#will never get over how cas looks at Dean after Lucifer’s taunt

[strawlessandbraless]

God is a bit of a freak

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Reality is a Dream

Part 3 of Uncaged

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Sam and Dean (mostly Dean) help the reader through a panic attack

Warnings: obviously panic attack, that’s about it, it’s mostly fluff (but also mentions of torture)

You were back in the cage; it was like you never left. Like your time at Bobby’s had been a faint, beautiful dream, but now the nightmare was back.

But it hadn’t all been a dream. Cas had really gotten Sam out. You wanted to be happy about that, you really did…

But it was impossible to be happy when looking into that face.

Lucifer’s real face. He liked to show it to you once in a while. He said, “the way it makes you scream…it’s invigorating.”

He was showing it to you now, but not to make himself happy. Sometimes he showed it when he couldn’t get over his anger; he didn’t like having one of the Winchester chew toys taken away from him, and he was gonna take it out on you.

“At least I still have one little toy.” Lucifer’s hand closed around your throat—there would be bruises later, there always were. “And you’re about to feel every. Single. Second. Of what I’m going to do to you.” Lucifer dragged you closer, your face right by his ear. “Huh, what’s that?” He taunted. “You’re so…quiet.” Lucifer pulled back just enough to let you see the grotesque twist of his lips—a smirk that preceded pain every. Time. “You were talking in your sleep, little toy. You thought you were talking to Dean and Sammy.” The smirk was gone in an instant as Lucifer’s eyes flashed in anger and his grip around your throat tightened. “You know how much I hate your voice, little toy. And now you’re gonna pay for using it.”

The grip on you changed suddenly, but you didn’t notice at first. Then, you realized that the hand around your throat was now on your shoulder, and when you blinked, the twisted features were replaced with bright green eyes and a concerned face.

“Hey, hey, wake up,” Dean said. “You’re dreaming, sweetheart. It’s a dream, you’re ok.”

You hadn’t screamed—somehow, your subconscious had trained itself to be silent in sleep after several decades of being tortured for making sleep noises—but you had been crying in your sleep. You felt the tears still making their way down your face as you tried to force away the nightmare.

Was it a nightmare? Or was this the dream?

Lucifer’s face…it had been so real…

The image flashed again in your mind, unwilling to let go, and your breath came faster and shallower as you struggled to banish it.

“Whoa whoa, easy,” Dean soothed. “I’m right here, you’re ok.”

You rubbed your eyes as if that would help, but it only seemed to further implant the image inside your retinas.

“Sm…Sa…” you gasped out for your big brother, glancing frantically around—he was nowhere in sight. You swallowed, the words caught in your throat; you couldn’t speak again…you couldn’t.

“You know how much I hate your voice, little toy.”

The words were so clear that they had you looking for the source.

“Sam went out to get some food,” Dean said. “Kiddo, calm down.”

You rubbed at your chest as you gasped for breath. You rubbed harder as your breathing got shallower, as if you could dig your way down to your lungs and get them to work again.

“Hey hey hey.” Dean grabbed hold of your hand to stop your movement and pulled you into his arms. He put his hand against the side of your head and guided your forehead to rest again his chest. “Breathe with me, kiddo. You’re having a panic attack.” Dean rested his chin on the top of your head, rocking you back and forth. “You’re safe. Just breathe.”

Dean was taking slow, exaggerated breaths, and you felt each one. You could also feel the steady, strong thump of his heart.

“In and out, just like that sweetheart.” You hadn’t even realized that your breaths were getting deeper until Dean spoke. “You’re doing so good.”

The tears were still falling, and as your terror faded out, the memories hit you hard. You sobbed in Dean’s arms, but he just kept holding you, still breathing slow and evenly to calm you down even after you stopped hyperventilating.

“Hey.” A voice in the doorway had you flinching hard in Dean’s arms, but he remained calm.

“It’s Sammy, kiddo. It’s ok.”

“What happened? Is she ok?” Sam demanded, coming to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Nightmare,” Dean explained. “I think we’re doing ok. You think so kiddo?” Dean pulled away, brushing your hair off of your tear-stained cheeks.

You nodded, sniffling, and turned your attention from Dean to Sam.

The horror lingering behind your eyes was a look Sam knew all too well.

“C’mere,” he breathed, pulling you into his arms and away from Dean. “We’re safe now, we are. We really are.”

Dean patted your back, smiling softly as you took a deep, calm breath, wiping the tears off your cheek.

You were gonna be ok.

He didn’t notice the way Sam shuddered when his eyes wandered to the corner of the room.

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[saturnneedsspace]

My whole world was flipped upside down the other day when I found out there was a lot of Sam haters in the spn fandom. I simply do not understand.

Yeah, sure, Sam did some messed up things. But so did every other character in the show.

He got addicted to demon blood because of Ruby and this alien feeling that was cast upon him because of John. His own father thought he was a monster, so you gotta know that's gonna do something to your self esteem and cause you to go out of your way to be accepted.

He traps himself in Hell with Lucifer to save his brother and the rest of the world, knowing how much trauma that will cause him. And when he got out, he didn't have a soul, which all the fault lies with Cas on that one. And when he got his soul back, he wasn't the same. The sheer trauma he had from being roomies with Lucifer was more than enough to drive any normal person insane, and he still endured silently for a long time, before he went so crazy he was forced to be put in a mental hospital. He physically could not sleep because Lucifer was taunting him so much. And the only way he ever got better was because Cas took all that trauma into himself.

Yeah, maybe Sam didn't look for Dean when he was in Purgatory, and instead spent his time with a woman instead, but he had no clue where Dean was. The last time he saw his brother, he stabbed Dick, and then him and Cas disappeared into thin air. There was no clues whatsoever to where he was. And all Dean ever wanted was for Sam to have a normal life, so after he presumes Dean dead, he does what he thinks his brother would have wanted for him.

He's angry at Dean for Gadreel, and rightfully so. His brother took away his choice in the matter by tricking him into saying yes. He was ready to die. He told Death to make sure he can't be resurrected. He wanted to die. And yes, obviously as a brother, you don't want your younger siblings to die. That's a given. But he took away Sam's choice in that and forced him to be possessed, which is where most of his trauma comes from. He was possessed by several, terrible people at one point, and it was literal torture for him. He watched helplessly as his own hands murdered and hurt many people, some of them being his own friends and family. And then it just gets worse when Gadreel forces him to kill Kevin later on.

Sam searches the ends of the Earth for Demon!Dean and even when he's told several times to stop going after him, he doesn't listen. He knows he was mistaken when he didn't look for Dean in Purgatory, so he fights to make up for it by searching for him now. Dean tries to kill him, tells him to go away, leave him be, and Sam doesn't. He does everything he can to cure him. And he does with the help of Cas. He never gave up, even long after Dean already did.

And Sam releasing Amara wasn't all his fault. Charlie, Cas, and (reluctanlty) Rowena agreed to help, too. They're all just as guilty as him. And as much as I hate saying that about Charlie, considering it got her killed, it's true. They all helped remove the mark. They all released Amara. It wasn't their intention, but they all wanted to save Dean from himself and from hurting others. They all knew how much it hurt him to not have control over his anger. They were all just trying to help and were prepared to face the consequences of that, no matter what they were, because it was for Dean and they all loved him. (This is excluding Rowena at this point obvi)

Sam is the only one who cares for Jack after he's born. Yes, Cas would've defended that kid with his life if he were still alive, but he wasn't. Only Sam and Dean were. And the first thing Dean does when he sees Jack is shoots him. Sam talks to him. Sam understands him. Sam was him. He relates to the kid in a way no one else probably could, and so he fights his brother about it. He fights to protect the misunderstood kid who's defined by the blood that runs through his veins, though he desperately tries to prove it's not who he is. People only say Dean and Cas were Jack's fathers. But Sam was Jack's first father, the first person to see him for who he truly was.

And then he shot God, getting himself injured in the process and ultimately helping them take Him down. He was a vital character through the series and sacrificed so much. He didn't deserve all that happened to him, and frankly, it makes me mad when people hate on him.

[shallowseeker]

🥂 Goodbye, 2024! 🥂

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📖 Stories 📖

This year I finished these!

Jack versus Chuck, over and over and over...

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Sam sucks sometimes, especially when it comes to sticking his nose into the Dean-Cas romantic mystery but he's also brave enough to jump after his brother into a sinkhole, so he has his moments

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The Empty is a great big bag of dicks and can apparently travel through enchanted mirrors for the sole purpose of torturing our heroes

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🎉2025 🎉

✍️ The first half of next year I'll work on these (maybe) ✍️

Chuck wants you to think Cas is his self-insert and Michael is totally gonna be the hero this time he swears it pay no attention to him giving Jack the Mark of Cain

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After leaving Raphael in a ring of fire, Dean gets weird about their near-death experience and decides to offer Cas what Chastity could not: the horizontal tango (NOTE/// omg i never added my beta's edit. I'm sorry you guys I'll do that too probably to ch1)

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🧠 Meta requests 🧠

Organize it, please (any tips?)

Rowena & Lucifer

Rowena as a Michael vessel

John's friendships (Missouri, Pastor Jim, etc.)

The Winchesters SPNwin

Samuel Campbell

Metatron arc compared to Godstiel (*in drafts)

Ruby 1.0

Mrs. Butters as bunker sentry

Naomi (she's complicated!)

John, as forcibly isolated by demons

Dean's suicidality in Moriah

Cas's fraught relationship with Jack's powers / angel nature

Soul bombs and the TFW willingness to sacrifice numerous anonymous souls at numerous times in the series

How Cas would treat John (my views on John-the-suckup are known)

If Andrea Kormos had lived to takeover the (vampiric) family business

Ca's flagrant, quietly diverted anger in season 15 (*in drafts)

The mechanisms of Dean's friendship with Cas

Dog God Dog God, Barking as a warning sign in the SPN soundscape

The kitchen of love

The family diner

The bar of friendship

The meaning of Unhuman Nature

Ketch as MoL John

Rowena's first resurrection spell and why she needed it

Marie and the hypothetical fankids (derogatory, torture)

Miracle as a cruel taunt to the fanbase, "A Shaggy Dog story"

Dean as the impala

Any vehicle meta I can think of

Jack's mimicry of Cas's looks and his mimicry of Dean

Purgatory as "undesirables"

Metaron and his dog

What if post-season 15 Chuck started writing again? what would he write?

"I was in control, she moved" in 14x16

Jack as nothingness

When The Empty told Cas (script) that he died for NOTHING

When angel/demon blads *don't kill humans; but are potent to angels/demons

Jack's parallel to Dean and Cas in being willing to do "the dirty work" and kill Dean in 14x02

Mary's hair

I'm still going through my drafts

EDIT: more penis meta (you guys can't really want that???)

EDIT: Bull meta or antlers meta

EDIT: Finish the Zachariah / The End meta*

EDIT: Dean, Cas, hands, and handprints

EDIT: Coffins and ma'lak boxes as symbols of being unable to let go

Leave a comment if I forgot one, please.

[pastorpresent]

Sam never even tried to keep track of time in the cage.

He couldn't, really. It's not like there was any form of day or night,

Just... endless torture. Taunting, pain, and no escape. It was weird. Sam would still feel hunger, feel thirsty and tired, but he didn't need any of those things.

He figured out pretty quickly after Lucifer skinned him alive and plucked out his organs that death wasn't exactly an option in the cage, just endless agony. Lucifer would fix him up with the click of his fingers, or not, instead enjoying watching as Sam tried to move with blood oozing out of him, and his organs and flesh spilling onto the floor.

He wasn't sure how long he was down there, and Lucifer took great joy in refusing to tell him. Part of Sam thought the devil didn't even know himself.

