#ultimate spn marathon

[softsophos]

Last day! Wearing the iconic castiel shirt by @sailorsally I love it so much

[thetiredstuff]

yeah that's daniela for ya. does not surprise me at alllllll. see at jib we win big but we also lose a little. anyway when jensen makes the spn sequel and he makes sure dean and cas end up together ROMANTICALLY she cannot block fan art or anything about it because then it DID happen in the show so ultimately we will win.

it's not a race it's a marathon ... that we (jensen and the destiel crowd) will ultimately win

sigh. i thought we were past this.

[flyingcatstiel]

I don't understand why so many think that Cas' happiness is destiel endgame? Especially with Jack on the horizon. I'm not a fan of this character but spn play his card everywhere, his illness and death was the worst moment for tfw (by writers thinking) so I spouse the happiest moment will be also about Jack...

spoilers for 14x07, and Buffy and Angel TV shows

That is a very good question, nonnie. And, I’m afraid, the answer is very simple. Lately, most of destiel metas are written through a destiel lens. All reasoning is geared towards proving that this episode/ promo clip /spoiler etc foreshadows destiel endgame and Cas becoming human. Which is. A backwards way to write any meta, but here we are. Remember how last week Cas was ready to give to sick Jack his grace? And how metas explained it that this clearly shows that Cas doesn’t value his grace and just wants to be human asap? Remember how people who disagreed with this theory were ridiculed? This week we have Cas making the ultimate sacrifice, his life for Jack’s. Looking back, now it is clear that Cas offering his grace was just a foreshadowing for the big sacrifice this week. It has nothing to do with Cas devaluing his grace or wanting to become human. 

I think, after spending so much time in fandom bubble, it is easy to forget that the show is written as a story about two brothers with destiel as a sub-textual thread among other sub-textual threads. Not every thing is about destiel or human Cas endgame. (Even if lately it looks like the show is actually about Jack and Lucifer. Hey guys, we may still get that SPN spinoff - the marvelous adventures of a nougat boi Jack and his double faced papa Luci)

Now, the latest episode gave us Cas making a deal on Jack’s behalf which looks very much like Angel/Angelus curse on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So, naturally, a lot of fans jumped on speculations about romantic angle of Cas’ happiness. Because Buffy and Angel were lovers, because them having sex set off Angel’s curse. Which means that something romantic must happen between Dean and Cas to set off the deal with the Empty. Right? Do you see the problem with this reasoning? The show never said that Cas’ happy moment has to be romantic. It could indeed be about Jack, or family, or a guinea pig. It is up to the show writers to decide how and when it will happen. (when it is convenient for TPTB, of course, because they frikking control this thing)

Oh, and btw, Angel and Buffy were not the endgame pairing. Remember that day when Angel was human and how he gave it up? Destiel shippers will be lucky if we get exactly the same scenario because then at least the show will have to acknowledge in the text that Dean and Cas are in love, sex optional. Unfortunately, I’m afraid we will get the scenario you propose - Cas happy moment will have nothing to do with Dean or destiel. Oh yes, the show will lead the fandom on, will use the better half of a solid romantic trope just like they did it with Cas possession in s11 or Asmodeus’s prison story in s13. They will dangle the mangled romance for weeks or not months in front of our eyes, and then will swap the bait with something platonic, no homo, wholesome family friendly. And the metas will eat it up. Just like they did it after s11, s12 and s13 finales. So, nonnie, prepare yourself for fun tumblr times until, I think, 14x12, when we were promised game changing dean/cas scene. Ain’t it funny how TPTB decided to spoil it so early? We have literally months to go and exhaust ourselves in discussions etc all the while keeping SPN is social media chatter. 

mandatory disclosure: 

the last episode of SPN that I watched live and with fandom was 12x23. I’m planning to marathon s13, soonish, maybeish. I’ve followed the show from my dashboard (my deepest thanks to all gif makers, you are gods, I love you!!!) and through conversations with my friends. If I got canon details wrong, tell me!

Also, I’m not a fan of Jack character (little cancer patient trope anyone?). I think a lot of destiel shippers are making a leap of faith that was hinted at but ultimately not expressed by the canon. Just because TPTB call Sam, Dean and Cas Jack’s dads, it doesn’t not mean that Dean and Cas are married, or implied to be in relationship or even implied to want to be in a relationship. A case can be made that Cas and Kelly are presented as Jack’s parents. What I mean is, the show has given us so little destiel in the text, that they can change everything at a whim. I’ve seen how much raw destiel they can pack in the show for it to be dismissed during the finale. Until they make Dean canonically bi, miss me with your critic. 

[spnorwhatever]

Chapters: 40/40 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Eventual Sex, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Switching, Comfort, Existential Crisis, Blow Jobs, Impala Sex, The Meaning of Life, Falling In Love, Destiel - Freeform, Angel Wings, Learning to be Human, Emotions, Cuddling, Profound Bond, Friends to Lovers, Meaningful sex, Confessions of love, wing!kink, Castiel's Wings, Rimming, Angel Sex, masturbation!kink, Profound Dirty Talk, Winchester Christmas, Slow Burn, Anal Sex, Valentine's Day, Angst, resolved angst, Fluffy Angst, Fluff, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Delay, Loss of Control, Use of Angelic Grace, magical sex, Sex While Floating, Multiple Orgasms, Marathon Sex, Sex, Sexual Content, Masturbation, Snowball Fights, Dirty Talk, destiel smut, Porn with Feelings, Classic Rock, Happy Ending, Dom/sub Undertones, Occasional Bottom Dean, Occasional Top Castiel, man tears, Love, Canon Compliant, Castiel in the Bunker, Bunker Sex, Castiel/Dean Winchester in the Bunker Summary:

A broken man and angel learn to fly. It started off with Dean teaching Cas about classic rock - because what better to cure an existential crisis? Then it was long drives, alcohol, saving people, how to pack a good snowball, and eventually sex and love. Dean and Castiel learn to be together after crashing into love.

