#and said she doesn't care if the dean signs them or not bc it's not her issue??

[witchwhaat]

made pasta and it's delicious, life is good

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Random headcanon time! (Sexy edition bc Cas is curious)

When did Dean lose his virginity? To whom? Was it something special? Did he become a womanizer right after, or did that take some time to develop?

alright. little warning for mentions of: se.x, age gap, unfair power balances and other more adult content which is already warned about on my blog as it has mature subjects all up over the place. thanks!

dean lost his virginity leaving the boy's home. he was sixteen and a barfly at a local place during a stop for a hunt a few months into him being back with john and sam was the one who introduced him what would lead him down that road of discovery. dean was there at the dive, winning money on cards while sammy was being spoiled with a good dinner from an off-duty bartender that took an instant liking to the boys and turned a blind eye to dean being where he wasn't supposed to be.

it was a small town. no one really cared. which is why the killings at the truck stop about twenty miles down the road were going unnoticed in their patterns throughout the years. john thought it was possible demon activity. turns out? vengeful spirit with a really, really gnarly tactic or two along the way. took his dad three days to get to it. nasty bugger. i digress..

sam had a babysitter that was sweet as could be. for free. and dean was two beers in cause the guys he was beating thought they could get him drunk pretty easy. get their money back. turns out? another beer later, dean was still sober and took most of their paychecks they were willing to 'donate to the cause' as dean put it.

he was on his way out the door. stopped at the bar to get some molasses cookies to take to sam since the place boasted it had the best ones in the county (so said the sign) when she saddled up beside him. asked him what he was doing there. how he managed to win all that money. and followed him outside.

she invited him to her car for a hit or two off a joint she had. dean, wanting to look like the bad ass he was projecting himself to be, went with her. choked down a couple of hits because he'd only done that stuff a few times before. he was buzzed when she kissed him. scrambled up his brain with how good she was at it. nothing like he girls he'd kissed before. she tasted like cheap whiskey. pot. and a breath mint.

half an hour later? dean was staggering back into the room with an ear to ear grin that the bartender thought was a mix of the alcohol and pot she smelled on him. sammy had no idea. just that dean was stinky and they needed to wash his clothes. kelly, the bartender, helped them with that in a washer inside the bar that was used for towels and whatever else. she 86'd the local from the bar the next night. unknown to dean. because his dad was bad a day later and they were gone.

dean never got the woman's name. if he did? he doesn't remember it. maybe it was bonnie or something close to that. it was nothing special. no romance. no repeat. he doesn't even know how old she was. but she had to be at least ten years or more older than him. he can remember her face. she was pretty in a way that small town women who belly up to the bar when their husbands are out of town look. he's got no clue if she was married or not. but he remembers her looking the type.

far as womanizing, CAS? that evolved/worsened over time. once dean realized that a normal life wasn't ever gonna be in the cards for him. or. rather. had it reinforced it'd never be? he kinda gave up on that whole finding someone thing and when the world got too much? s.ex was an easy escape. from town to town. distanced partner to distanced partner. with a brief time or two where he thought he might have the chance to have something knowing deep down he wouldn't? growing up the way he did. around the people he did. the projections he had? about himself. and life, how love worked for people like him and women/relationships in general? the mindset of just another piece of tail was way more simple, more fun, and a hell of a lot less heartache for the ones he did care about but knew he wouldn't ever be able to keep. he won't admit to half of that. chalks it up with a grin and a shrug. sometimes he wishes his first time mighta meant more than what it did. but! it is what it is. as he'd say.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written :)

oh hello! beloved enterprisery this is my fave game to do of all time, so thank u for this :D three things before we get into it: (1) out of respect for u, the first two will be iwtv fics, (2) most of these are my least popular works LMAO and (3) this got pretty long. sorry abt that.

hell and you: modern day devils minion w old man daniel and armand. sometimes i forget how much i like this fic and then i'll remember "i wrote a fic abt armand being daniel's sugar daddy, LOL." it's very funny to me personally. i especially love this bit i threw in:

He fills the apartment with the smell of his cologne and something underneath that it can’t quite mask. A smell like water left to stand too long or flowers left too long in a vase.

i like the idea of vampires smelling like death. i can forgive this tho bc i think in the later installments of the vc anne rice said vampires smell like mayo? which is ... well. at least much more attention-grabbing than what i did.

damn these vampires: an armandaniel fic that takes place immediately after the season finale. this fic was majorly inspired by a thought that woke me up from deep sleep. armand and daniel have history. armand (i'm guessing) blocked daniel's memories. but didn't wipe them. daniel can't access them, but they're still there. so how funny would it be if daniel was jealous of louis being w armand but has no fucking idea why.

He smokes one on his walk back to the penthouse, thinking of how he had stood there in the aftermath, staring at Rashid—Armand—hovering over them like fucking Mary Poppins, his hand interlocked with Louis’s, and—instead of doing what a Pulitzer-winning, seasoned journalist of his caliber should’ve been doing in the face of being this royally fucked over—absurdly, inexplicably, Daniel noted the position of Armand’s thumb: on top.

i make myself laugh.

keep on keeping on, dean winchester: deancas s13 au where jack is a baby. i can't actually think of a part of it that stands out without any context (which, in my opinion, is a good sign), but i can say that i enjoy this part quite a bit:

