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proxis-shattered-expectations · 2 years

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OMG, yay! Ever since the Kenobi series came out, my inner geek as been flourishing. Combine that with my love for Darksiders and you get my brain child: Darksiders in Star Wars AU.

Also, forewarning, this is possible going to be a shot-after-shot thing, curse hyperfixation.

So if you are willing, could you do a HC for the Horsemen going into space for the first time? Im sure they’d freak if they went into hyperspace or be stunned if they passed by novas or nebulas or other planets and moons.

Ooof ..... Quite an interesting prospect. Personally I don't think they would be that shocked at seeing space or hyperspace considering the nephilim were traveling the cosmos looking for planets to inhabit. But I am willing to bet other sci fi factors would surprise them. And so I'm gonna headcanons a wide spectrum of their reaction to the star wars universe.

Death

. This guy being the oldest claims nothing surprises him anymore. He has done many things considered impossible in his long life, so his sense of wonderment has been dulled.

. But at the prospect of smaller, weaker beings capable of space travel through means of technology and not magic....consider him impressed. He won't admit it though.

. Knowing him he would probably want to explore the outer rim and whats known as the unknown regions. Civilization and politics never interested him, he is much more invested in exploring worlds with natural life.

. Meeting a Droid would make him uncomfortable. Not in the sense that it scares him, as much as he is used to talking to things that are imbued with magic or a literal soul/undead. Not a A.I. with a circuit board for a brain that is made to convenience living beings.

. He is a necromancer, so a metal being that simulates life without magic or a soul being a part of that puzzles him

. Would he want to take it apart? Not really as he doesn't want to exert effort or show he is interested, but if he were to find the blueprints, or someone teaches him, he would not object to learn how it's done.

. Don't even get him started on the living force.

. I think he out of the four would have a better understanding of the force and it's role in life and death.

. Him being the literal embodiment of Death and Rebirth, would have a distaste for both the Jedi and the Sith.

. Not only do they bear and eerie resemblance to heaven and hell with the dichotomy of good and evil, but that their teachings and beliefs are too extreme.

. He is a strong believer that anything that claims to be of one faction without any sort of balance spells chaos for him. He is a horsemen, so that sense that these two factions act in opposites without compromise is unsettling.

. At the same time he doesn't try to actively seeking them out because he thinks they need to figure that out themselves or better yet waste their time bickering until they destroy each other due to the imbalance.

. I don't think the diversity of Aliens would be surprising to him, I mean he has seen Uglier.

. In all, is intrigued that there is a bigger universe beyond his sense of creation, but really doesn't let that spark his wanderlust too much because he is under the impression that something out there would disappoint him even more.

P.S. let's just say he were part of the Star wars universe, I think he would be similar to the Kage Race

War

. You had him at Aliens.

. I mean technically speaking he would be considered an alien too, seeing as how he is an otherworldly being that is not human.

. But the prospect of worthy opponents and adversaries amongst the stars is his main focus.

. Also he wants to slay a Krayt Dragon, and nothing can sway him from this.

. Space travel may not be new to him, and while the sight of the stars is amazing, I think he would not be a fan of traveling space in a ship of any kind.

. Call it pride, but he would not trust his well-being in a case of metal traveling at light speed. His size plays a big part in this distrust, as he feels he could break something important.

. Besides he much prefers traveling by phantom steed or portal.

. He is slightly impressed that technology is their scientific attempt at achieving flight through the stars, laser guns, medical innovation, prosthetics, and weapons of galactic warfare. But most of all, he would want to see a lightsaber.

. Mind you, he is content with his gigantic flesh cleaver Chaoseater, but hearing about a sword that harnesses a kyber crystal with a laser as it's blade is something he wants to see.

. If not for his desire to see how it would do against his own blade, his interest lies in a test of metal to truly see if it can cut through anything

. Speaking of Technology, don't put him near a Droid. For the Droid's sake, just don't. His gauntlet and sword does not discriminate between automatons that he views as an abomination, no matter the size or function.

. Hell if he didn't have murderous intent towards anything with a mother board, he'd probably just end up breaking it on accident.

. The concept of the force is intriguing to him tho. The idea that depending on the person, they could harness this unseen element and use it like telekinesis. He would find it fascinating.... And thus want to fight them just for the challenge.

. While he does find similarity of belief with the jedi pertaining to justice and order, I think he would understand the passion of a sith. But other than that, he doesn't see any side as true bringers of balance considering the clone wars.

P.S. Side note, if he were from this universe, his race would be Arkanian.

Fury

. New Worlds to explore teeming with otherworldly beasts and new stars. She is interested

. Just don't put her anywhere near or like Coruscant, she would despise the corrupt politics and crowded spaces.

. While she would hate to admit it, is impressed with the technology that can do some things that even magic can't. Especially weaponry. Though her tastes don't lie with lightsabers or blasters, more with the other variety of weapons.

. Also would take this to the grave, but secretly loves some of the droids. Not the ones that walk, usually the smaller droids. Ngl, would probably take one for herself.

. Doesn't care for the jedi or sith, seeing their squabble similar to the war between heaven and hell, just taking place on multiple worlds. She thinks it is a waste of time.

. Her wanderlust is much more potent than Death's and would love to travel the Galaxy.

. Would actually appreciate the prospect of Bounty hunting in a galactic scale, that people specifically train to hunt and or kill targets for sport. She would like the thrill more than the financial reward or fame.

. Also like War, wouldn't hesitate to throw hands with big dangerous Aliens to test her strength. Gundark and Rancor are especially a delight.

. In all, could be a galactic terror on those her cross her

P.S. I headcanons her Alien Race to be either Dathomiran Nightsister or Mikkian.

Strife

. So while he is not unfamiliar with space travel, would actually love spaceships. He thinks it is mind-blowing just how much other beings are capable of.

. True to his nature would love to travel, and also collect souvenirs from wherever he visits. From rocks, plants, artifacts, and trinkets from different cultures. You name it, he probably has it or is on the lookout for it. He could probably start a rare items shop with the things he has.

. Hell if he had his way would probably try to adopt all manner of seemingly cute creatures he finds despite his siblings behest.

. As soon as he finds out about blaster and lightsabers, he wants one

. When it comes to droids he finds them hilarious and entertaining. A lil creepy sure, but I think he would be fascinated with how they work. Even to the point of seeing how they tick so he could learn to replicate it.

. He would even talk to them like real people, considering same have an adaptive A.I., and love to test just how advanced they are in processing power.

. Would actively seek out crime to shoot just for fun. Until he finds out about the galactic criminal under world and it's slave+illegal animal business...well now would be on a mission

. If left to his own devices, could wreck havoc on the criminal heiarchy, and cause so much damage/death of leaders and henchmen, he would be akin to a boogeyman of sorts without even knowing it. His reasons would be either he is bored, or the business doesn't sit well with him.

. Bounty hunting is something he definitely has experience in, and so would have no trouble blending in and knowing how it works.

. You know he is the type to go around with a chart. Comparing other aliens ugliness to Demons to see if there really is something uglier than a demon.

. Actually has a harder time understanding what the force is. While eager to learn, can't understand why two opposing factions would take such extremist stands on what is good or bad. While he does agree with some of the Jedi beliefs, would have personal beef with the attachment rule.

. Just like Fury is disgusted by the galactic politics, and is even more verbal about it.

. In all, it's like taking a hyper, Trigger-Happy Cowboy Kid to a candy store with laser guns. Having the time of his life while causing misery to those who never expect a Nephilim sharpshooter in their Galaxy.

P.S. You bet your ass he is a Mandalorian. Dual wielding sharpshooter where the whole get up is helmet and armor with a cool jetpack. There is no question.

Thanx for the ask! And let's not get too crazy with sending a big series of asks, don't wanna burn myself out.🤣😂

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maxineswritingcenter · 3 years

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Maybe in Another Life - Dean x fem!reader part 4

In this universe, Chuck had won, Dean, Sam, and (Y/N) were the only ones left. They must find another reality to live so they can find a way to bring back their own. But after getting separated, (Y/N) must find her Dean while working with this universe’s hunters.

