#sam winchester x ruby

[uncouth-the-fifth]

twice the trouble - Sam Winchester/Reader/Ruby

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Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader/Ruby

Tags/Warnings: Oral Sex, Double Blowjobs, Threesome - FFM, Cum Play, Reader is Bisexual, Deepthroating, poor subby Sam.

Word Count: 3k.

Notes: I have so much love for my fellow sam freaks, but I cannot beLIEVE this fic has not been done already. I sincerely hope I wasn’t the only one who watched the scene in season four and hoped Ruby and Sam were looking for a third 🤰

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“Is she good at sucking you off, Sam?”

He tries his best to look unaffected. Sam sucks in a long, restrained sigh through his nose and sets his elbows on his trembling knees, rubbing his eyes like pressing hard enough would make the mattress swallow him whole. It’s a remarkable display of willpower, honestly. If your situations were reversed, and it was you sweating at the end of the bed while Ruby groped Sam’s tits in front of you, well. You would not be as resilient, that’s for damn sure.

She has very cold hands. That has no effect on how handsy she gets with you, first slipping comfortably against the curve of your back and then taking two handfuls of your bra. It’s lacy, white, pretty, and basically lethal, since your tits look fantastic in it. They must feel even better, since Ruby gives them a single fierce squeeze and sighs right along with you.

Sam can’t speak. He’s a little wild in the eyes, covering his mouth with one hand and his dick with the other.

“Don’t be rude to your girlfriend,” Ruby taunts. “Is it true? Can she suck dick better than a pornstar?”

“That’s not what I said,” you clarified. “I said I suck dick like a pornstar, not better than.”

Ruby’s sharp eyes slide to Sam. She must want more from the horny panic rising on his face ( oh, god, two half-naked women that want him—what ever will he do? ), because her fingertips are suddenly bruising the hollows of your cheeks to force your jaw open. Sam jerks straight up on the bedspread. After a bit of griping and yelping around Ruby’s fingers, though, you allow yourself to relax back into her. She’s just playing. Just riling Sam up, and you love that it’s working.

“See, I don’t believe her,” Ruby tells him. “Sure, _____’s got a big mouth—“ for that, you twist your head to bite playfully at her fingers, which just makes her grip snap tighter around your jaw, “but c’mon, Sam. She’s all bark. When it comes down to it, I could never picture her getting down on her knees… getting all slobbery and covered in drool and cum… choking on a dick. Has she ever done that for you before?”

To support Ruby’s cause, you fight a little in her iron grip and give Sam the big, sad eyes he can’t help but swoop in and save.

True to form, he does.

Sam ran his sweaty palms down his thighs, swallowing. “She has. And she’s, she’s… really good.”

“She can’t be that good if that’s all you have to say,” Ruby answered, cooly. She tilted closer, “Go on. Tell me how you really feel.”

There it was. The restraint on Sam’s face held for a beat longer and caved just as fast, his eyes going dark and immediately devouring the sight of you and Ruby. Her hand on your face, the other worming under your bra. The plush spill-over of flesh around the tight waistbands of your panties. He was too hard to hide, now, and had finally given up trying. In slow big-pupilled blinks, Sam took on the eager, greedy energy he’d had last time—when you’d ridden his cock and Ruby had ridden his face. He was too sweet to ask for seconds, but if they were offered to him…

Sam was answering Ruby, but he spoke straight to you.

“You always take such good care of me,” he wets his lips. “Other girls I’ve been with, they, uhm, lose steam, tryin’ to… fit it, but you wanted to take the whole thing so bad. You worked so hard, and now you take it like you were made to every time—and all the time. At this point, I’m convinced you’ll never get enough. The second we’re alone you drop straight to your knees n’ shove your face in my lap, begging me to let you suck my dick cause’ you love it so much. You’re beyond good.”

Okay. Woah. All that combined with Sam’s soft, sexy, raspy voice, and you feel beyond good.

“Wow,” Ruby purred, impressed. She drops your aching face to stroke it instead, cupping your chin and tilting you closer to hum, “Guess I read you wrong, pretty girl… but I don't think I can fully believe it til’ I see it.”

You’re already squirming with the urge to prove yourself, stumbling over your words. “Lemme show you, Ruby, I-I can—Sam? Can I please show her?“

“Of course you can,” he rasps, warmly. Sam says it like you’d asked for something that already belongs to you, and you love love love him for it.

He opens a hand for you to take. Ruby gives you a playful little shove that sends you giggling into Sam, but you probably would’ve thrown yourself at him anyway. You let the momentum carry you onto your knees in your home between Sam’s legs, which instantly puts this blush on his face that’s just picture-worthy. Ruby takes the opportunity to saddle up next to him and give him a kiss, and you follow her lead, taking turns making Sam melt further into the bedspread. He is rarely treated to so much affection and love, so it is an important part of the blowjob process to absolutely drown him in it. At one point you’re both stroking his hair with your lip glosses all over his face, and he looks so happy your heart could burst.

“Take off your stupid belt, please,” you ask him, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Sam chuckles (nervously) and does as asked. The second his hands are clear, you and Ruby descend on him like a pit crew, tearing off his shirt and working his jeans out from under him. If you were Ruby, your hands would already be all over Sam’s sculpted chest and arms—but you’re not Ruby, so you have the special privilege of dragging Sam’s boxers down his legs and wrapping your lips around his cock. A low, happy rumble rolls out from deep in Sam’s chest, and you join him, moaning around the familiar rich taste of Sam on your tongue. He’s earthy and good and smooth, sitting perfectly in the immediate wetness of your mouth. The taste is mouth-watering, which will make the coming push and pull into a glide. Your spit drools down his shaft and makes his dick gleam. For now, you fill your cheeks with him and get comfortable, fiercely pumping what you have left to fit down your throat.

Your view of him is fucking spectacular. Sam is a long, handsome line of defined muscle and flushed, gleaming skin above you. He watches you from behind his messy bangs, lips parted for tight little gasps of pleasure. When it’s time for you to open your throat and start suckling more of him down, Sam throws his head back and fucking seethes with desire. Ruby is quick to correct him. She takes a fistful of his hair and shoves his head forward to look at you, and her timing is fucking amazing, since it’s then that you find your stride and bob your way another inch deeper. Sam actually whines . With a few more methodical, surging bobs of your head, you’re close to tasting all of him. He’s so deep that you can feel him throbbing in time with the pulse in your throat. It takes patience and enthusiasm (which you have in spades), but once you grind your nose into his base and soak up your victory, there’s no losing it—every suck after that just gets easier, until you can throat him all the way in one go.

And you do. In slow, sucking surges, you find your pace, going all the way down on him and coming all the way off—and goddammit, maybe you are better than a porn star.

You make wet, filthy suckling sounds at any opportunity and blow a few bubbles in your spit, just in case Ruby really meant what she said about you being too chicken to get dirty. Sam really, really likes it.

“Fuck,” he mewls.

“She really can take the whole thing,” Ruby hums.

It takes intense focus to keep your throat open and your jaw relaxed, but holy fucking hell does Sam make it worth it for you. He makes weak little sob-sounds at every tiny movement, laboring from head to toe for relief that you refuse to give. When he tries to throw his head back Ruby redirects him again, and you’re granted the absolute pussy-wetting visual of Sam’s dazed, half-lidded eyes glued to the place where your lips seal around his cock. His sweaty hair hangs in his eyes. He looks absolutely gorgeous. Just for Sam, you stare up at him with big wet eyes and cheeks puffy with dick and moan like rent’s due, like there’s nothing you’d rather be doing in that moment than sucking him off.

“Jesus, _____—“ Sam practically sobs. “Oh god—gonna—m’ gonna—“

Unfortunately, he’s not gonna do anything yet. You’re not selfish. Ruby helped you get here, which means it would be rude not to share. You slip off him with a dirty pop before Sam can cum, spit still rolling down your neck and chest. Feels good to be good.

“No, no, wait,” Sam gasps, pathetically, “_____, please—“

You lift your hands to cup Sam’s face, hoping to kiss it better, but Ruby intercepts you.

“Nuh-uh,” she utters, and hooks a gentle hand around the back of your neck. “I get a taste first.”

You’ve kissed Ruby before, for all sorts of reasons, but the imposing outline of her silhouette hanging over you never fails to fill you with the same taboo rush. Her vessel’s still freezing cold. Ruby balances a hand on Sam’s thigh and tilts your faces together. Behind her hair where Sam can’t see, she gives you a sweet conspiratory kiss that’s just meant for the two of you—and when you brush her hair back from her face, it becomes a show for Sam, her sucking and licking the taste of him from your mouth. You play her pliant little victim as per usual, yelping and moaning at the slightest nip. Ruby licks the spit off your chin and captures your whole being in a fierce, wet, kiss, and suddenly your underwear has poofed into smoke. You must be giggling a little too loud for her taste, because she breaks away and gives your closest arm a quick pinch.

“Ow! So mean,” you laugh.

Ruby kisses you again, and you get the sense this isn’t for Sam anymore. “You like it,” she flirts, “like being pushed around.”

“Girls,” Sam clears his throat. He complains, “Getting a little jealous here,” but his face shows the total opposite. He loves that you and Ruby like each other.

