#spn supernatural

[dogearedheart]

don't ever change. we're making it up as we go. cas, we’re getting out of here. I gave everything for you. I am hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you. we’re going home. I'll go with you. part of me always believed that you’d come back. I always come when you call. I’m not leaving here without you. understand? dean, I can go with you. sorry, but I’d rather have you, cursed or not. I'll watch over you. I prayed to you, cas, every night. I won't hurt dean. I did everything I could to get you out – everything! I did not leave you. everyone you know, everyone you love, they could be long dead. everyone except for me. cas, buddy, I need you. I'll come with you, dean. you just met yourself. I’ve known you for years. you asked me, 'what about all of this is real?' we are. it's a gift. you keep those. you changed me, dean. don't make me lose you too. I love you. I need you.

[dykejugheadjones]

hoes hate me for pointing out the incesty undertones in this goddamn show!! (spn)

[sweetonsugden]

I’m currently confused. I’m on 13x11 and Castiel has been gone since episode 7 and they don’t seem concerned.

They were all looking for Jack when Castiel and Lucifer got kidnapped by Asmadeus. Dean and Sam knew he was running leads then he just up and disappeared. They tracked his phone to a bar where there was obviously a fight.

Then what? They found Jack, but they don’t even bother calling Cas to let him know they found the kid? Now Jack’s missing again in an alternate universe and they still haven’t tried to find out where Castiel is.

Does that make sense??? They JUST got him back from the dead after suffering his loss and they’re not even worried about where he is?? Dean’s not even frantically calling like he usually does.

WTF??!!

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Catching On

Sam looked up from his pile of books when a tired-looking Dean walked past him, carefully balancing a tray with food, a digital thermometer peeking out of the back pocket of his jeans.

“Another rough night?��

Dean stopped, keeping an eye on the bowl of soup on his tray.

“Yeah. That cough, man,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s doing a number on him. He’s sore as hell, and he has no clue how to deal with it.”

Sam grimaced in commiseration. Being human was hard enough for Cas. And riding out his first illness wasn’t making the experience any easier.

“It’s the flu, Dean,” Sam said matter-of-factly. “He’s bound to feel horrible, and I know this is all new to him, but he’ll get through it. Don’t worry.”

Dean glared. “I’m not worried. I just wish he’d shake it already so we can all get back to normal.”

Looking at Dean’s haggard face and the shadows under his eyes, he knew his brother was putting up a front. Since Cas had fallen ill a few days ago, Dean had been displaying the kind of mother-henning concern he’d only ever shown towards Sam whenever he’d been sick. He’d trekked back and forth between the kitchen and the room he’d made up for the angel, coaxing tea and broth into him, dispensed fever meds and cough syrup and sat with Cas for hours. Not for the first time, Sam wondered about the nature of their relationship, but he wasn’t going to pry.

“Well, if you keep sitting with him, we’re not going to get back to normal anytime soon, because you’re going to catch it as well.”

Another glare. “I don’t get sick.”

Sam shrugged. “Your word in Chuck’s ear.”

Dean’s eyes were shooting daggers now. “Don’t mention that asshole to me! For all we know, he could be responsible for this.”

“For Cas’ flu?” Sam arched an eyebrow.

“Why not?” Some of the soup sloshed over when Dean’s elbows jerked upwards. “He’s had fun using us as toys before. Can’t kill them with an apocalypse? Shoot ‘em down with the common flu. It’s just his kind of humor.”

“Dean…”

His brother was taking this far too seriously. It was a recent pattern. Dean would never admit to it, but since Cas had lost his grace and become human, Dean’s protectiveness had shot into overdrive.

“Soup’s getting cold.” Dean grunted and turned away to resume his trek towards Cas’ room.

Sam shook his head, unsure whether he should be annoyed or amused by his brother’s new behavior. At least it was taking his stern eyes off Sam for a bit.

xxx

Some time later, Sam went to fetch a book from his bedroom. When he walked past Castiel’s room, he paused, curious. The door was ajar, leaving just enough room to allow a view on Cas, propped up on a mountain of pillows, and Dean perched on the edge of the bed. Cas had his eyes closed, and Dean was wiping his fever-flushed face with a wet cloth.

“Thank you,” the angel mumbled, voice even raspier than usual.

“Better?”

Sam pricked his ears at his brother’s gentle tone.

“Cooler,” Cas replied. “I had no idea body temperature could be such a source of discomfort.”

Dean wiped the cloth along Cas’ jaw and down his neck with a soft, rueful smile.

“Being human’s a bitch, Cas. But you’ll get used to it.”

