#spn finale don't know her

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

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[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

If The Stars Wish It So

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!Reader, Reader POV

Summary: With a birthday printed on your wrist that happened over a hundred years ago, you always thought that you were cursed to never meet your soulmate. But when you finally meet the man that's supposed to be the other half of your soul, you wonder if the stars were wrong, and wonder how this man was meant for you. Reader is Hughie's sister, is not a supe, and is a Literature Professor that gets dragged into the middle of things. This fic takes place in an AU set loosely after Season 3 and does deviate from the plot of The Boys

Tropes: Soulmate AU, Little bit of Grumpy vs. Sunshine, Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy

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Teaser

Chapter 1: I Need You Now But I Don't Know You Yet

Chapter 2: I'll Never Let You Go Again Like I Did

Chapter 3: But I Don’t Want To Carry On

Chapter 4: Coming Soon!

Last Updated: 02/17/2025

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[soft-pine]

when i think about this scene from 15.15 it makes me want to chew glass and tear up the walls in rage.

AMARA: I wanted two things for you, Dean. I wanted you to see that your mother was just a person, that the myth you'd held onto for so long of a better life, a life where she lived, was just that, a myth. I wanted you to see that the real, complicated Mary was better than your childhood dream because she was real. That now is always better than then. That you could finally start to accept your life.

for the record i want to say i am a known amara-hater. don't like the non-con shit. don't like that she's doing what so many beings in spn do and narrativizing dean's life back at him while judging him because she drew the wrong conclusions. but i think fandom does have a tendency to take those claims at face value because that is easier than combing back through to check if it's correct or not. (see for example, rachel saying dean only calls cas when he needs him in 6.18. narrativizing, incorrectly. but i digress)

so let's talk about mary. because, through the seething rage, i think two main things about this claim. 1. dean does not have this mythos around mary and 2. mary has arguably more of that mythos around dean.

first off, we'll tackle the claim that it's a myth that if mary hadn't died, dean wouldn't have a better life. because that is absolute, utter, dogshit. OF COURSE HE'D HAVE A BETTER LIFE. while i will always maintain that clearly mary and john were far from stable before she died, her death was what speared john forward into hunting, into turning his kids into soldiers, into neglect and parentifying, and every other god forsaken thing he did. "a better life, a life where she lived, was just that, a myth" - girl, i DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE DIVINE, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

like please don't come here acting like dean grieving the future he could have had that didn't include him taking care of his younger brother alone in motel rooms for days while maybe actually being left as bait for the Kid-Eater is a character flaw on his part that he needs to learn better from.

next, amara claims dean needs to see the "real, complicated Mary."

but hasn't he? dean goes back in time and meets his mom in 4.03 and 5.13. and both times he treats her both as a competent hunter and a colleague. like to be clear, before that, i dont think he was wrong to be relying on a four-year-old's memory of what his mom was like because that's literally all he had access to. but dean actually did meet and interact with the whole, complex woman who was his mother long before amara decided to teach him a lesson with her as the homework. in both 4.03 and 5.13, dean tries to give mary advice to save her life but he doesn't belittle her experience hunting or her desire to leave and life a normal life. i don't know what more you want from him in terms of interacting with his mom as a whole, real, complex person?

this also applies wholly and completely to his interactions with her when she returns in s12. he apologizes for being nervous for her safety (AFTER SHE WAS JUST RESSURECTED) at first. mary says she wants to hunt, dean gets on board. mary says she needs space, dean asks clarifying questions to best support her request. he gets mad at her not for being who she is or needing what she needs but for lying to him for months and working with people who tortured him and sam.

in fact, s12 is what i would point to to indicate how well dean articulates and navigates the nuance of being hurt by someone's actions while still understanding and empathizing with why they did it and forgiving them. for example, he says this in 12.04

DEAN: This whole mom thing, it's... I mean, we get her back, and then she leaves. I hate it, but I get it. I do. I guess I'm just...still working through some of that crap. I'll try to be less of a dick about it.

[you're not a dick, dean, ilu]

in fact, dean's much maligned "how 'bout for once, you just try to be a mom?" isn't even about dean wanting anything particularly maternal from mary. it's about him not wanting her to ditch them to hunt alone and/or with the aforementioned torturers.

so circling back to amara's speech about expectations and myths. cause while her words do not apply to dean. amara's speech does remind me of something that happens upon mary's return in s12. these lines from 12.03:

DEAN: Mom, it's okay. All right? You're home now. MARY: No. I'm not. I miss John. I miss my boys. SAM: We're right here, mom. MARY: I know. In my head. But I'm still mourning them as I knew them. My baby Sam. My little boy Dean. Just feels like yesterday, we were together in heaven, and now...I'm her, and John is gone, and they're gone. And every moment I spend with you reminds me every moment I lost with them.

of course she has every right to grieve the time she lost with her kids. but someone in this room is having trouble really looking at the people in front of them because of their idealized memory of who they were compared to are and It Is Not Dean.

and i just think about dean's speech in 12.22. cause it wasn't dean that needed to see the real mary. it was mary, tucked away in her dream world where sam is a baby and dean is a little elementary schooler who likes pie and has never held a gun, who needed to see the real dean.

[jasmines-library]

Hey I don't know if you've ever done a Winchester!sister story with the sister being really young and also much younger then her brothers, so I don't know if you would be able to do this request for me but I really hope you can:)

Anyway the request is 2 year old reader wakes her brothers up by crying and they get up and find her in her crib her onsie pajamas buttons is open as if she tried to get rid of it and then when Dean picks her up he feels the heat radiating from her.

Both Dean and Sam know they have to take care of the situation. Dean takes her temperature, and they find out she is sick and they take care of her and so on and so on. This is just a type of summary so you can change things as much as you like. I love a good fluff and angst story;)

Loveee your writing and can't wait for this story❤️❤️❤️

Sick Bug

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Summary: When you wake up feeling sick, your big brothers are there to help make you feel better.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Sickness

Exciting sidenote: I am 2 followers away from 1K!!

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You were crying again. Poor baby had been restless all day, tossing and turning as if you were trying to escape a force that wasn’t there. At first your brothers thought you were just over tired: the three of you had been on the road all day. Travelling with a toddler was dangerous business, so Sam and Dean tried not to do it often, but with Cas MIA and Bobby out of town they were left with no choice.

They had lay you down to rest not too long ago, but you had been restless since then. You had protested being put to bed in the first place, clinging to Dean with your little hands but after some coaxing he had managed to get you to sleep. That and you were absolutely exhausted and struggling to keep your little eyes open.

Then your eyes had come flying open and your little whimpers filled the room. You were too hot and felt like you were going to suffocate as your squirmed, trying your unbutton your pyjamas. Your head ached and your sinuses were uncomfortably blocked, throwing you off balance.

Dean rose slowly from his slumber, altered by your cries. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he made his way to your crib where you were sat up trying to struggle out of your onesie. Sam rolled over to glance at your from his bed. He hadn’t really been sleeping, but seeing as Dean had made his way over to you he didn’t feel the need to.

“What’s the matter, huh sweetheart?” Dean frowned as he reached out to pick you up. Your arms reached out instinctively to grab him as you continued to cry.

The second you were in Deans arms he became increasingly worried about the warmth that radiated off of you and he shot a look to Sam who, at his brothers concerning lack of speech, clambered out of bed and moved cumbersomely towards you.

You buried your face into the crook of Deans’s neck trying to hide from the ache. His skin provided some relief and you sniffled. Dean further furrowed his brow. Your skin was hot. Too hot.

“Sweetheart?” Dean tried to coax your face away from his neck. He brushed away the stray hairs that your cold flush of sweat had plastered to the edge of your face before pressing his palm to your forehead. “She’s warm, Sammy.”

“You feeling poorly, kiddo?” Sam asked, taking you from Deans arms. You clung to him closely and nodded feebly.

Dean moved quickly towards the first aid kit, rummaging around for the thermometer as Sam bounced you up and down gently in his arms to try and soothe you a little. The eldest Winchester’s movements were somewhat panicked as he pulled out the glass cylinder.

“Alrighty sweetheart, open up.” He tried to persuade you to place the tube under your tongue. When you finally stopped trying to turn your tired face away and they had convinced you to hold it in your mouth for long enough, Sam pulled out to reveal that the line had skyrocketed to 101.

“Fever.” Sam confirmed, showing his brother the thermometer. He shifted you in his arms. “Explains why she can’t sleep.”

Suddenly you were overtaken by a fit of harsh, dry coughs that tore through you. Sam winced, rubbing you back gently.

“S’mmy…” you blubbered gripping his shirt tightly.

“Shh. It’s alright sweetheart we’ve got you.” Sammy moved over to the bed, still cradling you in his arms. He looked up at Dean. Realistically he knew that you would be fine, but he had never dealt with anything like this before and it worried him.

Dean on the other hand knew how to handle the situation. He had dealt with Sammy being ill plenty of times when he was younger. But when he looked at your flushed and sweaty cheeks and the way your body shivered ever so slightly, he couldn’t help but feel awful. As though he should have found someone to take care of you instead. But watching you curled up in his brother’s arms he realised he had more pressing matters to worry about.

Moving back to the first aid box, he pulled out a dose of medicine, cursing silently when you were overrun by another coughing fit. It was followed by another whimper. Sam slowly removed the outer layer of your onesie hoping that he could cool you down quicker. Still you clung to him closely, too young to understand that you might get him sick as you sniffled against him, but Sam didn’t care. He would risk being sick if it meant taking away your pain.

“Here we go sweetheart.” Dean wandered back over, a cool glass of water on one hand and a medicine in the other: one of those small sachets that they kept on hand in case of emergencies. “This will help you feel all better.” He promised.

