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memelover1024 · 3 years

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Spy in Alexandria

The Walking Dead - Oneshot 1700 words

Daryl x Negans Daughter/Spy OFC

“How many walkers have you killed?”

“I don't know, a lot”

“How many people have you killed?”

“One”

“Why?”

“He killed my brother, he deserved it.”

Maria sat in one of the cells that they had at the prison, speaking to a man named Rick Grimes. Rick just thought Maria was a weak, small girl surviving on her own in the woods in the middle of the apocalypse. How wrong he was.

“Well i'm Rick Grimes, this is Daryl” he pointed to the beefy hunter staring at her from the corner. “And that's Carol.” Carol smiled at her. She shyly smiled back trying not to be annoyed. Of course she knew who these people were. She had been watching the prison for a week on the orders of her father. Since the group was large she had to gain their trust before her father could make his move, but these people didn't trust easily. This was going to be fun.

Two Years Later

“Don't do this Daryl. You'll get yourself killed, you know that.” she begged, following him out of the house they shared at Alexandria to where he kept his motorcycle, crossbow hung over his back swinging with his steps. He didn't respond to her and just kept walking. Maria knew Dwight and others would be waiting for him. They were making their move soon. She’d tried to delay the inevitable for the people she’d grown to love but she couldn’t stall any longer. Her father was now going to take what he thought was his. All she could do now was hope that the people she loved didn’t fight, more importantly keep the man she loved from getting killed before the real fighting even began.

“Daryl stop” she yelled, catching up to him grabbing his arm. He turned sharply to face her. A stern visage.

“Why do ya care so much ‘bout what I do” he asked angrily. They stared at each other a moment before Maria grabbed his neck and pulled his lips to hers. Daryl was shocked but then relaxed into her. She pulled away slightly and rested their foreheads together, noses touching.

“Cause I care about you daryl, so please. Don't go.”

“Why?”

“Cause your gonna get yourself killed, and I don't want you to die,”

“You don't know that,”

“But I do” she shrieked. He looked into her eyes.

“How” she wanted to scream at him, at her father at herself. She knew this was going to happen and she got herself attached. She wanted to tell Daryl the truth, about how her father had assigned her to gain their trust but that she fell in love with him, that she was loyal to both groups, not just one. But she couldn't do that. And she knew that if she did, Daryl would probably kill her or at least never trust her again. She knew her father would never leave her out in the cold. If he found out how she felt about her targets she would be punished but she wouldn't be abandoned or killed. Her father had never been a kind man and during the apocalypse he had only gotten colder, but he always kept her safe and she owed him her life. She wouldn't fail him. She could for the sake of her father, the sake of herself, and for the sake of Daryl, cause she knew if he found out about her feelings for Daryl he would kill him.

“You-you cant, you just can’t, you can't, daryl, daryl look at me. Please d-dont.”

“I have to ma’ marie, I'll be back, I promise.” he turned around and walked away towards the bike. He got on and left towards Sanctuary.

“Where is he going?” she heard rosita say behind her. She turned to fing rosita, glen and michonne all running up to her watching daryl leave alexandria. She turned back to watch him as well,

“He's goin after dwight.” she told them.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

The body of the man hangs above them, squirming and struggling. The group looked up at it with sad eyes. The man was still and they felt heat behind them. The roadblock was on fire. Simon's voice then rang through.

“Your treatin’ your people good, right? Like it was your last day on earth? Or maybe one of theirs? You better go, it’s gonna get hot. You go get where you’re going. Well meet you there.” Maria knew Simon was talking to her. It was his little joke anytime he would cross paths with them. He would imbed hidden messages in his words just for Maria.

The group was walking through the woods carrying Maggie on a stretcher. Maria had told them she knew how to get to Hilltop through a path in the woods. That was a lie, it was a path straight to the Saviors. She was leading one of her friends to their death. When they got to the clearing in front of a RV she stopped and they looked to her expectantly.

“Why did you stop? We’re out in the open. We have to get Maggie to Hilltop.” Abraham said to her. She looked at them, her eyes filling with tears.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered tears falling down her face. They all gave her confused looks except Rick. Rick knew. She heard footsteps behind her and she quickly wiped her eyes.

“Well Well Well. It’s so nice of you guys to join us!” Simon mocked a smile on his face.

“Maria?” Carl said to her shocked. Maria just stared at the ground. She couldn’t look at them. Simon started whistling the signature saviors whistle and the clearing was soon surrounded. Dwight and a few others came behind the group and put guns to their heads and took their weapons, forcing them down to their knees. A van pulled up to the clearing and out of the back they pulled Rosita, Eugene, Glen, Michonne, and Daryl. She stared at Daryl as they put him on his knees next to the others. His eyes raised to meet hers and she watched them turn from fear to heartbreak to disgust in a matter of seconds when he saw her on her feet next to Simon and realized what she had done. She wanted to run to him. To explain everything. To tell him she loved him, that she didn’t agree with the saviors and only followed him out of loyalty for her father. A father she didn’t want to love but couldn’t help it. She looked at her new family and mustered up enough courage to stay strongly,

“Don’t fight them.”

