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bisexualmultifandommess · 10 months

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It’s time for my favourite Winchester!!

I headcanon Sam as pansexual but he could be bisexual too it depends on what your headcanons are.

Sam has a lot of love to give and I think he is attracted to and appreciates every gender.

I also think that he definitely in his younger years felt very non conforming about his gender and even with their limited budget liked to dress differently to others. As he got older he found outfits he found more comfortable but on hunts will still wear practical clothing. As a kid the different clothes were usually worn when his dad and brother were out because he didn’t know how they’d react. In later years I think they would’ve grown to understand him more but in the era they were in as kids they wouldn’t understand it much.

Sam didn’t really feel comfortable expressing this or coming out as a kid because he already felt like the odd one out in his family and he wasn’t sure how his family would react.

Sam is the type to fall for someone if they’re a good person. He has a type but usually he loves who he loves and doesn’t mind how they look.

I think that as a kid he had a crush on one of the boys at one of his schools. The boy was a little older and was actually really kind to him. The boy didn’t feel the same but Sam also never revealed his crush because he didn’t feel comfortable revealing it. His crush caused him to act a little nervous around him which unfortunately Dean noticed and made him think that the boy had done something to upset him which angered the overprotective brother. Sam had to reassure him that he was fine before Dean could overreact and luckily managed to get him to back away. The boy had been tall and had curly blonde hair and greenish blue eyes which is something he layered realised was kind of a type of his when he met Jess.

He definitely started seeing more men, women and different people once he started college. He had a little thing with Brady who he had really liked before they broke things off and he got with Jess and things got serious with them. He was really upset when he found out the truth about Brady.

I think while he was with Jess they’d often have nice nights at home and one time she convinced him to let her do his makeup and after it was done he actually really enjoyed how it felt and how he looked. He doesn’t wear it much later on because in the hunting business it’s not really ideal and he isn’t sure how people would react but sometimes he likes to put some one because it makes him feel nice and a little pretty and it also makes him feel closer to Jess when he misses her.

He definitely felt attracted to Meg and both versions of Ruby even though those relationships weren’t good for him. He’d also fallen for Sarah and Maddison. I think he probably also had a crush on Castiel at some point (I used to be a big Sastiel fan lol now I still like it just not as much) and also definitely had feelings for Mick because they definitely had a connection and should’ve had longer. He also kind of flirted with a male barman in the early seasons I’m pretty sure or the guy flirted with him and he didn’t mind.

So I guess his type are either people with blonde hair and blue or green eyes or people dark hair with blue or dark eyes. I think those are his specific types and I don’t blame him the first one is my type too.

I think that he felt a connection and definitely flirted a little with Max Banes when he first met him. I would’ve love to see them bond because Max and his sister defended Sam which was cute and he was definitely flirting with Sam and Sam didn’t really seem to mind.

Sam is always welcoming and comforting to other queer people and let’s them know if they ever want to talk he will listen he might not know the answers but he wants them to know they can be heard in a way he wasn’t. Jack sometimes talks with him about sexuality and gender once Jack starts figuring things out because he feels like his dad would understand and he’s closer to Sam than anyone.

I think that Sam came out to Dean after they reconnected and because Dean wasn’t the most progressive back in the beginning (understatement lmao) he made a few jokes about it but once he realised that he was making Sam uncomfortable he stopped. He’ll still slip up occasionally but he also tries to make a few harmful jokes that aren’t going to hurt him. Sam appreciates him trying but will also pull him up on it if he thinks he’s going to far. Now he’s older he’s more willing to stand up for himself even from the person who loves him most.

I definitely think he told Bobby first and even though Bobby didn’t really understand a lot of it he really supported his surrogate son.

Sam often felt sad and a little regret over never telling his dad before John died. He had really felt like they could’ve become closer before John died because even though they fought a lot they’d started seeing things the same way and were working on it. when he’s reunited with John for a short while in the Lebanon episode he’s able to get some closure and finally get an apology from John and also got to apologise for things he felt he needed to. He also even though he was slightly scared came out to John. I think that John wouldn’t really understand it much but I think that despite the mistakes John made with his sons he really loves them and he would’ve been honest and told Sam he doesn’t exactly understand what most of it means but he’s always going to love and support Sam whoever he dates. Sam is so relieved that he hugs his dad and cries a little. If John and Sam would’ve had more time together to work on their relationship it would’ve been great.

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nerdlifecentralsblog · 1 year

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Unknown Secrets [6] - repost

Summary: Y/n heads back to Dubuque with some advice from Rowena. The Hunters and angels are still suspicious and Gabriel catches the reader in a few lies.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel , Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley (mentioned)

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,837

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Wowie, can't believe the last time I posted was Christmas! That's college life for you. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, and reach out if you have questions, suggestions, or something you want me to write! <33

“Rowena, you really don’t have to worry about me. I already let Ketch know before I left that I was feeling better and I have to keep their suspicions as low as possible. Disappearing wouldn’t help my case.” I say while tidying up the witch’s living room and packing my go bag and backpack.

“I am well aware of the terminal paranoia that runs in Hunter’s DNA, dear,” she says with a chuckle, “I am also aware that gaining Hunter’s trust is hard, but maintaining it is impossible.”

I know she is looking out for me, but honestly, I was hoping for some blind optimism to balance out the anxiety. “Trust me, I remember how long it took for Ketch and Mick to trust me and actually work with me regularly. I can’t lose that, Ro.” I say turning my back on her to continue packing. I hear her shoes click on the floor and stop right behind me.

“Y/n,” she says softly, “turn around and look at me, please.” I sigh and turn to look Rowena in the eyes. She gently takes my hands in hers and continues, “I know that you are a very capable and strong Hunter. And I’m sure those boys know it too, but promise me you will call if something doesn’t feel right or even to check in every few days so I know you’re okay.”

“I promise I will either call you or Crowley if something feels off.” Rowena visibly relaxes and gives my hands a quick squeeze.

“Speaking of my son, he told me this morning before you got up that he might have found some demons who might know of a way that could keep you more hidden from other supernatural beings.” she says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Tell him thank you from me whenever you talk with him. At least now I have something to tell Sam and Dean that you guys are working on some theories.” I shiver with nervous energy considering the thousands of possibilities of how these guys will react since I’ve been gone.

“Yes. Now you better get going, it’s a long drive back to Dubuque.” Rowena smiles and walks me to the front door after picking up my backpack for me. I sling my go-bag over my right shoulder and grab my backpack from Rowena. She gives a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye and closes her front door.

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The entire drive back to Dubuque I tried to do some calming breathing exercises to keep my anxiety in check, although I’m unsure that breathing exercises will be any match against warranted suspicions. Driving into the bare parking lot I park next to Baby and Ketch’s car on each side of myself.

“At least I know everyone is here and I only have to face them once.” I assure myself while taking my duffle bag out of the back of my truck along with my backpack that I sling over my right shoulder, closing the car door afterward. I take a deep breath and walk in the direction of room number 63. I called Ketch this morning after leaving Ro’s apartment to make sure they hadn’t changed hotels or rooms yet.

As I get closer to the room, I can hear the boys talking quietly inside and shuffling papers around. I take another deep breath and knock three times on the faded wooden door. I stick the door three times and take a small step back, nervously readjusting my backpack.

I hear shuffling as footsteps draw nearer to the door, they pause and forcefully open the door. Ketch stands before me with a tired smile on his face. I let out a sigh of relief and give him a hug.

“It’s so good to see you, y/n. How are you feeling?” Ketch asks, returning my hug and stepping aside for me to enter. I give a tight-lipped smile to everyone else in the room. Dean and Gabe both stare daggers while Sam is busy on his laptop on the bed furthest from the door.

“Glad to see you too, Ketch. I’m feeling much better, just trying to take it easy. Where’s Castiel and Mick?” I respond, walking inside and setting my backpack and duffle bag on the floor next to the small table. I take a seat on one of the chairs, Dean occupying the other, leaning back with his arms crossed.

Sam sighs saying, “They both went out to try and get some information.” I wait for him to elaborate more, or even for anyone to give me an update but no one speaks up. I glance around the room; no one has changed their positions since I walked in. The only movement is Sam’s keystrokes and Ketch quietly shutting and locking the door.

“What kind of information? Please tell me you guys have more of a lead than I do.” I ask, hoping to convince them to spill a little. Not just for my own safety, but if I’m going to be a part of this hunt I need to know what’s going on.

Gabriel snorts and shakes his head, “Important information that might be a lead depending on what Cas and Mick find out.” Dean says, still staring at me with either anger or distrust. Knowing him, probably a dangerous mix of both. I decide to stare back, plastering a confused look on my face trying to hide the frustration. I know exactly what they are trying to do, keeping me in the dark so they can gather information that I can only assume is against me.

Ketch stands behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. I'm sure he’s trying to calm me down and back off from this stare-down with Dean, but I’m lost as to how going along with this manipulation will benefit me.

