#belphegor x reader spn

[super-incorrect]

Y/n - I'm having boy problems

Belphegor - Like his dead body won't fit in my truck problems or I like him problems?

Y/n - ...I like him problems

Belphegor - Shame. I could've helped with the other one

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Belphie: Lucifer is so much bigger than you.

Mc: I could take him.

Satan: *just entering the conversation* In a fight, right?

Mc: Why would I fight Lucifer?

[gilverrwrites]

belphegor possesses jacks body, reader who is grieving jacks death finds comfort in belphegor? maybe a bit of a crush..

Close As Strangers

Belphegor/GN!Reader

Author note: I tried to keep the exact nature of Jack/Readers relationship ambiguous, so you can fill in the blank as you please. Similar with Bel/Reader, but it has very much enemies to friends/lovers vibes.

Rating: Teen +

Genre: Hurt/comfort, angst

Words: 1624

TW: Grief, arguing, manipulation, crying, very minor mentions of gore, mentions of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Please remember: You are allowed to make a big deal out of things that are really big to you.

“See something you like?” Your heart feels hollow as you watch him wiggle his Jack's brows at you. Blackened, bloody skin peeks out from the top of his sunglasses. His words, his movements, the whole thing made you feel sick.

“No.” You respond curtly, intending to stop there. You can’t help the bitter word vomit that continues. “Just you, defiling the body of someone I love.”

Belphegor inhales through his teeth in mock pain. Not a hint of sympathy or remorse. When he alters his stride to walk closer to you and drapes an arm over your shoulders, you’re too shocked by his audacity to pull away.

“You know, babe, I think I know a way to help you feel better about all this.” He says, offering you a smile that is too sharp, too smug for Jack's face.

“What?” You ask, your eyes darting back and forth between his face and his unwelcome arm.

With a gesture to his Jack's body, he answers, “You could love me.”

You scoff, ready to respond with something harsh and mean, but when you look at his face again, his expression has changed. His head tilted back, chin pointed out, mouth closed and stretched into a familiar smile. There’s that empty feeling again. You know that’s not Jack, but that’s his face, his smile, and at that moment, you couldn’t snap at him like that.

Before you can think of a response, you’re both distracted by the sound of a shotgun being cocked. Dean, who had been walking a few paces behind, presses the barrel of his gun between Belphegor’s shoulder blades.

“Get your arm off them and keep walking.” It’s an empty threat, and all three of you know it.

Dean wouldn’t shoot Jacks's body any more than you could insult it. Even if he did, it wouldn’t do anything.

Regardless, Belphegor, with a smirk, releases you and picks up his pace, but not without raising those scorched brows at you one last time. “I like it when he’s bossy.”

“If we’re all gonna work together, you’ve got to shut up.” You call after him, slowing your footsteps until you fall in line with Dean.

“Awwwh, I’m starting to have an effect on you.” He calls back, refusing to give you the last word, and you concede, crossing your arms over your chest and walking in silence.

"Are you thinking about me?” The sound of Belphegor’s Jack's voice so close to your ear, the feel of his unnatural breath against your skin makes you almost jump out of your skin, makes your body tingle in a way it definitely shouldn’t have. “Is that why you're so unfocused?"

"You wish.” You retort, snapping your head to face him. Admittedly, you had been slacking off, unable to keep your mind off the chaos that had been the last few days. Particularly Jack.

Belphegor doesn’t appear offended by your response. Hands in pockets he offers you a casual shrug before stepping back and leaning against the nearest wall. The two of you were alone, guarding the back entrance of the High School. There had been a lot of debate about who would be ‘left with’ who and for what purposes. It seemed nobody wanted to leave you alone with Belphegor, but nobody else wanted to be stuck with him either.

“What were you thinking about then?” He asks.

Without processing, without thinking clearly, you reply. “You. No, I mean Jack. I was thinking about Jack.”

“Am I sensing a little Freudian slip?” That smile is back, the one that’s too much for Jack. But for a moment, you think to yourself that it actually looks attractive in a roguish sort of way.

Feeling flushed and guilty at your laps of judgement you look away. Hiding your expression. “No. It’s just… I don’t know.”

“It’s just hard to differentiate us sometimes?” He offers, in a tone much softer than you’d come to expect. You know he has self-awareness, but you’re surprised he’s showing it. When you nod your confirmation, he continues; “It must be hard. I mean, I’ve seen loads of people die, probably millions, killed most of ‘em. But no one that I ever cared about. At least, not for a loooooooong time. I don’t really remember it.”

When you hear his feet against the concrete you watch him from the corner of your eye. It only takes a few steps before he’s in your personal space again, but he’s slow and calm. His face is solemn as he gently places a hand on your shoulder. You think he’s trying to comfort you, maybe? But it all feels wrong.

“I’m just saying, I can tell the two of you had some kind of connection. If you want to talk about it, I-”

“Stop.” You shrug his hand off and turn your back to him completely.

“Stop what?” You don’t know if he’s faking it to play with you or not, but the confusion and the hint of worry in his voice, Jack's voice stings.

“Stop being nice to me.”

“Fine, maybe you didn’t care about him all that much.” The softness and uncertainty is gone in an instant, replaced with pure venom.

You’re grateful your back is to him. It takes everything in you not to spin around and go off on him. A part of you knows you’d likely lose your resolve the moment you look at him anyway; you’re inches away from the brink of tears already.

“Oh, blow me!” Is all you can muster.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Malice, all malice. It sounds so wrong.

“I’m gonna sweep the building.” This is too much, and you can’t cope. You need to clear your head. “Don’t follow me. In fact, just don’t move.”

You don’t turn to look at him as you leave, if he says anything, you don’t listen. 

You hadn’t told the Winchesters or Castiel about your spat the night before. So here you were, patrolling quarantine with Belphegor. Alone. Again. You’re certain any one of them would swap with you if you asked, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. They were hurting too. Besides, you figured after last night that Belphegor and you needed some kind of conflict resolution; you were just surprised when he broached it first.

