#its not his fault he didnt realize that like the demons and the angels and god thenself was lying to him

[arobats]

"Why Sam Winchester's Triggering of the Apocalypse Should be Considered Entrapment and Thus People Need to Stop Putting the Blame Solely on Him": an essay

[diavolosthots]

Hi there! I just found your blog and OMG I love it!! Can I request the brothers + undateables reactions to being caught touching themselves by MC? Thank you in advance!! 💚

I honestly feel terrible everytime i write NSFW for simeon 💀💀

warning: NSFW

THE BROTHERS + UNDATEABLES reacting to getting caught touching themselves by MC

Lucifer:

YOU might be shocked, but really he had been expecting you. Thats why his strokes never faltered and the eye contact was kept. That smirk and those dirty words successfully drawing you into him so that you ended up beneath him on his bed, "such a dirty little girl/boy. I bet you've been hoping to catch me this whole time..."

Mammon:

He gets super flustered, actually. Seeing you? Pleasure himself? To the thought of you nonetheless? Ugh how embarrassing. But also sees it as an opportunity to show you what he wants. Does a whole 180° and pushes you against the door you just walked through, "ya see what ya do t'me? This is all cuz of ya..."

Leviathan:

Yo everyone knows not to come into Levi's room unannounced unless you want to see some weird stuff. Right now he was very much indulged in tentacle porn and pleasuring himself, only noticing you when you cleared your throat and he literally fell off his chair. Whines, complains, and blushes. Also kicks you out and puts a new lock on the door. Will avoid eye contact for weeks.

Satan:

Listen he doesnt do it a lot and hes usually very careful not to get caught so having you just burst in his room like that trying to hide from Lucifer quite literally had him shrieking and gripping his cock way too hard, ending in a loud groan. Now you're both staring at each other but Satan slowly regains his composure and smirks, "you should pay up for using my room as your escape."

Asmodeus:

The reason he was sprawled out on his bed rather ~sexy~ was because he knew you were coming and he wanted to give you a full view of the way he pleasured himself. "Come in, dear~ don't be shy, just join the fun~" somehow convinces you to, indeed, join the fun.

Beelzebub:

He honestly feels so bad and stops all movements, making eye contact with you. Now both of you are blushing and your eyes flicker between his and that of his hardened dick. But what you said next had him almost tumbling over "you... You want a hand with that?"

Belphegor:

Really, what did you expect him to do in the middle of the night? Sleep? He does that all day. But also he knows you enjoyed it. He heard you approach his door a few minutes ago and he picked up his pace, cumming right as you opened the door. He has no shame whatsoever.

Diavolo:

Diavolo does it everywhere which is mainly why you caught him stroking himself in his office, walking in right as he came undone. A couple spurts of demon cum and a very red faced you later, you realized his cock was still rock hard and big. "Take a picture, it lasts longer. Or we could just skip the awkward phase and get to the part where you'll bounce on my cock.

Barbatos:

A demon has needs, thats all I'm saying. Diavolo has been working him way too much lately and much as he loved the Demon Lord, he really just needed some well deserved stress relieve right now. Its kind of your fault for walking in without knocking and seeing him work on himself so... Needily. Anyway y'all fucked.

Simeon:

Listen this human body he got when he came down from heaven was already weird to get used to okay but he didnt realize it came with so many unnecessary functions, like morning wood. It would just not go back down no matter how much he thought about chairs or the never ending doom that this sin would cause. He also didn't realize didnt lock the door so yeah the look of shock on your face while you saw an ANGEL self pleasure was enough to push him into a series of depression.

Solomon:

This man has been hanging around Asmodeus too much im telling you. You obviously shrieked after coming into his room and seeing him with a hand wrapped around his hard cock, but he just made eye contact and started a small conversation while he continued to stroke himself, "wanna join, (Y/N)?"

[holylulusworld]

The morning after - Part 1

Summary: Reader wakes up next to the Winchesters…naked. Like always - after the fun there will be consequences.

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam, Castiel

Warnings: language, implied smut, smut (flashbacks), unplanned pregnancy (wrap it kiddos!), angst, sad reader, jealous reader (a bit)

The morning after Masterlist

Waking up your head feels like it got hit with a baseball bat. Your mouth tastes like whiskey mixed with the taste of someone else’s tongue.

Flinching you realize you’re completely naked and your whole body feels exhausted.

Turning around you see someone lying next to you…naked. God what did you do last night?

Trying to figure out who lies next to you, you tilt your head. Oh god…Sam…Sam is laying next to you…a naked Sam.

Ashamed you turn around only to see Dean on the other side of the bed…naked too.

Fucking shit what did you do last night? According to your soreness and exhaustion you assume you had sex … with both men.

Hiding your face in the palms of your hands you try to calm down. Your mind is racing and your head is spinning. God how did you end up in bed with your hunting partners?

The hunt…whiskey…a lot of whiskey. Trying to focus what happened last night you close your eyes.

You drank with the boys and then you played... oh fuck Dean suggested strip poker. You remember Dean won; of course he won that little fucker.

You were left in your underwear. You remember kissing Sam to at least keep your panties…

You remember Dean kissing down your spine…then…nothing…blank…

Fuck what did you do? Groaning you take a deep breathe … Maybe you didn’t fuck them?

But the sticky feeling between your thighs tells another story…oh god you didn’t use protection? Shit, shit…you’re on birth control…but shit!

Wait did you take your pill yesterday? Oh god, did you?

Whining you try to remember but all you can remember is Sam eating you out…fuck he was good at it! Focus, Y/N, goddamn focus!

But the next thing you remember is Dean switching places with Sam and shit his cock … fuck … so deep inside of you. Groaning he fucked you into the mattress.

Focus…did you take your pill? But your mind is busy showing you Dean and you moving in sync while Sam is watching and shit you came so hard and then…no, no…then you fucked Sam too. Awesome!

He was even bigger and rough…shit Sammy was rough. You never thought he would … fucking shit focus! Did you take your pill?

Whining you try to remember anything useful, but all you can see is Sam and Dean fucking you in the best way possible.

“God what did I do? Fuck!” You mutter.

“Correct Sweetheart!” Dean chuckles.

“Dude! Not so loud!” Sam groans.

“What did we do?” You whisper.

“We had fun last night.” Dean answers.

“Dean we crossed a line!” You mutter.

“Sorry but you were so hot and half naked…” Sam groans kissing your shoulder.

“I think I need a shower.”

“All three of us.” Dean chuckles wiggling his eyebrow.

“Not a chance, I can’t remember much but I’m beyond sore.” You scold.

“What a pity. Maybe we should make you remember?” Dean groans before kissing you roughly.

“Did one of you use protection?” You ask.

“Shit…not.” Sam stammers. “Dean?”

“Fuck…no…we were too busy…shit. Birth control?”

“I’m on pill but I can’t remember if I took it yesterday.”

“Wait you swallowed a pill before we drank whiskey.” Sam says and you sigh relieved.

“Thank Chuck!”

“So shower all three of us?” Dean insists.

“Dean I’m sore and maybe we shouldn’t do this again…” You whisper.

“But you had fun too.” Sam whines.

“I barely remember the fun! I was beyond drunk…”

“You said you want us … both.” Dean insists.

“I can’t remember.” You lie.

Jumping out of the bed you almost run into the shower.

“Do you think she regrets last night?” Sam asks sad.

“No, she lied. Can see through he façade. She’s a bit ashamed I guess.”

2 weeks later

Watching the boys flirting with another chick you feel anger boiling up your stomach. They fucked you and told you you’re something special and now they… well after the fight the morning after you guess Sam and Dean aren’t interested any longer.

Sighing you watch them until…oh god…Why is your stomach rumbling? …shit… Running into the restrooms you say goodbye to your dinner. What’s wrong with you?

Since over a week you feel exhausted, your stomach rumbles and…oh no…god, please no.

Leaving the bar you storm toward your car. There was a drugstore nearby the motel.

After buying a pregnancy test you drove back to the motel. Starring at the positive test in your hand you start crying. Sitting on the bathroom floor you don’t know what to do.

“No, no.” You sob.

