#he's got the post spn glow

[thedeadedhooman]

who did jared's hair in season 15 please report to the principal's office.

This is jared in the spn finale (not that he looks bad but the looks could be more flattering)

This is jared in walker/post spn

I'm eating glass

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

No Chick Flick Moments

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, post sex introspection, blood, teasing, insults, flirting, anxiety, PTSD, nervous Dom, pulling apart too soon, lying, hiding, Tom being dramatic, fluffy drives, boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: mature

The room felt too quiet as they came down together. At some point Kells had rolled over to let the human rest though he couldn't stop a small fear from creeping up that if he gave the boy a choice Dom might try to run away. So far he hadn't but he kept waiting for the veil to drop from his eyes and for him to realize what they had just done. The scent of blood and sex hung heavy on their skin and even after twenty minutes his knot hadn't gone down. When Dominic started tracing his tattoos he almost jumped out of his skin. And it was that, his own skin. He wasn't like the others and that was more obvious by the day.

"So I guess we don't got nuffin to 'unt. I mean… if he stops killing ain't no reason to go after Raziel. Ya fink?" Dom hummed. He was pretty sure there was a puddle of drool under his cheek but he was too strangely comfortable to move. He'd never felt so at peace with his body and he didn't think that should be happening after letting something inside the part of him that wasn't supposed to exist. He knew there was lots they needed to talk about but he didn't want to start somewhere that might make them fight. That seemed to be their default.

"Yeah. He seems like a good guy just a little fucked in the head." Kells sighed back, running his fingers through the kid's wild hair. He wasn't normally sweet after sex but it wasn't like he could stop touching Dom yet. Why not enjoy the after glow?

Dom huffed softly and looked up at the beast, his brows furrowed. "You was knocked out the whole bloody time."

The devil went still and huffed a nervous laugh before remembering who he was and he tried to fake his Cheshire grin. "Yeah but-" He took a deep breath and shrugged instead, gently pressing the boy's head back down on his chest. "I just mean if you don't think we should kill him, I agree. He's after what we are. Did he say why?" He didn't want his lover to know how much he was in his mind. He couldn't give that away just yet.

"Yeah um… seemed like revenge for an old bruv or summat. Guess like you said Astaroth 'as been after all kinds. Went after an angel."

"Oh. Insane he bagged one." He couldn't admit he knew that already, could he?

"So…" Dom trailed off. He wanted to ask about the elephant in the room and not the one on his ass. He'd never explain that but it felt strange to ask-

"You're trying to figure out how to ask about my dick I'm guessing?" Kells wondered rather bluntly and it made the Hunter giggle until he clenched too tight and felt the demon behind his belly button. "I thought you said it was 'jus' me' and didn't matter?" He tried to fake the boy's voice and Dom nipped softly at his chest.

"It don't. Won't stop me from fucking yas but it's definitely interesting." He purred back, trying to tighten his inner walls around the monster inside him.

"I guess it's called a knot. I didn't even know it worked before now. Maybe you bring something out in me." He lied to himself and thought it was a tease but deep down he knew the truth. He was serious.

Dom arched a brow and pushed himself up enough to look down at the demon. It pushed his cock somehow deeper and he shuddered but tried to keep a straight face. "I got your cock in me magic pussy but tha'? Gayest shite I ever 'eard."

Kells looked up into those glaring jade eyes and was so impressed he knew he gave his bitch heart eyes back. "I could make it gayer."

"Please don't." Dom groaned.

"Oh but maybe I should. Still a bratty bitch even after I blew your fucking mind. How dare you! You don't deserve my dick."

"Oi! Off ya go again being an egotistical arse."

"I heal you, I give you the best O of your life, and still-"

"You did?" Dom's teasing dropped fast and Kells stopped short, swallowing hard. "I fhought but… I didn't um- I…" He sighed deep and pressed a gentle kiss to his lover's lips. "Fank you."

"Y- yeah. Um… I wasn't going to say. I don't want you like, ya know. We're cool, okay?" He didn't even know what exactly he was saying, it just came spilling out. He wasn't used to being nervous but he wasn't used to feeling anything at all besides anger or pride.

"I'd 'ope so considering I'm full up of ya cum and might be stuck 'ere all day." Dom tried to lighten the mood. He'd seen a monster or two scared before but he'd never seen one anxious. The beast was confusing him more and more but it wasn't exactly in a bad way. "So, if I'm a- whatchamacallit? Omega? Wha' are you?"

"I'm nothing."

It was said so quickly and genuinely that it stopped Dom cold for a moment. He didn't know how to be nice but he didn't like that. "You a lot obviously. A good lay for one. A top demon. Pretty enough."

Kells chuckled but he wasn't exactly sure what to say. "Well, the opposite of what you've been cursed to be would be an alpha." He explained simply though he didn't think he could claim the title. He never had before. He wasn't expecting the eye roll though.

"Of course. Of course it is. 'Ow bloody typical."

"I'm just explaining, I didn't start it! It's like… religious shit. Angels. If you want to talk ego-"

"Don't even get me started. It's fine. I'm ignoring it. I fhought angels were junkless. Ain't tha' wha' them Winchester books say?" Dom huffed as he got comfortable again. He wasn't cuddling of course, it was just what he had to do until they could separate. "Why 'ey alphas and omegas if 'ey junkless?"

Keliphos laughed a little too hard, maybe it was relief that his lover had relaxed or maybe it was just that he genuinely found the kid funny. He never understood the 'junkless' shit that those boys let spread about angels but it wasn't his problem. "Maybe people think that cause they don't have their right parts in human meatsuits but nah, definitely not junkless."

"Okay but like- why all the extra shite?"

The demon tried not to chuckle again but it seemed incredibly obvious. Besides he had to know why Astaroth gave him the womb, right? He let his palms rub slowly down his lover's back, he couldn't even feel a scar from where he'd been stabbed but they were both so sticky wet with blood. Dom shivered at the touch as if the spot were sensitive but otherwise stayed still above him. "It's for uh… ya know, making sure it sticks?"

"Wha' sticks?"

"It gives you time to catch." He tried again.

"Catch wha?"

The beast snorted and rubbed over his face in mild disbelief. He didn't know if Dom was being obstinate on purpose or he'd fucked his brains out. "I guess it's to make little fluffy baby angels." He joked, trying to say it in a simple way. Even said so cheesily the thought made his dick jerk and he thought he felt the kid clench but Dom froze on top of him.

"Wait. But- and I- but you- we- oh fuck!" The human stuttered, his heart racing and his stomach turning with nerves.

"Shit Dom- chill. Please? I can't, okay? We're good!" It didn't matter, the boy was panicking hardcore and it wasn't really about him. He tried to grip his hips and keep him close but he didn't want to force him too hard. He was just annoyed their nice night was getting fucked and not in the fun way. "I can't- I'm not- I don't think it works, okay?"

"But he did 'is to make me a bloody broodmare?" He shrieked loud enough Kells winced.

"You're submissive and breedable. It's hot, I just don't work like that." The devil tried to lighten the mood but he wasn't surprised by the slap across his face or the sharp tug of his knot.

"Oh fuck off wiv tha'. I ain't. I ain't! I-" Dom grumbled and pulled hard enough to get free but he whimpered when his partner cursed and hissed at the pain.

"Shit can you fucking not? You could hurt yourself!" Kells growled as he felt the boy gush their combined slick and cum all over his lap but as the punk stumbled off him and dripped a mess all over he was half tempted to yank him back to bed. He didn't want to fuck up by doing too much though. He could feel Dom was working through something so instead he just rolled on his side and posed mostly jokingly. "You can't just rip us apart. I heal faster than you."

"Tha's dubious as fuck, tha'. Guess I'm not surprised. Patriarchal bullshit. I'm not… I- jus' fuck. Sorry if I bruised ya bloody ego. I'm gonna take a shower. Too much-" He gestured at his crimson coated body and clenched his thighs to keep everything inside.

Kells nodded and gave him a gentle smile but he could feel and hear the anxiety rolling off the kid. He could almost feel the way Dom's throat was closing up, as if he were about to cry. His omega was working up to a full blown panic attack but when he pushed up and out of bed the boy closed the door in his face. He pressed his palm against it, taking a deep breath. He didn't want him upset, not after everything that just happened between them. He didn't know what to say and he didn't want to force his presence so when he heard the shower start up he took a step back. "I'm okay Kells. We alright." Dom whimpered, his voice strained enough the cracking was obvious through the door.

"Okay." He sighed, snapping his fingers to summon a cup of tea, some painkillers, and Dom's cigarettes inside the room with him. After making sure the boy was set he cleaned himself and the room up magically before heading out to check and make sure Raziel was gone. Normally a banishing lasted a while but with his lover anxious he needed to fix something. Anything. To protect. He couldn't make him feel better about what Astaroth had done but he could keep him safe from anything else.

Kells made it back to the room not an hour later but Dom had already cleared out. He tried not to take it personally but it sent a wash of anxiety through his chest. There was a note left on the table at least but it didn't say much. 'Found a new job, catch me if you can 🖤' with a little black heart at the end. It was the heart that soothed him and the fact that the words felt flirty but he supposed the human didn't realize how connected they already were. He could feel something like a tether between them, his blood was pumping through Dom's veins and keeping them connected.

He didn't go invisible boy often but he didn't want to show himself too soon to the kid so instead of popping up in his passenger seat he kept his lover from seeing him as he relaxed in the back. He knew he'd probably get labeled as creepy if Dom ever found out he did that but it was how he'd spent time before talking to him. He was able to keep him safe but give him space as well. Fuck- he was becoming an Edward wasn't he?

"Are you kidding me Dominic? Are you kidding me? I thought you weren't going to fuck the demon?" Tom's voice filled the car before the man appeared but thankfully the Hunter kept his car on the road. He glared over at his friend and rolled his eyes. That spot was for his demon. The demon. Not his. Fuck.

