#rowena macleod x mary winchester

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Auntie Row

Rowena & Winchester little sister!reader, team free will & Winchester!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Rowena has a soft spot for the Winchester’s little sister, and they get into lots of trouble together (I suck at synopsis, just read the fic it’s better)

Warnings: honestly nothing, time frame makes no sense with reader’s age but 🤷‍♀️

“Rowena, what do you think you’re doing?”

The witch looked up in surprise when the Winchester brothers entered.

“Sammy!” You, the brothers’ six-year-old sister, ran straight to your big brother and giggled when he lifted you into his arms.

“Oh, you’re back,” Rowena said, cringing. “That was quick.”

“Auntie Row is teaching me how to do magic, like Hermione!” You babbled excitedly.

“Rowena…” Dean growled in warning.

“Now now, she’s a growing girl!” Rowena defended herself. “Learning magic is a perfectly natural part of growing up.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Sam scoffed.

“But Sammy!” You whined.

“Nu-uh,” Sam shook his head. “C’mon, it’s about time you had a nap.” He carried you out without another word to Rowena, who huffed dramatically and started to gather her belongings.

“When we said you could watch Y/N—“ Dean began, but Rowena cut him off.

“I know you didn’t mean this, but honestly Dean Winchester, how d’you expect the girl to defend herself if she can’t use magic?”

“She doesn’t have to,” Dean insisted. “We’ll protect her.”

“Oh honestly, you can’t be around her all the time! If she had magic, she could—“

“For the last time Rowena; no.” Dean’s tone left no room for argument.

“Uh, guys.” Sam returned to the room with a slight frown on his face. “Y/N said she wants Rowena to continue her story from last night. She’s refusing to sleep without it.”

“Well,” Rowena smirked. “Duty calls.”

“Hey.” Dean caught Rowena by the arm, and she glared at him. “Magic always comes with a price. I don’t want her to have to pay it.”

Rowena softened.

“I understand, Dean Winchester.”

His grip slackened, and Rowena left to go to you.

…

“I have a little something for you,” Rowena said as she stepped into your room.

“Can we finish the story?” You asked.

“Of course, sweet girl, of course. But first, I want to show you something. You remember that cursed necklace from the story? The one that protected the witch from the angry mob?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded excitedly.

“Well, I think it’s time it protected someone else.” Rowena grinned, unclasping the necklace that was hidden behind her shirt and carefully putting it on you.

“Really?” Your eyes went wide as you stared up at the witch.

“Yes. That will protect you from anyone who wants to harm you. That way you don’t have to use any magic, just like your brothers said.”

“Thank you, Auntie Row,” you breathed sincerely, reverence painting your tone as you admired the glowing red jewel.

Rowena leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“You’re very welcome, sweet thing. Now, let’s finish that story, shall we?”

…

“Kiddo, please, it’s just for a few days,” Sam tried to soothe you, but you still wouldn’t let go of his leg and continued to cry. “Mary’s gonna take good care of you, I promise.”

“I could really help you guys on this one,” Mary argued.

“She needs someone to watch her,” Dean reasoned.

“And why am I the automatic choice?” Mary countered.

“You two are not helping,” Sam said through gritted teeth as he picked you up, letting you lay your head on his shoulder. He hated Mary’s distance from you; you were John’s, but not hers. He understood her reason for not getting close to you, but you were just a little kid, and you didn’t deserve that. Sam just rubbed your back, still trying to soothe you as you continued to sniffle.

“If you boys needed help, you could’ve just asked.”

The three adults turned in surprise at the sound of Rowena’s voice.

“I mean honestly, it’s not like I haven’t babysat before.”

Dean was hesitant. “I don’t know if—“

“Sounds like a plan,” Mary said, going to grab her duffel. She tossed over her shoulder, “now I can help on the hunt!”

“Am I gonna stay with Auntie Row?” You asked Sam, your eyes wide and pleading.

“I…yeah honey, you are,” Sam sighed.

“Yay!” You grinned, wiping your tears away and squirming in Sam’s grip.

“Ok, ok,” Sam chuckled, lowering you to the ground so you could run to Rowena for a hug. “It’s probably best that you guys don’t stay in the bunker.” Sam directed his next words at the witch holding his little sister. “The bunker’s system still goes a little wonky with a witch inside, so one of your safe houses is probably a better idea.”

“That works for me.” Rowena grinned. “How would you like to go to Paris, sweet thing?” She asked you.

“This is a horrible idea,” Dean sighed. But he still grabbed his bag and headed out to Baby anyway.

…

“We’re back!” Sam called as he stepped into the bunker.

“Sammy! De!” You squealed, running to your big brothers and reaching them just as they came down the stairs. Dean scooped you into his arms and held you tight, comforted to see such a happy sight after such a grueling hunt.

“Hey, what’s this?” Sam asked, noticing your outfit.

“Auntie Row took me to shops in Paris, and we got a lot of clothes!” You babbled excitedly as Dean let Sam pull you into his arms.

“You’re spoiling her, Rowena,” Dean chuckled, no longer quite so hesitant about the witch now that he saw how happy you were.

“And she deserves every bit of it,” Rowena said.

…

“Ow!”

“I’m sorry darling, but you must sit still!”

“What’s going on in here?” Sam asked curiously as he stepped into your room to see you and Rowena sitting in front of your vanity.

“I’m trying to do her hair, but she won’t stop squirming,” Rowena explained, running a little pink brush through your hair.

“It’s all knotty!” You whined.

“Well it won’t be in a minute,” Rowena said.

Sam just smiled as he watched you, finally getting experiences that you’d never had before; motherly experiences.

The more he watched, though, the more he noticed how much you were squirming, and how much you seemed to be whining.

