#spn poor writing

[starnana7]

kinda insane that sam was literally the protagonist in the first seasons just to end up being totally useless and losing all his characters depths in the laters seasons. i mean to be fair they did mess up all characters and the whole show in the final but what they did to sam especially never ceases to amaze me (in a bad way lol) like they really fumbled that bag huh.. dean just took control of the whole series (and it’s okay it makes sense that the spotlight would change between the brothers) but sam was pretty much a side character in the end. how do you end up being the protagonist to some sidekick in your own show?!! and if it was just him being “less relevant” ok ig but his personality, his development, everything, it was so ooc and so shallow yk i used to watch supernatural for the sibling bond in the first seasons and that just become so lost in the end.. alongside with sam

(btw this is not a sam hate post i just Hate what the Writers did to him yk i really miss s1-2 sammy like that was my boy)

[soulmates-for-real-tranquility]

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[cinnamonanddean]

See I think what would have worked better for both Lionel and Lex's characters would have been if Lionel had genuinely tried to dissuade Lex from the path he was on, from a place of understanding. I get that Lex can't be redeemed; that he's doomed by the narrative to become Superman's adversary. BUT I think it would have led more credence to Lionel's redemption AND to Lex's downfall.

Like the whole Julian cloning thing: it's fucked up. But Lionel facilitated the cloning of a murderous ten year old who tried to kill multiple people. Lex cloned his little brother and got him a job at the Daily Planet. These are not the same crime. And what does post-redemption Lionel do? Calls Lex deplorable. Bruh. How about "Lex, I know you're suffering and you feel alone in the world and you thought this would solve the problem. I understand why you would think that. But here's why it's wrong." But no: he goes "Welp, my own son is a lost cause. Let's divert all my attention to the being I built a literal cage to contain in case he's evil instead."

Give me a man who has done evil, horrible things, has had a life-changing experience and seen the light, and then meets the child who is following his path with love and empathy. "Lex, I know WHY you're doing these things, I thought the same way, but here's where I went wrong and so will you, if you continue". I don't feel like anyone really tried to empathize with Lex once he started slipping, they just condemned him.

AND THEN, when Lex stays on his narrative path and refuses to change, it gives that more weight as well. When someone is being met with love and understanding and still goes ahead and does bad things - well, there's your villain. One with depth. One who just can't forgive or get over what's been done to him. That makes him way more nuanced and interesting, to me at least. AND Lionel too. Lionel's redemption arc in the show falls flat for me because it's so self-serving. He isn't trying to help Lex, or even Clark really. He's out for himself.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

🍵 and/or 🧹 please 🫶🏻

🍵 dark n cozy all night spn coffee shop were!alex vamp!hen def need to fuck it out

“Percy Okonjo, the owner of this fine establishment, you happened to stumble in on one of the nights we cater to the beings of the city; of course, that now includes you. Welcome to the club. You can call me Pez.” Alex takes the hand Pez extended toward him and shakes it; he expected it to feel colder; that’s what all the lore said, right, cold to the touch or something like that. “Why is your hand not cold? I thought it was supposed to be cold.” Alex’s brain catches up with his mouth. “I’m so sorry that was so rude. Please forget I said that.”

🧹 seeking the (sex) services of a witch (so many for this one and so much writing on one i need to get done)

“I think I have a sex curse?” “I’m sorry, you have a what?” “I think I’ve been cursed, and it’s affecting my ability to perform sex acts? Even just kissing no longer works for me.” “I’m afraid to ask, but … in what way?” Alex tells Henry all about the woman who hit on him repeatedly and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He tells Henry all about the last time it happened and how she seemed to mutter something under her breath about how if he wouldn’t so much as kiss her, he must be waiting for his true love, and the rush of something, maybe it was magic, that rushed over him.

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[laurelwinchester]

my problem as a dean stan who loves emma and all the potential she had is that while there is a lot of fic content out there........y’all are writing dean wrong.

[roastedsoup]

ok real talk what makes the later seasons "bad"? i keep seeing people saying stuff like "back when it was good...." and such, does the writing get worse or something

okokok tbh im gonna be real the writing does eventually start to go downhill bc the show’s longevity causes it so suffer from dragon ball type power scaling where its like “ok so we defeated the mega evil monster guy but turns out theres an even worse evil monster guy who they need the ultimate destruction weapon to defeat” and over time we know so much about this world we lose the sense of mystery it used to have; it gets kind of obvious over time that the writers just don’t know what to do with the plot anymore and they start making up the wackiest shit; and with the characters like they keep trying to come up with new conflicts between them and it starts to get repetitive

like the early show has this charm to it, there are less characters so the brothers’ relationship is much more central to the plot, you can tell that there’s this story mapped out and once you get past where it was meant to end, things just feel less thought out and cohesive; it gets so large-scale it begins to feel like a completely different story

but at the same time as much as the later show is mind boggling there are still some plot points/characters that are worth watching it for; i went into this show aware that it starts off amazing and gets worse over time and i think if you keep in mind not to take it too seriously it can still be enjoyable?? supernatural is equal parts genuinely engaging television and the most insane wild nightmare thing to exist

also i’m hopelessly hyperfixated on this show and more content means more content so i don’t feel that i’m going to stop watching

[icefire149]

@angelinthefire tagged me and THANK YOU <333 (You caught me at a good night where I was on my computer so I can do this now. I love doing these. (I'm not gonna think about the 100 tabs open on my phone))

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

The Love That Binds Us

The Boiling Isles were not how they left it. The stars dotting the night sky were oddly brighter than they were before. It was enough that they could tell several pieces of the Titan’s bones had been torn from the land and suspended into the air at varying heights.

