#spn hellfire series

[selene-writes]

Hellfire- Bloody Mary part 1

I am in the zone currently; I hope to post more later today :)

Chapter warnings include cursing and violence This is an 18+ fic

"Sam," Dean said urgently, shaking his brother awake. Sam jolted upright in the front seat, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. You glanced at him with concern from the back seat, while Dean exchanged a worried look with you.

"I take it I was having a nightmare?" Sam asked, first looking at Dean, then catching your gaze in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, another one," you replied, your brow furrowed.

"I'm not the only one," Sam muttered, looking back at you. Your glare was met with a defensive look from Sam. "And at least I get sleep," he added pointedly, turning his attention to Dean.

"Sooner or later, we're gonna talk about this," Dean said firmly, meeting Sam's gaze. "Both of you," he added, looking back at you.

"Are we here?" Sam interjected, shifting the topic. You silently thanked him; you weren't ready to discuss your nightmares with either of them.

"Yup, welcome to Toledo, Ohio," you said, peering out the window. The hospital loomed nearby, where the victim's body was held, with an ambulance in the background.

"What do you think really happened to that guy?" Sam asked, pulling out the newspaper detailing the man's death.

"That's what we're gonna find out," Dean replied, tapping the steering wheel impatiently. "Let's go," he said, opening the car door. Sam and you followed suit, walking towards the brick building.

Arriving at the morgue, you entered a dimly lit office with a desk bearing a plaque reading 'Dr. D. Feiklowicz. Behind it sat a balding middle-aged man engrossed in a book.

"Hey," he said, looking up as you approached.

"Hey," you replied politely, standing with Dean and Sam in front of the desk.

"Can I help you?" the man asked, a touch of annoyance in his voice.

"Yeah, we're the med students," Dean explained, nodding towards the door. "Didn't Dr. Feiklowicz tell you?"

"Sorry?" The man looked confused.

"Oh, Dr. Feiklowicz didn’t mention it?" Dean continued, gesturing vaguely. "We spoke to him on the phone. We're from Ohio State, supposed to examine the Shoemaker body for our paper."

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch," the man replied, looking between the three of you.

"Oh, well, um, it doesn't matter," you said, forcing a sweet smile. "You don't mind showing us the body, do you?" You noticed his eyes lingering on your chest and resisted the urge to slap him. Dean and Sam exchanged looks, clearly irritated at his ogling. 

"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour," he stated firmly, meeting your gaze again. "You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Oh we have to head back to Columbus," Dean said, his voice tense.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, nodding beside you.

"This paper is half our grade. Could you please help us out?" Dean pressed, but the man remained stubborn.

"Look, man, no," he said definitively. You seethed silently, smiling and turning away.

"I swear to god, I'm gonna kick him in his—" you muttered angrily, but Sam interrupted, placing a hand on your shoulder. Dean continued to glare at the man.

Sam stepped forward, clearing his throat and forcing a smile. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his wallet and placing several twenties on the desk. The man hesitated for a moment, then pocketed the money.

"Follow me," he said curtly, rising from his chair and leading the way. Sam was about to follow when Dean grabbed his arm.

"Dude, I earned that money," Dean protested, annoyed.

"You won it in a poker game," Sam shot back. You chuckled softly, watching the exchange between the brothers.

"Yeah," Dean muttered begrudgingly, nodding. Sam shook his head and walked after the man, with you trailing beside him and Dean following.

"I'm going to kill that douchebag if he looks at my tits again," you growled through gritted teeth.

"I know, he's a creep," Sam agreed quietly as you entered the next room. Dean's curses followed behind you.

"Maybe it's not ours, might be some freak medical accident," Sam pondered aloud as you descended the stairs, leaving the hospital. The Shoemaker's body had suffered liquefied eyes, and the doctor suspected a massive stroke or an aneurysm. After Sam paid the difficult man more money, he reluctantly shared the police report with you.

"When is it ever just some freak medical thing?" you retorted as you passed lab-coated men.

"Almost never," Sam sighed, trailing behind.

"Exactly," you nodded in agreement.

"Alright, let's go talk to the daughter," Dean said decisively, leading the way out the door.

"That's because it wasn’t a stroke!" Lily, the youngest daughter, exclaimed with a tremor in her voice. You had arrived at Mr. Shoemaker's house shortly after leaving the hospital. Donna, the elder daughter with short brown hair, was seated at a picnic table in the backyard, along with Lily and a blonde girl who seemed to be a close friend. They both looked weary, their eyes tinged with red.

"Lily, don't say that," Donna said gently, rubbing her sister's shoulder. Lily, her long brown hair framing her face, was visibly upset.

"No, it happened because of me!" Lily insisted, her distress evident. You exchanged a concerned look with Dean, who shrugged helplessly.

"Lily, why would you say something like that?" Sam asked softly, kneeling down to her eye level.

"Right before he died, I said it," Lily confessed, looking downcast.

"You said what?" you asked gently. She looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with sorrow.

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror," she replied. Sam raised an eyebrow, glancing at Dean and then at you. You remembered the urban legend from your own childhood in Sioux Falls.

"She took his eyes, that's what she does," Lily finished, looking earnestly at Sam.

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault, Lily," Donna reassured her sister with a mix of concern and sadness.

"I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didnt say it did he?" Dean asked. Lily shifted her gaze shyly to him.

"No, I don't think so," Lily replied softly, shaking her head.

You offered your condolences once more before excusing yourselves to return to the house.

Deciding to investigate upstairs where Mr. Shoemaker had died, you hoped to uncover any paranormal signs. Walking down the hallway, the bathroom lay ahead to the right.

"I've always hated that legend," you muttered to the brothers.

"Why's that?" Sam asked, his gaze fixed ahead.

"Summon some chick anywhere, anytime, and she'll take your eyes? Yeah, no thanks," you replied dryly. Sam chuckled softly.

Approaching the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar, you stood in the doorway as Sam pushed it fully open, the hinges creaking. The bathroom, with its grey walls and white tiles, had mostly been cleaned of blood, but faint red stains still marked the floor.

"The Bloody Mary legend... Did Dad ever find any evidence it was real?" Sam asked, glancing at Dean. You looked up at Dean, waiting for his response.

"Not that I know of," Dean replied.

"What about Bobby?" Sam turned to you. You shook your head; Bobby Singer was meticulous—if there was any truth to the legend, he would have known.

“I mean everywhere else, all over the country, kids will play bloody mary, as far as we know nobody dies from it.” Sam said, kneeling to inspect the red stain on the floor.

"Everywhere else, it's just a story. But here, it's actually happening," Dean mused, staring out the bathroom window.

"The place where the legend began?" you asked, looking between the brothers.

"Maybe," Sam nodded. "But according to the legend, whoever says it—you know—dies. Here, Shoemaker gets it."

"Never heard of anything like that before. But the guy did die right in front of the mirror," you added, sighing and glancing at the brothers on either side of you.

"And according to the legend, you know who scratches your eyes out," Dean agreed, nodding thoughtfully. "It's worth looking into," he concluded.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the hall. You turned, exiting the bathroom with Sam and Dean close behind. Standing before you was the blonde girl from earlier, Donna's friend.

"What are you doing up here?" she demanded, suspicion evident in her voice.

"We, uh, had to use the bathroom," Dean replied, earning an eye roll from you.

"What?" he mouthed defensively.

"Who are you?" she pressed, crossing her arms.

"As we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad," Dean explained. She narrowed her eyes, clearly skeptical.

"He was a day trader or something. He worked alone," she countered.

"No, I meant—" Dean started.

"And those weird questions downstairs, what was that?" she interrupted, eyeing you suspiciously. "Tell me what's going on or I'll start screaming."

"Alright, alright," Sam interjected, holding his hands up. "We think something happened to Donna's dad."

" Yeag a stroke," she replied firmly, shaking her head.

"That's not the sign of a typical stroke," Sam insisted, meeting her gaze directly.

"We think it might be something else," you chimed in, stepping forward. She looked at you like you were insane.

"Like what?"

"Honestly, we don’t know yet," Sam admitted with a sigh. "But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth."

"If you're gonna scream, go right ahead," you challenged, staring her down. She hesitated, glancing between the three of you.

"Are you cops or something?" she finally asked. Sam, Dean, and you exchanged glances before turning back to her.

"Something like that," Dean replied smoothly.

"If you think of anything, or if your friends notice anything strange, call us," you said, taking out a piece of paper and jotting down your number. You handed it to her before walking past her towards the staircase.

"So... Library?" you suggested as you descended the stairs.

You arrived at the library to find all the computers out of order. After checking out a multitude of books, the titles of which earned you a few strange looks, you decided to find a motel to do some research. You got your own room, but currently sat in the brothers' room. Sam had fallen asleep almost right away, but started to make noises in his sleep after about twenty minutes. He finally woke up yelling “no!”

"We haven't found anything useful," you said, slamming the book you were reading shut in frustration.

"There must be something," Sam said, sitting up on the bed he was lying on.

"We’ve looked at everything," Dean sighed. "A few local women named Laura and Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but no mention of a Mary."

Sam groaned and fell back on the bed. "Maybe we just haven’t found it yet," he muttered.

"We've also been searching for strange deaths in the area—exploding eyeballs, weird stuff like that—but there's nothing," you said, exhaling and looking between the boys. "Maybe we’re dealing with something else, not Mary."

Dean nodded in agreement. Suddenly, you felt a buzzing in your pocket; your phone was ringing. You pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was an unfamiliar number. Sam and Dean glanced at you as you answered.

"Hello?" you asked tentatively, your eyebrows furrowing as you recognized the caller's voice and the reason behind the call.

You met Charlie, the blonde girl from earlier at the park. She was sitting on a picnic table, sobbing. Her friend, Jill, had been found dead with liquefied eyes, the same as Mr. Shoemaker.

“And they found her on the bathroom floor, and her... her eyes… they were gone,” Charlie finished, looking up at where you were standing, her eyes red and filled with tears.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said softly, his gaze sympathetic as he looked down at her.

“And she said it,” Charlie continued, wiping her nose. You exchanged glances with Dean and Sam.

“I heard her say it, but it couldn’t be because of that, it's insane, right?” Charlie's voice trembled.

“No, you’re not insane,” you reassured her, shaking your head.

“Oh god, that makes me feel so much worse,” tears streamed down Charlie's face.

“Look,” Sam interjected, glancing at Dean and then back at Charlie. “We think something unusual is happening here, something that can't be explained.”

“But if we’re going to stop it, we could use your help,” Dean added, his tone serious. Charlie looked up at him in confusion.

“I just said I needed some alone time, I hate lying to her,” Charlie said, after sneaking you into Jill's room to investigate.

“This is for the greater good,” you said, placing a comforting hand on Charlie's shoulder. “Hit the lights,” you instructed, and Dean closed the window as Charlie turned off the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. Sam grabbed a camera from your duffel bag of gear.

“What are you guys looking for?” Charlie asked nervously, eyeing the array of equipment.

“We don’t know yet. We’ll let you know as soon as we do,” Dean replied, focusing on the task.

“Hey, night vision,” Sam said, adjusting the camera. Dean and you moved closer to him, examining the equipment Sam was setting up.

“Do I look like Paris Hilton?” Dean jokes, turning his shoulder and posing. You chuckled, and Sam turned the camera away, scanning the room.

“So I don’t get it. The first victim didn’t summon Mary, and the second one did. How's she choosing them?” Sam asked, opening the closet door and scanning the insides with the camera, including the mirror on the door.

“Beats me,” Dean muttered, holding an E.M.F. meter out in front of him.

“Why did Jill say it in the first place?” you wondered aloud, looking back at Charlie as you examined Jill's belongings for any clues.

“It’s just a joke,” Charlie replied with a shrug.

“Someone's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time,” Dean said grimly, joining you and Charlie.

“Hey!” Sam's voice called out from the bathroom. You and Dean turned simultaneously to face him.

“There's a black light in the trunk, right?” Sam asked.

Dean went to get the light as Sam and you carefully moved the mirror off the wall, placing it face down on Jill's bed. Dean tossed Sam the blacklight, which he caught smoothly, turning it on and hovering it over the back of the mirror. White handprints were plastered across the surface along with a name: Gary Bryman.

“Gary Bryman?” Charlie asked, peering down at the mirror.

“You know who that is?” you asked her, studying her reaction closely.

“No,” Charlie replied, shaking her head.

“Alright then, let’s find out,” Dean said decisively from beside you.

[destielficsread]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, Ruby (Supernatural), Garth Fitzgerald IV, Rufus Turner, Cain (Supernatural) Additional Tags: tv show au, Forged in Fire AU, Television Star - Dean Winchester, Television Star - Castiel, Castiel is a BAMF with a blade, Background Dean/Cas, seriously if you're not into Destiel you could read it there is only a hint here and there, This is basically a Forged in Fire episode but with spn characters Series: Part 2 of Forged in Hellfire Summary:

A Timestamp to my fic Forged in Hellfire. Its time for the show to have a Halloween themed episode and the contestants are challenged to make a knife that can kill a supernatural creature. Who are our contestants and what will they make?

