she got kidnapped by that psychotic Knight of Hell. “Tracy Bell.”

“Nice to see you again,” Dean says with a grin as he fills a ziploc back with ice and dumps it on the bar in front of Claire.

Wordlessly, Claire holds it up to her bruised face.

“Thanks, Dean,” Kaia says with a pointed look at Claire.

Claire just rolls her eyes.

“What’ll it be?” Dean asks.

“Huh?” Tracy turns back to him.

“To drink,” Dean says, bracing both hands on the bar. “First drink after a hunt’s always on me.” He doesn’t lower his voice, but nobody bats an eye.

Tracy scans the array of bottles behind him and the lineup of what’s on tap. “Can I just get a Jack and Coke?”

“Classic,” Dean says with a grin as he grabs a glass. “And for you, Hannah Montana?”

Claire flips him off with her free hand. “Just a beer, thanks.”

“You got it.”

While Dean busies himself with the drinks, Tracy glances around. Now she knows what she’s looking for, the hunters are unmistakable.

A group of four older guys are huddled in a booth, a map spread over the table, a wicked silver knife acting as a paperweight.

A 20-something man and a woman rib each other over the pool table in the back, identical protection sigils hanging around their necks.

All the way at the other end of the bar, a man nurses a beer, his long dirty-blond hair barely covering the scar from a clear vamp bite on his neck.

“Nice place,” Tracy says as Dean pushes her drink towards her. Next to her, Kaia is fussing over Claire, pushing aside her long blonde hair to check that she really came back in one piece.

“Yeah,” Dean says with a happy grin, “it is, isn’t it?”

“Are you retired?”

Before Dean can answer, Claire interjects, “Yup, his brother’s shipping him out to the nursing home next weekend.”

Dean throws her a dirty look. “Careful, Sassy Spice. I don’t have to keep giving you free drinks, you know.”

Claire just blows him a kiss - and winces in pain.

“You deserved that,” Dean says severely.

Kaia snickers, and Claire punches her in the shoulder.

“I’m mostly retired,” Dean says to Tracy. “I get wind of a lot of hunts here, but usually there’s a free pair of hands to take it up.” He gives her a once over. “You wanna get on our phone list?”

Tracy glances over at Claire, who shrugs. “I’m on it.”

“Sure,” Tracy tells Dean. “How often do you-”

The door opens, and Dean raises a hand to stop Tracy. “Hey!” he calls to the newcomer, a tall man with dark hair wearing a sturdy olive green jacket dotted with raindrops. “Get out!”

“Dean-” he starts, his voice plaintive.

The whole bar goes quiet, watching and listening.

“No way, man.” Dean shakes his head. “You’re eighty-sixed. Out!”

The man’s gaze shifts to Claire, who shrugs. Glowering, he turns back to Dean. “You’re being-”

“If the next word out of your mouth is unreasonable, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Claire muffles a laugh behind her hand.

“Fine,” the man says, his expression stormy. “But this isn’t over.” The door slams behind him.

“What did he do this time?” Kaia asks as everyone goes back to their usual routine.

Dean just mutters darkly under his breath and pours out a shot. He knocks it back like water. Scowling, he says, “He went behind my back and took on a ghoul hunt with Sammy.”

Tracy frowns. That doesn’t sound unreasonable. From the rumors circulating, Sam has taken on the Devil himself multiple times. He’s more than equipped to handle a ghoul.

“He’s okay, right?” Claire asks, craning around in her seat, but the man is long gone.

Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “They got concussions and blew up a mausoleum because they lost their machetes in the boneyard. Both of them.”

Claire snorts. “Are you surprised? I’m not surprised.”

“They can be a bit chaotic when left on their own,” Kaia supplies.

“They’re both idiots,” Dean declares.

Confused, Tracy asks, “Who was that?”

Dean and Claire both share an unfathomable look.

In the silence, Kaia finally says, “That’s Castiel.”

Tracy frowns. The name rings zero bells.

“Seriously?” Dean says, staring at her. “You’d heard of me and my brother by not Cas?”

Tracy shakes her head slowly. “He’s a hunter?”

“He’s a dumbass.”

Claire grins. “He’s a hunter-in-training.”

Kaia sips at what looks like a glass of water and leans in, bypassing Claire. “He’s an actual hunter - has been for more than a few months.” She adds in an undertone, “They’re just being overprotective.”

“Hey!”

“I am not.”

Kaia raises her eyebrows but doesn’t comment further.

Claire’s phone buzzes, and she rolls her eyes as she flips the screen towards Dean.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean swears as he takes the phone from her to read for himself. “Is he actually going to try to make dinner himself? We have food here!”

“You literally just kicked him out,” Claire says as she snags her phone back and types out a reply. “I’ll tell him to come back.”

“No, don’t do that-”

“Do you want him to starve?”

“He’s not gonna starve,” Dean rolls his eyes. “I was gonna take food back home when I wrap up my shift.”

“He says he’s hungry now.”

“What is he, five?” Dean snarks as he picks up a pad and scrawls something down.

“I think you’re off by about seven billion years, but sure. Let’s go with five,” Claire says, tongue between her teeth as she texts. “I’m telling him you said that.”

“Seven billion?” Tracy mouths at Kaia. Claire definitely doesn’t shy away from exaggeration, but something about her tone of voice seems off for her usual jibe.

Kaia blinks, her surprise. “Oh right, yeah, Cas is an angel - was an angel,” she corrects.

At Tracy’s stunned face, Claire waves her hand. “But he turned human once Dean decided to retire. ’Cause he’s a fucking sap. Soldier of Heaven my ass.”

“Stupidest decision ever,” Dean mutters as he disappears into the kitchen.

“Wait,” Tracy says, frowning after him, “Does Dean not want him to be human?”

Kaia lowers her voice. “Dean doesn’t like him being that vulnerable. This,” she gestures to the door where Cas was sent away to where Dean had stood a few seconds ago, “happens about once a month.”

“Seriously?”

“Claire comes here for the free drinks,” Kaia says as Claire raises her beer in agreement, “but I stay for the drama.” She smirks.

Judging by the intensity of Claire's face as she types out messages to Cas, she also stays for the drama.

Dean reemerges from the kitchen as Tracy is just polishing off her Jack and Coke. Wordlessly, Dean refills it and sets down a giant bowl of fries in front of the three of them. “Any ETA on Cas?” he asks Claire.

Claire frowns. “I’m not your messenger pigeon.”

“ETA?” Dean repeats, his tone brooking no argument. “You know he always gives me the silent treatment when I eighty-six him.”

Claire checks her phone. “Fifteen minutes.”

They pass the time debriefing the shifter hunt, and Dean shares the news of a possible kitsune up in Colorado.

They all turn at the sound of the door opening.

Cas reenters the bar, considerably wetter than the last time, and Dean ducks out into the kitchen, presumably to grab Cas’s dinner.

“Hello,” Cas says as he takes the stool next to Tracy’s. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“I’m Tracy, Tracy Bell.” She holds out her hand - hopefully angels-turned-human shake hands.

Cas takes it without hesitation. “A pleasure. I’m Cas.”

Dean reemerges, two plates in hand. To Tracy’s surprise, he leaves the bar and takes a seat next with them. “You should’ve told me,” he tells Cas seriously as he sets the cheeseburgers down.

“Probably,” Cas admits. “But then you would have insisted on coming, and who else would have met with the Thighslapper Ale representative? You got a great deal.”

Dean huffs, but he can’t entirely hide the smile lurking in the corners of his mouth. “C’mere,” he says, tugging Cas in for a kiss.

“Woah,” Tracy mutters, as several large pieces of the puzzle slide together.

“They’re so gross,” Claire complains as she hops off her stool and ducks behind the bar to pour herself another beer.

Kaia sighs wistfully. “I think they’re cute.”

Dean murmurs something to Cas, too low for the rest of them to hear, and cranes his neck around to glare at Kaia. “I am not cute. You take that back.”

“You’re a little cute,” Cas says without looking up as he picks up his burger.

Dean lets out an annoyed exhale. “Buddy, don’t make me eighty-six you again.”

Cas smiles wryly. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Tracy makes a mental note to come back after her next hunt that brings her to Kansas. Kaia might just have a point.

[americancowgirl19]

Her Soldier

Summary: Sam gets drafted for the Vietnam war a couple days after he turns 18. Right before he leaves, he meets you.

