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"Sam and Dean love each other as much as two human beings can love each other. Truly." â Jared Padalecki, San Diego Comic Con 2017
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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Semifinals
Propaganda under the cut:
Sam/Dean:
I'm sorry but they have it all. children of metaphorical incest just continuing the cycle in any way they can. they are brothers and mother + son and wives and each other's scorned lovers and life partners they've had multiple infidelity arcs they are sexually psychopathic together they have forsook life and morality and the earth itself for each other and just love each other so much . They are literally in a heaven of their own making together for eternity, incestuously. Come on!!! Blueprint!!!!! It's not gay if he's your brother!!!!!
dean did stuff to sam's dead body in ahbl. i just know it
Messed-up, isolated sibs with all the daddy and abandonment issues. Their lives are so claustrophobic with the brothers no more than five feet apart in the car, a motel room, or standing next to civilians (face it, they are frigging magnets). Can't leave out that they are always touching each other to check for wounds which is a huge PLUS for any shipper.
Sam and Dean ARE literally the blowjob brothers. They walk into a situation and everyone goes well well well if it isn't the blowjob brothers....... And they say. Yep. That's us. And then they fix the situation with their epic love story
THE classic, iconic, show shopping, never done before etc. etc. incest ship. It changed fandom and it changed the world
Dave/Rose:
Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams
What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but youâre glad itâs with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because sheâs your sister
I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always
We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together
Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i canât say i love you but i know weâll die together anyway. because weâre made of the exact same stuff. iâll find you again at the last moment. thatâs love.
THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR
Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.
do you realize love someone if you donât follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the âethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twinsâ trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but theyâre still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each otherâs eyes
#tournament polls#tumblr polls#incest poll#wincest#samdean#spn#daverose#dersecest#homestuck#semifinals#tw incest
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Unwarranted
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POV: 3rd Person
Pairing: Team Free Will x Male!ExAngel!Reader [Platonic]
Warning(s): Mention of past sexual harassment, sexual harassment, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Humans are interesting and complex creatures, and ever since the reader lost his grace, he had to learn to become one. Luckily, he had his friends by his side to help him through his trials and tribulations. What happens when he's face-to-face with a human experience he never anticipated, and how will Team Free Will help him resolve his issue?
Request:
Hi! I hope you're having a good day/night. This request is very specific. I would write it myself, but im awful at it. I hope you don't mind, lol.
May you do (ex?)Angel!Male!reader x TFW (platonic obv). You can make it where Reader joined after the angels fell and was castiels past battle partner and was good friends with him, or something else if you'd like.
Reader lost his grace after a rogue angel took it from him. He has no idea how to be human and struggles a lot, even with the help of Dean, Sam, and Castiel. Anyways, to get to the point- Reader picked a pretty attractive vessel, so both men and women hit on him a lot when the group goes to diners or bars and most of the time Reader wanders off to explore since hes never really gone to earth before so the boys never notice, and he doesn't know how to react or what to do when they start to get touchy, only that he doesn't feel comfortable with it at all, but he thinks if he tells them to stop its a form of being rude, so he never says so. the person usually stops when they realize Reader isn't having the type of reaction they were looking for.
When Reader mentioned this to the boys randomly, they realized that Reader didn't know that it was bad that they were touching him and explained what it was, what to say, and do when that happens and comforts him when he finally cries as a human.
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A/N: I am so sorry for going off the grid for a while! Honestly, keeping track of dates and time frames has not been my strong point, especially with everything going on with work. Luckily I'm almost done with another request as well and will have that up by this weekend! I hope this gives the request justice. As always, feedback is very much appreciated!
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Humans are interesting and complex creatures, each with their own thoughts, wants, needs, and interests. When (Y/N) first joined Castiel on Earth two years prior, he was amazed by the array of personalities and emotions. No two people are alike, but, due to the vast differences, many of them can be categorized under three distinct titles; good, neutral, and evil.
The good people are the ones who are selfless. They take the first step when it comes to helping others. They arenât perfect but they are as close as anyone can be. Only a small amount of people fit into the category of âgoodâ, most of which find themselves canonized into sainthood years after death. Many strive to be classified under such a prestige title, but few make the cut. However, just because someone isnât worthy of the title, doesnât make them a bad person automatically.Â
Neutral individuals are what most would describe as your âaverage Joeâ. It is the category in which most people lie. They are neither good nor bad. The choices they make in life come with a mix of positive and negative intentions. An example of a neutral person could be someoneâs English teacher, who partakes in volunteer work after hours, or your boss, who had just been caught cheating on his wife with Jim from the mailroom. Just because people do bad things, doesnât make them inherently evil.Â
True evil is much darker. An individual who would put a demon to shame with their actions, thoughts, and desires. One with little regard for the well-being of others. Ones that hurt others purely for self-gratification. To gain an advantage. Those are the ones that end up in prison or a seat in Congress. Theyâre usually manipulative, have a silver tongue placed in their mouth at birth, and can easily coerce those who are weak and gullible.Â
(Y/N) had met his fair share of individuals from all three categories throughout his time on Earth, supernatural entities excluded. At first, with his angelic powers, he was able to make an assumption of others based solely on their thoughts. Ever since the fall, however, his judgments on people had become rather askew. He was able to get the full experience of being human - not able to truly tell what one was thinking during various interactions - and he would be lying if he said he enjoyed it. Rather, the lack of understanding when it came to others caused him to develop a sense of paranoia. The last thing he wanted was for others to assume the worst of him. Even as an angel, he would treat the worst of the worst with as much kindness as he could muster.
Little did he know that the paranoia would lead to his downfall and a deep realization of how evil some people could be.
The first couple of weeks after his grace was stolen, (Y/N) was lost. He knew next to nothing about maintaining the necessary needs to keep his body alive. It was all tedious in his eyes. Why did humans need to eat, drink, and go to the bathroom so much throughout the day? Who possibly had the time to do so? Do they have to thread their needs into their schedules for work and school? On top of that, why did humans need to pay for food and water? Were they not necessities? Why would someone need to pay to survive? (Y/N) held a plethora of questions in his mind that still go unanswered.Â
Thankfully, Castiel, Sam, and Dean were all there for him, guiding him through the processes necessary to provide for his new form. It took a while for him to get the hang of it - the most overwhelming thing was when he was introduced to a large variety of foods. All the new flavors and textures send his tongue into sensory overdrive. Dean was more than happy to realize, though, that the two of them were rather fond of the same flavor of pie.Â
With the loss of his grace came the depletion of his strength. He was no longer invincible to man-made weaponry. Because of this, and since Sam and Deanâs jobs were so physically demanding, they spent weeks in training. Blades, firearms, and hand-to-hand all had their challenges, but (Y/N) was a quick learner, something the brothers respected him highly for. Within a month and a half, he was on the road with them, hopping from case to case.Â
Saving people, hunting things, the family business.Â
And true it was. The time he had spent with Castiel and the Winchesters was extensive, and there was never a dull moment. Away from the darkness and the monsters that crept in the night, Sam and Dean were playful jokesters. Childish, yet mature when they needed to be. It was noticeable that Castiel had also developed certain aspects of their personalities, as he was more lighthearted than when (Y/N) first met him. As time passed, (Y/N), too, started to display those characteristics. He felt like a member of the team. A real Winchester. For the first time since the fall, he felt at home.Â
*~*
(Y/N) had been to a handful of bars since he turned human, before becoming an honorary member of the Winchester family, and there was one fact he could confidently state; he didnât like them.Â
Sure, he met some rather nice people while at said bars, mainly the middle-aged female bartenders who gave off a motherly aura, but with every kind individual he saw, he encountered twice as many assholes. Those were the ones that drunkenly called him slurs even though they knew nothing about him, the ones that shoved him out of the way when they wanted to get to the bar, or the ones that continuously pushed their limits on his personal boundaries.
Unfortunately, he had experienced the latter more than he would have liked.
He couldnât quite describe how he felt when he had those interactions. When a bar patron would press themselves against his back or chest, touch his ass or thighs, or even leave kisses on his neck, shoulders, cheeks, and lips. It was decided, though, that he was extremely uncomfortable. Why would he possibly feel that way? He assumed that touches and kisses were how humans expressed affection towards one another. So, why didnât he like it? He chalked it up to not being used to that form of affection or affection in general. Surely, he was bound to get comfortable with it eventually.Â
After-hunt celebrations were common with the Winchesters. Either the day of or the night after, they would all gather at the nearest watering hole, grab a drink or two, and then head back to the motel. Sometimes, Sam or Dean would abandon the group to retreat with a romantic partner, but (Y/N) would always stick with Castiel and the remaining brother. He never had any interest in human relations. It was a new, complex situation outside of learning to be human. He was just getting used to that concept, and he had no desire to learn about other aspects of humanity yet.Â
Classy Clineâs sat on the edge of a small town in Washington state. While its name suggested an upscale establishment, the place was, in all actuality, a shit hole. The booths and barstools were ripped at every corner of the seam, the tables were chipped and scuffed, and it appeared as if the employees hadnât swept or mopped the floor in well over a decade. They had all been to nasty bars in the past, but Classy Clineâs took the cake.
âI donât even wanna drink from this glass,â Sam mumbled as he eyed the pint glass Dean had placed in front of him.Â
While aesthetics werenât on Clineâs side, the beer looked more than appetizing. An amber/gold liquid, topped with a beautiful, white head. Any beer enthusiast would foam at the mouth at the sight. The glasses, contrary to the floors, looked spotless. If they had put as much effort into cleaning the building as they did disinfecting the glassware, lines would be out the door, and Cline would be a millionaire.
âOh, donât be a baby, Sammy,â Dean rolled his eyes and gave a beer to (Y/N) and Castiel. âIt may not live up to its name, but the beer sure looks good.â
âThank you, Dean,â (Y/N) and Castiel spoke in unison.
âIâll never get used to that,â Dean shook his head and sat down next to his brother. âItâs as if you two are constantly in sync.â
(Y/N) furrowed his brows as he cupped the glass with one hand, condensation coating his palm. âWeâre an American boy band from the 90âs?â He cocked his head to the side.
Dean froze, the glass inches from his lips as he shot him a questioning glance. âWhile Iâm proud of you for remembering what I taught you about music, thatâs not what I meant. âIn syncâ. Two separate words.â
âOhâŚâ
â(Y/N) and I have worked together for well over a century. Weâre bound to have some similarities.â Castiel explained.
Dean shrugged. âI guess youâre right,â he took a sip of his beer.
(Y/N) noted Samâs hesitancy to drink, so he took a moment to examine the liquid himself. It looked clean, safe, and better than many other beers he had drank before. He took a swig and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was still very cold. A layer of foam coated his upper lip. Sam picked up his glass and examined the bottom.
âWill you stop that?â Dean scolded. âThe beer is fine, Sam, youâre not going to die. You look like an idiot.â
âWell, excuse me for being skeptical, Dean! Have you seen the state of this place? I believe I have a right to be concerned.â Sam hissed.
âThe beer is very pleasant, Sam,â (Y/N) smiled as he took another long swig, downing half the pint.Â
Sam slowly nodded. âI can tell,â he mumbled and glanced down at his glass. He hesitated for a moment before he took a careful sip, letting the liquid rest against his tastebuds before he swallowed. He hummed and raised his brows. âWow, thatâs pretty good.â
âSee? Your big brother knows a thing or two about beer,â Dean smiled.
A bartender waltzed into view - an overworked twenty-something with her dirty blonde hair tossed back into a bun that she should have fixed hours ago. She sat a rocks glass in front of (Y/N), the ice emanating a clink inside as it shifted. He stared and intensely studied the dark liquid.
âIâm sorry, maâam, but I didnât order this,â he looked up at her.
The bartender sighed and gestured towards the bar. âThe man over there sent it,â she grumbled, her voice unenthusiastic and laced with exhaustion. She didnât give him any time to further investigate before she swiveled through the booths and tables, vanishing into the crowd of regulars.Â
The group looked at the drink with curiosity before their attention shifted to the bar. Only one of the patrons had their gaze glued to the hunters. He looked to be in his mid-forties, with short, salt-and-pepper hair decorating the top of his head and a beard to match. Age lines crinkled the corners of his mouth and eyes. A leather jacket covered his broad shoulders and the jeans he wore left little to the imagination. When (Y/N)âs eyes connected with the strangerâs, the man smirked and winked. (Y/N) continued to stare at him, lips slightly parted, until he felt an elbow in his side. His gaze shot over to the eldest Winchester.
âGive him a smile and a wave. That shows him you appreciate it.â Dean said through a smile.
âOh,â (Y/N) raised his brows and looked back at the man, whose eyes were still on him. He gave a small smile, followed by a timid wave.
