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arcticfox007 · 3 years

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Holding on to You

Day 2: Decorating

There is a follow up to this one on Day 3 of the DD2020C!

Part of the Destiel December 2020 Challenge created by @jellydeans and @galaxycastiel - this is so much fun, I really appreciate you guys coming up with this :) <3

This is a bit long for tumblr, so here’s the AO3 link!

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Please come when you can.

Castiel looked at the text from Sam with some concern. If it had been urgent, he was sure Sam would’ve expressed it… but still, Lucifer’s trail had gone cold, and a break from Crowley’s need to always fill the silence with words would be welcome. Still looking at the text Castiel stood up from the barstool.

“Where are you running off to Feathers? Running home to your boyfriend for the holidays?” Crowley winked suggestively at the angel.

“If you must know, Sam has requested my assistance.” Castiel hadn’t actually paid much attention to the time of year, but now that he looked around, he did note that the bar had a plastic tree in the corner with lights.” Crowley noticed Castiel taking in the tree with a furrowed brow.

“Oh dear, you didn’t forget? And with only ten shopping days left!” Crowley smiled mockingly. Cas just glared at Crowley and slammed money on the bar for the beer he hadn’t touched.

“Just call me if you hear anything new about Lucifer.” Castiel continued to glower at the demon.

“Ooo, I touched a nerve there. Go run back home to your boys, Feathers.” Crowley chuckled and turned back to his drink. Castiel walked out of the bar and got in his current vehicle. He was only a few hours from the bunker but as he started to drive, he found that he was actually bothered by what Crowley had said. He had observed that humans in this part of the world had specific cultural practices associated with Christmas that were very important to them. He had not known the Winchesters to pay much attention to the holiday, but should he do something for them? Sighing, Castiel decided he’d get to the bunker first and worry about human cultural practices later.

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Sam was worrying more and more about Dean. He knew his brother said he understood why Mom needed her space, but Dean was withdrawing more and more. When they weren’t on a hunt Dean found all sorts of projects around the bunker that required manual labor. The last few days his brother had only communicated with one-word responses and only when Sam asked him a direct question. Sam had been relieved when Cas texted him that he was on the way to them, Dean was always better with Cas around.

“Dean?” Sam could hear some boxes being moved around in one of the rooms they’d been using for storage. He looked through the doorway to see his brother opening up an old box.

“What?” Sam winced at the harsh tone.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to bother you. I just wanted to tell you Cas texted to say he was on his way here. I thought you’d want to know.” Dean just nodded at the news. Sam looked around and noticed that Dean was going through some of the stuff prior occupants of the bunker had left behind. Sam waved his hand towards the boxes. “Anything interesting?” Dean sighed deeply.

“No.” Sam peeked into the box Dean had just opened as it was pushed aside into what he imagined was Dean’s junk pile. It was full of smaller boxes. Sam pulled one out and laughed. They were tree ornaments, and really ugly ones at that. Dean just continued to pull more boxes out, but looking at the hideous ornaments Sam realized with a start that it was almost Christmas. Maybe Sam had more than one idea of how to cheer his brother up.

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“Sam.” Castiel wondered why Sam had called when he was going to be at the bunker in the next half an hour.

“Hey Cas. I know you’re probably almost here, but I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?”

“Of course, Sam. What can I do for you?”

“Can you stop somewhere and pick up a few supplies? I’ll text you the address of the closest store. You still have the credit card we gave you right?” Castiel could here Sam’s smile through the phone.

“Yes, what supplies do you require?”

“Okay, so this may sound strange, but I need you to pick up a tree. And a tree stand. And lights. Oh, and when you get here text me so I can help you sneak them in.” Sam had lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Castiel was confused.

“Is this for some ill-advised spell? These sound like odd ingredients.” Sam laughed.

“No Cas! Dean found some old decorations in one of the storage boxes and it made me think that it might be nice to decorate a Christmas tree this year.”

“Then why are we sneaking?”

“Um, well, I asked you to come back because… because Mom left. Dean hasn’t been handling it well, and I thought you and I could maybe do something to remind him that he still had us.” Cas took a deep breath and didn’t speak for a moment. It was hard to think of Dean dealing with his mother’s absence again. “Cas?”

“I’m here Sam. I’m happy to bring a tree to assist with your holiday rituals. Please send me the address.” Cas ended the call. He was absurdly happy at the idea of being included in decorating a tree with the Winchesters. He was worried about Dean of course, but he wasn’t surprised to hear that Mary left. She had expressed that she felt out of place. If Sam thought having a Christmas tree would help, then Cas would get a tree. He glanced at the address on his screen and drove to the store.

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Sam made sure that Dean was still occupied in the storage room when Cas arrived. He helped Cas carry in the tree and showed the angel how to hold it so Sam could secure it in the stand. He sent Cas to bring the lights inside while he filled the stand up with water. Cas had purchased multi-colored lights and also had a bag with tinsel which he said the sales clerk had recommended.

“Okay Cas. Now I need you to go convince Dean to help decorate.” Cas looked at Sam suspiciously. “Please Cas? He’s more likely to listen to you. You can also get the old ornaments.” The angel rolled his eyes and went towards the storage area.

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“Hello Dean.” Castiel stood in the doorway and watched Dean pull a box out from a back shelf and drag it to the front of the room where there was more space. He didn’t look up.

“Cas.” Castiel sighed. It was never easy with Dean. He walked up to the man he loved and placed a hand on his shoulder. Castiel expected Dean to shrug it off but Dean just stilled and stood up to look at the angel.

“I am sorry that your mother left.” Dean took a deep breath and for a moment Castiel thought Dean was going to start shouting at him. Cas would let him shout if that’s what he needed. Before he could start though, Cas saw Dean look at his face and wince. Perhaps Dean could read Castiel’s compassion in his eyes. Holding Dean’s gaze Cas saw the deep pain that reverberated through Dean’s being. Cas didn’t even stop to think. He pulled Dean into his arms and hugged him fiercely. Dean’s mother left, so Cas would stay as long as Dean needed him. He tried to pour that reassurance into the embrace. Surprisingly Dean didn’t resist, he just melted into the hug.

“Cas… she said she missed her kids. We were standing right there, but she doesn’t even recognize us. She could have stayed, gotten to know us. But she’d rather have a memory.” Dean whispered the words in a raw and halting voice. Castiel knew how hard it was for Dean to express these things and so he pulled his arms tighter around him, feeling the soft flannel of Dean’s shirt underneath his palms. Dean dropped his head into Cas’ neck as if he could hide there from the world.

“I believe she just needs time Dean; she does love you and Sam.” Dean nodded miserably into Cas’ trench coat. Cas would hold him as long as Dean allowed it. He stood silently offering this beautiful man all the support he felt he was allowed to give. Eventually, Dean pulled back and rubbed his hands over his face. He looked hopelessly around the mess of open boxes surrounding them and then back at Cas.

“Thanks.” Dean didn’t seem embarrassed or awkward for once, just grateful. Cas just nodded and briefly grasped Dean’s shoulder once more. The angel was happy to have offered Dean some small amount of solace. He always treasured the stolen moments where he could be there for Dean, when it felt like Dean when just letting Castiel love and adore him. Softly smiling, Cas also looked at the boxes for a moment. Softly smiling, Cas also looked at the boxes for a moment.

“Did you have something in mind with these?”, Cas asked looking at the debris of the prior bunker residents.

“Nah. I was trying to get rid of any junk lying around. It was just something to do since while we don't have a case.”

“Sam asked me to get a box of ornaments?” Castiel looked at the piles not sure where to start. Dean looked questioningly at the angel and dug out one of the bottom boxes and passed it to Cas.

“What does he want with these?” Castiel shrugged slightly. Being a very experienced tactician, he knew the best strategy for convincing Dean to help decorate. More than anything else Dean was motivated by helping others.

“I would like to experience Christmas with people I care for. Sam is teaching me some of your local holiday customs. Will you come help?” Castiel may have resorted to the head tilt Dean always responded to. He was not above ‘fighting dirty’ when it came to Dean’s happiness. Dean gave Cas a genuine smile and pushed him towards the door.

“Yeah! Sounds like a plan. Although those ornaments are really ugly.” Cas chuckled as they made their way out of the storage area.

#destiel december 2020 #destiel #destiel fic #destiel december #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #crowley #fanfic #spn

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dothwrites · 4 years

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ayyy congrats on 500!! Prompt: witch/familiar au please?

@queenvee08, I live to serve this is definitely going to be a longer fic at some point in the future i hope you’re happy with yourself

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“What do you think? Hellsbore or mandrake root?”

Dean stops his perusal of the two herbs which, to be fair, look almost identical, to glance over at Cas.

Cas, who is still sulking from this morning, when Dean accidentally kicked him off the bed, doesn’t answer. The only indication he gives that he’d heard Dean at all is the irritated flick of one ear in his direction.

Asshole stays in cat form when he wants to give Dean the silent treatment. And sure, Dean can hold a sulk with the best of them, but it’s also disconcerting to be ignored by someone who’s intent on raising their hind leg and indulging in a thorough tongue bath. Especially when Dean knows that Cas only does that shit to get on his nerves.

“Come on. Cas. Come on. Asked you a question. Come on buddy.”

Dean can feel Cas’ low-grade frustration thrumming through their bond at the back of his mind. It’s like having an annoying song that you just can’t quite get out of your head, or a persistent itch that lingers, no matter how you contort your body to get at it. It’s annoying, but ultimately not damaging. Except Dean is done being ignored. He truly does want Cas’ opinion, seeing that he and Cas make a hell of a team (in the six months since he and Cas bonded, Dean’s understanding and abilities have only deepened, to the point that even Bobby says that with a little more practice, he’ll make a hell of a witch), but more importantly, he wants Cas’ company.

When he’s not being a grouchy little bastard, Cas is great to have around. If he’s in cat form, he’ll laze on the counter, sunning himself and batting at the random bits of string that Dean dangles in front of him. After some trial and error and one memorable time when Dean yowled, Holy shit Cas your claws, as Cas failed to gain purchase and ended up dragging his claws down the back of Dean’s neck, he’s learned the trick of balancing on Dean’s shoulders as Dean fills orders and experiments to make different combinations of spells. Dean’s gotten used to Cas draping himself on the back of his neck, like a warm, furry weight (fucker is heavy). And then there are the times when Cas will just curl up next to him, or wrap himself around Dean’s ankles, butting his head against him. It’s worth it then, for the daily allergy potion that he drinks (a twist of fate that his familiar ended up being a cat, the one animal that Dean’s allergic to, but it’s worth it if it’s Cas).

And if Cas is in human form, then that’s even better, because he’ll sit crosslegged on the counter and help Dean measure out ingredients for spells. He’ll read spells over Dean’s shoulder, suggesting improvements or modifications (Cas’ practical knowledge of witchcraft is formidable, his intellect staggering and sharp; every time he speaks, Dean’s reminded that he’s in the presence of a mind much quicker than his own). He’ll even, if the mood strikes him, deal with customers. Dean’s seen more than one granny come tottering in, looking for a joint relief aid, and come waltzing out, starry-eyed, from a conversation with Cas.

Not that Dean blames them. Cas is gorgeous.

He’s the kind of attractive that stops people in their tracks, the kind that makes people do an unironic double-take. When you add in that jawline, those shoulders, the long elegant fingers, thick runner’s thighs, and perpetually messy bedhead, and multiply it by his pack-a-day deep voice, and then throw in his intelligence–No wonder that people are falling over themselves.

And that’s the problem. Because Dean is one of those people.

It’s not forbidden persay, shacking up with your familiar, but it is the kind of weird that gets you talked about at parties. It’s taboo enough that only the fringe elements of the community will even entertain the notion, and then in whispers and titters. Kind of like having people figure out that you like weird kinky sex stuff. There’s no law against it, but they sure as hell look at you differently.

Dean’s not sure if he’s ready for that. And he’s damn sure not going to make a move until he’s sure that Cas is interested. And as for that…Dean has no idea. They may share a bond, but the bond doesn’t stretch to their every thought, which means that they can hide things from each other. And Cas can be closed off when he wants to be, which makes him almost impossible to read.

So Dean grits his teeth, keeps running his shop, and tries not to have a coronary every time he goes to sleep with Cas in his cat form at the foot of his bed and wakes up with Cas in human form snuggled up next to him (that probably means something, right? What? What does it mean?).

And then there are the times that he tries not to scream, like right now, when he poses another question to Cas, and the irritated scrabbling at the back of his mind gets louder. Cas pins him with a long look before he deliberately flattens his ears to his skull. A second later, he lifts up his lips to reveal two delicately pointed canines and hisses softly.

“Jesus, it was a fucking accident,” Dean mutters, turning away from Cas. See if two can play that game. He’s interrupted from his brief pity party by the sudden absence of aggravation from Cas. Instead, it’s replaced by intent focus, that steel-trap mind narrowing its sight until it finds a single focal point.

Forewarned, Dean is facing the door, magic already sparking at his fingertips, when it opens and Crowley comes through.

Crowley, who’s been after him for months to join the coven he keeps under his thumb. Crowley, who trades and barters in souls instead of money. Crowley, whose eyes flash red as he neatly sidesteps the Devil’s Trap Dean keeps hidden underneath the rug.

A low growl rumbles from Cas’ chest as he stalks over to Dean. It never ceases; Dean can feel it shaking through his body as Cas presses against his elbow. Their bond tightens and Dean feels the additional surge of magic, the familiar supporting his witch and boosting his powers. The magic surges through Dean, the purest drug he’ll ever need, and that, combined with the presence of Cas at his side, gives Dean enough fortitude to look at Crowley and snarl “Get the fuck out.”

Crowley pretends to be hurt. “Such a cold welcome Squirrel. And after everything I’ve done for you.”

Dean forces a brittle laugh. “You? You’ve never done shit for me, except try to get me in your pocket from Day 1. I told you then and I’m telling you now–I’m not for sale.” Next to him, Castiel hisses in punctuation, lips curling back to reveal his bared teeth. Without looking, Dean reaches down and settles his hand on top of Cas. He feels the fur standing on end, the tension running taut through every inch of Cas’ frame.

Crowley flicks a dismissive eye towards Castiel. “Can it pussycat,” he sneers, before he turns back to Dean, ignoring how Castiel’s growl rises in pitch. His eyes glow red in warning. “Last chance Winchester. Take the deal before something goes wrong.”

Dean doesn’t even need to consider. “How about you go to hell?”

He senses Crowley moving before he does, but it’s Cas who acts. With an inhuman screech, he launches himself from the counter straight at Crowley, claws outstretched.

A flick of Crowley’s fingers sends Cas flying across the room, his small body hitting the shelves. Cas’ high, anguished scream, somewhere in between a human and cat cry, strikes straight at Dean’s heart.

Magic sparks at his fingertips and this time it’s his turn to flick his fingers. He’s never been adept at nonverbal magic, but it turns out that with rage clouding his vision, he’s amazing at it. It doesn’t feel like it takes any effort at all for him to hold Crowley stationary, hand outstretched. No matter how much Crowley struggles, he can’t break free.

Dean chances a glance to the other side of the room. His chest clenches in worry when he catches sight of Cas’ human frame, sprawled unmoving on the floor, back to him. For Cas to lose control of his form–Dean turns back to Crowley. For the first time, the demon’s face shows fear.

“You head back to that pit of brimstone you crawled out of,” Dean snarls. The urge to hurt, to rend rises in him, dark and ugly–But then he feels, muted but still blessedly present, the calm pulse of Castiel in the back of his mind. It soothes the violence in Dean, long enough for him to look at Crowley and enunciate every word, just so that there’s no misunderstanding. “If I ever see you in this shop again, I won’t hesitate to rip you right out of that meatsuit and shove you down so far into the pit that it’ll take decades for you to crawl back out.”

He leaves Crowley pinned for a moment, just to make sure that the demon gets the message, before he relaxes his hand. Crowley’s feet don’t even touch the floor before he disappears.

Dean rushes to Cas’ side, gently turning him over. A thin trickle of blood runs from Cas’ hairline to his temple. Dean’s blood boils, but before he can perform a summoning to yank Crowley’s ass back and take every bit of Cas’ suffering out of his hide, Cas’ eyes flutter open.

Now, as always, Dean’s caught in their piercing gaze. His mouth goes dry and he becomes aware that he’s gently thumbing over the bolt of Cas’ jaw. He doesn’t stop.

“Crowley gone?” Cas asks, voice thicker and rougher than usual, but his eyes are lucid.

“Yeah. Asshole hightailed it out of here.”

And before he can second-guess himself, give himself a list of reasons of why he shouldn’t, Dean leans down and kisses Cas. It’s firm, unyielding and unapologetic, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind what he means.

