#Lucifer sam

[sirlancenotalot]

[maxkennedy24]

[winchesterangstclub]

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S05E04 The End

Warning: this is going to be borderline Dean critical

Goshhhh Jared's voice is so soft as Sam. I can't.. his voicemail voice can put me to sleep.. I'm not kidding

It hurts me to see that Sam called Dean with a huge news that he is the Devil's vessel and Dean goes droning on about his idgaf attitude

this is also the second episode where Dean goes time traveling without Sam

when present Dean wakes up in future verse and looks outside the window, the camera pans to scene and you can see a theatre is playing Route 666

In the next scene there's a bar that's missing the letter K so instead of Lucky's bar it reads Luc y's bar! That's clever

another Ben Edlund episode focused on Dean

Future Dean bothers me. He says Sam didn't make it knowing full well Sam was trapped in his body post possession. So he did nothing to save him? And he is just going to off him?

Dean doesn't trust Dean..why am I not surprised

lol Dean is so bossy he is bossing himself 😂

present Dean getting the same treatment from future Dean that he gave to Sam.. how lovely..

Anyone else feel present Dean would love to have a threesome with future Dean and some hippie chick?? 😂😂😂

im actually curious to know under what circumstances Sam said yes to Lucifer in this future verse. It can't be the same as canon. Shame they never answered that..

it's also the second time we see Dean talking to Dean. The first one was in that episode where they get stuck in a dream because of the dream root. The 'you are going to die and this, this is what you're going to become"

omg.. Dean is abusive to himself too..

Did anyone else notice, that future Dean dies in 2014 and if you do the math, Season 9 came out in 2013, add the one year Sam spent as Soulless and guess what? Dean really did die in 2014

enter Lucifer!Sam. And the crowd goes wild! I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed Jared Padalecki in that all white suit! People responsible for his wardrobe and hair and makeup in that scene, I love you guys!!

that head tilt!!!!!!! It does things to me! Y'all don't understand, if I ever get a chance to meet Jared IRL I'd ask him to do the head tilt 😍😍😍

like oh my god Lucifer!Sam doesn't even smile the same as OG Sam..

wait what? How did I not notice this before? In the end when Sam meets up with present Dean, Dean pulls out Ruby's knife and Sam steals himself away! Did he think Dean would kill him now that he knows he is Lucifer's vessel??? Please tell me someone else caught this too!

Does Dean ever tell Sam about his trip to the future? I don't remember it but if he does I'll put it on the review

Can you tell i love Lucifer!Sam?

[mrs-pondwater19]

~The Fallout⁴~

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

- Lucifer Possessed Sam x Fem Reader

-Synopsis: After a heated discussion, both your feelings laid out in front of one another, and Lucifer having a hold on you. He acts on his feelings, and you, despite your anger and grief, allow it. Finding comfort in his cold, unloving touch. Giving into the carnal desires of the flesh.

WC: 1,672

A/N: Hey my loves, here is the fourth and final part this little story I've been working on with Lucifer Sam. There is unfortunately no happy ending here, but I think it's fitting for the direction the story went. This part is mostly explicit content, minors please walk away.

Hope you enjoy 💕.

WARNING: 18+, Minors DNI, dub con, angst, size difference, marking/biting, body worship, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, p in v, pure fucking, no real love or emotional intimacy, hair gripping, rough sex towards the end, creampie, no aftercare, preludes of returning.

"Can't escape the fallout 

Feel the fire rain down

See the shadows rising all around

Can't escape the fallout, fallout.”

You knew this was wrong

So, so wrong. 

The way his lips felt on yours as he threaded his hands in your hair. The way he pulled you close and making sure you stayed there. The way you felt the growing heat rise between you both. Knowing exactly where this was all going to lead once his lips left yours. Not that you'd fight it anyways, you were too lost in the haze of desire to try to fight it anymore.

Too lost in the memory of how Sam used to kiss you, how he used to touch you. 

How he used to love you. 

Even though it wasn't him, where it lacked the warmth and love that Sam would emulate when he touched you. 

You somehow were under the Devil's spell, humoring yourself that somehow,

Some way,

It was still Sam touching you at that moment in time. 

Even though in the back of your mind it wasn't. It was just an entity that wished to control you. 

To have you the way Sam did. 

And he didn't waste time once he had you in his grasp. 

Kissing you as if he'd been waiting for an eternity for it. 

Drinking you in more and more as his lips never left your own. 

Like he was drinking water for the first time in years. 

Desperate. 

The hands that were threaded in your hair gently moved down to the worn Carhartt, hastily unzipping it and pushing the collar open and exposing your neck and collarbone. A fresh canvas for him to mark up in dark shades of red and purples. 

He broke away, his breath heavy as he looked into your eyes, his pupils blown full and wide with lust and the lingering adoration from before. Causing your stomach to flip in your gut and your cheeks to flush a deeper red as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck. 

As his lips danced across the skin of your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, your hand gently gripped the tufts of hair at the back of his head. Leaning your head back to give him more access as you bit your bottom lip. Trying to stay composed as he marked your tender skin  with his teeth.

It didn't take long for him to get you on your back, pushing the jacket off your arms and using it as a makeshift blanket beneath you. His hands found their way to the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up over your head. He discarded the article of clothing before carefully kissing up your stomach. His lips pressed into your soft skin as he eyes stayed locked on yours. 

His acts were slow and deliberate, making sure to savor every piece of you.

Like he was worshiping you. 

Like that was what you were made for.

You held contact with his hazel irises for a few moments more before throwing your head back into the bunched hood of the jacket. 

Your breath was unsteady.

Your chest heaving. 

You had forgotten how good it felt when you were like this with Sam. 

How every little touch, every searing kiss, and every move made you come undone.

Only now it was more heated, more fueled with lust and control.

Like a fiery rain that burned into your body. 

His fingers leaving a near painful ache in their wake as he slipped his hand down under your jeans. Feeling the result of what his actions were doing to you. 

He let out a dark hum that rumbled in his chest. Very clearly pleased with himself at how wet you already were despite having barely touched you. 

He let his fingers slip past your entrance, letting them settle in your warm walls as you jutted your hips up at the sensation of him stretching you out. 

Sinful mewls fell from your lips as you felt him pump his fingers rhythmically in and out of you. Hearing the sounds of your slick against his palm. It was almost pathetic how wet you were. And he could see the shame written all over your face as you moaned helplessly under him.

But it wasn't enough. 

"More."

He pulled his fingers away from you before he unbuttoned your jeans, pulled them down your legs along with your panties. Leaving you completely exposed and at his mercy. 

He spread your legs open. Revealing the absolute mess between your thighs. Appreciating the way your pussy glistened in the grey overcast, running his fingers over your inner thigh as he spoke in an unsettling whisper.

“Fuck.”

It wasn't long before his tongue was lapping at your wet folds. His massive, calloused hands gripping your thighs firmly to keep them spread open for him. His nose brushed against your clit as he ate you out. 

It wasn't rushed, it wasn't quick. It was like everything from before.

Slow and worshipful. 

And you. 

You were an absolute wreck.

Your hands tangled up in his hair, gripping harshly to keep him latched on to your heat. Your moans and mewls falling from your mouth like a symphony, echoing into the woods that surrounded you. You came at least twice since he started, and he made sure not to let any of it go to waste. Ravishing in the way you tasted. 

Your cum coating his lips and tongue like sweet honey. 

You were shaking vigorously once he saw you were too overwhelmed to keep enjoying it at that point. Tears coated the corners of your eyes as you watched him strip out of his crisp white suit effortlessly. Revealing the toned, scarred body of Sam that you had ingrained in your mind and soul all that time ago.

