#sam winchester my dearest daughter

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i love sam winchester so much why is everyone so mean to him ☹️☹️☹️☹️ he’s so cutie patootie what did he freaking do to make y’all be so hateful to such a wonderful little guy ☹️ sammy baby beautiful baby boy wonderful cutie pie angel please be nice to him ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

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all he does is have big doe eyes and see the inherent good in everyone around him and the world is against him ☹️

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What if Crowley(spn) had a kid and the Winchester’s almost kill them? What would/how Crowley do/react and what would the Winchester’s do?🤔

That’s My Goddamn Daughter!

Team Free Will x cambion!reader

When Castiel locates another cambion, potentially with the power to kill a knight of hell, he and the Winchesters go after her but then Crowley shows up claiming she’s his daughter.

Warnings:  MOC Dean, mentions of rape but really just misunderstandings, blood, concussions, I have no medical knowledge, swearing, reader gets knocked out a lot lol

WC: 2.2k

A/N: I kind of want to do a part 2 to this. What do you guys think?

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“I’m sorry what? Can you repeat that?” Castiel sighed, slightly exacerbated. He thought he explained the situation pretty well. Dean’s eyes were wide in both shock and disbelief and Sam just looked exhausted.

“Like I said before, there is another cambion in existence and she could be the answer to the Mark.” Dean swallowed the last of his now warm beer and glowered at the angel.

“And you didn’t think to tell us this before now?”

“Dean.” Sam started but the elder held up his hand to stop him. Cas sighed, mentally preparing himself for a classic Dean tirade that always seemed to come when he presented the brothers with a new lead.

“You’re hiding things from us, lying. How do we even know if this so-called cambion is the real deal? Why didn’t she show up before?” The angel’s eyes rolled, why did they have such trouble understanding?

“There was a spell concealing her from the angels’ view but for some reason, that spell is now gone. I assumed it was tied to someone in her family, possibly the parent that was a demon. But now, that demon is dead so the spell is gone.” Sam seemed to accept that answer but Dean was more skeptical.

“So what do we do if we do find this girl? Just ask her to come back with us for tea and cake? She most likely knows that daddy dearest was a demon and might want revenge and we are probably the ones that did it or we know them. So what then?” 

Sam leaned against the war room table beside his brother. “Dean’s right. Remember that kid Jesse, he had a whole town under his thumb without even thinking about it and he was just a kid. What could an adult with an obviously powerful parent do?” Dean nodded along and Cas had the distinct urge to smite them both.

“We need to take that chance. She might be our best shot at killing Cain without the First Blade.” Dean huffed, still clearly miffed at being so blatantly brushed off by the angel. 

“Alright fine but you can’t get mad at me when I say I told you so when this inevitably goes wrong.” He shrugged and Cas smirked slightly, happy to get his way.

——————

“Well that was easier than expected.” Dean sulked, sitting on the motel room bed pouting like a child. The woman had been easy to find, in fact it was too easy. She was a goddamn librarian in a small town where everyone knew her face.

No locks on her doors, no weapons in the house. She welcomed them in with open arms after Sam fed her their story of being lost and needing directions. She gave them pie and lemonade, answering every question they asked, including Dean’s flirtatious ask about a boyfriend.

Her head dipped and she avoided eye contact as she shyly replied that no, she didn’t have a boyfriend. Sam smacked Dean upside the head for that when she wasn’t looking. Cas, getting sick of the circling conversation mixed with too much human lust, had stepped forward and knocked her out with his grace.

He caught her soft body as she crumpled, ignoring the pointed looks the brothers sent him. “She would’ve come willingly.” Sam pointed out but Cas replied with a simple, “There isn’t enough time for you two to ‘convince’ her.”

Sam blushed and Dean just smirked, too proud of himself. They quickly smuggled her out to the car and started the long journey home. Now, they were taking a break for the night and Dean watched as the girl slept on, blissfully unaware of everything going on in the world.

“She really doesn’t seem demonic. She’s just-“

“Nice.” Dean finished his brother’s sentence for him, saying the word like it disgusted him. “Are you sure she’s the half-breed we want?” Again, Castiel was questioning why his destiny was intertwined with the Winchesters. Y/N shifted in her sleep, curling up on her side cutely, giving out a large sigh.

Cas stood at the foot of the bed, intensely watching the men who flanked her on both sides, like guards watching over their ward. “I can sense her power, it is far greater than any other cambion. Her blood has old magic in it, she is quite possibly descended from a natural witch.”

Sam froze, his entire body going stiff with surprise. “I’m sorry, so this girl is a product of a natural witch and a demon.” Cas shook his head, arms crossing over his chest.

“No, the magic is too deluded for the witch to be her mother or father, it is more likely that it is her grandparent.” Sam’s eyes flicked down to the girl, somehow already feeling incredibly protective of her. She was by far the kindest person he had met in a very long time, how could she have such evil in her blood? But he was wary, both because of her power and the fear of what could happen should she succumb to that power. He knew that feeling, that rush from demon blood, how addicting it could be.

Dean could feel the heat radiating from her body as she rolled closer to him. The mark was quiet around her, soothed like a feral cat getting love for the first time in its life. But how dark could she get, what was she capable of? And who in the hell was her demonic parent?

“We should keep moving. If we found her so quick, there’s no telling who else would be coming after her.” Cas nodded and fluttered away, presumably to ensure that no demons had followed them.

Dean moved away from her as quickly as he could, a curling in his gut making him feel like he should be repulsed by her but her presence also called to him. He fished a half-drunk bottle of whiskey from  his duffle bag and settled himself in the chair in the far corner of the room. “Get some shut eye, I’ll take first watch.”

Sam pulled a ratty blanket over top of her, careful to not wake her and took a seat on the other bed. “Do you think this could work?” Silence settled over the brothers.

“It’s our only shot.” And with that, Sam settled back against the thin pillows, keen to get any rest he could to escape his swirling thoughts.

——————

A rattling woke Dean from his alcohol induced slumber. With a groan, he lifted his head from the back of the chair he had accidentally fallen asleep on. His neck screamed in pain but that was nothing compared to the throbbing in his arm.

The mark burned and the rattling became louder. His green eyes fluttered open, only able to see vague shapes in the dark room. A shadow stood by the door, their hand on the knob, desperately trying to open it. “Please please please.” Her voice was filled with tears and a panic that made his heart lurch in his chest.

“Sweetheart.” The sound of his own voice made her work even faster at trying to open the door, but it was of no use. She screamed and Dean bolted forward. Moving faster than even he could comprehend, he grabbed her, wrapping a large palm over her mouth to keep her from making any more noise.

Her back hit the mattress with an exhale of air through her nose. Her eyes were wide with panic, her breathing quickening becoming erratic as his muscular body settled between her plump thighs, shoving her skirt up her legs. She tried to grab at Dean’s shoulders to shove him off but using his free hand he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Tears rolled down her temples, wetting the sheets below them. “I’m not going to hurt you. You need to trust me.” Her head shook furiously beneath his hold, on the edge of hysterics. 

“Dean?” Sam muttered sleepily, sitting up in the bed. “What’s going on?” His hair stuck up in all different directions as he lazily looked around the room. His eyes landed on the situation in front of him and everyone froze.

Suddenly, the room exploded. With no hesitation, Sam launched himself at his older brother and tackled him to the floor. “What the hell were you doing!” Dean thrashed violently.

“She was trying to run! I had to stop her.” 

Sam snarled. “Not by doing that.” Dean landed a good punch to his jaw, knocking Sam for a loop but his grip remained strong even as his head spun.

Seeing her chance, Y/N slipped from the bed as quietly as she could but her legs gave out as soon as she rocked forward onto her feet. She yelped, catching the boys’ attention and they watched her fall, almost in slow motion.

Her head slammed against the corner of the bed before slamming into the floor. Blood pooled under her forehead, her eyes went hazy before they shut. “Shit!” Sam scrambled off of his brother, fear coursing through his veins like a fire. He slid a hand under her head, cupping her face gently. “C’mon open those eyes for me.” 

But she didn’t respond. Thick fingers fit against the dip of her throat, and he struggled to find her pulse. When he finally did, it was thready and weak but it was there. He breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s alive, probably a bad concussion though.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean growled, sitting up against the bed frame. “Why does this shit always happen to us?” As gently as he could manage with shaking hands, Sam lifted Y/N into his arms, resting her face against his strong chest. He could now feel the way her own chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

Sam laid her on his unmade bed, keeping her on her side in case she got sick. The wound, a small gash on her right temple, had slowed its bleeding. It wouldn’t require stitches, just a couple butterfly bandages. “I don’t know, Dean.” He sighed and got to work fixing her up.

Meanwhile, Dean was stewing, thinking. She could have used her powers to save him off, to escape but she didn’t. She was just a normal girl getting involved in something that she didn’t want to do. “What are we doing Sammy? That girl doesn’t have any powers, she’s just a kid.” 

“Without the blade, we have no chance at getting rid of the Mark. She’s our best shot.” But there was no conviction in his tone. Sam was also doubting the integrity of this plan but he was desperate. Dean with the blade was far more dangerous than this girl could ever be, they needed her.

“How dare you touch my daughter!” The door burst violently, shattering under the force at which it was hit. Crowley stood, absolutely fuming in the entryway, eyes red with pure rage. Sam and Dean sprung into action, their guns drawn.

“What are you talking about Crowley?” Dean shifted so his body blocked the demon’s view of the girl on the bed. His shoulders were tense, the Mark telling him to protect her with everything he had. But apparently, Crowley wasn’t having any of it today.

With a wave of his hand, the boys went flying into the wall, their guns tossed away and ropes appearing from nothing to pin them down. “I told you I would find the blade and this is how you repay me! You kidnapped my daughter! Lust after her! And then you harm her!” His voice thundered through the room, shaking the foundations of the building with his fury. “You sniveling weasels! I kept her out of this life for a reason!”

The Winchesters struggled against his hold. Crowley loomed over the double bed, intensely staring at the woman. “She was never meant to know. I just wanted her to have a normal life.” 

Dean’s nostrils flared with anger as the demon leaned forward and cupped her round cheek with one hand while the other brushed against the bandage on her forehead. “Don’t touch her.” The hunter snarled. His arm burned as the mark screamed at him to rip apart anyone that even so much as looked in her direction.

A vein in Sam’s neck ticked in time with his pulse while he pulled at his bonds. He could feel the loosening of the ropes around his wrist. An angel blade rested on the chair Dean had been occupying, if he could get even one arm free, he could grab it. “You are the ones that hurt her! Not me!” Crowley snapped but didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Last warning.” But he disregarded the Winchesters and instead lifted Y/N from the bed, taking extra care not to hit her any more than she already was.

Her face easily tucked into the dark material of his suit shirt as he held her close. “Stay away from my daughter.” And with that, both him and the ropes disappeared, leaving only her sweater and the bitter smell of sulphur.

The boys collapsed to the ground. Dean wasted no time as he scrambled forward in a desperate attempt to reach the now gone pair.

“Son of a bitch!”

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Look What You Made Me Do

Sequel to Your Sympathy

Former! Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Mention of Breakup, Lovers to Enemies, Angst, Unrequited Love, Fluff

Summary: After realizing her boyfriend, Sam would never change his ways. Y/N does the smart thing she leaves. She's built a wonderful life for herself and her daughter Theresa. Y/N went to Stanford and now owns a law firm. 5 years have passed since that fateful day. Now her past comes knocking.