Cas freezes, but only for a moment, and then he’s kissing back, hands reaching up to rest against Dean’s cheek. His fingers hook into the soft spot behind Dean’s ear, pulling him closer, and Dean goes willingly.

“Finally,” Cas murmurs, once they part.

“Finally?” Dean echoes, drunk on the memory of Cas’ stubble scraping against his chin, the bold sweep of Cas’ tongue against the seam of his lips.

Cas gives him his best flat stare. “I was spooning you every morning for two straight weeks. What did you think I was trying to do?”

Dean swallows, aware that he may not be as suave as he likes to pretend. “I thought you were cold?” he offers, when it becomes clear Cas is waiting for his answer.

“You thought I…” Cas murmurs to himself, before he rolls his eyes. “What would you do without me?” he asks, rhetorically, before he’s pulling Dean’s face down to his once more.

Don’t know, Dean thinks blissfully, as he proceeds to learn Cas and the variety of noises that Cas can be persuaded to make.

Hopefully I’ll never find out.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #dean winchester #castiel #witch!dean #familiar!cas #cas is a cat because why not #witch/familiar au #dothwrites

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found--family · 4 years

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summary of 15x15:

Pastor DR. SEXY (with tattoos) = Dean will see you @ church 🙏

hello Ted 😅

i love when Dean's research skills get front and centre

CASTIEL I HAVE MISSED YOU (and i saw your jealous face over Dean's *thing* w. Amara, don't think I didn't...)

umm.. they didn't tell Cas about Mrs. Butters? NO. i reject your reality and substitute my own

Cas + Jack teaming up for a case!! #QualityContent

Jack excited about working the case w. Cas has my heart 😍

papa!Cas indulging his son 🥰 more of this softness please

AGENTS SWIFT + LOVATO like papa like son! 😎😎

BABY YODA!

"i just graduated from CSI" 😂

Team Swivato tag-teaming w. the routine supe questions 😅

upside to hearing gruesome case talk: learning Jack has a Marvellous Marvin Talking Teddy™

i love that teal truck. i love it.

*squeal of delight* COWBOY!CAS photo = DEAN TOOK A PHOTO OF CAS ON THEIR HONEYMOON CASE I AM LIVING 🤠📸

Cas being put off by all the cat photos on social media #BigMood

Cas is Jack's Parent/Guardian and this ep is giving me lots of AU feels and i love it

male demon w. British accent! i'm thrilled 👏 Zack is like a mini Crowley.. or a wannabe w. a fake accent but i'll take it

another *Highway to Heaven* reference.. and Hells Yes I'd watch that show too 📺 (cue the AU)

Heaven could learn from Queen of Hell Rowena's philosophy, ie. not meddling w. souls

*Humans can be the worst kind of monsters* nods solemnly

Cas choosing to help on a non-supe case rather than wait around in the bunker. more please.

hearing + seeing both sides of a Hunter-Husbands-checking-in phonecall is what we deserve

what's with all the finger-torture lately?

Jack going undercover. trust. good.

OMFG CAS + PASTOR SEXY Dean would 💓😵💓

*dating* = watching lots of old movies together huh?.. 😏💚💻💙🛏️

Jack misses Kelly, but Jack has 3 dads! 💗

Cas sitting on a plaid couch big enough for 3

PLEASE don't let an acknowledged queer character's death be because he was queer. i will riot.

*a saint is a sinner who keeps trying* 👏

am i the only one who, in 15 seasons, never noticed the Impala's fuel cap is behind the license plate? 🧐

🌨️ SNOW 🌨️

💗 AMARA IN PINK! AMARA IN PINK! AMARA IN PINK! 💗

Dean has a very distinctive musk.. 😏

lunch first, talk second.

hungry!Amara feeds herself w. food not souls #Growth

aww Dean never got his Atlantic City last hurrah

Castiel's story 👏😭💖 faith, family, free will, fatherhood.

Patchwork Family; Found Family.

Emily Swallow, i love you.

DEAN + AMARA'S CONVO is the content we deserve 🏆 bonus: more talk of Dean's anger issues!

there's something poetic about Angelic folk on a case involving Evil Humans + Faith, while Human folk deal w. a real God..

Angel!Cas got moves + heart + smarts 😇

sneaky bored demon..

we deserve more papa!Cas + son!Jack bonding moments 😭

Dean + Cas communicating = 😊💖

NO. DO NOT send Cas off on his own AGAIN to try and find some lead is2g writers: you can do better, Cas deserves better, and i will not stand for this bs 🤬

bonus 15x16 promo: excited for kid!Dean flashbacks. probably the last MoTW ep we'll get?

#spn 15x15 #watchnotes #I'm late to the party but here we go!#s15 #15x15 #15x16

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mittensmorgul · 4 years

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Aah, one of the Great Unresolved Plot Arcs of s10, burned and abandoned by the roadside when Carver had to slam on the brakes and detour into a random blind alley to walk back most of what he set up in s10′s mytharc.

S10 has so many beautiful episodes, even AFTER the mytharc slash and burn at midseason, they just don’t work as one cohesive whole. And I will eternally despise this whole season because of it.

The most HILARIOUS bit about it is now, with the big reveal of Chuck’s overarching supervillainy in 14.20, we can look back at s10-- and the fallout from all of Metatron’s s8 and s9 machinations from the fracture of heaven and the angel fall event, bringing Abaddon back into the story after she’d already been defeated in 8.12, from the smashing of the angel tablet to Dean having taken the mark of cain in the first place, to demon Dean, to slaughtering of Cain first and then Death, and the unlocking of the Mark of Cain and freeing the Darkness... ALL of it can be chalked up as Chuck’s narrative failures. And Metatron was foil, the fall guy, this time around in Chuck’s Plot-Go-Round. He was Chuck’s scapegoat.

As a demon, Dean behaved exactly the way Chuck expected s15 Dean to behave. Chuck threw the pretty blonde victim in his path and expected Dean to play knight in shining armor and give in to the woman’s seduction. Maybe if Dean had been a demon, he wouldn’t have cared and would’ve taken advantage of a victim nearly half his age, like he did with Ann Marie in 10.01, but that is not who Dean is, no matter how much Chuck might want him to be that guy for the purposes of his story.

There’s so much in 10.01 about the intended development of Cas’s arc that never came to pass in s10, and it looks so horrifyingly similar thematically to Cas’s final confrontation with himself, his motives, his guilt, and his understanding of himself, humanity, and free will.

In 10.01:

HANNAH: And you, Castiel? You're feeling well? CASTIEL: Oh, yes. Like a million dollars. HANNAH: That's not true. CASTIEL: It's my truth. HANNAH: When you left heaven, your borrowed Grace was failing. By the looks of you, you've only gotten worse. CASTIEL: I'm fine. HANNAH: You're dying, Castiel. You need more Grace. CASTIEL: And we have a mission in front of us that supersedes my needs -- all of our needs. Don't you agree? You're a good soldier, Hannah... And one of the best. Metatron certainly could not have been brought to heel without your bravery. HANNAH: Or yours. You must take care of yourself, Castiel. CASTIEL [lashing out]: And another angel should die so that I can be saved?! Is this really that hard to understand?

For comparison’s sake, we saw Lucifer-- aka the villain-- do this with impunity in s13, not caring about what he destroyed in his quest for personal restoration to his former glory. But Cas had to be force-fed grace by Crowley in 10.03 to keep the plot from folding in on itself, to keep Cas from “burning out.” Because Cas wouldn’t sacrifice anyone else in his place. Everything else in his life was structured around “the mission,” and his duty to fix what he blames himself from having broken. Early s10 shows his completely divided loyalty-- between saving Heaven and the Angels as penance from having played a role in the devastation that’s brought it to this point, and his duty to the Winchesters and his mission to save Dean at all costs. First, the angels:

HANNAH: Perhaps it is you who has failed to get the message? All of us serve at heaven's command. DANIEL: I suppose. But that was before the fall, wasn't it? HANNAH: You are an angel, once and forever. DANIEL: Dropped unwillingly...Unknowingly...Into a strange land, a land that, as it turns out, celebrates the free, the individual. For the first time in thousands of years, I have choices. And with each choice... I begin to discover who I really am. HANNAH: This is nonsense. DANIEL: Because they don't teach you this in heaven? Perhaps they should. Then you would understand why it's worth fighting for.

Cas is... torn. He’s both sides of this conversation. He wishes he could just abandon heaven the way Daniel and Adina tried, but that sense of duty bound him to “do the right thing,” and “follow orders” and do what he could to remedy his own past mistakes. He willingly sacrifices his own happiness and choices thinking that in doing so at least he can correct some of his mistakes and restore a measure of peace to the Winchesters. And... the system was always rigged against him.

In s15, this fundamental lack of understanding (which we will gain in s13 during Dean’s period of grief over Cas’s death) of his importance to Dean’s ongoing peace and happiness, viewing himself as a disposable tool for achieving what he believes is his “mission,” his reason he was resurrected from the Empty, becomes explicit in 15.02. It plays out in his mission to save Dean in 10.03, and then immediately returning to his Heaven Mission with Hannah the moment he believes Dean doesn’t need him anymore. It leaves Dean feeling like he’s nothing but a burden to Cas, a distraction from his “more important” duties, like Dean has no right to put a further emotional burden on Cas by asking him to just STAY, by forcing his apparently unrequited feelings on Cas. This is now the sole issue standing between them. It’s a complicated tangle of years of failures to communicate their actual wants and needs outside of their respective cosmically-enforced duties.

SAM [walking down a rural road]: You need to get to Beulah, North Dakota -- now. CASTIEL: I do? SAM: Yes. Crowley and Dean were there. We got to pick up their trail. CASTIEL: Good. Great. SAM: Yeah, um...not so much. Cas...Dean's a demon. CASTIEL: Dean's a demon? How? SAM: The Mark --I-I guess it --it just messed him up. I don't know. CASTIEL: That is a vast understatement. SAM: Right. Now, Cas, listen. I know you're not feeling so hot, but this is kind of an “all hands on deck” situation here, so... CASTIEL: So... I'll meet you there.

The horror of it all, Cas is needed to help save Dean, and yet he’s practically human-- sleeping, weak and unable to even heal himself, and back then he had Hannah bargaining with Metatron to restore his grace. And in 15.02, Dean just wanted Cas to side with HIM for once. But:

CASTIEL: You're angry. DEAN: Yes, I am angry. At everything. All of it. CASTIEL: All of it? DEAN: This mess... all the messes. It turns out that we're just hamsters running in a wheel our whole lives. What do we have to show for it, huh? Tell me you don't feel conned. God's been lying to you, Cas, forever. You bought into the biggest scam in history. CASTIEL: You don't think I'm angry? After what Chuck did? After what he took from me? He killed Jack. But that doesn't mean it was all a lie. DEAN: Really? Chuck is all-knowing. He knew the truth, he... he just kept it to himself. Well, now that his cover's blown, everything that we've done is for what? Nothing?

to Dean, it appears as if Cas’s anger is entirely and only about Chuck having taken Jack from him. Dean doesn’t understand what Jack symbolized to Cas. This is EXACTLY what Zerbe was saying the other day in this post:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/189063380030/wait-dead-lover-as-in-either-cas-or-dean-is

lol just go read that instead so I can spare myself having to type anymore today.

#spn s15 spoilers #spn 15.05 #spn 15.02 #spn 10.01 #spn 10.02 #spn 10.03 #spiders georg of the tnt loop #s15 meta rewatch #it's spirals all the way down #dabb vs cars #destiel #the scheherazade of supernatural #at this point i should just stop bothering with meta tags because *waves hand at everything in a significant fashion*

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thetechnicallylegendary · 5 years

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A Supernaturally Good Omens Wedding

Sitting at a little pastry shop in France, Crowley realized something. After 6,000 years, the Armageddon that wasn’t, and trials by both angels and demons, he had no idea what he would do if he lost Aziraphale. During the end of the world he tried multiple time to get him to run away with him, so he didn’t have to imagine life, no, existence, without him (cause if Aziraphale wasn’t with him it wasn’t living). But every time he brought leaving up, Aziraphale would immediately shut it down, “No, Crowley. We have to find a away to stop it, not run away from it.” After all the hufflebuff of the end of the world, they still had to cover their arses, both knowing that there would be hell to pay for not letting either side go to war with each other. During all that time, Crowley tried to push out the one thought that kept coming in, what would have happened if he couldn’t protect Aziraphale? If something happened and he wasn’t there for him? Hell, when he thought that his angle went up in that bookshop, he lost it, only being saved when Aziraphale popped into the pub that he was sulking in to snap him out of it. So, in the sunshine of the spring, with thousands of people bustling around, Crowley knew what he had to do. “Angel,” he said to get Aziraphale’s attention, “what would you say if I asked you to marry me?” Aziraphale, who was busy enjoying his second love of his life, crepes, stops midair, his fork hanging in the air, his mouth open, shock written across his face. Aziraphale slowly closes his mouth and sets his fork down, not breaking eye contact with Crowley. “I- I’m sorry, what did you say?” he stutters out. Crowley smirks, knowing he caught his angel off guard, “I said, what would you say if I asked you to marry me?” Clearing his throat Aziraphale replies, “Well, if you were to actually propose, I can’t see why I would say no, I’ve already spent all of my life with you, it’s not like it would be much different from how we have been living as it is.” Crowley expected this answer, prepared for it actually, so he had backup questions to ask Aziraphale, “You know we would be living together, of course we can figure out who wants to move where, I can always make space for your books and such in my apartment or you could clean out a space in the clutter of the shop for me.” That didn’t seem to bother Aziraphale, “Of course, it would be nice to have you around more often anyway, I always feel safe when you’re around.” Crowley nodded his head slightly, “And you would have to get used to my house plants being around, we’re a package deal.”

“I’ve been thinking about bringing in some plants myself, add some color to the wallpaper.” “Already thinking about moving me in with you I see.”

“Not intentionally, just stating a fact.”

“And you would have you kiss me, in front of all the guests at the wedding.”

That made Aziraphale pause for a moment. Of course, they have kissed before, that isn’t what startled him, being the celestial being that he is he has never been one on public displays of affection, not seeing it as a bad thing, just as a unnecessary action, “Ok, that’s tradition right? Sealing the vows with a kiss? Not a problem.”

“And we would have to consummate the marriage, tradition and all.” Crowley smirked. He knew that Aziraphale had never done the deed. He was the purest being you would have ever met, not a blemish on him. Of course, after all their time down on earth, you can’t really call him entirely celestial anymore, the human had rubbed off onto him, causing some changes to pop up. Aziraphale reacted as Crowley might have expected, his face turning bright red and his forehead getting a light sheen onto it. “Well that’s one way to get him hot and bothered.” Crowley thought to himself with a smirk. “W-w-well, it’s not that I have any objections that it being you that I would be doing that with, it’s just that, well, I don’t want to sound pathetic to you, but-“

Crowley stops Aziraphale before he can even finish his sentence, his face becoming serious, “Angel don’t ever think for one second that I find you pathetic, I know who you are and where you have come from, I didn’t expect anything less. I just couldn’t resist seeing you turn red.” Crowley says with a smirk coming back to his face.

Aziraphale, for the first time since this conversation started, smiles slightly before going back to what he was saying, “You would have to be gentle with me, I don’t know how much more, experienced you are than I am.” Crowley kept smirking, not enlightening his angel on that piece of information. Changing the subject Crowley asked, “Ok, well, we have to have witnesses, but we don’t seem to have the biggest fan club right now so who do you want to invite to the wedding?” Aziraphale paused for moment, “You are being serious about this aren’t you? I thought it was just another one of your jokes to rile me up” Crowley took Aziraphale’s hand from his lap where it has been resting and placed it on his heart. There he could feel the rapid pulse quicken with each beat, “Angel, I’ve never been more serious about anything gin my whole life. Marry me. Spend the rest of your life with me and I promise you will never regret a second of it.” Crowley could always predict what his angel would do before he did it, but not this time, cause the next thing that Crowley knew, Aziraphale was kissing him, in public, leaning into his crepe. When Aziraphale pulled back there was a bright smile plastered on his face, “Well, there is someone that I think wouldn’t mind coming to the ceremony. I haven’t talked to him in a while though, he went rouge a while back and hasn’t reported back to the main office since.” Crowley met his angel’s smile with just as much light, “Well, send him an invite and let’s hope for the best.

