#it's either dean taking over his vessel

[drulalovescas]

This is embarrassing 💀💀😭 

[walkinthrudaisies]

Roslyn

sam winchester x angelfem!reader

2.6k | slight angst, fluff

summary: after sam and dean find themselves acquainted with another angel, sam finds himself more drawn to her than he imagined.

sam and dean thought that after cas, no more angels would be vying to join their little group. both agreeing that the angel spot on the team had already been taken by their trench coat wearing friend

though as life goes, nothing ever happens as planned. that came as a soft spoken, timid angel that happened to be you. a beacon of hope that sam and dean didn’t even know they needed at the time.

sam winchester had recently gotten out of hell, and there were rumours going around that he wasn’t acting like he usually did. you sat back and observed, not wanting to intrude at a wrong time, and only by that did you realize he’d been ripped out of hell without a soul. he was a man walking around with no human morals ��� or emotions for that matter, and you could tell it was taking a toll on his older brother.

when your brother castiel had managed to get the winchesters soul back, you knew it was time for you to descend down to earth. castiel wasn’t acting like himself, and with the war raging on in heaven, you knew that a little down time out of the sky would be helpful for you.

the only problem was you didn’t have a vessel. you never liked the idea of completely taking over someone’s body. you’d only done it once and it wasn’t fun, even though you had the woman’s full permission and she remained in perfect condition after your endeavours.

so you spent your time picking out the perfect person to merge into. when you came across a young, twenty something year old woman named roslyn, you couldn’t help but conclude that she was the one.

a very faithful girl, she had been struggling with a rare disease for the past couple of years. roslyn was in pain, and the only way you could think of helping her was allowing her soul to go into heaven and for you to take over her body. it was awful timing, you knew it. but her soul would be free, and you communicated with her in the special ways that you angels did, and she was more then happy to lend her body over to your essence.

when you finally took control over her body, your first course of action was to find the winchester brothers. they needed help, and as much as they didn’t want to admit it you knew they knew it too.

the mother of all was out of purgatory and running a muck, someone was trying to open purgatory’s gates on top of that, and cas being completely MIA as the icing on the cake was definitely not helping the two men. with sam’s soul being freshly back in his body you knew they were distraught. you knew castiel’s suspicious behaviour wasn’t helping and you just wanted to be of service.

the winchester’s weren’t hard to find. they’d been praying to your brother for some time, and without him answering, their prayers started seeping in to yours and other angels wave lengths.

you found them in a motel right in the middle of chicago, working on a case to take a break on the whole purgatory debacle. your wings flapped in the wind as you found yourself in front of the building, senses running ramped as you tried to figure out which room was there’s.

as you walked up to their door, you wondered how you were going to address the brothers. what would you say to them? would you flat out mention castiel’s weird behaviour? you weren’t really sure, but you knew that your main goal was to let the winchester’s know you were on their side.

your knuckles softly tapped onto the wooden door, fiddling with your fingers as you waited for an answer. what you didn’t expect though, was a behemoth of a man to answer it, so tall that you had to crane your neck to look beyond his middle.

you’d assumed that the man who opened the door was either sam or dean. while the stories of the winchester brothers didn’t leave out their attractiveness, but you didn’t expect for one of them to look this good. his sharp facial features and longish hair pulled you in. though, it was his soft, hazel eyes that had you mesmerized. they held such a soft aura to them, making you melt into their vernal appearance and long for his comfort.

sam was confused. neither him or dean was expecting someone, and he would’ve known if his brother was bringing a girl to their room. the look in her face was scared and timid, a shy smile lighting up her bright eyes. sam wanted to believe she bared good intentions, but knowing him and his brothers luck she’d be another problem they had to handle.

“hello.” the word slipped from your lips in a low alto, almost like you were trying to remain unseen. “are you either sam or dean winchester?”

the question caught sam of guard. “yeah i’m sam. my brothers just inside.” he didn’t want to alert dean to the strange woman at their door, but he still wanted to be careful. “who are you?”

tilting the corner of your lip into a delicate smile, you brought your hand out from sam to shake. “i’m Y/N.” you spoke as sam took your hand, holding lightly as he felt the smoothness of it’s ridges. “i am an angel of the lord, one of castiel’s companions actually.” you thought that maybe mentioning castiel would soften their immediate aggression towards your unknown presence, but the look on sam’s face was deterring you in the other direction.

turning his head to look over at dean, sam gave him a look of ‘we’ve got an issue’, instantly alerting the older winchester to prepare for any harm that would come to either him or sam.

without really thinking, you brushed past sam into the room and inspected it further. you saw who you assumed to be dean stood by a bed, gun hung by his hips but hands placed at the ready if you did anything that rubbed him the wrong way.

placing your hands behind your back, you immediately got into business. “as you are both aware, eve is out of purgatory. i’m also sure you’re aware that my brother castiel has been a bit off lately. i’ve just come down to assist you both, make sure that everything is in order and that purgatory will remain as it always has.” the brothers watched you in slight awe, almost like they didn’t expect for you to know what was happening down on earth. just because there was a gruesome war going on in your home doesn’t mean you weren’t completely out of the loop.

dean was the first to speak, looking at you skeptically as he gave your face a once over. “you seem lovely, sweetheart but how do we know you’re telling the truth?” his question was valid, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the winchester’s classic style of not being easily trusting.

“here,” you spoke, moving so you could be in the middle of the room. “let me show you.” in an instant you flapped your wings and disappeared, shocking sam and dean and having the younger brother almost knocking back into the motel rooms desk.

in a couple of short minutes you were back, wind tossed hair with a pie in hand. you handed it over to dean, brushing your hair back as you straightened your back. “i flew to the nearest diner to get you some pie. cas tells me you really enjoy apple.”

if someone’s eyes could become actual saucers than dean winchester accomplished it. he looked like a kid in a candy shop who’s mom allowed him to get his favourite treat. “you might just be my favourite member of the god squad.” dean mumbled through a mouthful of pie, smiling contently to himself as he took another bite.

sam was still a little on the fence, not really sure on one thing. “why aren’t you alerting the other angles if you’re so concerned? i thought you guys rarely came down to earth.”

“believe me,” you spoke, shifting on your feet so you could look at dean more clearly. “if i didn’t have to be down here i wouldn’t. but heaven has been run amuck, and i’m starting to get worried about cas.” the look on sam’s face after you voiced your worry on your brother confused you. the angel was acting different, sketchy even. why weren’t sam and dean jumping at the opportunity to help you get to the bottom of his behaviour?

“why are you so concerned about castiel?” sam questioned, leaning forward so he could be closer to you. “last we saw of him he seemed to be fine.”

oh. so the winchester’s didn’t know about their angel friends strange behaviour. with all the stuff on their plate you weren’t surprised; but you started to think of the severity of castiel’s actions if he didn’t think to have sam and dean in the mix with him.

brushing off any worry on your face, you plastered on your best smile and tried to comfort sam and dean. “heaven just hasn’t seen him in a while that’s all. i just wanted to come down and be of help when castiel is away.” dean’s face showed some skepticism, but sam seemed more open to your help, and gave his brother a look that screamed ‘give her a chance’.

sighing to himself, dean turned and looked over at you with defeat. “alright, you can help.” his head perked up a second after, seemingly thinking of something. “why did your think we needed your help anyway? this is a simple demon case.”

oh the winchester’s. they were very bright in some areas, yet when it came to looking at the bigger picture, they fell a little flat. “eve is here that’s why.” you spoke, watching as both brothers faces fell. “she’s the one orchestrating all of this.” the look on both sam and dean’s faces showed they weren’t aware of this, even though it made the most sense.

“well, that’s good enough for me. let’s go find ourselves some demons.” dean enthused, getting up and grabbing his weapons and jacket. as sam and his brother went around grabbing their belongings, sam noticed how you just stood still, eyes darting around the room like everything was new and fresh to you. in hindsight, it was, for this was your first time on earth. sam was just so enthralled with the look on your face, how the smallest thing interested you.

even when you followed behind the two brothers on the way to the impala, your eyes caught on everything. cars, people, shops, and especially the flowers and greenery that danced along the buildings and ground.

as you three pulled up to the abandoned warehouse, you could sense the demonic presence from outside. this allowed you to sneakily walk sam and dean right to where the demons were, garnering them the moment of surprise which gave them time to whip out three out the six demons.

while sam and dean fought two demons, you watched as another tried to escape. transporting right in front of the man you watched as his face turned into a snarl. “looks like they’ve got another angel on their side.” he sneered, attempting to move past you but failed as you kicked his legs in and pinned him down to the ground.

“where’s eve.” you asked calmly, not wanting to talk to this demon longer than you should. he just smirked at you, spitting up onto your face to get his point across.

gosh they really were abominations. you were disgusted and really sick of having to be in his presence, so with a slight crush of his windpipe and a foot on his rib he was sputtering out her whereabouts. “thank you.” you responded in a nonchalant manner, putting two fingers on his forehead and smiting him into nothing.

standing up and brushing some dust from your coat, you turned and noticed sam and dean standing a little ways behind you, shock covering their faces.

“wow” dean breathed, putting his gun into his coat. “didn’t realize angels were so brutal.” sam seemed more star struck, like the simple notion of what you just did astounded him. you didn’t say anything to either of the two men, casually shrugging your shoulders and walking back to the impala.

sam didn’t move for a second, garnering dean to whack him on the back and snicker to himself. “got some drool there on your cheek, sammy.” the younger winchester just huffed, mumbling about how dean was an ass while he got into the passenger seat with the strange yet attractive angel sitting behind him.

the ride back to the motel was quite, the only sound being the hum of the car and the soft rock music dean was playing over his radio. you knew your work here was done, that when you three pulled to a stop that you’d have to leave. something inside of you didn’t want you to go. it wanted you to see what castiel saw in the winchester’s. elaborate on the feeling of peaceful energy that being around sam gave you for the first time.

when the time came for you to bid your farewell, the atmosphere seemed to change. dean was very cordial. a simple goodbye and a slight wave of his hand was all he could muster up before retreating back into his room.

sam on the other hand, he lingered for a bit.

his eyes raked over the form of your vessel. he knew that this wasn’t what you truly looked like. somehow, that didn’t phase him. the aura and emotion you executed was enough for him to get a feel of who you truly were.

the somber look behind vast irises was enough for sam to understand that you truly didn’t want to leave. you had to, you didn’t want to. that was enough for sam to feel a sprinkle of hope that him and dean would be seeing you again.

releasing a puff of air, you were the one to break the looming silence. “please look out for castiel. something’s off with him, i just don’t know what.” sam also could tell that you wanted to stay to help your brother, but that inner turmoil which had been deeply in rooted from the angels wouldn’t let you.

the man wanted you to feel a sliver of comfort. so he agreed, giving you a slight nod as he watched the wind tousle your hair around.

you looked beautiful under the moonlight. sam truly could understand why you were an angel. your kindness and true devotion to the ones you loved barred proudly on your chest. sam swore you glowed, but that was just his imagination talking.

“i better go.” you whispered, walking over to sam and placing your hands on his shoulders. the younger winchester was frozen, not knowing how to react at your blatant actions. with a swift turn of your head, you pressed a delicate kiss to sam’s cheek. the lingering feeling of your lips on his skin had sam reeling.

he couldn’t react. a whoosh of wings and a slight gust of air alerted him to your departure. you hadn’t even been gone a minute and sam deeply down already missed you.

sam winchester was in too deep already and it seemed like he couldn’t give a care in the world.

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𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇, 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇

• 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙔, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏

• 𝟭𝟴+ 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙔𝙊𝙐

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: 𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙓 (𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝙋𝙄𝙑, 𝙁𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙀, 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙑𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔.

𝘿. 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙔/𝙉

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It’s been a few days since Y/N and Castiel Angels of the lord has rescued Dean Winchester from hell. It’s been a wild ride. Castiel following orders, while Y/N had rebelled and had fallen. She didn’t care if she did. She was doing it for the good of humanity and the fact that they treated humans very bad, did not sit well with her. She didn’t like it not one bit of it. So, she went against the angels and helped the brothers out. To say they were furious was an understatement. She almost died trying to protect the Winchesters.

Especially since she had some sort of unwanted kind of feelings towards the older Winchester brother. She thought Sam was also sexy, but she was bit more curious about the older brother. Something about him was making her feel things she didn’t think was possible. It infuriated her to have some kind of feel in her lower parts of her body. It was so weird to her.

