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zepskies · 9 months

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Hello my lovely friend! I would love to see an imagine/head canon of Dean and the reader seeing each other for the first time after he either comes back from hell or purgatory if you’d be up for it 💕 up to you whether it’s an established relationship or mutual pining 😉 thank you! 😘

Hello, my dear!!

Thank you so much for this imagine! I needed a bit of Dean. 😘

Now I went with Purgatory for this one (S8, E01 – “We Need to Talk About Kevin”).

I diverged from canon of Sam not looking for Dean to make sure if he was dead. Not just because I think that choice by the SPN writers wasn’t true to Sam’s character (Even Jared has said this lol), but because I think if Dean had a girlfriend at this point in time, Sam wouldn’t just abandon her to deal with Dean’s loss alone.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Song Inspo: Yes, I had one for this! Weirdly enough, it was the entire “Moneyball” soundtrack. The whole smooth but intense pace of it really drove me on this.

Word Count: 2,200 Warnings: 18+ only for some smuttiness.

Imagine: Reuniting with Dean, not knowing if things will be the same.

You’re doing the dishes when your phone rings.

You check the caller ID, frowning when the number is unfamiliar. But you answer with a thread of wariness while you’re holding a glass.

“Hello?” you answer. For a moment, there’s silence on the line. Your brows knit together in suspicion.

For months, you’ve been living with Sam and Kevin in this dusty cabin in the woods. Literally, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It was the only way you and Sam could try to protect the prophet from Crowley.

So the fact that you're getting a call at all is surprising in and of itself.

Your frown deepens. “Whoever this is, you have three seconds before I hang the hell up.”

“Hey…it’s me.”

Your suspicion fades, but shock overtakes you. Your breath stills in your lungs when you hear Dean’s voice. However, your brain can’t compute.

It’s been a year.

“Sweetheart, are you there?” he says.

You finally choke on a gasp, and the glass slides out of your hand and shatters in the sink.

“Hey, you okay?” his gruff concern is so very Dean that it continues to choke you into tears.

“Dean,” you utter. Your mouth trembles as your eyes close, and your tears find their own way down your cheeks. “I…I’ve been…you’re okay?”

“Well, I’m here,” he answers, with some dry humor, but he sounds off. You don’t know what to make of that, but now you’re worried.

You look down at your shaking hand, and you realize that there’s a small piece of glass that ricocheted into your palm. You ignore it, because all you can focus on is your boyfriend’s voice in your ear.

“Where…are you?” you ask. Every trembling, heave of breath brings you closer to a sob.

“Louisiana. Clayton, Louisiana,” he replies. His voice is even, but there’s emotion there too. You hear it, only because you know him so well. “Where are you?”

And how soon can you get here? his tone implies.

After Dean disappeared in the aftershock of Dick Roman’s death, you, Sam, and Kevin had been scouring every lore book on God’s green Earth. Nothing has gotten you closer to finding Dean in the last year.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to fully give up, but in recent weeks, you would never admit that your heart has been starting to falter. So has your body.

Sam watches you closely on the way out of the house, heading to the Impala. You’re grateful for the way he’s been looking out for you, but you also resent it. You don’t need help. You’re fine…mostly.

As strange as it’s been living in this house, it’s become your safety blanket. Your cold shell where you can block off the rest of the world, as if time hasn’t been ticking by all these months outside of it.

But now you’re practically shaking. Call it nerves, lack of sleep, too much caffeine, too much crap food, stress, and grief. You ignore it, taking a firm grip of the passenger door handle and yanking it open. Sam drives.

The hours are excruciating. Your leg bounces restlessly, and Sam notices, but doesn’t comment. He does try to soothe you with your favorite music in the car. He tries to pick up conversation, but you’re not having it.

You’re even being pretty selfish right now. Sam had been without his brother for a year, just as you had been without. And here he is, trying to comfort you.

You can’t help it though.

You’re not okay. You don’t think you’ll ever be okay again until you see him.

Sam eventually pulls into the dingy motel in the middle of rural Louisiana. (And yet, somehow on the corner of a Hustler, one of Dean’s favorite sex shops. Your lips curve slightly.)

Sam’s calling Dean on his cell, but you’re too impatient to wait for the man to come out.

You jerk the car door open, and in your haste, you don’t realize that you’ve slammed the door shut.

“Hey, easy on my Baby.”

You turn with a gasp lodged in your throat, but not even that can escape when Dean comes into view. Complete with red plaid and old jeans and rough stubble that approaches a beard, and a duffel bag.

Dean’s smirk fades into a softer grin when he takes in the familiar curve of your face, the gentle frame of your body, the sight of your tears, welling up in your eyes.

You take in a shuddering breath, and you go to him. Dean drops his bag so that he can properly welcome you where you’re supposed to be.

His arms wrap around your waist, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. He smells like motel soap and second-hand clothes, but all you care about is that he feels solid and alive and your heart’s just shy of shattering, or knitting back together. It beats a fast flutter in your chest.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he rumbles in your ear. You nod, even though you can’t help the way you’re shaking, crying, clinging to him.

“I’m sorry,” you say. You hate that those are your first words to him, but you can’t help it. That’s what you feel, down to your bones. “We tried so damn hard to find you…”

Dean pauses a bit on that, but he just shakes his head. He meets Sam’s gaze behind you and offers his brother a smile. Sam smiles back; he’s full to the brim at the sight of Dean, but for you, he’s patient. He can wait his turn.

“I know,” Dean tells you, holds you a bit tighter. “I'm all right. It’s not your fault, you understand?”

You draw another shaky breath and lean back far enough to see his face. You raise a hand to touch his cheek. When he stares down into your eyes, you know you’re going to be okay.

And so will he. You’re going to make sure of it.

In lieu of words, Dean leans down and captures whatever you might’ve said then with his lips. The kiss is heat and longing, both sweet and rough. It’s everything you need.

It’s a long drive all the way back to your cabin in the woods. Dean checks on you often while you’re passed out asleep in the backseat. He’s back in the driver’s seat of his car, hands wrapped around the familiar leather steering wheel, but he still doesn’t feel totally…right.

Despite being wrapped around the leather, his right hand feels empty. Like it needs the weight of a weapon. He’s still tense and on edge, even now, and Sam notices.

“What was it like?” he asks, quietly so he doesn’t wake you. He’s glad you’re finally sleeping.

“Purgatory?” Dean scoffs. “Like being deep in God’s freakin’ armpit.”

Sam’s brows knit together, but he waits, seeing if Dean will continue. And he does, after giving Sam a brief glance.

“It was monsters, Sam.” A never-ending twilight. Never a moment to rest. A wide-eyed existence of gnashing teeth and blood and black ooze.

When Sam inevitably asks how he got out of Purgatory, Dean is vague, evasive. Castiel didn’t make it, he admits, also in halting detail. But Dean is more willing to focus on how tired you and Sam both look. How pale your skin is. How it seems like this is the first hour of sleep you’ve gotten all week.

“How’s she been?” Dean asks, once again checking on you through the rearview mirror. Sam inhales deeply, making Dean frown.

“She’s been holding on,” Sam replies. “Strong, for Kevin especially. Poor kid’s too scared to go outside half the time.”

Dean turns to him with a frown.

“You’ve been taking care of her, right?” he asks.

Sam huffs, with a wry smile. “When she let me.”

Dean quirks a bit of a smile. That sounded like you. Stubborn at your best, damn near impossible at your worst. But the latter is what he’s worried about.

He later carries you inside the cabin, acknowledging your sleepy mumbles that you can walk, but not actually heeding your words. Sam tells him which one is your room, and Dean carries you there. By then you’re awake, but resigned to the fact that he isn’t going to let you down.

Your hand smooths up his arm, up the back of his neck and into his hair. It makes a pleasant tingle run up his spine.

“Your hair’s gotten long,” you muse, sorting your fingers through the strands. His hair’s darker too, not quite so dirty blonde, now leaning closer to light brown.

Dean smiles a bit. “If that’s all that’s changed, then I’d say I’m in good shape.”

He lays you down on the bed, and you bring him down with you by grabbing onto the front of his gray undershirt. He sinks down onto the edge of the bed and drifts a hand from your arm, to your face. He refreshes his memory of every angle, the soft feel of your skin. He knows his hands are rougher, but you feel the same.

You draw him into you and it begins.

Kissing him feels like taking a much needed breath. The way he grips your arms when you lick sensuously into his mouth—a sudden squeeze, an iron hold—it ignites your blood and the fire in your lower belly.

Your fingers rake into his hair. His solid grip moves to your hips, and you lie back when he guides you onto the mattress.

The sound of your breaths mingling together become shallow as you shove the plaid off his shoulders and ruck up the shirt. He does the same for your shirt and jeans, followed by his own. All that’s left it his skin against yours and rough hands squeezing fingerprint bruises into your hips and thighs.

You don’t mind at first; the strength of his hold and how much he wants you spurs you on. You’re slick and pulsing with need when Dean eventually slides home inside you. He has a hand tight in your hair, gripping tighter as he begins to move hard and fast.

“Dean,” you pant. You moan on his name, but you’re also trying to get his attention. You wince as his hand tightens, both in your hair, trapped against the pillow, and on your hip. You hold onto his wrist.

“Ease up, baby,” you whisper. You don’t want Sam or Kevin to hear you, even though you’re sure they could guess what you and Dean are up to.

But Dean doesn’t seem to hear you at first. You look up into his eyes, and you’re not sure if he’s entirely seeing you. It’s not like him, and it triggers warning signals in your mind. You have to wrap your legs tightly around his hips, squeezing his wrist even harder to stop him for a moment.

“Dean,” you insist. And he finally sees you.

When you soothe a thumb against his wrist, his eyes widen. He releases his hand from your hair, bracing against the bed instead.

He frees the other hand from your hip, and he sees the shape of his fingers already forming in your skin. He knows his hold was tight enough to bruise down to the bone.

It’s happened before, but not like this. Dean’s never lost control like that. Not with you, even in times like these.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he catches his breath, frowning deeply. His green eyes meet yours, raw and guilty. “I uh…I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head at him with a thoughtful frown. You reach up to frame his face with both hands, and you wordlessly tug him down to you. Dean is somewhat reluctant, but he follows your guiding hands and meets your waiting kiss, tender and slow.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats against your lips. His voice is low and coarse, filled with the true depths of his emotions. Everything he's been trying to hide from you.

Your eyes sting with the threat of tears.

“It’s okay,” you reply, through sweeter kisses. “I love you. We're gonna be okay.”

He hesitates. Then, he nods, accepting your words and your warmth.

His hand slowly brushes against your thigh, soothing along your bruising skin. You still have your legs wrapped around his hips, but you lessen your own hold, now that he seems to have come back to himself.

You both realize then that it might not be okay for a while. But that too is all right. Because you’re nothing if not stubborn, and Dean is worth the challenge.

He closes his eyes to breathe and center himself. They blink open at the feeling of your hand, insistent on his shoulder. Your face is both tenderness and determination.

You push against him and twist until he's the one on his back, on the bed, holding your hips, the two of you still joined. He looks up at you still with a measure of reluctance.

"I've got you this time," you tell him, stroking his cheek. His almost-beard prickles against your palm.

After a moment, you can see in his eyes that he believes you.

And you begin again.

AN: Gaaaah, this man. I'm weak every time I write about him. 🥲

I have another Dean imagine coming soon. Some special anon asked for the reverse of "Sam being in love with Dean's girlfriend."

