#or are hellhounds able to do this?

[sastielsfandom]

Sam and Castiel are the type of duo to experiment and manage to make Castiel's wings exist on the same plane as a way to heal properly them.

Cue Sam grooming Castiel's wings.

[hanafubukki]

Summary: In which, Lilia can hear your thoughts but doesn't tell you.

An accidental potion mishap with Grim led to some interesting side effects. While you didn't seem affected at all by the fluid spilled on you, Lilia, on the other hand, was the opposite.

He covered his smile with his sleeve.

This will be fun.

Lilia curled his legs around Silver before slamming him to the floor.

“It’s not fair! It should have been me! Me!”

Lilia quickly buried his face into Silver’s shoulder.

“Father?”

“Khufufu~ it’s nothing.”

Lilia always loved his get togethers at Diasomnia’s lounge. It was entertaining to see how the residents were behaving.

Today was no different.

You had shown up with Sebek, planning to study for your upcoming exam.

Sebek’s grilling you on various important figures, but what would make it more entertaining…if he just moved his arms and…

“I shouldn’t have come here. He’s too cute. I won’t be able to focus! Was that his stomach?? Someone save me. Oh Great Sevens.”

Lilia finished his stretching before hiding his laughter against Malleus’ arm.

“Lilia?”

“Nothing to worry about Malleus.”

Malleus stares at him before looking at the pair on the other side. He closed his eyes, taking a sip of his coffee, “As you say.”

“Damn it, why is his laughter hot?”

“I have rarely wanted to be stepped on in my life, but I’ll make an exception for him.”

Lilia almost tripped as that thought suddenly invaded his mind. How rare. He hasn’t floundered in such a way since his early 200s.

“YN~”

He twirled around to face you. Your shocked expression has his lips twitching into a smirk.

“How did he-”

“Hi, Lilia. How are you?”

You trying so hard to keep a calm expression gave him a feeling of satisfaction.

“May Sebek never find out that I want to fuck his greatest mentor. I will literally never hear the end of it.”

Up high in the balcony seating of NRC cafeteria, the students of Diasomnia slowly edged away from a certain table.

Their respected Vice Dorm leader stared at his lunch with a maniacal look.

“Ahhhh stay away from me! What do you mean you could hear my thoughts?!”

“Come now Dearest~ I want to have a chat~”

“No! Tsunootarooouu put me to sleep for a thousand years! I can’t live like this!”

Staff and students watched as their Prefect ran away as if hellhounds were on their heels. With the devious smirk on one Lilia Vanrouge’s face? There might as well be.

The simping is strong today ☺️💞, okay but seriously, these are actual thoughts I’ve had before with Lilia 😂💚🌺

[lenaellsi]

so you're anthony j. crowley, long-time exile from heaven and recent exile from hell, and you've finally figured out that the mess of overwhelming and infuriating and intoxicating feelings you've been harboring for the only being in the universe you've ever been able to rely on might, whoopsies, be something a little bit like love. but not love the way you remember heaven loved you, or the way they told you god loved you (they lied), but love like the humans do it: messy, and awkward, and incongruously infinite, and so, so fragile.

and, well. okay, you think. this'll be horrible. embarrassing for both of us, probably. but i'll tell him. you've never been a coward, no matter what the other demons might say. screw your courage to the sticking place, or whatever. macbeth. aziraphale loved that one.

so you talk yourself into it, you gather every scrap of courage and honesty you've got left, and you say, all right, angel, i've got something to say, only aziraphale's got something to say, too, and--

aziraphale doesn't love you back.

or. he does, but he loves the ghost of the angel you used to be, not the person you've made yourself since. he loves you, but he loves you like god did--loves you good, and quiet, and dull. he loves you without your grief, or your anger, without even that first bite of the apple. he wants you like that again, he says. defanged, like the Antichrist's domesticated hellhound.

(you worked for hell for a long time, and for god for a long time before that. you're intimately familiar with what it is to offer someone everything they've ever wanted, and then to twist it, to mutilate it, into an unrecognizable hell of their own choosing. you're not sure why it surprises you anymore. you're not sure why you keep letting the surprises hurt.)

and so you do the thing you've done since the beginning, because you've never been able to stop yourself: you push. you push hard, and you grab him, and he's so angry and you kiss him and you don't think about it, don't think about it, this is the most important temptation of your life, the only one that's ever mattered--

and he forgives you.

so you leave. at least that way you can do it before he does. you've always been a step ahead and to the left; stupid to think this would ever be different. stupid to think he might choose you, with all of heaven and earth spread out in front of him. nothing lasts forever, not even the stars.

he told you that a long time ago.

[shanastoryteller]

Sam seems convinced this is going to work, but Dean’s pretty sure it’s just a load of crap. Bobby’s even more convinced that it’s a whole lot of nothing, although he had admitted that he couldn’t read every symbol that Sam had added to this mess up devil’s trap. That didn’t mean it would work. It just meant that Sam had thrown everything he could think into it.

The real reason that Dean is going along with this, and probably Bobby is too, is because it means that Sam wouldn’t be alone after Dean is dragged to hell. Although standing in the middle of Bobby’s junkyard in a mess of spray paint isn’t exactly how he’d wanted to spend the last hour of his life.

“You really think Lilith is going to show?” he asks. He doesn’t know why she would. She just has to send the hellhounds, who’s howls and yips Dean has been hearing for days. And those things have never been stopped by any sort of devil’s trap.

“Yes,” Sam says, tense, not looking at him.

That’s another thing. For weeks Sam has barely looked at him, barely talked to him. Which sucks, because he’d really wanted to spend the last weeks of his life just looking and talking to and spending time with his brother, but Sam hadn’t been interested in that. At all.

He shares a look with Bobby, who just shrugs, hands tight on his shotgun.

Then the hellhounds come, just like he knew they would, no Lilith in sight. “Sammy,” he says, reaching out for his brother. Not because he thinks he can do anything, but because he wants to touch Sam one last time, one last memory to sustain him through hell.

Sam snaps out his hand and the hellhounds go skittering back, letting out pained yowls.

Dean stares, not understanding. “What did you – wait. You can see them?”

Only he should be able to see them. He’s the one that made the deal.

Sam still won’t look at him, damnit, even as Dean fists his hand in the back of his shirt. Sam's voice is low and pained when he says, “I’m sorry.”

Fear clenches in his gut. But before he do anything, there are demons surrounding the devil’s trap, appearing one by one in Bobby’s junkyard. They’d needed to take down his protections so Lilith could get in, but they hadn’t expected this. Of course she brought a freaking audience.

“Which one of you is Lilith?” he barks out, dragging Sam behind him. He refuses to let the last thing he sees be his brother hurt, or worse.

Dozens of demons stand there, human vessels with pitch black eyes. The hellhounds whimper and slink around them, but don’t seem interested in getting any closer. Dean can’t blame them.

Sam pries his hand off of him, stepping away before Dean can grab onto him again. He leaves the safety of the devil’s trap, which is fucking stupid. Dean’s lunging forward to stop him, but then there’s Bobby’s arm holding him back, face pale with a horror Dean doesn’t understand. He hadn’t looked like that even at Cold Oak, when they’d seen the gates open to hell.

The demons bow.

He blinks, not understanding what he’s seeing.

Sam is standing there in front of them, no protections, and they’re all bowing to him.

Except one.

Ruby is there, stupid red leather jacket and blonde hair and the smirk he hates so much. She walks around the demons up to Sam, who’s face is cold and expressionless. “She’s coming.”

“I know,” he says. “If this doesn’t work, I’m going to kill you.”

“Promise?” she returns. “If this doesn’t work, death will be a mercy.”

Dean tries to push Bobby off of him, to get in between Sam and this bitch, but he doesn’t let go.

Then there’s a little girl in a white dress, head tilted to the side. “Something here belongs to me.”

Ruby flinches, stepping just slightly behind Sam.

“Not you,” she sneers. “You haven’t belonged to me in a long time, I fear. You really think that this boy can save you?”

“Sam,” Ruby says.

He sighs, like this is a trial, and raises his hand.

Lilith’s sneer drops from her face. Her upper body yanks forward, but her legs won't move. “You bastard,” she snarls, raising her hand in return, but nothing happens.

For the first time, fear flickers across her face.

Ruby steps forward, her own terror swallowed up by arrogance, by delight.

Dean tries to move, but finds he’s just as frozen as Lilith, even more so. He can’t twitch a single muscle. Going by Bobby’s unnatural stillness next to him, he assumes he’s in the same boat.

“Samuel is the heir of the light bringer,” Ruby says. “He has taken his birthright. You can’t touch him.”

What’s she talking about? What birthright?

What has Sam done?

“No,” Lilith snarls. “He’s nothing more than one of Azazel’s experiments.”

“A night, a full day, and then morning,” Ruby says. “That’s what he was. Then he rose on the third day.” She shoots a mocking look his way. “If it weren’t for his brother, he would have died nothing more than a failed experiment. But he has risen.”

No. What does that mean? What’s she saying? He had just wanted Sammy back.

Did he do this? Is this his fault?

“Ruby,” Sam says, a note of warning in his voice.

“Right, right,” she sighs. Then, back to gleeful, “Her eyes.”

Sam’s finger twitches and Lilith’s eyes bleed black tears.

She screams, the sound even worse because her vessel is a child.

Ruby lists thing after thing, pulling out her fingernails, peeling her skin. Her blood is black, none of it red, and the injuries shouldn’t really be hurting her but they clearly are. Dean watches helplessly as Sam tortures Lilith at Ruby’s command, enacting one terrible thing against her after another.

Lilith lies there, moaning, limbs broken, body in pieces.

“That’s enough,” Sam says.

“Enough?” Ruby hisses, turning to face him. “You know what she did to me! She – she–”

Sam’s stoic mask breaks, creasing in sympathy. Dean would prefer it wasn’t for a demon, for Ruby, but at least he now recognizes his brother. He raises his free hand to her head, his touch an oddly gentle counterpoint to everything he’s done to Lilith. “I know. But it’s enough.”

Tears glint in her eyes, just for a second, then she swallows and nods, stepping away from Sam’s hand.

He steps forward, crouching in front of Lilith. “You shouldn’t have come after my brother. Now we both have to live with the consequences.” His mouth twists. "So to speak."

Whatever she would have said in response is lost in her screams. Black smoke pours from her, then lights up, like a spark in steel wool, the fire moving through her reminding him almost of the Colt.

Lilith dies. Sam kills her, no Colt, no devil’s trap. Nothing but his own terrifying powers.

“Will you bow to me now?” he asks.

Ruby tears her eyes from Lilith’s corpse and her irritating fucking smirk slides back into place. “Now?” She steps closer, tilting her head back almost like she’s about to kiss him, then falls gracefully to her knees in front of him. It looks more like she’s about to give him a blowjob than a form of subservience, but he thinks that for a moment Sam almost seems amused. “I bowed to you first.”

“So you did,” he says softly. He raises his voice. “Move out. Casey. You know your job.”

“Yes, sire,” says one of the demons, voice almost familiar.

Then Sam’s walking away, Ruby just a step behind him. The other demons follow suit, the hellhounds not even glancing at Dean as they get caught up in the procession.

Sam still won’t look at him. He only sees the back of his brother’s head as he leaves him behind

The only demon left is Casey. He knows her, he recognizes her, the demon he’d been trapped with in that city full of sin, the one that Sam had shot and killed. He’d seen him kill her.

She gets to her feet, offering him a smile as she draws closer. “Hello, Dean. I bet you never thought you’d see me again.”

She steps right into the devil’s trap and presses a hand to him and Bobby each. As soon as she touches them, they’re able to move, darting away from her and leaving her stuck in the devil’s trap.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, wishing his voice wasn’t shaking, but he has more important things to worry about.

She turns to face them. “Samuel does not want you to die. He did what he had to do to ensure you wouldn’t.”

“The fuck you talking about?” Bobby asks gruffly.

“I told you back then I was ready to follow Sam,” she says, stepping out of the devil’s trap like it’s nothing, which she definitely shouldn’t be able to do. Bobby hadn't thought that this thing would be able to contain Lilith, but Casey’s nowhere near Lilith’s level. It should work on her just fine.

Bobby’s hand darts out, throwing holy water over her, but it doesn’t so much as steam.

She just looks amused. “That won’t work on me now. Neither will an exorcism, or any of the usual tricks. I have been purified.” She holds out her hand to Dean and it’s the Colt, the one that they’d lost when Bela sold it. “This is the only thing that will kill me now.”

“And you’re just handing it over?” Dean asks.

“I have my orders,” she says steadily. “Samuel wants you to have it.”

