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Enchanting Christmas

i love this Scottish woman so much

Rowena MacLeod x Reader

No Pronouns used!!

Summary: Rowena, the enchanting witch, confesses to the reader that the holiday season has awakened new emotions within her. The two share a magical moment, culminating in a kiss that transcends the ordinary. As they celebrate the festive season together, they discover the unexpected joy of love in the midst of holiday magic.

Enchanting Christmas

The snow fell gently outside the bunker, creating a serene winter wonderland. The scent of pine and the soft glow of Christmas lights filled the air. Rowena, the powerful and enchanting witch, had decided to join the Winchesters for the holiday season, and you couldn't have been more thrilled.

As the three of you gathered around the roaring fireplace, sipping hot cocoa, Rowena couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with joy. She had always been drawn to your warmth and kindness, and Christmas seemed to amplify those qualities.

One evening, Rowena approached you as you admired the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. "Y/N, darling, may I have a word?" she purred, her Scottish accent weaving a magical spell.

You turned to face her, a smile gracing your lips. "Of course, Rowena. What's on your mind?"

Rowena took your hand and led you to a cozy corner of the bunker, away from prying eyes. There, surrounded by the soft glow of candles, she cast a subtle enchantment to make the moment even more magical.

"Y/N, I must admit, this Christmas season has brought out a side of me I never thought I'd embrace," Rowena confessed, her eyes softening.

You looked at her with curiosity, feeling the genuine vulnerability beneath her powerful exterior.

"Spending time with you, the Winchesters, and the festive spirit has awakened something within me," Rowena continued, her hand tracing patterns on yours. "I find myself drawn to the warmth you exude, the joy you bring to those around you."

A blush tinted your cheeks as you met Rowena's gaze. "I feel the same way, Rowena. Christmas wouldn't be the same without you."

Rowena leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft and lingering kiss. It felt like a spell, a magical connection that transcended the ordinary. The enchantment deepened, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of holiday magic.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you and Rowena shared a quiet moment, savoring the magic of Christmas and the unexpected warmth of love that had blossomed between you.

As you pulled away, Rowena whispered against your ear, "Merry Christmas, my darling. May this holiday be as enchanting as you are."

And with that, you both returned to the festivities, hand in hand, ready to celebrate a Christmas filled with magic, love, and the unexpected joy of newfound connections.

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AHHHH i just want to marry her so bad!!!

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

ooo rowena and a plus size girrl does seem interesting would love to read

fem!plus size reader, wc: 290.

a/n: i tried to capture her accent well but im a little unsure because i've never written for Rowena before!

In your defense, you had no idea Rowena was a witch, let alone Crowley’s mom. So, you can only imagine how awkward it is to explain to your two roommates that you had slept with the immortal just a year before.

“Ah, _______! How are ya lass!” Rowena piped up with a smirk on her face. She could see the panic forming in your features as she addressed you so personally. It wasn’t as though the men didn’t know you slept with women, the same sex usually being your midnight endeavors whenever the three of you would go out to bars after a successful hunt. You just didn’t think it’d blow over all that well with the two of them if they figured out you had slept with the enemy. If it makes it sound better – she was damn great at it.

“You know her?” You heard Dean ask you. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, massaging the bridge of your nose, but before you could answer, Rowena answered for you. “Aye! We are quite well acquainted. Isn’t that right dearie?” You could feel the two Men of Letter’s eyes burning holes into your body. “_____, what does she mean?” Sam prodded. You let out an embarrassed sigh, opening your eyes so that you could glare at the enchantress. “We’ve slept together before.” You said crudely. “Just great!” Dean exclaimed. “It was an accident dickweed! And plus, it was a year ago! Doesn’t that account for something?” Dean’s jaw clenched, “That doesn’t account for shit!”

“I didn’t mean to cause a rift between friends.” She chimed in, but there was no remorse in her voice, just pure mischief.

“Shut up, Rowena!” All three of you said in unison.

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[aesthetic-babyyy]

Because I love you!~ Dean Winchester imagine

Warnings// Angst, Fluff and a little bit of smut, Sam’s a lil bit of an idiot

Word count// 1706

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Dean was cleaning the dried blood around the edges of the three stitched up claw marks on Y/Ns side when she slowly opened her eyes “Dean?” She asked, still groggy from waking up. Dean looked up acknowledging that he heard her but still not saying anything “how are you feeling Y/N” Sam asked sitting on the other bed watching for any sign of his friend to wake up so he knew she was okay, Y/N turned her head slightly to look at the younger Winchester seeing the blood that covered his arms and grey shirt, “I-I’m okay…is that mine?” She asked her voice wavering at the end “yeah you lost a lot of blood, we were really scared there for a bit” Sam said and Dean scoffed making both of us turn to him

“Dean don’t!” Sam knew a blow out was coming but he also knew Y/N was in no condition to fight, not tonight, “don’t what Sam, she was an idiot for doing that!” Dean said grabbing the blood covered towels and throwing them in the trash, “excuse me? I’m an idiot for saving your life?” Y/N said trying to sit up, Sam and as quick to help her placing her against the pillows to keep her stitches from tearing Dean turned to her an enraged look in his face “yes you are Y/N, don’t ever try to save my life again! I don’t want you hunting with us anymore, you can leave once your side is healed” Dean said making Y/N tear up at his statement, she tried to control her tears not wanting to give Dean the satisfaction of making her this upset, dean turned away from her storming towards the fridge, opening it only to see there was no beer left.

“I’m going to get food and beer” he said grabbing his jacket heading for the door, Sam was quick to storm after him yelling for his brother to stop, Y/N stared at Dean in shock and sadness, once Sam had shut the door she finally let her self go, sobbing into her hands, if dean wanted her gone, fine she’d leave before he got back. After taking a few minutes to calm down and ignore the yelling outside she moved to get off the bed gasping in pain holding the her side that was wrapped in a bandage, she was slipping her shoes on with great difficulty when the older Winchester was coming back into the room muttering about how much of an ass Sam is, Y/N hadn’t beard him yet, too focused on getting her freaking shoe to co operate “the hell do you think your doing?!” Dean yelled before moving to help her sit back up on the bed and gently taking her shoe from her

She wouldn’t let go of her shoe, snatching it back off him she kept her gaze off him because she knew if she did she’d break into tears again “I’m leaving just like you want me to do!” She said trying to stand to her shoe clad feet, however deans hands on her shoulders keeping her down was preventing her from doing so “let me go!” She demanded trying to push deans hands off her “Y/N just listen to me” he said not taking his hands off her “no dean, I heard you loud and clear! I’m leaving tonight!” She said finally getting his hands off her shoulders, she was finally able to stand, she slowly made her way towards her bag on the small dirty couch of the motel.

