#grimm loves sam winchester ^.^

[studiogrimm810]

sam didn’t get boring and stuck up, he just is too self-torturous and hates himself for his mistakes. his old silly-goofy, sassy, and assured self lead to him unleashing lucifer and becoming an addict. not to say his personality is to blame, AT ALL, but he’s too ashamed to let himself be that free again because of how much he screwed up while being himself

if he sticks to strictly business and doesn’t veer off from deans firm lead, then he thinks he won’t mess up like that again

dean is codependent for the love of his brother, sam is codependent for the fear of himself

fuck, even lucifer posed as god to try and lead sam back to the cage and after YEARS of trying to trust himself, he was yet again led astray by feigned righteousness in the name of “god”

if i were sam, i’d never trust myself again either

[skylarmoon71]

Castiel (Supernatural/Grimm) - Short Story - Chapter 1

You’ve gotten used to your sister’s irrational ideas and craziness, but this definitely took the cake. 

When you returned from your last training session you kept telling her to let it go. But Diana’s never been very reasonable, especially when it came to messing with you. 

That’s why you’re currently standing in a motel with three other guys. 

Two of which were apparently being telekinetically forced against the wall. The other guy was older, dressed in a business suit. All eyes turned in your direction when they took notice of your presence. 

“Well, what do we have here? Hello love.”

The suited guy was grinning in a devilish way. 

“Run!!” 

One of the guys called, still fighting against whatever spell this guy used. 

“Now, is that any way to greet a guest?” 

He lifted his hand, flicking his wrist. From his confused expression he obviously expected something to happen. 

“Usually that does the trick.” 

You frown, reaching over your shoulder as you draw your machete. His eyes widened, and this time he flung his hand more aggressively, but nothing happened. 

“That’s not good.” 

The second you took a step forward he was gone in a blink and both men dropped from the wall immediately. You looked around, still preparing for an attack. Both men were trying to gather their breaths. When you realize the threat is gone, you sheath your blade, rushing over to them. 

“Are you both alright?” 

You moved over to the taller one and he nodded, straightening. His friend did the same, looking you over. 

“How did you do that?” The taller man asked. 

Your brows furrowed. 

“Do what?” 

“Deflect his attack. You didn’t even move.” 

So your assumptions were correct, he must have been Wesen. 

A Zauberbiest maybe.

“I’m not exactly normal. I’m guessing he tried because he didn’t know.” 

While you were happy these two strangers were okay, there is no sign of your sister. 

“Where am I? Where is Diana? Did he grab her before you got here?” 

Now they're both confused. 

“Who is Diana?” The shorter one asked. 

“My sister she..she’s the one that made this dumb spell. I told her to stop messing around. Now I’m in some busted up town dealing with a Zauberbiest.” You grumble. 

“What’s a Zauberbiest?” They both inquire. 

You feel a bit disoriented. Your assumption was they had to be Grimms, or at least know about it. It can’t be a coincidence that guy attacked them. But they look puzzled. You run a hand over your face. 

“Who are you guys?” 

“Well Black Widow, I’m Dean and this is my brother Sam.” 

His little jab felt like a joke Diana would make. 

You huff. 

“My name isn’t Black Widow. I’m “(Y/N). (Y/N) Burkhardt.” 

You didn’t like this situation, even less now that you have no idea where Diana is or where you are. 

“Damn it, Dad is gonna kill me.” 

You’ve lost count of how many lectures he’s given about using spells. But Diana was never one to listen. You can just imagine what Kelly will say when you both get busted. 

“Alright, since we’re all acquainted, maybe it’s time to call in some angelic help. Cas!! Get your butt down here!” 

You’re confused on why Dean is screaming into the air. At least at first. The distinct flapping of wings is heard and you turn in surprise at the male now standing behind you. For a moment your instinct is to draw your blade, but the second your eyes meet you all but freeze. 

His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue and you’re stunned, because you can literally see wings. He’s staring back at you in a similar state of awe. Your heart is pounding, and for once it’s not because of a confrontation with a Wesen or some world ending situation. Your legs literally feel weak. You try to take a step back, maybe distance will help, but your legs buckle and before you even fall, you’re caught. 

“I’ve got you.” 

His voice is low and smooth as honey. You swallow as his hand that’s laying around your waist guides you back upright. 

“Who are you..” 

“My name is Castiel. I’m an angel.” 

An angel. 

Of course he is.

It seems Diana’s spell might have worked. There’s no other way to explain why just the sight of him has you acting like a smitten teen. 

You pull out of his hold, clearing your throat as you fix your jacket. Sam and Dean look between the both of you. 

“So..are you two done flirting?” Dean asks. 

You glare in his direction and he just smirks. 

“Cas here is gonna explain what the hell is going on. For example, who is this Wonder Woman chick and where did she come from?” 

“Your little references aren’t very funny.”

You’re annoyed at how similar he is to Diana.

“Knock it off Dean, she just saved our lives.” Sam interjects.

“Yeah, care to explain how you did that because Crolwey’s basically the king of Hell. One of the strongest demons we know and he couldn’t even nudge you.” 

His words aren’t making much sense.

“Demon? That guy was a demon?” 

“Yeah, what did you think he was?” Sam asks. 

“A Wesen.” 

“What the hell’s a Wesen?” Dean questions. 

Now you’re certain you have no idea what’s going on. 

Castiel turns to you, as if trying to figure it all out. 

“You said Wesen.” 

“Yes, that’s what we call them.” 

His expression seems contemplative, as if putting it all together in his head. 

“I’ve heard about you, but this is wrong, you shouldn’t be here. Not in this universe.” 

The more he speaks the less sense he makes. 

“What do you mean in this universe?” 

“I mean you’re from another universe. Grimms, Wesen, they don’t belong here.” 

You’re shocked, because he knows. You’re sort of relieved you’re not going crazy. 

“Could someone explain what the hell is going on!” Dean yells. 

Honestly, you don’t blame his hysteria, because this is a lot to take in. You move to the bed taking a seat. 

“Something tells me this is going to be a while, anyone got a drink.” 

From Dean’s expression you can tell that he needs one too.

[samlover4evr]

i love to make headcanons that all of my favorite characters love the same music I do so. Sam Winchester you are now a fan of emo music and especially senses fail and taking back Sunday

[queen-of-deans-booty]

About A Boy: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Dean gets turned back into a teenager and realizes one thing: his Mark is gone. Is this his salvation or his downfall?

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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"Yeah, we have that stuff in the trunk," Sam clears his throat. "So, we'll get you changed back and light Sabrina's ass up."

"About that," Dean chuckles. "It turns out, this whole freak show has an upside." Dean pulls his shirt sleeve up to reveal his arm doesn't have the Mark. "The Mark is gone."

"How?"

"This witch slammed me back into the body I had when I was fourteen. I didn't have the Mark back then. If we reverse this spell, it's gonna come back. What if we don't?"

"Wait a second. Are you saying you want to stay like this?" you ask.

"No, but if it's between a psycho rage monster/borderline demon or a teenager, well..."

"Really?"

"Look, I'm not a fan, either but this is a problem solved. I'm still me. I can still hunt. I'm just, you know, dewier."

"You kind of have a point, but--"

"There are no buts, Sam," Dean cuts his brother off. "Good news is I have a virgin liver. So, what do you say when we're done doing our hero thing, we take her for a spin?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean, you can drink again in like seven years?"

"That's not funny," Dean says seriously.

"That's kind of funny."

"That's not funny."

"It's kind of funny," you smirk.

Silence fills the Impala and something comes over Sam and Dean. Both brothers are thinking the exact same thing. If Dean never changes back, what's going to happen when they shove a fourteen-year-old soul back into your body? Did Dean's soul revert back to that age, too? If so, did yours? Does this mean your soul is purely white now?

Sam arrives at the house Dean was kept in and immediately follows his brother to the small window he escaped from. This window is too small for either you or Sam to fit through so you'll have to find another entrance into the basement. There is a light on inside the house indicating someone is home.

"Looks like someone's home."

"We gotta get Tina out first. The window is still open."

"There is no way I'll fit through that," Sam says.

"First time you ever had to say that, huh?" Dean smirks.

"Big talk coming from the dude wearing underoos."

"Okay, good one," Dean nods. "Go find another entrance."

"Come on," Sam says to you.

Sam finds the back door and easily slips in. Tina and the witch might be upstairs but Dean is downstairs in the basement. When you get there, some big man has Dean in a chokehold. Sam hits the man in the back of the neck causing him to let go of Dean. The man falls to the ground and Dean joins your side.

"Don't!" Sam yells when he is about to get up. "Where's the girl?"

"Upstairs. Alive."

"What did you do to us?" Dean asks.

"Nothing. I'm not a witch. I just work for one."

"Shitty gig," you scoff. "Where is she?"

"Upstairs. Her name is Katja and she's the worst person in the world."

"I don't know. I work with this one," Dean gestures to you.

"Yeah, truth be told, I'm as evil as it gets," you smile.

"I've been with her for centuries. The things I've seen her do. She made my sister and I hurt and kill people. When we tried to escape, she caught us and tortured me, then she made me eat poor Gretel's heart."

"Gretel? Witch? Are you saying you're Hansel? Gretel and Hansel? Like the fable? Like Brothers Grimm?"

"It wasn't a fable." Hansel gets up and dusts off his pants. "It was based on a true story. They just gave it a happy ending."

"Oh, okay. We get to barbecue a celebrity. Cool," Dean shrugs.

"You can't kill her. You're just men and a woman."

"We're more than that." Sam takes out the Molotov cocktail that will be used to kill the witch. "We're hunters."

"Then let me help."

"What's in it for you?"

"Because if you're going to fry that candy-coated bitch, I want in."

"Tell me how to turn him back," Sam says and keeps the gun trained on him.

"Sam, it can wait," Dean sighs.

"Tell me how!!"

"The hex bag that I'm wearing will reverse the spell. Squeeze it and you'll return to your proper age." Sam lowers his gun. "Look, we waste the witch, I give you the cure. Deal?"

Once both brothers agree to the terms, Hansel takes all three of you upstairs. Katja is cooking in the kitchen and Tina is tied to a chair with a gag over her mouth. Katja chops onions up and places them into the large pot that's on the stove.

"Your friend JP didn't have much meat on his bones," she chuckles, "but a good cook works with the ingredients she's given." She tastes the soup and grins happily. "Mmm. Wunderbar!" The witch is originally from Germany so she'll put a few words in German from time to time. Tina cries quietly and Katja sees this. "Oh, don't worry, liebchen. You're too good for soup. I'm thinking of a nice, sweet chili glaze with a few hours of roasting in the oven. Ooh! An apple in your mouth to top it off."

