#Jessx2 Halloween Challenge

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Halloween

A/N: @wi-deangirl77​ and I have hosted a wonderful little Halloween Fic Challenge that was open to all fandoms. And what a wonderfully broad spectrum that was, but funnily enough, after not being able to write SPN for a while ... this was just what I needed...

Please find the only warning in the tags below - I didn’t want to spoil!

Sam’s phone rang, breaking the comfortable silence between the brothers.

“Who is it?” Dean asked, glancing at the clock on the Impala’s dash before looking to his brother and back to the road.

Sam quirked an eyebrow at his brother and answered.

“YN, hey,”

“YN? As in YN YN?” Dean asked, furrowing his brow in confusion, she hadn’t been in touch in months, not since she decided she wanted out of the hunting game. To be fair she hadn’t wanted in, being held captive by a demon had a way of pulling you under.

“Whoa- what’s-” Sam tried to soothe over the phone, putting it on loudspeaker.

“...think someone’s in my house. I’m scared. I didn’t know who else to call, I’m sorry.”

“What happened?” Dean asked loudly, lowering his mouth to nearer the phone.

“I just got home and my door wasn’t locked… I never do that, Dean. Never.” She insisted.

“You still in Jerome?” Sam asked, bracing himself against the dash as Dean swung the car around.

The sound of keys jangling in the background and a car door closing came through speaker.

“Yeah, I just thought, I don’t know, maybe you were in the area, maybe you were dealing with Shiprock?” YN said, hope mixing with fear in her voice.

“Yeah, that was us, we’re-” Sam looked to Dean who held up five fingers, “Get yourself somewhere safe, we’ll be there by morning.”

An engine started in the background. “I’m so sorry, it’s probably nothing but- JESUS!”

“YN?” Dean barked.

“Sorry, a squirrel just landed on the roof of my car.”

“Well you-” But Dean was cut off by a loud scream. A screech that faded into the distance.

A different car door slammed, a squeal of wheels and then it was just her car idling.

Dean pressed his foot to the accelerator, pushing his Baby harder.

“Who do we know in Arizona?” Dean demanded of Sam.

“I don’t- I-” Sam stuttered, shaking his head as he reached into the glovebox and pulled out John’s diary, furiously flipping through the pages, looking for contacts. “No one.”

[butiaintgonnaloveem]

The Runaway Vessel

Writer: @butiaintgonnaloveem Artist: @lostmymuseagain Original Author/illustrator: Margaret Wise Brown/Clement Hurd

Word Count: 820 Content, TW: The struggle between Sam and Lucifer and Fate.

A/N: At the end.

The Angel knows his history, knows where it leads for him and his Vessel.

For most of human history, Fate has been misinterpreted and misrepresented. There’s a misconception that she is some kind of dramatic figure waiting to present them with a crisis which will determine the course of their lives. The humans underestimate her. They dig their heels in and succumb to the foolish notion of control - free will as they call it. They fight, and they suffer, and they run.

The Angel does not. He doesn’t need to; not that he could while trapped in the cage, but he knows how she works. She’s patient and relentless, like a trickle of water over stone.

Her plans span years, generations, millenia. Before time. Beginnings and endings as she sees fit.  All depending on series of decisions. Everything boils down to a yes or a no, and her plans - thorough and absolute - beat against even the strongest of wills, driving through like the water that cleaves through the stone. Slow and steady.

So is the case of the boy and his Angel; or, depending on how long you’ve followed the history, the Angel and his Vessel.

The Angel sat in a cage with nothing but time and anger to keep him company. And he listened.

He heard the screams. For so long, he only heard screams; cries from the tormented, the agonized, the forgotten. For some time, he joined them. Screaming his frustrations, his pain, his rage, but eventually that time passed and then he listened. Then cage became more than screams; there were whispers.

He listened and he waited and he whispered back into the darkness because he knows how she works. He’s fought her before, played her games, and discovered the truth for himself. When Fate’s design seems to veer off course, all it takes is a whisper. The lightest of breaths over that stubborn, rocky exterior to return to the steady progress as she designed. She was there, but so was the Angel.