Also Season 15 spoilers

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2005

(Y/N) was a young hunter down on her luck. She was on her last twenty bucks and her last tank of gas. She wanted to get this hunt done so she could go down to Vegas to hustle a couple old men out of a couple hundred bucks. Selling pictures of her body wasn’t honest work, but it was work.

For right now, hunting was more of a duty than a pay bill, her parents had been killed by a vampire clan with (Y/N) narrowly escaping. So when she heard that the vampires who killed her parents were back in town, she wanted revenge. The only problem was that she had to team up with John Winchester. The guy was a complete hardass, military-like instructions. He had little to no respect for anyone, including his own kid.

After the hunt and telling Mr. Winchester the place on her body that he could place his dusty, crusty lips on, she was walking back to her car or as she liked to call it, the mansion. Behind her, she could hear a car pull up and John Winchester saying he would be back soon. She looked over her shoulder, seeing John getting in a car and his son, Dean watching the car leave.

His eyes then landed on her. Dean started jogging towards her car. This outta be good. The guy was a flirt... A good flirt, but a flirt nonetheless. But something told her that behind shell was a heart of gold and so much trauma, it reminded her a lot of herself. Alone in a dark world that kept getting darker.

“What’s wrong? Daddy dearest kick you out?” She asked as she opened the door and threw her bag into the passenger seat.

“Uh no, he went out on his own for a hunt.” He looked at the ground awkwardly, “I wanna apologize about him. He’s kind of-”

“An asshole?” She finished the sentence.

Dean slipped his hands into his pockets, “I was gonna say rough around the edges.”

“If by rough you mean sandpaper.” She looked at him, “Sure.”

Dean smiled, his bright green eyes sparkling, “I guess. Uh, where you headed?”

She sighed and looked at him, “I dunno. Wherever I can earn my next dollar.” She got into her car and closed the door, turning the key. And turning the key. The key, turning. Car not starting.

“Son of a bitch!” She slammed her hand against the wheel. Dean gave her a innocent looked, leaning down into her window.

“Did you know this model is notorious for just not working?”

She looked back at him, “I am well aware.” She rested her head against the steering wheel, “It was all I could afford at the time. And now I’m screwed.”

“Well...” He opened her door, “You could hitch a ride with me.” She turned her head, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What’s the catch? Because this.” She motioned to her body, “Aint free.”

Dean backed off quickly, holding his hands up in surrender, “Woah woah, sweetheart. I ain’t that kinda guy. Not that you’re not...” He looked her up in down, “Incredibly beautiful. But I feel like you deserve it after my dad said what he said.”

“You mean when he told me that the reason the vampires killed my parents was because I wasn’t strong enough at the ripe age of ten?” She got out of the car, grabbing her bag.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He smirked, “I also wanted to apologize for that over a slice of pie at that diner we passed on the way into town.” She hummed, tapping her chin as she walked to the back of her car, hitting it just right so that the trunk opened.

“I don’t have any money.” She said, “So I can’t pay you back until later.”

“I don’t have money either.” He shrugged, reaching into the trunk and grabbing a suitcase of all her worldly possessions, “I’m just really good at shooting pool.”

“Hey dad, it’s Dean again... Why aren’t you answering your phone? And what the hell was that voicemail you left me?” (Y/N) watched Dean grip onto the payphone tightly. They were sitting outside an apartment near Stanford university where Dean was going to talk his brother into trying to find their dad on a hunt that he hadn’t come back and hadn’t answered his phone. In the days since Dean and (Y/N) had been driving, they had actually gotten to know each other very well, they were becoming close friends.

After the line went dead, Dean got back into the Impala and cursed, gripping onto the steering wheel.

“Look, you don’t have to be apart of this if you don’t want to.” Dean looked at (Y/N).

She shook her head, “You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Dean-Bean.” She reached into her bag of cherry twizzlers, taking a bite, “Plus.” She said around the candy, “He may be an asshole, but he probably needs help.”

Dean chuckled, leaning over and taking a bite of the twizzler in her hand, “I appreciate it, sweetheart.” He winked.

“Awh.” She pouted dramatically, “I don’t get a fun nickname?”

“How about snookums?”

“Oh absolutely not.” She laughed.

“Honeybunches?”

“No.”

“Sugar booger?”

“The Spanish word for no is no.”

Dean shook his head, “Alright, alright. How about sweetheart when you’re sweet, and sweet-tart when you’re a little crabby?”

“I do not get crabby.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows at her.

She rolled her eyes, reaching down on the floor of the car in front of her and pulling a burger out of the bag, “Shut up and eat.”

2006

After the semi truck crashed into them, John, Sam, and (Y/N) were left with minor injuries while Dean was left in critical condition. He was in a coma, hooked up to a wall of machinery and a breathing tube in his throat.

(Y/N) had been confined to her room with a broken ankle, kept in touch by Sam who would come in to explain what was happening. Dean was in the space between life and death and John was going to summon the demon he had been searching for to get revenge against him for... well, for everything.

As she lay in her bed, tears in her eyes, she spoke to no one, but hoped he was listening.

“I don’t know if you’re hear right now, Dean. But...” She inhaled deeply, “But I want you to know that I love you.” She chuckled, “And I know you’re probably thinking that I’m only saying this because you’re having your out of body experience moment and you could die. The reality is that I love you. You put up that flirty, whore persona, but I know who you really are. Those nights when we’re alone and we talk about our lives together and depression backstories. I’ve never trusted anyone more. And I love you. So...” She looked around, “So please, don’t die on me. I don’t know if I can do this without you.”

Finally, (Y/N) had managed to get into a wheel chair in the night, the night that Dean woke up. The night John died in the basement of the hospital, giving his life for Dean’s.

Sam was passed out asleep in a chair next to Dean’s bed while Dean was wide awake, staring out the window.

“Hey...” She said softly, rolling up to the side of his bed. He glanced at her, a small smile pulled at his lips.

“How’s it goin’, hot wheels?”

She sighed, “You were literally in limbo this morning, but now we’re laughs?”

“Gotta get through the pain somehow.” He looked back towards the window. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a slight squeeze.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” She said, “My last words weren’t kind to him. If I would have known...”

Dean shook his head, “Nah, you had every right to talk to him like that. Especially after the last few days.” He looked down at her, “I heard you by the way.”

Her eyes widened, “No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“No, no, you didn’t.”

“You called me a whore.” He spoke in a hushed voice, taking a small glance at Sam before looking back at (Y/N).

“Well, you are.” She shrugged, “Kinda.”

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed, “Look... My point is... The feelings are mutual.” Her eyes widened.

“I was on death’s door, I’m not gonna deny what I’m feeling anymore.” He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles, “I love you.”

As they started searching around the town, Sam was finally able to get ahold of Dean.

“Dean? Dean, is everything alright?” Sam asked into the phone. Jack and (Y/N) head’s snapped back towards Sam on the phone. Her heart felt a little less heavy then. Dean was alive and that meant she hadn’t lost everything.

“Okay, we’re in downtown Hastings, we really need to plan out our next move.” Sam said. After a moment, Sam looked up at her, “Yeah, she’s still here.”

That was the other thing that made her heart feel heavy, call it survivors guilt. She came from a dead universe, just like all those hunters had, and she was still there.

It was scary being on an empty planet. You never realize how much noise the world made until the world had gone silent. Everyone in Hastings was gone. Everyone in Minnesota was gone. The whole world. They were all that was left. They made to an intersection on an empty street. Cars stopped or crashed where they were last operated. The soft puttering of the Impala made them pause. Dean parked it on the street corner, getting out and looking around the abandoned town.

Dean walked over to the group, closest to (Y/N), reaching down and holding her hand. She welcomed this touch, knowing it well. He was devastated, he needed something to ground to the world. He was shaking slightly, not enough to be detected by the human eye.

