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So SkyVsGaming just screamed "HOLY DICK" and well..... Castiel must be pissed look at that holy dick

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So SkyVsGaming just screamed Holy Dick and ive been laughing for five minutes Im sorry

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So I met the cutest little boy with black hair and blue eyes today. Guess what his name was. Guess his name

His name was Castiel.

‘Cas is turned into a little kid and Sam and Dean send him to church to get rid of him for a little bit’ is literally what came to my mind. He was so fucking cute

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Children Again (Day 1)

I was just hanging out with Sam and Dean, my two idiot brothers, when the doorbell to the bunker rang. I didn't even know the bunker had a doorbell. I stood up to go get it and when I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Chuck stood at the door with four kids behind him. One looked 15, another 13, another 12, one no older than 7. The eldest had black hair while the second had blond hair, while the second youngest had brown hair and the youngest black. I stared at them for a minute until I heard Dean yell. “Who is it Jade?!”

I tilted my head. “Chuck and.... four kids!” I heard footsteps running up the stairs.

“What the hell?”

“I can explain!” Chuck cried. We motioned for him to go on. “Well, a witch came and caught me, Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, and Castiel. Turned my children into... well... children!”

“So..... why weren’t you affected?” I asked. “And if you weren’t, why didn’t you turn them back into normal old ass angels?”

“First question, I was affected, but I’ve looked like this since.... well... forever,” he chuckled. “And I can’t turn them back. This is powerful witchcraft.”

“You’re God.”

“I don’t want them to be normal age again,” Chuck confessed. “To be completely honest with you Jade, I’ve missed Michael and Lucifer not yelling at each other.”

I stood in shock. “Why are you here then?” Sam asked.

“I want you give them the week of good parenting that I never did,” Chuck said. “Jade, you used to babysit. Dean, you took care of Sam. Sam, you took care of Jade. You will be better parents to them until I can find an actual cure. The spell weakened me.”

“I need ages,” I said.

“Michael is 15,” Michael had dark hair and pretty green eyes, obviously in John Winchester’s vessel when he was transformed, and wore jeans, a blue tee-shirt and a leather jacket. “Lucifer is 13,” Lucifer had dirty blond hair and icy blue eyes like his last vessel before Sam, and wore a simple green tee-shirt and jeans. “Gabriel is 12,” Gabriel had brown hair and brown eyes, which proved that he was in his normal vessel when the spell hit, and wore pretty much the same thing. “and Castiel is 7,” Castiel had messy black hair and blue eyes like Jimmy, and he wore a little trench coat and suit as usual.

“We have to babysit?” Dean asked.

“Just for, like, a week.”

“Fine. Come on in, kids. Welcome to the bunker.”

We led the teens and child into the living room, where Castiel ran to the couch and stood on it, giggling. Gabriel chuckled and lifted him into his arms like he weighed nothing but a feather. Michael shrugged and turned to Lucifer, who was smiling childishly at everything. The eldest grinned and went to the library.

“Mikey, you’re boring! You’re really gonna read when all you’ve seen is one room?!” Lucifer cried.

“Yes, Lucifer, they have a tremendous amount of books here,” Michael rolled his eyes.

“Do you like it Cassie?” Gabriel asked the little 7 year old boy.

“Yeah!”

“I’m glad you like it,” I smiled. “Now, let me show you you’re rooms. Come on, morons.” We started down the hallway while Sam and Dean stayed back to research the case a little. This was gonna be one hell of a week.

After all the boys had looked through their rooms and were gathered on the couch, I collapsed next to them.

“So. What do you guys wanna do?” I asked. Sam and Dean glared at me. “What?! They’re kids!”

“Lucifer and I are actually teenagers,” Michael corrected.

“There are some rules if you’re gonna live here. Don’t correct Sam, Dean or I unless it’s on a case. We are adults. I will take off this leather belt and beat your ass with it if you act out,” I showed them my belt. “Don’t act up, and you’ll be fine.”

“Yes ma’am,” they replied,

“Awesome. Do you four wanna play outside are watch TV or... what do you do for fun?” I asked. They all looked at each other before Castiel stood up on Gabriel’s lap.

“When I’m bored.... Gabe, Luci and I play monster,” he said.

“What do you do Michael?”

“Work,” he answered seriously.