Cas sighed with relief when Dean pulled his t-shirt down a bit and ran the cloth along his sweaty collarbone.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m such a nuisance. And I smell like a nuisance.”

He sniffed and wrinkled his nose at the stale, sickly smell that permeated the room. Then his grimace dissolved into a cough. He doubled over, bracing his ribs as deep, hacking barks ransacked his chest. Immediately, Dean’s hand was there, supporting his back, drawing soothing circles until the spell passed.

“There you go. That’s it.” When Cas sank back, Dean efficiently rearranged the pillow fort around the angel and reached for a steaming mug on the bed stand.

“Ugh,” Cas rasped. “You should go away. I’m disgusting.”

He looked disgusting, Sam had to agree from his spot by the door. Castiel’s hair was sticking up in sweaty whirls, his skin was blotchy, and his blue eyes were dim and blood-shot. It had been days since he’d shaved, and he needed a shower.

However, Dean didn’t seem to care.

“You’re not,” he said firmly. “And you’ll feel better soon. Here. Drink this.” He proffered the mug to Cas.

And then, to Sam’s utter amazement, Dean leaned in to place a quick, soft kiss on Castiel’s forehead.

In the hallway, Sam suppressed a noise of surprise and quickly turned away from the door, out of sight.

Yup, he thought, feeling a smile spread on his face. Dean’s going to catch that flu alright. And it looks like it’s worth it.

[mishapocalyse]

Sam Winchester request baybee ✨

Sam (I'm picturing season 2 sammy) with a psychic girlfriend, maybe they form some kind of link and can communicate telepathically?

Always On My Mind

Description: Sam Winchester and Reader share a telepathic line of communication which always earns weird looks from everyone else.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Psychic!Reader

Warnings: None

Note: Super Short Drabble! Love it!

Sam Winchester and you had been staring at each other for quite some time. The conversation entirely about if the two of you had everything ready for the show the two of you had planned to go see.

Although, a hunt had been going down just a couple miles up the road, didn't mean that you couldn't share a date night with your boyfriend.

Sam: You want to grab dinner after the show or before? My treat?

You:Yeah, of course! I would suggest after. I don't think I could handle sitting for three hours with a full stomach. Makes me want to puke right now.

Sam: Please don't. I'd feel bad.

While the two of you were continuing to stare at each other, Dean had entered the room carrying his lunch to partake in. When he caught sight of you guys intensely gazing into each other's eyes he visibly green uncomfortable.

"Will you guys quit that Carrie/Mind Conversation shit. Creeps me out."

Same Winchester flipped around to shoot his older brother a dirty look, you giggled helplessly, shaking your head.

[omegaverseloversunite]

@samanddean76

[alwaysdeanw]

good morning jensen nation ❤️

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Word Count: 1032

Warnings: A/B/O, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, leering, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, murder conviction, parental dominance,

*Additional warnings will be added

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Square filled: @spnkinkbb -DeanJohnSam @anyfandomdarkbingo -Free Space

A/N: Each part follows in sequence

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Part III

Sam found himself standing in a T junction.

The back of the building had been altered, now a mixture of original storage spaces on the left and prefabricated rooms to the right with the loading dock straight ahead. 

His wolf led him down one of the hallways towards the scent of home intermingling with blood, seeing light pooling out a doorway, hearing the sounds of cursing and bodies impacting each other.

A quick look-see around the door jam revealed harsh fluorescents bathing everything in stark, washed-out colors: a dying Beta lays in a pool of their blood not far from a very pretty, blonde Omega who’s weeping, kneeling next to a richly attired Alpha holding her leash. They’re passively watching two other Alphas engaged in a fight.

One Alpha abruptly spun, sending arterial spray across the back walls, dead before they hit the floor while the remaining Alpha redouble their efforts to restrain a naked, bloodied female who’s holy fuck..an Omega killing Alphas! 

Sam watches astonished that the O, while tiring, wasn't giving up when another Alpha barreling past roughly shoves him bludgeoning the O with a blackjack, knocking her over, and repeatedly strikes to make sure she stays down. 

The Alpha then drags her across the concrete floor stuffing her in a heavy-duty, wire dog crate picking up a hose cranked the faucet full blast rinsing the blood before turning it on the caged Omega.

“Sammy!”

The voice skids into the room.

“What the fuck is the matter with you..you can’t just disappear like that, you had us freaking out!”  

Dean flashed to when after he turned sixteen Sam disappeared on his watch, shuddered, remembering their sires' reaction when he got back. Two weeks later he found Sam unharmed in Flagstaff.