“Everyone's gone.” Sam said, “You see anybody on the way here?”

“No.” Dean answered, sounding like he didn’t believe it himself.

“I couldn't save anybody. Billie-”

“It wasn't Billie. It was Chuck.” Dean said.

“What?” Sam and (Y/N) asked together.

“Where's Cas?” Jack asked. It was only then that she realized that Cas was no where to be found. And when Jack said his name, Dean’s hand clenched down on hers.

“Dean?” Sam asked hesitantly.

Dean looked everywhere but the Nephilim, “He saved me. Billie was coming after us, and Cas summoned the Empty. It took her. And it took him. Cas is gone.” Jack looked like his whole world had fallen apart, and it had. His father was gone.

“This can't be happening.” Sam shook his head. Maybe in a state of shock.

“It is, Sam. I think everyone's gone.” Sam shook his head, bringing his phone out and making a call.

Dean dropped her hand, walking to the young boy, “Jack, I'm sorry.” (Y/N) stayed in his position in the street, looking around.

This was impossible. They had no option. No plan. It all seemed so hopeless. Maybe she couldn’t save them... She couldn’t save this world. How could she save a world that was already gone?

They made their way to a diner in town and made their way inside to regroup. The diner looked like everyone had dropped what they were doing - eating- and disappeared. Food was still on the table, the fryer was still crackling in the kitchen. On the television was what was supposed to be a football game, but all the screen showed was an empty stadium and an empty field.

“Hey,” Dean motioned to the TV, “It brings a whole new meaning to the term "sudden death." He turned the bar’s tap off so the stream of beer coming from the stout ceased.

“Do you think we're it?” Sam asked, “All that's left?”

Dean chuckled darkly, “Yeah. You, me, her, Jack.” He looked out to the window where Jack was sitting on a large cement planter. He asked for space to come to terms with the fact that Castiel was gone. He needed it. Honestly, they all needed it. She had lost Cas before, but losing him again was twice as hard. Dean had poured himself a pint. Alcohol had always been his vice.

Soon enough though, Jack made his way inside, staring at the hunters, “Hey. So, um, what now?”

“I did this.” Sam spoke up, “We could have just given Chuck what he wanted, you know, his grand finale. But I resisted. I pulled the thread. I thought we could beat this game, do it better. We tried to rewrite him, and the whole world paid the price.” Sam looked at (Y/N), “I’m sorry. But you’re mission to save us... I ruined it.”

“Sam, we can-”

“We can what?” Sam interrupted his brother, “There's nothing left, Dean. No one left to save. Everybody's gone.”

“You can't just give up.” Jack spoke up.

“What other choice do we have?” Sam snapped back.

Sam and Dean decided to hash it out with Chuck, agree to his ending of brother against brother. If it meant that they could get things back to the way it was, maybe they could try something new. They had dropped (Y/N) and Jack off at the bunker before leaving.

The two were left at the bunker, hoping the plan would work, but frankly their nerves were shot that hope seemed like a fever dream. (Y/N) had made food but both of them were too emotionally devastated to really eat.

As (Y/N) was cleaning up dishes, Jack walked into the kitchen silently.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

She turned and gave him a soft smile, “Yeah?”

Jack came around, grabbing a dish towel and slowly drying off a bowl, “I was just wondering what I was like in your world.”

She hummed, “You’re pretty much the same. I think you ate a little more nougat though.”

“I feel like I was happier.” He said, drying a cup.

“Why’s that?”

Jack paused his drying and looked up at her, “Because I would have had you since the beginning. You have been so kind and warm to me. Even after all the things I’ve done.”

She looked at him, handing him a plate, “Jack-a-bug, you have powers that angels have had millennia to master.” She looked at him, “You’re still learning. When you’re learning sometimes you do things you didn’t mean to and you feel awful. But for how long you’ve been with us, with how much you’ve learned, I think you’re doing great.”

Jack nodded and then looked at her with a head tilt that reminded her so much of her friend in the trench coat, “Jack-a-bug?” He asked.

She let out a small laugh, “Oh yeah.” She shook her head, “That’s what I called my Jack. I had a lot of nicknames for you. Sweet boy, Dean two, Jack-a-bug. I’m pretty sure he hated it though.”

“No.” He said, “I like them. They make me feel... Special.”

She smiled, cupping his cheek, “That’s because you are. Not because you’re a Nephilim. Because you’re ours.” He smiled weakly, then excused himself to bed.

(Y/N) was sitting at the world map table, waiting for the brothers to get home. When they did, she stood up from the table, look expectantly. Sam only shook his head and went straight to his room. Dean however stood in the entrance of the room.

“What’d he say?” She asked. She had an idea of the answer, but she needed to hear it.

“Uh, he wants us to rot here.” He said casually. He walked into the room, cupping her cheeks in his hands, “So what do you say me and you play catch-up over some whiskey?”

“Dean-” She said, holding his wrists to take them off her cheeks.

“Sweet-tart.” He sighed, looking down at her, “There’s nothing we can do right now. Or maybe at all. Please.” He rested his forehead on hers, “Can we please just... Let’s just have tonight. No universe difference, no your Dean my (Y/N). Just be mine for tonight.”

“Okay.” She said softly, giving his hands a squeeze, “But if you call me sweet-tart again, I’m gonna drink your good whiskey that you hide in garage.”

He narrowed his eyes, a sly smile on his face, “How do you know where I hid that?"

She hummed and leaned up, rubbing her nose on his, "Who do you think put it there in the first place."

He chuckled, dropping his hands from her face to her hands, pulling her towards the garage.

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katerinabythesea95 · 3 years

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Jacks angel pt two

Your not just a human, you're my human." Jack says staring into my eyes intensely. Sam clears his throat.

"How about we go to the dining room and get to know each other?" He suggests, opening the door. Jack and I smile at each other, and follow Sam out of the room. we go to the dining room and see a dirty blond scruffy looking man in a bathrobe. Dean Winchester. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages and just...depressed. His dull green eyes glare at Jack and then at me.

"Dean, this is Isabella. She's Jack's....mate. Isabella, as you probably already know, that's my brother Dean." Sam introduces us, his expression anxious. I shyly smile and put out my hand for Dean to shake. "Hey Dean, I'm a big fan of you and your brother." The older Winchester simply stares at me with a frown and ignores my hand before turning and leaving to his room and slamming the door.

"Did I do something?" I ask, a bit stung by Dean's coldness. Sam sighs. and Jack's hold my hand tighter. His wings droop sadly. "I'm so sorry, Isabella. It's been hard for us around here, my mom is stuck in a alternate universe and Castiel...is gone." My heat sinks and I feel my throat tighten.

"Cas...is....dead?" the tears start welling up in my eyes. I wrap my arms around Jack. "I'm so sorry." I pull apart a bit to touch his face. He had tears on his cheeks as well. I turn to look at Sam. "Sam, you don't have to apologize, I know what Cas means to you guys. But what do you mean your mother is in an alternate universe?"

Sam proceeds to tell me about how his mother (Mary) was brought back to life by God's sister, Amara, all the events that led to Jack's mother giving impregnated and how he was the son of Lucifer, but Jack chose Castiel as his father, How Lucifer killed him and Mary knocked him into a portal, but he had grabbed her and pulled her in with him.

"Dean hates me."Jack says quietly after Sam had finished speaking. I look at him and my heart breaks even more than it already is when he said that. I just wanted to cradle him in my arms and make him feel better.

"Jack, Dean is...hurting. He's mad at all that's happened, he doesn't really hate you." I tell him. Jack stands up abruptly. "yes he does! he always looks at me like I did something bad,and whenever I try to talk to him he just speaks at me with an angry voice. I try to do things like him so he will like me, and he just gets madder! He even told me he would kill me!" Jack yells and leaves the room. I look at Sam. "I'm going to have a talk with my brother, excuse me." He says in a hard tone and leaves as well.