“You’re 15. You can play monster with your little brothers and leave the work to me, Sam and Dean. You’re not the oldest anymore, let us take care of you,” I patted his back but he didn’t move. “Are you gonna do as I say or am I gonna make you?”

“Jade’s a beast man,” Dean called from the table.

“Yeah, she’s ruthless,” Sam agreed. “I’ve been on the receiving end more times than I can count. Just play with your brothers and you’ll be spared.”

“I’m that bad?”

“Jade, you’re worse!” Dean laughed. Michael was stubborn.

“No.”

“Fine, you asked for it sweetie,” I grabbed him around the waist and wedged him between the couch and myself with my arm around him as I started to wiggle my fingers in his sides. He instantly started giggling in surprise and the other children turned toward me. I put my face in his neck before he could do anything and started blowing raspberries on the sensitive skin. Michael’s laughter got harder.

“You're doing it all wrong Jade!” Lucifer jumped in front of me. “Gotta get under his arms.” The younger boy wiggled his hands under Michael’s arms that he had pinned to his sides.

“Ahhahahaha! Lucifer plehehehease! Stop brother!” Michael shrieked. The thirteen year old devil grinned at his brother’s struggle before bending down and blew a raspberry on Michael’s shirt. The archangel squealed and fell into helpless laughter once again.

Suddenly, my phone rang.

“Hey Zoe!” I greeted.

“I heard those angels were transformed into kids.”

“ZOE WHAT THE HELL DO YOU STALK ME?!” I yelled into the phone. How did she know? Hell, I just found out three or four hours ago.

“Me and Chuck are close,” she replied. “Anyway, I thought that you might wanna bring the tikes down to the farm. Chief and Copper are bored and I swear to Chuck if Copper scratches up another piece of carpet I am going to kill myself.”

“You know, the youngest, Castiel, is 7,” I said.

“I don’t care and you know that.”

“You’re funeral fam,” I chuckled before hearing Markiplier yell “FUCK I LOST AGAIN!!!!!”. “Are you watching Markiplier? Again?”

“You know I love him!!”

“Okay. I’ll leave your weird obsession to be dealt with later. Right now I’m going to ask the boys. Gimme a sec,” I started over to Sam and Dean. “Hey can I take to boys over to Zoe’s house? She’s got a farm and two hound dogs. And she knows all about the little incident with the angels.”

“Yeah sure. Just don’t get in trouble or lose a kid,” Dean replied, getting a smack on the arm.

“They said yeah,” I said to Zoe. “We’ll be there in an hour... maybe.”

“Okay. Good luck fam.”

“I’ll need it.”

I turned to the boys, who had all ganged up on Michael. The poor teenager was laughing so hard he had tears falling down his fire red face. “Guys, stop torturing Michael and come with me to Zoe’s farm. I promise, you’ll love it there.”

Once we arrived at Zoe’s place, the angels got out of the car and smiled. I knew they would like it. “Zoe’s inside. She’ll have more clothes for you Cas.”

“Why do I need clothes. I’ve got these,” he played with the hem of his trench coat.

“Yes, but maybe something more comfortable. We’re on a farm, and there’s no way she’s gonna let you walk around like some business boy,” I ruffled his hair and knocked on the door. She opened it very quickly and ushered us in before clicking out of YouTube on the computer.

“Markiplier?” I asked.

“It’s a guilty pleasure!”

I started laughing. “Okay, so, boys, this is Zoe. She’s awesome. Zoe the oldest is Michael, he’s fifteen. Lucifer is thirteen. Gabriel is twelve, and Castiel is 7. Hey, got any clothes for Cas? I know you’re nephew is about his size.”

“Yeah, sure. Follow me Cassie,” she motioned for him to follow her up the stairs and he did as he was told. Gabriel looked a little worried, as he didn’t know Zoe and his little brother was going off with her alone.

“Don’t worry, Gabriel. Zoe is a good person,” I promised. Lucifer had gone to the window and was staring in shock.

“Hey, what are those?” he pointed at the dogs bounding across the field, chasing a squirrel.

“Those are hounds, Luci. They use their strong sense of smell to find whatever they are looking for,” I explained. “That’s Chief, right there in front, and behind him is the clumsy puppy Copper.”

“Cool! Can we go play with them?” Gabriel asked.