Just to remind her you’re not a total push-over, you give Ruby a few teasing pinches of your own and then flee into the safety of Sam’s side, where she can’t get you. Luckily there’s only a small streak of revenge in her eyes, and Ruby decides to save your torture for later. Sam’s on the rack. She fills up his other side, and the two of you spend the next minutes assuaging even his fake jealousy with back-and-forth kisses. Sam’s face always steams when you share him this way, and it’s easily your favorite way to torture him with Ruby. Nothing else makes him harder, and you don’t exactly blame him. Having two sexy women in your lap, fighting for your attention, taking turns kissing you, tasting the other on your lips… It sounds like something Dean would make up.

By the time you’re finished, Sam is red-faced and putty in your hands. You stroke his hair and he rolls right into the touch, wanting more, wanting you.

Ruby hides her smirk in Sam’s freckly shoulder. She asks you, “Do you think he deserves to cum?”

“Hmm. I mean, look at him, Ruby,” you scoop up Sam’s chin, “he’s so damn cute. And he looks all helpless and miserable—“

“Like a puppy begging for treats,” she agrees.

“Sam?” You stroke his face with your finger and revel in how desperate he looks. “Do you want your treat?”

Swallowing, Sam nods until his head is close to falling off. You’ve given him a minute to find his bearings, but his tank is still close to spilling. All he’ll need is a little bit more.

With this in mind, you exchange a glance with Ruby, and that’s all it takes for the two of you to slide off the bed in tandem. The second Sam realizes what you’re doing, he breaks out into the most broken stuttering you’ve ever heard. If this were anyone but Sam the two of you would be crammed shoulder-to-shoulder between his legs, but Ruby has plenty of room to link in beside you and snuggle in close to his lap. While Sam hyperventilates, you scoop him up around the base and admire him with Ruby. His cock gleams top to bottom with loads of spit, and all the wetness draws pretty highlights along the more obvious veins along the shaft. Your favorite part, without contest, is the deep pink head, which is the perfect size to hold in your mouth when he cums.

“I always forget just how big he is,” Ruby murmurs, tying her hair back.

“Big enough to share,” you beam.

Sam makes a helpless noise at this, praying that you don’t go easy on him. Like you, Ruby must understand that Sam only has so much in him left before he’s finished, because she wastes no time fucking around. There’s no way he’s surviving the two of you for more than a minute. So, no—you’re not going easy on him.

You’re a girl’s girl, so you let Ruby make the first move. She does exactly what you would’ve done if you’d been forced to watch someone else suck Sam off—she gets as much of him in her mouth as she possibly can. You’re pretty sure demons don’t need to breathe. They must not have gag-reflexes either, since Ruby swallows down all that Sam has to give in one go. She’s a total cheater, but it’s also weirdly hot. Drool pools from her full lips and her throat swells with the shape of him. You realize that that’s exactly how you must look when you’re choking on your boyfriend's cock, and make a mental note to congratulate Sam on how lucky he is to have you. Fuck.

Ruby backs up, giving you some room to slide in. You’re latching onto the side of Sam’s shaft without hesitation, right around where he’s thickest and there’s lots of warm flesh to suck. The texture and feel is almost like silicone with how hard Sam is, but there’s the unmistakable plushness of life under your mouth. You can even feel the fierce pound of his pulse against your tongue. Sam was right; you could blow him for hours like this, just licking and suckling until he’s soft and spent.

You try to pay attention to Ruby and work with her. Though she refuses to show it, she really likes you, and you hope that’s the reason why she plays fair instead of dirty. A year ago you would’ve deepthroated Sam to your heart’s content and made her fight for territory. Now, you’ve matured enough to share and so has she. You take turns sucking on him, giving a few quick bobs of your heads before popping off. Two wet, talented moving mouths have made Sam an incoherent, drooling mess, groaning and cussing between high-pitched prayers. He tries and fails to keep up with you. Sam’s hand finds your face or hair a couple times in the process, but he’s been blown so brainless that his grip only holds for a few seconds and disappears.

This time, when Ruby slips off Sam’s head to give you a turn, you don’t take it. Instead, you latch onto the side of his cock that Ruby isn’t going to town on and start licking with her. You’re pretty sure Sam’s brain melts out of his ears. She picks up on your plan, and in a few short seconds his cock is gliding happily between two eager pairs of puffy lips. With the way Sam looks down at you, you almost expect him to cum right then and there. He looks, well—he looks like two girls are slobbering all over and worshiping his dick at the same time. You’d be pretty messed up too.

“Do you want to cum all over our faces, Sam?” Ruby goads him.

Obviously you have to join in. “In our mouths, Sammy? All open and ready for you?”

This is way too much for his respectful meter to handle at once, and, like you were expecting, Sam’s mind stops working all together. He couldn’t answer you if he tried. Overloaded by all the soft wet sucking mouths on him, he collapses backwards on the bed and covers his face, gasping and moaning like his soul is being reaped.

Ruby is just as ruthless as you are, thank god. (Sam has a type). Even when Sam is basically sobbing with want, neither of you stop, intent upon chasing the big finish.

Eventually, you slide up and Ruby slides down, and while you’re tonguing the underside of the cock sealed in your mouth, she plays back and forth with Sam’s balls. The two of you must feel it at the same time. Sam’s poor spent cock starts to twitch and twitch, but Ruby never pulls away from what she’s doing—she lets you have it. She does really like you. If this were a year ago, you would’ve happily swallowed every ounce of Sam’s load. Might’ve even gloated about it like a cat with a belly full of cream, but. You do really like Ruby. Possessive of Sam as you are, this is a treasure worth sharing.

You whorl your tongue around Sam’s tip until he’s all yours, whimpering and trembling on the bed as he spurts into your mouth. His cum is always so, so warm, and if you were really opening up to your slutty side it sits like warm homey soup in your mouth. This is something you want Sam to see. You’re careful to slip off him and keep what you’ve won safe in your mouth, and with a little play-fighting, you push Ruby flat beside Sam on the mattress and sexily saddle her lap. She wiggles around with filthy excitement, but you wait until what remains of Sam’s shattered psyche drags him sideways to look at you—

—and then you spit Sam’s load into her mouth.

“…Jesus fucking christ, girls,” Sam swears. He’s been shocked back to coherency.

Ruby is an even eviler genius than she seems, and isn’t as quick to swallow as a glutton like you. Instead, she hauls you down into a few of the dirtiest, sexiest kisses you’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving, while poor Sam watches and pinches himself a couple dozen times. It’s only when you think you're genuinely gonna kill him that you stop and finally drink down your share.

“Told you,” you poke Ruby’s middle. “ Just like a pornstar.”

-

tags: @samssluttybangs @cookiemumster1 @lacilou @cevans-winchester @leigh70 @seraphimluxe @emily-roberts @emme-looou @aloneatpeace @williamstop @ornella0910 @chaoticshepherdplaid @dakota-dream @lcvecstiel @goghkiss @spnexploration @stoneyggirl2

[wrenwinchester]

For @holyfreaks

Originally, this was gonna be a generational cycle thing, focusing on the lgbtq+, then it was gonna focus on Sam and being Demisexual, and I was gonna do something with Dean’s perspective at some point, but umm… this happened instead. Heavy focus on Ouroboros. I guess. Anyway, I think I tagged everything. Idk. This was more rushed than I intended it to be.

Ouroboros and LGBTQ+

Sam

Dean had been gone for barely a week, and Sam spent every waking moment (that’s every moment by the way) since Dean’s death trying to get him back or mourning him. Or both. Usually both. He had been ignoring Ruby for days, he didn’t want to see her, she had promised to help keep Dean out of Hell. She failed.

But as he sat drinking and thinking to himself (a dangerous thing for a Winchester) he decided he had no other choice. Dean would do whatever he could for Sam, so Sam had to do the same. It was his job, look out for his pain in the ass older brother.

It’s funny, Dean never heard John say to Sam, “Keep your big brother out of trouble,” before leaving wherever they were staying. Of course John was never serious, but it stuck in Sam’s head. Even when he was away at college.

Sam tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t. And he couldn’t just call, or drive by Dean’s apartment to check on him. Sam never knew where he went, so he picked up praying again. Every night, day, whenever. He’d pray to whatever being was out there. He prayed that someone would watch out for his brother while he couldn’t. Which, at the time, he supposed was the rest of his life.

Sam thought he figured it out in college, why he felt like a freak. Everyone always talked about how hot others were, and sure, Sam could understand why someone would be attracted to someone aesthetically, but generally speaking, he never really was attracted to someone in that way. Even Jess, though she was probably the closest, and that wasn’t until way into their relationship.

He later figured out that the term for that was demisexual, and he felt less like a freak. He had a name for it. But still there was something more. Something that felt dark and sinister, and frankly he just wanted it gone. Then Dean came knocking on his door.

Or came in through his window, I suppose is more accurate. And eventually, right before he died, Sam figured out what was wrong with him. And it wasn’t his sexuality, or his anything else. He was actually wrong, almost inherently so, and it wasn’t his fault. He’d been fed Demon blood. As a baby! How many other times was that a possibility? How many time did it happen? How much of him was actually him?

Sam didn’t know the answers, and then he’d died, so it hadn’t really mattered, except it did. Because Dean brought him back. How could he do that? He didn’t know what Sam was? What could happen? He didn’t know the possibilities. It irked Sam that Dean didn’t think it through, that he never thought logically, but Sam also knew he needed his brother. He needed that part or Sam could never see the apocalypse through. He’d fail on his own, and now, Dean was dead.

He died, and Sam couldn’t stop it. What a freak. I have all these powers, demon powers, but powers nonetheless, and I couldn’t save my brother.

