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pastelbatfandoms · 2 years

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Enraptured (One Shot)

A/N: So I didn’t expect to fall for Chuck,but after S14,yeah I grew love hate feelings for him. But hey I have the same feelings for God or Jesus too so it seems fitting. 😏🤷‍♀️ Didn’t expect this to be so long but the story writes itself. Also Lena is the doppelganger of My OC Helena,her main story is in my fic ‘The Witches ArchAngel.’

Warnings: Angst,SMUT,Dom Sub,Daddy Little undertones.

Once I entered the bunker,I knew something was amiss. I could see it in Dean and Sam’s expressions as they looked at me. Then Sam saying, “Lena um there’s something you should know.”

Before he could tell me what was wrong,I felt a strong pressure,like the air itself closed in around us. Then a voice shout.

Not believing my ears,I turned around to face the older male attached to that voice. He may have looked unassuming,small even,harmless. He was anything but.

“So Chuck’s back.” Dean said,with a grimace.

“You mean God.” I replied,crossing my arms and staring back at him.

Chuck walked over to me,his footsteps heavy,as he advanced on me,his eyes dark. “Don’t call me that.”

Not to be intimidated I held his fierce gaze with my own. “ Why,are you ashamed of who you are? You should be.”

“That’s it.” Chuck raised his hand to snap his fingers, the boys tried to reach him in time to stop him but it was too late.

My body started fading away like smoke, then as quickly as it did,My body reformed. I let out a gasp. “Wow what a rush.”

The smirk that formed on Chuck’s lips faded, as he frowned in confusion and anger.

“What? What just happened?” Sam asked for all of them.

“It’s a spell. Learned it from Rowena. If I ever saw Chuck again,I knew he’d be angry. Luckily he’s not as strong as he used to be.” I smoothed my hair back,giving a smirk of my own.

Chuck stared me down. “Give me time.”

“Boys would you give us a minute?” I asked my gaze never leaving Chuck’s. I held up a hand before they could protest. “I’ll be fine. I’m protected.”

“Yeah,ok.” Dean relented,giving Chuck a long look. They nodded and reluctantly left.

“One more thing. How am I the B-word,as you put it.” I retorted, pointing at him,in mock offense.

Chuck pointed a finger back. “You left me. For Lucifer.” He ground out.

“I left YOU?” I scoffed. “You were the one who abandoned us. For this new earth. For those boys.”

Chuck shook his head,looking down. “Maybe I abandoned that world,but I only left you after you forsake me.”

“I didn’t forsake you Chuck. Lucifer got into my head,he seduced me. I thought you didn’t care about me or any of us anymore.” I stared at him, my eyes brimming with angry tears. “ I was proven right. I called for you,after Lucifer...did what he did.” I looked away,willing the painful memories away. “But you never once answered me, you left me,Chuck.” I pointed at his chest angrily.

Chuck’s gaze softened at that. “I didn’t know.” He replied,giving me a guilty look.

“Of course you didn’t. You were too busy with a new story, a new fan girl. Well guess what, I am not a part of this story, I’m done,the end.”

Chuck calls after me,as I storm off,but I refuse to hear him. Let someone ignore him for a change.

I tell the boys I need to clear my head and leave,driving towards the one peaceful spot I have. A cabin in the woods.

Yes it was true. Chuck and I did have a history,in my world I knew he was God, that he had created us. But I still fell for him, he was sweeter back then,more willing to be there. I was loyal to him, but something changed,he grew bored I guess, let more and more people suffer, he was still there for me,but he was also more commanding of my loyalty, more demanding. Then Lucifer found me,telling me how his father really was, A Cruel,capricious God. Being a witch I felt this pull towards him and gave myself over to the dark lord.

Chuck left after that,went and found a new world to mess with, I thought maybe he just felt betrayed but turns out he never really cared after all.

“I did care. I still do.” I heard a voice say,as Chuck materializes before me.

I didn’t jump from where I was sitting on the couch,deep in thought,a glass of water in my hand. I simply scoffed and shook my head. “Why are you here Chuck. Couldn’t stand not getting the last word.” I said sarcastically.

“Actually no. Although I did want to explain myself.”

“You tried to smite me,now you want to talk!” I exclaim,in disbelief.

At my look,Chuck holds his hands out in front of him. “Hey that was- I was upset and acted a bit hastily I’ll admit.”

“A bit?” I look up at him,incredulously.

Chuck gives a sigh,hands on his hips. “May I?” He asked,gesturing to the old checkered pull out couch.

I gave a nod,trying to act like it was no big deal that he wanted to sit by me.

Chuck sat down,then noticing my glass pointed his finger at it. The water turning red with wine. “Thought you might need something stronger.”

I didn’t reply,only gave the glass of now wine a contemplative look,then shrugging, downed it in one shot. Grimacing,at the now alcoholic taste. I did need the liquid courage.

Chuck stared at me,giving me an impressed look. “Damn. That was such a Dean move.”

I smirked despite myself. “ I’ve been around The Winchesters for awhile now. Guess some of their nuances rubbed off on me.” I gave him a sidelong glance. “But you’re not here to talk about Dean and Sam are you? I know they’re you’re favorites.”

Chuck let out a soft laugh at that. “No,I’m not. And yes they maybe some of my best work,on this earth. But Lena,you were my best in that other world.”

I shook my head,with a scoff,not wanting to believe him.

before I can say anything back,I feel Chuck’s hand,brush my hair behind one ear,as he gently moves my face to look at him. “I mean it. You have always been My favorite.”

I try to pull away, but as I close my eyes,feeling his power thrum through me at his touch,I didn’t resist as he pulled me towards him and softly kisses me.

“I missed you.” Chuck says around my lips,as we slowly break apart.

My lips brush his, as I will myself not to cry from the sheer force of being so close to God again. “Then why did you leave.”

Chuck closes his eyes in reproach,his jaw clenching. “ I’m sorry,I was too power hungry then, hurt. I became vengeful. You know how I can get.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “I do.”

“Forgive me.” Chuck pleaded,I opened my eyes then to see his gaze. God was actually remorseful? I never thought I’d see that. “Amara left me, The Winchesters hate me,I’m just- I’m lost without you.”

“Promise me you won’t become wrathful again.” I raised an eyebrow in warning.

“I won’t. Not with you,I promise.” Chuck swore, then he gives me playful smirk. “Although I remember you liked me when I was commanding in other ways...” He leans into kiss me again. I let him my breath hitching,as he kisses me slowly.

My heart started to race,my skin humming with want wherever he touched me. “Chuck,please.” I let out a whine, as he grabs my neck,his eyes glowing with his grace.

“What was that?”

“My lord, please.”

“What do you want from me,Princess?” Chuck’s demeanor switching,he knew what I needed from him right then. But he still wanted to hear it, from my lips.

“I want you,to take me. Claim me again,make me yours.” I moaned out, unable to hold back the feelings I had been repressing after all these years.

“Gladly.” Chuck’s expression darkened but with lust not anger as he gave me a wicked grin,no one knew just how sadistic The lord could really be,a side intimately he only showed to me,knowing I could take it.

Chuck claimed my lips to his own once again,more forceful and deeper then before,not needing to hold back now.

As he brought me down to the couch with him,we stopped kissing for a second as Chuck snapped his fingers and we were suddenly in the bedroom,laying on the flannel sheets of the well now king sized bed I realized. At my surprised my look,Chuck just shrugged. “I couldn’t do all that I wanted to you on such a small bed.”

“Now where were we.” I gazed at him, as he softly runs his fingers down my face,and then my neck,kissing every where his fingers had been.

I could feel that space take over,as I let him to what he wanted. It was more than Sub space,I was enraptured, as I felt his grace move over my body.

Chuck sits up then,straddling me. As he removes his suit jacket, then unbuttons my blouse,gripping my breasts in their lace push up. Sucking in a breath,“Damn,you are so beautiful. My most perfect creation.”

With a snap of his fingers,my bra is gone, I shiver at the sudden cold air,but feel a warmth cover my body,realizing it was God’s power. letting out a sound of contentment at the feeling.

I feel his grace swirl over my breasts, gripping my nipples,as Chuck stares down at my squirming body,his hands slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. Chuck grinds on top of me harshly with a frustrated exhale. “Stop moving.” He orders.

“I’m sorry my lord,it’s just been so long. I need you.” I whimpered,tears pricking my eyes.

Chuck’s gaze softened then, as he removed his shirt and moved his fingers to my lips,shushing me. Leaning close. “Shhh, My Little One, Patience is a virtue.” He replied with a wink, “ I’m going to give you what you need, over and over again.” he whispered in my ear, “Until you’re coming undone, underneath me, until you can cum no longer. That’s what you want right?” He asks,serious now.

I nod, “More than anything.” I replied breathlessly.

“Good.” Chuck gives me a dark grin and engulfs his lips with mine in a searing kiss.

Slowly his hands trail down me, tweaking my nipple,when he passes my breasts, the runs his hands down my stomach, reaching my waist, his other hand tangles into my hair as he keeps passionately kissing me,never letting up, with a snap my pants are gone, as he runs a finger up my clothed pussy,still in it’s cotton underwear.

He breaks the kiss enough to say growl. “Damn Princess you are soaked.” He uses the distraction of his kisses to slip his grace into my underwear,reaching me inside.

I gasp,My eyes flashing open as white hot desire rips through me. “Oh God!” I cry out.

Chuck gives a dark chuckle at my essentially calling out his name in pleasure. “There’s more where that came from.” Chuck promises. He swirls his grace inside me,his hands resting on my waist now.

“Daddy please let me cum.” I plead,calling him by the name,I knew drove him crazy when it passed my lips,despite the conflicting thoughts we had had about the name in the beginning.

“Mmmm I’ll allow it.” Chuck rose up,his expression betraying his nonchalant tone. As with a twitch of one finger, I came undone, crying out his name.

“We are so not done yet, Beautiful. Daddy wants to taste you.”

I had barely come down,when Chuck went down himself,dragging my panties off,sticky with cum. He dragged a finger up my wet slit, then licked his finger clean of the cum that shown their. “Mmmm, Delicious. Just as I remember it. I am so going to enjoy this.”

Chuck gazed at my pussy hungrily, as he lifted my legs,to rest on his shoulders, My head,which had been watching him,dropped back as he buried his tongue inside me. I moaned loudly, my breathing rapid as I felt his tongue flick over my clit again and again, never letting up as he ate me out, I felt his grace wrap around my throat as it squeezed. He felt my pussy pulsate as my clit became harder and let out a growl,inserting a finger into as he brought me to my second orgasm, pulling it out of me more and more as I shook under him.

I cried out,cursing. Chuck slaps my inner thigh then, as he lets up giving me a warning look. “Hey no F bombs, unless my bad girl wants spankings,” My eyes lit up at that then dimmed when he said, “Or something worse...”

I shook my head, he meant denial or edging,something the creator of sex was very good at. I knew first hand and I was not up for it not tonight, the multiple orgasms were enough. “No My Lord,I’m sorry.”

Chuck gives a small smile at that. “Good girl.”

Finally he is undoing his own pants, I watch as he takes them off,licking my lips,once I see his cock rising to attention. I had forgotten how big it was.

Chuck notices me staring and grins. “I would love to feel that tongue licking my cock,those pretty lips...” He trails off,touching my lips with one finger. As I open my mouth to suck on it. He withdraws his finger with a pop and visibly shudders. “Mmmm don’t tempt me Princess,because I also really need to feel that pussy around me now. We’ll save the oral for next time.”

My eyes widened,there’d be a next time?

Chuck caught that thought and gave me a wicked look in return. “Oh yes,did you think I’d just let my favorite one go so easily?”

His eyes lit up with his grace as he loomed over me,gripping me to him. “You’re mine, I’ll prove it.”

Without warning he rammed into my still soaked pussy, I gasped in pleasure and pain as he slowed for me to adjust to his size.

“Sorry Little One,just had to prove my point.”

“That’s ok,I liked it.” I admitted. I ran my own hands down his face,as he gazed down at me. “Claim me, Oh Lord.”

At my permission Chuck sped up,kissing me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “ Yes you take your creator in so beautifully. You feel so good.” He whispers in my ear,breathless.

“So do you, I forgot how much.” I whimpered into his ear,as he found a particularly sweet spot,it was true I had forgotten how good it felt,how much he filled me. Hitting my clit and G Spot at the same time,something unheard in human men.

Chuck pounded into me never letting up,I moaned out his name as he hit my spots over and over again. Just as I was about to cum,he slowed.

“I felt that, Princess. Not yet,don’t cum until I say you can.” He ordered. As he resumed his unrelentless pounding.

After I felt like i couldn’t take anymore, he rutted into me as deep as he could go. Groaning. “Oh Cum for me Beautiful,Now.”

That was all it took,as I came with a strangled cry,almost sobbing. Chuck soon following suit.

After that he caressed me,soothing me as I came down, “Shhh my lovely you’ll alright. But I do have to warn you we’re not done yet.”

my eyes snapped up at him, was he serious? Staring into those glowing blue eyes I knew he was. I should have known,Chuck loved different positions in the same night.

Chuck cupped my face in his hands,kissing me passionately. Before moving out and off of me.

“You ready?”

I took a breath,then nodded. Despite having just had a third orgasm,I still wanted him and he knew it. Thus was the power of God.

“Turn around.” Chuck ordered. I did as he said,leaning on my elbows,with my ass in the air. I felt Chuck give a satisfied noise at the view as he softly rubbed my ass. “So perfect.” he murmured. I yelped in pleasant surprise when he Gave my ass a sharp smack. “Still resilient as ever.”

I whimpered when I felt Chuck slide a finger inside me,getting me ready. His thumb ghosted over my other hole, teasing but he never entered. Chuck told me once Anal was something he reserved for his male lovers only. I didn’t mind,as much as I would enjoy the experience,I couldn’t get greedy.

As soon as he felt I was wet enough,he stroked his hard again cock and pushed it into my waiting pussy,spreading my legs. Slower than last time,as he drew it out,then slowly back in,making me feel every inch of him.

I moaned out,my eyes closing as I savored the feeling. Chuck gave a growl of his own. “How does that feel Princess? You love feeling every inch of your creator don’t you!”

“Yes Daddy it feels amazing.” I managed to whine out. “Please don’t stop.” I begged.

“Oh trust me I won’t. Remember Daddy said he wouldn’t stop until you were begging me to,or can’t beg at all.”

Chuck promised and he delivered,his cock working me over and over,slower then faster,harder and deeper. I lost count how many times I came,until I my eyes rolled back in a daze and I went limp. God knew I was done then as he buried himself inside me and came,his second load even hotter and thicker then the first. He had assured me our very first time together that he couldn’t get me pregnant unless he willed it so.

Chuck let go of me then,as I collapsed onto the bed. My body no longer able to keep me up,to be honest that last hour,the only thing keeping me up was Chuck’s strong grip,around my waist,in my hair,around my throat... I knew I’d probably have bruises,but nothing he couldn’t heal.

Chuck placed a hand on my cunt and I was dry,no cum residue anywhere. God and his powers.

“That’s effective.” I mumbled into the sheets.

Chuck gave a light laugh at that. “Yes it is.” I felt him rub a hand up my back and gave a contended moan.

“How are you feeling?” Chuck asked,always ambivalent no matter what state he was in. “I can get you some water this time.”

“More than satisfied.” I smiled,my eyes closed.

“So it was that good.” Chuck teased,knowing full well it had been.

I managed to roll over,staring up at him. “It was euphoric,heavenly.” I told him.

“Godlike.” Chuck quipped,with a cocky grin.

“Obviously.” I snickered back.

After water and a lot of pampering,we layed in bed,myself cuddled up next Chuck as he held me. I was actually pleasantly surprised he had stayed,but I didn’t say anything lest I ruin the mood.

“I can read minds remember.” Chuck spoke up, staring down at me,with an amused look.

I gave him a look. “Well stop it.”

“Hey I can’t help it,if your thoughts are so loud. You don’t need to worry Lena. I’m not going anywhere, not this time.” Chuck reassures me as I look up at him,he puts a finger to my chin bringing my lips to his as he kisses me softly.

As much as I loved this,and I admit I did,I wondered how long the dream could last really. And one other question was nagging at the back of my mind.

What were we going to tell The Winchesters?

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The End for now...

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tearsofgrace · 4 years

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never enough

15.18 coda

it’s not happy...

word count: 1.5k, tags: cw suicide, spn spoilers (obvs), mcd, angst, deal with the empty, idk it’s just sad guys

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It took him hours to notice it. He hadn’t felt it in the moment. Hadn’t felt the Cas’ hand stick slightly to his shoulder as it pushed him away, leaving him to face the Empty alone.

But now that he’d noticed it, it was all he could look at. That bright red handprint standing out starkly against his jacket. It was perfect, really. Not a drop out of place. Just a handprint and nothing else. That was all he had left.

The handprint where Castiel had “gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.” And now he’d saved him one more time. Same shoulder, same placement, same sting when Dean looked at it.

It was poetic in the cruelest of ways. And if it weren’t for everything, he would have thought this was Chuck’s writing. But, no. Castiel was the only part of Chuck’s story that he couldn’t control. Because Cas had fallen.

Cas had fallen in love with him. And Dean loved him back. Of course he did.

But he’d been too cowardly to say it back. How could he? When his best friend in the entire world looked at him with an expression that could only be described as pure unadulterated joy and said the words Dean had been longing to hear his whole life… how could he say them back?

So he hadn’t. He’d begged Cas not to do this. Not to be taken away. But Cas hadn’t listened. It had been too late anyway. His joy was sealed, and so was his fate. He didn’t need to hear it back to be happy.

“I love you too,” Dean whispered to the empty room.

His eyes were dry now. He’d ran out of tears a few hours ago, but the sobs had continued for some time. Gasping, heaving, no room for air in his lungs because all he could feel was crushing disappointment, sadness, anger, self-loathing.

He’d had the chance to give Cas everything in his final moments.

And they were his final moments. He had no delusions about that. Cas was never coming back. Ever. There were no deals, no resurrections, no last ditch efforts to save him. He was just gone. The love of Dean’s life was gone.

Sam hadn’t called again. He probably assumed Dean was dead. He might as well be. Or maybe Sam was dead, Jack too.

The back of Dean’s gun dug into his side and he almost reached for it. His family was gone. So he might as well join them in eternal damnation.

But something stopped him. Some hope instilled in him by Cas’ words, even though now he was gone.

Cas had loved him. He had made Cas happy.

He looked down at the handprint again and fit his hand into it. It shouldn’t have still been wet. Not now. But it was, sticking slightly to Dean’s fingers.

He leaned his head back against the wall, the cold floor becoming uncomfortable beneath him. He wouldn’t leave tonight. He could stay alive. If only to stand up to Chuck when he had nothing left.

I love you, the words rang in his ear and he dry sobbed again, wishing there were tears left to fall.

Why hadn’t he just said it back? He’d meant it. He loved Cas. Maybe he always had. And not like he loved Sam. It was just Cas, only Cas, Cas was gone.

Distantly, he heard the bunker door open and close. At least Sam or Jack had made it out. Then again, that could be Chuck coming to drag him away. Coming to gloat that the flaw in his plan, the hiccup that Cas had caused again and again was gone.

Without Cas, they couldn’t win. Cas was what Chuck wasn’t expecting. He’d fought for Dean over and over. He’d shown his love over and over. And Dean had been too stubborn to see it, too stubborn to accept it.

Cas, the one Dean had abandoned and betrayed.

Cas, the one who came back ever single time.

Cas, the broken angel who had fallen too far.

And he was dead.

Dean pulled his hand from the handprint and looked to the ceiling. Searching for a sign, an answer, any comfort to remove the pit that had settled in his stomach weighing him down. He’d never felt like this. Not when Sam had died. Not when Mom had died. Hell, not even when Cas had died before.

This was different.

This was floating face down in a pool, weightless because everything was crushing inward. This was drowning, lungs filling up with pain that left no room for anything else. This was falling off a building willingly, death just inches below him, but not quite being able to reach it because he didn’t have the energy to die. This was a fate far worse than death.

He didn’t look up when Sam came into the room, Jack right behind him.

He barely reacted when Sam looked around frantically, crouching by his brother and shaking his shoulders, trying to see if he was okay.

He didn’t move until Sam asked in a quite voice, as if he was afraid of the answer, “Where’s Cas?”

Only then did he look up at his brother, his eyes rimmed red but completely dry. Sam’s eyes fell to the handprint on his shoulder and he knelt next to Dean. Jack stood over them, his head tilted curiously but something on his face saying he knew exactly where Cas was.

“Dean, what happened?” Sam said, resting an arm on his shoulder. Not the one with the handprint. Not the one that mattered. Not the one that stung with loss.

“He’s gone,” Dean said hoarsely. He’d have to tell him at some point. He’d have to get it over with. He’d have to let his soul open up and let out his darkest secret.

“The Empty?” Jack asked quietly, and Dean jerked his face up to look at him. Jack had known. He’d known about the deal. Of course he had… it was to save him.

Dean nodded mutley and his hands started shaking again. Gone, gone, gone. Cas was gone. Alone. Forgotten. In love with no clue that it was returned.

“What the hell?” Sam said, shifting to get more comfortable.

“He made a deal,” Jack supplied. His voice was tight with emotion. Dean risked a glance up at him. He looked just as alone as Dean felt. His father had been taken from him. “To save me,” he continued. "When he experienced a moment of true happiness, he would be taken.”

True happiness, Dean thought bitterly. It had been happiness enough to tell him. He’d seen that on Cas’ face. The joy, the freedom, the relief. He’d been carrying this for years.