Hansel steps into the kitchen alerting the witch.

"Hansel." You three appear behind him. You have a knife in your hand, Sam has a gun, and Dean has the Molotov cocktail in his. "Well, our lost lamb. I thought we'd have to go looking for you. Maybe even abandon our home sweet home here. I never dreamt you'd be stupid enough to come back on your own. Hansel, take care of them."

Hansel doesn't respond and walks to the right side of you, between you and Tina.

"Yeah, he's not exactly your biggest fan. Maybe you shouldn't have made him chow down on his sister."

Katja smirks and looks at Hansel.

"I never made Hansel do anything."

Suddenly, the knife is knocked out of your hand and Hansel pushes you into the wall behind you. He kicks Sam and grabs his gun, disarming him. Hansel quickly grabs you and places you in front of him, putting the gun to your head. Dean curses and tries to light the Molotov Cocktail but Katja uses her magic and sends it flying against the wall. The bottle breaks which means the spell is useless against her.

"Now, who's hungry?" she grins evilly.

Sam tries to move but Hansel shoves the gun further into your head.

"Don't move or I will kill her."

You're not scared, obviously, but you do value your life. If you were to make a move, he'd kill you. You'd like to live to see another day so you don't move an inch. Katja walks up to Dean and feels his arm.

"Ooh, scrawny. We'll have to fatten you up."

"Don't fucking touch me," Dean glares and yanks his arm away.

"I'm gonna do more than that." She walks back to the kitchen island. "Children. They're so sweet and delicious. You'll see." She looks at Hansel and nods once. "When I cook him up, I'll give you some, hmm?"

"If you like kids so much, why not go after kids? What's with this whole fountain of youth?" Sam asks.

"In the olden days, if a child went missing, it didn't matter. The young died all the time. Now, with all your AMBER Alerts and your milk cartons, a person fillets one rugrat and people get so angry. So, I improvise. I take adults no one will miss and give them back their youth. It's the only way I can eat in peace."

Sam slowly reaches into his back pocket where his knife is. Dean sees this and decides to stall the witch and keep the focus on him.

"Is it worth it? I mean, the word on the street is people kind of taste like chicken."

"A bit. European children are more free-range and gamier. Americans, though, are Heaven... fattier. The meat is so finely marbled that it's almost buttery. I just can't get enough."

"Awesome," Dean rolls his eyes.

"No! I am in awe. This is my first visit to your country, and I have to say, God Bless the U.S.A!"

"Oh, so, you're a tourist?"

"No. It's business, not pleasure. An old friend is causing trouble and the Grand Coven asked me to take of her. Poor, stupid Rowena."

"Rowena?" you bark out a laugh. "That bitch? Does she have red hair and have a thing for ritzy hotels?"

Katja drops the vegetable she is holding in shock.

"How do you know that?"

Sam finally gets his knife out without anyone noticing but you and Dean. He immediately lunges for Katja with the knife while Dean tackles Hansel to the ground. You jumped out of the way just at the right time so you didn't go down with them. You back up and stand next to Tina to watch this unfold.

Katja goes to stab Sam with her knife but he knocks it out of her hand. She uses her magic and flings him into the bookcase by the door, and he crumbles to the ground along with everything else on it. Hansel elbows Dean off him and grabs him by the collar to repeatedly slam him into the ground. Tina looks at you to see if you're going to do anything but you wave her off.

"He's fine," you shrug.

Katja opens the fiery oven, and Hansel shoves Dean three times against the fridge. Dean slides to the ground and looks at Sam who is too weak to get up. He looks at you and sees no regard for his safety in your eyes.

"Now you'll burn!" Katja yells. "Turn them!"

Hansel turns to you and Sam with an evil grin on his face. He grabs his neck where the hex bag should have been but realizes it's gone. He turns to Dean and goes white when he sees Dean has the hex bag. Dean clutches the bag and squeezes it, giving off a pure white light that is too bright to look at. Dean, now in his normal adult body, grabs the knife Katja dropped on the ground and shoves it deep into Hansel's chest.

He stomps over to Katja and shoves the hex bag into her mouth so she can't use any spells against him. She struggles against him but he shoves her into the open fiery oven and closes the door. She screams and begs to be let out but Dean closes the little door that lets the smoke out.

Dean didn't use the Blade to kill someone but he did take two lives. Your Mark is tingling in the most delicious way.

With the witch and Hansel dead, Tina is let go and forced to face the gravity of the situation. The brothers bring her outside the house to talk while you're off to the side picking the bark of a tree.

"That was crazy. Like psycho crazy. You three do this all the time?"

"All the fucking time."

"Not all the time," Sam mutters.

"Can you turn me back?"

"The hex bag went up in flames. I'm so sorry, Tina." She looks disappointed but not as much as she should. "We may be able to reverse engineer the spell, though."

She looks at her reflection in the window and decides to come to terms with who she is now.

"Maybe you don't. I have three ex-husbands, fifty grand in debt, and not much else. I was kind of a shitty adult. Maybe I'll do better this time around. Get out of town and get a fresh start. This is my second chance. Everybody wants a second chance, right?"

Dean looks over at you but you're not paying attention to them. Do you deserve a second chance? When she shoves this soul back into you, you'll remember every horrible thing you've said and done. Does he really want to do that to you? He'll have to make a deal with Death and put a wall in your head to make you forget.

That will be your second chance.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Dean asks.

"Like I told you, I always am."

"Can we at least give you a ride somewhere?"

"To a bus station would be nice."

You and Tina head for the car and Dean sticks his hand out toward Sam.

"Give me the keys."

Sam and Dean take Tina to the nearest bus station while you stay in the car. Both of them give her all the cash they have so she can use it to get herself out of town. She thanks them and heads into the station, and the brothers return to the car.

"So, Grand Coven. Any ideas?" Dean asks.

"It doesn't sound good."

"It sounds like an 80's hair metal band. You know, a lot of hair spray, a lot of eye shadow, and a lot of keytar." Sam stares blankly at Dean. "No? Nothing? Come on, man. I'm painting a word picture here."

"Is it back?"

Dean sighs and lifts his sleeve to show that the Mark is indeed back on his arm.

"Look, I know what you're going to say, okay? But you were in deep."

"I know. You saved me, Tina, and Y/N. You pulled a Dean Winchester. Thank you."

"Anytime," Dean smiles.

"Do I wish the mark was gone? Yes, of course, on both of you," You roll your eyes, "but I wanted you back more. Here you are and you didn't Hulk out. I'll take the win. As for the rest of it—the mark, everything else--we'll figure it out. We always do."

"Damn right. Let's get out here." Dean starts the car and he smiles when she purrs. "I'm back, baby."

Dean turns on the radio and Taylor Swift's Shake It Off plays over the radio. Sam looks to Dean expecting him to switch the song but he keeps it playing. Sam continues to stare at Dean but the older brother shrugs and leaves it on. He peels out of the parking lot with it still playing.

"I don't know about you two but we need to figure out where the hell my soul went. I want my magic back."

"That's something considering you're out for blood."

"What can I say? I want to switch it up this time."

If you can get them to believe you want your soul back, then you can trick them into giving you the remote for the device on your neck. Your time is up on this ride, and you finally want off it.

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[thecrowcoven]

Being plural and having cross-fandom relationships is so funny like what the fuck do you mean Sam Winchester from Supernatural, Shane Madej from Buzzfeed Unsolved, and Oli Sykes from Bring Me the Horizon are all fully in love with each other???

And then Sam's brother, Dean, is engaged to Aleksander Morozova, the main villain in Shadow & Bone??? (He changed his name to Benjamin because he's morelike his source actor Ben Barnes and Dean will throttle you if you're mean to them over his source /lh)

And then we have the less absurd but still very strange ones that honestly make sense if you think about them long enough but its still pretty weird.

Like Ashton Irwin from 5 Seconds of Summer is newly engaged to Dallon Weekes from I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME and they just watched Back to the Future together recently???

And Luke Hemmings from the same band is with Renfield, Dracula's former assistant????

Not to mention Bill Cipher, the yellow twink from Gravity Falls is engaged to Hermes, the Greek Messenger God (introjected specifically from EPIC: The Musical)????

And I'm over here. Former host of this body. Partial core. And I'm dating Basilton fucking Grimm-Pitch. He's so pretty and I love him so fucking much but like what the fuck this is the guy of my dreams and is literally the only good character from that book (aside from Penelope)?????

[take-it-on-the-run]

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Some of the stuff I'm comfortable with, mix and match!

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Found Family

Jealousy

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These are the kinds of relationships I'll write about. This comes down to what I'm comfortable with writing.

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There may be gore, blood, death, torture, and other graphic topics in some of my posts. These are some of those topics I'm okay with writing about.

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I will not write any of this. Very little exceptions here.

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[blazewatergem]

Silly Game Time: Who are some of your favorite fighter characters? And what do you like about them?

They can weild any weapon (swords, spears, axes, clubs, knives, bare hands, etc.); they can be of any class or variety of combatant (ones who rely on strength like brawlers or berserkers, ones who use finesse like martial artists or technique masters, ones who balance defensive and offensive equipment like knghts or samurai, etc.); they can be of any race or species (from fantasy or sci-fi); they can even have access to special powers to improve their combat skills (magical, psychic, technological, superpowers, etc.).

What matters is that one of their primary skills, roles in the story, and traits as a character is physical fighting.

It genuinely took me so long just because I had to think about who exactly would fit these :’D normally I’m drawn to magic characters after all, though I’m happy enough for duel wielding characters(magic with strength).

Luckily, I think I have a few that fit! In no particular order, as usual ;D

First up: Erza from Fairy Tail!

Still magic - but like you said, her main magic is honestly just “weapon” 😂 she herself had to learn each weapon type she uses, and then figure out her armor too. Ultimate warrior, and a classic in my eyes.

Second, Gwaine and Mordred from Merlin.

While sadly Merlin has to sit out for this list, I couldn’t decide between my two favorite knights. Mordred is also a magic user, but Gwaine is all brawler/sword :D

Third, we got the modern day, infamous on Tumblr Winchester brothers Sam and Dean!

Look, I’m not gonna pretend SPN made smart choices - but I do still love it and the actors :3 fanfic exists for a reason. Obviously they use a variety of weapons from magic angel daggers to a good old shotgun. It all depends on the hunt of the week.

And, to end this list off so I don’t keep rambling, my honorable near and dear…Nick Burkhardt from Grimm!