[deanssweetheart23]

Somewhere Only We Know

Title: Somewhere Only We Know: Autumn Leaves (Part 1)

Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t believe in love. He doesn’t believe that he deserves to be loved, doesn’t believe he deserves the happiness of it after everything he’s done. And then she waltzes into his life. The girl that brings with her colors and life and feelings he never thought he’d experience. The girl with the scars that match his. Is the one year he gets to spend with her enough to change his life forever? Or will it break him beyond repair?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Marty Blye (OMC)

Word count: 3928

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Mentions of blood and violence. References to death, grief and loss. Language. Sexist remarks (and Dean being his amazing self). 

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @@thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s  Seasons of Love Challenge (Colors of Fall) and for @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba ’s 250 Writing Challenge. Ladies, thank you both so much for letting me participate and allowing me to combine your prompts, I fell in love with this and I hope you like it as much.

Special thank you to twin @ravengirl94 for always finding time to help me.

My prompts were a secret gif that has been inserted into the fic below and Dive by Ed Sheeran (which is one of the most amazing songs ever and screams Dean’s name, tbh). 

This will be a mini-series of four parts. (Every new part will be posted seasonally). 

Without further ado. Enjoy <3

Dean doesn’t really like autumn.

He knows most people do, knows that they love the flutters of color and the crispy breeze kisses, the valleys and the leaves and the scarlet of the sky, but he’s never able to fully appreciate them, to feel the magic of it all in his bones and his heart in the way other people do.

Autumn is not a time of magic for Dean.

It’s not painted in colors of change and new beginnings. Everything he sees in the curved pumpkins and the rays of cold sunshine, everything he can see, reminds him of his mother’s smile and the way her arms wrapped around his little frame and of the embers, those warm, bright embers of fire that swallowed up his entire childhood.

So, when a possible shapeshifter case takes him and his brother to Denver, one of the best cities for fall travel, according to the local newspaper, he rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath until his brother points out that he looks like a petulant child.

And when he realizes that he’s bound to spend an hour of his life in that horrible coffee shop with the extravagant lantern pumpkins and the autumn themed menu because his brother is meeting a friend from Stanford, he’s crestfallen.

Letting out a loud sigh, Dean clears his mind and goes over his newspaper for what feels like the hundredth time that day, trying to find something, anything that he’d be able to link to their case.

He has no such luck.

With a roll of his eyes, he takes a look at the miserable fall themed wreaths that hang from the walls, and, reaches for the menu. Everything in there, every single thing, is pumpkin flavored.

God. 

He hates autumn.

Maybe he could just-

“I’m sorry.” Someone shouts, voice unexpectedly soft as a blast of cold wind dances through the open door and reaches him, scraping at his skin. “Crap, I’m so sorry.”

Dean looks up, bemused, only to find one of the most fascinating girls he’s ever seen standing right in front of him.

She’s beautiful, even in that tacky black and orange workwear that seems to be the coffee shop’s signature sign, and, despite her disheveled and flustered state, the warmth she radiates, the way she way just stands there and demands attention, makes it impossible for him to take his eyes off her.

“I tried calling but my battery’s dead and the traffic was-”

“This is the third time you’re late this week, Y/N.” A man –her boss, Dean assumes, says, lips screwed into a scowl.

“I know. I just-”

“The only reason I agreed to this was because Josh vouched for you. But if this keeps happening, I can’t-”

“It won’t.” Y/N states firmly, jutting her chin, though he can swear her voice wavers a little bit. “This will never happen again. I promise.”

The man takes a long look at her then, so cold and calculative that manages to make even Dean want to crawl out of his own skin, and sighs, scarfing down the chocolate biscuit he’s been holding.

“It better not. I’ve said this already and I’ll say it again. Your brains don’t matter here, Y/N.”

Y/N nods, sternly, hands clenched by her sides until they’re white-knuckled.

“And drop one of those buttons.” He smirks, waving at her shirt. “You’re a waitress, not a nun.”

“I-”

And maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, maybe he should have kept his mouth shut, but her flushed cheeks and her narrowed eyes are enough to make his blood boil.

So, he raises his hand and-

“Excuse me,” he says, pointing to the empty table in front of him, “can I get a cup of coffee here?”

Mr. Jackass nods in his direction and smiles, a pained, plastic smile Dean would absolutely love to punch off his face, then throws Y/N a crisp white apron.

“Drop the button.” He mutters again, jabbing a finger warningly at her.

Y/N waits for one, two, three seconds before her boss disappears into the kitchen, then turns on her heels to approach him, fidgeting with a chain that’s hanging from her neck.

She clears her throat, quietly.

“I, uh,” she smiles, a half smile that’s nervous and bashful, “thank you about that. I-”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, kid.” He cuts her off softly, glancing towards the kitchen. “He’s a bit of a dick, ain’t he?”

She chuckles, hasty and fuzzy and just a tad nervous.

“Honestly? He’s,” she turns around to make sure no one is listening, then leans a bit closer, “yeah. But I got bills to pay and he pays me, so…”

“Hey, you don’t have to explain anything to me.” Eyes that lock onto hers. “I get it.”

She nods, but she’s still a little timid, still acts like what had just happened is somehow her fault and Dean wants to do something to change that, wants her to know that no ass has the right to talk to her like that, no matter who he thinks he is.

He can’t.

Her forehead puckers.

“Uh, coffee.” She says, the words rolling out of her tongue as if she’s never spoken them before. “You wanted me to get you coffee.”

He chuckles a bit under his breath, and huffs out an awkward yeah, scratching the back of his neck, something sheepish.

“Black sounds nice.”

She grins, a lazy grin that’s braver than ever before, and bites her bottom lip.

“What, you’re not a fan of pumpkin spice?”

“Do I look like I’m a fan of pumpkin spice?”

A snort.

Amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Black coffee it is.” She writes something down on her notepad. “Anything else I can get ya?”

“Actually,” he licks his lips, glancing at the menu in front of him, “I noticed you got pies?”

“Yeah, ‘bout that,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I’m not supposed to say this, but you don’t –you don’t really want to try those pies.” She scrunches her nose up. “They’re, uh, terrible.”

He lets out a laugh, breathy and loose.

“You don’t believe me?”

“No, I just,” he rubs at his scruff, “I really love pie.”

“Which is why you shouldn’t try this one. Don’t let us ruin it for you.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“I appreciate the concern. But. Nothing can ruin pie for me, sweetheart.”

“Well. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Romeo.” She says, and her eyes smile at him, sparkling and honest and sunny.

Maybe autumn isn’t so bad after all.

The pie really is that bad.

It’s dry and tasteless and even though Dean has spent most of his life eating at out-of-street diners and shady looking restaurants, he’s pretty sure he’s never tried something so horrible before.

He still stops by that coffee shop the next day though, and when she notices and throws a surprised glance his way, he smiles his most charming smile and says that cherry pie might be better.

Again, he’s wrong.

The pie is just as awful –if not worse, and Sam’s grumbling about how they should have just skipped breakfast would have probably driven him up the damn wall, if it weren’t for the way Y/N beams at him every time she catches him staring.

“Yeah, no,” Sam pulls him out of his thoughts as he shuts his book closed, hazel eyes locking with his, “the Odyssey is not better than this.”

“Not bet –dude, that thing doesn’t even have a plot.”

A pointed look.

Fingers pushing off the hair from his face.

“It does. It’s just a bit elusive.”

“Well,” Y/N cuts in, prompting Dean to smirk when he sees her in front of his table, her apron hastily tied around her waist, “that’s one way to put it.”

Sam looks up, brows furrowed into quite an offended scowl, but she only grins, a grin that would have been devilish if it weren’t for that childish spark in her eyes.

“Coffee for my knight in the shining flannel,” she gloats, sliding the white mug towards him, “and a smoothie for his friend with the terrible taste in books.”

Dean snorts.

Sam shots him a pointed look, and juts his chin, just a tad offended.

“Right.” He rolls up his sleeves, ignoring his brother’s monstrously self-satisfied grin. “Can I ask why do you think this is terrible?”

“Uh,” she rocks back and forth on her heels, nose scrunched up in the cutest of ways, “because of the made-up words? Or the run-on sentences? Or. How about the mere length of that thing?”

“It’s experimental.”

“It’s bullshit.” She objects, eliciting a soft chuckle from Dean. “Slaughterhouse Five is experimental. Mrs. Dalloway is experimental. Finnegan’s Wake? That’s just a load of crap people pretend to love because it makes them sound more intellectual.”

Sam straightens then, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips and Dean knows, right in that moment, that there’s not a person in the world Y/N wouldn’t be able to win over.

“Sounds like you’ve got pretty strong views about it.”

“Oh, Sunflower has pretty strong views about pretty much everything.”

Dean blinks in surprise at the voice, but when he opens his eyes again he hears Y/N’s rosy laugh and watches as she throws her head back in amusement, and something heavy settles over his stomach.

Peering over his shoulder, he sees a guy in his early thirties smiling at Y/N lovingly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket.

The man is tall, with blonde hair almost as long as Sam’s and blue eyes, face dusted with facial hair and laughing lines.

Y/N smiles at him, a smile that’s etched with love and intimacy, a profound intimacy he knows he’ll never have with her.

His hand drops to his side.

“Marty, what are you-”

“You left your jacket at my house this morning.” The man explains with a soft laugh and reaches over to envelop Y/N in his arms, lips landing on her forehead in a sweet kiss.

Of course.

“And when you told me your boss wouldn’t be coming in today, I figured I’d stop by to give it back.”

“And get free coffee in return.”

Marty chuckles, rich and delighted and adoring.

“And get free coffee in return.” He agrees, brushing some hair off her face.

And even though Dean knows that it’s insane, even though he knows nothing would have happened between them because he wouldn’t let it, wouldn’t allow himself to have her for a quick roll within the sheets and then let her go, it still hurts a little that she’s with someone else, still makes his jaw clench when he notices the way she touches him, fingers sliding over her skin like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

He swallows, hard.

She doesn’t notice.

“Well, then,” she mumbles, corner of her mouth turning up in a half-smile, “let’s go settle your payment.”

Marty nods, and wraps an arm around her waist, and she turns to Dean and smiles, a smile that mends and breaks him at the same time.

“Be right back.”

Three seconds pass and Dean can already feel his brother’s eyes burning holes on him, can already see that annoying, knowing smirk of his floating across his features.

“Shut up, Sam.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Sa, complains, heat still in his eyes.

Dean sighs and glances at the counter just in time to see Y/N laughing at something Marty has said, head buried into his chest while he kisses her hair.

She looks happy.

Somehow, it doesn’t seem enough.

It isn’t until that same night that Sam brings Y/N up again.

Dean has been trying not to think about her too much, has been trying to remind himself that she has a boyfriend that loves her and kisses her forehead and lets her stay the night, but she still finds ways to slip through the cracks of his mind.

And.

His brother won’t shut up about her.

“For fuck’s sake, Sam” Dean groans, slamming the refrigerator’s door shut, “I’m trying to work here.”

Sam smirks, delighted and just a bit brash.

“And?”

“And your stupid questions won’t let me.”

“Dude, I only asked if Y/N’s boyfriend was there yesterday, too.”

“Yeah,” Dean snorts and spreads his hands, forearms on the table, “three times.”

“Because you won’t tell me.”

“Because I don’t know.”

The youngest Winchester chuckles, brows arched slightly.

“Right. Because you didn’t spend the entire day ogling her.”

Dean opens his mouth then because he’s so done, so absolutely done that he’s ready to give Sam a piece of his mind, when a sound catches his attention.

His eyes drift to the police scanner they keep in the room.

He doesn’t know why, but his stomach churns.

2-7

Can you head to 1624 Market St Ste 226? Caller reports being trapped, possible dead body. Fire is on the way.

1624 Market St Ste 226

1624 Market St Ste 226

1624 Market St Ste 226

The coffee shop’s address flashes before Dean’s eyes as the dispatcher’s voice rings loudly into his mind.

Everything around him begins to move in slow motion.

His chest hurts.

“Dean-”

“Don’t even say it.” Dean growls, the muscles in his back going rigid. “They’re okay. They got to be okay.”

He reaches for his gun and grabs a silver knife on his way out, mind drifting to the shapeshifter, to how every single victim killed had been murdered so close to that coffee shop, to how her boss missed work the day after one of the attacks.

He swears under his breath.

He’s going to kill that son of a bitch.

Dean doesn’t remember the last time he’s seen so much blood.

He’s a hunter, he’s been a hunter ever since he was a kid, and yet, he doesn’t even remember the last time the blood was literally everywhere, spluttered across walls and tables, staining the floor in disturbing patterns that killed any expectations he might have had.