When he came back, he was fine, at least until his soul was shoved back into his body and then suddenly it felt like he was back in the cage. He had always remembered everything, but now he felt everything too.

The fear, the anguish, the panic, the despair and hopelessness...

He would've just killed himself there and then had he not been afraid of winding up in hell, back to being tortured.

Living was agony. Even if he wasn't seeing Lucifer everywhere, he could feel him like a branding on his soul forever, and it was like constantly living on the edge of a cliff.

He had panic attacks at the drop of a hat. He couldn't handle anyone getting too close, not even Dean, and the idea of anyone actually touching him made him want to throw up.

He was just... fundamentally broken. His very existence just served to make everyone around him depressed, and there wasn't anything he could do. Even in day to day life, he mostly just tried to mimick happy people he saw on TV, had to memorize and copy normal human behaviours because his brain couldn't let him behave like a person anymore.

It was too destroyed, too burnt out from the torture and suffering, and when Sam was alone all he did was sit and stare at walls.

And Dean... God, Dean tried.

He would order Sam's favourite foods, and Sam would force a smile, try to force it down and not commenting on how everything just tasted like ash these days. He couldn't even finish half before his stomach recoiled and he had to stop unless he wanted to throw up.

Dean rented his favourite movies - and Sam just didn't have the heart to tell him he didn't remember any of them whatsoever.

For Dean, he was excited. Thrilled to have his brother back.

For Sam, he just felt like a horrible person. Like he was acting as some sort of intruder in Sam Winchesters body, and he could see the slight dissapointment on Dean's face when he would say something that Sam was clearly meant to recognise but... didn't.

He often just thought about how much better off Dean would've been if he'd just stayed in the cage and let him be with Lisa and Ben.

It was a lot harder to mourn someone who was physically in front of you.

"Sammy? You ok?"

Dean's voice was soft, probably because he picked up on Sam's aversion to loud noises these days, but the question just frustrated him.

It's all he heard these days. From Dean, and Cas, and Bobby and just about everyone else they encountered. Like he was some breakable puppy dog.

"I'm fine." He said plainly, pushing the salad around his plate.

"Yknow, maybe we should take a break." Sam's head shot up and he stared over at Dean.

"What? Why?"

"Just... maybe hunting isn't the best idea right now. We should settle down for a little while, work on getting you..."

Dean trailed off, biting his lip and refusing to finish the thought, but Sam had caught on already.

"Back to normal?" He said, and Dean winced slightly.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Sure it wasn't. Look, maybe... maybe this isn't going to work. We should... I'll go. I think going our seperate ways will be for the best." Sam ducked his head, stared at his salad because he knew he wouldn't like whatever expression he had just put on Dean's face.

"Nope. No way, where you go I go. I lost you for far too long Sam, I'm not letting you run off God knows where. Especially when you're not yourself-"

Sam slammed his hands down on the motel table hard enough to make it shake.

"I'm not getting any better, Dean! This is who I am now. I've accepted it - why can't you?!" He seethed, salad forgotten as he turned for the door.

"Sam stop, just fucking wait and let's talk like adults-"

Then Dean grabbed his arm, probably more reflectively than anything else.

Dean grabbed him. Sam knew that. He knew it was Dean grabbing him, his mind registered that on some level, but it didn't matter.

Because suddenly it wasn't Dean's hand. It felt like Lucifers, felt like someone was pulling him down, down, down. Onto the ground, trapped in a grip, and Sam thrashed, screamed, needed to get the hell away.

He heard Dean curse. Felt the hand drop away and his brother calling his name, but all he could see was the darkness. The never ending darkness if the cage, and God he couldn't fucking breath he needed to be out right now-

"Sam! Sammy, please, look at me, it's me. You're safe, you're not there anymore just- please Sam you're ok."

He squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, breathing coming out fast as he opened them, fully expecting to just see the cage.

He didn't.

He saw the motel room, and Dean.

"D-Dean..." he said, still trying to get his heart to stop pounding out of his chest.

"I'm here, I promise. This is real, you're safe. I'm so sorry, Sammy. I- I wasn't thinking." Dean's voice sounded painfully remorseful, and Sam just cursed at his fucked up body once again.

Dean hadn't done anything wrong, he shouldn't be apologising.

"I- it's ok. Really."

Dean nodded, and they sat there for a few moments in silence before Sam found himself needing to break it.

"I think... I think a break would be good," he admitted and Dean swallowed, meeting his eyes.

"I'll call Bobby, he's got a little house we can use." Dean smiled, but it was an almost exhausted one.

Maybe they both needed this, actually.

[mittensmorgul]

This is random sorry so you can ignore but, me out here mcThinking about how in beginning of s15 Sam shot cas on accident. And cas’ grace was failing, and they just :,) never did anything with that. Oh that coulda be so fun the drama of it all

Hi hi! I’m gonna start this out with a bit of a tangent to what I’m currently watching-- 10.18, Book of the Damned. Because this was the episode where Metatron taunts Cas with humanity, basically. “Don’t you miss this?” meaning the purely human enjoyment of food in this specific case, but Metatron opens it up more broadly--

Metatron: Oh em me. Food, glorious food. All the countless descriptions in so many books, but those were just words. The taste, I mean the actual taste -- I had no idea. And the process, comes in here, and comes out here. Sorcery. I mean you used to be human, don't you miss all this?

Castiel: No. I don't miss digestion, I don't miss indigestion.

Metatron: No-no not that. I mean don't you miss the feeling of all this; the taste of these waffles, the sound of a child's laughter. Look at us, we're a couple of angels who have touched not only the divine, but the mundane. You and I have a lot in common.

He was framing it under the same banner that Lucifer once did-- the “we have so much in common, we should be friends,” or at least allies. Except Cas couldn’t make that choice, because this entire mission was about getting his original grace back so he wouldn’t keep dying from the toxic stolen grace he felt he had no other choice but to take back. Cas DID canonically miss these human things, but he didn’t think they were an option for him, because he felt a duty to save the things he loved, and couldn’t do that without being an angel.

But we know that even his original grace was never the full grace that he’d originally lost. He was never back at full power again, and this plagued him for the rest of canon, being unable to bring several people back from the dead, most especially Mary in s14. If he could’ve, he would’ve, but his angelic powers were not enough to spare anyone he loved.

But the sacrifice of his entire self was enough to save Jack, which made everything else possible.

I digress, though, because we’ve followed this “I want to live!” from Cas since 9.06, and the unanswered question of “but as what, an angel or a man?” And his repeatedly choosing angel because he needed to be prepared, needed to be ready to fight, to do what nobody else could to save the people he’d chosen as his family, his loved ones. But it was never framed as what he would CHOOSE for himself if he was sure that the universe was finally free from cosmic meddling.

But back to your original question... They did carry this thread for a good bit of s15. 15.06, and his speech to the stunned djinn-sheriff shooting him in the chest several times as he closed on him and killed him, combined with the difficulty he had healing the boy’s sprained ankle (not even a terribly serious injury, but it took it out of Cas and left him visibly exhausted). At which point he knew he had to get back in the game, and couldn’t just indulge the fantasy of fishing, you know? And how much have we collectively written about THAT as a metaphor for humanity, of peaceful relaxation, since 4.20 and Dean’s dream that Cas entered?

So once more unto the breach for Cas, because the people he couldn’t help but love needed him. Like the narrative was saying he couldn’t have BOTH of these things at the same time... like it’s been saying about Dean and Sam both for years... literally since the pilot episode. They could never have the balance, because Chuck wouldn’t allow it. He’d keep forcing this choice on them to sacrifice themselves and their actual wants over and over again.

In addition to that, since 14.08 he’s had the additional anvil hanging over him of his deal with the empty. He literally COULD NOT choose his own happiness, because the moment he did the Empty would claim him. He’s known since making that deal that he’d effectively sacrificed any potential for his own happiness (and unbeknownst to him, also sacrificed any potential for DEAN’s happiness, because these idiots just have not allowed themselves to believe they might actually feel exactly the same way about each other all along), and was living ENTIRELY for duty. Considering the Empty is the world’s most painful depression metaphor, this... we truly expected this entire scenario to be resolved clearly in the finale. And for Cas to make one final stand against the blackness that had swallowed him up after his moment of True Happiness at admitting who he loves and what he wants, and thinking he could never have it.

So like... yeah, this would’ve been the logical through-course for this entire thread, if the finale had just not... done... whatever it was it did instead.

[stormyoceansmain]

just a few personal considerations about midam from the 15x19 script (and like, the episode in general):

"MICHAEL: (sadly)" [captain holt.gif] PAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNNN.

im actually glad they cut the burger joint part because 1) sometimes less is better, and even if they were there when adam disappeared i feel like it makes more sense for michael not to share that with the winchesters, because it's the last memory of adam he has and as someone mourning the person he loved, i don't expect him to be able to talk about adam so soon (to quote jane austen ''if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more''), 2) idk it just feels like lazy writing to me, like they couldn't even come up with something else for adam except eating when instead they could have thrown in that he went back to college or that he did pick up a little job, but then again.. they never did try much with adam.. [she said bitterly]

what im getting from that part though is that they went on dates (#confirmed) and that michael knows adam's orders by heart so he can try to cook them for him back home

on the contrary, i am a bit sad they took out the ''his essence was pulled from the vessel'' line because as i learned it (but im not an english native speaker so please do correct me if im wrong) 'to pull' sort of implies the use of a certain amount of strength or effort? idk i feel like they could have used a less loaded word, because adam's essence being pulled from the vessel makes me think of a certain implication. which makes me want to stand in a corner and SCREAM. which implication, you ask? well check out this post from @buckybarnz because i ain't got the strength to type that out (unless you want even more SCREAMING. AND CRYING.)

there's something to be said about the winchesters asking about adam and michael asking about cas and that thing is: one wss THEE archangel michael's lover and the other was THEE michael's true vessel's lover. sorry but THEY MADE that parallel. CONSCIOUSLY. which brings me to: i think there should have been a scene with michael and dean talking about adam and fathers and loss and how different michael was from the au one dean said yes to

"Michael stares sadly off in the distance." OH LOOK. MORE PAIN. [PUNCHES A WALL]

mr ''i feel almost naked without manacles'' and dr ''i guess the monster that ate me didn’t get that memo'' are FUCKING MADE FOR EACH OTHER THEY ARE UNITED IN SASSY COMMUNION

LOOK. LISTEN. jack has THREE loving fathers and i don't think adam and michael could, should, or even would want to fit in that spot, but this being said. PALS. FRIENDS. COMPANIONS. UNCLE MICHAEL MAKES ME SO SOFT. and i know he wouldn't be big on nephilims but COME ON. he was almost being nice to jack (for his standards) and jack eats. like adam. IT'S A BONDING POSSIBILITY IM JUST SAYING.

im gonna say it. the writers were cowards for not having lucifer at least mention adam. COWARDS. i also think we should have had a scene with lucifer, sam, michael AND adam, but let's not go there rn. POINT IS. the way that scene with lucifer and michael should have gone down is: lucifer taunts michael about their father. michael stays impassive through all of it. at one point lucifer brings up adam saying something like ''maybe dad would have appreciated you more if you had been able to get dean to say yes to you. instead you got this pathetic excuse of a vessel. what was that guy's name again? oh well, he's gone now. though i have to say, it's a pity i didn't get to know him better all those years we spent in the cage together." at which point michael just SNAPS. grabs lucifer by the throat and slams him against the wall, snarling, lights exploding all over the bunker. michael says ''you mention him again not even our father will be able to bring you back this time.'' and lucifer is all like [fake gasps] ''brother! don't tell me you cared about that human?!'' and then sam and dean have to separate them. I APOLOGIZE FOR MY TROPE LOVING ASS BUT THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD HAVE GONE.

i respect and appreciate all the midam shippers who think michael's actions made sense in 15x19, but im sorry, i don't think i will ever be able to see it that way. he said it himself, he sided with the winchesters when cas showed him god was a piece of shit. after that he spent DAYS with adam (and knowing them they definitely talked about the whole god situation thing). he didn't answer to the winchesters, but he didn't go to god or back to heaven either, he was happy just living with adam. but ''that was then, this is now'' because adam is gone and nothing is okay. and WHY would he ever go back to the man who took the one person michael loved? WHY wouldn't he side with the ones who are actually trying to bring him (and everyone else) back? MAKE IT MAKE SEEEEENSE because the 'he is lost without adam so he goes back to what he knows' doesn't really cut it for me tbh

sam mentioning adam at the end was a punch in the gut. first of all, because it seems to imply that he didn't come back with everyone else which FUCK OFF HE IS ALIVE AND WELL AND WITH HIS ARCHANGEL HUSBAND WHO IS ALSO ALIVE AND WELL. but also because listen. fuck the winchesters for the shit they pulled with adam, but im not gonna act like i would mind them actually giving a fuck about adam for a change. maybe i don't want adam to ever forgive them, but them caring would be nice (especially having some sam and adam bonding)

[rupertgayesarchive]

That ask and your answer about what if Sam was out of hunting and never left Stanford because Gabriel wanted to stop the apocalypse and threw him into a pocket dimension and I’m like. Obsessed. primarily with gabriel and how Sam would go.

