#supernatural wip

[strawberly95]

Work in progress ❤️‍🩹

[im-not-batman]

Tell me about the Dean/Benny fic 🤩

Oo I'm so excited about this one!! Thank you so much for the ask 💚💚

So it's an AU where Dean does the trials to close up the gates of Hell and goes to get Bobby. Sam finds Benny to ask him to go to purgatory to help Dran get back. When Benny says he's not going back, Dean just. Loses it.

"Come on Benny, your turn," Dean said rolling up his sleeve. He was about to let the knife pierce his skin, but was stopped by a hand grabbing hold his wrist, strong and unyielding. He looked up into Benny's face and found him frowning.

Dean mirrored the expression, though where Benny looked resolute, Dean was just confused, "What are you doing, man? We don't have time for this," he tried to pull away from the vampire's vice grip but it was useless.

Benny's eyes softened. Dean's stomach flipped. Not in a good way this time. He knew what was coming. He'd been wrestling down the thought, avoiding acknowledging it, like that would keep it from being real.

"I'm not going back, Dean," Benny lilted, voice silken and soft but leaving no room to be argued with.

And there were the words Dean had been hoping were never going to come. He knew from the moment Benny had appeared that there was something wrong, that he wasn't acting right.

"I ain't leaving you behind again, Benny," Dean's voice was hoarse, throat tight with dread.

"Yeah, you are," he replied, quiet and calm, as though he wasn't talking about being permanently dead. His eyes retained that usual softness, and his lip was almost curved into a content smile.

Feeling Dean's arm go limp, Benny let his grip on his wrist go, and stepped back, stood relaxed against tree.

The sight only served to incense the Winchester. He couldn't stand the thought of leaving him here to be hunted and tortured by monsters for eternity. It wasn't a thought he could stomach, and seeing Benny so at peace with his decision made Dean want to throw up.

He surged forward, barely keeping his footing on the uneaven forest floor, and grabbed Benny's jacket in a fist. He looked up at him with his eyebrows furrowed, mouth downturned in a grimace and he could feel tears threatening his sinuses. Benny just rested his hands on Dean's forearms.

"Don't you do this, Benny," he pleaded through gritted teeth, searching his friend's face for any sign of doubt, any opportunity to change his mind, "if this is about me keeping my distance topside, I regret it okay. I shouldn't have left you hanging. We were supposed to be in it together and I let you down... you're the only one I got who really gets me, man," his voice faultered and he coughed.

"Dean—" Benny started, Dean cut him off.

"I need you, okay?" The words ripped out of him. It was the most honest, soulbearing, frightening thing he'd ever said outloud.

When his brain caught up, he realised just how intensely true those words felt. He needed Benny. He wasn't quite sure what he'd been thinking when he'd said that they needed space from each other. It had felt like he'd been missing something all this time; like he'd broken his leg but lost his crutch, like he had an all-consuming habit and suddenly gone cold-turkey. He'd been too occupied to realise that that feeling had gone away the moment Benny had shown up again.

"I need you..." he repeated, weaker this time, the whirring of his mind taking up all his energy. His grip on the vampire loosened, but Benny's hands stayed holding him close, "you can't leave me."

There was a still sort of quiet between them for a moment. It was thick and heavy as molasses, Dean felt crushed under the weight of it.

"I already did, Deano," Benny finally spoke and tilted his head trying to get Dean to look into his eyes again, "I'm already dead, I'm just askin' you to keep me that way."

Dean hadn't even noticed that tears had started to fall until Benny reached one hand up and wiped them away with a thumb. He kept his palm rested against Dean's jaw and the hunter had to fight not to melt into it.

"I'm not meant for the world up there," he tilted his head towards the portal, "everyday was a fight, trying to keep from hurtin' good folks. Dodging my past, and trying to stop the people lookin' for me from causin' too much hurt.

"I didn't know how to live, I was barely keepin' my head above water. Down here it makes sense. I know that the only people I hurt, who can get hurt, are monsters too."

"You're not a monster, Benny," Dean protested, but the vampire shook his head fondly, not wanting to re-hash an argument they'd already had so many times, "come back with me and I'll help you stay clean."