“Hey, you seem kinda grumpy, kid. Did you get a nap today?” He asked, coming to stand beside you and Rowena.

“Yeah,” you sniffled.

“You’re kinda pale,” he muttered under his breath, getting on one knee and reaching the back of his hand out to touch your forehead. “Jeez kid, you’re burning up.”

“She’s ill?” Rowena put the brush down and turned your chair around so you were facing her, repeating Sam’s gesture and checking your temperature. “She is quite hot.”

“Hey, let’s get you into some pjs, ok?” Sam suggested, lifting you into his arms. “You should get some sleep.”

“I already had a nap!” You insisted, squirming in Sam’s arms.

“Hey Sammy, I think I found us a case,” Dean said, stepping into your room. “Something wrong?”

“She’s got a fever,” Sam sighed. “You should go without me.”

“Oh nonsense,” Rowena spoke up. “Just leave her with me.”

“I don’t want to leave her when she’s sick,” Sam argued.

“Oh she’ll be fine,” Rowena insisted. “I’ll give her some herbs and she’ll be out like a light, she’ll sleep until you get back.”

“I don’t know…” Sam sighed.

“How about this,” Rowena said. “You put her to bed, and leave once she’s asleep. I’ll watch over her, and I’ll call you if she worsens.”

“Alright.” Sam looked at you. “Is that ok kiddo?”

You nodded sleepily, suddenly not so eager to fight another nap.

“Sammy, my tummy hurts,” you whimpered.

Sam nearly melted at this, more reluctant than ever to leave you.

“I know sweetheart, c’mon let’s get you into some pjs and then you can go to sleep, ok?”

Sam helped you get dressed while Dean packed for the hunt. It didn’t take long to have you tucked into bed, and you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Sam lingered in your doorway, unsure about leaving you like this.

“She’ll be fine,” Rowena soothed the Winchester brother. “She’s asleep, and I’ll call you if anything changes.”

“Alright,” Sam sighed, grabbing the bag that Dean had packed him. “Just…take care of her, ok?”

“Always,” Rowena responded.

And she did. When the Winchester brothers returned, your fever had broken and you were resting on the couch with Rowena, some cartoon playing on the tv.

“Hello boys,” she greeted when she saw them.

“Hey kid.” Sam went straight to you, brushing your hair away from your face. “Are you feeling any better?”

Rowena went to speak to Dean while you answered Sam with a distracted “yeah,” continuing to watch your cartoon.

“Her fever broke,” she explained to him. “I think it’s best if she rests a bit more, though.”

“Thank you, Rowena,” Dean said sincerely. “She really seems to like you.”

Rowena smiled. “She does, doesn’t she?”

…

“Did you have fun?” Sam asked you.

You nodded, finally pulling your gaze from the cartoon.

“Yeah, I like Auntie Row!”

Sam smiled softly.

“I’m glad.”

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

birth plan

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summary: you’re pregnant with castiel’s baby… or is it babies?

pairing: castiel x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.5k

warnings: pregnancy, language, medical inaccuracies i think (i’ve never been pregnant so i don’t think i describe the feeling well)

timeline: this is set in no particular season/episode but there are spoilers for the later seasons (certain characters).

author’s note: i’m basing this off a dream i had - before said dream i never even thought of cas this way at all (gotta love that subconscious, huh?) anyway, i couldn’t stop thinking of this dream so here’s a cas fic :)

when you found out you were pregnant with castiel’s baby you freaked out. not the expected ‘holy fuck there’s a living thing growing inside me’ but more like ‘holy fuck i’m gonna die in a few months cause there’s a tiny angel in my uterus’.

you cried while telling castiel, you were terrified. he assured you he wouldn’t let you die, he promised you would be okay and that the two of you could raise the baby together. if you did live, you had no clue how to raise a kid, or if you even wanted to. you had been raised a hunter and you hated it. when you were six your biggest fear was tornadoes but by the time you were seven your biggest fear was being torn apart by one of the monsters you had learned to fight.

castiel was so happy about the baby, so excited. he knew you would be a fantastic mother and he couldn’t wait to have a baby with you. he knew the baby would be loved unconditionally by so many people, too; you, him, dean, sam, jack, mary, and eileen - all of whom lived in the bunker.

as the months went by the pains grew almost unbearable. you took time away from hunting and had to stay in the bunker. castiel always made sure someone would be in the bunker with you (preferably not alone with jack, who tended to ask questions that scared you - “what if the baby is like me and you have to push a full sized person out” for example). most days cas would stay right next to you but on the rare occasion he needed to be on a hunt, you’d be alone with either eileen, mary, or one of the brothers (rowena visited a couple times, but that was more for trying to find some magical tylenol for the immense pain). you didn’t mind castiel going on hunts, in fact you wished he’d go on more so you wouldn’t feel like you were holding him back.

one morning you woke up and the pain was horrible - it felt like the baby was stabbing you from the inside. castiel tried healing you, but it was no use. the two of you decided an ultrasound was necessary.

“what?” you practically screamed, your eyes wide with fear.

“there must be some kind of mistake?” castiel knotted his brows and stared at the black and white screen in shock.

“no mistake, three heartbeats,” the doctor smiled slightly, wanting to make you feel better, but it obviously did nothing.

“cas i can’t push three kids out!” you whispered. he was holding your left hand in his and standing beside you, his right arm was draped over your shoulder. “cas- castiel i can’t! i- i’m not strong enough! i won’t!” tears were streaming down your face when you turned away from the screen and to the angel.

“could you give us a minute?” cas asked the doctor, she nodded and left. “honey it’s gonna be alright.”

“three baby angels, cas! three! how- how the fuck am i supposed to push three angels out of me, cas?” you were practically sobbing at this point. “i- i’m gonna die, aren’t i?”