“Let me ask Zoe when she comes back down,” I said as she walked down the stairs. “Speak of the devil,” this caused me to get a glare from her. Castiel came down in jeans and a light blue shirt.

“It feels weird,” Cas mumbled. I smiled and ruffled his hair, causing him to whine a little playfully.

“Can we go play with the hounds? Please?” Lucifer begged. Okay, if Lucifer is begging, he really wants something.

“Sure thing kiddo. Let me call them up here to get to know you,” Zoe went outside and called for the dogs. Both ran up to her, their tales perking up a little when they saw the boys. “Chief, Copper, sit.”

“Woah...” Gabriel smiled. I saw Michael and Castiel’s face. Both of them were fearful of the large dogs, so I walked over to them and put my hands on their backs.

“Chief and Copper are good dogs. They’re obedient and will not bite you unless you try and take something you’re not supposed to. It’s fine,” I promised. Michael didn’t want to show weakness in front of his brothers, so he went up to Copper and gently pet his head. Chief was behind him and knew the boy was scared, so he playfully nudged his butt. Gabriel burst out laughing when Michael fell, and Lucifer immediately pet the dog, showing his great affection. Michael gave a sort of unmanly squeal when he fell, causing Copper to start licking his face. Michael was giggling like a little kid.

Castiel still clutched my arm, scared of the dogs, and he buried his face in my shoulder. “I’m scared Jade.”

“Don’t be scared, Cas. These two dogs won’t hurt you. Come on, we can go to them together,” I took his hand and slowly started over to Chief. Chief noticed immediately and shook Lucifer and Gabriel off. Castiel slowly reached out to pet him, and Chief sat down in fear of scaring him off. When the little boy’s hand came in contact with his head, he quickly nuzzled it lovingly and stood up a little. Castiel smiled and pulled away from me, overcoming his fear of dogs.

“See, not so bad,” I smiled. Zoe was leaning on the doorway, enjoying how Copper pinned Michael down, making him laugh with the rough tongue tickling his ears while Gabriel, Lucifer and Castiel played with Chief.

“They’re just too cute,” Zoe smiled.

“They are,” I agreed as Gabriel shrieked when Lucifer tackled him in play fight. Castiel was still playing with Chief.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen grown Michael smile. It’s nice,” Zoe chuckled when Michael shrieked from Copper licking his neck and his tail brushing over his sides.

“He’s ticklish as hell. I don’t think he ever got over that, so as soon as he is grown I’m testing it,” I promised. Zoe laughed and I saw both Lucifer and Gabriel fall off the porch. I immediately went to check on them but only got laughter. “You two okay?”

“We’re good!” they called as they dusted themselves off. Lucifer grabbed Gabriel and started game all over again. We heard Castiel giggling and saw him rocking back and forth and Chief licked his bare feet.

I turned to Zoe. “Awwwww.”

After the kids got bored, we headed down to the farm house that held the horses and cows. Lucifer reached in to pet a horse, and Michael walked off to look at the chickens, and Gabriel started to look at the cows with Cas. Zoe and I let them out of our sight for a while to play so that we could go solve a problem dealing with her pigs. They were fighting over the food, so we just put more in there and talked.

“How long are they going to be like this?” she asked.

“Chuck said he’s leaving them with us for a week. I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse,” I chuckled as I went to put the bucket of slop up. Zoe wiped her hands on her jeans.

“I’d say blessing. They’re so sweet, they don’t fight.... perfect!” she smiled.

“And they’re really adorable,” I added. “So yeah it’s a-”

I was cut off by a scream from the stables. I instantly took off to find the source, and I saw Lucifer sitting on the ground, clutching a bleeding arm to his chest. The cut was massive, and I noticed that he got it from a nearby pickaxe that he was probably looking at. Gabriel went to check on him, but I held out my hand. “Gabriel, go inside!”

“No! Lucifer’s hurt!” he whined. Castiel was staring in shock, and Michael had ran across the field to get to us. He reminded me of Dean, running faster than sound to get to his brother when he screamed.

“Gabriel, take your brother inside!!” I ordered. A kid his age, even an angel, shouldn’t see this. “Zoe, get me a med kit.”