“You haven’t insulted me all morning.” Belphegor nudges your shoulder with his own, and you can’t help the quiet chuckle that escapes you. “What’s up?”

“No… Yeah.” You’re not really sure what to say, so you offer him the only thing you know for sure. “My head is a mess right now.”

“I know.” He gives you that relaxed shrug you’ve begun to associate with him. There’s no way of knowing how earnest he’s being, but he seems surprisingly understanding, for a demon at least. “This whole situation is a mess, and you’re grieving. Can’t blame you.”

“Thanks. And thank you for helping us.” You smile at him, it’s a weak smile, but he smiles back and that tingle from last night returns. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“I know one way you can make it up to me.” You hold your breath in apprehension. Certain he was about to spoil the moment. “You can talk to me.”

Still tense from your moment of dread, you respond immediately and defensively, “We are talking.”

Clearly unbothered by your cautious reply, Belphegor goes on, “You can talk to me about Jack. It's not good to keep it all bottled up.”

You feel bad for assuming the worst. You’ve felt bad for a long time. How good would it feel to get some of that off your chest? How easy would it be to talk to Jack about it? Only, this isn’t Jack. This is Belphegor, who, for all his apparent kindness, is still a stranger. A dangerous stranger.

“I really don’t think I can do that.” The tingle on your skin is gone, replaced by the ever-lingering emptiness.

“Why?” The familiar venom creeps back into his tone.

“Because y-” As much as you want to tell him it’s because you can’t trust him, you don’t. You can't afford to lose his assistance right now. “Why do you want me to?”

“Oh what? Because I’m a demon I can’t care about you? Is that it? I find that offensive.” There’s a tinge of humour in his voice, but you’re still shocked by how accurately he hit the hammer on the nail. So shocked, in fact, that your only response is to stare at him slack-jawed. “You don’t have to be strong and good all the time, you know? Let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you.”

He stops his strides, forcing you to halt with him and turns to look at you straight on, jaw clenched as he impatiently waits for you to say something. Anything.

In that moment, with explicit permission to be vulnerable, the tears you’d held back last night, the tears you’d been holding back for a long time, finally come out. It starts slow, a tear rolls down each cheek, and you sniff to try and hold them back. You press your jacket sleeve to your eyes, but for every tear you soak up, another falls, until you’re heart-pounding, blurry-eyed sobbing.

When you feel Belphegor’s cold hands on you, you don’t pull away. You let him come close, you let him cup your face and use his thumb to wipe your tears, you let him guide you until you're chest-to-chest, your face cradled in the crook of his neck, you let him caress your neck and rub your back. You let him Jack lean down to whisper in your ear. “It’s okay. I’m here, don’t worry.”

[heaven-s-black-box]

The Butterfly, The Flower, The Spider- Jack x fem!Reader x Belphegor

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Recovery date: January 16th, 2021

Description: Where Jack and Belphegor fall for the same girl.

Notes: This entry was decoded in conjunction with d3stined_to_explode from research lab Ao3, using the song "The Butterfly, the flower, the spider" covered by Enn Sings.

Word count: 1 022

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Though we may lose ourselves in our futile feelings and end up hurting each other, oh merciful goddess of love, please don’t crush this love, simply for your amusement. By chance, I happened to hear that familiar singing voice from my boyhood. That’s how fate had brought me once again to my  beloved from the distant past.

Jack didn’t visit earth often. He’d meant it when he told the Winchesters he wouldn’t be directly involved with the world, that he would be everywhere and nowhere. But that didn’t mean he could observe in person. After all, the best way to get something done was to do it yourself.

He was waiting for a light to change when the sound of someone humming caught his attention. 

Normally, he wouldn’t pay any attention to it, but it sounded so familiar he couldn’t help but investigate.

Turning the corner he found a young woman curled up under a tree quietly humming to herself. Jack found himself frozen in shock, he hadn’t expected her to be here. 

In a single moment, my heart was captured by that unfamiliar face. Ever so quietly, I trapped you, my dancing butterfly in the web of my threads.

“Hi, I’m Belphegor.” He smiled as he gave a small wave.

He watched the anger overcome the Winchester’s and Castiel’s faces. But what really caught his eye was the young woman sitting in the corner clutching her side.

Like the treacherous spider threads trapping their prey while it’s completely unaware, I’m getting my hands on your beautiful wings, my butterfly, still fluttering around so innocently.

“Here, let me help,” Belphegor says, watching as Y/N tries to dress her stab wound by herself.

She glares up at him, but doesn’t pull away.

The other three were off trying to keep the townspeople from panicking, and call in some back ups. Belphegor had followed her when she left to fix her wound.

As carefully as he could, he wasn’t really used to dressing wounds, he stitched her side up and tapped a gauze pad in place.

“Thanks,” she murrumurred.

“No problem sweet heart,” he smiled. 

I’ve got you, now that you’ve been trapped in the shimmering threads of my love. Putting a kiss on the scales of your trembling wings, I tied you up gently, ever so gently.

“Can’t sleep?”

Belphegor bit back a laugh as Y/N jumped, spilling her water on the counter, and turned to glare at him.

“No, I want to be up at,” she checked her watch, “ 3 a.m.”

“No need to bite my head off.” He leaned back against the counter and watched her down what he assumed was advil. “So… wanna talk about it?”

“Why do you care?” She asked, finally snapping.

He’d been following her all day, and while she didn’t particularly hate it, it worried her. Who knew what he was plotting? Not to mention it was a very Jack thing to do, and he was very much not Jack.

Whenever she turned to see him behind her, or at her side, a part of her thought it was Jack there. 

“Because,” he stepped over to her and tilted her chin up. Leaning forwards, he whispered, “this is fun.”

“…I’m not letting you away, do you know that?”

Closing the distance, he kissed her.

And Y/N couldn’t find it in herself to pull away.

The foolish captured butterfly, unable to run away, can only fall deeper into the  trap. Oh merciful goddess of the moon, please don’t bring the night to an end, simply for  your amusement.

Holding her wrist, Belphegor pulls Y/N back to where she’d been sleeping. 