Dean was walking in front of her he gently took her wrist in his grasp “Y/N I didn’t mean what I said, I want you to stay with us. Look I was pissed you got hurt and I-” she cut him off “no dean, you don’t get to be pissed, I’m not sorry for pushing you out of the way” taking a shaky breath she continued “if I could go back in time, I’d do it all over again Dean because I love you!” She exclaimed, Deans eyes were wide in shock, his jaw slack, without saying anything more Y/N pulled her arm away from him and turned away heading for the motel room door.

“wait! Y/N please just stop!” She heard Dean yell as he chased after her, sighing she turned around ready for the ‘I’m sorry I just don’t like you like that’ speech. Dean was rushing towards her before coming to a stop centimetres from her he gently placed his left hand on her waist careful to avoid the injury, and his right hand on her cheek he pulled her into a gentle yet firm kiss, gasping into the kiss she didn’t respond for a second before letting the bag on her should fall to the ground she took the lapels of deans jacket clutching the fabric tightly in her hands, kissing him back with everything she had, it wasn’t long before she felt deans tongue swiping at her bottom lip, begging for entrance to which Y/N granted, patting her lips slightly to let their tongues meet in a heated kiss

Dean moved his hand from her face to the back of her head holding her closer, his fingers running through her hair, the two parted for air but quickly reunited, this kiss more heated than the last as dean moved her to the wall on the building he tapped the back of her thigh signalling for her to jump which she did, careful not to heart her side, Y/N wrapped her legs around Dean’s hips pulling him closer so he was hitting her center making her moan his name, Dean smirked pulling away from her lips he moved his kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking his way down to her chest, Y/N was a moaning mess running her fingers through his short spiky hair “maybe we should take this inside?” Y/N asked through moans, not answering dean grabs her ass, holding her up as he moved them towards the motel room which door was still wide open.

Dean gently laid her on the bed, much like he had earlier, Y/N was kicking off her shoes as Dean was pulling away from her now red neck, rushing to get his jacket and flannel off, he didn’t have much time before Y/N was pulling the collar of his shirt Dow to her level she was kissing his swollen lips, wrapping the leg on her uninjured side around his hips once again digging her heel into his lower back so the hardness concealed in his jeans was pressing against her, Y/N moved her hands up his shirt to pull it off, Dean got the hint and was pulling away from the kiss to pull his shirt over his he through it behind him ready to dip back to the sensual kiss

“hey! What the- Oh my god” Sam exclaimed rushing to turn his back to the lovers, Dean sighed against her neck as his head and shoulders dropped disappointed in how they were interrupted “mind reading the room Sammy and leaving” Dean said not making any signs of moving away “while I would love to leave this room, which believe me I would, but Bobby called we gotta get going he said there’s a vampire nest in Ohio causing a lot of trouble and we’re the closest hunters in the area” Dean rolled his eyes sitting up “well then get out and give us 5 minutes” Sam was already running to the door at this point and Dean had turned to face Y/N “sweetheart, I really am sorry for what I said earlier… and incase you didn’t get what I was saying there, I love you too and I’d really like to take you out for a drink” Y/N smiled grabbing deans warm hand and joking it in hers “you asking me on a date Winchester?” Dean smirked at her “yeah I definitely am” she tugged his hand pulling him back down to her giving a gentle kiss before pulling away “I’d love to go on a date with you Dean”, Dean opened his mouth to respond but the horn of the impala stopped him “ya know I’m gonna kill that idiot” Dean said standing to pull his shirts and jacket back on before helping Y/N with her shoes, he wrapped his arm around her waist helping her up from the bed, they grabbed their bags and head to the impala where Sam was waiting for the two lovers very impatiently.

[nobodymitskigabriel]

Gabriel: So...do you wanna watch a movie?

Rowena: ...not one of those gratuitous displays of bravado that Dean calls cinema?

Gabriel: No, nothing like that. Actually, I picked this movie because it reminds me of you ☺️ 🥀

Rowena: Alright then...

Gabriel: *puts on Hocus Pocus*

Rowena:

Rowena: *brings Asmodeus back to life.*

Rowena: Here he is. You can have him back.

Gabriel: Wait! No! Please!

Rowena:

Gabriel: You don't want to put a spell on me? 🥺

Asmodeus: You see why I sewed his lips shut now?

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

Sam and Rowena bonding over healing from their mutual abuser, wow, honestly watching Sam and Rowena's relationship grow over the years is such a treat, the deep respect they have for each other by the end, this is the turning point where they start to see each other as people instead of enemies

[cherrycocaineee]

33. Rowena McLeod - Bedtime Stories

Synopsis: It’s a late evening inside the bunker, and the young witch, Poppy, has come down with the flu. Everyone’s doing what they can for the young girl, including a distraught Rowena. While everyone’s asleep, Rowena goes to check on the young witch, finding her awake. So Rowena decides to read the witch a bedtime story, hoping she’ll get the much needed rest necessary to get better.

* Rowena’s p.o.v *

Despite the quiet thunder rumbling effortlessly through the evening sky, warning anyone it could of the upcoming storm brewing in the distance, the inside of the bunker was silent. I sat worriedly at the large table nibbling at my cuticles as I listened for Poppy; a cough, a sneeze, her cries of pain as she hurled into the garbage can Sam Winchester had placed beside her. There was no magical spell that could make her feel better, just old fashion care; something I wasn’t use to giving. Maybe it was good news that she wasn’t having trouble sleeping, maybe it was the first sign that her illness was starting to kick itself out of her system. If that was the case, then I should probably head to bed myself and check on her in the morning.

I pulled my tired body out of the chair, my legs feeling numb from how long I had been sitting there, and made my way towards my guest room. With each step I got closer to Poppy’s room, and the deepening worry of a mother continued to grow and rage inside me.

“I’ll check on her one more time tonight. Just to be sure,” I hummed to myself.

Her door was cracked open, the dimly lit lamp creating a sense of warmth and welcome as I approached. I didn’t go inside right away, instead, I leaned forward to get a better listen then gently pushed the door open. There was a light creaking sound caused by the rusty hinges that desperately needed to be oiled up. When I poked my head inside, I saw Poppy sitting up in her bed sipping from her glass of water. In her lap was a book and I wondered to myself how long she had been up, and how I didn’t hear her.

“Rowena?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side; her onyx black hair shuffling at the sudden movement, “I didn’t think you’d be awake so late.”

Beside her bed was an alarm clock that read that it was almost two o’clock in the morning. I stepped completely into her bedroom, my heels clicking against her bare floor. She really needed a carpet in here, the poor girl hardly wore any shoes and the floors probably felt like ice in the early mornings.

“Well,” I said, my thick accent clouding the room, “with you being sick, sweet girl, I figured someone should stay up to wait on you. And since the boys have turned in, I thought a mothers touch would be better than a sleepy, grumpy, gun wielding Winchester.”