“Alright!” Simon announced from beside her. “Let’s meet the man.” Maria watched as her father stepped out of the RV wearing a sick and sadistic smile. She couldn’t watch as her father gave them his what’s your is mine speech so she just looked off to the side and watched the woods. She only turned her attention back to her families when her father walked up to Maggie and raised Lucille.

“Stop,” she said loudly but as respectful as she could, afraid to anger her father. He turned and looked at her for the first time in a little over two years.

“Not her,” she said more quietly. Stern but submissive enough to not anger her father. He smiled at her. And lowered Lucille. Then he just went about his speech. She didn’t take her eyes off him this time. He stopped in front of Carl, a boy that had become a little brother to her over the last two years, and looked over to her asking if he should be his target. She shocked her head at him. Telling him no. He nodded. He didn’t like being told what to do but he appreciated his daughter's advice sometimes and he knew she knew what to do in order to break these people. She just wished he didn’t. He went around his games and eventually landed on Abraham. When he swung his bat she forced herself to watch. She forced herself to experience the same pin the others were even though she was the one to cause it. After he was dead her father began to taunt Rosita will Lucille. She was about to tell him to stop when Daryl ran at her father and punched him. Maria let out a scream and fell to her knees. She knew what would happen now. Someone else was going to die. Either Daryl or someone else.

“Not cool man, I gave you a free pass the first time but still not fucking cool, I warned you what would happen,” he was about to kill another person when Maria ran to him and grab arm. She turned to her anger in his eyes but she didn’t care at that moment.

“You said only one person would die, only one,” she whispered, begging him to stop.

“It’s not my fault they didn’t listen to you sweetheart,” he told her, like he didn’t want to do it. He shook her off his arm and turned around and brought his bat to Glen's skull. She heard Maggie let out a streak. she just stared at her father killing one of their best friends. Eyes filled with tears, mouth hung open in a silent scream. After he was done he grabbed Rick by the collar and dragged him to the RV. Before he drove off he turned to the group.

“Now y’all behave for my daughter now alright. I don’t wanna kill any more of you but I will,” he turned to Simon “Maria’s in charge.” He looked at her and smiled. She gave him a small nod and faked a small smile. And with that he was off. Maria turned toward the people she loved, the man she loved but only saw shock and sadness in their eyes that wouldn’t meet hers. One person did look at her though. Daryl. But all he had in his eyes was hate, not just for Negan but for her.

#the walking dead #fanfiction #original female character

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spnsmile · 4 years

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Cas' reaction when he finds out Dean's liver failure

I can't really imagine how except pure shock and immediate tackle 😂

On the other hand.. ✨

Dean doing everything just to get Cas' attention because he can't stand the angel ignoring him for many days after a petty quarrel. Except the Angel of the Lord is so done with his shit that Cas refuses to even look at him. But Dean knows Cas weakness: Cas could never stop caring about him . And he loves Cas for this absolute fact.

At first, it's all deliberate.

He knows how Cas can't stand it when he's injured, so Dean would pull the most outrageous stunts just to see Cas looking at him in concern. Sam called him an idiot when he noticed but Sam's not the one hungry for the angel's attention.

So Dean times it. Needless to say, he's an acrobat, though lately his left shoulder's been aching like a bitch.

He begins with a fall on the stairs. Dean slips three steps down and lands on his stomach flat on the floor. The air gets knocked out of his chest, he lets out an exaggerated groan that must've shooed birds outside and made the most excruciating expression.

Both Sam and Cas rushed to his side, his brother asking him what hurts, 'what d'you think?' but Cas presses a finger on his forehead quickly upon seeing Dean's face without asking. Dean pulls away like he's burned. No way he's wasting any of his boyfriend's mojo for real.

The look of surprise on the hunter's face is mirrored on the angel.

And it worked.

Castiel transfixes him a glare so deep and said warningly, "Dean."

Attention taken. Dean doesn't let him so Cas is on him the entire day. He noticed bruising on his stomach after it and tells himself not to get too much into it.

The second time the chance opened, they are outside the car in an empty street. Cas is still inside the impala while the brothers prepare the weapons.

Dean gets a classic act of timing Sam shutting down the impala's trunk lid on his right hand. Of course it's just skin, but Dean can always exaggerate.

He yowls in pain while poor Sam frantically fumbles for the keys. Cas panics beside him when he checks the commotion and nearly ripped apart baby's lid away if Dean didn't snatch his red skin from the trunk, looking horrified.

Cas this time grabs his wrist. Did not even let him speak and just heals him, telling Dean Cas it's just a car in comparison to his limb so Dean doesn't talk to him for a day. Cas also unwittingly removed his bruising stomach.

Third time's a real accident. Dean simply pretended to fix the sink's pipe when a jolting abdominal pain hits him bad, he knocks his brain out when he pulls up- the thud is heard all over the kitchen. Dean groans because the bump is real and his stomach is in pain, so when he sees Cas already by the door, looking around the room where he heard Dean's cry, Dean calls for him.

