#spn: out of the darkness into the fire

[fandom-hoarder]

Two things about this:

1: She WAS wearing a nametag, actually. Lol he saw the mark of cain on her chest.

And

2: Once again, Dean receives credit for a Sam thing lmfao.

_

BONUS: lock and key

[thebeautyofspn]

11x01 Out Of The Darkness, Into The Fire

[shirtlesssammy]

Dean Winchester every day -- 219/326

Supernatural 11x01//Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire

[heller-proof-of-the-day]

January 17th

Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire (11.01)

Yep, he stood next to a poster, BAM instant bi-ness.

Context:

Cass scene that nobody cares about.

Considering that a lot of hellers proclaim they are LGBTQ (not that I would call them liars, but....) you would think THEY would know better than to define a sexuality based on a nearby poster.

And does that poster make EVERYONE that stands near it bi? Nah, just Dean Winchester.

[thismustbefakeminespn]

11.01 Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire

87/?

[caranfindel]

This is Sam at the beginning of 11.01. And we don’t talk enough about the fact that he’s about to go through so much trauma in that hospital, dealing with people infected by the Darkness, becoming infected himself, finding a cure… all of that only hours after his brother beat the crap out of him and came very close to murdering him. And I’m not blaming Dean for what he did under the influence of the Mark, or for accepting Death’s deal to save the world from what he could become. I’m just saying, wow, what a truly awful span of days for Sam.

(And when they finally get back to the bunker there’s a bloodstained floor and a pile of gasoline-soaked books and this is fine, this is all fine.)

SUPERNATURAL (2005-2020) | 11.01 ↳ Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester

[mmaeeve]

daily dean quote #15/366:

“just a couple hours ago, i killed death. i’m pretty much open for anything.”

- season 11, episode 1, out of the darkness, into the fire

[misswynters]

By the fire light

Jacaerys Velaryon x gn!reader

[warning: fluffiness that’s all!

[synopsis: You and jace spent time in the library, talking about nonsense.

[note | send requests and asks. y’all love my jace fics so here ya go! more

The library in Dragonstone was a haven of serenity, its high shelves brimming with ancient tomes and maps. The crackling fireplace illuminated the room with a warm, inviting glow. The scent of aged parchment and burning logs mingled in the air, creating a cozy atmosphere perfect for a quiet evening.

Jacaerys Velaryon and you were nestled in one corner of the library. Jacaerys had managed to find a comfortable spot on a large, overstuffed armchair, while you were curled up in a soft, velvet armchair across from him. A large table between you held an array of books, scrolls, and a few scattered quills, though both of you seemed more interested in each other than in your studies.

The fire's light danced in Jacaerys’s dark eyes as he looked up from the book he had been pretending to read. His gaze drifted to you, who were intently absorbed in a book of your own. Your brow furrowed in concentration, and a small smile played on your lips as you turned the pages.

���Do you think,” Jacaerys began, breaking the comfortable silence, “that if we had a dragon in this library, it would prefer curling up by the fire or snoozing among the books?”

You glanced up, your eyes meeting his with an amused sparkle. You closed your book with a soft thud and stretched your arms before replying, “Definitely curling up by the fire. Dragons do seem to like warmth and comfort, don’t they?”

Jacaerys grinned, leaning forward slightly. “And what about us? Do you think we’d be like the dragon or the books?”

You raised an eyebrow, playfully challenging him. “Are you saying you’d rather be a dragon?”

Jacaerys chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “I think I’d prefer the dragon’s company. Much more exciting than a pile of dusty old books.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible, Jace. Always finding a way to distract me.”

Jacaerys’s eyes softened as he leaned closer. He reached out and gently took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. “But isn’t that what you love about me?”

Your heart fluttered at the gentle pressure of his hand. You looked down at your intertwined fingers, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “Perhaps. But don’t let it go to your head.”

He grinned, his smile widening. “I’ll try, but no promises. I do enjoy making you smile.”

You sighed contentedly, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both looked at the fire. The warmth of the flames and Jacaerys’s gentle presence created a perfect moment of tranquility. You felt as though nothing else in the world mattered except this quiet, shared moment.

As the fire crackled and popped, Jacaerys began to softly hum a familiar tune, the melody intertwining with the rhythmic crackle of the flames. The gentle sound was soothing, and you closed your eyes, letting the warmth and peace envelop you.

“Jace,” you murmured, “sometimes I think I could stay here forever. Just us and the fire.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his voice a warm murmur in your ear. “I could think of nothing better. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “I’m glad we have these moments, Jace. They mean more than you know.”

