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Come Back Down, Part 21

Title: Come Back Down, Part 21

Warning/Rating: NC-17; For graphic smut, hand job (male receiving), cussing, description of mental illness.

Word Count: 4,879

Summary: Recovery is not easy for Jensen. It involves sitting still and ‘resting’ which pretty much adds up to anxiety and feelings of failure. Depression weighs heavily on him as he contemplates the past month.

A/N: Thank you, @tas898, for reading through this and reassuring me that it wasn���t complete crap! Also for pushing me to post the damn thing. I super appreciate your support, Twinsie!

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I’d been home for about 2 weeks now and had barely even left this room. Despite being drugged up to the gills for most of it, I was starting to lose patience with everyone. Mom had, of course, been insufferable and over attentive which was both annoying and guilt inducing. I knew there were preparations for her favorite holiday to be done but she was too busy checking on me every thirty minutes. Which, was an improvement because up until a couple of days ago, it had been every five.

It was a crazy concept to me, when I thought about it, but Christmas was only less than a week away. The two weeks I’d spent in hospital had seemed to drag on and on, but it turned out that hospital time goes a lot slower than real time.

The time I spent hospitalized was anxiety inducing, especially with my parents and their superpower of smothering the fuck out of me. My family had come to an agreement of a different schedule when I finally lost it enough to need more iv Ativan.

They were only allowed to come in one person at a time. My parents traded of the morning and afternoon shift. Josh, Mackenzie and Jared had each come to visit and take a ‘shift’ that I found unnecessary since I had a very attentive nurse. She came quickly when I had to break down and push the button but she hadn’t tried to make small talk. She was there to get down to business.

Then there was Y/N. She mainly took the night shift, after my parents and I had put our foot down that she needed a shower and at least 5 hours of sleep that she wouldn’t get if she stayed glued to my side 24/7. Selfishly I wanted her to stay with me and scare off my parents with her haunted eyes. But, she truthfully hadn’t recovered from me scaring the ever loving fuck out of her and she needed sleep and food.

So now, even though I was feeling pouty and ready to hunchback my healing ass out of this room and to the nearest bar, I stifled it. Earlier in the week, I’d half heartedly tried to convince her to go home to Wyoming. I told her she didn’t have to stay to take care of me when she had so many things to do at home. The argument was pointless, like arguing with an especially grumpy mule. I tried to let the guilt bog me down. I tried to convince myself that I was not just uselessly just putting her life on hold, and many of the cast and crew were ‘home on break’ until we had a full cast to work with.

So much guilt. Forever with the guilt.  

Unfortunately for me, she was also extremely perceptive. She always had been, and she knew with just one look that I wasn’t handling the bed surfing part of my recovery well. If I were honest with myself, I would admit that the appendectomy had scared the fuck out of me too. But, it seemed wrong to voice that when everyone else had been terrified too. I was damn relieved that she hadn’t listened when I told her that she should go home.

She knew from experience how much of a pain in the ass I could be when I wasn’t feeling well. And, like I’d said before, we’d been there for each other through a large variety of situations. Like, the time I’d gotten mono from making out with Anna McDowell the summer before senior year.

Y/N had been the only person home because she was visiting over her break. Dad was off filming a part in some sitcom that filmed in Vancouver. After I had assured Mom that Y/N and I could behave and would be fine alone, she had reluctantly gone with him.

My throat had been brutally sore and I’d felt weighed down like I could sleep for days at a time. I’ll just say that mono had made the bad cold I’d had back in Cheyenne look like the sniffles. She made sure I drank plenty of fluids and took my medication. She would even bring me popsicles if I didn’t bitch too much. I know I definitely tested Y/N’s patience that first week of summer. It was one of the many times that solidified the position she held in my life as my favorite person.

Now, things were a little different. We weren’t just two teenagers trying to get by anymore. She never gave me any inclination that she ever planned to run like hell. I’d tried to get used to the very real possibility that dealing with all of this was just too much for me to ask. How could such a friend stay in my life for so long? Especially when they were picking up pictures of her and putting them in the gossip magazines?

My life was already spilling over into hers and I hadn’t made anything official. I’d gotten comfortable with what we had, but now I had to consider the possibility that she wouldn’t want the kind of life that was constantly being observed underneath a microscope. Not that I could completely begrudge Danneel for going off the deep end, but I knew I was going to get some backlash for that. That meant that Y/N might get backlash, too. Some of my fans had tagged her as the ‘other woman’ years ago before I’d wizened up.

My sad effort to keep these worries and some others under wraps and my problem alone had failed. She’d tried to cheer me up by offering me my favorite foods or letting me watch whatever I wanted, but the truth was that I was going fucking stir crazy. I didn’t want to sit still so that my abdominal internal sutures could heal properly like the outside sutures were headed to a lot quicker than I had thought. To be honest, it was getting a little itchy which just added to my discontent.

To be fair, I recognized that it was my own damn fault that I’d landed in this situation. If I hadn’t been such a hard headed dipshit, I’d be back on set by now.

On top of that, I couldn’t help but think about Danneel and the fake pregnancy. I still hadn’t been able to give her what she wanted. It still stung more than I was prepared for, even though we weren’t together anymore. Our divorce had caused her to suffer a psychological break, or so her brother had informed me in a very angry, violent conversation over the phone right after I’d been released to go home.

I’d spoken to Danneel’s mother yesterday and she’d informed me that Danneel was receiving treatment closer to her home town in Louisiana in a much nicer, if a little bit professional tone. The doctors there thought the break was due to the imbalance of hormones in her system caused by the fertility treatments she had been having. Oh, and stress. For some reason, Danneel’s mother took pity on me. She mentioned that even though stress didn’t help the situation, it had played a very small part in comparison to the fertility treatments and her unsuccessful attempts at conceiving a baby.

I still couldn’t quite let myself off of the hook, even having been pardoned by her mother. As soon as I was healed enough to drive, I planned on making time to visit with Mrs. Graul and maybe even Danneel if she was ready to have visitors. I knew all too well that the divorce was solid this time, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling of being responsible for pushing Danneel closer to the deep end. She might have meant to harm me, but I would’ve never wished her any real pain.

Y/N was still furious with Danneel who had confessed to running her off the road and into the ravine. A dark, unpopulated ravine that she’d been at the bottom of for nearly a week. Add on top of that the vandalism of her barn, and Y/N had every reason to press every charge possible, but she’d dropped them when she found out that Danneel wasn’t mentally well. She’d told me right before bed the night before that she didn’t want to make a bad situation worse. Plus, it was kind of hard to point fingers at someone who’d had such a hard time adjusting that they had a meltdown.

Once the media got a hold of the story, some negative Tweets and articles had already been released. Some of the Supernatural fandom were not very happy with me. They blamed me for Danneel’s mental break, and I couldn’t say I blamed them. The suits at the CW said not to worry, that the negative press would settle soon. They’d even tacked on that my drama had actually benefited the show being renewed. Bad attention, is still attention. Ugh! I felt used, but at least the crew would still have a job the longer they stayed on tv.

I sighed, feeling the tension building back up in my chest. It had only been momentarily alleviated by Y/N’s earlier animated conversation about how beautiful our hometown was. As she’d leaned into my shoulder, and nowhere else because I was a fucking china doll, she’d reminisced in a way that didn’t completely depress her. It was new, this lighter side of her talking about childhood hang outs and memories of us as high schoolers.

No matter how many times she returned to Dallas, and even though my parents had moved to a new house a few years before, the first couple of days always hit her like a sledgehammer. Especially if she tries to talk about her family. Now though, she seemed relaxed and happy to be here. She’d come back upstairs a couple of times ready to discuss a conversation that she’d had with my parents. There were little tidbits of information that she’d never known about her mom until my Mom had shared with her.

Maybe I’d be able to summon the inner strength to ask her what had changed.

She had disappeared about an hour ago and the book I was trying to read wasn’t holding my attention for longer than 5 minute increments.

Ever since I’d arrived home I’d been battling the nervous, possibly manic energy that was buzzing beneath my skin the longer I was forced to sit still. There were so many things that needed to be done for the show and I’d had to fight with both my Mom and Y/N so that I could leave to do voice work next week. They’d eventually given in when I told them that it was going to be done locally and for short amounts at a time. Even being able to do voice work in the very near future didn’t really quell it.

The crew had made changes as soon as they knew my recovery would be extended. They had left me out of several scenes and used my stunt guy to fill in where they couldn’t. I hated the strain this put on my friends.

Singer had tried to comfort me with the fact that it was only a couple of episodes and then they would break for Christmas. I wasn’t comforted. I hated anything that would possibly take away from the shows full potential and the family that was there.

You’d think the nervous energy would be completely cancelled out by the depressive episode of gargantuan proportions. It was obvious with my unwillingness to get out of bed or eat or to bathe myself with anything more complicated than a baby wipe down. I could actually feel myself sinking deeper and deeper, even with taking my antidepressant regularly. I could recognize it but I couldn’t do anything about it without feeling overwhelmed and defeated.

I had been at the end of my rope a few nights ago and finally caved. I told Y/N a shortened version of what was going on with me, omitting my worries about her because I didn’t want to give her more things to worry about. She had listened patiently but she hadn’t tried to soothe me with putting her hands on my face or giving me a look of pity.

She chose a scientific explanation that put me at ease faster than a generic, ‘I’m sorry, baby.’ She’d simply explained that sometimes anesthesia and the sedatives would mix up the normal balance of brain chemicals. That I should just try to take it easy until they balanced themselves out, but I didn’t know just how much more I could take.

Bored by the book I was trying to read and filled to the brim with hopelessness, I fell asleep. Sleeping was my only escape. It was the only way I could stop the voices in my head telling me how much I’d fucked up. That I was letting everyone that I’d ever cared about down.

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I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep the next time I woke up, but it was a pleasant wake up. Y/N face was leaning down so that she was eye level, a private smile on her face and a little blush on her cheeks. It looked like maybe she had been able to be outside for a little while and gotten some sun on her face.

“Hey.” She whispered like speaking too loud would disturb the room. As I slowly became more conscious, I noted that she’d opened the blinds to let some sun it. It glowed brightly against the beige carpet in the room, reflecting an ethereal glow on her face.

“Hey.” I croaked, lifting a hand to push the hair hanging in her face behind her ear. She leaned down a little further to kiss my nose and then my lips, bringing a small smile out.

“I’ve run a bath for you.”

And… the moment was gone. “A bath?” A bath required energy. A bath meant I’d need help getting in and out. A bath sounded terrible.

“Yeah.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, probably seeing my face fall. “I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is stay awake.”

“I don’t want you to do all the work.” I grumped, groaning quite dramatically as I sat up. “I don’t want you to have to do anything.”

“Would you rather your Mom helped?” Dirty. She played dirty. She deduced the answer by the appalled twist to my expression. “Maybe we could have a little fun.”

I lifted an eye brow in question, wondering if Y/N had lost her mind while I’d been sleeping. It was a tiny bit enticing but absolutely not while my parents were still in the house. That would just be weird. Plus, I wasn’t exactly in shape to be doing acrobatics in the garden tub.

“Your parents are gone shopping for some last minute Christmas things. They’ll probably be gone…” She checked the phone she’d been carrying in her right hand. “For the next two hours.”

And, there went most of my excuses.

I didn’t cave one bit, my face a study in extreme grumpiness, as she walked close beside me while I hobbled into the upstairs bathroom. Even as I saw the bath tub full of bubbles and surrounded by a couple of candles that had to be left over from Mackenzie, I remained against this whole thing. It was one thing for me to help her shower all last summer. It was completely another for her to do the same.

I loved her and I wanted to be her safety and her security. I couldn’t very well do that while she was washing my ass for me.

To Y/N’s credit, she never lost the smile on her face or the genuine care she put into getting me into the tub. Which, if I were in the mood to be honest, it wasn’t as complicated as I’d thought it would be. It didn’t even hurt as much as I thought it would, but I still would’ve preferred some damn baby wipes or a sink bath to this. I could already be napping again by now. I was already a little breathless from the ten feet I’d just crossed to get to the bathroom.