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older fics just hit differently huh? This one is Yes. Lots of good pts, yes there IS grace sharing/grace sex :3. Also there is POETRY, and discussions of morality and consequences, and philosophy, and Cas flexes his angel powers - always fun - and like... angels as eternal beings, and philosophical/conceptual discussions with plays on senses of scope (Cas compares Dean to flowers :'3 which is cute and also like... has a human ever fallen in love with a daisy?). The one, like, major miss is at abt like... hm like 1/3 or 2/5-ish in Sam mentions going on a trip with Eileen to an island of supernatural beings with other hunters on a sort of hunter pilgrimage to hunt "monsters and witches," and I'd like... dude they're on a fckn island. Do you humans REALLY have to go and bother them?? like who are they bothering. They're on an island it apparently takes a MONTH to get to by boat. Just leave them alone!! Also the author kept referring to Emily Dickinson as Emily Dickens and I wasn't sure it wasn't someone else, until they quoted an Emily Dickinson poem and I was like, oh not it should be Dickinson.

But blips aside, it definitely is good thru the last half and ends on a high note, so yes. I do recommend. It's not quite the "angels as infinite beings" that DtA haz going on, and it has a bit of angels as xenobiology thing too, but like not too much, and ultimately I think it does establish and explore a sort of "angels as eternal beings of celestial intent" kind of deal, which I like in a fic.

And it was published in 2016 so it operates on a slightly more hmm how do I say...like, serious? approach to heaven and angels and less like... silly or cynical like some more contemporary stuff gets, with spn buckling somewhat under the weight of the ludicrousness of its own escalations and like... losing the ability therefore to fully carry the weight of the conceit of being able to take it at face value anymore.

...*Reading Rainbow voice* but you don't have to take MY word for it-

[weekendwritingmarathon]

This weekly roundup includes fics written (at least in part) during the 1k1h sprints and/or the Weekend Writing Marathon events.

Fics are ordered first by fandom, then by word count from smallest to largest.

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Maybe Once, Maybe Twice (chapter 6) by @shiphitsthefan​

Hannibal (TV), Charlie Countryman (2013), The Big C (TV) || Lee Fallon/Nigel (Charlie Countryman) || Explicit || No major warnings apply || 2,899 words

Summary: “The fuck is all this?” Nigel asks, stepping into the room, kicking at a set of stocks. Lee chuckles. “I think we could safely call it a dungeon, my dear Watson.” “There’s nothing down here that couldn’t be achieved with plastic wrap, toothpicks, and a clothespin or three.” “Why, Nigel,” begins Lee, looking at him over his shoulder, teasing and sultry and absurdly innocent in that way only Lee could ever manage. “I had no idea I was dating the Marquis de MacGyver." Nigel grins, and starts to reply, and then sees what Lee is standing directly in front of. A breeding bench. *** Nigel has demons to face; Lee has himself to unravel. The answer, obviously, is sexual healing.

Other Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Alpha Lee (The Big C), Omega Lee (The Big C), Trans Character, BDSM, Bondage, Breeding Bench, Power Exchange, Blanket Permission, References to Past Non-Consensual Situation Not Between the Main Characters, Domestic Disputes, Relationship Negotiation, Clear Open and Honest Communication, Self-Acceptance, crawling, Hand Feeding, Dirty Talk, Consensual Somnophilia, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rough Sex, True Mates

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Whisked Away (chapter 16) by @shiphitsthefan​

Hannibal (TV), Supernatural || Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Bedelia Du Maurier & Hannibal Lecter, Charlie Bradbury/Beverly Katz  || Explicit || No major warnings apply || 3,508 words

Summary: Alana takes a few more sips before setting the coffee back onto the saucer. “So you believe in psychics? Or, at least, don’t disbelieve in them.” “I suppose that there could be individuals who do more than read physical tells, make educated guesses, and ask leading questions,” Hannibal says. He raises his cup back to his lips. “Why do you ask?” Alana laces her fingers together on top of the table. “His name is Will Graham.” *** Will has always seen too much of the lives of others to ever want one of his own. On the other hand, Hannibal, as proprietor of Whisked Away, his hobby coffee shop and café, is living the public life he's always wanted. Still, he longs to be seen and understood for who he really is. Neither ever saw this coming.

Other Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Hannibal is Not a Cannibal, Hannibal is a Nice Guy, Psychic Will Graham, Agoraphobia, Psychic Bond, Love at First Sight, Alcohol, Hannibal has Feelings, Disordered Eating, Fantasizing, Masturbation, Food Porn, Dreamscapes, Past Bedelia Du Maurier/Hannibal Lecter, Dom/sub Undertones, Non-Sexual Submission, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Past Abuse, Drunkenness, Soft Hannibal, Foot Fetish, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pop Culture, Knitting, Hand Feeding, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Blindfolds, Past Torture, Glacial Burn

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Trellis (chapter 2 and 3) by @enoliel​

MCU || Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov || Mature || No major warnings apply || 2,175 words

Summary: Life in Haven was pure. Judith was devoted, but following the Light required perfection, and discipline and punishment were the tools to achieve that state. It was known and understood, as fundamental as breathing air. Until the fire and the late summer rain stole her away.

Other Tags: POV Outsider, Kidnapping, Anxiety Attacks, Mentions of past abuse, Domestic fluff, Food as a metaphor for love

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This Side of Paradise by @50shadesofsubtext​

Supernatural RPF || Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins/Danneel Harris || Mature || No major warnings apply || 632 words

Summary: Jensen and Danneel convince Misha to come back to Austin for the weekend to see the now-open brewery.