Reaching out you held onto the cup, and with Deans help took a few sips. The icy water soothed the back of your throat and you sighed in content, setting back into Sam a little. It took a little more convincing for you to take the medicine. Tired and overwhelmed you had tried to refuse the bitter taste. But in the end Sam had promised you that you would feel much better if you took it, so reluctantly you let the liquid slide over your tongue.

It wasn’t long after that that you began to grow tired. Your little eyes struggled to stay awake as you lay curled up in Sam’s lap. Dean had perched beside him, watching shitty cartoons to help keep him awake so he could monitor your temperature in case you got any worse. Though as your ragged breaths evened out into tiny half-snores, the medicine seemed to be doing its job as your temperature seemed to slowly fall back down to a slightly more normal number.

At some point, Sam had also fallen asleep. Rubbing circles on your back and smoothing over your hair had lulled him into slumber. Dean smirked and pulled the bedcovers over the two of you. It looked like you weren’t going back to your bed tonight.

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[lol-jackles]

It's been a while since we talked about SPN. So I wanted to ask you what you think of this essay on Sam (if you have the patience to listen to it, it's about 20 minutes). For some things the author's opinions are legitimate but for others, in my opinion, they are not. Especially for the finale, on which I do not share this opinion at all. www*youtube*com/watch?v=xLCB4RhiP5A&t=4s

I'm not even going to add the link, which tells you what I think of Rachel's opinion. I only agree that season 4 was a bit of a misfire.

Three minutes into the video and I was already bored with her complaints over the "lack" Sam's autonomy and pov.  Her Dean blaming got old really fast. Yeah, Dean is unfair towards Sam but 1) that's what brothers do, and most importantly 2) that's what happens to main characters, they constantly get shitted on. One of the biggest reliefs in real life is realizing you're not the main character. In The X Files, Mulder is called a loser even by the freaks and rarely given grace. Nobody apparently trusts Bode in Fire Country despite saving lives. Xena was always getting reminded of her less stellar past in Warrior Princess.

Sam girls get mad when stuff from Sam’s past gets brought up because they think he’s being unfairly punished for it.  At least Sam’s past is valid enough to be mentioned.  Cas’s storyline gets the LOL treatment and Dean’s arcs are always getting dropped; his hell trauma, tenure as the torturer’s apprentice, Michael’s vessel, demon, MOC, all are dropped and largely forgotten.

Probably the only time the AAs and I are in agreement is Dean's pov means squat because Dean isn't being talked about by other characters. Dean and his pov mainly revolve around Sam. To quote a casual observer I found on tumblr: Sam gets the larger story arcs in the show and Dean gets more of the “silly and fun” filler episodes.

As for Sam's autonomy, my guess is she and I have differing views on the meaning of the word. IMO, autonomous characters often have these traits:

A tendency to resist authority (Sam rebelling against John, Dean, Lucifer, and Chuck)

High level of self-assuredness (Sam knows himself outside the hunting lifestyle)

A need for personal space and privacy (Sam is a private person and admits not sharing his deep personal issues with Dean)

A preference for independence in social situations (Sam is not a follower)

An innate desire for control and decision making power (Sam's life long issue, demon blood infection made it worse)

A desire to set and achieve individual goals and aspirations. (Sam's consistent endgame through the entire series)

A character with autonomy means they have ability to act independently and make decisions without being influenced by others. They have strong sense of self, able to think critically, are self-sufficient and able to take responsibility for their actions. Doesn't that last sentence sound like Sam Winchester to the tee?

Oh yeah I very much Disagree with her take on the series finale.  Sam didn't die a bitter old man, what the heck was Rachel watching??? Sam peacefully passed away in his house with his beloved son at his side. Sam's son was clearly a well adjusted young man with a happy childhood. Happy well adjusted offsprings don't come from bitter parents. Sam wasn't bitter, sad yes, but not bitter because he accomplished the goal he had since his own childhood: to have a normal life outside of hunting and raise his own family. Most SPN fans were happy or satisfied with the finale because the Winchester legacy lives on.

[nancylou444]

Hi Nancy,

I hope it's okay I turn to you with this, but I just recently joined spn tumblr so I haven't really discovered many blogs I share my opinions with yet (though I did find some awesome blogs I'm excited to follow, but most of them only really talk about spn and the characters and not the actors, and this ask is concerned with j2m and danneel). Buckle up, this will be long because I tend to over-explain myself. Sorry in advance.

So I've been in the fandom since 2018 but haven't really paid attention to the cast other than watching some gag reels/bloopers, interviews with j2(m) and clips from cons. I never dug deep into the relationships/dynamics of the cast members (and also took like a 3-year break from the fandom so I'm not at all up-to-date)

I like to think I'm pretty good at reading people (in that when I find someone likeable they tend to prove themselves to be a good person and when I dislike someone seemingly for no reason I usually discover some pretty fucked up things about that person later on. Obviously with celebrities you never actually know what they are like irl but so far I've been right about people as far as I know.)

All this to say that I had an inkling about misha from the start, even though I never cared enough to do my research and justify my dislike towards him. I always got this pick me vibe from him, and like he's trying to insert himself into the j2 friendship to seem more relevant and likeable. And it seemed pretty clear to me that he is clinging to jensen and making it look like they are besties, ignoring jared or making him look bad as much as he can get away with only to fuel destiehellers in their belief that jensen also supports destiel and that jared is to blame for it not being canon. I've since found your masterpost about why you're anti misha, and finally feel justified in my feelings towards him, so thank you for collecting his shitty displays in one place.

So what my ask is about (getting to my point at last) is that in my browsing the anti misha tags I came across the anti danneel tag and decided to check it out out of curiosity (and arrogance, as I wanted to see if I was right about danneel as well, since I always got a bad vibe from her too (even though I never actually paid attentionto her)). And I did find some things that makes me think her and jensen's relationship isn't a healthy one built on mutual love and respect, and is possibly even abusive. I'm inclined to believe it not only because of my own instinct, but because of a video I saw where jensen's body language screamed that he is uncomfortable while sitting next to danneel who was rubbing/petting his back (though I don't have context for that clip so there might be another explanation for his body language that I'm not aware of). However the only 'evidence' about her being abusive was instagram posts that were (slight) jabs at jensen, that could just as likely be playful teasing as actual bullying depending on their relationship dynamic and whether the teasing is reciprocated imo (& there's no way of knowing how they interact in private so who knows). I'd be curious to know if there are more concrete instances of her treating jensen badly or generally being a bad person, but I couldn't really find anything useful in the tags.

But anyways, reading these posts I discovered yet another anti tag, this time anti jensen, which I definitely did not expect. I obviously know about The Winchesters drama but I thought they moved past it and are tight again, so I'm confused about what other reason there is for people to be anti jensen. I've seen some posts discussing him not standing up for jared/not being very supportive of him, siding with misha (though I'm especially sceptical about that one) etc.

I would like to be better informed about these things without having to watch hours of footage to analyse their interactions or read through hundreds of posts that either have some proof or not, without having to decipher whether what someone says is their opinion/interpretation or actual things that happened. From looking through some of your posts you seem to be well informed and trustworthy, so I'd kindly ask if you could explain the situation to the best of your knowledge or refer me to someone who has more information regarding danneel and jensen's relationship as well as jensen and jared's and can provide receipts. Thank you so much, and again sorry for this super long ask <3

Hello my darling.❤️ Nothing to apologize for.

@lightofraye recently posted an awesome anti danneel post with pics and videos. HERE

As for anti Jensen, for me, the prequel mess is a done deal. J2 have moved on from it and are besties again. I have the 'anti jensen' tag blacklisted. I really don't see him picking misha over ANYONE, let alone Jared.

Maybe @its-sassyboots @hologramcowboy or @walkergirlsposts can help you with the anti Jensen stuff.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Hi, I am looking for a fic that I read years ago. The premise was Dean hires Cas to be a tutor for his child. Do you know of any that fit this bill.

Hello there! We don't know which fic that is. But here are a few with a similar premise:

Caribbean Wonderland by LittleAngelCassie (Explicit, 126k words)

Dean Winchester has spent his life working towards his dream: to teach and care for omega students. But a genetic mutation from birth has kept him from his field of choice. After years of hiding under the protection of his Uncle Bobby and his younger brother Sam, Dean has finally been given a chance. He accepts the position to care for a young orphan who needs more than just a teacher but also a fellow omega to help her traverse the changes ahead. There is always a hitch, however, and in Dean’s case it’s a hot billionaire alpha with piercing blue eyes. This remote island paradise has the opportunity to give Dean everything he’s wanted, but will he be able to rise above his own fears and the stigmas associated with his unique biological designation?

For Evermore by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 1120k words)

There's no place like home. This was a line Castiel used to know by heart when he was a kid, watching The Wizard of Oz and believing fairytales were real. At thirty-one years old, he isn't a kid anymore, and it has been twelve years since he has known what home feels like. Twelve years. That's when his world had come crashing down and he had left his hometown, Holly Springs, with the broken pieces of what he once was to build a new life in San Francisco. But as circumstances force him to come back to the only place he swore he would never return to, Castiel is finally forced to face everything he once knew and loved. Especially when said everything is made of spring-green eyes and a stardust of freckles, wrapped in all the memories Castiel was not able to erase from his heart. After twelve years, Dean is as mesmerizing as Castiel remembers, but the scars of what was broken still run as deeply as the marrow of his bones, and Castiel will do everything he can to protect himself. After all, his favorite movie also taught him that 'until hearts can be made unbreakable,' he can’t listen to his own.

The Ghosts of Blackthorn Hall by linoresearch (Explicit, 94k words)

In 1843 Castiel Milton leaves his life of quiet faith and duty to take up employment as tutor to the young ward of one Mr Dean Winchester, at Blackthorn Hall. Set deep among the Yorkshire moors, Blackthorn is a place of mysteries – a wild place, where pale faces appear at the windows, and mad women laugh in the night. Castiel is drawn to the enigmatic Master of Blackthorn and they form an attachment neither of them expected. But there are secrets hidden behind Blackthorn's stone walls, truths that threaten to destroy their fragile happiness, as they are forced to confront the ghosts of their past. This is a Jane Eyre/SPN fusion AU, written for the Dean/Castiel Big Bang 2012.

