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Title: "Love Out Of Plain Sight"

Because the author (me) is incompetent and cannot pace or restrain myself at all, my wonderful giftee (Adam) is going to get a two in one gift! Uh... Yeah long story short I have been writing your (hi Adam 😃👋) gift but I was like "No, this is THEE jewishadammilligan (also I should just mention now I may have squealed when I saw who I got) they deserve extravagance!" And then shortly regretted that as the fic got really long... Kinda freaked out, contacted the amazing @klayr-de-gall (who is running this awesome event might I add midamgiftexchange2022) which they handled frazzled and sporadic me so amazing and they gave me a grace period then as I pulled two all nighters writing I realized I still would not have enough time even with the grace period so, TA-DA double the gifts!

I wrote this rather quickly and no beta so I apologize if there's any Grammer mistakes. But I really hope you like it, your original "extravagance" gift written specifically for you is still being written as fast as I can write and hopefully I will get it to you within the week! Enjoy!!!!

Gifted to: @jewishadammilligan

Fandom: Supernatural

Prompt(s): "Fluff or silly AU's"

Relationship(s): Adam Milligan/Michael

Character(s): Adam Milligan, Michael (archangel)

Important tag(s): Bartender Adam Milligan, Fluff, Dash of angst, Accidental Engagement, Canon Divergence

Rating: Gen

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Drinking, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 4,086

With a ducked head, he hesitantly brought the glass to his mouth with a brief pause before taking a sip. "We're… engaged?"

Adam reached to grab the empty shot glass and caught another glance of the ring around his finger, It was a simple small band but its presence was felt and known. He shrugged. "Why not?"

Or

Adam gets his "little job" but even then, that brings its own unexpected occurrences when your boyfriend is an Archangel.

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Something more than noise always accompanied Adam where he went. The sounds of his childhood were like pollen off of flowers, sticking and serving as a reminder of where things had once been and once were. He could find familiarity in them—comfort even.

But the sounds of a bar were far from that.

The constant clink of glasses against one another, against the wood of the table tops, or ice sloshing around. There was a constant buzz of minor sounds that clouded over the hum of chatter in the background. Though despite that, the bar quickly became a place of familiarity along with the noises that inhabited the space.

The only new and interrupting noises were coming from Adam.

A soft hum escaped his mouth to the tune of a song as he absentmindedly danced to it. Everything known as, rhythmically, he moved along to his own beat, chopping away at the limes on his cutting board.

The ones that weren't rolled were pushed off to the side as he did so to the ones that needed it. An alarming perfume, tangent from the pungent smell of sweet citrus that layered over the warm amber of the bar, stuck to his hands. A scent that would carry on long after he left for home.

Everyone, he found, was too busy in their own engagements to give a curious eye towards the humming and dancing of the bartender. Allowing him to do more than hum or move much to his own enjoyment just as much as Michael's.

Something that Michael, himself, thought nobody knew he was secretly thankful for… Much like his ignorance towards the specific song Adam had been humming for weeks with no end in sight. From the second he woke up, picked between the black combination of tie and waistcoat or bowtie and suspenders to the moment he stripped away his clothes at the end of the night before bed.

Much something, one and the same, if not already known, Adam very much knew of as well.

The odd mix of admiration in Michael's face but deep annoyance in his posture had kept Adam from concealing his smile around him for the lengthy time the tune had kept its space in his head. The catchy melody, on his lips in every situation even if deemed so inappropriate, or in a matter that definitely did not call for a song.

All things that kept him well entertained as he continued to cut lemons and limes.

He took a spin, still with the knife in hand, coming face to face with Michael. Eyes followed his every move but with that known something else Adam loved to poke and prod at. 

"What?" He questioned, playing innocent.

Michael took a deep resounding sigh and shook his head. "Nothing."

"That look isn't nothing," He chided him, haphazardly waving around the knife.

Michael all but rolled his eyes. "That song you were humming," He said, but kept his eyes on the knife as it sliced through the lime and hit the board.

"What about it?" He looked up from the last lime he was cutting into, receiving a done look from Michael. He chuckled. "Oh come on, you love it."

"I hate it."

"It's amazing!"

"It's terrible."

"It's the best thing ever created, Michael," Adam exclaimed.

Michael scoffed. "I could argue with creation."

"Well then—Ow!" The knife clattered down as he raised his index finger to his mouth. Blood stained the skin when he pulled back to take a look at the deep gash across his finger. A small moan of pain escaped as he put it back to his mouth in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Michael held out his hand instantly. "Let me."

He obliged, laying his hand in Michael's. A single finger was lightly brushed over the gash. The skin instantly healed, leaving behind only the trace of blood and phantom pain as evidence of it ever being there.

"Better?" He lightly brushed over his finger again as he looked up at him.

Adam smiled. "Yeah." Taking his hand back as Michael retreated his own hands, he eyed the area where the skin had stitched itself back together.

Though his awe of the situation was quickly interrupted by the ring of the bell above the bar door. A man dressed in a suit and coat trudged in, making a beeline for the bar.

"Crap," he hissed under his breath. He quickly cleaned up his mess and washed his hands before turning back to Michael. "We're not finished."

He threw the towel in hand halfway to hang over his shoulder as he made his way over to the man. "What can I get for you, Sir?"

The man didn't so much as bother with his coat as he sat down at the first chair he approached. "Whiskey—neat, please." 

"You got it." He pulled a clean glass and turned to grab the correct bottle from the bottom shelf. "Rough day?" He questioned, trying to make small talk.

The man scoffed. "You could say that."

He poured and then pushed the drink forward as it came to the line. "There you go."

"Thanks."

He shot Michael a smile as he got back to what he was originally doing before. He grabbed the last of the lime wedges he had cut, squeezing them into the awaiting drink he had been preparing.

But before he could even reach for another, he heard the telltale sound of an empty glass hitting the bar top. 

"Another, please."

He wiped his hands on the towel before walking back over to the man and doing as asked. "Sure, you're alright, sir?" He slid the re-filled drink back towards the man.

The man hung his head, his eyes red and far away as he asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

"Once," Adam answered. "The other time it was more… walking beside it."

The man sniffed. "Better than falling." He let go of the glass and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out something and depositing it on the bar top. "Been holding onto that for months… but I guess I wasn't quick enough."

Adam stayed quiet and continued to listen as he looked down at the discarded ring band that glimmered under the dull lighting of the bar.

"Twelve years… down the drain, all just because I came home early." He shook his head in disbelief with a tight pained grin. "If it's one thing, take love by the hand while it's still beside you." He brought the glass to his lips and downed its contents in one go.

Adam stayed still as the man pulled out his wallet and left more than enough for what he drank.

"Keep the change." He stood from the chair and started to make his way toward the door.

"Sir!" Adam called, he picked up the ring still on the bar top. "You forgot this."

The man gave him a somber smile and a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Keep it. I think you'll find more use for it than I ever will." The chime of the bell on top of the door followed him out into the night.

Adam twisted the ring between his fingers. The metal caught the light with a glimmer before he pocketed the object. He spared another glance towards Michael with a smile before grabbing the empty glass. "What's that look for?" 

Michael's eyes widened. "Hm?"

"That look," he stated. He grabbed the drink he had been working on and walked back towards him. "You act like I don't see it every time anyone sits here."

"And that is?"

"If looks could kill, Michael. These poor guys." He shook his head. Though almost like it were yesterday, vibrant memories flashed in his head of instances where a single look from Michael was someone's death. "I take that back actually." He quickly countered. "No smiting any of my customers."