Whispers of a family, a lineage, of signs. Whispers to the Yellow-Eyed Prince to baptize children with the blood of his creations.

Whispers of a boy, of the Apocalypse, of Death and demon deals. Whispers to the White-Eyed Daughter of Hell, his first creation and willing sacrifice.

Whispers of loneliness, vulnerability, of Power. Whispers to the most devout of his creations with her sweet blood and honey-dipped words that drew the boy even closer: “Sometimes we don’t do things that we want to do so that others won’t know we want to do them.”

The boy was frightened - he cried and he fought and on instinct he ran, even when he didn’t know what he was running from. All along, though, he knew he wasn’t just running from the monsters in a book; he was running from the death he didn’t want to bring, from his heritage and his human interpretation of Fate. And so he ran, but never got far.

Shadows, disguised behind caretakers, mentors, friends, and lovers constantly crept in, dragging him with the forward flow to this inevitability, and steadily beating down his resolve with tragedy and blood and nightmares.

Cause and effect. Call and response. Questions and answers. Yes and no.

And the Angel was always there with something as simple as a whisper.

Finally, when Fate decided it was time, the Angel was free.

The boy said no, so he found a substitute. Weak and crumbling, but still, the Angel was able to speak, and plan, and gather his army to destroy those who defied him. He was able to pursue his true vessel, the one promised by Fate. Nothing would stand between him and his Vessel, not even death.

And so they stand, eye to eye, and the boy knows the Angel will follow every step, bend the limits of time and space, kill without remorse until he can possess the boy. The Angel haunted his dreams. The boy tried a weapon, but the Angel lived on. The boy pleaded with other gods, tried to hide behind their power, but the Angel killed them all.

He then realizes what the Angel has known -  how futile the running has been. Sees in his own reflection how exhausted and beaten down he is from fighting the current. He understands how Fate took her time and carved their destinies together.

He looks at his Angel, sees the hunger and excitement in his eyes

He knows. They both know, just as She has always known and waited. History, each yes and no through countless years, each whisper, each nudge left, right or forward, every pulse of his blood in his veins - it’s led them here.

There is nothing else he can do but say “Yes.”

A/N: Written to complete 2 challenges. @asupernaturaltreasury‘s collection of stories, and @wi-deangirl77 & @plaidstiel-wormstache‘s Halloween Challenge. This was lovingly looked over by my fantastic collaborator @lostmymuseagain and @seenashwrite. Many thanks to our gracious hosts: Nash, @littlegreenplasticsoldier & @deandoesthingstome.

[notnaturalanahi]

Put a spell on you

Pairing: Sam x Witch!reader

Wc: 791 long drabble

Warnings: Sort of crack,  mentions of past torture (barely), mentions of sex, girl on girl and  references of future bdsm. 

- Witchsplaining: witch version of mansplaining

A/N: This is my entry for @plaidstiel-wormstache and @wi-deangirl77 Jess x 2 Halloween Challenge, my movie was Hocus Pocus, prompt bolded and gif under the cut.

I am no witch and have no knowledge of magic or its practice, this is crack.

I feel like this sucks major ass, It’s been a while since I’ve written anything and it’s been enven longer since the last time I wrote something that made me proud. So I won’t be tagging anyone

“Let’s brew another batch!”

“That’s absurd. Not practical at all!” you almost shout at the screen.

Sam pauses the movie for the fourth time in less than 10 minutes, dropping the remote between himself and you on the couch and stares at you, waiting for your ‘witchsplaining’, as Dean calls it.

“They’re gonna kill a child like every now and then just to be young. It’s like they’re wanting to get caught! There are other ways! And I assure you, none of them involve sucking a child’s life. Well… maybe two of them do.”

Sam gives you a weird look and you wave him off.

“To give you an example, look at Rowena.”

“What’s with Rowena.”

“The woman’s what, 500 years? And she looks ah-mazing. Smoking hot! I know you know that, because I saw you looking.”

No-I” Sam starts explaining himself.

“It’s fine, dude. She’s hot. Anyway, I bet you, she never even had to kill a kid… I mean, y’know, to keep her youth,” you smile.