Over in America, where none of the average citizens had any idea what had taken place in England, a group of three men had just gotten back to what they considered home after an exponentially difficult hunting trip. “Dean, I had that vamp! If you would have just let me finish it, we wouldn’t have been stuck with the rest of the nest! But no, Dean had to be the macho hero and take charge.” Sam exclaimed as the entered the bunker covered in dirt and vampire blood. Team Freewill had just take on a nest of about 40 vampires, not knowing exactly who the original creator was. “Sam, you didn’t even have the right one! That was just a creepy guy that the chick turned to cover herself! It was the redhead in the green jumpsuit. Who in their right name wears a jumper in November? Someone who doesn’t feel the cold, that’s who!” Dean always did have the eye for fashion out of the three of them. As the two brothers continued to bicker at each other, Castiel made his way over to the table in what would be considered the study area. On top of the table was a perfectly white envelope. As Castiel opened the envelope, he immediately recognized who the letter was from. Inscribed in the letter was the following:

Castiel,

If you don’t mind, your presence is requested in London for the union of myself to Mr. Crowley. If it fits your convenience, the location will be at the bookstore that I own in Soho, Wednesday 14, 2019, Noon. Bring your friends if you would like.

Thank you,

Aziraphale.

To say that Castiel was surprised would be a lie, he knew that those two would end up together. They made disobedience popular, always lying to Michael and Beelzebub about what was actually happening between the two of them. Of course, Cas would also be lying if he said that they didn’t give him courage to follow how he feels towards a certain Winchester. Speaking of, the brothers had noticed that the angel that they have grown to call a brother had disappeared while they were bickering. “Cas?” Dean called, not sure where his angel had went. “In here Dean.” Cas called back. Dean led the way into the study, find Cas reading over what looked to be letter, “Whatcha got there Cas? Letter from the President asking for some heavenly assistance in running the country?” Dean asked walking around to look over Cas’s shoulder. “No, a couple of friends of mine are getting married in London. They invited me to the wedding.” Dean and Sam shared a glance as Cas continued to look at the letter. “Like friends from the pearly gates?” Dean asked. “Well one is, the other is from Hell.” That took the brothers by shock as well. At their silence Cas looked up from the letter to see the looks that were being passed between the two of them, “What? One is an Angel and the other was one for a while. Politics got in his way and he sauntered down from Heaven. Let’s say he helped me while I was struggling with who I should side with, Heaven or you guys.” Cas explained. Still shocked that Cas had friends that he never talked about, Dean decided that it wasn’t the weirdest thing that has happened to them, “Well ok, when’s the wedding and will they have pie?” Cas looked back down at the letter, “Four days from now, plenty of time to get the three of us over there.” “Whoa Cas, are they gonna be ok with us going with you? They don’t know us.” Sam asked leaning against the table. “They know you Sam. You all are well known among the Angel and Demon communities.” Dean just laughed and shook his head, “Well then, what’s the happy couples name?” “Aziraphale and Crowley. Not our Crowley, this one is just as annoying and pompous, but he means well by it.” Dean continues to laugh as he shakes his head at Cas’ words, “Looks like we’re going wedding gift shopping. Get the champagne and lace ready boys. We’re going to London.”

#good omens #supernatural #wedding #I tried #i hope you like it #Not my idea #Thank you for reading!

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it’s been so, so long (chapter 4)

Chapter Title: Lay my head, under the water; Aloud I pray, for calmer seas

Pairings: Sam Winchester/Gabriel | Dean Winchester/Castiel | background Crobby

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.8k

Chapter Summary: Dean-centric chapter with a bit of focus on both DeanCas and Bobby/Crowley. || Feathers are found and decisions are made.

Three Weeks Later

Dean sat at the kitchen table, twelve individually spaced black-as-night feathers laid out before him as he thumbed through the yellowed pages of a somewhat-ancient text on trickster gods. His eyes kept blurring, not quite able to read the words in front of him, but his fingers turned the pages all the same. The night outside is loud--crickets singing and the far-off sound of cars whirring past on a rural highway. Bobby had headed off to catch some shut-eye a few hours ago. Sam was in the living room, searching for something on his laptop with the television going at a low hum. This should feel normal. Should feel good, even. Sammy was safe, Bobby was alive and well, and the world wasn’t ending. Or, at least if it was, he didn’t know about it. Cas wasn’t here. Cas hadn’t been here in a few weeks. Almost a month. And there was a heaviness in Dean’s stomach, a constant breathlessness in his lungs. It didn’t feel right without Cas here.

Chilled night air drifted in from the open kitchen window, tugging lightly at the pages of the text he hadn’t been able to focus on for hours. Dean closed the book and let his eyes slip shut.

It was colder, all those nights ago. A bit muggier. They were hunting a pack of werewolves, trying to get back into the swing of things after dealing solely with the apocalypse for close to a year. The pack was active near Bobby’s house, so they settled down, enjoyed the comforts of having their own bedrooms for once. Hunting werewolves would be a walk in the park, almost ingrained in them by now, like riding a bike. And yet, as Sam and Bobby both eventually surrendered to sleep, Dean sat at the kitchen table, guns laid out, meticulously cleaning and checking and reassembling. Castiel was beside him, sitting too close, his knee resting against Dean’s thigh as he stared out the window. If they weren’t alone, maybe Dean would have told him to move.

An hour passed, and Dean had cleaned all of the guns he had brought in with him. The clock on the stove read 2:18am and Castiel was still beside him. His hand was on Dean’s arm, stilling his hand before he could move to start cleaning the first gun for a second time.

“It’s clean.” Castiel said, and Dean relented, though Castiel did not move his hand. They stayed like that for a few minutes, bile rising up into Dean’s throat as his heart beat quicker and quicker until Cas took his hand away. He started on the first gun again, and Castiel’s hand moved to his thigh, warm even through the thick, lined fabric of his jeans. Cas didn’t say anything else that night, but he stayed with him until morning, got up from his chair around 8am and started a new pot of coffee.

People always talk about realizing you’re in love like it’s some grand event. Like it washes over you when you least expect it, like a grand romantic gesture would suddenly have you struck head-over-heels for someone. And Dean was sure that for some people, that may be how it happened. But loving Castiel? Realizing that he was in love with Castiel? Felt like breathing. Felt like laughing. Felt like something that had always been there. Felt like home . It was nights like these, nights where his anxiety, his paranoia overwhelmed him and made him feel like he couldn’t breathe, that really nailed the coffin. Soft reassurances, warm comfort, no pushing, no prying, just letting him work through it on his own, but still there if he felt he needed help.

They returned home from the hunt without injury and Castiel guided him to his room, settled him down on his bed and told him to sleep. He did not protest when Dean pulled him down into the covers with him, apart from pausing to slip off his shoes before curling around him and entwining their fingers together.

Dean jolted back into awareness as Sam shuffled into the kitchen, the old, worn-down floorboards creaking beneath his feet, coffee mug in hand and a golden feather sticking out of the pocket of his robe. Groggily, Dean wondered if Sam was aware that the feather was there. They seemed to show up in the oddest of places; places where they shouldn’t be able to be without someone having noticed them being placed there. Every day there seemed to be a black feather tucked away somewhere Dean knew it hadn’t been the previous day. They hadn’t talked about it, but Dean knew that the same thing was happening with Sam. Golden feathers hidden away in his clothes, his shoes, his bed. Each feather Dean saw was less pure-gold and more of a shining amber, though he was half-sure that may be his mind playing tricks on him. They had been cooped up in Bobby’s house all week, reading text after text, poring over websites on angel feather lore, only to find nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just the odd historical reference to wings as a whole, or whackjobs on religious forums talking about how “angel feathers were messages from God himself” or “it means He is near”.

“Find anything?” Sam’s voice was rough and Dean got a sudden, unbidden urge to pour some honey in Sam’s coffee.

“Nope.” Dean said, snapping hsi book shut. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to will the drowsiness from them.

“Same here.” Sam said. He recoiled as the coffee touched his tongue, nose scrunching up in bitter distaste.

“Is that coffee still showing up?” Dean asked. If they weren’t in this situation, if Cas was still here, if the threat of not knowing where he was or if he was hurt wasn’t looming over him like a reaper, Dean would probably have teased Sam about getting addicted to trickster coffee. Probably would have been more concerned about it, really. In all reality, they didn’t actually know where the coffee was coming from or what exactly was in it and Dean probably should be more concerned about that.

“Yeah. Every once in a while. Less and less though, lately.” Sam said, and then gestured to the feathers Dean had laid on the table, “More feathers?”

“Every day now.”

“Anything new?”

Dean looked at the feathers, touching his fingertips to the edge of the one that had arrived just this morning.

“Hot--eh--”

“GedUnPaDonGonGraphUr.”

“ Dean.”

“ Bond.”

Shaking his head, Dean chuckled softly, “Just a bunch of broken syllables, my name, and the word ‘bond’.” Dean could see Sam perk up at “bond”.

“That’s...interesting.” Sam paused for a moment, “You know, you’ve been getting a lot more feathers than I have.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe the feathers have something to do with a bond? You and Castiel would obviously have a stronger one...for a variety of reasons. It would make sense that Gabriel and I would have a weak bond. But…” Sam trailed off, eyebrows knitting together. A minute passed and Dean was growing impatient. He wanted this to be done; he wanted Cas back.

“But? Out with it, Sammy.” Dean snapped.

“Have you been receiving anything other than feathers? Noticing anything missing from your room? Feeling anything strange?” Sam asked, his voice soft, like he didn’t want to bring this up.

“No?” Dean answered.

Sam hummed and took out his phone, scrolled through something and eventually put the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, Crowley.” Sam said, and Dean’s blood ran cold in his veins.

-=-=-=-=

Crowley appeared in the living room about 30 minutes later, hellhound in tow, smiling like a goddamn child on christmas morning.

“It’s been much too long, darling.” Crowley drawled, eyes focused intently on Bobby. The old hunter sighed and flopped down on the couch, downing the rest of the beer in his hand.

“You saw me this morning, ya old bastard.” Bobby said, expressly trying to ignore all of them. Dean frowned, moving more toward the center of the room, inching in between his surrogate father and the demon.

“Love you too, Robert.” Crowley grinned wider and then turned to face Sam, “What’s so special that you needed to call me in, Moose? It’s not like you to call me up for just an evening chat.”

“Cas is missing.” Sam said, “Do you know anything about angel feathers?”

Crowley considered them for a moment, eyes searching for something in Sam’s face before snapping himself up a glass of whiskey.

“Get into a scuffle with your boyfriend and he goes missing, so naturally, ask the king of hell to track him down and solve all your problems, eh?” Crowley smirked, focus now shifted to Dean.

“ Crowley.” Bobby all but growled from the couch, and Crowley chuckled.

“Angel feathers are pretty powerful stuff. They have traces of grace in them. There was a saying in hell, back when I was first recruited, that said something along the lines of: if you need to kill an angel, stab a feather through their heart. Not sure if that’s true, but always worth a shot.” Crowley said, absently patting what Dean assumed to be the hellhound.

“Anything about communicating through them? Leaving messages? Clues?” Sam asked.

“Back in the day some angels used them to convey messages to humans in their charge without having to physically manifest.” Crowley said. He sat on the couch next to Bobby, shooing the hunter’s legs out of the way so that he would have enough room.

“Could you use Darla to find him?” Bobby asked as something seemed to nuzzle into his lap.

“Hellhounds aren’t really equipped to find angels. Not enough scent to them.” Crowley said.

“What if we got some of Cas’ feathers?” Bobby said.

“Uhm. Ex cuse me?” Dean said, “We’re not using a hellhound to track down Cas.” Sam shot him a look, like he should keep his mouth shut and Dean glared back. There was no way in hell he’d he giving one of Cas’ feathers to Crowley, let alone a fucking hellhound.

“Maybe. No promises.” Crowley continued, ignoring Dean in favor of leaning back into the couch, refilling his empty glass with another snap of his fingers. “It’s been a while since you invited me onto a case. If I help you, what do I--”

Bobby cut him off, “You get to be invited back, idjit.” Bobby folded his feet into Crowley’s lap and Crowley huffed in defeat.

“ Fine.” Crowley grumbled.

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Words: 3,557 Demon!Dean x Reader Warnings: swearing? always. A/N: THAT'S RIGHT IT'S FINALLY HEEEERE! This is the third part of a mini-series! Read Part 1 and 2 first!

Dean was leaning his elbows on the worn and scratched bar, a double of something in a glass with melting ice, yet untouched, sitting in front of him. Vastly unlike his usual bouts of karaoke and boisterous laughter, he was silent and brooding. His face was covered by a shadow that had nothing to do with the dim, recessed lighting.

After Crowley had made himself scarce, Dean had rushed to get as far away from that shell of you as he could. He wondered now if he should have stayed. What would Crowley have his minions do with (he hesitated on the next word) you? Would they burn you? Surely not… They would want every chance to bring you back if they could—if Crowley could still use you as a pawn he would. Dean wouldn’t put it past Crowley to try to have some other demon use your body as a meatsuit, maybe even pretend to be you. The idea sickened and infuriated him. Or, Dean wasn’t sure if this was worse, the thought of you rotting in a hole somewhere. Or in some makeshift morgue in hell… frozen like just anybody on a steel slab.

He slammed down his drink and raised a finger to the bartender to ask for another. Why was he tied up in knots about this? He was a fucking demon! He nearly shook his his head, as if that would shake out the thoughts of you… but what was this thick, heavy brick in his chest?

Just as his glass was being refilled, two demons he didn’t know sidled in through the door. Dean was immediately aware of them, like a sixth sense, but they didn’t seem to take any note of him sitting like a loner at the empty bar counter as they made their way to a nearby table.

This bar was home for many misfits and representatives of the seedier side of Chicago’s underbelly—human and non-human, both an underworld meeting place and parting of ways. It wasn’t uncommon for other demons to spend time there, which is part of the reason Dean had chosen it, and it looked like he was in luck. He was hoping to overhear news without having to lower himself to contacting Crowley—or worse… Sam and Cas.

Relieved that they hadn’t yet detected him, Dean hung his head. He realized that any one who was on the lookout for him probably was used to him announcing himself with drunken antics and Jimmy Buffet karaoke. No one was looking for him as the solemn nobody at the bar, keeping a hangover at bay with more than a little hair of the dog, quietly and solitarily.

Fortunately, the two demons took a couple of stools at the end of the bar. They were close enough that Dean would be able to overhear, but not close enough that he needed to be worried about being discovered. Still, he turned his shirt collar up and hung his head lower, blocking the bottom half of his face with his glass.

”It’s not as if it’s our fault,” began minion #1. He was clearly worked up and had a twitchy kind of nervous energy, apparently as a result of some distress. “We aren’t the ones that—you know… Somehow it always falls down on us little guys! We’re just average joes! We just follow orders!”

The second demon was much calmer and ordered two drinks before responding. “That isn’t the point. It’s not about it being our fault… Anyway, it doesn’t matter. If what I’ve been hearing is true, none of our allegiance to the King or anyone or anything else will matter. I’ve been in contact with some of my old, old allies. They’ve been hearing some whispering over the deep waves that Crowley may have made a miscalculation.”

The first demon stopped dead in the middle of a sip. “What do you mean? Miscalculation?” He glanced around the bar, apparently nervous, and Dean took that moment to take a deep drink. “…about Winchester?” the demon whispered.

Now Dean was on high alert.

”Mmm,” the second demon shook her head through a sip. “No. About the one he tried to turn.”

The first demon leaned in ever closer. “So… so what? It worked? She’s a demon now?”

The woman demon laughed. “Maybe.”

”Well, what?” The first demon’s voice was somewhat demanding now, clearly sick of his friend playing coy with her information.

”You know how we collect souls? Well, the whole reason behind it is the amount of concentrated power contained in just one human soul...” She gave her a friend a conspiratorial look, seemingly waiting for him to work out the rest of what she was saying. When he didn’t seem to understand, and only stared intensely, she scoffed and finally continued. “Think about it. Y/N still had an entirely human soul in her body when Crowley tried to turn her. If it did work, and I have reasons to believe that it did, there is going to be a demon powered by a supercharged nuclear reactor walking around.”

”Holy shit,” remarked the first demon. His friend scoffed and rolled her eyes.

”Y/N could be the next big thing. Bigger than Crowley, bigger than the Knights of Hell, bigger than Lucifer.”

Eyes wide, there was only one final question asked. “Well, what does that mean… for all of us?”

”Hell if I know. Nobody knows which way this is gonna swing. But me? I’m getting the hell out of here. If you’re smart, you will too.”

When next the two of them glanced around, all that was left of the loner sharing the bar with them was an empty glass the door swinging closed behind him.

_ _ _ _ _ _

”We should stop,” Cas said. He kept his eyes straight ahead, staring through the windshield.

”Why?” Sam asked, doing the same.

”You haven’t eaten today,” Cas replied.

”I’m not hungry.”

”Humans need food, Sam. You need to eat.” He finally turned his piercingly blue eyes over to Sam behind the wheel. “You also haven’t slept in two days.”

”So what?” Sam said. “We’ve got bigger things happening here.”