Your body aching, craving to feel him against you again. 

Wishing you could share your love with him one last time.

But there was no Sam here.

Just you and the Devil.

His massive form hovered over you, causing a long shadow to fall over your body as he spoke.

“Don't be afraid. I've got you.”

With a single thrust. You could feel him stretch you out. Your walls clenched around him as you cried out in slight pain. His cock pulsating at how tight your pussy was. It had been too long since you'd been with a man. Not since Sam anyways. 

Your fingers dug into his firm, toned back as you adjusted, keeping your face buried in the crook of his neck. 

But after a few moments, the slight ache bloomed into pure bliss. Relaxing as you nodded, giving him the green light.

He started slow, keeping his pace gentle as he cradled your head in one hand while supporting his weight with the other. The sounds of both your moans filled the space. 

But it wasn't the same as when it was with Sam. It wasn't as warm or caring.

There was no love behind it.

Only primitive desire. 

You propped your chin on his shoulder, keeping your focus on the hemlocks. Hoping they'd distract you enough to make you forget that it wasn't Sam. To dull the desire that settled in your gut as his pace became more erratic and rough. 

You could feel him pushing you down further and further into the Carhartt jacket as he fucked you. His grunts and groans filled your ears as the hand that cradled your head now gripped your hair. Tightly tugging at the strands as he sucked at your neck, teeth nipping at threatening to break your tender skin. 

Your eyes still on the hemlocks as you felt him bottom you out. Tears staining your cheek at the pleasure he provided you. Your nails scratching at his back, your bare chest against his, sweat covering both your bodies as he let his pace become unforgiving. 

A ballot of curses fell off your tongue as you came, your orgasm washing over you gave you a sense of satisfaction you hadn't felt in a long, long time. And he smirked, a satisfied huff leaving his mouth in one of his groans as he tugged your hair back, forcing you to look at him as he spoke.

“You're such a good girl for me.”

You could tell he wasn't too far off from reaching his high. With the way his hips slammed against your own, how harshly he tugged at your locks. How he refused to let you move. How his eyes stayed glued on to your fucked out face. 

Watching you writhe underneath him.

That was enough to get him there. 

You felt his last, final thrust as he settled deep inside you. Groaning sinfully as his cum spilled in your cunt, dripping out the sides.

His breath heavy as he shook. 

Dropping his head in your shoulder, catching his breath for a moment before pulling out and getting up. 

The cold hit you like a wet blanket as he stood, looking at you with a cocky expression. Like he was proud of the mess he made of you as he put his clothes back on. His eyes never leaving the sight of his essence dripping out of you and into the grass. 

Your eyes wandered from his as you came down from your satisfaction. The haze cleared as you realized what just happened.

Shame, guilt, and disgust flooded your body. 

You fucked the devil. 

You let the devil fuck you. 

You felt like you were going to be sick. 

Your body shaking in terror as he knelt down, taking your chin in his hand as he made you look at him one last time.

“You did well. But don't think that this will be the only time we do this. Now that I've found you. I don't plan on letting you go.”

He said as he kissed your forehead before standing up and disappearing into the fog.

Leaving you there alone in the hemlocks.  

~Fin~

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@ratkidcalledallie @coveredinratz

[aremyia]

me and the devil

[perfect-angelic-love]

"the same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you, is the size of your ego." || S05E04 The End

This is such an amazing well scripted end to an episode. and these still shots are to die for. You're welcome!

[teafangirl]

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Sammy’s Girl

Reader X Sam Winchester

Summary : Dating Sam Winchester should be fun, right? Oh, hell, you just stepped onto a roller coaster of celestial intent. You thought it would be normal, but then you faced problems you never knew were real, and yet you a simple human managed to always end up with him.

Warnings : PTSD mentions, Sam being cute, spoilers for plot of Supernatural, Sam comforting you, you comforting him, your sweetheart ! He comforts you. happy ending.. opens ended , swearing, a little spice,

Author's Note: This takes place during season four and on ward through seasons, the pace will go faster, meaning this story may time jump. However, in this, it ends at season seven. Prepare for it to be a tiny bit sad and a few changes will be made to the plot you'll see when you read, It's nothing major. It was originally going to be a different type of story, but I liked this idea better. I'm also adding scenes. Ignore all misspellings, and you may notice a few lines from the script so have fun reading. the bible quote at the end is from the web, as are the pictures, i own nothing this is just for fun! Enjoy!

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Context

When Dean was in hell, Sam had tried everything to save his brother but at some point he knew he needed rest, however that didn't stop him from taking a few cases, and that's where he met you, it was simple a ghost was haunting your house and everyone you told thought you were crazy it got out of hand when the ghost killed a delivery driver who'd been brought you a pizza for a party of course you were blamed that was till the hot tall brown haired man came to your rescue and a few days latter you found yourself in bed with the one and only Sam Winchester. After a few dates, of course.

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Sam had been hesitant to date you or like you at all since Jess. Jess, the girl who burned on the ceiling and sent Sam back into the hunting life however he'd been drawn by your kindness and the way you looked at him, like he was the most beautiful man you'd seen not a demon blood freak. Or some abomination, of course you didn't know about any of that, and he wasn't planing on telling you. After everything that'd happened to him thus far, for once, he felt like he'd earned this. He'd told you about Dean, not all of it, but the part about him dying you'd encouraged him to let all his emotions out and all that kindness seemed to break the younger Winchester who'd spent an hour or three crying on your chest while you rubbed your gentle hand through his hair.

“I'm sure your brother would be proud of you…he will always be in your heart!”

You had told him, and who knew that would bring the soft boy to his knees deep in emotions because for Sam, he knew Dean wasn't proud of him for many things, and he also knew Dean saw him as a freak, but you, you looked at him like a person which was something he hadn't had since Jessica but back then he hadn't been through everything he had now which made him scared. Yellow eyes were indeed Dead, but the nightmare still rang deep in his mind, however this time it was different. He lay in bed, and you weren't there he would always think you were maybe in the bathroom or… he couldn't think longer as a drop of hot blood landed on his forehead then another on his hair he knew what was coming, his muscles tensed his breathing grew sharp as smoke filled his lungs and yellow and red began to light the room and the edges of his vision. When another drop of blood fell on his chest, he instinctively accidentally opened his eyes to the ceiling. There you were, burned by flames, your beautiful body strung up like a cooking stake among the flames Sam couldn't take his eyes away as tears ran down his face, why hadn't he listened to his gut and stayed away, why did he think he could have a relationship with you.

“SAM”

He couldn't tell whether your voice was coming from your burning body or somewhere else.

“Th.. This cant be happening, not again…!”

Sam mumbled, and soon he felt a gentle hand grasp his own as he stared at the ceiling. The touch was gentle and familiar, it felt like you, like your kind hand that never seemed scared when he had crazy nightmares.

“Sam…wake up, you are having a nightmare”

Your close calm voice seemed to break through to his mind, and soon he found the ceiling clean of no fire, no dead you. He felt sweat running down his face as he looked over into your very alive eyes. He allowed himself to breathe and pull you close to him, which you allowed and nearly fell onto his chest. Feeling as his arms wrapped around your back, you smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek making him blush helplessly.

“Wanna talk about it… I heard if you talk about it won't happen!”

