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SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back (Just In Time For The Christmas)

Christmas Calendar: Masterlist SPN goes NSP: GWB part 1, part 2, part 3 Chapter name: Let's get this terrible party started Pairing + others: Reader x Gabriel, Winchesters, Danny Sexbang Synopsis: You were doing preparations for the Christmas celebration with Sam and Dean in the bunker when the party invitation threw you in the loop. Word count: 1500+ Warnings: Crack, sexual references, language, song lyrics usage, The Frying Pan™ Notes: This is part of the Christmas Calendar and will be updated towards the Christmas. NSP is amazing band called NinjaSexParty, whose songs, covers and music videos I have used. Songs are listed at the end. Whooo boy, this is something else that I would normally write *cough* Hope you all enjoy this ride we are starting! This is also the shit that no one asked for. Reblogs and comments are loved Do not repost

The white lilies and the golden white light; something so beautiful yet so painful. The memories of the two of you and the painful end danced around each other in your head. You missed Gabriel. You missed his tricks and often stupid but brilliant ideas that made you laugh, as much as you sometimes hated to admit it. You just wished that he would be there with you. You would see again how his eyes would fill with childish joy when he was up to something. You wanted to see them full of hope when you ended up talking about things you wanted to do, when you talked about future, no matter how much it sometimes scared both of you. And oh, how those eyes would darken with lust when… Sigh. It had been long road to get this far from your deepest end but you had Winchesters, your brothers, helping you from the beginning. They had given you the time to grief and made sure that your basic needs were met when you didn't leave from your room until needed to. Little later they had kept you busy with hunts, research and other little tasks so you would think something else for a change. You needed to get moving even if you didn't move on.

”We're gonna need more coffee,” Dean's voice snapped you back to the reality. You were cooking breakfast and the boys were doing inventory as the preparations for the holidays. That meant that Sam was doing inventory while Dean sat at the table sipping his coffee. Sam went through the shelves throwing away all the stuff that should have been thrown away ages ago judging by the smell, and you all listed things that you still needed for the holidays. ”We would be at the store much quicker if you wouldn't just sit there and were actually helping me with this,” Sam complained. ”But I'm too hungry,” Dean mockingly whined back. The truth still was that he really was hungry, it had been awhile since you all had a proper meal. ”The food will be ready as soon as I can fry these eggs, just help Sam. For me? Then we can go to the store and we can pick up all the things we need and if you are on Santa's good list, I will get the ingredients for the pies,” you chimed in while picking up the frying pan. ”You used plural...” Dean pointed out the obvious, doubting your words. ”Yes.” You saw how quickly he moved around the counter to help his little brother. That was easy, you thought smile on your face. ”Hey guys, there's a letter in here…?” Sam picked an envelope from one of the old boxes of cereal. The envelope was decorated with various arts-and-crafts' gems and with fancy letters in the middle of it read ”You're Invited, Dickbags!” ”Let me see that.” Dean took the envelope, ripped it open and started reading it without caring how it ended up in the cereal box or from whom it could be. You had bad feeling about this. ”Oh shit! Congrats, your ass just got invited to the party of your life! Once every hundred thousand years the most epic party in this universe is hold as it was foretold in the scrolls. 'What scrolls?' I hear you asking. Who cares! It's NinjaSexParty -party so you know it's the shit. So take that pudding, pour it on your chest and let your pants hit the floor because your life was totally bullshit until right now. I hope you like fun 'cause we're having it! IT'S GO TIME!” As Dean read the end of the letter with no sender, the world shifted around you making the bunker and the letter disappear. Your head couldn't take the shifting, it made you nauseous. You found yourself lying on the cold floor with distant smell of the fumes and oil. This definitely wasn't the start of the party that one would be excepting after that kind of letter. What even is NinjaSexParty? You coughed and took couple of deep breaths. The hit on the floor was hard but nothing in your body was broken. As you rolled over so you could sit, you noticed your frying pan from the bunker close to you. Weird. ”Oh c'mon! What the hell...” you heard Dean's confusion with slight desperation on the side. ”You alright?” Sam asked as he helped you up. ”Yeah, little bit dizzy but nothing that I can't manage,” you answered and looked around bit more. You were in pale, almost empty two car garage. With you there was four people sitting around cheap knock-off table. The people were dressed up like your typical Hollywood style nerds that were too focused on the game to notice you. ”Um… Hey guys. You playing Dungeons and Dragons or…?” Dean asked from the group catiously, prepared for possible fight. You all needed to find out what happened and how to get back home, now. But before any of the guys could even answer to you, the door to the house flung open making three of you jump. ”ALL RIGHT! This party is off to a bit of a slow start but soon it's gonna melt your brain and fishslap your heart. Check out this leaf-collecting album or two that I made back in autumn,” a tall, slim man with darker curly hair in red silky robe announced and throwed 5 different albums of leafs at Sam, who couldn't hold them all. ”And don't get me started on the balloons! Want 'em? I got 'em!” The man pointed at two different sizes balloons hanging sadly on the wall. Next he slapped Dean on the shoulder. ”Just wait when the music starts to drop, the vibe's gonna change. We've got the country-themed metal garage band,” he continued while walking past of Dean in the middle of the room doing a little spin, ”oh, and the hot girls are showing up, I'm so sorry you had to wait but now they're finally inflated. This shit right here would make the hobbit say 'to the hell with the Shire'! SO GET THIS FREAKING PARTY STARTED!” As he ended his speech, the music started to play and more people walked through the door in different costumes that you could get from thrift store. There was '70s disco, brightly colored suits and velor jumpsuits. Leopard minks, moccasins, gold chains, the list went on. Someone was wearing your grandpa's clothes. You were stunned, not only about you ending up in someone's garage but you could recognize those curry and coffee stains on your grandpa's clothes anywhere. What the hell was going on? ”Did he just...” Dean looked at you and Sam and saw the same look on your faces as he had on his. ”The girls are inflated. As...” you pointed questioning even though you could actully see them as they were, standing in the corner. Just waiting there. Patiently. ”It seems so,” Sam answered. One of the other quests asked one of the dolls to dance with them. It seemed that they said yes and now they both were slow dancing across the floor and past you. ”Alright then… We have to do something about all this, soon,” Dean sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose. You all decided that everyone would talk to different groups of people and see what information you could get. You didn't know what to except when you started to mingle with other quests but this wasn't it. You met a guy who played football and told you that he once won the whole super bowl by himself. Weightlifter said that they could bench an entire continental shelf. One told you they were a scientist who cured all diseases last week. There were also the dragon slayer who found the Dragon's cave at ninety million hundred fifty thousand hundred feet in the air and fought his army of awesome karate bears. That one guy was naked for no reason at all. You also met Manticore who shouldn't even been in this party. You didn't want to ask. ”Why hello there beautiful,” the man from earlier, the one with the silky robe who seemed to be the host, slided next to you, ”I'm Danny Sexbang and I'd like to ask you out on the hottest of dates. Let's ditch these losers and go somewhere else more... appropiate?” he suggested and gave you a rose. Why didn't you pick up the frying pan when you had the chance? ”Hold one hot minute there Casanova,” Dean interrupted, ”Y/N here isn't going anywhere with you and we have couple questions that need answers right now.” ”What's wrong guys? I thought this would be your kind of party! I made this just for you. Not enough of girls?” Danny pretended to be schoked. ”Who the hell are you and why are we here?” Dean demanded to know as Sam found his way to you. ”Oooh, I'm Danny Sexbang, the toughest fucking ninja that you've ever seen but that's all in the past. Let's talk about that other thing some other time,” Danny answered with finger guns and took couple steps backwards from you as other quests slowly formed a ominous circle around you. All of this seemed like a bad dream. Yeah, you must be dreaming. You would probably wake up soon enough. ”Okay, so, this party sucks. Let's explode this building!” You heard Danny yelling. ”WAIT WHAT - -” The world around you shifted again.

