#i love supernatural

[teebeeache1234]

what was so important to 1-year-old me that i couldn't be watching castiel's first appearance in lazarus rising when it aired for the first time in 2008

[sak-supernatural]

YouTube just told me I need to spend tomorrow reading Destiel fanfiction. Via rewatching deatiel edits at 2am. It's been a while. But Destiel never dies!!! Literally, people are still making longer style edits for them in 2025. Thank fuck for that, I need my fix of something over 40 seconds.

[reverseteehee]

meme

[serendipity-in-spring]

Supernatural is single-handedly the best show i’ve ever seen and the worst show i’ve ever seen. It’s my favorite show ever and also my least favorite show. It is an insult to me as an art form but it also is the greatest art form mankind has ever seen. I love every single episode (the finale doesn’t exist in my world) (i’m delusional) but also most of them are actually so terrible. (especially the finale) (i’m a hater). Like if Supernatural were to never renew or have a movie, i would praise god because i never have to see it on my screen again however if it were to renew it’d be the best thing i’ve ever seen. Supernatural doesn’t deserve any awards or anything but also should have gotten so many awards because it’s incredible. But it’s awful, you know? I will always be the biggest hater and the biggest supporter of Supernatural.

And that’s how i feel today and always.

[sugiieop]

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ 🍄‍🟫🦗🍂 ૮ • ﻌ - ა 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

[hisyntha]

The Bartender

WARNING: This story contains EXPLICIT CONTENT and you are here by WARNED. Read at your own risk. Oral, three-some/ mention of four-some, vulgar language

A/N: thank you so much for reading, this is posted on AO3. I enjoyed writing this a lot so I hope you enjoy it as well. I recently started watching supernatural again and couldn’t help myself, anyway, ENJOY!!! 💕✨

It was an unusually slow night at the bar, with only a handful of patrons scattered about, nursing their drinks and chatting quietly. As the door swung open, the bar's calm atmosphere was shattered, and my gaze was drawn to the trio like a magnet. The two men, their suits a stark contrast to the casual attire of the other patrons, exuded an air of confidence and authority. The taller man, with his long hair and chiseled features, seemed to embody the phrase "tall, dark, and handsome," while his companion, sporting a Tex-turned-crew cut, appeared more rugged and rough around the edges. The young woman, dressed in a fitted dress that accentuated her curves, trailed behind them with an air of quiet compliance. As they approached the bar, their eyes scanned the room with an unspoken understanding, as if they were on a mission.

My gave warm and welcoming smile before I asked, "What can I get ya?" My hands moved on their own, quickly whipping up a tequila shot and pushing it forward to the shorter man. His smirk was a mixture of amusement and mischief, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met.

“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.” He shot me a quick wink before slamming the empty shot glass down on its rim. I nodded grabbing a cup and filling it with ice before looking to the taller one.

As I poured the whiskey with a gentle flourish, I turned to him with a sly smile, my fingers drumming a tantalizing rhythm on the counter. "And what about you?" I purred, my voice husky as I raised an eyebrow, my free hand resting suggestively on my hip, hoping my tight fitted clothes would draw him in closer. He gave me a slight, uncomfortable, look before glancing at their female companion who stood between them, not exactly paying attention to me. I kept my flirtatious smile up, but deep own, I was hurt and taken aback by the look he gave me. Something was off with this one, it only seemed to make me want him more. I’ll just have to up my game.

With a courteous tone, “I’ll just have a draft,” his eyebrows arching slightly as he did so, his lips compressing into a subtle line. My eyes locked onto his, my mind whirling with tantalizing thoughts as I looked him over again. I couldn't help but bite my lip, my thoughts conjuring up images of him in a different light – one that left me trembling with anticipation and my heart racing with excitement. My hand reached under the bar, slightly bent over knowing my breast will definitely catch his interest. With a quick pull, slightly bouncing, I pop the bottle cap off and placed it in front of him. His gaze averted me before he turned around, once more scanning the bar. I hid my frown turning to the petite woman, but before my lips even parted she spoke up.