I think he would stick Sam in a like… you remember when Zachariah stuck sam and dean in the office job and it was a parallel universe but also it was real life? like coplanar planes, I think Gabriel would elect to do that instead of his you’re going in my alternate universe, because it’s less detail consuming and I think Sam would notice small things that were off like how he figured out it was him in mystery spot.

You said Sam deserves to have the apple pie life but if he was comfortable with that it wouldn’t like.. work he wouldn’t be ready to ever confront Lucifer or anyone. i agree but also I don’t think he would stick with his normal life. like in the zachariah episode he had a normal life and fake memories of that but he still wanted to hunt and help people and also figure out wtf was happening. I think in this scenario Sam would still be psychic because I love that but Gabriel would probably try like… suppressing his visions and such, because they would lead him back into possible angel business. I think he’d still get little snippets because that’s fun and having reminders in that that the supernatural like.. exists and ppl are getting hurt, I think that would overrule his want of complete normalcy and even his spite toward John.

I don’t think he’d go back into hunting like, completely because I want him to have something good and also be semi well adjusted. but like we saw in the terrible life episode I think he’d like.. if he got bored and started looking up strange deaths well now he has to go help them!!

also it is sooo fun to me if he starts realizing something is wrong but he doesn’t know what. like in mystery spot I love that trope sooo fucking much also in s1 sam gets back into hunting through John Winchester style revenge quest and I want to give him a reason to start poking around that is like.. for himself and not anybody else. he can have a little obsession over it as a treat because i like seeing him be a bitch <3

i think initially when Gabriel found out the apocalypse was like in motion and Sam was at Stanford he’d have an opportunity there to do something without revealing to other players that he is alive because he was pretending to be a trickster. like he’s very much in this for self preservation and if he did some time traveling shenanigans, or disappearing both Winchesters and maybe even Adam out of nowhere, I think he’d worry that the angels would take notice. Randy your vessels!! But Stanford gives him a natural window to hide a key player. he needs to do away with Adam too so Lucifer can’t possibly have a true vessel to fight.. maybe he can kill him in a freak accident because I find that funny. sorry this is long and it will be getting longer

anyway I think as time went on Gabriel would pay like less meticulous attention. he’d still keep away like key players but as other people also started trying to stop the apocalypse he would become more relaxed also he’d be overconfident in himself like in changing channels. I think this would lead sam to notice more stuff that just doesn’t make any sense and maybe start looking for dean or even his dad, or going out of his way to look for hunts. maybe get involved in magic because i think he deserves to be a witch. wait actually that’s how he should find Dean. i think Gabriel would hide Dean from Sam and vice versa, and he didn’t foresee Sam using magic or anything. Also at this point it’s been years and I think Sam is more invested in this than his like… normal life. he’s more well adjusted but I can definitely see him just impulsively quitting his job to figure out what the fucks happening. Also I think he’d feel animosity at dean during this for not being there and not helping him, even though that anger doesn’t make complete sense. sorry i like the early seasons salmon dean reconciling and learning to like each other and sam realizing Your Parents Are People and I would like to see it with them having like, completely different lives and also some fun miscommunication bc of Gabriel. also sam having to reconcile dean having cas OHRHDHJ also dean and cas trying horribly to cover cas being not human is so fucking fun to me. unless this happens during a cas is dead time period which is fun in a different evil way.

I also think dean would only stop looking if he though Sam was dead, but I think… Gabriel might have hidden him but other people ARE still meeting him even with like altered memories. so I think angels or something can sense that Sam is alive but they don’t know where and I think they’d gloat and use it to taunt dean that he is like.. suffering while his brother is living a perfect normal life. Also because this adds another miscommunication that can be discussed and end in reconciliation in a way I don’t think would feel contrived and is in line with it the characters. it’d be Amelia s8 but Sam would be like (Sam voice) I did look for you!!! where were you when I needed you! also I want Sam to find out John died and he’s in absolute despair while cas is standing there like oh yes that’s so awful your father was an. absolutely a man😔😐🏳️‍🌈

idk when this would occur and i think every season offers like… different flavors of enjoyment for an audience of just me. like s7 proto widower arc?? Sam reconnecting with Dean during TMWWBK when he is not familiar with the dean and cas dynamic and has to be witness to Trying So Hard To Be Loyal. additionally that would be fun because bobby is there and dean is like, covering his ears and back talking bobby regarding cas. and if they’ve taken pains to hide cas being an angel Sam being like .who is this to Dean. is suchhh a fun concept.

WAIT post goodbye stranger. or maybe Sam can show up pre goodbye stranger to watch dean go from clingy after cas gets back from purgatory to wrongfooted to like ANGRY. well not Angry… to dean having dean emotions. when cas is off with the tablet ignoring him and he feels betrayed. and this Sam isn’t as close to him so he doesn’t know ANY details until Dean stats divulging them as they reconcile. ALL GOOD OPTIONS..

also if this happens during s6 i think it would be nice if cas started collecting allies, and at the same time as Sam trying to figure out what was keeping him away from dean and the angel business Cas could figure it out FIRST and use Gabriel as an ally against Raphael but he’d feel like he has to hide it from dean and sam. like in this scenario. actually any time I talk about s6 hypotheticals Cas’ conflict IS the A Plot. the Winchester’s were on a side quest idc. s6 is a fun time for these reasons but i don’t like it as much because Cas is still in the process of like.. formative development.

okay one last thing I’m SOOO sorry for my essay. you said if Sam was dispossessed the apocalypse would just.. not happen. i agree to like, a certain degree, because I do think they could have found another way but all of them would have been dust compared to swan song. so maybe Gabriel semi succeeded but instead of stopping the apocalypse he just… prolonged it. this changes a lot but if either Michael or Lucifer didn’t have a viable vessel I think the angels would scramble to actually for real stop the apocalypse but others would still want it to happen even if it was like.. Perfect they just want it to be over. this provides angel politics which I am in love with and we can still have like TMWWBK development for cas. I don’t know where I’m going with this sorry

op this is a lot, this is so much. i love it, i hope you have a google doc open somewhere and are typing away furiously.

now i didn't rewatch a lot of spn past s3 (surprise) in part bc i can't handle the brain damage and some scenes are seared into my cerebral cortex in a way that induced a temporary bout of eidetic memory, meaning i'll never forget the crypt scene in Goodbye Stranger for as long as i live. that being SAID, my s6-s7 knowledge is not as firmly coalesced. so because of that i'm letting your thoughts roam free as i don't know how accurate my own takes would be? but i feel like without sam there, like... hm. would dean even be the same person... would the past however many seasons even OCCUR remotely similar with sam out of the picture for literal years? we might be looking at a completely different world at that point.

my other theory is that the s2 plot of special children - we know azazel was raising a new 'crop' of psychic kids. i think that was a plot thread that they ended up dropping anyway, but if they didn't i do wonder if we'd be dealing with a lot more shenanigans like in s1 and s2 except with kids? and dean and cas trying to figure out what to do with these young psychics that might be turned into a vessel for lucifer or - whatever they wanted to do with those kids. hm.

i also question if purgatory would be a thing. like it probably would come up and be on the table, but maybe the godstiel arc wouldn't, bc if like you're saying dean and cas are together at this point, like. cas might have grown to love humanity (not just dean but like 99% dean) to the point where he might not be doing this risky gambit for more souls. and if gabriel is still around, cas may start petitioning gabe to help throw his archangel weight around against raphael while he tries to do the actual strategizing.

i think sam would still have his visions, like you said, and then maybe those lead him to dean or to a case that dean is also on? or if angels are more well-known later on, he tracks one down, maybe cas, maybe not (if it's NOT and it's one that works on raphael's side. ohoho. the possibilities...)

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Sign of the Beast Part 3

Series Masterlist

CROSSOVER - MARVEL X SUPERNATURAL

Summary- You wanted it to stop, you thought it was just a bad dream your brain created to mess with you. But how wrong you were, with this disease in you, can you get this beast out of you or let this darkness take over.

Pairing- Steve x Reader, Sam and Dean x Sister!Reader, Avengers x Winchester!Reader, Lucifer x Reader (Forced)

Chapter Warnings: Blood, violence, angst, hallucinations, attempted suicide (TW)

A/N: There is somethings that are triggering and you can skip if you are uncomfortable it will be label

Previously

“I’m sure you know me quite well let me give you a hint Sammy was a great vessel.” he hummed standing up and began pacing the room, your heart stopped when you realized who was in front of you.

“Lucifer..” you whispered.

He clapped his hands together “Bingo oh Y/n we are going to have so much fun.” he smirks making you shrink in on yourself. You had the Devil with you. You were as good as dead.

Steve had to turn around when the window turned back to a one-way he had to focus on his breathing as he heard your cries and bangs on the glass. A single tear went down his face and a hand on his shoulder caused him to tense.

“I know you don’t like this Steve neither do I but It’s what needs to be done to protect Y/n,” Dean said trying to comfort him as he seems to be making it worse. The cries stop causing Steve to turn and see her sitting on the ground and it seemed like she was talking to someone.

“What is happening?” Steve asked as Tony switched the audio on to hear what was happening.

“Stop it,” You whimpered, and a few seconds after you talked again, “Lucifer..” You whispered. Both your brothers and Cas froze hearing the devil’s name

“Can she see him?” Tony asked typing stuff down of everything that was happening.

“He has part of her soul; he is able to see and communicate with her anywhere and anytime,” Castiel explained watching you focus on empty space and then you keep talking.

“The only thing we can do now is wait until she goes all She-Devil or until we find some sort of cure, so Bruce and I will be done in the lab trying to find anything about this Angel boy could be a huge help” Tony pointed at Castiel who nodded. 

“Tony, are you sure we can just leave her there without anyone watching?” Steve asked looking over to you and see you laying on the bed your back to the glass. He had no idea what was going through your head and just wanted to open the door and pull you into your arms.

“Friday is hooked up and is constantly monitoring her vitals and will alert me if anything happens.” Tony console your lover and then Tony turned over to look at your brothers “All we can do is wait and I’m sure you would want to be close so Steve you wanna set up a room for them.” Steve nodded and then Tony walked out and Cas followed him.

“I know Y/n was really excited for us to meet but then all this happened,” Dean said and Sam nodded.

