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ms-rampage · 3 years

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Hello. You must be tired of me, no I really like the way you write. Can I ask imagine for Supernatural? Y/n is the sister of the archangels and Chuck's favorite daughter. After being captured and tortured by Asmodeus, y/n is broken, and Chuck tries to support his daughter. Please. I really like the kind Chuck who takes care of his children)

The Broken Archangel

No its fine! I don't mine 😁😊

Summary: Y/n is kidnapped and tortured by Asmodeus for several years. She’s rescued by Arthur Ketch, and is taken to the Winchesters, where God makes the discovery of his youngest Archangel.

Warnings: Some language, mentions of torture and rape. I apologize in advance. This might be a little bit dark.

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Y/n was captured by the Prince of Hell, Asmodeus while she was protecting her older brother Gabriel.

She was taken to Hell where she was tortured and completely drained of her grace. Torturing her in ways, for her to give him the locations of her elder brothers Gabriel and as well as Lucifer either one of them.

She spent 8 years in Hell, being drained of her grace, making her a broken Archangel with little no no powers.

He was feeding off her grace, keeping her locked up in the deepest parts of Hell. Sewing her mouth shut.

Locking her in a cage inside a dark room, keeping her in solitary confinement.

She was basically his “little pet”. He drained her dry of her grace to make himself powerful and be ruler of Hell. Other than him torturing you, taking away your grace, he did other unspeakable acts to you, that you wished to never speak of, or even think of. With him weakening you, he knew you wouldn’t be able to fight back or defeat yourself.

Making you feel dirty, disgusted and making you want to kill every demon in Hell. Wanting to kill that white suit, KFC dickhole.

“So Y/n?” he asks, holding a sharp blade in hand wiping it with a hand towel “Where are those two brothers of yours?”.

You say nothing, sitting on the floor staring down at it, with a metal collar around your neck, attached to a chain on the wall.

You knew he was asking about Lucifer and Gabriel because Michael and Raphael are dead. He knew your grace wasn’t as strong as theirs.

“I asked you a question doll” he says, kneeling in front of you. You don’t dare to look at his face because you’d want to bitch slap him, and you would.

He straightens his posture, and grabs you by your hair, pulling it to make you look up at him.

You cry out, you try to hit him back but the chains around your wrists prevent that.

“I asked you a question, and you will obey it!” he growls, “I know your grace isn’t as strong as your brothers. I’m nearly done with you, a good 60% done with you. So where is Lucifer, and/or Gabriel?!?”.

You didn’t know the locations of Lucifer and your “twin”. Even if you did you weren’t gonna give them up. Finally being able to speak.

“Fuck off” you wince out. Knowing that response wasn’t gonna go well with this demon.

He clicks his tongue, kneeling in front of you again. “You know I’ll break ya, and when I do I’ll just dump out like the angel trash you are”.

Fast forward to several years later, and still under the torture of Asmodeus.

You are rescued by the British Men of Letters. Arthur Ketch because him and the Winchesters needed the grace of an Archangel to keep a rift open to go into the Alpocalypse world.

Since Lucifer and Gabriel were nowhere to be found, AU Michael is a douchebag, but Team Free Will weren’t the only ones looking for an Archangel.

Chuck spent the last several years searching for his youngest Archangel, his favorite daughter. Going from one world to another searching for her. Every universe he had created to find her since she left Heaven.

When Ketch brought her to the bunker, to the Winchesters, Chuck was able to track her down. On Earth in Kansas.

Him, and along with his two sons went to her location.

“Wait, wait” Ketch says to the two brothers aiming their pistols at him, he lifts his arms up to show that he means no harm ”I come bearing a gift”. He pulls you from behind the wall by your arm, showing you to Sam and Dean.

They put their guns down, looking at you and Arthur confused.

“Uhhh who is that??” Dean asks, pointing to you.

“This is Y/n” he tells them, sitting you down on a chair in the library, “Archangel Y/n”.

They look at each other, still confused. “Archangel??” Sam asks him.

He clears his throat, putting his bag on the table “Yes Archangel”.

“I thought there were 4 Archangels??” Dean asks, glaring at him.

Shaking his head, “Nope, there are 5. Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel and her” he tells them, pointing to you.

You sit there, staring off into space. Your lips sewn shut, your all bloody and beaten after years of torture. Zero grace left in you.

Stammering, and not knowing what to say “I don’t-. Where did you-” Sam not knowing what words to use.

“Where did you get her??” Dean asks Ketch for Sam.

He sighs, “From Hell, she’s a feisty, stubborn one. She’s low on grace but enough to open the rift”.

You’re still in a trance, zoning out when it’s broken by another celestial energy in the room.

“Y/n!” a familiar voice shouts, Sam and Dean turn around, and see Chuck, a worried and scared look on his face. Seeing you for the first time in several years, possibly centuries.

You look up, and see your father. Eyes widened, even though you look, and are broken. Can only express one facial reaction, he can tell you wanted to cry.

You look up and down at him, as he cautiously approaches you. Thinking that this is all some game Asmodeus is playing with you, when he reaches to move your hair away from you face, you wince away from his hand.

Scared for anyone to even touch you. When Ketch rescued you, you were terrified, you had no idea who this British man was. So you didn’t trust him, even if you couldn’t tell him. He knew you didn’t trust him.

“I’ve been searching for you” Chuck mutters to you, “For centuries, I’ve been looking for you. I thought I would never find you”. Almost in tears, his voice starts to break, looking at what has become of you. How weak and broken you’ve become.

Dean clears his throat, getting his attention, “I don’t mean to interrupt. But why didn’t we, or the whole world know about a 5th Archangel??”.

He turns around to face the two brothers, “Because I never wrote about her in the Bible or in any of my stories. I wrote about the other 4, my 4 boys but her” he motions back to you, still sitting on the chair, “I never wrote about her because she was always my favorite. My favorite daughter, she’s the last of the Archangels and the only girl out of them. I needed to protect her”.

“Well looks like you did a great job” Dean sarcastically mutters.

Later that evening, they put you in Sam’s room. You sat on the bed while Sam removed the stitching from your lips. The pinching feeling of the threads being removed hurt more now than when they were put on.

Castiel enters the room, just as Sam finishes up with removing the stitching on your lips.

He looks at you in shock, you look up and see your little brother.

“Sam” he says in a soft voice, “She shouldn’t be here”. He looks at him confused.

“Why?! What’s wrong?!” he asks.

He looks over at you and says, “Because she is wanted, not only by Hell, but Heaven as well”.

He looks at Cas, eyebrows raised, “Why is she wanted by Heaven??”.

Castiel sighs, “I’m not sure, but if she’s wanted it's not good”.

“Can’t you heal her?” he asks, “Is there anyway you can do that??”.

He sighs, approaches you and puts his hand on your forehead. The second he does he hears your voice, in your own mind say.

“I must reiterate”.

“It’s not possible for an Angel to heal an Archangel” he tells Sam.

They both leave the room to give you some privacy, and alone time. Feeling free that you’re no longer chained to the wall or to the floor, and not being tortured every minute of every day.

The door opens, and Chuck steps in. Making you look away from the open door. Pressing your knees up to your chest, pressing yourself against the headboard.

“Y/n?” he mutters, slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed, “Y/n, please I want to help you”.

Being too scared to even look at your father, he sighs in disappointment.

“Y/n, I want to help you. What happened to you?, please tell me”. While Chuck is talking to you. The bunker gets two more surprise visitors.

Word got around Heaven that you were there at the Winchester’s bunker, and word got around to Lucifer and Gabriel as well.

The two Archangels made their way to the bunker even though they weren’t together, arriving at the exact same time. Separately. Startling Sam and Dean, making them have their guard up.

“What the hell do you want??” Dean asks, pistol ready in hand.

Lucifer rolls his eyes, “Calm down Deano, I heard a little rumor about a long lost sister” he tells them.

Gabriel appears right after he says that, “Where’s Y/n?!” he asks, frantically looking for his “twin”.

“Why are you here?!?” Sam asks him.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, “It’s quite obvious! Isn’t it?!”. He goes down the hall towards Sam’s room, where you’re at, Lucifer follows behind him.

The two brothers follow behind them, and the two Archangels burst into the room. Startling you, making you fall out of bed onto the floor. Trembling out of fear.

Chuck tries to reassure you, “Y/n, Y/n, it’s okay. It’s your brothers”. You look up and see your older brothers.

“Y/n?!” Gabriel mutters, slowly approaching you. Chuck helps you up, back onto the bed. You look at him wide eyed, seeing your “twin” again.

“Why are you two here?” Chuck asks the other 2 Archangels in the room.

“We heard about Y/n” Lucifer finally speaks up.

Their normal conversation starts to turn into a heated argument between a father and two sons.

You on the other hand, you feel yourself grow angrier and angrier. Not at your father and brothers, but at the fact that they’re fighting about something that doesn’t even matter anymore. For the first time in several years you finally speak up. Loudly, very loudly that the whole building shakes.

“Stop!!!!” you scream loudly, causing the entire bunker to shake, making the lights flicker on and off. Making a few light bulbs burst into sparks.

Sam and Dean cover their ears, shielding their hearing from the ear piercing screech you’re producing, while the other 3 look over at you. You look up at your father and brothers. Slowly standing up from the bed.

“Asmodeus” you mutter before speaking slightly louder, “I was sold off to Asmodeus by those Pagan fuckers. I was tortured, I was abused, I had my grace stolen from me. He weakened me, he did things to me that should never happen to anyone!”.

Trying to hold back tears, “He used me for his own little affairs, he abused me. He violated me!” you scream, causing the walls to shake again. Making your lips sting from the stitch wounds around them.

You cry out these words, and they hurt even more explaining to them to your own family. The looks on all these men's faces soften, looks of empathy, looks of despair. Gabriel automatically knowing who did this to his little sister, to his twin.

“You don’t forgive those who did nothing but put you through constant pain, and torture. What he did to me you don't forget, nor do you ever forgive!. He made me feel vulnerable, live in constant fear. I was betrayed, I was backstabbed. I was protecting you two!”.

Your older brothers look at you with sadden eyes. “I was protecting you two from that Colonel Sanders demon prick!” you cry out, shouting through the pain.

Chuck trying to hold back tears. He knew deep down you're broken, and so did your brothers. Feeling horrible that their little sister, their youngest daughter went through a lot of pain and abuse just to protect her family. Knowing that she may not fully recover from the pain she endured for the last 8 years.

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awesomesusiebstuff · 4 years

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Time Together Changes Everything

This was written for @idreamofplaid Thanks For The Memories Challenge. It was inspired by scenes form Supernatural Season 13 episodes Patience and The Big Empty and by my love for the relationship between Sam and Jack.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Dean Winchester

Words: 2,113

Warnings: None that I could think of. Pure fluff.

A/N Thanks to @fangirlxwritesx67 for reading and encouraging and to @thoughtslikeaminefield for beta read and suggestions for improvement.

Summary: Dean is angry. Jack is afraid of Dean and of his own powers. Sam is trying to keep himself and everyone else together. Someone has to be the adult in the bunker. Who knew trying to raise a Nephilim would be so difficult?

With Cas dead and Mary gone, life in the bunker was very uncomfortable. Truth be told, uncomfortable was too small a word to describe the atmosphere. Charged, hostile, despairing. Those were more accurate descriptions. Everyone who remained had been sent reeling. The world had spun off its axis and no one had time to adjust to the new trajectory.

Dean was mourning his best friend, and his mother, and was caught up in blaming the bunker’s newest resident for his loss. Jack was feeling alone and frightened. Everything was new and terrifying to him, including his own powers. And Sam, Sam was just trying to keep it together.

He had lost his friend and mother -- and, God, it hurt! But he was convinced that Jack was not a monster and knew that someone had to look after him. So, in one of the greatest ironies of all time, Sam chose to step up and protect the son of Lucifer, which included helping Jack learn how to control his powers and use them for good.

Training was not going well. Jack had been trying his hardest to please Sam by making a pencil levitate. Sam had been trying his best to be patient and not pressure Jack. He knew Jack was scared. Sam was frustrated though, and felt he was doing everything wrong. He had no real experience with kids. And, even though Sam knew he did the best he could, his own father was not exactly a role model. Sam was worried he would not be an adequate parent for any child, let alone for a Nephilim. Just the thought of it was overwhelming.

Sam wished he could get Dean on board for some much needed help, but Dean was convinced Jack was evil and would turn on them as soon as he had the opportunity. Dean had gone so far as to tell Jack he would be the one to kill him if he went dark side. Sam understood that his brother’s first response to any strong, uncomfortable emotion was anger. He knew this was part of Dean’s grieving process, but his brooding and glaring at Jack was not helping the situation.

The day everything changed was the day Jack blew up at Sam and fled to his room. Sam found him sitting in the corner in tears. Sam knew what it was to feel like a disappointment. He was mortified to be the cause of Jack’s tears.

Sam sat next to Jack on the floor and bumped his shoulder to get the boy’s attention. In the gentlest voice possible, Sam said “I’m sorry for pushing so hard, Jack. I forget that you’re just a kid. I want you to know that whether you get a handle on your powers or not, you are not a disappointment. Your mom believed in you. Cas believed in you. And I believe in you.”

By this time, Jack had turned so he could look at Sam, his face so open and hopeful that Sam found himself close to tears. “OK,” Jack said.” I’m ready to try again.” “Great!” Sam replied. “But let’s have a little fun first, take a break.”

Sam wasn’t really sure what would be fun for a Nephilim. Truth be told, he wasn’t certain what would be fun for a child. Sam thought about things he had liked to do as a child. He remembered that most of his favorite things involved fantasy of some kind. He didn’t think he should resort to playing Batman and Robin or soldiers with Jack. He decided to start introducing Jack to the world of Star Wars, figuring that would at least be interesting for him.

He left Jack in his room with a laptop and Clone Wars. When he checked back a few hours later, he saw that Jack had not moved off his bed and was still working his way through the episodes. Sam asked, ”Hey, how’s it going?” Jack looked up and replied, “Good. I’m enjoying it. I’m not too fond of Anakin, though.” Sam laughed when he heard this. He was taking this as an indication that Jack was not going to go all Darth Vader on the world. At Jack’s questioning look, Sam smiled and said, “I’ll explain it to you another time.” Jack just nodded and went back to his viewing.

Sam left to make Jack something to eat and ran into Dean in the kitchen. He was still smiling when he said, “So get this. Jack doesn’t like Anakin Skywalker. Dude, that’s a good thing, right?” Dean didn’t really answer but he actually smiled. Sam chose to see this as another good sign. Maybe the ice around Dean was starting to thaw and he would begin to warm up to Jack.

Jack really seemed to enjoy the animated series so Sam downloaded the movies for him, starting, of course, with the original one featuring Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. While Jack watched, Sam returned to the library to do more research on Nephilim.

Thinking about Star Wars and his own childhood had triggered some not so great memories, like how much he disliked being left alone to entertain himself when Dean and his father went on hunts. Those memories made him realize he was doing the same thing to Jack. Sam might not know the best way to teach Jack to use his powers, but he could spend time with him and show Jack what it was like to be human.

From that day on, Sam made a point of spending time with Jack and introducing him to what he called “the human experience.” He listed what he considered essentials and set himself the goal of checking at least one thing off the list every day.

Sam was aware that Jack was too small to wear any of Dean’s clothes. And his own clothes certainly would not fit him. So clothes shopping moved to the top of the list.

Sam never paid much attention to clothes but he found that he actually enjoyed helping Jack find things to wear that he would like and that would feel comfortable. One of their most successful shopping excursions netted Jack a new “favorite” hoodie and a pair of sneakers with Velcro, both of which quickly became part of his daily wardrobe.

Grocery shopping was not quite as successful. Jack discovered he liked candy, sugary cereal, and just about anything sweet. Sam tried to introduce him to all sorts of fruits and vegetables. Jack would try everything but nothing beat nougat and Sam would always catch him trying to sneak sweets into the grocery cart.

Sam was aware that Jack’s grocery preferences contributed to Dean’s warming up to him. Dean would never take Jack shopping, but whenever Dean went on a supply run, Sam saw that a handful of candy bars and a couple boxes of sugary cereal mysteriously made it into the bunker.

Dean couldn’t help noticing that Jack looked up to Sam and that Sam looked happier when he was doing things with Jack. One day he commented, “Dude, I’m glad to see you looking like less of a sad sack.” Sam gave Dean the patented eye roll and said, “Yeah, I think things are getting better.” Sam knew better than to push Dean so he just smiled to himself and let it drop.

Hunting was the family business, so, of course, Sam taught Jack about monsters and the lore. He took Jack out to walk around a cemetery and explained how EMF worked. He let Jack read his hunting journal and some of the notes he kept about monsters he and Dean had encountered.

Sam stayed away from the topic of Lucifer as much as possible. He knew Jack had questions. Jack finally came out and asked, “Is my father a monster?” Sam answered honestly, ”Yes, Jack, he is. And someday I’ll tell you more about him and why I know he is evil. But Jack, that does not mean you will be evil. You have a choice and I believe you will make the right one.”

After that, Sam was always very careful to make sure Jack knew he and Dean did not see him as a monster. He believed that Jack trusted that Sam saw him as a real person and not just some “cosmic entity” with potentially useful powers. He knew Jack was still unsure about Dean, especially after Dean’s “cosmic can opener” crack. Sometimes Jack had bad dreams and he would go to find Sam. He would always ask, “Is Dean going to kill me?’ And Sam always replied, “No. I won’t let that happen.”

Jack’s nightmares became less frequent. One morning he came to Sam and said ”I don’t think Dean plans to kill me anytime soon.” Sam recognized this as real progress and decided to plan a Lord of The Rings movie marathon to celebrate. However, before the marathon could begin, Sam decided Jack needed one more lesson. Sam wanted to show Jack the failsafe weapon to be deployed when trying to get Dean to do anything. Sam left Jack practicing his puppy dog eyes in the mirror and went to find Dean. Sam used his own puppy dog eyes on his brother and Dean agreed to join them in watching the first movie.

Midway through the movie, Jack asked ,“Aren’t people supposed to have snacks when they’re watching a movie?” and Sam watched Jack unleash his version of the pleading eyes on Dean. Sam smirked as he watched Dean jump up to go to the kitchen, saying “I’m on it. Popcorn and nachos coming right up. Anybody need another drink?” By the time the credits rolled on the last film, all three were devouring a Dean made “hobbit second breakfast” of waffles, bacon, and a veggie omelet for Sam.

The next day, Jack proudly announced, “I found a case for you.” Dean surprised Sam by inviting Jack to come with them on the hunt. It turned out to be a simple salt-and-burn and didn’t require any use of special powers. Jack showed he was able to listen and followed Sam’s every direction. And Sam knew Jack’s willingness to do the grave digging won him points with Dean.

Jack’s full acceptance into the Winchester family became apparent to Sam the day after they returned to the bunker. Sam noticed that Dean had begun calling Jack “kid” and he immediately recognized what that meant. Any lingering doubt Sam may have had disappeared when Dean began teasing Jack about his hair.

Dean said “Hey, kid. You’re getting a little shaggy. Which is ok if you want Wookie hair but…” and then gave Sam a pointed look.

Jack looked at Sam for guidance, unsure of how to respond. Sam just laughed and directed a “jerk” at Dean.

Sam said, “Jack, it’s your hair and you decide how you want it to look.”

After giving it some thought, Jack said, “I guess I don’t want to look like a Wookie. Can I get a haircut?”

Dean volunteered to cut Jack’s hair but Sam just chuckled and shook his head. Sam decided he would make an appointment with the girl who cut his own hair and take Jack into town for his haircut.

The next day, Sam and Jack drove into town. Sandra, Sam’s usual stylist, greeted them with a smile and innocently asked Sam, “And who is this?” referring to Jack.

Giving one of his awkward waves, Jack shyly said, “I’m Jack.”

Sam was taken aback because he hadn’t thoroughly thought this thing through. Of course, Sandra knew Sam and would be curious about Jack. By that time, Jack was nervously staring at the floor. And Sam was hit by the realization that that this was Jack’s first haircut and it was a big deal for him.

Not giving himself time to think, Sam blurted out, “He’s my son.” When he saw the biggest smile he had ever seen on Jack’s face, he knew it was the right thing to say. More than that, he knew it was the truth.

He felt himself smiling just as big when Jack answered, “Yes, that’s my Dad.”

He might not have been prepared to be a parent. But at that moment, if anyone had asked Sam Winchester if he was happy to be a father, his answer would be a resounding “Yes!”

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chipper9906 · 3 years

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Bound To You - Chapter 10: Secret In Plain Sight

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 15

NOTE: Pairings and Ratings Will Change As Story Is Updated

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester

Rating: General Audiences

Chapter Word Count: 6,616

Overall Word Count: 77,283

Status: Multi Chapter Fic - In Progress (10/?)

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They very nearly end up running Sam over as they clash in the bend of the hallway, Sam having shot up and raced towards Eileen’s shouts the second he heard them.

“What’s going on?” Sam demands, frantic eyes darting between Eileen and Dean.

“Ask her,” Dean replies, jabbing a thumb behind him towards Eileen. “Your girlfriend started banging on my door at ass o’clock in the morning and took me for a joyride…”

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Eileen had been at it for hours now. Having long since given up combing over research in the library, she had retreated to Sam’s their bedroom, bringing with her a few relevant looking books and documents to read over in comfort. There’s only so long you can spend in those hard wooden chairs before your back starts screaming at you…

Sam was still diligently focused on their research, only giving her a small shake of his head when she had asked him if he wanted to take a break, focused solely on the book in front of him. She had been planning to take a break herself – perhaps even catch a few winks of sleep – but seeing Sam so devoted to finding an answer… she knew she’d just feel like crap if she left him to do all the research himself.

Dean had practically disappeared to his bedroom shortly after the red-haired witch had left. Not that she can blame him. She knew how much both her and Sam liked to tease Dean about his whole thing with Cas and – truth be told – she’s not one hundred percent sure that him and Cas are even a thing yet; it’s not like Dean is the kind of guy to talk openly about his relationships. Still, even without Cas being in a physical form, without the usual shy glances and timid touches she caught between them in private moments… she could still see how much Dean cared for Cas. How much he means to him, how much… well, how much he loves him. Even if Dean doesn’t quite realize it himself -or, as she hopes it to be – knows but doesn’t like talking to them about it.

Finding out that your best friend has a literal death timer hanging over his head, and with what seems like every solution being a dead-end… she’s not surprised Dean had slinked off to be alone for a while.

Well… probably not alone, but within company of the only person he wants to be around right now.

And so now… now they’re left with this impossible-seeming task that they somehow have to do within a time limit of anywhere between a month to only a few weeks. And the crazy thing is how desperate she feels to find a way to save Cas, too. It’s crazy, because… well, she hasn’t known Cas for all that long. A few brief encounters with the angel here and there, in the occasional times that he dropped by in the bunker. Yet, despite that brief time… she’s come to care for the angel. Maybe it’s the brother's love for him that rubbed off on her, maybe it’s seeing Sam and Dean work themselves into a grave to find a solution; maybe it’s something as simple as Cas being a good guy, and she likes him. Either way, she’s found herself situated in this odd, dependent, multi-species family, and she’s going to do all she can to keep this family together.

The book in her lap felt like it was getting heavier and heavier, likely branding her skin with it’s raised gold letters as the minutes ticked by with the heavy block of paper sat atop legs. It wasn’t the only thing that was getting heavier; her eyelids had been fighting her resolve to stay awake for a few hours now, finding it harder and harder to fight gravity as her body shouts its protests.

“Alright,” She grunts, closing the book hard enough that it made an audible ‘thud’, tapping her fingers along the hard cloth cover. “Guess I’m doing this…”

Praying was… not too common of a thing for her. Having been raised in the hunter life ever since she can remember, fueled by the reminder of her parent’s and the creature that killed them – and had left her unable to hear - the thought of there being a God out there seemed unbelievable. Ridiculous, even. How could a God leave the Earth in such a state? How could a God let his creation be tainted by such vicious creatures, hunting down his children in the night, a stain on the beautiful world he had created? Of course, now she knows that God got a kick out of that kind of stuff…

Things are different now, though. God is gone. No, not gone – replaced. Replaced by the son of Lucifer - no, no that’s not right. She knows Jack is more than that. She knows from Sam’s sad, soft smiles when he talks of him, of the pained sheen in Dean’s eyes at any mention of Jack that he was more than just his genetics. Jack is… Jack is their kid. There was no other way to describe him, really. It didn’t matter that they weren’t of the same blood, or even entirely of the same species. The Winchesters had taken him into their home, had raised him, taught him what it’s like to be human.

Made him a Winchester.

“Hey, um… God. Or is it still Jack? I’m not sure what you prefer…” Eileen begins, unsure whether she should have her hands clasped together in prayer for this to work. She does it anyway, just to be on the safe side. “I, uh…. I never actually got to meet you. I was dead when you were born… then you were dead when I was brought back, then I left when you were brought back… we uh, kind of kept missing each other.”

Eileen couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly at that. Or was it more of a nervous laughter? She couldn’t quite tell… “I know that we don’t really know each other, but… I think it’s safe to say we have shared friends… family, even. I don’t know how much you know of what’s going on – I mean, I know God is supposed to know all but considering Chuck needed my eyes to see what was happening in the bunker, maybe not? It’s… I don’t know how it works, if you’re keeping an eye on us down here or you’re busy doing other stuff, but…”

Eileen sighs, closing her eyes and resting her head against her clasped hands. “Things aren’t looking good, Jack. And I know there’s probably no point to this seeing as Sam, Dean and Cas must have prayed to you a billion times already, but… I thought I’d give it a shot anyway. Cas, uh… Cas isn’t doing too good. He doesn’t have much time left, and… it feels like he could go at any second. I know from all the stories Sam’s told me that you and Cas… you were pretty much a mini him. Both of you always trying to do your best… just wanting to be good. And I know that Cas, he… he always had your back. Even before you were born, even in the times… the times that Dean and Sam were unsure… I guess what I’m trying to say is… Cas needs your help. It just feels like after everything, isn’t this something we deserve? Something Cas deserves? After all these years, all they want is some sense of normality. As close as you can get to it in this life, anyway… And I know you were only three or something, but… I think we could both see how much Cas and Dean mean to each other. Losing Cas… yeah, it would hurt big time for me and Sam. Losing a friend for me, losing a best friend for Sam… but if Dean has to lose Cas? Again? I just… I don’t want to think about what that’s going to be like. I know he’s trying to stay strong in the face of everything, including dealing with his injury… but I think having Cas here with him has been what’s keeping him going.”