“Yeah, I assumed that Dean. What would be helpful to know is maybe where they went, or possibly what information they’re finding to investigate a theory.” Sam’s typing stopped. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me and Dean as I wait for the dam to break on me.

Ketch’s hands tighten slightly as Dean leans forward and opens his mouth to speak when there is a loud knock at the door.

Ketch lets go of me and opens the door, the tension in the room that was mounting seems to dissipate slightly with this distraction. I look down at my lap and play with my hands, luckily the guys have all stopped watching me and are looking at the people at the door.

“Y/n! We weren’t expecting you for another hour! Are you feeling better I hope?” Mick says gently holding my biceps, as I stand to greet him. He looks at me as though he’s expecting me to pass out any second.

I chuckle at his excitement, “I’m feeling much better, haven’t passed out at all and I’ve been very careful.” “What did he mean that they weren’t expecting me for another hour?” Before I could question what he meant by not expecting me for an hour, Castiel walks into the room holding a bloody angel blade.

“What happened to you bro?” Gabe asks the angel. Castiel then glances over to me and back to his brother, his classic confused look on his face. Mick slowly lets his arms drop back to his sides. I feel my phone then begin to vibrate with an incoming call.

I pick up, “Hey Rowena! What’s up?” I ask cheerfully.

“Just checking up on you my dear, I’m sure they’re all putting you through the wringer right now.” I can tell she is worried about me, and I don’t like that the Hunters and angels are still staring at me.

“Not too bad, a bit tiring but that’s what I was expecting,” I say standing up and exiting the room. I’d rather not add more suspicions but I don’t have enough energy to talk in riddles around them. “I’m outside now, and yes they haven’t told me a thing yet.”

Rowena sighs and remains silent for a moment. “Are you doing okay with that? I know you value your friendships with Mick and Ketch the most. How are they treating you?”

“I mean, they were both very kind and excited to see me, but Mick and Ketch won’t say anything either. Castiel and Mick just got back from what Dean called getting ‘important information that might be a lead depending on what they find out’,” Rowena laughs quietly, “if I’m still on this hunt, how can I be of any use while being left in the dark?” I know I sound like a whiny child but it’s just so frustrating, plus Ro is a very good listener.

“Well, you could always try saying that to them?” I snort and shake my head at her suggestion. “It would also help put them at ease and understand if you’re acting a bit off, it’s because you were left behind and need to play catch-up in order to stay useful and not put yourself in danger on accident.”

“I guess I’m just feeling guilty about hiding what I know and what Crowley is looking into for me. I want them to trust me and to stay in this hunt, but I feel like none of them will trust me again no matter what I say or do.”

“The only thing I would tell you, my dear, is to be very guarded. Right now they all perceive you to be a threat. Don’t do or say anything that could strengthen those suspicions or you’ll be fighting an even worse uphill battle.” I wish there is more that she could tell me, it’s smart advice, it just makes me even more apprehensive about my decision to return to the case.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I'll be careful. I’ll try and call later depending on how much progress we make.”

“Alrighty, take care of those boys now.” I laugh at her comment and hang up, placing my phone back in my jeans pocket.

“Feeling guilty, huh?” I spin around with Gabriel standing a few feet away. Of course, it had to be Gabe who followed me out, couldn’t have been literally anyone else.

“So what if I am?” I challenge. I don’t think this will earn me any cooperation points with them, but maybe it will appear like I’m not hiding as big a secret. “You’re really telling me Sam and Dean don’t hold guilt about past actions?”

His whiskey eyes burned holes through mine, fists clenched at his sides almost shaking with anger. He takes a step toward me, and I take one back, fearful of what the tortured angel might do.

“I’m sure Sam and Dean have messed up plenty and are still living in the past. That doesn’t change the fact you told that witch friend of yours that you feel guilty because you’re hiding something about this hunt. Wonder what kind of super secret information you have that we won’t trust you?” He finished with a threatening head tilt, almost daring me to disagree.

Sam walks out, “You guys okay out here?”

Gabriel looks over his shoulder to look at Sam, “Oh lay off, Moose. I was checking up on your new best friend, y/n, and heard a very interesting conversation she was having with your witchy girlfriend.” Sam sighs heavily and shakes his head at Gabe's antics.

The angel turns to look at me again with fiery eyes again. I shrug at Sam and Gabe scoffs saying, “Don’t play the innocent card with Sammy here after trying to pull the confident, guilt-stricken hunter card with me.”

“You haven’t even given me two seconds to explain what we were talking about!” I interrupt what I assume was going to become another veiled threat, “She told me to update her once we got a bit more settled to make sure I’m feeling okay, and she is worried you are going to try to kill me or connect me to Asmodeus again.” I’m already in a hole with Gabe catching me airing out my dirty laundry, might as well get a shovel to make it look like I was digging a well and not my own grave.

“Fat chance!” Gabe exclaims, taking a few quick steps in my direction again. Sam must have seen the uneasiness on my face and took a few long strides and got between me and Gabriel.

He puts his hands up to block Gabe from nearing me, “How about we all go inside and talk about this with everyone? You can say your piece, y/n says hers, and we can decide what to do as a group to catch this sonofabitch faster.” Gabe stares up at Sam, and they seem to have another silent conversation. “What the hell is with these guys and reading each other’s minds?”

Gabriel huffs and saunters back to the motel door and opens it, glancing back at me behind Sam. “Ladies first,” he says with an exaggerated arm sweep toward the now open door.

I roll my eyes and brush past Sam back into the room, taking my previous seat at the small table, though I notice Dean has since taken Sam’s spot on one of the beds and Gabe has taken to standing right beside me, blocking my view to Mick and Ketch huddled around various weapons and herbs. He is also pointedly blocking the door, locking it shortly after Sam re-entered the room. I think he rolls his eyes at Gabe who rolls his eyes back. Sam walks over to his brother to take his laptop back and sit at the table across from me.

“So, Gabe,” Sam breaks the silence, causing the other men to cease their movements, “why don’t you start with why you were snooping on y/n’s phone call, and then y/n,” he states glancing at me, “you can say what you were talking about on that phone call with Rowena.” I nod and try to look around Gabriel to see Ketch or Mick, but the stubborn angel purposefully moves in front of my line of sight.

“First of all, Moose, not snooping.” I scoff, immediately regretting that choice with a warning look from Sam, “I was actually going to make sure she didn’t pass out or something since she was by herself.”

“Ever heard of privacy, wings?” I snap, another look from Sam shuts me up again.

“I am aware of that, smartass. I overheard y/n telling Rowena how guilty she feels at hiding something from us because she’s too scared we’ll see her differently and doesn’t want to tell us.” I know this guy has been around for thousands of years, but how is it possible he never actually grew up!

“I feel guilty because when I was with Rowena and Crowley I did some research cross-referencing weather patterns, crop failures, cow slaughters, the basic demon signs,” I pause, seeing how frustrated Gabriel was getting since I was speaking calmly and adding more detail. I guess he wanted me to admit I’m being sneaky because I have a huge secret.

“I noticed that there have been some of these demonic signs have been bouncing around between Manchester, Iowa, Platteville, Wisconsin, and Freeport, Illinois for the past twenty to thirty years,” I explain, taking out my computer to show the map I had drawn up with different colors for each demonic sign. I scroll through about ten maps showing different changes every other year as the Hunters and Angels crowd around me.

“While this is really impressive, y/n,” Mick states, “what does this have to do with your guilt Gabriel mentioned? You already gave Ketch a synopsis of what your research yielded.” Dean groans at Mick’s big words and strides back to the bed, flopping onto it.

I smile and continue, “While I told Ketch about my research I didn’t say what Crowley found out about these cities and why they didn’t show up in Rowena’s original spell. And he made me promise-”

“Original spell?” Gabriel asks, squinting at me.

I pause, not knowing what he’s talking about. “Yeah, the original spell. What about it?”

Dean sits up from his relaxed position and tries to stare me down for the second time today. The rest of the guys also visibly tune in to the conversation more and are eyeing Gabe and me.

“You saying Rowena’s original spell implies there were more spells she performed. I know she didn’t tell us about these spells, the Brits have never met her, Gabe and Cas don’t communicate with her regularly, so when exactly did she test out other spells?” Sam asks.

“She seriously did this spell only once with you guys?” Dean is still staring and Sam merely nods. “Ro’s losing her touch then, I asked for her to do the spell again on a smaller map to be sure it was for Dubuque and not a smaller town nearby or anything. And the spell again showed Dubuque.” Sam glances at Gabriel who is doing that stupid telepathic trash with Dean, at least it got him to quit staring at me. Technically it was only a white lie since the map wasn’t of Dubuque, but we did do the same spell again to double-check where the nephidemon is.