So stay tuned for "Dean gives you an impossible choice." 😉

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aliahm · 9 months

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Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader Drabble

(This drabble is inspired by an exchange I had with the lovely @fandomohana ♥️♥️).

Summary: Crowley is turning the house upside down searching for his watch, and you notice something surprising about his strategy while he looks.

Warnings: One mention of a break in that didn’t actually happen.

The third of the three pictures above belongs to me. The other two pictures were found here on tumblr. Credit for them goes to each of the owners. Both of the dividers used in this post are by firefly graphics, here on tumblr.

If I’ve left out any content warnings, or if I’ve made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know.

“Where in heaven-”

Crowley stopped himself mid-sentence and rolled his eyes, as he tore apart yet another room of the house in his search for his watch. Papers were sent flying off tables, couch cushions found themselves slumped against the opposite wall, and at one point an unidentified shattering noise could be heard.

A few minutes later you stepped through the door and your heart nearly stopped. The place was in shambles. Had someone broken in? Your fears were put to rest almost instantly though. From the bedroom down the hallway came two sounds: a mysterious thud, and the familiar, frustrated growl of your short-tempered demon.

“Crowley, what are you looking for?” you asked him, stepping through the bedroom doorway.

“At this point it doesn’t even matter.” he replied, slamming one of the nightstand drawers closed. “Apparently the bloody thing’s just gone and un-existed!”

You wanted to help him, you really did, but you had to take a moment after hearing that.

“Un-existed?”

Crowley stomped over to the dressing table against the wall, and an alarm went off in your head. The things on that table were yours, and at the rate Crowley was going, he was about to set them all on fire.

“Wait, wait, Crowley hold on-” you rushed out, but before you could say anything else, he simply glanced down at all your familiar items on the tabletop, then stepped away without touching any of them. It was as if he was just strolling past a grocery store aisle that didn’t include anything on his list.

As if that wasn’t already absurd enough, he immediately went back to his manic search/demolition of the room once he was away from the table. You made your way over to said table slowly and carefully (trying your best to avoid the- everything- that was now strewn across the floor).

Your eyes scanned it, then flickered to Crowley, whose back was to you, then back to the dressing table, then back to Crowley.

What on earth had just happened?

“Finally!” you heard the demon yell, picking up his no-longer-missing watch from who-knows-where.

You stepped towards him, about to ask exactly where it had been, but you accidentally knocked one of your rings off the table in the process, and you gasped, realizing what had happened, but not having time to do anything about it.

Fortunately, Crowley, who seemingly hadn’t seen this happen, somehow had the little silver snake resting in his palm before you could react. He gently took your hand and slipped the jewelery onto your finger, and you smiled widely, half out of gratitude and half out of shock.

“That’s pretty.” he commented, securing his watch back around his wrist.

“Thank you,” you told him, “for doing that”.

He smiled at you, then he leaned over and gave you a kiss.

“Okay, I have to know,” you began.

“It was a simple miracle, darling.” he answered, without giving it a second thought.

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Of course it was, but no, not that. I mean, why did you tear apart everywhere except the dressing table?”

“Cause that’s where your things are.” Crowley replied, as if it was the most obvious reason in the world.

“Well, yeah, but you threw around everything else”.

“Exactly”.

“I’m not following your logic here.” you told him, and all he said was:

“What’s important to you is important to me”.

Your smile somehow grew even wider at that, and you moved closer to him, kissing the snake tattoo on the side of his face.

“You’re more important to me than everything in here”.

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goomens · 9 months

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I've had an idea but I won't get around to writing it think.. I imagine Crowley being drunk on wine, taking to Nina after *the event* and just word vomiting, telling her everything about who he is. And then Nina ist like "so when you said 'angel' you actually meant..." maybe you can do something with that? 😂

such a cute idea!!! fic under the cut <3

It’s nine in the morning and Nina is jolted from her sleepy reverie by the violent tinkle of the front door bell; a figure in black slithering into a nearby seat and thunking his head down onto the table. Crowley, she thinks, watching him carefully from behind the counter. Without Mr. Fell in tow, tense around the shoulders, and creating quite a sad display, she feels a pang of something like pity inside her chest.

“Gretel,” Nina calls quietly to one of her newer baristas after a moment of consideration, “Take over for a bit, please?” And she makes her way over to Crowley, not bothering to say hello as she pulls out the other chair and sits down in it. He doesn’t lift his head. By all means, he seems lifeless. Completely still. Eerie, like he isn’t breathing. Her heart stutters in fear for a second, thinking he’s just up and died in her coffee shop, but—

“Oh, calm down.” Crowley retracts his forehead from the cold plastic table with a grunt and glares at Nina—she thinks, at least—through the impenetrable black lenses of his sunglasses. “I would like a mug of coffee with four measures of vodka, please and thank you.”

“It’s not even half nine yet, you know,” She scolds him, not really meaning it, but not willing to serve him alcohol so early either. He’s a bit of an odd fella (or, whatever) but Nina draws the line at serving a customer four units before noon. “No boozy breakfasts here. You’ll have to wait ‘til later—on Saturdays we have a boozy brunch. There’ll be cocktails.”

Crowley doesn’t speak for a moment. Then, “Pity.” He sighs. Snaps his fingers for some reason. He reaches into his blazer, pulling out an entire litre bottle of ABSOLUT and uncapping it. Nina opens her mouth, ready to tell him off, but he holds a finger up and guzzles down half of it before she can get the words out. When he sets the bottle down, she raises a questioning eyebrow.

“Thirsty?”

He ignores her, choosing to scowl instead, and looks off out the window of the shop looking a bit lost. “Your advice was shit. You and that—that vinyl seller. Thought you should know. Don’t go trying to influence anyone else’s ‘love’ lives, eh?” His words are full of forced humour, but his voice shatters a bit at the end, and suddenly Nina feels like some kind of villain. She looks at Crowley and sees someone in mourning. He’s grieving. He’s heartbroken.

“Fuck,” She says with feeling, and motions for Gretel to bring over two mugs.

Hours later—in the midst of Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death’s boozy brunch—Crowley is drunkenly taking Nina step-by-step through his and Aziraphale’s extremely long history. They go back much, much further than she ever thought. Than she ever thought possible, actually. It’s all quite strange. And sweet, and sad, the way he talks about Aziraphale. “He’s so smart,” He says. “He’s good. He’s lovely. He’s the one I love. He’s only gone and returned to Heaven and left me on my own.” He also says, “I’m a Demon, I know I don’t deserve him,” and “He’s an Angel, he doesn’t want me. He could never want me.” And Nina is suddenly putting the pieces together, making sense of it all, her stomach—full of the buttered bagel she’d had for breakfast, half a bottle of vodka, and not much else—turns and swoops, threatening to expel its contents.

Crowley watches her then bursts into a startling laugh. It’s low and surprised. “There’s no way—no way—you’re just now realising what I am. What he is.” She just blinks and stares, and his laugh dies down but the lines of amusement remain etched on his face. “Oh, brilliant. You humans are brilliant. So bloody obtuse.”

“Oi!” She protests, reaching out to push at his shoulder. But she misses on account of being a bit more tipsy than she thought, and he laughs at her again. “I am not obtuse! ‘M quite clever, actually.”

There’s a smile on his—the Demon’s—face now, which is nice, much better than the frown he sported earlier, but when he gestures to his face and grins fiendeshly, she only stares confused for a second before realising that, ah, maybe she is a bit obtuse. His eyes are bright and a little bit playful, without the sunglasses. Big and yellow and snake-like, and oh, that’s what the Eden story had been about. It hadn’t been a metaphor or a weird figure of speech, but the truth. She’d been so busy listening to him she hadn’t noticed the moment he’d pocketed his sunglasses.

Instead of crippling fear or mortal terror, Nina just laughs and laughs. She orders them both a creamy coffee and some malt biscuits, even at his weak protests, and she lets him tell her all about the planets and the stars, Mesopotamia, the crucifixion, the Seven hills of ancient Rome, the burning of witches in the fifteenth century, the Armageddon-That-Wasn’t…

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poisonioushearts · 1 year

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Forgotten

Characters: All dorms plus Grim

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, possibly grammatical errors

Synopsis/tags: Reader gets hit with a spell that makes them forget what was most important to them. Everyone thinks that it must be their home but it ends up being him, angst, angst/no comfort

Notes: I was feeling particularly evil today but in the end I was near sobbing

Do not repost, reblog only

You stirred awake with your head pounding.

Where were you?

You blinked, things started to take shape and you stared up at the familiar white walls of the infirmary.

“Ah, Prefect! Glad to see you have woken up. Do you recall what happened?”

You frowned, sitting up slightly, “I was walking to my dorm and then someone,” you paused trying to recall the events, “Someone shouted my name and that is it…”

“Ah well, allow me to explain after all my graciousness knows no bounds,” his smile faltered as he continued to speak, “some students were messing around with spells and it seems you have gotten hit with a ‘forgetting spell’. One that makes you forget what was the most important to you.”

You frowned, “Is there a cure?”

He sighed, I am afraid the answer to that is unclear. Now, tell me, do you recall from where you hail?”

“I am from [home]. You asked me this on my first day here.”

Crowley’s facial expressions faltered, “Oh dear,” he waved his hand, “nonetheless someone is here to see you.”

The door opened and he came in but instead of your usual greeting he often received you frowned.

“Who are you?”

He had rushed in with a relieved smile on his face, starting to talk to you and ask you if you were alright. Once the question left your lips his world shattered. You didn’t know who he was? Wait, that meant he was your favorite person! That sliver of happiness faded once he fully realized that you didn’t remember who he was and you’d probably never remember. He will try and do anything for you to remember him again, to remember all the times you’ve spent together. He loved you and now he wasn’t sure if he’d ever know how you felt before.

Kalim, Carter, Rook, Floyd, Ruggie

The lecture he was about to give fell away and his eyes went wide. His facade begins to crumble. You didn’t remember who he was? He will spend countless nights trying to find a cure trying to make you remember who he was. He wants your conversations back, he wants you back. Please remember him. Please.

Vil, Trey, Sebek, Azul, Leona, Riddle, Jamil

He refuses this fact. He refuses to believe this. It must be a prank. There must be a cure. He will not rest or give up until something is solved, even at the risk of his own health and at the risk that you may just never remember who he is again. All the while keeping up the lie of ‘I’m fine’.

Floyd, Epel, Jack, Ace, Sebek

He accepts it because he may be used to losing things, but he doesn’t give up. He will talk to you, he will try and be a friend to you. It doesn’t matter that the relationship is starting over from scratch, he will do whatever it takes to make sure he doesn’t lose this one. He still hopes that maybe you can get your memories back, but he isn’t relying on it.

Lilia, Jamil, Malleus, Jack, Deuce, Jade, Silver

This was one of the rare times he left his room but once he hears the news he leaves right away, refusing to look at the confused and calculating expression on your face. Back in his room he either looks back on all the fun times you had together. How unfortunate it had to end. He refuses to leave his safe space even more now.

Idia

He hates this feelingbut he doesn’t realize what it is at first. He soon finds out that he is feeling upset, sad, and even a little bit of grief. He will find a cure. No worries he doesn’t need rest or food he will even beg his older brother to help him bring you back.