"I'll take a shot, whatever you prefer," she said, her voice as smooth as honey, yet devoid of any warmth or flirtation. Her words hung in the air, and I noticed her gaze linger on me, waiting for a response. Without thinking, I crafted a buttery nipple and slid it across the bar to her. A faint furrow appeared on my brow as I turned away, feeling an inexplicable tension in my chest. There was something unsettling about her, something that piqued my curiosity. I'd met many people before, effortlessly reading their emotions and intentions, but this trio was different. I needed a breath of fresh air. I looked to my coworker, giving him a quick way to take over the bar before I slipped out to the storage room then out the back door to the empty alley way.

I lit a cigarette and took a long drag, savoring the bitter taste as I paused to inhale the toxins. The cool night air filled my lungs, and I let out a slow exhale, feeling the stress of the evening's events begin to dissipate. As I stood in the alleyway, lost in thought, I shake everything off dropping the half cigarette and stepping it out. I made my way back inside, deciding to take a chance on striking up a conversation.

“So, you guys aren’t from around here are you?” I give my best smile watching the three. I noticed the paperwork spread out on the counter top of the bar as the woman began to quickly shuffle it back together into the folder she had.

“Uh, no we aren’t.” The taller one gave another tight lipped smile, placing his empty bottle in front of me. I quickly pop another one from him trading for the empty one.

“I see,” the tension seemed to rise in my chest, but they seemed as calm as daisies. “Well, if you’re staying for a bit longer I’d love to show you around.” The shorter one seemed to chuckle lightly, leaning on the bar, a flirtatious smile playing on his lips.

“I’d love to,” he paused waiting for me.

“Oh, Amy.” I smile softly, his eyes trailing me up and down.

“Amy.” He repeated softly that earned an elbow jab in his ribs. He hissed glancing at the women, but the taller one hid his amusement by drinking his beer. “well, I’m Dean and that’s my brother Sam.” He jesters to him and his brother while his other had loosened his tie like he hated wearing it. I raised a brow taking note that they were brothers, I wouldn’t have guessed that. Dean opened his mouth but was cut off.

“I’m Y/N.” Her voice never changed from earlier. My brows raised slightly but quickly shaking the expression away. I study her a small moment while her gaze was fixed elsewhere. Her skin was flawless, not a scar or pimple in sight, long hair pulled in a tight pony tail, curves of her body well accentuated by her dress. I couldn’t help the slight jealousy I had building up in my chest by looking at her. I finally shook the thoughts away pressing a smile.

“Well, Sam, Dean and Y/N,” I began, “If you need anything while in town, you know where to find me.”

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I watched as the trio finished their drinks and left the bar, and I couldn't help but feel an unexplainable urge to follow them. I excused myself to my coworker, claiming I needed to leave early and for him to close up without me. My mind racing with a growing sense of curiosity. Without being seen, I slipped out of the bar and into my car, the engine purring to life as I blended into the night. I kept a discreet distance, my eyes fixed on the Impala as it led me to a rundown motel on the outskirts of town. As they pulled into the parking lot, my brow furrowed once more. My curiosity was sparked by the unusual choice of a motel on the outskirts of town, a place that seemed to be perpetually shrouded in a thin layer of neglect and disrepair.. The shorter man emerged from the vehicle, his movements calculated as he unlocked the door to room 217. The other two followed, their gazes scanning the area with an air of caution before disappearing into the dimly lit room. My eyes lingered on the door, my mind whirling with questions. What were they doing here? And why did I feel an unshakeable sense of unease as I watched them disappear into the shadows?

I hesitated, grappling with the conflicting thoughts racing through my mind. I knew I shouldn't be here, and I certainly shouldn't have followed them, but I had. I quietly closed my car door, my footsteps silent as I crossed the parking lot to the opposite side of the motel. The forest loomed behind the motel, a dark and foreboding presence. A light flickered on in one of the windows, illuminating the room I assumed was theirs. I crept closer, crouching low to peer through the glass. Dean sat on the bed's edge, flipping through channels on the TV while his brother hunched over his laptop at the table. My brow furrowed in confusion wondering where their female companion had vanished to. Just as I was pondering this, the bathroom door swung open, and she emerged, her robe clutched tightly around her small frame. I ducked just in time, holding my breath as she turned towards the window. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, my breaths coming in short gasps as I feared she might have seen me. I remained frozen for a few tense moments before slowly turning back to peer in, my eyes widening and my mouth parted a small gasp. Y/N’s robe was off her body and she stood before Dean naked. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Why is she naked in front of them both?