Sam called Ruby. “I need to save Dean. Whatever it is, I’ll do it. And even if I can’t save him, I want Lilith dead.” It wasn’t what Dean wanted. He didn’t trust any demon, but especially one who claimed to be trustworthy. But Sam didn’t have a choice. Ruby was the only one who could help him tune his powers to bring Lilith down.

“Where are you?”

“Black Forest Motel, Worthing, South Dakota.” Within seconds, Ruby was knocking on his door.

“One rule, is the girl in that meat suit alive?” Ruby nodded, her face contorting into a frown. Sam liked it that way. “You need to let her know. Find an empty suit.”

She tried to argue but found there was no use. She left, and everything was still until she came back.

A few weeks later, after constantly trying to get Sam to drink her blood, Ruby had an idea, “you need to be stronger, you need to avenge Dean.” Anytime she said Dean’s name, Sam’s ears perked up. He was so easily manipulated, all you had to do was lean a little on his love for his brother. “Come on, Sam, you need to be strong if you want to defeat Lilith, and you can’t even exorcise one low level without passing out. It’ll help. I promise.”

Sam didn’t like it, and he didn’t like what came after, it didn’t take long for him to give in, to everything, her every wish. I’m just doing it for the blood. So I can get stronger. So I can avenge Dean. Dean. So often, that’s the mantra that played in his head. He was doing it for Dean. Of that he was sure.

It’s funny, Sam thinks to himself during one of his rendezvous with Ruby. I spent my entire life feeling like a freak. Always the new kid, always the loser, always the guy who didn’t have it together. I can see it clearly now. So clearly. Of course I was the freak. This is who I am. Why didn’t I see that? Why didn’t Dad? Or Dean? Why didn’t they kill me?

When Dean came back, things didn’t exactly go to plan, then again, they never did. Sam was relieved of course, he had his brother back. His Dean. Even though he was distant. Still Sam wanted his revenge. He needed it. He’d come so far after all, so he ignored the angel’s warnings. The angel who was stealing his Dean away. He ignored Dean. He was doing this for Dean after all. Dean didn’t need to understand, just to accept the gift.

That’s what Sam kept telling himself anyway.

Later, when Sam finally got Lucifer trapped in his mind, he took one look at Dean, he allowed himself one look, before jumping into the pit with their other brother.

Sam spent an eternity watching Lucifer and Michael have their fun with Adam, and no matter how he tried, he couldn’t make them stop, he was a freak, even in the cage.

And when they do turn to him, he bends to their will. He bends so easily, and so far, before he even knows it, Michael and Lucifer are using him to torture Adam. Until of course Michael gets bored. Argues that he and Lucifer should play with their own toys for a while, and Lucifer agrees. That is his big brother after all.

I can do this for Dean. I can survive. I don’t have to make it out. I can bend but I won’t break.

He broke. He screamed until he couldn’t hear his own screams, and eventually, he asked for it. For all of it. “Please, Lucifer, please.” And once again, Sam found himself thinking:

I spent my entire life feeling like a freak. Always the new kid, always the loser, always the guy who didn’t have it together. I can see it clearly now. So clearly. Of course I was the freak. This is who I am. Why didn’t I see that? Why didn’t Dad? Or Dean? Why didn’t they kill me?

[italwayshadtobeyou]

[nahpkmp]

HAPPY VALENTINES Y'ALL 💝💝💝

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[frankieburieshisdead]

⛧𝔖𝔞𝔪 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯⛧

CW: NSFW, brief dubcon, angst

It was only two days. That was the agreement. That's how much you got of Sam Winchester. Two days and three nights and then he would pack up his life into his brother's shitty little flat-back impala and you would never see him again.

Until of course you saw him again.

You had friends over when he called. Squeezing past the group of 20 somethings wolf whistling at you as you went to pick up the landline meant that you were giggling when you picked up. You had set his number to a specific ring. It was the dial tone version of "Spooky boy like you" by Dusty Springfield. All your friends knew about Sam 'Sammy' Winchester, who had exorcised a cruel version of your reflection from your vanity mirror and then hadn't left your room for the rest of the weekend.

"Hey!" You answered, almost too excited as the box wine you had been drinking all night spurred on your mood.

"Hey," his voice was rough, like he'd used it up. "I'm in town, can I come over?"

You sobered quickly. "What's wrong?"

"I, um," you twisted the cord of the phone tightly between your two fingers. "Can I come over?" He asked again, desperate.

"Yes."

It took a bit of cajoling to get your company out, but you had the place mostly cleaned out by the time your doorman rang up to let you know a tall man with long brown hair was waiting downstairs for you.

He looked tired. His body hunched downwards, shoulders drooping. He looked good with the 5 o'clock shadow he was sporting.

Oh sweetheart, you wanted to say, what happened?

Instead you said: "come in."

He tipped forward, nuzzling into your neck. There was a wet stripe up your jaw and behind the shell of your ear. "Sam," you muttered under your breath, sure there was something more important to talk about. Hard to remember when the best sex of your life was rubbing his thigh up against your crotch. His arms circled your slim biceps, squeezing, almost shy of painful as he lifted you up onto your kitchen counter.

Hands unbuckling and unwinding, you let this moose of a man strip you on your kitchen counter. There was a second there that you both took to breathe, foreheads pressed together as his small way of asking "is this okay?" You nodded against his mouth and pulled his body flush against yours.

He prepped you like a man in front of his last meal. Quick and yet savoring. Rough but so attentive you had begun to squeal by the end of it. When he was inside you, there wasn't a second to breathe before he was hauling you on top, using the leverage of the flat mattress and his grip on your waist to bounce you like a rag doll. It wasn't at all like you remembered. He was too fast, jack rabbiting into you and hitting all the wrong spots. You had begun to realize the cruel way his fingers pressed into your lower back, digging and bruising. His sweet face was twisted up into a snarl and he frowned like he was waiting to get it over with.

You weren't having fun anymore.

"Sam stop!" You put your hands over his and squeezed. "You're hurting me!"

He immediately stilled, back still arched as you felt his stuttering heart in your abdomen.

"What?" He blinked up at you, almost out of a daze.

"You're hurting me." You said in a smaller voice.

Something snapped then. Sam's eyes crooning into a dip, his lip turning white from the way he was biting into it.

"I am?" He sounded devastated, truly and honestly devastated. His grip was loose, still around you but shaking. You should have stopped him the moment you realized something was wrong. It was too late now, he was still hard and wanting inside you and you weren't enough of a good person to kick him out. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"Okay, were okay baby. Just a little slower yeah?" You began to grind your hips downwards, letting the tip of his cock kiss something deep inside you. His eyes rolled back and you felt a full body shiver underneath you.

You fell forward when he bucked into you, almost like he couldn't help but crawl deeper. You had both arms on either side of his head, his mouth panting into yours. "Press here, like that." You put his hand on the bottom of your abdomen, pressing his fingers into the gap between his dick and your happy place. You screamed when you came, gripping onto Sam's shaggy cut as you're back arched. You were never sure if it was the hair pulling, the scream, or the the way you tightened up like a corkscrew that set him off but suddenly there was a silky feeling dripping out of you and Sam was sobbing into your shoulder.

"Oh baby you're okay." You soothed where you had been pulling at his roots. You were still out of breath, still impossibly full. "We're good, I'm here." He had both arms pressing you into his chest, keeping your head over his shoulder so you couldn't see his face. You had to force your way up, pulling out of his hold to look at the bloodshot look he was trying to hide into the pillow.

"Lets get some sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning." You used what little strength you had to flip the two of you over, in part so Sam was lying over you like a heated blanket and also so the threat of the ever soggier bed sheet was further away.

"Okay." His voice was raspy but sweet. You were glad to have Sam Winchester for one more weekend.

[winchester-24]

Imagine Sam having to choose between you and Ruby.

These past few months have been a test of your relationship, to say the least, with the younger Winchester. While you and Dean were on the same page, not wanting to trust a demon, Sam, for whatever reason, had a soft spot for her. You never got a good feeling from her. While Dean backed you up and said you were being sensible, Ruby would claim you were just jealous about another woman being around. Even though Sam would try to appease both sides initially, he would always take Ruby’s side, saying she was just here to help.

While she did helpful things for the three of you, it never shook you that she had an ulterior motive. At first, she would be around occasionally. She would be around with anything demon-related but would leave right after that. In any other case the three of you took, she wasn’t there. Then she started hanging around after interrogating demons; she would pop up after you three finished a hunt until it was the point that she was around almost, if not every day. It wouldn’t be as bad if she didn’t want to spend every moment with your boyfriend. The only time it seemed that you would get to see him was when you two would go to bed together.

You would voice your concerns to Sam at night when it was just you two, and he would listen, be understanding, and try to reassure you as much as you could. He would kiss on you and declare his love for you. He would tell you that he would be better with spending time with you during the day, and you would feel better- for that night. The next day, it would be the same story, a different day. You had no idea what hold Ruby had on Sam, but it was starting to piss you off.

One night, you couldn’t hold it anymore, so you let Sam have it. You let out all of your frustrations and vented your anger, hurt, and need for him to look at what she is doing. This caused a drastic fight between you and him. Dean, being only a room over, heard it and came to your rescue to defend you and try to show Sam how delusional he was starting to become. Sam stormed out that night and did not return until early that morning, smelling like a bar.