“Cas wasn’t happy?” That was all Sam said. Disbelief written across his face, hanging in his voice.

He could have been.

“Dean,” Jack started, and Dean looked back at the floor. He knew what was coming. He’d been prepared for this. But he still couldn’t do it. “What made him happy?”

He couldn’t look at the kid. Not now. So instead he looked up at Sam, his eyes broken, pleading for him to understand. To understand why he was sinking lower and lower as every happy thought left his body. To understand why he would never be truly happy again. To understand that today, he’d lost everything.

Sam’s eyes widened just a fraction and then he nodded once, slowly. And Dean thought he was going to drop it there. But he understood even better than that. He understood that Dean needed to say it. “What did he say?” he asked softly.

“He said,” Dean took a deep breath. “He said he loved me.” He started crying again. No tears, just shaking shoulders and desperate gasps for air that wasn’t there. “And I-” he cleared his throat, trying to gain control. “I didn’t say it back.”

This time Sam reached across and pulled him into a tight hug, Dean shaking as he cried silently into his shoulder.

“He knew,” his brother said simply. “Of course he knew.”

No one spoke after that. They just sat there, reeling in shock. Cas was gone. Cas was what held this family together, what gave them a chance, and he was stuck somewhere completely alone, eternal emptiness finally laying its hold on him.

Dean wanted to shout to Sam that it didn’t matter if Cas had known. Because Dean hadn’t told him. Because Cas had seemed like he didn’t know. Because Cas had said that happiness was just in being. Was just in saying it.

But he didn’t know.

How could he know?

Happiness would have been waking up next to each other. Happiness would have been going on walks hand in hand, soft smiles exchanged between breathless kisses. Happiness would have been getting into stupid arguments and laughing when they were finally resolved. Happiness would have been being with each other, completely, entirely. Giving themselves over wholly, not to God and his angels, but to the other. Happiness would have been 3 AM movie parties and midafternoon cuddle sessions. Wiping away each other's tears and kissing away the pain.

So, yes. They could have been happy. Could have had it all.

But they didn’t.

And now they never would.

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homosexualslug · 4 years

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Don't Be Afraid to Change Your Ending: A Tale of Three Series Finales

I was reading @thylaa's great post about how Supernatural wrote its series finale backwards and how that was their downfall. Funnily enough, I think that was the same issue the infamous series finales for "How I Met Your Mother" and "Game of Thrones" had too.

Besides being three of my favorite shows, the three shows had one big thing in common: all of them wanted a shocking, unexpected ending that they decided on and locked in way in advance.

Supernatural wanted one of the brothers to die permanently and tragically.

HIMYM wanted the ultimate "plot twist!" with Ted realizing he's in love with Robin. They even filmed its big reveal scene as early as Season 2.

George R. Martin's ASOIAF true book endgame was never revealed to us, but most likely it involved: Daenarys going insane and having to be killed by Jon, the Lannisters dying together, Arya killing the Night King, etc.

There is nothing wrong with having a long game plan with writing: in fact some of the best shows happen when they have a clear beginning, middle and ending. The issue? The stories they wrote changed. They became better, deeper, more nuanced. Suddenly, those tropey endings made no sense.

Supernatural became better and stronger BECAUSE it was no longer just the brothers; it created a found family from all the people they saved, expanded the world of hunters and monsters, it made them feel less alone in these big battles. Not just Cas and Jack, but Bobby and Charlie and Garth and Eileen and Jo and Ellen and Kevin. Even former baddies like Rowena, Crowley, Gabriel and Mitch became part of the team.

HIMYM stopped being about Ted and Robin's supposed endgame; the two actually moved on, Robin had stories and arcs of her own instead of always being Ted's "the one that got away", she even fell in love with another main character.

Game of Thrones did so much with an unfinished story. Arya's powerful return, The Battle of the Bastards, Jaime's redemption. Its biggest strength for me was that Daenarys became this strong, powerful, and impactful character that you wanted to root for and not against.

At some point, the writers realized their original "tragic" endings no longer made sense and fixed it in the most awkward and impersonal ways.

Supernatural: Everyone cares about characters outside the brothers? Okay, kill or write out the rest one by one to the point that no one even shows up at Dean's funeral besides Sam and a dog.

HIMYM: Everyone actually wants to see Ted & The Mother and Robin & Barney together after all their build-up (and the last season taking place entirely at Robin/Barney's wedding?) Well, time for an episode-long montage that shows that the Mom died of an unnamed disease and Robin & Barney actually got divorced so it's okay for Ted to still be in love with her!

Game of Thrones: Jaime needs to dump Brienne and leave the good side so he and Cersei can still die together. Daenarys is still a good person/one of the heroes, so let's make up for lost time and have her suddenly lose her mind and burn down a city in the span of two episodes! Oh, right, and Bran is going to King of the Seven Kingdoms; hopefully this Tyrion monologue will explain everything.

Sidenote: One of my favorite movies is "Stranger than Fiction", which like Supernatural involves a writer meeting their character. In the film, Karen Eiffel is a famous author known for killing her characters in tragic, morbid ways.

She experiences writer's block as she tries to figure out the perfect way to kill her newest protagonist, Harold Crick. By the time she finds a way to kill him, however, she learns that Harold is a real person.

Suddenly, she has to choose between giving up her super tragic ending or change it to let this man live. He reads the ending and decides to accept his fate: sacrificing his life for the sake of good storytelling.

This sacrifice changes how she sees him and his story. He became so much more than the character she had created; he became humble, he lived his life to the fullest, he chose to be grateful for the time and people he did have. And so last minute, she rewrites the ending. She found another way to make it poetic, even if it wasn't the despair she was always known for.

Not every character HAS to survive for it to be a good ending, but oftentimes so many writers use Major Character Death as a cop-out to get the most tears or gasps. And it works. No matter how Sam or Dean die, we will cry because Jensen and Jared are damn good actors and we’ve spent so many years with them.

With the proper build-up, Major Character Death can even be the most impactful ending. I personally think "Breaking Bad" wouldn't be the same if Walter White didn't die alone, and "The Good Place" wouldn't be the same if the characters never walked through the Last Door.

Supernatural, HIMYM, and Game of Thrones are still some of my favorite TV shows of all time. It just hurts that they were so focused on staying true to their original endings that they abandoned the beautiful stories they had created along the way.

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dolphindiluna · 4 years

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𝗜 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗲 The cell continued to ring. He should talk to Sam, let him know that he was alive. He laughed bitterly at the thought, was he really alive? He didn't feel that way. He was flesh, bones, tears and blood. But alive? No. Living had just taken on another dimension. The point is that he died so many times that he lost count, but for the first time he knew what it was to really die, this death that people talk about, death in life.

How many important people fell on the way?

His mind returned to the day of his mother's death. Even though he was not in his room that day, his father had counted on so many details, on a night of drunkenness, that he didn't even need to see with his eyes, his mind "saw" much more than he wanted.

Then the father. That father obsessed with killing the damn demon who took the life of his beloved wife. The father who raised his children to save people, hunting things, the family business. The father absent for loving too much.

And Ellen and Jo. Pamela, Bob, Kevin, Charlie. And so many others. Many…

And again the father and mother.

And Sam. Each time he lost his brother, a piece of him died together. Sam, who kept calling over and over.

- Sam, I'm fine.

- Dean! What happened? Why did it take so long to answer the phone?

- Sorry, Sammy. Are you ok?

He heard the sound of his brother swallowing the words, those few seconds hanging over them like a sharp sword. Dean knew, he always knew.

- Sammy?

- Dean, everybody's gone, everybody. Charlie, Bob and even Donna. It's just me and Jack.

The brother's voice was weak. Sam who was so dedicated to protecting everyone, even with the weight of Eileen's loss on his shoulders. He wanted to hug him. He wished he could go back in time when he carried Sam in his boyish arms and rocked him, promising to protect him from danger. "Take care of your brother, Dean" had been the main task his father had given him, and he, as a good soldier, never deviated from his mission. Taking care of Sam, protecting him, was what gave him the strength to get up every morning.

- Sammy, come home.

- Dean, is everything okay? What happened to Billie?

- Billie is dead. You and Jack, come home soon.

- Okay, Dean.

He hung up the phone and put his hands on his face again. He was not able to tell Sam the whole truth, because telling what happened was having to face reality, and he was not yet ready to say goodbye.

The silence in the dungeon choked him, but he didn't have the strength to leave. Maybe he didn't want to leave. Somewhere in his heart, a fragile flame continued to resist. He looked at the wall, hoping the black hole would regurgitate what The Empty had stolen from him.

"I annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that he sent me back."

Dean remembered those words as if they were said yesterday. He clung to them in despair. But deep down, he knew, he knew that The Empty would not give up again.

Why didn't he tell the truth? Why?

Why did he push his feelings into some dark corner of himself, not even allowing himself to think?

Why didn't he give himself the right to believe that he could be loved, be happy?

All that fury that has weighed on his chest since childhood, that anger that he thought defined him.

"Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love."

Even now he couldn't see himself that way, because that meant he was always a coward for not having struggled to take on what he felt.

Coward. He had been a coward until the end. And now he paid the price for being afraid to say the same words he had received.

The chest pain increased. He needed to get out of there, he needed to breathe. Shivering, using the wall as a support, he stood up slowly. The first steps were unstable. He managed to reach the chair in the middle of the room, held it in search of something solid to keep him on his feet until he felt he could walk without fear of falling.

When he finally reached the door, he couldn't resist and looked back again. That flame in his chest had just gone out. The pain increased, crushing his heart.

"You changed me, Dean ... I love you."

He ran out of the room, his hand over his mouth to stifle his sob.

He didn't want to be that anymore. He no longer wanted to be the Dean who assumed all the responsibilities and suppressed any feeling that his enemies could use against him. He was tired of being strong, of trying to be invincible.

He heard Sam calling for him. He needed his brother, needed this time to reverse logic, needed Sam to take care of him, to protect him from pain.

- Sammy.

Your voice so weak, so different from your voice of thunder.

- Sammy, Sammy!

He arrived at the library without strength. His brother was near the big table in the lobby.

- Sammy, please.

Sam ran towards him, followed closely by Jack. His frightened eyes were filled with concern. There, in the center of the library, the two came face to face.

He couldn't take it anymore, everything around him spun. He saw Cass in every corner of that place. Cass hugging him when they met after Chuck and Amara left. Cass sitting next to him in one of the few moments of peace, celebrating Jack's life.

Cass, smiling through her tears, saying goodbye to never come back.

- He's gone, Sammy.

Finally, the heavy tears broke through the barrier and he fell to the floor. The weight of defeat weighed on his body. He punched his chest several times in penance.

Sam didn't know what had happened, but he suspected it had to do with Castiel's absence. He knelt in front of his brother, pulling him into his arms. He always feared that this day would come, the day when Dean would accept his own feelings, but that Cass would not be there to receive them.

- He's gone, Sammy, gone. And I didn't say. I didn't say, Sammy.

- Put it all out, Dean, don't keep it anymore.

The brother's words allowed him to be the Dean that Castiel once loved.

- CASS!

The aching cry tore at his chest.

Jack watched his parents' pain and felt powerless because there was nothing he could do. All he wanted to do was bring Cass back, but he had no more powers. He no longer had Castiel. His father had died.

The strength with which the angel's name was said in that place full of magic, had the power to transcend the walls and resonate beyond that plane. In heaven, the angels wept for the loss of yet another of them. Castiel had been a friend and also an enemy, in the end being just another puppet in the hands of God.

In hell, Rowena stopped in the middle of a lustful laugh. His eyes watered. After all, the angel also became his boy.

But it was Chuck who was pierced by that spear of pain. He, who in his arrogance despised his own creations, who played with their lives, now felt the agony with such violence that it surprised him. In her mind, Amara's voice, full of bitterness, prophesied:

- Brother, you can lie to yourself as much as you want. But the truth is that you lost your most loyal son, the one who loved you so much, the one you wickedly despised. And I know it hurts you. We feel Dean's pain. And as long as we exist, we will carry that pain as a reminder of how bad we can be.

Chuck turned his eyes to Dean and for a moment hesitated in his firm intention to destroy everything. The weight of loneliness as a reminder of your choices. Sitting on his mythical throne, he was the image of a defeated god.

In the library, Dean continues to cry hugging his brother, his face buried in Sam's chest. It was sad to see that they had switched places, Sammy was taking care of Dean as Dean had always done for him.

- Dean, you need to vent, you can't have all that feeling with you anymore.

The pain, like fire, rose in his throat and was finally released.

- Cass, you are the only one I want to have, my true happiness. Cass, I love you ...

Words can transform. Words heal.

In The Empty, where angels and demons rest, dreaming eternally of their past, Castiel, in his serene sleep, dreams of the words he wanted to hear so much. His lips curl in an affable smile, while a tear escapes his sleeping eyes.

- I always knew, Dean … ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this story a few days after the episode aired, listening to "I Will Never Be The Same" (which became the title of this story) by Melissa Etheridge, because this song, for me, is the synthesis of what happened to these two characters. These were, as they have been ever since, days of sadness and anxiety. The question the fandom keeps asking itself: is it really the end? Did the series make Destiel canon to kill Castiel soon after? As a fan, especially as a fan of Destiel, I am still waiting for the return of our beloved angel in the last episode, to finally find happiness with the man she loves. Because these two definitely deserve to be happy after everything they've been through. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- English is not my first language. Please forgive any mistakes I may have made. And I don't know whose illustration it is. If anyone knows, please let me know so I can give the artist proper credit.

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justahopelessssromantic · 4 years

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Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys here’s the first part of Finding Hope! I hope you all enjoy this story as I’m really excited to share it with you! Thank you so much for reading and please let me know what you think 💕 Love you all and appreciate all the support 💖

Warnings: A little angst

Daniella swung the door to the small apartment building open stepping inside the poorly lit entryway. She looked up at the long climb of stairs ahead of her and groaned. With Hope limp against her chest sleeping like a rock and her duffle in her other arm she made her way up stopping to readjust the child every few steps. The muffled shouting echoed through the stairway through the walls, a familiar sound really for both her and her sister. The shouting grew louder as she made it about halfway up the steps, a door above having clearly been opened.

“Fuck you! You don’t care about me and never have!” A younger female voice shouted from above.

“You ungrateful little shit! You don’t know the half of what I’ve given up for you!” Another voice shouted.

Daniella looked to the sleeping girl in her arms, surprisingly seeming unfazed by the whole thing which was a relief to her. The last thing she needed was the two bickering females to wake Hope up after the day they had.

“Hey don’t you fucking walk away from me, Leticia!” The older sounding woman screamed.

A young girl with long dark hair came whipping around the corner and rushed down the stairs. Daniella moved more to the side to clear a path for the young girl, who she was putting together as Leticia, to get out of there. At the top of the stairs appeared the older woman still shouting holding what appeared to be a slipper. She flung the shoe down the stairs at the girl just missing her as she managed to make it out of the door.

“Jesus Christ!” Daniella muttered through clenched teeth. “Watch what you’re fucking doing! I have a fucking kid.” She barked back at the woman no longer as concerned about the young girl sleeping as she was pissed off.

“Mind your own fucking business, puta!” The woman spat back at her before stomping back into her apartment and slamming the door shut so hard the building practically shook.

“Bitch,” Daniella muttered to herself.

Now little Hope was starting to stir. Daniella cursed to herself setting the duffle down and running soothing circles across the girls back until she settled back down snuggled against her chest. Letting out a sigh Daniella picked the bag back up and made her way up the rest of the steps stopping in front of the apartment across from the one the woman just disappeared into. Looks like she already made a great impression on her new neighbors.

She set her bag down once more. Fishing through all her pockets until she found the set of keys she pulled them out shifting the weight on her feet before unlocking the door and entering the apartment. She flicked the light on before turning back around, picking up her bag and setting it inside before closing the door and locking all three locks securely .

The apartment was small but nice. It was just enough space for her and now her new unexpected companion. She walked further in stopping in front of the brown leather sofa. Kicking her sneakers off beside it she kept going through the apartment until she finally found the bedroom. Inside was a fully made bed. Right now she was so thankful for her best friend for coming and setting all this up for her, she really didn't know what she'd do without her. She pulled back the covers and gently laid Hope down on the bed, tucking her in tightly.

Daniella never wanted kids. She didn’t want to fuck them up like she had been, dragging them into her mess of a life. They say you turn into your parents and that was her greatest fear. She wasn’t fit to be a mother, wouldn’t do that to an innocent life.

But now here she was, and she would do anything to protect the fragile life in her care.

She reached out brushing a strand of Hope’s dark hair behind her ear. “I promise I’m gonna give you the life I didn’t have,” she whispered, “You are going to be taken care of. You will feel loved.”

Pulling back she stepped out of the room to grab the bag and take it to the bathroom. Leaving the door open so she could keep an eye and ear on Hope she slipped the baseball cap off her head tossing it to the counter. She looked at her reflection, the long drive with no sleep showing all over her features. Her eyes were heavy, bags prominent beneath them and the cut on her lip still stung from the earlier blow but she had looked worse, far worse in her past.

Wincing she pulled the black hoodie off and over her head dropping it to the ground. Her body was scarred all over a constant reminder of what she had endured and how far she had come. Turning she glanced back, stealing a look at her now bare back, a large deep bruise forming just below her ribs. She grimaced as she straightened back and rolled her shoulders. Her body was stiff and sore. Now that the adrenaline had worn off she was feeling everything and her hands began trembling. She squeezed them into fists closing her eyes and took deep breaths until the trembling began to subside. It was moments like this when she wanted to crumble and find a release.

Stripping the rest of the way she unzipped the bag pulling out an oversized t-shirt and slipping it on. Reaching back in she pulled out the folded picture she had tucked away carefully. Switching the light off in the bathroom on her way out she padded back into the bedroom turning the lamp on beside the bed and climbing in beside Hope. Unfolding the picture she looked over the old photo for probably the hundredth time now taking in every detail like she had for years.

The man in the photo was handsome, a warm smile on his face with a cigarette in hand straddling a motorcycle. Her mother sitting behind him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. They looked happy but looks can be deceiving, she knew that better than most.

This picture was the reason for Daniella coming to Santo Padre. In it was her biological father, the biker trash asshole who her mother had told her about, the now president of the Mayans MC Santo Padre charter, Obispo 'Bishop' Losa.

The sun shined down brightly on Daniella. Walking out the gate she closed her eyes soaking in her freedom and taking a deep breath of fresh air feeling lighter than ever.

"Heyyyy!" Daniella's best friend Rowena sang beaming as she made her way out. "Look at you! Do a little spin for us tiny.” She hollered.

Daniella chuckled, rolling her eyes but did a little spin anyways coming around once more to take a look at the Stockton State prison one last time as she walked backwards away from it flipping her middle finger towards the building. Coming back around she grinned as she was scooped into Rowena’s arms. “I missed you bitch.” Her voice was muffled in the embrace.

Rowena pulled back holding her at arms length and getting a good look at Daniella. “Missed you too,” she cooed smiling. She then examined Daniella’s face closely. Sure she had visited her often in the year she had been out but it felt different on the outside. Her eyes landed on the cut on Daniella’s lip and she smirked. “Nice new accessory.” She said pointing to the cut.

“Oh yeah? You like it?” Daniella said grinning, “just a little going away present from Carmen.” She said nonchalantly.

“I could have sworn you two would have killed each other by now.” Rowena said, pulling Daniella into her side and heading towards her car. “Shit must have really changed since I got out.”

“Yeah well what can I say? She warmed up to me. I mean what’s there not to like?” Daniella boasted as they made their way to Rowena's vehicle.

“Yeah, yeah.” Rowena said, waving her friend off. “You got me there.” Unlocking the door to her old yellow Volkswagen she slipped into the driver’s seat, Daniella making her way around to the passenger’s.

Rowena started the car rolling down the windows for Daniella. She knew the last thing her friend would want to feel after coming out was feeling confined some more. The only thing Rowena wanted when she got out was to feel everything, all the little things you couldn’t get from the inside, the rush of the wind being the first thing she got to. It was like a high in itself.

Daniella fastened her seatbelt and turned more towards her friend. “So did you find anything, Ro?” She asked eagerly.

“You mean did I find your Papi?” Rowena looked back at her raising a brow as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Damn right I did girl.” She grinned, “And by the way how come you never told me he was so hot?” She moaned dreamily, “Like damn Dani if he doesn’t wanna be your daddy he can most certainly be mine.” She wiggled her eyebrows at her.

Daniella’s mouth fell open as she shoved Rowena lightly, “Fuck you!” She laughed, “God you’re so disgusting.”

“Hey watch it I’m trying to drive here,” Rowena laughed, “You’re going to run us off the road and then neither one of us is gonna get to meet him.”

“If that’s what it’ll take to end this discussion about my hot,” Daniella cringed playfully, “daddy.” She managed out, “Then I’m willing to make that sacrifice.”

Rowena laughed, kicking on the AC and opening the vents in front of her. “Fine I won’t say anymore about it, for now.”

“Thank you,” Daniella scrunched her nose up smiling at Rowena. “So,” she started her tone more serious now, “Where is he?” Daniella had always been curious about who her real father was even with all the nasty things her mother would tell her about him. She wanted to know what he was like, if everything her mother said was true or not, and he had to be a hell of a lot better than her mother and her boyfriend Billy. He was what got her through those three long years inside.

“It took a little while to track him down and find which Mayans charter he belonged to but I was finally able to pin him down to the Santo Padre Charter,” Rowena stated, “He’s the president of the club there, Obispo Losa, goes by the name Bishop.”