Warnings: Angst, death, fluff, small age gap (like 2/3 years), 

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Vietnam Soldier Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,565

A/n: Based off the song ‘Travelin’ Soldier’ by Dixie Chicks.. I swear I almost cry every time I hear this song so hopefully I can make others cry

Masterlist

The café you worked at was dead. The only customer in the whole place is the old man at the bar sipping on his coffee rereading the newspaper for the hundredth time. You didn’t mind the old man lingering around. He’s sweet and just wants to be around people instead of his empty house. So, when he asks for a refill for the dozenth time you give it to him with a small smile and begin a short conversation with him.

When he returns to looking at his newspaper you begin wiping tables down. Nobody’s sat at them since the last time you wiped them down but it gave you something to do. 

As you reached the last table, the doorbell rang signaling someone coming in. You turned around to great them but the words die in your throat. The customer that had entered is a tall broad man dressed in an army uniform. He shed his hat and sets his bag down.

His eyes scan the place before falling on you. You’re taken back by the color in his eyes. They’re captivating along with the smile that spreads across his lips.

“Can I uh... Just sit anywhere?” He asks, fiddling with his cap in his hands. His question snaps you out of your daze.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” You nod quickly, a light blush coming to your cheeks. “Wherever you like,” You tell him. He nods to you before taking his bag and choosing a booth by the window. 

You take a deep breath, thankful his back is to you. You take a moment to calm yourself knowing it’s useless. The moment you regain his attention you’ll be a stuttering mess. 

You work in an old rundown café, not many attractive men come in. When they do come strolling in another waitress always snatches them before you do. Although, you don’t put up a fight seeing that you’re anxiety usually keeps you from actively approaching them. However, today you’re the only waitress.

“What, uh.. What can I get you?” You ask, thankful you didn’t stutter too much. He flashes you a smile, although you notice a been of nervousness in his posture. He shifts in his seats and gives you his order.

You bring him is water and leave him be. You wait by the bar for his food to finish cooking. You try not to stare but your gaze keeps falling on him. You watch his leg bounce under the table and how he shifts every few seconds. His head turns from looking outside to down at the table.

You felt bad for him. You knew what was going on in the world and you knew that where he was going is dangerous. You older brother had been drafted to the army. Plus, at night, you heard your parents talking to each other about all the bad stuff going on over seas.

“Order up!” The cook snaps, breaking you from your thoughts. You grab the plate and carry it to the handsome man.

“Here ya go,” You say, feeling even worse when he jumps. You give him a small smile setting the plate in front of him. “Enjoy,”

“Hey,” He says, quickly when you turn to walk away. You look at him, smiling a bit when he struggles to find his words. “Do you mind sitting with me?” He asks, shyly. “I could use someone to talk to,” He tells you, pressing his lips together. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no to him.

“I’m off in an hour,” You tell him. “If you have time, I know a place where we can go,”

“Perfect,” He nods, quickly.

The next hour dragged on. You refilled the old man’s coffee, you wiped the tables down, and you exchanged a couple of words with the guy in the booth. When you finally clocked out, you slipped your jacket on and walked outside with the handsome stranger.

“I’m Y/n, by the way,” You introduce yourself as you lead him down the sidewalk.

“Sam,” He introduces himself, holding his hand out. You shake it, enjoying the warmth of his skin. “So, where are you taking me?”

“The pier,” You tell him. “It’s where I like to go when I need to get my head straight or if I’m feeling a little low,” You explain.

When you get to the end of the pier, you both snag your favorite bench. He sets his bag beside him and looks out into the water.

“I turned 18 a couple days ago,” He mutters, looking down at his fidgeting fingers. “Day later and I get a draft notice,”

“My brother got drafted too,” You whisper. He glances at you, a small smile on his face.

“So, did mine,” Sam says. “He got drafted about 7 months ago... We knew I would be next but when it came it just... it felt surreal,” Sam looks back at the water. “I feel like I’m living a nightmare and I won’t ever wake up,” He whispers. 

You bite your lip when you hear the shakiness in his voice. Unable to help yourself, you reach over and grab his hand. He clings to it tightly. You shuffle closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry you have to go, Sam,” You whisper.

“Maybe I’ll see my brother,” He hopes optimistically. “We’re all each other has. My mom died when I was a baby and my dad was never around... It’s always just been me and him,”

“Well, when you come back, find me,” Sam turns his head to you. You lift your head off his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ll still be working at that café, I’ll be real easy to find,”

“If I come back,” Sam whispers.

“When,” You correct him. “When you and your brother come back, come to the café,” You order him. “I’ll make sure you both have a free meal,” Sam smiles, relaxing on the bench.

“When I come back,” Sam whispers, releasing a slow sigh. “As soon as I got that notice... I never thought of the possibility of coming back,”

“Well, now you have to,” You tell him. “Because if you don’t, you’re gonna make me real upset,” Sam smiles, laughing a bit. “We’re friends now, Sam. You’re stuck with me and that’s just how it’s going to be,”

“Is that so?” He asks, looking at you with a half grin.

“Exactly so,” You nod. The two of you didn’t say anything for a while. Eventually, you got tired of the silence and filled it with stories about your life. You told him about the school you went too only to find out that he had gone to your rival school. You talked about your parents and how they supported everything you and your brother did even when it was something beyond stupid. 

You learned that the two of you were nerds but different kinds. He loves to read and had wanted to go to college to become a lawyer while you were passionate about music and were currently in your high schools marching band. You told him how you weren’t sure if you wanted to become a professional musician or a teacher, perhaps you would try to become both.

The conversation flowed easily between the two of you. When you ran out of things to say he talked. He told you about all the trouble he and his brother, Dean, used to get into together. His stories mad you laugh and cry.

The both of you sat on the pier for what seemed like hours. You had sat down together as strangers yet at this point you couldn’t imagine not being his friend. You hated that he had to go into the army because now you couldn’t spend more time with him.

Sitting next to him, hearing him laugh and talk, you knew if he were to stick around you would fall hopelessly in love with him. He’s beyond attractive but on top of that he’s sassy and so very smart and kind. You loved listening to him and you couldn’t help but wish you could take all his pain away. You wished you could take his fear away and protect him from the world but you just couldn’t. You felt useless but at least you were able to get him to relax before the army bus comes to pick up the recruits.

As the day passed on you noticed more army men coming to the area. You both knew that it meant the bus would be arriving soon. You both knew Sam would have to leave and you didn’t want him too.

“I should go wait with the others,” Sam mutters, looking at the group of soldiers gathering together. You frown but release his hand. He stands and slings his bag over his shoulder. He bites his lip obviously wanting to say something but looks hesitant.

“What is it, Sam?” You ask. You’re barely able to finish your question before he’s spitting out whatever he wants to say. 

“Look, I know you probably have a boyfriend, but I don’t care,” Sam shakes his head, turning toward you. “I’ve got no one to send letters to, would you mind if I sent some back here to you?”

“I was hoping you would,” You smile at him. You push yourself off of the bench and pull him into a tight hug. “I expect letters as often as you can,” Sam smiles, tightening his arms around you.

“I’m gonna need your address,” He mutters. You grin pulling away from him. Your eyes glance behind him and you instantly smile.

“I’ve got an idea, come on,” You grab his hand and yank him down the pier. He laughs, following you willingly.

“Really?” Sam asks, noticing where you’re pulling him.

“Oh, come on!” You beg him. “It’ll be fun,” You turn to him and wink. He rolls his eyes but nods. You pull him into the photo booth. He sits on the seat and steers you onto his lap when you go to sit down. He grins as you blush. “Smile,” You whisper, turning to the camera.

There’s a flash as the picture is taken. Only problem is that in the corner of your eye you notice Sam still looking at you. You turn your head to him, your arm wrapped around his shoulders.

“You’re supposed to look at the camera,” You whisper.

“I’d rather look at you,” He whispers back. You nibble at your lip, a blush painting your cheeks as another flash brightens the booth. “You’re beautiful,” He mutters.

“You just had to walk into my café when you’re about to leave didn’t you?” You pout. His hand comes up to caress your cheek just as the flash comes again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never been good at timing,” Sam whispers.

“I don’t have one,” You whisper to him. He frowns his eyebrows and tilts his head. Gathering up your courage, you press your forehead against his. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” Sam smiles a bit.

“I’m gonna have to take you out when I get back,” He whispers. You smile at his word choice. You close your eyes, resting your other hand on his chest as the final flash comes.