”Sam…” Cas’s tone was stern and elicited a sigh from Sam.

”Every time we stop, we just waste time and fall farther behind.”

”We won’t be any use to Y/N or Dean with you in a weakened, sleep-deprived, starved condition. Besides,” he said, smoothing his hands down his coat, “we have little to go on right now.”

”Little isn’t nothing,” Sam contradicted, but he put on his turn signal before the next exit and followed the curve off the main highway.

Cas said nothing as Sam brought the car to rest in a parking space by the motel office. “I’ll get a room, order a pizza, and sleep for a few hours. Then we hit the road again, okay?” Cas nodded.

Sam threw his duffle bag down on one of the beds. “What are you going to do?” he asked Cas. “You know I can’t sleep if you’re just going to be sitting in here.” There was exhaustion in Sam’s voice, and Cas was relieved he had managed to convince him to take some food and sleep.

”I have some places I could go to try and find some information. Nothing dangerous,” he added in response to the look on Sam’s face.

”Alright… well, don’t let me sleep past six am.” Cas only nodded.

When Sam turned around after placing his order for a pizza over the phone the angel was gone. He placed his pistol and demon knife on the nightstand and salted all the windows. The door would have to wait until his food arrived.

Later that night, Sam fell asleep in a slumped pile against the headboard, sleeping with the hilt of the demon knife in his hands.

He was startled awake by the once familiar sound of his cell phone ringing… It had been so long since he had even ventured out of the bunker that it now sounded foreign and unexpected. Nobody called him anymore… Not since—Sam shook himself awake and dove into his bag to dig it out. He was hoping that your name would be flashing on the screen, but he was disappointed.

”Hello?”

”Sam?”

Sam rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah. Yeah, who is this?”

”It’s Everett.”

Everett Hanson was a hunter from Washington state that Sam and Dean used to keep in touch with on a regular basis. They’d helped him with some jobs, and he had returned the favor. He was a good man and a good hunter, but the call was perplexing. Everyone in the hunting community knew about Dean… and everyone had left Sam well alone after their initial calls trying to get through to him, trying to offer help, went unanswered for months. Eventually the phone had just stopped ringing. They’d all started to just call Y/N on occasion instead. “Hey—yeah, hey. Sorry. Didn’t recognize your voice at first,” Sam said.

”Well, it’s been a while…” he replied. There was a stretch of thick silence and Sam felt that familiar sickening sensation rising in his stomach.

”Yeah… yeah. Sorry. I just woke up so I’m a little out of it. Umm, what’s up?” Sam asked.

”I was sorta hoping that you could tell me that,” Everett said with a laugh. “You haven’t been hunting up my way lately, have you?”

”No. No, I’m, uhh, about twenty-five hundred miles away actually,” he said with a dry laugh. “Why?”

There was a sigh on the other end of the phone. “It’s the damndest thing. I’ve been tracking a few things around here. I’ve had a werewolf in the works for about a month and a suspected nest of vamps I’ve been keeping an eye on. All of the sudden, gone.”

Sam stopped in the middle of his pacing toward the table where he had a notebook laying out. “What do you mean ‘gone’?”

”I mean gone. I found the werewolf dead in the national forest, body full of silver. I went to do some more surveillance on the vampires and after a whole night of no activity I went up to the house, peaked in through the window. Blood and decapitated vamps everywhere. I’m telling you, Sam. I walked through that whole house… I have no idea what went down in there, but a couple spots looked like something had been vaporized.”

”Vaporized?”

”Just solid uniform blood spray on every damn wall, like a red mist. Maybe it was a hunter, but I don’t know anything about anything that can vaporize vampires. Does that mean anything to you?”

Sam was scribbling notes in his notebook as fast as he could. “Not off the top of my head. Maybe another rival group came in, nest on nest action?” Sam offered.

”I’ve seen that before. Those scenes are usually a total mess,” Everett said. “Nothing but chaos when you have two groups of vamps fighting. There was blood everywhere, but somehow this was clean, methodical. And I didn’t see any bodies I didn’t recognize. All those dead vamps, at least that I found in that house in identifiable pieces, were the same ones I’ve been watching.”

”Right,” Sam said, rubbing another hand over his face.

”And what about the werewolf?” Everett asked. “I’ve been in this job long enough… I don’t believe in coincidences. And there’s one more thing…” Sam waited for him to continue. “We’ve had a couple homicides in Seattle lately that have raised an eyebrow or two.”

”How so?”

”No sign of forced entry, everything locked up from the inside. Every one of the victims was a suspect in some real nasty crimes—murder, rape, kidnapping, that type of thing.”

”Huh. Sounds like you’ve got a vigilante running around in Seattle,” Sam said.

”That’s not the weirdest part… every one of them was killed in the way their suspected victims were tortured or killed. And for a few of those cases, that information wasn’t even public knowledge.”

Sam’s head was spinning. “So--so, you’ve got someone murdering suspected bad guys and someone taking out our kind of bad…”

”Yeah… I thought I’d call you because, uhh, you know. It could be a hunter or somethin’ and you and—you’re the best out there.” Sam knew he had stopped himself from mentioning Dean.

Sam said it for him. “Or Dean.”

There was a pause on the other end. “Yeah, I thought of—I thought of that. What do you think?”

Sam sighed into the phone. “I don’t know. Maybe. But from the little bit I’ve heard he doesn’t seem to be much concerned with anything as a demon, let alone hunting down humans for justice killings…”

”Hmm. Well, keep it on your radar. I think something funny is going on here.”

”Yeah. Will do. Hey, thanks for the call,” Sam said.

”I’ll keep you updated if I figure anything out,” Everett said. “You take care of yourself, Sam.” Sam could hear the concern and pity in his voice, and he tried to ignore it.

”You too. And hey, Everett?”

”Yeah?”

”It was good to hear from you. Stay safe out there.”

”You too.”

Just as Sam ended the call, he heard the rustling of Cas’s wings behind him. “Cas? Where have you been? It’s 10 o’clock.”

”I know,” Cas said.

”You were supposed to wake me up at six,” Sam said.

”I know,” Cas repeated, clearly unconcerned. “But you needed to rest.” He looked at the cell phone in Sam’s hand and his eyes narrowed. “You had a call?”

”Huh? Oh. Yeah. Everett Hanson, out in Washington. He’s had some weird stuff happening out by him. Wanted to know if I had any ideas.”

”What exactly has been going on?” Cas’s expression was now intense, and Sam thought he could read more meaning behind it than the simple question. He quickly explained the monsters, both human and non-human, disappearing and the more he talked the darker the shadow on Cas’s face became. “So, what do you think?”

Cas paced the length of the room away from Sam, hands in the pockets of his trench coat. When he turned back to face Sam, his face was even darker.

”Cas?” Sam prodded.

”You remember when I said something it felt as though something had shifted, that there was some sort of change in energy or power?” Sam nodded at the angel. “A suspicion has been growing in my mind and while you slept I did what I could to gather information from some secure and friendly sources.” Cas hesitated. He seemed concerned about how Sam was going to react.

”And?” Sam urged, taking a few steps toward the angel. “Is it Dean?”

Cas shook his head. “No… I believe it’s Y/N.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

Dean was seated on the end of the bed, sinking into the fluffy down comforter, kicking his boots off and eyeing the room service menu. A rhythmic buzzing distracted him from his debate about whether he should order two or three bottles of Blue Label and he caught sight of his phone buzzing on the nightstand, the glowing blue screen casting a faint glow in the dim room.

Perplexed, Dean grabbed it and eagerly looked at the incoming number: blocked. Strange. This was a brand new and completely clean phone. He’d stolen it on his way out of Chicago simply to have in case he decided he needed to make a call out. He hadn’t expected anyone to be calling in. Curiosity got the best of him, though he figured he would probably just be annoyed to hear Crowley’s douche-y accent on the other end of the line, and he answered.

”Hello?”

He was met with only silence, but he let it stretch, straining to hear anything on the other end.

Finally, at length, he broke it. “Hello?” This time he spoke a little more demandingly.

Still complete silence. Nothing. He could hear nothing but his own breathing. But Dean could feel that someone was on the other end. And he could also feel that he was being toyed with.

”Crowley?!” Dean roared, but he was still met with nothing more than a little hushed white noise. “How did you get this number?” He didn’t like feeling challenged, or played with. He was a fucking demon! “Answer me!” Dean roared.

Click. The call had disconnected. Dean looked angrily down at the phone in his hand, completely perplexed. Stomping across the room he considered the locked screen for only a few seconds before he snapped the phone in half.

Fuming, but also unsure of why he was so angry about just a stupid, probably spam, phone call, Dean wrenched open the fridge and pulled everything out of the mini-bar. Just as he was dumping the contents of the first little bottle in his mouth, the hotel room phone range loud enough he nearly jumped.

He stared hard at the little red light on the phone, burning with every ring. He knew he could just not answer. He could just ignore it.

So he did.

Four rings.

Five rings.

Six rings…

And finally silence.

Dean continued to stare at the phone, waiting with baited breath to see if the light would blink to indicate a message had been left.

There was nothing.

Why was he so on edge? He knew the answer. Of course he did. But he kept reminding himself that he was a fucking demon! Why was it nagging him so much? He couldn’t get that image of you on that slab out of his head.

Dean let out a frustrated yell and smashed his fist down on the little table, sending a splintered crack across the top. And just as he grabbing his next little bottle of liquor and making his way back to the room service menu—that goddamn phone rang again.

This time Dean rushed to the receiver and pressed it to his ear—but he said nothing. And at first there was only silence again. And he waited.

He knew there was someone on the other end. He could feel it. And his heart was racing in his chest.

And finally--

”Hello, Dean.”

Dean was stunned—frozen where he stood—but there was no mistaking it for anyone else. It was your voice on the other end of the line. And still he asked, “Who is this?” His voice deep and quiet, almost a whisper.

There was a light laugh, almost just an exhale. “Don’t kid yourself. You know it’s me.”

And he did. It was undeniably you. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t what version of you this was. But he had a feeling--“I saw you. You were—“

”Dead?” you interrupted. “I guess not.”

Dean didn’t know where to go next. He felt unbalance. It was obvious that you were the one in control in this situation, and he hated it. ”So, what are you now? You’re a demon?” His voice was almost demanding and you smiled, knowing that you had managed to shake Dean Winchester, not something many could say.

”What do you think?” you countered.

Dean gulped at the tightness that was inexplicably forming in his throat. “I don’t what this is—or if this is even really—“ he hesitated to say your name, “But I’m not playing your games. I have plenty of better things to be doing,” he said.

”That’s too bad,” you said.

Dean hesitated. There was a twinge near the base of his skull, something that just felt… odd. And still he couldn’t just hang up the phone. It was almost out of his control. He needed to hear the next word. And the next. “Why?” he finally asked.

”It’s just a shame. I was just thinking of you. In fact, I’ve been thinking of you since I woke up again.” You waited to see if Dean would say anything more, but he wasn’t sure how to interpret your response. “You don’t want to see me?”

Utter confusion was all consuming now and he actually sighed into the phone. “What the hell is this?” he asked in frustration.

Your tone of voice changed completely when next you spoke. Now it was hard and cold. “Don’t you want to replace that limp, pale, dead version of me you have been carrying around in your head?” you asked.

Dean felt a lurch somewhere between his lungs. “…How did—“ he cleared his throat, angry to find that his voice had betrayed some of his unbalance, “How’d you know that?”

There was that light laugh again, really just your breath in his ear. It made Dean feel like you were standing right behind him, sending the hairs on the back of his neck rising like there was a wave of static electricity behind him. “Because I put it there.”

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hekate1308 · 6 years

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Call Of Nature

More siren!Cas AU because I love this series. Enjoy!

Sam has grown used to being whisked away in order to deal with legal monster problems, while always feeling slightly queasy afterwards. True, Dean and Cas are still careful not to drag him into too many monster adventures; but he likes to think they have found a balance of sorts.

It seems, however, that his colleagues have not.

One day he returns from lunch and finds the other junior lawyers engrossed in conversation with...

He sighs. “Crowley?”

The demon turns around and grins. “Moose. Long time no see.”

It’s a lie. Sam had dinner with Dean and Cas two days ago and of course he showed up because he inevitably does.

“What is it this time?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t sound so enthusiastic. We do pay for your services, you know.”

They do indeed, and rather handsomely at that. Plus, Sam’s boss has already decided they should try and get into this new niche now that monsters are recognised citizens who have basic rights.

“I know” he acquiesces. “Let’s go.”

Crowley says goodbye to the others – going so far as to kiss Becca’s hand – and transports him and Sam to his mother’s hut.

He’s still not quite sure how a witch gave birth to a demon, and has decided that he’d rather not know.

“Samuel. Good of you to drop by.”

“Rowena –“

“She hexed me!”

Oh dear. Sam can see why Rowena wanted a lawyer present. The man in front of him looks angry, and well, the history of people being accused of using witchcraft to harm others...

“Freaking Hell, are you just going to show up with more people now? I suppose you’re a demon too –“

“No, actually. Sam Winchester, I’m a lawyer –“

“Excellent, I could use one.”

“I’m her to represent Ms. MacLEod.”

Rowena grins. “He is indeed.”

“What? She’s the one who hexed me!”

“I did nothing of the kind, you stupid little man. You have a cold.”

“For the last two weeks! And you were there when I picked my car up from the siren’s fuck toys shop.”

Sam stiffens. “I’m sorry?”

“You know, the one the siren keeps ensnared.”

“I assure you, my brother-in-law is doing no such thing.”

The man sneers. “Of course. You’re one of them.”

“Alright”.

Sam turns to look at Crowley. His eyes are red, and there’s something feral in his voice and pose, as if he’s about to attack.

A part of him would actually let him.

“Crowley, how about you wait outside?” he suggests. “It might be best for us all –“

“He’s right” Rowena agrees. “Why don’t you check up on Dean and Cas, let them know Sam’s here.”

For a second, Sam thinks he’ll refuse, but then his eyes slowly turn back to green and he nods.

“I would advise you” he addresses their visitor right before he vanishes, “To be very careful”.

At least he’s gone the next second. Sam breathes a sigh of relief. He’s noticed Crowley becoming more and more protective of them all for a while now. Donna’s selkie boyfriend thinks it’s got to do with his soul becoming “lighter” due to Cas and Dean’s influence, but he has no idea what that’s supposed to mean.

Sam turns back to the man. “Now, Mr. –“

In the end, he manages to calm the man down and send him on his way, but it was a close call.

Rowena is thankful enough, gifting him with a few teabags, “Just drink this when you get a cold. You know – to do the opposite of what this idiot thinks I did.”

He nods and leaves. Sam’s tempted to check in on Dean and Cas, but he can’t deny that he’s still slightly nervous around Crowley – somewhat nice or not, he’s still a demon – and so he doesn’t.

Sam probably should be delighted that Crowley for once hasn’t appeared to drag him away (despite Dean’s assurances that it will eventually happen he hasn’t yet grown comfortable with being beamed around).

Instead, he warily studies the demon standing in front of him. There’s something different about him, but Sam can’t put his finger on it.

He looks... tired. Do demons get tired? He has no idea. Sure, he and Dean talk during their weekly lunches, and he comes ti visit him and his husband and occasionally helps out when there’s trouble in suburbia, but Dean usually spares him the details.

“Hello, Sam.”

That’s... strange. No Moose or funny – well, what Crowley considers funny – comment? “Crowley.”

“I was wondering if I might consult you in your professional capacity.”

“Of course.”

“I’d like to set up my will.”

That’s... even stranger. Demons can’t die, can they?

“Just a precaution” he adds in his abrupt manner, and Sam doesn’t stop and think because he doesn’t know him as well as Dean or Cas.

He will admit he’s somewhat touched that Crowley demands most of his estate be given to his brother and brother-in-law.

When he learns how high a sum this actually includes, he has to sit down.

In the next few weeks, nothing changes much; and then suddenly Dean acts weird during their lunch, barely answering Sam’s questions, clearly distracted, and...

If he didn’t know any better he’d think he was mad at him.

“Dean? Is everything alright? Did I do anything?”

He looks at him. “You could have told us, that’s all. Don’t get me wrong, I get the lawyer client privilege, but he’s our friend and it was somewhat of a punch in the gut when he told us, we all thought he’d be around for – “

“Dean, tell you what?”

He stares at him. “You don’t know? Sam, you wrote the guy’s will!”

“Yes and?”

Dean is silent for a moment, then he says quickly, as if ripping off a band-aid, “Crowley’s dying.”

“Oh.” Sam doesn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know –“

“Me neither” Dean says bitterly, “But apparently, there’s exactly one illness that demons can catch – and guess what. It only happens very rarely, but when it does, it’s because they’ve been hanging around humans for too long, with too little contact with their own kind.”