He pulled you a little closer, his arm wrapping around you protectively. “Me too. And I promise, there will be many more.”

The fire continued to dance and crackle, casting a golden glow around the room. In the heart of Dragonstone, surrounded by the quiet presence of the man you loved and the warmth of the fire, everything felt right.

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[little-diable]

A Sacrifice for Him - Dean Winchester (smut)

I'm finally back to writing! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean and the reader get into a fight on a hunt, forcing them to part ways. But while Dean tries to drown his anger in beer, the reader is being kidnapped. Will they find back together to finally admit their feelings for one another?

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), unprotected piv, mentions kidnapping and some typical SPN violence, friends to lovers, happy end of course

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.9k words)

Dean had his eyes focused on his hands, on the semi-cold bottle of beer he kept clinging to as if it was his lifeline, saving the older Winchester brother from drowning. His heart was pounding, still fired up from the fight he had found himself tangled in, growling angry words at (y/n). Fuck, his words kept ringing in his ears, followed by the sobs that had clawed through her, angry tears that had rolled down her cheeks like wine staining a piece of linen. 

The evening had started like many others, with the three of them hiding away in a corner of the new bar they had stumbled upon. Once again were they trapped in an unfamiliar town, following clues to fight against whatever kept the people living here on their toes. While Dean and Sam were preparing to fight against a nest of vampires, (y/n) had focused on something else, something that had pushed them into their fight.

Sam had found shelter in the bed of a girl he had met that very evening, giving his brother and (y/n) some alone time, hoping that they’d finally get over themselves and give into the feelings they’ve been fostering for years. But their evening had taken a few unforeseen turns, forcing annoyed grunts out of Dean as (y/n) tried to explain her theories, thoughts Dean couldn't and didn’t want to follow. 

By now he couldn’t remember why he had been so angry, perhaps he had been angry at himself, for not being able to speak those words he had always wanted to speak, confessing the love he felt for her. By now he couldn’t remember what she had replied, why she had tried to convince him of the ideas keeping her awake late at night. 

“Fuck.�� Dean threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he drowned his last gulps of beer. It took him a few moments before his eyes found the bright screen of his phone, freezing as he realised how late it was, as he realised how many hours had passed since the fight, hours since he had last seen (y/n). 

Without thinking twice, Dean dialled her number, teeth running along his lower lip, anxiously waiting for her to pick up. But she didn’t, forcing Dean to deeply exhale, thumbs flying over the screen as he messaged her a few words, asking her to call him back. His green eyes kept staring at the seconds and minutes passing by, minutes where he was met with nothing but silence. 

Dean anxiously rose to his feet, reaching for his car keys to drive back to the bar where he had last seen (y/n), where he had stormed out into the dark night, leaving her behind. He couldn’t help but curse himself for being this stupid, for giving into his anger, leaving her behind with tears rolling down her cheeks. His heart picked up its pace as he parked in front of the bar, giving himself a few moments to try and regulate his breathing, picking up on nothing but silence. He couldn’t listen to any music, not when his thoughts were running wild, painting pictures that had an awfully sombre feeling to them. 

She’ll be okay. She’ll be okay. She has to be. Dean kept chanting the words, dirty boots meeting the ground as he walked back into the almost empty bar. With his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, Dean made his way to the bartender, staring at the elderly woman that seemed to recognise him, greeting Dean with a simple “Did you forget something here? I can’t promise you’ll find it, somebody most likely took it with them.”

“I’m looking for my friend, the woman I was here with.” His words had an unfamiliar tone to them, dripping with fear, with desperation. The woman studied him for a moment, palms pressed to the surface of the bar. Her eyes flickered to their surroundings, wandering to the booth where Dean and (y/n) had been sitting all these hours ago.

“She left a few minutes after you, I haven’t seen her since.” A heavy sigh left Dean, murmuring a small “Alright, thank you” before he left the bar once again. With his phone pressed to his ear, Dean made his way back to Baby, finding shelter in his car, back pressed against the leather seat. 

“Hello?” Sam’s tired voice rang in his ears, forcing Dean’s almost teary eyes to momentarily flutter close. “Dean? What’s wrong? It’s almost two am.”

“She’s gone.” Hurt flushed through him as the words rolled off his tongue, adding to the weight resting on Dean’s heart. His palms were sweaty, clearly projecting the fear he felt, the uncertainty making him tremble.

“What? (Y/n)?”