"Unless none of them are demons, there won't be any smiting of your customers," he soothed.

"Thank you. Now—" Adam placed the glass he had in hand in front of him. "Drink up." He smiled.

Michael all but glanced at it for a brief second as though it was a plague before looking back and cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on, humor me," Adam pleaded.

"This stuff will kill you."

"But not you. Try it, I made it special." He scooched the glass an inch closer with a finger.

Michael gave him a wary look before picking up the drink and giving the liquid a few swishes around the glass. "Special?" He questioned.

"Mhm," he hummed. "Special."

The glass was raised to the light as Michael contemplated the mixed drink. He lowered it with another glance inside and towards Adam who beamed a smile and wiggled his eyebrows. Taking an uneasy breath, Michael took a decent-sized drink.

"Well…?" Adam proded. "Are the molecules any good?"

He brought the glass a safe distance away from himself, licked his lips, furrowed his eyebrow, and cocked his head to the side. "It's… sweet?" He swallowed, his tongue moving in his mouth as unrecognized flavors danced, masking themselves behind ones he could distinguish.

"Well, then that's good for you." Adam bit his lip at his reaction.

Michael cleared his throat, grimacing at the aftertaste. "What is that?"

Adam shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn't been the one to make it. He made sure to leave him hanging as he saw one of the guys sitting at the far table stand and make his way toward the bar.

"My little mystery for you, figure it out." 

He slung the towel back over his shoulder and walked towards the guy. "What can I get you?"

"Four shots of vodka and three cokes."

"Coming right up." He got to collecting everything he needed.

The young man leaned against the counter. "Are you new here?"

The comment caught him off guard but he continued, keeping up conversation and doing the task at hand as best he could. "Yeah, just started a couple of days ago."

The man gestured back at the table he had been at. "Me and my friends are regulars here, you could say."

"Guess I'll be seeing a lot of you then." Adam pushed a polite smile. 

"And you as well." 

Adam gave a curt nod before sliding the shots his way. "Here you go."

The man grabbed the extra shot and took it down, passing the glass back. "Say… when does your shift end?"

Adam froze. "Excuse me?" He jerked up the coke he was serving as he missed the glass towards the end.

"I mean, could I take you somewhere once you're able to get out of here?"

"Oh…." He said, letting it sink in. "Oh! Uh, I…."

"Were you…?

"No, I—um…" He panicked. He fumbled with the ring in his pocket. His last-second decision of his judgement failed him as he shimmied the ring on his ring finger in his pocket. He raised his hand to clearly see the band. "I'm—I'm taken."

He saw Michael visibly choke on his drink out of the corner of his eye. He tried not to grin as he peaked over before letting his eyes fall back on the customer in front of him. "I'm sorry if I…"

The man shook his head. "No, don't, I apologize. You didn't do anything of the sort. Should had know a good-looking guy like you would already be taken."

He watched Michael bristle at his comment again.

"Engaged? Married?" The man questioned.

He turned the band around his finger with his thumb. "Uh, engaged—newly." He slid the ready-poured drinks towards him.

"Congrats. Lucky guy." He grabbed the drinks and left with a smile back to his table.

Adam let out a slow exhale. "Not a demon. Can't kill him either, Michael," he chided him for safety measures. He ran a cloth over the counter from the few drops that had split. He smiled to himself before looking over, expecting the same look back from Michael but instead just saw the opposite.

His glance was locked in one spot on the counter, not breaking even when he brought up his hand and rubbed it over his mouth before going back to the glass. His posture and everything screaming flashing red lights had Adam worried about how to approach it.

"Michael?" He waited for a look, an answer—something, before closing the distance between them. He pushed the cloth aside as he leaned in and lowered his voice. "Hey," he snapped his fingers a few times. "Earth to Michael."

Michael's attention snapped back to him. "Sorry…" he shook his head.

"Where were you?"

"Here… always," he answered.

Adam smiled. "With me?"

"With you." He held the glass from the rim and gently swishes it around.

Adam tilted his head. "You okay?"

"Okay," Michael repeated. Words lacking any and all emotion. With a ducked head, he hesitantly brought the glass to his mouth with a brief pause before taking a sip. "We're… engaged?"

Adam reached to grab the empty shot glass and caught another glance of the ring around his finger, It was a simple small band but its presence was felt and known. He shrugged. "Why not?"

"Why not?" Michael repeated again, a chuckle edging on disbelief as he shook his head. "Shouldn't this at least be… proper then?" He took a drink, eyebrows furrowed both from his question and the still unknown flavour in his sweetened drink.

"I mean most people get engaged a few years after dating. What's ten… hundred years?"

Michael put down his glass, pushing it a small distance away from himself with disdain. "Dating?"

"Nonsensical terms." Adam waved his hand. "All this really. Rings, vows, the whole getting down on one knee and clandestine white weddings." Despite his claims of nonsense though, he looked off with something wanting. Knowing that was always what he had imagined for himself all through his life before everything happened. "Just something created for one person's used and pushed on everybody else."

Michael cocked his head, an all too knowing look on his face complete with a small content smile. "Nonsense you say?"

"Nonsense, Michael. Full of it."

"You haven't taken it off." He remarked with a gesture towards his hand.

Adam put his hand straight out in front of him, allowing the ring to catch the dim lights of the bar as he admired the ring with a small wiggle of his fingers. "I think it looks quite good, don't you?" He lowered his hand and showed it to Michael.

"If I agree?"

"You did put a ring on it."

"Technically you put that ring on yourself," Michael corrected.

He waved his hand. "Same thing, angel."

Michael tilted his head, eyebrows in that worrying position again like Adam had seen so many of the angels do before; just never Michael in so many instances. His gaze, temporarily lost in his unwanted drink while Adam stopped in his actions.

"Does it mean the same thing?" He earnestly asked.

Adam froze in what he was doing. Hating that despite Michael being the first-born archangel the whole knowing humans before their creations and watching them from the beginning of time, he still asked questions that at times reminded Adam that he was in fact an angel. Though at the same time, he began to wonder if it didn't make him all that different from an everyday human being. Questioning what he held a lack of understanding for; love, feelings…. Things that Adam wished he could ask as so plain and simple about.

He took a deep breath. "No, Michael, it doesn't. That's just how these types of things work."

"These types of things?" He repeated in a question.

"You, Me—" he smiled. "Us…. This." He gestured around at their surroundings. "Everything, Michael."

"It's hard to understand all of this sometimes."

He chuckled. "I'm not the wisest of teachers either."

"I wouldn't have anyone else, or rather can't… you're the only one who knows you after all," he admitted.

Adam smiled. "And you?"

"I'm learning."

"Then… us?" He asked.

Michael shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

"If I do?"

"Then explain it to me."

"Fine." Adam wiggled the ring off his finger and leaned over the counter, grabbing Michael's left hand in his. He cleared his throat. "Michael… you don't have a last name do you?"

"Celestial being," he stated. "And that's what is worrying you right now?"

"Yes, and it's a good thing I have one then," Adam remarked. "Uh…" he aimlessly waved his hand, "something about love and togetherness—"

"Togetherness?" He questioned.

"Hush, I've only ever seen this done in movies."

Michael ducked his head, hiding a smile in his glass.

Adam sighed. "What do people say when they propose?" He suddenly wished he had watched all those soppy romance drama movies with his mom.

Michael put down his glass. "Is that what you're doing? Proposing?"

