#spn stranger things crossover

[allyricas]

If one was in the mood for a total crack fic delight...

Eddie is around 20 in 1986.

Dean Winchester would've been 7ish.

Eddie is 13 years older than Dean Winchester.

Fast forward to Supernatural season 1. Cocky 26 year old Dean meets sexy, older metalhead Eddie Munson when he and Sam roll into Hawkins to investigate what turns out to be the Upside Down.

Tell me Dean would not have a huuuuge crush on Eddie? Eddie who loves metal and classic rock, dresses a little alternative with the tattoos. Eddie who would think Dean is so attractive but would fight it because of the age gap. Eddie would be about 39, which a 13 year old age gap for those ages isn't bad.

Also, just imagine the hilarity of Dean and Sam trying to deal with the Upside Down.

Sam: Dean, the salt doesn't work this creature isn't in Dad's journal...

Dean trying to shoot a demogorgon with salt bullets: Now you tell me??!

Enter Dustin and the rest of the party explaining about parallel dimensions and such.

Sam: fascinating *takes copious amounts of notes*

Dean:

And throughout the whole thing, Dean and Eddie are hardcore flirting. Towards the end of the episode, the tension finally explodes and they have a wild night of passion together. And that's Dean's first bisexual experience.

[choerypetal]

Love at first Sight / Steve Harrington x Winchester!Sister

Summary: The reader, as the younger sister of the Winchesters, moves to Hawkins to investigate a hunt after losing contact with their father, John. Unbeknownst to them, Hawkins harbors dark secrets, particularly when a certain boy rescues them from the monsters.

ps: This is my longest story to date, and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it just as much! Since English isn't my first language, I apologize for any minor grammar errors.

word count; 6ks.

tag list ; @figurantedefilme

“Father, hasn’t come back.” 

Dean’s words reiterate in your mind as you sat in the passenger seat. Sam, your twin, understood the potential consequences of bringing you along. You vividly recalled his argument about the test you had the next morning, how he had done everything possible to support your decision not to get involved. The thought of dragging their little sister, on the brink of graduating high school, into family matters made him troubled. "And where exactly is the location?" he asked, struggling to conceal his irritation while casting worried glances in your direction. 

Dean understood he had no alternative. If given the opportunity, there was no doubt he would have ventured alone. However, giving John's unequivocal instructions left no room for debate on the matter. When family, particularly your father, was concerned, it was imperative for everyone to participate, regardless of their preferences. Dean's grasp on the steering wheel tightened as he disclosed the destination you were bound for.

 “Hawkins.” 

Hawkins was nothing like Kansas. After an eight-hour drive with multiple stops, your brothers took turns at the wheel. For once, you all agreed that your father should be immensely grateful when you finally rescued him, especially given the uncertainty about where to start. It wasn't until you checked into a motel near Hawkins that the research on the haunting began in earnest.

Dean had gone to buy some food while Sam and you continued your search. The sun had set, giving way to the shimmering stars of the night. One of the things you couldn't help but admire about Hawkins was the luminous presence of its own scenery. You were stargazing from your motel window when you heard the door creak open and Sam's voice, poised to relay any information about your father's whereabouts. But it was Dean who spoke first, interrupting Sam's rambling about anything he could find useful. "So, you're telling me there are no official records, just a stupid student article about the incident that happened, what, a year ago? When it all started with a boy going missing?"

"Maybe we should ask for the chief," you suggested, recalling the man around your father's age whom your brothers had seen at the gas station an hour earlier. One who could definitely be a source of information. However, your brothers dismissed the notion, unwilling to involve others. "No, no, no," Dean said, pulling food from the plastic bag and placing it on the table. Sam, still engrossed in his laptop, grabbed the first item his hand found. "The one thing we definitely can't do is involve the cops, especially the sheriff."

And he was right, much as you hated to admit it. Dealing with the cops had never been your brother's strongest suits. Recalling numerous arrests, all tied to their hunting activities, with your father or Bobby often being the one to bail them out.

"I think I found something," Sam said, capturing your attention. Dean snatching the laptop from him, causing Sam to roll his eyes and start munching on his sandwich. "Demogorgon, really?" Dean said, almost offended by the article. What struck him, though, was how off the situation felt with the missing boy and the lab in Hawkins.

"I don't know, man. Don't look at me like that. Just read further," Sam insisted as Dean tried to process the information. Despite their extensive hunting experience, from Wendigo's to the King of Hell, Dean was on the verge of dismissing the student article entirely. This seemed like a stretch even for them.

"And you're telling me Dad went missing because of a half-man, half-creature that feeds on human powers?" Dean asked incredulously. Sam chuckled at his brother's disbelief and nodded. "That's what the article says," he confirmed, though Dean remained unconvinced. He needed more evidence, which meant by morning they will have to start questioning anyone around Hawkins. "Tomorrow, first thing. If the rumors are true, and as much as I hate to admit. Dad might be the creature's next snack anytime soon."

The next morning in Hawkins, you and your brothers headed to the nearest diner. Unlike other places you'd visited, Hawkins had a surprising calmness to it. You were particularly excited to visit the DVD store that had caught your eye, likely the only other place of interest besides the arcade. You always made a point to bring something back from each mission—a habit your brothers found odd yet endearing.

"Please," you begged Dean as the three of you walked into the diner. He rolled his eyes as you all sat down and ordered the usual breakfast: two coffees and an orange juice for you. "What do you even need at a DVD store?" he asked. "Maybe it could also be a good excuse for you and Sam to investigate," you replied with a hint of amusement. Your brothers exchanged a glance and thanked the waitress as she brought the food. "She isn't wrong, you know," Sam agreed, seeing the potential in the idea. "And if it makes Y/N feel at home..." 

"Fine," Dean finally conceded with a sigh. "But after that, we're heading to the trailer park." He insisted, knowing it was one of the areas where the creature had reportedly lingered and the last place your father was apparently seen.

"Robin, I told you, the last time I flirted with a woman, I couldn't even avoid making her cringe," Steve sighed as he brought the DVD tray to restock returns. Behind the counter, Robin mentally tallied her best friend's countless failures, a smile playing on her lips. “I call dibs on the next client.” As she noticed three silhouettes entering the store, her attention shifted entirely to them. "Welcome!" she greeted them, her tone ambiguous enough to make it unclear whether she enjoyed her job or not. "May I help you?"

Your brother wore an expression of determination. Sam, ever the polite one, smiled first and quickly refocused on their primary mission: finding your father. "We just need a few pieces of information," he said, presenting their fake FBI cards. You leaned forward, peeking between your brothers. Immediately catching Steve's attention. Outside, Max and Billy, being new in town, added to the unusual sight of newcomers, especially at this time of year. Steve couldn't help but admire this in awe. "I'll go look for a souvenir. Don't wait for me," you said, glancing at them one last time before heading off. 

"Alright, Chipmunk, just don't take long," Dean replied, prompting you to roll your eyes. Steve noted the nickname, remembering it all too well. As you made your way toward the shelves of tapes, Steve remained with your brothers, soon summoned by Robin.

"It's about their father," Robin had filled Steve in on the situation. Wherever their father was, it didn't sound promising, especially with everything happening—the Demogorgon, Vecna—anything could be connected. Observing Dean's expression shift from annoyance to complete shock, as Sam realized that dismissing the student article might have been their first mistake.