He exhaled like then in relief, adrenaline ebbing, the scent hitting his system, grabbing his brother and dragging them both down the hallway spots John standing at the junction relieved before reverting to norms.

“If you ever do that again,” John admonishes in a tight voice not expecting the, “but sir, I found the right one,” response.

“What are you talking about son?” Sam points towards the room, “I saw an Omega fighting three Alphas and offed two of them!” 

“Are you sure it was an Omega?” John sounded doubtful when the scent hits him, making his wolf jolt seconds before his hunter's instinct flipped. 

The palatable taste of the O was so thick, along with the fresh blood overloading his senses felt his canines begin to elongate, and quickly wrestles control back, hears his eldest growl, and his eyes flash red...

“Dammit Dean, get back here!” 

John found him arguing with an expensive suited Alpha and in his peripheral, a leashed Omega was reaching into a wire cage shaking another one’s arm.

“Winchester, you have no right to be back here!” Helms yells as he marched into the room and the suit stopped arguing with Dean and turned on the dealer.

 “You think you can try and sell me damaged goods Helms,” pointing to the cage, ”I have no use for that thing!!”

John looked back at the cage and saw Sam trying to communicate with the leashed Omega but she was too frantic and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

Shit!!

John rushed over to move him out of harm's way before the suit realized the young Alpha was touching their newly acquired property orders, “step away from them.” Reluctantly Sam shifted, angrily growling when the injured O moaned and the other started crying harder as his sire squats down to inspect the O’s.

The caged one appears larger than her blonder sibling, John’s unable to tell by how much since she’s curled in the fetal position but can see her full, pink lips, cinnamon-freckled skin, and smelled nothing like the other.

Helms thought he could pass off these O’s as twins? No wonder the suits pissed.

She turns her head towards them, partially opening one fox-tilted eye revealing the same mosaic as Sam’s, and said pups' scent deepened, smelling like rutting Alpha. 

“Dean, take your brother to t..” John didn’t finish as his eldest green eyes widened and doubled over wrapping his arms around his middle moaning in pain.

Fuck, she’s triggering them both!

“Dean! I gave you an order!” he commands in his Alpha voice. 

“Sonuvabitch..come on Sammy!” Dean groaned tugging his dazed brothers' jacket, each using the other as a counterbalance, and stagger for the door when John felt the blonde O touch his leg and heard her whisper, “please help, he’ll kill her!”

He eyed the suit still arguing with Helms, who was going on about some contractual blah blah blah when a painful noise made John look back at the injured O reach out, stroking the other’s arm in a comforting manner reminiscent of what Dean did when a young Sam had one of his nightmares. 

She’s got strong protective instincts, he thought, that’s why she took on Alphas manhandling her twin.

The suit loudly exploded, “I paid a lot for twins..you promised you could deliver!”  Helms continued babbling something about a deal being a deal and it was never stipulated the O’s had to be identical blah blah blah.

“Hey! What are you doing over there?” 

The suit marched over and John felt his hackles go up expecting an altercation instead tugged on the O’s leash leading her across the room, and tethers her by the door before addressing John.

 “I understand you need an O to keep your son out of jail so I’ll make you a deal. You can have that thing," he points to the cage, "for a dollar, save me the effort of getting rid of it.”

“You can’t go making side deals in my establishment!” Helms screeched. 

The suit uses his status dominance over the Beta, “you lied about the product, and since I’ve signed all the contracts, as you keep pointing out, I can do whatever I want with my property,” address John again, “are you interested or not?” 

John can see the beaten O heading into shock and her twin's eyes pleading for help.

“You have a deal,” John says solemnly.

Part IV

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Schedule

Please feel free to ask questions ❤️❤️❤️

WIPs - Active

Poolverine x Reader (Deadpool and Wolverine movie; will be posted in @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes )

MoL OC

King Ketch/Prince Consort Dean

The Fluffstiel Bang - Story Modern AU

The Fluffstiel Bang - Story 2.0 Medieval Fantasy AU

No, I canNOT decide which one I wanna do for the @the-fluffstiel-bang and have I have until November 2nd to decide, so I’m gonna keep writing them both. I’m already at the 5k minimum for both. Now it’s finishing the story.