“What the fuck?” I let the words fall from my lips. Quickly, I glance behind me seeing only the forest still standing silently. I turn slowly to look through the window, my hands pressing to the brick of the shabby motel reminding me this is real, what was happening right before my eyes was indeed, real.

"Dean," she said, her arms crossing over her breasts. A small smirk playing on Deans lips as he tossed the remote onto the other bed, his attention fixed solely on her. Her expression clearly showed she was upset, but I struggled to make sense of the situation. "Do you like her more?" she demanded. Dean's gaze flicked to Sam, who watched with an air of amusement, his hands clasped together in a relaxed pose as he leaned back into his seat. My brow furrowed at Sam's state of relaxation while Y/N stood there.

“Who?” Dean finally replied after a long pause then snapped his fingers, “OOH! The woman on the tv?” He playfully teased going to reach out for her waist, but she pulled away giving him a threatening glare that I could even feel through the glass. “The women at the bar?” He raised a brow, still having that teasing smirk. I watched as Y/N just stared at him for a moment before slowly swaying her way to Sam, who openly removed his clasped hands and letting her take a seat in his lap. His hands finding themselves resting under her breast and the other wrapped around her frame to grip her hip. I bite back a whimper, my chest tightening seeing how large his hands were compared to any other mans. Just one hand engulfed her body, a snippet of jealously filled my chest.

I watched as Sam nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, her lips parting and letting a soft moan escape them. He then pulled away slightly, giving his brother a look before attacking her neck once more while his hand cupped her breast and the other gripped her hip tightly pulling her closer to his chest. Dean only tightened his jaw, his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed saliva. Y/N only continued to whimper and moan softly, keeping steady eye contact with Dean. I couldn’t pull my eyes away while Sam only moved her to sit directly on his erection and spread her legs for dean to watch in silent pain. Sam’s long fingers found their way between her folds, his middle and ring finger gently caressing her clit. I swallowed the salvia building up in the back of my throat. I felt like a creep watching him fondle her, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. At this point, I was to invested and I had to admit aside form the jealousy, I wanted to watch.

“Y/N,” Deans voice pulled my attention to him. Sam stopped, to see what his brother had to say. She eyed him, sitting up, purposely grinding herself against Sam to earn a grunt from the taller one. I could see the dying, begging look from here, Dean wanted her too. “I want you,” He began again, “only you.” His voice raspy and deep with a hint of pleading behind it, as if he might even choke if she said no. She eyed him for a bit before lifting a finger, curling it, allowing him to come over. He stood, hesitating before taking a few steps in front of them. Sam’s hands lifted towards her breasts once more, cupping them while his finger and thumb pinched her nipples, letting them roll between his fingers. Dean lowered himself between her legs, one hand on her knee while his lips pressed to the other, leaving a trail of kisses into her inner thigh. She gasped slightly at the soft touch of his tongue lightly dragging on her out folds, teasing her before his tongue dove deeply into her. Another moan came from her, louder than the last, she went to close her legs on him, but his hands held them apart. Sam grabbed her wrists in one hand and his other held her throat.

“Shh,” Sam cooed in her ear, “you’ll wake the neighbors.” He then tilted her head up so their lips met. Dean moaned into her, his lips pulling away with a popping kiss, his lips and chin glistening from the mixture of her wetness and his saliva.

“I love the way you taste.” The comment hung in the air while he leaned back down, his tongue working faster to please her. Her hips bucking with the friction earning a throaty moan into Sam’s mouth who savored it with his own moan in response. Her leg lifted to push dean away, his head tilted with a pleased smile. “All done?” He propped her foot on his shoulder, holding her ankle.