I fucking love Grimm. The effects are a bit cheesy, but considering age and time - plus how hard the work was to do with what they did at that age - I think they did fucking GREAT. His weapon is mostly just the usual gun, but he does jazz it up sometimes!

Honorable mentions to the companions cast of Baldur’s Gate 3, I don’t quite know everyone yet or who is firmly a fighter fighter, but they’re pretty cool so far!

[mysteryspotcast]

🚨 Ep. 31, Fellas, Is It Gay to Read the Brothers Grimm?, is here! 🚨

Our Supernatural season 3 recap and Countdown to Castiel continues this week with S3E5: "Bedtime Stories" and S3E6: "Red Sky at Morning."

Note: today's episode was a BIT delayed because of some audio issues, so if it's a bit quiet, please let us know.

Points of Interest: We will fund The Winchesters s2-5, where’s a writers strike when you need one?, moments in autism, clinging to heteronormativity by a thread, proximity to dirt crossroads, professional hater Sam, L + ratio + uneducated, exchanging Dean’s soul for the pink cadillac, Dean’s he/they pronouns, Castiel name drop, Sam loves a girlboss, the Dean-bashing bat, Great Expectations reference in Supernatural (NOT CLICKBAIT).

LISTEN NOW in your favorite podcast app!

[little-diable]

Lay with Me - Dean Winchester 

A/N: This was written for @smellingofpoetry follower celebration, congrats again my love and for @supernatural-jackles TMAS Bingo

All my “tell me a story bingo” imagines are inspired by Grimm’s fairytales. This one is inspired by the fairytale “Cat and Mouse in Partnership”, written by the brothers Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, published in 1812. The imagine is only loosely based on the original story, it focuses on the message and the warning the brothers tried to deliver, putting it into a modern perspective. The reaper will be our steady companion in this series, so prepare for a darker, wild ride. Most of the imagines will be crime stories. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The week after Dean and the reader have slept together - a drunken mistake - they are forced on a hunt together. What happens if Dean falls for lies and traps while (y/n)'s hurt and anger grows? Will the two find back together and finally give into their feelings? Or will they part ways?

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), masturbation, sex, p in v, mentions drunken sex, mentions kidnapping and murder, misogynistic views, religious connotations, betrayal, demons; somewhat of an open end, that will explain itself once the series is done.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

@supernatural-jackles TMAS bingo square filled: Mutual Pining

Word count: around 4.7k

Baby was howling through the night as Dean drove himself and (y/n) to their motel. They had just finished their dinner, trying to prepare themselves for another case they’ll take on. A missing nun and a priest that had seemed a tad bit too calm for the two friends. 

It wasn’t the first time the two were on a hunt on their own, without Sam, but it was the first time they were on their own after giving into their feelings about a week ago. A night both Dean and (y/n) could barely remember, bodies buzzing with alcohol flushing through their veins. They had poured a few too many beers down their throats, allowing them to let loose. 

Ever since that night, an uncomfortable tension had followed them around. They had barely shared any words, anything they could say to break through the silence that clung to them like a demon forcing itself into their souls. Not even as they had sat vis-a-vis minutes ago had they given in, silent like strangers sharing an empty booth. 

Both Dean and (y/n) would sell their souls to turn back time, to stop themselves from ruining their friendship. But time kept ticking on. One second after another passed by like pages of a book ripped from the spine, one with the past, no longer present in the future. Perhaps this case would finally push them closer together, forced to rely on one another as the small town would invite them in to stay a few days. 

Neither Dean nor (y/n) had spoken up about their feelings, feelings they have been fostering since the day they met years ago. She had been an old friend of Bobby, and as she had decided to stop by and visit him, she had crossed paths with the Winchester brothers, the day when her whole life got flipped upside down. 

Dean carried their bags into the cold motel room, wordlessly he stepped into the bathroom, giving (y/n) a few moments on her own as he showered away the reminders of the past days. He couldn’t help but curse himself for telling Sam they’d be okay on their own, he couldn’t help but curse himself for being this unapproachable, he couldn’t help but curse himself for fucking his best friend with his drunken mind screaming in victory. 

For years he had pushed his mind off his crush on (y/n), for years he had been a lone wanderer, finding shelter in the bed of women he didn’t know the names of, women that always somewhat looked like (y/n). He was playing a trick on himself, obliviously hurting (y/n) and her broken heart. 

A heavy groan spilt from Dean’s lips, just the mere thought of (y/n) and her naked body left his cock twitching, begging for some kind of relief. His hand began to wander, head rolling back to give in to the feeling he had been running from ever since burying his cock inside her heat. The way she had moaned her name had made him feel like he was crossing the threshold of heaven, invited in with church bells ringing for him. 

While Dean was chasing his high in the small shower, (y/n) pressed her face into the pillow of her bed, trying to dampen the sound of her screams. She was frustrated, running on her last reserve of adrenaline, about to give into hell’s calling of her name. (Y/n) would prefer to be stuck in a vampire nest rather than having to share a room with Dean. But she was stuck and would have to endure the bone-chilling silence that engulfed them. 

With her body screaming in protest, she rose from the mattress. She reached for her laptop, set on researching their case - anything to distract herself from Dean. “Sister Janine has been missing for seven days by now, she had been forcefully dragged from her room in the monastery. We are praying for her return. May God guide her back to her home. May the Devil spare her pure soul.” 

A humourless chuckle rumbled through (y/n) as she read through the small article - something about this felt awfully wrong. She could still remember the uneasiness that had clung to her as she had watched the interview with the priest of the monastery. The man had looked awfully familiar, forcing her insides to churn in disgust. She still hadn’t figured out where she had met him before, leaving her confused. He had faked his sadness, had told lies to the ones that seemed to believe every word he was speaking. A ruthless killer, she was sure of it.

(Y/n) was too focused on reading to hear Dean walking out of the bedroom in nothing but his boxers. She was too focused to feel his curious, twinkling eyes on her frame, studying her like he was standing in front of a painting hung up in a museum, a masterpiece he tried to burn into his mind.

“Good night,” Dean’s murmurs filled the motel, but before (y/n) could speak up, he had already turned his back on her, hoping to find rest on the uncomfortable bed. 

“You’re so immature. I can’t believe this.” She snapped her laptop shut with almost too much force, ripping Dean straight out of his drowsy state. Their eyes met, initiating a wordless conversation that kept them silent for a minute or two. “Why are you acting like this? I didn’t force you to sleep with me. You wanted this just as much.” 

“You told me it was a mistake. You were the one running from me the next morning. Don’t blame this on me, sweetheart.” Dean’s sharp voice cut through her like a sword pierced into her chest. His anger began to spread through his body - it felt as if he was preparing for a fight, about to find his strength to force her to her knees, to beg for his forgiveness. 

“Because it was a fucking mistake, Dean! We both knew this would damage our friendship. And look where we are now.” (Y/n) turned away from him with a huff spilling from her lips. She had to pierce her teeth into her lower lip, scared that her sob would claw through her. If there’s one thing she didn’t want to do, it was cry in front of Dean, making her feel awfully pathetic. 

“It wasn’t a mistake, and it certainly didn’t feel like one. It is not my fault that you don’t want to fight for our friendship or at least the friendship we had last week. I am done talking about this.” Dean’s head hit the pillow with a sigh leaving him. He could no longer fight with her and was too exhausted to walk in circles with her. And all (y/n) could do was stare at him with tears rolling down her cheeks. 

——

“Hello?” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through the empty church. With Dean hot on her heels, she made her way up to the altar, eyes wandering through the hallways. “Hello? Is somebody here?” They were met with nothing but silence, allowing her to point her fingers towards the altar. 

“Place it here. It should be able to pick everything up.” Wordlessly Dean placed the bug beneath the altar, pressed against the old wood like candle wax dripping from the body of Christ hanging above the sinners that dared to walk on the holy ground. Before they could turn away from the altar, a door was pushed open, exposing the priest (y/n) had seen on tv a few days ago.

“Hello, can I help you?” He was tall - a dark aura seemed to follow him around, growing stronger with every step he took. Fuck, (y/n) jerked in surprise as her eyes met his. She had definitely met him before - but where? 

“We are with the FBI,” Dean pulled out the fake badge he always carried around with him. “We are here to talk to you about sister Janine.” Both could only hope that the priest would fall for their lie. 

It took the priest a few moments to reply as he was intensely studying the two, but with his hand pointing towards the room he had just come from, he spoke a clear, “Please, follow me.” He didn’t notice the uneasy glances Dean and (y/n) shared, didn’t notice that it took them a couple of seconds to start walking, wondering if they could trust the man with piercing green eyes and a salt-and-pepper beard. 

“Sister Janine was loved here, we all admired her and her strong beliefs, she had a good heart, you know. Very pure.” (Y/n) couldn’t help but notice him speaking of the missing woman as if she was dead - as if he didn’t care about her return. “But if God had planned this for her, there’s not much we can do.” 

“What do you mean by that?” Dean was clearly annoyed with the smiling man, not understanding how he could act this calm and relaxed. 

“We have no right to interfere with God’s plans, if he wanted to call Janine home to him, we have to respect that. We have to pray for her and keep her in our hearts. But we have no right to go look for her, he’d tell us if we should.” The priest sat down in his chair, a heavy cross dangling around his neck, a cross as dark as the one hung up on the wall behind his table. (Y/n) had to fight against the urge to turn around and leave, the man was making her sick. 

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Dean’s smirk began to grow as the priest’s frown began to deepen. Tension began to grow between the three, a tension Dean and (y/n) should run from before they’d kill the man right there and then. 

“Do you believe in God?” His eyes pierced into (y/n)’s, staring the woman down. She could only shake her head, mouth too dry to properly reply to the question. “See, you would never understand our way of life. You have no respect for us. Please, leave. I have things to do now.” Without sharing another word the two left the church and the priest behind. 

“This must be a joke. He has something to do with this. I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed her.” (Y/n)’s angry huffs put a smile on Dean’s lips, he allowed her to keep rambling on as his hand found its way to her thigh. He squeezed her knee, trying to calm her before she’d spiral down further the tunnel of emotions she was stuck in. But his touch did little to calm her, even though it distracted her from the conversation with the priest, (y/n) found her anger for Dean growing once again. 

He was playing with her, tricking her into thinking they were back to the way things once were. 

“I think we should talk to the other nuns, maybe somebody saw something the priest is trying to hide.” Her cold voice shot shudders down Dean’s spine, but he didn’t let go of her, kept his hand right where he had placed it. 

“Why don’t you go talk to them and I’ll drop by the police station?” 