Eileen pulled her head away from her hands, tilting her head up to the burning bright glow of the ceiling light, closing her eyes to shield them from the piercing light. “Listen, I can’t even begin to try and understand what it must be like to be God. All that responsibility, all that power you suddenly have to handle… It must be overwhelming. You’re trying your best, I know that. Sam’s said about how you weren’t going to be involved anymore, but… we’re running out of options here Jack, and I… I can’t see how you’d happily sit back and watch Cas die; let him go back to the Empty to suffer for eternity. You might be God, but you’re still part human. You still care for Cas, I know it. So please. Please, just… help us. Help Cas. Do something.”

She peels her eyes open as the second tick by in silence, tilting her head back down and glancing around the empty room. Empty. Not a God-child in sight. She hadn’t truly been expecting for anything to happen, yet it still felt like a punch to the gut. It would be too easy for them, wouldn’t it? A tap of the fingers from Jack and all their problems would just disappear…

Above her, the light on the ceiling flickers. One single flicker, a split second where the bulb dims before returning to its full brightness. Eileen pulls herself out of bed with a tired sigh and a grumble of: “Damn old bunker…” The bulb flickers again, and again, and Eileen reaches up on her tiptoes to tap at the old glass bulb. The flickering stops the second her fingers come into contact with it, and she remains there for a few moments, waiting to see if it would flicker once more.

Satisfied she had solved the problem for the time being, she turns back around to climb back into bed, ready to call it a night. Her gaze drops down to a single piece of paper sat upon the floor, that she must have kicked off the bed as she stood up to fix the bulb. She plucks it up from the ground, recognizing it as the file of the angel experiment, the one that Sam and Dean’s grandfather had a part to play in…

Eileen drops back down into her bed with paper still in hand, eyes scanning curiously over the thick document. There was still something so strange to her about this document. Perhaps it was a bit odd to get so caught up on the thickness level of a piece of paper, but something about it was just… calling to her. Begging for her attention. She leans back against the headboard of the bed, holding the paper in front of her as her gaze drifts across the neatly printed words.

Her gaze freezes in place as she lifts the paper up, blocking the light of the ceiling. As the light shone through the thick paper, she could see… words. Blurred, tiny words… that were hidden behind the words on the front of the page.

“Oh my God…” She mumbles, scrambling up to her feet. She holds the piece of paper closer to the light, shifting the angle of the paper to see more and more blurred words stretching out across the width of the page.

There was something inside the page.

Eileen rushes to her duffle bag, throwing the zip open and searching through its contents until she found the swiss army knife she keeps tucked away. She flicks the small blade open, making a small incision into the side of the thick paper, carefully sawing across the side until it had been fully opened. Sure enough, when she shakes the thick piece of paper over the bed, another piece of paper falls out. This paper was much thinner than the other, only slightly smaller, and filled with writing almost too small to see.

She brings the paper as close to her face as she can without her eyes losing focus, squinting harshly as she tries to make out the tiny text. She scans across the passages as fast as she can, trying to get somewhat of an understanding of what this extra, seemingly hidden addition to the original file could be.

“This is…” She whispers to herself, eyes slowly widening as she realizes what she’s holding.

Within seconds she’s racing out of their room, not feeling the slightest bit guilty for banging against Dean’s door and waking him as she went. “DEAN! SAM! I FOUND SOMETHING!”

* * *

Dean shot awake with a strangled gasp, the last dregs of sleep clinging on tight as he blearily looks around the darkened room. His body is directing him over to his wheelchair before he can fully process it, not entirely sure if the shouts he heard from Eileen were because of something good, or of some sort of trouble within the bunker.

‘What the - - you hear what she said, Cas?’

‘I’m still rather disorientated from the sudden awakening, but… it almost sounded like she said she found something?’

Dean grunted in response, Cas's answer aligning with what he thought he’d heard himself.

Eileen was still banging incessantly against his door, the sound way too long considering he had been fast asleep about thirty seconds ago. Dean drops into his wheelchair with a pained grunt, pushing himself towards the door with half-closed eyes.

“What are you-,”

“We need to get Sam,” Eileen cuts him off the second he gets the door open, rushing around behind him and grabbing hold of the wheelchair's handles. Dean startles awake just a little bit more at the sudden push behind him, hanging onto his wheelchair for grip as Eileen races towards the library.

They very nearly end up running Sam over as they clash in the bend of the hallway, Sam having shot up and raced towards Eileen’s shouts the second he heard them.

“What’s going on?” Sam demands, frantic eyes darting between Eileen and Dean.

“Ask her,” Dean replies, jabbing a thumb behind him towards Eileen. “Your girlfriend started banging on my door at ass o’clock in the morning and took me for a joyride…”

“I think I’ve found something,” Eileen pants, gesturing with her head for Sam to follow as she continues towards the library.

“You found something? What, like, something that will help Cas?” Sam asks, jogging behind Eileen as they burst into the library.

“I think so, yeah,” Eileen answers, parking Dean in front of the table before pulling the folded piece of paper out of her back pocket. “You remember that file on the angel experiment? The exorcism one with the explosives?”

“Not gonna forget it…” Dean mumbles under his breath.

“Something about that file just felt weird to me. Just now, I held the paper up the light, and I could see there was something inside the paper! It was like a secret compartment or something!” Eileen waves the paper at them. “I cut it open and this was inside it!”

Eileen shoves the piece of paper into Sam’s hands, who still looked a tad bit disorientated about the sudden change of events. “Go ahead, read it!”

Sam’s head snapped towards his older brother, taking in the smallest glimmer of hope that sat behind his eyes. Sam quickly shuffled over to the table, unfolding the piece of paper and flattening out the creases as much as he could, the two of them leaning over the file as they tried to read the small writing.

‘I imagine this will get me into heaps of trouble if I was to ever be caught… but to be frank, I do not give much of a damn.

When Sinclair came to me with his proposition… I couldn’t turn it down. They’ve barely trusted me with much more than maid’s work around the bunker, so to be offered a chance to take part in an official experiment; How could I say no?

Of course, I should have started asking questions when Sinclair avoided giving me any details on the nature of the experiment… I thought we were going to be doing a good thing. That we would rid that man of the angelic parasite attached to him.

Instead… we blew an innocent man into pieces. We took away his chance of life. We took him away from his family, people who loved and would miss him… All in the name of so-called ‘necessary research’. Sinclair didn’t even seem to care. The only reason for his frustration being that the experiment failed, that he was wrong on a subject, not that we had killed someone. Which we did. We killed that man, and the Men of Letters didn’t even blink an eye.

I tried to move past it. Told myself that these were the kind of things I would have to deal with in this institution. Except… I’ve been unable to get it out of my head. The moment Sinclair pressed that button… the sight of that man reduced to chunks has been haunting my dreams. And the smell… my god, the smell… A mix of burning flesh and raw, bloody meat… makes me heave just thinking of it.

I did not know who to confide in, if anyone. They would likely tell me to man up and get over myself. I may even risk being kicked out - if that’s even an option… So, I have kept my worries to myself. I harbored all the guilt, all the blame for that man’s death until I could no more.

I told myself I would find a way to fix this. I would bring that man back, give him back the life he deserved to live. I know it was foolish of me to assign myself this task, that too many things could have gone wrong… And yet, I did it anyway.

I had to hire the help of a witch to aid me in this endeavor… perhaps the worst part of this whole thing. Dealing with someone who so willingly delves into such arts felt as if I was poisoning myself, but it was a necessity. Her name was Annika Whitmore. Still a young thing, not the old hagged witches you typically see portrayed in the fairytales. She was perfectly respectful I suppose; well mannered and eager to help. And I suppose, and the end of everything… she’s found me something.’

The words tapered off there, reaching the end of the thin piece of paper. Sam and Dean looked to each other in a mixture of shock and disappointment; shocked that there may be a lead after all, but disappointed that this was seemingly all that had been written.

“It ends there?” Sam asks Eileen, turning his head to the side to face her. “That’s it?”

Eileen responds by rolling her eyes at him, grabbing the page by its side and flipping the piece of paper over to reveal another page of writing.

“Oh…” Sam’s face flushes, awkwardly clearing his throat and giving his brother a disgraced glance out of the corner of his eye before continuing to read the passage.

‘The spell is, thankfully, fairly simple to perform. A few common ingredients along with some that are… more difficult to come by. Thankfully, I already have possession of such ingredients. Then, it is simply a matter of speaking the correct incantation. Or, so I’ve been told. I suppose I will not know until I perform the ritual. I am fully aware that what I am doing is, unquestionably, the wrong move to make. Logically, and for the safety of myself and my peers, I should not be doing this. However, it is morally what’s right, and as such, I will be unable to rest peacefully until I’ve at least attempted the spell.

Who knows? Maybe this will work. Or, if the space under this is left empty… it went horribly, horribly wrong…

Update: It has been three weeks since I last left an update. In that time, I have collected all the ingredients necessary for the spell, and perfected the incantations and sigils required.

One such ingredient I was told was required was the angel’s grace. Sneaking that out from under Sinclair’s nose was certainly no easy task. And I imagine finding an excuse as to where it disappeared to will be an even greater challenge…

After all my efforts… I was finally able to undertake the ritual to bring this man back to the world of the living.

I do not have the words for it, really. Other than… it did not go as I had hoped. For a moment… I thought it had. The body was there. Laying atop the Enochian sigil, as naked as the day he had been born. But… there was nothing. He was alive, yes. But those eyes… those dead eyes… He was alive, but he wasn’t truly alive. Nothing more than a shell, a failed recreation of the man he once was. I do not know why I overlooked such a thing… of course the body would be empty; his soul would still remain to whichever plane of existence it had been reaped to.

This, however… this was different. I’ve read the encounters the Men of Letters have had with soulless bodies. They were… well, I wouldn’t say themselves, but there was still a hint of the person they once were there, just… with their humanity gone. Their sense of good and evil, of doing what’s best for others, not solely for themselves.

What came back? It had no semblance to the man he once was. Nothing but… an empty copy. No emotions, no sense of awareness. When I looked to him, he stared straight past me.

I have not told my superiors of this experiment. And they have no need to know. For the creature I have created… I decided the best course of action would be to put it out of its misery. To live like that – if you can even call it that – is not a life worth living. There wasn’t even a hint of fear in its eyes when I leveled the revolver to its face. In fact… I would almost say there was a thankfulness there.

I have left the spell below. My hope is that someday… someone worthy will find it. Someone who can expand upon the work I have done, to find an answer… or, at the very least, find an answer to Sinclair’s previous experiment so that this one never needs to be performed again.

I do not know what else to write on this other than… I tried, Sir. I tried to bring you back to your family. I hope you are at peace, wherever it is that you are.

I’m sorry.’

“This is it…” Dean breathes out in his shock. “This is… it’s what we were looking for, isn’t it? Recreating the vessel so it’s able to sustain life, but not need a soul?”

Dean reaches out to pull the paper closer, timidly pulling it towards him in the fear the eighty-year-old paper would crumble apart under his fingertips.

“I can’t believe it…” Sam says, turning wide, stunned eyes over to Eileen, his face breaking out into an ecstatic grin – one that she happily returns. “Eileen, you – you did it!”

Eileen chuckles warmly when Sam practically envelops her into a bone-crushing hug, disappearing underneath layers of flannel. “I lucked out, is all.”

“Doesn’t matter if it was luck,” Dean tells her once she unpeels herself from Sam. “It was you that found it. Without you… We would never have found this. And if we did… it’d probably be when it’s too late.”

‘Cas, this is…’

‘I know.’

This ‘I know’ was different from the one last night. Castiel’s voice in his mind was different now. One of cautious hope, rather than acceptance and surrender. There was going to be so many questions on the legitimacy of this spell, and whether it’d actually work, but… right now, it felt like an answer. It felt like safety.

It felt like Cas was saved.

“I think we’ve got more of the main ingredients in the supplies, too,” Sam picks up the piece of paper to double-check, eyes scanning across the actual spell. “Yeah! Most of these we can gather up from – oh…”

Dean’s head shot up at his little brothers disheartened sounding ‘oh’, glancing nervously back and forth between Sam and the paper he held. “What do you mean ‘oh?’ What’s wrong?”

“Say’s here that one of the main ingredients to the spell is… the angel's grace. Pretty much a third of what the spell relies on.”

‘ Makes sense…’

‘It does?’

‘Every vessel we possess leaves… I suppose you could call it a mark. An imprint on our grace. That connection between grace and vessel is likely what gives the spell most of its power.’

Dean conveys this information over to Sam and Eileen, who only appear more worried at the news. Sam sighs, scratching at the stubble growing across his cheeks. “With the experiment Sinclair used… he extracted nearly all of the angel's grace. Grandpa then used that grace for the spell. That was nearly the angel’s entire amount of grace, but with Cas…?”

“He’s already running on fumes…” Dean mumbles in realization. “So, what – it won’t work?”

“I don’t know,” Sam answers honestly. “Grandpa didn’t note how much of the grace he used – or how much was required.”

“Any chance we can track down the witch?” Eileen asks. “Maybe she’d be willing to help?”

Sam hurried back over to his seat, dropping the paper onto the table and pulling his discarded laptop closer before opening its lid. His fingers tap across the keys, eyes darting across the screen once he hits enter. Immediately, his face drops at what he reads, leaning back against his chair and wiping a hand across his mouth. “No good… she was labeled as ‘missing’ back in fifty-seven… by the Government, anyway. But according to the Men of Letters files-,” Sam turned the laptop around, showing Eileen and Dean an old, grainy, black and white photo of a pile of ash. “-She is officially dead. Taken out by their hunters…”

Dean sighed in frustration, placing his elbow on the library table and leaning his forehead against his knuckles. “Of course… guess we’ve gotta do this all on our own…”

“Don’t do that just yet,” Sam warned, slamming the laptop closed and picking the spell back up from the table. “The spell might work still. We just need two other ingredients…”

“What…” Dean groaned as his brother trailed off.

“Uh… apparently… we need something of importance to the angel that was possessing the vessel…”

All three glanced at one another, waiting for someone to throw in a suggestion of what that could be.

“…we could use Dean?” Eileen offers, half-joking, half being dead serious. “Unless… does this ‘something’ need to be sacrificed, or…?”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case…” Dean mumbles.

‘Dean… don’t you dare-,’

“Not a sacrifice,” Sam tells them, lips quirked up in a half-smile at Eileen’s suggestion. “It’s placed within the Enochian sigil, not with the rest of the ingredients. Plus, the spell does say an ‘item’ of importance, so… I’m assuming it can’t be alive.”

“Okay… what’s the other thing we need?” Eileen asks.

“This one I’m… not too sure about,” Sam says, crossing his arms as he holds the paper out, re-reading the spell. “We need a vial of blood from a relative of the vessel. I don’t really know who we can-,”

The answer comes to Sam, Dean, and Cas all at the same time, the two brothers locking eyes as the name falls from their lips.

“Claire.”

“Uh… who?” Eileen asks, waiting for the brothers to expand on this apparent revelation.

“Claire!” Sam repeats, like that provided any semblance of an answer. “She, uh, she’s Jimmy Novak’s daughter; Cas’s vessel's daughter… She’s… she’s the only one of his family left alive…”

“Do you know her?” Eileen asks.

“You could say that…”

“She hired some people to kill me once,” Dean adds with a strained smile. “To be fair – I totally deserved it at the time. She totally loves me now, though.”

‘That might be an exaggeration…’

‘Hey – if she’s your kid, she’s my kid too. We’re co-parenting Jack, you can’t take Claire away from me, too.’

“And… how does she feel about Cas?” Eileen asked gingerly, glancing down to Dean. “Since Cas did take her father’s body and all…”

“It, uh… wasn’t smooth sailing for them two at first,” Dean answers for Cas. “Claire was pretty bitter for a while; Dad taken by an angel, left in the care of the foster system by her mom… yeah, the reunion wasn’t too great.”

“And now?”

“I’d say she’s damn fond of the guy,” Dean says. “Doubt she’d ever admit it, but…”

‘Huh,’ Eileen thought, ‘Who does that remind me of…’

“So, you think she would help?” Eileen asks.

“I don’t see why not,” Sam says with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s just a vial of blood, nothing life-threatening or altering. Up to her of course, but… doubt she’d say no.”

“Guess that means we’re making a surprise visit to Sherriff Mills,” Dean says cheerfully, already picturing the mouth-watering homemade meal that would be waiting.

“Doesn’t have to be a surprise visit, you know,” Sam scolds him. “You could not be an asshole and call ahead?

Dean makes a ‘pfft’ sound in response, waving off his brother’s good manners. “Where’s the fun in that? I wanna see the surprise on her face when we show up unannounced at their doorstep – with me in a wheelchair! Gotta get some kind of amusement out of my disability, Sammy.”

“First of all: you’re a jerk.”

“Bitch-,”

“Second of all-,” Sam continues sternly. “-We’ve still got the second ingredient to figure out, remember? What the hell are we gonna use that’s ‘of importance’ to Cas?”

* * *

‘ Why do you have no possessions, Cas?’

Dean wheels himself down the bunker hallways as he asks Cas this, eyes scanning across the golden numbers glued on the wooden doors as he went.

‘I rarely have use for them. The few I had which I would deem ‘of importance’ were on me at the time of my death. Along with myself… they were destroyed.’

‘What’d you have on you?’

‘Not much: The clothes on my back, my angel blade tucked within my sleeve. And your mixtape.’

Dean stopped pushing the wheels of his chair at that. ‘You… you kept that on you?’

‘Of course. It served as a reminder that, in those eight years we had known each other, you still cared enough to put your effort into creating something of importance for me. Something that allowed you to share your love of music with me. Despite all I had done… you still cared.’

‘And you needed to be reminded of that?’

‘…yes?’

‘Either I was the crappiest friend in the world, Cas, or you were a blind dumbass.’

‘I’m leaning towards it being both.’

‘You know what? You’re probably right.’

‘I am sorry for that, you know.’

‘For what? Being right? Or being a dumbass?’

Dean grinned at the scowl Cas sent in his head. ‘Neither… I meant that… I’m sorry for losing your mixtape. You spent your time on making that, and now-,’

‘Pretty sure it would have ruined the moment if you whipped out my mixtape and threw it at me to save it while you were dying, Cas. Besides, now I get to make you a new one. Perhaps an extended version, top twenty maybe?’

‘Why do I get the feeling you’re eventually going to make a ‘top tracks’ cassette tape that has ALL of Led Zeppelin’s songs on it?’

‘Well, it’d be accurate, since they’re all the best of the best.’

‘Do you think you’ll ever expand your music tastes?’

‘Cas, what I’m about to tell you, I’m only telling you because I love you: I still listen to Taylor Swift on occasion. I sneak it in every now and then when I’ve got my headphones on cleaning Baby. Don’t tell Sam.’

‘You… you listen to-,’

Dean blocks off what’s likely to be a multitude of questions from Cas on his little musical secret, coming to a stop in front of Castiel’s room. If it can even be called that… it was a rarity for Castiel to use the room. Which, to be fair, is understandable when Dean considers the fact that Cas is an angel and, as such, does not require sleep. Still… it always hurt to walk past the room when the door was left open, seeing the bed bare and the room empty of any… Casness (was that a word? He’s pretty sure it’s not a word).

And yet, as Dean reached for the handle of the door, his finger stilled. The door had been kept shut for a reason. After… after what happened, he had never intended to open this door again. No matter what, it was Cas’s room, and nothing would ever replace it.

‘Are you okay, Dean?’

‘Yeah… yeah, I just… it’s stupid. Feels weird going in your room. I know you’re not technically dead anymore, but…’

‘Would it help if I said I give you my permission?’

Dean snorted quietly, shaking his head as he readies himself. ‘Not really, but I’m going in anyway.’

The door swings open into the room, revealing its gray, empty walls and lonesome looking bed up against the wall. Practically every room was a copy of the others in the bunker, not truly theirs until they set up their own little customizations. Which is why he was always kinda bummed that Cas didn’t bother with that stuff. It made him feel like Cas didn’t want the room, that… he didn’t consider the bunker his home.

‘That’s because it’s not.’

‘Huh? Ah, crap – was I directing stuff at you again?’

‘Yes, you were. And as I was saying, the bunker isn’t my home.’

‘Oh… uh, so what – is Heaven still your home?’

‘No. After all that’s happened… I don’t consider ‘home’ a place. To me… home is wherever you are.’

‘You gonna pull out these cheesy lines on me more now we’re a thing?’

‘I didn’t know it was considered cheesy. I’m just speaking my mind. Also – we’re a ‘thing?’

‘Yeah, I don’t like putting labels on shit. Calling us boyfriends feels weird. Saying we’re ‘partner’s feels just as weird.’

‘And you think calling us ‘a thing’ is better?’

‘You got any better suggestions?’

‘I suppose not. We’re just… ‘us.’

Dean wheeled himself further into Cas’s room, pushing the door closed behind him as he made his way to the middle of the room. He hadn’t actually been in Cas’s room all that often… mostly it was Cas who would come to visit him in his room. Otherwise, he usually finds Cas in the kitchen, in the library, or in the man cave – by which Dean means he drags Cas in there to liven up his life with whatever movie Dean had picked for that night.

‘Damn… you really didn’t have much, did you?’

‘I don’t have much need for material possessions. I told you this already.’

Which… was quite the problem. Spells don’t typically contain ingredients that are ‘optional’; this wasn’t some typical recipe found in a middle-aged woman’s pretentious cookbook – this was complicated and often risky magic that’s capable of doing what most deem impossible.

They needed to find something, otherwise…

This spell was worthless.

Dean wheels himself over to the single mahogany closet tucked away in the corner of Cas’s room, huffing to himself in his frustration as he grabs hold of the handles to the doors. “There’s gotta be something in here of yours Cas, I can’t believe there’s nothing of-,’

His words get caught in his throat as he swings the doors open, staring bug-eyed into the interior of the closet. Even Cas seemed to have been shocked into silence in his head.

It was… it was impossible.

Dean reaches out a shaky hand, half expecting his hand to feel air instead of the sole piece of clothing hanging in the otherwise empty closet. Instead, his fingers brush against the oh too familiar scratchy material of its sleeve, his eyes beginning to burn with unexpected tears as he takes in the beige colors.

It was Cas’s trench coat.

‘How is this… did you have an extra one of these or something, Cas?’

‘No… just this one.’

‘So… this isn’t a hallucination? Or some kind of trick?’

‘If it is, it’s a VERY good copy. I can feel it’s mine…’

Dean reached up as far as he could, straining as he tugged the coat’s hanger off the closet’s bar. He slid the hanger out of the coat, tossing it back into the closet, keeping his eyes focused solely on the trench coat in his hands. His fingers scrunch tightly into the trench coat, bringing it up to his chest and leaning his head down into it. The tears burning in his eyes almost spill over when he realizes he can smell Cas ingrained into the trench coat. The same scent he had picked up from Cas’s grace in his dreams: that otherworldly, unrecognizable smell mixed with smells that make him feel at home; a lingering soapy cleanness, fresh air blowing through a pine forest; a flowery, subtle smell that’s kinda sweet, sort of like… like honey.

This was stupid of him, he knew that. Cas was alive. But… having something physical of his angel’s held in his grasp for the first time since he was taken from him… it almost felt like getting to see Cas again – not just listening to his voice inside his head. Something real, something that would always be associated with Cas, back with him.

‘I can’t wait to see you, too. Not just in reflections, or in your dreams… to be able to truly hold you, to feel you, to kiss you in MY body.’

‘You better stick to that promise.’

‘I fully intend to.’

‘I’m just… I’m a little worried as to how this is ever here… You said it was destroyed?’

‘It was.’

‘So… how’s it here?’

‘I wish I could tell you, Dean.’

‘Can you sense anything on it? Some type of monster gunk? Some mojo maybe?’

‘No. There’s nothing. I can sense my presence on it, but that’s it.’

‘Okay… okay, so, for some reason, someone or something has found a way to recreate your trench-coat and just place it back into the closet of your room, in the bunker – the safest place we know – and left it there for us to find in the most convenient moment?’

‘It appears so, yes.’

‘Huh. Sweet.’

Dean pats down the pockets to Cas’s trench coat, unable to feel the hard shape of Cas’s angel blade hidden away in the sleeves or the pockets. ‘Damn, seems whatever brought back your coat didn’t bring back your other stuff either. Sorry, Cas.’

‘I consider it a lucky break to even have my coat… At least, I’m assuming it’s a lucky break…’

‘Hey, weird stuff happens to us all the time. If you can’t sense anything evil within the coat – which I’m sort of just guessing there isn’t since you’d probably have said something before I buried my face in it – then I don’t see why this should be a bad thing.’

‘I suppose that’s true… I still want to know who is responsible for it, though.’

‘Trust me, we’re in the same boat on that one, Cas. And we will find out. After we get you back into your body.’

And just like that, the light at the end of the tunnel began to flicker back into sight.

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Sympathy for the Devil: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,195

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: first episode of season 5! let me know what you think!

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This is it. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. It didn’t matter who started what or what they did, what’s done is done. Now, it was up to you to try and fix it.

“Come on!” Dean yells.

He takes yours and Sam’s hands and pulls you away from the shining sigil. You turn away from the center of the room to escape this inevitable trap. However, as soon as you reach the door, it slams shut and locks. Both brothers reach for the door, but you gently push them out of the way to do it yourself.

“Let me!” you exclaim and get in front of them.