The two looked at each other, the blue eyes round and wide while the green is teary from the pain. He watches as Cas walks toward him, kneels down and looks him searchingly in the eyes. Questionningly at first, then alarm.

He cradles Dean's cheeks on his palms, fitting Dean there, making the hunter blink for a moment. Cas suddenly clicks his tongue like he's chastising himself before he scoops Dean to his arms and stands up, carrying the hunter bridal style while the Dean complains aloud to be let down. Cas doesn't.

Not even when Sam stops to look from the kitchen doorway. One look at Cas'expression and Sam is moving out of his way, not wanting to be involved.

Dean goes on complaining until the corridor where Cas gives him this glare so piercing it shut the hunter's lip till they reach his room.

Heart pounding when Cas stops at the edge of the bed, Dean's thoughts crisscrosses on things they can both do, except he feels nauseus and cold at the moment.

Then his heart skips a beat when he sees Cas look at their bed.

For one wild moment, Dean thought Cas would drop him there and just ravish him. He saw the longing in the angel's eyes, so it's a surprise to him when Cas slowly puts him down and lays him across as gentle as possible like he's cradling a child.

But then Cas pulls the hem of his shirt up away from his stomach. Dean jerks up, excitement and nausea mixing in his body. Cas puts a hand on his shoulder, eyebrows contracted, blue eyes solemn.

"Don't move."

Dean blinks. He wants to ask what's wrong but the look is enough to silence the hunter and just trusts the angel.

"Dean, what do you feel?"

"Huh? Uh... well, I got a boner for one thing."

"We can take care of that later."

Dean chuckles, the shaking of his body making him groan. Castiel holds his arm. "Dean?" the angel suddenly touches his right side with the tips of his fingers and presses down Dean's stomach.

Dean chokes in pain, tears now welling up as he struggled to breath. Castiel quickly removes his hand, then gets his palm over Dean's stomach.

There's a pause then-

Dean sighs at the warm energy circling his side. Cas is doing something miraculous on his abdomen, causing Dean to sigh in relief. Then it's all gone.

Dean blinks and looks around inquiringly. Cas is still frowning over his exposed stomach.

"Cas?"

"How long have you been in pain?"

"Uh... Huh?"

"Your liver was failing, Dean. How could I let this happen? It's my fault. " Cas weakly says, slumping his ass down the floor while Dean scrambles to a sitting position with quick hand clutching the sleeves of Cas'trench coat. Afraid Cas would go away.

"Hey, hey... What did you just say? I got liver...?"

"Failure." Cas whispers, head bowed down.

"Okay." Dean frowns. Is that why he's been feeling weird lately? "Uh... So how's that your fault?"

"Because I'd been ignoring you for the past days..." Cas groans, slamming his palms on his eyes, "If I hadn't neglected you, this wouldn't have happened."

Dean surveys the angel for a moment, then he chuckles. It did not pain him anymore. Castiel glares up though, "You think this is funny?"

" I think you're over accepting responsibilities. Cas, how could my liver or balls' failure be your fault? This is my body, my responsibility."

"You're my responsibility." Cas replies flatly, "You're mine."

And that's when Dean sees how Cas sees him.

His.

"Come here, bed." Dean says, patting the otherside of the bed. Like magic, Castiel snaps his fingers and he stands up only in his boxers. Dean smiles as Cas tackles him on the bed, making Dean his little spoon.

"My body's failure is never on you, Cas." Dean explains quietly, "I'm human."

"With a boyfriend angel. That should make a difference." Cas isn't appeased. His grumpiness makes Dean chuckle.

"Are you going to heal me forever? You know... Like stop my skin from getting wrinkles and make me stay like some ken-doll forever?"

"If you permit forever."

"Yeah, but you're gonna date an old guy soo, Cas..."

"I think there's beauty in age." Cas murmurs on Dean's nape, nipping on the skin and sighing. "I think you'd look more beautiful with age, Dean."

"Like Tom Cruise?" Dean chuckles, squiggling away from the position so he can turn around the bed to face his angel.

"You're more, always will be. He doesn't even begin to compare. . " Cas says, pulling Dean closer and inhaling his scent. "Your soul will always be the same to me, Dean. No matter how your vessel looks like."

"You say that now. Wait till my hair is all white and my skin's all wrinkly-"

"So be it. I think you'll still look hot."

"Doesn't sound sexy at all." Dean pouts. "I mean, you're not the guy who has to walk around with a hot boyfriend on his arm like some pimp."

Cas suddenly props himself on one elbow, staring at his boyfriend with unequal intent, "Do you mean that?"

"Uhh... ?" The twinkle on Cas'eyes made the hunter go back to what he said just now. "What? The part of you being my pimp?"

"You and me staying together." Cas says breathlessly. Even Dean has to pause to take in the angel's too happy face. "You said..."

Dean frowns like this never occured to Cas? Then he remembered.. He never asked nor prepared to pop up the question. He did

"Of course, Cas. I mean, you're the one who can ditch me when you get tired of fixing my failing liver or failing kidney or failing personality. You're my it, Cas. Nothing to change that now."