Gabriel looked reluctant but still grabbed Castiel’s hand and ran to the house. Lucifer had tears falling down his cheeks. “Let me see,” I ordered softly. He held out his arm and I saw a deep, long cut going down it. “Oh, baby,” I whispered. “Michael, comfort-” I didn’t even get to finish the sentence, because Michael immediately wrapped an arm around his brother. Lucifer buried his face in Michael’s shoulder as he cried, and Michael looked terrified.

“Jade... he needs stitches,” Zoe whispered. Lucifer looked up with wide eyes and I ran my hand through his hair.

“Hey, buddy, once I clean it, put the stitches in, and wrap it, it’ll be over. I promise, it’ll feel a lot better then,” I kissed his head. “Michael, hold him tight.”

“Hey, little brother. Come here,” he whispered, kissing Lucifer’s hair before nodding to me. I poured the alcohol over his arm and got an ear piercing, heart-breaking scream. I had to stay strong for him though. “Sh, it’s okay. I know... it hurts,” Michael sounded very calm, even though his eyes scattered for something other than the horrible cut to focus on. I put my hand on his cheek and met his eyes, showing him it was going to be okay. I had Zoe hold the teen’s arm down as I readied the stitching string and needle.

“Okay, buddy, I’m going to put the stitches in. You need four, okay. Focus on Michael,” I said. Lucifer clutched Michael’s shirt and stared into his eyes, begging for something to think about other than pain. Michael started singing something in Enochian, and Lucifer relaxed. “Okay, here we go.” I started to stitch up Lucifer’s arm and the angel just flinched, gasped, and yelped a little, but Michael’s soft song kept him steady so that I could finish the stitches quickly.

“Hand me the gauze,” I ordered. Zoe tossed it to me as I cut the string. As I started to wrap it, I saw Lucifer put his head back on Michael’s shoulder and say something, causing Michael to kiss his head and rub his back. Finally, I taped the bandages together and was finished.

“All done, baby brother,” Michael whispered. “Now we can go see Gabriel and Cassie.”

“I’m weak, Mikey,” Lucifer whispered. Michael wrapped an arm around his waist and put his good arm around his shoulders.

“Then let me be your legs,” he smiled. Zoe was freaked out a little, but stood up firm and kissed Lucifer’s head.

“You were a very brave angel,” she whispered to him before going to Michael. “And you were a very good big brother.” Michael blushed a little before smiling and starting to the house.

Finally, we had to leave to go to the bunker, and as we drove away, I saw Michael passed out beside me while Lucifer, Gabriel, and Castiel slept in the backseat. I smiled.

“You are just too cute.”

Okay.... this is day one of the week of Jade, Sam and Dean watching over the cute little angels. This was long.

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The supernatural fandom is going to hell. Not like we'll be lonely.

Supernatural fandom: extending families (and replacing them with dead ones) since forever P.S: Looks like Michael and Lucifer DID get busy in the cage

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Meeting Your Archangel (Michael X Reader)