Ortho

He holds back the tears that water in his eyes but it doesn’t help.He starts to sob. He can’t help it, the one person who clearly accepted him, even almost from the start, had forgotten him. He was your favorite, and now he may never get to experience it again.

Grim

Thank you for reading. Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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shiorimia · 1 month

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My thoughts on the Good Omens S2 ending:

I see a lot of fans pointing fingers at either Crowley or Aziraphale, claiming one side is in the wrong while ignoring the impact this situation has on BOTH of them.

For me, it felt like Crowley was desperate to keep things the way they were, because they were happy. Even with all the shenanigans they dealt with, Crowley still cherished his time with Aziraphale and feared it all ending. Aziraphale suddenly going back to heaven as a supreme archangel...to Crowley, it probably felt like they took 5 steps forward over the process of 6000 years, and then 500 steps back. All in one day.

The fact that he tried so hard to get Aziraphale to understand that things aren’t just black-and-white like heaven claims they are, only for Aziraphale to rush back to them after all those years...it must hurt a lot, like going right back to square one.

Given, well...EVERYTHING about Crowley, Aziraphale suddenly asking him to go back to heaven with him so they can be angels together just feels like a slap in the face. Aziraphale is still desperately hoping that things will magically come together without strife...he doesn’t truly understand the depth of what he is asking of Crowley, because he is DESPERATE to stay with the demon...but he can't give up heaven just yet.

He doesn’t fully understand yet that heaven is just as bad as hell. Crowley has absolutely no interest in becoming an angel again after falling, and on top of that...Crowley knows that the minute he steps a foot in heaven, he’ll be killed or enslaved. Aziraphale hasn’t thought about any of this, because he just wants to be able to have both of the things he loves at once: Heaven, and being with Crowley.

A sadly impossible wish.

Aziraphale saying “I forgive you” after Crowley kissed him...I have SO MANY THOUGHTS on this. Crowley desperately revealed his love for Aziraphale by kissing him fiercely, not holding back. He did this because he truly did not want Aziraphale to leave him, and revealing his hidden feelings was his last resort.

Aziraphale’s infamous “I forgive you” response insinuates that Crowley is IN THE WRONG for having romantic feelings for Aziraphale. It reads as “I forgive you for loving me”, which is absolutely heart shattering for Crowley. Not only is he about to lose the angel that he’s loved for 6000 years, but said angel just treated his love like an unsightly mistake to be fixed.

A lot of ppl have pointed out that it seems like Aziraphale was actually going to say "I love you"...before he choked up and reverted back to what he felt he was SUPPOSED to say, as an angel to a demon.

I’m not mad at either of them. They are put in a truly dire situation where they are forced to take sides...heaven and hell just DONT want them to be happy. Their emotional, desperate reactions MAKE SENSE. They crave what they can’t have, and its killing them.

All I can think of is how truly miserable Aziraphale is going to be once he gets back in heaven and slowly starts realizing that the things Crowley pointed out to him were all true. And on Crowley's end, the demon is probably going to ANGST over their last meeting, ANGST over his rejected feelings, and ANGST over the nonstop "I forgive you"s echoing in his head.

They really need to make up, especially on Aziraphale's end. Lord knows how badly his response will tank Crowley’s already nonexistent self-esteem.

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #Also not a fan of the fact that some ppl are pushing this narrative that crowley sexually assaulted aziraphale by kissing him like that #you can have your own opinions on that ofc! but I actively DESPISE that take on their kiss #i wrote a lot but theres still so much I have to say on the ending...#I just dont know how to word it precisely

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notesbutnotfromunderground · 6 months

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If Aziraphale does lose his memory ...

“I used to be like you are now, so innocent and pure, angel.” Crowley choked. This was the last thing he wanted, for Aziraphale to see him like this. Then he gently closed his eyes as Aziraphale held the burning sword above his head.

Crowley realized a while back that Aziraphale had lost all of the memories they made together the moment he stepped foot back in heaven. There was no going back from this. And Aziraphale will never forgive himself if he remembers. So he did the next right thing to do—stopping time.

“Promise me one thing,” he looked at straight into the Metatron’s floating head. “Aziraphale never remembers me when all of this is done.” He didn’t give the Metatron a chance to talk back and restarted time. After all, if Aziraphale remembers everything, who knows what he will do to Heaven. And that is something the Metatron wouldn’t want happening.

Crowley’s eyes drifted back into that moment in the bookshop. He slowly closed his eyes, carefully remembering every detail of Aziraphale’s being, no longer able to hold his tears. Aziraphale’s Archangel eyes bore deep into his soul. Almost. We had it almost. Angel.”

Aziraphale tightened his grip on the burning sword, watching the tears fall from the Demon’s yellow eyes. This Demon they talked about, he wondered why he was strongly bent on stopping the Second Coming. Why were the humans so important to him? But Heaven is never wrong and the Demons are meant to lose. The humans have had their run according to the ineffable plan.

Aziraphale held the sword higher in a stance, ready to banish the Demon Crowley for time and eternity when he heard that familiar voice on the back of his mind. “Almost. We had it almost.”

The Metatron stopped floating and went to stand beside Aziraphale, “Well, go on Aziraphale. Heaven’s victory is ours. And we can begin eternity.”

Michael and Saraquel were about to say something but the Metatron looked at them. Even Michael was questioning her intentions. This was all wrong she figured it out. She opened her mouth and was about to say something but she wasn't able to.

Crowley opened his eyes just to take a look at Aziraphale for the last time. When he did, for the first time in more than 6,000 years, he could see clearly. The veil has finally been lifted from his eyes.

Time stopped again. But not for Aziraphale and Crowley. And neither of the two noticed it.

Aziraphale’s memory came rushing back to him. “Almost. We had it almost.” Aziraphale began to sob.

Aziraphale finally remembered everything. From when he heard the first Archangel’s call out in the space to when he first saw him again as the Demon Crawley up until the time when Crowley’s kiss was all brand new. His angel heart shattered into a million pieces when he realized he wasn’t able to keep the promise he made when he left the bookshop. To protect Crowley. To correct heaven that they can finally be at ease together and just be an us. He can still see and hear Crowley's heartbreak.

The flaming sword fell halfway to the ground. A palm to his mouth. “Almost,” continued Aziraphale as tears began to flow from his eyes.

Every memory repeated back in his mind.

“Oh, Crowley. Please forgive me,” Aziraphale whispered, almost lost in the air.

No more, he thought. Faster than fast, he knelt down beside him and grabbed Crowley’s right hand in his left, pulled his collar and pulled him closer to him. Their lips met.

Aziraphale closed his eyes, and for the very first time of his entire existence, he let himself go. He kissed Crowley the way he wanted to kiss him back at the bookshop.

Crowley felt Aziraphale’s hand in his hair, gently pulling. He let go of Aziraphale’s hand and reached out to cup his face with his hands. Something he didn’t have the courage to do at the bookshop. Their tears continue to fall as Aziraphale pulled them even closer together.

Both desperate and yearning.

Hurting and healing at the same time.

The kiss went on until they were both grasping for breath. When they finally pulled away, Crowley was the first to speak before Aziraphale shamely gazed away.

“I forgive you.”

Aziraphale was about to say something when Crowley gently shook his head.

Crowley silently took Aziraphale’s hands and held on to them for dear life as they pressed their foreheads against each other.

“Well there they are again,” God thought to herself. A cheeky grin on her face as the nightingale on her shoulder started to sing. She could watch this forever but they all had work to do and an ineffable game to finish.

[Fast forward to something like this:]

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hemerachaos · 6 months

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-Good Omens and I'm Born to Run-

With lots of songs I listen to, I picture a story with it. Some of these songs, I associate them with Good Omens.

I'm Born to Run by American Authors is one of these songs. The picture I have with this song is Crowley associated. This song follows Crowley in history for context.

"I'm born to run down rocky cliffs Give me grace, bury my sins Shattered glass and black holes Can't hold me back from where I need to go"

In this verse, I imagine how Crowley fell and became a demon. How he went his own path and let Heaven behind him but never fully embracing the demon he had become.

"Yellow hills and valleys deep I watch them move under my feet Stranger things have come and gone To see the world and take the throne"

Crowley did watch the entire history of Earth, he was apart of it. Crowley followed the story of humankind and watched how culture changed over the years.

"I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run I'm gonna spend my time like tomorrow won't come Do whatever I want like I'm born to run"

The life Crowley lived on Earth was not a life Hell said he had to follow. Instead, Crowley did the bare minimum of what Hell asked and did what he wanted to do. So Crowley did live in a way he had carved out for himself.

"I wanna see Paris, I wanna see Tokyo I wanna be careless even if I break my bones I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run"

With this part, I imagine Aziraphale and Crowley together, finding theirselves in all kinds of places. Especially with the second sentence were Crowley at sometimes act carelessely to save Aziraphale. Like in the church that blew up. Only because Aziraphale knows how much Crowley it likes to save him.

"A winding road where strangers meet To feel the love of a warm drink My body moves, it's speaking loud Don't have to say what I'm thinking now"

Do I need to explain this part? A winding road where strangers meet. Of course I will think about Aziraphale and Crowley then.

Notes:

I didn't include the repeating parts of the song.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #neil gaiman #song lyrics

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ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY BIG SPOILER FOR THE ENDING OF GOOD OMENS 2 BUT I HAVE SO MANY FUCKING THOUGHTS PROCEED ONLY IF YOU DARE

im just gonna completely analyze the last about twenty minutes of the episode using quotes from the show so serious spoilers////

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Crowley: "Look, I suppose, um...I've got something to say. I know we ought to be talking about...It's probably best if i start off doing all the talking, you do all the listening, 'cause if i dont start talking now, I won't ever start talking, right? Yes, so-"

Aziraphale: "What's that lovely human expression? Oh, yes! Hold that thought!"

Absolutely fucking shattering, Crowley was so visibly nervous about talking about his feelings and told him that he needs to talk to Aziraphale only to have Aziraphale completely run his speech over with a truck. You can visibly see from Crowley's face how upset that made him which just aghh hurts alot.

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Aziraphale: "I have some incredibly good news to give you."

Crowley: "Really?"

You can just hear it in Crowleys voice he's just so done with it at the moment

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Aziraphale: "I...um...So, um...the Metatron, you know, I don't think he's as bad a fellow-- Well, I think I might've misjudged him."

Crowleys face in this moment absolutely breaks my heart hes so pissed off. His face expression during the entire time Aziraphale talks is just incredible and portrays so many feelings of anger and hurt GOD.

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Aziraphale: "You see, I--Well, he said, um, that Gabriel obviously hadn't worked out...[laughs] as Supreme Archangel and Commander of the Heavenly Host, and he asked who I though should take over in Heaven now that Gabriel was gone. And I said..."

*Flash to the metatron and Aziraphale talking about how aziraphale should be the new supreme archangel and how they can restore Crowley back to an angel*(dont feel like writing that out)

Crowley: "He said what?"

Aziraphale: "He said I could appoint you to be an angel. You could come back to Heaven and...and everything, like the old times. Only, even nicer."

Crowley: "Right. And you told him just where he could stick it, then?"

Aziraphale: "Not at all."