“Bishop,” Daniella whispered to herself looking out her window. She stuck her hand out the open window, the rush of air blowing against her skin and rushing into the car to blow her hair back. She watched as the various houses and buildings passed by as they drove down the road getting lost in her thoughts.

“I got you an apartment there, set it up and everything.” Rowena continued stealing a glance at Daniella every now and then. “You’re all set, you can finally get the fuck out of this toxic place.”

Daniella turned her attention back to Rowena giving her a small smile. “Thank you so much Ro.” She said sincerely, “I don't know what I’d do without you or how I’m ever going to pay you back.”

“Find your dad, start fresh and live the life you fucking deserve Daniella.” Rowena said, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Stop,” Daniella groaned looking up to push the tears away that were beginning to pool in her eyes, “You are going to make me cry.” She would forever be thankful for her best friend and all the women who had helped her out throughout the years, her real family, the only people she could truly trust and count on.

“Right,” Rowena said, pushing her own tears away, “No time for all this sappy shit.” She laughed half heartedly taking a deep breath. “If you really want to make it up to me then the least you can do is introduce me to your daddy.” She teased playfully.

Daniella rolled her eyes again and burst out laughing. “You just don’t know when to quit!” She shook her head, “There’s something seriously wrong with you, you got some major daddy issues to work out.”

“Yeah, well take a good look in the mirror yourself bitch.” Rowena joked laughing.

“Fuck you.” Daniella smirked, flipping her friend off.

“Back at ya!” Rowena quipped back, returning the bird. The two women laughed together til it died down and Rowena spoke up once more. “So what’s first? You want to grab some food?”

“Nah,” Daniella said. She just wanted to get the band aid ripped off first and go home and then she could fully enjoy her new found freedom. “Take me home. I need to get my shit and then we can get some food or something, have a proper girls day before I leave tomorrow.” She smiled at Rowena.

“Are you sure you’re ready to see her?” Rowena asked.

“Yeah,” Daniella said. It had been three years since she saw her mother last, she never once came to visit Daniella when she was inside but she didn’t really care. “I just need to be done with it, get what’s rightfully mine then get the hell out of there.”

“You gonna give her a piece of your mind?”

Daniella shook her head, “She’s not worth it. I’ve wasted too much of my time on her. I just need to face her long enough to collect and then I’m never looking back. It’s time to put me first.”

“Alright Hope,” Daniella said as she squatted in front of the young girl and tied her shoes, “Today is the day. We are finally going to face him.” She finished the double knot and stood up. Hope looked back at her with her big brown eyes like she always did, her thumb a permanent fixture in her mouth and her little green stuffed bear held tightly in her arm. “I know that’s what I said the last three times but I mean it this time. I’m not gonna chicken out anymore.” She told her or really more herself. Hope had yet to utter a single word since they were together only offering maybe a nod here and there.

Three times now Daniella had stopped outside the scrapyard where Bishop worked and each time she had psyched herself out and would head back home. She wasn’t usually so easily scared but something about approaching this man, her father, who she was told wanted nothing to do with her growing up just sent her mind in a downward spiral. What if he still wanted nothing to do with her? What if he sent her away? What if he rejected her once more? Then coming all the way to Santo Padre would be for nothing. She had nowhere else to go. It was taking a big risk coming here and bringing Hope along.

“Now,” she continued talking to her sister some more, “I know it’s confusing but we’re going to have to tell people I’m your mama, okay?” She said, looking into the girl’s eyes, almost an exact copy of her own. At least it would be believable. Hope could definitely pass as her own. “It’s just better that way. Raises less questions.” She nodded to the girl patting her gently on the leg.

"How does this sound?" Daniella asked Hope standing straight, "Hey I don't know if you remember but it's me, your daughter, the one you didn't want." She trailer off. "Yeah you're right, that sounds ridiculous." Daniella let out a sigh running her hand over her face. "We'll work on it on the way over." Daniella extended her hand out to Hope who took it with her free hand, the other still attached to her mouth, and she helped her off the couch. Walking hand in hand they exited their apartment and Daniella locked the door behind them. At the same time Letty was exiting her apartment across the way.

“Hey,” Daniella greeted with a smile, “Leticia, right?” She recalled from the argument they had walked into when they first arrived.

“Letty,” She said slightly annoyed. There was a sense of hesitation that the young girl gave off to Daniella. She seemed very guarded and distrustful, a lot like Daniella herself.

“Dani,” Daniellla introduced herself. “And this is little Hope.” She said smiling down at the young girl.

They began walking down the stairs together as they headed out. “So,” Letty spoke up breaking the silence, “Is it just you two? Her dad’s not around?” She asked looking at the tiny girl as they made their way down slowly due to her little legs.

“Yep, just me and her against the world.” Daniella said guiding Hope down the steps carefully. “Her dad’s a piece of shit anyways. She’s better off without him.” The guilt tugged in the back of Daniella’s mind briefly before she shook it off, shoving it away mentally. “What about you? Just you and your mom?” Daniella asked to change the subject back to Letty.

“Unfortunately yeah,” Letty signed, “I can't wait to get away from the bitch. I never knew my dad.” She added.

“Hey there’s one thing we have in common.” Daniella said with a light chuckled. “I never knew my father either and my mother was a real fucking piece of work.”

Letty smiled, it was nice to have someone to talk to, who she felt could maybe understand her. “Well to absent fathers and to shitty mothers.” She laughed.

“And to doing better than them,” Daniella added, smiling down at Hope as she watched her toddle down the last step. “It’s up to us, you know? You and me, to break that cycle.” She said looking to Letty. “We aren’t going to be like them. If not for us then for them” She smiled back down at Hope.

Letty smiled at the young mother. "You seem like you're already doing it. You look like a good mother."

Daniella smiled. It had only been a few days in the role of "mother" and she really hoped she would not fuck it up for her sister. "Thank you, that means a lot. Now I just need to find a damn job. Maybe we'll find something today."

"Having trouble?" Letty asked. Daniella looked like someone who shouldn't have much trouble finding work to Letty.

Daniella sighed. "Yeah, I guess I'm just a little rusty and nervous." She said honestly, "There's not many options for people straight out of prison with no real resume."

Letty felt for her. Unfortunately that was a struggle many of the residents of Santo Padre had. "Well if you don't find anything I could maybe hook you up, put in a good word for porn." She offered. That was one job that wouldn't have any qualms about her past.

Daniella's heart broke a little at Letty's offer. "Thank you." She said sincerely, "I'm trying to get away from shit like that though but when I find a job," she said trying to remain positive, "I'm gonna need someone to watch Hope and I don't really have anyone I can trust. Do you think you'd maybe be interested?" She offered back to her.

Letty smiled wide at her and then down at the cute little girl. "Yeah, maybe. That'd be great."

"Awesome," Daniella said, "Well we better get going. Have a great day Letty. We'll see you around." Daniella opened the door holding it for Letty.

"See ya!" Letty called out heading in the opposite direction of Daniella and Hope, "Good luck!"

Angel sat with Coco, Gilly, and Riz on break as they watched EZ wash the bikes, heckling him now and then just for fun.

"Hey boy scout," Coco called out, "Watch it. Fuck up the paint and I'll fuck you up."

Angel chuckled watching his brother doing the grunt work as he took a swig of his beer. It was a nice change in their dynamic for him and truth be told he loved having his little brother wanting to be a part of the club, a part of something of Angel’s.

Taza and Hank rode in, parking next to where EZ was working on Coco’s bike and instructing him to do theirs next. Taking their helmets off they made their way over to the men sitting at the picnic table. “Who’s baby mama lurking outside?” Taza asked the men, “that’s what? The third or fourth time I’ve seen her out there.”

Gilly, Riz, and Angel all looked at Coco. “What?” Coco snapped, “Don’t look at me. She’s not mine. Haven’t seen her a day in my life.”

“Well we know it’s not the prospects,” Riz stated nodding over to EZ who was now drying off Coco’s bike. “Unless there’s something you're not telling us about your time inside.” The men chuckled.

“No, definitely not mine.” EZ replied grinning.

“Well as much as I’d like to claim that as mine,” Angel said, setting his beer down. He had seen the woman and small child now everyday for the last few days as well as the other guys. He wanted to approach her but everytime he went she’d be gone just as quickly as she’d arrive.“I’ve never met her,” he said shaking his head, “And trust me, I’d remember if I did.”

“Maybe she’s just here about the job,” Creeper offered up. They had put out word looking for someone to lend a hand to Chucky with the office and accounting now that their business with the Cartel had picked up some.

Angel stood up straightening his shirt out. “I’ll go find out.” He was determined to catch her this time. He’d be lying if he said she didn’t captivate him, that he wasn’t thinking about her often and all he wanted was to at least know her name.

“Better hurry,” Gilly teased. He and the guys had been having to listen to him complain and talk about the woman the last few days. There was no denying her beauty and he could see why Angel was so caught up in the woman, still it was always fun to be able to tease him about it. “Don’t wanna miss her again.” He and the guys got a good laugh watching Angel as he’d try to catch her and fail every time.

“Oh, today’s the day hermano.” Angel called out heading out. “I’m not missing her again.”

“You know what Hope?” Daniella said looking down at Hope standing beside her. Her stomach was flipping as the nerves set in hard like they always did when she’d get her. “I think we should wait until tomorrow.” She said not for the first time, “It’ll just be better. Tomorrow is a good day.”

Hope looked up at her sucking on her thumb like always, her teddy gripped tightly. She held her one one arm up signaling to her older sister that she wanted to be picked up.

“Tired of walking?” Daniella asked. “Girl me too but I don’t have anyone to carry me.” The girl’s naturally big puppy dog eyes worked like a charm on Daniella without Hope even trying. “Fine, just this once.” She smiled giving in. Leaning down she picked up Hope and settled her on her hip. The green teddy fell from her grasp on the way up and landed on the cement. Daniella cursed getting ready to lean over and scoop it up when another’s hand came down and picked up the small stuffed animal.

Angel grinned at the woman handing the stuffed animal to her daughter. “Here you go.”

Daniella looked up at the tall man, her heartbeat picking up when their eyes met. He was wearing a cut, another member of the charter she put together. She swallowed her mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Thank you.”

“Angel,” he offered, introducing himself. “And this is?” He asked, looking to the small girl with the wide, deep brown eyes.

“Hope,” Daniella smiled looking over at her as well before back at him.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he grinned looking just a little longer at Hope before turning his attention back to her mother. “And how about you, querida?”

“Dani,” she said simply.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Dani.” He loved the name already and would be thinking of her even more now that he knew it. “And you too pequeña princesa.”

Hope snuggled closer to Dani, burying half of her face in her shoulder. A lot had changed for the young girl in the past few days so it was no wonder she had not been very vocal. In time Daniella hoped she would warm up to her.

“So none of the guys recognize you, you must not be here to collect for the kid.” He began, “which there’s only really one other reason you might be here.”

“Yeah?” She asked, raising her eyebrow. “And what might that be?”

“You and I were destined to meet.” He smirked looking down at her.

Daniella chuckled to herself internally. Not even a week out and she was already getting hit on. However attractive this Angel may be, she wasn't gonna fall into the trap, her main priority was Hope now and she was done giving herself away to others who would only just use her. "Heard that one before," she smiled sickeningly sweetly at him. "Got anything original?"

Angel was taken aback a moment but recovered quickly. He opened his mouth to quip back when Creeper called out from just outside the gate. "Yo Angel, stop with the flirting!" He hollered, "Bish wants to know if she's here for the damn job or not!"

Daniella's heart stopped at the mention of his name. Her fight or flight instincts were kicking in and she was ready to bolt but couldn't see how she'd manage to get away with that now.

"Right," Angel nodded, licking his lips, "So you here for the position?"

She thought about it quickly for a moment. She wasn't sure what the job entailed but she could use one and maybe this could be her in. Two birds with one stone right? She looked at Hope who was watching her intently and decided she better answer before the pause became too long. "Yeah," she smiled at Angel. "I'm here for the job."

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marril96 · 4 years

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Extra to the Bone

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Unhinged members of Rowena's former coven kidnap her girlfriend, and she enlists Sam and Dean's help to rescue her.

A/N: I wrote this back in April. It just never felt like the right time to publish it. So I just figured, why not today?

Editor: @miss-moon-guardian

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The last thing you expected when you went grocery shopping was to be kidnapped by a group of women — girls, really, for even the oldest among them had the minds of adolescents, though it didn't make them any less dangerous.

They appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and before you could utter a spell to protect yourself, they were spouting magic of their own. Strength in numbers, because why play fair when they could gang up on their target?

Girls like them never played fair.

You supposed you should have expected it. After all, it was you who had been warning Rowena about them for months now. All your pleas to be careful fell on deaf ears; they were harmless, Rowena had said, and stood by it. Just an overly enthusiastic group of witches. A coven — hers, once upon a time, now independent, theirs. And, oh, boy, had they made it theirs.

Rowena considered them nothing more than a nuisance. A part of her, you assumed, was flattered by their antics, even as they leveled up from annoying to creepy and, in what seemed like no time, stalkerish. Even when the two of you had put on a new set of warding on your home — just in case they managed to track you down — Rowena had insisted you were safe. They adored her. They wanted her attention, her approval. They weren't interested in you.

Until today when, apparently, they were, and, god, it sucked. You hated them. Loathed them from the depths of your soul. Less than pleasant (to say the least) words burned at your tongue, itching to break free, to set loose at them, but before you could utter anything, a piece of cloth was pressed over your mouth, and, moment by moment, everything went black.

As you faded into nothingness, it wasn't fear that occupied your thoughts. Or worry, or desire to rip them apart.

It was, Damn, they can't even knock me out with magic.

Some witches they were.

*****

It wasn't every day that Rowena showed up at the Bunker — willingly — but desperate times called for desperate measures. She stormed in without even ringing the bell and started shouting for Sam and Dean as if her life depended on it.

Yours, however much she wanted to deny it, might have.

"Y/N's been taken!" she yelled when the brothers showed up, looking at her as if she'd grown a second head.

It was Sam who spoke first. "What? Taken by whom?"

"The Extra Coven!"

Dean raised his eyebrows, baffled. "The what?"

"The Extra Coven!" Rowena repeated in the voice of someone announcing the antichrist's second coming. Or was it third, at this point?

"What's the Extra Coven?" Sam inquired.

Now wasn't that a story? "It's a coven of rather mediocre witches," she explained, face contorting with disgust at the memories that flooded her brain. Screeching. Cheering. The pride she used to beam with at the sight of those girls, which quickly became unease as their antics, once cute, precious, became uncomfortable. "My former coven, to be precise."

Sam frowned. "Your former coven?"

"Aye." Rowena's cheeks flushed with shame. It wasn't something she looked back on fondly — not anymore. "After the Mega Coven fiasco, I tried again. Y/N wasn't too thrilled at the idea—" and that was putting it lightly "—but I wanted a coven of my own." She wanted the admiration. The adoration. The Grand Coven had taken it from her, and she wanted it back.

You were right there, loving her more than anything in the world, but she didn't appreciate it. Not nearly enough. Her icy heart had started to melt at that point; she could tell you cared, and she was starting to realize she felt something, too. Something she, at the time, was too afraid to give in to, to even attempt to understand. It was just there, and it was terrifying.

Amara had just been dealt with, the world saved, and Rowena was left confused. All the power she sought, all the magic wasn't enough anymore. She felt… empty. Without purpose. Brimming with feelings she was too frightened to explore. If two divine beings couldn't figure their lives out, what hope was there for her?

So she'd decided to try for a new coven. It was a new world. New beginning. New Rowena. You'd told her it wasn't the best idea, but she was adamant to give it a try. What was the worst that could happen?

"I named it the Extra Coven, because Extra is better than Mega," she continued with a grin, which earned her puzzled stares. She ignored them. People never appreciated her genius. "Things were going well at first. The girls were learning fast, everybody got along. Then a few of them started getting… odd."

Odd was too mild a word. They'd started showing up at Rowena's hotel room unannounced, bearing gifts and jolly smiles. Every magic lesson she started would be interrupted by the select few individuals asking irrelevant questions. Often they would demand help, even if the spell they were being taught was easy; they would pout and whine, and when Rowena would approach them to go over it step by step, they would dissolve into giggles.

At first Rowena was flattered. Attention was like a drug to her; the more she got, the more she craved it. So what if it was a tad unconventional? Those girls admired her. Cherished her. Loved her. She could do no wrong in their eyes. When you complained they were taking a bit too much of her time, she dismissed you. So a few of them would show up at her hotel room for some after-hours tutoring, or they would take her to dinner to the most expensive restaurant in the city — so what? What was wrong in being pampered by her proteges?

As time went on, though, Rowena's enthusiasm withered. The Extra Coven was doing well, for the most part. Most of the witches were hard workers, genuinely interested in the craft and, at the same time, mesmerized by her presence. Fans, one might call them. They were kind and friendly, and they did as they were told. Rowena was beaming with pride.

However, as the rest of the group was growing into a true coven, the girls that had taken so much of her time had started to demand even more. It was always the same five girls. They never seemed to be improving; they asked for help, but they never took her advice. She might as well have taught the wall. They wanted after-hours lessons, but never learned anything. All they appeared to be interested in was being around her. The fact would have flattered Rowena had they not gone about it in such a way.

Your warnings suddenly started making sense. They weren't in the coven for the experience of witchcraft. They were there to be close to her. It had gotten to the point where, if you happened to be talking to her, one of the girls would butt in to reclaim the attention for themselves. The first few times it looked like a coincidence. However, it soon became clear they saw you as an obstacle. You were Rowena's girlfriend. You lived with her. You shared a bed with her. It was you she kissed on the mouth, and who had her undivided attention.

They'd engaged in a war that didn't exist and they were intent on winning.

Seeing you in distress too many times for her liking, Rowena had decided that enough was enough. She'd started declining invitations to lunch and dinner. When she taught, she kept her distance. After-hours lessons were officially stopped. That didn't stop those five girls from showing up at her door every night to ask for them, so, after the third time, Rowena stopped answering and pretended she wasn't home.

It did nothing to deter them, so, after a lengthy conversation, the two of you had decided to move. Rowena was sick of being disrespected, of her privacy being invaded. She cared about the coven, about those girls who genuinely wanted to learn, but she couldn't do it anymore. Her announcement that she was leaving the coven was met with tears and disappointment. Something had come up, she'd said, and she needed to go away. Indefinitely. She wished them the best of luck, but she couldn't be their mentor anymore.

The two of you traveled half across the country and settled in a fabulous hotel, breathing in relief at finally regaining your freedom.

Then, a week after you'd arrived, a knock sounded on the door, and when Rowena opened it, she was met with five smiley, very familiar faces.

The same thing happened five more times, each in a different city, different hotel. Wherever she went, they'd managed to find her. And each time, they acted as if it were a coincidence. As if they just happened to be there and came across her door by pure luck.

Rowena wasn't born yesterday.

Sam and Dean stared at her in shock as she told her story. "When Y/N and I settled down, we put wardings around the house to block tracking spells," she said. "All was fine until today."

She supposed it was bound to happen sooner or later. The peace had lasted three years, almost four — considering those girls' track record, it was good. She should have dealt with it at the start. Should have cut it off at the root before it managed to grow and blossom. Annoying her was one thing. Taking you was crossing the line.

They would pay. Rowena swore it on her life.

"How do you know it's them?" Dean asked.

Rowena held up a glittery hex bag. "They left this." Right there by the road, where they'd taken you, alongside your wallet. A loud and clear message.

He nodded. "How dangerous are they?"

"They are more of a nuisance. But it's been three years. Who knows what they're capable of."

For all she knew, they could have found another witch to tutor them, to help them perfect their craft. They were far from good witches, but even the worst behaved dog could learn a trick or two.

"Great," Dean said with a sigh. "Crazy stalker witches who may or may not be dangerous."

"Welcome to my life," Rowena said dryly.

"Do you know where we can find them?" Sam asked.

She smirked. "Och, aye." They weren't trying to hide from her (not that they could; she was more powerful than all of them combined). They wanted her to come to them, to bless them with her presence. All Rowena needed were reinforcements, just in case, and she was good to go.

This is the one attention demand they would come to regret.

*****

As far as villain hideous went, the Extra Coven's was standard. An abandoned cottage in the middle of nowhere. Sort of cliche, though Rowena supposed that was the point. They wanted her to find them. They were counting on it.

What kind of an idol would she be if she didn't deliver?

She elected to go in first. Sam and Dean advised against it, but she was adamant. The Coven wanted her. Adored her so much they'd kidnapped her girlfriend to get her attention. They wouldn't hurt her. The Winchesters were there as backup, in case they turned out to be more powerful than she predicted.

Your face greeted her upon opening the door. You were seated on a sofa, bound in iron chains. Powerless. Helpless. Your lips were tight in anger, features arranged in a matching expression. Pissed to high heavens.

Rowena was relieved to see no marks on your body, no bruises or welts. You were unharmed. A point for the Coven, not that it mattered much. Being so obsessed with her, they surely knew she wasn't big on forgiveness. If they'd hurt her, she might have considered giving them a second chance. But they went after you. There was no forgiving that. No letting them get away with it.

A long time ago, Rowena had made a promise to never let anything happen to you. She intended to make good on it.

"Rowena!" one of the Coven girls, a perky brunette with curls, exclaimed just as you were about to call for her.

"You came!" another, a blonde, said in awe.