"I'll never tire of you, Dean. We will grow old together if you want and then share your heaven some day."

"Second heaven, you mean. This is the first." Dean snuggles closer to Cas, basking himself in the angel's warmth.

"First it is."

"Of the many?" Dean asks.

"Of the many." Cas promises.

"Marry me." Dean looks Cas in the eyes, ring won't do because at that moment he knows he can promise Cas the moon.

Castiel gives him sunshine.

"Oh, Dean. Yes. "

#still dont know how to cut this 🔪

#destiel ficlet #anon asks #why ficlet tho #i dont know how else #castiel and dean are so real #castiel and dean #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel

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katymacsupernatural · 6 years

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A New Life Chapter 7: Torn

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary:You’re a Demon who is trying to erase all the bad you’ve done, by helping the Winchesters. But the price to be good can be too much, even for a crossroads demon.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

At that moment you didn't feel very demonic or evil. Frozen in your chair, your body shivered uncontrollably. .Crowley leaned forward, his eyes flashing red, trapping you in your chair. Trying hard not to flinch and pull away, you stared into the now calm chocolate eyes of the King of Hell.

"Did squirrel try to make another deal? I didn't think Moose had died again." Crowley said in your ear, his deep voice low and deadly.

"Moose and squirrel?" You squeaked, not understanding where he was going with this. Crowley played with the collar of your shirt, his eyes showing that he was growing impatient with you.

"Dean and that brother of his. What the hell were you doing with them?" Deciding that coming clean would be your best option, you told him everything. He stood up and paced in front of the fire as he listened, his face calm and controlled. That scared you more than if he had been yelling and kicking. A quiet, calm king was a deadly one, you had learned that quickly enough.

"So let me see if I got this straight. You're taking time off from being a Demon to become a bloody hunter? And with the Winchesters no less. Next you'll tell me you've never killed anyone."

"Well." You said, knowing he wouldn't like the truth.

"Bloody hell Y/N, what type of demon are you anyways?" Crowley muttered, completely baffled by you.

"A bad one?" You mumbled, unsure where this entire conversation was going. Crowley finally stopped pacing, his velvet robe settling around his legs. He sunk into his chair, pouring himself a nice glass of whiskey. Raising it to you in question, you shook your head.

"Won't even drink. Where did I go wrong?" He muttered to himself.

As you sat there, Crowley down the drink and poured another, his eyebrows creased in thought. Muttering to himself, you were only able to catch every other word, not enough to make any sense.

Finally coming to some sort of conclusion, he turned to face you. His face was full of glee, a look seldom seen on the King of Hell's face. This look of glee scared you more than anything before, and you knew you wouldn't like what was going to come.

"Do you know why I've always kept you close?" He asked. Shrugging your shoulders, you kept silent, not trusting your voice.

"Because no matter how hard I tried to break you, to turn you evil. I wasn't able to squash that tiny light that shown from within you. It drew me to you when you first summoned me, and to this day it still draws me in. You had such a beautiful soul, so sparkling and pure. No matter what we did, you wouldn't lose that spark of humanity. It was refreshing, being near someone like that in a place that is so dark and boorish."

"And?" You replied, in awe that you had something that the king was jealous of. "And this spark is what's going to pull off my greatest plan ever," Crowley exclaimed, almost rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

You stayed in the chair, your mouth open in shock as Crowley explained that he wanted to use you as his own personal spy.

"But, I can't be a spy! You said it yourself, I had a pure soul. How am I supposed to do something so deceitful? Sam and Dean will figure me out in no time!"

"That's why this is so perfect. You aren't evil. Hell, you don't even act like a Demon. They won't suspect you at all! And if I know Dean he's probably already trying to get into your pants. He could never resist a pretty face." At that, you blushed, showing Crowley your true emotions about the eldest Winchester. Crowley clapped his hands in excitement.

"I don't believe how easy this all will be. You will distract Dean with your feminine charms. Learning everything about them and those bloody Men of Letters. Then when the time is right, you will help us swoop in, and get rid of those annoying bastards once and for all."

With a flick of his hand, Crowley transported you back to your room in the bunker. Collapsing onto your comfortable bed, you held your head in your hands. Wondering just what kind of mess you had gotten yourself into. One minute you were living your boring life, the next you were learning to be a hunter. On top of that, becoming a spy at the same time. And on top of that, you were supposed to distract Dean. Distracting Dean wouldn't be too hard. You had already developed feelings for the green-eyed hunter. And you had a feeling he liked you as well. But now, you were worried that your job would get in the way, and you wouldn't know what your true feelings were.

As you contemplated everything that had gone on in such a short time span, there was a soft knock on your door. Standing up, you pulled the hem of your shirt down and patted your hair, before partially opening the door. A pair of green eyes met yours, a shy smile on a freckled face.

"Can I come in?" Dean whispered.

"Sure." You replied, holding the door wider. "But why are we whispering? "

"Because I don't want to wake Sam," Dean said, louder this time now that he was safely in the confines of your room. You stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do or say next.