“Yeah, I guess,” Sam’s forehead furrows as he think.

“Also.” You point at yourself and grin.

“You?”

“How old you think I really am?”

Sam thinks for a second, “I-You never really told me how old you are.”

“And I never will,” you smirk. “But honestly though…” With you hand you signal up and down your body.

“I don't know… Um, 26?”

“Almost.” You wink and take the remote and restart the movie. He stops staring at you after a moment, concentrating on the screen again. “Still, not a single kid on my record.”

You reach for the remote and press play.

“Whatever shall we do with him?” Winifred asks her sisters after Thackery calls her a hag.

“Let's barbecue and fillet him.” Mary proposes and you shake your head. “Hang him on a hook and let me play with him?” Sarah begs.

“That’s what I’ve woulda done,” you say, eyes still on the TV.

“What?” Sam asks incredulously.

“What? That was kinda like a thing back then. Like kinda my thing.” Biting your lower lip you think back, playing some good old memories in your head and you can almost hear, young Josiah Baker wails of pain.

“You really used to torture people?” Sam shifts positions to face you, a large hand lands on your knee. You look down and then up again to meet his eyes.

“Um, yeah! But not just anyone. Only those who deserved it, like criminals that used to get away with everything and I dunno, people who harmed us.”

“Us?”

“The coven.”

“Right.” He nods slowly.

“Including, a hunter here and there.”

“Hunters? Like me you mean?”

“Yes, but they were nothing like you, trust me! All we did, all I did, was to survive, you understand that? So we did what we had to. Don’t worry though, my days of torturing people are through.”

“Good to know,” Sam says gladly, nodding his head and focusing back on the movie.

“I used to know a girl who was a lot like Sarah,” you tell Sam as you remember young Annabeth.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes, she got the same fate, as Sarah.” You point at the screen just as Sarah Jessica Parker’s namesake character is shown with a noose around her neck.

“I’m sorry!” Sam slightly squeezes your knee.

“Yeah, me too.” She kinda had it coming though. I warned her, we all did. But once she was found elbow deep in one of the elder’s wife. And I mean sexually...”

“Oh.”

“Yep.”

The movie continues and then Sam starts talking again. “Is the singing-”

“Yes!” you interrupt him. “I could enchant you with my voice if I wanted to.”

“But I’ve heard you sing a hundred times…”

“That’s because I never needed to… put a spell on  you or brother.” You bite your lips and grin. “Want me to call Dean and show you?” 

“Dean’s out for the night,” Sam answers. “And I don’t think he’d be up for it.”

“That’s the whole point. Besides he woudn’t even notice, It doesn’t need to be I Put A Spell On You, it can be Metallica,” you chuckle. Sam gives you a weird look. “Whatever.”

“Hey!” you speak again after a moment, when the scene transitions into Miss Ollin telling the story to her class. “Did you know I still have my hook collection?”

“What?”

“Wanna see it? Is in my room... Not all of them are destined for that kind of torture.”

Sam backs up from you a little in surprise, eyes going wide for a moment.

“I also have some rope and a few other items you might like. And if you promise to use it only for good, I can teach you how to sing.”

[jenny-lynn-writes]

Whoops! - Teenage!Reader x Rowena x Crowley feat Beetlejuice feat Dean and Sam Winchester

A/n: This is my entry for Jessx2 Halloween Challenge @plaidstiel-wormstache The movie I picked was Beetlejuice the quote: “A little gasoline… a blowtorch… no problem!” and the gif is below.

Warnings: Raising the dead, witchcraft, witches, hell, demons, language, being a foster child, having demonic powers, a smidge of bad parenting and bad grandparenting.

Y/n got home from school "grandma, are you here" Y/n said. Just like usual Rowena was nowhere to be seen, Y/n was used to taking care of herself. Y/n had grown up in the foster care system until her grandmother a very powerful witch found her. Y/n had just met her dad when she was a junior in high school and they didn't get along.

Even though she was half-demon she didn't like the fact that he was evil, that's why she lived with Rowena. Thanks to Rowena Y/n had been learning to control her powers and she even taught her some spells. Rowena also thought Y/n was born a natural witch since witchcraft came easy for her.

