#blood junkie sam winchester

[bigspoonlttlespoon]

uh, sammy, you got a little something…

yunno what nevermind (sam should have kept his demon blood powers longer yall)

[seanwinchester]

your appetite's gotten much bigger

¦ from a drop to gallons: every time sam drinks demon blood on screen ¦

2.22 / 4.16 / 4.20 / 4.22 / 5.03 / 5.14 / 5.22

sadly we don't get to see any mouth action in the end of the rapture and in swan song

[lildoodlenoodle]

You know what would be funny? If demon blood junkie Sam could start to see parts of Cas’s true form. And can clearly see, first of all that this is some eldritch horror monster, and second of all it’s obsessed with dean. Always having a wing over or around Dean, touching Dean’s shoulder, always looking at him, surrounding him, touching him. And Sam is naturally panicking bc not only are angels not what he thought they were but this dangerous eldritch monster has completely latched onto his brother to the point of obsession and dean cannot fucking see it. I think it would’ve been so funny if they did this bc Sam would think Cas is creepy and dangerous and wouldn’t want him near his brother. But at the same time is too dense to see the heart eyes Dean has for this creature of unknown power, because Cas is just Dean’s little guy in a trench coat!

[darylarry]

demon blood addict sam girlies (and others) unite!!

i hate to toot my own horn but i popped off w this <3

[thebeautyofspn]

5x13 The Song Remains The Same

[babyboywinchester]

If demon!dean had b*lls he could have cut his hand and masturb*te with it. He would have made Sam stay still and watch him while he covered all his d*ck his demon blood. He would have make wait his baby boy and enjoy him sweating and slowly go crazy. And when Dean gives him permision Sam throws himself on his big brother's c*ock and start sucking it like the good s*ut he is, trying to get even the last drop of demon blood.

HAHA YES YEEEES HAHA. This is the shit I’m here for.

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

There Will Be Bllod (7x22)

Okay but, Sam's reaction to the Alpha Vamp's blood. Look at him, he is shook. And the fact that AlphaV hands it to him, and not to Dean, and Sam's hands shake a little when he takes the glass. Our boy still struggles. It makes me wonder what is going on in the big, beautiful brain of his. This whole time, dealing with the Leviathans, has the thought been there that he might have been able to do more against them if he was all juiced up on demon blood? And what exactly is he thinking in this scene? Because vampire blood will just turn him into a vampire if he drinks it, and he know s that. But still, obviously more shaken than Dean here. The camera focuses on his discomfort that seems like it's more than just because of their actual current situation. Dean seems to notice too, but it doesn't get mentioned. Just a small moment worked in, a silent call back and glimpse inside Sam.

[ghostie-sam]

FIRST TRUE EDIT GANG?! I used so many tutorials 😭🙏

[boywifesammy]

i just reached swan song in my rewatch.

if spn ended here… i’d be happy. more than. it’s a beautiful and bittersweet closure to a heart ache of a show. it wraps everything up beautifully. it takes sam, who viewed himself as a monster all his life, who was constantly labelled by everyone around him as a powerless junkie, and it lets him take over. hell, even SAM said himself that he views himself as less than everyone else. he knows his weaknesses and his failures yet he still said yes. he still fought. and in the end, it was his HUMANITY that brought him back. it was dean and the small memories of happiness that he holds so tight. sam just learnt that his entire LIFE was a lie orchestrated by azazel— but who he is? his family? dean? that’s all his. so in that last moment, by having sam regain control, it’s really the ultimate statement of humanity. he is not a monster. he is so very human that he fought the devil and won. isn’t that amazing??

also… dean in the aftermath. even though he lived through the apocalypse and lost his whole fucking world in one fell swoop, he kept his promise. he did what sam asked of him. he shed the cyclic revenge-fury-anger fate that his father instilled in him and he broke free. he let go, despite how much it broke him inside. every time i think about it, it makes my entire body ache. the sheer amount of grief and emotion that dean must harbour is unfathomable. the pressure he is under is impossibly crushing. but he keeps going on. he lives. he does it one day at a time, and he does it in his brother’s memory.

there is just something so fucking heartbreaking about that, about dean who will never fill the hole in his chest, who will never stop missing sam and seeing him in his dreams and wondering what if but who CHOSES to live. who choses to build up from ground fucking zero and make something of the life that sam fought for. to honour his last dying wish even if it killed him inside because he can finally acknowledge that he is more than sam’s keeper. he is his brother. he respects and trusts him, and he treats him like his own person. that speaks VOLUMES to dean’s character development, because never in my wildest dreams could i imagine a dean winchester who lets sam go BUT THIS DEAN DOES. this dean not only lets sam go but does so with pride and dignity and honour for who he was. that’s just mindblowing to me. s5 did such a PHENOMENAL job at wrapping up spn.

this isn’t to say that the latter seasons are all bad. it’s just that spn has traded so many hands throughout its life that the show that it ended as is virtually unrecognizable from the show it started as. that’s just a true fact. supernatural changed after seasons 1-5. it grew out into something new. i have a shit ton of love and respect for that in its own right— but og supernatural? kripke supernatural? the blood, grit, gore and gothic americana supernatural that i grew up on? in my mind, that ends with swan song. that supernatural is it’s own little story. everything after is an addendum, a sequel. the original story of sam and dean ends with that shot of dean with lisa and ben having dinner. the story ends with sam sacrificing himself for the world and proving without a doubt that he is good and human along the way. it ends on a note of bittersweet hope and raw grief that bleeds all the way down to your core but soothes the wounds in the aftermath, because no matter how much it hurts, it’s closure. for sam, and for dean.

