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autisticandroids · 3 years

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Oh patron saint of mpreg, tell us, what is the absolute gold standard canon divergent mpreg scenario with Cas and Dean?

so for me the gold standard is for cas to get pregnant due to some kind of magical or metaphysical situation that dean at least does not perceive as sex. bonus points is cas is hesitant about it but refuses to explain why (because he doesn't know how dean will deal with the concept of himself being able to potentially get cas pregnant), so dean is like "we're doing it anyway" and then they do it and then cas doesn't tell anyone that he is pregnant until circumstances force the information out of him. and then dean has to deal with the fact that 1) cas can get pregnant, 2) cas is pregnant, 3) it's his, and he does so pretty poorly.

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my favorite times for this to happen are at the end of season nine, just before dean dies and gets demonized in do you believe in miracles, and at the start of season twelve, just before sam and dean go to jail, because the pining in both those scenarios is delicious but it is so much more powerful if cas is also pregnant, and never even told dean. double points if the truth somehow comes out while they're separated so when dean comes back it's like. yeah cas is pregnant. it's yours. welcome home dean now you have to coddle cas' emotions because he thought he would have to raise your baby alone.

the season twelve scenario is particularly delicious because 1) we can have lucifer slut shaming cas in front of crowley in rock never dies, so crowley knows before dean, and 2) much more importantly, mary is there, and i am obsessed with like. okay. several things.

- the idea of mary getting all baby fever because she misses her boys and this is like. a baby she can take care of because she never got to take care of sam

- the idea of dean working through some of his parentification trauma by coparenting a child with the parent whose place he felt he had to take

- the idea of mary coming in and projecting her insane 1980s gender roles all over cas, suddenly treating him like a woman, stripping him of agency, etc. and like. dean would also do this even though he's not from the eighties, but mary would do it double strength, and they would reinforce each other, it would be a nightmare

- also mary trying to relate to cas on the Travails Of Motherhood etc. and cas being like ?????????? like i cannot stress enough that the weird gender roles she projects onto cas are also standards that she held herself to back when she was a Wife And Mother. while cas is like mary i am not a human woman and also i don't see what "having to look pretty for my man when i'm all baby bloaty" has to do with anything. that's not something i feel like i have to do

oh and 3) could you imagine lily sunder has some regrets if cas was pregnant? unfathomable episode. like ishim and mirabel's reaction but ALSO lily's. and it would fix the number one issue i have with lily sunder, which is that the resolution of the moral dilemma is "well AKSHUALLY the kid was human and not a nephilim so killing it was bad" rather than "it was bad to kill lily's baby, full stop." like ishim's cover up and using the machinery of power to manipulate the truth is very compelling, but the fact that it results in the moral essentially being "it would have been okay if the kid had been a nephilim" suuuuuucks.

basically, there's a reason i have two entire mpreg aus set in season twelve.

and then the delicious part in the season nine version is like. one, dean is away for much longer and he could be anywhere. also he's a demon and he's cheating on cas with crowley. and then even when cas gets him back he's still cursed with the mark, so we can get all weepy over that. you know. i'm the one who's going to have to watch you murder the world and i'm eight months pregnant. etc etc.

but the other thing that's juicy about this version is that cas is still semi-involved with the other angels at this point, like he's roadtripping around with hannah and they're trying to get heaven under control, so carrying a nephil is going to really affect those relationships. so he's going to be probably disliked by the other angels, and there are MANY opportunities for slut-shaming, but at the same time, the other "outcast" type angels might respect him for violating heaven's dictates.

and then of course there's his grace vampirism victorian wasting disease. in canon he's perfectly happy to let himself die, but if he were having dean's baby he would absolutely not do that, that's dean's baby he's endangering there. so of course there's the terrible guilt of having to kill other angels so he can live, plus potentially preparing to die shortly after childbirth so he doesn't have to keep killing. delicious.

and on top of all this cas can get slutshamed by metatron in, depending on when exactly he gets knocked up, meta fiction, stairway to heaven, and do you believe in miracles. plus stairway to heaven would be insane like all the angels would know that cas is pregnant. they would see it in his grace. like cas' angel army would just. know that he was pregnant with a nephil, and have to accept that because he's their leader. in love with humanity indeed.

i'm trying to think of other good times for this drama with cas getting secretly pregnant through a nonsexual interaction to take place. it would be great in season six. like: he's doing a blasphemy with his body but at the same time he's this big important rebel leader so they can't say shit about him, and also he's pregnant while fighting these big important battles (fun and sexy), AND this is like, hot on the heels of the realization that something about his feelings for dean is untoward, expands beyond the bounds of ordinary friendship and camaraderie. like he realizes that, and maybe even that he has sexual feelings for dean, and then he gets immediately knocked up. stunning.

it would ALSO be extremely fun for it to be some kind of... i don't know, magical longer gestation times, whatever, but for cas to have gotten pregnant sometime in s5 and only realized during the Year Of Lisa. LOVE to watch a man rake leaves while both metaphorically carrying the taint of taboo sexual feelings for him and literally carrying his child.

but the thing about season six is, first of all, cas isn't really... envisioning a future with dean. not the way he does in the later seasons. like does he fantasize about a future with dean? yes. like. he really did watch that motherfucker rake leaves. but it's only fantasy. he expected to never speak to dean again after swan song until dean prayed to him in the third man. he's obsessed with dean, but it's distant. remote.

like, we talk about cas babytrapping dean in the later seasons with jack, and he absolutely does, and he would do it even more if dean got him literally pregnant, but that babytrap is about... how do i put this. it's about winning dean's affection. late seasons cas knows that he's going to die by dean's side. the difference that babytrapping dean makes is that maybe it will get dean to be nice to him in the mean time, instead of discarding him like so much toilet paper.

but season six cas doesn't think of it like that. if he were gonna babytrap dean, it would be in the more traditional sense of forcing dean to stay with him in order to raise their child together. and he would never do that. he wants dean to have a happy future, which in his mind does not include him. like, compare here "he's retired and he's to stay that way" in the man who would be king, where cas assumes that dean is happy without him and expects him to live out his days peacefully without ever seeing him again, to "i'm the one who's going to have to watch you murder the world" in the prisoner, where cas assumes that he will be by dean's side for centuries.

but anyway, the other, much more important problem with season six is that cas has a war to fight. like, in the later seasons, cas really has nothing. even when he's on tenuous good terms with the angels, he doesn't really have a home with them. the winchesters are his family, and he'd give up anything for them. he has nothing in his life. he's at rock bottom, and this becomes truer the further along you go. late seasons cas has nothing he would prioritize over serving the winchesters, and he would be happy dropping anything he was involved in to have and raise dean's baby. parenting would give him a purpose that he no longer has, because everything else has been stripped from him.

but in season six cas has a life outside of them. like yes, he has a war to fight, but he also has a place in heaven, with the other angels. he belongs somewhere, he has solid connections to the outside world. even if he didn't have a war to fight, i don't know how excited he would be to have and raise a baby (even dean's baby) because he simply has other things he could be doing. he's involved in the world beyond the winchesters.

like, the reason cas wants to be a parent is that he is totally alone and totally purposeless. having a child gives him both a reason for being and someone who will always love him and who he can care for. if he doesn't have that hole in his life he might not be so eager to fill it with a baby.

for all these reasons, this plotline really doesn't work in season six, because you simply cannot justify cas not getting an abortion, unless you do something nasty like make angel abortion impossible, which i don't love.

you COULD somehow put the impregnation just at the end of season six, maybe just before the man who would be king, such that cas doesn't realize he's pregnant until he's already godstiel. you guys are unfortunately very aware of how obsessed i am with pregnant godstiel.

actually, @jeanne-de-valois has a concept of like. a single, madness fueled midnight hookup immediately pre-tmwwbk (or maybe even during, but prior to the superman mistake), where cas is simultaneously so stressed from being stretched so thin from the war and the lying and the shady dealings, and so high on being The Big Man In Heaven, that he's bold and out of his mind enough to actually come onto dean, like he just appears one night in dean's bedroom and is like, fuck me, and dean is like 👁👄👁 okay. so they have one single adrenaline and madness fueled hookup, and then everything immediately goes to shit.

and i think that's a great place for cas to get pregnant, and then he doesn't realize until he's become god, or maybe he does and he's just like "i'll deal with it later," either way godstiel is like oh? i carry dean's heir inside me? i will have dean's baby. i will have dean's baby it is my right and also my boon to him and also a symbol of my great and magnanimous love for humanity. and also maybe i will put giant paintings of myself pregnant with his child up in churches. what about that. which would be fun. don't know when he would give birth though. actually it would be insane if he gave birth as emmanuel and was just like. raising dean's nephil when dean found him again. nuts. but it just doesn't really have the same flavor as late seasons mpreg. doesn't compel me nearly as much. like the symbolism of godstiel being pregnant with dean's child is fun and sexy but them actually raising the kid afterwards doesn't compel me nearly as much, so it's better to leave literal mpreg to the later seasons and let godstiel mpreg reside in symbolism and fantasy.

or maybe the fetus gets stolen by the leviathans when cas walks into the lake and dean has to battle his leviathanated nephil daughter as the main villain of s7. like she's dick roman's secret weapon. i think that would be fun, actually. kind of an emma situation but drawn out over the whole season. and he thinks cas is dead for most of it so she's all he's got left of cas and a mess cas left for him to clean up. big sexy.

and as a bonus, i will also tell you the best time, imo, for dean to get pregnant: near the end of season eight. possibly a single, tragic farewell fuck in sacrifice when cas is planning to lock himself away in heaven and they're never gonna see each other again. and this impregnates dean with cas' nephil.

but then cas is human. and he can't do anything about it. like generally if they managed to get dean pregnant somehow, cas would immediately talk him into an abortion (which wouldn't be too hard; dean's natural white midwestern man who doesn't vote aversion to abortion would be at war with the horror of being pregnant, and the horror would win), or might not even inform dean that he's pregnant, and just quietly end the pregnancy without dean's knowledge, because cas would never put dean through that. but if cas is human, he can't do that. and furthermore, that nephil is the last evidence of his angelic nature that persists. it's the last of what he used to be, the last of his grace. and there's something absolutely delectable about that.

then of course dean would have to leave the bunker if he was pregnant with a nephil, because angels would be after him, and he wouldn't want to lead them to gadreel, so i am imagining dean discovering that he's pregnant and then showing up in a panic at the gas n sip like "actually cas i'm also out of the bunker will you go on the run with me?" and then they go on the run and have to live in motels again and cas gets to live with take care of dean who is pregnant with his child which is essentially his dream, and he doesn't have to feel guilty because he's no longer capable of giving dean an abortion so he doesn't feel obligated to get him to have one. ideally cas gets re-angeled just in time to give dean an angelic c-section. or maybe they rely on a normal human c-section in a hospital and cas stays human and they are two humans raising their nephil, which is also fun to me.

#spn #asks #anonymous #mpregpocalypse

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demonsandco · 3 years

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Hello! Can i have some angst/fluff (doesn’t matter actually) headcanons about Lucifers gone wings? (I figured out that he actually had 3 pairs of wings but now he has 2 soo) I believe he has scars ^^

This has been sitting in my ask box for so long I'm so sorry. I wanted to answer it immediately, but I didn't feel like I had a good enough grasp of Luci or his past at the time to properly answer. Not sure if you’re still around, anon, but I hope you enjoy!

• It’s common knowledge among angels and demons alike that Lucifer used to have 3 sets of wings, due to his old status as a Seraphim. When he fell, he tore off his wings with his own hands, as a final act of wrath and rebellion against the Celestial realm and his father. Unknown to most, however, is that those discarded wings are what gave Satan his physical form, and his boa is made up of the leftover feathers.

• Through his transformation into a demon, his top two sets of wings regrew, but the bottom set never did, and it never healed properly, either. Tearing of his wings didn’t leave behind a clean injury, so Lucifer is not only left with intensive scarring over his lower back, but also some permanent muscle and bone damage, from where the joint was separated. Asmodeus has offered him many different creams and medicines over the years, but nothing has ever had much of an effect on his pain or the appearance of the scars.

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• Lucifer experiences both chronic pain and phantom pain from his missing wings, and he’s also left with slight mobility issues. They don’t impact his day to day life much, but he can’t lean down or stretch up easily because of his lower back. He also had to relearn how to fly when he first fell, but after years of practice, he regained and perfected the skill.

• It takes a lot of time and trust for Lucifer to feel comfortable just showing his partner the scars, and it takes even longer for him to let anyone touch his back. They’re not the only scars he has, but the ones on his back specifically feel like a reminder of his failure, both in losing the fight, and in losing his sister. He hates to even look at them himself. He feels lucky that the worst of it is centered on his lower back, where it’s easily covered by clothing, but he still dresses very conservatively to make sure all of his scars are hidden.

• The only one of his brothers who have seen the scars are Asmodeus and Mammon. Asmodeus has tried to help in the past, when the scars were still healing, and Mammon sees them every once in a while when he helps Lucifer with his wing care while molting. The others know about it, but have never actually seen the extent of the scars, and if they have, Lucifer makes sure they don’t remember it.

• The easiest way for his partner to convince him to let them feel his back is to offer a massage. With enough gentle encouragement and trust, he’ll agree to it, albeit hesitantly. The moment their hands touch his back, though, it’s clear to both of them how desperately he needs this. He holds so much tension in his whole back, and it would take hours to fully work out all the knots in his muscles.

• When their hands first reach the scars, he tenses up. The whole area is sensitive and constantly sore, but the gentle pressure and rubbing feels so much better than he could’ve imagined and he finds himself melting at their touch, his remaining wings stretched languidly by his sides. No one has touched his back like this in centuries, and he goes from dreading the touch, to hoping it never ends.

• He feels overwhelmed both physically and emotionally by the end of it, but it’s opened the door for more touch in the future. It also makes Lucifer feel so much closer to his S/O, knowing he can trust them with one of the most sensitive, delicate parts of himself, without having to fear that they’ll hurt him or think differently of him.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons

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jackalopesao3 · 3 years

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Mammon Cheats on MC

Part 2 of Infidelity on AO3

Lucifer:

GN! MC, Angst, Cheating

Flash!

This was not what he had intended.

Flash!

This was not what he had intended at all.

Mammon felt his blood run cold in the fading glow of the camera. A bubbly giggle came from the succubus as she finished snapping a selfie with the demon post-sex.

“Sorry! I just wanted a memento of our time together! I'll pay you double.”

Mammon didn't react as she threw the wad of cash at him. He just watched it smack him in the face and land on the floor. This was what he wanted, right? His numb fingers picked the bills off the ground. Human world currency? Another reminder of who he just betrayed. Why couldn't she just pay him in grim?

He froze at the feeling of lips on his cheek.

“Come back again! You were amazing!” The succubus whispered in his ear.

“This is the last time. I don't care how in debt I am!” Mammon snapped, pulling his clothes on.

“Oh, you know you enjoyed it! You're the one who came to me after all. I just took you up on your offer.”

“This was a mistake! I don't ever want to see you again!” Mammon stormed out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

…

“Asmo, you are a lifesaver!” You exclaimed as the demon put the finishing touches on your look for date night.

“Always happy to help, my dear! My idiot brother will just eat you up on your date tonight!”

“We've been seeing each other for months now yet I still have butterflies in my stomach,” you confessed as you paced around in your room.

“Oooh that's so cute! Come over here, Y/N! Let's browse Devilgram until Mammon gets here!”

Asmo had made himself comfortable on your bed and patted the space beside him. You happily trotted over and watched as he scrolled through his feed.

“Oh that place is just to die for! It's got to be one of the most lavish clubs I have ever been to! We should go there sometime! Have you been to this restaurant yet, Y/N? They serve human world inspired food there! Their cupcakes are divine!” Asmodeus was babbling cheerfully to you as he flicked through his Devilgram feed before you both saw something that made your heart stop. Asmo’s ramblings tapered off into a stunned silence as the DDD fell from his hand and bounced softly on your bed. You scrambled to pick it back up, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Maybe it's from before you got together!” Asmodeus suggested as he took the DDD and zoomed in on the picture.

Mammon was wearing the chain necklace you bought him just the other week.

Asmodeus glowered angrily at the picture. How could his older brother do something like this to you?!

“Y/N?” The fifth-born softly spoke your name, concern in his eyes.

You remained still, eyes glossy with tears threatening to spill out. Your facade began to crack as your body started trembling. The shock subsided and grief took its place.

Before you could do anything else, Asmo pulled you into a tight embrace. “Y/N, honey, I'm so sorry,” he murmured comfortingly against your hair as he stroked your back.

As if on cue, Mammon walked through the door and instantly froze at the sight before him. Asmodeus looked up, pure rage in his eyes. You had never seen him so angry before. His demon form came out and he stood from the bed, shielding you from Mammon.

“Get. Out.” The younger brother warned.

“I'm sorry, Y/N! I can explain!” Mammon brushed passed Asmodeus to try and get to you.

A perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder suddenly yanked him back, hard. Mammon let out a yelp as he landed on the floor.

“I think that photo explains itself, Mammon. Now get out!” Asmo yelled in a tone you never heard him use.

“What in the demon lord’s name is going on here?” Lucifer growled as he rounded the corner into your room.

You were frozen on the bed, tears streaming down your face as Asmodeus glowered down at Mammon who was still on the floor.

“What did you do?” Lucifer asked, eyes narrowed at Mammon.

“I needed the money! It was a one time thing!” Mammon hastily explained and rose to his feet. “Y/N! I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking!”

“Leave,” Lucifer ordered Mammon before coming over and kneeling by your bed. He gently took your hands in his. “What can I do?”

“I…” you bit your lip but continued, “don’t know.” You started to sob again and Lucifer pulled you into an embrace, letting you cry on his shoulder.

Despite how hard he was on Mammon, Lucifer thought highly of him. He respected Mammon’s kindness and his loyalty. To say the eldest was disappointed would be an understatement. He never expected something like this out of Mammon and he felt like he failed you. Lucifer trusted Mammon to look after you and protect you. Guilt began to gnaw at him as he held you. He swore then and there he would be the one to look after you instead of Mammon going forward, no matter how busy he was.

Lucifer and Asmodeus spent hours comforting you. You cried yourself to sleep in their arms. Lucifer frowned as he stroked your hair.

“Get some rest, Asmodeus. I will look after them tonight.”

Asmo frowned and wiped a few stray tears from your cheek before he stood up and bid Lucifer goodnight.

Word travels fast in the House of Lamentation. If the fighting didn't draw the attention of the remaining brothers, the Devilgram post making rounds certainly did. They all wanted to go to you as soon as they heard but Lucifer told them to give you space so as to not overwhelm you.

It took a lot of self control and restraint for some of the brothers not to just let loose on Mammon. Lucifer thought of punishing him but decided against it. It appeared that Mammon was doing a good job of that himself. He was distraught and broken without you and he had no one to turn to as everyone was upset with him.

As ideal as it would have been for things to go back to normal in the House of Lamentation, they didn't. There was a rift between Mammon and his brothers and between Mammon and you. You avoided him as much as possible and he gave you space. The first few weeks were the hardest as you were used to having him by your side for most of the day. In his place, his brothers stepped in to ensure your safety and well-being.

Your relationships with the other brothers strengthened over the remainder of the year. When you left the exchange program it was a bittersweet affair. You were glad you wouldn't have to see Mammon again but you would miss his brothers and the other friends you made during the exchange program. You promised to keep in touch and visit each other. You moved on with your life.