Oh no. If Sam knows his better, and he believes he’s come to know him again rather well – “Dean, this is not your fault.”

He chuckles. “Don’t I know it. Thing is, Crowley’s sickness needs decades to develop – he said he’s known for quite some time that he was in danger. But tell that demon to socialize, and –“

“Dean” Sam interrupts him, “He’s at your place all the damn time.”

“With other demons, remember what I said?”

Sam nods. “And there’s – nothing to be done?”

“One thing” Dean says slowly. “But it’s difficult.”

He doesn’t elaborate through the whole meal.

Late, back at his place – and it only now occurs to Sam that Dean has yet to see his apartment – he considers what he’s learned, and what this means for Dean, Cas and their little monster community.

From what he’s seen, Crowley holds a place of respect among them, and he’s considered a close friend by his brother. That alone would be enough to make Sam care, and so he resolves to visit Rowena. It can’t be easy for her, but she knows a lot about magical medicine. Perhaps she knows more about this cure Dean is reluctant to speak of.

He doesn’t tell his brother that he’ll go to her hut in the woods.

She greets him as always; there’s no grief or worry in her face or her words, and Sam almost thinks Dean is mistaken until she says, “Are you here about my son’s will?”

“No” he answers. “But Dean mentioned a remedy, and...”

“Ah. Samuel, are you certain?”

“Certain of what?”

She points at a chair in front of her and he sits down. “There’s a reason your brother hasn’t told you everything. It’s the same he hasn’t been to your apartment yet, even though he’d like to see where you live, why your contact even now consists of only small, shared moments in two hugely different lives.”

“I don’t –“

“Samuel.”

When she looks up from the herbs she’s been mixing, he’s glad he’s sitting down; otherwise he’d take a step back. For the first time, he can truly feel the power of a centuries-old witch. “Magic and nature are intertwined; and while you cannot completely have one without the other, you can place yourself firmly on one side. Humans – most of them, including you – they prefer the softer parts of nature, the one they can explain using physics. Not magic that is older than the ground they walk on. When a human joins us – have you ever thought it is a coincidence that so many magical creatures are drawn to Dean, even if he’s among other humans?”

Sam swallows. “So if I learn too much –“

“Exactly. When Dean told me you accepted him and his lifestyle, I assumed you’d be more curious, come over more often. I thought you had already chosen this.”

“But can’t I –“

“Are you about to ask me if you can have your cake and eat it too while my son is –“ she breaks off.

“Of course not. I’m sorry” Sam says honestly.

She nods. “I think you should talk to Dean. Crowley told him everything. Not that I am surprised.”

There is a sombre mood hanging over the neighbourhood this evening, and if Sam didn’t know any better, he’d say, that the air around Crowley’s house is darker than –

Who is he kidding. He does know better, and this must be another way for magic itself to mourn for one of its own.

Dean opens the door. “Sammy, didn’t expect you on this fine evening –“

“I spoke to Rowena” he says quickly.

Dean’s face falls. “I didn’t think _”

“Of course you didn’t. Dean, please, I need to know what’s going on.”

“It’s just not fair” Dean insists, “This is a life and death situation, how does this –“

“Let him come in first, my love” Cas says gently, stepping up to him. “He needs to make a decision tonight.”

Sam swallows.

“So it’s a blood ritual? That’s all it is?”

“No, Sammy” Dean replies. “Yes, don’t get me wrong, it involves the blood of two related humans voluntarily given. But it’s not as easy as forcing it down Crowley’s throat and hoping for the best. You heard Rowena; with this you’d tip your scales down on the magical side. And it’s very very hard to reverse that.”

“And? I did choose to get to know you, too...” Sam trails off as he realizes.

Yes, he has allowed Dean back into his life; but he’s never invited him or his husband over, he’s never really spent more than a day with them, he’s skirted the border when what he really needed to do was to either retreat or jump right in.

“Did you –“

Dean smiles weakly. “I fell in love with a magical creature, Sam. My entry into this world... it happened gradually. This is one big leap we’re asking you to take for someone you don’t even know that well.”

“But I am doing it for someone I know well. I’m doing it for you.”

“And for that, you will live with bogey men? Dragons? Pixies?”

“All of that, Dean. Yes. Rowena is right; you either have to fully accept this life, or you have to step back. I am not going to step back.”

Dean studies his face, then draws him into a tight hug. “Thanks, Sammy.”

Rowena arrives immediately after Dean has called her; she doesn’t thank them, but there’s a contentment in her expression Sam has never seen before.

“You do realize” she explains as she draws their blood, “That does will not only take you on our side of nature, but you two and your respective spouses will also be considered part of mine and my son’s family?”

“Fine by us” Dean says after he’s shared a glance with Cas.

Sam smiles. He’s made his decision. “I’m good.”

Rowena is the one to bring the drink to Crowley. The next morning – Sam, Dean and Cas are having breakfast – Crowley, as brash, as healthy, as annoying as ever, surprises them with croissants straight from Paris.

When he comes home to find a hobglobin going through his sock drawer, Sam grins.

Some decisions are best made in haste, it seems.

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huntertales · 7 years

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Part One: The Doctor Will See You Now. (Two Minutes to Midnight S05E21)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader confront Pestilence, but when he unleashes a deadly virus upon them, a very weak Castiel must intervene on their behalf. When reader has a meeting with Death to discuss Lucifer, an unholy alliance is formed at a very high price for the reader and her chances of saving herself from becoming a demon. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,115.

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"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"And here I thought I had all the dumb ideas."

"Guys—"

“Shut up, Sam!”

You and the oldest Winchester spoke in perfect sync, cutting off any more words that could come out from Sam's mouth. You shook your head when you looked at the man from across the room at his stupid suggestion Dean paced back and forth, overwhelmed with anger as he continued to rip his little brother apart with no chance of letting him defend himself. The three of you stood in the middle of Bobby’s kitchen, where five minutes you had been discussing something very important, the new lead that you had gotten on Pestilence. Bobby worked diligently in the library, not making much of a fuss when the conversation shifted to a hypothetical question when all of you managed to get the rings. He politely asked what all of you were going to do when you got the key to the Devil’s cage. Who was going to push Lucifer back in where he belonged? And while you and Dean hadn’t thought that very far, Sam did. He spoke those vile words that made you overcome with anger.

“I want to say yes to Lucifer.” At first you thought he was being funny. You chuckled and tried to smile for the first time in what felt like forever. But when you realized that Sam was standing there with a serious expression on his face as he muttered your name, you learned that the young man was speaking the truth. Your first reaction was to over to where he was standing and knock some sense into him. Sam managed to defend himself by saying that someone was going to push the Devil back into the pit if all of you managed to get the rings. And he thought the best fit would be suited for the only and only—Lucifer’s true vessel.

Sam took a note out of your previous idea and said that he could strong enough to take over his own body again when he said yes to the Devil. He would throw himself into the cage and save the day. You leaned against the wooden frame of the walkway entrance and crossed your arms over your chest to create some distance between the both of you. You tried your hardest again not to act on your natural urges when you thought about Sam’s plan all over again while Bobby said nothing as he continued to work.

“I mean, you—you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this—d-did you know about this?” Dean heard the turning of Bobby’s wheelchair as he approached cautiously to the kitchen to see how this argument was turning out. The older hunter seemed rather confused when Dean asked him a question. “About Sam’s genius plan to say yes to the Devil?”

Bobby slowly nodded his head to answer the question, you let out a forced chuckle as you threw your hands up into the air in defeat at the lack of communication with something an idea big as this. "Well, thanks for the heads up, old man! We just got done talking this one off the edge!” You hissed at the older hunter as your finger pointed directly at Bobby. “And it wasn’t even that long ago I said yes to Lucifer. Now Sam wants a turn? You know, I have a great idea. Why don’t we all just jump into the freaking pit together since all of us are just begging to cut our lives so short?!”

“Hey,” Bobby defended himself against you. “This ain’t about me.”

"You can't do this, Sammy." You warned the younger man. "I won't let you."

The younger Winchester didn’t react when you pointed your finger to his direction and gave a command to him like a small child. He leaned himself against the kitchen counter and shrugged his shoulders, not seeming to be bothered by how you and his brother were taking the news. He acted like your words were just an opinion, “That’s the consensus.”

"All right. Awesome. Then, end of discussion.” You said. But you knew this fight was far from over as you paused the conversation for a moment when you heard your cell phone going off. You felt your brow furrow in confusion as to who would be calling you. The most important people were standing right here in this house. Still, you fetched out your phone from your pocket and quickly looked at the ID to see it was a number you’d never seen before. Before you answered the call, you tossed the younger Winchester a look for him not to go anywhere. You still and his brother still had so much more to say after hearing the young man’s genius plan to save the world. "Hello?"

“Y/N?”

The other end of the line was a gravely voice that you thought you would never hear again. You could feel your eyes widen as you felt a sudden rush of adrenaline rush through your body at who you might have been speaking to. “Oh my God. Cas?” You asked, wanting to make sure it was the exact same angel that had went missing a few weeks ago. Sam pushed himself off the counter when he looked at you with a concerned expression, Dean immediately asked if the angel was all right. You put your hand up to stop anymore questions as you began walking around the house, slowly moving yourself to a different room for a bit of privacy to figure out what happened to him. "The boys and I thought you were dead. Where the hell are you?"

“A hospital.” Cas answered.

"That's good news. I think." You said, walking around the house until you found some seclusion at the front doorway entrance away from any curious ears that might want to listen in on this conversation. You sat yourself down on the bottom of the staircase and got yourself a little bit comfortable before asking the most important question that crossed your mind after you heard his voice again after what felt so long. "Are you okay?"

The angel responded with a simple, "No."

"You wanna elaborate for me, buddy?" You asked, trying to fish some more answers out of him so you could help the angel best as you could.

“I just woke up here. The doctors were fairly surprised. They thought I was brain-dead.” Cas explained. You nodded your head slowly as you repeated his location, hoping the angel could tell you more information about his situation. "Apparently, after Van Nuys, I suddenly appeared, bloody and unconscious, on a shrimp boat off Delacroix. I'm told it upset the sailors."

"Well, I'll have to send them a muffin basket for their troubles. But, in all honesty, it's really good to hear from you again Cas. You had me worried that you were gone for good. The boys told me about your stupid stunt. You really saved my ass. I...don't know what I was thinking." You admitted. You pushed your knees up to your chest as you rested your arm through the bars of the staircase for a moment. "You've got impeccable timing coming back from Oz. The boys and I found out a way to pop Satan's box. And Gabriel figured out a way to make me human..ish. With some added caution if that son of a bitch tries anything, of course.”

“How?” The angel asked, you furrowed your brow in concern when you heard him let out a grunt of pain from whatever he was doing in that hospital bed.

“It’s a long story, but, look—we’re going after Pestilence now. Figured it might be easier get the rings out of the way before we take on another big challenge." You said. You could feel your fingers subconsciously play around with the chain of the necklace that you were wearing. "So if you wanna zap over here, that'd be great. There's some echonian that I need translated, too."

“I can’t ‘zap’ anywhere, Y/N.” Cas said. You furrowed your brow and asked what he meant by that. You had a feeling you weren't going to like the angel's answer when he gave it to you just a second later. "You could say my batteries are—are drained."

“What do you mean?” You asked him. You let out the faintest scoff as you yanked softly on the chain to pull out the pendant that hung off the chain of your necklace that Crowley gave you just a few days ago. “You’re out of angel mojo?”

"I'm saying that I am thirsty and my headaches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it," Cas told you a few of his woes that he was feeling. You shut your eyes and let out slow sigh from what you were beginning to realize what he was trying to tell you. "And I'm saying that I'm just incredibly..."

“Human.” You muttered the word that he was trying to say. “The price you pay, I guess.”

“Well, my point is—I can’t go anywhere without money for an airplane ride.” Cas said. “And food. And more pain medication, ideally.”

"Well, look, no worries. I got you covered on that end. I'll wire you the money. Much as you may need to get her safely.” You said, knowing it was the least that you could do for him. Your finger lingered over the button to end the call, but before you did, you decided to tell him something you wanted to since you heard what he did. “Uh, Cas…thank you. For everything. If it wasn’t for your stupid stunt, things would be bad. I mean, really bad. Not like they’re any better right now. But you helped a few of us stop from jumping off the ledge.”

“That’s what friends do, right?” Cas asked. You could feel a smile spread across your lips as you muttered a goodbye to him, thinking it was the end of the conversation. But before your finger pressed down on the button, the angel stopped you, needing you to deliver an urgent message to someone. “And Y/N, I need you to tell Dean something for me. He said 'no' to Michael. I owe him an apology. Tell him he's not the burt and broken shell of a man that I believed him to be."

"Odd request, but will do. Just get here safe—" You pulled the phone away from your ear in a bit of surprise to hear the dial tone after Cas decided to hang up first before you could even finish your sentence. You pushed yourself off the stairs when you saw the boys heading over, ever so curious to see how the angel was doing after disappearing. “So, we've got some bad news.”

“Is Cas okay?” Sam asked with concern.

"Yes—Well, no. Sort, I guess. Really depends on how you look at it." You said, trying to form a proper answer. Dean raised his brow as he looked at you with a bit of an urgent face, wondering what exactly you were trying to say. "He's feeling a little bit on the human side. His stunt to save my ass must have drained him pretty badly. And before we leave, I gotta make sure to give Bobby some of my banking information so he can send some money to Cas. He needs to...catch a plane to meet us here."

“Great. Just great We’ve got an angel without wings.” Dean muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes, obviously not happy with the lack of positive information being given to him today. "Tell me you got some good news for us, sweetheart."

“He wants to apologize to you.”

“For what?”

“"For calling you the 'burnt and broken shell of a man that he believed you to be’?” You tried to remember exactly what the angel had wanted you to say to the older Winchester. Dean found himself tempted to roll his eyes once again as Sam's face scrunched up slightly in confusion as to why the angel felt the need to apologize over the phone so soon like this. “I don’t know what happened between you three when I was gone. I’m just happy he’s back in one piece."

"Yeah. Me too." Sam agreed. "Let's hope he gets it here in one piece, too."

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You and the boys could sit around all day trying to discuss what the right thing to do was, but it wouldn't accomplish much of anything if you wanted to get that point with the remaining two rings still out there. War had been the first horsemen you had encountered without realizing it. He was a nasty son of a bitch who had turned one small town into a bloodbath after making the town think everyone was possessed by a demon that was hellbent on killing one another. And then there was his brother, Famine, a crippled looking old man who brought out the hunger inside someone that nearly took down all of you, except for Dean. And Pestilence was next on your list. You were a bit worried about what might come of this after you had followed a trail of dead ends. Brady, the stable boy to the horsemen, had given you his boss's location after he was stabbed to death by Sam. While you had a winning streak, it was still three against one very powerful horsemen that had more than just a nasty flu hiding up his sleeve.

You patted a hand on Bobby's shoulder when you walked past him to get inside the backseat of the Impala after he made sure the three of you had everything you needed before heading out. He'd been confined in that wheelchair for months, and all he could do was sit at home, just watching the people he loved go into battle without much help. You could see the concern in his face when you looked out the window for the last time. A small smile spread across your lips to reassure him that you and the boys would be all right. Still, you knew the man would worry until all of you got back to Sioux Falls safe and sound.

“Be careful.” Bobby warned all of you.

You and the boys nodded your heads as Dean turned on the engine. Before he pressed his foot on the gas, he looked over at the hunter to give the man some reassurance all of you would come back in one piece before went off. You let out a quiet sigh when the Impala began moving and down the dirt road leading out of the junkyard. In the matter of hours you would be taking down yet another horsemen. And one step closer to that pesky problem of trying to figure out how to take out the Devil without the result of having a casualty of your own to pay the price.

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If there was anything more depressing in life than living a life of misery and emptiness, was to end of that way in the final years of your life in some retirement home after one's children stashed them there with promises of visiting them weekly or holidays. Only they knew it was going to be near impossible to see them more than once a year. Busy life, busy schedules with their own children who will do the same to them in the future. The common folk can only look forward to jello for dessert and failing health with paid staff that don’t get paid enough to help the patients. And if you didn’t plan right, they could find themselves bunking with an unpleasant folk who spent most of their time whining or hacking themselves all through the night. You could feel yourself becoming overcome with a bit of morbid sadness for the people inside as you looked at the Serenity Valley Convalescent Home.

While on outside the retirement seemed pleasing and welcoming for people in their golden years of their life, you knew there was something far more dangerous lingering inside. You sat the binoculars down on your lap after you inspected the grounds with the Impala parked across the street, the darkness help disguise the three of you as you looked around the place to see if you could find some trouble that might be waiting for you. But all you could see was people in their rooms and an old man being wheeled inside the building by a nurse that seemed innocent enough to the human eye.