[arcanespillo]

the two most tragic things this fandom has ever done : 1 the fanonification of dean winchester 2 convinced people lucifer's true vessel blood junkie witch boy occult/bible lore freak sam winchester is boring and doesn't love his brother as much as he does

[lildoodlenoodle]

Some days I rlly wish Sam had either been written better or maybe acted better or smth bc that boy king storyline HITS. Like they were so close to smth so delicious AND THEY MISSEDDDDDD

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

When The Levee Breaks

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

"Okay. Let me out. This is not funny." Sam yells as we talk to him through the little barred window in the door. "Damn straight." Dean growls. "Dean, come on. This is crazy." Sam exclaims. "No. Not until you dry out." Dean said. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you and to (y/n). Just open the door." Sam said and I wrap my arms around myself. "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not your fault that you lied to us over and over again. I get it now. You couldn't help it." Dean said. 

"I'm not some junkie." Sam yells. "Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you've been lately." Dean accused. "You're actually trying to twist this into some kind of ridiculous drug intervention?" Sam asked, angrily. "If it smells like a duck." Dean said, shrugging.  "Dean, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith." Sam said and I raise an intrigued eyebrow at this.

"Strong?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"This is about as far away from strong as you can get. Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic." Dean spat. "Killing Lilith is what matters. Or are you so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?" Sam growls. "Oh, Lilith's gonna die. Bobby, (y/n) and I will kill her. But not with you." Dean informs. "You're not serious." Sam said, disbelieving. "Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse." Dean said.

"Dean, look—no, wait—" Sam said, quickly, but Dean shuts the window cover. "Come back here. Dean! Let me out of here! Dean! Let me out of here! Let me out! Dean!" Sam shouts as Dean walks away. I sigh and look over at the door for a few moments before I turn away from it while Sam continues to shout.

Bobby pours three glasses of whiskey and hands one to Dean then the other to me. "Stop! Stop!" We hear Sam shout and I frown and look down at the glass of whiskey. "How long is this gonna go on?" Dean asked Bobby  "Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it." Bobby said then the phone rings.

Bobby sighs and answers. "Hello." he answers then his face turns to annoyance and anger. "...Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you." he yells and hangs up. "What's up with Rufus?" I asked Bobby, curiously. "He knows." Bobby said then the phone rings again and he answers it. "I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important." he said then his face turns to shock and fear.

"The news. The news ain't good." Bobby said as I had my laptop open and looking through some news stories. "This is what Rufus called about? Key West sees ten species go extinct." I said, pointing at the article on screen. "Yep. Plus Alaska. Fifteen-man fishing crew all stricken blind, cause unknown. New York, teacher goes postal, locks the door, kills exactly sixty-six kids. All this in a single day. I looked them up. There's no doubt about it. They're all seals. Breaking. Fast." Bobby said.

"How many are left?" Dean asked. "Who knows? Can't be many. Where the hell are your angel pals?" Bobby asked. "You tell me." Dean said, shrugging. "I'm just wondering." Bobby said, thinking. "What?" Dean asked.

"The apocalypse being nigh and all...is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?" Bobby said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "Well, I don't like this any more than you two do, but Sam can kill demons. He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon." Bobby said. "So what? Sacrifice Sam's life, his soul, for the greater good? Is that what you're saying? Times are bad, so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?" Dean asked him, angrily.

"Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it. I hate me for suggesting it. I love that boy like a son. All I'm saying is maybe he's here right now instead of on the battlefield because we love him too much." Bobby said and Dean sighs.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean stands in Bobby's salvage yard and looks around, frustrated, until Castiel appears. "Well, it's about time. I've been screaming myself hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now." Dean said, annoyed. "What do you want?" Castiel asked him. "You can start with what the hell happened in Illinois." Dean said.

"What do you mean?" Castiel asked. "Cut the crap. You were gonna tell me something." Dean growls as he walks up to him. "Well, nothing of import." Castiel said, shrugging. "You got ass-reamed in heaven but it was not of import?" Dean asked him, suspiciously. "Dean, I can't. I'm sorry. Get to the reason you really called me. It's about Sam, right?" Castiel asked.

"Can he do it? Kill Lilith, stop the apocalypse?" Dean asked Castiel. "Possibly, yes. But as you know, he'd have to take certain steps." Castiel said. "Crank up the hell-blood regimen." Dean said and Castiel nods. "Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lilith would change your brother forever. Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill. And if you are wondering, since she has similar powers, it would mostly likely happen to (y/n) if she were to consume the blood as well." Castiel explains and Dean sighs.

"There's no reason this would have to come to pass, Dean. We believe it's you, Dean, not your brother nor your girlfriend. The only question for us is whether you're willing to accept it. Stand up and accept your role. You are the one who will stop it." Castiel said and Dean gives him a curious look.

"If I do this, Sammy doesn't have to?" Dean asked him. "If it gives you comfort to see it that way." Castiel said and Dean rolls his eyes. "God, you're a dick these days." He grumbles and he walks a few steps away and sighs.

"Fine, I'm in." he said. "You give yourself over wholly to the service of God and his angels?" Castiel asked. "Yeah, exactly." said Dean. "Say it." Castiel demands. "I give myself over wholly to serve God and you guys." Dean said, firmly. 

"You swear to follow his will and his word as swiftly and obediently as you did your own father's?" Castiel asked. "Yes, I swear." Dean said and Castiel nods a bit. "Now what?" Dean asked him. "Now you wait, and we call on you when it's time." Castiel said.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Bobby! Dean! (Y/n)! Help! Hey! Hey! Guys! Guys! Help! Dean! (Y/n)!" Sam's voice screams while Bobby and I stare at Dean, shocked at what he just told us. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch?" Bobby asked Dean, who gives him a look. "I'm sorry. You prefer sucker?" Bobby asked, sarcastically.