Mammon was never quite the same. At first he fell into his vices and his gambling addiction became worse. It was only when he hit rock-bottom that he started to change his toxic behaviors. It was too late to regain your trust but he could ensure that he wouldn't hurt anyone else like that in the future. He would always miss you and the relationship you had. You were special to him. Gradually, his relationship with his brothers improved with time.

Maybe someday in the future you could be friends again but for that, it would take a lot of time.

Next will be Leviathan - not sure when I'll write it. I'm going to work on some matchup and HC requests first.

#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #om! swd #om! mammon #mammon obey me #mammon swd #om! lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer swd #asmodeus swd #asmodeus obey me #om! asmodeus #asmo obey me #asmo swd #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #obey me fic

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deanswaywardgirl · 3 years

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Having Faith

A/N: So, this is something I came up with in the shower. Don’t ask me how or why, but that seems to be where I conjure up my ideas. I call them my “Shower Fics”. Anyway, this could be just a part 1, y’all let me know what you think, and I think if there is a part 2 in the future, I think I’d like to do a collaboration, maybe even turn it into a mini-series or even longer. I’m letting Faith control this story. It’s her story, I just write it down. So, let me know. Enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning: angst, heartbroken Dean (face it, it's a warning. When Dean cries, everyone cries)

Faith paced back and forth in her room, the book of instructions on the Malek box, that Billie had given Dean, in her hand. "Dammit!" she growled, her eyes glowing blue as she threw the book, putting a large hole in the wall. She sank onto the edge of the bed, before standing and running her fingers through her hair again. She sat back down on the bed and held her head in her hands, going through any and all options in her head. But one option stood out above all others. She stared at her alarm clock, noting that it was almost three in the morning, her mind flashing back to the last words her and Dean had spoken to each other.

"The Malek Box is not an option, Dean, we're not going down that road," Faith said, dropping her duffel bag down on the map table. She moved towards the whiskey and took a large swig directly from the bottle, too pissed off to pour any into a glass.

"Faith, Billie said--" "Dean, I don't give a crap what Billie said. Screw Billie and her damn rules. I care about you and Sam and what this means for you. Do you have any idea how severe this plan is, any idea what it means?" "Yes, it means Michael goes down for good. It means saving this world, and every other world that exists. It means saving my family: Sam, you, Cas, Mom, and everyone else." "And what about us, Dean? Even if we help you go through with this crap, do you really think we'll sleep better at night, knowing you're a thousand leagues under water fighting this douchebag archangel for all eternity?" Faith swallowed hard as she moved towards him, tears falling down her cheeks. "Dammit, Dean, he will never let you die. You will never have peace, you will never rest, you will never see the light of day ever again." "Do you think I don't know that, Faith? I am terrified when I think about this, but I have to do this. I have to save you and Sam, I have to save the world." "Not like this, you don't, and you're not. I won't let you." "You're not gonna let me?" "Hell no!" "How are you gonna stop me?" Dean asked, keeping his eyes on hers. Faith shook her head and bit her bottom lip, then punched him and stormed off down the hall to the room she'd claimed when she wanted to be alone.

The two hadn't spoken since, and that was two days before. Leaving her room, she headed toward Sam's room, each step of her plan falling into place in her head. It broke her heart to do it this way, but she had to save her boys, she had to save Dean. From Michael and from himself. Swallowing hard, she found Sam in the kitchen and stood there, watching him for a moment, memorizing everything about this man with a beautiful soul in front of her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of saying goodbye to the man that had become her best friend and her brother.

"Faith? You alright?" Sam asked, bringing her out of her reverie. Faith took a shaky breath and moved toward him, watching as he stood up. She moved directly into his arms and held on tightly, breathing in his scent. "You know I love you, right? You know I'd do anything for you and that you're my brother, right?" she asked, then glanced up at him. Sam glanced down at her and smiled softly, then kissed her forehead. "Of course I know that, Faith. I love you too. What's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowing in concern. Faith smiled softly and slid her hands into his. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that, okay? It's almost three in the morning, Moose, go to bed. You can look for a way to save your brother in the morning." "I know, I just feel like every minute counts. He's not backing down on this one," Sam said, sitting back down. "We gotta save him, Faith, I don't know what I'll do if he goes through with this plan of his." Faith nodded and smiled softly. "I'll save him, I promise, Sammy. Goodnight," she said and left the kitchen, headed to the library to get the mind machine that Tonie Bevill had used on Dean and Mary.

She swallowed hard as she wheeled it to Dean's room and parked it just outside his door, then slowly poked her head in and noticed he was laid out in his bed, his arms over his chest. She took a shaky breath and moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside him.

"Dean?" she whispered, swallowing hard. The man opened one eye and closed it again. "Faith. Something on your mind?" he asked, then opened one eye in time to see tears fall down her face. "I'm sorry," she said, and watched as he moved closer and took her into his arms, holding her tightly. Faith cried into his shoulder and held on tightly, threading her fingers into his hair as she inhaled his scent. "I love you so damn much, Dean Winchester."

"Shh," Dean whispered and pulled back, cupping her face in his hands, wiping away her tears. He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes as he held her tight in his arms.

"Dean, you mean everything to me, so I have to do this," she whispered and pulled back to look into his eyes, stroking his cheek. "Forgive me," she whispered and placed two fingers against his forehead, putting him to sleep.

She placed her other hand on the back of his head and lowered him back down onto the bed, stroking his cheek with her thumb. "I love you, Dean." She stood and adjusted him so he was comfortable, placing his legs on the bed. She moved to the door and pulled the mind meld machine into the room. She hooked Dean up to it, then herself and laid down beside him and took his hand, lacing her fingers with his. She closed her eyes and focused, and soon was back in Rocky's Bar, sitting across from Dean.

"Hey," she said, smiling apologetically before standing and moving to the walk in freezer. "Faith, what are we doing back here? What are you doing?" Dean asked, attempting to stand. Faith turned back to him and pulled out the archangel blade from her jacket.

"I'm saving my family, Dean. I'm saving you," she said and moved toward him and knelt down. "I meant what I said. I love you, Dean, and I will save you from this son of a bitch." She stood up and kissed his forehead before moving to the freezer and pulling out the ice pick. She stood back and stood protectively in front of Dean, swallowing hard. "Come on out, you bastard. I know you're in there. I have an offer for you," she called, breathing shakily.

Soon, Michael came out of the freezer, his eyes full of anger. Sensing his anger toward Dean, Faith held the archangel blade up, her own eyes glowing blue. "Hello, Father." "Faith, Faith, Faith," he said, smiling at her, taking a few steps forward. "I'm impressed. You went through all this trouble to break me out of this rat hole of angst and daddy issues." Faith snarled and clenched her jaw before tightening her grip.

"I came to make you an offer, Michael." "Faith, don't do this," Dean said. Faith closed her eyes and let a single tear fall before facing her father again. Michael smirked and clasped his hands together in front of him. "I'm listening," he told her, his expression impassive.

"Deal of the millenium. You leave Dean and you can have me instead. Take your real sword, me, and leave Dean in peace. He lives, you live, I live. Everyone goes home happy."

The archangel laughed and moved to circle her, only to stop when she moved closer to Dean. "No, you're not coming anywhere near him. In fact, you make a move on him, you'll be dead before you hit the ground, you understand me?" she asked, swallowing hard. Michael's brow furrowed as he watched her. "What makes you think you're my sword and not him?" he asked. Faith gave him a cold smile. "Please. It's not like you love me. I'm a weapon, I was supposed to lead your piss poor angel army against Lucifer's, while you fought Lucifer. Love requires a heart, Michael, and using Dean's heart doesn't count." "Dammit, Faith, stop this," Dean growled behind her.

"No, Dean. This is the only way you stay alive, and Sam keeps his brother. You two need each other more than you'll ever need me. It's the right thing to do." She breathed deeply and licked her lips, turning her attention back to Michael.

"So? Leave or die, Michael, it's up to you. It's the only offer you're gonna get in the next decade or so.” The archangel laughed and shook his head. "Faith...this family you seem to care so much about, these Winchesters. You really think they care about you? You really think Dean cares about you? You think he loves you? When you and I leave, he'll be relieved. You'll be one less weight around his neck, and another monster to hunt. And why? So you could be their hero? Their guardian angel?" Michael laughed and licked his lips.

Tears fell down her cheeks as she blocked out the voice in her head that said he was right and blinked before forcing her eyes back to his. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, Michael. I'll lead whatever army you want me to lead, but you have to leave Dean and Sam alone forever. Or I will drive this knife into my heart, and you'll be short one real weapon."

Michael turned his eyes to Dean and back to Faith. "You'll come with me willingly?" he asked, approaching her, now standing directly in front of her. "You'll obey my every order, my every command? As if they came from.." he smirked and flicked his eyes to Dean just behind her, "Dean himself. You have to admit, you'd do anything and everything for him. And he wouldn't even have to ask." Faith clenched her jaw, tears falling down her cheek. She swallowed thickly and turned her blue eyes up to Michael.

"Yes. Now, do we have a deal or not?" she asked. "Faith, no, I'm begging you not to do this," Dean growled. Faith closed her eyes as she swallowed hard, dropping her eyes.

"Fine. We have a deal," Michael said and smirked, turning his eyes to Dean. "Today's your lucky day, Dean. Guess you won't be needing that box after all." He winked at the hunter and moved toward the door before turning back and holding his hand out to Faith. "Find a different vessel, Michael, I'm gonna say goodbye to my boys and I'll meet you in an hour at the town line."

It wasn't long before Dean and Faith both awakened from their sleep. Faith looked around and met Dean's eyes. "What did you do?" Dean asked, standing up off the bed. "Dean--" "You made a deal with him, Faith, you made--"

"Dean, I did it for you. For you and Sam." She moved off the bed towards him and cupped his face in her hands. "Dean, I only have an hour, can I please say goodbye to you?" she asked. Dean bit his bottom lip as he looked down into her eyes, then pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. "You don't have to go with him, Faith. We can protect you, we can keep you safe. I can. I can protect you," he told her, gripping her waist with his fingertips. "Dean, hey, look at me." Dean moved his eyes down to hers and he swallowed hard. "Listen to me. You and Sam, it was always you and Sam. It was never Dean and Faith, it was never Sam and Faith. I'm not important, I'm not....I'm not a Winchester," she said and cupped his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. Tears fell down Dean's cheeks as he listened to her.

"Sweetheart, you underestimate how much we need you. How much I need you. You are more important to me than you will ever know," he told her. "I love you more than anything in this world, Faith, and I always will." The girl in his arms shook her head and leaned up, kissing him with every ounce of her heart, every inch of her soul. Dean lifted her up onto his waist and sat on the edge of the bed with her in his lap, then reached up and cupped her face in his hand, earning a moan from her. He moved his lips down her jaw to her neck, gripping her waist in his fingertips, longing to feel her and to feel her touch him. Faith gently pulled back and pressed her forehead against his. "Dean, I only have an hour, or he'll come looking for me," she whispered, tracing his lips with her thumb, memorizing the feel of them. Dean parted his lips and kissed her palm tenderly, holding her hand to his face and leaning into it, his eyes falling closed.

"I can't believe you did this," he said, the tears falling. "I couldn't let you take that box to the bottom of the ocean, Dean. I never would've forgiven myself. Sam wouldn't have either." Dean gazed into her eyes and gently pulled her against him, cupping her face in his hand. "I am so in love with you," he whispered. "Faith, I don't know if I can do this without you," he told her. Faith smiled sadly.

"Dean, baby, you got on just fine before I came along," she told him, "you can do that again. Besides, you still have Sam. You will be okay," she said and kissed his forehead. "I'll be...I'll be okay, knowing you're safe. Miles away from Michael. I'd prefer that to the bottom of the ocean. I'm sure if you asked Sam--" "Sweetheart, hey," Dean interceded, looking up into her eyes, "he's not the only one in my world that matters. You matter to me just as much as he does, Faith. Whether you want to or not," he said with a warm smile. Faith smiled softly and shook her head, then pressed her head against his, cupping his face in her hand. "I love you, Dean Winchester, remember that, okay? Never forget that. And I will always choose you over this world." Dean took a shaky breath and pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her head to his shoulder. Faith breathed him in, closing her eyes as she memorized the smell of the man she loved more than anything. "Goodbye, Dean. I love you," she whispered and planted a tender kiss to his neck before disappearing. The last bit of evidence that she'd ever been there being the sound of wings fluttering.

Sam glanced up when his brother entered the room, and closed his laptop, his brow furrowing as he stood up. "Dean?" A single tear fell down Dean's cheek as he approached his younger brother, swallowing hard. "What is it? What's wrong?" Sam asked, gently clutching onto Dean's shoulder. "She's gone. Faith..." Dean sank onto the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest. "What are you talking about?" Sam asked, his heart sinking in his chest. "She made a deal. Michael's gone...he's got her, Sam." Another tear fell down Dean's cheek as he met his brother's eyes. "She's gone, Sammy. She's gone," he said and swallowed hard, leaning his head back and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Sam swallowed hard, but stayed beside his brother, also feeling the loss, the silence of the bunker falling down around them like a curtain.

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re: "Dean Winchester and the study of death in ‘Supernatural’ season 13"

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Misha Collins as Castiel in particular has been paraded around as an equal third alongside Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki in all the PR leading up to season 13.

this was the season Misha was demoted. I mean maybe the promo was true. I stopped watching SPN early season 12 (worst season ever? Yes!!!!) and caught up again after the finale. I think it's funny if they did all this promo for Collins while cutting his pay check and this is how fans describe it.

What’s the goal, if the tension for the fans isn’t actually about their investment in that character’s return? What is Supernatural trying to prove?

J2 need more timeoff and Misha is cheap. That was mean.

Dean’s most recent death isn’t quite a suicide in the traditional sense – it’s more like recklessly playing fast and loose on a day trip away from life with no guaranteed return ticket – but given that his actions are absolutely due to the culmination of his depression? From that angle, it also kind of is.

Not really. Depressed and reckless Dean is something that we've been seeing since season 2 and especially season 3. It's just that it's usually Sam that's the one dealing with it, and destiel shippers tend to be allergic to Sam because he's the floozy that gets in the way of Destiel.

What leads him to this point is the deepest and most well-sustained arc that Supernatural has ever offered about grief,

Season two is 22 episodes about grief.

I’m trying to recall a moment in Supernatural where we’ve actually seen such a truthful and prolonged aftermath to such a significant loss.

are you out of your fucking mind? S E A S O N T W O. Dean's recklessness! Sam's sudden turn around re: hunting? Sam's profound grief that he never got to say goodbye. Dean's guilt and horror at John's sacrifice and rage at the save him or kill him command. A plot summary of season two goes into Yellow Eyes and Sam's powers - but SPN season two is about what it feels like to survive the death of a loved one.

Yes, Sam and Dean have both canonically lived for months or years grieving the other, but that’s not a process we ever got to witness onscreen.

Don't Destiel shippers love season eight? Every single flashback with Sam and Amelia is about, among other things, Sam's profound grief over the loss of Dean. Dean's suicidal ideation is what leads Sam to take on the trails. Dean's anger and attacks on Sam lead to Sam's suicidal ideation. All of this is tied into how much they need each other and how much they fear losing each other.

[About season 7/the loss of Cas/Bobby/Sam's mental state]: That period was maybe the darkest emotional state, the steepest descent into unhealthy despair, that we ever saw from Dean before now

I don't like to think about the Mark of Cain, but.... I'm pretty sure Dean was in a darker state after Sam found out about Gadreel. It's also worth nothing that season seven is more concerned with the loss of Bobby than Castiel. His death haunts Dean more than Castiel's. There's, like, literal episodes dedicated to it.

This isn’t the loss of John, where his death both devastates Dean and removes a massive burden from his shoulders,

asdoirf3waodjfhsesodfs you owiafdjd tahuewi8fjd THAT'S THE OPPOISTE THING THAT HAPPENED. JOHN'S DEATH PUT MORE ON DEAN'S SHOULDERS THAN EVER BEFORE HOWWWWWWW

so what we end up with is a Dean with no belief that there’s any way to overcome this tragedy, and a Sam with a potentially delusional level of optimism.

what do i have to do in order to get Destiellers to leave Sam out of their silly analysis? Sam's hope was not delusional you asshat. He knows Lucifer, he knows there's a good chance he wouldn't kill Mary (not that that brings him much comfort). Dean mocking his hope in therapy was Dean lashing out, not an objective meter of reality.

He’s not dismissive, and he’s not unaffected, but he’s proactive, because Sam believes in miracles. More than that: he believes he deserves miracles.

what are you on. Sam knows that Jack can use his magical angel powers to cut through dimensions (because he already has) and that's PART of the reason he nurtured the kid. This isn't him hoping for a miracle. It's a potential solution to a problem. And, hey, Sam finds out he likes being a dad.

His bar for an ideal future is set much, much higher than Dean’s, because he truly believes that they can have, and that they deserve, more.

I mean he does. No one deserves Sam or Dean's life. But........,,., not really? An accurate read in Sam's ability to think he deserves anything good.

[on bad day at black rock] That episode always stands out to me as such a uniquely perfect portrayal of character because if that had happened to Dean, he would have been mostly fine.

I'm going to give season fifteen one (1) right for showcasing that's not true. Dean's heartburn, man. He hates it yessssss.

You know why? Because Dean expects the worst, he takes the hits as they come, he juggles problems and pleasures, drops balls and picks up new ones, never expects to keep them all in the air at the same time.

lest it be his Sammy. Then he needs to make deals with reapers and death to Fix That Right Now.

but I do know that the day Sam breaks, that he truly accepts that he is broken, that he is not going to get out of this with the solution he believes he’s owed, there will be a reckoning.

so I assume you watched the episode where Cas came back in season 7? That's a good time of Sam hitting rock bottom. He's exhausted and ready to die (though, of course, he uses what little strength he has to help a girl being haunted by her brother's ghost). Rock bottom of Sam in season 4 and 8 amounted to sacrificing himself. Look, Sam's dangerous. But I don't think he's overall more dangerous than Dean.

but the girl he was planning to spend the rest of his life with was killed not only in front of him but also because of him.

that's kind of victim blamey. I think we can blame Yellow Eyes and Lucifer. She's talking about rock bottom Sam in season one. Sam's a little cranky and fights with his family some. Very scary. Word will end.

The universe owes him, big time, and he knows it.

the fuck are you talking about. Sam doesn't think anyone owes him anything. Beyond, like, maybe not having literal god toy with is life for the lulz.

but Sam actually expects the universe to pay up, and pursues every opportunity that arises in order to fast-track that debt collection – it’s why he went along with the British Men of Letters, after all, it’s why he did the Demon Trials.

Sam takes the trails to make things better for Dean. He goes along with the BMoL because getting rid of all the monsters that eat people would make the world safer what you on natalie fisher.

And it’s why, within minutes of polite conversation, he’s testing the waters for Jack to help him out, open the portal to the other world in order to save Mary. .