“Hey, what’s up Y/N?” Sam asks concerned. You didn’t realize they came back too.

Sobbing you show him the positive pregnancy test.

“You’re pregnant?”

Nodding you start crying. “Don’t cry, maybe it’s wrong.” Sam tries to sooth you.

“Hey, whoa what did you do Sammy?” Dean grunts.

“She’s pregnant.”

“Baby, don’t cry. Does the father know?” Sam asks.

“What? I don’t know who the father is!” You yell.

“So many guys?” Sam asks again.

“No! Only you two in the last two years. I didn’t have sex with someone else! How can you think … I’m not a whore!” You sob.

“I thought you’re on birth control.” Sam says.

“I am and you said I took my pill.”

“You see…I’m not sure.” He stammers now and Dean eyes widen.

“But you said you saw me taking my pill! If I would’ve known I could’ve taking plan B!” You yell at Sam.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t want to kill the mood, so I lied.” Sam admits.

“Great! Now I’m pregnant and got no clue who knocked me up!” You grunt. Starting to cry again you can’t stop the tears from falling down. Honestly you always wanted a baby, but not like that.

“Hey, we’re going to fix this.” Dean tries to sooth you.

“Fix? A baby ain’t a car!” You grunt.

“Do you want to keep it?” Sam asks softly.

“I don’t know…” Sniffing you wipe away the tears. You already made your decision seeing the two blue stripes.

“You want to keep it - right?” Dean says smiling.

Humming you look at the test again. “Don’t worry I’ll leave the bunker. Still got my old hut.” You whisper.

“You won’t leave pregnant with my baby.” Sam orders.

“Minutes ago you thought I fucked so many guys that I don’t know who the father is.” You snap at him.

“Hey Sammy didn’t mean it that way. Let’s bring you home. Castiel can check the baby and we make an appointment for an ultrasound.” Dean whispers. Picking you up he carefully places you on the bed.

“I should leave. You two don’t want a baby with a one night stand.” You whisper.

“How dare you calling the mother of our child a one night stand!” Sam scolds.

“But that’s the truth. You were head over heels for the chick at the bar. I was just an easy lay for one night, nothing more.”

“We weren’t head over heels. She was a vamp. Killed her outside the bar.” Dean explains.

“Oh…” Casting your look down you play nervously with your fingers.

“Let’s drive back to the bunker and Cas checks on you. Tomorrow we’ll make an appointment for you to see a doctor.” Sam says softly.

“Okay…”

Smiling Sam picks you up to carry you toward the Impala. “I can walk Sam.” You scold.

“No, you didn’t feel well.” Placing you into the backseat Sam sits next to you.

“Lay in my lap, I’ll stroke your back. I read that this can help a pregnant woman relax.”

“You read an article about pregnant women?” You ask giggling.

“Always be prepared.” Sam states.

“Not always…”

“Sorry, this is all Dean’s and my fault. We were too hot and bothered … too eager to finally be with you to think straight.”

“I decided to drink so much and if I remember right I kissed you first…well to keep my panties.”

“But in the end you lost your panties too.” Dean says chuckling.

“Not funny Dean.”

“Come one Y/N it was funny. Now I’ll drive us back and then we make you feel comfortable. But first Cas will check on you.” Starting the engine Dean looks in the rear view mirror at you smiling.

“We don’t know who the father is.” You whisper.

“Doesn’t matter. We are the father, both of us. So don’t worry, we’ll take care of you and our baby.” Dean states not excepting any argument.

Back at the bunker Dean drags Cas out of his room to check on you.

“Cas please check on Y/N she’s pregnant from one of us.” Dean pleas.

Smiling Castiel touches your belly. Closing his eyes his features darken.

“We’ve got a problem. There are two babies. Y/N is pregnant with a new vessel for Michael…” At this words Dean starts smiling and Sam sighs disappointed.

“…and a new vessel for Lucifer.” Castiel ends his sentence concerned.

Sam looks at your stunned form, hugging you tight he can’t stop smiling. You’re going to have his baby and well Dean’s, but you’re going to have a baby with him.

“Oh god…two babies?” You whisper scared.

“Shhh…we’re going to make this work.” Dean tries to sooth you. Gently stroking your back he locks eyes with Sam. Nodding Sam let go of you so Dean can hold you tight.

“How can Y/N be pregnant from both of you?” Castiel asks confused.

“Well…we…had sex together.” Sam blurs out.

“Oh…I see.” Turning crimson Cas casts his look down. “We need to keep her safe. Not just the demons will be after her, the angels too.”

“She’s our girl, the mother of our children. We’ll make sure she’s safe.” Dean states holding you even tighter.

“We kill everyone who tries to come close to her.” Sam adds. Kissing the crown of your head he smiles again.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I just leave…”

“No.” Dean says tighten his embrace.

“But we only had sex as we were drunk!” You insist.

“I wasn’t drunk and Sammy only had half a whiskey. We just…we know we shouldn’t have taken advantage of your drunken state but we always wanted you.” Dean rasps.

“Oh…you wanted me?”

“Always…we just agreed you’re off limits, but when you kissed Sammy and then me we couldn’t resist any longer.”

“Do you want to do it again?” You ask biting your lip.

“God, yes.” Sam groans behind you.

“Then we should do it sober this time as I want to remember every detail...”

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[chiroyu]

These Words

Chapter 1: Fights and regrets

Crowley isn't sure what had started the argument. Perhaps it had to deal with how he ties his shoes. Which he doesnt, but that is not the point. All he knows is one moment Aziraphale and him are drinking, discussing something or the other. And then the next moment their glasses are discarded and they're standing up yelling at each other.

"You're so frustrating, Crowley! Why cant you just grow up and stop acting like a child?!" Aziraphale yelled, gripping his hands into fists tightly.

Crowley growled. "Me, frustrating?! How about you take a look at yourself, Aziraphale! You're constantly on about your stupid books, your stupid want for food, you're annoying!" He growls loudly, yelling in anger as he stomps closer to aziraphale and pokes him in the chest with his finger.

Aziraphale looks hurt, backing up slowly away from Crowley. But crowley doesnt notice, or if he does he doesnt care, he continues to step forward until their chests were almost touching.

"You're as indecisive as they come, constantly whining about, 'should I read this or that, should I order that or this!' I wish for once in your bloody life you'd shut up and just choose!"

He stops only for a moment to catch his breath before continuing. "And dont fucking get me started on when we're in the bedroom! Constantly complaining about the position, about how I'm too rough, or too gentle, which one do you want?! And then you whine about your body, im sick of hearing about how you feel uncomfortable with this and that about yourself, because frankly I do not care!! I just want a goodsnag, not your incessant chatter!" He yells in anger, spittle flying everywhere.

By this point Aziraphale's eyes are dripping with tears, and only now does it seem that crowley notices what he said and how it affected aziraphale.

Crowley steps back, looking extremely guilty. "A-angel, I didnt mean- I was so angry, I'm s-so-" hes cut off by an upset Aziraphale.

Aziraphale shakes his head, his body shaking as he let's out a sob. "Be quiet! Just leave!"

Crowley tries to step forward to console Aziraphale, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. But aziraphale knocks it away, glaring up at Crowley with wet, tear filled eyes.

"Do not touch me, y-you- you fiend! Just leave!" Aziraphale yells loudly, stepping back away from crowley as he continues to cry.

Crowley steps back in surprise. "Angel, P-please listen, I-i didnt mean- " again he is cut off by Aziraphale.

"No, I dont want to hear your- your excuses! I want you to leave! Now go!" Aziraphale says, his voice stern and cold.

Crowley realizes that Aziraphale wont listen to him, no matter what he does or says. Not right now at least. He would have to come back when.they both were cool minded to apologize. So he nods slowly, looking down at the floor with a saddened and guilty expression. "A-alright angel, I'll leave... i-im sorry." He tries again as he begins to walk towards the door.

Aziraphale sobs, looking at Crowey as he walks by with an angry, upset expression. "I dont want your a-apologizes! I-i hope you crash and die in your stupid car!" He yells in an outburst of anger, not realizing the weight of his words in that moment.

