#supernatural John

[marunene]

When John came to the future because of Dean and blah blah blah apologies blah blah blah

I WOULDN'T FORGIVE HIM. MARCY WOULDN'T FORGIVE HIM AND SISTER WINCHESTER SHOULDN'T FORGIVE HIM TOO.

“Oh, but John was trying to do his best as a father while still hunting and–” NO HE WASN'T!!!!! I WOULD LET HIM DIE WITHOUT MY FORGIVENESS!!!! DIE, OLD MAN!!! DIEEEE!!!!

I'm a hater...!!!

[delulu-hours]

Should I

I have this Sam fanfiction brewing in my head. My only issue is that I'm not sure if I want to make it a series or just like a one-shot. I'm also not sure if anyone is interested in it.

This is just a bit of what I have down for now. Might change it up a bit later. Also please excuse any errors, I haven't really gone through it.

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“You know,” I plopped down on the hotel bed as I held the phone to my ear. A small groan left my lips. “During the time I’ve known you, you never shut up about this brother of yours. When do I get to meet the special man?” I earned a deep chuckle as I could already picture the smile on his face. 

“Well, when I see him I’ll let you know.” I could hear the change of tone in his voice. I knew Dean and his brother’s relationship wasn’t on the best terms, especially when his brother had left to go to college. He wanted a normal life, and there is nothing wrong with that except for the fact that it is hard to live a normal life knowing what is out there. “How’d your case go?” A sigh left my lips. 

“Not as planned but fuck there was more vampires than I thought.” I had gotten word of a possible vampire situation back in Iowa. Dean offered to come help if I needed it but from what I had gathered it was only two blood suckers. Boy was my intel wrong. When I got there, there were three more than I expected. They did put up one hell of a fight but I did my best withstanding them. Besides being thrown into the wall a few times and getting the wind knocked out of me, I was okay. Just a few bruises that were gonna form and my body just aching.

“I could have been there to help.” I rolled my eyes at his comment. Dean and I had known each other for about three years. We had met on one of his hunts and I was nineteen. At the time my friends had decided that playing with a ouija board was a good idea. They wanted to summon the dead. My father had warned me plenty of times never to mess with those things and yet something within me told me it couldn’t be that bad. Let’s just say Dean saved me and my friends from anything really bad from happening. It was also the day I found out what my dad actually did. Found out that my dad knew Dean and his dad and that they were hunters. It explained a lot, especially since he wasn’t around any more. It also explained why mom was always very cautious of certain things I never fully understood. 

“Can’t have you always helping me.” I touched my necklace. “Besides, I’m sure you taught me enough so that I can handle myself.” He let out a scoff. 

"I ain't doubting you but I can't imagine it being easy hunting alone for someone who's just starting out." I had to bite my tongue to suppress a laugh. Dean did spend about a year and half having me tag along with him on cases just so I could learn everything I could. During that time I did get my ass handed to me and he also taught me some self defense moves. 

"You gonna tell me the reason you called?" I decided it would be best to not start an argument with the man. The line went quiet as I turned to lay on my stomach. I could hear Zed Leppelin playing quietly in the background.

"Who says I didn't call to chat?" I scoffed. I knew Dean better than he cared to admit.

"Dean, don't beat around the bush." He sighed knowing he wasn’t going to be able to lie to me. "You gonna tell me the real reason why you called?" 

"Have you seen my dad?" I glanced at the man who was sitting on the chair in the two bed  motel. He looked through his journal, not bothering to glance up at me. I clenched my jaw, hating the fact I was about to lie to him.

"No, I haven't seen your old man for about a month now." This caught John's attention as he looked up at me. "Why? Is something wrong?" The frown on my lips grew as he just went back to doing whatever he was working on. As if he wasn’t even bothered by the fact his son was looking for him. I didn’t even know why I was lying to Dean. John didn’t give me much of a reason except for the fact I needed to act like I hadn’t seen him.

"I haven't been able to get a hold of him for a week now." I could hear the concern in his voice and the weight of lying just grew on my chest. 

"Do you want to help? I can meet you somewhere and we can look for you old man."