"So... you're saying you fought one of them?" Sam directed his question to Steve. Usually, Steve couldn't resist a bit of ego-boosting, but the serious expression on Dean's face and his repeated glances in your direction, ensuring you wouldn't make a mess, made Steve reconsider. Perhaps setting aside the flirting was the wisest choice. Thus, he simply nodded. "Yes, thanks to Dustin, who obtained the information initially. Even the police are clueless about what's truly occurring."

The Winchester brothers exchanged glances. "Dustin?" they asked simultaneously. Steve nodded in confirmation. "Yes, and not just Dustin. We also have El, who possesses superpowers. She's been instrumental, but given your father's disappearance, someone would have found his body by now or—" Steve hesitated, unwilling to entertain darker possibilities, especially after their experience in the Upside Down. He shared a concerned look with Robin, who shrugged, considering various scenarios. "Wait—let me just process all of this," Dean interjected, taking a step back. Robin offered him a seat at the counter, which he gratefully accepted as he attempted to piece everything together.

"So, let me get this straight: first, this kid Will goes missing, then you guys run into some Demo-whatever-the-hell-it's-called, and now there's this girl with random powers who was held captive in a lab by some Vecna creep?" Dean recalled how vague his father had been on the phone the previous night, mentioning he'd be at some sort of lab. The thought worried him, prompting Sam to give his brother a concerned look. "Are you okay?" Sam inquired. Dean hummed a yes and locked eyes with Steve, who swallowed nervously. Despite only meeting briefly that day, something about your older brother made Steve fidgety. Dean paused momentarily, then retrieved an article from his back pocket and placed it on the counter. Steve immediately recognized Nancy's handwriting.

"Not to sound arrogant, but that's your source?" Steve gestured towards the paper, blinking twice. While Nancy's article was informative, she had to simplify and spice it up to attract readers for her publication, not to mention keep the whole Upside Down ordeal a secret. Steve distinctly recalled her mentioning that. However, he hadn't anticipated it would attract a group of hunters brandishing fake FBI badges. Despite his reservations, he refrained from commenting on it. "Also," he added, indicating their badges, "this whole fake badge charade doesn't fool us. We've already dealt with the Russians trying that stunt," he remarked smugly. Just as you arrived with a stack of DVDs, you couldn't help but laugh. "See? I told you those FBI badges were outdated."

Sam's lips curved into a playful smile as he observed your reaction. Despite disliking that you were traveling with them and missing out on a normal life outside of hunting, it was gratifying to see you interacting with people your age. Your formal demeanor while conversing with Steve, who nodded in response to your comment, was refreshing, as were the small interactions you shared with Robin. "Cash?" Steve inquired next, prompting an eager nod from you as Dean stepped in to pay. "But I have enough!" you protested, pouting adorably—a sight that Steve found strangely endearing. He snapped back to reality as your brother impatiently waited for him to retrieve the cash. "Want-Want the receipt?" Steve asked stuttering slightly, to which your brother shook his head. As the three of you prepared to leave the store, thanking the two employees one last time, Dean paused, causing Sam and you to exchange a curious glance. Dean clearly had something in mind.

"Can we arrange a meeting spot?" he inquired. Steve and Robin shared a glance, aware that the next day they would be assisting Dustin in searching for his friend Eddie. It appeared to be an ideal opportunity, particularly since your brothers intended to explore Hawkins' forest as well. "Skull Rock?" the younger boy proposed. Neither your brothers nor you were aware that you would have more company than anticipated. Dean hesitated, but upon seeing your radiant expression as you held the stack of DVDs you had purchased, you spoke up on their behalf before he could respond. "We'll be there!"

Steve's prediction proved accurate. The following morning arrived, and he remained uncertain whether you would indeed appear, let alone bring your brothers along. The previous night, after interviewing numerous locals, you had practically pleaded with them to join, convinced it was an excellent idea. Considering your father's tendencies, initiating the search in the forest seemed logical. "If this is because of that Steve boy again," Dean interjected with disdain evident in his tone, prompting you to roll your eyes. "It has nothing to do with him! Besides, he's taken down one of these creatures before. I'd sooner trust a DVD seller than a random sheriff at this point." You made a valid argument, and upon witnessing the resolve in your expression, Sam concurred, "She's got a point." With a sigh, Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel before starting the engine without another word and directing the car toward Skull Rock.

"So who are we waiting for exactly?" Dustin inquired impatiently, observing Steve's restless pacing. "And what's with the sudden nerves?" Robin teased with a smirk. "It's Y/N." "Y/N?" Steve spoke your name, almost offended. "Oh, so you know her name?" Robin enjoyed Steve's irritation and couldn't resist teasing him further. "She mentioned it before they departed, in case you were paying attention, lover boy."

"They?" Dustin regarded the two adults before him, clearly perplexed by the situation and the strangers they had involved. "Her father vanished, and her brothers, who are apparently hunters, were dispatched here. We're just hoping we don't stumble upon their father's lifeless body along the way," Steve explained. He hadn't intended to sound so severe, but his nerves had taken over, leading him to adopt a touch of sarcasm. His confidence faltered as he heard your brother's voice drawing nearer. "Y/N, this is nonsense. We should've contacted Castiel."

"Yes, but remember, Castiel's at the hospital right now. He needs the rest," you reminded them, recalling the events of the last hunt. "Come on, grumpy old man," you added, grabbing Dean's arm, eliciting a whine from him, while Sam chuckled, enjoying the moment. As your eyes met Robin’s, you waved at her. "Robin!"

Robin was the first to notice your arrival and approached you with a hug. You were introduced to Dustin, whom they described as the clever one, and who had some knowledge about the creatures and your father's potential whereabouts. Lucky for him, he had mentioned about seeing a man whose description bore a striking resemblance to your father's, which he promptly relayed to Dean. "So, that's how you stumbled upon this entire Russian trap?" you inquired. They all nodded in agreement, but their conversation was interrupted as Eddie emerged from his hiding spot, causing you to startle slightly.

"Dustin, you rascal," Eddie's voice reverberated in your thoughts. Amidst the chaos of your missing father and the onslaught of curses from Max and Eddie, whom you had only just met, Eddie extended his hand to shake yours, his fingers lightly brushing against yours as he flashed a smile. "Haven't seen you around before, sweets," he remarked, managing to find humor in the situation despite its gravity, prompting a slight cringe from Steve, who had been the first to encounter you. Yet, you couldn't deny that Eddie exuded a certain charm of his own. "We've been sent on a mission. My father disappeared around here a few days ago, and my brothers, who are hunters, insisted I come," you explained, introducing Dean and Sam to everyone present, including Lucas, Max, and Nancy, all of whom reciprocated with their own introductions.

"And I assume you're familiar with me," the metalhead sighed at his presence, wishing for a more auspicious introduction. You shook your head, seeking confirmation from Robin and then Steve. "Eddie," Steve answered, somewhat irritated. "The 'supposed boy' who was involved in the cheerleader's death?" your brother recited from a news article. But quickly flinched and groaned in discomfort as you took the crumpled article and hit it against his chest. "Good Lord, Y/N, what was that for?" he protested as you gave him a knowing glance. 