Crowley looks hurt, but feels like he deserves those words as he leaves the book shop and walks quickly to his car. He gets in slowly, stopping for a moment to look at the book shop front before starting the car and driving off quickly and recklessly.

Aziraphale stands in the book shop alone, sobbing quietly as he tries to wipe his tears on his sleeve. Why was crowley so mean?! Was he thinking such things all the time?! Why he really that annoying?! He sobbed loudly, walking himself over tot he couch and sitting down heavily.

Meanwhile, crowley was driving through London at the highest speed possible. He drove around cars, often going into the opposite lane of traffic to do so. The night was dark and foggy, somehow fitting the mood he was feeling right then. Why did he have to say those things to angel?! They weren't even true! He would never think such things about angel, he couldnt possibly! But dammit he had gotten so angry and he just wanted to let it out, even if what he said was lies he had wanted to see the hurt flash across Aziraphale's face. And he did and it dodnt feel him with satisfaction, it filled him with guilt. Fuck, he was so guilty...

He looked down at his hands on the steering wheel, which he gripped tightly, he felt tears well up in his eyes which closed his vision. He sniffled, not reaching up to wipe them away. "Fuck..." he mumbles. Looking back up from his hands and to the road. his eyes flying open wide at what he saw.

Aziraphale had had a few minutes to calm himself, sniffling quietly as he wiped his eyes from the left over tears. He sighs gently, thinking back over the fight. It wasnt just Crowley who was in the wrong, he was as well. He had been the one to start the fight, even though he had not meant to he did. He was the one who put the final nail int je coffin as they say, causing Crowley to lash out... it was his fault and he needed to apologize.

So he got up and went over to his phone, clearing his throat before picking it up and dialing in Crowley's number. He waited, the phone ringing a few times before going to voicemail. He tried again.

Quite a bit away from the book shop and a few minutes prior to Aziraphaletrying his phone, Crowley had served to avoid an oncoming car that otherwise would have driven into him at full speed. Instead, he swerved right into a large tree.

He heard more than felt crunching and breaking noises, coming from both himself and his car. He felt blood drip down his face, tasting it in his mouth. He felt sluggish, draped over the dashboard and wheel. He couldnt get his body to move, only able to lay there and watch as smoke escaped from beneath the hood of the car. He watched it form intricate shapes and patterns, moving pictures that replayed his memories.

He heard a ringing noise, looking to the left where he saw the small screen of his phone light up. The screen vibrates slightly from the ringing noise, but he was able to read Aziraphale's name. "A-angel..." he tries to say, but it comes out raspy and breathy.

Crowley tries to move his hand to get his phone, but the call ends before he can reach it. He sees his hand move and grip the phone a few moments later, but he doesnt feel it. The ringing starts again and his shaky hand slowly hits the answer button. He is breathing hard, he realizes, as he tries to talk. "A-a-an-gel-"

Azirapahle sighs in relief, twisting the phone cord around his finger as he does so. "Ah, crowley, I'm glad you answered. I'm very sorry for how I reacted, I should have listened to you. Now taht I've calmed down, I wanted to-" he stops as he realizes how quiet Ceowley is. "Crowley?" He asks, slightly worried the demon may be angry with him.

Crowley tries to answer to Aziraphale's words, but all he can do is continue to breathe heavily. His hand which is holding the phone is shaking. "A-a-a-" he can barley even make that one simple sound. His mind feels heavy like its filled with goo or sludge, feeling like something is moving and swimming inside his head.

"Crowley?" He asks again, listening closely and barley being able to make out heavy breathing and a few noises. "Crowley, is everything okay?" His voice slightly higher pitched as he asks, more worried.

Crowley can barley move his mouth to make any noises. his eyes lids feel extremely heavy, trying to close every few seconds. He forces himself to try and speak. "I-I'm s-s-so-rry.." he gets out in broken syllables before he sees the phone drop from his hand. Distantly he can hear Aziraphale's worried voice calling out for him, but he cant make out what exactly he is saying. He feels his eye lids slowly close, the last thing he sees is a shadow just outside the car reaching for him.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale calls out, gripping the phone in his hands tightly. "W-whats wrong, why are you apologizing?! A-are you hurt, what happened?!" He doesnt get a response.and feels panic well up inside. "Crowley!!" He yells loudly, desperate hoping for a response. He doesnt get one and sobs loudly. It feels like his heart is being gripped tightly, on the verge of exploding. "Crowley, please, love, answer me!" He sobs loudly. Still, there is not a single word for a response.

Aziraphale so a again, listening closely, so closely, for a single noise. Then he hears it. Slight shuffling that gets nearer until he hears what sounds like something covering the phones mic then uncovering it. "Crowley?!" He calls out loudly.

Theres more shuffling before a voice responds, but it isn't Crowley. Aziraphale recognizes that voice.

"sorry, Crowley cant come to the phone right now." The voice says. and why does it sound so familiar to Aziraphale.

"And why not?!" He calls out, extremely worried.

"Why? Because he is dead, of course" the voices responds deadpan.

And then Aziraphale recognizes teh voice. Its death. "No... no, he cant be! H-he cant be!" He sobs out, not wanting to believe it.

Death is quiet for a moment before he hums, more shuffling from his side of the phone. "But he is."

Aziraphale chokes on a sob. "N-no... h-how?!" He demands loudly.

"A car crash." He says simply.

And the fight replays in Aziraphale's mind, remembering when he told Crowley he hoped he would crash and die in his stupid car. He sobs again, falling to his knees and shakily reaching up to cover his mouth with his hand. "No..." he replies quietly.

Death chuckles. "Yes." And then the line goes dead, leaving Aziraphale with the harsh dial tone ringing in his ear as he sobs out in pain and grief.

[spootiliousrps]

Fluffy/Angst Ineffable Husbands

Stranger: Aziraphale jumped, a bit spooked as the doors to his book shop slammed open, only to reveal Crowley on the other side as he strode in. Aziraphale sighed, scrambling to organize his paper and books before he stood up. "Crowley, the book shop is closed. Why are you here?" He walked  past his friend, giving him a small forced smile before closing the doors of his shop before anyone else came in thinking they were open. He turned back towards Crowley. "Is everything okay? Do you need something?"

You: "No, angel it bloody isn't." Crowley retorted as he stormed through the room to the other side of the shop. He didn't even pause to glance back at the Angel as he dug in one of the cabinets where he knew Aziraphale kept his good liquor. "I need a drink. That's what I need." He answered a bit animatedly as he poured a large glass and a small second to be handed to Aziraphale.

Stranger: As he saw Crowley storming away, Aziraphale began to worry, following his friend to the other side of his shop as Crowley poured them both a glass. Aziraphale didnt feel like drinking amything for the time being, but he said thank you as Crowley handed it over to him. He tried to study Crowleys face, trying to figure out whats wrong. "Whats wrong, my dear? Has something happened? Does involve Heaven and Hell?" He hoped it didnt. "Why dont we sit down and relax." He tried to motion to the couch but wasnt sure if Crowley was going to actually sit down. He was just so worried about what was troubling the other. He didnt like it when Crowley was upset.

You: Crowley shook his head at the offer of sitting, brushing it off completely as he threw back his drink and began pouring another. "This is partially your fault, you know." He accused. "You let me encourage you into helping me so often..." He huffed, tossing another back and refilling. "Maybe if I wasn't so good at being bad... No, no... I wouldn't be a Demon if that was the case." He rambled seeming to talk to himself more than Aziraphale. He turned, leaning against the small table as he gestured as he spoke, his drink sloshing a bit as he waved it about. "And where has that gotten me? Hm?! Everywhere everyone else wants to be! But not me angel! Not me!"

Stranger: Aziraphale grew more worried and the look of confusion washed over his features. He watched his friend down a few more drinks and planned to step in and stop him from drinking another if he poured hiself another drink. Aziraphale set his glass to the side and stepped closer to Crowley trying to get the other man to foxua. "Crowley, whats the problem? Youre mumbling, dear, and I dont understand whats going on. Did I do something wrong?" He said deflating a bit, worried that he was the one to get Crowley in trouble because of the accusations. "Whats gotten you so worked up?"

