#emmawinchesterweek

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But I don’t want to be like them.

for emma winchester week

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emma winchester 🌷🗡️

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aspecnatural week day 2 + emmanatural week day 6: connection + love - alex, emma, and jack bond over being aroace

[ID: A scrapbook page about Supernatural characters and an aroace colors theme. The background paper is blue watercolor.

In the left corner is a blue button holding a woven aroace bracelet that is trailing down the side of the page. To the left is a sticker of a stack of 5 cassette tapes, each a different color making up the aroace flag.

In the right corner is a polaroid of Jack Kline, Emma Winchester, and Alex Jones all wearing aroace pride merch. Jack is wearing a white shirt with an aroace wave, a yellow jacket, and an aroace agender pin. Emma has a dark blue shirt with aroace flowers. Alex has a black shirt with an aroace sun and clouds, a dark orange jacket, and two aroace pins. There is writing on the polaroid. In black, Claire writes, “How did I get 3 dorky aroace siblings?” In red, Alex writes, “Rude..” In orange, Jack writes, “I think we are cool!” In pink, Emma writes, “I agree.” On the side of the polaroid, Dean writes in black, “Assholes! This was for my scrapbook!!” Emma replies, “Sorry dad.” The polaroid is taped at the top with orange and white washi tape. At the bottom corner of the photo is a cloud and moon sticker.

There is an index card with a yellow border and smiley faces at the top. On the lines, Dean writes, “Amara took them to an aspec get together in some city. Also Claire is a hypocrite because they also dressed up. And I have the photos to prove it.” In smaller writing at the bottom, “Check out the dork on the next page. (arrow pointing right)” Surrounding the card is a sun border and underneath both is a rectangle of yellow flower paper. At the top right corner of the paper is a sticker of 5 admit one tickets, each a different color making up the aroace flag. In the bottom right corner are two blue star stickers and an orange burst sticker. Then two photos showing close-ups. END ID]

scrapbooknatural 1/?: dean’s scrapbook - claire’s aroace siblings alex, emma, and jack

Merch used: Jack’s pin | Jack’s shirt | Emma’s shirt | Alex’s pin 1 | Alex’s pin 2 | Alex’s shirt | Mixtape sticker | Admit one sticker | Bracelet

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Emma Winchester Week Day 1: Chaos

This is based on a game I used to play with my siblings, where we simply tried to crush the life out of each other

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Emma Winchester Week

Day 3: Burn

[hollie47]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36853486/chapters/92107948

Day 4 for Emma Winchester Week

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Wait so emmawinchesterweek and aspecnaturalweek overlap? This cannot be a coincidence

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Heads up, everybody.  It is Emma Winchester Week!  I am in the process of filling my queue with Emma content to spread it out over the whole 7 days, but if anyone is worried about it being spammed, I’m gonna try and tag all of it with #emmawinchesterweek so you can blacklist that if you need to.

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Emma Winchester Week 2020: Day 3: Family

What did you say to me, when I was the one who choked? ... Look man, she was not yours, not really.    

[my Emma fics can be found here]

[From left to right, three gifs per row until last gif which takes up the whole row: 1) close-up of Dean and Emma at the door, Emma mostly talking and looking like she’ll cry; 2) [black text, white background, shadow below the font] text: you can beg a monster; 3) Emma swinging her head from where Sam has a gun pointed at her to Dean behind her, begging Dean not to let her die; 4) Dean, arms crossed, telling Emma sitting on the bed if she really wants help he will; 5) [black text, white background, shadow below the font] text: it can even beg you back; 6) Dean, with a gun pointing at Emma, telling her to walk away; 7) Sam shooting Emma, the bullet hitting her chest, and Dean - still holding a gun on her - flinching back; 8) [black text, white background, shadow below the font] text: but that doesn’t change its nature; 9) Dean and Sam in the car, Dean saying she was his daughter, she just also happened to be a monster; 10) very slow zoom shot of Emma’s face and upper arm as she lays dead; (white) text: or where you end up]

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She Likes Girls

Pairing: Emma/Krissy (Supernatural) Rating: Teen Word Count: 1K Warnings: A slap. Written For: Femslash Feb., Day 5: Hands, Emma Winchester Week, Day 5: Family. Also a timestamp for Like the Angel On Ao3

Emma realized that she liked girls before she knew what that even meant. Her Barbies were best friends. They went to eat dinner together, they held hands, and they slept in the same bed in the dollhouse her daddy made her. And when Uncle Sam had bought her her first Ken doll, he pretty much stayed in her toy box.