The room’s dark and he can feel it, can feel the death that’s lingering upon it, and is ready to abandon all hope when he sees Sam pointing towards the kitchen, gun raised.

She’s tied on a chair, clothes almost shredded and coated with blood, cuts and scratches littering her skin.

She’s alive.

Sam takes her rag off and Dean braces himself, gets ready to tell her that it’ll be okay, that that monster’s dead and will never hurt her again, gets ready to find a way to explain how her life will never be the same, but the sound she makes, the way she almost chocks on dry air, ruins him.

“He’s got him.” Y/N wails hysterically, fighting against her restrains. “John –I’ve never seen him like that before. He tried to… Marty… Please, you have to help Marty. I can’t-”

“Y/N, hey,” Sam coos, cupping her face with his hands, “hey, you got to breathe for me. Where is he?”

But Dean already knows, so he heads for the small room in the back and doesn’t stop until he finds him on the floor, a man lying in a pool of his own blood.

The blue of his eyes is fading now, nothing like the vibrant color he’s seen that same morning, and his skin’s pale, lifeless.

“Marty,” he says, sliding to his knees next to him. “Marty, can you hear me?”

The man blinks.

“Y/N,” he rasps out, words low and slurred and laced with blood, “Y/N-”

“I’m here. I’m right here.” Y/N croaks as she limps towards them, Sam shouldering some of her weight.

She crouches down on the ground next to him and cradles him in her arms.

“Y/N.” Ragged breath. “I saved you.”

A whimper escapes her.

“Yeah. Yeah, baby, you did.”

“I-”

“Sssh, don’t speak,” she runs her fingers through his hair, soft and tender like she’s trying to help him fall asleep. “I got you now. I got you.”

“Well,” he breathes, reaching out for her hand, “I always knew I was gonna die next to you.”

“Don’t say that.” She puts pressure on the open wound on his neck. “You’re gonna be okay, you hear me?”

“Don’t cry, Sunflower.” He dabs away some tears. “I don’t like it when you cry.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Mars.”

“Can you…” His words come out slower now, pained, breathless whispers that scratch the air between them before cutting into her skin. “Can you sing our song?”

Dean doesn’t think he’s ever heard anyone make a more broken sound than the one Y/N makes in that moment, but she nods and smooths a hand over his face.

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them someday

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them someday

Marty’s breaths come out shorter as she sings, and when he tries to sing along, she hushes him and cradles his face into her chest, whispering soothing words and empty promises, her saltiness blending with his blood. A bitter mix.

She doesn’t let go.

Instead, she sobs as his tears wet her skin, sobs as the blood starts to drip from his mouth and he can’t speak anymore.

And when he takes his last breath and is left empty and breathless and cold, a dead weight in her arms, she cries harder, sobs until she can’t breathe anymore, there on the floor, just a red mess of limbs and heartache.

And Dean knows.

The sound will haunt him forever.

He sees her again two days later.

She’s standing in the middle of a small park just a few blocks away from her house, braced against one of the tree trunks while golden leaves dance under the autumn sun.

The air’s chilly, the light breeze dusted with the blooming scent of orange trees, the red cape she’s wearing swaying along with it and, for a second, Dean’s back at that coffee shop, back at that night that he’d failed everyone, that he’d failed her, and she’s laying, on the floor, just a crumbled-up piece of paper with Marty’s lifeless body in her arms.

And he guesses he should be used to this by now, used to seeing innocent people die and lose loved ones, used to that hollowness that loss brings along with it, but he’s not.

He clears his throat, quietly.

“Hey,”

A broken, half-smile.

“Hi,” she turns around to face him, eyes red and lashes wet, “I, uh,” she wraps the cape tighter around herself, “thank you for coming. I know I should have called earlier but-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shakes it off, head dipped as he shoves his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “M’ just glad you took me up on that offer.”

She nods, the furrow between her brows hitching.

“I had to. I never,” deep breath, “I never got to say thank you.”

He laughs, despite himself, but it’s bitter and broken and sad.

“Good. Don’t.”

“Dean-”

“I couldn’t save him, Y/N.” He says, harsher than he intended to. “Marty’s dead and that’s on me.”

“No, it’s not. You,” she pauses, reaches out and lets her fingers wrap around his clothed arm gently. It’s a strangely intimate move, one that catches him off guard, but the pressure around his skin is pleasant and needed and reassuring, and he doesn’t dare pull away.

“You saved my life. And Marty’s death, it hurts, but I don’t blame you. I could never blame you.”

“Kid-”

“You’re a good man, Dean.”

“You barely know me.”

“I know enough.” She retorts, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You hunt monsters for a living and expect nothing in return. That sounds pretty noble to me.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“You never lose an arguments, do you?”

She huffs out air through her nose, not quite a laugh.

“Yeah,” she smiles, a smile as fragile as spur sugar. “Marty used to say that it was because of my eyes. They can make people do just about anything.”

It comes out in a soft whisper, quiet and low, like she can’t actually believe it’s true, but Dean knows it is, because he can feel it every time she looks at him, can feel it in the way she could rob him blind with those big Y/E/C orbs of hers and he still wouldn’t complain.  

He chuckles, a low, gruff chuckle, and runs a hand over the back of his neck.

“How long had you two been together?”

She knits her brows a bit at the question and squints at him, as if she doesn’t quite understand what he’s saying, then shakes her head and lets out a soft chuckle.

“Oh, no. It wasn’t –it wasn’t like that.” She wraps her arms around her small frame and gnaws on her bottom lip, seemingly thinking about something.

“Marty was my best friend. I, uh,” she rubs at her forehead, “I lost my mum when I was five so, my dad had to work crazy hours to raise me and Marty’s mum… She helped a lot. We grew really close and he just ended up being family, you know?”

“Yeah,” Dean whispers, running a hand over his face, “yeah, I do.” He hesitates for a second. Then. “How is his mum holding up?”

“No, she doesn’t… She died six years ago.” Y/N says, voice wavering just a little bit. “Four weeks after my father, actually. And his dad was never really a dad, so… All Marty and I had was each other.”

And she says it with her eyes cast downwards, says it with a shrug, but Dean’s stomach churns and plummets and his heart aches, because he knows what it’s like to lose the only person you have in the world, knows what it’s like to be left alone, how it breaks you and leaves you hollow and numb. 

She doesn’t deserve this.

God, she doesn’t deserve this at all.

He doesn’t say anything.

Words wouldn’t have been enough anyway.

Instead, he reaches out for her, slow and a bit reluctant, and lets her meet him half way, then takes her soft, small hand in his and squeezes, a silent, wordless reassurance that someone is there, that someone will always be there for her.

“Well,” he clears his throat, “now you got us, too. So, if you ever need anything, I’m one phone call away.”

She chuckles.

“Like I said,” she intertwines their fingers together, “you’re a good man, Dean Winchester.”

He smiles, a soft, sad smile that melts his rough edges and breaks down his walls and when she leans in to kiss him goodbye on the cheek, he realizes that no one, absolutely no one, had ever made his heart beat faster with a single brush of her lips against his skin.

And he prays to God he’ll see her again…

A/N: This was a bit of a slow burn, but the ride is so worth it, you guys, you’ll see...

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[holylulusworld]

hi. i think youre the writer i know with the more follower thats crazy and so cool and you deserve to be in libraries

i wanted to know as you know a lot of people, who are the kindest writers u know? and the more talented? the ones who deserve to be in libraries with u i would like to follow them

i really love all your marvel and supernatural fanfictions have a good day and summer and life

Thank you so much, lovely.I’m honored. Of course I can name you some authors for SPN and Marvel.

SPN

@jay-and-dean She writes mostly for Dean, but if she writes for Sam, it’s great. Her stories are heartfelt. You can feel the emotions behind every word. Jay loves Dean as much as I do, that’s the reason her stories feel “real”.

@roonyxx She writes mostly for Dean. Her stories are fluffy, angsty and soft. I still need to catch up with her high school AU. Roonyx has a few collab fics with Jay. You should check them out.

@flamencodiva She mostly writes for Dean. You can find great reader insert stories just like original characters in her stories. I highly recommend to check out her original stories.

@cockslut-padalecki You want the smut. You want the naughty stuff? Check her block out. Her stories are wild, angsty and smutty. You can find Marvel and SPN stories on her blog.

@negans-lucille-tblr Check her blog out. One of my fav dom!Dean stories comes from Bee. It’s called ‘His Property’ (check the sequels out too). Bee made me read my first dark!fic. It’s called Hellfire (but please head the warnings.)

@saxxxology This is one of the first Sam blogs I followed after joining Tumblr. Her stories are unique and you will get lost in them. If you want Sam, look at her blog. (And the smut, don’t forget the smut!)

@thecleverdame This is the second Sam blog I followed after joining Tumblr. It seems she’s not active lately but there are so many unique stories to explore you’ll never get bored. (I love her Alpha!Sam)

@supersleepygoat I miss her. I don’t know why she never came back to Tumblr but I didn’t want to miss to share her work. The angst will hit you like a train. (I came for the angst, and stayed for the angst.)

@kittenofdoomage I think her blog was one of the first SPN fic blogs I found when I joined Tumblr. Her stories are mainly on A03 now but you should check her work out. Her Mafia AU’s are better than any book. I admire her work.

@smol-and-grumpy Another wonderful SPN writer. Her work is original and you should definetly check her blog. I’m currently reading ‘Legally yours’ and I’m already in love with the series.

@luci-in-trenchcoats Dozens of fics are waiting for you on this blog. You can find Dean, Sam, Jensen etc. Her masterlist is on my ‘to-read’ list.

@firefly-in-darkness You can find amazing stories for SPN and Marvel on her blog.

God, I know I’m forgetting half of the people I follow but these came to my mind.

Here are more blogs for SPN with great stories:

I’d like to write more for every author but it’s too hot over here to continue.

@covered-byroses, @jawritter, @impala-dreamer, @winchest09, @acreativelydifferentlove, @becs-bunker, @mummybear, @waywardrose13, @georgialouisea, @there-must-be-a-lock, @angelkurenai, @glazedhoneywriting, @bamby0304, @crispychrissy, @our-jensen-ackles-love, @soaringeag1e, @squirrel-moose-winchester, @crashdevlin, @allys-creative-bubble, @myinconnelly1, @sofreddie, @msmarvelouswinchester, @chocolateheart, @waywardbaby, @janicho88, @moosekateer13, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @heloisedaphnebrightmore, @herstarburststories, @jensengirl83, @coffee-obsessed-writer, @talesmaniac89, @superfanficnatural, @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Marvel

@shreddedparchment If you love Thor you should check her blog out. She writes for other characters too.

@simsadventures She writes for SPN too. Every story is unique.

@angrythingstarlight You must check this blog out.

@syntheticavenger, @punani, @tropicalcap, @avintagekiss24, @babyboibucky,  @sinner-as-saint, @nsfwsebbie, @imaginedreamwrite, @world-of-aus, @donutloverxo, @sapphirescrolls, @caplanbuckybarnes, @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @buckyskorpion, @buckys-darling, @brooklyn-boy, @buckysknifecollection, @champangebucky, @kentuckybarnes, @nastybuckybarnes, @playbucky, @waiting4inspiration, @jobean12-blog

Damn, I follow so many blogs but my brain is blank now.

You can always check my blog for more authors. Use ‘fic recommendation’ or ‘Lulu reads’.

Or, if you want to, you can check my sideblog for masterlists of authors I follow: Lulureads

I don’t know if you like Henry Cavill and his characters but if you do, you should check @littlefreya blog out too.

I will add more authors when I find the time to go through my list or my brain decides to remember all the great people I follow.

Please feel free to reblog the list and add more people. Let’s appreciate all the creative minds out there.

[rcmclachlan]

RC’s Dean/Cas Fic Recs

This is by no means a complete list. This is for @justlikeeddie, who was looking for recs that didn’t require a whole lot of SPN knowledge. The good news is that you can get by with a quick Wikipedia read of each season’s plot and context clues to understand what’s going on in some of these. 

@justlikeeddie, this oughta keep you busy for a while, my dude. Happy reading! 

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Title: So Says The Sword (85k words) Author: komodobits Summary:

The briefing was simple: ‘Stand guard over the Michael Sword until the battle is ready to commence. Await further instructions.’

Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected. +

Title: Take Me Home Country Roads (125k words) Author: saltyfeathers  Summary: 

Dean dies with the Mark of Cain on his arm, waking up with black eyes and hellfire licking at his heels. Cas, sick on the stolen grace that’s rotting inside him, gives chase. As his pursuit and Dean’s evasion ebbs and flows, they begin to figure out the difference between marks given and marks received, and what it means when one such mark is faded but not forgotten.

+ Title: Down to Agincourt (1 million+ words — that is not a typo) Author: Seperis Summary: There is no such thing as a guarantee when it comes to war.