The stranger grinned before he turned his head away. (Y/N) looked down and studied the glass once more. The liquid was a slightly darker shade than the beer, but more transparent. When he picked it up, the liquid sloshed inside. The smell was strong but slightly sweet. Whiskey. A sip of it caused him to cringe. It was Fireball. Not the best choice to send a stranger across the bar, but to each their own.Â
Dean leaned in close to him, his cheeky grin still prominent. âYou should go over and talk to him.â
âWhy?â
âHe just gave you a drink. He wants to talk to you.â
(Y/N) gave Dean a confused stare. âHow does that-â
âIt doesnât matter.â Dean waved him off. âHeâs flirting with you by sending over the drink! You should go flirt back.â
(Y/N) looked from the drink to Dean, from Dean to the stranger. He was a very attractive man, but (Y/N) was far from interested in flirtation. However, if Dean thought he should, what could go wrong? He trusted Deanâs advice.
Hesitantly, (Y/N) stood, the glass of Fireball in hand, and made his way over to the bar where the gentleman sat. He took the empty barstool next to him. The man looked at him out of the corner of his eye and smirked.
âGood to see you up close,â he said and turned his body to face (Y/N). âYouâre even cuter than I thought. Chris,â he held out his hand.
This is a handshake. This is how strangers greet each other.
(Y/n) grasped Chrisâ hand and shook it gently. He noticed how firm his grip was. âMy name is (Y/N),â he said.
Chris smirked. âA beautiful name for a beautiful man,â he pulled his hand away and casually placed it on (Y/N)âs knee. âIâve been coming here for, close to, fifteen years, and I have never seen anyone as good-looking as yourself. You new around here?â
(Y/N)âs eyes shifted to Chrisâ hand before they returned to his face. âMy friends and I are on a trip.â He replied. Itâs a classic lie most hunters use and one that was taught to him early on in his training.
âAh, and how long will you be staying?â
âI believe this is the last night weâre here.â
âYouâre not sure?â
âMy friend, Dean, drives us. He knows more about our itinerary than I do.â
âA âgo with the flowâ kind of man. I like it.â
As they continued to talk, Chrisâ hand ventured further up (Y/N)âs thigh, squeezing the flesh on his leg from time to time. Simple conversation switched to flirting rather quickly, the majority of it one-sided. What started as cheesy âfirst dateâ type questions turned risque in the blink of an eye. At first, they were easy questions that (Y/N) could answer without an issue, but once they started to get dirty, his mind turned blank. Half the vocabulary Chris used was new to him. While he knew all of them revolved around sex, he couldnât quite pinpoint the definition, regardless of the context clues provided.Â
He could feel the familiar pit in his stomach as the questions droned on. The sensation that he couldnât quite give a title to yet. At least, not an accurate one. âUncomfortableâ seemed as if it fit too loosely for the circumstance. It felt as if there were a swarm of bees buzzing around in his stomach, moving from his gut to his chest periodically.
Chris leaned in close to (Y/N)âs ear, his warm, whiskey-filled breath caressing his cheek. (Y/N)âs eyes were cast down. He had lost the ability to maintain constant eye contact when the mood shifted, and the bees began their attack.
âWhat do you say we get out of here?â Chris asked. âI could show you a thing or two.â
When Chrisâs hand landed on (Y/N)âs crotch, every muscle in his body was on fire as they clenched tightly. (Y/N)âs eyes went wide and his body froze. The bees didnât just fly, they infiltrated his entire nervous system. He felt an overwhelming need to retreat like one would in a battle they knew they couldnât win. But he wasnât in a battle. It was a simple conversation. Why did he feel like that?
Chris pressed small kisses on the back of (Y/N)âs ear. (Y/N) inhaled and turned his head slightly, the need to get away from Chris strong. Chris immediately stopped and opened his eyes. He paused for a moment before he pulled away and sighed.
âI see youâre not as interested as I thought you were,â he gave a tight smile, pulled out his wallet, and slammed a twenty on the bar. âThanks for nothing.â He grumbled before he got up and stormed away.
With his presence gone, (Y/N) felt a sense of peace and ease wash over him. The beating of his heart inside his chest began to lessen and return to a normal pace. With a glance down at his hand, he noticed the way his fingertips trembled. That hadnât been the first time someone else had gotten so bold with touching him, and he was certain it wouldnât be the last. When was that feeling going to go away?
After a minute or so passed, he was able to compose himself enough to stand from the barstool and wander back to the table where Sam, Dean, and Castiel sat. He joined them without a word, not wanting to interrupt their conversation, and grabbed his lukewarm beer. There was no chance he was going to drink anymore that night. Not with his stomach as uneasy as it was.
âHey, you okay?â Sam asked.
âIâm fine,â (Y/N) spoke.
âYou sure?â Dean chimed in. âGuy looked like he had a stick up his ass when he left.
(Y/N) shrugged. âI believe he just wanted to leave.â He tried to keep his voice as straight as possible. He could tell his nerves hadnât fully recovered.
Dean shook his head. âWell, his loss.â
*~*
One thing (Y/N) adored about being human was the way showers made him feel after a hunt. He never quite realized how tense his muscles could get until the hot water caressed his limbs. It was as if all the adrenaline was washed from his body. It made him feel refreshed. Renewed.
That night, he got the last shower. The water wasnât as hot as other showers he had taken, but he would accept warm any day. By the time he left the bathroom, clad in a pair of night pants and a loose t-shirt courtesy of the youngest Winchester, Sam, Dean, and Castiel were dressed to leave. Another post-hunt celebration. Dean glanced at (Y/N).
âYouâre not coming?â He asked.Â
(Y/N) shook his head and walked over to his bed. âNot tonight, no.â
âWhy not? You never miss out on a bar.â
(Y/N) settled into the bed, and sat up with his legs crossed. âI notice that humans get very physical when they are at bars. Iâm not quite used to it yet, so I think Iâm going to wait until Iâm ready.â
âReady for what, (Y/N)?â Castiel asked.
âThe touching.â
The three of them shared a concerned look before Sam waved his hand dramatically, eyes closed tightly.Â
âWait,â he reached a hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose. âWhat do you mean âget used toâ?â
âWell, Iâm not accustomed to the way humans express attraction. I surely wasnât aware that there was as much physical contact involved. So, I figured it was something I would be more comfortable with as time went on. I mean, I never knew strangers were so interested in touching each otherâs genitalia.â
They all furrowed their brows, confusion etched perfectly on their faces, and slowly made their way over to the bed. Sam sat at the edge next to (Y/N), Dean stood next to him, and Castiel sat on the opposite side of the bed from Sam.
â(Y/N),â Sam started, his voice soft and steady, the same voice he used when talking to the families of victims. âHave youâŚgiven these people permission to touch you?â
(Y/N) cocked his head to the side, slightly taken aback by the question, as it was something he had never even considered before. Had he permitted them to touch him? He could not recall. Then again, he didnât remember them asking. He took a moment to think back on the times he had been in bars since he became human.
âNo,â he answered. âThe first couple of times it happened, I pulled away from the touch, as it made me rather uncomfortable, but they would just get upset. One man told me it was wrong to âlead him onâ and then deny his touch. After that, I let people touch me. I would like a break from it for tonight.â
â(Y/N), other humans need permission to touch you,â Castiel said.
âBut they get upset-â
âTo Hell with them being upset,â Dean interjected. âNo one has a right to touch you, especially if you donât want them to.â
âIs that why that one guy left the last bar we went to left? You wouldnât let him touch you?â Sam asked.
(Y/N) could feel his cheeks and neck heat up. He suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to hide his face. Was it because of the answer to the question? Was it because of the question itself? He couldnât quite pinpoint the origin of the sense of dread, but he knew it wasnât going to vanish anytime soon.
He shook his head, eyes cast down to his hands. âI let him touch me. I assume it was because I didnât respond when he asked me to leave with him.â
Deanâs jaw clenched as he ran a hand down his face. âSon of a bitch,â he growled and began to lightly pace between the motel beds.
Sam slowly shook his head. â(Y/N), those people are horrible. You should never touch someone without consent, and you should never let anyone touch you if you are uncomfortable with it. Do you understand?â His eyes were laced with sympathy.
(Y/N) went to say something, but he felt a lump in his throat prevent him from doing so. Instead, he just gave a short, brief nod.
âI can only imagine how tough it was to become human. To lose all that power. You may not have the power to heal us anymore or read othersâ minds, but you are still your own person, (Y/N). You have the power to tell people to keep their hands off of you. You have the power to let yourself have a good time at these places. It doesnât matter what other people think about your choices. In the end, all that matters is you, okay?â
âOkay,â he replied, his voice shaky and barely above a whisper.Â
(Y/N) sniffled, and he felt as if his head was pulsing. Tears sprung to the corner of his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks. For the first time since he lost his grace, he cried. It wasnât loud and dramatic, but, rather, soft.
It explained so much. How he hated the way bar patrons touched him, the sinking feeling when they got too close, the panic that coursed through his veins. That was no flaw on his part, but a flaw on the strangers. What they did was wrong, not him.
And that validation broke him.
(Y/N) immediately knew he hated crying. His chest ached as the silent sobs racked his body. In a way, it was relieving, though. It felt as if all of the pent-up discomfort was being released. As if he was reborn. Still, it hurt worse than it did comfort him.
Castiel was the first to respond as he placed a gentle hand against (Y/N)âs back, Sam, being the closest, engulfed him in a near bone-shattering embrace, and Dean halted his paces to kneel beside the bed, one of his hands landing on the small of his back. (Y/N) closed his eyes tight and leaned his head against Samâs chest. Their touch made him feel safe. This was a good touch. This was how touch should make him feel. He shouldnât be forced to feel uncomfortable to please others, because, in reality, some people arenât going to like him, even if the reasons are far from valid. It was a harsh reality, but as long as he had his family by his side, he didnât mind if the whole world hated him.
After a few quiet minutes, filled with silent cries, the tears stopped. (Y/N)âs eyes were bright red and puffy, and he occasionally sniffled.
âHey,â Dean said, his voice soothing.
(Y/N) lifted his head from Samâs chest and glanced over at him. Sam pulled back a bit so the embrace wasnât nearly as intense.
âIf youâre ever in a situation like that, where some douchebag wonât keep his hands off of you, all you have to do is say the word and weâll kick his ass for you.â
âWhat if itâs a woman?â He asked quietly.
Dean opened his mouth to give a quick answer but shut it as he thought about it. âThen we will have Cas bring Jody or Charlie in to kick her ass. The point is; fuck everyone else.â
(Y/N) furrowed his brows. âDoes that not mean to have intercourse with them?â
Dean sighed. âSam, Cas, a little help?â
âWhat Dean is trying to say,â Castiel chimed in. âIs that you should not prioritize other peoplesâ desires over your comfort. You are more important than a stranger. They are not important, you are, and what other people think doesnât matter. If someone does not listen to you when you deny them, we will do everything in our power to protect you. We still care about you, and want whatâs best for you.â
Dean pressed his lips together and nodded. âCouldnât have said it better myself. Thatâs exactly what I meant.â
Sam rolled his eyes, but couldnât hold back his smirk. âLook, we know how tough it is to be human. Dean and I have been dealing with this our whole lives. We know that there are setbacks that come with the package, but there are also a ton of fun experiences. We donât want some jackass to ruin it for you. Cas said it better than Dean or I could. We care about you and want to do everything we can to look out for you. You deserve it.â
The tears reappeared, but they werenât tears of sadness. They were tears of joy. Of relief. As if his heart would burst with all the love and care his friends will it with. (Y/N) took a moment to wrap his arms around each of them in an individual hug to show his appreciation.Â
âThank you. I am very grateful to have friends like you.â He smiled warmly.
Dean smiled before he cleared his throat and waved him off. âAlright, enough of the chick-flick crap,â he said as he stood from his spot on the floor, a groan escaping his throat that he tried not to make too noticeable. âWhat do you say we skip the bar tonight, order some takeout, and watch a movie? I hear Roadhouse is on at seven.â
(Y/N) cocked his head to the side. âWhatâs Roadhouse?â
Dean froze, wide-eyed. His jaw dropped in shock. ââWhatâs Roadhouseâ?â He repeated in disbelief. âAction movie? Patrick Swayze? Sam Elliott? Kelly Lumch? Julie Michaels? Keith David!?â With each name, his voice got louder.
âAre those actors?â
âI-â Dean threw his hands up as he turned his back on him and began to pace around the room once more.
(Y/N) flashed a worried look at Castiel, then Sam. Sam shook his head and chuckled.Â
âDeanâs just being dramatic,â he whispered, which caused (Y/N) to let out a sigh of relief.
âI am not being dramatic!â Dean retorted before he stopped, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. âThis is all my fault. I was so focused on teaching him about good music that movies never crossed my mind. Have you at least seen Indiana Jones?â
âIndianaâŚas in the state?â
âIf it makes you feel any better, (Y/N), I, too, have yet to see Roadhouse or Indiana Jones,â Castiel said.
Dean deadpanned. âI have some work to do. Sam, go get us some food. I need to make a list of movies for them to watch.â
Sam snorted as he stood from his spot on the bed. âYeah, yeah. Just text me what you guys want.â He mumbled and retrieved his jacket from the back of one of the chairs.