Crowley obviously hates Heaven because of the way they treat him there's no way he would ever wanna go back to them again. He has made a life for himself here with things he likes. He may be technically a demon but he's not actually evil, it's proven by the fact that he hid those goats and children from both Heaven and God instead of killing them like he was supposed to do. In Hell he would only have to be evil all the time and do bad things and in Heaven he'd just have to comply and not ask questions which just isn't like him at all. On Earth he can be just who he wants to be, do what he wants without no one telling him he can't do this or that. Aziraphale can't understand it, because he's still technically good with Heaven, he wasn't cast out and this is his opportunity to be "Good" again because he sees everything in black and white. Meanwhile Crowley is a complicated individual who sees the world in different shades of gray and realizes no one is only good or bad.

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Aziraphale:"Not at all."

Crowley: "Oh, we're better than that, you're better than that, Angel! You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell, I said no. I'm not gonna be joining their team. Neither should you."

Aziraphale: "But...Well, obviously you said no to Hell, you're the bad guys. But...Heaven. Well, it's the side of truth, of light, of good."

Again Aziraphale only seeing Good and Evil as two opposing sides. The way that he lumps Crowley in with "the bad guys" just because he's a demon is insanely hurtful. He's known Crowley for thousands of years and he's seen him do plenty of good, yet he still sees him as Evil because he's a demon and sticking to his closeminded understanding of good and evil. (Don't get me wrong I absolutely adore Aziraphale and the way he is written this is amazing but it also just hurts my soul because I just relate to Crowley so much)

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Crowley: "When Heaven ends life here on Earth, it'll be just as dead as if Hell ended it."

Aziraphale:[Silence]

I feel like here Aziraphale understood for a second that what Crowley was saying was true, yet he still couldn't fully grasp it because again, the way he sees Good and Evil.

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Crowley: "Tell me you said no. Tell me you said no."

Aziraphale: "If I'm in charge...I can make a difference."

I think Aziraphale truly believes that he can make a change somehow, but i feel like it leans back into the Good and Evil thing, because when they talked about killing Job's children he was against it, because he sees death as Evil, so Heaven would possibly only do things Aziraphale deems Good and Right, which in return may bring catastrophical consequences.

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Crowley: "Oh. Oh, God. Right, okay. Right. I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say, I think I'd better say it now. Right, okay, yes, so... [sighs] We've known each other a long time. We've been on his planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we've spent out existence pretending that we aren't. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to spend...[grunts] I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?"

Crowley's confession. Absolutely devastating. I don't even know if I can analyze this because the speech itself is self explanatory. Crowley has always felt like it's the two of them together, he sees them as just them. He's tried before to go off with Aziraphale in the first season to Alpha Centuri, but Aziraphale refused. Crowley desperately wants Aziraphale to understand that Heaven and Hell don't matter to him and that they shouldn't matter to Aziraphale either, because Aziraphale is the only thing that matters to Crowley. And Crowley desperately wants to be the only thing that matters to Aziraphale.

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Aziraphale: "Come with me...to Heaven. I'll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference."

As much as Aziraphale sees Crowley as Evil, he still wants him to be by his side and he does want to be by Crowleys side. But he also wants Crowley to become Good again, which is the conflicting factor, because Crowley is already Good, Aziraphale just doesn't see it.

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Crowley "You can't leave this bookshop."

In a desperate attempt, Crowley does a reach and reminds Aziraphale about how much the bookshop means to him, in an attempt to change his mind about heaven.

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Aziraphale: "Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever."

Crowley:"No. No, I don't suppose it does. Good luck."

Aziraphale loves his bookshop, but Aziraphale also loves Crowley. He's willing to give it up just so he and Crowley could be in Heaven together and work together. Aziraphale saying nothing lasts forever about the bookshop makes Crowley realize that they could also not last forever this way and their "us" would've had to end sooner or later. By saying good luck, Crowley definitively denies Aziraphales offer of joining him in heaven.

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Aziraphale: "Good luck? Crowley! Crowley, come back, to Heaven! Work with me! We can be together! Angels...doing good! I...I need you!"

Aziraphale says it himself, he wants to be together with Crowley, but for that to happen they would need to go to heaven and Crowley would have to become an angel. Aziraphale wants Crowley to change for him, to fit in this mold of Goodness and be an Angel. But that's not who Crowley is. Crowley doesn't want to change the way he is because he's happy this way.

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Aziraphale: "I dont think you understand what I'm offering you."

Crowley: "I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do."

Aziraphale doesn't really realize what he's asking Crowley to do for him. To change for him. Aziraphale sees being an angel as good thing, which Crowley doesn't agree with.

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Aziraphale: "Well...then there's nothing more to say."

Crowley: "Listen. Do you hear that?"

Aziraphale" I don't hear anything."

Crowley: "That's the point. No nightingales."

So I know it's like a reference but does this have deeper meaning I've missed? Let me know.

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Crowley: "You idiot. We could have been...us."

DOUBLE MEANING MOMENT obviously they could have been "us" in the sense that they're together and in love. But it could also mean that they could've stayed the same if Aziraphale had agreed with Crowley, which means Crowley wouldn't have had to turn into an angel to be together with him. This hurts man.

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Kiss moment. I don't even have words for this. I still cannot believe this happened even. But maybe this could be counted as Crowley's final attempt in trying to change Aziraphales mind? Which sadly, didn't work.

Aziraphale: "I...I forgive you."

For a bit I couldn't understand what he meant by that, but now i believe he said so because of the fact that Crowley refused to join him in heaven and that's what Aziraphale is forgiving Crowley for. If theres any other ideas lay them on me, id be interested to hear them.

Crowley: "Don't bother."

Crowley's last words to Aziraphale. Don't bother apologizing, because I don't care to hear it. He's heartbroken, he's angry, he's upset. The person who he has been pining for 6000 years doesn't understand him at all. It's honestly so heartbreaking. AND ALSO IF THIS IS THE WAY IT ENDS IF WE DON'T GET A SEASON THREE I WILL ABSOLUTELY RIOT BECAUSE THIS IS SUCH A PAINFUL WAY TO END THEIR RELATIONSHIP I NEED TO SEE THEM MAKE AMMENDS AND BE GOOD AGAIN.

Anyway yes those are my thoughts on the ending, let me know what you guys think.

#good omens #good omens analysis #good omens angst #good omens aziraphale #good omens crowley

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deanwritings · 1 year

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Night Falls: Chapter 21

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 2,472

Gif:

A/N: Guys, can you believe it. Five years later, I’m dragging you all back to that warehouse where we last left Y/N and Dean. I’m so happy to be coming back to this series and giving it the ending it finally deserves.

And I know it’s only been 2081 days since the last chapter, so if you need a refresher, the master list is below.

Night Falls Master List

Dean presses his lips to your temple.

“It’s all over.” He sighs against you, the gun gripped tight in his left hand as he looks over his shoulder to where Crowley lies dead.

When he saw Crowley stalking towards you, he knew exactly what was going to happen next. And despite his vision starting to swim from the blows to his head, he managed one final right hook to knock the guard out, giving him seconds to hurry to the gun that he had kicked just moments ago and take aim as Crowley placed the barrel of his gun against your head.

Dean didn’t pause for even a millisecond to try and get a shot off that would only wound Crowley so that Dean could make the arrest and force him to face justice for every single crime he’s committed over the years. In that second, Dean only saw you about to die, and he did the only thing that made sense to him.

With his free hand, Dean reaches into his pocket, fishing around until he finds his phone.

“Fuck,” he huffs, the screen on his phone shattered, the battery destroyed. He looks down to where you’re clinging onto his chest, head buried in his shirt.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean coaxes, his fingers grazing along the part of your jaw that’s unbruised. Your wet Y/E/C eyes look up at him and he gives you a smile despite the pounding of his everything. All he wanted to do was lie down and take a nap, but he had to get the two of you out of here first.

“Any chance you’ve still got that phone you called me on?” Your eyebrows furrow, but before you can answer, the splintering of wood erupts through the warehouse and you flinch, a small gasp escaping you as you somehow push yourself even closer to Dean, his grip around you tightening as his hand that hold the gun raises over your head. Dean’s head whips towards the sound--probably the door he had come through earlier--and his shoulders drop when he hears, “FBI, no one move!”

A group of agents rounds the corner with Cas taking the lead, his gun scanning the room before his eyes land on Dean and Y/N, taking in their bruised and bloody forms before his steps slow as he notices the bleeding body only feet from them.

“There’s another guy over there,” Dean motions over his shoulder. Cas looks over Dean to the motionless body behind them. Cas’ eyes lock with Dean’s, quietly asking--

“He’s alive.” Dean answers. “Just unconscious.” Cas nods and instructs two of his men over to the body, watching as they turn the man around and check his pulse.

Cas steps forward and kneels down next to Dean and Y/N, his face softening as he takes in your scraped and swollen cheeks and bleeding lip and nose.

“Paramedics just arrived,” Cas places a gentle hand on your shoulder that Dean’s not holding. “Just hang on a few minute more minutes, Y/N.” You nod, your head, brushing against Dean’s chest as you let out a sigh, your body drooping with exhaustion. You turn your face, hiding in Dean’s shirt as you close your eyes, your entire body throbbing to the beat of your unsteady heartbeat. Your breaths are ragged from the adrenaline and Dean’s arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you into him, tucking your head under his chin, hoping to bring you some comfort.

“Just hang in there a little while more, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice vibrates in his chest. “You’re almost there.” You just nod again, your voice nowhere to be found.

It only takes a few minutes before several paramedics rush in with two gurneys, Cas making sure they get to you first before Crowley’s man who is starting to wake up.

One of the paramedics, a woman who doesn’t look much older than you, coaxes you away from Dean so she can take in your injuries. She immediately places a piece of gauze to your head, causing you to wince.

With Dean’s help, they each hold onto your arms as they lift you to stand before sitting you onto the gurney. Your eyes stare into nothing as they settle you into the seat.

The other paramedic, an older gentleman who looks like he’s close to retiring calls for your attention and holds a finger up, making you follow his movements while shining a light in your eyes that makes you cringe. Dean isn’t a doctor, but he can tell you have a concession. Hell, he probably has one himself considering his vision was still swimming. But he swallows down the nausea knowing the job isn’t over just yet.

“Dean,” a hand lands on his shoulder, causing him to turn and find his partner.

Dean just lets out a breathy laugh and pulls Cas into a tight hug, squeezing his friend’s shoulders as he pats him on the back.

“How’d the hell you figure it out?” Dean asks as he pulls away. A smile breaks onto Cas’ lips and he looks away for a moment before looking back at Dean.

“Some of us actually act like the agents we are and look up where we’re going before we get there.” Cas scolds, though his tone is light. “After you texted me, I did a quick search and found that this address was a shipping, storage yard. There’s no reason--no good reason--” Cas catches. “For Y/N to want to meet you here.

"Well God damn do I owe you one, Cas." Cas just smiles and Dean glances over his shoulder to where the paramedics are taking your blood pressure and cleaning the blood away from your face.

Dean's face falls again as the younger paramedics unfolds a splint and gently wraps it around your ankle, causing you to hiss and grip at the gurney's sheets.

Dean's lips set in a hard line.

"What happened to the two agents watching her?" Dean asks, not looking away from you as your body relaxes and your head leans back against the inclined rest, your eyes closing. Though he doesn’t miss the quiver in your lips.

Cas takes a deep breath and his shoulders fall.

"Both were shot while sitting in front of her apartment. DOA." Dean's eyes close and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows tightly, once more pushing down the bile churning in his stomach.

This should never have happened. But Crowley once again played the game better, even if Dean did win.