"Do you get a serial killer vibe from him?" you questioned, coming to Eddie's defense. “It’s alright, Y/N, there’s no need…” Observing the unfolding scene, Steve couldn't help but wish he were in Eddie's position, but circumstances had changed since your meeting with him the day before. Determined to contribute, he spoke up. "Shouldn't we be, you know, taking action instead of just standing around? Especially for their father, Dustin, and everything?" 

Dustin briefly glanced at Steve, recognizing that familiar look of jealousy. First, it was with Nancy, and now it seemed directed toward a complete stranger. Amused, Dustin couldn't resist teasing him and feigned ignorance, only serving to make Steve's jealousy even more evident. Meanwhile, you were completely absorbed in Eddie's presence, oblivious to Steve's inner turmoil. Dean, always the vigilant brother, interjected, "Come on, lover boy, no time to waste," playfully tousling your hair as he noticed Steve's uneasy glance. You muttered a few choice words before smoothing down your hair. It was endearing to witness the two men vying for your attention, but it also put Dean, the protective brother, on edge. "Sammy?" he called out, turning to Sam, who was already assisting Dustin in plotting the next course of action. "Ready?"

You, on the other hand, gave a final glance to Eddie, who appeared ready. "Lead the way, sweetheart," you encouraged. The walk proved lengthier than anticipated, and as the sun began to set, the sky revealed the first twinkling stars, a sight you never failed to appreciate. Steve made a point to remain by your side throughout. "Look!" you exclaimed, prompting Steve to recall the way your smile lit up your face. Your observation caused everyone, including your brothers, to pause in their tracks. "The stars seem larger tonight," you remarked in awe. "Are you a fan of astrology?" Eddie inquired, leaning closer to you, and you turned to regard him. "And you?" you countered. He shrugged. "Not particularly, but now that you mention it, Hawkins nights do hold a certain allure, don't they, Steve?"

"Indeed," Steve responded, the faint edge of irritation apparent in his tone. Eddie noticed, recognizing the signs of infatuation, and chose not to press the matter further. "Perhaps," he suggested, "rather than discussing stars, we should direct our attention to..."

An interruption broke the silence—a familiar screech that caused Dustin to halt abruptly, prompting everyone to freeze in place. He listened intently, ensuring it wasn't merely his imagination. "Do you all hear that?" he whispered, the sound growing louder. Your brothers remained nearby, while Steve stood steadfastly by your side. You could have sworn you felt his fingers graze yours, prompting you, out of habit, to reach for his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. In that moment, he was your knight in shining armor.

Dean swiftly seized the flashlight, his actions quickened by a piercing scream resonating through the air. As you turned to confront the creature lurking in the shadows, a chill of fear gripped you, compounded by the sight of blood dripping from its jaw. Paralyzed, you sensed its menacing presence drawing nearer with each passing second. In the blink of an eye, it lunged towards you. "Y/N!" Steve's urgent voice reverberated in your mind as Dean barked orders at Sam to take the first shot. Yet, the gunfire proved futile against the relentless creature. "Steve!" Robin's frantic shout pierced through the chaos as she tossed him the bat. Everything unfolded too swiftly to comprehend.

Overwhelmed by the sheer presence of the creature, you found your knees giving way, sending you tumbling to the ground. In a swift response, Eddie rushed to your side, offering reassurance in a soothing tone. "It's alright, it's gone," he repeated, his words a steady anchor amidst the chaos. With trembling hands, you instinctively shielded your face, attempting to suppress the rising tide of screams threatening to escape.

Unbeknownst to the group, your father had been silently observing from the shadows all along. With keen interest, he monitored the actions of his two sons and daughter, though the sight of you among them caught him off guard. This situation served as a test, one that Dean might soon recall—it was designed to assess whether the two boys were prepared to tackle cases beyond their usual scope. However, your involvement was an unexpected twist, not part of the original plan. Little did John know, another version of himself had been lurking much closer than anticipated.

Sam was the first to discern John's presence. His disbelief was palpable, tinged with a hint of revulsion at the sight of his father seemingly unscathed, contrary to the myriad theories the three Winchesters had fervently debated in recent days. "Dad? Dad?" Dean's puzzled expression mirrored Sam's confusion, just as Steve swiftly dispatched the Demogorgon with a well-timed blow. 

"Boys," John greeted with a smile that felt forced. Max, sensing an underlying unease, found herself growing suspicious. Though not intimately acquainted with the Winchesters' father, her own encounters with flayed individuals had honed her instincts. "Guys," she interjected, attempting to capture Steve's attention, "I have my doubts about him." Steve, casting a brief glance at Hargrove, immediately redirected his focus upon hearing your faint cries, ensuring your well-being as he knelt beside Eddie. Meanwhile, your brothers stood frozen in astonishment at the sight of their impostor father.

"Dean?" Max's voice reverberated in your brother's mind, prompting him to turn towards her. "Yes?" he replied, noting the concern etched on her features. An instinctual feeling swept over him, suggesting that the figure before them wasn't their father. With Sam in close proximity, Dean couldn't resist beckoning him over, yet there was no response. "I don't believe it's your father," Max murmured softly, her words carrying a weight of conviction. "And what leads you to that conclusion?" Dean inquired, though inwardly he harbored similar suspicions. Despite clinging to a glimmer of hope, he remained open to Max's insight. "Do you notice any discrepancies?" Bingo. Dean scrutinized the man masquerading as their father, discerning subtle nuances in his smile, his gaze, and the feigned affection. It became increasingly apparent that whatever entity had taken control was failing miserably at replicating their father's mannerisms.

"I'm relieved to find you all here. I was growing concerned," the voice emanated, its tone unsettling. Max's intuition proved correct. Sensing trouble, Sam moved closer while Dean hastened towards him, their actions synchronized with the abrupt sound of another gunshot. The bullet found its mark, striking the impostor masquerading as John. A sickly green fluid oozed from his mouth, portending imminent danger. His once-human eyes now glowed an eerie white. In a stroke of luck, John had managed to discharge a bullet into his counterfeit form. Sam's eyes widened in horror as he cried out for his father.

Dean's grip tightened on his firearm, grappling with the uncertainty of the situation, questioning the authenticity of the figure before him. John's eyes met yours, a silent challenge conveyed through his gaze. Despite the tension, you managed to steady your breathing, feeling the weight of the moment. With Steve's presence lending you reassurance, you stood your ground, determined to maintain composure amidst the uncertainty.

"Bringing Y/N along, really?" Your father's tone dripped with a mix of disgust and shame, causing Sam to sense the weight of the situation. Understanding the pressure you were under, he rose to stand by your side. Meanwhile, Eddie and Steve, recognizing the need for composure, subtly suggested maintaining distance, hinting at the gravity of family matters. Despite their advice, you clung to their shirts, silently pleading for their support. "Please," your eyes implored. Thus, you, Sam, Eddie, Steve, Max, Lucas, Dustin, Robin, and Nancy maintained a respectful distance, observing the unfolding events.

Dean harbored discontent towards his father's stance on involving you in the discussion. While it had been acknowledged that reaching a certain age would inevitably draw you into the hunting lifestyle, akin to Sam's trajectory, Dean remained disheartened by the prospect. He often cited Sam's own journey, pointing out how it led him to abandon Stanford and commit to hunting full-time. Unlike Dean, Sam advocated for a conventional life for you, one filled with relationships and camaraderie. The time spent in Hawkins only solidified this perspective for you. "She's prepared," Dean asserted, though John's skepticism was evident.