Even as a junior in high school, she didn't have any friends and she was actually a very lonely kid. Rowena was always off doing whatever it was Rowena did or helping the Winchester's or trying to kill her dad. "So much for the classic horror movie marathon, thanks grandma. I guess I'll watch it by myself" Y/n said.

Halfway through the second movie she was very bored, she was to young to drink and to old to trick or treat. The only thing she could do was go walk around in the cemetery across the street from her apartment. Y/n wasn't the only one her age there but the other girls were all scared. Y/n had seen things far worse than a ghost or anything else in a cemetery at night.

She was looking at the headstones reading them all, "hello, is anything going to happen, I'm an innocent, well not so innocent girl in the cemetery in the dark. I knew it, nothing" Y/n said. Y/n had just watched the movie "Beetlejuice", "hmmm, I wonder what wouldn't happen if I did this, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice" she said.

Y/n closed her eyes and opened them "and, nothing. I knew nothing would happen" Y/n said. Y/n turned around to go back to her apartment, when Beetlejuice and a dead couple appeared in front of her. "Hello little lady" the dead man said, Y/n looked at him and over at the dead couple. "Oh crap, it worked. I thought it was fake, I thought it was just a movie. I need help" Y/n said.

Y/n started running from Beetlejuice and the dead couple attached to him and she got back to her apartment. She closed and locked the door and pulled out her phone, "pick up Rowena" Y/n said. "Hello Y/n, I'm sorry about tonight I had to help those silly Winchester's but I'll be hone soon" Rowena said. "Um, grandma, I made a mistake and I said Beetlejuice three times and he came and he's kinda outside the door" Y/n said.

"Oh dearie you didn't. Don't let him in, as soon as I'm done here I'll come home. Summon your father" Rowena said. Y/n knew Beetlejuice must have been dangerous if Rowena was worried. Y/n got together all the ingredients she needed to summon Crowley and she worked the spell. Through the closed door Y/n heard, “A little gasoline… a blowtorch… no problem!”

Then Beetlejuice was in the room with that weird dead couple attached to him, "hello pretty lady" Beetlejuice said again. "Crowley, dad. Come on already" Y/n said, "I'm here darling" Crowley said, "oh where'd you find this guy" Beetlejuice said. Crowley stepped in front of Y/n, "I didn't know it would work and I said his name three times and Rowena said to summon you" Y/n said.

Crowley could tell Y/n was scared and a part of him felt bad, "it's alright darling, daddy will make everything better" Crowley said. He snapped his fingers and Beetlejuice was gone but the dead couple was still there. "Go, go up to Heaven you're dead" Crowley said, "thank you Crowley, is he gone os it over" Y/n said. "No, I sent him back to the cemetery, we need to wait for your grandmother to do a spell to cast him back to the grave" Crowley said.

Rowena got to the apartment with who Y/n thought was were the Winchester's. "I came as soon as I could. Y/n this is Dean and Sam Winchester. Sam wanted to make sure you were okay, and Dean wanted to see Beetlejuice" Rowena said. "Hello boys, meet my daughter Y/n" Crowley said, "hi Y/n, I'm Sam, sorry for the dad you got stuck with" he said.

"Really moose, she's scared and you mock me" Crowley said, "I'm not scared, I like when people mock you Crowley" Y/n said. "Your right Rowena, I like her" Dean said, "enough with the talking, can we just put the dead idiot back in his grave" Rowena said. They all went across the street to the cemetery and found Beetlejuice looking for the dead couple and the pretty lady. "Wow, not the sharpest tack, is he" Rowena said, "yeah, that's Beetlejuice alright" Dean said.

Rowena put together the ingredients and cast the spell and Beetlejuice was pulled back into his grave. Y/n hugged Rowena, "thank you, grandma, I mean Rowena" Y/n said, "you're welcome dearie" Rowena said. Dean and Sam went with the strange family back to Rowena's apartment. "Y/n, I'll be in touch darling" Crowley said before he kissed her cheek and disappeared. "Nice meeting you Y/n, if you ever need anything don't hesitate to call" Dean said handing her his card. Dean and Sam left, for the first time in a lifetime Y/n felt like she wasn't alone in the world.