“Anyway,” I continue, “Crowley made me promise to not tell you guys that he has a demon with a number of connections has randomly gone off the radar for the past ten years. He wanted to see if this demon had anything to do with Asmodeus or his kid without y’all going in guns blazing and ruining a possible lead.” Everyone in the room aside from Gabriel has relaxed a bit and no longer seems to want me dead.

“So, why again do you feel guilty?” Sam pushes, “It’s not like Crowley has kept his inside demon bureaucracy crap hidden before to keep him as King.”

“Why does Sam have to always be so damn smart and read into everything. I was honestly hoping they might turn suspicions onto Crowley or this made-up demon but no, Sam has to use that Stanford brain.”

“Well, I assumed you would want to know anything I found out that had to do with anything demonic. I felt guilty that I was hiding this because this demon could end up being a big lead if Crowley can find her alive.” The tension that had built previously finally died down enough for me to breathe. Gabriel must have sensed it too and stepped away from me a bit so I can actually see Mick and Ketch by the bed closest to the door.

I’m thankful for the few minutes of silence to collect my thoughts and calm my breathing. I’ll have to remember to update Crowley and Rowena about all the lies I just said, I can’t have either of them getting shot in any cross-fire. Both have been extremely understanding and really put their lives and relationships with the Hunters on the line for me.

Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last nearly as long as I would like when Castiel speaks up, “What should we do now?” Dean gives the angel a shrug and the rest of us glance between The Brits and Dean. Gabriel is still sulking by the door with his arms crossed, playing with some grooves in the floorboards with his feet.

“Don’t you boys have a Men of Letters Bunker back in Kansas?” Ketch questions, “Those places are filled with weapons, books, spells, anything we could think to need to start seriously going after Asmodeus or his child.”

Everyone agrees and we all pack up whatever gear we brought with us and file outside the motel door towards the parking lot. Dean goes to return their room keys as Sam loads his and his brothers’ bags into Baby, Ketch does the same with his and Mick’s bags.

“Y/n, you should probably ride with us. No offense to your truck but I doubt it would make the drive to Kansas, let alone back here.” Mick says, a bit shy while holding out his hands for my duffle bag and backpack.

“I didn’t even think about that honestly, I’m sure it’s fine to leave it here and I hate long drives alone,” I say with a smile as I hand him my gear.

Dean returns and takes the keys from Sam as they get into the front seats, and the angels climb into the back. I let out a quick sigh of relief that Gabriel chose to ride with his brother and the Winchesters, I don’t think I could handle hours being stuck in a car with him and his suspicious attitude. Ketch and Mick get into the front seats with Ketch driving and Mick sitting passenger side, leaving me to sit in the middle seat in the back so I can still talk to both of them.

”Y/n, you do realize I know when you’re lying right?” Ketch says, looking back at me with the rearview mirror.

I scrunch my nose in confusion and ask, “I know you’ve been trying to convince me I have a tell or something for years, but I doubt that based on how often I beat you in poker.”

Ketch chuckles and Mick casts a smirk my way. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You do have a tell and no, I will never tell you because where’s the fun in that?” I roll my eyes and lightly smack his arm, “when you said that Crowley was looking into that demon that disappeared, your tell happened. Everything else seemed truthful, but you do know the truth will come to light sooner than you want.”

It almost sounds like a warning. I really need to try to bribe Mick to tell me about my supposed tell sometime, “Whatever you are hiding, you need to be straight with us.” Mick says, fidgeting with his collar. I might have a lying tell, but Mick messing with his cufflinks or shirt collar is certainly his nervous tell.

“I appreciate what you guys are saying, and you don’t have to worry that much about me. I’ll be okay.” I look at them through the rearview mirror, hoping to portray honesty because I truly want to believe that I will be okay through this whole thing.

“Anything you’re hiding, y/n, you either need to right it, tell us, or don’t let it bite you in the ass,” Ketch says as silence fills the car aside from faint radio music. He’s one-hundred percent right and I know it, and I’m unsure which of the three options will cause the least amount of relationship setbacks and Gabriel’s level of hatred directed at me and my father.

“No, I can’t afford to relate myself to that monster. I never have been and never will be like that, I can’t let myself.”

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #arthur ketch #mick davies #rowena #castiel #gabriel #crowley #spn x reader

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nerdlifecentral · 2 years

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Unknown Secrets [6]

Summary: Y/n heads back to Dubuque with some advice from Rowena. The Hunters and angels are still suspicious and Gabriel catches the reader in a few lies.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel , Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley (mentioned)

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,837

Warnings: n/a

“I promise I will either call you or Crowley if something feels off.” Rowena visibly relaxes and gives my hands a quick squeeze.

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I hear shuffling as footsteps draw nearer to the door, they pause and forcefully open the door. Ketch stands before me with a tired smile on his face. I let out a sigh of relief and give him a hug.

Ketch’s hands tighten slightly as Dean leans forward and opens his mouth to speak when there is a loud knock at the door.

I pick up, “Hey Rowena! What’s up?” I ask cheerfully.

Rowena sighs and remains silent for a moment. “Are you doing okay with that? I know you value your friendships with Mick and Ketch the most. How are they treating you?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I'll be careful. I’ll try and call later depending on how much progress we make.”

“Alrighty, take care of those boys now.” I laugh at her comment and hang up, placing my phone back in my jeans pocket.

“Feeling guilty, huh?” I spin around with Gabriel standing a few feet away. Of course, it had to be Gabe who followed me out, couldn’t have been literally anyone else.

His whiskey eyes burned holes through mine, fists clenched at his sides almost shaking with anger. He takes a step toward me, and I take one back, fearful of what the tortured angel might do.

Sam walks out, “You guys okay out here?”

“Fat chance!” Gabe exclaims, taking a few quick steps in my direction again. Sam must have seen the uneasiness on my face and took a few long strides and got between me and Gabriel.

Gabriel huffs and saunters back to the motel door and opens it, glancing back at me behind Sam. “Ladies first,” he says with an exaggerated arm sweep toward the now open door.

“Ever heard of privacy, wings?” I snap, another look from Sam shuts me up again.

“Original spell?” Gabriel asks, squinting at me.

I pause, not knowing what he’s talking about. “Yeah, the original spell. What about it?”

Dean sits up from his relaxed position and tries to stare me down for the second time today. The rest of the guys also visibly tune in to the conversation more and are eyeing Gabe and me.

“So, why again do you feel guilty?” Sam pushes, “It’s not like Crowley has kept his inside demon bureaucracy crap hidden before to keep him as King.”

“I didn’t even think about that honestly, I’m sure it’s fine to leave it here and I hate long drives alone,” I say with a smile as I hand him my gear.

”Y/n, you do realize I know when you’re lying right?” Ketch says, looking back at me with the rearview mirror.

I scrunch my nose in confusion and ask, “I know you’ve been trying to convince me I have a tell or something for years, but I doubt that based on how often I beat you in poker.”

“No, I can’t afford to relate myself to that monster. I never have been and never will be like that, I can’t let myself.”

#supernatural fic #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic series #spn x reader #spn fanfiction #spn fic #spn fanfic #gabriel #rowena #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #mick davies #arthur ketch #crowley

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heartbroken-fangirl · 2 years

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Shades of Ramick (Ramiel x Mick)

Domestic (Enjoing Each Other's Company)

Mischief & Jealousy (+ Protectiveness)

Sex (And a Very Seductive Demon)

Repercussions & Death (The Cost of Love)

Basically, how the relationship would go. I ship it, hardcore.

#ramiel x mick davies #ramiel #mick davies #jerry trimble #adam fergus #supernatural #princes of hell #british men of letters #hunter x demon #domestic #gay ship #gay smut #protective #jealousy #castiel #misha collins

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skinnywalker · 1 year

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The Sandman

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The ruby burns

Humanity's cold arms 🧅

A bird in a cage 🧅

Death

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Lester sinclair

Lester x male reader pt1

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Child reader pt 1 🧅

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Mine after all this time 🌶

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Male rolling reader

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Oh Stevie 🌶

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Namor

Cold water

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Miles Morales

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Edward nashton

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You just don't get it pt 1 🧅

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Harley

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Ivy

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Red Dead Redemption

Arthur Morgan

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Lenny Summers

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GoT and HotD

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #the sandman x reader #the lost boys x reader #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic

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❤️23f looking for someone 18+ to RP with me in the Supernatural Fandom!❤️

I'm looking to play Dean as a fTm Trans man. I'm open to most, if not all, ships, but I would definitely prefer cc X cc. MUST be okay with NSFW, smut, Dead Dove. 🕊

So that being said, if I'm RPing as Dean, I'd be most interested in a-

Sam

John

Castiel

Benny

Crowley

Mick

Ketch

I'd like at least a paragraph per reply, but I definitely don't expect you to write a book in response! I use Discord, so please be friendly with that!

Interact, and I'll reach out!

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#supernatural rp #spn rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #discord rp #dead dove

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lrwafterdark-deactivated · 1 year

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Welcome to the Dark Side, We have Mpreg and eggs.