Sam literally told Jack that if the kid couldn't help it didn't matter. The second he saw that Jack was being pushed too far, he pulled back. how are you dissing Sam when DEAN LITERALLY TOLD A CHILD OF ONE DAY OLD HE'D BE THE ONE TO KILL HIM WHAT ARE YOU ON.

asdfpaoiwe9rfaoidwaed this ladddddy

i'll be back with more of her nonsense i need to flush my brain

#that floozy sam #natalie fisher #anti destiel

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Lucifer: Season 5, Part 1 Thoughts

Part 1 of Season 5 of Lucifer came out on Netflix on August 21. And you bet your bottom dollar that I binged all 8 episodes. I stayed up until 2 am on August 22, but it was worth it. I’m not sure if the cast, crew, writers, and producers went into this season thinking it was their last (It’s not, Part 2 of Season 5 is rumored to be out in February of 2021, with the final season, Season 6, rumored to be released in early-mid 2022.) or what, but they really brought their A game for the first 8 episodes of the season.

What follows are some random thoughts I have on the season. Yes, there may be spoilers!

- I really like that the last couple of seasons have explored the supporting cast more. Maze, Ella, Linda, Dan - they are being fleshed out a lot and I am living for it.

- Seeing more of Linda’s backstory was great. And, I liked the way it tied into Maze’s own feelings regarding Lilith and abandonment. I am here for Linda x Maze, may that be a deep friendship or something more. I always love them together.

- Speaking of Maze - it is getting repetitive to see her be pissed at Lucifer (who really needs to step up and see that she is her own demon with thoughts and feelings.) or being down on herself for not being able to make solid connections. Maze, you have connections: You have a best friend in Linda, friends in Chloe, Ella, Amenadiel, Trixie, Charlie. These people are your found family! They love you, Maze. But, Maze has to learn to love herself. Stop betraying them because she’s upset. All that said, Lesley-Ann Brandt always brings her A-game.

- I didn’t care for Lilith. I get what she was trying to do and that, in the end, she wanted mortally and love, but even she couldn’t find it. But, she abandoned her children. :( I’m thinking her ring will play a key role down the road: either to give Maze mortally/a soul, give Eve immortally (so she and Maze can be together?), make Lucifer human, save Chloe, something! That ring is coming back into play.

-Amenadiel worrying about being a good father to baby Charlie. It was really cute, as is his friendship with Dan. The scenes with Dan, Amenadiel, Lucifer, and Jed trying to calm the baby were comedy gold. I also really loved seeing Amedadiel working a case with Chloe. He’s just grown so much as a character during the last five seasons and I’m here for it.

- Dan finding out about Lucifer was a bit of a surprise. Poor guy. He’s been lost since Charlotte’s death and all this new age stuff seems to be his way of trying to find meaning in his life. And, now he has to deal with the fact that EVERYTHING is real and his ex-wife/friend is in love with the actual Devil. And, he has this great fear that he’ll go to Hell, because of all he’s done - and knowing the Devil is real - of course that is going to mess with his mind! And, Michael - playing on fears - knew just want to do with that. I’m interested to see where Dan goes during Part 2 of the season.

-I felt so bad for Ella. She decided that she wasn’t going to go for the “bad boys” and that she was going to look for a nice, normal man for a normal romance and what does she find? A freaking serial killer! Who was using her and planning to kill her! Like, Ella, girl, take a break from dating for a while. She either dates men with no futures, serial killers, or Dan.

- I have to give it up to Tom Ellis in his portrayal of Micheal. So twisted and cowardly and yet weirdly I get it? From what the show has told us or implied - before his fall, Lucifer was one of their parents favorites, made Michael miserable, was a favorite of some of the other siblings. I can see a twin becoming jealous and causing issues. It’s interesting that Michael straight out stated he planted the idea of rebellion in Lucifer’s head. Michael planted the idea of causing Eve to sin. Of coming to Los Angeles. I’m wondering how much of it is true and how much was Michael just speaking nonsense. And, what else has Michael planted in Lucifer (or anyone else’s) head? Did he plant Chloe in God/Dad’s head? Did he pretend to be God/Dad and tell Amenadiel to bless the Decker’s with a baby? Oh, the possibilities.

-While I didn’t love episode 4 (it felt a bit like filler) - it was so good to see Tricia Helfer, back on the show. I miss Mom and Charlotte.

-Chloe finding out she was a blessing/gift from God/Dad? I am so thrilled they didn’t get too angsty with it and played it perfectly. Yes, she had every right to be confused and upset. But, thank goodness they didn’t drag that out! The writers really hit a lot of great beats with Chloe this season.

- I have read that some viewers were annoyed that Chloe was/is worried that Lucifer doesn’t lover her back - when he has shown his love via actions - but, I get it. Lucifer is Lucifer. He self sabotages, he refuses to deal with issues, and he tends to pull away. He become invulnerable - right after it was more or less agreed by everyone that Lucifer chooses to be vulnerable around Chloe because of his love for her. She might be thinking: “Okay, will he get bored? Is this real? Will something else happen that makes him pull away?” Chloe needs to have a solid talk with Lucifer, and it’s a talk that he may not be ready to have. As a show-runner hinted: “You can’t fully be in love with someone until you fully love yourself.” And, we all know that Lucifer is still working on loving himself.

- I was really proud of Lucifer during the first half of the season. He stayed in Hell to protect Charlie, Chloe, and the world. He only left to deal with Michael and he was smart enough to leave Amendadiel in charge. He was honest with Chloe, he tried (in his own way and to the best of his abilities) to give her space, he bonded with Dan, he got jealous (that was hilarious), he moved forward with Chloe, he tried (again in his own way and to the best of his abilities) to not freak out over losing his “mojo”, he admitted (to others and himself) that he NEEDS Chloe, he found Chloe. He showed some nice growth. He’s by no means a mature and fully realized “person” yet, but it’s clear he is trying.

- When Dad/God showed up? I had no idea Dennis Haysbert had been cast in the role, so I was so excited. He’s a great choice. I love that he came down from the Silver City to break up a fight between some of his children. His ex walking around Earth? Demons coming to Earth? A half-angel being born? Eve coming down? Cain and Lucifer fighting? Dad/God’s not bothered by that. He’s not coming down for that. But, his children fighting? Yeah, he’s physically and completely coming down to break that stuff up. I’m excited.

- So, 5A mentioned the Silver City and some of the other angels often. We learned that many of Lucifer and Amenadadiel ‘s siblings are praising Lucifer for going back to Hell to protect Earth. Something which Michael can’t stand. We also learn that Dad/God has locked himself away and that Michael is the only one he speaks to. You guys - I NEED to see some of the other angels or at least hear about them. Maybe even hints of what the Silver City looks like? Uriel may be dead, but Azrael and Remiel are still in the Silver City. And, the show has mentioned a Castiel, who enjoys music. We’ve also heard about Gabriel and Raphael, who are apparently proud of Lucifer for being mature enough to return to Hell on his own. I’m actually wondering how many children Dad/God and Mom actually had together? So far we have nine angels/children. Did they have hundreds? Thousands? Just those nine?

- Let’s talk Deckerstar. If you are a fan of Deckerstar, as I am, then you were loving 5A. There was awkwardness, angst, cuteness, sweetness. They were flirty and playful. When they FINALLY had sex? Linda and Ella weren’t the only one celebrating. And, I loved that it really seemed that BOTH Chloe and Lucifer spent 5A trying to be honest and straight forward with one another. They seem to have realized that they’ve wasted too much time and they have to try and be honest with one another, even if it is very hard.

- Overall, I LOVED Part 1 of Season 5 and CANNOT wait for Part 2. 2021 cannot come soon enough!

-And, I’m sorry, but Lucifer gifs are lined up in my queue for days to come.

#Lucifer #lucifer on netflix #Lucifer Morningstar #Chloe Decker #dan espinoza #ella lopez #linda martin #amenadial #mazikeen smith #Deckstar #tom ellis #lauren german #kevin alejandro #d.b. woodside #lesley-ann brandt #rachel harris #aimee garcia #tricia helfer

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A List of All of Sam Winchester’s Injuries

Now, this list might not be the most accurate. I did not sit down and watch every single episode in full, eyes glued to the screen for every time Sam got injured. I only skimmed. Here’s a gif I made to show how I did it:

(sorry it’s bad quality, it’s the first gif I’ve ever made) I skimmed through the episode and used the little preview screen to look for any time there was fast movement, blood or a spell that might require someone cutting their palm. I also kept an eye out for angel-banishing sigils. Since I only skimmed, there’s a chance I missed some injuries or even times that Sam was magically healed. So again, might not be an accurate list but I did my best. Feel free to tell me anything I missed.

Here’s a key to help you through the list: - most of this lists the actual injury, e.g. “cut on left temple” but other times it’ll list an action that may cause injury, e.g. “thrown into wall” - “thrown into / against” means that he impacted the object, but the object did not break / he did not go through it - “thrown through” means that the object broke on impact and he ended up on the other side - “internal pain” means that someone used magic to do something to him, but I have no idea what, all I know is that he looked in pain and was mostly gripping his stomach - “handcuffed” means actual handcuffs were used, “tied around wrists” means either rope or zip-ties were used - “punched” means just punched in the face, any other area on the body will be specified - any episodes that aren’t on the list means he wasn’t injured in them

Some misc notes: - I do not include injuries that don’t actually happen, e.g. future visions, nightmares, hallucinations or a fake reality - I might be inconsistent with the amount of times I specify what was used to knock Sam out, and not specifying. Sorry about that. It’s because I either just couldn’t see the object, or I was lazy that day - I don’t usually specify the size of the injury either, I usually just say “cut”, sorry. I only realised 6 seasons in that I probably should be specifying the size, and also taking screenshots, but I couldn’t be bothered going back back and fixing it, nor could I be bothered specifying the size from then on. I’m sorry, it was just going to feel weird if 6 seasons in I only then start specifying - I don’t include possessions as injuries, but I do specify when injuries happen while possessed - I include some commentary of what kind of injuries I thought should’ve happened based on the action - There’s also a list of Dean’s injuries, but there won’t be a list for Cas. Going into this, I only wanted to know Dean and Sam’s injuries for some redesigns I want to do, I didn’t feel it was necessary for me to know Cas’ because he won’t have scars in my redesign (at least his vessel won’t). Please don’t expect me to go back and make a list for Cas, this already took up so much of my time and I don’t want to do it again.

Let’s begin, shall we?

Season 1

1x1: Pilot - five holes in centre of chest from fingers 1x2: W*ndigo - falls down a hole 1x4: Phantom Traveler - head banged against wall 1x5: Bloody Mary - infected by Bloody Mary 1x6: Skin - tied to a chair around his neck, chest, hips, wrists and ankles - bottle smashed over head - tied around wrists - cut under right eye - punched - kneed - kicked into bookshelf - hit across face with pool stick - elbowed in face - tackled into table - strangled - cut on left side of forehead 1x7: Hook Man - stabbed in right forearm with hook - thrown into bookshelf that then falls on top of him 1x9: Home - strangled with lamp cord - thrown into walls and cabinets 1x10: Asylum - mind influenced by Ellicot - punched and knocked out 1x15: The Benders - cuts on both hands - cut on chin 1x16: Shadow - 4 claw marks across left cheek - wrists tied - cut across nose 1x17: Hell House - choked with an axe handle 1x18: Something Wicked - life force sucked out of him, process interupted before completed 1x19: Provenance - hit by a dresser 1x22: Devil’s Trap - punched - split lip

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Season 2

2x1: In My Time of Dying - in a carcrash - 2 cuts on right cheek - cut near right eye - cut across nose - split bottom lip 2x3: Bloodlust - knocked unconscious with an iron - wrists tied - cut on left forearm 2x5: Simon Said - sprained wrist? his right wrist / arm is in a cast but I searched and it’s not there in the previous episode and nothing happens between then and this episode that would’ve caused it, so I have no clue what happened. If someone does please let me know 2x9: Croatoan - diagonal slice on upper left pec 2x10: Hunted - kneed - elbowed in face - kicked in face and through wall - cut on left cheek 2x14: Born Under a Bad Sign - burned with holy water (while possessed by Meg) - jumped out a window (possessed) - punched unconscious (possessed) - tied to a chair by wrists and ankles (possessed) - binding lock on right inner forearm, that’s a circle with a line going through - burn over binding lock (possessed) - punched 2x17: Heart - 3 slashes on left cheek 2x19: Folsom Prison Blues - handcuffed around wrists and ankles 2x20: What Is and What Should Never Be - strangled - hit in the head 2x21: All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 1 - abducted by Azazel (I’m assuming he was knocked unconscious) - super punched across yard - possible dislocated shoulder - stabbed in the back - DEAD 2x22: All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 2 - resurrected by demon deal

Season 3

3x1: The Magnificent Seven - thrown - strangled 3x2: The Kids are Alright - punched - kneed - thrown around 3x3: Bad Guy at Black Rock - strangled - fell over and scraped knees - fell again and knocked himself unconscious - punched - shot in left shoulder 3x4: Sin City - thrown into a windshield 3x7: Fresh Blood - thrown through a wall - thrown into a shelf - kicked in the face - face banged against table - cut on right eyebrow 3x8: A Very Supernatural Christmas - strangled - head banged against wall and knocked unconscious - tied to a chair by wrists and ankles - nail taken off right index finger - punched - thrown into a table 3x9: Malleus Maleficarum - thrown into a wall 3x12: Jus in Bello - handcuffed - punched - thrown against walls 3x13: Ghostfacers! - tied to a chair by wrists and ankles - cut on left cheek - thrown around 3x14: Long-Distance Call - knocked unconscious with a bat - tied (very tightly) around wrists - cuts around wrists where tied 3x15: Time is On My Side - head banged against steering wheel - chloroformed - strapped down to a table 3x16: No Rest for the Wicked - punched - thrown into a wall

Season 4

4x1: Laxarus Rising - tackled into table and chairs - punched 4x2: Are You There, God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester - shoved into metal lockers, a wall and a mirror (probably has cuts on his left hand from it) - head banged on sink - cut above left eye - thrown into windshield - squashed between a desk and a shelf 4x4: Metamorphosis - thrown against a wall - punched and knocked unconscious - 5 little holes / cuts on left side of forehead 4x5: Monster Movie - thrown through fake wall 4x6: Yellow Fever - thrown around - head banged against floor 4x7: It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester - internal pain - punched - strangled - thrown into wall 4x8: Wishful Thinking - struck by lightning and knocked unconscious 4x9: I Know What You Did Last Summer - thrown down stairs - jumped out a window - horizontal slash on left outer bicep - punched - kneed - strangled 4x10: Heaven and Hell - choked 4x12: Criss Angel is a Douche Bag - tied down by his wrists and ankles 4x13: After School Special - punched (when he was a kid) - stabbed with a pencil on upper left pec - kicked in the groin and face - punched (as an adult) 4x14: Sex and Violence - cut on left side of neck - infected by a siren - punched - broken / twisted arm - tackled through a door 4x15: Death Takes a Holiday - hit in the stomach 4x17: It’s a Terrible Life - thrown into a shelf - thrown against a wall 4x19: Jump the Shark - knocked unconscious with a shotgun - tied down to a table by his wrists and ankles - horizontal cut on inner right forearm - gash on his left side - vertical slashes on both inner forearms 4x21: When the Levee Breaks - thrown around into walls - tied down to bed by wrists and ankles - punched - kneed - kicked

Season 5

5x1: Sympathy for the Devil - kneed - punched - broken left leg - lungs taken away (put back) 5x2: Good God, Ya’ll! - shoved into a shelf - strangled - hit with a bat - hit with a shotgun and knocked unconscious - tied to a chair by middle, wrists and ankles - cut above left eye 5x5: Fallen Idols - strangled - thrown into tables - thrown into a column - knocked unconscious - tied by wrists 5x6: I Believe The Children Are Our Future - thrown into a wall - strangled 5x7: The Curious Case of Dean Winchester - strangled 5x8: Changing Channels - hit in the groin 5x9: The Real Ghostbusters - super slapped - thrown around 5x11: Sam, Interrupted - tied down to a bed by wrists and ankles 5x12: Swap Meat - hit in both sides of neck with darts and passes out, body swapped with teenager - tied to a chair around middle, wrists and ankles 5x13: The Song Remains The Same - thrown through a wall - kicked - stabbed in the stomach with a pipe - DEAD (revived by Michael) 5x14: My Bloody Valentine - punched - handcuffed 5x15: Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid - handcuffed 5x16: Dark Side of the Moon - shot in the chest - DEAD (revived by Joshua) 5x17: 99 Problems - gash on left shoulder 5x18: Point of No Return - thrown into metal room divider - hemorrage (healed by Zachariah) 5x19: Hammer of the Gods - strangled 5x21: Two Minutes to Midnight - affected by pestilence (stopped later on) - faints - strangled 5x22: Swan Song - shot in the back and chest (while possessed by Lucifer) - jumped into the hell / the cage (Lucifer still possessing, but Sam in control) - DEAD - rescued from the cage by Castiel, however without his soul. Not sure if this required Cas to rebuild his body like he did with Dean, so I guess this part can be entirely up to your interpretation

Season 6

6x1: Exile on Main St. - horizontal cut on inner left forearm 6x2: Two and a Half Men - thrown around 6x6: You Can’t Handle The Truth - knocked unconscious - tied by his wrists - punched - strangled - three claw marks on right cheek 6x7: Family Matters - cut on left side of forehead - cut beside left eye - cut on left side of jaw - cut under right eye - bleeding out of right ear - broken nose - tied by wrists - Cas reaches into his... soul? idk what he reached into since he has no soul - (previouis injuries healed by Cas) - strangled 6x9: Clap Your Hands If You Believe - beat with a cane - cut on left side of hairline 6x10: Caged Heart - knocked unconscious - bites into his own right inner wrist 6x11: Appointment in Samarra - knocked unconscious with a baton - cut on left side of hairline - vertical gash on right side of right let - punched unconscious - handcuffed 6x13: Unforgiven - possible gash on right shoulder (not sure if that was his blood or someone else’s) - handcuffed - thrown face first into wall - tied up with webs 6x15: The French Mistake - thrown through a window - punched - internal pain 6x16: ... And Then There Were None - tied around wrists - electrocuted on his wright forearm, leaves a horizontal burn mark 6x19: Mommy Dearest - handcuffed 6x20: The Man Who Would Be King - thrown into a table 6x21: Let It Bleed - knocked unconscious 6x22: The Man Who Knew Too Much - comatose (he wakes up)

Season 7

7x1: Meet the New Boss - cut on left palm 7x2: Hello, Cruel World - knocked unconscious with a pipe 7x3: The Girl Next Door - punched and knocked unconscious 7x5: Shut Up, Dr. Phil - internal pain - strangled 7x6: Slash Fiction - handcuffed 7x8: Season 7, Time for a Wedding! - poisoned with love potion - knocked unconscious with sandwich cooker - tied to chair by wrists and ankles - thrown into a table and knocked unconscious - strangled 7x11: Adventures In Babysitting - strangled - bit on left side of his neck x2 7x12: Time After Time - cut on left palm 7x14: Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magic Menagerie - punched - thrown into a windshield - kicked - hit with a wench - cut on left side of hairline 7x15: Repo Man - hit the back of the head with a piece of wood - thrown around 7x16: Out With the Old - thrown into a desk 7x17: The Born-Again Identity - hit by a car - broken rib - cut on his right outer forearm - cut on his left hand - cuts around his left eye - bruised and cut knuckles - skid marks on right elbow - tied down by his wrists and ankles - electrocuted 7x18: Party On, Garth - knocked unconscious 7x19: Of Grave Importance - ghost hand digs into back 7x20: The Girl With the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo - somersaulted through glass 7x23: Survival of the Fittest - strangled