Steve smiles “Yeah she would constantly talk about you guys and all the stuff that happened when you guys were younger.” Both your brother smiled and glanced over to you through the glass.

“Y/n is a Winchester she’s a fighter. The best thing we can do is look for anything about this sign.” Sam reassured both his brother and Steve. Dean nodded and with one last glance they all gave you one last look before leaving the cellar leaving alone with the devil.

It had been a few days since you had been in the cell all you had were the daily food brought in and your thoughts but even then you weren’t alone. Lucifer had been a constant, pacing around the room and was now leaning against a wall, and bouncing a ball the repeating ping was slowly taking over the only sound in your head.

“Please stop it.” You sigh sitting up from your bed and looking over to the Devil as he caught the ball and smirked in your direction

“I wouldn’t be so bored if we weren’t in here.” He threw the ball again and you grabbed it before it could hit the wall again.

“And whose fault is it exactly?” You grunted throwing the ball back to him and it vanished before it hit his chest. Lucifer stood up and stretched his bones cracking and popping back into place.

“Yours. You’re the one that said yes,” he taunted you looked down at your shoes and shook your head, “No you tricked me.”

“You saw how they look at you, you tried to kill their little captain, look where you are,” He waved his arms around the room making you wrap your arms around yourself trying to make yourself smaller, “They fear you. And they should you can kill them in one snap of your finger. They see you as what you are.” his hand grabbed your shoulder behind you making you jump “You are nothing but a cold-blooded killer, a monster.” he pushed you and you stumbled into the middle of the room.

“Stop it.” You yelled and around you, the avengers appear in front of you as well as your brothers.

“Killer, Murder, Disgrace!” They yell pushing you into one another until you fall to the ground.

“I said STOP!” You threw your hands out and all the visions flew back and faded to shadow.

“There it is! That fire that power, you wanna stop you know what do.” He smirked seating himself on the bed as you felt this red hot fire flood through your veins. You look back up at the mirror and stare back at Lucifer in the reflection. Those red eyes glowing the reflection changes and you are staring back at yourself red only red

“Do It.” He whispers next to your ear, you twitch your head, and the cameras and lights spark before the entire tower shakes and the tower goes dark alarms blaring red emergency lights flash. Red it was filled in red.

“More..” he smirked. You raise your hand and throw your hand into the mirror and it cracks as it begins to splinter from your first punch the tower shakes again. You throw your fist again and the one-way window shatters glass shards falling into both room as the alarms blare through the tower and every once in awhile a tremor would go through the tower.

“You know what to do give them a warning.” He grins 

TRIGGER WARNING START

You kneel down and grab a sharp shard gripping it in your hand not feeling it pierce your hand blood pouring from your hand. Rising up you make your way to the opposite wall from the window and bring the glass down to your wrist and turn back and stare back at the devil, both your eyes glow red and he grins sadistically.

“Go on.” He said leaning the glass to your wrist and a flash of pain go through you but you don’t react pressing hard as blood streams from your wrist. Making an identical slash on your other wrist letting the bloody glass fall from your hand and begin to write. The devil stepping back and watch everything with a grin on his face.

TRIGGER WARNING END

Most of the avengers and your brothers sat in the common room it had been fixed after everything happens, no one had really moved surrounded by books and computers opened trying to find anything to help you. Steve had bags under his eyes sleep had never reached him he was constantly up not being able to sleep when you were locked up.

“Anyone got anything.” Natasha asks only getting grunts and sighs there was any lore or information of the Sign of Beast on how to is got there and how to get it off.

“We’ve looked almost all the books and articles on the internet and in the bunker, the only people who know about this is Lucifer and God. With God m.i.a. and Lucifer not going to say anything we have nothing.” Dean sighed placing his book down rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“We need sleep and food and we and we can look at this again with fresh eyes.” Sam suggested the other avengers nodded and began to stand up when Bruce, Tony, and Castiel walked in all three looking just as tired as they were

“Anything?” Dean asked only to get frowns Tony runs his hands down his face yawning

“We have looked through every historical text and angel boy went up to heaven and asked around and found nothing, so we are back at square one.” he sighed walking over to the bar and making himself a drink. Steve clenched his jaw and closed his eyes and try to keep his cool.

“Same here, there is nothing on this sign.” Bucky said as Natasha tried to comfort his best friend who still hasn’t move on the couch.

Friday voices cut through the silence making everyone straighten up “Sir I’m sorry to interrupt but there se-” her voice cuts off as the tower shakes making everyone grab onto something.

“What the hell!” Dean yells

“Friday! What’s going on.” Tony yelled trying to contact his AI

“I-I’..ry..-ere..is powegri- destro-” The AI tries to speak but static fills the speakers making everyone freeze another shake goes through the building and all the lights explode causing sparks to rain down onto them the emergency lights turned on flashing red.

”Y/n..” Dean whispers making Steve stand up

“Clint, Natasha get everyone out from the upper levels. Wanda, Sam, and Thor create a perimeter around the tower and make sure everyone around the tower gets as far away from it. If this goes down we don’t want any injuries,” Steve goes into Captain mode immediately creating a plan, “Winchesters you, Tony, and I are going to Y/n. Everyone else get as many people out as you can of the tower.” Everyone nods rushing off to their assignments and Steve your brothers and Tony rush down the stairs to get the cells. “Please me ok Y/n.” Steve mumbled to himself by the time they made it stopping once or twice to help get people out of the building as the tower shook

“Tony where are these tremors coming from.” Sam yelled as the tower shook again. Tony tapped on the glasses scanning through the Tony and he stiffens. 

“It’s from the cellar.” He watched as your brothers and Steve froze as well. You were doing this “I guess the She-Devil is out.” Tony said as part of his suit attached to him. They passed by the weapons room and Steve grabbed his Shield and tossed both Sam and Dean each a gun as they made their way closer to the cellar. The door was locked and with no power, Tony shot down the door causing it to blast off the wall and they rushed in ready for a fight.

“What the hell.” Tony gasped when he saw the broken glass the computers destroyed sparks flying off.

“Y/n?” Steve called out as the emergency lights flashed every so often

“Oh my god.” Dean choked out looking into your cell. When the lights flashed again the red lights you turned around and stared back at them covered in blood a smirk on your face, your eyes glowing red like before.

“Y/n..” Steve croaked out tears filling his eyes you turned your focus onto him a smile growing on your face, and then the red disappeared from your eyes and you looked disoriented and you felt pain in your wrist and saw blood, looking back up at Steve you saw he had fear in his eyes.

“Steve…” You mumbled and a wave of dizziness went through you and you felt your body go cold as you heard your name being called out as you fell darkness taking over.

[fics-of-culture]

Haven’t Had Enough

Summary: Gabriel serenades you in his own special way.

Ship: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1,819

A/N: I am reposting all of my old fics because my old account accidentally got deleted.

You wake up suddenly, not remembering where you were or how you got there. You sit up and observe the space you’re in. You appeared to be on the floor of an abandoned building. Whilst trying to recall how you ended up here, you remember that you came to town with the Winchester’s looking into an odd disappearance case. The three of you decided to rest at a motel before starting your investigation. You stand up slowly on unsteady legs as you try to get the lay of the land. The room is completely empty and as you look out a window you get the odd feeling that you’re not in the same town you fell asleep in. As you pat your pockets, noticing your lack of cellphone, you decide to hit the street and see if you can’t work your way back to the motel.

The odd feeling that you’d had in the building increased twofold as you walked out onto the street. The street was lined with shops and restaurants that looked like they were pulled straight out of the movie grease. The bright retro style of the shops mixed with the bustling of people made you feel oddly out of place. You decided to walk down the street in no particular direction. Just as you started making your way down, a man grabbed you by the shoulders and started... singing?

“Testing, testing, I'm just suggesting

You and I might not be the best thing...” the stranger looked you dead in the eyes as he sang. He sounded as though he was speaking to you personally but you’d never met him before in your life. You shove him off of you in surprise and he continues, “Exit, exit, somehow I guessed it right...” he looked disappointed as he sang and you felt compelled to respond.

“Right!” You clasp your hands over your mouth in shock. When you had tried to speak you just ended up singing! You’re response seemed to invigorate the man though as he started walking towards you again.

“But I still want ya, want ya, don't mean to taunt ya

If you leave now, I'll come back and haunt ya

You'll remember, return to sender now, now...”

Not knowing what to do, you turn around and start walking away from the man who slowly seems to be picking up more speed as he follows. Another man seems to take notice and approaches you. You head toward him, hoping he can help diffuse the situation. But as you get nearer, he opens his mouth and your face falls as you notice he’s about to start singing.

“Well, I just wish we could go back one more time and begin it

Back before I lost myself somewhere, somewhere in it.”

You sidestep the man before he can get too close and step onto the road. You seem to gain the attention of everyone walking by around you as they all turn to you. Everyone stops what they were doing and march towards you in perfect unison. All whilst singing the same song.

“I've been stuck now so long

We just got the start wrong

One more last try

I'ma get the ending right

You can stop this and I must insist

That you haven't had enough

You haven't had enough”

You start running down the street as a crowd of people start following you.

“Stuck now so long

We just got the start wrong

No more last place

You better get your story straight

You can't stop this and I must insist

That you haven't had enough

You haven't had enough”

You duck into an alley and try to slow your thoughts. Trying to figure out how you could’ve gotten into this situation. No monster you know could possibly be able to control an entire town like this. And why would a monster be making an entire population sing to you? Your mind starts to drift to a certain winged trickster as you feel a presence behind you. And you hear a whisper in your ear,

“I still need ya, need ya, don't mean to tease ya

If you want me, I'll come back and meet ya

Whisper, whisper

You must admit you want it

You, you want it.”

You smile, finally understanding the rules of the game you find yourself in. You turn suddenly to get a glimpse at the person behind you but you see nothing there. You’re face falls a little in disappointment, but you know what you need to do. ‘play your role.’

“Well I just wish we could go back one more time

And begin it

Back before I lost myself somewhere

Somewhere in it”

You sing with sincerity. The words felt shockingly close to your real life emotions. You’d been with the Winchester’s for a long time. You’d been on most of their hunts and you’d met the trickster the same time that they did. Back then you just thought he was a flirty janitor. Boy, were you not even close. The more you saw of him the more you fell for his honeyed eyes and charming antics. The two of you had become close friends behind the Winchester’s backs. You felt yourself falling for him more and more every time you were together. You wanted so desperately to tell him how you felt. But that was before Lucifer came. In saving your life, Gabriel sacrificed himself. You’d grieved for months. The boys didn’t understand, they just thought of Gabriel as a selfish dick. They couldn’t understand why you seemed so distraught over the whole thing. After a few months, you’d excepted that Gabe was never coming back and you forced yourself to move on.

Until one day, you come back to the bunker after a lone hunt to find the boys looking at you with worry. They took you one of the empty rooms and there sat your angel. He looked bruised and bloodied with angry scars around his mouth. Sam told you what happened and you broke down. You cried for hours before pulling yourself together to take care of your angel. The next few weeks were spent meticulously taking care of him until he was back at full health. You were the only one he would allow to touch or come near him, but he still never spoke until Asmodeus came and threatened you all. Gabriel regained his strength and protected you from the demon. Which leads you back to now. You and the boys had left Gabriel at the bunker to go check out a possible case. Gabe practically threw a fit about being left behind but you instructed him to rest up and assured him you’d be back soon. You knew that angels didn’t need sleep but after everything he’d been through, you felt he deserved the break.

It would appear that Gabriel had not taken your advice, and instead decided to drop you into this bizarro musical world. You step back out onto the street, knowing the only way this will end is if you find your trickster. The crowd from before start to follow you again as you make your was down the street.