His entire body goes gold.

“What do you mean purified?” Bobby asks, shooting Dean a concerned look. “You’re a demon. Purifying you should kill you.”

“And was Lucifer a demon?” she asks. “I have taken the sacrament.”

Dean doesn’t know what that means, but Bobby’s expression shifts from disgust to shock to a horror filled curiosity. “You drank Sam’s blood?”

She did what?

“I have taken the sacrament,” she repeats, lifting her chin. “Samuel purified me.”

How the hell would Sam’s blood do that? Why had she drank it in the first place? She’s a demon, not a damn vampire. Dean pushes those questions aside and instead asks, “How are you even alive?”

“Samuel resurrected me,” she says. First he can kill demons, and now he can bring them back? “He knows we had a rapport and he thought it would be easier if it was me.”

“What would be easier?” he asks. His head is spinning and his heart hurts and he doesn’t understand anything that just happened. At least being dragged to hell would have been simpler.

She presses the Colt into his hands. “Samuel doesn’t want you to die. He knows this will be difficult for you, that you’ll make poor choices. I have my orders. I am to stay with you and keep you alive. We’re going to get to know each other very well, Dean.”

“Like hell,” he says gruffly, hand tightening as he takes the Colt and raises it to her head. “What’s to stop me from killing you?”

“The same thing that will stop you from killing Samuel,” she says and he flinches. “Nothing.”

He stares at her. He can’t bring himself to speak.

“You’ll have to hunt him down the old fashioned way,” she says casually. “But if you can find him, you can kill him. We’re all under orders not to touch you. Samuel won’t stop you if you want kill him. The same way I won’t stop you if you want to kill me.”

“Why?” he asks.

She shrugs. “It’s always been up to you, Dean. He trusts you. If you decide that he must die, then he’s willing to die.”

Dean sold his soul for him. He’s not going to fucking kill him.

But the Sam he sold his soul for wasn’t capable of doing that to Lilith. He wouldn’t have even wanted to be.

“What about your demon lover?” Dean asks, thinking of the priest that Casey had embraced and kissed, the demon she’d begged to spare Dean’s life before Sam had killed them both. “Sam bring him back too?”

Grief chases across her face before she smooths it away. “He will. If I am good, and obedient, and loyal, then Samuel will bring him back for me.”

Dean’s stomach rolls to hear Sam described like that, like some sort of tyrant or king. Like Dad. “You really believe that?”

Casey meets his gaze steadily as she echoes the words she’d said to him in that basement as she spoke of Lucifer, except now she’s talking about his brother. “I have faith.”

[smokbeast]

FOUNd another older concept of an idea i wanted for lewis, but its still up in the air...

feral and silly Lewis things, also other ocs!

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Castiel pining after a hunter—his creator betrayed him, so he found a new one.

"Hello mortal, it's me, Castiel."

Yandere Castiel met you after he betrayed heaven for the Winchesters. Cut off from his angelic powers, it was merely a matter of time before his grace dwindled away to humanness. He would be lying to himself if he said he did not fear. More than fear, there was this other fickle notion. This emotion gnawed inside his vessel's muscular organ situated in the mediastinum.

He truly thought God cared for his creations, but he had been brought back by this all-knowing entity, and for what?

He has no purpose except for aiding the Winchesters, which has only 'bitten him in the ass', as Dean says.

He's vulnerable... and that's when he stumbled upon you.

Yandere Castiel appeared out of thin air; well, that's how it appeared to you, seeing as how you are a mortal and are unable to see into other spiritual planes. He took down the monstrosities you had been hunting with relative ease. It left his angelic form wheezing as more of his grace was depleted. He should have simply left you, but something in him compelled him not to.

He introduced himself and naturally you were taken aback. He didn't elaborate any further when bombarded with questions. He offered to heal you.

Yandere Castiel followed you everywhere after that, like a lost hellhound looking for its owner. There was always an angel on your shoulder, more accurately, peering over your shoulder.

He even neglects prayers from the Winchesters and their allies to spend time with you. They did not appreciate him as much as you did. After all, he was only blasphemed and devalued around them. You thanked him, allowed him into your sleeping quarters, and shared private information with him that very few knew.

He already knew these things due to his, well, just being ethereal, but something in him said that he should keep that to himself.

When he could spare the grace, he would stay in his angel form so he could watch you uninterrupted. Apparently humans did not appreciate being looked upon so closely, despite the fact celestial beings are always looking upon humanity. It's another one of those human quirks he does not understand.

You were and still are a fascinating creature. He can't help but get attached.

Yandere Castiel is unsatisfied by the work your guardian angel has been doing. He is hardly able to call it protection, seeing as how Castiel always has to be the one to step in and take care of you. So he tears the wings off of that pitiful excuse and takes the grace from them.

He's keeping the both of you safe. It was only a matter of time before the angel reported his whereabouts to heaven and sent someone far more powerful to eliminate him. Then who would keep you safe? It certainly wouldn't have been the 'angel' heaven assigned to you.

When he appears to you with a stronger grace presence and blood coating him, you are naturally cautious. When you question him, he simply rebuffs and states that he was 'taking care of things'. He doesn't want you to worry, so he presses his lips to yours and makes you forget this little interaction.

It's addicting.

Is this what that abomination Sam Winchester felt when intaking demonic substance?

He still doesn't condone the vessel's actions, but he has a better understanding now.

Yandere Castiel abuses his divinity. Even with limited grace, he obtains it in other ways now. The more human part of him knows this is wrong, but the angel part of him says that this is righteous. It is, isn't it? He's serving humanity through one human. His human.

He isn't shy about those fleeting touches of his. He is often tempted to let you harm yourself in incrimental ways so he is able to step in and 'kiss your boo-boos'. It is another human phrase he has grown fond of, even despite its juvenile connotations. It isn't required that he has direct contact to heal your wounds, but you do not need to be made aware of that.

Unfortunately, he cannot prevent certain incidents from occurring. So he wipes your memory. All those negative emotions you felt towards him cease to exist. He is your sinless guardian, your angel, your soul mate.

He allows you to get high on his grace. All of your problems fade away, and there is only him.

In those moments, you see him how he sees you, as the only being in creation worth attention. 

Yandere Castiel thought it could not get any worse than ridding you of stray entities. Wherever God is, they must be either punishing him for his disobedience or testing his loyalty to his human. A cherub of all lower ethereal entities is trying to mark you with an enochian love sigil. Heaven is trying to force you to have an 'other half'.

His patience runs thinner than God's love.

He tried to use his words, but the cherub was just so persistent. He snapped all of the arrows first, then he grabbed his angel blade and plunged it into the love being's skull. That was after he tortured the information about this false soul mate those fuckers on high wanted to force upon you.

Your bloodline needed to be preserved because your line was fated to do something greater. He knows better than to trust the words of those in heaven. If your bloodline needs to continue, Castiel can always help you copulate.

So your 'soul mate' ends up dead. He binds your heart to his vessel's without your knowledge.

This is how it was always supposed to be.

Yandere Castiel has you with him now. You are undeniably attracted to him, which makes it so easy to persuade you. He is able to create distance between you and the hunter life. It's almost perfect, except for his apparent duty to the Winchesters.

He is confronted after neglecting them for nearly a year. He brushes it off like he has before, but they persist. He cannot allow you to be near them! They are the center of the world's supernatural troubles. His hand is eventually forced.

So he's fiercely protective, always a wing around you. Neither better get the faintest idea of wanting you. You're his.

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

𖤓 Can we keep them? 𖤓

Characters: Charlie, Lucifer, Alastor, Angel & Husker.

Warnings: None.

Summary: Reader suddenly appears with a baby Hellhound on their arms and asks to keep them, what would their reactions be?

𖤓Charlie

• She's extremely surprised when you appear with a baby Hellhound on your arms, even more when you asks if you could keep them.

• She would probably say yes without thinking, with her eyes shining of how cute the little dog looks, before she quickly shakes her head and tries to stand her ground better.

• She would probably lecture you of how much of a responsability it is to adopt a Hellhound, especially when they're still little and can't do much by themselfs, she would probably also info dump to you about them.

• She makes you promisse that if you're going to keep them you'll take good care of them, she actually helps a lot since she grew up taking care of Razzle and Dazzle. She acts like the cool aunt of your new baby.

• She's probably the best influence you could get for your child, she's just the sweetest and will help you teach the baby what's right and wrong, will read them bedtime stories, will teach them to sing and to dance. She's simply the best person you could ask for.

𖤓Lucifer

• He's a little confused at first, he never put much thought onto the creatures of Hell, but the moment you show him the cute puppy's face, he's melting and allowing you to keep it.

• He would try to help to take care of them but wouldn't be very good at it, he never did a proper research on the beings of Hell, he disliked sinners already, he saw no reason to even pay attention to the other beings his past actions had created.

• But after you adopt the little hound, he will personaly go talk to Beelzebub and ask her what he should do. He asks her tips, about the best snacks to give them, how many baths should a pup get by a day, he's going full dad mode.

• He doesn't take care of a child since Charlie was little and everytime your new baby runs to his arms when he walks in the room to say hi he's in the verge of tears, he'll hold your child on his arms and act like he's the actual father.

• Don't even think twice if you need anything for your pup, he's going to give it. They got sick and need a doctor? He's calling someone from the Ring of Sloth just for them. Need diapers or clothes? Boom, they're already at your door. Want to take your child somewhere fun? He'll give you two free access to his theme park Lu Lu Land all rights reserved.

• Man is just happy to be able to experience being a father all over again.

𖤓Alastor

• The moment you show him the Hellhound you can hear static piercing your ears and the air getting colder, a green energy coming out of him as his antlers grow bigger and his eyes turn dark with only red dots to be found in them.

• You get that it's a no pretty quickly and hides the puppy away before he can do anything about it.

• But you're not known for giving up easily and keeps the Hellhound even so, making sure they never get too close to Alastor, and by to close I mean in the same room, breathing the same air.

• You'll have to try your best to make Alastor slightly fond of the puppy. First trying to give up some signs that you wanted to adopt a baby, then start talking about all the perks a Hellhound has and then later slowly introduce both of them in the same spaces.

• Is like showing your old pet your newer pet and praying they get along, but the old pet in question is a powerful Overlord that can easily kill both of you and broadcast your screams to all of Hell and the new pet is a creature that is in the bottom of Hell's hierarchy.

• After weeks of trying he would just let you be to be honest, he says you can keep it if you stopped annoying him about and forcing him to interact with them. But sometimes you would find yourself trying to calm him down because the Hellhound decided to walk too close to him or even chewed a part of his coat off.

𖤓Angel

• He probably wouldn't mind and say that you could stay with them, it's not his business, it's yours, you do what you want.

• Would eventualy grow attached to the hound, probably not as much as some others, but he does enjoy their company.

• He likes being the bad influence and would 100% teach your child swear words. He wouldn't be as inappropriate around them tho, he knows his limits and was scolded by you enough times about his actions around such a young figure.

• I think if the hound ended up getting friends with Fat Nuggets he would care more, he treats his little pet pig as his own child and would find it rather adorable if they got along togheter, you know for sure he's snapping photos.

• Likes to play dress up with you and your child, he would already lend you some clothes and help you take care of your skin or paint your nails, etc. He would do the same with your Hellhound, dressing them up to look all fancy, brushing their fur and giving them little accesories. Y'all probably have matching shirts he buyed for fun.

• “Where did you found them again toots?”; “Doesn't matter, check out this new trick they learned.”

𖤓Husker

• Would probably say something like “I'm not your dad, do whatever the fuck you want” and keep going with his day.

• He would try to ignore the Hellhound as much as he can, he doesn't like children very much and his cat instincts can get the best of him sometimes, making him hiss at the sight of the dog.

• But he'll definitely call you out if you end up doing something wrong while taking care of them, he says he doesn't care while teaching you the proper way to hold and to feed them. If you ask how he has so much experience he'll flip you off.

• After some time with the Hellhound around, he'll start to accept babysitting them if you ever need to go out to work or to do a importat thing, don't blame him if the pup ends up learning a bad word tho, you are the one leaving them with a drunk bartender in his bar.

• The Hellhound and him would start to go really well together and you would find them sleeping in the couch of the hotel's lobby when you return late to the hotel thanks to work, your now adopted child sleeping on top of the man's chest, snoring and with Husker's wing around them both.

• You took a photo just to always remember the sweet moments and maybe use against Husker if you needed a favor from him, it always works and you get cute photos so it's always a win-win for you.

[helluva-squid]

I know there's so much to unpack about the character development of Stolas and Blitz, but I just want to talk about Loona for a sec.