"So I, umm." Dean started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I wanted to see how you were if you had everything you needed."

Smiling reassuringly at Dean, you sat on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to you. Dean complied, and he sat, his pajama pant leg brushing against your bare one. The slight touch sent shocks running through your body, causing your face to flush.

"Everything's fine Dean. I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me. You and Sam. You took me in when you didn't need to. You rescued me and gave me a place to stay, and a family when I didn't have one. I don't know how I will ever repay you."

Dean took that moment to put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Laying your head on his shoulder, you relaxed for the first time in days.

"You will have a home with us for as long as you want, I hope you understand that. And for repaying us, don't worry about it. It's the least we could do." Dean pulled his arm away from you, and you shivered at the lack of touch.

Before leaving, he leaned down and placed a sweet, chaste kiss on your cheek. Not something you would have expected from the big hunter, but it was a pleasant surprise.

"Sleep well." He told you, before closing the door behind him.

Touching your cheek, you knew that falling for Dean would be the easiest part of your job. But if Crowley had his way, it would be the hardest part too.

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awed-frog · 7 years

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Hey! So obviously everyone loved the episode last night - there was just so much destiel feels in there it's enough to fill up an entire football stadium. BUT I keep thinking that the writers might be trying to set Cas and Kelly up, because you know, it's supernatural, and I just feel like the possibility of destiel going canon is too good to be true. I mean, Kelly is great, but it would be the worst romance ever - weird and force and kinda cringey. Maybe I'm paranoid, idk. What do you think?

(via @anon) Idk if i like where this story is going… i dont want to see cas kelly baby stories and him raising the child :/ i want cas with the brothers :(

Hi - I’m squishing these two asks together, hope you guys see it. :)

The Nephilim: what’s next?

Look, the thing is - maybe the Nephilim will die in the finale, or maybe he’ll be the Big Thing in S13 - we still don’t know. What we do know, on the other hand, is that it would be very hard to work him into the story in a way that’ll keep Cas away from Sam and Dean. Like, you know - from a narrative point of view, what do you do with this thing?

Option 1 It’s born and it grows at a normal human rate. If this happens, the Nephilim will have no place whatsoever in the show, because babies are both hard to work with and boring boring boring, and as much as we, the demented viewers, want to see Dean and Cas making nonsense noises and cooing at this second Antichrist, it’s not going to happen. If this is where they’re going, we’ll have a Jesse situation: the Nephilim will be carted off to live with some other hunter (not Cas, because Cas is one of the main characters and is needed elsewhere), and we’ll never hear from him again.

Option 2 It’s born and grows Amara-style, turning from adorable creepy baby who moves stuff with his mind to overly attractive teenager who winks at Dean and makes him uncomfortable. I hope they’ll avoid this narrative, because we’ve seen the exact same thing last year, but if they do something like that -

Option 2a If the Nephilim is a bad guy, he’ll probably become S13′s Big Baddie, and Cas will have no reason to stick with him, so we’ll have the usual ‘only you can break me free from this mind control spell but nobody knows why’ trope and TFW will spend the rest of the season staring gloomily into space and wondering how to kill a semi-god, again.

Option 2b If the Nephilim is a good guy, he’s gone. There is simply no way they can keep around an allpowerful and benign deity without having massive problems. This is why they keep hurting Cas, remember?, because if Cas had his wings and his courage and his cold logic and his angelic self-confidence, Sam and Dean could spend their days playing beer pong in the Bunker. Cas would simply teleport himself wherever a monster has been spotted, look around with his x-ray vision, and then lift a finger and make a whole abandoned neighbourhood explode. And that’s it. So, well - like they did with Jesse, and even with Amara and Chuck - if this new kid is a Good Person, he’ll probably wander off on his own.

Option 2c If the Nephilim is a Gabriel-like morally grey trickster, it’s likely the Winchesters will still vote to hunt him down and kill him. They did it to Gabriel, after all, and if he hadn’t died (*wails forever*) in the war against Lucifer, I’m sure Sam, at the very least, would have gone after him. Tricksters work fine, or more than fine, as characters, but you don’t want one living in the same reality as you. Look at the messes Loki manages to whip up every couple of weeks - nope, if something is too powerful and you can’t understand how they think and feel, unfortunately the best option is to take them out. Better to be safe than sorry.

It’s still possible, at this point, that something happens and the Nephilim dies, likely with Kelly. This would make sense for a number of reasons, including that everyone except Cas, Lucifer and Kelly really wants this thing gone. The Host is gunning for him, Crowley would surely prefer he died, the BMoL (if they knew about him) would probably launch a nuclear grenade wherever Kelly is and to hell with ‘collateral damage’, and even Sam and Dean - they want to be normal and kind, but they might have no other choice, and if it comes to that, they know they must at least try to kill this child, because, yeah, NOT A CHILD, PEOPLE, and look at what happened with Amara. So maybe it’s not the Nephilim’s life that’s the big plot of next season, but his death and how it happens. We know we’re headed for some massive family conflict, and, in this sense, what’s going on with Cas is part of that. It’s those old what’s right and wrong, who’s your family, who do you trust questions Supernatural likes to throw at us, but, as we’ve seen in the past, whatever happens the endgame is what Dean just told us to our faces - him, Sam, and Cas working together, Team Free Will, because they’re better together and they’re family and that’s not gonna change, demonic baby or no demonic baby. So don’t worry too much - Cas won’t stay away for long.