"I'm not in the mood Tom." He sighed, clenching his hands around the steering wheel. He could still feel his insides trying to settle after being spread apart for the monster's cock. His shower had been perfect but his head was still a mess and there was a small fear in the back of his mind whispering that Kells wasn't coming back.

"Do you know what could happen? Are you ready to face the consequences? Dom, you know I love you but he's a monster!" Tom scoffed, reaching across the bench seat to rest his palm on his best friend's thigh. The moment they touched he thought he heard a growl but it didn't matter. He needed the human to listen.

"And wha' the fuck are you?" Dom spat, he was more annoyed than he normally was with his oldest friend but he couldn't help it. He was dealing with a lot and only Kells seemed to settle him anymore.

"I'm someone who cares! Just… drop this whole revenge thing. Let him finish it. He's strong enough to do it on his own. You can join me at the cabin, okay? Please? Wait- wha' are you doing? Put the lighter down. You aren't about to smoke, are you?" Tom's voice was almost wild as he tried to convince the boy yet again to drop his war. That was never why he'd brought him to America. He'd wanted to give the kid a fresh start.

Kells watched with a smirk as his lover picked up a lighter and a pre-made banishment hex bag. He didn't know what the stranger was on about but he had to bite his cheek not to laugh as Dom lit the spell and Tom grumbled. "Fine, fuck you too. Call me when you-" Whatever he was going to say was cut off as he disappeared. The magic would only last so long but he was proud of his boy.

"Fhought you might want your seat free." Dom smiled, patting the seat next to him and Keliphos startled. No one had ever been able to tell he was present when he was invisible. What the fuck was happening?

The beast climbed over the seat as he let his lover see him and when he settled he was pelted with candy. "Ain't nice to spy. Now clean tha' up." Dom snapped but he wasn't truly angry. Just annoyed. He saved his rage for those that seriously deserved it.

Kells didn't know where they were driving but it didn't matter. He just tried to enjoy the ride. They fought over the radio and shared snacks in vaguely violent or sexual ways and occasionally even got a little handsy. The demon tried to follow the Hunter's lead but he couldn't get his annoyance with the other man out of his head. They didn't talk much, he didn't want to overwhelm his omega more, but he felt closer to him with every mile that passed.

"Shite, I need petrol." Dom grumbled when they passed yet another state line and rolled into a new town. The beast dropped his sunglasses and glared around them, he hated small towns. His bitch was too pretty for them, everyone stared. As the car rumbled to a stop and the kid pushed open the door he looked back at the devil. "So… should I grab some rubbers?" His voice seemed almost nervous again.

Keliphos laughed and shook his head, pulling his glasses off to give him a wink. "Sorry doll but they don't fit. But nah, we're good." The demon had heard a lot of final sentences over the centuries, normally people were begging for their lives or vowing revenge they'd never get but in all his time he'd never heard or uttered such famous last words.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

This was slightly slice of life and probably not enough plot but at least they're learning some things about each other and themselves. I hope you like it! Why is Kells saying he can't breed? Why is Tom so against them being together? Obviously Tom isn't just a voice in Dom's head but what is he? Why are the boys already so connected? Keep reading to find out ⚰️🖤

[briefcasejuice]

i need you to talk about whether or not Jared padalecki forgot how to act or if it’s just Sam getting more detached and no longer being the main character

i actually think jared is a great actor. i just got done with the gadriel arc and his ability to switch characters on command and how he communicates said switch in character before post-production stuff like the glowing eyes was pretty incredible and it had me replaying a few clips over and over again. i mean, sam is a pretty emotional character, he's always crying or is in some kind of internal or mental conflict and we already know that jared is a really dynamic actor because of the s5 lucifer arc (he fucking killed thay shit btw) so the fact that the gadriel arc amazed me at some points said something.

the detachment i'm talking about exists pre-s7, and i'm marking s8 as the beginning of sam's demotion as the main character because the leviathan arc is still pretty sam-focused, and is mainly script focused in how sam hangs back in terms of how much he says in emotional scenes with a third party. like i've noticed that dean is always the one who is giving words of advice, doing the threatening or even simply speaking for sam and this particular choice doesn't only exist because of sam's detachment which partially exists because he interprets the world through dean, but it also exists because that's the only way dean will allow him to exist. dean has made his entire purpose/existence about loving and protecting sam and even when sam isn't the main character anymore, the first thing about dean the plot chooses to focus on is his own agency in the fact that he is living for another; basically "dean lives with the intention to live for his brother, but that does not cancel out the fact that he is still a person with his own wants and needs. how does this affect sam's life?" one of the very first things i noticed about spn when i started watching it is how uninvolved sam is in his own story/fate and one of the biggest reasons for that is that there's a dominance that dean has, that sam instinctively lets him have, in sam's relationship with third parties.

the highlight here is that the relationship these boys have is inherently unhealthy. dean, to an extent, controls sam to a toxic degree and this particular time i noticed it in the how little sam has to say in emotional situations.

[antigonewinchester]

ooh share something about hesitation or triptych? <3

I will self-indulgently to do both <3

Hesitation but IC is inspired by a Destiel fic called, surprise surprise, Hesitation, written by apokteino, who I think was a fairly prominent fic writer back in the day? She had a series of dark Destiel fics, including Hesitation, the Bone series, the When series, and most infamously With Understanding. I find her work interesting intellectually, in her focus on exploring questions around sexual violence, relationships formed under duress, and the complexities of perpetrators & victims & their dynamics, but it feels like she maps her ideas onto SPN rather than centering canon characterizations or dynamics (at least in my read of the show/characters).

So, I decided to try my hand at a fic with the same premise but more in line with canon, particularly taking into account Cas's control/power over Dean in S4 (and which I don't feel is negated just because of Cas's sexual inexperience, altho it does add some complexity) and Dean's full experience in Hell. Part 1 is from Dean’s POV and Part 2, which I’m currently working on, is from Cas’s:

“You told me Dean wanted to have sex with me. He did, and then he didn’t.” Zachariah and he are sitting at a bar in New York, the city. It’s night, but he can’t see any stars, only the glowing of offices and apartments and advertisements against the sky. One large, flashing sign reads: Open Happiness. The moon is a cut of pure white. The humans around them talk and whisper, blissfully ignorant of the angels and the war they’re fighting to protect them. Their breath forms clouds that rise to disappear into the dark. All are dressed in what he believes are fancy clothes, long flowing red fabrics and unwrinkled suits of black, but he’s no longer sure how much he knows about humanity. Zachariah shrugs. “Humans say they want one thing, then do another, and Dean Winchester is no exception. This is why they need Heaven’s hand, Castiel.” The woman sitting to his left laughs. The man she’s talking with has taken her palm and put it up against his. Her fingernails had been carefully painted in stripes of white and black.

Triptych is sort of the opposite end of the spectrum, in that it’s my attempt at a Dean/Jack fic after looking on AO3 and finding... 2 decent fics of the whole bunch.

I started out as just wanting to do Dean/Jack during S14, but its slowly turned into Dean/Jack in the aftermath of Dean/John, probably in part 'cause I started writing it in the midst of Utena rewatch, which all about memories & cycles & incest & eternity (and then when I got to the part of S14 where Dean suggested locking himself in a coffin for eternity to save the world...) I was also struck by a post of someone discussing a common Utena interpretation that one character didn't actually want to sleep with her brother, but the poster asked if she did, would that desire negate any harm? Does wanting something "bad" mean you can't be hurt by it? If a relationship was both meaningful & hurts you, how do those elements go together?

Got a bit stalled out on this one because Holy Shit the emotional complexities here, and I want to handle it respectfully? Not be gauche? My plan is to have it all lead up to 14x20 and Thee Dean Jack Moment, re-contextualizing it within the scope of my fic, but I'm still figuring out what it all... adds up to, I suppose. (Also that I'm bad at writing character being mean, and Dean has to be mean in this fic, at least for parts of it!)

Heaven turned out to be the world’s best movie night: his favorite memories playing over and over and over again. The road trip where Sam introduced him to Harry Potter and Dean taught him how to read a paper map. He could rewind and play through his favorite five minutes as many times as he wanted. He could make everything faster or slower, which was funny for a little while, but he stopped after it got weird, like when he repeated a word too much and suddenly something would change and it wouldn’t be a real word anymore, just meaningless sounds. He could change from memory to memory in an instant, if he really wanted, but mostly he liked to let them play out before he moved onto another. And once he got to end, it was back to the beginning: a conversation trailed off or a lesson finished and then he was back at the start, to Cas’s reassuring smile, telling him about mistakes and guilt and forgiveness, or Sam’s bright concern, telling him how to take a punch, or Dean’s warm hand on his back, telling him where north was. The one thing he couldn’t do was imagine anything new. He tried, at first, in the memory of that day with Dean, how their conversation at the river could have gone—Dean’s voice low as he’d whispered, “Come here,” and then—and then—but it never worked. Guiltily he’d moved onto other memories, and at least they were too the same: if he'd ordered a hot dog, all he could eat is a hot dog; if Sam and Dean had driven past the apple orchard on a hunt, there was no turning down the short dirt road to pick fruit instead.

[ruinedsam]

Anyway I really love this because Sam needs people who haven't been sanctioned by Dean in his corner and the fact that they're all demons is something that would torment Sam (which I find very enjoyable because I'm a sicko).

Exactly, you get it. Sam finally has people in his corner that aren’t also in Dean’s (or who won’t prioritize Dean over Sam), except they’re all demons so what is it saying about him that the only beings who prefer Sam over Dean are literal demons, people who live in Hell? What does it say about him that Abbadon and Meg, one a Knight handpicked by Lucifer and the other Azazel’s daughter who is wholly loyal to Lucifer, are the only people not siding with Dean over Sam in this? Lucifer and Azazel ruined his life, yet the people who are empathizing with Sam the most here were people with clear ties to one or both.