Season 8

8x1: We Need to Talk About Kevin - horizontal cut on inner right forearm 8x2: What’s Up, Tiger Mommy? - thrown into a table 8x3: Heartache - thrown into tables and chairs - strangled 8x4: Bitten - strangled 8x6: Southern Comfort - elbowed - headbutted - kicked into a table 8x10: Torn and Frayed - strangled - threw himself against a door multiple times 8x11: LARP and the Real Girl - strangled 8x12: As Time Goes By - handcuffed - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 8x13: Everybody Hates Hitler - strangled for a second - dart in left side of neck and poisoned with spell - effects disappear once spellcaster dies 8x14: Trial and Error - arm glows and cramps with pain from completing the first trial 8x15: Man’s Best Friend With Benefits - thrown into a wall - knocked unconscious - thrown into a painting and tables 8x16: Remember the Titans - fell down stairs - flung back against ground - thrown against column 8x17: Goodbye Stranger - punched - tackled through glass door 8x18: Freaks and Geeks - knocked unconscious - tied to chair by wrists and ankles 8x19: Taxi Driver - punched - horizontal cut on left forearm x2 - thrown into a tree - hand glows and cramps with pain from completing another trial 8x20: Pac-Man Fever - punched - pushed into a fence - thrown around 8x21: The Great Escapist - really sick, passes out 8x23: Sacrifice - bit on left inner forearm - 2 cuts below right eye - cut on left palm

Season 9

9x2: Devil May Care - punched - thrown into a metal counter - head banged against wood 9x3: I’m No Angel - thrown through a glass door - punched - knocked unconscious 9x4: Slumber Party - hit in face with a piece of wood (while possessed by witch) 9x5: Dog Dean Afternoon - four claw marks on left side of neck (healed by Gadreel) - knocked unconscious 9x7: Bad Boys - thrown into a door - choked 9x8: Rock and a Hard Place - thrown through wood planks and knocked unconscious - burn on left lower side of torso, above liver 9x10: Road Trip - punched unconscious (while possessed by Gadreel) - tied to chair around wrists and ankles (possessed) - 2 needles in left temple (possessed) - needle in right temple (possessed) - needle in centre of foreheard (possessed) - (needle wounds healed by Cas) 9x11: First Born - needle in right side of neck 9x12: Sharp Teeth - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 9x13: The Purge - cupboard dropped on top of him - punched - kicked through a wall - strangled - split lip 9x15: #THINMAN - tasered unconscious - handcuffed 9x16: Blade Runners - cut on right cheek - cut on right side of neck 9x17: Mother’s Little Helper - punched into a pile of boxes - kicked - choked 9x19: Alex Annie Alexis Ann - hit in the gut - blood drained from both forearms 9x23: Do You Believe in Miracles - punched unconscious

Season 10

10x1: Black - broken arm (I have no clue how it got there) - punched unconscious - tied to a chair by wrists and ankles 10x2: Reichenbach - chokes on smoke / gas - punched unconscious 10x4: Paper Moon - strangled x2 - punched in the gut 10x5: Fan Fiction - knocked unconscious 10x7: Girls, Girls, Girls - punched 10x8: Hibbing 911 - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 10x11: There’s No Place Like Home - wrists and ankles tied - choked 10x12: About a Boy - elbowed in the face - thrown into a cabinet 10x15: The Things They Carried - thrown against a wall - strangled 10x18: Book of the Damned - strangled 10x19: The Werther Project - 2 horizontal cuts on right forearm 10x20: Angel Heart - knocked unconscious with pipe - handcuffed - headbutted - punched - thrown into a wall 10x22: The Prisoner - thrown through window and into tiled wall 10x23: Brother’s Keeper - punched - cut on left cheek - cut near left eyebrow, close to nose

Season 11

11x1: Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire - thrown into a shelf - infected by a rabid 11x2: Form and Void - burns the infection off (it’d be pretty sick if he actually had burn marks from this) 11x3: The Bad Seed - thrown into a pile of boxes 11x4: Baby - jagged cut on right cheek - 2 jagged cuts above right eye - (injuries hinted to be healed by Cas off screen) 11x5: Thin Lizzie - tied around wrists 11x6: Our Little World - headbutted - punched - strangled - throws shoulder against door multiple times - thrown against door and knocked unconscious 11x7: Plush - shoved against walls - strangled - thrown into cabinet - thrown against impala - knocked unconscious 11x10: The Devil in the Details - punched - cut beside left eye - headbutted - elbowed - cut on nose 11x12: Don’t You Forget About Me - hit in gut and face with sledgehammer - hit in back with piece of wood - falls off railing and hits titled floor - hit multiple times with piece of wood 11x13: Love Hurts - I assume he hit either a wall or a table, he was thrown but the impact wasn’t shown - choked 11x14: The Vessel - shoved against stone column - soul touched by Lucifer - cut on left palm 11x15: Beyond the Mat - thrown against a metal beam 11x16: Safe House - possibly cut one of his palms, I’m not sure if they purchased that blood or if it’s Sam’s - punched - thrown into counter - punched in the gut 11x17: Red Meat - thrown through table - shot in left lower torso - choked - body went into shock, heartbeat slowed down to almost nothing - cut on nose - falls down stairs 11x18: Hell’s Angel - either internal pain or choked 11x20: Don’t Call Me Shurley - infected by Amara’s fog, passes out - infection healed by God, probably 11x22: We Happy Few - Mark of Cain burned into his right forearm, process interrupted before completed 11x23: Alpha and Omega - strangled - shot in left thigh / knee

Season 12

12x1: Keep Calm and Carry On - tied to a chair by ankles and wrists (tightly handcuffed, looks like it could cut, maybe) - electrocuted - tortured with a cold shower - 2 burn streaks on right side of right foot - needle on right side of neck - drugged - punches a mirror - cut on left palm - kicked in the face 12x2: Mamma Mia - either stabbed in the mouth or a tooth taken out, they never show what actually happened - cut on left shoulder - cut on left cheek - cut on left side of forehead - elbowed in the face - (possibly healed by Cas, seeing as he’s completely fine in the next shot) 12x3: The Foundry - throws himself against a door multiple times - thrown into a shelf 12x4: American Nightmare - knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 12x5: The One You’ve Been Waiting For - elbowed in the face - punched 12x6: Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox - thrown into a table 12x8: LOTUS - handcuffed around wrists and ankles 12x9: First Blood - DEAD (revived by Billie) - cut on left palm 12x10: Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets - punched 12x11: Regarding Dean - thrown into a bookshelf - ears profusely bleeding - tied to a chair by wrists 12x12: Stuck in the Middle (With You) - shoved into a wall - glass smashed over his head - fell through wood railing, over porch and impact on ground - punched - elbowed in the face - hit with pieces of flying wood - flung backwards - hit in gut, face and neck with base of spear 12x16: Ladies Drink Free - headbutted - falls back through wood room divider 12x17: The British Invasion - thrown into metal door 12x18: The Memory Remains - either hands or face hit with a hammer - face then clearly hit with hammer and he stumbles back into a pile of boxes 12x19: The Future - thrown through park bench 12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes - shoved into a wall - punched - thrown through table - strangled

Season 13

13x1: Lost and Found - thrown into a wall and knocked unconscious - strangled - thrown into a wall again - kneed in the face - punched - kicked 13x2: The Rising Sun - choked 13x5: Advanced Thanatology - thrown across floor and hits chair and table 13x6: Tombstone - thrown back into floor 13x7: War of the Worlds - kicked into wall 13x8: The Scorpion and the Frog - punched - thrown across floor - hit with rock and knocked unconscious 13x9: The Bad Place - hit in the face with base of angel blade 13x10: Wayward Sisters - hit in side and face with base of spear and knocked unconscious - tied around wrists 13x11: Breakdown - knocked unconscious - tied down to a table by wrists and ankles 13x12: Various & Sundry Villains - tackled onto hood of impala - strangled x2 - hexed to stay in one spot - thrown into bookshelf - thrown through table 13x13: Devil’s Bargain - thrown into beside table - internal pain 13x14: Good Intentions - knocked unconscious 13x15: A Most Holy Man - handcuffed - knocked unconscious 13x17: The Thing - possibly poisoned, I’m not sure but he faints after eating food - tied around wrists 13x18: Bring em Back Alive - tackled into control panel - punched in side - thrown against wall - internal pain 13x19: Funeralia - passes out from spell - tortured by Rowena’s magic 13x20: Unfinished Business - thrown into wall - strangled 13x21: Beat the Devil - neck torn out on right side - DEAD (resurrected by Lucifer) 13x23: Let the Good Times Roll - windows exploded behind him and he was flung back into the impala from the force of the explosion - punched - hard impact on ground - kicked in the face - strangled

Season 14

14x1: Stranger in a Strange Land - thrown through table and chair - punched - kneed in groin 14x3: The Scar - hit in back of knee with spear - tackled through table - punched - strangled 14x4: Mint Condition - hit in face - flung back against counter - knocked unconscious 14x9: The Spear - hit in back of head with bat - thrown into truck x2 - knocked unconscious - internal pain 14x11: Damaged Goods - hard impact against floor 14x13: Lebanon - either jumped to the side and hit the bookshelf or he was thrown from the force of the fire - hit in the side and face with gun - choked - punched - thrown through table - head banged multiple times against table - cut on nose 14x14: Ouroboros - thrown into counter - thrown onto table (during this, his back impacts a glass dead on and when I was 10 I jumped off a couch and my foot hit a glass dead on and my foot was cut open so I expect cuts on his back) - not able to breathe - temporarily blind - internal pain 14x15: Peace of Mind - brainwashed by the town / the witch, forgets who he is and thinks he’s someone else - hard impact on ground - almost gets his head blown off, process interrupted before completed 14x16: Don’t Go in the Woods - strangled 14x17: Game Night - punched - hit in the face with rock - shoved against impala - cut on left temple - cut and bruised knuckles - (all healed by Jack) 14x20: Moriah - thrown into bookshelf - shot in left shoulder with the Equalizer

Season 15

15x1: Back To The Future - cut on left side of torso, near waist (healed by Cas) - punched - kicked 15x5: Proverbs 17:3 - shoved against floor - thrown into wall - thrown back and knocked unconscious 15x6: Golden Time - internal pain x2 - hexed to spit up blood - wrists tied - voodo stabbed in chest - voodo arm twisted 15x7: Last Call - flung back into brick wall and knocked unconscious - partially healed by Sergei, bullet would still weirdly infected though 15x8: Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven - kicked - punched - strangled 15x9: The Trap - tied to chair by wrists - bullet wound dug around in with a scalpel 15x10: The Heroes’ Journey - punched - hard impact on ground 15x12: Galaxy Brain - hit in face and gut with sticks 15x13: Destiny’s Child - thrown 15x14: Last Holiday - fingernail taken off from 3 left fingers - thrown into wall 15x17: Unity - choked - punched - headbutted 15x19: Inherit the Earth - thrown into a bookshelf - thrown across beach - internal pain - punched - hit in the neck - kneed - kicked - kicked in the face - broken right arm - cut on left eyebrow - 2 cuts on left cheek - cut on right temple - (all healed by Jack) 15x20: Carry On - hard impact on ground - punched - knocked unsconscious - DEAD (old age, permanently)

#spn #supernatural #spn ref #supernatural ref #sam winchester #sam winchester ref #jared padalecki #blood tw #blood mention #injuries #injury tw #injury mention #injury ref #I'm DONE!! YES!! I can finally DRAW!! and just DO SHIT IN GENERAL!#I swear to god I am never attempting this kind of shit ever again it took up THREE WEEKS OF MY TIME #WHY DID IT TAKE UP THAT MUCH TIME????#anyways if you compare the two lists you'll see that Dean gets injured SO MUCH MORE than Sam #they really wanted to put Dean through pain huh #long post

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Revolutionary Girl Utena - Name Games (pt.2/?)

[鳳]Ootori [暁生]Akio

Oddly, the surname Ootori [鳳] isn’t actually Akio’s, it’s his fiance and future father-in-law’s, which he’s taken somewhat prematurely for himself in his assumed role as chairman of the Ootori Academy. (Although his full name is never stated, it is presumably Himemiya [姫宮] Akio [暁生].) The one character surname is the name of a mythical bird, named quite literally the “Ootori” synonymous with Oo[王] meaning “King” and Tori[鳥] meaning “Bird.”

The kanji itself is taken directly from Chinese where it is part of a pair, male and female mates of the same mythical bird, Fenghuang [鳳凰]. (The same compound word in Japanese is read as Houou [鳳凰].) The Feng is the male of the pair, and the Huang is the female. As they can be a sign of a prosperous marriage either together or when paired with a dragon; in which case the Fenghuang (as a singular female bird) represents the empress, and the dragon the emperor. The pair of birds also represent a harmonious union of aspects of yin and yang. As a part of the Chinese and by proxy Japanese mythos surrounding them they are many colored and associated with rainbows.

They are also erroneously called the “Chinese Phoenix” due to being a mythical firebird associated with longevity, but apart from those superficial themes they aren’t in any way related to the Greek phoenix myth.

In the case of Akio he is in fact a kingly and long lived mythic figure, a lone male half of a powerful pair of mated gods, and a resplendently fabulous.

The given name Akio[暁生] is written as [暁]”Daybreak”/”Dawn” and [生]”Birth,” which is a translation of the Greek Heōsphóros [Ἑωσφόρος] meaning “Dawn bringer.” (itself a Greek translated of the Hebrew Hêylêl [הֵילֵל] also the name of the “Day-star”) This is also where the Latin word Lucifer, meaning “Light bearer” derives; all of which are names referring to the planet Venus, also known as The Morning Star. Both Venus the goddess(aka Aphrodite) and Lucifer are so named for their beauty, as the brightest and most beautiful star in the sky, and one visible clearly even in the light of dawn. Point being, Akio is literally a Lucifer character; a once divine figure, beautiful but vain, corrupted and fallen from favor, and very much equitable in Utena’s story to The Devil or Satan.

[ディオス]DIOS

It’s not a kanji-based word play here, but the name of the lost Prince, Akio’s former identity, and the namesake of the show’s pivotal Sword of Dios is just the phonetic approximation of the Greek word Dios [δῖος] (or perhaps of the derived Latin, Deus) meaning “God-like”/”Godly,” “Heavenly,” or simply “Divine.” He is in fact a god figure, and the source of the power of the duelists, a power that Akio lost when he grew older, became a man, and ceased to be the fairytale prince. Akio’s fall from grace denied him not just the superficial powers of a god, but the specific powers and role of “the ideal man,” the fairy tale prince fit for a fairy tale princess. But he is exactly that, a fairy tale, an idea made up of words but never tangible or real; The duelists strive to be something they can’t, princesses wait for a prince who isn’t coming, and Akio struggles to reclaim his pure and innocent self that never really existed except in his and everyone else’s heads.

Similarly Anthy is an “ideal woman” -- not in that what she is is ideal, but in that she is whatever ideal is, which changes based on the reigning duelist: For Saionji she is utterly subservient and objectified (and perhaps even just a prop to assert his heterosexuality); for Utena she is an innocent princess to rescue, as befits a prince; and for a brief moment for the Kaoru twins, she is the mistress their father divorced their mother for, some fantasy he chases that his real wife can’t achieve. When the brides in the 3rd act attempt to usurp Anthy’s role as the Rose Bride, they are trying to occupy the role of “ideal woman” in the eyes of their partners. They aren’t trying to become someone else, they’re trying to make whatever they already are what their partner wants.

Anyway... I promised last post I wasn’t gonna go full analysis on the show, so bottom line is just this: Dios means “god,” because Dios is god, and like god Dios is a myth that both empowers people and yet has no actual active power in the world, and is someone for whom people fight for while often misrepresenting his supposed ideals.

[鳳]Ootori [香苗]Kanae

Kanae [香苗] is written with the kanji for “a smell(implicitly a pleasant one)” and in this vein it can also mean “incense” or “perfume,” and the kanji for “sapling” or “seedling.” So most readily her names means "The Scent of Youth” or “The Scent of Young(things)” which is of course a representation of the Ootori Academy itself, and Akio’s arranged marriage to Kanae is just a means to his inheriting the school. She is herself on even a meta level simply a means to an end, a surrogate for the school itself. And in the overarching narrative of the show, the school is itself a representation of adolescence, a literal World of Adolescence; both a metaphysical realm embodying all the rules and symbols and dynamics of adolescence, and an actual physical domain of/for children.

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Best Served Cold

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Series Summary: The devil’s revenge can’t be anything pleasant... or can it?

Warnings/tags: swearing, future smut

Word Count: 746

Author’s Note: This is a three part drabble series written for the @ficfacers 2019 auction. A HUGE thanks to whomever bid on me. I had a lot of fun writing this, and probably never would have tried my hand at Lucifer without you :)

Edit: I COMPLETELY forgot to credit @lovelyhexbag for betaing this for me 🙊

You never expected him to be there. You should have noticed the signs. The random flickering of the lights as you walked through the library. The eerie edge hidden within the silence. The not quite so vacuous absence an empty bunker often brought.

By the time you realize you aren’t alone, it’s too late.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here.” The hair on your arms stand on end, the space around you filling with an alarmingly familiar, chill-kissed presence. “You’re not what I expected. Where’s the Hardy Boys?”

Gone, along with Jack and Mary, and the realization of how alone you are hits as hard and fast as your fear.

“It’s not polite to keep your back to guests.”

Your knees wobble, steps a heavy shuffle as you manage to turn yourself around. Your system hits a fever pitch as you finally lay eyes on Lucifer, and there’s a heady rush as his presence fully sweeps over you, his head giving a curious tilt as he drinks you in.

"I remember you," he purrs, a disarming smile stretching across his face. "You're the littlest member of the pack.”

You assume he means newest, but you certainly feel small in comparison to the raw power tingling across the large gap between you, along with the overwhelming rush of adrenaline, nerves, and something in response to him.

“What on earth are they doing, leaving a little morsel like you all alone down here?”

Your heart skips a beat beneath his unwavering stare, then several more at the forked tongue that darts out, wetting his bottom lip in a wholly unwholesome way before his teeth languidly rake across it. You’re not certain what kind of hunger he was staring at you with, a thought that equally terrifies you and sends an inexplicable surge much lower in your body than you expect.

You don’t know what to do with it. Any of it. You. Him. The fact you know nothing good can come from a visit from the devil.

Distraction. It’s the first fully formed thought your mind can manage as it attempts to swim through the haze of instincts drowning out your logic.

You swallow down some of the dryness in your throat. “They’re looking for you.”

He smirks, eyes glinting deviously. “Oh, I know.”

He knows.

His posture suddenly shifts from that suffocating confidence to casual. “So, y/n, can I call you y/n?” He leans against a nearby bookshelf, fingers drifting thoughtfully beneath his chin. “Which of those losers are you…”

He trails off, and it takes a moment for the implication to sink in. As soon as it does, heat rises along your cheeks, or maybe it’s the way his gaze continues to pin you in place, because despite how low-key he’s trying to be, there’s no restraining that infinite piece of him. It burns along the darks of his eyes, and while it may look like ice, it speaks of something far more searing and intense.

He flashes a knowing grin, just before breaking eye contact with you.

"Is it Sammy boy?" His demeanor suddenly changes as he idly inspects his fingernails, like the entire conversation is beneath him despite the fact he's the one driving it. "I almost couldn't blame you. Tall drink of water, that one. Am I right?" He flashes you a chummy smile, but there's no mistaking the wolfish curl his lips take on after a moment.