Benny just smiled, affection in his eyes, "I can't ask that of you. You've already got all of this goin' on." he grazed his hand lightly up and down Dean's right arm that currently housed Bobby's soul, "I'll get in your way."

He couldn't sensibly disagree with that. He did have a lot on his plate, and taking care of a vampire with addiction issues would distract him from it all. But he didn't feel sensible right now. He wanted to scream and shout and fight until Benny changed his mind.

"I don't care what it takes, man," Dean gritted his teeth, tears flowing in earnest now, "I'll do anything you need me to. Just come back."

Send me an ask with which of my WIPs from This Post you wanna hear about!

[random-fandoms-xstitch]

Supernatural SAL: Update #14

Wow, it's been a minute since I posted an update. I apparently forgot to post two whole creatures, unless Tumblr ate them.

In any event, I am super behind (the SAL ended last November), but the end is in sight.

[teeglass]

tell me this isnt exactly supernatural s6

[fluffsnake]

[kryp-does-random-stuff]

Very much wip yea

Can't say i see much anymore, but i'm pretty sure tomorrow i'll be damning myself posting this, after resting my eyes a bit. My mistakes revealing itself big time. Yay.

Until then: eat pie, kill demons. But leave Crowley alone!!

[mxltifxnd0m]

cute glasses ◦◦ d. winchester

summary: your eyes are dry because of your contacts, so you have no choice but to put your glasses on

pairings: established dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x gn! reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', major fluff, some insecure thoughts, but mainly fluff

a/n: first official fic for dean!! also this was intentionally written as a blurb but as always, it seems i have more write than intended lol

please reblog and comment, i love to see your thoughts!

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You had to fight the temptation to rub your eyes as you stared hard at your laptop, the screen emitting a blue light that was beginning to give you a headache alongside the dryness of your contacts as you sat at the table in the motel room. You blinked hard multiple times, trying to bring moisture to your contacts and find some relief from the dryness, but nothing was working.

You were still dressed in the FBI garb you had put on in the morning when you and Dean were going to the station to gather information on the hunt the two of you were working. Sam would have joined the two of you, but he had come down with a cold, and Dean forced him to stay back at the bunker while the two of you would work the hunt.

You glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, seeing that 10 minutes had passed since Dean went out to get dinner for you two. You threw your head back with a groan, feeling the soreness in your shoulders as you sat down and hunched over your laptop, researching for hours on end.

You stood up from the seat and stretched out your limbs like a cat waking up from a nap and stalking over to your bag to grab your pajamas and glasses, and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get comfortable.

You jumped into the shower and rinsed off the day. After showering, you took out the dry contacts that were irritating your eyes, put them back into their case, and let out a sigh of relief when you blinked, and moisture was restored to your eyes.

You put on your glasses and strolled back into the room to find Dean sitting at the table and pulling the food out of the takeout bag.

"Took you long enough, sweetheart. I got us Chinese since there was a place I saw when driving in an-" He stopped talking as you crossed the room to see what he ordered.

"And what?" You asked him, looking at him with furrowed brows as you took in Dean's stunned expression, his mouth agape as his eyes flickered around and all over your face.

"You have glasses." Dean pointed out, blinking slowly as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Uh, yeah I do."

"Since when?"

"Since I was a freshman in high school." You told him as casually as you could, not wanting to make a big deal out of you wearing glasses.

"How come I've never seen you with them on?" Dean asked you with knitted brows.

"Err…" You trailed off. You didn't really want the boys to know you had glasses since you could be considered a liability if anything were to happen to your contacts or glasses. But hey, you've managed this long hunting with them, and you haven't died yet because of them. You just didn't want the boys to look down on you because you had them, and they could potentially hinder you in hunts.

"I wear contacts, and I try to keep them in for as long as I can until I can get back to my room and put my glasses on." You finally explained with a sheepish smile as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Dean's face turned into one of realization. "Is that why I sometimes feel you slip out of bed and then come back a couple of minutes later?"

You felt your face flush with heat as you nodded in response. Dean chuckled lightly at your embarrassment and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Then, a chaste peck on your lips before turning back to the food.