She seems so much happier! And they didn't show that by drastically changing her personality - she's still blunt and brash and a little lacking in tact. But when she joined the gang on their mission, she not only immediately clocked when Blitz was upset, but offered actual comfort. She called him dad, put an arm around him, and even gently volunteered to get the job done for him.

During the fight at the palace, she got stuck right in to help save Stolas - but most of all, it wasn't until Andrealphus was directly threatening Blitz that she brought out her full hellhound form. She almost lost her dad once to that prick, and she sure as hell wasn't gonna let it happen again.

And she has friends! Other hellhound friends! Friends that she invites to holiday parties at her house. Friends that she isn't embarrassed to introduce to her dad, and who in fact seem to like Blitz. Most of all, Loona wanted Blitz to come hang with her and her friends during the party.

Though we don't know the exact details, we do know that Loona had a rough life before Blitz - clearly abandoned by whatever biological family she had, trapped in the hellhound equivalent of an orphanage/residential home, and facing the imminent threat of being thrown out on the streets. During the trial, she almost lost her second family, the one she's been able to scrape together over the years, and I think it made her confront how much she's been holding the world at arm's length this whole time.

I'm just so happy she finally feels safe enough to bring down that prickly shield and let people into her heart. And I really hope we get to see that develop more through season 3, with not just Blitz but Stolas too (can you imagine them bonding over making bitchy comments about the clients that come in to the office I need it directly in my veins)

[cranberryjuice-posts]

HELLO?? I LOVE YOUR CLARISSE FANFICS I EAT THEM UP EVERY SINGLE TIME!!! ok ok so i was wonderingggg if you could do dior goodjohn x (actor/singer) reader! their in this interview together just the two of them for percy jackson, the interview makes reader uncomfortable and then clarisse is just like protecting reader! then when they get home they get blasted with edits of them but if you don’t do fanfics of the actors that’s totally ok because i have one for clarisse! clarisse la rue x (athena) reader! the reader and clarisse where friends before clarisse got sent to camp haft blood and so like about 3 years later reader gets sent there too, reader doesn’t recognize clarisse before clarisse says this one things that makes reader remember (you can decide on what she says! would be amazing if their could be like a makeout sesh😋😋) TY IF YIU SEE THIS AND YK MAKE THE FSNFICS AHH LOVE YOUR WRITING

You know where to find me — and I know where to look

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! daughter of Athena! Reader

One of your earliest memories was when you were 13. Running around with clarisse in your private catholic boarding school, skipping class and watching as she would constantly get into fights.

You both looked after eachother, clarisses mom was enlisted in the army thus she lived with her grandma who wasn’t the nicest and you.. well your dad seemed to only care about you when he needed something solved.

Forcing clarisse to sit on the schools bathroom sink counter you started to clean a cut on the girls cheek. Not wanting to even think about how you’ll get the blood off her light blue uniform top. “It’s not even my fault!” The young girl yelled. “If Jeremiah thinks ‘slap ass Friday’ is so funny then maybe he should get his ass beat every now and then”

You just nodded following along with what the girl spoke. Moving a frizzy curl out of the girls way you noticed how she scoffed. “I should just cut this off” she grabbed the loose curls shoving them into her messy ponytail. “Don’t do that” you sighed pulling her hands away from her hair. “You Just Need some help to keep your curls nice that’s all”

Clarisses cheeks flushed, she shoved your hands away as she looked to the side. “Whatever”

“Hey!” A teacher aggressively busted into the bathroom. “Skipping class really?! Both of You principal office now!”

Clarisse grabbed your hand pushing past the teacher and down the private schools halls. You laughed as you followed the girl around the school, running down the stairs and past the nuns.

Shoving into a janitors closet and shutting it before the teacher could catch up. You panted while clarisse who Just practically ran a marathon was fine. Turning on the light you plopped down onto a pair of stacked chairs. “How are You able to do that!?”

“Do what?”

“Run like That and not even be tired” you questioned. Clarisse just shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t really know I just am I a guess” she sighed sitting on a shelf.

Finally catching your breath you looked over “Hey clarisse?”

The girl set the tool she had been messing with down. “Yeah?”

“Will we always be best friends?” You quietly asked. Paying attention as clarisse had an annoyed look on her face she soon nodded. “Yeah.. cause you’ll always know where to find me”

You rolled your eyes “well I always know where to look” chuckling you reached out with your pinkie. Clarisse followed suit latching here onto yours. You knew what was between you and clarisse was far away from platonic but what did you know you were just some 13 year old kid.

The next morning clarisse was gone. Not a word not a letter nothing.. she had just left

You promised yourself you would never forget her. At first it started with not remembering how she spoke, then you forgot her face, and soon enough even her name you had completely forgotten.

———

Three years later.

After being chased by a hellhound and a few other angry monsters you found yourself at camp halfblood.

The weeks sorta merged together. However once you were claimed by Athena everything seemed to change, new found siblings. People wanting to be your friends and now finally not feeling like you were alone.

Through out your weeks at camp you had heard about a girl named clarisse. The name sounded familiar but you couldn’t place it exactly. The fact the mysterious girl avoided you to didn’t help either.

—

Annabeth Open the door agressivly throwing her dagger onto the bed. “What’s wrong?” You asked looking up from your book. “Nothing nothing.. I just got paired to lead a training class with clarisse”

“And what’s the problem?”

“She’s terrible What do you mean ‘what’s the problem’” your sister scoffed crossing her arms.

“I just meant that clarisse hasn’t done anything to me personally.. I don’t think I’ve even met her before” shaking your head you returned to your book.

Annabeth stayed quiet for a moment before grabbing the boom out of your hand. “Fine then, if you’ve never met her before then you should go lead the class with her.. besides it’ll be good for you”

Begrudgingly you accepted. Leaving your cabin you headed towards the arena, dagger strapped at your thigh.

—

The arena was loud and well… sweaty. Joining the kids who were sparring you made your way to a girl who stood crossed arm wearing Greek armor. “Uh hi? Your clarisse right” You stepped up to her. “I’m annabeths sister she wasn’t feeling well so I’m here to help you uh lead the class”

“You have any experience in battle” she rudely spoke not looking at you. “No b—“

“Then get lost I don’t need any dead weight” she scoffed before turning her attention back to the other campers who were sparring. “Hey! Did I not just say to stop stepping out!!”

You looked at the girl with a irritated face. “I’m not dead weight I can help”

Clarisse grabbed her spear before she harshly turned towards you. Just as she was going to say something she stopped. Looking at you for a second clarisse seemed to calm down. “Y/n?” She quietly asked.

Stepping back some you looked around confused. “Uh yeah.. that’s my name” you nodded awkwardly.

She took her helmet off tossing it aside looking at you excitedly. “It’s me? Remember? no fucking way your a demigod to! I should of guessed you were always the top of our class— gods how have you been”

At this point you were weirded out. “I’m sorry but I don’t know you..” She furrowed her eyebrows slightly fustrated. “What do You mean you don’t know me? We were best friends”

You just shrugged your shoulders apologetically. Clarisse nodded taking a moment to think before grabbing your hand, forcing it into a fist with your pinky sticking out. She linked her pinky with yours and gave you a slightly annoyed look. “You know where to find me”

It took you a few seconds to register what she said. After an uncomfortable amount of silence clarisse sighed, before she could pull away however you tightly linked your pinky with hers “and I know where to look” You smiled “oh my god clarisse!” you laughed hugging the girl tightly.

Some of The campers around stopped what they were doing, shocked at the fact clarisse was being hugged by a pretty girl. Quickly returning to what they were doing after receiving a hateful glare from clarisse.

The strong girl hugged you back tightly, allowing you to pull back you continued to grin. “Look at You! Wow you’ve gotten so pretty, and strong to gods” laughing you reached out to touch the girls face before noticing her hair. “And your hair— see what did I say all you needed to do was learn to take care of it properly”

A familiar rush flooded your body. How clarisses hands were now squeezing your hips with her body close to yours- so close you could smell her pine cologne. Your cheeks turned red once you realized you were playing with the girls hair

Clearing your throat you pulled back completely taking a few steps away from her. “Sorry I just uh.. I got to excited”

Clarisse shook her head “don’t worry about it.. anyways uh if you still wanna help with all this just grab a sword from over there ok”

You smiled in response. It had been years since you felt like that, Clarisse for some reason always made you get flustered… but that didn’t mean anything.

———

Over the next week you found yourself spending every free second with clarisse.

It was like a breath of fresh air. You both had changed a-lot from being 13 to 16 but the same spark was still between you both. You found it amusing how she could go from an Absolute bully to a sweet heart towards you.

What didn’t help was how attractive the girl was. Her muscular arms and face that was meant to wear greek Armor made you go weak in the knees. Being gay was something you came to terms with years ago but finding yourself falling in love with your best-friend was just cringe. Out of all the girls at camp you choose clarisse.. really

——

The best part of camp in your opinion was the bondfire. Being able to sit around a cozy setting with friends and family warmed your heart in more ways than one.

After some time you were approached by a girl named Willow who you later found out was a daughter of Hermes.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like her. She was tall, strong and had a charming face, And she clearly seemed to like you to. “Don’t lie to me pretty girl you’ve seriously never had your first kiss”

Shaking your head you let out a soft laugh. “No never, actually I’ve never had a girlfriend before” Willow scoffed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear she leaned forward some. “Well.. I can offer an easy solution to both those problems— that is if you would like it” she tilted her head some.

Before you could answer however clarisse shoved Willow back from where she was making her almost fall out of her seat. “Clarisse what the fuck!”

“She’s not interested Willow, instead of preying on girls who don’t want you why don’t you go fuck around with one of your ex”

Campers looking over, embarrassed enough as it was you Grabbed clarisses arm pulling her away. Quickly finding the Athena cabin you threw the girl inside. “What was That” you almost yelled.

“What was What” she continued to play innocent, now messing around with you stuff— grabbing s mechanical pencil to mess with. “Stop Just stop! Clarisse a girl was finally showing Interest in me—-“

“Yeah a fuck girl who only wants to finger you then break your heart but god forbid I look out for you right!”

“I don’t care about that! It’s still the matter of fact someone liked me and you just—“

“Did you ever stop to think there might me other girls out there better than Willow who like you!”

At this point you were beyond frustrated. “Gods can You stop interrupting me!” You watched as clarisse awkwardly shifted her stance, now feeling bad you sighed walking over to the girl hugging her. “I know I’m new to this whole demigod life and you have no idea how thankful I am for having you here”

Clarisse squeezed you slightly. After a few moments you laughed. “What did you mean by ‘other girls here like me’ I’ve only been here for what like a month?” Clarisse didn’t respond however her actions told you otherwise. The shifting in her feet, the way her eyes avoided yours, how she held you— fuck clarisse liked you.

Once you realized it the daughter of ares knew you already figured it out. She cursed under her breath for a moment but was soon caught up in the fact you had grabbed her face and kissed her. The kiss only lasted for a second even though it wasn’t that great of a kiss it got the point across. “I like you I like you a lot actually uh clarisse your super cool and sweet and I ju—“ you started to anxiously ramble until she cut you off with yet another kiss this time it being more directed and sweet.

Pulling away you smiled, keeping your lips close to the girls “you know what I love about you.. how you always let me finish my sentences” the opposing girl just rolled her eyes making you laugh once again

———

Once you returned to the campfire you were confused as to why people were making teasing remarks at you and clarisse.. until annabeth pointed out your now messed up hair, flushed cheeks, wrinkled shirt and lastly the growing hickey on your neck.

———

Y/n - you are a sociopath these look like you tried to strangle me

Clarisse - Yeah Well you weren’t complaining when I was leaving them there

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[samsno1]

Honesty

Sam Winchester x Reader

lmao, i'm sorry. this is kind of an au where instead of sam getting the trials...you do! haha......might make a second part to this but i'll see how it'll do. also, in this there isn't the stupid "sam doesn't look for dean in purgatory" because the writers were fucked up when they wrote that, respectfully (or not)

Summary: You finally have a chance to close the Gates of Hell, forever, but everything comes with a cost, the question is, are you willing to pay for it?

Warnings: ANGST, love confessions, sad sammy, kisses, reader sees bobby as a father figure, reader is shorter than Sam, NOT PROOF-READ, english is not my first language

WC: 3.7k

You can learn how to change Y/N for your actual name here

enjoy!

As you lie there, soaked in hellhound's blood, panting after a fight against the creature, the glasses you wore to be able to see it dirty and obstructing your view, Sam and Dean stare at you, frozen and horrified.