You shake your head. It's all you can do.

"No?" His brows shoot up. "Man. I mean, Dean's a looker, sure, if you can get through all that flannel."

You shake your head again. You don't know why. You should just let him assume what he wants so he can be on his way, but you feel compelled to play whatever game he's started.

His affect flattens. "Oh, honey, please don't tell me you're fucking my little brother." He shakes his head as if disappointed. "And here I thought you had better taste than that."

His remark renders you more speechless than if he had threatened to snap all your insides to the outside of you, and you’re unable to do anything but blink.

"Doesn't matter," he says with the wave of his hand, pushing off from the book shelf. "All three of them took my son from me.”

His eyes flick up to you, predatory smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Now I’m going to take something from them.”

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winchester-purgatory · 4 years

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Doomed | Dean Winchester (2/5 part 1)

Her first night at the bunker wasn’t as glamorous as Cordelia had hoped. The mattress was hard, the room cold and there was this constant - and very annoying - buzzing noise from the always-going air circulators. She had been tempted to turn them off with one snap of her fingers, but it would’ve rapidly made the bunker feel stuffy.

Finishing with a coat of lipstick, the redhead stood from the bed and smoothed her dress before walking out of her assigned bedroom. She followed the voices coming from down the hall and walked through the wooden door frame that led to the kitchen, finding both Winchesters.

Dean looked up as she entered, the clicking of her shoes selling her presence. ‘’How are you not hungover?'' he asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee. ''You drank all of the bottle.’’

‘’Not all…’’ The blond gave her a look and she rolled her eyes. ‘’Witch’s brew,’’ she explained, crossing the concrete floor and joining Dean behind the counter. ''May I?''

Dean gave her the carafe, just enough left in it, and joined his brother at the table with his coffee, waiting for his toasts to pop from the toaster. He usually counted on Sam to make him eggs and bacon, but he hadn’t offered this morning so, toast it was.

‘’Found anything, yet?’’ Dean asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

Sam shrugged, laptop opened in front of him, doing some type of research. ‘’Possible shifter in Illinois, but Garth is on it.’’

‘’Anything else?’’

‘’You’re looking for a case? What about my mother? And, Lucifer? You’re giving up?’’ Cordelia asked, belligerent.

‘’We’re putting it aside, for now,’’ Sam corrected, trying to remain calm despite the redhead’s tone. ‘’I know we need to find Rowena, but we don’t have any lead on where she could be at the moment. Crowley and his demons are looking for her as we speak. He’ll call us when he finds her. For now, all we can do is wait.’’

Wait? Cordelia huffed. Easy to say when you’re not the one who’s getting married to Lucifer...

Into the evening, Cordelia decided to do some exploring to pass time. There wasn't much else to do inside the bunker, being first and foremost a safe place, not a house. She pushed open a door and climbed some stairs, revealing a room filled with old cars and a few motorcycles. A sort of garage.

She walked through the large room, admiring the perfectly aligned cars, noticing how none of these models were from the current century. She didn’t know much about cars, but Cordelia had been alive longer enough to recognize some of the models.

A noise of metal hitting the floor echoed through the room, catching the redhead’s attention. She looked around, alert, ready to use her magic on whoever was hiding in here.

Lucifer?

Cordelia's blood ran cold at the mere idea of him being here. The chances of him knowing where she was hiding were very small, but it was still a possibility.

A familiar black car was parked at the far end of the garage with its hood up as someone was leaning into it, working on the mechanic.

Her defence instincts calmed down, no longer feeling a threat. She coughed, grabbing the blond's attention. ''Something wrong with the car?'' she asked, her voice echoing through the garage.

Dean shook his head, shutting the hood. ''Just doing a check up.''

Cordelia hummed. ''Are all these cars yours?''

‘’No. Only this one,’’ he pointed at the black Impala, a smug smile on his lips, ‘’Or, as I like to call it, my pride and joy.’’

‘’A car?’’ she said with a hint of mockery, not understanding how a car could be someone's pride and joy. It’s just...an object.

‘’It’s not just a car,’’ Dean defended. ‘’Baby isn’t just a car. This was my dad’s car and he passed it on to me. My brother and I have been conceived and grew up in that same car. I learned to drive in this car. We travelled the country in it. Hell, I spend more time in this car than any other places. This car is...home.’’

It sounded absurd and idiotic to associate a vehicle with the feeling of home, but, somehow, Cordelia was fascinated by Dean’s story behind the car. How he gave a whole story to an object.

‘’I thought the bunker was your home?’’

‘’Yeah, but home doesn’t always have to be a house. The idea of home is relative and can change from people to another. What I consider home might not be the same for you. No matter where I reside, Baby will always be my first home. I’ve lived at the bunker for less than two years, while I’ve spent my life in that car.’’

Dean’s speech brought Cordelia into a deep thinking. What was her home? Since she was a child, Cordelia never had a permanent place to live. She and Rowena had been on the run, squatting in abandoned apartments and houses, hiding from the Grand Coven during her whole childhood. It wasn't until she joined the Coven that she finally found a place were she felt safe, a place she wouldn't have to run from, a place where she belonged.

‘’The Coven was my home,’’

To her, the Coven was more than a gathering of witches. Those witches were her sisters of magic. Unfortunately it all turned to dust after being exiled. Her sisters were now forbidden to contact her due to her betrayal. She was completely cut off from the magic world - except for her powers.

Dean flashed her a short sympathetic smile, pushing aside his personal hatred for witches and showing compassion for Cordelia’s loss. He had come across a handful of witches in the past, but, despite her haughty attitude, Cordelia had nothing of a wicked witch. She had been under their roof for a whole day and hadn't tried to hex them - yet - which was good. Maybe Dean had been wrong for putting all of them in the same bag.

‘’Wanna go for a ride? Sam’s busy with his books, doing intellectual things.’’

After living here for over a year, Dean quickly got to know the best places in Lebanon. The best burger place, the best liquor store - he needed his whiskey - and, lastly, the best bars.

The place had a classic, old vibe to it and Dean loved it. They had a pool table and Dean was anticipating the moment he'd teach Cordelia how to play, using his pool skills to impress her, but tables turned when she picked up the cue and he was the one who was impressed. She could play.

Dean reached for his glass of whiskey, taking a sip. ''I have to admit, I'm impressed. Most girls can't hit a ball on their first night, let alone score three in a row.''

''I’ve been on the earth for far longer than you, Winchester. A woman needs to entertain herself,'' Cordelia explained, taking another shot but missing the hole, hitting the border instead. ''Your turn.''

She had two balls left and Dean had three, it was close.

Dean picked his cue and bent, visioning his shoot and succeeding, pocketing the blue ball. ''Yes!'' he whistled, a fierce grin on his lips. ''We're even now.''

Cordelia passed in front of Dean and smirked, placing herself on the right side of the table and shooting. She hit the orange ball and brushed Dean's red one. The way she was leaning on the table gave Dean the perfect angle for a view, his green eyes going down from the sheer, lacy sleeves of Cordelia's dress to the slit on her thigh.

Those damn witches. Dean bit his lip, fighting the temptations and effects Cordelia had on him. Getting involved with a witch had gotten him in nasty situations in the past, but looking won't hurt. Right?

''Where did your lucky hand go? You missed your last two shots,'' Dean teased with an amused smirk.

Rolling her eyes, Cordelia deposited her cue on the nearby table where their drinks were, downing the last of her drink, ice clinking at the bottom. ''I'm gonna get another one. This scotch tastes like water. Nothing like the real thing.’’ Cordelia wrinkled her nose. How dare Americans call that scotch? ‘’Don't cheat while I’m gone,'' she warned, pointing an accusing finger at Dean.

''Won't need to. I'm confident about my skills.''

''Afraid to get your ass kicked by a woman, uh?'' the redhead taunted.

Dean laughed as he watched her leave, studying the table before going in for his shot. He poached himself and was tempted to pull the white ball out while Cordelia was gone, but didn't.

Glancing ahead in the bar's direction, he spotted Cordelia waiting and making conversation with the barman who was clearly trying to flirt - and failing grandly. It was amusing to watch, the man having no chances with the redhead witch.

Since they had arrived, the barman hadn't stopped staring at Cordelia which irritated Dean. As the bar's owner, he should have some respect for his clients - more so women. He better watch out. If she catches him looking down her decolleté, a hex bag is so quickly slipped inside a pocket...

When the two returned from the bar, Sam was in the library, a book open in front of him, reading something that could be helpful in the future. It was almost 2am, but the brunet insisted on waiting for them, needing to knock some sense into his brother because, sometimes, older doesn’t mean wiser.

‘’Had a good night?’’ Sam asked, catching the two inebriated ones the second they made it in.

‘’We did.’’

Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean, watching as he descended the staircase, Cordelia on his heels, her manicured hand holding onto the railing as she walked down.

‘’You should’ve come along,’’ Dean said, car keys still in hand. ‘’She’s impressive at pool. Even beat me once!’’

‘’Twice,’’ Cordelia corrected.

Sam raised an eyebrow. ‘’I thought you were invincible at pool?’’

Dean shrugged. ‘’Blame it on the whiskey.’’

‘’Yeah, I can smell it from here...’’ Sam pointed, a pinch of disapproval in his voice.

A frown crease on Dean’s forehead. Sam hadn't told Dean off about his drinking habit since he was a boy and started stealing beers from Bobby or their dad's stash. He knew that he didn't approve of him downing so much alcohol so regularly, but Sam never had a problem with him drinking. Or, if he had, he never voiced it. Why was he suddenly sounding like it was one?

The blond sighed, not feeling like playing guessing games or listening to Sam turning around the pot, just wanting to go wash up and crash on his bed. ‘’If you have something to say, just say it.’’

‘’How can you be so irresponsible? I'm not talking about the drinking. It's going to the bar with her. You could've very well drank whiskey here instead of parading in town in plain sight and risking her cover. I thought we agreed on helping Cordelia and protect her from Lucifer, but you did the exact opposite.'''

‘’She needed fresh air. You should have some too,’’ Dean suggested, walking past the table. ‘’Maybe you’d be less of a grumpy old man if you didn’t have your nose stuck into old books all the time.’’

‘’She’s wanted by Lucifer, Dean!’’ Sam reminded his brother. ‘’She can't wander around town with you and go to bars. What if one of Lucifer’s minions sees her in town with you and tell their boss? They’ll come straight to the bunker and it isn’t arcangels-proof. I get that your intentions weren’t bad, but we can’t assure her safety if you are being reckless.’’

‘’You know, I can hear you when you talk about me.’’

‘’And that goes to the both of you,’’ Sam added. He glanced at Cordelia. ‘’I know we agreed to help you, but you can’t do whatever you please either. You need to stay hidden in the bunker. I know it sucks, but it’s the only solution we have for now.’’

Cordelia huffed, her temper filtering through her slightly slurred words. ‘’I’m not taking orders from anyone.’’

‘’Little reminder, you’re the one who asked us for help.’’

#dean winchester #dean winchester fic #supernatural #spn #supernatural fam #dean winchester x oc #doomed

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 4 years

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New season...incoming!

Iruma-kun 13

How did Iruma even notice that collar? Geesh, that kid is perceptive…

This “spitting blood” joke is getting old already…

*Kiriwo starts his machine* - Why do I get the feeling something bad’s about to happen…?

Could you possibly call this “rank is the most important thing” a study of class consciousness, to throw some of Anime Feminist’s words? Or maybe this is a fantasy version of technology and it’s extolling the virtues of technology advancement?! *eyes sparkle*

Can Iruma join Kiriwo already? Please?!

Aw, dear darling! (<- I’m not sure if I’ve said that a lot in these notes, but I say that when I get the warm fuzzies and wanna protect a character…basically, platonic love, I guess…? Oh, “moe instinct” - that’s the words I’m looking for.) Iruma, go and live your best life, okay?

Thank you, story! Even though I knew it was being foreshadowed so heavily by being the focus of basically 24 minutes of this show’s runtime (= about 1 ep), I thank you from the bottom of my heart that Iruma went to the right Battler.

Wait, so Ameri is actually Iruma’s senpai by one year?! Hmm? I never realised that and I read some spoilers!

I like this new chibi animation style! Yay!

I never noticed this until now, but Kiriwo has one big horn and one little one.

I think the title, aside from the pronunciation of “Thirteen Dinner”, is meant to mean “The Thirteen Counts’ Gathering” (or some other high rank) or something of the sort. Update: So I checked and the character used, kanmuri/kan, is used to mean “crown” or someone who wears a crown, i.e. a peerless person, so it would be appropriate to translate that using the term for a high rank which is presumably going to be stated in the segment itself.

Turns out Babel…is just makaitou (the demon world tower). I don’t think it’s really Babylonian in any strict sense.

Depending on where you live, the 665th floor could count as the 666th or…well, the 665th. I know in Japanese, the word for the floor on the ground is ikkai (first floor)…I’m not going to tell you what I know it as though…that would reveal my location outside cyberspace, no?

According to the katakana, the guy’s name is Beruzebyuto (hence the translation as “Beelzebuth”). Beelzebub is the Lord of the Flies and a quick google tells me Beelzebul (close enough) was apparently an alternate spelling for him (or something like that…?). Patron demon of gluttony.

Astaroth, also a demon (king of rot, I think it was from Blue Exorcist)…interestingly, Beelzebub, Lucifer and Astaroth make up an unholy trio and all of them were referred to by a dude called...Solomon (which does kinda sound like “Sullivan”, if you think about it). There’s the connection between these guys…I like his top, too.

Asmodeus, patron demon of lust. We already knew that demon was represented through Azz-Azz, but now you see a spoiler I’ve been hiding for a while – Azz’s mother.

Amaimon…uh, I don’t remember what kind of demon he is in the demonic canon but I know him from Blue Exorcist.

Behemoth…?

Ooh, Ameri’s father is smokin’ hot! (Dangit, I do not want DILFs…) Azazel, a fallen angel and apparently personification of uncleanliness(…?)

Belial and (Lady) Leviathan, which we already knew existed from initial namedrops.

Who’s Baal? Even I have no idea…Update: Apparently he’s a Middle Eastern equivalent to Zeus, which explains his thunder allegiance.

Paimon kinda looks like Chaika, LOL.

LOL, “lifehack” is certainly the right word for it, Sullivan.

LOL, Belial is so short!

Although it’s kind of awkward to not see Lady Levi take a position of power for herself, it’s nice to see she has spirit!

Aw, this is cute. In much the same way I wanted Iruma to join the magical apparatus Battler, I want Sullivan to be Demon King.

Is Opera perhaps related to Ameri somehow…?

Somali 1

I was hoping to get to Plunderer, but got carried away writing another post and then lost the ability to watch both episode 1 and 2 ahead of schedule. So Somali is the new start of the season, but the last relic of the fact Plunderer was meant to start my season (outside ID: Invaded’s advance premiere) is the visual I have for this season. (Oh yeah, one of the reasons I’m supporting this – aside from it being a mid-ranker on my hype list – is that I heard a French animator, a friend of Thomas Romain, is getting his big start here.)

“Dad.” – Oh, f***. I have myself an Usagi Drop. I knew I was going to get something of the sort going into this show, but…Usagi Drop’s experiences (or rather, watching the anime knowing the manga has that ending) have left their mark. Not to mention Somali (as this girl will come to be known) has Latina eyes, which annoys me even more since I dropped that on the basis of being scarred by Usagi Drop.

I’m wondering what Crunchyroll was thinking when they decided to coproduce this – sure, it’s probably quite cute and wholesome, but I’m far from the target audience. Did they think, “Is this what Western audiences will like?” Sure, it would hit a niche that likes this surrogate father/daughter stuff, but I don’t think it’s for me (and I’ve been thinking that all through the OP). I’ll give it a bit more to wow me, but it’s doing pretty terrible so far (because note all other anime of this particular reputation I’m more on the “neutral” side than the “like” one). Somali’s voice is probably the biggest factor – it sounds like an adult woman’s voice got pitch-shifted to attempt to be a child, rather than an actual child.

How can this golem talk about sight when he doesn’t even have eyes??? (Kinda like Juzo from NGL.)

Alright, that’s it. I can see when you’re trying to bait me with supposedly “cute” children, show. You’re gone.

Okay, since I have time and the reviews say otherwise, I’m trying again. I don’t expect to be sold to this though…

Was it just me or was there a reduced frame rate when Somali’s cape was the only thing in the frame…?

For some reason the subbers put “Why?” when the word was actually “What?”, which is a bit silly to be honest with you. (Nande?/Doushite? vs. Nani?...it’s kind of similar-sounding, but the sound is distinctly different.)

Still dropping this show. I just have another episode to add to my list now.

Magia Record 1

I heard there’s no Urobutcher this time around, but the first time I encountered the Urobutcher (in ConRevo) he made a particularly weird-feeling (in the context of the show) episode, so…uh…let’s say the Urobutcher is only as good as the material he writes, and leave it at that. Anyways, this topped my list – even before ID: Invaded came to hunt down that top position – so this better be good.

Um, am I just imagining it, or is that Sayaka and Hitomi discussing magical girls (or Madoka?) over the top of Iroha (I know that’s her name already from the synopses floating around the ‘net) and her fellow magical girls fighting?

Letterboxing? Now there’s something I thought I’d never see in Madoka Magica, ever.

One of the books was on organic recipes.

The teacher talks a tad too fast – I can understand what she’s saying, but it’s like she operates on x1.5 speed compared to the x1 speed of everything else…

“Nakama – because we can do it” – I wonder if that will mean something later…? In Madoka Magica, strange details always mean something.

“The only good witch is a dead one!” “Speech is silver, silence is golden.”– The tiny English isn’t particularly subtle, is it?

Uwasa = rumour.

Takarazaki, huh? I’ll make a note of that.

Who’s Ui?

According to the credits, I assume the blue spear girl is Nanami Yachiyo.

This is a respectable re-entry into a universe which I left not too long ago (in 2017). I’m definitely going to be able to stick with it for a season or however long it lasts.

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All this talk about a database…reminds me of the Quirk I designed for the wiki (also called “Database”). I conceived it in 2015, but I don’t remember who was meant to use it before I retrofitted it to fit the BnHA universe. Update: Welp, I found the document. The superpower Database (which was retrofitted to be a Quirk) is for one Itsuki Hatano.

“One blow to the top of the head!”

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(Note: Some notes may be missing because I was busy multitasking while watching this episode.)

Go, Iruma! Live your best life!

Note “speak of the devil” isn’t how it’s said in Japanese. It sounds something like “whisper a rumour and it will come back to you” based on what I heard Kiriwo say (since I heard the word uwasa in there). Update: Apparently the phrase is uwasa wo sureba… (if you spead a rumour…) and then you cut the saying off to finish the rest of the sentence, just like you would in English.

You can’t even see a substantial part of Iruma’s hair when that demon on the phone (<-I know who it is, because I read spoilers, but I’ll keep quiet on that front!) yells for the first time.

Makura (demon pillow) has that demon pun going on.

Ooh, Kiriwo-senpai is actully kinda sexy with his hair up like that…not that I know the first thing about sex appeal…

So is the ED about the Battler Party, in a sense?

Eizouken 1

I picked this show up because of the rave reviews it was getting.

Very Future Boy Conan, that.

…what? That OP was trippy. Then again, I didn’t mind ConRevo and that was trippy…this negative feeling is probably because I don’t know much about Masaki Yuasa’s quirks, I guess.