A grin cracked onto her face as she giggled, and I swore I could hear the sound of fairies being born in the distance. She was magic inside and out. Her laughter was killed off as she started coughing, hacking up whatever fluid was currently blocking her airway. Sympathy coated my glistening eyes as I approached her, rubbing her back soothingly. When she was finished coughing raspily, she sipped on her water to soothe the aching soreness in her infected throat.

“You shouldn’t get so close,” she croaked, “the flu is no joke, apparently.”

I sat down in the chair that was angled beside her bed, letting my hands rest in my lap.

“Darling, don’t you worry your sweet little head about my wellbeing. What have you got going on here?”

Our attention turned towards the book that rested easily in her lap. It didn’t look like any book I’ve ever seen, nor did it seem like a spellbook considering all of the funny little pictures inside.

“It’s a story book,” she muttered, “I’m not feeling very tired, so I wanted to read a little bit. Thought maybe it would be like when a mother or father reads their children to sleep. Unfortunately, it’s not.”

It was a miracle that Poppy turned out the way she did, kind, loving, friendly; considering all of the bad things that have happened to her during her life. If anyone had the right to be angry and cruel at the world it was her but instead she held onto things that children clung to.

I took the story book out from her lap and peered down at the page. I didn’t recognize the story, it was one I’ve ever heard or read about. The portrayed photo on the right showed a pretty redhead with a green tail staring off at some shipwrecked, ditzy prince.

“The story is called ‘The Little Mermaid’,” Poppy informed, “it’s about a curious mermaid who falls in love with a human prince and bargains her voice away to win him over on land.”

“Ah, well, sounds like it should be…interesting. Come on, let’s get you tucked in and I’ll read you a wee bedtime story to help you drift off to sleep. You need to rest if you plan on getting better.”

Poppy laid back in her bed and pulled her covers closer to her chin, nuzzling herself deeper into her fluffed pillows. I flipped to the beginning of the story, crossing my right leg over my left. Taking a deep breath, I began reading.

“There once was a curious little mermaid named Ariel with the most beautiful voice in the entire sea…”

The story was just as she had said it would be. A teenage mermaid, curious of the human world, trades her voice to the sea witch so she could win over her prince. And so on and so on. By the time I finished the last line in the book, Poppy had fallen asleep. The sound of her stuffy nose wheezing with each deep breath she took barely filled the room. I reached over and turned off the lamp beside her bed, leaned down, pressing a simple kiss to her fevered temple, then left her room while still holding her book. The soft clicking sound of the door closing drifted throughout the halls but not loud enough to wake anyone up. In my own bedroom, after changing out of my normal attire, I plopped myself into the mattress ready for bed. I stared down at the book I had read to the young witch and smiled.

“Things would have been different if I had a daughter,” I muttered to myself, “if Poppy were my child.”

[ineveryfandom]

You know how much i love found family tropes?

Yeah, well, Supernatural embodies that. One the main reasons i love this show sm

[samsrowena]

this is so fucked up. which is precisely why they shouldn't have changed it

[castiel-kline]

team “if not for the derangement we could end the winchesters fifty times before breakfast”

tw flashing, blood

[haus-seeblick]

"The One With the Hexed Handcuffs"

(Suptober Days 9 & 10 - Vintage & Enchanted)

Rating: Mature

Sam and Castiel get magically handcuffed together. They're chill about it, but Dean grapples with his strange reaction to seeing them so cozy with one another. Could it mean something about his own feelings toward Cas? It takes a very awkward few days for him to figure it out.

Read under the cut, or on ao3 here!

“Was this a coven of hoarders?” Sam complains as he lugs yet another box of dusty items out of the secluded cabin. Morning mist plays around his boots as he stomps across the damp grass toward Baby. 

Dean follows him with his own armful of stuff, wrapped securely in a bedsheet so none of it touches his skin. Something sharp digs into his forearm and he adjusts his stance. “At least Rowena’s minions took care of the witches. I really didn’t feel like gettin’ hexed today.” 

The Impala’s backseat is piled high with the coven’s enormous stash of (all undoubtedly cursed) items by the time they take off. Before they leave, they ward the cabin from prying eyes just as a precaution, and it disappears from view before them as Dean backs Baby away down the bumpy forest road. 

“Ugh, this is gonna be days of inventory,” he grumbles. “We gotta make a snack pit stop. And we’re out of coffee.” 

Sam nods as he makes notes on a scrap of paper. “I called Cas earlier. He’s gonna meet us at the Bunker. You know how fast he is at cataloging.”

“He picked up the phone?” Dean hopes his voice doesn’t betray his surprise. “Thought he was on that werewolf hunt with Claire.” 

 Sam shrugs. “Guess they wrapped it up last night.”

“Well. Cool.” Rain starts to patter against the windshield as Dean pulls Baby onto the highway. “Guess we’ll see him, then.” 

The prospect of their enormous task suddenly doesn’t seem like such a drag anymore. 

~~~~~~

Dean’s eyes burn and he rubs them for the umpteenth time this evening. Finishing up the documentation of the vials he just packed away, he slips his hands back into the heavy, warded gloves they use for inventory and dives back into the box in front of him. 

Beside him, Castiel lifts a pair of tweezers and inspects them with a squint. “Dean, what do you think — simple personal hygiene product or cursed object?” he asks, waving the tweezers at him. 

Dean takes them and mutters a revelation incantation. Nothing happens, and he purses his lips. “Dunno. Do we wanna risk it?”

“I’d rather not be magically pinched,” Castiel admits, and the tweezers go into the warded box at their feet. Castiel makes a note of them in their log. 

Across the table, Sam yawns. “Ugh, I’m about ready to call it a night. Gonna do one more, I think.” He tugs a pair of old handcuffs out of his box. “Oh, damn.” 

Dean laughs. “Kinky witches.”

The cuffs are obviously vintage; tarnished gold and with more of a horseshoe shape than modern ones. They glint in the light as they dangle from Sam’s gloved fingers. He inspects them and mutters a few incantations, but nothing happens. 

“Hmm. There’s a symbol on each of them, looks like intertwined hearts, but I haven’t seen it before.” 

Cas and Dean lean over the table to look, and Dean sketches out the double-heart pattern onto a notepad for reference.

“Hey Cas, can you hold these for a sec? I’m gonna grab the spell inspection potion.” Sam holds the handcuffs out and Cas reaches across the table. He grasps the other side of the cuffs, and—

A bang. A blinding purple light. 

Dean throws an arm over his face and gropes for Cas through the glimmering mist left in the wake of the light. Sam coughs and Dean’s eyes burn as his hand finds Cas’ arm. “You guys okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam splutters. “Cas? Oh— Cas. I— uh—” 

The mist thins, and Dean squints at the scene in front of him. Cas is sprawled across the table, left arm still extended out to Sam, but his hand is limp, and around his wrist, just above the glove, is the handcuff. The other side is attached to Sam’s right wrist. As they all watch, the handcuffs glow once more, then dim. 

“Um,” Castiel says. He weakly shakes his arm. The chain clinks. “It appears we’re stuck.”

“How’d that even happen?” Sam asks, brow furrowed. “Are you hurt?”

“No. Are you?”

Sam shakes his head. “I feel fine. The metal’s not affecting my skin, either. We can probably take off our gloves.” 

“What kinda enchantment does that?” Dean wonders, watching as Sam and Cas slide off their heavy gloves. 

“I wonder if it’s just what it seems — a really powerful restraining spell built into the locking mechanism.” Sam fumbles for a spellbook just out of his reach, then pauses and looks up at Cas. “You might want to scoot over here. Looks like we’re gonna have to stick close for a bit.”

“Of course.” Castiel stands, and, one arm still stretched across the table, maneuvers himself and his chair away from Dean and around to the other side, to settle in next to Sam. Their arms rest next to each other on the table, knuckles practically touching, and Dean— Dean just stares. 

He’s not sure why, exactly, he’s getting heartburn from the sight of his brother cozying up to Cas. They’re cursed. But then Sam twists slightly in his chair and reaches behind him for something, and the whole long line of his back leans against Cas’ arm and chest. 

Dean’s knee hits the table with a resounding thud. “Let’s break this damn curse,” he blurts loudly. 

Cas and Sam both look at him. 

“That’s the plan,” Sam says, with a lingering side-eye that clearly says what’s your problem? “But we got lucky. Of the curses we could’ve been hit with, this one’s not bad at all.”

“No,” Castiel agrees. “I don’t mind being stuck to you for a while.”

Dean has never dived into research so quickly. 