"It's fine Elena. I'm sure he'll call back soon." We both knew that wasn't gonna be the case. If he had gone a week without contact, he wasn’t gonna contact him anytime soon. With that we ended our call and an annoyed sigh left my lips.

"You finally gonna tell me why I just had to lie and why you're here?" I pushed myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. John took a drink of his beer before smiling at me.

"I want your help." A frown settled on my lips as I shook my head. I had worked with John in plenty of cases to know it wasn’t going to be easy.

"Last time you asked for my help, I found out that I was anything but normal, which let's not forget how you almost tried to kill me too." He just let out an amused snort before giving me an apologetic look. It slightly angered me with how easily he brushed off that incident. 

"It's all in the past." He got up and walked over to me. "I'm close." He dropped his findings on my lap. "And I think it’s something you can help me with." I clicked my tongue annoyed at the man. Annoyed that he did as he pleased with no proper explanation or even consideration towards others.

"I'll help but just know if Dean calls and needs me,” I gave him a small glare. “I'm gone." I was ready to argue with the man but his response caught me off guard. John nodded as I looked down at the papers in my lap. 

"You'll be good for them." Was the last thing he said before allowing me to skim through everything.

[damnikindadontcare]

Actually the reason why we never saw Bobby and John interact is because Bobby would’ve beat the shit out of John on the spot.

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

“dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

girl, what home

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[hacked-wtsdz]

I love early seasons supernatural aesthetics so much. The isolated highways, funky motel rooms, neon signs, shiny guns and shiny cars, leather jackets, old books, through a film camera lens in seasons one and two, makes for such a specific atmosphere. It transfers the isolation Sam and Dean experience so well, cramped into the seats of a 67’ Chevy impala, claustrophobically un-alone while individually lonely. The nasty, sometimes created with horrible special effects, monsters really do look monstrous, unsettling more than outright terrifying. With yellow eyes, in dirty clothes, glitching and pale. The whole colour palette is grey-ish and cold, you almost feel the contrasted darkness, the distrust, the nagging belief that something wicked may be hiding behind every corner, behind every corner of your own self as well. Idk. The blood looks dark, the sulfur looks sickeningly yellow, the skin looks unnaturally pale. It’s all so horror-coded, and gives such an atmosphere of instability in your own existence in the world, which aligns with the themes of the seasons. This atmosphere, to me, makes it a better horror show than if it had had better special effects and scarier monsters. Because the horrifying is in the daily existence, in how you are, rather than what you face.

[clearlyaginger]

Demisexual? No, you misheard. I said Dummysexual. I'm attracted to that moron over there. Look at them. They just tripped over nothing and set the house on fire. I'm in love.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny Phantom finds John Constantine’s trenchcoat floating around in the Ghost Zone, having accumulated enough magical effects to form its own ghostly entity upon its “death” (it being destroyed somehow).

Thus, Danny decides to help the coat make its way back to reunite with its human. He figures it shouldn’t take too long, and he does like helping people. Plus, the whole situation will make a hilarious story to tell his friends later.

[aconfusedgoose]

AND DAN AND PHIL ARE BACK???

I started this year making a meme about John Green being back and I thought that would be the wildest thing to happen this year... Clearly I was wrong. I feel like the universe is just confused about what year it is... I'm in my mid 20s now and I don't need to be going through this again.

[naxxsstuff]

Normal Sherlock and Watson

Medical Sherlock and Watson

Horror Sherlock and Watson

Supernatural Sherlock and Watson

And last but not least, lo and behold

Biblical Sherlock and Watson

(Honorably mention to merlin and King Arthur, the medieval Sherlock and watson)

[marunene]

I can see similarities between them.

[fandom-shiet]

Why Castiel’s character has so much depth:

[gleafer]

Me, using my god given talent to capture likenesses as a way to make as many fictional characters kiss as possible.

And no one can STOP ME! Mwahahahahahahahpower! POWER!

Excuse me a cruel chuckle! Power mmhmmhmmyes-Prince John, probably

[walk-to-gallows]

"They will not lose what I have lost"

[seasononesam]

You think this shrink stuff is a load of crap. Am I right?

[morganaconda]