“Yes, fuck, who else could it be?” It took Sam a few moments to reply, Dean could pick up on a few rustling sounds, on an unfamiliar voice that asked Sam why he was leaving. 

“Pick me up, I’ll wait in front of the diner we had lunch at.”

……

Reader's POV:

She woke with a gasp, eyes shooting open, forced to blink a few times before she could adjust to her dark surroundings. Heavy breaths left (y/n), trying to move around on the chair she had been tied to. Her insides screamed at her to call out for Dean, hoping that he was close.

The memories of their fight kept flashing through her mind, forcing a groan out of (y/n), once again realising how heavy the tension between her and Dean was. Fuck, no matter how angry she was at him, she’d always try to reach out, wanting and needing to feel him close. 

“You’re awake, finally!” (Y/n)’s eyes found the dark ones of an unfamiliar woman, hands balled into fists to prepare for whatever may happen to her. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest, unable to breathe through the emotions rolling upon her like a tidal wave. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been trapped in a situation like this, without Dean or Sam close, hell, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had been on a hunt on her own. “We’ve prepared everything for you.”

“What are you talking about? Let me go!” Her voice had a raspy undertone to it, making (y/n) wonder how long she had been out for. The woman’s laughter rang through the darkness, disappearing from (y/n)’s sight before she could ask another question. Panic flushed through her, spurring her on as she tried to tug on the rope keeping her tied to the chair, hissing whenever the rope burned her skin, leaving ugly marks. 

Before (y/n) could even try to loosen the rope she heard the sound of a metallic door being pushed open, exposing other women that followed the one that had spoken to (y/n) moments ago. She froze in her movements, wide eyes taking in the burning stake she could see from her chair. The flames kept growing higher, flashing through the dark night, forcing goosebumps to rise on (y/n)’s forearms. Was this hell? Was she trapped in another world she couldn’t escape from?

“The time is finally right, we’ve been waiting for this moment for years, and the second we saw you, we knew. You're perfect for Him.” The woman from earlier kept talking to (y/n) as a few other women freed (y/n) from the rope. Before she could try to fight her way out of their grasp, she was picked up by them, carried outside as they chanted words she couldn’t understand. 

“Let me go you freaks! What the fuck are you doing?” (Y/n) could feel the heat of the flames on her skin, making sweat pool on her forehead like raindrops falling from the sky. No matter how much she tried to toss around in their grasp, there was no way out for her, and slowly it began to dawn on her that she was their sacrifice, about to be tossed to the flames. 

“Don’t fear the flames, he is waiting for you.” She couldn’t concentrate on the woman’s words, could only focus on the heavy tree trunk being brought closer, forcing her against it. Once again they wrapped some rope around her body, binding a crying (y/n) against the tree trunk. Dean’s name left her lips over and over again, hoping that the older Winchester brother would come and rescue her. 

“Please, you don’t have to do this.” The whimpers rolled off (y/n)’s tongue like a prayer, hoping that the women would wake from their state, that they’d realise how fucked up this very situation was, but they didn’t seem to pay her crying any mind.

“We have to, otherwise He will punish us. He asked us for sacrifices, so we gave them to him.” A groan left (y/n), reminding her of the words she had shared with Dean, how she had tried to convince him that they were hunting down a satanic cult, picking up on the carvings they found, on the signs and symbols. 

The women began to form a circle around the burning stake, chanting words in Latin, words (y/n) couldn’t pick up on. No longer were they focused on her, leaving her standing in the pale shadows of the dark night. Once again she tried to free herself, tugging on the rope as tears ran down her cheeks, tears that only picked up their speed as she felt a warm hand finding hers, making her heart pick up on its beat. 

“We got you, sweetheart, stay quiet for me.” Dean’s voice rang in her ears, forcing her eyes to flutter close for just a second, giving into the relief she felt. The women kept speaking their prayers, kept singing their songs, not noticing how the two brothers freed (y/n), how they guided her through the darkness with quick and quiet steps, leaving the forest behind before the women could notice them. 

……

“Come here.” Dean was sitting on the all too uncomfortable mattress of her motel bed, arms opened. (Y/n) moved closer, freshly showered, in a desperate need to feel Dean close. Without speaking a word she crawled into his opened arms, head resting on his chest, limbs tangled with his. Both were caught in their thoughts, reliving the past hours, glad that the two of them got to share a room while Sam slept down the hallway. Dean’s hand moved up and down her back, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric of the shirt of his she was wearing, covering her just enough to hide her panties. “I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry for saying all these words, I didn’t mean them, I was angry, at myself.”