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Title: I Shall Not Want (21k words) Author: domesticadventures Summary: 

His grace is burning out, and the wasteland it leaves inside him becomes an echo chamber for all the memories, all the fear and doubt and self-loathing he's collected over the years. Things said and done hound him on endless repeat until he's convinced they’ll break through his skin and fill the silence of the bunker. 

His head is killing him, and he sits hunched over an open book, not really reading, just digging his fingers into his skull and praying nothing slips through the cracks. +

Title: Teaching Poetry to Fish (52k words) Author: aeli_kindara Summary: 

In which Castiel teaches poetry to fish. Also, himself. Also, eventually, Dean.

(A series-long story, diverging slightly from canon after S14.)

+ Title: Cinderwings (182k words) Author: bendingsignpost Summary:

Under the cover of a masquerade ball, Castiel has five nights to recover the key to his people’s freedom. The world has changed greatly in the six centuries since their banishment into the void, but the task isn’t impossible. Unfortunately for Castiel, this is going to involve talking to people - especially the Knight Prince who has taken an interest in Castiel and his “costume” wings.

(Destiel Cinderella AU) +

Title: On the Wings of War (85k words) Author: AlchemyAlice Summary:

The four Horsemen are not just people with fancy rings. They aren’t even demons with fancy rings. They are another species entirely, a force unto themselves, and Lucifer is kidding himself if he thinks that they are at his beck and call. They are separate. They are neutral. Dean Winchester is not built like them. +

Title: My Eyes Are An Ocean (10k words) Author: entanglednow Summary:

It's amazing what you decide you can get away with when you can't see a damn thing.

+ Title: Twelve Arches Facing the Sea (43k words) Author: MajorEnglishEsquire Summary: 

If Cas says anything else, Dean can't hear it. There's a hand over his face, a wetness at his mouth, and the volcano's deafening silence rushing through his head like pyroclastic flow, like a landslide rolling over everything in sight and drowning it in death. +

Title: pieces (15k words) Author: museaway Summary: 

Castiel loved humanity because it was God's will. He did not understand why until he met Dean Winchester. +

Title: a turn of the earth (95k words) Author: microcomets Summary:

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

+ Title: Deeper and Deeper into the World (47k words) Author: perilously Summary: 

When Metatron breaks free of the library, Castiel’s grace in hand, and disappears, Castiel is left human-- and angry. Angrier than he’ll admit until, late at night, Dean coaxes it out of him: Castiel is pissed and he wants revenge. He wants it enough to pursue Metatron, reckless and without a plan, across the Atlantic with Dean at his side, knowing how badly he wants Dean and how likely it is that one or both of them will die along the way.

Their search takes them all across the world, from London to Omsk to Tokyo and between. Far from home with no one but each other, Castiel’s grace missing and the Mark still on Dean’s arm, Dean and Castiel find the flimsy barriers between the two of them dissolving. (Canon-divergent from 10.18.)

+ Title: Good One's Gonna Be (37k words) Author: remmyme Summary: 

Castiel Novak receives a rather alarming text message from an unknown number, and what started as a simple misdial quickly turns into the greatest friendship Castiel has ever known. But Dean has many secrets, dangerous truths about the life he lives, and would like to tell Castiel exactly none of them.

A (slightly) AU, (mostly) text fic, S3 fix-it romance (of sorts).

+ Title: Entertaining Strangers (30k words) Author: domesticadventures Summary:

There are angels all over the country. Dean has seen them on street corners, met them in bars, taken them to bed. He never expected to wind up with one sleeping on his couch, but he supposes stranger things have happened.

+ Title: where the weeds take root (30k words) Author: deathbanjo Summary:

“Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”

+ Title: On Drowning (29k words) Author: domesticadventures  Summary:

The absolute last thing Dean would ever admit, after saving Cas' life, is that it was all thanks to the unhealthy amount of time he spent reading about drowning on Wikipedia.

Not that he's not grateful, but what he really needs is an instruction manual for everything that comes after.

+ Title: Love: A Retrospective (41k words) Author: xylodemon Summary:

Pretending Cas is just his friend has been the only thing keeping Dean's head on straight for years. He never realized how much doing that depended on him making himself scarce in the morning ─ not until Cas came back and moved into the bunker.

+ Title: For Lack of a Better Word (26k words)  Author: pantheon_of_discord Summary:

Castiel falls, and falls, and falls. He comes home to Sam and Dean – he tries to learn, to accept, to adjust – but a former angel will always be out of place.

This is humanity, as defined by a fallen angel, and feelings you didn’t know had a name.

+ Title: Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar (8k words) Author: Balder12 Summary:

Dean still has enemies in Heaven. True!form Castiel to the rescue!

[hoboal87]

Hey y'all, you don't know me, but like you, I'm reading @percywinchester27's A lot like 'us'.

This isn't really my place to say, but, some anon has been giving Ana a lot of hate on this story, which pisses me off personally because as you all know it is AMAZING!

Please, let's shower Ana with lots of love and support this week!

@gabavaldman ​  @im-a-lightningg ​  @cosicas-cuquis​  @bllyjianne ​  @hoboal87 ​  @i-is-for-inspiring ​  @daughterleftbehind ​  @wackiekebab ​  @mylovelydame21 ​   @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba ​  @superbadassnatural ​  @babypink224221 ​  @badlittlehabit99 ​  @anathewierdo ​  @sams-bubblegum-bitch ​   @fandomoverdose666 ​  @superstarmarvel ​  @atc74 ​  @aiofheavenandhell ​  @rebel-author-chick ​  @death-unbecomes-you​  @cookiechipdough ​  @kbl1313​  @linki-locks11 ​  @miss-nerd95 ​  @sunflowers-n-rocknroll ​  @stoneyggirl ​  @like-a-bag-of-potatoes ​  @niyahgray ​  @traceyaudette ​  @blueaura​  @awfulmoons ​  @waterlily502  @mrsbatesmotel53  @superblyscrumptiousdonut2             @spn-ficfanatic ​  @threstalsaregood   @shesnotmaria ​

PS: If the anon who's sending hate sees this, BACK THE FUCK OFF! Don't you have something better to do than send hate to someone who's been working their ass off to write this incredibly wonderful, complex series??

[castibella-shipper-of-the-lord]

I finally updated this series after a year!

Chapter 4, Erasing An Angel is now up :D

Summary:

“Just the angel I wanted to see,” Lucifer said, touching down lightly on the grassy turf.

Laylah shivered at the wave of wrongness pouring from him, despite his calm demeanor. Her jaw clenched, and she dearly regretted letting Kalleana wander off to explore, today of all days.

Laylah raised her chin. “Did you need something?”

“I have a question for you, actually.” The archangel clasped his hands, moving closer. “What are your thoughts on the humans?”

I think I’ll start my first WIP continuation project with Wings of Hellfire!

[coplins]

(1/3) Thanks for responding. I totally see the queerbaiting/kill your gays criticism - it's clear from Misha's comments after the fact that he really thought he was doing something supportive and didn't get how it was the opposite. I wasn't upset with ignoring Eileen because that whole plot was so badly written, and I didn't mind blurry wife because that was a story they'd never have time to tell, so leaving it to be your choice of wife/co-parent (Jared's words) worked for me.

(2/3) I don't see Dean's lack of reciprocation as a problem because Jensen and the showrunners have continuously said that is not their intent in writing/acting that character, so anything folks read into it is subtext. Again, Misha thought it would be better rep than it was. It was a bad call. John isn't canonically a child abuser, just a lousy parent. Both Dean and Sam have done so many crappy things as well that honestly, they shouldn't be there by that metric either. 3/4) But I don't think the finale (awkwardly written as it was) cancels out their character development at all. They are different people - back at the starting point, but not the men they were when they started. Dean is emotionally open; he's dropped acting tough and can talk about his emotions. He can be alone and be okay. Sam is no longer afraid of his blood or turning into John; he can be a good dad. I wish we'd seen Jack and Cas, or heard them at least wish them well, even just a prayer. (4/4) But even though that was crappy to leave out, I don't think it negates the show or the characters. 19 added Cas and Jack's names to the table, and I can be happy with that as the final episode. I was prepared to pretend it didn't exist before it even aired. I AM really glad you're anti-harassment. The shit that even folks like Kripke have been getting on their pages has made me so sad. Dabb posted something about baboons and folks even thought it was about them, not his new show! (Also, sorry to dump like a huge text thing in your inbox. It's totally fine that we disagree on things. I've just seen so many crazy things like people blaming Jared and saying the episode was an ad for Walker and to boycott Walker - a ton of Jared hate in general, really. Or saying Jensen "Destiel Isn't Real" Ackles is secretly a heller who's been viciously silenced by the powers that be for years. And now Misha's getting dogpiled for trying to interact and understand how he fucked up.)

It's fine, Nonnie. :)

Okay, so, just to make one thing clear. If you enjoyed the finale, then I think it's great. For everyone who didn't get their joy sucked out of them, that's awesome! I got to see the Wincest side of my Tumblr dash go apeshit from happiness and I'm happy for them. I've since had to unfollow some of those blogs when they turned bitter and hateful towards those of us who didn't like the ending. I curate my Tumblr (internet in general) experience to avoid seeing hate thrown at ships, actors, characters, fans, or people in general. I unfollow people if they post too much toxic stuff no matter if they're Destiel shippers, angel fans, or whatever part of fandom they're in.

I try not to reblog too much angry/bitter crap either. There are a lot of posts on my dash that I wholeheartedly agree with but don't belong on my blog. And I've written my share of wank and rants over the years but seldom hit post because I don't want to ruin someone else's positivity. When I do hit post I tag it "spn wank" so it can be avoided. If I need to angry-rant I do so in chat. Sometimes I mess up. There are undoubtedly some less than nice posts in the Buckleming wank category on my blog.

Generally speaking, my M.O. is disengaging and/or vote with my wallet. I will never condone cyberbullying. No matter how famous the person, or how nasty they are, harassment isn't okay. Actions have consequences and I try to think of what they are before I act. If I vent hurtful opinions about an actor, it'll be kept in chat, with someone who understands that particular frustration. (Not related to the current situation.)

When it comes to canon, it doesn't matter what showrunners or actors tell us about how it's meant to be interpreted or how they meant to act it. Canon is what's shown on screen, period. As curious as I am about what the actors have to say about things, it isn't important regarding canon at all. I'll stan my boys no matter what their characters get up to on-screen. <3

Yeah, I've seen the theories and the dogpiling. Luckily, I've avoided seeing the Jared hate but I knew it would be there because the internet is a cesspool of people lashing out aimlessly or misdirecting their anger. Even IF they wrote the finale in a way that they thought would put a spotlight on Jared's upcoming series, HE was nowhere near a position of power to make that decision and should be left out of it. I just figured, if it was true that that's what they thought, then the Wincest bunch was their target audience for the new show. *shrug*

Interesting to hear your take on the finale. If I follow people who have your take, they're not vocal about it, or I'm simply missing it because I don't stalk Tumblr. All it takes for me to stop scrolling and go back to my writing is 3 unknown anime posts in a row or one reader-insert fic and I'm nope-ing the hell out of here. X)

I'm not going to argue against any of your points. It's great that you saw it that way. Fuck, I wish I did too.

I kinda feel like I need to address the child abuse comment I made, though. Some separate neglect and abuse like those aren't the same, some only count physical abuse, others include verbal abuse. Too many of my loved ones (both close friends and family) have experienced all three of those categories and the one who was left alone to care for her little sister as a child, definitely has a lot of mental scarring from it, so I'm counting neglect as abuse. That said, I fucking love John Winchester. So it might be Jeffrey Dean Morgan's charisma, so sue me. But John canonically neglected the hell out of his sons. We got proof of that even in this season when John drops his son off for days in a town where kids have gone missing recently. So, yeah... But, on the other hand, of course both he and Mary should end up in Heaven. Like, that wasn't even a question.

I think my strong reaction against it was how every part of the found family the Winchesters had gathered over the years was erased from the narrative as soon as Dean died. The only one who is shown as important is Bobby, a found-family member that initially was connected with John, not someone the brothers had found and connected with on their own. Bobby is also the only non-Winchester in the photos Sam has over his bed when he's dying. I don't know, man, "Everyone's here," simply doesn't do it for me.

"Family ends with blood" like the finale implied, only works if the greatest monsters in life haven't been family members, and my best friends (twins) growing up, just like my mother, were abused, mentally, physically, and sexually, by parents. I've seen the aftermath of those hellfires, how long it takes to assemble the fractures of your being and become, if not whole, at least functional and happy. For them, it was the friends they made along the way, those who loved them when they couldn't, who really mattered.

And that was one thing I really loved about SPN (and still do). Team Free Will. Wayward Sisters. All the people that they met along the way and connected with. I've loved to see Sam and Dean develop their bond by taking it from unhealthy, destructive co-dependency to step by step with several setbacks become their own individuals with lives outside of each other, yet still having the strong bond full of brotherly feels where the love they had for each other was rooted in respect for each other's differences and not who they "were supposed to be for each other". And unlike you, I can't see anything but regression in how the finale played out.