~~~~~~

They find nothing. Two long hours pass with them flipping through tome after tome, Dean retrieving books from the library at Sam’s request so he and Cas don’t have to navigate moving together too much. They find no sign of the strange heart symbol, and no other counter-incantations meant for locking spells yield any results.

Midnight crawls by, and Sam eventually rubs his eyes with his free hand. “Man, I need to sleep or I’ll be useless tomorrow.”

Castiel nods and yawns as well. “That last hunt with Claire exhausted me.”

“Let’s call it a night, then.” Sam closes his book. 

Dean watches them with wide eyes, mouth slightly open. “But, uh— sleeping. Where. How?”

“My bed’s plenty big,” Sam tells him, very slowly, as if explaining something to a child. Then he turns to Cas with raised eyebrows. “Unless you prefer your room, of course, Cas.”

“I have no preference,” Cas responds pleasantly.

Dean sputters. “But— Eileen—”

“—is at Donna’s for at least another three days,” Sam interrupts. “And why would she care? Stop being weird.” 

He and Cas navigate pushing their chairs back and standing up simultaneously. Sam has to walk with shorter strides than usual to match Cas’, and they wobble to the door.  

“We can grab your pillow on our way. We’ll probably have to share a blanket since— well.” Sam lifts their closely connected wrists. “But my comforter’s pretty big.”

He and Cas leave the room together, bidding Dean goodnight on their way, and Dean stands there and watches them go with a half-assed wave.

Two more hours pass before his vision’s officially too blurry to keep reading. 

The crack under Sam’s bedroom door is dark when he passes by, and something twists, cold and sour, in his chest.

~~~~~~

It’s been nearly three months since Jack pulled Cas out of the Empty, the culmination of months of negotiations, fruitless break-in attempts, and every type of summoning ritual Dean and Sam could cook up. Dean’s still not totally sure how Jack convinced the Entity to release Cas, but one morning the young God appeared in their kitchen, with a semi-unconscious — and human — Castiel slumped against him. 

After the initial round of shock and exclamations, they revived Cas in the infirmary. When his blue eyes finally blinked open and he frowned with that trademark confusion, that’s when the joy set in — the utter, breath-shaking joy that had Dean hugging Cas harder and longer than he’d ever dared before. He pressed his face into Cas’ neck and clutched at the back of his shirt and kind of laugh-sobbed while Cas wound his arms around him and squeezed back. 

Jack had to take off, eventually, but not before Sam and Dean reminded him to check in once in a while. They then quickly made sure Cas’ room was ready for him (Dean hadn’t gone in there since— well. It was dusty). That first night, Cas slept fourteen hours straight. 

They fell into a relaxed routine, with Castiel relearning how to be human, and Dean and Sam taking a pause on hunting to simply spend time with the friend they’d tried so long to save. They watched countless movies, Dean taught Cas how to make burgers, they visited Jody and Donna and the girls (Claire was the first call Dean made after Cas returned, and she hugged him nearly as hard as Dean had). 

It was the most content Dean’s ever been. Of course, Castiel’s last words hummed in the back of his mind, a constant echo that he studiously avoided talking about, but Cas didn’t mention anything either, so Dean figured that somehow, miraculously, he’d been spared having to bare any of his confused heart. He could just enjoy this time with the person he— anyway. Cas was finally here. That's all Dean wanted.

Cas did say that happiness was in just being, after all. That worked out well for Dean, who wasn’t sure what he wanted with Cas. Being seemed easy enough, for now. 

Then, one morning, Claire called Cas and asked if he'd be interested in hunting with her for a bit. Kaia was taking a short break, and Jody wouldn’t let Claire hunt without a partner. Cas, of course, was touched that Claire thought of him and agreed right away. 

Dean wasn’t gonna stand in the way of that, now was he? So he plastered on a supportive mask and put together a bag of weapons for Cas, even as heart plummeted. 

He knew it had been too good to be true. Castiel never stayed. He was stupid to think it might’ve been different this time. Silly.

Dean handed Cas a duffel bag, patted him on the shoulder, and sent him on his way.

They’ve seen him twice since then. 

~~~~~~

“Morning, Dean,” Sam says as footsteps shuffle into the kitchen. Dean’s slumped at the table, hands wrapped around a hot mug of coffee and head resting on an open book. “Did you stay up all night?”

“I got my four hours,” Dean mutters against the page. 

Sam makes a sound that’s half sigh, half snort. “You know me and Cas are fine, right? This isn’t a life or death case. You can sleep.”

Dean cracks open his eyes and glares at his brother, who’s leaning against the counter, shoulder-to-shoulder with a sleep-rumpled Castiel. They’re each holding a mug in their non-manacled hand. 

“I just want to give you your freedom, is that so bad?”

“I appreciate the effort,” Cas says with a small smile. His hair’s wild, and Dean realizes with a sick pang that he’s wearing different pants from last night. Visions of him and Sam getting changed while attached by a six-inch-long chain flash vividly and unbidden through his brain. 