"Do you need me down on one knee too?" Adam teased.

Michael cocked his head with an amused grin. 

Adam shook his head, a warm chuckle escaping his mouth as his grip on Michael's hand tightened. He took a breath. "I'm proposing… that we've been together for hundreds of years, locked in a place I never really saw the true horrors of thanks to you. We only had each other and I… care about you, and even though this ring means nothing, you mean something—everything to me. So—" he raised the ring, "will you take my proposition?"

A grin was placed on Michael's face nonetheless, but a hint of confusion was buried underneath something Adam didn't know.

"With careful consideration?" Michael half questioned. Hesitance hanging for a drop and catch of reassurance.

Adam shifted his hold, gripping his hand tighter with a smile. "I wouldn't know any other way from you."

"And if I say yes?"

"Yes? Then this—" he raised the ring, "—will belong there—" he tapped Michael's ring finger.

He watched his expression change into something unreadable, leaving his heart to jump with worry that his mind pushed aside…. 

Then Michael spoke.

"If it doesn't belong there?" The question was as nonchalant as could be.

Adam gasped for a breath he didn't realize he has completely exhaled at Michael's words. "Oh… well, I—"

"No," Michael lightly chuckled over his sputtering. "This." He grabbed the ring from him in one hand and Adam's left hand in the other before sliding the ring back onto his finger.

"Oh."

"Like you said. It looks quite good there."

Adam straightened back up once his heart had found Its place and his breath had returned. "It does, doesn't it? Nice fit." He gave another small wiggle of his fingers, the cold band rubbing against the insides of his pinky and middle finger.

Michael scoffed a laugh. "What did I say yes to exactly? Loving you is understandable but I know marriage is usually tied in."

"Not fond of the whole commitment thing?" 

He tilted his head for a second. "I'd rather not engage in anything that has to do with my father." 

"Most people don't," Adam explained. "We'll just elope."

Michael caved. "I'll bite. Where?"

He shrugged. "Anywhere."

"Anywhere to me means a matter of things," he informed.

"Well, usually people do Vegas or something, not Mars or the Milky Way…. Not that I'm complaining or anything."

Michael smiled. "Whatever you wish."

Adam smiled in the moment but found it cut short as the bell above the door once again yanked his attention to look. He straightened and gave a friendly but curt wave to the older man coming in the door as he recognized him from the previous days he had worked.

He turned back to Michael. "Well, until then…" He ducked behind the bar and came up with something in hand. "I have another customer." He reached over and pushed a strawberry on the rim of his glass. "Fiancé."

He watched Michael's eyes on the strawberry before he looked back at him with a criticizing look from the newly placed nickname.

"Yeah, I know, felt weird for me too. Remind me to never do that again." 

Michael nodded. "Will do."

He pushed himself away and over to the older man. "Same thing?" He questioned, receiving a single nod back.

He went through the steps in his head as he finished making the drink. "Try that." He set it down in front of him.

The man took a long sip before putting it back down. "Perfect," he said.

Adam mentally applauded himself, letting a bright smile shine through at his self-satisfaction.

"See, told you you'd get it down with a few times for practice."

"Fast learner," he boasted. Though he knew it had taken him multiple attempts plus practice during his free time and much feedback from Michael and his 'tastes like molecules' to get it in drinkable condition. If the previous days were any proof of too much of one thing or too little of another.

The man's eyes widened. "That's new?" He pointed to his hand.

Adam looked down, smiled. "It is." He pretended to be casual about, maybe even forgetful about the ring around his finger despite the fact that it had all happened within the span of the last hour.

"Well look at you. Who's the lucky person?" He questioned.

Adam twisted the ring and took a brief glance over to Michael who was more preoccupied with staring at his drink. He smiled. "I am…"

The older man raised his glass. "Congrats."

All he wanted to do was rush home and to be alone with Michael how things once were and always had been. Just each other and nothing else. But first, he still had something to do.

He finished and walked back over to Michael. "Figured it out?" He looked towards the glass.

Michael wore a soft smile. "Strawberry…" he announced. He tapped and traced the rim of his glass with his middle finger. "It was strawberry."

He leaned into his space, lowering his voice for just them. "If you're right?"

Michael cocked an eyebrow. "A reward?" He questioned. 

Adam grinned, he reached over and plucked the strawberry from the glass, taking a bite of half of it before leaning back over and holding out the other half for Michael. 

Mischief played on Adam's lips, something Michael could hardly miss. His eyes never once left; a gaze like desire yet to be broken as he took the offering from his fingers.

Adam's left hand went over Michael's, the now prominent ring joining both of them together before back to each other. He brought his non-occupied hand back, dropping the leaves and stem to the side and licking the juices from where the strawberry had been between his thumb and forefinger. Tied eye contact not breaking to anything that dared to call attention.

Michael swallowed and licked his lips. "If I'm wrong?" He asked.

Adam cocked his head, sporting a faux expression of contemplation more to tease and play than anything. "Don't you want to know." His words were anything but a question.

"Do I?"

He always figured change was tied in with life-altering choices like proposing or marriage. But this—Michael, was anything but change; a warm wave of nostalgia that was there and always meant to be there.

Michael turned his hand, giving Adam more access to thread their fingers together. Both of their holds on another tightened for a pulse of breath before loosening yet still firm, neither one of them letting go. 

And like a fish with a hook in its mouth, fighting against the line, reeling closer as the waves moved with gentle ease that was otherwise so; they were both weak. They had caught each other looking for the same thing but found one another, pulling and fighting for the unknown at the end of the line until they faced what they knew all along that had led them to be so weak.

Adam's attention was tied to the slight tilt of Michael's head and that subtle upward curve of his lips. A gentle taunt as Michael studied Adam just as close as well. The way his hand flew and went in every which direction with every word he spoke, or even his bright light-up-the-world smile that shined every moment it could.

And in the end, he did just that, both of them aware of the other and everything in between, he cocked his head and smiled…

[adammilligan]

i think the regulars and adam's coworkers at the bar dealing with "the bar ghost" would be so funny because to all those who DID work at/go to the bar before adam started there. it was literally a regular bar. nothing ever happened there. and now all of a sudden this fun new bartender gets hired and he's got slightly weird vibes and an apparent ghost that follows him around and he does such impossible things that even nonbelievers kind of HAVE to believe. but he has a friendly personality and it's hard not to like him and he keeps people coming back again and again and boosting sales so it's not like they're gonna get rid of him. AND his ghost scares off asshole customers so really what's the issue. they can spare a barstool for his ghost and an equally friendly hello for him whenever he clocks in. and if he forgets to blink sometimes. well. that's no one's business but his own. they've got customers to serve

[swordofsun]

One of those things that Supernatural fandom does that amuses me (I choose to be amused and not annoyed) involves Adam Milligan.

We know John didn't know about Adam until he was at least 12 years old. Which would have been Sept 2002 (aka when Sam would have been starting Stanford). It is not actually possible for John to have left Dean and Sam alone in a hotel room to go see the other kid. Especially not when they were children because Adam was born in 1990.

Math!

You know what fandom rarely takes notice of though? How John was once like family to the Harvelles. You're not like family if you're stopping in to grab a beer and some information for a hunt. John wouldn't tell just any random bartender all about Sam and Dean. Especially not a hunter bartender.

Conclusion: John was absolutely abandoning those boys in a hotel room to go hang out with the Harvelles. (Ellen clearly didn't know he was abandoning his kids.)