Angry Marcus stan, poly shipper, and fanfiction defender.

NSFW Account.

My birthday is February 9th if anyone cares.

While I may post some nsfw prompts and headcanons I don’t post actual nsfw fics on tumblr, even before the great tumblr purge

I may be trash but I do not tolerate bullying for people’s ships for almost any reason unless the ship is a pedo ship. We all have different headcanons and beliefs.

Fanfiction requests and inquiries may be sent to my askbox or my new public email, [email protected]

My only DNIS are terfs, pornbots and 60 plus year old men, thanks!

N/S/F/W things to ask me about:

N/S/F/W headcanons

Kinks

🍆 Stuff

Smutt fic requests

Squicky stuff like Mpreg

If I cannot do something I will either ignore the ask if anon or answer it privately off anon.

Main/Special ships:

Mareana (Marcus/Breana)

Tankam! (Adam/Tank)

Kazivana (Kaz, Breana and Oliver)

SteelCanary (Breana/Nate Heywood)

NightCanary (Breana/Dick Grayson)

Breana/Tecton (his name is too awkward for a ship name)

Dizzy (bad ship name but Douglas/Lizzy)

Breana/Megahertz (again, his name is too awkward for a ship name)

Breana/Tecton/Megahertz poly

Kazana (Breana and Kaz)

Olivana (Breana and Oliver)

Fandoms (a condensed list because I have way too many):

Lab Rats

Mighty Med

Lab Rats: Elite Force (even though most of EF canon was trash)

Mech-X4

Rick and Morty

Supernatural

Stargirl

Titans

Arrowverse (Especially Legends of Tomorrow and Arrow)

Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist (Zoey and Leif and Mo are baes)

Daredevil (except it is 2021 and I have yet to watch season 3)

MCU

Girl Meets World

Liv and Maddie

Ships Involving Canon Characters (not all just the mains):

AdamxTank

Chaz/Kase

Chaziver (Chase/Kaz/Oliver)

Brylar

Leo/Logan

Taylor x Kate

Destiel

Olicity

Saileen

Stony

Stucky

Foggy/Karen

Kaziver

FitzSimmons

Olicity

Clintasha

Pepperony

Techertz

Ships Involving OCs:

Marcus Henderson/Breana Davenport

Douglas Davenport/Lizzy Knight

Rick Tyler/Breana Davenport

Mark Walker/Breana Davenport

Nate Heywood/Breana Davenport

Sebastian|S-3/Ellie Frost

Dean Winchester/Breana Davenport

Ryan Walker/Breana Davenport

Breana Davenport/Leo Mendel

Rarepairs:

Ray Palmer/Nora Darhk/Nate Heywood

Probably more because I am a filthy, filthy multishipper

Crossover Ships:

Oliver Queen/Matt Murdock

Clint Barton/Leo Mendel

Donald Davenport/Leo Mendel

Poly Ships:

Ray Palmer/Nora Darhk/Nate Heywood

Poly Ships With OCs:

Dean Winchester/Castiel/Breana Davenport

Oliver/Breana Davenport/Kaz

Nate Heywood/Breana Davenport/Mick Rory (which is the ship portrayed in my contribution to the lab rats rp blogs)

Marcus Davenport/Breana Davenport/Steve Rogers

Tecton/Breana Davenport/Megahertz

This is not an exhaustive list and will be periodically updated

Tags to Filter instead of just blocking me (you should be filtering ships you don’t like in general):

Mareana - that’s Breana and Marcus

Kazivana - Kaz, Breana and Oliver.

sexy stuff - the nsfw/smutty stuff

#lab rats #mighty med #mech-x4 #mech x4 #arrowverse #supernatural #rick and morty #zoey's extraordinary playlist #stargirl #titans #daredevil #liv and maddie #girl meets world #best friends whenever

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spncreatorsdaily · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Mick Davies Characters: Castiel, Mick Davies Additional Tags: Realization, Affection, Castiel Needs Love (Supernatural), Double Drabble, Season/Series 12 Series: Part 6 of sidewinder's Supernatural shorts Summary:

Being with Mick is uncomplicated.

#week 161 #creator: hawkland #fanfic #castiel x mick

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wordsmithcreations · 1 year

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What canon muses do you have?

Agents Of Shield

• Grant Ward

• Deke Shaw

Angel

• Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

Being Human UK

• John Mitchell

Bones

• Vincent Nigel-Murray

• Lance Sweets

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

• Greg Sanders

Cyberpunk 2077

• Johnny Silverhand

Death Stranding

• Higgs Monaghan

• Sam Bridges

Detroit Become Human

• Connor

Doctor Who

• Tenth Doctor

Dollhouse

• Topher Brink

Dragon Age

• Alistair Theirin

Dragon Age 2

• Anders

Fallout 4

• Danse

Firefly

• Jayne Cobb

Game Of Thrones

• Jon Snow

Loki

• Loki Laufeyson

Lucifer

• Lucifer Morningstar

• Chloe Decker

Mass Effect

• Kaidan Alenko

• Garrus Vakarian

Mob Psycho 100

• Reigen Arataka

• Serizawa Katsuya

Preacher

• Proinsias Cassidy

Quantum Break

• Jack Joyce

Red Dead 2

• Arthur Morgan

Shadow And Bone

• Aleksander Morozova

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

• Julian Bashir

Star Trek: Picard

• Cristobal Rios

Star Trek: The Next Generation

• Data

Stardew Valley

• Shane

Supernatural

• Castiel

• Mick Davies

Sword Art Online

• Ryotaro Tsuboi “Klein”

The Boys

• Jack Wilson “Lamplighter”

• Billy Butcher

The Elder Scrolls: Online

• Fennorian

The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

• Bishop

The Falcon And The Winter Soldier

• James Buchanan Barnes

The Following

• Mike Weston

The Originals

• Elijah Mikaelson

• Niklaus Mikaelson

The Orville

• Gordon Malloy

The Walking Dead

• Shane Walsh

• Daryl Dixon

Torchwood

• Owen Harper

• Ianto Jones

Trigun

• Vash The Stampede

Uncharted

• Samuel Drake

Westworld

• Logan Delos

• Hector Escaton

• Lee Sizemore

• Caleb Nichols

What We Do In The Shadows

• Nandor

X-Men Movies

• Logan

• Bobby Drake

You

• Joe Goldberg

#mun speaks #ooc: answered #indie rp #roleplay #roleplaying #rp #muses #canon muses #multifandom #multimuse #multiverse #indie roleplaying #ask #muses may change

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nerdlifecentralsblog · 1 year

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Unknown Secrets [3] - repost

Summary: Y/n joins the hunt for the mysterious nephidemon, but she finds out some shocking information that brings them closer to saving this town from the clutches of Asmodeus’ child.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Asmodeus

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,906

Warnings: none :)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but here it finally is! <3

I pull up next to Baby in front of the small motel. “So we meet again, beautiful.” I say lovingly, patting the roof of Dean’s beloved car. I walk up to room number 63. The six has a loose screw which makes it look more like a nine, so I hope it really is room 63.

My anxiety is quelled when I see Ketch open the door with a wide, relaxed smile. “Hello, darling. I hope you didn’t spend all of last night trying to research just to show off,” he says while giving me a hug and playfully winks, prompting Mick to shake his head from his spot at a small table across from Sam, whose laptop is open and running some sort of crazy code.

"No, not this time. Although I have always been the brains behind the operations when it comes to you two."

Mick let out a chuckle while Ketch simply rolls his eyes and went to lounge on the couch. Sam then gets up, somewhat awkwardly and offers a quick hug.

"So,” he starts, “me and Dean tried to dig up anything extra we could have skipped over in either demon lore or any offspring they could produce.” I nod for him to continue as he takes a seat and turns his computer towards me. “The only thing that could be a possible lead is the tracking spell Rowena used and there’s been a history of weird weather patterns - especially lightning storms for almost forty years. So that means that either Asmodeus or his child has been here for at least forty years.”

I rest my chin on my hand and think about what could explain this Prince of Hell living in my town for forty years. I mean, how have I never ran into him or seen anything weird even once?

The door opens and in walks Dean with lots of beer and various snacks, along with a pie that I assume to be cherry.

“Alright, what’s the game plan guys? FBI or some basic computer research?” Dean asks, putting away his items and walking over to his bed and plopping down looking at me.

“Sam was just catching us up on the weather stuff y'all found last night.” I respond, noticing Sam’s open laptop. “Although I think it would make the most sense if Asmodeus was here for, let’s say, twenty years, scoping the place out and getting other Hunters to believe that the storms would be normal so no one bats an eye once his child is born, and they could live here for maybe twenty more years, completely undetected.”

After a short pause, Mick speaks up, “It is certainly possible and the most likely lead we have. Why else would he want to risk staying in one area for that long?"