Plan to Publish in 2024

FicFacer$ Request, Due October 31st

Anniversary Road Trip, Ch 3 (finish)

In The Mood, Part 2

Surprise Me, Part 2

Ask Request: Sheriff!Beau Arlen/Undercover Agent!F!Reader (Blue Sky)

Maybe—Ask Request: Sam Wesson/Archangel!Gabriel, S4 E17 Rewrite, POV Sam

Plan to Publish in 2025

Romancing the Hunter, Ch 17

Castiel’s Wings, Ch 3

Blood in Heaven and Hell, Ch 19 and 20 (final battle; finish)

Ask Request: Billy Butcher/FTM!Reader (The Boys)

Ask Request: Jensen/Older Woman, Film Industry OR Dean Winchester/Hunter!Older Woman!Reader

Ask Request: Stanford Era!Sam/Professional Student!Methos (Adam Pierson), Slow Burn (Spn/Highlander X-Over)

[wouldudoit4ascoobysnack]

Is this not an episode of Supernatural??

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

lol. True

Bitches will find a fictional man attractive and then immediately imagine him in situations where he is losing alarming amounts of blood

[mishapocalyse]

OR how about Dean actually doing a whole LARP experience with Charlie on one of his days off hunting, and he convinces Cas, Sam, (and/or his gf, the reader) to go with him. He’s a cute little dork, :’) — 🧸

Dean, Your Majesty Awaits

Description: Charlie takes Castiel and the Winchesters to a Renaissance Fair. Unbeknownst to them, the reader is the queen, Charlie's best friend and Dean's significant other.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None.

Note: Under the 500 word prompt. I really really enjoyed this one!

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“I do not understand this activity.” Castiel prompted as per usual when he did not fully comprehend what human hobby he was partaking in.

Charlie chuckled as she stood to fix his wears, adjusting the sword strapped to his hip. Dean Winchester strolled in with Sam, holding a large plate of food in which Charlie picked from to Dean’s dismay.

“Ay, get your own!” He yelled.

“Better finish that quickly, D. Show’s about to start.” Charlie clapped her hands and strode towards the opening of the tent.

—————

Charlie, The Winchester’s and Cas all stood in front of the large wooden stage shaded with a much larger red tent, decorated with gold trim and flowers of all kinds. Four men dressed from head to toe in armor stood poised in front, swords digging into the red clay mixed with dirt and wood chips.

Another man came to the front, facing the crowd as he cleared his throat, arm raising to silence the crowd of other larper’s.

“Oi! Will all of ye shut thy trap’s and face the front!” He hollered.

Charlie, glanced over at her friends who all stared back at her, giving the same expression.

“What’s up his ass?” Dean asks, Charlie nudges him to shut up.

“We are in the presence of many of warriors, but in the presence of no kings! Our king was befallen to a dark night and fell into the grasp of death leaving our widowed Queen to rule alone. We fight for her hand and rightful place by her side! Who will succeed? Who will only perish on this day? Go! Ready your men as we will strike soon!” Bellows the man dressed in the royal colors.

Music plays as everyone murmurs while the sea of people separate. Dean’s eyes widen as he laid his gaze onto you, his girlfriend, dressed in royal garb.

“Is that?”

“Yes, Dean. This is why I dragged you here.” Charlie answered.

Your eyes caught his as he pushed through the people to get to you. He was blocked by the knights.

“Speak thy name, filthy mudsnipe. What says you to even dare to whisper to thy Queen?” The knights question Dean who rolled his eyes.

Another man approaches and stands in front of the guards.

“Hey buddy. You can’t just walk up to the Queen. You know the rules. Besides, its our team that’s going to win.” He sneers.

Dean opens his mouth to say something when you pushed the knights aside.

“He is my secretary, the right hand man to my royal round table. He and his men may enter my quarters.

“But they-i.”

“Nothing more-let them pass.” You ordered.

————

Dean still partook in the fighting, you watched him wack people out of the way. Charlie ate from the food table, free for you and your men to eat. By the end, Dean and Charlie’s team did in fact lose when Dean was the only one still around. A whole team had to be left to even decide.

It was time to choose the man and team that would run beside you for the next season. Sighing you slipped open the envelope while wandering eyes stared up at you on your throne.

The envelope did indeed read the White Raven Clan, and the leading man who heckled your boyfriend earlier. You looked over at the leader who ogled you from a distance. Then back to Dean who leaned against the railing a bruise forming on his face, a little blood from his nose from playing around too hard with everyone.

You knew you shouldn’t do this, but you were the one who ran the events in your community, and by far this was Dean’s second one and the first one that you and him had been together at.

So why not bend the rules a bit?

You threw the envelope into the fire pit that sat next to you turning chicken and stood up abruptly.