Come on! It's right there!

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You'll Never Meet Another Me

You'll Never Meet Another Me https://ift.tt/gBZYEt3 by KippieHValentine Gabriel spends most of his days at the record shop, selling vinyls to hipsters and old metalheads. His favorite customer, though, is Samuel Winchester, a local law student and regular customers. He's always had eyes for the man, even commenting to his brother Castiel about him (or more so his looks) more than once. So, when Sam invites him to his brother's (Dean's) birthday party, he decides to go. That night, however, he feels like he's being watched... And then things really took a turn for the weird. Words: 8789, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Law Student Sam Winchester, Retail Worker Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel and Gabriel are Siblings (Supernatural), Human Gabriel (Supernatural), Human Castiel (Supernatural), Mechanic Dean Winchester, Idiots in Love, Stalking, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Manipulation, Gabriel doesn't handle stalking like a normal person would, Slow Burn, Slow Build, No beta we die like Crowley, Bartender Castiel (Supernatural), adam is briefly mentioned via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/4JUbXOu December 21, 2023 at 07:44PM

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You'll Never Meet Another Me

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Lf0ESeK by KippieHValentine Gabriel spends most of his days at the record shop, selling vinyls to hipsters and old metalheads. His favorite customer, though, is Samuel Winchester, a local law student and regular customers. He's always had eyes for the man, even commenting to his brother Castiel about him (or more so his looks) more than once. So, when Sam invites him to his brother's (Dean's) birthday party, he decides to go. That night, however, he feels like he's being watched... And then things really took a turn for the weird. Words: 8789, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Law Student Sam Winchester, Retail Worker Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel and Gabriel are Siblings (Supernatural), Human Gabriel (Supernatural), Human Castiel (Supernatural), Mechanic Dean Winchester, Idiots in Love, Stalking, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Manipulation, Gabriel doesn't handle stalking like a normal person would, Slow Burn, Slow Build, No beta we die like Crowley, Bartender Castiel (Supernatural), adam is briefly mentioned read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Lf0ESeK

[witchern]

tripwire.

a midam fic.

The apocalypse rolls on as planned, with no Dean Winchester to interrupt, and Lucifer wins.

As a result, humans are rounded up and used for food and entertainment by the now-dominant monster and demon species. Adam Milligan, once the vessel for the archangel Michael (whom the world presumes is now dead) works as a bartender earning his keep, but his life is once again turned upside down by the appearance of Castiel. The angel asks Adam to look after none other than a weakened Michael and keep him safe from the demons who want to hunt and kill him.

Now Adam has to decide if Michael's really worth protecting—and if he is, what that means for both their futures.

( read on ao3 )

* WARNINGS: Mild gore and violence, language * NOTES: Originally written and posted in 2013; just recently combed through and made small grammar/structural fixes, as well as tweaked the ending!

[destroyerofgod]

Dean Winchester

Date of birth: January 24th

Age range: 16 – 42

He/him

Canon compliant – Canon divergent – AU

Cis, bisexual, bottom, monogamous

♡ Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Rowena MacLeod, Joanna Beth Harvelle, Bela Talbot, Pamela Barnes, Abaddon, Benny Lafitte, Adam Milligan, Michael

🚫 Castiel, Alastair, Zachariah, Lucifer

• Hunter, Man of Letters, Hell’s Torturer, Bartender, human

18+ only

Summoned by 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂

[dcpravities]

event recap / starter call

we made it, gang. here’s my little recap from everything that happened in the event, as well as some ideas that i’m looking for in terms of plots going forward from this. most of the starters do have a cap of three on them except the last one — feel free to request as many as you’d like, but just let me know who they’re for!!

adam milligan — ( 2 / 3 ) dean winchester, claire novak never made it off level two, is once again back to being in a broken headspace wondering if this reality is even real or if he’s just been in hell the entire time currently looking for: friends that don’t know about his whole backstory or what he’s been through, honestly just looking for a support group

alecto carrow — ( 1 / 3 ) bellatrix black had a blast on level three, killed a bunch of people and had a great time currently looking for: more enemies, more bartenders for her to bother, perhaps someone that she was friends with in school only for them to grow apart

angelica schuyler — ( 3 / 3 ) theodore nott, peggy schuyler, mercutio made it through one and three, sustained a broken leg on level three at the hands of magic so is extremely confused about that. says the cast slows her down and is annoyed at it currently looking for: other connections from the white house since she’s chief of staff, other political connections, possibly some friends

andrew minyard — ( 0 / 3 ) never made it off level two, never going to talk about what happened there currently looking for: people from the lacrosse team, maybe someone that he works out with that he antagonizes but reluctantly tolerates

anna of arendelle — ( 1 / 3 ) elsa lost some of her memories on level one trying to help other people get inside, no longer remembers any events from the first movie, thinks they’re on vacation to a different kingdom currently looking for: friends that aren’t royalty and/or trying to steal the throne, currently working as a teacher’s assistant so maybe colleagues for that

barbara gordon — ( 2 / 3 ) tenel ka djo, oswald cobblepot straight up not having a good time. made it off three only through killing someone. also coming back to facing the fallout from the engagement falling apart. about to quit her job in the cia. currently looking for: former colleagues, former flings, maybe a roommate, a sparring partner

benvolio montague — ( 2 / 3 ) romeo montague, mercutio never left level one, has many regrets about it currently looking for: someone that recognizes his names is from shakespeare

catra — ( 2 / 3 ) scorpia, glimmer made from three by killing someone which is going to leave her with guilt again, also confused by what she saw on level two currently looking for: therapy another friend or two? 

el hopper — ( 3 / 3 ) leia organa, nik solo, will byers made it from two to one, has some awareness around her own abilities now but isn’t sure if they’re dangerous or if she’s dangerous, more stressed about baby coming soon currently looking for: more friends from school, connections within the first family, maybe a security detail? 

five hargreeves — ( 0 / 3 ) ** newly aware **, is unsure if they’re in another apocalypse situation, annoyed that he can’t get out of this place with his abilities currently looking for: a begrudging friend, maybe some prior connections from when he was unaware for such a long time

haruka tenoh — ( 1 / 3 ) usagi tsukino never made it off one, worried about everything else that happened outside of her control currently looking for: a potential roommate, a gym buddy

jasper hale — ( 2 / 3 ) esme cullen, charlie swann coming to terms with a lot of what happened on level three, regrets every single thing, is scared that the loss of control there will carry over to now as well  currently looking for: one/any of his victims from level three to call him out

luke skywalker — ( 4 / 3 ) ben skywalker, ahsoka tano, allana solo, bail organa fell to the dark side in the event, did things he’s not proud of, felt his father and son die through the force and couldn’t save either of them, having so much fun currently looking for: someone to continue to encourage those dark side feelings (or someone to call him out for it), friends outside of the star wars fandom

mason hewitt — ( 1 / 3 ) liam dunbar stayed on level three to try and help scott’s pack, injured in the process, trying to keep his head on straight about werewolves not being dangerous currently looking for: friends from school

molly prewett — ( 3 / 3 ) ginny weasley, arthur weasley, lucy weasley found out at least two of her children have died so she’s dealing with that, also dealing with her brother being alive again currently looking for: old connections from school/the order

natalie mckinnon — ( 4 / 3 ) marlene mckinnon, james sirius potter, maddie mckinnon, gideon prewett tortured on level three and dealing with the aftermath of how magic is capable of that, wondering how people can come back from the dead here currently looking for: friends who like to go out to bars and clubs a lot, people who work in her shop, regulars at the flower shop, maybe a roommate