“So this is Dr. Evil’s lair, huh? Where the old and sick go to die alone.” You said with a bit of a somber tone. You let out a quiet sigh and continued to look at the retirement home for a second or two longer. “It’s kind of more depressing than evil, if you ask me.”

“It’s like a four-color brochure for dying young.” Dean muttered. He took another look around at the grounds before setting down his set of binoculars. “Of course, to Pestilence, it’s probably Dollywood in there.”

"Great. A whole building full of people. We don't know who's human, who's demon and who's Pestilence." Sam said, giving you just a glimpse of the trouble all of you were about to face. He let out a quiet scoff as he shook his head and stared at the doorway entrance, not exactly sure what he was looking for as another nurse stepped out from the inside to help her fellow coworker in with the wheelchair before disappearing from sight. "So what do we do?"

"Hang on a second." You muttered every so quietly. You brought the binoculars back up to your face when you noticed something after taking yet another glimpse of the property. A security camera was mounted just above the entrance, and if you had to take an educated guess, there would be plenty more inside, striking a possible theory. "You know how people say if you take a picture, your soul gets taken? Who's to say it can't show you a person who doesn't have one at all. Or...we could be looking for someone who's on their deathbed.Literally.”

Getting inside the retirement home was the easiest part of the plan. You and the boys managed to avoid any staff and doctors to find the security room after wandering down a few halls. Sam waited outside with the duffel bag full of supplies that all of you would need as you knocked on the door before swinging the door open, catching off the guard who was probably starting his nightshift. You gave him an apologetic smile when you caught him off guard. The young man quickly tried to hide his cell phone, thinking that you were one of the staff checking up on him, instead it was you and Dean lingering in the doorway with a bit of a hesitance.

"Hey. Hi. Um, I'm looking for my nana." You said to the security guard. You stepped inside the room ever so slowly as you spoke the first thing that crossed your mind to make this lie a bit more believable. "Uh, her name is Sophia Petrillo."

"Go around front and see the nurse." The guard said, not sure what you expected him to do.

“You mind just helping us out, sir?” You pleaded with the man as you gave him another smile to distract him while Dean slipped himself inside and quietly shut the door behind him to give all of you a bit of privacy. You placed your hand out in front of you as you described the height of your imaginary grandmother to the guard. “Uh, she’s about that short, gray hair, wears glasses and always carries around a wicker purse.”

The guard's face scrunched up as he began to slowly wonder who you might have been talking about. But before he could make a connection, Dean stepped forward, swinging a nasty right hook that caught the man off guard, and knocked him right out before he fell down to the ground. You let him tend to the unconscious body to drag it across the room while you knocked twice on the door, signaling to Sam that the coast was clear. You leaned against the counter top that overlooked the several small screens of different cameras around the place as Sam slipped himself inside undetected. You could feel a small smile spread across his face when he shook his head, knowing the name that you had made up was a bit ludicrous, not to mention the description alone could have been a dead giveaway.

“Sophia Petrillo?” Sam repeated the name. “Really, Y/N?”

"Picture it: Right now, in this security room." You pretend to go along with the dialogue of the character you had made up and waved your hand in the air. "It's the beauty of watching way too much TV as a kid and having no real family, Sammy. You find yourself getting way too attached to fictional characters and pretend they’re your relatives. And what can I say? She was my Italian grandmother I never had. It just came out of my mouth. And I ran with it."

You and the boys pulled up a chair to gather around the cameras and got started on the next part of the plan. Stakeouts were always a bit slow and painful at the start of it all. You and Sam decided to split the work down the middle, he took one side of the screens, you took the other. It would be a miracle if Dean found himself even remotely interested in helping before he would start complaining. You let out a frustrated sigh as you leaned forward in your seat and placed both elbows on the table, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open as your bottom began to grow numb from sitting over the past few hours with no cycle change of seeing nurses making their rounds and old people being wheeled around from room to room.

"So, what are—" Sam turned his gaze away from the screens as he began to ask you a question. But he stopped himself when he noticed that his brother was more than just resting his head when he propped his elbow on the counter. He reached out and kicked the man's chair with his foot, disrupting his brother's small nap. "What are we even looking for, Y/N?"

"Well, War and Famine were a bunch of old men, right? We can start there.�� You said, thinking you might have a pattern in what kind of meat suits the horsemen had decided to pick. “And he is Pestilence, so he probably looks sick. Maybe he likes lingering with the crowd.”

"This is a retirement home, Y/N." Sam grumbled. "Everybody is old and looks sick.”

You shrugged your shoulders in defeat as you crossed your arms to the counter top so you could rest your head comfortably. “Wake me up when you boys find something.”

Of course it was a matter of minutes before you let out a sigh of defeat and stared at the small screens and forced yourself into the torture of watching people go through their nightly routine. Dean decided to stretch his legs and pace around the tiny room for a few minutes before he settled himself to sitting upon the table that sat on the left side of the room. You rubbed your tired eyes as Sam focused on the top right screen where he watched what appeared to be an older gentlemen stepping out into the hallway. While it might have been a doctor getting done checking on one of his patients, it was how the camera was reacting. Sam furrowed his brow as he leaned out from his seat as the man’s face was being blocked out on the screen as it went al fuzzy. Just on his face, nothing else.

You tossed the younger Winchester a dirty glare when he accidentally whacked his hand against your arm while he stretched. At least, that's what you thought until he got his brother's attention. You mindlessly looked over at the screen that Sam was pointed at as Dean wandered over, wondering what the fuss was about. You watched as the stranger that Sam had been staring at jumped from one screen to another. While you leaned forward slightly to get a better look at his face, you furrowed your brow to see the screen was growing static around his face. It seemed you had someone who was awfully camera shy, or a horsemen who wanted to keep his identity a secret from a few hunters.

“Oh, now we’re talking.” Dean muttered with interest as to what he was seeing.

You and the boys exchanged a look before all of you were getting up from your seats, knowing damn well this was the lead you'd been sitting around for the past few grueling hours. At this time of night the only real obstacles you had to worry about other than demons was the nurses and doctors working the graveyard shift. The three of you wandered around the quiet halls with a couple of loaded shotguns and the demon knife on the ready. You managed to dodge a nurse here and there while you snuck past hospital rooms with patients sleeping quietly, having no clue what sort of danger that was lingering around them.

The three of you snuck around a few different halls and still hadn't gotten much luck to finding out where Pestilence was spending this lovely night. But, lucky for you, the horsemen always gave off certain clues when you were getting closer. You turned another corner and tightened your grip around the handle of the demon knife, not sure what awaited you. But you had a feeling you were getting close when you suddenly felt overcome with a dizzy spell that came out of nowhere. You stumbled around until you managed to catch yourself on the wall before you fell to the ground. You didn't know what was happening as you shut your eyes for a moment, trying to see if this would pass. As you opened your mouth to speak the boys name, you immediately shut it, a wave of nausea threatened to come forth as your skin broke out into a cold sweat. The boys weren't sounding so good themselves as you heard them starting to violently cough. All of you forced yourselves to make it just a few more steps as you turned down yet another corner.

You kept walking until you spotted a mixture of what appeared to be vomit and blood, along with two fresh dead bodies on the floor that must have come from them. You immediately looked away as you tried your hardest not to succumb to the feeling of being sick yourself. The boys were struggling to even make it another step as they rested against the wall to rest for just a few seconds. You knew something bad was going on from how the room was spinning around you and entire inch your body felt like it was aching and sweating. Somehow you managed to step over the bodies and a few feet before you went crashing face first into the wall, suddenly feeling your symptoms grow worse than ever before when you approached closer to the room.

Pestilence was close, you could tell from how you and the boys were acting. You could feel your breathing becoming more labored as you steadied yourself against the wall, your fevered skin felt a bit of relief when you pressed your cheek against the coldness of a framed picture. You heard the sound of someone speaking your name, but you couldn't concentrate much. It took most of your effort to open your eyes and see a blurry figuring struggling to get to you. You looked down to the floor to see that Dean was lying on the ground, his coughing turned violent as you saw what appeared to be specs of blood from where he laid. You opened your mouth to speak his name in a concerned tone as you tried to push yourself off the wall, thinking that you had yourself balanced enough to take flight again. But that turned out to be a big mistake.

You could feel your knees about to give out from underneath you from the strenuous behavior that was starting to catch up to you. Before you could, you felt Sam come to the rescue best as he could. He managed to help balance your body against his as the both of you struggled to take a few steps forward to the closed door where you had saw Pestilence go into. You nearly dug your nails into the wooden frame of the door as you shakily pointed the knife to the nurse that opened up the door. She watched as you slowly sank to the ground while Sam managed to stand, catching the first glimpse of Pestilence, who sat on a bed with a smile to greet the three of you. You admitted defeat when your face hit the cold, hard ground. The last thing you had remembered before slipping out of consciousness from the fever was a cheery voice.

“Y/N, Sam. And I’m sure Dean’s not too far behind. Come right on in.”

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Everything was hazy and your body felt like it was on fire. You were woken back up from your mild unconsciousness to the feeling of someone dragging you by the arm across the floor until they roughly dropped you back down to the ground. You forced yourself to gather what strength that you might have left and push yourself to your feet. Instead, you felt yourself curl up into what felt like a fetal position, trying your hardest to battle pains that you've never felt before. The boys weren't having a better time themselves. Each of them struggled as they kept violently coughing, trying to go after Pestilence, who sat ever so nonchalantly on the bed, watching his handiwork unfold right in front of his eyes.

“Hmm. You kids don’t look so well. It might be the scarlet fever. Or the meningitis. Oh! Or the syphilis." Pestilence said. He pushed himself off the bed and stood over the three of you, continuing to watch as all of you worked through the symptoms he'd given you. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying that this wasn't fun. You looked up slightly to see the demon knife that you must have dropped was nearly right in front of your face. You dug your nails into the tiled floor and pushed yourself just a few inches, but before your arm could reach out a grab it, you felt someone roughly grab a chunk of your hair, forcing your neck to painfully look up at the horsemen to see his blurry, grinning face. "However you feel right now? It's gonna get so very, very much worse. Questions?"

Pestilence dropped you back down to the ground when you responded with coughing up a bit of blood, making sure it landed directly on his shoes. He didn't seem the least bit amused as his face scrunched up slightly. He walked over to a table and grabbed some hand sanitizer to make sure he was clean. "Disease gets a bad rap, don't you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, that's just describes people who get sick. Disease itself...very...pure...single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose—divide and conquer.” While the horsemen had found himself going on about something none of you were really paying attention, Dean tried himself to reach for that damn knife that lingered in his face. He thought Pestilence would have been distracted, but he was proven very much wrong when he felt his hand being crushed when the horsemen stepped his foot down, nice and hard. “That’s why, in the end...it always wins.”

Dean felt Pestilence press his foot harder when he kicked the knife across the room, leaving the three of you out of options. The man quickly pulled his bruised hand to his chest and let out a groan of pain. "So, you've got to wonder why God pours all his love into something so messy...and weak." Pestilence’s voice shifted to a much harsher one when he spoke about humankind, and you had a feeling it wasn’t good. But you couldn’t concentrate much as you felt your heartbeat starting to pick up in speed. “It’s ridiculous. All I can do is show him he’s wrong, one epidemic at a time. Now on a scale of one to ten, how’s your pain?”

At this point, while having several deadly diseases being put upon the three of you, there was a moment where you thought this was the end. After taking down two of his brothers, Pestilence was going to have his fun, make all of you suffer and leave Lucifer to clean up his temper tantrum. But the sound of hope came by someone opening up the door, a familiar face that you thought you'd never see again came strolling in. You tried to speak his name, but all that came out after was a violent cough that shook your entire body to its core as you curled into a ball from how much pain you were in.

“How’d you get here?” Pestilence questioned the angel, seeming taken back himself.

"I took a bus." Cas answered as he stepped inside the room. "Don't worry, I—"

The angel managed to take a few more steps before he found himself victim to the same punishment of the disease. Pestilence grew an amused smile as he watched Cas drop to his knees and lean over, with a few violent coughs, the floor was covered with droplets of his blood. The horsemen hovered over the sight, wanting to take an inspection of such a rare sight he'd never quite seen before.

“Well, look at that. An occupied vessel, but powerless. Oh, that’s fascinating.” Pestilence observed the angel as he began to quietly talk to himself. But it was only a matter of time until he stared at Cas with a bit of a smirk at how much power he had over the four of you. “There’s not a speck of angel in you, is there?”

Cas stared at the horsemen for a few seconds, giving the illusion that he was suffering just as much like you and the boys had been. But the angel took Pestilence by surprise when he leapt up from the ground and snatched the demon knife. Cas pinned the horseman's hand to the table and easily cut off his finger that held the ring. You could hear a scream of pain come from the man at what the angel had done.

"Maybe just a speck." Cas hissed at the horsemen.

The nurse charged after Cas for what he had done, and while she managed to tackle him to the ground, Cas plunged the knife into her stomach. You could feel yourself growing better with each passing second after what the angel had done to save the day. Dean jumped to his feet and grabbed the severed finger as Sam helped you up to your feet after the both of you went back to your healthy selves. You let out a sigh of relief to see the third ring hanging off the finger. While this may have been a win, it came with consequences right after.

“It doesn’t matter.” Pestilence stood across the room holding his hand that was growing bloodier with each passing second. But he didn’t seem to care as a grim smile spread across his face. He left the four of you with famous last words to haunt you, wondering what he truly meant by them. "It's too late."

All of you stood in the room, left with three words that could have a million different things. But you could figure out what it meant later. You let out a breath when you looked away from the spot that Pestilence once stood and to the angel that had came back to save the day, yet again. The both of you made eye contact as a small smile began to spread across your lips at what he had managed to do. Thanks to him, you had the third ring in your possession. You only one more to grab before this nightmare was over. But you had a feeling you saved the worst for last.

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jeanjeaniethings · 7 years

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SPN Finale Thoughts

Please feel free to skip over this! I’m just all emotional and trying to get it out of my head by writing my thoughts out...I watched the finale once 12 hrs ago (and have slept badly after it) so there could be many mistakes here, and I will never pretend to be a meta writer... This is your ‘I am distressed and not in a great head space’ warning :-) 12x22 I thought was fantastic! I mean yeah there’s a couple of things I’d fix if I were being finicky, but it felt really right, was in character...the boys showed us that they have grown and the season’s themes were fulfilled and weren’t for nothing. I was left feeling pleased with it. I love love loved the boy’s convo when they’d given up breaking the wall down. They said what they meant, no lies, no pretending, laying it out. In fact they did that all episode (both, actually)....that’s some good shit! :D Also watching Dean’s expression changes as he thought of the grenade launcher plan was one of my highlights of the episode <3 I really liked Dean’s dialogue with Mary in the ‘dream-scape’...his “I hate you” made me gasp out loud, and yeah, when Dean cries we all cry.