Your hands start to glow bright blue, and you place them on the door so that your magic can work through the kinks to get it unlocked. The rooms starts to get brighter, and you try to work harder to get out. If not, then the light will become too bright to focus on anything. Lucifer is coming whether you like it or not, and you’d rather be out of the room before he makes his appearance.

As the light gets brighter, a high-pitched noise starts ringing. It starts off barely audible before kicking up a few notches. The noise reminds you of when angels talk since it’s getting to be unbearable to listen to. You want to continue to open the door, but it’s too loud and bright to focus on it. You take your hands away from the door and place them over your ears. You close your eyes tightly as if that’ll block out the bright light.

Suddenly, things happen so fast, you don’t know what’s going on. One minute it’s bright and loud, the next it’s dark and quiet. You open your eyes only to see you’re on a plane. It’s full of people who don’t seem to notice that there are three extra people on board with them. You don’t know how you got here or what happened, but you’re thanking whoever for doing so. You’re sitting by the window with Sam next to you and Dean on the aisle seat.

“What the fuck just happened?” you ask in confusion.

“I don’t know,” Sam shrugs.

“Folks,” the pilot says over the intercom, “quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then to Ellicott City where we’ll make our initial descent into Baltimore—”

“Ilchester? Weren't we just there?” the older brother spoke over him.

“—so, if you’d like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—holy shit!”

The plane is knocked off course as a column of light shot into the sky. You look out the window to see the church you three were just in. The light shines brightly from it, and you have a feeling it’s all because Lucifer is finally free from his cage. The stewardess walking down the aisle is knocked to her feet, and that’s when people start to panic. The plane jerks to the right, and the oxygen masks shoot down from the ceiling.

You don’t even have to think about this next part because you’re the only one who can save everyone on board. Your hands shoot out on both sides of you, and your eyes turn bright blue. A forcefield ejects from your palms and circles around the plane. It’s enough to protect it and everyone inside just in case the plane crashes. You may not have been able to take care of Lucifer, but you can save everyone on board.

You’re really not in the mood to have people dying on you.

Before the plane even touched the ground, the pilot was able to get it back on track. You let him take care of the rest of the flight, and because you didn’t have any mode of transportation, you took care of finding something that will take you back to the last place you were at before the big fight.

Finding a car was easy, hotwiring it was even easier, but now that you got some silence, it wasn’t easy to process what the hell just happened. Sam trusted a demon, he let her manipulate him, he killed Lilith, and Lucifer escaped his cage. You don’t know how your dad, Castiel, or even Chuck are doing, so the only thing you can do is pray for the best.

“Governor O'Malley urges it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown,” a radio personality says.

“Change the station, please,” you whisper quietly from the back.

Sam happily reaches to the radio to switch the station. However, every station that he stops on, they all are talking about the same thing. The church is all that everyone can talk about. He finally turns the radio off completely, which leaves the underlying question of what started this all.

“Guys look—”

“Don’t say anything,” the older brother interrupts the younger one. “It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, alright?”

“Yeah, okay,” Sam sighs.

“First things first, how did we end up on that plane?” you ask.

“Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?” Sam theorizes.

“It doesn’t matter because t's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas,” Dean sighs.

“I hope they’re alright,” you whisper to yourself as your mind fills with concerned thoughts of the angel and the prophet.

The last place you three were at is Chuck’s house, so it’s the logical reason that you would look there first. Even before getting to the house, you knew that what you would find wouldn’t be good. As soon as Dean pulls up to his house, your fears are confirmed. The outside looks fine, but one of the windows has its curtains drawn. The place just looks like a wasteland from what you can see.

You don’t wait for Dean to stop the car before you’re exiting it. You run up the steps and yank open the front door. All the furniture is turned over or broken, there are multiple holes in the wall, the TV is burnt to a crisp, and papers are scattered across the floor. The brothers manage to catch up to you, and they slow down when they realize the state the house is in.

There is no sign of Castiel or Chuck.

You take a few steps towards the kitchen when you hear a quiet noise. It’s the noise one would make if they’re trying not to be caught. If anyone was in this house, you want to be the one who has the upper hand. You have to be quiet if you’re going to scare them away. The next step you take hits a creaky board, and that sounds like it’s coming from a loudspeaker. Whoever is in this house took it as a sign to start attacking.

The person jumps out from their spot and swings something at your head. Instincts took over, and you use your magic to deflect the attack. The item goes flying through the air, only to stick on the wall. Who would use a toilet plunger as a weapon? You look at the intruder, and instead of feeling scared or panicked, you’re relieved to see such a familiar face.

“Y/N, Sam, Dean?” Chuck asks in shock. “So, you’re okay?”

“Why wouldn’t we be okay?” you chuckle nervously.

“My last vision made me think that,” he directs his next sentence to the tallest man, “you went, like full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty, and your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black.”

“Your eyes were black?” Dean asks Sam accusingly.

“I didn’t know,” Sam sighs after a moment of silence.

“Where’s Castiel?”

“He's dead or gone. The archangel smote the shit out of him. I'm sorry,” Chuck informs.

The thought of Castiel dying to protect you and the brothers is enough to bring down your spirits. He shouldn’t have suffered for someone like you.

“You're sure? I mean maybe he just vanished into the light or something,” you try to have hope.

“Oh, no. He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup,” the prophet shudders.

“You got a—”

Sam points to his own left ear to indicate that Chuck had something in the same exact spot. He reaches up to feel around for the foreign object until his fingers brushed over it. He pulls the item away from his head to see what it is. When he realizes what it is, his face goes a little green.

“Oh. Oh, god. Is that a molar? Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day.”

“Cas, you stupid bastard,” Dean mutters.

“Stupid? He was trying to help us,” you say.

“Yeah, exactly,” he scoffs.

“So, what now?” Sam asks.

If angels put you on the plane, that means they know where you are. They know Sam killed Lilith and raised Lucifer, they know all about Castiel and Raphael protecting Chuck, so they must know about you and Dean. You made a deal that you’d play your parts, so now that Lucifer’s free, they will be coming after you. If you’re going to survive an army of them, then having the sigil that casts away angels might come in handy.

You rush into the kitchen to retrieve a knife since the sigil has to be made with human blood. Without giving an explanation, you start to carve your hand to use your blood. Your magic will help make the pain go away and make this whole process much easier.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dean asks.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing some angels. I think it’s best if we have one of those banishing sigils, don’t you think?” you explain.

You use the blood from your hand to create the sigil on the sliding door that separated the living room and the kitchen. You had to make a few more cuts to get more blood, but you were done with the sigil soon enough. After discarding the knife, you slid the door out of sight so that the angels won’t know it’s there upon first arriving.

“Oh shit,” Chuck flinches.

“What is it?”

“I can feel them.”

“Thought we'd find you three here,” Zachariah says from behind you. You turn to see him and two other angels with him. “Playtime's over, Dean and Y/N. Time to come with us.”

“You just keep your distance, asshole,” you growl.

“You’re upset.”

“Yeah, a little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!” Dean yells.

“Maybe we let it happen. But we didn't start anything,” he points to Sam with a wink, “right, Sammy? You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. So, let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. Because like it or not, it's the Apocalypse, and we're back on the same team again.”

“Is that so?” you inquire and cross your arms.

“You three want to kill the devil. We want you three to kill the devil. It's... synergy.”

“And we’re supposed to just trust you? Hell to the fucking no.”

“This isn't a game, Y/N. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast before he finds his vessel.”

“His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?” Sam asks.

“He is an angel. Them's the rules, and when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, and fiery skies—all of the greatest hits. You three can stop him, but you need our help.”

“You listen to me, you two-faced douche,” Dean glares. He takes a few steps to the angels, but you stop him by putting your arm out in front of his chest. That wouldn’t be a smart move. “After what you did, I don't want jack shit from you!”

“You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?” Zachariah yells. His eyes flit around the room before landing on your bleeding hand. You could have healed yourself easily, but you want him to know just what you’re up to. It’ll make for a more dramatic exit. “You’re bleeding.”

“Oh, yeah. It’s a little insurance policy in case you pricks showed up,” you grin.

You pull on the sliding door, and the sigil is revealed to the angels.

“No!” Zachariah yells and lurches for you.

Before he can come within breathing distance from you, you slap your hand in the middle of the sigil. The angels vanish in a bright light, and you know you’re free for right now. If you’re going to figure out a way to fight the devil, you’ll need something to hide yourself away from the angels.

“I learned that from my friend Castiel, you son of a bitch,” you yell to the sky.

“This sucks ass,” Chuck groans.

Now that you have some room to breathe, it’s time to come up with a game plan—or a plan that involves you not getting killed.

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artemiswinnick · 4 years

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Eli’s Coming

I was tagged in a Songfic challenge by @gemini0410 and @vicmackeybullshxt and given Eli’s Coming by Three Dog Night:

https://open.spotify.com/track/29k9SMi3bZi1lhbGBLcpwI?si=RPbxRxUwTpCuQeVBSeZfvw

This song gave me some hella Supernatural vibes and I had a little blurb lying around in my drafts from years ago, so I decided to edit it and extend it inspired by the song. Please don’t ask me how this fits into canon or anything, because I genuinely have no idea. I think I just felt like Dean really needs a hug, ya know?

Warnings: Explicit language, references to violence, taking the lord’s name in vain and twisting around the Old Testament to suit my fictional needs.

The fire blazed higher and suddenly went out. There was a pitch-dark blackness.

“Is that supposed to happen—?” Sam cut off as the flame rose again, burning quietly now, illuminating two girls. Their vessels were a pair of twins—one in a night dress, the other dressed for a night out on the town. They peered at the brothers and the angel expressionless, the infinity in their eyes in stark contrast to the youth of the bodies they inhabited.

“Aladril? Adriel?” Castiel asked, stepping forward.

“You summoned us, Castiel?” They asked in unison, haloed by soft blue flames.

“Well, that’s creepy...” Dean muttered under his breath.

“We need your help,” Castiel ignored him, addressing the twin angels.

“You know that we cannot help you.” The angel in the clubbing outfit replied.

“You should not have woken us.” Said the other, adjusting her white nightgown grumpily before looking at her sister’s get up. “This is the fashion of the time? Either a sack or a prostitute's corset—?”

“What do you mean you can’t help us?” Dean cut in, uninterested in allowing the angels any time to adjust to their vessels. Castiel tried to hold him back but he shook him off and stepped forward. “No, Cas, what was the point in summoning the Bopsy twins if they’re not even going to—?”

“We went to sleep for a reason.” They said loudly, speaking together again. Now, they both looked irritated as they turned to Castiel.

“We know you don’t believe us,” Said the one in the night gown. “But there’s a war brewing and if we stay it will only strengthen their resolve in continuing.”

Cas shook his head. “That’s what I’m trying to say. Adriel, the war has already started, even with the both of you asleep. We’re… We’re losing. We’re desperate. If you don’t help us, it won’t be only the humans that are wiped out but angels as well. That includes you.”

The twins frowned slightly.

“What?” Aladril’s eyebrows knitted together worriedly even as she tugged at her corset top. “... Seriously, what century are we in? Have corsets come back into fashion—?”

“The demons are working on finding a way into heaven. When they do, they’ll find you there and slaughter you along with the rest of the host.” Castiel squared his shoulders and fixed them both with his gaze. “We need your help.”

“Do you expect us to fight alongside you?” Aladril asked slowly.

“As we did when you were but a fledgling, Castiel?” Adriel raised one eyebrow— it was starting to become easier for Sam and Dean to tell the two apart and it wasn’t just the hilarious outfits. Aladril spoke slowly, her expression calm and patient while her words poured like honey into their ears. Adriel, for as soft as her nightgown looked, had a voice that sang like a knife’s edge, her mouth twisting into a smirk as she watched Castiel blush thinking of their first battles. “You were so cute back then, full of such innocent purity…”

“Listen, as much as we’d love to join you all for a trip down memory lane,” Sam finally lost his patience. “But we have… need of your assistance. We’re planning an offensive on the demons in a week--.”

“Absolutely not,” Aladril shook her head. “We don’t harm humans.”

“But they aren’t humans! They’re demons--!” Dean exclaimed.

“In human vessels, much like these,” Adriel looked down at her current form. “Or have you forgotten that-- Castiel what are these two called?”

“That one’s Dean, and the other is Sam,” He quickly clarified.

“Dean,” Adriel turned the blond man’s name over in her mouth like it was venom on her tongue. “Humans have such stupid names…”

“Right, because Adriel and Aladril for a pair of twins isn’t just as stupid or confusing,” He retorted. The flames around the angel burned brighter suddenly.

“How dare you--”

“Are these the archangels you promised us, Cas? Really? Two girls in high school?” Dean shook his head, enjoying the expression of fury on the celestial being’s face.

“Excuse me?” Adriel’s voice grew dangerously low.

“Adriel-“ Aladril tried to hold her back but her sister was incensed. She stepped out of the circle of flames easily, undeterred by the celestial fire. Dean crossed his arms.

“These two girls have been waging holy war since before you were a twinkle in the Creator’s eye, human,” She spit out. “I could kill you with my bare hands, even in this stupid vessel--”

“Adriel!” Aladril cut her off, “We just told them we don’t harm humans!”

“We could always make an exception for this one,” Adriel muttered, but backed off.

“I- We apologize.” Aladril said, shooting a look at Adriel who crossed her arms. “But, like my sister said, we are very old and with age comes experience. We will not be joining you in battle, Castiel. Isn’t there any other way we can help you?”

“I-- Well… Sam, had a question,” Castiel supplied, his face fallen.

“Go ahead,” Aladril motioned for Sam to step forward.

“Well,” He cleared his throat. “We captured one of the demons recently, interrogated him--.”

“Tortured,” Adriel coughed into her fist, getting looks from everyone around the room. She raised an eyebrow at them all. “Let’s call a spade a spade, gentlemen. Continue.”

“We left him securely tied up, all the right incantations in place but he got loose when we were switching shifts guarding him and… well, he decapitated his own vessel so he’d get sent back down to hell,” Sam finished uncomfortably, feeling the angel’s expressions of judgement settling on him.

“... Alright?” Adriel frowned. “I don’t see what--.”

“He drew runes on the wall in Hebrew before he did that in his own blood,” Sam continued. “It translates to… Eli is coming.”

That got their attention. The twins snapped their focus to the tall man with long dark hair.

“What did you say?” Aladril hissed.

“I said Eli’s coming,” Sam repeated. “The demon wrote that on the wall in his own blood—.”

“Yes, yes that Eli is coming…” Adriel stepped forward out of the flames again, peering up into his eyes. “I’m assuming you killed this demon?”

“Uh...Yes?” Dean answered, quizzically looking between the angel and his brother who were locked in a staring match. Her infinite eyes moved to his, an expression of rage and annoyance marring her features.

“Well, fucking wonderful!” She exclaimed.

“Adriel, language!” Her sister admonished.

“Oh, don’t chastise me, Aladril, I think you know the expletive is warranted!” Adriel turned to her sister. “They’ve been cursed and they don’t even know it!”

“Cursed?” Sam frowned.

“Listen lady, we’re pretty familiar with curses, alright?” Dean waved his hand dismissively. “So why don’t you just tell us what we’re dealing with so we can grab the eye of newt and a root of cabbage or whatever the fuck we need to break it—.”

Adriel spun around on him, the flames bursting up and making him stumble back away from her.

“What you need is the blood of the demon that cursed you!”

“Well, fuck…” Sam cursed quietly. Dean’ nostrils flared as he crossed his arms.

“You mean… but the Book of Samuels was always considered to be an exaggeration—,” Castiel stuttered, an uncharacteristic sight. Aladril looked to him with sympathy.

“Unfortunately, it’s quite the contrary… The actual curse of Eli was much more powerful than the story Metatron fed the prophet.”

“But why would he lie? It’s— it’s in the old testament! The humans have been telling themselves this story for thousands of years—!”

“It cast a bad light on God’s everlasting wisdom and judgment?” Adriel shrugged. “We tried telling you even some in the host could not be trusted—.”

“Do you all want to sign each other’s yearbooks or something?” Dean exclaimed. “Or can we do that after you help us lift the curse?”

Adriel crossed her arms and looked to her sister.

“I say we let them die. This one’s annoying.”

“Adriel!” Her sister exclaimed.

“Die?” Sam choked out. “What the hell is the curse of Eli, exactly?”

“Well, the family-friendly version was written in the book of Samuels,” Aladril began. “Eli was the high-priest of the Hebrews, he and his family were cursed to never live to an old age due to the misdeeds of his sons...”

“Misdeeds like… cheating at poker?” Dean prompted, earning an elbow from Sam..

“Misdeeds like taking prime cuts of meat from temple offerings and committing adultery with the women who served at the sanctuary entrance,” Adriel replied dryly.

“Right, those kinds of misdeeds…” Dean rolled his eyes. “So we’re supposed to freak out because we won’t live to an old age? I wasn’t expecting to do that either way…

“But you said that was the family friendly version…” Sam brought up, looking to the angels.

“Yes, well… one of Eli’s sons tried to break the curse by bargaining with a demon,” Aladril revealed. “Who, in, the guise of helping him, actually amplified the curse. Now it wouldn’t just kill Eli and his sons— it would damn them for eternity. In hell with Lucifer.”

“Oh… Oh, shit,” Sam rubbed at his face. “I know where this is going—.”

“But… how long do we have before it takes… effect?” Castiel asked slowly.

“Depends on what else the demon did— curses can be personalized. If you change the wording,” Adriel explained

“Yeah, we know,” Dean addressed her snappily. “So. What do we do?”

The angel fixed her eyes on him..

“Now? Well, now we hold hands, Dean.” She grinned, her teeth sharp and glistening in the blue fire light.

—————-

A half hour later, Dean was seated, criss-cross apple-sauce style next to Sam in a circle with Adriel and Aladril. Adriel sat to his right and reached a hand towards his, smirking.

“Is this really necessary?” He grumbled as she twined her vessel’s slender fingers with his, smooth and cool to the touch.

“Not really, but it makes it easier,” Aladril replied, reaching one hand to Sam and the other to her sister. “We need to read your souls.”

“You can do that?” Sam asked, staring at the two archangels in wonder. Dean wished he’d wipe that expression off his face. Sure, these two weren’t exactly like all the other angels they’d met-- even other archangels. They’d stepped in and out of the ring of celestial fire earlier like the flames were nothing more than chalk on a sidewalk... He had to admit it had impressed and terrified him in equal measure. They seemed to radiate power, even in their young vessels, but not just power… Goodness. Truth. Mercy. All of the cheesy shit he used to believe angel’s stood for. It made Dean suspicious of them, despite how highly Castiel had spoken of them before.

“You don’t trust angels,” Adriel said suddenly, looking him in the eye.

“So, when you say that you can read our souls, what you really mean is read our minds?” Dean asked sourly, yanking his hand from hers.

“I was just guessing, based on your behavior,” She extended her hand back to him innocently. He took it with a heavy sigh. He didn’t have much of a choice, did he?

~Liar~ he thought, in hopes she would hear it. She frowned slightly, making him smirk. ~Can’t read my thoughts, my ass...~

“Curses leave a mark on your soul. If we look hard enough we should be able to see what exactly they did to you and your brother,” Aladril continued explaining to Sam.

“Neat trick,” He smiled a little. The angel smiled rather proudly back.

“It’s a talent we perfected a long time ago, when we were still fighting on behalf of the heavenly host.”

“It’s probably why Castiel woke us and not, I don’t know… anyone else,” Adriel muttered.

Castiel, leaning against the far wall, shrugged.

“A lot has changed since you first went to sleep, we were out of options.”

Adriel locked eyes with him from across the room, reading the deep sadness in his eyes. He really had changed so much.

“You’ll have to catch us up as soon as we’re done with this,” She murmured. He nodded quietly, looking down at the ground. Adriel cleared her throat. “Alright. Sister, when you’re ready.”

Aladril squeezed her hand and closed her eyes. The boys watched them sway gently back and forth like grass in a light summer breeze, a quiet hum like electric static rising, emanating from them. That same static seemed to seep from their palms, tingling down the men’s fingertips, up their arms, into their chests, up into their minds…

Dean felt exposed. This was not the first time someone had allegedly “read his soul.” Famine, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, had done so once and reported that his soul was a withered, starving mess. He wondered what Adriel was seeing. Deep down, he didn’t dislike these angels, even if he was frustrated they wouldn’t help fighting the demons. But it was almost refreshing to see they actually cared for human life, even the lives of the demons' vessels. Not even he and Sam cared all that much about it anymore. It was impractical, he always argued with himself, you couldn’t fight demons effectively if you were worried about their vessels. But he could remember a time when they’d cared. When hunting was just about protecting people and not saving the whole world and heaven to boot.

“You’ve been cursed to die in your next battle,” Adriel suddenly spoke, her voice strange. Dean’s eyes snapped open and he was shocked to see tears in her eyes when she looked back at him.

“Our hit on the shipment is in a week…,” Sam said.

Aladril nodded, eyes opening slowly. “We need to find the demon that cursed you and perform a cleansing ritual with his blood before you go anywhere near the shipment. There’s sure to be fighting and the curse will kill you immediately.”

Adriel stood suddenly.

“I-- uh, my vessel… She’s thirsty.” She looked down to Dean with a stare that reached into his soul.

“Take me to some water?” She asked, her voice a whisper.

For reasons unknown, he just nodded, standing slowly and leading her out into the bunker hallway. He’d just found out he had a week to live and the only way to remedy it was the blood of a demon currently partying it up in the depths of hell. His prospects, as per usual, were not looking good… but when the angel stepped out into the hallway with him, his imminent death was the last thing on his mind.

“You’re not actually thirsty, are you.” He stated rather than asked. Adriel shook her head, locking eyes with him. His mouth went dry and he looked at his feet. “What did you see?”

“Dean…” The way she said his name then made him look back up. She handled the word with care now rather than venom, her expression soft as she reached a hand up to his face. She shook her head slowly, examining his eyes. “You really have no idea, do you?”

“What? That my soul is a shriveled husk?” He tried to laugh it off, but it didn’t reach his eyes and he didn’t step away from her touch. There was something so comforting about the numbing static sinking into his cheek from her fingertips.

“You believed Famine when he told you that, huh?” She shook her head sadly. Dean frowned.

“How did you know that--?”

“I just read your soul, Dean. I know a lot of things about you now,” She smirked softly, caressing his face before pulling him into a hug. It should have been awkward, he should have stepped away and made an inappropriate joke to break the tension but, for once, Dean trusted that the gesture was sincere. That the truth and goodness and compassion he felt emanating from Adriel was real. It felt like she was pouring it into him, filling him with mending light. He felt empty, but better somehow, when she finally stepped back. She locked eyes with him again. “Famine lied to you. Do you understand? Just like Michael lied to you. And Lucifer. They read your soul blinded by their own weaknesses, their vision warped by their own greed… What they saw was themselves mirrored in you. Don’t believe them.”

Dean nodded, his mouth falling open slightly. She really had read his soul. Or his mind. Or whatever she’d done.

“Why won’t you fight with us?” He finally asked after a long moment staring into her eyes. Her brows knit themselves, some of the ethereal warmth and love disappearing to be replaced with familiar annoyance.

“We’ve already done our share of fighting, Dean. We’ve seen too much--.”

“Or you’re just scared,” He cut her off. She may have the power to read his soul, but he wasn’t blind himself. There had to be a reason two such powerful beings refused to get involved in a fight and, seeing the fire in Adriel’s eyes, he had a hard time believing it was just their compassion for human life. “What happened before you went to sleep for eternity? Cas never told us.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“That’s because Castiel is pure of heart and knows better,” She appraised the man standing in front of her. In truth, she’d only agreed to the long sleep for Aladril. But… now was not the time to get into her and her sister’s past. She turned to go back into the room where Aladril, Castiel and Sam were waiting. “Come on. We don’t have very long and… Eli’s coming.”

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h-o-l-l-i · 5 years

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Love Never Hurt So Bad

Dean Winchester x Reader

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Warnings: Language

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It had been three weeks since you had gotten your soul back from Crowley; Lucifer was still inside his cage and the world was safe for another day. As for the real world that included hunting, cases became relatively quiet.

“Dean?” You called out as you walked down the hallway towards the library.

“In here!” His deep voice rasped, his eyes became bright orbs of green when you entered the room, “What’s up, Y/N?” He stood from the chair and kissed your cheek sweetly.

You took a deep breath and tightened your jaw, your eyes flashing over to where Sam was focused on a large, old leather book. “Um, can we talk…” you paused, picking at your fingernails, “Alone, please.” Your voice catching in your throat.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly and he crossed his arms, “Yeah…is everything okay?” His arm wrapped around your waist as you walked in unison into the hallway in which you had just came. Sam glanced up curiously, a deep crease appeared between his eyes when he watched the two of you turn the corner.

Dean turned to you but you never gave him a chance to say anything, “I’m pregnant.” You blurted out, bouncing your foot anxiously on the floor. Your eyes widening after heard yourself say it out loud for the first time…it became real then; the words hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“What!” He shouted then quickly readjusted his tone, “You’re serious?” He looked over his shoulder as his little brother poked his head around the corner.

“What’s going on?! Is everything okay?” He said breathlessly and concern lining his sharp jaw. You and Dean nodded silently, satisfied he smiled and raised his hand, “Right, okay.” He said, returning to his place at the reading table to give the two of you some privacy.

“You’re sure? Like really sure?” Dean lowered his head to meet with your worried, tearful eyes, “Hey, it’s going to be okay, Y/N. I’m right here; no matter what happens, I’m here…always.” He nodded briefly.

“I haven’t taken any tests but I can—” you began, closing your eyes when you saw his confused look on his face at your words, “I can feel it, just like how I felt my soul in Hell—Dean,” you paused to take a deep breath and hold his rough hands in yours. “I was wondering if you could come with m—”

“Yes, of course!” He interrupted you, “Whatever it is, I’ll do it, I’m there, Baby.” He smiled and rubbed your hands with his thumbs.