Friday morning, as they’re making their way through the sticks toward the interstate, Sam says, “Hey, guess what I bought,” and holds up a dusty Sing-A-Long CD. “Fuck no,” Dean says. “We are not listening to Metallica all the way to Sioux Falls with a baby in the back.” “He likes it! Right, Jack?” he calls over his shoulder. Jack makes an incandescent gurgling sound. “See? Kid knows any music made after 1979 sucks ass.” “Singing in early childhood is important, Dean. It helps kids with language development, memory, and emotional regulation, and it entrains their social visual behavior.” “Thanks, Spock. You’re the pride of the Federation.” “Dean.” “Dude, I’m just saying, we can entrain his social visual behavior with the classics. We don’t need that baby crap. It’s the 21st century. All we need is Zep, Cash, some AC/DC—”

i worked really hard to capture dean's voice--like, harder than i've ever worked to scrub my own voice from a piece of writing. the amount of references and sayings in this bitch? sheesh.

i'm also very happy with how the relationship btwn jack and dean developed. one person who commented made a very intelligent observation that even i hadn't realized: i made dean see himself in jack. and it makes sense, doesn't it? jack's mom died bc of the supernatural; he wasn't allowed to process this loss at all; and he was left in the care of a father who'd lost a spouse. a father whose grief made him mean and treated his son like an object (hence the "it" pronouns used in the beginning).

anyway! very happy w how it turned out :)

long live the kingslayer: an elriel mission fic. i've spoken abt it like. a million times by now. and i still love it <3 there's just so much real estate to work w when it comes to elain. she's so underdeveloped that anything u say abt her is almost always pure conjecture. it was so much fun to take a character i loved so dearly and write a story where she was never punished for being who she is.

i'm still very fond of this part in particular:

“Wait,” he said before she could leave. His voice was nearly as hesitant as his expression, flickering between uncertainty and a strange, boyish shyness that was captivating on him. He reached into his leathers—where, she couldn’t know—and pulled out a small container. “Here,” he said, placing it in her hands. She opened it. Inside was a smelly, yellow ointment. “A salve,” he explained, “for your hands.” An unnameable feeling seized her. She hadn’t thought he noticed, never dared mention it out of fear of what he’d think, and this whole time he’d been carrying this salve with him. A salve for her hands. It was a terrible idea. She knew it as soon as it came to her, but she grabbed Azriel by the ears anyway, drew him down to her height, and kissed his cheek. She felt his skin go warm, and she imagined how surprised he must look, how shy. When she pulled back, she saw that his face was indeed dark with color, avoiding her gaze. Simultaneously pleased at her reaction and embarrassed by it. He was magical, she thought, and she loved him dearly. Loved him so much that it broke her heart. “Thank you,” she said. “This will be invaluable.” Finally, a smile from him. Unable to resist it, she brushed the back of her hand over his cheek, fond, and said, “I’ll leave you to rest.”

a lot of acotar fans hate it when ppl write azriel to be soft and shy and not particularly dark at all. me, personally? i think that’s boring. azriel was born into an abusive and violent home and suffered unimaginable torture at a very young age. he developed powers meant to protect him from the horror of his daily life, and those powers made him a great spymaster/torturerer. but it's so obvious that azriel hates his position within the court. he's starved of intimacy and tenderness. he has an extremely reserved and kind nature. it's a much more meaningful to have a character like that find someone who recognizes his gentleness and desire for gentleness in him and offers it to him. those characteristics don't make him any less of a man.

god never wrote a good play in his life: a god/chuck character study written in second person. i genuinely don't know how the toxic sibling relationship btwn amara and chuck doesn't make more people absolutely fucking insane. this story is chuck-centered, obviously, but i don't think anyone realizes WHY i did that. i don't like chuck! i didn't like writing from his perspective! i did it bc all of supernatural is chuck-centered. even when it isn't quote-unquote "his" story, it's still his. the point of the whole thing is for the reader to do what chuck/the show doesn't: break out of what's being told to u! look at the other characters! namely, look at amara.

chuck tries to scrub her from the story completely. the fic is 3k long, yet chuck doesn't mention amara at ALL unless she's onscreen. and even when she is onscreen, we can't trust a fucking thing he says! as exemplified here:

Maybe that wasn’t how it happened. Maybe you and your Sister were perfectly capable of creation. It would be absurd if you weren’t. Surely it wasn’t possible that you couldn’t create anything together. If you were in harmony, that should have implied you, together, would excel at it. She was an eccentric mind, designing balls of gas and entire solar systems that resembled you, right where all your rings met. (The most terrifying thing She came up with was the collapse of a star, where it became a gaping black mouth that swallowed everything in sight. You and I, She explained, perfectly in balance.) You were far less excitable, putting all your focus into the one planet you’d claimed as your own, but as you watched Her in those moments, you privately invented jealousy. Maybe you were lying about the lying. Perhaps They did give you counsel in a lapse of generosity, and your essence catapulted as you realized you would have to choose. Or possibly that day went like every other. Maybe She never met Them, and you only met Them much later, once you had shoehorned Them into part of your story. So instead of revelations and sacrifices, your Sister told you about centripetal force as you floated, listening, your rings spinning in slow, lazy circles, and you told Her about how little you cared for all this science and math She liked so much. Where is the pathos? you asked, and She sighed much as an exasperated older Sister should, and you realized that you loved Her very much. Or maybe you didn’t.

WHY? why is that? it's because the longer she's in the story, the worse chuck looks.

amara loved chuck from beginning to fucking end. she was born loving him. she chose him, always, over and over again. and chuck knew this! he used it! he would dangle the possibility of him finally loving her back to get her to do what he wanted. and what does chuck do abt this? abt his story, the first to ever exist? he recreates it. michael & lucifer; cain & abel; dean and sam (all men, curiously). to ... what? prove that he isn't the only brother to have not loved his sibling back? that in his position, u would've done the same?

i could talk abt that fic all day. best thing i've ever written.