“no! no you won’t! i promise you, i will not let you die,” he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back lovingly. “i know this must be scary, triplets is- it’s gonna be painful.” he kissed the crown of your head.

“but three babies! i mean if i do, by some miracle, manage to give birth and survive, how are we gonna raise three kids, cas?” you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him as close to you as you could.

“well, we do have four adults and a nephilim excited to help,” he answered, causing you to laugh lightly. it’s true, you had all the support you could need.

cas drove the two of you back to the bunker and you were met with said four adults and nephilim immediately asking where you had been. the five of them were on a hunt and got back while you and cas were at the ob/gyn. you hadn’t left the bunker in months so they had assumed the worst.

you told them the news and they all reacted differently than you and cas. they were so excited, it made you realized they really wanted to help raise the kids. (infact, they had all began thinking of names and had cleaned out the room next to your’s and cas’ for the babies.)

castiel knew that your pregnancy wouldn’t last as long as a normal pregnancy so he wanted to come up with a birth plan. dean purchased new burner phones for each person that were never to be silenced or turned off and the only people who had the numbers were the seven of you. the second you went into labor, someone near you (or you, if you could) would call castiel immediately. if possible they would also notify the others.

another couple months or so went by. you were due any day now - but you had been due any day for over two weeks. you had gotten somewhat used to the pain and rowena had come up with a simple spell with some herbs that you’d mix with your tea every couple hours to help with the pain. garth had moved into the bunker temporarily - he was a trained doula after having to deliver werewolf pups. rowena moved in temporarily too, but that was more for moral support and pain management.

“cas you haven’t left the bunker in over a month! go on this hunt,” you assured him. it was a hunt close by and he was going to take jack with him.

“promise you won’t go into labor til i get back?”

“i won’t let these kiddos leave,” you smile, patting your stomach playfully. he gave you a peck on the lips before leaving with jack.

a couple hours in, you began getting long, sharp pains every few minutes. rowena was the one who recognized the pains as contractions.

“you’re going into labor, we need to get you to the birth room.” she took your your hand gently but you whipped it away.

“no, no i promised cas i’d wait for him,” you shook your head. “the babies are just gonna have to stay put for a whi- ah!” you scrunched your face in pain, holding your stomach.

“okay, we’ll get cas on the phone, we can pray for jack - they’ll be here before you know it,” she tried to reason with you and motioned you to follow her. you shook your head vigorously and didn’t move your feet, absolutely terrified of what was about to happen.

“holy shit,” your eyes widened, cloudy with tears. “my water- i think my water just broke!” you both looked down. “that’s- that’s broken water!”

“exactly hun, you’re going into labor you need to let me help you to the birth room, okay?”

“oh- okay,” you nodded and she helped you to the room. she called out that you were going into labor as she walked you over.

about a month ago the brothers and jack came home to the bunker with a hospital bed from the maternity ward. you didn’t ask how they got it, but you were grateful they did. everyone helped set up the room; towels, blankets, a mini freezer for ice chips, and just about anything you might need while in labor and giving birth.

sam and dean carefully helped you onto the bed. mary called cas and within seconds he and jack were in the room.

“cas!” you smiled, relieved to see him.

“hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked, rushing to your side and tightly holding your hand.

“i’m in pain, cas, i’m about to push three celestial beings out my vagina!” you said dryly.

“right, right, okay it’ll be okay, though,” he kissed your forehead. “you’re gonna be okay. jack’s here and he will keep you alive and well.”

“okay,” you whispered.

“time to start pushing, y/n,” garth announced.

within the hour you had pushed all three babies out. three identical baby boys; with cas’ piercing blue eyes and your winning smile. you were absolutely exhausted, but you were alive. you were holding one baby, cas was holding another, and garth was holding the third.

“so, what’re we naming the little guys?” cas asked, a huge smile on his face and his eyes not moving away from his new baby boy.

“this one’s sam,” you smiled down at the tiny being in your arms. “he’s the biggest.”

“then that makes this little guy dean, he’s a smallest,” cas laughed a little in response. dean would’ve been annoyed at the height joke but he was so honored you were naming a kid after him.

“what about this little guy?” garth asked.

“bobby,” you smiled.

no one went on any hunts for almost two weeks. they all stayed and helped with the babies. baby dean would be named dean jack y/l/n, baby sam would be named samuel charles y/l/n, and baby bobby would be named robert garth y/l/n.

[take-it-on-the-run]

Dean Winchester Playlist

"There ain't no me if there ain't no you."

A/N: Could also be interpreted as 'Being in Love With Dean Winchester'. This has been updated (3/23/24) because Hozier just had to come out with the most perfect song for Dean after I finished his playlist.

House of The Rising Sun // The Animals

My father was a gamblin' man; down in New Orleans

Trouble // Cage The Elephant

Will it come to pass, or will I pass the test?; You know what they say, yeah, the wicked get no rest

Supermassive Black Hole // Muse

You caught me under false pretenses; how long before you let me go?

Too Sweet // Hozier

I think I'll take my whiskey neat; my coffee black and my bed at three; you're too sweet for me

I Bet on Losing Dogs // Mitski

I bet on losing dogs; I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place; by the ring

I Love You So // The Walters

I just need someone in my life to give it structure

Mr. Loverman // Rick Montgomery

The alcohol served its tour; and it's headed straight for my skin; leaving me daft and dim

Cigarette Daydreams // Cage The Elephant

You can drive all night; looking for the answers in the pouring rain

Love Like Ghosts // Lord Huron

I don't feel 'til it hurts sometimes; oh, go on, baby, hurt me tonight

Lover, You Should've Come Over // Jeff Buckley

My body turns; and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come; it's never over

Imaginary Lover // Atlanta Rhythm Section

Imaginary lovers never turn you down; when all the others turn you away, they're around

Working for the Knife // Mitski

I start the day high and end so low; 'cause I'm working for the knife

No Surprises // Radiohead

A job that slowly kills you; bruises that won't heal

Simple Man // Lynyrd Skynyrd

Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself; follow your heart and nothing else

Hey Jude // The Beatles

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool; by making his world a little colder

[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.”