His hold was light, and she could step away if she wanted to. But maybe it was Jack’s face that made her stay. Or maybe it was her own heart. Either way, she followed silently with no resistance.

Y/N fell asleep that night, with Belphegor holding her close. It’s one of the most peaceful nights she’s had in a long time.

My feelings for him keep growing stronger, but I can  only whisper them to myself, like a prayer. The fleeting dream of my first love has been  completely crushed.

That night, she dreams of the bunker and Jack. She dreams of movie marathons and late night baking sprees because he doesn’t sleep and she isn’t tired. But most importantly, she dreams of a happiness she never thought she’d feel and a sense of normality.

The next morning, she wakes up alone with dried tears staining her cheeks.

Like a flower that can only wait in silence for the  butterfly to descend on it, the only thing I can do is to look at you from afar, my  butterfly, as you flutter around so sweetly. Despite the urge to talk to her, Jack stays away.

Instead, he looks around and spots an ice cream cart. Quickly making his way over, he orders a twist cone and takes a seat on one of the stone walls nearby.

Looking up, he notices that Y/N isn’t alone. He then realized she hadn’t been humming to herself, but rather the young boy now sound asleep on her lap.

You’re like a butterfly that has gracefully descended on my budding flower of love, and you’ve captured  my heart. Drunken on the fragrance of the nectar you took  from me, I burn for you, though it’s only in secret.

Both Jack and Y/N are unaware of the second pair of eyes watching her.

Across from Jack, Belphegor leans back on a tree branch. 

He’d recently been revived, though he didn’t think anyone knew. And with the current state of hell, that was to say it was much too peaceful for his taste, he’d decided to explore the world.

That had led him here, to somewhere in Canada, where he’d picked up on some rumors of a familiar hunter. It hadn’t taken him long to find Y/N from there.

Both the nephilim and demon sat in an odd sense of serenity as they watched the person with the key to their hearts.

“…I love you.”

[randoms-fandoms]

SPN request info!

Ships I’ll write for

❤️Dean x Castiel

❤️Sam x Castiel

❤️Sam x Eileen

❤️Dean x Lisa

❤️Sam x Rowena

❤️Sam x Gabriel

❤️Dean x Donna

❤️Charlie x Jo

❤️Benny x Dean

❤️Dean x Crowley

❤️Kevin x Belphegor

❤️Bobby x Crowley

ships I won’t write for

💔Sam x Lucifer

💔Dean x Michael

💔Angel x Angel ships

Characters I’ll write “x reader”s for (can be romantic or otherwise)

💕Dean Winchester

💕Sam Winchester

💕Castiel

💕Lucifer

💕Crowley

💕Benny Lafitte

💕Adam Milligan

💕Kevin Tran

💕Jack Kline

💕Rowena MacLeod

💕Charlie Bradbury

Other things I don’t wanna do

🚫later seasons/post show is off the table— I have a bad memory, i don’t remember anything that happened in season 15

🚫Demon Dean

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Hello! 👋🏻 Here is where you can find all of my Supernatural works 😊 Do not post my works anywhere else, translated or otherwise! 18+ only!

NSFW = 🔞

Slightly NSFW- 👀

Angst = 🥀

Fluff = 🧸

Personal Favorite = ⭐️

(Includes all the SPN characters I write for; non-bold ones are upcoming)

How You Meet

You Start Hanging Out

Another Teammate Finds Out They Like You

They Get Jealous (pre-dating)

You Get Jealous (pre-dating)

Watching A Movie Together (pre-dating)

They Walk In On You Changing (pre-dating)

You Walk In On Them Changing (pre-dating)

When You Cry (pre-dating)

When They Cry (pre-dating)

They Tell You They Like You

First Date

First Kiss

How You Cuddle

They Walk In On You 👀

You Walk In On Them 👀

First Time 🔞

Dean Winchester

ghost of you 🥀🧸⭐️

somewhere in my car 🥀🔞

Sam Winchester

your guilty pleasure (lucifer!sam) 🥀🔞

Castiel Novak

Jack Kline

no place like you 🥀🧸

Joanna "Jo" Harvelle

Meg Masters

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena Macleod

Adam Milligan

Mick Davies

Ruby

Gabriel

Lucifer

Gadreel

Michael

Belphegor

[hoodieofcampbell]

Belphegor while holding a mans heart: got a heart!

Y/n: Mine definetly..

Belphegor: What?

Y/n: what?

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

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(What even is sleep???)

[chevyimpala67-sisters]

Belphegor: "I'll go with her!"

You: "No!"

Belphegor: " Feisty, I like it."

You: "Sad, I don't like you!"

Belphegor: "Oh, but those eyes, you send me? I thought we had a thing?"

You: "What a thing? You possess the body of Jack who I love."

Belphegor: "Oh. ...Well, it is kinda the same, right?"

You: "No! It's not!"

[random-fangirl-13]

SPN SPOILERS

He had been staring at you since for the past half hour and you were slowly going nuts. It didn’t help that he was in your best friend’s meat suit. It actually did quite the opposite. You missed Jack, despite all of his huge and recent mistakes. The fact that Belphegor was using Jack’s dead body made it extremely hard to even look at him. 

You also tried to hint that you wanted nothing to do with him, but you couldn’t help but laugh at some of the jokes he had made, which ultimately sent the wrong message. It’s not your fault that he has a sense of humour. It was also pretty embarrassing when you’d look at him and your laughter would turn into crying hysterically because he looks like your recently deceased best friend. 

You were walking back to the Impala after getting yourself and your dad a coffee from one of the shops in town. Neither of you had gotten much sleep since Chuck decided to free all of the souls from hell. Unfortunately for Dean, he was stuck listening to the demon gush about you, his daughter.

“Look at them now!” Belphegor said when you punched a random pedestrian who was harassing you. You were fascinating and gorgeous. You were nothing like the human he used to know when he was human. You were tough, smart, and you could talk in complete sentences.

“What?” Your dad asked. He was not only confused about what the demon was talking about, but he was also not in the mood to talk.