And I think that considering there was a rift over Gadreel and Dean got the mark from Cain, we should’ve had another rift during this with Sam siding with Abbadon, make it a very clear mirror of Cain and Abel, only it’s not quite clear if this story will have Abel killing Cain. And Sam’s demon powers should make a reappearance, not sure how bc this is just vague rambles really as opposed to a detailed idea, so we have Dean’s mark slowly turning him into a demon, Sam is ironically the more human one but his powers have grown beyond even what he was capable of in s4 to go along with the idea that the psychic kids were capable of reaching all the powers they collectively had and could extend even farther considering none of them were shown to kill demons until Sam in season 4; I think there should be some kind of fight between Sam and Dean here, Crowley comes to unleash Dean on Abbadon, except this is ultimately about the Cain and Abel of it all so the brothers ultimately go after each other. And since Sam’s demon powers have returned, we keep hearing echoes of all the times Dean has wanted to kill Sam, with John’s final instructions being either the first or last thing we hear and one of them being “at least he dies human,” but Sam hasn’t been fully human since he was six months old and he never needed the feather to fly. Sam’s eyes are glowing yellow by the way, he’s Azazel’s son.

Thinking about these dynamics post Gadreel makes me insane. Dean, the person who is closest to him, betrayed Sam in the worst way by taking away his autonomy and gaslighting him about it and the only people who side with him are the people who are closest to Azazel and Lucifer who started this cycle of robbing Sam of his autonomy in the first place...

And what does this say about Meg and her relationship with Sam. Meg was fine with Lucifer possessing him. She possessed him herself. So it's not like it's about the principle of the thing (Sam's autonomy). In that way she mirrors Dean, who too is fine with someone possessing Sam as long as it aligns with his own goals. Sam is the eternal little brother whose older siblings see his autonomy as something that can be compromised on. (Obviously with Dean it's way worse, he was the instigator of Sam's possession and hid it from him, which Meg did not do, Dean feels entitled over Sam's life in a way that Meg doesn't, but I do think the parallel is there and is something that Sam would notice.)

SPN did so often parallel Sam and Dean to Cain and Abel/imply there was going to be a brother vs brother thing but never really committed to it, I like that they're really going for it in this AU. And Sam with yellow eyes is the best!

[salientseraph]

Via my last post, I have begun imagining interactions between Arthur (RDR2), Connor (DBH), Castiel (SPN) and 11 (DW)

I can see it now

Umm apologies if this is absolutely cringe cause I've never written fanfic but also I kinda don't care- this was for fun!!

(who am I kidding I do care)

Castiel heals Arthur's TB - A silly mini fic by me I guess?

(ft. Arthur Morgan, Castiel, the 11th Doctor, and Connor)

"Angel, would you do the honors?" The Doctor asked with a cheeky grin, motioning to the rather confused cowboy. Castiel cocked his head to the side for a moment, the Doctor flinging his hand around again in a shining motion.

"You know," He smiles, anticipating.

Castiel finally catches on and looks over to Arthur. He has not yet figured out what this coated, scruffy looking man is going to do to him, let alone why the effeminate man with the floppy hair and bowtie is so excited about it. Castiel steps closer to Arthur, all but chest to chest with him. Arthurs hand immediately hovers defensively over to his revolver as Castiel lifts his hand, pressing his pointer and middle finger to Arthur's head. A celestial hum can be heard for a brief moment, but just as quickly as it chimed, the tardis console room is left silent once more. Or, at least as silent as the tardis' engines will allow.

"It's gone," Castiel states a bit blankly toward the cowboy.

Arthur's brow knits together in confusion, "What?"

"Your tuberculosis, it's gone," Castiel replies once more, a hint of a smile crossing his stubbled face.

Arthur's knitted brow only furrows further.

"Wh- how in the hell- you're talkin' nonsense!" He sputters frustratedly, hardly understanding what these two crazy fellers are implying.

The third oddly dressed tall man, the one with slicked back hair and an even odder glowing blue circle on his temple suddenly rises from his seat. His emotions indicator now a yellowish amber color. "Your vital signs are showing a sudden spike in heart activity, are you feeling okay?"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" Arthur snaps, even more confused than before. But it's starting to become apparent that he hasn't coughed or wheezed the entire conversation thus far. No, it must be a coincidence. Has to be.

The Doctor simply laughs, reaching for a butterscotch in his inner breast pocket and offering it to Arthur with a warm smile, "Here, this might help."

Arthur snatches it out of The Doctor's hand, though not purposefully rude. He is simply very, very thrown off.

"Ah, great - What does this one do, make me young again?" He jokes, a bit on edge.

"No, no, you silly cowboy, it's a sweet! Always makes me feel better," The Doctor jokes, popping one in his mouth and patting the cowboy on the back. Arthur gives him a glare and he quickly retracts his hand.

Wearily, Arthur pops the candy in his mouth with a sigh, "Hmh, well, I guess that makes sense....only thing that's made sense all damn day."

His face relaxes, and he goes to sit down, breathing in unison with the Tardis's engines. And for a moment, he begins to hear the absence of the rattling in his chest, the rise and fall of his chest smooth and uninterrupted.

"So...you uh, really weren't jokin' bout this feller bein' an Angel, huh?" Arthur questions, his tone a little more polite than earlier, perhaps even a bit curious.

The Doctor beams a big smile, wrapping his arm around Castiel's shoulder, "Why of course! My dear, have I ever lied to you?"

"Mister - I've only known you a day, but I don't know you."

The Doctor's lips pursed together awkwardly into a line as his arm retracted from Castiel's shoulder, swinging together and clasping, then releasing and flailing about in an uncalculated manner, "Well, yes, I suppose that is true - but, I am telling the truth, I wouldn't lie to you,"

Arthur paused for a moment in quiet contemplation.

"I ain't sure how I'm 'sposed to believe ya, but...you did rescue me from that mountain. To be honest I ain't sure what to believe, now that you've got me in this big ol....blue urh....whatever ya call it."

"Well, believe us or not, you're healed now." Castiel states blankly, as a matter of fact.

"Maybe...maybe I do believe," Arthur replied in a soft-spoken manner.

"It is a good thing you do believe, Mister Morgan, because it would be a waste of time not to. Unless of course doubt is part of the human belief system, in which case, if it is a comfort to you, you may doubt-"

Castiel laid a heavy hand on Connors shoulder, "Shh, let the grown-ups talk," He let out in a whisper.

"What, he ain't a grown man like you two?"

"I am three months old,"

"......I ain't even gonna bother,"

[aerialworms-art]

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#5

URL change

@d-ood-le-bug -> @desdemonasarahmckenzie-art

For clarity’s sake, and also because I kept forgetting the third hyphen in my url and it was getting annoying lmao

I’m just gonna post my art on here. I’ll probably go back and change the watermarks on my art if I can.

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#4

Quick and messy doodle turned profile pic for my main blog @desdemonasarahmckenzie (and my AO3 account, desdemona_sarah_mckenzie, since I’ve always wanted my icons on here and over there to match) :) Yes, that’s me hugging Cas. No, I have no shame.

[Image ID: A brightly coloured and simply drawn self-portrait of me, with short spiky brown hair, glasses, and a blue plaid hoodie hugging Castiel, who is smiling slightly. I’m saying ‘Too precious for this world ❤′. The background is the gay pride flag. /End ID.]

7 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

#3

I drew a little Cas in a comfy jumper to motivate me, have some motivation too!

[Image ID: A biro drawing of Castiel from Supernatural.  He is shown from the shoulders up facing the viewer, and is smiling. He is wearing a knitted jumper. In a speech bubble, he says ‘You can do it!’ The artist’s signature ‘IE’ is written by his right shoulder. /.End ID]

10 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#2

[Image ID: A cartoony watercolour painting of Dean and Cas with black lineart. Dean is waving a big banner that says ‘30k!!!’ in the rainbow pride flag colours while he leans in and kisses Cas forcefully on the cheek. He’s wearing jeans, a green flannel, and an AC/DC t-shirt. He has his arm around Cas’ neck. Cas is smiling and holding Dean’s hand. His other arm is around Dean’s waist. He’s wearing his usual trenchcoat and suit with his backwards tie. There’s rainbow confetti all around them. /End ID.]

[Image ID: Same as the previous image, only the banner is now a rainbow pride flag. /End ID.]

Woohoo!! @fellshish’s Dean post got 30k notes and I got to make some bonus art to celebrate!!! I guess these two are celebrating too!!!

I painted this in meatspace so I could add a pride flag just for funsies :D 

98 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just cuddling with your homies, nbd...

I caught up on @fellshish’s amazing substack fic Dean Daily (now on ao3!) since it finally ended (I’m only crying a little, I swear!) The Jun 28th entry wormed its way into my brain (they got matching tattoos! and Cas was healing them!!!) and I just had to do fanart! 

I might write a little ficlet, but the headcanon for this image is that they’re watching a gay movie together (y’know, so Dean can see if Cas made his confession in a gay way or if he’s just uhhhhh a real good friend), and Dean can’t tell if the glow of grace is from the TV or from Cas <3 Obviously he’s going to be completely normal about it :)

(ID under the cut)

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Dean and Cas sitting on a comfy sofa, facing the viewer, illuminated by an off-screen TV. The room behind them is dark. Cas has a bee-patterned blanket on his lap and a comfy blue knitted sweater. Dean is wearing jeans, a green flannel, and a Queen t-shirt, which is covered by the flannel so only the Queen logo and the letters ‘QUEE’ are showing. 

Cas is leaning against Dean, who has his arm around Cas’ shoulders. His other arm is resting on his knee and that hand is clenched into a fist. Cas’ right hand is on Dean’s left knee, and his other is holding Dean’s forearm, half-turned towards the viewer. They both have matching black angel wing tattoos on their left wrists. 