A thought occurred to me as I got lost watching her take her clothes off, neatly folding them up on the counter next to what I assumed were my clean clothes. (Because I hadn’t even thought about grabbing any) But, maybe she was pushing this bath because she was tired of sleeping next to someone that (maybe, possibly) didn’t smell too fresh. The reasons didn’t even really matter that much. I was in the tub now. Might as well be fucking clean.

“Sit up a little.” She helped by pushing my shoulders forward and then slipped in behind me, her legs spread wide to frame mine. “Okay, now lean back.” I carefully leaned back and despite my issue with being the little spoon, I had to admit that it felt good. I closed my eyes and breathed deep, the water gently lapping around us and her arms encircled around my chest so I wouldn’t slide down.

This was nice and quiet, the firm hold around my chest chased a bit of the crazy anxious feeling away. Y/N knew exactly what I was doing and the possibility of her not knowing hadn’t crossed my mind besides being a grumpy asshole.

I didn’t even have to move when she began soaping my hair with shampoo, using a cup to wet my hair and then rinse it. I begrudgingly had to admit, if only to myself, that having my hair washed felt fucking fantastic. I relaxed further, humming as I let my full weight lean against her, as she massaged my scalp with firm fingers.

Her chuckle vibrated against my back, making a relaxed smile slowly spread on my lips. “You and your hair.”

I cocked an eyebrow even though she couldn’t see it, “What do you mean, ‘you and your hair?’” My voice grumbled an octave or two deeper because I was on the cusp of falling asleep.

“All anyone has to do to wipe that grumpy look on your face is put their fingers in your hair. I’m not sure you can have your hair cut in public with the noises that you make. You might get arrested for being indecent.”

“What?” I tensed up a little, only because what she was describing wasn’t very manly at all. I couldn’t help the character traits that I held to so rigidly. “I do fine in public thank you very much.” I had evolved since I’d grown up in Texas and made sure to never extend anything but support, especially to those that chose to challenge the world’s expectations and dared to be exactly who they were. I admired their strength, but I was still stuck living by my Dad’s southern expectations and it was a lot easier to be understanding of someone else than it was to be understanding of myself.

“Shhh…” Her fingers slid down to dig deeply into my intensely tight neck muscles after she’d rinsed my hair thoroughly. I instantly forgot what I was ruffled about. “I didn’t mean to get your hackles up, Ackles. You’re still a big tough guy if that’s what you want to be.”

She got a grunt in response, mostly because I didn’t want to get into another discussion about how I hold myself to too many rigid self-expectations. Oh yes, she had made her point several times, but I just couldn’t stop. The anxiety that I’d been trying to fight since childhood always managed to make me fixate on my flaws. All through Days of Our Lives and Dark Angel, I would spend hours rehearsing and trying to have my line delivery perfect. When I would lay down at night, all the times I’d failed would keep me from sleeping well, including the time I’d failed to get a big part in the kindergarten play. I took a big breath and let it go, relaxing back into her warm, soft body.

I let myself drift in and out of consciousness, letting her hands wash away all the eck that had built up while I was laid up. Y/N had clipped her nails short so that she could massage my skin as she washed everywhere thoroughly, pushing the painful toxins and leaving me basically a pile of jelly. Damn it felt good. She cleared her throat, a tell that she had something important to say, and I braced myself for what would come next.

“You can’t do this to me again, okay?” She began to whisper, her warm breath and lips tickling the back of my neck and setting off goosebumps as she swiped the wash cloth over my healing incision. I hummed in answer, trying to maintain this relaxed state for as long as possible, but let her know I was listening. “You get a free pass for this one, but anything after this, there will be consequences.” I grunted, unable to conjure up enough energy to form words. “I won’t be able to handle it again, Jay. I never wanted to be close to anyone after my parents. But then, there you were. I will never be able to survive a day without you alive on this Earth somewhere, and that terrifies me.”

The sound of her sniffling brought me back to Earth, her words processing clearly. I laid my head back, held up by her shoulder as I searched blindly for her lips. My eyes were still closed as I instinctively found them. I was afraid if I opened my eyes that she would see the fear in mine as well. Not because of her threat of retribution and consequences, but the horrifying thought that if something happened to me she wouldn’t survive.

They were salty from tears when she pressed her lips against mine. I turned the kiss into something needy, something that expressed the vulnerable thing inside me with her name on it, without words. I wanted to pull her into my lap and hold her close but the internal sutures kept me from moving very much at all.

“M’not goin’ anywhere.” I pressed the words into her willing lips, my tongue easing in to glide over her teeth and then battle for dominance with her tongue.

“Okay,” she whispered on an inhale, her fingers teasing my happy trail below the surface. I was already responding to her kisses, my dick already filling with blood and half hard. I couldn’t help the grunt that was muffled by our lips when her fingers lightly grazed me. My eyes squeezed closed even tighter against the emotion that was stirring turmoil in my chest. The bath and the tease of something more made sense now. She wanted to put her hands on me to feel me alive and well. How could I ever have thought I’d be strong enough to begrudge her that.

From then on her touches were done with more intent, her fingers teasing my shaft only to go lower and gently roll my balls and hold them in her palm. I was gonna be a quick trigger and I couldn’t even bring myself to feel self-conscious about it. I hadn’t even put my own hand on me since a few days before my surgery. I hadn’t even thought of this since I’d been home, too distracted by the pain.

But, fuck if it didn’t feel good now. I was already panting hard, my head feeling dizzy from my short breaths and limited oxygen intake. I tried to turn around so that I could touch and taste more of her, but she stopped me with her hands pressing firmly against my pecks to keep me still. “Stay like this. This is just for you.”

I didn’t like being the only one on the receiving end. I got a lot of my pleasure from watching her feel good. I loved how responsive she was. I loved the noises that she made and how she would finally just let go and feel it. However, I had to admit that what she was doing, the being in control? Fuck, that was hot, too.

I finally had to stop trying to kiss her, leaning my head back and tucking my nose into the crook in her neck just so that I could breathe her scent into my lungs. I felt her other hand leave my side a moment and the sound of a thick liquid being squeezed from a bottle. It didn’t really register until her hand was slicking up my cock with a lubricant. It was oil based so that it didn’t wash off right away, removing the friction that water made uncomfortable. The warm, wet sensation was overwhelming and I couldn’t help the groan as I pushed my face further into her skin.

This time she didn’t tease, sensing my urgency in the twitch of my hips, her hand firm as she began pumping with purpose. I was already desperate, my breath started to get caught in my throat and hitch in my chest.

“Relax, let me do all the work.” She whispered like a dirty, dirty porn star and put pressure on my hip to try to keep me still. The action resulting in a moan from deep in my throat, a thrill of pleasure crawling up my spine. Fuck it was hot that she was bossing me around a little.

She would bring me right to the edge, my toes curling in the water, before she’d ease off. I could hardly stay still or hold in the vulnerable moans that echoed in the acoustics of the bathroom. I couldn’t help but to thrust into her hand as much as she would allow, planting my feet and trying to get the most out of every single one. To keep from sliding down, my hands were leaving finger print bruises as I gripped her thighs for dear life. Fuck!

“Oh, fuck. Oh, god-. …gonna… Sweetheart, I’m gonna-. Oh, fuck!” When she finally let me come it felt like months’ worth of come was dragged out of me in long, hard pulses. My balls clamped down so hard that they were actually sore when I could bring myself to give a fuck. To be honest, I didn’t know what I said, my mind blown and focused on just one thing, babbling the words that just rolled out of my mouth without a filter. There may have been curse words or multiple praises for unknown deities and moans that might’ve sounded like I was dying. All I really knew was that my throat was a little dry when I could finally focus on the room.

The orgasm had turned my entire body into jelly, my legs and arms were like limp noodles. I hissed through my teeth, my dick still very sensitive, when she washed the lubricant off with a warm, soapy wash cloth. God, as much as I’d complained and tried to convince Y/N that this wasn’t a good idea, I had to admit to myself that I had been wrong.

Even though I had been a grumpy ass, she had still been able to take care of me so completely that mixed in with the orgasmic haze was a hell of a lot of gratitude.

Getting me out of the bath tub and dried off would probably be a funny story later, but I was too relaxed to care. I could feel the dopey smile on my face as Y/N laughed at me while I leaned almost my entire weight into her side. “Whoo…” We listed to the left and to the right a little because my brain was mostly out of the building.

“Alright, chuckles, hang on for me for just a minute longer.” She kind of sounded like I was probably killing her back, but my center of gravity depended on her.

When we finally made it safely to the bedroom and into bed, she took great care as she tucked me in. She pulled the comforter up to beneath my chin and dipped to kiss my lips one more time.

It was pure luck that I was able to work my hand and to grab onto her shirt before she could get up to leave. She returned the big, dumb smile I could feel on my face. “Stay.”

The amused smile on her kiss swollen lips turned soft as she answered me with a kiss to my forehead. “Okay.” I watched blearily as she ditched her blue jeans and bra, climbing and snuggling up close next to me in just a t shirt and her blue lace panties. She laid up against me, but put her arm over my chest to avoid my incision, tucking her face beside mine, sharing my pillow. “Love you.”

I pressed my lips into her forehead, staying there as I fell into a few deep, quality hours of sleep. “Love you, too.”

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[atc74]

Will you be recommending anyone that isn’t a friend of yours?

I feel that is a fair question. If you look at my rec lists, do you see a lot of my bestie, @just-another-busy-fangirl? Yes, you will, because she is an amazing writer. And @iwantthedean, you will find her there multiple times as well, because she is incredible at what she does (and look...I don’t even rec all of their stuff). I brought together a small group of writers last year and yes, I do reblog their stuff because that group is about support as much as it is about writing. Continued under the cut.

But you will also find a lot of people I am not ‘friends’ with on these lists, meaning those that I do not talk to on a regular basis. @hannahindie @pinknerdpanda @lipstickandwhiskey @crispychrissy @arazialotis @oneshoeshort @roxyspearing @jotink78 @not-moose-one-shots @tngrayson @queen-of-deans-booty @ilostmyshoe-79 @sofreddie @littlegreenplasticsoldier @georgialouisea @torn-and-frayed @frickfracklesackles @muchamusedaboutnothing @revwinchester @saxxxology @masksandtruths @emilywritesaboutdean @winchester-smut @babypieandwhiskey @nichelle-my-belle @kittenofdoomage @rizlowwritessortof @deanssweetheart23 @teamfreewill-imagine @hollygopossum @percywinchester27 @cleverdame @acreativelydifferentlove @ravengirl94 @becs-bunker @growningupgeek @karlee-fay-my-wayward-son @impalasutra @manawhaat @evansrogerskitten @wayward-oneshots @jensensjaredsandmishaslover @mrs-squirrel-chester @jayankles @supernaturalismalife @winchestersnco ... and this is just the last two months of fic recs. 

As for the author recs - people send me blogs and that is how I actually found @crispychrissy @hannahindie @ravengirl94 @deanssweetheart23 @roxyspearing @pinknerdpanda and a lot of those others in the list above. You see @iwantthedean on my list today, but someone picked her for me to rec. 

I can go on, but I think you get the point. Do I favor some people? Maybe. But my goal is to build others up and that is the whole reason behind why I do recs. I discover new writers every single week! That is how I made those friends that you pointed out in your ask. I, actually, made a new friend in the last couple of weeks in @crispychrissy, over a hidden Billy Joel lyric in one of her fics. I reached out to her in the form of a reblog, commenting on it. That is how you make friends here. 

Do I rec everything I read? No and I read A LOT.  The story doesn’t even have to be well thought out, it can just be a tiny little drabble that grabs my attention. The story should be is well written. Minimal spelling and grammatical errors. I get tagged in several fics each day and no, I don’t read them all because of how they may be written, or the characters (for questions on who I do read/write, see this post). Pieces that are not well put together are hard to read; they are distracting, no matter how good the premise may be. 