She shook her head as her lips parted, “I’m not even close.” A small smirk played across her lips. Dean and Sam shared a lustful look to each other, Dean pulling her off his brother’s lap to connect their lips while Sam begins to remove his clothes. Sam pulls her away from Dean catching her lips, deepening the kiss while Dean glared at his brother removing his own clothes. With swift motion dean stood behind Y/N, kissing the side of her neck and shoulder, his hands finding their way to her breast. Sam continued to kiss her, stealing every moan and breath that escaped her. I finally looked away in disbelief, pressing my back to the cold brick wall of the motel. Their voices echoed through the window, each moan sending a shiver down my spine. A loud “yes” and “oh god” from Y/N brought me to look back through the glass. My lids couldn’t get any wider, Sam, leaning against the wall, held Y/N just by her thighs, her legs spread apart while dean stood between her. His hands gripped her thighs just below Sam’s larger ones. My eye stuck on their cocks, slowly moving in an out of her, the way her chest arched and her eyes rolled back. A ghostly feeling ran through the lower parts of my body, as if I could feel it, the pain and pleasure being received by the brothers.

“I guess they startd without me.” A rugged raspy voice, followed by the swooshing of wind startled a yelp out of me, throwing myself away from the window to fall on my butt. My eyes darted to a man in a trench coat who only watched through the window, the erection clearly showing in his pants. I continued to blink looking to him when he finally laid his eyes on me. I sat there, shaking, seen as I had been found by this, man who appeared from no where. He approached me, my heart beating loud by how close he knelt down before me. He raised a hand, two fingers pressed to my forehead, “Goodnight.” Was the last thing I heard, my eyes fluttering close and the cold grass caught me.

[jibberjibbsart]

As someone who has just began watching Supernatural in the year of our Lord 2024, and was a huge fan of Steven Universe and Gravity Falls growing up, I love love love LOVE your Power Hour comics! Crossovers are so much fun and I can't wait to see everyone's confusion when they all reveal their different weird backgrounds 😂

I’m also looking forward to when everyone finally “tells all”!! And thank you for reading I’m honored you like it 🥰 It has been so surreal making a longer comic like this because even though I know what’s happening I’m also enjoying reading it??? I’ll post a new segment of the comic and then read it 78 times and go “man I wish the next part was out”. Im really catering this comic to 2016 me.

Also bless you for starting supernatural 🫡 You are god’s strongest warrior.

[moonlight-mel0dies]

Guys I love supernatural so much (ik my account isn't all mouthwashing a miracle!)

[wellofdean]

Sometimes I'm not even mad at the end of Supernatural. If it hadn't been so inexplicably, resoundingly terrible, so deeply unsatisfying -- if it had ended in some tepid but passingly acceptable way, with Dean sidling up to Cas in heaven's roadhouse and smiling at him -- I probably wouldn't have felt irresistibly compelled to watch it all again like, 12 more times, and I wouldn't have this massive, incredibly rich and multi-layered story taking up so much residence in my heart, and though I might have missed my good friend Dean, I'd have known he was at peace. The fact that he isn't, and that the end is NOT FINE, is what made me have to think about it so much, and here's the thing: the more I think about it, the more I just fucking LOVE IT, and I love thinking about it.

I love the way Supernatural works by buildup, just layers and layers of events, images, words, emotions, just, an accretion of every little thing about it; the way loving those characters isn't any one thing, it's everything about them, good and bad, and the way all the most important things Supernatural says and does are things you really have to have the whole picture in your mind to truly feel. I'm so glad I gave it my attention. I love it so much.

So... Ok. Apostasy, I know, but...I'm a bit grateful for the shitty, not really suitable end? Without it, it just wouldn't be the same, you know? And, I love it exactly as it is?

[rosethrorn]

Drawing and doodle I made in art class today instead of doing the weekly sketch :) his face in kinda blegh tho :/

[obsessivestrawberrysimp]

The song Icarus by Livingston is a perfect song for Castiel and Dean. Listen to it. You can't tell me otherwise. I think of them almost every time I listen to that song.

[teebeeache1234]

just started watching supernatural why is the angel in the trenchcoat so slutty?

[dumb-zombie-girl]

I started watching supernatural because apparently TikTok thought I would like it ( I do)

[rowenaswifee]

ㅤ sam winchester ☆ witch!user ，✿

little witch

pairing : Sam Winchester x witch!reader - fluff, angst(?)