Why do people not translate “Eizouken”???? It means “video research club”.

The back is a good spot to sit in a theatre for anime. Why do I know this? I sit in the back of my anime club all the time, that’s why!

“Are those MiBs?” – I laughed pretty hard at that one sentence.

Why does this strawberry milk seem to be a parallel to the milk Asakusa promised Kanamori? (P.S. Asakusa is in Tokyo, IIRC.) Update: Mizusaki means “on top of water” if I understood the kanji right and Kanamori, with the right combo of characters, can mean “forest of gold”...which makes a lot of sense, considering how gold is equated with wealth and currency. Also, here’s proof Asakusa is in Tokyo...not to mention it’s the place from Sarazanmai! Meanwhile, I was thinking there was some sort of anime-related significance to the name, but I was thinking of Asagaya. Update 2: Mizusaki actually means “water peninsula”. Sorry, wrong saki.

I know there’s a chase scene at the end of this ep, thanks to reading reviews. I want to be wowed by it, which is why I’m (metaphorically) holding my breath.

I like how Asakusa and Mizusaki are bouncing around ideas. That really brings the process to life.

Long skirts and wind but no sexualisation. That’s a good sign!

Whoa, that scene with the comets was AWESOME! I want more!

Idolish7 s2 1

Back with some good boys one season too early…let’s have some fun while these simulcasters can get this stuff fast!

Oh no! (<- self-censored) Nagi’s stupid accent is back! *yells incoherently for a second*

I like the little sound effects that happened whe Nagi’s finger moved around (to suggest “magic”).

I think the joke was something to do with the word gera (?). I don’t quite get it myself.

Misuta- Shimooka, LOL. I love how this s2 isn’t doing any hand-holding, though! I half-expect a flashback to appear and it never does.

Yamato, how are you so-*crying and Yatta! can be heard in the background*Okay, nevvvvvvvvvver mind…

I remember mistakenly saying that Nishiyama was part of Idolish7 (since I looked through some of my old notes lately). Nishiyama is part of ZOOL, so now…I’m not wrong anymore…(That’s not quite relevant to the random announcement of Re:Vale showing up, but it’s on my mind now.)

Hmm…Yamato’s thoughts on Re:Vale…I’ll keep an eye on him.

I think people like Tamaki because he treats them like he would his little sister…a true gentleman. Or maybe that’s all in my head? I haven’t been in the fandom properly, y’know.

This switch to occasional chibi antics…I’m not sure I like it…

Ohmyglob! Another boy to add to my growing list of husbandos! *points at Yuki* I knew he existed, but I haven’t had a proper chance to have a reaction to him ever since I started really “having a thing” for long-haired guys.

Re:Vale are like a comic act (manzai).

Momo has pink nail polish…I just noticed. Update: It’s probably more red than pink.

“Chan-momo” appears to be a variety of modern slang similar to Pig Latin. Apparently Gen from Dr Stone uses it as well.

Yuki has these cute little diamond earrings and Momo has studs. I’ve also never noticed this until now. (I, myself, can’t wear anything past clip-ons because I have a genetic quirk that makes it annoying to get my ears pierced, called beta thalassemia, so I can only fangirl about other people’s earrings.)

What’s the FSC again…?

Kyu-to aidoru!

I think Momo and Yuki are going to reach out to Mitsuki and Tamaki (respectively) most this season…just a feeling, based on their dispositions. Tamaki and Yuki have similar faces, on top of that, so thank goodness we can tell them apart by hairstyle.

Yuki wears this steel blue shade of nail polish…ooh, also cute.

*Riku goes stiff-faced* - *audibly facepalms at Riku’s reaction*

Momo has a black and green earring set on one ear…huh.

Ooh, very nice. It’s a keeper.

Update: Apparently, you pronounce their name “Re:ba-re”, which is a bit different to what I was expecting (essentially “Re: veil”).

#simulcast commentary #mairimashita! iruma-kun #Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun #boku no hero academia #My Hero Academia #Idolish7 #Chesarka watches BnHA #Chesarka watches MI-k #Chesarka watches Idolish7 #Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!#Eizouken ni wa Te wo Dasu na!#somali and the forest spirit #Somali to Mori no Kamisama #Idolish7 Second Beat!#Magia Record #magia record: puella magi madoka magica side story #Chesarka watches Magia Record #Chesarka watches Eizouken

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tricksterreformed-a · 5 years

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v1: MAIN

My main verse for Gabriel is set after his s13 death where he’s back from the dead (for real this time!)

Set before the end of the series.

He didn’t actually annoy the Empty into letting him out (it was a little more complicated than that) but he’s content to let people think that because it fits with his brand.

He also didn’t dramatically announce his return to the land of the living, and instead quietly went back to doing what he’d always done...

Basically the main verse has Gabriel back on his bullshit, trying to take the skillset he feels he’s best at (the Trickster skills) and turn those tools into something angelic.

It’s a softer version of his old bullshit.

Posts without a specialized tag are part of the main verse.

FC is Richard Speight Jr.

v2: A LONG TIME AGO, JUST OUTSIDE THE GARDEN

Anything pre-trickster days falls into this category.

Mainly consists of highfalutin archangel bullshit before Lucifers fall, and the journey to Gabriel getting a job.

He’s basically just a kid who ran away to join the circus... successfully.

If you’d ever like to jump in and start a thread with a very young Archangel who’s still not sure what exactly he’s going to do about everything but who knows he’s going to do something just let me know.

The general tag is v once upon a time later.

FC is Sibel Kekilli or Rose Leslie depending on what I’m doing.

Other FCs will be added as I map out the weird journey that got Gabriel to Loki.

If you’re curious about the pronoun stuff I’m doing I tried my best to spell it out here.

v3: THE TRICKSTER

Set at any time between when Gabriel went into “witness protection” and when he started bumping into the Winchesters.

Most of my ideas for this fall into two categories: 1. Anyone hunting him or just trying to track him down. 2. A non-hunter walking up to him and asking him what the fuck he’s doing because sir?? you don’t actually work here? ? ? The paperwork says you’ve been here for 4 years but that can’t be right???

But please hit me up of you have any other/better ideas.

My tag for this one is v the trickster pre reform.

FC is Richard Speight Jr.

v4: NEWLY HUMAN AND STRANGELY LITERAL

Or: In Which Gabriel Makes a Choice and Becomes Human.

The short version is: If given the choice between eternal isolation in Heaven and powerless freedom on Earth Gabriel would choose the latter.

But like... without stopping to think it through.

Basically a hot mess with no powers.

Details avalible upon request.

The tag for this one will be v i have finesse coming out of my bottom.

FC will be the usual guy.

v5: END OF THE ROAD

Or: the post-series one.

Which is easier to write for a character who was already dead when the series ended, go figure.

The universe is under new management, but maybe there’s a little room for the old guard to help ease the transition.

Not that Gabriel is particularly helpful.

It’s not a malicious thing, but when he was offered a say in the managing of Heaven he declined, because he will always be his Father’s son and he doesn’t want any of that mixed into the new thing, which seems neat (not his thing but neat).

So he went back to Earth (which is very much his thing) and got back to work, trying to soften his old Trickster schtick.

Much like in v1.

But he’s a little more open to giving advice and being hands on, should the new management request he do so.

Tag is v take a left here it’s not over yet and FC might be Wilmer Valderrama. I’m considering....

v6: THE GRASSLANDS ARE ENDLESS AND SUMMER SINGS ON

Or: The High Fantasy One.

aka a DnD AU.

Details can be found here.

Basically it’s Bard bullshit.

This tag’s a doozy y’all get ready, v The future changes as we stand here else we are the game pieces of the gods not their heirs as we have been promised.

FC is the usualy guy and sometimes faceless Iain Glen

v7: CLOSED VERSE ; NEPHIL SURPRISE

A verse specifically for the timeline in which Gabriel and @heartsurpluss‘s Rowena accidentally make themselves a very dangerous baby

Tag is v a halo and a human soul and anyone is free to comment on the goings on in this verse

But some plotting will be required if you really want to get in on it

MISC

I’m also open to doing temporary/test AUs.

Or just genre based writing.

Tag is v temporary AU.

#used car salesman aesthetic verse page

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pinknerdpanda · 6 years

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Heaven Sent - Part 4

Word Count: 2,002

Characters: Y/n, Castiel, Dean, Sam, Chuck, Arabella (OFC)

Warnings: Snark, Heaven-Induced Insanity, Language, Angst if you squint, Canon-Divergence

A/N: This is Part 4 of a mini-series I wrote for @ellen-reincarnated1967’s “Andi’s Back in the Game” challenge. Beta’d by @hannahindie and @wheresthekillswitch who also helped me to brainstorm and nail down exactly where I wanted to go. Thank you both so very much!

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I must be one. It is my job. I must perform the duties I was created for and assigned to accomplish - not out of obligation, but because that is who I am. I can save a dozen kids from unnecessary ER visits or even 100 young girls from being attacked, but if Lucifer rises and destroys the earth, none of it matters. As much as I hate to admit it, Dean was right. But mark my words, I would rather die than let him hear me admit that. Those two idiots are the key to stopping the apocalypse and I have no idea where they are, but I have an idea of who might.

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Part 4

Y/N

The names of the prophets of God - past, present and future - are ingrained in the minds of every angel. Luckily the name ‘Chuck Shurley’ isn’t terribly common and I found his address quickly. The journey wasn’t long by bus and the next day I found myself hesitantly approaching a dark house with overgrown bushes and patches of dry, dead grass for a yard. What if this wasn’t the right Chuck Shurley and frankly, how would I find out? “Hello Mr. Shurley, my name is y/n, former angel. Do you have a minute to talk about our Lord and the plans he has for you?”

Just as I decide it’s worth the shot and raise my hand to knock, I hear two familiar voices and one I don’t recognize. Bingo.

“Look, Chuck do you know where Sam is or not?” Dean’s tone is urgent.

“Yes. This is all wrong. This...” the unfamiliar voice is high and scared sounding. Castiel’s commanding tone cuts him off. I barge in, unannounced and unwelcome.

“Found it,” Cas is holding up a sheaf of papers and Dean snatches them from his hand and starts rifling through them. He freezes mid-shuffle and stares at me.

“Y/n?” Cas squints at me before glancing back at the shorter, bearded man who shrugs.

“Castiel? Dean? What’s happening?” The atmosphere is tense and I feel like my presence is an unwelcome intrusion.

“Thought you didn’t care?” Dean glares at me before continuing to search through the papers in his hands.

“Turns out I was wrong? Where’s your brother?”

“That’s the million dollar question,” Dean mumbles without looking up.

“Uh, excuse me? Who is she?” the man I assume to be Chuck cranes over Castiel’s shoulder.

“Hi. Y/n. Former angel. Looking for these two. Nice to meet you, Chuck,” I turn back to Dean.

“Sam thinks he can stop the final seal from breaking by killing Lilith. Turns out, that is the final seal,” Dean fumbles with the last page. “St. Mary's? What is that, a convent?”

“Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. And you,” Chuck points at me. “You're not in this story.”

“Yeah, well...We're making it up as we go,” Castiel glances at me before turning back to Chuck.

“What? Castiel, you mean you’re not blindly following the orders of your superiors?” I know it sounds like I’m mocking him, but truly I’m shocked. I’d heard of angels choosing free-will over destiny, but I would never have dreamed Castiel possible of such a choice. Just as he opens his mouth to retort, the earth under our feet begins shaking. Hot, white light - immense and powerful - begins seeping into the room from every direction.

“Aw, man! Not again! No!” Chuck groans petulantly.

“It’s the Archangel. I'll hold him off!” Cas shouts over the groaning of the house as it sways.

“I can help you!” I shout back.

“No, they will just kill you. You help Dean. I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!” Castiel smacks his hands on Dean and I’s forehead.

The force of being unexpectedly transported from the quaking room to the eerily quiet convent is explosive and painful and my mind is swimming as my knees hit the hard, stone floor. I can hear Dean’s rapid footsteps grow farther away, but the pounding in my head makes it hard to focus on anything at the moment.

When I am finally able to get my bearings, I glance around. Dean is long gone and while I can hear the sound of shouting, the acoustics of the stone walls, ceilings and floors makes it hard to pinpoint the direction they are coming from.

The halls are like an annoyingly intricate labyrinth as I weave through abandoned hallways and rows of empty classrooms. I pause, straining to hear any sign that I am moving in the right direction, only to hear the sound of voices are further away than before. Dammit. Behind me, what I am guessing is a large, wooden door slams shut and a hysterical bellowing noise echos around me. I run as fast as I can in the direction from where I’d just begun.

“Dean?” My voice sounds shaky and hollow. “Sam?”

As I round the last corner, I feel the earth begin to quiver yet again. It feels as though every stone around me is being dislodged and using me for target practice. At the far end of the hall, I can see the darkened silhouettes of Sam and Dean, as a blazing white light rises up in front of them before consuming their forms altogether. The door slams shut with such intensity a large crack begins to creep upward from the top of the frame before spider-webbing into a thousand fragments.

The sound of rushing wind on the highest mountain on the coldest day of the year, is incomparable to the fury being unleashed on the other side of this door. The final seal has been broken. Lucifer is rising. I shove my shoulder hard against the wood, with no effect. Sam and Dean are locked inside and if I can’t get this door open soon, the magnitude of the power emanating from the center of that light at this moment will likely kill them. Or they survive and then Lucifer devours them both. Either way, bad times.

I direct my angelic senses to the outer boundaries of my body, looking for a way in. Grace explodes from my body with a flash of light as the door bursts open. I can feel myself fading as relief floods my body and I rush forward toward Sam and Dean. I slap a hand on the backs of their heads, thrusting the last of my grace into them. They disappear in a flare of blue light just before the chaos is replaced with a sudden and gut wrenching silence and the world goes dark.

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“She lives. Will wonders never cease?”

The loud, haughty voice jars me awake and I jerk upright in shock. I feel the panic beginning to rise in my throat as I look around the sterile room. Arabella’s wide, snide eyes are studying me carefully as my gaze finds hers.

“How did...” My voice is a rasp and my ears are ringing. A brief moment of lucidity gives way to a hysterical current of fear. “Sam and Dean? Are they…”

“You saved them, y/n. You expelled the last of your power to do so, but they are safe.” Arabella crosses her arms over her chest and steps closer to the edge of the bed.

I feel some of the tension melt from my body. I’d done it. My thoughts swim between relief and confusion. “How did I get here?”

“We saw what you did, how you risked your life to save, not only one human for whom you’d been previously responsible for, but his brother in addition,” her voice is as flat and monotonous as ever, but I sense the faintest glimmer of pride at her words. “We make it a point to reward those who go over and beyond their duties.”

Reward? What could she mean? The idea that I could be rejoining the ranks of my brothers and sisters and...“Castiel!” his face flashes in my mind’s eye as the panic returns. “Where’s Castiel?”

I don’t miss the eye-roll that Arabella tries to suppress as she clears her throat. “I’m afraid Castiel…” she pauses, “he did not survive the encounter with the archangel.”

I’ve not cried before. The whole process of someone being so overcome with emotion that it eventually forces its way out in the form of thick, wet tears is completely foreign to me. I’ve seen it hundreds of times - even Dean has let a single, sad little tear trail down his cheek a time or two - but I’ve never once been able to completely comprehend it.

However as the reality of her words and the callousness of her tone sets in, a tumultuous wave of grief and sadness roars through my body and without permission or warning, the flood of tears overtakes me. I can feel Arabella’s indignant gaze on me and somewhere between the embarrassingly violent sobs that wrack my body, I think I hear her sigh. But I don’t care. Despite everything that has happened in the last year - the fallout from Dean’s deal, Castiel rescuing him from hell, the actual apocalypse - the one constant in my life, whether visible or not, has been Castiel. Even when I was rotting and forgotten in that hell-hole of a cell for who-knows-how-long, a part of me knew that Castiel was still alive; that if push came to shove, he would be there. The magnitude of his loss weighed on my shoulders like a palpable mass.

Even his last words to me “I’ll hold them off. Just help Sam.” He’d sacrificed himself so that Dean and I could stop Sam and we’d failed...I’d failed. His death was in vain and it was my fault. And what of the Winchesters? What would they do without him in their midst? From the time I’d spent as an invisible companion, always following Dean to keep him out of harm’s way...mostly...I’d known them to be reckless and somewhat irresponsible. But with Castiel? His presence had seemed to give them some measure of order; perspective.

Distantly I register the sound of Arabella clearing her throat, irritatedly. While the tears still flow freely from my eyes, the overwhelming sense of loss is slowly being overtaken by a numbness that begins to saturate every atom of my being. Finally I fall silent except for the occasional sniffs as I work to regain my composure.

“As I was saying,” Arabella smiles that same painted on smile I’ve come to determine is her trademark, “As a reward for your noble and commendable act of bravery and dedication to the assignment you have been delegated, we are prepared to reinstate your grace in full and offer you a significant promotion to Master Guardian, Defender, third class.”

“What?” My voice is a harsh rasp.

“Well, y/n, not only were you successful in preserving Michael’s vessel, you saved Lucifer’s vessel as well. And now that the seals have been broken...well,” Her smirk is disconcerting. “Things are all as they should be. Upper management will be pleased to see their plans working out more smoothly than they’d anticipated.”

I rub at the dampness under my eyes as I consider her offer. This whole thing...this whole mess...this was their fault. The only reason they’d wanted me to look after Dean in the first place was because they’d wanted to start the apocalypse.

“No.”

“I beg your pardon?” Arabella lifts a perfectly manicured eyebrow, the only visible indication of the challenge in her tone.

“Pardon me, I would respectfully decline your offer,” I pause and smile, a sudden thought sparking to life, “in exchange for another.”

“I’m sorry, this is not a negoti…”

“I mean, if you want me to clue in all of your little minions here and abroad that all these talks of ‘plans’ and ‘destiny’ have little to do with God’s wishes and are actually centered around management’s desire to shake things up a bit….” I trail off, cocking my head to one side and staring unblinkingly at her. She returns my look with a glare before narrowing her eyes at me.

“What do you want?”

“Restore Castiel…”

She snorts a laugh, an oddly ominous sound from her.

“Restore. Castiel,” I say through gritted teeth, “with his original vessel. Instead.”

“You do realize that as it stands right now, your grace is completely diminished and if you do return to Earth, you will be forced to live as a mortal?” I nod once. Arabella’s gaze feels like it’s boring daggers into my skull. “You would rather resurrect the wayward Winchester guard dog, then save your own life? That’s insane. ”

“Well, it’s been said that insanity has its advantages.”

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Part Four: Y/N Doesn’t Live Here Anymore. (Two Minutes to Midnight S05E21)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader confront Pestilence, but when he unleashes a deadly virus upon them, a very weak Castiel must intervene on their behalf. When reader has a meeting with Death to discuss Lucifer, an unholy alliance is formed at a very high price for the reader and her chances of saving herself from becoming a demon. Warnings: Mentions of violence, forced blood drinking, angst, Demon!Reader, Lucifer!Reader. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 9,554. (SORRY NOT SORRY)

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“And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. It is not surprising, then, if his servants masquerade as servants of righteousness. Their end will correspond to their actions.” – 2 Corinthians 11:14.