[starlvenus]

Supernatural oneshots :p !!

Hii!! :3

Got into writing again :p and supernatural fics are what i want to write right now!! Im not the most experienced writer so some things may be out of character but i try my best!! Request some stories and ill probably eventually get to them :3 Ill write for almost every character (maybe not John Winchester :p) I write for men and women (ill write for readers with social anxiety as i deal with that as well :3)

If you want a specific gender for the reader just put it in your request (idm writing for any gender :3 + if there is no specified gender it will b gn :p) I will also write platonic stuff whenever its just friends or siblings, or even family stuff (like dad dean etc.)

For things that i wont write are any NSFW, no pregnancy, incest+stepcest, birth related stuff, i also wont write any three ways with the brothers (ex- sam x reader x dean), huge age gaps (1-5 years are fine, a bit iffy on anything else :3), no perverted readers or characters, and just basic gross stuff!!

But yeah anything but those things ill basically write anything!! A sam x reader is currently in the works :3 soo there will be something coming out soon :p

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Blood Sugar Sex Magik

Pollen | Dreams | Fairytales | Zanna | and some things more nefarious.

Pollen

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Prompt: Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys

Words: 1K

Bad Girls Underneath -  Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Dreamy/dreams

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1,100

Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0

Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.

Warnings/tags: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog

Words: 2K

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 620

Fairytales

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

More Nefarious *dubious consent

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Zanna

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

[prpfs]

Hi everyone!! Amelia here again with her usual Supernatural plea for partners … 👻👻 . I had a few issues getting on here for a bit but I am back and looking still. I’m 25+, UK based and active every day on Discord. I would like my partner in crime to be friendly, over 21 and active. Someone who is going to input in the plot had not ghost. Anyway, I’ll get into what I want!!

FANDOM: Supernatural

MY MUSES: Meg Masters, Bela Talbot, Amara, Rowena Macleod, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Charlie Bradbury (Crowley and Lucifer are tester muses for me too)

MOST WANTED OPPOSITES: Castiel ( most wanted opposite for MEGSTIEL pairing but open for Cas x any of my muses), Dean Winchester, Lucifer, Crowley, Gabriel, Jack Kline or Sam Winchester

DOUBLE UP?: No, not looking to do this right now as it has been a little problematic.

I am only looking for the above mentioned, no original characters. i am happy to do multiple storylines but only canon x canon characters.

Give this a like and I will reach out! Thank you ❤️

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[findyourrp]

Hi All, just here with a wee advert to find my SUPERNATURAL fandom family… 👻👻 I finished the show ( I do have to admit that I prefer earlier seasons! ) and have gone right back to rewatch all over again. I’m 25+, UK based and active every day on Discord. I would like my partner in crime to be friendly, over 21 and active. Someone who is going to input in the plot had not ghost. Anyway, I’ll get into what I want!!

FANDOM: Supernatural

MY MUSES: Meg Masters, Bela Talbot, Amara, Rowena Macleod, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Charlie Bradbury. Also happy to try our Crowley and Lucifer as they both are top in my books, just not 100% confident there.

MOST WANTED OPPOSITES: Castiel ( most wanted opposite in a MEGSTIEL pairing but would write any of my muses against Castiel), Dean Winchester, Lucifer, Crowley, Gabriel, Jack Kline or Sam Winchester

DOUBLE UP?: Not looking to double up. This has just not worked out for me so I am now just looking for the above.

I am only looking for canon x canon character pairings right now, nothing against the OC's out there but, again, this has created issues for me so now i have to just say no unless you can persuade me.

Give this a like and I will reach out! Thank you ❤️

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[roleplayfinder]

Hello all!! I'm here with a SUPERNATURAL request as I'm open to writing so many muses … 👻👻 I’m currently on season 14 so have no clue about last season but I am almost there ( I do have to admit that I prefer earlier seasons! ). I’m 25+, UK based and active every day on Discord. I would like my partner in crime to be friendly, over 21 and active. Someone who is going to input in the plot had not ghost. Anyway, I’ll get into what I want!!

FANDOM: Supernatural

MY MUSES: Meg Masters, Bela Talbot, Amara, Rowena Macleod, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Charlie Bradbury.

MOST WANTED OPPOSITES: Castiel ( most wanted opposite), Dean Winchester, Lucifer, Crowley, Gabriel, Jack Kline or Sam Winchester

DOUBLE UP?: I am happy to write ANY of my muses for you along with any of the following Lucifer, Crowley, Castiel, Gabriel, Jack Kline, Ruby.

I’m mostly looking for some ccxcc pairings right now but I may be willing to work with an oc…depending on backstory. I am also open to writing Sam x Dean pairing as a double up for someone writing Castiel for me. 🙏🙏

Give this a like and I will reach out! Thank you ❤️

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[theprincipality]

About Me.

Hey guys.

I’d like to tell y’all a little about me.

I’m a fan of the MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe) and a fan of both the WandaNat and BlackHill ships.

I’m also a fan of Supernatural, Monster High, What We Do In The Shadows, Lucifer, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Bitten and Teen Wolf.

I’m obsessed with listening to the Teen Wolf main opening title song. It’s just so catchy and also in my gym playlist.

My favorite Teen Wolf characters are:

Lydia Martin.

Scott McCall.

Derek Hale.

Stiles Stilinski.

Malia Tate/Hale.

Melissa McCall.

Eli Hale.