Currently the Winchester brothers and the Angel were in on an intense fight against some Angel that wanted to get to her. She didn’t know how they got caught off guard like that. Y/N takes the Angel blade in her hand and runs over to the Angel she was fighting with and stabbed him making him scream, as a bright light came from the vessel as she pulled it out. The body fall to the ground and she turned to the other Angel’s breathing heavily as she glared at them. “You either leave or you end up dead.” She shouted. The Angels looked at the other dead Angel and they disappeared making her slump her shoulder

She looked over at the bloodied Winchester men and she walked over. “Come here.” She told them as they met her in the middle. She healed them and they walked out of the building leaving the dead vessel behind calling the police to find the dead human left behind. As much as Y/N felt bad for killing the man inside. He probably would’ve killed her if she didn’t.

The two hunters and the Angel, entered the motel room they had checked in at, the brothers putting their stuff down. “I need a few drinks.” Sam told them as he looked at his brother. “Don’t wait up.” He said grabbing his laptop and walked out of the room. The Angel fell back into the bed as Dean sighed. “I, for one need a fucking shower.” Dean told the angel. “Yeah, you’re musty.” She smirked over at the man.

“Ha, ha” he said taking off his shirt. The Angels breath hitched as she looked at the half naked man in front of her. She blushed and she looked away from him. Her legs squeezed tightly as she gulped. She felt a pair of eyes on her and she dared to look over and Saw Dean looking at her with a smirk on his face. “Are you. . . Aroused?” The hunter asked her, it made her blush even more at the accusations. “What no!” She scoffed as she stood up from the bed she was in. “Go shower. I need some air.” She told him.

As she walked away Dean grabbed her wrist as he turned her towards him her chest hitting his bare chest. She gasped as she looked at his heart shaped lips. Dean’s hand lowered to her bum giving it a slight squeeze making her softly moan at the sensation she felt reach her Virgin pussy. Y/N knew her vessel was a virgin and so was the Angel inside of her. She wasn’t one of those angels that went around sleeping with men or her own kind. It disgusted her a lot to even have any kind of relation between her Angel siblings.

With his other hand he grabbed her other asscheek rolling their hips together. “Ah, Dean.” She moaned softly as she felt his hard dick rubbing onto her. “I-I’m, uh, s-still a virgin.” She whispered against his lips as he hummed. “You want this don’t you?” He asked her as she looked up into his mossy green eyes, that has her going feral. “Yes, I do.” Was the only thing he needed to hear picking her up. She gasped loudly and she rushed towards the bed tossing her on it.

He leaned down capturing her lips on his on a heated kiss. Their teeth clashing, tongue moving around each other. Moaning as Dean grinds his clothed dick on her clothed pussy. Dean pulled away kissing down her neck reaching the hem of her shirt pulling it off her body, leaving her in just a bra and doing the same with her jeans leaving her in just her pink lace panties

Y/N watched as Dean kissed down her body as she was curious as to what he was going to be doing to her. He spreads her long legs apart and he groans as he sees the wet spot on her panties. “Damn, so wet for me, already?” He said licking his heart shaped lip. He leaned down to kiss the wet spot making her back arch at the sensation. “I can imagine how tight this pussy is.” He groaned as he pulled the panties to the side. Y/N’s breathing starts picking up as his fingers graze her folds. “Oh, Dean.” She moaned, her body tensing as he grazed her clit softly very gently.

Both of her hands gripping the sheets under her so tight, as noises she didn’t know she could do came out of her mouth, Dean loved watching how he can make an Angel, a celestial being fall apart in his hands. Having all the control over her body making her putty in his hands. Dean kissed and sucked on her inner thighs making her squirm as he got closer to where she needed him the most. Then she gasp, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as his tongue swipes her slits up to her clit. “Oh, Dean!” She shook.

He pulled away ripping off her panties and going back his tongue working on her sensitive nub. Her body thrashing as she felt some amazing sensation was about to wash over her, his tongue moving in different directions, ways, patterns, his head the same way. “Stop! Stop! Stop! Aaah!!!” She shot up as her orgasm took her by surprise making her violently shake. Her hands grabbing ahold of the sheets under her ripping them as Dean licked her through her very intense orgasm. Y/N slumped down breathing hard as she looked at the ceiling in undeniable satisfaction

Dean stood up and wiped his mouth as he looked at her with pure amazement in his eyes.

“You ripped the sheets.” He told her chuckling as she blushed. “Sorry?” She said to him as he just laughed. “Don’t be.” He said as he walked over to her leaning down to kiss her. Y/N moaned as she could taste herself on his mouth. He pulled away going behind her to take off her bra letting her chest come out to his view. His mouth watered as he saw how hard her nipples looked. He cupped them in his large hand as he puts his mouth around them making her sigh in pleasure. His other hand playing with her hard nipple as she moaned loudly. He pulled away and stood up.

He unbuckled his belt bringing his pants and his boxer shorts down making his cock sprint out as the Angel looked at his with wide eyes and blushing as she saw how big and think he actually was. Her breath hitched as she looked at how it twitched and how it was leaking pre-cum. Dean just smirked as he saw how flustered she was by looking at his cock.

Dean leaned over her, in between her legs as they both looked into each other’s eyes. She couldn’t help the moan that slipped past her lips as she felt his tip on her entrance. He leaned down and brushed his lips against her own. “Are you ready?” He whispered to her softly as she started to breathe faster. It was something she never thought she would even think about doing. Especially not with the human hunter in her care. She was only meant to take care of Dean not fall into us charms like every other woman had in the past. Y/N nodded her head without saying a thing as she felt like everything inside of her was on fire. Dean placed a kiss on her lips gently as he sighs.

Pulling away, he sat up, grabbing his cock and slides it up and down her folds making her back arch as he spreads her slick on his cock. Dean then stop at her entrance and pushed the head of his dick inside as she bites her lower lips hard trying not to cry out at the slight pain of the stretching. Panting Dean looked at her. “Are you okay?” He asked her as she opened her eyes. “Yes, I am.” She managed to let the words out. With his tip inside he waited a little while and then he pushed again as Y/N groaned in pain of the stretching. She’s an angel and all, but she could feel the pain of the vessel. He stopped but she looked up at him. “Keep going.” She told him as he obliged.

Filling her up as she whimpered, he stretched her out no longer was she a virgin. Certain people weren’t going to be too pleased to find out that she’s no longer a virgin, but at the moment she didn’t care at all. Dean groaned as her tight pussy unintentionally clenched around his dick making his dick start to twitch because of how tight she was. Finally being all the way inside of her. He waited for her to adjust to his cock. He looked at the Angel and he wipes her tears as one made it out of her beautiful colored eyes

The Angel looked up at him and she nods her head as letting him know that it’s okay to move.

The hunter slowly rolled his hips making the Angel let out a loud gasp as he groaned softly. It really just wanted to take her on, knowing that she could handle him, but since she’s a virgin. He couldn’t just do that. Y/N kept on gasping, her leg shaking a bit as he went in and out of her in a slow pace. “Aah.” She lets out a moan. “Harder, please!” She told the man. He sat up and didn’t waist anymore time, grabbing the back of her legs pulling them up and started to slam into her at a fast pace. “Oh, Dean!!” She moans as she bounced along with his thrust. “Aah!!!” She grips the ripped sheets again making a fist. Dean looked down at where they connected and saw how his cock went in and out of her tight pussy as she fell apart. “Dean! Dean!! Aah!!” She could feel herself slipping into a bliss state as she lets the orgasm take over. Her body stiffened as she stopped breathing.

Dean moaned as he felt how her pussy walls were fluttering and he was so close to painting her walls with his own climax. “DeanDeanDean!!” She grasp her whole body shaking falling apart and Dean lets out a loud groan as his cock twitched as his cum sprouts inside of her. Shot after shot. Moan after moan. “Fuuck!” He grunted as the lights above him exploded as she squealed. Both of them calmed down. Y/N was so fucked out, so incredibly satisfied.

Dean pulled out making her gasp as he rolled to the side looking up at the ceiling catching his breath and trying to calm his heartbeat from ripping his chest open. He could still feel how his dick was twitching, but it was going soft. Y/N looked over at Dean about to say something when the door opened and Sam and castiel both entering the room still not noticing the angel and the big brother both naked on the bed.

Sam looked up and his eyes widen as he saw the Angel in a hurry looking for her clothes as Dean just laid there. Sam could see how flustered the Angel looked. “Uh.” Sam didn’t know what to say. The other Angel looked up, but he looked unbothered by seeing the Angel naked. He just looked at her flustered face and then looked at Dean covered in the ripped up sheets and the fact that there was no lights in the room. “Well, uh, wait outside.“ Sam told them both.

He pushed the other Angel out and left Dean and Y/N alone. “This is so embarrassing.” She told him.

Dean just laughed as he stood up and she looked at him and looked down at his now softened cock.

Her breath hitched as she got an actual view of it soft. Just like it was big when he was hard, he was big when he was soft. She didn’t know who she had survived that big thing, but she did.

Dean just smirked as he saw her looking a his dick. “Get dressed, sweetheart.” He said as he pulled up his boxer shorts, both of them getting dressed.

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Hope you enjoy! It took me a while to write this one. I didn’t know how to really end it, so I ended it with Sam and Castiel walking in on them completely naked with everything exposed to their eyes, I loved Sam’s reaction in the beginning of season 3 when he finds Dean doing it in a position I wish we knew. It was fucking hilarious and I love that scene, poor Sam

ANYWAYS! IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS! SEND THEM OVER! I’ll try my best!

ENJOY! 😉🩶

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One Thousand Cheers {Dean Winchester x Female!Reader}

Wordcount: 2669 Requested by: @ab1nsur Summary: While hunting demons on the beach, you get caught up in a rather revealing contest. Warnings: Swearing, Spring Break chaos, A touch of non-consensual touching, demon mischief.

Demons on a beach during Spring Break. This felt like some sort of teen romance novel, and you could see the cover now - some red painted muscular guy holding some lusty teenager, the sunset behind them. Course, demons never actually looked like that. The ones you were looking for blended in well enough, looking like bikini-clad twenty-year olds who were looking for a hookup, rather than for souls. “Ever feel like you’re too old for this crap?” You asked Dean, standing up on a bench to try to look over the crowds for your demons, or for anyone who looked like they were being lured away. “Spring Break - what I wouldn’t give for a week off to feel like a stupid kid again.” 

“This is your idea of a fun Spring Break?” Dean said, his eyes too busy scoping out the beach, and making sure that his Revolver was tucked away inside of his jacket. He’s the one that stood out for wearing one, in this almost 90-degree weather. The sun going down didn’t cool anything any. “My break was another hunt, and I’d be lucky if it wasn’t somewhere that was raining all the time.” 

“I think that’s why you are the way you are. You didn’t get to party enough,” You chuckled. “Didn’t get to raise a little hell like these idiots.” 

“Yeah, that’s my problem alright. Didn’t party enough,” Dean grunted. Then his eyes seemed to catch on something, much like how a cat will suddenly spot a squirrel and look ready to pounce. “To the left.” 

“I see one to the right,” You whispered back. “Split up?” 

“Going to have to,” Dean said. “We’ll meet back up over there.” 

He motioned his head to one of the larger stages that seemed like it was preparing for a Wet T-Shirt Contest. You rolled your eyes at him. Of course, that���s where he would want to end up. “Alright, but only because it’s a good central location. Not because I wanna watch you get an eyeful.” 

Before he could come up with a witty retort, you were off the bench and walking among the people. In your jeans and white t-shirt, you didn’t exactly fit in with them either, but at least you weren’t wearing a heavy jacket. Your own weapon, your knife, was tucked into a holster attached to your leg, and your fingers brushed against the hilt with every step that you took towards the woman who had flashed her black eyes at you. It was tough to maneuver through the crowd, tall men often standing in the way of your line of your vision, a couple of them playfully trying to touch you. You slapped their hands away and carried on, too focused on the mission to give them a piece of your mind. Otherwise, you would have picked them apart and left them absolutely decimated with only your words. 

There she was. A fucking stunner. The vessel must have been a supermodel or something because this demon was getting a lot of attention, exactly like it wanted. It had it’s pick of tall, muscular, college-age men who didn’t actually think much about their future and would make a deal for something as stupid as money. Bargain away their soul for a couple of fun weekends in Cancun or something similar. 

Going up and incapacitating it wasn’t an option, not with so many witnesses. There was no way you were going to be able to form a salt circle around it with all of these people around, it would get trodden on, if it didn’t immediately mix with the sand. But you couldn’t let it just take these men away either. If you could save their souls, best bet you were going to try.  

“Hey, you,” You called out, jogging a little closer, running the back of your hand against your forehead where sweat was starting to gather and drip into your eyes. All the attention turned to you in that moment, and the demon knew that it had the advantage here. Its smirk made you want to rage. You had to use some quick thinking to get these men away. 