"Y/N, return to the car," your father's voice rang out, commanding attention as all eyes turned towards where you knelt, shaking your head in defiance. "I said, return to the vehicle," he reiterated, employing the same authoritative tone he used on Sam during the vampire hunt. Just as you were about to interject, Sam's figure materialized beside you. Sensing the escalating tension, Steve cautiously ushered Eddie away, allowing space for Sam to intervene.

 He knelt beside you, meeting your gaze with familiarity, recognizing the turmoil reflected in your eyes—a familiar sight during conflicts between your father and himself. Understanding the need to address the situation decisively, not only for his own sake but for yours as well, he inquired, "Do you want me to speak to him, instead?"

A silent sob and a nod conveyed everything. "No, Dad," Sam's voice, grave and resonant, shattered the stillness. He reserved that tone for moments of utmost gravity. Dean attempted to interject, "Sam!" but his words fell on deaf ears; Sam had already approached their father. "She's not prepared," Sam asserted, his gaze penetrating the darkness of the night. Towering slightly over their father, he leaned in, exuding an air of palpable tension. "You are the reason she departed in the first place. In any case."

"What did you just say?" John's voice carried the weight of authority, now laced with a menacing undertone aimed at both his son and daughter for their insubordination. "You heard me," Sam retorted unwaveringly, his gaze hovering dangerously close to his father's collar, poised for confrontation. Yet, he refrained from physical action, mindful of the precarious situation in Hawkins. The tension between the two men simmered, with Dean positioned between them, striving to defuse the escalating conflict. "Yes, you left when your brother and I needed you. You chose her over us! Sam! You—"

"And let's not forget, Dad, you're the one who said, 'Don't come back.' You slammed that door shut on her, not me! You were just angry because you couldn't control her anymore!" Dean interjected, seizing his brother's collar to preempt any potential altercation. John, their father, fixed his gaze on you. Sam's accusation hit home. Despite your love for him, the scars from his domineering nature and the dangers of the hunt still haunted you. Was it all to prove a point about strength? Even now, the memories of that day haunted your dreams. 

"We're all exhausted," Dean interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Now that we've found you, maybe we can head back to the motel." Sam's expression betrayed his reluctance, but it seemed like the most prudent course of action. With their father located, the Winchesters knew their business in Hawkins was concluded. However, your intentions were different. You had someone else in mind: Steve.

Steve observed the scene with mounting fury. The family conflict played out before him, and seeing you curled up, trying to hide your distress, fueled his anger. He was furious at your father for forcing you into a life you hadn't chosen, for making you feel trapped by the family legacy. Watching your brother stand up for you only deepened his ire. Later that night, while your brothers tried to calm your father. From how you would see him gently caressed your cheek, wiping away any lingering tears, and let you collapse into his arms. Murmuring soothing words such as, "Hey, it’s going to be alright. I’m here." And he meant it. He stayed with you all night, knowing that by tomorrow, you might be gone. Or so he thought.

The following night, you faintly recalled your brothers arguing, their voices rising until they stepped outside to avoid waking you. The hunt had left you drained, but your father's harsh words lingered in your mind. With your eyes closed, feigning sleep, you heard the front door of the motel room creak open. Your father entered and knelt beside you, gently brushing the hair from your face. The look on his face, one you couldn't forget, made you wonder if Sam had managed to get through to him. "I am so sorry..." he murmured softly.

His voice was hoarse from crying. Whatever they had discussed was more significant than you had imagined, affecting not just you but Sam as well. As his twin, you had always stood by his side, through thick and thin. Your father, recognizing this bond, finally broke the silence, "If you want to go to college," he said, his voice laden with emotion, "then you can. I love you."

He hadn't wanted to wake you, but his genuine words stirred you. You couldn't help but lean in and wrap your arm around his waist just as he was about to leave. Initially thinking you were asleep, his eyes widened in surprise, then softened as he smiled and returned your embrace. When your brothers returned with food, Sam smiled but refrained from teasing, not wanting to embarrass you. "Dinner?" he asked simply, the warmth of the moment lingering in the air.

Your father glanced at you as you wiped away the last of your dried tears. Nodding, you joined the three men at the dinner table. As you ate, your thoughts drifted to Steve and the longing to see him one last time. "I know we're leaving tomorrow, but..." you began, cheeks flushing. Dean, catching on immediately, spoke through a mouthful of sandwich, "The lover boy?" He raised an eyebrow. Both Sam and your father chuckled, with your father raising an eyebrow in mock confusion. "Who?" he asked, though he clearly knew. "Steve," you murmured, so softly that your family made you repeat it. "Who?" they echoed, smirking. "Steve! Alright, jeez. Anyway, I have to return my DVDs anyway."

Dean rolled his eyes, even though he was notoriously inept when it came to romance. Seeing you with someone, especially someone like Steve, was undeniably endearing. He knew Steve was a good guy—after all, he had helped a complete stranger in the woods, which had led to more than just uncovering their father's disappearance. Now they knew their dad had been flayed. While Dean hated the idea of leaving so soon, he understood that helping Hawkins was necessary. And if it meant you could spend a little more time with Steve, he didn’t mind at all. "You know," he said in a suggestive tone, "I talked with this Dustin kid..."

You met your brother's gaze, eyebrows furrowed, sensing he was onto something significant. "Spill," Sam demanded.

"Well, I also talked to Dad," Dean began. "We discovered something more sinister lurking beneath Hawkins. They need all the help they can get, so I offered our assistance. We’ll be staying a few days to start our search." Your eyes widened in shock and joy as you processed your brother's words. This meant you might be staying for weeks, even months, given the seriousness of the Upside Down situation. And it also meant more time with Steve. “So, we’re staying?” you asked, excitement evident in your voice. Dean nodded with a smile, ruffling your hair. "Don't get too excited, Chipmunk. But yes, and Dad is joining in."

You couldn't be more grateful, and as the three of you settled into bed that night, only one thought occupied your mind: Steve.

The next morning, your brothers and father decided to eat at the nearest café in Hawkins. Over breakfast, you managed to gather more information: one piece related to Max's curse and another concerning Eddie's possible connection to Chrissy's murder, a name you learned only afterward. “And I thought vampires were bad,” you quipped, eliciting chuckles from your brothers. Given your extensive hunting records and those of your brothers and father, it was evident that this situation in Hawkins was unlike anything you had faced before.

After breakfast, while your family was investigating with Dustin's help, you decided to visit the store. Steve was nowhere to be found, so you gently placed the DVDs on the counter and waited. As time passed, your patience waned. With a sigh, you left the DVDs and some cash on the table, resigning yourself to the thought that Steve might already be thinking of someone else, perhaps even kissing another girl. Just as you were about to leave, a familiar voice called out, “Y/N! So sorry, it was my break shift. I didn’t–”

Your face brightened at his presence, a wave of relief washing over you for not considering his break earlier. You watched him clumsily put on his vest and walk toward you for a hug. “You okay?” he asked, releasing you and focusing entirely on you, his eyes filled with affection. You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yes, we finally managed to talk it out with my father,” you murmured, still processing the emotional weight of the conversation.

Steve's concern was palpable, but relief washed over his face as you spoke. “Also,” he added, a smile spreading across his lips, “I heard you’ll be staying here for a while, huh?” His teasing tone made you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile, nodding your head and murmuring a soft, “Mhm.”