"Where--"

"Someone mind telling me what the hell happened here?" Bobby's voice cuts through the quiet chatter of the busy warehouse.

All eyes land on him as he strides into the room, his eyes scanning the area, taking in Crowley's body, now covered in a blue sheet, and seemingly figuring out his own question before anyone's had a chance to speak.

Cas takes a deep breath.

"I'll handle him," Cas gives Dean a pat on the shoulder before approaching their boss.

Dean chances a look over towards the two men, Bobby’s face is neutral as Castiel explains what he knows.

Dean turns away from them at the sound of metal slapping into place. The paramedics had locked your gurney into place with you now fully reclined and were wheeling you out towards the door he had first walked into when he entered this nightmare.

Taking a glance at his boss and partner, he hurries over to the stretcher, coming alongside of it and keeping pace with the EMTs. Your head is turned away, eyes open as you quietly watch the blank walls until your back out into the cool spring air and rushed to the awaiting ambulance.

“You coming with her?” The older EMT asks, as they prepare to lift you into the truck.

The question seems to snap you back to reality and your eyes find Dean’s. He offers you a small smile.

“Can’t risk letting her out of my sight again.” This gets a ghost of a smile, the first emotion he’s seen since Crowley died in front of you, and tears suddenly form in your eyes.

The EMT nods and the two paramedics smoothly lift your stretcher into the truck and secure you in place before Dean hops in alongside you. The older gentleman heads around front to the driver’s seat while the young woman begins hooking you up to an IV. Dean takes the free jump seat towards the back doors and settles in, letting out a deep breath as he leans his pounding head against the cool metal and closes his eyes. Finally, he can relax.

The ambulance roars to life, sirens wailing and tires squealing as they speed out of the parking lot.

The paramedic places a blanket over you, and for the first time since Crowley died in front of your eyes, you finally felt yourself coming back to your body.

It’s like everything that had happened after that was a vision, like you were watching from above instead of alongside Dean. You barely recall the FBI or paramedics showing up, but now, in the safety and warmth of the ambulances, you felt yourself returning.

You look over to Dean, his eyes closed and body relaxed against the bouncing walls of the truck.

“How are you feeling?” The woman asks you. You stare up at her, unsure what to say.

Traumatized. But she wouldn’t be able to help you with that. You would definitely need to find a good therapist once this was all over.

“Okay,” you say weakly. The woman nods and looks at the heart rate monitor, writing something down on a pad.

You look over to Dean again, your brow furrowing as you notice his body slightly slumped into himself. Something didn’t look right.

“Dean?” You sit up a little, getting the attention of the paramedic.

“Ma’am, please lay down.” She orders, placing a soft hand on your chest, but you ignore her as your words go unnoticed.

“Dean.” You try again, louder, in case your voice was too quiet the first time. But your voice just echoes through the quiet cab.

This time, the paramedic follows your gaze to the unmoving agent.

“Sir?” She calls out loudly, still getting no response. You push yourself up onto your elbows as she scoots across the truck.

“Dean!” You try again, your heart rate monitor suddenly crying out as your pulse spikes.

The paramedic kneels next to Dean, placing two fingers to his neck as she looks at her wrist watch.

“What’s going on back there?” The driver yells over his shoulder.

The paramedic quickly removes her fingers from Dean’s neck, now cupping his throat as her hands move up and behind his head. One of her gloved hands pulls away, revealing a bright red sheen.

“Shit,” she murmurs, quickly discarding the glove to the floor and pulling out a penlight.

“What’s happening?” You call over to her as she lifts Dean’s closed eye lid, your stomach tightening as she shines the light into nothing but the white of his eyes.

“Chris, need you to radio to med and let them know we have an unconscious male. Blow to the back of the head and is unresponsive to light stimuli.” The woman calls up calmly to her partner.

You hear the man behind you rely the message to someone, but you’re frozen in your seat as the woman places a piece of gauze behind Dean’s head.

You suddenly remember the pistol whip he took when he first entered the warehouse.

“They hit him with a gun,” the woman looks over to you and nods.

“What else?”

You close your eyes. Everything seems like a blur at the time. And you had tried hard not to watch, not wanting to see the pain you had inflicted on Dean by tricking him there. Your stomach twists at the thought.

What if he died because of you? Because you were too much of a coward that you had to risk his life instead of your own?

“Ma’am!” Your eyes shoot open as the paramedic stares you down, one hand holding the back of Dean’s head.

“Uh,” you swallow. “He got kicked in the ribs and back, then he and the other guy were fighting, but I couldn’t see what was happening.” She nods and turns her attention back to Dean.

“Three minutes out, Kara.” The man, Chris, yells from the front of the truck. The woman just nods as your hands come to your face, covering your eyes.

“This is all my fault,” you whisper, warm tears pooling into your palms, not being able to stand the night of Dean unconscious in front of you. Unconscious because of you. Your heart begins to pound and your monitor rings in your ears as your breathes become ragged.

“Ma’am,” Kara calls out to you, but you don’t hear her. “Ma’am!” Her stern voice forces you to look up from your shelter.

“I’m going to need you to pull yourself together because at the moment, I need to keep my attention on him and I can’t have you set yourself off into a panic attack. Do you understand.” She orders with calculation.

You nod and take a deep breath as she looks back to Dean, keeping his head upright as the ambulance jostles around you.

You need to pull yourself together, if nothing but for Dean’s sake.

Breathe in 1-2-3-4.You take a deep breath. Hold 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. Release 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. You breathe out through your mouth.

You close your eyes, not wanting to look at Dean’s lifeless form, and continue breathing until you feel the vehicle come to a stop.

You open your eyes as the back doors are ripped open and a team of medical personal are waiting with a fresh stretcher.

Two men jump in, holding onto Dean as they carefully begin moving his stiff body until he’s on the gurney.

You catch a cry try to escape your throat at the sight, but you push it back down. You refuse to be a distraction.

Once he’s securely on, the medical team whisks him away, disappearing through the automatic doors of the ER and out of sight.

Kara jumps back into the truck with you as two men in scrubs approach the open doors of the ambulance.

“Is he going to be okay?” You ask quietly as she starts to unhook your stretcher from whatever was keeping you in place on the drive over.

She doesn’t look up at you, just continues her task until the stretcher shakes free of it’s confines and she starts pushing you towards the edge of the doors where the two awaiting techs help lower your gurney to the asphalt.

Your question goes unanswered as you’re wheeled into the hospital, the whooshing of the automatic doors your only response.

Chapter 22

#dean winchester #dean x y/n #dean x reader #dean x you #dean reader insert #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester imagine #night falls #chapter 21

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ourcwnside · 7 months

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☯ What was going through Aziraphale's mind during the kiss?

Send me '☯ + a scene from my characters canon' and I will drabble it from my character's POV

"You idiot. We could have been...us."

Aziraphale's heart is shattering, crumbling, at Crowley's refusal. Lips are pressed into a tight, thin line as he fights to maintain his composure. There is a finality to Crowley's words that he cannot bear, and he knows if he watches him leave, he'll be undone. So Aziraphale looks away.

And then suddenly, there are hands on his lapels and he's being pulled. He lets out a small, surprised noise but any other sound he may have made is silenced when Crowley's lips connect with his own.

This isn't how this was supposed to happen.

It was supposed to happen softly. Gently. Maybe the night before; that had been his plan, hadn't it? Dance with Crowley, and later, once the shopkeepers meeting had ended, they could share a bottle of wine, and Aziraphale would finally, finally be able to tell him his feelings.

There is nothing soft or gentle or, indeed, loving in the way the demon kisses him. And yet, for a moment, he almost gives in to his long-held fantasy. One hand finds Crowley's waist, the other rests on his back, and Aziraphale kisses back. He wants so badly for this to be different than it is---

But it isn't. It isn't, and it can't be, and he can only lie to himself for so long when the reality is pressing so roughly against his lips. His hands lift, no longer holding the demon, and all he can do is wait until Crowley sees fit to release him. When he does, Aziraphale breaks away with a sob. And, to his shock, he sees Crowley staring at him with something almost akin to hope. It's restrained, it's afraid....but it's there.

And it's too much, it threatens to destroy Aziraphale from the inside out.

Losing Crowley---their fight---the desperate kiss---and now the way Crowley looks at him. Like he's waiting for Aziraphale to say something, to tell him he's changed his mind, that he'll stay. And there is a part of him (not a small part, at that) that wants to. But this is bigger than him, bigger than his wants.

Aziraphale is struggling. Struggling to gather himself, struggling to take control of a situation that has spiraled wildly out of his hands, struggling to find something, anything, to say to Crowley after what just happened between them.

Desperate, he reaches for the familiar. The back-and-forth they know so well, the dance they've done for centuries.

"I-I-I...I forgive you."

And even with his magnificent eyes hidden behind his glasses, Aziraphale can tell that he has just destroyed whatever shred of hope Crowley may have allowed himself. The demon turns away.

"Don't bother."

Aziraphale watches him leave, and his future, which last night he had been able to imagine so clearly, is now a tangle of uncertainties. Amidst them, there is one thing he does know:

Whether the demon wants it or not, Aziraphale does forgive him.

But he doesn't know if he will ever forgive himself.

#✦ goes along with heaven as far as he can — ⊰aziraphale⊱#✦ x — ⊰drabbles⊱#{ I did not intend for this to get so long oops }

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note this is a hatter au from a wattpad book I wrote.

You Weren't there

Kalim X Reader Angst

We had graduated.

We got married.

He inherited his family's riches.

We had a son.

We were happy...

We WERE.

I gazed out the window of my quarters.

I was no longer a Hatter... I was now an Al-Asim.

The Hatter name had died out the moment I decided to be a part of Kalim's family. I still owned our land and property. But I had no use for it.

I thought that this was going be our happily ever after.

Holding the one I love close. Kalim embracing me and our son.

But I guess reality doesn't have a happy ending... Especially us Hatter's.

As I watched the scene out the window.

In the garden was Kalim... With his 2rd wife and daughter.

Yes, that's right. I may be Kalim's first wife... but that doesn't mean I'm the only one.

I watched as he held her hand while with the other he carried his daughter.

I moved away from the window and sat on the plush bed of my quarters.

"How could I be so stupid. How could I be so blind. why did I think... That out of all the people in the world. I would have a happy ending." I muttered to myself as I leaned back on my arms tears pricking out of my eyes.

I went back to the window watching them hold each other close. I traced my hand on the glass feeling the coolness of the material.

I kneeled on the floor hand on the window sill while the other was on the floor.

"If happy ever after did exist~" I sang as I wrapped my arms around myself.

"I would still be holding you like this~"

"All those fairy tales are full of sh*t"

"One more f*cking love song I'll be sick" I sobbed as I was never meant to have a happy ever after.

3rd POV

Little did Y/N know that someone came to visit.

Watching through the crack from the slightly opened door.

Ali Al-Asim watched as his mother broke down crying.

"Why... why of all people... why does it have to be mother that suffers?"

He walked away knowing that it's better to not disturb her like this... He knew seeing him would just remind her of the happy ending she could've had.

He returned to him quarters and sat in one of the chairs in his room.

"Mother... You shouldn't be suffering like this... You told me father loved you... You said he loved you more than the stars in the sky... then why... why does he treat you this way? why does he neglect you? weren't we happy? weren't you happy?" He leaned his head back as tears pricked out his eyes.