For chuck's sake what a mess. I head to the room we had been in before. I have to admit I'm a bit scared, Jack is angry and he might lash out by accident and hurt me. I hesitate at the door a few seconds and put my ear against it. I hear soft sobbing. Poor Jack. I open the door slowly. The young nephilim was in a corner, his head on his knees. His wings look like they had melted to the floor. I kneel down beside him. He senses my presence and looks up. "sweetie, it's gonna be okay. I'm here." I stroke his wing softly, and he perks up a bit, but he keeps sobbing. How could anyone ever hate this poor boy? I move my hand to run my fingers through his soft dark golden hair and start singing one of my favorite songs, "You'll be in my heart." By Phil collins (You know, the song From Tarzan that Kala sings to baby Tarzan)

Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

And hold it tightI will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

For one so small,

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you,

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here

Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heartYes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart

Always

"You aren't alone Jack, You have Sam, and Now you have me, Always," I kiss his forehead and hug him. He hugs me back tight, as if I might dissapear. I won't ever let you go Jack, I promise...

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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15x15: Gimme Shelter

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Dean used his words to save the world once

Now:

At a food bank community center, three teens dole out food while stressing out about one attendant who’s breaking their cleanliness rules. Connor heads over to talk to the woman, but is stopped by the center’s pastor. The pastor challenges Connor’s motivation. ”We have rules, but we also have spirit too, right?” The pastor tells Connor to lead with compassion, so Connor brings the woman food instead of kicking her out of the building.

Later, Connor walks home. Much like all other cold open walks, this one also involves a solitary alley. He hears someone calling his name. Trying to find the source of the voice, he trips and finds a talking teddy bear, and a metal hook around his neck.

Dean and Sam discuss research. Sam’s found a non-case, while Dean’s hit the jackpot in Atlantic City. Specifically, an unexplained blackout has him thinking that Amara’s enjoying her new gambling addiction on the East Coast.

Cas pops up and thinks he should go with the brothers, but they tell him to stay put and babysit Jack. I say TFW is just better together, but I’m not writing this episode. Hrmph. The brothers are packed and ready to go, but Jack stops them in the war room to ask about the case Sam found.

Sam tells him it’s nothing. Dean encourages Cas and Jack to investigate --to keep Jack busy. Cas seems skeptical, but Dean insists.

Agents Swift and Lovato meet with the local law enforcement to learn more about the case. Sweet Jesus is it cute that Cas continues to use pop-star names. It’s cute that Jack takes after his father with the upside down badge. It’s cute that Jack recognizes the teddy bear and says he has one (Did Cas buy it for him? He has a history of buying stuffed animals for his quasi-children.)

The sheriff tells them about the victim, and how the word ‘Liar’ was carved into him.

Jack posits that this all seems demonic.

Cut to Cas digging into the ground at a crossroads. Time to get some information. Cas buries a picture of himself that Dean took when he was wearing a cowboy hat (Don’t worry, Dean still has his copy, and keeps it safe…. for reasons.) and Jack sets up a social media account. He’s WAY under 13 years old, so he needs a parent’s permission. Cas grants it easily. (Also, ALSO!! ALSO, there are NOT too many cats on the internet. This writing is so OOC, smh.)

A demon appears.

He’s channeling his inner Crowley, and I suddenly miss the bugger for a moment. Zach, the demon, is very bored and desperately wants something to do. He’s not really British and tells the duo that no one's making demon deals right now. Rowena’s of the philosophy that “people will end up where they belong.” Cas realizes their mistake and moves to leave. “Sam was right, it’s not a monster,” Jack laments. “He was half right. Sometimes humans can be the worst kind of monsters,” Cas adds.

At the community center, a woman locks up, and grabs a whole lotta cash from the donation box before she bails. Once outside, she hears a voice call her name. She looks around but sees nothing. She turns back to her car to find a masked individual. A weird editing choice cuts back to her...and commercial.

Cas checks in with the brothers. Dean tells Cas to be wary of those “Hallelujah types” and I’m like, wha? Cas is an ANGEL OF THE LORD. He’s been around the block, Dean. Lol for looking out for your BFF, tho. Also, second awkward moment of the episode when Dean just hangs up on Cas? I’m…

Sam voices his reservations about the whole finding Amara --lying to Amara --killing Amara plan. Say it louder for the brother in the seat next to you, Sam!

(Boris: I’m just going to insert this in the middle of this recap and never mention it again. Can we trust Billie? Is her plan actually something that is GOOD for our TFW 2.0? What is her agenda and does it align with what we want? What if what SHE wants is as equally bad as what Chuck wants? What if we as an audience are getting played right now??) (Natasha: What if the strings she’s pulling are emotional and she’s playing a dangerous game of chicken with Dean’s rage and Chuck’s entitlement?)

Jack joins the community center. He watches Dr. Sexy the pastor in a prayer circle, and talks to a disillusioned young woman who asks him to fill out a form before walking away.

Cas walks in separately and wanders over to Dr. Sexy the pastor praying with a parishioner, and tells him about the cash stealing Valerie. She never made it home.

Cut to Valerie tied and gagged. Her hands are in an elaborate guillotine. She wakes. Her screams are muffled. A TV turns on and flashes the word ‘Thief’. And one of her fingers gets chopped off. A timer starts on the TV. AND WE ALL RECOIL.

Jack finishes the paperwork and tries to talk to the girls working the food line. The one girl storms off, upset. Jack follows her and tells her that he didn’t mean to upset her.

She tells him that Connor and her dated. Well, they watched a lot of old movies together. (AHEM! AHEM! AHEM! “I’m your Huckleberry.” AHEM. Please stop the clowning, it hurts so much.)

Jack confesses to the girl that he lost his mother. The girl tells Jack that her mom died three years ago, and now it’s just her and her emotionally unavailable father, the pastor. “I have more dads than most, and I’m always just feeling like I’m letting all of them down.” JACK!!!! The girl tells Jack to trust God, not people.

And we laugh, and laugh, and, guh, laugh.

Cas, meanwhile, meets with Dr. Sexy the pastor.

Cas interrogates Dr. Sexy Pastor about whether anyone else has gone missing recently. Well, there was one guy who used to work for the “faith-based community” but they parted ways. Cas and the pastor enjoy a little god talk. Cas, the weary angel, opines that God just doesn’t care. The pastor has a different take on faith - it’s about the people of his church doing what they can to take care of each other. We learn that this church recently changed from a fundamentalist branch to something more welcoming. Connor was able to come out as gay due to the changes, so some good happened. (Hindsight thoughts: this makes his death and the “Liar” all the more awful.) “A saint is a sinner who keeps trying,” the pastor concludes...and if that ain’t the truth about Cas!

Sam and Dean are on the too-slow train to Atlantic City when Amara drops in during a gas stop and invites them out for pierogi.

At Patchwork, the pastor asks Jack to share his journey of faith during a prayer circle. Jack falters, and Cas steps in. “I do know what blind faith is. I used to just follow orders. Without question. And I did some pretty terrible things. I would never look beyond the plan. Then, of course, when it all came crashing down I found myself lost. I didn’t know what my purpose was anymore. And then one day something changed. Something amazing. I guess I found a family. And I became a father. And in that, I rediscovered my faith. I rediscovered who I am.” BRB crying!

Later in the cafeteria, Jack asks Sexy Pastor, M.D. how he brought together so many people with different ideas of religion. “It’s not about what they believe. It’s what they do,” he reiterates. (I imagine, for a moment, an ending where Jack calls out to the whole world and all living creatures and Heaven and Hell unite to win the final confrontation and make a better world together.)

The tranquil moment is interrupted by the TV turning on to security feed footage of the victim. The timer runs out and she loses another finger and screams and screams. Jack rushes over to the TV and pulls out a USB stick from the back.

Meanwhile, the Winchesters dine with Amara.