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Look What You Made Me Do

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead; I do it all the time. I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice. Oh! Ooh, look what you made me do. Look what you made me do.

It's been 5 years since I left Sam Winchester, who I thought was the love of my life. I knew he wouldn't change, so I did what was best for me and our daughter. Theresa Samantha Winchester, even though he and I were never married. I still wanted her to carry part of him. Does she ask who her dad is? Yeah, she's starting to. I've only told her he just can't be here, and that he loves her. I feel guilty for lying to her, but I can't tell her the truth. She's too young to understand. I'll tell T when she's older.

I’ve become emotionally stronger since then too. I always do what’s best in the long run. We've built a wonderful life here in Vegas. I studied family law at Stanford University remotely and recently opened a law firm. We specialize in custody cases. Inspired, of course, by the situation with Sam, custody cases.

I've finally had some time off, so of course I'm spending time with T. Hearing her giggle as I chase around the yard puts a smile on my face. It feels good to have a week off and spend some time out this summer. T really loves summer because she can wear dresses. They look adorable on her. I have to admit it’s nice to get out of my business clothes and into casual wear for once.

I feel a looming presence watching us. It makes my blood run cold when I see who it is, Sam. He looks angry as hell like he wants to rip my head off. I whisper in my daughter's ear to go into the house. She doesn't need to see this. Sam closes the gap between us. Even though I hate to admit he still looks as good as the last time I’ve seen him. Even if he’s angry at me.

“So this is where you ran off to. I've been looking for you for 5 years. You gave me no forwarding address, just a quote. She's mine, isn't she? How dare you take her from me?” Sam growled.

She looks exactly like him. Those multi-spectrum hazel eyes are a unique trait. So he knows she definitely is his.

“Well, Mr. Perfectly Fine, you never wanted to commit. You even fucking kept our relationship a secret. So don't come yelling at me. I did what was best for her and me.” I retorted.

Sam pulls me towards him and roughly kisses me. I kick him in the balls and he releases me.

“I'm not yours and I never will be again. Go away.” I snarled. I hear a familiar set of tires pull up. My husband rushes over to me.

"Y/N are you okay Resa called me saying someone showed up at our house. She sounded scared, so I rushed home.”

Morgan’s got a worried look all over his handsome face. His brown eyes scan over me to make sure I’m not hurt.

"I'm fine dearest I've got this Sam was just leaving," I replied.

A flash of relief washes over his face.

It looks like the colour has drained from Sam's face. He's a dead ringer for his late father John. Everyone has a twin and Morgan is his. Morgan and I met when I had to travel to Stanford for an exam. Like me, he was a hunter who got out of the life. He did all the standard hunter checks in front of me before we started dating.

I didn't even realize he looked like him until T called him grandpa. Since I still keep one picture on my desk. I've never hid from her who her family is. I told her the truth though he wasn’t. Morgan just looked like him. He’s also a lot younger than him but still older than me. Morgan is 5 years older than me. He and I have been married for a year. It was love at first sight. We were together 6 months before he proposed. So we’ve been together for nearly two years. It didn’t take long for T to get attached to him. She’s grown to love him. It’s strange though she’s never called him dad though just M.

I leave Sam standing there not saying another word. I have nothing left to say to him. I don’t care if he’s heartbroken. I am not his anymore he needs to realize that. We’ve got a life here that I love. I’ve got a family that I’ve always wanted. If he thinks I’m going to leave Morgan, he’s kidding himself. I truly love Morgan. From the moment we met, I knew he was the love of my life. I'll always be grateful for the one good thing that came out of my relationship with Sam, Theresa. As for my relationship with Sam I have no interest in getting it back.

I'm sorry

But the old Y/N can't come to the phone right now

Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead (oh)

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Scandal-induced marriage (medieval AU) Chapter 01

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plot: Y/N the princess of the kingdom of the north, met two young lumberjacks in the forests near the castle. Who could imagine those would be the love interests of the princess? How will the king Crowley react?

AU: medieval world, where Y/N is a princess, daughter of Crowley. And Sam and Dean live with Bobby, the ex-knight of the king.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean, Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader. (no wincest)

Characters: Crowley, Jo

Warnings: none

Father was talking about how should start taking care of some royal duties, sending me off with my maid Jo to the room were we talked with the villagers to know what kind of problems are taking over. 

Jo was a really good friend, not just a maid. We had been friends since we were kids, even tho king Crowley never let me play with the servants’ kids.

Some villagers were talking about some nonsense of flying foxes that attacked the chickens when I saw them. The two young lumberjacks and Bobby were in the line. Bobby looked at me with a father-like expression, he always was nice to me. The other two were looking around until their eyes found me. They didn’t seem to recognize me, which I was thankful for.

The people talked and talked about their problems until it was the time for the lumberjacks. Sam and Dean kneeled in from of me, while Bobby just bowed. 

´´M’lady, it is a pleasure to meet you`` Sam said, blushing a little bit. Looking into his hazel eyes you could se nothing but admiration. I giggled at his actions, he looked really cute. Yesterday they were gentle but acting normally, here, in the throne room, they are nervous and flustered. 

´´We would like to become the guards of the castle`` Dean said, his knee still in touch with the floor. 

I nodded, ´´The king is the one in charge of that, oh, my sweet lumberjacks`` the boys looked at me. ´´I’ll keep it touch with you, my dearest lumberjacks`` turning around and getting some gold coins. ´´Take this as a response``. Sam and Dean were amazed but the amount of money I just gave them. 

The line kept getting shorter and shorter, but never ending. Once it ended I mentioned the boys to my father.

Days later, father talked to the lumberjacks, telling them that they would have to do some quests in order to work in the castle. Both young men went of in their first quest, completing it in the same day.

I was amazed by their strength, sadly, father didn’t give me permission to speak to them and didn’t let me have any type of contact with Sam and Dean. At least I could see them trough the windows.

Jo came to me in the afternoon, she brought me a letter. 

´´Dearest Beatrice, 

We would like to meet you in the forest like last time. 

S.W. and D.W.``

I sighed, explaining to Jo that I faked being a maid when I met them some moons ago. I used the name of the maid that is no longer with me due to her stealing. 

Jo squealed exited to see that I found love, or at least interest in men. She helped me prepare to the meeting 

I went down the path to the lake, finding myself alone. I thought that they were pranking me. But soon enough I heard them talking and walking my way. 

The explained to me that they were making quests for the king to be guards, and that they hoped to be the princess’s guard. I could see the excitement in their eyes. 

I was happy for them, and even felt jealous of my princess self, because the real me, was the one out here, and not the one trapped in the castle. 

The boys and I had a precious conversation until I turned around and saw Bobby. 

He had clearly recognized me. 

´´ Oh sorry, I have to go`` I said, running up the path.

Chapter 02

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Toru Oikawa Letter

This is a crossover with Supernatural, The reader is female and is Sam and Dean’s sister in this letter, might write more letters

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My dearest Toru

I am writing this letter because I have to leave. Something has happened and I have to go home. I know that you want to find me but I can’t let you end up like my father, searching for answers about what happened to the one that they loved. 

That’s what happened to my dad, My mother was killed when I was young and he was never a real father. Sam and Dean were there for me, they are my brothers and now they need my help. I love you Toru and if I live through this I will come back to you, I will live for us. But if something happens then I want you to promise me that you won’t search for answers to whatever happens.

Sam and Dean will burn my body if something happens, Burning the body is the hunter sent off into the afterlife.

My name is not (Y/F/L/N) (Y/N), It is (Y/N) Winchester, I am the daughter of John Winchester. The sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, Yes I am the sister of the Winchester Brothers famous serial killers from back in 2012, Who are supposedly dead, well so am I according to the feds. We all kill monsters, and not humans, real monsters like the boogie man, I got out of that life and finished High School, but now I am back in the life, a Huntress once more and I will more than likely go out Guns Blazing, But when I win in this war and live I will be back I promise.

Love your sweet (Y/N)

P.S is you start hunting than I will haunt you

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Thanksgiving Time

Words: 458

Summary: YN moved away to go to college.  Dad Dean misses his daughter. 

Warnings: fluff

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Sam x niece!reader

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“Hey, Dad.” YN answered her phone.

“Hey, bug.” Dean smiled into the receiver. “What are you up to?”

“Dad,” she whined at her father.  “I love you, but you have to stop calling me every two hours.  I’m in college now, you know,” she smirked as she walked across campus. 

“But you’re my baby.”

“You’re the baby here, loser,” YN laughed.

“Hey!” 

“Dearest Daddy, I need to go because I have to study. I love you.  I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Fine, sweetheart.  Love you too.”

————

“Hey, Uncle Sammy,” YN sighed.

“Did your dad just call you?”

“Yeah.  I could do without the helicopter parenting.”

“Sorry, buggy.  Don’t mean to bother you.  I wanted to ask you something.”

“What’s that?” YN perked up. 

“Are you coming home for Thanksgiving?” 

“I think so.  I only live an hour away, Sam.” 

 “Please come home. Your dad is going crazy, and I can’t take it.” 

“I have an idea…” 

———-

“Dad, I can’t. I have a huge project.” 

“You can’t drive an hour and work on your project here?” He groaned into the phone.   

“You’ll hover over me and want to hang out, and I just can’t. I’ll come home the next weekend.”

“But it’s Thanksgiving! You know what, nevermind. Go study. But know that I am not happy with the choices you are making,” Dean gritted his teeth. 

“I’m eighteen, Dad! Be angry then. You can’t tell me what to do anymore. I love you, but I need to go.” Without letting him respond, she hung up. 

“Dammit!” Dean yelled in the bunker. He tossed his phone on the table and put his head in his hands. 

“What are you yelling for, dude?” Same walked in. 

“She is ditching us for the holiday. You know, she hasn’t been home in weeks. Can she just- I miss her.” 

“I miss her too, and I’m sure she misses us, but she has big responsibilities now.”

“When did my baby grow into an adult…?”

Sam and Dean walked down the steps with a turkey and other Thanksgiving foods. Before Dean could see her, YN walked into the room watching them enter the bunker. 

“Need some help?” 

Dean jumped and almost tripped down the stairs. 

“No way!” The dad ran to greet her with arms full. No offense Dad, but can you put the food down first?” YN laughed. 

“Sorry. Come here! What are you doing here?”

“Surprise!” 

“You little twerp!” 

“Gotcha.” Sam grinned. Dean turned away from his daughter to stare threateningly at his brother. 

“You knew?”

“Hey,” Sam put his hands up. “Her idea, not mine.”

“I want to ground you and hug you at the same time,” Dean rubbed his daughter’s back. “I missed you, sweetheart.” 

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STORY: FATHER-FIGURE (SUPERNATURAL X THE VAMPIRE DIARIES)

TITLE: HER FATHER, MY DEAD HUSBAND

PAIRING: DEMON!DEAN WINCHESTER x CAROLINE FORBES-SALVATORE DAMON SALVATORE x CAROLINE FORBES-SALVATORE DEMON!DEAN!FATHERLY x FAY(FAITH)SALVATORE

WARNING: DEMON!DEAN BASHING DAMON SALVATORE; CURSING

DISCLAIMER: CLAIRE DOESN’T EXIST SO IT’S NOT CONFUSING BETWEEN CLAIRE AND FAITH! KATHRYN NEWTON NOW PLAYS FAITH (FAY) SALVATORE (CAROLINE’S DAUGHTER) ALSO I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR THE VAMPIRE DIARIES!