Sam leaned back into his pillow as you set your chain on his chest, ready to listen. Something told Sam it wouldn't hurt to tell you if anything you'd think he'd watched too many horror flicks as a kid, so he told you what he saw and noticed how you listened intently however before you could reply a knock was heard at the front door of your house where Sam had stayed with you after saving you five days ago. It had been peaceful, kisses and cuddles as well as a nice dinner date, Sam had talked about his past well just his feather and brother, yet you knew this man was still a mystery to you, and you found that endearing and attractive. For the longest time you'd been seen as a crazy girl who made up a ghost in her house, just some insignificant human doing the same tasks over and over, however after meeting Sam something changed, maybe the divine had finally given you your spotlight and maybe helping this damaged man was your true purpose, but you weren't one to judge what was fated for you.

“Are you expecting someone Y/N?”

You thought at his question for a moment, it was early in the morning, your mind ran over the interactions you had yesterday but noting came up as an answer. You shook your head as another knock was heard, and this time there was a voice too.

“Sammy? You in there?”

You felt Sam freeze under your body, and before you could react he gently rolled you onto the bed beside him and set up reaching for a knife you never knew was under his pillow his eyes became serious as he looked at you then looked down, and you did the same, noticing the salt around the bed that you had not seen before and maybe if you had noticed the way he subtly protected you from the supernatural, you didn't care because you knew ghost were real you knew he dealt with them that's all you knew.

“Y/N I need you to stay in here till I come back!”

You had a hard time looking away from his bare chest, but you nodded, trying to hide the sudden fear for him that seemed to prick the back of your neck. Sam handled himself like a solider like he had so many walls around himself like he'd seen something horrible and couldn't cope but was trying to. You often wondered if the woman on the ceiling he had nightmares about was real, that that had really happened to his last girlfriend, which is why he was so careful with you. You watched as he quickly turned and left the room, leaving you alone with the blankets and pillows of your bed. After a moment you felt curious and Hungary, so you decided to gently step off your bed and out of the salt circle you went straight to the door luckily you slept in sweatpants and T-shirt, soon your fingers brushed against the door. You heard Sam's voice and two others Sam's had been shouting before but now was a lot calmer so you figured it was safe to venture out of the bedroom. You grabbed a metal rod that Sam had suggested you keep by your door in your room, and gently you pushed the door opened, it creaked as it slowly reveled the hallway.

Metal rod against your chest you slowly made your way towards Sam's voice and as you got closer you could make out what he was saying to the other two voices.

Sam: You think I made a deal?

Then the second voice spoke, this man sounded much older.

“That's exactly what we think.”

As you looked around the corner you could see Sam conversing with two men in your living room, the other two sounded angry or questioning, one had on a fennel and the other a vest.

Sam: Well, I didn't.

The man with the flannel and rough voice then stands up and grabs Sam's shirt, which he must have put on before exiting your room. The man then brings Sam to his feet, but before he can say anything else his eyes land on you peering into the room from the corner, your eyes meet his hard green ones and you step back attempting to back step into the shadows of the hallway, but you were still worried about Sam. The green-eyed men's eyes held a look of torture and pain, as if he'd endured un imagneable pain.

“Dean?”

The older man said as he stood up and put a hand on Deans shoulder, this man could probably tell millions of thoughts were running through Deans head at the sight of you as he looked back at Sam.

Dean: So while I was in Hell you were banging some…what is she Demon or human like Jess?

“I'm human..now leave Sam alone and get out of my house!”

The words slipped from your mouth like a wet rag slipping from a table, Sam broke Deans hold and looked back at you. Dean didn't seem to care about Sam at that moment, as his eyes were locked on you in a confliction of emotion. He knew he should be happy for Sam but after Meg and Ruby he wasn't sure, however knowing that you were human gave him some peace.

“Y/N, it's ok, this is Dean, my brother, and this is our friend Bobby!”

You'd hard about Bobby and Dean, Dean the dead one as far as you knew. Your mind hung on the word Brother for a while, since the duo looked nothing alike. Sam took a gentle step closer to you as if trying to gauge your reaction, Dean still looked like he could punch something or Sam, but your eyes remained focused on Sam's as you stepped into the living room.

“He's not a ghost, is he? Like the one you saved me from?”

Sam ran a hand through his hair as he walked closer, seemingly focusing on you more than Dean at the moment.

“He's not a ghost, he's real’

Sam looks you over seeing the metal rod you are holding, he smiles knowing you were probably worried which he hadn't experienced someone doing well maybe since Jess. An embarrassed blush colors your cheeks as you see him notice the rod, and it makes you smile for a moment because you were indeed worried and weren't going to sit tight if he was in danger, that's just not how you worked. A clearing of the throat from Dean broke the silence that had been full of sweet love from both parties, Sam felt something knowing that you would have hit Dean if you had too and that thought soon made him chuckle since his brother could get pretty rough sometimes.

Dean: Hey..me and bobby are still here, you know!

At that, all the information you'd just learned flooded your mind once more, Sam's dead brother was alive, and it all had something to do with hell. You ran over everything Sam had already told you about ghosts, and at this point the question lingering on your tongue didn't seem so insane.

“The nightmares..the ones you have Sam..the one where you saw me…burning is…that how Jess died?

Sam looked down as if he was deciding whether to tell you the truth or not. He had told you that a girl named Jess was his ex and was dead, he just had not said how. Sam sat down on the sofa and gestured for you to come sit with him, as Bobby seemed to convince Dean to give you two a moment and sit down too. You slowly walked over and sat down beside Sam feeling better now that you were sitting, you looked at him your eyes holding curiosity.

“Y…. Yes..that's also how our mom died, burned on the ceiling.”

He said in almost a whisper, and a tear ran down your innocent face as the words soaked into your mind. No words left your mouth for a moment. Soon you reached your hand out, gently holding Sam's as if trying to hold yourself together or comfort him.

“What… What would do such a horrible thing? And why?”

“A Demon, it killed our mother because she walked in on it… Jess died because it wanted to make me see her death as my fault.”

You can tell Sam's leaving out something, but you don't want to push you already have another question waiting on your tongue you feel sad for Sam and squeeze his hand as your other hand takes his other hand, he lets you pull him a little closer, ignoring Deans eye roll.

“If Demons..are real..are Hell and Heaven too…?”

“Hells real… I just got out! Somehow”

Dean spats out, officially entering the conversation and earning an eye roll from Sam, Bobby who'd been silent for most of the conversation decides to speak up.

“Sorry for interupten but look I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.”

You find yourself nodding at that, you meet Sam's concerned gaze and think for a moment sure it's all a lot, but you already know ghosts are real so why not everything else, souls, demons, Hell and possibly Heaven meaning Angels and more that brings a since of adventure to you a step away from the simple dark world you thought you knew and well Sam just told you how his ex and mother died that makes it all pretty real in your eyes.

“Sam didn't free you..he said he didn't …so who did?

Everyone looked at you for a moment, probably surprised that you seemed so willing to accept the supernatural and so interested when most people would dismiss or think them to be insane.

“That's what we need to figure out, okay, so..we don't know who got Dean out. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help, and I need to talk to Y/N.’

Sam smiles at you, and you smile back, agreeing that you two do need to talk. Sam's gaze then turns to Dean.

“You and Bobby can go, and I'm going to stay with Y/N’

Dean looks surprised, but a look from Bobby, and he's getting up with him to go it all happens so quick or perhaps your mind is still racing. Sam gives them parting words and gives Dean his amulet back before watching the door close behind them and looking back at you. Sam runs a hand through his hair as he sits back beside you, now that the two of you are alone you lean into him moving closer and that leads to him wrapping an arm around you.

“Can I grab us some drinks, then we talk?”

You asked barely above a whisper, and Sam nods, releasing you from his grasp and watching as you walk to the kitchen. Sam knows this is your way of giving him a moment to breathe, and he appreciates that. However, soon a familiar smell reaches his nose as you walk back into the room with two cups of wine or, well, not wine.

