#supernarural

[throwupgirl]

"at least i dont look like a lumberjack" castiel im so sorry you were stuck in a long-running dark fantasy show you were clearly born to be a reality tv diva

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: Pass Out w/ Dean Winchester

a/n: yes, i am aware of how cliche this fic is, but what can i say? i am a sucker for worried and protective!dean winchester.

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There was no way you could be a hunter if you feared death. It was funny, talking about being afraid of death as if you hadn't met him and known him personally for a short while. There were many stakes that came with fighting off the supernatural, and that was injuries, and blood loss, lots and lots of blood loss.

You, Sam, and Dean had figured it wouldn't hurt to go out on a hunt, and it just so happened to be a pack of not so friendly werewolves, many of them unhappy that you had stepped into their terf. That's how you ended up thrown against the wall of the rotting building where they were squatting.

You had hit your head hard against the rusted metal, you were pretty sure you had a concussion as you attempted to reach around and touch the back of it. Your vision was fading in and out and you watched the two brothers kill the mutts, not before you had blinked, and everything went black.

The next thing you knew, you had woken up in yours and Dean's shared bed, Dean hunched over, hand clasped in yours as he rested. You knew your boyfriend was concerned, despite his difficulty to express it.

"Dean?" You rasped. His head rose slowly, his eyes blinking a few times before his gaze finally settled onto yours. "Thank god you're okay." Was the first thing he said, bringing your knuckles to his mouth as he placed a kiss in them. "Of course I'd be okay, Dean. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

He let out a watery laugh, "I wouldn't dream of it, Sweetheart."

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[fishelfe]

Two episodes that had interesting guest actors.

Supernatural just never clicked with me...

okay judgemental free zone here because I’m genuinely curious: how much of supernatural have y'all ACTUALLY watched

[amongstthechaoscrew]

// open angst

"Speak to me. Who did this? Can you hear me?" His voice is shaky now. "Please let me know you can hear me."

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Y/N: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Rowena: How am I supposed to know?

Dean: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Rowena *sighs*

Rowena: You wouldn't be trapped.

[averysmallcetacean]

Interesting thing - when Santra talks about the dragon king in ep one, the adjectives she uses to describe him are arguably positive: "powerful" and "unstoppable"

She says the faerie realm was layed to waste by the war, the responsibility for this carnage is arguably placed on the civillians etc who "rose up" against him, not the dragon king himself

obviously she doesn't say any of this outright, but the implications of her words are interesting when you think about it

p.s - can you tell I'm on my fifth rewatch lol

[justkending]

I rewrote this chapter the other day and thought I'd share it, considering that if I rewrite this series, it'll take a little longer than I hope to...

However, I'd rather share the few chapters I am getting around to to lessen the blow of my old writing... Cause jesus. Those who have been here for the growth, God bless you. I love you so much :,)

One Night Flame. Chapter 2.

Series Summary: Y/N is a 3rd grade teacher, who had a really bad breakup. To help cheer her up, her friends convince her to go out to a bar on a school night, something she never does, and things take an unpredictable turn. The stranger she meets, and later has a one night stand with, may be harder to get rid of than she thought.

Word Count: 2700+

Pairing: Y/N x Dean Winchester

A/N: Rewritten June 16th, 2024

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Chapter 2:

As soon as the door shut, I was pressed against it. Dean was peppering kisses along my neck and shoulders as he made his way down to my collarbone, nipping and hinting at where else he wanted to go. I lifted my head in acceptance and closed my eyes, allowing the feeling of his soft lips to take over my senses. 

I wrapped my fingers through the shorter hair on his neck and pulled slightly, scratching the nape of his neck and getting a moan out of him. I looked forward when I felt his lips pause and saw him staring at me with lascivious eyes. His arms were tight around my waist, keeping me flush to him. I bit my bottom lip at the sight before me.

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[doctrpepper]

actually its so hard to get into death note as an adult. you have to be a teen and think L and light are the coolest and then revisit that obsession later as an adult and realize its a comedy

[helpmebbg]

what if mr oliver was in supernarural

sent to superhell immediately

[atlas-0]

New chapter of my Disco Elysium longfic is out (has been for a few days but I forgot to post lmao)! I can't believe the work currently has 101 kudos, genuinely so wild. Give it a shot if you want to read about post-canon things :)

Title: Sharp and Vivid Existence

Category: Gen

Rating: M (although for now the actual content is closer to T)

Word count: 74k

Chapters: 9/?