“I asked Cas to grab me a couple different tests, so I could know for sure, you know; and we could find out together.” you smiled holding his hand.

“Sounds perfect; so when is Cas getting ba—” Dean jumped, “Damnit Cas! We seriously need to get a bell for you!” He snarled, clutching his heart with one hand the other, that held yours, pulled you behind him protectively, making you laugh slightly.

Castiel tilted his head to the side, this eyes bounced from Dean to you, “Y/N had asked me to get theses tests for her, I could have just told you both that—”

“Nope! Don’t, Cas!” You shushed the angel, “I want to do it like normal people find out if they’re knocked up or not.”

“Well, you heard her,” Dean nodded and grabbed the brown paper bag from his friend’s grip and the two of you walked back to the bathroom together.

___

You leaned your head onto your arms that rested on your knees, Dean’s warm body tightly beside you on the bathroom floor as you waited the longest couple of minutes of your life or so it seemed, anyway. Dean’s timer on his phone finally rang out. You jumped up and bolted to the counter where the tests sat, lined up perfectly. You brought a shaking hand up and stopped short of grasping it; turning back to look at Dean. “I love you, whatever it says on there; I’m never leaving your side.” He nodded and rubbed your back gently.

Your fingers curled around the white and blue plastic pregnancy test and you blinked your eyes, “Oh my God, Dean.” You whispered, covering your mouth. He leaned over to read the very prominent double pink lines, clear in the center of the small white box.

A bright smiled erupted on his scruffy face and his emerald eyes burst into joyous tears, his strong arms wrapping you carefully, one hand caressed your belly. He whispered into your ear, “I’m going to be a Daddy! I can’t believe it, Y/N!” He pressed a sweet kiss onto your lips, “You have given me the world; and I swear I will fight to protect the two of you until my last breath.” His voice trembled from the kneeled position he took on the floor, his forehead gently leaning onto your stomach.

You smiled proudly and placed your hand on top of his that cradled your belly as you looked down to your stomach. “I love you.” You sniffled.

The tender moment was ripped back to reality when there was a heavy knocking at the door, “Hey, guys—we need to go…like now!” Sam’s voice urged from behind the door.

Dean was quick to his feet again, concern fused with curiosity replaced the blissful smile that he wore on his unshaven face. “What is it, Sammy?” You said, opening the door making Sam step back.

“It’s Lu—” Sam began, his voice breaking when his hazel eyes noticed the line of pregnancy tests that were still on the sink, “Y/N, are you?” You nodded and placed a hand on your belly. A wide smile brightened his face for a moment, “That’s fantastic, Y/N! Dean, that’s great, congratulations!” He said hugging his brother.

The three of you began walking briskly down the length of the hallway, “What is it Sammy?” Dean crossed his arms.

“Crowley called,” Sam grabbed the bags that he had pre-packed, “He’s out, Dean.” Dean’s lips parted as the words that spilled out of his little brother’s mouth echoed in his mind.

Your eyes bugged out as the realization settled in, “Lucifer’s out?” You asked, “But how? Crowley has Rowena and she isn’t—”

“Some of Crowley’s demons decided they want to take orders from Lucifer instead of Crowley and they helped Rowena escape; she let him out and then killed her because he knows she’s the only one who can put him back inside.” Sam filled you and Dean in, walking to the impala.

“Son-of-a-bitch!” Dean’s low voice shouted, the tone echoed through the underground garage, “You’re not going, Y/N.”

“Like hell I’m not—” you protested.

Dean lowered his tone, the anger still laced in the rasp, “You’re pregnant—”

You were furious that he was going to twist this to make you stay in the bunker, “I’m aware, Winchester!” You opened the door to the impala but Dean’s hand stopped you from opening it farther.

“It’s too dangerous!” Dean barked.

“I don’t care, Dean! I can help get him ba—” you began.

“Enough!” Sam’s voice gathered the attention of both of you, “We don’t have time for this!” His chest huffed and he tossed his long brown hair, “Y/N’s powers might be helpful” he paused, but he closed his eyes and pressed further, cutting Dean off before he could protest, “Yes, it is dangerous but she can’t help from in here. Pregnant or not.”

Dean gritted his teeth and opened the door allowing the adequate room for your body to enter the car, “Okay but I still don’t like this…” You looked up to him through the window speaking to him through a gaze. Dean pursed his lips together as he twisted the key and speed up the ramp and swerved onto the road.

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Intermittent vibration stirred you awake, you blinked your eyes from the light sleep that you drifted off to and straighten up, pressing the green button, “Rowena.” Dean’s eyes darted into the rearview mirror instantly, his grip tightening as he drove down the road. You raised a finger to Sam and then put the call on speaker phone, “Crowley said you’re dead.” “Well, dearie,” she paused, “Before I let him out I took a precautious measure—”

“You realize when he finds out that you’re actually alive—” Sam rolled his eyes as he spoke to Rowena.

“I know Samuel that’s why I’m calling. I need your help.” She said.

“Okay, stay put; we don’t need to take the chance of someone seeing you alive, we’ll come to you.” Dean affirmed, his long arm reached back into your seat and ended the phone call. “Just when I thought things were looking up for us.”

___ Rowena opened the door and took a few steps back to allow space for you all to walk in,“He has Fergus chained up like a dog!” She stared, “And he’s not focused on ruling anyone exactly; it’s a mess down there!”

You crossed your arms and furrowed your eyebrows heavily, “But wait, I thought you hated him—”

She stopped and put her hands on her hips, the long red curls bouncing down her shoulders, “He’s still my son, whether I hate him or not us up to me!” Rowena raised her voice, “Although, something is…different.” She tipped one of her eyebrows up as her heels clicked when she walked over to you.

Dean stepped in front of you and changed the subject, “So what’s the plan, we get Crowley out and then what?”

“Layered attacks” Sam said, opening up on of the duffle bags and getting out several books. “We can’t put him in just like that, so we can work together and distract him long enough for Rowena to cast the spell.”

“Yeah, sounds like a great plan Samuel, but Y/N.” She squinted her eyes and crossed her arms. Her eyes light up and she clicked her tongue, “You’re pregnant!” She smiled, “Oh congratulations, Y/N. You’re going to be a fine mother, especially with those new powers you’ve gotten.”

You instantly smiled and held your belly even though you weren’t far along, then it settled in, “What do you mean new powers?”

“Oh come on, Y/N. Do you take me for a fool?” She scoffed, “I can feel the energy radiating from you and that beautiful baby inside your belly.” She paused, “Do you have your feathered friends on board?”

Sam shook his head, “I’ve been trying to get a hold of Cas but he’s been ignoring my calls.”

“Cas!” Dean shouted, “Come on, Buddy, we need some help.”

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Dean, I tried everything and I got nothin; I don’t think that’s going to work—”

“Dean.” A deep raspy voice came from the corner of the room, the angel in the trench coat walked over to where you were all plotting. “Y/N, I sense that you and your baby girl are well, getting stronger by the day. Good, we will need you in the effort to get Lucifer back inside his cage.”

“Girl?” Dean almost whispered, “It’s a girl?” He said rubbing your back, “I’m going to have a daughter?” You heard the smile grow on his face.

“I am sorry did you not know?” Castiel apologized.

“No, Cas…it’s okay though.” You smiled, “As long as I know she’s okay, I’m happy.” You paused, looking up to Dean who was still in a blissful shock at your side, “You can tell us how our daughter is doing anytime, Cas.”

“It’s a girl! Sammy, I’m having a baby girl!” Dean laughed and hugged his younger brother.

“I’m very happy for you guys and I really hate to bring it back up right now but, Lucifer is still out—” Sam smiled awkwardly, wanting to celebrate the news but also knew that this was a more pressing matter.

“Right,” Dean let go of his brother and stepped back, putting his hands on his hips, “Can’t have Lucifer out of the cage with my daughter around—” he nodded, “So, let’s do this.”

___

“How is she?” Dean smiled, kissing you sweetly and rubbing his thumb on your growing belly, “You’re starting to really get bi—”

You shook your head aggressively, “Don’t. No, don’t say that, Dean.” You scowled.

Dean’s face was dumbfounded, “What? What did I do?” He called out to you before turning to his brother.

Sam scoffed from the corner where he was hovering over a book, “You never tell a pregnant woman that she’s getting big, Dean. Never.”

Dean leaned against the counter, “Well, she is starting to have a little belly now, I mean she’s growing our daughter, of course she’s going to get bi—”

“Don’t fucking say it Winchester!” You shouted from the next room, Dean tossed his hands up, “I can hear you two and I agree with Sammy!”

Dean’s attention was turned to the buzzing phone in his pocket, he shifted his coffee mug into his other hand and answered, “Cas, what’s up?”

“It’s time.” Castiel stated firmly, “I found him, we have to do it now, Dean.”

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“Okay.” He said smugly crossing his arms across his chest, “You can stop. You can all come out now because your little plan,” his tone mocked, bending his fingers. “It won’t work. Even you know that it won’t work!” Lucifer said, his eyes glowed and then his head whipped around to where you were all waiting for him. “Come on out to play, Winchesters.”

Next thing that you knew he was right in front of you. “Y/N. You’re looking—” Dean stepped forward, “relax lover boy.” He said balling his hand up making Dean gasp. “Why don’t we take this conversation to a more private place.” He said smiling sinisterly an snapped his fingers.

You allowed your eyes to explore your new surroundings before they settled in front of you on Lucifer’s vessel. “Welcome to Hell, like what I did with the place?”

You remained silent making him laugh to himself, “Congratulations, you are with child.” He pointed to your small bump that was beginning to press onto your shirt.

You brought your hand down and protectively caressed your belly, “Oh relax, I’m not going to hurt her—” he said pacing the length of the bars of the inside of the cage.

“What do you want?” You said, your voice shaking slightly as your nerves bubbled their way up your throat. He walked closer over to you, making you shift your weight in your boots.

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“Y/N! Y/N!” Sam shouted, his tall frame spinning as his hands cupped each side of his mouth. “Cas, can you find her? Rowena? Someone’s going to find her, Dean.”

“I knew it, Sammy I knew she shouldn’t have come along! Damn it, Cas find her! Crowley!” Dean said and fell down onto his knees, his shoulders slumping over.

Rowena walked over to his side and knelt down to where he was broken down, “I’m not there to protect her, what if something happens to her or the baby?”

“Dean.” Chuck appeared suddenly in front of them, the small glow faded around him.

“Chuck?” Dean wiped his eyes, “Where’s Y/N? Is she okay? The baby, my daughter?” He said frantically.

“Relax, Dean. They are fine.” He said calmly, “Y/N and your daughter will not be harmed, they won’t let that happen.” He said snapping his fingers and the world around them stopped in motion.

Dean’s anger began to boil inside his veins, his feet briskly walked over to Chuck and he gripped his collar of his jacket, “How could you just let this happen!”

Chuck pursed his lips together in annoyance and looked Dean in the eye, Dean released his grip. “Dean, this is just a test of their power.” He nodded and put his hands in his coat pockets.

“What—What do you mean, Chuck? My pregnant girlfriend is somewhere with Lucifer and you—” Dean said heavily confused.

Chuck sighed heavily and began to explain, “Y/N and your child. They are powerful, I just want to see how powerful I have made them…but they will be fine, trust me, Dean.” He said before time resumed again and he vanished before Dean could ask more questions.

Sam ran over to his brothers side, “Dean.” He said trying to snap his brother back to reality as he was whispering inaudibly, “Dean! Hey!”

Dean blinked his eyes and looked up to his brother, “They’re fine.” He paused, “Chuck—h-he said it’s just a test of their power.”

___

“Thanks for the visit, but I think it’s time I leave now.” You snarled at him, he stopped pacing and glared over to you.

He squared his shoulders to you and crossed his arms, “Not so soon, Y/N. You just got here.”

“Yeah well the place looks like shit; really hate what you did with the place.” You bantered back, your eyes wandering looking for any exits, finding nothing.

“There’s no getting out for you.” He smiled and his eyes glowed in the darkness of the cage. “Maybe I’ll just keep you long enough so you have your daughter here then,” he paused, “Of course, you leave and your daughter stays with me, be my little playmate.”

“Fuck off!” Your heart raced inside your chest with every word he spoke, your anger pulsated through your veins making your hair stand on its end and a white glow erupted within your eyes spreading into your veins.

His face dropped as the bars began to fade around you and close in on him as they became solid again. He tried to move and lunge at you to make you stop but your anger fueled your power like you have never imagined possible.

Lucifer grabbed at the bars and began yelling at you before he vanished into the darkness of Hell. You closed your eyes and took a breath in to recuperate from what just happened, your hand resting on the small bump that was growing inside of you, when you opened your eyes you were standing in the middle of the road where you were with Dean and the others.

Their attention was drawn over to you as you suddenly appeared back with them. They all ran to your side, “Are you okay?” you nodded in response, “The baby?” You nodded again, Dean’s hand cupping your belly in his hands as if he was holding you for the first time.

You pressed your forehead onto Deans and placed your hands over his, “It’s done, he’s back in the cage.”

Sam is gobsmacked by your words, “How?”

“I—we,” You paused and looked at all of them before looking down to your belly and then back to them where they were all listening intently with confusion thick on their faces, “we put him back in. It’s over.”

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ASMB 2019 Masterpost

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Title: A Stormy Sea of Moving Emotion Author: aerica13 Artist: cenedrariva Rating: Teen and Up Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake/Sam Winchester, past Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/OMC (brief) Warning(s): Mentions of John Winchester abuse, very slight (and non-reciprocated) sexual interest from a 19 year old at Cas/Dean, slight (non-graphic) mention of ritualistic murder, some internalized acephobia on Dean’s part, mentions of consensual sex between Dean and an OMC, brief accidental voyeurism on Cas’ part Word Count: 15,280 Summary: After surviving their fight with the siren in “Sex and Violence” (S4 E14), Sam has some questions for Dean…leading to research, identity revelations, more questions, more identity revelations, Sam getting to (metaphorically) lock Cas and Dean in a closet until they kiss and even find his own partner to kiss. Mostly in that order. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: The Answer Lies With You Author: @ladylilithprime Artist: @blindswandive Pairing: Sastiel Rating: T Word Count: 6209 Summary: When Castiel Engelstrom stumbled into Sam Winchester’s flower shop instead of his brother Gabriel’s tattoo parlour next door, Sam hadn’t seen him since college the night of the dorm fire. As the two talk, new information comes to light - both about the fire and about each other - and they discover that maybe a different sort of flame is ready to be rekindled. Warnings: Canon-adjacent arson, past injuries, burn scars, discussions of severe mental illness (schizophrenia, dissociative identity disorder) and psychological trauma, mention of perceived attempted suicide, mention of alcohol use, bees and bee stings. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Broken Author: Masterpieceofturkeycleverness Artist: Walkingdeadandsupernaturaladdict Rating: Mature Pairing(s): None Warning(s): None Word Count: 5579 Summary: After receiving a phone call from Jack requesting The Sex Talk, Lucifer feels as if he’s broken and can’t love anyone because he’s never wanted to have sex. Lucifer teleports himself to rural Alaska to get away from everyone and engage in a cycle of self-pity. There, he meets an Inuit hunter who gets him talking and ultimately tells him that there are other people who are like him. This hunter turns out to be Raven in disguise, sent by Gabriel because the youngest archangel knows his older brother won’t listen to him. Ultimately, Gabriel and Jack help convince Lucifer that he’s not broken and that they love him the way he is. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Burned Bridges Author: Angsty-Violet (HiddenViolet) Artist: Angsty-Violet (HiddenViolet) Rating: Teen Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester, Lucifer/Sam Winchester Warning(s): Referenced Suicide Attempt Word Count: 5069 Summary: Sam tries to reconnect with his older brother after years of not speaking. Notes: Both the art and the fic are done by me, and located at the same place. Link to fic and art: Work Link

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Title: Delight Author: @hullosweetpea Artist: @thekingtrickster Rating: M Word Count: 5,341 Summary: Castiel has felt different from the other angels in the garrison for a while. On leave, he decides to take the plunge and visit an incubus/succubus den. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Dream of Me Author: InkStainedWings Artist: dep-op-ex-pression Rating: T Pairing: Sabriel Warning: Major Character Death Word Count: 7727 Summary: Jack starts to have dreams about another nephilim being caged in hell and has to figure out if she’s real and if she is real, can she be trusted? Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link // Music Link

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Title: He’s a Little Bit Country Author: JessJesstheBest Artist: Tiki.Art Rating: T Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel Warning(s): mild discussion of kink Word Count: 8,606 Summary: “Tell me what we’re doing here today, Clarence.”

Castiel shifted on his feet, moodily, but answered her in a grumble. “We’re putting on a concert benefit for Planned Parenthood.”

“Right! And why is that?”

“Because this country is run by a monster who is trying to take away the reproductive rights of women and we need to raise money to continue to fund our program which helps women have agency in their own bodies.“

Or the one where Castiel, as part of planned parenthood, puts on a joint punk and country benefit concert where he meets Dean Winchester, the handsome country enthusiast who is also an asshole. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Intimacy Author: @tigerlilynoh Artist: @cenedras-art Rating: Explicit Pairings: Sam/Ruby Warnings: graphic violence, mention of dub-con/non-con, explicit sexual content, masturbation, oral sex Tags: Asexual!Sam, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good!Ruby, Lucifer was never freed, Apocalypse 1.0 averted, Team Free Will saved the day Word count: 35,282 Summary: Sam had largely given up on having a relationship. The life of a hunter didn’t lend itself to romance, and the few partners he’d had had always pushed for more than he wanted to give. So it was bittersweet to realize that he was developing a crush on Ruby, while working a case together. But when she hits on him and he comes out to her as asexual, Sam soon finds acceptance in one of the most unlikely of people. Now all that’s left is to learn to accept himself, figure out what intimacy means to them… and stop a mysterious killer that’s leaving a trail of exsanguinated bodies. Link to the fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Lacuna Author: @writingarchangels Artist: @walkingdeadandsupernaturaladdict Rating: General Pairing(s): Nick/Michael/Lucifer Warning(s): n/a Word Count: 5.3K Summary:The Archangel Lucifer never dared to dream about becoming a father, being sure to mess it up like his own did, but then he became one. Now his life is dedicated to raising his son and keeping him safe, which he manages to do so with his vessel’s help. He tries his best to stay down the radar and to keep ahead of the Winchester’s.

But things take an unpredictable turn when Michael reappears, traumatized by what he went through in the Cage after Lucifer took the unconscious angel home. Now Lucifer needs to figure out what to do with Michael and keep Jack safe all at the same time.

/Lacuna\ (n) a blank space. a missing part Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Lessons Cas Never knew he Needed Author: @reallyscj Artist: @never-used-ever Rating: G Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Warning(s): None Word Count: 5049 Summary: Castiel is a new college freshman and looking to start the new chapter of his life. Can the boy he met at a party help him on his journey? Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Let it Be Author: Karategirl80 (Tumblr) Karategrl80 (AO3) Artist: KrisN5 (Tumblr) Rating: Teen and Up Pairing(s): Sastiel, platonic Dean and Cas, platonic Dean and Gabriel Warning(s): polyamory (platonic) Word Count: 14924 Summary: The Me’tai are a magical race coexisting (mostly) with humans. Sam and Dean grew up with one foot in the Me’tai world, and one foot in the human world. Their mother, Mary, a strong witch, was killed when Sam was only 6 months old. John, their human father, feared the worst for his sons, and did his best to raise them “human.” As they got older, though, it became clear that they were never going to pass as “human.” Sam had potential to be as powerful as his mother was, if not more, and Dean was an often sought after catwing familiar. When Sam decides to attend Stanford’s Magic Division, Dean goes with him. While there, Sam meets his lifebond, a catwing familiar named Cas, and after graduation Sam, Cas, and Dean settle down in Palo Alto. Everything seems fine until Dean starts acting out of character, and Sam and Cas need to work together to help a very resistant Dean become comfortable with himself, his heritage as a Me’tai, and as a familiar. Links to fic and art: Fic and Art Link

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Title: Lover Author: casbeanwrites Artist: thekingtrickster Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Dean Winchester/Castiel Warning(s): none Word Count: 27367 Summary: Dean knows that Cas doesn’t like him. They’re not even friends, not really. But Dean can’t help it, he wants to be around Cas, he wants to be his friends, he wants… more. But he has to respect that Cas is just not interested.

It’s not until Cas gets into the first heat of his life in front of him that Dean is faced with the fact that maybe, just maybe, Cas doesn’t hate him at all. Links to fic and art: Fic / Art Link

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Title: meet me at the reservoir Author: @dep-op-ex-pression | penrosequartz on ao3 Artist: @blindswandive | BlindSwandive on ao3 Rating: Mature Pairing(s): Mick Davies/Arthur Ketch, Antonia Bevell/Arthur Ketch Warning(s): Rape/Non-Con Elements, Abuse, Suicide, Alcoholism Word Count: 6462 Summary: “Mick Davies thought he had lost all hope before Arthur Ketch came into his life. Now he’s a few months in, and he’s beginning to realise he’s got even less hope than he had before. His parents are gone, his sister is distant, Arthur’s ex is too close for comfort, and love isn’t anything like he imagined.” Author Notes: this fic is in NO way supposed to represent meaningful, healthy relationships. mick is being abused. this is not intended to be romantic or appropriate. if you or anyone you know is in a relationship like this, please leave as soon as you can - these are not good vibes!!!! as a side note, my entire heart and soul exists within this fic. please be gentle with it. Artist Notes: see art LJ post. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Patchwork Soul Author: Hyrulehearts1123 Artist: My_Untold_Lies Rating: Teen Pairing(s): Implied Michael/Lucifer Warning(s): Canon Typical Violence, vague mentions of torture Word Count: 19008 Summary: Within The Cage, there was something that didn’t belong. A Fledgling, born of the Soul of Sam Winchester, and the Grace of Michael and Lucifer. When Raphael embarked to rescue the Fledgling, they had no idea just how important he would be, or the healing and restoration that would come about through the Fledgling’s existence. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Pay Up! Author: @twisted-pride // Broken_Twisted_Lullabies Artist: @cenedrariva Rating: T Pairing(s): Gabriel/Sam Winchester (one sided), Dorothy Baum/Charlie Bradbury, Jessica Moore/Brady (background), Kevin Tran/Channing Ngo (background) Warning(s): some swearing, very brief reference to aphobia (in final chapter), Word Count: 65,037 Summary: They always say don’t make a deal with the devil, but in Gabriel’s defense this one was too good to pass up. All he had to do was stay single for 4 years, and win 50$. Piece of cake. But Lucifer’s determined to win, and doesn’t realize the ace up Gabriel’s sleeve. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Piled Higher and Deeper Author: zaffre Artist: hufflapute Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 10658 Summary: Castiel has been working on his dissertation for 10 years, which is twice as long as most. Given an ultimatum – finish by the following spring or be kicked out of the program – Castiel feels certain that he’s going to fail and allow his amazing future to slip away. But maybe he doesn’t want that future anymore. Or maybe he’s just depressed. Castiel isn’t sure anymore. But what he is certain about is that one of the new grad students in the department is something special, and Castiel is shocked when Dean seems to feel the same about him. Author Notes: This was written for the Ace SPN Mini Bang. Thank you so much to the mod for running this challenge! Links to fic and art: Fic link // Art Link

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Title: There You Are, Homemade Author: orange_8_hands Artist: skeletonsinzeecloset / AngelofWine Rating: PG-13 Pairing(s): Dean/Cas Warning(s): non-graphic(-ish) masturbation scene, internalized acephobia, self-worth issues Word Count: 5660 Summary: For Dean, Cas can make this happen. He can. (or: after the first time they meet and before the rest of their lives, Cas tries his best.) Author Notes: This work is a stand-alone, but is a prequel(-ish) to my Carpenter Verse. Other notes are added to the fic itself. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: This is Me Author: SabrielandaceSam Artist: dep-op-ex-pression Rating: Not Rated Pairing(s): Sam Winchester/Gabriel Warning(s): Mentions of Acephobia, Can seem Anti-dean that was not intentional Word Count: 5049 Summary: A few weeks after a hunt, Sam decides Gabriel needs to learn how to drive. After a few hours, the two settle to relax. And secrets can be revealed in the quiet. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: To Build A Heaven Author: Sageclover61 Artist: Emmatheslayer Rating: T Pairing(s): Sam Winchester/ Raphael, Dean Winchester/ Lucifer/ Michael Warning(s): possible mentions of attempted sexual assault and possible mentions of child prostitution Word Count: 35621 Summary: Sam Winchester had always believed in a higher power. It was a comforting constant during the chaos of moving all over the country throughout his childhood. And despite the fact that the things going bump in the night were real it never stopped being somewhat of a relief to believe that there was something good, even if there was no way to see it or interact with it. “Faith is being sure of what we hope for, and certain of things we cannot see,” Hebrews 11:1. Sometimes… Sometimes all you need is an archangel in your corner. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

#asmb 2019 #asmb 2019 masterpost #masterpost #asmb masterpost #masterpost2019

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mittensmorgul · 5 years

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12.22:

Mary: It's not okay. Since I've been back, I know... I've been distant. Cold, even. Leaving you, working with them.. I was trying to make things right. Just from a distance, because.. being here with you was too hard. Seeing what I'd done to you and to Sam, I... Dean: Mom, what you did, the deal... everything that's happened since has made us who we are. And who we are? We kick ass. We save the world.