They bring up Chuck’s destruction of the other universes and tell her they have a plan to stop him. They’ve got a nephilim on their side AND he’s super powerful. All they need is for Amara to help them trap Chuck and...WHAMMO. Amara gently refuses to betray her brother. She lays some new mythology on them. She and Chuck are twins - creation and destruction - and their splitting apart first brought life into the world.

Cas and Jack barge into the church’s ex-AV tech’s room. And by that, I mean, Jack gets hurled through another door? Um. Okay. The part of me that grew up with 3 Stooges is HERE FOR IT, tbh.

They discover the guy is dead, chained up in bed with cuffs, with the word “lust” painted above him.

Getting ready to leave town, Sam’s ready to accept Amara’s choice. Dean “Fuck Acceptance” Winchester heads back inside and corners Amara. He asks why she brought back Mary.

Amara tells him that she wanted him to see that the apple pie dream life he’s always striving for isn’t real - that Mary was only human - and BETTER because of that. Amara thought that would help him to accept his life. Amara also thought that having Mary back would release Dean from his anger.

He leans forward and lets her know that he’s furious. Everyone in this universe is trapped, he tells her - including her. And she’s doing nothing. Amara falters in the face of this, and then asks him if she can trust him. “I would never hurt you,” he LIES TO HER FACE. She tells him she’ll think about it.

That evening Sylvia, the pastor’s daughter, listens to her friend gush over the social media attention she’s getting after posting about the torture video. In a flash of rage, Sylvia stabs her friend and races away. Dr. Sexy Pastor finds the current (still alive) victim just as Sylvia catches up to him. She accuses him of laughing at her mother after her mother died from trying to heal by prayer rather than medical science. She accuses him of changing the church that her mother grew up in. Jack jumps into the fray and gets stabbed for his trouble. When Cas arrives, Sylvia is quickly subdued by his Vulcan forehead tap of slumber.

Cas yanks away the restraints from the victim (SOOOO strong) and then heals her fingers back on while the pastor looks on in wonder.

For So Strong Science:

Later, they gather outside while Sylvia gets taken away in cuffs. The pastor still cares about his daughter and vows to get her help. The driver of the car is Zach the crossroads demon? Oookay.

Cas and Jack drive home. In the truck of feelings, Cas asks Jack why he couldn’t share during the prayer circle. Jack confesses that he’s been lying. The spell Billie is doing with him is turning him into a bomb to be used against Chuck and Amara. It’ll work - they’ll cease to exist. But Jack will be obliterated too. “This is the only way they’ll ever forgive me,” he tells Cas.

Cas is horrified. He can’t watch Jack die again! Cas refuses to watch Jack die again, but Jack seems to have fully embraced this as his necessary fate.

Back at the bunker, Dean heads for the whiskey bottle late at night when he spots Cas shuffling towards the exit. Jack’s settled in his room, Cas reports. Cas then tells Dean he’s going to look for “another way.”

Oh AND, “In case something goes wrong and I don’t make it back, there’s something you and Sam need to know…”

FADE. TO. BLACK.

The Se7en Deadly Quotes:

You guys go Highway to Heaven that bitch

You look greener than Baby Yoda

“Did anyone find any tiny bags with chicken bones inside?” “Did anyone smell sulfur?” “Did anyone feel cold?”

There were too many cats

Where can I find the Kool-Aid?

I wanted you to see that your mother was just a person

It was a gift, Dean. Not a trial

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panic-at-the-fiction · 4 years

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Reunions

Summary: Jack and (Y/N) have been dating for a while, so what happens when they get caught after Sam and Dean come back home early after a hunt.

Parings : Jack kline x reader

Warnings: slight smut, mostly dumbass fluff.

A/N: I have never written before. I have no experience. After Sam and Dean get back the whole plot goes down hill. I had no idea how to end it so if you have a suggestionor tip feel free to tell me so maybe I’ll change it. But I’m proud of the smut part 👍

You had just been chilling in the bunker just roaming around trying to find something to do. Sam and Dean had left almost 4 hours ago they hadn’t told you why just said it was urgent.

You had met the boys when you were 19 after Cas brought you to the bunker to keep you safe. They had taken you in and taught you how to hunt. They became your family, sure you had ups and downs you didn’t always like each other but what could you do about that.

You and dean weren’t on the best terms right now. Ever since Mary got trapped in the apocalypse world both him and Sam had been on edge. But recently he wasn’t liking that you had been spending so much time with the young nephilim jack. But ever since you guys had brought him to the bunker you had felt a connection to him. You made it your job to teach him about what it’s like to be human. It wasn't like Sam or Dean we’re gonna take the time to do it. And you would be lying if you say you didn’t feel a connection to the young man.

Over time you two had grown extremely close and when he did ask you about what the feeling he had for you meant you were more than happy to explain what crushes and relationships were. Of course you couldn’t tell Sam and Dean about what you two had been doing while they were on hunts. Even if you only told them about the PG parts Dean would be furious. So you kept it a secret it wasn’t exactly hard, especially with them being gone all the time.

As you wondered around the bunker you finally stopped when you reached the library where you saw Jack sitting elbows deep in books and papers.

“Hey Jack , what are you up to?” You said curious to what he was doing.

He looked over at you and he seemed stressed “I’m researching on how to open a portle to a different universe. I’m not getting anywhere with my powers. I was hoping there would be some other way to get Mary back. I just don’t want Dean and Sam to be disappointed in me If I can’t do it myself.”

You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him, “Sam and Dean care about you. They will understand if you can’t do this.”

He Leaned into your embrace “Thank you (Y/N).”

You looked at him confused, “for what?”

He smiled at you with that sweet innocent smile he always wore in his face. “For helping me through all this, for teaching me about being human”.

You blushed and kissed his cheek “It’s what I’m here for… You know Sam and Dean left a couple hours ago. They're not gonna be back for a while we could...” you trailed off. He looked at you with raised eyebrows and a wide grin. With that you leaned in using the chairs arm for support. The kiss took not time to get heated. You had taught Jack a lot about humans but he had master how kiss all on his own some how. You both stood up as he grabbed your hips and pushed you back up against the table. You quickly slid off your jacket. He lifted you up onto the table you began to run your hand under his shirt and up his chest. You both sloppily pushed all the papers and books off the desk. You leaned back so that you were laying flat on the table as you pulled him down by his collar. He began to unbutton your shorts when you heard an erupting cough coming from the doorway.

You both jerked and looked over at the figure in the doorway. It was none other than Castiel looking more shocked and horrified than either of you were. You both started to catch your breath and in your shaky shocked voice you were only able to get out a few stuttered sentences. “Uhh hey Cas we thought you were out with Sam and Dean. We were just...”. You were interrupted by the sound of the bunker door opening.

“Hey guys we’re back” You heard Sam yell from the front door . You and Jack quickly jumped apart. You were quick to button your pants and grab your jacket as Jack tried to pick up all the paper you two had pushed off the table.

You were able to make yourselves look decent by the time Sam and Dean got to the library. “Hey guys how did the hunt go?” You asked as nonchalantly as you could.

“It went fine, but we still have no clue on how to open another portal to the apocalypse universe” Sam said, eyeing you and Jack sensing something was off.

“We’ll tell you guys all about it later. Did you guys find anything about opening portals in the lore” Dean asked, seemingly having no clue to what had been going on moments before.

“Uhh no nothing yet we will keep looking?” Jack replied quickly, clearly lying through his teeth.

“Okay well we’re gonna hit the hay it’s been a long day on the road for. Don’t stay up too late” said Sam.

Once they were gone you let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. You began to straighten up the table in hopes of avoiding the inevitable awkward conversation with Cas about what he had seen.

“So how long has this been going on?” asked Castiel in his most concerned dad voice yet.

“About a month” replied Jack, both of you avoiding eye contact with the angel.

“A month! And you haven’t told anyone about this yet. You don’t think Sam and Dean would want to know about what goes on here when they leave.”

“We didn’t want them to worry! You know how they get and besides Dean would be furious if he ever walked in on us like that. We are gonna tell them eventually just not yet we just need you to keep this to yourself for a little longer”

“How much longer?”