Okay, I gotta stop talking now. ^^ I have one scene my betas told me I need to rewrite in my next chapter, and another chapter half done, and I'm itching to post so I need to get on with it.

I hope I didn't put too much of a dampener on your enjoyment of the finale. My opinions don't matter. We all come from different life experiences and therefore find different things compelling and important. I don't begrudge anyone their happiness. <3

*Hugs*

[selene-writes]

Hellfire series rewrite- Wendigo part 2

Hi guys! I'm really excited about this series. Please let me know what you think. Also, the next and final part of this episode/chapter will either come today or tomorrow.

Warnings for this chapter include violence and swearing? Thats it, I think.

(W.C: 3, 219)

This is an 18+ fic

The next day, as you shut the car door, you scanned the surroundings to find Hailey, her brother, and another older man in tow. "Great," you sighed inwardly. Another person to protect that was just what the three of you needed. Sam and Dean emerged from the car alongside you. You were dressed in khaki cargo shorts, a black tank top, and a jacket, carrying a duffel bag slung over your shoulder. Catching Sam and Dean's eyes, you offered a small smile.

Dean's question broke the silence. "You guys got room for three more?" he asked, raising his hand.

Hailey glanced between the three of you. "You guys want to come with us?" she asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice. You moved closer to Sam, so you stood in between the brothers.

"Who are they?" the man behind Hailey interjected, his tone suspicious.

"Apparently, this is the best park services could muster up," Hailey retorted, shooting a glance back at the man before turning to face you again.

"You all are rangers?" the man pressed, eyeing the three of you..

"That's right," you replied, stepping past Hailey.

Hailey's gaze shifted to Dean. "And you're hiking out here in biker boots and jeans?" she asked incredulously.

Dean chuckled. "Well, I don’t do shorts," he replied, glancing down at his attire.

You couldn't help but snort softly at Dean's response, earning a laugh from Sam, who had moved up beside you. Dean shot you both a glare before joining Sam's side.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" the guide, Roy, interjected, his tone condescending. "There's dangerous backcountry out there."

"You think we don't  know that?" you shot back, meeting his gaze defiantly. Roy seemed like a seasoned outdoorsman, but his attitude was already pissing you off. Stepping forward, you moved past him with purpose, Sam falling in step behind you.

"We understand the risks, Roy. We just want to help find her brother," Dean  said firmly, his voice steady as he stared down the guide, before moving forward with you and Sam.

Several hours into the hike, the scenery had shifted from welcoming woods to darker, denser forest as sunlight struggled to penetrate the thick tree lines.

"So, Roy, you mentioned you do a bit of hunting?" Dean's voice broke the silence, the group now arranged with Roy leading, followed by Dean, you behind him, and the rest trailing behind.

"Yeah, more than a bit," Roy replied gruffly, his eyes scanning their surroundings.

"What kind of furry critters do you hunt?" Dean continued, unimpressed.

"Mostly deer, sometimes bear," Roy answered tersely, his attention still fixed ahead.

"And do Bambi and Yogi ever hunt you back?" you quipped from behind Dean, causing Roy to turn around, puzzled. Dean chuckled, glancing back at you with a smirk as you swatted at a mosquito on your arm.

Roy's demeanor shifted suddenly as he grabbed Dean's collar, surprising everyone. Dean stared at him, caught off guard, as you and the rest of the group halted, watching in anticipation.

"What are you doing, Roy?" Dean demanded, his voice steady despite the tension.

Roy released Dean and bent down to pick up a stick, prodding ahead of him cautiously. As you looked on, the stick triggered a bear trap, snapping shut with a loud crack.

"You should watch your step… ranger," Roy remarked, emphasizing the last word and smirking as Dean nodded begrudgingly, slightly annoyed.

Turning to Sam, you exchanged a glance before continuing forward, Dean falling back into step beside you.

"It's a bear trap," Dean muttered under his breath, pushing ahead. Glancing back at Hailey and her brother, you noticed their concerned expressions.

"You guys didn’t pack any provisions," Hailey confronted Dean, grabbing his arm to force his attention.

"You're not rangers, so who the hell are you?" she angrily demanded.

Dean nodded subtly at you and Sam, signaling for you to keep moving forward. With a nod in response, you took the lead, keeping a close eye on Hailey's brother and Roy, Sam following closely behind.

As the hike continued, Sam's voice broke the silence unexpectedly. "I never got to thank you, Jane," he began quietly, catching you off guard. Turning to face him, you could sense the seriousness in his face.

"For what, Sammy?" you replied gently.

"For coming with us, for helping find Dad, and for keeping an eye on Dean all this time," he confessed, his gaze dropping momentarily.

You paused, feeling a rush of warmth and gratitude towards Sam. Placing a reassuring hand on his arm, you spoke softly. "You don’t need to thank me, Sam. You're family," you assured him, meeting his eyes and offering a comforting smile.

Sam nodded, visibly relieved, before resuming walking. Watching him go, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

The next hour and a half of hiking felt increasingly tense. The woods grew denser, and unsettlingly quiet.. "Here we are, Blackwater Ridge," Roy's voice broke the silence ahead of you. Sam was just behind him, and you followed, eventually reaching a clearing where everyone gathered.

"What coordinates are we at?" Sam asked, stepping ahead of Roy.

"35 and minus 111," Roy answered, consulting his satellite GPS before pocketing it. As you joined the group, the eerie silence of the woods unsettled you; no birds chirped, no insects buzzed– nothing.

"You hear that?" you asked, breaking the silence with a whisper as you looked up at the two brothers.

"Yeah," Sam replied, his gaze scanning the darkening forest. "Not even crickets."

"I'm gonna go take a look around," Roy announced from behind, drawing your attention.

"You shouldn’t go off by yourself," you said, eyeing Roy warily.

Roy chuckled dismissively. "That's sweet," he retorted, striding past Dean and Sam. His attitude angered you, but before you could say anything, Dean was talking.

"Alright, everybody stay together," Dean ordered, gesturing for Hailey and her brother to keep close. He led the way forward, and you followed.

Fifteen minutes later, Roy's voice echoed through the woods. "Hailey! Over here!" Hailey bolted towards the sound, and you followed closely behind her..

 You arrived at a campsite—or what remained of it— and your heart sank. Tents were torn, shredded, and smeared with blood. "Oh my god," Hailey gasped beside you, her horror mirroring your own.

"Looks like a grizzly," Roy commented grimly from the other side of the wreckage. You cautiously approached for a closer look, scanning the area. There were no bodies, but based on the amount of blood, someone was seriously injured or dead.

"Tommy?" Hailey called out desperately, dropping her backpack to the ground. You looked back at Dean and Sam, who were talking quietly, you could see the concern etched on their faces.

"Tommy!" Hailey yelled, her voice cracking as she moved forward.

"Shh, shh!" Sam urged, hurrying after her and setting his own bag down.

"Why?" Hailey demanded, stopping abruptly and turning towards Sam.

"Something might still be out there," Sam explained gently, scanning the the woods.

"Sam, Jane," Dean's voice cut through the tension. You and Sam walked over to where Dean knelt beside a disturbed area of the campsite.

"The bodies were dragged from the campsite," Dean observed grimly, looking up at you both. He pointed at the ground, where the tracks abruptly vanished. "But here, the marks just vanish. It's weird."

You stood up with Dean and Sam, peering at the tracks in the dirt. "I’ll tell you what, it’s no Skinwalker or black dog," Dean muttered, his brow furrowing. He turned and walked back towards the others, and you exchanged a worried glance with Sam before following.

In the clearing, Hailey knelt, clutching something in her hands while Dean crouched beside her. "Hey, he could still be alive," Dean offered gently, trying to comfort her. But his words didn't sit well with you.

"What the fuck?" you mouthed silently at Dean, shaking your head. This wasn't the reassurance Hailey needed right now, and you could see the frustration in her eyes as she stared back at Dean, at a loss for words.

"HELP!" a distant voice suddenly pierced the air.. Hailey and Dean sprang to their feet, scanning the woods. You and Sam exchanged a look before sprinting towards the source of the sound, Roy close behind.

"HELP!" the voice called out again, in pain. Pushing through the underbrush, you ran faster, your heart pounding. Branches snapped underfoot, and leaves slapped your face as you darted deeper into the forest. But abruptly, the cries stopped, leaving you and Sam standing there, breathless and disoriented.

"It sounded like it was coming from around here, didn’t it?" Hailey's voice sounded from behind, and you turned to see her and the others catching up. Roy raised his gun, a sense of dread settling over the group.

"Everybody back to camp," Sam ordered, his voice grave as he glanced around at everyone's faces. You all hurried back, but upon arrival, the campsite was stripped bare.

"Our packs!" Hailey exclaimed, panic creeping into her voice as she scanned the scene.

"So much for my GPS and satellite phone," Roy muttered, crouching down and inspecting the ground.

"What the hell's going on?" Hailey demanded, her eyes darting between Sam, Dean, and you.

"It's smart," you murmured solemnly, staring at the empty ground where your gear had been.

"It wants to cut us off so we can’t call for help," Sam added, his expression grim as he looked at Hailey.

"You mean some nut job out there just stole all our gear?" Roy asked, looking incredulous.

"I need to speak with you all, in private," Sam said quietly, taking hold of Dean's and your arms. He led you deeper into the woods, away from the others, until you were sure they couldn’t hear.

Stopping in a secluded spot, you took a deep breath. "I think I know what it is," you began, looking at Sam and Dean.

"What?" Dean asked, intrigued.

"Give me your dad's journal for a second," you requested, and Dean handed it over. Flipping through the pages, you found what you were looking for.

"Here," you said, pointing to the page. Both Sam and Dean leaned in to read.

"Oh, come on," Dean groaned, looking up from the page. "Wendigos are supposed to be in the Minnesota woods or northern Michigan. I’ve never heard of one this far west."

"Think about it, Dean. The claws, the way it can mimic a human voice," Sam said, nodding in agreement with you. You exchanged a knowing glance with Sam.

"Great," Dean muttered, shaking his head. "Well, then this is useless." He held up his gun. "We gotta get these people out of here."

Handing the journal back to Dean, you nodded in agreement with Sam. You looked at Dean for a moment longer before turning to follow Sam.

"Alright, listen up. Time to go," Sam announced as you both emerged from the woods, Dean following closely. "Things have gotten more complicated," 

"What?" Hailey asked, her voice tinged with anxiety and anger as she looked between the three of you.

Dean stepped forward, standing to your right. "I think whatever's out there, I can handle it," Roy interjected confidently, causing you to clench your fists in frustration.

"If you shoot this thing, you’re just gonna make it mad," Sam retorted, his patience wearing thin.

"We have to leave, now," you insisted firmly, locking eyes with Roy.

"One, you’re talking nonsense; two, you’re in no position to give anybody orders," Roy shot back, his skepticism evident.

"We never should have let you come out here in the first place," Dean chimed in. You looked at him incredulously..

"We’re trying to protect you," Sam added, his voice filled with urgency as he stepped forward, with you at his side.

"You protect me? I was hunting in these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight," Roy scoffed, and you felt your anger flare and your fists clench. You looked over to Dean and saw that he had flinched.

"It's a damn near perfect hunter," Sam argued, his voice firm. "It's smarter than you."

"It's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid, egotistical ass outta here," Sam snapped, frustration boiling over. 

"Stop it, everybody just stop," Hailey interjected, stepping between Roy, you and the brothers.

"Look, Tommy might still be alive, and I’m not leaving here without him," Hailey declared, determined as she looked squarely at Sam, Dean, and you.

"It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter during the day, but it's an even better hunter at night," Dean explained, turning to address Hailey, her brother, and Roy. "We’ll never beat it, not in the dark."

"How?" Hailey asked, desperation creeping into her voice.

"We gotta torch the son of a bitch," Dean replied grimly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As night came, you found yourselves huddled around a flickering fire, the makeshift symbols drawn around you for protection. Dean had just finished drawing the last of them in the dirt when Hailey spoke up nervously.

"One more time, that's?" she asked, looking over at Dean.

"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The Wendigo can’t cross them," Dean explained calmly, his focus on completing the task at hand.

Roy's laughter interrupted, and you shot him a glare. "Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy," you snapped, annoyed at his attitude. Roy's expression sobered as he looked back at you, anger across his face.

Dean stood up after finishing the symbols and walked over to join you and Sam sitting on a log a short distance away from the fire. He sat down heavily beside Sam, leaning in slightly.

"You wanna tell me what's been going on in that freaky little head of yours?" Dean asked Sam, his concern evident. You listened intently.

"Guys..." Sam began, clearly struggling to voice his thoughts.