After two days of pettiness and sass, you two made up, much to Ruby’s displeasure. You made a point after the argument that you were there wherever Sam and Ruby were together. It didn’t matter if they were in the hotel room, a diner, or wherever they were; you were right there. It was pissing Ruby off. You would smugly hold Sam’s hand as she glared at you, and you would blow kisses to her, taunting her, challenging her to question Sam about you being there.

Unfortunately, the climax of your relationship hit once it was uncovered that Ruby could not get Dean out of his deal. The hurt and betrayal felt was expected but still stung. You knew you shouldn’t have trusted a demon, but a part of you hoped that you wouldn’t have to experience someone that was like your brother’s death on top of the love of your life having to go through that grief. The days following Dean’s death were rough. For the first few days, Sam and you would hold onto each other and cry, sleep, drink, and repeat. While not healthy, you and Sam had each other and would tell each other that you had one another; you guys would get through this together. However, there was a particular demon that was still sticking around.

After the first week, Ruby was still there trying to comfort Sam, not you, but only Sam. Your grief turned to anger, and you started a fight.

“Why the fuck are you even still here? You told us that you could get Dean out of his deal, and you couldn’t even fucking do that. Dean is gone; your purpose here is done. Let us grieve in peace and go find someone else to fuck over.” You snapped as she once again tried to hug Sam to comfort him. Ruby turned around, glaring at you.

“While you have been too busy living in your pathetic, sad girl world, I have been formulating a plan to get back at Lilith for Dean being sent to Hell. While I could not save Dean, I can at least help Sam get the revenge on the one who deserves it.”

“Hell no. You don’t get to be anywhere near Sam after all the shit you have put him and the rest of us through. We can figure it out on our own without your stuck-up, no good, nothing attitude around us.” Sam walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

“Hey, I know we are all upset right now, but let's calm down for a second and hear what the plan is, hmm? Do you think that’s possible?” You glared up at him.

“Don’t you see what she is doing? She is tearing us apart. First, Dean, and now she is going to wedge herself between us. She is not good for you, Sam. She is not good for us. Let us figure out how to deal with Lilith on our own. We don’t need her.” Sam sighed.

“I am going to hear her out; if you don’t want to, fine, but when you are ready to seek justice for Dean, let me know.” He kissed the top of your head and then stalked out of the room. Ruby gave you a smug look and sauntered out of the room to follow Sam. You could only stand there seething.

After that, Sam started to distance himself from you. He would come to bed after you and be gone before you woke up. He and Ruby would stop talking when you entered the room, and he no longer talked to you about Dean, Lillith, the plan, or anything for that matter. He would ask how you were doing, tell you he loved you, and make casual conversation, but that’s it. You put up with this for two weeks, but after that, you had enough.

You packed a bag, all the stuff you have been traveling with, and some of the weapons and gear from the Impala you typically used. You walk into the main living room where Ruby and Sam are; as usual, they stop talking as soon as you enter the room, except Sam’s eyes widen when he sees your bag. You dropped it on the ground, and it made a thump sound and made eye contact with him.

“Listen close, Winchester, and listen well because I will only say this once. I can’t remember the last time you came to bed with me, when I woke up to you or even when I had more than a three-minute conversation with you. You are keeping secrets from me, and if that isn’t bad enough, you are keeping secrets from me with a Demon, in case you forgot that is what she is. We are no closer to finding a way to get Dean back or kill Lillith unless we are, and you just don’t want to tell me. However, all I know is all our problems started when that bitch walked into our lives. So now you have a choice. You can continue this little scheme with a demon, the one who has lied to us and used us; you and her can talk and hang out all you want. You can even kiss her and fuck her if you haven’t already because let's be honest, I don’t even know where you are most of the time anymore,” Tears start to form in your eyes, but your voice doesn’t falter; Sam is standing up at this point but not moving towards you.

“or you can come with me. You can grab your things; we can leave in the Impala and put her behind us. I won’t ask questions, I won’t be mad, it will just be me and you and the bitch that has brought this on us,” You take a moment to glare at Ruby, who is already glaring at you, before looking back at Sam, “will be forgotten. I don’t want to throw away the years we have been together, Sam, but I refuse to compete with a demon when I am already yours. You can’t have both of us, so you must pick one.” Sam’s eyes are glossy, and he is trying to hold back tears. He takes a step towards you, but you take a step back. If you let Sam touch you, it is a guaranteed fold, and you will still be stuck here playing the third wheel with your own boyfriend. Sam stops moving but starts speaking softly.

“I’m sorry I have been keeping things from you; that is my fault. I have been distant, but it isn’t because I love you any less, because Y/N, I love you so much. Ruby has a plan. We have been working on it together, which takes a lot of time and effort. I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, but I am doing this for us- for Dean. You have to believe me on that. I would never want to hurt you, but this plan that Ruby has will work; I need the time to figure it out together.” Your heart sinks as, once again, he is defending what she is doing.

“She said her plan for Dean would work too, Sam, and look at where that got us. I don’t trust her. I don’t know what this plan is, but it’s not a good one, and it's leading you down a dark path. What I still say stands- me or her. Who is more important to you, Sam.” One tear falls down your face as your boyfriend doesn’t immediately answer. He shakes his head.

“Please don’t make me choose.” He says finally, voice cracking. You sigh, shake your head, and grab your bag.

“It sounds like you already did. I will figure out how to get Dean out on my own. Have fun with your new demon girlfriend.” You walk towards the door, hoping Sam will at least grab your wrist and stop you try to convince you to stay, anything. However, when you get to the door and open it, you turn to look back at Sam and he is still standing in the same place, but now Ruby is standing beside him, hand on his shoulder as she is also looking at you walk out the door- except she has a slight smile on her face. You scoff,

“Seems like she has a deeper root on you than either of us realized, huh, Sammy?” You say before walking through the door and closing it behind you, along with the life you had with Sam. More tears fell down your face as you started walking away from the motel room you guys were in for the week. You allowed yourself to cry for a few minutes before wiping your tears away.

You had to save Dean. You had to make a plan.

But most importantly, you had to call Bobby for a ride.

[theyounghag]

season four is fun

[samwinchestersgirl83]

Fellow wincesties and other fanfic lovers of all fandoms! I have an important announcement to share. Due to the election results thus far in America, if nothing gets overturned or verified that election fraud took place, and Trump gets back in office, one of the big things to happen is project 2025. Now there is alot to unpack with that however that is already terrifying and alot of us already know - women’s rights, LGBTQ+ rights, etc. , one of the other outlines is banning porn nationwide. Porn is already banned in several states in the US already that took place this year. What this now means includes fanfiction from sites such as A03 and Wattpad. A03 is American based and insanely popular. If you don’t already, I highly suggest you start downloading your favorites and/or printing them out because if this takes place the site will shut down in the coming months. I wish I was joking, I have been reading up on everything that could and would take place to prepare myself.

I just wanted to get word out. I’m going to tag as many SPN ship fandoms to spread the word. This is not a ship war. This is an ally helping you keep your enjoyment. Feel free to reblog and add more ships.

I absolutely did not vote for him or any of this.

[watermelongirl01]

Jus In Bello

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Criminal Minds x Supernatural

Summary: Your lies finally catch up with you and now you have to face Hotch.

Content Warning: Violence, Dead description, Bitchy reader, Sacrifice talk, Sex talk, Long chapter. (almost 4k words I think.)

Your hands were closed over the steering wheel, eyes tightly closed, and your head rested in the seat. That has been your position over the longest ten seconds of your life, trying to remember all the made-up information to get the brothers out of this mess.

You stepped out of your vehicle looking at the helicopter with concern, and marched down the precinct with a couple of files under your arm. The change of scenery forced you to change the look in your eyes from worried to neutral. 

With the sound of your high heels clicking against the floor, you approached the nice-looking lady. Her dark hair was braided, and a shiny cross was visible on her chest.

“Hello, darling, I’m looking for Victor Henriksen. Do you know where I can find him?” Brown and expectant wide eyes looked at yours with curiosity. But before she could answer, the man appeared. 

“You’ve found him.” 

“I’m from the BAU.” You showed him your badge for a brief moment. “We are taking the case.”

“Excuse me?”

“We believe the Winchesters brothers match the profile of a duo of serial killers we’ve been looking for.” You explained while handing him your files.

You hoped those files made sense, but you couldn’t be sure after improvising the whole thing on the flight.

“My department has been looking for them for years, and we’ve never heard a word from you till today.” You could sense the desperation and anger in his voice.

“And you managed to catch them, congratulations agent. But now I will take over.” You simply said sitting at the lady’s desk.

Four pairs of eyes were looking at you with surprise.

“Then what if they are not who you’re looking for?” He crossed his arms looking at you with distrust. 

You couldn’t blame him, the poor guy spent years after your boys, and now that he finally got to them, you were about to steal them away from him.

“Then we can give them back to your department, but now they’re going to fly back to Virginia with me.”

“That’s going to take months of paperwork.”

“Well agent, that’s a bridge I’ll cross with your superior, By the way, where is he?”

“He went to visit the prisoners but believe me when I say he’s going to be pissed. He’s not going to let this happen.”

“It’s fine agent, I outrank both of you, I don’t need his permission.”

You knew you were being the biggest bitch and it was going to take a toll on your reputation in the bureau, but right now you couldn’t care any less, you weren’t gonna let them take the Winchester boys away from you. And to be fair you could be way worse.

