#enochian sigils?

[demcrazymandolin]

So I found this stick on a beach in Oregan and decided to bring it with me on the plane all the way back home. (And yes it looked hilarious coming down the conveyor belt with all the rest of the luggage)

Anyway, I brought it back so I could turn it into a wizard staff. Because look at how cool this thing looks.

I wanted to carve some kind of message into the wood. And because I'm a Supernatural fan, I was thinking some kind of enochian sigil or something. Or perhaps a quote from Good Omens, Lotr or The Hobbit.

I'm having trouble figuring out ideas to do, I really wanna carve some kind of sigil that's for sure but idk what I want it to say.

So I'm open to any ideas. I figured if anybody would have any cool ideas it'd be all the Tumblr nerds lol. Feel free to leave any suggestions in the replies! 🧙‍♂️

[dreamscapes2]

Enochian Vision Magick

[heliotrope155]

Really amused by the idea that when Dean and Cas have arguments, Dean just draws Enochian sigils or wards on his doors/windows so Cas can't enter.

[yandereunsolved]

" you're my lover, my protector, my favorite sin. " — Yandere Endverse Castiel w/ an angel darling

cw(s): yandere themes, light nsfw (sexual innuendos & non-descript intimacy), dubious consent

ʚɞ

🪽 It's no secret that the both of you share a sacred bond. Over many millennia, your brothers and sisters have whispered such things. No one has seen God since creation, an unspoken truth that can lead to losing an etheral being's life. Yet, you have heard others say that God destined that the both of you would fall in love. An action that is more forbidden than Eve and Adam taking a bite of the apple.

You were never fond of your 'siblings'. That word felt so human. It disgusted you. You were not related to them in any way but God, as all other creatures were. You held no loyalties to those who you served above in station and those you helped below.

The only being that stayed constant throughout creation was Castiel. Your Castiel.

When the seals began breaking, you stood by and allowed it to happen, as was fated. You fought with those in your garrison to protect heaven from the demonic onslaught. Somewhere within it all, you lost your Castiel.

He was assigned to save a soul from hell. Thousands of angels went with him; less than a hundred returned with their grace intact. You searched and finally rejoiced when he returned, albeit different than before. He avoided you as if you were one of the same creatures that he had to kill. You knew he was reprimanded and sent back to Earth.

That's the last you saw of him. You were told by your superiors that he was stripped of his wings and then killed. You nearly contemplated becoming one of them. Never had you felt such human emotions.

🪽 The apocalypse. Michael was supposed to possess the human Castiel saved. Only that human refused to do the one job he was made for! Then Lucifer came and slaughtered the ethereal beings in heaven, from lowly Cherubs to the mighty Seraphim. A handful survived.

You should have felt something. You were subjected to serve under Lucifer. A holy, loyal angel would have fought until their death. You just realized Lucifer had a point. All of this was so meaningless. There is no beauty to humanity, only hatred and sin.

Castiel, one of the last times you saw him, told you how precious God's favorite creations were. How foolish of you to believe him. If it weren't for his weakness, then he'd still be here. You both could have had something.

🪽 Instead, you're Lucifer's right hand. It is quite the job. You have to tolerate his quirks. Like when he makes flirtatious comments and tries, yet horribly fails, at making you pliant. You hold great respect for him. You just wonder how long he will harass you. You prefer his true visage and not the meatsuit he constantly dons.

When you aren't simply an angelic being to be admired, you work. You come to settlements bearing false gifts and then spread the Croatoan virus until all the humans croak. No one suspects a lone angel in a vessel to be their doom. On the off chance you come across a hunter—that can get a bit messy. Still nothing but more ashes in the wind to you.

You would rather do that than be subjected to Lucifer's lackeys. They are, for lack of a better word, buffoons. You would think demons were knowledgeable on the most efficient torture methods. Whoever was in charge of hell pre-Lucifer was failing, or just as much of an idiot, or both. You never really paid attention to the demonic hierarchy until now. You just follow orders.

🪽 So when Lucifer gives you another job, you think nothing more of it. Camp Chitaqua. Your boss, as funny as he is, left out the fact they had enochian warding sigils all over the camp. That coupled with devil warding and pretty much as many sigils that any one place could have. This people, or at least their leader, is no amateur.

You would have to gain explicit permission to enter the camp. That is, if they don't figure out you are an angel, work for Lucifer, and want to slaughter them all first.

You know all the happenings around the camp, outside of the warding. You find a stray, clearly intoxicated human. Jimmy Novak—no. Jimmy Novak's soul is not in this body. It can't be. C. Cas. Castiel?

"What's cookin', sweetheart? You new 'round these parts?"

Everything about him is not, was not, him. His dialog, body language, and most importantly, how human his energy is. He's smoking a blunt for angel's sake! 

So now you have an easy way to gain permission and access to Camp Chitaqua.

You are conflicted on what to do.

Lucifer. That bastard.

🪽 Cas knows it's you. It's his baby. His love. Old Castiel was never brave enough to just spit out that he'd like to take you right then and there. Get your wings all ruffled up. Your graces intertwined and all that good stuff. Now he can. Well, not the grace part because he is no longer an angel, but he's sure he could still feel your grace. You could let him feel you in all the ways one could imagine.

He wants to know where you have been, but he kind of already knows. Even his stoned brain can put two and two together. The incredibly sexy dangerous beast that works for Lucifer and wants to kill them all, as informed to him by Dean, is obviously you. He knew you had a disliking for humans, but he didn't think you'd ever go this far. It's oddly attractive. Like, yeah, you can take him out anytime you'd like.

Angel, please, don't tease him like this.

He still yearns to hear the truth from those pretty lips of yours. He wants to tease the knowledge out of you. He wants to seduce you and show you what you've been missing out on. There's all these pent-up emotions when it comes to you. He just wants to let them all out. He'd prefer if all of them were let out inside you.

🪽 Cas shows you around the place. He is hanging off you the entire time. A few jealous looks are cast your way. At least what you felt was jealousy and arousal emanating from those campgoers. You nearly vomited from how strong it was. How tight does Castiel have these people wrapped around his finger? Very tight.

It kills him inside as he acts as if he hasn't the faintest idea of who you are. You're simply a lost traveler who he let in because you were just so lost... and hot... and he didn't want to miss his self-appointed orgey session with his favorites. He invited you to join them. It broke him when he saw your response. It was so much harsher than he thought. Yeouch.

He's gonna go self-medicate while Dean harshly interrogates you. You could have gotten out of the interrogation if you joined him. Just sayin'. You wouldn't even have to participate. Cas is fine with you just watching.

🪽 After one horribly long conversation with their leader and the failure of a vessel, you are suspiciously confirmed as a new resident in their camp. The wardings still dampen your power greatly, but you're able to fly out of there and back swiftly, just not in the blink of an eye.