Other Tags: Threesome - F/M/M. Family Business Beer Co.. Bartender Jensen, Jensen is a Showoff Behind the Bar, Misha and Danneel Love it. Fluff

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High Alert by @50shadesofsubtext​

Supernatural || Castiel/Dean Winchester || Explicit || Underage || 905 words

Summary: Cas is pretty sure Mary Winchester is not paying him $40 a week to sleep with her son. He’s pretty sure he should be teaching the kid to play the piano.

Other Tags: SPN AU & Trope Bingo, Music Teacher Castiel, Teacher-Student Relationship, Underage Sex, Age Difference, Butt Plugs

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Gravity by @50shadesofsubtext

Supernatural || Castiel/Dean Winchester || General || No major warnings apply || 1,165 words

Summary: Claire asks her dads to teach her how to dance before the school's Valentine's Day dance.

Other Tags: Dancing, Domestic Fluff

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All Along the Watchtower by @50shadesofsubtext

Supernatural || Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester || Mature || Graphic Depiction of Violence || 2,939 words

Summary: Gabriel is held prisoner for years before he is rescued by a tall, shaggy-haired police detective.

Other Tags: Violence, Torture, Prisoner Gabriel, Detective Dean Winchester, Detective Sam Winchester, Mafia AU, Mute/deaf au, Muteness, Angst, Dark, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt

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Blur by @otrera-kicks-ass​

Supernatural || None || General || No major warnings apply || 3,075 words

Summary: Gabriel gets out.

Other Tags: Season 13 spoilers, coda 13x13, major spoilers

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Mr. Perfect Beard by @tryslora​

Teen Wolf || Stiles/Derek || Explicit || Author chooses not to give major warnings || 5,063 words

Summary: Seriously, Derek needs to stop growing that beard or Stiles isn’t going to be able to control himself. There will be kissing and fondling and Stiles really just wants to lay Derek out on the bed and fuck him senseless.

Other Tags: College AU, Beard Kink, Human AU, Bottom!Derek, Top!Stiles, First Time

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Prettier in Pink (chapter 5) by @shiphitsthefan​

Valhalla Rising, Ella Enchanted (2004), Hannibal (TV), Supernatural || Prince Charmont/One Eye (Valhalla Rising), Charlie Bradbury/Beverly Katz || Explicit || No major warnings apply || 3,351 words

Summary: “He had on this tight black t-shirt with hot pink glitter letters,” and Charlie sounds smug, which is never a good sign. “It said, ‘Unicorns don’t lose sleep over the opinions of little ponies.’” Charmont hesitates, but ultimately meets Charlie’s gaze in the mirror as she stands back up. There’s a wicked gleam in her eye, the kind of sparkle Charlie only gets when she knows she’s hooked her best friend. “Maybe he just doesn’t think friendship is all that magical,” they say. “Those pants I told you about? The collar? The eye patch?” Charlie embraces Charmont from behind, her chin resting on their shoulder. “Ballerina pink leather.” A little alarm bell starts to ring in a dusty corner of Charmont’s mind. They take a deep breath, because this is beyond absurd. “Charlie, did you accidentally find me a pastel leatherman?” *** Charlie, Charmont's best friend and fellow Dom, knows they don't take abused subs anymore; in fact, Charmont doesn't take any subs, at all. For the quiet, mysterious man Charlie met at the club, however, Charmont might make an exception.

Other Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Genderqueer Character, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Gentle Dom Charmont, Sub One Eye, Frank That Works At The Hot Topic, One Eye Needs At Least 400 Hugs, Leather Kink, Boot Worship, I Solemnly Swear That This Fic Is Not Crack, Foot Fetish, Foot Jobs, Coming In Pants, One Eye Has A Terrible Backstory, Past Torture, past enslavement, Heavily Implied Past Rape/Non-con

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[killed-by-cas-confession]

Cas became a comfort character very recently for me. Maybe it was because I kept taking small breaks from the show- 1-3 years here and there. I ended around Season 10 (no reason, just hyperfixated on other things +life), came back and caught up to season 11, quit again due to life and jobs and stress, then came back when they announced the end and caught up once more.  But coming back this time, idk. Something about Castiel’s hope got to me. He always tried to just do good. Even if he was mocked, or people got angry with him, he stood by his decisions, even if sometimes that wasn’t the best thing to do in hindsight. He did it because he thought it was right. He was brave. And kind. And loving. And I think Season 13 with Jack really started hitting me hard with that.  And Dean.  Hoo boy, Dean. I was taken with him from the moment I saw his face, half coherent and in a sickly daze from the flu, “Bloody Mary” just happening to be the episode airing for a marathon to celebrate season 9 premiering.  I was 13/14.  And I continue to only relate to him. Out of all the video games I’ve played, which has to be in the thousands, all the RPGs and the character driven storytelling marvels I’ve played, all the shows I’ve tried since SPN, all the films I’ve seen, never did I relate to someone like Dean. He was repressed. Damaged. Lonely. Loving. Kind. Stayed strong because he had to.  I always connected to that.  And as he healed, so did I. I’m still not great. I have an anxiety disorder, chronic low self-esteem, think I don’t deserve love, that i have to take care of my family, that my wants come second place in any relationships i have. I’m learning to let go of that. Its a long road.  But Dean and I are both more than that. Dean was brave. So Brave. He had that ‘give ‘em hell attitude’, that selflessness, that ultimate love, the love that practically tore him apart that he gave so much to everyone around him, always.  Did he have his issues? God, yes. He bottled things up, let them boil over, just recently got better at talking through the shit he was facing in his head.  But he was a hero. And he was everything I aspired to be. I like to think I at least picked up some of his good traits over the years since he was with me throughout my very formative years. He was there when I had no one else, and I mean no one.