With Interest by everandanon (Explicit, 296k words)

Eighteen, bored, and not quite able to turn down the money, Cas agrees to an ill-advised bet, and Dean's heart isn't the only one that gets broken. Eleven years later, grieving his twin brother and struggling to take care of his niece, Cas finally returns home — only to meet Dean again and discover that the boy he left behind has grown up a lot. And now, Dean seems to have every intention of getting him back — with interest.

[whorefordean]

You want dean AND rafe requests? Well, how about this; Imagine having a sleepover with Sarah and watching Spn, and while she's crushing on Sam, you don't shy away from talking about how Dean is the better option and Rafe hears you going on and on about it, and because your relationship is still pretty much on the down low (yk, because he's your bffs brother), he's forced to keep his jealousy in. Only letting out pouty huffs and passive/mumbled comments of how he was the better option.

older brothers // r.c

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: slight cursing, implied public smut but nothing explicit, kinda got a little off topic but i think its kinda cute idk

Thank you and enjoy <3

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“I don’t know. I have a thing for older brothers, Sarah. You know this,” you say, holding back a smirk as you look at her older brother. Rafe glanced up from his phone to gauge Sarah’s reaction. She remains unaware of the confession you had indirectly made.

Thank god, Rafe thinks. He couldn’t risk Sarah knowing the very real truth behind your statement. The two of you had been dating for two months now, unbeknownst to Sarah. You had begged Rafe to keep your relationship private, in fear of hurting Sarah. She had been your best friend since the second grade. It made you feel like shit keeping such a secret from her. But Rafe agreed, and you couldn’t lose either one of them.

Rafe plops down on the chair closest to your end of the couch. He subtly pushes his chair a bit closer to you. You exchange small smiles, and Rafe winks at you quickly. He decides to busy himself with his phone, still listening to your conversation with his sister.

“Oh, please! Dean is horrible! Sam is so obviously the better choice,” Sarah argues. You scoff.

“No chance! Dean is way better! He gave up his entire life to take care of Sam! His entire motivation for everything he does is to protect Sam! You don’t think he’d put the same effort into a relationship with someone he cares about? Not to mention he’s so much hotter than Sam,” you exclaim, ignoring the fact that Rafe is right beside you.

“I don’t think either one of them are that great,” Rafe mumbles under his breath, only loud enough for you to hear. You let out a quiet laugh and rolled your eyes.

Sarah glares at you playfully, “I wouldn’t know he’s had one semi stable relationship that we’ve seen, and that didn’t end on the best note,” Sarah says referencing the Lisa plot line.

“Plus, Sam has great hair,” Sarah adds quickly. You stare at her in shock for a few seconds.

“Sarah, every time Sam looks at a girl, she bursts into flames. Dean’s clearly the better lover in this situation. He never leaves the bar alone, and he never leaves his lover unsatisfied,’’ you joke about Dean’s habits in the earlier seasons.

You can see Rafe’s head snap to look at you after you finish speaking. The jealousy in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“I cannot believe you just said that!” Sarah looks at you in disbelief, letting out a quick laugh. You laugh with her before continuing to gush about the onscreen brothers. You can see Rafe pouting out of the corner of your eye. You turn your attention back to the screen.

You watch as Demon Dean stalks through the bunker looking for Sam.

“Holy shit, he’s so hot. And the red lights are definitely helping,” You exclaim. You had tried to hold back your comment. Honestly. But the way he holds the hammer and the cinematography with the emergency lighting was just too much.

“I look hot in red LEDs too,” Rafe grumbles quietly. Your eyes shoot to his as you blush faintly. His eyes are partially covered by his floppy hair, but you can still see the disdain in them. He looks miserable with his cheek pressed into fist, his elbow digging into the arm of his chair.

“What’s your problem?” Sarah asks, finally acknowledging Rafe. He raises his head to look at her, his eyes widening slightly.

“I can’t hear what you’re saying, but I can hear you grumbling and brooding over there,” Sarah continues. She copies her brother’s previous position and lets out a string of overdramatic huffs and groans.

“Just annoyed, Sarah. Thank you,” Rafe glares at his little sister. You hold back a small laugh at the two bickering.

Rafe notices and sends you a glare. You notice the switch go off in his head. This is real jealousy now. You hadn’t meant to make Rafe jealous for real. Honestly, you didn’t think a fictional character could cause him such anger.

When the next episode ends, Rafe abruptly leaves the room. You wait a few minutes before telling Sarah you’re going to use the bathroom. She whines about having to pause the show.

“Just fill me in,” you mumble as you exit the room to find Rafe. You watch Sarah to make sure she doesn’t see you heading upstairs rather than to the bathroom down the hall.

You quickly make your way to Rafe’s bedroom, the door slightly ajar. You push it open to find Rafe sulking on his bed. You hold back a small laugh when you notice the pout on his face.

“Rafe, what’s wrong?” You question as you plop onto his bed beside him. He’s laying on his back with his head resting against his pillows. You take this opportunity to climb into his lap. You straddle his waist momentarily before lowering your upper body flat against him. Your hands are folded against his chest, chin resting against them.

Rafe ignores you, so you take this moment to press a small kiss to his pout. You continue placing quick kisses to Rafe’s lips until he finally breaks out into a smile and kisses you back.

“Do you like Dean more than me?” Rafe asks you abruptly. The room is quiet for a few seconds before the two of you start bursting out laughing.

“Sweetheart, I like Dean, but I love you. You have no reason to be so jealous over a fictional character,” You giggled as you explained. Rafe laughed as well and pressed a sweet to your forehead.

“Hey, what did you tell Sarah?” Rafe asked after a couple minutes. Your eyes grew wide as you shot up from your position on Rafe.

“Oh, shit,” You gasped, turning to the door. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed.

“Yeah. Oh, shit,” Sarah said from her spot in the doorway. The three of you stared at each other in silence for a short moment.

Sarah’s arms were crossed over her chest, and her face held a deep scowl. She was the first to speak up.

“I can’t believe you ditched me for my jealous brother,” Sarah groaned. You furrowed your brows.

“How did you know-“ You started to ask.

Sarah scoffed, “I have a thing for older brothers.” She was mocking you about your earlier comment. “Plus, you’re over all the time. Even when I’m not home. Also, me and John B caught you guys that one time,” Sarah spoke nonchalantly. Your eyes widened more in horror.

“Not the beach,” You begged to some higher power that it wasn’t the beach day. You and Rafe had gotten a little carried away in his car one day. Not long after the two of you had exited the car, Sarah and John B showed up. You thought you were in the clear but apparently not.

“Unfortunately, it was the beach,” Sarah shuddered at the memory. She had her suspicions before then, but that day had confirmed it for her.

Embarrassed, you had plopped back down onto Rafe’s bed. You buried yourself into his side, trying to hide. His body shook with laughter, and you smacked him. Sarah laughed at your reaction.

“Sarah, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hide it from you, but I didn’t know how you’d react,” you explained. Sarah shrugged it off.

“He’s been way nicer to me and Wheeze lately, so I guess it’s fine,” she huffed playfully. You smiled and stood up to hug her. Rafe groaned as you left his side, causing Sarah to stick her tongue out at him.

“Wait, does this mean we can’t drool over Sam and Dean anymore?” Sarah whined. It had been her favorite hobby lately, watching Supernatural with you.

“Oh, absolutely not! I’m actually having withdrawals from my favorite boyfriend right now,” You spoke seriously. You grabbed Sarah’s arm and started dragging her back downstairs to finish your marathon.

“What?” Rafe exclaimed, jumping up from his bed.

“I’m just kidding!” You yelled over your shoulder, halfway down the stairs.

“I’m not kidding,” you whispered to Sarah.

“I heard that!” Rafe yelled from the top of the stairs. You and Sarah laughed at his feigned anguish before plopping back onto the couches and continuing your show.

[beanzwrites]

since you write for spn, what about something where the reader is Sam and Dean's little sister and yk when in season 2 they go to the Roadhouse- well, maybe She meets Ash and she gets a crush on him and when they go to the Roadhouse She always stay with him? And maybe they also notice that she has Ash's ring (yeah in my mind he wears a ring with the scrabble's A) and they're like, teasing her, expecially Dean, saying things like 'oh, why don't you come ti the Roadhouse with us? We're pretty sure there's someone waiting for you' and it's just fluff with Ash? Thank you so much, even if you don't write it :3

"Your Frog Prince is Waiting~"

A/n: Thank you so much for the request; it's my very first one! I hope you enjoy! I'm not used to writing Ash, so I apologize if he seems a bit out of character; I tried my best.

Dean x Sister! reader x Sam, Ash x reader

Warnings: Cursing, potential cringe pet names, teenage crush

Description: As the Winchesters spend more time at the Roadhouse, the youngest gains a little crush on one of the residents. 😊

Latin Translation: mnemosynum (Keepsake)

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The inside of the saloon was quiet as Dean shuts the creaking front door. All of the lights were off besides a sparking LED light hanging behind the bar. The place was grim, the sun casting through the ragged curtains seeming to be the only bright thing in the place.

(Y/n) stays close to her brothers as they venture deeper inside, only to bump into Sam as he stops suddenly. Her older brother barely spares her a glance, his attention caught on the boy laying across a pool table a few feet away.

"Oh god... is he dead?" She murmurs, eying him with slight trepidation. Sam shrugs in response.

"Hey, Buddy?" Sam calls out, taking a step forward. No response. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."