“Come back, Sam,” You whisper, your eyes opening to look into his. Sam closes his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Please come back, Sam,” You whisper to him.

“I’ll try,” He whispers back. You want to demand that he promises to return but you don’t. Your head moves to his shoulder as you hug him tightly. When the two of you finally slide out of the booth, you pick up the photos. You reach into your pocket and pull our a pen.

“My address,” You said writing it on a couple of them. You slip the first picture into your pocket and let him keep the other three.

“I have to go,” He whispers, seeing the bus coming to pick up the soldiers. You sigh slowly and pull him into another hug. “Thank you,” He murmurs. “For staying with me,”

“It was my pleasure,” You smile up at him. The two of you pull away. You stay still, watching him walk away. He only gets about five steps away before he stop and turns back to you. You smile widely when he come strutting back. He extends his arm and cups your cheek.

“Can I...?” He whispers and you just nod. He grins, lowering his head to yours. You lean into him as your lips press against each other lightly. 

“I really wish you would have found me sooner,” You whisper. He smiles hugging you tighter than before.

“I’ll come back and I’ll take you on a date and we’ll do this the proper way,” He promises, pulling from you.

“I don’t care how we do this as long as you come back to figure it out with me,” You tell him. He clicks his heels together and gives you a salute.

“Yes, ma’am,” He winks at you. You blush smiling at him. “I’ll be back before you know it,” He promises before forcing himself to go to the back to the bus. You force yourself to smile and wave as the bus drives away with him and a dozen other soldiers on it.

His first letter came about a week later. He talked about his training and the other guys he’s bunking with. He talks about what they plan to do with his group in the future. Then he asks about you and your day. Your favorite part is when he mentions about how much he wants to come back home and go back to that pier with you.

The instant your done reading the letter, you pull out paper to write one to him. You talk about mundane things. Things that will hopefully distract him from the world he was forced into, even if it’s just for the few minutes he reads the letter.

Towards the end of your letter you tell him that you miss him. You talk about the possible dates the two of you could go on. You tell him that you look forward to him coming home.

For the next few months, the letters between you two are frequent. You learn more about each other. Every day you find yourself racing for the mailbox hoping that he had sent a letter.

“Who have you been sending letters too?” Your mom asks you one afternoon. You were going to lie and say your brother but she would know it would be a lie. While you and your brother are close you don’t get as excited for his letters as you do Sam’s. 

“I met someone a couple of months ago,” You tell her. She arches an eyebrow. “He came by work before getting on the army bus.. I talked to him for a while before he had to leave. He asked me if he could send letters, he doesn’t have anyone else to talk to,”

“Oh?” She says. “And how is this man?”

“His names Sam,” A wide, effortless smile comes across your lips. “He was drafted a couple days after he turned 18,”

“He’s 18?” She asks. You slowly nod. “You’re only 16,” She states.

“So?”

“So, isn’t he a little old for you?”

“It’s only two years mom,”

“Yeah and you’re barely a junior in high school and he’s going off to a very ugly war,”

“I don’t think any war is pretty,”

“Y/n,” Your mother states. 

“He has no one else, mom,” You tell her. “I’m just talking to him, giving him someone to come home too -”

“Someone to come home to? Are you two dating or something?”

“No, not yet at least...” You mutter. She sighs, rubbing her face.

“You barely know him,” She tells you.

“We’re learning about each other, what’s the big deal?” You ask. “Nothing bad is going to happen,”

“He’s going to war, Y/n... He might not come back,”

“He will,” You snap. “And when he does, I’m going to be there for him.”

“You’re only 16, Y/n... You’re too young to be waiting for a soldier to come home, you’re too young to be worrying about stuff like that,” She tells you.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m too young, I’m waiting for him and I’m going to worry about him no matter what you say or what you think. Sam, needs someone and I’m gonna be that person,” You state before going up to your room.

While that’s the first argument over Sam, it’s not the last. Neither of your parents liked the fact that you were mailing and receiving letters. You were too young. You didn’t understand the world. You need to focus on your future. You heard all that and more. 

Word spread and your entire family soon knew about Sam. None of them were on your side but you didn’t care. You still looked forward to hearing him from him and you didn’t let anyone stop you from replying.

The closer time got to him being shipped over seas, the darker the letters became. Sam was scared. He’s terrified and it showed in his letters. He spoke on and on about the fears of war. He talks about how he would pray to be sent back home, back to you instead.

He tells you about how he lays in bed, staring at the photos of you two, and imagine life back home with you. He imagines holding you, kissing you, and falling in love with you.

You reread the letter a hundred times, a shit eating grin on your face. He was practically confessing to you about falling in love and you couldn’t help but to reciprocate the feelings.

When you went to reply to him, you couldn’t find the right words. You wanted to give him something to look forward to. You wanted to give him a little ray of sunlight in the darkness surrounding him.

When you finally started to write, you couldn’t stop. You made sure that he would have no doubt that you felt the same way, if not more, for him. You promised him that you would be waiting for him to come home to you and that when he did, you’d be all his.

You knew your parents thought you were crazy for falling in love with someone you only met once and talked to through letters. Did you care? No. You fell for Sam, you fell hard. 

You found yourself laying in your bed at night, staring at the one picture you have of him. The picture of you staring at the came, a wide smile on your face, while he’s staring at you, a gentle grin on his. You didn’t want to read too into things but you wondered if you believed in love at first sight. Every time you thought about it, you’d smile a little wider.

Eventually another letter from Sam came. It was the last letter he wrote before being shipped over seas. By the time it reaching your house, you knew he was no longer in the U.S. He told you not to worry, he told you he might not be able to write for a while. He told you he loved you and he’d do anything to come back.

You wrote back to him, begging him to be safe. You promised you’d still wait for him. You told him that you’d be here to welcome him back to America. You told him you loved him.

Even though you looked for his letters every day, they came sporadically. He stayed true to his word and wrote whenever he could, it just wasn’t often. He didn’t go into details about the war but you knew it was horrible. Even after being over there for almost a year, he was still scared and wanted to come home. You didn’t blame him, you wanted him home too.

He wrote about how his platoon came across another one. You smile as you read about the fact that he and his brother were reunited. You couldn’t help but feel relief as you read his own words of relief over the fact that his brother’s still alive.

Towards the end he talks about how when it gets rough, he thinks back to the day the two of you sat at the pier. He explains how he closes his eyes and imagines your smile. He yearns for another kiss, another hug. He wishes he could just be with you.

You reply to him and assure him that his wishes are the same as yours. You wish for him to come home safe. You promise that even though it’s been over a year since you last saw him, you still love him and that you’re still waiting for him. You promise to wait forever as long as he returns to you. 

You tell him about how that day at the pier has become your favorite. You promise to recreate that day with him when he returns only you make sure he knows that you won’t let him leave next time.

After you sent the letter, you wait for his reply. A few weeks pass then a month with no word from him. You try not to worry because it’s not the longest he’s gone without sending word. You know how hard it is for him over there. Even though he hasn’t sent you a letter, you continue to send some to him. You pray every night that when you wake up there will be a letter from him.

“Hey, Y/n, are you alright?” Your best friend asks. “You seem a little distracted?”

You were. You were completely distracted. It’s Friday night, you’re in your marching band uniform at the football game. You love football games and you’re usually the most pumped in the bad. Only tonight you’re quiet. It’s been three months since you last hard from Sam.

“I’m fine,” You promise her. “I just haven’t been getting sleep lately,” 

Your friend accepts your answer and doesn’t force you to explain or talk. You’re thankful. You stand with the others and slip out the picture of Sam. You keep the picture close to your chest. You completely ignore yourself and just focus on Sam. Oh, what you wouldn’t give to see that smile in real life. What you wouldn’t give to simply hold his hand, to hear his laugh and be beside him.

When it got closer to kick off, a prayer was said before the band was instructed to play the national anthem. When the last note was ended, a man came over the speakers again. Everyone in the sands practically froze.

“Folks, would you bow your heads,” The man spoke to the crowd. “For a list of local Vietnam dead,”

This isn’t the first time the schools done this. It’s their way to honor the lives lost. Every time they do it, you feel like you’re going to be sick. Your heart races in your chest. You feel like you’re going to pass out as he goes down the list.

“... Benny Lafitte... Sam Winchester... Adam Milligan...” He continues to read off the list but you don’t listen. All the sound around you just dies.