You knew they would try and talk you out of doing the trials, especially after Dean's words to both you and Sam before he went on to almost get killed by the hellhound. Of course you two had followed him, even if Dean explicitly said not to, and you ended up under the dog, his disgusting breath fanning on your face as he barked above you, trying to rip your neck off. You knifed it and it quite literally exploded over you, bathing you in his gooey substance.

Now, all of you were in a room, Dean pacing back and forth while Sam just stood with his head down. You had your arms crossed, your eyes accompanied Dean's movements. He was restless, probably angry and desperately trying to find a way to counter this.

“We can find another hellhound,” He argues “I kill it then it's all solved”

“Dean, Crowley will be even more on our asses over this, he will not let his dogs out of the leash” You say, calmly, trying to counter Dean's protectiveness in the lightest way possible. “I can do them”

After you said that Dean stopped pacing around and both him and Sam looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed, almost as if you had just admitted to an unforgivable crime. The crime in the case was wanting to protect the brothers from these crazy trials. You knew how death followed them around like a plague and you couldn't handle losing them.

“No, Y/N, you're not doing these trials” Sam speaks up, a tinge of anger in his tone. Anger, worry. He looked at you, his hair casting a shadow over his face because of the poor lightning in the environment. “You could die”

“Well, too bad Sam” You said and the boys shared that look, a silent conversation between both of them, something that pissed you off in these moments because you had the right to know what they were plotting. “Look, I know you two feel like you have some responsibility over me, this…instinct to protect me ever since Bobby…” You trailed off, the memory of the man you considered to be your father still too heavy on you. Sam frowned and Dean changed his position, on edge. You cleared your throat, the sudden lump bothering you. “But I can protect myself, I can fight my own battles and, honestly? If we do close the gates of hell for good, which battles will be there to fight?” You say with a faint smile.

You look between both of them. They seemed deep in thought. Too deep and that worried you. You slowly walked towards Sam and when he took notice he stiffened up, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly, his eyes taking in your rather dirty appearance. But still beautiful, he mentally stated.

Sam always thought you were the most incredible woman he ever met, invincible even, nothing could ever put you down and you could make everything work your way with your amazing mind and skills. And, obviously, your killer looks always managed to stun him every time, everywhere.

He was used to seeing you in any type of clothing, from suits and dresses to sweats and shirts with corny sayings written in the front, which you argued were comfortable. And you always looked absolutely gorgeous wearing anything. Sam used to think he just admired you, the looks from afar were just friendly appreciation, his yearn to be around you was just a protective instinct, the goosebumps on his skin when you’d touch him were just a natural reaction…

Until it wasn’t just. It was. And that was horrifying.

And it got worse when both you and him spent the last year alone looking for Dean and Cas. Spending so much time beside you made Sam realize what he truly felt towards you and he was scared. Scared to say anything and scared to lose you. So, when you killed that hellhound, his heart fell to his stomach because he knew you would want to do the trials. 

And when you stretched your hand to him, looking directly in his eyes, that determined gaze of yours slicing through his soul, he knew you would do anything to go along with this.

“Sam, give me the spell” You said firmly, not a request, a demand. He swallowed again, still speechless, still frozen, his fist tightening around the small paper which contained the words in enochian you were supposed to recite for the trials to start. You emphasize your demand by widening your eyes angrily and doing ‘come here’ motions with your stretched hand. “Sam”

“Y/N-”

“Dean.” You interrupt, anger seeping into your tone, making Dean shut his mouth into a thin line and a huff of air come out of his nose, just like a child would do when it was refused candy before dinner. He thought he’d seen you like this before, determined, practically unstoppable but boy was he wrong. You were more than insistent and that rang an alarm in Dean’s head. You knew that the one responsible for the trials could die and you were willingly going with it.

“Dean, can you give us a moment” Sam speaks up again and you quirk an eyebrow at him, looking between him and his brother. Sam looks at Dean, his pleading eyes and subtle nod giving enough information for Dean to get the message across. If there is one thing that can make you understand is honesty.

Dean slowly walks out of the room, giving you one last look that said clearly that you needed to listen with an open heart and mind to anything Sam would say. When he closed the door behind him, Sam’s eyes were already on you, trained on your features and you shifted your weight on your feet, his stare intimidating.

“So?” You said, trying to keep your ground. Sam sighed and lowered his head, considering all his options in the situation, he could tell you everything and be either rejected or accepted, he could lie to you, give you the wrong spell and work his way out like he always did and still keep you safe. Honesty. The word echoed in his mind like a chant.

He pushed himself off the table he was leaning on, crossing with you and going towards the bed to sit down. Your whole body accompanied his movements, his long strides making the distance between the table and the bed shorter than it actually was.

Once sat he looked at you and then at the spot beside him on the bed, silently asking you to sit with him and you caved, obliging to him. Your feet were light on the floor, quiet, accustomed to being silent while being a hunter, as you walked to the bed. The hardness of the cushion was not too much of a bother but still kept you grounded. Don’t let your guard down.

After making yourself as comfortable as possible, sitting criss-crossed, you turned towards Sam who was with both his feet on the floor, staring at his hands drying his sweat on his jeans. You waited for him to travel inside his own mind, finding the words, the phrases, the honesty. 

Honesty. Honesty. Honesty.

You swam in your own thoughts, especially those in which Sam was included. And those were the few thousands of reasons you wanted to be the one doing the trials, not him, not Dean. In your time alone, Sam had opened up to you about his want to live a normal life, away from apocalypses, monsters, gods…White picket fence, the whole nine. Dean had wanted that too, hell maybe he wouldn’t let go completely of the hunting but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with demons on his ass, never ever again. You didn’t see yourself getting out.

You grew up in this, much like the boys, but to you was different. You liked it. The adrenaline was like a drug pumping through your veins everytime you killed an abomination and, honestly, family wasn’t your strongest trait. All those whom you considered family were cremated – just because…we don’t usually bury hunters, so you can’t say they are six-feet under. Your love life was most definitely inexistent, you didn’t have time for falling in love with anyone.

Until. You did.

Until you fell. And hard. Face first in a bag of nails because you knew it would be trouble falling in love with Sam Winchester. You were both unlucky when it came to that feeling, always losing, always sacrificing, always in a battle. But how could you not? He was a gentleman in full, kind, sweet, caring and at the same time deadly – no pun intended. He would protect those he cared for with his life, his sense of protection his greatest quality. He was so selfless sometimes it made you mad. You had told him once ‘Be selfish, just this one time!’ and even so he couldn’t. It wasn’t his nature.

Sam wanted out of this and you wouldn’t let him abandon that dream because of you. You weren’t worth his life, you told him once after following a lead on how to open the doors to Purgatory and pull Cas and Dean out that almost got both of you killed. You were crying as you drove him to the hospital, the blood on your hands staining the steering wheel.

He was pale, his hand weekly pressing over the wound on his stomach, his breathing shallow. When you told him that, he trained his tired eyes on your face and in a rough and tired voice told you to shut up. Shut it, jerk. And fainted.

At the hospital you stayed hours by his bed every day. The doctors had told you he would be okay, that thankfully no vital organs were damaged and when he woke up you hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck desperately trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. His hands soothed you, rubbing your back up and down. You won’t get rid of me that easily, he had said and you laughed.

Ever since then you swore to yourself that you would guarantee that Sam wouldn’t put himself in danger for you anymore and you were not breaking that promise.

“Do you remember the night we met?” Sam spoke and you turned your eyes to his face, his hair shining against the yellow light and worry lines between his eyebrows.

“John had left you at Bobby’s and when I came back from school you scared the shit out of me. I had my gun in hand and everything until Bobby popped up, desperately trying to explain” You said, smiling at the memory. You were all so young back then, Sam was still shorter than you – which didn’t last long – and you had lost your parents a few months back.

“Ever since that night I knew you would be…something in the long run” You gave him a puzzled look and he laughed lightly at your face, his dimples appearing on his cheeks. “I knew you would turn out to be strong, brave and I knew you would end up being one of the most important people to me”

You smiled stupidly at that, your face heating up. You didn’t know what to say to him, your eyes drifting to your fingers over your lap because you couldn't keep his strong gaze. Sam sighed and considered his options, he could either hide his feelings for longer or be honest. Honesty, honesty. The word echoed through his mind like a mantra.

Sam reached his hand to wrap over one of yours, making your eyes shift from your hands to his face again. Physical touch wasn't uncommon between the both of you. Sleeping in the same bed when motels were full, sleeping on each other's shoulders, – more you than Sam given the height difference – hugs, cheek kisses, cuddling while watching movies. But something about this hand hold felt more intimate, like a wave of emotions were being poured over you like cold water. Sam squeezed your hand.

“I can't lose you” Sam said, his voice low because he knew that if he spoke any louder he could break.

“Sam–”

“Y/N. Please.” He begs, even if he doesn't know what he's begging for. Please, let me talk. Please, don't do the trials. Please, love me like I love you. “I can't lose you”

He repeats and you feel like you just got punched in the guts or like a knife went through your chest. He sounded so raw. Those four words meaning more than any poetry you've ever laid eyes upon. You squeeze his hand to ground yourself.

“Can't or won't?” You ask, voice weak.

“Both” He answers. “Both because I won't let you do this and can't because if I lose you I won't know how to keep going.”

You shake your head no, closing your eyes for a brief moment, your memories together flooding in again. His smile tattooed in your brain, his laugh playing over and over like a broken vinyl. You needed to do this.

“If I do this then that means you can finally have a life, a wife, kids…I can't let you lose this.” You say, tears welling up in your eyes. “And I need to do this for you, for Dean, for Charlie…Losing me is just a consequence for the greater good”

Now it's Sam who shakes his head, low breathy no's coming out of his mouth. He looks up at you, eyes watery and those stupid puppy dog eyes staring right into your soul, crushing your heart to pieces.

“You don't get it” He says “When I look into the future I can't imagine–” He takes a breath, considering whether to tell you or not. Fuck it. “I can't imagine it without you. The house, the kids running around, the dog…they're ours.” He stops for a moment, waiting to see if you caught what he meant but you just looked at him, wide beautiful eyes full of confusion.

“Sam what are you–”

“And you're the wife. My wife.” He says and he can see the realization come into your face, slowly. The way your jaw drops slightly, your shoulders tense and your hand squeezes his even harder. Sam swallows but now he can't back away. “So I can't let you do this because if you do it and die I won't be able to keep going because I love you, Y/N. I love you and even if you don't reciprocate I won't stop loving you. You're the first thing I think when I wake up and the last thing I think about once I fall asleep.” He keeps going, almost out of breath once he finishes, avoiding your eyes, avoiding rejection. “So, please, don't”

Don't do this, don't reject me, don't run.

“Sam, look at me” You say, one hand slowly grasping his cheek, your thumb drying a tear that he didn't know had fallen. Once he looked at you he saw you smiling. Smiling with teary eyes. “I love you, too”

You practically whispered and a feeling rushed into Sam's body. Like someone had shot him up with adrenaline and suddenly he was aware of everything around him, your warm hand on his cheek, your hand under his, the white noise of the animals outside. And his own heartbeat.

He closed the distance between the both of you, his lips finally touching yours in desperation. Pure and raw desperation. His hand went up your arm to your neck, gently pulling you more into him and yours slipped to tangle into his hair, running the soft locks through your fingers.

The kiss felt electric and it burned. Burned you from the inside out with the wave of a thousand emotions. Your head went back to those moments with Sam. Your mind was just completely him.

And it was the same for the Winchester.

He already had thoughts consisting mostly of you but now he felt in heaven, like in finally connected with whom he mostly desired, both physically and emotionally. His other hand slipped around your waist to pull yourself over him as he laid down on the bed.

You followed and slightly smiled into the kiss. Until you grounded yourself. Sam wouldn't let you do the trials, not now that you had confessed, not now that he knew you loved him too. So you had to take matters into your own hands.

As Sam laid you over him, you straddled his hips, the kiss continuing into an unexplained hunger and lust for each other. You sensually dragged your hand down his chest, earning a soft gasp out of him, both his hands tangling in your hair, messing up your curls.

Your hand that slid down his body discreetly went into his pocket, feeling for the paper with the spell written on it. You mentally apologized over and over to Sam, your mouth opening to let his tongue in to explore it, butterflies flying around in your stomach. He was gentle, caring but yet hungry and you could feel it.

I'm sorry. 

You pulled away breathless, the paper clutched in your hand and Sam looked at you through hooded eyes, his chest heaving with his heavy breaths and a confused frown on his face.

“I'm sorry Sammy” You said as you got off the bed and started to quickly pronounce the words in enochian, your hands trembling around the paper. Sam widened his eyes once he realized what you'd done, patting his pocket in reflex, knowing you had taken it out of there, and stubbled off the bed.