A/N : HIII I haven’t written a fic in so long (dying) I thought of this while looking for s.w. x witch!reader and then I found none.. so I have to write my own!!

warnings : language, and that’s it since it’s just fluff idk bro

summary : You, Sam and Dean were on a hunt in Arizona. You were hunting a demon. Sam and Dean didn’t know you were a witch, let alone Rowena’s daughter. But when you were hunting said demon, they revealed that you were a witch, and (obviously) Crowey’s daughter. You killed the demon, and when you got back to the motel, Dean went to a bar, which led you and Sam to have an argument.

Sam and Dean had came up to you earlier today, saying that they had found a hunt in Arizona. Sam spoke up first, beating Dean to it.

“Hey, we found a hunt in Arizona. Seems to be a demon, apparently, it’s causing trouble around the city. But that’s not it. According to the history of the town where the demon is cooped up in, it says that in the early 2000’s there was a bunch of demons, trying to overtake the town. We’re not sure, but me and Dean think that this demon might be trying to repeat that.” He said, sounding like a talking Wikipedia — but then again, this is Sam. He took a breath, looking at your serious expression, liking the fact you got drawn in just by him saying that.

Sam did have feelings for you, he just wouldn’t say it, given to the fact that literally everyone who he loved and dated, either dies or manipulates him in some sort of way, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to hold you, kiss you and cuddle you, but he knew he was a walking curse when it came to having girlfriends.

“So? You in?” Dean asked, hating the way that Sam was making this way longer than it needed to be.

You nodded, always ready for a hunt. You tucked a part of your ginger locks behind your ear, always having it like that whenever you were trying to stay concentrated, and how much Sam loved your ginger locks, it made him melt.

You, Dean and Sam went to the garage, to get into the Impala, but when you and Sam both reached for the passenger seat, you bumped into each other.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to, you can have the seat. I don’t mind sitting in the back.” “Oh, sorry, Sam. You can sit in the passenger seat, I’m used to the backseat by now, anyway.” You both started talking, your Scottish accent blended nicely with his American accent. When you both realised you were talking at the same time, you just walked to the back seat door of the Impala, wanting to avoid any more awkwardness.

You, Sam and Dean were trying to lure the demon into a trap that was set up by you three earlier. You were fighting the demon, using your knife and hands, as to not to make the guys suspicious about your witchy abilities they didn’t know about.. yet.

You managed to trap the demon into the demon trap, finally getting time to breathe as Sam and Dean still hid in the corner.

“You little witch! Why aren’t you using your little magic shit to kill me, hm? Too scared it will fail? Coward witch.” The demon said, and all of you, besides the demon, froze. Sam and Dean froze because they didn’t know you were a witch, and you froze because you knew Sam and Dean would interrogate you when you got back to the motel. But Sam was the one who froze the most. He had caught feelings for you.. for a witch. He hadn’t realised the similarities between you and Rowena, but now it all clicked. Fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have gotten caught between his feelings.

“What’s wrong, little witch, huh? Scared your friends will finally find out you’re Rowena MacLeod’s daughter, hm? Oh no.. I just told them. Too bad, little witch, I guess you—“ before the demon could finish, you stabbed it with an angel blade, not wanting Sam and Dean to hear more of what the demon had to say.

“Fuck..” you muttered out, your Scottish accent only confirming Sam’s suspicion about you being Rowena’s daughter.

Sam and Dean stepped out of the shadows, hurt and confusion on their faces as they stared at you.

You were in for a big talk when you got back to the motel room.

The ride back home was quiet. As in, no music, no talking, just the three of you sitting in silence. Dean was probably furious, Sam was most definitely hurt, betrayed, and.. confused. And you? Oh, you were guilty. And when I say guilty.. I mean guilty.

When you got back to the motel, Dean had spoken for the first time in the past.. 2 hours or so. “I’m going to a bar.” And with that, he left. He needed something to make him forget what he heard from the demon.

As Dean slammed the door to the motel room, you and Sam were left alone. You immediately turned to Sam, wanting to explain yourself, but he just held his hand up, not wanting to hear it.

“Look, I know what you’re going to say.. that you meant to tell us, or that whatever the demon said isn’t true.. but I know that’s just a ton of bullshit. It’s very obvious you’re Rowena’s daughter, with the accent.. and the hair. If you’re going to explain yourself, tell me why you never told me the truth. I understand Dean, he would kill you within a blink of an eye, but why not me?” He said, his voice not even angry, just firm and.. broken, almost like he was giving up.