Forevers

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[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

Let Me Stay

A/N: this is for @plaidstiel-wormstache and @wi-deangirl77 Halloween challenge. I picked the movie snow white and got the quote “Please don't send me away. If you do, she'll kill me.” And this gif

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Warnings: language, some violence

Word count: 1023

Masterlist

You stood staring at Klaus biting your lip. He was angry, furious with you and you could see it brewing in his beautiful blue eyes. Eyes that you loved to get drawn into and lost. Everything about the hybrid in front of you exuded power, confidence, and danger. But that just drew you in even more. It hadn't taken you long to fall in love with him. Hell,  if you were being honest you didn't just fall, you tripped, stumbled, tried to get back up, and crashed again. You loved him more than words could say, more than you ever dreamed possible, but all of that was about to fall apart. You wouldn't be surprised if the angry original killed you then and there.

The very reason you even knew Klaus was because your coven had sent you to spy on him, find out what he was doing, what his weaknesses were, and figure out a way to either kill him or at least subdue him until the end of time. You had never meant for the feelings you had to come about, you even tried fighting them, but it had been useless. They came crashing in like a wrecking ball and smashed their way inside your heart. When that happened you gave up on your mission. It didn't matter to you anymore what your coven wanted. You wanted to stay with Klaus forever and you were going to do so no matter what it took. At least that had been your plan.

That is until one of the other witches in your coven came to speak to you asking why you hadn't reported back to them. You in a not so polite manner told them to fuck off you weren't their errand girl anymore. Anything you learned about Klaus was going to stay locked within your mind. You wouldn't betray him by telling them anything, no matter what they did to you as punishment. Unfortunately Klaus had been in the compound while your talk was going on. He had heard every word and killed the other witch.

Now he was pacing in front of you and you had tears cascading down your face.  He was so paranoid that nothing you said made him believe that you were on his side, that you loved him. He thought you knew he was in the compound and had simply lied to the other witch for his benefit.

“Please, Nik. I swear on my life that I never told them anything. As soon as I met you I knew I couldn't. Sure I told them I was here and that you had accepted me, but that was it. I promise,” you tried to explain.

Klaus vamp-sped over to you and grabbed your face in both of his hands. “I have a hard time believing that love. Why, I bet if I hadn't walked in when I did you would still be telling them things about me.” His jaw tensed and for a moment you feared he would kill you. You tried to shake your head no, but his firm grip prevented it. “Now I want you to leave and never set foot in my home again or I will kill you.” He let you go and pushed you toward the door. A choked sob left you. You couldn't believe how things were ending between you. You were never going to get your happy ever after with him.

“Please don't send me away. If you do, she'll kill me.” You were talking about your coven’s leader of course. She would kill you for failing in your mission. A humorless laugh left Klaus.

“That's your problem now isn't it?” He pointed toward the door clearly not willing to listen to another word you were going to say.

With your head hung low you left the compound and made your way to the bar wanting to drown your sorrows in alcohol. Anything that would make the pain in your heart go away. You sat there nursing your third drink when the doors blew open. Turning your head you saw your coven’s leader and she had a murderous look upon her face.

“You failed to do as you were instructed. You were supposed to help be the downfall of Klaus Mikaelson, not fall in love with him,” she snarled throwing her hand out. You went flying through the air and hit the wall with a resounding crack. A pained grown left you as you moved into a seated position. You were positive a rib had broke and you could feel blood running down the back of your head. “Go ahead. Kill me, it's not like I don't feel dead inside already,” you told her. You were more than willing to face your death after having your heart broken into a million pieces. Klaus was the only person you had and now you were all alone. You didn't see a point in even fighting.

“Well then I guess I should grant your wish." She brought her hand up again and was about to end your life when the most unexpected thing happened. Klaus showed up behind her. You never would have expected to see him. Knowing what was about to happen to your coven leader you blew her a kiss and waved goodbye. She looked at you in confusion, but before she could say anything the hybrid had ripped her heart out. Klaus moved to kneel in front of you. You didn't budge as you were in too much pain to get up. “I assume you wanted the pleasure of killing me yourself?” you asked.