God, why hadn’t Sam handed him the cuffs? Better yet, why hadn’t Dean found them, and then handed them to Cas—

Oh.

Dean freezes with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth. 

Well. That explains the heartburn. 

"Dean? You good?" Sam's voice floats through the rushing in Dean's ears. 

Just having an existential crisis about the man who confessed his love to me, that's all.

"Yep. So good." The words sound forced as fuck, but it's the best he can do. "Any ideas on how to tackle this today? Really haven't found anything in the lore." 

The handcuffed duo shuffle over to the table, and Sam grabs a chair to place it right up next to Cas’. They settle in next to each other, forearms touching. Dean chugs some coffee.

“We’re not sure,” Cas says. “We talked about it last night, and tried some more manual techniques as well, but at this point it’s unclear what the enchantment even is.”

Trying very hard to push the thought of Sam and Cas engaging in nighttime manual techniques, Dean gets up to start a batch of pancakes. “Can we get in touch with Rowena? She tipped us off about the coven in the first place.”

“I’ll try a blood call later,” Sam says, taking a sip from his mug. “Oh, Cas, I thought of a spell that can get us out of our shirts without having to cut them. And after breakfast we should figure out how to take a shower like this.”

Dean cracks an egg so hard that some droplets fly straight off the counter. As he starts beating the pancake batter, he sends a fervent, pleading prayer down to Hell that Rowena will come put him out of his misery. 

~~~~~~

Turns out Hell’s busy these days, or some shit, because Rowena does not answer Sam’s various attempts to make contact. Two days pass, and Dean is slowly reaching the end of his rope. Everywhere he goes, it’s Cas and Sam on the couch, Cas and Sam sharing a blanket, Cas and Sam in the backseat. They brush their teeth side by side, lean into one another at the table after a long evening of research, and Dean even catches Sam adjusting the collar of Cas’ shirt a couple times. 

He can’t stop his stupid brain from imagining what it’d be like if he were in Sam’s place. Sleeping in the same bed as Cas, that dark hair just inches from his own, feeling the blanket rise and fall with Cas’ breaths. Having Cas next to him all the time — watching movies, cooking dinner, working on Baby in the garage. Knowing Cas wouldn’t take off at any second.

The more he watches them, the more he thinks. And the more he thinks, the more he panics.

At this point, he’s past denying to himself that he wants Cas — not just in being, but in being together, in having, goddammit. And that means that if he ever wants a shot at happiness, he’s gonna have to talk to Cas. Gonna have to try to reciprocate, in his own ungraceful way, what Cas said to him. And hope that it’ll be enough.

On the third morning, they’re back in the library again, Cas on the phone with Claire to see if she can ask around about the heart symbol, Dean texting with Eileen about the same thing (Eileen finds the whole situation hilarious and expresses deep regret that she’s not there to witness it), and Sam hunched over his copper summoning bowl once more, muttering at the rippling surface of his own blood and trying to get through to Rowena. 

For his part, Dean has taken to avoiding looking at Cas and Sam as much as possible, just to quiet the bitter surges in his gut whenever he sees them. 

He’s about to suggest they break for an early lunch, when there’s a poof across the room, followed by a saccharine “Well, hello, boys.”

They all startle and look up to see Rowena striding towards them, her long red gown gliding behind her. “Haven’t you gotten yourselves into a pickle?”

“Rowena, finally, ” Sam says in relief. He and Cas lift their shackled hands. “Any chance you know how to get us out of these?”

“Hello to you too, Samuel,” Rowena says primly, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. She bops Cas on the nose with her index finger and leaves him blinking in confusion. Dean gets a wave and a wink, which he returns with a small sarcastic smile.

Rowena then lifts the chain of the handcuffs with perfectly manicured fingers and inspects it. “Hmm. It appears you have stumbled upon an item from my personal collection!” She laughs airily. “Ah, these cuffs have seen many a delightful dalliance…”

“That means you can open ‘em, right?” Dean interrupts, trying very hard to ignore the implications.

Rowena tuts at him and traces the heart symbol. “Unfortunately… no.” 

“What?” Sam furrows his brow. “What’s it going to take?”

“Well,” Rowena says, drawn-out and exaggerated, as she takes a seat on the edge of the table. “You see, I used these for rather particular, intimate activities, and to ensure that I’d have a fulfilling night, the restrained party would have to— how do I put this delicately?” She taps her chin. “Well, they would have to reach a peak of satisfaction before the handcuffs would release them.”

Dean feels like the chair’s been kicked out from under him. “Oh, hell no.”

Cas just squints. “The handcuffs unlock upon orgasm?”

“Yes, dearie.” Rowena nods. “Of course, they were meant for use by one individual at a time, so I can’t say if you and Sammy will need to ring the bell simultaneously, if you will, or if one of you achieving org—”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Sam blurts, harried, cheeks flaming. His eyes dart over at Dean, who’s sitting there glued in place, not breathing. “Um. Oh, god. Okay. Cas, I think we should— we should go to my room, and— and figure out logistics, and then— then just forget this ever happened.”

Cas nods gravely, though he also glances at Dean, and there’s something in his eyes like… regret? “Yes. We’ll forget about it after.”

They each take a breath, then stand up together, much more graceful now that they’ve practiced for a few days. Sam looks ill, like he’s on his way to witness an execution. Dean’s brain wars between shouting at them to stop and simply ceasing to function, and it seems like option two is winning out. 

They make it three steps toward the door before Rowena suddenly breaks out into peals of laughter, torso shaking and head thrown back. “Oh, boys, you are so gullible.” 

All three of them stare at her. Dean’s heart pounds amid his confusion. Rowena just shakes her head with mirth. “That was a fun little experiment. Now come here. Of course I have keys to my own handcuffs.” She produces a chain from her cleavage, on which dangles a key with the same heart-symbol. 

“You’re kidding me,” Sam says, flat and unamused. Dean finally breathes again.

“Oh, forgive me a bit of amusing torture. It’s ingrained now, with my new job.” Rowena beckons them over and lines up the head of the key with the symbol on the cuffs. They glow purple again, and with a click, Sam and Cas are free. They quickly step apart, rubbing at their wrists.

“That last part was unnecessary,” Castiel says. “But thank you for getting us out of this predicament.”

“Cas is a lot more charitable than me,” Dean nearly growls. 

“Oh, Dean.” Rowena tucks the key, and somehow the handcuffs, back into her cleavage. “I hope you learned something from all this.” She winks again, and then with another poof, she’s gone.

The three of them stand there and stare at each other for a long, long moment. Then Sam lets out a huge breath, slaps his thigh, and says, “All right. I’m going to Donna’s. No offense, Cas, but I’m ready for some space.”

“None taken,” Cas says mildly. “Tell her and Eileen hello from me.”

“See ya,” Sam mutters awkwardly to Dean as he passes, and Dean grunts in return.

And then it’s just Dean and Cas. 

“That was strange,” Cas comments as he cleans away Sam’s bowl and starts to organize the books strewn across the table. “I’m glad I didn’t have to orgasm in front of Sam.”

Dean, slightly strangled, just says, “You’re glad?”

Cas tilts his head at him. “Of course. You’re the only one with whom I’m interested in engaging in sexual activities.” 