You'd made deals with demons and Devils in dirt roads and a forgotten motel rooms. Angels who were smart enough to catch onto your scheme and dragged you to rooms with pure beauty that was intimidating and cold like their hearts. Each time you opened your mouth to try and fix something it resulted in cornering yourself into a position in doing exactly what they wanted. If not, a temporary death would be your consequence. Yesterday afternoon you had a talk with Death himself in a small little pizza parlor nestled in the heart of Chicago, talking about the end of times, and what you could do to stop it. These violent delights have violent ends.

He quoted the play of Romeo and Juliet, two lovers doomed for a fate of their own accord when each of them had been fooled into thinking one of them had killed themselves at the result of not being with one another. Death had said Sam would take the swan dive into the pit because he saw it as the only way to save you. Save you from what, exactly? Not from becoming a demon. But to reverse the actions you would take upon yourself to change into the very thing that you had been fighting for the past three months. Your own personal woes that you had been dealing with perfectly fine with was going to be Sam’s heroic courage to control Lucifer and save the world. As if the guilt he had been carrying around after freeing Lucifer himself wouldn’t be enough.

You brought Death's ring up from the wooden workbench you'd been sitting at for the past hour and to the cloudy morning sky, taking a moment to inspect the silver band. All the horsemens rings were different, and there were very specific instructions about how you needed to place them. Your eyes trailed away from the white stone to your fingernails that'd been neglected proper care for what felt like months now. You clipped and painted them last night to a blood red color that you found sitting in the bottom of your makeup bag that you rarely touched anymore since hunts had been reduced to looking for rings and finding ways to stop the apocalypse. And here it sat in your hands, ready for you to power it up.

Death said the rings had to be formed exactly as so for this to work; you placed Pestilence ring on the top left and Famine's on the opposite right, leaving War's golden band in the middle. You placed down the last ring and began to slowly push it forward, watching as the other two were being dragged without force, like it was a magnetic pull moving them closer together. You quickly moved your hand away and let out a quiet gasp when you felt an electric shock come from the rings when they connected together by the stone placed in the middle of their ring band. Swallowing, your hand reach out ever so cautiously to pull Death’s ring from the stack, the rest of them went back to the position you had them before. You were tempted to do it again for the sake of it, but before you did, you quickly looked up when you heard the sound of a piece of metal scraping against the concrete floors.

A smile forced itself onto the ends of your lips when you saw Bobby heading over to where you had been hiding out for almost an hour. You watched as he did something that he was never able to do months ago after he stabbed himself to keep you and Dean from dying. Funny how you can take something like walking for granted. One day it could be all gone. “So,” You placed your hands on your thighs and directed your gaze over to him. “How’d it go at the Rockettes audition?”

“Well, high kicks—fair. Boobs needs work.” Bobby said. You let out a bit of a quiet chuckle as you slowly looked away from the hunter and to the work that had been keeping you busy and away from the four men you'd been trying to avoid. “I walked up and down stairs all night for no damn reason.”

“I was wondering why you looked more exhausted than usual.” You said. You took a moment to look over his appearance to make sure that he was all right. Out of your natural habit, you gave him a concerned look, wondering if the hunter was getting accustomed to his new abilities that he’d gotten the night before. “You okay?”

“I’m sore, Y/N. Feels so good, I’m scared it’s a dream.” Bobby laughed out. You watched as a smile spread across his lips at what he was able to do. You returned the friendly gesture as you felt happy for him, glad to see that something good came out of a demon deal. Lucky for him, he got the added bonus of going to the pearly gates after Crowley returned his soul. “But then I remember that the world’s dying bloody, so, drink?”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere.” You said, not feeling an ounce of guilt or shame when you twisted off the top to a cold beer Bobby handed over. You took a quick sip of your drink before you put it down next to you. “Want to see something freaky? Check it out.”

You placed the rings to their exact same spots of where they needed to be for this to work properly. Bobby watched as you slowly began to push Death's ring closer to Wars, the other two followed behind, until they all clicked together. The hunter found himself choking on his sip of beer at the sight which took him by surprise at what it did. You raised your brow, knowing what to exactly expect. Bobby reached out a hand to consider touching it, but he could feel some sort of electric vibe radiating off it, making him back away in caution.

"So Death told you how to operate those?" Bobby asked. "The whole deal?"

“Yeah. It’s nuts. Of course, I’ve got bigger problems now.” You said. You reached out to grab the rings off from the table to inspect them for a moment. Your eyes wandered to the hunter when he seemed a little uneasy at hearing your news. “What do you think Death does to people who lie to his face?”

"Nothing good." Bobby said. He sat himself down on the stool across from you, curious to see what kind of trouble you had gotten yourself into now. "What'd you say?"

You hid a scoff underneath your breath from what you were about to say. You looked around the garage to see if you could find anything to distract yourself from the bit of information that you didn't want to say. But, ever so slowly, it weaseled its way out of your mouth and out into the open. "That I was perfectly fine with Sam throwing himself into the pit."

Bobby seemed taken back at the bit of information that you had given him, he thought it more as a prediction for the near future ahead. "So Death thinks he ought to say yes, huh?"

"It's not even the half of it. There's one little detail that I forgot to mention. Someone's holding him back from taking the swan dive. And it's not you, Dean or Cas. It’s me." You bitterly chuckled out, reaching for your beer to take a sip before gathering the courage to mention one more detail. “He said the only way Sam will say yes to Lucifer is if I turn myself into a demon. He thinks that this way, Sam won’t have a choice, it’ll be our only option to saving me. But, I mean, of course he’d say that. He works for Lucifer.”

"Against his will," Bobby pointed out, correcting you from what you had told him last night after arriving back. "I thought he said."

"Well, I'd say, take his sob story with a fat grain of salt. His brothers were a bunch of dicks that were hellbent on me going crazy. You should have seen Famine and what he was able to do. I still have nightmares about what I did.” You moved your voice to a whisper as you looked away for a moment, plagued with memories of Sam sucking down your blood like a starved man. "I mean, he is Death.”

“Exactly. He’s death. Think of the bird's-eye view.” Bobby said, seeming to not share the same skepticism as you had with your fellow horsemen. You furrowed your brow as you gave the man a look to show him you weren't the least bit happy at the kind of conclusion he was slowly drawing himself near. "I'm just saying—"

"Well, don't." You cut him off, not wanting to hear another word of this. "I mean, what happened to you being against this?"

"Look, I'm not saying you or Sam ain't an ass-full of character defects. But..." The older hunter trailed off for a moment, you quickly egged him on, wanting to hear what he had to say. "Back at Niveus? I watched that kid pull one civilian out after another. He must have saved ten people. Never stopped. Never slowed down."

"He's a hunter." You said, shrugging your shoulders. "That's what he's supposed to do."

"We're hard on him, Y/N. Hell, on the both of you. We've always been. But in the meantime...he's been running into burning buildings since he was what, twelve? And you've only been doing this for a couple of years. But you do it like you have your whole life." Bobby said. You dropped your gaze to the table to inspect all the cracks and splinters in the wood. But ever so slowly, you looked up at the hunter when he continued talking. "Look, you two got dealt a nasty hand. I'll admit it, the both of you have a....darkness. I'm not saying you don't."

You could feel your jaw tighten at the conclusion he was slowly drawing near without saying it, so you did it for him. "You think I'm gonna honestly turn to the dark side, huh?"

"Who knows what's ahead of us. But I know you two have got a hell of a lot of good in you." Bobby said. You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh, having to agree about how much was in that man's head of his. All of his actions had been done out of care and love. If he were to jump, it'd be to save someone. "You know Sam will beat the Devil, you'll kick this demon's side ass...or he'll die tryin'. That's the best we could ask for." You tightened your grip around the glass bottle, to the point where you almost became afraid you might shatter it into tiny pieces. Bobby seemed to have sensed your tension. “So, I got to ask you, Y/N. What exactly are you afraid of? Losing? Or losing Sam?”

“You don’t get it. None of you get it.” You muttered underneath your breath, a bitter sounding chuckle escaped your throat as you looked around the garage. You licked your lips and tried your hardest to collect your thoughts that suddenly felt all over the place. All though, right now, you knew the man was getting himself comfortable with the idea of losing Sam. But you weren't if it meant you had to do something you fought so hard to control. “I don't want to have this discussion right now.”

You grabbed the bottle of beer from the table and shoved the keys into your pocket before standing up, contemplating for a moment if you wanted to let Sam do this all on his own and forget about this family for good. You could feel an anger, a hatred to Bobby for what he said. It was as if he thought this was a good idea, using you as some kind of twisted motivation for Sam to kick Satan's ass. You looked away from him and found another spot in the acres of scrap cars. At least with metal, you didn't have to hear them speak and feel even more useless than you ever felt before about a possible future you couldn’t control.

+ + +

There was an old saying you thought about a lot growing up until just a short while ago; being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe if...No, nothing would have stopped this. Your mother wasn't in the wrong mindset when her parents died a few months apart from each other, giving her the courage to leave her hometown behind and quit hunting for good. It wasn't pure coincidence that your father was cured of his soul for a chance at living a normal life, long enough for him to step into that bar where he'd meet the woman who would be the death of him. There was no wrong timing in 1981 when you were brought into this world in a small town located in Lawrence, Kansas. Two years after Dean, and two years before his little brother Sam.

It was enough time for you and the older Winchester to develop a lifelong bond while the two of you were still in your diapers that would rekindle itself when you were in high school when you would see each other again after twelve years apart. with his scrawny little brother who spent days at your house when their father went on hunts he thought were too dangerous for the youngest Winchester. You and Sam spent hours sitting around and talking, getting to see a side of him that he'd never shown anyone before, and developing a bond of your own that helped him into getting accepted into Stanford. Where he'd met a pretty blonde by a friend named Brady who you met once when "Dad went on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." You’d discovered a passion for hunting and impossible it would be to keep a normal life.

A trashed home caused a scare caused you to stick out on the road for a little longer after John made a startling discovery that connected all the dots and met the face of the infamous monster that pulled all the right strings to getting you where he wanted you. Hands folded neatly in front of you begging for demon deals and blood pacts after your own perished too soon. Ignorance caused first kisses of lovers to be shared before being torn apart and dragged to hell. Where you would see the worst of a man you had loved your entire life after you were too weak to save him from this.

Revenge of fallen family members dragged brothers apart and formed bonds with unlikely characters that wanted to see the rise of an unlikely creature. Name calling and belittling turned into praising which confused you into who to trust. Only to find out you were just a pretty face, and nothing really more. The boys got to have all the fun while you had wait and see what they needed you to be next to make sure this story continued out the way they wanted.

Maybe you should start saying everything happens for a reason. "God only gives us problems we can handle." A old woman had said that to you when you were younger, dealing with the unexpected and tragic loss of your mother while trying to wrap your head around the idea that a demon was the reason why she clawed sixteen marks into her skin. One year for her deals that she got out of him, and a special friend who had no idea what he was getting himself into. And even that was exactly what they wanted. You thought at one point it was helpful to get you through a tough point in your life. The feeling only lasted a short while. After finding out that God stopped listening a long time ago, you started to as well.

You were supposed to be the child that fixed a broken relationship between Father and son after he learned a valuable lesson about life. But you ended up being a mutt who was about to watch God’s greatest creation—humanity—burn to nothing. And if He wasn't going to get off his lazy ass and do something about it, you would. But not like his oldest friend has said. Anything but that.

You decided a few hours of wandering through the junkyard and drinking the beer Bobby had given you ever so slowly until there was nothing left was your sign that you needed to go inside and discuss the elephant in the room. What were the five of you going to do about that pesky apocalypse? Who was going to be the lucky victim of taking Satan for a ride in their own skin and damning themselves for eternal punishment in the cage as the result of a win that would take every ounce of self control. Which, looking back at your history, neither one of you really had under control.

One drank too much demon blood and trusted the wrong kinds of people, another lost themselves in the thrill touching a side of them that made them feel powerful. Both of you were sinners to wanting something that made you feel strong. In control. Something which you or Sam really never felt like...unless he was high off the blood and you were at your most primal state of being a demon.

Who would win in a fight against the Devil? A strung out junkie who could only be at his best when high. Or a rabies interested mutt who sat ever so quietly with a chain wrapped around its neck, with one little tug, it could break. But there it sat, not saying a word. You might have had the upper advantage of going to war with yourself everyday you woke up. But when you were in the same room as Lucifer, something was brought out of you against your will. The demon side he'd blessed you with came out. You wanted to do bad things, you wanted to join him. Who know what would happen if you let Lucifer in. Worst case scenario? It'd be two against one. And the world would burn like he promised you in the dark motel room after you swore your loyalty to him out of fear to save Sam from a terrible fate.

"You do understand what you're agreeing to if you take on this responsibility, right?"

"We're kind of past the point of looking for second options, Cas! This is Y/N we’re talking about. I mean, if this could help her…”

A single pair of footsteps paced across the wooden floors of the kitchen, drowning out voices that quietly whispered about what the right thing to do was. Each of them were caught up in their own personal thoughts, nobody noticed you were standing in the doorway. In the exact same spot where, just a few days ago, Sam tried to discuss his desire to take down the Devil because it was the right thing to do. There was no other way. Now, Sam stood in the middle of the room with his hands placed tightly on his hips and a savage glare. It made you think back to the night you and him had been interrogating the demon Brady, the one who had lead you to Pestilence. The one who happily took the bounty on the sweet, young blonde and burnt her alive to light a fire under the Winchester's ass and push him back to exactly where they needed him. And without thinking, they were doing it again, he was being cornered into say yes because of you.

“Do you understand what you’re saying? I mean, there's..." Dean let out a breath as he leaned back in his seat, a look of distraught settled into his expression at what he heard. He tried to think of anything possible to get him and his family out of this situation that was turning darker and more terrifying than he could imagine. "You can't do that, Sammy."

“Do what?”

Your voice broke the concentration away from the younger Winchester and to you, who stood in the doorway for almost a minute without anyone noticing until you spoke. You furrowed your brow when you saw most of the expressions beginning to change. A few were because of nervousness at what they were speaking about in private without you. One was of guilt for what he admitted. Sam, however, stared at you head on. His facial expression softened, like he was about to break some bad news. Once again, you asked what was going on, afraid you might have missed something important here.

“We’ve been talking, Y/N. All of us have.” Sam said, being the one to break the silence that was starting to form around the room. You watched as he shifted his footing and spoke of a topic you were all too familiar with. He was going to say yes to the Devil. There wasn’t much arguing in that anymore. The road to hell was paved with good intentions, and getting there was only half the fun. “I’m saying yes to Lucifer. But...there comes complications. Certain rules we need to abide by if this will work right. And it puts a thing or two into perspective.”

You furrowed your brow as you looked at him, “What are you talking about?”

"Remember about how Death said you needed to become a demon for me to say yes? Well, turns out there's a reason why." Sam explained the best that he could to you. You weren't understanding one word he was saying and why everyone suddenly looked away from you, trying their hardest to avoid eye contact with you when you stared at them, hoping they would tell you. But Sam found the courage, he got out with the truth in one sentence. "It's because I need to…I...I need to—”

"'For the life of every creature is in its blood: its blood is its life.'" Cas cut off the younger man, growing impatient at how Sam was getting red in the face with fear. You watched as Cas pulled a heavy looking book he had resting on top of the small table he was sitting at with Bobby, his finger pointed to a small text that you couldn't read from here. But you had a feeling it was the bible, the holy book who had the answers to everything. "I wondered myself about why you needed to be a demon. But then began remembering about how your people thought it was a sin to drink the blood of a live animal or human being. However, it began to make sense after that. You see, Nick—Lucifer's current vessel, has been drinking gallons of demon blood to keep his vessel from disintegrating. But it's not working. He might be an archangel, but he doesn't have the power of Heaven like Michael has. Sam is the only one who can take on. Lucifer, as the bloodline allows it. And if he were to say yes..."

"For the life of the flesh is in the blood: and I have given it to you upon the altar to make an atonement for your souls: for it is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul."

He would have to drink the blood of Lucifer's first to become strong enough. It all was beginning to make sense. Why all those children were given blood—why Sam had gotten addicted to demon blood. And after drinking so much of it had turned him into one. Because it was considered a sin to the soul. Because blood was about sacrifice since time began, the very thing that gave people life. And if Sam wanted to be strong enough to take Lucifer as the vessel, he would need all the strength he could get.

You slowly looked at the younger man, that stood in front of you. He’d been on board with this idea. Because it’d been in his head long before Famine showed up. It explained why he froze up in that convenient store when you had gotten stabbed by that man. Because the smell of your blood triggered a desire in him. A hunger that couldn’t be fed until he got his hands on you. Because that’s what was always supposed to happen. And he was going to do it.

“When does it stop being enough for you? All this time we've been fighting this... thing inside of us. And all of a sudden it’s the miracle cure that save us all? What happens if you lose, Sam? I’ll be stuck like that. Forever.”

“I know, Y/N. I know. We’ve been kicking ourselves trying to figure out another way to solve this, but we've got no other options here." Sam said. He tried his hardest to keep his voice calm as he began to pace again from what he was asking of you. “This is what's got to be done."

You nervously inhaled a breath as you felt yourself being back into a corner here when nobody had spoke up to your defense. Not even the man who was supposed to be in love with you said a single word. From the look on his face, it was easy enough to see that he was disturbed by what all of this had come to. He didn't like the idea of his little brother sucking down demon blood. And hearing what Sam had admitted to him after facing the first horsemen had been the reason why he pushed his little brother away, to protect you. But just like you, his hands were tied. This was the end of the world. Each of you had your own personal part to play.

"What happens if Lucifer comes for me to finish the job?" You asked all of them, not even wanting to hear their plans to even push you to becoming a demon. Even if it was a temporary fix. "Your little plan would be screwed. There would be no going back to what he did."

"I won't let that happen." Dean tried to reassure you. You slowly forced yourself to lock eyes with the green ones that had sat by your side, listening to your heartfelt confessions and biggest fear—of turning into this. You could see the pain, the heartbreak from what he had to do. The poor man was losing his brother. And he had to see the woman he loved succumb to the darkness. Even if it was for a short amount of time, he knew you'd never be the same. "I'll make sure you're safe."

"Really? The Winchesters actually saving a woman they love from danger? That'll be the day." You let out a bitter laugh as your eyes began to glaze over. Not from sadness or fear of the unknown. But anger. Pure, raw anger. You let out a slow, shaky breath as you stared at the two brothers. "A woman has always been an excuse for you Winchesters to turn your life upside down and go after some half-assed plan for revenge. When Mary died, John tore you two apart. After Jess—Oh, Sammy's gotta find out what killed her! And Dean. Feels good to be right, huh? Guess I am making the both of you say yes. But you know what I'm not saying yes to? Becoming something that I have spent my entire life trying to avoid. If this worlds ends because of my choice, well let it end! If Lucifer wants to fight his brother so badly, well, then we knows where to find me. We still got Plan B on the table.”

You didn't want to hear them beg, you didn't want them to tell you that the fate of the world was resting on your backside. Like the three of you did anything you were told to do so. Your last remark was meant out of pure sarcasm. You jaw tightened as you let out a heavy sigh from seeing the four faces that dare even spoke such an idea to you. Just quickly as you entered the house were stomping off, disappearing to somewhere the boys would find out eventually. The last noise either one of them had heard was the slamming of the front door for the next few minutes.