You were out hunting a nest with the boys, but there were more vampires than you and the boys could handle. You had gotten your leg broken by a vampire tossing you from the second story catwalk into a car. That was weeks ago, and the boys had finally drove you home from the hospital. They knew that they couldn't just forget that the Darkness was loose. You and the boys were coming up with a plan to get rid of them, and an idea came to your head. There is no way they'll agree, but it's worth a shot. "What about Michael?" It went so silent you could hear a pen drop. "Y/n.... are you serious?" Dean cried. "He wants me as his vessel!" "I know that, but it's better than Lucifer, who would kill to get to Sammy!" You replied. "You may not be blood, but I love you two idiots like brothers. I thought about Lucifer, and I knew that it would be bad for Sam." Dean thought it over for a while and Sam took a breath. "Listen, Dean, if you don't want Michael here-" "No, Sammy, y/n's right. We should get Michael," Dean interrupted. "Awesome. Sam, pass me-" "Hell no, kiddo," Sam chuckled. "You ain't coming. If we need to get out of there fast, we can't carry you out." "Sam, I've got two long poles," you said. "I can defend myself." "Against archangels?" Dean asked. ".... fine. Go. Just.... if I'm asleep, keep that creep out of my room." Dean laughed. "Of course," he grabbed his keys. "We'll be back." Later, after you were fast asleep, the door to the bunker opened and three figures walked through. "-and rule number 3: don't scare y/n or touch her stuff. She will hit you with her crunch, and I have experience," Dean finished before shushing himself. "She's out." Michael was very curious on who this badass y/n was, for he never met her. As he peeked across the couch, he saw you on your stomach, your face buried in the couch, and your leg wrapped in a f/c cast. Michael was staring at you until Dean screamed obnoxiously, "HEY Y/N WE'RE HOME WITH MICHAEL!!!!!!" You flipped over on your back and sat up, your hair in your face as the tv played Arrow, who said "you have failed this city" while you pushed your hair out of your face. "That's Michael?" You asked. The archangel was staring at you. "Yeah," Sam said. Your hair was still in your face and you were forcefully pushing it back, but it just fell back where it was. "OH MY GOD THIS SHIT!!!" you yelled, blowing a string of messy hair out of your face. Dean laughed at you and when you went to grab your crunch to stand he snatched it away. "Deeeean! You're so mean! Give me my spare leg back!" You whined. Sam rolled his eyes and sat on the other couch. Michael was simpily watching. "He's bullying me!" "Dean! Stop bullying y/n," Sam chuckled. "Haha! Get if you can, kiddo!" Dean teased, holding the crunch over his head. The other crunch was by Michael. "Michael! Pass me my crunch!" You called. Michael looked at the crunch, at you, and at Dean before smirking at you and sitting down at your feet. "Asshole!" "Now that you're stuck on the couch...." Dean quickly straddled your hips and dug his fingers into your sides, spidering them all the way up to your underarms. You shrieked with laughter while kicking your free leg. You felt something hard under your foot, but didn't exactly care until Michael grunted and stilled your foot with his hand. "Stop kicking me, little human!" The archangel groaned. Sam laughed when you snorted. "Dehehehehe ahahaha lehehehet me gohoho!" You laughed out. "Mihihichael hehehehelp! Hehehe's torturing mehehehe!" "He won't help you!" Dean grinned. You were trying to push his hands away from your ribs when Sam finally told Dean off. "Dean, she's had enough," Sam interfered. Dean whined a little but released you from torment, causing you to wrap your arms around your torso to get rid of the extra tickles. "Geehee... thanks for the hehelp Michael," you giggled out. Michael chuckled without smiling. "Is this what the men of letters have come to. Breaking legs, kicking angels, and tickling each other?" Michael asked. "Can you heal this?" You asked. Michael nodded. "Of course. I can do pretty much anything." "Will you heal me?" You asked. "We took you in," Dean said. You gave him a confused look. "Oh yeah, he's staying in the bunker after he destroys the Darkness." "You didn't tell me this earlier?" "I was busy bullying you!" Dean teased. Michae sighed before placing two fingers on your forehead, healing your leg and getting rid of the cast. You were left in jeans and a dark green tee shirt. You smiled, stood up, walked around, and sat back down next to Michael. You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Thanks Michael!" You smiled. Michael's ears and cheeks went red with embarrassment. After you hugged him, and everyone was watching a nice movie, a question crossed your mind. "Hey Michael," you called. "Are you ticklish?" "No," he replied like he knew it was coming. "Have you ever been tickled?" "When I was very young. Very, very young." You nodded, not believing it for a second, before returning to the movie. After you knew the movie was drawing to an end, you stretched and purposly ran your fingers across Michael's stomach and ribs. He flinched and whined at the touch, trying to be quiet about it. "Ticklish?" You asked. "No." "You sureeeee?" You started to wiggle your fingers into his ribs. He squirmed until you got the oppurtunity to push him down on the couch and straddle his thighs. "Guys! Michael's ticklish!" "What?!" Sam and Dean jumped in and stared. "I am so getting Charlie!" Dean ran off to find the girl in the large bunker. You started to tickle his stomach lightly. "Now.... Dean's your vessel, and you claim there is no difference between you two. Let's see if you're as ticklish as Dean is on his hips," you drove your thumbs into the curves of his hips. Michael screamed. This wasn't even laughter, he was just screaming in ticklish agony. "I was right!" You smiled as his screaming turned into loud, uncontrollable laughter. "Tickle tickle Michael!" Charlie walked through the door and stood surprised as you dug your fingers into his hips. Michael was in tickle hell. "Can I help?!" The IT girl asked. "Yeah! Let's torture Michael!" You grinned. Michael yelled his arguement but Charlie was already on his shins, unlacing his shoes quickly. "Everywhere Dean is ticklish, so is Michael." "So.... everywhere." "Yup." Charlie peeled his socks off and started to scrape her long nails down the soft soles. Michael squealed and went into silent laughter. I rolled his shirt up and bent my head down, putting my lips on his stomach. "NOHOHOHO! NOHO PLEHEHEASE!" He screamed. "STOHOHOHOP!" You started blowing raspberries all over his stomach. Charlie let up on his feet, and the raspberries had him giggling and snorting adorably. "Poor wittle Michael," you teased. "Such a ticklish little angel!" "Heheheelp!" He laughed brightly. Charlie put a hand on your shoulder. "I'm not one for mercy, but I feel sorry for him." You chuckled. "Fine," you stood up and Michael curled into a ball and buried his face into the pillows of the couch to hide his blushing face. "T-that wasn't.... wasn't fair," he huffed. "We know it wasn't," Charlie grinned. "Now, I'm going to sleep with the happy thought that Michael is ticklish." Michael blushed harder as Charlie ruffled his hair and went back to bed. You chuckled. Maybe Michael isn't too bad. After the Darkness was put away, you noticed that Michael was very shy around you. He would squirm uncomfortably when you sat next to him on the couch, and he refused to do anything with you. Sam and Dean had grown to like the archangel like a friend, but you felt way more strongly. You always wanted him to tell you if he felt the same, but he never wanted to be near you. Maybe I'm too ugly, you thought. You went to Charlie, of all people for advice. "Charlie.... does Michael like me?" You asked nervously. "I mean.... I know I'm pretty ugly, but-" "Listen, y/n, you're hot. Michael should like you, because you are very pretty," Charlie promised. "Why don't you ask him?" "He doesn't want to be around me." "Well, he's leaning on the doorframe behind you right now," Charlie chuckled. You spun around and saw Michael standing there, very surprised. You blushed slightly when Michael came to the bed and sat down. "I'll let you two use my room. Just nothing kinky." She winked before leaving. "Do you really think that about me?" His green eyes glowed with nervousness. "Yes, of course!" You smiled. His eyes glowed with happiness before he leaned in and kissed you, long and sweet. That is how you met your archangel.