“Y/N.” He clarified. “She’s amazing... and hot.” 

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that!” 

“Why?”, He asked. What was so bad about complimenting somebody.  “it’s a compliment and it’s true.”

“Let me give you some advice. One, you don’t talk about someone like that to their parent. It just makes them want to shoot you. Second, stay the hell away from her. I don’t need her hanging around some demon.”

“Right, because letting her hunt monsters is much safer,” Belphegor said sarcastically. 

Opening the passenger door, you hand your dad his coffee. He thanked you before he began to sip on it. You were about to take a sip of yours when you felt somebody staring at you again.

“Are you staring at me?” You asked, hoping that you were wrong. 

“Yeah, why?” He answered casually. You saw your dad spit a bit of his coffee out before glaring at Belphegor.

“It’s kind of considered rude these days.” You said as you turned in your seat to look at him.

“Sorry. You're just really good-looking.” 

“Hey!” Your dad yelled. “Did you not hear a word I was telling you.” Were they talking about you while you were out? You turned back in your seat to face the window so that you wouldn’t have to look at the demon or your dad.

“Just because you gave me advice doesn’t mean I have to take it.”

You tried to stop it, but a blush rose to your cheeks and you found yourself fighting a light smile. What the hell is going on? Although you didn’t want to, you found yourself liking the demon a little more.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Your dad said when he looked at you. After this, he’s really going to need a drink.

[busylickingsatansballs]

Cherry nougat crunch

Ship: Jack kline X Belphegor X reader

Warnings: not romantic so none I don't think.. maybe some romance if you squint.. and turn your head 135 degrees to the right.

Plot: Jack wants ice-cream for dinner, Belphegor does not.

A/N: I was drinking wine when this came to me, I'm really into the whole 'twin' thing between Belphegor and jack lately. It's kind of silly and I hope you enjoy!

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Looking at them made you feel queasy.

Like too much tequila on an empty stomach.

Or looking too long in a fun house mirror which showed you the highest and lowest points of your life.

All you could hear was their petulant bickering as you relaxed against the kitchen counter to better observe the pair.

The bunker was emptier than usual.

The boys on a long hunt leaving you reluctantly in charge of the gruesome twosome, much to the dismay of Belphegor who claimed he was "much too old" to be babysat.

Yet you'd noticed how he made no move to try and make himself scarce.

"I'm older so you have to listen to me" Belphegor snaps childishly and if you didn't know better you'd almost suspect he was alot younger than he'd originally led you to believe.

Jack looks perplexed, head tilted like a confused puppy as he carefully mulls over his next few sentences.

You can't fight the eye roll as Jack leans back in his chair eyes lighting up like a child at Christmas.

He was clearly pleased with whatever comeback he'd thought of for the centuries old demon wearing his face.

Belphegor shoots you a dirty look over his infamous sunglasses and you fail to hide your surprise that he'd even noticed your little eye trick at all.

But you suspected Belphegor saw alot more than he was letting on these days.

They were an amusing sight to behold.

Very beautiful and if you didn't know what lurks beneath, you could almost fool yourself into believing they were both angels.

Luckily you weren't fooled and you did know better.

Golden locks even the sun would envy and the power of the ocean behind the stunning blue orbes they were both lucky enough to posses.

There was no denying their appeal...

Well one of them anyway.

"But you're also a demon who manipulated my friends and stole my original body" Jack utters cooly.

The hell prince raises his brows but Jack's gaze doesn't waver and you can't help but wonder just how badly he wants that ice-cream.

"Fine ice cream for dinner" he back-pedals.

Thankful the demon had caved Jack turns to you. "I want cherry nougat crunch" beaming brightly as he does.

You try to avoid Belphagors scandalised gaze almost like he'd expected you to say no as you smile fondly at the nephilim.

"Dean says you're not suppose to have favourites." Bel remarks.

Which you can't deny is true but you also know how Cas constantly fussed over his giant sized angel boy.

"Careful you almost sound jealous" you fire back without missing a beat.

Belphegor scoffs and you swear you catch the tips of his ears turning pink.

Mumbling something unintelligible he takes his leave from the kitchen soon after.

Probably to find some other poor unfortunate soul to torment, who could be sure?

"Don't expect me to rub your stomach when you get sick again" he shouts without turning back.

Ignoring the demons sulky behaviour you beam back at the nephilim, moving to retrieve the ice-cream with a sigh.

It was going to be one hell of a week.

[bowties-and-warlocks]

Belphegor

Spoilers Ahead

So this idiot.

Idk how feel about this.

Reasons I kinda like it:

He's hilarious

Alex stays on the show before they bring Jack back(not necessarily alive sadly)

"Bad. Bad ghost."

Reasons I hate this:

He stole Jacks body

He cause the line "He was our kid." to be uttered.

Our cinnamon roll's body deserves respect

Dammit it's another demon we have to deal with

The way Cas acts b/c of this(tho tbh it's a little bit....idk)

So yeah that's how this is. There's a post somewhere about the background of this name. Idk if the show will use it but we'll see fam.

Also I loooove this.

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[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mc: How do you keep an idiot waiting?

Belphie: I don't know, how?

Mc: I'll tell you later.

Belphie: Okay...

[30 mins later]

Belphie: Wait a damn second...

[gilverrwrites]

Their Perfect Dates HCs [Demon Edition]

Well.. demons + Benny

Rating: General

Angel Edition | Human Edition

Please remember: you can do hard things!

Belphegor

No gift, he’s from a time before that was a thing and does not care enough to check what the current trends are.

If you ask nice enough, he might bring you something next time.

Weirdly obsessed with humans however. (Just not in a ‘I wanna be like them’ way)

Find a cafe with outdoor seating in a highly populated area, and people watch.

Laugh at his jokes, and don’t be precious over your food/drink cause he’s gonna help himself.