“I found a bottle of wine on the fridge door, mostly empty, so figured we should use it up now.”

Sam's heart starts racing as he realizes what you're holding in those glaess his mind begins to pound out of addictive need for the liquid. He had been having Ruby supply him with demon blood which he'd put in wine bottles and keep stashed deep in the fridge, and he'd always make sure real wine was placed in front of the Demon Blood bottles but not like you knew the difference, at least not yet. He mentally cused himself for being sloppy and tired, but he couldn't help how good you made him feel, just being in your range of kindness was an addiction of its own. However, loving you was a better addiction than the blood would ever be, but he required that blood to kill Lilith, who'd sent Dean to hell in the first place.

“Y/N…d.. Don't drink that! It's bad for you!”

You see that Sam's eyes are glued on what you think is wine, and after everything you've learned, you wondered if it was wine you were actually holding.

“It's not Wine, is it?”

Sam nodded and fought the urge to snatch the glasses out of her hands and drink the demon blood. However, he figured being honest with her would be ok…she needed to know who he was, he couldn't keep keeping things from her, he couldn't let her somehow end up like Jess and maybe telling her would protect her and make it easier for him to feel less hesitant about loving her if she loved him for whom he was. Not that she didn't know a lot already, but he had left out many things. He hoped telling her wouldn't cause her to fear him like Dean seemed to.

“When my mom died…she died because she walked in on the demon that killed Jess, he was feeding me…demon blood, we don't know why he was there..anyway the blood gives me visions..telekinetic powers..they get stronger when I take more blood, but it can be addictive like really addictive …however I need it so I can kill a demon called Lilith who's the one who sent Dean to hell after he sacrificed his soul to bring me back to life….”

You watch as Sam drops his gaze from you down to his legs as if waiting for you to scold hm, but instead you set the glaess down on the table and sit beside him, gently wrapping your hands around his shoulders and running a hand through his hair.

“Sounds like you guys have been through a lot…so you have superpowers, and you use them for good?”

Sam smiles at your simplistic understanding and wonders how an innocent mind such as yours can understand that concepts like hell and Heaven and demons are real, and you were only human. Sam had sneakily made sure of that, gave you a cup of holy water once, you accidentally cut yourself with a knife once, and he was there to take care of it, and you could walk over salt lines, including the devil's trap under your rug you never knew he'd drawn one night when he'd gotten up to use the bathroom. He felt bad for doing stuff behind your back, but he wanted to protect you, to make sure you wouldn't somehow end up dead like Jess had. He hoped when he reveled all to you, you'd still show him the kindness he'd fallen for. For the next few hours the two of you sat, he explained everything about himself and Dean and their lives up to now. He explained all the measures he'd taken to protect you, even showing you the devil's trap under the rug and whee all the hidden salt lines where, you could tell he was getting nervous as he spoke, he kept looking back as you as if to determine your reaction, but you just soaked up all the information like a wet sponge and when he finished he took a big sigh and ran a hand through his hair as he looked at you.

“Sam…thank you”

He was caught off guard by your response, he could see the worm smile on your face as you stepped closer. Dean had called him a freak or monster, selfish, but you had not you'd thanked him for something, and he wasn't sure how to respond to that kind of response. As for you, it sounded like he'd had a terrible childhood, and he needed a hug it sounded like the man in front of you just told you something he wouldn't tell anyone else or any human and if he did, they'd think bad of him or that he was insane instead of asking if he wanted any of it and from what he'd told you what he wanted was a normal life and because of a demon and his dad he got thrown back into a life of well..hunting demons and vampires, fearing for their lives every day and lots of daddy issues and so much more. Honestly your pretty sure he expected you to be scared to want to never see him again, but you'd spent the last week with this man, and he'd been the kindest most loving person ever he'd been kinder then any man you'd met in your entire life and right now you still saw that man not a freak not a monster like his brother and feather seemed to see you saw Sam Winchester for who he was! You reach up wrapping your arms around Sam's neck gently and lifting yourself onto your tip toes partly and kissing him dead on the lips, you felt his hands wrap around your back and hold you against his chest. You could feel him smile against your lips as he made the kiss passionate, you could feel a single tear from Sam's eye drip into your hair and the two of you stayed in that spot for a while just embracing each other. The smile that was on Sam's face hadn't been seen in a while, and to him this was Heaven…you were Heaven, an angel!

After what felt like an hour, Sam's phone rang, and you watched as one hand left your back to retrieve it from his pocket and saw that it was Dean who was calling, he sighed and pushed the button to answer the call and moved the phone to his ear. He tried to make his voice sound less like he'd just been making out with you.

“Meet me at the nearest motal Sam, we need to talk!”

` “Dean-”

Dean hung up before Sam could say what he'd wanted to, he guessed Dean had found answers and wanted to talk in person. Sam looked back at you, once you saw the serious look in his eyes, you backed up and stared up at him. Sam hesitated for a moment, then told you what Dean had told him. You understood what Dean had found out could be important and if it involved forces of evil they'd need to stop them together. You thought of asking to go with him, but he didn't look like he'd let you anywhere near what him and Dean did for a living. He pulled out a knife and placed it flat in his hands, it was metal and sharp.

“This knife can kill demons, I might not be back for a few days …promise me you'll use it if you have too…”

You nod and take the knife, it feels a little heavy in your hands.

“I'll keep it on me at all times, love…anything else?”

Sam sighed and pulled his shirt down to revel the tattoo you'd seen before, it was near his shoulder.

“If you can get this somewhere on your body, it will keep demons from wearing you!’

A shiver ran down your spine at being controlled by a demon, you nodded thankful that your boyfriend had provided a solution for when he was away you took out your phone and took a picture of the tattoo then kissed Sam.

“I'll call you and text you, don't worry…but you have to promise me one thing!

Sam smiled and blushed while looking intrigued in what you were going to say next.

“Come back to me! Don't forget me Sammy..whatever happens fight to live..because I'd like to see you again…if you feel like dying remember you have me to come back too!

Sam didn't say anything for a moment, he knew that dying was a huge risk in his life, but it ment something that you told him to come back no matter what. He knew things were likely to get worse like aways, but the thought that after this was over he'd have someone to go back to normal with. Someone who wanted him, who wanted him to return to them.

“I promise….just be here when I get back!”

Sam knew it was a promise he'd likely break, but he wasn't going to say that to her. Instead, he kissed her as if sealing a crossroads deal, and soon the kiss became passionate. Soon you were watching Sam step out your door with bags and one last look back, a cheeky smile before the door landed back in place. Once it closed, tears started pouring down your face, you didn't want him to go back into danger, but at least he'd come back right. Fast-forward to the next day it felt odd waking up without Sam, you made it to the kitchen and made yourself leftovers of what you and Sam had for dinner a night ago. You'd decided to go to the library, since you were now curious in what else might be real. Before you left your house, you sent Sam a text asking how he was and got no reply, meaning he was likely on a case or asleep. Soon you made it to the local library and found a cozy seat after grabbing piles of books on everything from angels to myths and legends, including a few files reports the librarian managed to get you from the back. Your fingers flipped through book after book for hours, your eyes scanning and soaking up all the lore, you now looked at it with new eyes. Soon your phone buzzed, and you looked to see a text from Sam.

“Was on a case..nearly died, but I'm alive!’

You smiled at your phone and texted back, but before you could hit send, you saw a woman slide into the seat in front of you. Her hair was black, and soon her eyes turned black, and you knew from Sam that ment she was a demon you slowly reached for your blade.