2. Beneath the Endless Water

Willow opened her eyes and she was back again in that graveyard. Her tongue felt heavy and knotted in her mouth. She hated sleeping these days, because this moment kept haunting her.

3. Boyfriend Training

The basement door opened a crack, and then slowly swung open with a loud squeak. Hunter’s feet froze in place and he motioned for Vee to remain silent.

4. Palistrom Heart

Slowly, Hunter began regaining control of his senses. He floated in between the place where dreams beckoned him back beneath their endless weight and where reality mercilessly called him home.

5. Children Of The Witches You Couldn’t Kill

The sun wasn't supposed to do that.

6. A Golden Crown

Gus slapped a hand to the side of the airship entrance and leaned heavily on it. Sweat dripped down his nose and his knees wobbled with exhaustion. “She…she wanted to protect you. And Eda.”

7. World's Apart

Willow flopped back into her pillows and waited for Hunter’s response on penstagram. She huffed, and a stray strand of hair landed annoyingly across her nose. Glancing at her scroll again, there were still three dots blinking at her. How is he still typing?

8. He's Nice

“Did you hear a single thing I said?...Willow?”

9. Home

When Dean was a kid, he would often raid the bakery at the supermarket. If he was lucky, he’d be granted the holy grail of baked goods hidden among the discount display. There would be pie!

10. Like the Fairy Tales

“Hey, we got a problem.”

Rowena rolled her eyes and leaned back in her arm chair. Until the phone rang, she had been enjoying a rare afternoon at home with her favorite blend of tea and a new journal to fill. She sighed loudly.

“It’s never a ’how do you do, Rowena? ’Or a ’thank you so much for the gracious help you provided on the case. Do you need a restock on any of your fine herbs?’ Instead it’s always help, help, help.” She snapped her fingers for added emphasis.

Tagging: Honestly, anyone who wants to do this PLEASE DO. Let me know. Tag me.

Unfortunately, I've been really busy the past several months with life and work, so I haven't been keeping up with who's actively writing fics these days. I have so many things to catch up on. (So if you tag me, I WILL bookmark it and get to it.)

[quietwingsinthesky]

I had a dream where I opened my tumblr ask box and the first thing in it was an anon prompt that said “BradyRuby fake dating AU” and so you can thank dream anon for prompting this, I guess.

[mirainawen]

chasm, straw in the wind, and crooked storm on carson pass

chasm.

summary: rising from the dead is practically another tuesday for winchesters. a milligan, however…

it immediately follows getting garth'd. sam and dean went off grid after the trials to allow sam time to heal and dean time to nurse his regrets. the two are on the rocks after dean's stunt with gadreel, not the least of reasons why being gadreel's attempt on kevin's life (an angel of the lord is supposed to protect a prophet of the lord, so the attack awoke another latent power of prophets, smiting).

finding out that their long locked up half-brother is topside again is somehow the best and last thing the two of them need right now. the chasm, as they say, isn't fixed yet.

Dean stares across the room, index finger tapping the table—one, two, three, an unconscious mimicry of the clock. The ticking was the only other sound in the room.

“Okay,” he finally says, letting his hand fall. Sam stirs at his voice. “Walk me through it again.”

Benny doesn’t sigh. His expression says it, loud and clear. “Story ain’t gonna change, Dean.”

He glances at Sam, who, arms braced on his knees and hands clasped, lets his shoulders rise heavily and fall under the look. The lines around his eyes and mouth are deep again, and not just from the lack of sleep. The knife’s edge they’d all been balanced on was crawling down their spines.

He leans away from it. “So you’re sayin’ Adam…what? Just waltzes outta the cage, takes a little jaunt through hell til he finds an exit and just…stumbles into the only monster in all of Purgatory who isn’t gonna tear him limb from limb on sight?”

Benny’s lip curls in the shadow of a smile. “Looks like it.”

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straw in the wind.

summary: there's a crack in sam's glass house. (adam's on the warpath.)

concussed after a particularly bad exorcism, sam speaks to adam about the cage for the first time. he implies that adam doesn't quite...fit with him and dean. that adam's not relentless or aggressive enough to make a good hunter, unaware not being okay with sam tends to push adam over the edge. thus pushed, adam goes on a reckless hunting spree (affectionately termed the "fuck you sam tour" by writer and captive audience of a bff who must be hit by ideas thrown her way until she cries "ow!"). distracted by sam, dean doesn't put the pieces together about a "hunter off the rails" and adam's (not...atypical) radio silence. when garth finally calls dean to "come get your boy", sam and dean hit the road to find him and talk him down off the ledge. sam makes an old yeller reference. dean hears the first distant sounds of sirens.

“Dean?” he called, but there’s no answer. He could try his other brother…other brother? Adam. Right. It was about Adam. He was gonna tell Dean something about Adam, it was…they needed to tell Adam something. He groaned, rubbing his forehead.