"After everything you said about them, now you trust them?" I asked Dean, suspiciously. "Come on, give me a little credit, (y/n). I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan." Dean said.

"Then why in the hell did you—" Bobby started to ask but Dean talks over him. "Because what other option do I have? It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?" Dean said and Bobby nods. "I see your point." I said and then we realized that it was strangely quite.

"You hear that?" Dean asked us. "Yeah, that's a little too much nothing." Bobby said and we hurry to the basement and open the window in the door. Sam is on the floor of the panic room, having a seizure.

"What if he's faking?" Dean asked and I turn to him. "You really think he would?" I asked him. "I think he'd do anything." Dean said but then Sam slams against the wall by an invisible force. "That ain't faking." Bobby said and we throw open the door and charge in to get Sam down and pin him to the cot.

"We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety." Bobby said as he and I hold Sam down. I look over send see Dean standing, looking at his brother in horror. "Dean? You with us?" I asked him but he stands there, frozen. "Dean! Before he has another fit." Bobby said and Dean shakes his head. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with." He said and he comes over to us and helps us tie Sam down to the bed.

And I start to wonder if what we are doing is the right thing to do. If anything...I think we are making it worse on Sam.

Dean and I were standing in one of the spare bedrooms while Bobby was in the living room, I was pacing around the room. "I'm gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?" I asked Dean. "(Y/n), you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him." He said and I shake my head at this.

"No, it isn't. We are." I said. "What?" Dean asked me, disbelief, and I stop my pacing and stand before him. "I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold-turkey thing isn't working. If—if he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer." I said. "No. I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it." Dean said, firmly.

"And if he dies?" I asked him. "Then at least he dies human!" Dean shouts at me and I jump back a bit at this. "Dean, you don't mean that." I said. "I'm sorry, (y/n). It's just...I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself. I can't. I guess I found my line. I won't let my brother turn into a monster." He said.

“What if he doesn’t?” I asked. “What?” Dean asked, confused. “What if he doesn’t become a monster? Sure, he’s been acting different lately but it’s still Sam in there.” I said. “He’s got demon blood in him!” Dean exclaimed. “So do I! Did you forget that?! Hell, what if…” I began to say. “Don’t say it!” Dean growled, shaking his head slightly in irritation. “What if I take some demon blood too?” I suggested.

“Shut up, (y/n)!” Dean yelled at me. “No! Listen to me! I can control it.” I yelled back. “Stop.” Dean commanded. “You’ll see nothing happens to me and…” I started to say, but was interrupted by Dean lunging forward and grabbing me by my upper arms.

“I can’t lose you too!” He shouted in my face and I stared back at him, speechless. The rage on Dean’s face loses it’s strength and he now looks broken. “I…I can’t.” He said, his voice breaking. He lowers his head, loosening his grip on my arms. “I’m not strong enough.” He admitted, tearfully. My heart shattered hearing the heartache in his voice and seeing the look of defeat in his eyes. “Dean.” I whispered, my eyes welling up with tears. 

“Please…just stop.” Dean pleaded, keeping his head lowered. I gently slip my arms free from his hands to pull him into a hug. Dean readily returns the hug, squeezing me tight and burying his face into my hair, like he was afraid to let me go. 

"Okay...I'm-I'm sorry...I-I-I just...I just wanted to help." I stammered to him, in a whisper, as we continue to hold each other, I run my hand up and down his back. Then I feel him holding me tighter to him. "You're not gonna lose me. I promise." I whispered as I bury my face into his chest then raised my left hand to his chest and fiddled with the amulet that always hung around his neck.

*3rd Person POV*

After arguing with his hallucinations, the cuffs on Sam's arms and legs snap open then the door opens. Sam sits up, staring; he knows he didn't do this. "Hello?" He calls out but no answer. He gets up and slips out the door.

"Someone here?" He calls out and, again, no answer. Sam hurries quietly out of the basement without noticing Castiel behind the stairs. From a distance, the angel closes and locks the panic room door.

Later, Castiel stands at a railing of the riverfront, looking over the water. The streetlights flicker and he turns to see Anna standing there. "What did you do?" She asked him, a bit of fear in her voice. "You shouldn't have come, Anna." Castiel said, flatly.

"Why would you let out Sam Winchester?" Anna asked him. "Those were my orders." Castiel said. "Orders? Cas, you saw him. He's drinking demon blood. It's so much worse than we thought. Dean was trying to stop him." Anna said. "You really shouldn't have come." Castiel said just as two angels appear on either side of Anna. White light illuminates Castiel; when it is gone, so are the other three angels.

Castiel turns back to the river, staring out at the water. "What did you do, Cas?" A voice demanded and he turns to see Ariel standing near him, her face full of anger. "Ariel." He greets, plainly. "What did you do?" She asked again, emphasizing each word with anger. "Like I told Anna, my orders." Castiel said and Ariel looks at him, concerned.

“You can’t fool me, Castiel.” She said, Castiel tilts his head slightly, in confusion. “I see it on your face, you regret following those orders.” She said, Castiel turns away so she can no longer see his face.

“I am an angel of the Lord.” Castiel said, as if that would change anything. “Do not talk as if you don’t have a mind of your own.” Ariel sneered, crossing her arms. “I serve heaven, I do not serve man.” Castiel growled, turning slightly to glare at her.

“If that was true, you would not have taken Jimmy Novak back as your vessel after he pleaded for you to let his daughter go.” Ariel pointed out, Castiel averts his gaze. “You regret letting Sam Winchester out. Regret breaking Dean Winchester’s trust. Regret turning Anna over.” Ariel listed off and Castiel’s closes his eyes, trying to shut her words out.