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“Stop it Dean! Please!” The blonde begged her boyfriend, who was now a demon.

The two are in the bunker. Dean had just revealed himself as a demon to his girlfriend of 2 years!

“Stop what, Care?” Demon!Dean smirked at the blonde. “It is what he’s thinking.”

“No.” Caroline shook his head in denial. “No, he wouldn’t say such things about Damon.”

“Wouldn’t he though?” Demon!Dean smirked. “The great Damon Salvatore, a savior?” He chuckled. “More like a murderer!” He told her. “But I guess that’s your type, isn’t it, my sweet sweet Caroline.” He brushed his index finger under Caroline’s chin “You know Dean would have never callen you back that night. But he just felt sorry for you. A single mother. A sad broken weeping widow. You and that sad little pathetic daughter of yours.”

“SHUT UP!” She pushed him to the ground.

“I know you’re in there Dean. Please baby. Come back. Please.” Caroline begged.

He began to laugh as he got up off the ground.

“Oh he’s gone, CareBear. Gone for good.” He smiled. “In a way just like your husband...dead husband.”

“Don’t talk about him like that. He was a good man.” Caroline told him, angrily.

“Psh, seriously? Good? Ah-uhn. Which part made him good? The part where he killed your best friend’s brother because she wouldn’t love him back? Or the time when Bonnie’s grams died because of his obsession over a girl who never really loved him? Or when he was the reason your father refused to turn into a monster and died? Or, here’s a good one, when he left you alone to raise your baby on your own?” He raised his eyes at her.

“He died but he came back.” Caroline justified.

“Of course, you always make up excuses for those you love. Damon Salvatore was a monster. He will always be a monster, even in death.”

“Damon was not a monster.” Caroline told him.

“Tell that to Dean, he seems to think so.” Demon!Dean smirked.

Caroline looked at him in confusion.

“Wha-what are you talking about? Dean knows how much Damon loved us, me and his daughter. He would never say that about him.” Caroline spatted.

“Well, that’s not what Dean thinks. You know, me being in him, I know what he thinks.” Demon!Dean walks toward the blonde. “For example, you are a monster. A filthy bloodsucking monster just like your daughter and your dead husband.” He told her.

Caroline looked him in the eyes. She sees nothing but darkness. Her Dean is really gone.

“Mom.” They both heard a voice.

They turn to see the young blonde standing there with the younger Winchester. They had just gotten back from a hunt.

“Fay.” Caroline called her in a soft tone.

“Good, you’re all here.” Demon!Dean smirked as he revealed his dark demon eyes.

“Dean?” Sam called on confusion.

“Oh sammyboy, Dean is gone.” He smirked. “And before you ask, no, he is not being possessed.”

“Then wha-” Sam began to ask.

“Doesn’t matter!” Demon!Dean interrupted him. “Mama dearest and I are just talking about your father, the big hero. Ha, you wish. Damon Salvatore was nothing but a murderer.”

When demon!Dean faces away from Caroline, she slowly manages to get her bag and takes out a syringe full of human blood.

“No, you’re wrong.” Fay said. “My father—”

“Was a savior, a good person? If only if he was.” Demon!Dean walks toward the young blonde.