neville longbottom — ( 2 / 3 ) alice fortescue, luna lovegood stayed on two and tried to face his fears of losing his parents again, never conquered it currently looking for: connections from school, maybe a classmate from one of the college classes he accidentally signed up for

roxanne weasley — ( 2 / 3 ) james sirius potter, lucy weasley traumatized by what happened with her and lysander on level two, is going to be avoiding most of her family because it’s too much of a reminder, about to start making bad choices currently looking for: hookups (girls only), someone to smoke weed/do harder drugs with, someone who she can sleep on their couch for a while

roy harper — ( 3 / 3 ) koriand’r, jason todd, donna troy ** newly aware ** died on level three and regained all of his memories again, ashamed that he relapsed into his drug habits again, trying to pick up all the pieces currently looking for: connections from when he was unaware, other connections from his hero life

scorpius malfoy — ( 3 / 3 ) draco malfoy, albus severus potter, astoria greengrass ended up on level three and lost control of his magic again, is now even more hesitant to use it, trying to figure out what happened, looking for more info about the malfoy family currently looking for: friends from his pre-med program, connections of people familiar with the malfoy name

sirius black — ( no limit! ) marlene mckinnon, regulus black, james potter, abi mckinnon, nymphadora tonks, bellatrix black, frank longbottom, lily evans ** newly unaware ** spent most of his time on level two trying to get other people out of there instead of facing his own fears, ended up tortured and murdered for it, woke up unaware with no recollection of his friends or previous life, instead is now under the impression that he is a death eater and plans to continue with those ideals here in the city currently looking for: chaos tbh, throw anything at him

[ao3feed--destiel]

by MayWilder

"You're super smart, successful, good looking, kind, quick as a whip. You check off all the boxes, man. Don't know why you're with some bartending mechanic like me."

"I imagine the longer we spend together, the more human we will seem to each other," Castiel's voice is measured. There, a hint of self-deprecation. "But it warms me to know you think so highly of me. I've thought of little else aside from our time together."

Dean looks up, and his breath catches in his throat at the openness on Castiel's face. 

"I like you, Dean," he says. "Even more with every passing moment. I hope you'll allow me the chance to show you why, and just how much."

Words: 7725, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Elysian

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Adam Milligan, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Jimmy Novak (Supernatural), Amelia Novak, Claire Novak

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Dating, Family Bonding, Dean Winchester is Sam Winchester's Parent, Adam Milligan is Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester's Half-Sibling, Single Parent Dean Winchester, Getting to Know Each Other, Explicit Sexual Content, Falling In Love, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Deserves Nice Things

via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'

[sweetsmellosuccess]

Sundance 2020: Day 4

Number of Films: 5 Best Film of the Day: Bloody Noses, Empty Pockets

Promising Young Woman: It would certainly make sense that the world would be ready (and awaiting) a revenge thriller in the #metoo era. Unfortunately, this peculiar mish-mash of a film has far too many abrupt tonal shifts — more like a fly zipping around an outdoor picnic — to keep itself together. Carey Mulligan plays Cassandra, a young woman with a traumatic past, who seeks revenge against piggish men by posing as black-out drunk at clubs, going home with one hoping to score, only to turn the tables on them when given the chance. What she actually does to them is strangely vague (in the film’s opening sequence she dispatches Adam Brody’s character in a way that leaves blood spatters on her blouse — but we find out later he’s apparently fine), as is her exact motive, for a time. More confusingly, writer/director Emerald Finnel veers wildly in tone from one moment to the next: One minute, it’s a sweet romantic comedy; the next, a dramatic revenge thriller; before shifting to an archly satiric social commentary, all jumbled up into an unwieldy collage. In one crucial, dramatic scene, a character admits to her wrongdoing, but does so in a living room so notably gouache, with pink carpeting and frilly furniture, the characters actually acknowledge the weirdness of the setting to one another. The plot, which involves several unlikely convolutions, too often works against itself, all the way to a supremely unbelievable (if satisfying) ending. Milligan is strong, and the chemistry she shares with Bo Burnham, as a potential real love interest, is sparkly, but its tonal ambiguity eventually does it in.

Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets: Filming the last day and night of a dingy, hole-in-the-wall bar in Las Vegas, the Brothers Moss imbibe their neo-doc appropriately enough with a distinct ‘70s vibe, in keeping with both many of the clientele themselves, some of whom display a post-hippie vibe, and the concept itself, which plays like something out of Cassavettes joint. We start at the beginning of the day, as Michael, the bar’s chief barfly, is woken up from the counter, goes to shave in the bathroom, and again takes his customary seat at the bar. For the day shift, he’s being served by the genial bear of a bartender, who has a surprisingly good singing voice on those occasions where he is inspired to pick up his guitar and croon. Shortly thereafter, Michael is joined by a bevy of the other regulars, including Pete, a sweet-faced man with a long pony-tail and many stories of past relationships; John, a large Aussie, who bring a heavy, mysterious paper bag with him and tells the bartender to hide it for him. There’s also a former military grunt who gets mildly belligerent, a smattering of younger people who saunter in, and a host of others, at various levels of decay. As the day progresses, and the sweetly fierce Shay comes in to tend bar on the last night, the clients get more and more soused, and things turn drunkenly chaotic. Amidst numerous confessions, admissions, and exhortations off the clientele being “family,” a claim the saucy Michael instantly refutes (“we’re bar friends,” he says sternly, “not family”), the cameras capture the anarchic spirit of the place, even as it exposes the fissures in the nature of their relationships. Michael, the bar’s patron saint and conscience, seems to best crystallize this dichotomy: When he finally does shuffle off the next morning he does it with zero fanfare, as if no longer having to maintain the illusion that the place is anything other than a sad, dilapidated wreck, where patrons get to shut off their minds from whatever pains have driven them there.

The Nowhere Inn: Carrie Brownstein, of both Sleater-Kinney, and “Portlandia” fame, has a penchant for slightly oddball riffs; Anne Clarke, aka St. Vincent, is known for many things, none of them personal, details she protects vigorously. The “documentary” they have made together, along with director Bill Benz, then, is somewhat predictably a mash-up of concert footage (albeit limited), set-up scenes with Brownstein attempting and failing to make a doc of her own, and creative flights of fancy that half play like sketch comedy bits. It’s certainly interesting, concerning itself with issues of performative identity and audience expectation  —  including, naturally, the film audience  —  but I found myself less than enthralled with these various manipulations. I understand all documentaries, even ones that purport to be straightforward, are still formulations, but by the end of this one, not only have we not learned much new about the pair, it’s possible we know even less.

The Nest: It has been 12 long years since Sean Durkin has made a feature film. His debut, the brilliant Martha Marcy May Marlene, earned him richly deserved praise, so this was one of the films most anticipated by critics at the festival. He does not disappoint. The film is an exceedingly slow burn concerning wealthy commodities trader, Rory (Jude Law), his wife, Allison (Carrie Coon), a horse trainer, and their two children, as he moves them from a comfortable life in New York, to a huge English mansion outside London. Shrewd and successful, Rory is still moving too fast for his own good, a fact that puts tremendous strain on his familial relationships. Played as it is, a bit like a monsterless horror film  —  the actual horror being our own alienation from ourselves, as well as the people we love most  —  Durkin’s careful, precise filmmaking, and attention to character detail, really pays off in the later scenes. Law is brilliant, as per usual, and Coon is a bloody revelation. Ironically, it’s a film that the hyper, inattentive Rory wouldn’t have been able to sit through.