Connecting the threads of his thinking lately had been a killer. The pieces often had sharp edges, slipping through his grasp. Getting this far hurt like a bitch. The meds couldn’t kick in fast enough. But when they did, he didn’t really think any clearer, just hurt a little less. He clung to  the pieces, finding his phone in hand.

Call Adam. Adam hated that. Couldn’t be bothered to answer texts. Everything was always on his terms. Sam hated that.

“Sam?” Adam’s voice sounded…surprised? Maybe a little worried. Definitely a bit distracted.

“Hey. Adam.” Those two words felt like they took a lungful each.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah?” He pressed the heel of his hand to his head, fighting back the dizzying little edges of light dancing about his peripheral.

Adam hissed. “Well it’s not like you call. Why are you calling?” The demand annoyed him.

He huffed a sound that takes all the air out of his lungs again. “Because you…don’t want us to.” It was like, one of so many rules Sam did not understand.

“Cause Winchesters only call when they need something.”

The implication irritated him further. “Okay, well, I need to tell you something.”

“If it’s that Dean is overbearing, he’s your favorite brother, Sam, I don’t want to hear it. Why’d you crack your skull open anyway?”

He opened his mouth, and yanked the phone away as a messy, confusing sound crackled over the line. He forgets the line of questioning as bright spots dance behind his eyes.

“Sam?” Adam’s voice broke back through. “I’m really busy. Can we not play-at happy family right now? I’m sure Dean will be overjoyed to make sure you have company while you recover.”

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crooked storm on carson pass.

summary: accused of a crime he didn't commit, joe wiles his time in a carson pass jail while adam tries to prove his innocence. at every turn, the local sheriff seems to be one step ahead. has adam finally met his match?

“JOE!” He barked, causing Joe to jerk clean out of the bed, rolling off onto his back in a graceless heap.

Joe groaned and touched the back of his head as he half-sat up. “Galldang you, Adam,” he protested mulishly, peering at his brother in rebuke. “What’s the big idea, huh?” He prodded at his head and winced.

“Well, Joe, that’s what I’d like you to tell me.” Adam gestured at himself before folding his arms and peering down at his brother.

Joe groaned again as he sat up, and glanced at his brother under knotted brows. “Well maybe you should tell me - you’re so smart.” Which was Joe’s way of saying he didn’t appreciate Adam’s tone of voice.

“Then I will.” Adam shot back, censure bordering on condescending in that way that was Adam’s of saying that Joe was in for a lecture. “You’re supposed to be in Zephyr Cove.”

This time when Joe groaned it was pure frustration. “Yes, well, obviously I’m not.” He threw out a hand, encompassing the jail, and climbed to his feet. “So go ahead. Lecture away, Older Brother - I don’t really have any other option, do I?”

And maybe it was the set of Joe’s jaw or the fact that he was so mulish, standing there framed by cell bars with the bed clothes piled about his feet, but Adam found he derived no pleasure from fighting with someone who couldn’t fight back. And Joe loved to fight back.

If anyone had ever pointed out to Adam that Joe did follow his examples, he would have argued the opposite - but if someone had ever pointed out that Joe had learned how to argue with authority from watching Adam argue with their father, he would have stormed away in a speechless rage.

[scribe-of-hael]

Supernatural season 12 , arguably the worst season (didn't watch anything past it) because they killed of Crowley via suicide. They completely destroyed his character, didn't Let Mark Sheppard say Crowley's last like that he wrote himself and they claimed that they didn't know what to do with his character anymore.

I cried my heart out. He was the reason I got into Supernatural, the reason I joined Tumblr and started to Role-play . He is the reason I found my partner of 6 years.

This 1 single act of killing of a character set my brain in a frenzy of studying writing, story telling and how to handle a character development. Because of how honestyly disrespectful it was to a character that I loved so dearly.

If he is death had some meaning and weight and they didn't destroy what was left of him he humiliating the character. I might forgive it. But they didn't. It was a needless and God awful written finale.

I stopped watching Supernatural after that. As much as it broke my heart I could no longer enjoy this show. Esspcially getting rid of arguably it's most complex and mysterious character.

Im curious.

[bennylafittelove]

From @promptsforthestrugglingauthor, Writing Prompt #2645 He'd promised to take care of me. He said once I'd finished the work, that it would be just the two of us, and we could enjoy our time together.

But instead he abandoned me.

Broken promises

Benny quickly looked both ways before darting across the street to the alleyway. His shift at the diner had run late and now he was making his way home in the dark.

Not that it mattered.

Making it to his small cabin in the woods on the outskirts of town, Benny immediately kicked off his shoes and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Just as he was about to twist it open a scent caught his attention and he sighed heavily.

“What do you want?” he asked bitterly without turning.

“What? No hello for an old friend?” a man’s voice behind him asked, straining for humor and falling short.

“Last I checked we ain’t friends, chief. Or am I suddenly not on your hit list anymore?”

Benny finally turned to see Sam standing there, unarmed and looking a little lost. And awkward as hell. Benny snorted and reached back into the fridge and offered Sam a beer, the younger man accepting.

“So, what do I owe the pleasure of this breaking and entering? Finally going to try to kill me?” Benny asked before taking a swig.