Sam sighs and nods in agreement and slides his computer to face himself again.

"So, y/n,” Dean starts and I pick my head up and look to him, “has anyone ever seemed off to you or someone you heard of being born thirty to forty years ago?”

I snort a laugh and respond. “You named most of the folks in this town. Most people have grown up here all their lives and don’t really have the desire to move away. Not many long term or consistent visitors either.”

Ketch stands up from the couch and walks over to Mick snatching a notebook sitting next to him. He says, “alright, who could be the most likely candidates for being this monster, y/n?”

I rubbed my eyes and leaned back, trying to narrow down who to say, but all I could see were faces morphing into each other and names swirling through my thoughts. “How should I narrow it down?” I ask with my eyes closed for a moment, opening them only because of the sound of Sam typing on his computer and Ketch speaking.

“Let’s start with anyone especially strange or out of the ordinary, people between thirty and forty who have lived here their whole lives, only children, maybe anyone who doesn’t know their parents or their mother died in birth.”

I take a deep breath and start naming people that fit any or all of the criteria Ketch described while explaining which characteristics they have as Ketch writes the addresses that I can remember and Sam types up the list.

It takes us a few hours of narrowing down and organizing everyone into sizable chunks and who our most likely hidden monster is. Luckily, everyone lived nearby and Dean brought back some good food choices. Well, as good as gas station and tiny grocery store food can get.

“I vote we get a move on with this list and split up a bit to cover more ground.” Ketch suggests.

Sam glances at Dean as he says “Works for me. We going for FBI on this one?”

The group nods as Dean butts in saying, “We’ll go through the people in these neighborhoods,” he waves his hand over the section towards the east, “and you three can take the rest.” He says while pointing at me.

“Alright, let’s get ready and get a move on.” I say, standing up and walking out to grab some gear. I can’t help but think how odd it is that I have grown up with these people and all this time one of them could be such a horrible, dangerous creature. My palms almost itch with the anticipation of making my town, and the world a safer place. But I can’t help but wonder if we’re making the right decision.

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“Last house will be just to the left of Willow Street.” Mick says from the passenger side, directing Ketch to our final stop before it got too late.

I don’t even know how we’re gonna find this nephidemon at this point. No one we’ve talked to all day has said or remembered anything that would help us remotely. Hopefully Sam and Dean have had some better luck, I think as Ketch pulls up to the curb across from the house.

We all climb out of the car and casually walk up to the front door, Ketch and Mick with their badges and me prepared for the endless complaints this case will earn me from the locals for bringing the feds to their doorsteps. But, if I can possibly help out Mick, Ketch, Cas, and the Winchesters with something like Asmodeus or his freak kids, then it’s worth it. The door opens revealing Fred and his wife, Josie with polite smiles on their faces.

“Hey, Fred and Josie! How have you guys been?” I ask, smiling warmly.

Josie responds for them both. “We’re doing just fine, dear. You should join us for game night next time!”

I laugh and nod enthusiastically, about to explain and introduce the two "agents” beside me when Fred beats me to it. “Who are your friends? They visitors?” he interjects with slightly narrowed eyes and hands shoved in his pockets.

“Of course, my apologies. These are FBI agents McCullough and Morgan.” They both hold up their badges with calm expressions. “They’re old friends of mine and have been looking for someone they think might have been hanging around here for awhile. I figured you both have excellent memories and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind us taking a few moments of your day to help them find a potential suspect?” I slightly tilt my head and try to look as innocent and eager to help as possible. Fred and Josie have always treated me as one of their own children and I certainly hope Ketch doesn’t offend them in any way.

“It’s no problem at all. Very nice to meet you gentlemen. As y/n stated I am Josie Hutcherson and this is my husband, Fred.” Josie, being the polite and kind person that she is, shook hands with Ketch and Mick, welcoming us all inside.

One nice thing about living in a small town is how nothing really changes; not the people, the drama, and not any buildings save for the occasional fresh coat of paint or new lamp. Having something constant is always welcome, especially when it feels like the world is ending.

“What case did you say you were helping them with, y/n?” I’m drawn out of thoughts by Mrs. Hutcherson kindly sitting down across from Mick and Ketch, Fred still choosing to stand near his wife with crossed arms.

“They’re trying to track the movement of a very dangerous criminal, they have reason to believe he stayed here awhile back and then left."

Josie smiles at me and turns back to the "agents” to speak, but Fred says, “Uh huh. And why does the FBI want to take up your time in this what I would think would be a highly classified search?”

Fred may mean well, but words were always something he left to Josie. Hopefully he’s only put off by Mick and Ketch, I would really hate for them to be hiding this demon kid.

“Y/n here knows almost every person in this town, and from what she’s told us she is extremely attentive as well.” Mick offers, “We were looking around aimlessly until we met her. My partner actually was interviewing her and she offered to help us look around town for a little bit.” He gave a reassuring smile towards Josie and a firm nod towards Fred.

“Now, have either of you noticed anyone strange at all in the past thirty to forty years? They would be extremely charismatic but slightly arrogant as well. And maybe looked something close to this picture.” Ketch asks while pulling out a picture of the current vessel of Asmodeus. Even though we aren’t sure he was in this vessel when having a kid, it’s the best bet we have in recognizing him at all.

Both Josie and Fred denied anyone acting out of the ordinary or ever seeing that picture before. I could tell Mick and Ketch wanted to keep interviewing Josie since she was more open, so I tried to get Fred a little ways away to get through to him better. “I know that you don’t really care for the FBI and sticking their noses where nothing has happened, Fred. "He uncrosses his arms with a sigh and a reluctant nod. "But this guy is a really bad guy and they asked me who would be the most attentive people to ask about. And you and your wife were the first I thought of, that’s all.”

After Fred agrees to be more open to answering their questions, I smile and thank him before walking back out toward the living room where Mick and Ketch are standing up.

“Y/n, I believe we shouldn’t take up anymore of these people’s time. Thank you both so much for all your help.” Mick says with a kind smile and handshake with Josie, then Fred.

“Thank you Josie and Fred, I’ll come over when I can,” I say with a wave out the door and down the sidewalk. Mick and Ketch also exit and walk back to their car.

“Anything you guys picked up on?” I question, lowering my voice with caution.

Ketch closes his eyes and with a short huff of air responds “Not really. The only odd thing Mrs. Hutcherson mentioned were the persistent lightning storms that drove everyone inside, except for this one time. There was a man and a small child who were outside in the middle of the road, completely unprotected. Just gazing up into the sky for a few hours….”

Thunder, so loud that it feels as though the earth beneath my feet shakes. I look up in wonder as brilliant flashes of lightning take over the dark sky. A warm hand rests on my shoulder, its presence keeping me focused and grounded.

I glance up to the man, who has a prideful smile and warm eyes, and I remember feeling safe despite the chaos and danger surrounding us.

The man speaks, sounding southern and calm. “My daughter, this will be our last night together, I was hoping for more time with you but it’s far too dangerous.” I tilt my head in question, turning to face him more. He continues, “Someday all of this will seem like a dream for you. That’s when your purpose will become clear. And we will be united once again.”

I feel tears starting to form, this is my father, he can’t abandon me now! “But father, when will that happen? And how long after I remember will I see you again?” He bends down to my level taking both my hands in his.

“I know I will miss you, my child, but I would rather feel this heartache than know you are at risk from Hunters. They are so dangerous and you must always be careful around them. Alright?” I nod my head and hug my father, one last time. I hear him speak once more. “I love you, never forget that.” And the whole world goes silent.

I faintly hear voices speaking to me but I couldn’t make out what they are saying. I know it’s Mick and Ketch. What on Earth are they doing here? The entire case comes flooding back to me, the Winchesters, Asmodeus, his kid, my strange hallucination. I struggle to open my eyes met with blinding light and someone, Sam, I think, sitting next to me.

“I’m sorry Sam, but there is no way for me to understand why she fainted. She appears to be in good health, not dehydrated, having enough food and energy. I can’t find anything wrong.” Cas says, slightly leaning his head back from his place at the end of a bed, near a small mirror on the wall.

I try to sit up and ask what’s going on, but Sam gently pushes my shoulders back onto the mattress.

“Hey, y/n don’t sit up yet, alright? You’ve been passed out for a while. Do you remember anything?” Sam speaks calmly and softly, as though speaking too loud may cause me to lose consciousness yet again.

“I remember helping you guys on a case,” I start, realizing how quiet my voice is and how hard it is to speak clearly. “You and Dean went to interview some people and Mick, Ketch, and me did the same. I remember leaving their house and walking out to the car…” I trail off, too unsure of how much I should reveal before learning whether it’s a weird vision, or… a memory? I shake my head at the thought. It’s simply impossible. I glance at Sam then Castiel while saying “I think that’s all I can remember, sorry.”