Downhill: Well, we knew this was coming the second this film, an American remake of the remarkable Ruben Ostlund helmed Force Majeure, was announced. Ostlund’s film, about a family on a ski trip in the Alps, where the hapless husband flees for his life when a controlled avalanche seems to head straight for them, deserting his wife and children in the process, is all about the subtle mechanics of interpersonal relationships, and the lies we are forced into believing about ourselves. This film, from comic team Nat Faxon and Jim Rash, eschews many of these delicate details to focus on a more broad comic premise. True to form, Farrell plays his character without genuine delusion  —  unlike the original, it’s clear to him from the start that he ran from his family, and doesn’t really try to believe otherwise  —  which makes his denial far less palpable. Meanwhile, they have added in various bits to generate enough plot momentum to carry through to the finish, some of which seem to counter the film’s very premise. There are some funny bits, and enough of the original is kept in place to keep it at least mildly provocative, but everyone is still vastly better off watching the original instead.

Tomorrow: A little bit of a mix-n-match type thing: We will likely begin with the comedy Palm Springs; then switch to horror for Amulet; and take in Assassins for a lighter day.

Into the frigid climes and rarefied thin air of the spectacular Utah Mountains, I've arrived in order to document some of the sense and senselessness of the 2020 Sundance Film Festival. Over the next week, armed with little more than a heavy parka and a bevy of blank reporter's notebooks, I'll endeavor to watch as many movies as I can and report my findings.

[shirtlesssammy]

4x19: Jump the Shark

Then:

John Winchester, amirite? (But seriously, that intro! Call backs to John’s parenting, hunting, Sam going darkside, Dean’s “If I didn’t know you, I would want to hunt you.”)

Now:

We open with a woman being chased through the halls of her house. She barricades herself in her bedroom with her armoire. Whatever evil is outside her room, it can’t get her now and she sits down on her bed. YOINK! Something drags her under! As she tries to scramble away, she knocks over her bedside table, and a picture of John Winchester.

Sam and Dean are in the middle of nowhere.

Sam is busy with personal care, using his little purple toothbrush. Dean wakes hungry, but only finds one very spoiled tuna sandwich. (Dean looks so little in the leather jacket here! And he’s an adorable bean, too!) One of John’s phone rings. The person, Adam Milligan, is looking for John, and Dean informs him that John’s been dead for over two years. It’s then that Adam reveals that he’s John’s son. Cue super zoom on Dean!

The brothers head to Windom, Minnesota to meet their so-called brother, specifically at Cousin Oliver’s Diner (Oh, Jerry Wanek, never change!) As Sam listed every real thing about Adam Milligan, Dean is stocking up on every kind of monster hunting weapon they have. Something tells me Dean’s not buying it. In fact, he thinks Adam is possessed by a demon or is a shapeshifter.

Once inside, Dean swaps regular water for holy water and the silverware with silverware. Sam shows Dean an entry in John’s journal that placed him in Minnesota about 9 months before Adam was born.

Adam walks in and joins the brothers. He inquires into how they knew John. Awkward. He asks how John died. “On the job.” “He was a mechanic, right?” And Dean, always the helpful older brothers adds, “A car fell on him.” Hostile Dean is a fun Dean.

Adam drinks the holy water and doesn’t react. So, not a demon. Sam asks why he was trying to contact John, and while Dean pulls his gun under the table (lol, boy), Adam tells them that his mom is missing. Dean wants to know more about how well Adam knew John. Not that well, actually. He met him when he was 12 and didn’t know much more than his name. But “when John heard he had a son, he raced to town. He dropped everything. He drove all night.” Oof, please stop talking, Adam. But. He continues to tell Sam and Dean about John visiting him and teaching him poker and pool and buying him his first beer and teaching him how to drive on his ‘67 Impala. I can’t tell if Dean is more offended by these stories or the fact that all his monster detecting traps aren’t working. Dean calls him a liar, but Adam can prove it all.

Cut to Adam’s house, and Dean holding a picture of John and Adam at a baseball game. I MEAN JOHN WINCHESTER, great non-parenting of Adam and all, BUT YOU’RE THE ACTUAL WORST. While Dean reconciles with the existential crisis of having the worst parent ever, Sam cuts to the heart of the matter and finds out more about Adam’s missing mom.

Dean takes a half look around the house and Sam contacts the police and does a little research. In 1990, there were 17 graves robbed. These sweet summer boys don’t know what John was hunting though. A month ago, the corpse-snatching started up again.

Dean then notices scratch marks coming from under the bed. They move it to reveal a vent. They rock-paper-scissors to see who’ll go down it. OH DEAN.

He heads into the vent where he finds blood, and a whole lot more blood and the remains of human remains.

Later at the motel, Adam bursts in wanting to know who Sam and Dean are. They apparently told him to call the cops but they’re skipping town. Adam, proving to be as smart as his two brothers (but maybe not as quick), says, “You’re not mechanics.” Sam breaks first and tells Adam that they’re hunters. Sam proceeds to fill his younger brother in on the family business. Adam accepts it and wants to know how to help. Dean is livid about the whole situation.

He wants Adam left out of the hunt. He then storms out after telling Sam to babysit the kid. SO much to unpack here.

Sam gets to play big brother for once and starts to show Adam about proper gun handling and maintenance.

Dean checks out the desecrated tombs. And then he heads to a local bar.

For Local Bar Science:

The bartender pegs him as a Fed right away. He asks about one of the missing people. It turns out he was her husband. She tells Dean that her husband was a deputy for a while, and even worked the grave robbing case back in 1990. He worked the case with a little help from a “specialist” and that “they took care of what done it.”

Back at the motel Sam shows Adam the basics of gun care (brotherly bonding….aw?) when suddenly the lights go out. There are strange noises in the vents of the room, so Sam and Adam race outside for Adam’s truck. At the edge of the truck, something grabs Sam’s ankle and hauls him to the ground. Sam’s about to get sucked down beneath the car when Dean arrives and scares off whatever was trying to take Sam. When they move Adam’s truck, an open sewer grate is revealed.

Dean and Sam piece together the basic case details: whatever’s attacking people is targeting individuals connected with the old case from the ‘90’s. “He wants revenge,” Adam notes.

Back at Adam’s house, it’s domestic protection time! They tell Adam to pack a bag so they can drop him off at Bobby’s house. Sam’s not so sure that’s the best tactic. They’ve got Adam - what the creature wants. “We could train him,” Sam says. “Get him ready.” Dean’s moderately horrified at this plan but Adam, lurking at the edge of the kitchen, agrees right away.

It’s training montage time! In a quiet wooded area, Sam teaches Adam how to shoot a gun while Dean looks on disapprovingly. In Adam’s kitchen, Sam teaches him how to untangle monster lore. “Being a hunter isn’t a job, Adam,” Sam imparts gravely. “It’s life.” Sam is...clearly so into his teacher / big brother role. (Cries about future plotlines.) Sam tells Adam that personal connections are weaknesses in the hunting life. Dean looks on with even more disapproval until he finally breaks and hauls Sam aside. The speech Sam was giving Adam is the same one that John gave Sam right before he left for Stanford. Oh MAN.  