“Y/N, no, please!” He yelled but it was too late. Once you said the last word an almost unbearable pain cursed through your whole body, knocking you to your knees, a loud groan of pain leaving your throat.

Sam kneeled beside you with a hand on your back, mumbling curses and apologies to you but you couldn't hear him, the pain so strong it made your ears ring. You felt a burn, like you had injected lava into your veins, opening your eyes to see your arms shining. Everything was spinning and the only thing guaranteeing you that you were still alive was Sam's warm touch over your back.

After seconds of excruciating pain you felt it going down and saw your arms returning to their normal tone. You collapsed into Sam's arms and he made sure to hold you tightly, still mumbling apologies with his eyes glossy with tears.

“Why did you do this?” He repeated, over and over. He didn't know if he wanted to kill you or hug you so he decided for the latter. He hugged your frame, pressing your head against his chest with a trembling hand and giving light kisses over it.

His other hand pressed your back against him, making your whole body stay in contact with his. His knees hurt on the hard ground but nothing compared to the pain he felt in his heart. He felt helpless.

You opened your eyes to look up at him, a faint smile on your face. You lifted a hand up to his cheek and took a very good look at the handsome man you loved. He was crying but he always looked beautiful, no matter how.

At your touch he closed his eyes, guilt spreading through his body. He touched his forehead to yours, making you close your eyes until you spoke up.

“I did this because I love you” You said and he opened his mouth to protest. You gave him a look, saying you weren’t done. “I love you too much to see you die and I know you can keep going if I die, you are one of the strongest men I know. You’re smart, you’re brave and you went through so much that I can’t let you give it up because of me. And you know I would never, ever, let you take responsibility over this and I don’t want you to blame yourself, this was my choice”

“I can’t– I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry I got you into this, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you–” You stopped him with a kiss and he sighed sadly, his hands wrapping around you tighter as if you would disappear at any second. You felt horrible but at the same time relieved. Relieved that if anything happened, Sam would live.

“Don’t say that” You whisper against his lips. “Don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault. This is on me.” You say as you pull slowly away to look into his eyes, the mix of colors hypnotizing you. You felt like you could see every ounce of his soul through those eyes and it was filled with sadness.

Sam was angry, not at you, at himself. The moment he saw the hellhound die above you, bathing you in its blood he knew it was over, that you wouldn’t back away but still he blamed himself. If I were quicker. If I were smarter. The words ran around in his brain. When he looked at you he saw yet another one of those he loved dead. Another corpse that hung over his shoulder.

“We can do this, I can do this. I’m strong enough” You said. Sam knew you were strong but this was beyond you. This was God and Demons and Heaven and Hell. This was biblical and nothing like the things you faced before. He was scared.

“I know you are but what if I’m not?” He asks and you wait for him to continue. “What if I’m not strong enough to let you go if it comes to it?”

“You’ll have to be. If not for yourself, for me. Keep going for me” You reply with a soft look and a slight smile that made Sam choke on a sob and smash his lips against yours.

This kiss was filled with different emotions. Sadness, grief and guilt were poured into it but yet so much love. So, so much.

You didn’t get a verbal answer from Sam but you got plenty of information from the kiss. I’ll try, for you.

And that was enough.

A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing, feedback makes those writings better. Thank you for reading, Xoxo.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

💀 HADES: God of the Dead and Riches 💎

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

You’re not claimed in a way like the others. Instead you come across a pale faced boy with black hair, dark bags under his eyes, and a leather jacket. The ensemble he wore screamed something to you and he introduced himself to you as Nico, child of Hades. And you’re one of his half-siblings. 

Whether you’re like him, a child of Hades displaced out of time before the Oath was made after WW2, or a child born after the oath was rescinded, Nico has been finding any Hades’ demigods he could find. If you didn’t know better, you would think it was his life mission.

When you arrive at Camp, whether Camp Half Blood or Camp Jupiter, people already know who your godly parent or blood is when Nico is with you, but the claim over your head is just icing on the cake. It is the sign of the cusp of fall and winter together, the silence that presides over it. 

People give you a wide berth of respect, awe and fear. Not surprising given how powerful Hades is. 

Regardless, Nico sticks by your side and helps guide you. He teaches you how to handle the dead and the more peskier ghosts, but ultimately, he doesn’t let you feel alone. You tell your story to him and he tells his.  

You’re also introduced to Hazel who seems the complete opposite of Nico but you realise that while children of Hades both stick together but are very independent. Solitary but not isolated. 

While it may be bothersome and sometimes unsettling seeing ghosts and spirits, there are perks; you can reanimate and see dead and loved animals. You always tell the doggos they are good boys. That or the hellhounds. 

“Hello Darkness, my old friend”- ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Simon and Gafunkel.

Regardless if you’re Greek or Roman, when people diss and don’t believe that the planetary Pluto is not a planet, you will get bad and they will know to never diss Pluto. 

Dried flowers, fungi, antiques, faded memories, abandoned buildings. Once filled with life and encompassed with what could be death. Many do not appreciate them but they open themselves to you, and you and your siblings remember them. You carry old, past clothes on your backs, you gently touch the dried petals of flowers with their faint smell still cling to you. You see the hands that touched the antiques, touches of human life. You see the abandoned buildings and know that they were built and housed life in them with their shelter. 

While you may be part of Death’s domain, you greatly cherish life; the people in your life and that help shape you. When you love someone, you love them to a beyond that transcends death. 

You know about shadow traveling as Nico helped you go through it. At the minimum, you can fold yourself into the shadows and be unseen like Hades, but at the most, you can travel to any place where shadows preside over. You find its easier to travel to places wherever Hades’ domain presides over; you can travel more easily to places of death (i.e. cemetery, battlezones, altars) and riches (i.e. mines, the world trade centre, places of great bounty, banks). A rare power of a child of Hades may call things forth from the shadows, whether its things you place into the shadows or using the shadows to your will. You can grab an objects’ shadow to your advantage or use your hands to create shadow shapes to ‘life’. It is rumoured that once, a child of Hades that possessed that skill was able to freeze a person with their shadow pinned by them, and was able to kill them by simply cutting off a person’s shadow. 

Like Hades, you may seem aloof and stern in matters, but on the other hand, this can be seen as fair and honourable. 

When the children of Hades gather in one place, you all give off an Addams' family vibe. The aesthetics, the attitude toward things. Hades is Gomez and Persephone is Morticia, you can guess where it goes from there.

You looked at Nico, who introduced himself as your half-brother. You tried to find the similarities you two shared and while it isn’t entirely physical, there is an air around him that draws you in. A solace if you will.  It’s been more than 70 years since your original time and now here you are, in the 21st century. You thought you had died and now you were here, breathing.  You could feel the anticipation turning into dread when you would eventually realize the math of your birth era and now.

It was a stark change from your time, yet in some sort of attempt to grasp your sanity, you started to find similarities, things that seemed to be the same from your time and this time. It calmed you down but also at the same time, you were a bit overwhelmed where your half brother had taken you. 

McDonalds, he said. You looked at the meal he had bought and inspected it. It was different yet strangely good? The soda-pop however, was entirely bizarre but still delicious (sickeningly sweet you thought).

You both ate your meal as Nico gave you a rundown of the situation. The existential weight of being children of Hades and Pluto was, especially after the creation of the Big Three Oath after the world war, and how it was absolved not too long ago in this time by a son of Poseidon. Then came the eventual appearances of deceased children of Hades and Pluto, which you found out were either killed in the wars, or were deliberately hunted down by Zeus and Poseidon; much like Nico and his sister Bianca. 

Nico tried to give you a rundown of what times are like now and their delicate situation, but even then, Nico wasn’t too knowledgeable given everything. 

Silence fell between the two of you, as you tried to process literally everything. You tried to speak but the knot in your stomach and the weight in your throat was getting heavier. It was becoming awkward and you looked at Nico, realising he too was out of his depth. You found some amusement that he really must be your brother if the two of you were both socially inept. 

You saw Nico open the two red box with the golden arches, before he took out the two toys. You looked at them, wondering really how the meals costed. Toys weren’t very cheap back in the day, and while you had a feeling manufacturing must’ve improved, to have a toy come with a meal must be costly…but you were sure of how much Nico paid as you watched him to get a handle on today’s currency. 

“So uh….which of the kids meals toys do you want?” he stammered. 

You stared at him with wider eyes as you saw him slowly shift in his seat in awkwardness. Everything came to a head as the hilarity of the situation dawned upon you. You started laughing as Nico looked at you like you had grown a second head. 

“I’ll take this one” you chuckled, taking the toy before wiping away the tears, “Thank you Nico.”

“I mean…I eat here pretty frequently-”

“I mean finding us” you said,  as Nico blinked at you owlishly. You placed a hand on top of his in a reassuring gesture. “You went through a lot and you’re just as young as us, yet here you are, finding the rest of us who may be wandering limbo and offering us toys.”

“Well…it’s not fair” he tried to play off. 

“None of it is fair,” you noted, “But this is.”

Nico stared at you before nodding. “We have to go to Camp to get you settled in,” he started. 

You hummed as you helped clean up, “Perhaps yeah…then where next?”

“What?” 

You smirked at Nico, “If you want to go alone, you can but if you’re going to find the rest of us, count me in.” 

“Are you sure? There’s a lot to digest.”

“Probably, but we’re demigods, I doubt things are going to be normal for a long time.”

[ineffably-human]

We're going to scream about Nandermo all week, but right now I need to talk about Baron Afanas. Because the Baron's arc, so to speak, always felt like a big part of the series DNA for me - and oh fuck did this episode deliver on why.

I think we can agree: in the show, vampire society is fucked up, right?

Vampires on their own have plenty to deal with that can make them crazy. They have to live by killing. They lose everyone from their old lives. They have to find new reasons to keep going on, forever, so shit can get decadent really fast.

But holy shit, what that's turned into in vampire society? Where you actively put cruelty over mercy, and violence over solving your problems? Death cults and scam artists roam free, but if someone has depression the best thing to do is ignore them. Someone can get their mind wiped or be locked up for centuries, and that's just what you do to your species.

--

So: the Baron's arrival is the first conflict of the whole show. The joke is about an ancient powerful creature of pants-shitting terror, vs three lesser vampires who just want to live their lives and not get murdered for being too lazy to conquer humanity. There's a lot of talk about how to please him: do you keep to the old ways, or pick up some new traditions? Decorate with flayed skin, or with glitter? And the Baron says: who cares, you're all soft and useless. All that matters is getting more control over this world, until people are cattle and we have no reason to hide anymore.

But later he confesses: that shit stopped mattering ages ago. He's not even real nobility, he's literally impotent, and he talks about doing horrible things because he doesn't know what else to say. He's angry and half-crazy from boredom. And admitting that, owning those feelings, means suddenly he has three new friends and a whole new world of things to enjoy.

There's the Baron the rest of the vampire world knows, but for one night we see the ancient, unknowable terror was just a guy. Maybe he's always been just some guy.

That fun puts him in a vulnerable position, and he's killed by the most unwitting vampire slayer in fiction. But Baron Afanas is changed. He sucks dirt for a year and still comes out of it with a new lightness and joy to him. He saves the Sire, another ancient terrifying monster everyone was eager to kill or send away. They adopt the hellhound. They get cozy and give advice. They make popsicle stick houses and go on walks. They live.

And that seemed like the end of the story until last night - when the Baron suddenly felt like the butt of a joke everyone knew but him. Spurred on by someone else who feels lonely and ignored, the Baron felt vulnerable. And he snapped back to how he lived for centuries.

'What the hell are you all doing, enjoying yourselves? We're supposed to be unhappy. We're supposed to live centuries of unhappiness, bringing pain to everyone in our path, and we're definitely not supposed to cheer up our friend who's sad.'

--

Nobody liked the Baron before Guillermo killed him, not even other powerful vampires we meet; they saw the Baron as a crazy far beyond their own crazy. But this is also how vampire society values you. It's how they measure Nandor's worth when they think he's dead, too: how old and powerful you are, how much you've been able to conquer and kill.

Vampire pods are both cliquish and aren't expected to last in the first place. If someone dies, you literally paint them out of your lives and forget. Everything we see discourages feelings, sincerity, or even basic companionship. The only way to earn respect is to be cruel. The more cruel you are, the more powerful you are. The more powerful you are, the more feared you are - the lonelier you are, the crazier you are. It's practically designed to create the Baron, or worse.

But new vampires don't behave that way. And the vampires we follow in the show don't behave that way - because they have each other, because they've been encouraged to have each other, often by Guillermo. (Holy shit, Nadja saying maybe she'd be fine dying, and Nandor immediately asking if she's okay? Nothing changes in this house, except everything does. They're not going to almost lose one of their own ever again.)