Sam gives a gentle smile just as the front door opens, revealing Dean, Ketch, and another person. He’s the shortest out of all the men but has a confidence about himself, sandy blond hair that’s longer than Dean’s but shorter than Sam’s, with beautiful whiskey colored eyes.

“Morning, Sunshine. Feeling any better?” Ketch asks, dragging my attention away from the newcomer.

“A little. My brain is still kinda foggy though. What happened?” I ask, looking between Mick and Ketch hoping they can help me discern reality from fiction.

“Well,” Mick begins, “we had finished interviewing the Hutchersons and walked out to our car. I told you what Mrs. Hutcherson had told us about seeing a man and a child during a lightning storm, and you fainted.”

He explained, taking a seat on my other side. I just stared at him for a while, trying to understand what had happened. I’m not a person who regularly faints, and this simply cannot be a coincidence.

“Okay, um thank you.” I say, surprised at how numb I sound. “Also, who are you?” I ask, looking at the strange man sitting at the table with Dean.

He smirks and responds “I’m Gabriel, like the Archangel.” He puts his hands next to his shoulders, waving them to mimic flying.

Dean rolls his eyes while Cas stares annoyed at Gabriel’s actions. I guess that sort of makes them brothers?

“Naturally. Well, I’m y/n and didn’t realize you were joining us.” I tilt my head at Mick slightly and he makes a point to stare at Sam across from me.

“Yeah well neither did we.” Dean speaks up, glancing at Cas.

The angel sighs and faces me “Gabriel was kidnapped by Asmodeus for his grace, a little over four months ago. Ketch used to work with him and was able to get Gabriel back to the bunker.” I look to Ketch who looks down, almost in shame. Then to Gabriel who simply rests his head on his hand and shrugs. Cas continues, “I called Gabriel here since he deserves to be in on taking down Asmodeus, and it certainly won’t hurt to have his help.”

“But enough about me,” Gabriel exclaims suddenly. He looks over to Sam, raising his hands up in question. Why can these idiots never just say what they need to say rather than act all secretive?

Sam takes a deep breath and turns slightly to better face me. “Y/n, I know you’re not going to remember everything. But, ” he pauses, searching my eyes while being careful to not give anything away.

“But…?” I prompt, looking around only to be met with Gabriel staring with anger towards me. Which is unbelievably rude and unfair, considering how I literally just met him.

“But, are you sure there’s nothing else you can remember? Any detail or generic thing?” Sam finishes, with an understanding smile. I don’t know what he could mean by that though, I mean, I was passed out for a long time and I don’t think people can speak while being unconscious in that sense.

I shook my head no after thinking for a moment. Gabriel let’s his head fall back in dramatic fashion while mumbling something under his breath.

“Sorry my answer isn’t the one you wanted, Gabriel.” His head snapped up and glared at me. What is this guy’s problem? “But I barely remember even walking out to the car, let alone any specific details of our last interview.”

“You’re lying,” Castiel said from the corner of the room, a perplexed look on his face. I wanted to ask what he meant but he continued, “you woke up in Ketch and Mick’s car and described something very disturbing.” I try not to shrink under the angel’s condemning gaze; because I actually don’t remember waking up at all until being in the motel. The disturbing thing I described, I don’t think I will ever be able to forget.

“I don’t remember that at all. I had no idea I woke up before five minutes ago.”

Gabriel stands up and snaps his fingers in one motion and I immediately find myself in the backseat of the Impala with Castiel next to me.

“What the hell was that for?!” I say trying to steady myself from falling to one side or the other.

Castiel barely spares me a look and explains “Gabriel snapped us both here to have some kind of privacy I assume.”

I try to open the door handle but Cas reaches over to grab my arm, and locks the door. He refuses to let go of me whether because of my continued swaying or because he thinks I could outrun him or something.

“Okay, and what exactly are you doing here? I wouldn’t think he would want privacy from you if he’s saying his piece.”

Castiel finally releases my arm but gives no answer, and instead, looks out the window.

I do the same hoping that Gabriel and the Hunters don’t take all day.

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(Back in the motel room)

Y/n and Cas had disappeared from the room thanks to Gabriel.

“Really, Gabe? You probably could’ve just asked them to leave the room for a minute.” Sam says, exasperated with Gabriel already.

Gabriel takes a deep breath and slowly walks around the room, in deep thought.

Dean uncrosses his arms, letting them rest on either side of the motel chair while watching the archangel pace the room, waiting for an answer.

“What have you got to say that you didn’t feel y/n or Cas should hear then?” Mick stands from the bed and asks, squaring his shoulders and walking towards Gabriel with annoyance.

Gabriel pauses his movements, stopping in front of Mick while saying, “Cas already knows what I’m gonna tell you, that’s why he’s with y/n right now.” He turns back looking at Ketch. “She did just wake up after being knocked out for a few hours and I’d rather not be responsible for a casualty already."Gabriel brushes by Ketch to sit on the spot that he vacated. "And I doubt she would appreciate her being told how probable it is that she is this nephidemon we’ve been looking for.”

The room falls silent as the Hunters process his words.

“And why exactly do you think this?” Sam asks Gabriel, a shocked expression on his face. “She literally volunteered to help us with this case without any kind of convincing from any of us. If she is the nephidemon, then wouldn’t she want to get as far away from all of us as possible?”

Gabriel closes his eyes and leans his head against the bed’s worn bed frame, “Sam, I can’t put my finger on it but when I first saw her, she reminded me of Asmodeus all over again.” He slowly opens his eyes, keeping them focused on the ceiling missing the spark within them. I can only assume that kind of trauma doesn’t leave a person - or archangel I guess unaffected.

“Well, try to. We have to figure this out now, or come up with a plan on testing her or something,” Dean says, rubbing his temples still trying to understand how y/n could have played them all along. How she could have played Ketch and Mick for even longer.

Gabriel sighed saying, “I don’t know if this will make you feel better, I doubt she knows herself if she’s related to Asmodeus. She doesn’t act like him at all, and from what you’ve said she sounded confused, scared even by what happened when she passed out.”

The group relaxes but only slightly. “How could she possibly not know?” Ketch thinks aloud, “and why would a single memory or hallucination suddenly reemerge right now?”

Gabriel only shrugs, not really being able to provide any kind of a possible answer or solution. Mick shakes his head and offers “He could have wiped her memory in order to protect her. That is why we initially thought the nephidemon would be here for so long.” Dean slowly nods while Sam rubs his eyes in frustration. “And maybe Ketch describing what Mrs. Hutcherson saw triggered part of her memory to come back; why she passed out.”

The men sat in silence, mulling over everything Gabriel brought up, before anyone could move to suggest anything further, the archangel snapped his fingers and slowly let his hand drop back down to the bed.

“Figured it might be smarter to ask her about it, maybe search her memory or something.” He states, beginning to act a bit more normal, as they wait tensely for y/n and Cas to walk back through the door.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester #dean winchester #mick davies #arthur ketch #gabriel #castiel #spn x reader #reader insert

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redlenai · 2 years

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would you ever consider drawing Hufflepuff Cas with his boyfriend ravenclaw Mick? (also haven't talked to you in a while, hi how are you doing? how is your cool artist job going?)

I've finally managed to do this one aaaaaaaaaaaah I had to give it color because HOW is people going to notice their houses?! 😤

I'm also not used to draw them young jasdjasdj, I'm pretty sure Mick would do stuff like sparkles and hearts with his wand and just decorate with spells wherever Cas goes or just show everyone how he sees the world when he is around Cas 💗

Oh, and to anyone else...

I've decided to not take requests anymore since I've stressed with a few ones for not delivering them and... I feel bad rejecting a few ideas honestly but I kind of didn't fell like drawing them. Especially ones that are quiiiiiiiiite too specific and feel like it's art for a fic (Sorry for my trust issues c': )

My ask is still open tho, for fangirling over stuff (gn), interact with me, idk, ask me stuff in general lol

#autisticdadcastiel #request #ask #mickstiel #casmick #castiel #mick davies #my art #doodle #hogwarts #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #ravenclaw x hufflepuff #castiel x mick #misha collins #adam fergus #I'm not ignoring Max's questions regarding my well being I already answered lol #this is a late drawing

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glitteryflufflepuff2003 · 3 years

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Casmick Series Master List

Love at the Gas ‘n’ Sip

Pairing: Castiel x Mick Davis, [implied] Dean x Castiel

Summary: Cas takes a job at a small gas station where he meets a charming British guy who sweeps him off his feet… until things get messy.

Word count total: 1468 (Yikes!)

Blanket warnings: (PG 13) mentions sexual activity, suggestive language, emotional trauma, angst, arguments, verbal fights, [insert better term] name calling (jerk)

A/N: Had this idea from @casmick-consequences and their tags on another post. I don’t know if anyone else has made a fic for this but I had to give it a go :) let me know what you think, always love to hear your feedback.