My advice if you, anon, are a writer and are tagging me in things and I don’t rec them; get a beta, preferably one that is not a friend. Friends tend to hold back because they don’t want to hurt your feelings. I was not friends with @just-another-busy-fangirl when she became my beta. Now, we are friends, yes, but she also knows that I won’t hate her because she made a suggestion on how I can write something better. That is kind of the beta’s job, to make you (me, anyone) a better writer! 

I know this got a little long, but I am a wordy bitch and don’t care. Bottom line and moral of the story here is 1) make friends and 2) get a beta. 

Happy Sunday people!

[butiaintgonnaloveem]

Okay friends.

I’d love to take a crack at this, but I’m a slow writer and am not quick-witted enough, but I know I’ve got a few friends who are.

This fun little thing is happening not too far from me and I think it’s hilarious, and it just screams fanfic to me.

So, anyone up for writing Sam and Dean into these shenanigans?

In case the link doesn’t work, here’s the text...

MANITOWOC - In what some view as a harmless Halloween festival and others as a satanic celebration, the first Windigo Fest will take over the streets of downtown Manitowoc during the first weekend in October.

Jody Dubinsky, owner of Treasures in downtown Manitowoc, said this festival is darker than it seems on the surface. She became concerned when her own research turned up old Native American tales of a creature called the windigo, sometimes spelled wendigo, which eats human beings and devours their souls, particularly young children.

She said she was also concerned about the dates of the festival, Oct. 6-7, adding up to 13, a number associated with evil, and the parade going backward on Eighth Street, an action she said would welcome the devil.

“When it is portrayed as a Halloween festival, my concern is that there will be families with children partaking in these events,” Dubinsky said. “I have nothing against Halloween, but you’re not going to see Superman or little princesses at this festival. You’ll see ghouls and goblins.”

However, Dawn Dabeck, owner of Dead by Dawn Dead and Breakfast and one of the masterminds behind Windigo Fest, said there people will be dressed as princesses and demons, and everything in between.

“It’s just going to be a whole lot of fun, and we … are encouraging people to dress up and come down and have fun and have drinks and eat and be crazy and safe,” Dabeck said. “We are not looking to cause any problems in Manitowoc. I have been doing Halloween for a long time … there is nothing satanic about any of this stuff. It is just pure Halloween fun.”

Dabeck said she uses the windigo figure because it hasn’t been overused or popularized and so makes it easier to brand as a Manitowoc specialty.

“It could have been any figure that wasn’t already overused. … We can brand that and make it Manitowoc’s own,” she said. “‘Manitowoc’ is a Native American word and so is ‘windigo.’ It’s a Great Lakes thing.”

The event includes a costume contest, a blood drive by the Red Cross, parade, pall-bearer relay, horror film contest, “dark arts” display and contest, and musical performances by The Badpiper — a finalist in Australia’s Got Talent — and Road Trip.

Dabeck said the dates for the festival were chosen because it was the first weekend in October and didn’t conflict with any other area events. She said the idea they were chosen because of the correlation to the number 13 is ridiculous, since the festival will land on different dates each successive year.

As for the parade, the only reason it is going the wrong way — starting at Bank First National at 402 N. Eighth St. and ending at the festival grounds on Franklin Street — is so the participants will end up at the festival, Dabeck said.  

“This is not a satanic parade, we are not walking backwards, we are just going the wrong way down the street,” she said.

Dubinsky and several other Manitowoc citizens spoke against the Windigo Fest at the Sept. 19 city council meeting, saying the festival would welcome Satan into the community.

Dubinsky said she and many others have convened for prayer meetings to pray about the festival. She encourages families to do their own research about the festival and make the right decision for their children.

“Don’t come down here unless you know what this festival is about,” she said.

Treasures will be closed for business Oct. 6-7, the days of the festival, in a show of non-support for the community event, Dubinsky said.

Windigo Fest has received widespread support from the community. In addition to the more than 20 sponsors listed on the website, the Windigo Society — a local non-profit focused on improving tourism in Manitowoc — has received a $13,000 Discover Manitowoc grant from the City of Manitowoc Room Tax Commission and a $5,000 Joint Effort Marketing grant from the Wisconsin Department of Tourism.

“We are thrilled to support a creative new event that infuses modern Halloween traditions with regional folk history,” said Tourism Secretary Stephanie Klett in a press release Sept. 28 from the Wisconsin Department of Tourism. “Windigo Fest is a fun way to attract new visitors to Manitowoc and create a positive economic impact for the community.”

Dabeck said she loves Manitowoc and feels tourism is especially important to the downtown area. She said she plans to continue to organize the festival each year and hopes it will grow to be an attraction for visitors to the area.

For more about Windigo Fest or for the schedule of events, visit www.windigofest.com

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[notnaturalanahi]

Friday Recs! Week 32

PREVIOUS WEEKS

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Someday I’ll catch up... *sighs*

Drabbles

Somebody Else [Dean Winchester] by @queen-of-deans-booty

Beautiful [Charlie Bradbury] by @wwe-spn-twd

Clingy [Jensen Ackles] by @dancingalone21

Movie Night [No pairing] by @one-more-spn-fan-girl

Imagines

Imagine Dean stopping you from killing yourself [OFC- Dylan] *TRIGGERS* by @one-more-spn-fan-girl

One Shots

Frying Pans  [Susprise pairing] by @megansescape

What The Lightning Sees [John Winchester] by @evansrogerskitten

Fast Learner [Dean x Krissy] by @just-another-busy-fangirl

Three’s A Crowd [Daddy!Dean] by @roxyspearing

Nothing Unsaid [Wincest] by @ravenangel33

Hunting & Hurting [Dean Winchester] by @supernaturallymarvellous

There’s a Time and Place for Everything [Deaged!Dean] by @queen-of-deans-booty

Devil May Care [Dean Winchester] by @dreamingintheimpalawithdean

Yes Ma’am: Trust Me [Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki] by @4401inc 

The Beauty Underneath [Lucifer] by @wayward-mirage

Series

Unspoken - chapter 15 [Jensen Ackles] by @wheresthekillswitch

Saving Lives - part 10 - TIme To Talk [Doctor!Sam] by @purgatoan 

Ozone - part 9 [NSFW series] by @helvonasche

Three Wrongs Make A Right - part 5 - Good Taste [Dean Winchester] by @winsister91 

The Angelic Reject - chapter 3 [No pairing yet] by @oneshoeshort

Star Cross’d - part 1 [Alpha!Dean] by @quiddy-writes

Try to Understand - part 4 [Alpha!Dean] by @butiaintgonnaloveem

Collide - part 11 [Dean Winchester] by @hollygopossum 

Break A Little - part 6 [Omega!Dean] by @sis-tafics

How I Met Your Brother - part 2 - Want [Megstiel] by @purgatoan

Heart Of a Hunter - Act II - chapter 7 [Dean Winchester] by @muchamusedaboutnothing

[eridanusco]

Cocktails and Tattoos

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Cocktails and tattoo needles are NOT a good idea.

Word Count: 172

Warnings: Language

A/N: This is for Weekend Writing Marathon’s Flash Ficlet Birthday Prompt! Happy first birthday! Also thanks to @treefrogie84 and @sevindeadlysins for helping me with my first non-angst fic.

 Groaning, I go to throw my arm over my face to block the sunlight- and encounter something warm and solid.

“Motherfucker,” I grumble. “Knew I shouldn’t have gone to the bar last night.” Peeking around my hand, the first thing I notice is a mop of brown hair almost as long as mine.

“No,” I mutter to myself. “Couldn’t be.”

I ease out of bed, not wanting to wake him. Creeping to the bathroom, I stumble as I mutter to myself. “How the hell did I get in bed with Sam fucking Winchester?” This is just what I get. Go to the bar, have a few cocktails, and go home with the man who almost ended the world a time or two.

Flipping on the light, I ease the door closed. As I turn to start the shower, my reflection catches my attention.

“Fuck me!”

On my upper arm sat an elaborate portrait of the man who was currently asleep in my bed.

“How in the hell am I supposed to explain this?”

Tags:  @dreamwritesimagines, @fangirlofeverythingme, @abbessolute, @seenashwrite, @angeldesaray, @freedominwriting, @skybinx-blog, @waywardimpalawinchester, @samwinchesterseyes, @deanwinchesterforpromqueen, @mamaredd123, @whispersandwhiskerburn, @elyshakate, @eyes-of-a-disney-princess, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @sis-tafics , @mogaruke, @notnaturalanahi, @docharleythegeekqueen, @charliebradbury1104, @arryn-nyxx, @fangirl1802, @claire-of-the-country, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sumara62, @pinknerdpanda, @emilywritesaboutdean, @sgarrett49, @doro7winchester, @myplaceofthingsilove,  @bcr36,  @ravenangel33, @trexrambling, @the-devils-prophet @im-most-definitely-fangirling, @feelmyroarrrr, @mac5323, @captainemwinchester, @hannahindie, @deansdirtyduchess,    @cantsleepian, @yasstoeverygirloutthere, @evansrogerskitten, @winchesterprincessbride, @kdfrqqg, @hexparker, @tas898, @supernatural-girl97, @hollygopossum, @fightmenegan, @donnaintx, @brewsthespirit-blog, @supernatural-jackles, @bethbabybaby, @atc74, @notmoose45@fandomismyspiritanimal, @anticipate1003, @sofreddie, @oneshoeshort, @myoutletforfanfiction, @boxywrites, @babydanixox, @qu3en-of-letters,  @samisimportant, @nightmare-in-plaid, @extreme-supernatural-lover, @maddieburcham1, @masksandtruths, @mandilion76, @roxyspearing, @spnbaby-67, @karlilarki, @moonlessnight14,

[mamaredd123]

“Shred Some Hearts” Master List

Here’s the complete list of super angsty, rip your heart straight out of your chest and then shred it into a trillion pieces, make you drown in rivers of your own tears, fics.

I can’t thank everyone enough for joining my challenge. I was moved, pissed off, depressed, sad, angry through each and every one of them (of course, all in a good way!!). You all deserve awards for writing such heart break and making the Shred Some Hearts Challenge a sucess!

Come celebrate Angst Appreciation Day that our lovely @percywinchester27 and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing have hosted. Come celebrate all these wonderful fics and make sure to bring a case of Kleenex!!!

And please, for the love of all that is sacred, leave some feedback for these writers!!!! Tell them how much they hurt you, made you cry, tore your heart apart! As a fellow angst writer (or a wanna be angst writer) I relish in the comments when y’all tell me how much the fic moved you or how it made you feel. I know, for me, that is the ultimate inspiration to keep writing!

@ithinkimadorable-67    �� Even If

@revwinchester    Dean’s Note

@hannahindie    Hard To Say I’m Sorry

@winchesterhunters67   Now or Never

@relmi-llorrac    Watch the pieces fall 

@kael-the-author    The End Of The Line

@wi-deangirl77   Tin Man

@authoressskr   It Ain’t Me

@marvelbase001   It's Always Been You

@katymacsupernatural    Scared To Be Lonely

@docharleythegeekqueen    What You Lost

@deanandsamsbitch     Grenade

@demondeanismybaby      Those Eyes

@roxy-davenport       Better Now

@wordstothewisereaders     Even If

@mamaredd123     You Might Be Sorry

@skyewrites-maybe  ( @youre-my-grxvity )     Grenade

@evansrogerskitten   Like I’m Living

@crowleysdemonknight      Failure

@samanddeanssiren    Here Without You

@hollygopossum    Swept Away (part 1)

@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid    Stay

Thank you all for joining and writing such heartbreak!! You all rock!!!!!!! 

[hollygopossumlovesj2]

Thermostat War

Inspired by this photo posted by: @justjensenanddean <3

Warning/Rating: PG-13 for cussing and a little violence; comedy, borderline crackish

Word Count: 2,426 (This was supposed to be a drabble. Its now a one shot. hehe)

Summary: Jensen arranges for he, Jared and Misha to share a cabin close to the ‘on location’ shoot. He figured that it would save a drive in the morning and would allow for more sleep. He belatedly realizes his mistake.