14.13:

SAM: Did you see them at dinner, the way they looked at each other? They just seemed happy, you know? It doesn’t feel fair to get all this and have to throw it away, and I know we have to. But it just feels like, you know… Once we send Dad back… it’s none of this ever happened. He – he just goes back to – to… to being Dad. DEAN: You saying you wish things would be different? SAM: Don’t you? Can you imagine – dad in the past, knowing then what he knows now? I… I think it would be nice. DEAN: Yeah. I used to think that, too. But, uh… I mean, look, we’ve been through some tough times. There’s no denying that. SAM: Yeah. DEAN: And for the longest time, I blamed Dad. I mean, hell, I blamed Mom, too, you know? I was angry. But say we could send Dad back knowing everything. Why stop there? Why not send him even further back and let some other poor sons of bitches save the world? But here’s the problem. Who does that make us? Would we be better off? Well, maybe. But I gotta be honest – I don’t know who that Dean Winchester is. And I’m good with who I am. I’m good with who you are. ‘Cause our lives – they’re ours. And maybe I’m just too damn old to want to change that.

but also:

12.23:

KELLY: God, please. I need help. SVEN [on phone]: I'm trying to help you, ma'am. KELLY: Are you, Sven? Because if you ask me if I have the quarter-inch Allen wrench one – one more time, I am going to come down there and burn your giant Viking junkyard of a store to the ground! Do you understand?! SVEN: Are you sure it wasn't in the box? KELLY: God! [she tosses the phone away in exasperation] CASTIEL: Kelly. I told you I'd put this together. I'm very good at following instructions. And you need to rest. KELLY: No, I don't. CASTIEL: Kelly – [Cas helps Kelly to her feet] KELLY: No, Cas, I don't. I can't. I don't know how long until... I don't know how long I have left. And I...I'm never gonna be able to teach him how to ride a bike or watch him get married or even look him in the eyes. But I can build him a stupid Swedish crib! I can do that. CASTIEL: Kelly, I know how hard this is. [Kelly gives Cas an incredulous look] That's a lie. I have no idea how hard this is for you. But I promise you... I will do everything. I will give my life for your son. And I will raise him. And I will make him someone you will be proud of.

(note that all their work on the nursery, all their preparations for Jack’s birth, building the crib and assuming they’d have a long road of raising a Smol Babby proved... to be a lie... everything they did was... pointless... in the end)

and 14.20:

JACK: You lied to me. CASTIEL: Jack. JACK: (yelling) You lied!

and

SAM: Well, it's like you said. (Chuckles) It's Celine Dion. Uh... I mean Celine Dion. It's Celi-- (Sam stammers) Dean, every time I try and say "Elvis," it comes out -- DEAN: The sad, horrible truth. Yeah. You know why? Because we can't lie.

and

MRS. KLINE: You lied to us. You said you worked with Kelly, but after you left, my husband and I, we made some calls, and no one knows who you are. JACK: I... I didn't. MRS. KLINE: Yes, you did. Kelly's not away on some "secret mission." She... (Crying) They think she's dead. What did you do to my daughter?! (yelling) What did you do?!

and

DEAN: (looking at his phone) When people can't lie, the Internet gets real quiet.

and

WORKER #7 (in a singsong voice) I hate everyone! I hate everyone! WORKER #5 (crying) I just want to be loved. WORKER #7: I hate everyone! I hate everyone! OFF SCREEN: I just want a sweet life. WORKERS #7: I hate everyone! (Chuck and Castiel are watching the chaos) CHUCK: see, this is why people need to lie. -I hate everyone! CHUCK: It's good. Keeps the peace, you know?

and

CASTIEL: Seems like an odd stance for...you. CHUCK: Is it? I'm a writer. Lying's kind of what we do.

and

(Woman speaking Chinese dialect)- The state is a lie.

and

CAS: Can you fix it? CHUCK: (Sighs) Fine. (Snaps fingers) Fixed. SAM: Really? CHUCK: I'm God, Sam. Yeah, really. Go ahead. Try it out. DEAN:: Celine Dion rocks. Yeah. Yeah, we can lie again. CAS: And the rioting? CHUCK: Like it never happened.

and

CHUCK: Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off. I built the sandbox -- you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against -- what was it? -- the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in. SAM: So you're saying Jack is Apocalyptic? CHUCK: The kid said, "Stop lying," and I don't know if you noticed, but the world kinda went insane.

and

SAM: So, Michael said that you create these worlds and you just toss them away like failed versions of some book. CHUCK: And you believe him? SAM: Was he lying? Is that what you're doing to us? CHUCK: No. Sam... you and your brother, of all the Sams and Deans in all the multiverse, you're my favorite. You're just so interesting. I mean, like that thing that happened at the office earlier today -- that was crazy, right?

and

JACK: And I thought I could make the world a better place if people couldn't lie. CAS: Well, it didn't. JACK: It really didn't.

and

SAM: Wait. I thought Chuck said that the gun was the only thing that could... (indicating Jack, who is dead on the ground, eyes burned out) CAS: He's a writer. Writers lie.

and

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BUT ALSO!

12.23:

SAM: Crowley...why did you do it? Save Lucifer– What did you want? CROWLEY: I wanted to win. I perverted mother's spell, put Lucifer in a vessel of my own making because I wanted to win. You have any idea how many people have made a play for my throne over the years? Lucifer, Abaddon, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Too damn many. I thought if I could put the Devil on a leash... my own personal nuke, no one would ever dare challenge me again. DEAN: Yeah. That worked out great. CROWLEY: All ended with me narrowly escaping death by hiding in a rat. MARY: Wait. In an...actual rat? CROWLEY: Wasn't too bad, really. Gave me time to think. You know, I've been focused for so long on keeping my job. Never realized I hate it. All those whining demons, the endless moan of damned souls, the paperwork! I mean, who wants that?

and

LUCIFER: Well... this is a fun surprise. I gotta hand it to you guys. You never give up, even when you should. Even when it would be so stupid not to. SAM: Look, whatever you're planning on doing, Chuck...God will stop you, just like he did last time. LUCIFER: You're right. What should I do? Oh, God! Don't strike me dead! Come on, Sam. You sound like a virgin in Jesus camp. "We can't. God is watching." No. Chuck "walked." He's gone. DEAN: So you're just gonna smash his toys? LUCIFER: Exactly. 'Cause every time I look at this sad trash fire of a world, you know what I keep thinking? I could do so much better. DEAN: So Apocalypse, take two. That's your plan? LUCIFER: When in doubt, go with the classics. That's what I always say. Well, boys, enough with the foreplay. Let's do this.

14.20

SAM: Do you watch us? When you're not here, are -- are you... watching us? CHUCK: Yeah. (Exhales deeply) I mean, you're my favorite show. SAM: Then why don't you do something? If I had your power -- CHUCK: Sam. We talked about this. Not the way it works. SAM: (Sighs) Wait a second. Why, when the chips are down, when the world is -- is failing, why does it always have to be on us?! CHUCK: Because you're my guys. But right now, we need to focus on Jack. Ah, that kid. (Breathes deeply) Whew! SAM: Wait a second. You're scared of him. CHUCK: Aren't you?

and

JACK: And you were right all along. I am a monster. SAM: (to Chuck) Do something. (he realizes with shock) You're enjoying this. CHUCK: Shh. (Dramatic music plays) (Dean cocks the gun. He looks Jack in the eye for several seconds and then slowly lowers the gun. At this point, Castiel also comes running towards the area) (Dean uncocks the gun and tosses it to the side) CHUCK: No. Pick it up! Pick it up. DEAN: The hell, Chuck? CHUCK: This isn't how the story is supposed to end. CAS: The story? CHUCK: (frustrated) Lookit, the -- the -- the gathering storm, the gun, the -- the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic! DEAN: Wait. What are you saying? SAM: He's saying he's been playing us. This whole time. CHUCK: Come on. SAM: Our entire lives. Mom, Dad -- everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because -- Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story?

(because in the end Crowley’s spell did nothing, Cas’s self-sacrifice meant nothing, Lucifer’s destruction meant nothing because Michael wrought the same destruction as they were both trapped inside the same story and couldn’t even recognize themselves as Chuck’s characters who were just as “programmed” by Chuck as any of the angels who’d ever been subjected to Naomi’s reprogramming ever were... I mean they may have been partly right about Chuck, but they were still blind to the fact that even in their supposed “rebellion” they were always only ever Chuck’s pawns, enacting his favorite narrative for all time and unable to break free of it)

And the universe takes everything away from Sam and Dean again, and the beginning of another go-around of the narrative. Only this is the last go-around where Cas can be treated as someone that can be taken away from them and still continue to perform according to Chuck’s expectations within his story. This loss broke Dean. And Cas might not understand that yet, but it proved to the audience that Cas is integral to the Winchester Family. Chuck’s story can’t only revolve around Sam and Dean against the world. And by the end of 14.20, at least he’s learned that.

#spn 14.20 #spn 12.23 #spiders georg of the tnt loop #lies and damn lies #winchester family dynamics #if you say 'mysterious ways' so help me i will kick your ass #s14 meta rewatch #i'm casually enjoying the destruction of the entire got universe on the side here over a struggle for power in which everyone loses #it's almost as if crowley embodied that in his final episode but became self-aware and did the thing...#if only he'd lived to have this final curtain lifted revealing the full truth of the universe and his place in it #as just another character in chuck's story...#the scheherazade of supernatural #if anyone thinks this show is just a bunch of lazy writing i will throw down right here and fight them

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elizabethrobertajones · 5 years

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14x07 watching notes

In Which It Is Now Completely Apparent Which Of Buck And Leming Are Writing A Scene At Any Given Time

A Tale Of Lizbob Being Tormented By Toddlers

Hello it is 3:32am and I am awake from a dream of what the episode might have been (plus side: overt Destiel motel room sharing, downside: Jack accidentally killed Dean) because my tantruming toddler neighbour who just moved into the haunted house next door was screaming, and threw something at our adjoining wall. At 3am. So I'm not exactly well-rested and I'm kinda pissed, which isn't the best combo for a Buckleming episode, but when you wake up with a scream and a thump, you aren't going back to sleep for a lil while :P

Kudos to the rest of the writing team, we're 7 episodes in and I've thoroughly forgotten Nick exists. I've just been assuming he was caught, featured on a true crime program, and is already gone and locked up for the new murder and likely solving of a cold case.

Ahahahaaaa the opening of the recap is "when it comes to killing you, I'll be the one to do it" so that's ominous. As you might tell, my psyche is utterly wrapped around this whole Shakespearean tragedy of Jack vs Dean, and perhaps they're not gonna murder each other today but the constant reminders they're living in a murder or get murdered delicate thematic plot balance is exactly the sort of thing that we need to have hanging over their dynamic, as well of course as being the start point of their relationship to show how far they've come and how much they've changed and now love each other and how just last episode Dean got in his "fine i have a son now" episode a season or two later than everyone else and just in time for it to be "so now you bonded with him of course he's caught Doom because you can't have nice things for literally a single episode and this is your fault for bonding with him, Dean"

This recap is designed to wound me, a Jack fan and lover of how TFW loves their son

Ew, it's Nick. The first time in my life I've been tempted to skip at least a lil of the recap.

Imagine how tight it would have been to just do a 10 second "here's Jack" recap and cut to the action

and the action includes an episode without Nick stealing time from the boy

You know i spend exactly 0 time speculating on how Eugenie might write her personal fave bits of the episodes but if you had to throw together "nick is now a serial killer ritually murdering priests on a satanic bender" then that would have been a pretty close thing to what I could have come up with as distilled Buckleming essence. (gross)

There's a vague continued overlap of the human!Cas arc with the parallel to the open of 9x03 and the general aesthetic of season 11's Lucifer's satanic rampage bender thrown together but you know what that's more meta than this arc deserves and my boy is sick

OH NO CAS IS THE ONE WATCHING OVER HIM ABORT ABORT

His grace looks pathetic. Maybe he's trying not to wake Jack up. Maybe he doesn't have a whole lot left.

That's not helping, Cas

ANXIOUS PARENTS OUTSIDE HIS ROOM

I bet Cas sent them away because they were hovering

Dean this is not what happens to kids, stop trying to kid yourself that this is like having a regular demonic toddler

Man am I glad I do not have kids right now both because I don't have to worry about them and also because they scream and throw stuff at the walls at 3am

Dean angry at Cas cuz he's worried about Jack oh no oh no oh no look at these stressed parents. Cas is forced into the doctor role because he magic but he is just as stressed as they are and tensions are high, and then the boy starts convulsing

Oh my god they snapped, they are actually bringing Jack to an emergency room. This is horrifying and kind of a trip to imagine what they're going to tell any authority figures about who this guy is and what their relationship is to him.

Do they remember that he has barcode fingerprints and probably is gonna be Medically Weird just as default?

(Alex is 29 like me and Misha is early 40s and Jimmy is canonically a year older than Misha for some reason, so at a push Cas could be his dad and have made some very early mistakes but the boy is biologically only like 10 years younger than them on average... JACK looks another half that at times but this is a hospital so idk if "smiles like a toddler" "early teenage adorableness" is a good measure of age)

(I'm stress-typing)

"His full name, please"

All 3 dads look at each other baffled.

Sam goes with Jack Kline, which, a season and a bit later, is the first canonical use of it as Jack's surname

They're cautious about using Winchester, understandably, but it's a nice reminder that Kelly is family too and as the dead parent, naming Jack in tribute to her should have been something they were doing all along (like, season 13 all along), especially as he even visited the Klines earlier this season. Sam being the one who thinks to do this is nice because he's the most dad-aligned to Jack in a traditional sense when it's come to raising him (Cas got the pre-birth role as the traditional father role) and Cas obviously had the strongest connection to Kelly before that but this isn't a moment about her so much as these 3 stressed dads.

LOL Date of birth. Sam wins another point for knowing it, while Dean makes back and forth guesses on '99/2000, making Jack 19 or 20, which would at least mean any one of them could have fathered him and chopping 10 years off Alex's age to compromise between look and feel.

Given Jack's symptoms the nurse should have been a lil more concerned asking about trips to West Africa or other likely Ebola places lately. (This may be poor timing on the show's part but isn't there a fresh outbreak right now?)

(Oof I googled it and there's "Congo Ebola outbreak 2nd worst in history" articles dated 6 hours ago... Maybe a bad year to write haemorraghic diseases for fun and also how comes no one is talking about this in the news and it's all blah blah brexit... Have we just stopped fearing it now a few outbreaks have shown it mostly stays contained in African countries so now they can just suffer it on their own? I'm making a 4am donation to relief efforts)

*returns from the doctors without borders website* anyway back to the fictional sick white boy

And his very stressed dads

I have no idea how much of this is medically accurate but I feel like this is particularly dramatised to match hospital visits people have experienced which did not involve bringing in a stumbling, feverish, person who is having seizures and coughing blood

it's still objectively sad to see TFW lined up all stressed out and Cas and Dean holding hands while they stare through the giant window

The doctors aren't wearing masks even though he has been COUGHING BLOOD

sheesh this entire hospital is in quarantine now

Nick saying he was "getting hammered" the night of the murder isn't super subtle

Cas aggressively still trying to watch over Jack even though they won't let him in the room. Dean paces and talks about ghouls in the middle of the hospital to let off stress.

Cas goes to watch over him in person while Sam and Dean have a personal chat. This is awful D:

I appreciate the sentiment of busting Jack out before they pay the hospital bills because they're running out of medical options and need to turn to magic ones, a la every dramatic event ever in their lives except that one time Dean broke his leg and Sam was too out of it with the Hallucifers to sell his soul to make it better, but if Jack's in system shutdown wouldn't at least keeping him with state of the art equipment mean things like transfusion and machines that keep him propped up?

Mind you his bloodtype is probably, like, X evil negative or something Bucklemingy

It's in his DNA... He might be cute but he's still born of their episodes and wacky non con ideas... It was gonna catch up to him eventually D: You can't outrun it forever!!

I accidentally hit a button and 8x02 started playing on VLC

"DEEEAN" Cas shoves him through the portal out of purgatory, credits roll, this was officially the weirdest episode ever.

(No I didn't watch the whole thing, I was literally paused on the last shot from where I was about to gif it last night when I fell asleep)

Sam already called Rowena... Smart cookie

obligatory yell at Cas shedding the coat to put on Jack so they don't walk him out in a hospital gown

Oh my god Jack's so sick he's white as a sheet and being carried out by 2 of his dads and he still has a lil well of snark to be like "fine we're leaving" to the doctor.

"There's just no talking to him when he gets like this"

We're at the promo scene and I'm still not 100% sure after sleeping on it that Rowena definitely did not have the Book of the Damned, and that she hadn't been able to make off with it at the end of season 11, never for it to be seen again, because she was very much in the process of stealing the Black Grimoire in 13x22, but this does, I guess, make sense in regards to which book would serve Jack better, and Mittens tried her best to convince me that Rowena plausibly did not have it because the Winchesters did... I'm still suspicious because I really did just assume that she took it and the implication was we didn't see it because SHE had hidden it, and from a line in a Buckleming episode as well. And either way around her showing up with it makes sense that she had it but I'd have occam's razor'd it that she stole the obvious books at the obvious times and not that 13x22 became a BotD heist on top of everything else :P

Jack is up and about!!

He's using a more gravelly voice and it's actually a really hot voice and for literally the first time the Alex/Jack divide (gulf) in my head that one is my age and hot and the other is a 12 year old is a bit shaken. I mean Jack's canonically now supposed to be around 19-20? Which explains why he has a "wooo spring break" attitude when we see in the promo he snaps and wants to go to Vegas.

They grow up so fast.

Anyway considering he was in total organ shutdown a lil while ago it seems a night's rest has done him well if he's wandering around the bunker

Can't tell if we swapped writers or what... well, it seems like it's possible given Jack's fluctuating sickness, which of course could just be a plot thing but also a mark of the inconsistencies in Buckleming episodes. It's still odd to me that in the filming process it didn't occur to them that Jack might not at least sway on the spot at little, but he's really standing there like a little trooper, upright and talking confidently.

And betraying to Rowena that his dads like her and say nice things about her behind her back, which is catastrophic for them. How dare. You're damaging the foundations of their relationship.

*cough cough*

"Bollocks"

Yep, her heart has softened, Jack won her over in record time, and she's just thinking about that time she adopted a wee Polish lad and loved him as her own because Jack is genetically engineered to be a blank slate son version of a Mary Sue. You take one look at him and he is Your Son in whatever way will most harm you.

Good grief I wish Crowley was still around to see what HILARIOUS overlap with Gavin we'd have wrung out of Jack's main superpower.

Cas offering his grace to stabilise Jack on the spot. Halp. It's more important to him that his son lives by miles, that this isn't even an internal debate for him. In a way, obvious that Cas would be like this as a parent, in another, Cas just offered to give up his grace live on TV

Rowena shoots down the obvious solution (oh and thank god that for once the show actually even references obvious solutions) and starts talking about how we need archangel grace and as soon as she says that I think "oh, Michael" and Dean starts to come over weird with a wooziness that makes me wonder if that was timed for the audience "oh there's one out there right now" and why would DEAN be personally affected right thiiiiiis second..............................

When they go on spring break together we're getting right to the murderin

I mean SOMETHING is up and Dean's right now having his own weird moment as Rowena talks about how Jack will now have a fluctuating set of symptoms for the sake of the plot so

It's possible this is just his internal POV emotional reaction to bad news because this is what happens to me when I hear it but I suspect Dean is a lil more healthy than me in the first place so doesn't verge on passing out whenever a catastrophe happens regularly. And also Sam and Cas aren't similarly struck with physical symptoms at the news their son is dying.

Ya know, Buckleming, or probably Eugenie specifically which makes it all the worse, writing this woman taking a call in a dark alleyway, then not being terrified to be approached by a weird man and on top of that stopping and turning to invite him to join her in the club... this is the kind of thing where they're writing someone going against all natural instinct that it's bad characterisation for someone we've literally never met before just to put her in danger.

I mean at least they didn't make Nick stab a random woman (and a black woman at that to add to their overall awful stats)

I like how Jack's just decided Vegas or Tahiti are places you just kinda go to die... I mean I don't know what he's learned about them but it all has to be absorbed through the media in his most innocent way. I feel like there's something very sweet about whatever he thinks you do in these places of reputed sin and blaze of glory live fast die young lifestyles, but also utterly tragic. Consumptive tragic hero but with a twist of the reckless and dangerous later tropes of... It's 5am and I can't think but like. Vegas. Drugs and gambling high life style tropey films and books from the American tradition.

And of course it's Dean (who utterly fits into this trope and even has yearly Vegas trips with Sam since discovering his psychic powers back in season 1 and also lives a blaze of glory mindset) who brings him the deadly glass of milk (film trope about innocence but also like, people dying) and a sandwich loaded with salami. Dean went all out to make that for Jack - a couple of episodes after sending a woman off to "make him a sandwich" and regretting it as he spoke, we see the yank the cloth away reveal of Dean's nurturing side where he is the caregiver who shows affection through food and will go to the trouble of making his boy a delicious sandwich.

"Nice." See? He's Dean's son and Dean approves his choice of places to die. "You sure this is the best time?"

"Pretty sure it is," Jack says, backpack on, already almost out the door. He's found a brown corduroy jacket which is both unlike his beige jackets and suits from the rest of his life aside from the blue apocalypse world one, and also very very much like Sam's iconic season 1-2 brown corduroy jacket that he mostly stopped wearing although I think was the one Dean wore in 4x01 as one of its sporadic dwindling appearances, if I'm not wrong.

I probably am but either way, it's a change to darker colours, something Sam-associated to fit the gap of this smol dangerous dying kid Dean has to deal with, and puts Jack in thick earthier tones, thicker clothes to ward against the cold of death, and dressed more like TFW than normal as he usually has quite a distinct child-like version of their clothes.

Jack's concept of life and mortality is fucked, possibly because he was a functioning being after a day or two of gathering his thoughts and starting to come to terms with asking deep philosophical questions about himself, so in a way discovering he only has a couple more weeks to live is hardly anything. He's a fucking mayfly.

Ugh it's now solidly 5am and I am clearly not going back to sleep so I give up, I'm finally getting coffee. The rest of the notes will be maybe a wee bit more coherent :P

Anyway kettle thought: due to Jack and Dean's murder or be murdered relationship (lordy how is this the only way you relate to fatherhood, my guy?) I kinda suspect that Dean's about to abscond with Jack without even telling dad 1 or dad 2, because he is dad 3 and that's totally cool and he's a responsible adult, but, you know, woozy and doomed while Jack is also consumptive and doomed. BAD COMBO.

I charge you with grounds of diminished responsibility due to mutual murder narrative doom

"I'm done being special. Before my life is over, I want to live it"

Okay remember in season 1 episode 14 where Dean was like "LOL WE SHOULD GO TO VEGAS BECAUSE YOU ARE PSYCHIC"? and I referenced that like 5 minutes ago so you should, obviously I've only ever been able to headcanon the reveal of Vegas Week in season 7 (Dabb episode, take a shot) dates back to that and is one of their between episode activities which makes sense that since they only started travelling as adults together in the canon of the show (and Sam 1 year older than drinking age) that it might as well have been when they started the tradition?

Well Jack here is reacting like Dean would have if HE were the one in Sam's shoes in 1x14, and being the fun lil brother who actually would be like fuck it let's go to Vegas and see how psychic I am in the casinos! In the context of season 1 Sam is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too angsty and tragic to do anything other than come across as a stick in the mud who thinks Dean is joking and they're gonna carry on being tragic and hunting monsters instead. Dean in season 2, episode 9, also wanted to fuck off and go have fun when Sam's scary destiny got too much for him to carry, and that was when he was locked in the murder or save him vow from John's last words, which is a similar burden to the narrative bind he's in with Jack.

Jack, all of his fathers' son, finally shows up as the god damn first person to take his doom sensibly and actually want to fuck off to Vegas, and that's demon!Dean levels of fuck it.

Incidentally I half-suspect that Crowley, who has billions of dollars and once bid the moon in an auction (hi I watched 99% of 8x02 yesterday and 1% of it just now) probably was steering demon!Dean waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay carefully around the thought of wait a minute I have an extremely rich and powerful sugar daddy and no responsibilities... VEGAAAAAAAS.

Like, any time Dean started to form the thought, bam, naked triplets show up in their room.

Anyway Jack's busy being tragic, talking about wanting to get a tan (Beach now linked to something to do before death) or see a hockey game (oh shit we forgot Adam) or get a parking ticket (oh so that's why Dean murders him)

"And when it's all over... die."

Dean looks over his shoulder, mind made up to abduct the boy and take him joyriding

"So that's your plan, huh?"

"I don't want to waste time arguing"

"Did I say I disagree"

jack, this is Fun Dad

I know, the concept is completely radical and you've never seen Dean be fun but trust me.

Even with your very, very limited options, Sam has literally had 3 episodes about how he's Scrooge, and Cas is... Cas. But Dean is legitimately fun dad when you get him on a good day. Trust me.

No one's speaking to Rowena??? How wild.

Poor thing is never going to get her mega coven

Dean (who has rocked up already wearing his jacket) spaces out as Sam starts blahing on about the culturally appropriative shaman Ketch has located.

Same, buddy

At least Dean isn't lying to them about stealing Jack. Somewhat. Not the whole Vegas plan.

Jack smiles at Sam and Cas in a kind of way that somehow conveys in its entirety "this may be the last time you see me but I'm cool with you NOT seeing me die of coughing my lungs up and fun dad has this covered and we've always had a weird death cult about our relationship anyway so I'm okay with it and you guys were the best dads but now fun dad is going to take me out back and shoot me where you can't see and I love you bye"

"Why don't you drive?"

Jack is like ?!?!?!?!? D:

EVEN ON HIS DEATHBED he hadn't figured this would ever happen

It's the make a wish foundation :')

This is, of course, the ultimate sign of Dean loving you and caring for you in Dean's own special way of not telling you he does but showing it with a gesture of absolute confidence and letting you in, and in the vast annuls of the show dates back to the second ever episode where Dean let Sam drive at the end for all of 1 shot (seriously, they've swapped back by the long shot at the end of 1x02 where you can't see them in the car but the prop drivers are definitely doing a generic Sam in the passenger seat Dean driving routine for stock footage :P)

Anyway Dean loves Jack enough that he's letting a kid who does not know how to drive learn to drive in the Impala, like he and Sam did.

I can see Alex sweating bullets about being seated next to Jensen in the beloved Impala and having to mess up turning it on... never mind the fact that both Jensen AND Dean will murder him if he harms the car, and being murdered on both levels at once is spiritually unsettling and he will probably end up an unquiet ghost.