You report back to Lucifer while everyone is resting. The damned devil knew exactly what he was doing, sending you in there. He makes piss poor excuses and decides to cut you a deal. Camp Chitaqua? It can stay for now. Even after Lucifer wipes it off the proverbial map, that fallen angel of yours can stay alive. You just have to... do a few things for him. Everything, in fact. No more of this informal loyalty business.

He is demanding a grace pact. The both of you intertwine your angelic nature to make a deal that neither side can break, lest their grace be snuffed out.

You obey his every order.

Castiel stays safe, and Camp Chitaqua also has temporary amnesty.

You loved your Castiel. That much is true. It's just—this new one isn't your Castiel. You have to get him back somehow.

🪽 Cas doesn't want to go back to how he was. He does want you. And you, you try so hard to 'fix' him. He doesn't need to be fixed.

You go as far as to reveal your true identity, but not your workings with the devil himself.

He simply takes a hit of his bong and buries his true feelings. He can't tell you how much he has needed you... for so many years... so many. The first time he ever came to was the thought of you. So many of his 'firsts' were thinking, wishing, yearning, and praying that it was you.

You can't love that pathetic, emotionless winged dick. He isn't a winged dick anymore. He's just the second part, and boy is he good at it.

He'll play your little games if it means you'll stay by his side longer. He's petrified that you'll abandon him once you realize this is him. He is no longer a dignified Angel of the Lord. He's this.

Why can't you just love the true him?

You play this never-ending back and forth. It's the same game, altered rules.

🪽 It takes him a while to learn about your pact with the devil. When he does, he gets pissed. His love cave is messier than usual. He pulled out all his old knowledge and is flipping through the few magical books they've been able to preserve. He cancels all of his fun times. He shuts everyone out.

His sole focus is figuring out how to undo this.

How fucking dare he. He may just be a mortal... a weak body of flesh and bone that can be killed by just a cut, but that doesn't change the fact that Lucifer has you by the tips of your wings.

Who knows what that, as his older brother said, big bag of dicks is doing!?

It makes you swoon. You see your Cas-tiel again.

Lucifer is able to feel that. What happens because of that? Only you know. And some of those things will stay deeply buried in your memories for an eternity to come.

🪽 Castiel takes more risks outside of base camp because he knows you'll save him. You're his own personal guardian angel. He uses that to his advantage. He locates information and finds ways to hide certain things from you. He isn't sure if he's doing a good job, but he has to try, just one more time. After all, the apocalypse has already happened.

"I'm going to make a really bad decision."

Lucifer himself knows what that means for you.

"Please, no."

Every time you say no to his idiocy, he takes that as a yes. You don't exactly mind it. You haven't seen this side of Cas before. Well—this... everything, you haven't seen before.

🪽 He relaxes back to his endverse self after a handful of months. He's made some good progress with his research. So he decided to grow bolder. Orgies! His favorite hobby.

Except this time he outs you as a divine being. He just tweaks the details a little bit. You're a sex goddess, hiding from the big bad Lucifer that wants to hurt you. He tells Dean this, and he believes it. Hey, Dean trusts Cas, and it makes a lot of sense. You're skittish and hella fuckable. Perhaps Cas can hook him up one night—if he ever gets a break from making sure everyone keeps their bits and bobs in place.

No wonder Cas's condom use has gone up quadruplefold since you appeared.

He holds elaborate sex rituals in your name and your name alone. All other gods are dead. It's time to make you a new one.

The coy fucker acts like this wasn't his plan. He just stumbled into it. He's just a silly little stoner. Your silly little stoner.

"Baby, I can feel your grace. Don't be mad—I'm just teaching others to worship you as I do." He worships you the best.

🪽 As one does, he sacrifices those he doesn't like. In secret. He takes out those infected with Croatoan virus, or so everyone thinks. He isn't sure if Dean has caught on yet. If Dean has, then he hasn't confronted Cas on it.

It stems from jealously. You are starting to help others in camp. You have never helped humans like this before. It's strange. It should be him! Only him! It's selfish, okay? He gets it. But he has known you for far longer than anyone. Only he knows how to take care of you. He is the only one who has earned your blessings.

So—someone else gets your aid? Oh, no, no, no, no, no! You are his provocative savior.

And also just a teensy eensie weensie blood ritual that could set you free from Lucifer and tie you to him. It requires a lot of blood. And unfortunately, willing or unwilling participants aren't easy to come by.

🪽 All of these human needs in him. He needs you corrupted. He's sure Lucifer has been trying this entire time. Lucifer doesn't have what you have with him.

He doesn't want you to fall, not that there really is a heaven anymore to punish you. He just needs you to be so utterly fucked out, so entirely his.

So little old you is struggling where your loyalties lie. He knows this. He can still read you, somewhat. He knows you'll choose him in the end, after the end.

You always do.

[writinginthesecrettrees]

thinking about Sam post-Gadreel going to get his anti-possession tattoo re-done. And as the artist is working on him, he starts thinking.

Goes into research mode when he gets back to the bunker, looks up every sort of anti-possession ward he can think of, dives deeper into the library and starts making his own spells. He consults with Don for some advice, digs out Patrick's number and has a sigh of relief when the witch picks up and runs his thoughts by him, too. Searches and searches until he finds a tattooist who is hunting-adjacent and understands why he wants the ink mixed with a bit of holy water.

He gets his second tattoo on his back, centered, and it takes several hours spread out over months. Castiel helps him with the aftercare, spreads balm over the healing tattoo, washes it with holy oil, makes sure it stays clean and healthy the entire time. When it's done, his back is covered in runes and Latin and Enochian sigils. Esoteric symbols from every culture he could think of. All of them geared towards protecting his mind and body and soul from demons and angels and ghosts and witches. No possession. No body-swaps. No mind-control. Everything he and the witches and Castiel and the bunker library could think of.

When his back is done, he gets bits and pieces of the tattoo done on other areas. Anti-possession tattoo behind his knee, on the sole of his foot, on his hip and shoulder and around his navel. Enochian script flowing along his biceps. Tiny runes of protection behind his ears. And it's not enough. He still doesn't feel safe.

He gives himself an undercut, shaves away the hair at the base of his skull, and has a spell tattooed onto his scalp to protect him from mind-control and starts to feel better.

Finally, he asks "Have you ever tattooed something... intimate?"

The tattooist has been in the business, and known enough hunters, not to be phased. "It'll hurt," he warns.

"I can handle pain," Sam says, and he doesn't think about the Cage as he pulls his jeans and briefs down.

The request might not have phased the artist but Sam's size has him raising an appreciative brow - still professional, nothing that makes Sam feel uncomfortable, and he's all business as he wipes Sam down with sterilizing cleanser.

"Just fit as much as you can," Sam says.

The tattooist laughs at that. "Man, I could fit a novel on this," he says and Sam blushes as he chuckles.

Sam concentrates on staring at the ceiling and keeping his breathing steady, counts his breaths while the man works. The buzz of the machine is oddly soothing, and the clinical way the man touches him is reassuring.

Safe.

And for the first time since he kicked that damned angel out of his body, he can close his eyes without seeing Kevin's burned out eyes staring blindly, accusingly, into his.