——

“We shouldn’t do this,” her drunken giggles rumbled through her, louder than fireworks going off in the distance, louder than the bass shaking through Baby as he’d turned up the volume of his music. Dean was entranced by her, focused on every part of her almost naked body. Something he had dreamt about for the past years, hoping that at one point, he’d be able to feel her skin. 

“We definitely should do this.” He pressed his lips against hers. She could taste the alcohol on his lips and tongue - a clear warning she chose to ignore. Once again, they were sharing kisses full of emotions, silently communicating their love. Dean pressed her closer to his chest, set on fucking her right there and then - on Baby’s backseat. 

“Fuck, don’t think you’ll fit me.” (Y/n)’s eyes were focused on his cock, she had just freed him from the confines of his trousers and was slowly pumping him. Dean’s moans filled the car, a sound so sweet she felt her tooth beginning to rot, addicted to his sounds. 

“Only one way to find out.” With his smirk tugging on his lips, he carefully pushed her hand off him, wanting to guide himself closer to her core. “You sure about this, baby?” Dean froze before he could push into her, eyes set on her features as he kept waiting for her reply. 

“Dean, fuck me, please.” 

——

The memories of their night together followed Dean around wherever he was going, whatever he was doing, flashes of said night would find their way back to him. His heart ached at the mere thought of never being able to touch her again, of fucking up his one chance at getting with the woman of his dreams. 

He had been foolish, had allowed himself to let go, a dangerous game he clearly hadn’t studied the rules for.

By now he was sitting in Baby, parked in front of the church once again. He had found his way to their motel in the middle of the night, hadn’t shared a single word with (y/n), who had still been awake by the time he plopped down on his bed, dreading having to spend another night with her this close. 

Dean had left the motel as the first sun rays had tickled his face, fleeing from any confrontations awaiting him. He wanted to talk to the priest, wanted to see if he could coax any information out of the man. A task he would miserably fail at. 

“Ah, the agent. I was waiting for you to return.” The priest was standing behind the altar, preparing his wine and host for his morning mass. “You see, it wasn’t smart of you to place a bug on the altar. I bet it was her idea, wasn’t it?” 

With a nod of his head, Dean came to a halt in front of the altar, too stunned to speak. The priest kept working on his tasks, making Dean feel like they had shared numerous conversations before. A friend he could trust. A friend he could share his darkest secrets with. 

“Foolish woman. You see, she was the one that told me of the bug, came back here before we closed our gates. She tried to bribe me, a clear sign of the devil’s work.” Dean had a hard time understanding what the priest was talking about. Confusion swapped through him, he wasn't able to focus on anything but his emotions thumping through him. 

(Y/n) would never fuck up their hunt, would she? She wouldn’t do this just to hurt him. But what about some kind of sick payback? 

“I see your confusion, son. You have feelings for her, don’t you? What a disappointment. I tried to shake her off, but you see, a man’s desires are stronger than God’s calling. We have to sin to be freed, to walk our righteous path to the Father.” Dean sank down on the church bench he had been standing next to. His heart was hammering louder than the cries of the ones Jesus had freed from the underworld, ripped from Scheol. 

A blade piercing through his stomach wouldn’t hurt as much as this. He was trembling, not understanding how (y/n) could turn away from him this easily. She has betrayed him, had played a ruthless game with him and his heart.

“Don’t believe the lies she has told you. She doesn’t love you. She used you for her pleasure.” A heavy breath spluttered from Dean’s lips. “You can have this back if you bring her to me. She needs to be freed from her sins.” His body was working without listening to his mind's commands, eyes set on the bug the priest was holding. Dean hadn’t noticed the darkening of the priest’s eyes, too oblivious due to his anger flushing through his body like the five rivers of the underworld. 

And with his hand grasping his phone, he messaged her, luring her right into the trap he was already stuck in. 

——

(Y/n) had just left the office of the local newspaper as her phone had buzzed, eyes skimming through Dean’s message. For a second, she debated leaving him hanging, not wanting to cross paths with him as he had run from her just hours ago. But with a sigh spilling from her lips, she found the nearest taxi.

By now, she was more than ready to leave this weird town behind. She was sure that Janine had been killed by a demon, probably the priest. (Y/n) could only hope that Dean wouldn’t leave her alone with the man. She’d never set foot in the church on her own, not trusting one syllable that could flood from the man’s lips. 

Carefully she pushed open the door of the church, eyes falling onto the priest’s frame. He was standing in front of Dean, had his hand placed on his shoulder, set on possessing the hunter. Dean’s name bled from (y/n)’s lips, forcing the men’s attention away from one another. It felt like Dean was ripped out of some kind of trance, not understanding why he was sitting this close to the man. 

“There she is, beautiful (y/n).” The priest started walking towards her as (y/n) tried to remember if she carried any weapons with her. “It’s almost sad to know that you’ll die before making things right with Dean. We don’t always understand God’s plans, do we?”

“Dean?” (Y/n)’s calling of his name rumbled through him - it filled every pore of his skin, finding shelter in the heat of his body. “Dean!” He didn’t reply, staring at her as if she was a dead woman walking, resurrected in the depth of night. 

“You need to be punished. You have sinned. You have used Dean for your pleasure. A man that loves you, and you’ve played with his heart. A ruthless game women like to play.” Anger simmered inside her like an inferno threatening to burn a city down. She wanted to shake Dean and wanted to rip him out of his thoughts. He had betrayed her, had lured her into the church, a payback for the pain he was carrying inside his chest. 

“Your sinning soul shall be freed.” 

Her eyes met Dean’s wide ones. He finally seemed to catch on, understanding that he had fallen for the tricks of a demon, all because of his foolish heart that had lured him further into the darkness. Slowly she shook her head, hoping that he would understand the signal. She had no weapons on her to defend herself, had no blade on her to kill the man. 

“Look at me, (y/n). Don’t be afraid. God is with you.” By now, the man was standing in front of her, about to kill the woman that couldn’t move, frozen to the ground. It felt like she was staring at Abaddon, the demon loved by the devil, a cruel creature sinners have been called to. Both Dean and (y/n) knew it wouldn’t be long till the demon would find shelter in her flesh cage, possessed by the darkest touch. 

���Take me, but let her go.” Dean’s rough voice echoed through the church, hoping to distract the man to buy them some time. The priest clicked his tongue, a sound reminding (y/n) of chains clashing to the ground. A sound so loud, her body started to tremble in fear.

“You see, Dean. I can’t. Lovely Janine begged me to let her go, but I had to kill her. I had to bring her home to God. And that’s what I need to do with (y/n).”  

They were stuck. There was no way out. For the first time in her life, (y/n) feared dying. For the first time, she found herself calling for help, a call nobody would answer. She wasn’t religious, didn’t believe in the Bible nor in the stories told, but now she cried out to God, begging him to crash this train before the demon would find its way into her body. 

“I always recognise a Winchester when I see one. It’s almost pathetic that you are crying for help. I’ve expected more from you.” Without sparing her cries another thought, the priest turned towards Dean. “Say your goodbye to her, son.” 

Dean deeply inhaled - there had to be a way out, there had to be a chance to rip themselves out of this nightmare. She couldn’t die, not when he needed to make things right for being a foolish, selfish, love-drunken man.

All three of them were too focused on one another and the tension that began to crackle to hear Castiel’s calling of their names. And with the priest kicking (y/n) to her ground, she felt her head coming in contact with the cold stone.

Black like the sky over Jerusalem at 3 pm, she got sucked into the darkest sleep. 

——

“Easy, sweetheart.” She woke with her eyes fluttering open and her lungs constricting in fright. Dean was sitting next to her - it took her a few moments to realise that they were back home in the bunker, away from the awful town and the priest. “Hey, c’mon, breathe. Drink some water.” 

Dean didn’t let go of her - he stabilised her as she gulped down the water in one go. She kept on studying him, wondering what she should say to him. But before (y/n) could even start to think of any words to say, Dean started speaking once again.

“Sam and Cas took care of him, I-,” he deeply inhaled, hand rubbing his tired face. “I’m sorry, I’ve been such an asshole. I had no right to act like that, I was just hurt by you calling us a mistake, and I don’t think I’ve been able to accept that just yet.”

“I’m sorry too. I was scared, you know? Didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. I always knew that I shouldn’t give in to my feelings for you and I've opted for running away instead of fighting for what we could have had.” Her voice trembled, gaze flickering to her interlaced hands. The feeling of Dean’s hand finding her chin shot shudders down her spine, glassy eyes finding his tired ones. 

“Don’t run again, please. We can make this work. We can make us work.” He didn’t give her a chance to reply, pressing his lips against hers, hoping that she would give in. And she did - of course, she did - (y/n)’s hands found their way to Dean’s neck. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding onto the man she had always loved, “Lay with me, for one more night – I’ll make it up to you.” 

Her moans filled the room as Dean pushed her back against the mattress, finding shelter between her thighs. All she was wearing was a shirt of his and her panties, allowing Dean’s hands to wander up her thighs, finding their place on her waist, “I promise I’ll remember every second of this.” 

She couldn’t help but chuckle as she tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his naked chest to her hungry eyes, “You’re beautiful, Dean Winchester.” A slight rosy tint was covering his cheeks - he tried to distract her from it with his wandering hands, wordlessly asking for her permission before he started undressing her. 

“Touch me, please.” It was all he needed. Her - his - shirt found its way to the ground, followed by her damp panties. Dean worshipped her body - he pressed his lips to her naked chest, sucked on her hardening nipples as his fingers teased her core, lazily rubbing her clit with his thumb. “Fuck, feels even better than last time.”

“Probably because you’re not drunk this time.” Dean’s raspy chuckles had an addicting effect on her. The sound rumbled through (y/n), one with Dean, who got back to kissing his way down her upper body. Slowly he pressed his mouth against her clit, making her feel like she was being reborn, a feeling so strong she had to pierce her nails into her covers. He ate her out with his eyes twinkling in joy and his cock twitching in his trousers, begging to feel her tightness wrapped around him. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so good at this.” He had to bite down on his teasing reply, since he didn't want to distract her from the intense feeling. Two of his fingers found their way to her heat, preparing her for his cock. Dean fucked her slow at first, wanting to build up the pressure and pace of his movements, but her encouraging moans urged him on, silently begging him to push her over the edge. 

“Want you to cum around my fingers, I got you, sweetheart. Let go.” His name flooded from her lips. She threw her head back, allowing her orgasm to rock through her. Dean's fingers kept moving, not wanting to let go of her just yet, prolonging her orgasm. (Y/n) was heavily panting, desperately trying to find her way back to reality as Dean pressed one last kiss to her core. She could only watch and stare at him as he undressed himself, how he freed his cock from the confines of his clothes with shaking hands. 