‘Hot, not, not, HOT, extra hot.’ ‘This is so good, have you tried this?’ ‘It was yours? Oh shit, sorry. At least you have good taste… in multiple ways’ (he’d wink at you then, if he could.) ‘Ew have those pants ever in fashion?’ ‘Haha, did you see that kid face plant the side walk?! Get rekt’

Benny

He’s an old traditional man really, he’ll bring you a bouquet of daisies. Legitimately, if he could, he would ask your father for permission to take you out.

Cooking as has always been, and continues to be a big part of Benny's personality.

It doesn’t matter that the food no longer sustains him, because it keeps him connected to his home, and his history.

Plus, the way to any person's heart is through their stomach,

You’ll be in the kitchen together, cooking gumbo or jambalaya, and bananas foster for dessert.

If you don’t know how to cook, don’t worry. Benny is gonna take the lead anyway, he’ll teach you as much as you think you can handle.

He’s very respectful, but if you just so happen to brush against each other while working in the same space, well, that just can be helped now can it?

Or if you’re slightly in his way, sometimes he just needs to rest a gentle but firm hand on your hip and guide you to the side.

Or if you accidentally get something on your cheek? Your lip? He’ll have to get that for you.

Crowley

I’m picturing a rustic but sophisticated cabin in the woods.

Somewhere private, a safe space just for the two of you.

Something with a big, roaring fireplace.

A big, plush, velvety sofa, and an array of fluffy blankets, pillows, furs, rugs.

A fully stocked bar. ‘Don’t worry darling, you won’t have to lift a finger.’ He or a lesser demon will make all your drinks for you.

Just some real, 1 on 1 quality time together where you can both be vulnerable.

Whether you spend all night in deep conversation, cuddling, or getting even more intimate is your choice.

Meg

Would forget to bring you a gift, but if it goes well, she’ll likely give you one of her many pieces of jewelry, ‘Whatever you like most hun, just take it.’

I feel like she would actually really enjoy something creative, the messier the better.

Like finding a big open space, lowering the lights, laying down a big canvas, cracking open a bottle, and getting busy with some paints.

No brushes, just hands (or other body parts if you like).

Rowena

Gracing you with her presence is gift enough.

If anything, you should be bringing her a gift. Jewelry is always best, but she will settle for roses or red wine.

Rowena knows her worth, and if you don’t, then don’t waste her time.

She deserves nothing less than to be wined and dined somewhere very nice.

Followed by a show. The ballet or the opera.

Just imagine, the both of you dressed to the nines. Holding hands over the table, good food and drink, Rowena sharing stories from her time on earth.

Coffee or dessert? Both. Please and thank you.

Ruby

Would bring you candy, but you have to share.

Also a big foodie, but more eating, less cooking.

Like a street food market, or a boardwalk.

You can compete on the water guns and ring toss games to win each other prizes.

She’s only letting you win if there is something in it for her. – Particularly a prize that she wants.

Regardless of who wins what, you’re gonna be the one carrying everything.

Then stop at every food stand on the way.

Bonus points for somewhere that has proper french fries in large portions.

Afterwards, you can chat at the end of the peer, and/or make out under it. 

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Butterflies- Jack/Belphegor x Fem!Reader

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Recovery date: November 24th, 2020

Description: Y/N's heart keeps telling her lies that could get her killed.

Notes: N/A

Word count: 537

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He was staring again, Y/N could feel Belphagor’s eyes burning into her back. It was… harsher than what she was used to. Jack had always looked at her with the softest love struck eyes, they made her stomach flutter in a way that made her giggle. But with Belphagor, she was caught between wanting to throw up and running to him. It was like a part of her still thought he was Jack…

“I can see why he liked you. You’re pretty damn hot.” And then he opened his damn mouth, and the illusion was gone.

“Could you be anymore vulgare?” She hissed, turning to look over her shoulder slightly.

Y/N was currently trying to plan out where to put the hunter watches around the barrier, and Belphegor had decided to tag along. “Just take him with you, it’s better than letting him run around alone,” Dean had said. Him, and Cas were currently keeping watch while they waited for reinforcements while Sam kept everyone else calm. They’d already called in Rowena and a few hunters to spread the word.

“You think that’s vulgar?” Y/N could hear the smirk in his voice. “Sweetheart, if that’s vulgar to you, I could make you faint and I wouldn’t even have to touch you. Although…” he went quiet for a second, and she assumed he was done, “Where’s the fun in that,” he whispered in her ear, causing her to jump.

She turned towards him, swinging her fist with her. He caught it, and never flinched, he’d been expecting it. Yet he didn’t seem worried.

Her grip lossed slightly, and he slipped his thumb between her fingers and palm to hold her hand. She stood in shock as he lifted her hand and kissed her palm. The butterflies took over again, and she looked away. He wasn’t Jack.

“Aww,” he was smirking again. “The little monster’s embarrassed.”

Snapping out of her daze, she yanked her hand away with a huff and turned back to the map.

“Y’know, at first I thought you might have been stupid. Always zoning out while staring at me, always drifting closer. Not to mention you could probably kill me if you wanted to, but you haven’t. You don’t even really try to hurt me.”

Y/N continued to ignore him, and mark the map. As Belphegor’s voice droned on, she felt arms wrap around her waist and she sunk back into them on instinct.

“But now I’m starting to think you’re just blinded by a broken heart.” Y/N snapped her head around at Jack’s voice, only to come face to face with Belphegor’s smirk and heavy sunglasses. “I like you,” Belphegor stepped away and headed towards the door, “If any of you guys kill me, I hope it’s you.” His eyes may have been hidden, not that he had any, but she was sure he would’ve winked. “I’m gonna go find Sam and see how backups coming, see you later princess.” He waved at her as he left.

She watched as he left, and as soon as he was gone, she punched her stomach. It was in knots again, it always was when he was around. Damn these butterflies.

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Family Don’t End In Blood (Part Eight)

Summary: What’s the damn plan Jack Belphegor?

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Season 15 spoilers, language

Word Count: 3900+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Author’s Note: This series is a season 15 rewrite with reader inserted.