Sam defends his John-script snatching, because now he knows the truth about the hunting life. Sam believes that the fact that they never had a picket-fence-childhood shaped them into who they are today: strong hunters. I mean, that’s TECHNICALLY accurate. Dean only agrees with the superficial details of that, though. It’s too late for them, Dean contends, but Adam still has a chance at a normal life. What a depressingly fatalistic way of expressing that, Dean Bean.

This cuts to the heart of the episode:

Sam: What makes Adam so special?

Dean: What, are you jealous of the kid?

Sam: Are YOU?

Oh, knife to the heart, Sam! Sam continues to insist that Adam’s apple pie life with dad was an illusion. The reality of the world is cold, dark, and full of monsters that want to destroy them. “Dad didn’t have a choice with us,” Dean argues - ever the John apologist, but Adam has a chance at a BETTER life. Stay tuned for my 8,000 word essay on John’s parenting choices. This episode makes me so sad for just...everyone involved.

As a result of this conversation, Dean makes it his personal mission to destroy the thing that’s coming after Adam so he can have that good life again.

Dean heads to the cemetery alone, finding broken crypts and cracked stones. In the gloom, he locates a loose stone which leads to a tunnel into the ground. Ugh, Dean, don’t go in there! Noooo!

Dean hauls himself through and into an old, ornate crypt scattered with bones. (Side note: what is UP with this fancy cemetery?) He finds a bloodied limb and a pair of glasses from the missing bartender. A noise crackles through the narrow tunnel and Dean shoots blindly into it, collapsing the tunnel. Ooops! He checks his phone. No signal. We are blessed with not one, but TWO “Son of a bitch!” outbursts.

At Adam’s house, Sam lays down salt lines and seals up the ventilation shafts - all except the one that was under his mom’s bed. Now there’s only one way into the house - through the creepy tunnel!

They hear a noise elsewhere in the dark house. “Mom!” Adam shouts, then breaks out running through the house. His mom stands in the kitchen. She just got away! She’s alive! Hooray?

Not hooray, Sam tells Adam. The woman standing there isn’t his mother. Sam levels a shotgun at her.

In the crypt, Dean’s still trapped. He starts looking through the crypt again, opening a recently disturbed coffin. Inside he finds the body of Adam’s mom, torn apart and stowed neatly out of sight.

Back at the house, Adam insists that his mom is really alive. Oh dear. Adam grabs the shotgun and Sam urges him to shoot her, shoot her she’s not human!

Adam suddenly smirks. “I know,” he says just before he knocks Sam out with the butt of the rifle. OH DEAR.

Cut back to Dean who opens another coffin and discovers Adam’s torn body. Dean puts two and two together, and starts to throw everything he has into breaking out of the crypt. He spots a stained glass window at the top of the room. An escape hatch!

Sam wakes up tied and taped to the dinner table. “You’re ghouls,” he realizes. The fresh kills aren’t the usual ghoul MO, so they didn’t think of them as suspects. Ghouls, as it turns out, take the form of their last meal and absorb their thoughts and memories as well. (Honestly, ghoul physiology is just fascinating. Please look forward to my white paper on the subject.)

The two ghouls tell Sam that the ghoul John Winchester had killed in the 90’s wasn’t a monster - he had never killed anyone. He only ate dead bodies. I mean...I know I have differing views of human remains than other people, but I really feel for that dead ghoul - killed for eating buried remains. The hunter that killed him was definitely a monster, in the two ghouls’ eyes.

Dean ingeniously finds his way out of the crypt by breaking an ornate stained glass skylight and then uses a bar pried from a coffin as a pull-up bar to haul himself out. Daaaaaamn that’s some fine body-weight lifting, mmmkay?

Back at the Milligan house, the two ghouls slowly slurp Sam’s blood and reminisce about their fatherless childhoods. The two ghouls are siblings and grew up alone thanks to John Winchester. They grew tired of feeding off of random graveyard takings and started up their revenge banquet. They take pleasure in telling Sam about Adam’s tortured death just before slicing open Sam’s veins.

Dean arrives just in time. A shotgun blast takes out one sibling and then it’s just fake-Adam against Dean. Sam’s blood drains quickly while Dean fights him one on one. He bashes fake-Adam’s head in and then frees Sam, wrapping cloth around the deep cuts. “That’s what family’s for,” Dean says in response to Sam’s muttered “thank you.”

Dean and Sam give Adam a hunter’s funeral. He was their brother, Dean reasons, even if he never knew about them. Sam suggests calling Cas and asking for him to resurrect Adam. (Which is a WHOLE BIG concept to unpack.) Dean turns that down, though. Adam’s in a better place now. (Which is pretty sensible, if you consider the looming apocalypse.)

As Adam’s body burns, Dean says, “You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much. You two were practically the same person. I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sam says.

“You take it any way you want,” Dean says, over a metric ton of buried trauma.

Natasha: Watching this through season 14 eyes, it feels SO cathartic to claim Dean as “Mary’s son.”

John Winchester’s Secret Family of Quotes:

One sip of Jesus juice, this evil bitch is gonna be in a world of hurt.

This is a trap.

Now I’m thinking about Dad-sex. Stop talking.

What'd Dad do with you on your birthday?

Why didn’t I throw paper?

Godzilla's just a movie.

He’s a Winchester. He’s already cursed.

The only thing you can count on is family.

We are what we eat.

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[adammilligan]

also i think if adam did become a bartender like he wanted he WOULD eventually have to deal with the drunk customers that get a little too handsy and honestly. you gotta feel bad for the dude. because he's gonna have to be trying to deal with them at the same time he's gonna be dealing with michael getting ferociously indignant over it

[budget-katsuki]

Send me numbers and I'll write a fanfic for them!

Characters

Dean Winchester

Dean Smith/Demon Dean/Angel Dean /Future Dean/Female Dean

Joanna Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Bobby Singer

Sam Winchester/Sam Wesson/Soulless Sam/Female Sam/Boyking Sam

Castiel

Castiel Milton/Castiel Novak/Castiel Krushnic/Castiel Winchester

Jimmy Novak (twin to only Castiel Novak)

Cassie (Dean love interest from Route 666)

Lisa and Ben Braeden

Madison (Sams werewolf love interest)

Jessica Moore

Amelia (s8 year without Dean)

Eileen Leahy

Alastair

Meghan Masters (brown hair only)

Anna Milton

Alfie

Fergus "Crowley" MacLeod

Rowena MacLeod

Jody Mills

Donna Hanscum

Kaia Neives

Claire Novak

Patience

Missouri Moseley

Alex

Adam Milligan

Zachariah

Uriel

Chuck Shurley

Charlie Bradbury

Mary Winchester

John Winchester

Kevin Tran

Linda Tran

Michael

Lucifer

Gabriel

Raphael

Naomi

Ezekiel

Gadreel

Anael

Benny Lafitte

Ruby

Asmodeus

Dagon

AU

Hunters

Detectives

Doctors

Mechanics

Prostitutes

Army

Photographer

Punk

High School

College

Priest

Veterinarian

FBI

Bartender

Musician

YouTuber

Boxer/MMA fighter

Witness protection/bodyguard

Fireman

Basketball player

Coffee shop

Famous actor

Place

Stanford

Palo Alto, California

Lawrence, Kansas

Lebanon, Kansas

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Bunker

Motel

Impala

A house

School

Bonus!

Drug Addict Sam

Demon blood

Knive play

Gun play

Ship!