Dean can do nothing but nod blankly, tiny jerks of the chin, as he processes. 

Cas said "I love you." And he also wants to have sex. Both of those things. 

"You gotta stick around if you want that," Dean says, before his brain catches up. Well, Cas has laid out his cards pretty damn clearly. Dean can probably stand to reveal some of his hand.

Cas' lips curl into a pleased smile. "Luckily, my time hunting with Claire has come to an end."

"You're comin' back?" An embarrassing little edge of hope creeps into Dean's voice. He leans against the table as Cas skirts around the chairs and stops right in front of him. They're nearly chest-to-chest; Dean can feel Cas' body heat through their t-shirts. His shoulders really are broad. Dean flushes. 

"You want me to stay?" Cas murmurs, voice deep and rough.

Maybe Dean can still work up to the talking part of all of this. It seems like Cas is on board to start this thing, and Dean's not about to pass up. So he settles for sharing the first of his confessions.

"Yeah," he breathes. "I do." 

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

My Birthday Supernatural Dabbles for Readers and Followers

Today is my birthday and I thought I would give YOU a present. I am still getting the hang of writing, so I thought I would try this out. Please read the instructions below and send me an ASK. It may take me a few days but I will get to all my asks regarding this.

Below is a list of prompts and a list of Supernatural main and supporting characters that I will write for.

Instructions: Please provide one to thee (1-3) prompts and which character(s), one to three (1-3) of them a well. If it’s a preferred ‘ship,’ please let me know and I will do my best. 😊

Characters: (choose up to 3)

Reader

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Bobby Singer

Castiel

Charlie

Mary Winchester

Crowley

Sheriff Jody Mills

Claire

Alex

Rowena

Prompts: (choose up to 3)

I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.

Why are you helping me?

You could have gotten yourself killed! (But I didn’t!)

You have to leave. Right now.

Trust me.

You’re in love with her.

Watch me

I don’t believe you

It’s okay I’m here

Everything is okay

I’m going to protect you

Why can’t you love me back?

I have nothing left to give.

How could you do this to me? After all we’ve been through.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

This isn’t your fault okay? I promise.

I’m scared. What if someone finds out about us?

What were you thinking?

Don’t you know who I am? (Yeah, I just don’t care.)

I can’t believe you would do this to me! After everything I’ve done for you!

I can’t even look at you!

Stop coming back

I thought we were family.

There was never an us.

Do you want me to stop?

I fucked up. (No shit).

You’re hurting me.

I can’t live without you

You can’t sleep yet kid. I need you to stay awake.

If something were to happen to you… I don’t think I could take it.

Why not? (Because I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.)

If I never see you again, just know that I love you.

Was I really that drunk?

I made a bet. I lost..

Whose side are you on?!

I wish you were here.

Pretend to be my date.

I can explain.

I’m sick of being useless, let me help.

I thought you were dead.

You look cute when you’re sleepy.

I can’t lose you.

Shh. Stop fussing I’m just braiding your hair

I might have slept with your robe while you were gone

You are my new pillow

It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway

I heard you talking in your sleep

We’ll do dishes together

Did you just kiss me?

I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water

Why do you run away from your problems all the time?

You can’t keep it all inside you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good

You’re not good for me

I had to get new bedding because I couldn’t lay in it without you there.

Our song came on and I needed to talk to you after I heard it

You made that choice, not me. You’re in this alone

Picnic date

It’s been too long since you really laughed/smiled

Back then I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me… I needed to protect you from me

Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself

What are you doing in my shirt? (I’m cold)

I want you. Only you.

Don’t shut me out

Give me one single reason why I shouldn’t leave

Are you drunk?

People are staring

How much of that did you see?

You’re mine.

Make me

I’d keep quiet unless you want to get caught

Instead of staring you could join.

Oh bite me. (Where?)

Don’t make me pull over… that’s it.

The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh or face

I’m going to remember this moment when I’m jerking off later (why not find me for the real thing?)

Let’s add to your mind porn collection

Can I?

Please, Sir/Ma’am/Daddy

If you don’t like me teasing then why are you moaning?

Pay attention to me

Say…Sir,understood?

If only you knew

What the hell?

Truth or dare?

I’m going to enjoy this far too much.

Tag list:

@fluffiest-dreams @myloversgone @riley-phoenix

[myselfshipi]

I learned this is not a scene you want to come upon in the bunker, ever!

Especially when you’re the actual magic user and they’re stuck on a problem, you know Sam has already been researching through the whole library and internet but he is stuck. They’re gonna come to you and somehow they are hoping you have an answer they don’t know.

The problem is my answer in the situation is a phone call to this level bird:

And she’s just gonna be haughty about the info and go:

I love and hate her.

I actually think I love her more than I hate her. She is like the aunt I never knew I could love to hate, ya know?

Anyway, yeah, so, that’s Rowena for you.

[aesthetic-babyyy]

I can’t lose you~ Dean Winchester imagine

The guys and Y/N had just finished the hunt in Jericho they'd  found the women in white and we were able to get rid of her, they were able to get a lead on the boys father too he left co ordinates for Dean to follow *35-111* "okay so the co-ordinates lead to black water ridge Colorado" Y/N said, the map lad out on her lap in the back of the impala, "sounds great how far is that" Dean asked peeking his eyes to rear view mirror to catch her eyes "looks like 600 miles from here" she gave him a gentle smile and he turned his attention back to the dark road ahead "wow if we haul ass we could get there by tomorrow morning" Y/N noticed Sam tense up in front of her his shoulders froze in place as he took a deep breath "Dean...I-" Dean was quick to interrupt "your not coming with us huh?" She could tell this was upsetting him she tried to catch his eyes once again but he was keeping his focus on driving probably trying to ignore the elephant in the room "Dean my interview is in like 10 hours I really gotta be there" Dean finally turned to sam and sighed "yeah, whatever I'll take you home", the rest of the drive remained silent as no one really knew what to say.

***

They'd  finally made it to Sam's apartment where they were all out to say their goodbyes, Sam was grabbing his bag from the back seat and turned to Dean "Can you call when you get to him" Sam asked looking at Dean who kept his gaze to the ground only half glancing to Sam's face "yeah I will... ya know Sammy, the three of us made a hell of a team back there" Dean spoke trying to convince his brother to come with us " yeah we definitely did but I gotta go to this interview man, it's important" Sam smiled at his brother hoping he's understand, which Dean did deep down. Y/N walked over to give Sam a quick goodbye hug to which he reciprocated by wrapping the arm that wasn't holding his bag around her waist holding her in a friendly hug "bye Sam your gonna do great tomorrow, make sure to let us know how it works out" Sam pulled away "bye Y/N, thank you I'll let you guys know as soon as I find out, bye Dean" Sam said giving Dean a quail nod to which Dean returned "bye Sammy". Dean and Y/N watched as Sam walked up to the door of his apartment "you gonna be okay baby" she asked turning to Dean rubbing her  hand up and down his arm for comfort. He looked down giving a small but genuine smile "yeah, I'm okay sweetheart come on let's get going" he said leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the lips "okay let's go".