Fun fact: People in the party were totally dancing the dances you can see in I just wanna dance -video and the Dragon dance in Dragon Slayer -video.

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NinjaSexParty's songs used in this fic:

Let's get this terrible party started! x

I just wanna dance x

Dragon Slayer x

Ninja Brian was so Ninja that you couldn't see him under the table..

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SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back (Just In Time For The Christmas) pt 5

Christmas Calendar: Masterlist SPN goes NSP: GWB part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 Chapter name: Cookies! People: Reader (x Gabriel), Winchesters, Danny Sexbang Synopsis: You were doing preparations for the Christmas celebration with Sam and Dean in the bunker when the party invitation threw you in the loop. You are reunited with Winchesters once again and demons are roaming in the streets. Word count: 1710+ Warnings: Crack, language, song lyrics usage, demons Notes: This is part 5 of GWB and also part of the Christmas Calendar. NSP is amazing band called NinjaSexParty, whose songs, covers and music videos I have used. Songs are listed at the end of the fic. I… well… you know. Cookies. Hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are loved Do Not Reblog

Your own house, two kids and a dog. Good relations with neighbours. Sunday churches. Baking cookies for the bakesales and knitting woolen socks for the Christmas to give as gifts. Those things were never your thing but you still understood the charm. You walked through idyllic neighborhood with beautiful houses and gorgeous gardens. There was water elements on some of the yards and others with iron decorations. All of the gardens and houses had their own personalities that probably mirrored their owners. Everything was so dreamy and idyllic. It felt somehow unrealistic. But what wasn’t felt unreal from the moment you opened the letter in your own world?