“Can I help you?” It said, in a sickly-sweet voice. The fucking confidence in these demons - must be a younger one.  

“You’re the bitch who gave my brother herpes, aren’t you?” You said, your mind flashing to Gabriel of all people, and the trick that he had pulled on Sam, making him pretend he was in a commercial for Herpexia. “Yeah, I remember you. Now I know my brother is too chickenshit to say anything, but I will.” You put your hands around your mouth to mime a loudspeaker of some kind, getting more people to look. “THIS CHICK HAS HERPES. DON’T SHARE A DRINK WITH HER OR SLEEP WITH HER. SHE WON’T EVEN CALL YOU AFTER ANYWAY!” 

The demon growled, a touch of its true nature showing, the eyes darkening as the guys around her started to subtly walk away, deciding that it just was not worth it. So at least one part of your idea was coming to fruition.  

“You play dirty,” she said, her head tilting menacingly towards you. The eyes were so focused on yours. You stepped in a little closer, your hand closing around the hilt of your weapon as a little room was made by the absence of her suitors. 

“Yeah, I was inspired by a tricky angel, what can I say?” You said, your own gaze glaring. “What happened to just hanging around crossroads, huh? Surely that has more dignity than picking up these scraps.” 

“Dignity? Now - you’re one to talk,” The demon said, the smirk growing on her painted red lips, which perfectly matched the bikini that she was wearing. Her hands were on her hips. She knew there were still too many people for me to do anything drastic, like go charging. “Always hanging around the Winchesters. Clinging onto Dean.” 

“I don’t cling,” You scoffed. “I said, actually. It’s something that friends do. Which you wouldn’t know, because demons don’t really have friends, do they? You’re not the most likeable sort.” 

“Friends?” The demon said, chuckling, which got on your nerves. “Come on, y/n. Even from down below we can see how bad you have it for Dream-Boy Dean. Which is why you cling.” 

“I think this part, right here, this is why you guys have a bad rep. The deals, the hellhounds, the annoying possessions, they’re all bad, but this right here? This is why you’re never going to have friends,” You glared, feeling yourself getting riled up. Which of course is what they wanted. 

“We take bets down there, on how hurt you’re going to be when he turns you down,” The demon-woman giggled. “I bet a hundred souls that you’re going to call on one of us. Make a little deal so that he’ll love you the same way that you love him.” 

"This isn’t going to stop me from killing you, you know. Actually, it’s making me want to do it more. And then you can go back down to hell and pass on the message that all of you are going to lose your money, nobody wins. You’re all just - so damn wrong.” 

Your stomach was churning inside of you. The anger was making you start to become careless, but it wasn’t just the words that she was saying which were pissing you off. It was the fact that she had a goddamn point. OF COURSE you clung onto Dean Winchester. Has anyone seen him? He’s one of the most handsome men in the world, women and some men everywhere fell for him. And you had the pleasure of getting to know him, which made your admiration worse. He was a badass, he was confident, he was funny, he had this bad boy look down pat. But of one thing you were absolutely sure. You would never, ever be stupid enough to make a deal with a demon. Not for love, not for power, not for anything. If you ended up ever confessing your feelings to Dean, and he didn’t feel the same - that was that. You already prepared yourself for it. 

“So do it,” The demon-woman said. “Kill me. But you know I’ll be back. That’s the thing that you really should hate about us demons. We always come back.” 

“Yeah, it’s really annoying,” You had to admit. Your hand fastened around the hilt of your knife. “And it makes prison sound pretty damn worth it.” 

She backed up, turned around and started to run, weaving through bodies. It appeared to be more of a dance than anything else, with her bare feet against the sand. You found it a little harder, running in your sneakers. The constant dipping into other people’s deeper footprints made your thighs burn as you kept moving. You wanted to have your knife in your hands but considering how many people were around, how there could be accidents, it wasn’t the smart thing to do. So, you were stuck just following, hoping to tackle. No, praying to all the angels that you knew that she would get hit with one of those giant beachballs that people were throwing around, so you could drag her out of there easier.  

Dodge and weave. The people were growing closer and closer together. You were having to use your elbows. With the congestion, you felt like you were a piece of floss, struggling to get between teeth. You kept getting sprayed with something, water probably. No, ugh, it smelt like beer. Someone was actually shaking up their beer and then pouring out the foam over people. 

You wrinkled your nose, wiping it away from your eyes before it could get into them, and then looked around again. You had totally lost her. There were other girls around in red bikinis but none of them had her face. You pushed more and more - until you found yourself being against a stage. Two arms came down and grabbed onto yours, pulling you up, confusing you further. 

“And we have our last volunteer for the wet t-shirt contest!” An emcee said, different colored spotlights dancing around your body. “What’s your name, jeans?” 

There were cheers coming from the crowd that you had just elbowed your way through. Your mouth went dry as you realized that everyone was now looking at you. You turned your eyes to the DJ booth where a man that looked like he was out of an LMFAO music video was standing, mic pointed out towards you.  

“Y/N,” you said, loudly.  

“Y/N! Come and stand with the other contestants, you all know how this goes don’t you?” 

While he explained the rules of this stupid contest that you now couldn’t get out of, since everyone was looking over at you, you looked through the crowd. Your eyes first landed on the demon, who was smirking at you from amongst the crowd. Her ruby red lipstick made her look all the smugger and you shook your head at her, mentally threatening to make her exorcism as painful as possible. The next pair of eyes that you caught were green, and boy, were they wide.  

Dean Winchester could be a bit of a gambling man, often with his life, but he would have never bet that he would see you be a part of a wet t-shirt contest. 

One by one, the girls in your lineup had buckets of water poured over them. Your heart was pounding when your turn was coming up. You weren’t dressed like these other girls. You didn’t have on a skimpy bikini top. Hell, it looked like the girl two down from you wasn’t wearing a bra at all. She looked like Jennifer Aniston in Friends. You looked down to make sure that you were wearing one, and yes, thank Chuck you were, and it wasn’t one of your bad laundry-day bras either. 

A gasp came out of you as a bucket full of COLD water was poured over your head. It was freezing absolutely freezing, and made you feel chilled down to the bone. But it had the effect that they wanted. Your white t-shirt was now drenched, and clinging onto your body, the way that the demon claimed you clung onto Dean. The cold had the effect on your body of making your nipples harden and start to point out of the thin fabric of your bra. The crowd in front of you went wild, a hundred, a thousand cheers coming out from them as they clapped for your body.  

You warmed up pretty quick from how flustered you were feeling. Your eyes were still stuck on Dean’s as his trailed down your body, taking in the sight of you. It wasn’t the most exposed that you had been, since he had given you a hand with stitches on your abdomen before, but it was all about context. This wasn’t seeing you because he was helping. This was him seeing you because you somehow got put into a contest meant to give straight men and lesbians material for their spankbank. 

And even though you hadn’t wanted to enter - you got in second.  

And a bonus of a 100-dollar cash prize. 

That part wasn’t so bad. 

You took it without any pomp, just accepted the bill out of the emcee’s hand and hopped off the back of the stage with the intention of circling back around and trying to avoid the mass of people. Music was playing louder now that the contest was over. Free drink tickets were being thrown out from the stage. People were being pulled up to dance. It was basically a stampede over there, and you had to finally resign yourself to the fact that if the demon was in there, she was out of your reach.  

You saw Dean exiting the crowd out of the corner of your eye and walked in his direction, pulling the shirt away from your skin, though once you let go, it immediately clung right back with a sick squelching sound. You crossed your arms in front of yourself instead, protecting what little modesty that you had left.  

“Not a word, Winchester,” You warned him. He put his hands up innocently, though you knew that he had something on the tip of his tongue that he wanted to say. 

You watched him as he took his heavy jacket off and he put it around your shoulders. You weren’t cold any longer, but you did take the opportunity to cover up, muttering a thank you as you crossed your arms in front of yourself to hide your wet t-shirt from view. “Can’t complain about a hundred bucks though,” he said, with a corny smile.

“I can complain that the demon bitch got away. I swear, she did that on purpose. Lead me to the stage so that I would get picked. Crowley is probably down there, laughing his ass off, knowing that his demon did this.” 

“We’ll find them,” Dean said, resolutely. “- after you buy me an overpriced beer. You can afford it.” 

You nudged him with the new weight of the jacket, making him chuckle. It was a welcome sound, after being humiliated and disappointed. “Fine, fine. One beer - but we’re looking for these hellspawns while we drink, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Dean said, gruffly. “We’ll squish these cockroaches.” 

You nodded and he put his arm around your shoulders, leading you towards one of the makeshift bars on the beach, selling beer at three times the price of what they should be. Your heart was beating quickly again inside of your chest as you were pulled in close to him, the smell of his leather surrounding you. Your words flickered back to what the demoness had said - you clung to him. But right now, it almost looked like ... 

He was clinging to you. 

[arjwrites]

I'm not the same annon that requested it(I'm not that creative) but could we get a sequel to the saving grace fic?? Like, I was reading it and it was so good I was soo invested in the story and then it ended 😭😭 I've been looking for any Cas fics in general but I think yours are by far the Greatest💕💕

Saving Grace pt. 2 - Castiel x GN!Reader

Summary: Part 2 to Saving Grace!

Warnings: References to sex, use of Y/N. GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: HEHEHE this one was a little silly but I love it. I feel like it ends really abruptly but I really wanted to get it done. I think I am going to write a little epilogue blurb to finish this, look for that sometime next week! Thanks for requesting this anon, I hope you enjoy <3

Link to Epilogue

Since your initial encounter with Cas’s wings, the two of you had fallen into a regular routine. At the end of the day, whether the team had just finished a difficult hunt or many long hours of research, Cas would pull you aside to discretely ask for your assistance, and the two of you would tuck yourselves away from the Winchesters for some privacy. 

“Y/N, could you… Check out my wings again? Something feels off.” He’d ask, usually averting your gaze.

“Of course, Cas!” The chance to touch his wings always excited you, but you quickly worked to calm yourself, to play things cool. “I will, uh, be in the other room when you’re ready.”

In the last few weeks, the angel had asked you to comb through his wings more times than he had ever mentioned them in the years you had known him. And more often than not, you never found any debris to remove or injury to assess. You found this peculiar, but you never said a word about it. Grooming through Cas’s wings was a job that you carried out carefully, dutifully, accepting your salary in the form of quality time with your dear angel. 

Sometimes, when you and Cas would hide away to share this secret ritual, the angel would talk, and you would listen. He’d tell you about heaven, about things he had seen in his time on Earth, and all the things that weighed heavy on his mind. Other times, he was quiet. In these times, you would take the lead. You would tell him about your childhood or recount stories of your life before his arrival. He would listen intently, committing every detail to memory. Your heart would swell when he would bring up something you had told him in another conversation. He was so considerate. 

Beyond being an emotional release for the two of you, the physical sensation was like nothing else either of you had experienced. For Cas, it was a relief and relaxation that he hadn’t experienced in as long as he had occupied his vessel on Earth. Sometimes it felt as if his grace, his true form, was bottled up tight inside of him, threatening to spill over. But in these moments with you, he could let it slip out of him, and feel the cool breeze that was your touch rippling through his feathers. And for you, it was divine in every sense of the word. It was more than just the softness and majesty of his wings. With each stroke of your fingers, a feeling of such peace came over your body. It was like the moment of warmth you felt when Cas healed you after a hunt- only stretched from a brief second into minutes, hours. It took a long time for you to grow comfortable holding casual conversation while working through Cas’s wings. You often felt that they demanded your full attention- like they were using their incandescent glow to speak to you in a language you had never learned yet understood perfectly. But you often reminded yourself that this time was for Cas, so you counted yourself lucky and chatted along with the angel for the sake of his comfort. 

As this routine became more commonplace, it grew to drag on longer and longer. Initially, you and Cas were quick, subtle, doing your best to fly under the radar so that Sam and Dean wouldn’t notice your absences. But there was something about spending this time with him that was so intoxicating. Each time you would linger in each other’s presence for a few extra precious moments. Sometimes, you would disappear together for hours on end. Cas would typically leave the Winchesters in a frantic or distant state, and return serene and satisfied. Undoubtedly, the boys were starting to take notice. 

Today was one of those days where your time with Cas had been greatly extended. You both had gotten caught up swapping stories about the most beautiful things you had ever seen. You had gone on and on about the glimpse of the northern lights you and the boys had caught when a hunt had taken you up to Canada, while Cas had described wonders both heavenly and earthly that you could barely imagine. But the whole time, there was something lingering beneath the surface. When he had first asked you the question, you had desperately wanted to scream out You, Castiel. Your wings, your grace, your presence. You are the most beautiful thing I have had the pleasure of knowing. But, of course, you did not. And it seemed like there was something left unsaid on both sides, because when Cas talked through his own answer, he had hesitated before speaking and trailed off after finishing, in a way that was so different from his usual direct and succinct tone. 