"You think?" (Y/n) snaps, observing the backside of the stranger. Sam snorts in response, before heading towards the back. "Sammy? Sammy, where are you going?"

"Stick beside me, squirt." Dean's voice says lowly, "We don't really know what's going on here."

(Y/n) turns to him to make a sarcastic response, but pales as she sees a woman press a gun to his back. "Dean..."

"Oh god, please let that be a rifle..."

"No, I'm just real happy to see you," the woman responds, cocking the gun.

(Y/n) took a step forward, only for the woman to dig the head of the gun deeper into Dean's back. "Don't move, or I'll shoot his spine out."

"Don't move -- copy that," (Y/n) repeats, making eye contact with her brother with a dry swallow.

"You should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back, 'cause it makes it real easy to do..." Dean rambles before turning around swiftly and stealing the rifle away from the woman's grip.

Before Dean can stand his ground fully, the woman throws a full punch at his face, causing him to stagger as she pulls the gun back to her.

"Sammy-" (Y/n) calls in alarm.

"Sorry..." Sam states as he comes back out with his hands over his head, "Can't help right now, I'm a little tied up."

The older woman who has Sam hostage eyes the two men for a moment before glancing at the young girl standing with a distressed look on her face. "Winchesters?"

"Yeah," both (Y/n)'s brothers say in unison.

"Son of a bitch," she laughs, putting her revolver in her back pocket. "Hey, I'm Ellen. That's my daughter, Jo."

---

"He didn't send you..." Ellen pauses, a look of sadness washing over her expression. Neither (Y/n) or her brothers responded as each of them look away from her. The pain of losing their father is still fresh in their heart. "He's alright, isn't he?"

No," Sam finally states with a sigh, "he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um... it just got him before he got it, I guess."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We're all right," Dean says.

"Really, I know how close you and your Dad-"

"Really, Lady, I'm fine," Dean interjects with a stern look. (Y/n) gently places her hand on his thigh before looking at Ellen with the shake of her head.

"So, look, if you can help..." Sam announces, trying to change the subject, "We could use all the help we can get."

"Well, We can't," Ellen replies, "but Ash will."

"Who's Ash?" (Y/n) questions.

Ellen snorts before yelling out the name. As a response, the guy from before swiftly gets up with a groan. Balls fly from the table as he looks around to where his name was being called, his long hair flipping back and forth erratically.

"What?" Ash's voice booms, looking over at the group huddled by the bar, "closing time?"

---

"You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius," Dean grumbles, "He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd Roadie!"

"Dean, give him a chance." (Y/n) grumbles out, kicking him slightly in the leg. Ash cheekily smiles and Dean rolls his eyes.

"Alright. Well, this stuff's about a year's worth of out dad's work," Dean shares as he sits down, "Let's see what you make of it."

Ash looks over the papers that Dean slid over, and scowls. "Come on, this crap ain't real. Ain't nobody can track a demon like this."

"How do you know?" (Y/n) questions, "Our dad was really good at it."

"Well, sweet cheeks. These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlations. I mean... damn. They're signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon- You know, like crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightning?" (Y/n) shakes her head in response as he looks at her, "It ain't fun."

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks, giving Ash the stink eye.

"Yeah, with this, I think so."

"Really? How long?" (Y/n) questions with the quirk of her brow.

"It's gonna take time. Give me, 51 hours."

"You can really track down a demon in the span of over two days? I gotta say, that's impressive."

"Oh, you'll be impressed." Ash says with a smirk, "It'll be just like fine wine."

(Y/n) didn't say anything as her face flushes.

---

"That kid's hair was something else," Dean chuckles out as they go back to Bobby's car. "Looked more like a rat's nest to me."

"I don't know, I kinda liked it," (Y/n) responds with a small smile.

"Liked it?" Dean speaks, whipping his head around, "You mean to tell me you'd get your hair cut that way too?"

"No! What I meant is, it suited him. Not everyone could pull it off," (Y/n) speaks, climbing into the back of the van.

"Yeah, if you call that a suited haircut..."

"Do you really think he'll be able to track Dad's demon in 51 hours?" Sam asks, looking out the passenger side window.

"Psh, my bet is no. Dad spent his entire hunting career looking for that thing. There is no way a kid who sleeps on a pool table can top that!"

"I say he will," (Y/n) replies matter-of-factly.

"What makes you say that?"

"I just got a good feeling about him, is all."

---

"Did you find the demon?" Sam's breath tickles the back of (Y/n)'s head as he leans over her. Ash sets his computer down, casually placing his arm beside hers as he types away.

"It's nowhere around, at least nowhere I can find. If this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like divine on dog dookie."

"You can really be alerted right away?" (Y/n) asks with awe.

"Any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world, my rig will go off like a fire alarm."

"That's amazing..."

"Where did you learn to do all this?" Sam gasps in amazement.

"M.I.T., before I got bounced for fighting." Ash explains with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.

"What was the fighting about?" (Y/n) responds, amusement crossing over her face.

Ash looks over at her with amusement of his own, "Wouldn't you like to know, sugar cube."

"Okay!" Dean says as he gets up from the table, "Give us a call as soon as you know something?"

"Si, si, compadre."

(Y/n) gets up from her seat, going to head after her brothers who already made their way back to the front, before being stopped by Ash.

"Hey, sugar cube. I wanna give ya somethin' before you hit the road," Ash says, as he leans against one of the chairs.

"Oh? And what's that?" (Y/n) replies with a flirtatious simper.

"Give me your hand," Ash says simply, "and you'll get your big surprise."

"Okay..." (Y/n) chuckles, reaching her arm out. Ash grabs at her wrist softly, eyeing each one of her fingers before placing something cool to the touch over her middle finger.

"mnemosynum," Ash announces with a bow, granting her access to what he put on her. A bulk piece of metal clung to her slim finger; the initial A engraved in it. "Until we meet again."

"Why?" (Y/n) asks. It's not that she didn't like it; it was quite charming. She was just slightly confused on why she got the gift in the first place.

"I have a good feeling about you, sweet cheeks. I think we are going to be tight these next couple months," Ash announces, "You can keep that, by the way."

"Thanks... You know, I can say the same thing for you."

"Is that so?"

"It's so."

---

"Come on, kiddo. We gotta get going," Dean says as he grabs his keys from the top of the motel's mini fridge.

"Why's that?" (Y/n) responds, not looking up from her book. "I thought you and Sammy were just going to the town over."

"We need some info," Dean pauses as he checks out the ring on his sister's finger, "and I'm sure your roadkill boyfriend would love to see you."

"He's not roadkill, Dean!" (Y/n) shouts, slamming her book shut. "And he's not my boyfriend!"

"Sure, and you aren't red as a tomato right now," Dean smirks. "Seriously though, we gotta go, so... get to moving, princess. Your frog prince is waiting~"

[wildgirllz]

Here's a thought of an idea I had for SPN. Basically Sam and Dean ask Castiel to search all the realities for the most powerful person to help them.

So the three of them stand in the readers bedroom ...

Sam "so she is the most powerful?"

Cas "yes, she is the one that will help us"

Dean "but she's just a kid!"

Just an idea haha, you don't have to use it. Just thought it'd be a fun meta-thingy haha

Ofc!! Here you go <3

Castiel x Fem!teen!witch!reader - Dean Winchester x Fem!teen!witch!reader - Sam Winchester x Fem!teen!witch!reader (all platonic)

Sam, Dean, and Castiel stood in the small, cluttered bedroom of (Y/n). She was a young girl, barely a teenager, with wild hair and an even wilder personality. They had come to her because Castiel had searched all the realities and deemed her the most powerful person to help them in their fight against evil.

"So she’s the most powerful?" Sam asked, looking at Castiel in disbelief.

Castiel nodded. "Yes, she is the one that will help us," he said. "Trust me."

"But she's just a kid!" Dean exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

(Y/n) looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, I'm not just a kid," she said. "I'm a powerful witch."

Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "A witch?" he asked skeptically.

(Y/n) nodded, grinning. "Yep. I've been practicing magic since I was a little kid."

Sam looked at her in amazement. "That's incredible," he said.

Castiel cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to the matter at hand. "We need your help," he said to (Y/n). "The world is in danger, and we need the most powerful person to help us."

(Y/n) nodded, her expression serious. "I'll do whatever I can to help," she said.

Dean sighed, looking at his younger brother and Castiel. "I can't believe we're trusting a kid to help us," he muttered.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "I'm not just any kid," she said. "I'm the most powerful person in all the realities, remember?"

Dean glared at her, but he couldn't help but feel a little impressed. He had never met anyone as confident as (Y/n) before.

"Alright," he said finally. "Let's do this."

They spent the next few hours planning their attack, with (Y/n) contributing ideas and spells that the Winchesters and Castiel had never even heard of before. It was clear that she was a force to be reckoned with, and Dean couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by her.

As they were getting ready to leave, Sam turned to (Y/n). "Thank you for your help," he said. "We couldn't have done it without you."

(Y/n) grinned at him. "Anytime," she said.

Dean looked at her, his expression softening. "You're pretty amazing, you know that?" he said.

(Y/n) blushed, looking down at her feet. "Thanks," she muttered.

Castiel smiled at her. "We will remember your bravery," he said. "Thank you for everything."

They said their goodbyes, and as they left the room, Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for (Y/n). She may have been young, but she was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

As they got in the car, Sam turned to his brother. "You know," he said, grinning. "I think we just found our new hunter."

Dean rolled his eyes. "You're crazy," he said. "But maybe you're right."

And as they drove off into the night, the Winchesters and Castiel knew that they had found a powerful ally in (Y/n). She may have been just a kid, but she was a kid with incredible powers and a heart of gold. They were lucky to have her on their side.

Feel free to leave more requests!! <3

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Bored and in Need of Entertainment (Supernatural One-Shot)

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: You're bored and it's Sam's turn to entertain you.

