#i am thinking about gadreel once again boys

[mlobsters]

supernatural s12e2 mamma mia (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

whatever the fuck is happening here, no fucking thank you. evil mol lady in sam's head fucking information out of him? need to tally all the times someone's messed with his head, jesus. being resurrected soulless, having said soul shoved back in by dean via death with a wall, said wall being destroyed by cas to keep the boys occupied, trauma from said breaking causing lucifer hallucinations, becky's love potion, dean tricking him into saying yes to gadreel, am i forgetting anything? (too much plot to keep track of)

CASTIEL Don't make things needlessly complicated, as you humans tend to do. I'll call you.

oh damn, i need to get on that too. keep it simple, stupid

i really like the hair and makeup on mary this time. reminiscent of her s1 makeup

s4e21 sam hallucinating mom (nigh on unrecognizable, i thought she'd been recast!) / s1

MARY That yellow-eyed thing would never have come for him that night if I... I started all of this.

respectfully, what with the being michael and lucifer's One True Vessels, i don't think it matters what you did. which tripped some signal in my brain for a techno?? song with a line 'this has all happened before and it will all happen again'. i keep thinking the messiah album from 94 but hmm. argh. i need to drop this and figure it out later

thought we were done with the physical torture. silly me.

why are we with rowena now. and this dude who's been in a million things but who knows what i recognize him from. could be commercials, for all i know. and rick springfield, right. we're just going on with our weird little goofy plotlines and just cutting to awful torture periodically. sure.

MARY Sam had a chance to get out? And he came back? DEAN When Dad disappeared, Sam and I looked around, and something became very clear. That the only thing we had in this world – the only thing, aside from this car – was each other.

i will take that and tuck it in my pocket. mary looking (understandably) concerned

ROWENA I can't believe I'm once again down some dank hole seeking the devil! When does it end? It's exactly why I'm retiring to Boca Raton. With Ben.

stopped clenching my jaw over sam long enough to laugh, that was a good one

great, now dean's getting a beating too. just go wander about this place that's heavily warded, alone. not making good choices, dean (so we can get mary to come save the day again?)

the wing shadows are always fun and a lot easier to execute well compared to actual (practical or cg) wings but do miss a real wing unfurling from time to time. you know what had great wings?

clash of the titans (2010) that and shiny armor on the gods is all i remember honestly

internet died unexpectedly mid-episode so here i am day 2, again.

i will say. also. i really appreciate spn does cast people that are older for things that could be cool and badass or sexy or whatever. but i dunno if rick springfield was the best choice exactly for lucifer. since we're like, in theory trying to still do mark pellegrino's lucifer, maybe getting an actor-actor would have been a better fit

the way dean replied "hey" so soft and with a hint of a smile, my heart

(back to muting with evil lady)

and yes, to mary saving the day. man, she looks great. shoutout again to the makeup artists and stylists (and good lighting!)

they are really going above and beyond making this mol woman irredeemably awful. not one to encourage them just killing people straight out of the gate but i was hoping mary (or dean) would just shoot her. i dunno if the goal was try to get information or something but she has proven to be exceptionally dangerous time and time again. sam shoulda just shouted out for them to shoot. but less angsty drama so

seen this in meme format and knew it must be from this plotline, didn't realize they'd cropped mary out

gather there must have been some offscreen cas-healing. convenient

MARY But do you still like pie?

reminds me of a gifset i saw recently with jensen talking about his been conditioned to be excited about pie via dean lol

i have a variety of gags i don't love on this show, but dean eating as piggishly as possible is up there near the top.

i can't get over how beautiful she looks. bewitched me

MARY Well, we should call the Internet and find out as much as we can about these people. Did I say that right? DEAN So close. SAM Yeah, it was close.

that was very cute

the crazy awkward i can't begin to fathom for sam, not knowing mary at all (though dean barely did too, especially considering most kids don't retain those very early childhood memories)

SAM Dad's journal. His writing, his words. Helped me fill in some blanks, answer some questions I didn't know I had. And, you know, it – it – it keeps him with us, sort of. MARY Thank you. SAM Good night. MARY Dean said you got out of hunting. SAM Yeah. MARY And yet here you are. SAM Well, this is my family. My family hunts, you know? It's what we do. Mom. For me... just, um... having you here... fills in the biggest blank.

❤️ got me to tear up too - despite the slightly odd music cue for the hug - lyrics yes but not quite the right mood musically to me? (heart's lost angel). i think it works for the montage but the tone feels not quite right for the hug

i hope they're taking more pictures these days. damn bobby for burning the family picture with jo and ellen in 5x10. sam and dean both look at them regularly, should add some new ones

the apocalypse au picture?? had it paused trying to find jdm and then like whaa that's cas being human-apocalypse-casual. 5x04 (which includes some really wonky romantic music when sam and dean reunite, clip included)

and now we're back to cheesy action spy thriller with the whatever, expert assassin torturer whatever the fuck. giving whiplash

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brief-ish rant. i've complained, often, annoyingly, about the torture in this show. pushing aside the fact that torturing for information doesn't work, i think it's the sheer volume in this show in particular that has me so kneejerk upset about it. most shows or movies i watch (because i'm not going to pick to watch things that advertised to have a lot of torture in them), i can look away through maybe a few scenes and okay moving on. but torture itself became an Important Character / Plot note thing for dean, and with the torture subjects often being not-human there's (presumably) less moral qualms about torturing them, along with just a general standard action trope of using it for information. it's just so common and so accepted as standard operating procedure. and i don't like it. i don't like depictions of it ever, but especially not with this show's frequency, and especially-especially not with my special guys doing the torturing or being subjected to it.

[masterofmaagnetism]

is it too much to ask to gently hold Gadreel and tell him that everything's okay and it wasn't his fault and his punishment was unfair and unjust? is it too much to ask to cuddle up with him on a chilly night and offer him a cup of hot chocolate even though he doesn't need to drink and him reminding me of that only for me to tell him that it's not about the consumption but the warmth that comes from it? the love that i put into it? is it too much to ask to love him unconditionally without question and for the rest of time?

[writingfromkitchenator]

1,500 Followers Challenge!

The Title/Trope Challenge!

Again, thank you all for all your support!  You are all amazing and I truly cannot thank you enough for helping me get this far.  It’s certainly a milestone that I never thought I’d see.

Straight to the challenge!

Basic rules apply ~ there are 30 songs and 30 quotes posted below, pick one from your fandom with your character.  This will be open for a while as 2 requests per song/quote.  The only rule is here is, is that the requests cannot be from the same fandom.  I will try and keep the lists as updated as I can to try and avoid cross overs!

The extra - This time around, send me either a title and/or a trope to base to the fic on.  They can be as weird and wonderful as you want, or something simple.  In your ask, just specify which you are sending me and I’ll do the rest from there!

Recap:

Send me an ask with your request

Include your fandom and character

Choose a song and quote

Give me a title and/or a trope to base the fic on!

In saying that, please remember that this is all just a bit of fun, I’m sure you can have a laugh at some of the quotes below (based off of some of my favourite movies).  Please send all requests through asks, it’s easier for me to keep track of, and let me know of any questions!  It is, of course, okay to request more than once!

For now, there is no closing date, we will just keep going until all the requests are full!  Requests will be closing 1st May.

Further info below the cut.

Songs

Evermore  ~ Dan Stevens (Beauty and the Beast) - Lord of the Rings

Protector  ~ City Wolf - Supernatural and The Hobbit

I  See the Light ~ Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi (Tangled) - Lord of the Rings

I'd  Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) ~ Meat Loaf - Marvel and Supernatural

Bloodshot  ~ Sam Tinnesz

Let’s  Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams

All  Eyes On You ~ Smash Into Pieces

Feel  Invincible ~ Skillet

Natural  ~ Imagine Dragons - Lord of the Rings

Wrong  Side Of Heaven ~ Five Finger Death Punch

Shatter  Me ~ Lindsey Stirling Ft. Lzzy Hale - Supernatural

Feeling  Good ~ Nina Simone - The Hobbit and Marvel

Somebody  To Love ~ Queen - The Hobbit and The Witcher

Hurricane  ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars

You  Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi - The Hobbit

Girls  Just Wanna Have Fun ~ Cyndi Lauper - Supernatural

Total  Eclipse of the Heart ~ Bonnie Tyler - The Hobbit

Don’t  You (Forget About Me) ~ Simple Minds

Hell  Ain’t a Bad Place to Be ~ AC/DC

Love  Is A War ~ Jeremy Renner

A  Reason to Fight ~ Disturbed - The Witcher

True  Love ~ P!nk ft. Lily Allen - Marvel and Supernatural

Poison  ~ Alice Cooper

Sucker  for Pain ~ Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons w/ Logic & Ty  Dolla $ign ft X Ambassadors (Suicide Squad)

Hello  Hello ~ Elton John ft. Lady Gaga (Gnomeo and Juliet) - Lord of the Rings and Supernatural

I’m  Gonna Be (500 Miles) ~ The Proclaimers - Marvel and Lord of the Rings

I Will Always Love You ~ Whitney Houston  (The Bodyguard) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

When You Wish Upon A Star ~ Cliff Edwards  (Pinocchio) - The Hobbit

Raise Hell ~ Dorothy

Leave Me Lonely ~ Imelda May

Quotes

I mean, those people aren't exactly our regular customers. (Legion)

I would not have shown you such mercy. (Legion) - Lord of the Rings

When you hesitate, people die. (Doom)

Yeah, I was thinking about it. (Doom)

Will you please get this child off my leg? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks) - Supernatural

Do you poison the dragon or just the liver? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks)

I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering. (The Music Man) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

A man can't turn tail and run just because a little personal risk is involved. (The Music  Man) - Marvel

You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles! (101 Dalmatians) - Supernatural

It was a beautiful spring day. Tedious time of the year for bachelors. (101  Dalmatians) - Marvel

I think I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this problem until it  swims up and bites you in the ass. (Jaws) - Lord of the Rings

Smile you son of a bitch! (Jaws)

You never have control, that’s the illusion! (Jurassic Park) - The Hobbit

Boy, do I hate being right all the time.  (Jurassic  Park) - The Witcher

The suspense is terrible.  I hope it'll last. (Willy  Wonka and The Chocolate Factory) - Lord of the Rings

So shines a good deed in a weary world. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory)

That was naughty. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) - The Hobbit and Supernatural

You broke my heart once. This time you missed. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)

You know, he looks heroic and he walks fast, but he’s kind of got a negative attitude.  (The Meg) - The Lord of the Rings

Yeah, well, I’m not crazy, I’ve just seen things no one else has. (The Meg) - Marvel

Eight years is a long time. Can I make you a cup of tea? (Godzilla) - Marvel

As far as he's concerned, you're just a pair of breasts that talk. (Godzilla) - The Hobbit

Afraid? You don't know what afraid is. You will not last five minutes without me.  (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots! (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural

I know what you seek, and you will not find it here. (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural and The Witcher

No. I can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. (Alien)

When I give an order I expect to be obeyed. (Alien)

I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier.  (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings

Well, I say we get drunk, because I'm all out of ideas. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit

Characters I will write for:

The Hobbit – Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin (friends only), Frerin, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Bilbo, Lindir, Beorn

The Lord of the Rings – Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Elrond, Haldir

Supernatural – Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer, Benny, Balthazar, Chuck, Garth, Mick, Gadreel, Charlie, Bobby

Marvel – Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Peter Quill, Logan, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson, Heimdall

Dragon Age – Alistair, Anders, Cullen, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana, Fenris, Sebastian, Iron Bull, Dorian, Cassandra, Blackwall, Varric

Harry Potter – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius, Fred, George

Star Trek (Newer Films) – Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty

The Witcher (TV Series) – Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier

Of course, this list isn’t a final thing, if you feel I could write a character, please just send me a message and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not.

Please of course note that all drabble requests are reader insert.  I will not do character pairings, but I will change to first/third person if you prefer reading that way.  Y/N will be the standard name though and remain that way.

For any Dragon Age requests, if you wish to appear as a certain race, please let me know.

[demonsonthemoon]

Fifteen songs for fifteen seasons - Listen to it on Spotify.

Tracklist and selected lyrics under the cut.

1. Haunting, Haunted, Haunts by Against Me!

Rooms that I once lived in / Rooms that l've since left / There was another life that I might’ve had / I know the feeling well of longing / For something that's lost / I feel you like a phantom limb

(The pain of losing Jess)

2. The Wolf by PHILDEL

And you once said I wish you dead you sinner / I'll never be more than a wolf at your door for dinner / ... / You know, the blood that I'm owed is all yours / The wishes I've made are too vicious to tell, / The devil already he knows me so well

(Sam dealing with John’s threat that he might need to be killed, the parallels between John and Azazel and their relationship to Sam)

3. Home to Me by Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

How dare you love me like you've never known fear / When you've got more troubles than minutes in the year / And a voice like your father's tells you nothing good's for free / Well that may be, but you're walking home to me

(Sam trying to get Dean out of his demon deal)

4. Bird Song by Florence + The Machine

Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by. / Saw what I'd done. He set up a nest outside, / and he sang about what I'd become. / He sang so loud, sang so clear. / I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, / So I invited him in, just to reason with him. / I promised I wouldn't do it again.

(Sam trying to keep the demon blood a secret)

5. Blood Hands by Royal Blood

Never close to heaven / Felt my feet were burning from the same red hot ground / There's blood on my hands

(Sam dealing with his guilt over freeing Lucifer)

6. Hollow by Cloudeater

I won't sink, I won't wallow / In this dream that I have borrowed / So don't lead, I won't follow / There's no sense in waiting for tomorrow / Cause I'm hollow

(Soulless!Sam)

7. The Fox by North Bloom

I thought I was always awake / I thought I wouldn’t make a mistake but / They say I lost hold of the glue / They say that my view is skewed

(Sam doing his best to keep hunting despite his hallucinations)

8. Little Pistol by Mother Mother

And I, well I found what’s best for me / And now I see no tragedy / And I, I found a burning rose / And now I won’t be packing little pistols / No, no, no more

(Sam trying to find his place in the world, going from escaping hunting to being ready to sacrifice his own life to seal the gates of Hell)

9. Red River by AlicebanD

Run red river run home and back again / Run, river, make me shiver / Make me cold and make me stay here / Make me want to catch my breath and fill that breath with water / Cold but warming, feel me squirming / Push me under, cure the hurting / Make it slow but soon an ending comes when I relax

(Sam possessed by Gadreel and fighting for his sense of self)

10. A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers

People are puppets held together with string / There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him / As he asked me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in / Time and again boys are raised to be men / Impatient they start, fearful they end / But here was a man mourning tomorrow

(Sam’s desperation to save Dean from the Mark of Cain)

11. Ship in a Bottle by Fin

Everything you have earned is a ship / With blue waves crashing into it / ... / Oh, captain, let's make a deal / Where we both say the things that we both really feel / I feel scared and I'm starting to sink / And I only sink deeper the deeper I think

(Sam finding his brother again only to be thrown in battle with the most dangerous being they’ve met yet)

12. The Darker The Weather // The Better The Man by Missio

But the darker the weather, the better the man / You can take all you want, but not who I am

(Sam and Dean finding the strength to stick by their principles when dealing with the British Men of Letters)

13. Ghosts by Mandopony

Maybe we’re just ghosts / ‘Cause I can’t feel the ground / And all these shapes / They don’t make a sound / I think there is a God / I think he hates his job

(The constant come and go, losing his mother after just getting her back, counting only on himself and the ones closest to him)

14. Masterpiece Theatre III by Marianas Trench

So here's another day, / I'll spend away from you, / Another night I'm on another broken avenue, / Trading in who I've been / For shiny celebrity skin / I like to push it and push it until my luck is over

(Sam losing Dean again and taking on a role as leader)

15. Alligator Teeth by Mother Falcon

How we drink until we’re kind / Searching for a wasted time / To hold us in our sleep / ... / And I see some things and yes, they’re all in my dreams / And no, they never add up and no, they never make sense

(Trying to imagine a life, holding on to that vision that things can get better, and dreaming of death.)