Cas’ eyes are closed and he is kissing Dean’s tattoo, and grace is glowing from where he’s kissing. Dean is blushing and has a shocked expression. The artist’s blog name ‘@d-ood-lebug’ is sideways to Dean’s left.. /.End ID]

[Image ID: A partially animated gif of the image described above. The TV light flickers throughout. Dean’s eyebrows rise from a neutral position and he blushes as Cas’ grace begins to shine over his lips and Dean’s tattoo. These all increase until the match the first image. The grace dims, and Dean’s blush fades and his eyebrows drop back to normal. The gif loops. /.End ID]

196 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

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[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Our Girl

J2 x Reader

Word Count: 1,419

Summary: Jensen and Jared treat the reader to an exciting birthday.

Warnings: Smut (P in V, Anal sex, protected sex and unprotected sex, Oral Fem Receiving, fingering, double penetration, overstimulation, threesome.)

Masterlist

a/n: Could be a teaser for a possible J2 Series, still in the brainstorming works.

a/n#2: Originally a Birthday Girl rewrite, but just so there’s no doubles on here, and not an attempt at a Re-entry on Jen’s SPN Tell me a Story Bingo.

~

She laid between Jared and Jensen as they slept through the night. She had snuggled against Jensen, laying her head on his chest while Jared snuggled in behind her.

As the sun began to rise over the horizon, and the world slowly waking up, she tossed onto her back, Jared being long awake.

Jensen woke up, admiring the beauty he woke up to. Brushing her hair from her face. She looked so peaceful as she slept.

He realized the day as he laid there. It was her birthday. She has turned 30 today. Originally, they didn’t plan on doing anything for her birthday, she didn’t ask for anything. But Jared and Jensen wanted to treat her to a day she won’t soon forget.

He laid a gentle kiss just below her jaw, traveling down her neck. Sucking at her pulse point. Drawing out a moan from her sleepy lips.

His hand hiked up her shirt, palming her breast, pinching the hardening bud between his fingers. He was slowly pulling her out of a deep slumber, feeling her squirm under his touch in her sleepy state.

His kisses traveled down her torso, up her thigh as he worked her panties off of her. Seeing a wet streak from her heat. Making him smirk.

His kisses got higher up her thighs to her soaking mound. And he placed a kiss on her sensitive clit. Her hips jerked up at the warmth his lips offered.

The covers were pulled off over his head, seeing her darkened eyes looking back at him.

He worked her legs over his shoulders as he made himself at home and went to work. Lapping his tongue over the sensitive bud.

She threw her head back with desire as a moan escaped her throat.

He pinned her hips when they jerked again wanting more friction. His lips locked on as his tongue worked around and around her clit, building her up.

“Fuck Jay,” she moans. Her hands running through his hair, holding him in place.

She felt his thick fingers enter her aching heat; her breath hitched in the back of her throat.

His finger rubbing against her g-spot ever so gingerly, driving her nuts.

“Oh lookie here.” Jared says entering their room.

Making a B line for their bed, his lips latching on to her neck, kissing and sucking her sensitive spots. Driving her ever crazier.

She felt the heat in her belly grow, and grow with each lap of Jensen’s tongue, every thrust of his fingers, every suck of Jared’s kisses. Until it, snapped in a nuclear explosion of pleasure.

Her back arched off of the bed as she came on Jensen’s mouth. His fingers thrust slowly to a stop, and eventually once she calmed down, he pulled his mouth off of her mound, his beard soaked in her arousal.

“Happy Birthday Y/N.” He says with a dark smirk.

“I’m loving what you got planned so far.” She pants.

“I can think of something, because seeing you two like that, I gotten so hard, I want some of this.”

“Sam here.” Jensen says.

“Then why not come get it,” she says wiggling her hips.

They discard their clothes like they were on fire. And they weren’t joking at how hard they’ve gotten.

“Fuck me.” She groans at the sight of them.

“We plan on it baby.” Jared says.

She was sandwiched between the two giant Texans, Jared delivered a passionate, hungry kiss to her lips. Jensen behind her kissing the nap of her neck.

“How do you want us baby?” Jensen asked.

“I want Jared behind me, and you on top of me.”

“And do you want me in your ass, of do you think you can handle both of us in that tight little pussy of yours?” Jared asked.

“Oh god, so tempting. Let’s try both.” She smirks.

“One at a time baby.” Jensen says.

Jared hopped up to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube, Jensen taking his place on top of her, kissing her ever so passionately. Their tongues dancing across each other’s mouths. Sucking his lip, driving him crazy.

Jared settled behind her, his hands traveling down her shoulders to her back, then sliding between her cheeks. Her hips bucked into his hand; Jared smirked.

“Very impatient little birthday girl you are.” Jared says in her ear. Before kissing behind her ear, bringing her ear lobe between his teeth gently.

Pulling away slightly, he lubed up his fingers, prepping her tight hole.

The distraction was enough for Jensen to drive his cock balls deep into her core. Her jaw drops, letting a wanton moan escape from her throat.

And that distraction was enough for Jared to scissor his fingers in her hold, prepping her for him.

Pulling his fingers free, Jared slides on a condom before lubing up one more time and inches his way into her.

A low, pleasured moan escapes her lips into Jensen’s shoulder. Feeling her holes fill up with her two favorite men in her life.

“You love that feeling? Feeling how full you are of our cocks?” Jensen says lowly into her ear. Making her whine and grind her hips against them.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jensen adds.

“And I’ll even take that as, someone move.” Jared chuckles.

“Well lets not keep her waiting.” Jensen says as he pulls out before slamming back in. the sensation causing a yelp escape from her mouth.

Jared slightly pulling out, the head not even escaping from the opening, before slamming back in, his balls smacking against her.

And then they started a pace that had a rhythm when one pulls out someone thrusts in and rinse and repeat.

Y/N bounced up and down against Jared at the force of which they were delivering.

Her breathing was catching up as the coil in her abdomen built up in intensity. Each moan escaping with each breath.

“Sounds like she’s close again,” Jared growled.

“Lets give it to her.”

“God, I’m…” She moaned.

Her walls clamped down hard without warning around them, she could feel a warm, wet ooze spill inside her womb as Jensen’s thrust slow.

Her back arched off of Jared’s chest, the back of her head nuzzled in the crook of Jared’s neck as she came with a strangled wanton moan.

“Got one more left in you Stacks?”

“Damn right I do, lets see how stretched she can get.”

“Fuck me.” She pants.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get there.”

Jared slowly pulled out, he smiled proud at how stretched open she was from him.

Jensen stilled inside her as Jared guided his still hard cock to her soaking heat.

“Focus on me sweetheart, he’s gonna go slow. Just holler if you can’t take it.”

She nods against Jared. Jensen held her close giving Jared enough room to maneuver close to her so he could inch his way in.

She could feel her walls stretch to accommodate not only Jensen but now Jared, as he inched his way further in, until he was balls deep.

“What a trooper.” Jensen congratulated, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Oh god, someone start moving.” She moans.

They moved at the same time, nearly pulling out before thrusting back in.

“Oh god!” she moans.

Their pace starts slow as they worked her back up with each, full, thrust.

Her heart spiked into her throat as her coil slowly built up, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Their paced quickened as they felt their end coming to a head.

“Oh, guys,” she moans. Her legs quivering and shaking as her orgasm draws near.

“Almost,” Jensen growls.

“There,” Jared adds, as his hips buckled against her, the used condom filling up with more of his seed.

Jensen’s hips buckled and spasmed not long after Jared, spilling more into her as her walls clamped shut around them nearly milking them dry, as she came with a scream, their names on her tongue.

She saw pure white, heated pleasure as they worked her through her high. Getting them through their own.

 She woke up, to Jensen and Jared passed out, sandwiching her between them. She noticed a certain glow on them as they slept, they noticed the same glow before sleep to them.

She snuggled more into them as best as she could, feeling their release slowly oozing out of her as she adjusted herself. Smiling, content with what she did with her two loves of her life.

A birthday present she will never forget, but she does have to think of something for them.

~

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[jayankles]

“It’s not illegal if you pay for it.” - Camp fire

Pairing: Hunter Hardon x Venus Ryder (Pornstar!Dean x Pornstar!Reader)

Summary: Part of my Pornstar AU series. Hunter leads Venus into the forest, little does she know Hunter has a plan to fuck her senseless.

Word Count: 1012

Warnings: Smut (PWP)

Written for: @/spnonewordbingo | @/spngenrebingo | @spnkinkbingo

Square Filled: Embers | camp fire | public sex

Kinktober Day 23: Rough Sex | Camping - @becs-bunker

I am so tempted to name these after stupid porn titles. If you have any for this one send them in.

FEEDBACK IS GOLD AND VERY MUCH APPRECIATED

“Hey, you cold?” Hunter asks and she nods, taking his offered hand. She trusted him but he led her deeper into the woods; it was the opposite path she thought he would take. She starts to trust him a little less, her heart beating a mile a minute and when she tries to pull her hand from his grasp, Hunter doesn’t give in, tightening his grip.

Hunter has only one thing on his mind. He wants to fuck the living daylights out of Venus. He has this primal need, this urge to just bend her over, right then and there but it's her hand in his that stops him from doing so. That reminds him of the plan he had put into action to get her to think she had come up with the idea. 

Hunter leads Venus to the pit, the fire roaring, embers flickering into ash. She snuggles in under his arm, still cold. She welcomes the heat from the flames but the heat from Hunter is way better, rubbing the goosebumps away.

“Is that better, Vee?” He asks, removing his waistcoat and throwing it over the bench. Venus nods once more, seeing the muscles under Hunters tight shirt bulge through as he flexes.

“I can think of another way to get warm and sweaty.”

His plan is working. 

Venus makes the first move, joining Hunter and getting to her feet, standing toe to toe with him. She presses her body against his, feeling every one of his muscles move against her. Venus takes this as a sign to continue, her hands reaching out and squeezing his shoulders.

In a matter of seconds, her fingers deftly finding his buttons, wasting no time in undoing each and every one of them before Venus pulled Hunter down for a scorching kiss. Hunter’s hands aren’t far behind as he pulls the sleeves of her dress down her arms, fingers almost tearing the dress off of her. Venus gasps as her tits bounce free from their confines, her eyes widening when Hunter smirks and latches his lips onto her nipples.