He smiled and shook his head. “On the contrary I came to apologize. It was brought to my attention that I may have acted rashly.  Elijah gave me a good tongue lashing and I took time to think over what you said and realized you spoke the truth.” He bit into his wrist and offered you his blood. You drank it and felt your aches and pains fade away. “What does that mean exactly?” you asked.

“It means, love that I want you to come home.”

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[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Halloween Challenge

@wi-deangirl77​ and I are hosting a Halloween Challenge - read all about it here.

But just so you know what you’re missing out on, here’s a sneak peak:

We offer 20 movies.

You pick one and let us know.

We give you a gif and a quote.

You write - any fandom, any genre! You just gotta work the quote in and use the gif as inspo/post it with your work!

Here’s a peak at the movies we’ve come up with:

Snow White and the Seven Dwarves,  A Quiet Place,  Get Out,  The Resident,  The Addams Family,  Ghostbusters,  It,  The Village,  Scream,  Rosemary’s Baby... and 10 more

Come and join in our spooktacular fun!

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Jessx2 Halloween Challenge

Happy Hallow’s Eve to one and all!

It being the witching hour here in Australia, I thought it appropriate to post @wi-deangirl77​ and my master list of all those who have posted their entries for our Jessx2 Halloween Challenge...

Everyone’s submissions were incredibly creative and some quite surprising. Enjoy our spooky mix...

@butiaintgonnaloveem​ “Sometimes we don’t do things we want to do so that others won’t know we want to do them.” - The Village The Runaway Vessel

@notnaturalanahi​ Quote: “Hang him on a hook and let me play with him!” - Hocus Pocus Put A Spell On You 

@acreativelydifferentlove Quote: “She's mad jealous of you. She'll stop at nothing.” - Snow White and the Seven Dwarves Teasing Bucky

@xxdragonagequeenxx Quote: “Please don't send me away. If you do, she'll kill me.” - Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.  Let me Stay

@grace-for-sale​​ Quote: “Cause when you’re alone as a kid, the monsters see you as weaker. You don’t even know they’re getting closer. Until it’s too late. - IT Perhe Älä lopeta veressä

@boomkittywerewolf​ Quote: “Yeah, he's telling the truth... you know how I know? Cause when I do this… people don’t lie!” - Panic Room  Panic

@waywardjoy​ Quote: “It's a full moon tonight. That's when all the weirdos are out.” - Hocus Pocus  Winifred’s Spellbook

@cas-backwards-tie​​ Quote: “You guys are disgusting, obnoxious creeps!” - Casper   Familiar Faces

@rebelslicious Quote: “This is my costume. I’m a homicidal maniac. They look just like everybody else.” - The Addams Family Tower Halloween 

@kittenofsarcasm​ Quote: “A little gasoline… a blowtorch… no problem! - Beetlejuice Whoops! 

@hopes-archer​ “You're gonna die.” - The Strangers RESCUE 

@dark-taco-castle​ Quote: “He chose you, honey! From all the women in the world to be the mother of his only living son!” - Rosemary’s Baby He Chose You

@lovemesomepie85 Quote: “Never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker.” It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown My Great Pumpkin

I ran into a little problem with tagging everyone, that’s if my tags work from my queue!

We’re also waiting on posts from @l8nit-l0vr and @riversong-sam

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Jessx2 Halloween Challenge

Just a reminder there’s only 10 days left to post your fic for @wi-deangirl77 and my Halloween Challenge.

To those we’re still waiting on, Jess and I will get in touch with in the next few days just to see where you’re at!

And those that have posted, we like what we see! Can’t wait for Halloween

If you reckon you can whip something up in 10 days and are wondering if it’s too late - come on in and join the fun... Jessx2 Halloween Challenge

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Hi can I still join your Halloween Challenge?

Of course you can! The more the merrier!

Just send us an ask of the movie you’ve picked and we’ll send you a quote and gif to use!!