Catch Up: Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

The plan to save Kevin seemed pretty simple. Dean and Sam would show up to meet Jack the Ripper and when the timing was right, Rowena would appear with the crystal with Cas and Y/N as back up and help. There was one problem. Rowena and Castiel were adamant that Y/N stay behind and that they could handle it without her. That argument did not go well with the huntress until Dean had agreed with them putting an end to that problem. 

As everyone prepared for the plan, Dean was the last to be ready as he took Y/N aside. “I’m not trying to be a protective asshole, just so you know. But while we’re going to save Kevin, you should watch the kid.” His eyes glanced over at Belphegor who had been standing at the doorframe of the room when the plan was being discussed. The demon had been clear that he shouldn’t join due to being recognizable to the spirits. He had been their torturer, according to him. “After what Ketch said and what you told me you heard from Jack, we need to make sure an eye is kept on him at all times.”

Y/N sighed, knowing that Dean was right. “Yeah, okay. I’ll watch him.” She whispered back.

The older Winchester pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering there for a moment. “Take this…” He gestured downward as he stuffed a pointed object into her jacket pocket. 

She pulled the item out slightly, recognizing the handle of the knife. It was Ruby’s knife. 

When Dean pulled away from her, he rubbed the side of her arms. “Take care and…call me if you need me. I’ll find a way to be there. ” He smiled at her.

She returned the smile. “Same goes for you.”

And then the older Winchester left with everyone else as Y/N was left in the room with Belphegor. 

The demon looked over at her, from what she could assume, as he grinned, “Well, I think I’ll just go find myself something fun to do in the meantime.” 

As the boy was about to leave the room, Y/N cleared her throat, walking over to Dean’s duffel bag as she grabbed a shotgun. “You’re with me. We’re going on a patrol run.”

Belphegor frowned, “If you were actually listening earlier, I’m pretty sure the angel and witch wanted you out of the action…”

“Yeah, well I will be as long as the spell holds. And that’s why you’re coming with me. If the barrier happens to break down for any reason, I expect you to help keep the spirits at bay. After all, you’d want to be proven useful still, right?” She eyed him, touching on the implication Dean shared earlier during the group discussion. The only reason the demon was still around was that the older Winchester found him useful for now. 

The demon wore a straight facial expression as he contemplated her words carefully.

With no snarky response back but agreeing to go with her, Y/N grinned as she cucked the shotgun. “Let’s roll.” 

-

“You’re definitely as stubborn as a Winchester. No wonder you and Dean pair up so well. I do have to admit that I’ve been shipping you too since the stories of you both first started to pour in into hell.” Belphegor complimented.

Y/N rolled her eyes, not enjoying this small talk that had been going on since they first stepped foot out of the school. Now she had wished she would’ve fought harder to join in Kevin’s rescue escapade.  She could tell the demon was trying to get on her good side, and she couldn’t help but think it was for another reason. 

As they turned a corner, Y/N spotted a body on the ground just a few steps past the barrier. Quickly, she ran to it, squatting down and turning the body over. It was Ketch. “Ketch?” She shoved him once before pressing her two fingers on his throat to feel for a pulse. 

There was definitely still a pulse as the man began waking up. He looked up to see the face of Y/N as he pushed himself to stand back up. 

Y/N assisted him by holding him by his arm, “What the hell happened Ketch?”

“I don't quite remember.” He answered a bit incoherently. “I believe I came across a soul but as I took it out, it seemed to have taken me out as well.” He added. 

“Wow, the great Ketch being taken out by a soul. Who knew that’s all it took?” She sarcastically commented. Despite Dean being able to get along with this man, Y/N still wasn’t a big fan.

Expecting a smart remark back, Y/N was met with silence. Instead, Ketch seemed to be checking himself out.

“Uh, are you okay?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Ah, yes. Splendid.” Ketch smiled at her, a smile not expected. His expression quickly changed to surprise and almost terror when his eyes landed on Belphegor. 

Before Y/N could ask what his problem was, a series of gun shots were heard nearby. Quickly, Y/N ran to where the sounds of gun fire came from as Belphegor and Ketch followed. 

It was then that they ran into the Winchesters, Cas, and Rowena. Dean had been firing shots at what looked like nothing. There were energy bursts that appeared before the group in random spots.

“What the hell is going on?” Y/N yelled over Dean’s shots.

“Hm. It seems the souls are testing the barriers. This looks to be a weak point. Dean seems to be shooting some, but there’s still a lot.” The demon answered.

When Dean decided to stop shooting, he acknowledged the extra heads: Y/N, Belphegor, and Ketch. “How many is a lot?” He asked the demon boy. Belphegor answered that the older Winchester would run out of bullets before he could even get an eighth of the spirits currently present on the other side of the barrier.

Overhearing the demon’s comment, Y/N turned to Sam. “What happened with the crystal? Can we-?” She began to suggest, but Sam interrupted knowing what his friend was thinking. 

“Rowena!” The younger Winchester called out as he made eye contact with the red head, quickly glancing at the crystal in her hands.

Rowena understood what Sam was implying, but before she could react the crystal was stolen away from her by Ketch. Confused and surprised by Ketch’s sudden behavior, Dean was the first to scoff and tell the man to quit messing around. Ketch had replied with a smirk, slowly walking backwards past the magical barrier, as he began to mock the group. The boys questioned him as to why he would want to help the spirits, but it was Y/N who raised her shotgun back up and aimed it at the man with the crystal. She had an inkling feeling that the man speaking before them all was not exactly Ketch and she had that feeling since she first found him lying on the ground earlier.  His current actions were only feeding her suspicions even more. 

As Ketch continued with the unnecessary monologue of how powerful he would be, it was Rowena who figured him out. “Francis…”

The soul in Ketch’s body smiled at the witch. “Hello again, my little witch…” Francis began as other souls appeared beside him.

Y/N did not want to hear any more speeches and with Rowena confirming Ketch was being possessed by a man named Francis, the huntress shot first and asked questions later. Ketch’s body fell to the ground as another older man’s spirit appeared where the body once stood. 

The shot caused the group to look over at Y/N, who shrugged, “What? I’ve had enough bad guy monologue the past week to last me a lifetime and someone had to do it.” 