“We've been stuck now so long

We just got the start wrong

One more last try

I'ma get the ending right

You can stop this, and I must insist

That you haven't had enough

You haven't had enough”

Now that you know your life isn’t in any danger, you can really start to appreciate the theatrics you see around you. Couples are dancing together on the sidewalk, and everyone seems to have a smile on their face. You giggle a bit as a man hands you a rose.

“Stuck now so long

We just got the start wrong

No more last place

You better get your story straight

You can stop this, and I must insist

That you haven't had enough

You haven't had enough”

You pause in your tracks as you notice a retro restaurant that seems to stand out from all the other buildings. You look down at the floor in-front of the door and notice a candy rapper on the ground. You smile to yourself as you slowly push through the door.

Whatever you were expecting when you stepped inside, this was not it. You’re immediately met with Sam, looking very uncomfortable in a waitress outfit. He looks as though an invisible force is pushing him towards you and he sighs as he’s forced to sing.

“Don't you need it? don't you want this at all?

Testing, testing, I'm just suggesting

Don't you need it? don't you want this at all?...

Testing, testing, I'm just suggesting...”

His frown deepens as you find yourself laughing at his incredibly unenthusiastic singing. He moved to the side as Dean and Cas fill your vision. Both also wearing revealing waitress costumes. They take turns singing the lyrics.

“Stuck now so long

We just got the start wrong

One more last try

I'ma get the ending

You can stop this, and I must insist

Testing, testing

You haven't had enough

You haven't had enough...

Stuck now so long

We just got the start wrong

No more last place

You better get your story straight

You can stop this

Don't you need it, don't you want this at all

And I must insist

That you haven't had enough...

You haven't had enough”

If you thought Sam looked upset, Dean looked downright distraught at this whole thing. He’s glaring at you as you laugh at the entire situation. Poor Cas just looks confused at the whole thing. You roll your eyes at their expressions and push past them to step further into the diner. And there stands Gabriel in all of his mischievous glory. He’s smirking at you as you approach him. You want to ask him what exactly is going on, but you don’t know what will come out of your mouth if you speak. Instead you wait and watch as he slowly saunters towards you. He raises his hand to snap his fingers and suddenly Team Free Will were gone, leaving only you and Gabe. He places his hand on your cheek and pulls you into his embrace. His lips are only a hairs width away. He speaks In a low voice as he finishes the song. “Testing, testing, I'm just suggesting

You and I might just be the best thing...”

You pull back to look at his face. It’s well hidden, but you can see the nervous expression dancing across his face as he waits for your response. You grab onto the lapel of his jacket and pull him into searing kiss. You cling to each other for a bit, just enjoying the feeling of being together before pulling back for air. Gabriel sighs in relief and smiles at you.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist my singing.”

[sylvanfreckles]

I've Got Red in My Ledger

By Grace Undone: Chapter Five

A devastating betrayal and an arcane ritual leave Castiel fighting for his life...his human life. When his grace is brutally torn out of his body and he's left to die on earth the only thing the Winchesters can do is try to pick up the pieces.

(I'm just doing one story for the entire month, so please enjoy the thirty-one chapter beginning of the flare 'verse. You can read other stories in the 'verse here, and you can read this fic on AO3 here.)

“Cas?” Dean shifted around on his bed so that he was sitting with his feet on the floor. “Is that…is it really you?” He didn’t want to breathe, didn’t want to hope. Good things just didn’t happen.

A tired sigh hissed through the phone. “I’m here.”

“Where? How? Damn, man, you were…I thought…” emotion choked off Dean’s voice and he cleared his throat. “Where are you?”

“Dean Winchester,” the other voice was back, a little stronger than before. “Can you find this phone? If I leave it here with Castiel?”

“The hell is going on?” Dean demanded. “Let me talk to Cas again.” He was on his feet now, pacing, fighting down the knot of dread in his stomach.

“He’s too weak. They took…I didn’t know it would be like this, you have to believe me.”

“Took what? What did they take?”

A sound like a sob filtered through the phone’s speakers. “His grace. Naomi, she…she took his grace.”

Dean’s stomach dropped right down into his socks. Part of him had always wondered if Cas might make the choice to become human again someday, especially after Lucifer had taken Jack’s powers. He wondered what it might have been like if all four of them had been able to grow old together, but not like this.

He swallowed hard to clear the lump in his throat. “Can you put Cas back on?”

“I can’t…Please, you have to hurry. She’s—Naomi—we’re leaving soon and she’s leaving him here.”

“Where’s ‘here’? Dammit, where are you?”

“Near a place called Kansas City. I think there’s a river nearby. I don’t—I have to go!”

“Wait!” Dean lurched forward, as though to physically keep the woman on the phone, but his phone had already beeped to show the end of the call. “Dammit.” He jabbed at his phone to redial the number and pressed it to his ear, but it just kept ringing until it dumped his call into an inactive voicemail.

At least Kansas City was a start. He and Sammy could get rolling in ten minutes and be there by sunrise.

….

Jedaia ended the call with Dean and pushed the phone under Castiel’s shoulder, near one of his hands, just as Malachi strode into view.

“Let me heal him,” Jedaia begged as the anarchist approached. “Please, just let me heal him.”

“That’s enough,” the male angel snarled, pulling Jedaia away from Castiel. “He’s getting what he deserves, and now so am I.”

Castiel wearily stared up at him. He was prepared for Malachi to further abuse him, now that the ritual was over, but to his astonishment the male angel seemed fixated on Jedaia.

“You didn’t think we brought you here just to help with the ritual, hmm?” Malachi taunted. He smiled down at Castiel and pulled Jedaia against him, twisting a hand in her pale hair to drag her head up. “Naomi isn’t the only one getting a power boost tonight.”

“No!” Jedaia twisted in his arms, but it was clear she had never been trained as a soldier. An apprentice Rit Zien, perhaps, or one of the scribes that had served under Metatron, but not a warrior.

“Yes. Didn’t you realize we only needed two for the ritual? Why else would we have brought you out here?”

“That’s enough, Malachi.” Naomi’s voice had strange harmonics to it now, and he thought he could feel her power dancing along his skin like a static charge when she drew closer to the struggling angels. “We’ll have to find another ritual site.”

Naomi had changed. He was sure her true form would have been the most altered, but even her earthly vessel was different. She stood taller, though that could have just been the way she was holding herself and not an actual change of height, and her close-cropped gray hair had been replaced by a silvery-white mane that cascaded down her back. Her skin seemed to almost glow; and when she glanced in his direction, he saw that her eyes were now so pale they were almost white.

Malachi bared his teeth and forced Jedaia around to face Naomi. “You promised me, Naomi! The only reason I went along with your little scheme and didn’t gut him on the spot is because you promised I’d be an archangel too!”

“And you will be. But not now. We’ll have to secure a new site first.”

“No!” Malachi twisted around and forced Jedaia onto her knees. “I get what’s coming to me now, not later.”

Naomi just scoffed and strode over to the nearest post that supported the roof. She stared at it critically for a moment, then turned back to face Malachi. “Fine. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Then Naomi raised her hand and slapped the post. In the split second before her hand touched the wood, Castiel saw the angel banishing symbol appear as though Naomi had just written it in her own blood. He curled back in on himself as Malachi and Jedaia let out a scream, but to his surprise he wasn’t banished along with them.

But…no. Of course not.

He was human now.

Sharp footsteps brought Naomi closer to him, but he barely had the strength to look up at her, much less put up any kind of fight. The angel—or maybe it was archangel now—crouched next to him and studied his face with pitying eyes.

“You should be thanking me. He was planning to kill you.”

He stared up at her, aware of the phone buzzing against his arm as someone tried to call him. Naomi smirked and easily extracted the phone from its hiding place, no matter how feebly he tried to stop her.

She held it up between them and answered the call, pressing the speakerphone button.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice was faint but distinct, and raw with worry. “Cas, man, can you hear me? Say something.”

“He’s here,” Naomi said, keeping her eyes focused on Castiel’s. “If you hurry, he might even still be alive.”

“Listen here you ugly bitch…”

Naomi stabbed the button to end the call and dropped the phone next to Castiel’s face. “There’s one more thing,” she announced.

He bit back a groan of pain and turned his face toward the floor, avoiding her gaze. The wounds on his back burned, like he’d been branded instead of cut, and his wrists and ankles were torn from pulling against the chains that had tied him down. Then sudden pain blossomed through his body, white-hot and burning with cold, as she struck at him with her grace. He cried out and tried to roll away from her, but his body seized up in agony as soon as his back touched the ground. She struck again, lashing at him as though her grace was a whip, and his tattered clothing tore along new lines of pain.

After a few more lashes she growled and knelt to grab a handful of his hair. “There’s nothing left for you in Heaven now, Castiel. Whatever fraction of a soul you might have will sink down to the depth of the abyss for all of eternity for what you’ve done. You’ve betrayed your own kind, over and over, and for that you are banished.”

Her grace cracked across his face, breaking his nose, and she dropped his head to stand back up. “Pray that we never meet again.”

The lights around them seemed to flicker, the flames in the hanging censors streaming up into the air for a moment, and the silhouette of wings spread out from Naomi’s shoulders. Whole, healthy wings, not the same ragged things he and the other angels had been left with. Then, with a rush of wind that blew out half the flames, she was gone.

All that was left was the pain in his body and the buzzing in his head.

No…the buzzing of the phone.

Slowly, painfully, Castiel rolled up on his side and managed to pull the phone close enough to see the screen. There was a crack running through the tempered glass, but enough of the display remained that he could see the green icon to answer an incoming call. His hand shaking, blood smearing over the screen, he finally managed to touch the right spot on the screen to accept the call. “Dean?”

“Cas! Thank…thank something, man. Is she still there?”

He curled around the phone and coughed wetly, tasting blood in the back of his throat. “’m alone.”

“Good. Listen, man, just stay on the line, all right? We’re coming.”

Castiel tried to answer, but even breathing too deeply hurt, and he just tucked the phone closer to his face. Tears were leaking out of his eyes, running down his cheeks and across the bridge of his broken nose, but he didn’t know if they were from the physical pain or the roaring, empty grief that was consuming him from the inside.

“You’re doing great,” Dean’s voice was strong, encouraging, like a lifeline keeping him from utter despair. “We’re on the way, Cas, I promise. Just hold on.”

[Previous chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4)]

[killed-by-cas-confession]

A ficlet thing I wrote when I was having an anxiety attack from my GAD. Dean’s been kidnapped by witches and thrown under a spell after the events of 15x18 (with the bonus that Jack rescued Cas from the empty but... ya know, Cas comes back to the bunker ofc) (That anxiety ficlet I mentioned that I was contemplating adding more plot to. Still might do that and throw it on AO3 but I’m focusing on my Season 16 fix-the-unmentionable-finale-that-doesn’t-exist-fic so maybe later) I just have it on my phone and edited it sloppily because I want it out somewhere, so I’m throwing it on here. TW: Anxiety attack and the thoughts one has during one, Canon compliant Violence mentions, John Winchester mention, Self Worth issues. Not beta-read, barely proofread.

His heart is going a mile a minute. Its pounding in his ears, bashing against the inside of his skull like a jackhammer. His breaths are shallow, quick, too quick, too much.

It's all too similar to the buruburu case in Colorado, taunted by his mind about his time in hell, about returning, after he was saved by an angel, by god he wishes he could be saved by that angel again.

Please. Please. Someone save me, please-

It's all too much, it's too much, it's too similar to those years spent in the pit, the torture he suffered, and it won’t stop, won’t stop, please stop-

Time somehow is passing at a crawl and a mile a minute. His throat feels tight, like he’s being choked, and he has been, so many times before, but then he could fight against it and now, despite how much he cries out, only half aware of every plea that leaves his lips, they simply hang in the empty, foreboding space. Every assault on his mind comes like he's thumbing through a flip book, the images intense and gone as quickly as they came only to be replaced by ones just as hellish as the last. 