But suddenly a scream coming from the cells caught the attention of everyone in the room, you quickly took your gun out and followed them. 

An FBI agent lying dead in front of your feet, and Sam holding a gun.

“Put the gun down, He shot him.”

“I didn’t shoot him, I didn’t shoot anyone.” Sam tried to explain nervously.

“He shot me.” A Pissed Dean said.

The Winchester’s eyes found your frame next to Henriksen’s and you noticed the relief in their look, but they were still cautious about the many guns pointing at them, everyone noticed there wasn’t a bullet wound on the body, but Henriksen was still holding his gun.

“Talk or I shoot.” He stated.

“You won’t shoot, agent. I won’t let you .” Both brothers looked at you and slightly nodded, you knew your words were reassuring for them, but Henriksen looked at you like you were crazy.

“He was possessed.” Sam said.

But Henriksen wasn’t having any of it, he got closer to you.

“You can’t contradict me in front of the prisoners.” He said, venom coming out with his words. He was pissed and you were about to make it worse.

“I can and I will.” If looks could’ve killed you would be lying beside Steven with the death stare he sent your way.

“We have a helicopter. We will fly them and then you and I can talk about who takes them.”

“I don’t think you understand, you don’t have a say on this, they are leaving this precinct with me.”

And when you thought nothing could go worse, the sound of an explosion shocked you all. The only thing that helped you regain your composure was Henriksen's desperate yells trying to reach out to his colleague.

—

Everyone was panicking except you and Henriksen and then the lights went out. You were officially freaked, the detective was still thinking this was somehow an elaborate plan to free the Winchester brothers, but you knew best, whoever did this didn’t want the Winchesters alive and this was about to get ugly. You rolled your eyes and laughed at his attempt to ask for professionalism from everyone, he was so blind to see that none of that mattered against whatever was out there.

You quickly walked away from the rest and went to the cells. On your way there you passed Nancy, the secretary, and one of the officers. 

You stood in front of the brothers with your arms crossed.

“What the hell is happening?” 

“Demons.” 

“Hate those bastards.” Your eyes focused on Dean's wound. “How 's your arm?”

“Better, the girl willingly brought us some things.” you narrowed your eyes. “What's the plan?” Dean asked

“Well, the plan was using my rank to bully everyone into believing the BAU is looking for you and let me fly you back to Virginia with me, then you escaping and me praying not to lose my job.” You whispered while leaning against the cell bars.

“Was?” Sam’s eyes reflected his worry.

“Well, I was hoping to be out of here hours ago, before he got the chance to read the files, 'cause I’m pretty sure somewhere around file number four, page 20, I ran out of ideas and started to write my Christmas turkey recipe.” You sighed and leaned closer. “Guys, it’s pretty bad out there, Henriksen put us in lockdown.”

“We need to get out of here now.” Sam grumbled. “They are coming right for us.”

“I know, believe me, I do. But those sons of bitches out there are not making this any easier.”

Both boys' faces reflected concern.

“Look, I’m gonna work on it, okay? I'm gonna get you out of here.”  You assured while extending your arms between the cell bars for them to take your hands and find some comfort.  “Just an advice, next time you see Bella, shoot her.” 

“Hey, it’s like we have a contract on us, right? They want us.” Dean said while pressing the white towel over his wound. “I think it is because we are so awesome.”

You frowned in confusion. “Wipe that smile out of your face, you weirdo.”

The sound of footsteps made your head turn to the sheriff, who bluntly ignored you and Dean’s attempts to piss him off. And just opened the cell.

“Uh, Sheriff?”

“It’s time to go, boys.” Your head immediately snapped at him, but he just kept getting closer and so did you.

“Uh, you know what? We’re just comfy right here, but thank you.” Deans said while they both started to back up, and your hand was already making its way to your gun.

“What do you think you are doing?” Henriksen said behind you.

“I’m not gonna sit right here and wait to die.”

“It’s safer here.” Henriksen insisted.

“There’s a SWAT facility in Boulder.”

“We’re not going anywhere.”

“The hell we’re not.”

You decided to stay quiet while the battle of male egos began and you were sure that was the right decision, cause the next thing that happened was Henriksen shooting the sheriff and you getting blood all over you.

The boys immediately fought Henriksen while you stared in shock at the sheriff’s body.

“We need help!”

You nodded, pulling yourself together, and helped them to get Henriksen’s gun so they could push him into the toilet with what looked to be holy water and later exorcize him. 

“Stay back!” Dean warned the deputy grabbing the gun out of your hand, and you finally pulled yours to point at him as well. 

Black smoke came out of Henriksen’s mouth and you lowered your gun.

“Fuck.” You cursed while sitting down on the tiny bed.

~~

Dean was in a hurry to get his weapons out of the trunk when he saw a big SUV parked in front of the police station and a tall man getting out of it. He quickly ran before he could enter the place and pulled a gun on him.

“Who are you?” The man frowned while carefully watching the scene in front of him.

“I’m here for a friend.”

“I asked your name.”

“Hotchner.” Dean’s eyes widened, his hand skillfully made its way to one of his holy water flasks and he splashed Hotch’s face. No hissing, no burned face, no even a reaction.

“Just making sure.” Dean awkwardly laughed. “Your friend is fine, she is inside.”

Hotch nodded with hesitation. But the massive wave of black smoke caught the attention of both men, making them rush inside with no questions asked.

“Hey, look who I found out there.” Dean squeezed your shoulder. “No worries, he is himself.”

Your eyes immediately found the tall and strong man with an unfazed expression frame, you felt a pit in your stomach and your sweat turned cold.

“Hotch?” 

“We need to talk.”

“Of course, Sir.” You jumped out of the desk you were sitting on and walked to the other extreme of the precinct so no one could listen to you.

“Are you okay?” He asked but you were just standing still looking at him with the same look of a teenager who just got caught smoking.

“Listen, I don’t know half of what’s happening right now.” He suddenly embraced you in a quick but tight hug.

“That’s not what I asked. You haven’t answered your phone in hours, I knew something was wrong. You took a plane, left just a note on my desk and when I got to know where you were, there was no phone reception anywhere near.” Hotch said while inspecting your face, he frowned when he saw the splashes of blood on you. 

“I’m okay. It’s not mine.” He barely nodded but you caught the slight move of his head. “I’m sorry I worried you.” You said with sorrow, scratching your head.

“Worried me? You scared the heck out of me.” You frowned, you've never seen him like that. “When I finally found you, I arrived at a place with dead bodies everywhere, a helicopter on fire, and a man pointing at me with a gun, splashing water on my face. I thought you were taken hostage.”

“Everything got out of control. Hotch you need to leave while you still can.” He tilted his face. “We are dealing with demons.” 

He shook his head and placed a hand on his hip. “What happened? 

“Sure, well, you see- ” You stutter trying to remember the story.

“The truth.”

You took a deep breath. “I got a call from those boys out there, they were arrested and I was here to get them out, they are hunters. I grew up with them.” You explained while playing with your own hands. “I had a plan, a good one, but then bad things happen and now we are on lockdown. We think the demons want them, but I can’t let that happen.”

“Then I’m gonna help you out and then we are going to talk about what kind of friends you have.”

“We don’t know how this is going to end, I can’t let you do that, It’s not safe.”

“Well, it’s not safe leaving the place either. So put up with it.”

“Hotch.” You called him, but he was already making his way back to everyone else.

—

Everyone in the precinct was painting devil’s traps in every entry and placing salt in every window and door.

“So, you were their call.” Henriksen looked at you.

“I’m sorry.” You nodded. “I’m not the bitch you think I am, I swear.”

“She’s way worse.” Dean said disguised in a scoff while he was pretending to be busy looking down at the map on the desk.

Henriksen laughed. “So, all those files I read are not legit?”

You shook your head. “Not even a little bit.” You looked at Hotch praying he didn’t hear, but the look he sent you told otherwise.

“They seemed pretty real.”

“Are you sure you read those?” 

“Does he know as well?” He pointed at Hotch with a head movement.

“Just a part of it, but I’m afraid there won’t be any secrets between us after this.” He nodded

“If we get out of this alive.”

“We will, I promise.” You smiled at him patting his back. “And I’m gonna make up for that bitchy attitude I gave you.”

“Right, everybody needs to put these on, It’ll keep you from being possessed.” Dean said, interrupting your conversation while passing the necklaces around.

“What about you guys?” Nancy asked when she saw none of you had necklaces on.

The brothers stretched their shirts down so everyone could see the tattoos on their chests. 

“Smart, how long have you had those?”

“Not long enough.” 

Now all the eyes were on you. Dammit.

“Oh, I’m not showing mine, not at least four dates, three dinners at my favorite restaurant, and my father’s blessing.”  An awkward laugh leaves your lips. “But I have one just like that, I swear.”

“Her tattoo is in a nonaccessible area.” Dean rolled his eyes. “She didn’t want it to be seen.”

“Well, it isn’t pretty.”

“It doesn’t have to be pretty, it’s safe.” 

“How are we going to be sure you are not possessed?” Hotch asked, causing you to look at him with surprise.

“Splash me some holy water, hell, put my head in the holy toilet, but I’m not showing skin.” You narrowed your eyes at Hotch with a smirk drawn on your face. “Unless that is what you want.” 

Henriksen frowned in confusion at your flirty tone. “You always talk to your superiors like that?” 

“I’m not really her superior, she just lets me boss her around sometimes.” Hotch vaguely explained. Not the best explanation though.