My favorite X-Men characters are:

Anna-Marie Darkholme/Marie D’Ancanto A.K.A Rogue.

Remy LeBeau A.K.A Gambit.

Raven Darkholme A.K.A Mystique.

Kurt Wagner/Darkholme A.K.A Nightcrawler.

Katherine ‘Kitty’ Pryde A.K.A Shadowcat.

Piotr Rasputin A.K.A Colossus.

Ellie Phimister A.K.A Negasonic Teenage Warhead.

Warren Worthington A.K.A Angel.

Bobby Drake A.K.A Iceman.

James ‘Logan’ Howlett A.K.A Wolverine.

Laura Kinney A.K.A X-23.

Scott Summers A.K.A Cyclops.

Jean Grey A.K.A Phoenix.

Ororo Munroe A.K.A Storm.

Charles Xavier

My favorite MCU characters are:

Natasha Romanoff A.K.A Black Widow.

Wanda Maximoff A.K.A Scarlet Witch.

Maria Hill.

Pepper Potts.

Tony Stark A.K.A Iron Man.

Thor.

Steve Rogers A.K.A Captain America.

Wade ‘fucking’ Wilson’ A.K.A Deadpool.

Vanessa Carlysle.

My favorite Supernatural characters are:

Dean Winchester.

Sam Winchester.

Castiel.

Bobby Singer.

Jack Kline.

Kelly Kline.

The Impala/Baby/The Metallicar.

Rowena MacLeod.

Crowley/Fergus MacLeod.

Archangel Gabriel.

Archangel Michael.

My favorite Lucifer characters are:

Detective Chloe Decker.

Beatrice ‘Trixie’ Espinoza.

Charlotte Richards.

Detective Daniel ‘Dan’ Espinoza.

Archangel Lucifer Morningstar.

Amenadiel.

Eve.



Mazikeen Smith A.K.A Maze.

My favorite Vampire Diaries characters are:

Hope Mikaelson.

Elijah Mikaelson.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

My favorite Monster High characters are:

Clawdeen Wolf.

Draculaura.

My favorite What We Do In The Shadows characters are:

Nandor The Relentless.

Colin Robinson.

Nadia Of Antipaxos.

Laszlow Cravensworth.

Guillermo.

I grew up on 2000s rock since I was born in that era.

I grew up on Prince, Scissor Sisters, Aerosmith, INXS, Whitesnake, Dire Straits, Warrant, Bon Jovi, Bachman Turner Overdrive, Steppenwolf, Belinda Carlisle and Michael Jackson,

I also grew up on Van Halen, Asia, Kansas, Scorpions, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Soundgarden, AC/DC, Black Stone Cherry, Buckcherry, Metallica, Maneskin, Motörhead, Joan Jett & The Blackhearts, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, Joan Osborne, KISS, The Runaways, Blue Oyster Cult, Def Leppard, Alice In Chains and Lynyrd Skynyrd,

And here’s some other notable mentions I grew up on. Ram Jam, Sheryl Crow, Rascal Flatts, Divinyls, Redbone, Judas Priest, Skillet, Muse, My Chemical Romance, Slipknot, Rammstein, Kate Bush, ZZ Too, Kid Rock, Lady Antebellum, Linkin Park, 3 Doors Down, Evanescence.

Simple Plan, Simple Minds, Nickleback, Stan Bush, Foo Fighters, Chesney Hawkes, Carrie Underwood, Jason Aldean, Alice Cooper, Cher, Guns N Roses, Spineshank, R.E.M, P!nk, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, The Black Crowes, Temple Of The Dog, Nirvana, Tears For Fears, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Survivor, Twisted Sister, Styx, Texas and The Killers.

As you can see, I’m a huge rock fan. But I also grew up on Kesha, Katy Perry, Demi Lovato, Ken Ashcorp, Britney Spears, Louden Swain, Shakira, Crash Adams, Artic Monkeys, Ally Venable, Big & Rich, The Interrupters, Annapantsu, Meghan Trainor, Celtic Woman, Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy and Taylor Swift.

This is stuff about me I’d like you guys to know. I’ll be back to post more soon.

[ofbadblood]

Hola! I have just finished Supernatural after working my way through since just before Christmas. It has been a whirlwind of emotions for me and I'll be honest, i did not love the last season or how things ended so I am fully here with some beggy hands for people to write/rewrite the show with me. ( I would also like to add that I have been on a bit of a hiatus from anything online and am now returning with low activity - as of April 21st 2024 )

ABOUT ME: My name is Amelia, i'm over 30 and work full time so I am not always in the mood to write long replies but I will always be around. I hola from the UK so that is a b*tch of a timezone, I know but I have made it work before. I love to chat OOC and I also love quick fire / texting / one liner fun between the longer replies. I can comfortably write 2-3 paragraph responses but can sometimes go longer.

MY MAIN MUSES (ones that I am most comfortable writing): Meg Masters, Bela Talbot, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena Macleod, Amara, Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester.

SECONDARY MUSES (ones I would be happy to dabble with): Lucifer, Crowley, Castiel, Jack Kline, Ruby, Anna, Gabriel, Michael, Mary Winchester and Kelly Kline

WANTED OPPOSITE: ANY CANON MUSES you want to write. cc x cc only!

PLEASE BE OVER 21 as I will NOT write with anyone under that age. INTERACT with this post if you're interested and I will come to you. PLEASE DO NOT LIKE THIS POST IF YOU ARE NOT ACTUALLY WANTING TO WRITE AS THIS HAPPENS A LOT. If I get no response from my reach out within 48 hours, I will hit the block button. Sorry for the long post but I have so many needs right now!