Hollygopossum’s Master List

Sharing a cabin close to the next on location filming had been Jensen’s idea. He already dealt with Jared and Misha on a daily basis. How bad could sharing a cabin one night possibly be? He’d take some Benadryl if he had to. Surely they could be adults for just one night?

He was wrong.

To start with, everyone had been tired from a long night of filming the night before. The car ride over to the next location had been blissfully calm. Jared had brooded quietly with his ear buds in and Pearl Jam jacked up so loud that Jensen could actually pick out lyrics.

Misha had contorted himself into what Jensen considered a pretzel in the passenger seat but didn’t put anymore brain power than necessary trying to figure out a better description. Misha spent the entire car ride like this, humming to Jared’s music and reading a book entitled Tantric Orgasms.

Fortunately, Cliff was used to everyone’s habits by now and had learned to tune them out so that he could actually concentrate on the road. Which Jensen felt was a good thing because the longer they were on this road, the curvier it became.

Lastly, Jensen also tried to perfect his talent of tuning everyone out while reading over some emails that contained business information for his new brewery. Once he realized he was reading the same sentence from the same email he had been trying to read for however long, he cleared his phone screen and let his head lull back on the seat.

Once they arrived at the cabin around 2am, their dinner was prepared and waiting for them. Well, Jensen supposed that it was probably more appropriate to call it breakfast, but his tired brain tossed that idea out. He grabbed a few rolls and several pieces of ham and cheese.

To be honest, he didn’t even have the energy to make himself a sandwich. So, while he unpacked his necessities for tonight and the next day of shooting, he ate the individual pieces. He was shoving the last roll in his mouth as he stripped all his clothes off except for his boxers and fell face first into bed. If Jensen was being honest, he wasn’t even sure if he was awake to finish chewing and swallowing his food before he fell headlong into slumber.

It was fair to say that Jensen was a heavy sleeper. He had learned to get sleep when he could. Whether it was a ten-minute break between filming balled up in his chair or on the ten-minute ride home, he’d learned to make the most of his time.

So when he woke up, freezing his ass off, it was fair to say that it was a rather large disparity in temperature since he’d fallen asleep. Which meant that someone had screwed with the thermostat.

Jensen rolled into a sitting position with a groan, his joints popping and cracking as he went. It took him a moment to wake up enough to put one foot in front of the other and find the thermostat.

There was a seriously grumpy twist to his features as he hobbled down the hall way with his socks sliding halfway off of his feet and his hair tufts sticking in all directions. Jensen squinted in the low light, trying to read the setting. “Fucking… Damnit, Jared! Fucking feels like a goddamn ice box in here. 60 degrees. Jesus.” He grumbled in a harsh whisper, quickly moving the temperature up to 75F. That was a reasonable temperature in his mind and he promptly fell back into bed, crawling beneath the covers.

Two hours later…

When Jensen woke up the second time, the red numbers from the clock on his nightstand read 4:32 am. His mind quickly supplied that it was two hours before the time they needed to be up and taking a quick shower. He was actually shivering beneath the heavy quilt that the cabin owners had provided. His teeth were chattering for fucks sake!

Again, he stomped out of the room in grumpy, rumpled and now freezing disarray, and to the thermostat that was now set on 55 degrees. “Mother fucker…” He wasn’t very careful with the thermostat as he turned it up to 80F. “See how Jared likes that.” He grumbled down the hall, headed back to bed. He checked the closet for extra blankets and piled them on the bed. Thinking that when it finally warmed up from fucking 55F, he would shed the blankets off.

An hour and a half later…

The third time he woke up, he could swear he had fucking snot icicles in his nose. He stared down the red numbers that said 6 am in a very ‘displeased with his current situation’ squint. It was 30 minutes until they needed to be awake and getting ready. Jensen was livid. He snatched up his blankets and a pillow, turned the thermostat up to 85F and stretched out on the couch to wait.

15 minutes later, after the cabin had finally begun to warm up and Jensen was starting to dose off, there were heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

Jensen squinted into the dark, biding his time while he silently watched the hulking, lanky culprit starts to adjust the thermostat.

“Fucking Jensen. Jesus, it’s a goddamned sauna in here. My fucking hair is soaked!” Jensen heard Jared muttering harshly, confirming the identity of his enemy. There was no point in going back to sleep now. There were only ten minutes left of quality sleep before he’d have to be in the shower.

A sunrise shoot, they said. It’ll have a great effect, they said. Jensen felt like they could shove their sunrise shoot at the perfect angle up their asses. He didn’t care that they were his bosses. At the moment, he didn’t care that the director felt this shot of the last scene of the last episode of the season would increase the feelings of nostalgia. Screw nostalgia and screw Jared Padalecki.

“You hot natured stubborn son of a bitch!” Jensen yelled out a war cry before tackling Jared to the ground, but he didn’t manage to pin the sweaty man before he rolled. Sweat dripped from Jared’s face onto Jensen’s shirt as they struggled on the ground, bumping into furniture and walls.

Jensen saw a point of weakness in Jared’s wrestling hold and put all of his weight from dislodging it and getting the upper hand. The move, sloppy because neither one of them was completely awake, knocked down a lamp and sent some coasters falling to their doom. In the background of things falling loudly to the mahogany hard wood floors, several grunts of discomfort and frustration could be heard.

It was hard to tell where each of the noises came from as the boys (ehem, grown men, actually) continued to battle senselessly for control of the wrestling match and control of the thermostat. Which, if Jensen or Jared had even stopped to think about it, there was no point in victory that would allow the victor 2 minutes in their desired temperature. They would be getting ready for work soon.

Jared was difficult to hold on to with all the sweat, or at least that’s what Jensen told himself when Jared wiggled out of every hold. “Ugh, you’re gross! What did you do? Slather yourself with self-tanning lotion?” Jensen growled as Jared’s wet hair slapped him in the face. “Fuck!”

“I wouldn’t be gross if you weren’t trying to roast me the fuck out of the house! It would be more comfortable sleeping outside! Fucking 80 degrees, really?!” Jared with his long limbs finally wound around Jensen with a successful hold around his chest and neck. They were almost face to face, Jensen being on head space down, glaring at one another with the deepest amount of disdain possible for a war involving the thermostat.

“Lemme up, damnit!” Jensen growled right before Jared shoved Jensen’s face into his sweaty, stinking arm pit in retaliation. “Oh mrgd! You uckin’ ackash!” Jared smiled vindictively as Jensen continued to yell muffled insults at the top of his lungs as he struggled which only proved to make Jared laugh more. “’othser uckser… ucks!”

“What in the hell?” The light turned on abruptly, making both of the boys squint uncomfortably in the direction of the stairs. Well, Jared assumed Jensen was squinting because his face was still shoved in his arm pit.

Misha was on the bottom step, standing with his hands on his hips and a scowl firmly in place. The expression made Jared think momentarily that Misha’s expression was like Castiel’s when he was informed that he would have to poop when his grace was taken. You know, when he was forced to live like the rest of humanity? “What the fuck is going on?” Misha’s hair was a rat’s nest. His black hair was sticking up in all directions, paired with a look that either Castiel has smelled poop for the first time or some other human, vulnerable activity, made Jared’s chest heave with suppressed laughter.

As he acknowledged that this play was futile, Jensen began elbowing Jared in the gut with all his strength. The hold Jared had him in made it awkward to even be able to land a blow. Plus, by the time Jensen finally landed a jab, Jared was already prepared and tightening his abdominals against the impact. “Fuschin, ssssshow -ff!”

Jared laughed at his friend’s muffled cussing and feeble attempts to break free. “He started it.” He finally answered after he could get the sleepy delirious laughter under control. Childishly, he pointed his finger at Jensen who was now starting to thrash around rather violently, kicking his feet and narrowly missing the coffee table that had managed to stay standing through the entire affair.

Jensen was extremely frustrated because he couldn’t get any traction on the floor due to the socks he was wearing. After he struggled for a little while longer, his brain finally came back on line from being sleep deprived (and now quality oxygen deprived) just in time to play dirty. A pained yelp, followed by several creative curse words could probably be heard all the way into the next fucking city.

Jared immediately let go as Jensen, who had managed to work his hand between them, twisted the fuck out of his nipple. Jensen showed no mercy and it occurred to both of them that this was why the never pitted themselves against each other. It always ended up with someone having a black eye and a bruised as fuck nipple. Jared’s nipples were sensitive, damnit!

“Ha!!” Jensen was exultant while taking big gulping breaths of non-pit stain or onions. “Purple nerple for the win, bitches!” Jared was giving Jensen pouty puppy eyes as he massaged his abused, probably seriously bruised, tender nipple. The fucker was like a starving crab, his pinschers unforgiving to delicate flush.

Jared suddenly thought of a conversation that his Mom had with his sister, Megan, when she was sixteen and just finding out that she couldn’t necessarily tweak people at school like she did with her brothers. My Mom had said, as I had lingered in the doorway looking for black mail material to keep Megan from getting too bratty, “You must treat them like cotton candy. Breast tissue is very sensitive. …You mustn’t let anyone abuse your breasts.”

Megan had replied with a sentence that made my Mom feel like she’d been heard and that Megan understood. I’m pretty sure, Megan the ever naughty little sister, did not restrain herself.

You must treat them like cotton candy…

“You sound like a sixteen-year-old girl, you ass.” Jared grumbled as he came back to the present situation. He found that he’d reflexively used his hands a shield, in case Jensen decided to be handsy again.

He looked ridiculous.

Jensen was now delirious and crowing laughter as tears started to appear at the corner of his eyes. To be honest, if you’d asked him in that moment ‘what are you laughing at?’, Jensen wouldn’t be able to tell you. He’d just seemingly lost his fucking marbles.

“What the fuck?” Misha shook his head, the entire time massaging his temples with his eyes closed as he attempted to wake up enough to deal with this shit. He finally stopped to look at each of his coworkers, the people that he called friends and colleagues. “Idiots.”

Jensen was still laughing and Jared was still pouting five minutes later, the temperature of the house headed towards a Death Valley heat wave. If these morons were going to continue to lose it, he was going to actually do something productive while he tried to remind himself why he still really wanted to play Castiel. He tried to remember why he would subject himself to this kind of crap daily.

He sighed heavily as he turned the thermostat down to 70 degrees. The boys were not paying him any attention as they laughed and squabbled between themselves. Internally, Misha wondered how a 35-year-old and a 40-year-old man could possibly raise children when they were still children themselves.

“What a bunch of fuckwits…” He grumbled affectionately as he then turned towards the direction of the bathroom. He was expecting another childish fight over bathroom time and intended to nip it in the bud. Right before he slammed the door, he yelled, “First shower’s mine, assholes!” He smiled maniacally at the groans of disapproval ground out on the other side of the door. “That’ll teach you. Dicks.”

Needless to say, Jensen and Jared’s day did not start off very well. Nor did it get any better for all three of them. Through the entire day, Jensen and Jared could be seen throwing each other glares promising retribution. While Misha looked on from a safe distance, still baffled as to how these men were actually raising part of the future.

Misha thought that the boys were lucky that they had their looks. Otherwise, they wouldn’t even begin to be able to maintain a job in the real world. As the day dragged on, Misha began to notice that Jared and Jensen were back to spending time together between takes. They even took a late lunch together with the crew, not one wrestling match to be had.

So, when they were finally allowed to go home for the day, all was forgiven until the next time a thermostat war was declared. Then? Misha shuddered to think of it.