[howlingdemon13]

Tales of beings from the stars ushering humans to the otherworld are as old as time itself. One wonders if there is truth to the stories.

I made a talisman and sigil for my demonjuice design! Like the one I did for Peviahe, I took a lot of inspiration from the Ars Goetia for the sigil. The general shape is based off of the constellation, Orion.

The Enochian script is read counterclockwise and roughly translates to "hand of the central one".

[pisshandkerchief]

hello I just saw a 30 something year old man with a blonde fauxhawk wearing a T-shirt that said "driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole" with the anti-posession tattoo and enochian sigils around it walking around the walmart.

[cryptictales]

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐?

(𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ let’s take it up a notch, let’s see how Deano would feel if reader was to offer up herself to Lucifer...

| pairings; dean x reader , sam x castiel , lucifer x reader

| 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔; loss of life, offering up life, aggressiveness, violence, heartbreak, mistrust.

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“ You’re not gonna like it, Dean.”

“ Yeah...” he scoffed as he kept his green hazel hues on her.

“I’m going to offer myself up, to Lucifer...”

“Like hell you are, don’t be an idiot — we aren’t doing that.”

“Then what other plan is there to go with Dean! We’ve been through every other angle, he’s not going to stop until he finds a vessel, and Sam is not an option.” she was serious, they’ve tried everything, and Dean knew just as well as herself that this was the only option. She would brush her hand over her face and through her curly locks of hair. “Sam, can you give us a minute.”

She walked over to Dean, as she cupped her fragile hands around his face. Her eyes were damp from the tears she had shed prior. “Cas has a plan Dean, Lucifer will think he’s taking me, but Cas will kill him before he does...”

“NO damn it! What if this doesn’t work huh? What if this KILLS you in the process?? We both know things never work the way we want them to, I—I can’t lose another person…I can’t LOSE YOU (Y/N)”he would place his hands onto her wrists, moving her touch away from his face. He never liked to show vulnerability, but when it came to her, she saw right through him.

“Dean...”

“No, it’s not happening, this discussion is over.” He said in a much more serious tone of voice. Stepping back inside of the home. (Y/N) would stand there, brushing away the tears that escaped from her eyes. She knew Dean would never forgive her for this, but she had to do it. Clearing her throat, she leaned down to grab her duffle bag of gear.

The night was a cold, eerie feeling, the fog growing thick as she stood in the field, Cas and Sam were prepping the area with the sigils needed to summon Lucifer. Sam noticing something was bothering her, he would stand back up as he walked over to her, offering he’s comforting arm squeeze and slight smile before returning to the task at hand.

The flames would ignite when Sam spoke out the spell, and within seconds that felt like forever Lucifer would appear.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Badass herself, I assume you are keeping your word?” he curled his infamous smirk.

“Shut the hell up, I’m here aren’t I, let’s just get this over with.” she rolled her eyes, standing mere inches from the flames, Cas whispering something in Enochian allowing her to step through the flames and into the circle. Lucifer’s red hues appeared as he reached out for her hands, taking them into his own before the sound of a car speeding from the distance, swerving into the area. Her head lifted to see that it was Dean.

“You get the fuck away from her!” Dean shouted, shotgun in hand filled with angel-killing bullets. Sam would launch himself forward in his brother’s direction, but Dean was fueled with anger, furious he easily threw his brother in the other direction. That left Castiel, as he used his own angelic ability to stop Dean in his tracks. “CAS! What the hell let me go, (Y/N) don’t do this!”

She felt those tears threatening to surface in her eyes again, feeling her voice trapped within her throat. She would mouth those three little words ‘I love you’ before Lucifer would take his hand, cupping her chin and pulling her back to look at him.

“A deal is a deal darling,” he said in such a calming but comforting voice. He moves to place his hand up against her cheek, the harsh cold of his touch stung her flesh. She could feel the instant bitter cold invade her slowly until she completely went numb. The ground shakes beneath their feet. His eyes were furious with the red ambers, the grace slowly shifting from Nick’s vessel into her own.

“(Y/N) NO!” Dean struggled, his eyes forming tears, as he watched the entire thing happen. Cas letting the angel blade slide from his infamous trench coat, his blue hues surfacing as he smoothly moved up and behind Lucifer, only for his throat to be grabbed just as quickly. “Such a poor excuse of an angel Castiel.” (Y/N) would feel the tears leaving her eyes, Lucifer was not dumb, he would instantly send the feathery idiot of an angel flying miles into the field as he returned to his task at hand.

Sam gathered to his feet quickly, and he took his own weapon, only for it to be sent flying out of his hands along with him. He would slam into the windshield of the Impala, knocking him out cold.

Lucifer now gripping both sides of her face, finished off the rest of his grace, that eventually poured into her body. Dean ran towards her, the flames around the circle dying out as both of their bodies left falling to the ground. He would move to her body, his hands gripping her face, as he felt the tears that formed the surface fall.

“Why, why did you have to go play the goddamn hero...” He spoke in a whisper, pulling her body up against him. Dean wasn’t sure what this meant, did this mean Lucifer was now possessing her vessel?

Once everyone was returned to the bunker, Cas healed Sam of his injuries.

“Is he still down there?” Cas asked in his low musky tone of voice.

“Uh yeah—he hasn’t left her side. Cas, what are we going to do?”

“I-I don’t know, but for now keeping her locked up in the dungeon, is our best hope for now. Until we can figure out a plan to destroy Lucifer for good.”

Dean was standing in front of the woman he had fallen in love with, she was bound in rope that was drenched in holy water, surrounded by the sigil that would keep Lucifer from trying to escape it, if HE was even in there. She had been passed out since the ritual, the entire thing playing over and over in Dean’s head like a broken record.

Dean wasn’t sure what to do next, but all he knew at that moment was he was going to save her, bring her home, and kill Lucifer, even if it meant 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠; @lucishellhound @isabellacugliari-blog ☽︎ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻. 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔. ♡︎♡︎♡︎

[ghoastixx]

I think it was a glitch, but I can see your posts!

I have a Supernatural request of Sam x Reader. The boys find a case, it looks like a clear cut and dry witch case until the suspected witch turns up dead. While investigating the previous suspect’s house, it was clear that this suspect was the witch that did the original killings.

After some continued investigation, they are welcomed into the Reader’s house. Everything about the person seems normal, even with a properly trained dog. All until Cas gets stuck on the carpet (with an Enochian sigil underneath).

Boys find out that Reader is a Witch and a hunter who stays in her state/town.

That was all I had thought of, I don’t know how Sam and Reader fall in love, maybe she saves him? Just not Dean or Cas, as I see the two as soulmates-

Happy writing! Hope you enjoy this random little idea! (I hope I did this right, because this is my first ever ask)

Sam Winchester x female witch!reader

synopsis above

notes: literally so cringe?? I stopped writing this halfway to eat and it threw my entire groove off I'm so sorry if this doesn't live up to expectations.