“Okay, Sam. You want the truth? Fine. You’ll get it. I didn’t tell you not Dean about me because come on! You both would kill me in an instant if I ever told you. I know you may I’m evil because of who my mother is, but come on, I’m still me! Still the same old me you met those years ago. I wasn’t acting when I was around you! That was me. Everyone assumes I’m evil, just like Rowena is. But I’m not. Sam, come on. You of all people should know that.” You say, your Scottish accent going soft near the end, not wanting to lose Sam, especially since you had found your feelings for him.

“Yeah? And how do I know that?! How do I know that you haven’t been acting this whole time? And that your mom didn’t send you just because she needed us dead, hm? Care to explain that?!” He blew up, having enough of this bullshit. He wanted to trust you, he really did, but it was so hard trying to accomplish that when he knew you were lying to his face.

“Because I like you, Sam! I wouldn’t ever ever in my years of knowing you and Dean lie to you! I know you don’t fucking trust me, and I understand you want me gone, but before you judge, remember who was the one who was willing to sell their soul for you.” You said, your Scottish accent hardening because you too, have had enough of this.

PART 2 COMING SOON!

[teafangirl]

Assets and Angels

Winter Solider x Supernatural

Summary : Hydra has people in high and low places literary, so they managed to hear about the Angels falling from Heaven thanks to Metatron using the already fallen Angel known as Castiel, Angel of Thursday. To them, making an army of brainwashed Angels sounded like a good idea, but they knew nothing about Angels, most didn't think they were real. So of course they sent Soldat to catch this Castiel, they didn't care whether he died or not. They also didn't know how strong the ones surrounding Castiel were! I am changing the marvel timeline a bit here.

Or

What if Soldat was saved by Team Free Will, not Cap.

Warnings : mentions of torture, swearing, Cas being a badass, Soldat remembering, Marvel timeline gets changed and so does some of the story. May add more warnings later!

A/N: Strap in, this will be a doozy. I might do more chapters, who knows. (i am working on chapter two!) In this, there are some specific events from Supernatural you need to know. Castiel has his powers. This is really a mix of seasons, if you don't mind. Oh, and as for Bucky, this is set a long while before Caption America Winter Solider. I don't have an exact year this takes place, so just beer with me. Lastly, Crowley is alive in this one and is the king of hell him and Jack will come into the story later! Enjoy

PS: I don’t own marvel or supernatural, so rights go to their respective owners! the pictures are from the web! apologies for any spelling mistakes!

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Chapter one - 2011 February 22ed at 9:30 pm —- Mission report

They once said Hydra had eyes everywhere, however no one thought they looked into the supernatural, they had been contacted when Hitler had been reborn that was before the one known as Dean Winchester sent him back to his grave. They were more they curious, they had even lost one of the older assets to him and his brother. Some of their operatives had kept an eye on him, only for him to disappear, apparently to a place called Purgatory it was recorded he wasn't the only one who disappeared from their radar. They had also been keeping a louse eye on Castiel, who was apparently an Angel. As for Deans brother, there were rumors he had powers that he could use if he drank enough demon blood, it was all a little too hard to believe for some operatives, soon both the missing targets came back on their radar, and they turned to the frozen capsule at the back of the room.

The glass was foggy, you could make out the body that was inside, its metal arm was still at its side. It looked almost peaceful, someone pressed a button and the capsule opened, Cold blue eyes opened and gave death stares to the guards that were in the room along with the doctors. Its hair was a wet frozen black mess, the man looked like no one had fed him good in a long time. He probably didn't remember the last time he had a burger and fries. Nor did he know his real name, his legs took one robotic step out of the capsule he had been placed in for how long, he didn't know. He wore a straight jacket of sorts, it was tight, restricting his body, the mask on his face restricted his breathing and speech. His eyes bore a look of pain, and constant fear.

“Soldat”

One of the doctors called him, he looked at the man. His eyes bore a death stare which was telling of how much pain he was in. he didn't know why, he knew disobeying was futile, but he couldn't help himself from running at the doctor, grabbing his throat in his metal hand, a move that spoke of how much they had hurt him. Without hesitation, he squeezed the mans neck, but then he heard another man yell something at him.