Tagging: (Forevers) @perpetualabsurdity, @maileann, @daydreamingintheimpala, @gecko9596, @gemini75eeyore, @jotink78, @dancingalone21, @winchesterprincessbride, @sandlee44, @exploratiionist, @arryn-nyx, @littledarlinhavefaithinme, @tiffanycaruso, @boredoutofmymindstuff, @feelmyroarrrr, @raeganr99, @ruprecht0420, @anokhi07, @letsgetyourdeanon, @sis-tafics, @callmesatansprincess, @atc74, @ryansgirl5509, @notnaturalanahi, @keepcalmandcarryondean, @sea040561, @just-another-busy-fangirl, @uniquewerewolfsuit, @ria132love, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @pretty-fortune, @butiaintgonnaloveem, @justanotherdeangrl, @weasleywinchester, @easelweasel, @akshi8278, @tas898, @mandymoiselle1970, @pansexualmeteorite, @silver9mm

[trexrambling]

Through Your Eyes - Masterlist

Overview: Who you are, how you see the world, you never imagined that someone else, someone you've never even met, could be affecting each and every moment of your life. But one day, he's suddenly there. One day, you're introduced to a world that you've only caught glimpses of, that you've known your whole life without ever truly understanding. And after that one day, your life is never the same.

A/N: This series is based off a movie I found recently that I absolutely loved the concept behind: In Your Eyes. I'm not following the main plot line, just using the general idea. This series won't have a set posting schedule, but I'll do my best to write for it as often as I can find the time. I'm pretty excited for what's to come :) I hope you guys join me for the adventure.

Chapters

Part 1 

Part 2

Part 3 

Part 4 

Part 5 

Part 6 

Part 7 

Part 8 

Part 9 

Part 10 

Part 11 

Part 12 

Part 13 

Part 14

Part 15

My Forever Lovelies: @wheresthekillswitch @pinknerdpanda  @emilywritesaboutdean @ruprecht0420 @arryn-nyxx @jotink78 @hiimaprofessionalfangirl @super-not-naturall @aiaranradnay @percywinchester27 @hannahindie @rosie-winchester @nanie5 @feelmyroarrrr @mogaruke @escabell @mrswhozeewhatsis @katymacsupernatural @deanssweetheart23 @oneshoeshort  @claire-of-the-country @greeneyesinlaceandangelsgrace @keelzy2 @angelsandwinchesters @writingmisha @canadianjelly @findingfitnessforme @luulaachops @tas898 @221b-cfordwrites @allonsy-yesiwlill @keepcalmandcarryondean @ravengirl94 @hollygopossum @charliebradbury1104 @rda1989 @mrsbatesmotel53 @hexparker @hennessy0274-blog @dixonpotato38 @mickey-m399 @autopistaaningunaparte @fandomismyspiritanimal @anticipate1003 @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @boxywrites @sylverminx @captainemwinchester @watermelonfruitsalad @4401Inc @darthdeziewok @amionthetumbler @smalltowndivaj @supernatural-girl97 @sujuvixxo @imgetting2old4diss @karlilarki @amanda-teaches @dean-winchesters-baby @supernatural-dean67 @queencflair @babypieandwhiskey @impala-dreamer @kristaparadowski @dancingalone21 @mjdoc90 @thebikiniinspector @jeanjeaniethings @ja9erz @easelweasel @masksandtruths @blushingdean @dontslurp @paigebellabliss @deanandcassiefan @sandlee44 @obsessivecompulsivespn @poukothenerd @michellethetvaddict @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @theoutlinez @blackcherrywhiskey @jensensjaredsandmishaslover @fanfreak07 @cassieraider @there-must-be-a-lock @moosesamdeancasbees @oh-balls-you-idjits @speakinvain

Dean only tags: @akshi8278 @kathaswings @rockgoddean @carribear31 @daydreamingintheimpala @brindz30 @green-eyed-hunters @castianityislife02 @torn-and-frayed @aubreystilinski @polina-93

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 4

Onve again you guys have blown me away with all of your fics. Thank you to all the super talented writers who has chosen to play along with this. And welcome to all the new ones wanting to join in the fun from now on.

This week’s duedate is Wednesday June 21th - 8pm CET/2pm EST.

Let’s recap the rules shall we?

- Everyone can join in!

- You can write as much or as little as you want.

- All actors, characters, ships, types of readers, ocs are allowed. As long as it ties to SPN we are good.

- AUs are welcome also

- Two prompts are given each week. You can use both or just one or you can write a fic for each. You can skip any weeks you’d like as well. All optional.

- Mention the challenge in the A/N and use the hashtags #SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 AND # SPN HWC - WEEK 4 within the first five tags

- You can tag me but I will not promise I will read nor reblog all of them.

If you want on the Weekly Masterpost you have to post by 8pm CET/ 2pm EST Wednesday the 21th of June and add your fic to this doc, where it fits!

Any Questions feel free to send me an ask.

PROMPT 1 (Dialouge prompt):

“ You’re supposed to talk me out of this ”

PROMPT 2 (Gif prompt) :

Link to entry doc (just in case): https://docs.google.com/document/d/15K4LRG4ppCLdn8xfgxLIWlP3nYriVAz4Y0e9WB24wng/edit?usp=sharing

Wanna get on the weekly prompt taglist? Add yourself here:

Challenge taglist: https://goo.gl/forms/6Y8hXcRnVBA95hyO2

Challenge Taglist

@mrswhozeewhatsis @summer-binging-spn @deals-with-demons @notnaturalanahi @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @the-awkward-writer @iwantthedean @percywinchester27 @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @jpadjackles @thevioletthourr @emilywritesaboutdean @wideawakeandwriting @im-most-definitely-fangirling  @Abbessolute @im-proud-of-us15 @torn-and-frayed @supernaturallymarvellous @hollygopossum @kittenofdoomage @im-proud-of-us15 @melonshino @i-made-myself-do-it @allfandomxreader @percussiongirl2017 @aiaranradnay @damnandriel-in-hell @flufy07 @kayteonline @curliesallovertheplace @deansleather @goody2shoessmut @d-s-winchester @sis-tafics @revwinchester @thelocalunicorn @howmanytuesdaysdidyouhave @barbedwireandbubblegum @idreamofhazel @docharleythegeekqueen @jalove-wecallhimdean @rizlow1 @winchestersnco @one-shots-supernatural @just-another-busy-fangirl @sassy-losechester @whovianextrodinare @canadianjelly @milady-tevinter @lynnebla @ruprecht0420 @atc74 @sunriserose1023 @imagining-supernatural   @alangel1895  @im-a-light-child @super-not-naturall   @lucifersxvessel @falling-for-fandoms  @ria123love @spn-traxx @georgialouisea @pie-not-cake-you-assbutt @chestfever @winchesterprincessbride @sprinkleofhappinessuniverse @katymacsupernatural @roxy-davenport

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Random Questions

Rules: Answer the questions honestly, gut reaction. (Oh, and all the questions are listed below the cut for easy copy/paste action, just fyi…be nice and do this for others if you repost.) Then: Tag people you want to get to know on a weirder level. 

Tagged by @hollygopossum to do this. First one on Tumblr haha, so we’ll see how it goes: 

1. What’s the most surprising thing that you DON’T like?

I can’t stand like regularly sized tomatoes, but I love cherry/grape tomatoes

2. When making a PB&J, do you spread on peanut butter first, or jelly?

Definitely peanut butter. Always peanut butter

3. If you had to bathe in a food substance, what would you choose?

Something like cream or honey. Idk why. I think it’d be cool but then really sticky and messy. 

4. How would you go about hiding a dead body?

Depends on how it was killed. If it looked like it could have been an accident, then ditch it in a Dumpster. If it was clearly foul play, then either strip it down and wipe for fingerprints or dissolve in acid. 

5. Would you rather always be sneezing or always have the hiccups?

I sneeze a lot, but when I do hiccup, you can hear it twenty feet away...

6. If you had a pet dinosaur, what would you name it?

Petra. 

7. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would you choose?

Probably avocado, assuming i could add spices/salt and stuff. If not, then...bread? Chicken? Salted caramel?

8. Would you rather be 9 feet tall or 2 feet tall?

Two feet! 

9. How would you describe a rainbow without using colors?

That thing that’s in the sky after it rains. 

10. What is the best sandwich?

Grain bread, toasted. One side avocado, one side cream cheese. Smoked salmon and slices of hardboiled egg. 

11. What’s your favorite pick-up line?

Would you like a kiss? (If they refuse, pull out a bag of Hershey’s kisses)

12. What is your Foot Personality?

Grumpy and old, usually needs to be covered up in something nice to be presentable enough to go outside. 

13. If you could create the next holiday, what would it be called and how would people celebrate it?

Market day. Kinda like Portobello market or something, but city/nationwide. Everyone goes out and sells wares in the streets, sometimes food, other times clothing or antiques. 

Others to tag... @bovaria, @sis-tafics @trexrambling. No need to do them if you don’t want to. I have so much respect for all of your guys’ writing :) 

1. What’s the most surprising thing that you DON’T like?

2. When making a PB&J, do you spread on peanut butter first, or jelly?

3. If you had to bathe in a food substance, what would you choose?

4. How would you go about hiding a dead body?

5. Would you rather always be sneezing or always have the hiccups?

6. If you had a pet dinosaur, what would you name it?

7. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would you choose?

8. Would you rather be 9 feet tall or 2 feet tall?

9. How would you describe a rainbow without using colors?

10. What is the best sandwich?

11. What’s your favorite pick-up line?

12. What is your Foot Personality?

13. If you could create the next holiday, what would it be called and how would people celebrate it?

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Angelina’s Best of September

September has been another busy month, as will be October, so I have been doing more reading than writing lately because of that. Feel free to tag me in your fics; I love hearing from new writers. Please keep in mind that I will not read everything. My preference is TFW, but I have a gigantic soft spot for Rob Benedict/Chuck. I only sail a few ships, so please do not be offended if I do not read or rec your stuff; it is a personal preference. I also do not generally do crossovers. If in doubt, send an ask!

What I did in September: 

Spread Too Thin

Looking For a Sign

The Greatest Fan of Your Life 

Fast Cars and Freedom - Part 2

Smut

Size Matters @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname (Sam x Reader)

Bare @saxxxology (Jared x Reader)

Definitely Doing That Again @just-another-busy-fangirl (Dean x Donna)

Like the Last Time @evansrogerskitten (Dean x Elizabeth)

The Pieces of Us @kittenofdoomage (Wincest)

As Long As It’s Love @impala-dreamer (Dean x Reader)

A/B/O Shock @reigningqueenofwords (Cas x Reader A/B/O)

Midnight at the Office @just-another-busy-fangirl (Sam Wesson x Reader)

Tangled @kittenofdoomage (Reader x TFW)

Holy Hell @mamaredd123 (Reader x TFW + Crowley)

Safe @saxxxology (Sam x Reader)

Fluff

Marry Me @ravengirl94 (Dean x Reader)

Spoiled @not-moose-one-shots (Sam x Reader)

Home @riversong-sam (Rob x Reader)

Coffee and Cakes @winchester-smut  (Dean x Reader AU)

Everything @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Dean x Reader AU)

Dean x Donna Drabble @roarrrrysfics (Dean x Donna)

Home @deanssweetheart23 (Dean x Reader)

Falling @luci-in-trenchcoats (Jensen x Reader)

When In Rome @not-moose-one-shots (Rob x Reader)

Bliss @deanssweetheart23 (Dean x Reader)

Casual and Comfortable @jayankles (Dean x Reader AU)

Vocabulary Lesson @masksandtruths (Sam x Reader)

Kiss Me @impala-dreamer (Sam x Reader)

You’re My One @supernatural-jackles (Dean x Reader)

Beyond Good @soaringeag1e (Dean x Reader)

Sam Drabble @wayward-marvel-sommer1196 (College Sam x Reader)

I’m Gonna Marry Her @saxxxology (Sam x Reader)

Outdoor Concert drabble@iwantthedean (Rob x Reader)

Flangst

Faithfully @torn-and-frayed (Dean x Reader AU)

Better Tomorrows @just-another-busy-fangirl (Dean x OFC Resa, Sam x Resa A/B/O SFW)

In A Crowded Room @not-moose-one-shots (Jensen x Reader)

We Can Do This @bringmesomepie56 (Dean x Reader)

Spider’s Web @kittenofdoomage (Dean x Reader A/B/O no smut)

Hope @wheresthekillswitch (Dean x Reader)

Home @saxxxology (Sam x Reader AU - contains light smut)

The Vow @frickfracklesackles (Sam x Reader) 

Enough @sis-tafics (Jensen x Reader - contains smut)

Smutty Fluff/Fluffy Smut

Grilled Cheese Saves Lives @bringmesomepie56 (Dean x Reader)

Dean Drabble @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps (Dean x Reader)

Forever Yours @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (Jensen x Reader)

Angst

Let’s Play Pretend @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms (Dean x Reader)

Midnight Confessions @whispersandwhiskerburn (Dean x Reader)

Untitled Destiel One Shot  @ialwayscomewhenyoucall (Destiel)

Once Upon A Time @pinknerdpanda (Dean x Reader)

Fluffy Crack 

Angel is a Centerfold @holytrenchcoatedsubtextchuck (Destiel)

Bring It Winchester @winchesterprincessbride (Sam x Reader - implied smut)

Series (most likely a lethal combination of smut, fluff and angst - HEED THE WARNINGS - links will be to the series master list unless noted) I know I have a problem and am following way too many series!