The vampires in the heart of vampire culture never seem happy to be like this. It doesn't have to be like this.

--

The Baron doesn't become a tyrannical monster for long. Because he never actually was one - and because he spends two evenings and a fireball to the face, watching Nandor and Nadja fight for Guillermo. Watching them plead and cling and defy, seeing Guillermo's earnest feelings in spite of his bloodline and the mistakes he's made. Seeing Nandor's perfect trust, and then his grief, the way he insists that Guillermo was never 'just' anything. The Baron can't find real fulfillment in hurting someone (because that ship sailed ages ago). He can't deride them for caring, because he's cared for a long time now.

And when the Baron admits that's who he is, when he says it out loud, he only gains more in his life. He finds new depth in the happiness he'd felt for a while now, because he's admitted and allowed himself to be happy. And now he has the children he's always wanted. Living together, the Baron and the Sire are still ancient and powerful - and they're also family, finding real joy together in a world that was ready to dispose of them.

"I suppose with the right company, it can be beautiful, this eternal existence."

--

There's an inherent selfishness to being a vampire, taking from someone else in order to live. But there doesn't have to be inherent cruelty, or lack of love.

They're all ready to admit they care. The Staten vampires have all cared for Guillermo or each other in their own ways this season. And Guillermo doesn't lack for flaws, but loving his monster family has never been one of them. (When he and Nandor work their shit out, they're gonna be insufferable.)

Now they just have to let the Guide in. Because she's absolutely starved for love, and vampires get pretty fucked up when they're on their own.

[sw33tsuccubus]

when reader is a child of Poseidon

Being a child:

people at camp are either afraid of you or love you. there’s no in between.

percy was avoided like the plague and then slowly became popular sooo

there are multiple aspects to Poseidon’s domain. “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Sea God.” there are different powers you could inherit from him.

you could be in control of water, like percy. you could make toilets explode and bend a river to do your bidding. you could make yourself swim extra fast and you could talk to sea creatures.

you could control storms. you could control the wind during a storm, you could create hurricanes, you could create thunderstorms. Zeus would hate you, but who cares?

you could control the earth, causing earthquakes with sheer willpower. when you stomp, the earth rumbles a bit. you could crack the surface of the earth if you focused.

no matter what powers you inherit, you’re always able to breathe underwater and talk to horses. those are the main traits of your fathers children.

you have a smell of sea that just clings to you. you also heal when in water. your father is quite powerful.

Relations:

your father does his best to keep a decent relationship with you. he answers as many prayers as he needs to. he wouldn’t choose favorites between you and percy.

speaking of percy

you two bully each other about your habits. you make fun of his blue food, he’ll find something to poke fun at.

you two have an ongoing prank war. you once dyed his hair pink. he once put shaving cream in your shoes. it’s awful. sometimes you team up together to prank the Stoll brothers.

when you two team up during games, everyone’s scared. first off, you two are some of the strongest demigods at camp. second, you work so well together, almost like you speak telepathically.

tyson loves you. he finds out he not only has percy, but now you too!

he crafts you something, like he made percy his shield. it’ll be engraved with something related to you. maybe one of your favorite greek heroes, or what you look like during training. it looks neat.

the three of you all hang out with Mrs. O’Leary and it’s so fun. percy plays fetch with her and you chat with tyson while watching everything with a smile. the three of you team up against the hellhound to play tug of war and you always end up bruised and scraped. but it’s so fun!

Annabeth comes up with a name, like she has seaweed brain for percy. maybe kelp head or rain cloud or something related to your abilities.

Grover will hang out with you whenever. he’s usually busy with counsel duties, but he’ll make time for you. he likes walking through the woods with you and chatting about nature.

percy shows up wherever you live for your birthday if it isn’t during the summer. Sally is often behind him, bringing in a gift and giving you a nice hug. percy will pick you up and say something along the lines of ‘My baby sibling is growing up!’

the gift is normally blue candies or a pretty seashell. it’s very sweet.

Sally and your parent will talk about whatever while you and percy talk about what’s been going on at school while playing a video game on the television or playing some random board game.

if your birthday is during the summer, percy insists you hang out at the beach and have a picnic with Annabeth and Grover and any of your friends.

percy gets a blue cake from the pavilion and carries it to the lake where they all sing you happy birthday. some Hermes kid got their hands on candles so you could make a wish.

as new eras begin, percy grows more protective over you. he can’t lose anyone else.

you become friends with will while you’re left at camp while your brother takes off all the time. #1 best friends. some may call it a bromance

he makes sure you don’t do stupid stuff while also having fun with you. you go walking in the woods and he’s making sure you don’t scramble up a tree while also chasing you around.

you watch sunsets together and have little makeovers. you style each others hair (it’s really funny sometimes) and paint each others nails. you go to the archery range together, no matter how bad you are at it. you comfort him after a shift at the infirmary, and he’s there for you after you’re strained from your abilities.

you become a popular person at camp, but this time it’s not because you’re scary. it’s because you’re older and people realize you’re gonna look out for them all.

and also you’re the half sibling of Percy freaking Jackson, but whatever.

[doctorbitchcrxft]

No Rest for the Wicked | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nightmares, angstangstangst, canon violence, canon gore, SMUT (MDNI 18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 6038

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Dean shot up in bed beside you, startling you awake as well. His breathing was shallow and quick, and you sat up to comfort him. 

“Babe, what happened?” you asked, putting your hand on his back. 

He shook his head, still breathing with difficulty. “Uh, nothing,” Dean replied. “Go back to sleep.”

You rested your head against his bare shoulder and kissed it. “Hellhounds again?” you asked quietly. 

Dean’s lack of response let you know you were right. 

You sighed. “Do you wanna go back to sleep?”

He shook his head. 

“I’ll stay up with you,” you told him. 

“(Y/N)—”

“This isn’t up for debate,” you cut him off. You leaned back on the bed and opened your arms to him. Dean hesitated at first, but he eventually relaxed into you. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed the top of his head. Dean wrapped his arms around your stomach and laid his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. 

“Hey, (Y/N)?” you asked. 

“Hm,” you hummed. 

Dean looked up at you with a small smirk pulling at his lips. He leaned up over you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. 

You rolled over on top of him, and he happily allowed you to grind over the top of him while you kissed down his neck. You ran your nails over his abs and up over his chest as he kneaded your ass in his large hands. He made quick work of pushing your underwear aside to be able to slide himself into you. 

“You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. 

You nodded, kissing him fiercely. 

“Sweetheart—” he growled between kisses, “words—” “Yes, please,” you begged. 

Making sure you were ready by running his fingers over your folds, Dean slipped his impressive length into you in one quick push. You rolled your hips over his, and he swallowed your moans with his kiss while kneading your breasts and tweaking your nipples. Soon enough, the two of you reached your highs, and he stayed comfortably seated inside you. Dean pulled you down to lay on his chest, and you sighed in content as he wrapped his arms around you. 

These nightmares had been growing more persistent as Dean’s death date got closer. He had yet another one while you were in the midst of researching, and he’d fallen asleep on his book. 

You looked at him sadly, and Sam walked into the motel room. Dean shot up and pretended he hadn’t just woken up from a nightmare.

“Dig up anything good?” Sam asked the two of you.

You took the opportunity to cover for Dean. “Nah, nothing good.”

“Well, Bobby has,” Sam replied. “Finally.”

Dean looked up. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” Sam nodded, “a way to find Lilith.”

“Oh. With just uh—” Dean looked down at his watch, “thirty hours to go.” Dean smiled halfheartedly. “Hey, why don't we just make a TJ-run, yeah? Y’know, some senoritas, cervezas, uh, we could... What's Spanish for "donkey show"?”

“Espectáculo de burro,” you replied quietly. 

Sam snickered. “So, if we do save you, let’s never do that.”

“Acordada,” you said. 

“Gesundheit,” Dean snarked. 

You gave a short laugh and looked back down at the book on Hellhounds in front of you. 

“Hey, Dean,” Sam sighed. “Look, we're cutting it close, I know, but we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to hell. I'm not gonna let you.”

Dean looked up.

“I swear. Everything's gonna be okay,” Sam promised. 

Dean looked slightly sad before looking completely panicked. You recalled that just hours before the person is dragged away by the Hellhounds, they begin to hallucinate. It broke your heart to know that was what Dean was going through. 

***

The next day, you, Dean, Sam, and Bobby were setting up a ritual to find where Lilith was hiding. You couldn’t even make out what the scene before you was, but you simply did as Bobby told you to do. 

“So you need a name, that's the whole kit and caboodle,” Bobby said, referring to the mess of pendulums and maps in front of him. “With the right name, right ritual, ain't nothing you can't suss out.”

“Like the town Lilith's in?” Sam asked. 

“Kid, when I get done, we'll know the street.” You smiled briefly and shot a look to Dean. 

With some chanting in Latin, the pendulum stopped over the top of New Harmony, Indiana, which Bobby announced to the room. 

“And we have a winner,” Bobby continued. 

“Alright, let’s go,” Sam asserted, starting for the door. 

Dean stopped his brother. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Let's all shut up there, Tex.”

“What?” you asked. “What’s the deal?”

“Whaddaya mean, ‘what’?” he replied. “Come on, where do I begin? I mean, first of all, we don't even know if Lilith holds my deal. We're going off of Bela's intel? Now, when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked, okay. Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way to gank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your giant head on a pike?” He gestured to Sam. “Should I continue?”

“Listen, Dee, it’s worth a shot,” you returned. “What else are we supposed to do?”

“Just 'cause I gotta die doesn't mean you guys have to, okay? Either we go in smart, or we don't go in at all,” he said firmly. 

“Okay, fine. Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I have a suggestion,” you said.

“Where are you going with this,” Dean warned, his tone letting you know he knew where this conversation was leading. 

“We’re so past arguing. We gotta summon Ruby,” you stated. 

Dean’s shoulders tensed. “The hell we are! We have enough problems as it is.”

“Listen! I trust the bitch about as far as I can throw her. But right now, she’s all we got,” you argued.

Dean sighed. “C’mon, sweetheart, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay. She told you that she could save me—” he gestured to his brother, “lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith but forgot to mention— oh, right! Lilith owns my soul!”

“Dean—” Bobby groaned. 

“For all we know, she works for Lilith!” the older brother finished. 

“Look, I agree with you!” you told him. “So give me another option.”

“Dean, (Y/N)’s right—”

Dean cut Sam off with a growled shout. “No! Dammit!”

You had never been scared of Dean before, but his exclamation genuinely startled you. When he realized what he’d done, he immediately softened. “Just… no. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again. You guys wanna save me, find something else.”

Bobby sighed and grabbed his jacket to head to the door. 

“Where are you going, Bobby?” Sam asked quietly. 

“I guess to…” he trailed off and threw out his arms, “find something else.”

You shared a long look with Sam that told you you would be defying Dean. 

***

“Y’know, phones work too,” Ruby smirked, leaning against the doorway after you and Sam summoned her in the basement of the cabin you were squatting in. “Hey, Sam. How’s tricks?” she asked, arms folded. Then, she seemed to notice you were in the room as well. “(Y/N)! What a surprise—”

“How do you get around so fast?” Sam cut her off.

“I got the Super Bowl jetpack,” she shrugged. “So, you called?” The demon began to stalk toward you. 

“Did you know?” you demanded. 

“Um, gonna need a tiny bit more.”

“About Dean’s deal. That Lilith holds the contract,” Sam clarified.

She sighed. “Yes, I did.”

“Don’t you think you should’ve mentioned that to us?!” you snapped. 

“Temper, temper,” Ruby taunted. “You weren’t ready.”

Sam scoffed. “For what?”

“If I told you, you three yahoos would have just charged after her half-cocked, and Lilith would have peeled the meat from your pretty, pretty faces,” she explained dryly. 

“Well, we’re ready now,” Sam stated. “I want your knife.” Ruby began to circle you, her expression completely flat and still somehow mischievous. “You're right about one thing. You are ready. And now's the time, too. Lilith's guard's down.”

“How’s that?” you questioned.

Ruby explained, “She's on shore-leave. A little R&R.”

“The hell’s that mean?” Sam questioned.

“Trust me, you don't wanna know. You didn't lose those hex bags I gave you?”

“We’ve got ‘em.”

“Good. Then she won't sense that you're coming.”

Ruby was directly in front of you now. “Give us the knife.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking,” you asserted.

“You wanna charge in with one little pigsticker?” she snickered mockingly. “It's a waste of a true-blue window. Like getting Hitler with that exploding briefcase. Forget it.”