“Get away from my daughter.” Caroline superspeed over to the demon to get a hold of him and she inserted the syringe into him before he fought back. “He was a good man.” She whispered into his ears before he blacked out and she looked up at her daughter.

~~~

THIS WAS A RANDOM THING THAT CAME TO ME! SHOULD I WRITE MORE? PART TWO? MAYBE OF GETTING DEAN BACK AND HIM AND FAY TALKING? SOMETHING LIKE THAT. LMK! BYEEE

[caramell0w]

The Acquisition- Chapter 14

Parings: Business owner!Bucky x Reader (AU)

Summary: You are part of a business merger. Can you make it through with your heart still intact, or will The Winter Soldier tear you apart?

Warnings: More proof her dad is an ass and needs to rot in hell. 

A/N: I just hope everything works out okay!

Word Count: 1564

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I’m in a standoff with my dad, neither of us saying anything. I hear movement behind me, and I spin to see Jasper walking toward me. “Stay the fuck away from me.” I take a step back, trying to keep my distance from everyone. I know there is no way I am going to be able to outrun anyone. Not in my current condition anyway.

I look at my dad again. “This is one of the men that kidnapped me and tortured me, Dad. Why are you helping him?” I want to cross my arms over my chest, but everything hurts too much.

“He stopped me from getting a huge account. This was going to put Landon Enterprises above Barnes’ and I was going to pay off my debt instead of selling the company.” He tilts his chin in Bucky’s direction. “Your future husband stopped all that when he got wind of what was happening. Mr. Sitwell and Mr. Rumlow have been working for me for some time now.”

“So you’re the one who set this whole thing up? Sent them to take me and torture me?”

“Well, Brock took it a bit far. You weren’t supposed to be so bashed up. I need to be able to sell you off to someone else once James is no longer around.”

I’m baffled at his statement. I don’t even notice when Jasper comes up behind me and wraps his hand in my hair, holding me in place.

“James, you’re being quiet. Anything to add to this conversation?” Richard asks.

“Only a real bottom feeder would use his own daughter for personal gain. When we get out of here, you’re going to rot in a prison cell. I’ll make sure I do everything in my power to make sure to spend the rest of your miserable life there.”

The man behind him cocks his gun and presses it into Bucky’s head. Bucky stands there so calm, but I can’t. “NO!” I yell. Jasper holds my hair a bit tighter and I flinch from the pain in my scalp.

“Y/N, look at me,” he commands.

I look at Bucky, tears staining my cheeks. “He’s not going to kill me yet. He needs me.”

“You’re right, James. I won’t. Not yet anyway; but that doesn’t mean I can’t shoot you at all.”

The man standing behind him pulls the trigger and Bucky goes down to his knees with a grunt. I watch the smoke curling up from the end of the gun and I hear a blood curdling scream before I recognize it as my own. I struggle to free myself from Jasper, but he pulls my head back so I’m looking at the ceiling. He leans in, “Don’t worry he won’t suffer too much. Wish I could say the same thing for you.” My neck hurts from careening it back so far, but I won’t give him the satisfaction. “I’m so glad I learned just how far James will go to protect you. It certainly has come in handy. I don’t think we would have made it this far if it wasn’t for that.”

“Why not wait until after we’re married? I would have a controlling interest in the company. Wouldn’t that work out better for you?”

Good old dad chimes in. “Yes, it would. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time. Alexander Pierce will be here soon and we need the contact signed showing the company will foot the bill. This project is going to bring in millions of dollars.”

“Yes, and endanger the lives of thousands of people.”

“Richard, why enter into this merger and the arranged marriage with George if you were just going to devise a take over? What’s the point?” Bucky asks from his spot of the floor.

“The marriage was arranged before this even fell in my lap. I didn’t have a choice at the time, and then I hoped you wouldn’t find out about it,” he sneered.

“You had to figure we would have been watching everything. It’s a liability to take on a company your size without knowing everything.” Bucky leans forward and grabs his leg, trying to stop it from bleeding. “Are you just going to let me bleed out here? I mean, it would probably be easier to let me die.” The smile Bucky displays isn’t warm and fuzzy, it’s dark and sinister. He’s planning something, but I have no idea what it is.

Richard sighs and shakes his head. “Take him to the back room and tie him down somewhere. Get the bleeding to stop. For the love of God, don’t let him get any blood on any more of the rugs. This one is already going to be a bitch to clean.” My phone starts ringing in my pocket. “Answer it.”

Hey drag Bucky off as Jasper pulls it from my pocket and I can see it’s Steve calling. “Ah, looks like the lap dog is trying to get in touch with them.”

That’s right! Steve is still outside in the car. He’s going to help us get out of this, I just know it. Jasper puts it on speaker. “Hello?” I ask.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N. It’s a pleasure to speak with you. My name is Alexander Pierce, and I’ve heard a lot about you from your father.”

“Where’s Steve?” My voice is shaky now.

“Your guard is alive. There are a few things I need from you in order to make sure he lives.”

“You’re going to let me see that he’s alive for myself.” I struggle to get out of Jasper’s grasp and I’m sure I pull a stitch in the process.

“You have no right to make demands.” He walks through the front door, his eyes shimmering in delight.

“Clearly you need me for something and unless I help willingly, you’re not going to get what you want. I want to see Steve, alive. I want to talk to him for a few minutes.”

He smiles as he stops directly in front of me. “You’ve got balls, don’t you, girl?”

I continue my struggle to get free. “I had to learn real fast when daddy dearest arranged my marriage to James. You are not to hurt either Steve or James otherwise you will never get what you want.”

He shrugs, “That’s fine, I don’t actually need either of them, I just need you. James can currently stop this because of the arrangement and the selling of the company at the time of the wedding. That’s in the agreement. Once the papers are signed and everything is legal, the process of selling begins. If you’re no longer in the picture Richard keeps Landon Enterprises for a while longer and we can move forward with the business arrangement. The wedding has already been postponed for a few weeks, we only need a few more to finalize everything.”

“Then why kidnap me and ask he fix it in the first place?”

“We hope there could be some kind of agreement made, but when he attacked Mr. Rumlow and ultimately killed him, we knew we had to change tactics. You’re our goal now. Without you, there is no sale.”

I stand my ground. “Let me talk to Steve.”

He huffs, annoyed that I’m coming back to this request. “Fine. Jasper, take her to see him, but be quick. We have a flight to catch in an hour.”

Flight? My heart pounds in my chest and my legs feel like jello as I march down the hallway of my father’s house. Since I didn’t grow up here, I don’t know my way around. We stop outside a room and he pushes the door open. Steve is tied down to a chair with a gag in his mouth. I try to move toward him and Jasper tightens his grip. “That’s far enough.”

“Steve, it’s going to be alright. Don’t do anything stupid and tell Bucky the same.” He gives me a slow nod of understand. “Bucky has been shot in the leg.” Again, he nods. “Good. I’m really sorry, but she’s going to help.” His eyes widen a fraction, and he understands what I mean.

“What do you mean, she?” Jasper asks.

“Nothing.” I spit at him.

“Who the fuck have you been in contact with?”

Your worst nightmare. “You took my phone, how could I be in contact with anyone?” You better be as good as you say you are, Nat. I need you to get us out of this.

The door slams shut and Jasper is dragging me back into the living room. “I think she might have called someone. Check her phone.”

Alexander holds my phone to my face and it unlocks with ease. He checks recent contact and messages but comes up short. “There’s nothing here since two days ago. Who did you call?”

“No one, clearly.”

He slaps me across the face. The sting burns down my throat and I hold back the tears that want to fall. “Let’s go. The plane to Thailand leaves in an hour, and I’m sure she’ll fetch a pretty penny. Send someone in to take care of James and Steve. I don’t want anything pinned to us. Make it look like an accident.”

I’m dragged out of the house and shoved into a car kicking and screaming. I only stop when they cover my head with a bag and press the cold steel of a gun to my head. When I get out of this, dad is going to pay with his life.  

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Hellfire and Angelic Grace Chapter 11

John was holding Lilana, the light fading outside the bedroom windows, feeling a contentment he hadn’t felt in so damn long he’d almost forgotten how it could feel. Her lips were making a map of his chest and he was shocked at how his body was STILL responding. He’d lost count of how many times and how many ways they’d come together since he walked in to comfort her.

She glanced up from beneath her eyelashes, kissing the hair covered chest that she wanted to touch and taste forever. “I want more,” she whispered and he chuckled, his voice hoarse. Lilana moved so she was straddling him, moving lower until he was back inside her heat and then, once again, it felt like the world stopped. “Dear fucking-” she moaned, and it broke whatever spell that hit when they joined. She rocked, letting him feel every slick inch of the inside of her and John’s moan met hers.

“Lilana,” he rolled and was on top of her moving hard and fast, the way he had quickly learned she loved. “That’s it, sweetheart, fuck you’re tight,” his head found her shoulder, and his lips were tasting her skin as greedily as she had his. “You taste amazing, fuck, Lilana, right fucking-” and with a roar, he came again, deep inside of her as she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming loud enough to breach the well insulated walls of her bedroom.

He stayed cradled between her thighs, their breathing coming down together, their hearts syncing. Her stomach growled and he laughed. “I think I’m hungry.” She giggled. “Which is weird, because I feel so fucking full.” She wiggled and he knew exactly what she meant. He was still inside of her, still coming down, still filling her perfectly. John’s eyes met hers and he saw everything he was feeling reflected. “Think the boys are gonna let us do the walk of shame quietly?”

His thumb brushed her lower lip, that lip that begged to be tasted again. “I think they will if they know what’s good for them.” He dipped his head and gave into temptation. She tasted like every damn thing he couldn’t live without. Her laughter bubbled up when his stomach rumbled against her. “Damn, guess I’m a little hungry too.”

Lilana’s hands were sliding through his hair. Her eyes studying his face, the scar along his eye, the scruff on his face that burned just right on her skin, those eyes of his that burned and twinkled at the same damn time. “You’re fucking gorgeous, John Winchester.” She tugged his head back to hers and licked into his mouth. “I don’t know why I finally found you, but I will die before I lose you.”

 It was full dark by the time they came out of her bedroom. Lolly laying against her door, looking like she’d been abandoned. Lilana’s hand reached down automatically and slid through her fur. John’s fingers linked with her other hand, and smiling they walked down the hallway. They could hear the voices of the boys, and another voice, one that made John’s hand tighten in hers.

“John?” She asked, looking up, but the new voice cut in.

“Ah, Papa Winchester,” what accent was that? Lilana tried to place it. “Why don’t you bring Lilana in here and join us?” Ut oh.

Entering the living room, Lilana’s eyes landed on a man in a well made dark suit. He was smaller stature, but so was she, and she had a feeling that wasn’t all they shared. Dark hair, dark facial hair, and a look like he’d really enjoy tearing the wings off of flies in his spare time. Daddy? She wondered, with an internal snarkiness that she felt he heard because of the smirk he flashed at her.

“Lilana, my dear, come, come.” He was gesturing as though he owned her house and she shot him a look. “My apologies, sweetheart, habit.” He took the chair she’d sat in the previous night. Looking very much like the King of Hell, if she were being honest. Fuck.

Pulling John by the hand to the sofa, she sat and drew him down next to her. She kept his hand in hers. “Crowley, I suspect?” Lilana was happy to note that her voice was steady. Good. “Wait,” she leaned forward studying him. “I know you.” She did. She knew him, she’d seen him on the worst night of her life. “You pulled me from the car.” His eyes widened. “You took me from the wreckage, you were at my bedside.”

“I thought you were-” he stopped, his voice had gone breathless. A sign of weakness, and clearly Crowley didn’t want to sound weak. “You were unconscious.”

“I saw you from above.” John glanced at her. It was the same voice she’d used in the dream, almost hers, but not quite. “The corner of the room. You spoke to me.” Crowley’s eyes met John’s. “You said you’d get them, that they’d watch over me.” Her head tilted and John could see the reflection of the glow of her eyes in the wall of glass behind the King of Hell. “Thank you.”

Lilana’s eyes closed and she sighed, and then sat back as though exhausted. “Winchester, explain.” Crowley was unnerved. What had just happened? Her eyes, had anyone ever seen that type of bright light before? So blinding, so white and blue tinged.

John’s hand tightened on Lilana’s, drawing her back to the conversation. “Sorry, I think I might have zone out for a moment.” She took in the tension in the room. “Shit, did I-” she sighed and felt all four sets of eyes zero in on her. Lilana sighed. “Yeah, OK, so sometimes I seem to channel something or someone.” She made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal. “What? He’s the KING OF HELL.” She gestured at Crowley like he won this round of weirdo Olympics.

John’s eyes landed on Crowley with a raised eyebrow. “Want to weigh in, Father Dearest?”