Venus coughs out a laugh, surprised at how eager he is. She’s throbbing, clenching around nothing, hoping that Hunter fucks her aching pussy, she doesn’t care whether it was his tongue, his fingers, or his cock. She wanted it all.

Hunter’s teeth scrape along the pebbled nipple. Effortlessly, he hoists her up into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The fire is enough to keep them warm but Hunter figured he would deliver his warmth to her personally. He carries Venus over to the surrounding benches, laying her flat on her back. Hunter pulls his shirt from his body, tossing it to the other side of the bench. The beautiful woman in front of him lifts her legs but it's not enough for him, Hunter pushes her legs further into her chest. She groans when he sinks to his knees, pressing his mouth over her naked pussy, his tongue juts out to lap through her folds and over her clit.

Venus squeals in response, Hunter getting a taste of her before pulling away and pulling his pants down to free his bulging cock. He palms himself in his hand, pumping it a few times before he slaps it over her clit before he lines himself up with her entrance.

Pushing in a little too roughly, Venus winces but immediately replaces it with a delighted moan. The fire lights up her face, intensifying her fierce features. The small embers floating in front of her twitching eyes, some of them landing on her bare back; the sting becoming pleasurable as Hunter quickened his pace.

He grunted in time with his swift thrusts, his fingers biting into her hips, deliciously bruising the skin. They both knew that she would feel those marks in the morning. But right now, in that moment, she was enjoying being absolutely railed by her man. 

Moaning, Venus’ mouth falls open at the thought of Hunter’s seed inside of her. “Yes, fuck, keep fucking me like that, Hunter.”

Her legs wrap around his hips and push his cock deeper inside of her. Abruptly, Hunter pulls out of Venus’ cunt, leaving her whining at how empty she became. “On your knees, Vee.”

She did as commanded, face down and ass in the air. Hunter pushes in once more, rougher this time, hips snapping forward against her ass. Every time he feels Venus clench around his cock, a sound of pleasure falls from his plump lips.

His movements are hard and fast, pelvis thrusting into her ass every chance he got. The slapping between their bodies makes Venus cry out in ecstasy, she was so close and Hunter knew what he needed to do to push her over the edge. His fingers tangled into her hair pulling her back against his naked chest. Hunter thrusts up into her, one of his hands wrapping around her throat as the other finds her throbbing clit.

Hunter pressed his fingers deeper into her throat, bruising the pulsing skin, so close to cutting off her breathing. It only intensified her impending orgasm. Venus’ legs began shaking, becoming as weak as her throat, her nails scratching against any piece of skin that she could claw and cling on to. Suddenly, her orgasm crashes over her and she collapses in a heap in Hunter’s arms. He fucks her through the aftershocks, his stomach clenches and he groans into her ear as he pulls out of her pussy, thick ropes of his come, painting her back.

Falling on top of her, Hunter pants, trying to regain his breaths and composure. “You warm enough, Vee?” He asks, carefully taking a seat on the bench, noting the post climatic glow on her face. 

“Yeah,” she giggles, reaching back to scrape some of his come on her finger, licking it off before falling into his embrace. Her staggered breaths slowly began returning to normal. “But you may need to carry me back to the house, you fucked me so good.”

“And Cut!”

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[ncdover1285]

Stay tuned to the SPN Media Big Bang Tumblr @spn-mediabigbang to see more art (mid-April) and the full fic posting in late April to early May.  This fic by @emblue-sparks emblue-sparks, is a sci-fi/ fantasy story based on Tron Legacy the movie.

LEGACY

Sam parked Baby a block down from the Space Needle. Knowing the way like the back of his hand, he let himself into the landmark's first level and slid down the stairs to the second floor below ground level. Aw man, the memories. He opened an old, dusty door leading to a massive brick lined room, with a thick coating of cobwebs and dust everywhere. 

Sam had swiped the power grid indicator along with the keys, and glanced at its screen, blinking an incandescent green. Walking around the room, he got to the second row of arcade games, and the ceiling screen flickered to life in the middle of an old music video by Avicii. Its tune was a kick in the gut, as a flood of unwanted memories hit him like a bus. 

"Hey brother! There's an endless road to rediscover

Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you

There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

What if I'm far from home?

Oh brother, I will hear you call

What if I lose it all?

Oh sister, I will help you out

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you

There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do"

The song had been theirs. An ode to their small, but loyal family. Hearing it again brought the sharp cut of bereavement and longing to his eyes. Sam didn't remember walking the rest of the way to the Space Invaders game, and yet, he stood in front of it as if he'd stalked there intentionally. Wiping tears from his eyes, he witnessed the aged game flare to life, taking time to load. He turned, staring at Dean's desk against the brown brick wall. It still held treasured family pictures covered in dust. 

Mary died in an accident, then John withered in his grief to the point he was institutionalized, dying shortly after. Bobby stepped in as long as he could until his own health deteriorated. By then Dean was a legal adult, and had been dating Jimmy for a few years; the rest was history.

Sam noticed a strange light emanating from underneath the desk and decided to investigate. Moving the heavy-ass desk away from the wall, revealed a glowing, pulsating light from a circle outlined with hand-drawn sigils. 

When Sam absent-mindedly touched the sigils, a long forgotten phrase or spell from his past study of Men of Letters journals spilled from his lips in a whispered prayer. 

"Non Timebo Mala."

 A crack in the odd circle appeared and began spreading in a straight line beyond the circle’s border behind him. It swiftly grew twenty feet in length from the wall. Sam realized too late that the glowing crack was in between his feet, and widened into a crevasse. His heart raced with a painful pounding and he tried backing up, or shifting sideways, but fell through the widened area below him into a deep, dark empty.

[jawritter]

Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 6,

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo​​​​​

Square Field: Christmas Tree

Word Count: 2024

Warnings: Fluff, brief mention of past trauma, light angst.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 7 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

**SERIES MASTERLIST**    **MASTERLIST**    **BECOME A PATREON**

Snow, you had seriously never seen this much snow in your life. You were starting to think it was never going to stop snowing. It snowed all night long, finally slowing to light dusting somewhere around daybreak, and by the time you and Dean had pulled yourselves out of bed, it was evident no one was going anywhere until the snowplows came through to clear the roads, which could take a few days. 

You were totally fine with the idea of hanging around the cabin today. It had been a busy week already. Dean had gone above and beyond what anyone had ever done for you already, and if today was just a day where you hugged out and did nothing, that was okay. Not every day had to be some grand adventure for you. 

Dean, on the other hand, had been eyeing the cluster of small Canaan Firs on the back corner of the property all day. They were just big and full enough to make a small Christmas tree for the two of you. So, without much explanation other than, “get your coat and boots,” you followed Dean towards the little cluster of trees. The small ax he’d found in Baby’s trunk was swung over his shoulder as he trudged ahead of you through the almost kneed deep snow, making a path for you to easier walk in as he paved the way forward to his destination. 

From a few paces back you could see the white flurries land on his broad shoulders as well as the back of his jacket and sock hat as he went, his large silhouette standing out in stark contrast to the snow as he pushed on forward through the unforgiving cold. 

You could hear him humming along to a tune that you didn’t recognize as he turned over his shoulder giving you a little smirk while he watched you struggle to keep up with him through the deep snow. Being short wasn’t exactly working in your favor at the moment, and he paused, turning to fully face you with the ax still slung lazily over his shoulder much like he did his vampire machetes after a hunt. 

“Need me to carry you Y/N/N,” he called sarcastically, and you childishly stuck your tongue out at him before answering. 

“I’m doing just fine on my own Winchester!” 

“Okay, Sweetheart, I was just offering since the snow is almost as tall as you are. I was afraid you’d fall into a drift and I wouldn’t be able to find you until the snow melted,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“You just worry about getting us a tree cut down and stop worrying about me,” you tell him, earning a deep chuckle from him as he turned and started to make his way toward the tree line again. 

The sun was starting to go down, it was late but you and Dean both had been pretty lazy today. Doing nothing but watching Christmas movies, you pick this time, and eat as much artery-clogging food as you could manage since you didn’t have Sam the health nut breathing down your throat. The darkening sky overhead cast an almost postcard type feel to the scenery around you, but your gaze was on the back of Dean’s head as he hummed along his way.

He looked particularly smug with himself as he kept making his way towards his goal, still chuckling as your footsteps crunch along behind him. Your inner child was screaming at you to not let him get away with that. So reaching down as you went, you grabbed a handful of snow in your gloved hands and started to pound it into a ball. 

Just as Dean turned to make another comment about you talking all day to catch up to him, you launched the snowball, hitting him squarely in his broad chest, laughing as he looked grumpily from you to the show that still clung to the outer layer of jacket that was on his body before a smile carved by the devil himself appeared on those pink, wind kissed lips of his. 

“Oh Baby, it’s on now.”

Reaching down on the ground in front of him, Dean grabbed a handful of his own snow.

You turn to try and run back towards the house for safety, but it was no use, he was taller and faster than you were. Before you could even take three steps you were nailed in the back with a larger snowball, and Dean’s laugh echoed through the cold air around you as you staggered a little. 

You quickly try to gather up another snowball, but Dean was faster, quickly launching another and barely missing you as you ducked lower to the ground. 

Deciding to change your tactics a little, you charge at him, hurling two more snowballs in his directions. He rolled across the ground to escape them, laughing as you cursed and scrambled to gather up more snow.

“Oh, now you want to play dirty? Well, you shouldn’t write checks you can’t cash baby girl,” he growled playfully, looking up from his sprawled out position with his eyes almost glowing with a childlike excitement you had never seen in Dean before.

Without warning he jumped off the ground, running towards you at an impressive speed. The sudden change totally threw you, and all you could was stand there like an idiot for a moment before turning on your heels and bolting back in the opposite direction. 

Unfortunately, your pause was going to be your demise. Dean’s long legs carried him to you faster than you would have guessed possible, one long arm wrapping around your torso as the other grabbed a handful of fresh powder, dumping it down the back of your shirt and jacket. 