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Thursday is for the lonely people

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DjlsF7G by OutOfBlueComesGreen This is the fic where Castiel is calling himself Clarence and Dean is very confused Words: 2234, Chapters: 1/24, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), It's a Wonderful Life (1946) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Pamela Barnes (Supernatural), Rhonda Hurley, Missouri Moseley, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills, Castiel (Supernatural), Garth Fitzgerald IV, Crowley (Supernatural), Naomi (Supernatural), Zadkiel (Supernatural), Rowena MacLeod, Mrs. Butters (Supernatural), Max Miller (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte & Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle & Bobby Singer, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Benny Lafitte/Gordon Walker, Sam Winchester & Jo Harvelle Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, dealing with poverty, Body Dysphoria, Praying to Castiel (Supernatural), Canonical Child Abuse, Verbal Abuse, mentiones of bullying, mentiones of conversation therapie, John Winchester's A+Parenting, The X-Files References, Bobby Singer is a baker, Benny Lafitte is a baker, Gordon Walker is a Patissier & Konditor, Coming of Age, Dean Winchester is Protective of Sam Winchester, First Kiss, Guardian Angels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, spousal abuse, Sam Winchester is a child read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DjlsF7G

[ao3feeddestiel]

Thursday is for the lonely people

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/W3SJbR8 by OutOfBlueComesGreen This is the fic where Castiel is calling himself Clarence and Dean is very confused Words: 2234, Chapters: 1/24, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), It's a Wonderful Life (1946) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Pamela Barnes (Supernatural), Rhonda Hurley, Missouri Moseley, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills, Castiel (Supernatural), Garth Fitzgerald IV, Crowley (Supernatural), Naomi (Supernatural), Zadkiel (Supernatural), Rowena MacLeod, Mrs. Butters (Supernatural), Max Miller (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte & Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle & Bobby Singer, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Benny Lafitte/Gordon Walker, Sam Winchester & Jo Harvelle Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, dealing with poverty, Body Dysphoria, Praying to Castiel (Supernatural), Canonical Child Abuse, Verbal Abuse, mentiones of bullying, mentiones of conversation therapie, John Winchester's A+Parenting, The X-Files References, Bobby Singer is a baker, Benny Lafitte is a baker, Gordon Walker is a Patissier & Konditor, Coming of Age, Dean Winchester is Protective of Sam Winchester, First Kiss, Guardian Angels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, spousal abuse, Sam Winchester is a child read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/W3SJbR8

[petrichoravellichor]

Pairing: Mary x Rowena Setting: Shooting range

(~2k, read on Ao3)

Note on timing: This takes place at some point between 13x22 “Exodus” and 13x23 “Let the Good Times Roll” — that is, after the return from Apocalypse World but before Lucifer and Michael come through and stir shit up. (Let’s all just pretend Michael killed Lucifer and got stuck over there and our beloved characters finally got some much-earned peace, yeah?)

Endless thanks to the incredible @niche-pastiche for doing an alpha read and advising on proper terminology and gun handling protocols, to my tireless beta @rauko-is-a-free-elf, and to the talented @slytherkins​ for the absolutely beautiful commissioned art that accompanies this fic.

Last but not least, note that while eye and ear protection isn’t discussed here (as it’s not used on the show), it’s an important part of gun safety and should always be used when practicing.

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Mary’s on her way to the bunker kitchen when she hears a bang from the direction of the shooting range, which wouldn’t normally be concerning...except that this particular bang is accompanied by a high-pitched squeal and then a great deal of muffled, Scottish-accented cursing.

What on earth? Mary changes course, making a beeline for the range; when she gets there, the door is already ajar. She nudges it further open and peers inside.

Rowena is standing at one of the shooting stalls, arms trembling slightly as she raises a gun and lines up another shot.

“What the hell is going on here?” Mary demands; she hadn’t even known Rowena was visiting.

Rowena looks over, clearly startled, before schooling her features into a more neutral expression. “What’s it look like?” She tosses her head in the direction of the gun she’s holding, a Glock that Mary doesn’t recognize as having come from the bunker arsenal. “I’m practicing.”

Mary raises a brow. “That what you call shrieking like a little kid when your gun goes off?” She takes in Rowena’s appearance: a simple-yet-elegant brownish red dress and heels, hardly the type of outfit that screams ‘target practice’. “Do you even know how to hold a gun?”

“Aye.” Rowena draws herself up proudly. “I’ve had a lesson.”

“A lesson?” Mary repeats. “As in singular? And from who? Sam or Dean?”

Rowena purses her lips, now looking flustered. “From a…professional,” she says at last. “The same one who sold me the gun. I don’t know his name; we didn’t waste time on pleasantries.”

Didn’t waste time on—oh. Oh, you have got to be kidding me…

“Please tell me,” Mary says darkly, “that you didn’t get that thing in some kind of back alley deal.”

“Of course not.” Rowena glances down, away. “We met in the countryside, at an abandoned farm, and he showed me how to fire it.”

Mary just stares, at a loss for words that aren’t both exasperated and highly profane. “You’re saying,” she manages eventually, “that you bought a gun from some random dealer you don't even know, and you barely know how to use it.”

“What’s to know?” demands Rowena. She waves the gun, finger still on the trigger. “It’s not spellwork. I just point it at the thing I want dead and shoot.”

And for a good few seconds, Mary seriously considers just turning on her heel and marching out of the room. Leaving would be easy; it’d be so much easier than trying to scrape together a modicum of patience for this arrogant, snobby witch of a woman who’s somehow gained Sam and Dean’s trust to the point where she’s allowed to move through the bunker completely unchecked…

Sam and Dean.

Their names cause a sense of protectiveness to bleed into Mary's anger, giving her pause. If she leaves now, who’s to say that Rowena’s ignorance around firearms won’t eventually end with Sam or Dean injured, or possibly worse? Mary would regret it, she knows she would; it would be yet another failure to add to the list of things she can never forgive herself for.