"Yep, my brothers insisted on helping as much as they can," you said, appreciating their unwavering support, even in the gravest situations. It was one of the many reasons you wanted to join their hunts; balancing college and hunting didn't seem so daunting after all. "This means seeing your face all day," you added with a teasing pout, trying to feign offense. Steve's chuckle and eye roll, however, told you he saw right through your playful act.

"Ouch, I am hurt," he said sarcastically, stepping closer. It was now or never, he thought. If he waited another day, another week, who knew when he'd get another chance to express his feelings. "You know," his voice became slightly hoarse as his eyes roamed over your face and body. His fingers gently brushed your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. Up close, you realized how striking Steve's eyes were—something you'd have to get used to. "I don't have anything planned for tonight," he purred, making you tilt your head in feigned innocence. You knew Steve had something in mind, even if he wasn't saying it outright.

"I was thinking of inviting you over for a movie night at my place. I'll cover the pizza," he offered, his words causing your cheeks to warm. While you felt the urge to inform your brothers, you decided to wait until later, until you were at Steve's house. "Alright, lover boy," you said, using the nickname your brother had coined for him. Steve grunted and rolled his eyes, dismissing the teasing. "So, tonight at 8, Chipmunk?" he added with a smirk, to which you responded with a playful glare.

"Eight o'clock it is," you agreed. Just as you felt the warmth of Steve's proximity, the door swung open. In walked Dustin, Max, Eddie, and your brothers. Dean, unable to resist, was the first to comment. "Alright, lovebirds, we've got some research to do. If you want my sister by eight, we need to get started immediately."

"Dean!" you protested, turning to face your brother with a glare. He smirked and followed Dustin to the DVD computer, while Steve protested for more carefulness. As everyone crowded around the screen, Sam approached you, leaving the two of you momentarily alone. "You know," he said with a genuine smile, "if you want to go to college—" You shook your head. Despite your father’s agreement, you couldn’t leave your family behind; you loved them too much. "No, I really think I'm ready," you replied. Sam raised an eyebrow, taken aback but relieved, and wrapped one arm around you in a quick hug.

"Then let’s kill this thing," Sam said, and you nodded, following him. Who would have thought that a place you initially hoped would hold clues about your father's whereabouts would also be where you'd find friends and someone to count on—Steve Harrington. "You okay?" Steve murmured as you joined him, noticing your brief discussion with Sam. "Yes, I am," you replied with a smile, feeling his hand gently squeeze yours. "I just can’t wait for tonight as well," you confessed, and you could have sworn you saw Steve's cheeks warm at your comment, which you found adorably endearing. He leaned in to press a kiss on your cheek, returning the favor.

"I am too," he said.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

HIGHLIGHTS FROM THIS EPISODE OF FRIDAY NIGHT PUNCHGROUND

(BLANK) TO THE RESCUE!

Previously, Angelus (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) defeated Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) in what was supposed to be Steve’s revenge match. Having failed to get a win over Angelus and being beaten in a decisive manner, Steve tried to move on from the feud. However, Angelus wasn’t done with him.

During this episode of PunchGround, Steve was pitted in a match against Henry Bowers (Stephen King’s IT). The match ended abruptly when Angelus ran in from the audience section and attacked Steve. Henry Bowers, confused, left the ring.

The beatdown was vicious. Unlike their last two encounters, it seemed like Angelus was hellbent on making sure Steve would never wrestle again. To make matters worse, Angelus pulled out Steve’s spike-covered bat from under the ring! Luckily for Steve, someone had arrived to save him..

[golby-moon]

so I did a thing for the @cdrcrossoverbang in which I threw some Stranger Things destiel AU content in the mix and caught an author :0 bam magic

this was an interesting banner to do. bikes are awful to draw and so are trees but uh oh I did both. thankfully nothing exploded and thanks to some helpful people in the artist channel for this bang's server, I learned how to layer the trees and such in the background and also added some spooky fog. the trees in front still kinda look bad though lol that's on me

(spoilers but that bike is supposed to be Jo's (as she's filling the role of Will) and is intentionally not girly or anything, and the house is supposed to be where she and Ellen live. so close yet so far)

here's the art piece I originally submitted, with Dean and Cas camped out in a little blanket fort complete with that weird clunky walkie-talkie thing. Dean totally saw Cas and immediately decided he needed more flannel, though the colors of their flannels are intentionally contrasting with Dean's being a warm color and Cas' being a cold one. the same but different. also Cas just looks good in purple imo

I don't usually do reverse bangs for whatever reason but this was kinda chill and I've been wanting to read a ST destiel fic but didn't wanna write it so what better plan than to dump fic ideas in reverse bangs amirite. I now have more ideas to dump but nowhere to dump them oh no though they're pretty disastrous ideas so maybe that's for the best :/

(also I may or may not have signed up for this bang as an author as well don't ask me what happened there I'm indecisive okay?)

the fic this is made for it called "Devil's Fingers" by @hexentaenzerin for the casdean reverse crossover bang (which I may or may not have been calling deancas bang instead uh)

(05/25/24)

[suiternatural]

thinking about sam and will, both were the weird kids with equally weird/loner older brothers

will and sam who have a cursed gift, who are just kids that lost their innocence because of a cruel world

[deadcityhq]

welcome to the dead city hq. set primarily in MODERN DAY NEW YORK CITY, this discord based roleplay group sees characters from an array of fandoms. primarily, characters will be members of the DOWNWORLD– demons, vampires, werewolves, witches and warlocks. all manner of supernatural creatures, living in the city that never sleeps. however, there might also be those on the flip side: SHADOWHUNTERS, angels, hunters. maybe even, on rare occasion, mundanes, humans in the loop. SEE OUR PREMISE & GOOGLE DOC FOR MORE INFORMATION!

[vivitalks]

guys i genuinely don't know what to do. my quirky little destiel fic which was already far too long to begin with now has a second smaller fic nested inside of it and somehow the second smaller fic is the absolute crackfest of this supernatural/tazamnesty crossover where dean lowkey hooks up with barclay the bigfoot and i don't KNOW what to DO. do i cut the scene. do i post it separately. do i post it separately but ALSO leave it in the fic. do i just pretend like barclay is an OC i made up and all the references to the fictional town of kepler west virginia are incidental. WHAT IS THE MOVE HERE

[whateverthedragonswant]

I just have to say that I have now seen Buffynatural on here and Strangernatural...

I love it here.

[halfpintkay]

Not me here watching Stranger Things again and picturing what Jack would be like around the Stranger Things crew (like maybe his birth happened in the 80s in Hawkins or he time traveled back there because a lot of Hawkins’ history from the 80s was covered up and he needs to know what happened for a case....yes I fully believe Jack can time travel or different universe that’s still in the 80s since Jack can open doorways to other universes). 

[theenn-stuffthatlovetodie]

it is i with another amazing story to reblog and can you believe it that I found Stanger things & Supernatural crossover,, ahh can you believe my luck..

Stranger Things Have Happened Series Masterlist

Stranger Things Have Happened

Series description: Hawkins, Indiana, November 1983. The Winchesters got out of hunting and decided to settle down in a small town. The youngest of the three, Y/N, just wants to get on with her somewhat normal life and go to a good college. But that’s a little tricky when disappearances start occurring, including her friend Barbara Holland, and there’s reports of a mysterious new girl in town. Can she balance boyfriends, teen drama and monster hunting?