As Sam left to get them food, Dean began to ramble on about movies he determined (Y/N) and Castiel had to watch, most of which were either action or old westerns. He talked with such passion regarding the films that (Y/N) couldnât help but smile. Dean was right, the opinions of others didnât matter, especially those whose only goal was to satisfy their selfish desires, disregarding othersâ wellbeing. They were foolish, scum, true lions in sheepâs clothing. Those hidden evil beings could make themselves look innocent. (Y/N) didnât need to please them. Didnât need to make them happy. He only wanted to make his family happy, just as they did him. For how much theyâve helped him on his treacherous journey into manhood, they deserve it, for they have taught him the most valuable lesson of all;
His worth was priceless.
âŚ
âHey, are you even listening?â
#Supernatural#SPN#supernatural scribe#spn x reader#supernatural x reader#Supernatural x Reader#SPN x Reader#spn#supernatural#Dean Winchester#dean winchester#Sam Winchester#sam winchester#team free will#tfw#Team Free Will x Reader#request#supernatural imagine#castiel#male!reader#supernatural x male!reader
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Dean Winchester (Supernatural) x GN!Hunter!Reader
Disclaimers: The only character I own is the reader insert.
Authorâs Notes: Iâm writing this the day after I swore Iâd never do angst. Ironic, huh. Iâm working on getting more power across in my words- hopefully that shows.
Anyhow, this is set after <S2 SPOILER> John dies saving Dean. Obviously, given the nature of his passing, Dean canât talk to Sam about it- but in this story he has someone he can talk to.
Icons by @gosling-girlx !! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
As always, all notes are very much appreciated!
Content/Content Warnings: This is angst at its finest. A 16+ audience would be preferred on this piece.
âWhat if, for just once in your life, you manned up and actually talked to me?â My voice is loud. Itâs booming, and itâs borderline angry. My hands are balled into fists at my sides, and my jaws clenched.
Iâm just so done. I try so hard with Dean, and Iâm always patient. When he doesnât want to talk, I donât pry. Iâm there for him whenever he needs me, however he needs me, wherever, at any hour, without so much as a second thought. Iâve never faulted him for not being able to say âI love you,â or for not being gentle when I need him to be. And I will always do these things.
But I am not okay with being told to âStop fucking doing that,â âthatâ being me trying to ask him if heâs okay. I let him get away with a lot of things, maybe more than I should, but outright cussing and waving me off? Thatâs too much.
So fine. Weâve been yelling at each other at least ten minutes now. Far too loud for a shitty motel with paper thin walls, surely, but right now I need him not only to hear me, but to listen to me.
Heâs stood down after that last question. His shoulders slumped from their tense posture, his jaw no longer clenched. Heâs trying so hard to retain his scowl, but I see the tick in the corner of his mouth. I see the way that his beautiful green eyes start to water.
No matter what cruel things he said to me, I refused to retaliate. He can swear at me all he wants, but he wonât get the same treatment in return. Because nothing can take down the thick walls of the elder Winchester like human decency. Something heâs never properly gotten from anyone- his own father included in that omniscient âanyone.â
âSo?â I ask, my hands still fists. I wonât back down until he does, I canât give him the chance to roll his eyes and turn away like he would with anyone else.
âI-,â his voice gets caught in his throat. âCause Iâm no man, sweetheart. Certainly not man enough for you.â
âCut the shit, Dean,â the swear slipped out of my lips before I could stop him. I see him flinch, and my heart pangs, fists unclench. Suddenly, Iâm not so fired up. âSorry, sorry. Listen, this isnât about what you are for me. Because if it was, we wouldnât be fighting. Youâre perfect for me, Dean.â
âJust-,â I stop myself, moving back to sit on one of the dingy hotel beds with its ugly orange gingham duvet. I sit cross-legged, back against the flat puke-green pillows propped against the headboard, looking up at Dean who is still standing in the same spot like a statue. âCâmere,â I pat the bed gently.
He obeys wordlessly, a listless quality to the way he drags his feet to where Iâm sat. He doesnât sit, though, a clear tentativity in his watery eyes. âDean, itâs okay.â
Okay to cry, I want to add.
Okay to feel.
Okay to be human.
He sighs. âIâm just not good at talking, Y/n. I never had anyone to talk to- my dad was my boss more than anything, I had to- have to- be strong for my brother, and anyone else whoâs come into my life seems to fit into one of those two categories.â A singular, perfect tear runs down his face. His expression is stony, but his voice⌠while as deep as always, it has a broken quality to it, something heâs trying to hide.
âDean. Iâm not anyone. You can talk to me, you can be broken with me,â I urge, mentally willing him to come sit by me so I can touch him, hug him, anything.
Finally, he sits. I donât reach out to touch him, not yet. He looks shaky.
âListen. I know Samâs been up your ass trying to get you to talk about him. I know arenât big on touchy feely stuff, and I ainât gonna push you. But I need you to stop lashing out at me when I ask you if youâre okay.â
His cheeks are flushed, eyes wide. His lower lip quivers, finally breaking his scowl. A sad, splintered chuckle leaves his lips. âYâknow, heâd do the same to me. Iâd ask, sometimes, after a real bad hunt, and heâd lash out⌠Iâm too much like him, y/n. Thatâs why I donât want to talk about him.â His voice is just a little too steady, almost artificial.
âYouâre not too much like him, not at all,â I say, reaching out to him, but stopping before my hand can touch his. Iâm letting him be the one to pull the trigger, to decide if he wants physical touch right now. âYouâre better than he couldâve ever hoped to be, Dean. He knew that. Sam knows that. I know that.â
And thatâs what breaks the dam, tears freely falling down his stubbled cheeks. He takes my hand in his, holding tight before I tug at him, inviting him to lay in my lap. He obliges, head resting in my lap. I take initiative to run my fingers through his hair, something that Iâve found soothes him.
âI just-,â his voice is broken, thereâs no hiding it now. âIâm sorry.â
âI know,â I murmur. âI just want to help you be okay, thatâs all.â
We sit like that for a while, his head in my lap as he cries. He doesnât sob, but occasionally choked up noises escape him, and it breaks my heart seeing him like this. Eventually, I find it in myself to speak again.
âI know he never really said it, Dean. But he loved you, he did. He trusted you. He was thankful for you,â I tell him, wiping some of the tears off of his face.
John Winchester mightâve been a sorry excuse for a man after Mary died, fine.
But it was clear that he loved his boys, especially Dean, even if it was in his own fucked up way.
I hated the Winchester father. Quite frankly, I still do. For the way that he had put revenge in front of the care of his kids, for the way he treated his kids, even into their adulthood. I mean, making an eight year old take care of a four year old? How bad of a father can you be?
Heâs a son of a bitch. But in the end, even though the bastard never once validated his elder son (nor his younger)- and he shouldâve- he died for Dean. And I know Deanâll blame himself for it. But the fact that his dad loved him⌠that might be enough to make the self-resentment more lenient. That and the fact that he has me.
I wonât let him hate himself or feel unloved. I think John knew that- that Dean would have far better support if he was gone. Iâm know he knew how much Dean respected and idolized him, but I also know damn well that he knew damn well that he was not good enough for his son. Not nearly good enough.
So hopefully, between me and Sam, we can mend the hole in his heart. Help him feel whole again.
But for now he needs this. To cry, to feel. Something he never felt he could, not in the presence of anyone else.
Gradually the tears slow to a stop. He sniffles, wiping his face, but not moving his head from my lap. âThank you,â he whispers.
âAlways,â I lean down and kiss him on the forehead. âI mean that.â
âI love you.â
Thereâs no stutter or pause in his words. Heâs said them, plain and simple, as if this isnât the first time heâs been able to get the words out. I guess itâs my turn to cry, because I feel a tear trickle down my face, landing on his. He grins a crooked grin at that. âIs it that bad a fate?â he jokes.
âNo, no,â I choke on my laugh. âI love you too.â
And sure, thereâs going to be more nights like these. Nights where we fight, and maybe sometimes they wonât end so well, so neatly.
Thereâs going to be more fights. Stupid fights, nasty fights.
But there will also be more I love yous. More holding. More feeling.
And no matter what happens, Iâll be there for Dean Winchester. Always. And I mean that.
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Do y'all even know how much I rotate post-canon Midam in my mind? Like, every day my brain is speed-running a fix-it where Michael is brought back.
And it can go so many ways.
Michael getting brought back, immediately rushing to Adam, and Adam accepting him back with only love and relief in his heart? Absolutely believable.
Michael being brought back, dragging his feet about going to Adam even though he desperately wants to see him, but also he pretty much betrayed his brothers and sided with God, and when he does finally go see him, Adam hits him with the whole 'How could you, I thought we were friends!' and takes a really long time to be convinced that Michael still likes him and wants to be with him? ALSO absolutely believable.
There's so much in between that, and there are of course several factors influencing which would be more likely - like how much time passes until Michael is brought back, whether Adam has been spending time Sam and Dean or not, and how much they told him, if anything. But at the end of the day, there is I think one big question that decides where it comes out to. And we simply don't see enough of those two on screen to be able to answer that question with any clarity.
The question is, how much of their feelings have these two shared?
And I don't necessarily mean this in a romantic way. I'm all for big dramatic 'I love you's and all that, but this would work just as well with a queer-platonic, or purely platonic, relationship between the two. In fact, I think even if they had exchanged 'I love you's before rapture, that still wouldn't answer this question.
The thing is, how much do they know about the depth of each other's feelings? Do they both know just how much the other wants to be with them? Does Adam know that Michael would burn the world if he asked? Does Michael know that Adam doesn't need him to kill for him, he needs him to LIVE for him? Does Adam know that the reason Michael didn't go back to Heaven is at least 90% him? Does Michael know that Adam isn't just keeping him around because it's convenient, but because he genuinely enjoys hanging out with him?
There is a lot of interpretation here on my part, but yeah, I think whatever configuration you put these two in (romantic/queer-platonic/whatever else), these two are just absolutely unhinged about each other. As in they cannot imagine a life without each other anymore. Adam just spent at least a thousand years with Michael alone. That's the equivalent of several human lifetimes! And for Michael, it's of course considerably less, but do you really think he has been this close with, this focused on anyone since Lucifer fell? Since his family broke apart, and he became a general above anything else? Do you think he isn't absolutely thrilled to have Adam, a guy who doesn't always agree with him but likes him anyway, a guy he is literally chilling in the same body with, as close as two people can conceivably be? You think he's not insane about that guy?
Anyway, this got off track, but I truly do believe that how the fix-it goes depends on whether they know this about each other. How secure they are about each other's feelings. Because I think if Adam knows how Michael feels about him, he's more likely to think along the lines of 'Michael was manipulated by his abusive dad and went back to him, man I wish I could have been there and helped him untangle his emotions, he must have been at rock bottom :(' and less likely something like 'Michael went back to his dad as soon as I was gone, guess he never cared about me at all'.
And I guess in the end it does come down to Adam, because while I can see Michael being insecure and not knowing if Adam will take him back, he would also jump immediately if Adam called for him in a prayer or anything like that. Meanwhile, if Adam is angry, I think Michael would withdraw pretty quickly, which Adam would take as confirmation that Michael never really cared much...
So, yeah. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it can go many ways, and to me it depends heavily on whether they (especially Adam, but also Michael) know how much the other cares for them.
#Midam#I have once again written too many words but oh well#I'm not proof-reading all this love and light but y'all are gonna have to live with my typos
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âFive GumâŚâ
Warnings: idk, cringe outdated pop culture references. Gender neutral terms(just wanting you so you donât get like confused <3 )
Pairings: Cas X autistic!reader(platonic), Dean x child!reader
Summary: Castiel is hanging out with Deanâs autistic child, and they have a lot in common.
Word Count: 1,278
Your dad, Dean Winchester, is out on a hunting trip with your Uncle Sammy. He left you alone with Castiel. You donât know what Castiel is to your dad, they say theyâre best friends, but the way they look at each other says more.
You didnât mind being at the bunker with Cas though. Out of everyone, you got along with him the most. You had some sort of mutual understanding that Sam and Dean donât get. You assumed itâs because Castiel didnât know much about human interaction, social cues, pop culture references, and you were well, autistic. Your dad has made the joke that you and Castiel tilt your head the same way when youâre confused, and both donât understand his sarcasm, and how even though your Deanâs kid, youâre a mini-Cas.
âSo what are we doing today?â Castiel asks you.
âI know my dad is protective, but you really donât need to babysit me, Iâm 18. I am an adult,â you explain to Castiel.
âThatâs not why he leaves me with you, he just doesnât want you to get lonely.â
You nod, understanding. Today youâre probably going to do what you and Cas always do, exist next to each other while doing your own things. Heâll be reading something, youâll be drawing something, and occasionally you two will look at each other, and ask how itâs going. Itâs always worked that way.
And that is what you do today. You both go to the library together, Castiel picks out a book, you pull out your sketchbook, and you start doing what you learned is called âparallel play.â At least thatâs what itâs called in kids, but you figured the term can be applied here too. You start sketching away as Castiel looks at you, narrowing his eyes.
âYou wear that jacket all the time, why?â he asks.
âIt brings me comfort. You wear that trench coat all the time, even indoors when you donât need to. Why is that?â you throw the question right back at him.