“Okay, then how?” Sam asked, getting very angry.

“I know how to save your brother, Sam,” Ruby cooed. 

“No, you don’t! You told us you couldn’t! Give us the fucking knife, alright!” you shouted, getting in her face. 

“Did you ever consider that I lied, babe?” she snarked. 

“Oh, so you can save him?” Sam scoffed dryly. 

“No, but you can.”

“What?” you and Sam exclaimed simultaneously.

“Sam, you've got some god-given talent. Well, not ‘god’-given, but you get the gist,” she explained.

“All that psychic crap? That's gone ever since Yellow-Eyes died,” Sam responded. 

“Not gone; dormant,” Ruby said. “And not just visions either. Why do you think Lilith is so scared of you?”

“Why the fuck would she be scared of Sam?” you asked. 

“If you wanted, you could wipe her off the map without moving a muscle,” Ruby responded. 

“I don’t believe you,” Sam stated. 

“It’s the truth.”

“And you decided to tell me this just now?”

“Um... demon. Manipulative's kinda in the job description,” she sing-songed. “Fact is— is that you would have never considered it. Not until you were –”

“Desperate enough?” Sam cut her off.

Ruby shrugged. “You don't like being different. You hate the way Dean looks at you sometimes. Like you're some kind of sideshow freak. But suck it up because we've got a lot of ground to cover, and we've gotta do it fast. But we can do it.”

Sam clenched his jaw and glanced down at the floor. 

“Look. Call me a bitch, hate me all you want, but I have never lied to you, Sam. Not ever. And I'm telling you. You can save your brother, and I can show you how,” she urged. 

“So that’s you, huh?” an all too familiar voice growled from behind you. 

‘Uh-oh,’ you thought, stomach dropping and eyes widening. 

“Our slutty little Yoda,” Dean finished his insult, walking into the room. 

“Dean.” She turned to him, all the softness she’d been using with Sam gone. “Charming as ever.”

Dean stalked toward the three of you. “Aw, I knew you’d show up. ‘Cause I knew Sammy here and my girlfriend wouldn’t listen.” He cut his eyes at you, and you looked at the floor in shame. 

“But you're not gonna teach him anything, you understand me? Over my dead body,” Dean grunted. 

“Oh, well, you’re right about that,” Ruby snickered. 

“What you are gonna do is give me that knife. And then you can just go crawl back into whatever slop you came from and never bother me or my brother or my girl again. Are we clear?” he stated fiercely. 

“Your brother is carrying a bomb inside of him, and we'd be stupid not to use it,” Ruby shot back. 

You sighed, knowing you were in deep shit. “Dean, just hold on, okay—”

“(Y/N)!” Dean snapped. “Don’t.” He addressed Sam next. “C’mon man, what, are you blind? Can't you see that this is a trick?”

“That’s not true,” Ruby protested. 

“She wants you to give into this whole demonic psychic whatever, okay. I mean hell, she probably wants you to become her little Anti-Christ SuperStar.”

“I want Lilith dead. That’s all,” Ruby snarled. 

“Why?”

“I’ve told you why!”

Dean laughed mockingly. “Oh, right, yeah. Because you were human once and you liked kittens and long walks on the beach.”

Ruby shook her head. “Y’know, I am so sick of proving myself to you. You wanna save yourself, this is how, you dumb, spineless dick.” Dean looked at her, then turned around as if he was going to leave. Suddenly, he spun back and nailed her with a mean right hook. 

“Dean!” you shouted, knowing he was in a world of trouble. 

Ruby recovered quickly and delivered blow after blow; a knee to the face, then a hit to the back, then to his stomach. 

You rushed her, shoving her to the floor. Ruby dragged you down with her and rolled on top of you to hit you across the right side of your jaw, then your left, then your right again. 

Ruby, hey!” Sam shouted, but you could barely hear him over the ringing in your ears. 

Suddenly, the repetitive hits were gone. Dean was back to hitting her, or, rather, getting one hit in before being sent to the ground by Ruby. 

The fight progressed into the other room, and Dean stumbled back into the room moments later because of a hit delivered by Ruby. 

“The hell are you grinning at?” 

Apparently, Dean was wearing one of his shit-eating grins. “Missing something?” he asked, and you could hear the smirk in his voice from your position on the ground. 

Sam came over to check on you, and you could see Dean holding Ruby’s knife proudly. 

“I'll kill you, you son of a bitch.”

Your eyes widened as Ruby tried to rush him, but she was stopped by an invisible force. You breathed out in relief knowing Dean had set up a Devil’s trap. “Like I said, I knew you'd come.”

He walked away from her toward the staircase back up to the cabin. 

“Wait! You're just gonna leave me here?”

Dean ignored the demon. “Let’s go,” he ordered you and Sam. 

Sam helped you up from the floor and adjusted his jaw painfully. 

“Oh, oh, you— so you're just too stupid to live, is that it?” Ruby laughed in a panic. “Then, fine! You deserve hell! I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off your bones! I wish I could be there to hear you scream!” Her voice followed you up the stairs into the living room of the cabin.

“And I wish you'd shut your pie hole, but we don't always get what we want,” Dean called back.

Your heart was in your throat as you followed Dean up the stairs. He was undoubtedly going to chew both you and Sam out for what you’d done. 

In silence, you began to load your weapons. You briefly smiled fondly at Dean’s Taurus as he cleaned it. Dean apparently caught you looking at him, his face set in hard lines. You could practically feel the blood flush from your face. 

“I figured Sam would do it, but you?” he asked evenly, tone on-guard. 

“Dean—”

“No, (Y/N). I told you I didn’t want you to do that,” Dean replied. 

You slammed your gun down on the table. “And what about what I want? I have less than twenty-four hours with you, and I’m trying to change that. Do you not want that? Do you want to go to Hell?!”

He sighed, and you noticed Sam had taken a step back from the weapons table to let you and Dean fight it out. 

“No, but dammit, I’m not letting you make the same mistake I did!” he shouted.

“You keep saying that, but what do you mean?!”

“First my dad, then me, and what? Now you? Now Sam? Every time someone’s ass is on the line, one of us just gives it up instead. This has to stop,” Dean explained. 

“So, what? We’re just gonna let Ruby rot down there, and you’re just gonna wait ass up for Lilith to come collect your soul?” you argued.

“Yeah, Dean,” Sam began softly, “what if Ruby’s right? What if I can take out Lilith?”

Dean slammed his hands on the table and gave his brother an angry, hard glare. 

“Quit looking at me like that,” Sam stated. 

Dean scoffed. “What, are you gonna give her the Carrie-stare and Lilith goes ‘poof’?”

“I don't know what Ruby meant,” Sam replied, throwing his hands up and shaking his head. “Y’know, maybe we should just go ask her.”

“Guys, you wanted the knife. I got you the knife.” Dean walked over to another table with knives splayed across it. 

“Dean, just listen to me for a second. Last time Lilith snapped her fingers and put thirty demons on our ass, and all we got's one little knife?” Sam challenged. “I mean, like you said, we go in smart, or we don't go in at all.”

“Well, this ain't smart.”

“We got one shot at this, Dean. Just one. So if there's a sure-fire way then maybe we should just talk about it.”

Dean approached Sam and got in his face a bit. “Ruby's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you know where it's going.” He then turned around, sat back down at the table, and picked up a knife. 

Sam apparently wasn’t done. “Dean.” He sat down next to his brother as Dean continued to sharpen his knife. “What do you think is gonna happen? This is me, I can handle it. And if it'll save you—”

Dean cut off his brother. “Why even risk it?”

“Because you're my brother. Because you did the same thing for me,” Sam replied simply. 

The older brother scoffed. “I know. And look how that turned out.” He sighed and got a little choked up. “Guys, all I’m sayin’ is… sweetheart, you’re my weak spot.”

You looked up at Dean, and he was staring at you with tears swimming in his eyes. 

He smiled quickly. “You are. And I’m yours.” Dean looked over to his brother while you bit your lip and closed your eyes to try and keep from crying. 

“And Sam, we— we’re family,” Dean chuckled through his tears, “I mean, what we'll do for each other, y’know, how far we'll go? Those evil sons of bitches know it. They're using it against us.”

“So what? We just stop looking out for each other?” Sam argued through his own tears.

“No, we stop being martyrs, man. We… We stop spreading it for these demons,” he joked. Dean picked up Ruby's knife. “We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way. The way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh, then, we go down swinging.”

You wrapped your arm around yourself trying to self-soothe as you would have to do from here on out very soon. 

“Whaddya think?” Dean asked you and Sam.

A smirk grew across Sam’s face. “I think you totally should have been jamming ‘Eye of the Tiger’ right there.”

Dean stood and grumbled, “Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, too.”

Sam smiled. “So, Indiana, huh?”

“Yeah, where Lilith's on shore-leave,” Dean recalled Ruby’s earlier words. “Tell me something. The hell's a demon do for fun?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. Despite the lighthearted joking, your heart was breaking in two. No amount of loss you’d experienced before was quite as devastating as this was for you. 

As you made it into the bedroom you’d been sharing with Dean, you heard Dean’s heavy footsteps following you. 

“Sweetheart—”

You cut him off. “Don’t. Please.” 

Dean wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed the top of your head. You turned around to bury your face in his chest and inhale the leather jacket that smelled of his cologne and gunpowder. Oh, how you were going to miss that smell. 

***

You knew continuing to be sad wasn’t an option in this scenario. You had to pull it together for Dean’s sake, if not yours. Just as you were about to leave for Indiana well aware of the time constraint you were under, Bobby appeared at the door of the Impala.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bobby drawled. 

“We got the knife,” Dean replied through the window of the car. 

You got out to greet Bobby with a tight hug.

“And you intend to use it without me?” Bobby scoffed. “Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?”

“No, Bobby, of course not,” Sam replied. 

“This is about me, (Y/N), and Sam, okay? This isn't your fight,” Dean said.

Those words made Bobby rightfully furious. “The hell it isn’t! Family don’t end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me.”

“Bobby—”

The older man cut Dean off. “You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?” Sam seem surprised, but you looked at your feet sheepishly. 

“How’d you know?” Dean asked. 

“Because that's what happens when you've got hellhounds on your butt. And because (Y/N) called me,” Bobby replied. 

Dean looked at you with a mockingly sarcastic stare. You just shrugged. 

***

Bobby followed behind you in his car. Sam was going to let you sit in his usual spot, but you preferred to keep things as they were; for at least a semblance of normalcy. 

Sam broke the silence in the car. “Hey, Dean? You know if this doesn't uh... this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know—” Dean cut him off. “No, no, no, no.”

“ ‘No’ what?” Sam asked. 

Dean shot a brief look over to Sam. “No, you're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, okay? And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward.” Dean paused for a moment, a smirk growing across his face. “Y’know what I do want?” He fiddled with the radio for a minute, and Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” began to play through the speakers. 

“Bon Jovi?” the brunet scoffed. 

Dean began to sing along with Bon Jovi. “And I walk these streets! A loaded six-string on my back / I play for keeps / ‘Cause I might not make it back.” He turned to his brother. “C’mon! I’ve been everywhere.”

“Oh, yeah!” you and Sam sang. 

“And I'm standing tall / I've seen a million faces ‘And I rocked 'em all.” Dean shot a wink at you in the rearview mirror on that line, and you squeezed his shoulder. Dean grabbed your hand with his opposite one and continued to steer with the other. He played with your fingers while his brother got more and more into singing. You and Dean, however, were beginning to realize how well the song fit your current situation. 

Dean’s smile that you’d fallen in love with was completely gone while Sam continued to sing. 

***

After getting pulled over because of the Impala’s busted taillight, Dean revealed to you he’d been able to tell the officer who’d stopped you was possessed. In fact, it was because he could see the ugly face of the creature beneath. 

You had driven the police car into the woods and covered it in branches to hide it along with the body.

“So, what, now you’re seeing demons?” Sam scoffed. 

“I've seen all kinds of things lately but... nothing like this,” Dean replied, looking startled. 

“Actually, it's not all that crazy,” Bobby jumped in. “You've got just over five hours to go. You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B-side.”

“A little less new age-y, please,” Dean snarked. 

“You're almost Hell's bitch. So, you can see Hell's other bitches,” Bobby put it plainly. 

Dean seemed taken aback, but then, turned his charm back on. “Thank you.”

“Well, it actually could come in pretty handy,” Sam suggested. 

“Oh, well, I'm glad my doomed soul is good for something,” Dean scoffed. 

Bobby nodded. “Damn right it is. Lilith's probably got demons stashed all over town. We can't let them sound the alarm. She knows we're here, we're dead before we're started.”