“Do you want me to?” (Y/n) wanted to taste him, wanted to repay the favour, but Dean only shook his head. He reached for the condoms she kept stored away in her drawer, ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it down his length. She felt like she was dreaming, cursing herself for not being able to remember much of the night where they had slept with one another. 

“Are you ready?” With a small “yes” fluttering from her lips, (y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Dean in for a kiss as he pushed into her. Both gave one another a few seconds to adjust, though the second Dean started to move, to fuck her into the mattress with his lips formed into an o-shape, (y/n) felt like a star was dying and instantly being reborn inside of her. The energy that buzzed through her was stronger than ever before, guiding the moaning woman into the deepest corner of the universe. 

Their bodies moved in sync - like magnets finding other poles, they stayed connected, riding the highs of their arising orgasms. They fit together like puzzle pieces designed to stay together till the end of time, formed and moulded into the right shapes. Both could feel their hearts racing in their chests, singing a tune so sweet they found themselves moving even closer. 

“I love you, (y/n). Fuck, I always have.” Perhaps Dean didn’t truly understand what he was saying, but perhaps, he was, perhaps, this is exactly what he had been waiting for, the right moment to give his emotions the strength he had been desperate for. 

“I love you too, Dean.” He kissed her again and again, swallowing the sound of her moans that echoed through her body like thunder roaring through the night. She was close, about to give in with her eyes fluttering close and her back arched off the mattress. 

Dean pushed her over the edge as his cock nudged against her sweet spot, coaxing a high-pitched moan out of her. Her walls clamped down on him, keeping him close in hopes of staying connected to him. Their eyes met, gazes connected as Dean gave in, filling the condom with a groan bleeding from his lips.

For a few moments, they stayed like that, not speaking another word. Only slowly did he roll off (y/n), he threw away the condom and left to find a washcloth to clean her with. Dean took care of her, almost too carefully; he cleaned her, lips finding their way to her warm skin every now and then. He didn’t dare let go of her, scared that she’d run again.

But (y/n) didn’t move - she pressed herself against his chest, listened to his calm heartbeat and gave into the tiredness that rolled upon her without another warning. She didn’t hear the sound of her beeping phone, didn’t reach for it to read the message that had found its way to her. 

“Never trust a stranger - friend, no one knows how this will end. Now it comes to light, the demon you have tried to fight, found its way into his soul, forever bound, he’ll never be whole. You will be punished for sinning, (y/n). We will meet again soon.” 

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Castiel (Supernatural/Grimm) - Short Story - Chapter 2

“So you’re saying she’s from another universe and over there these ‘Wesen’ are like the monsters we hunt here but they’re inside of people.” 

You nod at Dean's analysis. 

“I know it sounds crazy but everything Castiel told you is true. I can’t believe she actually blasted us into another universe. When I get a hold of Diana I’m gonna kill her.” 

Dean grins. “It’s still sort of crazy the way you stood against Crowley.” 

“It’s like he couldn’t touch you.” Sam adds.

“It’s probably because my mom is a witch.” 

“Seriously!” You nod at Dean. 

“Wait, I thought Grimms hunted these Wesen. If your dad is a Grimm then how did he end up shagging a witch?” 

“Hexenbiest, by the way, thank you for that mental image. That’s exactly what I want in my head.” 

“Sorry.” Dean just shrugs.

You just let out another exasperated sigh. 

“My parents were in a complicated situation, but they love each other and that’s all that matters. Right now my family tree isn’t the biggest issue. My sister is missing. She should have ended up here with me but she’s not. If we’re in some different universe then I need to start looking for her. Even Diana is going to have some difficulty navigating through here. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.” 

Sam nods. 

“Alright, maybe if you tell us exactly what spell she casted we can figure out what it did or where she is. What were you trying to do?” 

It’s a logical question, but going back over the entire conversation with your sister earlier that day, you feel a bit embarrassed. 

“Diana, I’m exhausted, what are you doing?” 

You’re laying on the couch in the trailer. The training had gone on a lot longer than you anticipated. You were still wearing some of your gear. Diana was hunched over a book missing something. 

“I told you I’m tired of you fighting me on this. You won’t listen to logic so I’ll just have to show you.” 

You groan. 

“Are you really going on about this whole love thing again? I told you I’m fine. Stop messing around. Dad told you to stop playing with those spells. Mom too. I’m not getting in trouble again. I’m too old to be getting scolded by my parents. I’ve got to be at the precinct bright and early tomorrow anyway so I don’t have time to run through some cleanse at Rosalee’s like the last time.” 

Diana laughs awkwardly. 

“That was a minor miscalculation, but this time I’ve perfected it.”

“Perfected what?” 

You finally lift your head just in time to see her drop something into the bowl. A fire sparks up and you gasp, but she just smiles. 

“D-Diana stop!!” 

“Too late, hold on!!”

Her excited yell was the last thing you remember before the room went white.

Lifting your gaze, you chance a look over at Castiel who already seems to be staring in your direction. He’s all the way across the room, standing awkwardly at attention. You shouldn’t feel a thing, but whenever you look at him it just..

“Hey, earth to Supergirl.” 

Dean’s snarky remark pulls your attention back. 

“The spell doesn’t matter, we just need to find her. We should start with any reports of weird occurrences in the area. If I landed here she can’t be far behind. I’m gonna grab something to eat.” You stand before they can speak, grabbing the change on the dresser. 

“Hey, that’s mine!!” Dean calls.

The door slams shut and Sam holds back a smile. 

“She’s like a version of you Dean. Even the machete.” 

“Shut up Sammy!” 

Castiel’s eyes are trained on the door. 

“She’s hiding something.” 

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock. What I want to know is how did her dad bang a witch.” 

“Really Dean, that’s your big question?” 

“It’s a pretty big one.” 

At this point they shouldn’t expect any different. 

Castiel is still standing a bit protectively at the door. 

“We shouldn’t let her wander off on her own.” 

“Relax, demons can’t touch her, honestly I’d feel sorry for any sad sap that tried anything.” Dean assures. 

“Still, she should not be alone.” 

Castiel’s words had Dean squinting. 

“What’s with you, you're acting like a guard dog.” 

Castiel shifted in place avoiding eye contact and slowly a smile began to form on Dean’s face. 

“No way, you like her don’t you Cas.” 

He didn’t respond, but they both saw the way his cheeks flushed at the insinuation. 

“If you want I can give you some tips lover boy.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows and Castiel disappeared. 

“Stop messing with him.” Sam scolds. 

“Come on, it’s cute, he’s got a crush.” 

Sam had a feeling Dean was only getting started. 

[mirainawen]

f, n, p, s, y :)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“You here?” he asked instead. “Here? Where?” “The diner.” Adam didn’t respond. He flexed his hand atop the wheel, irritation and impatience intermingling freely. He sucked in a breath to snap. “You’re looking for me?” “No, I came back here for a second lunch. Yes, I’m looking for you! Where are you?” No response. “Kid,” he pressed. “Be a little bitch about it later—” “I don’t know.” “You— I’m sorry, what?” “I don’t know,” Adam snapped. “You’re…kidding.” The scowl the kid must be wearing could rival Sam’s, and had John Winchester written all over it. Both of them must hate that so much. “You’re lost?” “No, Dean,” Adam chuckled, “I know exactly where I am, I just don’t want to tell you.”

i have a lot of dialogue scenes i'm proud of, but it's less about being heavy on the dialogue and just the feel overall. so i grabbed this snippet, because i love how quick the beats are. also, the little bits of characterization--dean, who can't think about people except in ways that pertain to his family (adam reminding him of john or sam, instead of adam having his own personal beats). adam, who finds dean irritating because he resents him, and is not yet adapting to having an older brother. he just interprets what dean does as looking down on instead of looking out for him.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

all of tlr? but then again, it has to be written just write, i don't know i trust anyone with that.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

a sloppy medium? i have planned a lot in advance for tlr, but then i largely let the story/ies unfold as i go. probably why i never finish anything, because i wind up changing so much as i go.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

i am super picky about it but i am a huge sucker for crossover fic. most any hurt/comfort, including fever dream & sickfic, accidental baby acquisition, protector/protectee

Y: A character you want to protect.

juliette from grimm, because the writers done did her so wrong in the last season. on that note, also sean. their character arcs were getting so compelling, and then...

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Bedtime Stories

Welcome to “The Brothers Get Grimm with Each Other: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

 Up today, s3e5: Bedtime Stories

  People are dying weird in a small town. It takes our boys a minute to realize it, but the deaths all mimic fairy tales. What seems to be the ghost of a little girl appears at the scenes of the deaths, and that doesn’t track. Until Sam and Dean discover a young woman who has been in a coma since she was a child—and whose father has been reading her fairy tales all these years. Her spirit is trapped and restless because her step-mother poisoned her years ago. The boys have to convince her father to listen to her spirit and let her go to stop the grim deaths. Meanwhile, Sam has been hounding Dean about his refusal to try to find a way out of his demon deal, and the end of the episode sees Sam sneaking off to try to force the crossroads demon to give up Dean’s contract. Sam learns that she’s not the one holding his deal, and Sam shoots her with the Colt (and thus killing the woman she’s possessing as well). Should we be worried about him?

 Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

  [and we begin:]

 Mace:

wow, looong previously on

 Lor:

yeah

 Lor:

ah, peaceful music. something horrible is about to happen

 Mace:

snork!

Mace:

 the snort!

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

it's so good

 Lor:

you don't get it until you get it and then it's amazing

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 oh, scared little piggy

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

(aaaand now I’m thinking about Lord of the Flies)

 Mace:

(HA! sorry)

 Mace:

 oh shouty boys

 Lor:

"you're not dad" ooooo, the faces

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

I love when they argue about who gets to die

 Mace:

SNORK YEP

 Mace:

 Pouty/Angry Sammy makes me happy

 Lor:

that is how the full moon works, sammy

 Mace:

 HA

 Lor:

"the things he can do with a pen"

 Lor:

DEAN

 Mace:

HAHAHA

 Mace:

 He’s secretly making fun of Sam’s LotR fanfic

 Lor:

omg taking the pen cap off with his teeth

 Lor:

haaaaaahahahahaha

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

“how would you feel?"

 Mace:

 OOOFFF

 Lor:

"how would you feel" "I can't imagine anything worse" LOW BLOW SHOW

 Lor:

omg Dean's wink

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

haaaaaahahahahaha SAMMY

 Mace:

omg SAM

 Mace:

I LOVE IT

 Mace:

 I would FRAME that

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 there are NO harmless old ladies in this show, dummy

 Lor:

ALWAYS LISTEN WHEN A WOMAN IS RELUCTANT TO GO INTO A PLACE OR STAY AROUND A PERSON

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 YEPYEPYEP

 Lor:

FRECKLES

 Mace:

YAS

 Mace:

 Sam’s stupid little curls over his ears

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 “I have a theory - it could be bunnies"

 Lor:

"you think about fairy tales often?"