Walking along the streets the only oddity you had seen was the road names; Innocent Road, Victim Avenue and 69th ring of Hell. There was also the stop -sign with word Never on it, and to you it looked like it was written with blood. One blue house had a white garage door that was decorated with the spraypainted words ”Manticore was here”. Well, things aren't always as they seem to be, you noted. ”Y/N?!” You heard Dean yelling from the yard of bright yellow house with red roof. Sam was with him, lockpicking the door and eventually succeeding. ”Dean! Sam!” you yelled and run to them. You were happy to see them again after separation and more than glad to see they weren’t injured, dead, or something even worse. ”We need to go quickly inside, no time to waste, you'll soon know why,” they pushed you inside the dreamhouse. Boys locked the door and all three of you started looking outside the window waiting for something to happen. ”I check the kitchen,” Sam said and patted your shoulder to get your attention, ”you, stay with Dean” he ordered and left. It seemed like the brothers knew what was going on in this world, maybe they had been here more time than you. Somewhere distant you could hear people yelling but you couldn't understand any of the words. They were still too far away and the only thing you could hear was Sam going through some cabinets. Until there was sound of plates and glasses dropping on the floor. ”SAM?” Dean yelled and was going to check the kitchen when Sam walked out, knife close to his throat held by a being with horns and ripped skin, blood dripping everywhere. Handful of more similar creatures followed them. They looked like your ordinary horror book demons but definetly not the ones you had used to. Dean's breaths were heavy. He was getting riled up and frustrated with the whole situation. ”What – Who are you?” you managed to ask. The yelling outside got louder and louder, you had to turn your head to the window to see outside. People were running past the house you were in and you saw the hostile beings smirking and enjoying the screams: ”OH GOD SAVE ME!” ”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!” ”I SEE DEMONS!!!!” ”I SEE DEAD PEOPLE!” The yelling and screams ended as rapitly as they had started. The beings with you laughed. “They call us demons,” you got your answer from the smallest one. ”We're the horsemen of the Rockpocalypse flying on the backs of flaming horses. We'll ride town to town and leave nothing but corpses. The streets will flow with the blood of our enemies,” other hissed with cocky attitude. ”We'll kill your family and scream obscenities,” another added and threw Dean on the wall with sinister laugh. You tried to help Dean but you were thrown to the other wall and pinned against it by one of the demons still without the victim. ”Death and destruction are all around! We're motherfuckin' evil and we'll never slow down!” You saw smallest demon celebrating and jumping up and down. He was having fun at your expense and discomfort. ”You really should be cursin’ when our name passes your sweet lips...” the demon that was pinning you againts the wall said and dragged his finger across your lips while biting his own smirking. ”Don't you dare to touch her,” Dean threatened and tried to free himself. ”Why are you doing this?” You felt need to cry when demon's hold got tighter. ”Because this is the realm of hate.” You felt his breathing on the crook of your neck. You wanted to pray for help. ”Chocolate chips for everyone!” the ever-so familiar voice from the kitchen door made all of you to turn your heads towards the sound. Saved by the bell. ”Did I interrupted something? Oh, I apogolize my bad manners, but demons look; I got cookies for you… C'mon and get it,” Danny, who was wearing his own demon inspired costume, apologized and lured the demons to the kitchen with the plate of cookies he was holding, and so freeing Sam and causing you and Dean to drop to the floor with loud thump. You all were physically alright, just little tense and sore. Your curiosity got best of you and your party of three peeked from the door into the kitchen. Danny and the demons were sitting over the kitchen table and on the table was plates full of chocolate chip cookies. They were also wearing party hats and all around them were balloons of different sorts and colors. The kitchen itself was... colorful - to say the least. Panels on the wall were representing the whole rainbow with atleast two different shades of each color. The cabinets were white with single colored panels on the doors. The sight was like a children’s birthday party ad, but children were replaced with demons. So it was basically the same. ”They are the taste of happy,” the littlest demon smiled bright while holding one cookie like it was his precious. The demons munched the cookies and tried to hide some of them under the hats to save them for later. ”Pass the milk please,” one demon asked politely. One rapid shout from outside got everyones attention: ”THE DEMONS ARE CONSUMING ME!” The demon that was pinning you earlier on the wall got serious and his look darkened as he started: ”We are the nightmares you should be afraid of but there's just one thing we love and that's - -” ”COOKIES! Yaaaaay! Hooray! More cookies!” demons shouted and frolicked as Danny filled the plates again to prevent the demons going insane, again. ”All your nighmares have come to life and the horror survives in the darkest of the night,” one of the demons hissed again, ”So take our final breath in our realm and wish for merciful death as we eat this plate of cookies!” the demon  ended his talking as Danny poured even more cookies on the table. There was so many empty cookie boxes around the kitchen and you weren’t sure anymore where Danny got all the cookies he was serving. ”I guess everybody loves cookies,” Danny looked at you half-smiling and shrugged his shoulders. ”I still prefer pie,” Dean muttered under his breath while walking into the kitchen to go through the cabinets like he was looking for hidden pie. ”Dean, seriously, are you looking for a pie?” Sam couldn't believe his brothers actions. ”I think I – WE deserve some pie after this. I'm too full of cookies after all these encounters with these cookie monsters,” Dean blurted out rummaging the goodies. Yes, this is perfect, Dean thought as he put something in his pocket when no one was looking. ”So you have been here long… And you have eaten cookies with the demons. That's why you went to kitchen, to look for the cookies,” you made conclusions and Sam nodded as confirming them. ”Excatly how long you have been here? Have you been here all the time because I was in whole different places...” you rambled with questions but stopped as soon as you saw Sam’s face. The way his lips tightened and he looked down and then at Dean who was still making a mess, told you everything you needed to know. “It wasn’t all bad, just... tiring,” Sam tried to reassure you. ”Oh,” small sound felt from your lips as you looked at your toes. You knew that there was a lot to talk about later, whenever you would get back home. The demons continued munching and cramming their faces with cookies and your party decided to leave the house. Danny had made sure that demons had enough of cookies to you to get far away from them. ”This was definetly not what I was excepting,” you said to Sam as you all walked on the pavement. ”Well, yeah… But now we need to find out why and how to get back home. And I take it you know that Danny has his fingers in this. Because I have a feeling that he might be -” Sam went almost full research/hunter mode but was interrupted with Danny's voice behind you. You both turned around in unison and looked at back at the door of the house you had just walked out. ”Uh, Dean. Dean, what are you doing? What is that? Is that a knife? Oh, it's a knife. I can tell by the way it's stabbing me. Okay, great. Good talk, buddy.” You watched as Dean tried his best to stap Danny with the knife he had took from the kitchen when you didn't pay attention. Too bad that the knife proved to be one of those theatre knives. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Danny was so calm while Dean's face went from frustration to surprise but it didn't stop him for trying and testing - both on Danny and on himself. ”Son of a bitch...” ”Rude. But probably fair after all this. Hey listen -” Danny put his hand on Dean's shoulder - ”if you can actually stick that in me, can I keep it or do you want it back?” Dean was frustrated but tried couple more times just to be sure and finally gave up. The hunter was so tired, and you kinda felt bad for laughing so much at his misery. You didn't have any idea how many Tuesdays they have had while you were having your own adventures. When you watched Dean walking towards you leaving laughing Danny behind, the world shifted.