Crowley snorted. “Hark who’s talking.” He sighed and sat back in his chair. “I don’t know, Winchester, how would I?” He studied his daughter’s face. “How long has this been happening? The ‘channeling’?”

Lilana settled into the sofa. “Forever?” A shrug. “Mom mentioned it when I was sixteen like it was a family joke.” Her eyes met Crowley’s. “You know the type, ‘remember the time Li-Li talked in that weird voice and freaked out her nanny so bad she wet herself’, the nanny not me.” She rolled her eyes. “My life has been FILLED with weird. The pool guy who hit me with the net, nearly drowning me in our old house. He didn’t realize he’d touched me, he swore, but before he did it Lolly wouldn’t let him in the gate, and afterward she snuggled him. Weird.”

John and Crowley’s gaze met for a split second. “What else?” Dean, from behind her. She tilted her head and grinned.

“Forgot you were hovering there, why don’t you grab a seat. You too, Sam?” Once everyone was settled in, she continued. “More freaky weird? There was my friend Annie’s mom. She kept badgering Mom and Dad to let me have a sleepover, but when they gave in and I insisted Lolly come along, she backed out.” She bit her lip. “The guys who wanted more, but when they arrived at the house, took one look at Lolly growling and drooling and darted away.” She felt John shift with irritation. “Not all of them, clearly. I don’t know, up until the other night, it was just weird stuff over and over, interspersed with me spouting off cryptic shit in a voice sort of mine, but not.” Her eyes squinted. “And the light. Mom swore that sometimes it looked like my eyes glowed.” She rolled her eyes.

“It’s true, Lilana,” John’s voice was quiet and she turned to look at him. “They glow.” What?

“Lilana,” Crowley’s voice drew her attention back to him. “I’m not sure you understood everything they told you-”

“Half angel, half demon?” She snorted, who would understand that? “I don’t.”

“Your mother, Abigail, was-” He closed his eyes. “She and I weren’t supposed to-” Not enough strength, not by a mile. “What we had was forbidden.” His eyes opened to her watching him. “Our love, you, it was beyond forbidden. She-”

“Evaporated.” Lilana’s voice was hushed, but sure. “She ceased to exist. All because of me.” The pain he heard was real and it was echoed inside of him. “Maybe I shouldn’t-”

Four voices shot that idea down. “Darling, no.” Crowley took up the argument easily. “You mother, she was a great deal like you, she said things, knew things, that she shouldn’t. You were meant to be.” He sounded as certain as she had. “It hurt to lose her, I won’t deny that, it’s a loss I feel to this second.” Li-Li’s eyes were shining with tears. “But YOU? You are supposed to exist. You make her loss at least mean something.” His eyes flicked to John’s hand in hers. He growled. “Could you stop mauling my daughter right in front of me, Winchester?”

Li-Li’s eyes glanced down at their linked fingers. “Mauling? We’re holding hands-” she searched for something to call him. Damn it. “What do I call you?”

Crowley came up short at the question. Call him? Father? No, too formal. Dad? No, too casual. Daddy? No, too cringe inducing. He shot Winchester a look. Please, all that is unholy, do not let her be calling Papa Winchester ‘daddy’. “I’m not sure, Lilana.” They sat and studied one another. “What would you like to call me?”

Another moment of silence. Father? Ugh, that would sound like he was her priest, which would be hilarious, but weird. Dad? Nope, she had one, he was dead. Daddy? Eww, there was an amount of ew that couldn’t be un-thought, and that word brought them all to the surface. Papa? She shot a look at John. Yeah, no, not after he’d called John that multiple times. “Can we play it by ear?”

A nod. Great. “Back to the issue at hand-” he shot their linked hands another sharp look. “Mauling.” Lilana rolled her eyes.

“Mauling?” She held up their hands for a better look. “This is mauling?” John could hear the playful bent in her voice and shut his eyes against the thought of what may be coming. “Damn, guess we should be happy he didn’t come straight into my bedroom earlier, right, honey?” She blinked at John, his eyes opened and he had to fight a laugh. “I mean, not to brag, but that was MAULING.” She dragged the word out and felt the sofa on her other side shake. Turning she saw Dean turning almost blue from holding in some type of emotion. “You OK, Dean?”

That did it. Dean let out the breath he’d been holding, a combination of deflated squeak toy and horror left him and Sam was laughing from his own chair with abandon. Crowley and John were staring at one another and Lilana could almost feel the heat.

“Oh stop it.” It was directed at Crowley, because of course, he rolled his eyes. “You don’t get to throw your parental weight around here, mister.” She stood up, releasing John’s hand reluctantly. “I don’t KNOW you, and whose fault is that?” He opened his mouth, but she kept going. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, my protection and forbidden love, bullshit. YOU’RE King of Hell, right? Well, toss your weight around and do supervised visits or something.” She threw her hands up in the air and headed for the kitchen. “Now, since I just experienced MIND BLOWING marathon sex with the sexual wizard that is John Winchester, I’m starving. Anyone want dinner?”

[deans-baby-momma]

Rescue Me-And Baby Makes Three

Being the Advertisement & Publicity Director for the Bunker was the job of a lifetime. Not only had it brought me back home to Lawrence but it also brought me back to my two best friends, Sam and Dean Winchester. The Winchesters and I have been best friends since childhood since my family had moved next door to them when I was 7 years old. Dean had been 9 and little Sammy, just a chubby 5 year old. Our parents got along great and their mom would sometimes take me with her when she took the boys to the park. They had been in my life for as long as I could remember. They were my sidekicks, partners in crime and my protectors. No one messed with me without feeling the wrath of the Winchester boys.

After a few years and more distance apart, a divorce leaving me with practically nothing brought me back to my hometown and back into the caring and secure shelter of my best friends. Sam was still the little brother I never knew I wanted or needed and Dean...well Dean was my confidante and dearest friend.

It took 3 years of working closely with Dean at his bar and being a shoulder for him to lean on when his life took a rocky turn, for he and I to confess our true feelings for one another. In the years as being a co-worker and colleague,  Dean and I had unknowingly fallen in love. Now, nine years after coming home here I am; Mrs. Dean Randolph Winchester and 8 ½ months pregnant with our first child, our daughter.

My life hasn't been a proverbial walk in the park and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. I have fought and struggled for everything I have now and can genuinely say that I am 100 % happy. Okay, wait, let me rephrase; I'm like 95% completely happy and 5% anxious and more than ready to get this kid out of me! Who knew carrying a Winchester was so difficult.

It is almost time for the annual B4 event and seeing as I will be off on involuntary maternity leave (bossman is very adamant about it), I am going over the pre-final preparations with Angela, my temporary replacement. The menu has been set, the booze has been ordered so the only thing left to do really is edit the advertisements and flyers and send them off to the printers.  

I stand from my chair when it happens. A rush of moisture floods my pants and thighs and I look up at Angela, wide-eyed. "Dean!"

Dean comes running in, Sam right on his heels. "Wha-what's wrong?" Dean asks, slightly out of breath.

I smile at my husband and best friend. "It's time."

The next few minutes are a flurry of activity. Dean races to my side as he and Angela help me walk toward the exit and Sam pulls out his phone to call ahead to the hospital to let them know we are on our way.

"De-," I try to speak through a contraction but have to grit my teeth. I know the pain I'm having now is nothing compared to what I am in for and that terrifies me. As soon as it subsides, I look to my husband.  "My bag is at home."

Dean smiles and kisses the top of my head.  "No, it isn't.  I put it in the trunk last week. I knew the way you weren't slowing down, this was going to happen."

We get outside to the car and Dean helps me in. He runs around the front as Angela closes my door. "Go have a baby. Everything here is taken care of," she tells me through the open window. I nod as cringe as Dean starts the engine. The vibrations of the motor through the leather seats can be felt through my whole body. Dean slams the vehicle into gear as Sam jumps into the backseat,  leaning forward to put a hand on my shoulder.

"The hospital has been put on alert that we're coming and they'll be ready for you," he tries to comfort me.

That was Sam for you though; always thinking ahead, making sure everything was in place and as perfect as could be. I smiled at him over my shoulder. "Thanks. Did you call Jess?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Jess was the woman Sam had been seeing for the last year or so and was a nurse at the very same hospital we were speeding toward. She and I had hit it off remarkably well and she was as anxious for our newest arrival as we all were.

"Yeah, she's gonna be there waiting for us," Sam said with a smile. I had figured out that he was in love with Jess long before he even realized it just by the dreamy look he'd get whenever her name was mentioned.

"Good," I squeaked through another painful squeeze in my abdomen.  Hearing the noise leave my lips, Dean pressed down in the gas harder. "Dean Randolph Winchester, if you don't slow this car down right now, I'm going to murder you! We do not need to be in an accident or given a speeding ticket on the day our little girl decides to come. "

As promised, when we pulled up to the emergency entrance of Lawrence General, Jess was there with a wheelchair; another, older nurse stood nearby with a clipboard full of paperwork. Sam jumped out of the back of the car, kissed Jess' cheek and then turned to help me out of the car.

Jess helped get me situated in the chair as the older lady, Janine, began asking questions. "What time did your water break?" "How far apart are the contractions?" "On a scale of 1-10, how strong would you say they are?" I smiled as I answered her, even though I could already feel another one coming on.

Sam had traded places with Dean, going to park the car while we got registered and settled into a room. Dean held my hand the whole time, answering the registrar's question when I couldn't due to contractions.

As soon as all the questions were answered, Janine gave me a gown and left the room so I could get changed. "This is it," I said, looking at Dean after I had got changed and settled back into the bed. "We're going to be parents. Are we ready?"

Dean chuckled as he pushed some hair from my already damp forehead. "Kinda have to be, don't we?"

Before I can answer, the door opens and our doctor, Dr. Franklin walks in. She smiles at us as she pulls on her latex gloves and checks me.

"Looks like your progressing well,  you are already at 4 centimeters. How's the pain? Do you need something to take the edge off?" she asked cautiously. We had already discussed it with her at my last visit that unless it was deemed necessary, I was going to give birth drug-free.

"Hurts but nothing I can't handle, " I answer honestly. "I want to be fully aware when she gets here."

"Okay," she says smiling still. "If it gets to be too much you let me know.'

As she turns to leave, Dean bends over and kisses me on the forehead. "You know, no one will think any less of you if you need to take something. You don't have to prove you're superwoman. You already are in my eyes."

"I know that. And I'm not doing it because of that. I want to be fully conscious and not all doped up when I see our daughter for the first time," I explain to him.

"Okay, baby."

The next few hours are spent the same; breathing and gritting my teeth through the pain, Dean next to me cheering me on and sporadic checks by the doctor.

When she tells me it's time to push and calls for the nurse it all hits me. I am about to become a mother. I am about to push a human out of my body, a baby that is part me and part Dean. I am so happy that I cannot contain the tears and they seep out of my eyes and trickle down my face.

Dean never leaves my side the whole time, even when he has to hold one of my legs up and can see everything down there. He gets a little pale but he pushes through.

"I see the head! Oh my God, hunting. She's got a head full of hair," Dean says as he looks from me to where our daughter is making her appearance. He is already so enamored with her.

"Ok, one more big push on the next contraction and your little one will be here," the doctor tells us. I look over at Dean to see his is torn. He can't decide if he wants to watch my face or watch as she enters the world. I smile at his dilemma and motion with my eyes for him to watch her.

Her cries are loud and vociferous and music to my ears. I watch as the doctor hands Dean a pair of funny looking scissors and the concentration on his face is firm as he cuts the cord separating us.

As soon as the cord is severed, he returns to my side and I can see the tears in his eyes. Tears of joy, tears of elation, the pride on his face is undeniable. He bends over and kisses me softly. "You did it! I'm so fucking proud of you," he whispered as he lays his forehead against mine. We watch together as the nurse cleans put baby off and weighs her.

As soon as she is finished and wraps the baby in a blanket,  I am reaching for her. I want to see my daughter, our daughter. Dean and I look at the baby snuggles in my arms. Our family was complete.

Adrianna Parker Winchester

8 pounds 6 ½ ounces. 22 inches long

@larajadeschmidt13 @lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @mahalaraewolfe @internationalmusicteacher @death-unbecomes-you @thewinchesterchronicles

[supernatural-lover-1983-blog]

The road not taken

Chapter 1

Your P.O.V.

Moving to New York from your hometown was exhausting, a week into the city and You were frustrated and add the pressure of finding a decent apartment to it was not doing you any good. Tomorrow is your first day in “Winchester Turner Singer”, ‘What if I screw up? What if they decide they don’t like you anymore?’ and much more what if’s coming in your mind. The phone started buzzing on the nightstand of your hotel room. The screen displayed “Mom calling”. A breath of relief escaped your mouth, you were missing both of your parents badly, you wish your dream job wouldn’t have gotten you this far away from them but it was a small price to pay.