"You're not gonna ask me why I kept this from you?" You asked, confusion coloring your words as you saw him sit down in front of your closed laptop and dig into one of the takeout boxes with a plastic fork.

"Do you want me to?" Dean questioned through a mouthful of chow mein.

"Uh, not really. I was just ready for you to go all Spanish inquisition on me." You sat down across from him and looked through the takeout boxes before opening one of them to find the orange chicken.

Dean swallowed the food he was chewing. "Look, you had your reasons, and yeah, I have many questions about them but right now I just want to stare at you with them on."

You raised an eyebrow at him again. "You like them?"

"Yeah," He shrugged. "You look beautiful with or without them on." Dean reached across the table and traded chow mein for the orange chicken box in your hands.

You smiled at him, feeling your cheeks flush with heat again before huffing an amused breath through your nose. You narrowed your eyes at him as you leaned forward, taking Dean, who was still in his FBI suit, minus the jacket, tie, and a few of the buttons on his shirt unbuttoned.

"The glasses are doing something for you aren't they?" You teased him as you took a bite of the chow mein.

"Yeah, you have this sexy librarian thing going on. Could only imagine how much hotter you would have been if you left your FBI suit on." Dean's mouth pulled into a coy smirk, his green eyes alight with mischief and desire.

You chuckled as you shook your head. "Of course, you'd be into that."

Dean shrugged again as he popped a piece of orange chicken in his mouth.

Later, when the two of you finished eating and did a little more research and while you were doing your skincare, a sliver of worry still sat with you as you thought about how this would affect Dean and hunting. When you climbed into bed with Dean and placed your glasses on the nightstand, your world got a little blurry, but you could still see Dean's slight smile on his face as he pulled you into his side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Dean pressed a warm kiss on your forehead. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked lowly, his voice laced with care and fatigue.

"S'nothing." You shook your head.

"Come on, don't like seeing you like this before we go to bed." Dean squeezed your waist.

You sighed before propping your chin on his chest. "Just concerned that you might worry about me because of my bad eyesight."

Dean looked at you before leaning forward to press another kiss to your forehead and brought his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin. You leaned into his warm touch, pressing a kiss into his palm.

"I'm always going to worry about you," He started, pausing before finding his following words.

"But you've been hunting with your contacts and glasses for a long time before you met me, and you've been able to keep up with me and Sam without us knowing. I don't care that you have glasses or contacts because you're still a damn good hunter."

You smiled at his words before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against Dean's full lips. Dean kissed you just as softly as you pressed your lips against yours and chased your lips as you pulled away.

You rested your forehead against his. "Thank you." You whispered, your lips brushing against his as you did.

"No problem, sweetheart. Let's get to bed, we've got a bastard to hunt."

You chuckled softly at his words and pressed a quick kiss on his lips before settling beside him and melting into his side as you guys slowly fell asleep, finding that your dreams were filled with Dean's joyous laughter and playful kisses.

[darkfictionjude]

Total wordcount: 630, 489k

Four side quests

Playdate (?)

Find out a secret

Perhaps rekindle an old friendship, a new love (or not)

Break a leg finger

A cozy rainy night at home

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Now this time there is a lot of typos because I've been very busy and those will be fixed at a later date but do send me any coding issues :)

P.s. Reblogging helps a lot

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[crowley-exploder]

oops dropped these 🫧

[stonelions]

i have been fighting this guy for an hour so i just threw a beard on him and i'm giving up now

[brunchcorpse]

will line and color on another day

[strawberly95]

Really liked how this sketch turned out so I'm making it digital 👁️👁️

[petite-madame]

Everybody is living in 2024 while I'm still somewhere in 2010. I'm going Superwholock for one of my next artworks. 😳 (I'm far from being done, I think this one will take me a week or so)

[sanguinesky-if]

Sanguine Sky

DEMO [Public] [Updated 07/12/2024] genres: romance, modern-fantasy, supernatural, mystery, dark-fantasy.

Sanguine Sky is a work-in-progress modern dark-fantasy interactive novel. The story is heavily focused on romance, characters, and relationships.