“I do not feel any regret. I am simply following my orders.” He said. “And you’re only doing that because you’re scared.” Ariel replied, Castiel goes quite unable to rebut such a statement.

"They really did a number on ya, didn't they?" Ariel said as she looks him as Castiel stands there in silence. "You shouldn't be here." Castiel said and Ariel sighs and shakes her head. "I'm very disappointed in you, Castiel." She said before she disappears, leaving Castiel alone as he starts to feel a twinge of guilt.

Sam begins to work on stealing a car when a gun cocks behind him. "Uh-uh, Sam. The only place you're going is back inside with me." Bobby said, gun aimed at him, as Sam turns to him. "No." Sam said, firmly. "Damn it, boy." Bobby growls.

"You won't shoot me, Bobby." Sam said. "Don't test me." Bobby said, his voice slightly shaking. "You won't do it. You can't do it." said Sam. "We're trying to help you, Sam." Bobby said then Sam takes hold of Bobbh's shotgun so that he can't aim anywhere but point-blank at Sam.

"Then shoot." Sam challenges and there was a long pause before Sam takes the gun and knocks Bobby down, then throws the gun on the ground and returns to hotwiring the car.

Once he does that, he drives off.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Bobby, Dean and I unlock and open the panic room door after Bobby told us that Sam got out and knocked him out. "How the hell did he get out?" I asked, confused. "Maybe he had help. Room full of busted devil's traps." Bobby said. "Demons? Ruby." Dean said, questioning. "That'd be my guess." Bobby said.

"How did she even touch the door?" I asked them. "You two think she's got the mojo?" Bobby asked us "I didn't think so. I don't know, man." Dean said as I shrug. "What difference does it make? How he got gone ain't as important as where he got gone to." Bobby said.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing. At this point I hope he's with Ruby." Dean said. "Why?" I asked him. "'Cause killing her's the next big item on my to-do list." He replied. "I thought you were on call for angel duty." Bobby questions. "I am on call. In my car, on my way to murder the bitch." Dean growls as he leaves the room and Bobby and I follow him.

"One thing." Bobby said and Dean stops and turns to him. "What?" He asked. "Sam don't wanna be found, which means he's gonna be damn near impossible to find." Bobby said. "Yeah, we'll see." Dean mutters.

"Police found my car. Abandoned in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota." Bobby tells us after about a few hours of research. "He's switching up." Dean said, a bit impressed. "Any other cars stolen in Jamestown?" I asked Bobby. "Two. 1999 Honda Civic, blue. Nice and anonymous, like Sam likes." Bobby said.

"What was the other one?" Dean asked him. "White oh-five Escalade with custom rims. It's a neon sign." Bobby replied. "You're right. He'd never take that. Which is exactly what he did." Dean said. "You think?" Bobby asked. "I know that kid. All right, (y/n) and I'll head in that direction. You stay here, ride the police databases. We gotta find him quick." Dean said and he and I walk out of Bobby's house and get into the Impala.

We had been on the road for awhile when Dean's phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket then hands it to me to answer as he focuses on driving. I look to see it was Bobby calling and I push the answer call and put the phone on speaker

"Cops found the Escalade in a ditch outside Elk River." Bobby said. "How far away are we?" I asked him. "A couple of hours. I pulled up a weather map, made some calls. There's a town not far from there, Cold Spring. Lighting up with demon sign." Bobby replied. "A good place to look." Dean said, determined.

"Hey, listen." Bobby said, quickly. "What?" Dean and I asked. "Us finding Sam? It's gotta be about getting him back, not pushing him away." Bobby said and it seemed more that this was for Dean than for me, even though I am pissed at Sam as well. "Right." Dean mutters. "I know you're mad, Dean. I understand. You got a right to be, but I'm just saying. Be good to him anyway. You gotta get through to him." Bobby said but Dean doesn't respond.

"(Y/n)..." Bobby said. "Yeah?" I said. "Please, keep the peace between these boys." Bobby pleads and I look over at Dean, who rolls his eyes, slightly, as he keeps them on the road. "I'll try, Bobby." I sighed then I hang up. 

We finally make it to the motel Sam was staying at and hide in the hallway. We looked around the corner and see Sam leaving a room. We watch him go then both of us enter the room, only to find Ruby inside.

She turns to us, surprised, then she begins to attack us and we do our best to fight her off until Sam comes in as I have ahold of Ruby and Dean starts to pull out the knife.

"No. Let her go. Just take it easy." Sam tells us as he pulls Dean away, grabs the knife out of his hand, then pulls me off of Ruby seconds later. "Well, it must've been some party you two had going, considering how hard you tried to keep us from crashing it. Well, solid try, but here we are." Dean said to him, angrily, as I go and stand next to him.

"Dean, I'm glad you two are here. Look. Let's just talk about this." Sam said. "Soon as she's dead, we can talk all you want." Dean growls then Sam turns to Ruby. "Ruby, get out of here." He tells her. "No, she's not going anywhere." Dean said but Ruby runs out and Sam watches her go.

"She's poison, Sam." Dean yells. "It's not what you think, Dean." Sam said. "Look what she did to you, Sam. I mean, she up and vanishes weeks at a time, leaves you cracking out for another hit—" I said to him, concerned. "She was looking for Lilith." Sam defends. "That is French for manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday." Dean yells. "You're wrong, Dean." Sam said, firmly.

"Sam, you're lying to yourself. I just want you to be okay. You would do the same for me and for (y/n). You know you would." Dean yells. "Just listen." Sam said and he raises his hand then he realized he's still holding Ruby's knife that he took from Dean, and tosses the knife on the bed. "Just listen for a second. We got a lead on a demon close to Lilith. Come with us, guys. We'll do this together." Sam said.