“We were thinking until we found Mary,” Jack said.

“Until we find Mary! You know what fine I won’t tell Sam and Dean but they will find out eventually. You two can’t keep this a secret forever” with that said he stormed off.

You laughed and considered what had all just happened. You should probably tell the boys but it’s not good doing it tonight. Smiling at young nephilim who was still disheveled from moments before. “So… I believe we were in the middle of something before all that.” He laughed and you took his hand walking back towards your room.

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shysupernaturalfangirl · 5 years

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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 1

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader

World: Reverse French Mistake AU

Word Count: 2,460

Warning(s): Cussing

Summary: It’s every fan-girl's dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.

I've always been different, an outcast, a loner, preferring books and fantasy over the harsh reality of rude people, and nasty worldly events, an escape I've chosen from my schooling, when others looked down upon me, cut me to the quick, and betrayed me on more than one occasion. I'd never expected to find comfort in the arms of the Supernatural world, both the show and the actual creatures. But Jensen, Misha, and Jared’s goofy escapades on set make me laugh on dark days, as Dean, Sam, and Castiel’s days fill my life with thrill, adventure, and on days I need to cry, the ability to do so. Supernatural slowly became my life, filling my lonely days and nights with a brightness I missed and love.

“Alright alright!” I laugh, leaning back on my couch with one arm outstretched away from myself and the slobbery black and white pitbull laying on me, licking my face and pawing at me in an attempt to get to my ice cream, her flabby ears slapping the sides of her head as she leans up on the couch, shaking her head at her Mistress’s words. Slowly sitting up, the pitbull licks her chops, one blue and one brown eye watching my movements as I take a large bite of my dripping vanilla ice cream sandwich, before giving the rest to the pitbull. “No more, Daisy.” I find myself giggling, patting Daisy on the head as she chomps on her ice cream. “Good girl. Now what?” I ask, standing to run my fingers through my hair, glancing around my tiny apartment. “Supernatural time?” I ask, causing Daisy to perk up, huffing at me as she hops off the couch, leading me to the bedroom, and I give a laugh in response. “I swear, I’ve never seen a dog more excited about a TV show.” I mutter to myself as I grab my glasses from the coffee table, following the dog into my room while I slide them on, tugging at my white tanktop down.

Daisy is in her spot at the foot of my bed, head on her paws, looking at the TV as I turn on my TV, grabbing my firestick remote as I pass my dresser, climbing into bed, pulling down the legs to my plain black pajama pants. Flipping through the shows, I pick Supernatural, going to my season and episode (Season 5 Episode 9- I've restarted it), turning it on as I set my remote to the side, tucking my feet up underneath myself as I grab a pillow to clutch between my arms. It’s not long after the beginning of the episode, my eyelids start to weigh me down, my head nodding in my exhaustion, before I finally relent, falling into a cumbersome sleep, a slight pounding starting in my head.

It’s cold. Is my first thought when I finally start to fade in consciousness, shivers racking my body as I reach for a blanket, my hand falling on empty air as I bolt upright, eyes wide as I look around, blinking owlishly at my surroundings. Trees and dirt and sticks and leafs and… THE BUNKER?! No mistaking it, that was most definitely the Impala sitting in front of brick front and metal doors. Another shiver runs down my back as I grip my arms tight, for a different reason than the cold this time. Climbing to my feet, I glance both ways down the street, before crossing the way, pausing only to look at Baby, my hands clenched tight to my sides so I don’t touch it. “Who are you?” I jump, spinning around to stare at the scruffy looking man in a suit and overcoat, mouth dropping into a gape. “I’ll ask again.” He warns, an angel blade slipping from his sleeve as he steps closer. “Who. Are. You?” He demands, continuing to stalk forward, causing me to scramble back, hands lifted in the universal sign of ‘I mean no harm’.

“W-Wait!” I squeak as I stumble over my feet, falling into the mud below me with a ‘oomph’ of air, hands still raised. “Please!” He pauses as I swallow thickly, glancing sheepishly at him. “I-I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be here.”

“That doesn’t matter. Tell me who you are!” He demands, watching me with skeptical eyes.

“Please, Castiel.” He freezes as his name escapes my lips. “M-My name is Emily Wright.” He tilts his head at me. “I don’t think- No, I know.” I clear my throat, looking up at him. “I’m not from this realm.” He watches me for a moment, before putting the angel blade away, and squatting before me, eyes boring into my own, before he holds his hand out to me.

“You seem to think you’re telling the truth.” He says as I eye his hand, hesitantly reaching out to grab it, before he tightens his grip on my wrist, hefting me to my feet as he pulls a flask out of his pocket, and I eye it as he lets me go, taking the top off.

“What is that?” He glances at me, before splashing me with some of the liquid in it, causing me to grimace, my entire front now wet, and my tanktop sticking to my chest. “Castiel!” He frowns as I cover my front, the white material completely see through now.

“I was testing to see if you were a demon.” He states, causing me to roll my eyes, huffing as my shivers worsen. “Here.” He shucks his coat off, handing it to me, causing me to turn away, pulling it on, and as I turn back to him, he chucks something at me. Pebbles slide down my skin, and fall to the ground as I press my lips to a firm line, raising an eyebrow at him, like ‘really?’.

“Did you seriously just throw salt at me?” He blinks. “It got into my mouth, that was gross.” I point out, causing him to frown, before he grabs my shoulder. “I’m not a demon. Not that you’ll listen.” He shakes his head, directing me into the Bunker. “Wait, Castiel, I-This isn’t a good idea! I just want to go home! No need to involve Sam or Dean.” He glances at me as he drags me through the door to the Bunker. “W-wait Castiel, please I- Oh wow!” I gasp, looking around, my eyes never settle on more than one thing at a time, head whipping around to take in everything that I can. Suddenly, I’m forced into a seat, causing me to look up at the Angel of the Lord, before looking around. The library! My mind supplies as I glance at all the books, just itching to get up and start digging through them.

“Uh… Cas, who is this?” My eyes wide as my head snaps in the direction of the question, seeing Sam and Dean Winchester sitting across from me at the table.

“And why is she wearing your coat?” Dean asks, smirking as he eats fry from the bag in front of him. “Something you need to tell us? Are we gonna have little Nephilim babies running around the bunker?”

“Wait what?!” I jump at his question, snapping from my reverie as heat burns my cheeks. “No, he threw Holy Water at me, and it soaked my shirt. Wearing white and water is not a good combination.”

“Ah… Wet T-shirt. Cas, you perv.” Dean chuckles, causing the Angel to shake his head.

“This is Emily.” He says, causing the boys to glance at me, before looking at Castiel.

“What’s the punchline?” Dean asks, but a set of swords catch my eye, causing me to get up, to walk over to look at them, when a hand catches my elbow, spinning me back around, and planting me right back into the chair.

“Are you kidding me? Castiel, I’m not a demon!” He eyes me as I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “I just want to look! I mean I’m in The Men of Letters Bunker! Home of The Winchesters!” Dean and Sam eye me at that.

“How do you know our names, or what this place is?” Sam asks, causing Castiel to growl in annoyance.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you guys. She claims she knows all of these things, and that she’s not from our realm.” Castiel explains as Dean and Sam watch me for a minute.

“You’re a show.” I explain, shrugging as the boys exchange looks, before realization sparks in Sam’s eyes.

“You mean that Supernatural show?” Sam asks, causing Dean to snort.

“Yeah, sure Sammy.” Dean asks with a chuckle, before pausing to look at me once I don’t deny it. “Wait, seriously?” I nod. “Man, when’re we gonna ditch that? It’s lame!”

“It’s been on for like 14 years. Obviously it’s not that lame.” He pauses at my remark, the chill of the Bunker is starting to seep through the coat, and I start to shiver. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude. But, could I get a shirt? I’m fucking cold.” The three of them exchange looks, as if having a silent conversation as I let out a soft sneeze, causing Dean to burst out laughing.