âI suppose it also brings me some sense of comfort,â he concludes.
You nod, satisfied with his answer, and go back to sketching, as he goes back to his book. The only sounds filling the room are Castielâs occasional page flipping, and your constant scribbling. This goes on for half an hour, only to be interrupted by your stomach erupting in hunger. Castiel does not say a word, as he gets up and goes to the bunkerâs kitchen, and comes back with a prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
âOh thanks. When did we get these?â you raise an eyebrow.
âI got them the last time I went grocery shopping with your dad. He said you were having trouble eating because the foods weâve been getting werenât the right texture, and I remember when I was human I loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you can never go wrong with them. But I know you sometimes just want ready made food, and when I saw these in the freezer section, I told Dean to get them.â
A smile comes across your face as you open the packaging and take a bite. These prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were one of your safe foods, your other one being boxed mac and cheese. You bounce happily as you eat, something you do whenever youâre eating food you really like. And if itâs super good, youâll kick your feet a little too.
You lick your fingers after you finish your sandwich, and sign âthank youâ in ASL, something you do when you donât feel like talking much. Itâs a thing you do with everyone, youâve taught them basic signs like âyesâ or ânoâ or âpleaseâ or âthank youâ or âfoodâ or âwaterâ to communicate when you donât feel like talking.
âNo problem,â Cas responds, smiling at you.
You nod and get back to your little activity while Castiel gets back to his. The silence is nice, you get to focus on you sketch, which is a picture of Castiel sitting down in his chair, reading. You occasionally glance up at him, getting the details you need, but youâre not going for realism. You have your own cartoonish art style and youâre drawing Castiel in it. Once you finish, you show him, and a big smile appears on his face as he puts down his book.
âYou drew that? Thatâs me,â he says, and you nod. âI love it.â
You smile and start putting your art supplies away, as he goes back to reading. You clean up your space and put everything back in your room, before returning to Cas. You look over his shoulder at the book heâs reading, trying to not disturb him. He flips through the pages as he reads. But the page flipping and the silence get too much.
âDicks out for Harambe,â you blurt out, not thinking.
Castiel once again sets his book down, this time not intending to pick it back up, as he looks up at you concerned. You didnât think before speaking, but being on the internet you hear this phrase a lot. So you said it, and now Castiel is concerned.
âWho is Harambe and why are we exposing ourselves for him,â Castiel asks.
You think for a moment, wanting to answer him, but thereâs no way to answer him without sounding stupid and insane. You take a deep breath, giggling a little at the thought of explaining âdicks out for Harambeâ to Castiel.
âItâs an internet thing. This gorilla, Harambe, was killed, so we uh, expose ourselves, as you put it, to pay respects to him,â you attempt at an answer but Castiel furrows his eyebrows, getting even more confused.
âHow is that paying respect?â
âWell it isnât⌠itâs a jokeâŚâ
âI thought jokes were supposed to be funny,â he bluntly says.
âIt is⌠to younger people I guess,â you shrug.
âAnd you said it becauseâŚ?â
âI said it to fill the silence.â
Cas takes a moment to think, nodding, taking in what you just explained. He then takes his phone out and types away and you look at him, waiting for him to say or do something. He pats the seat next to him and you sit and look at his phone. Itâs one of those fruit sensory videos on TikTok that you got Castiel into. Not the baby videos(well they are the baby videos) but the ones to popular music. You and Castiel watched as blueberries and strawberries bounce around the screen to Lincoln Parkâs âNumb.â
âWhy are we watching this?â you finally ask.
âYou seemed like you needed something stimulating to watch or listen to,â Cas answers you.
âThat reminds me,â you say, running to your room to grab something quick.
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Sam and Dean walk into the bunker, and as soon as they see everything, they just look around, confused. The ground is covered in bubble wrap, and the map table is full of Pop-it fidgets. You look up at your uncle and dad, as you and Cas run around barefoot on the bubble wrap, playing with the fidgets.
âWhat are you doing?â Dean asks.
You look up at him, with an innocent smile on your face.
âFive gum!â you yell at him, throwing a pop-it fidget at him, and he catches it. âStimulate your senses!â
âI think they are making a joke, because this is a way to stimulate our feeling sense, which is something people on the spectrum often do,â Castiel explains to Dean.
âYeah, I know what they meant, Cas,â Dean chuckles. âYou two have fun while we were gone?â
You and Cas both nod.
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A/N sorry if this is silly, Iâm autistic and Kin cas so I thought it would be fun to do Cas and Deanâs autistic kid. But autism is a spectrum! While this may be how autism is for me, it doesnât represent everyone with autism :)
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1.21 Salvation
-John finally, after some 22 years, lets his sons in on his plans and shows them everything heâs got on the demon that killed their mom and Jess.
-John is such a good character. Iâm not really interested in liking or disliking him, I just love his part in this story. He reacted to an unimaginable situation in a human way. Who among us can say, really, how we would parent two small children if our wife was brutally murdered on the ceiling by a demon who then burned down our entire house? John truly thought the whole world was a war zone so he made his kids soldiers rather than getting them to safety. To understand John you have to understand that Safe and Normal as concepts were destroyed for him. He wanted to protect his boys so badly that he tried to prepare them and toughen them and train them but he also wanted to shield them so he hid as much as he could from them. He taught them that people were dying and they were responsible for stopping it. He put all of that on their way-too-young shoulders all while refusing to trust them or let them in.
Under all that pressure, Sam and Dean created their own world, their bubble of safety with each other. They give each what they need in the most vital and fundamental sense, nourishing each other in a hostile environment. They share something that no one else could ever understand.
So thanks, John.
-âItâs not your problem, itâs our problemâ is an objectively kind and supportive thing to say so Iâm proud of Dean for managing to shout it angrily at Sam. Such passion such energy
-Sam looks like a little kid this whole scene where Dean and John are arguing about parenting him. Dean stands up to John again and defends himself. Heâs Samâs daddy now (sorry)
-John tells Sam âI want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a homeâ which is hilarious to me because it implies that he thinks of Dean as a homeless man (which he is).
Dean glances at Sam when John says this and then hangs his head. Sam is his home. And he feels responsible for Sam leaving school (which he is).
-In the car Sam tells Dean âI want to thank youâ but the you comes out as âyaâ. This happens another time when Sam tells Dean âI still love youâ (or something close to that) in s5e11. Itâs unusual for Sam. He doesnât ya his youâs regularly at the end of a sentence. Jared and Jensen both have typical midwestern accents on the show. Jared intentionally changes his speech pattern when heâs possessed, so that words like âwasnâtâ or âdoesnâtâ are enunciated when normally Sam pronounces it like âwudânâ or âdudânâ with a very soft âd.â
Point being, something is causing Sam to shy off of saying these things and making them sound too serious so he says âI want to thank yaâ which sounds more casual. When heâs lost in emotion (like later when he throws Dean against a wall and says âdonât you say thatâ), he enunciates his youâs. I think this is unintentional of Sam and intentional of Jared. Samâs trying not to scare Dean off or sound too confessional- heâs seen how Dean reacts to that.
-Sam says âeven when I couldnât count on anyoneâ
Dean gave him consistency and safety and the knowledge that he was always loved. Deanâs his sanctuary.
-Dean says the house is âburning to the ground, itâs suicideâ
âI donât careâ âI doâ
Sam is reckless. He has a safe place to land, so he often acts without really thinking through the consequences, and Dean is always there for him. This is the THIRD house fire Dean has protected Sam from. Interesting that Sam asked Jessica, his Dean replacement, âwhat would I do without you?â in ep1 and she said âcrash and burn.â Actually thatâs what you would do without Dean :)
-Sam says killing the demon is âall weâve ever cared aboutâ he doesnât realize that Dean has always cared more about him than about revenge or justice or whatever else. Dean would rather have Sam. Wild that Sam doesnât know heâs Deanâs top priority yet. I wonder if he knew that pre-Stanford?
-Sam gets angry when Dean says they canât bring Jessica or their mom back. It mirrors Dean slamming Sam against the wall in ep1 when he told Dean their mom is never coming back. Samâs anger melts as soon as Dean speaks and he ends up just kind of grasping Deanâs shirt and pressing into him with this desperate look on his face. They look at each otherâs mouths.
-Dean is accepting of Sam grabbing him and throwing him against a wall, just like Sam handles it in s2 when Dean punches him in the face. They have no normal way to express how intensely they feel about each other so it comes out as violence or care when one is injured. Love and need and pain are inextricable between them- they love each other in ways that are painful. So they just submit to each other like Yes, finally something that feels strong enough. Itâs like itâs soothing to express and receive each otherâs needs, even as pain. It has to come out somehow.
-Dean says that the three of them are all he has and âsometimes I feel like Iâm barely holding it togetherâ Dean doesnât let himself fall apart, and he wants to fall apart with Sam here, begging Sam to be careful with his life, to understand that he needs Sam. Heâs saying Please donât get hurt, I need you, Iâm falling apart.
Sam could kiss him right now. Deanâs not holding it together enough to try pushing Sam away or protecting him from their feelings.
-Dean says âwithout you and dad, I-â and I think that Dean obviously loves and cares about John but the real issue is that he couldnât say âwithout you, I-â on network television because they would have just made out. The mention of their dad brings Sam back to himself. He turns away from Dean and lets go of him with what looks like some effort. Dean looks lost and heâs also still tilting his head up with his lips parted looking like Sam didnât kiss him. Sam asks him to call John.
-This parallels when Dean told Sam to call Sarah in 1x19. Dean calls even though heâs still emotionally involved in the conversation with Sam and didnât finish what he was saying. Heâs just admitted something that was difficult for him, and Sam reacted by pulling away, distancing himself, exactly as Dean did when Sam admitted Jessica isnât the main reason heâs not interested in anyone.
Iâm a John-would-kill-Dean truther if he found out about anything untoward going on between his boys, so the mention of their Dad and the fact that heâs in danger would absolutely make Sam force himself away from Dean.
This specific dynamic of Sam pleading with Dean for something and Dean surrendering brokenly to Sam in a Please give it to me Please just take it loop where neither is willing to act makes me want to chew on my own ribcage.
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Yes, yes. We've talked about the futility of windmills and striving wind with regards to all hunters, workers, and soldiers.
But there are other things in this hotel that are SO CUTE.
Dean and Cas are very often twinned by their morals and values. You could say that they're very often tilting at the same "windmills." Struggling with many of the same things, albeit at different timelines.
There's also...flowers in the decor.
LOTS of flowers.
Prominent yellow flowers in the bedroom appear between them, symbolizing pesky, bubbling happiness between the two of them.
There's often this concept of "blooming" between Dean and Cas. Springtime. Hell, we can even point to Dean's dance number in s15, "Let's Misbehave," originally written for Irene Bordini.
(They say the Spring Means just one thing to little lovebirds // We're not above birds // Let's misbehave)
There's April Kelly, the reaper, and also the Leviathan blossom (that grows OUT of death). An association to Lily Sunder and her daughter May, born after spring, as Jack will be born in May.
Dean himself is like a valley of death, but ALSO a valley proper, with the capacity for growth and spring-green, and it is this that associates him to many of the Lily characters, like Lily Baker.
Anyhoo, this cute motel is mirroring the blossoming friendship. It's full of Netherlands motifs, including the windmills but also tulips and blooms. The low-lying land of the Netherlands is what makes tulips flourish there.
Later The Empty will "tiptoe through Cas's tulips" as it reads his mind (and his love).
As Dean is undergoing individuation, he too is blooming.
And wooden shoes.
There's an abundance of tulips flanking the bathroom, sprouting up alongside the Dean side, over near the couch. On what will become "the Cas side" of the domestic space... shoes.
Dean is trying not to feel things. Cas is trying not to feel things.
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Anyway, when Cas asks for help, he gets in REEEEEALLY close again:
And Dean gets a little nervous again, shifts, slightly pouts his lips and then cracks a joke:
They've been so mean to each other. Hehe.
After all, Cas's immediate reaction to seeing Sam and Dean again was to lay into them about being failures and not worth the effort and rebellion he put into them, so Dean's cattiness is understandable here.
It's tense. Awkward.
They've been disagreeing with each other and telling each other how they've lost faith in one another and don't believe in each other's plans...which oddly is EXACTLY the sort of emotional honesty that will make their bond stronger.
They keep orbiting each other, walking around and around each other in circles, and moving into each other's spaces. Even without the dialogue, the body language is interesting.
Cas is trying to read him, to figure out the human rules of him not being allowed to move threateningly into Dean's space, but Dean being allowed to move into his ... plus Dean making off cultural references that involve HOLDING HANDS and sailing off cliffs.
Then brushing past him so closely, and what exactly ARE the rules for personal space? Also, we see the yellow flowers between them here.
Dean may be under the impression that Cas doesn't care about him that much. That he helped him on a moral whim and now he's stuck with him/them.
And they're very close to one another again. Dean is fishing for information. "I'm your strategical bait, huh? That's all?"
And Dean relents.
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So anyway, the body language is legendary for a reason, but the flowers are such a nice backdrop. :DDD
Aside///
I love how Cas just marches in on the Cas and tries to be frank with everyone.