[alliehallowseve]

My treatise on how I feel about s15e20:

I have been struggling with why I was so upset by the finale.

I got the best scene I could have hoped for between Dean and Sam. It was as close to making Wincest canon as I could have possibly hoped for. Much more so than I had ever dreamed possible. They ended the episode together in heaven which I had always dreamed of. Dean wasn’t satisfied in the perfect heaven that he deserved until Sam got there. Again pushing the Wincest agenda. Sam didn’t go on to have a happy life. He went on to have a life filled with thoughts of Dean, and crying in Baby to show he was not over his brother, and wearing Dean’s watch literally to the day he died, recounting to Dean Jr the very deathbed words from Dean so often that his son was able to say them back to him, again all pointing exactly to my Wincest dreams. Sam spawned in heaven right by Dean’s side again with the Wincestiest ending imaginable shy of squiking out the GA.

So why? Why am I devastated?

I think the premise of Dean wanting Sam to have a normal life and forcing him into that is flawed. Yes from s1e1 Sam had railed against the hunting life. He has said time and again that he wanted that so much so that it broke Dean’s heart in heaven to witness Sam’s best memories.

I think Sam has evolved and grown as a person over the years and his needs and wants have changed. But even before that, after Dean’s first tragic death at the end of S3, Sam could have gone back to school. It had only been a short time, he could have easily gotten back on track. But he didn’t. He had complete free will over his life and what did he choose? To keep hunting for a way to pull Dean back from the dead.

He wanted his brother.

I think what Sam truly wanted from life from the start was “freedom to choose.”

Just like how Dean railed again the angels in Season 4 and Chuck the last 2 seasons, what did Dean want, to have? free will. For fucks sake, early on Sam and Dean and Cass were known as Team Free Will.

So every time Sam was given a chance, he chose Dean, especially over and over in the later seasons, Sam made it clear, his life was only happy when he was with his brother, and he was fine dying, as long as they did it together.

So why am I so upset, Sam has been at other people’s mercy his entire life. His first 18 years he had to live as John wanted. No big deal right, all kids have to do what their parents say. Exactly, which is why I believe Stanford wasn’t really exactly what Sam wanted, he didn’t seem like a happy go lucky person when we first met him. He wasn’t sunshine and roses. He seemed sad, even at the prospect of his sure thing for law school, and at a Halloween party. There was a sadness to him.

I believe Stanford was Sam’s normal teenage need to rebel. Go the exact opposite direction from his life he had grown up in. It is completely normal for teens to want a different life than they grew up in. But once Sam got to Stanford he was stuck. The way John had thrown him out, he couldn’t go back even if he had changed his mind. I am not saying he would have, just that once again he didn’t have a choice in the matter.

So then he was once again manipulated by the YED into being forced back into hunting due to Jessica‘a death. He didn’t get to choose between hunting and law school. He was manipulated, they just didn’t know it at the time.

Then he was brought back to life by Dean, no choice in the matter.

Then he was forced to watch Dean die. No choice in the matter.

Then he was manipulated by Ruby. He was used and groomed to free Lucifer by both Ruby and the angels, all because he had been left alone and was vulnerable. If the angels hadn’t manipulated Dean’s phone call, and Sam had had full free will, things would have gone completely differently.

Here is where things start to get really ugly for Sam. Sam chose to take on Lucifer and hold him to save the world. Which he did. And he was at peace and happy about it. But he was tortured and raped in the pit for sooo long. When he was brought back, he was soulless, which when he was finally reunited with his soul, he was devastated to find out everything that had happened. Because he hadn’t been free to choose.

This starts a horrible pattern of rape and torture of Sam Winchester. He was raped by Becky and by Lady Bevell. In s14e15 I am not convinced that Sam didn’t have sex with Mrs. Smith when he was mind controlled into believing he was Mr. Smith which again would be rape.

But Lucifer’s torture was the worst for him because he was forced to relive it over and over, not just in Sam’s mind, but when he was forced to confront Lucifer time and again over the seasons. Which as he discussed with Rowena was deeply traumatizing.

Why was Sam soooo pissed at Dean for saving him after the trials with Gadreel’s possession? Not because he saved him. But because Sam didn’t get a choice.

Just like Dean fought all his life against destiny and wanted nothing more than free will, I believe that had always been what Sam wanted as well. Free will, self determination. It just took different forms for Sam than it did for Dean.

Bear in mind, this is only what I could remember off the top of my head. I am pretty sure there are loads more things I could point out on these topics if I went back and examined things and my mind wasn’t fogged with 4 days of crying.

So the point of this long ramble is that in the end, Sam didn’t get to live the remaining 3 or 4 decades his life the way he wanted. He didn’t get free will the way Dean did. Dean took that away from him by asking him to keep fighting. Sam wasn’t happy. Dean’s loss haunted him throughout the years. It was directly pointed out in that scene in Baby where he sat behind the wheel and wept. If tptb wanted us to believe Sam got his happily ever after, they wouldn’t have included that scene.

This doesn’t even touch on the fact that Dean didn’t get to enjoy the fruits of his finally winning his free will. He got to choose to stay dead and not be brought back, sure, but he didn’t get to live. He was planning on getting a job. He had a dog for the first time ever that he clearly loved soooo very much. He fought his whole life and then didn’t get to enjoy his freedom at all.

So there you have it. On why, even though we got so very much Wincest in the finale, and even though, our boys are together now in heaven. This is why I am still not okay.

[asgardianvamp21]

Stripped Part 2

Warnings: slow burn, want a part 3?

   You woke up warm and with an arm wrapped around you. The whole night came back to you. Holy shit! You slept with Dean! you thought. You were so lost in thought you didn’t feel Dean stir. 

“Hi,” Dean mumbled. You quickly turn so you are facing each other while holding the blanket to your naked chest. “Hi,” you reply while staring into his eyes. He bites his lip as his eyes move down to your lips. 

“I am so dead,” he whispers more to himself than to you. You begin to slowly get up and ask, “Want to have breakfast?” You hope your voice doesn’t give away how giddy you are after last night. You feel hope building in your chest that he says yes.

“I, uh should get going. I have to work today and the bachelor party is tonight so I have a lot to do,” Dean says while slowly getting out of your bed and grabbing his boxers. You make sure your face doesn’t show your disappointment. “Oh yea, um, have fun,” you get out while trying to cover yourself even more. Once he is dressed he goes to leave the room and stops for a moment and turns toward you. “Hey Y/n?” He asks. 

“Yea?”

He looks at his hands and then the wall behind you before saying, “You mind if we just forget this and not tell anyone?” Even though you are shocked a little by his request you manage a yes before he nods and leaves. You suddenly feel disgusted with yourself. You run to your bathroom and get in the shower. The more you think about last night, the more you realize that you were just another one of Dean’s conquests. Once you are showered and dressed you decide to not let what happened bug you. You have to see your brothers today anyway and if they caught on that you were upset the day would get worse than it already is.

  Once you get to Cas’s apartment you slap a fake smile on your face and grab the beer Gabe asked you to buy and go up. Even though you were part of the bride’s wedding party the boys decided they wanted you at the bachelor party too. After the incident you were all much closer. You walked into Cas’s apartment and were immediately pulled into a hug by your oldest brother Michael. 

“Hey Mikey!” He pulls back and smiles at you while grabbing the beer out of your hands. “Hey Y/n, thanks for picking this up for everyone.” You pat him on the shoulder as you walk into Cas’s living room hearing Gabe and Nick fight over what you were all doing tonight. You walk over and plop down in between them on the couch. They both smile and try to pull you into the fight.   

“Come on Y/n/n, wouldn’t you rather go to a strip club?” Gabe asked.

“You do remember Y/n is in fact a girl,” Michael asks while walking back into the room. Gabe shrugs and turns back to you “So girls still like that too sometimes”. You rolled your eyes and told them, “Do what Cas wants Gabe and Nick.” They both pout that you didn’t choose their sides while Michael chuckles to himself. Cas walks out from his bedroom on the phone. As soon as he hangs up the phone he turns toward you.

“Are you feeling okay?” You nod your head yes and give him a smile. The rest of your brothers look confused, but don’t ask.

“So what are we doing tonight Cassy?” You ask. He walks over and sits next to Michael. “Well Dean thinks we should go to bars and strip clubs tonight.” Gabe gives a yell of victory and grins. “Man, I like him a bit better,” Gabe says with a victorious smile. You rolled your eyes and tried not to think about Dean, but of course just to screw you over the door opens and Dean walks into Cas’s apartment. “Hey Cas so I thou-,” he stops mid sentence at seeing you there. “I uh, thought we would go to a bar or two first,” he finishes before clearing his throat and not looking at you. Cas nods and says, “Good thing you were off today and we can hang out before we get smashed.” As soon as the words leave his lips your body tenses and your eyes betray you and look at Dean. He shuts his eyes and releases a breath, but still doesn’t look at you. You ignore the pain in your chest and make yourself relax. “I think that is the best idea,” you say looking at Cas. You all wait for Balthazar, Sam, and Gadreel before leaving to the bar. 

 Once at the first bar everyone splits up. Your brothers go to play pool while the rest decide to get the drinks. You go and sit at the bar. After a drink or two Dean comes and sits beside you.

“What do you want?” You ask before downing a shot. “Y/n we need to talk about last night.” You let out a dry chuckle and turn towards him. 

“No we don't, nothing happened remember?” You say with as much anger in your voice as you can. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can Michael walks over.

“We are ready to go. You good?” He asks while eyeing Dean warily. You nod and stand following him and the boys out the door.

 Once you are all at the strip club Gabe grabs Cas and takes him toward the center stage. You laugh at the look Cas and Nick give you. You go to walk by your brothers knowing if you aren’t there they will not be happy, especially with how many drunk guys are here. You start walking over only for Dean to drag you to a hallway close by. 

“What do you want?” You ask with a bite. He holds his hands up in surrender and says, “I just want to talk. Y/n I didn’t mean it that way this morning, but I freaked okay. I slept with my best friend’s little sister-,” You cut him off, “Why is that such a bad thing? it’s not like we are teenagers!” Dean opens his mouth to reply, but before he can your cousin Gadreel walks out of the bathroom and sees the both of you.

“Everything okay?” He asks with suspicion. You give a fake smile and nod. “We were talking about getting Cas a private dance.” Gadreel nods, but still raises an eyebrow at Dean who is still looking over at you. You turn and walk away with Gadreel. After a minute Dean joins the group again, but looks at you. 

Once everyone is heading back home to most likely pass out. You sigh and try to get Cas and Gabe into Cas’s car. Why do I have to be the one to take these idiots home? Gabe continues to babble in your ear about his ex Kali and Cas continues to sing a song about Meg. Gabe stumbles almost knocking you all down before a set of hands reaches out and catches him. Looking up to say thanks the words die on your lips as you see Dean looking at you.

“You alright?” He asks while Gabe leans on him now telling Dean about how pretty kali is and all that. You give a short nod and continue trying to get Cas to the car with Dean right behind you and helps you push the boys in the car. “I will follow you back”. You sigh and nod before getting in knowing you won’t win any argument about it. 

After getting the guys into their rooms and locking up you turn to Dean who waits in the hall. “You didn’t have to stay, but thanks for helping me get them home.” Dean rubs the back of his neck and replies, “Well he is my best friend so I gotta keep an eye on him.” Right. Cas is his best friend and you are just his best friend’s little sister. You can’t help but clench your jaw before turning and stalking away with Dean hot on your heels and yelling for you to stop. 

“What Dean?” He stops and continues to open and close his mouth before saying “that’s not what I meant Y/n”

“Well what did you mean? Don’t worry Dean you don't need to smooth things over here; I get it. It was a one night stand and it won’t happen again and I-”

“Dammit Y/n! Will you stop talking for one minute! You are not just a one night stand but I can’t be with you. You are Cas’s sister. I can’t do that to him...or you.” You step closer, “what do you mean or me?” He rubs his hand down his face with a defeated sigh. 

“Look I’m nothing great ok. I run a mechanic shop by day and strip at night, I drink a lot and love fast food. I snore and don’t get tons of sleep and my family is a nightmare. I am not like those other guys you’ve dated.” You look at him in shock before letting out a pained laugh “You’re right you aren’t like the guys I’ve dated you are better than them. As for the family thing, join the club. I don’t care about that shit Dean. I just care about..” You stop looking down and your heart stops as Dean reaches lifting your head up to him. “You care about what?” You both move closer and when your lips are touching you whisper “you” and Dean slams his lips down on yours and pulls you closer.

[dicedungeons-and-dragons]

Waylan’s Sabbatical (7/?)

A chunk of writing following our party NPC (and my Son) as he breaks away from the party. Our campaign uses names of places from various fandoms for fun but they have no real relation to the source material. (We also call the Raven Queen Nara because of some hasty Wiki reading) This section contains Terran and Waylan’s first meeting!

TW: Mentions of past torture, general violence, injury.

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The Black Knight takes him through the forest. Introduces him to any creature that is sentient enough to understand. He meets a Green Hag who wants to pull out his liver and fill his corpse with frog eggs for whatever reason but she, like Terran, and the forest giants that he meets, seem to follow whatever the lich says. Waylan never sees him threaten them, there is never any animosity. Just short respectful conversations that lead to whatever creature taking a brief interest in him. He wonders if he would be as safe if he ever tried to return without the Knight at his side. These visits go on for weeks, and eventually he finds himself asking, 

“Why do you keep introducing me to, no offense, monsters?” 

“Because you came to the forest to be away from humans.”

“I came here to be away from everyone.” 

“And yet you kept finding your way into my company.” He can’t argue so the Knight continues. “You spoke when you were deep in the fever. You called out for a man and promised him you would not become a monster.”

Waylan bristles. “I wasn’t in my right mind.” 

“Perhaps, but oftentimes people are more honest when they are not. My Queen used to say that when her advisors reprimanded her for getting visiting diplomats thoroughly intoxicated but I believe she was right and the same wisdom can be applied here. You are frightened of becoming a monster, and yet you continue on in my company. Now I am showing you more monsters. Are you frightened of them?”

“Not when you’re around. For whatever reason they listen to you. I don’t think you’d let them kill me.” 

“And if I brought you to them as they were standing over a fresh kill?”

“I’ve seen you standing over a fresh kill.” Adventurers still come and die. Now that he’s staying in the castle he’s bared witness to it. Only once. A small party, four of them, in cheap vestments. When the lich cut the first one down, two immediately turned to run. The third howled, tears streaming down their face. The Knight didn’t leave them in their grief for long. 

“Were you frightened of me then? Did you object to my actions?”

They’re leading questions, but Waylan’s learned that the Knight won’t drop a subject once he becomes interested in it. “I was…” Sad isn’t quite right. He certainly felt something for the group. But it hadn’t been enough for him to step in, it hadn’t stopped him from checking to see if there were any valuable items on them before he left their corpses to mold away on the ground. “I was relieved that I didn’t know them.” He finally says. “This is your home, and whatever you’re planning on doing to the kingdom is your business. If they come here with the intention of doing you harm I understand why you have to defend yourself. But I’m glad I didn’t know them.” Because every adventuring troupe could have been his. And he’s been on the other side of the fight. He’s seen his friends cut down. He’s hated evil creatures. 

But he still doesn’t know what the Knight is doing in the forest.

“If those adventurers knew you were inside, watching as I killed them and their friends, they would believe you are a monster for standing by and doing nothing.” 

“It’s a matter of perspective. That’s what you’re getting at, right?” He rolls his eyes. “Every evil creature I’ve ever heard of, read about, or met has played at that angle.”

“Then perhaps there is some truth to it, Waylan.” 

****

“Can I ask you some questions?”