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

“touche"

 Mace:

 DEAN

 Lor:

"we gotta do research now don't we?"

 Lor:

you love it, Dean

 Lor:

ZERO

 Mace:

HA

 Mace:

 Focus, Dean

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

 KISS IT, DEAN

 Lor:

"there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog" ARE YOU A PRINCESS DEAN?

 Mace:

 it’s telling that he puts himself into the role of a princess looking for a prince

 Lor:

YEP

 Mace:

 HAHAHA OMG

 Lor:

LOLOL

 Lor:

AAAAND Dean is projecting onto Sam with all this little gay jokes now

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

bc he slipped

 Mace:

there are too many plants in that room

 Mace:

 creeps me out

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

where do they get these kids?

 Lor:

this one, the girl who plays Lilith

 Lor:

creepy

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

DEAN WINCHESTER. you know you watched the Disney Snow White on cable, you know you did

 Lor:

(that is a CREEPY ASS movie)

 Mace:

 right? and even if he didn’t there’s no way he doesn’t know that story

 Lor:

yeah

 Lor:

curious cop, empathetic cop

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 “lucky guess” SMARTY DEAN

 Lor:

YAAS

 Lor:

they are both so smart pets them

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

omg Dean's little face after he says "which is the weirdest thing I've ever said"

 Mace:

Nope, I know for a fact that you’ve recently talked about purple nurples, so not the weirdest thing, Dean

 Mace:

 but yes his face!

 Lor:

CORRECT

 Lor:

I read it that he's reconsidering it being the weirdest thing he ever said but he's letting it go

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

"so you've seen her too" I love that little twist where suddenly Sam doesn’t have to convince him

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 because, I mean, HOW would he?

 Lor:

right?

 Mace:

 i like this guy

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 he has nice eyes

 Lor:

he does

 Lor:

and he seems like a really good guy

 Lor:

how did Dean get out of that one?

 Mace:

he DOES

 Mace:

 right?

 Lor:

"I sure hope not"

 Mace:

 Welp, send ’em my way, doc

 Lor:

"is that what you want me to do Dean? just let me go?"

 Lor:

AND HE DOESN'T ANSWER HIM

 Mace:

 oh BOYS

 Lor:

SOMEONE CUDDLE THAT BOY STAT

 Mace:

 I’LL TAKE THE TALL ONE

 Lor:

HE DOESN'T THINK HE DESERVES TO BE SAVED

 Lor:

more freckles for me!

 Lor:

lookit Dean all curled up in the blankets

 Lor:

oh Sam

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 oh SAMMY NO

 Lor:

convenient there was a crossroads with diggable dirt right there

 Lor:

I don't even KNOW how far I'd have to drive to find one

 Mace:

 there always is

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

 I actually wouldn’t have to drive too far

 Lor:

i could find a crossroad easy and a dirt road easy.... I can't think of a dirt crossroads. probably not over far, actually. but I'd have to look

 Lor:

OI! stop badmouthing Dean!

 Mace:

 RIGHT?!

 Lor:

oooof Sammy

 Mace:

 OOOF

 Lor:

Lolol

  [after the episode ended:]

 Mace:

 so i love the balance between Dean not thinking he deserves to be saved and Sam fighting against this deal not because he doesn’t think HE deserves to live but because he doesn’t think it’s fair that Dean has to die. Another sign of Dean being raised by John and Sam being raised by Dean

 Lor:

YES

[supernaturaltropecelebration]

And They Lived Happily Ever After

Author: @centerofthegalaxywrites [AO3] Artist: @butterflysist3r [Twitter] [Insta] Pairing: Sam/Jess Rating: Teen Word Count: 4400 Tropes: Fairy Tale AU, hurt/comfort Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: suicidal ideation

Summary:

Once upon a time, Sam Winchester fell in love . . . and well, you know how the rest goes. Desperate to help his brother overcome his grief, Dean takes Sam to solve a case at a prestigious academy. When Sam opens a familiar fairy tale though, he finds himself into a world that he only used to dream of. The question is, will he choose to return?

Excerpt below the cut:

The library wasn’t anything particularly special. Plush chairs surrounding stacks of books. Long wooden tables for students to study or at least, pretend to. The EMF meter remained quiet as they stepped into the room and nothing seemed amiss. “Not a ghost.” “I figured,” Dean shrugged, “ghosts usually don’t kidnap.” Sam lets his eyes drift around the room, trying to see if anything was out of place. Grabbing the salt, he began to go through the stacks of books, lining the windows that greeted each aisle with the protective barrier. “Anything?” Sam called out. “No.” Sam frowned, turning back to the books. His fingers trace the spines of them, smiling at a few of the familiar titles. I love fairy tales. Makes me feel like I can overcome anything. He froze, eyes seeing a well-worn copy of Grimm’s fairy tales. He gently pulled out the book and felt his heart twist painfully. He thumbed through the pages, stopping when he came to a familiar page. In past times there were a king and a queen . . . Tears sprung to his eyes, memories flooding in. The book began to grow warm and glow softly and Sam opened his mouth to call out when suddenly, his world went white. The book fell from seemingly thin air, hitting the ground with a thud. Sam was nowhere to be seen. “Wake, stranger!” Sam groaned as he came to, blinking at the harsh rays of sunlight that shone down from the ever-blue sky. He blinked a few times, trying to clear out his blurry vision. “Is he another traveler?” a voice whispered softly. “Make haste, make haste!” He found himself hauled up by a knight in shining armor. He recognized the face as one of the students from the folder. He gasped, “I found you.” But the knight simply furrowed his brow, no recognition evident in his gaze, “forgive me, stranger, I know not of whom you speak of.” "Mayhaps he dashed himself against the rocks?" The knight nodded, "mayhaps." It was then that Sam glanced down at his own clothes—his shirt and jeans replaced with tunic and trousers. He was no longer in his world. No, this world—with its crystal-clear skies and castle in the distance—was one that he found familiar. “Come. Let us take him to the palace. The wise women will know what to do.” “No,” Sam protested softly, “I cannot—” But he found himself being hauled up onto the horse, taken away.

[skiller0dani]

Lockdown | Dean Winchester

M A S T E R L I S T  Supernatural Masterlist

smut  requests info been in a BIG Dean mood. working on some Timmy stuff. thanks for being patient with me. love you all xx

“You stay. You’re hurt.” Dean said, his voice low and stern. You pouted as you watched Sam sling a bag over his shoulder and send you a guilty smile. Dean shot you a serious look before he knelt down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. You had recently gone on a hunt with Sam and Dean, but you ended up getting hurt pretty bad. You’d been in a warehouse hunting a demon, you tried to stab it but the demon deflected. You ended up getting tossed out the window and fell 2 stories to the ground, you’d broken 3 ribs and your back was also hurt pretty bad. Dean freaked out, he thought you were dead when he saw you laying on the sidewalk. He carried you to the Impala and then into the Bunker, but now Dean is putting you on lockdown. He doesn’t let you leave the Bunker, hell he doesn’t even let you get your cereal from the top shelf. He does everything for you, making you rest in bed. The worst part of this recovery however is that Dean refuses to touch you. 

He doesn’t want to risk hurting you, so the two of you haven’t had sex in nearly a month. It’s driving you absolutely crazy. Your fingers aren’t even getting you off anymore, you need Dean. It took you nearly a week to convince him to sleep in the same bed as you at first, he’s limiting contact with you to allow you to heal but you can’t take it anymore. So as you watch your very sexy boyfriend and his brother exit the Bunker you bite your tongue to keep from screaming in frustration. There is still some bruising along your spine, and your ribs have mostly healed. The biggest nuisance is the soreness, your ribs and chest are so sore. It took you ages to even convince Dean to go on this hunt in the first place. 

“I’ll just get someone else on it.” Dean said, and you rolled your eyes. You laid back in yours and Dean’s shared bed, “go. I’ll be fine.” You insist but Dean looks up with one of his famous ‘deadpan glares’. Reaching forward Dean lifts your shirt to inspect the deep purple, yellow and blue bruising along your chest and upper abdomen. He looks up at you, concern swimming behind his eyes as he turns back to his phone. “Baby really, I’ll be fine for a few days.” You insist and finally Dean sighs in defeat. You and he both know he’s going stir crazy in this Bunker, “you start to hurt, something happens, anything happens you call me. Understood?” Dean asks, taking your hands in his and you nod with a smile on your face. 

Before he left however Dean insisted on moving any foods in the cupboard to a place you could reach. So most of the food is sitting on the counter even though you told Dean that wasn’t necessary. You grabbed some crackers and cheese from the kitchen before moving back into yours and Dean’s room. You lifted a book from the bookshelf, a large collection of the original Grimm Fairy Tales. You read the book word by word, trying your best to focus on the stories in front of you. You feel a heat simmering through your entire body as you look down at the sheets, oh how many times Dean’s made you cum on these sheets. You feel a throb begin to drum between your thighs as you imagine Dean’s perfect cock stretching you open. You take a deep breath while shaking your head before trying to refocus on the book. You continue reading a story called ‘Tom Thumb’, a very strange tale about a man who is only as big as a thumb. 

But once again as you continue to read, your mind wanders back to Dean. You imagine feeling his hands on you, running down your sides, slapping your ass, teasing up your inner thighs. You can practically feel the razor burn from his stubble lining his cheeks as he buries his head between your thighs. “Fuck it.” You mutter as you reach for your phone. You’re throbbing and practically dripping wet as you peel your clothes off. If Dean’s going to refuse to fuck you, then you’re going to make sure he’s suffering as much as you are. You undress down to your panties before posing in front of a floor length mirror you recently bought. You’re sitting on your knees with your thighs spread eagle wide so Dean can see how wet your panties are, and your elbows are pressing your breasts together. You snap the picture before sending it to Dean with the following message attached.  

Miss you xx 

Dean sits in the hotel room, rubbing a hand down his face as his eyes read over a website on rugaru lore. He wishes more than anything that you were here, he hates going on hunts without you. Dean squeezes his eyes shut as he remembers you on your knees during the last hunt, taking his cock all the way down your throat. He groans deeply as he pinches the bridge of his nose, he can still feel your hot wet mouth around him. Dean feels his cock swelling in his jeans when his phone vibrates. When he looks down he sees a message from you with a photo attached. Odd. You don’t normally send him pictures. Dean opens the message and when he sees the picture he feels a tingle shoot straight through his hard cock. You’re kneeling in front of the new mirror, your perfect legs spread open allowing Dean a view of your wet panties. Your breasts are nearly spilling out of your bra and you have such an innocent look on your face. Dean quickly types a reply and hits send. 