Sam Winchester

Sam Winchester

Sam Winchester

Sam Winchester

Before you know it, your pushing through the crowd and hiding under the bleachers. Nobody gives pays any attention to you. You’re ignored but you couldn’t care less.

You collapse to your knees and wrap your arms around yourself. You’re trying so hard to be quiet but a sob escapes your lips. You want to scream, you want to punch at the ground, you want to just lose yourself in your grief.

All you can think about is his dorky smile as he gives you a salute before walking on the bus. All you can think about is how you should have begged him to stay with you.

“I’ll be back before you know it,”

 His words repeat in your head which only causes you to cry even harder. You rock slowly on the grass. You want to disappear, you want to home and cry yourself to sleep.

Slowly, you pull the picture that’s clutched to your chest back. You sniffle, your eyes glued on Sam. You bring the picture to your lips and kiss him softly. You leave the picture against your lips, your eyes shut tightly as tears continue to seep through them.

“Sammy...” You whimper. “Oh, my Sammy,” You cry, curling into yourself again. “I love you so much,”

Bonas

You’re working at the café. You refilling the old mans coffee and preparing to wipe down tables. You force a smile at the old man before walking away from him. The doorbell rings when you grab a rag.

“Go ahead and sit -” Your words die in your throat when you see who’s standing at the door. You’ve never met this man but you know exactly who it is.

“Uh, hi,” He says, slowly walking up to you. “I’m Dean,”

“I know,” You whisper, offering a small smile. You hated it but seeing him brought tears to your eyes. It’s been six months since Sam was read off the fallen soldiers list. You were still struggling with the fact that he’s no longer coming home.

“Sammy talked about you all the time, couldn’t get him to shut up,” Dean laughs a bit. You bite your lip knowing this was hard for him. “You meant a lot to him,”

“He meant a lot to me,” You whisper, a tear falling down your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t bring him home to you,” Dean chokes up. “God he wanted to come home to you,” Your feet move before you realize that you’re walking up to him. The two of you instantly bring the other into a tight hug. When you pull away, he reaches into his pocket and gives you a warn and torn letter. “He asked me to give this to you,” You’re breath hitches when you see red smears on the paper.

“Th-thank you,” You whimper.

“Yeah...” He mutters before backing away. His movement snaps you out of your daze.

“Hey, Dean?” He hums, wiping his eyes. “Don’t be a stranger,” You smile at him. “I know you don’t know me but you’re family... If you ever need anything, I’ll be around,” Dean smiles and slowly nods.

“I’ll see you,” He whispers before walking out of the café.

The instant he’s gone, you walk straight to the bathroom. You cry, barely holding in the sobs. A few minutes later, you pull yourself together long enough to look at the letter.

You can barely read the shaky hand writing but his words bring fresh tears to his eyes. You could tell that he had written this the day before he died. He talked about how scared he was, how he didn’t know if he’d be able to come home. He promised he would do everything in his power to be with you but in case he couldn’t he wanted you to know just how much he loved you. He promised that if tomorrow is to be his last day then his final thoughts will be of the two of you sitting at the pier. 

[deans-haunted-baby]

Dadstiel & Midam Parallels

I never realized just how much these two have in common:

Both are human/angel based relationships

Both are canonically the most healthy relationships on Supernatural

Both dynamics are based on a powerful emotional connection

Castiel is a solider and a healer. Adam is a pre-med student and the son of an ex-marine/hunter

Michael and Jack are both royalty. Michael is son of God and the Prince of Heaven. Jack is the son of Lucifer (Michael’s younger brother) aka the Prince of Darkness

Adam and Castiel were both rebellious spitfires turned gentle souls 

Jack and Michael are two of the most powerful celestial beings in the universe with higher callings. Michael is the protector of humanity/guardian of Heaven and Earth while Jack is destined to bring paradise to the world

Adam and Jack were both born to single mothers (Kate Milligan & Kelly Kline) and orphaned at a young age

Michael took Adam under his wing while they were imprisoned in Hell together. Castiel adopted Jack to be his son while he was on the run with his mother Kelly

Adam and Castiel are considered the voice of reason to Michael and Jack as well as their guides

 Castiel and Michael are ancient celestial warriors while Adam and Jack are young, innocent, kids 

Adam and Jack are both born special from powerful bloodlines. Adam is the only one in his family with the ability to see Michael’s true form and is a direct descendant of Cain & Abel. And Jack is the grandson of God and has the ability to resurrect anyone from the Empty at will

Castiel and Michael are basically guardian angels to Jack and Adam

Michael chose Adam to be his vessel. Jack chose Castiel to be his father

Adam and Jack have both died twice on the show

Sam and Dean left Adam in a Hell cage. Sam and Dean trapped Jack in a special coffin

 Castiel was resurrected by God while Michael was killed by God

Jack and Adam are both foodies 

Adam is a half-sibling. Jack is half-human

Both Jack and Michael were double-crossed by the Winchesters. Sam and Dean tricked Jack into a box to kill him later. And they used Michael in their plan without his knowledge to stop Chuck

Adam and Jack are both indifferent to their biological fathers

Castiel and Michael were both created to be dutiful soldiers of Heaven and both jump-started an apocalypse 

Jack was trapped in a mystical box. Adam was trapped in a mystical cage along with Michael

Castiel is a Seraph (angel). Michael is an Archangel. And Jack is a Nephilim (human/angel hybrid)

 Adam is Sam and Dean’s biological brother. Jack is Michael’s biological nephew; and Sam, Dean and Castiel’s adopted son

Chuck killed both Jack and Adam 

Michael and Castiel were both messed up after Jack and Adam’s deaths in season 15

Castiel and Michael are both angels who worked with demons. Castiel was closely associated with Meg and Crowley. Michael teamed up with Lilith 

Both Michael and Castiel never got to say “goodbye” to Adam and Jack before Supernatural ended

Jack was raised by hunters. Adam is from a family of hunters

Michael and Castiel are both fiercely protective of Adam and Jack

Adam was manipulated by angels as a tool in the apocalypse. Jack was manipulated by Death as a tool to take over Heaven

Castiel and Michael are two celestial beings who bonded closely with/developed affection for humans

Adam was eaten by ghouls. Jack hunted a ghoul 

Castiel and Adam are both Jack and Michael’s impulse control

Castiel and Michael both defended Jack and Adam to the Winchesters

Michael and Adam were living in a church. Castiel and Jack reunited in a church

Michael killed Castiel and Lucifer. Jack killed AU!Michael and absorbed original Michael and Lucifer’s power

Jack and Adam never met. But Castiel and Michael had history

Michael and Castiel both chose to stay on Earth instead of returning to Heaven

Adam and Jack are both considered book-smart

Michael and Adam shared a vessel. Castiel and Jack shared juiced-up grace. And Castiel shared his memories with Michael and Adam

Castiel and Michael are considered pariah’s in their family. And both were abandoned/betrayed by Chuck

 Castiel and Michael share a mutual distaste for Lucifer

Adam and Jack both crave normalcy 

Castiel is Jack’s chosen father and best friend. Michael and Adam are best friends

Aside from 5x18, Adam and Castiel wear exactly 1 main outfit on the show. Adam wears a grey cargo jacket and Castiel wears his infamous beige trench-coat 

Ghoul!Adam and Jack both wore yellow cargo jackets

Jack has no siblings. Adam has two older siblings

Castiel and Michael are highly intelligent and skilled fighters

Adam and Jack are both strongly attached to their mothers and greatly affected by their deaths

Adam was abandoned by his family (the Winchesters). Jack’s family (minus Castiel, Amara and Gabriel) turned against him

Adam and Jack have both been to Heaven. Jack has also been to the Empty and Adam has been to Hell. And now Jack has fixed Heaven

Before 15x20 aired, Castiel and Michael were both stuck in the Empty after being killed off the show

Michael and Castiel’s lives and worldviews changed from knowing Adam and Jack

Jack’s body was possessed by a demon after his death. Adam was impersonated by the ghoul who ate him

Castiel and Jack are socially awkward, stoic-faced angelic beings who look alike. Adam and Michael are chatty, bitter, sassy mirror images of one another because they shared the same body

Adam and Jack are both compassionate types who want to help people

Michael and Castiel are grouchy and very old

Jack and Castiel were both made human after losing their grace. Adam is a human whom Michael lived with for thousands of years

Note: If I think of any more I’ll add to the list.