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Best Friends Forever x

Cookies! x

Ninja Brian was so Ninja that you didn't see him having a bakesale in the yard.

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SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back (Just In Time For The Christmas) pt 4

Christmas Calendar: Masterlist SPN goes NSP: GWB part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 Chapter name: Why I Cry People: Reader (x Gabriel), Danny Sexbang Synopsis: You were doing preparations for the Christmas celebration with Sam and Dean in the bunker when the party invitation threw you in the loop. Now Danny wants to tell you something. Word count: 870+ Warnings: Crack, sexual references, language, song lyrics usage, The Frying Pan™ Notes: This is part 4 of GWB and also part of the Christmas Calendar. NSP is amazing band called NinjaSexParty, whose songs, covers and music videos I have used. Songs are listed at the end of the fic. Yes, this shit is here again, hopefully you'll enjoy it! Reblogs and comments are loved Do not repost

A bar. A empty freaking bar that looked just like all the other bars that you and Winchesters spent time between the hunts and to blow some steam off. Speaking of the two of them, you were once again separated. You were also back to your normal clothes and without the nausea from the shifting, not that it would have mattered at this point. You sighed and walked behind the counter to see if there would be any clues or even a dead body like all the scary films had promised. You didn’t find anything. Just plain ol’ nothing. Not even a door to get out of the place. You took a glass from the shelf behind you and mixed your favorite drink for yourself. Might as well make this fun for myself, you thought. You collected all the bottles and other needed ingredients on the workstation.

While you were looking for measurement cup, you found something familiar: the frying pan from the bunker. Perfect, you thought, this might come handy if the asshole ”Sexbang” would arrive or someone else wants some trouble. You lifted the frying pan on the counter and mixed your drink. You took a sip and walked around the bar looking for basically anything that would help you. Still nothing useful. You put your drink down on the counter next to the frying pan and waited something to happen. You wanted to sit down but it would be so much easier to be ready and kick some ass if you were standing. You were getting bored. You were drinking your third drink. The place didn’t have even a jukebox. What kind a bar doesn’t have a jukebox? Now you couldn’t even showcase your amazing karaoke skills for the zero audience. After a while you heard familiar voice talking to you. ”What's up baby? What's a good girl like you doing in a 'hood like this?” Danny walked next to you and leaned on the counter. He was wearing a silky robe again but this time it was sky blue. Your eye rolling level was so high that you almost reached Barba-levels. ”I have been told that you only date nice guys. Well, if that's how you judge a lover's worth, you are in luck tonight 'cause I'm the most sensitive man on God's creation,” he said in the boastful manner and gave you a rose bouguet behind his back and... a fresh creme brulee from his pocket? It still looked edible and somehow restaurant made. Sure, this makes sense. You put your gifts on the counter and were ready to demand answers until you noticed that you couldn't move your lips. You grabbed the frying pan and it disappeared at your touch. Fuck me, you sighed. ”Let's do that later. Girl, sit down,” Danny winked and guided you to one of the booths. You reluctantly obeyed because you kinda didn’t have any other choice at this point. You might as well listen what “Danny Sexbang” has to say to you. ”You probably know already how I feel about you. It's like you're a fossil sample, and I'm an impatient paleontologist 'cause I want to date you so badly. I would love if you watched a film with me, I love boring romantic comedies where nothing happens. When the dawn comes, I can communicate with newborn fawns and they'll perform an ancient forest dance that surely will melt off your pants. We would be in my chambers by the firelight, and the night is going to be the best night of your life; we would make love inside a rainbow through the night,” Danny poetically proposed. You had to admit to yourself that he knew how to use imagination and words. Danny took a minute to collect his thoughts and you to swallow everything you had just heard. You kept looking at him, analysing him and his movements. Suddenly he looked little self-conscious. Danny lowered his eyes from yours and looked at the table looking first at your hands and then his, taking deeper breath. It was the first time you saw him like that, admittedly the words he had used weren't the best choice to try to get you and maybe he had realised that. But there was something behind those brown eyes. Something that shimmered golden. Until it snapped with misbehaving smile. ”So let me lay the foundation of the state of our relations if you choose me; there's gonna be temptation then sensations of vibration followed by the cremation of your sexual frustation ending in the culmination of elation consummation so massive that you can't get it out of your head,” Danny promised. You felt rush of heat on your cheeks and felt little off. Was Danny's words actually working on you? Maybe you were becoming sick. You surely hoped so. ”But, I will also let you go on to the next thing if you really wish so,” Danny backed off. ”Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll just be over here thinking about a duckling riding on the back of a puppy. Also the duckling is wearing a tiny cowboy hat - slightly tilted,” Danny said looking touched. With those words the world shifted.