“Benny, it’s Dean. I can’t find him anywhere and he’s been off the radar too long. I could use your help finding him.” Sam said hesitantly as he swirled his beer.

Benny snorted and rolled his eyes, pushing passed Sam and making his way to his lazyboy in the living room. Sam followed slowly and stood nearby, waiting for an answer.

“You think I know where he is? After all this time? After all he put me through?!” Benny snapped.

Sam flinched but didn’t say anything, just looked anywhere but at Benny. Benny scoffed and took another swig of his beer.

“Ever since that night I’ve been trying to put things behind me. Trying to forget what happened. Trying to forget you Winchesters. But looks like I can’t get a moments peace.”

“Benny please. He’s my brother. You cared about him once,” Sam pleaded.

“Yeah, once. He made a promise, Sam. And we both know Dean Winchester don’t break his promises. At least not until now,” Benny threw back.

“Please. I’m begging here,” Sam sounded so lost it tugged at Benny’s heart, but he couldn’t go through that again, couldn’t be hurt again.

“He’d promised to take care of me, Sam. He said once I’d finished the work I had cleaning out my old nest, that it would just be the two of us, and we could enjoy our time together.” Benny took a shaky breath before looking up at Sam with wet eyes. “But instead he abandoned me.”

“Benny, I know he’d never do anything intentional to hurt you. Something must’ve come up or stopped him. I know Dean, he’d never turn his back on a friend. Especially one he loves.” Sam tried to comfort Benny but his words did little to help.

“Go on, Sam. There’s nothing for you here. I don’t want to see you or Dean ever again, y’hear? Just leave and don’t come back,” Benny said sadly as he stood and turned away from Sam, fighting back his tears.

There was a moments silence before Sam nodded and slowly made his way to the door. He paused before leaving and looked back, trying to think of something to say, but couldn’t find the words.

“Take care, Benny,” he finally said and slowly closed the door behind him.

“You too, Sam. You too,” Benny whispered.

He stood there for awhile, trembling before he couldn’t fight the tears any longer. With a snarl of frustration he hurled the bottle of beer against the wall as hard as he could, watching it shatter. Tears fell freely now as he collapsed to his knees and held his face in his hands.

Benny had been alone, for so long. He finally had felt like he belonged, that someone finally wanted him, only to have that someone take his heart and shred it before his eyes. He was alone again.

It was better this way.

[via-l0ve]

Hey-hey!! I'm so glad I came across your posts on SPN!!

Let's imagine that the reader has severe menstrual pain. I'd like to see the boys take care of her during "those days". If possible, add Gabriel, I love him soooo much.

Period Pains (SPN pref!)🩷

a/n: hi honey!!! i absolutely adore this request. from someone with terrible periods, im sending you hugs and kisses

warnings: periods/menstrual cycle, mention of pain, cramps and things like that!!

Dean:

dean is scared

idk at first he thought you were gonna die

he was so scared when you curled yourself up in a little ball

he learned to just go with whatever you wanted

cuddles? always. stay the fuck away from you? gladly

literally ask him for anything he will be out and grabbing it for you within two minutes.

he’s always stocked with products for you

he also always has heating pads and medicine for you. he’s so worried about your health

he wants to make sure you’re comfortable

he makes you stay in bed and no hunts until the bleeding stops

he gets you presents

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Sam:

sam has a whole bag for you

emergency pads, tampons, extra underwear, medicine

he gets nervous

is ALWAYS right by your side

floods you with compliments and worries

“are you going to be okay?” “yes sam. just like every other month.”

“you’re so pretty, y/n.”

just. ugh. i love him

he will go out and buy you pads or tampons or cups or whatever the fuck you use with no shame

he tries to not make you mad or overwhelm you

he always takes off hunts to be with you

what a cute boy <3

he just wants the best for you

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Castiel:

first of all, cas is horrified that you have to go through this

when you explain in detail why you get cramps, he swears he almost passes out

poor boy is so worried about his love

he tracks it on his phone

just so he can stock up on products for you

he writes you love letters and buys you candy

he also will watch all of your silly little movies with you

you don’t ever have to ask

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Gabe:

Gabe is always tryna make you laugh

he’s very ill prepared and he dosent know what to do

he annoys you accidentally a lot and then gets scared when you yell/cry/other emotions

he buys you flowers for every day of your period

he also learned somewhere that orgasms help lessen the pain of period cramps so..

aaaaaanyways

he watches your movies with you and cooks food you for constantly

he cried with you at bambi

“the mom dies????”

“Y/N WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME WATCH THIS?”

[jasmines-library]

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

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

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

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

Sick Bug

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

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Sickness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[aerialworms]

I got some to share!

Along My Restless Palms (23k) Dean starts having tawdry-romance-novel-esque dreams about Cas and is so so normal about it

Haunted Doll Watch: Magic Earring Ken Doll Edition (2k) A transcript of two very special Haunted Doll Watches from My Brother, My Brother, and Me (no mbmbam shipping, i promise)

not with a bang but with a yelp (1.4k) in-character yelp reviews of all the motels team free will have stayed at. sounds simple but had me wheezing

My Week (?k) Sam gets TFW 2.0 to take up bullet journalling. These are their journals! (I put ?k because it’s all images but just go look!!! all the doodles and the different handwriting!!! it’s amazing!)