Relationships: Harry Du Bois & Kim Kitsuragi, Harry Du Bois & Jean Vicquemare, Kim Kitsuragi & Jean Vicquemare, Pre-Kim/Jean/Harry

Additional tags/info: Post-Canon, The Pale, Supernarural Elements, Case fic, Queer themes, Revacholian Politics

[itsaboutnothing]

Supernarural seaon 1-4 is part one

Supernatural s5-9 = ???

The rest I haven’t seen

[amongstthechaoscrew]

// open fluff

Gordon held the baby close to his chest, cooing softly and grabbing toys and things from around the room

He hears footsteps coming and looks towards the open door

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: Corruption w/ Sub!Castiel

a/n: if i'm going to be honest, i had no idea how i was going to write this because when i made my kinktober list i was just listing shit LMFAOO. this turned out better than i expected to do enjoy my hard work!

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Castiel truly was an angel.

He looked gorgeous laying under you, his head thrown back and his jaw tensed, pretty neck decorated in red and blue hues. You watched as the usual Angel ‘a stick up his ass’ of the lord, fell apart, noises that even he didn't recognize coming out of his mouth.

“You feel so good Cassy, so fucking good.” Grinding down on his pelvis, your clit made contact with his taut lower stomach. His large palms were settled on your hips, still as stone as you fucked yourself on his cock.

This had been going on for weeks, you slowly corrupting his mind and making him crave you, your touch, your smell, your taste, your everything. All that was in his mind was you, you, you. After he rebelled, he began to feel emotions, and when there's emotions, there's urges, and when there's urges, there's desires; and Castiel desired you.

He didn't know until you kissed him, until you fucked him so good he came back for more every single night. You didn't care about Dean's stupid fucking grudge against him, and Castiel didn't seem to care either.

“You're all mine, aren't you pretty boy? My perfect angel, all for me to ruin.” Castiel let out a strangled moan, the lamp on the bedside table of the motel room you stayed in flickered violently, the room practically vibrating at the sound of you praising him. You leaned down, your breasts pressing against his naked chest, putting all of your weight onto him.

“Just look at you,” You whispered into his ear. “Giving into me like a good boy. 'You willing to sin for me baby?” He let out a groan, his grip tightening on your hips tremendously. “Always.” The word was stuttered, his hips snapping up into you on their accord. “'Will always sin for you.” Your body heated up, a whimper passing through your lips. Sitting back so that you were riding him, you dragged your nails from his collarbones down his chest. The whine he let out was high pitched and needy.

“Look at that..” You said in admiration at the blooming welts on his skin. “So pretty baby, like my own personal canvas.” Rolling your hips, his tip prodded at that spongy spot in your body, a cry ringing his ears. You sounded like symphony that he could listen to over and over again, better than any song an angel could've sung. He was sure that he was addicted to you, that you were built just for him. It didn't matter if you were a human, it was like he waited for you for centuries.

His hands feel from your hips to your ass and he squeezed. Hard. So very hard that you knew it would bruise later.

You could feel the room rattle even more, the paintings on the walls shaking to the point where they risked falling off. You knew he was close, a glow shining through his irises as he twitched inside of you.

“’You gonna cum, baby boy, hm? Gonna paint me white?” He forced you down by the back of your neck and pulled you into a soul snatching kiss. He knew his eye shined dangerously before he’d cum, so the kiss would coach you to close your eyes. One last thrust sent both of you over the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned into his mouth like a porn star, soaking his lower half with your wetness. The lights shattered, the painting's finally giving up and falling off the wall with a loud bang.

[theweevilofsweetreef]

first story is up!!!!

A Deal With The Unknown

Word Count: 935

TW: Implied death, implied wounds, death, destruction, mass deaths

Was described by the first person I let read it as 'beautiful but shattering' and also 'depressing' and I kind of don't know if that's a good or bad thing sorry.

This is something I wrote for an English exam and I was really proud of it so I'm sharing it :)

I'd really appreciate any thoughts or criticisms so that I can improve :)

It had happened again.

That was the first thought that ran through my mind as I gazed upon the ruins of what once was. A dark, smoking smudge on the skyline; poisoning the calm of the countryside surrounding it. Approaching the rubble, I let my mind wander, wondering what could have been there before. Perhaps a little village? Filled happy families, smiling neighbours, cheerful children all revelling in the joy of life…

All oblivious to what would come next.