You twist and try to get away from the cold, screaming and laughing until your lungs hurt. If anyone was watching they were surely going to think he was killing you. Both of you were laughing so hard at this point that Dean lost his footing, falling down on his backside and pulling you down with him, both of you lying there in the snow as you tried to catch your breath from your little snowball fight. 

“Okay, truce?” Dean asked breathlessly, still smiling widely. The dim light of the winter evening casting the most gorgeous glow over the exposed skin of his face that you suddenly realized was very, very close to yours, and that you were still sitting on top of him. 

For just a moment you contemplated revenge, but decided better of it, knowing Dean could turn the tables on you in an instant and suddenly have the upper hand again. 

“Truce,” you agreed, slowly climbing off of him and helping him stand to his feet. 

Dean kept up with your pace this time as you made your way towards the tree line, looking at the trees there. While all of them were full and beautiful, they were all a little too big up close to bring into the cabin. 

“You know, there’s a box out in the woodshop labeled Christmas Stuff, bet there’s an artificial tree out there too,” Dean said, looking towards the shed that felt like it was a thousand miles away from you in the dimming light that stretched across the snow-covered lawn. 

“You know, I bet you’re right, cause even if we get one of these bad boys cut we’d have to drag it all the way back up there,” you point out in a huff of white fog, and Dean nodded in agreement. 

“Come on, hop up on my back and I’ll carry you there,” he offered as you gave him a shocked look. “Come on don't be stubborn.”

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly as Dean knelt down in front of you in the snow for you to wrap your arms around his neck while his gloved hands came to your thighs, hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing at all.

It didn’t take him nearly as long as it would have taken the both of you walking to reach the woodshop, and as you slipped down from his back and turned on the light, you noticed the welding torch Dean had been using when he planned on taking the “big splash” still laying on the workbench and froze. 

Dean noticed your hesitation and followed your gaze with his own before pulling a heavy and on his shoulder. 

“Come on baby girl, let’s not dwell on the past okay? That’s not why we’re here.” 

You knew he was right, but the thought of him out in the middle of the ocean, buried in a metal coffin, trapped with Michael terrified you to this day. In fact, you still had nightmares about it even if you would never tell him that.

You let Dean guide you to the back of the shed, quickly finding boxes of decorations and Christmas lights of all sorts, and finally a tree. 

“Got it!” Dean yelled excited, producing a box marked “Christmas Tree,” and adding it to the growing pile of decorations on the ground. 

“Great, let’s get it to the cabin, I’m freezing,” you tell him. You weren’t really all that cold, but wanting to get away from this room where he’d almost literally created his sealed fate. Dean picked up on your hurry, and nodded, grabbing the boxes he could along with the Christmas tree and following you back into the warmth that awaited in the cabin. You didn’t really take a breath until you were back in its warm enclosure. 

Dean dropped his boxes on the ground, coming up and taking yours from you before slipping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight into him. 

“You okay Y/N,” he asked after you finally returned his hug, holding on to him like he might disappear in front of you if you let him go. 

“I’m fine,” you lie, but Dean saw through it, he knew you all too well, he knew that seeing that had bothered you even though you were trying to hide it. 

“Hey,” letting go of you he pulled a glove free of his hand with his teeth and placed it to the side of your face, making you look up into his astonishing green eyes. “I’m still here, and I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon.” 

You nod and lean your head into his chest as his fingers glide their way through your hair and calm your racing heart a little. 

“Tell you what, that’s enough adventure for tonight. We can decorate tomorrow, right now I’m going to make you some Winchester Surprise for dinner and we can get drunk and prank call everyone that’s stone age enough to still have a number in the local phone book there.”

You hadn’t expected that, but the thought of Dean calling someone and asking them if their refrigerator was running had you cracking up in spite of yourself. Just like that, all the bad melted away as his lips pressed lightly to your forehead, and removed your jacket for you. Just like that, he chased away the bad memories again, leaving only a peace you had never felt until this moment in its wake. 

Sure the two of you had both been through your share of hell, in Dean’s case literally, but you had never seen it until right then how much you needed him and how you weren’t willing to live without him. He was your person, and you just wished you could be his. 

Even though the past tried to drag itself back up to haunt you, standing in the kitchen with Dean and helping him cook his favorite meal for the two of you felt so natural that you wouldn't have ended day 8 any other way. No matter what happened after Christmas was over, this memory would be your favorite of them all. Just you and Dean, being together in a rare slice of normal, what more could a hunter ask for?

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just thinking about the next time we get to perceive jensen and misha together in-person whilst they’re both in their post-spn and glowing* phases... this is fine, i’m fine** (*glowing tried to autocorrect to blowing, i’m not proud🤦‍♀️) (**this sparkly hearted anon is in fact not fine) — 💖

god i literally cannot wait...... they are going to just absolutely SPARK on stage, like!! imagine, after all that time??? we're gonna see the flames for sure. im just. (one of the) last time we got straddlegate and the selfie. pray tell what else are we gonna get once they get back out there again........... *cough* making out on stage please *cough*

side note to my last ask: i also think that interview was filmed pre-mountain man beard era, mostly because jensen doesn’t look nearly as “hulking and muscular” as he did during the gish zoom. that said, even though i’ve no doubt he’ll have had his princess diaries style makeover by the time there’s any sort of in-person reunion i think he’d still be glowing, beard or no beard. 😊 — 💖

idkkkk because that other anon was pretty compelling!!!

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#5

What's upsetting me about the finale today is that not only did they kill Dean off because they couldn't think of a way to give him a happy life alive without Cas (and they're too cowardly to give them the happy ending), but they made it clear that in their eyes, Dean was the only thing standing in the way of Sam's apple pie life. Sam couldn't have his "happy ending" while Dean was alive so he just died instead. They really screwed Dean over in every way possible and acted like he got this sweeping beautiful end.

407 notes • Posted 2021-01-26 08:08:11 GMT

#4

Imagine if someone kissed Cas on the forehead? He would simply stop existing for a moment like he would be so overwhelmed with emotion that he'd surge the power to the entire city around him and everything would fall into pitch black darkness except him because he would be physically glowing

476 notes • Posted 2021-03-20 16:15:44 GMT

#3

this is so unfair this is so cruel to dean and to cas and to sam it's so unnecessarily awful dean didn't have to die he didn't have to be calm dying at 42 from a basic hunt gone wrong immediately after he wrought free will from the hands of god. he deserved peace! he deserved time to be with his friends and his family and to learn that he wasn't a hunter first and a person second! they stole that from him!

624 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 07:49:44 GMT

#2

secret evil 15x18 where dean, hopeless and scared, confesses his love for cas to him in that room. pours his heart out about how he wanted to say it in purgatory, he's wanted to say it for years but he's been so scared but this is the end and he needs to say it or what was the point? what's the point in being brave enough to save the world if you can't be brave enough to tell the guy you are in love with that you're in love with him? and as he says "and i am, cas. i- i love you. i think i always have" the empty creeps up and winds around cas' body, engulfing him in darkness before he can respond and he's taken away and the world is saved but dean doesn't know why. he told him he loved him and he was killed for it just like everyone he's ever allowed himself to get close to.

1482 notes • Posted 2021-07-22 14:27:52 GMT

#1

he posted it as a tweet, an instagram post, an instagram story, and a facebook post he's literally like

3103 notes • Posted 2021-09-09 16:35:48 GMT

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What I liked about purgatory was that there was no actual logic to the place. There is the barest attempt to make it make sense. Absolutely zero worldbuilding. It's not so much a place as it is a device to give Dean character development, first and foremost to bring him and Cas together.

910 notes • Posted 2021-03-25 13:10:04 GMT

#4

Okay so here are the tags I wrote on someone else's post about Dean running up the stairs to find really real Cas in 15x19:

#so I think about this a lot. Like if the Empty was falling apart and all the angels and demons were escaping #and Cas got out too #but it was rough on him and he was torn to shreds but he came to the bunker to warn them what was happening. And Dean opens the door to #find Cas all bloody and leaking grace #and Cas doesn't deliberately fall into Dean's arms #but he collapses and Dean catches him #and brings him inside. They're on their knees on the landing #Dean propping Cas up with a hand on one shoulder and the other cradling his face. And Cas is trying to tell him something about demons but #Dean isn't hearing it. He's just all #Cas what happened to you? What do you need? How can I help? And then Sam and Jack are there so Cas directs his warning at them instead and #they at least seem to absorb it. They share a look: and we thought things couldn't possibly get worse. #And they want to help Cas too #but Dean has that task monopolized #so Sam and Jack just hover. Dean is still asking #what do you need? How do I help you? Cas looks at him softly and says he just needs time to heal. And it's a terrible lie. #Dean is all whispered streams of 'no' and Cas #c'mon buddy. C'mon. I need you. I need you to be okay. I can't. I need you. Dean is a livewire he's unwinding he's fraying apart. #He can't have Cas again so close he's holding him #can't be holding him again just to watch him die again. But there's light spilling from Cas' wounds and his eyes are going unfocused #and there's a glow between his lips like the start of an angel blazing out. #Cas. Hey. You gotta be okay. You gotta look at me. Cas. Look. #And Dean kisses him. Unthinking. Sam and Jack are there but that doesn't matter. They don't say anything. They just watch in distress. #The moment Dean and Cas' lips part Cas is staring at Dean glossy eyed. And then he laughs weak and sputtering. #Hey. Cas #you gotta tell me how to save you. You can't. No. No no no no. Dean takes Cas' hand and presses it to his chest. You touch my soul #that'll heal you up right? #Cas tries to tug his hand away. Tries to say something about it being dangerous. Dean keeps it pressed tight against him. #Cas please #you gotta be okay. I need you. I can't. I need you. Cas. #And Dean kisses him again #as if he can convince him with kisses #as if he can pour his soul into Cas with his kiss. And then a glow does begin to grow between them. Weak at first #but it gets stronger #strong enough that Sam and Jack have to look away #strong enough to white out the whole room. And when it fades #Dean is pale and breathless but alive #and Cas is healed. He stares at Dean dumbfounded. Because he didn't touch Dean's soul. Dean's soul reached out and touched him. #the end #yeah I think about this a ton

931 notes • Posted 2021-11-12 17:58:20 GMT

#3

"Sam and Dean are fine as long as they have each other" yeah except for that time that Sam moved on to get with an army wife when he lost Dean, and the time when Dean was so depressed over Cas being dead he very literally killed himself, lol.