[reidsaurora]

"The First Snow" ~ S. Winchester

Summary: Y/N has never seen real snow in her entire life, so her boyfriend, Sam, is determined to make her first snowfall as memorable as he can.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,342

Content Warning: very mild swearing, very mild sexual references

Genre: Fluff, like a lot of it; also v Wintery

Extra Notes: this imagine is a lil all over the place bc it was mostly written at 4 am so i apologize

Based On the Prompts: "Wait, you've never seen real snow?" "Yeah, it's not that bizarre of a concept." ☆☆☆ "You have snow in your hair."

Takes Place: doesn't explicitly say but i imagine S1 despite the timeline being off

Originally Written: 12/14/2021

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"First snowfall of the season tomorrow," Sam said from where he sat. He was watching the nightly news and taking a break from his research.

"Ooh, I'm excited," I replied from the table, "I've never seen snow before."

"You've never seen real snow?" he asked, walking over to me and sitting down beside me.

"Yeah. I mean, considering I grew up in Florida and went to college in California, I don't why that's such a bizarre concept to you."

"It's not. It's just that I didn't realize you'd be such an easy target in our snowball fight tomorrow," he said with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah? Bring it on, String Bean. Just because you've had more practice doesn't mean I'm not a quick learner."

"Can you two stop flirting and go to bed? I'm trying to sleep here," Dean commented from where he lay in one of the motel beds.

I turned to face Dean. "Hey, you're the one that said we needed to get in all the research we can."

"Well, I changed my mind. I need my beauty sleep."

I giggled at his comment before leaning over to kiss Sam. I grabbed one of Sam's tee shirts from his duffel bag before heading to the bathroom to change and finish out my nightly routine.

As I started to brush my teeth, I could hear what sounded like the two boys beginning to bicker. I held my ear to the door quietly so as to not alert them that I was listening.

"Sam, I said no," Dean said sternly.

"But it's her first snowfall ever," Sam rebutted.

"I don't care. We have a spirit to lay to rest and a pile of bones to burn," Dean argued.

"Dean, I understand that. But Y/N has never seen snow. I just wanted to make it special for her."

"OK, well Y/N knew what she was signing up for when she said she'd take up hunting with us. She should've known she'd be missing out on certain opportunities."

"Dean, she just witnessed her mom get eaten by vampires a little over a year ago. I think she deserves a little bit of a break."

"Look, Sammy, I understand she's going through a lot, and you're going through a lot too. Hell, she's the first girl you've loved since Jessica. And I understand that you were both there for each other during those hard times and had to cope at the same time together. But we have work to do. We're finally closing in on this spirit. If we do it right, it'll be dead by tomorrow night."

Sam sighed, knowing he'd been defeated. Dean's word always went first, considering he was the oldest. Sam hardly ever argued with Dean. I always thought it was because he felt like he was arguing with his father.

"Look, since it means so much to you, and I pretty much know what I'm doing, I'll let you guys have a couple hours to yourselves. However, I -"

I could hear what sounded like Sam pouncing on his brother. "Thank you, Dean."

Sam was like a child in so many ways. He often got overly excited, even if it was the smallest thing in the world.

"But I still need you to help with the bones tomorrow night," Dean told his younger brother.

After silently rejoicing in the bathroom, I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face before heading out to the main area of the motel room.

Dean appeared to be already asleep in his bed, while Sam was lying in our bed, a book in hand and the lamp on.

I crawled in next to him, leaning up and kissing his chin. "Whatcha reading?"

Although, almost as soon as I said this, I realized he hadn't been reading anything at all. He was looking through an old photo book he had from our sophomore year of college.

He carried that book around like his life depended on it. He and I were in the same friend group, but weren't necessarily all that close. It wasn't until his girlfriend died and my mom died the next day that we actually started to bond.

"I miss them," he commented as he came across a picture of himself, Jess, and our friend Becky.

"Me, too," I replied, slinging my arm over his stomach.

"Do you ever wonder if we made the right decision? Leaving our old life for this?"

"Not really," I admitted. "I have you, and a roof over my head and food on my table. I'm content."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "And that is why I strive to be more like you."

"Good night."

With a kiss on the lips, he replied, "Good night, my love."

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"It snowed!" Sam shouted, waking me up from my slumber.

"Yeah, I thought we already knew that," I grumbled, still under the covers.

"Yeah, but it's official now."

I smiled at his behavior. "You're so cute when you're excited."

"You're so cute when you get out of the bed and come play in the snow with me," he said, walking back over to the bed.

"I'm tired," I complained, rolling over onto my stomach.

"Get up," he insisted, tapping me on the butt.

"Hey, don't go getting me all excited," I giggled, finally climbing out of the bed.

He simply rolled his eyes, letting out a loud laugh, Sam's signature laugh. It was one of my favorite sounds, especially so early in the morning. It was almost as though when he laughed like that, it was declaring it to be a good day.

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"Oh, you are so dead, Winchester!" I shouted after Sam smashed snow into my face.

His legs may have been long, but I was the fastest on my track team in high school so it was only a matter of seconds before I caught up to him and threw snow all over his head, specifically in his hair.

We'd started out civilized. Both of us had made forts to hide behind and were having an actual snowball war. Then, at some point we'd forgotten all about our forts and were running after each other and smacking each other with snowball after snowball.

"Ha!" I shouted braggingly.

Suddenly, Sam lifted me off the ground and over his shoulder. His laugh could probably be heard all over the state of Kansas.

"Sam, don't you dare!" I screamed, knowing what he was about to do.

"Too late!" And with that, he threw me into the pile of snow he'd been using as his fort earlier.

"Sam Winchester, you asshole!"

Suddenly, he fell on top of me and into the pile of snow with me. I attempted to shove him off, but it wasn't until he rolled over that he was actually not on me anymore.

"You're mean," I fake pouted.

"You're beautiful," he replied matter-of-factly before helping me off the ground.

He stared at me with a smile and those innocent eyes of his. He looked as though it had just rained and I was the rainbow afterward.