Poor Cas. Just a mere hundred or couple hundred years ago, this would've worked. He really COULD march in there and start talking angels and demons with some authority, might have even been able to tell them that he was an angel.
What we call the modern world is still so new. We as a species have believed in supernatural worlds for so much longer than we haven't.
And Dean just... can't help getting into Cas's personal space. I find that so cute about him. He establishes the norms of personal space and then he proceeds to fiddle with Cas's clothes. Meanwhile Cas is just like ????? wow human rules are so illogical.
*Dean fiddling*
Dean, honey. I promise you that if you'd handed Cas the badge, he would've grabbed it somewhat normally.
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Dean *fiddling with his own badge and coat and steadfastly NOT looking at Cas's face*
*can't resist*
Aside/// I love so much that SPNwin poked fun at THIS in particular (as well as SPNwin's John making silly voices).
Sighting on main: Man with a nascent, burgeoning mega-crush tries to make rules about personal space and then winds up being even weirder about space than the person he was accusing of not adhering to normal human etiquette...
DEAN: *buttoning, buttoning, I know I'm taking a while to button this, pay it no mind. now imma fix your tie...*
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You meet Michael again - Cordelia
Summary: The oldest archangel had been keeping a good eye on you the last few days, making sure you weren't in any trouble yet you popped up at the one place where he didn't want you. At the bunker. Pairing: Michael/female Reader, Michael/ Witch Disclaimer/ Trigger Warning: soulmate au, Stalking, Mention of stalking, invasion of privacy
Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating donât exist in their world.
Tagged <3: @elf-punk
While he had found out by now that you are no ordinary human he had hoped that you were part of the people that studied magic out of curiosity and not a need to protect themselves. Well, he was wrong. Oddly he and Lucifer ended up being part of the Whinchster's little group since they started searching for his father causing him to permanently stay at the bunker.
While preparing for an upcoming hunt with the Winchesters, he noticed that the soft voice of the person on the other side of the bunker sounded too much like you. It had to be you. He immediately walked towards the direction, opened the door to the library, and interrupted the conversation that had been going on between you and Sam. "Cora?" he called your name. Your eyebrows shot up, remembering the voice of the man who had approached you a few days ago at the beach.
"Hello, Michael" You answer but not understanding why he was here or why exactly he looked so panicked. "How do you know Sam Winchester?" What an odd question considering you and your sisters have been in touch with the hunter brothers since the early stage of their little adventure of finding their father, sometimes helping each other out here and there. You weren't sure if you should tell him the truth considering you barely knew him and the fact that he dared to talk to you as if you owed him an answer. It made you feel like throwing a fireball right in his face, not that you knew that he was pretty much invisible and would a hundred percent correct you on your improper stance.
But considering he was with the boys you knew that he must be somewhat trustworthy you answer "We are friends". He didn't like the answer at all, companionship with the two was always bound to some trouble and anyone who is slightly involved with the brother's lives must have some kind of connection to the great plan of his father, and maybe it wasn't a coincidence that you were already linked into his path. There is just one thing that bugs him when he thinks about it: the danger. His life as a warrior had taught him many things and one of them is that the future he desired so much, the future with you, his true vessel Dean, and his father back in his life was something he would probably not get so easily. But there must be a reason why you suddenly popped up out of nowhere even though you were there the whole time, right under his nose.
After Sam's rough explanation of why you were involved with them, meaning trying to answer all of Michaels's annoying and creepy questions such as: Where have you met each other? What did you say to him? Why did you think it would be a good idea to even talk to them? Is your friendship on a physical contact basis? Why would you choose this kind of life when you could beâŚSafe? And even after answering all of them, surely not without raising Sam's suspicion on the archangel's sudden extreme interest in you, he was still convinced that it was his duty to make sure that not one hair would be plugged from your pretty little head.
Later on, he watched you silently as you laid the lilac potion that would help them in their next hunt, on the table with the instruction written neatly on a medium-sized paper. Your delicate hands wrapped around the pen as you added some notes to it and handed them to Michael. He inspected your handwriting, cursive, hard to read yet there was an organized aspect of it, as if you had written the words countless times over and over. "I will keep it safe" the blue feathered angel replied. As you were about to leave he added a few words "Cora, I want to know where I could find you. For the potions". Smooth. Indeed smooth. Of course, he knew where you lived and where he could find you but that doesn't mean he will risk you getting skeptical of his behavior if he starts appearing out of nowhere before your door. You should feel like it was your doing, free will, that was what every human wanted and even if it isn't what he knew is true, it doesn't mean he will destroy your dream. If you wanted it. He will give it to you.
"Here" you handed him a small teleportation rune drawn on a paper. He nodded, knowing that he would never use it but keep it close. One last smile was what you flashed him before disappearing before his eyes once again. He noticed that you have a habit of running away from him. That must be changed.
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Let me tell you a sweet little story about me and the two Supernstural ships that most people argue about but that both have a place in my heart and in my mind.
Dean and Cas were my first gay ship, and that in itself has changed me fundamentally as a human being. My first ever fics I wrote when I was eleven were about them. Destiel made me realize, right from season four, that a relationship between two men can (and often is) so much more interesting and complex than any potential heterosexual relationships either of the men could have with a female counterpart. We all know very well the argument of âif Castiel was a woman, there wouldâve been immediate romance, but she would get killed off by the end of the season because the fans would hate the relationshipâ.
I used to watch thatâ˘ď¸ scene of Cas pushing Dean up against a wall on repeat and hide my search history from my mother. It made me feel so many things all at once, and as a kid that was way too young to watch the show it the first place, I knew nothing about what they were and what to do with them. Slowly, over the years, I began piecing them together into a more comprehensive understanding, and as the seasons were coming out, one after the other, until the very end, I shipped Destiel somewhere deep in my heart. I stopped actively watching the show on season 12-13, it my feelings towards the ship remained, and they were so deeply engraved within me by that point that it felt like watching Supernatural and not shipping Destiel was like not watching the show to begin with. That being said, Iâll never forget the day that I logged into tumblr for my main blog, and saw Destiel trending. Never in my life have I said âwhat the fuck???â louder than I have on November 5th.
So that was that, Destiel was cannon? After all these years, after all the (sub)text and the eye contact, and the sacrifices made for each other, Destiel was cannon? We didnât get Dean saying the words back, let alone a kiss or anything, because CW are mentally stuck in the twelve hundreds, but we got a confession, did we not?
We did, and it felt so anticlimactic that the entirety of the world now gets the news about the latest events through an outlet that shouldâve been the end of an era. The confession that hundreds of thousands of people were waiting and hoping for was supposed to be impactful, gut-wrenching and tragic, because thatâs what Supernatural has always been about. Most importantly, it was supposed to be closure. It was supposed to feel like it really was the end, which is understandably a very hard thing to achieve in a show where all the main characters have died and resurrected about fifty times.
That is what we did not get. An end to Cas and Dean, to their incredible story that we followed for eleven (11) years. Watching Dean sit in that room with his head in his hands and knowing that that was it, that that was the end of their relationship, felt like someone grabbed me by the neck and pushed my faced under water, holding me there just until I started suffocating, and then just let me go. A sudden, painful and lowkey traumatizing experience that, in the end, amounted to nothing. I felt cheated twice â CW decided to break my heart with the final moments of a relationship that I carried in my heart for over a decade, and they couldnât even do that right.
Now letâs get into what usually is the opposing opinion.
First thingâs first â I do not and I have never truly, seriously thought that the show was implying that Sam and Dean were sleeping together. Yes, they give each other weird looks but I honestly never in my life believed that somewhere off-screen, within the show, they are lovers.
However.
Whatever it is that Sam and Dean have, itâs definitely more than brotherly love. Iâm not saying itâs romantic love, I donât think it is, but what I am saying is that their souls are tied together with such a tight and tangled thread, that they are two halves of a whole.
They blur into each other, bleed into each other like aquarelle.
A lot of people that have joined the fandom post 2010 do not realize that before Cas, all they ever had was each other. Losing the other meant losing yourself, and the lines separating them into two different people have blurred so much that the lines of the relationship blurred with them.
I personally have an older brother who is the best man Iâve ever met in this life. Do I love him to death? Yes. Would I die and kill for him? He would never let me but yes. Would I, however, offer up my soul to bring him back if he were to die prematurely? No.
The Winchester brothers do it so much that Dean has turned it into a hobby.
If you review his actions and decisions over the seasons, youâll realise at one point that while Sam managed to live (no matter how dreadfully) without Dean between seasons three and four, Dean cannot live without him.
He is not just striking up deals with higher powers and/or demons, heâs not making sacrifices, heâs killing himself because he physically cannot fucking live without his younger brother.
Seeing what a horrible father John had always been to them, they only had each other to trust, to seek comfort in, to protect and to get protected by. I will never get tired of watching the way they instinctually reach for each other when it seems like everything is coming to an end. In the final moments, they always, always strive to meet them as a whole.
And the way their story ends is, if we take into account everything above, so much more impactful. One last death, and of course itâs Dean, protecting Sam like he always has. They reach for each other, like theyâve always done, and the scene is a gut-wrenching mirror of their first scene together. It was that mirror, the story finally coming its full, inevitable circle, that ripped my heart right out of my chest and then patted my cheek with the bloody hand, asking if I was really expecting a happy ending. Supernatural has always been about tragedy, and the relationship between Sam and Dean has always been about damnation.
The absolute desperation of them trying to save each other and not realising that they are two inseparable, twisted parts of a whole will never not fuck me up.
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After rewatching 4.19 Jump the Shark, here's some thoughts on hunting, the making of personal connections, and what SPN is about.
As often happens with SPN, the characters themselves play out ruminations on these themes. I barely even have to write commentary.
DEAN What the hell was that? SAM What? DEAN 'Hunting is life. You can't have connections.' Dad gave you that exact same speech, remember? It was just before you ditched us for Stanford. You hated Dad for saying that stuff, and now you're quoting him? SAM Yeah, well, turns out Dad was right. DEAN Since when? SAM Since always. Dean, when I look at Adam, you know what I see? DEAN A normal kid. SAM No. Meat. Because the demons and monsters out there, that's all he is. I hated Dad for a long time. I did. But now I think I understand. So we didn't have a dog and a white picket fence. So what? Dad did right by us. He taught us how to protect ourselves. Adam deserves the same.
Notice how this severe idea that all they can have is this, nothing else, no friends (even friendships with other hunters is frowned upon, John was noticeably isolationist and distrustful and alienated his hunter friends who loved him, like Bobby), no love stories, nothing but the hunt, comes right from John's words.
Dean's shocked to hear it from Sam. In part because Sam always fought John about it and now Sam is quoting John, but in part it's because one of Dean's long arcs is rethinking a lot of John's ideas and finding his own identity outside of being John's shadow, or mimic.
In season 4, as Sam goes deeper and deeper under the influence of demon blood and Ruby's coaching, he goes colder and more ruthless and more remote, less like the Sam we know, and Dean notices more and more.
DEAN Listen to yourself, man. SAM You think Iâm wrong? DEAN I think it's too late for us. This is our life. This is who we are, okay? And it's fine. I accept that. But with Adam, he's still got a chance, man. He can go to school. He could be a doctor.
Now it pulls back to Dean's resignation--but it's too late, the words are already out there with Dean questioning it. Too late for the audience not to notice.
While Dean doesn't expressly voice the idea that as hunters, maybe they don't have to sever all personal connections and turn off their hearts, it's self-evidently on Dean's mind. He doesn't see much hope for himself. That doesn't mean he isn't thinking it. And it's a very obvious part of the canon story for the run of the show.
As usual with SPN, two things can be true at once. Or there's a seed of truth but it's an incomplete truth. It is difficult to form and maintain connections in the hunting life, even with other hunters in the life. That doesn't mean Sam and Dean don't have any or can't have any. SPN self evidently shows they absolutely did, right along. Not just with each other.
Found family--the forging of connections, the human heart--is part of the life's blood of the story and always has been.
Dean in particular, throughout the series, has been adept at forming these connections and caring. He may at times try to shut himself away because it feels safer. The other people get less hurt. He'll get less hurt. But always he lets them in, he always cares.
It's easier with other hunters. People in the life with them, who understand that life.
John's narrow worldview of hunting, the ruthlessness, that's mirrored in Sam in this episode, and the idea that they can't have anyone else--isn't presented as the right answer.
Dean, as the series goes on, moves more and more into living the hunting life in a way that's by his own definitions, his own way, not his father's dictates. Despite the challenges of the hunting life. Dean makes his own rules.
We also see more instances of people in the hunting life who don't live by the extreme isolationist ideas of John Winchester. In fact, it turns out John was unusual and that hunters are sociable with each other, even if the life can be harsh and isolating. There's a hunting community. We only see glimpses of it early on because John kept Sam and Dean unusually isolated due to the circumstances of his particular quest, the YED.
But Sam and Dean are not their father. They forge their own path.
Most of all, SPN is a story about the connections that form between people--including the brothers, but not limited solely to the brothers.