1138 notes • Posted 2021-09-15 22:30:05 GMT

#2

God bless everyone who sent feathers to the network during s7. I hope you ruined several people's days.

1476 notes • Posted 2021-09-26 17:43:54 GMT

#1

Surprised I haven't read a fic where Dean’s acting self-destructive and Sam tries to call him on it and tries to pull "Cas wouldn't have wanted-" and Dean laughs bitterly and says "Don't tell me about what Cas wanted. Cas didn't get what he wanted."

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envesseled (1 of 3): poker

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so. as you may have noticed, the last time we posted anything about envesseled (the claire-centric, claire-pov fic intended to follow jesse's fic cambion and ben's fic only human) was in 2013. did we forget about it? did we cancel it? is the verse abandoned? no, no, and no. we had a lot of stuff to rewrite to get the verse in the right place for envesseled, and then we got busy, and THEN there was a pandemic. but it was never very far from our minds, and now it is FINALLY time for this to be the next thing we post.

most of the fans of this verse have been with us for a very long time. for being so patient, and so supportive, we decided to post not one, not two, but THREE scenes from the in-progress envesseled, for everyone to enjoy, but especially for the people who were readers when we posted the last one (again, in 2013, eight entire years ago). we aren't committing to a posting date yet, but we are ALL much closer to the end of this wait than the beginning.

this particular scene is only mildly spoilery and doesn't have any major content warnings to watch out for, aside from a mention of the ticking clock on claire's grace. it also introduces the minor character patrick, from spn episode 5.07, who has been on our cast page for some time; finally you can get some idea of what (small yet important) role he might play in this story. there are two more previews after this before the night is over - we hope you enjoy them.

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Lucky for Claire, there's already a poker game in progress when she pushes the door of the pub open in a swirl of cold air. The man who wins the next hand looks younger than the others by far, though there's something about him that Claire can't quite place. He catches her eye across the bar and smiles around a toothpick as his compatriots grumble and wander away with their meager winnings.

"Room for one more?" says Claire, laying the sweetness on thick and her money on the table.

He waves a hand at the now-empty chairs. "I'm Patrick."

Surely he's faking that Irish accent; it's even more ridiculous than Jesse's Australia-Nebraska hybrid. And with the name Patrick, no less. "Amelia," Claire says, and pretends the accompanying flare of pain is only because she told a lie.

"Amelia," says Patrick, with an odd emphasis on the last two syllables. "You remind me of someone I once knew." He hands her a stack of poker chips and begins dealing out cards.

Claire leans forward so her braid falls over her shoulder and says, "How did you end up here, Patrick?"

He doesn't take the opportunity to look down her shirt, which is all the more irritating because she had half-hoped he wouldn't. "Luck," he says, snapping the k. He glances at his cards. "It's often on my side."

Lie. Claire doesn't often get such strong feedback from general statements like that, but this one burns. She ups her bet by more than she otherwise would have, careful to keep her voice neutral. "That must come in handy."

"Well, that is what we Irish are known for." He flips another chip onto the pile. "Ignoring the whole bit about the famines, of course. Pots of gold don't make very good eating."

Claire cracks a smile completely involuntarily, and brings a hand up much too late to hide it. Patrick quirks one eyebrow. His eyes stay on Claire's face for a long time, though, as his expression slides into something sadder.

She wouldn't, usually, but Claire asks, "Who was it?"

Patrick blinks, and the smirk is back in place like it never left. "Who was who, darling?"

"You said I reminded you of someone."

"She was a dancer." Patrick takes a chip from his considerable pile and spins it between two fingers. "Held herself like you do, especially when she was angry. Like if she didn't hold herself tight she'd float right up in the air."

Claire's muscles go even tenser when he says that, because he's not supposed to notice. "Raise," she says, dropping the chips in the pile.

Patrick exhales. "She wasn't much of a poker player." He puts his cards down, and slides them back into the deck before she can see them. "I fold."

Claire scoops the pile of chips toward her, stacking them carefully by value. Patrick's first bet this round was high, the highest he's played all game; why did he drop the bluff so fast? With this, plus the little extra hidden in her backpack, and if she's willing to eat vending machine food for breakfast—

The door opens, and a low hum starts up in the back of Claire's head. She knows who it is before Ben ever reaches the table.

"Claire!"

Patrick's eyes narrow the slightest margin. "Claire, is it?"

Fuck, and now she's been made, and he probably won't pay out and she'll have to sleep in a fucking snowbank because Ben Braeden can't keep his mouth shut. She opens her mouth the bare minimum required to say, "Leave."

She hears him settle harder on his feet but continues to stare at her cards. Patrick folded. She doesn't even have one pair.

"I know you don't forgive me yet," Ben says, and Claire breathes out hard. "But there's something Jesse and I need to—"

"I said leave, Ben," and she's turning to glare at him even though she wanted to play this cool. His cheeks are glowing red from being out in the cold, and a little behind him, far enough back to have a clear path to the door, Jesse's watching her too. When he sees Claire looking, his eyes drop to the floor.

"No, you don't get it," Ben begins, but Patrick interrupts.

"Is there a problem here?"

Ben seems to realize there are other people around, and he slides on his most affable grin. Claire can see how it's going to go, Ben charming everyone in a ten-foot radius, what a nice guy he is. Well, not if she gets there first.

"Yeah, there is," she says, savoring the lack of pain because it's true. "This asshole has been bothering me all night. I came here to get away from him."

"Oh, come on," says Ben, already rolling his eyes, but Claire said it loud enough that quite a few people heard her and some of them are starting to mutter. He notices, and ducks closer to her. "Look, Claire, can we just go?"

Patrick stands up. "I believe the lady asked you to leave."

Ben gives him a once-over. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I don't think you want to know the answer to that," says Patrick. His smile is not kind. "I suggest you be on your way."

Claire's not surprised to see Ben's jaw set at that. "Dude, this is so not your business," he says. "I know her, okay? We've been friends for years. I just want to talk to her."

Patrick bites a toothpick idly. "Think she can decide for herself who she wants to talk to."

Ben looks like he might be feeling stupid enough to throw a punch, but then Jesse is there at his side, one hand finding its way to the back of Ben's neck. Ben calms down instantly with Jesse touching him and Claire has been so, so painfully oblivious to never see this for what it was.

When Patrick notices Jesse his arms drop, and suddenly the air feels weird. "And who's your friend?"

"I'm nobody," says Jesse, though Claire would bet her pile of hypothetical money that his other hand is on the knife at his belt. "Just don't want to see this get out of hand."

Patrick looks at all three of them like links in a chain. "And did you not hear the lady's request, nobody?"

"Maybe you should stop talking for her, how 'bout," Ben retorts.

Claire appreciates the help, she supposes, but really what she wants is to be done with the displays of aggression and for everyone to leave her alone. "Go away, Ben," she says, and it comes out tired even to her own ears. He slumps a little deeper into Jesse's grip, and that's exactly the problem.

"Claire—"

"We're going," says Jesse, finally looking away from Patrick to catch Claire's eye again. He lowers his voice. "We'll be waiting outside."

"You'll be waiting a long time," Claire says, one parting shot for them to remember her by. "I do hope you two can find some way to occupy yourselves."

They both flinch, and Claire turns back to the table with bitter satisfaction in the back of her throat.

Patrick settles back into his seat, eyes still on the door. "You do have interesting friends."

"They're not my friends," says Claire. The lie burns like whiskey.

Patrick raises an eyebrow at her. "No? Then what are they?"

"We were playing," Claire says pointedly. When he doesn't move, she grabs the deck and starts to shuffle herself.

"I am playing," Patrick retorts. If he starts to go on about how you don't play the cards, you play the person, she might have to hit him herself. Instead he leans back and chews on his toothpick. "Let me see if I got it straight. You and Ben, you've been friends for a long time."

Claire places her bet, refusing to acknowledge that he's still talking. There's nothing impressive about repeating back what Ben let slip.

"And you're not one to make friends easily, are you, Amelia." She does look up at that, and Patrick, smirking, corrects himself. "Claire."

She deals the next card.

"So maybe you thought Ben was something special. But you didn't trust yourself with him. So you told him to wait."

"Raise," Claire says, and she doesn't even have that good a hand but she wants to clean him out. He won't stop fucking smiling.

"Some people would wait, you know," says Patrick. "Some people would wait a very long time."

Some while back Ben had told her, There is nobody else. Well. I'm nobody, Jesse said. Claire turns out her hand. "Triple sixes."

Patrick sighs. "You're letting me get to you, love. Can't play a good game if your mind's out that door." He tosses his cards onto the table in front of her. "Full house, and I'm guessing you could've used this cash. Quit while you've got any left." He drags the chips out of her reach.

Claire picks up his cards and the rest of the deck. "We're not done playing."

"All that ice isn't going to keep you safe forever." Patrick leans back. "Deal."

And because Claire is tired, and lost, and vindictive, she lets the cards slide through her hands with that special twist Ben taught her.

Patrick nudges a considerable pile of chips into the middle of the table. "Some free advice for you, love," he says, eyes dark. "Your life's too short to pretend you want nothing and no one to come near your heart."

Her grace flares up even before she can shape the words I don't. He doesn't know how right he is—Claire's life is looking very short indeed, these days, and nothing Ben or Jesse can do will put a stop to the invasive light eroding her body from the inside out. Her heart's probably toxic by now anyway.

Claire takes a deep breath and shows her cards, spades all in a row just like she planned. "Straight flush."