You wait for a few minutes before your phone vibrates. 

Christ baby. This hunt is sure as hell gonna be a lot harder with you sending me shit like this.  

You smile at his message when a wicked idea pops up in your head. You posed again, but this time you slid the crotch of your underwear to the side, revealing your bare pussy. You send it to Dean with another teasing message crafted. 

Though I’m not sure if I miss you or your cock more. ;) 

Dean nearly topples the table over to grab his phone when it finally vibrates again. He taps on the picture and he feels his cock throb painfully against his jeans. His eyes focus on your bare pussy, glistening in the light. Dean immediately responds, you’re really not making this ‘no sex’ rule easy on him. But he has work to do and he’s never going to get it done if you keep sending him pictures like this. 

I’ve gotta focus baby. 

You pout at his reply, tossing your phone back on the bed. Your pussy is throbbing as you lean back against the bed. These next few days until Dean gets home are going to be harder than you thought. 

***

Over the next few days you continue to send Dean raunchy pictures. One of you splayed out on the bed, another of you in the shower, bent over the kitchen table. You were wet and horny and now you were driving Dean to sex induced insanity. Every time his phone goes off he tenses up, trying to control his raging hard on before he even sees the picture. Sure enough when he opens his phone his cock stands at attention when he sees you with a vibrator buried inside yourself. “Fucking Christ,” Dean mutters to himself as he waits near the Impala for Sam to finish packing his stuff. Dean tries to subtly readjust himself in his jeans so Sam doesn’t see the bulge. 

On my way back Princess. Better be naked and waiting for me when I get home. 

Dean’s messages sends tingles to shoot through your entire body, thankfully this hunt was already in Kansas so they didn’t need to go far. You practically skip to yours and Dean’s room as you begin to pull your clothes off. You leave a trail of clothes from the hallway to the bedroom and soon you’re sitting on the mattress- stark naked. You feel heat spreading through your entire body and the wait is absolutely brutal. Your nipples are erect as the cool air brushes over them, and your pussy feels as though it’s melting into the bed due to how wet it is. Finally you hear the Bunker door swing open and slam shut. You hear two deep voices and some laughter echo through the hallways. You hear steps coming down the hallway before they come to a stop. “Uh Dean? Y/N needs you.” Sam groans uncomfortably when he notices your clothes scattered through the hallway. You smirk to yourself and try not to giggle as you imagine the grimace on Sam’s face. 

You hear a second pair of boots coming down the hallway and soon the door handle is turning. When the door swings open you see Dean standing in the doorway, you also see your bra hanging on the door handle. Yours and Dean’s sign for Sam to...not disturb you. Dean’s pupils are dilated as he kicks the door shut with his foot, and you can see his hard on through his jeans. “So baby do you wanna tell me why you tried to distract me when I was working?” Dean asks, his voice lower than it usually is as he crossed his arms. You squirmed under his heated gaze, your thighs rubbing together. “I-I missed your cock baby. You haven’t fucked me for weeks.” You complain, your eyes refusing to meet Dean’s. You keep your eyes down when you feel the bed shift as Dean sits at the end of it, his hand bringing your head up to look at him. “I couldn’t fuck you because you got hurt Princess.” He explains gently as your eyes meet his. 

“Well I’m better now, please fuck me Dean.” You plead, your fingers curling around the lapels of his jacket to try and pull his lips to yours. Dean however is much stronger than you and doesn’t move an inch as you tug on his jacket. “Does it still hurt baby?” Dean asks, his lips brushing against yours and you immediately shake your head no. “Only a little sore. Dean please I need your cock so bad baby.” You plead again, nearing tears as your hand reaches down to jerk him through his jeans. Dean’s resolve finally breaks as he gently lays you back on the bed, still making sure to be careful not to hurt you. His hands run up your stomach to cup your breasts, his lips following the path his hands took. His mouth curls around your left nipple, his thumb and pointer finger pinching at the other. You cry out, sensitive due to lack of contact for so long. Your fingers curl into the short hairs at the back of his head as you pull his head closer to your chest. Your back arches into him as Dean begins to grind his clothed cock against your wet pussy. “Princess you have no idea how badly I’ve missed being inside you.” Dean groans as his lips find your neck and one hand slides down your stomach to toy with your clit. 

You cry out again, your arms curling around his shoulders to hold him closer to you. Dean’s lips trail kisses up your neck before his lips meet yours at the same time that he slides 2 digits into you. Your moan is muffled by his lips as he begins to slowly pump his fingers inside you. “God baby,” Dean groans when he pulls back to admire you. Your body is covered in a sheen layer of sweat and your head is thrown back as you cry out softly. You feel your high building when you push Dean off you and roll over to straddle his waist. Dean’s eyes are wide and a smile is on his face when you frantically reach for the buckle of his belt. His smile widens when you slide down his legs after you take his cock out to slip the head into your mouth. Dean’s head is thrown back as you take him down your throat the first time. Groans tumble from his lips as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head up and down his length. His hand twists into your hair as he guides your head to move along his cock faster. When Dean feels his hips begin to stutter he yanks you off him before rolling over you again. 

“Baby if you start to hurt tell me mkay?” Dean says, the head of his cock parting your lips as he looks up into your eyes. His head brushes over your clit, causing a whine to fall past your lips, “okay baby. Now please get inside me.” You plead desperately and Dean doesn’t need to be asked twice. Dean slides into you with one push of his hips and both of you release sighs of relief. “Fuck baby you’re so tight, it really has been a while.” Dean groans into your neck as his arms wind protectively around you to pull you close to his chest. You can do nothing but moan in response as Dean pulls his hips back before pushing into you again. Dean sets a gentle, slower pace as he slides out so far only his head is still inside you before he thrusts into you again. The pace is steady as he rocks into you, and your hips meet his thrusts. Your chest feels sore as Dean’s head buries into your neck but you don’t say anything because you know he’ll stop and shit you never want him to stop. “Dean, baby don’t stop. God don’t stop baby please I’m so close.” You beg, your voice broken as your nails dig into his shoulders. Dean continues to pump into you, feeling his own high nearing as you clench around his cock when you cum. When you press kisses to his shoulders and squeeze around him again Dean is pulling out and cumming in hot thick ropes on your stomach. 

After taking a moment to catch your breaths, Dean presses a hot kiss to your lips before standing from the bed. He reaches into the desk for a box of tissues and he cleans the cum off your stomach before he collapses onto the bed next to you. Dean wraps an arm around you to pull you into his chest and you inhale sharply as pain rushes through you. Dean’s eyebrows raise in concern as he eyes you, “your ribs fucking hurt don’t they?” He asks, both guilt and concern rushing through him. You bring his lips down to yours as you kiss him sweetly, “just sore.” You reassure him before you pull Dean back down to lay next to you. Dean doesn’t entirely believe you but he decides to leave it alone to preserve the gentle nature of this moment. “I love you baby, you’re such a tease.” Dean growls playfully before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nuzzle into him, a smile on your face. “I love you Dean.” 

[prairiedust]

The Further Folklore of Supernatural

Here’s a little more folklore meta in light of how season 15 has been playing out if anyone is game. I genuinely thought that Moriah would be the end of the folklore stuff and tossed out “Folk the Author” as an “epilogue,” so this is probably less of an addendum than it is a waymarker as I try to continue to parse these themes into the last seven episodes.

Welp. *waves hands at everything* THIS is not how anyone expected 2020 to go. Things got a little bit big and I stopped thinking about Spn in light of needing that energy elsewhere. But I also don’t want this crapfest to ruin how I fan my favorite show, so here I go again. I will attempt a TL;DR, too!

If you’ve read my old “folklore” analysis here about how I think fairy tales and all their baggage fit into Supernatural season 14, you know that I believe Castiel has stepped into a Sleeping Beauty type story, and that coincidentally a few themes and symbolism from Snow White kept popping up around Dean. (I hold Sam to be a Protagonist in the modern “literary fiction” sense of the word, but emotionally, thematically, and narratively he’s always been a little inaccessible to me. I finally understood him when the death-of-the-author plot surfaced, and I’ll get to Sam eventually here. And Jack, there’s a little Jack in here, too.) 

If you would rather have the TL;DR than read several thousands of words about how folklore and myth *might* be abstractly connected to an American genre show, all I can say is that I tried. The textual support is all in the folklore posts. This is as succinct a summary as I could fabricate. At least I’m not gonna talk about Sam and bricolage and freeplay! This is an almost completely theory-free post! If you don’t want to read or don’t need a refresher and just want to know how this has been working in 15, you can scroll down to “END OF TL;DR”.

So, to catch up, I’m not talking about the folklore and mythology that this show has always relied on for plot and MOTWs. I wasn’t drilling down into urban legends like Hook Man or world folk monsters like shtrigas or pishtacos. By “folklore” I mean the study of storytelling tropes and tale types that have been with us for ages. One of the many subtexts of the end of the series. I’ve been tracking this because I think it’s fun to see how fairy tale imagery and mythology might layer preconscious suggestions into the text of the show. I personally think it was loud enough to be seen easily, but more than likely viewers felt unsettled, felt cheered, or felt like they knew what was coming? I’m curious to know. Anyway.

When we found out that Kelly Kline was going to name her baby “Jack” waaaaay back in season 12, things started chiming. Jack and the Beanstalk. Jack the Giant Killer. Jack Tales. Jack is a powerful Western character, sort of a cross between a noble hero and a trickster, featuring in stories that often blur lines and boundaries. He is both the poor man’s youngest son and the equal to King Arthur’s heir. Jack is both everyman and extraordinary. Jack is so cool, I wish I had more time to parse that but his qualities are not subtle in the text/subtext, anyway.

But back to my half-crack reading of seasons 14 and 15. 

Once upon a time in Supernatural, there were two fairy tales being told. Both fairy tales are found all over the world and in many forms, but they all can be grouped together because they all contain shared elements of the same basic plot or shared themes, and these two in particular are sister stories. So when I mention “Sleeping Beauty,” I’m talking about lots of different versions of the folk tale, and the same for “Snow White,” which can be found in one form or another in storytelling traditions all over the place. It is both helpful and irritating that these are both Disney movies, too.