"No, you're not fine," you interjected firmly, your eyes fixed on Sam. You worried about him. He wasn't sleeping or eating, and he was darker. 

"You're like a powder keg, man. It's not like you," Dean added, trying to lighten the mood. "Jane and I are supposed to be the belligerent ones, remember?" he teased, giving you a slight smile as he glanced over at you. You returned the smile briefly before turning your attention back to Sam.

"Dad's not here," Sam stated flatly. "I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left some sort of message, a sign," Sam reasoned, looking between Dean and you for confirmation.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Dean agreed, his gaze drifting into the distance. You nodded silently. "To tell you the truth, I don’t think Dad’s ever been to Lost Creek," Dean admitted, catching both Sam's and your attention.

"Then let's get these people back to town and hit the road," Sam suggested, frustration evident in his voice. "Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still here?"

"Because he sent us here," Dean replied firmly, kneeling in front of you all. He reached into his jacket, pulling out John's journal. "This is Dad's single most valuable possession," Dean explained, looking between Sam and you. "Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here, and he's left it to us."

You nodded in agreement with Dean. "I think he wants us to pick up where he's left off. Saving people, hunting things. The family business," he added, voice steady.

"But that doesn’t make any sense. Why doesn’t he just call us?" Sam questioned, frustrated. "Why doesn’t he just tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?"

"We don't know," you admitted honestly. 

"The way I see it, Dad's given us a job to do, and I intend to do it," Dean declared firmly, his eyes locked on Sam.

"Guys, I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer," Sam said, his voice cracking with emotion. You felt your heart hurt for him, knowing how much he was hurting.

"Sam, we will find them, okay? I promise you," you said softly, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"Sam, you gotta prepare yourself," Dean added, placing a supportive hand on Sam's shoulder. "This search could take a while, and all that anger, you can’t keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience."

"How do you two do it? How does Dad do it?" Sam asked, his voice tinged with desperation as he looked between Dean and you.

"Them," you replied, gesturing towards Hailey, her brother, and Roy around the fire. "We're all fucked up in our own ways. Maybe by helping others, it makes things a little more bearable."

Dean nodded in agreement with you before turning his attention back to Sam. "I'll tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can," Dean quipped, a hint of a smile crossing his face. You chuckled softly to yourself, seeing a slight grin tugging at Sam's lips too. But before you could say anything further, a chilling scream cut through the night.

"HELP!" a man's voice echoed from the darkness. You sprang to your feet, as did Sam and Dean. Quickly, you joined the others around the fire as everyone instinctively reached for weapons and flashlights.

Sam pointed his flashlight into the woods, where the cry had come from. "HELP!" the voice called again, this time from behind you.

"It's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool. Stay put," Dean instructed, his eyes scanning the surroundings, ensuring everyone stayed within the protection of symbols.

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy scoffed arrogantly, clutching his gun as he stood beside you. You glanced at him briefly, hoping he wouldn't do anything reckless.

"HELP!" the voice sounded once more, now to your right. But this time, it was accompanied by a low, guttural growl that sent shivers down your spine. Everyone turned towards the direction of the growl, Hailey gasping in fear.

"Okay, that's no grizzly," Roy muttered, raising his gun and aiming it towards where the growl had come from.

"It's okay, we'll be alright. I promise," you heard Hailey's voice behind you, trying to steady her brother. You scanned the woods, trying to spot any movement.

A snap of a twig to your left caught your attention, and something moved in the shadows. Hailey screamed, and more growls echoed around you. Roy moved towards the noise, Dean following closely behind him. The brush rustled as something darted to the right, and Roy fired his gun into the woods. Another noise erupted from behind the group, and everyone spun around, startled. Roy fired again, and this time, you heard a screech of pain.

"I hit it!" Roy exclaimed triumphantly, adrenaline coursing through him as he charged deeper into the forest.

"Roy, no!" Dean shouted, sprinting after him without hesitation. You glanced back at Hailey and her brother, yelling for them to stay put before running after the two men.

"Roy!" you called out, hoping to locate him in the darkness.

"It's over here—ugh!" you heard Roy's voice, followed by the sickening sound of something snapping. Your heart pounded in your chest as you ran towards the sound, finding Dean ahead of you.

"Roy!?" you yelled desperately into the night, but there was no answer, only silence.

next part

[cactusspatz]

In honor of AO3 reaching 5 million fanworks! And since this bitch can't resist any excuse to rec things, I did a blackout. :D

A fanworks challenge: Small Fandom Bang, doing good work enabling long stories in small fandoms for the last eight years

A podfic under 30 minutes: the most Melbourne bakery AU ever to exist, possibly by lunchee (Captive Prince) Read from a cute Tumblr ficlet by @fahye, I adore the palpable delight in the podficcer's voice.

A comment you left on a fanwork: comment on The Hellfire Club by @amarguerite (Good Omens) A fan art based on another fanwork: Artic Light by deli for Under the Midnight Sun (SPN) Gorgeous series of faux-scientific watercolors for this Supernatural AU where Dean works at an Alaskan tundra research station.

A fanfic over 50,000 words long: The Bingo Book by flailinginlove (Naruto), in which Iruka is mistakenly thought to be in a relationship with Kakashi, putting him in a great deal of danger and, eventually, actually in love with Kakashi.

A meta work: The Morning After by ambyr (Pinboard/Fandom anthropormofic) As someone who still uses Pinboard heavily and will be salty about Delicious's poor choices until I die, this always cracks me up.

A fanwork with one of your fav tropes: New Mutiny by Lenore (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries), in which Jack gets amnesia and then tries to get away with not telling anyone.

A creator with only one posted fanwork: Dolly_Bassett aka @dolly-bassett11 *waves*

A fanwork from a small fandom: Freeze Tag by Missy (The Breakfast Club), in which the Club passes notes during school.

A canon-divergent fanwork: The Winter Emperor by Island_of_Reil (The Goblin Emperor), in which the coup succeeds and Maia is sent to a monastery -- until Csevet rescues him.

A photo manip: Had to go looking for one of these. Thank you, AO3 tag filters! Voltage by tabbystardust (MCU, warning for blood and bondage)

A character study fanwork: Dawn by bigsunglasses (The Goblin Emperor), a great exploration of Vedero.

FREE! Your favorite fanwork: I don't understand why this is the free square, this one is SUPER HARD! After a great deal of dithering, I gave up choosing a true favorite as impossible and chose Aral Vorkosigan's Dog by @philomytha because I re-read it recently and it's still spectacular and might as well be canon.

A crossover fanwork: Mission: Dinosaur Adventures by pollyrepeat (The Losers/Jurassic Park) because who doesn't want to read about the Losers vs an island full of dinosaurs?

A fanwork with a colour in the title: Red vs. Blue by @laylainalaska (White Collar), in which Neal Caffery plays paintball according to his own preferences. *snickers*

A podfic over 1 hour: tipsy_kitty's excellent reading of Winter's Children by @this-is-neery​ (MCU), a fic featuring a traumatized Bucky protecting a bunch of equally tramatized-by-HYDRA children cloned from Steve.

A fanwork in progress: Washed Up On Your Shores by @primarybufferpanel (Game of Thrones, Jaime/Brienne fix-it)

A fanwork for when you're sad: Just A Face On A Train by katherynefromphilly Based on the Spider-Man 2 scene where Peter is unmasked in front of a train car of people, one of the survivors recognizes Peter at her job and decides to help him out. Guaranteed to restore your faith in humanity, at least temporarily.

A favorite additional tag: I'm always amused by Spirit Quest For Your Rubbish Ex

A fan art comic: Afternoon Stroll (Hawkeye comics), in which Clint gets in trouble while literally out for a walk and Kate saves his ass, as usual.

A fanwork for when you're happy: I puzzled over this one for a while because I like a lot of things when I'm happy, but I went with A Year in Toussaint by @astolat (The Witcher), because the setup of "lethally bored semi-retirees go adventuring and fall in love" always fills me with glee, and it's plotty like I usually want when I'm energized.

A fanvid: Space Girl by charmax (multifandom women in scifi) is eternally a delight.

A 100-word drabble: I'll Never Let Go of Your Hand by Corvidology (Person of Interest), a very succinct snapshot of Finch wreaking havoc to rescue John.

A fanmix: fanmix for In Our Line of Work (Inception) - mix by wandrinparakeet (who wins all the bonus points for their pseud), fic by enjambament. A lovely mix for a great story.

A "classic" fanwork: Phoenix Burning by Yahtzee (Buffy), in which Buffy is resurrected 350 years in the future after her fall.

[taste-of-dean]

Hellfire - Part 1

Summary: Dean and Y/N meet in hell, befriending each other, trying to hold onto their humanity. What happens when Dean gets saved and Y/N doesn’t?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2158

Warnings: Angst, torture, violence, ya know, things that happen in Hell

A/N: This series would not have happened if it weren’t for @impala-dreamer. She beta’d this whole thing, listened to me whine about it, and made this kick ass aesthetic for it! 

MASTERLIST

The smell of rotting flesh overwhelmed your senses. You were tied down to the smooth metal table, most of your skin exposed to the air. The room you were in was the same one you were always in. Nothing changed about this room except the ways you were tortured. The walls were made of dark stone with torches on either side of the heavy metal door, casting a dim light into the room. On the wall to your left, there hung all of the tools Alastair used to torture you.

The pain was excruciating, every nerve ending in your body was on fire. Your eyes burned from the tears as they continued to stream down your face. Your body was damp with perspiration and tears. You were fully awake at this point, the man’s screams next to you were too much to bear so you called out, “Alright Alastair, I’m awake you asshole.”

The large metal door pushed open with a creak; Alastair appearing from the shadows, “Have you had enough Y/N?”

“Bite me,” you gritted through your teeth.

Alastair treaded over to you, his heavy boots making a thud with every step, “Don't tempt me, I will bring the hellhounds back in here.”

You closed your mouth and clenched your jaw, remembering the agonizing pain from a few days ago when three hell hounds tore at your body. That wasn’t even the worst part of the torture, the worst part was hearing the others scream.

“That’s better. Are you ready to comply?”

You gave no response and stared past Alastair, he should know your answer by now.

He walked up to you and grabbed your jaw. He leaned in, stopping mere centimeters away from you face, “Come on Princess, I thought we were finally getting somewhere.”

Without even thinking you reared your head back and slammed it forward onto the bridge of his nose. Alastair lost his balance and stumbled back. “Fine, you want to play dirty? I’ll fix you up and we will start again fresh tomorrow. But first, you’re not going back up on the rack, you have a cellmate for tonight.”

Before you could blink all your wounds were healed and you wrists were chained to the wall. The chains were heavy and weighed your arms down, they only let you get two feet away from the wall. Alastair left the room and returned with a man, he was muscular and tall. You could tell he was exhausted by the hunch in his shoulders. Alastair threw him against the wall across from yours and shackled him to it.

Alastair stood in between you and the strange man. “Now make nice you two, I don't want to have to come in here and break up a fight.” He turned around and walked out of the room, the heavy metal door slammed shut causing you to flinch.

The room was empty except you and the man. No one said a word, or made a move. Neither of you slept that night, too busy staring each other down in silence. Was this a game? Is he a demon that Alastair put here to get information from you? The room was dead silent. You just stared at each other, wondering who was going to break the silence first. You sure weren’t going to be the one to do it, who knows what this guy did wrong to end up in hell.

This went on for weeks. You heard each other scream during the day and stared at each other in silence during the night. However, somewhere in that time the silence changed. It went from challenging to a sort of uncomfortable silence, then to a familiar silence where you both could sleep and regain your energy for the next day.

You grew to know a lot about this man in the silence, his body language spoke for him. You knew the way he breathed and the way he sighed. You knew the way his eyes flickered around the room waiting for his body to fully recuperate. You knew the way he stared at you with sorrow filled eyes when Alastair threw you back in the room without healing you. You saw his fist clench when you were writhing in pain, unable to sleep that night.

The man stayed awake with you the entire night, finally breaking the silence, “Don’t ever let them break you Sweetheart.”

Hearing his voice somehow eased the harsh pain and you were finally able to stop shaking. You looked up from the position you were laying in to see him give you weak smile. Those seven words were all it took to break the invisible wall between you. He saw the comfort that his voice gave you, so he talked to you the rest of the night.

He told you his name was Dean. He told you about his brother and his dad; he told you about his car. When he talked about his brother, he spoke with pride. He was smart enough to get into Stanford and become a lawyer, but also strong and brave enough to be a hunter. When he spoke of his car, it sounded like he was talking about home. He described every inch of her to you, every part he’s ever had to replace. He told you that he’s been all over the country. He told you about every monster he’s ever hunted; he told you about the deal he made to save his brother's life. At some point during the wee hours of them morning, you were able to fall asleep to the sound of Dean’s voice.

That’s how it went for a week, Dean would talk to you until you could get the pain under control and sleep. Alastair would take him away during the day and heal him when he was done, while you sat in the cell chained to the wall, your wounds left unhealed.