SAM Dean...all this...it's not real. The dad Adam knewâhe wasn't real. The things out there in the shadowsâthey are real. The world is coming to an end. That's real. Everything else is just part of the crap people tell themselves to get through the day.
You know what popped into my head when Sam said that? Dean's voice telling Cas in 4.22 -- You know what's real? People, families -- that's real.
Sam falls into a dark despairing mindset where all he can see is monsters and he is losing his heart. 4.19 ends on an ominous note
DEAN You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much. You two were practically the same person. SAM looks over. DEAN I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now. SAM I'll take that as a compliment. DEAN You take it any way you want.
Dean's coming to some realizations about his own hero-worship and imitation of his father, and seeing how he's not in fact, his father, no matter how much he fears it (or used to wish for it), and learning how much Sam is the one who is more like John than he is, despite Sam's lack of imitation and worship.
And without their friends who are like family, Sam and Dean aren't ever finding their way out of this thicket. They'd be lost, the world would be lost.
SPN is first and foremost about love.
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đ˝đđđđđ đđ đđđđđ (đđą7)
(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)
(masterlist)
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: Dean has now become a demon and heâs convinced you to travel with Crowley and himself. Afterwards, you and Crowley notice the changes Dean is going through and Crowley convinces you to try and persuade Dean to try and be a little less cocky with his killing sprees and tone things down a bit. How far are you willing to go with Dean and his downward spiral into his newfound demonic nature?
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: implied smut, no graphic detail, intimate negotiations, Dean and the reader killing a demon⌠I think thatâs it? This chapterâs a little shorter than the last couple of chapters.
You were back in Cincinnati where this story began for you. Your clients at your little tattoo shop wondered where you had been all this time and you simply said you needed a short hiatus. Of course you couldnât tell them the truth with this sort of thing. How could you? What kind of a normal human in their right mind would believe you when you say you had been helping two monster hunters in an angelic war?
Yet you were still replaying the events of two days ago in your head.
Dean Winchesterâs death affected you more than you thought that it would. It was ridiculous, honestly, especially since you were still hurt by the idea of the Winchesters using you and tossing you aside so easily one day like they did to Crowley. You hated that you were even feeling the way that you did.
In order to distract yourself from your thoughts of your previous adventure, you went right back to work. You were drowning yourself in clientâs designs and other tattoos or piercings. Your work was enough to keep you occupied at least for the time being.
You were sitting in your chair while you were working on a tattoo on someoneâs back. The lady in front of her had asked for different colored dragons along with different jewels of the birth months for the loved ones that had passed on. You were focusing on the delicate details as much as you could while you listened to the music in your building.
âY/N? Can I ask you something?â Your client asked, causing you to hum and thus giving her a signal to ask.
âHow come you never really talk about yourself with your clients? Like obviously thereâs more to you than meets the eye. But what is your family like? Do you have any loved ones that live here? Do you have a boyfriend or some sort of significant other?â
You were a little shocked by the clientâs inquiry but you supposed it gives you something to talk about to kill some time, âI donât really talk much about family because we arenât exactly close⌠My mom died several years ago but we both hated each other and I never met my father.â
âWow⌠that really stinks to hear. Iâm sorry. What about siblings or even lovers?â
âNeither one. I donât have brothers or sisters and⌠I guess over the years no oneâs caught my interest. Never wanted to look because I hear too much about peopleâs heart breaking over something going wrong.â You admitted.
Then you recalled the way you felt when Dean betrayed Crowley. After that your mind went to Deanâs death and Samâs reaction. You remembered realizing just how strong humans are, and in a way you admired them. But still, you didnât need that type of attachment, nor the sentiment.
âIâve seen what love does to people⌠and Iâve seen what happens when someone you love dies. Itâs not worth the attachment.â
Your answer, though seemingly logical to you, was almost unsatisfactory for the lady in front of you.
âWell thatâs a pessimistic point of view, isnât it? Sure peopleâs hearts break but after those heart breaks there are lessons learned. Those lessons make you stronger. Itâs better to love eve with the risk of getting hurt or losing someone. Feelings arenât a thing to be fearful of. Theyâre what make you human, they make you appreciate life no matter the ups and downs.â
You stopped what you were doing and listened to each word your client said. You hadnât expected to hear some sort of lecture on emotion on someone whoâs supposed to act as a canvas.
When you were finally done with the clientâs tattoo, she paid you and walked out of the door. The next thing you knew it was closing time and you were still thinking about the conversation with her. Maybe she was right⌠Maybe caring wasnât so bad. The Winchesters taught you a lot about humanity and you could see why even Castiel appreciated life.
The adventure you were on is in your past, though. The Winchester brothers surely wouldnât come looking for a demon. Even if they did, you werenât sure youâd go with them.
But the moments where Dean actually smiled at you, gave you that sense of peace, making you forget about the eternal pain of what you were cursed with.. those moments stuck with you even if they were only a handful of moments.
Then you remembered the vision with your mother. What if you were becoming weak after all? You were learning to appreciate everything and yet those murderous urges were still there. You couldnât help that. But what would happen if you chose to be human after all? Was an option like that even possible for you? And would you go to the bunker?
You shook those ideas from your head. That had to be the stupidest idea youâd ever come up with⌠being human to be with the Winchesters again. Even if you decided to be human, they would never take you.
While you were cleaning up your shop, you heard the door open. You mustâve forgotten to lock the door, so when you turned to see who was entering your shop you were shocked to see who was there.
âDean?â
âHey, Sweetheart.â
The next thing you knew, Dean had his hand on your hip and he pulled you closer, taking you by surprise. Was Dean always some kind of ladies man - or acted like it? That was something Sam hadnât told you about when you met the boys. But that was when you realized there was something off about him.
âYouâve changedâŚ.â
Then you watched him begin to smirk before you saw the way his eyes turned black, realizing that the mark finally changed him to what it wanted him to be. âYou like the new me? I think itâs starting to grow on me a bit.â
He certainly had changed, He wasnât the same Dean that you had been thinking of earlier that day when your client was giving you that pep talk. You knew the mark wouldnât let Dean die, you knew that inevitably he would become a demon, but you didnât know that it would happen this fast.
âWhat are you doing here, anyway? I told you not to look for me, remember? Just because youâre a demon doesnât mean I wanted to see you again.â You said, pulling away and crossing your arms over your chest.
âWell, Iâve got a bit of a proposition for you.â Dean said, then he pulled out The First Blade.
âWhere did you get that? I left it behind after your fightâŚâ
âCrowley retrieved it and brought it back to me.â He spoke, âNow, about that propositionâŚâ
âIâm listening?â
âCome with me. I left Sam at the bunker and told him not to look for me. Heâd hold me back from all the fun stuff we could do. We could live care free, no regrets and nothing to hold us back from doing whatever we want to do.â He said as he took your hand and he handed you the blade.
Once you felt the blade again you remembered how good it felt to stab Metatron even if he hadnât died. All of those things Sam and Dean taught you were nice and all, but you remembered the warning from your mother. When you were learning about humanity, maybe you were forgetting what you were meant to be. Now that Dean was a demon too, what would be so wrong with killing together?
You were conflicted, did you want to hold on to the lessons youâve learned from the Winchesters or throw all of it away and forget about it?
You looked down at the blade and you could feel Deanâs gaze on you as if waiting for an answer, âHow do I know you wonât just use me like you did Crowley when you were human?â
âIs that whatâs holding you back? Please, that was just something I had to say to get Sam off my back to let me use the blade. Do you really think it matters how itâs done?â He asked you and you sighed for a moment before looking up at the taller demon again.
âFine, Iâll go.â
Three months have gone by since Dean found you in your tattoo parlor. Obviously you had to shut down since you wouldnât be there and you didnât have an apprentice or anything to take over.
Needless to say, you had succumbed to your demonic nature and embraced your past but only to a certain extent. You killed but you didnât feel quite as ruthless as you thought you would feel. It was a mixture really. It was like you were on an emotional fence ever since you left with the other two demons.
You both, much to your dismay and irritation, were traipsing around with Crowley. The King of Hell seemed to like calling your little group the Three Musketeers from Hell. It had a nice ring to it even if you did hate the manâs guts.
The three of you had been dodging and even killing Abaddonâs demons when they came after Crowley and Dean. If not that, you three were in bars, you would watch the other two demons play pool with humans for money, goose ball, they had the time of their lives and you could tell Crowley was having a ball having a Winchester by his side.
You were watching Dean in one of the many bars you two had gone to over the span of these few months. He was singing karaoke and you were finding out with a quickness that Dean wasnât very good at it when he was drunk. If he wasnât singing to make a humanâs ears bleed, you he typically slept with as many girls as he wanted to.
He clearly wasnât joking when he said he wouldnât be held back.
Typically, however, whenever Dean was done slumming it with some slutty blonde in a skin tight dress you would take the opportunity to get your fill of the first blade. Naturally Dean wouldnât know too much about your own fun you had with the humans. You knew he wouldnât care if you killed them or not, he just didnât really have enough interest to ask so you had some fun of your own.
And it was delightfully therapeutic to take out your frustrations of your internal struggles on these humans.
âWhatâs got you all lost in thought, Chipmunk?â Crowley asked you, causing you to turn towards him.
âWhen did you get- oh why do I even ask?â You rolled your eyes and watched as Dean was being escorted off the stage and he made his way back to the bar.
âWait - since when do you call me Chipmunk?â
âEh, it was similar enough to the squirrel. Youâre close enough to Dean. Might as well give it a shot.â
âOkay well Iâll cut out your tongue if you call me that again.â You said, causing Crowley to put his hands up in defense.
âAlright, alright. Point taken.â He said, âJust wanted to talk about these recent developments with Dean.â
You lifted a brow as you took a sip of some beer that youâd been drinking that night while the other demon spoke, âYou arenât the only one that thinks heâs taking things a bit far with his carelessness. We need to find a way to harness it.â
âWe? Oh no, you were the one that got him into this mess in the first place. So you get to be the one that finds a way to harness it.â
âYou know he wonât listen to reason. The only one heâd listen to is most likely you. Especially since you two have some kind of chemistry. Maybe if he doesnât score with one of the locals tonight, you could use your⌠feminine charms.â
âWhat makes you think that Iâd even be willing to use those certain charms youâre suggesting?â You asked and Crowley motioned to Dean who was already starting to get himself into trouble with security. He was already getting into a fight and they had to call more than one security guard to assist.
âBecause he seems to respond more with action than words.â He answered.
âAnd what exactly are you wanting me to tell him or persuade him to do?â
âTell him heâd get a lot more satisfaction working with me instead of slumming it in these bars. Iâll give you both more details if heâs willing to comply.â He continued as he buttoned up his jacket, preparing to leave.
âI know youâve been putting on more of an act to pretend youâre, what the Winchesters say, full metal demon. But I know youâve changed ever since your first encounter with the Winchesters. You may be one hell of a murderer but youâre a lousy liar. Youâre more like your father than your mother.â He said and he looked down at you.
âDonât take that as weakness. Your father, even though he is the Father of Murder and the king of his trade, he still cared and he even got married because he loved. Feelings, because you know what they are like, can be used to manipulate others. How do you think demons have been able to manipulate the Winchesters over all these years? Itâs through the love they have for their brothers and adopted family members.â
You listened carefully, taking each word and you recalled the conversation with the last client you ever had before Dean came to your shop. You had learned a lot from the boys, and maybe it wouldnât be so bad to learn about what more of those feelings are like.
âIs it wrong to worry about Dean?â You asked and both of you watched the former hunter walking out of the bar.
âI wouldnât say that itâs wrong. I even worry about him from time to time. Especially since heâs no longer the Squirrel I know. Heâs more brazen, reckless, and he makes a hell of a mess for me to try and clean up.â He said and you let out a slight chuckle.
âYeah, rookie demons are always so messy arenât they?â
âThatâs why Iâm.. sharpening him up so to speak. So he can work on those skills of his before he gets himself killed, or turn into a full demon. Heâs only half at the moment.â He said and you looked at him.
âWait⌠Abaddonâs demons⌠you sent them?â
âLower your voice, will you? I havenât broken the news yet but I will eventually. Itâs a means for our professional future you know.â
âProfessional future?â
âOf course! I have a kingdom to run, you know. I canât go partying around here forever. And having Dean by my side may prove to be beneficial. And the offer is extended to you as well, given youâd like the job offer.â
You scoffed for a moment, âYou both just have a thing for double crossing each other, donât you?â
âHey, itâs sort of in my job description. You canât expect me to be on the straight and narrow all the time.â
You chose not to respond, and you werenât even sure if you wanted to know exactly what his plans were for this âprofessional futureâ he was talking about. You didnât really feel like asking about it either, not at the moment but you knew you had to keep this a secret from Dean, otherwise who knew how he would take it.