Terran lounges across the stone floor of his lair, a massive cave that he carved out of the side of a small mountain range that broke up the gently rising and falling hills of the forest. It’s not the first time Waylan has been allowed inside, but it is the first time he’s ventured in alone. The Black Knight had left a few days prior, saying the scouting he needed to do that was too dangerous for the living. Waylan spent the first two days in the Prince’s room reading what he could of the books. But the ticking gears in his arm and the memory of blood dripping onto a stone floor became too much. Seeking out the dragon’s company had been risky. But Terran had looked at him, one massive yellow eye, tucked his leather wings into his body, and taken human form. It had taken him a few minutes, digging through the horde of treasure that he’d warned Waylan would be harder to get to than it first seemed, before coming back with a polished wooden board and two small bowls. 

It’s a game that Gadreel had called Go and that Terran sniffs dismissively and calls Weiqi. The dragon is a more skilled player than him, but after nearly three dozen losses Waylan starts to understand that the dragon is very good at making it look like he’s using one strategy while actually employing another. Waylan thinks he could play with Terran every day until he dies and still lose. 

“You can ask.” But there’s no telling if what the creature says will be true. 

“When I was in the kingdom there were only vague rumors a dragon had come to the forest. Why didn’t you go and seek tribute?”

“Stupid boy, you know of the Goddess’ blessing on the edge of the forest.”

“I know that it’s less a goddess’ blessing that marks the start of the Dark Forest and more the end of the scar that the lich’s ritual made on the land.” The notebook he’d found locked away under the Prince’s desk had extensive notes on the process of becoming a lich and what it would cost. “Which means you’re choosing to stay here hidden away in the forest like a wyrmling instead of claiming Okren for yourself. That seems strange for a creature as powerful as you.”

Terran clicks his tongue and takes seven of Waylan’s pieces in retaliation. “Careful little mage, flattery will get you everywhere.”

“I think there’s already enough dragon blood in my family line, not that it wouldn’t be an honor.” He hates how quickly the response comes from him, hates that the rhythm of their flirtation reminds him of Lugh. “Why don’t you go to the kingdom?” He asks again, setting a piece to block what he hopes is the dragon’s next move. 

He and Terran take another few turns before he speaks again. “My horde is smaller than you expected it to be.” Waylan pauses as he reaches for another stone. “You mentioned it to the lich when you left my domain for the first time. The creatures that serve as my eyes and ears have a farther reach than you assumed. I escaped with my life and only a small amount of what is rightfully mine.”

“Escaped from what?”

“An old rival. While I grew wise over the centuries he grew vicious. He would have razed my forests to the ground and killed all that had offered me tribute in the nearby villages had I not abandoned my lair and left a sizable amount of my treasure. As it is, now he is growing fat and contented while my worshippers continue to pay. My spies tell me that as long as he is given tribute my forest stays intact, as do the villages.” Waylan sighs as Terran takes his last stronghold and effectively ends the game. “And the more contented he grows the easier it will be for me to slither into his misbegotten lair and slit his throat.” The dragon leans back and stretches his arms above his head and Waylan notices for the hundredth time how skinny he is in this form. Wonders how he earned his title. “You lose again, little human. If we were playing for your life I would have already swallowed you whole.”

“Good thing we’re not doing that then. Another round?” Terran shrugs, but he helps Waylan clear the board without protest.  “So you’re just buying time here?”

“I have been around long enough to spot a fisherman even when he does not carry a pole, little human.” 

“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here.” Terran clicks his tongue derisively. “Why the Black Knight lets you stay here, and why you listen to him. Liches pose no threat to you and he has no tribute to offer. I don’t understand why you’d defer to him.”

“Perhaps I should kill him then? You certainly make a strong case for it.” 

Cold shudders inside of Waylan’s chest. “No. That’s not–”

“Relax, Waylan.” The dragon orders flatly. “I’m well aware of your soft spot for our Knight. A place scarred with the darkness of creating a Lich gives creatures like the ones you’ve found more power. I stay here gathering strength to take back my home. The others come because they are pulled to it. Some creatures even spawn from it. The Lich, as much as he hates the king, feels a noble,” he hisses the word like a curse, “love for the kingdom itself. He will not let any of us stay on this land if we do not abide by his rule. Were the Knight my only opponent I would have claimed this land for my own, taken my tribute from the people. But he has many who would fight alongside him in these woods. And I am not in the habit of pursuing hard fights for few rewards.” 

“I have some friends in Oshime I wished lived by that philosophy.” Waylan considers this information for a moment. It raises more questions than it answers. “Why does the Knight hate the king?”

“That’s not my story to tell, little human, nor one I know every detail of. You’re just going to have to ask him yourself.” Terran’s head then snaps towards the entrance of the cavern, voice easily switching into common. “Are you going to continue to lurk in the shadows, Lich? Or are you going to come collect your pet?” 

“I have no need for pets.” The Knight says as he steps further inside. 

“I’m not a pet.” Waylan snaps in draconic. 

“Only because he has yet to ask you to kneel.” Terran purrs with a smirk. 

“Fuck you.” It occurs to him belatedly that he shouldn’t be rude to a dragon, but, well, he’s always rude. 

“Come get your yapping pup before he pisses on my shoes.” 

“Waylan is not a pet, he is a companion.” The Black Knight says flatly. “And if he were to piss on your shoes I am sure you would deserve it.” 

Terran’s brow quirks before he turns and smirks at Waylan again. “Maybe he’ll ask you to kneel sooner rather than later.” 

Waylan, very maturely, picks up a stone and throws it at the dragon’s head. 

[mrsmess]

Faves and fails of SPN (season 9)

Favorite episodes (in chronological order):

9:1 I think I’m gonna like it here - Usually not a fan of intro episodes but this is pretty tight

9:4 Slumber party - YES. Anything Charlie! Supernatural meets Once Upon a Time. Sam responding to Charlie’s info on who uploaded the unpublished Supernatural books. ”None. Uhm. No bells.” Lol.

9:5 Dog Dean afternoon - One of the best episodes in the entire show for obvious reasons: Jensen Ackles frolicking. The scene when the spell takes effect is amazing.

9:7 Bad boys - Love the retro episodes, this one is heartbreaking and scary to match. The fact that the show keeps revealing stuff about their childhood, John’s tough love approach, and stuff lost by the years separating the boys as well as their distinct roles, is really good. Kinda makes me wish we got more of those episodes. This casting of tween!Dean is very good, he rly is insufferable, and vulnerable, and much better than the one in the dodge ball episode. Blake Gibbons is also great in his role . The ending! Omg! I’m literally crying. ”He just said to tell you you have a job. Said you’d know what that means.”

9:11 First born - Ah. The blade. The Cain storyline. Loving the ”buddy” comedies; pairings Dean & Crowley and Sam & Cass. Dean growing a beard, a little overkill but I’ll take it. Cain is cute, and kinda entertaining. The idea that the Winchesters are allowed to change, Cass, what a radical concept.

9:13 The purge - Thank goodness they’re back together even if they’re just faking it til they’re ”making” it. Dean eating pudding, Sam doing yoga ”You’re not the only one who’s dated someone bendy.” And Sam asks Dean to admit that he didn’t save Sam out of some altruistic motive but for him himself, which is fine, right? I think that’s fine. Half the time I think most of their problems could be solved by (mainly) Dean just being honest about what he feels.

9:15 #thinman - this starts out pretty funny and ends up so frickin’ dark. Ed and Harry being some weird foil for Sam and Dean. The realness of this story is kinda painful.

9:18 Meta fiction - Gabriel! If only for a brief shining moment. Gadreel’s old vessel- I like him. Metatron injecting Cass with every book, movie, tv show... nifty!

9:19 Alex Annie Alexis Ann - A wayward daughter introduced. And Jody Mills is always a win. Good, tight episode. Excellent character study. Creepy ass monsters *because* they’re so human. One of the best episodes of this season.

9:21 King of the damned - Now this is my kinda torture. And Crowley and his son. And calling off the Hellhound over speaker phone. Why is this so funny?

9:23 Do you believe in miracles - Besides Dean bugging the crap outta me, this finale is actually pretty interesting. I rly like it. ”What happened to you being okay with this?” ”I lied.” I love them.

Fail episodes (in chronological order):

9:9 Holy terror - Angel stuff. And torture. Boring. Plus Gadreel offing Kevin. Booooooh! ”I always trust you, and I always end up screwed.” Winchesters, amiright?

9:12 Sharp teeth - Garth is a werewolf. Hate the brothers being out of sorts. A theme for the episode seems to be estrangement, deception. Serves to show how compulsive particularly Dean is, how lonely he makes himself. It’s all interesting but how am I supposed to be okay with an episode which ends this way? My heart just breaks.

9:20 Bloodlines - God I hate this.

Mediocre mentions:

Rock and a hard place - ”Congratulations Sam and Dean Winchester! You are both virgins!” Lol. Dean describing sex. Awesome. Not his finest hour making that sneaky pass on an ex porn star though, they could’ve played that *way* better.

Road trip - More angel stuff. *sigh* A torture montage is the quickest way to wind up off the fave list. Dean and Cas having a little tete-a-tete is nice, not enough to make up for it. However, Crowley and Gadreel doubleteaming Sam has me shouting on the couch. Okay, fine! ”If I see you again-” ”Yes, I’m dead, I love you too.” And ”Daddy’s home.” Crowley saves the episode.

Honorable mentions:

Using ”Who do you love?” in the previously on-section first thing this season.

I am into this new communicative schtick the bros have going. I’m loving this new and improved, supportive, sinscere, soft Dean, more of that plz.

Castiel going by Clarence! My heart! And experiencing the small and trying things of being human: thirst, hunger, lust, making money last, working shitty jobs, baby sitting. It rly does wonders for how I feel about him.

Ghost!Kevin telling the brothers to get over it. ”My mom’s taking home a ghost, you both are still here.”

The crazy collector and Human!Crowley in Blade Runners are more than a little icky- but also very interesting.

The chemistry between Padalecki and Jenny O’Hara in Mother’s little helper. The chemistry between Sam and Cass in this season, I feel there’s a real exchange there. Sam’s character has a really satisfying range in how it interacts with others, I dig that.

Dishonorable mentions:

Dean showing Cas the door w/o setting him up w a safe house. Especially since they put Kevin up in a warded motel room in Branson the very next episode. Winchesters, man.

Summing up:

I’m rly taken by the speech from Sharp Teeth. It’s much better written than I’ve given it credit for. On the one hand, Dean’s arc from the end of season 8 has made it emotionally and reasonably clear what his one job is, what his purpose is. At any price. Sam meanwhile is bigger picture, and the thing with Gadreel just made it clear that his and Deans ideas of their joint purpose differ. That’s why Sam says ”everything that’s ever gone wrong between us has been because we’re family.”

But well written or not; this really real conflict is also a big problem with this season, mainly because they use it for friction but ultimately not enough closure.

[thefragileblackdahlia]

The Beginning (Prologue)

A/N: I decided to write a fanfiction about an Archangel. There aren’t many fanfictions with angels and I’m sorry it isn't an x reader. Also, I am sorry if my writing isn't the best and that some characters seem OOC. I try, I try

Chapter Summary: Ariel is created and  Lucifer falls.

Character(s): Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Castiel, Gadreel, Ariel

Warnings: Third Person POV, Angst, fluff if you squint hard enough.

Word count: 2,521

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“Boys, Come to my throne room, I have an important announcement,” God commanded, his voice booming all throughout heaven and the universe.

Lucifer and Gabriel glanced at one another, unsure of what could be so important at this exact moment. Lucifer and Gabriel stood up from their seats in the lounge room, walking past the observation room. The observation room allowed the Archangels as well as God to watch black holes and galaxies. It was deemed “Michael’s thinking space.” In his opinion, it was quiet, undisturbed and all of the colors were extraordinary. Michael stayed seated, watching a comet tear through a cloudburst of gas.

“Hey bro, let’s go. Y’know how he gets when we are late.” Lucifer nudged his brother, pulling him back into reality. Gabriel offered his older brothers a soft smile, before flying to his father’s throne room. Gabriel’s true form was as bright as the sun, his wings golden. He stood proudly in his designated spot, wings unfurled.

“Hello, Gabriel.”

“Hello, Father.”

One by One all of the boys were standing in front of their creator, wings unfurled. God’s white light overshone the boys’, creating a soft blue glow of ambiance. “Hello, Lucifer.” He greeted his favorite with a smile before turning to the others. “Michael, Raphael.” He nodded as he said their names.

“What is wrong father?” Michael asked, genuinely concerned.

A burst of red light flashed through God’s throne room, casting an eerie glow. It hovered in front of his throne before another burst of light came, wings unfurling revealing three sets of big beautiful red wings.

The boys all stared in confusion. Did he seriously create another archangel? Was four not enough? Maybe he wanted something different. Michael’s brows furrowed as he stared into the light but soon his face relaxed as his eyes were met with cold blue ones. Michael white-knuckled his lance, unsure of how he felt about a female archangel. Things would certainly change and he didn’t know if it was for the better or worse.

“Say hello to the Archangel Ariel. She will be your sister. Treat her with respect.” God commanded, and with that, he left to work on his new ‘Project’.

The four stared at the new addition, all wary of her true form. She was small but powerful for certain but soft in her own way. What should they even say? ‘Hey welcome to the family? He’s never around’ No that was stupid. ‘Hey come here often?’ No that was dumb. The tension in the air grew thick before finally, Lucifer cut it.

“Hello, Ariel. Your wings are… uhh, beautiful I am-” Lucifer spoke slowly, his older brother interrupting him. “I am Michael,” He puffed his chest, flapping his strong, white wings while flashing her his grace charged irises. Lucifer rolled his eyes and stepped down from his pedestal, walking slowly toward his new sibling.

“Ignore his flexing, I am Lucifer...” He bowed as he spoke, his wings draping at his sides, mimicking his motions. “He likes to show off. ” He whispered shouted, purposely wanting Michael to hear.

The other boys stayed put on their pedestals, watching their second eldest brother interact with their youngest sibling. They were intrigued but not enough to move, in fear of how she might react to all of them bombarding her with introductions. They let Lucifer take the lead.

“That’s Raphael, He keeps to himself but overall will warm up to you. Don't worry.” He gestured toward the figure with dark gray wings.

“And… that’s Gabriel. He likes to joke around so watch your wings!” Lucifer snickered, casting Michael a side-eye as he remembered the time Gabriel made Michael’s wings purple. He adjusted himself, giving his pale pink wings one good flap before turning to face all his male siblings.

“Michael will show you around, Father needs me,” Lucifer spoke with a deep tone, one with uncertainty. He disappeared with the sound of flapping wings.

“Michael…” She spoke softly, his name rolling off her tongue. The sound of her voice was intoxicating, it reminded Michael of stars being born, the beauty in supernovas. He gazed intently with furrowed brows, anticipating her next words.

The female brought her hand to her chest, “Ariel…” She said with a breathy tone, uncertainty in her tone. She seemed confused, flustered and overwhelmed. She glanced behind her watching as she stretched her red and white wings, flexing. Ariel closed her eyes, blinking hard before opening them again. Her soft, pink, grace charged irises burrowing deep into Michael’s skull.

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Several billion years later, Ariel laid in the garden, watching as the clouds passed by. ‘Ariel’ A gruff voice echoed in her head, someone must be praying. ‘Ariel, come home.’ His words were spoken with urgency, meaning something horrible was happening. “Castiel…” She prayed, acknowledging his prayer whilst bringing herself to her feet.

Ariel avoided heaven as much as she could, trying to avoid her brothers arguing, the hate and jealousy, it was too much for her. When she could, she came to earth tending to the dying trees and flowers, watching the animals that were until she was needed.

When Castiel was created, her view changed. He was more awkward than other angels but was tough when needed to be. He was feared, respected, a soldier but he also held a tiny bit of compassion in him. When life first came into being, the gray fish heaving itself up on the beach, she stood next to him, him occasionally glancing at her

with a warm smile.