You: Crowley hesitated, his frown deepening at the sound of Aziraphale's concerns. Still he seemed to calm when the Angel was near. He lifted a hand giving a lazy wave of dismiss at the question. "No, angel... You didn't do anything." He sighed, deflating a bit. Still he paused, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Its Hell..." He began, peering down at the liquid in his glass and swirling it a bit. "They... Well... They want to give me a promotion." He explained.

Stranger: Aziraphale relaxed a bit at the same time as he saw Crowley calming greatly. He shifted his feet and gave another confused look. He tilted his head a bit, trying tovthink of a way to cheer up Crowley. "Isnt a promotion a good thing? Or does that mean something different in Hell? Still, I congratulate you." He chose his next words carefully. "For being an amazing troublemaker for Hell, you really are quite . . generous." He clasped hia hands together, knowing that was another word for Crowley being a kind person.

You: Crowley, so distraught with his own news either didn't seem to notice the compliment or chose to ignore it. "No... No! You don't get it, angel!" He huffed pushing away from the counter and began pacing in front of the fire place. "I'm already a /Duke/ of Hell." He reminded shaking his head. "How much higher do you think I can go?" He asked, arching his brows as if the answer was obvious. Above a Duke there were only two titles: Prince and King... and in Hell... They were the same Rank and only one being held it currently. Satan himself. What most beings didn't realize is that Satan was the name of the first Devil... Since then he had been dethroned twice usually violently, and replaced by another of the original fallen Angels. As of six months prior the last Prince of Darkness, King of Demons, Ruler of Hell had been dethroned leaving the position... available.

Stranger: He watched his friend move frantically and Aziraphale unconsciously took a step towards himcwanting to calm down, but froze when the realization of what Crowley was saying hit him. He looked away from Crowley, not wanting to show the saddness he was feeling to Crowlwy. Usually when someone is promoted higher then Duke in both Heaven or Hell, they usually stay in Heaven or Hell on occasion and the thought of Crowley going to Hell and staying there forever hit him like he had been stabbed in the heart. "Oh. . . .well, you really are a good Demon, arent you?" He gave a small forced smile. "If you get your promotion, will you have to stay in Hell? Is the weight of controlling all of one side worrying you?" He shiftes his feet, glancing at Crowley. "Do you even want to be Prince?"

You: Crowley shook his head, downing his glass once more and giving a sigh. "Angel... I didn't even want to be a /Demon/." He reminded. "It just sort of... Happened! As for staying in Hell..." He slammed his glass down on the table next to Aziraphale's reading chair before sauntering over to the sofa and collapsing onto it. "I'd be forced to... Maybe even indefinitely. A few centuries to be sure... With a new ruler... everything has to be changed, coups diverted... Demons to behead... /Paperwork/ to be done." He shuddered at the thought.

Stranger: Aziraphale nodded, watching his friend flop onto the couch. "Yes, I know. You are good at your job, but you are not evil." He ealked over to his glass that he had not drunken and miracled the drink back away before he took the glass and put it away. He walked back over to Crowley standing at the edge of thw sofa and chuckled lightly. "Yes, oh how could anything be as bad as /paperwork/? Youll have so muxh to do, youll never have time to do the things you like. Thats why I was happy to be a soldier and not a leader. Earth is home now and I dont want to see you go, Crowley." He said, he face growing a light red as he moved to sit in his chair. He had never convinced to ever missing Crowley.

You: "/You/ don't want to see me go?" Crowley scoffed, throwing his hands up into the air. "/I/ don't want to see me go!" He retorted. "What am I suppose to do in Hell? Torture people! Boring! I give it a year and I'll be ready to bathe in Holy Water just to have something to do!" He scoffed. "Not to mention Beelzabub! He's going to be up my arse the whole time and while I'm usually not opposed to something like that I'll pass thanks!" He scoffed. "But I don't know what to do! I can't refuse, I'll be destroyed!"

Stranger: Aziraphale gave him a sympathetic look, not sure how to help his friwnd. "No I dont. And I can see how Hell can be boring. I wouldnt want ro do any of those duties, niether would I want to do Heavens." His eyes went a little wide at Crowley inappropriate remark, and he blushed. "Crowley! You language sometimes, I swear." Then an idea stuck him. "What if you tried to covince the people and Demons of Hell to choose another peraon? Or you started doing some Heavenly things? Or did something thats against Hell?"

You: Crowley shook his head almost immediately at the suggestions, though he seemed to hesitate a bit at the last. "There is no one else, angel... The Angels that fell with me have all perished... Its just me now... Thats one of the reasons I decided to stay here on Earth. Even if I decided to do something Heavenly it is written in the law of Hell that a Fallen /must/ be the one to sit on the throne. I could gain my sainthood and still be forced to rule." He sighed. "The only way to change that would be to have the current ruler rewrite the laws but there is no current ruler. Which is why the issue is here to begin with!" He huffed in frustration.

Stranger: Aziraphale sighed, out of ideas. He moved his hands to his lap and folded them, fiddling with his fingers. "Then when you are ruler, why dont you just change the rules? Give the spot over to somone else or kepp it but allow yourself to move around freely?" He looked over to Crowley. "Its all so frustrating. We shouldnt have to worry about any of this stuff when we have been stationed onto Earth."

You: "But thats just it, angel... I'm in this situation /because/ of being stationed on Earth." He sighed, sinking down across the cushions. "I wouldn't be in this position if I had been down there. I'd be dead by now. Honestly that sounds like the better deal at the moment." He huffed. "Maybe I'll just return to my transform and hide among your books for the rest of eternity." He suggested, shifting into a small grass snake and curling up on himself as if to emphasis that he was serious.

Stranger: Aziraphale gave another saddened look, realizing Crowley had no way out of it. "Oh please dont think of Death as an option. I dont like that idea." Then he gave a small smile, amused. "My dear, even if Id allow that, and I would, they would come searching for you and once they find out you have been hidding away with your opposition, an /Angel/, trouble is bound to happen." He always thought Crowley as a snake was adorable. He was always so graceful and beautiful as a snake.

You: Snake Crowley gave a small hushed hiss in response, slithering in between the cushions until the only thing left that was visible was his small snout. Aziraphale was probably right though, Crowley could always argue he had 'tempted' an Angel which was more than any of those bastards could manage. Though it still wouldn't stop his promotion. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place and the only thing he wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the next few centuries.

Stranger: Aziraphale smiled at Crowley, watching as he moved into his sofa only leaving his snout to be seen. And as Crowley thought, he probably had "tempted" an Angel. The Angel never wanted to leave Crpwleys side and the friendship that had been grown of the last 6000 years made him happy, even if they were hereditary enemies. "Would you like me to just leave you alone for now? You can stay there. I was actually planning on openning the bookshop again. Its bewn awhile."

You: "HSSSsss." Crowley retorted harshly, obviously not liking the idea. No, he was probably about to get taken away from his only friend... He wanted to spend every second he could with the man. Still, his snout disappeared in the cushions and for a moment the were nudged this way and that as Crowley slithered beneath them. He slid from the sofa, onto the floor and up the back of the Angel's chair before sliding across his shoulder's lazily.

Stranger: Aziraphale agreed with Crowley, not actually wanting to open his shop or leave the other alone. "Youre right. Im not going to, a few weeks ago these parwnts came in and let their kid walk around with his grubby little hands. It was rather bothersome and spoiled my good mood." He watched as Crowley slide under the cushions and then onto the floor, watching him gracefully slither over to his chair and begin to slide along his shoulders. He didnt mind, but it always made him happy to have Crowley so close to him, no matter what form he was in. He did get nervous from time to time, but Aziraphale just focused on Crowley on his shoulder, sadly thinking this might be the last time they talked or did this.

You: Crowley didn't reply. Technically he could speak in this form though his voice usually came out slurred and muffled, but he rare did. He much rather simply listen to the Angel speak. He moved to wrap himself loosely around the man's neck, pressing his face against the pulse of Aziraphale's heart beat. He would never admit this to the Angel but he enjoyed this form most if only to give him an excuse to be pressed against the man. After all, snakes needed heat, generated from a body or otherwise.