“You, the single man who stands in front of me. The lone warrior who single-handedly fought alone in the end. I hereby decree that you shall continue to stand by my side, not only as my right hand, nor my secretary, but my King and betrothed, brave sir.” You holler as a fury of claps and hoots sounded. You exited the stage shortly after they crowned Dean.

“Hey, where’d Y/N go?” He asked Charlie who smiled.

“Dean, your Majesty waits for you in her private quarters. Give her hell.” She laughs, slapping him on the back, his crown slightly tilting down.

“I love this place.”

[alwaysdeanw]

everyone who has met jensen always described him like the wonderful man he is 🥹

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Word Count: 759

Warnings: A/B/O, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, leering, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, murder conviction, parental dominance

*Additional warnings will be added

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Square filled: @spnabobingo - Alpha Challenging Alpha

A/N: Each part follows in sequence

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Part II

“I need one under 18.” 

Sam’s head snapped up in shock..that wasn’t the plan. The Omega was to be older than Dean, preferably one that had been sold before, making them cheaper to purchase.

“Dad, why are you wanting..” 

John cut him off with a low growl provoking Sam’s inner wolf to reciprocate, neither noticing Helms studying their interaction with interest. 

Alpha Winchester can’t completely control this beauty like the other one..the boss will be pleased to learn about these developments. 

“House O would normally do as your eldests property on paper,” Helms interrupts, “but I know this judge, they will not be satisfied with that alone.”  Both Winchesters have matching, confused expressions and before John can ask what that meant he continues, “so I have to take into account your packs unusual dynamics, a Pack Omega, while as scarce as Phoenix ash, would be perfect but alas, there’s your social standing.” 

Sam snorted. It wasn’t the first time someone brought up their social standing, not so sly code for being a dirt poor pack. “The best option will be a Feral. Lucky for you, we have a fair selection of resales, this way gentlemen,” he leads them deeper into the building.

Deans his wolf whines watching his pack move farther into the building while all he could do was stand there as ordered to and observe these unfortunate creatures being bartered over like the livestock society considered them. His sire knew it would eat at his ingrained, perpetual guilt and was part of the penitence he had to endure it because, once vexed, John Winchester never forgave or forgot.

Sam's wolf was getting more restive the longer they were in this den of iniquity. 

He couldn’t see Dean from where they were study’s the O who’s caught his sires' interest instinctively knew she was all wrong started vocalizing his displeasure without realizing it.

 “What’s your problem now?” John barked at him.

“These O’s are your type sir,” Sam replied with his usual bluntness that made John's jaw clench, grudgingly reflecting on his youngests observation.

As Dominant Alpha of his pack it was ultimately his decision regarding how they functioned, including matings, internally cringed remembering an inadvertent confession he’d made awhile back.

It was a typical night.

Sam was sitting at the rental kitchen table finishing up some calculus homework while John lay sprawled on a couch between drunk and passed out drunk. 

He started talking about the House O’s, how Mary wanted to get one when they found out she was pregnant with Sam, saying that Dean was a handful to deal with and, as an Alpha herself, didn’t possess the natural instincts to properly care for multiple pups and he could pretend to be happy with his pack, she knew all the times he’d left was renting out one.

The purchase never happened.

Sam’s skin felt uncomfortable finding out the mother he never knew, the one his brother practically worshiped, tried purchasing one. Then John started drunkenly lauding the pleasurable attributes of O’s have, and as his details became more graphic Sam grabbed Dean's CD player, pumpin up the volume and continued working even though they would be leaving soon. 

When John passes out, Sam shoved the books into his backpack and went to the shared bedroom retrieves his cobbled-together, black market laptop Dean secretly got him and fired it up, researching this century’s history concerning O’s, learning of twisted truths and obscure provisions in the Hibbins Procurement Act the government schools purposefully omitted bolted to the toilet.

Dean came rolling later finds the laptop on the bed immediately starts worrying. His brother never left it out when their dad was around, catches a wif of sick and finds him laying on the bath floor thinks he’s picked up an illness fusses like always, tucking him into bed and stays up rest the night keeping an eye on him.

Sam knew the only reason John wanted him near was an additional jab at Dean, to emphasize his failures. Fuck, he hated their sire using him to guilt Dean whenever he displeased him.

Surveying the area for hidden trouble Sam grabbed his chest feeling his inner wolf hurl itself against its cage of skin and bones then frantically pacing around growling home home home in his mind flicks an eye towards his sire, who hadn’t noticed his reaction, too distracted by another O Helms is talking up. 

Following its instincts, he slowly backs towards the door marked private that someone left ajar and slips through unnoticed.

Part III

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Lmao

So, destiel getting caught