“Hey Mom”

“Hey, sweetie. How is my baby doing in the big city? ”

“I am doing just fine Ma. Where is Dad?”

“Your dad is waiting his turn to talk to you, so any luck in finding a decent apartment?”

“No Ma, still searching for the apartment, how is everything there?”

“Everything is very peaceful without my mess making and loudmouth daughter” she teased.

“Oh, is that so? Then I must leave you to your peaceful life and talk to my favorite person in the world my Dad” you teased back.

“Hey! No picking favorites among your parents” she retorted with a fake offense.

“Ma, stop worrying about you, I am fine. You and Dad dearest raised a strong independent woman”

“I know that but, worrying is in job description sweetie, it’s not only that, you are an Omega too and Omega nowadays are rarer than unicorns, you never know what an alpha could do to you” she sounded worried thinking of every possible thing that could go wrong.

“Nothing is gonna happen Ma, stop worrying and now let me talk to Dad”

She handed over her phone to Dad

“Hey, baby! How is my little girl doing? Did anyone try to misbehave with you?”

“Dad! I am not a little girl anymore, I am 24 for god’s sake and no everyone is just involved with themselves to even care about someone else”

“Do you want me and your ma to come and help you look for houses and we can even go on a city tour”

“I know what you are trying to do Dad, I will be fine and we can go on the city tour once I am fully settled in this city, now it’s getting late, I have to be in the office tomorrow at sharp 9, so good night, I love you both, tell Ma not to worry much, I will be fine”

“Sure baby, love you too and all the best. But if anything goes wrong, you give us a call, do you understand?” he ordered.

“Yes sir” you sighed.

And with that, the line went off. Gosh, You were missing the comfort of home badly even if the suite provided by Winchester, Turner, Singer was luxurious as heaven. But for now, you closed your eyes and sleep blanketed you.

 Next day in the office…

(At the reception)

“Hi I am Cindy, how may I help you?” the beautiful blonde receptionist asked.

“Hi. I am Y/N here as the new financial analyst”

“Give me a minute” Cindy began checking the computer for your name

“You have to report to Mr. Gabriel Richards in Business Analysis section on the 17th floor, take the lift and then on the 17th floor, his office is on the right,” she said with a beaming smile.

“Thanks”  you replied with a polite smile.

 While you were moving towards the lift area, a guy little over 6 feet, not bothering where he was going in his expensive three-piece suit and carefree alpha aura around him, bumped into you. You didn’t even bother to look in his direction and moved away mumbling something along the lines of ‘alpha dumbass’, what you didn’t notice was that the alpha was watching you and had smelled an omega who just called him dumbass.

Dean’s P.O.V.

The ground floor at WTS Industries was blooming with a lingering fragrance of floral with naughtiness laced into it, it was intoxicating. He thought that they changed the air freshener but he was too busy to care, he had early appointments with his father and his best friends in other words with the owners of WST Industries and then with Sam and Cas as they wanted to discuss some legal issues with him, being next in line for CEO of WST was certainly exhausting and compelling. He was deep in thoughts, not bothering to look elsewhere other than the files in his hand, when he bumped into a sweet smelling girl who apparently was the source of lingering fragrance, his alpha senses were triggered, she was an Omega, Omegas were rarity in this corporate world and even more rare were unclaimed omegas, his mother was an Omega and apart from that he had met Meg who was Cas’s Omega and Anna, a teacher in high school, who was another unclaimed Omega that he dated but he didn’t find her that appealing and neither did Sam but he had never met an unclaimed Omega in this line of work, mostly because the corporate world was full of driven alphas and betas, an omega that smelled sweet and sin, all at the same time, he just wanted to be near her, near her aroma, she even called him Alpha dumbass needless to say she defied every Omega stereotypes. As the doors of the lift closed he found himself wanting to run over to her and keep her close something about being near an unmated Omega wanting him to do as he himself was an unmated alpha.

 Dean always thought and he and Sam would have to settle down with a beta because Omegas were unicorns of this world. He could not wait to tell Sam that he found an Omega, a real-life unclaimed Omega in the big bad world of alphas. But for now he was late and he was distracted by the Omega with perfect curves, she was not skinny, she was curvy and cute which made her all the sexier. Her curly unruly hair that gave him ideas of how that hair would look like sprawled on the pillow of his bed. He looked at the clock on the wall near the lift.

“Shit, I am late” he whispered to himself.

 In the meeting room, his beloved uncles Bobby Singer and Rufus Turner were arguing over whiskey brand that was supposedly the best and his father was at the end looking defeated as both the old men were fighting, being betas didn’t make them less of ferocious and his Dad who looked like a defeated Alpha that gave up on his old buddies.

The three turned to look towards Dean, who looked a bit flustered but none of them asked him the reason for his state and then the four discussed the possible mergers, profit, loss of franchise and after the shop talk was over, they all discussed the upcoming party at Bobby’s house. After leaving the meeting Dean rushed towards Sam’s cabin on the 7th floor to tell him about the mysterious Omega in the building.

[marril96]

Mommy Issues

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Mary disapproves of Rowena’s relationship with reader.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

A/N: This story is inspired by the lovely stories written by @oswinthestrange: Caught in a Compromising Position, Conflict Rises, and Hollow Apologies.

Read on AO3.

Mary Winchester was livid.

Not only was her only daughter leaving only a day after Mary had returned from an alternate world — a world she'd spent nearly a year in — but she was also in a relationship with a witch. And not just any witch — out of all people, you had the audacity to fall for one of the most powerful witches alive, mother of former King of Hell himself.

You could have spat on her as well while you were at it. In Mary's mind, there was nothing worse for a hunter than to get involved with a monster they were supposed to kill. The fact that Rowena, in her current state, was the furthest thing from a monster meant very little to her. She was a witch, a wicked one at that, with enough blood on her hands to drown a city the size of New York. She was a thing, an it, an animal who needed to be put down.

Right.

Let someone try. You dared them. Let them try to lay a hand on Rowena. Let them even look at her wrong. You'd killed for her before. Doing so again wouldn't faze you. In fact, you'd sleep better knowing a threat had been eliminated.

Much to your mother's annoyance, you didn't give a damn what she thought. You were an adult, a grown woman who'd lived her whole life without her. You could make your own decisions.

Hell, even if you were a teenager, the woman before you would have had no right to order you around.

"You can't just leave!" Mary argued, throwing her arms up in exasperation.

"Watch me," you said. A few more shirts and pieces of underwear, and you were done; done with the stale air of this bunker, suffocating you with every breath you took, done with Dean criticizing your relationship every single day and Sam playing the mediator to keep the peace, done with hunting and death and disappointment. Done with your mother.

All you wanted was some peace. You weren't a bad hunter, but the life was never something you'd have chosen for yourself. Sam was okay with John practically disowning him. You weren't. Solitude would have killed you; with your less than stellar social skills, you never would have found friends to replace your family. So you stayed. Year after year, you kept telling yourself you'd quit, but you were never brave enough to actually do it. Where would you go? Who would you turn to? Having graduated high school with barely passing grades and so many absences you had to bullshit your way into justifying, and with no working experience (hunting monsters didn't count in the eyes of the law) or friends to help you with employment, you didn't have that many prospects. You never would have made it alone.

You had Rowena now. You had someone you loved, someone you trusted at your side; someone you knew would never turn her back on you no matter what obstacle you stumbled across. The first person you weren't blood-related to that you considered family.

You'd always had a love for magic. Witchcraft, though, was frowned upon in hunting communities, in hunting families. Witches were evil, everyone had said. Right. Of course. There was never any point in arguing, lest you wanted to be accused of being a traitor. Meeting Rowena had changed that. You'd finally gotten a chance to do something you loved, to be something you loved. Witch Y/N Winchester had quite a nice ring to it.

"What about your brothers?" Mary asked.

"Sam and Dean are big boys. They're more than capable to hunt without me." As they'd done a hundred times. You frowned at the empty drawer. "Rowena, did you see my scarf?"

"It's in my bag," Rowena answered from the other corner of the room, packing her own bag. Another thing mother dearest hadn't been the happiest about; her daughter, sharing a room a with a witch? Unacceptable! "You lent it to me last week, remember?"

"Right," you said.

Mary ignored the interaction. "And what about me?"

Four simple words, and they were enough to ignite a spark deep inside you. A wildfire of anger burned through you, spreading through your body like poison in your veins. Fingers balling into tight fists and teeth clenching, you whirled around to face your mother.

"What about you?" Some nerve she had to even ask that. "Are you serious?"

She had been the one to leave last year. She had been the one to join the British Men of Letters behind your and your brothers' backs. Had Sam and Dean not talked her into returning, she would have remained in the alternate world with her new family, sealed away from you for good.

"You almost stayed in that shithole world, and you're giving me grief for going on a road trip?!"

Mary had the decency to look ashamed. Just a tad, barely noticeable, but shame was shame. 'That's different."

Of course. Favorite line of parents all over the world. It was always different when they did it. "Why? Because I'm dating a witch?"

Rowena, having kept her head down throughout the argument to give the two of you some space, looked up at the mention of her. Her eyes traveled from you to Mary back and forth, curious, a tiny bit worried. You'd warned her about your mother not approving of the relationship; if Dean still had a hard time accepting it, Mary would be a hundred times worse.

Your mother sighed. "She's not good for you, Y/N."

"You don't know her," you argued. People always seemed ready to judge Rowena without bothering to get to know her. It was easier to hate her than to give her a chance to prove herself.

"I've heard about the things she's done."

"But you don't know her!"

"I know she's a witch, and she's got blood on her hands," Mary said.

"And I don't? You, Sam, Dean; none of you have any blood on yours?" If she wanted to judge Rowena, she had to judge herself and her children just as harshly. There wasn't a thing Rowena had done that one of you hadn't. All of you were killers. All of you had spilled innocent blood. Let he or she who was without sin cast the first stone.

"None of us have done half the things she has," Mary argued.

"Bullshit!"

At the very least, Rowena had never attempted to participate in genocide. Something that couldn't be said for your brothers and mother.

"She's leading you down a dangerous path!" Mary said.

"She's changed!" you said. Rowena had redeemed herself, and you would never tire of saying it out loud. Not until people got it in their thick heads. Your girl wasn't a wicked witch anymore.

Mary gave you a dirty look. "If that was true, she wouldn't have tried to drag you into her… practices." She spat the word 'practices' as if it was dirty, as if the mere thought of witchcraft made her stomach churn with disgust.

Rowena shot her a glare as deadly and sharp as a knife, the kind that had to have killed before. "If you knew your daughter at all, you would know she's always had a fondness for magic." She'd promised to be on her best behavior, but enough was enough. You'd asked her to be nice, to not start anything, and she'd done a splendid job. Whatever followed, Mary had brought on herself.

Keeping the peace was important, but you'd never ask your girlfriend to bow her head like a dog in the face of insults — even if those insults were thrown by the members of your family. She deserved respect, as a person, as a woman, as your girlfriend. Dean had learned that, sort of, and so would Mary. And if she refused… Well, it wouldn't be the first time that you'd cut a toxic person out of your life.

"This doesn't involve you!" Mary said.

"It does when you bash me and my craft!" Rowena shot back.

"Your craft?" Mary scoffed. "You make it sound like an art."

"It is an art. A beautiful, fine one not many have natural talent for." She gave you a look of pride, of admiration. No one had ever given you that look before. "Y/N was born for it."

Marty's features twisted into a look one made when they smelled something disgusting. "My daughter was born human!" she insisted, and looked ready to fight to prove her words.

"What are witches, if not human?" Rowena asked, though she knew what the answer would be. Nothing else could be expected from a bigot.

"Monsters! You're monsters!" Mary said. "I'm not letting you turn my daughter into one!"

"Don't talk to her like that!" you barked. Rowena was a lot of things, but she wasn't a monster. Not anymore.

Your mother turned to you. "Can't you see she's manipulating you, Y/N? Maybe she even cast a spell on you!"

You shook her head. "She didn't do anything." You took a deep breath. "I want this. I've always wanted it."