There were five of them in total, all bright eyed, excited, as if this were the highlight of their lives. As if they hadn't kidnapped a girl — an innocent girl — in order to get Rowena's attention. It made Rowena sick. Anger burned in her veins, and with it her magic; it roiled and coiled, boiling hot, ready to burst at her command.

If they loved her so much, surely they knew you were off limits. They'd seen her curse people over insulting you — hell, over looking at you the wrong way. You were her number one priority.

They had made a horrible mistake.

"Girls," she said in a tone that made it clear she wasn't happy to be here. Not by a long shot.

They either didn't notice or didn't care for as soon as she addressed them their faces lit up.

"I can't believe you came!"one of them — a horribly dyed ginger — said. "I thought we'd never see you again."

That was why they'd kidnapped you. Because they totally didn't believe she would come to your rescue. Rowena scoffed. Right. "You've certainly been… persuasive."

"It was Greta's idea," the ginger — Sandra? Rowena was pretty sure her name was Sandra — said happily, pointing to a pudgy brunette.

Of course it was. "I expected nothing less."

Greta had always been the most enthusiastic one of the group. The one who butted in everywhere, and sought her attention the most. At times Rowena thought she was living on it. Her praise was like a drug to the girl.

She turned to you. Looked you over one more time just to be sure. "Are you alright, dear?"

"I guess," you said with a shrug. You rattled your binds. "These chains are uncomfortable."

"Have they hurt you?"

"No."

Rowena breathed out in relief. At least there was that. One point for the Extra Coven, she supposed. Not that it mattered much. They still took you, and they would pay for that. Rules were rules.

"They kinda suck, to be honest," you said after a few moments. "I mean, they knocked me out with chloroform. Who does that?"

Rowena raised an eyebrow. Really, who did that? What self-respecting witch resorted to chloroform to incapacitate her target?

"Shut up!" the other redhead, Victoria, screamed.

"Lass," Rowena said in a barely raised voice, tone more strict than threatening, but it was enough to shut the girl up. You snorted, and Rowena barely resisted a smirk of her own. It felt good to have so much power over people. To have them obey her every command. She just wished it was under better circumstances.

"Rowena, are you—" Sam suddenly rushed in, followed by Dean, both with guns raised, witch-killing bullets ready to fire.

"What the hell?" Dean stared at the girls, looked them over one by one. "These are grown-ass women!"

"Never underestimate the power of crazy. "Like she had, and look where it had gotten her. Where it had gotten you. Even when they were stalking her, she thought them nothing but a nuisance.

You were right about them all along.

Rowena dreaded that conversation at home.

The girls gasped in surprise.

"You brought hunters?" the blonde said, outraged. As if she'd been punched in the gut.

Once Rowena was done with her, she would wish she was. "What in hell did you expect?" She was done with their antics. Done with the fake smiles and pleasantries. "You kidnapped my girlfriend!" The words were bitter on her tongue. Poison. "Was I supposed fall to my knees and beg to get her back?"

"We didn't hurt her!" Sandra said, as if that made everything better.

"We just wanted to see you," Greta said.

"I didn't want to see you," Rowena retorted. "Can't you take a bloody hint?"

"But—"

"I've had a wonderful coven, and the five of you ruined it!" The other girls were there to learn, to hone their magic, to find a place where they belonged. They were lovely proteges, on a surefire way to greatness. They could have accomplished a lot had Rowena not been forced to leave them behind. All because of five rotten, selfish girls. "I left because of you!"

All five paled. Teared up like children being chastised by a teacher.

"Don't say that," the curly brunette said. Begged. Pleaded.

"It's true."

"We love you," Victoria said.

"You're bloody sick!" Rowena snapped. "You've ruined the Coven, and you've tried to ruin my life!"

Tears fell. Sobs and sniffles sounded. Good, Rowena thought. It was time they learned the truth.

"We just—"

She put up a hand. "I don't want to hear it! I don't want anything to do with you!"

"You don't mean that," Sandra whimpered.

Och, she did. She meant it more than anything in the world. "Release Y/N," she said — ordered, really, for her voice was nothing but stone, cold and cruel. No mercy. No sympathy.

"Are you gonna leave if we do?" Greta asked.

Oh, Rowena thought, she was going to do more than that. Much more. "What do you think?"

"Please, don't," Victoria begged, red-faced and puffy-eyed.

Rowena wasn't in the mood for theatrics. "Release her. Now."

"No." It was Sandra who said it, brave face on in its full glory. As fake as the colour of her hair. Rowena raised an eyebrow. "Why should she get to have you and not us?"

Because you were her girlfriend. Because she loved you more than she'd ever loved anyone. Because you understood her like no one else ever had. Because you'd never judged her, never tried to change her. Because you loved her as the petty, flawed, formerly evil creature she was.

She couldn't expect these girls to understand that. They didn't even know what love was, their obsession twisting their hearts, turning them dark. Consuming them from the inside. They were addicts, really. Chasing a high that would never come. Desperate. As angry as she was, Rowena pitied them. It must have been a horrible life, to be so lonely amongst so many people. To crave something they could never have.

"She doesn't deserve you," Greta agreed.

"Wow," Dean said, flabbergasted.

And really, wow. Who were they to say you didn't deserve her? Who were they to even think it? They knew nothing about you. They barely knew anything about Rowena.

She blinked, two times, three. Baffled. Outraged. Blood burning white hot in her veins. "Beg pardon?"

"Greta's right," Victoria said. "Y/N doesn't deserve you. She doesn't love you like we do."

"Is that so?"

"Yes!" the blonde said. "We looked everywhere for you. We knew we'd find you." She threw a filthy look at you. "She'd never do that."

Well, they were right about that. You gave her space when she needed it. You respected her wishes.

You wouldn't stalk her.

"She doesn't love you," the curly-haired girl said.

"If she did," Sandra said, "she wouldn't have left you alone."

Rowena swallowed an array of swears that itched at her throat and uttered, "Huh."

So it was like that. They didn't just feel entitled to her. They felt entitled to act as if they knew you. Who gave them the right? They didn't know her, and they knew you even less. They had no right to take you from her. They had even less of a right to judge you. And based on what? Envy? Entitlement?

It was time to end this charade. Rowena thought she could do it the diplomatic way, but it was clear the Coven wasn't here for negotiations. They wanted war, and they would bloody have it.

"You should have listened to me, girls," she said, finally calm, at peace. Relieved to have given herself permission to do what was necessary. "I'd planned for this to be painless, but you left me no other choice."

Sandra frowned. "What do you mean?"

"As you rot in Hell, remember that you chose this," Rowena said. As their faces paled, and fear settled into their eyes, she spat, "Impetus Bestiarum!"

The girls stilled. Their eyes, so bright a mere moment ago, filled up with ripe, rich red. Blood slid down their cheeks like tears. Humanity gone, they were beasts; wild, feral. Ravenous.

Rowena allowed herself to smile at her accomplishment, allowed a relieved sigh to leave her mouth. They got their wish, she supposed. They were hers. Her pets. Her puppets, and she was the one holding the strings.

She looked them in the eyes — in those wild red eyes that were no longer human, that flashed with hunger and rage, and craved orders to attack, to finally set the beast free. Rowena was all too happy to oblige. "End it."

For a moment they just stared at her, still as statues. Then, as more blood fell down their cheeks and veins dark as bruises bloomed all over their faces, they lunged at each other with the ferocity of werewolves at the height of the full moon. They ripped and slashed and tore and roared. Blood seeped free. Screams let loose. Teeth dug into necks, and nails bit into arms and backs.

The chaos lasted no more than a minute, and by the time it was over, all that remained were pools of blood and torn strands of hair strewn around. The girls' bodies laid in a messy heap. Every inch of exposed skin was torn, bloody. Faces so ripped apart they were unrecognizable.

The room fell silent for a moment. Then Dean said, "You've gotta stop doing that."

Rowena smiled, smug, proud of her feat. "Effective, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sam said. "Maybe a bit… too effective."

She took it as a compliment.

"It was awesome!" you said, grinning like the proud girlfriend you were.

"Why thank you! At least someone appreciates my talent."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

"You okay?" Sam asked as he and his brother started working on the chains.

"Yeah," you said. "Just uncomfortable."

As soon as you were free, you threw your arms around Rowena and squeezed as if your life depended on it. Reluctantly, she returned the embrace; she wasn't one for public displays of affection, especially in front of the Winchesters, but she couldn't push you away. It felt good to have you so close again. To feel your heartbeat on her skin. To hold you and love you and hope with everything she had that this would never happen again, that no one would ever get their hands on you again. Not in this lifetime.

"I knew you'd come for me," you said.

She always had, and always would. "You were right about The Extra Coven." It hurt to say it, to admit it out loud, but it was only fair, after everything that had happened. You deserved that much. "I should have killed them a long time ago."

You pulled back. Looked her in the eyes. "It's nice to know I was right, for once," you teased.

"Don't get used to it," Rowena said with a chuckle.

"I'll enjoy it while it lasts." Your eyes wandered to the blood-caked bodies. "What about the rest of the Coven?"

"I don't think they will be a problem. They're lovely girls." Were it not for the five stalkers, Rowena would have most likely still been in the Coven. "These five were the ones causing trouble. Without them, I think they will prosper."

"You thinking about contacting them?"

"Maybe." If only to check up on them. To see how they would function without the extremists. You frowned. "Don't worry, darling. I've no plans to lead them again."

"Good," you said, grabbing hold of her hand. "I don't think I wanna share you."

Rowena smiled. "I'm all yours."

And you were hers.

And so it would remain for as long as you both lived.

*****

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Taken By The Wind

Taken By The Wind: A Sam Winchester x Rowena McLeod Love Story

Tags: 18+, sex, explicit sex, consent, size kink. Excessive descriptions of Rowena being gorgeous.

Author’s Note Chapter 1: You Naughty Boy After Chapter 1: Wildfire Chapter 2: Why Thank You Chapter 3: Yes Please After Chapter 3: Hours Chapter 4: Green Velvet Chapter 5: Locked On You Chapter 6: For You, Always After Chapter 6: Whipped Chapter 7: Purple Roses Chapter 8: Heather Interlude: True Chapter 9: Filthy Sweet Chapter 10: Taken By The Wind, 3000 words *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Heavy cold rain fell in wind-driven sheets as the thunderstorm raged. Inside the bunker, the Winchesters were safe and dry. Sam and Dean had strayed from discussing a case to debating a very serious matter: whether baking powder biscuits or multigrain muffins went better with slow-cooker beef stew.

The door to the bunker crashed open, letting in a gust of damp air. The Winchesters jumped to their feet in sync, guns drawn, unsure what to expect.

“Hello, boys.” They heard the lilting voice before her face came into view over the iron railing. “Ooh, not quite the welcome I was expecting after so long away.”

Rowena brushed a damp curl off her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“Are you two going to stand there and point weapons at me all day? Or can I come down?"

Sam was still too stunned to respond. He heard Dean behind him lay his gun on the table and then walk out of the room, murmuring about the stew, leaving them alone together.

"Samuel?" Her voice was soft, pleading as she said his name.

His heart leapt into his throat, silencing any response. She had been missing for weeks, months, vanished without a trace. He had assumed she was gone forever.

It was her- finally, improbably her. He sighed and let his shoulders relax, setting his gun down before he bounded towards the stairs. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Rowena rushed down, heels clicking, and they met at the landing. Two steps up, she was still shorter than him, and she had to reach her arms up to encircle his neck. He grabbed for her eagerly, pulling her into a close embrace. He needed to touch her, to feel her, to know she was real. Their mouths sought and found one another desperately.

"Rowena." He murmured, breathlessly, between kisses. "I thought I'd lost you."

“It’s me, Sam, I'm home,” she choked out, somewhere between a laugh and a sob. Minutes stretched before they finally pulled apart just a little.

Sam cupped her cheek in one hand and looked deep into her eyes. “So, where have you been?"

Rowena stepped back, straightening her skirts and smoothing her windblown hair. She pulled her usual poise around her like armor.

“Well, that’s quite a story, and I don’t fancy telling it more than once. I think I smell beef stew, so let’s all talk over dinner, shall we?” Sam let her go, watched her turn and walk towards the kitchen. She paused to look back over her shoulder, her face inscrutable.

“Be a gentleman, would you, and take my luggage to my room before we eat?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sam lifted her suitcases - so much luggage for one little woman! - and carried them down the hall to her room. Pushing open the door and turning on the light, he inhaled the familiar scent of incense, spices, and wax.

He had left her room alone all the time she had been gone. It was just good manners, at first, because people did come and go in the bunker, and no one wanted their room disturbed.

As the weeks stretched on, politeness succumbed to grief. Just walking by her door made his heart ache. The memories of the hours they had shared were painful to recall. He had gone in a few times, but it brought him no comfort. Her things - all her beautiful, magical things - only reminded him of how much he had lost.

He had searched for clues to her disappearance, for a way to bring her back. He never found answers, only more questions. Every hope he tried to grasp turned to ash under his touch.

Without her, the bunker had seemed too harsh, too cold and empty. Even having his brother around had not been enough to make it feel like home. He knew he loved her, had even told her. He still didn’t realize how much he loved her, how much he needed her, until she was gone.

The worst part was that he had no idea what had happened. Where was shehad she gone? Had she intended to leave? For a hunter who prided himself on research, on knowledge, the endless doubt was unbearable.

He had missed her so much. Now she was here again, returned just as suddenly as she had gone.

Sam realized he was sitting on the foot of her bed, his head in his hands. Too many emotions were roiling in his chest. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, then pulled himself together and left the room.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sam found Rowena holding court in the kitchen, drinking wine and laughing as she talked with Cas and Jack. Dean was setting out bowls of stew and a big basket of biscuits. So he had won that argument.

Dean looked up and gave his brother a familiar look, one that Sam knew without words. Are you okay?

He returned the look with a little shrug and smile, one that was understood just as well. Not really, but here we are.

Sam settled into the seat next to Rowena. He was grateful that his family kept the dinner conversation light, filling the time with bits of stories and interesting things. But Jack’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Auntie Ro,” he asked, his face guileless as ever. “Where have you been? We missed you. Well, Sam missed you the most, but we all did, really."

Rowena shot him a glance that looked almost guilty before drawing a bright smile across her face. “Well now, wee Jackie boy, I'm glad you asked!”

She was a natural storyteller, and this story was an astounding one. The emotional turmoil in Sam’s mind quieted as he settled in to the flow of her words. A spell had gone wrong, somehow, a word misspoken or a herb picked at the incorrect phase of the moon. It wasn’t entirely clear, somehow she had ended up in another world parallel to this one, but where she had everything she had ever wanted.

“Imagine it, boys!” Her face lit up, just remembering. “You thought I was powerful here? I had all the power in the world there. And money, so much money, although I hardly needed it. I was the head of a worldwide coven. I was no longer outcast; I had sisters again.”

Her expression grew soft for just a moment before she shook her head and continued.

“I had followers, people who believed I was the goddess Rhiannon, reincarnated. They sent me offerings.” She lapsed into silence, remembering what she had lost.

Sam smiled wryly. "Sounds like your heaven."

Rowena shot him a look he couldn't read. "Or hell. You know, it's not all it's made out to be, being a goddess, having everything. It got old, that’s all.” She set her lips in a tight smile and tossed her hair, making it clear she was done talking.

Sam looked at Dean. His eyes were narrowed. He turned to meet his brother’s gaze and raised one eyebrow. Are you buying this story?

Sam nodded; that’s what he had thought. She's not lying, but this isn't the whole truth.

Dean spoke up, changing to another topic. Sam took the moment to reach for Rowena’s hand under the table, and she laced her fingers into his. They were silent under the flow of conversation. She shifted gradually until their chairs were close together, her thigh pressed up against the length of his.

He wasn’t sure, exactly, when her head came to rest on his shoulder, when his arm slipped around her waist. He was distracted by the smell of her perfume, the feeling of her nails gently stroking his skin. He could hardly think of anything but the warmth and closeness of her, and his desire to get her alone.

He started to attention when Dean pushed his chair back and stood up. “You know, I think I could head to the library for a whiskey. Cas, Jack, you in?”

Sam made a show of yawning. “I’d join you, but I’m really tired.”

Rowena raised a dainty hand to her mouth. “It has been a long day.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like we don’t all know. The way you two've been looking at each other could turn this old bunker back into a power station.”

“What do you mean, Dean? What do we all know?” As the others left the room, Sam could hear Jack’s questions trailing down the hall.

The moment they were out of sight, Sam turned to Rowena. He held out his hands, reaching for her. She threw her arms around his shoulders, running her fingers up into his hair as they kissed.

"Wait." It took all of Sam's iron self control to pull away. He took her hands in his, holding them. Looking her full in the face, he asked, "What really happened?"

"I told you my story. I would never lie to you!” Her eyes were wide, her voice earnest.

“Okay.” Sam huffed out a sigh. “I believe it was true, but was it the truth?”

She bit her lip and cast her gaze downwards. “My spell was meant to bring me the things I wanted here, in this world, not to take me away."

"I did get everything I wanted - power, money, devotion. But it was never enough. No matter how much I had, how happy I should’ve been, something was missing. I was in control, but miserable. I saw faces in the shadows but could never bring them to light." Her voice was trembling as she spoke.

“One night I looked into a candle's flame and saw a face I knew.” Tears flooded her green eyes as she looked up at him again. “Your face. “You did a spell, didn’t you, a spell to bring me back?”

“Rowena, you know I hate using magic to control people.” Sam felt his heart sink in regret. She had everything, and he had called her away. “I only wanted to find you.”

“Oooh no, I was lost. I’m so glad you found me.” She slipped one hand up, around the back of his neck again, and pulled him down for a kiss.

"So you intended to come back?" He murmured the questions against her jawline, under her ear and down her neck.

He felt as much as heard her laugh, "Yes."

"Of your own free will?"

She cupped his face between her delicate hands, drawing his gaze to meet hers again. "Of my own free will, Sam, I came back to you."

There were other questions, other stories to be told, but for the moment that's all he needed to know. He lifted her as if she was weightless, scooping her into a bridal carry, striding out of the kitchen and back down the hall towards her room. She undid his shirt as he walked, nails raking his skin, pressing kisses to every newly exposed inch of flesh.

Inside Rowena’s room, he paused. The room was dark until she snapped her fingers and candles around the room flared into flame. Without letting her go, he settled down on the bed. Their hands roamed one another's bodies until both were bare.

For a moment Sam stilled, looking at her. In the candlelight, her skin was flushed and tinged with gold, shadows edging her curves. He could see, like never before, the aura of magic surrounding her, tiny purple bolts arcing off her skin. She looked every inch a goddess, worthy of worship.

She held out her hands, and he wrapped her in his arms. Lifting her in his grasp, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, twining his hands in her hair. He wanted to smell her, taste her, grab her - flood his senses with her presence.

He inhaled, taking in her scent as deep as he could. After all those weeks apart, he needed to be sure she was real, not some wish or fleeting dream here to haunt him. He could almost taste the sweet spice of her skin, and underneath it, faintly, the aroma of heather.

He trailed his lips across the delicate angles of her collarbone, down her chest, pressing kisses and praise against her velvety skin. His hands skimmed down the ladder of her ribs to cup her breasts. The base of his thumb pressed into her heartbeat.

“I love you,” he murmured against her pulse point. “Love to- love you-”

Her grip tightened around him, sharp nails digging into his shoulders as she rose up against him. She would mark him, as she always had, all the way to his soul. She was breathing hard, shaking with desire and anticipation.

Sam rolled onto his side and pulled Rowena to face him. Their lips met again and again, as his hands skimmed her body, caressing and claiming. His hand settled on the curve of her hip and his grip tightened. She fit into his grasp just as perfectly as he remembered.

“Rowena,” he murmured, “My Queen.”

“Samuel.” Their eyes met as she whispered his name. Her face was luminous with desire and pleasure, her body almost vibrating with need. The magic sparking off her skin crackled around them, enveloping them in light.

She ground into him, pressing her body closer along the length of his. His fingers sought and found the dimples at the top of her ass. Spanning her waist in his hand, he pressed her hips close. The two of them shifted until she had him right where he wanted to be. A sigh punched from his lips as he slid into her. She was hot and close and-

“Perfect.” He whispered as he sank into her body. It was his last coherent thought as she began to move, against and around him. His eyes fluttered closed, his lips fell open, as something in his soul came unlocked.

His whole world shrank to the moment, to the two of them together. All he knew, all he wanted, was her. He needed to get closer, to be together, to get lost, oh, he could get so lost in her.

Rowena’s lilting voice reached Sam's ears. She was cursing, panting, pleading. He knew that sound, the filthiest prayer, and would do anything just to hear it over and over. Her words faded into a low cry as she clenched around him.

Her name tore from his throat, and the whole world went black as he came.

When he opened his eyes again, her gaze was locked on his. She sighed and fell back against her pillow, red curls spilling everywhere. Her chest heaved with every breath, freckled breasts flushed. Her green eyes were wide, her lashes wet.

This was how he had dreamed of her every night she was gone- soft, satisfied, incandescent. He could hardly believe she was real and once again in his bed.

He propped himself up one one arm and kissed her deeply, tenderly, fingers brushing her face and hair. She was bare before him, open and trusting. She had given him her body, over and over. But more important, she had given her soul.

Finally Rowena nuzzled into his shoulder and spoke without looking at him. "Tell me the spell that you did, the one that found me."

Sam had a cord around his neck, a tiny wrapped packet at the end. He slipped it off and handed it to her. Without unfolding the paper inside, he repeated the words of the spell.