“What was that? Are you a cat?” He jokes, standing as I duck my head, blushing. “Come on, I’ll get you a shirt you can change into.” I slowly stand, glancing at Castiel, who lets me go as I follow the oldest Winchester from the library, towards his room.

“Hmm… I’m guessing Plaid.” I state as I drop onto his bed once we enter his room, he shoots me a grin as he pulls out a plaid shirt, tossing it to me. “Oh, looks like I was right.” He shakes his head I stand, walking over to his bathroom, shedding Castiel’s coat right outside the door, before closing the door behind me. It’s a quick switch, before I step out, gripping my tanktop in one hand, before sweeping up Castiel’s coat in the other, while Dean watches me from across the room.

“I’ll show you where the laundry room is. That way you can wash and dry your top.” He explains as fold Castiel’s coat in half, draping the long khaki coat over an arm.

“You know, most of the time, I forget this coat can even come off of him.” I joke as Dean chuckles, leading the way to the laundry.

“Believe me, I feel the same way sometimes.” He says as I toss my shirt in the washer, before following him back to the library. “Alright, so you’re from a realm where we’re on that dumb Supernatural show.”

“It’s not dumb!” I snap at him, causing the three of them to look as me as I sink down into the chair I previously occupied. “It saved my life, if that’s dumb, then maybe I should be dead.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asks, causing me to sigh, shaking my head.

“Never mind. It doesn’t matter.” He eyes me warily for a moment.

“What do you remember before you came here?” Sam asks, causing me to hum in thought.

“I had just sat down with Daisy, my dog, to watch an episode of Supernatural, and about 5 minutes in, I started getting tired. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep. I remember having a bit of a headache, which made my sleep a bit troubled. Then I woke up across the street from here.” They all think over my words in silence, while I play with the top button of the button down that Dean had given me to wear.

“So… Any ideas?” Dean asks his best friend and his brother.

“It would be different than how you were taken to my realm.” I point out, causing them to look at me. “At least, I think. Because, I live alone, and I don’t have any of the supplies that Balthazar had used to create the portal to my realm.” I shake my head. “I also don’t know anyone with abilities to make such a portal, let alone supply me with the ingredients needed to make one. So, that narrows that option down, considerably.” Sam and Dean look at me seriously for a minute.

“That would only leave few here, who could bring you over.” Castiel points out, causing me to look at him.

“Uh… Maybe they thought that… I could be of some assistance here?” I offer softly.

“Or someone thinks you’re of value, and brought you to us to keep you safe.” Dean offers, causing my breath to hitch, the though of being in danger hadn’t cross my mind before now. Things were dangerous here. More than my own realm.

“W-What if-” I bite my bottom lip, worrying at it as I brush my fingers through my soft red locks. “What if I was in danger in my world, and the only way to keep me safe was to bring me here?”

“Did you feel in danger, in your world?” Sam asks.

“Well…” I remember just the other day when I was walking home, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and my skin prickled. Later I came home to find the door unlocked, and Daisy, my strong and fearless Pitbull, was hiding under the bed in my room. Nothing was taken, or out of place, but the balcony doors had bee pushed open, as if by the wind. “I mean… there were only a few incidents. But, I thought that they were normal- My apartment wasn’t the only one broken into that day, even though nothing was missing from any of them.”

“I think someone was trying to ambush you, and broke into other apartments to look like it was just a random robbery.” Sam points out, causing me to frown, looking down as I worry at my bottom lip some more.

“We’ll look into this. How you got here, if you’re in any danger. All of it.” Dean says, standing from his seat. “In the mean time, you’ll stay with us, either in the Bunker, or on a hunt.”

“A hunt? Are you kidding me?!” The two of them look at me in confusion. “I’ve shot maybe three guns in my life, and while I get called Annie Oakley, the targets weren’t moving! I’ve got no experience with these sort of things!” Dean rolls his eyes.

“We’ll teach you.” Dean explains, causing me to pause, the idea of his arms around me, holding me tight as I lean against his chest, and he teaches me how to grip the gun, causing me to duck my head, blushing. I’ve always been a Dean Girl- this is just a dream come true. Oh boy.

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team-free-winchester · 6 years

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Am I Dreaming? Chapter 7~ Castiel

Summary: After Castiel leaves y/n unsure of where they stand relationship wise. He returns with the Winchesters and interesting news on your stay in their world.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Warnings: angst

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I sat in shock staring at the spot where Castiel was standing minutes ago. One minute we're discussing feelings and the next minute he's gone, mid sentence he just poofed away. All I knew on his end was that it was out of one of my three scenarios I thought up and as I kept replaying them over in my head my heart kept sinking, two out of three weren't good and my odds weren't either. I don't really know how long they were gone but I never moved from my spot hoping that maybe I was dreaming or something, hoping that this wasn't really happening as the lump formed in my throat as I fought back the tears welling up in my eyes.

After a many deep breaths and a few stray tears I found myself regaining composure, ‘and apparently just in time for the guys to return’ I think to myself when I hear heavy footsteps heading towards my room. Wiping my face and meeting them at the door I greet them with a smile, “how was the hunt boys?”

“We found the reason you're here, we caught the son of a bitch,” Dean says completely ignoring my question.

“Cas is handling it, then when he comes back he will sent you home,” Sam adds resting a hand on my shoulder.

My heart drops as the final words slip out his mouth and my body tenses. They have been keeping me out to find a way to ship me off, they don't want me here yet this whole time I thought I was them becoming like part of the family. I nod stiffly and turn away from them causing Sam's hand to fall of my shoulder, without saying another word I plop onto my bed once more and press play on the movie I had picked earlier that day but never watched.

Both boys stared at me in shock before shutting the door and retreating down the hall somewhere. Once I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore I let tears fall silently as I choked back my sobs. This was the closest thing I felt to a real home and they didn't want me here. I silently cried throughout the whole movie I had on before finally deciding what I was going to do as I calmed myself for the second time that day.

Standing I strolled over to the desk retrieving the book that Castiel had gotten for me once he learned I liked to write and my favorite pen before sitting back in my bed. Settling into my spot once again I open to the nearest blank page and take a deep breath preparing for what I'm about to write and then setting my pen to the paper and beginning to write what I have to.

As in lost in what I'm writing I don't hear Castiel flutter in until he speaks causing me to jump nearly messing up my writing, “y/n..”

Closing the book I look up at him and take a deep breath, “I don't want to know which of the three options it is Castiel, I don't want to talk about that anymore it doesn't matter I'm leaving since you're here now to send me back to my universe.”

I don't look at him after I say that, I can't because I know I won't make it look believable. After a few minutes I hear him shuffle heading towards my bedroom door, “Meet us in the dining room when you are ready,” he says before he leaves the room closing the door a little harder than needed.

Taking another deep breath I open the book again looking at the page I was working on briefly before I decided how to continue what I was writing. Now that Castiel was here I had to be fast with this, of I took to long the boys would realize something is wrong. After ten more minutes I finish off the page I am writing and I close the book and head towards the library where I am assuming they will be waiting for me.

When I reach the doorway I find the room empty, so I decide to place the book on the table with a sticky note that says ‘read me’ before I set off to find them. After I couldn't find them anywhere I decided to head to the kitchen knowing I can probably find Dean there. I head towards the kitchen quietly, as I near the entryway I hear all three of them talking.

“What are you trying to say Cas?” Sam asks hesitantly.

“If I'm thinking right he's warning us before he makes a dumbass decision,” Dean barks out and I can hear his bitch face from where I stand.

“All I am saying is y/n was sent here for more than just the simple fact that she was in danger, that creature was after her for more reason than just to kill her. If we don't send her back now then she could be in worse danger Dean, she is supposed to be the mother of a nephilim,” Castiel sighs before adding “if she bares a child there is a high chance she could die in birth and if she survived she would be a target.”

“She already is a target just being in our presence Cas,” Dean begins to say.