After finishing the routine, you had retreated to your room, your mind racing through every possible thought Cas could have been thinking. The angel, on the other hand, had ventured out into the bunker, only to find Sam and Dean perched in waiting. Cas acknowledged them both, intending to keep the interaction brief, but it seemed the brothers had different plans. 

“Where have you been, Cas?” Dean gruffed in an accusatory tone. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, avoidantly. 

Sam and Dean shared a quick look, silently communicating in their typical Winchester telepathy. Cas watched, unsure of their intentions, but nevertheless eager to get out of the conversation as soon as possible. 

“You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Y/N, recently,” Sam noted, inching carefully towards the topic. 

“Yes, I have.” It was true. Another Winchester glance ensued. 

“So, uh… What have you guys been… doing?” Dean questioned. 

Cas thought for a moment. This wasn’t something he wanted to share with the Winchesters- it was something sacred shared between the two of you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Sam and Dean, but there was something about the act that felt so vulnerable. Plus, it wouldn’t take them long to realize what Cas was up to. He definitely didn’t need this sort of grooming on a regular basis- it was all a ruse to be close to you, alone. It was one of the few pleasures he allowed himself to take part in, and in some ways he felt guilty- like it was wrong to let you do this for him, like he was using you. And if the boys found his secret out, would they tell you? He had to deflect. 

“Y/N has been helping me,” was all he could come up with in response. 

“Helping you with what, Cas?” Sam probed, not ready to let him out easy. 

Again, Cas stalled for a beat. “With some private business.” 

“Well Cas, whatever it is, we can help too,” Dean stood, beginning to inch towards the angel. 

“No.” His gaze hardened. This is where his heart would’ve started beating faster, if it did that kind of thing. 

“No?” Confusion and the slightest hint of anger laced Dean’s voice. “Cas, that’s what we’re here for. Is it dangerous?” 

“No. It’s intimate. Not any of your business.” 

At this, Sam and Dean shared a third look, this one very different from the first two. This time, their eyes were wide, their mouths opening and closing in tandem as if volleying the same thoughts back and forth, neither sure how to articulate them. After a deafening few moments of silence, Dean spoke.

“So… You’re being… Intimate, with Y/N…” he trailed off. 

“Yes.” He nodded, hoping they would accept that and move on, not understanding the connotations of his words. 

“And you… You care about Y/N… Right?” Sam chimed in.

Cas furrowed his brow. “Of course I do. Very much so. This isn’t something I would do with someone I didn’t love.” His tone was matter-of-fact. Of course he loved you. Maybe he hadn’t yet told you, but… Of course he did. 

“Okay. Okay. Good.” The boys nodded to each other as if offering some sort of approval that Cas had not been seeking after. And when they turned to look back at him, the angel was gone. 

-

Your slippered feet flopped against the hard floors of the bunker as you traveled the distance between your room and the kitchen, on a pilgrimage in search of a snack. The bunker felt eerily quiet- you didn’t run into either Winchester nor your angel during your journey. It wasn’t until you closed the fridge, satisfied with your selection, and turned to retreat, that you noticed Sam and Dean behind you. Your heart leapt out of your chest at the jump-scare, but they wasted no time in speaking.

“Hey, so, uh, we heard what’s been going on.” Dean was awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he spoke. 

“Yeah, and we wanted to say… You guys don’t have to like, hide it anymore, or anything,” Sam added. 

“I mean we don’t want to, like, see you do it-” Dean chimed in.

“Right! Right. We don’t. But-” 

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” You interjected.

“Well Cas told us what you two have been doing. Don’t worry, it wasn’t like a ‘kiss and tell,’ we had to pry it out of him-” 

“And what exactly did he say we were doing?” 

The boys looked at each other sideways, as if a silent rock paper scissors was determining who would speak. It seemed that Dean had lost.

“Well the word he used was being ‘intimate.’” Dean made air-quotes as he spoke. “It was kinda sweet, though. Said he wouldn’t do it with someone he didn’t love, and-” 

“Oh my GOD,” was all you could get out. They thought you two were having sex. Cas said he loved you. Your mind couldn’t decide which you needed to address first, but it seemed your feet had chosen for you when you backed out of the room, turned on your heels, and ran. 

“You don’t have to be embarrassed!” Sam called after you, but you were gone.

It was as if a magnet was pulling you towards the angel. You had a feeling you knew exactly where he would be- not a conscious thought, but more of a natural instinct that was carrying your body in concert with your legs. The narrow bunker hallways whipped past you and it felt like you were flying. If you could’ve flown to Cas in that moment, you would have. 

And there he was, perched exactly where you thought he would be. Looking at him now, it felt like the world had opened up around you. He said he loved you. He loves you. 

“Hello, Y/N.” Cas looked at you with a soft smile, and you froze. 

You had raced to him on pure adrenaline, but now, you weren’t sure what to say, do, think. Your mouth hung open for a moment, before finally forming the words.

“I just spoke with Sam and Dean,” you said, plainly.

“I see. They must have figured it out. I’m very sorry, Y/N. I don’t want you to think I am taking advantage of you by asking for your help with my wings, or-”

“Cas, they think we’re having sex.”

Cas cocked his head to the side and shifted his gaze behind you, processing what you had said. “I see.”

“Why do they think that, Cas?” 

He drew in a silent breath that melted his facial features. His whole presence softened, as if he had made up his mind about something that had worried him for so long.

“Well, you see… They asked me why we had been spending so much time alone. And I didn’t want them to know about what we were doing because… It’s very vulnerable, Y/N. It is a lot of trust that I place in you. And I feel guilty, because it isn’t something you should have to do. It’s selfish but it feels so good, and…”

“And what, Castiel.”

“It’s a reason for me to be close to you.” 

His words sent your heart skyrocketing and pulled you across the room, closing the final few feet between you. There were a million things you could have said. You could have reassured him he wasn’t selfish, told him how much you enjoyed helping him, or laughed at him for the confusion he caused. But instead, you gave all of those feelings a moment to bubble up in your chest before funneling them into a kiss. A soft kiss, a gentle kiss, and yet, one that was driven by so much emotion that it couldn’t help but be firm, absolute. And the angel kissed you back.

You lips lingered together for as long as you each could bear, before pulling gently away in unison. The smile on his face spoke volumes before you could even open your mouth. 

“You can be close to me whenever you’d like, Cas.”

“I’d like that,” he nodded. 

Now, to deal with those Winchesters.

[seiwas]

supplementary media for three-part honesty | todoroki shouto

summary: honesty, you've realized, is shouto’s most cunning trait—a quality that's endeared you over the years now rendering you into a stuttering, fumbling mess like never before.

tags: intended as f!reader but no pronouns used, aged-up pro-hero!shouto and assistant!reader, post-canon (divergent), workplace romance, co-workers to lovers (ish), todoroki family dynamics and healing, fluff.

full fic | prequel

࿔ moodboards & music

I.

…sleek and neat, sharp edges and clean lines, straightforward much like he is. cold, for the most part, save for the corners touched by your warmth.

shouto looks at you, then, again, too.

the dark navy satin was a good choice, the perfect vessel for catching ripples of light.

butterflies - fiji blue

love somebody like you - joan

dive - olivia dean

II.

…now, he wonders—

“do you want a photo with the flowers?” shouto asks, because it makes no sense that you deem him worthy to be pictured in perfect lighting when there’s you, looking like you do—the walking subject to the backdrop of greenery behind you.

keeping score - dan + shay, kelly clarkson

bloom - the paper kites

golden hour - kacey musgraves

III.

…you never forget to knock on his door—a two-part thump that takes him out of his own little work bubble.

he glances at you through the glass panel of his wall, your face dimly lit by your computer screen.

it never feels right for him to leave when you haven’t left either.

chateau - angus & julia stone

stardust - zayn

in case you didn’t know - brett young

twenty something - nightly

a/n: thank you to @augustinewrites @arcvenes @soumies @scarabrat for aaallll the help and support 🥺

[theficpusher]

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adrenaline by reveries_passions | M | 38208 “Harry Styles,” Nameless Boy who now has a name says. Louis is too busy having an internal crisis to realize the boy has just introduced himself as Harry Styles. Harry Styles, only son of Des Styles, PhD, Dean of Harvard Medical School. Harry Styles, known by everyone and their grandmother. Harry Styles, star rower. Harry Styles, youngest enrolled student in graduate school at Harvard University. Oh my god, Louis thinks, mortified. I just slept with Harry Styles. As he reaches out tentatively to shake the boy’s hand, another thought hits him. Oh my god. Harry Styles is gay. ~ louis tomlinson, college dropout, up and coming dj, and gay activist, is the notorious owner of exclusive underground gay club, adrenaline. harry styles, med student by day, partier by night, child prodigy and seemingly heterosexual son of harvard professors, is the youngest and arguably the smartest student at harvard medical school. or: a one night stand wasn't supposed to become the greatest love story of the 21st century.

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Of Mates and Men by bananaheathen | E | 630460 In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of. Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance. Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

[aliusfrater]

thinking about this scene and ruby's choice of words in the sentence, "your appetite's gotten much bigger," and how it feels like something a mom tracking the growth of her newborn would say and while, yes, there's the immediate double meaning of their relationship and the fact that ruby is grooming sam into the perfect vessel for lucifer, not just physically but she's also grooming his willpower out of him through both addiction and a similar kind of control/relationship dynamic that dean has over sam, but only to an extent that manipulates sam into thinking he still has control over himself and replacing it with a kind of complacency that you would typically find in any relationship that can be described as provider and their ward, there's also the overhanging dynamic of mother and son. the choice of ruby's words mirroring that of a mother's takes the physical substance of her demon blood out of a role that's just physical and mental relief for an addict or just a source of/perpetuation of power and into a role of a substance that is not only nurturing and nutritious but also necessary; there's an indirect comparison between demon blood and breast milk. this is crucial to sam's relationship with demon blood as a substance:

azazel describes his blood as being 'better than mother's milk' when the origin of sam's power, something that is now inherently tied to his motivations and agency as a character, is revealed to have been as a result of the being sam and his family have been hunting all along, the being that killed his mother. there's an intrinsic link between azazel feeding sam his blood and ruby's relationship with sam with how they relate to each other as metaphors for childhood sexual assault. there's another angle added to this when it's revealed that mary is the one that had originally let azazel into their home and that john had known this about sam but chose to keep the information from him. there's also the idea that ruby had originally coerced sam into having sex with her, inherently relating their sexual relationship and demon blood to one another and placing it at the forefront of their seemingly collaborative relationship. there's also more to consider when you relate the idea of azazel possessing samuel's body to bargain with and ultimately kiss mary — an act of almost explicit incest that had transpired through coercion — to the metaphor of childhood sexual assault as well the idea that mary named sam after her father, the same man whose body was used to violate her and, by proxy, violate sam's

this kind of fuels my idea of sam as a nucleus character when it comes to the exploration of the inherent rot of/within the nuclear family; there's an existing atmosphere and set of relationship dynamics that basically ensures that he will be assaulted and violated in some way or another over and over again. in 1.06 skin he tells his college friend, "anyway, what can i do? it’s my family," as a conclusionary sentence to his absence at school and why he takes part in hunting and i think that's a pretty perfect encapsulation of how childhood abuse, particularly sexual abuse, goes unnoticed or without intervention. it's their family so they either don't report or bring attention to it at all either because they don't want to hurt their family or because they think it's normal. it's their family so even if they do report or bring attention to it, it's dismissed because it's their family. it makes this all the more satisfying that he's referring to hunting here, the family business, because hunting is the ultimate metaphor for rot within the nuclear family in supernatural. hunting has provided the ultimate atmosphere for sam's bodily and mental autonomy to be violated over and over again; it's also quite literally his fate to be violated by lucifer and the power azazel violated his body to give him propels him further and further into this fate first under the guise of genuine agency then once again through the same genuine guise of agency but accompanied by a more prevalent force of abuse

[nobodymitskigabriel]

Everyone talks about how shitty it was that Michael and Adam were cut short in s15 and how they wanted to see them go on cute dates and move in together and like. Sure. But I wish they'd been expanded in a different way. Imagine Adam being around for Michael's "betrayal" of Sam and Dean. Or maybe the angels welcome Michael out of the Cage and presenting him with the throne and Michael just...not knowing what to do. Or maybe God commands Michael to kill Jack and Michael needs to seriously grapple with potentially making the same mistake twice. And maybe all this is happening while Gabriel or Raphael is alive which adds extra archangel family drama to the pot.