And yet, the glee at being behind the wheel of this legendary gal

TRAGIC NYOOOOOM

"It's like I'm you! :D"

"No, it's not! :D (but with implied murder)"

"THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER"

Look if he survives this, you're creating a speed demon who will want his own classic car

And then you'll have to teach him how to maintain it

oh god

But yeah, non-toxic parenting in the John Winchester As He Could Have Been style.

At least as long as Dean is in the Make A Wish mode and not back to tragic murder mode

And that wooziness that he may or may not be associating with no sleep and too much stress suggests this isn't going to last as a Fun Day Trip For The Boy

"Cas are you sure you want to handle this alone?"

NO HE NEEDS A HUG HIS SON IS DYING

Sam, go hug him, you need a hug and your son is dying.

Also, of course, you mutually need each other in this instance and Sam is reaching out to Cas with presumably the intent that he wants to be in on it but is asking as if just concerned about Cas

Cas, being Cas, has somehow deduced that Dean is "taking this particularly hard" despite the fact all three of them are Concerned Dads and CAS WHAT THE FUCK are you doing being selflessly concerned about DEAN and sizing up his emotional state when all three of you are wrecked and your son is dying?

You literally have 3x the sitting at his bedside holding his hand moments of any of them and montaged the heck out of the concern at the start of the episode

I remember way back someone wankily made a chart of how often people talked to Dean about stuff and other people talked to each other about Dean, and Sam is now crying about Dean beating himself up over being mean to Jack at the start of season 13 and regretting it, so this entire conversation is Sam and Cas man paining at each other about how much man pain Dean is in.

I say with no wank in my heart, just sheer horrified amusement at this data point if they still are hate-watching the show and being horrified about how Sam never gets stuff for himself etc (I mean. He and Cas both have had extended chunks of seasons about them parenting Jack and this is Dean's time to come belatedly to what the two of them already had)

Cas finally says "son" a season and change after Jack was wandering around calling him "father" and Sam doesn't seem inclined to disagree that this is how it feels for all 3 of them.

Obviously he's crying about Jack and it was just the context above that made it look like he was crying about Dean and I always knew that, I'm not a monster, I'm just deflecting because owwwwwwwww this hurts

HUG EACH OTHER YOU DUMB FUCKS SO I FEEL BETTER

Cas walks off instead and Sam finally after 1000 years discovers how Dean feels when Cas does that when he was angling to come along and they miscommunicated and didn't say what they meant. Except Sam wanted to come out of mutual Dad Angst comfort while Dean normally wants to go with Cas places so he can hold his hand.

Jack's so proud of himself for being able to drive.

"Born with a wheel in your hand"

He literally stole the Impala from you when he was 7 months in the womb

Dean is like, we could get you laid? And Jack is like. Nah. I have a better idea.

No idea what right now but he still doesn't wanna bang anyone

Ugh a Nick scene. Tag yourself I'm the old tyre in the foreground

Is this the house from Family Remains aka the self-admitted worst episode of the show by Kripke and Carver's explicit design

I am going to puke Jack wanted to go on a fishing trip with his dad

There were spoilers about them doing this but I repressed it the fuck down and lied to myself that Jensen was randomly teaching Alex to fish on set because I didn't want to think about Dean doing this with Jack because oh my god someone has taken my heart and gouged it out with a rusty spoon.

Also: someone design Jack a t-shirt with a witty slogan about fishing rather than hook ups. Like, dude bro fishing culture but in a world where you're as likely to get dumb slogans about not wanting sex as you are for it making you a babe magnet

"I'd rather be fishin" is a thing people get on mugs for the workplace but we could start with this sentiment and play

ALSO AS I MENTIONED I WATCHED 8x02 IN THE LAST 24 HOURS AND DEAN NEAR RIVERS SUCKS. We also have 10x01 and Daniel the fishing angel (who was the pizza man from Monster Movie, see above: slogans about fishing, pizza man innuendo, we got a thing going here) who was happy on Earth just fishing and enjoying the planet and not wanting to go back to Heaven, in a very heavy metaphor for Cas to deal with, as the angel who once compared free will to teaching poetry to fish. Lots and lots to unpack here, when we turn this into a Dean and Jack father son bonding moment and throw in Dean's peaceful dream of fishing in 4x20 that Cas interrupted. Fishing is about peace and idyll and comes as a temporary respite in this show. Traditionally, also, of course it's a sport of patience, and a classic father son bonding activity as the long stillness allows for both manly silence and sharing beers in peace, but also talk if they want to open up a conversation.

For Jack, it's an overlap of both Cas and Dean parental stuff, Cas's issues with angelic nature, where he wants to be, WHO he wants to be (just OFFERING to give up his grace to save Jack) and then with Dean we have more classic human cultural tropes but none less painful for Jack's nature and relationships. Especially throwing in that this was his choice and Dean is indulging him completely here.

John may or may not have taught them to fish but I feel like it may have had a "so you are dying in the woods" aspect to it rather than for peace and bonding. BOBBY taught Sam and Dean some basic woodsmanship so he was more likely to be the father figure teaching them to fish if anyone did.

Okay so obviously I typed that just after clutching my heart at the reveal and hitting pause, as Jack immediately goes on to say that John DID teach Dean how to fish and that it was his happiest memory of him - and it comes as a surprise for the expectations (like, that the above paragraph now stands as what I would expect of canon if I was only taking from it and not as an actual writer of the show being allowed to insert new details in which challenge us about the characters, which is where I find the line between fan fic and original fiction really is when it comes to characterisation... Anything out of left-field and you have to tag it as an AU version or explain why instead of just writing it as taken for granted).

And it's unexpected in the sense that it is such a peaceful thing and above all I think the message is that Jack intuited from whatever Dean said about it that it WAS a happy peaceful memory of John which stood so much at odds with the rest of his life. Filed under as well the thing where Mary started talking about how nice John was to Sam and Sam recoiled in confusion until Mary clarfied it was her John, not theirs. Good memories of a gentle soft John are alarming, and yet perhaps this is a way to really confront and exorcise his ghost more than anything - the sort of funeral servive memorialising of the good with the bad and working through it to come to peace in a different sort of way that lets the wounds heal and the anger leave those scars.

"It was how you said it. I could tell." He's such a smart cookie and I think that often takes Dean by surprise in the sense that Jack has been very shrewdly watching him and learning from him and absorbing anything and everything he does, which unfortunately gives him the ability to cold read Dean like very few people do, seeing past the layers and bluffs and into Dean's core.

Jack just murdered Dean by saying if he doesn't make it he wouldn't miss Tahiti or the Taj Mahal or implied going to seedy bars and hooking up, he'd miss more time with Dean.

I mean that's not a literal way to kill someone but you should see Dean's face. He's been shot.

And again, it's a metaphor for what you want from life for DEAN to absorb, the prompt that his family is right here and he doesn't need to chase pleasure outside of them, that hook up bar nearby their home base where he never strikes out, that's irrelevant to the family he has built and it's been put in the subtext of what Dean goes after that's empty pleasure when he has this core family unit around him, by the way Jack has also rejected it and is explaining to Dean the real meaning of Christmas.

Of course, this all gets a bit weird unless you account for the fact he has an angel wearing a trenchcoat made of husband material waiting back at the Bunker because the chronic singleton life otherwise probably ought to account for an outlet for Dean like a hook up bar if his happy ending is a platonic family bond so, you know, end the show 10 minutes from now with everyone happy and alive and not dying, and all Dean's learned is they're 3 dads, one son, a mom and her AUBobby, but he still has unused romantic potential and for seasons and seasons they've been trying to close the door on him seeking out random hook ups in the subtext of what Dean WANTS vs what he thinks he can have. This frank conversation about what Jack wants from life before it's all over is once again ignoring fleeting human connection for the family bonds he values above everything.

"I've had a good life, Dean" the other reason they're having this sentimental conversation by a river is because Jack is a fucking mayfly and I hate this

@ Dabb please never make me see Cas driving this car ever again

Why are you irritating Cas like this. First boring holy fire oh it must be thursday followed by the indignity of making him sit on a pouffe? Listen, when Cas gets irritated he gets snarky and then people die because he snarked them to death. I saw it he did it to the Empty. And Lucifer in 13x12. And Kip.

I just feel sorry for Cas. Why can't he go on fishing trips with the boy. Oh no he has to sit on a squishy pouffe that won't let him be intimidating so that he can cure the boy even though Jack's already decided he's gonna die and will probably Ophelia himself into the river at the end of the fishing trip.

Sergei is basically like "Have you tried turning it off and on again"

Nephilim have a reboot button on the back of their neck, if you get a paperclip and poke it in there.

At least Sergei is so... whatever he is... I can't even tell who he is supposed to be offensive towards :P I guess with the name, I lean Russian, and then he has world esoterica and occult nonsense in his caravan...

The real question is how does he know anything about Nephilim and why hasn't Cas asked that already.

LOL he has a vial of Gabriel grace just lying around. Of course, because Gabriel was just offering it up to everyone.

Considering how he was exploited for it by Asmodeus there's a weird tinge of retconning his own abuse by saying he was going around giving it to everyone before Asmodeus ever bought him and started stealing it on the regular.

Still, it IS awfully tempting a fix to have Uncle Gabriel help Jack out from beyond.

/distantly: "I'm not dead!"

sometimes I can still hear his voice.

It's way more likely Shit Goes Down and this is lost but then Cas has learned what to do with archangel grace to fix Jack just so long as they can pin down Michael and grab his instead.

But I guess in that circumstance at least once again Gabriel gave them part of the answer from beyond the grave as he did in season 5.

("Still not dead!!")

shush Gabriel. The show wants us to think you're dead and my complete disbelief in that doesn't change anything for now.

Except that maybe Gabriel came back, is fine, but has been removing his grace and selling it in the here and now while claiming not to be Gabriel and that he just haaaappens to have it and because he has no grace he could just be any old guy who happens to have an endless renewable resource of archangel grace secretly on tap to sell to fund his life of laying low. Sergei even says HE got it as part of keeping Gabriel hidden.

I'm kind of assuming Sergei isn't Gabriel unless he offers Cas kielbasa

I mean unless later I get a bonus cookie for immediately assuming Sergei is Gabriel based on the holy fire he just happened to have prepared and how similar it looked to Gabriel being trapped in 5x08.

On the other hand this may be the first time this season but pointing at literally everyone and going, that's probably Gabriel, will get old and also dock me cookie points the more wrong guesses I throw out there. Still, this one has pretty strong evidence, from messing with Cas to making him say "Porn stars"

To, um, having Gabriel's grace

Okay so Sergei gives Cas all of this out of the goodness of his heart and a "you owe me" and I AM wondering if that's a Buckleming special because remember in 8x19 where they were like hi we need to go to Hell immediately, and Ajay was like sure, I will take you to Hell and this episode is even titled after me so clearly I am an important character who *stab stab reaper dying noises* wow look I guess we don't have a bargain after all despite me saying you owe me but then Crowley just maaaaagically made it so you never had to find out what a reaper would want in exchange for taking you to Hell off the books.

Also fuck you I never got to finish my pizza

While I've been typing some random ass justice for Ajay screed, Nick has revealed a flashback to 14x02 where it turns out his neighbour said it was a cop who he saw coming out of the house. I literally went back and checked the episode and that wasn't in it, so perhaps it's a new flashback for here, fleshing out that conversation and revealing more for us, and changing the narrative of what Nick's up to, but honestly who cares enough about all this... I was double zoned out for flashbacks I'd already seen for a side story i don't care about

Wow, Nick, demons killed ya family. Could have told you that.

Aw, Dean brought Jack home. No dying out in the wilderness for you, clearly Cas phoned up before Jack could work out his plan to fling himself into the river.

Also Nick has taken up too much of this episode so there's no room for complicated twists and turns, if Buckleming are banned from introducing too many of them.

It's incredible how subdividing them so Eugenie writes all the Nick stuff and Brad writes the rest has elevated the parts of the story we care about to pretty much passable, give or take whatever Sergei was and who he was offensive to aside from the whole concept of calling yourself a shaman because you travelled the world collecting occult stuff in a sort of Aleister Crowley way.

'cept you can't namedrop Aleister on this show because both Alastair and Crowley have stolen too much from him.

So you get a knock off Sergei instead.

Jack hasn't been having as many of the supposed fainting fits that had everyone dogpiling him as I thought - maybe that's next episode too. Could have had one at the start but that doesn't seem enough to be a repeated annoyance of Alex's life :P

Anyway I was just going to comment on his sweater but that thought hopped in there first wondering if the spell was about to knock him flat, as he's sitting on a chair instead of safely in bed.

All the more dramatic for flinging yourself around if the spell messes you up

(honestly if the spells don't work, and they took him out of the hospital, how much of a bizarre commentary is this on trusting modern medicine and vaccinating your nephilims?)

It's 7:20 and my neighbours are yelling again

At least being awake since 3 meant I got a bit more peace and quiet than normal. I feel gross but I may go to yoga just to not be stuck in this room with such awful screeching on both sides of me >.>

Oh I can tell Sergei is Gabriel, he put the grace in a gold container instead of the silver ones

I'm sorry for the expenses, Zerbe

I wonder if they use her products on the show and I'm gonna go on my dash and find her beaming about a specially commissioned shiny gold grace that she made for them :P

"Here, hold this bottle of your uncle's essence"

".... okay I understand how weird that sounded on hindsight"

I love the idea of Jack's grace now being fuelled by Nice Uncle Gabriel who felt kindly towards him, even if this can't be a permanent fix, it changes his internal make up just a bit so that he symbolically has his grace stolen by his shitty bio father but the power only came from him in the first place and there was all the hoo ha about if Lucifer as his father made him inherently evil. Now whatever happens to Jack, he's had a grace transplant from a suitable donor, very much like a parallel of say he needed a kidney transplant and his 2 viable donors were his shitty deadbeat dad who gave him the kidney condition in the first place and his nice dead uncle who happened to have been an organ donor and was the only other one with the same type (if Lucifer's was X evil negative, then I guess Gabriel's is like X tricksy negative which has enough receptors to be a compatible transfusion, while Cas has like, Z dumbass positive grace and no compatibility)

And Gabriel is a beloved character who proved his kind feeling towards Jack even if they had very little bonding overall, he clearly cared and there was an immediate sort of uncle-y kindness about him in relation to Jack (just the comment alone about identifying that Jack liked shiny things and magic tricks is very much how uncles view small children who they may watch and entertain but not in the end have parental responsibility for), which is hilarious to me because Gabriel deeply reminds me of all 3 of my uncles on my mum's side, who are all 3 different shades of trickster god in their own right, and he always has reminded me of them, and now the show has sort of made Uncle Gabriel his new legacy.

I mean. I love it to bits.

It's not a sacrifice FOR Jack like Cas would have given up his grace, but it's still a part of him passed on to Jack.

I am very very aware that like me running my mouth about John (ironically the name of one of my uncles) while hitting pause, I've stopped while Jack is looking up with glowing eyes and he's almost certainly about to spew a fountain of blood across the room and fall on the floor. But I like that the grace even interacted with him and lit up his eyes and unless he physically barfs out the grace to I'm sticking by that ramble.

Cas smiled!! That's the once per season and we already hit it at episode 7, woe betide us

This does look, however, like the scene where they were all looking on from the door so... blood spew in 5 4 3 2 1...

DOGPILE THE BOY

Er, I mean, help him

God I would not want Jared to dogpile me, the man weighs literally as much as an actual moose

Uhoh Sergei made Cas mad

I mean

he made him sit on a pouffe, this was always coming

What do you mean Eugenie can't let Lucifer go wow what a shock

*kicks a pebble*

Ah, here's the concerned dads scene. I'm just going to let that be a balm to my soul while Dean laments ever taking Jack out to have fun.

"You made him happy. You did more for him than any of us"

1 dude you tried, 2 you took him on hunting trips and had fun already this season so he got his Cas Time before he died like he wanted 3 just fucking abduct him wrapped in a duvet and go fishing in the dead of night if you have to, trust me, he'd love it and your family is such a mess he wouldn't even think it's weird.

I mean you've literally absconded illegally with him before, what's a trip up to that beach where he was born and some fishing gear really going to cost you with annoyance from Dean

"What can we do?" "Watch over him," Rowena says with Cas in the background, and continues to carve me out with a rusty spoon

"As he dies"

Nah he'll be fine shut up Rowena D:

*whimper*

Well that was a very good episode if you act like me and pretend that none of the Nick stuff happened at all.

#14x07 #season 14 spoilers #my stuff

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SPN 8x23: “Sacrifice”

THE ROAD SO FAR: Kicking ass, taking names. Dean got out of Purgatory. Sam hit a dog. Kevin discovered the way to close the Gates of Hell forever. Abaddon is in the wind. Naomi mind-controlled Cas. The trials are “purifying” Sam. Metatron. Crowley is putting the Winchesters in a difficult place. What will they do now?

(Set to the show’s official/unofficial theme song.)

Aww Jody!

Roderick. Crowley used his human middle name as an alias.

Why must I always be reminded of what Jody went through?

Man, Jody was just trying to get back on the dating scene. She didn’t deserve to almost die.

“You have less than one minute before a very dear, attractive, and slightly tipsy friend of yours snuffs it.”

“Call it off, Crowley.”

“Because?”

“Because it's over, you son of a bitch. We want to deal.”

Did the Winchesters already have their plan?

“First, I need to hear two little words -- I surrender.”

The show never let us hear Dean say “I surrender”. Good.

Nice location.

“You hid the Demon Tablet underneath the devil? Seriously?”

Sam looking like a real supermodel.

“All right, listen, this is a secret lair. You understand me? No keggers.” Kevin’s our next guest in the Bunker.

Houston, Texas. (Aaayyyy, my hometown!)

“What was he like?”

“Who? Oh. God? Mm, pretty much like you'd expect. Larger-than-life, gruff, bit of a sexist. But fair -- eminently fair.”

Hmm. I’d say that’s a good description.

The second “angel trial”: retrieve Cupid’s bow.

:Cas didn’t want to kill again.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

At Bobby’s old scrapyard. (I bet it was Crowley’s idea to meet up here.)

There’s Bobby’s car. :( (Isn’t there any way they can take it with them and have it at the Bunker?)

“You know why I always defeat you? It's your humanity. It's a built-in handicap.“ Huh, didn’t Soulless Sam say something similar?

Who’s plan was this?

“Sooner or later, you're gonna have to face it -- you're ours. Which means that your demon ass is going to be a mortal ass pretty damn quick.”

“What's he mouthing on about?”

“You're the third trial, Crowley.”

Oohh!!!

“Would you say that you're looking for, uh, a partner in crime... ...or, uh, someone who's into nurse role-play and light domination?”

“Brother, it's 10:00 a.m. on a Tuesday.”

I love Cas.

(Okay, but tell me that doesn’t describe Destiel. Partners in crime, where one is into nurse role-play, Cas, and light domination, Dean.)

NOO, NOT THE BARTENDER.

“Stop. Please, Castiel, don't make this any worse. Please.”

“How you feeling?”

“Honestly, for the first time in a long time, it feels like we're gonna win. I'm good.”

Aww.

“You ever, uh -- you ever done the ‘forgive me, father’ before?”

“Well, once, when we were kids.”

What did Sam say back then?

“I have no clue what to say now.”

“Well, I mean, I could give you suggestions if you want.”

“O-okay. Yeah, sure.”

“All right. Well, I'm just spit-balling here, but if I were you, uh... Ruby, killing Lilith, letting Lucifer out, losing your soul, not looking for me when I went to Purgatory--”

Yeah Sam, you got a list.

“Well, that was you.”

“...Carry on.”

Pfftt.

We won’t get to see Dean’s confessional until S10, I think.

“Okay, um...if anybody's listening, here goes.” I would’ve liked to have seen Sam’s confession.

Cas has come to Dean for help.

Metatron, meet Naomi.

Who would’ve known that between these two evils, Naomi was the lesser one?

"Of the blessings set before you, make your choice and be content." I do like that.

“Metatron, the guy who was full-on crazy, cat-lady-hoarder angel yesterday -- now he wants to save Heaven?”

“Yes, he wants to. But I'm the only one in who can. I can't fail, Dean, not on this one. I need your help.”

NOOO. What did I say about being the “only one” being shady??

“Now, if anybody needs a chaperone while doing the heavy lifting, it's Sam.” Of course that’s when Sam had to walk in.

“Start the injections now. If I'm not back in eight hours, finish it, no questions, no hesitation.”

The third trial has officially begun.

“According to your own words this morning...this is not what I do. It's what I did. You told me I was out, Dean.”

“There is no out. Only duty.” Damn, Cas.

“...until the day you cease to exist, and then another Prophet takes your place.”

I love that Cas has to add that technicality.

Owww, Crowley! That hurt me.

He got a good amount of blood too.

Oh, we ‘bout to get it!!

“Your, uh, buddy over there thinks you saved his life.” AWW. Cas probably went over and healed him after the angels had left.

This could’ve been one of the last times Dean and Cas have a conversation...and it’s about whether Cas might die soon.

“So this is it? E.T. goes home.” You know damn well Cas doesn’t understand pop culture.

Gail, our Cupid.

“Damn, that's sweet.” “ Damn, that's sweet.”

There it was.

"Nice to Be with You” by Gallery.

Dean’s just in total awe.

I’m so proud my hometown is canonically the location of that scene.

Crowley would be singing that song. “Changes” by David Bowie.

“Hello, boys.”

Ouch. There went Sam.

“Give us your bow.” Slow your roll, Cas.

“Talk first, stab later.”

“Do you know what I find the most shocking about time-traveling through a closet and landing in the year 2013? Somebody thought it was a good idea to make you the King of Hell.”

“Right now, you and I are gonna talk about regime change.”

Burned Abaddon to a crisp. Good job, Sam.

Cas acquires cupid’s bow.

“...to sit at God's feet, to be asked to write down his word? The ache I felt when he was gone, telling myself, "Father's left, but look what he's left us -- paradise." But you and your Archangels couldn't leave well enough alone. You ran me from my home. Did you really think you could do all of that to me and there'd be no payback?”

Naomi ain’t buying it...but she seems to have figured out what he’s really up to.

Oh, is this the scene with Crowley?

It is!

“We just shared a foxhole, you and I. We beat back the Tet Offensive, outrun the --the Rape of Nanking together! And still you're gonna do me like this?! Aah! Aah! ‘Band of Brothers’? ‘The Pacific’? None of this means anything to you? All those motels, you never once watched HBO, not once? ‘Girls’? You're my Marnie, Moose. A-and Hannah -- she just --she needs to be loved. She deserves it.”

Wow. Fine acting form Mark Sheppard there.

“Would it be possible, Moose...I'd like...to ask you a-a favor, Sam. Earlier, when you were confessing back there...what did you say? I only ask because, given my history...it raises the question... Where do I start...to even look for forgiveness?” Mark Sheppard is truly doing a great job.

Human!Crowley was wonderful.

“Come on, Kev! We're on the one-yard line here.”

“Okay, a-and I should have mentioned this six months ago, but the sports metaphors -- y-you want to motivate me, "Magic" cards, "Skyrim," Aziz Ansari.”

“What? Yeah, I don't know what those words mean.”

Pfft.

“Metatron isn't trying to fix anything. He's trying to break it -- an act of revenge for driving him away.”

“Break it how?”

“Expel all Angels from Heaven, just as God cast out Lucifer.”

“Cast you out? To where? Hell?”

“Here. Thousands of us, walking the Earth.”

Naomi’s telling the truth.

Dean can stop a powerful warrior with one touch.

“If Sam completes those trials, he is going to die.” Oh dear.

“I will listen.”

“Dean, I'm not wrong. I'm going to fix my home.” I’m not sure which I consider more painful: that Cas was wrong, or that Cas still considered heaven his home.

Now knowing that Naomi’s still alive, it’s kinda obvious that a drill to the head wouldn’t have killed her and she was just catatonic here.

“She told you I lied, didn't she? You should've listened to the bitch.” Metatron, you asshole.

“What's going on? Where's Cas?!”

“Metatron lied. You finish this trial, you're dead, Sam.”

“So?”

That one little word shattered my heart.

“These were never trials, Castiel. This is a spell. And what I'm taking from you now -- your essence, your Grace -- is the last piece.”

The moment that changed Cas forever.

“Think about it. Think about what we know, huh? Pulling souls from Hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a Hellhound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here.” 2 of these 3 things will come back. They’ll work a case that involves killing a hellhound in S12, and even sooner than that, they’ll cure demon!Dean.

“You want to know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let you down. I can't do that again. What happens when you've decided I can't be trusted again?”

(So Sam was jealous of Cas?)

“Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it -- none of it -- is true. Listen, man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy...come on. I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you.”

Dean loves his little kid brother very much, and it is the backbone of this show.

“Hey, listen,we will figure it out, okay, just like we always do. Come on.”

“Castiel?! Where the hell are you?” Cas can’t come to the phone right now.

And where the hell was Kevin gonna go??

What a tragic and beautiful shot.

“Angels. They’re falling.”

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 8x23 #sacrifice #season finales are always a doozy

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Inexplicable Fate (Part 22)

Prompt: When a blinding pain overtakes you at work, what will be in store for your life when you run into the Winchesters and learn Lucifer’s son is about to be born?

Warning: Language, pain, angst, violence, fighting (verbal and physical)…fear of insanity??

Word Count: 2527

Notes: This is for @roxyspearing gif challenge. It’s a Jack x Reader fic (so Season 12 and 13 spoilers) Long, slow burn, (a little slow paced at first).

Beta’d by the ever fabulous @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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Your chest felt as if a building was sitting on it while you stumbled back. Michael? Procreate? Angels? Nephilim?

“Y/N?” Sam said cautiously as he slowly stood but you continued to slowly back away.

“Holy Hell,” Dean mused. “So...God wants you two to--” he wagged his finger between the two of you, pointing at you and Jack “--to reproduce angels? That’s what all of this was for? Finding us on that road in Colorado, your powers, the weird attraction?” His brows were knitted in thought, everyone’s was, now that he’d spoken it aloud.