Cas and Kelly: a romance in the works?

As for the romance part - I really don’t think that’s going to be a thing. I’m actually very surprised by the fact Supernatural’s gone out of its way, both in S11 and in S12, to show us that what you’d consider as ‘normal’ and ‘appropriate’ love stories aren’t a good idea at all. While we’ve seen some (brief but) wholesome examples of queer relationships, there’s usually something wrong with straight ones - from Kelly sleeping with Lucifer to those rabid people breeding in the street in The Chitters to that guy killing Sam to save his wife in Red Meat all the way down to the most glaring example - Amara’s unhealthy obsession with Dean - it seems the show is doing a lot to question the ‘normal’ way of doing things (getting married, having babies, ???, profit).

This is not surprising, since Supernatural, despite the monsters and the occasional blurring of focus, can be really ferocious in its social critique, and the breaking down of traditional marriage, just as the current erosion of women’s rights, are just as apparent as Supernatural’s traditional motive: the deindustrialization, and death by unemployment and desperation, of rural America. Like, I know we’ve all noticed that rich people normally equal jackasses, and we all joke about the ‘abandoned factory of the week’, but watching this show from Europe, where our traditional media vision of the US is glittering cities and top models and trust fund kids sipping cocktails by the pool, is really shocking. Those rapidly depopulating towns they stop into, the motels in the middle of nowhere, and even - can’t believe they went there - some meat processing plant kept alive by human sacrifices - that’s powerful stuff, and part of the reason, I think, this show is so appealing to Republicans. And, as I said, Supernatural’s been showing the breaking down of traditional families as well - only this season, we’ve spent some time with Jody and her unusual household of stray and rejected kids, and seen Mary walk away instead of assuming her ‘appropriate’ role of stay-at-home mom for Sam and Dean.

Cas and Kelly, I think - that’s the same pattern. Apparently, Kelly now regrets her relationship with President Whatshisface (“embarrassingly unprofessional,” she terms it) which is, again, a reversal of the traditional ‘the commoner married the prince and they lived happily ever after’ trope, because Kelly seemed happy and in love and it looked like the perfect thing, right? And we now know it wasn’t. So, again, this thing with Cas - on the surface, it could be a perfect ‘a child needs a mom and a dad’ kind of situation, but Supernatural’s message, which has gotten almost deafening over the last two seasons, is that free will and love trump all - that you shouldn’t do something just because that’s what we’ve always done - that you should queston things, find your own way, be true to who you are. So, well - Kelly is not a 1950s Stepford mom (she used to work in the White House, remember? which means she’s incredibly career-driven and most likely a shark) and Cas is no longer a mindless servant of some divine entity. It’s perhaps easier, for both of them, to go with that for a moment, because this is what they’re supposed to be - women are supposed to take care of children and be mothers even if it kills them, and angels are supposed to be fully dedicated to the mission and follow orders no matter the price - but the truth is, we have free will. We can decide who we want to be, and this is why Cas and Kelly teaming up rings so wrong and will never be framed in a positive light. So, again - whether Destiel becomes canon or not, Cas’ place is with the Winchesters, and this is just one more obstacle to overcome. That it takes the shape of that traditional family Cas was encouraged to form as a human and Dean can never give him (the pretty wife and the chubby baby), well, that was unnecessary and yet another fuck you to legally enforced normativity.

#ask #spn meta #cas and kelly #nephilim #destiel #deancas #some politics #heteronormativity #spn positive #destiel positive

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(Sixteen) teen woof;

My take on nogitsune.

Possession. Stiles gets posseed and then disapears. He’s mentally in a psych ward but he’s not there the nogitsune is like a weeping angel getting closer and closer.

Psych Ward [Not Real] Summer vacation when he’s home with the threat of an alpha pack [Real]

Lydia takes them to a basment shere the dead vessiln originally is.

Stiles see’s evidence of him doing things at the school (Cheminacls and bad pranks and threats, uses a camera and finds himself sleep walking. Figures out the ward is a fake since lydia takes him there and see’s it’s desolate and run down.

[This is fake as Lydia turns into nogitusne and it’s in his face, [

This place was never real, you’ve been asleep for a while,

Stiles wakes up harshly to see his pack before him and saying he’s been missing for two weeks.

They find stiles but he admits hes possesed. Peter tells them with Lydia and scott to go inside Stiles mind to combat it.

[Fake reality with scott lydia and Stiles at the school]

Fox chasing Stiles and Lydia then Stiles sacrifices himself and they all wake up back in the real world.

Stiles is currently playing Chess. In stiles mind their in the school and it has a golden glow of sunset once the sun goes down in stiles mind thats when the nogitsune takes over. Stiles wins and suddenly its noght and they find themselves at the real school and hear police sirens, ‘stiles’ laughs “Oh, oh he’s smart-” nogitsune lost his powers “ he sacrificed himself for you. Aha but trapped me in his place!”