“Why?” The word was murmured against the fabric of his dark shirt, hand fisting his flannel, scared that she’d be ripped from him again. A deep, shaky breath left Dean, eyes focused on the parts of her face he could admire from above. 

“Because I’m scared about what you make me feel, it’s been years, and I’m still so fucking scared of what you’re doing to me. I can’t concentrate around you, fuck, every hunt we’re on I’m close to throwing a fit, because I’m so scared you’ll end up hurt.” With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) lifted her head off his chest, eyes finding his forest green ones. She reached her hand out to cup his cheek, feeling his stubble pressing into her palm. 

“I feel the same, always have. But I’d rather worry about your safety than not worry about you at all, Dean.” He stared at her for a few moments before he closed the gap between them, lips slowly moving against hers, testing the waters as if he was scared that he was trapped in a dream. (Y/n) was pulled closer by Dean’s hands finding the back of her thighs, making her straddle his lap, hissing as the fabric of his worn out jeans rubbed against the inside of her thighs. 

A few curses left Dean as her clothed panties met his bugle, rubbing against his hardening cock, desperate to be freed from the confines of his clothes. Their moans blended together, forming a sound so sinful they’d end up in the darkest corners of Purgatory. 

“I need to be inside you, finally need to feel you wrapped around my cock.” Dean’s words forced a moan to claw through (y/n), eyes wide as she was flipped around, landing on the mattress with her back pressed against it. She watched Dean pull his flannel and shirt over his head, rising from the bed to step out of his jeans. (Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t help but wander down to his boxers, taking in the sight of his cock pressing against the thin fabric. 

Before she could snap out of her thoughts, Dean had already pushed the shirt she was wearing up her chest, exposing her breasts to his glistening eyes. Their eyes kept holding contact as his mouth found her warm skin, sucking on her hardening nipples, kneading her flesh with his big hands. Fuck, the mere thought of ever missing out on this left her trembling, silently thanking Dean and Sam for rescuing her, for saving her from the high flames. 

“More, please.” Her whispers left Dean smirking, forcing him to kiss his way down her body, fingers moving along the outlines of her damp panties. Once again their eyes met as he pulled the fabric down her legs, nestling between them to push his mouth against her heat. Her moans guided him on, hand finding his hair to tug on his roots, to force him even closer as his tongue brushed through her slit. Dean moaned at the taste of her arousal, hoping that he’d forever get to cherish her taste, finding pleasure in the way she choked on her gasps, how she moaned his name. 

“You taste so sweet, I always knew I’d end up being addicted to you, sweetheart.” Heat flushed through her, urged on by his praises, by the words that left her heart racing and her walls clenching around nothing. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close as he pushed two fingers into her tightness, tongue pressed against her clit, teasing the pulsing bundle of nerves. He could tell that it wouldn’t take long for her to let go, no longer used to being touched like this, and certainly not by the man she had been in love with for years. “Want to feel you wrapped around me, want to make you cum with my cock.”

Another “Please” left (y/n), watching him free his cock, pumping himself a few times before he brushed his tip through her slit. Both held their breaths as he pushed into her, forcing her walls apart with a few curses rolling off his tongue. 

“Shit, I’ll never be able to stop fucking you, you feel so good.” Dean felt as if his soul was no longer part of his body, it felt all too unfamiliar to experience something he had wanted for this long, not used to ending up on the good side of fate, guided by a lucky strike. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the room, rough thrusts that left (y/n) choking and Dean groaning, hoping that they’d be able to last a few moments longer.

“Don’t you dare stop, I’m begging you.” (Y/n)’s words were murmured against his lips, chasing his mouth for a few more kisses as Dean pushed her closer and closer to the edge. His warm fingers took care of her clit, adding the right amount of pressure to push her into the veil of darkness that wrapped itself around her. With her eyes closed and her head thrown back (y/n) gave Dean enough room to suck on her throat, leaving marks she’d proudly wear the next morning, unable to stop her smile from widening whenever his eyes would flicker down to her throat.

“Come on, cum for me, doll.” Dean’s raspy words pushed her over the edge, moaning his name as he fucked her through her high. He didn’t stop moving, prolonging the moment for long enough, till he had to pull out, relieving himself on her stomach. Their eyes met, lips unable to stop themselves from sharing another kiss before Dean plopped down next to her. He reached for a tissue, cleaning her up with gentle touches, careful not to hurt her. 