Damn it...

She sighs, her mind made up; she might not know how to be the type of mother her boys deserve, but she can damn well make sure another person’s stupidity doesn't lead to them getting hurt. With a few quick steps, she's crossed the room to stand at Rowena's side.

“There’s a lot more to it than just 'point and shoot’," Mary says, holding up a finger. "For one, unless you’re literally ready to fire, keep your finger off the trigger.”

She glares pointedly at Rowena until the latter’s eyes flit down to the Glock and widen in realization; Rowena quickly relaxes the finger in question. “Oh. Right.”

“And while we’re on the topic,” adds Mary, holding up a second finger, “never, ever point a gun at something you’re not fully prepared to shoot.” She tilts her head downrange. “By which I mean, as long as you’re in this room, keep it pointed at those targets or at the ground and nothing else, or I will confiscate it. Got it?”

Rowena scowls, clearly not used to being chastised, but she nods.

“Good. Three,” Mary holds up another finger, “make sure you know what’s behind your target. A bullet doesn’t know the difference between a good guy and a bad guy, so if you shoot at a bad guy who’s standing right in front of a good guy, there’s a good chance the bullet goes right through the bad guy and proceeds to ruin the good guy’s day. And lastly, but most importantly,” a final finger, “always treat every gun as though it’s loaded, even if someone tells you it’s not. Think of it as…” Mary racks her brain, trying to think of an appropriate metaphor. “Think of it as a magical artifact that may or may not be charged and that could really hurt someone—or you—if it activates before you want it to.”

Mary's explanation seems to land, because while Rowena still doesn't look like she appreciates the sternness with which she’s being spoken to, her scowl lessens somewhat as she nods again. “All right. I understand.”

“Good.” Mary lowers her hand. “Now that we’ve covered the basics, let’s talk about your stance. Show me what you’ve got, but don’t pull the trigger; I just want to see how you aim.”

Rowena complies, and right away, Mary finds herself shaking her head. “You’re leaning too far back, like you’re afraid the gun’s going to blow up in your face.”

“It could, for all I know,” Rowena mutters.

“Then you shouldn’t be using it,” Mary snaps, and Jesus, if she wasn’t frustrated with this woman before…

She exhales, forcing herself to remain calm. For her boys, she reminds herself; she’s doing this for her boys…

“What I mean,” Mary says, trying again, “it’s that it’s really, really important to make sure your gun is properly maintained, because if you don’t, that’s when accidents tend to happen.” She gestures at the Glock. “Did the person who sold you that tell you anything about its condition?”

Given the way their conversation’s been going, Mary is fully expecting a ‘no’, but that doesn’t make Rowena’s headshake any less infuriating. For Sam and Dean, for Sam and Dean…

“Okay,” Mary continues. “At this point, I don’t want you firing it again until either I or Sam or Dean have looked at it.” She gestures toward the counter of the shooting stall. “Put it down. Gently,” she adds, narrowing her eyes at Rowena’s petulant expression. “Or it just might blow up in your face.”

It’s a lie—Mary knows the chances of the gun misfiring due to sudden impact are extremely small—but it’s worth it for the way Rowena’s scowl loosens into something more appropriately cautious as she does as she’s told and carefully deposits the gun on the counter.

Mary picks it up. She removes the magazine and sets it aside, then racks the slide back to release the chambered round, smirking with a distinct sense of Schadenfreude when Rowena flinches as the bullet pops out and clatters to the ground. After a final check of the chamber to make sure it’s clear, Mary puts the gun back down and crosses her arms.

“You got lucky,” she says, the petty part of her a little disappointed. “At first glance, things look okay, but we’re still doing a more detailed check later.” Then, because it occurs to her that she hasn’t asked, she adds, “Why do you want a gun in the first place? Don’t you have witchy powers and all that?”

The look Rowena gives her is cold and guarded. “Of course I do. It’s just…” She glances down at the emptied Glock, and something in her expression cracks. “Well, spells can take time, and they’re not always effective against…particularly powerful creatures, and…oh, never mind,” she finishes harshly. “It’s not like it really matters now the rift’s sealed, it’s just for…peace of mind.”

It takes a beat for Mary to figure out what Rowena’s getting at, but when she does, her lips part in surprise. “This is about Lucifer?” she says, and the way Rowena shifts uncomfortably at the name is answer enough. “Rowena, he’s gone. He can’t hurt us anymore, and besides,” she tilts her head toward the Glock, “something like that wouldn’t stop him.”

“Aye, but it might slow him down,” insists Rowena, “or at least catch him off guard long enough for me to…to do something.” She takes a breath, eyes fierce with determination. “I won’t be helpless, not ever again.”

Mary swallows. There’s something dangerously close to empathy stirring in her chest, and she feels the bulk of her initial anger toward Rowena start to fade. Damn it…

“Fine.” She reaches into her waistband and pulls out her 1911, double checking the safety before holding it out butt first. “Then try this. It's heavier than what you were using and has more of a kick, but it’s got a similar grip, and at least I know where it’s been.”

Rowena’s gaze flickers from Mary to the 1911 and back; she looks confused. “You’re giving me your gun?”

“No,” replies Mary, “I’m loaning it to you, on a very temporary basis, until either my boys or I can check out the one you bought or we can go through the armory and pick out something that might work better for you.” She takes a step forward, offering the 1911. "For peace of mind."

Rowena hesitates, then reaches out, taking the gun and turning it over in her hands. “You said I was standing wrong,” she says after a moment. Her eyes flick back to Mary’s, and for the first time since Mary walked in, there’s a grudging sort of respect in Rowena’s gaze. “How am I supposed to?”