AmITheAssholeNatural (35k spread over 9 works but also probably a chunk of that is the formatting) TFW use r/AITA to solve their problems, to varying success. the second one in the series has kevin as the OP! also the formatting is insane, it looks just like reddit but it’s all css! You can read them out of order but they’re all so funny

Also, since most of these are epistolary, I have to rec your Dean Daily (11k) for anyone out there who hasn’t read it yet. It’s absolutely goddamn hilarious. Fells’ Dean is so so stupid and I love him so much <3

Funny destiel fics to distract from stuff

Maybe i’m not the only one who needs these right now. Please rec more funny fics in reblogs if you can <3 and yes self recs are welcome too

Operation Jealousy (1k): sam gives dean and cas just that little extra push they need… short and fun!

Fifty ways to lose your lover (1k): 15x18 meta script rewrite crazy fix-it

Friends with benefits (2k): sam walks in on dean and cas… #prayforsam

Death of a salesman (3k): cas has a panic when he sees dean in heaven so he pretends to be jimmy novak

Ignorance is bliss (usually) (8k): to protect sam’s hurting brain, dean and cas must keep their new relationship a secret. Tears. Streaming. So funny

Broadway musical (12k): cas is tasked by heaven to play matchmaker for dean and jo… shenanigans and fun jimmy-isms ensue

What has eight tentacles and isn’t allowed to eat pie (16k): still one of the best first kisses i’ve read. And yeah, very funny

All’s fair in love and hunting (20k): craziest game of gay chicken

Don’t stop, make it pop (34k): cas gets a tiktok, wip, but sooo fun and light

How a grocer watches dean pull his head out of his ass in seven days (35k): a wip but don’t let that stop you, so brilliant and hilarious

[gremlinmodetweeker]

riffing off socially awkward deeply anxious König, do you think he would do better digitally? chatting with someone he met online or someone who streams an obscure game? you have a lovely relationship with him and then before you meet in person he's like so. i'm. very. awkward. as a real person. i might not. talk a lot. you'll be carrying the conversation, don't take it personally. you have a captive audience for ANY topic. anything. you want. and why is it going to be a/b/o's spn origins

Okay yes this absolutely. I can totally write something for that. I hope this story suffices!

Now, I have no idea what you mean by the omegaverse, but I could try making an omegaverse!König if you’d like. I do not understand by spn omegaverse origins. Please feel free to either respond here or ask in my inbox. It should be open??? Tell me if it isn’t.

Anyways, onto the story! More below the cut.

König Prefers Quiet Time

König is a voracious reader, so he’s rather verbose and eloquent when online. His messages are witty, insightful, yet practical and grounded. He’s quick to become your best online friend. After all, he’s so well-spoken! He writes beautiful paragraphs that are easy and amusing to read. It’s rare to find such a delightful person online.

And he’s so quick to win over your heart. Whenever he can be, he there’s for you. He’ll take pictures and videos of sights on deployment or jot down little stories to tell you when he can. Sometimes he can drop off the face of the earth, but he’ll be back online soon enough and messaging you about how his latest mission went and what he did (within reason, can’t give away secrets).

Every time he comes back online, you know you’re in for a good time. Whether it’s him complaining about teammates, or having to argue about directions with a local, he’s got fantastic (yet terribly awkward) stories about his days. He always says he’s so shy and hates social situations, and sure he sometimes sounds a bit strange when he recounts the stories, but they're so fun that you don't really take in how it would look from an outside perspective. Sure, he sounds a bit dorky in these stories, but still so eloquent! He’s got this little way of describing things with abstract metaphors that make you smile and wish you were there by his side.

It took a lot to convince him to have a relationship with you. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s that you ask to meet up in person. He tells you that he’s happy to meet you, but then why does he suddenly have more missions? He’s so punctual, but he missed his flight? When he goes on about having a stubbed toe, you have to put your foot down. You want to see him, and that’s final.

Begrudgingly, he books a vacation with you.

When you go to pick him up from the airport, the first thing that stands out about him is how tall he is. Then how big. You didn’t think they made people in that size. This guy has Shaquille O’Neil running for his money. Like, how? And then you realize that he’s crouching down to make himself look smaller. It’s insanity. At the very least, he’s easy to pick out in a crowd, what with his hood and all. You do worry about him fitting in the car, though.

So you go up to him, and then he sees you and he looks nothing but elated. It’s a beautiful moment between you two. In that hectic airport, with people calling in many languages and bags squeaking and the cars outside honking and revving their engines, it’s perfectly silent and beautiful. It’s a wonderful moment that you think you’ll cherish until you die.

The next moment is where it all falls apart.

He accidentally drops his bag and it spills everywhere. He scrambles to pick it up and he keeps looking around with wide eyes of terror so you take pity on the poor lad and lean down to help. He then promptly stands up and cracks the crown of his head against your nose and now your nose is bleeding and oh no he dropped his bag again and now he’s apologizing and then he’s rushing to the bathroom and you’re left with the realization that you fell in love with an absolute mess. 

By the time he’s back, your nose has stopped bleeding and you’re packing his belongings back into his pack. He tries to silently offer you tissues, so you take them and wipe your nose tenderly, but when you make a joke about it he doesn’t say anything. Odd, but maybe he’s just a bit frazzled.