"I never get to see you smile anymore. The smile that could shine brighter than the sun. Your eyes became dull... no longer full of hope and happiness like the stars."

he slammed his first into the table Infront of him as tears fell from his face.

"WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A HAPPY EVER AFTER!?"

The 15 year old couldn't bear to see his mother like this...

He's seen her cry too many times...

-Time Skip-

It was Ali's 16th birthday.

Which means a big celebration...

But his mother as much as she wants to attend she couldn't bring herself to leave her room.

The Hatter that used to be full of life, laughing, singing, dancing. The Hatter that enjoyed parties and seeing her friends smile... lost her spark.

-At the celebration-

"Happy Birthday, Young Master, Ali!" The servants cheered.

"Happy birthday, My son!" Kalim exclaimed as he greeted his first born.

"Thank you, Father!" Ali exclaimed with a smile.

"You're 16 now, which school do you wanna attend, Ali!?" His father asked excitedly.

"I want to go to Night Raven College! That's where you went to right, Father?"

"Yes, I did! Me and your uncle Jamil went there together!"

"Then it's settled, NRC it is!"

"I could have the headmaster make you dorm head as well!"

"No, Father. I wish to become dorm head with my own skills." He stated.

"Haaaah? fine, if that is what my son wants. Now everyone! enjoy the party!"

he walked away as he went to meet other guests.

A lot of people were here. His uncles from NRC. His Friends. even his half sister.

But there was only one person Ali wanted to be here.

Ali stood up from his seat and sneaked away.

He went to the quarters of someone he held dear.

he knocked on the door and heard a come in.

"Good evening, mother" he said with a soft smile.

"Ah! Ali, Happy Birthday" She replied with a tired but loving smile.

she was sitting by the window with it being wide open allowing the wind to enter.

He went closer the his mother and kneeled beside her.

"How are you feeling?" Ali asked.

"I'm feeling very well. So how is your birthday?"

"Nevermind the birthday. I just want to stay here with you" he said as he buried his face into her dress resting his head on her lap.

The lady giggled at her son's statement, watching him with caring eyes.

"I have a present for you" She said as she brought out a box.

Ali raised his head.

"Mother... you didn't have to" he said as he received it.

"Oh, but I do. this is something I've been meaning to give you"

Ali opened the box to see a top hat, a golden silk snake wrapping around the hat with a single Jasmine flower.

"It used to be mine. Sometimes in the Hatter family we give it to the person we marry but sometimes we also keep it. But this time it's time to pass it on to the descendant. I redecorated it for you. do you like it?" The elegant lady smiled as she remembered her memories with the hat and proud to be able to hand it down.

Ali looked as the hat.

"I love it... thank you mother" He thanked as he lied down on her lap once again.

"I'm glad you do, my dear son" She placed a hand on his white hair exactly the same as his father's.

Sher stroked his head gently as the moon shone down on them through the window.

-Timeskip-

It was now time for Ali to go to Night Raven College. He said farewell to everyone and as he was about to get on the Ebony Carriage he looked up to a window to see his mother smiling at him. he smiled back and entered.

-at the dorm sorting-

Ali was up next to be sorted.

"State thy name"

"Ali Al-Asim"

"The shape of thy soul... I see you best improve in Scarabia."

He stepped away from the mirror and joined the other students that were sorted into Scarabia.

He will make his mother proud.

-Time skip-

It had been a week since he had arrived. And just like that he had became a dorm head not from money but from skill.

He was currently in potions taught by Professor Crewel.

His phone then suddenly rang.

"Excuse me, Professor. I need to take this call"

"Of course, pup. but next time I won't be allowing it."

Ali answered his phone and it was one of the servants.

He was analysing his potion while he answered.

"What is it? I told you not to call me around this time because I'm in class."

"Apologies, young master. But it's about Lady Y/N"

"Mother? what about her? does she miss me? tell her I'll visit this weekend."

"It's not that sir"

"what is it then?"

"she umm"

"spit it out"

"The lady has passed away"

Ali suddenly dropped the beaker shattering it to a million pieces.

"Al-Asim! bad pup! what are you doing!?"

Ali stood up knocking his seat over. He slammed his hand on his desk that still had the shattered glass and spilled potion. good thing that the potion doesn't give much effect since it wasn't finished.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN PASSED AWAY!?" He yelled as tears pricked from his eyes.

"Al-Asim?" his professor called out worried.

"I mean what I exactly said, young master. The lady passed away earlier this morning. when the servant went to serve her breakfast she didn't wake up. they tried waking her up then realized she wasn't moving. they called a physician... and he said the lady had passed away"

"no... you're lying"

"Ali Al-Asim, what's wrong? Get your hands off the desk your starting to bleed." Crewel said as he took the boys hand from the broken glass and started cleaning it.

"Mother... is she really dead?"

"yes, sir"

"wait... your mother?" his professor asked

"As in... Y/N? she's... no longer with us?" his eyes wide as saucers.

Ali fell on his knees tears spilling not showing any signs of stopping any time soon.

"Mother... no... no... no no no NO! SHE CAN'T BE GONE!" He sobbed.

"Ashengrotto, take him to the infirmary to clean his wound up. The rest of you dismissed. I need to speak with the head master."

"Yes, professor"

-time Skip-

currently Ali was in the head masters office.

"Al-Asim. I heard what had happened. I'll let you go home for as long as you need. I apologize for your loss. You can use the mirror to go home." Crowley said as he watched the boy sob.

he himself wanted to cry since one of the most lovable students he had, had passed away.

"Your mother... was an incredible woman. Not only as a student but as a friend to the rest. It's a shame she... had to leave us so early. I thought that maybe... I'd be dead by the time she leaves."

"Thank you, headmaster... I'll be... heading out now" Ali exited the room and went to the mirror and went home.

Once he had arrived he was greeted by the servants but he just walked right pass.

His sister also greeted him, but he continued walking.

soon he arrived at his mother's bedroom. He saw her... looking like she's sleeping soundly... knowing she's never waking up again.

He walked to her bed side. held her now cold hand and feel to his knees and sobbed uncontrollably

"Mother!... Why.... WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE! I WAS GOING TO GIVE YOU THE HAPPY ENDING YOU DESERVE! BUT WHAT!? YOU ENDED YOUR STORY WITH LONGING THAT WAS NEVER FULFILLED!? WHY!?" he cried... not leaving her side for the rest of the day.

During her funeral, all her friends from NRC came. Tears spilled everywhere as they found their dear friend no longer with them.

they approached Ali who just stood by her coffin.

"Sorry... for your loss... Ali"

He just kept silent.

For the long duration of her funeral... Not once did his father... the man his dear mother loved and longed for, show up.

This had made the boy even more upset. but that did not overpower the sorrow he had.

-Time Skip-

The funeral had long ended...

His mother was buried...

he returned to school but barely spoke.

"Al-Asim... pup. I suggest you go meet with Professor Yuu. You need it"

Ali merely nodded as he went to his magicless professor who taught about monsters and health.

"Ali... take a seat"

Ali sat down across him.

"You haven't been sleeping have you... you have bags under your eyes. You look pale. Ali"

He just sat there.

"I know... I know you're depressed... Your mother was my vice prefect back in our school days. she was a wonderful woman to be with... she laughed... she sang... she smiled... but you know what I love most about her?"

Ali looked up and looked at Yuu.

"She makes people around her smile as well. She wouldn't want you to act like this. Y/N, She too lost a parent in her younger days. But that didn't stop her from being happy... She always had joy in her eyes... and you know you have her E/C eyes as well"

"So please... Don't let this bring you down. Your mother... Be like her. someone who smiles, laughed and most of all makes others do the same. sure reality doesn't have a happy ending. But you're writing your own story so make sure it leads to one."

Ali thought about it. looks back down... looks at the mirror in the room and looked straight into his E/N coloured eyes.

"You're right, Professor. Even if mother is gone... I should make her proud" Ali stood up with smile.

Ali bowed.

"Thank you, Professor Yuu!"

"Just call me, Yuu."

Ali smiled and ran off back to his dorm and to his room.

Yuu on the other hand stood up and went to the window and looked at the sky.

"I wish... I could've held you one last time... Y/N... I loved you so much" Yuu said as he let the tears fall.

Ali pulled a box from under his bed and opened it...

It may not fit his outfit but it doesn't matter.

he stood up holding the object and went to a mirror.

He looked straight at it and placed the hat he was given on his head.

"I'll prove... that I can give us a happy ending, Mother"

and with that Ali changed... He changed for the better. all the old staff watched him... and it reminded them of someone who they once cherished in this school.

-Time Skip-

it's been 2 years since Y/N's passing. Ali Al-Asim was now 18 years old. A third year.

But what's interesting is. when his 1st year ended the mirror had announced something... He was transferred to a different dorm.

-Flashback-

Just as they were all about to leave.

"Wait... It seems someone's soul had reshaped into something new." the mirror had stated.

"What? but that's not possible" Crowley said in surprise.

"Ali Al-Asim... Step forward"

Ali hesitantly stepped up.

"Yes... it seems your soul had reshaped... though you are still suited to be a part of Scarabia... Your heart... Is perfect for the Ramshackle Dorm"

"Isn't that"

"Your mother's old dorm... well it seems like you're becoming just like your mother" Crowley smiled as he placed a hand on the boys shoulder.

-end of flashback-

And since then he became the dorm head of the Ramshackle. His hat suited his outfit. he was happy.

And right now the 18 year old was going to make a decision that'll change his life.

Currently standing Infront of his father, Kalim Al-Asim. wearing a somewhat butler outfit somewhat similar to that of what his mother wore back in her younger days as a Hatter.

"Father... I don't wish to be an Al-Asim anymore."

"What? could you repeat that?"

"I don't want to be an Asim."

"But son! you're my eldest! you're my successor!"

"And I don't want to be your successor!"

"why!?"

"I want to continue mother's legacy!" Ali yelled as he gripped his wrist behind his back while looking down.

"what?"

"I want to be a Hatter! I want to carry on the Hatter name! I want to do this for mother! it the least you could let me do"

"the least I could let you do?"

"Yes! The most you could do was probably be there for her!"

"Ali"

"You left her all alone! making her cry every night! every night for you!"

"She didn't get her happily ever after! Cause you weren't there there for her! you weren't there for us!HECK She would've been contented with just you being there even if you didn't love her anymore!"

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN COME TO HER FUNERAL!" Ali snapped.

"I know you are aware that You're naive, gullible, oblivious and all that. but please... just see it... the least you could do" Ali looked up and looked Kalim straight in the eyes.

Kalim staring back into E/C colored orbs that was exactly the same as his wife that had recently passed away.

He looked down and took a deep breathe

"Alright"

"Huh?"

"I'll... let you go..."

"Really?"

"yes... as you said... it's the least I could do for not even attending the funeral."

"Thank you... father" Ali smiled as he walked away.

this was a new start for Ali... Becoming just like his mother. Writing a happily ever after for them.

We can't say the same for Kalim though.

He sat at his chair.

His 2rd wife entered the room and sat beside him.

"What did he want?" she asked.

"To leave the family"

"what?"

"He... wanted to become a Hatter to continue Y/N's legacy."

"I see... don't worry I'm here... and besides I'm sure we can make a new heir."

"I'm not in the mood"

"But, dear~"

right then and there Kalim snapped.