“But that spell requires silver heather. We have grey, but true silver has been extinct since before my lifetime. What did you use instead?”

“I thought, since I had it, purple heather might work. Especially given what it means to us."

Rowena was silent for a moment, considering the spell in her hands. Finally she reached up and caressed his cheek gently, pulling his eyes to meet her gaze.

“Do you know what you did, my dear?” He shook his head and she continued. “When you used purple heather, you changed the spell. Instead of simply finding love, which can be a bit vague, you set an intention to find your lost love. Your magic was powerful enough to find me and guide me back home."

A soft smile spread across her beautiful face.

“Home?” Sam gestured to the bunker walls around them. For him and Dean, it had become a home, but as often as Rowena had been there, it had never been hers. By choice or by fate, she had walked a more lonely path.

“No, my love, home. Not these four walls.” She laughed, a throaty, musical sound.

Sam was overwhelmed. He had never dreamed that his magic could be so powerful, could do more than his will and intention. He was still trying to reconcile the story she had told -of her every wish fulfilled- with her willingness to return here, return to him.

Rowena rested one hand over his heart, pulling his attention back to her in the moment. “Home to you. I had everything I have ever worked for, all that I thought I desired, but it wasn’t enough without you. Your magic brought me back. You called my heart home.”

“Rowena,” he said, and then his voice broke. The only words he could summon were deeply inadequate, but he whispered them anyway. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Wherever you are, I belong.” Her eyes were bright, her tone warm. “That’s why I came back to you, and I promise to stay.”

He lowered his mouth and kissed her again. Something between a sigh and a sob escaped her lips. All through the night, the candles flickered and burned down, but the two lovers stayed wrapped in one another’s arms.

When they were together, that was enough. They were home. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Thanks to @boondoctorwho for the read and letting me borrow the words. Thanks to @mskathywriteswords for the read as well. Thank you to everyone who has read, reblogged, cheered and generally loved on this little story. Hard to believe it’s been a year since I started with these two. This series has always surprised me, and taken on a life of it’s own. I’ve written these two other ways, other series, other universes. I will be continuing with this canon-adjacent story in a new series, When the Rain Washes You Clean. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Once Upon A Time

Summary: The reader has a cleaning tradition that she’s embarrassed for the boys to find out about.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x black!reader

Warnings: Violence and mention of smut

A/N: 2 Dean fics in one week? Who do I think I am???

Ever since you were a child obsessed with fairy tales. Not the Grimm brother versions, but Disney’s family-friendly versions. You had your mother to thank for that. She painted her love story with your father as her own fairy tale.

Your mom came from a family of evil witches, but she didn’t share the same values and wanted to help people instead of harm them. As she told it, she didn’t see a way out until she met her own knight in shining armor, your father. He was a hunter and fell in love with your mom while he hunted her family. She helped him defeat them and they ran off to live their own version of happily ever after.

They both hunted until your mom became pregnant with you, their little princess. Even though, they retired from the hunter lifestyle they taught you all about hunting; they always knew there was a possibility for their past to haunt them. While your dad stuck to teaching you about hunting in particular, your mother taught you the art of witchcraft. “There’s a beauty in magic.” She always said.

Unfortunately, your parents happily ever after didn’t last forever. They were right to worry about their past coming back to haunt them. You came back from a sleepover excited to dress up in your princess ‘rags’, sing Disney songs, and clean up the house with your mom. Instead you found their mauled bodies. The remaining werewolves from a pack they killed came back with a revenge. They even tried to kill you when you discovered the bodies, but due to your extensive training you killed them before they got the chance.

Years later you found yourself and your familiar, Aladdin, hunting and living with the Winchesters. To keep the memory alive of your parents, you kept up your mom’s cleaning tradition. Only thing was you always waited for Sam and Dean to go hunting on their own. You may be a little extra with this tradition, so extra Aladdin refused to participate. Sometimes you’ll cast a spell on some birds and sing with them as if you were Cinderella or Snow White. So, if the boys ever caught you, you would never hear the end of it and be deeply embarrassed.

Currently, you were singing your heart out to Part of Your World and washing the dishes when you heard the clearing of someone’s throat. Turning around you saw a set of hazel and emerald eyes filled with mirth and a pair of poorly hidden smirks. “I thought you two wouldn’t be back til tomorrow?” You asked, fidgeting with the hem of your dress and then remembering the bandana a la Cinderella you had on and quickly removing it.

Barely containing his laughter Sam answered you. “You know Dean. Speed limit laws don’t apply to him.” Just as Dean was about to say something, his eyes went wide and zoomed on your shoulder. Raising a hand, he pointed in your direction, “Is that a crab on your shoulder?”

Looking down in fact you saw an annoyed crab glaring at you. In the midst of getting caught, you forgot you turned a reluctant Aladdin into a crab for your Little Mermaid set. “Oops, I’m sorry, Al.” With a wave of your hand you returned your familiar back into his canine form. “Looks like the mutt wasn’t happy being turned into seafood,” Dean muttered as Aladdin stalked off. Your familiar had excellent hearing and growled at the eldest Winchester before returning back to your room.

“Your highness,” Dean bowed before you. Snatching the towel from the sink you balled it up and threw it at Dean’s head.

He caught it instead of letting it hit his face. “Hey, that’s not princess-like,” he reprimanded you. Just to tease him some more you gave Dean the middle finger and he clutched his imaginary pearls.

“What’s up with the Disney routine anyway?” Sam asked, trying to stop you two before y’all got too childish. While you explained the backstory of your cleaning tradition, Sam stood back and mentally shook his head at Dean, who looked at you like a doofus. Sam tried multiple times to get his big brother to admit his feelings for you, but he refused.

Done with your story, you noticed Dean looking at you with that funny face you sometimes catch him with when he thinks you’re not paying attention. “What’s with that stupid look,” you asked him.

Caught off guard, Dean had to quickly come up with an excuse. “Um, I’m just confused about how someone so badass is still obsessed with princesses who always need saving.”

“First of all, me being a badass and loving princesses are not mutually exclusive. Second of all, you must be talking about them older white princesses, because my girls with color didn’t come to play. Tiana, a true boss bitch, Mulan saved a whole country, Pocahontas looked out for her people, and Moana got a whole god together. And third of all, I don��t know why you’re trashing them when you have so much in common with them.”

Dean crossed his arms in disbelief. “Please explain to me how me and a Disney princess are alike.” Chuckling to yourself, you proceeded to explain to Dean. “On the somber note, you have the requirement of at least one dead parent growing up. Sam’s your sidekick, Castiel’s your fairy godmother, Rowena is sorta the wicked witch, just depending on the day, and I’m your knight in shining armor.” Dean couldn’t believe his ears and was about to counter your claim when you interrupted him. “Oh, and you have Rapunzel’s eyes.”

Pointing between him and Sam, Dean responded. “Listen, we don’t need saving that often.” Without saying a word, you cocked and eyebrow and a hip, silently challenging Dean’s claim.

“Ok, you win. I’m a stupid princess, but I’m gonna be Snow White!”

Looking to Sam he had his bitch face while you were confused. He must’ve known why he choose Snow White. You looked to him to ask why and he mouthed ‘You wouldn’t want to know.’ Going against his advisement, you asked Dean why he choose her.

“Because the version I watched, the wicked stepmother was wicked.” His smile suggested it wasn’t the G-rated version you’ve seen before.

With a sway of your hips you walked up to Dean and stared up at him devilishly. “Well, you gotta show me that version. I need to spice up my porn playlist.” Instantly, Dean’s face turned red and Sam off to the side muttered, “You two are perfect for each other.”

You walked off to your room, beginning to sing Kiss the Girl, while leaving the boys in the kitchen dumbfounded. Halfway to your room, you remembered your surprise for Dean. Sticking your head in the kitchen doorway, “Oh, there’s pecan, sweet potato, and apple pie in the oven.” Both boys stared at each other and ran to the oven to get to the treat. Even Sam couldn’t resist your baking.

Back in your room, you found Aladdin in his human form laying in your bed and watching tv. He rolled his eyes as he listened to you sing another Disney song. It wasn’t your voice that he was annoyed by, because you had the voice of an angel, but it was who the song was directed to. Al didn’t understand your attraction to Dean, but he supported you, nonetheless.

“Jordan text you. She needs help with a coven of witches in New Orleans. And she said leave the Winchesters at home if you come,” Al informed you in the middle of your song.

“That would’ve been nice to know earlier. Why didn’t you come get me?”

“I was giving you some time with your precious Winchester.”

Deciding not to address that statement you asked Aladdin if he wanted to go with. “Nope. I got a crazy ass ex down there and I’m having a Smart Guy marathon.”

“Hey! You were supposed to wait for me.” You pouted.

“That was before you turned me into a crustacean.” Knowing that it was fair, you told him bye and went on to tell the boys you were leaving.

“You sure you don’t want us to come?” Sam asked clearly concerned. They didn’t know your friend and were overprotective of you hunting without them. Standing on your toes, you gave each boy a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be fine boys, promise.”

Just as you opened your car door, Dean tugged on your wrist. “Be safe and call us if anything’s fishy.”

Snatching your hand back, you laughed at your friend. “Ok, mom.” Crowding your space, Dean looked at you hungrily. “I preferred to be called daddy.” Cheeks heating up quickly, you turned around and rushed into your car, waving bye to the boys while you heard Dean’s deep chuckle as you drove away.

It was setup. Jordan wasn’t just your friend, but your cousin from your mom’s side of your family. The little traitor knew who you were when you ran into her in Atlanta when you were working a job. She continued to earn your trust until she could find the right moment to kidnap you.

Turns out your mom and dad didn’t get rid of the whole family and your grandma somehow survived. The old woman had been plotting against you, since Jordan told her of your existence.

Struggling against the cuffs, you were looking for an escape. “Its useless, my dear. Those cuffs are spelled to imprison supernatural beings.”

Great, the one time being a witch was a bad thing. “Well, can you just kill me now?”

Your grandma turned away from the potion she was concocting and caressed your face. Her amber eyes that reminded you of your mother’s softened. “Don’t be silly, girl. You’re family, even if that didn’t mean anything to your momma. Our coven is growing weak, but you’re the strongest witch ever in our bloodline. With you joining us and the Book of the Damned we’ll return to our former glory.”

All this trouble for that damn book. Even though it saved Dean, that book has been causing so much trouble ever since it came into you and the boys’ possession. “So, this is why you want me. For the Book of the Damned. Well, newsflash no matter what you do to me the boys won’t give it up.”

Stepping away from her potion once more, she knelt down in front of you. “It’s a shame, really. All your power gone to waste. When Jordan informed me of your existence, I thought I would just kill you, but then you got involved with those Winchesters and we were still too weak to deal with them and you. But then I heard Rowena took you under her wing and I felt hope again. I thought Rowena would surely teach you the dark arts, but once again I was wrong. Those damn Winchesters sure do know how to suck out all the fun.”

“If you know I’m so good, then it’s a waste to try to get me to join the coven.” Levitating the mortar, she used to make the potion, your grandma had it in her hands. “Chile, I know I can’t make you do things on your own free will. That’s why I got this little potion for my spell. It’ll make you more malleable to my will. Now open up, girl.”

Refusing to be anyone’s puppet you shut your mouth close. Your grandma was frustrated with your antics and didn’t have any time to play with you. The cuffs dampened your own magic, which allowed your grandma to use hers and get your mouth open. The vile taste of the potion slithered its way down your throat and you knew when you woke up you would be a different person. Hopefully, Sam and Dean would be able to fix you.

Once you returned to the bunker, the boys instantly knew something was off about despite you saying nothing went wrong with the hunt. “Man, something’s up with Y/N.” Dean whispered to Sam while you were in the library.

“I know. Something had to have gone with that hunt.” Their whispers died down when they heard you walking towards them.

Holding the Book of the Damned, you made a beeline to the stairs, but Sam stopped you. “Y/N/N, what are you doing with the Book of the Damned?”

Annoyed but also prepared for this moment you threw the boys against the wall. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

With a flick of your wrist the door opened up, letting in your grandma and Jordan.

“What a cute little place! We’ll have to set up base here, Y/N. That’s after we kill the Winchesters of course,” your grandmother informed you while inspecting the bunker.

“Yes, grandmother. Would you like me to dispose of them now?”

The elder Winchester scrunched up his face in anger. “Grandma??? Y/N/N this isn’t you. Break out of it!” He pleaded with you, but his words had no effect on you.

“You evil bitch! What did you do to Y/N?” Dean asked your grandma.

She stood in front of Dean and traced a finger across his face. “Hmmm, I can see why my granddaughter is in love with you. Such masculine features, so handsome that you’re almost pretty. And the passion that radiates off of you, hmph, you must be an excellent lover.”

Dean turned his head away to escape her touch. “Get your filthy hands off my brother! And what did you do to our friend,” Sam reminded her of the more pressing issue.

“Oh, I just made her more pliable to my will. The girl is headstrong like her mother. Too bad I didn’t discover the potion I used on Y/N when I had those wolves kill her mother.” Your grandmother revealed which stirred a little something in you, but you must complete the mission for her. “Y/N, be a dear and kill these oafs. We have important work to do,” she ordered you.

Imagining liquefying their insides, the hunters started to cough up their blood, but as you saw them struggling you started to feel bad. Something didn’t feel right, but you had to press on.

“Y/N, you’re in there I know it. I know you heard her. That wicked bitch killed your parents! Come out and fight, damn it!” Dean was screaming at you, it seemed that the emotional torture was more painful than the physical torture you were dishing out.

Seeing that Dean wasn’t getting through to you, Sam joined in at trying to break through to you. With each passing second, they were chipping away through your grandmother’s defenses. It worked well enough for your hold to weaken and the boys fell to the ground. The boys easily incapacitated Jordan, leaving your grandma with no backup.

“Y/N, what are you doing? Kill them!” Your grandmother ordered, terrified of what a free Sam and Dean Winchester could do.

You paid her no mind and pinned her to a wall instead. Dean approached you carefully, as if you were a scared animal backed into a corner. “Sweetheart, I know you’re in there.”

Your eyes darted between your grandmother and the Winchester. You didn’t know who to believe with both of them talking to you simultaneously.

Sensing he was losing you, Dean got desperate. “God, I hope this works,” you heard him murmured before he grabbed your face and mashed his lips to yours. At first, your lips you were stiff, resistant to the kiss, but soon it started feeling right, like home, like your lips and his were meant for each other. Your hands snaked up to the back of his head and you pulled Dean closer.

The screaming of your grandma alerted you and made you and Dean break the kiss. Caressing your face, Dean whispered against your lips, “You back?” He asked, his hopeful searching yours.

“Yeah,” you whispered back blinking through tears.

“I should’ve known. You’re weak, just like your mother!” Your grandma somehow pulled herself halfway off the wall, but you pushed her back.

Taking out your gun from the back of your jeans, you pointed it at an unconscious Jordan and shot it right in the center of her forehead, feeling no emotions for so-called friend.

Next, your sights turned onto your grandma. “What?! You can’t grant me the decency of killing me like a witch? You’re gonna kill me like some filthy hunter?” She screamed with her grey locs falling in her face, spit foaming at the mouth, truly looking like a wild woman.

Raising your gun, you only said a few words to her before granting her the same death as your cousin. “Its more than you granted my parents.”

For awhile you stood above your dead grandmother’s body, grieving the life you could’ve have. Standing there reflecting on her need for power it finally hit you, she was the cause of your parents’ deaths. The emotions overtook you and you cried until Dean carried you away and let him fall asleep in his arms.

Waking up hours later you found Dean gone, but the smell of his famous burgers told you exactly where he was. Making your way to the kitchen, you were granted to the scene of Dean cooking, singing along to an old rock song, swinging his hips.

“Wow, you’ve been holding out on me. Who knew you had such killer dance moves?” Placing your hand over your heart, you acted as if you were offended at this great tragedy.

Rolling his eyes at you, Dean lowered his music and started to make you a plate. “I can do that.” You attempted to grab the plate, but Dean moved it out of your reach.

“I got it. Go sit down, pretty girl,” Dean ordered you before he leaned down and gave you a kiss. You guessed that the kiss from earlier wasn’t a one-off and discreetly smiled to yourself, wondering what this means for you and Dean.

Taking your seat, Sam entered the kitchen and began making a plate of his own. “Hey, Y/N, how you feeling?”

“Mmmm, better now. It still hurts, but I know that my mom wouldn’t want me to dwell on it too long. She lived the life that she wanted, even if it was cut short.”

“Between Samuel and your grandma, we had some crazy ass grandparents,” Dean referenced to his grandfather that would’ve let them die in exchange to have Mary back. Little did he know if he could’ve waited a couple of more years, he would’ve had her back.

Setting down his plate and yours, the three of you began eating dinner. Talk varied from when y’all would take the next case, when you should visit Jody and the girls again, when would Cas and Jack get back, and even a little argument about how turkey burgers taste the same as regular burgers.

At that moment you were trying to convince Dean to watch The Little Mermaid with you, but he refused, saying he was too grown to be watching fairy tales. Deciding that he wasn’t too grown, Sam poked fun at Dean. “So, Dean, how did you know how to break the spell put on Y/N?” Sam knew the answer, Dean confided it in him earlier, but he wanted Dean to say it in front of Y/N.

Looking at his baby brother as if he could strangle him, Dean dropped his burger. “Lucky guess.” He grunted before picking it back up and biting into it.

Your eyes switched back and forth between the brothers. Obviously, Dean was holding something back by the way he was giving Sam bitch face.

“That’s not what you said earlier,” Sam retorted, hiding his smirk by taking a bite of his own burger.

“Oh, Dean, c’mon tell me.” You pleaded, giving him your best puppy dog eyes that he couldn’t resist.

“Truelove’skiss.” He mumbled quickly.

Hiding a giggle, you asked him to repeat himself, “Excuse me, what was that?” You knew exactly what he said, you just wanted him to be louder.

“True love’s kiss, ok! Now can we drop it?” He snapped, embarrassed he knew this little fact and that he was basically announcing his feelings to you this way.

Abandoning your seat, you jumped into Dean’s lap and kissed him all around his face. Sam silently left to give you two privacy and also, he didn’t want to see anything if you two decided to get explicit.

“I love you, Dean Winchester,” you whispered into his ear.

Dean’s eyes lit up as if you told him he had an unlimited amount of pie. He knew that for a true love’s kiss to work, both parties had to love each other, but hearing you say it confirmed it for him. “I love you, too.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you snuggled into Dean deeper. “So, does this mean you’ll watch The Little Mermaid with me?”

“I guess,” Dean accepted defeat as you squealed in his lap. “But only if you sing along. I can’t get enough of that voice of yours.”

“Of course, my knight in shining armor.” Dean put an arm behind your back and the other under your knees to carry you bridal style to his cave.

“And at the end of the night can I kiss the girl?” Dean asked with a mischievous grin on his face, glad that he made at least one reference.

Making your voice a bit softer to sound like a princess, you replied, “Oh my dear sir, you can do whatever you like to the princess. She’s forever in your gratitude.”

“Well, princess, be prepared not to finish that movie, because I got other things in mind.”

Soon, Ariel and her pals became a distant memory with the opportunity of a better time spent with Dean. “If that’s the case, then how about you show me how wicked that stepmother was in Snow White?” You offered, suggestively raising your perfectly arched eyebrows.

With that suggestion, Dean changed his course and headed for his bedroom. “Anything for the lady.” Passing a conversating Sam and Al in the hallway, you conjured up earplugs in their hands. Of course, you could’ve soundproofed the room, but you wanted to gross them out instead.

“Dudes, disgusting!” Sam groaned, but you could barely hear him over yours and Deans’ laughs. This is what happily ever looked like and you wouldn’t trade it for a thing in the world.

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the mirrors surrounding you did as they were meant to, reflecting back a spitting image of misha collins - but it’s clear something is wrong from the moment that a vision of restructuring heaven with jack strikes you. perhaps it was a passing daydream in the frenzy of the funhouse. you reassure yourself - you’re CASTIEL, an unknown/forty-five year old doctor whose virtue lies in your compassion & good intentions, although you’ve been told that you tend to be quite naive & intense, and you’re associated with falling stars burning brightly, praying to an absent father, and slowly learning how to love by those around you. suddenly, however, you’ve found your angel blade on your person - was that always there? from the moment you leave the funhouse, memories from your life in SUPERNATURAL have begun to return - leaving whoever you had been before in the mirror’s reflection behind you. you can almost hear take me to church by hozier following in your wake.

tw homophobia, death mentions, mentions of religion and potential religious trauma, abuse

I would like to formally apologise for the complete and utter mess that is everything below. I got... very carried away with canon. If you make it through all my rambling, I tip my hat to you!

BASICS

Name: Castiel, but Castiel Novak in his alternate life. Nicknames: Cas, but he’ll accept any nickname that isn’t disrespectful. (Please don’t use Cass. I understand that this is canon, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.) Age: 45 in his alternate life. In his canon life... we really don’t know how old he is. Old. Very, very old. Gender/pronouns: He mainly uses he/him, but he'll accept any. He’s agender. Sexuality: Asexual and homoromantic. Species: Angel. Specifically, he’s a Seraph.

CANON LIFE

I don’t know how to summarise twelve years, but I’m gonna give it a go. And if anyone would like to know more, here is his wiki... good luck!

Anyway, so! Cas is an angel who we first saw introducing himself to Dean as the person who fought through Hell (literally) and pulled him out of it. At first, we see him as a soldier of Heaven who obeys all orders given to him, but that begins to change the more he gets to know the Winchesters (primarily Dean), as he learns the importance of free will and tries to help the brothers.