I will hold him forever in my heart for being the one person who was there for me, who I felt would be proud of me, who I felt would push me forward, and who did just that for the worst years of my life.  He meant the world.

over the last few days (after the f*****), ive realised just how much cas and dean actually mean to me, and to put it briefly i just find myself really identifying myself with them in a lot of different aspects (feeling out of place like cas, the tendency to repress things like dean, being straightn’t, etc..)

so i was just wondering if you guys could reblog this and tag it with reasons why cas and/or dean mean so much to you?

i think it’d be really wholesome to just share how much they mean to us as a fandom, especially with how they deserved so much better, and how a lot of us were just really generally affected by how things went down

[seenashwrite]

Build Me Up, Buttercup - Part Two: An Angel, A Demon, And A Vampire Walk Into A Garage.

Status: Part 2 of ___  Word Count: 3.5K  Category: Multi-Part; Alternative Universe:Fantasy [maaaybe] ; Pseudo cross-over [“The Princess Bride”]; Adventure; Humor; Parody; Friendship; Family; see Grandpa’s list in Part One as well [wink]   Rating: Teen & Up  Character(s): Dean, Sam, Female O.C., Grandpa & Grandson, various SPN past & present Pairing(s): Sorry, kiddos - you’ll have to wait & see Warnings: None Author’s Note(s): Shifts between the “real world” and the "book” are in larger text; see more post-story Overall Summary: See Part One Part Two Summary: Dean struggles with his new reality - and a familiar trio arrives on the scene to shake it up. 

           * ~ * Build Me Up, Buttercup : Master Post * ~ *

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Flipping to the next page, the old man went on.

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“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. "What if something happens to her? I'm afraid we'll never see her again!"

"Offffff course you are," Dean replied with a sly grin, having not missed the way his brother had been stealing glances and blushing around their - he had to admit, quite intelligent and pretty - former apprentice for months.

"She has always said she would drop everything for us if we needed her, that she'd be there for us, and you had to go and---"

"How can you be so sure she’d come through for us? She hated my guts, Sam. Absolute pure hate, right down to the knee in my junk, you think that happens every day!?"

Sam's eyebrows shot up. "To you?! I haven't got a clue how many times that must've happened to you!"

As fate would have it, Sam was right - not the crotch thing, the first thing. Their one-time hunter-in-training never made it to her destination. It seemed that during her travels, she decided to investigate a case she'd gotten wind of and ended up on a ferry that was attacked by vampirates, who never leave captives alive. 

And so when the Winchesters got word that she'd been murdered---

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"Murdered by vampirates is good!" exclaimed the kid.

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---a frustrated Sam fought with his brother before quickly packing up only what he needed, and leaving the bunker, driving through the night, neither eating nor sleeping - not even reading any of The Lore - for days.

Dean ate an entire large pizza with extra mushrooms and their accompanying bread sticks, gave shots of coconut rum a try, ate three bags of Doritos, vomited down the hallway, then indulged in a ten-hour porn marathon, all interspersed with the occasional forkful of apple pie straight out of the tin, and a case and a half of beer.

The first day.

"I will never rum again," Dean muttered to himself, just before letting loose one final belch and passing out.

More than a few years came and went, during which something very strange and inexplicable was happening to their world - and for the Winchesters, this was saying quite a lot.

Sam had not spoken with Dean since the night he'd left, though he kept tabs on not only his brother but the ever-evolving drama within and amongst the various supernatural factions.

Without the brothers' influence on otherworldly doings, politics began playing more of a role than they had in the past. Contracts and treaties in place for years, possibly centuries even, were regularly challenged. Deals were made under tables. Established powers were pushed out - or murdered - to make way for new sovereigns. And one self-appointed monarch in particular had recently come out on top.

In the front yard of a newly-constructed mansion (near castle, truth be told) that was quite out-of-place in a modest province of the country called Florin, people were packed nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. They were waiting to hear an announcement from their ruler Rowena, the once self-proclaimed Queen Regent of Hell, current self-proclaimed monarch of Florin, and it was a very special announcement, indeed - she was about to reveal her husband-to-be.

Trumpets blared and the crowd hushed as Rowena stepped out onto the large balcony several floors above the front door of her earthly pseudo-castle, flanked by members of her coven.

"My perky peasants! In just one month, it will be the tenth anniversary of what I know has been the happiest times of your putrid existence - the day I started my reign. And at sundown on that day, I shall wed a wee lad who was once a commoner, like yourselves. But I suspect you won't find him so common now, will you? Would you like to meet him?"

The crowd roared - many due to the threats being whispered to them by Rowena's minions who were sprinkled throughout - but most were excited for the reveal because it put them that much closer to the buffet and ‘80s cover band awaiting them in the backyard. Plus, word was the pool had a slide.

"People! I present to you my little Buttercup, the Crown Prince of Florin - Dean!"

Dean gradually stepped into the crowd, walking slowly on a red carpet that stretched from the gazebo in the side yard, then across the circular drive, through at least twenty flower-laden archways, ultimately finding himself next to the gaudy, jewel-accented fountain that featured two sculpted cherubs pissing on each other instead of down into the basin.

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The sneer on his face was locked-in tight, as was the shiny gold crown atop his head. Like Rowena, her coven, her bodyguards, her minions - and all the townspeople, as required by the new laws - he was dressed in clothing that was close to, but not quite hitting the mark of, something one might see on people living around the year 1700. The colors seemed too bold, the gold accoutrements too shiny, and his shoes all seemed to have heels.

Dean looked at the crowd, actually a little envious - at least they didn't have to wear brocade tunics that felt more like dresses, and stupid tights that cramped his junk, and those damned heels. Even the bum who was perpetually wandering about the town square - or, to Rowena's great disdain, lounging in front of her mansion - got to wear boots. On the other hand, they were worse off than he was in a lot of ways. Rowena had sent the entire continent back into a dark age. Not like the Dark Ages, but close enough - the people were both literally and figuratively in the dark.