He simply exists, thrashing and falling in this agonizing space, in this spell-induced hell, this anxiety filled pit.

He sees John one minute, hears his angry yells. He can feel every punch and kick and breaking of bones he’s ever taken  the next minute, and then, then he's seeing the faces of all the monsters he's ever almost died to, the animalistic rage behind them; something twisted and evil and gnarled and aimed right at him- 

He can see the pit, feel the rip and tear of hell hound claws that dragged him down. He may as well be buried in a pine box because there can’t be oxygen in this damp basement he's locked in, because his lungs refuse to take any in.

Above it all is the ache splitting his ribs, for every death he's had to watch and carry on through- every victim he couldn't save, every family member he's ever failed- Sam, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, Charlie, Mom, Cas-

Cas, help, help me, help me please—

It's a plea, a prayer, for help, for forgiveness, an apology for it all; the fighting, the lies, for not listening to him, for not helping him, for not saving him; from Crowley, from Rowena, from Lucifer, from Asmodeus, from the Empty. 

It's an apology for not saying it, for not stopping him, yet again, when he left him in that dungeon months ago, when everything was falling apart just like he is now.

He's only able to duly note that there’s a bang above him. A shot. A yell and a burst of energy. It's too far away, too far outside this bubble of torment that he's stuck inside and can't escape. He can’t bring himself to pay attention to the blood leaking down his face, the swollenness of his left eye socket and the pressure building steadily there. He knows at some point he tried to move, to curl in on himself, to somehow protect himself against the mental hits, forgetting the chains keeping him prisoner against the cold cement wall, and his ribs protested harshly. He's sure some are broken but he can't bring himself to care, because it's just more pain, more nausea inducing fear.

None of it can really matter now, ever since the spell that has his lungs gasping for breath and hot tears staining his cheeks as he struggles to calm his pulse, to not shake against his shackles. He can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, is the spell finally killing him? He knows it's the spell, he knows, he knows, but he keeps seeing flames on the ceiling, Sam's back bleeding red onto his palm, burnt wings on the ground around him, everyone he loves leaves, dies, he corrupts everyone who touches him, why do people keep touching him? 

He just wants it to stop, please, please make it stop, please make it quiet, please end it, because he can't watch Sam fall into the pit, he cant watch the blue white glow and hear Cas's scream-

Cas, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry, I'm sorry-

He clings to Cas, like he did being half carried down the bunker halls that day, begs the thought of the angel to ground him somewhere; the movie nights, the car rides, the late night phone calls with Dean sitting outside his hotel room in the driver's seat of the impala so he doesn't wake Sam but those happy thoughts feel so far away, like it isn't him in the memories, and they're easily replaced by the tears sliding down Cas's cheeks as he says his goodbyes, Death pounding on the door like his heartbeat in his skull, boom, boom, boom, until Dean's lungs bottom out as his back hits the wall-

"Cas!!"

"Dean!"

He twists his face, screws his eyes shut tight; no, no he can't hear his voice, can't hear it saying what he can't say back-

"Dean, I'm here."

Stop, stop; Cas is safe and home, but he can't be, maybe Jack didn't bring him back, maybe it's all been a cruel joke. Maybe he's still in hell, suffering the loss of a love he's never known.

Dean has to be still sitting on the dungeon floor, twisting and jerking to free himself from the chains that hold him there, his body protesting, his throat caught between a sob and a yell, both so broken by pain, forced to lose his best friend, forced into silence by the trauma, unable to scream or whisper it back and he opens his eyes, tries to see through the blur of tears, only to be taunted by blue eyes staring back, wide eyed and scared, scared of him, scared to be saying it, scared of dying.

"Cas, please-" he hiccups a sob, willing Cas to stop looking at him, to stop the rough hands yanking at his wrists, rougher hands still frantically gripping his shoulders-

"Dean, Dean it's us, its Sam and Castiel--it's me, stop-"

Stop, and he's sure Cas is lying broken, on the floor beneath him in the bunker in a mess of books and wood splinters, a moment from death at Dean's own rage-fueled, bloodied hands-

And then Cas is cupping his face and he forces his eyes open, forces himself to look into the blue eyes peering back at him, and he can't help but to rest into the warm palms, to get relief in any way, uncaring if Cas kills him here in this crypt over this tablet now.

"Cas-"

"They're coming, hurry-"

"I'm getting it, just--...I got it, help Dean, I’ll cover--"

And then the chains are free, and Cas is lifting him from Hell, lifting him from the pit, an arm around his back, a hand around his wrist but this time it isn't restraining and restrictive; no it's carrying him through the gunshots, through the bunker halls, up wooden steps and into sunlight, into leather seats where he can collapse back, his head lulling forward to stare at the dark floors that should be the dirt at a lake house, marred by burned wings-

"Dean, I've got you."

"Cas..." He whimpers out, aching on the movie nights, an old western playing over them in the dark where he can blame the closeness on booze, on tiredness, on just accidentally shifting closer trying to get the popcorn. He aches to let himself fall into Cas's hands, closing his eyes against the touch that he knows he shouldn't want, and yet he thinks Cas wants now, somehow, someway in front of a neon cross-

"Dean, it’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you. Look at me...look at me."

He shouldn't want to peer up into those blue eyes and imagine the cosmic energy behind them and yet he does, to just selfishly grasp at the possible love behind them, to feel the words ‘I love you’ over and over again; that he's loved, that he's a loving, cared for, selfless, kind person, all the things he's still not sure he is and yet he wants to be, wants to be more than anything and yet how can something as otherworldly as Cas be wrong?

"I've got you. Take this, for me, it’s okay."

How can he deny someone like Cas, when he's looking at him so purely?

Cool glass meets his lips and a liquid snakes down his throat and its somehow vile and yet holds a ginger root scent that’s warm and kind of smells like that trench coat or maybe that's coming from the fabric itself that he’s gripping like a lifeline now, head curling against the angel's warm palm. Cas is staring so mournfully sweetly at him, and suddenly his entire body is full of warmth and intimacy and safety; kindness and love and he can’t help but whimper in awe at it.

"Shh. It's okay, Dean. It’s okay."

It's okay.

It’s okay to finally let himself ignore the old western on the tv, Sam and Jack, to let his head lull onto Cas's shoulder, to let Cas guide him against his chest, to let Cas wrap an arm around him. It's okay to cry at the sensation of Cas's warm palm against his cheek, to focus entirely on his thumb stroking his skin.

He can hear Sam asking Cas a question, he's sure he hears his own name, but it isn’t accusing, it isn’t judging, it isn’t hateful; Sam's asking if he's okay. Because of course he is.

"He will be."

Maybe he will be.

No, he will be because Cas has got him.

Cas has got him, like he's always had him; once more he's lifting him up from hell, and he's safe in his arms, curled up against his side now, the safest place he could be, and finally his body and mind drift away from the exhaustion of it all; lulled to sleep by Cas's warmth against his side, the rumble of baby's engine, the low Led Zeppelin track on the radio, and the knowledge that he'll be okay.

[jadewritings]

The Other Nephilim Finale

PAIRING: Castiel x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k+

WARNINGS: Language, Death, Fluffyfluff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Heyo! Last chapter of this series! There is a sequel in the works and you’ll get more romance between cas and Y/N so I hope you enjoy!

In the impala, everyone was silent. Sam has explained everything about Lucifer possessing her and her trying to fight him. Dean was was shocked, along with Cas. Everyone thought they were done with him.

Y/N sat in the middle of Castiel and Jack. Her head had fallen on Castiel’s shoulder but he didn’t move her.

The silence was interrupted when she whined and shifted, causing her to fall into Castiel’s lap. Everyone looked back and Dean chuckled at the sight. Castiel couldn’t bring himself to push her away, so he adjusted so her face was upright, a pained expression written clear as day on her.

“It’s not funny, Dean.” Castiel glared at the driver. Dean only nodded his head and tried as he might, couldn’t keep the chuckles at bay. Castiel tightened his grip on the girl, worried. Maybe not just for their sake, but for hers as well.

••••

Inside her head, Y/N was panting. She didn’t think it would drain her this much but it was easier now that she was passed out. Lucifer couldn’t control her and hopefully the boys were somewhere safe.

Lucifer circled her in his gloppy form, “Why can’t you just make this easy for yourself? They don’t matter. You’ve barely even known them! So why protect them?”

She huffed, sweat slid down her forehead, plopping onto her cheek. She wiped it away, her vision going in and out of blurriness.

“Because, they’ve shown me more love than you ever could.”

“Oh don’t give me that bull. They came to kill you. If I hadn’t have shown them that it was me and not you, they would have certainly followed through.”

“No-”

“Yes! And I bet you, that Dean would have been the one to pull the trigger.” He smiled, he was getting to her.

“No!” She said with more force, “Jack wouldn’t let them even if they did. He’s my brother. I know he wouldn’t have.”

“What makes you so sure?” He stepped towards her. She didn’t have the energy to step back. “Huh? What reason would he have to save you?” Y/N didn’t answer. He had a point. She couldn’t think of one reason. Just because she’s family? No. If that were the case, then he wouldn’t be so dead set against Lucifer.

Lucifer wrapped his hand around her throat when she was caught off guard. She fought for air, her hands digging into the blackness of his skin. Her throat burned, for air, because he was acidic, toxic.

“Now, you’ll have no one. If you had just listened to me. Maybe you could have been my star. My perfect little weapon.” Her face turned red, then a shade of purple.

“N...N-o!” She gurgled. Her eyes flashed gold and lifted her hands up, sending them back down. The golden pulse from before sent Lucifer flying back.

She dropped to the floor in a coughing fit. Her lungs burned as the air entered them once again.

The shelves he went flying into, broke and he stepped through the rubble with a chuckle. “You’ll never learn will you? No one can defeat me. I’ll just keep coming back! And back, and back, and back.” He taunted with each step towards her. “Until I get what I came for. I might even take your precious little Castiel.”

“NO!”

••••

Y/N was still out when they arrived back at the bunker. Castiel carried her out and inside this time. But she started to convulse in his arms and electricity started to crackle around them.

“Sam, Dean!” He called.

They turned around at the door and saw the scene.

“Get her inside! Hurry up!” Dean yelled, opening the iron door quickly.

They secured her in the chair, the devils trap underneath in a blood red. The dungeon is exactly as it sounds. They used it to hold most of their captures if that’s what it took. Dean has even been in there before. Sam too.

Y/N continued to convulse.

“What do we do, we can’t just sit here! She’s dying!” Jack yelled. The atmosphere was too intense, the outcome of the situation being unknown made Jack worry even more.

“What is there to do? She’s the only one who can get him out, Jack.” Dean responded.

An idea popped into his head, “What if I go in there?” Jack hoped.

“In where? Her head?” Dean asked.

“No. That could make this more dangerous. For her and yourself.” Castiel grunted his response. He got it. Jack wanted to help but to risk himself too, he wouldn’t let him.

“Wait, look!” Sam interrupted their conversation, drawing everyone’s attention to Y/N.

Black seeped out of her mouth and she began to gurgle. Her body lurched forward and even more spewed out.

••••

Y/N rushed at Lucifer, he was ready for her. He grabbed her arms and flung her into the wall. She squeaked and stood again, not yet done.

She rushed at him again.

She ducked under his fist and threw one into his goopy stomach, igniting her power.

It blew out a piece of his body, splattering on the wall. Lucifer grunted but picked her up by the hair and flung her onto the floor. The black dripped from the hole, it not seeming to affect him.