Prologue

Chapter One: A Normal Sunday

Chapter Two: Where, Oh Where, Is Will?

Chapter Three: Lost To The Party

Chapter Four: Search Party

Chapter Five: Pancakes With a Side of Disaster

Chapter Six: The Battle of Troy

Chapter Seven: The Funeral

Chapter Eight: The Hunt Is Afoot

Chapter Nine: Quiet In The Library

Chapter Ten: The Truth Is Out There

Chapter Eleven: Over And Out

Chapter Twelve: Scatter and Run

Chapter Thirteen: The Battle at Byers

Chapter Fourteen: In Too Deep

Chapter Fifteen: Lost along the way

Epilogue

[impala-dreamer]

Scene 784 -

In Which Castiel Falls Into An Unexpected Rift and Ends Up On Another Channel

An Spn/True Blood Crossover

Castiel, Jason Stackhouse

2,072 Words

Warnings: Nothing but general silliness

A/N: This was a silly thing @because-imma-lady-assface said while drunk one night. "Wouldn't it be funny if Cas met Jason??" and I sat down and wrote it. It's funny and I love it. Hope you enjoy! | Originally Posted to Patreon Jan 2024

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

Trench coat flapping in the whirl of magic that tugged and pulled him through time and space, Castiel landed in the dark. The air was thick and hot. Humidity clung to his skin and he had to take a moment to quell the sweat that was quickly appearing on his brow.

Behind him, the orange rip in the universe disappeared with the distinct sound of a zipper being closed and a faint pop made him jump. Wherever he was, Castiel knew, he was now stuck for a while.

He squinted into the dark, even though his angelic vision needed no assistance. His nose scrunched up as he sniffed the air. Wetness permeated everything. The smell of mud and fresh vines hovered lingered like a heavy fog. Swamp land.

In the distance, a pair of yellow lights came racing towards him. An old pickup barreled down the dirt road, kicking up dust and rocks in its wake.

Castiel glared at the beastly machine and stepped away just before he was struck by the rusted grill.

The driver, slightly inebriated by the five or so beers he’d just shared with his best friend, slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel too hard. He veered off the road and nearly struck a tree before the truck stopped.

Flush with adrenaline and tipsy, Jason Stackhouse stumbled from the cabin and shook his head. He was dirty from a long day supervising the road crew in the hot Louisiana sun, and his muscle tank top showed off his sweaty but carefully crafted arms and shoulders.

“What the hell?” His accent pierced the quiet and Castiel cocked his head.

“My apologies.”

Jason wiped a hand down his face and carefully navigated his way back onto the road.

“What the hell you doin’ in the middle of the road?”

Castiel looked him over, head to toe, and tried to divine some sense of who he was and where they were. Nothing came to him.

Jason, troubled by the blue eyes perusing his frame, waved a hand in front of the stranger’s face. “Hello? Anybody in there?”

Castiel cleared his throat. “Where are we?”

A laugh hit the air. Jason smirked and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Mister, you might be as drunk as I am.”

The angel frowned. “Where are we?” he asked again.

“Uh…” Confused, Jason’s face squished a bit towards his nose but he figured the man was lost, and he did feel the need to help. “Bon Temps.”

There was no recognition.

“Louisiana… Earth.”

Castiel looked around at the trees and starless night. “Which Earth?”

Jason laughed again, harder than before. “Which Earth? Man, you are drunk. You need a ride or somethin’?”

Castiel pulled in a deep breath, using all of his senses to suss out where he had landed. The atmosphere was strange; gravity was pulling slightly to the left. This wasn’t his Earth. It didn’t even seem like it was on the same universal plane as his Earth. He was somewhere else. Somewhere slightly off and strange.

Arms crossed over his big chest, Jason watched the man watch the sky. His beer buzz was fading as curiosity and concern rose. “Do you need help?”

“I may, yes.” Castiel ran through options in his mind. He tried to tune into Angel Radio, but only a faint white static came back to him. He checked his phone, but there was no service. He closed his eyes and sent out his Grace to feel for his friends, but wherever he was, Dean and Sam Winchester were not.

He sighed. “What year is this?”

Jason scratched at his stubbled cheek. “2008.”

“Back in time as well.” Castiel nodded and took a step towards the left, then changed his mind, spun around, and headed right.

“Hey, man,” Jason quickly followed. “I don’t think you should go walkin’ out here by yourself.” It was clear to him that the stranger needed help. For one thing, he was wearing a suit and trench coat in the middle of the hottest summer Louisiana had seen in a few years, and another, he didn’t know which Earth he was on. Something was up and Jason couldn’t walk away.

“I’ll be fine,” Castiel said gruffly.

“I- I don’t know, it can get awful dangerous out here at night.”

Castiel paused and turned to look at the concerned human. “Why’s that?”

Jason chuckled. “Well… vampires. Where you been you don’t know about the vampires?”

“I am well aware of the existence of vampires.” He leaned in and stared at Jason. “How do you know about vampires?”

Another laugh. “Well shit- they’re everywhere now. Since they all came outta the coffin and all, they’re takin’ over just about everything. Hell, my sister Sookie’s been sniffing around one the last few weeks, and I’ll tell you somethin’…” He leaned in, whispering. “I ain’t no racist or nothin’ but… I do not like that fanger datin’ my sister.”

Castiel stood back up and leaned away. “Yes, well. That’s all very… interesting.” He started off again.

Jason followed.

“You tellin’ me you don’t know about this?”

Growing annoyed, Castiel huffed. “I’m not from here. And, I need to find a way back to my Earth.”

Jason scratched his head like a confused child, which, compared to the ancient angel, he was.

“Uh- what?”

Castiel stopped short and spun around to face the man. “What is your name?”

He stood up tall and smiled. “Jason. Jason Stackhouse. Pleased to meet ya, uh-” His extended hand hung in the air, unclaimed.

“Castiel.” He shook the man’s hand as was customary.

“Shit, that’s a weird name. Cas-teal…”

“Cas-tee-el.”

“Cas-T-eal. Got it.”

Sapphire eyes rolled in aggravation.

“So, Cas - I’m gonna call you Cas, if you don’t mind- what the hell were you doin’ standing in the middle of the road?”

“That’s where I appeared. The rift took me before I realized what was happening and I ended up here. I need to find a way back.”

Light blue eyes darkened in utter confusion. “Huh?”

“Nevermind,” Castiel sighed.

Jason held up his hands. “Hey, man, I’m just tryin’ to help you out. You look like you need lots of help.”

“Unfortunately, you seem to be correct. My powers aren’t working properly here.”

“Powers?” Jason took a big step back and reached for his pocket knife. “Shit. What the fuck are you?”

“I am an Angel of The Lord.”

Jason laughed nervously. “A angel? Like from church?”

Castiel sighed once more. “I’m not from church, no. I am from Heaven. Created by God before the universe was conceived.”

The human nodded, pretending to understand. “So, like, what? You sit around on clouds playin’ harps and shit?”

“No. I do not play a harp. I was a warrior.”

“But you’re not no more?”

Castiel blinked absently at Jason and then gave up. He spun around and aimed for the dark road through the trees.