Stranger: As Crowley wrapped himself lightly around his neck, Aziraphale thought. Trying to think of a qay to save his friend, but could think of nothing. He gave a sad smile, trying not to move his neck to much to mess with Crowley. Eventually, he whispered, "My dear, I wish you could stay." He didnt like the way he voice cracked a bit and cleared his throat, trying to ignore what he just said. "You can stay here for as long as you want but you can not run. WE can not run. I am glad that

Stranger: You are good enough to be King, but I wish ut disnt come at the price of never coming to Earth again."

You: Crowley was practically a statue as they sat in the silent warmth as each other's company. He allowed his eyes to drift closed as if he were sleeping but listened to the words closely. He gave a small hissing sigh as the words. The sound of Aziraphale's voice cracking broke his heart. "I... am ssssorry... angel." He managed in his soft snake voice, pressing his face closer to the other man's skin. "I will.... missssssss you." He admitted, though he would loathe to. He hated admitting weaknesses, especially feelings.

You: *was loathe

Stranger: Even Crowley was not moving, he knew the other man was not sleeping or not listening. As Crowley spoke, he gave a smile, happy that he was not the only one to miss the other. "No need to be sorry. It is not your fault. I will miss you as well." He stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Crowley on his neck. He gave a small chuckle. "I would hug you right now but you not in human form." He moved a hand up and hesitantly move a few fingers on the spine of the snake, not sure if Crowley was okay with ir. He neq it was hard for cRowley to show weakness, but he appreciates it.

Stranger: Even if*

You: On a typical day Crowley might have pulled away with a hiss... Today, however, he didn't even hesitate to press into the touch. He lifted his body to slide it against the softness of Aziraphales fingers almost cat like. He had to pull his head back from where it rested and make his way to the Angel's other shoulder to keep from sliding down his front however, since he currently had no way to catch himself. He did, however wrap his small tail around the man's pinky, almost affectionately; as if they were holding hands.

Stranger: Aziraphale smiled, happy that Crowley was okay with it and curved his pinky a bit so he could hold onto Crowleys tail. "I know you dont like me saying this, but your truly are a nice person. Even if we are not on each others 'sides' ou have helped me a lot. I wish you luck in Hell, He voice became a littlw harsher when he spoke again. "And if you ever, ever, think of killing yourself because hell is boring, promise me you wont do it. Just run up here and say hello because there is a difference between dead and being in Hell and I dont like it. You are welcome here anytime."

Stranger: His voice*

Stranger: (Do you have wattpad or tumblr that we could continue this on?)

You: [I don't I'm afraid. I tend to just use email or specific omegle tags]

Stranger: (Email is fine too)

Stranger: (Im c******************@gmail.com)

You: [Log and reply send :3]

Stranger: (Okay)

Stranger: (Theres a problem sorry. I cant respond right now my phones not letting me log in. We can still continue on here for a bit if you want too)

You: [Thats perfectly fine. No worries ;3]

You: A hissing chuckle escaped the small snake as he ducked behind Aziraphale's head and worked his way atop it, enjoying the feel of the blond locks tickling his stomach as he did so. He knew visiting Earth would be near impossible and yet... "Promisssse." He replied against his better judgment.

Stranger: Aziraphale tilted his head a bit away at first but soon realized what Crowley was trying to do and a small shiver went down his spine as he felt Crowley move through his hair. "Good. You find a way to get back on Earth to visit sometime or Ill come down there myself." He half-joked, not aure if he would risk doing that just to see Crowley.

You: The snake gave a snort... At least as close to one as a snake could get. Either way it was obvious that he didn't believe the Angel. The sentiment wasn't lost, however; he appreciated what Aziraphale was trying to do. The thought was too painful though and he slowly began to remove himself, heading for the floor once more, untangling himself from the other man.

Stranger: He dropped his hand and helped the other glide to the floor, only a bit saddened that they were no longer touching. He smiled a the little snort, "You dont believe me? I will. If I or you really want me too." He gave small chuckle. "You are probably right not to believe me."

You: Crowley was silent as he climbed back onto the sofa and shifted back into his humanoid form, lounging across the cushions. "It's not that I don't think you would go to Hell, angel. Knowing you, you'd causually throw open the doors and chide the guards for not bothering to greet you properly. Give them a good tongue lashing about their manners. No... I believe you would... I'm more worried about you surviving it." He admitted with a shrug, entangling his fingers as he rested his hands behind his head.

Stranger: He faked offense, giving a small gasp. "I would not, I know /some/demons have manners, unlike you dear." He teased, glancing over Crowleys body to prove his point. Crowley was lounging, notnsitting up straight or proper, but lounging. "And I am not always like that." He gave a small smilw berfore letting it drop. "You dont think I would survive Hell? Well, Id have you to help me stay safe." He pointed out

You: Crowley chuckled at that. "Thats not what I meant, angel." He mused lightly. "I know you. If a single Demon even thought about harming you I'd have to destroy them. Which would mean destroying every one that you came in contact with. I've seen how upset you can get seeing any creature harmed, even a Demon." He pointed out, arching a brow as he peered through his dark glasses as if daring the Angel to challenge him. "You'd blame yourself and I can't have you doing that now can I?"

Stranger: Aziraphale frowned. "No. I dont want that. Someone should only be harmed if its the last case scenario. Sure a Demons job is to tempt but if they havent hurt anyone, then they should not be harmed, even if they are quite rude." He gave Crowley a challenging look back. "I suppose I would, so no. And I dont think youd find it very fun to have to destroy a demon." Aziraphale crossed his legs, getting more comfortable.

You: Crowley seemed to take no offense to the jabs the Angel dished out, only gave a tight smile of amusement as he propped his feet up on the arm of the couch. "I wouldn't. Too much paperwork." He admitted, though the paperwork was a bit of a stretch. He just didn't care for killing in general. HE had always found it pointless. He was quite for a moment, smile fading into a small frown. "You know neither of those options are likely possible." He sighed. "Once I'm promoted... Theres no escaping it.... I'll be stuck down there...."

Stranger: Aziraphale made a small face as Crowley propped his feet up on the edge of the couch, but ignored it so hee could focus on what Crowley was saying. He held back an eyerole and smiled, but frowned a bit as Crowley continued. "And I have stay up here. We are both stuck apart and might never see each other again." The thought of that hurt Azitaphale and so he stood up, moving to a stack of books not so far from the couch and his chair so he could straightencthem. Giving him something to do.

You: Crowley was thankful, not for the first time, that his shades were dark enough to hide the pain in his gaze. He watched Aziraphale stand and busy himself before he pushed to his feet as well, moving back to the liquor cabinet to pour him another drink. "I can't argue with the truth." He mumbled to himself. "Though... Its not the way I saw this happening... Six thousand years and we're sepperated by something as simple as a promotion." He huffed with a shake of his head before tossing back his drink.

Stranger: Aziraphale moved to another pile, straightening it as well as he glance over to Crowley to watch him pour himself a drink. "No. No one can. We just try and hide from it though but that never works." He gabe a fond smile thinking of all their talks, even the arguments. "I never thought we were going to be separated, if we are being honest here. Stand by each others sides at the beginning, die or live by each others sides at the end." He gave the other man a smile.

You: Crowley laughed at that. "What, like an old married couple?" He teased lightly. "No, Heaven and Hell would have discovered our arrangement soon or later and put an end to it... At least... Thats what I had expected." He sighed. "Though..." He began softly, voice barely hiding a wave of emotion. "That does sound rather... nice." He admitted.

Stranger: Aziraphale chuckled, he guessed it did sound like a plot from one of the many romance novels that he has read. "Well, I suppose, even if thats sounds silly." He shoke his head remembering the time a human had told him that he was better off without him, like they had just broken up. "I have only run into a few that think we are datinf or married, but that was not what I was meaning in a way but it makes sense." He shook hus head. "Thats also why I said die by each others sides. I would assume that someone would figure us out and Im sure we would be just punished, my dear." He froze a bit as he was straightening some more books and looked up at Crowley when he heard the emotion. " Yes. It would be. Very much."