Aunt Charlie figured it out first. Aunt Charlie also liked girls the way that Emma did. She had quietly pulled Emma to the side and made sure that she was loved, that she was cared for, and that she would be accepted no matter who she loved. Emma will always remember the way her Aunt Charlie’s hand ran through her hair before she kissed Emma on the top of the head.

It wasn’t that long after that Emma decided to tell her dad. Aunt Charlie had promised that Dad would still love her and that Dad would most likely have something to say to her as well. When she sat down next to him, she curled up against him and weaseled her way under his arm. Thirteen years old and she resorted to hiding her face in her father’s chest.

Dad had pulled her back and told her that it wouldn’t matter who she loved as long as he got to threaten them to never hurt her. Then Dad told her what Aunt Charlie had hinted at. Dad liked both guys and ladies. Emma sobbed in relief and stayed snuggled up with him, his hand tracing circles on her arm while he explained a little bit more about how he and Momma met.

Krissy moved to town a few weeks later. Her long dark brown hair, her sweet smile, her infectious laugh, it was hard to not be Krissy’s friend. It was hard for Emma to hide that she liked Krissy a lot more than just a friend. But in the way that thirteen and fourteen-year-old girls do, Krissy could only go on and on about Aiden, a boy in their grade.

Emma also met a boy by the name of Kevin. He had short dark brown hair, a sweet smile, and a contagious laugh. Kevin was the first boy that Emma saw in that way. While Krissy dated Aiden, Emma was with Kevin. And while Emma liked Kevin, she still liked Krissy more.

The summer before their sophomore year, Emma and Kevin decided to be just friends. Emma was more than happy with that, and the pair remained thick as thieves. The only thing missing was Krissy.

A week into the new school year, Krissy dumped Aiden in the middle of the lunchroom. While Emma’s heart was pounding for selfish reasons, she shoved her feelings down to be there for her other best friend. Not that Emma’s shoulder was needed for long. Krissy fell in thrall to Mr. Novak.

Krissy started bringing their English Teacher an apple every Friday. Her handwriting started featuring little hearts dotting i’s. And on a particularly long assignment, Emma swore that Krissy sprayed the papers with her lilac body spray. 

The final straw for Emma was when Krissy took a little longer to pack her bookbag after class one day. They had an unwritten agreement between them that they would leave their last class together. Emma snapped at Krissy as they left the classroom, stating that her father would have a better chance at dating Mr. Novak.

Little did she know how right she was.

That evening, Dad made an ass out of himself at the Parent-Teacher Conferences.

The following Monday, Dad handed his number to Mr. Novak and got Mr. Novak’s number in return.

Then on Tuesday, Krissy slapped her.

Mr. Novak quickly came to Emma’s defense and stood between her and Krissy. And while the slap didn’t hurt, the fact that it came from Krissy, her best friend, her crush? It broke Emma’s heart. When Aunt Charlie came to pick her up, Emma clung to her and sobbed into her shoulder. She knew it hurt Dad that she hid with Aunt Charlie in the back of the tattoo parlor, but Emma knew that if anyone would understand, it was Aunt Charlie.

Over the next several weeks, Emma put on a brave face. Mr. Novak – Cas, which was short for Castiel of all names – and her dad were getting closer. And as happy as she was for Dad, she missed Krissy. She forgave the slap. She forgave the irrational anger. Yet Emma couldn’t forgive being forgotten.

Kevin tried to cheer her up and spent more time with her. One evening, when he came over to help Emma study for math, she spilled her heart out to him. To Emma’s surprise, Kevin already figured it out, and it was one of the reasons why he said they’d be better as friends. They finished up their math homework and cuddled on the couch and watched Emma’s favorite episodes of The Great British Bake Off to cheer her up.

Strangely, a few days later, Krissy texted her, asking if they could talk. Emma replied that she wasn’t ready yet, and to give her a little more time. After mentioning it at Dinner one night to Dad and Cas, then talking to Aunt Charlie over a couple of weeks, Emma texted Krissy back, accepting the olive branch.

Emma and Krissy met in the cafeteria at lunchtime, sitting together for the first time in almost two months. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t bright. There was no infectious laughter. But it was a start. And they agreed to meet once a week for lunch to try and repair what was broken.

As Sophmore year came to a close, the End of Year Carnival came with it. Freshman year, she had explored it with Krissy and Kevin. This year, she chose to stick with her Dad and Cas. Of course, as a teacher, Cas had to work a shift at one of the booths. So Emma figured she could persuade her Dad to try and win a prize for her or Cas at one of the games he claimed he didn’t love.