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Why I Cry x

Party of Three x

Attitude City x

Ninja Brian was so Ninja that you didn't see him in one of the booths with the dead body.

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SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back (Just In Time For The Christmas) pt 2

Christmas Calendar: Masterlist SPN goes NSP: GWB part 1, part 2, part 3 Chapter name: Dinosaur Laser Fight People: Reader (x Gabriel), Winchesters, Danny Sexbang Synopsis: You were doing preparations for the Christmas celebration with Sam and Dean in the bunker when the party invitation threw you in the loop. Will you learn something new? Word count: 1100+ Warnings: Crack, language, song lyrics usage, The Frying Pan™ Notes: This is second part of the GWB and also part of the Christmas Calendar. NSP is amazing band called NinjaSexParty, whose songs, covers and music videos I have used. Songs are listed at the end of the fic. I would like to thank @serendiptious-esparza for helping me do some references by answering my questions; thank you darling <3 Here we go again, hope you all enjoy! This is still the shit that no one asked for. Reblogs and comments are loved Do not repost

It had been years since you were in school. Your hunting days happened shortly after graduation so you basically had more typical childhood and teen years compared to Winchesters. Sometimes you wondered how life would have been if you hadn't choose the hunter life. Would it have been even possible to just not do it? Would you have managed to avoid it all? You would probably have job from your field and somesort of apartment somewhere, maybe a significant other to go on your days and roam different stores and cities with. Someone who would hold your hand and whose hugs would tell you that everything would be okay. Someone who you would kiss in the rain. The things that you had with Gabriel. It would have meant that you wouldn't have met him. It would have meant that you wouldn't have met the Winchesters. You wouldn't have met Castiel. Sure you wouldn't have got yourself hurt multiple times and suffered from the pain unimaginable to most people, but thinking about your loved ones and not meeting them, the thought of that... You didn't regret any of that.