Since then, he has helped the brothers stop the apocalypse, started a civil war in Heaven, absorbed all the souls and leviathans from purgatory to become God, become an angel again, lost all his memories and believed he was a human called Emmanuel. He regained his memories, took on Sam’s hell trauma and spent some time in a psychiatric hospital, then helped Sam and Dean defeat Dick Roman (leader of the leviathans) and got sent to purgatory with Dean.

He did his best to keep the leviathans in purgatory on his trail to keep them away from Dean. Dean tried to make him leave purgatory with him, but Cas insisted on staying, believing it wouldn’t work because he’s an angel (also that he deserved it), and stayed in purgatory for longer. Once he was out, he found out an angel called Naomi was controlling him to find the angel tablet, and tried to make him kill Dean, which he didn’t do. Then he teamed up with Metatron, who manipulated him into making all of the angels fall from Heaven, and eventually stole his grace.

Cas spent the next three months as a human working in a gas station, started stealing other angel’s grace so he’d have his powers back, got his army back, lost his army, locked Metatron up, and got his own grace back. He was put under an attack dog spell by Rowena, regained control of himself, agreed to allow Lucifer to possess him in order to defeat Amara/The Darkness, and was possessed by him for several months, but eventually gained control of himself again when Lucifer was exorcised.

He later tracked down Kelly Kline, who was pregnant with Lucifer’s son, Jack, believing the Nephilim to be dangerous, until Jack (still a fetus) showed Cas paradise, proving to him that he was good, and Cas chose to become his protector. (Basically, he adopted him.) Cas was killed and sent to the Empty, was woken up by Jack’s powers, annoyed the Empty Entity/The Shadow until it sent him back, and he reunited with the Winchesters and Jack.

Later, he found out about an AU version of Michael (Apocalypse world) wanting to invade their universe, got captured by Asmodeus, escaped, tried to find Gabriel to restore Heaven, travelled to Apocalypse world with everyone else, and when they got back, apocalypse Michael came with them. When Dean was possessed by Michael, Cas went looking for him, got manipulated and captured by a demon, and defeated said demon with Sam. They later found Dean, Jack died, and they tried to recruit help to resurrect him.

Cas went to Heaven in search of Jack’s soul, Heaven was attacked by The Shadow who wanted to take Jack, Cas made a deal with the Shadow to exchange himself for his son, the Shadow said that it would let him live for now but come to take him when he experienced a moment of true happiness.

Later, Dean and Cas fought after a soulless Jack accidentally killed Mary. Chuck/God manipulated Sam and Dean into wanting to kill Jack, they locked him up in the Ma’lak box which Cas tried to prevent, and later, when Chuck tried to convince Dean to kill Jack, Cas tried to stop that too. Chuck killed Jack, rose spirits from hell, and Cas fought them with the Winchesters after Chuck vanished, met Belphegor who possessed Jack’s body, who he absolutely hated for this reason. Cas worked with the Winchesters, Belphegor, and Rowena to try to send all the souls back to hell, went to Hell with Belphegor to do so, killed Belphegor before they could complete their plan, which lead to Rowena having to die for them, which lead to tension rising even further between Dean and Cas. Cas left, then later returned.

Cas and Dean went back to purgatory to get a Leviathan blossom to use for a spell to lock Chuck up, got separated, thought they’d lose each other, then were reunited and got back to earth. That plan failed.

They tried to help Jack become powerful enough to take down Chuck, but when that plan failed too, Billie chased after Cas and Dean, wanting to kill Dean. In order to save him, Cas sacrificed himself to the Shadow by telling Dean that he loved him and allowing himself a moment of true happiness. Some time after that, he was resurrected (we don’t really know how, but can assume it was Jack’s doing), and Cas worked with Jack to rebuild Heaven into something better.

ALUCARD LIFE

Castiel’s childhood was an incredibly unhappy one. With extremely religious yet controlling parents, he was expected to do as he was told, and to fit into the mold his parents wanted of him. They were both physically and emotionally abusive.

He was a lonely child, didn’t get along with other kids very well, and found it hard to make friends. Was always considered ‘strange’.

Isolated from his extended family as his parents didn’t get along with them.

Never came out to his parents, even after leaving them and cutting them out of his life, as they were very homophobic and made it very clear to Cas that they’d never accept him.

Has always been very intelligent and was almost always top of his class.

Went to medical school and became a doctor because he wanted to help people.

MISC

Cas’ wings were destroyed back when he and the other angels fell from Heaven, BUT I’ve decided that when he was saved by the Empty, his wings were also restored. It’s what Cas deserves. Fight me.

Also his wings are like oil slick!! Black but rainbow!! Again, fight me!!

Fucks up a lot when trying to do the right thing. Has never done anything wrong in his entire life.

A Grumpy Soft Boi.

Has died many, many times. The last time, because he told Dean he loved him and let himself be happy.

Serious dad issues and for good reason!! In canon, Chuck lied to everyone and made them believe he was a prophet, while being absent as God for an incredibly long time. Awhile after he eventually revealed himself as God, it was revealed that he had actually been controlling and manipulating Sam and Dean the entire time, writing their story for them. Cas was (somehow) the only person Chuck couldn’t control.

Loves bees and has an apiary as a hobby.

Doesn’t understand sarcasm and doesn’t get (most) references, even though Metatron once gave him knowledge of pretty much every story ever.

And there may be errors in my intro or things I’ve forgotten, so I’ll probably come back and edit all this at some point!

#' i'm an angel of the lord ( about ) .#dhq.intro

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tbh i feel like the odd one out cause saileen endgame makes No sense to me lol. i loveee eileen and im glad shes back, but like. two episodes of cute interactions a few seasons ago feels weird for an endgame ship. i hope she gets a good storyline tho! i feel like im crazy for reading so much into samwitch now i guess but im losing my mind over getting witch!sam finally!!! i just hope everyone ends up happy!

That’s okay! I’ve seen a couple people with that sentiment around here, but more on Twitter. This is kind of how I’m seeing it, and forgive me for using your ask to kind of speak to a more general audience – and I will also admit I have a Saileen lense on.

I also implore anyone else to add their thoughts to this if you want. I know I didn’t cover everything.

This is VERY long.

Also, in this case, we’re talking about two female characters and their relation to a male who is a lead character. I also want to make the disclaimer that I do not look at Rowena and Eileen as only being around for a relationship, but as their own characters.

The first thing I want everyone to do is to perish the episode count from their mind because it doesn’t matter the number of episodes that they’re in. What matters is the substance and the characters. So, when I get to Eileen, I will go over her episodes.

ROWENA

I’m going to talk about Rowena first. I love her, I still love her, and it’s my personal speculation that she will become Queen of Hell.

I do not call what Rowena did “fridged”. What Rowena did was decide that it was time for what was prophecized to her to come true. She decided that. She told Sam that she believed in magic and prophecies. She was okay with her choice, and she was still alive when she fell in the pit.

They both knew how she was going to die at some point, and Sam was going to be that reason.

‘Funeralia’ 13x19

Rowena: I’m not afraid and as much as I enjoy our little talks…you can’t stop me.Sam: Actually, we can.Rowena: And what makes you think that?Dean: Because every version of your death, your real, permanent death… Sam’s the one that kills you.Rowena: I see.Sam: Yep, but it’s not gonna happen tonight.

That’s not fridging.

To me, and I guess to people on google too, fridging is supposed to push someone’s story forward. Jess pushed Sam, Mary pushed John – but Rowena’s death didn’t push Sam’s story anywhere action-wise (unless it was straight into depression aggain).

Did her death cause pain? Yes. Was she a love interest? No. I’m sorry but she wasn’t. It would have been neat if she was, but she was never framed as one. I’m not attempting to invalidate Sam/Rowena at all because damn, for a while there I was rooting for it and his pain over her death was pretty hard (I’ll get back to this in a minute), but the fact remains that Rowena was sexy, flirty, and very unattached to everything. I mean, in the end, she was attached to the boys but still had her own place, did her own thing, and helped when asked. She does love, we do know that, but privately with a high guard.

At this point I’m going to link to this thread where @occamshipper goes into it a little more.

She was more of a mentor than a lover, to me and to others. They started as hostile towards each other, and they grew into friends. Was there a little hint of an extra amount of love, adoration, and respect than normal friends? Yes, I also believe that, but I mostly believe that if Sam/Rowena were going to happen, if she didn’t die, they’d have to spend a lot of time this season skewing their relationship to a more romantic one.

I think another thing that attracted people to this ship was that there was a very obvious trope to latch onto: Enemies to Lovers.

Now, to Rowena’s death. Sam, three episodes later, is still in mourning and is very sad over it, but I also feel like there are multiple layers here (that there has to be meta out there but I just don’t have any on hand).

The big thing this season, along with love, is what’s real and fake and free will. A platitude that Dean resorted to when trying to “comfort” Sam in 15x03 was “You didn’t have a choice”. Sam didn’t like that. He also didn’t like the conversation at the end of 15x04.

He’s suffering from more than just Rowena’s death, he’s also mourning the loss of agency, and that they know now there was a loss of agency thanks to God but there are still casualties because they don’t have a choice. They both had the knowledge of that prophecy, and the God bullshit, and they still couldn’t choose anything else but a violent death.

Loss of a mentor, loss of a friend, loss of someone who may have been slightly elevated higher than a friend (that depends on your view), and the loss of someone who had accepted their fate and didn’t believe she would have a choice and was at peace with it. Sam and Dean are not at peace with that sentiment at all.

Another hint we knew she was at peace with her fate is that she trusted Sam a lot in the end, so much so she allowed him access to her space, her apartment, where her things were, without injuring him. He was slated to kill her, and she believed that, but she still allowed them into her life, and proved her trust in the end.

So, Sam’s grief is nuanced. But yes, he was very upset at her death, and he had to feel the knife go in her and watch her walk to the pit. And it came at a bad time in his life as well.

But, I don’t believe Rowena’s death was to serve Sam’s pain. He wasn’t doing anything with that pain. He was still emo in 15x06 when he came across Rowena’s journals – her death pushed him to do nothing but be sad.

To me, no, not fridging. Not a love interest, and the episodes they had together just developed a relationship that you could ship, but you could also just keep as friends.

Rowena was a mentor, however, I don’t believe she died so Sam could use some magic. I believe she died because she’s going to be Queen of Hell. And technically, she was actually alive when she fell.

Eileen

I’m going to talk about her episodes and her instant pull with Sam and how it was very much intentional. I’m avoiding Dean/Cas parallels until the end because I am of the very strong opinion that while they share parallels the relationships are very much their OWN thing and Sam and Eileen can exist outside Dean/Cas.

Let’s talk about Eileen’s 3 1/8 episodes and relationships and her introduction to Sam. I want to stress that all this happens after ‘Baby’ 11x04, where there’s this exchange:

DEAN: Piper? That’s awesome. Heather. One-night wonders, man. Shoot, we’re lucky we still get that at all.

SAM: Really? You don’t – ever want something more?

DEAN: I’m sorry, have you met us? We’re batting a whopping zero in domestic life, man. Goose eggs.

SAM: You don’t ever think about something? Not marriage or whatever. But … Something? You know, with a hunter? Somebody who understands the life?

And then, you know, Dean deflects like the animal he is.

‘Into the Mystic. 11x11′

One of the most amazing things is just how normal their meeting is in 11x11 (make a wish! haha). It’s normal, and honestly? Despite the serious circumstances, it’s adorable as fuck. They are both there for a very serious matter, and it definitely NOT ‘love at first sight’, but just a normal encounter where Sam tried a small sign, and she corrected him before he could go away.

It was a cute moment because it extends past when said moment would ideally end, and the subject changes from the hunt/job to Sam already talking about some of his past (slight oversharing!). It’s a cute exchange. I really don’t even know how to explain it any better than that. It was a small exchange.

It was a spark. You’ll hear me say that a lot. Mostly on his end. She’s still pretty much in job mode.

SAM: Sorry, Uh…[Sam reads her name tag] Marlene, Special Agent Butler, FBI. Do you know anything about what happened with Arthur last night?

EILEEN: Sorry. I wasn’t working last night.

SAM: Oh. Um… Were you working the night Harold Miller died? [Eileen shakes her head no] All right. Thanks. [Sam tries to sign the word ‘thanks’]

EILEEN: It’s – [Marlene show Sam the correct way]

SAM: Right, of course. Uh, sorry. I only know a little. I took some back in college, but that was a while ago.

EILEEN: Most people don’t know any. I appreciate the trying. I should probably, uh, get back.

SAM: Yes. Uh, thank you.

[Sam walks back to Dean]

DEAN [looking towards Eileen] Witness?

SAM: No. Okay – So, apparently, not a ghost.

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Tangent time: This is what I think also trips some people up –

Dean and Cas had a long long journey. Sam and Rowena had a number of episodes together. Everything is tropey. Sam and Rowena’s whole dynamic was Enemies to Friends or Lovers depending on who you ask.

There’s really no trope to Sam and Eileen, especially first meeting. Just an awkward boi. It’s not ‘love at first sight’. It’s not an intense meeting scene, it’s not in the midst of any action. It’s just – there. And that’s pretty refreshing in the face of overwhelming sadness this show dishes out.

But, I think the lack of trope and kind of a rulebook to follow especially with all the spelled out heterosexual stuff out there in tv and movieland, a meeting like this can be seen as casual, not a spark of something. But, watch this episode again. That chemistry is there.

And this is where I’m coming from when I say it’s not the amount of episodes that matters it’s what they consist of.

–

Their encounters are fun and by fun I mean she almost murders him, but you know, fun!

This is going to quickly turn into an Eileen character deep dive but I’m not going to apologize.

In 11x11, Into the Mystic, she shares a parallel with Sam and Dean which is a Supernatural killed her family and now she’s hunting it down. She’s smart, competent, and knows what she’s doing.

Also there’s this cute little exchange with Mildred, who, by the way, has a poignant conversation with Dean later:

[Mildred signs to Eileen ‘I got dibs on the other guy. You can have the tall one’]

[Mildred giggles as she signs ‘I’m not much of a mountain climber anymore’ and laughs]

[Eileen signs ‘Are you sure you don’t want both?’]

But we’ll get to that conversation in a second.

Sam and Eileen constantly have scenes together, and Dean and Lucifer!Cas do as well. Eileen gives her backstory, Sam tells her revenge doesn’t bring back her parents. They both share the same ‘family’ thing where all they are is really just photos (in Sam’s case, all his mom ever was, was photos and happy family life was just photos).

They share a heavy connection in that sense. I mean fuck she even says it’d be nice to follow in her mom’s footsteps when this was over and become a lawyer.

Like, they really set this up hard. It’s her own story, it’s her own background, but they share a likeness.

So here’s that little bit from Mildren to Dean

MILDRED: Nah. Nah, I had my fun. You want to know the secret to living a long and happy life?

DEAN: Actually, yes, I do.

MILDRED: [Placing her hand on Dean’s chest and patting it] Follow your heart. You do that, all the rest just figures itself out.

So yeah *Marge Simpson voice* I just think that’s neat!

So anyway, the banshee comes for Dean but we’re not gonna meta that because this isn’t about him.

Eileen kills the thing, tells Sam it feels like just another kill, and informs him that no she shan’t be going to law school, and this is her life and all that jazz. AND THEN WE GET THIS DORKY ASS EXCHANGE:

SAM Feel free to drop a line if you ever need anything… Or even if you just want to hang out.

EILEEN [smiling] You can’t call me, though.

SAM [smiles, laughs] Okay.

EILEEN I mean, you could call, but I won’t answer.

Literally ? ?? ? ? ? ? Honestly, anything that gets him to smile. And by now, she’s gotten to know him better and basically by this point in the episode I literally remember myself screaming “are you KIDDING me she’s ADORABLE” but in a way like she’ll def. kick my ass.

Again I stress, there was no OMG YES MARRY ME NOW vibes after one (1) episode, but if you go back and rewatch it you’ll see that spark. They literally went through the episode as it being a possibility to be followed up on, maybe, someday. She’s a hunter, descending from MoL, and they will cross paths.

Then we get Sam, post-hunt:

SAM You were right, by the way. Getting back on the job, it… It helped.

Then Sam adds a brochure from the retirement home to a box full of pictures of people he loves (also pictures of his family, call backs tooooooo earlier).

I remember my dash cooing at both of them this episode because it wasn’t like usual exchanges we have. It was goofy, cute, and just the VERY beginnings of some affectionate feelings (the amount you can get by just meeting someone for the first time). But, when you leave the episode you can tell she’s made a small little mark in the back of Sam’s mind that won’t go away.

“The British Invasion” 12x17

I told you this post was going to be long.

You think I’m lying when I say I’m going to go through everything? No. Because right now the question is “why Eileen”, so I’m demonstrating.

It’s been over a year since we’ve seen her at this point, but it honestly feels like this is def. not the first time in over a year since Sam has spoken with her. It’s nice because Facetime is the way they can communicate since a phone is out of the question which means they gotta look at each other which – idk again it’s cute fuck off. Also THIS post that kinda calls Eileen out for getting all made up for a fucking Facetime call made me laugh.

So yeah, she texts Sam in real time some security shot photos and sure, could have given his number a short time ago, maybe just before the call OOOOOOOOOR. They really just have been talking over the course of the year. Nothing too fancy, but that slow little build that we don’t see but we see the aftermath.

So yeah you get a conversation about Kelly Kline and then get this disgusting exchange, which again just signals to me that even after a year Sam still got one of those little fucking soft spots in his heart (and furthers my suspicious they do talk. Not on the regular but here and there and stuff. A smol crush if you will. Remember, they have a pretty equal past in terms of relatability and she’s a hunter who gets it. ‘It’ being ‘The Life’.)

Dean: Well, go get ‘em, Eileen.

Eileen: That’s the plan.

Dean gives Eileen the ‘thumbs up’ and Sam shifts the monitor back towards him.

Eileen: Bye, Sam.

Sam [smiling]: Bye.

Dean [smirking]: That’s cute.

Sam: Come on.

So yadda yadda Tea Time MoL and stuff and blahblah

Then we get to a nice scene once AGAIN demonstrating Eileen’s badassery, and her explaining how she tracked and hunted down a demon in relation to Kelly Kline. Good vibes, we got beer and happy lighting and smiles and laughs. She isn’t a stranger at all. This isn’t really like OMG ROMANCE but they are just present and there and it also really helps to continue Eileen as a very strong character in her own right and not boner fodder for the male lead.

This is just before the badassery story starts but yeah idk I just like it

Also love this little self-satisfied smile this is really just me crushing hard on her myself tbh. This is after a lil’ toast with Sam after she said she got Kelly’s number before killing the guy:

So we get this stuff too.

Sam: Right. I’m Sam. This is Eileen Leahy.

Renny: Ah, the banshee girl.

Eileen looks surprised.

Renny: We have a file. From what Mick tells me, neither of you have any formal training. Fascinating. I was top of my class at Kendricks…

Eileen: No one cares

Sam smirks.

It’s moments like these that remind us that Sam really does like Eileen like is amused by her, respects her, and yes I’m going to say has a lil’ bit of a crush on her. Just a bit. He’s always smiling around her, and how often do we see smiles? Smirks? Little escapes of laughter. Like come oN – come on. It’s very clear, even over the course of an episode and a half and a complete year apart that there is room for Eileen in Sam’s heart and mind.

Then the thing with Kelly and Dagon happen and Eileen accidentally kills Renny, sealing her fate with Tea Time MoL – I will say I loved Mick in the end because he refused to kill her. Anddddd Sam is pretty much begging Mick not to kill Eileen and it makes me Emo ™.

Sam: Mick, Mick, listen to me. Mick, look, I know you guys have this Men of Letters Code you blindly answer to, but… look, you don’t have to do that, Mick. You’re better than that. You only have to answer to yourself. You only have to do what you know is right. You only have to answer to your own code.

So Mick lets them go, working against his own code of conduct drilled into his brain.

And then, a few scenes later, we get this comfort scene which we’ve seen over the years, but in terms of Eileen, since we’re talking about her character, it’s the first time we’ve seen her emotionally vulnerable like this. In 11x11 she was partially there when relaying her history but it wasn’t like this. She first wants to say yes, she’s fine, because she’s probably used to just constantly saying “yes, I’m fine” in order to get through things. But, this time she can’t say it and switches track almost instantly because she feels comfortable opening up with these two. NOT strangers – and again I’ll say, they have communicated over the year and a half we didn’t see her. D:

And uh idk I’m a sucker FOR COMFORT GESTURES. And like ???? Again, it’s weirdly sweet. He didn’t have to sign. It’s nice he did but she would have understood him if he didn’t but he still did and I’m like – crying. Mark another line in the “respect” column.

Once again, I say I am Emo TM:

Dean: You okay?

Eileen [nodding yes, but then shaking her head]: No. He wasn’t a monster. He was – I –

Sam: Hey… [signing and speaking] It was a mistake.

So, he says later on in the last scene that she’s going back to Ireland for some chill time. Considering Dean didn’t know that, I find it sweet and comforting that Sam still checks up on her and not as an obligation, but as a friend and someone who again AGAIN has a soft spot. This isn’t pity, this is genuine care.

So I’ll round that out by saying: There’s that spark, and the spark was still there, now emerging as some small embers that got stalled by the events of the episode, but they are still very much there.

“There’s Something About Mary” 12x21

I want to point out that this episode was co-produced by Meredith Glynn, who wrote 15x06.