“Nice try.”

“I’m not done yet!” She jumped up and threw herself on top of him. He took the brunt of the fall. She threw fist after fist at him, screaming.

“GET OUT! GET OUT! GET. OUT. OF. MY. HEAD!!” She threw both fists up and down, making contact on his head. The golden shockwave surrounded them and the next thing she knew, it was silent.

Her eyes opened and it took a minute to adjust to her surroundings. She felt liquid drip from her mouth and she coughed out more. She looked down and saw the black soon turn to red.

“Y/N?” She heard her name. That voice. It sounded so familiar. Jack?

Everyone looked on in shock, maybe astonishment. Her eyes, as they opened, were red but all too soon flickered to gold.

Jack stepped next to her and called her name. Was it really her? It had to be. A black puddle spread out in front of her.

“Jack?” It hurt to talk. Her voice was but a whisper. Even then it was gravelly.

“Y/N, hey.” He smiled, “It’s me.”

“Where am I? Is everyone okay?” She looked up at the other three faces in the room. It was so hard to stay awake.

“Yeah, we’re all fine.”

Her vision seemed to tilt and she was surrounded in darkness.

“Y/N?” Jack shook her but Castiel put his hand on his shoulder.

“I think she needs some rest. Let’s get her cleaned up and in a bed.”

Jack looked back then down at the floor before nodding. He undid the restraints and took off the stained jacket.

Castiel picked her up bridal style and Jack followed.

••••

It was three days later that Y/N finally woke up again. Castiel was the first to see her awake.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She sat up, her joints popped and her muscles cramped from laying down for so long.

“Not too shabby I guess.” She jerked her head to the left and right, popping it before rolling her shoulders. “How long have I been out?”

“Almost four days. It’s evening now.” He responded. She hummed and a silence settled over them.

“How is everyone?” She asked hesitantly.

“Dean and Sam are on a hunt but I don’t think Dean wants to kill you anymore so that’s a plus.”

She chuckled. “And Jack? Where’s he?”

Castiel folded his hands in his lap, “He’s asleep. He’s been by your side ever since you’ve been out. I had to force him to go to sleep.”

“Wow. I didn’t realize he cared that much.” She was surprised, that much was true. Ever since she finally met him, she felt a strong bond. One she hadn’t felt with Lucifer.

“He cares a lot more than you think he does.”

Another silence.

“You know, he was the only one who knew you weren’t killing people.”

Her E/C eyes met his ocean blue ones.

“If he wasn’t so persistent, we wouldn’t have slowed down long enough to save you, as harsh as that sounds.” Castiel have her a small smile.

She placed her hand on top of his, running her thumb along the curve of his knuckles, “Thank you, Castiel.”

“For what?” He asked. His eyes moved to her hand. It was soft, and warm on his.

“For being there for my brother. For being the father he deserves. For being you.” Her hand moved up to cup his cheek, a small smile replacing the pain in her words.

“You really are handsome, you know that?”

The moment was all too real for Castiel. His hand matched hers as he took it from his cheek and held it within his own.

“Y/N... I-I can’t-”

“I know.” She stopped him before he could continue, “I’m a nephilim. An abomination. I shouldn’t exist. But I do. And now that Lucifer doesn’t control me anymore, I’m free. But that still doesn’t mean I get what I want.”

Castiel looked at her, confused.

She laughed with a sigh and leaned her forehead on his. Their breath mingled as she leaned forward and kissed the side of his mouth, not quite on his lips.

“I’m going to go to Jack’s room. Goodnight Castiel.” She stood and left him to wonder, does he have feelings for her?

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The Dealbreaker

Chapter 8

Sam and Dean were grabbing jackets. The ones they already had were fine, but a few new options were nice. And of course Sam grabbed some flannels for his wardrobe.

Dean was the first to walk up to the register, and when he found the cashier his eyes went wild. “Sammy?!” he shouted.

Sam dropped what he was buying and ran back to the front of the store. “Dean?

“They’re dead.” Dean looked at the dead cashier and then down the hall, where the bodies of employees and customers were spread about the store. All with their eyes burnt out. “They’re all dead.”

Sam looked to Dean in panic. “What about..?”

Dean shook his head. “He took her. She’s gone.”

///

Your cell was very cramped. There wasn’t even a bed. Just a cold floor with a hole you presumed was supposed to be a toilet. Which was unfair, because you definitely could not aim like a guy could.

You were thankful you were still wearing your coat though. It was freezing and you didn’t know if you could handle the chill without it.

“Enjoying your stay? It is one of our finer rooms.” Lucifer’s voice echoed down the hall. “I love how most people think Hell is scorching hot. But I burn cold, baby.”

His red eyes flashed and he frowned. “Okay, you know what? Now is not the time for torture, I guess. See you later.” And he was gone.

You peered out of the bars, noticing the rows upon rows of cells. You reached out with your little to-go compact mirror you’d bought from the thrift store. You’d never imagine it would come in handy. You aimed it so you could read the labelling on the cells next to you. The cell to the right was labelled Y0000000377482’ and the next one down from it, Y0000000377481’. Well, that was stupid of them, you thought.

You also had a little pocket knife in your left pocket. One thing Lucifer did not do was check you for weapons. He didn’t really need to. Your cell could only be opened with a key, and you were immortal so you couldn’t kill yourself. You didn’t have a chance of escaping on your own.

But you did have a knife and a plan.

///

Lucifer finds Sam and Dean at a crossroad.

“Turns out I don’t even need to torture the girl to get to you both where I want you. I just need to take her.”

“We want you to open up Hell,” Dean told him flatly.

“No pun intended, but why the hell would I do that?”

“We’re making a deal here. Isn’t that what crossroads are for?” Dean said rather casually.

“Too bad I can’t have you dead in ten years. That would kind of kill the point of you being my vessel,” Lucifer told them.

Dean shrugs. “Then take something else. What do you really want, Lucifer?”

“You two in the cage where I rotted for years. You’d trade that just to find her?”

“Yeah. Deal.”

Just as Lucifer snapped to open the portal to Hell and to seal the deal, Sam dropped a lighter. Flames of holy oil made a circle around the angel. The devil laughed bitterly, “Oh, very funny, boys. But I can’t fulfill your deal like this. Now let me out before I skin you both alive.”

“You can’t, though, can you?” Sam asked. “Thanks for the portal though.”

Lucifer’s red eyes were murderous.

“You know, hiding out as a crossroad demon isn’t nearly as sneaky when you tell everyone what you’re doing. You like to take credit, and when you do, it exploits everything you’ve worked hard for,” Dean told him as the devil seethed. “Light him up, Sammy.”

Sam doused Lucifer in holy oil and threw him a match.

Sam and Dean had to admit, hearing Lucifer’s shouts of agony were just a bit satisfying. 

When the flames died out, Lucifer was left panting on the gravel road.

Dean raised some cuffs in the air. “Found these  in the bunker’s storage. Just sitting in a box, hogging space. With a little research I figured out what it was. Archangel cuffs. How convenient, yeah?”

Dean locked them tight onto the devil’s wrists.

///

You nervously placed the blade to your skin. It was all or nothing, right? You knew you couldn’t die, but it just felt so wrong and forbidden that you hesitated.

You cut carefully, making sure the lines were clean. They still hurt, but you bit back the pain and continued the work until you were satisfied.

Yeah, that would do it.

The blood you’d spilt you spent making an angel sigil, just in case Lucifer came back.

///

“Tell us where she is,” Dean demanded.

Lucifer loved to taunt him. “Why would I tell you?”

Dean had him grabbed by the collar, all sorts of intimidating, but the devil just smiled smugly.

The Winchesters hissed as little cuts appeared on their arms. Dean let Lucifer fall.

Sam’s eyes widened. “Dean, they’re words! She’s tell us something!”

It read: CELLHELL Y0000000377483’

“Oh, she is a genius,” Dean said, smiling widely.

They dragged Lucifer into the portal with them, not to fast to let him out of their sight.

///

Crowley was rather amused when Sam and Dean Winchester dragged Lucifer in by the collar. He couldn’t help it. Those two always managed to entertain him.

“So he’s completely contained?” He asked.

“Yes,” Dean said gruffly.

“Huh,” Crowley said. “Here��s the key to the cage. Lock ‘em up, boys.”

Sam piped up, “Hey, also, do you have any idea where, um, ‘CELLHELL Y0000000377483’ might be?”

Crowley smiled then. “I do.”

///

After they locked Lucifer in the cage once again, they walked along the endless hallways of ‘Y’.

Sam wondered aloud. “Y?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“I meant the letter, Y. What’s it for?”

“So we can find the cell a bit easier. You think we have the patience to look through that many cells?” Crowley rolled his eyes. “How many zeroes was it?”

“Seven,” replied Sam.

“Oh,” Crowley said, a bit surprised. “Oh, wow. That's… a very old cell. It must have been prepared a while ago.”

Dean gave him a look. “What does that mean?”

“What do you think it means? There’s only five zeroes now. Hell’s much more full than it used to be. Seven zeroes? That’s a pretty old cell.”

“You mean Lucifer’s prepared this for her for that long ago?” Sam repeated.

“Yes, Moose-boy. Keep up.” Crowley stopped, “Okay, we’re in the 0000000377000 range. Just keep going until your bloodshot eyes see 483. Oh, and just call 666 if you need anything. But not if you need a ride. I already have an Uber waiting for you two knuckleheads. And here’s a cell key; don’t lose it.”

“Thanks,” Sam said sincerely.

“You two got me my throne back, that’s all that I really care about.” While Crowley was a demon, there was something so human in his eyes. “And good luck.”

And good luck they had.

///

They found you sitting crisscrossed in your cell, bloody hand hovering over an angel sigil.

“Hey, he’s gone. You’re okay.”

Your arm had a trail of red dripping down to your elbow, forming a small puddle. “Sorry about the cuts—”

“Nothing Cas can’t fix. C'mon, let’s get home.” Dean smiled to himself.“I seriously cannot wait to hide that stupid moose.”

You smiled back.

The End

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In The End

Lucifer!Sam x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, talk of non-con, angst

Words: 1.2k

Beta: ilikaicalie

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It’s the end of the world.

This was never how you pictured it. Of all the places you imagined you’d be, chained to the radiator was never one of them. If you weren’t killed in the first wave of death and destruction, you assumed you’d end up part of the resistance.

Dean dropped you off on the side of the road the second Sam said yes and let the devil in.

-

“You gotta go, kiddo,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t wanna leave you here, but if you’re with me, you’ll get dead for sure. This way you have a chance.”

“I don’t have anyone else, Dean.” You fought back tears.

“It’s better this way,” he nodded, knuckles tightening around the steering wheel. “He loved you, you know.”

“I know,” you whispered.

Twisting in his seat he pulled his duffel from the back, producing a handgun and one box of bullets.

“It’s only a twenty-two. You’ll have to shoot more than once to put something down. Just keep pulling the trigger. Got it?”

“Got it,” you confirmed, wiping your cheek with the sleeve of your shirt. “I’m not very good with guns. Never have been.”

“We all gotta venture out of our comfort zone.” Dean couldn’t even look at you. He knew, just as well as you that this was it. The last of your little makeshift family was ripping apart. You’d both be alone now. “I gotta go find Cas and Bobby. We gotta figure out his next move.”

“You’re really gonna-” you couldn’t say it. Kill Sam. Kill his brother.

“He’s not Sam.” Dean tapped the wheel, raising up adjusting his hips. He’s always been squirmy when he’s emotional.

“I’m never gonna see you again, am I?” Your heart felt like it was crumbling inward. Losing Sam was bad enough, you thought you were going to die, but Dean is your last tie to life. To everything that came before all the chaos of the end.