The hunter life wasn't easy, it never is. As much as you had have horror and pain in your life that you couldn't talk about to the most of the population, you didn't want to change a thing. You loved your memories. They made you the person who you were today. And you loved your brothers. They might have not been your real brothers, but family didn’t end with blood. And there you were now, back at the school, waking up at the familiar school desk near the windows in the backrow. Whiteboard, maps on the wall, cheap shelf for the books about different things. The technology was advanced since you had been in school but this classroom still used ever so familiar older school technology, the ones you could always seen in tumblr posts. The teacher’s desk was a mess; unfinished papers, tests to have, pens everywhere else than in the holder. Under one tipped over paper pile you could see handle of the… frying pan? What the... Your eyes soon found Sam and Dean next to you at the same row. ”Where are we?” you asked. ”Uh, school?” Sam answered shrugging his shoulders. ”Oh, are we now.” Sam received annoyed blank stare and sigh from you as you channeled your inner assistant district attorney from Manhattan. ”I just really - Wh- Why I can't move?” The boys didn't know and couldn't move either. As you tried to free yourself from the invisible force, other people, students by the looks of them, started to come in and found their own desks. You quickly decided to see where everything would go while Sam was more interested in what he would learn. The teacher walked in. You, Dean and Sam looked at each other not sure of what you were actually seeing. ”Hello class. I'm sorry but your normal professor couldn't be here today. So I'm your substitude teacher, Danny Sexbang, and this ninja science lesson's gonna rock your world. Are you ready to learn?! Alright, don't care, let's hit it!” Danny welcomed everyone. The substitude teacher was the same man as the host in the garage party. This time he had proper clothes on, a suit that would actually fit for the teaching job. 10 points to Gryffindor, you mentally noted. Only two things had remained the same with your jumping in different places: Danny Sexbang and the frying pan. By the process of elimination you made determinations on who just might be behind of the party invitation and knew more than wanted to tell. It has to be the frying pan. Everytime you tried to ask about something about the party invitation or the world shifting from your “teacher”, most peculiar things happened that either stopped you from asking things or you couldn't understand the response so you basically gave up with that. Maybe when class would be over, you could actually move and ask questions from other people. You didn't pay any attention to the teaching, Dean slept and Sam was naturally making notes on the papers that he had borrowed from another student. Sam said that he might as well make use of the situation when you couldn't leave. Danny walked over to your desk. ”Am I in trouble Mr. Sexbang?” you looked at him while playing your innocent card that was very familiar from your actual school days. Maybe you should have become an actor. Maybe you would have ended up getting a role as Marla McGowan on Broadway or the role of the doctor in The Normal Heart. ”Uh-huh,” Danny's voice got your attention again, ”But as much as I like to gaze into your beautiful starry eyes, I need you to close them and travel back in time with me for the next history lesson,” Danny answered to your question and whispered to your ear, ”It's gonna blow your mind.” Something in that made you shiver but still trust him. You closed your eyes. ”It was very ordinary day, day like this one at Dinosaur High, when stegosaurus raised his hand and called for high-fives. Tyrannosaurus saw this and got pissed because his tiny wrists caused his high-five to miss and he was like ”Fuck this!” Oh yeah, oh Hells yeah, it was classic old school futuristic prehistoric throwdown known as Dinosaur Laser Fight! But it was quiet because in space there's no sound. Did I mention that this took place in space? It did. Also, there were robots and sharks. It was a goddamn, balls out Dinosaur Laser Fight in space, with sharks - -” ”Doctor Sexbang, did this really happen?” one of the other students asked interrupting the monologue. The question made you open your eyes. You really wanted to see Danny's reaction. ”Uh, yeah. It's fucking science. Just ask Albert Einstein, he invented space. So shut your face,” Danny answered hurt from the question that interrupted his historically accurate storytelling, and then continued, ”- - and then bunch of fuckin' aliens from Mars showed up all ripping solos on V-neck quitars. The dinos, the sharks and the robots saw that the aliens came in peace so THEY KILLED THEM WITH LASERS. HOLY SHIT, CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT!?” The yelling managed to wake Dean up. ”And then they had a giant laser party. A Dinosaur Laser Party. The end. The assigment is to write 10 page analysis of one of the aspect of the aftermath of this fight. Mostly about the party. Make sure to add pictures so I don't fall asleep while reading those.” ”What did I miss?” Dean asked still half-asleep from you two. ”Just a punch of non-sense really,” Sam sighed disappointed. ”Mister Winchester, are you saying that my teachings don't meet your standards? This might not be Stanford but it doesn't mean you could be disrespectful,” Danny spoke to Sam making all of you tense up. Seeing your faces made Danny chuckle. Oh, he would have fun with this if the circumstances were different. ”Well then, I take that you won't do that again. Class dismissed.” For the third time, the world shifted making the classroom and everyone around you to disappear.

Christmas Calendar tag: @sumara62, @authoressskr, @be-fantastic, @pizzamanteachings Gabe tag: @nobodys-baby-now, @dlb1999 Hit me with ask or message if you would like to join!

NinjaSexParty's songs used in this fic, not in order

Dinosaur Laser Fight x

The Decision x

Ninja Brian was so Ninja that you couldn't see him in the locker that was in the hallway. The place where you never went.

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SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back (Just In Time For The Christmas) pt 3

Christmas Calendar: Masterlist SPN goes NSP: GWB part 1, part 2, part 3 Chapter name: Peppermint Creams in the Slamalot People: Reader (x Gabriel), Winchesters, Danny Sexbang Synopsis: You were doing preparations for the Christmas celebration with Sam and Dean in the bunker when the party invitation threw you in the loop. Now you found another letter. Word count: 990+ Warnings: Crack, sexual references, nicknames for body parts, stupidity, language, song lyrics usage Notes: This is part 3 of GWB and also part of the Christmas Calendar. NSP is amazing band called NinjaSexParty, whose songs, covers and music videos I have used. Songs are listed at the end of the fic. Whatever this part is, I want to cry for its stupidity. I don’t know what’s happening. I hope that you can still enjoy it. Reblogs and comments are loved Do not repost

You felt like you had been falling for 30 minutes. You stumbled yourself up from the floor and noticed your changed attire. You had handmade noble dress that fit you perfectly, with matching shoes and jewellery. This time you were in an old stone castle that looked like the ones from various fairytales. Massive stone walls, open windows with white curtains, massive potraits with different people, light coming from torches and massive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling whispering how you could swing from one chandelier to another. You couldn't see Sam or Dean anywhere so you decided to look for them. You wandered around the castle's hallways, opening different wooden doors. Nothing else was locked but the west wing. As you walked around, you admitted that everything in there had been thought by the smallest detail to reference different castles you had read about. Being in this kind of place was a change from your normal hunter life but you thought you would get bored eventually. Maybe if you had Winchesters or atleast your own angelic prince with you, you might get used to this. You came across smallish room that looked like a study with bookshelf and maps. You decided to give it closer look.