With a strong flap of her wings, she appeared next to her younger brother, observing what has unraveled in front of them. All of the angels stood in rows, by rank. The Archangels, Seraphim then soldier angels and so on. Ariel took her place beside her three brothers, specifically next to Lucifer. Her wings twitched as she watched Michael take ahold of Gadreel, the gatekeeper of The Garden.

“Gadreel?” Ariel spoke with soft tenderness, concern laced in her voice. “Brother, why are you arresting him? What has he done? Nothing. Let him be.” She snapped at her eldest brother, cutting in front of him. She glanced at Gadreel with weary eyes, trying to read his eyes but they were full of guilt.

Ariel slowly stepped back as she saw the wrath in Michael’s eyes, bringing her hand to her chest. Of course, she was furious also, but Michael was older, stronger.

“Step aside, little one.” Michael sneered, trying his best to not knock her aside as he rushed past her with a weakened Gadreel.

Gadreel kept his eyes on the ground as he couldn’t look at her, the Guardian Angel of Nature in the eyes. He shouldn’t have trusted Lucifer, not after the last fight Lucifer and Michael had, but his words were so convincing.

Michael made his way in front of God’s throne, awaiting his orders.

“Gadreel,” God spoke, his voice boomed all throughout heaven, fear arising in all of the angels.

“You have failed your duties in Guarding the Garden of Eden. You defied my direct orders in not only letting one Archangel sneak in but two! One of the two Angels have not harmed my creation but the other… I have no choice but to imprison you for the rest of eternity for your…mistake as you’d like to call it.” God spoke with hate laced in his voice, it wasn’t at all subtle.

Michael grabbed Gadreel by his throat before dragging him off to prison. But that was just the beginning of everything. All the Angels stood before their creator, shaken to their core at his wrath.

Ariel looked at the scene before her with wide eyes, her wings close to her back. She knew what was next, she had to face punishment.

Michael returned, standing next to the Creator’s throne with his lance in hand. He gripped the wood tight, his eyes fixed on his little sister and younger brother.

“Ariel, Lucifer!” God shouted, causing Ariel to flinch at her name. She glanced up at her older brother, fear painting her face. Lucifer slightly glanced at his little sister, watching her freeze with fear. It wasn’t like Ariel to freeze, she was a fearsome warrior, a vengeful guardian angel that could smite anyone with a thought. Lucifer felt sorry for her, she wasn’t the one in trouble, he was.

His fingers softly brushed against hers, gaining her attention. Ariel quickly intertwined their fingers, tightly holding onto her elder brother. Together, they walked forward and stood before the Lord.

“Ariel, do not touch him. I will not allow him to corrupt anything else.” God glared at their hands. His once most favorited son is now his most despised. “NOW.” He commanded and with a wave of his hand, he sent Lucifer crashing to the ground.

“How dare you? How dare you stand before me, holding hands with your sister as if you hold any compassion? You were to love my creation…” God stared at the floor, troubled.

“Ariel, next time I command, listen. Come stand next to Michael and your brothers.” He spoke.

Lucifer pleaded, looking up at his father with wide eyes, “"Father, I can't. These human beings are flawed. Murderous!" he bellowed, looking over to his sister for assistance. “Ariel, Little one, Join me, please. Tell father how flawed they are, they murder, rape, pillage. They do not deserve such love!” He gripped Ariel’s satin dress, preventing her from leaving his side.

Michael took a step forward with his hand out before he stopped himself from continuing any further. He furrowed his eyebrows, guilt written on his face. His wings were tight against his back as he heard his brother plead. What Lucifer said was true, but father’s rules came before everything else...even family.

“Micah! Tell him, Join me! Stand by my side. Brother!” Lucifer shouted, pulling him out of his shaken state. Michael’s eyes met his little brother’s. He didn’t want to watch any further, he couldn’t. He closed his eyes, blinking hard before opening them again.

Gabriel stood beside Raphael, his eyes filled with sadness. A brother he once loved now corrupted. He closed his eyes as he couldn’t watch any longer. Raphael stood on the left side of the throne, face stoic.

“Enough!” God shouted, waving his hand once more, sending his son flying towards the opposite end of the room. He snapped his fingers, Ariel appearing beside Michael and before anything else could happen she took Michael’s hand in hers.

“You rebel against me, grow jealous of my creation. You leave me no choice, Lucifer. You will be cast out of heaven.” God commanded, standing up from his throne and making his way towards the center of the mass room. He snapped his fingers a swirling hole appearing in the white tile, growing in size.

Gusts of wind blew past Ariel’s face, sending her dress flapping in the wind. She furrowed her brows, tears forming in her eyes.

“Luci…” She prayed silently, pleading for him to listen. “Luci, I love you…” She closed her eyes as she prayed, gripping Michael’s hand tighter.

Lucifer looked up to see her holding hands with Michael but praying to him. A smile crept across his face as he heard her say I love you. He stood proudly, knowing what was bound to happen now. He kept the smile on his face as he walked toward his father, proud to show the other Angels the man they are worshipping. Someone who would cast out their own son because he couldn’t worship and serve puny hairless apes.

“Let this be an example of what could happen to you…” God spoke slowly as he made his way to his throne. “Michael, cast him out.” He commanded.

Ariel’s eyes shot open at his words. “No…” She whispered but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. “Not Michael…that is not right, Father please be reasonable-” Her words were cut off, her voice gone. She looked up at her father, his hand in a fist.

Silently, Michael prayed to her, ‘It will be alright.’ He let go of her hand, making his way to his fallen brother. Michael with his lance swirled it in his hands before aiming it at his young brother. He lunged at Lucifer, not to hurt him but to put fear into him and so he did.

Lucifer slowly walked around his brother, making his way to the giant whirlpool of darkness. “Remember me..” He muttered, looking at Ariel then at his father. He sneered as he turned to face his ‘brother’.

Michael raised his hand, the sky opening up to reveal a bright, white light. “I, Archangel Michael, on behalf of the Lord...cast the Archangel Lucifer out of heaven!” He immediately brought his hand down, smiting his brother and sending him careening down the hole.

“Lucifer has fallen!” He bellowed, his voice cracking as he said his brother’s name.

After Lucifer’s fall, things changed.

Soon after Lucifer’s fall, horrible things followed. The corruption of man.

She stood with Castiel when the Tower of Babel fell, Cain & Abel, Sodom, and Gomorrah, Demons, Lilith, Knights of Hell. God had no choice but to create The Cage with over 600 seals.

Millions of years later, Gabriel had disappeared, he went to earth one day and then vanished. That left Ariel alone with a now hardened Michael and a power-driven Raphael.

Then after Gabriel, God left. He claimed that heaven had the three of them to command the host, that they didn’t need him. He was wrong.

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There was a prophecy written eons ago. A tale of two boys, two vessels who would start the apocalypse and bring on the end of God’s creation. Most angels were trying to prevent the end, but others like the Seraphim Zachariah, they wanted the world to end. Ariel would be sent down to hell, along with Castiel to save Dean Winchester and stop the apocalypse.

[29-pieces]

Post the first line of your last 10 published fics, then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by the lovely @socialanxietyandotherthings, thanks!! :D 

1) “He couldn't have gone far, right? I mean, this is Aramis.”

From Papa Treville. Hehe, a Father’s Day oneshot for The Musketeers with some Treville appreciation ^_^ 

2) Athos woke to a pounding headache and throbbing skull, far worse than his usual hangovers. He groaned softly without opening his eyes, fighting back nausea—also unusual. What in heaven's name had he been drinking the night before?

From The Devil’s Game. Yeahhhh so I put the Musketeers through the wringer with this one... I have a thing about psychotic villains, they’re just a lot of fun, don’t judge me XD Besides, who doesn’t love kidnapped musketeers with lots of whump? 

3) It was just as well that Athos couldn't speak; watching the Spanish soldiers dragging Porthos and Aramis in, he didn't know whether he would have laughed at the absurd inevitability that they would show up, or given them both a piece of his mind for getting caught in a foolish rescue attempt.

From No Evil. Speaking of kidnapped musketeers. This was borderline crack, to be honest. Each of the three have a temporary handicap and have to work together to get out of a sticky situation, hehe ^_^ 

4) When Athos was shoved into the small basement prison, he wasn't even surprised to see Porthos, Aramis, and d'Artagnan already there, also captives; really, that said something about the state of their lives.

From Just Another Day. And this one was TOTAL crack! XD XD Once again speaking of kidnapped musketeers, only for this one they’ve had quite enough and are unimpressed with their situation XD

5) It happens exactly the way the Empty god said it would. By the time the chaos calms down long enough for Castiel to even think about being happy, he's almost forgotten to be on guard. It's been years.

From How Fierce My Love. Bittersweet, this is the last fic I did for Supernatural. It followed 14x8 and honestly I’m kinda pretending this is what happened and everyone lived happily ever after and this is how it ends. I just like to see everyone rallying to Cas’s side. And Chuck being a good guy. Oh well. 

6) Sam watched in mute horror beside Dean as Metatron leaned over and blew out the holy fire like it was made of birthday candles. Impossible… angels couldn't just put out the flames like that! And yet, Metatron had, and Sam's hunting instincts took over without second thought. Grabbing the angel blade he had stashed in his waistband, Sam lunged towards the scribe with Dean right at his side.

From Quid Pro Quo. A oneshot of total Cas whump because Metatron is a douche-nozzle and the whole prisoner exchange with Gadreel and Cas goes badly. 

7) The coffee was hot.That was one thing Sam appreciated the most about this place: the coffee was always hot. No matter how many hours he sat in the Bunker's library, poring over the old tomes of lore and knowledge, his back never ached and the coffee never needed reheating.

From Facilis Descensus Averni. This one was fun!! Supernatural but with a Shadowhunters flare, where Gabriel gets the Winchesters out of retirement (cough, in heaven, cough) and sends them to rescue Cas from Hell where he’s been on a mission (and hasn’t been home in a few days), complete with runes to give them extra abilities. 

8) Sam isn't sure what disturbs him more. Whether it's the sight of the angel Cas is fighting—the one wearing his face—or the words that they speak."Don't think you are better than me. We are the same."

From Wenn Die Engel Fallen. Pure angst following 13x22 because there was SO MUCH MORE to alt!Cas than they really spelled out. I might have cried while writing this. I am not ashamed. 

9) "Dean, please," Sam exclaimed with a disheartened sigh. "I know this sucks. I don't like it either, believe me, but until we can fix this-""No!" Dean shouted, thrashing wildly with both hands cuffed together to fend him off. "Get away from me!"

From Psychosis. Because have I mentioned that I love creepy psychotic villains??? A psychological thriller where Dean just has a really bad time XD

10) Castiel yanked and fought against the merciless hands forcing him along. Though one of the demons had taken his angel blade, the warrior was hardly defenseless without it. 

From Bedtime Story. More whump and kidnapped boys, I seem to have a type when it comes to fics XD Also a Megstiel fic, which I enjoyed way more than I expected!! ^_^ 

I don’t have ten people to tag and half of the ones I do know were already tagged, LOL, but @lady-wallace care to play along?? :D 

[supernatural-book]

Born To Be Yours (2/4)

Title: Born To Be Yours (Gadreel x Reader)

Summary: After being sent away from the bunker by Dean, the Reader reflects on her feelings towards Gadreel, while the angel faces a decision as to whether he wants the Reader or his supposed second chance more, and questions what he’s willing to do for it.

A/N: Here’s the second part!!! Once again, all violently based off of the songs on my “Born To Be Yours” playlist (All Imagine Dragons stuff). I changed the times of day when things happen (the ending of 9x22 happening early in the morning instead of however it was in canon), but kept most of it generally canon-friendly (unfortunately). Also it’s 1:51 am omg I was only halfway through 4 hours ago and I just couldn’t go to sleep without finishing this.

Word Count: 5,440

You had always seen the bunker as your home just as much as Sam and Dean had. When Sam and Dean had moved in a year ago, they had promptly called you, knowing the bad situation you were in. Now, you had spent the past year helping them on cases in return to the kindness they’ve shown you giving you a place to call home. You’ve grown to love the boys as if they were your own family, and now look what was happening.

You remembered the first look you had of the bunker. Dean had called you the other day and told you where it was, asking you to come. You knew the very first moment you saw the bunker that you would come to love living with the boys.

“Come on, (Y/N)! You’re a bad ass hunter. We’d love to have you here with us!”

Now, you were taking your last look at the place you called home, the back of your car filled with bags of your belongings. You felt as if, once again, you lived on the road. You reached for your phone blindly and clicked on the name that you knew you may not ever call again. You blinked back the tears as he answered, the same gruff, troubled voice you’ve come to love. But, he made it clear that you weren’t wanted there, so you focused on what you really cared about. “Dean, I’m gone now. When are you letting Gad go?”

“We’re taking him to Meta-douche now. He gave us Cas back, so you can thank him for persuading us to do a fair trade. Why do you even care about him so much?” You thought over what he said. Why did you feel so drawn to this angel? Even before you got to know him, there was something there, you could tell.Whether or not he goes to you after we let him go is up to him. Then you’ll see if you should’ve trusted him or us.” You tried to ignore the bitterness of his voice as you hung up the phone and tossed it to the passenger’s side floor. You couldn’t stop the tears that dropped from your eyes as you pressed the accelerator harder, just trying to get away from there, hoping maybe, just maybe, you could start over. You couldn’t, logically, you knew. You couldn’t stop loving Sam and Dean like family. You’d keep hunting, definitely, not like you wanted to stop anyway. You’d never stop worrying about Castiel, and you would never, ever be able to shake the feeling in your gut when you thought of Gadreel. You thought back to what Dean said “Whether or not he goes to you after we let him go is up to him.” Of course he'd come back to you.

Right?

Soon after you had left, the boys had shackled Gadreel’s wrists together and forced him into the trunk of the Impala. He could have easily tried to fight back, but he was thinking of you. If he didn’t fight back, he’d be free sooner. And the sooner he was free, the sooner he would be able to see you. He didn’t want to do anything to screw that up. Before they took Gadreel, though, Castiel found a moment alone with him. He knew, even if his brother was in the wrong, he was being manipulated by Metatron. He truly wanted Gadreel to come to the right side, for both his sake and yours. It was hard to see an angel so misguided as him being manipulated once again by the same angel who had tricked Castiel himself. “Gadreel.” He looked up from the chair he was still chained to.

“Castiel.” His face darkened. “You are here to sway my loyalties. I-”

“No, brother.” Castiel closed the door to the dungeon, knowing it was only a matter of time before the boys came back to get Gadreel. “I know about you and (Y/N). You feel drawn to her, yes?” Gadreel nodded, his face softening at the sound of your name.

“I do. I can feel the pull whenever I am near her.”

“You understand what it means?”

“Yes.” a somber look over took his face. “For her sake, I wish it were not that. But there is something special about her, brother. She… listens to me. I...” Castiel couldn't help the smile that lifted his face at his naive brother's unknown emotions.

“I understand. She is quite the compassionate being. She cares for you greatly- not simply because of the pull. I would suggest to go and see her after you are freed, seeing as she is one of the few who don’t yet see you as a bad person. She worries for you.” Castiel let his words settle in the fallen angel’s mind before turning towards the door. “I do not say this for your sake, but for hers. I urge you to listen to what Metatron is making you do, and rethink what you’re choosing. For (Y/N).” The boys had come in soon afterwards and taken Gadreel, throwing him into the trunk of the Impala. He couldn’t move, and his broken wings were in pain in the darkness of the small trunk. He couldn’t help his thoughts from travelling to the memories of his time in prison, and he instead forced himself to think of you during that long ride back.

That evening, Gadreel was back in Metatron’s office in Heaven, Castiel’s urging words still hanging over him. Metatron was speaking to him about the war in Heaven, but Gadreel really couldn’t care less. He hadn’t been able to focus for hours, and the last thing he wanted to think about right now was the things he had been doing with Metatron.