Destiel

Wincestiel

Wincest

Megstiel

Meg/Dean/Cas

Meg/Jimmy/Cas

Sabriel

Mean

Dreamhunter (Kaia and Claire)

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

You'll Never Meet Another Me

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QNCsRpL by KippieHValentine Gabriel spends most of his days at the record shop, selling vinyls to hipsters and old metalheads. His favorite customer, though, is Samuel Winchester, a local law student and regular customers. He's always had eyes for the man, even commenting to his brother Castiel about him (or more so his looks) more than once. So, when Sam invites him to his brother's (Dean's) birthday party, he decides to go. That night, however, he feels like he's being watched... And then things really took a turn for the weird. Words: 8789, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Law Student Sam Winchester, Retail Worker Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel and Gabriel are Siblings (Supernatural), Human Gabriel (Supernatural), Human Castiel (Supernatural), Mechanic Dean Winchester, Idiots in Love, Stalking, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Manipulation, Gabriel doesn't handle stalking like a normal person would, Slow Burn, Slow Build, No beta we die like Crowley, Bartender Castiel (Supernatural), adam is briefly mentioned read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QNCsRpL

[ao3feeddestiel]

You'll Never Meet Another Me

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Lf0ESeK by KippieHValentine Gabriel spends most of his days at the record shop, selling vinyls to hipsters and old metalheads. His favorite customer, though, is Samuel Winchester, a local law student and regular customers. He's always had eyes for the man, even commenting to his brother Castiel about him (or more so his looks) more than once. So, when Sam invites him to his brother's (Dean's) birthday party, he decides to go. That night, however, he feels like he's being watched... And then things really took a turn for the weird. Words: 8789, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Law Student Sam Winchester, Retail Worker Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel and Gabriel are Siblings (Supernatural), Human Gabriel (Supernatural), Human Castiel (Supernatural), Mechanic Dean Winchester, Idiots in Love, Stalking, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Manipulation, Gabriel doesn't handle stalking like a normal person would, Slow Burn, Slow Build, No beta we die like Crowley, Bartender Castiel (Supernatural), adam is briefly mentioned read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Lf0ESeK

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CHARACTER STATS FRAMEWORK. please repost don’t reblog !

stats.

full name:  samuel henry winchester

nickname(s):  sam, sammy (dean only), moose

age:  22-27, generally

birthday:  may 2nd, 1983

species:  demon blooded human

nationality:  american 

gender:  transgender male

preferred pronoun(s):  he/him/his

romantic orientation:  panromantic

sexual orientation:  pansexual

religion:  belief in a higher power

occupation:  hunter, occasional bartender

status:  active

fandom:  supernatural based but very much cross/multi fandom, i trust like 6 people in this fandom

face claim(s):  colin ford, jared padalecki

relationships

parents:  john winchester, father, deceased; mary winchester nee campbell, mother, deceased

siblings:  dean winchester, brother; adam milligan, brother, deceased

family:  sam and deanna campbell, grandfather and grandmother, deceased; emma, niece, deceased; an unnamed uncle on mary’s side, deceased

significant other(s):  dependent on time period. known love interests include jess, madi, brady, max, and ruby

children:  none by birth, later adopts magda peterson

closest friends:  castiel

rivals:  sam doesn’t really maintain rivalries 

enemies: above

physical traits

eye color(s):  hazel

hair color(s):  brown

height:  6 ft 5

body build:  athletic,  muscular but not incredibly muscular, bony, slim. sorta gangly. very lanky in youth

notable physical traits:  sam doesn’t think theres anything very special about him physically. his height is often pointed out. he also has very emotive eyes

phobias and diseases

phobia(s):  clowns, literally anything regarding lucifer

mental disease(s):  diseases?? disorders. he has ptsd, social and general anxiety, depression, and possible avpd 

when and how was this diagnosed?  none of them have been diagnosed professionally

physical disease(s):  permanent brain damage,  possibly type 2 diabetes 

when was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?  brain damage has been a result of repetitive constant physical trauma on the job, type 2 diabetes is congenital 

personality

usual mood/expression:  calm, slightly flat, a little anxious maybe

moral alignment:  between neutral good and true neutral

jung:  infj, the advocate. 

enneagram:   6 9 2 / the loyalist, the peacemaker, the helper

four temperaments:  a mix of melancholic and phlegmatic 

hogwarts house:  ravenclaw with a touch of all the other houses

top five tropes:  oh do i have some fucking tropes for you my dude.  action dad, action survivor, adorkable, all loving hero, all of the other raindeer, always second best, and i must scream, anti anti christ, apocalypse maiden, apologizes a lot, the atoner, badass adorable, badass bookworm, badass pacifist, badass gay, bad dreams, bad powers good people, bash brothers, became their own antithesis, because destiny says so,  being good sucks, berserk button, beware the nice ones, big little brother, black sheep, brains and brawn, bratty teenage son, broken bird, brutal honesty, can’t stay normal, cartwright curse, the chewtoy, child prodigy, the chosen one, cosmic plaything, crouching scholar hidden badass, daddy had a good reason to abandon you, deadpan snarker, defeating the undefeatable, demonic possession, death seeker, despair event horizon, determined defeatist, doom magnet, driven to suicide, face death with dignity, fanboy, friend to all children, generation xerox, good is not soft,  he who fights monsters, heroism wont pay the bills, hot blooded, i am a monster, i am not left handed, i can still fight!, i just want to be normal, in the blood, knight templar little brother, little miss badass, living emotional crutch, love martyr, nerves of steel, the only one, parental abandonment, puppy dog eyes,  rape as drama,  red oni blue oni, refusal of the call, reassigned to the call, screw destiny, shell shocked veteran, submissive badass, survivor guilt, teens are short, thicker than water, thousand yard stare, tragic hero, undying loyalty,

five prominent traits:   adaptable, defiant, adventurous, clever, creative, daring, energetic, free-thinking, open, observant, skillful,  deceptive, neutral, sarcastic,  blunt, stubborn, compassionate, tough, (self)-destructive, addictive, protective, good-natured, independent, enthusiastic, brutal, calculating, criminal, clean, sensitive, gentle, considerate, meddlesome, neurotic, moody.

misc

skills:  most of this is related to hunting. excellent shot, can hotwire cars, can create makeshift EMFS. good at lockpicking, computer hacking. intelligent, academically learned. also capable of exorcising demons with his mind at certain points in his life.

hobbies:  used to enjoy playing soccer, attending community theater (both as an actor and as audience),

element:  both fire and earth.

animal:  everyone calls sam ‘moose’, but i associate him with a work ox.  yknow. steady, reliable, big.

plant: i don’t know enough about plants to answer this.

anything else you want to add:  sam is a demon blooded human, and as a result, developed demon-aligned abilities as he aged. this is mostly limited to visions and minor telekinesis, but has the capability to expand tremendously. 

stats

compassion:  7/10.

empathy:  9/10.

creativity:  6/10.

mental flexibility:  7/10 .

passion / motivation:  8/10.

education:  8/10.

stamina:  8/10.

physical strength:  7/10.

battle skill:  9/10.

initiative:  7/10.

restraint:  5/10.

agility:  6/10.

strategy:   7/10.

teamwork:  6/10.

musical-rhythmic intelligence:  0/10.

visual-spatial intelligence:  8/10.

verbal-linguistic intelligence:  6/10.

logical-mathematical intelligence:  9/10.

bodily-kinesthetic intelligence:  7/10.

interpersonal intelligence:  8/10.

intrapersonal intelligence:  6/10.

existential intelligence:  6/10.

naturalistic intelligence: 4/10.