All these hypotheticals just to say that I would've loved to see Michael be a part of a genuine conflict in s15 especially with Adam. They had each other for 1000+ years but now things have changed, and in the grand scheme of the Universe, what is 1000 years anyway? Maybe this was God's plan all along. Okay, so maybe all humans aren't all literally maggots, but is the fucking archangel Michael going to throw away everything he lived for for the angels' Plan B Adam Milligan?

So imagine Michael actually going back to and listening to God or Heaven and Adam being so offended not on the Winchesters' behalf, but just on principle after everything God's done. Adam gives him an ultimatum and tells him he needs to wise up or get out of his body, and Michael goes...you know what? No. I'm an archangel and you're my vessel. Why would you get a say here? So maybe Michael takes Adam for a ride, stuffs him to the back of his consciousness and gets on with his business like the Cage never happened.

Eventually Michael does leave Adam, either by halfway coming to his senses or getting kicked out by force and obviously that experience would be very traumatic for Adam who would just...not know what to do with himself after being betrayed and violated by his only friend for 1000+ years.

But whatever, right? Michael is an archangel. His Father is back. He doesn't need Adam or a vessel. (Except he sososososososo fucking does.)

So imagine Adam tagging along with tfw for some mission that goes wrong. Everyone is surrounded. It's game over. But then whatever demons or angels or whatever are about to kill them get smote like it's nothing. The ground trembles. The windows break. Absolutely blinding white light spills in. Everyone has to shield their eyes and there's this ear-grating noise that only Adam seems able to be able understand. Everyone is writhing on the ground, clutching their ears and Adam is just standing there casually like he's having a depressing and slightly tedious conversation. It goes back and forth between the most ghastly noises anyone has ever heard and Adam saying something like, "I don't know if I can trust you anymore" and this goes on for some time. We never actually hear what Michael says, but it seems to have a major effect on Adam who eventually does decide to forgive him and let him back in.

I also like the idea of Michael taking his throne back with Adam?? Like I know we're not necessarily rooting for Heaven on this show but yesss king make John's secret third son your Heavenly consort 💞💞 I do like the domestic potential Midam has but it doesn't just have to be domestic you know???

[destielbeatlesminibang]

Title: When My Mind Is Wandering (There I Will Go)

Author: rachelindeed

Artist: sidewinder

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Finale fix-it: In order to save Dean's life, Cas has to temporarily take him as a vessel. While Dean's body heals, they decide to explore what a life outside of hunting could look like. On a volunteer trip a few towns over, they are reminded of the beauty of community. And as Cas's thoughts mix with his own, Dean learns how freeing it can be to see himself through the eyes of someone who loves him.

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, minor background Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Consensual Possession, Angelic Possession (Supernatural), Developing Relationship, Romance, Healing, Fix-It, Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On (Supernatural), Post-Finale

Posting on June 25

Keep reading for a short excerpt.

It wasn't just senses, emotions, and words that flowed back and forth: memories joined the tango, too. Dean could always tell which were Cas's by the hyper-focused detail. Angelic memories weren't tied to the data limits of human brains, so they held onto everything like fancy honking celestial IMAX cameras. When Dean remembered some conversation they'd had years ago, it was the normal kind of approximation where he could paraphrase some key things said, tell you if there'd been rain or sun, maybe grasp a general image of how Cas had looked in the moment. Meanwhile, Cas could still count the raindrops on the driver's side window, still see the tiny shadows on Dean's face as his eyelashes caught the light.

It was kind of funny seeing himself that way, but honestly, not as freaky as he might have expected. Sure, the fact that Cas had perfect recall and instant replay on every stupid thing that'd ever come out of his mouth was not ideal. But Dean had been prepared for something a little more…acid rock? Psychedelic? Far out? He’d kind of figured he wouldn't be getting out of this without staring down the gullet of his own soul. And it's not that he'd wanted to look at that mess on the regular, but just once might have been cool. Just to know.

Turned out, though, that 'seeing' souls was a matter of multi-dimensional fusion, and Cas couldn't plug Dean's eyes into that. It'd be like trying to teach his ears to taste or his nose to hear.

"OK. But what's it look like, anyhow?" he asked Cas. "My soul?" It was late, very late, on their last night at the hospital. Physical therapy had been its usual unpleasant cocktail of boredom and misery. The headache radiating back-to-front across his skull was screaming at him to bust out, get drunk, just move. But going home felt like starting the timer back up on figuring out his life, and he wasn't ready for that either. So he brought it up because he could, and he was curious. Maybe you could call it fishing for compliments, too; so sue him.

He'd had a rotten day, but Cas thought he was beautiful. They were living in each other’s thoughts, there was no hiding that. Whatever Cas saw in his soul, Dean was betting it'd be just a bit poetic. Stars, fireworks, snow on a mountainside; vague grandeur, the type of stuff somebody might print for a calendar.

But Cas was lost for words. He did his best to find Dean an answer; focused for sincere, silent minutes on crafting some apt description or honest comparison. Dean felt him shiver—a tiny, charged, silvery thing. But in the end, a little helpless, he only said:

It looks like you.

[shallowseeker]

Recruiting Dean

Via the Nightmare-land of all his current anxieties.

Zach I - Zach II - Zach III - Say it ain't so - Cas can DIE?! - Bobby, demoralized - Dean and Cas's mutual, pissy fatalism - Love blooming, personal space - You're not much fun, so why am I laughing so hard? - Dean's anixety at being a vessel - Sam: Everybody please panic, I'm a vessel, too!

Disclaimer: I love ALL The End meta, from the ones that look for hidden meanings and the ones where Chuck is hiding incognito in his first-row seats, but I thought this would be a Hella a fun way to ask this question.

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What if The End is all about Dean and Zach? What is almost everyone IN IT is Zach, tapping into and mocking Dean's churning ruminations and anxieties?

What would that analysis look like? What might we predict? We know that Zach recruited a Jehovah's Witness, and after Dean's call with Sam, Zach entered the motel to try yet another sales pitch.

Zach got into Dean's bedroom. But maybe this time, Zach's going deeper. Perhaps he got into Dean's dreams, too.

In the previous Zach adventures, he tried to give Dean a vision of a loser's life, one Dean wouldn't be able to stand: a corporate yes-man who listened to NPR and steamed his latte like a wuss. Remember his pitch in It's a Terrible Life?

ZACHARIAH: Save people, maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women. This isn't a curse. It's a gift. So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it. Look around. There are plenty of fates worse than yours. So are you with me? You wanna go steam yourself another latte? Or are you ready to stand up and be who you really are?

But just like he will later miss the mark on Adam's personality a bit, he misses on Dean at first, too. Dean cares about family.

"My father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo." // "Are you saying my family isn't real?"

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We'll hear Zach make more pitches to Dean in the beautiful room in Lucifer Rising. Time-honored things that, from his experience, tend to work when recruiting humans, from happy memories to food to TV fantasy to food to sexual adoration:

ZACHARIAH: Try a burger. They're your favorite. From that seaside shack in Delaware. You were 11, I think. DEAN: I'm not hungry. ZACHARIAH: No? How about Ginger from season 2 of "Gilligan's Island"? You do have a thing for her, don't you? DEAN: Tempting. Weird. ZACHARIAH: We'll throw in Mary Ann for free. DEAN: No, no. Let's... bail on the holodeck, okay? I want to know what the game plan is.

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ZACHARIAH (to a crying Dean): And when it's over... and when you've won... your rewards will be... unimaginable. Peace, happiness... two virgins and seventy sluts.

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We'll get a whiff of AU Zachariah's tactics with a nervous, broken Kevin Tran in s13, too:

Meredith Glynn had intended a more... grayscale view of Zach's intentions via @spnscripthunt-inactive, but either way is very good. Very Zach:

Who knows why, but in Meredith's version, Zach is convinced that Jack is the way, not Kevin.

Anyhoo, more on the Jack-Zach interactions later. For now, I'm just thinking about the whiff of Zach's and upper Heaven management's style of recruiting tactics through Kevin's words:

LUCIFER: Kevin, what are you doing, getting mixed up with Michael? ... KEVIN: ...Michael's taking me with him to paradise world so I can meet hot women. LUCIFER: I'm sorry. What?

Jack, who had also been tortured (stabbed, burned, drowned) by Zachariah, tried to reach out to Kevin. Mary even more so:

KEVIN: Y-you don't understand... then the end of the world happened, and everyone around me-- my friends, and my… my mom-- they all started to die. ... KEVIN: No! Michael says… that when I get to Heaven-- when he lets me into Heaven-- I'll get to see my mom again. I don't care! You don't understand. I… You don't know the things that I've done. I just want this to be over.

Now, we see the truth. Kevin was never interested in the recruitment line, something-something hot women. Not really. That was just a boisterous shield to hide the deeper pain.

He just wanted to see his mom again.

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So. When we reach 5x04, we see Zach adjust fire with Dean.

In 5x01, he tried a different, more forceful way of recruiting Dean, making him feel terrible about himself.

...I feel like looking at The End as a nightmare land of all of Dean's anxieties is a really fun way to revisit it.

But before that, if we consider this question, what might we predict for Zach to uncover, based on all the stuff Dean is feeling Weird (TM) and Stressed (TM) about right now?

Based on all the other stuff we've been thinking about, I'll make a small list of potentials, starting with the Bobby-Dean confrontation at the end of last season...

[daughterofcain-67]

𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 (𝔭𝔱.4)

(Dean Winchester x Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After Sam and Dean have finally found you, they ask for your help to find Metatron so Dean will be able to defeat him. But how will something as simple as being around another holder of the mark effectively both you and Dean? Will it even effect either of you at all? Come to find out, angels are killing themselves in Castiel's name.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Seasons nine and ten spoilers so please be warned. Primarily (but not accurately) based on Season 9 Episode 22 : Stairway to Heaven. The episode will float into part 5. Torture, violence, death, mentions of suicide, may not be suitable for all audiences.

Previously…

The burning in your arm was different. And it was more intense than what you’ve ever felt before. You knew you didn’t feel it with your father because that was a mere vision but this? This was real. He was coming.

Dean Winchester was there.

Then your gaze landed on the slightly shorter hunter and you knew he just had to be Dean. He had they eyes of a killer and you could see it now. You saw why he was worthy to bare the mark. He had already seen and done so much and you were sure of it.

The mark on Dean’s arm burned to such an intensity, he knew that there was sort of connection between the two of them. He looked at his brother Sam who was trying to fake the fact that he didn’t know what this girl was talking about. If this was about the Mark of Cain, he knew that he and Sam needed to have a talk. A serious one at that.

Somehow, Sam was the one that convinced you to join them and meet their angel friend, Castiel. Never in the centuries you've been alive have you ever thought that you'd meet an angel. But then again you've heard of their fall and to you they didn't seem to be as big of a threat as they used to be.

You couldn't help but feel a little awkward though while you sat in the back of Dean's car. You could tell that there was some kind of tension between the two brothers. It's not like you knew what it was.

You wondered how the Hell you were supposed to get to know these people. And why did they think you could help with anything? Why would they think that you would even want to help?

You remembered your father's words, remembering that he said to go along with these brothers. You had heard of two brothers saving the world, and a part of you wondered how they could manage that if they got tense like this.

Taking in a deep breath, you began to speak.

"So... what exactly is this Castiel is wanting to know?" You asked.

"Well, you see, Y/N.. Castiel and the both of us have been searching for Metatron. And he mentioned to me that someone like you could be of some help. Hopefully.” Sam told you

“Plus, there was a report of an angel missing. We don’t know if it was one of Castiel’s angels or Metatron’s. We think the vessel could have been possessed by a demon, overpowering the angel, when he came to look for you.” He continued and you remembered the very first demon that came to your tattoo parlor.

"I can confirm there was a demon there. The angel seemed to be long gone though. And the vessel... it perished with the demon." You confessed.

"You think the angel found a new vessel before goin' back to Cass?" Sam asked his brother, as if he was hoping for some kind of dialogue. But the older brother let out some kind of grunt, as if he had something a little different on his mind.

"Maybe. Still don't know why demons would get involved with this whole thing." Dean said, gaze never leaving the road ahead of them.

You subconsciously placed a hand over your mark, knowing damned well why that demon came. But you didn't think it would really be worth mentioning. Cain didn't have anything to do with Metatron, neither do you. And you don't care what Crowley was looking for you for.

"Back to the Metatron thing... how exactly are you thinking of handling him? He's not an ordinary angel you know." You said, changing the topic a little. Anything would beat the silence among you and these two practical strangers.