Oof, this episode. I’ll state right now I don’t hate bucklemming episodes, and her death made sense in the narrative (wronged Tea Time MoL and a target was out for all hunters) but man – using an invisible dog when the target is Deaf is pretty fucking horrible.

Anyway. I cried.

Naturally, we’re going to be looking at Sam’s reactions in here and it’s not overt like WE’RE GONNA D E S T R O Y E V E R Y T H I N G but you can tell he’s upset, and while it doesn’t push him into a revenge arc, it does help push him into some action, at least in anger.

Now, my putting in the dialogue and a screenshot won’t really do any justice, and I know people like to avoid these episodes but I suggest a rewatch regardless:

SAM: Um, when? What the hell happened? Oh, no. No - Yeah, thanks for letting me know. Bye.

DEAN: Who?

SAM: Eileen.

DEAN: How?

SAM: She was, uh, mauled by a wild animal in a wooded area that doesn’t have animals that do that, in South Carolina.

DEAN: But I thought she was in Ireland. Sam…

SAM: Dean, that’s the second Hunter death we’ve heard about in two weeks.

I would ask you just at least watch this little bit because his reaction is very much of someone trying to keep his reaction under control – and Dean notices and is even about to say something but Sam changes the subject to the overall problem. It’s a small exchange, but it’s pretty clear that it’s like “Once again, someone I care about even a little bit is taken away.”

So then we go to the morgue and like – again. Reaction. Dean’s also watching him because, obviously, he knows. Excuse the cobbling together of screencaps.

Specifically also, this little bit at the end of this dialogue:

SAM: Dean, monsters and demons don’t team up. Seven Hunters are gone. We can’t grab a signal from Mom’s phone. Cass has Kelly Kline who knows where. Mick has slipped off the grid. Ketch is lying to us… I wanna punch something in the face.

It’s just all starting to get overwhelming and they were aware of the other thing and it is insinuated that Eileen’s death kinda just tipped him over a little. But he’s maintaining control, which is good. Also part of me is wondering if he’s afraid of demonstrating an overreaction. There’s no overt romantic relationship going on, but again, there were embers that were just beginning and it was cute as fuck and it was happy (even if 12x17 ended on a sad note). A full-blown punch-fest post Eileen’s death would reveal one of two things:

Emotions he wasn’t aware of himself

Emotions he was aware of but was trying to hide because he felt it was inappropriate to feel something too intense too fast. (He’s a GENTLEMAN, EXCUSE ME).

So more stuff – Lucifer lalala, Crowley lalala (liar), Tea Time MoL lala –

Then we get to the fact that Eileen sent a letter a week prior asking to stay with the guys because she was scared the Tea Drinking Assholes were going to come get her, tapped her phone, everything.

I don’t even like, need to explain the reaction. Here are just some caps.

This is some guilt, and they both have guilt but this is some guilt. Also this is the last time technically he hears from her which hurts even more. He was confused about why she wasn’t in Ireland anymore and seemed annoyed and angry when the question was brought up, and now this was his answer.

This actually goes along with some meta stuff I wrote just after the episode, and why this always had this underlying romance potential. Am I happy with fridging? No, but it’s also a pattern with Sam and it sucks but, it’s the manner of helplessness and having people he cares about taken away from him without a choice or without being able to do anything with it. This is when I would put Rowena in there, in the column of women who do care about him and he cares about them (just not as romantically as others):

Jess - pinned to a ceiling and burned. Not much he could do there despite him thinking he could go back in annnd… do what exactly?

Madison - well that’s just painful so let’s not talk about it too much but there was really nothing else he could do to his knowledge.

Sarah - Can I just state, for the record, how much I loved 1x19 and their dynamic? Anyway – he had to literally watch as she basically asphyxiated. He couldn’t do anything about, both of them unable to find the hex bag until after.

Eileen - As highlighted in 12x21, she sent them a letter they didn’t see until it was too late. He was helpless and couldn’t do anything about it.

Rowena - Didn’t have a choice. By his hand again, but she knew it was coming and accepted it, which somehow makes it all even worse huh. (Obviously comes after Eileen already died so).

Two people I’m NOT including:

Amelia - Didn’t die, but I’m also not convinced it was that much of a romance anyway, more akin to the Lisa theme of “just trying to move on but failing”.

Ruby - Also doesn’t count. Was a villain and manipulated the fuck out of him.

So, this letter in his hand and that look on his face is just painful. It’s one of those situations where you’re probably going: What if I just spoke with her a little more often, what if we checked the mail sooner, what if the postal service was a little faster –

A lot of “what ifs” but you can’t go back in time and fix it and now this fantastic hunter who was marked by psychopaths, and this person that Sam literally had an instant spark with, is gone.

That fucking sucks.

(Something else I want to add: Glynn co-produced 12x21 and wrote 15x06, and the shot of Eileen on the morgue table vs Eileen in the tub with the water was interesting to me. Anyway).

Later on, they have a gun pointed to Toni and Sam doesn’t ask “Have you been killing the hunters”, he asks specifically about Eileen. Top of mind.

So now we’re onto -

‘Golden Time’ 15x06

There are metas on metas on this, so right off the bat, I’m going to link some:

This exchange by @tinkdw and @drsilverfish on Sam and friendships and relationships

This post by myself, @occamshipper and @7faerielights on how if Dean and Cas basically had an episode like 15x06 instead of Sam and Eileen, we’d be screaming canon canon canon canon canon!

This post where Meredith talks a little more about the episode, including Eileen.

The initial meta I wrote right after the episode.

Right, so, I don’t have to go super in-depth with this since it’s being talked about a lot. BUT – I wanted to point some things out:

- They spent an entire episode (when the episode focused on them, and not Cas) focusing on getting Eileen back. It was Sam’s motivator and cause for action. Then, the whole scene of her coming back to life was 1) Long 2) Intimate and 3) Poignant. What’s my point? Point is they didn’t go through all that effort just to have her killed off permanently. Now, I can’t vouch for the future, but I do know she isn’t going to be killed off permanently, meaning if it appears she dies in the future, she will not remain that way. There was too much put on this episode for them to basically turn around and say: None of it mattered. More specifically: Bucklemming won’t be killing her in 15x08.

- Compare and see the contrast to Jess. And I’m bringing up Jess because Sam brought her up in 15x04, just recently, as something he still has problems getting over (like I highlighted in my post right after the episode, Jess was a relationship started on a Demon introducing them, Sam was being watched, everything was still being planned out and schemed behind his back. Jess was an unfortunate casualty of all of that).

When comparing the scenes, it’s actually pretty amazing: Fire vs Water, Death vs Rebirth, Helplessness vs Taking Action. Even so much as Eileen facing UP and Jess facing DOWN. It’s the direct opposite of where we first started with Sam at the very beginning of the show, and so far this season has had a lot of nostalgic callbacks.

- Eileen’s role this episode, and in her other one, wasn’t to feed into Sam’s own storyline. They run together, but she doesn’t exist for him. In this episode, it’s Sam who worked for her, essentially. She worked with him to bring herself back into the narrative, and she kicked ass while doing it, working in tandem. If ever their narratives tilt to serve the other, then in this case, Sam’s narrative tilted to serve Eileen’s instead of the other way around which is what we often see with Het. pairings in TV shows and movies (and with fridging! :D)

- A lot of people were talking about this specific parallel with Destiel, a small thing, where those who have some pining in them see a person who they care a lot about appearing before them – but I also want to compare it to the end of ‘Bloody Mary’ 1x05 where after Sam deals with secrets, and guilt, and lotsa guilt, he sees Jess as they drive off. So you got a double parallel there. What’s that called in geometry? Is there a term? IDK.

- Last, that whole scene of Eileen coming back was something else. Here’s a gifset if you need to remember it. It was intimate. A lot of people when they hear “intimate” they assume “intimate with each other” aka “sex, making out, glued together in some other way”, but intimacy isn’t always that. In this case, this is what made it so: Quiet, privacy, soft physical interaction before falling into a deeper one, and a mutual understanding that they now had something between them that was larger than before. GIFSET FOR MEMORY. I also just want to include this cap because I can.

The initial touch to make sure “yes, real” along with the embrace was also poignant in being pushed up against Dean’s statement at the end of “I don’t know what’s God and what’s not”. Dean is still struggling with real and fake because he hasn’t been able to have the same experience as Sam who got to see everything unfold under his watch and his own thoughts and actions. He got to touch something real, make something that wasn’t there, there. He made something real happen.

Dean hasn’t gotten there yet, as highlighted by that bathroom shot right next to Dean alone, at the map table (perspective from the stairs by the door too, that’s sad), with an empty chair near him, looking grumpy as fuck. He hasn’t gotten to real yet. He hasn’t found his “real” anchor, which is Cas let’s be honest with ourselves. Sam literally got to see his manifest before him.

I could honestly just hug Meredith for not going over the top. I feel like, in other shows and movies, if this scene were to happen and the female character comes out with no clothing on and wrapped in a towel and It’s In The Moment, there’s like a make-out session or a declaration of love – and we didn’t get that. And I’m so happy we didn’t get that. The embers that were left to die have been rekindled with fresh flames and now we’re seeing them grow.

This all leads me to:

Some Dean/Cas Parallels

I am going to admit to you right now, this is a weak spot for me, grabbing parallels out of my memory. Usually, they are only triggered by seeing a post or just as I’m settling down for the night and my brain beats me over the head with it as I slip into unconsciousness.

So, I’m going to only focus really on this episode. I know they were there in season 11 and 12, but I don’t have the knowledge to really remember.

If anyone can reblog with their own knowledge on parallels, that would be fantastic!

Let’s focus, instead, on this episode, and what my monkey brain picked up on:

- Eileen is coming up from Hell, and Sam assisted her, literally bringing her back out of Hell | ‘Lazarus Rising’ 04x01 for Dean/Cas.

- This thematic parallel of slow intimacy. You watch the scene when Eileen returns and go “Oh! That’s soft! And intimate!”. We’ve had those scenes plenty with Dean and Cas over the last 11 years to the point I don’t even think I can list them all. It wasn’t always to the same caliber, meaning sometimes there was just more emotionally charged things going on, frustration or anger or adoration, but both sides here have shared intimate scenes (including in 11x11 with Sam and Eileen and would have been with Dean and Cas has Lucifer NOT been there).

- The slow burn in general. It’s not going to be the same amount of slow-burn a Dean and Cas because that has gone on for a while, but Sam and Eileen are clearing going to take their time here.

- The thing I linked above where you see the person you love in some way or form appears before you.

- Again pointing back to the ‘Real vs Fake’ thing. Dean’s problem for the last 6 episodes is this existential doom he keeps trying to wrestle with (and not in the sexy way). Sam gets to touch someone who wasn’t tangible in previous scenes, and knows she is now real and he had something to do with it, he got to see the process and participated it in it. There was no “poof! she’s here!”.

How that’s a parallel is that Cas left in 15x03 and we’ve all been saying that Dean is struggling with real vs fake, yes, but one of the real vs fake things he’s struggling with is that he doesn’t know if Cas is ‘real or fake’ in the sense of “did everything over the last decade just not matter and now everything that I’ve felt build over that time is useless garbage and it was one of the things I was holding on to”. Here’s a little gifset to make it more painful.

- Whatever tropes Sam/Eileen do fall onto, Dean and Cas have already fucking hoarded them all so it’s always going to seem like a parallel. Sam and Eileen aren’t overly tropey, instead, kind of existing in this mellow space.

But, with every parallel, there is an equal point of them being their own thing, and not tied to another pairing, which is exactly how it should be.

These relationships can bounce against each other with parallels, but they aren’t a duplicate or stacking on top of each other. They are very much their own thing, and each has their own way of going about things.

Sam and Eileen had an instant connection meanwhile Cas threatened to throw Dean back into Hell.

Cas didn’t stay dead.

Dean and Cas are actually more physical with each other.

And just time. One has had more time and the other has not.

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So, in the end, Eileen has always been geared to being Sam’s love interest BUT not in a cheesy, stupid, macho dumb way. She is her own character with her own story.

Rowena is very much the same. Neither of them existed as boner fodder.

But, when it comes to WHY DIDN’T THEY MAKE SAM/ROWENA A THING - it’s because it was never meant to be. Rowena was flirty, liked Sam in the end and he liked her and they had a connection but it was never set up like Eileen was. I’m sorry (I liked the ship though!).

Not saying she only existed to pass down knowledge to Main Male Character And Now She’s Useless – again you know my theory that she died for a reason, and I feel like yes she will be Queen of Hell.

I know a lot of people were banking on Sam/Rowena this season, and hell I was even pushing for it, not because Rowena is defaulted to love interest but because she had a lot of time with Sam.

But, and hopefully, I pointed this out, the amount of episodes doesn’t matter. What matters is what they contain, how the characters behave with each other, and so on and so forth. (Side note, we are BLESSED with such talented actors).

Eileen has had barely over 3 episodes (only 3 if you don’t want to count 12x21, and I won’t blame you), but those episodes were packed with all sorts of signals, clues, hints, and small sparks that lit the fire that now has room to grow.

I hope I convinced you to give it a shot, anon.

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Rescue You Chapter 8 : November 11 and 12

Dean x reader

Summary : My name is Y/n. I’m the outcast of my witch community. This is the story of how I rescued Dean Winchester, the story of how he saved me.

Serie Warnings : Swearing. Injuries. Smut. Fluff. Angst.

Chapter warning : Fluff of the doom, light sweet Smut and of course Swearing.

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November 11, 9:56am

Dean gets up in a growl and takes a shirt on his chair to wipe his stomach. He turns toward me and gently cleans my inner thighs and my folds.

The expression on his face is hard and his eyes are dark. I can’t move. I’m just terrified, terrified of Mam Griffin, terrified of what they could do to Aiden, terrified that I don’t care so much anymore and of what it says about me. Am I a horrible, selfish person ? I just want to forget about past and move on. But above all… I’m terrified that this could be the end of Dean and me.

“How many people do I have to kill to keep you safe and for myself…” he groans.

A lump grows in my throat, he seems angry.

“I’m sorry Dean” I look down while he get dressed.

He stops moving, his chest still bare and his pants not closed, he squats before me.

“Sorry ? Baby none of this is your fault” he says pushing my hair from my face.

This nickname is my favorite sound ever, and I look up to meet his eyes and stroke his beautiful face. What if I never heard it again…

“I should just…” I start but he gets up, rubbing his face.

“No” he cuts me. “You’re not going to surrender. It’s you and me… I’m going to free them. And you… we will be free.”

“Dean, it’s a trap…”

“I know, but we won’t take the chance that they die, will we ?” he tries to smile but I can see how worry he is.

We join Sam in what they call the War room, he welcomes us with a sad smile. Dean’s so tall brother explains us that he called the witch called Rowena, that she seemed to know my community and that Castiel is investigating on what is the trap, but the place is really well protected against angels, or demons, or anything.

The two brothers ask me about the town, the powers, the hierarchy… They make me draw a plan of it. Google Earth itself is blind to the village, only a big forest.

After a while, Sam receives a photo. His face darken and I have to insist a lot for him to show me the picture.

It is Aiden tied to a chair, his face is bruised and his hair are wet, his soft brow eyes are filled with a terrifying expression of despair, and tears of blood soak his cheeks.

“He has lost his boys…” I murmur while a shiver freezes the skin of my back.

Dean’s hand comes to my side and he kisses my temple.

“I say we go and burn their witch ugly faces until we find the guy and Y/n’s family, drop them somewhere safe and come back home” Dean grunts.

“Impossible” Sam sighs. “We would be dead in minutes… Dean, some of those witches could make your lungs melt a mile away.”

“Or turn you into a suicidal, or make you think Sam is the one to be killed…” I whine, getting close to take him in my arms.

I put my head on his shoulder and stroke his back. Sam looks at us with an unreadable expression and sighs.

“Hey, Y/n… I’m making coffee, do you want some ? Are you hungry ?” he says kindly.

“Yes” I answer shyly, I’m starving. “I could use a little snack if it’s not too much to ask.”

When he leaves, Dean turns to face me and puts a light kiss on my lips. He’s silent. I search his green eyes and tears fill up my eyes as I remember running to the cabin with a large smile on my lips. I fell for him so fast, so hard. I still can’t believe he loves me, and I have no idea if this is something that ever happened to him. I only know I trust him, and believe him when he says he loves me.

“Sam seems to like you” he says low, wrapping his huge arms around my shoulder to press me against his chest. “If something happened to me…”

“No…” I whine.

“… He would be all you have left. I want you to trust him, okay ?”

Sam clears his throat behind and Dean lets go of me. Why did he say that ? Now I don’t want him to go at all… If something happens to him, the world will swallow me.

“I made you a sandwich” his brother says looking strangely at me.

Before I finish it, while Sam is on the phone with a woman named Jody, and Dean reading something in an old grimoire, the door opens.

“The Winchesters need me again” an elegant woman says, entering.

I get up and take a deep breath, I can feel it, she is a very powerful witch.

“Rowena, thanks for coming so fast” Sam says but Dean only nods.

“Well well… that case will require the Book of the Damned” she smiles and Dean frowns. “That’s an opportunity I can’t miss… So that’s the girl.”

She smiles walking toward me. I know that smile, the kind that looks motherly, but hides danger in it, a witch smile. She touches my hair and I don’t move, keeping stern eyes on her face.

“She’s pretty but… useless. My dear ! With that bloodline of yours ! Not even an ounce of talent !” she laughs.

“Rowena. Careful” Dean warns her and her smile grows.

“But…” she states with enthusiasm. “A witch that won Dean Winchester’s heart ! That’s… Unexpected.”

“How do you…” my lover starts but she puts a hand on the place of his heart.

“It’s really obvious Dean… I can see it through your chest” she searches his face and her eyes widen. “Wow… it’s a…precious love.”

“Can you help us” Dean groans.

“Well…” she sits dramatically. “Those witches are among the most powerful, guys. I’ll see what I can do, but I will need the book.”

Sam and Dean stare at each other an instant, obviously having a silent talk.

“Okay but it doesn’t leave the bunker” my lover says and she rolls her eyes.

Sam leaves and the witch keeps staring at me, like I was a riddle. I take a step aside to be closer to Dean and she smiles.

“That’s really something !” she laughs.

But before Dean can had anything else, his brother comes back with an old grimoire. She seems really excited to take it in her hands and opens it right away, letting her body fall nonchalantly on one of the chairs.

After long awkward minutes of just staring at her, Dean offers me to sit and does the same. Sam stays up, behind her, reading above her shoulder. So many questions occupy my mind, so many fears ; but thick fingers grab mine under the table. When I look up, Dean offers me a calm smile.

“That…” Rowena says. “Maybe…” she looks up at me and seems to think.

“What ?” Dean grunts and his brother bends to look at the pages.

“Well boys, you have three choices” the witch smiles. “One : You go there with your guns and die after maybe four minutes, and that’s because you’re the Winchesters… Two, you send a bomb to burn the city, but… that might not even work and there are thing you don’t want to blow up there…”

“Kids” I say but she rolls her eyes.

“Books, potions… Anyway. Or three, you make them as useless as your little Y/n, and your girlfriend powerful…”

“That actually might work” Sam states, taking the book in his hands.

“You can… take away their powers ?” Dean asks, letting go of my hand.

“I can’t” she sighs. “But she could” she points at me. “Powerless kids are hated so much because they have the ability to steal powers, that’s the big secret. They never do it, of course because they’re rare, they get no witchcraft education and are often killed or locked up.”

“That’s not true” I frown. “No powers is just no powers…”

“Yes, dear, it is” she sighs. “I, myself, can’t take the Coven’s powers away, because that’s not how it works, natural witches’ powers are linked to them so either they die, and the power dies, either it needs a new host… I can’t be a host, I would love to believe me” she smiles wide. “But I have my own powers… Y/n could.”

“Steal powers ?” Dean shakes his head. “Did it ever worked ?”

“Yes, once or twice… of course only one person’s power were stolen… A whole witch community…”

“What ?” I frown.

“I have no idea if you could survive so much power” she states.

“No way then” Dean gets up. “We burn the place.”

“Dean…We can’t genocide a town !” I shake my head. “What if I only disarm the Coven, they’re the one who could arm Dea… us.”

“Baby, we’ve fought so hard to be together…” Dean whispers low, looking down.

I turn to face him and cup his face.

“We will never be safe until they are armless, they will always try to destroy us… They will kill everybody until I surrender, not only witches, anybody. They will use all their energy and powers to reach me, you, Sam. We will have to stay locked up forever… And that’s if the bunker holds them back…”

“Not sure at all” Rowena hums.

“We can’t do nothing” I continue. “This is not just about Aiden and my family… This is about how dangerous they are… and I won’t let you get innocent hand on your hands. So this is our only chance. If I get their powers, I will be able to defend… for once.”

He searches my face and sighs.

“Aw” Rowena cuts us and Dean gives her a death glare. “If the whole Coven is useless, Sam and Dean might have a chance to enter the village and kill who needs to be without their blood boiling… But even there, it could be a suicidal mission, and you dear, your chance of surviving will be a little better, not more than that. Oh and I need payback, I will follow you to help, only if I can take some souvenirs…”

Dean starts walking, my wolf is like in a cage.

“If this works, Y/n won’t have to be scared ever again” Sam states.

My lover rubs his face and tears fill my eyes.

“I’ll do it” I state.

November 11, 11:28pm

Dean is above me, his nose brushing mine, his breath against my mouth. His hand is in my hair and is eyes deep in my soul. I lift my knees a little and they find their place at each side of his hips, my whole body clinging to him.