Fic type: fluff/crack

A/N: I actually looked up shit to do in Lebanon, Kansas for this HAHA

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels @nervoussystemss (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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"Saaaaam," you called loudly, swinging around from the other side of one of the Bunkers' supporting pillars and into Sam's line of sight. If only he'd look up just a little over the edge of his laptop. He wouldn't, though. He knew that tone. "Sam."

Sam let out a tired sigh and replied with an equally tired: "yes, dear?"

You took another few steps closer, slowly coming up the stairs to stand on the other side of the table. Sam watched you do this, waiting on a response. When you got to the table and still hadn't said anything, he raised a brow in question.

"I am what the kids might call- bored," you finally replied, slowly leaning over the table and settling with your hands propping your chin.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sam snorted, looking back down at his laptop. He was researching. You were technically supposed to be researching too, but the ol' brain just wasn't having it today. "Why don't you go annoy Dean. You know he loves that."

You stopped for a moment, considering it, but then settled on Sam being too good to pass up right now. Besides, Dean was in his room with his headphones on head-banging to rock music right now. You'd need nothing short of a miracle (or, perhaps, a visit from Cas) to get his attention.

"Yeah, I could, but you're sitting there unassumingly. How could I resist such a delicious temptation?"

This pulled another sigh from Sam, who paused his typing to process your words before he continued on with it again. A futile attempt to get you to leave him alone, you're sure. If Sam thought he was doing any more work tonight, he was sorely mistaken.

On this note, you got back into action, pulling your knee up to climb quite gracefully onto the mapped table-top. Sam did his best to ignore this, typing away. You leaned over the top of his computer, checking he wasn't working on a document that needed saving. Confirming that he wasn't, you gave him a Cheshire's smile and slowly pushed the lid closed.

Sam sighed and leaned back in his chair, only a little irritable. You snickered as you pushed the laptop aside and unbent your legs to sit over his edge of the table.

"See, I could annoy Dean, but you're so cute to irritate," you teased, pulling his chair closer. Sam quietly cursed Dean's forced decision to replace all the standard chairs with office chairs. He said they were better for his back, but it was really because they had wheels. Despite this, he allowed you to pull him closer.

"Alright," he acquiesced fondly yet warily. Hmm. Maybe he was tired of researching, too. "What do you want?"

"Let's go somewhere," you said, smoothing the collar of his flannel affectionately. "There's that market you've been wanting to go to? What is it, uh, Ladow? Ladow's Market? Yeah. Let's do that."

"Really?" Sam scoffed in disbelief. "You want to go to Ladow's Market. What did you and Dean call it- the 'Local Garbage Auction for Hippies'?"

You blinked, and Sam's hands came to rest on your hips, the warmth bleeding through your clothes.

"Yeah, that might have been a bit harsh," you agreed.

"Alright, then," he said, patting your hips. You were regretting this decision already, yet you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Let's go. You ready?"

You beamed at him, pleased as punch as you hopped off the table and nodded. Sam gestured for you to lead the way towards the garage. If you were sneaky, you might be able to nick Baby before Dean noticed. If he knew where you were taking her, he'd definitely say no.

"You betcha."

[igot7bulletproofmonstas]

Dysfunctional

Characters: Jinyoung (GOT7)

Words: 3,838

Summary: After a bad day of everything going wrong, you go to hang out with your BFF's, Stray Kids, but they have a surprise for you that starts to go horribly wrong for them, but horribly right for you.

Warnings: Physical violence, hardcore smut, angry asshole Jinyoung, unprotected sex, breeding kink, a bit of aftercare and a cathartic conversation.

A/N: First and foremost I wanna stress a few things.

#1, this is FICTION. This DOES NOT represent any of the people mentioned in this fic, so if you wanna barge in and start hollering at me for "making Jinyoung a violent asshole" well, go away and come back with a warrant.

#2 this fic contains physical violence that does kinda look like DV. If that bothers you , DO NOT READ.

#3 I wrote this in first person POV in an attempt to make it more palatable. I honestly thought if I wrote this as a Y/N POV it would be too much for people. So, if you wanna take a shot and read it, think of it as this is happening TO ME and NOT to YOU.

My only excuse is I used to write for SPN, so writing violence with my smut just comes natural.

I also don't feel like this is "complete", but I just don't have it in me right now to polish it up and make it what I really want it to be. I'm going thru some shit okay?

Tagging: @ot7sgoodgirl and @kpop---scenarios as they are the only ones who knew I was writing it and encouraged me to keep going.

The day couldn’t have been worse. Everything that could go wrong, absolutely did and by the time I got in the cab to head to my destination, I was ready to let the dam break.

First, there was an IT glitch at work that caused me to lose 3 accounts that I’d been working on for months with no repair in sight. My boss called me into her office to let me know my PTO that I put in SIX months ago had been denied and rescinded. Someone had stolen my lunch out of the community fridge, so I was left eating stale saltines from my desk with tap water. My last pair of stockings got a run when I stopped my briefcase from falling into the puddle by the curb, the hinges digging into the flimsy material and into my skin, leaving a bloody welt behind.

As I sat down and shut the door of the car, I picked up my phone to text the boys that I was finally on my way, but they better have some soju on hand. Changbin responded with, “Something better.”

The cab pulled up to the massive building and I stepped out, narrowly avoiding yet another puddle. Damn rainy season! I hustled up to the building, my keycard allowing me inside easily.

“Wow, who shit in your cereal, honey?”, asked the evening guard with a look of concern on his face.

“The universe, my sweet, and I hope it falls in the bowl and drowns. Hope your day is better than mine.” I sighed, walking past him to the elevators; still keeping a tight rein on the waterworks. I wasn’t the type to cry unless I was royally pissed off and I had definitely hit that limit.

When the doors opened and I saw the SKZ dorm, my chest tightened. Yeah, I needed my boys tonight. Fuck this day and the horse it rode in on.

I had just begun typing in the passcode to get into the dorm when it suddenly opened to reveal Minho standing on the other side. Shocked by my deep frown, he pulled me inside quickly and wrapped me into a tight hug. “Surprise NOW, guys! 911!” he said as he let go and pulled me behind him into the general living space. It took me exactly .3 seconds to lay eyes on JB and other members of GOT7 sitting on the various couches and chairs. He was on his feet in an instant, ready for me to leap into his arms like I always did.

“OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!” I squealed, wrapping my whole body around JB’s solid frame and burying my face into his neck. I had been trying to set up a time to see them before they started the heavy hitting portion of their comeback activities, but schedules always seemed to get in the way. A chorus of 5 voices calling various loving nicknames joined in with JB’s whispered, “Hey sweetheart.” as he hugged me tight. I raised my head, eyes locking on someone standing in the doorway that lead to the communal bathroom.

“What is THAT doing here?” my voice joined another, uttering the same question, as my gaze landed on the one person that I often daydreamed about dropping into a cement mixer full of quicksand.

“Oh shit, here we go.” Jackson said as he walked back to stand beside my arch nemesis, Park Jinyoung.

All 8 of SKZ looked at each other bewildered, Chan looking to JB for an answer of any kind.

“I came here to spend time with my brothers, not listen to this bitch”, Jinyoung spat, a hard gaze leveled right at me.

“C’mon Hyung, can’t you keep it civil for 5 minutes?” Jackson pleaded beside him.

I slid down JB’s body, standing on wobbly feet from the adrenaline suddenly coursing through my body.

“What are you even doing here? Don’t you have some acting classes to attend? Couldn’t even convince someone with diarrhea to buy toilet paper!” my words loaded with disdain.

“What are you even doing here ‘Sweetheart’?” his last word thick with sarcastic saccharine. “Been too long since you got bent over by my brothers?”

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, shoulders shaking with pure unadulterated rage. I started to open my mouth, but JB grabbed me around the waist and slapped a hand across my mouth before I could speak.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s not do this okay? Let’s just have a nice visit while we can.” JB whispered against my cheek.

“What the hell is going on?” Changbin asked Chan who only shrugged. Yugyeom made his way over to the group to explain.

“So, we really didn’t think this would happen and I’m so sorry, Hyung” Yugyeom bowed his head while addressing Chan.

“What IS going on?” Chan asked

“Noona and Hyung have a...complicated relationship?” Yugyeom offered as Youngjae joined them.

“They hate one another, let’s just call it what it is.” Youngjae said flatly.

“Woah, wait what?” Hyunjin asked as he joined in the conversation, the rest of SKZ following him.

“I don’t wanna overstep, but are you sure?” Minho offered. “They both look like they wanna devour each other, both literally and sexually.”

“Maybe?” Yugyeom responded “but let’s hope not. The last time that happened, we had to clean up broken glass, broken furniture, and they both needed stitches.”

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated, run that by me again?” Chan asked increduously

“They’re…..rough.” Youngjae began as a commotion caught everyone’s attention.

“You rat bastard sonofabitch I will end you!” I screamed, struggling with all my might to wiggle out of JB’s grasp.

“Oh! Is that it? You DO want them to fold you like the dirty laundry you are?” Jinyoung chuckled.

Changbin’s ears perked up at that and he took a deep breath, inflating to make himself appear bigger. “Hyung, is there really a reason for that kind of talk?”

“What are you getting so upset for little bro? Oh!” Jinyoung’s chuckle gains an edge of disgusted glee. “You decided to move on to the kids after we left, didn’t you? You just have to ride anything associated with JYP don’t you?”

CRACK

In a split second, I was out of JB’s grasp, across the room, and landing closed fisted punch directly to Jinyoung’s jaw causing him to stumble backwards.

“You miss getting fucked by JYPapi that bad that you have to take it out on me, you pathetic prick?” I seethed.

Jinyoung rights himself and wipes his mouth to see blood. His eyes light up with a fire I hadn’t seen in over 3 years.