“I have one last thing for you to do before we continue.” He handed him a small slip of paper with that terrible smile of his and Gadreel immediately knew what he meant.

“Must I kill another?

“This is the last person. I noticed they've been getting in your way. Coming between you and I. We can't have that.” Gadreel unfolded the small paper and swore his vessels heart stopped for a moment. “Hey, if you want your second chance…” Gadreel ripped his eyes away from the name. “...this is it.”

After driving through sunset and for the next 24 hours with only short stops for gas and bathroom trips, you had finally decided you were far enough away, and settled down in a hotel with your small amount of cash and whatever you had packed into the car with you. With your body begging for sleep and the day’s stale occurrences still on your mind, you climbed into the shower and took a longer time than usual, washing away all the nerves and thoughts of the day. What had happened that let Dean and Cas know where you and Gadreel were? Why were they even that upset? Gadreel was the only one who listened to you. The boys were too caught up in everything else, and you just wanted to help Gadreel to not feel so guilty.

You couldn't help but get worried as the night grew darker and Gadreel still hadn't showed up. He would show up, wouldn't he? You lay sitting on your bed, sipping a cup of coffee that you’d bought on the road, forcing your eyes to stay open just in case of the angel’s return. There was nothing you could do but wait or pray.

“Hey, Gadreel. Are you there? I really do miss you. And I’m sorry about what the boys put you through. Just, don’t be mad at me, please.” Sometimes, you needed to hear yourself in order to see how much you really needed him. Tears blurred your vision, and seeing that the boys were nowhere near here, you let them fall willingly. You cried for everything that happened in the past year with the boys. Everything you had gone through. You cried for them, for you, and for Gadreel.

A knock on your door interrupted your tears. You hesitated, not wanting to get up for room service of any sort. But, feeling a tug in your heart, you suddenly felt that it could be Gadreel. You pushed yourself up off of the bed, not bothering to wipe away the tears as your steps across the room quickened. The doorknob was centimeters from your hand as you felt your heart pound once again, forcing you to throw the door open. You were immediately met by a large figure in the doorway, standing still with a worried look adorning his features. He opened his mouth and spoke with a polite, gentle voice.

“(Y/N).” You didn’t hesitate for a moment as you stepped towards him, wanting to collapse in his arms, tears becoming vehement.

“Gad…” You curled yourself into him, arms snugly around his waist. Your heart seemed to surge towards him, in a way you’d never felt with anyone before. You’ve been in love in the past, but those feelings had nothing on how you felt right now. It was as if your heart wanted to jump out of your chest and couple with his. Gadreel stood, frozen, and though you couldn’t see, his mind was flashing back and forth, considering his options. With your arms still wrapped around him, he stepped into the room, closing the door. Sensing the uncomfort in the room, you looked up to his gentle green eyes. “Is something wrong? Did they do something to you?” He gently removed your arms from around him, shaking his head no.

“Nothing is wrong, (Y/N). Were you worried I would not come?”

“Well, you took your time getting here.” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“(Y/N), you know I cannot fly. I had to drive.” Oh. Your cheeks were lit aflame, and you were ashamed you hadn’t thought of that before. You felt so stupid. So caught up in how much you needed him to be here with you, that you didn’t even take the time to realize that he has to drive. “Do not feel unintelligent.”

“Still, Gad. You’re a horrible liar. You’re even more tense than usual. Tell me what’s wrong.” He shifted on his feet, avoiding your red, teary eyes.

“You are correct. I believe in integrity, so I have no choice but to tell you.” Finally taking the time to wipe your tears, you stepped back to sit on the bed, patting the space next to you.  He made his way towards you hesitantly, and sat on the edge of the bed, hands spread on his thighs in a very forced looking way. “Sam and Dean took me back to Metatron.” You frowned. You wanted to stop Gadreel right here and tell him that that man was manipulating him, but you held your tongue. “They had me handcuffed in the trunk of their vehicle. It reminded me of… times I would rather not remember.”

“That’s why you’re all stiff and nervous looking?” He sighed and lifted his gaze to look at you, only to drop it back to his lap a moment later.

“Metatron gave me a task. He says I must complete it in order to be redeemed.” Your fists clenched unconsciously on your lap. So that douche bag was still trying to get Gadreel to kill for him. Still playing him.

“Gad, you know that’s not true, right? You’ve already redeemed yourself. You helped Sam, brought Cas and Charlie back from the dead, and I know you really want to help us! You don’t need to work for Metatron.” Gadreel’s lips tightened into a harsh line.

“I am helping my brothers and sister get back to Heaven. After all the mistakes I have made, this is the least I could do to help them.” You only nodded, not wanting to argue with him right now. A short breath escaped his lips. “But, I am not certain that is what Metatron wants. And I… I don’t think I can do it. That is why I came to you.”

“Well, what is he asking you to do that you started to change your mind?” Once again, Gadreel shifted uncomfortably. “Gad?”

“He’s asked me to kill.”

“Well, you have killed for him before, haven’t you?” He frowned, eyes shadowed by the memories of the ones he’s killed. “Sorry, Gad. But it’s true. He’s a bad guy, and he’s trying to make you a bad guy too.”  

“Metatron said they were preventing us from finding a way to return to our home.”

“What was Kevin doing to prevent that?” Gadreel’s face fell, he glanced around as if trying to think of an answer.

“Metatron told me-”

“No, Gad! Tell me from what you know. Not what Metatron brainwashed you into thinking.” He finally lifted his head and looked at you. The look of worry and tension in his pale green eyes worried you. “What’s wrong? Who did he ask you to kill now?” He didn’t answer, and only reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small yellow slip of paper. You took it between your fingers and unfolded it.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)”

“What?” It took you a moment to realize that you were the one he was supposed to kill. You stood up from the bed and stepped away from him, gaining distance between the two of you. You could only hope that considering all of the comfort you’d given him, he was going to allow you to live. There was no way you would be able to fight against an angel of the Lord, even if he was still not fully charged. He could kill you with one touch, just like he did to Kevin, and that terrified you. He stood from the bed, holding his hands up in front of him in a surrender.

“Please, believe me. I do not wish to hurt you.” He reached into his pocket and  pulled out a sliver angel blade, causing your heart to stop momentarily. Seeing your panicked look, he tossed the angel blade onto the floor. “(Y/N).”

“You’re not going to listen to him, are you?”

“Of course not. (Y/N), I need you to help me. I don’t want to work with him anymore.” He reached out, as if trying to persuade you to come closer. “Please, (Y/N).” You looked up and caught his even, begging gaze, suddenly not able to look away. The look in his eyes was not deceptive in the least. Where normally he’d guard his emotions and hide behind the tough exterior he needed to have through his torture, he was now letting all his feelings show. You could see everything in his eyes, and something in there pulled you into him. “(Y/N), do you trust me?”

It may have just been the look in his eyes, or maybe you were just tired of not being with him, but you broke down, letting yourself collapse into his arms. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling as you latched yourself onto the angel in front of you. As his arms curled around you gently, pulling you into him and cradling your head to is chest, you knew, from somewhere deep in your soul, Gadreel would never hurt you. Every time you were around him, no matter the circumstances- whether you were in friendly situations or you were helping the boys to capture him, much to your dismay- it all felt so right to be close to him. Your tears seemed to lessen over time as you hid yourself in the warmth of his vessel’s body, finding comfort in the soft fabric of his hoodie.

“(Y/N), can you feel the pull between us?” Gadreel’s low voice vibrated through his chest.

“Yeah.” You nodded, sniffing through the tears. “What is it Gad? It’s so… foreign. It’s like love but stronger. Like… my body relies on you.” Realizing what you had said, you pulled back from him slightly, embarrassed. He caught hold of your wrist before you could back away completely.

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about, (Y/N).” He let out a small huff of air, almost like a laugh. “I find it amusing that you are asking me to explain feelings to you. Often, you are the one to explain human emotions to me. You cannot help what your body feels around me. It is something my Father had written down in your soul.”

“What do you mean?” Something about the way he said God had written something down in you soul. “That sounds a little… scary, to be honest.”

“My dear (Y/N), this feeling is nothing to be afraid of. Shortly after the beginning of time, while I was still protecting the Garden, my Father gave certain human beings angelic counterparts. The angels were meant to watch over their human charges, and the humans are always meant to feel comforted in the presence of their angel’s grace.”

“Like, guardian angels?” A smile lit up Gadreel’s face for the first time all evening.

“I suppose. But it goes much deeper than the human concept of guardian angels.” His fingers trailed gently down your wrist to grasp your hand in his own, and he knelt down before you with a bowed head in a chivalrous and almost knightley way. “We were supposed to see the humans as beings much greater than ourselves, to care for them and worship them more than we’ve worshiped our own Father. And so, he gave a very lucky few angels human mates, with whom they are to combine their grace with.”

“Mates? Soulmates? Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“After all my time in Heaven’s prison, I figured that my Father would not allow me to have a mate. And when I first saw you, I knew I was far from worthy of being yours.” You pulled him up off the floor, placing your hands on his jaw to focus his gaze on you.

“Gadreel, please. You are more than worthy of me.” The tips of your fingers danced along his jawline delicately, a soft silence falling between the two of you. Everything that the two of you had gone through in the last two days alone was too much and you had broken down twice already. A day ago, before Dean had found the two of you and thrown you out, you had come so close to kissing Gadreel in a spur of the moment feeling in the garden, surrounded by the delicate scent of roses. But now, with the knowledge that God himself had meant the two of you to be together, you knew in this moment that you wanted to do this. “We’re soulmates.” You fingers tangled together behind his neck, pulling him down to you and lifting yourself as high as you could reach. Your lips melded together in a gentle waltz, heads tilted slightly and noses bumping together in a soft rhythm. In a daring move, you brushed your tongue along his lips, pulling back immediately and sucking in a quick breath as if shocked at what you had done. You took the moment to admire the beauty of Gadreel’s flushed face, counting the soft freckles that were sprinkled like galaxies across his skin.

“Forgive me, I am unsure as to how to perform these activities.” You smiled, laughing at his awkward statement towards the passionate kiss. “I assume by this kiss you mean you accept me as your soulmate.”

“It’s not just the fact that we’re soulmates, Gadreel. I… well, I really care about you, okay? I’ve wanted to do that for a while. I guess I only felt confident know. Even when you spoke to me with Sam as a vessel, there was something about you. You’re… well, an angel.” Gadreel only tilted his head aside in confusion. “Okay, I mean you act how humans think angels would act. Not like the ones that I’ve seen, aside from Cas and some others. You’re… sympathetic. Kindhearted. Patient.”

“I could say the same about you. You spent time listening to me when nobody else would. When even I believed I was not good enough, you showed me the good things. You tried to show me the right things to do. I need to thank you for that.” You looked down, face flushed in modesty.”But I never listened to you. I continued to listen to what Metatron ordered me to. I did bad things for him. It took me until he told me to kill the one I loved the most to realize the fault in his ways. I hope you can find a way to forgive all that I’ve done, and help me to become a better person.”

“Of course, Gad.” Gadreel’s face lit up with a soft smile and you pulled him towards the bed. He sat down gently on the edge, and you promptly climbed up to the pillows and pulled the blankets around you. “Come on, snuggle up in here.”

“I don’t need to sleep.”

“Just because you don’t need to sleep doesn’t mean you can’t cuddle with me.” Gadreel seemed unsure as to what he should do, but promptly lay next to you, fully clothed. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking that was such a “Gad” thing to do. “Hey, hey. At least take your shoes and jacket off.” He nodded quickly, as if worried he had somehow disrespected you, and kicked off his shoes, stripping from his layers of jackets and settling down next to you. You turned onto your side, wanting nothing more than to press yourself into the angel’s warmth. Instead, you kept a respectable distance between your bodies. “You’ve never done this, have you?”

“No. I assume it is a way humans show affection?”

“That’s right. I care about you, alright? I might even... “ You stopped what you were going to say. “Gad, I really like you, alright?”

“It comforts me to know that. It is refreshing to have someone to talk to after all these years.” He shifted slightly, bed creaking under his weight. “I truly believe you are a miracle, (Y/N). In all of my life, I never imagined that all of my suffering would end, and having such a beautiful human as my own was unimaginable. When I first saw you, I knew I couldn’t keep it from you for long, but at the same time, you deserved much more than what I put you through.” He reached a hand up to lay delicately next to your cheek, fingertips stroking the soft skin occasionally. “I feel I am blessed that you were the one created to match my grace.”

“Gadreel…” You could barely form words. “I couldn’t ask for a better angel.”

“I hope I can prove my worth, beginning with my decision about Metatron. I do want redemption, but I realize now that he is not helping me. I will go to Sam and Dean tomorrow and ask for forgiveness. I want to help them. And maybe in the process, I can reclaim my good name.” You smiled and scooted closer to him, starting to feel more confident next to him.

“I’m so happy for you. See, Gad, this is how how you earn your second chance. Think for yourself, don’t let anyone control you.”

“Will you come with me to persuade them?”

“Well… I’m not sure if they’d want to see me yet. And I’m not sure if I really want to see them.” You saw his fall slightly, as if he were worried he wouldn’t be able to persuade them without you. “Hey, you’ll be great. Trust me. Dean may not like you a whole lot, but Cas at least would probably trust you. They’ve all made mistakes, just like you. No matter how dense they can be, they should be able to see that. And if you do start working with them, promise to come back and check in with me tomorrow evening.”

“Of course, my light.” Gadreel nodded softly as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, shyly accepting the term of endearment.

“Anyway, you should tell me about what it means to be soulmates. I’m really interested.” You could barely keep your voice from failing.

“Another time, I promise. But now, (Y/N), you need to rest. I may already be gone by the time you awake.” Too tired to argue back that you could stay up with him, you nodded and curled into him further, managing one last sentence.

“I’ll pray to you in the morning, Gadreel.”

“And I will hear, (Y/N).”

Gadreel watched over you the entire night, eyes observing the steady rise and fall of your chest as you breathed, unconsciously moving you closer to him in the night, until you were practically on top of him and he could feel the beat of your heart echoing through the room. The morning came all too quickly, and he reluctantly pulled away, slipping his jackets and shoes back on and leaving the hotel room quietly as to not rouse you.

The drive seemed all too short, and before he knew what was happening, he was standing before the boys, asking for forgiveness. He had told them his desire to help, but still they seemed unswayed, so he thought back to the words you had told him the night before, when you were trapped between the soft warmth of blankets and his body heat.

“You don't trust me, fine. I understand. I've...made mistakes. But haven't you? Haven't we all?” He noticed a small change in Sam and Castiel’s moods, but Dean’s face stayed as harsh as it had been. “At least give me a chance.” The boys seemed to exchange glances before Dean stepped forward, left hand out in a seemingly friendly gesture. The next moment, Gadreel was on the floor of the bunker, bleeding out from a large gash in his torso.

It all happened so fast.

It was this time, a few hours away, that you had begun to wake up, still drowsy and hungover with the sweet memories of the night before. The sun was already up and, true to his word, Gadreel was gone. You closed your eyes, still able to detect his scent in the sheets, and let the words flow in your mind.

“Good morning, Gadreel. I hope everything’s going well. I believe in you, Believe in yourself. When you return, we can go back to that Garden I know you love. Or we can find a new one. I miss you. Come back safe, okay?”

With your words in his ears, he picked himself up while Sam and Castiel were gone, taking care of Dean somewhere, and dragged himself out the door of the bunker and into his car. He drove until he was sure he was about to pass out, and saw beautiful green scenery beside the road, flowers and grass that reminded him of his time with you in your garden, and the time he spent in Eden. He fell down in a patch of grass, blood pouring profusely from the wound,

This was it. There was no way he’s getting a second chance, not with the way Dean responded, He may as well accept death with open arms. But that would only bring you sorrow.