“Uh, Isn’t that a kink of yours?” 

“Shut the fuck up, Dean.” You shoved his wounded shoulder making him whine.

—

A loud noise pulled everyone out of their places and quickly following the sound and the shattered glass, you saw a woman standing inside of the devil’s trap.

“How do we kill her?” 

“We don’t.” Sam said getting in between.

“She’s a demon.”

“She is here to help us.” Sam stated lowering Henriksen’s gun.

“Are you kidding?”

You were confused, Dean was clearly upset and Sam was helping the blonde woman with glass on her hair, why the fuck did they know a demon?.

“Are you gonna let me out?” Sam scratched part of the devil’s trap out of the floor and you looked at Dean.

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

The demon passed the whole group and walked into the police station. Dean sent Sam a glare that you couldn’t decipher and then walked away. 

“How many are out there?” Dean asked.

“Thirty at least. That's so far.” 

“Who sent them?”

“You didn’t tell Dean?” The woman glared at Sam. “Wow. I’m surprised.”

“Tell me what?”

“Her name is Lilith, and she really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. Guess she sees him as competition.” 

“You knew about this?” Sam gulped while trying to look at everyone but his brother.

“Well, jeez, Sam. Is there anything else I should know?” A louder and pissed Dean asked.

You stood in the middle. “Is there anything I should know?” You asked, emphasizing the “I” part. Both brothers looked at you. “Like, who is the spawn of hell, and why the fuck is she on first name bases with you? And what do you mean competition?”

She looked at you, extending her hand at you. “I’m Ruby.” You barely looked at her and lowered her hand with your gun out of your sight. “Rude.”

“Care to start talking?” You crossed your arms.

“She’s helping with the deal situation.” Sam walked closer to you. You stopped him with a gesture of your hand.”

“She’s a demon!” Your voice was starting to rise. “Do you think she’s actually trying to help you?”

“She has already.” He tried to argue back. “Look, we didn’t think it was the best idea to tell you about it.” You tilted your head narrowing your eyes at him, begging for him to carefully choose his next words.

“Oh! Because of the accident thing.” Ruby interrupted like she was answering some kind of trivia game.

Dean got closer to you. “We thought you didn’t want to get involved with any of this and to be honest it’s better if you don’t.” 

“Oh, fuck me then, I forgot I’m only here to get your ass out of jail.” Your tongue made a clucking sound. “Got it.”

“No, no.” Sam looked at you with concern.

“It’s not like that.” Dean insisted but you walked past him and stood next to Hotch leaning your back against the wall. Hotch looked at you trying to get a hint of what was happening but you shook your head. It wasn’t the moment for that.

The demon scoffed. “How about the three of you talked about this later?” She looked back at Sam. “We’ll need the colt.” Sam swallowed and looked away from Ruby and Dean avoided eye contact with her.

“Where’s the colt?”

“It got stolen.” 

The devil’s neglected kid was pissed, she stood in the middle of the precinct with all eyes on her except yours and Aaron’s whose gaze was glued to you. 

“Fine, Since I don’t see that there’s any other option, there’s one other way I know how to get you out of here alive.” 

“What 's that?” Dean asked.

“I know a spell.” Her hands made her to her hips. “ It’ll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included.” 

“I’m in, it was one hell of a ride Ruby, it was nice meeting you.” She rolled her eyes at your sarcastic comment.

“Okay, what do we need to do?” Dean stood up.

“Aww, you can’t do anything, this spell is very specific.” Her eyes analyzed everyone in the room. “It calls for a person of virtue.”

“I got virtue.” Dean insisted but Ruby laughed at him.

“Nice try. You are not a virgin.”  Your eyebrows frowned. 

Dean chuckled while awkwardly looking around. “Nobody's a virgin.” 

The officer’s head movement looking towards Nancy was highly noticeable, which made everyone in the room look at her, the poor girl just uneasily crossed her arms.

“No, no way.” Nancy just scratched her neck. “You’re kidding me.”

“What? It’s a choice, okay?”

“Not even once? I mean, not even…? Wow.”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Dean. She's not missing anything anyway.” Everyone looked at you in surprise. “I’m just saying…” You got flustered and just looked down.

Hotch mouthed a “Really?” at you.

“What? Not everyone knows how to please a woman.” You whispered your explanation, afraid of attracting all the attention again.

“So, the spell. What can I do?”

“You can hold still, while I cut your heart out of your chest.” Your eyes widened in horror.

“What?”

“What, are you crazy?”

“Of course she is, she’s a demon, that's probably what she gets for lunch every day.” You blurted and shook your head in frustration.

“I’m offering a solution.”

A discussion began between Ruby and Dean, but before it could escalate, Nancy shut them up.

“I’ll do it.”

But that just started another round of arguments, which many of those you missed when you spaced out, the only thing that brought back was when you heard Sam’s name being called by Ruby.

“Sam, you know I’m right.” Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at Sam waiting for his answer. He wasn’t the only one waiting.

“Sam?”

But his answer never came.

“What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her.” 

You swallowed and looked at him. “Sammy?” You called for him. You knew your voice sounded judgmental, cause he was doing everything to avoid your eyes.

You shocked your head in disbelief when Sam followed a pissed Dean into a hallway. Your body slowly slid down to sit on the floor, your legs touching your chest. Hotch sat right next to you, placing a hand over your knee.

“What’s in your mind? And don’t try to lie.”

“I guess I failed, I swore to their Dad to be for them.” You shrugged your shoulders.  “Suddenly they befriended that black smoke sucker and now Sam is willing to cut out some innocent girl's heart, and that’s a little troubling, that’s not my Sammy.”  Tears began to well up in your eyes but you blinked away the tears before anyone could see. 

“You always try to help them from what I’ve heard, even if that breaks the rules, I did hear about the false files.” He tried to comfort you by caressing your knee, making little circles on it with his thumb.

“Sorry about that.” A little chuckle came out from your mouth. Hotch thought that the sound was almost melodic. 

“And you’re also mad they have a demon friend.”

“Not mad, just disgusted, Her kind lies and do immoral things just for fun. I don’t care that she clearly knows more about their life than I do, she is sketchy to me.” Your eyes looked at the blonde head a couple of feet away from you. “I mean her solution is killing a virgin, what if Nancy wasn’t one?.”

“You think she made that up?”

“Everything has to play their way, I know she can’t smell virgins, but it’s just weird how lucky we were to have a virgin with us.” 

“What about the accident she mentioned?” Hotch’s curiosity got the best of him.

You tilted your head and sighed. “I got possessed, and almost killed myself in the process, but I would rather not talk about it.” 

—

“Where’s the hell’s spawn? She left before the party?” Your eyes look at Sam for a brief moment and then continue to look at the gun you were loading. 

Dean came up with a plan. It wasn’t his smartest idea, but it was better than cutting someone’s heart, so everyone agreed to it.

“She didn’t think it was going to work, She left.”

“That’s nice of her. Such a good friend you have there Sam. John would’ve loved her.” Sam looked at you in surprise, He knew you weren’t mad at him, that the only reason you were upset was because you felt hurt about the hidden information, and feeling hurt and sad was upsetting for you. But the fact you called him Sam and not Sammy concerned him a bit.

“Hey, you two.” Dean stood in between you and Sam. “After this is over, we are going to sit down and discuss this as a family, you heard?”  Sam nodded but you just rolled your eyes.

“You don’t get to decide when we are family and when we’re not. This is the last time you hide information from me. If you don’t want me to leave your ass in jail, you idjits.”  You quickly gathered the things you needed and walked away from them, you searched for Hotch and found him already in his position.

“I don't know how this is gonna go, I just want you to know I’m really glad I’m by your side right now. It makes me feel safe even if I know there’s a big percentage of me being killed tonight.” You scratched your head, talking about your feelings always made you want to puke. In the end, you and the Winchesters were raised in a similar household.

“Don’t say that, we are going to win, and after that, we will fly back home and go to that overpriced restaurant you love so much.” Hotch smiled and you stood silent for a few seconds while biting your lip thinking about the consequences of your next move. 

Whatever, you might die today anyway.

“Fuck it.”

You got closer to Hotch and stood on your tiptoes so you could have a better chance of reaching him, but even that and wearing high heels wasn’t enough, you reached for the end of his tie and roughly pulled him to you, so you could push your lips forward and slightly peck him on the lips. His lips felt a little chapped but they still felt like the perfect combination when they perfectly fit with your soft ones, and you’re sure your tinted chapstick helped a bit. 

“Just for luck.” You winked at him and quickly got away before you could see his reaction or hear any repercussions.

“All set?” You heard Dean’s cream getting you out of your bubble.

“Let’s do this.” You smiled.

~~

“So, are you leaving soon?” You looked up at Dean who was standing next to Sam in their room’s door frame.

You crossed your arms and slightly nodded. “Yep, Tomorrow morning, you?”

“We will hit the road in a few hours, Henriksen already killed us, we don’t want to risk it.”  You chuckled. “Hey, you know we love you, right? We are family.” 

“You guys have mentioned, yeah.” You tilted your head looking at them. “And I love you, boys.”

Sam took one step closer and looked at you with his beautiful but concerned eyes. “We just didn’t want to put you in danger.”

“I know Sammy, but you have to understand I can handle myself. Hey, I know you are struggling and you think you will have to keep fighting alone, but I would give up my badge for helping you, I would risk my life. So before you feel like asking for help from that demon, come to me first, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, boys.”  Sam gifted you a big smile and closed the space between you with a big and tight hug.