You and Crowley walked out of the bar to keep an eye on Dean. You started to wonder about something, âYou used to be doped up on human blood, right?â
âYes, although it clearly wasnât my finest hour. Regrettably I think it was the lowest point of my long lasted lifetime.â
âI heard about that. Abaddon almost got the best of you then, huh?â You saw the discomfort on his face when he remembered that time but you continued anyway, âCould⌠could you tell me about what that was like? How much did it change you?â
âWhy are you asking?â
âItâs just⌠I had this vision. My mother was in it and there was a human version of myself. I traded my life to save Deanâs or at least attempt to. And in the vision, my mother said that caring for anyone, especially a Winchester, would be the equivalent to some kind of torture.â You began.
âBut ever since I saw the way Sam mourned for Dean when he initially died, I realized that humans⌠they have to be strong to deal with something like death, right? I mean, given that they arenât hunters and constantly raise people from the dead on a regular basis.â Crowley looked at you with interest and he hummed a little.
âWell, I can admire some humans for their strength. As for what changes you can feel, well⌠You definitely start feeling those uncomfortable emotions like regret, maybe even worry, etc. Then there are other emotions that arenât so bad. Iâll let you discover those on your own.â He told you.
âNow, Iâll leave you to it. Remember, we want to get Dean to harness his recklessness. Try to convince him somehow if you wonât stand in for one of the hookers he goes to the hotel with.â
The next thing you knew, he disappeared and you sighed. You honestly hated when he did that but oh well. You walked out of the bar and Dean pulled up with the Impala.
âCome on, letâs get out of this dump town already.â Dean said in his usual grumpy little grumble he had when he didnât get his way.
âI swear, youâre just like a child. Maybe you shouldnât even drive.â
âI can drive just fine. I can hold my liquor better than all those people in that bar.â
You just roll your eyes and got into the vehicle and stayed quiet while he drove off. Maybe Crowley was right too, maybe it wasnât wrong to worry. You even wondered if you should call Sam.
Several hours went by and you were in Montana now from whatever state you were at before. It was still dark out since it was the early hours of the morning but you were able to make it into the hotel. You both shared a room but you groaned a little when you realized you were stuck with one bed instead of two like normal, but you tossed your little backpack and wallet to the side.
You heard a plop on the mattress followed by Deanâs groan. You supposed being in a car for so long was a bit draining even for him.
âItâs a shame there arenât any bars open right now.â Dean said.
âThere arenât many people in the world that want to be drinking at three in the morning you know.â You said as you sat down on the bed next to him.
You could feel more movement on the mattress and you felt Deanâs presence next to you, âYeah I guess thatâs true. Everyone else is either sleeping off the booze or having their own fun.â
You felt his arm snake around your waist, causing your insides to churn. Surely the human Dean didnât want to become something like this. Something wasnât right but you remembered what Crowley asked you to do.
âSpeaking of having our own funâŚâ You began as you shifted on the bed to face him better. He lifted a brow as he looked at you, âYouâre being a little reckless, arenât you?â
âReckless, huh? Howâs that?â
âWell, youâre just a little new at this demon thing and I was just thinking that maybe Crowley and I could show you how to make things⌠a little more clean.â You said.
âAwe, Sweetheart, you know being neat doesnât matter that much, and it doesnât matter how reckless I am. Did that bastard Crowley put you up to this?â
You bit down on the inside of your cheek as you tried to think. Maybe Crowley was right yet again, and you were starting to hate how he seemed to be right about some things lately, but maybe Dean really wouldnât listen if you just talked to him. And with the way he still had a hand on you, maybe being physical would be the only way to get through to him after all.
You had to admit, you could see why some girls at the bar found him so appealing. You werenât sure if this would be a good idea. You had no clue if there was any way that Dean would be okay with this if he was human. But if this was the way to get through to him, then maybe it was worth a shot.
You moved to where you were straddling Deanâs lap and you placed a hand on his shoulder, âDoes it matter who says it? Remember, I know how that mark feels. And I know how exhilarating it is to do whatever the hell you want.â Then you carefully let your hand down before letting your fingertips graze his own mark.
You lifted his arm up and placed a kiss on his mark, then you could feel him start to lose some of the tension as he watched you before you spoke again, âOn the flip side, thereâs a right and a wrong way to do things so you wonât get yourself in trouble with whatever hunters come your way.â
âDonât tell me youâre worried about my tactics. Thereâs nothing wrong and you know that.â Dean said as he had his free hand on your hip before scooting you up more. But then you felt his touch on your own mark. But this time was different from all of the others. It felt good when he touched it. Maybe it was because he was a demon now too. Anyway you were trying not to get distracted.
âWell, I know that Abaddonâs demons are still after you because you killed her. And personally, I love killing them with you. Kind of rejuvenating.â You said as you leaned in before you started planting kisses on his neck.
âBut with you being reckless in places like gas stations or with security cameras..â You said before you held his hand, âYouâll have human Feds on you along with other demons or hunters. We canât have that, otherwise itâll ruin the fun of this little adventure, wonât it?â
Dean intertwined your fingers, relaxing as he felt your lips along his neck and jawline, âYou really like this so called adventure, huh?â He chuckled deeply.
âI do, and thatâs why we canât let you get caught so easily.â You reminded but then you felt Dean flip you over to where you were on your back.
You could feel your heart racing as you gazed up into those gorgeous eyes of his. You nibbled on your lower lip as he took the arm with the mark and placed it beside your head while his other hand was on your hip, gradually finding its way beneath your shirt. The feeling of his fingertips touching your skin was growing more exciting, yet so wrong in so many ways.
âYouâre holding something backâŚâ Dean said and you lifted a brow.
âAm I that easy for you to read?â
âLet your desires win for tonight, Doll. The mixture between feeling right and wrong? Iâve been there. Why donât we use tonight so you can explore that feeling.â He said and his large hand went down to your thigh, guiding it so your leg would make its way around his waist and heâd have access to your covered core.
âHow did you know I had mixed feelings?â
âBecause you donât know how much human is left in me. You donât know if the human me would be in bed with a demon. Newsflash, Doll⌠Iâm really starting to like this little condition of mine. No regrets. So thereâs nothing for you to overthink about.â He said as he dipped his head down into the crook of your neck before planting hot kisses on your skin.
âWeâve killed and tortured demons together⌠weâve been traveling the road and raising hell together⌠why donât we try a new aspect of this adventure you love so much and then Iâll think about toning down that recklessness youâre so worried about.â
You moved away so Dean would get off your neck and you looked up at him. You could tell that there was very little humanity left in him. If you did this, there would be no strings attached on his end after all.
âSo this is the way weâre negotiating?â You asked with a chuckle and Dean smirked.
âI get the feeling you had an agenda wether we have sex or not. But I gotta tell ya⌠I may be open to listen if this is where itâll go. Besides, getting you laid might help you lose some of that worry youâve got over nothing.â
A negotiation⌠thatâs all this would ever be for either of you.
You bit your lip before you reached up and pulled him down by the back of his neck, your lips collided as you closed your eyes. His lips tasted of cinnamon, whisky, and some cherry pie he mustâve consumed sometime that day at the bar. You could smell the alcohol and smoke from the bar but you didnât care. You felt him nibble on your bottom lip, causing a heat rise to your cheeks. Just how experienced was he with this kind of thing?
The kiss continued to grow more heated and hungry as the two of you discarded your clothes and proceeded to explore one another in ways even you never thought imaginableâŚ
Dean was sitting at the bar, drinking yet again after a bar fight. His knuckles were still a little bloody but he didnât care. He could feel the stares from the patrons inside but it didnât matter. He did what he had to do. Some random guy was being a dick to a lady and he had to defend her honor. Maybe it was a little more violent than it should have been but who cares.
He couldnât ignore the stares of a certain demon that was there, it wasnât you and it wasnât Crowley.
However, he was meeting with Crowley and he just found out some news.
âYou mean to tell me, youâve been sending demons to kill me?â He asked, brows narrowing as he shifted in his seat to face the King of Hell.
âTo make you sharp. If it werenât for me sending the demon chum your way you would have been killed. The mark needs to be sustained and you need to get better at using it, otherwise..â
âOtherwise I turn into a full demon, yeah I get it. I got that six weeks ago. You lied, Crowley.â Dean said before taking a sip of his beer before he stood up.
âWho do you think youâre talking to, Iâm not a saint so of course I lied.â Crowley said, âNow sit down, will you?â Dean just gave him a look, almost one of defiance as he continued to stand.
âAlright, I needed to keep you sharp for our future, of which we need to talk about.â
âOur future? Really?â
âOur professional future. If I have to spend one more night in this âfeated party dish of broken dreams and âbâ âoâ I will cut off my own face.â Dean rolled his eyes at the dramatic remark, but the dramatic reactions are a part of Crowleyâs character he supposed.
âWell I donât know what youâre talking about because Iâm good. Hell, I feel fantastic.â He said, holding his arms to his sides while he spoke. He was so sick and tired of people commenting on how they thought he was doing, questioning his skills in combat and whatnot. He wasnât an idiot and he was tired of being treated like a child.
âOh really? How many one hit wonders can you sing to death? How many of those stupid challenges on the menu can you consume?â
âAlright listen,â Dean said as he sat back down next to the demon, âthe deal was we howl at the moon. No time stamp, no expiration date.â
âAnd weâve done all of that. Weâve had our time of fun and all, and Iâll treasure these fleeting moments forever, but this is not what we should be doing for the rest of our lives. Itâs time for us to accept what we are and go back to work. You, me, Y/N, the three of us.â
âOh the Three Musketeers thing? As ifâŚâ
âThink of it, the King of Hell and Dean Winchester both by his side. Together the two of us could create the perfect Hell. We arenât ending the party, just moving the party is all. Just a thought.â Crowley said as he got up.
âRight, and where exactly does Y/N fit into all this? She mentioned something about me being too reckless or whatever. What the hell was that about?â
âFirst of all, sheâs more concerned about whatever none sense youâre putting yourself through than I am. I just gave a suggestion so she could help you get your head on straight. Speak to you in a way you may be able to understand after all.â Dean rolled his eyes.
âI offered a similar job offer, being by my side as well. It gives her something to live for rather than living amongst bloody humans and a Winchester that canât get a grip of himself.â Crowley grumbled.
âTrust me, she knows I can get a grip of myself.â Dean smirked and the other demon acted like he was going to hurl.
âPlease, spare me the details.â
Just as he was about to walk off, he realized there was something he should also mention to Dean, âBy the way, I spoke to Moose earlier.â
âUm, what?â Dean asked and he turned around, looking at Crowley and he leaned his back against the bar counter.
âSeems heâs been tracking us for some time now. Apparently he got some phone from one of the demons you killed. Some things were said, perhaps too many things. Sorry about that. He may be here by morning.â
âSo you sold me out. Perfect.â
âLook, I donât know whatâs going on with you. Y/N doesnât know whatâs going on with you. I donât know how she feels but I know that Iâm sure as hell tired of it.â He said starting to get ticked off.
âI sold you out, try doing you a damned favor. Everything Iâve done for you and for Y/N has been nothing but a favor. The mark, the First Blade, nursing you back to health, offering you a place by my side has all been a favor. Whether you see it or not.â He said, Dean simply looked at the demon and listened, not really sure if he should take it all to heart.
âTake the night. Think about it. You know where you can find me.â
Dean watched as Crowley walked away to go off who knows where.
He thought about last night with you. He figured that Crowley may have talked to you otherwise he knew you probably wouldnât have thought to sleep with him in the first place no matter how good the night turned out to be. It was one hell of a way to get him to listen though. But he couldnât help but wonder if you were against him too, if Sam had tried to contact you like he ended up contacting Crowley.
He stayed at that bar table for a few more hours and saw a few girls here and there he could hit on but then he saw you walking you through the door. He rolled his eyes and turned around to the bar and told the bartender to get him a refill.
âWell you look like Hell.â He heard you say and he scoffed a little.
âDid you know about Crowleyâs sons of bitches coming to kill me?â He asked you as you sat next to him.
âHe decided to take it upon himself to have a little discussion last night, yes.â He heard you reply and he rolled his eyes again.
âAnd did you know Samâs been tracking us and now heâs looking for me?â
âNo, he failed to include that detail. But are you surprised? You and Sam have this thing about going after each other for years. Of course heâs after you and you shouldâve known that since the day you left.â
Dean hummed a little as he took a sip of his whisky before he looked at you again.
âSo, you think Iâm reckless, huh? I think Sammyâs on my tail because of those demons I killed so you may actually be right.â He said and you tilted your head a little.
âWas there any doubt?â
âYou donât want me to answer that.â
âOh Dean⌠you and your trust issues.â You sighed as he watched you take a sip of your brandy.
âCan you blame me? The sex last night wasnât even for a good time. It was just so I can dial things down a little.â He grumbled.
âFor the record, even if Crowley did had something to do with it, or even if he hadnât talked to me at all, my point would have still been the same. Iâm not a liar like Crowley. Iâm right about this and deep down you know it.â He heard you speak and he rolled his eyes with annoyance.