After only a little less than a decade's worth of her spell-casting, it seemed like everyone, excepting those heading into this world-upending disaster with prior knowledge of the supernatural, had forgotten where they were and what time period they lived in. They simply accepted any modernity from Rowena and her crew as par for the course, just a royal's life versus a peasant's. Though her coven had provided a few changes of clothing for each person, handed out horses and cows like crazy, and worked their mojo to get crops to spring up right away, she'd cut off all utilities, drained every service station of gas, even shut down land lines, isolating everyone completely.

And Dean had absolutely no idea why, or what he could do about it, especially without his friends. Without Sam. Hell, he'd have even taken help from what's-her-face, though her getting ganked by vampirates still made him a bit giddy to imagine.

But nevertheless, his emptiness consumed him. Although the new laws of the enchanted land gave Rowena the right to choose her groom, and despite what he suspected was an abundance of attempted spell-casting on him specifically by the coven, he did not love her.

Dean gagged when he thought about the upcoming wedding night. He'd been drinking so much over the years - that is, the ones since Sam left, and the one during which he’d been stuck in Florin - he couldn't even get fully drunk anymore, so how he'd manage to get through it was beyond him. Didn't matter that Rowena reassured him that it'd be the best night of his life due to her centuries of experience; after that tidbit, he actually had thrown up.

He would cheer himself by sneaking away at night - minus the tights - and would stay in the shadows of houses for a few miles til he could cut across the old mini-mall parking lot that was now occupied by grazing sheep, in order to reach his favorite place. Dean always took a deep breath once he'd entered, inhaling the comforting smell of motor oil and metal. Taking apart cars - or just pieces of them - and putting them together again was his only remaining joy.

And he was so focused on his task at hand, laying on his back, rolled underneath his latest project, that it didn't register with him initially how unusual it was to hear another person's voice that late at night, much less inside the abandoned garage.

"A word, sir? We're male models looking to pick up a little work, you happen to know of any runways around here?"

"Nope, nothing for miles."

Then Dean frowned as he felt himself being yanked out from under the car, and thought he got a glimpse of someone familiar before everything went black.

Crowley stood to the side, inspecting the knuckles of the fist he'd just used, while Gabriel helped lift the unconscious Dean, keeping him propped upright as Benny squatted a bit, then hoisted the passed-out prince up and over his shoulder.

"You know, it really annoys me when you do that," Gabriel said to Crowley. "I had a great zinger all ready to go: ‘Then there will be no one to hear you scream' - I mean, come ON."

"What's that you're doing, there?" asked Benny, watching as Crowley meandered around the garage, splashing little drops of something from a small bottle on the floor.

"I'm leaving a clue behind for Mother's hounds. A touch of Eau de Moose."

Benny and Gabriel shared a confused glance - Crowley saw their expressions when he turned back to them, then sighed before he explained.

"Not an ounce of forethought between you. That was watered-down fancy shampoo, one that's not readily available around these parts now-a-days, but via my contacts, I happen to know entire cases are whipped up by Rowena's little band of bitches and sent as peace offerings to the only thing standing between her and access to the last active hellmouth on the continent."

Benny and Gabriel stared at him blankly.

"The kingdom just a hop-skip away? Guilder? Used to be Texas, Louisiana, New Mexico, actual Mexico, whatnot? Where we're headed shortly? Across that abyss of a bay that popped up, formerly known as Oklahoma?"

No response.

"Where the big little brother of our princess here---" Crowley gave Dean's ass a sharp WHAP that echoed through the room "---has set himself up on the throne? You lot are too dumb to breathe."

Crowley made his way out of the garage then, shaking his head.

"Uh, vampire," Gabriel pointed out, jabbing a thumb in Benny's direction, then swinging it around to himself. "Angel. We don't exactly need to have a lot of breathing happening."

They followed after Crowley, keeping behind buildings and speaking quietly, guided by a soft glow Gabriel let out of his eyes - not even worth a 100 watt bulb, as the coven's double-downed stranglehold on the energy in and around Florin extended to demons and angels and any other creatures trapped in the their bubble.

"So what, boss, idea is your mama will think Sam came and got Dean?" asked Benny.

Crowley nodded. "And when Dean's body is found on Guilder land---"

"Whoa!" Benny exclaimed, stopping immediately.  "You never said anything about killin' anybody."

Crowley whirled around to face him, angry.

"I hired you to help me start a war. It's a prestigious line of work with a long and glorious tradition."

"I just don't think it's right... killing Dean. Don't ever seem to work, anyhow."

"Am I going mad, or did the word think escape your lips?! You were not hired for your brains, you sharp-toothed bucket of gumbo!"

"I agree with Benny," said Gabriel, crossing his arms.

"Oh, warped-wings has spoken! What happens to Dean is not your concern. I’ll kill him!  And remember this, never forget this - when I found you, you were so depleted of grace, you couldn't even conjure strippers and candy!"

Crowley turned back to Benny.

"Then you! Pale, munching on mangy, anemic animals, hopeless! Do you want me to send you to where you were, hiding in caves, in Purgatory?!"

They continued on to the docks in silence, all climbing into the modest wooden boat that was powered only by a combination of wind in the sails and - mostly - Benny's rowing. After they settled the unconscious Dean, Gabriel untied the line. Benny sat near the middle, picked up the oars and began to row, while Gabriel lit a small lantern near the bow. 

And Crowley pulled a flask from his jacket, leaned back, closed his eyes as he began sipping.

Benny's grip on the oars was tight and his jaw was clenched and twitching. Lack of full strength and diminished powers aside, Benny was a big dude. And while Gabriel still had enough juice to at least get himself out of the vampire's way should he opt to let the fists fly, he was pretty sure Crowley would get quite the beat-down if the muscle of their trio got angry enough. 