Stiles was cold with a harsh air of amusment as he raised his hands “Sorry, Stiles is gone. And he’s never coming back.”

Next day, Noah drops of Stiles at Dereks and tells him to watch him, since the demon is weak as a human just not his son and can’t stand to look it him.

Derek takes in the imposter and as soon rises ‘stiles wakes up.’

Swarm chapter (Tails) Void finds the tails and reclaims each one reminiscing that he was close to eight tails until the oni killed him.

Knight takes Rook. (Possess boyd)

Checkmate. Finally all the pieces where in place everyone stiles had ever loved was taken hostage by an oni,

Scott, noah, dereck, mellisa, kira lydia, Alison Issac deaton,

Pawn, queen, king bishop bishop rook rook knight knight

he placed his hand onto the oak tree and placed the knifes of the oni by each point.

Then he suddenly uses mountain ash trapping himself inside. And talks of the japanise folklore and reveals that the nogitsune cant leave unless the body is changed.

Asks his family to snap the knives as the chest pieces to absorb the tails unti himself they obviously dint tryst him until.

“Do it, if you snap them I’ll bite of my own tongue and make you watch him die.” He slat clawing against the barrier pushing against it.

“Give them to me, and I wont kill him. “ it looked panicked until Derek remembered what peter said before.

“Chess is Stiles game,”

“It could be a trick-”

”no, the nogitsune always llays something else- I trust you.”

They snap it and the nogitsube splits apart like ink and tar fetting ripoed of stiles body Stiles falls away and yelps as he slips back of the tree stump with a roll and the black fox with intricate white lines and red eyes disapears into a puff of snoke, Stiles warily dtabds up and leads at te log to see the inage of the fix imprinted into the oak.

“We’re not done yet.”

“Hey spoilers for the ending this is basically ferngully”.

Absorbing the tails within himself does that. Stiles then devoits himself to the inari fox and becomes a kitsune himself changing his body it wasnt enough hence the tails turning into chess pieces.

The oni along woth Stiles at the god Kanima

“And thats, checkmate.” It burns out the Nogitsune like smoky tar pooling out of his chest it skitters and tries to escape the mountain ash but the chess pieces intercept and it explodes in a flash of light the inky picture of a inverted fix with red eye painted in the centre if the (tree).

Stiles panted staring down at the image, it alnost looked like the horryfying black rabbit from watership down.

“H-Asks deaton to trap the inky nogitsune into the tree. It grows leaves with japanise paper and red threads hanging through the tree branches the leaves blossoming.

Then stiles wins the last game.

Void is empty is sadness what feeds it?

He’s still a void kitsune but instead of anger chaos and strife its love peace family.

“But how is that a bad thing?”

“I need constant emotions of it or I’ll die.”

“Needy bitch arent you.”

Tarot structure. Exposition: The world Card. false sense of security, for now a repreive a sense of accompkishment and achievment and started the ball rolling of his next quest without realisung it. Prepares to take the first step of his next adventure.

Rising Climax :becoming himself like pinochio hes becoming a real boy. His transformation is complete and yet isnt. He wants to do something more serve somthing greater than himself he wants to share his gifts with others,

Like posses boyd cora etc

Climax do it yourself, turn trash into treasures create as much comfort and beauty in the world and pay attention to the smallest details.

Reciding carefully assess your work and invest wisely value good work but dont purchase above your means.

ending small but heartfelt acys of kindness can change the situation, accept the gift without suspicion

(Seventeen)

Stiles can see threads. And he is freaking out.

The nogitsune possesion affected his eyes.

He touches his dads thread of fate and Noah starts crying Stiles feels terrible but Kira’s mother (Forgot her name) Tells him his gift and it might fade with time. Instead it became stronger he became a kitsune like Kira but his ability is the void he can take things away and make them his own. But the nogitsune took away strife horror and agony. (Nogitsune only wanted angst) while stiles slowly figures out that love and trust and re tying his connections with the others. Erica Boyd Issac (Hell he even sorted their drama out tha hey scott issac was abused and now you’re flinging him around FU.) And finally goes to see Allison in hospital.

Everything was going great then Derek arrived with a red string attatched to stiles finger...Shit....along with the alphas.

Blue:Trust Green:Family Red: Soulmate Yellow: friendship White: New beggining : Black: Ill intent (Palm)

Plot story for both: Druid teacher lady did the sacrifices but wasn’t revealed yet for everyone to find the nemeton and she escaped to the other town with her magic to defeat the alpha’s both weren’t in beacon. Stiles deals with the nogitsune which happens faster than the series promised. Stiles switches through dreams and realty while both Scott and Allison deal with their own problems, the eichan house ward is not real it’s the (crying angel) Nogitsune that comes closer and closer it symbolises how close he is to posses styles the eissary deatons sister is the only one who can reach out to stiles in the ward along with lydia who founds him in the basement trapped alone.

(Eighteen)

Hotel translyvania.