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"I hate witches. They're all sluts of the devil." Dean grumbled as he adjusted his tie, knocking on the door of a lady's house. They were going to interrogate this girl as she was the neighbor of the witch they thought they were hunting. The one that just turned up dead.

The case was running circles around them. They thought Eleanor Vandine was the witch that had been killing people in the town of Waterfall. The Winchester boys had proof of the matter.. The fact that they showed up to a dead witch and a hex bag was the curve ball. That meant there was another witch in town. That meant that they were back at square one.

A young lady opened the door, she smiled. "Hello..?"

Sam smiled, "Hi, we're with the federal office. We're going around interrogating Mrs.Vandine's neighbors-"

"ms," the lady interrupted,

Sam faltered a bit, "Oh.. yes.. Ms.Vandine." he shook his head,

"This is agent Osbourne, Ziggy, and I'm agent Floyd." The lady tilted her head.

"yeah, sure.. would you guys like to come in? I can put a pot of tea on the stove." That was a nice change.

Castiel, Sam, and Dean followed her inside. They stopped at the sight of a big Saint Bernard.

"Ah- don't worry, he's fully trained and friendly. You can pet him if you want. His name's Otis." She hummed as she went into the kitchen. The men started to walk across the living room.

"Dean.." There was a hushed word from Cas.

"Not now-"

"Dean." Dean turned around. Castiel was standing still in the middle of the living room.

"Cas, we don't have time to stop-"

"I'm stuck." Sam turned around,

"Stuck-"

The lady was leaning against the doorframe. A look of awe on her face. "You're not agents..I should've known with the band names.."

"you're our witch," Sam said, finally glancing around the room. It was painfully obvious, sigils carved in a inconspicuous way around the room, plants.. bones. A stereotype.

They were all sat around the room, the witch was nice enough to ruin her sigil to let Cas out of entrapment. She even made them tea.

"So, you're hunters?"

"So, you sold your soul to some demons?" Dean cut in, Sam elbowed him.

"yes, we're hunters." The witch smiled,

"I didn't sell my soul, I don't do dark magic. Not like Eleanore did. I'm more of a green witch."

"There's different kinds?" Castiel asked, at least he seemed interested. So you explained. You explained why you hurt Eleanore for killing your friends. You came 100% clean.

After long consideration, they left without hurting you. You didn't seem like the evil type, they couldn't see you doing this again. But the threat of them showing back up to kill you always loomed over your head.

Few months went by before they knocked on your door again. They were down for a hunt and figured they could use your help.

So you helped them and then all went out for drinks afterwards.

Dean was talking to the bartender, Cas not caring that he was staring at her ass. Sam sat next to you at the bar.

"What you did back there was really neat, Winchester?"

"Oh yeah?" He smiled a bit, looking down at his drink. "thanks. We've had our run ins with vampires. Know all the tricks.."

"yeah? Well..maybe you should tell me sometime." She hummed, writing her phone-number on a napkin, sliding it over to him. "call me," she grabbed her jacket and walked towards the door.

Dean walked back over to Sam, disappointed in his luck. "What's got you all dopey?" Sam glanced at her walking away.

"nothin-" He couldn't seem to wipe the goofy grin off his face.

[bloodydeanwinchester]

oh man i have so many thoughts about the beginning of 5x02. it's the first time cas has had to find them since he carved the enochian sigils into their ribs. dean wasn't expecting him to call on a cell phone so that means that cas actually went out on his own and bought himself a cell phone???? like without their help.......god i would love to see how that interaction went. and he must go buy minutes for the phone every once in a while too!

also another thing that seems insane to me is that CAS CALLED SAM NOT DEAN!!!! i just imagine that at some point in s4 sam gave cas his phone number...like scribbled on a piece of paper or a card or something and cas just shoved it in a trench coat pocket and it was still there when he realized he actually needed it now. dean never even thought to do that because he knew that cas just showed up whenever he needed to talk to him and if dean wanted to talk to him he could always just pray.

idk s5 is actually kind of fun to watch the way that cas is changing so quickly. he's getting like a crash course in being semi-human and living away from heaven on earth. like......where does he even go when he's not with sam and dean?????? what does he do?????? but god i love watching him become more and more human right before our eyes

[manicfoxmagick]

Chaote Tips #2:

-Keep a personal grimoire of all your magickal endeavors. Include things like the date, the weather, the moon phase, the time, your mood, etc.

-Read books on all types of magick. From folk magick to Enochian to Alchemy. Chaos magick is all about an eclectic approach, and the more techniques you study the more developed your practice will become.

-Draw sigils all the time and on everything. I have a sigil for protection hiding behind my phone case. I have a sigil for money in my wallet. Sigils don't have to be aesthetic or fancy, and they don't have to take a long time to make.

-Use deities, spirits, demons, and other entities. Do your research, and use them to empower your workings.

-Create your own entities! This goes beyond servitors. Create a personification of your anger so when you get mad you can banish it.

-Get creative! Don't be afraid to think outside the box and do new, original things. I recently did a Letter Spell where I mailed myself a spell designed to activate when opened.

-Practice visualization! It is an invaluable tool!

[laidback-thrills]

EDIT: THIS IS SLIGHTLY OUTDATED. More coming soon.

Hello all!

I've been meaning to talk more in depth about this!!! I put a "read more" bc this is a little long and I don't wanna clog up the tag.

BUT

DSAF CULT AU!!!

My DSAF Cult AU is very canon divergent.

Dave Miller is a fledgeling demon who was once a young nephilim. He remembers very little about his past, but something horrible has made him what he is now.

He has a full, actual Enochian name, but people tend to throw up and shit and die when they hear it, so he chose to go by "Dave" because "It's common! I'm a normal, common guy!", but also because he trusted and loved someone like a father.

His demonic sigil and general telltale symbol is the extremely long sacrificial dagger driven into his skull. No matter what form he takes, he will have it. It can be taken out for a short period of time before Dave begins to have trouble staying corporeal.

Now literally borne with a total inability to feel remorse for his actions, he is a sick and twisted monster that does not know how to control his own extremely horrifying powers. He requires a conduit to channel them, lest he explode.

He was all alone in the world. A freak, even when "disguised" as a human. (He's purple for fuck's sake, he smells like rot and he's scaring people!). Connection eluded him, although it was all he ever wanted, even as a horrifyingly malicious entity. It's very much a similar situation to regular DSAF - he was "abandoned", and now forever seeks

Until some idiot.

Jack Kennedy was a desperate man with a missing family and no future. He was addicted to every kind of substance, heavily in debt, and crushingly isolated.

After uncovering some interesting literature from his shitty Fazbender's Pepperonerie job, he decided that he was desperate enough to follow the instructions in the grimoire. Nothing to lose anymore, and a big goal to achieve. A skeptic as he was, he did not expect the ritual to work, but when it did, it completely changed his world.

Jack did not immediately make a contract with Dave, out of pure shock and wariness, but the fucker stuck around anyway. He was offered a deal and spent a while debating it.

Eventually, it went through.