He didn't want to kill Dean, either - would’ve been happier if it was Crowley. Still, like it or not, they were going to need Crowley and his contacts to get hold of Sam. Then it was left to hope, that Sam hadn’t changed, that he would still go to bat for Dean, and if not Dean, then for the greater good in general - not terribly unlike the need for Benny to cool off and realize Crowley couldn’t be dealt with quite yet. They needed all the allies they could get, even the questionable ones.

And so it was, Gabriel decided to do what we was best at: making a joke of a serious situation.

"Yo-ho-ho, matey," he said to Benny with a cautious grin. "So... any limericks you, ah... know know know?"

Benny's rowing slowed just long enough for him to shoot Gabriel a look that was somewhere between puzzled and annoyed, then got back on rhythm.

"Whoo, tough crowd," Gabriel said under his breath.

A few moments of silence passed, and Gabriel scooted a little closer, spoke a little lower.

"That Crowley, man, he sure can... bitch."

Silence for another few moments, but then:

"I bet it's 'cause his mama's a witch."

Gabriel stifled his laughter, but a glance over his shoulder told him Crowley had caught the retort due to the exaggerated roll of his eyes, followed by a large pull off the flask.

"Aw, he's just a little sack of... charm," Gabriel said.

"Well I’m gonna help him buy the farm," Benny shot back immediately.

Now Gabriel snickered loudly, and Crowley spit most of his mouthful out, spraying it over the side of the boat but also sending a healthy amount down his chin and onto his jacket.

"Enough!" he growled at them.

"Hey Benny, should we choke him dead?"

"’Fore we do, I best get fed."

Crowley cursed under his breath and went to drink more from his flask, only to find it empty. He chucked it into the water, then whipped his head around to face his companions - the flash of red in his eyes silenced them effectively. For several hours, the only sound was the swish of the paddles and the occasional gust of wind hitting the sail.

The sky had been overcast but now handfuls of clouds dissipated. The moon and stars were bright enough that Gabriel extinguished the lantern. There were little waves to speak of, and they could now see the smog-topped crag looming in the distance, the ones rumored to make climbers insane - and they’d have to scale it, their captive in tow, in order to get to the Guilder border.

"We'll reach the cliffs by dawn," Crowley commented, then frowned at Gabriel. "Why are you doing that?"

He was referring both to Gabriel’s present location and the focused expression on his normally affable face - the archangel was still near the bow, but was facing backwards, looking behind them.

"Making sure nobody's following us," he replied slowly.

"That would be inconceivable," Crowley declared.

"Despite what you think, you'll get caught - and when you are, hoo-boy, is Rowena gonna light into your sorry asses."

They all looked to the sound of Dean's voice.

"Hey, you're up!" Benny exclaimed, a genuine smile on his face.

Dean's jaw dropped. "Benny?"

"Yeah, brother. Good to see ya."

"Wish I could say the same - what the hell, man?!"

"You know, of all the asses on this boat, your highness, the one you should be worrying about is your own," Crowley said to Dean, with nothing but contempt - and perhaps a touch of jealousy - in his voice. He received an enthusiastic bird in response.

Gabriel sighed, then turned back to his scouting.

"Stop doing that! We can all relax! It's almost over," Crowley demanded.

"You're sure nooobody's following us?" Gabriel responded without turning, still studying the waters behind them with concern in his eyes.

"As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable! No one in Guilder knows what we've done, and no one in Florin could have gotten here so fast." Crowley paused, his eyes narrowing. "Out of curiosity, why do you ask?

Gabriel shrugged. "Oh, I dunno, I just happened to look behind us and something's there?"

"What?!"

Crowley scooted away from Dean and closer to Gabriel. He was pulling at his collar in a rare show of nerves, but then cleared his throat, adjusted his tone and posture back to one of nonchalance.

"Probably some local fisherman out for a pleasure cruise at night."

"Oh, totally - through the witch's eel-infested waters," Benny tacked on sarcastically, pausing his rowing to take a look as well.

"Yep, like you do," added Gabriel.

But the ne'er-do-well trio jumped in sync at the sound of a splash, turning around just in time to see Dean emerge from his dive, paddling furiously away from them.

Crowley shoved Gabriel's shoulder. "Go in! Go after him!"

Gabriel gave him a look. "I don't swim! I snap fingers, badda-bing, badda-boom, I'm there."

They both looked to Benny.

"What?" he asked.

"Go!" they answered.

"I only dawg-paddle," he replied, moving his arms in said stroke’s motions for emphasis.

The demon and the angel raised their eyebrows in near-unison.

"You were a sailor," Gabriel said slowly.

Benny let out a half-chuckle. "Yeah, the boys always gave me hell for that. Funny, huh?"

"Aarrrgggh!" Crowley yelled, and lunged at Benny, rocking the boat briefly.

"For cryin’ out.... just..... here, come on, start getting to the left," Gabriel said, pushing Crowley aside, taking one of the oars from Benny.

And then they all froze - including Dean, who stopped moving forward and started treading water - as a horrid screeching sound filled the air.

Crowley began to laugh, saying,"You know what that sound is, you wet little squirrel? Those are the shrieking eels! If you don't believe me, just wait - they always grow louder when they're about to feed on flesh!"

Dean's eyes grew wide and he was startled as he felt something large brush past him, causing more than a few extra ripples in the water.

"If you swim back now I promise we'll figure something out, Dean - and I doubt you'll get such a deal from your new scaly friends."

But Dean didn't have time to reply because one of those aforementioned scaly friends had circled back around, hovering just below the water about ten feet out, seemingly prepping to head right at his face.

"H-hey there, buddy?" Dean tried, tacking on a shaky grin, though his charm was wasted.

Suddenly it began its charge, obtaining such speed Dean knew there was no chance he could swim away in time, and right when it was moments away, unhinging its jaw and letting out one final victory screech----

.

"Dean does not get eaten by the eels at this time."

The kid blinked, startled out of his concentration. "What?"