When Sam let you go, it was Dean’s turn.

“Hey, I need you to know that I’ve forgiven you for breaking my favorite doll that one time and- -“ 

“That was ages ago, I was like twelve.” He interrupted you.

“Shhh, I’m trying to have a heart-to-heart moment right here.” You shushed him and put a finger on his lips so he would stop talking.  “You have to know that I need you, that if you’re not here, that’s not a world I would like to live in. I’m going to do whatever it takes to help you, I swear.” He slowly walked closer and pulled you into a hug, you tightened it by grabbing him by his jacket, in that hug, Dean felt your love, but he also felt the desperation in not knowing if tomorrow you’ll still have him. He kissed your head.

“Enough with the chick flick moments, you need some sleep.”

“See you guys soon.” They nodded.

“Use protection!”

“Shut up, Dean!”

After saying your goodbyes, you walked just a few steps and entered your shared room with Hotch, who was already sitting in his bed.

“You talked out with the boys?”

“I did.” You smiled at him. 

“Well, let’s sleep, we need to rest for tomorrow.”

“Sure thing, boss. Oh, no wait, you're not my superior, I just let you boss me around sometimes, right?” He smiled.

“Which is a Kink, Dean said it.”

“It’s not, don’t listen to him, you met the guy, he’s pretty stupid.”

“I don’t kno- -.” Hotch got interrupted by someone knocking at the door, you cautiously pulled out your gun and opened the door.

“Dean?”

“Turn on the news.” He said while both brothers entered your room.

Hotch took the control remote and pressed the on button.

Authorities believe a gas main ruptured, causing the massive explosion…

“It happened right after we left.” You looked up at Sam.

“Lilith?” The brothers nodded. 

Hotch turned off.

“She would’ve done it anyway, it’s not on you.” Hotch reassured them.

The four of you stayed in silence for a while, looking at each other. Dean decided to break the ice first.

“How did it feel to be in your first massive exorcism?” Hotch smiled. 

“Not what I’m used to.” 

“We should leave.” Sam announced. “We are skipping town early.” You nodded.

“You know, I’m a federal agent. Why should I let you go?” Both boys frowned and looked at Hotch with concern.

“I mean the news kinda killed us already.” Dean said with an awkward laugh.

“Yeah?”

The brothers called your name for help, and although you were enjoying the banter, you decided to rescue them. 

“Don’t worry, guys. I got it.” You stood between the brothers and Hotch. “Start running, I’ll distract him.” They immediately listened and left the room. 

Hotch frowned. “What’s the distraction? Nothing is keeping me from chasing them.” You couldn’t believe he was being this playful, but you played this game even better. 

“Hey, Hotch.”  You pulled down the left side of your pants and panties just to give him a quick look at your tattoo.

Hotch’s eyes darkened while his tongue passed over his upper lip. His eyes were not leaving the view you were giving him. You saw how his fist closed tight and then opened up again after a few deep breaths and managed to compose himself.

“I knew it was at your hip.” 

“You were right.” You chuckled while you opened your bag to look for clothes.

“By the way.” You look up at him. “Watermelon.”

You frowned with confusion. “What?”

“Watermelon.” He repeated once again. “Your lips taste like watermelon.” 

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[winfreak]

Sam falls apart when Dean dies. Even more so when he realizes he can't get Dean back. Ruby shows up and Sam is angry, lashing out.

She bends him over and beats him. It's like the tension melts out of his body. This was what he needed and he never even knew.

He weeps while she fingers him, babbling incoherently. She soothes his old aches while making new ones.

The first time he calls out Dean's name his heart sinks, stomach dropping. But then Ruby encourages it. "That's right, Sammy. Just want your big brother, huh?"

A dam breaks. Sam comes so hard he sees stars. From then on it becomes routine. Ruby trains Sam to drop at the snap of her fingers, taking care of him so good.

Then Dean comes back and he can't see Ruby anymore and it's like he can't function. He can't go back to before. Can't remember how he lived without it.

Dean finds out and he's furious and Sam aches. Ruby shows up and fights with Dean and then teaches him this new way to take care of his baby brother.

[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 103.5/327

4.9 I Know What You Did Last Summer Written by Sera Gamble Directed by Charles Beeson Original Air Date: November 13, 2008

[asbeel]

"Ass or titties" Supernatural edition

Featuring: every relevant character I could think of and remember

Lmao I did this for hannibal and I thought it's be a good idea to do this for spn too lol

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Sam, genuine disbelief: What?

Eileen, signing: Sam's ass

Dean: Tits, obviously. (That was a lie. The true answer is Castiel's ass)

Castiel: Dean told me the safe answer is personality, so my answer is Dean.

Jack: Cas told me to stay away from people like you *flies away*

Ruby: Whatever you can offer, sweetheart.

Crowley: Why not both?

Lucifer: Honestly, does it matter?

Mary: Oh... John had a great ass...

John: My wife

Meg: Tits

Bobby: I'm too old to be thinking about that kinda stuff, idjit.

Ellen: Get the fuck out

Jo: Oh... I haven't really thought about it.

Chuck: Trick question! Ass AND titties!

Amara: Some peace and quiet

Balthazar: Ass. Everyone's got one, right?

Kevin: I want... advil.

Jody: Donna, of course! She's so sweet and is really good with the girls! 🥰🥰

Donna: Oh! I'd choose Jody! 🥰🥰

Metatron: Is God's recognition an option?

Benny: Titties? Is that what they're calling them now?

Naomi: I am an angel, I am above such human flaws.

Rowena: If I could only choose one? Ass.

Charlie: Ass and titties... but only on chicks

Ketch: I can't say I've ever turned down a woman with a big personality (the man was, in fact, turned on my Dean Winchester)

Adam: Michael

Michael: Adam

Gabriel: Yes

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This interview did NOT go right 🥲

[comet-fire13]

so i started actively and intentionally re-watching supernatural for the first time in nearly four years.

just got to season four. and i started thinking about how…

s4 showed dean become close to castiel who was decieving him the whole time

meanwhile we also had sam grow close to a demon who was also deceiving him

cas and ruby both were actively using their relationship with the winchester brothers to start the apocalypse while convincing them (sam and dean) that they were trying to stop the apocalypse.

BUT

ruby betrayed sam. and revealed her allegiance with the demons and lucifer

cas revealed the truth to dean and rebelled against heaven. which he explicitly states later on, in s5 that he did -for dean-

i looked up the scene. it’s s5ep18 Point of No Return. but he literally said:

“I rebelled for *this*?” and “I gave *everything* for *you*”

keep in mind also: ruby and sam were in a sexual relationship

so… they wrote parallels between ruby and sam and cas and dean

but had ruby and cas make different choices in the end both because of who they are as characters and because of their personal feelings for sam and dean

and.

must i reiterate

sam and ruby. were sleeping together

they wrote paralleling relationships between sam and a character he was sleeping with and dean and cas

and they were

SURPRISED

that people started shipping cas and dean?

okay…

[basilbubby]

So it's obvious I like spn, right?

I got my friend into it since I've been taking a break from watching it—I don't wanna burn out—and they've just gotten to s4 ep9....and we're both asexual. They freaked tf out and messaged ME about how Sam and Ruby kissed and then not even two seconds later they were ON EACH OTHER. I can't do this bro. This aired on TV. How. I'm still red because I completely forgot about that and other scenes I choose to skip because it feels too personal..How do y'all do this😖

[marcelllyn]

Best lovers- Oops, friends.

Sam is my boy of the month, and wow what a man!

Synopsis: Sam and Letty have been best friends since college, after a while they meet again at Bobby's house. But this time something strange is happening.

Warnings: English is not my first language, Possible mention of blood, mentions of pain and hallucinations.

In college, I remember being great friends with Sam, and we were glued to each other everywhere. Like conjoined, or Siamese, siblings. We both had crazy families who hunted peculiar things, with brothers devoted to their parents, and a dream of escaping that life. We were roommates, two Nerds, he graduated in law and I graduated in psychology, we were going to escape from that family curse that we carried. Together.

So when Jessica showed up, Sam left to live with her, which wasn't really a problem since he didn't ignore me. Whatever happened, he was scared that Jessica would find out about hunting, about his family, about his mother. The memory was vivid, me sitting on the cafeteria bench with some friends while he laughed with Jess on a bench far away, pretending to be someone he wasn't. He always wanted me if it was hurt or jealousy.

Anyway, the day I heard a knock on the door and saw him standing there and sad, with that puppy dog ​​look, and he hugged me tightly crying over his girlfriend's death, I knew that everything was lost, that he was lost and I didn't He was going to rest until he found the thing that killed his mother and his girlfriend. That was the last day I saw him.

Looking out the window of a truck that reeked of booze, I let my mind wander through the good memories I had at the college I dropped out of. Traveling the world and hunting supernatural things runs in the family. I chuckled as I remembered Sam. Even though a few years have passed, the longing for him never went away.

— So, how are your parents doing? — Bobby who was in my direction, questions, an old friend of my mother who has been a nanny on many occasions. — You know, after death, your sister.

— They are doing well, sad, but recovering. — I gave a robotic answer.

— Sad, but well, what a beautiful way to describe grief. – He murmured. — And how do you feel?

I looked at him smiling and responding:

— I feel good, strangely, it's as if she were still alive. Only far away, like she always was.