Stranger: Wouldnt be*

You: Crowley studied the Angel's features, trying to gauge his reaction. The man was so expressive as it was it should all be written on his face and yet Crowley always had to focus to read him. Perhaps it was simply because he had grown so acustom to it. "I mean... I of course, wouldn't be opposed to spending the rest of my existence with you." He shrugged as if it were nothing to talk about. Just a mere fact, as if he were stating the weather.

[theharlequinwriter]

He’s Just like you.

Summary :  you and sam have a bad fight causing you to leave not knowing your pregnant and its a couple years later

Word count : 2,720

triggers: swearing.

“Dean wheres sam”

I stood on my tip toes looking over deans shoulder looking for my tall boyfriend sam.

“He took of with that demon bitch”

I gritted my teeth.

“Ruby”             I hated her more than anything , I knew that she was lying to us about helping dean outta going to hell but of course we couldn’t took a damn angel to save him. I hated how much sam trusted her , I feel like he would chose her over me , so I avoided the question during fights. I sat back on the couch grabbing my food from the brown bag dean had.

“You okay y/n?”

“Im fine why?”

“You seem upset lately maybe a little bitchy”

I pushed deans arm , taking a bite of my burger. We sat watching movies until at least midnight when sam finally came back in the door. Dean and I both turned now looking at sam who stood there as if he had just gotten off work.

“Where were you sam?”

“With ruby babe”

He walked by grabbing his salad pecking me on the cheek. I heard more footsteps and in walks in the demon herself ruby.

“Why the hell are you here demon bitch”

“Watch you’re tone with me hunter skank”

I walked around the couch coming face to face with ruby.

“Lets go bitch”

I pushed her back , sam came grabbing my hand leading me to the kitchen.

“What the hell y/n”

“Really sam”

“What?”

“You brought her here knowing how I feel about her”

“Shes helping me”

“I can help you sam”

“Not like she can”

“Are you sleeping with the bitch or something”

“What no”

“Then what the hell sam , why am I getting the 3rd degree here”

“Shes helping me y/n more than you or dean ever could”

“Wow sam I stayed with you even after dean went to hell ,I stayed when I found out you’re a demon blood junkie , I stayed even when she came”                                                       “No one asked you too y/n”

His hands now clenching into fist.

“I didnt ask you to stay , you did that all on your own”

“What was I gonna do sam , let you go y2k on everyone and everything?”

“I dont know y/n but it would of been easier if you just left”

“Really why so you could fuck her without feeling guilty after , oh im sorry I mean "helping” you"  

“Actually you know what y/n yes okay yes im fucking ruby ,ya happy now , wanna know why? Cause she doesnt bitch all the time , she doesnt need me to protect her , id rather her have my back at least I can depend on her”

“SAM!”

dean yelled stepping between us.

I felt my heart shatter In pieces, I felt tears forming , I didnt want him to see me cry.

I walked away still hearing him yell at dean about how ruby is better for him than me , how maybe I should just go. I went to our room grabbing everything I could , smashing pictures as I walked around the room.

“Okay  sam , hope your happy”

I walked away grabbing my bag and a little money. I gave dean a hug then I walked out the door not looking back.

I finally got to a cheap hotel where I got a single bed for the weekend. I walked inside falling onto the bed tears falling down my face. How could he say that. I took a shower , getting out my phone had a text from dean.

-hey y/n think it finally hit sam your not coming back , he might try call ya Ill let you know if he does anything stupid and dont worry about ruby ill gank her soon-

I didn’t reply i want sam to worry to realize im not going back.

Its been two months since I left, i decided I need to get a apartment in a little town where supernatural things didn’t occur.  I went into the little market buying some food and shampoo oh and pregnancy test.

I got home taking the test , it came back positive only one guy could be the father.

Sam.

I havent slept with anyone else or even looked at another guy I still loved sam.                    

*TWO YEARS LATER*

“Mommy , mommy look”

I got down on knees taking the drawing out of ethans hand.

My son ethan looks just like his father , he has his eyes and hair , his laugh , smile. He makes me miss sam everyday.

“Thats amazing baby , what is it”

Looking at the drawings it was a very tall person with a cape and what look like dogs.

“Its daddy , you said hes saving people from devil dogs , silly mommy”

I put it on the frige placing him in his seat. I gave him his lunch , he always wanted to know about sam ever since he had a play date with a kid who had both his parents. I told him sam was off saving the world from monsters like ghost and devil dogs. He always asked if his daddy was coming home or will he ever see him.

He was so smart for a child his age. After lunch I asked if he wanted to go to the park to play and feed the ducks.

We got in the car buckling ethan into his seat. When got to the park , ethan took off for the swings. I sat on a bench close enough to see but not so close I can’t see my surroundings. Im still a hunter  after all. Ethan was playing tag with some of his friends when another mom came and sat next to me.

“Hey y/n , how are you”

“Im fine susan ,how are you”

“Honestly a little shook up , some fbi agents came to the house asking about murders”

“Creepy”

“Oh my thats them”

She pointed her finger over at two men in suits , walking twords us. I brushed my hair into my face , I turned to her but she was already gone. As they got closer I could hear them banter back and forth.

“Excuse me miss may we ask you some questions”

I sat up looking up at the man who spoke.

“Hi sam”

His jaw dropped as I spoke to him , I flashed a smile , I jumped up hugging dean before reaching out offering sam a hug. He pulled me in hugging me tightly his hands rested on my lower back. I pulled away still having the smell of him fill my nose

“So what’s going on , I havent heard about any murders”

Dean spoke when sam just stood  there with a big smile across his face.

“Happend in the 80’s thinking its a wendigo who went quite”

“You guys still gotta gank it nice or not a monsters a monster right”

“Right”

Dean winked at me before sam cut in.

“So uhh whats new”

“A little this , a litte that”

I didnt tell him about ethan, I didnt need a absent father in his life Sam kept glancing at the ground then back at me.

“We ganked ruby”

“Oh im sorry ”

“Im not ,she was tricking me”

“Oh well cant trust anyone I guess”

“Ive missed you y/n”

“I miss you too sam”

His smile grew bigger.

“Maybe we can get a drink tonight and talk”

“I can’t im sorry”

“Oh you got a boyfriend or something?”

“No ”

Dean now trying to help his brother spoke now giving me his best charm.

“Why dont the three of us go get a drink and talk about getting the band back together”

“Id love to you guys but I cant”

Sam was about to protest when ethan came running from the playground.

“Mommy , mommy I caught a bug”

I picked him up sitting him on my hip.

“Let me see”

He opend his hand showing a dead cricket"

“Its dead hun”

“I know silly mommy , it was scaring lisa so I saved her , like how daddy saved you from monsters”

I kissed his cheek putting him back down , crouching down I grabbed his hand.

“Go say bye we gotta go home”

He smiled running off to say bye, I stood up sam and dean both wide eyed and speechless.  I waved my hand in front of sams face making him snap out of his trance.

“You have a a a a son?”

“Yea his names ethan”

Sam stayed speachless watching ethan run back to us.

Ethan stood by my side , gripping my pant leg tightly. Sam crouched down pulling out his fake fbi badge.

“Hi im sam”

Ethan grabbed his badge.

“Im ethan”

“Tell him your full name ethan”

ethan tucked his head into my leg before looking back at sam smiling.

“My name is Ethan Samuel Winchester”

Sams head shot up looking at me, he stood up trying to figure out what to say.                                        

“Ethan hunny dont forget your toy”

He ran back to the swings where his toy dragon sat in the sand. Sam finally spoke.

“Is he mine?”

“Yes sam , hes your son”

“When did you find out"                    

"Maybe a month and a half after I left”

“Why didnt you call?”

“Didnt think you would care”

I could see tears filling up his eyes. Ethan walked over , picking him up I gave sam and dean quick hugs before walking to my car , shaky and on the verge of tears.

*sams pov*

Dean and I just killed off the 90 year old wendigo. Dean decided we had a crazy day so the bar was the perfect place to go. We sat down at a table near the back , dean ordered 6 shots of whiskey , 3 for each , and two beers one for each. As we drank my mind kept snapping back to y/n and our son.

“Sammy?”

I snapped out of my day dream to dean cheersing me with his shot.