"The eel doesn't get him - I'm explaining it to you, because you looked nervous," his grandfather said, glancing down.

The kid followed suit, noticing for the first time that he'd been wadding up his bedding in his hands as he'd listened to the story.

"I... I wasn't... wasn't nervous," he replied, loosening his grip. "Well,  maybe I was a little bit concerned but that's not the same thing."

"We can stop now, if you---"

"No, you could read a little bit more, I mean, if you want to," the kid jumped in immediately.

With a nod of agreement, and an adjustment of glasses, the old man went back to the page.

"'You know what that sound is, you wet little squirrel? Those are the shrieking eels! If you---'"

"Past that, Grandpa. You read it already," the kid interrupted.

"Oh... oh my goodness, I did. I'm sorry. Beg your pardon. Alright, alright, lets see... uh... he was in the water, the eel was going after him, he was frightened, the eel started to charge him and then..."

.

----Benny leaned over and knocked out the eel with one punch while Crowley and Gabriel hauled Dean onto the boat.

Crowley was already beginning to tie a shivering Dean's hands with rope, Gabriel holding him in a semi-choke hold, when all three turned towards the stern due to a loud, sucking, toilet-plunger-on-a-mission type of sound.

Benny looked up and over the eel, to which he was currently giving a deep-fanging, mumbling, "What?"

They continued staring.

"What?!" he demanded, greenish-blue blood sneaking out the corners of his mouth. 

"Let's give the little fella a burial at sea, huh?" Gabriel suggested gently, and though Benny seemed disappointed, he let his late dinner - or early breakfast, depending on how you looked at it - slip back into the water.

But now that Benny was back to rowing and Dean was tied up to Crowley's satisfaction, Gabriel released him and stood, resuming his survey of what was now clearly another boat, similar in size to theirs, and not terribly far behind.

"I think he's getting closer," Gabriel muttered.

"He's no concern of ours! Sail on!" Crowley snapped. Then he turned narrowed eyes back to Dean. "I suppose you think you're still brave, don't you?"

Dean was gazing absently over Crowley's shoulder, at the cliffs which were just beginning to glow thanks to the barely-there sunrise, when he quietly responded.

"Only compared to some."

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"Is that a rapier?" Gabriel asked, astonished, turning from the edge of the cliff to look at the others. "Have either of you got a sword, because I sure as hell went and left mine back in the pocket of my other pair of homemade britches, in my other life, pre-Rowpocalypse, oh no WAIT, no it’s not, because I haven't ever NEEDED one!"

"I thought you were a soldier," Benny said, in a snotty tone not unlike the one used on him when being asked how it was a sailor couldn’t swim. 

"We weren’t fencing,” Gabriel replied, testy, though he shrugged, adding, “Besides. I blew the horn."

"You were the boogie-woogie bugle boy?!"

Barely sputtering the sentence out, Benny then fell into gales of laughter, bending at the waist to grab his knees, gasping.

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"I don't mean to pry, but - you don't by any chance happen to have any red lipstick?"

The masked woman paused in her boot-shaking task and stared for a beat or two. "Red's not your color," she informed him.

Gabriel chuckled, glanced down, but when he looked back up, she was surprised to see slightly glassy eyes.  

So she pulled a tube from her bra, because where the hell else was she supposed to stash it in that getup? And further, it wasn't like she was gonna leave it on the boat to melt. She liked the pop of color against the monochrome clothing, not to mention the vitamin E and SPF. After all, those of the vamp persuasion needed to be mindful of peeling or chapped lips. It was just common courtesy, don't judge her.

She uncapped it, rolled up a bit, and tilted it towards him. 

He noted the deep neutral hue and gave a satisfied nod, saying, "Thanks."

She nodded in return, then began putting her boots back on as he - without being asked - launched into his backstory.

"My sex life was ruined by a red-lipsticked woman..."

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"Abs, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got the  anniversary celebration to plan, my wedding to arrange, my husband to murder and Guilder to frame for it - I'm just swamped!"

"Oh, Ro," Abaddon said sympathetically, walking back over and giving Rowena a quick, no-bodily-contact, pseudo-hug. "Listen to a former queen, alright?"

"Do not tell me to get some rest," Rowena said flatly.

"No, I'm going to tell you to get a pedicure. If you haven't got your open-toe Manolos, then you haven't got anything."

And with a blood-red, half-hearted smile - plus two quick air kisses - Abaddon turned away and headed down to the pit, though she did pause, glanced over her shoulder, gave Rowena one last piece of advice.

“Might wanna run by the salon, too - your roots are showing.” 

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"I don't envy the headache you'll have when you wake up - but in the meantime, sleep well, Benny-boy. And dream of Cajun women."

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"There's a shortage of perky nipples in this world - so hell, what’s two more?"

Dean jumped, dropped the angel blade, and wheeled around, eyes widening when he realized who was lying on his bed.

“YOU?!?” he bellowed.

“What’s up, Buttercup.”

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"Okay, you know-it-all: what about the A.S.S.E.S.?" Dean demanded.

"Angels Sulking Silently, Especially in Swamps?” she asked, then shrugged. “Eh. I don't think they exist."

Which is, naturally, when she felt like a steamroller came at her from a particularly dank grouping of trees just off to her right - and whatever it was, it smelled pretty dank, too.

Author’s Note #2: I should *NOT* have to say this, but here we are -

The samples/teasers above from upcoming parts BELONG TO ME; they are not ideas or concepts that are free for other authors to use, even if I NEVER USE THEM; I often toss people “freebies”, but I make it clear when I am fine with them taking a concept & running with it.

Author’s Note #3: Tangentially related: I am aware that maaaaany many many many others have done this cross-over. I have only scanned over two, myself, and was actually asked advice on one of them. As noted, the first part was intended as a one-shot spoof, but it grew.