"I SAID IM NOT IN THE MOOD!" He yelled.

"BECAUSE OF YOUR DAMN FAMILY THREATENING TO HURT MY SON AND MY BELOVED WIFE I WAS FORCED TO NEGLECT HER!"

"IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR DAMN FAMILY I WOULD PROBABLY BE HOLDING HER RIGHT NOW WITH ANOTHER CHILD!"

"ALL BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO LOVE YOU! YOU'RE DELUSIONAL IF YOU THINK I WOULD!"

"What is it... WHAT IS IT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON'T!?"

"My heart... that's what it is... SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING! HER SMILE THAT WAS PRACTICALLY MY SUN! HER EYES THAT SHIMMERED LIKE THE STARS!"

"SHE DESERVES TO BE DEAD! SHE'S NOT FIT TO BE YOUR WIFE! SHE'S NOT FIT TO HAVE YOU! ME, ME, ME! IT WAS ME WHO SHOULD HAVE YOU! SHE'S HIDEOUS! SHE'S DUMB! SHE'S NAIVE! SO WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME!"

"DON'T YOU DARE THAT ABOUT HER! FIRST OF ALL SHE'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN TO HAVE EVER EXISTED THAT EVEN VIL SAID SO! YOU WOULD NEVER BE AS BEAUTIFUL AS HER! SECOND SHE GRADUATED FROM NRC WITH TOP GRADES FITTING INTO THE TOP 50! SHE KNOWS MORE THAN YOU EVER WILL! AND THIRD OF ALL SHE'S NOT AS NAIVE AS YOU THINK! SHE EXPERIENCED THE CRUELTY OF THE WORLD TO THE POINT SHE WAS ALMOST BROKEN! BUT SHE JUST SMILED AND SAID THAT EVERYTHING WOULD BE JUST FINE! I BET YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT IF IT HAD HAPPENED TO YOU! FACE IT I'LL NEVER LOOK AT YOU THE SAME I DO WITH HER!"

"THAT'S WHY I KILLED HER SO YOU WOULD ONLY LOOK AT ME- MPH!" she clasped her mouth shut trembling from what came out.

"what? WHAT did you just say?"

"n-nothing!"

"WE HAD A DEAL! YOU WOULD LEAVE THEM ALONE IN EXCHANGE FOR ALL OF THIS!"

"I-I didn't mean to!"

"DIDN'T MEAN TO MY *SS! AS IF I'D BELIEVE THAT! JAMIL!"

Soon Jamil entered the room. in truth he was about to enter till he heard screaming and heard the entire thing.

"Yes, Kalim"

"Take her away. make her confess EVERYTHING that she had done. After that could you call Azul? I want to have a talk with him to deal with something."

"Yes, of course" Jamil left with the 2nd wife being taken away by guards.

"WAIT! KALIM PLEASE! I LOVE YOU! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"

As they all left the room Kalim sat down and tears started running down his face.

"Why was I so stupid? thinking I could protect you without having to hurt anyone but as a result I ended up hurting you... then lost you. I should've dealt with them from the start. I should've just been there for you... now I not only lost you... but I lost our son too... haha! why am I so stupid?"

For the rest of the night Kalim just cried. knowing can never bring you back.

-END-

"isn't that an interesting timeline."

"Didn't know that there would be a bad ending to their story. I hope this timeline won't stick it would be so sad~" a voice said as she closed a book that's titled 'You Weren't there'

soon the book started to become grains of sand.

"oh? what is this?"

"The timeline is disintegrating"

"I guess that means that story won't be sticking around."She then pushed up her glasses as she looked back at the millions of books being written each having a pen that glows with inspiration and life."I wonder who's story would be finished next~ would the story disappear? or will it be part of the official collection?"

"Let's see what endings are in-store~ After all"

"I am the story keeper~"

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst kalim #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #kalim x reader #scarabia

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gates-keeper · 3 years

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Part 1: “Words of Affirmation” Destiel Quotes & Parallels

I’m sure someone’s done this before me and done it better, but I’m compiling a huge Destiel evidence docket for no reason. Anyone got any quotes to add?

Comments From Outside Characters

To Dean

Uriel: “He has this weakness. He likes you.” (4x10)

Balthazar: “You have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who’s in love with you.” (6x17)

Hester: “The first time Castiel laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost.” (7x21)

Meg: “He was your boyfriend first.” (7x23)

Charlie: “What about Castiel? He seems helpful. And dreamy.” (8x20)

Marie: “Although we do explore the nature of Destiel in Act 2.” (10x5)

Sam: “Shouldn’t it be Deastiel?” He then goes on to tease Dean with “Sastiel” which Dean takes negatively. (10x5)

Dean: “This Cas is looking at me weird.” Sam: “So like the real Cas then.” (15x14)

To Castiel

Hannah: “We gave you our trust. Don’t lose it over one man.” (9x22)

Metatron: “His true weakness is revealed. He’s in love…with humanity.” (9x22)

Metatron: “Oh, that’s right. To save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but, ultimately, it was about saving one human, right?” (9x23)

Ishim: “I’m going to cure you of your human weakness [i.e. Dean]” (12x10)

The Empty: “I have tiptoed through all your little tulips. Your memories, your little feelings, yes. I know what you hate. I know who you love…There is nothing for you back there.” (13x4)

Demon: “I thought you were joined at the… (looks down) everything.” (14x01)

There are also several instances where other characters try to poke at insecurities regarding their relationship.

Naomi: “You're hoping Castiel will return to you. I admire your loyalty. I only wish he felt the same way.” (8x19)

Casifer: “There comes a time when every relationship has run its course.” (11x18)

Michael!Dean: “You only tolerate the angel because you think you owe him, because he ‘gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.’ Or whatever.” (14x10)

Comments From Dean

To Cas

“There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. And two, you are not going to die a virgin.” (5x03)

“So what? I’m Thelma and you’re Louise and we’re just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?” (5x03)

“You know what? Blow me, Cas.” (5x18)

“Cas, not for nothing, but the last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.” (5x18)

“Look, I don’t need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? For failing you like I’ve failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about! I don’t need it!” (8x07)

“We need you. I need you.”

For more on this quote see the “We vs. I” section.

To Other Characters

Bobby: “I think maybe it’s time you made a call.” Dean: “Why does it always gotta be me that makes the call, huh? It’s not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude’s busy.” (Cas appears) Dean: “Get out of my ass.” Cas: “I was never in your… (head tilt)” (6x19)

“On my car…. He showed up naked… covered in bees.” (7x23)

While Cas suffered from some mental issues at the time, it seems somewhat significant that he sought Dean out under the circumstances, not Sam, etc.

“There’s things… people… feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time.” (10x16)

“My shy but devastatingly handsome friend here” (12x12)

“He came into my room and he played me.” (12x19)

“Let’s see. Crowley’s dead, Kelly’s dead, Cas is—Mom’s gone.” (13x01)

Dean’s inability to list Cas’s death singles him out as the most devastating of the losses.

“We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back.” (13x01)

While some people have heard this as “bring ‘em back”, the Netflix captions and transcripts I have been able to find say “him.”

“And Cas bought it. And you know what it got him? It got him dead! Now you may be able to forget about that, but I can't!” (13x03)

“I have a family.” (In response to John Winchester lamenting Dean doesn’t have a wife and kids) (14x13)

Comments From Cas

To Dean

“I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt.” (4x16)

“I’m hunted. I rebelled. And I did it—all of it—for you.” (5x02)

“I gave everything for you. And this is what you give to me.” (5x18)

“I do everything that you ask. I always come when you call.” (6x21)

“So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord.” (6x22)

Before taking on the role of God, Cas seemed very concerned with Dean’s forgiveness/acceptance/love. It is interesting that, as God, that was the first thing he asked for, turning from Sam (who had just stabbed him) to Dean to ask for love.

“Sam, and everyone you know, everyone you love, they could be long dead. Everyone except me.” (10x22)

“I love you. I love all of you.” (Arguably to the group, but the first “I love you” can be seen as Dean-specific, especially since it cuts to Dean after being said.) (12x12)

“You mean too much to me. To everything.” (12x9) (To Mary, Sam, and Dean. However, the camera immediately cuts to Dean specifically, even though he is in the back of the group).

“I’m your Huckleberry.” (13x06)

Cas love confession (15x18)

To Other Characters

“Dean and I do share a more profound bond.” (6x03)

“I won’t hurt Dean.” (8x17)

This is said as Castiel is breaking away from Naomi’s mind control—mind control she fostered specifically by having Cas kill a thousand versions of Dean. This implies she knows that Cas’s strongest loyalty is to Dean, not Sam, or humans in general.

“The point is that they [Dean & Sam] were here at all and you got to know them, you -- When they're gone, it will hurt, but that hurt will remind you of how much you loved them.” (14x14)

“You know, Dean, he... he feels things more acutely than any human I've ever known.” (15x13)

Other Comments

Reaper: “How do I start looking for this... Castiel?” Bartholomew: “I got one word for you. Winchester.”

Rowena: “An Angel of the Lord, shattered at the altar of Winchester.”

Use of We vs. I

In the crypt scene in Season 8, Dean tells Cas, “We need you.” This is not enough to stop Cas’s actions. When the language switches to “I need you,” Cas drops the angel blade.

We can clearly see that Dean tries to put up barriers about how he really feels about Cas in his use of “We.” For example, after showing the audience many scenes of Dean, not Sam, frantically trying to call Cas, we get the following lines:

“So not only were you ditching us, but you were also ignoring us?”

“With everything that's going on, you can't just go dark like that. We didn't know what happened to you. We were worried. That's not okay.”

It’s clear that these “we’s” are really “I’s”

In the alternate future presented in 15x9, Sam asks Dean, “What’s happened to you Dean… ever since…?” to which Dean responds, “Ever since what? We lost pretty much everyone we’ve ever cared about? Ever since the Mark made Cas go crazy and I had to bury him in a Malak box… ever since then?” While he acknowledges Sam’s losses as well, his switch to “I” in reference to Cas implies that Cas’s loss belongs especially to him.

(Mostly) Verbal Parallels to Other Couples

In 1x01 (start at 2:27), Dean pulls Sam away from a dead Jess in a direct parallel to how Sam pulls Dean away from Cas in 12x23

Following Jessica’s death, Sam keeps seeing glimpses of her as he and Dean travel around in the Impala. Dean does the same in Season 8 following his return from Purgatory without Cas.

David from “Bloodlines” (9x20) tells his love interest, “I was there. Where were you?” which is the same thing Dean says to Cas in “The Man Who Would Be King” (6x20)

When asking Dean whether he’s in love with Cassie, Dean gives a similar response to what he will say in 10x5 when asked about Destiel.

Destiel is paralleled with their counterparts from the Supernatural play who are “a couple in real life” (10x5)

Cain compares himself to Dean in Season 10. He describes the significant kills of his life (The Knights of Hell, his wife Collette, and his brother Abel) and tells Dean that he will follow his same pattern by killing the King of Hell Crowley, Castiel, then Sam. It is also mentioned that all Collette asked of Cain was “to stop,” which is the same language Cas uses with Dean in 10x22.

Dean explains how his parents fell in love to prove his identity to Mary in 12x1, “He was cute and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song, so when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him, even though you knew your dad would be pissed.” Later in this same season (12x19), Dean gives Cas a homemade mixtape of his favorite Zeppelin songs.