You’re driving back home when he finally says his first words to you besides ‘hi’, ‘sorry’ and ‘oh no’.

“Thank you,” he says as he stares at the road ahead.

“What, for the drive?” you laugh, “it’s no problem! I mean, it’s not too bad. It’s about an hour’s drive, but I’m fine with that!”

König says nothing, just nods as you speak. You’re starting to worry that you picked up the wrong person. Where was the confident and friendly man you spoke to online? Where was his friendly joking? At least you now understand his awkward and amusing stories he told you, because even though you love him, you can’t help but feel terribly awkward. If he’s this bad with you, you can only imagine how bad it is with others.

You were prepared for someone who was going to talk your ear off, but you felt like you just picked up a skinwalker instead. Was he even blinking? You can’t tell. He looks shell-shocked as he gazes off into the distance.

“So, um, how was the flight?” you ask with a wide smile.

“Gut.”

Anything more? No? Nothing more. Well, that’s helpful.

“Did they give you anything to eat on the flight? Are you hungry?” you ask, hoping to pry more than a couple words out of him.

“I ate,” he says quietly.

You nod and bite your lip. So this is what it was going to be like?

You take him into your home. For the entire night he refuses to take a step outside.

By the time noon rolls around the next day, you decide to take the initiative and knock on his door.

“Hey, König?” you call.

You get a hum from behind the door.

“Can I come in?” you ask nervously.

There’s a pause, then a hiss and a curse, then the door opens.

“Thanks,” you whisper as you squeeze by him, but he doesn't move to let you in any easier.

König sits delicately on the edge of the bed while you sit on a stool across from him. You look at each other for a few moments before you crack.

“Am I… Am I not what you thought I’d be?” you ask nervously.

König tilts his head as he narrows his eyebrows.

“I mean, just…” you sigh, “you talked so much online, but you’ve barely said a word since I picked you up from the airport. Are you okay? Is there something wrong?”

You hesitate for a moment, before you tack on, “Is there something wrong with us?”

König’s eyes slowly widen before he shakes his head quickly, the fabric swinging like a dog shaking after a dip in a lake.

“Nein, you are…” he gestures towards you with one hand, “you are perfect. It’s just… Ah…”

You brace yourself.

“I am not good at talking,” he admits.

You deflate. That’s it? He’s not good at talking?

“But you’re fine online,” you point out.

“Ja, but this is… It is different,” he sighs, “I am not good at talking to people in person. It is.. Scary. I do not like to talk much.”

You nod as you listen carefully.

“So…” you rub your thumb over your kneecap, “would you like me to do most of the talking for us? Would that make things easier for you?”

König nodded quickly.

You laugh as you feel your shoulders relax.

“Great. I think I can do that.”

From then on, the visit is wonderful. Now that you know that König just isn’t great at talking in person, it’s a delight to talk to him. Sometimes you think you talk at him, but you realize pretty quickly that he’s listening attentively to everything you say. He’s a delight to speak to. If you ever lose your train of thought, he’s quick to help you get it back so he can listen to you further.

You realize pretty quickly that he worries too much. When you take him out to places, he’s nervous and flighty. The louder and more chaotic, the worse his social anxiety gets. As such, you find yourself going to more quiet areas. You chill and relax in quiet cafes, go to the aquarium at night, even play some games at a board game cafe in the middle of the day, when there’s nobody else there.

He’s a friendly man, all things considered. You also quickly learn the basis of his awkward stories.

You’re at a grocery store when you see it in action.

“Oh my God you’re so tall!” a woman looks up at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

König barely turns to acknowledge her, but he gives her a curt nod.

“Can you, like, help me with something?” she asks eagerly.

König looks down at you, then back to the woman.

“What is it?” his voice is sharply cold, and you can see the woman wince.

“Well, um, there’s this thing on the top shelves, and I was hoping you could get it for me?” she says, a bit nervously.

“What is it?” he’s somehow worse than last time.

“Um, uh, I can show it to you?” she offers meekly.

“I need to know what it is,” König practically tears her head off with how brutal he sounds.

You grab his hand and squeeze slightly, but it seems like it’s all going downhill too quickly.

“It’s-”

König turns to face her abruptly and she’s stumbling back before scurrying off. König watches her go, then turns to you.

“Why did she go?” he asks innocently. You can hardly believe him.

“König…” you start slowly, “is that how you usually speak to strangers?”

He thinks for a moment, then nods.

“König I think I know why you think people hate you.”

König’s eyebrows raise up for a moment, “You do?”

You nod, and give him a brief explanation. You can see his brain doing somersaults in his head, practically melting out his ears as his entire world view is shattered before him. Before he can respond properly, the woman is coming back with security in tow.

It’s no wonder König has so many interesting awkward stories.

[winchesterwild78]

First Aid pt 6

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Nurse, mention of other SPN characters.

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT!

A/N: This is a request: I’ve always wondered what a Dean x nurse series would look like in SPN if you ever felt inclined to write one! This will be a short series for my dear sweet friend. 

*Last Chapter, I hope you like it.*

This will use some characters from Supernatural, but it will not follow the timeline or story. I wrote it fast and edited it fast, please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

It had been about a month since the wraith attack and you moved back in with the boys. Dean was focused on rebuilding your relationship and fixing the damage he had done. You would wake up to sweet little notes, breakfast in bed, and other fun activities in bed. 