The Beginning at the End @wheresthekillswitch (Dean x OFC Alexis Reed)

Kill Zone @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Dean x Reader AU) 

Big Bad Dean Winchester @luci-in-trenchcoats (End Verse!Dean x Reader)

The Blessed and the Cursed @saxxxology (Sam x Reader A/B/O AU) NOW COMPLETE

Prints In Blood @kittenofdoomage (Sam x Reader A/B/O) COMPLETE

Undeniable Heat @katymacsupernatural (Jensen x Reader)

Pretty Flowers Are Made For Blooming (Dean x Sister!OFC - explicit) NOW COMPLETE

This Evergreen Love @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader AU) 

Into The Mystic @tankcupcakes (Dean x OFC Evelyn)

Our Little Secret @sis-tafics (Dean x Reader)

I Know Your Wife… @teamfreewill-imagine (Jared x Reader x Gen)

Summer Fling @supernatural-jackles  (Dean x Reader AU) NOW COMPLETE

Wild @just-another-busy-fangirl (Dean x Reader A/B/O)

Unspoken @wheresthekillswitch - Jensen x Reader or Jared x Reader? NOW COMPLETE

Not What He Expected (link to 1) @winchesterprincessbride (Dean x Reader A/B/O)

Stroke of Luck @percywinchester27 (Dean x Reader)

Come Back Down @hollygopossum (Jensen x Reader)

Don’t Speak @pinknerdpanda (Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader)

Salem @d-s-winchester (Misha x OFC Ophelia AU)

Stolen Moments (link to 1) @i-dont-do-rpfs (Jensen x Reader)

Just Once @arryn-nyx (Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader) NOW COMPLETE

The Road To Now (Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader) prequel to Just Once

Freaky Friday @hannahindie (no pairing)

Old Flames, New Sparks @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Ackles, Reader, RPF)

The Line @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname (Dean x Reader)

Record Year @not-moose-one-shots (Dean x Reader) NOW COMPLETE

Pick Up My Pieces @riversong-sam (Jared x Reader)

You Saved Me @impalaimagining (Jared x Reader)

My Savior @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (Dean x Reader AU)

Collide @hollygopossum (Dean x Reader AU)

Mystery Man @reigningqueenofwords (Dean x Reader) COMPLETE

Forward @blacktithe7 Jensen x Reader

Choices @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader) COMPLETE

Me & You @d-s-winchester (Matt x Reader)

Wands & Angel Grace @just-another-busy-fangirl (SPN/HP crossover)

Mommy’s Favorite (link to pt 1)  @impalaimagining (Doctor!Jared x Reader AU)

In The Deep End (pt 1) @kittenofdoomage & @winchesterprincessbride (Sam x Reader A/B/O)

Just Another Case @whispersandwhiskerburn (Dean x Reader AU)

Letters from The Dead @reigningqueenofwords (Jensen x Daughter!Reader)

You’re Mine, Omega @jensensjaredsandmishaslover (Jensen x Reader A/B/O)

My Bloody Sweetheart @luci-in-trenchcoats (Demon!Dean x Reader)

Time After Time @mrs-squirrel-chester (Dean, Steve Rogers crossover)

Blank Space (link to pt 1) @iwantthedean (Sam x Reader)

Hotel California (link to pt 1) @katymacsupernatural (Dean x Reader)

September Spotlight

Have You Ever? by @whispersandwhiskerburn - A truly spectacular Dean x Reader love story. We all know Dean isn’t big on words because we have seen it and we have written it. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t express how he does feel. Angel is a wondrously talented master of the written word. Go check out this fic and stay, because she will leave you in awe. 

Followed up with Have You, Forever

Cross My Heart by @deanssweetheart23 - When I finished reading this piece I was rendered speechless. I have come to expect nothing less from this amazing author that I only discovered a couple of months ago, and I am not disappointed. This fic will make you feel things in the best and worst ways possible. 

Tags: @iwantthedean @chelsea072498 @paintrider13-blog @d-s-winchester @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms​ @just-another-busy-fangirl @winchesterprincessbride @waywardjoy @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @mamaredd123 @ellen-reincarnated1967 @sis-tafics @deansdirtyduchess  @katymacsupernatural @tankcupcakes  @death2thevirgin  @wonderange @padackles2010 @smoothdogsgirl @meeshw777 @tmccarney @milkymilky-cocopuff  @ashstrom87 @zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat @scorpiongirl1 @gemini75eeyore @katewatso @cosmicpeanuthologram @jotink78 @l8nitl0vr @supernaturalyobsessed @memphisgirl1977 @bmcnally85  @ruprecht0420 @mskitty416 @theoriginalvicki @hexparker @nanie5 @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sandlee44 @fangirl1802 @moonstar86 @raylin19 @niamandthings  @feelmyroarrrr @kittenofdoomage @t-bear99 @hamartiamacguffin @colorfulobjectenemy @uttertrash--butlikecutetrash  @sammieb1127 @evyiione @you-didnt-see-that-cuming @moshingatthedisco  @winchestersmut  @alicat-life @mogaruke @cyrilconnelly @growningupgeek @charliebradbury1104 @evansrogerskitten @therewillbeblood @docharleythegeekqueen @megansescape @taste-of-dean​  @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala  @notnaturalanahi @jensen-jarpad @impalaimagining @fangirlextraordinaire @itseverythingilike @jesspfly @love-kittykat21​ @mrswhozeewhatsis @aiaranradnay @supernatural-jackles @samwinlover   @iamnotsaneatall @autopistaaningunaparte @blacktithe7 @emoryhemsworth @dracotomanddeansprincess23 @bringmesomepie56 @devilgirlsarah @spnbaby-67 @holytrenchcoatedsubtextchuck @emilycollins11 @myoutletforfanfiction@deansangelgirl @queencflair @mizzzpink @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel @kayteonline @anokhi07 @perpetualabsurdity @txp87 @akshi8278  @iamabeautifulperson18 @suzannebeaketa @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @deandoesthingstome @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @boxywrites @deansangelgirl @sparklesuperwholock88 @ericaprice2008 @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid   @flare-chan003

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Baby’s Big 50 Masterlist

Wow. Just wow!

It all started with this post, inviting folks to use a song prompt to write a Baby-centric fic in honor of her 50th birthday.

Thank you so much to each and every writer that participated. I am blown away by the interest in this writing challenge and by all the creative work that everyone contributed.

I hope you are able to set aside some time to go through and read these amazing pieces of work.

No Pairing:

Hello, I’m Gone @seenashwrite No pairing, a little angst and fluff, one of Baby’s adventures pre-Winchesters.

I Love You @purgatoan No pairing, Cas POV from 12x12, lil’ angsty

Sunday Afternoon @plaidstiel-wormstache, sort of Dean x reader, but not officially, fluff, angst, human!impala - don’t forget about Part 2 

To The Sound of Thunder @bcr36 Dean x Impala (not like that) kinda flangsty, sfw

Baby Deserves Respect @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms Impala feels during the Leviathan arc, sfw, sassy!impala POV

I Am the Passenger @deandoesthingstome Dean x Impala (again, not like that) mild nsfw moment

Hollow Sky @anotherwinchesterfangirl Sam-centric, sfw, poetic, nostalgic fluff

Practical Animism @seljepw No pairing, Baby’s POV, sfw, Baby’s life through Swan Song

An Ode to Baby @idreamofhazel short and sweet and full of love and details about the one and only Baby

My Baby @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname Drabble, Winchester angst with baby Sam and wee Dean

One Piece at a Time Chapter 1 @babypieandwhiskey Baby’s POV, Winchester feels, smidge of angst (so far)

Dean:

Daydream Believer @staticbirdy Dean x Reader, fluff

Daydream Believer @hollygopossum Dean x Reader, fluff, smut, angst

Wet ‘n’ Soapy @purplejellybean Dean x Reader, smut

Cursed Bridge @demonangelimpala Dean x Reader, tw: mention of suicide

It’s a Brunette Thing @notnaturalanahi Dean x Reader, sfw, crack

To The End of Time @impala-dreamer Dean x Reader, ANGST! (really lovely angst, tho)

Imagine...Showing Baby Some Love @luci-in-trenchcoats Dean x Reader, implied smut

The Best He Can @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Dean x Reader

With No Particular Place to Go @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba Dean x Reader, fluffy fluff

Get Into My Car @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Dean x Plus-size!reader, some derogatory language, smut

Save Myself @mamaredd123 Dean x Reader, angst, character death

Cruisin’ Together @chaos-and-the-calm67 Dean x Reader, drabble, fluffy sweetness

Curiosity Runnin’ Wild @littlegreenplasticsoldier Dean x Reader, stuffed with some fluff, humor, near-death experiences, and smut

Don’t Lie to Me @quick-act-supernatural Dean x Reader, Demon!Dean x Reader, some angst, then some fluff

I Know My Baby Better Than You Anyway @maximumkillshot Dean x Reader, fluff and smut

Sam:

Something Stupid @one-shots-supernatural Sam x Reader, mild angst and injury, but then sweet Sammy fluff

Cas:

Burning for You @totallypaletrash Cas x Reader, drabble, smut and some hilarious lines!

Am I the Low Rider @scarygoodfanfics Cas x Reader, crack, laughs at the expense of Cas (sorry bud) 

Wincest:

Night Moves @ilostmyshoe-79 Sam x Dean, Sam x Dean X OFC, smut, smidge of angst

Lucifer:

Road Trip With the Devil pt 1  @bulletscrossbowpie Lucifer x Reader, sfw, sassy and fluffy Lucifer with a side of Crowley drama pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

Multiple Pairs/Ships:

All You Need is Love @impalasutra John x Mary, Dean x Lisa, Sam x OFC, then Choose your Winchester x Reader, smut through and through, with some humor and sweetness 

Watch for fics to be added from:

@sunriserose1023 @little-red-83 @wideawakeandwriting @kayteonline @helvonasche @hanginwithmanerds 

[notnaturalanahi]

Friday, I’m in love... with your writing! (week 19)

PREVIOUS WEEKS

Feel free to tag me in your SPN related fics and remember to ALWAYS LEAVE FEEDBACK AFTER YOU READ, drop and ask with a few encouraging words (why you liked the story, what your favorite part was), reblog using a reaction gif, use funny tags!! Feedback is the best way to show your love and appreciation!

I read your story and is not on the list? IM me!

-If you tagged me and I didn’t read it, I apologize. I do my best to read everything I get taggen in, but sometimes there’s not enough time, oh and tags often get lost in the wind…

Quick question, is any one of you amazing artists willing to make me banner/edit I don’t know who they’re called sorry!! For my Weekly Rec List??? I’d be forever grateful!