Jack was granted a demonic boon. Power, money, pleasures of the world, and a chance to put them back together. In return, he traded his body and soul for Dave's services.

The process was painful.

An agonizing death, and a transformation. Dave's sigil burned into his back, and all at once, he was rotten and orange.

Then, the demon ate his soul.

Dave benefits greatly from the exchange too (baby's first contract). He gets a lot of power from it. It keeps him anchored. Gives him something to do. Someone interesting to play with. Company at last, and it's someone that can't run away from him!

Jack is Dave's saint. They are intrinsically bound. Jack is the first person to ever form a contract with Dave— Blackjack is caged inside of Dave, alive and warm, providing him with abilities and power he didn't have before. The Black Dog is loyal to its original master, however, and attempts to return to him. As a result, the soul more or less keeps them tethered. They physically cannot stray too far from eachother.

Post-contract, now armed with the knowledge that more souls = more power, and wanting to actually put a use to their power, they get to work!

With supernatural persuasion and a great gambling streak, Jack gets his start in Nevada. There, they build their empire off of the backs of desperate gamblers who put their soul on the line. Hungry, lonely men, hookers, the desperate and the naïve...all are errant souls that Father Jack will lead right on home.

Dave requires fresh blood for any spell, but demands child sacrifices to perform large spells, but that is quite alright. With the influx of followers, children are not too hard to come by. The death of a toddler, and an unholy miracle is performed— Jack's precious little flock has a home, a commune tucked into the desert.

(It isn't DSAF without a little toddler stranglin'!)

Jack and Dave- they get them good. Victims, converts- they're promised security, "God is dead, but we've got the power to help you!" Father Jack's a friendly and convincing fella, it seems, and after all...his Gospel is very legitimate- why have just faith when you can see your new God? When that doesn't work, there's always fear. Don't believe his word? Why, they'll show you horrors of which you've never seen! Father Kennedy's fun loving, but he's a soulless bastard, and he's not shy about putting the fear of all things unholy into his flock.

Of course, once the sinners are deep enough, it's too late to escape. Father Kennedy has some dirt on them. This lovely community is built on violence, after all, and Father knows exactly what they did to get here, and exactly what they've said at confessional. That, and...who does not fear the erratic demon?

At the commune, the "church" is hidden away in the labyrinthine basement of an invaded Freddy's location. (The management seems...more than willing...) The Pepperonerie is a front, concealing profits and deaths from the government. The Priest and the Demon wash their money, wash their hands, and serve unsuspecting guests pizza with a healthy dollop of propaganda.

When they aren't terrorizing their followers, however, Dave and Jack spend their time together. It is with mixed enjoyment. They find new purpose in each other. Commit horrible atrocities and live it up in V E G A S, baby! They're...gasp...starting to crush on each other? They're also sexily trying to kill each other just a little bit.

"I hate this purple motherfucker...but I want to kiss him on his hot mouth..."

Important note shoehorned in—

Jack does not worship Dave traditionally, the way the other followers do. He does not fear him at all. He recognizes Dave for what he is- a lonely, desperate fool. As far as they go, the demon is on his leash, not the other way around. He only prays when he needs something, in the very beginning. As their relationship advances however, and they commit atrocities that would make mankind pale, Jack becomes a very religious man. Not because he is afraid or respects him as any kind of authority (he does not respect him period), but because he is Really Gay. The way he prays is devout and hungry. Only in prayer can Jack manage to say what he means.

Actually, Dave ends up more worshipping *Jack* more than Jack worships him. It's turned on its head. Dave is sooo down bad and in love, he'll do anything. Anything at all for his priest, his clementine. His obsession is very much comparable to canon. He haunts Jack and everything that he does. Jack is never alone, never truly, because a dark looming purple shadow will always follow him. He steals his things and vies for his attention at all times of the day, because he is so wrapped around Jack's orange finger it's stupid...

"Jump." "How high?!"

Peace, quiet and privacy is an extinct concept to Jack, unfortunately.

TLDR; They're horrible to eachother but are in love and their hands are drenched in the blood of children (as usual) but now it has a gay worshipping undertone.

This is not everything, of course. Next time I talk, i'll delve more into the serious and rather toxic side of their relationship but this is just some stuff i've managed to crank out! Sorry if it's all over the place! I have one billion thoughts. Feel free to ask any questions, too, I'll do my best to answer. There will be more soon.

[scoobydoodean]

SAM Hey, Cas, were you really dead? CASTIEL Yes. DEAN Then how are you back? CASTIEL vanishes. SAM and DEAN are alone with the dead.

(transcript)

The origins of #hot girl cas. Appears in 5.01 to save their lives, carves enochian sigils into their ribs so no one (including him) can find them, then disappears because Dean asks a question that makes him feel too much panic with no easy way to find his only allies in the world again jsdhbfjhsbdfj

[the-gray-ghosty]

Tattoos that i think Sam should've had in Spn;

A rose on his lower back that covers the knife scar from Cold Oak

Lillies and Carnations on his right shoulder for Mary and Jess (their favorite flowers)

The letters "D E A N" across his left hand's knuckles (and a small pentagram on his thumb's knuckle instead of a letter)

"Bitch" on the inner wrist of his right hand (Dean has "jerk" on his)

New (powerful) angel and demon warding sigils on his ribs; in Enochian and Latin (nothing is ever possessing him again)

A small dragon sitting on a stack of books on his left forearm to remember Kevin and Charlie

A semicolon on his left wrist and feathers on his right wrist that cover up scars

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 14 - A Battle of Fates

When Sam, Dean, and Cas track down Y/N and Lucifer, there is an all-out battle that results in Y/N having to make the ultimate decision. Will she accept her fate and choose Lucifer? Or will she create her own destiny and choose Dean?

(4.4k)

The days with Lucifer fly by. Counting the cycles from day to night, I believe I've been here for about 3 weeks, but it feels like I've spent my whole life with him. Each day holds another exciting adventure that’s designed to keep me happy and busy. He’s created amusement parks, animal sanctuaries, extravagant balls, and fancy dinners, even taking me to my favorite plays and movies, all created out of thin air with the snap of his fingers. 

It’s been incredible. Truly something out of a fairytale. But everywhere we go, it’s just him and me, Lucifer and I, the rest of the world be damned. I’m not dumb, I know he’s doing this to keep me isolated and safe from anyone that may want to steal me away. 

“I have a lot of enemies.” He grabs my shoulders and looks at me in full seriousness. “Many powerful people that will use you to get to me. But I promise you this, I will never let anyone hurt you. Not now. Not ever,” he explains, confirming my suspicions. 

I have no doubt that’s true. What better way to hurt the Devil than threatening the one thing in this world he loves, his Achilles heel, and God help anyone that dares come between us. But, I suspect he has ulterior motives as well, primarily keeping me from the Winchesters and their pocket angel. I can tell that he’s on edge, always glancing at the door, obsessively checking that each sigil is still intact, just waiting for them to burst in guns blazing.