On one of the maps was red big circle over the place called Slamalot with the text ”you are here”. That was all that were in that map, nothing else. You moved on to the next one, with cities marked as Attitude City, Wanktown, Spooky Ass Graveyard and New Jersey. Next to the Lion Pit was reminder ”don't wear burgers in here”. You looked through backs of the books in the bookshelf and read them; Stupid Metaphors for Dummies You Idiot, Classic Boners of the Middle Ages, Sensitivity Diary, Hamlet. You picked up the familiar classic book and opened it. First edition, the original piece. From the front page you managed to read Shakespeare's words: ”Thanks for the punch up. Love, Will.” Well, whoever owns this castle has interesting collection for sure. Time to go through the papers, you thought and found a letter with your name on it. You hesitated a bit because of what happened last time but you didn't have anything to lose at this point. You opened the letter. ”Dear Princess Y/N, I have ridden thousands of miles, I have survived the deadliest trials and I've fought through thousands of battles. The stuffed hamsters have taste for blood, their bloodlust is horrible, be very careful with those ones. And please, don't wear burgers in the Lion Pit, it's very bad idea,” you read and weren't quite sure where it was going but decided to continue anyway. ”I was lost in the dark of the eternal night, failing my quest meant the end of my life. When the things were the worst I wanted to scream. Then I thought of your peppermint creams. Now I kneel and pray to the gods amidst fallen cities and crumbling facades that I shall return and make you my queen and bask in your peppermint creams. OH! I’m talkin' about your boobies. The peppermint creams are your boobies, your boobalicious boobies. Also your butt. The term peppermint creams referes also to your sweet butt, that ass is from heaven and I just can't decide which do I like more. AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! Da- GOD above, don't make me choose! I'd rather die than choose and I have died atleast once already!” the letter started screaming and had a mental breakdown. You just watched the sight in front of you open-mouthed until the letter calmed itself down. ”You look more beautiful than poetry can describe. And with these last words I must now bid you adieu because your brothers are coming through that door any second now. You are my princess and I will always love you. From your trusted knight, Sir Daniel Sexbang” The sound of Winchesters rumble to the room made you turn around and you quickly hided the letter under some books that were on the table. ”Are you alright?” Sam asked worrying while Dean checked the room for safety. ”I think so,” you answered while still thinking about the letter. It was weird and so was all what had happened so far. But those weren’t the only things that got you wondering. There were familiar words that repeated themselves in your mind. Peppermint creams. You had heard only one person using those words before when talking about your body. But Gabriel was dead, you all saw his body lying motionless on the floor. You had cried for him, you had grief for him. If he was somehow back, why do all this? Why he just couldn't come back to you in normal way, like waiting you in the bunker when you all got back from hunt or joining you like he had always done before? And why in the Hell was Danny Sexbang a thing? Why that name? You didn't want to believe that this Danny Sexbang, who probably was the one behind all of this, who probably was the one to put you three on the loop in different worlds with some idiotic party invatation and tried to hit on you, was your once dead boyfriend. Well shit, sounds about right. No matter how much you wanted to be in denial, this had Gabriel's candy sticky handprint all over. If this was really Gabriel, he better have good reason to do all this. You decided to keep your mouth shut about your suspicions. Even if the Winchesters and Gabriel managed to get along, you still were worried about their reaction if you would tell them about your thoughts. Anything harmful hasn't happened yet and maybe you could get back at him at some point. But if Danny wasn't the one you thought he was, you surely hoped he would be ready for what's to come. You swore by it. Like a clockwork, the familiar world shifting happened once again.

Christmas Calendar tag: @sumara62, @authoressskr, @serendiptious-esparza, @be-fantastic, @pizzamanteachings Gabe tag: @nobodys-baby-now, @dlb1999 Hit me with ask or message if you would like to join! NinjaSexParty's songs used in this fic, not in order

Peppermint Creams x

Party of Three x

Ninja Brian was so Ninja that you couldn't see him reading book about quantum field theory.

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For your Share The Love: Writer Who Never writes, I choose 5.5 sentences. (I personally always find it easier to retirn to a fic when I leave it on a cliffhanger, but if the cliffhanger inspires you to write more, keep going!!!). ❤

Thank you for sending this! n__n

Closest thing, or fic, that I could think that has somesort of cliffhanger is the SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back -series so I wrote the sentences there. XD With this I kinda realised don’t usually write fics with big cliffhangers o.o

The sentences, with the other reguests from way back then, went to the next part that has been named as “The Ultimate Sandwich vs. The Unicorn Wizard” with special cameos from Balthazar and Rafael Barba (SVU), and marshmallows. And my trusted The Frying Pan™.