“No, probably not.” He looked at you, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. “You stay safe, don’t trust anyone. Watch your back.”

“You too.” With a tap on the car door, you stepped back and the Impala sped off, disappearing into the distance, in a cloud of dust and dirt, for the last time.

-

It didn’t take him long to find you.

“You get so lost in your own thoughts, it’s mesmerizing to watch. It’s a survival device left over from your childhood...almost makes you thankful for all those times daddy yelled at mommy.” He’s taunting. It’s Sam’s face looking at you, his body crouched, but it’s not Sam inside, not where it counts.

He’s all slithering lies and darkness. This Sam likes to watch you squirm and beg. This Sam isn’t Sam at all.

“Will you take the cuffs off me please, my wrists hurt.” You look at your arms, he put the restraints on too tight last time and now you’re bleeding.

“Of course, little one. I just have to make sure you stay put while I’m gone. After your last escape attempt, I can’t be too careful.”

“I won’t go anywhere.” You’ve given up. There’s no point in fighting it. He loves to let you think you’ve gotten away only to scoop you right back up.

“Why don’t you eat something and lie down for a while.” He gestures toward the bed and a bowl of soup that appears out of nowhere. “You are hungry aren’t you?”

“Yes.” He hasn’t fed you in two days. Your stomach cramps at the first bite but you keep going. Shoveling it into your mouth until the bowl is empty. You eat as much as he’ll allow whenever you can because the next meal isn’t a sure thing.

“He’s not happy with me.” He saunters closer, reaching out to touch the side of your face. “He doesn't like it when I leave you here - doesn’t think I’m taking very good care of you.”

“I’m okay.”

You’re not okay. But you say it because you know Sam’s in there somewhere, listening, watching. The Sam that still loves you. The Sam that thought he was sacrificing himself for you.

You’re dying, slowly but surely. Eventually, he’ll grow bored and leave you here without food or water and you’ll wither away.

“Oh, he misses you.” He pats his heart, pouting, lower lip stuck out. “It’s enough to break my witty, bitty heart.”

“Stop it.” You whisper, looking at the floor.

“I can hear it all. Every thought, every memory. He misses talking to you, touching you, fucking you...all the good stuff.”

He hasn’t touched you yet, not in a sexual way but you know it’s probably coming. You’re here, being held captive for no other reason than to torture Sam.

“Come over here and lie down.” He pats the bad, sitting on the edge. His eyes follow you, always watching, narrow and focused as if he’s reading your thoughts. He usually is.  

There’s no fighting him. He always wins. So you lay on the bed, turning on your side as he wraps Sam’s, big warm body around you from behind. You stiffen and he chuckles, breath against the skin of your neck.

“Don’t worry, no funny business.”

This is a special kind of torment. Because he smells like your Sam, feels like the man you fell in love with and shared a life with for all those years. Somewhere inside, your Sam is still there and that’s what you focus on.

“Ooo he hates this…” he chuckles, reaching up to pull your hair back from your neck. “Just cuddle buddies, Sam. Don’t get your panties in a bunch - you know, she likes it. She closes her sad little eyes and pretends it’s you holding her. You two crazy kids.”

“Just let me sleep,” you beg, tears falling, staining the bare mattress.

“He’s getting stronger.” The body behind you jerks. “You bring it out of him. Better be careful or I’ll have to teach you both a lesson about who’s in charge. I bet if she’s desperate enough she’ll spread her legs for us. She’d give anything to be with you again...I wouldn't even have to force it, would I little one?”

“Please, just leave me alone,” you whimper, curling forward into a ball. The part that tears you up is that he’s right. It’s getting easier and easier to just focus on the face in front of you and pretend, to slip into another world.

And then he’s up and moving around. There’s the click of metal around your ankle and you don’t need to look up to know he’s cuffed you to the bed frame.

He’s leaving again.

“Stay put sweetheart, I’ll be back.”

And then he’s gone.

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Rocking the Boat 15

Supernatural AU 

Link to Chapter 14

Words: 1,700

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader/Dean x Cas

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It didn’t take Cas long to track Jack down. He stood in his room looking furiously at the wall. Cas took a breath and tried to think of the best way to tell Jack everything that was going on. 

“What is he doing here?”

Jack immediately questioned. Cas cleared his throat. 

“There is a lot that I have to tell you. Lucifer is helping us with a situation that affects us all greatly…”

“And Michael? What is with him? I assumed that he would try to hurt me but he’s petting those socks…”

Cas fought the urge to laugh at that. Michael’s less than “Michael-like” behavior had the whole bunker on edge.

“Jack...Y/n is pregnant.” 

Jack was motionless for a moment. He stood looking at Cas as if he was trying to make sure that this wasn’t some sick joke. 

“Castiel, I read that wasn’t something to joke around about.” 

Cas sighed.

“Jack, when do I ever joke around about anything?”

Jack had to admit that Cas had something there. He stood silently for a few more moments before frowning deeper. 

“Will she die like my mom? What was Gabriel thinking?”

Cas decided that it was time to be a little more comforting.

“It is different with Y/n...or so we think.” 

Jack again looked confused. 

“Dean told me about the facts of life. How can it be different?” 

Cas reached out and put a hand on Jack’s shoulder. 

“I have a lot to tell you…”

(Meanwhile) 

After getting Gabriel somewhat calmed down, you walked into the kitchen where Raphael sat with his eyes glued to a coffee cup. You stood for a few moments wondering if you should go the other direction. Every warning bell in your head was going off when it came to Raphael. This archangel had essentially made your life hell for a while. Now here he sat looking like a weakling. 

“You good?”

You finally managed to choke out. Raphael didn’t look up for a while. 

“No.”

“Maybe you need something stronger than coffee?”

You suggested. Raphael looked up finally. 

“I am on my 15th cup of whiskey, thank you. I highly doubt that you have anything that will help me.” 

You pressed your lips together.

“Well, I guess not.” 

You started to turn to leave the room but froze. Curiosity was getting the better of you.

“Can we trust you?”

You asked bluntly. Raphael looked up. His eyes were dark for a moment before he took on that sad lost expression that Gabriel seemed to have whenever someone mentioned Chuck. 

“Yes. What have I to really return to anyway? Heaven is a joke. Everything that I believed so strongly in...supported for all of my life is a lie. You wouldn’t understand the feeling.” 

You shook your head. 

“No. No, I don’t but there are a few people in this bunker that do. Free will isn’t so bad. Once you get used to it and find a path, you’ll be fine.” 

Raphael chuckled. 

“Fine is a loose word to choose.” 

You held your hands out. 

“At least you aren’t walking around petting a pair of socks babbling about incoherent shit.” 

The taunt about Michael seemed to clearly amuse Raphael. He laughed again. You had never heard the archangel laugh before. It looked like he knew how to after all! 

“That is a good point. I am also not being a smug bastard like Lucifer and wanting people to tell me how right I am.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Tell him to shut up. Hell, the rest of us do it all of the time. It won’t hurt him any...even though he was technically right about everything. God, I hate saying that.” 

Gabriel walked into the room with a dark expression on his face.. The expression made your stomach begin to churn. 

“We have another problem.” 

Raphael looked up warily. 

“What now?”

The two were silent for a moment. You looked between them as they looked at each other awkwardly. Raphael jumped up. 

“Are you talking to me?”

Gabriel nodded. 

“Yeah...trying to. Angel Radio is gone!”

Raphael quickly began to pace around the room. His face was dark as he turned to Gabriel. 

“Why would he disable that?”

Gabriel shrugged. 

“He is trying to isolate us in every way and he just hit the jackpot.” 

The realization that none of the angels could communication came as a shock to you. If you needed any clue that Chuck really wasn’t a good guy after all...this was a good one. If he meant no harm and only wanted to be a good grandparent then why would he take away something as vital as angel radio. 

“I guess you all are getting cell phones. Cas will be excited to talk to the voice again.” 

You said trying not to chuckle at the memories of Cas trying to talk to his voicemail service. Gabriel looked at you with an annoyed expression. Your moment was ruined by that expression. Something told you that Gabriel was going to be a grouchy mess until either Chuck was dead or the kid was born. Trying to tell him to calm down was going to be about as useful as waking up a sleeping grizzly bear for a cuddle session.

Walking out of the room, you decided to leave the two of them to sit and freak out together. At least they knew what the other was talking about since you were so obviously clueless! Your foul mood vanished a bit when you noticed Michael sitting on the couch with his socks. 

You had to fight back the urge to laugh. Oh how the mighty had fallen! Had someone told you a few years ago that this would happen to Michael; you would have wondered what kind of shit that the person was smoking. 

“Hey.” 

You said as Michael looked up. 

“Hello. I like my socks.”

You cleared your throat to stop yourself from giggling again.

“Yeah, I know that you do. They are nice socks. What are they cotton?”

Michael shrugged before giving them a proud parent like expression. 

“They are fuzzy. Fuzzy and happy.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous of Michael. At the moment, he had ZERO worries! He didn’t care about you being pregnant or the fact that angel radio was down. Michael gave zero fucks about everything but his sock pet.

“Gabriel is grumpy.”

Michael stated without looking up. You nodded. He was right there. Gabriel was grumpy (and he had every reason to be...your mind supplied). 

“Yeah, well, he has a lot on him at the moment. What is your opinion about me being pregnant? I am sure that you have one.”

You braced yourself for Michael to turn into the archangel that you were familiar with. He would stand up and start chewing you out. When he didn’t you were a bit surprised. Michael went back to his socks.

“I like dogs.”

You rolled your eyes and decided that the question wasn’t even worth worrying over. 

“You know, if you would like Michael, I can glue some googly eyes on your socks and they can be like a puppet.” 

You moved your hand in a puppet-like motion to show Michael what you meant. The archangel’s eyes widened as he clutched his socks to his chest. He hissed like a cat before running off down the hall without another word. 

“What the hell did you do to him?”

Dean asked as he moved out of Michael’s way. You shrugged. 

“Offered to turn his socks into a puppet.” 

You said, shaking your head. Dean chuckled. 

“God, he’s a nut job.” 

You turned to your father. 

“Did you hear about angel radio being gone?”

Dean’s amused expression turned to a frown. Yeah, he heard about it! He heard Gabriel, Cas, Raphael, and Lucifer in the other room arguing about it before he was kicked out of the room. 

“Yeah, I did. Cas mentioned something about going to look for some more angels. It seems like a good idea. I definitely can’t help to get some more numbers. You know that Chuck’s ass is getting some friends together.” 

That churning feeling in your stomach began to return. If Cas was going to go look for other angels then Gabriel would go to. It only made sense. Gabriel was the only one that Cas trusted. Raphael was going to have to kiss a lot of ass and work a lot of good deeds for Cas to trust him. 

Whether it made sense or not you didn’t like the idea of Gabriel going away while you were pregnant. It didn’t matter if you had a while before this kid made his or her appearance. You wanted Gabriel with you! If he missed the child’s birth, you would be absolutely furious! 

“I guess that means that Gabriel is going away.” 

You said coldly. Dean crossed his arms over his chest. 

“He won't be gone long.” 

You tried to hold back a rude comment. Your father didn’t deserve your wrath. 

“Did he send you here to do his dirty work? Could he not come and talk to me himself?” 

Dean groaned. 

“Sweetheart, Gabriel is in the middle of a breakdown. I don’t think that he had the heart to come in here and try to talk to you.” 

You snorted. Something told you that Gabriel was sitting on the other side of the door listening. Just when did Gabriel turn to Dean for favors and when did your father start doing them?

“Well, he had the heart to be a complete ass to me. Tell Gabriel that he needs to find himself a better attorney to do his dirty work.” 

You turned and walked to your room without another word. Alone time sounded like a great idea! 

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