He heard Metatron speaking over angel radio, spewing some nonsense about him being the new God, Heaven being temporarily closed, but that it was going to be worth it. It was then that Sam and Castiel arrived. Gadreel knew they must be here to finish him off. Immediately, an image of your warm smile flashed in his eyes. Oh, how he wanted to protect that smile. But instead of dealing him his death, Castiel healed him, and before he knew it, Gadreel was helping the two find Metatron.

He had gotten Castiel  to the door to Heaven, and was about to ask of the plan Castiel said he had, when the other angel spoke up instead.

“Did you meet with (Y/N) last night?” Gadreel could have gotten defensive, said that it was not Castiel’s business, but his brother seemed genuine about it. It was nice to have a brother who didn’t despise him.

“I did. And I told her. She was thoroughly pleased by the news, though quite shocked at first. It makes me happy that she accepts me. Though there seems to be something else besides the bond that I feel towards her.” Castiel only nodded, a smile on his face, as if he knew this was coming.

“I know what you are feeling. Humans call it love. I’m sure you’re familiar with the term?” Gadreel nodded, though unsure as to what his brother meant by it.

“I remember that it set humans apart from other species. The ability to care deeply for one another.” He hesitated. “Castiel, am I in love with (Y/N)?”

“I believe you are, my friend. And she loves you. She is your soulmate, after all. It is to be expected.” Gadreel looked off into nowhere, overwhelmed with his thoughts about you. How fortunate he was to have been able to fall from his prison and meet you in your lifetime, rather than any other century he could have fallen. He craved the human touched he had experienced the night before, and vowed that after this mission, he would go back and hold you again. He cleared his throat and focused his gaze back on Castiel.

“So, you said you had a plan... “

Late that evening, you sat up, awaiting you’re angel’s return. You were giddy with excitement, If he had been gone all day, surely it meant he had helped the boys on their missions. Maybe he wouldn’t even be back tonight, You managed to drift off, only to awake again when you heard shuffling around your room.

“Gadreel?” Suddenly energized, you sprang out of bed, only to see Castiel standing there. “Oh… Cas? What are you doing here?”

“Gadreel came to us and asked to help. He got us into Heaven.”

“Great! So the boys decided to give him a second chance?”

“Well, Dean was… not too excited about it.” Castiel’s face was oddly nervous, and you knew he was hiding something. “Dean cut Gadreel with the Blade.” This caused alarms to go off in your mind.

“Is he okay?”

“I healed him… from that.” There were metaphorical red flags everywhere you looked. Castiel’s face showed unmasked sympathy and slight nervousness, looks that did not comfort you whatsoever. “He got me into Heaven, but they tricked us. We ended up in Heaven’s jail.” You couldn’t help but scowl even deeper in worry. After everything he went through there, there’s no way Gadreel didn’t have some sort of panic attack while he was there.

“How did you get out?” Castiel sighed, lying a hand on your shoulder heavily as if as a gesture of condolences.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” You shook you head, not wanting to believe what you thought Castiel was implying. “Gadreel blew himself up to get me out of jail.” You felt your heart drop to your stomach as the truth sunk in. “No.” You shook your head, willing the tears not to fall. You trembled in your spot, mouth open to say something, but words failing you. You knew the sigil angels had been carving into their vessels was irreversible once triggered. “He was a hero, (Y/N).” Something snapped inside of you, as if your soul was ripped from its other half, and you suddenly couldn’t stop the building tears, and crashed to the floor on your knees, a earsplitting cry erupting from your lips as you let the tears fall freely to the cold, hardwood floor of the hotel. Castiel knelt next to you, holding you back from collapsing onto the ground completely. You couldn’t stop the image from playing in your mind- Gadreel, desperate and afraid, running out of time, carving a sigil deep in his flesh with the intention of turning his grace into a bomb for the sake of his brothers and sisters. For the sake of humanity. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a small sliver of yellow.

“(Y/N), (Y/L/N).”

Another wild cry of desperation broke free from your throat, raspy and pained through the sobbing. He may have spared you last night, but now, your other half was gone.

And you wouldn’t get him back.

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Taglist! (please tell me if there are mistakes, I didn’t edit yet its almost 2 am thanks)

@theredheadedwinchester, @solis200213, @music-lockscreen, @bella-ca, @totally-not-gadreel, @saki-s

[writingfromkitchenator]

1,300 Followers Challenge!

Thank you everyone again for this amazing milestone!  I couldn’t have done this without you all and your support for my fics and I am incredibly grateful for you all.

So, a simple challenge this time round, however, I am opening it up to a few more fandoms so there are plenty of characters to chose from.

There is a list of 50 quotes below, all of which I have taken from the many, many hours spent watching Markiplier (I’m a fan, yes) and will now be used in some fics!  So, in saying that, each quote will be used once, after a quote has been selected, I will cross it out and write the character used next to it.

This challenge will be closed on the 5th July.  This challenge is going to open for a month at least, so, no hurry, however, if in that time all requests are taken, I will open up a second round of the same quotes to be selected.  This challenge will also be open to sequels again, so if I’ve written something that you want to see more of, please just let me know!

In saying that, please remember that this is all just a bit of fun, I’m sure you can have a laugh at some of the quotes below.  Please send all requests through asks, it’s easier for me to keep track of, and let me know of any questions!  It is, of course, okay to request more than once!

Quotes and characters that I’ll write for below the cut!

“I’m really impressed by your boy band but I just don’t want to deal with it now, okay?” ~ Haldir

“I  never said I was highly intelligent…just extremely handsome.” ~ Jaskier

“All I want is a smile.” ~ Crowley

“This is what drives people to turn into werewolves.” ~ Jaskier

“There's more than one way to skin a cat if you know...if you...uh...never mind...” ~ Aragorn

“That sucks for you and I don’t care.” ~ Loki

“I just went and got you human blood last night.” ~ Castiel

“That’s only moderately creepy.” ~ Gimli

“I’m sorry I made fun of your teddy bear!” ~ Balthazar

“I don’t got this.  This is not got.” ~ Legolas

“I’m just an idiot shouting at the void.” ~ Thorin

“Don’t look down.  Never look down.” ~ Haldir

“Don’t call me short you arsehole.” ~ Zevran

“I know a death hallway when I see one.” ~ Balthazar

“You never know when that thing behind you is going to stop staring at you and start acting on its instinct to kill and maim.” ~ Geralt

“No, I don’t want a kiss.” ~ Dwalin

“I don’t even know what we’ve got to do now.” ~ Thorin

“I wasn’t looking, do it again.” ~ Bucky

“Where’s the pitter patter of little feet? ~ Fili

“I’m going to make my way slowly into the abyss.” ~ Faramir

“Woah, what is wrong with your face?” ~ Sirius

“That is a lot of responsibility.  I’m going to kill us.” ~ Legolas

“Listen guys, listen, I wish I could make an excuse for myself, but I cannot.” ~ Fili

“You’re not even thinking about my feelings while you laugh, are you?” ~ Dorian

“I hate upsetting the nice one.  I hate it.” ~ Crowley

“Would you like my shoe?” ~ Sam

“I’m going to assume it’s bad until proven otherwise.” ~ Bones

“I’m going to go out there and dance around like an idiot.” ~ Kirk

“Why does everything have to be so horrible all the time?” ~ Spock

“I’ll just…take that.  Thank you sir, have a  nice day!” ~ Beorn

“It’s unfortunate that this is going to happen to you.” ~ Faramir

“So long as you said sorry that’s all that really matters.” ~ Lindir

“My instincts are honed to a cat like reflex.” ~ Jaskier

“It’s probably best to take this nice and slow.” ~ Haldir

“You can’t tell me to calm down.” ~ Thranduil

“If I’d known about that I would’ve done that a long time ago.” ~ Eomer

“A man in love does not concern himself with safety.” ~ Varric

“That’s what you get for bad mouthing my girlfriend.” ~ Ron

“Don’t get up.  I will hurt you.” ~ Draco

“Whatever you’re conspiring for, don’t do it.” ~ Haldir

“That’s not a good sound.” ~ Boromir

“Are you asking him or are you asking me?” ~ Boromir

“I enjoy your company but I need my time.” ~ Boromir

“Why do you think when you wake up in the morning, the sheets are no longer tucked  into the bed?” ~ Thranduil

“Now that…sounds like hell.” ~ Geralt

“I didn’t ask for a monster!” ~ Yennefer

“I don’t know what you just did but that was awesome.” ~ Thranduil

“I’m not going to do anything.  Fuck you.” ~ Gimli

“It’s exactly what it needs to be and no more.” ~ Eomer

“I could’ve told you that it wasn’t going to end well for you.” ~ Thor

Characters I will write for:

The Hobbit – Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin (friends only), Frerin, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Bilbo, Lindir, Beorn

The Lord of the Rings – Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Elrond, Haldir

Supernatural – Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer, Benny, Balthazar, Chuck, Garth, Mick, Gadreel, Charlie, Bobby

Marvel – Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Peter Quill, Logan, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson

Dragon Age – Alistair, Anders, Cullen, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana, Fenris, Sebastian, Iron Bull, Dorian, Cassandra, Blackwall, Varric

Harry Potter – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius, Fred, George

Star Trek (Newer Films) – Kirk, Bones, Scotty

The Witcher (TV Series) – Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier

Of course, this list isn’t a final thing, if you feel I could write a character, please just send me a message and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not.

Please of course note that all drabble requests are reader insert.  I will not do character pairings, but I will change to first/third person if you prefer reading that way.  Y/N will be the standard name though and remain that way.

For any Dragon Age requests, if you wish to appear as a certain race, please let me know.

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 9x09: “Holy Terror”

THEN: Dean kicked Cas out of the Bunker. Metatron tricked Cas and took his grace. Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord. Buddy Boyle and Bartholomew. Dean asked for help, Ezekiel answered the call. He’s currently possessing Sam, healing him while healing himself. Dean almost told Sm the truth but Zeke warned him not to.

Caribou, Wyoming.

“Bad Luck” by Social Distortion.

Angels vs angels.

RIP angels. Killed by other angels.

It’s angel civil war.

Talking with Zeke.

“Sam is much improved. It shouldn't be much longer now.”

“Okay, you know you said the same thing to me last week, right?”

Dean’s getting wary of this.

“I must say, Dean, I'm very uncomfortable with this whole trip. Investigating crimes involving angels – or anything involving angels – puts me, and therefore, Sam, at risk.” How did this not raise any flags for Dean?

That split second change. Jared’s great.

“That sign said ‘Fort Collins, 50 miles’."

“So?”

“So, last time I looked, like, 12 seconds ago, uh, Fort Collins was a hundred miles.“

Blanking out like that must be so bizarre.

“You're not up to warp speed yet, okay? But you will be. Would I lie?” Yes, unfortunately.

Cas! In his new suit and tie.

Sam!! I love how he indulges Cas.

“Um, I still have that badge you gave me.” AWW.

“Cas, you know that this is an angel situation, right? I mean, you left that night because angels were on your ass.” Dean’s just...slowly losing control of his lies.

“If angels are slaughtering one another, I have to do what I can to help. It is a risk we should be willing to take, don't you think?” Damn straight!

“Hey. Cas is back in town.” Bless your heart, Cas.

Zeke popped out just to mean mug Dean, lol.

Malachi.

RIP 3 angels. Killed by Malachi and his crew.

Ohhh, the Team Free Will bar scene!

“Hey, you once told me that you don't choose what you do. It chooses you.“ Drunk human!Cas is so cute.

“I'm a part of this. Like it or not.”

“Well, Bartholomew wants to reverse Metatron's spell. Presumably to – to retake Heaven once his following is large enough. That's according to April.”

“The reaper you banged.”

Can we not.

“All right. I'm gonna get us another round.”

“Nah, I’ll get it. You know, I've never done this before.”  

Awww.

“Well? What are you going to do about this?” Zeke, you jerkface.

“He is a beacon, Dean, pulling every angel for miles down on our heads.”

“All right, you know what, Zeke? Level with me. What is it that you're so afraid of?”

SHOULD’VE ASKED THAT A LONG TIME AGO.

“Cas isn't in good standing with any angel, all right? But here he is, ass on the line, fighting the fight.” OH THANK YOU FOR DEFENDING HIM.

“Here we go. Three brewskies.” Pfft, Cas.

“I know who you really are. And it isn't Ezekiel.” Here we go. The shit storm begins.

“I, um, I noticed you look... kind of uncomfortable whenever Sam mentions my leaving. Doesn't he know that you told me to leave?” Cas just directly lays it out, damn.

“Here's the deal. When Sam was doing the trials to seal up Hell, it messed him up. Okay? The third one nearly killed him. If I'd let him finish, it would have. He's still messed up, bad.”

“You said the angel, Ezekiel, helped heal him.”

Dean came so close to telling the truth.

“Look, I got to do anything I can to get him back. Now, if that means that we keep our distance from you for a little while, then... Then I don't have a choice.   I don't feel good about it, but I don't have a choice.” YES YOU DO. YOU ALWAYS HAVE A CHOICE, I LEARNED THAT FROM YOU. You’re just making a bad one here, Dean.

“It's great to have your help, Cas. Okay, but we just can't work together.”

POOR CAS. He can’t just seem to figure out why Dean won’t let him help or near him and Sam. :(

“Relax. I'm not here to out you. But I am curious, why Ezekiel?”

“They say he is a good, and ... honorable angel.”

I wonder what real Ezekiel was like.

“I see your point... Gadreel.”

“It broke His heart to lock you away, you know? You were God's most trusted. That's why He chose you to protect the garden. Your one task was to keep evil from entering... from befouling His cherished creation, mankind, and you failed Him!”

He has been named and exposed.

So both Gadreel and Sam both unleashed evil unto Earth without meaning to. And technically speaking, it was the exact same evil.

“...as the place God envisioned it, only with a handpicked few. No more anemic functionaries like Bartholomew. And no more stupid angels. Maybe some funny ones. You were His most trusted, Gadreel. You want to take back your reputation? You want to reclaim the Heaven that was? We could do this together.”

I wonder what Metatron would think of heaven now, with so few angels left.

“Any word from Cas?”

“Nothing yet.”

“And we're not ... worried about him, that he just took off like that again? I mean, it's not like he does this kind of stuff alone.”

YEAH, DEAN.

A born again biker gang...okay then.

Boyle’s Boys.

More possible vessels for angels.

RIP angel and vessels. Killed by angels.

“Sam Winchester... It is a mess in here. And the brother – I do not know where to start.” How ‘bout you start with shutting your mouth, Gadreel?

“You intend to be the ruler of this new Heaven, am I correct?”

“Uh... It is a burden I feel I must accept.”

Oh, I could roll my eyes out.

“Oh-ho-ho. Semantics. I don't know that I'd take on THAT name...necessarily.“ You will, ‘cause you’re an ass.

Cas attempts to pray.

“I don't know how humans do it.”

Muriel, who is freaking cute as hell.

Hello, for the last time, Kevin.

“I think you instinctively trust me. We're similar. We both want no part of the fanatics.”

“And when you prayed. How did you know you wouldn't get one of them?”

“I'm warded, and my Grace is gone, and I was hoping that I would seem like just another desperate human that the... the militants couldn't care less about.”

Cas had faith.

Cas is getting good info here.

Crap.

Malachi, you piece of garbage.

RIP Muriel. Killed by Theo.

“Angels butchering angels. Is this what we've become?”

“Just following your example, Castiel.”

And that gives you the damn right to do this???

“How many did you kill in Heaven? How many in the Fall? Oh, you didn't know? A host of angels died when they fell – Azrael, Sophia, Ezekiel...” There it is. Cas knows.

“I need you to speak to Metatron. Everyone knows you have influence.” Oh, Theo. Theo, Theo, Theo...

“You – you serve Malachi.”

“I thought he was the answer, but he's crazy.”

“You're... noticing this now?”

lol

“Well, it's, um, it's true. Metatron and I do have a working relationship.”

“I knew it!”

“You’re clever, Theo.”