[itisa-profoundbond-sarandom]

Destiel, Buddie: the great love patterns and one failure.

I'm going to highlight the patterns of baiting and good storytelling. Chim sounds like the Sam to Dean!Buck. Cas!Eddie and Claire/Jack!Chris.

WARNING: not a negative post, this is from a destielshipper!POV looking to something so beautiful like 9-1-1.

As someone pointed out: if Eddie was a girl they would've already get laid. Same thing with Dean if Cas was a girl.

(my gifs)

We know Dean and Buck like to get laid with many girls...and have some homo-joke-scenes with guys.

Dean Winchester being a disaster bi (since S1)

(+ Josh and roomate!Albert - I know someone ships it xD) What I really enjoyed with Buck/Abby is the meaning of the storyline. D (who likes older women also) and B always get the part of having fun, and when it comes to express their feelings, not all their crushes understand their soul and they don't always admit those with themselves.

Abby: I think I was afraid that If I came back, I would become that person again. Because I missed you. I wanted to see you. But I didn’t trust myself.

Buck: Because being there, being with me, you might lose yourself again?

Shannon: I can’t fail him again, or you and I won’t. I’m still learning how to be someone’s mother and after that maybe I can be someone’s wife.

Eddie [to Bobby]: [...] she wanted a divorce. And I’m still mad. How stupid is that? I’m agry at a dead person and at myself because I forgave her for everything, and that wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.

Buck [to Maddie]: You’re never the one getting left behind. You’re the one who leaves. You don’t know what’s like to watch someone you love walk away.

Dean [to Lisa]: When I do picture myself happy...it’s with you.

Lisa:  You've got so much buried in there, and you push it down, and you push it down. Do you honestly think that you can go through life like that and not freak out? Just, what, drink half a fifth a night and you're good? Dean: You knew what you signed up for.

Lisa: Yeah. But I didn't expect Sam to come back. And I'm glad he's okay. I am. But the minute he walked through that door, I knew. It was over. You two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing I've ever seen. And as long as he's in your life, you're never gonna be happy. That came out so much harsher than I meant. Dean: It's not your fault.

Who does understand them? The best friend. Cas and Eddie are the best friends to who they talk to, they can feel judged by but it doesn't really matter (or it DOES); they trust each other and feel safe.

you gave up an entire army for one guy (dean)

thank you, for not giving up

 stupid for the right reasons 

maybe you could’ve come at it a little differently

The Abby-phase was very important 'cause B wanted to stop to think about just the sex part and really connect with the person, doin' romantic stuff, even VDay; feelings were in the game. 

(He literally asked to the firetruck!girl to see her again...but she said no. Ali? She acted like a Lisa.)

B really tried to find someone and always felt left behind. D had two important relationships, one with Cassie (yeah, that's fun) and I liked her -but he couldn't have a black girlfriend, right(?). Always felt left behind, by his father, by his brother, his mother’ memories were a lie.

When we first see Cassie, they didn’t see each other in a very long time and they get a reunion during a case.

Much like Eddie and Shannon.

(not saying also this...but....this)

Lisa and the weird-and-bad-written-originally story with Amara...who knew Dean bc of his 'dark' side. (Amara has found Cas and Dean’s profound connection and Dean was scared by her darkness connected to his anger and loniless).

At one point Amara will find Dean thanks to Cas's heart  just my reply to go fast  (while Cas was possessed by Lucifer- an annoying bitch who is used as a destiel bait)

We know Buck for his autodiagnosed sex addiction with women and Eddie as a married man with a son and wife not in the picture...and the episode- I'm so sorry, but the beginning of S2 with Buddie can't be described as two hets - there are tropes.

We start to fall for them and Chim with Maddie, wait- Sam!Chim and Eileen!Maddie.

Sam and Eileen’ first episode is basically a blind date on a hunt. They flirt and make a badass duo, she's deaf and super sassy and they're so sweet together. Many start to ship it asap.

I cried with Madney asap.

What does Maddie do since Buck start talking about Chris and Eddie? Yeah.

What does happen in Fanfiction with Sam (he’s a Maddie here) and when Saileen comes back on S15?

Bros shipping their bros with their best friends, mirroring them.

Madney have Buddie patterns.

Saileen is presented as a Het!Destiel parallel...and they can kiss.

Sam asks Dean if he could start thinking about settle down with someone who understand the life, another hunter. Eileen is a hunter. Cas is an angel - the one who raised him from perdition and got lost for his beautiful soul/hunter.

I LOVE that Eddie can be just a friend to Lena and Marjan, basically (I hope not to see this ruined in the future).

Now, over the line: Dean has a mother figure in Bobby!Jody and Jody is shipped with Athena!Donna (also good friend to Dean) and he's got a sister figure in Hen!Charlie.

[Jody, Charlie]

(Jody and Donna have many daugthers figures and a spin-off who hasn't been picked bc too many poc girls, queer girls and two not young women with perfect bodies.)

Bobby!Jody helped him with his mother-plot-fiasco (that was really bad) and I loved Mary before s12.

[I'm having fun thinking about this connections, leave me alone if it'ss just a great big illusion]

I forgive you / of course I forgive you

personal space / personal space

Destiel, uncle!Sam and Jack

Destiel, uncle!Sam and Claire

*love is in the air*

oh and beside the MurphyPatterns (Klaine, Bryan&David) we do have the KripkePatterns also (Timeless, The Boys 2 3 )

One of the most loud BI!Dean eps

I’m ready for some domestic Buddie and Madney

Eileen and Cas back from the dead

Just to make you all laugh after this big movie, remember the chars:

what a destiel scene always looks like

THE END: 

Yes, C*W and Fox aren’t the same, and yes producers can make the difference. all SPN writers WEREN’T the problem, directors neither, not to mention the actors. 

C*W thrived on Destiel for 12 years, building a very good story that could’ve show two men accepting the love they deserved....but they failed, erasing every other (lgbtq, poc, disable) characters.

Fox doesn’t need more viewers but they WILL gain more of them showing Buddie because representation of a M/M ship with BI/PAN (I see Pan!Eddie) it’s a huge thing for TV and it matters. I always see gay love not many other possibilities, with Murphy mostly, he can make the change again. 

A reminder to what C*W did 

[cringemesstickles]

Tickle Monster’s Meal

(TickleTober Day 26: Counting)

Summary: Sam is being particularly sassy.

Pairing: none

Word Count: 1,067

A/N: ikik it’s lee!sam again.

I CANT HELP MYSELF HSBDBDHS

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It was a typical day in the men of letters bunker; Sam was at the library table, scrolling through his laptop while Dean sat across from him, flipping through a car magazine.

Sam was in a particularly sassy mood today; dropping sly insults, making snarky remarks, even just rolling his eyes when he thought Dean said something stupid.

At first, Dean didn’t care all that much since Sam was always pretty sassy… but when his little brother made the comment that he did, all hell broke loose.

“Dean, you really need to start listening to good music; this crap is seriously outdated.” Said the younger Winchester, looking up from his laptop and shooting his older brother a smug look.

Dean looked at the younger with a look of disbelief.

“Outdated?! Sam, the classics never expire!” He defended, pointing a finger at his little brother, who only rolled his eyes as he prepared his next snarky comment.

“Well it’s certainly been replaced by newer and better songs.”

Dean switched off the radio and closed his magazine dramatically, giving Sam his full attention.

He knew exactly what Sam wanted.

If Sam wanted to play, they were gonna play.

“Ten, nine, eight,” He began counting down, noting the confusion in Sam’s face.

“What are you- oh no. no, no, no, no, no-” Realization settled in for Sam and he knew exactly what Dean was planning.

Without waiting another moment, he leapt up from his seat and bolted towards the halls, searching for a place to hide.

His heart raced as his brother continued to count down.

“Five, four,”

Shit, shit, shit, he was almost out of time.

Thinking fast, he slipped into the closest room, which happened to be Dean’s.

He carefully closed the door and knelt by the desk, hoping it would suffice.

“Two, one. Prepare for the tickle monster, little brother!” Dean called out, a smirk on his face.

He crept through the bunkers halls like a lion stalking its prey.

Sam tried his best to keep quiet, but the anticipation was making it very difficult.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable, Sammy… and the inevitable involves lots and lots of laughter~” taunted the elder, pausing in between his teases to listen for any giggles.