“My love?” Jack cooed as he eyed your shock stricken form. Your eyes snapped to him and that feeling you felt when you always saw him, it soared through you. But now...now it felt damnable.

“I---I--I can't do this,” you said before running to your room and closing the door, shaking from overwhelming feelings you couldn’t even sort out right now.

Michael was your distant grandfather? As in the archangel Michael? As in the flaming sword Michael? As in the angel who put your boyfriend’s father into Hell? And...How does that sentence even sound right to you?

Now you’re being told you have to...What? Repopulate the angels by...by...by being a brood mare for Jack?

In the midst of your panic, a knock came at your door, and it surprised you to see the eldest Winchester.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted. “Can I come in?”

Your hands were between your knees as you rung your hands nervously. You nodded in response, not knowing what else to do. He came sauntering in and sat on the bed beside you.

“So…Crazy stuff, right?” he asked, a little bit of a laugh coming out and you shot him a look. He raised his hands and tilted his head to the side. “Sorry. I just...yeah...How you holdin’ up?”

“How do you think? I just found out I’m Michael’s great granddaughter...I..I’m supposed to be with Jack to create angels,” you said, narrowing your eyes and throwing your arm back to gesture vaguely at his location in the bunker. “And I’m supposed to be okay with that? I’m supposed to be okay with the fact that nothing I’ve felt up until now is real?” you demanded, getting angry. “I’m supposed to be okay with the fact that I’m not human? I’m half arch angel and I don’t even get a say in it?”

“Who says you don’t get a say?” he retorted. “Me and Sam? Hell, Lucifer and Michael were fighting over us like pieces of meat. Who was going to wear who like a meat suit. Both of us said no. It was told to us by everyone that it was fate. It would be. But we said no, and we won.”

“Michael still inhabited your other brother Adam...And Lucifer did inhabit Sam. So they won…” you quietly reminded.

“They said we’d tear each other apart, and we haven't done that,” he noted.

“But Dean this isn’t telling the angels to fuck off,” you stressed. “This is….this is my future with Jack,” you said, choking on your own words. “So any kids we have, they’ll be an angel. So--So--So what? They can just come down and take them? Do they even get a choice to be born down here? If Jack and I want kids of our own…” The idea trailed off, breaking your heart. You’d always wanted kids, a family, the cookie cutter life. You thought you’d get that with Jack. But now you learn whatever children you have are Heaven’s property? That had to be worse than not having kids at all.

“So do that,” he said.

“Do what?” you asked, exhausted.

“Tell the angels to fuck off. We’ve done it-- a lot. It’s not hard,” he informed.

“Maybe for you and Sam. You’re the Winchesters--”

“Who are just human. You and Jack? You’re stronger than both of your fathers. You can beat the two biggest bads there are, on your own. Together? You two can wipe them out and anyone else who tries to come for you.”

“But...to be told my fate is this. To know that...that everything lined up perfectly for this. It’s...it makes me feel powerless. To know that no matter what I did, my parents did, my ancestors did, we would end up here. I would still meet you on that road to my house, I would still follow Cas...To know none of it was free will...I mean...The feelings I feel for Jack aren’t even real,” you said, raising your head, the tears flowing freely now. “And it’s not like I can change that. I can’t pack up and forget about him and marry someone else. I’d always know he was out there, and that I loved him…”

Dean nodded slowly. After a moment he said, “I get it. The angels told me and Sam the same thing. That free will didn’t exist. That it was all an elaborate chess game from thousands of years ago, becoming truth. But I told them to go to hell and the plan be damned. You think they won, but they didn’t. You still have free will, and if you don’t want to have angel kids - don’t.”

“Dean...I know...I know that for you it’s easy. I know you’re gonna do whatever you want, which is fine. It’s always worked for you two, but...If God wants me to replenish the angels….I know they’re sort of psychotic. I know they’ve put you through hell. But maybe...If they were our kids they wouldn’t do that. We could raise them like a family, remind them about love and compassion and do away with the diligent soldier bit…”

Dean sat there a long time, mulling over your words. He didn’t know what to say, not at first. Your situation was very different from one he’d ever been in. His were always relatively black and white: kill the bad guy, save himself and everyone else. But this was...something else entirely.

“I can’t tell you what to do. I can’t tell you to not do it, or do it. I can’t tell you what the right thing or the wrong thing is. Hell I can’t tell you that no matter what you do, you won’t still end up there anyway...But I can tell you, you don’t have to do it,” he said with finality, turning to you and giving you a look of confidence, of wisdom. He got up from the bed, leaving you to your thoughts and erratic emotions.

For what seemed like eternity, you sat in your room, your emotions still reeling, your mind still racing, your breathing hadn’t slowed. Until a familiar low voice sounded in your room.

“Y/N,” your best friend greeted, the unbelievable angel.

“Cas,” you whispered back, your back to him as you sat on the other side of your bed. He walked in and stood in front of you. “Did you know?” you wondered quietly. “All those months ago, when you felt inside my chest...Did you know?”

“No. I didn’t. I had no idea what was inside you.”

You chewed your lip, unable to comprehend all of this. “And Michael? Did you know about that divine plan?”

He shook his head and gave you an apologetic expression. “No. I never knew Michael’s plan. I think that was a confidential mission for him.”

“Yeah, seems so,” you scoffed slightly. “Cas...What do I do?” you asked, looking up at him, a million questions burning in your eyes, in your face, behind your tongue.

He sighed and shrugged. “I...I think you should know...while you and Jack were in Florida...We didn’t hear from you two for a few days...So I went to the sandbox. I talked with an informant...They had told me that they were going to put you and Jack to work, to replenish the population. At the time, I thought they meant with power...energy. I had no idea they meant procreation,” he confessed.

You peered at him. “You knew this, and you didn’t tell us?”

“No. I only found out why they wanted you. Why they tried to kidnap you in January. Why they tried to go after Jack whenever he was vulnerable. They want you two for that purpose.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” you commented quietly. The two of you were silent for a long time. “If it were you...what would you do?”

“That’s...a good question,” he said as he walked over and sat beside you on the bed. “Not too long ago, I would’ve said do what God says. Whatever he commands, should take place.”

“Thy will shall be done?” you mocked lightly, bumping his shoulder.

A small smile played at his lips. “Yes, I suppose that’s the case. I don’t know. I felt lost for a very long time. I was a warrior, a soldier. Everything was black and white. The missions were clear. But as I’ve been on Earth, as I’ve been with Sam and Dean...They’ve shown me another way. They’ve shown me we are our own person, that we do have free will.”

You laughed without humor. “Yeah, Dean just said that to me.”

“He has a point,” he remarked with a bit of a nudge.

“Cas...This isn’t...This isn’t just choosing between personal preservation and the world or whatever. This is my life. My children. My future with Jack,” you stressed, feeling completely helpless.

“I know, and I can’t imagine how this must feel.”

“It’s not Kelly. I’m not...I’m not having a child that could maybe save the world. I’m guaranteeing that all of Jack’s children and mine will be angels. That’s if we have them! What if I get pregnant with someone else? What happens then? Do I even get to keep my children? Would they know me? Or would they be like Zachariah and Uriel?” you asked. “My...life...has been planned out for me and I had no idea. It didn’t matter any decision I made, any hard work I ever did, any failures or successes, I would still be here. I have no control over my life.”

“Yes you do. I didn’t think I did. But I promise you, you do,” he vowed confidently. “I didn’t have to stay and follow my brothers, or God. I had a choice. I always did.”

“Right, but your choices are easier than mine. Mine are have angel kids or have no kids,” you retorted. “For you and Sam and Dean...Your choices only affected you, not...not your future children. If I had to make test tube angels, it would be completely different. But it’s not...It’s...This is the old fashioned way of making children, making love, conceiving a child, and me carrying it to term...I don’t know if I can just give a kid up.”

Just as Dean had done, he sat there, spinning your words over in his head. Finally, he spoke though.

“I think...that you need to do whatever your heart says. At the end of the day, do whatever makes the most sense to you,” he said, a bit of introspection painted on his face.

“That’s the hard part,” you breathed with a quiet laugh.

“Just...think about it and don’t do anything you regret,” he advised as he stood and you thanked him for his help. He gave you a small smile and left the room.

Another patch of time seemed to fly by when you heard someone walk in, and your emotions took over. “Sam, please. I just...I want to be left alone,” you firmly said, exhaustion in your voice.

“It’s not Sam,” your boyfriend corrected lightly, making you snap your head in his direction.

“Oh, Jack,” you breathed. “I’m sorry,” you apologized, shaking your head as Jack made no hesitation to get to you, sitting next to you, his arm around your shoulders as he held you close.

“Don’t be. I’m sure this is stressful,” he replied.

After a moment, you didn’t know what to say. What could you say now that you hadn’t already said?

Except one thing. “I don’t know what to do,” you whispered.

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“Well...What do we do?” you stressed, turning to face him.

“I...don’t know,” he confessed, frowning. “What’s going through your mind?” he asked as he peered at you.

“That...this--us--isn’t real,” you said, your hand gently laying over his, the light flooding it as always. “That that isn’t real. The feelings I have for you aren’t real.”

“How are they not real? Do you not love me?” he countered.

“Jack...It doesn’t matter how I feel. It matters that God put this in motion a long time ago. This isn’t normal. You and me feeling something for each other, our emotions, our feelings, our responses, my dreams, none of it means anything, because it was just put in our head.”

He shook his head slightly and argued, “So what if it was? Prophecies can be broken, it doesn’t mean that what we’ve felt for each other over these past couple of months means nothing. I still care for you, whether it was foretold or not, and I will continue to care for you because that’s how I feel, not how God is making me feel.”

“It doesn’t bother you that your feelings were put there? That they aren’t true?” you questioned.

“Does it not feel real to you?”

“It does, but that’s what bothers me,” you retorted.

“Then isn’t that all that matters? It feels real, and we’re happy?”

You shook your head. “Okay, let’s say it is,” you offered, “what about our kids?”

“We don’t need to make any rash decisions,” he started, and when you began to object, his eyes turned hard with warning for you to not interject. He grabbed your hands, the warm, soothing feelings and gold light shimmering casting over you. “This feeling. Us. Our...relationship. All of it feels very real to me. I know this is scary. I’m scared too. I’m worried. I’m curious. But I...I don’t want us to make decisions on something as big as having children right now when I don’t think either one of us is ready.”

Slowly, you nodded.

“I’m only two months old,” he reminded with a playful smile that you couldn’t help but return. “And you’re only twenty. We have a long time to decide on children and our future together and figure all of this out.”

You nodded again. He was right. There was no good in figuring all of this out now, seeing as you weren’t planning on children any time soon.

“Okay,” you acquiesced with a slight bob of your head.

“Okay?” he confirmed softly.

“Yeah. We’ll...We’ll put this on the back burner for now,” you agreed.

“Good,” he quietly said before leaning to kiss you, his hand automatically going to your hair. The taste and sensation of his lips the same as always: perfect.

Which is what scared you.

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 6 years

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Not All Black and White

Part 2

For @impala-dreamer and @wi-deangirl77‘s separate challenges. The title challenge and the fave spn ep challenge. Here’s the link for part 1. Here’s the link for Downton Abbey info.

Word Count: 2322 Warnings: canon = angst, a little fluff, mostly unbeta’d A/N: This is the part with A LOT of canon. I hope you like it. It was fun watching the ep and furiously typing out the script! P.S this was beta’d in it’s first draft by @whispersandwhiskerburn If you like it, please reblog and leave a comment or a gif, they make our world go round!

"Where's YN?" Dean asked, looking up from the trickster's body. The Winchester brother’s were back in the warehouse after driving a stake through the Trickster’s back. "Broheims!" YN called from the other end of the factory, barrelling towards her brothers, leaping into Dean's arms. “Broheims?” Dean mouthed at Sam over her shoulder, the middle Winchester shrugging. "What the hell was that?" She asked, pushing out of Dean's embrace and straight into Sam's. "The trickster threw us into TV land." Dean explained, Sam gestured to the body when YN let him go. "I guess he wasn't expecting it to turn into a crime documentary." YN snorted at her own joke, punching Sam's arm when he gave Dean an odd look.

Both Upstairs and Downstairs were all abuzz with today’s activities. A female shooter amongst the men! There was a quiet knock at the door as YN pulled on her boots. “Come in.” She called out, looking up when the door cracked open. “I’m decent.” She said with a chuckle. After being here a month, she’d had one male visitor… well one that respected privacy. The other visitor had been dragged by his tie into her room!

“Miss Winchester, I was wondering if you’d selected a gun yet?” A male’s voice came through the door. YN racked her brain, trying to the think of the name the voice belonged to. Once she’d zipped the second boot she stood and pulled the door open. Revealing Mister Mosley.

“I didn’t peg you as one for shooting, Mosley.” She said, smiling (to herself for remembering) and turning back into the room for the scarf Anna had left on the dresser. YN missed the look of shock on Mosley’s face for her knowing his name.

“I, umm, I-- Pardon me for asking, but I didn’t think you knew my name, Miss?” YN bit her bottom lip, back still turned to him. He had her, she hadn’t been introduced, hadn’t even seen him since she walked through the door. She composed her features and turned back to him. “I know you all, Mister Mosley, everything you do for us does not go unnoticed.”

"YN?" Dean asked, looking around the empty motel room after leaving the bathroom. "Sam?" He called, pulling his phone from his pocket, locking the room as he left. "Yeah, dude, where are you both? Call me." Dean ended the call as he planted himself in the Impala. "Dean?" Sam's voice came from the radio. "Sam? Where are you?" The older hunter looked around the cab of the Impala. "I dunno." Sam’s voice came again. "Oh god-- Where's YN?" Dean groaned as he put it together. "I guess we didn't kill the Trickster."

“It will shoot high, aim lower than your target.” Mosley reminded YN as he handed her his father’s shotgun. She gave him a small nod as she took the loaded rifle.

The hunter stood facing the butler a moment, closing her eyes and feeling the weight of the gun, understanding it. Something her father had once said reminded him of Mary, the only time John saw her hold a gun.

“If you’re rethinking your promise of showing us--” Branson began to tease from his line amongst the other men and their rifles. “Hush, you! I’ll have two down by the time you clip one.” YN called, winking at the butler before turning and lining up a shot at the top of the trees.

...

“Congratulations to the woman who showed us all up!” Lord Grantham said, raising his glass with the rest. “Two birds before anyone else!” Lady Edith said, very excited for her friend. “Well, she did warn us.” Branson laughed.

YN was riding the high that everyone else seemed to be enjoying, not forgetting Mr. Mosley, giving him a smile and raising her glass to him. She was sure with the wide eyes from the other staff, he’d have a good story at dinner that night!

“Have you seen Jack?” YN asked Rose as the blonde approached. “Said he had a call? Something he had to deal with? But don’t worry about him, how will you ever marry a man when you’re busy showing them up?” Rose giggled, clinking her glass against YN’s. “Do you mind if I excuse myself?” YN asked, finishing her drink in one gulp, much to Rose’s astonishment. “What shall I say--” Rose began but the hunter interrupted with a shrug. “Make up a story... I’ll see you at the house!” YN kissed her friend’s cheek and headed out from under the tent, using the treeline to help her sneak away.

As the laughter and chatter from the group faded behind her, a soft crackling started in front of her. The trees faded and walls were visible, dark and dank lighting lit the ground, now covered in concrete and dust, not tree roots and leaves. YN spun around, looking for a way out.

"Well played boys." "Dean! Sam!" YN called, stumbling on the spot she appeared, not too far from them. "YNN!" Sam opened his arms to her, instead receiving a punch to his arm. "I knew something was off." Sam muttered, rubbing the sore spot. "YN, nice to see you, how was upstairs?" The Trickster asked, a smirk stretching his face. "Fuck off." YN spat, staring him down.

"Where'd you get the holy oil from?" He changed tack, the smirk gone. "Let's just say we pulled it outta Sam's ass!" Dean quipped, trying not to laugh. "Explain?" YN whispered, looking at her taller brother. "Where'd I screw up?" The trickster, stuck in a circle of holy fire, sounded disappointed in himself! "You didn't, nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam explained.

"Cas?" YN hushed at Dean, glancing around the factory as if the angel would just appear, Dean just ground his teeth before answering the trickster’s look of confusion.

"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." Dean said. "Meaning?" Gabriel bit. "Well, call it personal experience, nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family." Although this hurt Dean’s youngest sibling, it suddenly made sense to YN, like a light switch being flicked in her head. "So which one are you, grumpy, sneezy, or douchey?" She was royally pissed, a temper like her father's that made both her brothers fear her.

"Gabriel, okay?" He said pointedly to the boys, softening a little as his eyes flickered to YN, trying to hold contact, "They call me Gabriel." "Gabriel, the archangel?" Sam said, drawing the Archangel's attention off YN. "Guilty!" He said with a broad smile. "Okay, Gabriel, how does an archangel become a trickster?" Dean said, arching an eyebrow. "My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Until you two screwed it up. Not you darling, never you." How Gabriel managed to flirt in this situation was beyond any of them.

"And what does Daddy have to say about that?" Dean bit out, almost growling at him. "Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." The archangel answered cryptically. "Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked, interested. "Why? Do you blame him? His brothers are heavy weight douchebags." Dean prodded. "Shut your cakehole! You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them!" Gabriel was defensive, just like YN would've been, "But watching them turn on each other, tear at each other's throats, I couldn't bear it. Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again!" "Then help us stop it." Sam begged. "It can't be stopped." Gabriel sounded like he was explaining the obvious. "You wanna see the end of the world?" Dean bit. "I want it to be over. I have to sit back and watch my own brother's kill each other, thanks to you two. Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."

"Don't we all." YN muttered under her breath, slowly understanding what Gabriel was saying, receiving a pointed look from both her brothers, while Gabriel’s eyes flicked to her as if he’d found an ally. "It doesn't have to be like that, there has to be someway to pull the plug." Sam said in confusion. Gabriel laughed, "You do not know my family! What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner." YN's eyebrows raised, she knew a family like that!

"That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. This is about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other." The would-be trickster avoided YN's stare, a smirk rising on his face. YN knew exactly where this was going, she'd figured it out long ago listening to the angel's fight over both her brothers.

"You think you two would--" "Let's just go." YN interrupted. She wanted to keep this from them, she feared this would be the straw that broke this overloaded family's back. "No, I think it's about time they hear this." Gabriel yelled over the top of her. "You think you two would be able to relate." "What are you talking about?" Sam asked, looking from YN to Gabriel. "You sorry sons of bitches! Why do you think you two are the vessels?"

"Please, let's just go." YN begged her brothers, pulling at their sleeves. Dean shook her off and Sam gave her a concerned look before reverting his attention back to the archangel. "Think about it." Gabriel began. YN shrunk back behind her brothers, physically smaller, her groan so quiet it could've been the old structure of the building.

"Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father." Dean's brow was creased as he listened intently. "And Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan." The archangel looked between the Winchester's, a pang of guilt set in for YN, but he put it aside for now. "You were born to this boys. It's your destiny. It was always you."

Tears welled in YN's eyes and she wiped furiously at them.

"As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth, one brother has to kill the other." Gabriel finished. "What the hell are you saying?" Dean ground out. "Dean!" YN pleaded, going ignored like usual. "Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Cause from the moment Dad flicked on the lights around here, we knew it was gonna end with you. Always."

"No. That's not gonna happen." YN bit out, the flames danced in the reflection of her eyes. "I'm sorry, but it is." Gabriel almost sounded sorry, then he took a deep breath and corrected back to his cocky demeanor. "Guys, I wish this were a tv show; easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow. But this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be."

There was a long silence as everyone seemed to let everything that had been said, sink in. Then finally, Dean spoke, stowing his feelings towards his learned fate and putting the 'older brother' hat back on.

"First of all, you're going to bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him." He demanded, and after a few threatening words, Gabriel clicked his fingers. "Cas, you okay?" YN asked, noticing the blood dripping from a cut on the bridge of his nose. "I'm fine." Cas said through gritted teeth. "Gabriel." "Hey bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess, awful!" Gabriel teased. "Okay, we're outta here. Come on, Sam." Dean turned for the door, stopping when he noticed his sister hadn't joined them.

He glared at her, nodding to his side when she didn't move. As she turned, she looked sadly back over her shoulder at the Archangel. Some of the things he was saying had made sense. One youngest sibling to another. When Sam and Dean fought she didn't care what it took, she'd do anything to make it stop. No matter the consequences.

"Guys?" Gabriel called after them. "So what? You just gonna leave me here forever?" "No. We're not. Cause we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record, this isn't about some prize fight between your brothers, or destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family." Dean's words reverberated through not only the archangel but YN as well. Her head hung low where she’d frozen when Dean halted. The older Winchester threw open the door and looked back at his sister, nodding for her to let him free, before stepping outside, Sam and Cas following.

"All that stuff he was sprouting back there, you think he was telling the truth?" Dean asked his brother across the roof of the Impala. "I think he believes it." Sam answered, glancing back at the factory door when the fire alarm began to ring. "So what do we do?" Dean asked, ignoring the ringing bell. "I don't know." "I tell you one thing right now, I wish I was back in a tv show."

YN stared across the flames at Gabriel. His eyes bore into hers. If you were an outsider looking in, you'd swear they were reading each other's thoughts.

But they didn't need telepathy to know what the other was thinking. They were the youngest of their families. They were the sibling that felt the pain of their brothers fighting. They were the ones that had the most to lose from this battle.

“That look’s gonna get me in trouble.” Gabriel said from the middle of the climbing flames. Realization dawned on YN and she found it hard to breathe, never mind swallowing around the gob in her throat that had suddenly appeared. When her heart began to beat again and air filled her lungs, she smashed the glass over the emergency fire system.

"Don't say I never did anything for you." She called out, pulling the lever. She stood under the fountain of water, staring at him, emotion’s betraying her, tearing her in half. With a thick swallow, she turned her back on him and joined her family outside.

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hekate1308 · 7 years

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Symbiosis

12x23 AU. Yes. Another Crowley survival story. Because I can, and the King isn’t dead until I say so. Enjoy!

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It happens in the blink of an eye, or even faster. Dean’s not even completely aware what’s happening, he only knows that Crowley is talking to Lucifer — rather, taunting him — but there’s something nudging his mind, something familiar and strange and bad but good, and it’s altogether way too confusing on an already exhausting day. Then suddenly there’s a hint of a voice, sad, resigned, that says, Either both of us or just him, I get it, and then it... goes away. No, it’s moving away, whatever it is, and Dean suddenly can’t stand the thought, because even if he doesn’t know what it is, he knows it’s important, he knows it’s been with him in the past, and something in him pulls—

Crowley stabs himself and Dean can only stare. The King is dead. The King stabbed himself for them.

Not so fast, Squirrel.

Crowley. That was Crowley. He reels around but there’s no one there, and Cas is moving towards Lucifer, and Dean calls out his name, but Sam is dragging him away –

How many times do I have to save you?

Suddenly, he finds the strength— rather, no, it’s not him, it’s something else, the something he held back, that’s fast enough and it wrenches him out of Sam’s grasp and makes him go after Cas, actually managing to drag him away and through the portal, his brother following him, obviously confused.

Dean’s baffled when Cas turns on him the second they’re through.

“Let go of him!”

Let go? Let go of what?

“Sorry, Feathers, he invited me in. Insisted on it, practically. Believe it or not, I would have had a hard time to get away.”

Crowley.

That’s Crowley in his noggin. Dear God, Crowley’s alive and possessing him.

It’s not possession if you wanted me to.

Of course it is! And I didn’t know what was happening!

I see.

And there it is again, the sadness, the resignation to his fate that made Dean allow him in, and he swallows.

Crowley, if you’d told me beforehand... of course.

It’s a rather big confession, that he’d rather have saved the King than the poor schmuck he was possessing, but who cares. Certainly not Dean.

Really?

Now he sounds surprised.

You’re the one inside me. You should be able to tell if I was lying or not.

He could swear that Crowley... mind-chuckles at that. Is that even possible? He has no freaking idea, but he’s also carrying a centuries-old demon around with him, so who cares.

I can’t believe you actually dragged that literary agent around for years.

It’s actually pretty draining, killing off a meat suit from within, and I kept him under at all times. We had a deal, and this was his way of getting out of Hell for a few more years. He knew he had to go when I wanted him to.

That’s seriously screwed up, but in a way, it’s clever too.

Thank you.

Keep out of my thoughts.

But they’re so intriguing.

Dean only realizes that conversation took place within seconds when Sam asks, “What the hell? Crowley, get out of Dean this instant!”

“I am going to, I just want to— “

And then Crowley in Dean’s body drags Cas out of the way again, just in time for Lucifer to show up. If Crowley wasn’t there, Cas would be dead now. The realization triggers something in Dean. Suddenly he and Crowley are united in purpose, and somehow they both have control over his body. He grinds his teeth and balls his hands into fists.

He could control my old meat suit. Hated that.

I bet.

“Crowley. Didn’t you just kill yourself in front of me? I guess I’ll have to make sure this time...”

“Not so fast.”

It’s Dean who speaks.

Crowley. He isn’t controlling this body.

Absolutely correct, Dean.

I know this sounds crazy and desperate, but… things are a little weird right now, right? Any possible way Lucifer is weaker because of this brush between universes? There's one where he's dead, after all. What I am saying is, what if a normal angel blade could -

I understand perfectly. It’s probably the most reckless thing I’ve ever done, but it can’t hurt to try.

You wanted to off yourself five minutes ago.

Fair enough, here goes nothing, then.

Faster than he has ever moved before, he turns and takes the angel blade out of Cas’ hand, charging towards Lucifer, who’s too surprised to react. He hears Mom calling his name, but he’s too busy burying the blade in Lucifer’s chest once and for all. Bright light implodes from the wound, but maybe because of Crowley, he can see, and he watches the devil die, his wings burning into the ground. He takes a deep breath as the portal closes in front of them.

That was fun. We should do it more often.

Not a chance.