Patrick tosses his hand onto the table. "Four aces."

"What?" But there they are, even though Claire could've sworn she cut the ace of diamonds into the middle of the deck and buried the ace of hearts even further down. She locks her teeth as soon as the word escapes, but it's too late; his cold smile tells her he knows what she did.

"I don't like cheaters," says Patrick. He places a polished wooden box on the table and begins gathering the chips back into it, along with any chance she had of getting a hotel room tonight. "And you, of all people, ought to value honesty. Better luck next time, Amelia."

Claire clenches her jaw. She stands to leave—then Patrick catches her hand.

"I'm not doing this for you," he murmurs, and she feels the papery crinkle of fresh bills on her palm. She grips the money instinctively even as she draws back, other hand curling into a fist. No one at all is watching them. But Patrick just looks at her, an unsettling depth to his gaze. "You should tell him how you feel," he says, and releases her.

Claire pockets the money and bolts before he can change his mind.

[wayward-mikaelson]

His Little Sister

Word Count: 2041

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Jared, Alex, Rich, Misha (Mentioned)

About: The Reader works on the set of Supernatural where her big brother Jensen stars along side his best friend Jared. The Reader has developed a major crush on Jared. The Reader somehow lands a roll on the show. A role that plays Sam Winchesters love interest which big brother Jensen isn’t too thrilled about.

Disclaimer: Language, Angst, Mention of depression, Mention of car accident, Implied Smut

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"And...cut," Rich yells next to me. "That's a wrap! That was perfect!" I watch from the sidelines as he gets up from his directors chair. I watch as he makes his way towards Jensen and Jared. "Okay, now, I know it's late and everyone wants to get some sleep but, I want to run something pass you guys first." Rich pulls the two off set and outside. I look at the time on my phone and see that it's almost one in the morning.

"Want to head to my trailer for a drink?" Alex is next to me. He's still in his Jack outfit and still looking like a 16 year old boy who hasn't grown facial hair yet. He's been pinning after me for the last few years since I started working on the set of Supernatural. Everyone knew it too. Even my big brother, Jensen did. But I didn't feel that way towards Alex.

"Alex," I sigh. "Not tonight." I start to gather my things and make my way towards my brothers trailer. I normally stay at a hotel unless we have nights like this.

"Another time then?" Alex asks after me.

"She's not into you man," Jensen come up behind us hold some papers. "I could have told you that. I practically know who she's into." True, I think, but not this time. I couldn't tell him who it was because it was his best friend.

Ever since I started working on set, I saw Jared differently. He was no longer my brothers best friend to me. He was this funny and smart attractive man that smiled every time our eyes met. He even looks at me differently. Not the 'that's Jensen's baby sister' look. The look he give me always makes me blush. I would like to think Jared's into me but he was always going on some date with some chick.

"Sorry, Alex," I walk off with Jensen.

"It's all good," Alex walks off as well.

"You really should get back into dating," Jensen says handing me the papers in his hands as we walked to his trailer. "Anyway, we should talk about this."

I look at the papers. "It's a script," I say giving my brother a weird look.

Jensen wraps an arm around my shoulder. "Yeah, it's your script. The original chick who was casted as Opheila quit today. Rich and the others think you're perfect for the job."

I choke on whatever saliva is in my mouth. "My what?!" I exclaim pushing my brother away. "No! I haven't acted since my accident. And that was a year before I even took this job to help out on set."

Some years ago, I had a small but recurring role on the show Riverdale. In between filming and visiting home one day, I got into a bad car accident. My entire left leg was busted up and needed screws and rods. I was put out of work for months and my character on Riverdale was written and killed off. I was depressed because of it and then out of the blue Jensen pulled strings to get me back to work. My life was just starting to come back together and my limp was nearly gone too.

"I know," Jensen grabs my shoulder. "This could be your comeback. Give it a shot and if you don't like it, that's fine and Rich can suck my dick and get a new actress."

No one, and I mean no one, hyped me up and supported me and encouraged me like Jensen did. "Okay, here's to a comeback" I smile and Jensen pulls me into a hug. "Why did Rich want to talk to Jared as well?"

Jensen was quiet for a few minutes. "Well, this character we've been told, becomes a love interest of Sams."

I stop walking. "I see," It's a good thing it's dark because I can feel my face burning. Hot. "How does Jared feel about that?" I'm genuinely curious.

"Oh he's cool with it," Jensen continues to walking. I can tell that part of it is bugging him.

"And you?" I grab his arm and turn him around. "You don't seem or look to thrilled."

Jensen made a face. "I'm thrilled you got this roll. I've been dying to see you back in action acting again. I mean look at you. Beautiful and that limp you always complained about is gone. I just am having a hard time seeing my baby sister and best friend get friendly on camera."

I laugh out loud. I'm sure it's the fact that I am God awfully tired. "It'll be our characters getting close, not us." I hook my arm into his and we walk the rest of the way to the trailer.

"Rich is giving everyone the weekend off so we can focus on these lines." Jensen holds the trailer door open. Filming will start on Monday."

"Oi, that soon? Guess we get some sleep and start first thing."

Over the next few weeks, I learned more about my character. Ophiela, was also a hunter who hunted with the Winchesters a few times in the past. She and Sam also had a nice fun filled night before they lost contact. Turns out my character was going to be in the remaining season. Which to my surprise Jared was excited about. That kind of confused Jensen and made me blush hard that I had to find a way to hide my face from them all.

Getting back into acting wasn't hard. Acting with Misha around was hard. I never wanted to strangle someone so bad for purposefully trying to mess me up. I started to feel more and more myself behind the camera and delivering lines. Jensen even mentioned to me one night that I was getting that glow in my eyes when I acted. Rich was even impressed with my acting. About a month after taking the role and making it my own, we are about to wrap a scene where Sam and Ophiela are arguing. Our on set chemistry was fire. Everyone loved it.

Jared slams a book on the bunker set table. "What happened if we got there too late and found you dead?"

I lean over the table. "Then I would have died, Sam. You can't control that. Hell you can't even control your temper when it comes to my safety. Now if you will, I am going to wash off this hunt and go to bed." I take a few steps and Jared grabs my upper arm. "What the hell, Sam?"

"You don't see it do you," Jared starts to pull me towards him. Knowing whats going to happen, I can't help but feel nervous and giddy all at the same time. Jared has me up against his chest sweeping loose hair from my face. "I can't loose you." He cups my face and starts to pull me close when something loud crashes in the distance.

"Uh, sorry, about that," Jensen says picking up whatever he knocked over. Jared and I step away and I see irritation on his face.

"That was so perfect!" Rich whines from the directors chair. "Jensen, dammit, you need to be more careful." Rich comes around the corner. "I guess we pick this up tomorrow." Then he leaves.

"I'm going to go to my trailer," Jared walks off and I feel his hand slip out of mine and I realize that we had still been holding hands. I watch as he walks away.

"I really am sorry," Jensen says standing next to me. I look at him and I don't see a single regret about the incident on his face. He did that on purpose. That bastard.

"What the fuck, Jay?!" I ask pushing him. "The scene was going smoothly and it was perfect and you ruined it." I storm off leaving Jensen staring after me with a confused look on his face.

I walk way passed the trailer I share with Jensen. I walk pass Misha's trailer, Alex's trailer, and so on until I find myself standing at Jared trailer door. My heart is pounding as I hesitate to knock on his door. I don't what possessed me to go to his trailer but here I am.

"Jared," I knock on his door. "It's me."

The door opens and there stands Jared. In a t-shirt. "Hey," he says with a small smile. "Is your brother around?" The way he said brother confirmed he is just as irritated with him as I am.

"No, he's on set still or going to the local bar," I smile. "Can I come in?" Jared's small smile gets bigger. He steps aside and I walk into his trailer. It's neat and clean. I've only been in here a few times for only a few minutes. "I'm sorry, my brother can be a real dick sometimes." I say sitting on his small couch.

Jared grabs two beers, opens one and hands me it. "Yes he can be," He takes a sip of his beer. "The scene was perfect and going so smoothly." He sits next to me. I can't help but look the muscle in his arm that was close to brushing up on mine.

"It really was," I take a drink of my beer. "Our characters were about to have an amazing moment." I glance at Jared who's looking at me with those same eyes he was giving me on set.

"They can still have that moment," I see Jareds hand slide towards mine and without thinking I take hold of it. "Just without a camera." He adds taking his thumb and rubbing it my hand.

I blush and smile. "They totally can," I manage to out in a whisper.

Jared starts to lean in towards me. My heart is racing so I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Jared's head meets mine and he rests there breathing deeply. He's as nervous as me. I open my eyes and see he's staring deep into them. It's like my soul connects with his. It feels right. It's perfect. Licking my lip, I tilt my head up and press my lips to his.

The moment that they touch, every part of my body turns to jello. Jared lets go of my hand to cup my face and hold it to his. When his tongue pushes pass my lips and starts to explore my mouth, the beer bottle in my hand slips out of my hand and onto the floor with a loud clang. I pull back to pick it up but Jared pulls me back to him.

"Don't worry about that," I hear him set his beer down and use that hand to pull me onto his lap. Both legs rest on either side of his. I feel his erection pressing through his jeans and mine. I relax more of my weight and roll my hips against his. With a small but deep growl, Jared's lips land on mine again. Picking me and setting me on the small trailer counter.

I wrap my legs around him to keep him between me. I feel him press himself firmly into my jeans and I can feel how wet I am already for him. I moan into his mouth as he does it again. Jared pulls back and whips his shirt off. I do the same and unclasp the bra I am wearing. "You like what you see?"  I ask as Jared stares at bare chest.

"Do I?" He leans in and brushes his lips from my cheek to my ear where he nips just below. I suck in a deep breath. "I fucking think it's beautiful." He wraps his arm around me and carries me to his bed where he plops me down on the bed. He stares down at me as he takes his pants off. "Now, why don't we see how quiet you can be while I fuck you hard into this mattress."