"That sounds great. As long as it's you, me and (y/n). Demon bitch is a dealbreaker. You kiss her goodbye, we can go right now." Dean said but Sam shakes his head. "I can't." Sam said and Dean turns away, nodding. "Sam...you know this is crazy...." I said, trying to talk some sense into him. "(Y/n), I need her to help me kill Lilith. I know you and Dean can't wrap your heads around it, but maybe one day you guys will understand. I'm the only one who can do this, guys." Sam said and Dean turns back around.

"No, you're not the one who's gonna do this." Dean said and Sam scoffs. "Right, that's right, I forgot. The angels think it's you." He grumbles. "You don't think I can?" Dean asked him. "No. You can't. You're not strong enough. And neither is (y/n)." Sam growls and Dean glares at him.

"And who the hell are you?" He asked, angrily. "I'm being practical here. I'm doing what needs to be done." Sam yells. "Yeah? You're not gonna do a single damn thing." Dean said. "Stop bossing me around, Dean. Look. My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you, for once, trust me." Sam pleads.

"No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam." Dean said. "Yes, I do." Sam said. "Then that's worse." Dean said, in a soft growl. "Why? Look, I'm telling you—" Sam started to say but Dean talks over him. "Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are! It means—" Dean said then he cuts himself off. "What?" Sam asked but Dean doesn't respond.

"No. Say it." Sam said as he has tears in his eyes. "It means you're a monster." Dean said and Sam nods. I bite my lips and tears roll down my cheeks when Sam punches Dean, making him go down hard. "SAM!" I shouted, shocked, as Dean gets back up, stares at Sam then Dean punches him.

"STOP!" I screamed and I go to stand in between them, holding my hands out to them. "Guys, stop, please!" I exclaimed. “Stay out of this.” Dean growled, grabbing me by my shoulders and pushing me out of the way. I lose my balance and fell onto the hardwood floor. I groaned at the now throbbing pain in my head, hearing things in the room break as boys fight. 

I forced myself up, in time to see Dean crash through the divider and land on the glass coffee table that breaks on impact. He hits the floor and doesn’t get up.  Sam pins him down, choking him. "You don't know me. You never did. And you never will." He growled as he continued to choking him.

I raise my hand up and Sam goes flying back then lands on the floor. I keep my hand out as I use my powers to hold Sam down, glaring at him, while walking towards him. He slowly starts to get up but I do my best to hold him back, but he looked like he was fighting against the wind. Then he holds his hand out and I felt a force push me back and I plant my feet firmly against the floor.

“Look at what you're doing! You’re hurting your own family! This isn’t you Sam, it’s the demon blood! C'mon, you're smarter than this!” I shouted at him. “How would you know? You’re too weak to take any. This is me. This is me taking control of my own life for once!” Sam growls then he thrusts his hand forward and I felt a powerful force throw me back and I hit the wall then slide down.

I groan as I land on my front and hear Sam walking. "You walk out that door, don't you ever come back." Dean yells and I raise my head and look at Sam, who stops at the door and turns back, then leaves.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

[demons-and-demigods]

Demons and Demigods Part Eight: Context Before More Plot

Alright, so we're gonna hop back to Sally, Paul, and the Winchester boys for a bit here! Yay!

This part is to give some context about who knows what and kinda what's been going on with these guys while we've been focusing on the demigods along with backing it up a bit to talk about Paul.

Sally had not been told about Dean’s deal and the fact that he only had a year left to live and what-not. Telling Bobby and having Sam find out had been hard enough, and with everything she was going through with her son being missing and then being sent on a deadly quest to try and save the world, Dean figured she had enough to worry about without putting his impending doom on her shoulders too. He made Sam and Bobby swear that if they couldn’t save him, they would tell her it was just a hunt gone wrong, that they wouldn’t tell her about the deal, ever. They did, but only because Dean begged them to. He also begged Sam to stay with Bobby and/or Sally when he was gone, to help them and him deal with his death without doing anything stupid. Sam promised, but only because he insisted that it wouldn’t come to that.

Further down the road, when it does, indeed, come to that, Sam keeps his word and he and Bobby tell Sally that Dean died hunting a werewolf and she makes them both stay with her and Paul since Percy is still at Camp helping rebuild. Ruby doesn’t get her hooks into Sam and so there’s no demon blood junkie arc and no killing Lilith and no Apocalypse gets triggered, and Lucifer doesn’t get free, etc, etc. The angels and demons are still fighting over seals and trying to start the apocalypse, but Sam and Dean don’t go for it. Cas still saves Dean from Hell and rebels against Heaven for him, but he tells Sam and Dean what the angels are trying to do and about the last seal being killing Lilith so they just nope outta that plotline because I said so. But we’re not quite there yet. Gotta finish up some other stuff first.

Now, for Paul and some mortal Thoughts on Percy:

When Percy first went missing, Paul tried to cash in like, all his vacation days at the school to stay with Sally and do what he can to help find Percy and support her and Annabeth, but Goode is the best (because this is my au and I do what I want) and just gave him paid leave after hearing that his step-son had gone missing and likely been kidnapped (again, from the mortal world’s perspective). So the school was just like oh shit yeah no take all the time you need, we’ll keep paying you, we hope you find your step-son and that he’s okay. His colleagues call to check in every now and then, because they’re his friends and are genuinely worried for him and his family and want to make sure they’re holding up okay and they hope that it’s all figured out soon so that he can have his kid safe at home again. Some of them even stop by the apartment with casseroles or other homemade meals to spend some time with him and Sally to support them.  