Part one

Word count: 325

Part two

Word count: 399

Part three

Word count: 465

Part four

Word count: 279

Tag list:

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~ open, send ask to be added ~

#casmick #castiel x mick #mick davies #castiel #fluff #mentions smut #emotional trauma #implied #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #arguments #angest #emotional cas #human cas #angel cas

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casmick-consequences · 3 years

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me finding out there's hidden TERFs among us

fuck it. dean's trans(ftm), cas is trans(xtm), jack is trans(nb), claire is trans(nb), sam is trans(demiboy), eileen is trans(demigirl), garth is trans(ftm), donna is trans(mtf), kaia is trans(demigirl), benny is trans(ftm), mick is trans(ftm), meg is trans(xtf), gabriel is trans(xtm)... who else??

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #blubs x durland #sam wichester #claire novak #eileen leahy #garth fitzgerald iv #donna hanscum #kaia nieves #benny lafitte #mick davies #meg masters #gabriel

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nerdlifecentral · 2 years

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Unknown Secrets [4]

Summary: The reader is confronted by the Winchesters, angels, and British Men of Letters. They are still suspicious of y/n but they let them go home to rest. Y/n instead seeks answers at an old friend's home and tries to work out what to do next.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,742

Warnings: n/a, reader has a small anxiety attack but nothing crazy :)

A/N: Hello y'all! Thank you so much for this support and patience. I've been at college for a while and my dad also passed away so this chapter is out wayyyy later than I anticipated, but here it is! Hope you enjoy <3

The click of the Impala’s doors jars me from my racing thoughts, Cas glances my way and quickly opens his door, getting out of the car. I’m still feeling the effects of passing out, so hopefully Cas doesn’t just leave me here in case I faint again. Luckily, he walks around the car to my side, carefully opens my door, and helps me out.

“Do you need any help walking, y/n?” Cas asks while watching me hold onto Baby for support.

“I think I just need a second to get my balance back.” Part of me wants to just accept his help and walk back in to get whatever is going to happen over with, but I need a moment to prepare myself since Gabriel clearly didn’t want me to hear what he had to say.

“Let’s get this over with I guess.” I start walking towards the hotel room, still a bit shaky but Cas is right by my side in case I faint again, or if I tried to run I guess.

“Why do you say that?” Cas asks, focusing his eyes forward.

I scoff, “It’s pretty obvious, Cas,” I say looking at him, “your brother clearly has some kind of issue with me and didn’t want me around to hear what he has to say about me.” Cas slowly nods his head and keeps facing forward.

We reach the front door which Cas opens, stepping to the side and letting me walk in first. It’s very obvious that whatever Gabriel had said made everyone uncomfortable, even Mick and Ketch were looking at me like I was a killer or something. Since Gabe has since occupied my spot on the bed, I instead opted for the chair next to the door.

The atmosphere is so tense, I feel like I can hardly breathe. “So, what the hell, Gabriel?” I say, with zero response. Cas shuts the door and locks it, standing right behind my chair, as though I could actually go anywhere right now.

“We need to ask you some questions, y/n.” Ketch offers, making brief eye contact with me then looking back at the floor.

“Alright, well what kind of questions other than are you secretly hiding Asmodeus’ kid - which I am not by the way,” I say, looking up at Cas, still pissed at both him and his dramatic brother.

“We need to know everything that you remember, every last detail no matter how dumb or insignificant," Dean says.

"But I already-"

"And don't say "I already told you everything, please believe me!" Because that's clearly not true, alright?" Gabriel interjects, standing swiftly from the bed, every word dripping with anger. I look into his eyes, hurt vivid in the whiskey color, stabbing at my heart till my eyes begin to water.

I look down at the floor, knowing everyone's eyes will hold the same hurt and distrust. "I swear, on my life, that I have told you everything," I say, voice shaking and on the verge of crying or passing out again. I wish I hadn't bothered on this hunt in the first place. "And if you still don't want to believe me, then fine don't," I say looking back up to Gabriel. Nothing changes in his eyes, Sam sighs and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

"Y/n?" Ketch asks. I glance at him but I can't read him at all, I look back to the floor and lean into the side of my chair. "You're sure that is everything you remember?" I nod and keep looking at the floor.

I can't stand the anxiety creeping up, the image of Gabriel's hate-filled eyes filling my vision. I can’t exactly blame him though, if I was sure that someone in front of me was the child of a monster that tortured me for months, I’d want them dead too. “Oh god, does everyone here want me dead then? I mean, I understand Sam and Dean not immediately believing me, but Ketch and Mick surely don’t”. I vaguely hear some footsteps walking towards me.

I realize it's Mick as he crouches down and gently takes my hands in his. "It's alright, " he says, "look at me when I say this, okay?" I take a shaky breath and look at Mick, seeing years of trust and friendship in his face.

"The reason why we keep asking you is because when you were unconscious, whatever you were seeing or dreaming about, it had to do with Asmodeus..." I feel my chest tighten, I had thought it was just some twisted nightmare or my brain reacting oddly with the information I heard before I passed out. I don't even know how to respond.

"Anything you wanna say that would clear this up?" Dean asks. Though it sounds more like a command than a question really, not that it matters anymore, at this point I'm at these people's mercy.

"I'm one hundred percent sure, I don't know what you're talking about." I don't even bother meeting anyone's eyes out of both guilt and exhaustion, I should just go home at this point. "There isn't a way for me to prove it, but I seriously am lost on what you guys are talking about at this point. So unless you want to tell me what happened, I'm feeling pretty shitty so it'd be great if I could just go home and rest, that okay with you?" It's silent for a moment, and I look up to see Sam and Dean locked in a stare.

Sam slowly nods and so do Dean and Castiel. I shakily stand, and Ketch offers to help me to my car. I roll my eyes, "Gotta still keep an eye on me huh?"

"You did faint, twice so yeah I'll stick with watching out for you." I nod and give a weak goodbye to everyone and grab my jacket, keys safely inside and walk out the door, Ketch following close behind.

"You know I believe you right, y/n?" Ketch says, offering his arm for me to hold onto. I truly don't deserve him or Mick, especially risking their reputations for helping me out. I hope that whatever I saw has a logical explanation for once. I hold onto his arm, his other hand coming up to gently hold mine, a reassuring gesture that calms my nerves.

"I'm glad you do, it means the world to me," He hums in thought, "Just wish everyone else would I guess." The rest of the walk to my truck is quiet, an odd occurrence with Ketch but welcome nonetheless.

"Thank you, Ketch, for believing me and everything," I say as I climb into the driver's seat. He only smiles and tells me to be safe but my mind is already somewhere else, as I watch him walk back towards the motel room, I think of options on how to handle this situation. I just lied to four strong hunters, an angel, and an archangel.

And if I came clean now I think it would only make things worse, maybe an old friend can help this whole thing get better and not worse.

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The light ring of her doorbell draws me out of my thoughts, I certainly hope she's home, the only other person I could go hideout with is - “No, I’m not hiding,” I need information before jumping to dangerous conclusions “I'm searching for other possibilities.” The only other people I could ask about this are Mick and Ketch, and I doubt that would go over well.

The front door clicks open, and Rowena immediately envelopes me in a hug. "I haven't seen you in far too long, y/n! How have you been?" I smile and hug her tightly, thank god she's home.

"I've been good! You're right it has been too long. Um, could I come in for a second?" Her smile falters for barely a moment, confusion clear on her features.

"Of course, dear. Are you alright?" I swiftly walk inside her apartment and turn to face her.

"Can you promise me that whatever happens, you won't tell Sam or Dean anything?"

"I wouldn't dream of it, did they do something I should know about?" Rowena asks, raising her chin with an air of confidence and protectiveness.

I merely hold my head in my hands, my elbows resting on my stomach, and pause a moment, wondering how to break the news. "Do you remember doing a spell for the Winchesters a while ago? One that had to do with Asmodeus?"

"Yes I do, took me a few tries to get it just right but it got them a location for the demon. I heard you were helping them in this case, is that why you're here?"

"Well yes and no. I was helping them on this case, but they didn’t ask me to come visit you," I turn around and walk further into her home, taking a seat on one of her armchairs. "I had a weird vision and I don't know what it means but long story short, the Winchesters, Castiel, Gabriel, and possibly Mick all think I'm the nephidemon they’re after."

I look up at Rowena, hoping for her to keep this secret. We've helped each other out of rough spots before, I'm sure she can do it again.

"Okay, tell me about this vision of yours." She states without judgment, taking the seat across from me.

I told her everything I can remember, and everything that happened after in the hotel. At some point in my retelling, she gets up and makes a quick drink for us both. Smells strongly of cinnamon but tastes more like a kind of tea.

Rowena takes her seat across from me again and cautiously says, "I don't mean to add anything negative to an already distressing situation, but that vision sounds a lot more like an old memory resurfacing." I nod, I already had a feeling that was the answer but hearing from her makes it so much more real. "I'm assuming you didn't tell any of the boys about this memory," I nod again, "And you're needing a place to lay low for a bit?" A knowing smile gracing her face.