“I'm just here to talk…names Ruby”

She leaned across the table as she spoke, looking you right in the eyes. Sam had told you she was the one giving him the demon blood. You tried to keep your expression straight.

“Well, really, I'm here to warn you!

“About what?”

“Stay away from Sam Winchester! Or you'll have to deal with me!

And with that the demon left you alone and walked off smirking.. You quickly grabbed your things and nearly ran out of the library and to your car. In about five seconds, you'd booked a tattoo appointment for the next day and called Sam's number. However, when the phone picked up it wasn't Sam, it was Dean.

“Sorry Y/N Sam's not here right now”

“Dean..do you know a demon named Ruby?

“Yea…why?”

“She told me to–”

Just then, the connection was lost, and your phone turned itself completely off before you could finish the call you tried to turn it back on several times but nothing worked. Un known to you on the root top of the library stood Castiel and Zachariah, Cas watched as soon your car drove away as for Zachariah he had a smile on his vessel's face.

“She won't ruin the prophecy… Sam must give into Ruby.”

Zachariah said in a cold tone, while Castiel just observed after his meeting with Dean, he had been feeling less like whatever plan his bosses had was right. Once you got home you nearly ran into your house and after a while your phone finally came back on. However, both Dean and Sam's number s were gone. You panicked, tearing apart your phone, but the numbers were nowhere. It was clear to you something or someone was trying to keep you away from Sam, and this likely wasn't Ruby's doing, unless it was. Would Dean even tell him you called if so would Sam come to check, would he wonder why you no longer answered. All those thoughts ran around in your head like a chopping block, chopping constantly. Over the passing days, you found yourself searching databases for any sightings of the Winchesters and calling all the motels in that area hoping to get something, even if it was a location. You had to save your boyfriend from that bitch Ruby, the way you were stopped from telling Dean what had happened, the way Ruby had told you to stay away, didn't sit right at all. Soon two weeks passed, and your living room looked like a mess, it had a discarded suitcase with clothes, printed pictures and documents and un finished mugs of tea that hadn't been cleaned yet. There was also a makeshift area with salt and all the stuff needed to banish demons and other creatures, the couch had turned into a makeshift bed. You never knew when the boys would be at a different place, so you checked frequently you also tried to find where Bobby lived you couldn't call because you never got his number. One day while you were sleeping you woke to your door bing broken down, quickly you got to your feet and pulled the blade Sam had given you out from under your pillow, you also grabbed a cup of salt you kept beside the couch.

.

“Whoever you are..you should really leave now!”

“Oh, I don't think we will be leaving, I was told you are trying to get to Sam…what a bad little bitch..!”

A shiver ran down your spine as you recognized that voice as Ruby the demon and shed brought some backup. Said backup quickly surrounded you as Ruby stepped inside the house, dodging the devil's trap that was under the rug you'd had plans to paint more, but you hadn't gotten around to doing it. Your breathing got rough, you couldn't take on this many demons, could you..you had not used the knife once yet. You had started working out, but you weren't as strong as say Sam yet. Ruby then stepped closer to you, her smile turning into a disappointed face.

“Boys, sit her down..”

And suddenly you felt hands grab you and shove you onto the couch and then those same hands held your arms to the couch leaving you unable to use the knife you still held as Ruby knelt closer and smiled at your attempt to struggle.

“Want to know something about Sam…he's Lucifer's vessel…and soon he's going to set him free”

“Why tell me this?”

Ruby smiled and laughed.

“Because you'll never be able to save him…you'll never see him again! He's ours, and soon he'll be leading the demon army as the first of the fallens vessel…”

Ruby laughs again and stands up. Your heads racing and soon fear and darkness clouds your vision as something hits you, and you fall unconscious, the demon's words sting in your mind like bursts of poison from a serpent killing its victim piece by piece till theirs nothing left to hold onto but the thought of death. The thought of the world ending and you not being able to save the one person who made you truly feel happy because he was destined to bring such end sank you to your core. You still couldn't move your arms, so you figured Ruby had left some demons to make sure you actually couldn't do anything. Who knew being a Winchester's girl would leave you tossed around and torn. You knew in your heart Sam was a good person and wouldn't give in to such evil, but you also knew there were likely ways things Ruby could do to make him think it was the right thing, but in reality it was very bad. All this is what really scared you, not who Sam was, but the fact that right now it didn't seem like you could do anything to help him to stop the forces at play. Soon you felt the grips on your arms leave you felt weak, your arms now had red marks from where the demons had held you. Unknown to you, Castiel was now standing in your living room and the demons were dead on the floor. Castiels shadow wings were out his steps silent as his tan trench coat swayed with him, he knew he was defining Zachariah's orders which were to let Ruby hold you so you couldn't help Sam who was giving into the demon blood and to Ruby he still thought of you and longed to return to you some day. Ruby had said he was saving the world, however what happened with Anna and Uriel hadn't seemed that way they'd made Dean give up Anna otherwise they'd kill Sam. Deep down Castiel didn't like hurting the boys so he'd thought maybe he could do one thing right, he gently picked up your limp body making sure to grab the knife as well. Castiel wrapped his wings around the two of you, all that could be heard was flapping, and soon he laid you down on Sam's bed in the latest motel room that they had gotten into. Dean had likely gone out to a bar Sam was likely getting more demon blood from Ruby, un aware that Ruby had hurt you and had been trying to keep you away from Sam. It wasn't long before the motel door opened and Sam walked back in then froze as he saw you on his bed unconscious with red marks on your arms, he then saw Cas looking straight at hm.

“Y/N…Cas what happened to her..is she…”

“No Sam.. She's Alive..just bruised, she was attacked by Ruby's demons!”

Sam was quick to run to your side, Sam ran a gentle hand over your face then checked for your pulse, which he felt, and it sent a wave of relief through him. Sam then looked over at Cas.

“Do you know why they attacked her?”

Castiel ponders for a moment he's already defied orders once, should he do it again by telling Sam why you were attacked. Sam then watched as your eyes opened slightly and your hand then tightened around the knife that was still in your hand. Cas didn't say anything, he was now focused on you, just like Sam was. You heard that familiar voice and felt his touch on your face that told you he was somehow there. Somehow, Sam was sitting beside you waiting for you to wake up so he'd know if you were really ok, finally you opened your eyes to find Sam leaning over you. You could tell you were somewhere new, but you knew the man with long hair leaning over you was indeed your boyfriend, and you wanted to hug him so bad. Then you noticed the other man in the room he had black short hair, blue eyes, a tan trench coat and a blue tie, and he looked deep in thought. Your eyes then fluttered back to Sam.

“My names Castiel, I'm an Angel of the lord… I brought you here.”

Cas said abruptly and matter-of-factly, as if attempting to remind himself. You nodded, soaking up that new information that Angels were also real. You weren't a big religious person, but you liked the thought that there was a guiding hand in it all, and you also liked the lore surrounding Angels like Micheal and Gabriel. Furthermore, you had basic knowledge like that Micheal's the one who kills Lucifer and casts him to hell you also know Lucifer's the first of the fallen and was cast out for rebelling against God.

“Saved by an Angel…that's a first!

Your reaction to Cas seemed to make Cas smile at how excited you and Sam both were to see a real Angel. Cas wouldn't admit it to Sam, at least not yet, but Cas cared deeply for him and was happy he had you. Sam smiled at you and seemed to relax more, seeing you not harmed too much. When you looked at Sam, you noticed his hair was a tiny bit longer, and you found it cute. Gently you moved your hand to touch it and Sam moved closer allowing you full access, and soon you were hugging him. Sam hugged you back tightly and soon enough Dean came back into the room, and first he looked confused and worried.

“Is she ok?”