Mary waves a hand, indicating for Rowena to resume aiming. “Do what you were doing before. I’ll adjust you.”

Rowena adopts her previous stance, and Mary moves in closer. “Feet shoulder width apart,” she instructs. “Now bend your knees—just a little, you’re not doing a squat—and bring your right foot back a smidge.” She nudges Rowena’s foot with her own until it’s in the right position. “Like that.”

“It’s a wee bit early for footsie, isn’t it?” asks Rowena delicately, glancing at Mary with a hint of a smirk.

“Shut up,” Mary mutters, and if her face feels red, it’s only because she’s annoyed, damn it, “and keep most of your weight on your left foot.”

Placing a hand on Rowena’s left shoulder, Mary uses her other hand to cup Rowena’s right elbow and guide it upward. Through the thin fabric of Rowena’s dress, Mary can feel the warmth of the other woman’s skin.

She lets go of Rowena, moving to her left. “Okay, you see this little lever-looking thing on the side? That’s the safety; the gun won’t fire as long as that’s engaged. I want you to take your left thumb and flick it down. Good. Now line up your sights—both eyes open, there you go. Remember, there’s more kick to this one, so be ready for that. Okay,” she says again, satisfied, and steps back. “When you’re ready, go ahead and gently squeeze the trigger.”

There’s a bang as Rowena fires; she wobbles slightly at the recoil, but her grip remains steady. As she lowers the gun, Mary steps forward to peer downrange at the paper silhouette target.

“Looks like you got him in the shoulder.” Mary nods in approval. “Nice.”

For her part, Rowena looks stunned. “I did it,” she murmurs, then, louder, “I did it!” She beams, giving Mary a satisfied once-over. “I’ll be a crack shot before you know it.”

“Mm,” Mary says with wry indulgence, and if she’s more amused than put off by Rowena’s bravado, well. That’s her own damn business. “Not bad, rookie.” She gestures in the direction of the target, biting back a grin. “Now let’s see you do it again.”

[roublardise]

bullets in our wombs - a Mary/Rowena poem

I was born with a rifle in my hands she was born with magic below her steps gifts from a godless Heaven to hopeless children

weapons for a so-called defense that we receive as penance

if you were to not light a candle - but take a shovel if you were to not weep - but dig you'd find that past the dirt and guts - it's a curse

tapeworms, eating away our health as our wombs nurture death

after us will stray what we sow rusted cartridges and black powder who never got to be sons

[laufire]

Various Supernatural icons (41 in total) from Carver’s era (pt. IV, season 11, set 3 of 3).

Do not edit them or claim as your own. Like/reblog if you use them or save them. Credit is appreciated. More on my icons page.

[11x21. Kevin smiling with joy, thinking he gets to go to Heaven.]

[11x21. Dean crying while he asks Chuck for an explanation for why he left humanity.]

[11x21. Close-up to Chuck as he tells Dean not to have him confused with his father.]

[11x21. Chuck messily eating takeout, looking at a computer.]

[11x21. Chuck eating out, sprawled over a chair with his feet on the table and multiple empty containers next to him. He’s wearing only a shirt and underwear.]

[11x21. Chuck sitting on a park, smiling and eating popcorn.]

[11x21. Amara looking down, almost smiling.]

[11x21. Sam rescuing Lucifer from Amara, in Castiel’s body.]

[11x22. Chuck and Lucifer (still in Castiel’s body) staring down at each other, mere inches apart.]

[11x22. Chuck cooking.]

[11x22. Chuck drinking from his “World’s Best Dad” mug.]

[11x22. Close-up to Rowena as she proposes to Clea that the two of them travel to the past to escape the Darkness and the “end of magic”.]

[11x22. Close-up to Clea’s considering, condescending expression.]

[11x22. Close-up to Castiel’s doe-eyed expression when he goes to ask the angels for help in Heaven.]

[11x22. A framed picture of Mary and Dean when he was a child, held by Rowena.]

[11x22. Rowena with her eyes white, communicating with Amara to set her a trap.]

[11x22. Rowena smiling up at Chuck, flirty.]

[11x22. Chuck smirking down at Rowena.]

[11x22. Amara, face wounded, looking up at Chuck with fury.]

[11x22. Rowena, disbehelved, outside as the sun dies.]

[11x22. Amara, looking at a defeated Chuck.]

[11x23. Dean’s happy expression when he recognizes Castiel, and not Lucifer, in his body.]

[11x23. Castiel looking at Dean, who has a hand on his shoulder.]

[11x23. A weakened Chuck holding onto an awkward Sam.]

[11x23. Rowena looking down, showing the dying sun to the rest of them.]

[11x23. Chuck and Rowena bonding over tea, talking about parenthood.]

[11x23. Chuck with his tea cup, smiling gently at Rowena.]

[11x23. Rowena with her tea cup, looking up and talking to Chuck.]

[11x23. Castiel’s distressed expression when Dean calls him a “brother”.]

[11x23. Rowena resting her face on her fist and looking at the side, curious.]

[11x23. Castiel looming from behind Chuck.]

[11x23. Billie appearing at the stairs in the bunker.]

[11x23. A close-up to Rowena that lets her pink eye makeup and lipstick show.]

[11x23. Rowena helping Chuck stay up.]

[11x23. Castiel hugging Dean tie before Dean goes to sacrifice himself.]

[11x23. Amara standing in a garden, next to flowers and a fountain.]

[11x23. Close-up to Amara and Chuck’s hands, held so Amara can heal him.]

[11x23. Amara’s loving and awed expression as she heals Chuck.]

[11x23. Amara and Chuck holding hands.]

[11x23. Amara and Chuck’s essences (light and darkness) twirling around each other as they ascend to the skies.]

[11x23. A resurrected Mary in her white nightgown.]