After a moment, he chuckled. My first instinct was that something was in my teeth or something embarrassing like that.

"What?" I asked.

He ran his hand through my hair. "You had snow in your hair." He never ceased to have a smile on his face in that moment.

Just seeing him with a smile that big was enough to bring a smile almost as big to my face.

"Hey, you remember last night when you said you had everything you needed?" he randomly asked.

I silently nodded in response.

"You were right. You're all I need."

Next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, one of his hands was on my cheek and the other was resting against the small of my back. My arms were wrapped around his stomach. It was both small, delicate kisses and long, needy ones.

"I wish it snowed more often," he said as he pulled away, his smile bigger than ever.

"Ditto."

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Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. XIX)

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Tell me the Truth

(6x04/6x05/6x06/6x07/6x08/6x13)

Hello my dear! How have you been? I'm here with another volume from this Chronicles.

This time I want to talk about the truth as a recurrent topic in the first half of this season.

I'm gonna mix some bi Dean concept too, this will be mostly a Dean centric meta.

O want to give thanks to my friend @agusvedder , she couldn't make me the gifs for this meta but we discussed a lot about this topic. Thank you girl!

Let's start...

Saying goodbye to Lisa and Ben

Ok, I will collect here an amount of observations I made in several chapters in which we can see Dean breaking up with Lisa and Ben as his family.

In episode 6x06 Live Free or Twihard , calling back to 6x02, we had Dean feeling himself a monster and becoming one.

At the beginning of the episode, the Winchester brothers went to investigate to a house, a girl's room, vampires fan. Dean found a book and this is what he reads...

DEAN. Look at this. He's WATCHING her sleep. How is that not rape-y?

This is very significant because when Dean is turning into a vampire, he decided to go visit Lisa and Ben to say goodbye... So when he arrives, he just stays there by Lisa's bed watching her sleep. As a real monster. After this we all recall he pushed Ben violently and ran away. This was the beginning of the end.

In episode 6x06 "You can't handle the truth" written by Sera Gamble, even when it was a very Wincest episode, it had a very interesting topic about ASKING THE TRUTH YOU CAN'T EFFORT.

And related with Lisa here, he called her, and because he had asked for the truth, he receives the truth from her. A very hard one. She snapped at him this...

LISA: You've got so much buried in there, and you push it down, and you push it down. Do you honestly think that you can go through life like that and not freak out? Just, what, drink half a fifth a night and you're good?

DEAN: You knew what you signed up for.

Dean is excusing himself with her, she knew, he's like this. He won't change. Hunting is his life.

LISA: Yeah. But I didn't expect Sam to come back. And I'm glad he's okay. I am. But the minute he walked through that door, I knew. It was over. You two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing I've ever seen. And as long as he's in your life, you're never gonna be happy.That came out so much harsher than I meant.

Here, we have the pathologic codependency between them, but as it was written, and here's my opinion, is screaming Wincest all over, we know Sera was a fervent fan of the boys, and this doesn't surprises me. Lisa is being very hard and honest with Dean. Things are not Al right between them.

DEAN: It's not your fault.

LISA: I'm not saying don't be close to Sam. I'm close to my sister. But if she got killed, I wouldn't bring her back from the dead!

DEAN: Okay, Lis... I'm not gonna lie. Okay, me and Sam, we... we've got issues. No doubt. But you and Ben --

Here is Dean saying "Everything you had just said is truth", so more Wincest for the bag.

LISA: Me and Ben can't be in this with you. I'm sorry.

And this was the end for sure.

In this same episode, we had this scene...

Gif set credit @paladeckis

The woman is dressed in lavanda color, si, basically, is a Lisa's mirror here,asking for a lot of attention and Dean is giving her that not very hopeful answer... So yeah, Dean had decided which life he wants for him. Maybe, and as I said before, he doesn't feel he deserves a good life, or maybe because he feels like a dangerous monster that can destroy good things.

Now... Let's jump to 6x07 "Family Matters"...

There's a singular quote by the Alpha Vampire:

DEAN: I didn't realize we were on a first-name basis.

ALPHA VAMPIRE: Of course we are. After all, you were my child... for a time. Dean, tell me... did you enjoy it?

Ok, I know this is a creepy way to see it, but... Immediately after episode 6x06 we had this. And beacuse Dean is in the break up process with Lisa and Ben, this could be taken as a Dean/Ben mirror... Ben was the "monster's son" for a while, or at least that way is how Dean see it inside of him. So, symbolically, we are talking about that here.

Now... Episode 6x08 "All dogs go to Heaven" a very blantant Dean mirror with the dog-man here... First of all... Remember the monster watching in silence while the woman sleeps?? We have the same again here... The dog-man (skinwalker) his name was Lucky.

There was interesting words exchanging between Dean and Lucky, and please pay attention to Dean's speech...

DEAN: Hang on, Sam. [to LUCKY (MAN)] Listen, you don't have to tell me why you're with the family. I get it.

LUCKY (MAN): Oh, you do, do you?

DEAN: You killed every threat that came near them. You care about them, in your own whack-a-doodle kind of way. It's obvious. What I want to know is, who was that guy you were kibitzing with? He a skinwalker, too?

So... Isn't it Dean talking to himself? Do he feel like a abandoned and hurted dog that needed a refuge? A family? Now... Check this other quote...

DEAN: What are you gonna do to that family, really? You gonna put your jaws around that little boy's throat? Clamp down, listen to him cry for his mom? 'Cause I'm gonna guess that these are the only people who in your pathetic life have ever showed you any kindness. So it's either that... or you can help us stop it.

Again, the scene of Dean pushing Ben against the wall when he was about to transform into a vampire (a monster) and then... Again talking to himself. Is so blantant that my heart broke instantly...