So much brotherly hugging and wet eyes. Oh my boys, how I love you and how you love each other. Sam coming into his own, Dean supporting him 100%, the episode was gold just from those interactions <3 Dean acknowledging all the good they’ve done! Telling Mary he was Sam’s Mum and Dad, and it was too much! The lack of codependency! Jody's alive! Garth is alive! Donna is alive! Claire is alive! I am so pleased that Mary is a real, fleshed out character, and not just a plot device this season. Her survival is proof of that, too. I’ll be honest - when she was announced as being in S12, I thought they were going to mess it up :/ I mean, I don’t actually *like* her as a person, but she *is* a person on the show, thankfully. The shot of them (Sam, Dean, Mary) hugging, with Sam as the focus gave me life...he knows now that he can lead, he can be strong and not just follow anymore, his family has his back and gives strength even when they’re not right by him. OHhhh <3 <3 <3 12x23 I really, really disliked this episode, and not (just) for the last 10min of show. I felt the pacing was off, the camera angles sucked - in particular things like how we almost never saw Cas’ face front on but did Kelly’s, over and over and over. I felt like I was 3/4 of the way through the episode at one point, but when I paused it I was 8min in...it really dragged for me. I felt Cas and Crowley, in particular, were out of character (I’ll elaborate in a moment). I HATED how little a deal was made (music, face shots etc) of Crowley’s sacrifice. How he had Sam unprotected right next to him, Sam who has only just thanked Crowley for a little of what he’s done a few episodes ago, Sam who has tried to kill Crowley over and over again even when the circumstances didn’t call for it (eg after getting the first blade), but he didn’t even seem to think of him as an option for the required life taken - he’s obviously (to me) planned himself before even suggesting the spell; perhaps implied when sitting in the bunker pinned at the table? I hated how brushed over and vulgar Rowena’s death was, and Crowley’s response to it. She’s been in the show for awhile, is a strong female character, I should have guessed that her death would be as sucky as Eileen’s. Even grosser, really. The camera was barely on Crowley’s face when he learned of it, instead on Sam and Dean’s. Shouldn’t the emotional reaction be Crowley’s?? What the hell was the point of the last couple of season’s of them dancing around each other, trying to maybe establish something between them, then to end like that?! I’m hoping that was just that Crowley isn’t convinced of her death, and possibly was already considering his own (maybe not specifically, but him knowing that he’s backing the Winchesters, it’s a real possibility) I wasn’t surprised by but still hurt with what they’ve done with Lucifer’s character. He was AMAZING in season 5 - so fascinating and scary and compelling to watch. I know he’s become steadily a charactcature of himself since then, especially sped up by the writers not seeming to care/remember that Hallicifer isn’t actually Lucifer, and changing his character to be more like that. He’s had moments throughout season 12 where I could see the old Luci traits, but the overblown, over-sexualised (esp with the Demon who was working to free him, and the stupid Virgin line at the house with Kelly) crap they’ve done with him this season bites butt, and was kinda cringe-worthy. Considering how much I adore Luci (especially in fanfiction, rather than canon, where he can really be expanded upon) yet *I* was almost eye rolling at his dialogue, you know it’s bad. ALSO when has he been into disgusting murders??? Yes he likes to be hands on when attacking someone (or um, hand through, in the case of Baldur), that’s accurate to current and S5 Luci, but “stomped on her head until the white showed, then set her on fire to be sure” or whatever the quote is....ugh.no. And cutting some of her hair off, whyyyy? A momento? No.no.no. I haven’t decided if his lack of awareness of walking into a trap (the rip) was him not giving the boys enough credit (he did say about them trying whatever they were going to try but how it wouldn’t work) and him having such a big ego that he will always win (“I win, so, I win”), or actually him not being so bright. I’d normally think the first option, but he was *really* slow in the convo with the demon freeing him from Crowley in understand how the control had reversed, and I’m so offended with how they write him now, I’m unconvinced. I thought Cas’ dialogue was a bit weird and stilted (unintentionally) and his joke/reassurance to Kelly (”I lied, I have no idea how you feel”) and the nappy bit that was supposed to be humorous (haha look at silly Cas who doesn’t get human things and goes overboard, amirite?) wasn’t funny? It felt like a tacked on thing, written like they don’t really get Cas. Also why was he going through the rip, and then again casually with the boys, while Kelly was in labour? He said he’d be there for her and Jack, then wanders off leaving her unprotected, barring Mary, *twice*? Was he vowing to protect and be there then immediately risking his life another Cas/Dean parallel? Throughout both episodes Dean was super chatty (for him)! But it was awesome, because it meant healthy communication, and him reiterating that the family all together is what they’re about, it’s how they can do this. And EVERY TIME he included Cas in that <3 *SOBBING AGAIN* He even included Crowley once, which made me so freakin’ happy (and then scared for him). Sam, Dean, and Mary: walk into the house. Cas: “Dean!” Me: *looks into camera like I’m on The Office* CAS’ DEATH = MUCH CRYING AND HORRIBLE WHINING NOISE :’( Random Questions

I’m guessing this will be talked about in 13x01, but where did Cas go between being thrown to the ground when Luci showed up, and then coming through the rip to hold Luci off? Part of the plan I know, but what was that plan?

Why did he come back through the rip when Luci wasn’t yet contained?

What happened in there that we didn’t see?

WHYYYYY was Cas’ back turned when he did that?!?!!

Why no AU!Bobby in the Luci attack?

What’s his role in S13? Teaming up with Mary?

Is it important that when Cas healed Dean he had a nephilim yellow spark?

When going through the rip only one person needs to touch it to take them all through, yet the camera made a big deal of Luci grabbing Mary’s arm to pull her through with him?

Was it always the plan between Mary and Cas that she fight Luci back into the rip if needed? The boys obviously didn’t know.

Did Mary see/interact with the nephilim between knocked back by its birth and going through the rip?

Did Crowley make any plans/leave anything at the bunker to help with closing the gates of hell?

So..colt? Nah.

When did Luci learn how to dress so nicely? Okay that was just an excuse to talk about Leather!Luci...

Is it cold or hot in the AU? ‘Cause when Luci yells “NOOO” his breath is visible.

Mary and Luci in the AU is a Sam and Luci in the cage parallel, but...where are they going to go with this? AU jumping?

Is Rowena’s arc over? She’s been back from death-by-Lucifer before, so I think so? What a way to go :/

Is Crowley’s death permanent? I really feel it is, and although I'm so glad he went out by his choice and as a kind of hero and because his ‘good’ was winning out, but I’m so, so sad, I love him so much :’’’(

Is Cas’ death permanent? FUCK I hope not. I don’t think so, but I hope they don’t mess up his return. We really don’t need another altered!Cas, and neither does Dean :’‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘(

There had better be the best destiel moment as payment for our pain!!!

Okay I’m going to go and read other’s thoughts on all this now I’ve gotten this down. I’ll probably re-watch 12x23 tonight and follow up here, methinks. Thanks for putting up with my drabble and misery <3

#JeanJeaniethoughts #spn 12x22 #spn 12x23 #please don't write me mean things #I'm okay with you disagreeing but I'd rather not deal with it right now #this finale is messing with my daily life :(#my mental health is taking a hit

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shirtlesssammy · 5 years

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7x08: Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!

Then:

Sam Winchester deserves better

Now:

Las Vegas, Nevada

Dean’s enjoying the company of a grad student just trying to pay her bills. (Dean, what are you, 10 years her senior? Plz stop, your wrinkles are showing.) (And you’re a big fucking liar. You more than likely dropped out of school because it was too boring for your smart brain and your dad made you skip school for hunting trips so it became a two fold problem of you not keeping up with the school work load and you not seeing a reason to care to keep up with the school work load --only!! You got your GED so you must care on some level. Please enlighten us, Dean. #endrant) Dean unloads a ton of Winchester angst on the woman and then gets a text from Sam. He’s four blocks away and he wants Dean to meet him wearing his fed suit.

Dean heads to the Little White Chapel (it has a “24 hour drive up wedding window!” lol) Dean’s suspicious enough of the place to pull his gun. He finds Sam. Yay! Sam’s in LOVE y’all and he’s getting MARRIED! (Listen, we know the problems with this episode, but I’m going to lean real hard into the absurdity of the whole thing. My personal belief is to read this episode just like Red Meat. BECKY IS PROBLEMATIC AND WE’RE SUPPOSED TO SEE HER THAT WAY. It’s kinda curious that we’ve never seen her again...kinda like this episode closed the door on how this show views those types of fans. Ahem.)

Just then Sam’s bride starts walking down the aisle. It’s Becky!

Dean is VERKLEMPT. He wants to know how this happened. “We met, we ate and then talked and fell in love.” Dean points out to Sam that it’s no coincidence that Becky showed up during their annual Vegas week. (Sidenote: Where are all the fics on Dean and Sam’s Las Vegas week? You know, the one where Dean meets a fellow craps player and there’s a friendly competition and a warm banter and somehow they end up back at Dean’s hotel room and maybe there’s a real marriage that they both forgot about and they go their separate ways and 5 years later Dean’s gonna marry his good friend Lisa to help her out for something and discovers he’s already married so he has to track down this mysterious guy Cas and whoops, they’ve got so much in common and well ---I mean, the story just writes itself.) She’s read all the books. She knows them inside and out. Sam tells Dean to take a moment to realize that this is real. They’re heading back to Becky’s place in Delaware.

Dean alerts Bobby to the situation as he’s heading out of town.

Becky and her new (and very attractive hubby) arrive at the Montgomery High School 10 year Class Reunion. Becky runs inside to buy tickets for the event. Also, she’s live tweeting her revenge plan it seems. She runs into Aaron Burr Guy (I mean, I’m not going to just breeze right past the fact that pre-Hamilton Leslie Odom Jr. was on Supernatural. WTF???). Becky introduces her good friend to her new husband (and Jared Padalecki is SO tall). He takes off to go inside and she runs to give him a hug and they exchange a mysterious vial.

Away from Sam, she reveals that he’s a witch.

Dean rolls up to the reunion just as Sam and Becky are pulling away. He heads to a bar. He sees a paper with the headline “Truck Kills Pedestrian in Freak Accident”.

At Becky’s place, Sam starts to break out of the trance she has him in, so Becky adds more mysterious juice to his champagne and forces him to drink. All is CRaZy iN BeCKy LAnD.

Cut to a baseball diamond where a dude is practicing hitting the ball. Another dude (that I KNOW has been in another episode of SPN) makes the ball machine go faster and then moves the ball machine over to hit the other guy in the head, breaking the fourth wall with blood. Lovely. #sportsball.

Dean brings his newly married brother a waffle iron (#bestgiftever).

Dean’s got a case. It seems the baseball guy is part of it. Turns out, Sam and Becky are already working the case. Dean points out that people are having their dreams come true in this town, and then he looks to Becky. Dean can’t get through to his brother so he leaves.

Cut to Dean wanting to work with Bobby, but Bobby has other plans.

Cut to Becky Rosen being a 28 year old teenager creeper. Ugh. Sam’s made them fake ID’s (twu luv) and says “check this out” to her. UGH. He points out another potential victim. He also notices her notebook of hearts and weirdness. But he likes it! Yay!

Dean heads to meet the hunter Bobby assigned to help him. No spoilers or anything, but IT’S GARTH!

Dean points out the case in the paper, but Garth needs to read Marmaduke first. OH GARTH.

They head to interview someone that just got a big promotion. Becky and Sam beat them to it. Becky and Dean exchange scowls. Sam and Garth exchange confused looks. Once in the interview, the guy doesn’t reveal much to Dean. Garth cuts right to the chase and asks if the guy made it to the top through “black magic or hoodoo.” Dean’s fake laugh GIVES ME LIFE. The guy admits that this isn’t his dream. Enter his wife: Hmmm. Dean and Garth catch up to the wife and Dean threatens her. “Why do people keep thinking I’m threatening them?” Oh, Dean Bean. The woman denies everything and takes off.

Back at Becky’s place (their place now?) Sam mulls over the evidence. Becky delightedly plots a romantic getaway when Sam suddenly crumples. Oops, better put that lovey-dovey vacation on hold until you can drug your husband again! She’s dismayed to see that she can’t give him a fix because the potion has leaked out into her purse lining. Wherps.

Dean saves the CEO’s wife from getting crushed by a falling light fixture at the company headquarters. Garth and Dean interrogate her and learn that she bargained with someone for her soul but lololol there’s no such thing as a soul so she got a great deal. Right? RIGHT?!! Garth makes plans to move her into witness protection - Garth style.

Sam’s doing increasingly poorly and Becky, desperate, beans him over the head with the waffle iron. Thanks for the gift, Dean! They used it already.

He wakes up in a Misery situation, bound to the bed. (note to self: watch/read Misery someday instead of just casually referencing it.) (Boris: Uh, yeah!) Becky fawns over him while simultaneously not freeing him. She then flits off to chat with Guy, panicking about the potion. “This isn’t the honeymoon I had in mind,” she says before amending, “Well, some of it is.” UGH. She frets about them not consummating their marriage yet and...at least there’s that.

Becky heads in to talk to Sam, once again cloaked in denial. Sam tells her that she roofied him (no I didn’t) and that her witch friend is the one killing all their victims (no, he’s just a wiccan). She insists that the killer is something or someone else. Becky PLEASE.

Sam tells her to wake up. “It's never something else. When are there ever two crazy things in town at the same time? Guy's the creep, and you're on his list.” Guy also fed her the line that the potion only works if Sam loves her “deep down,” to which Sam is incredulous. He tells her to untie him then, and in response she shoves a rag into his mouth. Yeah.

At the reunion restaurant, Becky meets up with Guy who starts to hand over the potion.

Guy pulls the potion back at the last minute. “Let’s talk price.” Becky learns that they are NOT in fact, besties. Guy’s price for Sam’s devotion is her soul. She recognizes him as a crossroads demon and, inoculated by her fan consumption of Supernatural, Becky sits tight and listens even after his eyes flash red. Guy LOVES reunions. They’re perfect for trapping people who are desperate to impress their old classmates or improve their lives. Speaking of desperate, Guy gives Becky a special bargain: 25 years before her soul’s collected if she promises to never breathe a word to the Winchesters about her bargain.

Dean and Garth bust into Becky’s apartment. It’s empty, but Garth finds a webpage open to Twitter on her laptop, and her feed indicates that she’s going on a trip with her “hubster.” Dean finds a picture of Becky holding a fish in front of a cabin, Garth makes a nonsequitur on the creepy nature of fish eyes (I love you, Garth), and they’re ready to track them to the cabin.

Becky returns to find Sam still tied to the bed. (Damn girl, who taught you how to tie a knot?) Becky mournfully reflects on her situation. She really wanted to prance Sam Winchester around to her ex-classmates. She calls herself a loser. Sure, Becky. That’s spelled F E L O N. She loved the message board communities and dating Chuck....life was good as a fan. She just wants love! Sam mumbles something at her through the handkerchief and she pulls it out. “If you want somebody to love you for you, maybe don’t drug them.” Decent Human 101, right? She pulls out the vial of potion and contemplates using it, to Sam’s horror.

Later, Becky nurses a drink at the reunion restaurant when Guy walks in. Becky missed the party, but she’s there to talk to Guy. She tells him she’ll agree to the bargain. Guy approaches for a kiss to seal the deal when Becky flicks a lighter and drops it to the floor. A flare shoots up and burns a quick devil’s trap on the floor, trapping Guy.

Becky tries to celebrate with Sam. Becky just….NO.

Dean confronts Guy, asking him how he’s managing to kill off all his soul acquisitions before their 10 years are up. Guy laughs and tells them that accidents happen - HE doesn’t kill them. His demon intern does. Cue the intern - the scraggly, hairy guy from earlier. Intern blasts them all across the room. The demon knife gets knocked aside but before Dean can grab it, Guy’s out of the trap. It’s looking bad for our heroes when Becky grabs the demon-killing knife and stabs Intern in the back. She passes it to Dean who holds the knife to Guy’s throat and tells him to release his last 15 deals.

“Oh crap,” Guy says, but it’s not because of Dean.

“Hello, boys,” Crowley says from behind them. Dean and Sam look worried but Becky practically has hearts and stars in her eyes. It turns out that Guy’s intern couldn’t keep his mouth shut and bragged about the scheme to Crowley. Crowley tears into Guy. “This isn’t Wall Street, this is Hell!” In Hell, they have INTEGRITY, and need to uphold their bargains or nobody will sell their souls to them anymore.

The Winchesters and Crowley size each other up. Crowley has nothing but the BEST intentions for the Winchesters. They haven’t encountered a demon in months, right? It turns out that it’s because Crowley’s been keeping them on a tight leash. Crowley is pro-Winchester when it comes to killing leviathans. “I hate the bastards. Squash ‘em all, please.” Dean tells Crowley to rip up Guy’s remaining contracts, and when he does so, Dean shoves Guy at Crowley. They zap out.

In Becky’s apartment, Sam signs the annulment paperwork and tells Becky that he won’t see her again. Sam’s a nice guy, though, so he tells Becky that she’s a “good person” and that someday she’ll find the right guy. I mean...I wouldn’t go THAT far but okay. We’re striving for rehabilitation here. Garth lights up and starts to smooth his hair. “No,” Dean tells him while I am yelling NO GARTH BBY DON’T.

Outside, the Winchesters say goodbye to Garth. “You don’t suck,” Dean tells him. Dean. Bean. He gets a HUGE hug for it and then Garth takes off.

Sam tells Dean that he didn’t mean what he said when he was roofied - he does need Dean to watch his back. Dean accepts the sentiment with grace. “For a whack job you really pulled it together.” Dean. BEAN.

Sam also tells Dean that since he doesn’t have to watch out for him, Dean can start looking out for himself for the first time in his life. Dean is THRILLED at this revelation and by thrilled, I mean sent into a self-pitying tailspin. Sigh.

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We all need to face ourselves sometime.

Shouldn’t she ask for my permission or something?

I’m gonna be sick.

Oh, Marmaduke, you’re crazy!

Why do people keep thinking I'm threatening them?

You're so pathetic, it actually loops back around again to cute.

Blueberry vodka. The answer to all of life's problems.

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Miscommunication

Characters: Castiel, Reader, Crowley, Dean

Summary: Castiel is still learning how to handle emotions, both his own and others. Unfortunately that can lead to some bumps in your relationship. After a particularly nasty fight he finds himself faced with reality that you might not be sticking around.