Sam looked up at his brother, a few tears in his eyes for reasons only Dean probably knew, he knew about the demons blood, sure he was mad, but he cared about you to a point, and if you made his baby brother happy during all this crap then he’d add you to his list of people to protect!

“Can you get her some water ?”

Dean nodded at Sam’s request, and grabbed Sam’s water bottle that he’d wanted with his salad , and brought it over, Sam had to break the hug to help you drink, the water wasn’t cold, but it felt refreshing. As for Dean, he figured Sam would fill him in later, he was a little worried about you so was glad to see you ok. Sam noticed how you moved close to him, he also smiled at the anti possession symbol he could see below your left collar bone as you leaned on him. It was comforting to be back in Sam’s arms, Ruby had said you couldn’t save him .. Perhaps she was wrong !your voice was still horse, your arms sore.

“Sam…?!”

“It’s ok Y/N… I’m here!”

Sam held you tighter yet still gentle, at some point you remember Castiel putting your mind at ease with his angelic magic, You stayed with Sam and Dean after that, you got to know Cas more too, even talked him through some doubts he was having about heaven when Uriel had made Dean torture Allister who was the same demon who tortured Dean in hell. You helped the boys find and save Jimmy Case's vessel from dying to demons. Jimmy was nice, as for Sam, he had started to withdrawal from the demon blood after you'd told them all what Ruby had told you. Dean wanted to kill Ruby, Sam too but wanted to use her to find Lilith and kill her first. Castiel hadn’t spoken since they’d saved Jimmy. It was very clear something had happened to Castiel while in heaven, since he’d become colder again, well according to the boys at least. You’d used the blade on a demon once, and you still weren’t sure how that felt, you pushed the feeling down as you sat in the backseat of the impala, which was being driven to Bobby’s by Dean as Sam rode shotgun like usual, Sam had given you an out when he left the first time, and you could have stayed away like Ruby had said, but instead you chose to fight and now thanks to Castiel you might have a chance at saving Sam! However, suddenly, the car started

going out of control, then you noticed Dean wasn’t in the driver's seat anymore)

“Dean.. Sam!”

You saw Sam grab the wheel and get the car into park, but then you weren’t in the car anymore , now you were on the floor beside Dean, in a completely different room, it was fancy, with a table in the middle that held food, one end had Deans favorites and on the other had teas and your favorites.

“Dean.. You awake ?”

Dean groaned as he opened his eyes and faced you.

“Yea Y/N I’m alive, where the hell are we !

“I believe I can answer that !”

Zachariah said as he walked into the room with a smirk on his face,

“you are an angel arnt you, you Sonofabitch! “

Dean angerly got to his feet, and you fallowed suit, Cas had told you about how his superior Zachariah had stopped you from telling Dean what Ruby had said all that time ago, as well as he was the one who told Ruby you’d been tracking Sam down. According to Castiel, something was wrong with heaven .. Some angels seemed more corrupt, like Zachariah, for example. You listened as Dean spat cus words, and the corrupt Angel gloated about how Ruby would convince Sam that in order to save you both from Lilith he had to drink more demon blood the than before and kill her ! Then the apocalypse would start, and apparently Dean had some special rule in stopping it.

“Why not just prevent it from happening in the first place! Why does Sam have to start it, your Angels, you can help us save him and the world !”

You felt the fire in your tone as you stepped up to Zachariah, who let out a chilling laugh.

“Such a Winchester move to not understand order and tradition the Apocalypse must happen, and you can't stop it!

“Castiel was right, something is wrong with Heaven…you-”

Suddenly you were no longer in that room with Dean but standing in front of Sam…well this Sam was wearing a white suit. Dean had watched you vanish when Zachariah had snapped his fingers. Anger and rage lit his body and he punched the corrupt Angel, which sent a ripple of pain through his hand.

“Relax, Dean, I'm just showing that little mud monkey what Sam is destined to become because I'm tired of her determination.”

Zachariah left the room, leaving Dean alone, mad. He punched the walls and knocked over a nearby statue out of defiance. He tried to send a voice message to Sam to tell him not to go after the demon Lilith, that they were ok, that you were ok, but the Angels mainly Zachariah was watching, and he twisted the message too.

“Hurry Sam..don't disappoint me or your lover, save us! Before It's too late! They're gonna kill her! Then it'll be your fault, just like Jesse's death was, you freak”.

As for you, you now stood in front of this Sam in a white suit and when you looked down your eyes were horrified to find him standing with one foot on this Deans chest and the other on the ground. You took a step back as this Sam grinned and gave you a moment to look around your hair flew around your face as you assessed that you were now outside, and everywhere you looked it looked destroyed it looked like it was abandoned and dead.

“Hello Y/N… I was waiting for you!”

The voice was most definitely Sam, but not yours. The voice was deeper, colder, way colder than any voice you'd heard. You turned and watched as this Sam stepped closer instead of stopping he kept walking, soon his hand reached out and rubbed your chain and cheek while wearing a devilish smile, his face leaned closer to you and you could now clearly see there was a glint in his eyes that wasn't Sam's it was a lot darker than you remembered what Ruby had told you.

“He will be the first of the fallans' vessel.”

Just like that, a light switch clicked in your brain. This person wasn't Sam Winchester, it was Lucifer wearing his body like a meat suit. Lucifer Sam smiled and lifted your face to face him. His lips seemed to inch closer every passing second, a cold shiver ran through you as his lips grazed your cheek as he spoke next.

“You know who I am now, don't you… Do you like it?”

You backed up away from him away from his hand, and face. Shivers ran up and down your body at seeing your Sam like this, at seeing him being worn as a meat suit. Worse, a meat suit for the devil.

“You don't think your precious Sam would ever say yes to me….he would under the right circumstances …he would after he's been broken by yours truly after his brother and lover are dead and…well, people change under extreme mental torture.”

Your breath hitched, the words stung like a thousand bees you knew Sam needed you now more than ever he needed Dean and Cas but most of all it was you. This was some twisted future, you wanted to call out to him to try and see if Sam was still there, but instead you found your legs running.

` “Your Sam's Dead Y/N he has been for a long time..there's no saving him!”

It was like he was reading your mind somehow. You knew he was fallowing you, you knew he could kill you he could do whatever he wanted to you and those thoughts were scary they were horrifying, and you couldn't help when your body went cold. You ran through the building that had been behind where you'd been standing. However, you stopped running when you saw another horrific sight Castiels body was on the ground blood everywhere, Angel blade in hand his skin was cold and dead his blue eyes looked human and old wide with fear or just high from whatever drugs he'd been on. Cas had a small beard, he looked so dirty and far from the clueless Angel you knew and loved. A tear ran down your face as you looked at him, and you knew you had to get back to your Sam, the one who was about to kill Lilith you couldn't let him turn into this twisted version of himself so you kept running looking back to see that Lucifer was still on your tale just walking behind you probably knowing that you couldn't escape him maybe he liked playing with you. Your emotions felt like they could explode at any moment, there was so much going on in your head you felt nearly insane and tired you'd never run this much in your life or had to face the fact that if you didn't save your boyfriend the world would go to hell. Dean was still in that room Zachariah had left him in, and you were running from the devil, who was dressed up as your lover. Perhaps this is the story of how you died…died trying to save the world, and perhaps you failed. Perhaps the devils let out and Sam sacrifices himself and sends him and Lucifer to hell then Cas brings Sam back with no soul by accident and has an Angel civil war to deal with maybe the brothers don't help him with it, and he absorbs the souls from a place called purgatory. Cas becomes all powerful and releases creatures from purgatory that try to fatten up the human race and eat them only to be stopped by Dean and Cas whale Sam's in a mental hospital dealing with what the devil did to him and seeing him every moment, questioning what's real or not. You push the thoughts of death to the side as you continue running, however, soon you come to a dead end in the hallway and turn around to see Lucifer Sam looking right at you. However, before he even gets close to you a familiar hand pulls you from behind, and you are guided backwards close to a trench coated body that body's arms wrap around you holding you tight as another figure steps in front of you this person turns back to the first.