“Thank you for rescuing me.” (Y/n)’s whispers forced Dean to open his arms, to pull her closer once again as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll always rescue you. Tomorrow we’ll take care of these crazy bitches, I promise.”

[fandom-hoarder]

I love when actors are reused for different roles in Supernatural and I just make up a headcanon about how it's the same person. (See: s2 Eli = Benny under an assumed name)

Did you know the wife of a guy who dies from razors in the Halloween candy in "It's The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester"... gets remarried and, in 11x01, asks her new hubby to start swinging with another couple shortly before Crowley possesses her and kills them all?

[thebeautyofspn]

11x01 Out Of The Darkness, Into The Fire

[shirtlesssammy]

Castiel every day so often -- 76/139

Supernatural 11x01//Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire

[follows-the-bees]

Changing Channels analysis (cause this episode is so good!)

Let's first talk about Dean and how he relates to TV — and how that also relates to his sexuality!

Near the beginning we see Dean, mouth open, straight on staring at a dramatic medical show. From a character analysis, we see a couple things. Television has shaped so much of Dean's life and how he relates to it and uses it to relate to other people.

Dean uses these tv references to relate to others. But sometimes he tries to hide his viewing habits. During this scene, Dean tries to play off watching the show as a fluke, but even before the facade is lifted later on, he mentions: "I think it's based on a book," this tells us that Dean knows more about this show than he's letting on.

Later on, when Dr. Sexy makes his appearance, Dean is starstruck: blushing, first afraid to look him in the eye. He doesn't seem as fixated on the female doctor, the one notably in the elevator in the first scene. In fact, that character is obsessed with Sam.

It is Dr. Sexy Dean is obsessed with, the one where Dean can't put up the facade, who looks down blushing and sees that his shoes are not his usual sexy cowboy boots. For many people, this is one of the loudest Dean being bi episodes.

Moving on to a slightly related note: Cas

This episode is only a few after Free To Be You and Me and The End. If we take into account Dean and Cas' friendship by the time CC aired, Dean and Cas have become better friends. They worked a case together spending a lot of time together. Then Dean saw Cas in another world follow him to the end — a su*cide mission. And he realizes not only what Cas would do for him but his feelings about Cas may be deeper than he originally thought.

Throughout this entire episode he worries about Cas. He brings up Cas many times, worried about where he is. (At least 3 times it's brought up) And near the end, when they figure out who the trickster really is, one of the first things Dean does is threaten Gabriel to bring Cas back.

Dean was worried about losing Cas. He had to experience it in The End and I don't think he was ready to lose him again.

During the Japanese game show, the host also calls Cas "pretty boy angel" leading to a series of facial expressions on Dean's face. These expressions can be read as Dean realizing that Cas is pretty. Another example of both Dean's bisexuality and his feelings about Cas. Cas is also part of the reason Dean figures out who the trickster really is.

When Cas comes back for the second time and the trickster shows up, the trickster shows his cards. Cas says "if it is the trickster," then Gabe recognizing Castiel, and being so adamant about the apocalypse, Dean figures it out. I love this moment because sometimes SPN capitalizes on making Dean dumb for laughs, but this is a moment of Dean's brilliance. Also notable is that Gabriel is aware of who Castiel is. Castiel was not a worker bee angel, he led a garrison, he was tasked with getting the righteous man out of Hell. Gabriel and Cas are one of the few angels to fall and choose humanity over angels.

Cinematography

I wouldn't be me if I didn't mention the amazing cinematography that SPN can have. Angel fire shots are always so pretty and can cast a sinister light on the subject. This episode goes from a light-hearted sitcom to once of the biggest reveals of the season.

The light wallpaper and bright lights turn into a dark and dreary wet pipe factory matching the tones of the reveal. Sam and Dean were not aware of their roles in the apocalypse fully until this episode. They knew that Dean started the seals and Sam releasing Lucifer, but not about being vessels. Out of a sense of guilt and duty, the boys are trying to stop the apocalypse in their own way. But now they have this heavy weight on them, not only are they vessels but their fate is for one of them to kill the other. Even with this knowledge, Dean says no, they won't kill each other. Their siblingship is strong here even after the short break up of a few episodes here.

While CC starts off as a fun romp, when we look deeper, it is full of great character analysis of the TFW. I love it.

Original post here

[headcanonforthought]

SPN headcanon thing?