The crystal had fallen from the body’s hands as it rolled out towards Rowena. She immediately took it back in her possession as she began chanting the spell to absorb the souls. The first soul being captured was Francis as the remaining began scattering to escape from the absorption. 

 “They’re leaving.” Belphegor commented as the crystal’s spell began to stop. From what had just occurred, it was safe to assume that the crystal was not quite the solution they were hoping for. There were too many souls to capture from such a large area and it only increased as time went on. 

“So what now?” Dean turned to ask the group, realizing the soul catcher plan wasn’t that great of an idea either. It looked like it was back to the drawing board.

-

Back at the school, Castiel and Rowena informed Y/N on what had happened with Kevin and the souls. There had been souls that escaped when the Soul Catcher was first activated, including Jack the Ripper, whom Y/N found out was also Francis. Kevin had shared with them all that Francis had a plan B, which led to the encounter at the edge of the magic barrier. And she knew how that ended up. Ketch was sent to the nearest hospital after shooting him with salt ammo and the Winchesters were left with a personal side mission of trying to help Kevin with the help of Belphegor. 

Did Belphegor really know how to close hell? Y/N couldn’t help but think about. Right now, she was beginning to doubt Jack’s words as the demon boy had many opportunities to share how to close hell, especially with the last plan they had not going so well. 

The Soul Catcher wasn’t exactly a failed plan, but it also wasn’t an entirely successful one either. The real issue was the millions upon millions of souls that were escaping hell. Eventually, the crystal would hit its limit and they would still be stuck in the same current situation. They had to do something about hell being open if only Belphegor would share his damn plan already. 

-

“I have an idea.” The demon announced as all eyes but two landed on him. Y/N and Dean looked at one another first. Their eyes silently asking each other if this was finally the moment the demon would spill the beans on how to close hell, that Jack insisted the monster knew.

“Do you know another spell?” It was Sam who asked first.

Belphegor awkwardly grinned, “Not exactly. You all, uh, probably won’t like it, which is why I haven’t brought it up till now. But you all seem like you’re in a reeeal pickle.”

After Belphegor had helped release Kevin from the barrier with the Winchesters and returned to the school, everyone had been non-stop researching a way to close hell again. Rowena had found one spell that would strengthen the existing barrier spell…temporarily again. However, the group had had enough of temporary solutions. And so, they continued to research till they found something more permanent, which was not going well at all. That is until the demon decided to finally speak up.

Y/N crossed her arms while sitting as she stared at the demon boy. “Well spill.”

Dean had stood up from where he sat and walked over, standing behind Y/N’s chair. The others gathered closer as well, surrounding Belphegor.

Belphegor let out a breath of air before smiling, “So you all know Lilith, right? The first demon created by Lucifer, blah, blah, blah, the last seal of the Apocalypse…”

“Get to the point, kid.” Dean ordered, very aware of who Lilith was as Sam narrowed his eyes at the mention of the white-eyed demon.

“Right. Well, as the first demon created, she was given a special item. Let’s call it a crook. Yeah, you know, one of those, uh, curvy ended canes that Shepards use? Little Bo Peep? It doesn’t matter. It’s actually more of a horn. Anyways, when Lilith began sending demons off to Earth to do her bidding, there was a liiii-ttle…” He enunciated, continuing, “….problem. I mean, yeah, she commanded absolute loyalty in Hell, but there was no guarantee that once her minions were topside, that they wouldn’t just take advantage of the situation. She needed to control her flock. So, the Crook was forged. It could retrieve all of Hell’s lost creatures and bring them…” He snapped his fingers. “…straight back home.”

“And why haven’t we heard about this before?” The angel asked, very skeptical about this idea. He wasn’t alone in feeling that way as it sounded too good to be true. If it were real, it was an item that would’ve been super helpful from the very beginning. 

The demon shrugged nonchalantly. “She never needed to use it. When she ruled, it was enough for us that we knew she could. And then when Crowley took over, he had other forms of discipline: endless lines, endless paperwork, etc…He also didn’t spend a whole lot of time down there – with us anyways.”

Now came the real question. “And where is it exactly?” Y/N asked raising a brow. She had a feeling of where it could be, seeing as no one, including Cas had heard about it before. The lack of knowledge about it only meant that it was kept away and most likely in the one place that no one would want to go too. Hell. 

Belphegor turned to face Y/N as he grinned. “Last I heard, it was in Lilith’s chamber, which has been sealed for ages. Now that all the doors of Hell are open, it’s probably just sitting there, ripe for the taking.” He began moving his head as if looking around at each person present in the room. “So the plan would be, I get the Crook, sound the Crook, and we suck all of Hell’s ghosts back into Hell. Then if the witch is feeling up to it, I slam the door shut behind them.” He turned to look at Rowena, as other eyes followed. 

“What is he talking about?” Sam asked, confused with everyone else about the last bit of the demon’s plan. 

The witch’s eyes widened as the demon’s attention fell on her, but she knew what he had been referring too. She’d never admit it, but the fact that this supposedly lower level demon knew of a spell that she had devised on her own was a bit frightening. Just who was Belphegor exactly? As all eyes were on her, she smiled awkwardly, “Well…there’s a spell I know of. One of my own devising. The Sanetur Acre Vulnus. A healing spell of a kind. If this gateway to Hell isn’t a gate at all, but a wound…” A realization that had hit her earlier after the Francis fiasco. “…or a rupture, I can use the spell to undo the damage Chuck did. Ideally, the hole will heal and close itself up. We’d have to time it perfectly.” The redhead looked down for a moment after speaking as if pondering over additional information to share. 

Y/N noticed Rowena’s look but decided she would ask about it later, as well as why the witch had been treating her a bit differently since arriving. The witch had been against the huntress helping out in what seemed like any dangerous situation. A hunter’s life was dangerous 24/7 and usually before, Rowena was glad to have the help of a female hunter rather than male the majority of the time.