Sam was wearing ear plugs most of the time at night to get some sleep. You would apologize every morning, but he would just grumble and say it was okay. 

“Dean, as much as I love all the sex, maybe we should give poor Sammy a break. He looks exhausted.” Dean chuckled and agreed to try to keep it down. “I’m just trying to prove to my girl how much I love and want her.” He winked at you.

You smiled, “Dean, I know how much you love me and want me. You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Sam walked into the room and told you both he found a case. “It’s a simple salt and burn if you two want to sit this one out. I can take Eileen with me.” You smirked and looked at Dean, “Why don’t we all go? I’d love to meet Eileen.” You said with a mischievous grin on your face. 

Sam rolled his eyes and Dean elbowed him, “Yeah, let’s all go and meet this girl who has Sammy smitten.” “Shut up, Dean.” Sam blushed. You smiled and walked over to Sam, “Hey, we’re happy for you. If she makes you happy then I already like her.” “Well there has to be something wrong with her if she likes Sammy.” Dean chuckled. 

You looked at Dean, “Leave him alone.” 

A few hours later the four of you were in the car heading towards the case. Dean was driving, Sam was sitting next to him and you and Eileen were in the backseat. You and Eileen bonded quickly and since you knew sign language the two of you were able to talk without the boys hearing you. 

You signed: So have you and Sammy made anything official yet?

She signed: Not yet, but we have talked about it. I really like him and I can be myself around him.

You smiled and looked at Sam and then up at Dean. You caught his eye in the mirror and he winked at you. 

She signed: You two really love each other, don’t you. 

You signed: Yes, we’ve had our issues, but I can see myself married to him and having his children. 

She softly smiled and signed: I can see a future with Sam too. 

You smiled and touched her hand and nodded. 

“Okay guys, we’re here.” Dean said from the front seat. The four of you got out of the car and walked towards the hotel. Sam grabbed the keys and handed you one and he kept the other. You smirked, “So girls in one room, boys in the other?” You winked at Eileen and she laughed. Dean grabbed you around the waist and pulled you close, “Nope, you’re stuck with me sweetheart.” He placed a kiss on your lips. 

Sam looked at Eileen and asked her if it was okay they shared a room, she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek and nodded yes. Sam blushed. 

You and Dean went into your room and Sam and Eileen into theirs. Dean dropped the bags on the floor and pulled you flush to him. “God I’ve missed you.” His lips captured yours in a passionate kiss filled with want and need. When you pulled away you could see the lust in his eyes. 

His hands trailed up your body, fingertips lightly dancing on your skin causing goosebumps to erupt. Dean’s lips trailed down your neck, leaving love bites on your skin. Your head went back and moans escaped your lips. 

“Dean…please.” “Please what, sweetheart?” He smirked. “Please take me, I need you.” Dean walked you back towards the bed as he pulled your shirt over your head. He removed his shirt too, leaving his toned chest exposed to the chilly air. 

Your hands trailed up his torso and went around his neck, pulling his lips to yours. Dean’s hand went behind your back and expertly unhooked your bra with one hand. When your breasts sprang free from the confines of the fabric Dean let out a growl. 

His lips trailing down and taking his time sucking and licking each nipple until they were hard. Dean kissed down your torso, over every inch, scar, imperfection and loving every minute of it. When he got to your jeans his eyes flickered up to yours asking for permission. You nodded and Dean unbuttoned your pants, you lifted your hips to help him remove them. 

As he pulled your pants down, he took your panties with them. You bit your lip when you saw his eyes turn almost black with desire. You felt your wetness running through your folds. You looked at Dean as he spread your legs apart and positioned himself between them. He placed delicate kisses up your thighs working his way to your pussy. 

Dean’s fingers slipped between your folds, pulling a moan from your lips. As he pulled his fingers back, seeing how wet they were he smirked, “Always so eager for me, damn you’re going to be the death of me.” You bucked your hips at him, “Dean, please.”

Dean slid a meaty finger inside and hooked it up. You arched your back off the bed pushing his finger deeper. Dean leaned down and licked a strip up to your clit and your hands grabbed his hair. As he licked and sucked your clit he slipped another finger inside. You moaned loudly, “Oh fuck, Dean! Right there baby, don’t stop, please.” Dean began eating your pussy like a starved man. 

The sounds of ecstasy filled the room. “Dean….I’m…gonna…cum.” Dean looked up, his face glistening with your juices and smirked, “Cum for me darlin’.” Dean’s fingers moved faster as his tongue worked your engorged clit. He felt your release coming, your walls began to tighten and quiver around his fingers. You pushed his head deeper into your cunt and your release hit with a primal scream. Dean continued licking, helping you ride out your release as your walls squeezed and pulsed around his fingers.

When it became too much you were pushing him away, but he held you tightly. Determined to give you another orgasm. “Dean, I can’t…” “Yes you can, come on baby, one more for me.” His thumb rubbed circles on your engorged, sensitive clit. Before your brain could process what was happening, Dean was pulling another orgasm out of you. Your body was shaking and quivering under him. You were seeing stars and screamed out in pleasure.  