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John Winchester X Reader

Tbh I don't think this is very popular but I'm just doing it to do it. You knew it. Everytime John came around you he blushed like crazy. His sons were grown, the youngest, Sam, off to college, and the oldest, Dean, could tell about his father's crush on you. One day, when you caught John sitting alone at a diner, you slipped in the booth in front of him. "Hey there John," you smiled. "Hey y/n," John replied, fiddling with his fork. "I was just wondering if you wanna meet me at that little diner down the street Saturday at 8 p.m.," you daid casually. John went red. "W-w-what?" He was nervous. "It's fine if you don't want to-" "No! Er- no. I'll go," John put on a smile. You motioned for him to lean in and he did. "If this is gonna work, you need to stop being nervous around me, cutie," you winked at him before walking out. John was left in the booth, staring at his food. "Oh, Dean's not gonna let me live this down...."

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Hey misha, do you read supernatural fanfiction? Just curious

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Hey misha, do u read fanfiction?

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So, I was just calmly watching youtube and this shit pops up in the comments. I'm going to subscribe to Crowley.

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Guys we were on the way back from a band concert and THIS is on the side of the road. Doctor Who must be in Macon.

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Supernatural quotes. Took forever but I love it!

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They saw a monster carrying a 67 chevy impala..... BABY NO!!

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I'm so sorry Tumblr, but I must. Ginny dated Michael. Then she dated Dean. They aren't that different, right?