“I don’t think me getting fucked is what we should be discussing” Jinyoung’s bloody grin would send shivers down most spines, but not me. My thoughts turn back to the last time we two fought 3 years ago. It was brutal, bloody, and absolutely orgasmic.

“What do you want to discuss short dick? The fact you can’t get a girl if you paid her?”

SLAP

My head snaps to the side as the back of Jinyoung’s hand comes in contact with my cheek, the taste of metal already beginning to pool against my teeth. He walks forward, his body pushing me back to the nearest wall.

“You really wanna run your mouth? I’ll give you something to use it on.” Jinyoung’s grin sends shivers through my body as his hand reaches down towards his zipper. In an instant my forearm connects with his throat as I twist our bodies around and pin him up against the same wall.

“What? That tiny dick?” I giggle, the blood smeared across my teeth matching his.

Jinyoung reaches forward, still pinned to the wall and cards a hand through to the back of my hair where he grips and yanks hard. “Oh you need it real bad, don’t you?” he smirks.

My left hand then reaches down and grabs his crotch with a painfully tight squeeze, his rock hard erection throbbing and making him yelp.

“You think you can handle me? Last time you needed stitches.” I purr with my nose right up against his.

“So did you” he huffs before pulling me forward into a bruising kiss, tasting each others blood on our tongues and making me squeeze him even harder.

“Should we do something?” Felix grits out, panicked as he and Jisung try their best to hold onto Changbin who looks like he wants to rip his Hyung’s head clean from his shoulders.

“Nope, now is the time we all disappear, but you have a first aid kit fully stocked right?” Jackson asks the scared looking group. Jisung nods as he swallows thickly.

“Then let’s let them work it out. Trust me, they won’t kill each other, but it will be messy” Mark says as he and the rest of GOT7 put arms around their Jr’s to lead them out of the dorm.

“But they just kissed with blood in their mouths?!” Jeongin whines, clearly disturbed by the sight he was witnessing.

“I promise you, it’s not the first time they’ve ingested each others….fluids” Yugyeom says as he drags the youngest along with him and out the door.

Pulling his fingers from my hair, he reaches down to the collar of my dress shirt and rips straight down sending buttons flying every direction.

“I wanna see those beautiful tits.” He says thickly, his mouth still tainted by the blood from the split on his lip.

Letting go of his length, I reach for his belt, unbuckle it and pull it free to wrap it around the arm that had been pinning his neck. Pulling back with all the force I can, I whack it harshly against his ass, pulling a needy moan from his throat.

Ripping the belt from my grasp, he grabs me painfully by my shoulder, spinning me around and smashing my face into the wall.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?” he huffs against my ear as he hauls off and whips me across both ass cheeks with the belt before pressing his raging erection right against my sore ass. A whining moan forces it’s way out of my mouth as my legs feel like they’re gonna give out beneath me, but I won’t let him win.

“I remember clearly...and you should respect your elders.” I grunt as I push off the wall hard, knocking him off balance before I turn and push, sending him toppling to the nearest couch.

Grabbing the collar of his dress shirt I lean down to take a button into my mouth.

“You and your prissy…”

I bite and spit a button across the room.

“Preppy little….”

bite

“holier than thou asshole...”

bite

“and these fucking dress shirts.” I finish as I spit the last button out like it offended me.

Crawling back up towards his collarbones, I begin to bite the flesh of his chest, my teeth leaving deep indents from his collarbone all the way down to his happy trail.

The desperate moans spilling from him are enough to completely drench my panties and dress slacks, as if they would survive this. I knew better, every stitch of clothing we wore would be in shreds by the end.

“We’re still wearing too many clothes” he breathes as he tries desperately to pull every stitch of fabric from my lower half, ripping the slacks and panties at the seams.

I hum in agreement as I raise up, allowing him to stand so I can work his own pants off. He slaps at my hands, not allowing me to touch as he unbuttons and slides the fabric down his thighs. I grunt in frustration, but he stops me cold as he slaps me across the face again. The sting sending arousal straight to my core.

“Bitches don’t get to touch until they’re told they can” he singsongs as he steps out of his slacks and reaches forward to push me back on the couch. Before he can react, I grab his thighs with both hands, dragging all 10 fingernails deeply, leaving angry red marks behind as he sucks in air through his teeth.

“That’s right ‘bitches’ don’t.” I spit, my eyes locked on the prize of his throbbing cock. I want it in my mouth so badly. I want to feel him pulse and I especially want to feel him twitch and hear him whimper as I take him down my throat as far as I can and pull back, scraping my teeth slowly, but firmly all the way up.

A grumble rumbles up from deep in his chest as he lurches forward and traps me under him, spreading my legs with the weight of his body. He knows exactly what I want to do with his cock, I’ve done it before and he blew his load down my throat instantly the last time I did. I try desperately to close them and scoot away, just to piss him off more, but he grips my inner thighs hard enough to bruise on contact.

“Do I need to make sure you’re ready for me or are you already soaking wet like the slut I know you are?” he breathes against my quivering center. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I bring his face to exactly where we both want him to be and smash his face, grinding my heat against him and smearing my slick all over his face. “What do you think?”

He grunts deeply as he rears back, grabbing my leg closest to the back of the couch and raises it up towards my chest and in one smooth motion he buries himself balls deep, not giving me any chance to adjust to his size whatsoever. It stings, it burns, and it throbs so good. He starts an absolutely brutal pace, battering my pussy with thrusts hard enough to give us both whiplash. I wrap my legs around his back and squeeze like I’m trying to break his ribs and honestly? A small part of me wants to.

“That perfect pussy….must be because my brothers wore it out for me” he groans as he continues to plow me like his life depends on it.

“Nah, it’s just that little cock. Fits just right.” I cry out, raking my nails down his back until I feel my fingertips wet with his blood making him fuck me harder and faster. He pulls both my arms above my head and holds my wrists as his body weight holds me still. He grinds into me, his pubic bone driving into my clit and setting off my orgasm like fireworks. As pleasure rips through my body, it throws off his rhythm long enough for me to push him off me so I can straddle him. The rough fabric of the couch makes him hiss when it comes into contact with the bloody scratches down his back.

“Oh fuck, you make me feel so alive.” he groans as I start riding him, his cock sliding in and out of me so perfectly. I lean forward, wrapping both hands around his neck, putting pressure on his carotid and not his windpipe because I don’t actually want to kill him...yet. The way he fills me, stretches me, like we were made for each other. I know he feels the same the way he’s gripping my body like I’m going to disappear. His moans, grunts, growls and groans are that of perfect pleasure.

“Sweet girl, please stop. I’m about to…” he cries out, his hips bucking of their own volition. I wait until the last possible second and then stand. Pulling him out of me and grip his base, squeezing so he can’t blow just yet.

The angry whine that escapes him sounds like pure sin as I sit back towards his knees and lean over, taking him down my throat in one go. The ragged hiss that escapes him is glorious. I hold there long enough to swallow around his tip and as I pull off, I indeed, scrape my teeth along his entire shaft.

“No, fuck!” he yells, grabbing his dick out of my mouth and hand so he can stop the inevitable once again. Pushing me off him, he grabs my legs and flips me facedown, pulling my hips up and shoving my face down, like I’m a bitch in heat and he’s ready to breed me. He slams back in and starts fucking me with long, deep, slow strokes. Bouncing against my cervix with each thrust, he builds speed and intensity, the loud smack of his hips against my ass resonates throughout the room.

He reaches out to thread his fingers through the back of my hair and grips as hard as he can, pulling me up and brushing his lips against my ear.

“Ok, now I’m ready to cum. You’re gonna take it and you’re gonna like it, isn’t that right?” he growls. I can feel another orgasm building with every roll of his hips, my walls gripping around him.

“I’m gonna fill you so full and so deep and I’m not gonna pull out until your womb has soaked up every last drop of my seed. Understand?” he breathes.

Between the glide of his cock through my walls and the filth pouring from his lips, the coil in my belly snaps and pleasure washes through me like a tidal wave, my legs shaking with the force.

“That’s a good slut, here it comes. Take it! Take it all!” Jinyoung cries out, sinking his teeth deeply into my shoulder as he buries himself to the hilt, filling me with his warmth.

There’s no sound in the room save the heaving breaths coming from our tired bodies. Jinyoung then covers my body with his own and his lips latch onto my shoulder where he bit me, his tongue laving over the broken skin.

“Why do we always have to scar each other?” he sighs, once all the blood has been licked clean from my shoulder.

“Because we hate each other. It’s called a hate fuck for a reason.” I sigh wearily, not really in the mood for conversation. I just want to get up, clean up and call the boys to come back to comfort me.

“Does it have to be a hate fuck?” he asks softly as he peels himself away from me, pulling me into a sitting position next to him.

“What else could it be?” my expression giving away my shock.

Standing from the couch, Jinyoung makes his way to the bathroom to find first aid supplies and grab a couple waters from the mini fridge on his way back to me. He checks me over to make sure there are no serious injuries before cleaning and applying antibiotic cream and a square of gauze to my shoulder. When he deems me patched, he turns and lets me tend to the slashes down his back. I pull out antiseptic and gauze and begin to tend to his wounds as he sharply sucks air through his teeth and grips a handful of couch cushion as I cleanse the affected areas.

“I just think that there’s obviously chemistry between us and it doesn’t need to be so violent.” Jinyoung says flatly, anticipating an acerbic response from me.

I sigh before grabbing a packet of scar cream to smooth over his back. “Maybe? I don’t even understand how it got to this point to be honest. We’ve always had some snide remark towards one another, but that day 3 years ago. What even was that?” I question honestly.