"You didn't!"

How would she know? She'd been dead for over thirty years, and when she'd come back to life, the first thing she did was run away. She didn't know you. Rowena did. Rowena knew you to your core, to the bottom of your soul. She never judged you, never looked at you wrong. Even when you were enemies, not once had she said a bad thing about you. She respected your decisions. She loved you as you were, and didn't try — or want, for that matter — to change a thing about you.

Something that couldn't be said for your mother.

She may have given birth to you, but she wasn't your family. Not really. Rowena, on the other hand, was.

The realization made your stomach twist with unease. Your own mother, and she knew you — wanted to know you — less than the woman who used to be your enemy.

"How would you know? You were dead!" you said. The reminder hurt; your entire life all you wished for was your mother. If only you'd known what she was really like. Your father had made her out to be a saint. Maybe she was, once upon a time. Or maybe John had fed you lies. It wouldn't have been the worst thing he'd done as a parent. You took a deep breath. "And when you came back, you ran away! Not once did you try to get to know me!"

Mary sighed, a look of hurt passing over her face. From a certain angle it might have looked like guilt. Might have.

Tears pickled at your eyes, but you held them back. You wouldn't break in front of her. You wouldn't let her see you at your weakest, at your most vulnerable. You could be strong for just a little more, until you and Rowena were safe and, most important of all, alone in your tiny car, ready to start the next chapter of your lives.

"I want this, mom," you said after a few moments of silence, giving her time for your words to sink in. "I want to be a witch."

"How can you want that?" Mary asked, tone as anguished as the look that settled on her face. She didn't understand. She didn't want to understand.

You shrugged. "I just do. It's my decision. Respect it."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't."

The words stung. "If you really loved me, you would." A real mother would.

"I love you and your brothers more than anything in the world."

"As long as we're obedient little soldiers, right?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it," she said, stare pointed, expression firm.

"Right." A slight chuckle escaped you, memories of your childhood flooding your mind. "You're just like dad. I thought you were different, but turns out, you're just like him."

He, too, put his wishes above yours. His love, just like Mary's, it seemed, was conditional. You either lived by his rules, or not at all. His word was law. He knew best. He knew you better than you knew yourself. He knew what you wanted, what you needed and dreamed and aspired to. He knew it all.

Right.

Sam had made the right decision when he'd decided to get out.

And so had you.

"John made mistakes—" Mary tried, but you cut her off.

"I don't give a damn about him and his 'mistakes!'" you exclaimed, forming quotation marks with your fingers to emphasize the last word. "And…" You took a large, deep breath for courage. Your eyes trailed downwards, then met hers once more, strong, determined. "If you can't accept this, then I don't give a damn about you, either."

Mary gulped. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I love Rowena, and I want to be a witch." Rowena gave you a proud, encouraging smile. You responded with a small smile of your own. "I love you, mom, but… I love her more. I love me more. I'm done letting other people make decisions for me. This is my life."

"You can't be serious," Mary said, startled by your words.

"Deadly," you said. It was honesty hour. You were done playing good, obedient little girl.

"I'm your family!"

"Rowena is my family, as well." A more loving, supporting family than your blood one.

"She'll stab you in the back the first chance she gets!"

That wasn't her anymore. Rowena had changed. She still had a long way to go, but she was working on her redemption.

"She won't," you said. "She's changed."

"You're willing to bet your life on that?"

"I am." Because you knew there was no threat. Your life was safe in Rowena's hands. Safer than it would have been in Mary's.

"Despite everything she's done?"

"Despite everything." Checking to make sure you packed everything, you zipped up your bag, then took hold of Rowena's hand and squeezed tightly.

"You're a fool," Mary said.

You shrugged. "Says you."

"You're throwing your life away."

"Quite the contrary; my life is only just beginning."

"And what about our lives? Are we just supposed to accept losing one of our own?"

"You're not losing me, mom. We can talk on the phone every day, if you want."

"But it won't be you." A tear slid down Mary's cheek. "It-it will be a witch."

"Witch or not, I'll still be me," you pointed out. It wasn't like your soul would disappear and a demon would take its place in your body. You would be you; with a few magical abilities and an allergy to iron added to the mix, but still you. You would still be that baby your mother held when you were little, still that little girl she used to dance with in the kitchen while preparing dinner.

Mary shook her head, adamant, defiant. "You won't. Once you dabble in magic, there's no going back."

"Maybe I don't want to go back," you told her.

"You have to make a choice, then." She looked at you, eyes wounded, hurt, as if the entire world's grief and sorrow settled in them. She looked to be on the verge of falling apart. "Us or her."

Your eyes widened, shock spreading over your face like a splash of paint. "What?"

Mary swallowed, then cleared her throat. "Your family or the witch. You can't have it both ways, Y/N."

Your family or the witch.

Your family or the witch.

Your family or the witch.

She wanted you to choose.

Your own mother, who supposedly loved you more than life itself, had given you an ultimatum.

You knew it was a possibility, but never, in your wildest dreams, have you thought she would actually do it.

Rowena loved you as you were.

Mary loved the idea of you.

Rowena accepted your flaws.

Mary made up flaws where there weren't any.

Rowena encouraged you to follow your dreams.

Mary wanted you to suppress your dreams if they happened to not align with hers.

Rowena knew your favorite songs, books, movies, and TV shows by heart, even though your interests greatly differed from hers.

Mary could list two cartoons and one song you liked when you were a child.

Rowena answered when you called in need, and held you when you cried, and did everything in her power to get you back on your feet.

Mary had been too busy planning genocide with the British Men of Letters to even answer a text message.

Rowena, despite centuries of building walls and hiding her emotions, had opened up and allowed you to see her as she was. She was terrified; terrified of betrayal, of being taken advantage of, for that was all she'd ever known. And still, she let you in, let you get to know her, let herself love you even though it went against all the principles she'd held for centuries.

Mary had wanted to stay in a war-torn world with a bunch of strangers, principles over family.

With Rowena you had a future.

Mary, on the other hand, brought nothing but pain and disappointment into your life.

Mary may have brought you into this world, but she didn't understand you. Rowena did. And when she didn't understand, she did her best to try. Because she loved you. She wanted to know everything about you, about your life, about you most beautiful dreams and worst fears. She wanted to know it all.

Mary didn't even pretend to try. She was convinced she knew better, convinced she knew you despite never even bothering to get to know you.

Your grip on Rowena's hand tightened, half instinct and half intent. Ignoring the hammer-like pounding of your heart and steadying your breathing to get the words out without stumbling, you said. "That's an easy choice to make."

You and Rowena grabbed your bags and, looking around the room one last time to make sure you packed everything of importance, you left.

You left the bunker.

You left the memories, good and bad, behind, hoping to never revisit them again.

You left your life.

You left your family.

You left your mother.

As soon as you were in your car, far away from nosy eyes and ears, you collapsed into Rowena's arms and cried. You cried and wailed and sobbed, let everything aching and bad out, emptied your heart of all the pain that had gathered inside it. Rowena held you to her, hands gently tapping your back, words of comfort slipping from her lips in tender, soothing whispers.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked when you calmed down.

Pulling away from the embrace, you straightened up in your seat. Tears had finally stopped flowing, their remnants drying on your puffed up cheeks. You looked at Rowena, and the truth of the words you were about to say pooled in your eyes before you managed to utter a single one. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Rowena beamed. You smiled, bright as a sunshine. Starting the car, you drove out of the garage, onto the open road, on your way to a brand new life. The life you'd always wanted, with the woman you loved the most in the whole wide world.

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Top 3 Supernatural Episodes Per Season

Warning: Spoilers below the cut. I am SUPER biased. Take everything I say with a HEALTHY grain of salt. 

Season 1: omg they look like INFANTS

1. “Home” 1x09. This episode is amaaaaaaaaaaaaazing AND it’s super important to the mytharch AND we get Winchester family drama. One of those early instances of “Wow we need to give Jensen Ackles an emmy like yesterday”. Mary turns up and foreshadows like??? so much??

2. “Scarecrow” 1x11. Super creepy, major “The Lottery” vibes, fuck I just. I love it. 

3. “Hell House” 1x17. Close call between this one and “Something Wicked” but in the end, Harry and Ed and all the hilarity that ensues just. *chef’s kiss* 

Honorable Mentions: “Something Wicked”

Season 2:  ugh so many good episodes season 2 is SO good

1. “The Usual Suspects” 2x07. SAM GETS TO BE SO SNARKY IN THIS EPISODE AND I LOOOOVE IT. Also Diana is a bamf. 

2. “Croatoan” 1x09. UGH YASSSSSSS. Close call between this and “In My Time Of Dying”, though

3. “What is And What Should Never Be” 2x20. Look man, I don’t know what to tell you. I’m cheap as all get out. Dean angst? Gimme gimme. Also it has WYNONNA EARP IN IT.  

Honorable Mentions: “In My Time of Dying”, “Nightshifter” 

Season 3:  half of these episodes suck, the other half are perfect heeeelllppp

1. “Bad Day At Black Rock” 3x03. This episode it just hilarious from start to finish. Also, Bela vs. Dean. 

2. “Mystery Spot” 3x11. A double whammy of HILARIOUS and OH FUCK THIS IS DEPRESSING. 

3. “Jus In Bello” 3x12. It was real hard to decide between this and Ghostfacers but ultimately, Nancy Fitzgerald (aka Ella Lopez) and Victor Henrikson are the actual best and deserve all the love ever.  

Honorable Mentions: “Ghostfacers”, “The Kids Are Alright” 

Season 4: Somehow there is only one episode that is not stunningly amazing?? 

1: “On the Head of A Pin” 4x16. Cas becomes a main character and it is AMAZING and oh my god give Jensen ALL the emmys oh and ALSO we finally learn exactly what Sam and Ruby’s “extracurricular activities” entail. Feels like a movie. We get the reveal that the angels are working to break the seals. Anna is also amazing. Why is this episode so beautiful. I’m fucking crying and so is Dean. I could gush for hours. 

2. “It’s a Terrible Life” 4x17. This episode is just a fucking delight. (Am I giving it such a high score on the basis of The Kink’s “Well Respected Man” alone? Maybe. Honestly I SHOULD be putting Rapture here but oh well. I’m biased.) 

3. “Monster Movie” 4x05. It was hard to decide between this “In the Beginning” “Lazarus Rising” “The Rapture” and “Lucifer Rising” (which all deserve all the praise ever) but ugh ugh ugh this episode is ALSO perfect AND I love it a bajillion. It’s in black and white and the guest actress is SO pretty and also I think I’ve already gone into detail about how the MoTW is a Lucifer Parallel. Also Dean says he’s been rehymenated so TRANS!DEAN RIGHTS! 

Honorable Mentions: “In The Beginning” “Lazarus Rising” “Lucifer Rising” “The Rapture” 

Season 5: You want to be sad? You also want to watch really good TV? SEASON FIVE IS WHERE IT’S AT! 

1. “Two Minutes To Midnight” 5x21. I know, I know. I should be putting “Swan Song” here but look,, I am easily bought with the promise of Julian Richings as Death. 

2. “Free To Be You And Me” 5x03. Funny Destiel buddy cop film, Sam gets to be filtered through the eyes of an audience-stand-in in universe, also contains Castiel’s ICONIC line “but today you’re MY little bitch”. 

3. “Dark Side of The Moon” 5x16. Narrowly beats out “My Bloody Valentine”, “Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid”, and “The Song Remains The Same”. I am trash for any pieces of Sam and Dean’s childhoods and also this episode gives me SO MUCH material for beating up John with a baseball bat. 

Honorable Mentions: “Swan Song” “My Bloody Valentine” “Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid” “The Song Remains The Same” “The End” 

Season 6: We Don’t Talk About Season Six. 

1. “The Man Who Would Be King” 6x20. Cas. Destiel. Ow. 

2. “Mommy Dearest” 6x19. Eve! Sam Smith! idk, I just really like it.

3. “Appointment In Samarra” 6x11. As I said, I am easily bought with Julian Richings. Tessa the Reaper!!! Sam stop trying to murder your father. 

Honorable Mentions: “You Can’t Handle The Truth” “My Heart Will Go On” “Weekend At Bobby’s”

Season 7:  Terrible reputation given the fact that it has SO many great episodes. Sera Gamble? You’re mean. 

1. “Slash Fiction” 7x06. Why is this episode so hilarious???? Robbie Thompson starting out with a BANG!

2. “Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magical Menagerie” 7x14. In the total goop of “thick. black. ooze.” of this season, 7x14 is a light in the darkness. Every inkling of joy, of spark, of color, of childishness, all of it, poured out into this one episode, wherein Sam totally loses his cool and I love it. Sam looks so pretty at the end. Dean is simultaneously an actual child and an actual Dad and I love it. 

3. “Out With The Old” 7x16. I love me some levis, man, don’t know what to tell you. It’s just so fun!!

Honorable Mentions: All of Robbie’s episodes, “Hello, Cruel World” “Repo Man” “Reading Is Fundamental” “How To Win Friends And Influence Monsters” 