Jhonny and Dracula get togetsr based on the first movie.

Everythings the same except

Mavis meets the vampire hunter vanhellsimg (who is teblling) at hawaii.

They adopt dennis while fighting against vladmir who is unaccpeting of Jhonny and the hunter.

And of the grandfather who fights against mavis for being a vampire

Nineteen: Little Mermaid.

Ursula (image of her holding up ariels chin with her finger telling her the deal)

Ariel starry eyed “On second thought) her finger stroking ursula's palm “Forget about Eric, I’d rather spend some time with you.”

Ursula + flotsam and jetsum (huh?)

Its like a beauty and the beast type deal.

Ariel goes out with her, but ursula said no- then yelled at her to leave. when flitsom and jetsum go with ariel and tell her how amazing ursula is (though she’s not)

“Instead of having these guys sitting there being useless and grabby how about you turn then back to normal send them to antlantica and have them be spys and report back.”

Ursual opens her mouth… then closed it. She did have her crystal ball to do that though.

Ariel waved her hand “Sure you can only watch one thing at a time on this though.”

Ariel talks to couple from song “You liked her before she changed.” He nodded “Yeah, i just thought if I wasn’t so wimpy and scrawny looking-”

“I like how you look.” The woman said her eyes tearing.

Ariel smiles l think you’re both beauitful. Everyone in atlantica is ‘perfect’. But there the same… you guys are different but beautiful.

The mermaid that saw beauty in everything.

Ursual takes ariel up top for a date the sailors watch these strange beautfiul sisters arrive Ariel and Vannesa.

Ariel has the vouce if an angel but ursual.

“Cannit two legs!” She snaps sounding the same making the sailors go nope. One had the voice of an angel alright but the other had the voice of a hag.

Ariels legs hurt from dancing and walking and vannessa sighs and tends to her legs. (Kisses her leg and Ariel flushes as scarlet as her hair)

Then they talk by the lake and ariel admits how her father destroyed her grotto and urusala. Is. Pissed.

“How dare he do that!?” She scowled “How would he like it if i came into his palace and destroyed his shit- fuck it we’re going right now!” Ariel stared then gasped “What no- Ursula you’e rocking the boat! It’s fine it’s okay!”

“Its not okay!”

She seethed her tenticles coming out and ursula saw ariel stare her mouth opened in shock.

Ursula reeled back in horror “Sorry- do they scare you?” Ariel’s face flushed bright “No-” she sounded breathless “No- I...like them.” Ursula blinked oh...oh!

She leaned forward on the boat “You like them?” Ariel leaned back “Yea-ah!” The boat tipped and they fell into the lake.

Ursula changed back from vanessa her form growing larger and saw Ariels face, Ursula looked away she never thought anything about her looks before, she was comfortable the way she was...but seeing ariel she felt rotten.

Ursula sighed with ariel cuddled against her in the lair.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hmm what?”

“I know you prefer my other form- that I’m not perfect.”

Ursula was fat and ugly and how Ariel was here had to be some joke from Tritan.

Ariel snuggles closer “Nonsense, your other form is nice but this is better- youre big and can hold me like this and your arms are so,” ariel breath leaning her head back “So big and your-” she flushed thinking of ursuala backside how it moved fluidly and her low cut back.

“My what?”

“Your ass.” Flotsum said snickering ariel flinched “No-”

“You’ve been staring at it everytime she turned around.”

Urusla only stared as ariel covered her face with her hands.

Ursula smirked holding ariel tighter “So you only like me for my body- i see how it is.”

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Stiles and his dad have been moving alot since he was a teen and stiles had to mature a bit quicker because of it since he was smart he was able to keep up in class and managed moving around fine.

The only issue was both he and his father noah having to ask permission to te head alpha of the area for permission to stay there but thankfully that wasnt the case of beacon hills since there was no alpha to ask.

Being a werewolf was another thing stiles adapted to like a duck to water but then he met laura hale and saved her life from peter and now he has to deal with scott who was hitten as leter sees laura and derek as pack since stiles as an omega he doesnt count now stiles is helping scott with being a werewolf freaking out over allison helping derek who got shot pretending hes a hunter with the argents trying to stop gerard from sniffiing out the place while nervously asking lydia to the prom only to find his past catching up with him but this time he finally has a strong back including argents a fox and a banshee to help him and a druid, hi ms blake.

Derek slanned stioes against the wall and distrusts him and stiles is like itsyour uncle! If anyone should be slamming people into Walls it should be me wait- thats not right laura helps him out.

Stiles goes to peters alartment and asks to join his pack and stiles tells him his plan.

Sees noah get get shot by gerard and completely wolfs out and becomes a true allha to save him stiles went from omega beta to alpha now deucaln has his trail and stiles has a pack to follow him now as peter loses the allha power. Malia comes out the fold so now peter is chill they make erica issac and boyd into werewolves derek is naive to think that they were sick or alone and needed help stiles says its because if they disapear or die no one would care about them.

Tarot:

Exposition: hierophant

Rising emporer

Climx empress

Descending high priestess

Ending magician

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