Dean

Macchiatto by @deansleather - Fluff

The One For Me by @melissaj616 - Crackish/smut

Stuck in the Middle with You by @daydreamingintheimpalawithdean -Angsty/Fluffish

Second Cance by @mrsbatesmotel53 - Fluff

Imagine waking up to a loud noise in the bunker by @chelsea-winchester - Fluff

Pep Talk by @queen-of-deans-booty - Fluff

A Darker Shade of Love [MOC!Dean/Demon!Dean x Reader] by @roxy-davenport - Smut

Sixty Seconds by @theviolethour - ANGST

Sam

Imagine Sam teasing you because you have small hands by @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious - Fluff

Where I Belong by @queen-of-deans-booty - Fluff

Cas

What’s The Worst That Could Happen by @queen-of-deans-booty - Crackish

Other 

Asleep [John x Reader] by @lucifer-in-leather - Smut

Hair Ties [No Pairing] by @toskomatek - Fluff

The Darkness [Gabriel x Reader] by @lucifersagents - Angsty/Flufffish

Breaking Free [Ketch x Reader] by @wayward-mirage - Angst

Making Up for Lost Time [Benny x Reader] by @daughterofthebrowncoats - Smut

Shy [Ketch x Reader] by @plaidstiel-wormstache - Fluff

In The Arms of a Stranger [Mick x Reader] by @cluless-gold - Angsty

Ships 

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RPFs

Liaison [Kim Rhodes x Reader] by @winchestersinthedrift - Smut

Who Needs Abs [Jensen Ackles x Reader] by @jayankles - Fluff

Jar of Hearts [Jensen Ackles x Reader] by @sleep-silent-angel - Angst

Misha drabble [Misha Collins x Reader] by @oneshoeshort - Angst

Tough Mudder Wager [Jensen Ackles x Reader] @deanssweetcherrypie - Fluff

Truth or Dare [Jared Padalecki x Reader] by @ruined-by-destiel - Smut

Hunting Island [Jensen Ackles x Reader] by @hollygopossum Fluff/Smut

Series

Sincere Apologies - part 2 - Atonement [Prev Demon!Dean x Reader] by @winchester-family-business

Political Animals part -16 - Epilogue [Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader] by @winchesterprincessbride

CYOSTODA - part 6 - Dean Picks Truth by @butiaintgonnaloveem

If You Only Knew - part 9 - Revelation [Drug Lord!Sam x Secret  Angent!Reader] by @demondean-for-kingofhell

Ghost Stalker - part 1 [Dean x Reader] by @cenagirlsrda

Invisible - part 6 [Dean x Reader] by @just-another-busy-fangirl 

I Swear If You Don’t Stop - part 2 [Dean x Reader] by @goldenangelbloodcastiel

Sensation - part 2 [Sam x Reader] by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Not Too Insane For You - part 1 - New Beginnings  [ Doctor !Sam x Patient!Reader] by @oneshoeshort 

The In-Between - part 3 [Dean x Reader prev Sam x Reader] by @emilywritesaboutdean

More Than Just a Necklace - part 6  [Sam x Reader] by @goldenangelbloodcastiel

Let The Heart Beat - part 2 [John x Reader] by @feistybaby 

Hell - part1 [No Pairing yet] by @daydreamingintheimpalawithdean

Sweetheart - part 2 [Dean x reader] by @jelly-beans-and-gstrings

Like I’m Dying - part 1 [Demon!Dean x Reader AU] by @evansrogerskitten

Heart of a Hunter - part 2 [Dean x Doctor!Reader] by @muchamusedaboutnothing 

Punks And Pretty Girls [No Pairing yet] by @impalasandhunters

[silver9mm]

spn meme

@zmediaoutlet​ tagged me in this really hard meme thing omg yay

what season did you start watching supernatural? Season 9. October, 2013, a rerun of S09E02. I was wearing green nail polish. I knew it was meant to be when they mentioned Eugene, Oregon, my home town. 

who was the first character you fell in love with? Dean

who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love? Sam. After pirating TV from the neighbor so I could watch Survivor and accidentally coming across SPN and watching 75% of that Devil May Care, I torrented the first 4 seasons. I’d seen gifs and read a few fics and even wrote my own, but I hadn’t seen the show, and the Sam that I was (not-really-at-all) familiar with was not at all like first season!Sam. My expectations and illusions were destroyed and honestly, I couldn’t stand him. Then Asylum happened and I finally understood where he was coming from. Plus I didn’t take myself too seriously bc I long ago figured out that the characters in books and TV and movies that I disdain are usually the most like me, or ones I had something to learn from. 

which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with? Donna. God, isn’t she just a fucking peach? I like silly, happy people, plus I bet she tastes like a peach, too. 

if you could go on just one date with one character, which one would you choose? Bobby.

what would you do on the date? We’d go somewhere nice. Where he’d have to slick his hair over and wear a suit and I’d push my tits up to give him something to look at and we’d spend a long ass time drinking Belvanie and eating really fucking good, what? Italian, yeah, seems right. And just talk about shit. Go to the place already having eaten, just so we can sit and drink til we’re drunk then eat til we’re sober again and getting back towards tipsy by desert, but still able to drive back to his place in our fancy fucking clothes and I’d make him take me around the junkyard and tell me about cool cars and where bodies are buried. There’d be dancing in his living room to Joni Mitchell and him reading some poems to me. Maybe some tears. More drinking. Say we’re gonna watch a movie and drink coffee but there’s just more talking about shit and looking in books and eventually he’s passed out on his couch and I tidy the place up and leave without saying goodbye, but of course I’d call and tell him I had a great time. Wow, I didn’t have to think about that at all ahha

which character would you most want to be like? Crowley

which character would you most like to see brought back from the dead? I gotta agree with Z here: Frank. 

which character would you most like to punch? I wanna punch Dick.

who is your absolute favorite character? Sam

which “big bad” do you think was the worst? Gonna go with the “lame” interpretation of this and say Amara. I just could not get into her in the least. Her creep-on-Dean factor was pretty high though, which I can get behind. 

which character are you most like? Jody or Ellen. I’m def. a ‘mom friend’. Plus, I’m scary af. I’m confrontational, and there’s lines I just can’t have crossed, and shit I’m afraid of and not ashamed to admit. 

what death hit you the hardest? Jo and Ellen. They were both so brave. I cry every time. 

what season finale hit you the hardest? Weird, ik, but the end of S6 bc I had no fucking clue what was going to happen next, like I literally could not fathom for the life of me what the actual fuck. Sam was all fucked up! Cas was God? Dean and Sam and Bobby were all in immediate danger from their now possessed friend??? What the hell even were the Leviathans??! I think I actually made some hurt baby deer noise when the episode ended. That, and S1, I remember jumping out of my seat when Baby got creamed, totally did not expect that, and Sam was being such a boss standing up to his dad and looking back at Dean and BAM!! Awesome. 

what are your ten all-time favorite episodes? Asylum, Sex and Violence, Baby, Sacrifice, On the Head of a Pin, Wishful Thinking, The Man Who Knew Too Much, Dark Side of the Moon, Clap Your Hands If You Believe..., and Devil’s Trap.

what’s been your favorite season? 7 bc reasons. 

who is your favorite angel? Balthazar. So catty, so suave, so good.

who’s your favorite demon? Meg. From beginning to end, she was a complicated yet single minded little creature. Tough, cocky, full of feels. 

who’s your favorite evil character? Alastair. What a fucking sleaze bag, but I believe him when he says he and Dean were close in Hell.

do you have any supernatural ships? OTP Wincest, but I’m down with Dean/Benny and Megstiel. I mean this is shipping specific, not like, what rarepairs I read, bc that’s a grab bag. 

who’s your favorite supporting actor? Jim Beaver. Him and baby horses are pretty much the only reason I go on facebook. 

what’s your favorite quote from the show? You know Sam and Dean Winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other, right?  

if you could cast one famous actor in an episode of spn, who would you chose? Uh somehow this is the hardest question. I’m showing favouritism I guess and it’s a debate how famous she is, but Monica Bellucci as some kind of benevolent manifestation of Gaea

if you could write your own episode, what kind of creature would you like to see included? aumakua

who’s your favorite girl that dean’s hooked up with? This last girl, the blonde waitress. She fell for stupid lines (which I have done so many times omg Silver get a life your tolerance for bullshit is so high), and he looked sweet and pleased the next morning and she left him smiling. 

who’s your favorite girl that sam’s hooked up with? Piper. She fucking knew better. Smart girl. 

what are some of your favorite convention moments? Jared tearing up at the AKF candles, and the two JIBCon hugs.

if you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on spn, how would you want your character described? I would be described as, “I might have found a case in Oregon. Premonitions. Cassandra complex come to life, maybe?”

what do you hope to see in the next season? I have zero desires. I got 90% of what I wanted in the season finale this time, so fucking just whatever is fine with me. Okay okay god that’s a shitty cop out answer. I want Castiel to fucking stay dead. At least our version of Cas. If they wanna bring out some nutso crazy badass Rift!Cas, cool, whatever, okay. Please Kill Mary. Or leave her in the Rift, idc., just god, go away. Unless you’re gonna make Dean cry more >.> 

if you had to choose…

bobby or john? Bobby

bela or ruby? Ruby

jess or madison? Jess

jo or lisa? Jo

charlie or kevin? Charlie

balthazar or ash? Balthazar

cas or crowley? Crowley

ben or claire? Claire

jody or donna? Jody

sam or dean? Sam

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CYOSTODA

CYOSTODA TRUTH OR DARE

Word count 1100+

Written following...

Part 1 by littlegreenplasticsoldier-Y/N winks at reader

Part 2 by gemini75eeyore-Dean truth

Part 3 by deanlittlesecret-Leah dare

Part 4 by Klaineaholic-Sam truth

Here is Part 5 cont. from Klaineaholic...

“All right now, spill it, Sammy!” Dean says into his beer bottle. “What’s Y/N’s sexiest feature?”

You settle across from Dean again on the floor and turn to hear Sam’s answer, your face heated with a blush.

“Definitely her lips,” Sam answers. He gives you a wink and a lopsided grin, and you’re actually pretty frustrated he followed Leah’s rule back there because how would she even know anyway?

Dean howls and shoots you a suggestive eyebrow raise. “Which ones though, eh?”

“Ooooh, can it, Dean!” you throw back at him. You’re ready to torture him now, if not just to shut him up for a minute. “It’s your turn! Truth or dare?”

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Dean is still wanting to hear Sam's answer but decides to let it go. He hopes to get the chance to make his own opinion from experience. He picks up the whiskey bottle and takes a long swig. He's debating if he should try dare or chicken out and take a truth. While taking his swig, he looks at Y/N then Leah then Sam. Y/N and Leah are watching Dean while Sam can't seem to take his eyes off Y/N. Dean finally sets the bottle down and confindently blurts out "Dare" with a smirk. He's had plenty to drink and feels he can handle any dare Y/N throws at him now.

Y/N thought for sure he would choose truth and isn't quite prepared with a dare. She grabs the whiskey bottle which at this point only has about a glass left. She takes a long swig but not as long as Dean's while trying to think of a dare. She then sets the bottle down and looks slowly at each person and noticed how Sam was just staring at her with lust filled eyes. She noticed Dean was also looking at her the same way only with a smirk as well. Leah was watching Dean still with lust in her eyes. Y/N finally decides what the dare is.

Y/N says "I dare you to cover someone with whipped cream or some kind of food then lick and/or eat it off that person. Then tell that person a secret."

Dean nearly choked as he was drinking a beer he had gotten from the fridge since the whiskey was practically gone. He didn't expect Y/N to come up with something so sensual. "Do we have any whipped cream?" Knowing this would be pretty sticky and that person would have to shower he said "and that person will need a shower afterward which I'm more than willing to assist with" while smirking at the idea of showering together. Sam gets up to see what's in the fridge and to his surprise there actually was some whipped cream next to the half-eaten pie that Y/N bought a couple days ago when they arrived for the hunt. He tossed it to Dean and then sat back down and looked at Y/N before turning his gaze to Leah. Sam was pretty drunk at this point so he was just laid back watching things until it's his turn. Leah was sitting up hoping he would choose her as she really liked the idea of Dean's tongue all over her and to shower with him.