After this, Dean decided not to shoot him bc he knew that dog was him... But things didn't end well for Lucky...

When he tries to come back to Mandy and her son, this is what happened...

MANDY: Get away from this house, you psycho. And if you ever, ever come near me or my son again, so help me...

LUCKY (MAN): I know I probably deserve...

MANDY closes and locks the door.

This is the end for the monster that wanted to have a family, the difference here is... Dean really wanted to have this kind of life?

And the answer we already know...

Gif set credit @frozen-delight

Dean is puting salt on the windows while he's saying he's out... Tell the truth Dean.

And in 6x13 "Unforgettable" Dean said another thing to his brother (to himself) to put a final period here...

DEAN: Sam, y-y-you got to understand that all that crap last year -- all of it -- none of it was you.

Ok Dean, we get it. This last year trying to be a man with a normal life and family, it wasn't you. It was a lie.

Sam's lies and foreshadowing Castiel's secrets

Before to continuó with this meta... I promised you some bi-Dean scene... Here you have.

Look how Dean checks out the police man and he even greeted him that way. As we know... Dean likes uniforms... 😉 (This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Agus!)

Ok... Let's start with the brothers here...

We all recall that scene when Sam just watched as Dean was turned into a vampire. Ok... So Dean saw it too. And that was one of his biggest alarms about his brother. This happened in episode 6x05.

In episode 6x06, another interesting parallel with the Winchesters brother and Sam's lies.

SAM: You know what a "tell" is?

OLIVIA: Excuse me?

SAM: It's a poker term... for when you're bluffing. Like what you just did with your hair.

OLIVIA: What are you trying to say?

SAM: You're lying.

DEAN is surprised at the force of SAM's inquiry.

OLIVIA: What?!

SAM: Tell us what you did to your sister.

Ok big parallel each time Dean wanted to obtain the truth about what happened with the vampire and why he didn't take care of him.

So after this we had the big scene with VERITAS, and very very WINCEST thing right here...

Gif credit @whiskeyandwhine

Look at their hands touching... Yep very disgusting and very Sera Gamble era. 😒 I'm just pointing things here for you to see what this woman wanted to do with the show.

Let's see continue now with CAS.

In this same episode we had another confession that could be analyze as a parallel and foreshadow of Castiel and his secrets.

SAM: So, you had some idea Corey might have taken her own life?

ROOMMATE: Well... she had been going through a bit of a hard time lately... at school. And then, um, her cat, Mittens, had just ran away. But, really, it was her boyfriend. She was sure that he was cheating on her. But he was just very good at covering his tracks. Which, of course, made her completely obsessed with --

Ok we are here talking about Castiel... The "boyfriend" term will be use by Balthazar twice, one with Dean and the other with Sam, referencing to Castiel. Castiel is the boyfriend, and he is cheating on Dean and Sam.

Gif credit @never-forget-viva-la-pluto

Gif set credit @sam-spirit-winchester

Also, making Balthazar calling Castiel as the Winchesters's boyfriend, equally... Another SERA GAMBLE tool, "look Cas isn't Dean's boyfriend, is Sammy's boyfriend too, so... Is irrelevant."

Episode 6x07 we had the boys discovering SAMUEL was working for Crowley, so the entire episode is a big foreshadow of what was about to happen when Dean, Sam and Bobby discover Castiel's deal with the King of Hell. And is also the episode in which the idea about Purgatory and the power of souls is presented.

And ironically, we'll have Dean and Sam literally working for Crowley too, so ... A little hole in the narrative here... But hey... We don't talk about this Season, don't we?

To conclude

Dean asked for the truth and he had it with his brother and he will have it with Castiel, the problem is... Is he ready to handle it?

The first half of the season was a foreshadow for Castiel's secret and we could see in many episodes how the writers showed us what Dean felt by leaving Ben and Lisa and how he will have to handle with a big betrayal.

In Sera Gamble era we had a lot of references to Wincest and holes in the narrative, that we will see more often in the incoming episodes.

I hope you like this! C-u in the next Chronicles!

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If you want to check the previous season 6 Chronicles, the links are here: XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII.

Buenos Aires July 11st 2019 1:47 AM

[corancoranthemagicalman]

💜🌻💜🌻💜🌻💜 for the ask game:

Age: early twenties?

Pronouns/gender: I have anxiety so I actually remember your pronouns omg I think? She/her/dude oh there was one more

Zodiac sign: gemini? I'm kind of cheating bc you said your birth month in another ask but idk I'm bad at reading people

Romantic status: oh gosh I literally never think about this on Tumblr it like doesn't exist. Um you're pretty rad so...in a relationship?

Eye color: brown bc you seem warm or green but I think that's bc your icon is greenish

Hobbies: writing, drawing

Introvert/extrovert: I get extroverted introvert vibes

Fav season: uhmmm spring?

-🐧🌻

Hello, 🐧🌻!!! I forgot I even queued up this ask game!!! I don’t even remember if I was supposed to like be Secret Squirrel with saying if you were right or not so others could guess lol. Ah, well. I’ll go ahead and answer ya here!! So I guess if anyone wanted to take a gander at this before reading the answers here, come on over!!!

Answers undercut and hella rambling:

Age: correct!! I am in the early twenties lol. When I was younger, I think I gave off an older vibe than what I was because Dean Winchester-coded growing up too fast and trying to project myself as being older, but nowadays I think I act my age and I’m finally okay with that. Feeling secure in my life and experiences. Or at least getting there.