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The house is secure, located in the middle of nowhere, and sigiled to high Hell. He’s careful. No one knows where we are, not even me. The odds of them ever finding this place are slim to nothing, that is if they’re even looking for me at all. The thought crushes me, feeling as if a little part of me has curled up and died.

I wonder where they are, what they’re doing, which monster they are hunting down this week, but most of all, if they miss me. I know it’s selfish of me to think that way. I put them through Hell, especially Cas, and they’re better off far, far, away from me. 

Nevertheless, I've been practicing the demon exorcism Sam had taught me. I’ve got it down to a T, memorized every word and perfected each pronunciation. I'm ready for any demons that may cross my path. I can just picture the cheery smile on Sam’s face and the way he would squeeze my shoulder to show how proud of me he is.

I’ve even picked up my lessons in Enochian. I doubt Castiel would approve of my methods, but Lucifer has continued where he left off. He was surprised when I asked him, but happy to teach me the basic alphabet and meaning of the simple symbols. I’m still a novice, barely even able to decipher the simplest of writing, but I’m getting better by the day. I dream of seeing Castiel again one day and greeting him in Enochian. The surprised look on his face would be priceless and his kind smile would warm my heart.

Despite the wonderful time I’ve spent with Lucifer, how close we’ve grown, how much I truly adore him now, I miss my family… I miss Dean. The ghost of him lives in my mind. I keep expecting to wake up in the Bunker and see him in the kitchen drinking a beer and going to town on a tower of bacon. I miss his musky cologne and comfy flannels that are way too big for me but feel so right. I miss the way he would hold me at night and whisper that everything will be okay. My heart yearns for him, more than I thought possible. After the way things ended, the big fight that resulted in him storming out, the rage that burned in his eyes, I doubt that he would ever want to see me again. 

“It’s for the best,” I keep reminding myself, trying to quell the feelings that seem to grow stronger with each moment that passes.

Lucifer knows. Despite how hard I try to hide my pain, he’s not oblivious, and the deep connection that we share sure doesn’t help.

“Y/N?” Lucifer asks, hugging me from behind, pulling me to his chest and resting his head on my shoulder like he often does.

“Yes, Luce?” I lean back into his chest.

“Somethings bothering you,” he states matter-of-factly, “talk to me.”

“It’s nothing,” I attempt to ease his suspicion, but it comes out less than convincing.

Uneasy silence hangs in the air as he thinks of what to say.

“Dean could never love you like this, you know.” He gently brushes my hair away from my neck and places a series of soft kisses from my jaw to my shoulder.

I freeze, turning rigid as a board. Hearing those words come from his mouth, it feels like the wind is knocked out of me. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about Luce,” I laugh nervously, trying to brush off his suspicion. 

“Yes, you do.”

A sinking feeling drops in my stomach, and I close my eyes, preparing myself for where this dangerous conversation may lead. As much as I adore Lucifer, he is anything but predictable.

“A little birdy told me what you and Dean have been up to.” He grits his teeth, trying to control his temper.

“A little birdy being you spying on me?” I bite back defensively.

“Besides the point.” He pulls me in even tighter, perhaps scared that I'll flee at any moment. “I know that you have feelings for that insolent human… I know that you miss him,” he says bitterly, face scrunching up in disdain. “Do you really think he misses you?” He snaps, knowing that it will cut deep.

“Luce…” I whisper, my voice trembling. It’s a thought that’s crossed my mind a million times before, a thought I can���t seem to shake.

“Y/N,” he spins me around to face him, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. His eyes comb over my face like he’s admiring a work of art.

“I’m going to show what it truly means to feel love.” He takes a deep breath. “I promise you that in due time, these feelings you have for that… Winchester,” he says in disgust, “will be a thing of the past. The only person you will crave is me.” He pulls me into a deep and passionate kiss. It’s not angry and possessive like I expected, but rather tender and loving.

I pull away, my lips puffy and cheeks flushed.

“He will never touch you again, do you understand?” He growls, his eyes flash a bright crimson red for a moment, before returning to their usual state. He wraps his magnificent wings around me in a protective manner, the silky feather brushing against my bare arms.

“Yes Luce.” I nod and rest my head against his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat brings me a sense of peace and safety. Part of me wants to believe him. Part of me wants to forget the feelings I have for Dean Winchester and spend the rest of eternity with the angel fate has decided I’m meant to be with. But the other part of me wants to say, “Fuck fate,” and run into his arms, reuniting with the man I hold so dear. A storm of conflict brews ever stronger inside of me.

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“I want you to focus, I mean really focus,” Lucifer says, encouraging me.

I hold my hand out in front me, just a few feet away from the fireplace. I can feel the heat licking my palm. I screw my eyes shut and pour all my mental force into the flame that flickers weakly from the charred-up logs. My brows furrow and a bead of sweat runs down my face. I give it my all, but still, nothing comes.

“Ugh! This is useless!” I groan, dropping my hand down by my side in defeat. “Maybe I just don’t have grace abilities like you.” My mood fades from frustration into sadness, wings wilting pathetically.

“You think Rome was built in one day?” He replies sarcastically. “I’ve had millennia to perfect my grace, you just need some more practice.”

I shoot him a dirty look, but eventually nod my head in understanding.

“Now,” he clears his throat and steps closer until his chest is pressed against my back, the tingly feeling returning. “Spread your feet apart.” He kicks my shoes with his boot until they’re about a foot apart in distance, giving me better balance. “Hold your hand out. Stiffen your arm.” He lifts my arm into place, intertwining his fingers in mine and holding my palm forward.

The feeling is comforting, his large hands seem to fit perfectly with mine, the familiar electric feeling pulsing between us.

“Close your eyes,” he calmly instructs.

My eyes flutter closed, this time letting them relax instead of scrunching them up in frustration.

“Take a deep breath and imagine the fire growing clearly in your mind.” He rests his head on my shoulder, grounding me just enough to provide reassurance.

I take a deep breath in through my nose, and out through my mouth, instantly feeling a sense of calm wash over me. I picture the fire burning hot and growing several feet tall, the image in my mind so realistic that it feels like It’s really happening.

There’s a warm tingling sensation that builds in my stomach, growing ever so slightly. My hand shakes as a cold feeling wraps around my core. It’s Lucifer’s grace, a sensation I've grown quite accustomed to. My warm grace tangles with his, dancing in harmony. My grace is much smaller, more submissive to his. His grace is heavier and far more overpowering, like a cold ocean wave that makes my ears ring and blood hum.

“You feel that?” He whispers in my ear, the feeling of our graces merging together pleasantly surges through my body.

“...Yes.” I nod, holding back the groan that threatens to spill from my lips.

“Use it.” He kisses my neck, leaving a playful nip. “I know you can do it.”

His encouragement lights a fire in my stomach, and with renewed determination, I put my full focus into the task at hand.

 The fire roars to life, burning to the top of the fireplace. The flames dance up to the chimney, the smell of crackling wood and thick smoke fills the room. A feeling of power surges through my veins, the rush has me instantly hooked, surely an addiction in the making.