Ishim fell in love with a human named Lily Sunder who ultimately left him for someone else. When trying to recruit Castiel, he compares Dean to her.

Dean questions how much of their life has been controlled by God. Cas states, “You asked, ‘What about all of this is real?’ We are.” (15x02) Later, they find out that God has been using Eileen to spy on the Winchesters. She says, “After what happened, I don’t know what’s real anymore.” Sam kisses her, stating “I know that was real.” (15x09)

PART 2 “Physical Touch” Now Finished

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel is canon

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themadauthorshatter · 2 years

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My brain: You know... Crowley and Aziraphale would be in a LOT of trouble if they got caught before the events of the show.

Me: Don't.

My brain: Like... A LOT of trouble.

Me: DON'T.

My brain: Like, both are forced to sit in a prison and watch the war and Armageddon play out. They both wonder if they'll be executed, but do commend themselves and each other for not killing each other and for trying as hard as they did. They also admit that they wouldn't fully be friends if there wasn't a bastard in a Aziraphale and if Crowley wasn't a good person, which neither are afraid to admit now, seeing as they're on borrowed time.

And when that time's up and neither side wins, only exhausting themselves and each other, they come to collect their prisoners, but where they can't agree on who's better, they agree on what happens to the traitors.

Heaven takes Crowley and Hell takes Aziraphale.

The two are hauled off, kicking and screaming, and are taken to Heaven and Hell, Hastur in charge of getting Aziraphale to Hell by... 'knocking him out' first, and Crowley more or less being dragged by Michael and Uriel by his arms and hair.

The two get a complete 180, being made to endure and get used to the things they'd been opposed to for so long, Crowley made to repeatedly wash his hands with Holy water and Aziraphale made to repeatedly touch Hellfire until they're immune.

They also get an opposite side makeover, Heaven washing Crowley of his 'filth' and Hell removing Aziraphale of his holiness.

I won't go into detail, but just know that they were made to basically forget each other, having no memory of each other's faces or voices or even names, though there is a HUGE amount of effort put into trying. Also, they're made to forget their old names.

Over time, Earth rebuilds and humans are reborn, but neither are allowed to go because who knows what they'll do to stop Round 2 of the war. It's worse because the others are sent to Earth and keep talking shit about it, calling it boring and a waste.

When there's no one willing to go to Earth, the two are reluctantly sent to Earth, but are on 24/7 surveillance, like they're accompanied by other angels and demons.

Crowley, now called Samuel, is surprised to see Earth returned to what he remembers. When he is repeatedly made to stay on task, he eventually shakes off the angels with him and books it, outrunning both angels and looking arouns without any strings; he reasoned he could lie and say he saw a crowd of demons and knew they couldn't fight, so he ran.

Aziraphale, now called Alistor, reminisces on Earth and the fact that all his books are gone, but Hastur and a reborn Ligur tell him to stay focused or he'll be stuck with paperwork again. And they'll give him a bad pen to do it with, too. He remains focused, but that shatters as the angel Samuel races past them.

Hastur watches him run and asks if that's Samuel, Ligur confirming that it is. Hastur then wonders if he looks familiar, something Alistor backs, as Samuel does indeed seem familiar.

The angels stop at the three demons and ask if they've seen a runaway angel. Hastur asks why the three would know and the angels get scared as they see Alistor, who eyes them coolly and asks why they can't keep a hold of any angels nowadays, insinuating that they're lazy and would rather guve them to Hell. It scares them away, as they remember how Aziraphale used to be, and run.

They look back in the direction Samuel ran and Hastur and Ligur glance at each other, nonverbally deciding to follow him a little bit.

Samuel stops running, glad he outran the angels, but now he has another problem: Hastur, Ligur, and Alistor, the three having garnered a reputation for being violent and sadistic, though Alistor is more.of a 'hit first and think later' type, like he does it more because he seemingly can rather than because he likes causing pain.

Still, he vaguely remembers Hastur and Ligur and simply tells them he simply went off for a run, stretch his legs a litte, and will now be on his way, so have a nice day.

Hastur stops him and asks if they've met before, because this goodie two shoes, "all life is precious" angel seems familiar. Samuel simply offers that he was taught by Raphael, who simply comes and goes because business, hence why he's never around.

Ligur stalks his way in front of Samuel and comments that he does indeed seem familiar. Samuel lies that he's never met these three before in his life. Well, Hastur takes a look at the angel's face.

Samuel backs away from the two and says he's had a nice time talking to them, but needs to go because Heaven isn't very nice with slackers, shuffling past Alistor in the process.

Before he can really leave, the pieces click together and Hastur and Ligur smirk.

"Crowley!"

Me: ... I'll see how this does and think about it. Cool?

My brain: Cool!🙃

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #angel crowley #demon aziraphale #ineffable husbands #kind of reverse ineffable husbands #implied torture tw #forced identity change tw #forced side switch tw #world extinction tw #war tw

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katsidhe · 3 years

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Hi, what are your thoughts on the s8.23 sacrifice speech by Sam and Dean?

I really like 8.23. Sam’s physical deterioration against the backdrop of that church is electrifying. His single-minded acceptance of what he’s attempting, what he knows he’s going to accomplish, and what he knows he’s going to give up, is quiet and heartbreaking and delirious. He’s got this wonderful rationality in extremis coupled with the insanity of full-on emotional collapse. He’s holding both thoughts in his head at the same time: that his suicide is both a logical and pragmatic solution, and that he’s reached the end of his psychological rope. There’s the “So?”, and a comparison to be drawn with “What is the upside to me being alive?” in 9.13. And 9.01, which I also love, adds even more nuance to the weird liminal quasi-suicidal, quasi-hopeful space that Sam’s head is at in this episode, but this post is already getting long.

Sam’s “I feel good, I see the light at the end of this tunnel” insistences aren’t a lie, even in this very episode. He’s forced himself to grow around the bloody acceptance that this way, right here and right now, is how he saves the world and his brother, this is his penance. He tells Crowley, who has asked about how to seek forgiveness, “How about we start with this.” We, not you. And when Dean bursts in with the dramatic reveal that Sam will die, Sam is utterly unsurprised.

Dean’s put Sam here. Sam doesn’t actually go to his knees here, like he does in s10, but he honestly might as well have. It’s obvious--not just in the way Dean’s been treating Sam all season, he’s beaten Sam down in this very episode. He’s got the chaperone line; he offers cruel-spirited suggestions for Sam’s confession unprompted. (He even seems to realize he’s being a bit more of a dick than he strictly meant to be, because he pulls back and offers a weak joke about a girl in middle school afterward.)

I like that Sam’s disintegration is about Dean’s lack of faith in him and the general emotional abuse that’s been going on all season, but that Sam also folds in an element of strained, desperate jealousy--an insecurity that we don’t often see from him. (In fact, I’d say s8 is about the only time that this particular flavor of I’ll-be-replaced fear crops up for him?) I like that those get combined into this messy breakdown, and that Sam is at a vulnerable-enough place to let all these fears out, in a way that is desperately, apologetically honest.

Dean’s speech itself is... I have never, never understood why anyone views this as a feel-good Brothers(tm) speech? Compelling, hell yeah. But warm fuzzies it is not.

Sam recites the things Dean has said to him in THIS VERY EPISODE, and Dean’s response is not an apology. Instead he says, “c’mon man, that’s not what I meant.”

And then--as Sam shakes with the weight of what he’s described as “how many times I let you down”--Dean lists all these things he’s sacrificed for Sam. Basically saying, well, you shouldn’t feel what you’re feeling, your feelings are WRONG, because look at this evidence to the contrary. Plus, it puts another layer of implicit blame on Sam: Benny’s death? open gates of Hell? Your fault, Sam.

"Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever!” ...But it has been like that. Yeah, Sam, how foolish of you to BELIEVE the things Dean’s been saying to you all season.

Sometimes I see this speech interpreted as, like, Sam simply doesn’t understand the ~~depths~~ of Dean’s love for him, and Dean’s just made it clear, and that’s why Sam stops the trials. But that’s basically never been at issue. The problem, even with Benny, is not that Sam is afraid Dean doesn’t love him anymore, or enough--it’s that Sam is afraid that he’s trespassed against Dean one too many times, and that he is miserably unworthy of Dean’s earth-shattering love.

But his words here are enough. Dean wields the emotional guilt trip of their s8 relationship like a bludgeon one more time, and it’s enough, it gets Sam to step down and stop the trials. And despite everything I just wrote about how deeply hurtful and blunt and trivializing and even manipulative Dean’s speech is here, I’m actually willing to give him a bit of a pass here, because he’s definitely just saying whatever he can think of to get Sam to stand down. I think of this speech as more of a chilling illustration of how Dean (and Sam, in several respects) views their relationship, rather than a trespass in and of itself.

#8.23 #sam and dean #sam and abuse #sam and guilt #sam and suicide #9.01 #9.13 #blahdose

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Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged: @spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-"Thoughts"- (they are red for those who can see)"Quotes" 'Reading'

"I'll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood." Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. "Yeah I got it get some food to!" Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn't know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women's skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn't cut on yet which was weird. "God damnit." She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don't turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he's become won't let her get help. She changed course to Sam's panic room to hide.

"Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don't you miss me?" A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she's going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don't have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.''– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!" Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled "Here's Johnny!!!" It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. "What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school."

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me...my conscience. I could speak,but she could she's in my head after all. –"You can't run. There's nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went."– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can't go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren't in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn't know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam's room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–" Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There's not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for."– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy's door he did to yours it's not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she's trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There's only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn't hear that heavy ass door close?" He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn't in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he's distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. "Found you." He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -"Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?" Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can't call Sam and prying to Cas hasn't worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn't the best option. "Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?" Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow's hunt so you wouldn't have to...you're welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam' I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low...all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. "Welcome to my nightmare!~" He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. "Carful dear wouldn't want to lose you head." Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. "You little bitch!!!" He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn't normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. "What's so funny?" I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. "You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?" Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it "Let’s play." Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes...a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.'- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. "What a excellent day for an exorcism." Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. "Would you like that?" I said aloud with a grin. "Intensely." Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. "There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn't register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she's running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. "Thanks for catching it for me." I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. "Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam's name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. "Looks like you couldn't make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long." Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. "See you soon." Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. "Y/n?! Y/n!?" He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. "Oh God! Y/n come on!" The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. "You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn't enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show." I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. "You didn't make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf...like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could." Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. "Sure you won't give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out." Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. "Demons always so sure that what's dead is dead and can't be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. " so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. "Let's get this over with." She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. "You should be dead." I hissed as she pushed the needle in. "Sorry. I'm into survival."

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A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: "Prime Time,Bitch!" Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

"Here's Johnny!" -The shinning

"Would you like to play a game?" - Saw

"...be afraid. Be very afraid"- The fly

"Welcome to my nightmare."- Nightmare on Elm Street

"..lose your head." Alice in Wonderland

"Wanna play?"- Child's Play

"What a excellent day for an exorcism...Would you like that?....Intensely." - The Exorcist

"There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." - The Conjuring 2

"Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." - Hellraiser

"See you soon." - Coraline

"She called your name before she went,but I guess..." -Hadestown

"...what's dead is dead and can not me undead." -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

"I'm into survival." ‐Nightmare on Elm Street

#spnquotebingo #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #winchester!sister #winchester!reader #demon!dean #horror movies #horror quotes #Dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #castiel #crowly #hunter being hunted

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