One day, Dean was given the same treatment, thrown into the room with his wounds untreated. Now it was your turn to try and comfort him. You told him your name and where you came from. You told him about the Men of Letters and that your grandparents worked closely with them before they were wiped out. They taught your Dad all he knew and he, in turn, taught you. It was knowledge passed down through the generations, a tradition.

After your father's death, a few members of the Men of Letters British Chapter, attended his wake. Two of them stayed behind to teach you even more about the supernatural world. With their knowledge of sigils and lore, there wasn’t a monster or demon in the world you couldn’t take down. Demons, however, were your specialty. You wouldn’t stop until every demon who walked the earth was dead. And that’s how you ended up in hell. You were known by every demon; their job was to capture you alive. You out ran them for a few years but one day they caught up to you.

You’d been in hell for almost twenty years now, and Dean nearly thirty. After sharing the same cell for two years, talking was easy and the silence was comfortable. No one bothered to chain you up anymore, there was no way either of you could get out.

You were sitting against the far wall, waiting for Dean to get back. One of Alastair’s minions shoved Dean back into the room and he walked over to you and slid down the wall, taking a seat next to you. “How are you holding up today?” Dean asked.

You avoided Dean’s eye contact and stared at the ground, “I’m ok.”

He could tell you weren’t being fully honest, “You can tell me Y/N, you don’t ever have to hold back.”

You let out a heavy sigh and rested your head on his shoulder, “It was just a rough day. It wasn’t the worst it’s ever been but it was miserable.”

“Don’t worry, one day I’ll figure out a way to get us out. I’ll never leave you behind.” Dean put his arm around you and laid you down so your head was resting on his leg, “Why don’t you just go to sleep Sweetheart?”

With Dean combing his fingers through your hair, you were asleep instantly, listening to him tell you another story about his childhood.

The next morning when you woke up, Dean wasn’t there. Every morning for the past two years, you were always taken first; something was wrong. Hours passed and nothing happened, no one came. You started screaming for Dean, unsure if he was able to hear you. Soon you started screaming for anyone. You had never once been left alone all day. Your voice became hoarse as you screamed your throat raw, but still, no one ever came. That night you sat in the corner hugging your knees; the silence being your only friend. Sleep was fleeting that night as you waited to see what would happen.

A year passed and still, no one came. You screamed everyday until you couldn’t scream anymore. You were beginning to wonder if anyone would ever come. Was Dean real? Did you make him up in your head?

The heavy metal door swung open and Alastair appeared from the shadows. “Princess, you starting to wonder if I forgot about you?”

You forgot how awful Alastair’s voice sounded, it was like nails on a chalkboard. “One can only hope.”

Alastair grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up from the ground, “Well my dear, I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh goodie, can’t wait.”

Dragging you by the arm, you were led down a few different corridors to a new area you’d never been in. “We’ve got a new guy on the block doing the torturing and you’re going to be his first victim.”

You were thrown onto the table and strapped down by your wrists and ankles. You refused to give Alastair the pleasure of your fear so you swallow that down as best you could.

The ‘new guy’ entered into the room and Alastair walked over to him and told him to do whatever it took to get the information on The Men of Letters. He turned back to you smiling, “Enjoy Princess,” and he walked out of the room.

You lifted your head up to see the man was still in the shadows when you realized there was something familiar about him. The man sighed and you new exactly who it was, Dean. You threw your head back on the table, eyes darting around the room unsure of what to think about this.

He stood there, not moving. “Are you just gonna stand there Dean? Let’s get this over with.”

He walked into the light and you noticed something different about his face. “Y/N, just tell me about The Men of Letters so I don’t have to do this.”

“Nope, don’t even try. I’ll never tell you or anyone, anything about them.”

“Y/N please,” he begged, “I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

“No! You don’t get to blame this on me! This was your choice, not mine. So just do what you have to do and let’s get this over with.”

Dean went light on you that day; it was pain you could handle. Dean knew what you could take and what made you scream. He used that knowledge to avoid your weakest spots. Though, after a few years he used that knowledge against you. He went for your weak spots every time, not caring how much you screamed out in pain. There was only silence between you again.

You tried to remember the good Dean, the Dean that would smile at you, making his eyes light up. The Dean that would talk to you and tell you stories of his childhood. The Dean that would comb his fingers through your hair until you found sleep. But that wasn’t this Dean anymore, that Dean was gone.

Ten years. Dean had tortured you everyday for ten years. Today was just a normal day in hell, you were strapped to the table waiting for Dean to come in and start the day's work. But Dean never showed, in fact, no one ever showed.

The next day Alastair came barging into the room, “What did you do?!”

You just stared back in confusion.

“Huh, what did you do?” He walked up and grabbed your face, “What did you do, Dean is gone.”

Hearing that was the straw that broke the camel's back. You ripped your arms out of the restraints and pushed Alastair across the room. You pulled your legs free and stood from the table. You turned to Alastair, ready to kill him, when a wave of relief washed over you. Alastair walked over to you smirking when he realized your eyes were black as night.

Part 2

Forever Tags: @impala-dreamer @babypieandwhiskey @idreamofhazel @megansescape @pearlparty @atc74 @frenchybell @lucy-xoxoo @sing-me-hey-jude @kikiamr @frickin-bats @teepartyy @rosep16 @darkperfectionuniverse @wiinchesters-blog @youre-alive-and-thats-your-job @toxicobscenity @itsallintheeyeofthebeholder @tom-is-in-my-tardis @gemini75eeyore @youtubehelpsmesurvive @clemsonstatemom @you-know-whodoesthat-crazypeople @assbutt-fan @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @buckysmetallicstump @a_mexican_waffle @padackles2010 @jensen-gal @highonpastries

Dean: @torn-and-frayed @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @groovinontheinside @borin-oakenshit @channy4eva @bowties-scarves-and-impala @eve05glee @xxtaylorsingerxx

Pond/Other Tags: @littlegreenplasticsoldier @deandoesthingstome @bringmesomepie56 @sis-tafics @d-s-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @supernatural-jackles @chaos-and-the-calm67 @jpadjackles @jensen-jarpad @67chevy-imagine @deanssweatheart @blacktithe7 @iwantthedean

[deanssweetheart23]

Happy New Year; my best wishes (and an explanation)

My dear friends and wonderful followers,

How are you all? I’ve missed you so, so much. I know I disappeared. Again. Without a warning this time. And for far too long. And I really am very sorry for going incommunicado out of the blue, and making people worry and not reading your beautiful words or posting any new stories, but, please let me tell you.

These past few months have been freaking wild.

Disclaimer: The story under the cut is long. Feel free to ignore it, but, please, let me tell you I am not leaving Tumblr and will write everything I have promised in time. 

Now...

I’m a senior at college this year, so as you can understand, my college life is just one big project after the other. In the past two months, I had to submit four different papers, attend two different workshops as well as a bunch of make-up classes at widely inconvenient hours and I already have two more literary essays to work on along with a literary presentation on Jean Rhys. And because, obviously, I don’t know when or how to stop I am also currently attending eight different online classes because they seemed cool and I really wanted to add them to my CV *rolls eyes at herself*

I also doubled my hours at the gym. I followed a specific medical treatment that made me gain weight last year, and I’m trying to get my butt back into shape now that I’m meds free. And I love it. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a bumpy journey filled with burpees and hours spent on the treadmill (I literally run for an hour nonstop,even my CrossFit instructor is impressed, lol), and painful training sessions at CrossFit and Aerobics class, but it has paid off. I’m definitely getting back to my old self and I’ve made so many good friends over these past few months. It’s a win, isn’t it?

Next on the list: Driving lessons. I’ve been putting this off for a long time (I used to be terrified of getting behind a wheel, to be honest) and I started this September. Granted, my classes are done, but there’s been a strike for the past four months, so I can’t seat the practical exams to get my driving license. Talk about bad timing. *sigh* I think I have mostly forgotten everything I learnt. Anyway, I’m hoping the exams will open sometime in January and I will be able to schedule an examination sometime in April (because there are currently 50000 more people waiting for the exams to restart just like me). Keep your fingers crossed for me, wil you?

A lowkey crush (*spoiler alert* it didn’t end well but I honestly don’t even mind) and the never-ending preparations of traveling to the US because --guess what-- I am visiting my sunflower @trexrambling this April took a bunch of my time and energy (no regrets though, I get to hug Jess again *runs around in circles*)

And most importantly. I had to figure out what I’d do with my future. Like I said, I’m finishing off college this year, so I needed to think, long and hard, what direction I wanted to take with my master’s program and whether I’d travel abroad to study starting September 2019 or in 2020. After many anxiously sleepless nights and hours spent researching different academic programs, I think I have a concrete plan of what I will be doing next and I really, really love it. Wish me luck?  

Still, as busy as these past few months have been, I am happier than I have been in a while.

I feel so active, so present in everything that is happening in my life and it’s just heartbreakingly beautiful. I know many of you know I went through a rough patch this autumn (I still can’t thank everyone who reached out enough), but I think I went through what I went through for a good reason. I’m doing good now, I’m going out a lot (I’m feeling such wanderlust, it’s ridiculous) and I smile and laugh even more than I used to. I’m more than okay with that.

However, I do miss writing. A lot.

So, no. I am not going away or giving up Tumblr or anything. I know lots of things have changed since the last time I posted here (Tumblr’s guidelines being one of them), but my intend to share my words with you is the same. 

As promised, I will finish my series rewrite, Against All Odds (it’s actually written, I just have to make some small adjustions) and write the epilogue to Somewhere Only We Know. 

I will write the AU about Italy that’s been in my mind forever. The college AU fake-dating fic based on Take My Hand will also happen as well, but I will have to adjust my outline since it can’t be a Christmas story anymore for *coughs* obvious reasons. Since these two stories will be long, these are my writing plans for now, but I have some more ideas I’m hoping I’ll be able to put into actual words eventually.

And, of course, I want to get back to reading your stories and interacting with all of you. All I’m asking you is to, please, be patient with me. It’s going to take me a while to balance everything, and I still might fall a little behind here, but I will be around. I can’t give up on you, guys.

Anyway. This is what I had to say. To the ones who read all of this, thank you. You have shown me so much love and appreciation and have given me so much joy over these past couple of years I could never, ever thank you enough. 

Here’s to a brilliant,. healthy and wholesome 2019, filled with endless moments of pure joy, infinite happiness and unconditional love.

Tags:  @jpadjackles @supernatural-jackles @trexrambling @percywinchester27 @torn-and-frayed @atwistoffate @there-must-be-a-lock @masksandtruths @princess-shurii @lipstickandwhiskey @sunlightdances @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @ravengirl94 @hannahindie @escabell @kathaswings @dreamingdean @becs-bunker @wordstothewisereaders @imagining-supernatural @sgarrett49 @iwriteaboutdean @mogaruke @spngeronimo @ruprecht0420 @captainemwinchester @pickupthatamulet @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @wellthatsrandomkek @winchestersnco @jayankles @winchesters-flannels @akshi8278 @persephone-divine @tiny-friggin-human @keepcalmandcarryondean @becominglionhearted @polina-93 @mandilion76 @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @ravenangel33 @holahellohialoha @atc74 @dancingalone21 @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba @juanitadiann @yourvoiceislikearose @sinistersaltqueen @carryonmyswansong-archive @emoryhemsworth @superapplepie @princess-of-erebor1992 @bebravekeeponfighting @carryonmywaywardcaptain @sebastianshoe @kleinkariertebetrachter @stellaa33 @samisimportant-blog @jessilliam-caronday @shutupiminlooove @annoyingpeople-postingthings @waywardlodging @caitthejourno @no-shit-sherl0ck @wh1sp3r1ng-impala @superflurry @mrswhozeewhatsis @starry-chaos @rlawson418 @novaddictx  @caeruli @itssmallerontheoutside-13 @may-darling @jerkbitchidjitassbutt  @adoptdontshoppets @jessikared97

[impala-dreamer]

Challenge Time!

I get asked often, “How do you come up with a title?” 

The answer: I HAVE NO IDEA. 

So, let’s have a little challenge, shall we? 

Below, are 60 amazing Titles thought up by yours truly. Some are songs you might recognize, or quotes, some are just me being wordy. Your challenge: Pick a Title from the list and write a fic to go along with it!

Rules and Titles are below the cut, let’s make some magic!

THE RULES:

Be following me. I’m fairly entertaining, so I don’t think you’ll regret it. And, it’s just nice. 

Pick a title and send me an ASK with your choice AND a backup. There is a one fic per title max, but you may do more than one title should the mood strike you. (once it is picked, I will cross it off the list, so check before you ask)

Fics are to be SPN reader insert (no ships please unless it’s Sam x Beka or Dean x Beka. obvs.)

For this challenge you may write: Sam/Jared or Dean/Jensen. 