Jinyoung turns to me, pulling the packet from my grasp and taking my hands into his. “We both were going through a bad time back then you know---”. I squeeze his hands, not wanting him to go any further with that statement. Neither of us needing to remember that part of the past right now. “I’m just saying, we took it out on each other. Probably in the most toxic way known to human kind, but it is what it is. I just don’t think it needs to be like this anymore.” the softness in his eyes was not only foreign to me, but a little unnerving.

“We have attraction, do we not?” he asks point blank.

“I mean, yeah…” he cuts me off before I can continue.

“and we obviously trust each other more than we’re willing to admit. I mean, would you let anyone else manhandle you the way I have?” I shake my head as he continues. “I know I would never let anyone else do the things you do to me. So, why do we need to go so hard at each other, like we’re going to war?”

I suck in a deep breath, pulling my hand back to pinch the bridge of my nose. “You know you annoy me when you make sense.” I say with a smirk and a smile forms across his face.

“So, what do you say? Truce?” his hand releasing mine to hold out a pinky.

“What are you, 5?” I giggle as I accept his pinky with my own.

“No, that’s Chan” he replies with a wide grin.

“So, from here on out, we make love?” I ask with the gooeyest heart eyes I can muster.

“Eww, no.” he fake gags. “Let’s just release tension without battle scars and broken lamps.” the scar on the back of my arm tenses at the memory.

“Ok, but I still expect you to plow me into oblivion” I advise firmly, with my arms crossed over my chest.

“Always” he replies with a grin as he walks into the room he’s chosen to sleep in and comes back with two pairs of sleep pants and a shirt. We dress each other and get into a comfortable snuggle on the couch while downing the bottles of water. It’s not long before I fall asleep in his arms feeling content and safe.

“I don’t hear anything, you don’t think they finally killed each other do you?” Yugyeom asks with genuine fear in his eyes.

“IF they had, the whole floor would’ve heard it and there’d be ambulances and fire trucks and the whole nine.” JB says as he uses his keycard on the door and opens it slowly and carefully.

“Everyone okay?” JB calls out as he peeks inside. “Everyone DECENT?” Bambam adds with a chuckle.

Jackson pushes past JB into the main room and gasps loudly at the sight before him, the rest of GOT7 and SKZ filing in behind.

“I don’t believe it.” Jackson breathes, almost inaudibly as they all take in the sight of Jinyoung and I wrapped around each other like lovers with slight grins on our faces, bloody gauze and bandaid wrappers strewn across the coffee table.

“This is a good thing, right?” Chan asks hopefully.

“I toldja they were going to devour each other” Minho says with a smirk, earning a groan from almost everyone in the room.

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 19: You again!

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: During episode 17 of season 10 "Inside Man"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

I slowly descend the bunker's stairs, gripping the railing to keep my balance.  My head is throbbing…  Fucking hangover! That's why I don't drink!

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"Just on time!" Sam says coming from the library. " Let's go!" "Where?" "I need to check out something." "Where is Dean?" "He called to tell me he is running some errands in town. Come now. We don't have much time." "Can I at least get coffee first?" "Can we take the Jeep?" Sam counters me. "Yes, but you are driving." Just now he looks closely at me and raises his brows. "You ok?" He asks. "I feel like I was hit by a truck… twice…" "Are you hungover?" He muses. "I thought you didn't drink." "I don't… Last night was an exception. The only exception."

He sits in the driver's side of the Jeep, adjusting the seat. I offer him the key when I climb next to him. "Actually…" I pull back the key and I press my finger next to the ignition. "Jarvis, say hello to Sam." "Entering a new biometric signature." The car's computer answers. "Please, state your full name." I make a gesture for Sam to reply. "Sam Winchester." "Voice pattern saved. Please put your hands on the steering wheel." Sam obeys every command the computer gives him. I show him how to work with the dashboard and then I lead him to the truck to explain the equipment.

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"Here you go!" I say to him, finally giving him the key. "It is yours." "What?"  He asks, confused. "Why?" "I've meant to do this for a while." "But why?" "Just take it and say thank you!" I snap at him. My head is still hurting. He starts the engine and drives out of the garage without saying another word.

"Jarvis… Really?" He says after an hour driving in silence. "You are such a nerd." "I never said otherwise." I chuckle.

Sam parks the Jeep by the side of the road, behind Cas' car and he goes to talk to him. I desid to wait in the car, since my head is still throbbing a little. I'm way better than I was in the morning and the burger I ate on the way helped a lot.

"What are we doing here, anyway?" I ask Sam. "We need Metatron's help." "Because you think Metatron might have information about The Mark of Cain?" "I know he has." "Are you sure, though?" We are approaching a playground when a man stops us.  Not a man.  An angel.  Four of them.  And they are not happy to see us.  And… definitely not letting us talk to The Scribe of God. "Cas, let's go." Sam pulls the angel away. "What? We're leaving?" "Yeah, we can't fight off four angels." "So… so what? You just want to give up on Metatron?" Castiel protests. "No, we need him. Time for plan 'B'... We break him out."

We are walking down a dark street toward a house. "So, back in the '50s, Oliver Pryce was a kid psychic." Sam fills us in. "He performed everywhere… carnivals, Atlantic City… you name it. He was the real deal. Now, The Men of Letters were teaching him how to control his powers when they got… you know."

"Mr. Pryce? This is Sam…" "Winchester. You're Sam Winchester, Man of Letters." A bald man opens the door. "Yeah. How did you, uh..." "Mind reader, remember? And you're... What are you?" The psychic asks Cas. "I'm an Angel." "That... No, you can't be." "Why not?" Cas asks, really confused by the man's statement. "Because I'm an atheist." I burst into laughter. That is the most ridiculous statement I have ever heard. "Not anymore." Sam says passing by Mr. Pryce, entering the house. "And you…" The old man looks sadly at me. "What happened to you?" "I'll just stay outside." I'm quick to interrupt him. "Oh… no, no, no! Someone can see you standing there. And then… they will all start knowing on my door. No, no, no!" He pulls me instead. "You can wait here." He points to an armchair for me to sit.

Sam, Castiel, and Mr. Pryce are sitting around a table with candles on it. Sam's plan is to contact some old friend named Bobby, who died a while back. By the way he is talking about the man, I believe he was more than a friend… more like a father to him and Dean. So… Cas is explaining the plan to Bobby and I'm sitting in the corner the entire time. "I like her!" The psychic says when they are done. "She is smart and funny and really sassy, despite her dark thoughts!" Sam looks at me and then at the psychic. "She was wondering if the angels had changed the place of the door to Earth in the last 50-60 years." The bald man shrugs. "Metatron changed it to be behind door 42 when he was in charge of Heaven." Castiel answers. "And they call me a nerd!" I laugh out loud. "What?" Cas is confused once again. "I'll explain it later." Sam says and gets up from the table. "You will need to talk to that young lady as soon as possible." I hear Mr. Pryce says to Sam, just before he shuts the door behind us. Yeah… we will need to talk.

I splash water on my face and when I look at the mirror my eyes flash black for a second… Panic fills my chests and I blink at my reflection.  No!  I'm not giving up control.  Not yet!  Not until I'm sure Emilia will be ok.

"Been waiting for you." I say to the demon when he finally appears. I expect him to start a fight, to try to kill me, like his mother tried just an hour ago. "Squirrel." He just retorts.

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"Look, I'm not saying that I didn't want to slice and dice the witch. I'm just saying that that's not how it went down." We are sitting in the empty bar. "So she's a liar." "Must run in the family." "Mother says The Mark is just a curse, can be removed. Of course, she doesn't know how." "Figures." I pour myself another drink. "But I'm good, thanks." "Who's the liar now?" Crowley frowns.

"What do you know about…" I hesitate for a second but I clear my throat and ask the question that was bugging me for a while. "What do you know about soulmates?" Crowley looks at me with a question in his eyes. "Is this bullshit real?" I ask. "Well… yeah… It is… but it's rare, as far as I know. Why don't you ask Castiel? It's more in his line of work since it's Heaven's way to arrange their perfect future heroes." He is quiet for a moment, then he continues. "Actually… I’m kinda surprised they haven't hooked you and Moose up with your own already… Imagine… the poor girls… they will be dead in a week…" I do not answer him, do not even look at him… "Oh! Bloody hell! They did! Didn't they!"

Cas walks through the portal with Metatron. Well… it turns out, the angel was trying to play us out until he could escape. He knows nothing about The Mark. He has no idea how to remove it.  I'm not surprised but I keep my comments to myself. There is no point of told-you-so-s. But the sneaky angel manages to convince Cas he can take him to what's left of his grace.

"So… why did the psychic insist that I need to talk to you as soon as possible?"  Sam asks me.  We are going back to the bunker. He is driving and I'm just staring through the window in the rain. "We had run out of time." I breathe out. "It can happen at any moment now…" He looks at me confused, trying to keep his eyes on the road at the same time. It takes him a moment to understand what I'm talking about.  "But you said…" He starts but then looks at me again, finally catching up. "It was your birthday yesterday…" I turn around staring at the rain again.  I don't need to see the hate returning into his eyes. I'm the enemy again.

"Hey." Sam greets his brother. "Hey. How was the movie?" "French." The younger Winchester lies. "What about you? What did you do last night?" "Played some pool. It was kind of boring." Dean is lying too. He is definitely hiding something. But we all are…

I decide to wait for an hour before entering the bunker. It's obvious that Sam doesn't want Dean to know where we were. Or that we were together. Well… there is no point in telling him if Metatron doesn't know anything.  So… I'm standing outside in the dark trying to get in peace with my fate once more… Hope is a dangerous thing…

"Look who decided to come home! Did you have fun?" Dean smiles at me but there is a bitterness in his tone. "Kinda…"  He is looking to start an argument but I have no strength left in me for it. "So… Sophie!? Another alias?" He pokes. "Aham…" I mumble. "And this guy… Thomas… was it? Another ex fiancé?" He continues to push the subject. "No… just a simple undercover job… in and out… just four or five days… nothing too complicated…" I quickly answer and hurry to my room, not wanting to deal with lying anymore today.