“Cas get her to Sam… I'll deal with Zachariah and find dean!”

The one who was holding you was Castiel your Castiel, and it soon became clear the one in front of you was Gabriel the archangel. Cas had told you how his brother had gone into hiding Cas must've asked him to help in your defense Cas had said you'd given him a lot to think about and needed courage to do what he knew was right not what heaven saw fit. You also knew that Cas sometimes spoke to his vessel Jimmy for comfort, so perhaps Jimmy had a hand in bringing the Angel of Thursday out of his shell. However, Lucifer Sam started fighting with Gabriel.

“Get away from my brother, ASSBUTT!”

Castiels voice was filled with fire as he threw fire at Lucifer, Sam, who staggered back, giving the three enough time to escape. You and Cas appear in a hallway and Cas helps you get your Ballance, you see a door you also see Ruby guarding the door and that makes your blood heat up.

“Here's your blade”

Castiel hands you the blade Sam gave you all those mouths ago, and you look at Ruby, who's looking back at you. You run again, this time straight at her, and the two of you start fighting while Cas keeps demons away from helping Ruby. Anger rushes through you at the women who messed with Sam Your Sammy's mind, he didn't deserve this, nor did Dean. Ruby likely broke your arm, but you kept fighting even tho blood was leaking from a cut on your other shoulder however soon you got Ruby pined, and the knife was at her throat, and before you could think of pulling back the knife was in her chest and yellow light shined from her body indicating the demon in her was dead. Not even giving yourself a chance to think about what you'd done you busted through the door with Cas right behind you coat flowing behind him and Angel blade in hand ready for whatever you faced next. Gabriel had found Dean in the same room he'd been left in and fought with Zachariah. Since Gabriel was an Archangel, overpowered him, thus killing him. Sam had the colt aimed and ready to kill Lilith it almost seemed too easy, however soon he heard the doors behind him crashing open in his mind he figured it must be Liliths demons, but then he heard a familiar voice.

“SAM NO!......she's the last seal!

The tense atmosphere in the room went up volumes and That voice was recognizable to him in an instant before he could even turn around to meet you; you'd flung yourself at him, making him drop the colt to catch you in his arms and hold you close to his chest as Cas, Gabriel and Dean entered behind you. He put your face into your hair, taking in your sent as you pressed yourself against his body. He thought the Angels had you and Ruby had told him killing Lilith was his only hope of seeing you or Dean again yet here you were stuck to his body like if you let go something bad would happen and something bad had been about to happen he'd been about to kill Lilith they'd have to find another way to deal with her now but at least Lucifer wouldn't be free and walking the earth. You two stayed like that for a while, tears collecting in the space between your bodies and kisses being shared, the promise that had not been broken you'd both survived and now were back in each other's arms. You were happy you saved him and now you could be together.

“My Sammy… I love you!”

You whispered into his chest and this earned you a passionate kiss from him, he was pushing down the urge from the demon blood to finish what he'd been here to do but having you here with him was helping him push it down and there was love all of it was for you the human who had single-handedly stopped the end of the world by dating Sam Winchester! Castiel watched them with a smile he then looked over at Dean and Gabriel and smiled at them soon he paced the colt in his pocket and disappeared he reappeared in Bobby's house and placed the colt in a cabinet then turned and smiled at the older man. Then his disappeared again and appeared to Crowley, the king of hell.

“Hello feathers…!”

“Hello Crowley!”

“So why are you visiting cut to the point!”

“There might be a war in Heaven soon, we may need your help!”

“Why would I help you, Castiel?”

“Figured you'd be interested to meet the human girl who single-handedly stopped Sam Winchester from breaking the last seal! “

“It pleases me, the devil's still in his cage.. So call on me and maybe ill help you the girl and the Winchesters!”

Castile disappeared again and appeared in a motel where you and Sam were where he found you tangled up in a bed asleep, your bodies where latched around each others, your hand in Sam’s hair and his wrapped around your bare body, under the blanket. The Angel of Thursday smiled , Cas spread his wings creating a Divinely healing atmosphere around you and your boyfriend. He knew Dean was likely at a bar or elsewhere eating pie, but at least the world was safe.

“For everyone who has been born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that has overcome the world—our faith.”

Castiel said with a smile on his face. The words lingering in his mind quietly, he was happy he now had free will and the ability to make Heaven better. The happiness that his friends were safe was also what filled him along with his Divine grace and strength that he'd used to fight wars and battles for Heaven, but this time he fought for Humanity and won with Humanity. And whatever came next, he'd fight with the new Team Free Wil and for humanity!

The End🌹

[jarpadandjensens]

#SamWeek2024 | day 5 | Lucifer Sam | 5.04

[ @seasononesam @suncaptor ]

[littolbrother]

can't stop thinking about endverse lucifer implying that endverse dean, dean who we've seen shoot one of his men in cold blood, who sacrificed cas and his friends - that even that dean couldn't shoot sam. lucifer sam. we don't see the endverse dean/lucifer confrontation, we just know it ends with lucifer's foot snapping his neck but from his confident 'i know you won't kill sam' i don't think its unreasonable to believe that it wasn't just lucifer overpowering him, that despite everything in the end he just couldn't make a kill shot on sammy

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Pink Floyd - Lucifer Sam

[chappedlipdirtycontacts]

Lucifer Sam

[c1trvswurld]

Planning out the next big piece. Got really into religious symbolism again (surprising to no one)

[rastronomicals]

8:23 AM EST February 16, 2025:

Pink Floyd - "Lucifer Sam" From the album The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (August 5, 1967)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

★★★★

Be a hip cat Be a ship's cat

[hexedwinchester]

Who Played It Better?

Jared's Version: ever since I saw Jared in that white suit, stopping to smell a rose in apocalyptic time I swooned over his version of Lucifer. Till date, I still love his Lucifer the best (shame we didn't see enough of that) because of how bone-chillingly cold he is. He doesn't come across as a cheap jump-scare. It's pure vanity. He plays Lucifer again in S15 and can I say I was thoroughly pleased to see it was exactly the same smug, prince of Pride! Look at that smirk in the last gif!

Mark Pellegrino's version: hands down, the second best Lucifer. the only reason I ranked him on second is because post S5, something happened to that Lucifer. He turned from dark to dark comedy, which is fun at times but not always.

Misha's version is a copy of Pellegrino's dark comedy and other two Lucifers are very forgettable..

[mrs-pondwater19]

~The Fallout³~

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

-Lucifer Possessed Sam x Fem Reader

-Synopsis: Your visit is anything but pleasant. Leaving you feeling more angry and confused than before. While your hurt clouds your better, more rational judgement, he sees it as an opportunity to break you down. To bend your will to get you to give in to his more carnal desires.

WC: 1,752

A/N: Hey my loves, while this was originally going to be the ending to this cute little series. I'm going to extend it to four parts because there's still clearly some unfinished business ;) . In this part we got some more angst, some manipulation, and lots of sexual tension. I hope you all enjoy 💕.

WARNINGS: S5 SPOILERS, serious angst, physical comfort, manipulation, falsified reassurance, recollections of past relationships, mentions of past sexual encounters, heavy sexual tension, insistence/coercion.