This chapter has been pain and it’s not even close to be ready, if even 1/4, but I had actually fun time reading what I had already written for it. And the notes and random sentences that I had for the rest of the chapter. I don’t know what’s happening there or what will be the main point of the chapter or how I’m going to get the people to the next place but I’m actually surprisingly okay with that. XD It’s crack, it has some problems, it doesn’t always make sense, it doesn’t need to make sense. I started writing this for myself and to share because I needed some SPN/NSP content in my life and I have had wonderful stupid time with it. XD

The sentences did go to different places but here’s something something from the chapter:

”AAAANNND ON THIS SIDE! Over five feet tall andthree feet wide! No one’s ever eaten the whole thing but many havetried! It’s a shit-ton of chicken, dickload of ham, and explosion ofclams, topped with jams, panther, bear meat and duck! Extra toppingscome all the way from France, like Liberty Leading the People becausehe might actually have stoled and replaced it and I shouldn’t tellyou this. He comes with 5 buckets of wine and sass on the side! Youknow this is the thing you want to fuck – I mean eat! - what? - HEIS THE ULTIMATE SANDWICH!”

I’m fine and there’s one angel hating me because of this wonderful costume. XD

ps. I counted and went beyond the 5 sentences. \(^^)/ And I’m reading, editing and writing stuff slowly still, I want to know what happens. XD Thank you <3

[unleashthemidnight]

Fics by unleashthemidnight

All the fics: Click here

SUPERNATURAL

Gabriel

The Power of the Heart

 Moodboard

Room 105

 Moodboard

SPN goes NSP: Guess Who’s Back (Just In Time For The Christmas)

Part 1: Let’s get this terrible party started!

Part 2: Dinosaur Laser Fight

Part 3: Peppermint Creams in the Slamalot

Part 4: Why I Cry

Part 5: Cookies!

Part 6 (wip)

Lucifer

Congratulations

Balthazar

Guardian angel!Balthazar talks and short stories

Titanic the Musical and fallen debris (with matchmaker!Gabriel)

OTHERS

Christmas Calendar 2017: Masterlist Art Masterlist

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Author Interview Questions

Tagged by @thewhiterabbit42, thank you honey <3

1. What inspires your work most? (The show it is based on, the actor who portrays a certain character, maybe the character itself? It could even be an experience.) Mix of the character, daydreaming and music/lyrics. And quotes. 2. What is your favorite fandom to write for? With fandoms I have only written for Supernatural and one random work that turned to Doctor Who fic for school. And kinda NSP fandom because the SPN goes NSP -world but at the moment I wouldn’t write NSP outside of that world. So my answer is Supernatural. 3. Which perspective do you prefer writing in? (First-person, second-person, third-person) Second and third. I have never liked writing in the first-person or read them. Don’t know why. Maybe too personal? 4. Do you prefer writing reader fics or OCs? Readers are for me like OCs but without too much information. And it really depends do I write fanfics or do I create my own world from the start. 5. Do you prefer writing longer works or one shots? I think I haven’t written enough to know my opinion on this. 6. Do you take requests? At the moment I’m taking requests for GWB (send them please) meaning that if people send me a word, object, extra character or fandom, stuff like that, I’ll try to put that in the future parts of the fic or make a reference/easter egg. GWB is a crack fic with weird world so whatever I throw there, it’ll just (hopefully) fit there. Balthazar, marshmallows and Rafael Barba will be in it because of this and I think they fit there really well! But with this I hope people will stay civil, there’s things that I won’t write. n__n But otherwise people can send me ideas (with knowing to not expect anything) and I will think if I can do it but I’m not actively searching for ideas. If I get request, then I get the request and then I think more. And the level of ideas are for me something that doesn’t contain too much of plot so I can just ran with it how I want and have fun. Big part of that is that I’m writer who never writes, I’m really slow and I’m only getting back to writing and I’m using language that isn’t my native so I have to check words and I still mess them up and I have never used english with writing fictional stuff more than for school and I don’t remember that we would have ever written this level of anything. Plus all the insecurities and that stuff. (I got my first actual request (human!lucifer) after I had posted my second fic here (Congratulations) and I still can’t believe that someone believes that I could write something like that and actually wants/hopes that I write more. That fic will happen hopefully after GWB, it has stuff in it already :3 *proud*) 7. Do you enjoy getting random Asks? Absolutely yes! I love them. Just random stuff or questions or whatever the other wants to talk with me or about fics or art or something! 8. What inspires the names for OCs (or extra character names) in your works? Do you pick them from real life or just select them at random? A mix? Probably the characterization and potrayal, the situation and dialogue will give me the name, and if not, then I just pick/search names somewhere. With RP I wanted names to have meaning so I did more research with that. But I haven’t wrote OC’s for so long (like I have said thousands of times, only getting back to writing XD) so I don’t know how it would actually go and with the fics that I have posted, the extra characters have been in so minor role that I haven’t thought the names at all. 9. If your story(ies) have OCs, are their appearances based on real people or celebrities? If so, who? Never purely. 10. How long have you been writing fanfiction? Depending what we count as the first work... The DW one happened maybe 2015 but it was in the time that I didn’t write anything and it was for school and the fics that I have posted here happened after I joined to tumblr so Fall 2017. I also don’t remember all my childhood stories so there might be something that would be counted as fanfic but because I have no recollection and I don’t know do I have those anymore, it’s hard to say. Tagging: @serendiptious-esparza  @sumara62 @authoressskr @nobodys-baby-now @pizzamanteachings @be-fantastic @dlb1999