As the group contemplated about this plan, there was an issue and possible chance to resolve one additional problem the older Winchester worried about. “Alright, there’s one thing that bugs me with your plan. Let’s say you go to hell, find the crook. How will we know when to start Rowena’s spell?” The older Winchester asked. 

The demon replied with an answer that was not really an answer. “Trust me, you’ll know.”  

If this Crook was real, then it was probably the best plan they had and all of them knew that. As Sam began to inquire about the ingredients Rowena would need for the healing spell, Dean leaned over to Y/N’s ear level. “I think this is our chance, sweetheart.” He whispered, already putting together a plan to keep the demon in hell once the plan went into motion. 

She looked up at the green-eyed hunter as she got out of her chair.  “You’re not going with him.” Y/N all but ordered. She had known Dean long enough to know what he was thinking. 

Before the older hunter could respond, his name was called out by the witch. Y/N and Dean turned to face Rowena. 

“Dean, my dear boy, we will need you to be by the rupture. You will be near the edge to serve as a fulcrum, or carrier.” The witch explained, which caused the older Winchester’s thoughts to change to this new task handed to him. 

“Why me? And where will you be?” Dean asked, staring back at the witch with a questionable look. 

“I will be somewhere safe to do the spell, but near the rupture as well. Dibs on Samuel as my assistant.” She shared.

Dean looked at his brother to confirm if Rowena was serious. Sam smiled awkwardly at him confirming. The older Winchester rolled his eyes, “And what exactly am I a carrier for?”

“Well, to put it in, uh, American action movie terms, you’ll be carrying a bomb, I light the fuse, then you toss it in and boom, the rupture should heal itself.” Rowena brought her hands in a circulation motion to act out the boom as she continued. “You’ll be unprotected. No salt circles and all manner of angry spirits will be right up your grill. But we all know you are more than capable of handling that all.” She smiled at the end. 

“And the angel comes with me.” Belphegor requested, grinning at everyone.

Castiel was taken back by this request as he glared at the demon boy. “Why?”

“I want protection. I’m sorry, but I’m not going down to Hell and getting past all those pissed off ghosts and demons that are maybe loitering down there, and sounding the Crook all by myself.” The demon fussed as Castiel rolled his eyes. The angel did not want to work at all with the demon that much was clear. 

And here was Y/N’s chance. “I’ll go.” She volunteered.

Dean’s initial instincts wanted to stop her, but before he could say something, Castiel beat him to it.

“Absolutely not, Y/N. You are not going into hell.” The angel insisted very firmly.

The older Winchester was surprised by Cas’s sudden disagreement. He had taken notice of the angel’s a bit more protective actions towards Y/N lately, as witnessed earlier when Cas teamed up with Rowena for Y/N to stay behind, which was odd to him. However, Dean also knew Y/N very well and had an idea of what she had planned in mind. She had volunteered herself the same way he had planned too before she had shut him down. Their shared idea to make sure that the demon stayed in hell once it was closed. Just like Jack had stated to her. And so, despite every fiber of him wanting to go against her and agree with Cas, he knew that if it wasn’t him going down with the demon boy, she’d be the next best choice to make sure that happened. 

It was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes as she looked over at Belphegor, “You said you need protection. I’m the next best fighting machine after the Winchesters. Human fighting machine, of course.  So will I do?” 

The demon stayed silent as he considered her offer. From watching the demon in thought, Y/N couldn’t help but think he would refuse, until he didn’t. “Okay, that works too.”

Cas opened his mouth, about to dispute, but was interrupted. 

“She’s right. She’s the next best hunter after me. ” Dean added, showing that he was okay with this plan, for once. He looked at his brother as he shrugged and smiled. “Sorry Sam.”

Sam glared at his brother’s comment but also knew that it might’ve been true. Y/N was just as reckless, stubborn, and self-sacrificing as Dean. She also did end up almost breaking Dean’s nose when they had first met her way back in the day.

Turning back to look over at Castiel, Y/N couldn’t understand why the angel seemed to be so against her joining again. “Cas, if you have a problem with me going then you’ll just have to come along too.”

The look on the angel’s face was a mixture of disgust, disappointment, and defeat. Again, just like when she had asked him to tag along and part with Jack’s dead body to head to Harlan in the first place, Cas agreed to join her. “Well, it sounds like I don’t have a choice.” The angel couldn’t help but sarcastically comment.

“Go team.” Dean cheered in a fake tone. 

- 

With the Crook plan settled, the next step was to find a spot close enough to the rupture for Rowena to do her spell. As the group arrived back on the same grounds the majority of them once stood only a few days ago, it still surprised them to see the walking dead wandering around aimlessly. There had been some bodies that they had disassembled before that were now not moving. Of course, as the group got closer to the rupture, the amount of undead increased. Each of the wandering souls that had inhabited a dead body seemed to be in their own little world, which was good a thing in a way. The problem was that there were a lot of them and they didn’t want a repeat of last time. 

“So, see any spots to do this spell of yours?” Y/N asked walking beside the witch. They had managed to walk past the undead without creating another huge battle so far. There were some that brushed against them and then reacted by trying to attack them, to which they took out quickly. Instead of the dead body continuing to live, once it was disassembled the spirit seemed to have left and gone elsewhere leaving an empty dead corpse. 

Rowena stepped forward in front of the group as her eyes scanned the surroundings. It then landed on a crypt, very near the rupture. “Ah, that will do.” The witched pointed out. And of course, the crypt she pointed out was an area completely surrounded by the undead. 

“Great. Of course, it’s surrounded by them!” Dean complained.

Before another complaint could be thrown out, Belphegor made his way to the front of the group as he began mumbling words. It sounded like a spell. Within moments, there was a burst of energy that left the demon’s body as it enlarged and passed through all the undead. All the possessed dead corpse immediately fell to the ground. The demon brushed his hands together as if he had finished cleaning, which technically he kind of did. “That should take care of them for now. Let’s head to that crypt.” He pointed onward with a grin. 

Dean and Y/N looked over at each other as they mentally agreed that Belphegor had been holding back on them this whole time. 

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