"The First Blade."

Those three words flowed from Dean so effortlessly. Hearing him even talk about the powerful weapon almost put you in a trance. You had heard of all of it's corrupted and bloody splendor. But you yourself had never been able to use is. Your father wielded it for years before he parted from it. Who knew where it was.

"How are you supposed to get your hands on it? No one knows where it is and you'd have to have a specific tracking spe-"

"One step ahead of you. We've already got he blade and-" Sam began.

"Not for much longer..." Dean interrupted.

"Well... We may have to entrust it to Crowley again for the time being until we can locate Metatron."

You looked at Sam before looking at Dean. It was gradually coming together. The blade and his mark, is that what the two are tense about right now?

You shifted your gaze to the window and watched as all the trees seemed to zoom by while Dean drove.

"It's a safe precaution whether you like it or not, Dean." You managed to speak.

"Yeah and what the Hell do you know about precautions with that thing? We know you've never used it so what do you know about what it's like?" Dean asked and you rolled your eyes and started to glare at the hunter.

"I knew it was in the bottom of the deepest ocean. I spied on Cain the night that it happened. When he left, I went to the bottom of that ocean and retrieved it. I had my share of killing with it and trust me, its more intense for demons than it could ever be for a mortal like you. I know exactly what the high is like. I know the great urge it gives you because I've used it on many before going into hiding. Demons looked for me when I left Hell. And there was a reason they didn't know where I was for so long." You said as the car came to a stop. Apparently they were wherever this angel's base was.

Then you saw Dean look at you in the rearview mirror and you spoke again.

"Just because you're the legendary Dean Winchester, just because you have that mark, because my father thought you were worthy of the mark, and just because you think you're a strong enough hunter, does not mean you are above precaution."

"That blade is like the worst kind of poison but the best kind of drug. And if you want to hold on to your own humanity, to hold on to your brother, you'd thank him to give that blade to Crowley, even if he is the scum of the earth." You said as you got out of the car and nearly slammed the door behind you.

Sam and Dean were both rendered a little speechless. Neither of them were initially sure of what to say when they watched you get out of the car. Then Sam looked at Dean with a brow arched.

"What did she mean when she mentioned Cain seeing something in you?" Sam asked and Dean shook his head, not really wanting to get into it with him.

"I can't believe you and Cass knew about her. What is this supposed to be? Some kind of intervention? I swear it's always something with you and this damned thing when you know I'm right and we need the blade." Dean said only for Sam to scoff.

The two brothers got out of the car and they lead you into Cass's base. Once they did, Dean saw Castiel making his way over.

"Good, you're here. There's been a complication." Castiel spoke in his typical monotonous tone.

Dean's brows narrowed and the three of you followed the angel before they were in the part of his quarters where the other angels were working on their computers, soundboards and other devices.

All of the angels looked at the four of you. Although you felt singled out because you were the only demon amongst angels. Castiel reassured them you were there to help. You were sure they had questions but it's not like they asked. Not yet anyway.

"You guys are going to want to see this." One of the other angels said and Castiel, Sam, and Dean all went to the angel's computer and looked on the screen.

What the three of them saw was an angel in a trench coat going into an ice cream parlor. He tore open the coat to reveal some sort of carving in his chest and the angel shouted "I do this for Castiel!"

The next thing they saw, the angel used a blade on himself, a little girl screamed and everyone in that parlor was killed. Six humans were killed in the crossfire.

Dean's jaw clenched when he watched everything. He knew this was bad. His gut was telling him that there was no way Castiel could orchestrate something like this. But he looked over at the trench coat wearing angel and put his hands in his pockets.

"What the Hell did you do? What the Hell was that?" Dean asked sternly. "Did you know anything about this?"

"No, of course I didn't. I would never ask one of my own to kill innocents." Castiel assured and looked at the screen again at the symbol. Meanwhile Dean looked skeptical. This wouldn't be the first time the angel has lied to his face.

"Cass, why would an angel blow up an ice cream shop in your name?" Sam asked, confused but a part of him wanted to believe Castiel. He just wanted to get to the bottom of this whole thing.

"Wait a moment, there was an angel there. Esther." Hannah, one of Castiel's angels began. "She's one of Metatron's."

"Oh so this really was a hit?" Dean asked and crossed his arms.

"Dean you can't honestly believe I did something like this."

"Look I know you have good intentions, I do. You try. But this whole thing is more like a cult! But the last time you tried to be a leader you killed both angels and humans! It didn't matter to you and you lied about it!" Dean said.

"Guys, let's take this somewhere else." Sam said.

You watched the three of them go up to Castiel's office. You weren't sure if you were to follow them or not so you stayed. You wanted to gather at least some kind of information about this operation.

After all you had basically lived under a rock so to speak and all you had to go on was what your father told you in that vision.

"So what are you really doing here, Demon? Is Crowley trying to corrupt this operation?" An angel asked.

You looked at one of them and lifted a brow.

"It isn't any business of yours whether I even work with Crowley or not. I don't care if he's the King of Hell, I don't care if Metatron wins or loses. I don't even care about this little cult type thing you have going on. The Winchesters swooped me up and said I could be useful for something and I'm just along for the ride." You said.

"Yeah. Likely story coming from a liar." another backtalking angel spoke and stood up.

You didn't know if he was trying to start a fight but you rolled up your sleeves and got prepared.

Hannah was the first one that noticed your mark and she delicately placed a hand on you. "If Castiel says you are here to help, he is to be believed." then she looked at the angel causing a problem.

"Have a seat and see if you can track down the angel that's missing. Castiel will want a report on Josiah to know he is unharmed. We know he was going to Colorado so find out why he was going there. There's something suspicious going on and we need to be prepared for whatever Castiel orders us to do next." Hannah advised and he did as he was told.

Then Hannah looked at you. You saw some sort of softness in her eyes despite the obvious skepticism you couldn't blame her for.

"I don't know why Castiel insisted you help us. Or why the Winchesters insisted you join them. But we really don't mean any harm. We simply want to go home. when this is all over." She told you.

You looked at her with confusion. Why was she believing you? In all honesty you didn't think you could even help with this matter. You really did feel like you were along for the ride and just wanting to know why Sam and Dean came to your parlor. Unless the boys weren't telling you everything yet.

Dean still didn't like the idea of any of this. They still had an angelic civil war going on in the sidelines. Cass shouldn't be leading especially after what happened the last time he tried to rebel. So many died in the crossfire all for "good intentions" that fell through.

"Look, guys. All we need to focus on right now is that there's a case and we need to work it. So, Cass. Did you know the angel in the video?" Sam asked, trying to be a mediator before a new hell broke loose and they'd never get anything done.

"Yes, his name was Oren. He was a new recruit. He worked at a community out reach. The angels in my charge are typically in hospitals helping where they can through minor miracles. Nothing to draw attention." Castiel explained.

"Yeah well this is a hell of a way to help the community." Dean muttered and Sam rolled his eyes.

"What do you know about the markings on his chest?" Sam said, trying his best to stay on track.

Castiel glared at Dean for the comment and knew he was going to be stubborn for a while and he looked back at Sam, "Enochian Runes. I think they must've been for focusing energy. When he stabbed himself, it resulted in the unleashing of that power."

"So if Esther was the target, what happened to her?" Sam asked.

"If she was the primary target, then if the energy was that intense then she would be atomized and reduced to nothing." Castiel said. Then there was some sort of silence.

"So what is our next step? What should we do?"

"Well you're not to do anything. We need to do some investigating and if the other angels think that you're really behind all this, they won't do any talking if you're around." Dean said sternly.

"You cannot expect me to sit here and do nothing. If you do not want my help or assistance I will go and search for Josiah. His trail was going to Colorado so that is where I will look. I have to do something."

"Alright, you know what? Fine. But Sam is going with you." Dean said and both Sam and Castiel looked.

"Because you don't trust me?"

"No, he'll be there to help."

The night came and Sam drove Castiel's vehicle to go to Colorado. Now was a good a time as any to fill Castiel in.

"Abaddon is dead. And then some. Dean really took it too far and I'm glad we followed up on that rumor. She's more than a rumor now. Maybe she can convince Dean to ease up on everything." Sam said.

"Have the effects worsened after you found her?" Castiel asked, knowing the effects of the mark were already bad for Dean. Of course he was always angry and on edge, but intensified tenfold.

"Oddly enough, it hasn't gotten worse. But we haven't given it much time to see if it will help or harm Dean any further. Although they did have a bit of a fight and it's clear Y/N knows a few things about what Dean is going through. Maybe he can learn some things from her."

"What did they fight about?"

"Well I can't really say fight, more of Dean saying something he shouldn't have and Y/N giving him an earful before we went into your little compound. She said that the blade is like the worst poison but the best drug. She said she's used it before and used them on some of the demons that tried to follow her and take her back to Hell. I assumed sometime after that before she went into hiding she tossed it back to wherever Crowley found it." Sam explained.

"She said it was more intense for her as a demon than it could ever be for Dean since he was human. And... and that he should listen to me if he wants to hold on to his humanity."

"Hold on to his humanity.. You don't think she's referring to what happened to her father do you?" Castiel inquired.

"I don't know. Maybe. I just hope he won't get to that point. She made the suggestion we give the blade to Crowley. But I partially agree with Dean. We need it to kill Metatron. Crowley is next on the list anyways. But if Dean can just agree to leaving the blade behind and using it only for emergencies, for the big boss fights, that would be great and it would be one of the bigger steps he would need to take."

"But it's hard to get him to agree to it?"

"Cass, we've been arguing about that blade too many times. It's honestly so tiring and he doesn't want to listen. He's so set on taking it everywhere..."

"What if you gave it to Y/N? For safe keeping?"

"Do you really think we should take a risk like that? She went into hiding to stay out of the demons way because of Abaddon. Now that her mother's dead, giving that blade to her may be just as bad of a mistake as Dean even accepting the mark."

"She would have a better handle of the effects. She used the blade and she was the one that chose to throw it back where she found it. She did it willingly, without having a sibling to argue with her about it."

Sam stayed silent for a few moments, honestly considering the angel's words. He knew Dean wanted to be the one that killed Metatron. And honestly, you didn't seem like you cared enough to kill Metatron so that wouldn't be an issue. It would be a matter of convincing Dean to let you have it for a while.

"You know.. it might work. I don't know how Dean will handle it but maybe while she has it in a safe place, she can teach Dean how to cope with the effects before he changes forever." Sam said.

"I wish you luck.. with Dean, I know you're going to need it."

Dean stayed behind in Cass' quarters to... interrogate... some angels that Cass said worked in the hospital to see if he can get any leads on Oren.

He sat down at a table across from an angel so they could talk.

"He was a joy to be around. He was bright."

"Yeah, lovely. But why would he light up his own fuse with that explosive personality you liked so much." Dean said, clearly unamused.

"You think this is funny? I don't have any information. So if you could just let me go, I have lives to save. Unlike you." The angel said and Dean's hands turned into a fist in his lap.

"And what's that supposed to mean, exactly?"

"You think you save people but you do more harm than good. I clear up a clogged artery here and there, remove some blood clots. But you? It's like the only way to solve a problem is with a gun or knife. You pretend to do good but you're nothing but a killer and you know it." the angel said.

"Your soul will be forever stained with red and I hate men like you."

That was it for Dean. He had it up to this point and flipped the table on its side. He lunged at the angel in her chair and tossed her back against the floor.

He pulled an angel blade out and held it against her neck and glared, the light no longer shining in his eyes and he was doing everything he could not to slice her throat but he knew he needed her alive.

"Honey, there ain't no other men like me."

With the threat of her life on the line, the angel revealed the name Constantine. He was one of Oren's supposed friends. Then there was the name Tessa. The same Tessa that Dean recognized. The one that's come after his soul once or twice. What would she have anything to do with this?

He let go of her and the angel got up and left the room. But not before giving Dean a disgusted look.

Oh what Dean would have given to stab her then and there but he knew that if he did he would never hear the end of it from Sam.

But then his mind floated back to what you said that day.

What if you were right about the blade? Unfortunately he had lied to Sam about taking it along for this hunt. He never knew when they would need it and Dean didn't want to have a need for it on a hunt one day only for it to be back at the Bunker.

He couldn't be without that blade and while you may have been right about the effects, he knew you would agree about the sort of calm that it gives you when you simply hold it. It's like a relief to what you're feeling because of that curse.

But another thing that was puzzling to him was despite the obvious tension in the car between him and his brother, having you there was another kind of calm, similar to what the First Blade gave even when the burning was more intense in your first encounter.

Speaking of the devil, you walked into the room.