“If I lose you…” he whispers, bending to make our lips touch slightly. “If I lose you now…”

“I will survive if you do” I murmur against his lips.

His sighs are deep, his body is warm and soft. One of his hands roams my side and grab my boob, I stroke his back.

“It will work, Dean” I assure him in a whisper while he makes his delicious mouth graze against my cheek and jaw. “Please baby…”

I lift my hips a little to invite him and one of my hands comes between us to touch his chest and stomach. I can feel him grow hard and I can hear his breathing deepen slowly. This was exquisite, but it is turning to torture…

After discussing plans and spell and ingredients all day, Dean took me to his room. He cuddled me and kissed me. I only have my dress, so I was wearing it again, but he took it away, just to free me of that sinister outfit. He gave me one of his shirt, but between kisses and caresses, I never put it on… It’s lying next to me on the mattress now.

And here I am, my legs spread, my body naked against his, my walls throbbing to catch his attention, my hands learning him by heart.

“Dean…”

“I know” he whispers lowering his hips to crush his cock against my folds.

He kisses my lips and moves his hips to tease me with the tip of his length. In a pleased moan, I push my tongue in his mouth.

When he enters me, I grab his neck and smile, biting my lips, he kisses my face randomly and lower his head on my shoulder. This kind of love making is something I never knew before, it’s not needy or hungry ; we need to be close more than we need pleasure…

At first. Because when the delicious stretch of his cock inside me is joined by his sensual moans of pleasure against my skin, and that his cock grows full and twitches, I gasp and clench him.

“Mh…” he gently bites my neck. “Yes baby. You’re perfect…” his hips roll before he starts thrusting slow but hard. “Yeah… I love you… Mh… This is perfect. Wrap your legs around me Y/n.”

I do and let my head fall back at the feeling of him and at his moaning prayers in my ears.

“I want you” he whispers in a light gasp.

“I’m here…”

“I want you” he repeats searching my mouth to kiss it. “I want you…”

His trusts fasten a little, and my ankles push him deeper each time. He stays against me, in my arms, letting me feel the strong muscles of his back moving under my fingers, the shaking of his stomach on mine. My back arches a little and he grabs my side, almost crushing my ribs by how needy his hands are now.

“I want you” he groans now, his trust, still incredibly loving but getting eager.

I can feel it built, the most intimate orgasm that ever grew in me. It goes up and up and my eyes shut. I want to be with him, I don’t want to jump of that cliff alone. So I join his thrust and open my mouth.

“Dean… I’m going to…” but I’m too far gone and I can’t talk more than that.

“I know, I feel you… I’m here baby, I got you.”

His voice penetrates my soul and I can’t tell where he stops and where I begin. I want to go even higher, to fall harder, so I push on his ass, encouraging him to take me like we both need right now.

Both his arms slip under me and he grabs my shoulders from behind, making me feel small and fragile. Pushing down on them when he trusts, he fills my body deep and my legs shake.

I come in a gasp, panting out loud with strangled inhale, my walls throbbing really strongly but slow around him. He groans and clenches his teeth hard, shutting his eyes like he was in an exquisite pain before he opens his mouth in a silent scream, filling me with this cum I’m so proud to earn.

“Y-you’re so beautiful b-baby” I encourage him while his last thrusts empty him completely inside of me.

November 12, 6am.

The cruel sound of his alarm wakes me although it only rings once. He silences it and sighs, kissing my head a long time, breathing in my hair.

“Rest is over baby…” he sadly says and I know by his voice he wasn’t sleeping.

I snuggle against him and sigh deeply, grabbing him by the neck to keep his mouth on me.

“I want to stay like this forever” I murmur.

He doesn’t answer and escapes my arms, walking naked in the room to find his clothes.

It takes all the strength I have for me to sit. I look at him for a little while, he’s getting dressed, slowly hiding my love behind those layers of fabric, becoming the Dean everyone gets to see.

Sam found me a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and I’m wearing one of Dean’s flannel on top of it, my feet still bare on the bunker floor, my eyes sad, a piece of paper in my hand.

“So you remember the plan, right ?” Sam says giving me a cup of coffee.

I nod and look up at the man I love, he’s reading the pages of the grimoire again, serious, anxious, stern. Everybody seems tired, even the witch despite all the makeup she wears.

When I enter the car, Dean comes to the backseat with me right away, letting Sam drive this car I know my love doesn’t like, and Rowena front.

It’s still night outside, it’s rainy and cold. I guess in the town, snow will cover everything still, or aches, or both…

I don’t want to go back, and I don’t want Dean and Sam to go there. But I will have no peace until they can’t hurt us…

So I will enter the sacred ground, cover it with a circle of my blood, kill the totem, eat his heart, say the words along with each Coven member’s name… And survive drowning in their powers.

I have to survive. I can’t leave Dean. There is so much I want to know about him, so many things I want to do with him, and for him…

I turn my head to his still stern face and grab his hand, making him look at me.

“I don’t want you to do that” he says.

“Let me get strong enough to kick their asses” I smile sadly.

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eleventhdoctorsangel · 4 years

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Too young too dumb to know things like love

Summary: I fell from a rift of reality. No memory of what my life was before. The only thing I seem to remember was my name. Now I live with the Winchester, Jack and Castiel. Along with training both Jack and I to become hunter I help Jack control his powers.

I sat next to Sam watching him dig up anything on Alexander to see if he really is who he says he is. For what I saw he was. “So. I’ve dug up a pretty hefty paper trail on Alexander Ketch. Birth certificate, U.S visa and passport, academic records from Kendricks for Arthur and Alexander.” Sam said. “Sam.” Dean said. “Dean I went into the hard drive I took from the Brits’ U.S. base. There are academic initiation paper drawn up for both Ketches with Alexander’s remaining incomplete.” Sam said. “Okay I don’t care how good this story looks. I ain’t buying it.” Dean said. “All right. For argument’s sake we know mom shot Arthur and we know we dumped his corpse into the waste canal. So even if this is weird yes it’s weird but we eat weird every day.” Sam said. “Yeah but there’s Ripley’s believe it or not weird and then there’s weird that’s just straight up bull. Now I’m thinking that Ketch weird is door number two.” Dean said. Sam closed his laptop letting out a sigh. “So does this mean someone is going to go talk to him?” I asked. “Well for one if anyone is going to talk to him it will be Sam or I okay. I don’t want you to go anywhere near him.” Dean said. “Why not dean if anyone has a chance at getting him to talk it’s going to be Y/n.” Sam said. “No she is not Sam. I’m not going let him anywhere near her.” Dean said. “Dean.” Sam said. “Sam stop it’s ok. It would be better if you or Dean talk to him. I mean you two do know the situation than I do.” I said. Sam was the one who went to go talk to Alexander. Dean got up from his seat where he was that was behind Sam and I taking Sam’s now empty seat. “You ok kiddo? He didn’t hurt you when he grabbed you earlier did he?” Dean asked. “No he didn’t.” I said. “I had to make sure.” Dean said. “I understand. Who’s Rowena?” I asked. “A friend I guess you can say. She was killed by Lucifer Jack’s father.” Dean said. “So the devil is Jack’s father?” I asked. “Yup.” Dean said. “Good to know and this is a normal thing for you and Sam?” I asked. “Pretty much you’ll get use to it.” Dean said. “I hope.” I said. “You will after you get use to it. You need abit of training in you. You’re so small I bet the wind can knock you down.” Dean said. “Oh haha.” I said. “Come on. You’re one of the tiniest things I’ve seen.” Dean said. “Well maybe you and Sam are just giants.” I said. “Very funny.” Dean said. “I try to be.” I said. “Have you ever shot a gun?” Dean asked. I shook my head. “Ok well that’s something that I will have to teach you.” Dean said. “You’ll probably have to teach me how to defend myself too.” I said. “Obviously don’t want you get hurt on our watch.” Dean said. “Yeah.” I said giving dean a small smile.

It was about twenty minutes later before Sam came back to join us and then a cell phone rang. Dean went to go answer it. “Hello? Yes this is Agent Russell. I did give you my card yeah. Really? What kind of questions? Okay and when was this? What did he look like? Yeah no we will check into it. Thank you very much.” Dean said as he wrote something down then hung up. “What was that all about?” Sam asked. “That was a manager at the Stampede Motel place we stayed in Dodge City.” Dean said. “Right.” Sam said. “Guess his front desk clerk went missing. Right after some dude showed up asking questions about Jack.” Dean said. “You get a name?” Sam asked. “Nope. But… from his description? Evil Colonel Sanders.” Dean said. I gave both he and Sam a confused look. “Asmodeus.” Dean said. “Tracking Jack.” Sam said. “Yeah which means he’s two steps behind him which means we need to find him fast.” Dean said. “I should say.” A voice said making me jump. I look to see Alexander eating a sandwitch. Then it was the most awkward silence I’ve ever seen. “What the hell is this?” Dean asked. “He’s in chains. There’s no bathroom in the armory. And he hadn’t eaten in like a day and a half.” Sam said. “Do I look like I care?” Dean said. I bite my lip to keep me from laughing. “Judging by your rage my brother must’ve behaved very badly. I understand your mother is the one who killed him?” Alexander asked. “And he had it coming after what he did to her.” Dean said. “Hmm. And how is she now?” Alexander asked. “She’s good. Would you put him back?” Dean said. Sam let out a sigh closing his laptop and getting up. As Dean called someone. “Cass any news on Jack? We need to find him fast. “ Dean said. I could hear somewhat of what Cass was saying but not all of it. “What? Cass?” Dean asked. Dean hung up the phone. “What’s up? Sam asked. “Something didn’t seem right.” Dean said. “I’ll track his phone. Let’s go.” Sam said. “Yes let’s.” Alexander said. “No. no you are not a part of let’s.” Dean said. “And she is?” Alexander asked. “Yes she is. y/n go get a jacket on and wait in the impala.” Dean said. I nodded getting up making my way to my room to grab a jacket then headed to the impala getting in the backseat waiting on Sam and Dean to come so we can go find Cass. They came to join me after getting Alexander getting squared away. Then the drive to where Cass was started. “Who’s Asmodeus?” I asked. “He’s one of the four horseman apocalypse and the new king of hell.” Dean said. “New king? What happened to the old king?” I asked. Sam and Dean gave each other a look. “Did I over step a bound?” I asked as I started to feel bad about asking that question. “No y/n you didn’t. He died. It’s kind of a long story.” Sam said. “Maybe you can tell me sometime. I said. “Get some rest kiddo we got a pretty long drive.” Dean said. I leaned up against the window and closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again it was dark outside. I could hear the pinging coming from Sam’s phone. “Man I hate the idea of Ketch on his own in the bunker.” Dean said. “He’s lock up tight. Not going anywhere.” Sam said. “Yeah. How we looking? You still got a lock on Cass’s signal?” Dean asked. ”Sure do. I nailed down his location. He’s not much further so… Don’t worry. You did tell him not to do anything stupid.” Sam said as dean let out a laugh. “Right. When’s the last time that’s worked?” Dean said. We finally arrived at an empty bar. “Alright y/n why don’t you stay in the car incase this goes sideway.” Dean said. “Okay.” I said. “Here I just hope you don’t have to use it.” Sam said handing me a gun. I nodded and place the gun next to me. Sam and Dean both got out of the impala and made their way into the bar. I rolled down my window so I could at least what was going on. I soon hear screaming and gunshot coming inside the bar. Then I hear a motorcycle. The motorcycle parked next to the impala and I saw Alexander get off. “Pity that left you all alone.” “Alexander said as he opened the door and roughly grabbed me by the arm. I reached for the gun that Sam had given me but Alexander wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me away before I could. “Afraid not that seem like a dangerous for a little girl like you.” Alexander said dragging me towards the bar. “Let me go.” I said fighting against his grip. He threw me inside as he went to grab a blade that was on the ground and stabbed to lady that was attacking Sam. “Y/n?” Sam asked as he got up coming over to me to help me up from the ground. Then he looked to Alexander. “H-how did you get out of the armory? Y-y-you…chains.” Sam said. “Lock pick. If you’d done the prescribed cavity search as you should you’d have found it. I uh grabbed some weapons from your toy box and a motorcycle from you garage et voila. What’s become of angel?” Alexander said. Then I hear a gun cock and look to see Dean pointing a gun at Alexander. Sam grabbed my hand pulling me over to where Dean was. “Not sure. But I’m sure of you Arthur. You know I gotta hand it to you. That paper trail you cooked up pretty impressive. But my gut told me it was baloney. Looks like my gut was right. See I’ve been in it with you Arthur. I’ve seen your moves. We’ve gone toe to toe. And I saw that look in your eye when you asked about our mom. So why don’t you cut the crap?” Dean said. “Actually everything I told you is true. Well except for the un twin brother thing. I am separated from the British Men of Letters lying low because they will kill me for desertion. I make a rather good living as a sort of soldier of fortune deep underground for a certain sort of clientele who appreciate my skill set. And I do use the name Alexander.” Arthur said. “How is it you’re still alive?” Sam asked. “I believe you’re familiar with the witch Rowena MacLeod?” Arthur asked. “So?” Dean said. “She was capture by the British Men of Letters some years back. I discovered she’d sewn a powerful charm into her body that could bring her back should she be killed. I Struck a deal wherein she did the for me in return for allowing her to escape.” Arthur said. “So after we dumped you body you.” Sam said. “Good as new. Only problem is once the device is used it needs to be recharged.” Arthur said. “Which is why you’re hunting for Rowena. Well sorry Lucifer burned her up. She dead.” Dean said. “Is she?” Arthur said. “Why’d you come here? You could’ve run.” Dean said. “Did it ever occur to you Dean that I might actually be one of the good guys?” Arthur said. “No. Not even once.” Dean said. “You and I were soldiers in opposing armies who were at war.” Arthur said. “Well the thing about war is one side wins.” Dean said pointing the gun at Arthur again. “I suppose you’re right.” Arthur said throwing something down causing an explosion and the room started to fill with smoke. I started to cough as I heard a gunshot. Sam and Dean ran toward the door only to have them push against it till it finally open. I followed them outside where my legs gave out from under me. I looked to see Sam and Dean in the road. Dean still had his gun pointed towards where Arthur was driving off to. Sam looked back at me and rushed over to me. “Y/n are you okay?” Sam asked putting a hand on my arm where Arthur grabbed me. I flinched and moved away from Sam. “Did he hurt you?” Sam asked. I nodded. “Son of a bitch!” I heard Dean yell. “Come on.” Sam said helping me up. We got back the impala to go find where Cass was. Dean called Cass and waited for him to answer. “Cass? Hey. Are you okay? We- we-we tried to track you down but you were gone. We ran into a bunch of demons. What’s- what’s happening? Okay well what’s going on?” Dean asked then he hung up the phone. “Is Cass okay?” Sam asked. “He sounded fine to me.” Dean said. Then we made the drive back to the bunker.

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sarcastic-space-gal · 5 years

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Archangel’s Bane (Part 3)

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader;

Word Count: 1320 ;

Warnings: Swearing, Angst;

Summary: What if i tell you that Lucifer was cast out of Heaven because of… love?

A/N: Hi everyone! Here is the third part of Archangel’s Bane! I’m really hooked on this, and i just can’t stop writing it. I really appreciate your lovely comments, thank you all so much! If you want to be tagged, just ask and i will add you❤️ Here is the Part 1 and Part 2 . Here is a Lucifer one shot Pay Me a Visit In Heaven . Love you all xo xo

Never in his life he thought emotions would ever affect a celestial being, especially him.

He was Lucifer, Satan, the Evil incarnated, he couldn’t feel anything, only rage. At least that was what he believed. Yet, in that moment, he never felt more human: there are no suitable words to describe what he was feeling.

“Lucifer” she gasped, her voice was caught in her throat.

“Y/n, is that you?” his voice came out more weaker than he thought “Are you real?”

“I’m here, it’s me” she said softly as her eyes started watering.

Lucifer had no heart but he could almost feel, in his essence, the most blissful sensation he ever felt after seeing her for the first time.

He sprinted towards her and took his face gently in his hands, almost afraid that at his touch she would have faded away. His eyes darted to her features, soft but solemn, as he remembered: time didn’t deprive her of her magnificence, she was as beautiful as the last time he saw her, a very long time ago.

She placed her warm hands on his forearms and stared at him in pure joy: never ever she believed to be able to see him again, and now, here he was. They were together again. Eons, eras, thinking he was gone, dead or worse she would have been called to do her duty: being used by God to kill him. That would be the most disturbing and painful scenario.

“How is this possible? How, I-” Lucifer’s voice was just above a whisper.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m here now” she responded.

That was it, he couldn’t hold back anymore: he kissed her. She shed a tear and welcomed the kiss.

The two brothers, Cas and Rowena watched the scene in front of them with the most confused and surprised looks painted on their faces. Lucifer and Y/n were now in front of them, in their library, reunited after ages, and what shocked them the most was how quickly Lucifer’s attitude changed in her presence. It almost seemed like he wasn’t even Lucifer anymore, he was different.

“What do we do now?” Rowena whispered to the others.

“I-I don’t know” Sam responded without looking away from the couple.

Dean cleared his throat and the two of them released the kiss turning their heads towards the sound.

“Oh Winchesters, I almost forgot about you”

“Dean and Sam Winchester” y/n stated while glaring at them. They instantly tighten the grip on their weapons. Lucifer saw that immediately and appeared right next to her.

“Make a move towards her and I will burn you right in your places” he said with a deadly tone.

“Thank you” Y/n was right in front of the two brothers, smiling at them.

“W-what?” they both stuttered.

“You freed me from my cage, thank you” she repeated with pure joy in her eyes.

“What? You three and the witch, freed Y/n?” Lucifer was far beyond surprised “My blood, of course”

“Yeah” Sam responded quietly as Satan’s features softened a little.

The room fell silent, an awkward silence.

“Well, why don’t you tell us something about you Y/n?” Rowena suggested, earning the attention of everyone else in the library.

“Yeah let’s have a chat” Dean said sarcastically.

“Of course. You will probably know more about my story...”

“Indeed” Castiel suddenly spoke up “and what do you know about us”

“I actually know everything”

Dean and Sam’s eyes went wide.

“What do you mean you know everything? You were trapped in a cage for… ever” Sam said.

“Yes, it’s true, but as angels do, I watch from above. I saw all the ages of this world running in front of my eyes through the years. I saw humanity grow, destroy, build, pray. I know who you are, Dean and Sam” she said looking at each of them “I know you Rowena, the powerful witch, Crowley’s mother. And I know you Castiel, Angel of the Lord, friends of the humans”

They listened to her voice attentively.

“So you know what happened on earth since you were trapped” Sam added.

“Yes” she then looked at Lucifer “I saw what God did to you, what he has done to you, Dean, Sam”

They looked at her with pitiful eyes and then looked down at the floor. There was a brief pause when suddenly Sam asked “But what God did to you Y/n?”

Lucifer stiffened at Sam’s question and instantly felt uneasy.

She took a deep breath and began.

“I was one of the first humans who ever walked on earth. We had everything we need, there was just bliss. When one day I met him. I fell in love with him. I didn’t know what he was, but I couldn’t and can’t care less, with him I felt complete. But for God that was forbidden… he trapped me in a cage and I became his most powerful weapon, ready to be used at his need. For ages I watched from my cage the years of this world passing by, feeling like an object. But those years didn’t go wasted: with the power I gained I became more and more powerful as time went by”

“But… how can God have control on you?” Castiel asked after she finished.

“With this” she shifted the fabric of her dress on her right shoulder, revealing something that everyone in the room knew far too well.

The Mark of Cain.

Lucifer quickly turned and passed his fingers on the Mark. His wrath could almost be felt in the room, his expression was grim and filled with rage. He closed his fingers that were still lingering on your shoulder in a fist and walked away for a moment, in complete silence.

“That son of a bitch” Dean said.

Few hours went by. Lucifer and Y/n were in the library talking as the others reunited in the corridors of the bunker to discuss the next move to do.

“What do we do?” Castiel asked turning completely to look at the Winchesters and Rowena.

“I don’t know Cas, this is, this is nuts” Dean responded while passing his hand on the back of his neck.

Rowena leaned on the wall as well as Sam, who had his arms folded into his chest.

“That is not right” Sam said.

“What God did to her? To us? Damn well it’s not. We are just pieces of his own personal game. And if something goes wrong, puff, he just starts over”

“You’re angry” Castiel stated.

“With God, yes I am.”

“Can we just mention the fact that Lucifer has a girlfriend?” Rowena mentioned.

“And she has a very positive impact on him” Sam added.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, did you see how he changed from ‘Winchester I’ll smite you’ to ‘peace and love’ in merely two seconds? What if he is not so… bad?”

“Sam seriously? You are talking about Satan!”

“Yes Dean I know! I know him even more than everyone else here. I know what he is capable of, and I can also say that I never saw him react like this towards a person, or anything in general.”

The others fell silent, Dean was glaring at his brother with a mixture of attention and concern.

“Lucifer was just another angel, who simply fell in love, and disobeyed to him. We perfectly know what he does to whoever won’t listen to his orders.” Sam added.

“What if he is just another victim like us Dean?” his voice was filled with sorrow and pity.

His brother didn’t had the chance to respond because the lights started flickering, and the floor shaking. They instantly sprinted towards the library, finding Lucifer and Y/n on their feet looking at them.

“What’s happening right now?” Dean shouted.

“Nothing good” Lucifer stated, dead serious.

All of a sudden, all the shaking stopped and the lights were again steady.

“Hello guys”

It was him.

Chuck.

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