None of it was real. Sam survived the fire that killed his mom, but John went back inside for Mary and died. Dean became a "bad kid" in the foster system, so he and Sam were sperated. Dean landed himself in jails and prisons all the time, loosing all contact with Sam. Sam got adopted by a nice family who raised him best they could. They sent him off to college where he originally enrolled for a law degree. But upon meeting his girlfriend Jess she convinced him to follow his passion for writing instead. He wrote many successful articles and short stories but his publisher soon wanted a book series. Sam decided on his book series after a terrifying nightmare about his now wife Jess dying horrifically and a horrible demon being the culprit. He writes, "Supernatural, A Winchester Tale" a series where his life takes an alternative route. His father is alive and a demon hunter, his brother is his best friend. Jess dies by a demon and Sam swears revenge. The first book alone in ground breaking, and soon the complete "Winchester Tales" total 10 books, a TV series, a spin off book series "Angle of Heaven" based on Castiel totalling 4 books, and another spin off series "Farher of Darkness" Surrounding Lucifer set to come out soon.

[foggysirens]

If Destiel (yes the ship) got tossed into the Star Wars universe, which one of them is naive enough to accidentally join the dark side and why is it Cas?

love how you had to specify the ship ajdhdhdkjf that absolutely made me laugh so hard

but okay so this set my brain on fire because you’re so very right in the respect that if we were to plop spn characters into the star wars verse it does, from a narrative point of view make the most sense for cas to be part of the dark side - the only thing is that i don’t think it would be because he naively joined, cas would been conscripted

castiels arc in supernatural of being an angel of the lord who falls from the armies of heaven and grace after finding himself embroiled in with humanity is none too dissimilar from the character arc that finn goes on in the last jedi - they have both found themselves raised to be soldiers, to take orders and to not ask questions and fight in the name of the order they serve. this is all they have ever know but suddenly in the midst of the battle between good and evil they are suddenly unsure if what they’re fighting for is right anymore. and once they know, once they see things for what they truly are, they fall. crossing lines to try and take a stand for what they believe they must, even if it takes them a while to get there. because they both see the good in what they were told to destroy, want to save and protect and love instead. this arc also follows a lot of the same beats as agent kallus from star wars rebels!! thinking on it i would say in a lot of ways cas is a lot more like kallus - what with their the military rankings and training experience and overall demeanour - and i can see him having a similar career in/path out of the empire as him. the arc still stands. cause yeah, the ‘imperial officer turned rebel’ is a reoccurring theme in star wars!

so if we look at that and then we look at castiel, a character who is, admittedly, naive at times, his character fits so perfectly into star wars into that role as someone who was brought up and trained under this regime but ultimately rebels once that illusion is shattered and the free will to change has been realized and (while not diminishing the internal character work that this entails) a lot of the time there is that one focal person who extended the hand in the first place - who gave them that wake up that acts as the foil in this arc (think poe and rey and zeb) and in this au’s case it absolutely would be dean because he’s who it is in spn canon for cas as well !!! (and like, come on, dean fits the han solo bill of being the scruffy hero with a soft heart so well, and he absolutely joined the rebellion with his ancient but pristine pre-empire ship that they use to run jobs and spy on the empire while posing as different officials)

like, im so sure that there already must be so many amazing fics out there that are about just this because the spn/cas/destiel beats parallel so perfectly with star wars that i could talk about it forever !!! they would find each other in every universe !!!

anyways yeah sorry that was so long but TLDR; yeah cas starts out apart of the empire but then he sees dean winchesters pathetic face and joins the rebellion

[cleighwrites]

Demon Blood Makes the Best Lube

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Jensen as Dean x Jared as Sam

Summary - Jared gets an itch only Jensen can help scratch.

Word Count - 1,812

A/N - This was written for the @spnkinkevents role-play weekend! The prompt was Jared playing demon blood!Sam manhandling Jensen as Dean from the always amazing @jld71, who also beta'd for me. If you're at all queasy about fake blood, this is your warning!! lol

Also, let's just pretend they knew what would happen in the next season for this one... I couldn't help the quote!

Warnings - NSFW, fake demon blood as lube, anal (fingering, sex, rimming), incest role-play

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Jared had an itch under his skin that he just couldn’t scratch. He knew what it meant and how to get it gone. But he needed Jensen to play along. 

They shot Dean finding out about Sam drinking demon blood that day. It had been emotional for both brothers, but Jared was feeling amped up from the adrenalin that came with pretending to be hopped up on drugs gave him. He’d also shot a rather steamy scene with “Ruby” that day which got him a little riled up. He needed a way to get things out of his system, which gave him an idea. 