(The ONLY reason I’m not including TBAI is bc @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs is slowly converting me to hating Megstiel enough to not watch Destiel episodes) 

Season 8: That one season where we admitted that Crowley’s a DICK. 

1. “Hunteri Heroici” 8x08. CAAAAS!!! Also the only episode where anyone watching actually gives a shit about the Sam x Amelia flashbacks. 

2. “LARP And The Real Girl” 8x11. Super fun! CHARLIE RETURNS. Dean is a FUCKING NERD. Sam gets flirted with :) Real close tie between this one and Pac-Man Fever

3. “The Great Escapist” 8x20. Edlund really gave it his all for this last episode. Cas kicks SO much ass. Sam needs to be protected at ALL costs. Kevin ALSO kicks SO much ass. The actor who plays Sweet Pea on Riverdale is here??? Wow.  

Honorable Mentions: “Pac-Man Fever” “As Time Goes By” “Everyone Hates Hitler” “Trial And Error” 

(See note on The Born-Again Identity for why Goodbye Stranger is not on this list. Again, blame @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs )

Season 9: Sam is mad at Dean for not letting him go

1. “First Born” 9x11. No, I will not elaborate. Tim Omundson speaks for himself. There is nothing wrong with this entire episode and if you try to tell me there is I can and will gut you like a fish. 

2. “Heaven Can’t Wait” 9x06. DESTIELLLLLLLLLLLL. 

3. “Do You Believe In Miracles?” 9x23. Wow it’s the first Season Finale to make it to my top 3!! Metatron gets what’s coming, DEAN BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON. 

Honorable Mentions: “Bad Boys” “Mother’s Little Helper” “Alex Annie Alexis Ann” “Meta Fiction”

Season 10:  Dean is mad at Sam for not letting him go

1. “The Executioner’s Song” 10x14. See my comments on “First Born”. 

2. “Angel Heart” 10x20. BRING YOUR DAUGHTER TO WORK DAY. DESTIEL. JIMMY X AMELIA. COOL UNCLE SAMMY. DEAN IS A NERD. DEAN IS CLAIRE’S DAD NOW SORRY NO TAKE BACKS. (also, “blue eyes crying” is just ugh ugh ugh)

3. “The Werther Project” 10x18. SAMWITCH RISE!!!!!!!!!!! 

Honorable Mentions: “Hibbing 911″ “The Prisoner” “The Things We Left Behind” 

Season 11: Ahh, yes. You. Lucifer. Get fucked. 

1. “Don’t Call Me Shurley” 11x20. *slow clap* Robbie Thompson, you have served your country well. 

2. “Red Meat” 11x17. This is gonna sound strange, but this episode is sorta my comfort food?? I’ve watched it literally so many times. I love it. So much. 

3. “The Chitters” 11x19. Nancy Won wrote three episodes for SPN, all in season 11, they are all stellar. Chitters is GAY. She also wrote “Don’t You Forget About Me” and “Thin Lizzie” I’m putting them here so as not to crowd up the Honorable Mentions.

Honorable Mentions: “The Vessel” “Devil In the Details” “We Happy Few” “Baby” “Form And Void” “Into the Mystic” honestly just watch every non-bucklemming episode they are pretty much all amazing. 

Season 12: I WILL DEFEND MARY WITH MY LIFE DON’T @ ME 

1. “The Future” 12x19. DESTIEL. I would die for Kelly. Fetus!Jack. GOODBYE DAGON!! THE MIXTAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. “Who We Are” 12x22. JUST KILL ME WHY DON’T YOU, BOBO?! WE ALL KNOW YOU WANT TO. 

3. “Stuck In the Middle (With You)” 12x12. Destiel love confession!!!!!! Drowley!! Mary will fight everyone willingly!! SAM GETS THE ORANGE JACKET

Honorable Mentions: Every. Single. Non-BL. Episode. Watch. Them. Now. 

Season 13: JAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!! 

1. “Advanced Thanatology” 13x05. *inhales deeply* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Also, Steppenwolf. 

2. “Beat the Devil” 13x21. DICK JOKES GALORE. Also, we must protect Sam at all costs. Gabena is perfect. Samwitch is also perfect. Sabriel is also good. Lucifer can go fuck himself. 

3. “Breakdown” 13x11. It physically pains me not to put “Funeralia” here but alas, I must not show Steve Yockey too much favoritism. Anyways. DONNA!!! DOUG!! CREEPY!!! SAM’S HEART IS WORTH SO MUCH MONEY!! GIVE SAMMY A HUG!!

Honorable Mentions: “The Scorpion And The Frog” “Funeralia” “The Thing” “The Bad Place” “The Big Empty” “Lost And Found” 

Season 14: 

 1. “Moriah” 14x20. Proof that Supernatural will go down in history as ALMIGHTY. GOD IS THE ULTIMATE VILLAIN.

2. “Peace of Mind” 14x15. I still haven’t recovered. Jared must have had literally all the fun in the world. 

3. “Mint Condition” 14x04. Yay!! Very fun!!! (I wanted to put Optimism here, but again, I can’t show Yockey so much favoritism. It’s not my fault! he’s too good!!) 

Honorable Mentions: “Optimism” “Ouroboros” “Unhuman Nature” “Byzantium” “Damaged Goods”

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She’s a beast.. (Request)

Prompt: OK so Loki has a wife but no one knows that. So she comes down to Midgard and the avengers are like "Oh no! Possible threat!" And Loki(With accomplice Thor) is just winding them up like "oh yes she is the most dangerous warrior Asgard has ever known, she eats innocent souls for breakfast" then they get there and he's all casual "hey babe how was the trip"--ccghastly

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Note: Just fluffy hilarious moments

Requested by: @ccghastly

“It seems there was a ship that landed not far from Time Square. I don’t know what the Alien wants, but I want you all to go and investigate it.” Nick said over the comm as everyone boarded onto the Quinjet.

“Do we have a physical description?” Black Widow asked, glancing to the screen as Nick nods his head.

“Here this is what she looks like.” He said when Loki perked up and glanced to see a picture of his wife standing there.

He nudged Thor who looked as he smiles when Loki immediately placed his index finger over his lips to quiet Thor.

“She looks like she’s ready to fight with all those weapons.” Sam comments as Loki’s smile turns into a smirk.

“Oh yes, I know her. She’s by far the worst person you’ll ever meet.” He said as Thor looked confused for a moment before he suddenly smirked.

“Yes, she’s known across the nine realms for eating the hearts of her victims.” Thor spoke in a grim tone as they all glanced to the duo in shock.

“What?” Tony let out an undignified squeak as he almost fell from the copilot chair.

“Why does she eat hearts?” Steve looked almost sick at the thought.

“She believes that it makes her gain powers. And… surprisingly it does. She’s almost killed us before. She may look innocent, but that’s all a facade.” Loki pipes up as the others started to get gear together.

“She’s the reason Odin only has one eye.” Thor answers as they looked to him in shocked silence when he nods. “She’s a formidable foe. I don’t know if we can truly stop her.” He said, frowning.

“Maybe with our combined strength we might stand a chance, but it’s very slim. We only escaped due to my trickster ways.” Loki said before pulling out his dagger as he looks to them.

They looked ready to take on their new ‘threat’ and Loki had to force down the bubble of laughter that threatened to break free.

“We have to surround her and make sure she doesn’t touch anyone.” Steve said in his Captain’s voice when the two brothers glanced to each other and shared a grin.

“Let Loki and I go first. We’ll distract her while you get ready to attack.” Thor said with a firm nod.

“What if she comes after you?” Sam asked when Loki shrugs.

“It’s the risk we have to take.” He said when the Quinjet landed not far from the ship where (Y/N) was waiting for Loki.

“Be careful.” Steve said as Thor and Loki nods.

“She’s dangerous, maybe we should go together.” Tony frowns.

“No, We’re gods. We have a better chance if we go first.” Thor answered as back of the Quinjet opened when they both walked out to meet (Y/N).

(Y/N) glanced up to see Loki and Thor when a warm smile spread across her face.

“Loki!” She exclaims, running towards him as the Avengers got into a fighting stance when Loki opened his arms.

“Hello my lovely Flower, how was the trip to Midgard?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her as she giggles happily.

“It was quite interesting!” She smiles before looking to the others, mirroring their confused faces. “Who are they?” She questioned.

Loki and Thor started to laugh as the Avengers looked to the duo.

“I thought you said she was a threat?” Steve demanded.

“Oh, did I? Well I am the God of lies..” Loki shrugs nonchalantly.

“What did you say about me you little shit?” (Y/N) demands, hitting his shoulder.

“Just that you eat the hearts of your victims to gain their powers.” Loki answers as she looks to him like he had grown two heads.

“Hearts? That’s disgusting! Obviously the brain would hold the most vital information that I would gain.” She harks as Thor bellows in laughter at her answer.

“Who is she?” Tony asked after shaking his head and lifting the face plate to his armor.

“This is (Y/N), my wife.” Loki grins as everyone had the nerve to looked shocked.

“Someone married you?” Sam asked as Loki glared to him.

“A mistake really.” (Y/N) comments as Loki pouts looking to her.

“Rude.” He mumbles.

“You tell people I eat hearts.” She counters with a smirk as he shrugs.

“Words really.” He said as she laughs and nudges his stomach.

“I’m (Y/N) Odin, The Goddess of nature. I would never hurt a thing. Let alone eat someone’s heart.” She giggles.

“Wow… You riled us up for nothing.” Steve comments with a sharp glare to the two Gods who shrug.

“All in good fun. She can be quite scary though.” Thor answers when (Y/N) smiles innocently.

“That is the facade.” Loki pokes her cheek as she bites his finger. “Ah! See! Starting on fingers next thing you know… Hearts!” He said and held his finger as the others started to laugh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Loki act this… playful.” Natasha comments when she held a smile of her own.

“Well come on, your ship can be taken to the Tower.” Tony said. “Loki, Thor? You wanna drive it?” He asked.

“I’ll ride with her so I can show her where to go.” Loki answers when Thor stepped beside them.

“As will I! I haven’t seen my dear Sister-in-law in a while!” Thor said with a grin of delight.

“Frickin’ Gods.” Tony comments as the others climbed back onto the ship.

“At least Fury doesn’t have to worry about any damage.” Sam comments as the others nod.

“Still.” Steve mumbles as the Quinjet took off, leaving the trio alone when (Y/N) glances to the two brothers for a moment.

“Thanks for making me sound like a threat.” She huffs playfully as they both held matching grins. “Losers.” She comments walking towards her ship.

“Dearest (Y/N), it was all in good nature!” Thor and Loki both laughed as they followed her back when she laughed softly unable to help herself.

“Now, tell us about your trip from Asgard to Midgard.” Loki said when the doors shut as she started off towards the Tower.

“Well…” She trailed off with a soft smile.

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Good choices, bad choices

TFW changing Destiny

Hi my dearest fandom? How are you?? Trying to calm down before the events that maybe lead us to a painfully definition of Destiel canon? Don't worry... Everything is going to be fine bc... TFW is learning how to make good choices... And Cas too...

Bad choices... Is the past...

Remember when Dean, Cas and Sam used to make bad decisions just to bring brothers to life or protecting friends for death? Like yeah... Winchester toxic behavior...

Gif credit @trenchcoatedangel67

So Dean and Sam, everytime their lost each other, they followed the same path... Bring them back to any cost...

Also, every time things get worst, they just made deals with demons, killing Death, making an angel posseses your brother, taking the mark of Cain, released the Darkness, say yes to Michael...

Also Cas followed this path as a good Winchester he is... Bc... He made a deal with Crowley for the Purgatory souls, said yes to Lucifer, killing Billie...

This bad choices always were leading them to bad consequences... Like a karma following them. Something that started with Mary Winchester and just keep happening till now...

Gif credit @amal-albuloshia

Like a snow ball that keeps falling down and becoming bigger and bigger... That was the bad choices for the Winchesters.

So... Bad choices... Bad and cosmic consequences... Slowly this family learned the lesson... But still, they couldn't cut with the course... Till... Something in the last episode showed us they can cut it. They can cut the bad choices curse.

Good Choices... Is the present and the future

I was fascinated for the introduction of Anubis in the show, and bc he brought a trough that is inherited to every creature...

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This god teaches to Lily Sunders and the boys that no god, no entity has power on our destiny but ourselves. The CHOICES we made in our lives. We write our own destiny.

And we saw in this episode, something very sad but also, something good. Sammy Winchester cut the bad choices course...

Gif set credit @whiskeycherrypie

Look at that... Dean was so worried thinking that Sam could go for a bad choice again, but he didn't... he just went to prepare the pyre for his son, with such a pain and sorrow... That was so heartbreaking.

After that, we were witnesses of another good choice: Lily Sunder.

Lily Sunder, a devoted mother consumed by the revenge for the death of her daughter, condemned to Hell, offered the last piece of her soul to save Jack. That sacrifice of love, loving others more than yourself, that GOOD CHOICE gave her the enter to Heaven. He was saved by her own good choices.

Same with Cas...

Gif credit @angvlicmish

Gif set credit @supernaturaldaily

You will say... CAS is making another sacrifice again... But everytime you make a choice giving your life in exchange for others... That's a sacrifice for love... And that changes your destiny, for good.

That's why I have hopes with all of this "contract" with the Empty, bc I think Anubis let this very clear... We have the power over our own destiny by the choices we made. So... Just paying attention to Lily, and her happy ending... Why don't have the same for Cas?

So I say... Don't worry... Everything is gonna be ok.

In conclusion...

The Winchester family had this karma teasing them, the large blacklist from bad choices chain, with the first link made by Mary Winchester... But as we had seen in this season, we had so much improvement in all the characters... We are seeing now the ending of this course. I really believe in that, a little more of angsty, and we will be there!

Please feel free to comment and ask!

Tagging some friends to discuss...

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Buenos Aires, December 9th 2018 9:23 PM