No. That couldn’t be it. It was impossible. There were no happy families, no smiling neighbours, no cheerful children. Not anymore. The climate didn’t agree with them. Such an idyllic, safe life wasn’t possible now. Not since They came.

They started by offering peace, a new alliance, promising gifts and safety. A welcome change from the tangled webs of our politics. Saviours, They had come to lead us away from our ruined planet; They had come to our aid; They had come to take pity on our doomed species. Celebrated, welcomed into our homes and our hearts, hailed above all as those who would liberate us from a frightening fate of our own making. We knew better now… They had come to take what was left.

Drifting between the rocky rubble, my mind turned again to the possibilities. Perhaps a school? Filled with young minds all eager to drink the nectar of knowledge, those who put their heart and soul into teaching them, all of them eager to know more, see more, learn it all…

None of them could have known what would come next.

They offered us knowledge, a new understanding, filling our minds with ideas of unimaginable marvels. They would show us one day – as long as we fulfilled our side of the bargain. A small offering, trivial really, nothing compared to what They would give us. It was glorious. Peace, knowledge, safety – all that and more for just a simple offering? Why wouldn’t we? We were but children to Them: small, slow, stupid, ignorant of the beauty of this world. All the more reason we were an easy target.

Some had known from the start; it was too good to be true. Why would such omniscient beings stoop to help such a small, insignificant race? Soon others began to question it too, demanding answers from our leaders. Tired of being placated with flowery speeches, the people fought back. Raving, ranting, rebelling. They didn’t like that. Neither did the Government. Bans were placed on public gatherings, cameras watching our every move, our cheerful children scared into silence, happy families divided by differing opinions, even our own smiling neighbours bribed to report on our movements. The rebels were quickly, and quietly, silenced one by one. Soon, no one even tried, beaten and bruised into tranquillity…

Until silence reigned supreme, drowning our voices, and our spirits, in its deafening calm.

From that day forward, no one questioned the strange demands, the increase in security, the disappearances – it wasn’t worth it. From the outside, all was perfect, a utopia created by those who would rescue us; deep within, a flawed friendship, serving only those with power. A once celebrated alliance, now reduced to a moneymaking scheme which favoured those with the money to spare. A divide was made, splitting rich officials a world away from their less fortunate peers. Soon, everyone (some more reluctantly) accepted our new society (if it could even be called that) and endeavoured to protect themselves and their own – wishing the rebels had succeeded, hoping a new resistance would form, regretting their own inaction.

Until, years later, They demanded their payment.

10%. It didn’t sound like much, a small portion of the bountiful resources Their input had created. Who were we to refuse? They had provided us with unimaginable boons, magnificent and marvellous ideas, a secure source of seemingly limitless riches. 10% of what They had given us? A fair price for these gifts. Or was it? If They could so easily create methods to fabricate what we needed, almost tailored specifically for our climate – why would They need our resources. What could we make that They would ever need?

The answer would shake the foundations of our civilisation, horrify even the coldest, most heartless rulers and ignite an anger long since stamped out. A resource only the people of Earth could create - the people themselves. We refused, of course we did, why would They want such a thing? For the first time, our leaders agreed. We rose up, the full force of the people of Earth, working together for the first time in so long. We drove Them out, rejecting the once revered gifts, demanding our freedom.

Until, They took it by force.

Hundreds, millions, billions, They took us all. Those new rebels, who refused to cooperate, were silenced in the same ways that took those who had taken up arms so long ago. Our efforts were futile, we had no hope.

In the end, we all fell. Slaughtered or taken. Humanity had lost, and no one was left to pick up the pieces. I remember the fear, the anguish, the primal rage. I remember the flames, the explosions, the destruction. I remember how it felt when we all knew it was too late. I remember the bullets tearing my flesh as I charged. I remember the feeling of floating away, doomed to relive the failure of my race, forever drifting from ruin to ruin, wishing and praying that the next inhabitants of our pitiful little planet, whoever or whatever they may be, tread more carefully when dealing with the unknown.

[averysmallcetacean]

GUYS

episode four of supernatural academy, when Brax and Jae are in Faerie - when Brax is slumped against a tree you see some black floaty stuff approaching him

IT'S THE SHADOW SPAWN

I've figured it out!!! that must be when he got possessed!!!

poor Brax :(

the time stamp is like 11:50 (a bit before and a bit afterwards but yeah) on netflix

I'm going to pretend that it laid dormant in him until right at the end, otherwise it's too sad cause like more than half of the show so far wouldn't even be him really cause he would be possessed

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