None of the others [see above, RE: two] I’ve seen have tackled it the way I am/will be doing and, as I stated in Part One of this story, >40% is completely of my imagining, minus the re-creation of certain scenes in the novel/the movie.

This story began on 21 March 2017, so if you stumble upon a TPB/SPN cross-over story that was published prior to that date & has such stark similarities to mine that you think I should address it, please don’t hesitate to let me know.

* Removed old tag list for length’s sake! - Jan 2018

[softsophos]

When they're trying to convince mick to rebel against the British men of letters like "cas won't like you if you don't have free will! It's his biggest turn-on!"

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Break #1: Midway through season 6

We're quite enjoying Soulless Sam

Good Cas and good Meg!

My friend says "this season... you can tell they meant to end before this."

Now we're making demon cake! I'll explain when it's in the oven lol

[dawnie1988]

Hey, mama ain't no dummy 😁 I've got one of my own, if you don't mind me piggybacking off your post.

Context: Mom (almost 64) is a big Sam girl - but ultimately a Cas girl - and basically not a Dean girl at all ( 'why's he gotta be such an asshole all the time? Sam is just trying to help.')

Me: *watching a spn convention panel on YouTube with my mom, laughing at Jensen's deadpan look*

Mom: Jesus girl what are you laughing at now?

Me: That dead stare of his just makes me laugh. You don't think it's funny?

Mom: They just have such different vibes. Like, you look at Sam's face and he's just cute and looks so sweet. He's more playful. Dean's face just says........sex.

Me: *laughing* What? Where the hell did that come from and what does it have to do with what I asked you?

Mom: Well I'm just saying. You can tell he thinks he's a sex magnet.

Bonus

Context: 2 yrs ago, watching a Walking Dead marathon while it was during season 2

Mom: Ya know.....

Me: What?

Mom: Daryl's cute in that.......dirty kind of way.

Me: *giggling at the randomness* You mean like scruffy?

Mom: No, like dirty.

Context: mom (70 yrs) has - sadly - only watched 3 seasons of spn because monsters and nightmares.

Me: And Jensen's got an album coming out soon.

Mom: wHAt HE siNGs??!????

Me: Yeah. He's got a pretty good voice, too.

Mom: I WANT THE ALBUM

Me: It's with one of his friends who's an actual singer/songwriter/musician.

Mom: GIMMMMMMEEEEEEEE

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Peer Review Time! Let's rate episodes my friend gave 5 Stars when they watched for the first time

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I'm counting how many people die in episodes for the quilt we're making so we've reached the philosophical question: do the cartoon people in scoobynatural count as a human dying? Are they alive?

[softsophos]

Ultimate Supernatural Marathon Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Recipe (For Disaster) Blog Post below the cut but

TLDR: my friend and I are on a quest to determine if it's possible to watch all 15 seasons of supernatural in 13 days. We did the first 5 seasons in 4 days two years ago (I didn't really talk about it on here, didn't have too many spn followers back then) and over the next 4.5 days we're watching seasons 6-10.

I'm chronicling it here, feel free to send asks (thoughts and prayers) or interact, but I will be tagging posts about it so you can ignore me.

Wish us luck!

So, once upon a time in lockdown...

My friend and I were discussing how now that everything is 'binged' (streamed) we as a society have lost the certain je ne sais quoi of a good-old-fashioned-slightly-unhinged-binge-watch. Why I remember, back in the day, my older sister doing sleep-overs with her friends to watch like all five marvel movies! News stories warning of coming across abandoned homes with skeletons sitting in front of a still running netflix! Now-a-days everyone binges everything so no one binges anything, if you know what I mean.

And what better to do a classic ill-advised binge watch with than the classic work of art, the CW's Supernatural? 15 seasons worth of content and experience that feels like a fever dream anyway! Plus, my friend had never seen it and might as well get an Experience for their trouble, eh?

With 327 episodes it would take a bit over 10 days with absolutely no pauses whatsoever. So we're going for 13 days broken into three 5 season segments. And by 'going for' to be clear there is a spreadsheet documenting our schedule in 15 minute increments for the whole time. For funsies!

Additional fun includes thematic baking, cooking, and crafts (we're making a blanket!).

The crew is myself (The Professional), my friend (The Initiate), and my friend's fiancé who also will be living there (The Unsuspecting).

Once again, please feel free to ask us how it's going, chat with us, or just block the tag lol. Regardless, be aware that for the next several days I will be Unwell.

[dotthings]

I relate so much to this and waiting until after the fact and marathoning S13 in blocks I think helped it work better for me. Following spn week to week (I don’t watch live any more with just a few exceptions) can be slow-drip torment. And some arcs work better in the long game and some things take 2-3 seasons to finally make sense and get decent follow up. It does arrive on some things (if not others) and long game, it’s heartening.

Since I decided I am all in for S14 (against my better judgment but what can you do, here we are) I’m reminding myself to have some patience and remember the good the canon has done for me even when I was very fed up. It’s an inconsistent and sometimes infuriating source text that also still, IMO, mostly does great material and is ultimately worth the trip.

Also I’m fine with not watching if I need to but I’m glad that I am not in that kind of mode with it. If I didn’t still mostly enjoy this I wouldn’t do it.

But it does play better inhaled as a marathon IMO. Just keeping that in mind as I do it slow burn week to week style.

Just FYI I’ve got nothing else to even add about the premiere. It’s obviously meant to be a slow burn season with quiet retrospection rather than sudden revelation and for a week to week narrative reveal this is just flat out gonna be hard to watch. Never before have I considered I should maybe stop watching and just see it all in one go afterwards, but honestly I’m too stubborn for that. I’ll try to keep this in mind when I discuss S14.

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Peer Review Time! Let's rate episodes my friend gave 5 Stars when they watched for the first time

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Peer Review Time! Let's rate episodes my friend gave 1 Star when they watched for the first time