***

Dean has just started the car when he was pulling the keys out quickly "Dean, everything okay?" He has a worried but confused look on his face "I don't know something not right" the hunters both turned to look around see if something was around, Y/N caught a glimpse of a bright amber glow from Sam's apartment and gasped quickly getting out of the car "oh my good Dean!" He turned and caught what she had saw and they were quickly running up the stairs where Dean was kicking Sam's apartment door down "Sam?!" They yelled, they heard yelling from the bedroom "Jess!" Sam yelled his voice breaking Y/N looked up and saw Jess pinned to the ceiling her stomach was bleeding from the middle as the flames over took her body with tears in her eyes Dean and Y/N grabbed a distraught Sam and ran out the apartment before it erupted into flames.

***

The college campus was covered in news reporters and the fire department, sam looked broken, Dean spent the last hour comforting him which had calmed sam down for the most part, now he was just angry and had a determined look in his eye "we got work to do" he said slamming the trunk to the impala shut. They got on the road pretty quick after that, Dean spent the next 4 hour drive catching Y/N's eyes in the mirror, it had been a rough night and they were all exhausted physically and emotionally so they decided it was best to pull into the next motel, the somber  hunters walked to the front desk to get their rooms "hi two rooms please" Dean said placing a credit card on the table "not a problem sir, you guys are in rooms 14 and 16, here are your room keys" the receptionist said handing Dean two cards.

***

Dean and Y/N were in their room, getting ready for bed Y/N was changing into one of deans old sabbath shirts and taking her black jeans off, Dean just took off his jeans leaving him in his black shirt and a pair of boxers, they  hadn't really spoke about what happened, but she could tell it was weighing on him. Dean and Y/N were slipping into the bed after doing the usual safe checks and turning the lights off, Dean was turning on his side, wrapping his arm around her waist tightly and pulling Y/N towards him, Dean has always been affectionate when going to bed but tonight felt different, he was holding her as tight as possible to his chest and his breathing was a little uneven like he was trying to keep control,  "dean?" She whispered hoping he was still awake "yeah?" He whispered back, his voice wavering, Y/N turned in his arms so she was looking at his face which had small silent tears running down it "oh baby I know this must be so hard for you to see your brother going through, we're gonna find whatever bastard did that to Jessica and we're gonna make it suffer" Y/N said wiping the tears from his cheek "that's not the first time something like that's happened to our family" he said as quietly as possible before he continued "remember I told you about my dad and how he's hunting the demon that killed my mom, the yellow eyes demon he calls it" Y/N was stunned, Dean didn't usually talk about his childhood like this or really at all "yeah?" She swallowed afraid of deans answer "well it's gotta be the same demon that killed Jess, that's exactly how my mom died, even down to the bleeding" he said more tears making there way down his face "oh Dean I'm so sorry you had to see that" Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug and he tightened his hold around her more than he had before "I just can't lose you Y/N, this bastard has taken my mom from my dad, Jess from Sam, what if it tries to take you from me" he cried softly. Y/N pulled away from the hug placing her hands on deans  face his green eyes looking into her  Y/E/C ones "Dean. Nothing will ever take me away from you, I swear nothing will ever come between us" Dean looked down licking his lips "you can't promise that sweetheart" she leaned in catching his plump lips in a soft kiss sobbing each emotion she was feeling into it, Dean was kissing back just as strongly one of his hands trailing up her back and running his fingers through her hair, Y/N pulled away from the kiss a few moments later leaning her forehead against his taking in deep breathes "I can and I do promise Dean because I love you and I would drag my ass back from heaven or hell wherever the hell a hunter ends up just come back to you" Dean smiled a small chuckle escaping his lips "i know you would your too stubborn not be wrong... I love you too sweetheart more than anything" Dean and Y/N shared one final kiss before she laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes and falling asleep listening to the rhythm of Deans heart beat, his arms never lost there tightness that night wanting to feel as close to her as possible to protect her from the demon that wouldn't stop terrorising his family for the last 23 years.

(Gif is from google)

[luna-writes-stuff]

The types my favourite Supernatural characters would fall for:

Includes Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Jack Kline, Crowley, and Rowena Macleod

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Sam Winchester:

Surprisingly, I don’t think Sam would go for a nerd, or a bamf. No, I think he loves the gentle people most. Those who - regardless of whether or not they know about monsters - see the good in everything. Those who share a positive mindset and manage to smile through every situation. Sam has been through hell and back, and he needs that place of solitude more than he cares to admit. Someone he can run to who he knows will make him feel better. Comforting arms, gentle words, reassuring kisses: he craves those things more than anything. And he will damn well do anything he can to keep you safe from all those things he fights against. God forbid you are the one to be faced with those evils. His face always seems to light up upon seeing you. He has this habit of walking to you and wrapping his arms around you, lifting you off the ground slightly. But when he is exhausted, or something goes wrong, he will saunter, place an arm around your waist and pull you in for a side hug, his face buried in your hair, simply grateful to be back home. With you. He needs those things and we all know it.

——

Dean Winchester:

Now, Dean is the exact person to fall head over heels for nerds. People who can kick ass? Sure. But someone who knows a lot of things about a lot of different subjects? Very attractive. We all know Dean is somewhat of a nerd himself - we’ve seen it on multiple occasions - but he buries it deep down. But once you start rambling about a book series you love, or a game you’re really into, 90% chance he’ll give it a go behind your back. When you find out, he always plays the “so I can talk along” card, but let’s be honest: he’s genuinely curious. It sounds so stupid and nerdy, he wants to know what it is all about. Opposite of him, you love books. Unfortunately, he used to take advantage of this. He’d let you do all the reading while he sits in the chair beside you. Doing nothing. But he’s learned to love research with you. Somehow, it is very calming to him. He tends to let go of his emotions easier when it’s the two of you nose deep in books. And that’s something so delicate to you, because you know how Dean can be during these times. It is a sign he trusts you a lot.

——

Charlie Bradbury:

Golden retriever girlfriend golden retriever girlfriend golden retriever girlfriend golden retr-. She has a lot of nerdy hobbies, if you will. But if you are willing to participate in them, she’ll do a double take. In her eyes, you had always been attractive, but she is awkward, so she pushed those feelings down. But now you are actually interested in playing a game of DnD with her? Maybe she is over analysing things, and you are just being polite. But one event turns into two, which turns into three, which turns into four. And when she announced your fifth shared event with Dean, he’s had enough. He is the one to actually encourage Charlie to ask you out. In his words “grow a pair and get it over with”. Very inspiring. So, that day, she starts stumbling over her words. Anxiety overload. And that’s when you interrupt her and ask her out for dinner. A dinner as in a dinner date. And after that, everything just happens on its own. You don’t care what Charlie comes up with, as long as she doesn’t have to do it alone. And for her to have someone to share her interests with, is all she could really ask for. It makes her so happy, it becomes difficult to contain. All in a good manner, of course.

——

Castiel:

You guys know Folklore/Evermore (you should)? Cas would definitely be attracted to someone with those vibes. Someone calm and gentle, very laid back, bookwise, and imaginative. Perhaps an author, or a musical s/o. Someone who outs expressions and emotions through art. The look of focus and dedication on your face is simply so entrancing. Oftentimes, he’ll simply sit beside you and stare at you while you work. At first, it was very distracting and made you grow all flustered, but you got used to the feeling. Now, instead of intruding, it is soothing. He’d met you through Sam and Dean, who you knew in your youth. They kept in touch. And then one day he shows up in the middle of your bedroom, claiming he would bring you somewhere safe. And just like that, you had found yourself in the bunker. The boys had been hunting a pack of werewolves with a grudge against the Winchesters. And they had found out about you. As the pair was out, you and Cas got to know each other fairly well, and things just took off from there. He claims your works are some of the best his father ever created, and that he can spend hours looking at them, or listening to them. And he will. He actually keeps an entire journal with ideas he finds throughout his life and offers it to you, hoping to help you somehow. It’s endearing.

——

Gabriel:

Gabriel has seen some stuff, okay. He has heard and seen stories happen throughout many lifetimes. And he’s always been a sucker for a good story. If you are an author or bookworm, he’d grow enthusiastic at the thought. Sure, he loves looks, but he has a soft spot in his heart to those who love stories as much as he does. That entire Casanova attitude drops when he’s around you. He’s gentle, careful, almost as if you are the most precious cargo in the world. You have to share your works with him, would you have them. He wants to know everything he can, and everything you are willing to share with him. Read any good books? Tell him all about it. In detail. Rant about it, he doesn’t care. Late nights are spent on either the couch or on the bed. His head is in your lap as you drown yourself in a good book, reading aloud to him as he hums occasionally, letting you know he is still reading. And in exchange, he’ll tell you the things he has seen (though, only the good things). His entire personality seems to change around you, and is something he is so grateful for.

——

Lucifer:

Lucifer isn’t usually the type to fall in love quickly. But it’s all about playful banter with him. You dare argue back to him? You’re lucky you’re cute. Your initial meeting was after the whole Amara debacle, and - suffice to say - you were pissed when you saw him. You full-out shouted in his face, pointing accusing fingers and yelling words you probably shouldn’t. And he just smiled. He’d probably say something along the lines of “you’re adorable when you yell”. Now, that pisses you off even more. It takes some before you finally have a good conversation with him. And that’s when you realise, he might not even be that bad of a guy. If anything, you are the one who argues back and forth with him because you know he loves it. It’s that playful and loving mocking, you know? He lives for it and you know it. That satisfied smirk? Those joyful eyes? That’s all admiration, darling. He is taken with you from your first shouting match at him. “Asshole” “Minx” “Mister ‘I like to make others feel bad because it makes me feel good’” “Who am I? ‘I like to pile up all my emotions and stuff them down somewhere until I explode’” “You insufferable prick” “Your insufferable prick ;)”

——

Jack Kline:

Jack loves a person who lives more in the present. He worries a lot. Like, an unnecessary amount. There’s a lot of things swirling in his mind constantly. He needs a significant other who will take him on walks in nature. Someone to take him shopping just for the fun of it. Spontaneous dinner dates, taking the car to a random destination, changing the rooms just because they can. Someone who is spontaneous enough to drag him with them constantly. He needs the distractions, whether he likes to admit it or not. But he goes with you willingly. Regardless of what you say or offer; his answer always seems to be ‘yes’. He has fallen for you the moment he set eyes on you. He didn’t even know what that feeling was at first. It led to a very uncomfortable conversation with Dean. He said things he probably shouldn’t have said to Jack. He feels inexplicably happy around you, as if all worries and care simply disintegrate in your presence. It’s so relaxing to him, he doesn’t find himself wanting to part with you anytime soon. He is smitten with you and everyone can see it.

——

Crowley:

Crowley appreciates honesty more than he lets on. Does he lie? Yes. Does he do it on a daily basis? Yes. Would he lie to you? Only if he had to to protect you from something. But he needs a break from that constant nagging from demons, or the calling of the Winchesters. He needs a place to rant and sigh. Someone who he could explain all his irritations towards. But he wants that person to actually form a conversation with that person. Not just be heard, but also receive caring words. Honest words for when he needs it most. But, besides those moments, he needs someone with somewhat of an intimidating atmosphere around them. This already comes naturally when seeing Crowley, but you need that neutral face, set in stone, safe for when it’s just the two of you. Someone who can help him with difficult decisions or orders. But also someone compassionate enough to slow him down at times. Ironically, the Winchesters really like you. Crowley hates it.

——

Rowena Macleod:

Rowena is a lady and she loves to be reminded of it: take her out on dates, buy her flowers, engulf her in affection and offer her compliments on the daily. She returns the gestures twice as much. I mean, she puts spells on you just to make sure you are okay. That spell she uses for herself so she cannot die easily? She will 10/10 do that on you too. Once she finds someone to settle for, someone she truly loves, she’ll do anything for that person. Your opinion and well-being comes first, always. It’s almost as poetic as swans; she can and will dedicate her life to you. The Winchesters didn’t even know about you until Lucifer got out to look for his son. Rowena hid at your place after she was burned. You were her one safe place and she did not hesitate to run to you. She is the person to put her life on the line if it meant getting you to safety. Hell, even Crowley was in it for as long as he could. And he did a great job, because - when he was still alive - the Winchesters never found out about you. Rowena is the type to be all domestic with someone: A home, a cat, cooking in kitchens - though she does love fancy restaurants. At first you wouldn’t really believe it, but she would love to get settled down somewhere. As long as it means she gets to keep her craft there as well.

[drfrankensteinvsthequeerborgs]

Sam: "Enough! There will be no new King of Hell. Not today, not ever. And if anybody wants the job, they can come through me."

and that's why Hell has a Queen