Chapter 20: Games >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[saccharine-dean]

**Wincest fans DNI, because apparently I have to say that now.**

Upon discussing the rumor that Jensen Ackles was going to play Batman at... some point, my friend and I decided to cast the people of Gotham as according to the vibes we get from the SPN cast, both in and outside of their plots on the show. Here are our final thoughts:

- Just getting it out of the way, we have no idea where Misha goes. He's too powerful for anything we could think of. The idea of him playing Catwoman just so he would have to play Jensen's love interest (again. cough) was tossed around but never came to fruition.

- Jensen is Batman, obviously.

- Jared is the Joker. I will not elaborate. (Jared stans please don't k- [gunshots])

- Mark Sheppard is Penguin. We couldn't figure out why, but the vibes of Penguin well matched those of both Mark and Crowley.

- Mark Pellegrino is Scarecrow. Ngl I am afraid of this man. But I think he could do this.

- Richard Speight Jr. plays the Riddler. I do not have to explain this. The man has whimsy and riddling written all over his face

- Alexander Calvert plays Dick, but he also plays Jason, but he also plays Tim, but he also plays Damien. Whenever there is a wet pathetic Robin boy, he is played by Alex. If the Robin in question is shown as a child (e.g. A scene showing Dick's parents' deaths) he will still be played by Alex, but he gets sized down in post. NOTE - He is never edited to look younger, just smaller.

- Julien Richings plays Alfred. He will be good at portraying the handling of Jensen/Bruce's petulant bat-doings. I'm sure of it.

- Ruth Connell is Harley Quinn, and Emily Swallow is Poison Ivy. Doing our part for sapphics everywhere Idk

- We couldn't decide on a character for Rob Benedict, but he has to be in there somewhere. My personal suggestion was that he plays every background character. Every single one. There's a no-name guy running a hot dog stand? Rob. An old woman getting mugged? Rob. The angry ski-mask-wearing man mugging her? Also Rob. This man is a spectacle to me and I want to do his image justice.

- We also couldn't find characters for Felicia Day or Alona Tal, but similarly, they do have to be there. Originally they were going to be HQ/PI, but we gave HQ to Ruth, because, like.. It's Ruth

- Last but not least, if Misha won't be playing Catwoman, she'll be played by Lauren Cohan.

This absolute shitpost is so dear to me and it's only inevitable that one day I'll finally crack and draw it. If you made it this far.. I don't know. Your commitment to the bit is appreciated just as much as our own, I suppose

[boykingscourt]

Ooh! Who is who in your Lost Boys au & what are the best protectiveness parts?

ok so lost boys au that lives in my brain. this might be long for no reason so I apologize for that. two things to keep in mind:

idk if you've seen the lost boys before, but don't try to think of the characters as a 1:1 ratio, not in their relationships to each other nor their personalities. some of this will make more sense given their relationships in the movie and some of it will not

vampires-only universe. and the winchesters are just normal people with no prior knowledge of them

so most importantly dean is michael (older brother who falls in with the vampire gang and is unknowingly turned) and sam is... well sam! it makes almost too much sense given michael also calls his little brother sammy

dean is early 20s and sam is late teens

in this, john is lucy. lucy is technically divorced in the movie, but we can just keep it canon and have john be a widower (sorry, mary). certainly a version where mary is alive and john is dead can exist, but it's not this one

okay so this next part is kind of embarrassing. I know the lost boys is about well the lost boys, the gang of four vampire boys, but I really only have the most important member planned out.

benny is david, the leader. it makes sense given his relationship with dean in canon. can be homoerotic if you prefer. I can't find any photos of ty olsson around the age I'd want him to be here, but you can imagine him as dean's age (at least at the moment he was turned)

cassie robinson is star, who in the movie is david's (unwilling) girlfriend and is herself a fledgling vampire. if you want dean and cassie to be together the way michael and star were, then that's fine too! cassie is gorgeous; star is gorgeous, and both are brave. makes sense to me

btw I don't care about that little kid who hangs around star in the movie, so we're not gonna care about him here

my favorite role to fill was the frog brothers, two teens who work at a comic book store, befriend (movie) sam, and try to warn him about the existence of vampires. making them charlie and garth seemed like a no-brainer. they can still call themselves the frog brothers (even though charlie called the men of letters' name sexist, being a frog brother is just much cooler and I think she'd like it). they don't have to be literal siblings. sam, charlie, and garth will work to cure dean of his vampirism by attempting to locate and kill the head vampire

oh the grandpa is going to be bobby, a family friend john and the boys move in with for the time being. I don't think this needs further explanation

okay so now max, the head vampire

I want him to be rowena. now HEAR ME OUT

I love rowena and of course I don't see her as a villain by the end of spn but damn it let me have fun!! let her seduce john with the motive of turning him and his boys into vampires so they can all be one big happy vampire family. let sam, charlie, and garth try to prove she's a vampire in front of john and have that hilarious and iconic dinner scene from the movie ensue

because vampire mother is much cooler than a dorky vampire dad, yeah?

so now the best instances of michael protecting sam in the movie that I can then use for dean and sam? while it's true michael is not as outwardly protective of (movie) sam as dean is of (spn) sam, it is clear he cares for sam a lot and is not letting any vampire near him (including himself)

there's another iconic scene where sam is in the bathtub and michael nearly feeds on him, only to be mauled by the family dog lmao. so dean can indeed nearly feed on sam and get mauled by the family dog, sam's dog, bones in this case!

bones is a very good boy

when the vampires make their final attack on the winchester brothers, cassie, and the frog brothers, (who are all at bobby's house while both bobby and john are away) bones will run out into the yard, leaving sam to run after bones and dean to run after sam, shouting at him the entire time. bones will be fine!

there was also a part earlier in the movie where sam and the frog brothers sneak into the vampires' lair to kill them. this is where that gifset came from. michael (dean) is weak from the sunlight and nowhere near as powerful as david (benny) and his gang, warning sam (sam lol) that he can't protect him down there, to which sam replies that he has to protect dean this time

if you are still having a hard time seeing the vision, please imagine these two scenes as sam, dean, john, and rowena and then sam, dean, and cassie, respectively

and there you have it! lost boys au that lives in my head. ending and in fact the majority of the plot is up to you

if you know anything about the movie and want more specifics, and if I've thought of those specifics, ask away again!

[ananke-xiii]

There's a line from s11e20 "Don't call me Shurley" that got stuck into my little nogging and it's when Chuck tells Metatron "You were just the closest angel to the door when I walked into the room".

Now assuming that Chuck is a lying liar who lies I still like this line because it says way more about Chuck than about Metatron. Then Chuck goes on and delivers his cheap shot: "There's nothing special about you, Metatron. Not then… not now".

(Little aside: AND THEN Amara comes in a few episodes later and calls Metatron "The secretary"?! I mean, how can people not love her? Yes, she might have eaten a few souls so what? Sue her! He brother has eliminated WORLDS because Dean wouldn't bend the knee to him, who's the crazy sibling, huh? *insert a meta about Dean only willing to bend the knee to Cas in Purgatory and all the entendres intended*).

Anyway, for all his pettiness and shrewdness (Metatron is a great villain and I will die on this hill), Metatron replies with surprising grace:

"And I don't care if I was just the angel nearest the door. You picked me. Your light shined on me – Me! Oh, and the warmth. But then you left me. You left all of us."

My little fragile heart trembled a little to these words because... well, it's like the OG trauma, isn't it? To be chosen by your parents, to be loved unconditionally, to be somebody's favorite person... Oh, the warmth.

And so it hit me, I finally saw why I love SPN's angels so much. They are ALL (Cas included) a bunch of children screaming and kicking their feet because they want to be loved, thinking that if they follow their orders, if they fulfill their duties they will be loved.

They are all Lucifer minus the action and the mark.

These are Chuck's words to soothe Lucifer in "We Happy Few": I did. I was supposed to love all creation equally. I wasn’t supposed to have favorites. But you… You were mine. I gave you the Mark because I loved you the most, because I thought you were strong enough to bear it. And when I saw that I was wrong… When I watched my choice devour my most cherished son, I hated myself, and so I punished you. And I am so sorry."

Yes, Chuck is a lying liar who lies. Maybe he chose Lucifer because he was the one closest to the door. Who knows? Chuck doesn't care. Every angel's deepest desire is to be loved by God, to be the chosen one, to be his favorite. Which is both sad and... human? I guess it's a tragedy from the human perspective but maybe the human perspective is limited.

I don't really like the finale with Jack as God for a variety of reasons but, conceptually, the idea of a half-angel and half-human (Kelly Kline you will NOT be forgotten) becoming god is not that bad (Hello Jesus!). Especially if the half-angel part is theoretically (well in pratice too but I mean biology what amirite?)Lucifer's. Because, as Sam says in "We Happy Few": I-I can’t believe I’m actually about to say this, but… um. Lucifer is right.

At the end of the day, SPN as a narrative, did, in a very convoluted and maybe unintentional way, agree with Lucifer.

Like, Lucifer was right. And I know that if we put on our morality glasses Lucifer is evil incarnate etc but honestly? By the same lensens, the whole heavenly host is kinda evil. They ALL (Cas included) did a lot of pretty horrible stuff. All the horror and the pain for a God that doesn't care.

So I guess what should have been explored in Dabb's era was not so much nurture vs nature but more "what does it mean to be half-angel?" 'Cause really, ALL angels are a little bit like Lucifer. And if no angel really represents "good" what are we, humans, left with? Does the question "nurture vs nature" even make sense?

There's really nothing SPECIAL about any of us, humans, angels, demons, monsters. We ALL want to just be chosen and loved unconditionally. It turns out angels are not that different from humans, aren't they?