Pronouns/gender: On my bio it does say she/her/dude/boo ^^ [the about that I’ve got pinned includes “bestie” and “asshole (affectionate)” lol.] I am thee female but I don’t really care too much what ya call me. I put dude there semi-jokingly because I’ve seen some people genuinely not like being called dude, which is valid!! But terms of endearment like dude/boo/etc are what I grew up using as a natural dialect almost, so I constantly have to fight not to call everyone dear/sweetie/etc because I don’t want to offend people, but I never mind being called that myself. To COMPLETELY get sidetracked lol. But to also get sidetracked, I never asked for your pronouns, Penguin Sunflower!!! If you wanted to share those, let me know (but if not, obviously that’s alright too!!! you’ll always be 🐧🌻 to me).

Zodiac sign: I’m actually a Cancer, but close!!! I’m terrible at reading people, so you’re probably better than me lol. But if you see any zodiac readings and all of the cancers are about crying—yep that’s me.

Romantic Status: I also never think of this until I see people I follow talk about their significant other, and I have to remind myself bloggers are actually people and not just whatever their little square is. I am very flattered you think I’m rad, but no. I’m single as a pringle. :)

Eye color: I’m warm and fuzzy inside but also I feel Perceived in This House. My eyes are actually hazel, meaning I’ve got the brown and green happening.

Hobbies: Yeah, that’s them. I’m such a classic fandom blogger, ain’t I? A dorky little guy. 

Introvert/Extrovert: Penguin Sunflower, my beloved anon, I’mma need you to know me less for a hot minute (completely joking.) But yeah I think I’m an Extroverted Introvert!!! That’s what I vibe with anyways. I can be the extrovert in the situation, but it’s exhausting lmao. 

Fav Season: Mhm. This is difficult because honestly, it changes. I think at this moment in my life Winter is my favorite season though with Spring as a very close second.

Anyways, thank you for the ask!!! I appreciate it and I hope you had a nice day today 💕🌺🌺🌺💕

[lovethediseasedkillerpuppy]

I'm a destiel shipper and I've always accepted it as fanon. I don't like it being asked at cons but I have to admit Jensen saying "it doesn't exist" hurt a little. Is it canon, no, but it exists. He knows people ship it and it felt like he was saying WE don't exist. I mean, I still love him and I'm against all the hate he's getting rn but I feel a little bad at what he said too :(

I won’t tell you you shouldn’t feel bad bc that’s an asshole thing to do. Everyone is entitled to feel whatever they do, but if ya want I’ll offer a little prospective that may help.

I don’t think Jensen was dismissing destiel or saying shippers don’t exist. Yes, he said “destiel doesn’t exist” but the context was for canon. You & many other shippers already know it isn’t canon & go about your day. The girl who asked the question made it leading & framed it as fact that Dean IS bisexual, & he DID have a crush on Dr. Sexy. It wasn’t posed as a hypothetical or a what if in the future, it was framed for the now & past. Dean & Cas aren’t together sexually or romantically now or in the past. And that’s what Jensen said didn’t exist. 

Imo the question was worded in a confrontational manner. As I said, she framed it like she was stating facts & she wasn’t. If you believe Dean is bisexual or he loves Cas in a romantic way, that’s your choice. There’s nothing wrong with fanon & head canons. But on the show neither has happened & that’s what Jensen said.

Now that the facts are out of the way I do want to speculate a bit. I personally think if the question was worded differently it would have gotten an entirely different answer. If she asked “What do you think about Dean & Cas’ relationship?” or “what do you think about people shipping destiel?” or something else that wasn’t leading & framed like what she was asking was fact. Then I do not believe at all he’d have just said “destiel doesn’t exist” Jensen isn’t oblivious to the fact people ship & that it’s important to them. He would never purposefully say anything to be cruel to them. Look at all the shippy ops he does for fans to make them happy or the destiel art that he signs. I don’t believe at all that he “hates shippers” like some claim. If he did he certainly wouldn’t do those things. 

But the simple matter here is that he wasn’t asked an opinion question, he was asked about facts & he answered truthfully. Jensen has given some beautifully heart felt answers about how much Dean cares about Cas & what he means to Dean. Jensen is the one who fought to get Misha back on the show in S7. He has said on multiple occasions that he enjoys Dean/Cas scenes & working with Misha. Jensen doesn’t hate destiel nor did he tell anyone not to ship it. He stated a fact that sexual destiel, bisexual Dean & Dean having “a crush” on Dr. Sexy wasn’t canon.

[waywardsisterwrites-blog]

What Doesn't Kill You

Request: N/A

Warnings: Some mentions and descriptions of torture, not to graphic in my opinion, but be careful if that’s something that bothers you or makes you uncomfortable 

Pairings: Probably Dean x reader later on

Word Count: 3k 

A/N Please Please comment and let me know what you like and or what I can do better, I’d really appreciate it bc this is my first fic :) Thank you!

A/N 2: If you want to be on the tag list let me know and I’ll set that up for ya :) 

He walked slowly, pacing, steel toed leather boots scraping against the cool concrete floor. You'd lost track of how long you'd been there, your wrists ached from the thick rope that bound them together. It was cold, though you could see a window or a door, there was a certain chill that filled the air. You didn't scream anymore, didn't fight, you didn't see the point in it. There was no end in sight, no light at the end of the tunnel.

"What you're doing is kind of noble, you know," He spoke quietly, hiss gruff voice echoing off the walls. "Nobody Ive tried has made it this far."

You shook violently as another chill hit your bare shoulders. You couldn't think straight anymore, but that was to be expected. You had hardly been able to focus before you had been kidnapped, much less after so much time on lockdown in the basement of some raving lunatic, hell bent on discovering the key to immortality.

You had been out that night, drinking at a bar down the road from the motel where you and the boys had been staying. You were laying low, well, lower, courtesy of the Leviathans murder spree, wearing Sam and Dean like halloween costumes. The three of you had taken to paying in exclusively cash, ordering two separate rooms, wearing dark sunglasses and baseball caps, eluding the police and any well-meaning bystanders that might panic and call the highly advertised tip line that was plastered all over town under two rather unflattering of the Winchester brothers.