“So you’re a daddy sam”

“Im not a dad im just the biological father , I wasnt there for anything”

Dean downed his other two shots , so did I. He raised he hand asking for 3

More rounds. We were in the middle of our 3 or was it 5th round with jack when I finally yelled.

“Why the fuck didnt she call me dean? Ya know just be like oh hey sam im pregnant with your child just fyi or a text something”

“You told her to go sam , told her you wanted ruby , that you were cheating on her with ruby , that you wished she left , you made her feel worthless , unloved , unwanted , you were so jacked up on demon blood you didnt care when she walked out the door”

I buried my face in my hands , dean was right , it was my fault she never came back or called , I dont blame her for hiding him from me.

Dean cleared his throat.

“She clearly tells the kid about you”

I looked up at him , feeling tears build behind my eyelids.

“What?”

“She tells the kid about you I mean you didnt hear him say he saved the girl from the bug like his daddy saved her”

My heart beat hard agianst my chest. I had to see her ,tell her everything. I stood up but dean pushed me back into my seat.

“2 more rounds”

After we drank I felt the room spinning , my thoughts jumbled between y/n and ethan , and more alcohol. I walked outside feeling the cold air hit my face.

“Cas!”

I yelled when I heard the sound of wings I turned to see 3 cas’s , he spoke but I couldn’t hear him.

“T-t-t take me to y/n”

Next thing I knew I was infront of a little white house.

*y/n pov*

*BANG BANG*

I ran to the door , it was 2 am who the hell is banging at my door this late. I opened the door to find a very drunk , very sad sam.

“Sam?”

He smiled pulling me to his chest.

“Y/n!!”

I took him inside sitting him on the couch handing him a water bottle.

“Sam what are you doing here?”

“This right here ”

He patted his hands on the couch.

“Is where im meant to be”

“Sam please dont”

“Please just listen”

I sat next to him making sure we didnt touch.

“Y/n im so sorry for how I acted , for what I s s s said , ruby was a lying bitch just l l like you said. She tricked me into horrible things I never had sex with her , I never even looked at her like that , I was so junked up on demon blood that I didnt see that you were what I needed , w w what I need baby.”

I saw tears falling from his eyes now when he spoke.

“Baby you are my world , and we have a son ,  , I dont blame you for keeping him from me, but I I can’t , wont miss anymore of his life or yours , I need you back y/n , im so sorry so so so sorry”

He was now full on crying , I could tell dean had gotten him drunk so he could say how he felt. He looked back at me , his eyes blood shot and his     breath smelling of whiskey.

“He has your eyes sam”

“Really?”

“Yeah , he is just like you more and more everyday”

I felt tears falling down my face.

“Sam you can come back but you have to be here , I wont let you hurt ethan”

“I wont ever hurt eaither of you”

His hands grabbed mine pulling me to him so now I was sitting on his lap facing him. He put one of his hands on my lower back while the other rested on my cheek. He closed the gap between us his lips gently touching mine. I kissed back running my hands through his hair making the kiss deeper.

“Ive missed you so much sam”

I helped him upstairs ,letting him sleep in my bed. As I layed next to him , he wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me into his spooning me.

“Does ethan know about me?”

“Yeah he knows you and dean hunting   monsters like ghost and demons but he thinks your a superhero”

I heard his laugh as we fell asleep. I woke up before sam untangling myself from him. I walked downstairs where ethan sat watching his morning cartoons. I called him over to the kitchen sitting him in his chair I went to the frige grabbing things for pancakes.

“Mommy what’s wrong?”

Ethan looked at me smiling

“Nothing baby”

I walked away from my mixing bowl picking ethan up sitting him on my hip. Grabbing my wallet I took the picture of me sam and dean out handing it to him.

“That right there is your uncle dean , hes really brave and the tall guy thats your daddy sam he’s my hero”

Ethan smiled holding the picture, I walked into the kitchen sitting him down on the floor. I heard steps coming from upstairs.

“Ethan hun I have a surprise for you”

His head snapped up looking at me with wonder.

“What is it mommy?”

“I want you to look at that picture real close”

As he squinted his eyes , sam came down standing at the walk way into the kitchen.

“Now ethan look up”

Ethan looked up from the picture , as his eyes met sam , the biggest smile formed across his face.

“DADDY!!!”

he ran over grabbing sams legs as sam picked him up.

“Daddy your back!”

Sam hugged him tears falling down his face.  His eyes locked onto mine.

“Daddys home now ethan”

After breakfast dean came over so ethan could know his family. As sam and I did dishes his hands grabbed my hips spining me around so now I was face to face with him.

“Y/n I wanna be a family”

“We are sam”

“I wanna make it offical”

He reached into his pocket pulling out a ring.

“I know its not much but will you marry me ?”

“Yes sam oh my lord yes”

He kissed me , my hands tangled in jis hair as we parted I could hear ethan and dean.

“Ew mommy and daddy are kissing”

“I know right gross”

I smiled at sam , knowing he will always be there for ethan and I

[boompowkablam]

My Favorite Fics Rec List

Supernatural List

Defy Any and All Expectation    by @tenoko1

Chuck's newly released books tell of another war between Heaven and Hell. Team Free Will sets out to try to defy prophecy, only to realize there is a lot more at stake and amiss than the not-quite-accurate words of one Prophet of the Lord.

Along the way, Dean and Cas' relationship continues to evolve into something neither expected or were prepared for, all of their lives transforming in ways no one could have expected.

But with no shortage of cases, monsters, and mayhem, it's going to require the help of new friends and old enemies if they're to have a hope of saving the world one more time.

Alternate Season Six.

I have read this a thousand times it will always be my all time favorite story. Pairing Dean/Castiel, Sarah Blake/ Sam, Lisa Braeden/ Dean, Lucifer/Sam, Becky Rosen/Samandriel . Word:137,688

Ordained by @tenoko1

There’s one born to every generation. Joan of Arc was the first Ordained. The first of the archangel Michael's Chosen bloodline to protect humanity from Hell and monsters during a time when Earth faced unprecedented threat. Fast forward to present. Dean is the current Ordained, complete with costume change and masked allies. Mostly? They're like regular supernatural hunters who spend their nights going after whatever tries to munch on the student populace, and occasionally taking on petty crime to help out the cops. Okay, so maybe juggling double-lives, college, and romance is easier on TV, by a lot, but Dean's determined to have some semblance of a normal life while they can.

Then demons and angels start showing up and it’s up to the masked warriors to stop Hell from literally being unleashed on Earth. This was NOT part of the plan.

She is actually re-writing this story right now. It is going to be longer with more characters and i am so pumped! Pairing Dean/Castiel, Sarah Blake/ Sam, Charlie/Gilda , One sided Sam/Lucifer.  Word:46,182

The Fourth Wall Series By Entanglednow

It's all Sam's fault, really. It had just been research. Then it got way out of hand. Or, in which, fanfiction takes over their lives for better and for worse.

This has to be to me one of the funniest stories ever. I love it.Pairing Dean/Castiel, Sam/Lucifer

Due Cause by  FortinbrasFTW                                      

"This wasn't right. Things like this didn't happen to people. First days were full of training documents and get-to-know-you chats and friendly talks with pleasant secretaries, not super-lawyers in disguise with molesting eye contact assaulting you in elevators. This really really wasn't how this was supposed to go... Maybe it wasn't how it was going. Maybe none of it was really happening to him and in a few minutes they would leave the room and all of this would go away and he'd have his normal, average first day exactly the way he'd wanted it."Sam gets his first job at the law firm of his dreams, which just happens to be the workplace of his law-school idol, who in real life is a good deal more cynical and a great deal more creepy than he might have imagined. Also: Cas runs a snack cart. Also: Dean helps.

Its like the lawyer version of supernatural with less death and more coffee. Pairing Sam/Lucifer, Dean/Castiel, Lilith/Lucifer, Crowley/Gabriel Word:93,407

How I Spent My Summer Vacation (And Other Myths)  by @scarletjedi

For the summer after Junior year, Puck and Kurt are sent to Sioux Falls, Puck to his mother's cousin, Sheriff Mills, as punishment for his stint in Juvie in hopes that she will "set him straight," and Kurt to escape the Hockey Team's violence and to learn to Hunt like his mother from his Uncle Bobby. They meet at Singer Salvage, where they're both surprised, yet very pleased, to find a familiar face. A few days later a black impala drives up with two bloody Winchesters and an injured Angel. Then all Hell breaks loose....