"That would be the best thing right now, Rowena. Thank you." She smiles and waves her hand in a shooing motion.

"It's no problem at all, I do love your company." I laugh and fully relax for the first time since I left the motel today.

"Is it possible for you to do the spell again, but with the map only showing this city to see if I'm the thing Sam and Dean are hunting? Otherwise, it's probably back in my town and I'd rather be sure."

Rowena sighs and glances away for a moment, "That spell used a lot of rare ingredients so it would take a little finessing, of course, you're welcome to stay here while you figure everything out."

"Thank you so much, Ro, I owe you one."

"Make it two," she says, a playful smile evident.

"Deal. I just hope they don't try to find out where I am right now. I told them I would be staying home until I felt alright to help them with the hunt."

"I know Samuel knows where I live, but don't tell them where you are for now, who knows what they'll do if they think you're Asmodeus' child."

"Yeah, especially Gabriel."

She hums in agreement, deep in thought again. She looks back over to me and asks, "I'll probably need some help, finding the ingredients needed for the spell and all that, would you be alright if I gave my son a ring and let him know what's going on?"

"I've only ever heard of him but yes. If you could tell him to not tell anyone else then I'm totally fine with him being in the know for this situation." Although I don’t personally know her son, Rowena is loyal to a fault and I can only assume he was raised with that quality.

She stands up and claps her hands together, "Excellent, I'll go call him up right now and we can get this plan in motion." I watch as Rowena leaves the room and faintly hear her talking on the phone with I assume to be her son. I allow myself to get lost in my thoughts, I haven’t truly had a moment to myself where I could focus on processing everything the boys back at the motel said. Time seems to pass by extremely slow, hours have probably passed but there’s no real way to tell. I’m practically sleeping while sitting up with all the exhaustion catching up to me.

There was a slight noise behind me. I spin around to see someone standing by the door, a man with a beard and long black overcoat.

“Rowena!” I call out, grabbing my knife from my belt as I jump to my feet. The witch came back into the room, hanging up her phone, the strange man doing the same.

“Y/n, there is no need for that knife,” I look from her to the man across from me, slightly lowering the knife but keeping it out in the open, “allow me to introduce you to my son, y/n this is Fergus, Fergus this is y/n.”

The man pockets his cellphone, I hadn’t even realized he was holding one at the time. He then walks over and sticks out his hand, “Crowley, actually,” I shake his hand and place my knife back in its spot on my belt, “I have heard many things about you, and I have what you and my mother need to test your theory.” He gestures to Rowena, then a table in the next room covered in ingredients, sitting next to a small map of the immediate area. I have no clue how he could have possibly gotten all those ingredients this soon, but I’m certainly grateful he and Rowena are willing to help me.

“Wait, how on earth did you get all of these things so fast?” I ask.

Crowley laughs and replies cheekily, “I have my connections and a number of them owe me a favor or three, figured now is a good time to call them in.” I nod, looking between him and the table containing my fate. “Plus, it has also has been hours since you came here so I did have some time.”

“It’s been hours?? No, that’s not possible. I know I completely lost track of time but I’ve been sitting here for hours? I hope Ketch hasn’t tried to call me or anything, not like I have any answers for him yet.”

“Alright, let’s do this then,” I say, walking to the table and sitting down in front of it. Rowena and Crowley follow suit standing on either side of me. They begin saying the spell, adding different items as every word is spoken. Rowena beginning, and Crowley continuing where she leaves off. The tension builds as every second passes, I almost start shaking with anxiety but I take a few breathes to try and calm myself down.

A flame erupted and covered the map, making me jump in surprise. At first, it seemed as though the fire would destroy the whole map, but then as suddenly as it began, it went out. Leaving behind Rowena’s apartment building and the surrounding area. My only reaction is to sit deeper in my chair and pray to wake up from this nightmare.

A grounding hand falls gently onto my right shoulder, I know it’s Rowena but I have no idea what expression is on her face. Crowley cleans up the mess of the charred map and carefully disposes of the used up ingredients.

“Crowley,” I say, still looking at the table where my fate was revealed. I hear him come back to my left side and hum in recognition, “is there any way you can convince the Winchesters that I have a reason for not returning to this case? I feel like they are already suspicious of me and this sudden disappearance certainly doesn’t help my case.”

The demon remained silent for a moment. I look up and realize he is focusing on Rowena intently. I hope he isn’t asking her to stick her neck out for me more than she has already. I know both of their reputations with the Brits and angels are shaky at best. And it won’t take very much for the Winchesters to go back to hunting them like another monster.

“Well, the best thing I could do is have you call them and say you have a sickness of some kind, and you have to figure out what’s going on before you can continue the hunt in person.” He glances between me and his mother, and I feel her move. I turn to see her nodding her head, unsure if it’s for permission or as encouragement.

“How would they know you were in contact with me without looking like you were hiding something?” I question. I really do appreciate Crowley risking his life for me, but I can’t just expect it right off the bat.

He smiles mischievously, “I have my ways darling,” I nod with a small smile, “however,” Crowley continues, “then you have a tough choice to make.”

“And what could that possibly be, other than needing to seriously consider making me disappear to avoid whatever the other hunters of the world would want to do to me as some kind of disastrous hybrid?” I can tell that my little outburst concerned Crowley and Rowena, both stiffening and standing taller. I just hope it doesn’t deter them from keeping this a secret.

Crowley clears his throat and waves his hand in front of my face saying, “First of all, in case you haven’t heard, Lucifer had a child. Jack is his name, and even though his father is and always will be a monster that should be destroyed, Jack is one of the kindest so-called monsters to exist.” He grabs a free chair and drags it over to sit eye to eye with me. His eyes are earnest and his face caring, “You can hate yourself later, but right now there is no time for that. You’ve already given the Winchesters far too much time alone with too little information on why you’re not there. So, the tough decision is to choose between saying you’re doing so bad that you can’t afford to even take a phone call from them,” I look at him in disbelief. I mean, does he really think these people will believe that amount of bullshit?

“There’s no way they would ever buy that. They may be trusting but they aren’t stupid.”

“You’re completely right, dear,” Rowena chimes in, “the other option which they will be more likely to believe, is that you can still help with research, tracking possible demon signs, and call them if you have any ideas. But it’s best to go to someone you trust to see what made you faint and feel ill.”

“I wonder who those people would be,” Crowley chuckles at my comment. I know it’s going to be hard to lie, and even harder to tell a convincing lie, but there is no other way to protect people. I can’t stand the thought that all my life, I was protecting my town from horrific creatures when I should have just left and gone underground from the very beginning.

“Y/n, I know how you became a Hunter, and I know it breaks you inside thinking that you weren’t fully human these years. But don’t lose sight of all the good you’ve done, the lives you’ve saved and changed.”

“You a mind-reader or something, Ro?” I question the witch. She merely laughs and winks as she walks over to my go bag sitting on her beautiful couch.

“Now all that’s left to do is give those boys a ring.” She hands me my phone and I scroll through my contact list, landing on Ketch’s number. This has to happen at some point, if I keep them all in the dark it will only make this situation worse.

My screen then lights up with his contact picture, I guess he decided to give me a call instead. I answer it worried about what he might say. Rowena and Crowley quietly left and whisper in the room next to me as I pick up the phone.

“Hello, y/n. How are you feeling?” I sigh with relief, he still sounds like a friend, not a suspicious ally.

“Hi, Ketch. I’m glad you called,” my voice shakes a bit with nerves, I’ve never lied to him or Mick and now the Winchesters and two angels are on their side. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m not doing as good as I was hoping today.”

He lets out a long sigh, “I was worried you might say that. Is it just leftover effects from the fainting episode?”

“To be honest, I think the faint was more of a warning. I don’t think I’ll be there for a while.” I’ve never been good with silence over the phone, but with this big a lie to the person I trust the most, the situation is already weighing on me.

“Well,” he finally answers, “you do know we happen to have two very capable angels here that would be more than happy to figure out what’s going on with you.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the main problem.” I think sadly, “Yeah, I know, I happen to have two very capable experts that I’m going to go see about this weird sickness.”

“If you trust them, then that’s all that matters. Just keep me updated okay?”

It hurts hearing the care and patience coming from Ketch, I’ll have to make sure that no one ever realizes anything is off with me. “Will do Arthur, and hey, I’m sure I’ll be fine to do some research or demon sign tracking. Don’t count me out just yet.”

He laughs, sounding more confident, “Good with us, give me a call whenever you meet with these specialists, so I know you’re in good hands.” I promise to call him and quickly hang up. I don’t know what I did to earn such an amazing friend, but now I almost wish I never met him.

#supernatural #spn fanfic #spn fic #reader insert #sam winchester #dean winchester #crowley #rowena #gabriel #arthur ketch #mick davies #castiel #x reader #x y/n

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