Jack makes an allusion to Sleeping Beauty in 14x03 The Scar while talking to Castiel-- it’s the kind of subtextual flash that in and of itself means little and proves nothing, but then beginning with The Scar we got three stories in a row that dealt with “sleepers” of some sort-- Lora in 14x03 doomed to die because of a witch’s spell, Stuart in 14x04 Mint Condition in a coma because of a ghost attack, and Sasha’s father in 14x05 Nightmare Logic under the spell of a clever djinn. It’s powerful subtext, like a soft light that bathes these episodes in the color of fairy tale and makes Jack’s Dramatic Swoon at the end of Optimism all the more Dramatic-- subtext amplifying the plot. Jack goes to Heaven, but is eventually cornered by the Shadow, who wants him in the Empty where he will sleep forever-- the Shadow being an entity who has claimed the husks of dead angels since their inception and thus implies a “curse” laid on Jack from the moment he came into being-- but Castiel, who is ever a thief in oh so many ways, makes a bargain with the Shadow and essentially takes over the consequences of Jack’s Sleeping Beauty story (hence my rarely used but hilarious tag “Castiel Thief of Endings.”)

Now that we know from 14x20 Moriah that the Shadow and Billie the Reaper are, if not allies, at least working together when Jack is awakened in the Empty, does that mean that Castiel’s deal is still on the table, or has that fate been thwarted? *pounds table* Was Jack’s death and Chuck’s rise as a “greater threat” in 14x20 enough to shift Castiel’s ending? It’s the kind of subtextual question that lends tension to the narrative and it’s what I am here for. 

Well, speaking of thwarted expectations, Dean’s arc was being shadowed by a Snow White tale type. We all know Snow White but why don’t I sum it up anyway, since Disney messed up the folktale ending lol. Snow White is cast out of her home by her jealous stepmother (and echoes of the stepmother’s magic mirror show up in 15x02 Gods and Monsters) who sends her huntsman to kill her; the dude can’t do it and turns the girl loose in the forest instead. Snow White joins a band of outsiders who live in the forest-- in the Disney movie and the Grimms’ tale they are dwarfs, in some versions she happens upon a band of robbers-- and they love her very much and we presume she’s safe for the rest of her life; Michael mysteriously turns Dean loose to join Sam’s gathering of hunters, however we know, like Stepmom, Michael is still out there. The stepmother finds out that Snow White is actually alive and contrives to kill her herself. Eventually succeeding, Snow White appears to die and is usually laid to rest in a crystal casket/glass coffin. Her stepmother’s machinations have _stolen her agency_ (further paralleling Dean’s possession by AU!Michael.) A Handsome Prince stumbles upon Snow White, is besmitten with her, and he asks her protectors if he can have her, as one does. Leaving the Disney adaptation aside, Snow White awakens when whatever item that has caused her death-like state is dislodged (piece of apple in her throat) or removed (magic corset) or withdrawn (poisoned hairpin) by her protectors. Snow White is a story about the community of the dwarves of band of robbers or adopted family caring deeply for her, and when Dean starts making his own crystal casket, the ma’lak box, in which he will ride out eternity in tormented symbiosis with Apocalypse Michael, he has to rely on his family to help him see the plan through. However, here’s where Jack-- who is as much a chaos engine as his surrogate father Castiel if not more so-- steps in and ruins the ending. Jack smites Michael. Dean Winchester is saved. Again. To put the final nail in the coffin, so to speak, Jack later destroys the ma’lek box entirely. 

That was quite the surprise ending… for one of the stories.

Was the end of season 14 the end of the Sleeping Beauty theme, also?

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I quit writing about “folklore” for a while, but that doesn’t mean it stopped being a theme. It just stopped being fun to write about as the story got more and more dark, and when it transmuted into two parallel themes of “folklore” or storytelling by the people versus Death of the Author--or storytelling by a lauded authority-- and there was so much angst about the boundaries of Chuck’s powers, I just wanted to sit back and enjoy that. I did distill my thoughts about Sam’s new arc in the DotA plot, which I thought would subsume the folktale themes but hey, we still have folktales around, too. I mean, we have Sam and we have Dean, and we have two “literary” subtexts, or maybe rather two subjects about the nature of story, something that I thought was a little bit of a surprise.

Storytelling was a Feature of 15x07 Last Call, both in the sense that Lee and Dean swap new stories and tell old tales of their adventures together as they catch up, but also in the sense that we got additional “text”-- hints of a backstory where John and Dean hunted with Lee in that swampy long-ago “Stanford era,” and again we get storytelling when _Lee recounts how he ended up keeping a marid in his basement_. There is also an allusion to the Thousand and One Arabian Nights in that episode that I yelled about in a meta that I never put on the interwebs, but the “marid” is in a specific tale in many editions of that collection, and thus calls in not only a different folktale tradition but the concept of a framed/nested narrative, which I believe will be important to understanding the last episodes of the series, but that’s an aside. In 15x08 Our Father Who Aren’t In Heaven, Castiel _tells Michael the story_ of how everyone ended up where they are now to convince him to help. And Michael and Adam’s allyship, if not friendship, was probably the best subversion of any “storytelling” expectation we’ve ever had on this show. Belphagor set us up for “room full of crazy” or something, but, no. We got symbiosis. 

That almost sums up how I’ve been viewing the last “era” of spn. This wasn’t in the master post, but I shouted a lot about underworlds before 15x09 Purgatory 2: Return to Purgatory, and then stopped shouting because I had to ferment for a while. Also, as has been mentioned, the world turned to crap. But talking to other meta writers during the ramp up to the resumption of the season helped me realize just why this reading of myth to folktales to literature feels so right.

Underworlds and Otherworlds…. Everybody has crossed into an “underworld” or three in Supernatural, it’s really nbd. It was actually surface-level plot in season 13. By the time 15x09 rolled around, our heroes are just, like, strolling in and out of “sealed off” Hell after doing a level one spell and chilling with Billie in the Empty and even that Purgatory trip didn’t have the same feeling of danger that, say, crossing into the AU did. But also, we’re at the point where subtext is leading us to a _satisfactory_ ending. Where before we had serial text, like a cumulative tale type-- “The House that Jack Built”-- which just kept adding more and more plot, we’re hurtling o’er the apex of Freytag’s pyramid now and things are getting loud.

But they’re also getting very shifty.

I wrote a little bit about Sam Winchester successfully reviving Eileen in 15x06 Golden Time and the “Orpheus and Eurydice” symbolism of him keeping his back to her. (I’m not linking it because it’s so, so rough.) But because Sam is not an underworld hero, not completely-- I see him as a modern Protagonist coming to terms in a psychoanalytical model with things like mortality, fallibility, and mastery-- maybe bildungsroman, even -- he was able to subvert the tragic ending of the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice because it is not “his” story. But if I were pressed to find a mythic or folk tale type to measure Sam against, I could. I would probably sideye “the sorcerer’s apprentice” trope (ATU 325-The Magician and his Pupil :D ) which began as a poem that entered European folklore on different fronts. (and weirdly, that story was also Disnified in Fantasia. That’s probably more my own limitation as a gen x american lol than anything coming from the writer’s room.)

Dean got his moment in Purgatory where he was able to finally come to grips with his anger and heal the rift between himself and Castiel because Purgatory is a different kind of underworld. Dean is a successful threshold-crosser, having crossed that boundary out of Purgatory before, but in 15x09, his prayer to Castiel is all a subtextual evocation of doing the emotional and mental work of therapy, which Sam, as a modern protagonist, is usually caught up in. The mythic hero also deals with mortality, failibilty, and mastery, but in different terms. I hope I’m doing an okay job peeling apart these nuances that I’m seeing.

Since Castiel accompanied Dean to Purgatory, and in the past made his own wildly successful incursion into and out of Hell with Dean’s soul, and was the one in The Trap who actually retrieved the Leviathan blossom, Castiel counts as an underworld hero, too, but you can pull the lever and send the tumblers spinning again and make him a fairy tale character in that he has made this Bargain with the Empty which is both in the “modern” tradition of subverting a fairy tale, and the tale type “deal with the devil.” Or he could be seen as a modern protagonist in that he’s lowkey grappling with questions of selfhood and identification. “I am an angel of the lord.” “I am no one.” “It’s Steve, now.” “You are nothing.” “I am an angel.”

We even got an episode that playfully explored the concept of “hero” by subverting our expectations (Sam and Dean were rescued by, of all people, an upgraded Garth.) It was called The Hero’s Journey, after the Joseph Campbell book about mythic heroes.... !!! Like, what??? !!!! I didn’t even have anything to say about that episode, it just rocked. The “meta” was just all out there in plot, like the olives and boiled eggs in a 1950’s gelatin recipe. 

Some of this slipperiness in the subtext points right at the study of folklore and the (admittedly Eurocentric at first) efforts to transform a “soft science” into something approaching scientific rigor. The Aarne-Thompson-Uther folktale index is today a codifying or cataloguing tool, with which anthropologists and literature scholars can line up stories based on the motifs found within them-- it is useful for cataloguing tales, making comparative studies, and for trying to trace these stories back through human history to find the One First Story of that type, for instance the ur-story that led to Snow White. When did people first start telling that tale, where, how did it spread, and why are we still telling it today? The danger in using the ATU index is that by stripping a story down to it’s bones, we lose the story, if that makes sense. The beauty of using the ATU index is that you find many, many more interconnected stories. It’s sort of a paradox. Some scholars criticize the ATU, claiming that one could take a random selection of these motifs and shuffle them to create a story and, you sort of could? That’s the beauty of the system. 

So that brings us to Jack. I feel like Jack, as in Jack of all Trades, is anything that the narrative needs him to be. As far as I can find, “Jack” is not a “tale type.” He shows up alongside any number of them-- sometimes as a trickster, sometimes as a hero, almost always as a kind of slippery character. In the first folklore post, I invested many words in exploring Dabb’s obsession with threes-- AU Michael asks three beings what they desire, asks his human victim to guess his name three times, then we follow three sleeper stories, and so on. The original TFW was three people. But Jack makes four. 

What is Jack’s story going to be?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And speaking for a sec about the origins of myth and folklore-- what about ALL OF THE OTHER PEOPLE in the world? Are they lowkey churning the matrix of reality on their own and generating their own content, like Becky and her AO3 stories and mackettes? 

*¯\_(ツ)_/¯ intensifies*

It all just feels so good at this point, even the peril that I feel surrounding Castiel.

I *think* this will be the last of the longform metas before the end of the series. I mean, I can only hope so. I’ll drop some stuff about individual episodes that might be applicable as I rewatch, and I might clean up my post about Last Call and drop it on here, but I just wanted to kind of hold this up as a mile marker before the Final Seven air.