Meanwhile, Sam could feel those giggles bubbling up, as well as Dean’s fingers skittering all over his tickle spots… his brother was just too damn good at building the anticipation!

“I mean, just imagine it Sammy… my fingers scribbling and scratching all over that ticklish skin of yours. I can practically hear your laughter!”

Sam could hear Dean’s footsteps getting closer and closer and he just couldn’t hold it in anymore; a giggle slipped from his lips and he instantly became aware of how screwed he was; when the footsteps stopped is when it REALLY kicked in how screwed he was.

“Oh, Sammy~ I know you’re in there…” Dean teased, opening the door to his room.

Sam shot up and tried to maneuver around his older brother, but to no use.

Dean caught him around the waist and pushed him on the bed, instantly wriggling his fingers up and down Sam’s sides.

“DEHEHEAN, NOO- I’M SOHOHORRY!” The taller hunter squealed, squirming under the electric sensations caused by his skilled older brother.

The elder grinned, taking in the clear joy on his little brother’s face. He knew his brother more than anyone and he could tell that Sam was enjoying every second of this.

“Too late! You’ve unleashed the tickle monster with all your sass, and he’s hungry!” He skittered nimble fingers up to the ribs, lightening the touch to add more suspense.

“You know, the tickle monster is inquiring about your ribs… wants to make sure you have them all before he… digs in!”

He let his claw shaped hands vibrate against the bones, earning a shrill shriek from Sam, his loud happy laughter filling the room.

“DEHEHEE, NOO! DON’T YOU D-DAHAHARE!!” He flushed bright red, looking at his brother with sparkling eyes filled with excitement, getting a low chuckle from said brother.

“Sorry, Sam… the tickle monster likes to make sure his meal has all the ingredients he requires. I’m sure you won’t mind if I just count your ribs and make sure they’re all there~”

Without waiting for a response, he started counting, massaging the sensitive bone.

“One… two… three- hey! You made me lose count with all that giggling! Now I have to start over…” Taunted Dean, huffing with feigned irritation, relishing the way Sam’s eyes widened with terror.

“NOO!! I HAVE TWENTY FOHOHOUR!! ALL HUMANS DOHOHO!!” Sam guffawed, though he couldn’t science his way out of this situation; not that he really wanted to…

“I’ve just gotta be sure, Sam! What if you lost one?! The tickle monster needs his meal in one piece!” Dean exclaimed, grinning wickedly.

“Now, let’s try this again… one, two, three, fourrr…” He scratched his index finger into the fourth rib, sending shocks of tickles through Sam’s nervous system.

“NAHAHAH- DEHEHEAN!!! I WONT BE SAHAHA- SASSY ANYMOHOHORE!!” Pleaded the younger Winchester, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Dean felt his heart melt at the sight of his little brother so happy.

He’ll wrap it up soon, but first, he wanted to do one last thing.

“You know what, Sam? The tickle monster is on a schedule today, so lucky for you, he’ll take what he can get and he’ll just eat it now!”

With that explanation, he rolled Sam’s shirt up to reveal his bare skin and without any hesitation, leaned down and blew a loud raspberry against the ticklish ribs, eliciting a snort and a squeal.

“EEK- DEHEHEE!! NOT THAHAHAT!!”

His thrashing had doubled, twisting side to side in desperation as his brother blew raspberry after raspberry on his ticklish skin.

His cheeks were rosy and sore from smiling, but he felt so undeniably happy.

When Sam’s laughter went silent, Dean pulled away and let out a laugh of his own, rolling off of Sam and letting him calm down.

“Mahahan… I always forget how ticklish you are, Sam.” He laughed, affectionately ruffling his brother’s hair.

Sam smiled up at his big brother, a smile of contentment.

“How did you knohohow? That that’s what I wanted?..” he asked shyly, averting his gaze.

Dean only smiled.

“Big brothers know everything about their little brothers…”

It was a simple explanation, but one that sam accepted.

[the-trashy-phoenix]

Supernatural season 5 review (part 2)

Link to part 1:

Irene and I had finished season 5 and, as I already imagined, I loved it. I'm not quite sure if I like it more than the previous one, I think they're kind of in the same level of greatness.

It starts with Lucifer rising again and Sam and Dean being miraculously saved. They immediately meet Chuck to know what happened with the angels and the prophet tells them Castiel has been killed by them. With Lucifer out of the cage Zacharia (who fortunately gets killed at the end by the older Winchester) wants Dean to be Michael's vessel, since he's the only one who can beat the devil: the only problem is that Dean has to say "yes" to Michael. He obviously doesn't want to, so the angels trying to convince him will be a recurrent thing throughout the season. Dean tries to not change his opinion, because becoming Micheal's vessel would mean the two archangels would fight and with their power they would destroy half the planet, but the more time passes the more Dean's hopes vanish, and towards the end he decides to accept Zacharia's proposal. At the last moment, however, to Sam, Castiel and Bobby's relief and delight, he opposes it and Adam, brought back to life only to replace his brother, accepts to be Michael's vessel. This whole mess will eventually end with Lucifer (in Sam's vessel) back in the cage, along with Michael (in Adam's), Castiel miraculously brought back (again, after returning at the beginning of the season) and a desperate Dean trying to keep living a life with Lisa and Ben after losing his brother and promising him to try a new life without hunts.

The main focus of the season is obviously trying to defeat Lucifer, who we meet in the first episode. It is already an interesting character, because he feels misunderstood by God and believes he didn't deserve what he got from his father. It is almost impossible not to empathise at least a little bit with him. He also hides his evil side pretty well at first, making him seem almost like the actual good guy of the situation and the victim of a cruel God. I like the fact that he shows up to the people he wants to convince as their loved one (like he did with Nick when he showed as his wife). He tries to convince Sam to be his vessel (because he's actually the only one who would truly contain him) showing up as Jessica. Sam obviously doesn't want to help Lucifer with the Apocalypse, although both Sam and us don't even really know what his true intentions are. We quickly learn that he obviously, as he hated humanity before, still does it now, so his plan is actually mostly a revenge. He really seems like the final big bad guy, probably because he was supposed to be, and because every other villain ultimately leads to him. I believe he is my favourite one: he is a way more rounded character than the others, having his own motivations (that go beyond wanting to do bad and win over the others). As much as he's wrong for doing what he's doing, at least he got his reasons. He is the first angel who has rebelled against God and he was punished for it, but he's not the only one who did it. At the end of the last season we saw Castiel, persuaded by Dean, rebelling against the angels and their plan to bring Lucifer back. So what makes the difference between them? I think it is the reasons and the intentions behind their actions: Lucifer rebelled because he hated humans and now wants to end them, Castiel rebelled because he loves humanity and wants to defend it. So there's no surprise when Castiel refuses to join Lucifer when he tries to get his brother to come to the dark side in episode 05x10.

Lucifer is not the only new villain, we also meet two demons with opposite purposes: Meg and Crowley. Meg isn't actually new, as we know her since season one, but she has a new body. Her character doesn't change much in season five, she's still a loyal servant, in this case to Lucifer, but we'll see what I will think about her in the next seasons, as I know, as much as I can remember, she will improve. Crowley on the other hand is a lone wolf and wants Lucifer dead as much as the two protagonists want him. I have loved Crowley since the first episode I saw him (05x10) for several reasons. I adore his personality: he's funny and sassy and the perfect villain who's not really a villain (because at the end of the day neither Dean or Sam want him dead, and neither he wants them to be dead as well). I like the fact that he just minds his own business: he doesn't want to start apocalypses or whatsoever, he just wants to keep living, and he knows being against Lucifer is an immediate suicide for a demon, so he helps the Winchesters to kill him. He gives them the Colt at first, believing they could kill him with that, and so they attempt to, ending up with Jo and Ellen dead and the certainty that the Colt couldn't kill the devil. On a side note, I liked seeing Jo and Ellen back, but I hated watching them dying, as much as I loved the episode thanks to its intensity and melancholy (especially in the scenes between Jo and Ellen and between Jo and Dean, although I'm not totally convinced that he should have kissed her, even if I think he did it mainly to make her understand how much he cared about her, rather than for romantic love). I don't appreciate Supernatural not having a female main character who stays alongside the boys for more than a few seasons. I don't expect a woman to become a main character like Castiel but it would have been nice to see a woman appear at least as much as Bobby. This side of Supernatural shows how far behind it is in some ways and that it needed to improve on many aspects (such as veiled, but not too much, misogyny). Returning to Crowley, the demon proves to be essential as thanks to him Sam and Dean understand how to stop Lucifer: not killing him but sending him back where he came from. To do this they need to open a portal that leads Lucifer into his cage, and the portal can only be opened by the rings of the four knights of the apocalypse. They are characters brought to earth, thanks to Lucifer, that Sam and Dean have the pleasure of meeting (and defeating most of the time). The most interesting character is certainly Death, with whom Dean talks (episode 05x21) and who has no intention of fighting the brothers, indeed he voluntarily gives them his ring. The only problem left is to find Lucifer and to push him into the cage. Sam, who has been thinking for days that he has to accept Lucifer's request in order to try to jump into the portal, manages to convince Dean, who obviously would never want Sam to be locked in Lucifer's cage with the devil himself inside him.