He grabbed his phone and shot Jensen a quick text. 

> Tell Cliff we’ll get a ride home

> Don’t change out of your costume

> Meet me on the seedy hotel set, 15 minutes

They’d been done filming for a little while and he and Jensen had just gotten back to their trailers after debriefing with Bob about their shots for the next day. Most of the crew should be finishing up everything now, so fifteen minutes should be plenty of time for them to be alone on set. 

Jared paced in his trailer as he watched the minutes tick by. By the time he was meant to meet Jensen, it felt like an hour had passed. He took his time walking to the specified set, stopping by the props trailer to get something necessary for what he had planned.

The set was dark and the door groaned when Jared opened it. His heart beat wildly in anticipation when he heard it click shut. 

“Hello? Jared?” Jensen called from the other side of the wall. 

“No ‘Jared’ here,” Jared called back, his voice cool and sure, just like Sam’s. 

There was a slight pause while Jared rounded the faux wall to find Jensen sitting at the foot of one of the beds still in Dean’s clothes. Jensen straightened up when he saw him. 

“Sammy?” he asked, concerned. “What’s with all the cloak and dagger? Did something happen?” He stood and walked toward him, reaching a hand out to touch Sam’s bloodstained face.

“I’m fine, it’s not mine,” Jared swiped his hand away. 

“You were with her, weren’t you?” Dean asked, full of anger, hurt, and accusation. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. And we were interrupted,” Sam retorted.  

“Oh, pity,” Dean rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.

“You’re the one that pulled that fire alarm, Dean. Why?”

“Because if you have to skulk around in seedy hotels, you shouldn’t be doin’ it!” Dean was right back in Sam’s face.

“Like this place is so much better?” Sam motioned to the room around them, peeling wallpaper and musty sheets and all. 

“Yeah, well, it ain’t the Ritz, but at least it’s not a crack den.” 

“I’m not on crack, Dean.”

“Might as well be,” he said sadly, looking at Sam’s bloody lips. 

“You’re just jealous because I can do things you can’t,” Sam smirked, knowing he was pushing Dean’s buttons. 

On cue, Dean’s jaw ticked. “I don’t need this from you,” he said, then shoved past Sam on his way toward the door. 

Sam was quick though, with a new dose of demon blood coursing through him. He reached out and grabbed Dean’s arm, turning him to face him. 

“Let go, Sam,” Dean growled. 

“You gonna make me?” Sam responded, voice pitched low; taunting. 

Dean tried to jerk away, but couldn’t shake off Sam’s hold. 

“Like I said, ‘we were interrupted’.”

“Sammy,” Dean warned before trying harder to shake off Sam’s grip. 

“Guess you’ll have to do,” Sam said, hauling Dean back to the bed Jensen had been sitting on before. 

“What are you thinking, Sam? Just cuz you’re all hopped up on demon blood, don’t mean you gotta take it out on me!” 

He was putting up a real struggle now, but Sam was stronger. He arranged them so that Dean’s knees were pressed against the mattress, then shoved him. Dean fell back with a thump and tried to roll to the side quickly, but Sam was quicker still and had him pinned before he could make it off the side of the bed. 

“Sammy, this isn’t you. Don’t do this, man,” Dean begged, already giving up his fight. 

“It was always going to end up this way, Dean.” Jared ran his nose along Jensen’s jaw and sniffed his neck. He smelled like Dean. “You, me, here.”

“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself, Sam,” Jensen said with a smirk. 

Jared chuckled. Of course, Jensen would call him out on a Lucifer quote from the next season they’d already talked to the producers about. It was just too good to not use in the moment. 

“Why else would you be so jealous of her, Dean?” Sam licked his way up Dean’s neck. 

Dean struggled again but to no avail. 

“You can’t escape this.” 

Sam sat upright, keeping a firm hand on Dean’s chest, rendering him immobile. He slipped a vile out from his back pocket and laid it on the bed next to them. Dean’s eyes went wide. 

“I ain’t drinking no demon blood, Sammy, you can forget it!” he yelled. 

“It’s not for you to drink, Dean, relax.” 

“Yeah, right, easy for you to say,” he snarked. 

“You’re going to enjoy this, trust me.”

“That demon has rotted your brain out, Sammy.” 

“On the contrary,” Sam started, rucking up Dean’s shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. “She’s made me so powerful.” His lip twitched into a brief smirk. “You wouldn’t believe the things I’m capable of now.” 