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GABRIEL AND GOD ARE INTERVIEWING DEADPOOL DRESSED UP AS CUTE FUZZY ANIMALS! I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN IMMEDIATELY Btw this isnt mine found it on the internet

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Satan Spawn: Chapter 1: Secrets and Pity For Gabe

Disclaimer: i dont own spn Warning: tickle fic (how is that a warning?) No smut ~

Mother nature hadn’t visited Jamie in a couple weeks, and, since she became Ms. Luci, her and Lucifer had gotten deep lately, so she took the test. Not a test, the test. The test that showed whether her life would be changed forever. /Positive/! Damn. She walked down the stairs to see if Lucifer was home. It was smartest to tell him now, than to wait until she starts showing. Jamie saw Lucifer sitting on the couch with Gabriel and Michael, while Castiel sat near the Winchesters. Jamie cleared her throat. “Hey baby,” Lucifer greeted. “Um, Luci…. I’m…. I’m pregnant,” Jamie whispered. Lucifer stared in shock before zapping out of his chair and twirling her around, smiling. “You’re not mad?” “Why would I be mad?” He asked. Jamie shrugged. “You don’t seem like you’d wanna be a father,” she answered. Lucifer kissed her and Gabriel “eeewwwww"ed. "Get a room!” He cried. Lucifer smiled before flicking his wrist at Gabriel, who collapsed in a heap of giggles. “Luhuhuci nohoho!” “What did you do?” Jamie asked. “I gave him something to do,” Lucifer smirked. “He always enjoyed being tickled as a fledgling.” “I DIHID NOT!” “Shush, Gabriel, or I’ll take it to the next level,” Lucifer ordered, wiggling his fingers at the archangel. Gabriel shrieked. “I might do it anyway.” Jamie kissed his cheek. “Release your brother.” “Aww, baby do I have to? Look at him! Ain’t he adorable?” Lucifer pouted, pointing to the laughing mess on the floor. “Yes, Luci, he’s very adorable. But he still looks like he’s dying.” “Oh, so you’re taking a liking to my brother now, huh?” Gabriel turned scarlet. No one knows if it’s because he heard the conversation or because his laughter was silent. “Please baby?” Jamie begged. Lucifer snapped his fingers and Gabriel was released. “Just because I know you’ve got my kid,” he kissed her nose before zapping them back to the couch. Lucifer poked Gabriel’s side with his toe, because the poor archangel was still on the floor. “Get up now, Gabriel.” “Easy for you to say,” Gabriel’s voice was hoarse. “You’re worse than Michael.” “Oh, apparently I haven’t tortured you enough,” Michael smirked before jumping on the archangel and tickling him. Gabriel did look like he was dying then. “Mike, that’s enough!” Jamie called. Michael looked up at the woman as she stood over him. “Look at poor Gabriel.” “Why are you sticking up for him?” The oldest asked. “Because I have a soul! I feel bad for the dude!” She cried. “I would totally help if Lucifer hadn’t just punished him.” “JAHAHAHAMIE!!!” Gabriel cried. “Sorry man, but the truth is the truth!” Jamie tousled his hair before pushing Michael’s shoulder. “Enough.” “Lucifer why does your wife have such good puppy dog eyes?” Michael asked as he climbed off. Gabriel waved a weak hand in the air as a sign of gratitude. “I hahate you guys,” Gabriel giggled. “No you don’t, little bro,” Lucifer smirked as he pulled Jamie into his lap. Jamie squealed before smiling. “Lucifer!” She cried. “Sorry, tonight’s just been big!” He replied. “Who knew? I’m gonna be a dad!” “You’re gonna be an awesome one at that,” Jamie kissed his hair.

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Family Don't End In Blood

Disclaimer: i dont own spn Warning: tickle fic (idk how that’s a warning)

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“Um, sir, can I help you?” A young woman asked, looking at the man staring at her. “You seem distressed,” he said. “Yes well-” “LOOK OUT!!” The woman turned to see a bullet flying at her. She went to dodge it but it hit her heart, making her fall. The man got out of the car and walked over, kneeling beside her. She pointed to the abandoned stroller. “Watch over my little girl. My Sparrow.” Castiel looked down at the woman with a concerned look. Something was in this town, and it was rendering him useless! As she took her final breath, a tear fell. “Watch her….” “I must respect her dying wish,” Castiel thought aloud. He pulled out his new phone Dean got him and dialed 9-1-1 before leaving it on the woman’s chest and walking over to the stroller. He picked up the baby as she slept. The girl couldn’t have been more than three months old. “Sparrow,” Castiel whispered. The baby remained asleep.