Dean looked at both Y/N and Leah. He already had decided who he was going to pick but he didn't want to let on who it was until he spoke. He gave both Y/N and Leah a wink and then leaned back like he was thinking about it for a minute. He wanted to draw out the suspense.

Y/N wanted him to pick her but she was also slightly hoping he would pick Leah to give her a chance to relax a little since it seemed like she was picked for the blunt of the dares for things done to her.

Dean sits up and smiles at Leah and then turns to Y/N, "Strip, Y/N"

Y/N says, "Seriously?! I thought you would give me a break on this one" Y/N looks to Sam and he just shrugs. "Thanks for the help, Sammy"

Sam says, "The rules" then takes a swig of his beer that he got from the fridge when he grabbed the whipped cream. Y/N looks to Leah who also just shrugs. Leah isn't feeling any pain, maybe a little disappointment but she starts gazing back at Sam and they seem to be really into each other right now.

Y/N gets up to finish removing the little remaining clothing that she has on then lays on one of the beds. Sam and Leah want to watch but don't get up just yet. Dean gets up and goes to the bed that Y/N is laying on grinning ear to ear and says "You brought this on yourself" then he chuckled. He starts shaking the can and licking his lips. You roll your eyes and wait for it looking discussed but inside your excited beyond imagination. You don't realize that your smiling ear to ear till Dean leans down to your ear and whispers "I can see you're excited and more into this than you're letting on." You turn beet red. Your smile shrinks but you're still smiling.

Dean starts to spray the whipped cream on your nipples and proceeds to make a large smiley face on your stomach with a tongue hanging out over your pussy. He then smiles ear to ear at what he's done. He tells Sam and Leah to come look. They get up and look. Sam asks if there's enough that he can do the same to Leah when Dean is finished. Dean says he doesn't know but he can have it. Sam takes the can and he and Leah head to Leah's room to have fun.

Dean begins kissing you starting with your lips and working his way down to your nipples. He's not any hurry. He wants to savor every minute. Dean has been waiting for this chance to have you and judging by the look in your eyes he feels you have too. He tells you that he has wanted you since you first starting hunting together but never had the courage to act on it. You smile and tell him, "Dean, I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you but I wasn't sure you would return the feelings so I just kept quiet and fantasized about you. I like Sam too but I have always wanted you more." You leaned up to kiss him passionately then he continued to lick you clean of the whipped cream. He was so sensual, licking and sucking. You couldn't catch your breath. "Dean, " you said breathlessly "Make love to me." Dean smiled and said, "I have waited too long to hear those words from you, of course, I will."

You could hear Sam and Leah starting to call out each others names. You knew that they were enjoying each other. You smiled knowing that Sam wasn't missing out on sex tonight. Dean smiled too. He laughed and said, "So glad things worked out this way."

THE END.....

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Come Back Down, Part 19

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Title: Come Back Down, Part 19

Words: 1,937 (kinda short but has a punch!)

Warnings/Rating: PG-13; There are curse words and some depiction of illness. This story is not Danneel positive, but it does not reflect my personal feelings. Please just read this as the entertainment that it is supposed to be. There will be an explanation as to why she is behaving so strangely.

Summary: As the holidays draw nearer, Jensen, Y/N and his family try to celebrate with as much normalcy as they can manage with danger and drama seeming to lurk at every turn.

Come Back Down Master List

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 In what I can only describe as insanity, I lived through letting Mom and Y/N drag me around to the boutiques in downtown for last minute Christmas Shopping. It was hard to slip away when I felt like I would heave anything left in my stomach and I’d gotten some dirty looks. But, I’d managed. Their happy faces and banter made the sacrifice worth it.

 I don’t even want to talk about lunch. Let’s just say I’ll never eat at Ghirelli’s ever again. Then, we’d driven through the first night of the Christmas Lights in another part of town. That had been a relief because I got to sit down and blankly stare out the window without having to control the expression on my face. I had no idea how I would be standing up again, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind for now. Hiding how I felt from everyone was exhausting and I fought to keep my eyes open.

 That had been the highlight of the evening, letting Y/N snuggle in close in the backseat while Dad drove us through. My parents had been their adorable selves and held hands while talking about the different displays. It was basically the same displays every year so I was able to let my eyes slide closed and still participate in the conversation.

 The only mistake I made was to hand over my hot chocolate with the extra marshmallows to Y/N because there was just no way I would’ve been that giving of my Mom’s homemade hot cocoa in good physical and mental health. Especially when it had been laced with a healthy dose of peppermint schnapps. No matter how important you were to me, I never willingly gave up all of my favorites. Call it a flaw born of being a middle child and having to share with both an annoying older brother and younger sister. I didn’t learn to share. I learned to hoard.

 The amount of scrutiny that was received through the rear view mirror made the backseat extremely uncomfortable. I could feel that the flop sweat was only a few minutes away, itching underneath my skin as my abdomen pulsated in pain that had me wanting to curl into a ball and disappear.

 Y/N leaned in close, her lips at my ear, her cocoa and peppermint breath a little intoxicating and nauseating at the same time. How was that even possible? “I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you, but you’re not fooling anyone. I can feel the heat radiating off of your skin and even in just the dim lighting, I can tell you’re pale and rosy cheeked. So, when you’re done being stubborn, I’m here, okay?”

 Suddenly it was a little hard to swallow, my throat felt clogged with relief. Relief that she wouldn’t be upset when I finally came clean about what I’d been trying to keep to myself. I closed my eyes against the rush of emotion that pressed at my eyelids when she grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Okay.”

 She pressed a kiss to my hot cheek before settling in next to me in a way that didn’t cause me pain. Like she had already put the symptoms together and surmised the diagnosis way before I had. “Okay.”

 I was close to nodding off when we finally pulled into the drive way. The extreme relief of finally being home, with all intention of coming clean and crawling into bed were crushed when I saw her. Well, not her, but her red, flashy Escalade.

 It didn’t take a genius to figure out that we were here over the Thanksgiving holiday. The last thing I expected was for her to have the balls to show up and for me to find her sitting on the front door step, pregnant as hell. Could she have picked a better time?

 “You gonna be okay, son?” My Mom asked, obvious flush on her cheeks from the schnapps and a look of protective steel to her eyes. There was no doubt in my mind that the two women in this car would throw down in one way or another in my defense if I needed them to.

 “I’ll be fine.” I answered as confidently as I could, swallowing loudly as I felt the bile crawling slowly up my throat.

 Mom gave us both one last look, searching for any indecision before both of my parents got out of the car like they were practicing synchronicity. We watched them go, a moment of silence falling uncomfortably over the back seat as I could feel her vibrating with anger next to me.

 “Umm, this is completely awkward.” I heard the livid vibration in her voice clear as a bell as I watched my Mom and Dad walk past Danneel and into the house without a word. Danneel was stung by their inattention, but it’s not like I expected my parents to act like she hadn’t divorced me and then blackmailed me into staying with her.

 I squeezed her hand, leaned in to kiss her cheek, and whispered carefully into her ear. “You’re going to go in, sweetheart, and you’re gonna let me handle my own baggage, okay?”

 I knew letting all of my misery show wasn’t exactly playing fair, but it worked. “Jensen, you don’t have to do this, okay? You could just ignore her and go inside. We could get a restraining order or something.”

 “I know it sucks, but if I do any of those things, she’ll start more of a shit storm than she already has. Besides, if she’s the one responsible for your accident and barn damage, then we need to keep her calm.”

 “Fuck, but I’d like to punch her stupid, smug face, Jay. I seriously think it would help me sleep better at night.” The funny thing is, I knew it wasn’t a bluff and it brought a genuine smile to my face for the first time in several hours.

 “I know it’d make you happy, but I need you to help me out here and let me get it.”

 The angry blue bird was in full force as she nodded her begrudging agreement not to start anything, but to walk past and go inside.

 “I’ll do what you think is best, Jay. But, her ass is mine if she so much as touches you.”

 “Easy, Tiger. I got this.” I sighed, just the anxiety of seeing her here zapped all of my meager energy. However, as I struggled to get out of the car, I had a sudden moment of relief. It’s like the pain had gone down to a little ache and nothing more. Perfect. Just in time.

 I gripped her hand as we walked up the walk way, my heart hammering over time in my chest. God I needed an Ativan, big time. When we reached the stairs, I pulled her close and kissed her forehead. Lingering there as I took in her scent of wisteria and let it relax me.

 Then, I squeezed her shoulders, indicating that she should go. She didn’t hesitate, but if looks could actually kill? Danneel would be a smoking corpse. I waited until the door closed before I turned guarded eyes to her. “What do you want?”

 “Spending Thanksgiving with an innocent but chronically frumpy country hick? Really classy, and between you and me? I don’t think the smell of horse manure can be scrubbed off if it’s already oozing out of her pores, Jen.” There was a sneer on her perfectly symmetrical face, it leached any of the beauty that she may have held away.

 “You know that’s not true, Danneel. You know Mom and Dad would want her here, even if she did smell like horse manure. Of which, I can assure you, I have the privilege of being intimately familiar with every centimeter of her body. If she smelled like shit I think I would’ve noticed.” The words were like a lit fuse, the energy dragging out of me and collecting to form a fallout like the second pause before an explosion.

 “Whatever.” She stood, and it gave me a bit of satisfaction to still look down on her. “I’m here because I got served with new papers today. Right in the middle of the grocery store.”

 “You knew it was coming. You manipulated me, and this was my lawyer’s answer.” Was it me, or were the edges of my vision a little black and fuzzy?

 “You know this is going to paint you in bad light, picking on a pregnant woman, right? A brave woman who’s now on her own because her legal husband is playing house with his fucking country hick best friend.”

 She poked her sharp, perfectly manicured nail repeatedly into my chest, and I felt like my eyes were rolling in their sockets when I tried to focus. To be honest, most of her words were lost to the annoying ringing that had taken up in my ears just seconds before. Her angry, pinched face came in and out of focus and I randomly thought that she must be happy that her baby weight didn’t show up in her vapid face.

 “It’s also gonna effect Y/N, her reputation, you understand? I’ll make sure she never sells another damn print, Jensen. Is it that worth it to you? For me to destroy her life over your stupidity? All I’m asking is that you rejoin your pregnant wife in your own home. We can raise these babies, together. We could be the family we always dreamed of being.” I vaguely registered her ice cold hand touching my face as her voice started to fade out more and the world began to spin a little faster.

 Her voice grew in volume, the one that at one time I thought had been adorable, was making the ringing in my ears escalate into eardrum bursting and the darkness threatened to take over. “You’d do anything to get me back, wouldn’t you?” I was feeling so woozy that I couldn’t even berate myself for only being able speak like the words were forced to filter through a meat grinder first.

 “Yes, Jensen,” her relief was almost painful to watch. “I love you. We’re having our babies, finally. You still want these babies. I know you do. That was one of the requirements before you would even marry me. And I was on the same page, I wanted those babies so bad…” I barely registered her hands now sliding down my arms to rest on my nonexistent abs, my breath heaving as I struggled to breathe the air that seemed to be thickening to the viscosity of 50 weight motor oil.

 “Including scaring Y/N away. Maybe even getting rid of her permanently?” I was feeling gradually more breathless, my heart fluttering like rapid fire in my chest.

 The pause is what gave it away, the pause of silence as I struggled to keep my feet. It was then, as I was struggling to make it stop spinning so damn fast, that there was no doubt that she was responsible.

 “Are you kidding me… are you even listening… Fuck y-… Jensen? Jensen?!? Someone, help!!” My thoughts were a little slow, like slogging through marsh mud. My view of the stars disappearing after a sharp pain on the back of my head. Then it was all black. Nothingness. Cool black relief. I don’t know if anyone saw the relief and the smile that must’ve crossed my face. I didn’t feel any pain anymore.

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