They both appreciate this very much. And their friends who haven’t met Percy (most of them, because they’re mostly fellow teachers at Goode and most of them either have him in their class but aren’t aware that Paul’s-step-son-Percy is also The Percy Jackson or have never had him in their class) ask Paul and Sally to tell them about him which they are both more than happy to do, they love talking about Percy. More than a few of the teachers however have gone home afterward, googled Percy Jackson, and had a crisis. Because, like, the google results are all over the place. There are articles calling him a delinquent kid and a terrorist suspected of blowing up a couple of buses and also the St. Lewis arch and possibly killing his mother, but other articles say that he was actually kidnapped along with two other kids and the bus and arch incidents were him and the other kids trying to escape. But then obviously Sally is still alive, and her and Paul both talk about Percy like he is the sweetest, kindest kid out there who’s had a really rough life but really he’s just a sweetheart and such a good kid and they couldn’t be prouder of him. Some of them even look through Percy’s school records and find all the schools he’s been kicked out of for fights and explosions and other weird situations that he always seems to be at the center of and the fact that on paper he is clearly a troubled kid with all sorts of issues and a long list of disciplinary problems and they just can’t make it match up with the smiling boy with eyes that look too old on such young features in all the pictures Sally and Paul showed them or with all the stories Sally and Paul shared.  

Look, I just think it’s really funny when Sally and Paul talk about Percy and only off-handedly mention some of the wild shit he’s done that’s literally been on the news and they’re talking about him all ‘oh he’s just so sweet and caring, he’s a counselor at the summer camp he goes to and all the little kids love him,’ and etc. And then, because one of them made an off-hand comment about like, ‘oh yeah, he started going to camp when he was twelve after he got kidnapped and it was a whole thing where the media kept calling him a terrorist even though he was just trying to escape this awful man,’ or whatever and so the friend goes home and googles Percy Jackson and ends up just like, staring at their screen like holy fuck what the hell is this kid. And if they’ve never seen him, from the way Sally and Paul describe him, they’re expecting Percy to be, yknow, a normal looking kid, maybe on the taller end around 5’10 or so, probably with a bright, sunny grin and soft features. And then they meet him and he’s six feet tall at least made of solid muscle and covered in weird looking scars with an rbf that would make the bravest soldier shit their pants. He looks like he was carved from marble with his high cheekbones and sharp jawline and his eyes are unreal in their vivid intensity. His smile is crooked and in the glimpse they catch, his teeth seem too sharp, just a little too perfect. And he has a presence that fills the whole room as soon as he enters it, drawing their attention as their basest instincts begin screaming at them to either run or try to hide. But Sally and Paul are just like ‘hey, kiddo, how was camp,’ completely nonplussed like he’s not a fictional character with a dark past and even darker secrets come to life, like he’s not a manifestation of some dark god from the myths of times forgotten. Godsdammit sorry I got off track talking and thinking about demigods and especially kids of the big three being eldritched.

Anyway, little off track there, but this is my au and my post and my blog so I get to say what I want and I wanted to talk about Percy being Unnerving as Fuck to mortals for a bit because it tickles me.

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castiel x reader Chapter 13

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Sam and Dean. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since there are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 2,107

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

I got the divider from

Firefly Graphics

When the levee breaks

Pov (Y/n)

I don’t know how we are going to win this whole apocalypse thing with my brother being a blood junkie and my best friend hating me. “Okay. Let me out. This is not funny.” Sam kept screaming and we all could tell he was starting to get angry. “Damn straight.” Dean was not budging. “Guys, come on. This is crazy.” “Y/n?” I didn't even know how to answer. “No. Not until you dry out.” “Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you. Just open the door.” Sam was starting to get desperate. “You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not your fault that you lied to us over and over again. I get it now. You couldn't help it.” “I'm not some junkie.” “Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you've been lately.” “You're actually trying to twist this into some kind of ridiculous drug intervention?” I walked up to the door.

“Look Sam we just care about you.” “Guys, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith.” Dean huffed in disbelief. “This is about as far away from strong as you can get. Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic.” “Dean!” He was starting to let his emotions swallow him. “What Y/n!? It's the truth.” “Killing Lilith is what matters. Or are you so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?” And of course, Sam threw it right back. “Oh, Lilith's gonna die. Bobby, Y/n, and I will kill her. But not with you.” “You're not serious.” “Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse.” He started to close the cover to the little window with its closing Sam scrambled to try to appeal again.”Dean, look—no, wait—” It was mumbles after that and Dean stomped upstairs. Bobby followed. I put my head on my door. “I'm sorry Sam…”

I went straight to the fridge for a cold one and downed it like it was the last one on earth. Bobby took notice. “You've never been one to drink like that.” I laughed at my situation because what else is there to do. “Yeah well, end of the world causes for a special occasion right?” I held up my beer like it was to something grand and noble and took a swig. “You ok?” “Bobby why wouldn’t I be okay, I mean my brother is under our feet getting dried out from demon blood and my so-called best friend basically hates me so yeah I'm doing great.” “What happened?” I had to reel myself in to make sure I wouldn’t release the cry that I had been choking back. “He said… that I was a distraction and that I was using him and we aren't… friends.” A teardrop slipped into my beer.

“Why would he think that?” I really thought about it and what we had been through together and how he not just saved my brother from Hell but saved me from well … me. “I don’t know Bobby I don’t know what happened when he was in Heaven. To be honest, I'm more scared of what happened to him, the rest of the Angels are a bunch of dick bags. He was practically there because of me Bobby.” At this point, the tears had broken through and my eyes were burning from not blinking. “How am I supposed to help Sam when I'm just a distraction. I should just leave and let Dean do this I've never been a good hunter.” Bobby took in my words and he said something in return that would always be with me.