— She was a great hunter. You remove it from her. -Bobby laughed. — I remember that she played hunting vampires while you pretended to be a victim of the situation, when you weren't kissing the teddy bears saying that you had fallen in love.

— I've always been very soft-hearted and you know that. — I poked him. — She was really great, but unfortunately not even a great hunter can resist a shot.

Bobby agreed, shaking his head.

— You two have always been like two daughters that I never had, I have to say that having four children that are not yours is very difficult. — He laughed sarcastically. — I had to see her face when you left home to study psychology. She screamed, cried, I think she was afraid of being alone or jealous that you were brave enough to leave the hunt.

Four? I felt a pang of jealousy, who were these two other girls that Bobby considered his daughters?

— That's just like her. — I gave a painful laugh. —But I got back on track. Let the spirits and werewolves prepare! — I screamed.

We both laughed. I wanted to honor my sister, continue the family thing, and with the help of Bobby who was like family.

— I hope you don't mind. — He said as he parked in front of his house, which must have been a mess. — I have two other people accommodated, hunters too. Try to be kind, they are going through a difficult situation.

—What kind of difficult situation? — I got my backpacks. — Being in this house is already a difficult situation, how long has it been since you cleaned?

—Watch how you talk, young lady. — He took the backpack from my hands. — One of them kind of sold his soul to save the other's life, they're looking for a way to reverse it, and I swear I'm going crazy with them.

— That sounds interesting. — I turned the handle with more force than necessary, as it was super dirty and rusty.

I entered the house where I spent many good times with my sister, messy as always, but at least it wasn't smelly.

— I'm going to clean this place up. — I commented. —And where are the two visitors?

— They must have left, anyway, feel free to clean up, just don't touch the magazines under my bed.

I frowned, it was disgusting to think that he saw naked women.

— How disgusting! — I let out a shrill laugh. — If I'm going to spend time here, I better organize some things.

I settled in one of Bobby's forgotten rooms that were full of boxes and rubble, lucky for me that I had gotten there early. It took me a whole morning and most of the afternoon with Bobby to tidy up the room and get the dust out of that house. Cleaning the disgusting bathroom that was full of hair in the drain and expensive hair products.

At the end of the day, I was sitting on the couch painting my nails while Bobby watched the football game to hide his concern.

— What do you think of a pizza?

— I think it would be a good idea, my boys will be home soon and hungry. — He took a sip of beer.

— Your boys? — She said intrigued. — Don't tell me you hired…

-No! Obviously not! — He was so stressed that, if he wanted, he took the trouble to make a joke. — Order two, please.

I got up from the couch, leaving the red nail polish on the coffee table and picked up the phone, dialed the number of the pizzeria and walked around the house while ordering a cheese pizza and another Margherita. Being in the hallway, I heard voices coming from the room. For some reason, my heart seemed to be beating faster at one of the familiar voices.

I walked into the living room again, looking at my toenails, which were super smudged red.

— The pizza is about to arrive and I don't drink beer, so I'll buy some juice… — I looked up.

A man in a leather jacket was sitting on the couch messing with my nail polish.

-Goodnight. — He said gently. — You must be one of Bobby's boys. — I tried to say that without laughing.

The man raised his green eyes to see me and smiled, putting down his nail polish.

-Goodnight. — He gave a sideways smile. — Look, when you say it like that, it sounds weird, but what about you? Is that his girlfriend? I didn't know he was into that attitude.

I laughed and sat down next to him.

-No! — She said a little offended, but with a smile on her face. - Bobby is like a father to me, I'm just spending time here.

— Well, there are two of us, yes. — He got a little closer. — I'm Dean and wow, how lucky am I…

I turned my face away, choked on my words when I saw Sam there, standing there with a beer in his hand.

—Sam? — I got up.

—Letty! — He said excitedly. — But what… Are you and Bobby?

-No! — Bobby responded quickly, then taking a deep breath. — She is the daughter of some friends of mine, practically the same as you. Where do you two know each other from?

-Faculty. — We repeat in unison.

— Ah, so this is Letty… — Dean murmured. — Sam talks about you a lot, annoyingly.

I laughed, as if I was unable to understand anything. But I soon remembered what Bobby had told me when I arrived.

— Who was it… Sam, did you make a pact for Dean? Or was it the other way around? — I asked, taking a step closer to Sam.

— That's a long story for later! — Dean coughed, pretending to be melancholy. —Was she your college crush?

Sam laughed, shaking his head and said:

— Kind of yes, kind of no.

I opened my eyes wide, OK, that had taken me by surprise. But I cleared my throat, changing the subject.

— I'm really happy to see you again, Sam, and I'm really happy to meet you Dean. Sam loved talking bad about you. — I joked. — And I ordered pizza.

In addition to being happy, I was nervous. Sam or Dean had their souls at stake, and it was making me anxious.

— Bobby, how many children were you a father figure? — Dean said, getting up and grabbing a beer.

— Only four. Bobby laughed. — So, what did you find out today?

As he and Dean talked, my eyes were glued to this man who looked more like a double-door refrigerator. It was almost magical how handsome he was, how tall he was and how his hair was so well taken care of.

—So, what are you doing here? — He asked, approaching, I took a step back.

— I came to spend time with Bobby, help him with some cases.

— But you don't even like hunting. — Sam commented, taking another step closer. — And it’s dangerous

— The world is a danger in itself. So which of the two handsome guys died?

— Topic for later. — He pinched my nose. — And your sister? Didn't she come along?

— She… — I sighed and laughed. — He's traveling. — I lied, I didn't want him to feel sorry, he already looked bad enough.

— Crazy in both terms, Bobby as he is known. - He laughed, tucking his hair behind his ear.

— I think this proves that we are connected by something bigger. — I poked.

We heard the noise at the door. The pizza. I signaled with my eyes for him to excuse me and went to the door, I started to feel a sharp pain in my head. The voices in the room stopped, and a silence fell. I tried to open the doors with shaking hands, and when I managed to do so, I fell forward, in front of feet wearing pink boots. I looked up and saw myself there, literally, my ten-year-old self, with a sad face, wearing a pink dress and with both scraped knees. He held a strangely familiar necklace.

— Don't trust her, don't let him trust her. — Mine, I started repeating it several times. And then it stopped. — You have to protect him. She comes to get him.

She dropped the necklace to the floor, the pendant being a piece of stone shaped into the shape of an S but stained with blood. As she walked away, but without taking her eyes off me, I clutched my chest, it felt like my heart was trying to get out of my chest. My whole body started to feel cold, I screamed in panic and pain, but it seemed like no one could hear me. I closed my eyes and tried to take a deep breath and get up from the floor, but the pain in my chest and head was leaving me paralyzed.

— Letty, is everything okay?

At that moment, I couldn't distinguish which voice it was. But the moment I opened my eyes, all the pain was gone, I was in the living room, lying on the couch, with three men looking at me worriedly. I didn't feel any pain.

-Yes I am well. — I got up quickly by reflex. — Has the pizza arrived yet? — I asked bewildered.

Sam's strong hand placed me on the couch again.

— Look, you might have hit your head, or something. — Dean said, putting ice on my head. — I was lying in front of the door when we saw you.

— I didn't hit my head. — I took the ice out of my head. — It was a silly faint, I haven't been eating properly.

Sam laughed a little irritated, he hated it when he laughed in that superior and worried way. And I smiled at him, very genuinely.

— Fainting is never a silly thing! —Bobby and Sam said at the same time.

I got up again, I wanted to say what had happened, but I was embarrassed. So I simply said:

— It must be the contraceptive I'm taking, it's driving my body crazy! — I laugh nervously.

The three were silent. I walked to the kitchen with the pizza on the table. I tried to avoid them, trying to absorb what had just happened, the reason for that vision, the necklace. And of course the necklace represented Sam. But why? I thought it ended a few years ago, but no, apparently being the weird person who has visions is my charm. I took a deep breath, leaning on the sink counter.

I looked at the door. Sam was looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

— I must have scared the delivery man. How long did I pass out? — I sat down trying to look normal.

— About ten minutes. — Sam replied, placing his hand on my forehead. — You should change contraceptives. And after all, why do you take it? You are in no danger of getting pregnant anyway.

I laughed and closed my eyes.

— Haven't I? — I provoked. — And I take it so I don't have to go through the unbearable pain of my colic. — He said dramatically.

— We both know you'll stay a virgin until you die.

It will be? — I raised my eyebrows.

— Terrible liar.

— Terrible… — I rolled my eyes. — I lost my touch.

He looked at me sideways with concern.

—Stop looking at me like that, you weirdo.

— You're the weird one here.

— You are more. — I got up, going to get a glass.

I was surprised with a strong hug. He placed his face in my neck and sniffled as if he missed my scent. I could have done the same if he wasn't so tall and my face wasn't so comfortable on his chest.

[lovealwayssay]

I hate 4.16 On the Head of a Pin. Uriel and Cas forcing Dean to torture Alastair, something Dean feels so guilty about, is disgusting. I hate watching the torture, its just too much for me. But at the same time, its such an interesting episode. We learn so much about Cas and how his relationship with Dean is making him question his faith, we learn about the dynamics between the angels, we learn more about Sam and Ruby’s relationship, we learn about John and Dean’s times in Hell, and we learn that Dean broke the first seal and that he is a righteous man. “I guess I’m not the man either of our dad’s wanted me to be.” Its such a good episode but I feel physically ill watching it.