On your way down the hall you saw an angel rushing to get as far away from Dean as possible. All you wanted to do was find out how the discussion went and from the looks of it, it didn't go very well.

When you were in the room, you saw Dean pinching the bridge of his nose and his brows were narrowed. You saw a table flipped on its side and a chair tossed down with Dean standing beside it.

You presumed he sensed your presence because he let his hand down and looked at you.

"What? Are you here to tell me I went too far or something?" He asked and you knew he was frustrated. You didn't know the amount of what he had on his plate.

"The opposite, actually. I half expected to find you standing over a dead body and the angel with a knife in her neck." You said bluntly and Dean rolled his eyes.

You sighed and you walked over to him.

"Look, I know we didn't start on the right foot. Especially with your little comment about the first blade earlier. I don't know who's idea it was to look for me. Frankly I don't care who you kill or don't kill. I'm still lost as to why people think I can help with anything but I really can't. I'm just a demon parading as a tattoo artist." You began.

"But from what I can see, you have a brother who cares about you. He doesn't want you to go down the path Cain did. It's ugly, it's black, it's bloody and he doesn't want to see you turn into something he can't recognize." You said and crossed your arms.

Dean lowered his head and looked down at the angel blade in his hands. Of course he knew Sam had good intentions. Cass always has good intentions. Hell, Dean even has good intentions. But they say the way to Hell is paved with good intentions.

"It's not like there's anything that can be done about the mark. I have it, I'm stuck with it. Might as well use it for whatever good I can before I start weighing people down with it." Dean spoke. This was probably the most he's been open about this sort of thing.

All he ever really tells Sam is that he's fine. He's fantastic. He can't really be honest with his own brother about it because he could never understand what he's going through.

"How bad is it?" You asked.

"What?"

"How bad is the mark effecting you? Really?"

"Don't you think we can talk about this a little later? We have a reaper to find and I need to tell Sam what's going on."

You shouldn't be surprised. And honestly from what you saw that day, you weren't surprised that he would shut you down that fast. You were still a practical stranger, but you knew he wasn't above working with demons if he went with Crowley to find Cain in the first place.

"Oh stop trying to be one of those stoic pinheads that hold their traumatic shit in all the damn time and take their problems out on everyone. Cain's who knows where, Crowley doesn't know what you're going through and Sam could never even begin to fathom the weight of everything." You said.

"We're on a car ride for barely a day and we've known each other for a matter of hours and you think you know what's going on with me? Get over yourself. We have a job to do." Dean said and tried to walk away.

You rolled your eyes and waved your hand and pinned Dean against the wall. You knew Dean was strong as he tried to resist but your grip was firm as you walked over.

"You don't want to open up to me, fine. Don't. But don't ignore me or brush me off." You said before slowly releasing your grip so he could stand on his own.

You took his arm, ignoring his protests, and you rolled up his sleeve to reveal his mark. You barely let our thumb graze over it, Dean didn't move. Instead, you could feel him get a little less tense.

"I don't know exactly why Sam wanted you to come along. But if he expect you to talk me into slowing down he really needs to understand that I'm fine. Everyone's got their shit they need to handle and this is mine." Dean told you in a less argumentative tone.

"Then you really need to start asking yourself how far you're willing to go. How many people are you willing to lose? How many loved ones will you leave behind because you won't accept the help. This mark? It's not a gift, Dean. It's a curse. And you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." You said and looked up at him.

"Just something to think about. Now let's go find your little reaper."

Dean watched you walk out of the room and that pain in his arm came back. He didn't flinch since he was used to it, but the fact that it actually subsided for a while baffled him.

He started thinking about what you said. He still didn't like the fact that Sam would go behind his back like this just to get someone like you to talk to him. But all of this talk of a curse coming from a demon, maybe Dean should put things into perspective just a little more. As much as Sam was a pain in the ass, he still didn't want to lose the only family he had left.

Thank you guys for reading! I didn't want this to be too long of a chapter but you can expect part 5 to be released soon and it will have this episode as part of its continuation! Thank you to all of you who have been giving me feedback, it really is much appreciated. I'm so glad you all have come this far with this story with me and I'm excited to see where it goes! Feel free to give me your hypothesis on what could happen next between the reader and the Winchesters!

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|| dean winchester x reader | part 2

prompt: imagine dean got caught by a demon and it distressed him to the point he involuntarily regresses and the demon just looks at him and goes "Well what else can I do?" and cgs him, and its a good time

a/n: for @teddybear-kiddo <3

warnings: demon!reader, little!dean, involuntary regression, knives, minor injuries, canon typical demon stuff, swearing

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You twiddle the tip of your knife on your thigh as you take a minute to breathe, you’ve captured the infamous Dean Winchester, you deserve a breather. Any other demon that’s taken either of the Winchester brothers has either not lived to tell the story or has warned against going anywhere near either of them.

As you look over to Dean you really don’t see the big fuss, if anything he looks particularly small compared to what you imagined. He had been a bit mouthy at first but that died quickly, still hasn’t given up the information you need though. It’ll come soon enough and hopefully before his brother comes busting in with that angel you know they drag around.

“You ready to talk yet?” You crouch down by Dean’s face, knife still held in hand, there hasn’t been much damage done aside from a nice looking cut on the side of his jaw. It’s artificial, won’t even need stitches.

“Hello? Im talking to you-.” You shut up seeing the tears falling down the Winchesters face when he turns to you. It takes you off guard for more than one reason, the biggest being that this is Dean Winchester, professional demon hunter and killer, not who you were expecting to be crying over a little cut.

“It’s just a cut, it’ll heal.” Your brow furrows watching how Dean only grows more upset and starts to thrash in the ropes holding him against the concrete pole in the warehouse you’ve dragged him to.

“I- I know.” He sniffs. It twinges something in you, something you have felt in a long time being a demon. You sigh to yourself, looking Dean over again, and god damnit you’re really considering untying him.

“Okay, tell me what’s wrong?” Dean’s cheeks blush fiercely under the question, trying to duck his head away only your hand catches his cheek to hold him steady.

“I- I want Sammy.” He whimpers quietly. He sounds like a child. Then it hits you, he looks like a child, sounds like one, fuck.

“If I untie you can you be good and not run?” Dean nods jerkily to you and you pray to lucifer he keeps that promise as you undo the knot at the back of his wrists.

The ropes drop, Dean doesn’t bolt. Step two you suppose, you know there’s a first-aid kit somewhere around here, it’s hung on the wall from when the warehouse was still in use. It should have everything you need to patch up Dean’s face.

“Stay here while I go grab a first aid kit.” Before you can fully stand Dean’s hand grabs yours, eyes big and pleading, as if he doesn’t want you to leave. He’s younger than you assumed, you know what age regression is, whoever your vessel is has a few facts about it stored away, it seems to be coming in handy.

“Okay, but no running.” You wait for Dean to stand, watching with a small smile how he stumbles and reaches to hold onto you tighter for balance.

It takes no time at all to grab the first aid kit and sit Dean back down to start cleaning the cut. After disinfecting and placing a butterfly strip to hold the wound together, you pet a hand through Dean’s hair. He leans into the touch and before you know it, he’s laying on your chest, arms around your waist and his head nuzzling closer towards you.

“Aren’t you scared? I’m a demon.” You ask a little breathless, a weird warmth is buzzing in your chest, you don’t know what it is but you like it. It grows when you wrap your own arms around Dean’s back.

“You’re not scary, you helped me.” Your instincts take over as you lean to press a kiss into Dean’s hair, you like this much more than the previous violence.

You two stay like that until Sam bursts in with Castiel in tow, both largely confused by the scene in front of them, but also relived that you haven’t done any serious damage to Dean. And as they all walk out to their car, you’re a little sad to see Dean go, maybe you’ll have to pay him a visit soon.

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[sillywillybillywilly]

Family dinner

When Gabriel suggested everyone got together, naturally, Adam and Micheal thought he was joking. Until they got a letter saying to meet up at the bunker and saying that everyone would be there, even the Winchesters. This meant that Adam and Micheal would have to be in seperate vessels for the day. (Yes I know I'm a huge hypocrite)

They both hated being in seperate vessels. Although Micheal was still able to take over Adam again while still maintaining his vessel it just felt wrong to be seperate. After a while of talking about it they went over to the bunker. Micheal was able to get them there in seconds. (Thank archangels.)

The way Micheal manifested himself allowed him to still have physical touch and be heard and seen so he technically still was with Adam but more separate. It was really a vessel though, just a strong manifestation. The manifestation looked like what Micheal would look like if he was human. Black hair, light blue eyes, about 6,2 and skin that's just right perfectly in between pale and tan.

[Gabriel]

"You ready?" Adam looked at Micheal as they stood outside the door. Surely the archangels must've sensed Micheal at this point. Micheal nodded and they both walked in. Immediately Micheal was greeted with a tackle hug from Gabriel and a heavy pat on the back. "Mikey!! How you been?" naturally Adam went to the side to clear a path for Gabriel to jump. Micheal hug Gabriel back a warm smile that he only had on his face when talking about his brothers.

"I've been well. And you?" Micheal asked. Gabriel pulled away and sighed dramatically. "Such a bad year..lost my crops, the wife," he went on. That was basically his way of saying that the year could've been better but he had fun. "So what's with the new suit?" Gabriel looked Micheal up and down then winced. "Things didn't work out with the wife for you either?" he said between his teeth.

Micheal smiled slightly at Gabriel's comment then turned to Adam, "this is temporary. Brother, this is my human." although it may sound weird, Micheal often referred to Adam as his human. Better then what other angels call their humans though. Gabriel made a silly little surprised face and walked over to Adam. Adam gave his usual smile. "It's so nice to finally meet my big bros boytoy!"

"It's nice to finally meet my archangels little brother" Gabriel smiled. They both shared some sort of the same energy. Gabriel liked Adam. "Oh hey, Winchesters, living room" Gabriel said pointing the the direction of the room. Adam rolled his eyes and said he'd be back to Micheal then left. Micheal was about to leave to greet the others as well before Gabriel stopped him. "I'm happy for ya Mikey. He's a good guy. And an even better one for putting up with your doucheness" Gabriel joked. He patted Micheal on the back. Then he, himself left. And so did Micheal.

[Sam and Dean]

"Wait so you're actually staying with him? After everything?" dean was more upset than Sam. At least Sam could sorta understand. Dean just couldn't. "Everything you weren't there for?" Adam had been sitting on the couch and Dean had been standing in front of him. Sam was sitting on the other chair. "Adam- he's an archangel! Angel's are douches and powerful and dangerous-" Adam scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"What it's not true?" Dean said crossing his arms. "He's never been a threat to me." Adam looked dean straight in the eyes. "Oh so what? You think you're special?" Sam looked up to step in. "Dean- we've gotta see it this way. Adam knows Micheal better than probably anyone else. He'd know if he was a danger or not." Adam made a gesture when Sam finished that meant 'exactly.' Dean shook his head and stormed out. Sam looked over at Adam with that sorry look.

[Raphael]

"So you're choosing to stay with the human." raphael looked somewhat disappointed and surprised. Micheal didn't answer but raphael knew that meant yes. "I thought you hated humans." he added. "And I do. But Adams different." raphael shook his head.

Honestly it didn't feel like this was going well. Until Micheal felt a hand on his shoulder. When he looked down at raphael he was pulled into a tight tight hug. "You're as stubborn as a mile brother. There's no changing your mind." raphael pulled away then looked up at Micheal. "But you're also smart and untrusting. If you trust that hairless- Adam, then I'm sure he's a good man."

Micheal nodded. "He is." Raphael smiled. He looked at Micheal for a few seconds, "he's in the garden. Go talk to him brother." he spoke. Out of all of his brothers, raphael knew how to read people's thoughts just by their faces the best. "Thank you." Micheal said before leaving. Raphael nodded.

[Lucifer]

Micheal walked out and saw Lucifer standing there. Obviously waiting for Micheal. Archangels always sense each other when they're around. He turned to look at Micheal and grinned but not in the malicious way he usually does. More in a 'can't believe you actually came' kinda way.

"Lucifer." Micheal walked towards him. Lucifer didn't even flinch. He kept the same grin. "New suit?" Lucifer spoke. "Temporary." they both stared at each other for a bit. "You doin alright?" Lucifer asked simply. Micheal nodded. "And you?" Lucifer sighed dramatically. Lucifer had the closet connection with Gabriel so Gabriel picked up a lot of Lucifer's things. "Well, more or less"

"Still with Adam huh?" Lucifer looked Micheal up and down. "How'd you know?" Micheal asked. "You're happier Mike, you look more free" a while ago Micheal was as stiff as a metal pole and as controlled as a toy car. Lucifer knew that. "Hate the hairless apes but if you like him" Lucifer patted Micheal on the back.