Sam and Dean, mainly because of everything that happened last season, have to try to rebuild their now inevitably changed relationship (whose antagonism is exasperated in the parallelism of the two protagonists with the archangels Lucifer, the rebellious son, and Michael, the devoted son). Dean, as much as he doesn't want to, can't keep pretending everything's okay between them and thinks it's best to take different paths. The two brothers remain divided until Dean realizes they can win against the angels and Lucifer only if they are together. From then on their relationship strengthens more and more, until Dean, I think for the first time, decides to completely trust Sam, reject Zacharia's proposal and find another way to defeat Lucifer (05x18). The final step forward is surely Dean accepting Sam's idea of becoming Lucifer's vessel, while knowing what it entails. The difference in their relationship between the end of this season and last season lies in several factors: Sam opens up to Dean and tries to be as honest as possible, while Dean accepts that his brother is now grown up and must make his choices, even if these involve his sacrifice to save humanity. Their relationship ends with one last touching scene in which Dean manages to reach Sam, despite being controlled by Lucifer, and give him enough strength to jump into the portal that will lead him to the cage. I think this season potrais their relationship in a way never seen before, with a rollercoaster of emotions that shows how much they care about each other and how much they have grown in the recent years.

There's another relationship that I'd like to talk about and that I think has evolved over the course of the season, Dean and Castiel's. The two certainly make giant strides towards the end of season four, when Castiel decides to rebel and side with Dean, but they are not yet in the best of relationships. Dean finally seems to trust Castiel, but is still not entirely comfortable with him and his personality ("Cas, we've talked about the personal space", 05x03), while Castiel, after being brought back to life, is convinced, in the early episodes of the season, that he can find God, which Dean is very skeptical of. The thing that may come as a surprise, however, is that Dean supports Castiel and comforts him when the angel seems to have lost hope. I don't think it's really shocking, considering Dean sees himself in Castiel, who seems to be just a confused son looking for an absent father, which Dean is by now an expert of (and the funny thing is that in the emotional episode 05x13, where Sam and Dean go back in time and meet their parents, John, once he knows the lives of the two brothers, he wonders how a father can behave that way with their children, obviously not being aware of the hard truth). When, in episode 05x16, in which Dean and Sam die and go to heaven (which I think is quite original, divided into personal heavens formed by memories of each of the dead people), they discover that God is somewhere, but that he has no intention of intervening in any way, giving relatively little importance to humanity and angels, Castiel is completely destroyed by the news and copes getting drunk (another parallelism with Dean I would say) and in this episode (05x17), confident they can't get help from God, Dean calls the formed trio "team free will" (emphasizing the fact that they are now free to make their own choices). I feel like Dean and Cas start to bond especially when Dean is alone (so in episode 05x03) and he understands Castiel's value in episode 05x04, when Zacharia sends him to a future where he has not accepted to be Michael's vessel, Sam is Lucifer vessel and the world is infected by the Croatoan virus. Dean meets his future self (a way worse and more desperate version of him) who trusts past Dean after he tells his future self an anecdote (that he never revealed to anyone) about wearing pink panties and liking it. I'll admit I completely forgot about that particular (probably because I was 15 when I first watched it and this information seemed extremely irrelevant to me) and I'm still amazed that such a scene really exists. Anyway Dean realizes that, despite everything that has been going on and the way he's become, Castiel has never abandoned him. He also understands, noticing how much the future Castiel has changed and how hopeless he gets, he should appreciate his Castiel more (and that is something Castiel will eventually tell him directly too in episode 05x18, in which after Dean decides to agree to Michael Castiel beats him up telling him he rebelled for him and so he shouldn't repay him like that).

Chuck compares in episode too, showing he's still on Dean's side as well. I honestly quite like him in this season: he's awkward, confused and out of place most of the time, but I think that's what makes it likeable, at least for me. We see more of him in episode 05x09, where there's a Supernatural convention and Sam and Dean have to deal with both their fans (without them knowing who they really are) and a case, and are forced to work with a couple of fans who fortunately save everyone. At the end of the episode Dean discovers that the two fans, both male, are a real couple (making it the first homosexual couple in the series). I don't quite know how to interpret this moment (which writers probably didn't even give too much thought to), but the fact that in the next scene we see Dean thinking next to the car with a little smile makes me believe that that the step forward to acceptance was not only made by the series.

There's another character who's not totally new but seems to be at the same time: Gabriel. We have known him since season two by the name of "Trickster", but thanks to Castiel we find out, along with the brothers, that he was an archangel all along (who gave us some of the funniest episodes, and especially Dean thirsting over Dr. Sexy in episode 05x08). They ask him to join their side, but quickly understand he doesn't want to be on anyone's side. He fortunately changes his mind on episode 05x19 and sides with Sam and Dean, only to be killed by Lucifer at the end of the episode. Gabriel is my favourite angel besides Castiel, for obvious reasons, so I was very happy he decided to risk it all and go against his brother to be on the Winchesters' squad.

To conclude, as much as I think there are some parts of the season they could have done better (for example the scene with Lucifer and Michael in the last episode), I believe this is one of the best seasons of the show, so we'll see if after rewatching the other ten seasons I will have the same opinion.

- Carly 💚

[adammilligan]

Dude, I seriously don’t GET the whole Gabriel to Lucifer thing. Like Gabriel clearly LOVES humanity in a way Lucifer couldn’t. He didn’t rebel, he ran away. I mean, he’s the baby of the archangels and watching your older bros tear each other a new one all the time would be terrifying and exhausting. Also, I’d love to stop seeing Gabe being compared to the bro who full on mocked and ganked him. Lucifer is a whiny brat and like Gabe said he couldn’t handle dad bringing home the new baby.

FUCKING PREACH OH MY GOD the other day i was looking through gabriel posts and i saw this one that was like "uwu the snap-of-the-fingers thing that gabriel does came from lucifer!!! lucifer's the only other angel who does it!!! he's copying his Big Bwother uwu" and it's like....did everyone in the fandom literally forget that michael also snapped his fingers in season 5 and that snapping fingers is not exclusive to angels??? IT'S LITERALLY JUST AN ACTION. but yeah gabriel didn't "rebel" he fucking ran away to go live amongst humanity!!!! the species that lucifer fucking despised!!!! i swear to god it's like the fandom took the fact that lucifer and gabriel spoke in a similar sassy manner and went "well it's official gabriel and lucifer are the CLOSEST to each other and michael and raphael didn't matter to them at ALL there's ONLY ~gabe and luci~."

just because lucifer said something along the lines of "i taught you all your tricks" doesn't mean that he was literally the only influence gabriel ever had. and clearly lucifer DIDN'T teach gabriel all the tricks if gabriel was able to successfully fake his death in front of him. lucifer literally throws temper tantrums every single time he doesn't get his way. when gabriel didn't achieve his goal of getting sam to stop trying to find a way to save dean in mystery spot, he gave up and brought dean back. when michael couldn't get dean to become his vessel, he gave up and took adam instead.

and speaking of gabriel and older brothers and parallels, you know who the archangel was that was questioned on whether or not he would go back to heaven, replied with "i don't know," and asked a human that he cared for to guide him on the intricacies of human life? MICHAEL. you know who showed the bare minimum of respect to human life by not also killing everyone in the diner after he smote lilith? MICHAEL. you know who could've made several threats to the lives of the winchesters and castiel when he was held on lockdown but didn't? MICHAEL. you know who didn't lash out until castiel came in there and pressed literally every single one of his buttons at once? MICHAEL. you know the archangel that grew from being antagonistic to helping the winchesters out? MICHAEL.

i'll probably make a more detailed post on this later and gather some parallels between lucifer & raphael too but yeah gabriel should stop being compared to someone who's literally nothing like him. gabriel has his flaws, absolutely, but his flaws and lucifer's flaws are in no way similar to each other.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

To the Ends of the Earth 13

Supernatural 

A/n: Supernatural AU. OOC Gabriel 

Link to Chapter 12

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader 

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Lucifer…

The devil’s name left your lips before you could really understand what was going on. You felt Gabriel’s arms tense around you. This was the last thing that you had expected. It had been years since you had last seen the devil. Now here he stood in your living room smiling like some old friend. 