And Cas just plays him like a triangle.

“I'll need a moment to make contact. And you have something that I'll need.”

“Anything.”

Theo’s last word.

RIP Theo. Killed by Cas.

RIP angels. Killed by Cas.

“Hey, you seen Sam?”

“He went out.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. You notice he’s doing that a lot?”

Even Kevin noticed.

Imagine kicking someone to the curb (again) to protect someone...and then aforementioned person got kidnapped and tortured just hours afterwards.

“I got my Grace back. Well, not mine per se, but it'll do.” :( At least Cas had the heart to be not okay with doing that.

“If we're going to war, I need to be ready.”

“...Cas.”

Dean looked ready to apologize.

“Didn't you say Sam was healed by an angel named Ezekiel?”

“Uh... Yeah, why?”

“Ezekiel is dead.”

“What?”

“He died when the angels fell.”

Cas dropped the bombshell.

Huh, Kevin doesn’t like crusts in his sandwiches.

“What if there was a way to power down the angel, so that it wasn't in charge for a few seconds?”

“What?”

“For instance, if – if hypothetically, I wanted to speak with the vessel but not have the squatter listen in.���

Same spell they use to try to communicate to Cas in S11?

“Okay. So, hit the tablet. Let's go!”

“Now?”

“Yesterday, Cinderella!”

Don’t be so harsh, Dean. You’re gonna regret that.

“I've been thinking this over, Metatron. I will join you as second in command.“ Goddamn you, Gadreel.

“Bravo, Gadreel! This move will erase the mark that has hounded you through the centuries.” Sure it will.

Metatron gives Gadreel his first “to kill” name. I hate all of this.

“Dean, we just painted sigils in the storeroom. What the hell?”

“You're gonna have to trust me, okay, trust that I told you everything that I can for now. Can you do that?”

“And I always end up screwed.” That’s gonna stick with Dean.

I know this doesn’t count, i know that’s Gadreel.

“I tricked you into saying yes. It seemed like the only way.”

“So... Again. You thought I couldn't handle something, so you took over!”

“No, I did what I had to do! You would've never agreed to it, and you would've died.”

“Well, maybe I would've liked the choice, at least.”

Gadreel plays a good Sam.

“Whoever this guy is can end you in a heartbeat if he wants to, so you have got to dump him.” Oohh I just realized that we may get a repeat of this in S14 with Michael!Dean.

“Hey, do you notice anything a little bit off about Dean lately? Between you and me, I'm a little bit worried about him.” Kevin’s last words. Concern for Dean.

RIP Kevin Tran. Killed by Gadreel.

“Sam?”

“There is no more Sam. But, I played him convincingly, I thought.”

You did.

Dean’s lost total control over everything.

Kevin died not knowing his mother was still alive.

[seljepw]

Over the Hills and Far Away- Pt. 6

The Road So Far: The reader, Bobby's adopted daughter, has magical powers, but nobody knows why.  One day, She and Dean wake up in a suburban house just outside of Lawrence, with no memory of how they got there.  As they investigate, they discover that Bobby is alive, Sam is living with Sarah (we met her back in season one, remember?  she died, too.), and the world has been cleansed of all supernatural things.  Looking for answers, they travel to Cas's new home, but instead of the angel-turned-human, they find a woman named Celine.  Who turned out to not be a friend.

A/N: You guys are amazing.  Thank you for the renewed interest in this series.  I think you've earned some answers. Just, you know, not all of them.  Not just yet.

Word Count: 1,136

From Last Time:

She was still beautiful, but now it wasn’t in a human way at all; it was more in a force-of-nature way.  The way a hunting lion is beautiful.  Or the shape of lightning.  Deadly and unstoppable.  Her eyes were more tilted, huge, and glowing orange.  Her skin had gone pure white, and her cheekbones jutted out underneath, as though her bones were made of shards of glass.  Her hair and dress seemed to drift on a breeze that touched only her.  Her ears were long and pointed, and tipped in black.  The same black stained the tips of her fingers, which now resembled claws and were tapping contentedly on the table in front of her.

“Got you,” she purred, in a low, soft voice, and smiled, revealing a row of very sharp looking teeth.

Now:

A table full of startled hunters is an interesting thing.  Especially if it’s a group that’s been working together for the better part of two decades.  It’s less like a traditional family, and more like a pack of deadly animals.  You all moved in unison, leaping out of your chairs and drawing weapons from their hiding places; waistbands, boots, back pockets, and sleeves.  As one, you pivoted to face the threat that was sitting calmly in a battered cane back chair, smiling up at you like an indulgent mother.

“Bless,” Celine chuckled.  Then she moved one clawed hand, as though she was snatching a butterfly out of the air.  Or yanking the leash of an unruly dog.  “Sit.” she snarled.  

You were all shoved back into your chairs by an unseen force.  Your hands- still grasping their respective weapons- were lashed to the table by invisible bonds.  Bobby glowered at your captor with murder in his eyes.  Sam was breathing heavily through his nose.  Sarah’s Face was pulled into a grimace, as though she was struggling, but she couldn’t seem to move at all.

“What the hell did you do to us, lady?  What was in that pie?” Snarled Dean.

Celine whipped her head around to face him, as though she couldn’t have been more surprised if one of the chairs had spoken.  Then her eyes flitted between you and Dean, and grew thoughtful.  

“Interesting…” she mused, leaning forward and examining Dean like an entomologist inspecting a new variety of insect.  Then- before you could really register any movement- she was beside him, swinging one of her clawed hands at his face.

“DEAN!” You screamed, struggling against the magic that held you.  But there was nothing to worry about.  Celine’s hand stopped inches from Dean’s left eye, repelled by a flash of gold light.  Dean hissed and jerked forward as though he had been burned by the back of his chair.  You shot a glance to Bobby, Sam, and Sarah.  They were completely Immobile.  Whatever Celine had done to your family, it affected you and Dean less than the others.  Celine seemed to have realized this, too, and it amused her.

“Oh, but this is too delicious!” She chuckled, turning her fanged smile to you. “You Claimed him?  You silly thing.  Who knew you had that much power?” Her smile disappeared. “Not that it will save you or your pet, in the end,”  She spat the word ‘pet’ as though it were some kind of disgusting bodily function. “You’ve eaten our food.  You are Bound.”

That stopped you cold.  Faeries could trap people in their realm by feeding them Fae food.  It all made sense, now.  

“You’re a faerie,” you choked out the words past a lump of terror in your throat.  “We’re in the land of Faerie?!”

Celine’s lip curled up in a derisive smile.  “Took you long enough to work that out. That’ll be your mother’s side of things, I should think.  Slow human brains.”

“My mother?”  Your head was spinning- it was like your mind was unlocking, but so many tumblers falling into place at once disoriented you.

Celine smiled again and leaned forward, bracing one hand on the table between you and Dean, and bringing her face level with yours.

“Why, my dear child.  I should think you’d have figured it out by now. You’re really beginning to bore me.”

That was the last straw.  You had had enough of her smug half-answers.  You were done being jerked around.  You strained even harder against your magical bonds and met Celine’s glare head-on.

“Ok, lady,” you snarled, “Enough foreplay.  Who the fuck are you?  And how do you know anything about me, my mother, or my power?”

Celine giggled, using one clawed finger to brush a lock of hair off of your forehead and tuck it behind your ear.

“Silly girl.  I’m your faerie godmother.”

You stared- thunderstruck- at Celine for a long moment.  

“Come again?” Dean’s voice floated up from behind her, where he was still pinned in his chair.  Celine straightened up and swung around to face him.

“Her faerie godmother, I said,” She swept regally back to the head of the table, settled herself once more into the cane back chair, and with an imperious wave of her hand, released the bonds on you all.  

“Not so fast, old man,” Celine pointed one claw at Bobby, who had braced his hands on the table, preparing to rise to his feet. “Our business here needn’t include violence.  I am simply discharging my obligations to the girl,” this last statement included a nod at you.  Bobby settled back into his seat, glowering.  No one, you saw, had let go of their weapons.

“I don’t know if you've noticed, lady,” you scoffed, “but I’m not really in the market for glass slippers and a poofy dress, so cut the crap.  What’s your deal?”

“To ensure your safe delivery to your proper place.  Which you would have known, if you hadn’t been stolen by this troglodyte,” her orange eyes flashed at Bobby, “and hidden from us for so many years.”

“Her proper place is with us,” Sam said darkly.  “She’s our family, not yours.”  Strangely, that one statement from your ‘brother’ meant more than you could express.  Dean’s knee pressed against yours, grounding you further.  You began to draw measured breaths again, your hammering heart rate slowing a little.  

“I assure you, little boy, she is my family.  She is the offspring of my brother,” said Celine.

That knocked the wind out of you all over again.  You had never known your biological father.  After Bobby had saved you, he had become your dad.  He had become everything.  Until you met the Winchesters, that is.

“So...” you croaked, unable to resist asking, “who is my father?”

“His Name is his own, and not yours to know.  All you do need to know is that he is a prince of the Sidhe,” stated Celine proudly.

“The ‘she’?” Asked Dean, his lip curling in confusion.

“The Sidhe, you stupid ape,” snarled Celine, somehow managing to make the word sound different, even though it was in fact pronounced ‘she’. “The ruling class of the Fae.  Your owner is a noblewoman, however loosely that term applies.” She flicked her eyes over you in a disgusted glance.  

You and Dean began talking at the same time.

“My owner?  Look here, bitch-”

“I’m sorry- are you telling me I’m a freakin’ faerie princess?”

“Of course not, girl,” snapped Celine (she ignored Dean completely).  “You are only half Fae.  Your birth was a necessary abomination.  Your cow mother never even knew what you are.  Or what you were born to be.”

You felt your cheeks flush, despite yourself.  “What was I born to be, then?”

“The Tithe to Hell, of course.”

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Last Christmas (Part Two)

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader (Past), Gadreel x Reader (Current) AU  ++  Warnings: Angst, Language  ++ Based on the song “Last Christmas” by Wham! Song Lyrics in Italics  ++  Word Count: 2312

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When Gabriel entered the mansion, decorated in deep purples and silvers this year, he felt a fresh, deep wave of guilt wash over him.

Last Christmas had been so immeasurably different. It set an ache in his chest, praying that he could explain everything to her - get her to understand why he’d panicked and ran - not that it could ever excuse what he’d done.

And he knew that.

Just past the foyer, stood his father and two older brothers with bright, easy smiles that slid off their faces when they saw him. Michael gave him a disapproving glance before disappearing further inside.

“Gabriel,” Lucifer calls softly, gesturing him closer. “Long time, no see little brother.”

“Gabriel.” His father’s voice is tight, blue eyes just as piercing as when he was little and done something he knew was wrong. “How’s Kali?” Gabriel’s smiling facade faltered for a second.

“I wouldn’t know. I dropped in to see her, but a friend clued me in that she was angrily planning her wedding. So, I turned tail and came back about a month later.”

“Didn’t stay,” Michael said solemnly, returning to join his brother and their father.

“Uh, no. She wasn’t here, and I needed to apologize, so I checked in with Benny and Samadriel about the shop and decided I’d come back in about a month.” Gabriel swallowed, his honey eyes distance. “And that changed into another month. Then three. Then four.”

“It’s been a year, Gabriel. Things have changed.” Chuck warned before moving into the large hallway where the majority of the party took place.

“Things never change here.” Gabriel scoffed, rolling his eyes at Lucifer with a big grin.

“Shut up.” Michael hissed before following their father, Lucifer putting his hand on his chest with mock tears in his eyes.

“He said shut up to me,” his voice higher before fanning himself as Gabriel rolled his eyes and headed inside.

He was making his way closer to the bar, ready for a bit of liquid courage when he thought he spotted her, making him do nearly a triple take to confirm the fact.

The year had been kind to her.

Her hair was longer, skin aglow as she was handed two flutes of champagne before tossing her head back to laugh at something the bartender had said as “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear” last bars rang through the room and a familiar tune started.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart

But the very next day you gave it away

This year, to save me from tears

I'll give it to someone special

The black peplum dress fit her to a tee, nearly making him groan aloud with those icy blue heels.

But it was his blood that ran cold when he saw who she stopped in front of -- his younger brother, Gadreel -- who was smiling like an idiot while he bounced a baby in his arms to the Christmas tune. Gad took the champagne flute from your hand before bowing down to kiss her as a crushing sensation squeezed his heart and simultaneously knocked the air from his lungs. Gadreel set the flute on the table just behind him, wrapping his now free hand around her waist, before you two begin swaying to the music.

Balthazar then appeared, setting his half-filled whiskey tumbler on the table just behind Gad before plucking the baby from his arms and taking her tiny hand around his forefinger and bouncing gently as Gadreel swept her into his arms, the both of you now dancing properly to the song. Gabriel’s throat tightened as he watched your fingers link through Gad’s, how you two were lost in your own world.

Like the two of you had last Christmas.

But that wasn’t right either…

Once bitten and twice shy

I keep my distance

But you still catch my eye

He’d felt possessive last Christmas, eager to have all her love and attention. But Gadreel didn’t look that way. The look in his eyes when he stared at you was identical to the softness she’d bestowed on him last year.

Gabriel loved you.

But it looked like he wasn’t the only one.

He wished he’d come back sooner now. Maybe then you would still love him.

Well, it's been a year

It doesn't surprise me

Gabriel changes direction, hiding behind a small throng of party-goers as Castiel approaches Balthazar, who is seated a few tables away from where he began, cooing at the baby in his hands who gives a high-pitched, sad little cry. The cry is another pain in Gabriel’s heart, coming to a stop a bit behind his brother.

“Our little princess sounds hungry.” Cas’s deep voice sounds serious, matching the little wrinkles in his forehead.

“Best be heading to see mommy,” There is a fondness in Balthazar’s voice Gabriel hasn’t heard in awhile. Cas takes hold of the baby, cradling the little girl in the tiny crimson dress to his chest and sets off towards Y/N, Balthazar walking in step with him as the two men sing-song “The Itsy Bitsy Spider”, with Gabriel trailing behind him now like a shadow, trying to get a glimpse of the baby’s face.

Now, I know what a fool I've been

So lost in the own whirling of his mind, he doesn’t notice that his brothers had stopped and runs mostly into Cas, drawing all attention of the little group to himself.

My god, I thought you were someone to rely on

“Gabriel?” Your voice is a whisper in the busy room, but it rings loudly in Gabriel’s ears.

“Is that my baby?” He blurts out as Gadreel’s jaw tightens in tandem with the arm around your waist.

A man under cover but you tore me apart

“Yes.” Gabriel sucks in a breath, the truth he’d immediately suspected suddenly standing right in front of him, demanding acknowledgment.

Now, I've found a real love you'll never fool me again

“We - we should talk.” Gabriel manages to stutter out.

“You can come to your dad’s house tomorrow for Christmas breakfast to talk.” Her voice left no room for argument, gathering your - his - daughter in her arms before she takes a few steps towards the grand carpeted staircase.

“What’s her name?” Y/N pauses to look behind her, taking a deep breath as tears well up in her eyes.

“Wren Gabriella Shurley.”

---

“You should follow after her.” Gadreel’s face is a hard mask as he looks down at Gabriel. Gabriel nods, willing his body forward only to be grabbed firmly by Balthazar.

“This doesn’t excuse you from the ass-kicking we’re all going to dole out,” Gabriel smirks at his little brother.

“I expected nothing less, big boy.”

---

Y/N raised an eyebrow at Gabriel’s presence but said nothing, tending to the baby at her breast.

The click of the door behind him, shutting the noise and music out, reminds Gabriel that last year, they’d have been doing the polar opposite of now - Gabriel standing awkwardly by the door.

“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s okay.” She comforts the squirming baby, gently patting her butt as Gabriel looks around the room, suddenly even more at a loss. He moves closer, taking the chair opposite the little loveseat you were perched on, his nerves suddenly swallowing him whole.