Yet, it is rather satisfying contemplating Lucifer’s corpse.

“What? You’re possessing my son?”

Dean and Crowley turn around. “Far from it. Your son is giving me a ride, that’s all.”

“Really, Mom” Dean says; he can clearly hear the differences between him and Crowley using his voice, and he hopes the others do as well. Man, is it weird to hear himself sound so posh. “Don’t worry about it; we’re fine for the time being.”

Or not.

Light shines through the windows of the cabin.

With a blink, Dean and Crowley are inside.

Woah. Warn a guy before you start beaming me around.

Just doing what I have to.

Dean rolls his eyes.

And there’s Satan Junior, Jack, whatever. The creepy smile doesn’t exactly inspire confidence.

“A human and a demon working together? Isn’t that neat! But then, I have my experience. Remember what I did to Cassie? He actually believed me! He thought I would bring paradise!”

He laughs.

Dean grips Cas’ blade even harder.

Just as the others arrive, Jack continues, “As if I would leave anyone his free will, that was the worst thing God ever came up with.”

Dean only hears Cas’ shocked gasp and then he’s off, all but flying through the room.

It’s okay Squirrel, I got this.

And so he allows Crowley to take over for a moment.

That’s all he needs to say “Bye baby devil” and almost slice Jack’s head off.

“Well,” he says when all is over and done with, “Crisis averted and we’re still alive. That’s something.”

Sorry about your mother though, Dean remembers to tell him.

Like I said, I would have ended up killing her anyway.

And yet there is something like grief there too, Dean can feel it.

“Yes,” says Sam. “Look, Crowley, it’s not that I’m not thankful, but could you please leave my brother now? It’s kind of creepy.”

“He can stay until we find a suitable meat suit. Preferably empty and not yet rotting.”

“Are you sure?” Mom asks, “Is the demon making you say that?”

“Cas.” He turned to his best friend. “You can tell, can’t you?”

He reaches out and squeezes his obviously shell-shocked friend’s shoulder. “Cas?”

He looks up and right into Dean’s eyes. He blinks. One, two, three times.

That’s what it’s like being stared at so intently. And I’m the creepy one?

Crowley, not yet. Poor guy’s traumatized.

What do you think I am? How much self-loathing can you fit in—

“Cas. I know this is hard, but please— “

“Dean,” he breathes.

Dean beams. “Yep. All me.”

“Not only you. I can see Crowley too.”

And what a sight I must be.

He ignores Crowley for now to hug Cas.

“No harm done,” he mutters. “Let’s go home.”

Once they’re in the impala, he actually feels Crowley yearning for something. It takes him a moment to get.

You wanna drive?

Don’t think you’d let me –

Be my guest. We’re all exhausted.

And so he allows Crowley to take the wheel. Literally.

After they’ve been driving a while in silence, Sam asks, “What kind of meat suit are we looking for, anyway?”

“Probably something like his old one. I imagine he got used to it.”

You bastard, he says, but without heat in it.

“Very funny Crowley,” Sam says. “I can hear the British drawl, you know.”

“Always worth a try.”

It really is something of a relief that he doesn’t have to drive after all of this, if he’s being honest.

They’re all rather done for, and decide to go to bed early once they arrive at the bunker. It means he’ll be up before dawn, but who cares.

He still wakes up feeling remarkably well-rested. He learns why when he looks at his alarm.

“Eight hours!?”

You were getting restless halfway through, but I decided to keep you under. You needed your rest.

That’s... kind of touching in a really weird way, but then it’s Crowley. He should feel lucky that Crowley didn’t get up to any shenanigans.

I was in need of rest as well.

How he manages to sound sarcastic without a mouth, Dean has no idea.

Anyway, I’m, starving.

You’re always starving.

That might be true, he says with that same weird mind-chuckle Crowley used yesterday.

As they walk to the kitchen, Dean asks, And, you got any precise wishes for your new meat suit?

Younger.

It’s so sudden that Dean, who has the control over his legs at the moment, stumbles.

Younger? Why? You always seemed rather happy with the literary agent.

Crowley is silent.

Dean decides not to ask and goes to get breakfast. Mom is the only one already up; even Sam decided to sleep in, it seems.

“Dean! Did you sleep alright?” she asks.

Dean nods. “Yeah, thanks to Crowley. Didn’t get eight hours in years before tonight.”

Her eyes narrow. Dean just shakes his head, tired of it all. “Come on, Mom. You know it’s me.”

She sighs. “I know. It’s just... I’m worried.”

He could point out that she wasn’t that worried when she went and hooked up with the Brits, but he won’t.

You are much too forgiving.

Shut up Crowley.

“Mom— “ he begins, unsure what to say when she suddenly says, “Crowley, can you let us have a moment, please?”

“Sure thing, Mummy. I’ll listen to Squirrel’s musical library in here.”

And with that, Crowley’s silent for once.

Mom takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Dean.”

“What for? You were under— “

“No, not that, although God knows I made enough mistakes. I am apologizing to you. You shouldn’t have had to go through all of this. You should never have had to raise your brother by yourself. You should have had the chance at a normal life.”

“I know you want us to have that. But this life? It ain’t bad.”

“I see that now. And I should have made more of an effort too. I’m so sorry, Dean.”

And she hugs him. He can only reciprocate, tears burning behind his eyes. No one ever told him they were sorry just for him.

When she steps back, he clears his throat. “Can Crowley come back out, now? I don’t want to know what he’s doing in there.”

You’re no fun, Squirrel.

He actually smiles when he hears Crowley’s voice.

Eventually the others stumble into the kitchen, and everything feels surprisingly domestic, even with a demon borrowing his voice now and then. That afternoon, Dean goes to get a beer; but when he tries to grab it, his arm doesn’t obey.

“What the – “

It’s not even three pm, Dean. Pace yourself.

And whether he likes it or not, he has to wait until five to get one damn beer.

They start bickering over his choice of food too. Three days in, Dean caves and orders a damn salad as a side so Crowley will stop complaining. Sam wisely chooses to say nothing.

Life goes on. For once, the world isn’t ending and they have time to kind of settle down. Dean gets used to the voice in his head. And then, one night, it’s not just a voice anymore.

He knows he’s dreaming, but feels like he’s wide awake. He’s sitting in a bar, Crowley next to him in his old meat suit. God, it does it feel good to see him.

“What’s all this?” he asks.

The demon shrugs. “I was bored. Decided we might as well have a little fun.”

Dean nods. “How are you holding up?”

“Quite frankly, I’d rather have my own body, but this works for now.”

Dean notices the word “body” but doesn’t comment on it.

“What about you?” Crowley asks.

“I’m good. Hey, at least the demon who’s possessing me isn’t killing anyone.”

“What a high bar. I will have to be careful.”

“Whatever. Hey, can you— “

Drinks appear in front of them. “Thanks.”

They are silent.

Eventually, Crowley says, sounding as smooth as ever, “I didn’t expect to find nothing.”

Dean looks at him. “What do you mean?”

“There’s no disgust, or even fear.”

The penny drops.

“Dude, you’ve been checking how I feel about you?”

In fact he would be surprised if Crowley hadn’t.

“I have a lot of time on my hands.”

“Crowley,” Dean finally says, “did you just look for negative emotions? No mixed or positive ones?”

Crowley blinks, his face blank. Simultaneously, they look away, unsure what to say.

Dean eventually settles on, ”Anything fun we can do around here?”

For a second, Crowley looks almost upset, but then a pole and a stripper appear. She’s hot, but Dean can only roll his eyes and shake his head. “I meant like a pool table, come on.”

Before he can blink, the stripper’s gone and he and Crowley are playing.

“You can pray to Feathers, if you want. He can join us.”

Dean thinks about it, but decides against it for now. “You know what? Let’s do it tomorrow night.”

Crowley nods.

“Say,” Dean starts a while later, “I’ve been wondering... why did you need my permission to begin with? You are a demon. You could have just possessed me.”

“Dean, Dean, Dean,” Crowley answers, shaking his head. “You’ve never realized how strong you are. I would never have been able to get through if you hadn’t drawn me in.”

Despite spending his night talking to Crowley, he still wakes up as refreshed as always now. The next night, he prays to Cas, who immediately appears and visibly relaxes when he sees them just hanging out.

“I thought something was attacking you— “

“Nah, Cas. We’re just having a bit of fun, and I thought you’d like to join.”

He beams. And just like that, Dean spends his night hanging out with the best friends he’s ever made.

One day on a case, they stumble across a basilisk. It’s an old sort of dragon, or at least that’s what Dean remembers, until Crowley opens the gate and his brain is flooded with more lore than he thought existed.

Crowley.

What? Don’t you need to know this?

Yeah, but—

Whatever. He decides to roll with it, and it is pretty neat to know that a basilisk can only be killed during a full moon with a stone taken from a graveyard.

Really, after three months, Dean almost comes to accept their state as how things are going to be from now on. Brain-dead or very recently deceased John Does with no family to claim them are just hard to come by. He barely even notices anymore that this isn’t normal. Even Mom greets both him and Crowley when he enters a room.

And then there’s a case involving a Trickster. Not even Cas expects them to stumble across Gabriel in the end.

“Little bro! Look at you and— Dean, do you know you have a house guest?”

Both he and Crowley roll their eyes.

Please tell me I can stab him.

I think it would upset Cas.

Gabriel raises his hands. “Say, I got an idea!”

“Don’t even think of going after Crowley,” Dean warns him.

“Calm down, Ken doll. I was thinking more of something like this.”

Gabriel snaps his fingers. What appears is something that looks very much like Crowley’s old meat suit, only a few years younger — about mid- to late thirties, Dean would say.

“No soul, no trouble. Just an empty vessel to use. And because it wasn’t technically born human, no one will be able to exorcise the former king. Now what do you say? No harm no foul and I just go on my merry way?”

There’s only one answer, really.

A few minutes later, Crowley is standing among them for the first time in months, and Dean suddenly feels strangely lonely.

He gets used to it. He only thinks he’ll miss the nights he, Cas and Crowley spent together. A little. But after he goes to sleep, Cas and Crowley appear in his dream.

“Is that— “

“It’s us,” Cas confirms. “I brought Crowley with me because he annoyed me.”

“Doesn’t that sound just like him,” Dean comments. “How’s the new meat suit?”

“Better than I could have hoped for. Any of you up for a game of table football?”

It seems this is his life now. Still confused why he doesn’t get an answer when he asks a question in his head, his brain full of lore that Crowley left there, his nights spent with a demon and angel bickering next to him. Listening to them, he decides he couldn’t have asked for a better fate.

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the--blackdahlia · 7 years

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Don’t Blink Chapter 16 (John x Reader)

Title: Don’t Blink Chapter 16

Summary: When (Y/n) takes a simple haunting case on her own, she gets in way over her head. Being transported to the past, she falls in love with a young marine with a killer smile. The only problem is she knows his sons and his girlfriend wants to kill her, and probably knows about twenty ways to do so.

Warnings: Language

1990

“He’s wrinkly.” Sam said as he stood at the window of the nursery and looked in at his new brother. (Y/n) laughed some and hugged him close to her side. “What’s his name?”

“Adam.” (Y/n) said with a smile.

“I like it.” Sam said with a smile. (Y/n) yawned and ran her fingers through Sam’s hair. “Sleepy?”

“Yeah sweetie. I’ll get you some ice cream and find you a movie to watch while I take a nap.” Sam nodded and held (Y/n)’s hand as she led him away from the nursey. She got Sam some food, ice cream as a dessert, and found a movie for Sam to watch. She made it through about five minutes of the movie before she fell asleep.

Sometime, while she slept, Sam crawled into the bed with her and snuggled into her side, drifting off to sleep. He didn’t ask that day if John or Dean had called. He just stayed with his mom.

****

“Are you sure this was a good plan?” Cas asked. He was using the body of a body builder from California as he talked to Mrs. McMichael.

“Of course Castiel.” She answered. “They needed to be born.”

“But messing with her life like that?” He asked. She turned to look at him.

“You’re starting to sound like Lucifer.” She responded, her voice filling with anger. “You know what we had to do to him because he questioned authority and rebelled. Do you want the same to happen to you?”

“No Michael.” Cas said, looking down at the floor.

“Good.” Michael placed a hand on Cas’s shoulder. “You’ll be back here soon. Follow my orders and there will be no harm.”

****

Two Months Later

Bobby was looking through some newspapers while he set at Pastor Jim’s house. John and Dean were in the living room. When Sam and (Y/n) hadn’t shown up in Blue Earth, Pastor Jim had called John to ask if things had been changed. John had tried calling (Y/n), but his calls went unanswered. Convinced that the demon that killed Mary had taken (Y/n) and Sam away from him, John had become a machine. Dean was right there at his side the whole time.

“Jim.” Bobby said suddenly, standing up. Jim walked over to the other hunter.

“What is it?” He asked. Bobby laid the paper down and showed Jim what he had read.

Local Church Welcomes New Baby

Below the title was an article, complete with a picture. A picture of a smiling (Y/n) and Sam holding a baby together. Jim and Bobby looked up at each other as they made their way towards the living room. But before they could even say anything to John, he raised a hand, telling them to be quiet. His phone was to his ear and his eyes were wide.

“Dad?” Dean asked when John lowered the phone. “What is it?” He put it on speaker.

“Hey John, it’s me. Sammy and I were on our way to Blue Earth but we got lost and my car died. I’ll keep you posted but I think we’re going to be here for a while. Give Dean my love and we’ll see you soon.”

Next message.

“Hey, I should’ve mentioned its Madison, Wisconsin we’re in. I figure you’re probably next deep in ghost goo right now. Just give us a call when you can.”

Next message.

“John, Sammy and I are both getting really worried. We’ve tried calling other hunters and no one is answering us. I know it’s not my phone, because I called out for food several times. Please just tell us you’re okay.”

Next message.

“I don’t know if you’re getting our messages or not, but I just came back to the motel. I had to tell Sam I’m having a baby. I’m pregnant John. Please just call me back.”

Next message.

“I took a job at a daycare. They’re very nice. They helped me get an apartment. Sam will be starting school soon. He’s excited. I wish you and Dean were here to see him. He keeps asking me every day if you’ve called. I hate to break his heart and tell him no.”

Next message.

“Goodbye John.”

“These…these were from months ago.” John said. “I just got them this morning. Her and Sam have been in Wisconsin this whole time.”

“That’s what we were going to tell you.” Bobby said, laying the paper down where John could read it. He saw the picture of Sam and (Y/n) holding a little baby named Adam. His son. He stood up quickly.

“Dad? What are you doing?” Dean asked.

“Going to Wisconsin.” He said, grabbing his jacket. “I’m bringing our family back.” Dean smiled and grabbed his jacket too, following John out to the car before Jim or Bobby could even say anything to them.

****

Present

“Sam…” Adam said, stepping out onto the porch where Sam was sitting. Dean was inside with Cas and Sam just needed air. Sam turned to look at the younger man. “Can we talk?”

“Uh, sure Adam.” Sam said, scooting over to give him some room. He took a sip of his beer. “Can I have one?” He nodded towards the beer. Sam shrugged and handed him a bottle. He had been younger than Adam when he started drinking, and Dean even younger than that.

“So…we’re full blooded brothers.” Adam said. Sam sighed. “It’s just…my whole life I thought my mom and John were my parents. And now I’m being told that it was all a lie.”

“I’m older than you Adam, and I’m being told my whole life is a lie…” Sam looked up at the sky. “If it is true, and Dean and I are only half-brothers, I’m afraid that things are going to change between us. My whole life I’ve looked up to him, and now I don’t know if he’ll even look at me the same.”

“I’m sorry I’m not Dean.” Adam said. Sam looked at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m obviously not him. And you care about his opinion a lot and you two are always there for each other. And I don’t think I can fill that void he would leave if he were to…” Adam explained. “But I doubt that he’ll leave you behind. Through it all, you’re still his brother, even if just through dad.” Sam nodded.

“Do you think we should get in there and hear what Cas has to say?” Sam asked. Adam nodded.

“It wouldn’t hurt.” He stood up with Sam. “But after all of this is over, there’s only one thing that I want.”

“What’s that?” Sam asked, following Adam inside.

“I want to find (Y/n).”

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 7 years

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The nephilim and Team Free Will: future and determinism

This is a post that started out as an analysis of the scenes where Kelly’s and Cas’ eyes glow golden with the power of the nephilim, and ended up a long longer than I planned. My argument is that the nephilim is the new agent of determinism in the show, and somehow I accidentally ended up drawing the conclusion of romantic Destiel. I never do it on purpose but it always happens. (It’s not a post about Destiel. It’s a post about free will and destiny. Go figure.)

Please read this, it took hours to write and I should be writing my thesis instead.

The starting point of my reflection is: is the nephilim exercising a form of mind control over Kelly and Cas? My answer is yes and no. I mean - in the substance, it’s something like that. But I think it comes from a different place than ‘mind control’, and has larger implications in the context of the show.

The nephilim and Cas: is the baby specifically interested in Cas?

Let’s start from the instances we see the baby actively doing something. We don’t know if the nephilim somehow knows what he’s doing and is acting rationally (at least in some degree) or is just a baby and is acting instinctively like a normal baby would, except that has more power than the average baby so he ends up making complex things because of what he is. I hope it’s the second, because the storyline seems to be about “what do we do with an innocent baby” and if the baby had some kind of rational awareness of the situation, then it wouldn’t be an innocent baby? But let’s get back to the “glowy eyes” situations.

We see eyes glow gold twice in the episode. The first time, it’s Kelly alone, while Cas is touching her belly in the motel room. She has a vision - she sees the sandbox, Cas acting as her protector, and Dagon burning.

The second time, Kelly’s eyes flash initially and then the glow passes to Cas.

In the motel room, Kelly and Cas are talking about the possibility that the kid could be born and not be evil, and Cas wonders who could protect and raise him so that he stays on the right path. Then the baby kicks - almost drawing attention on himself in that moment. Coincidence? Kelly says he does it 20 times a day so maybe it is. Maybe the baby is reacting to Cas’ words (again, not sure how much awareness/rationality the baby has).

Now, an important detail: Kelly asks Cas if he wants to touch her belly, he says no, she takes his hand and places on her belly anyway. Is that the baby making her do that? It’s possible, not necessary. Again, maybe all pregnant people get enthusiastic about their baby kicking and make everyone feel it because they’re so excited about it. Maybe the nephilim wants to get in physical contact with Cas. We don’t know where it comes from - Kelly trusts Cas so the baby trusts him too? The baby trusts Cas so Kelly trusts him too? Again, the issue of Kelly’s agency is a mystery…

Thing is - while Cas is touching Kelly’s stomach, the nephilim does something. Notice how the second time the nephilim acts, Kelly and Cas are also touching, and Kelly also initiates it by taking Cas’ hand. The second time, in my opinion, it feels a little more clear that it’s not just Kelly seeking Cas’ touch, but she does it intentionally because she somehow knows/feels/sense she needs to do that for the baby to intervene. Maybe it’s just my feeling.

Now, given that we don’t really know how much of Kelly’s actions are Kelly’s choices and how much are the baby influencing her - especially after the baby revives her, which seems to be a turning point in the relationship between mother and child - it seems that there is something about Cas in the baby’s interventions. The vision the baby shows Kelly includes Cas protecting her, and when they reach the sandbox, she says she’s calm because she knows she won’t be harmed as long as Cas is with her. It seems like the baby is making her trust Cas. (More about the vision later.)

Maybe it’s not about Cas specifically, but it’s about angels/angel grace. Maybe the baby, being just a baby, can’t use his own grace yet to do things, so maybe he needs contact with a proper angel to act (the glowy-eyes thing happens only when Cas and Kelly are touching). Also, the baby doesn’t give Kelly the power to kill Dagon, but Cas, so maybe a human just can’t have that power so the baby just needs an angel to get rid of Dagon (“why seeking Cas and killing Dagon and not the other way round” is a good question, too… the baby is influenced by Kelly’s feelings? The baby senses that Dagon is bad and Cas is good? Is this about Lucifer?)

Anyway, I was saying - maybe it’s not Cas specifically that the baby is attracted to, but just “angelicness”. But maybe not. When Lucifer learns his son is close to Castiel, he has an interesting reaction. He is furious. He drops the ‘I’m in control’ act, he’s no longer confident and cocky like we’ve seen him act - it’s almost like he is scared that Cas could throw a spanner in his work again. Which leads us to the big topic - free will and destiny.

The nephilim and the future: destiny and Lucifer’s plans

The episode basically tells us what the nephilim storyline is about: it’s the ultimate test for Team Free Will’s struggle for free will. It’s not a coincidence the expression Team Free Will gets used (obviously by Dean…) - it’s all about it. I am so full of feels, you have no idea.

The nephilim shows the future.

Gaaah I’d scream. Ever since Lucifer got Kelly pregnant, we’ve been wondering, how is this baby so different than the other nephilim we saw in 8x22? Why is it so dangerous? The show told us that the problem wasn’t that it was a nephilim, but that it was a nephilim conceived by an archangel. Mmm, sure I guess, we said. We didn’t realize that it wasn’t just a matter of “my dad is more powerful than your dad”. It’s about destiny.

The archangels, back in season 5 and 6 (so and read @mittensmorgul‘s rewatch posts - she recently did My Heart Will Go On, hello themes, but hey, each episode carries these themes), were the ultimate agents of fate. Sure, the angels in general were/are supposed to be, but the archangels are a step higher. Destiny was their thing.

This episode, Cas tells Kelly that Lucifer only seeks havoc and chaos, that he does not have a plan. It sounds like a huge bell that it is not the case. Lucifer’s issue is that, once the script of the apocalypse was ripped, he found himself lost. He needs some kind of fate to grasp onto.

Producing a baby seemed like some random action for chaos’ sake… until we learned that the baby shows the future.

The baby shows the future twice - once to Kelly, in the motel room, once to Cas in the park. We don’t know what he showed Cas yet, but we know what he showed Kelly. The sandbox, Cas protecting her, and Dagon burning. Right after then, Dean and Sam arrive and suggest removing the grace from the baby, but Kelly immediately refuses and is firmly determined to go to the sandbox. Which the baby had just shown her. That’s why I don’t think it’s simply mind control - it’s determinism. She sees the future and she acts it out; she acts so that it happens. What if she had acted otherwise? Would they have ended up to the sandbox anyway? Can you change the future an archangel nephilim shows you? How? Is the “future” thing just an illusion, a way to make Kelly and Cas act like the baby wants them to? Is free will just an illusion, like Michael said, and the question makes no sense? Does the nephilim have the power to shape reality so that what he shows happens?

Either way, the nephilim is shown to be about determinism. Destiny. Fate. A “plan” - a word used over and over in the episode.

(Sure, it might just be a different way to call mind control, if we want - we could say that the apocalypse was just the result of a giant operation of persuasion of various angels and demons by god, but hey.)

The nephilim as the new prophet of destiny, and how to let free will win

So. The nephilim is about determinism. We thought the equivalent of Chuck’s books and Metatron’s typewritten stories was the British Men of Letters’ typewritten documents. But maybe we were tricked. We saw a typewriter, thought ‘new Metatron!’ and fell for the trick - it’s not the British Men of Letters who are shaping reality, not in its core. They act like that, but all they’re doing is making a mess with monsters and hunters. It’s almost like Eve and Cas in season 6 - we thought the Big Thing was the monsters storyline, but it was the storyline of Cas’ fight to prevent Raphael from making determinism win again and its consequences. (This season is all about how the Eve storyline and the Cas storyline intertwined in season 6, after all. Hi Colt. Bye Colt.)

This season, the one who is shaping reality is the nephilim, through the visions of the future he’s sending people. The apocalypse didn’t spring from the books, didn’t it? The books came second, Chuck’s visions came first. God showed himself the future. Now the baby is showing Cas the future. Will Cas be able to rebel to it like he did when the visions were from god and to god? Or is it going to be harder for him if the visions come to him?

Has Lucifer purposely produced an archangel baby so that a new pattern of fate could befall the universe? Is Lucifer so furious about Cas being close to the baby because he’s scared that Cas will ruin his plan again because he knows that if someone can defeat that, it’s Cas and the Winchesters?

Dean says that the three of them - Team Free Will - can win together. The apocalypse failed because they worked together (Zachariah’s lesson, remember? Dean learnt the “wrong” lesson from him, i.e. reconnecting with Sam, and Cas wasn’t going anywhere). Metatron was defeated because they worked together (long story here, but Metatron’s plan was based on splitting them - Gadreel, the Mark of Cain… - and it didn’t work). Now it looks like the nephilim is separating them… in a very specific manner. Now that I think about it, Zachariah planned on separating Sam from Dean and Cas. Metatron planned on separating Dean from Sam and Cas (Demon Dean being the consequence of the events written by Metatron, up to Metatron actively stabbing Dean; Amara ‘seducing’ him being the continuation of that chain of events). Now the nephilim is separating Cas from Dean and Sam.

Now, what allowed them to win against the archangels’ apocalypse and the events manipulated by Metatron (i.e. the events of the Carver era ever since Metatron makes his move, even though at some point he loses control of the story)? First time: family love. The apocalypse gets stopped by Dean and Sam’s bond. “They chose family” says Chuck. Dean, Sam, Bobby, Cas were all tied by generic ‘family’ bonds. Second time: “love… and love”. The Carver era culminates with Dean telling Amara about the difference between romantic love and sibling love. We get told - throughout the seasons by the subtext, and eventually textually in relation to Dean, Amara and Chuck - that there’s a difference. Third time: ??? It’s almost like there is a pattern and the patterns leads to romantic love being the key to winning this time??? Let me take out my popcorn.

I mean, this episode is literally called “the future” and it deals with two things: Dean and Cas’ relationship and the nephilim. It’s not like we have seasons of subtext, text and mixtures of the two that tells us that a romantic relationship between Dean and Cas is their endgame, i.e. their future. The episode is asking us to wonder: what’s the future for Cas? The nephilim or Dean? Determinism or free will? “Supernaturality” or humanity? Mmm. Who knows. *starts munching the popcorn*

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