“Are you kidding me!? Not a good hunter? Y/n Winchester, you better be possessed or I'll be pissed. You are one of the best Damn hunters I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. You never give up on the people who need you even though the whole world is against you, doesn't matter how many monsters, gods, Demons, or Angels. you fight for the people who can’t fight for themselves that is what makes you a good Hunter Y/n Winchester. I can’t count how many times you have saved us and that’s including Cas. I think you saved him in an entirely different way and if he can’t see that then he is the dick bag.” Now I’m crying for a whole different reason. I bear hug Bobby and he does the same.”Thanks, Bobby.” I sniffle. “Anytime kiddio.” But around the corner was Dean listening to the whole thing now mad as Hell at Castiel for breaking his little sister’s heart.

Dean had been standing outside thinking about what to say to Cas. “Well, it's about time. I've been screaming myself hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now.” Cas had appeared in the shadows. “What do you want?” “What do you mean?” “No, you don’t give me that bullshit I heard what you said to Y/n.” “I had to Dean.” “Really!, you had to break her heart!?” Cas looked confused. “Her heart?”

“YES Cas, her heart she’s in there crying out in pain because you told her she was just a distraction!” Cas looked like he was deep in thought thinking about what Dean had just said. Dean huffed and half laughed at Cas’s look. “I mean after all you two have been together through this year you say that to her.” “Dean you need to understand that I can't have friends. I can’t have that.” “Why because of me and this “mission”.” “Yes.” Cas was very cold in his answer but in the back of his head, he was starting to question what Y/n meant to him.

“Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch?” Apparently, Dean had a little convo with Cas. “I'm sorry. You prefer 'sucker'? After everything you said about them, now you trust them?” “Come on, give me a little credit, Bobby. I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan.” “Because what other option do I have? It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?” “I see your point.” “You hear that?”

Sam had stopped screaming. All three of us run down to the demon cage. We open the little window to see Sam freaking out. “What if he's faking?” Sam was writhing on the ground. Then he gets flung to the wall by some invisible force. I’m the first one in there. “SAM!” We run over to him and struggle to get him down. “We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety. Dean? You with me? Dean! Before he has another fit.” Bobby was screaming out and it looked like Dean was out of it. “Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with.”

“I'm gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?” Bobby asked out loud. “Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him.” Dean was very steady in this decision, “No, it isn't. We are.” “What?” “I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold turkey thing isn't working. If—if he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer.” Dean looked at me like could you believe this.

“Look maybe if we talked to him and tried to figure out his thinking. Sam is smart he wouldn't do this for shits and giggles.”  “Y/n he is beyond talking to he lied to us.” “He’s still our brother Dean.” “He is our brother that’s why I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it.” Then Bobby asked a question that terrified me. “And if he dies?” “Then at least he dies human!” “I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself. I can't. I guess I found my line. I won't let our brother turn into a monster.” “I know you don’t mean that.” I said my piece and left the room. 

The next morning we found out that Sam had escaped Dean and I were now driving towards him. Bobby was on the phone. “Us finding Sam? It's gotta be about getting him back, not pushing him away.” “Right.” “I know you're mad, Dean. I understand. You got a right to be, but I'm just saying. Be good to him anyway. You gotta get through to him.” Dean was quiet. “We will Bobby, we will.” I answered. I hunged up. “Dean he’s right we can't screw this up.” “Like you said Y/n we won’t.” 

We got in the hotel and up to the sweet that Ruby and Sam were staying. We sneak into the room and Ruby is packing some clothes. Dean tries to stab her they struggle and he throws her to the wall. Just as he was going to stab her. Sam rushed in.”No. Let her go. Just take it easy.” He fishes the blade out of Dean’s hand. “Well, it must've been some party you two had going, considering how hard you tried to keep us from crashing it. Well, solid try, but here we are.” “Dean, Y/n I'm glad you're here. Look. Let's just talk about this.” I’m about to say yes but of course Dean didn’t like that. “Soon as she's dead, we can talk all you want.” “Ruby, get out of here.” “No, she's not going anywhere.” Ruby left in a hurry, “Look Dean I hate her as much as you do but let's talk about this.” He ignored me.

“She's poison, Sam.” “It's not what you think, Dean.” “Look what she did to you. I mean, she up and vanishes weeks at a time, leaves you cracking out for another hit—” “She was looking for Lilith.” “That is French for manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday.” “You're wrong, Dean.” “Sam, you're lying to yourself. I just want you to be okay. You would do the same for me. You know you would.” Sam still is holding the knife and Dean looks at it and Sam throws it on the bed. “That sounds great. As long as it's you and us. Demon bitch is a dealbreaker. You kiss her goodbye, we can go right now.” “I can't.” “Sam please!” I pleaded and he ignored me too. “Dean, I need her to help me kill Lilith. I know you can't wrap your head around it, but maybe one day you'll understand. I'm the only one who can do this, Dean.” “No, you're not the one who's gonna do this.” “You don't think I can?” It’s starting to get intense.

“No. You can't. You're not strong enough.” Oh shit. “And who the hell are you?” “I'm being practical here. I'm doing what needs to be done.” “Yeah? You're not gonna do a single damn thing.” “Stop bossing me around, Dean. Look. My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you, for once, trust me.” “No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam.” “Yes, I do.” “Then that's worse.” “Why? Look, I'm telling you—” “Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are! It means—” “What? No. Say it.” “Dean don’t!” I tried once more to try to stop something being said that can't be taken back. “It means you're a monster.” Sam nods. A tear falls from Dean's eye; Sam doesn't see it before he punches Dean. Dean goes down hard, then gets back up and watches Sam for a moment before punching back.