Dean slowly removed his fingers, the loss of fullness made you groan. Dean stood and you saw his rock hard cock through his jeans. He pulled them off and pulled his boxers off, freeing his cock. Dean Winchester was the biggest man you’d ever been with. No matter how many times the two of you had sex, it felt just as incredible as the first time. 

Dean pumped his length a few times before taking it slowly to your dripping wet entrance. “You ready sweetheart?” You nodded, still trying to recover from your multiple orgasms. As he pushed in, both of you gasped. He thrusted and bottomed out, not giving you much time to adjust to his size. 

Dean loved watching your eyes roll back in your head when he would take you. He kissed your lips as he started to thrust. Your legs were still shaky, so Dean hooked his arms under your knees and held them up. Your hands traced his chest and to his shoulders. 

“God you feel amazing, Y/N. Your body was made for me.” “Mmm, yes, Dean.” You loved how he filled you and stretched you. As Dean continued thrusting your breasts were bouncing up and down with each thrust. Dean let your legs go and grabbed your breasts in his hands. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper. He moaned and leaned forward, resting at the crook of your neck. “Damn baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” “Get on your back baby, please.” You looked up at Dean. 

He moved on to his back and you straddled him. Your thighs on either side of his hips. You lined yourself up and sank down with one thrust. Dean let out a groan as you started to rock your hips back and forth. His hands trailed up your body and cupped both of your breasts. Your hands went into your hair, putting your whole body on display for him. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous baby.” You smiled at Dean as you continued to bounce and grind on him. His hands left your breasts and grabbed your hips.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” “Dean, cum in me, fuck a baby into me!” Your pace increased, Dean bucked his hips into you, chasing his release. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips began to twitch. You felt his release coating your walls. As his cock stopped twitching, you saw Dean’s green eyes open and a smile on his face. You leaned down, kissed his lips softly and climbed off.

Walking into the bathroom, you cleaned yourself up and returned with a warm cloth to clean Dean. When he was clean you climbed into bed beside him and he wrapped you in his arms. “Dean, that was amazing.” You kissed his chest. Dean turned his head and kissed your forehead, “I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Dean.”

Next door Sam and Eileen were getting some alone time too. You and Dean heard them and you giggled. Dean looked at you and said, “That’s my boy.” You playfully slapped his chest, “You better not embarrass him, Dean. I mean it.” Dean played coy, “What? Me, never.” He smirked.

Later that evening the four of you had finished the salt and burn, and were eating dinner at the local diner. You got up to use the bathroom and Eileen followed you. “Hey, Y/N, sorry if we got too loud earlier.” She smiled. “Oh, you’re fine. Sounds like you two had quite the reunion.” She smiled and nodded, “I think I’m in love with Sam.” You hugged her, “That’s amazing. I can tell he’s smitten with you too. It’s great he has you and you are in this life. When I met Dean I was a nurse and had no idea what this life was. I’m thankful everyday he walked into that ER.” “Yeah, Sam told me how you all met.”

When the two of you returned to the table the guys were acting a little strange. You looked at Dean and then at Sam, “What’s wrong?” They both said nothing at the same time, so you knew it wasn’t nothing. You tried to let it go. “So, what’s the plan for the rest of the evening?” Sam looked at Dean and then back at you, “Well I was thinking maybe Eileen and I could spend some time together, you know, catching up.” You smirked, “Okay, Sammy, just don’t pull a muscle.” You winked at him, Eileen chuckled. 

Once the bill was paid, Sam and Eileen went back to their room. You started to walk towards yours and Dean’s, but he grabbed your hand. “Come with me, sweetheart. I have something I want to show you.” You nodded and followed him to the car. He opened the door and you got in. A few minutes later he was driving down a long dirt road. “You’re not driving me out to the middle of nowhere to murder me, are you?” You playfully asked. The light from the dash and moon danced across Dean's face. You saw a playful glint in his eye and a smirk on his face, “Oh no, I’ve got something better for you. We used to hunt in this area a lot growing up. I used to bring Sammy here all the time. It’s the perfect spot to see the stars. I wanted to share it with you.” He pulled to a stop in a grassy field, grabbed a blanket from the backseat and walked around to help you out of the car.

He spread the blanket out, grabbed your hand to help you sit and he sat down beside you. Both of you laid back and you gasped when you saw all the beautiful stars. The only sounds were of crickets and frogs filling the air like a symphony. The distant sound of an owl could be heard occasionally. You looked over at Dean who was laying on his back with his arms behind his head looking up at the stars with a smile on his face. You smiled and laid down beside him. 

You heard Dean taking a deep breath and letting out a shaky exhale. When you looked over you saw Dean staring at you with so much love in his eyes. He sat up and pulled you up to straddle his lap. He kissed you deeply. 

When he pulled away you both smiled, “Y/N, I have wanted you from the minute I laid eyes on you. You came into my crazy life so unexpectedly. We’ve had our share of ups and downs, but somehow we made it back to each other. When I look at you, I see my present, my future, and my home. I love you today, tomorrow, and forever. Until my dying breath, you are it for me.” Dean took a deep breath, tears filled both of your eyes. “Will you marry me?” You gasped softly as Dean produced a small velvet box. The tears you had been holding back spilled, “Yes, Dean! Yes I’ll marry you!” He placed the ring on your finger and pulled you into a kiss. 

That was the day your life truly began. 

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