Fics must be a ONE SHOT. You may continue it as a series after this one, that’s up to you, but I’m not gonna read 239472 chapters first for this to make sense. I have a short attention span.

Please try to keep it under/around 3k words. Again, shot attention span.

If you go over 500 words, you must use a KEEP READING or I will NOT reblog it.

You need to use the title exactly. 

You need to put in your a/n that this is for my challenge, and please TAG ME IN THE A/N so I see it. With tumblr’s new activity, I miss a lot.

That being said, if you have not seen a “like” from @impaladreamers-mainfrigginblog within 4 days, you need to submit the link to me, as the tag was lost. I will like and reblog everything with a comment. If I have not, I haven’t seen it. 

You can write: Crack, Smut, Fluff, Angst, whatever floats your boat, just please tag warnings appropriately. 

Please use #dreamer’s title challenge  in the first few tags.

Any questions? Lemme know.

Deadline is January 2, 2018. Why? Because I said so. That’s a ton of time. ;)

Be creative! Be adventurous! Have fun!

THE TITLES:

Just Another Tuesday @revwinchester

Not Without My Brother @fangirlofeverythingme

That’s My Girl - @karlee-fay-my-wayward-son

Feels Like Heaven @amanda-teaches

I Won’t Back Down @dragonchica

It’s A Gift @queen-of-deans-booty

Born Under A Bad Sign @freakinflannel

Not All Black and White @plaidstiel-wormstache

The Comfort of Your Arms @oneshoeshort

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing @sofreddie

Live To Fight Another Day @whispersandwhiskerburn

In Your Eyes @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba

Everything and Nothing @triciareh   

All I Can Give @because-imma-lady-assface

You Should Have Called @chumi-la-chula

The Darkness Inside @torn-and-frayed

Falling Like The Leaves @trexrambling

Thank You @angelicdemonicwaitress

You Can’t Be Serious @squirrel-moose-winchester

In My Dreams @fandommaniacx

Can’t Fight This Feeling @yellowtheremarvelfan

Then I Saw Her Face @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester

The Hardest Thing @casifrr

Castaway @deanandsamsbitch

Walking Away @grace-for-sale

Goodnight, Not Goodbye @pheonyxstorm 

Early Morning Rain @latishiante1001

Devil In Disguise @notnaturalanahi

Mostly Harmless @acreativelydifferentlove

A Thousand Reasons @just-another-winchester

That First Moment @bringmesomepie56

Thicker Than Water @crispychrissy

Something In The Way She Moves @obsessivecompulsivespn

Never Again   @mrspadalackles 

Heart of Gold @there-must-be-a-lock

Leather, Whiskey, and Heartache @a-winchester-fairytale

Tools of the Trade @rockerdestiel13

Just Don’t Break My Heart @docharleythegeekqueen

Cracks In The Mirror @carryonmywaywardcaptain

Sundays Are For Lovers @impalaimagining

Starry Night @emoryhemsworth

Two Brothers, One Choice @chelsea072498

Here Comes The Sun @ellen-reincarnated1967

Open Arms @fandomoniumflurry  

What He Needs @mysteriously-lost

Another Apocalypse

Ashes to Ashes @justme-noonebutme 

Not My Problem @kdfrqqg

The Last Straw @feelinthefanfiction

Suspicious Minds @georgialouisea

The Way You Look Tonight @hannahindie

Incredible

It’s In His Kiss @deanssweetheart23

Graveyard Love Song @please-lives-are-at-stake

Wild World

True Colors @be-fantastic

Green Eyes @evansrogerskitten

Won’t Say I Love You @writer-picks-the-music

Nothing Else Matters @canadianjelly

One Hand, One Heart

Crack Bonus Titles: (If you can use these, you win extra cookies)

C1. That’s Not My Foot @newtospnfandom

C2. Like A Hole In The Head @hannasakorax3

C3. Bitch, Please @percussiongirl2017

C4. Melts In Your Mouth, Not Your Hand @cassieraider

C5. Sam Loves Beka @hillywooddestiel 

C6. The Crazy Christmas Sweater @superwholockmarauder

C7. How Many Licks? @jayankles

C8. The Great Muppet Caper @impala-dreamer

[hoboal87]

Hey everyone!

In continuing with sending @percywinchester27 love and support this week, tell me what had been your favorite part/chapter of A lot like 'us'??

Mine is part 12 - This part has one of the best reveals in the whole series and my jaw literally dropped when I read it.

Also, anything with Max and/or Chase is always great!

@gabavaldman ​  @im-a-light-child ​  @cosicas-cuquis​  @bllyjianne ​  @hoboal87 ​  @i-is-for-inspiring ​  @daughterleftbehind ​  @wackiekebab ​  @mylovelydame21 ​   @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba ​  @superbadassnatural ​  @babypink224221 ​  @badlittlehabit99 ​  @anathewierdo ​  @sams-bubblegum-bitch ​   @fandomoverdose666 ​  @superstarmarvel ​  @atc74 ​  @aiofheavenandhell ​  @rebel-author-chick ​  @death-unbecomes-you ​  @cookiechipdough ​  @kbl1313 ​  @linki-locks11 ​  @miss-nerd95 ​  @sunflowers-n-rocknroll ​  @stoneyggirl ​  @like-a-bag-of-potatoes ​  @niyahgray ​  @traceyaudette ​  @blueaura​  @awfulmoons ​  @waterlily502  @mrsbatesmotel53  @superblyscrumptiousdonut2             @spn-ficfanatic ​  @threstalsaregood   @shesnotmaria ​

[percywinchester27]

That is literally me right now. Hell, that’s been me since I saw your tag. I’m absolutely at a loss of words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for this lovely video. It’s so beautiful! And you are SO TALENTED! 😭

I’ve lost the count for the number of times I’ve watched this! And to one of my favourite songs, too. I am giving you the biggest hug right now, Emily! The squishy kind that’ll make you glare down at me cause I’m still happy crying and being gross and ruining your clothes with the tears!

Is it okay if I add a link of your wonderful creation to the masterlist for the series?

And I think everyone should see this, so I’m just going to tag the series taglist below:

@gabavaldman​​  @im-a-light-child​​  @cosicas-cuquis​​  @bllyjianne​​  @hoboal87​​  @i-is-for-inspiring​​  @daughterleftbehind​​  @wackiekebab​​  @mylovelydame21​​   @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba​​  @superbadassnatural​​  @babypink224221​​  @badlittlehabit99​​   @sams-bubblegum-bitch​​   @fandomoverdose666​​  @superstarmarvel​​  @atc74​​  @aiofheavenandhell  @rebel-author-chick​​  @death-unbecomes-you​​  @cookiechipdough​​  @kbl1313  @linki-locks11​​  @deaan-main​​  @sunflowers-n-rocknroll​​  @stoneyggirl​​  @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​  @niyahgray​​  @traceyaudette​​  @blueaura​​  @awfulmoons​​  @waterlily502​​  @spn-ficfanatic​​   @thestralsaregood​​   @shesnotmaria​​   @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou​​   @fandomtrash88​​  @binxy​​   @vulgar-library​​   @deanwanddamons​​   @beachy2014   @valsworldofcreativity​​  @samfreakingwinchster   @chinosherlock​​  

A lot like ‘Us’

A lot like Us : Chapter 43.

— "And we… we’re still a lot like us, aren’t we? No, we’re better. We have Max now. We’re a family."

I made this, which is based on chapter 43 of "A lot like Us" by @percywinchester27 as that fic (chapter 43 in particular) is the best fic I've ever read. I hope you like this! <3

[scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala]

Weekly Reading List #16

Hey y'all… it’s time for my weekly reading list. Hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did. If you do, please let the writers know and leave feedback on their fics. You can catch up on my previous reading lists here.

About Dean's Dreams by @fanforfanatic **flangst** (Dean x Reader) Summary: Dean writes letters to the woman of his dreams. As in, the woman he’s with when he’s asleep. Rating: Brief smut Warnings: Mentions of canon events THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!! Although I kinda felt where you were going with this story, it was great. I enjoyed every second of it... I loved how you threaded your story through the canon events. Stunning work!

(Gif by @jessica-bones-winchester​)

Kill Zone (Part 6) (Masterlist) series in progress by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing **smut** (AU!Dean x Reader) Preview: FBI agent Y/N Singer and her partner Castiel Novak find themselves working on a string of gruesome and cold blooded murders. The angle and precession of the kill shots leads them to enlist the help of an expert in the field - former Us military Captain and elite-sniper , Dean Winchester. However, when tables turn and evidence points fingers at the last person she expected, how does Y/N deal with it? Warnings: minor character death, mention of past character deaths, hinted ptsd, couch sex is complicated, oral sex (female and male receiving), unsafe sex (because I was to lazy to work in a condom - let’s asume she is on the pill but wear them always!) I love this series so much and I really like how the story went on, Dean's so beautifully written and it's so freaking thrilling ... though I've got a feeling, that something's fishy. Kari, you're not planning a major plot twist, do you???!!

Perfect (Part 12) (Masterlist, series complete) by @supernatural-jackles **smut** (Jensen x Reader) You and Jensen have been friends for as long as you both can remember. You have stuck together through thick and thin, good times and bad; everything. What happens when Jensen accidentally blurts out that he has a girlfriend when he doesn’t? How will your friendship be effected when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend? Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst  Damn, the ending was perfect. This whole series was amazing. All the fluff and angst had me constantly on the edge. The relationship between the two was heartbreakingly beautiful and it was indeed 'perfect'. Thank you so much for this series!!!

(Gif by @electricmonk333)

Knight In Dark Flannel by @manawhaat **smut** (Dean x Claire) Summary: Dean can't shake the anxiety, the thoughts of how this all could habe been so much worse. Claire is in the same boat, and the two of them turn to each other for relief. Warnings: Spn s12 spoilers, slightly angsty feels, slight anxiety, smut of all kinds (Including unprotected. Don't follow my bad example, wrap it up kids.), virgin!Claire (mostly virgin), Sam hoarding stealing free food for Dean because they're fucking adorable little vulture babies. Ok, first I wanna say, you're a freaking wizard. Neither I'm a fan of Claire  (and therefore I was not particular fond of s12e16) nor of virgin!fics... but thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis I stumbled over this fic and her comment intrigued me so I gave it a try... and WOW... this was stunningly beautiful!!! Dean's feelings took my breath away and the chemistry between them was amazing. This was such a delicate and amazing fic, I loved it!!

Long, Lean And Lethal by @winchestersnco **smut** (Dean x Reader) Summary: The Reader finally takes things into her own hands when it comes to her feelings for Dean.  Warnings: Consensual voyeurism, mutual masturbation, Reader being sneaky, Dean being cheeky. Good God... woman, are you trying to kill me?! This was incredibly hot and I really needed a minute after that to calm down.

How One Day Changed Everything by @atwistoffate **fluff** (AU!Dean x Reader) Summary: Dean has been your best friend since when you were four. But is he just that? (Best friends to lovers - College AU) Warnings: None, just fluffy fluff Oh gosh, this was so sweet and funny. Dean sneaking his way into the readers heart was freaking cute.

Mark Me Up @winchester-smut **smut** (Dean x Reader) Imagine Dean being turned on by the idea of being marked up and showed off… Warnings: Semi-Smut, Oral (Male Receiving) Reading how Dean is turned on by specific things, does things to me. I read this one in the waiting room at my doctor's office and I could barely hold it together. This was hot af... and I want this. All of it.

Rhythm Of The Beat (Part 3) (Part 2) (Part 1) by @ilostmyshoe-79​ **smut** (Dean x Sam) Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is. Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut This was freakingly hot and the gender swap was beautifully written. You write the gender swap so good, I'm a big fan of Trading Spaces as well and I was very excited for this one. Your Wincest feels are heartbreakingly beautiful, great work, as usual.

Research by @wheresthekillswitch **smut** (Sam x Reader) Gif inspired Fic (s12e18), Sam's POV Warnings: So much unprotected sex. Language. A little bit of angsty longing. Wow. Just wow. This was such an amazing read. I loved that side of Sam and it left me kinda sad. He deserves to be happy and I can see him there, with the reader.

Doin' It Like Sam Winchester by @mysaintsasinner **smut** (Sam x Reader) Warnings:  Smut, of course, Dom!Sam if you squint, oral (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, Sam saying ‘gotta get you ready for me’ because I swear to Chuck that would be the hottest thing ever to hear in RL. Possible angst at the end but it doesnt last long. Sam being Sam. Well, this is what I call a lucky mistake... like very lucky. I guess I'm not the only one, who wants to be woken up like this from Sam. Beautifully written, love it!

 Sexy Bastard by @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba **fluff** (Sam x Reader) Warnings:  fluff–ish, a smudge of angst if you squint Damn, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been so restrained. Gosh, all the sexual tension would've killed me. I loved seeing Sam being such a tease.