Warnings: Angst and some swearing here and there.

You were furious with Castiel. Somewhere between his return to your house, and to the present moment where he was leaning forward, his eyes narrowed in a glare, something had gone very wrong.

“As usual, you’re over reacting.” He says, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“Right, because I’m the bad guy here, I’m always the fucking bad guy.” You threw your hands up in the air dramatically. If you were going to the time, you might as well do the crime. “Here’s a great idea! Why don’t you call up Lucifer and let him know he’s off the hook, we’ll just blame everything on me from now on! I’m sure he’ll be bloody thrilled!” You were near yelling at this point.

The angel’s eyes somehow managed to narrow further, and he actually looked a little menacing, if you weren’t certain he wouldn’t hurt you, you might’ve been a little afraid. But as it was, it only served to make you angrier.

“You need to calm down, you’re behaving like a child! If you weren’t prepared to accept everything that comes with this lifestyle then you shouldn’t have pursued a relationship with me. It’s as simple as that.” He admonished.

Something in you snapped,and a deadly calm filled you. Anyone who knew you knew that trouble was coming, everyone but Cas apparently. “You’re absolutely right.” You said, voice flat and suddenly devoid of emotion.

“Finally we’re getting somewhere. I-”

“I’m leaving.” You interrupted.

Cas blinked in confusion, thrown off by the statement. “Leaving where?” He asked.

“You Castiel, I’m leaving you.” You said, getting up from the couch. You slid your shoes on and grabbed your phone as you headed towards the door. “Tell Dean I’ll be by to pick up my stuff from the bunker on Tuesday, he can leave it by the front door.” And with that you were gone.

Castiel sat in stunned silence, still staring at the door as if expecting you to come back in, but of course that wasn’t going to happen. You were in your car and on your way to the nearest bar, intending to drink your misery away. Cas sighed, his head falling into his hands. He had no idea what to do, he’d never considered that you might simply end the relationship. Not knowing where else to go, he fly’s off, touching down in the bunker.

Dean was sitting alone in the main room, scrolling through what looked to be news articles,and nursing a beer. He looked up as Cas approached him, immediately noticing the angel’s rather gloomy disposition. “Yo Cas what’s wrong? Everything alright?” He asked, closing the laptop.

Cas shook his head. “No Dean I...It’s [y/n] she...” He exhaled. “Dean she left me.” He finished.

Dean couldn’t help the look of shock on his face. “Wait a minute Cas, she left you as in left you left you?” He asked.

Cas rolled his eyes in frustration. “As in ended our relationship, yes.” He said irritably.

“Why would she do that? What happened?”

“We had a fight and I told her that she was over reacting and that she needed to stop acting like a child and calm down, and she just told me she was leaving me and then drove off.” Cas explained.

“Well what were you fighting about?”

“Is that really relevant Dean?”

“Yea, it kinda is.”

A huff as the angel crossed his arms. “She was upset with me for being away for so long without some kind of communication with her. I was only gone a week, maybe two, there’s no reason she should have reacted like she did.” He replied.

“Whoa man, back up a moment. You were gone for a week, maybe two, without any kind of communication with her? No phone calls, no texts, no anything?”

“Yes Dean I just said that.”

“Well no wonder she’s pissed with you, she must’ve been worried out of her mind.” Dean said.

Castiel once again found himself confused. His head tilted to the side, his expression reflecting his lack of understanding. “I don’t understand it. Why would she be worried?”

Dean sighed, raising his brows for a moment. “Sometimes I forget you’re still new to the whole human emotions thing. Look, you know that [y/n] can take care of herself right?” He asked.

“Yes, though I don’t see how-” Cas began.

Dean held up a finger though, silencing the other man. “Just stay with me for a moment buddy. And when she goes out to hunt alone you worry about her right? Even though you know she’s more than capable of kicking some serious ass?” He questioned further.

Cas shook his head. “Of course I do. If anything were to happen to her I-” He suddenly stopped as realization dawned on him. “Oh...I think I see your point. She’s angry because she was concerned about me, and I belittled her for it.” He said.

Dean nodded. “Good, now that we’ve cleared that up, I’d suggest you get yourself to where ever [y/n]’s at, and you start apologizing your ass off.”

“You’re right, thank you Dean.”

“Anytime Cas.”

Then Cas took off in search of you.

Meanwhile you were sitting alone at a rather shady bar, drinking your feelings away, or trying to anyways. You finished your second beer, turning to wave the bartender down for another one. When you turned back around the seat next to you, which had previous been empty, was now occupied by a certain king of hell.

“Fancy meeting you here. Shouldn’t pretty little girls like yourself be at home in bed this time of night?” He greeted.

“Fuck off Crowley, I’m not in the mood.” Was your reply.

Crowley was surprised, normally you’d match his banter, but apparently something had pissed you off something fierce. He raised his brows questioningly. “Oh, and what’s got you in such a tizzy hmm? A hunt gone wrong? The realization that you’re strapped to two moronic and insanely codependent twits?” When he got no reaction he pressed his luck further. “Or maybe there’s trouble in paradise hmm?”

You sparred a few seconds to glare at him.

“Ah, so it’s boy trouble eh? Nothing like a good old fashioned romantic squabble to keep things fresh. So what happened? Did you find our favourite celestial tax accountant ruffling someone else’s feathers? Maybe you’ve realized that you’ll always come second to those cursed Winchesters?”

“I broke up with him.” You said, taking a swing from your new beer bottle.

“You’re telling me that you dumped him? You dumped mister high and mighty Castiel?” He sounded just a little surprised.

“Are you deaf? Yes, I dumped him.”

“Pray tell why.” The demon inquired.

You proceeded to explain what had happened, and somehow, as you threw back another few beers, it came tumbling out that this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, albeit on a smaller scale. The more you drank, the more you talked.

About an hour later Crowley excused himself for a moment to make an “important” call. He stepped outside, pulling his phone out and dialing Castiel’s number.

“Hello?” Came a gruff voice on the other end of the line.

“Hello darling, got a moment?” Crowley greeted.

“I’m a bit busy at the moment Crowley.”

“Yes I’m sure you are busy. How’s the search for your girlfriend going? I imagine not too well.”

“How do you know about that?”

“Because I just spent the last hour listening to her sob into her drinks. Are you going to come scrape her off the bar floor or what?”

The line goes dead, but that doesn’t matter because the angel is now standing behind Crowley. “She’s here?”

“Unless she decided that bar hopping was a good idea yes.”

But Castiel hesitated. “And is she...? Is she still angry with me?”

Crowley rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell of course she is, you were a complete ass to her, and that’s coming from me. Now quit stalling and get your feathery ass in there and apologize before she decides that beer isn’t enough anymore.” He snapped.

Castiel nodded and entered the bar. The air was hot and heavy, smelling of booze, cheap perfume and desperation. It took him a moment to spot you, and when he did he stopped to take a steadying breath before moving over to where you were seated at the bar.

“[y/n].” He said, coming up next to you.

“What do you want Castiel?” Something in your tone of voice made him flinch a little, which you felt kinda bad for.

“I want to apologize.” He said. “I spoke to Dean and I...I realize that I was being insensitive to your feelings. You have every right to be angry with me, I’ve more than earned that.” He pressed his lips together in a thin line, as he always did when he was upset.

“But?” You prompted, knowing there was more.

“But I’m asking you, please don’t leave me. I...” He shook his head slowly. “I want to work things out, I....I don’t want to be without you. I know I’m not good with emotions and relationships, but I’m trying my best, and I’ll try harder if it means you’ll stay.” He admitted.

There was a long, heavy silence as you considered what he had said. In truth, the last thing you wanted was to break up with him, and the apology felt genuine. You sighed loudly, finishing off your sixth beer. “Okay Cas, I’ll stay.” You finally said.

The relief was plain and obvious on his face as he pulled you into his arms for a quick hug. “Thank you [y/n].”

You can’t help but smile a little, returning the hug. “Cas?” You ask quietly, leaning heavily on him as the world tilted and spun around you.

“Yes?”

“I might’ve had one too many beers.”

He chuckles, setting you back down on the chair before hurrying off to pay the tab. He returned a moment later, wrapping an arm around you to hep you stand up. Once you were outside and safely out of anyone’s view, he flies you both back to your house. He puts an arm behind your knees and effortlessly sweeps you up into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. He sets you down on the bed, tapping two fingers against your side to swap your clothes out for your favourite pair of pj’s.

He had considered making sure you got to bed safely and then leaving, but given the argument earlier, he instead kicked off his shoes and hung up his trench coat, sliding into the bed next to you. He pulled the covers up around the two of you as he scooted closer to spoon you.

“Cas?” You’re exhausted, barely awake.

“Yes?”

“Love you.”

He presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. “I love you too, now get some rest.”

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aoitrinity · 7 years

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SPN Episode 14 - The Raid - Running Annotations

So much to unpack tonight! Let’s get started... (beware, obviously spoilers abound): -In the “Then” segment, holy cow, the boys are such babies! Look at how cute they aaaaare <3 -I love watching the boys in this scene--both reacting in their own ways, but both equally interesting to watch. -”Cas almost died!”--That’s right Dean! STAND UP FOR YOUR HUSBAND! -Oh, my heart...you can just see Dean rebuilding those walls brick by fucking brick. Someone he loves has broken his trust...again...*sob* -”I watch him die, every night--” “Good.” - COLD, DEAN. Oh the feels! Such painful, delicious feels. -The BMoL compound has a very Alien feel to it. Sterile. Claustrophobic. I’m sure that’s on purpose. -”I’m doing this for you!”--Mary...but also Cas (who did bad things for Dean for a good reason). Parallellllllllllls! -Dean thinks his mom wants to get away from them! God, the pain on his face... -Dean desperately still wants to cling to his image of his mom. Dean, sweetie...you have to...you have to let go... -”You are not a child!” “I never was.”--GGGGGNNNNGGHHHHH! This...this broke me. The tears are literally pouring out of a cavity in my chest where my heart used to be. Kill me, please. It’d be a kindness T_T -”Yeah, Mary, it is.”--He--he...he called her Mary. Oh. Oh my God. Just...oh my God... -Holy SHIT and he threw her out...and the tears in his eyes...GOD...*openly weeping* Moving along from that first six minutes, which just about fucking killed me... -”But that’s not your call, is it? Or mine?”--WHO ARE THE MYSTERY MEN WHO HEAD THE BMOL?! -Oh, Sammy...honey...he’s so sad about Mary and Dean doesn’t wanna talk... -Hello Dean’s Red Shirt of Poor Decisions! What bad life choices will Dean make today? :D -”I need to hit something, now...”--liiiiike Cas? :D! (I’ll see myself out...) -Poor Sam. I definitely feel his pain--I’ve been in that position of mediator between family members so many times, and it’s always so awful. -”I chose this life” Aww, Sam, look at you and your character development! -So, the barbed wire fence rolling back really reminds me of a fucking concentration camp, and considering I feel like the BMOL are okay with monster genocide, it’s making me even more uncomfortable (in a way that I think it’s meant to?) -Dean calling “Sammy” and then “Lucy” made me jump. Are we trying to reestablish the Lucifer thing here? Or is it just an homage? Either way...I have unhappy feels about that choice. -HAH, goodbrother!Sam emptied the alcohol. Serves you right, Dean, trying to regress to your old habits >.> -Did Dean really just let Ketch in for a bottle of alcohol? Oh, he is in a much worse place than I thought... -”We treat them all like terrorists”--GEE ARE WE LAYING THE SYMBOLISM ON THICK ENOUGH FOR YOU YET? -Oh, the sight of Rick Worth--it’s been far too long! He still looks so classy! -Scotch whiskey...is it too far of a stretch that we ought to associate this with Scotland and Crowley, and therefore crossroads demons and bad deals and selling the soul? Because that’s the vibe I’m getting here. -Still calling her “Mary.” Poor Dean, he’s so hurt... -”You’re a killer, Dean Winchester”--First Rowena, now Ketch. We’ve heard this before, other people trying to label Dean as a killer, even though that clearly bothers him. I feel a character arc (re)surfacing... -And there’s Dean making his deal with the devil (again). Another parallel to early seasons? Check. -Rufus! Gone but never forgotten :( -Aww, Sam is gonna end up guilted into this because he doesn’t want the other hunter to die...fucking Brits. -Interesting Cas parallel with Ketch here, complete with flirtation. The difference here seems to be that Dean is not biting on the flirting front. -OH SHIT VAMPIRE COUNTERSTRIKE! -Oh, Ketch does the torture thing. Fun. And of course, here is where it goes too far for Dean. Memories of Hell, much? -Remember how I said earlier that the BMOL compound felt like the ship in Alien? Whelp, considering I think everyone but Sam, Mary, and Mitch are about to die from a stealth attack by vampires, I think it now feels that way even more so. -The Brits hide from the vamps, Sam and Mary on the offensive. Not surprising... -”He’s been there for at least a decade” “WRONG!”--Lol, the Brits and their Fake News. -The Brits all flinching when Mary beheads the vampire...I’m getting a feeling it’s going to be like that one Star Trek episode where people voluntarily die painlessly to simulate their war rather than have a terrible, bloody war. The Brits have to learn that hunting should be messy and awful because it reminds you of how much the taking of a life should be avoided if possible (a major theme this season, especially regarding the Luci-baby). -HELLO COLT, MY OLD FRIEND. I DID NOT EXPECT TO SEE YOU SO SOON, BUT YAY. -Lol, Sam is all “dude, I forgot we even dropped this ten years ago.” Good job, boys. Good. Job. -When Mary mentions stealing it from Ramiel and all the pieces from 12.12 fall into place...how they all almost died...oh God, the depths of the betrayal! Look at his poor, kicked-puppy face! Sammy’s walls are breaking. He knows that Mary not only is working with the BMoL, but USED he and Dean and Cas for a selfish reason. Oh man, I can’t wait for Dean to find out... -BEHOLD MOOSE, HOLDER OF DOORS! -Pierce, I saw you bein’ creepy over there. Don’t think I didn’t see you. -”...because it’s...England.” Lol, Alpha Vampire is clearly not a fan. -”It is time you get off my lawn!” HAH! For some reason, this line fucking tickled me. The Alpha Vampire as a grouchy old man... -That AVD seems kinda useless if you can break it just by stepping on it o_O -Sam’s speech: “Blah blah yin and yang blah blah light and darkness blah blah bring balance to the force...” -Awww...I’m sad that’s it for the Alpha Vampire...I’d have loved to see more of him :( But hooray for the Colt being back in action?! -It’s interesting watching Mick and Ketch parallel the Winchester family in different incarnations--like how here they seem to parallel Sam and Dean and their different ideas and methods concerning hunting. I feel like there is a wealth of meta to be written on this. -LOL SAM, YOU DIDN’T KNOW HE CAME FOR MARY, YOU DUMMY. (Or was he? Maybe he just wanted Dean to make it clear to Mary that he still cares about her...) -Look! Look! Dean is communicating his feelings! CHARACTER GROWTH! -He called her “Mom” again *^.^* -SHE CAN MAKE HER OWN CHOICES EVEN IF HE DOESN’T LIKE THEM. GOOD LORD THERE IS SO MUCH GROWTH IN HERE I FEEL LIKE I’M IN A HUMAN GREENHOUSE! -Ooh, interesting reversal. Sam and Mary saying that they’re glad Pierce will be tortured (using Dean’s words from earlier--”good”), but when it comes down to it, that actually makes Dean uncomfortable! Look at him shuffling around! Dean is a lot of talk when it comes to being cold, but deep down, he is the most kind and humane of them all. Someone should write some meta about this bit! -Oooh, after Sam’s conversation with Mick...the framing of that shot, of Sam and Mary against Dean...I don’t think Dean’s going to be an easy convert on this BMoL thing. I wonder...will it be Dean against Sam and his mother? Will Cas be on his side? Gah, SO MUCH TO UNPACK @_@ Overall Thoughts: This episode was a fucking breath of fresh air after last week. I really enjoyed it and thought it showed such significant character growth for Sam and Dean. And the opening scene with the boys and Mary was one of the most emotional this season! I loved every second of that first six minutes. I’m still not 100% sure where this BMoL plot is going, and I don’t know that I like how the Winchesters are slowly getting on board with it. On one hand, this could be the route to a happy ending for them. On the other, it could come back to bite them in the ass in a BIG way. Whatever happens, though, at this point, I feel I trust Dabb to do it well. I’m so thrilled with the back half of this season (ignoring last week’s episode), I seriously could do this for another twelve seasons. But for now? I guess I’ll settle for getting Cas back next week!

#spn #spn spoilers #spn season 12 spoilers #season 12 #sam winchester #dean winchester #mary winchester #mick #mr. ketch #british men of letters #12x14 the raid

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