“Hey- wait!” Jason’s boots sank a bit into the soft ground as he caught up. “OK, so you’re a angel, not from this Earth, which means there are other Earths out there and- well, fuck. That’s weird, but after all the other shit lately, it ain’t that bad.”

Castiel eyed him suspiciously. “You’re a very odd person.”

Jason smiled, a little taken back. “Hell, no one’s ever called me odd before, but I kinda like it. Better than dumbass or jock. It’s like sometimes people only see you as one thing and they can’t get past it, you know?”

Castiel paused, considering. “Strangely, yes. I do know.”

“So, what are we lookin’ for, Cas?”

“I was pulled through an unexpected rift in the universe. Something that had to be made by an extremely powerful source. I’m not sure what did it, or why it sucked me in, but here I am. I can deal with that later. Right now, I need to find a power source that I can harness to send me back home.”

Jason, ever the kind soul, did his best not to look at Castiel like he was insane. “OK, then! Let’s go find you a power source.”

Castiel smiled softly. “You’re really OK with all of this, aren’t you?”

“Listen,” Jason shrugged honestly and smiled. “I may not have any idea what the hell you’re talkin’ about. I don’t know what a rift is, or whatever, but I do know, you need help, and since I almost killed you with my truck… Well, I guess I’m obliged to help you out. Also, you’re gonna get yourself killed out here alone.”

“No Earthly being can kill me.”

Jason laughed and clapped a hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “Also, you might be insane. I’d feel bad if somethin’ happened to ya.”

“I do appreciate your concern, Mr. Stackhouse.”

“Ah, you call me Jason. We’re friends now, Cas.”

With a stranger’s arm around his shoulder, Castiel went off in search of a way home.

A dozen minutes later, Jason paused by the edge of the road, looking off into the darkness. “What are we lookin’ for anyway? I guess there won’t be like a transformer or somethin’ just waitin’ for you.”

“No, most likely not.”

“Then what?”

Castiel turned around on the spot, peering through the trees around them. He shut his eyes and tried to feel anything nearby. He was disappointed.

“Are there any places you can think of that feel strange?”

Jason laughed. “Buddy, this is Bon Temps. Whole place is haunted or weird or got somethin’ happenin’.”

“Hmm.” The angel pondered his options. “Is there any place that feels particularly off to you? Any place that gives you chills or you’d rather not be around for long?”

“Hmm.” Jason pondered the question. He tapped a tanned finger on his lips. “Well… I always get kinda jumpy in the cemetery. Just figured it was all the, ya know, dead people.”

Castiel figured it was as good a place as any to start. “Can you take me there?”

Jason smiled proudly. “Sure can!”

Despite being soaked in the darkness before dawn, the cemetery was beautiful. An old iron archway welcomed the living into the land of the dead, and beautiful flowering trees surrounded rows of gravestones.

Castiel felt it immediately. There was a rush of wind against his face; his senses tingled. He closed his eyes and took a breath. A surge of power was coming from a small pond in the center of the cemetery, and he immediately took off towards it.

“You find something?” Jason asked, rushing up behind him.

Castiel held his palms out, feeling for the source. “I think so. There is a large amount of collected power here. It’s not of this world, which, I believe, is why I can sense it.”

Again, Jason had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded hopeful. “Well, I’m glad. What now?”

In an instant, Castiel’s eyes glowed bright and a light erupted from his palms. He breathed deeply, collecting the ambient power from the pond and the air around it. It concentrated in his grasp, mixing with his Grace until a long, orange strip appeared a few feet away. It glowed brightly and Jason shielded his eyes.

“What the fuck is that?”

Castiel lowered his hands and smiled. He’d done it.

“That, Jason, is a rift in the fabric of the universe.”

“The thing that dropped you off here?”

“Yes.”

Jason stared at the glowing line and shook his head. “Shit. This is somethin’ else. So, what, now you jump in there and go home?”

Castiel nodded. “Hopefully.”

“What if it drops you off somewhere else again?” Jason asked, worried.

“Then I try again.” Castiel turned to Jason and held out his hand. “Thank you for all of your help, Jason Stackhouse.”

Jason took his hand in both of his and smiled warmly. “Good luck, Cas. I hope you get home safe.”

Castiel smiled. “Good luck with your vampires.”

“I feel like I’m gonna need all the luck I can get,” Jason chuckled.

With a friendly nod, Castiel made his way to the rift and took a deep breath. He couldn’t be sure it would take him home, but it was worth a shot.

He stepped through and the orange light vanished with him.

Jason stood still, staring at the space where the man had been. He scrubbed his hand down his face and sighed.

“This place is really getting ridiculous…”

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[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

HIGHLIGHTS FROM THIS EPISODE OF MONDAY NIGHT FRESH

BILLY HARGROVE TRIES TO BREAK HIS LOSING STREAK

Previously, Billy Hargrove has lost two major matches in a row. He lost to Spike (Buffyverse), and then to Aragorn (Lord of the Rings) in his return match. Feeling salty about these two losses, Hargrove claimed that he will retire from ABW if he loses to his next opponent.

Wanting to see Billy gone, Dean Winchester (Supernatural) challenges Billy to a match, which he accepts.

[the-east-art]

Easts Supernatural Fic Recs

Since's I've been combing ao3 for good SPN fics, and exactly one person (@ennael) said they'd like to see what I've found. A trend you may notice that I'm not a big shipper - shipping is sometimes a little seasoning, but never the star of the show. ]

Passing Ships - BrownieFox

Summary: John gets injured during a salt and burn and a stranger brings him back to the hotel

Notes: This is the first fic in a series that got me looking for SPN fics again. It explores the idea of late series Sam going back in time and trying to prevent the various tragedies that lie in the future. The REALLY interesting part is that this is all done from an Outsider POV - from the young Winchesters as they meet this strange man that seems somewhat familiar. Because of that POV you never really know what Sam is up to, which builds some suspense and curiosity.

(The rest under the cut!)

you gave up half your life - loosingletters

Summary: When Dean and Cas disappeared, Sam was lost. But in a world that had nearly broken apart so many times, he wasn’t the only one who needed support and guidance.

Alternatively: (Salty) Post Season 7 Fix-it in which Sam Winchester accidentally starts organizing a bunch of Hunters all while trying to find his brother.

Notes: I knew this would be good but for some reason it took me a while to get to it. It turned out to be REALLY good. This story really focuses on how people need people, and honestly the stars of this show are the Hunter ocs that flavor the fic - all of them are so unique and different, and make the world feel truly alive.

mad and dead as nails - EclipseWing

Summary: “Your brother is missing.” That’s how it starts. But now Dean’s dead, gone, or maybe he never really existed in the first place. Maybe Dean was never real, and it was always Michael. Because if Sam knows one thing, it’s that Michael is all that is left.

Notes: Honestly this fic is a better analysis and thesis on Free Will than the actual story. This fic does a GREAT job at utilizing Jess as a character and works with the similarities between Dean and Michael as well as the concept of self. HIGHLY recommend.

Ain't No Grave - art_savage

Summary: When John Winchester wakes up to a post-apocalypse future, he only wants to know two things: where are his sons, and just what brought him back? AU in which the apocalypse caused a lot more trouble and ended a little differently.

Post apocalypse story that kind of searches for plausible 'happy' endings for the characters that doesn't keep them chained to the roles they inhabited during the main story. It's kind of low key but I super love it.