“Longing”

He turned his gaze to the one that had just spoken, casting a death stare at them. But that didn't seem to stop them.

“Rusted, Seventeen,”

He felt something clouding his mind, he felt his grip on the doctor throat loseen, as he put his human hand to his head. The pain was excruciating and didn't stop. It felt like he was being pushed from the controls of his own body, his own mind too.

“Daybreak, Furnace, Nine,”

His knees buckled in pain, the pain got so much worse. It ran throughout his body, he felt like his legs were stone, he couldn't control them, then it was his torso. Tears flowed from under the mask, he was still human, they couldn't stop him from crying in pain.

“Homecoming, One,”

He tried to move his arms, but it was useless, it was hopeless, his mind had been shattered more times to many. He couldn't feel himself anymore, and as the last word was said.

“Fight Car”

Everything went break. His eyes went pure cold, like they could freeze a person in fear. The now asset was told to sand, and it did, its moves were emotionless, cold they could make anyone shiver. They said it was the Deadliest assassin, and he was, he had killed many under the brainwashing Hydra put him through. There was never an end to the pain for him, One of the generals who had walked into the room just as the asset was activated handed him a mission file. Soldat held the folder in his hands, it was light, thick.

“Project Angel and Winchester”

Soldat ran his hand overt the top of the file and opened it up. The first page had an image of a mugshot, the mugshot was of a dirty blonde haired green-eyed man, looked to be in his 20 or older. Below read the name

“Dean Winchester

Family: Mary and John Winchester, deceased. Brother Samuel Winchester. Alive.

Location ; Kansas specific location, a motel.”

Asset was told the motels location and that it was to find this Winchester and make him tell or bring this Angel name Castiel to asset, then to bring them both back to base. The asset didn't ask any questions, just got on his motorcycle and went. They thought he could do this on his own, so they didn't send men with him. The wind blew through his hair as The Winter Solider rode, soon arriving a few blocks from the motel. He noted the Impala that was parked out front and waited.

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The Winchester brothers had just finished a case and were winding down in their motel room. Sam was looking at his computer and Dean had the TV, after only a few minutes his sumech rumbled. He had eaten a few hours ago, but Dean was always the foodie of the duo, more so if he was eating pie. The model room the boys were staying in was nothing special, they planned to head back to the men of letters bunker in the morning.

“Hay Sammy, I am going to go get some food, want your usual rabbits food?”

Dean said as he walked towards the door, he was dressed in a black tea shirt with a red and black flannel. Sam was wearing a gray patterned button down shirt. Both boys sport blue jeans and combat shoes. San nods to his brother's question. He returns to his computer after Dean leaves the room. Only a few minutes later a loud crack can be heard from outside and Sam quickly stands and grabs his gun from his side.

“DEAN”

Sam getting frantic calls for his brother, ready to run outside and save him. However, the door opens and a sweaty looking Dean darts inside and locks the door. He looks pale, bleeding a little, breathing heavily Sam takes a step closer to him but after locking the door, and without saying anything, Dean runs to the beds and grabs the weapons they stashed under them in case something happens.

“Dean, what happened?”

Sam called again, as he watched his brother steady himself. Dean was about to speak when the door was ripped off its henges, revealing a figure he wore all back, it looked like he was wearing a straight jacket. His hair was black, shoulder height and clearly full of tangles. It looked like an assassin, or terminator, with its metal arm and the mask over its mouth and nose. Sam moved to where Dean was and threw salt at it hoping it was some Demon, but the salt did nothing, it also didn't look like any Angel.

“W…What do you want?”

Sam was able to spit out as it came closer it actually made him shiver, Dean was aiming a gun at it, but it didn't stop at the sight of the gun, it came closer, Sam watched Dean pull the trigger and fire an eray of bullets at it, but as soon as it held its metal arm up the bullets were blocked, and it came closer.

“What the Fuck. Is this thing some killing machine?

Sam looked at his brother, who was tumbling with the gun magazines, trying to pull out some silver bullets. Dean and Sam were backed up against a wall, and it was coming closer. Both their breaths hitched as they felt fear. That was until the figure finally spoke. A low, spine shivering voice came from behind the mask, a voice full of pain.

“Soon your brother will be dead, after extensive torture, interrogation, and your Angel will belong to Hydra!”