I took this as my chance to make my presence known to all three of them, deciding to stop the tension from forming in the room over me. As I step into the doorway I look between them and I see I'm already too late by the way all three of them are looking at each other.

“Did I miss something?” I ask acting as though I didn't hear what they were just saying as I walked over to them.

All three shook their heads at me and Sam cleared his throat as Castiel began adding some more ingredients into the bowl he had on the counter “No, we uh were just talking about how it might be for you being back home after so long.”

Just as Sam finishes up his lie Cas speaks, “It's done,” he says causing me to nod and hug both Winchesters as he begins to draw out the same symbol I seen Balthazar draw in the French Mistake on one of the closet doors near the kitchen.

After saying goodbye to both the boys I walk over to the door and stop beside Castiel staring at him for a moment before I wrapped him in a hug one last time. When I pull away I look back at all three of them before I walk through the door and into the dark room. After waiting for a few minutes I open the door again and walk out only to be met with my kitchen in the apartment I haven't been in in so long.

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enemymine2000 · 6 years

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Bucklemming are at it again or so current interviews indicate. *sigh*

Of those who are beyond casual viewing I’m still more on the “hey, I’m along for the ride”-train, so I don’t know the in and outs of whatever knowledge fandom has accumulated about the whole production over the years. And mostly I don’t care, because well, I like the show, I like some of the meta and otherwise I don’t need to know.

But what I don’t get but care about is the whole Bucklemming effect (Singer included). In case of Singer I have the visual proof that he simply is not the director he should be according the near reverence he sometimes seems to get. I mean, need I say more than freeze frame and wire fights at this point?

So I don’t get it, why he has so much impact on the show if he doesn’t seem to be able to make an effort.

And whenever I see the name Eugiene in context with Supernatural I automatically get the creeps these days. Don’t know about her writing partner, only that he does seem to be more of the same or he would not do the thing with her. Eugiene totally rejects the reality of the show and substitutes her own. She never cares about the established lore only her vision. No research, no care about the end product, as long as she can push through whatever fad she wants this season. Like Nick - because let’s face it, her going on and on about wanting Lucifer back because he was oh, so redeemed in her eyes is the only reason anyone would have revived his meatsuit.

Because the lore was very clear about what happened to Nick even back in season 5. You let in an archangel, you ride a comet, you burn out - in Nick’s case literally, because he simply was not the true vessel. Lucifer left Nick for a nice Sam suit and even if Nick’s soul was still in there somewhere the body was damaged beyond help - the only reason it held together as long as it had was the constant healing being done by Lucifer.

So, I somewhat could get behind Crowley obtaining what was left of the body, fixing it up with some demonic engineering, but Nick still occupying that vessel?! No. Boy was dead on arrival. Tethered to his body as long as Lucifer was riding him, probably because of the pesky little consent rule, but once Lucifer jumped ship the tether would have been gone. So would have Nick.

I know that now that Nick is back people are discussion the consent issue again, because well Crowley shoved Lucifer back into the Nick suit, so since Nick is now alive and relatively well he must have been there to give consent again. Or something like that. Originally - back in season 12 - I thought that Crowley could shove Lucifer into the Nick suit because Lucifer already had been given consent once and Nick never rescinded that. And now the body was emtpy anyway.

We know that angel rules are bendable at best. The Sacred Oath was definitively made up by angels themselves and interpreted as they saw fit - because let’s face it Chuck himself did not care about it or he wouldn’t have this nice little anecdote about Mary pretending nothing ever happened between them (and Christianity never would have happened) or his ill-fated relationship with Becky. Cas fell in pretty much any way imagineable or is assumed to have done by the entire universe (and alternative ones), still he was Chuck’s favorite. Nephilim are said to rip everything apart and yes, Jack opened portals to different universes, and still the waitress nephilim hadn’t been on anyone’s radar but Metatron’s - and he needed a nephilim dead for the spell to close Heaven’s gates. Gadreel could trick Sam into giving consent, without Sam even knowing that he was being possessed.

So what I’m saying is that we only know that consent needs to be given once and that probably enough force of will of the original body owner can force an angel out again. But we don’t know that if consent is never rescinded a body could not be repossessed at any time. We don’t know if the origical owner still needs to be inside. We only know that the body should be functional - see Rafael’s original vessel. See a fixed Nick suit. As demons like Ruby have shown us a functional body can be a braindead one. Braindead equals no soul inside - which is why Cas had been considered braindead that one time he sigiled himself across the country and woke up in the hospital. Okay, demons don’t have consent issues. But we don’t actually know if the same is not true for angels. We only know that angels believe to have to ask for consent beforehand. So it could actually be more of another angel code of conduct thing than an actual universal rule. Like the Sacred Oath. I mean if consent truly was an issue for angels, Michael should have been expelled from Dean’s body the minute Dean realized that Michael was going back on the deal. Instead we just accept that he needs to extent great force of will, to practically battle him within his mind if not given outside help by whatever the rest of TFW come up with.

So, yeah, I could totally suspend disbelief for Lucifer being shoved back into a previously used and now empty meatsuit. Braindead and already well-worn, improved by demonic engineering to actually hold up now.

I could also suspend disbelief (and have to because, well, duh, the show went there) that Nick’s suit somehow made it out fully functional even after the ganking of Lucifer. I can however not suspend disbelief that Nick somehow was inside all those years. That he survived the apocalypse, that he further suvived the years in storage for Crowley’s plotting, that he survived the engineering process which took him apart on a molecular level to improve every single cell in his body to hold the actual devil imprisoned, that he survived the subsequent repossession including Lucifer’s need for torturing everything and everybody he could get his hands on - which during his imprisonment would be Nick only - and then on top of it all survive an actual stabbing event with an archangel blade that was enough to kill Lucifer. As I said the body I could get behind. It was reinforced by measures beyond my imagination, so stitch it up, hook it up on some machines and it would be functional for another use. Maybe the body is actually non-killable now. Who knows. But Nick - guy’s been dead for 8 years. Don’t know where his soul went and don’t care. As tragic as his life story was, he let in literal Satan. So, I’m not bummed about his fate either way. But now thanks to Bucklemming we have to deal with a walking, talking Nick. Because they just wanted Lucifer - or at least Mark P. - back in some capacity. I hope to everything holy that this doesn’t turn out to be actual Satan again, because that fucker should stay dead. He doesn’t even deserve a sleeping place in the Empty. Actual Satan can not be redeemed and has done nothing ontoward luckily. Sadly Bucklemming don’t think so. They think he is just misunderstood, just want their pet-devil back and forge familial bonds with his son. Or some other nonsense. Because Lucifer never cared about Jack. All he cared about was the potential power he could gain from having an archangel-nephilim at hand. Lucifer always wanting to upstage his father and with Jack at his side he might have had comparable power levels at his disposal. He actually stated as much at the end of season 13. Like in actual text. So no, hard pass on Lucifer redeeming himself.

But Bucklemming have a hard-on for the guy. And for reasons I don’t get, they actually have the power to go against the book again and again and simply write their headcanons into actual canon. Even though the actual showrunner has wildly different visions. Aided are Bucklemming by director Singer, who doesn’t care for doing his research about motivations, who is totally okay letting actors who admit to not knowing the over-all story until way after the fact ad-lib to their heart’s content and shuffle lines around, even when that would make those lines OOC. The same director who has now canonically and meta-wise contradicted himself with lazy freeze frames. (Thanks “French Mistakes”.) Whyt do those three have on the rest that they can run buckshot over the product as they wish, without a care if they hurt the product or not. And they do hurt it. They make it inconsistent, they make it look ridiculous on screen and in pr. Oh, thankfully the rest of the writers know their craft and seem to actually care so it always somehow worked out in the end. But the seasons are now shorter, the percentage of Bucklemming has risen and inconsistencies have shorter time to be retconned. So, yeah, this is going to hurt, won’t it?

#spn #Bucklemming wank #getting it out there so it doesn't torture my brain anymore #pr is not showrunning #but pr can unsettle the audience

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