As she grew, Castiel became Dad-stiel. He had much help from his brothers and sisters on his side, but they never knew why the angel had respected the random woman’s dying wish. He didn’t know her more than three minutes before she died. Maybe he felt sympathy for the child? No, wait, he couldn’t feel sympathy. They met Dean and Sam when she was four, and they were like uncles, while Bobby was like her grandfather. “Wake up, Sparrow,” Castiel ordered softly to the 5 year old girl. She opened her brown eyes and sat up slowly. Her light brown hair was a mess, but she still looked adorable in the angel’s eyes. “Morning Cassie,” she mumbled. “What time is it?” “7:57.” “A little early, don’t ya think?” “Not exactly, the boys are up,” Castiel replied. “Come on, now. I believe Bobby is making breakfast.” “Cool!” She smiled as she crawled off the bed. He ran his fingers through her hair as she whined. “Ow, Cas!” “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Brush your hair.” Sparrow pouted a bit before grabbing her brush and combing the rat’s nest on her head. Castiel waited at the door until his daughter came bounding back to him, in which he picked her up and tossed her on the bed, earning childish laughter. “Cahahassie,” she giggled. “Come on, I’m hungry.” They walked down the stairs and saw Bobby in the kitchen wearing his “Kiss the Cook” apron and making some eggs. Sparrow ran to him and hugged his waist while laughing. “Hey kiddo,” Bobby smiled at her. “Hi Grouchy,” she giggled. Dean snorted. “That was me!” He called. Sparrow giggled and walked over to him and Sam before wiggling in between them as they read the lore. Castiel walked to Sparrow. “I have to leave for a while, is that okay Sparrow?” The angel asked. She looked a little down before nodding. “I’ll be back soon.” He promised before disappearing. “Ah, don’t get upset, kiddo. You’re Dad can zap in and zap out. Our Dad took weeks away from us,” Sam explained when he saw Sparrow looking upset. He sat the large lore book down before grabbing her. “I think you need a visit from an old friend.” Dean could see where this was going. “Really? I’ll call him,” he put his hand to his ear in a phone symbol. “Hey. Yeah, it’s De. I have a patient and she seems a little upset. Mind helping me cheer her up? Great, thanks.” “Who is it Dean?” Sparrow asked. Bobby heard the conversation and laughed. “You sure he isn’t visiting all of you?” Bobby called. “Shut up, Bobby!” The boys replied, causing the older to laugh. “I think you know him. He should visit Cas, cause Cas don’t laugh either,” Dean smiled. Sparrow’s eyes went wide when he said “laugh”, and they knew she understood. As she started to giggle in anticipation, Sam grabbed her and scribbled his fingers across her sides. Sparrow squealed before laughing and pushing against Sam’s hands. “SAHAHAHAHAHAMMY!” she squealed. “Oh, I’m not Sammy anymore. I’m Tickle Monster. And me and my friend are hunnngryyy!” He put his head on her belly and started to gnaw gently at the skin, shaking his head and growling like a wolf. His stubble didn’t help and had Sparrow in desperate laughter. “DEHEHEHE HEHEHELP!” She laughed. “No can do, little Sparrow. Dean is having a great time, but I’m Tickle Monster 2. I’m Tickle Monster 1’s back up,” Dean smirked. Sparrow continued laughing, but when Sam blew a soft raspberry on her shirt, she almost lost it. “CAHAHAHAS! CAHAHAHASSIE HEHEHEHEHELP!” she cried, laughing like crazy. Castiel appeared behind Sam and tackled him to the floor. “We’re you torturing my little Sparrow?” Castiel asked. Sam winked at him “Tickle Monster 2! Help!” Sam cried. Dean tackled Cas and didn’t hesitate to start scratching his ribs. The angel screamed and started laughing, twitching uncontrollably. “Nohahaha! Deahahahan! Stohohop!” Cas cried, pushing against Dean’s hands while squirming like a fish out of water. Sam smiled and picked up Sparrow. “I’m not finished with you yet,” he smiled before once again blowing ticklish raspberries on her shirt. The little girl laughed and wiggled, trying to get out of Sam’s grip. “Come on, you idjits! Breakfast is ready!” Bobby called. Sam stopped tickling Sparrow only to place a soft kiss on her head. Dean got off Castiel and helped him up, earning a shove from the red-faced angel. Dean poked his side before leading him into the kitchen. Sam had been helping Bobby with the plates while Sparrow played with her napkin. They sat down and ate, feeling like a real family.