You had narrowly escaped the eyes of Dick Roman yourself, as you had been incapacitated from your last hunt, a witch who had cursed you with an obscure flu like illness. It was just you luck, being too sick for the Leviathans to even bother to trying to attack you. You followed Dean's orders, not attracting too much attention while you recuperated. When you were feeling better, you were helping Kevin research and you mixed Borax solution, filling squirt guns and empty water bottles, never leaving yourself unprotected.

You were just so tired and listening to the boys bicker about every little thing was enough to make you want to pull your hair out. So, you went for a drink. Sam and Dean were always the whiskey type, but you were a scotch kind of girl yourself. You told the boys where you were going, to which they responded with vague recognition that you had even spoken at all. You walked two blocks south from the motel to the Lone Star bar and Grill and you sat on the bar stool alone wile you nursed a tumbler of your favorite amber beverage.

You hadn't even seen it coming. You had three drinks and you were ready to head back, your eyelids heavy and your feet even heavier. You were tired you were buzzed and all you could think about was the comfort of a dusty and faded futon where you could get some much needed rest.

You had been so caught up in your thoughts that you failed to notice the man walking five paces behind you, using the shade of the buildings as protection from the harsh light of the streetlamp. It had started raining and you remember wondering if your night could be any worse. You had had a major headache since that morning and you were just. so. tired.

You hadn't been watching your step either, and the toe of your shoe caught the edge of the drainage pipe that jutted into your path from the rooftop of the building nearest you. You yelped and landed sprawled on your stomach, your phone slipping from your hand as you toppled. You heard jogging foot steps behind you and suddenly a hand was waving in front of your face, offering to help you up.

"Watch your step," he'd said, "it can be dangerous to walk alone this time of night you know."

You swatted away at his hand and swayed as you stood up.

"Can I interest you in a ride home? My car is parked on the street just up the road, I don't mind at all. Weather's getting nasty and a lady such as yourself shouldn't have to walk in these conditions" His voice was thick and gravely and he spoke slowly,sending an uneasy feeling to the pit of your stomach.

"No thanks, I think I can..." you paused to wipe the dirt from your face with the back of your hand "handle myself"

He placed his hand firmly on your elbow and you tried to tug it away, but you were weak and disoriented from the alcohol or from the lack of sleep, you couldn't tell which, not that it mattered at that point.

"I really must insist." He said, still holding your elbow with one hand as he reached up to your neck with the other. You felt a sharp pain where the needle you hadn't noticed before had punctured the fragile skin. You barely had the time to process what was happening before the world began to spin, the sounds of the street and the pitter patter of raindrops fading as you blacked out.

Now, you sat in a wooden chair, hands bound behind your back, hair plastered to your forehead as the man continued to pace. He was thinking, you decided, which was good because if he was thinking he wasn't doing which meant you had a little more time before the next round of trials started.

You hadn't eaten since the morning you were abducted, your stomach growling every few minutes. You were so hungry you were nauseous, the musty smell of room wafting in your direction was enough to make bile rise in the back of your throat. You had been allowed some water every now and again, the man would tilt a styrofoam cup to your lips and tell you to take small sips. At first, you'd refused, positive the water was poisoned or cursed, but after a while, you gave in, gulping the water down as though you had never tasted anything so sweet in your entire life.

He was calling them trials, the things he put you through. He was testing you. He'd done it before, that much was obvious. He'd preform a new test, chant some words in Latin and you'd be left wishing he had just killed you when he'd taken you. He'd sort of explained it, although you'd been in too much pain and too delirious at the time to really register the full extent of his plan. He wanted to test the limits of the human body, he was looking for the key to immortality an to do that,he said he had to understand the true meaning of mortality.

The first time he untied you, he took you through a door and down a flight of stairs to a dimly lit room, a table placed squarely in the center. He'd forced out to lay down, strapping you to the table at your wrists and ankles to keep you from "ruining the experiment" Then he started setting the fires. He built them in trash cans all around the room, a dozen or so maybe more, close enough to where you lay that you could feel the embers sink into your skin. At first it had been nice. It had been cold, you weren't wearing much in the way of clothing, your flannel and jeans had been replaced with a large white t-shirt when you had been taken. and your hair had been wet, leaving you cold and damp in a dark room. Then, as the fires began to grow, the heat became unbearable. You couldn't take it anymore it was as if hell itself had been opened at your feet. You could practically feel the water being pulled from your skin, the hair on your arms and legs singed off with the scorching flames.

You blacked out again after a short while, the heat proving too much for your body to take and when you woke again, you were back in the room in which you had started, hands bound behind you back, skin still stinging from the burns and welts that decorated your arms and legs.

The next trial happened a while later, day or so maybe, but you were so out of it that you didn't even notice that any time had ever passed at all. This time he took you to a bathroom, bathtub filled to the brim with crystal blue water, ice obscuring the scratched and stained tile at the bottom. He practically dumped you into the water, the ice feeling like a million daggers piercing your body.

You screamed and screamed until your throat was raw and the tears that had been flowing down your cheeks had subsided, your body succumbing to the icy depths of the tub. You had started to feel warm again by the time he pulled you out, you knew in the back of your mind that that wasn't a good sign.

The next thing you knew you were back again, soaking wet and shaking, muttering Deans name, calling out for Sam, begging for anyone to come and save you.

_______________________________________________________________________

POV:  The Boys

When Y/N had left, Dean had though nothing of it. You needed your space and he not only understood, but he empathized. He lay face down on the bed closest to the door and it took only minutes for sleep to overtake him.