Lucifer turned with a smile. 

“Y/n, how nice to see you again….Gabriel.”

Lucifer’s expression went from cocky to totally surprise the moment that he saw his younger brother. It had been millions of years since Lucifer had seen his brother and now here he stood looking not the least bit happy. Lucifer sighed thinking about their last meeting... 

Gabriel stood on earth wrapped in a dark cloak as Lucifer walked around aimlessly. Lucifer had been gone from heaven for a few weeks now and nothing was getting any easier. Gabriel had snuck to earth a handful of times to see his older brother. 

This time, however, was different. Gabriel stood completely silently as Lucifer did whatever it was he was supposed to be doing. After a few moments, Lucifer groaned before turning to his younger brother. Even with the cloak covering his face, Lucifer knew that Gabriel was giving him that displeased scowl that the youngest archangel wore so well.  

“Ugh...go ahead, Gabriel. Say what you are going to say and get it over with.” 

Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest. His golden eyes glowed from underneath the cloak. 

“It's pointless.”

Lucifer nodded. He had to stop himself from clapping.

“There you go, kid! You’re starting to catch on finally.”

Gabriel took a breath before pushing the hood off of his face. His golden eyes were focused on his brother carefully. 

“I am not. I do not understand why you are doing this, Lucifer. It makes no sense.” 

Lucifer sighed. 

“It makes total sense. Our father wants us to bow down to some creation that is beyond flawed. No thank you. We are so much better than them.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. This argument was beginning to get a little old now. After hearing it for the past few months, Gabriel was finally able to argue on it. 

“Lucifer, they may be flawed but they are trying. You aren’t giving them a chance. They deserve a chance.”

Lucifer wanted nothing more than to beat the living hell out of his little brother but he couldn't. What the hell was Gabriel thinking? Why was he drinking the kool-aid that his father was apparently passing out to the angels up in heaven? 

From the time that Gabriel was created, Lucifer always had a soft spot for his younger brother. Time apart had not changed those feelings either.  Lucifer still loved him. Now that he saw what his brother was turning into all Lucifer wanted to do was get a hold of him and shake him. 

“Again, I am not giving them a chance, Gabriel. Just because dad paired you up with one that will be born at some point in the future; that doesn’t mean I have to care for them. Go back to heaven and be a good little soldier like always. Go wait for your little darling to be born so you can follow her around like a lovesick puppy that will use you for everything that you are worth.”

Gabriel didn’t speak for a moment before laughing coldly. 

“Fine, you’ll never see me again.”

Lucifer pulled himself from the memory before smiling coldly. 

“I thought that I was never going to see you again?”

Before Gabriel could respond, Lucifer noticed Gabriel’s arms wrapped around your waist. He smirked looking between the two of you. 

“Oh, my dad! Y/n Winchester is the girl that dad bonded you with. What the hell is it with our family and the obsession with Winchesters? I mean, come on! It's like you all are angel kryptonite or something.” 

When Gabriel didn’t bother to respond, Lucifer sighed. 

“Can you stop giving me that scowl of discontent?”

Gabriel let go of you before turning and walking to the couch to sit down. He didn’t bother saying anything as Lucifer chased after his younger brother. 

“Oh wait, so you’re not talking to me now?”

 Gabriel’s golden eyes rolled up to his brother. Talking to Lucifer was the last thing that Gabriel wanted to do. He hadn’t spent all of his past time trying to forget his older brother for nothing. 

“It would be pointless.”

Lucifer scowled at his brother. 

“So I gotta know...how did Michael and Raphael handle the news that little brother is crazy over a human?” 

“Lucifer, drop dead.”

You snapped and sealed the space between the archangels. Lucifer turned his attention to you. 

“You may want to back off, lady. Maybe go get a helmet or something. I have a feeling that things are about to get really ugly in here.” 

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Lucifer frowned and glanced over your shoulder to his brother. Gabriel didn’t move. He sat watching carefully. Lucifer had a feeling that if he dared to make a move on you he would be in a lot of trouble. The last thing that he really wanted was to have Gabriel punch him in the face. 

“That will do, Y/n.”

Gabriel said. You turned to look back at Gabriel. It didn’t take the two of you being a couple for him to know that you wanted him to get away from his brother. 

“Gabriel.” 

“Y/n, back off.”

Gabriel snapped. You gave your lover a pouty expression before going to join Dean. 

Over the next few moments, you stood listening to Gabriel and Lucifer talk in rapid Enochian. Dean leaned over with a smirk. 

“Any idea what they are saying?”

You shook your head. 

“Why would I know?”

Dean shrugged.

“I figured that Gabriel would shove knowledge of the Enochian language into your head...you two being so close and all.” 

Dean seemed a little surprised by the stunned expression.

“What?”

Dean muttered. You turned away from your brother with a frown. Dean had made a good point. 

“Maybe he wants to keep his own secrets”

You shook your head. 

“We aren’t supposed to have those...yet here we are.” 

Before Dean could respond, Gabriel stood up. He reached out pushing Lucifer away from him.

“Get away from me.” 

He snapped before turning his attention back to you. 

“Come on, Y/n.” 

Adam, who had been watching the whole thing from the doorway stepped in. 

“No, she isn’t going with you when you are mad. I forbid it.” 

Gabriel looked at Adam with an amused smirk. He fought the urge to say something extra sassy. The kid was really playing with fire and he didn’t seem to realize it. Talking back to archangels had to be up there with stupid. 

“And I suppose a great human-like yourself is going to stop him?”

Lucifer said with a smirk but earned a scowl from Gabriel. Adam gave Lucifer a matching scowl as the devil turned to his brother. 

“Who is this guy? Looks like he doesn’t have much time for kicks.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. 

“His name is Adam. He’s Y/n’s twin.”

Lucifer’s mouth dropped. 

“How many damn Winchester’s are there? I swear there is more of them than there is of us!”

Adam shook his head. 

“Hell, no. I am not a Winchester. My last name is Milligan. Who are you?”

Gabriel started laughing hard. He ignored the annoyed expression on your face as Lucifer lightly stepped forward.

“I am Lucifer. Aka Satan...nice to meet you! Well, I really don’t give a damn about you, kid. I am here for other things.” 

“To make my life miserable? You’ve already done that.” 

Gabriel turned his attention back to you. He held out a hand before giving you a small smile. 

“Sugar.” 

You didn’t hesitate before wrapping your hand around his. Gabriel tugged you back to the bedroom that you had just left. 

He shut the door behind him with a frown. You waited a moment before deciding to speak. Gabriel had walked to the couch and plopped down. It didn’t take being in love with the archangel to know that he was pissed off. 

“Are you okay?”

Gabriel glanced over his shoulder at you. 

“I’m just peachy.” 

You tried to fight the annoyance building. Gabriel was not peachy. Nothing about him was peachy! 

“Don’t lie to me.”

Gabriel groaned. 

“Oh, here we go!”

He dramatically laid back on the couch like he was in a shrink’s office. 

“What can I say, doctor? I hate all of my brothers. My father abandoned me and now all of my grace is gone!” 

You sat down on the bed. 

“Very funny, smart ass. That isn’t what I meant! Come on, Gabe. You just saw your brother that you haven’t seen in millions of years.” 

Gabriel threw his hands up. 

“I was in there!”

You quickly stood and walked toward the door. 

“Never mind. I wanted to know if you were okay and apparently that is too hard of a question.”

Gabriel popped up from his place on the couch. 

“Hey! I told you not to go after your brothers that day! We are throwing everything that we had away dealing with all of this shit! That was your choice!”

You gave him a cold glare. 

“Yeah, it was all my fault. Everything is always my fault!” 

You slammed the door and walked down the hall. All that you wanted at the moment was to go on a long drive far away from Adam and anything angel related...

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