“Y/N -” He started, but as soon as you lifted your gaze to meet his, he wants to bolt. It was like being sucked into an abyss of clashing emotion, each trying to clamor it’s way to the forefront - all of it swirling in your beautiful eyes.

“You left me.” You say it so simply and devoid of most emotion, but he sees how hard you swallow and he knows you’re trying not let all the emotions get the better of you.

“I did,” Gabriel answers, ashamedly, ducking his head a bit. “But, it’s...I know this is cliche, but it wasn’t anything to do with you. I realized I was in love with you. Completely. Madly. Consumingly. But, Y/N, I laid there and just kept thinking about how fucked up I am. How you deserve better than me. And how much I was already gonna hurt you when I ran.” His eyes search yours for a sign, for anything. “But I couldn’t fucking stop myself.”

“I didn’t want anyone else, Gabriel.” You admit, a few tears spilling from your eyes before you look away.

“I stared at the odometer, watching each mile pass by...knowing I could turn around and go back and you’d forgive me and-and love me.”

“I called.” She whispers, nearly choking on the words. “I texted. I wrote. I emailed. I-I did everything I could think of, Gabriel. Chuck told me - you know, he told me it wasn’t my fault, that this was your issue - but that you loved me, and you’d be back sooner rather than later.” The baby wriggles once more in her grasp and she breaks eye contact to adjust her. “But you didn’t,” Y/N sniffles a little. “Not even when I called about Wren.”

“I’m so fucking sorry. I am. And I know, I know, that I can’t undo what I’ve done to you...but I won’t run again. I want you to know that. I-I won’t.” She doesn’t seem too moved by his declaration, moving the light purple blanket she’d been holding loosely around Wren to her shoulder before repeating the motion with the baby, softly patting her back.

“I found out February 4th, you know. I called and called and called.” Her chest stutters a little as she takes a deeper breath. “Texted too. She was due the 10th of September.” She smiles fondly at the memory before smoothly tugging the zipper back up on the side of her dress. “She decided to wait three more days. Keep me in suspense, I guess.” Tucking the blanket back into the bag before setting her on your knee with a strained grin. “I’d given up trying to communicate, but when we arrived at the hospital, I tried to call one last time. Your daughter will be here soon. Y/N.” A tight smile is what is offered to Gabriel, one he grabs onto for dear life. “Chuck, Cas, and Gadreel all voted for one last attempt at contact. Michael, Lucifer, Balthazar and Samadriel all voted no.”

“Why’d you do it then?”

“I voted yes too. And since I was still very round with child, I was technically worth two votes.” A few more errant tears slip down her cheeks. “If you would have come back anytime before April, I would have fallen right back into your arms, Gabriel.” A shaky smile is exchanged between the two of them. “I would’ve fallen right back into your arms, Gabe.” She shifts Wren so she’s facing Gabriel, the baby’s eyes this lighter color Gabriel can’t quite nail down, a small line of drool running from her tiny mouth around her fist as he stares at her in wonder. “You know that song that was playing outside? Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. But the very next day you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears. I'll give it to someone special. Well, Gabe, I have.” The heartbroken edge of her voice makes his gaze shift from Wren to Y/N.

“Now I know what a fool I’ve been… Y/N - I can’t change what I’ve done, but I still love you and I want to be here for you two.”

“You can be here for Wren.” She stands, tears falling onto the expensive carpeting. “I can’t love you anymore, Gabriel. It really fucked me up and - and I can’t take that kind of pain or betrayal again. I’m just not strong enough. Your family took me in. They loved me and cared for me when you wouldn’t.”

“Gadreel especially.” Gabriel’s normally unfazed voice has a tinge of bitterness and dismissiveness to it.

“Yes, Gabriel. Gad went with me to every appointment. He held me when I cried myself to sleep in the early months. He took care of, not only your business but also his fucking own job. Gadreel was here - waiting for me to get to a place to trust him.” Gabriel watches all the emotions roll through your eyes again before, the calm before the storm, it suddenly stops. And revealed in those depths was the same look you’d had after you said you loved him, knowing he loved you. But it wasn’t for him this time.

It would never be for him again.

“And just -- one day, it was love. I honestly didn’t think I was gonna be able to love anyone for a long while after you left me alone in your apartment, but I was lying in bed, nearly full term and huge, staring at this beautiful man who was slumped over sleeping in a chair when it suddenly hit me. I’m in love with Gadreel. Part - part of me felt so terrible. I love this man and I’m carrying his wayward brother’s child and I’m a terrible person for taking all his love and care and not reciprocating it enough.” Y/N’s eyes hardened, swallowing hard as she shifted Wren from her left to her right arm. “He deserves to be loved. And so do I, Gabriel.” She slips the baby bag onto her left shoulder before flashing him another tight smile. “If you want to be the man I know you can be for her, come tomorrow for Christmas. And don’t run out on her.”

“I can do that,” Gabriel affirms, watching her and their child disappear behind the heavy mahogany door. He can hear the crinkle of paper in his pocket as he stands, fishing out the note he’d written her before he’d left last Christmas.

Y/N,

    When I said, ‘I love you’, I meant it. Every damn letter.

                                                                         Forgive me,

                                                                             Gabriel

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[winchesterprincessbride]

The Song Remains the Same-Part 2

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Meg Masters, Castiel Novak, Gadreel, Reader

Text messages are in bold

Madison Square Garden Arena, 2017

The concert had been sold out for months.  Everyone who was anyone was clamoring for a ticket.  The bands latest song, “Hunt You Down” had been number one on the charts for a record-breaking sixteen weeks straight.

Dean had recently been named People’s “Sexiest Man Alive”, and he couldn’t stop talking about it, much to everyone’s annoyance. It just served to add to his already over-inflated ego.

It was time for soundcheck, and the band gradually trickled in. Dean was first with his latest blond eye candy in tow.  Cas and Meg, still together, came in second.  Sam wandered in quietly, talking with Gadreel the lead guitarist in a low voice.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean demanded. “Dammit, Meg, we don’t have time to waste with her bullshit! This concert is being filmed for Netflix.  We have to be perfect! Find her!”

Meg sighed with annoyance and dialed your number. It went to voicemail.  “You guys start warming up. Lemme try to locate her.” She sent you a text

Meg: Where are you?

Y/N:  In the limo outside.

Meg: Should I come?

Y/N :  Yes, please

Meg found the limo and hopped in.  She took in your tear-stained face and swollen eyes.  “What’s going on, Y/N?”

“I don’t think I can play tonight.” You mumbled, fresh tears pouring out.  “I just came from the doctor.  I’m….I’m pregnant, Meg.”

A huge grin broke out on Meg’s face.  “That’s amazing news! Have you told him yet? He’s gonna be so excited!”

You and Meg had been friends for a long time. Meg knew you wouldn’t disappoint the fans, you just needed a minute to freak out and then you would be fine.

You shook your head sadly, the tears starting again.  “What am I going to do, Meg?”

She gave you an appraising stare.  “Is there something your not telling me?

“How do I tell the man I love that I don’t know if my baby is his or his brother’s?” You sobbed.

Stanford 2007

You worked your ass off for the next three days and mastered the band’s songs like you had been playing them forever.  Dean grudgingly admitted to Sam that you were a very talented drummer.  You were also a huge pain in the ass.  You challenged him constantly and seemed completely immune to his charm.  He wasn’t used to that.

Sam thought you were adorable, all that fire and sass wrapped up in such a small package.  You and he became fast friends.  He secretly loved how you didn’t take any of Dean’s shit.

Cas liked your feistiness, you reminded him of his Meg.  You were a welcome change from the unreliable Balthazar.  Meg knew if she could prevent you and Dean from killing each other, that the band really had a chance of making it. She hoped the guy from Death Siren saw what she did.

You were all sitting around eating pizza when you looked over at Dean. “Can I give you some advice?”

“I suppose,” Dean responded neutrally.

“I don’t think you should do lead guitar and vocals.  You should just focus on vocals.  You have an amazing voice, but your guitar skills are mediocre at best.  Hire a lead guitarist.  My cousin Gadreel is amazing on guitar and he….”

“No.” Dean practically growled, interrupting you.  “You don’t get to come in here after three days and tell me I suck at guitar.  Fuck you! I need some air.” He flew out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Wow, Y/N.  That was a little harsh.” Sam commented.

“It may have been harsh, but it was the truth.  Seems to me everyone kisses Dean’s ass around here.  I’m just being honest.  Nevermind, forget I said anything. I need a break.  I’m going for a walk.” You walked out the other door, in the opposite direction Dean had gone.

The night of the concert came, and everything just gelled together perfectly. Your outfit of denim short shorts, thigh-high black boots, and a black leather vest made Dean do a double take.  “That’s more like it!” He said with a smirk right before you took the stage.

“Bite me, Dean!” You snapped, taking a seat behind your kit.

“Keep dressing like that, sweetheart, and I just might.”

Your adrenaline level after the concert was through the roof. Sam grabbed you in a bear hug backstage. “You sounded amazing, Y/N!”

You gave him a silly grin because the celebratory beer someone had shoved into your hand had gone straight to your head.  You’d been way too nervous to eat before the show. “You weren’t half bad yourself, handsome.”

Sam was about to say something when Meg came running over.  “The rep from Death Siren Records wants to meet you guys!” She said excitedly. “Where’s Dean?”

“I thought I saw him go down the hall there.” You commented, pointing behind you.

“Can you go grab him, Y/N? Sam, can you come with me? You’re really good at kissing up to people.” Meg commented as she grabbed his arm.

Sam rolled his eyes.  “Thanks a lot, Meg.”

You went off down the hall in search of Dean.  You were positive you had seen him come down this way.  “Dean?” You called softly.  No answer.  At the end of the hall, you came to a door that was half ajar. And from the moans and cries that were coming out from behind it, someone was getting lucky.

“For the love of…….” you began angrily.

Marching up to the door, you took a deep breath and stuck your head in.  Dean had a blonde backed up against the wall, her legs around his waist, and he was pounding into her.  She was wailing and moaning like a bad porn star but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Dean! The guy from Death Siren wants to meet us! Meg sent me to find you! Would you put it back in your pants and come on!” You hissed furiously.

He looked over at you and smirked. “Jealous, Y/N?”

“Not even a little, asshole.” You snapped before pulling the door shut.

By the time you got backstage, Dean was right behind you, looking rumpled and gorgeous.  You whispered to him,  “She was totally faking it, you know that, right?  That the best you could do?”

“You offering to take her place?” He asked, giving you a look that suddenly made you shiver.

Before you could respond, Meg saw you and pulled you and Dean over towards a dark-haired man dressed in all black.  “Guys, this is Fergus Crowley, from Death Siren Records.”

“Nice performance.  I like your look and your sound.  I love that you have a female drummer. That makes you unique.  I’d like to have a meeting with you and your manager next week if it’s convenient.  Here’s my card.  Call my office to set something up. I look forward to talking with you.” He handed his card to Meg before departing.

After he had left, Meg grabbed her beer bottle that she had stashed behind a piece of equipment.  She clinked her bottle with yours.  “I knew getting you in the band was our ticket to bigger and better things!  Now let’s go get drunk!”

The five of you stood outside the chrome and glass building that housed the L.A.offices of Death Siren Records.  It was just almost time for your meeting with Fergus Crowley.  

“Okay guys, this is it,” Meg said to the four of you. “This is our chance.  Let’s not blow it.  I have worked too damn hard to get you here.  Try not to be an asshole, Dean, okay?”  Dean just scowled at her.

Cas put his arms around Meg and rested his head on her shoulder.  She visibly relaxed.  “Everything will be fine, Babe.  We got this.” Cas said firmly before kissing the top of her head.

  You marveled at them.  How the prickly, mercurial Meg and the calm, zen Cas worked as a couple you just did not understand.  But they did.  They were one of the most solid couples you had ever seen.

“Are you ready for this?” You asked Sam.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.” He replied firmly.  Dean was standing apart from the group, and he looked really nervous. You walked over to him.

“I’m only gonna say this once, so listen up.  You are very talented.  Don’t ever doubt that.  Yeah, the girls are gonna die when they get a load of you, but you are way more than a pretty face.  Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

For once, he didn’t make a smart-ass remark.  He just smiled at you and said, “Thanks, Y/N.  I needed that.“

You tried not to fidget as you sat in Crowley’s office sipping Perrier waiting for him to arrive.  He was running late from a meeting.  You felt eyes on you and when you looked Sam was staring at you.  “What? Is my face dirty?”

“No! Nevermind.” He said quickly, looking away.

Finally, Crowley arrived. “Sorry I’m late, boys…..and girl.” He hastily added.  “So, I think you have just the sound we have been looking for.  We would like to sign you to a 2-record deal and get you into the studio to record a demo.  There is just one change I think needs to be made.”

“And that is?” Meg asked.

Crowley turned to Dean. “I think you should focus on being the lead singer only.  You are good at working the audience, especially the women, and with your looks, we need to play that up. Your guitar skills are good, but not great.  You need to hire a lead guitarist.” 

“I know someone.” You piped up.  “My cousin Gadreel is a great guitarist and is interested in joining the band.”

Dean shot you an annoyed look.  He was waiting for you to say, “I told you so.”

“I’m going to give you a week to get this Gadreel on board. I will book you some studio time for the end of next week if that works for you.” Crowley asked.

“I would like to have our lawyer look over the contract before we sign,” Meg stated regally.

“Of course,” Crowley said smoothly. “I’ll have my assistant give you a copy.  I look forward to hearing from you.”  And he stood up, indicating the meeting was over.  You shook hands with him and left.

As we made the long drive back to Standford in Dean’s Impala, everyone chatted excitedly. Since Sam was pre-law be began reviewing the contact in the car.  Meg’s mother Lilith was a lawyer, and she was going to look over the contact and see if it was legit.

Cas was busy scribbling in the notebook he always carried around with him.  “What are you writing, Cas?” you asked curiously.

“Song lyrics.” He said absently, humming under his breath.

“Don’t bother talking to him, he’s in “The Zone.” Meg joked.  “He barely even knows we’re here.  You should text Gadreel.”

You pulled out your phone and sent off a text to your cousin.

Y/N: Hey Gad, it’s me

Gadreel: Hey Cos, what’s up?

Y/N: We are probably getting signed by Death Siren and need a lead guitarist.  You interested?

Gadreel: Hell yeah!

Y/N: Can you meet us tomorrow morning at 8 to jam?

Gadreel: Sure, where?

Y/N: 5115 North College Ave.

Gadreel: Cool, see you then!

You turned to Meg.  “Gad is in.  He’s coming tomorrow to practice with us.”

“Perfect.” She said happily. You looked up in the mirror and saw Dean scowling at you, his eyes stormy.  He was clearly pissed about something.

“Is there a problem?” You asked.

“I’m not sold on this idea.” He muttered.

“But you heard what Crowley said!” You responded, annoyed.

It was late when we got back to Stanford.  Meg wanted to drop the contract off at her parent’s so she headed out with Cas in tow.  Sam was still trying to keep up with his classes and he had a test to study for so he left soon after.  You decided to get in some practice time since you had too much nervous energy from the long car ride.

After you had let loose on the drums for a good fifteen minutes you looked up.  Dean was leaning against the doorway, long legs crossed, watching you play.  He clapped a few times and you ripped your headphones off.

“Your still here?” You said rudely.

“Watching you let loose on the drums is one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life.” He said in a low voice, walking towards you.

“Look, Dean, I know you’re mad about Gadreel….” you began.

He was standing in front of you now, his green eyes burning into yours.  “Oh, I’m not mad. I want to do what’s best for the band.  I’m just frustrated.”

You cocked your head to one side.  “About?”

His hand reached out and caressed your face, tilting your chin up.  Your wide eyes met his, and you were almost hypnotized by the brilliant green.   “About how much you piss me off, and yet I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

“Dean….I…..” You started to say.

“Do you ever shut up?” He asked before pressing his lips against yours

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