This was a fun story to read and a good crossover.Glee/supernatural.Pairing Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Kurt/Noah. Word:55,221

Hear Both Sides    by Meh_forget_it

When Sam went to Stanford, he expected to go to classes, probably get a job and possibly miss Dean and be lonely. He didn’t expect to meet Loki and Crowley.

At least he wasn’t lonely.

This is a monster of a fic but its awesome! If you get into it around bedtime don’t expect to sleep. Paring Gabe/Crowley/Sam. Word:118,022

Sleep With A Gun by HollowIsTheWorld

Castiel Novak has been hunting for four years. His little brother, Samandriel, has been with him for half that time. When a job causes them to cross paths with the infamous Winchester brothers and their pet vampire, Samandriel is wary of them and wants to skip town while they can. Castiel, on the other hand, isn’t sure he wants to write them off so quickly.

Samandriel is a sassy emo kid in this and it is my most favorite thing in the whole world. Paring Samandriel/Benny , Dean/Castiel , Gabriel/ Sam. Word:88,634

The Laundromat 'Verse by @ozonecologne

Dean runs a laundromat. The punk kids come to him for all their clothing repair needs.That includes their bad boy ringleader, Castiel. A collection of ficlets.

Ive read this through a couple times now and  i still  love it. Pairing Castiel/Dean. Word:57,557

Where Are We Going From Here  by River_of_Dreams

It starts with a nightmare and an unexpected compliment. It doesn't end there. Lucifer and Michael walk the Earth again, except that this time they don't have an Apocalypse to focus on. Idle hands are the Devil's workshop, they say. What happens when those idle hands belong to the Devil himself?

This ending up being another never sleep story. Like i didnt sleep till i was done reading. Paring Sam/Lucifer.  Word:112,633

How the Other Side Lives by @tenoko1

Maybe God doesn’t always answer prayers, and maybe the Apocalypse nearly happening without him stepping into stop it had been really bad, but it’s becoming clear that things always work out, even if they don’t work out the way you wanted or expected them to, they work out the way you NEEDED.

Tenoko1 has a way that she writes characters where you fall in love with them. I love Becky in this story.  Background pairing Dean/Castiel . Word:22,442

  How To Fall   By FortinbrasFTW

 '“I’ve been falling for some time, through darkness, and pain, and fire. And then I saw you, shining through the shadows, and I knew you would catch me one day. But you didn’t, I fell right past you, further than I ever imagined I could, and now I wonder if I’ve finally hit the ground.”'

When a spell goes wrong Sam ends up stranded in the north Canadian wilderness with nothing to do but bunker down and wait for rescue, which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the broken angel he's accidentally brought along for the ride.

This was so good. Pairing Sam/Lucifer. Word:41,425. Podfic by Shmaylor

An Exercise In 'Worthless'  By Beastofthesky

 "I mean, you’re–” He gestures at Cas, in his neat oxford shirt and nice pants. “–and I’m a high school dropout who tattoos for a living.”

Wherein Dean makes a hefty living as a tattoo artist who owns the space next to Gabriel's cafe. Sam attends the local university. When Gabe's cousin comes to live with him while starting grad school at Sam's university, Dean thinks for sure that all his negative karma's coming to bite him in the ass because Cas clearly has a thing for Sam. No one would ever choose him over Sam. That's just logic.

This is great you will get your dose of angst. I shouldnt say that i dont want to put you off its a good story. I might be over dramatic. Pairing: Castiel/Dean , Sam/Gabriel. Word:26,547.  Podfic by skyunicorn

Thats the list it was going to be longer but I got frustrated and kind of messed it up twice before I got it right.... I mean it might be right lol. If a link sends you to the wrong place please tell me because that was one of the problems I had. I’m not made for tumblr. Also check out the authors other works because they are all great these are just my favorite. Some of these also have podfics if thats something you are into. Oppisum does the podfic for due cause if you have trouble finding that one hit me up i did too.

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inner demons wear fake smiles too john Constantine x reader

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This is a long one but it's not bad I guess.

It's kinda sad and there is mention of self harm/blood/depression so if your triggered easily I wouldn't read this one shot. There's not to much though (I guess) but its hella depressing

Song: She's The Prettiest Girl at the Party and she can prove it with a solid right hook by Frnkiero and the Cellabration

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3 a.m

I walk slowly toward the building, my hospital bracelet flapping lightly in the wind. It's been a while but knowing him he probably isn't asleep. But then again what will I do if he is? It's late after all, maybe I should just go home. No I need to talk to someone I know. He's the only one I know within a thirty mile radius that's worth talking to. I walk slower pondering if I should turn around or not. Everything is always a constant battle for me, I can't make up my mind and when I do I just become more destructive.

He won't want to talk to me. I'm faced, again, with his front door. I lift my hand to knock but the door opens, he stands there staring at my pale face. Hes fully clothed in his white shirt and tie as if he hadn't been to sleep yet. His brown eyes dance around looking at my face. there's a glint that you can tell he's trying to find something in him to say. Maybe I shouldn't have come. I turn to leave but he grabs my wrist instead. I turn to look at him with tears forming in my eyes.

"I'm sorry."

It's whispered and rough coming out, almost as if I hadn't spoken a word in forever. He looks down to where his hand meets my wrist, he turns it over to see my name written on the hospital band. He looks back up at my face with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Please tell me you didnt."

"I wish I could."

"You promised me when you left last time that you'd stopped."

"I had stopped but then things just kept getting harder. Life was getting in my way, I was getting in my way. Everything was hitting me again at twice the speed and I couldn't handle it anymore."

"Did you admit yourself?"

"No"

He pulled me in for a hug. Neither of us were ever the kind of people who hugged a lot or got to close to anybody but for once it felt nice. It was comfortable, unforced, like we both knew we needed it but we couldn't admit that we needed it. We needed it from each other, comfort that is. I think it was more of a reassurance to him that I was actually standing there in front of him, still alive and safer from myself than I was the day prior. He let go of me and stepped to the side so I could walk in. He closed to door and followed me to the kitchen table in the center of the room.

"I'm sorry."

He stared at me from across the table. There was a long uncomfortable silence that made me feel shameful. I went to stand.

"I know I shouldn't have come."

He grabbed my hand.

"I'm glad you did. It's been a while. I wish you would have come sooner so I could've helped you when you needed me."

"It's not like you would've know."

"Yes I would've. I knew the first time you were here and Everytime after. I didn't say anything because j figured if you wanted me to know you would've told me......who admitted you to the hospital?"

"My landlady. I've been having maintenance trouble and she came to check up on it. That's when she found me in the bathroom staring at the broken mirror in front of me covered in scars and blood. The glass in my hand. for a moment it felt like I had the power all over again. The power to hurt, to feel the pain. When she asked me what I was doing at first I didn't hear her. it wasn't until she screamed my name a few times that I even realized she was in the room. She took the glass from me, put a towel on my stomach and led me to her car where she took me to the hospital."

"You should've called me when you started. You know you're welcome with me any time, I know i could've helped you, fixed the problem."

"I didn't have a demon in me John! It wasnt a problem until I left the last time. I was so alone. I had nothing going for me nothing to live up to anymore. The Angels refuse to talk to me and the demons don't stop, always pushing me a little closer to the edge."

By now I was crying barely keeping myself together. Everything was unfolding in front of me and I couldn't stop. I had been so strong for so long it was finally my turn to be weak, he under stood that.

"None of this is your fault. You're going to stay with me from now on. We're gonna give your life purpose again, go back to what we did before you left."

I just shook my head yes. The tears where done falling. I was done falling. Knowing I had Constantine back meant knowing I had the strength to pull through again. He was going to keep me clean. I was going to be strong for him, and for me. And when i slipped up he would be there to catch me and stand me back up again just like I'd do for him. We had each other's backs, and that was a good thing especially in our line of work.