You grabbed on to his crisp, pure white blazer. Your grip was harsh and tight as you spoke in a seething time. Your eyes were sharp and full of hatred.

“Don't you dare play fucking mind games with me. I've suffered enough at your hands.”

Your hands were shaking as you gripped his blazer even harder. If it were even possible.

“You've taken everything from me. My home. My family. The one person who meant the world to me. And you have the fucking audacity to tell me he's still in there somewhere. That he still thinks of me. I knew you were evil, but this is absolutely egregious.”

You said as you held his gaze, despite the tears that streamed down your red, puffy face.

You wanted him to see how angry you were. How deeply his statement cut you.

How much he truly hurt you.

Your grip on his blazer was so tight your knuckles turned ghostly white, crinkling the perfectly pressed material under your fingers.

Silent sobs and conflicted sniffles filled the ambient sounds of the foggy forest that surrounded you. Your eyes searching his own

Testing him to do something.

Anything.

His hands found yours. Gently squeezing them as he took them off of his blazer and intertwined with what were Sam's calloused palms with yours. His touch was cold, but not uncaring.

“And you think I'm telling you this just for the fun of it? To torture you? To mock you? To make you feel even more hopeless than you already do?”

He said gently, as if he were trying to soothe a fussy child.

That only fueled your anger.

“Yes, yes I do!”

You shouted angrily as you tried to pry your hands out of his. But his hold on you was firm as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. His strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight despite you trying to push him away.

A clear indication that he wasn't letting you go anytime soon.

“I wouldn't dream of doing such things.”

He whispered against your temple as he held you in his arms.

It wasn't as harsh as you thought it would be. Even though it lacked Sam's warmth. It still felt like it was really Sam holding you.

The way he used to hold you.

You wanted to scream at him to let you go. But the words got caught in your throat. You lacked the strength to keep fighting this.

To keep fighting him.

The only thing you were able to choke up was an angry, broken inquiry as you gripped his blazer once more.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

His hands snaked its way up to your head, cradling you like you were a fragile, little doll. His fingers tangled in your hair, gently pressing into your scalp as he spoke.

“Because I know this hasn't been easy for you. Having to keep going without him. Knowing he made the decision to give up his soul for the greater good. I know it wasn't fair, but you knew it was destined to happen. You all did. And I'm truly sorry it's affected you this much. If I could change the fate that was written for you. I would.”

He was being uncharacteristically soft and gentle as he spoke. Trying to soothe you as much as he could, knowing how fragile your mental and emotional state was.

You knew it was a lie. 

He didn't actually believe in what he was saying to you. He was just telling you what you wanted to hear. That if he had any say, he'd bring your Sam back to you. Knowing full well he had the capability to do so in that very moment. But he wasn't going to. 

Because he knew how fragile you were in that moment. He knew he could bend and twist your emotions at his will. That he could say anything he wanted, and you'd hang off every word. 

Because you were weak. 

And he was using that against you. 

But unfortunately it was working.

The way he touched you, his fingers intertwined in your hair as he massaged your scalp with care. How his arms kept you pressed against him. Supporting your body with his own. How his freehand rested on your back, drawing lazy circles into the middle of your spine.

It was everything Sam used to do when you felt down.

His method of reminding that he was there for you.

That he loved you.

This was all a game for him. How he was preying on your emotions, using Sam's memories to make you vulnerable. To see how far he could push you until you gave in to his authority.

Knowing Sam was your weakness.

And all you could do was cling to him, crying pathetically into his chest.

Inevitably his actions eventually calmed you down as your anger faded away and your tears dried. Your breath now steady after he silently comforted you.

After some time passed.

He broke the silence.

Pushing your limits again.

“He thinks of you the most during the night. Seeing the stars reminds him of when the two of you would sneak away to some forgotten field. Watching the stars for hours while he laid his head on your chest. Talking about anything and everything.”

Hearing him say that made your heart ache even more.

Recalling those nights you'd run off with him. Forgetting the world you lived in and just being two people who enjoyed each other's company. Even if it was just for a few hours. That was enough for Sam.

Enough for you.

But it wasn't just the innocent stargazing and gentle conversations that took place on those nights. They also often entailed something a little more intimate, something more indulgent.

He knew that.

He knew every little thing you and Sam did together.

All the kisses you exchanged.

All the marks he left in your skin.

All passionate, blissful nights of ecstasy.

He knew.

His eyes darkened as the hand in your hair moved to your jaw, tipping your head so that you were looking him in the eyes as he spoke.

His tone was dangerously low.

“He remembers the way you felt under his touch. How you'd shiver when his fingers traced your skin. All the sinful sounds you’d make when he fucked you. How you always made sure to make him feel just as good as he made you feel. All those pretty faces you made. The passion that burned between you two. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't envious of it.”

A dark smirk formed at the corners of his mouth when he saw you shiver at his profane words. How your face flushed a bright crimson as you recalled those nights with Sam.

And especially when you heard his envy of what you and Sam shared. Making your mind wander to darker places.

Places that shouldn't even have been a passing thought in your mind.

The slightest thought of consideration of what he was implying.

"Stop."

You uttered in a weak whisper.

Not wanting to hear anymore of it.

He knew he was close to breaking your resolve.

Just a little more nudging and you'd be his.

“It was never just sex to him. Not when it was you. With you, it was always something meaningful. It was always out of love and devotion.”

You knew it was another manipulative tactic of his. Telling you things that only Sam and shared during those nights.

But it was something about the way he spoke, or maybe it was the way he was looking at you with desire.

Maybe it was both.

Something about it all made your body feel hot and your mind fuzzy.

You tried to hold on to the last few shreds of dignity you had left. Not allowing him to break you down completely.

Because you couldn't betray Sam like that.

You loved Sam.

But it was getting harder and harder to see reason beyond the hazel hue.

The strong embrace.

The sweet words of affirmation.

The familiarity.

The lines were becoming too blurry.

He could see that you were still holding on, albeit by a thread. But he knew if he pushed just a little bit more. He would have you right where he wanted you.

And he knew exactly where he wanted you.

He leaned his lips close against your ear.

“This vessel still yearns for physicality, you know. To give into the sins of carnal desire. For the gentle, tender touch he had grown so accustomed to.”

He went in for the kill.

“For you.”

He muttered in a dark whisper, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as the hand in your chin moved down your neck once again. Slipping under the parted collar of Sam's jacket. His fingers caressing the flushed, sensitive skin.

A shiver shuddered throughout your body, your breath hitching in your throat before you let out a shaky breath.

“Please, don't.”

You whispered. Although you weren't sure if you were trying to convince him.

Or yourself.

“Why deny yourself the pleasure you so clearly crave? Especially when the man you love so much is standing right here in front of you?”

His hand traveled further down. Fingers ghosting over your collarbone, tantalizing, but patient.

“Because you're not my Sam.”

“No. But I have his body, I have his memories. I have his soul within me. With all those qualities. I could make you feel just as good. Just as worshiped and adored as he did.”

“I can't.”

You said in a pained whisper. But at that point it wasn't aimed at him.

It was aimed at yourself.

Because you felt your self restraint slipping away at every sweet word.

Every lingering touch.

Wanting to give in to the pleasures you'd denied yourself since that day. And not because it was just the human need for physicality.

Because it was, in a really fucked sense, still Sam.

He pulled his lips away from the shell of your ear. Keeping his hands on your neck and jaw as he pressed his forehead against yours. His nose gently brushed your own, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Yes you can. I know you can. All you have to do is let me in.”

After that, there were no more lines.

Only your shameful, blurry vision as you allowed him to close the space between your lips.

He had you.

~To Be Continued~

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