Sam could feel Dean tense, and he tensed himself, they knew nothing about this organization, but if they wanted his brother and Cas it was for something bad. Just as it came even closer, a gruff, serious voice sounded from behind it.

“I don't think so, assbutt, you'll be coming with us, sergeant!”

Soldat turned sound and the last thing he saw was a tan trench coat, then everything went white, and he felt sleepy as he fell to the floor unconscious.

Sam and Dean both let out a sigh of relief as Castiel stood there, in front of the assassin's unconscious body. Cas quickly came over to Dean and used his Angel magic to heal him, then he looked at Sam who nodded, indicating he was ok.

“Thanks for the save, Cas, so who is this guy?”

Cas looked at Dean as he spoke, then thought for a second.

“We should get back to the bunker, and put the assassin in the dungeon, my angel magic will wear off soon, we don't need him calling reinforcements.”

The boys nodded, they definitely didn’t need to deal with more of these assassins or whoever Hydra was. Cas helped pile the unconscious assassin into the trunk of the Impala. The Angel then slid into the back seat While Sam grabbed the rest of their stuff and slid into the passenger seat, he looked over at the driver's seat which had a broken window. Soon enough, Dean slid into that seat. Sam couldn't blame his brother for looking tense after the event that had just transpired. Dean said a few mumbled words to his car before turning the key and starting up the engine. Dean drove the car out of the parking lot.

“Cas make sure that Assassin doesn't pop out of the trunk while we are driving, and make sure we arnt being fallowed!”

Cas nodded to Deans request, Dean glanced over to the broken window, the memory of what happened when he was going to go get food still fresh in his head. He didn't even hear the assassin coming up to the window, the only thing he heard was the back door opening and closing.

A few moments earlier!

Dean had decided to go out to get him and Sam dinner, a burger for himself and rabbit food for Sam. Sam liked his salads, Dean didn't care much for them. Once he left the motel room, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, as if he felt someone watching him. He looked around for a moment but saw nothing, he decided he was probably imaging things and got in the Impala.

“Hay baby, you ready for a ride?”

He got no answer from the car, not that he expected one. He ran his hands over the sterling wheel, then took out his keys and took a moment to find the correct one. Once he did, he took a look in the review mirror and smiled. His smile broke however when he noticed two cold blue eyes staring back at him in the mirror from the backseat the eyes were cold, deadly, full of pain, and they were locked on him as if they were having a staring contest with his green eyes. He took a deep breath thinking maybe it was just Cas, but Case's blue eyes were not cold, they were warm, pleasant to look at. Plus, where was his signature “Hello Dean” he hadent announced himself which met these blue eyes were definitely not from his Angel Castiel. He then remembered he had heard the back door open and close, but he must've been too busy with baby to notice. Dean slowly reached for his gun, he kept his eyes on the review mirror, watching the back seat. Whoever this was, it was making him tremble, his gut told him to duck and get out of the car as soon as possible. Dean decided to listen to his gut, he slowly opened his car door he was somehow able to slide out of the car just as the person threw a punch with its metal arm instead of hitting him it hit the window and Dean scrambled away from the broken glass and ran to the motel to meet up with Sam.

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“Dean?”

Dean was brought back to the present by Cas who was sitting in the back seat. In the same spot that assassin was in. he reminded himself that it was just his Angel back there, not a cold eyed assassin. Sam looked over from where he was looking out the window and looked at Dean.

“Dean?”

His brother repeated the question Cas had already asked. He knew they could tell he was tense, and he could tell Sam was too.

‘I'm peachy”

He managed to say and smile at his brother and his Angel. Cas then put a firm hand on Deans shoulder as the car neared the bunker.

“If the assassin tries to hurt you or Sam again, I won't hesitate to kill it!”

Sam and Dean both smiled, but they knew they needed the assassin alive for now.

“However, I believe the sergeant won't be any harm to us”

Cas smiled and Dean gave him a confused look as he parked the car outside the bunker. It was a place that was ment to keep things and people hidden, so Hydra wouldn't be finding their Asset any time soon!

To be continued….. 🌹

[smaeemo]

Thinking about how awesome supernatural spin offs could be with BIPOC and female characters that weren’t killed off within 4 episodes