"He's good Lucifer." Micheal assured. Lucifer nodded. "I know he is big guy. Good for you" he reached up to ruffle Micheals hair which got him a knock on the back of the head. Although people like to say Lucifer and Micheal don't like each other, they do. They're brothers they have to.

[Castiel and Jack]

"Uncle Micheal!" Jack ran to hug Micheal and Micheal picked him up. A while back they were able to revert Jack back to his child state, Micheal helped in that. "Micheal. Adam." Castiel greeted them. Jack was able to pull Castiel out of the empty and restore his full power. "Hey Cas, I assume you know about the whole me and Micheal thing?"Castiel nodded. Micheal handed Jack over to Adam and walked out simply. He and Castiel hadn't fixed each others relationships quite yet.

"Touchy isn't he?" Adam said awkwardly. "I understand. I did Molotov him and being burned with holy fire is like being boiled alive then tossed into a meat grinder." Adam didn't know what exactly to say to that so he just let an 'oh' slip out silently.

[The living room]

They had all decided to watch Gabriel do stupid things then watch a movie. Remember what I said about the archangels being clingly to each other? Well, by the end of the night, Gabriel had chosen to sleep out of boredom using Micheal's lap as a pillow, Lucifer had been sitting on the floor next to Gabriel, Raphael had been being used by Gabriel as a foot rest, Castiel had been on the floor with Jack who was now asleep, Sam had been dead asleep for about an hour leaning on dean, dean had been asleep for probably three hours sitting on the couch and Adam had been leaning on Micheal having his nose dig into Micheal's neck.

"We got the closure we need?" Adam asked in a groggy tone.

"Yes we did Adam." Micheal offered one of his rare smiles. This was peaceful. His brothers and his human.

....

Oh and the Winchesters but who really cares about them right?

[delusional-fantasising]

My Sweet Heavenly Drug (Dead!Dean x Angel!Castiel)

Synopsis: After finale, Dean is in heaven and he seems to be slightly unhappy since he wants to see one person, to give them his answer to their confession of love to him. Gabriel makes a cameo 😋

Warnings: None really besides some angst and fluff

Heaven, somewhere and a something not many people understand. Sometimes heaven isn’t a place or object, a person.

Sure Dean has most of his heaven where he stood but the thing is, he was missing one person. He just missed him dearly and had a few things to say if he ever were to see the man or the Angel named Castiel. Everyone just told Dean to try calling Castiel or summoning him but maybe it was because the lack of response he gave the angel when the angel gave to him made him scared that he came off as rude. Making it seem like Castiel’s feelings were unrequited even though he didn’t want to make it seem that way, the hunter had some feelings.

Ever since raising him out of the depths of hell, Castiel has been a lingering swirl of confusing feelings. His vessel and the angel’s funny aloof charm capturing Dean’s eye. That angel of the lord was Dean’s strange addiction, going through so much like no one else.

Dean was sitting in his cabin out in the woods, looking out the window taking a sip of his beer while staring out into space. His surroundings a serenade compared to the horror’s he saw while alive preventing so many apocalypses or seeing everyone he has ever loved died. It wasn’t a big surprise when he decided to just spend time by himself with the dog he had raised with Sam before his last moments. Jack had sent the dog practically VIP passes to Dean, that dog never left his side.

The dog lay near his feet, Dean sighed as he stood up heading inside. He set the beer down and looked over at his mantle where many pictures frames sat there. Pictures of back when he was alive and pictures he had gotten in heaven, a picture that Sam took as a joke but Dean kept; him and Castiel passed out in the back of the impala with Sam grinning like an idiot holding up a card saying, ‘Third wheeling it.’

“This is it,” Dean muttered as he pressed his hands together just to make sure the call went through. “Cas where ever you are, I need you here.”

It was silent not even the sound of an angel landing in the room. Dean decides to crack a joke that he made a long time ago maybe hoping for a reply, “Cas get out of my ass…”

It stayed silent before a familiar voice spoke up breaking the quietness, “Dean. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever call me.”

Castiel was behind Dean, smiling at the reference of an old joke that was made so long ago once they were face to face there was a tension in the room. They hugged after it was too long since they had seen each other, a bear hug that could crush a frail person. Once they broke apart there was just so many emotions swirling between them. That butterfly feeling and Castiel internally freaking out by this call not knowing why now Dean has summoned for his presence.

“So Dean how are you enjoying this new version of heaven that I helped created with Jack?” The angel asked as he straightened out his trench coat nervously, his eyes almost piercing the mortal’s soul. “Well at least last time I was here I gotta say I’m loving the improvements but obviously there’s just something missing for me in heaven.”

Castiel narrowed his eyes trying to think what he could have forgotten; He made sure to get pies that Dean always loved appearing in his fridge, his favourite liquor, his favourite adult magazines, everything that Dean could ever want.

“What’s missing Dean?”

“Well Cas, ever since I thought you went in the void I was thinking about what you said to me, what you admitted,” Dean began trying to find the words that didn’t came out weird or awkward, this was one of the things that he always struggled with when it came to anyone either platonic or romantic; communication. Castiel did that head tilt that he always did and the first thing he did when they first met face to face, “What I said?”

Sure what he said was what he thought to be his final words but Jack rose him back to life which made things more difficult for this exact day. The eye contact was hard to maintain, neither man wanted to look each other in the eye and talk about this. This never came natural to either.

“Well Cas it was just what you told me, everything happened so fast. I wasn’t able to tell you anything. I didn’t knowing what to say in that moment then and I still don’t but Cas I just want to make it clear that I don’t don’t feel the same for you.” Dean tried explaining, his hands fidgeting with his jean belt loops, while tilting his head side to side slightly. Castiel had this hopeful look in his eyes but he masked it to not rush the whole thing, “Dean?”

“I just… hear me out. I have been always scared of ever getting involved with someone that’s why I rarely stuck around with people for long periods of time since I have always been on the move, I don’t know if I could ever or we could ever be… something,” Dean tried explaining since he knew that he had to keep some slight distance, feelings were never his strong suit neither words.

“Dean, why are you scared still?”

There was vulnerability showing within both, both a sad and scared vulnerability that no one wanted to own up to but they had to.

“I lost you over and over Cas. I watched you die so many times that I just wonder if it was shit luck rubbing on you. You becoming a fallen angel for me and risk your life so many times for me that I just don’t know where to start with how reckless you can be, I don’t want to lose you again because of me. It destroyed me every time thinking that maybe this time you did die and I won’t ever see you again,” Dean spoke, his voice cracking with the raw anguish thinking of all the times Castiel put his life on the line repeatedly like it was some stupid game of calling quits all the time. The angel step forward with his hand reaching out, placing it on Dean’s left shoulder gripping it tightly as he tried cutting Dean off, “Dean wait I-”

“No I just want you to listen, I need you to hear this coming from me,” Dean spoke as he raised his hand slightly silencing Castiel from continuing as he went on, “It’s not that I don’t want to try, I miss being with you, hunting with you or listening to music while I drive Baby but I am terrified of the amount of times I failed you. I failed you so many times I failed you went you took the mental burden when you had to stay in a mental hospital or the time I failed you when you became human and you had to be homeless. I failed you so much…”

“Dean…” His grip tightened firmly as he searched for the words to say, “Dean that happened so long ago, I have forgiven you for everything.”

“Cas you forgive too easily,” Dean muttered pressing his forehead against Castiel’s. They both had a moment of silence where they both closed their eyes. A stray tear falling down both their cheeks, Castiel did a small miracle with the help of a secret wingman who was outside of the cabin with a boombox blasting romantic slow music. Dean had to stifle a chuckle as he asked, “Is that Sam or Jack?”

“Neither, it’s Gabriel,” Castiel chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Dean as the other man did the same. The hunter wasn’t angry or even surprised, “Of course it’s Gabe, I’m not even surprised he’s alive.”

“Jack brought him back not too long ago and he’s already liking the new order that isn’t controlled by Chuck,” Castiel murmured with his lips tugging into a smile, their swaying together and no worry about monsters or anything interrupting them.

“Cas I wasn’t able to give you a response then but I love you too.”

Castiel and Dean got closer, pressing their lips in a soft tender kiss. A soft hum and Dean could feel Castiel smiling against the kiss, happy that this was the day it happened.

Happy that they can finally be together.

[chuckwon]

"They didn’t miraculously outsmart Chuck. It’s all his plan that unfolds like a magic trick, and it works. He takes away everything and everyone else in the world, ensuring that the one course of action left– his planned course of action–is the one that the brothers will take. They forget the power of their free will and feel they have no other choice.

Jack’s sacrifice is completed as he supposedly becomes the 'new God,' but he actually 'dies.' As he told Cas in 15x15, 'God and Amara will cease to exist, and I won’t survive,' and that’s still exactly what happens.

. . . This is where the rest comes in: regardless of the mechanics of the plot’s specifics in 15x19–whether Jack is literally dead, simply caged in his own mind as Chuck uses him as a vessel, altered/corrupted by the God powers within him, or some similar variation–Chuck’s influence remains. Chuck deliberately removes himself from the story, but nothing of significance changes, either in the structure of the universe he created or in the brothers’ lives. And not only does Chuck get the ending he orchestrated in regards to Jack, but his ending for the story also punishes the Winchesters shortly thereafter."

–THE HOW: Chuck’s Method of Victory

Deeply apologize for insufferably quoting my own meta, but it's for the sake of expediency because I just want to put this thought / clarification out there right now and I've only got a few minutes!

(Standard disclaimer that I'm speaking from solely my perspective on the mechanics of a potential "Chuck won" plotline, aka I do not have a monopoly on this analysis or theory and others are free to disagree with my POV. The fact that I have this blog does not mean I'm positioning myself as an Authority on the matter.)

In terms of the plot (as in the literal things and not the metaphorical)... the idea that Chuck won is not beholden to the idea that the way to convey that concept or run with must literally include Chuck being inside of Jack's body. That's one possibility, and it just happens to be one that I tend to gravitate to when imagining potential for storylines. But the exact “method” if you will has several options. Maybe Chuck took over Jack, or maybe he knew the God power would corrupt Jack, or so on and so forth.

The idea of Chuck winning (in terms of the literal events) is essentially that...

A) God power should not have personhood. The fact that it does at the "end" of the story is inherently a problem based on everything the Supernatural universe has put forth thematically, literally right up until the end in 15x17.

B) What happens to Jack–him becoming the "new god"–isn’t okay. It's awful and it was Chuck’s plan or aim all along as part of the "Abraham & Isaac" ending he desired: the father sacrificing his own son.

C) Therefore, Jack needs saving (in some fashion) through his family making it clear that he’s loved for who he is not what he is, and that he never needed to prove himself or earn their forgiveness. By "his family" I specifically mean Sam and Dean, as they are the ones who unintentionally sacrificed Jack. Or, to reference SPNWIN 1x06,

"So you had a friend stuck in a cycle of violence, and instead of helping him, you wielded him like some kind of weapon?"

Sam and Dean needed to have told Jack something along the lines of what Mary tells John in that episode:

"I still want to get out of hunting. I really do. But it's not gonna be at your expense."

D) What happens to Jack–WHATEVER the specifics–embodies the cycles of violence on the micro and macro levels. He is a son who is burdened with the expectations of his fathers. He is also the grandson of Chuck/God and in the end he could not escape the fate of becoming him.

Sam and Dean may not have meant to “kill” Jack, but they did anyway between 15x17 and 15x19 because Jack was sacrificed on the altar of their hopes, struggles, and expectations. It plays right into Chuck’s favorite themes and ideal ending. In Chuck’s words from 14x20, it’s “the father killing his own son,” otherwise known as “Abraham and Issac.”

Jack’s sacrifice fits perfectly into an unbroken cycle of violence that Chuck embodied and that was embedded into the DNA of Supernatural as a story from day one. Breaking that cycle once and for all was the only avenue to true victory, but in the end, the cycle remains intact. In-narrative and out-of-narrative, the story and characters were not allowed to fully grow beyond it —which is why it’s important to understand the breadth of these themes in order to understand the reasoning behind the writing of Chuck’s canonical victory.

How the future authors or any future sequel may or may not run with all of this in terms of a plot–is Chuck using Jack as a vessel, and if so, is Jack alive or dead? Or is Chuck not involved and this is a consequence he left behind as part of the tragedy, and the God power itself corrupting Jack and he has to be convinced into giving it up? etc.–the baseline idea is the same.

My point in bringing this up is that "something's wrong with Jack"–which I think many people are picking up on anew in the SPNWIN finale–is enough to be getting on with :)