“I did it…” I mutter to myself in shock. “LUCE, I DID IT!” I turn around to face him and my wings flutter in excitement, a happy grin on my face.

“I knew you could, my beloved!” He picks me up with ease and spins me around like I weigh nothing to him. His wings twirl around us, magnificent feathers flowing in the breeze. “I never doubted you for a second.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and stares at me lovingly. “I’m so proud of you.” He places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Mm…” I hum in content, happy that Lucifer, of all people, is proud of me. I melt into the kiss, the rest of the world fading into oblivion. I could stay here forever.

The soft clicks of a lock being picked is covered by the fire that still roars strong behind us and the blood rushing in my ears.

The door bursts open with a loud bang, the splintered wood hanging off the hinges. Light from outside pours into the dimly lit room, illuminating the three figures, their shadows stretching across the floor.

Surprised, I whip my head around to see Dean standing his ground across the room, Sam and Castiel looming behind him, all of them armed with angel blades.

“LET HER GO YOU WINGED BASTARD!” the familiar sound of Dean’s voice booms.  Dean looks pissed, more than I ever could have imagined. This must be what monsters see in their final moments, truthfully, it scares me. His knuckles are white from gripping the blade so hard, ready to spring into action.

“Well, look who’s come to party,” Lucifer teases, holding me closer, surely leaving red marks where his fingers dig into the skin of my arms.

“Dean!” I call out. I never thought I'd see him again and my heart flutters at the sight. They came for me. They actually came for me…

Without giving it a second thought, I break free of Lucifer's grasp and make a beeline towards the Winchesters and their beloved angel, awaiting the feeling of being in their arms once again.

Before I even make it halfway across the room, Lucifer appears in front of me. I bump into his chest, stumbling back onto the floor.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” He shakes his head, giving me a disapproving look and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I'm just a child. 

“PUT!... ME!... DOWN!” I demand, pounding my fists against his back. When this has absolutely no effect on him, I run my hands into his feathers and twist, remembering the reactions it elicited from him before. He growls, but refuses to let me down, his grips only growing tighter on me.

“Put the girl down, brother,” Castiel warns, a dangerous edge to his voice.

“Castiel, pleasure to see you again, come back for seconds?” He taunts him with a grin.

Dean takes a step forward, practically fuming.

“Stay!” Lucifer commands me, placing me on the ground behind him. He splays his wings out protectively in front of me, as if I'm the one at risk.

The tension in the room is so thick that you could cut it with a butter knife.

The sound of every window breaking around us, practically makes me jump out of my skin. Shards of glass fly in all directions, one piece just barely missing my face by half an inch. The sky that had been clear just moments ago, is now raining like we’re in the eye of a category five hurricane. Booming claps of thunder fill the room, followed by strikes of lightning that illuminate Lucifer’s wings in the most intimidating way. 

Snapping out of my shocked daze, I completely disregard his command and try to run forward but find that his grace is holding me in place, essentially super gluing my shoes to the floor.

For just a moment, the three boys give each other a knowing look before they all swing into action.

Dean lunges forward, swinging the blade with full force. He aims for Lucifer’s head, but he flawlessly dodges the attack, his eyes flashing red in anger. But this doesn’t deter him, Dean’s unrelenting, like he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.

Sam keeps himself fixed to the closest wall across the room. He drags the blade across his hand, creating a deep gash in his palm. Blood drips to the floor in abundance, creating a crimson puddle. He dips his finger in the liquid and quickly begins to draw a symbol on the wall with haste. I’ve studied enough to recognize that it’s an Enochian symbol, but I can’t decipher what it means.

Castiel stands a few feet behind Dean, his brow furrowed in concentration. He extends his arm towards Lucifer and his eyes glow a light blue. He chants quietly under his breath, his voice low and steady.

Dean continues his attack on Lucifer. With one precise swing, he slices Lucifer across the face. A cut on his cheekbone forms, blood dribbling from his cheek to his chin. Dean flashes him a cocky smile.

I struggle against his hold with all my strength, desperately trying to pry my shoes from the hardwood floor, but it's ultimately useless. I have no choice but to stand by in horror, watching the scene unfold in front of me with no way to stop it. The only thing worse than being in love with two men, is watching them kill each other right in front of your eyes.

Lucifer reaches up to his cheek, tenderly touching the wound that instantly heals shut with a white shine. He lowers his hand, looking at the blood that coats his fingers in anger.

“You’re gonna regret that,” he growls, lunging at Dean.

“I don't think so brother,” Castiel states, his eyes glowing a bright blue. With the power of his grace, he stops Lucifer in his tracks, forcing him on his knees and keeping him stuck in place.

Dean tilts his head, giving him a look that says, “I win.”

“Hurry Dean, I can’t hold him much longer,” Castiel groans, his body straining to fight off Lucifer’s powerful resistance.

Without a second of hesitation, Dean plunges the blade into Lucifer, his body visibly shaking with adrenaline.

“NO!” I scream out, my wings frilled in panic. With the attack, Lucifer's grip on me breaks and I rush to his side in an instant. I kneel next to him on the ground, lifting his limp head in my hands, his eyes closed and blood dripping from the wound where the angel blade remains buried deep in his flesh. I can feel the hot tears pricking my eyes.

Silence hangs in the air. Dean, Sam, and Cas anxiously waiting to see if they’re plan had really worked. After a few moments pass, they give each other a look of relief and collect themselves.

Their relief is short lived, as he opens his eyes and breaks out of Cas’s hold, more pissed than ever.

“You missed.” He smiles and pulls the blade out from the right side of his chest, dropping it to the ground with a clank, blood splattering the wood. Within seconds the wound is healed shut with a white glow. He stands from his knees and spreads his wings, towering far above the rest of us. “You should really aim for the heart next time.” He grins wide like a Cheshire cat.

All three boys exchange a look that practically screams, “Oh shit.”

With a flick of his wrist, Lucifer throws the three of them against the wall, pinning them in place. They struggle with all their might, but their efforts are essentially useless against his powerful grace. In a fight, archangel always wins.

“Sit, stay awhile.” he teases.

“Lucifer, no,” I beg, just wanting this nightmare to be over.

He wraps his arm around my waist but pays me no mind. He twists his hand into a fist and at once, both of the brothers’ writhe in pain, their body contorting in unnatural angles. 

Dean and Sam groan, their faces twisting up in agony. As if it couldn’t get worse, they start to spit up blood. And not just a little, but a disturbing amount of blood pouring through their lips, staining their skin and clothes a blooming red. The sound of groans and coughing makes me sick to my stomach.

“Lucifer, stop!” I yell in horror. I bunch my hands up in his shirt, desperately trying to snap him out of his fit of rage. I’ve never seen him like this before, but I start to question if those stories about him are actually as true as they say.

“No!” Castiel yells in his gravelly voice, staring at the beloved Winchester brothers squirming next to him.