The story rated 18+, contains mature and distressing content that may be triggering to certain individuals. It is recommend to check the full list of warnings before you proceed to the story. Please exercise caution and take care of yourself.

Total word count: 197k words [excl. code] | 227k words [incl. code].

You are a detective, tasked with investigating mysterious murders that have taken place in your normally quiet and peaceful hometown, Fallenmor. 

With two victims confirmed already, the initial one being your former mentor, Detective Bergmann, the situation couldn't seem more dire. Or so you thought until you received the news of another body, a possible third victim, discovered at the police station. In your very own office. 

An accident, a mere coincidence, a straightforward warning, a looming threat, or something entirely else… Whatever is happening, you feel it affecting you, awakening something both significantly familiar and distinctly foreign inside of you.

If only you knew that this was just the beginning… Things could have been different. 

But back then, in your ignorance, your singular concern lay with a pressing question: if you failed to find the murderer, who would become the next victim?

➤ Play as male, female, non-binary or trans; straight, gay, or bisexual.

➤ Customize your appearance and shape your personality.

➤ Take on the role of a detective, immerse yourself in the work of the police station.

➤ Embrace the mystery of your existence, or reject that inner sight of you.

➤ Seven romance options to choose from. Select their gender, be shy or bold, or focus on your goal without pursuing anyone.

All ROs are player-sexual and gender-selectable [M/F].

Kyle / Keira Moreno

Your colleague, a police inspector, and one of the rudest people you have ever met. Sharp and stern, K is surprisingly perceptive, and they use it to really see you. The good, the bad. Everything. Appearance: icy blue eyes, dark red hair, very pale skin.

Alexis 'Lex / Lexie' Conlan

Your best friend, and also your former partner from times when you were just a patrol officer. With a heart of gold and an approachable attitude, L always chooses you over the others. Appearance: forest green eyes, copper hair, beige freckled skin.

Morgan Schoivell

Your other colleague, a highly-skilled lab technician. M is rather reserved when it comes to emotions, and after almost a year of working together, M is still a walking mystery for you. Appearance: dark brown eyes, ash blond hair, light skin.

Roderick / Rebecca Reyes

The commanding agent of the Criminal Investigative Division (CID) team sent to catch the killer. Overbearing and ruthless, R has their own way of getting things done. Appearance: gray eyes, blond hair, pale skin.

Theodore 'Theo' / Theresa 'Tess' Vazquez

Another member of the CID team. With a cocky smile, T is full of flirts and sneering comments, regardless of the occasion. T has no doubts about what they want and isn't afraid to vocalize it. Appearance: dark green eyes, black curly hair, rich brown skin.

Isaac / Iris Brailsford

I looks the most mature and approachable of CID's fellow agents. Looks can be deceiving, though. Working behind the scene and watching from afar, I carries all the scars within. Appearance: hazel eyes, dark brown hair, olive skin.

Sebastian / Selena Goldstein

Someone new and temporary, S has a velvety voice and a perfect smile that doesn't reach their eyes. You're not sure if your paths will cross in the future, but something tells you S can't be trusted. Appearance: black eyes, long black wavy hair, bronze skin.

Other notable characters:

Your twin-sister: Your sweet, kind, caring, and gentle twin sister. She always tries to be there for you, and show how much she appreciates you, no matter what. Chief of Police, Kendrick Nash: Your boss, who is not handling his job so well after the recent death of his husband, Klemens Bergmann. Detective Klemens Bergmann: Police chief's husband, who happened to be a senior detective and your mentor. He was the first victim, murdered under mysterious circumstances.

A full list of warnings is available in the demo before beginning of the story. I recommend to check it before you proceed to reading.

Links: DEMO | CoG Forum | Q&A | Romance | Tags & Links | Patreon | Ko-Fi | Error Reports |

Thank you for your interest ♥

[colorlessjay]

ALRIGHT PEOPLE! I've heard your votes and I must hear them again

because I'm indecisive

[maskofredacted]

“Ahem- Agent Summers, FBI.”

I feel like Dean would be covered in little black feathers the same way cat owners are always covered in stray cat hairs- even more so after whatever freak shit these two get up to smh