Sam and Dean fight, Sam dominating. Anything in the room that can break does. Dean hits the floor and doesn't get up. Sam pins him down, choking him, then lets go. “SAM STOP! STOP!” He doesn't so I did what I had to. I tried to pull back but he didn't budge instead he knocked me back so hard that my head hit the floor with a huge force. It started to bleed. “Oh god N/n I'm sorry I didn't mean to.” He starts to walk toward me. “Leave her alone!” Dean yelled out and Sam backed away. “You don't know me. You never did. And you never will.” Sam starts to walk out the door. “You walk out that door, don't you ever come back!” And he did. “Sam come back!” But he didn't.

OMG next chapter is Saeson finale. Like that is crazy I'm so grateful and... I'll save the speech for the end. I love this conflict between Cas and Y/n. And maybe we will see them come back together or maybe not you will just have to see. until next time dear reader XOXO gossip girl. ;);)

[mlobsters]

supernatural s5e13 the song remains the same (w. sera gamble, nancy weiner)

sometimes forget they banged in the impala, but then i'm like why is dean being so soft and familiar with her? oh right. anyway, kind of sweet this little interaction in dean's pg-13 stripper dream.

when he wakes up, there's a little chime that sounds just like a doorbell that's been muffled (in my house specifically to try to keep it from waking up a sleeping infant). anyway, the sound design on the original score is rarely very creative, kudos to them. startles the shit out of me every time, but good job on something interesting

ANNA Sam Winchester has to die.

this surely is going to end well for all parties involved.

there was a boy in my high school who had a fucking gorgeous late 70s black pontiac firebird trans am, god the rumble on its engine was delicious. i think i somehow got a ride somewhere with him at one point. he was a cute and smart boy but honestly the car was it.

DEAN So, what, you're like a Delorean without enough plutonium?

CASTIEL I don't understand that reference.

tell him, cas! i just complained about the number of references they use in this show a few episodes ago

cas sure folded like an ugly tan trench coat. "i should go alone" dean: "🥺" ok zap

SAM He's breathing. Sort of.

the line about buying microsoft stock reminds me when i was in middle school i think? there was a project where you had to "buy" a stock and then track its price in the newspaper over some number of days/weeks. imagine that. using the newspaper to check stock prices. ~it was the 90s~

all right so wasn't cas's point back when dean met mary to begin with that you can't change destiny? so isn't this all moot? when does #TeamFreeWill become a thing

JOHN Shut up, all of you! Look, not another word, or so help me, I will turn this car around!

DEAN Wow. Awkward family road trip.

SAM No kidding.

just like home, right, guys?

he reminds me of a combination teen wolf derek (tyler hoechlin) superman (henry cavill variant). one tv superman+one movie superman=young john winchester

SAM Pretty much forever. My dad raised me in it.

JOHN You're serious? Who the hell does that to a kid?

SAM Well, I mean, for the record, Mary's parents did.

JOHN I don't care. You know, what kind of irresponsible bastard lets a child anywhere near—you know, you could've been killed!

SAM I, uh...came kind of close.

JOHN The number it must've done on your head...your father was supposed to protect you.

laughing out loud. i'm sorry sera and nancy, i will always appreciate any and all john winchester shade, and especially unknowingly delivered by john winchester -- but i believe 0.00% late 70s generic straight white man has the emotional intelligence for this thought process / willingness to speak on it / willingness to talk shit about someone's father (a stranger no less) to their face

and i do not appreciate that it caused sam to come rushing to john's defense. gross child neglect, bro. y'all wrote this story and you gotta live with the consequences of how horrifyingly awful of a parent you made him be. just say no to the rehabilitation of john winchester

DEAN You have no other choice. There's a big difference between dying and never being born. And trust me, we're okay with it, I promise you that.

have they talked about this? they're both totally chill with never existing??

DEAN Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome.

oh, well. there you go

MARY Ohh...quite a kick there. Troublemaker already. It's okay, baby. It's all okay. Angels are watching over you.

so did michael scrub her brain but also leave some pro-angel bias in there? she said there's no such thing previously about angels. just how much did he scrub? i wonder how much is retcon and how much was actually planned. i imagine i could find the answer if i looked but i kind of like consuming this show in my little bubble the way i do. also, effort

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[[Okay. Everybody gather round. It's Jared gets high-key emotional about Sam hours. Just me ranting about this man. But I have never discovered a character quite like Sam Winchester. One that I have formed such an attachment to that I will literally cry over. But Sam? God, I love Sam so so damn much. He goes through so much loss, and he still find hopes. He still believes in angels [before the whole discovery that they are real]. He sacrifices so much. Over and over and over again. He goes to hell, he loses his soul, is called such horrible things... Blood freak, junkie, monster. The list goes on and on. He was haunted by memories of the cage, of hell, and he still finds some way to function. The man never even talks about it and DAMN IT HE DESERVES TO TALK ABOUT IT AND HEAL. NOT CARRY ALL OF THAT WEIGHT. And yet he still finds a way to be kind. He still throws his life on the line for all those he loves. Throwing himself into Lucifer's cage with Lucifer and Michael, while knowing full well what that will do? And then being ready to throw his life down again for the god trials to give everyone another chance at life? And YET HE STILL THINKS HE'S SOME KIND OF BAD GUY? SOME KIND OF ABOMINATION? THAT HE ISN'T PURE? And he's been thinking this since CHILDHOOD. Since before he even knew about the demon blood in his body. He's still soft enough to try and save all those he loves. He's soft enough to refer to Mary as "Momma" instead of "Mom". I have so many feelings about this man that I cannot put into words. I just need you to know I love him. And I am so so honored to write him. I also know there's a lot of controversy about Jared in the fandom but honestly? I am thankful for Jared being the one to play Sam because I couldn't imagine anyone else making me feel to the level I feel for him. That said, I'll end my sickening little soft rant here.]]

TLDR: I love Sam Winchester.