The Other Side - EclipseWing

Summary: In which Castiel has no idea what pulled him out of Hell, but he knows that he doesn't expect Dean, or his puppy-dog eyed brother Sam (what sort of angel names were those anyway?) who happens to be on the run from the other angels.

Notes: easily the best swap au I've managed to find. I'm a sucker for stories where Sam and Dean are actually Lucifer and Michael, and this story takes it in a fun direction!

When Worlds Collide - elfinblue

Summary: When a kidnapped Tony DiNozzo is rescued by legendary - and supposedly dead - serial killers Dean and Sam Winchester, the NCIS team takes over the Winchester investigation. What they find is a file filled with contradictions and impossibilities. This is an attempt to cross these shows but keep both in canon.

Notes: an NCIS crossover and the only fic here that is on ffnet cuz they never crossposted, but its worth it I promise! This fic is particularly good because it takes place mostly from the NCIS characters perspectives as they find ways to apply logic to the strange happenings around the winchesters and their works. Reads like a tv episode pacing wise which is awesome. Does have canontypical fat shaming and transphobia which sucks tho.

Anyway those are my absolute faves but I also bookmark my stuff on ao3 as easternCriminal so there's more there!

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight - December 2023

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@mayalaen -

Other SM names? - Mayalaen on AO3, Discord, Twitter, Bluesky, LiveJournal, Dreamwidth, etc.

OTP? - I'm a multishipper so no true OTP.

Other fandoms? - Mostly Stranger Things, OFMD, Stargate SGA/SG1, Star Trek, X-FIles, and Angel the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I'm interested in a lot of fandoms.

Looking for in the Pond? - I like to encourage people to write and create and I like to make friends in fandom. I was referred to the Pond for that by some members.

Something to signal boost? - I run a monthly writing/art challenge on AO3 called SPNColdestHits that you guys have already been boosting (THANK YOU!!). It's multifandom now and accepts art and original fic, not just fanfic. This is the AO3 collection link and of course, we're @spncoldesthits here on Tumblr, but we're also on Discord, Twitter, Bluesky, and Pillowfort.

Pairings you read? - I'll read pretty much any pairing, poly or otherwise. I'm not interested in reader insert, but I've read some.

Genres you read? - I prefer darkfic and/or kink, but I read anything.

Favorite writer(s)? - Xanthe Walter, but they haven't been active in fandom for about 2 years now.

What do you like to write? - My favorite is darkfic, D/S AU, and kink, but I also love writing crack and all other genres.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - It's newer but it has the least amount of hits from the list of non-crack/non-gift fics and is an SPN/Blacklist crossover. Caging the Mongoose.

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I really would like to write some SPN/HDM fusions. I keep toying with the idea, but have never posted any of them. I always work better when I have prompts or ideas from others to spur me on.

.@leatafandom -

Other SM names? - @leatawrites, Leata (AO3 and Discord)

OTP? - Sabriel

Other fandoms? - Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Marvel, BBC Merlin, Star Trek, Doctor Who

Looking for in the Pond? - I could use some help with tags and challenging myself to write different things.

Pairings you read? - Ships, Gens, Poly fics

Genres you read? - Angst is my favorite but fluff and smut are always wonderful

Favorite writer(s)? - Yes, @idabbleincrazy on Tumblr or Gabriel_is_my_guardian_angel89 on Ao3

What do you like to write? - Angst, Horror, Smut, Bittersweet/Sad Things

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - My most underappreciated story is probably one of my original horror short stories. My most underappreciated fanfic is probably Becoming One,Two, and One Again.

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -I really would like to write more horror however I feel like I struggle with expressing fear, scenery/detail descriptions, and word choice

@oganizediguana -

Other SM names? - Oganizediguana on Discord

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - I tiptoe through many fandoms, but SPN is my home. Good Omens

Looking for in the Pond? - I’d love to get encouragement for writing and the confidence to share my work. But I’d also love to just meet interesting people.

Pairings you read? - 99% destiel

Genres you read? - I read it all, but mutual pining slow burn is what makes me feel all the things. I love a good canon-compliant AU. I’m happy with anything that ends happily. Or at least hopefully.

Favorite writer(s)? - On AO3: NorthernSparrow, tenoko1, saltnhalo, there are so many amazing authors in this fandom!

What do you like to write? - Everything seems to turn into angst.

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I’d like the confidence to share what I have written.

@dragonslayer-5fanfiction -

Other SM names? - Ao3- Dragonslayer5

Other fandoms? - haikyuu, daria, lotr/the hobbit, tmnt

Looking for in the Pond? - I just want to make friends and read good fanfic. I like to beta read. Maybe write some fanfic, but I have writer's block rn.

Pairings you read? - Reader insert

Genres you read? - Fluff, crack. One bed, and arranged marriage forced proximity tropes.

What do you like to write? - Reader inserts. Fluff.

Masterlist! AO3 Works list

Most underappreciated fic? - Do You Think About Me? (not SPN)

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -Honestly, writing two characters from the Fandom. I typically stick to reader insert, and I'm a little scared I won't get the characteristics right or the dynamic.

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

[deadcityhq]

welcome to the dead city hq. set primarily in MODERN DAY NEW YORK CITY, this discord based roleplay group sees characters from an array of fandoms. primarily, characters will be members of the DOWNWORLD– demons, vampires, werewolves, witches and warlocks. all manner of supernatural creatures, living in the city that never sleeps. however, there might also be those on the flip side: SHADOWHUNTERS, angels, hunters. maybe even, on rare occasion, mundanes, humans in the loop. SEE OUR PREMISE & GOOGLE DOC FOR MORE INFORMATION!

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Writer's questions Game

1. How many works on AO3? 788

2. Total AO3 Word Count? 886,420

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos? -- all fics are on ao3

Got a Date? (Harry Potter x Reader)

Counting Kisses (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Little Known Secrets (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

I’m Scared For You (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Five Times Draco Sees You (Draco Malfoy)

4. What fandoms do you write for?

SPN, DCEU, MCU, Stranger Things, a few others..

5. Do you respond to comments?

i defitnely try to, but dumblr's, well, dumblr. lol

6. Angstiest Ending?

i have no idea, tbh.

7. Happiest Ending?

i normally dont do happy endings lol

8. Do you get hate?

occasionally, which i chose to delete and block. I'm 31 years old, i have little patience for that shit.

9. Do you write smut?

im no good at it lol.

10. Do you write crossovers?

i think i have two mortal kombat x MCU one shots.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

probably not, since my writing is shitty anyway lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

a few of them a few years ago.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

no. i honestly lack the patience for it.

14. All time favorite ship?

DeanBenny... but recently its Destiel or Arthur Ketch x Dean Winchester

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Songbirds and Gunfire would be the main one because my brain refuses to want to work on it despite my need to. nobody commetns on it and it's such a bummer because it's the one i desperately want people to talk to me about.

16. Writing Strengths?

lately, it's descriptives, i think, also, angst, as per usual lol

17. Writing Weaknesses?

smut.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

no preference

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, i was OBSESSED with Drarry in my teens lol

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Fade to Black it's a vampire! steev rogers x human!reader with vampire! nick fury.

Nobody tagged me in this, but someone on my dash did it so i copied it, sue me lol

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