Leviathans are a pain in the ass, he had thought, longing for a ride in the impala, wishing for, hell- even just to stop for gas without having to disguise his appearance from the kid behind the counter. It was all so tiresome.

He noticed something was wrong when he woke up the next morning to find the couch across the room empty. He had thought you'd be back by now, you weren't really the type to meet up with some stranger at a bar, so he had expected you to return before the night ended.

"Sam," Dean grumbled, Sam hummed and turned over in his sleep. "Sam," Dean said again, louder this time.

Sam jolted awake, glancing around the room before his eyes locked on the empty couch which Dean had been eyeing only moments previous.

"Where's Y/N?" he asked swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

"I was just about to ask you."

"Didn't she come home last night? I didn't hear her."

"I didn't either. I was gonna check with you before I call her." Dean reached over to the nightstand between the two beds and quickly dialed your number.

"Straight to voicemail." He said, worry clearly written across his face. Sam's concern grew as he stood up, slipping into a pair of boots and tightening the laces.

"She said she was going to the bar, right? Did she say which one?"

"Lone Star maybe? I think I saw it on the way in."

"Should we go check it out?"

"Yeah I think so. Its not like Y/N to not keep us updated on her plans."

Sam nodded and the two walked out the door, headed to the bar.

If Dean was being perfectly honest with himself, he wasn't just worried. he was petrified. Before he had met you he had been just going through the motions. His life had seemed pointless in a way, what with all the struggles and challenges he had been facing lately. You were the thing he thought about when he needed a break, when he needed to smile. He wasn't going to rest until you were back by his side.

It took them a week to pin point your exact location. You had dropped your phone outside the bar when you'd fallen, which meant they couldn't trace your GPS. The only lead they had was from a teenage boy who had been out for a smoke the night you'd gone missing.

"So let me get this straight," Dean had said "You saw a man drug a woman, /attack/ her and carry her to his car and you said nothing? You didn't call the police? What the hell is wrong with you?!"

The boy glanced apathetically up at Sam, and shrugging said "Snitches get stitches" Before standing to leave.

Dean stood to follow him, a fire of hatred gleaming in his eyes, but Sam grabbed his wrist before he could follow the boy out.

"You're no good to Y/N if you get yourself arrested, Dean"

Dean grunted his agreement, straightening the collar on his cheap suit. The brothers walked back to the police station,badges at the ready, and requested local records for the owner of the dark blue van the witness had described. The tech analyst, a balding man in his 50's, had said that it was a common description and that it might take a while to uncover the correct owner. It took all Dean's self control to not punch him in the face when he heard that it would take more time than he had expected.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Sam suggested, watching Dean gulp down his fourth quadruple-shot espresso.

"I already told you. I won't stop looking until I find her. I don't care if I never sleep again!" Dean was understandably irritable, he was still so afraid that he would never see you again, although he wouldn't outwardly admit that to Sam.

"Y/N is strong. She won't break down. We'll find her and it will all be okay when its over." Sam's facade of confidence was a little off-putting to Dean, but he allowed it, not having the time or the energy to correct or question him.

It was day four when they got the name and the address of the probable owner of the van. His name was Thomas Black, a man who's wife had left him after the death of their young son. Dean might have felt bad for the man if he didn't hate him. According to town records, his son had had a very aggressive brain tumor and had passed away a little over two years ago. His wife, unable to stand the grief and loss, up and moved away the day after the funeral and nobody had heard from her since.

"We have to go now!" Dean stated as the brothers stepped outside the police station. He couldn't stand to be apart from you a minute longer, especially when he didn't know if you were alright. Sam nodded and the boys piled into the 1987 Oldsmobile that had temporarily replaced the Impala. They both just hoped they wouldn't be too late. _______________________________________________________________________

POV: YOU

You were so cold. That was the only thing you could think anymore. Your face was expressionless and your eyes were bloodshot, gaze locked on your feet. Your hair hung in clumps around your face, stuck together with an odd mix of water and blood. He didn't bother tying your ankles anymore, you couldn't walk anyway and he knew that. Blisters covered most of your legs and arms though you couldn't feel them anymore. You were too cold. You were almost numb.

He was in the room with you again, though somehow you had missed his entrance. He knelt in front of you, palm cradling your cheek as he spoke softly.

"You're doing great. Today is going to be a rough one, but I think you'll make it. Nobody's ever made it. I think you're.. . you're strong enough. You might be the one I'm looking for. I'll know after today and then It'll be over."

He didn't move you this time, he didn't have to. He simply Inserted a needle into your neck, taping the contraption down with a thin strip of cloth tape. blood started dripping down immediately, slipping into the plastic tubing he had connected to a collection bag resting at your feet. It hurt. You were cold. You wanted it to be over. You wanted to die.

He sat with you for a little while, eyeing the plastic bag of blood that was slowly filling with warm red liquid. He told you about his family, his wife and his son. He explained that he hadn't meant to hurt anyone, he just didn't want anyone else to die. He couldn't stand the idea of facing the same fate that had stolen his son away from him.

"I found the spell book on Craigslist. Sixteen dollars plus shipping. I figured it was worth a shot, right? But you need blood. Lots of it. Not virgin, which seems weird to me, in the movies its always virgin blood. This stuff needs to come from someone powerful and strong. I didn't want to hurt anyone who mattered, you know, so I'd watch for a while and take people who were on their own. People who didn't have people. Nobody misses you, nobody looks for you, ya know?"

You couldn't even fully hear him anymore, his ranting sounding more and more like gibberish, although you could pick out certain phrases.

You don't matter. Nobody misses you. Nobody's looking for you.

You began to feel yourself fading again as more and more blood was drained from your body, the cold feeling more intense than ever. You put all the energy you had left into one whisper.

"Dean"