Nobody said anything, nobody dared look at one another in the eye for what they discussed over the past few hours. But for them it felt like a lifetime trapped in the house. It took every ounce of energy for them to come to this point. You would be okay with it. Someone finally broke the silence. Dean looked away from the wall he'd been focused on and stared at his brother. Both of them forced themselves to look at one another, to see they were choking down their emotions at how this had to be. You could hate Sam all you want until the day you died—but long as you made it out alive, that's all he wanted. He wanted to save one more person. He wanted to save you. He wanted to save his brother from living the life their father forced upon them. You and Dean had died to save him, now it was time to return the favor.

But happiness comes with a price. Whether it'd be selling your soul for a working pair of legs, or letting someone cool off for a few minutes. And...you don't always get what you want. A piercing scream they heard echo through the air made sure to deliver that message loud and clear.

+ + +

"To make a prairie, it takes a clover and one bee," The world has so much to offer, and it was changed so much since he was allowed to walk free. They destroyed the beautiful landscape his Father had spent creating for them. For his children. Not them. If he thought there was a lot of them before, they've multiplied by the billions. They've destroyed everything just to survive and claim land that wasn't rightfully theirs. They murdered, tortured, raped, belittled—destroyed anything which was different to their unrealistic standards that made so such sense. But amongst all of its ugliness, there was beauty. "One clover," Lucifer drew the knife away from her throat and pointed it at himself. "One bee. And revery."

Beauty could be found in flowers he'd never seen in the garden of Eden, works of art that was portrayed in oil paintings or buildings that were taller than any human, literary works that he devoured when he hid away in his decoying vessel away from the world. He started off exploring the extensive library inside your home. He wanted to know who you were. He wanted to know the person you became. But that wasn't enough. Lucifer discovered art, books of complex ideas and fictional worlds he was hold humans used to find some meaning in their life. Music was something of a majestic discovery. It could make someone feel a certain emotion. Love songs were a personal favorite of the Devil.

"The revery alone will do," Lucifer recited a poem as he stood in the middle of an abandoned church with its windows boarded up and glass stained windows that depicted of a holy world before broke into tiny pieces of color on the floor. The pews were empty of any sinners that prayed to a God that would never listen. God wouldn't give them salvation, but the Devil will help. For a price. Give yourself to your new Lord and Savor, Lucifer. If you do so, you will be granted with anything your heart may desire. For a price. People will find any measure to take it. Instead of hurting a fellow soul, why not sell yours? Kiss the black eyed fool who will grant you any desire you want. For eternal misery in Hell. Humans were a stupid breed. Lucifer was going to make sure they were a dying breed, too. "If bees are few."

He left the exact same poem written messily on a sheet of paper and left it hanging on a wooden beam that supported the roof which helped you keep dry from the rain that became to softly trickle down. The demon knife you had pulled on him pinned it into place for them to find. Just as he did for the younger Winchester when he discovered you were gone. Lucifer hoped things wouldn't have come to this. He was so close to. But you were much stronger, he was wrong to doubt your willpower. And here he thought you knew you. He created you, after all. But everyone had a few character flaws. Katerina did. And she was a struggle to turn when he told her of his plans. But unlike before, Lucifer was much weaker. He had to do this the hard way. It would take a few steps, and it might take a bit long longer... all of you would get there together.

Lucifer rested his chin on the demon's shoulder he stood behind of with the knife to her throat and gave you a sympathetic expression. He could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your blood rushed through your veins. A thin layer of sweat covered your skin from how you woke up. This wasn't what he wanted to do, but he was out of options. His vessel was disintegrating, You were being stubborn. And it was time for your human side to leave. He didn't need you anymore. He wanted the demon side that you had buried in your conscious. There was one way to turn someone into a demon. And that was from blood. Copious amounts of it. When Lucifer pressed the blade harder against the demon's throat, you tilted your head back and opened your mouth. Ready for every drop he was about to give you. The plan you and him had drawn out together was coming along perfectly.

+ + +

It'd been two days since they had seen you. Since that stupid poem was left. Nobody slept, there had been nibbles of food in between consumption of coffee and beer while going through every lead they had stumbled upon, every possibility to what was going on here. Sam checked the GPS on your phone every hour on the hour, Bobby called every hunter he could think of while Cas shuffled through newspaper articles and weather maps that could pinpoint heavy demon activity. The only one who hadn't done much was Dean. He was caught up in his own vulnerable thoughts...his head kept replaying the memory. That damn scream kept repeating itself his his head over and over again. Each time it played, no matter if it was the hundredth time, it never stopped a shiver from running down his spine in pure horror of what he let happen. He’d been so freaking close.

Dean roughly clenched his fists with the rings still in his palm, and not once did he flinch when the metal dug painfully into his skin, drawing up some blood when he released his tense muscles. The man just stared at the rings with little reaction. He was too tired to care about what he did. He felt exhausted, but sleep would never come to him. The nightmares didn't come when he closed his eyes. He just had to look at the man who was supposed to his baby brother, the one he'd spent his entire life trying to protect from the evilness of this world. Dean swallowed as he thought about you, the woman that he loved—the same one who had been told was his soulmate. He was supposed to protect you and Sam. That’s what he was raised to do. Dean looked over his shoulder and stared at the empty seats of the Impala.

“Remember when we just used to...hunt wendigos? How simple things were?”

Dean’s answer might have been no at the time before they left. But as he stared at those empty seats all of you had religiously picked as your own, his head began to unwillingly fill up with old memories of the times back on the road. "Dad has been on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days." Those two sentences changed their lives forever.

It felt like a lifetime ago he was being hounded by you and his brother of his very tasteful classic rock collection of tapes he’d kept in a box underneath the passenger seat and his brother had debated the idea their father was dead. Back when all of you were a team full of young twenty something adults just trying to save the common folk from vengeful spirits and demons. The only real problem the three of you faced had come in the form of nightmares. How many nights did you wake up in a cold sweat from the idea of turning into a demon? His brother thought his little premonitions were the worst thing that could have happened to him. Dean started to let out a chuckle but he immediately stopped himself, afraid that if he kept going, the happy noises would turn into a broken sob.

Sammy, his baby brother, was going to take the swan dive, dooming himself for an eternity of misery and punishment that he never deserved. You, the woman that everyone loved and tried desperately to find, was out there all alone. Despite all of their best efforts, time was running out. Dean’s three days that he had pleaded for were going faster without a trail he could keep hope out for. Sam was ready to leave the second you disappeared. All of them knew where you had ended up. But the oldest Winchester kept some hope that you were stronger. That you could fight your way out and find your way back to him without turning into what you had feared all those years ago.

“He still out there?”

Bobby’s voice broke the younger Winchester’s concentration away from the kitchen window he’d been staring out for the past fifteen minutes. Sam nodded his head as he let out a quiet sigh as he forced himself to look away from his distraught big brother and to the same sight that hadn’t changed much in the past forty-eight hours. Cas kept his head down as he shuffled through papers and Bobby wracked his brain for different hunters he could call. Sam, however, felt his grip around the coffee cup he’d been holding grow tighter as he let out another sigh. Bobby lifted his gaze from the phone when he heard the noise. He knew when the younger Winchester did that, he was about to say something stupid.

“Bobby, look—”

“We promised your brother three days, Sam.” Bobby cut off the man, not wanting to hear any of this scheme that had been brewing in the young man’s head. The hunter knew this was going to end bloody and full of tragedy. But he could stop himself from losing one less person if he kept out hope for a little longer, than he would. “I think we might be onto something. Cas found some heavy demon activity in Michigan.”

“Let me guess, Detroit?” Sam asked, taking a wild guess of where the location might be. Bobby nodded his head slowly, he was hoping the man wouldn’t have made the connection, but from the look that spread across the young man’s face, he knew it was inevitable. All of them knew it was ground zero, where all of their hopes and dreams went to die. Sam could clenched his jaw until settled a painful ache in his teeth from what he’d done. It was better than throwing his cup across the room to see it shatter into tiny pieces. “Why are all of us still standing here? We know what’s gonna happen. The quicker we get there, the more of a chance we can save her. That is, if…”

Bobby could feel his face hardened as he warned the younger man not to dare speak those kind of words in his household, "Sam, don't you—"

“If she’s not already gone, Bobby. Then all of this would have been a wasted effort for nothing.” Sam managed to finally get the words that had been eating him alive over the past few days out from his head. He let out another sigh when Cas finally looked up from his unimportant papers as Bobby’s expression changed more of a sullen one. “Look, I get it. You wanna keep holding out hope that there’s some other kind of lead that can help us find Y/N. We all want that. But what if we’re too late? Without the grace, we're screwed. That was our only chance at making sure she didn't fully turn. He's got her, I know it.”

Bobby and Cas exchanged a pair of familiar looks from what the younger Winchester had said, but neither one of them dare speak a single word to keep this conversation going. Because they knew it was the truth. Sam looked down at his cup to feel that it was growing cold from neglecting it for almost twenty minutes after he poured himself a cup. Instead of throwing it across the room like he previously wanted to, he gently placed the cup down onto the table and snatched his jacket from an empty chair. Sam muttered something about needing air, Bobby knew where the man was really going. He watched from the same kitchen window as Sam made his way across the junkyard and to the Impala, where his brother had been for a majority of the past few days.

The Winchester brothers exchanged a simple glance to one another before each of them found their own spots to stare off mindlessly, keeping away any sort of unwanted conversation just yet. Each of them tried to think of different aspect of this fight. Dean tried to figure out ways that he could get angry at his brother, hoping it would stop the pain. Sam wondered what he could say to everyone that would get them to finally change their minds. After a few seconds the both of them slowly started to look at one another with eyes glazed over with tears. Funny thing was, neither one of them started to cry, instead, Dean found himself letting out that chuckle again.

"I keep thinking I'm gonna see Y/N step out of the house with that stupid grin on her face. You know the one that she gets whenever she finds something? She'll come down here and tell us our idea before was so freaking stupid." Dean found himself running off at the mouth of his own personal fantasy as a small smile of his own stretched across his lips. He stared at the porch steps imaging that you were standing there with a book in your hand a slight scowl on your face. Because you found something that wouldn't make Sam leave. Dean tried his hardest not to let his chuckles turn into sobs, but this time, it was inevitable. "I can't do this, man. I...I can't do this without her."

"We'll get her back. I promise." Sam tried to reassure his brother as the both of them struggled to keep their emotions in check. He sniffled and looked down at his feet, a small scoff fell out from his mouth at how much he realized he needed you until now. "Remember the time I ran off to California to find Dad? You and I had that big fight in the middle of the road. You were ready to let me leave...but Y/N made sure to tell me what an idiot I was.”

"She ripped me a new one God knows way too many times." Dean said. He felt himself growing a smile at an old memory that was from only a few years ago, but he should have known than to disrupt you when you were upset. And it always circled back to how one brother treated another. You never favored one brother over the other. At the end of the day, the both of them were your only family. And they were asking something of you that pushed you over the edge. But now the worst they had feared was coming true. "Y/N's a fighter. Out of anyone, she can beat whatever that son of a bitch tries.”

Sam let out a quiet sigh, “What if she can’t?”

“Are you doubting me, Winchester?”

The boys nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard a voice come out from thin air. It belonged to someone they thought wouldn't have seen so soon. At first they thought it was some kind of twisted joke their head was playing with them. But it wasn't. Sam pushed himself off the Impala and turned around, coming face to face with you. Your lips stretched into a wobbly smile as you took a step forward. Sam's eyes were drawn away from your face as they slowly moved down to your clothing, and the dried blood that was soaked through your shirt and jeans. His head began to run around with ideas of what was going on, and who's blood it belonged to. Dean found himself fixated on the sight, and as his mouth opened up to what happened to you, his brother reached out and grabbed him by his arm, refraining him from taking a step forward to you. Sam smell it...the demon blood running through your veins.

You parted your mouth slightly to show off your blood stained teeth, your mouth licked away any that had dried any on your lips before you sank your teeth down onto the flesh. Your head tilted to the side, a look of curious amusement crossed your face when the brothers stared at you with terror, possible confusion to what was going on. You decided to give them an answer when you blinked, showing off your demon eyes they wanted so hard to see on you. But this wasn't done just yet. There was one more crucial step.

Suddenly, you were bent over with a groan of pain escaping your mouth as your hands clutched your head from the sudden pounding sensation overcoming you from what you were doing. Your breathing turned into heavy pants as you forced yourself to stand up, just enough for you to look at the boys with a pleading expression. The only words you managed to say to them was, "Help me."

+ + +

“You sure this is gonna work?”

“Does it look like I have the instruction manual?"

Your eyes jumped back and forth as the two hunters exchanged a few questions as you sat in Bobby's living room, tied down to a chair and properly secured underneath the devil's trap so you wouldn't go ballistic. Your gaze wandered away from the two men as they focused on the small pendent that Crowley had given you right before he disappeared, never to be seen again. It was a long shot, but it was the only plan they had left. Whatever happened to you...Whatever Lucifer did, it was doing the trick. But you wouldn't talk about it. You just wanted this to be over. It was tiring enough to stop yourself from saying something you would regret. Sometimes you could bite your tongue. But most of it slipped out. Like how a chuckle started to roll out, soft and slow, but slowly, it build up to a laughter as you stared at the three hunters and their little angel who was supposed to stop the apocalypse.

"The fate of my humanity rests on an angel without wings and a couple of backroad hillbillies. Gosh, I'm such a lucky gal. And to top the fun off, I get to be sucked dry by you, big boy.” Your eyes flickered back as you looked over at Sam, who had been quietly in his little corner of the room, trying to get away from you. His arms were crossed over his chest as he tried his hardest not to stare at you. But from the way that his nostrils were flaring and his forearms were looking much tenser than usual, he could smell the blood from here. Your lips stretched into a smirk. “I smell good, don’t I? Can’t wait to just slit my throat and get a taste, huh?”

"We need to hurry." Cas warned the two hunters as he turned his back to you, not liking your progress of how the demon blood that Lucifer had fed you was turning. "She's changing—and fast. I'm afraid if we don't do this soon, the effects might be permanent."

This was the moment all of them had been dreading. Cas nodded his head when Dean forced himself to hand over the pendent that held the grace and to the angel who knew what he was doing. Without warning, the angel dropped the small pendent to the ground and broke the small glass container until small pieces. If he had done this with any other angel grace, it would have found its way to the rightful owner of who it once belonged to. But it took a spell the angel had remembered using only a few times before to make this work. He watched as the energy flew around the air, all before making its way down your throat, causing your eyes to bulge out and let out a muffled noise, like you were choking. Your arms automatically tried to lift themselves from the armrests, but your hands waved around. The boys grew worried as each of them watch you struggle, making it seem your body was trying to regret it. But slowly...you stopped moving.

Your eyelids grew heavy as your body slumped forward into the chair, making the three men and the angel fall into a moment of silence. Gabriel said this was supposed to protect your soul. Cas didn’t think the demon blood would have changed your soul. Each of them watched as you didn’t move for a minute or so, making them worried what was going on. Ever so slowly, Dean watched as one of your fingers twitched, setting off a chain reaction just a few seconds later.

“Y/N?” Sam was the one to speak your name, wondering if this would actually work. He could feel his breathing turn quieter as you twitched slightly at hearing your name. He took a small step forward, his arm outstretched itself in front of him as he reached to touch you ever so gently. He tried making a joke, thinking that it was safe. "Are you in there, Y/N?"

He should have known. All of them should have known not to mess with the Devil. Because they could never stop what was about to happen. He heard the sound of the ropes that held you snap like that, and before he realized it, he was staring at you at eye level with your hand to tightly wrapped around his throat, he was already struggling. Your lips stretched into a devilish smirk as you dug your nails into his skin.

"Y/N doesn't live here anymore." You quietly whispered to him with a playful, yet venomous tone as you spoke to him with clenched teeth. You leaned forward to him until you were mere inches from him, letting him watch as your eyes flickered black. "At least, not up front. She’s being a good girl and staying quiet so we can have a nice, long talk. Just you and me, Sammy."

Your head turned to the three men that had been pinned into place, you pretended to give them an apologetic look before you snapped your fingers with your free hand, making each of them take a corner of the room. You slowly looked over at the man when you pushed him to the ground and stepped out from the devil's trap. You brushed down your wrinkled and sticky clothes as you began looking around the room, your nose scrunched up slightly at the decor. As you looked back down at the man who hadn’t moved from the floor, you noticed that he stared at you with a disturbed look. Unsure of who he was speaking to. You placed your hand on your chest, pretending to feel offended as your eyes went back to normal.

“Don’t recognize an old face, Sam? Well, this is a new vessel. Taking out for a test spin after she gave me permission. Have yet to see if I really like it.” Sam could feel his heart drop into the pit of his stomach as he began to back away with his elbows on the floor when he realized who it was. You rolled your eyes when he hissed out a command to get out of your body. “Oh, don't worry. I'm just here to finish up a few loose ends. You made my job a hell of a lot easier. Y/N’s a complex creature. She’s a hell of a lot stronger than I thought. I need to poke at her sou at more of a...personal level. Get inside that head of hers. Destroy whatever humanity she’s holding on to. You see," You suddenly stopped in your tracks as you flinched, almost like you were fighting something inside of you. You slowly opened your eyes to show they were black again. Sam watched as you walked over to him, all before you swung one leg over his body, and you dropped yourself onto his waist to pin his body into place. "I’m the one who really wants to talk to you, Sammy."

“Y/N,” Sam tried his hardest to ignore the black eyes that were staring at him and called out to the person who was his best friend, the person trapped in her own skin as Lucifer poked at her soul until it was black as the eyes that were staring at him. “Y/N, you can fight this. Come on.”

You ignored his pleas as you reached out to pull something from your boot, Sam's eyes wandered to what appeared to be a switchblade. He thought you were going to attack him, but instead, you slit your wrist with it. You cut yourself and forced the bleeding wound to his mouth.

"Is this what you want, huh? Drink it all, Sammy. Drink it...just like what Lucifer did to me. It scared me at first. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it." You told him a bit of the truth in a dark, low tone as you forced him to taste the blood that was rich with the ones of the demons that Lucifer slaughtered for you to drink. Sam managed to overpower you by grabbing a hold of your wrists and threw you to the floor. His mouth was stained with your blood, but he didn't allow himself to taste any of it as he spit out the contents to the floor. Much as he wanted to. You sat on the floor, you didn't fight or say anything mean. You just sat there...looking at him with a smile as you shook your head. "I know you want it. I can hear your heartbeat from where I am. Just like how you wanted Ruby. You can fight it all you want, but you know you're gonna come crawling back. It's how all of this was always meant to be. You, me and the Devil.”

Sam blinked, and just like that, easy as you had come back, you were gone. The man's eyes darted around the room as he tried to look for you anywhere that he could. He could feel his heartbeat kick up faster in rhythm when he noticed there was no trace of you, besides the blood that stained the floors. You were gone. They tried so hard...tried every possible way to save you, but you were gone. Sam slowly dragged his gaze away from your blood that make to make his mind swim with old feelings that he hadn't touched in a long time. Dean stared at the sight of once where you sat, all hope that had been in his face was gone. It was all over.

Each of them had tried so hard to make this right. You tried so hard to stop your fears from coming true. So many dead ends and sleepless nights, years of battling monsters and taking down people that had did you wrong. But it wasn't enough. Nothing would ever be good enough.

Sam slowly shut his eyes, trying his hardest not to let out a yell from what was happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His nails dug into his skin when a chilling thought crossed his mind. And how they were slowly beginning to come true. "These violent delights, have violent ends."

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