Dean chuckled mockingly. “Well, this is a terrific plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Can we go, please?”

***

Somehow, you’d managed to sneak into the house for sale across the street from the house Lilith was “vacationing” in. Dean looked through the closed blinds with binoculars to search for the demon. “It's the little girl. Her face is awful,” Dean grimaced. 

After much bickering over which method was best to break into the house, you waited for Dean to run behind the house with the demon hot on his heels. When it happened, you plunged the knife into the possessed mailman’s stomach. Sam came up behind him to clasp a hand over his mouth to ensure he couldn’t alert any other demons. You passed the knife off to him with an encouraging nod to send him on his way to kill the neighbor. You dragged the mailman’s body behind a bush. 

Suddenly, you were shoved into a bush. “I'd like my knife back, please. Or your neck snaps like a chicken bone.”

Sam came up behind her and held it to her throat. “She doesn’t have it. Take it easy.”

Ruby let you go, and you scrambled to your feet. 

“How the hell did you get out?” Dean asked, standing beside you. 

“What you don't know about me could fill a book,” she scoffed. 

Dean stumbled backward suddenly. “Whoa,” he breathed out. 

“What?” she asked angrily. 

Dean turned his head away not wanting to look at her anymore. “Nothing. I just— I couldn't see you before, but you're one ugly broad.”

“Sam, give me the knife before you hurt yourself,” Ruby demanded. 

“You’ll get it when this is over,” you replied. 

“It's already over. I gave you a way to save Dean, you shot me down. Now, it's too late. He's dead. And I'm not gonna let you die, too,” Ruby told Sam. 

“Try and stop me, and I'll kill you, bitch,” Sam snarled. 

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Hit me with your best shot, baby.”

Dean turned back to you. “Guys,” he whispered. “Hey. Have your little catfight later.”

You could see other black-eyed demons stalking toward you. “So much for the element of surprise.” 

“Run, run!” you whispered harshly. You broke off and headed straight to the house Lilith was in, and you could hear dozens of demons following you. 

You slid across the porch on your knees to pick the lock on the door. 

“What the hell is taking Bobby?” Dean shouted. 

Suddenly, the sprinklers turned on to shoot holy water at the demons, which had been Bobby’s task. 

Just as you finished picking the lock, you turned to see Dean smirking and laughing at the demons who’d been kept away from the house by the sprinklers. 

You closed the door behind Ruby and turned around to see an older gentleman dead on the kitchen table. “Holy shit,” you whispered. His head had been turned around completely.

Dean turned to see what you were looking at, and his face hardened. “You think Lilith knows we're here?” he asked quietly. 

“Probably,” Ruby answered. 

Sam walked into the surrounding rooms first, holding his knife out. Suddenly, Dean’s head whipped to a closed cabinet behind you where he discovered a man hiding. He put his hand over the man’s mouth to keep him from making any noise while you shushed him. 

“We're here to help, okay?” Dean whispered. “I'm gonna move my hand, and we're gonna talk nice and quiet, okay?”

The man nodded his head “yes,” and Dean slowly removed his hand. 

“Where’s your kid?” you asked. 

“It’s not—” he swallowed harshly, “It’s not her anymore.”

“Where is she?” Sam urged. 

“Upstairs. In her bedroom,” the man answered. 

“Okay, okay, okay. Listen to me. I want you to go downstairs to the basement. Put a line of salt at the door behind you. Do you understand me?” Dean stated. 

“Not without my wife,” the man responded. 

“Yes, without your wife.”

“No.”

Dean knew you had no time for this and knocked him out. He shot you a look, you smiled, and Dean hauled the man up over his shoulders in a fireman’s hold. 

You followed Dean down to the basement and quietly shut the door behind him while Ruby and Sam went up to the girl’s bedroom. 

Dean unceremoniously dropped the man to the floor while you surrounded the door with salt. Just as you were turning to leave, Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, kissing you with a passion you’d never felt from him before. He desperately pulled at you trying to get you as close as possible, and you pulled on his hair like you knew he loved. When you pulled away, you were seeing stars. “What was that for?” you asked quietly. 

“Just ‘cause,” he told you. “I love you.”

Your eyes pooled with tears, but you managed to keep them at bay. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know.”

Dean’s eyes searched your face with one of those heavily emotional and yet unreadable expressions you’d become accustomed to. “Let’s go,” he told you, grabbing your hand and carefully stepping over the salt to get out of the basement. 

He pulled you upstairs into the little girl’s room but suddenly panicked when he saw Sam about to stab the child. Dean grabbed his brother’s arm, saying, “It's not her!”

The little girl was breathing heavily from the realization of what was about to happen to her.

“It's not in the girl anymore,” Dean continued.

The child collapsed into her mother’s chest, crying, “Mommy!”

The mother shushed her child and held her tightly, clearly relieved her daughter was okay.

***

When you’d gotten the two remaining family members into the basement, Ruby spoke up. “Well, I hate to be a ‘told you so’.”

“Okay, then, where is she?” you asked. 

“I don't know,” she replied. 

“Could she get past the sprinklers?” Sam questioned, looking out of the window at the demons still trapped on the lawn. 

“Her pay grade, she ain't sweating the holy water,” Ruby replied. 

Sam huffed. “Okay, you win. What do I have to do?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, giving him a questioning look. 

“To save Dean,” Sam replied. “What do you need me to do?”

Dean tried to turn him around. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Sam shrugged him off. “Just shut up for a second. Ruby!”

“You had your chance,” she replied. “You can’t just flip a switch. We needed time.”

“And the twelve hours warning you gave us would’ve been enough?’ you scoffed. “C’mon, lady, give us something. Anything!”

Dean grabbed Sam again. 

“Don’t, Dean! I’m not gonna let you go to Hell!” Sam told his brother. 

“Yes, you are!” Dean roared. He looked to you for a moment before looking down at the floor, seeming unable to hold your gaze. “You both are.” He took a deep breath and looked up at his little brother. “I'm sorry. I mean, this is all my fault, I know that. But what you're doing; it's not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you.”

“Then, what am I supposed to do?” Sam asked quietly, tears slipping down his cheeks. 

Your eyes began to well, too. 

“Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Don’t let (Y/N) drive,” Dean smirked at you. “Sam, remember what Dad taught you, okay? And remember what I taught you.”

Dean looked over to you. “And take care of my brother. Take care of you.” He tilted his head back, seeming unsure of what his next words would be. “God, I just… there’s too many things I could say to you, sweetheart. But I just need you to know that I’ve always got your six. Even when I’m gone.” Dean stepped closer to you, and you could barely stand to look at him as tears poured down your face. 

Just then, the clock struck midnight. Dean looked over to it, then looked back at you, and he tried to offer a sad smile when he did. 

“I'm sorry, Dean. I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy,” Ruby said through the deafening silence.

Suddenly, Dean’s face fell. “Hellhound.”

“Where?” you and Sam asked in unison. 

Dean nodded to a corner of the room. “There.”

You looked in the direction Dean nodded to, but obviously, you saw nothing. Dean grabbed your hand and brought you into another room, you and the Winchesters slamming the doors behind yourselves.

You took out a bag of goofer dust and quickly shook it out in a line in front of the doors to keep the Hellhounds at bay. 

“Give me the knife,” you heard Ruby tell Sam, “maybe I can fight it off.”

You turned around to see Sam’s confused expression. “What?”

Dean suddenly called out, “Wait!”

Ruby scoffed. “You wanna die?”

“Sam, that’s not Ruby,” Dean realized. “It’s not Ruby!”

Suddenly, you were thrown back against the wall next to Sam, and Dean was thrown on top of a table, pinning him. 

“How long you been in her?” Dean asked, grunting uncomfortably.

“Not long,” Lilith cooed. “But I like it. It's all grown up and pretty.” 

“And where's Ruby?” Sam asked. 

Lilith’s head snapped toward the two of you. “She was a very bad girl, so I sent her far, far away.” Her neck crunched with each tilting motion of her head. 

“Y’know, I should have seen it before, but you all look alike to me,” Dean remarked. 

Your heart pounded as Lilith walked toward Sam. “Hello, Sam. I've wanted to meet you for a very long time.” She grabbed hold of his chin, forcing him to kiss her, and you turned your head away uncomfortably. “Your lips are soft.”

“Right, so you have me. Let my brother go,” Sam tried. 

Lilith smirked. “Silly goose. You wanna bargain, you have to have something that I want. You don't.” Her voice was sugary sweet.

“So, is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to hell. Kill Sam. And then what? Become queen bitch?” Dean growled. 

“I don’t have to answer to puppy chow,” Lilith smiled. 

Dean was clearly in pain trying to hold himself up on the table, and you wanted nothing more than to run to him. 

Lilith grabbed ahold of the door handle, smiling sickly at Dean. “Sic ‘em, boy.”

Your eyes widened, heart dropping as Dean was thrown off the table and to the ground by the invisible Hellhound. 

“No!” you screamed. “Stop it, you fucking bitch!”

“Dean!” Sam shouted, tears choking his screams. 

Dean struggled on the floor as his chest was tattered by the vicious creature’s claws. 

“Stop it, please! Dean!” you cried, struggling as hard as you could against Lilith’s power nailing you to the wall. 

Next, the hound got your partner’s back and shoulder, and Dean writhed around on the floor in pain, screaming. Blood gushed from his chest, and your heart broke to pieces. 

“Dean!” Your scream was blood curdling as Sam cried beside you. 

The hound stopped attacking, and you could see Dean was taking his shallow, final breaths. His screaming had stopped, but blood still poured from every deep gash. 

Lilith held her hand out toward you and Sam, and a bright, white light erupted from it. Sam turned over into you, shielding you with his body. You closed your eyes, curling into a ball on the floor beneath him. 

When you felt the light was gone, Sam got up and turned to Lilith, who looked genuinely afraid of him. 

“Back,” she begged, breathing shallowly. “I said, back!”

Sam picked up Ruby’s knife. “I don’t think so.” He moved to stab her, but Lilith decided to pour out of Ruby’s body in a cloud of smoke through an air vent. 

As soon as Lilith was gone, you rushed to Dean’s side. You pulled his head into your lap as you’d done many times before and stroked his hair with your hand. “Dee— oh, my god,” you cried. 

Sam bent down next to you, tears pouring down his cheeks. 

You sobbed and held Dean’s head against yours, murmuring, “Come back to me,” over and over again. 

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[doodler16]

Something that's been bugging me in regards to Loona's new form from the recent episode is that there was no foreshadowing, world building, or whatever arc you call it that explained how Loona, or more specifically HELLHOUNDS, were at any point in this show able to turn into actual HELLHOUNDS. Without any of those things, that scene didn't feel like a moment where a character gains a new ability out of adrenaline or a sense of danger. It felt more like something that she managed to pull out of her ass cause the writers or more specifically Viv just wanted to do something cool and edgy for her in the season finale.

When I saw Loona’s actual hellhound form, it literally reminded me of an fan animatic I watched 2 years ago. Anon, they literally have Moxxie riding Loona as well. 💀

Vivziepop solely wrote the Sinmas episode, so she pulled it out of her ass and made more convenient so the IMP team could win. And once again Loona’s actual Hellhound form has more questions than answers.

There was no buildup or hints what so ever for her true hellhound form. She easily could’ve used it in Truth Seekers, Western Energy, or even in the Seeing Stars flashback episode.

Loona still has her clothes during her true hellhound form on is very weird. You would think she would be naked. And, the extra eyes are just unnecessary because in a few frames before, they only show 2 eyes making it very inconsistent.

Also how does this form work? Is only when Blitzø is in danger or when she is super anger?

[randoimago]

Could I request Zagreus with a s/o who appears dignified and graceful but is actually a big goof and klutz in private? She is known for tripping over air, bumping into walls despite looking straight, and so on.

Fandom: Hades

Character(s): Zagreus

Note(s): Boy do I feel this (well mainly the being a klutz part, I don't think I'm dignified or graceful in the slightest😅)

Zagreus

Oh, he is so cheeky when it comes to how graceful and perfect you try to act in public. He'll happily bring up how you stumbled over some of Cerberus's hellhound toys and almost ate dirt the prior night.

Zagreus keeps bandages on hand for when you and he are together because he knows you're going to run into something at some point. Even if you try to tell him that you're not that clumsy, he gives you a grin and agrees with what you're saying, but he's still having the bandages ready.

He was very concerned the first time he watched you run into a wall despite looking straight at it. But as the relationship goes on, he gets more used to it. Zagreus does his best to try and steer you in a different direction or get your attention before you run into things, but he's not always able to help you in time. Which is why he has the bandages.