What Emma didn’t expect was for Krissy to come to her with a teddy bear that Krissy won explicitly for her. And she certainly didn’t expect the warmth that was Krissy’s hand in hers.

[deansmultitudes]

Emma's father dumped her body into a shallow grave. He didn't burn her. He should have known better. There were tons of books cluttering both beds when Emma came into the hunters' hotel room. That's what the hunters do, she was told, they reasearch—that is, when they're not busy murdering all that they deem monstrous. If they did their job properly, they would know—a bullet can't kill an amazon. The fire would have probably done the job, though. So Emma's lucky like that. Once she claws her way out from under the fresh, beaten soil, she's in the middle of a forest, lost and dirty. And alive. There is nowhere for her to go now, she knows. The amazons certainly moved by now, if they decided she was done for, that she failed at the only task she had to do. The task no one ever fails. But it's not her fault, not really. She had it tougher then the rest of girls. It's not an excuse, but it's the truth. The Winchesters must have trained for years, honing their instincts and firing bullets at monster teens; sob story or not. Blood or not. But that's okay, she's got it. She runs her fingers through her hair to comb out the soil, dusts herself off best she can and buttons up her jacket to hide the blood staining her shirt. Not far away, the lights flash time after time, as the cars pass on their way back to town. Catching a ride shouldn't be a problem. She starts walking towards the road. After all, she's a Winchester too. And she's gonna get her second chance.

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Feb 4th prompt for #emmawinchesterweek: Purgatory.

Purgatory is an eternal twilight. It is never quite bright enough to be considered day, nor dark enough to be nighttime. Without the sun and the moon to tell time, Emma couldn’t be sure of how long she’d been in Purgatory. Certainly, it felt much longer than the few short days she’d spent on earth.

When Emma first awoke in Purgatory, she was lying in a clearing of dead grass, her bronze blade at her side. Confused, she had wandered into the woods surrounding the clearing. She had been walking for several minutes when she was attacked from behind. The struggle was brief. Emma never found out what kind of monster first attacked her, but she did discover what happened when dead monsters die again in Purgatory.

Emma woke once more in the clearing. It was the same every time. No matter how far she ventured, after she was killed she awoke in the same field. That didn’t happen very often- Emma was wiser now. Most monsters didn’t pick fights. But occasionally they would, out of sheer boredom (or madness, Emma supposed, having been trapped in Purgatory so long). Emma knew better than to seek an alliance with other Amazons, being uninitiated as she was. So she kept to herself.

Emma walked through the endless forest, with nothing to do except reflect upon her brief life. She wished she knew who shot her. She assumed he was a hunter, like her father. The Amazons hadn’t told her that Dean had other hunters with him. Emma wondered if her mother knew. If her mother knew that she was sending Emma to her death. Even in death, she wore the locket her mother had given her. She’d considered casting it off many times, but she never did.

Emma often thought about her father, too. He’d seemed surprised when the other man- the one who shot her- showed up. Emma liked to think that Dean wouldn’t have shot her, even if she’d been bold enough to harm him first. Emma regretted being dead, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret failing her initiation.

Eventually- how long after her death, she couldn’t say- she caught Dean’s scent. At first she thought she was mistaken, but it was easy enough to follow. She found him trekking through the woods with a vampire. She silently followed them from a distance. Finally, the vampire idly wandered from Dean, though he didn’t go far. Emma moved from behind a tree- just enough to catch Dean’s eye. His hand reflexively reached for his weapon. He froze when he recognized Emma.

For a moment, they locked eyes, unmoving. Dean relaxed his hand and nodded once. Then he turned, and walked in the direction of his companion. Emma watched him until he receded from her vision entirely.

She picked a fight with the next monster she saw, and awoke in the clearing.

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Emma Winchester Week Day 2: Underground

This is my ‘make the bunker cozier’ campaign

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My final edits for Emma Winchester Week. Super fun, happy 10 years of Emma

if you have a request or want to be tagged for any of my edits send me an ask. don’t repost, reblogs appreciated. all of my edits can be found here

tags: @smokerdean @milfcodeddean @s4x01 @jewishdeanwinchester @deanwinchestersotherphone @dykes4dean @jessicareaper @paranormal-potatoes @emmamarywinchester

[lucasbarr]

Emma Winchester Week

Day 1: Chaos