“Wait your turn, brother.” Lucifer snaps his head in his direction and shifts his hand towards Castiel. A white glow slowly burns inside Cas. It starts low in his chest but builds until the white light shines through his throat and eyes with a deafening ring that continues to grow.

“You really think she loves you? I mean, you?” Lucifer mocks, staring Dean down intently.

Dean tries to speak, but his words are undecipherable through the spluttering blood and groans.

“STOP!!” I pound my fists against Lucifer’s chest so hard that it would surely leave painful bruises on any normal human. But he’s not human, no, he’s the farthest thing from it, an archangel in a savage rage.

He continues his assault, the boy’s looking as if they’re on the brink of death, perhaps they are.

“You promised…” my voice breaks.

This pulls him out of his trance. He stops his brutal attack and turns to me, looking guilty and the slightest bit pained.

“You’re right,” he admits, getting his temper under control. He takes my hand in his and brings them to rest on his cheek, evening out his breath.

The Winchesters gawk at him, as if they can’t believe what they’re seeing. They cough and choke, but the waterfall of blood stops and Castiel ceases the blinding glow.

“You’re scaring me, Luce.” I step closer, my eyes wet with tears.

“Forgive me, love.” he looks at me with loving eyes, the man I love coming back to me, even if it’s just for a moment. He pulls me into a kiss. It’s soft at first, caring and apologetic, but it soon turns deep and possessive. He wraps his wings around me and looks over to Dean, holding eye contact, needing to see his jealous reaction.

“Leave her alone,” he demands in a hoarse voice, his face burning with anger.

I break the kiss with a light shove and look at him, my cheeks burning in shame. I can practically hear his heart breaking into a thousand shards.

“Or what?” Lucifer snaps, “What did you think was going to happen, hm? You’d just storm in here, kill me, and she’d come running back to you like some lovesick puppy?”

Dean musters up the strength to shoot him a look that could kill, but I could see Lucifer’s words were gutting him inside.

“Newsflash kid, Y/N’s my soulmate. We’re meant to be together, it’s our destiny,” he says, pulling me so close that my wings are pressed flat against his chest, wrapping an arm around me to secure my body in place.

Dean’s face becomes somber as he processes the information. I can see the internal debate going on inside of his head, one that I’ve had many times before. 

“Is that true, Y/N?” Sam asks hesitantly.

Cas gives Sam a knowing look.

“Yeah, tell them Y/N.” Lucifer takes my chin between his fingers and forces me to look them in the eyes, unable to escape their awaiting glares, “Is it true?” He mocks.

“...Yes,” I admit, barely a whisper.

Dean’s eyes go wide, tears threatening to spill at any moment. His green irises flick back and forth, desperately scanning my face for any sign that I might be lying, that this is all some part of a masterplan to deceive Lucifer, but finds none.

“I’m sorry,” my voice cracks and I close my eyes in shame, tears streaming down my cheeks. I can feel Lucifer smirking behind me, clearly amused with this turn of events.

The room is quiet for a moment before something in Dean changes. His eyes harden and he lifts his head with a wave of confidence. “Yeah? Well, I say screw destiny. You can shove it up your feathery ass!” He spits in defiance.

“Give it up Dean.” Lucifer rolls his eyes dramatically, “She’s my mate, you can't have her!” He growls, his wings spreading to their full wingspan.

“Lucifer… that’s enough!” I warn, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to get his attention, but he keeps his eyes glued on Dean.

“No, she’s not! She’s one of us now, she’s a Winchester!” He snaps back.

Hearing those words makes my heart flutter but it sends Lucifer over the edge. His eyes glow a red so bright that I’m sure the color will be burned in the back of my retina for days to come. He balls his hand into a fist and twists it sharply. 

Dean screams as the unmistakable sound of his rib bones crunching and breaking under the angel's grace bounces off the walls, followed by a series of pained whimpers, drowned out by Sam and Cas’s protests. 

“I SAID, ENOUGH!” my voice echoes around the room. With a sudden surge of grace, Lucifer is shoved halfway across the room. Dean, Sam, and Cas are released from his hold, falling to the floor. The storm stops and all is quiet for just a moment.

Dean clutches at his ribs and attempts to stand, but collapses onto the ground in immense pain. Sam and Cas rush to his side and help him to his feet, throwing his arms around each of their shoulders to help him stand. The three of them look at me in shock, Dean seemingly more amazed than the others.

Lucifer, on the other hand, is beaming, clearly impressed with my sudden surge in power. “Look at y-” Lucifer starts with a cocky smile.

“Shut up!” I interrupt him, shooting him a warning look.

“I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m some prize to be won!” I yell, angrily looking between the two of them, disgusted with the little show they put on tonight. I try to catch my breath as I collect my thoughts.

“I’m my own person, and I decide my destiny! Not you,” I turn to look at Luce, images of our amazing dates together play like a movie in my mind, how he makes me feel like I'm the only girl in the world, the only thing that matters to him, and the powerful connection pulling us together like magnets. I can just imagine spending eternity with him, exploring where my powers could take me, seeing how deep our connection goes, and what the next millennia together has in store for us.

“Not you,” I look at Dean. Memories of my nights with him flood back, the way he was always there when I needed him, the way he makes my heart flutter every time I look at him, the way I crave him in every sense of the word. It’s no use denying the feelings I have for Dean, and what I wouldn’t give to spend the rest of my days with him, watching him grow old and showing him what it really means to be loved.

“And definitely not fate.” I raise my head high and frill my wings out to their full extent, refusing to hold myself back any longer.

“It’s my choice, and I choose…”

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Hey, first of all thank you for answering me the other time. I was looking for some fics that had as a focus the fact that Dean is smart, but I have not found many. By chance do you have something? Thanks

First of all. All fics are smart Dean fics because our boy is incredibly smart. I've kept these all canonverse although there are some really good fic where Dean is a genius

Until You Understand – FeaRauko   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  When Cas learns just how little Dean thinks of himself be is determined to change his mind.

Word Count: 2k                                 Non-Graphic Sex

Conversational Enochian for the Willfully Dense – SaltCore   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  After banishing some angels, including Cas, Dean decides he is going to work out a way to exclude Cas from future sigils.  When it works Cas is amazed because it basically only works through Dean’s sheer stubbornness that it should.

Word Count: 12k                              Non-Graphic Sex

The Subjectivity of Truth – collapsethelightintoearth   Ao3

Set Pre S1.  When Dean drops by Stanford to visit, Sam thinks he’s going to be embarrassed in front of his friends by his dumb brother.  He’s going to learn a thing or two. (Gen fic, no ships)

Word Count:  1k                               No Sex

It's Shouldn't Have Been A Surprise – TheAuthorGod   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Sam accidentally encounters a sweet moment of Cas reading Dean Enochian poetry.

Word Count: 2k                                 No Sex

I'm Not Stupid – Anonymous   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  In between cases, Sam finds an online IQ test and suggests they do it to prove who the smartest brother is.  He’s going to be surprised. (Gen Fic, no ships)

Word Count: 6k                                 No Sex