“Oh, I bet I could,” Dean grumbled, then let out a surprised yelp when Sam’s hand wrapped around his half-hard cock. 

“You want this, brother,” Sam said on an exhale.

“Don’t,” Dean’s voice broke over the word, making Sam’s pulse skyrocket. 

“‘Don’t’ what?” Sam asked just before kissing Dean’s mouth and stroking him at the same time. 

Dean went pliant underneath Sam, and Sam knew that he’d won. Dean was giving in to him; the one person he couldn’t say “no” to. It was all the permission Sam needed to stroke faster and kiss harder. He could feel the flakes of Ruby’s blood craking off of his lips and falling all over Dean’s face. Dean made a noise of protest but didn’t try to fight him off. 

Once Dean’s dick was hard in his hand, Sam let go and used the same hand to pull Dean’s jeans down his legs. 

“Kick your shoes off,” Sam commanded. 

Weak and under Sam’s spell, he obeyed. After he kicked off his shoes, Sam made quick work of removing his pants. Once Dean was bare from the waist down, Sam clicked open the bottle of blood Ruby had sent him home with and dribbled some across his fingers. 

Dean’s eyes went wide, knowing what Sam’s plan was. He tried to keep his legs together, but Sam pried them open and put himself between them so that Dean’s most private parts were available to him. The blood was singing in his veins. 

Dripping with blood, Sam’s fingers found Dean’s hole and began working him open. The demon blood always made him feel like he was about to explode and the only thing that helped was sex; and since he and Ruby were interrupted by Dean’s little fire drill, he’d have to make due. 

He slid one finger in easily and smiled to himself and Jensen was still loose from their morning workout. After a few strokes, he slid in another finger and then a third when he was ready. The demon blood was working surprisingly well. Jared still had the taste of it in his mouth, which gave him another idea. 

“Don’t even try to move,” Sam instructed, then dove down Dean’s body and hoisted his legs into the air. 

Dean grunted but didn’t budge as Sam’s mouth latched onto his bloodied hole. He sucked and licked and devoured Dean and the taste drove him mad with want. Once he’d had his fill, Sam undid his own pants and shoved them down to his knees as he crawled back up Dean’s body. 

Cutting off Dean’s protest, Sam kissed him with the fresh blood on his lips. This time, Dean kissed back, desperate and wanting, knowing what was to come. With no ado and very little fanfare, Sam lined himself up and shoved into Dean. He groaned into their kiss and Sam felt him clench and unclench around his length. 

Unable to hold himself back, he pulled out and shoved back in, over and over again. Uncaring for Dean’s pleasure, he railed into him, stroking himself on the tight velvet of his brother’s open hole. When the blood started to dry, he applied more. Dean’s ass was a wet, red mess, and Sam was enamored by it. Knowing that it wasn’t his brother’s blood, but a demon’s made it all the more illicit. 

Jared laughed to himself, taking Jensen out of the moment. 

“Something funny?” Jensen asked between groans of pleasure. 

“Just me thinking about how hot it is that you’re drenched in demon blood while I fuck you.”

Jensen made a face, but his ass clenched tight, betraying his true feelings. Jared kissed him and fucked into him harder and faster until they were both breathless. 

“Ung, I’m gonna come,” Jensen grunted. 

“Yeah, come on your brother’s cock,” Jared said. 

“Man, come on!” Jensen begged. 

They’d both read the fanfic; both knew what people saw between the two of them on and off screen. But Jensen had always protested a sexual relationship between the brothers; even when they were just playing around. He was much more moral than Jared.

Jared bit down on his ear lobe and whispered, “Come for me, big brother.”

Jensen’s entire body seized up and he came with a shout all over Dean and Sam’s shirts and jackets. They were going to get ripped a new one by wardrobe… again. But Jared couldn’t care about that when Jensen’s ass was milking him dry. He grunted and bit down on Jensen’s neck as he came. 

When he was too sensitive to keep thrusting into Jensen, he pulled out. The sight of his dick and Jensen’s ass covered in blood was shocking. It looked like Jared had literally fucked Jensen a new one. But as gruesome as the sight was, Jared was mostly turned on by it. 

“You look like a werewolf,” Jensen said, once Jared lay down beside him.

“I look like I just ate your bloody ass,” Jared corrected. 

Jensen made another face. “I don’t even wanna look down, do I?”

Jared took a look at his dick and between Jensen’s legs. “Nope. But I gotta admit…”

“That was fun?” Jensen supplied.

“Demon blood makes the best lube,” he finished with a wide smile across his face. 

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