âWhat are you, my wife?â
âOh shut up. If you want this howling at the moon thing with you and Crowley to continue, I get that. But a part of enjoying whatever life this is and whatever youâre deciding, at least be smart about it. Everything I said last night was to try and help you before you get yourself in trouble.â
âFine, fine. What do you want me to say? Thanks for having a heart? You spoke your piece. Can we move on?â
He heard you sigh and when he glanced over at you again, his gaze softened a little, âWhy donât you and I get out of here? Samâs probably on his way as we speak so we may need to get on the road again. Iâd rather not have him find me and take me back to that blasted bunker.â
âYou still want me to travel with you after you made the stupid assumption that I stabbed you in the back?â
âWell⌠Killing those demons by myself wonât be half as fun. Plus you arenât nearly as big of a pain in the ass as Crowley.â
âUm.. thanks? I think?â
Dean got up and he tipped the bartender for the both of you and you guys got out of the bar so you could go to his Impala.
âYou know⌠I guess I should thank you for picking me up in Ohio. This has probably been the most fun Iâve had in years.â Dean smirked a little.
âSpeaking of fun.. I couldnât help but notice weâve had another demon with a death wish watching us the whole time weâve been in the bar today.â He said and he watched you look up at him and it seemed to peek your interest.
âWeâve got some work to do, huh?â You asked and Dean smirked as he pulled out the First Blade.
Both of you turned around and saw a vessel that was about as tall but not quite as muscular as Dean walking towards you with an angel blade.
Dean started to fight off the demon and knocked him out before you managed to teleport the three of you to some abandoned alley where there would be no cameras around. Somewhere that wouldnât get Dean into any kind of trouble, nice and secluded.
When the demon finally woke up, you held your hand up and pinned the demon up against the wall. Watching the demon struggle was already fun in itself.
âYou and Abaddonâs followers⌠you know Crowley already told us he was sending you. All for the sake of exercise⌠He thinks youâre nothing but worthless scum. Which⌠you are, but I bet that makes you feel so small.â You said.
Then Dean walked over to the demon with his blade before he started to stab the demon repeatedly. You released the demon when it was initially wounded. It tried to swing at Dean but then Dean blocked the attack before pinning him against the wall and he stabbed the demon in the neck with the blade.
After a few moments of slicing and dicing with a bit of overkill, Dean stepped away from the body. His clothes were covered in blood and you looked at him. He was relentless but, it was what the mark wanted him to be.
You snapped your fingers and the demon went up in red smoke and you looked at the hunter in front of you.
âLetâs get you cleaned up. We canât have cameras catching you all bloody.â You insisted and you snapped your fingers yet again and it was like the demon blood turned into red smoke and disappeared as well.
âThere. Clean slate. Thatâs how you have fun killing without leaving evidence behind.â He heard you and he watched you walk away to the car, making him smirk a little.
Then, once you two made it into the Impala again you got into the car. Dean backed the car out of the parking lot and began driving away.
The first part of the ride was silent and Dean was growing lost in thought before he heard you start to speak again, âYou know Sam isnât going to stop looking for you. And you know you wonât be able to run forever.â He assumed you were referring to the discussion of Sam tracking the three of you down to find Dean.
âSo?â
âSo⌠what do you plan on doing about it if you donât want to be found?â
âThat may have to be something I think about another time. At this point Iâm thinking of changing my number just to stop getting calls from the guy.â
âI just hope you know what youâre doing with your brotherâŚâ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNothing. Letâs get out of here.â
Hey there!! Thank you for reading if youâve made it this far in the fanfiction! Sorry this chapter was a little short, itâs more of a filler chapter but there is more Demon Dean to come within the next chapters. Will Sam contact you before Dean changes for good? Or will Dean accept Crowleyâs offer to stand by his side as a ruler of Hell?
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Destiel Fic Recs Part 3 !!!
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yes a part 3? omg i just love these ficsss
Salio (to the end) by BekasStrife
96K Words // Chapters: 31/31 // 22K Hits // COMPLETED
//MATURE//
Salio (Latin): To leap, to jump forward. Right after losing Sam to the cage, Dean finds both Bobby and Castiel standing beside him at the cemetery: unharmed. Alive. Both human. As they fight to move on, Dean struggles to fulfill his promise to his brother, while Castiel adapts to what being human means, in all the ways that matter. Will choosing each other be enough? What to do when Chuck comes for them, spurned by vengeance?
2. Love As An Act of Merciful Conquest by dean35111
15K Words // Chapters: 17/? // 4K Hits // UNCOMPLETED
//TEEN AND UP//
In the summer of 2001 Sam leaves Dean his gun and the simple instruction to shoot first. For the first time, Dean is completely alone. The angels pick up on the distress signals of Michael's vessel and send Castiel to protect him in order to ensure the vessel's safety for their upcoming war. But Dean Winchester needs more than someone to protect him. He needs someone to save him and it's Castiel's duty to learn how.
3. People are monsters by Nachsie
7K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // 8K Hits // COMPLETED
//NOT RATED//
Castiel is the only prince in the long line of werewolves, soon to inherit all of his fatherâs rule. He until then occupies his time as a very known and respectable cop who just so happens to hate the owner of the roadhouse bar. Dean winchester is a human man who cares too much about money and doesnât cut off his patrons till their card declines. Castiel hates him. Especially since Castiel has to come clean up their mess, and deal with the drunks every night. After one drunken mistake, Castiel accidentally ends up mated to Dean, which is suppose to be IMPOSSIBLE! But if that wasnât also a problem. Castiel is ALREADY engaged to a female chosen at birth to be his mate. He needs to clean up his mess ASAP. However, the only way he seemed to come up with is...to kill Dean... Easier said than done, when all of Castielâs plots to murder Dean keep end up with their clothes on the floor.
4. Inmate 241 by Sinwriter
30K Words // Chapters: 21/? // 4K Hits // UNCOMPLETED
//MATURE//
Angry and a bit sad. Blue eyes and slowing steps behind. Family on the outside. Sorry to say we will call you insane. When you tell us about the demons behind your walls.
5. Trope Springs Eternal by VioletHaze
41K Words // Chapters: 8/8 // 34K Hits // COMPLETED
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Dean's in love with Cas. Cas is in love with Dean. That much is obvious to everyone who sees them. But instead of acting on it, these two idiots seem bound and determined to score gold medals in the pining olympics. The staring, the longing, the unresolved sexual tension that's strong enough to combust and engulf the planetâŚis there anything that can push them out of their safe, cowardly positions? Leaving them to their own devices hasn't worked so maybe it's time to pull out the big guns.
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@miltonka:
Why do fans of two characters who love each other more than anything in the world fight so hard? You can love them both. Try to understand them both. They both made mistakes, but they are both just people. Each can identify more with the other, understandably. But you have to try to understand them both.
I know this is the way Tumblr used to work, but it feels weird to start a convo on someone else's post by replying in a thread. So I am just going to keep doing it this way to sequester my uninvited replies to my page, to be ignored or responded to as the feed feels fit!
I do think that this comment was saying "let's just all be friends because we love the same show," but I do want to address the sort of consistent false equivalence that is constantly brought up when people say "you can love them both equally." I do believe this is true, you can love both Sam and Dean equally, but we cannot reduce them to the lowest common denominator and pretend they are the same person.
I think the reason Sam fans and Dean fans fight is because some people find it hard to hold criticism and love for a character at the same time and become defensive. Do the boys both make mistakes because they are both human? Of course they do. But they don't make the same mistakes nor do they make the same amount of mistakes, and eventually we have to admit that when criticism of one character outweighs the amount of criticism for the other, maybe the reason is that one character deserves more criticism because of the patterns of behavior they have established.
This doesn't have to mean you don't love that one character as much as the other. It can just mean you see him for how he truly is and demand better. This is how I feel about Dean.
My criticism of Dean doesn't mean I don't love him. It just means I'm not going to ignore his flaws in favor of some ill-fated effort to treat the boys "equally" by pretending that means they are the exact same person. Treating them equally would be holding them to the SAME STANDARD and going from there.
I think this is why Dean fans find criticism from Sam fans tough to take, because they demand that people who claim to love them both to discuss them equally negatively/positively, period. I would do that if the dynamic between the boys was as equal as the fandom demands we treat the boys, and warranted that, but it doesn't. Pretending otherwise to change the standard to cut Dean some slack wouldn't be fair to Sam.
What is fair is seeing things as they are, then being able to hold loving a character while also accurately identify when the character deserves criticism at the same time. Criticism does not equal hate, it is just part of fandom discussions and analysis.
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Masterlist
Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!
The Boondock Saints
Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)
Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)
The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)
Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night theyâll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)
Last Rites - the Saintsâ final mission (angst, MCD)
Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)
Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. Thereâs no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)
Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)
The Phantom of the Opera
Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)
Supernatural
A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and itâs time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)
A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)
The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowenaâs has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)
The Fast Lane - After Rowenaâs magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still canât find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, thereâs no telling where sheâll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)
Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)
Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)
Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)
Graceless - After his release from the Winchestersâ dungeon, Crowleyâs hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesnât know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)
Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)
Hell And Apathy - âSam and Dean, but not her Sam and DeanâŚshe trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right nowâŚthey were far from the men she knew.â (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)
Howling - âThe court was nearly returned to normalâŚas normal as Hell can get, at leastâŚâ (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)
Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than heâs letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)
If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)
Knock First - no one ever said hunting was glamorous, especially not when working with a demon who loves pushing people's buttons (Crowley x reader, humor)
Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)
Ridiculous And Needy - âYou really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.â (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)
Roadside Assistance - ââŚwhen Crowley got the text from the bunkerâs other resident, he didnât think anything of itâŚâ (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)
Sheâs Buying A Stairway To Heaven - âHis grip felt a lot more reassuring than any strangerâs had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.â (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)
Something You Donât Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)
Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)
Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)
Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)
With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)
The Walking Dead
Bad Influence - âHer warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through himâŚher voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroyâŚâ (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)
Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)
Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)
Get Bit - Maybe if heâd just left that damn door closed⌠(Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
I Don't Mind - Heâd never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this âthingâ was, cause damned if he knew. Heâd never wanted to hold someoneâs hand before, and heâd damn sure never wanted to kiss someoneâŚnot before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)
One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought heâd never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)
Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood⌠(AU, Beth x Daryl)
Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)
Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and sheâs kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Talk Like That - You donât talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)
Trade You - âHe needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasnât crowded with people seeking his attentionâŚâ (Negan x Wendy)
Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)
While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ainât never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
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The Soul Burns Brighter Than The Sun
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If I confessed my love for someone and they Said Nothing I would be very nervous to see them again, Post Season/Series 15, Canon Divergence, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel grows a soul after the Love Confession, Castiel back from The Empty, Idiots in Love, Castiel and Dean need to use their words, and fuck probably, we'll get there eventually, slow burn, Background Sam/Eileen, Season 16 Supernatural.
Summary:
Cas unwillingly comes back from The Empty and purposefully avoids Dean, not willing to face him after his blatant rejection in the dungeon. Meanwhile, Dean is figuring out what he should do about the whole Love Confession Thing when they learn that Cas's accidental jailbreak broke The Empty, letting out most of its occupants. Now that every villain they have ever fought is back, Team Free Will 3.0 has their work cut out for them. Welcome to Season 16.
Sneak Peak:
They peel out of the garage and Dean floors it on US-40 West. A month, is all Dean can think about. Cas has been back for a whole month.Â
For the past six-ish months, Deanâs been trudging through his life, barely getting out of bed each day, nearly letting himself get dead by a gang of pussy-ass vampires in masks. Every damn word of Casâs cute little speech playing on repeat every time Dean closed his eyes. Every time he tries to sleep its dark, and the black goo swallows him up. Itâs in his lungs, his nose, he canât fucking see.Â
"You are the most selfless, most loving human being I will ever know."
And Cas is the most selfish son of a bitch Deanâs ever known.Â
He fumes, his foot pressing the pedal down. Heâll show Cas loving. Deanâs gonna rip him apart.Â
Sam tries to talk to him. âWhy do you think he didnât tell us he was back?â He asks. Heâs got the whole kicked puppy thing going on, and Deanâs chest breaks a little. Itâs one thing for Cas to do this to Dean. The two of them have always been at each otherâs throats. Profound Bond and everything, but to do this to Sam? Arguably Casâs other best friend? Itâs not like the dudeâs rolling in the popularity department, so to die and come back, and not tell your two best friends? Thatâs a new kind of fucked up that makes Dean sick.Â
And the kicker is, Dean can come up with a guess or two about why Cas didnât tell them. Heâs got the full story, while Samâs got the whole âHe sacrificed himself for me,â PG-13 explanation with absolutely nothing else. Sure, thereâs the bloody handprint on the green jacket. Itâs still in Deanâs closet because Dean canât bring himself to wash it, and he canât ask Sam to do it since that would require talking, so it just sits there, Casâs blood dark and flaking.Â
So yeah, Dean can guess that maybe it has something to do with Casâs whole âI love you, goodbyeâ speech, but if you leave the world with that much to say, just to come back and give them the silent treatment? Itâs fucked up.Â
So Dean grunts in response to Samâs question. What else is he gonna do?
Samâs leg bounces with anxiety. âDo you think heâs okay?â
Deanâs lip curls. âI donât give a flying fuck if heâs okay or not. Iâm going to kill him.â
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