#sam and dean: a work in progress

[dotthings]

"Since when do you read" isn't spn authorial voice saying Dean is stupid and can't read. That's a clear instance of Sam either purposefully trolling Dean, or Sam's own set misconceptions about Dean, and so he's surprised Dean reads Huffington Post...because Sam has an idea about Dean in his head and when he comes up against proof he's wrong, he seems surprised, no matter how many times it happens. I think this was purposeful, and something that happened across showrunners. Sam and Dean's brotherhood isn't a perfect relationship. They bicker, they argue, they sometimes fight bitterly, they see the world in different ways, they don't always get each other, or they have their perceptions of each other. But Sam does seem particularly stuck in his idea that Dean doesn't read much.

Maybe the facade Dean constructed for himself when they were kids got lodged in Sam's brain, but with all the time they spend together as adults, with Dean repeatedly showing he's not what Sam perceives, the fact that Sam can't seem to let go of that perception is interesting.

[bee-does-art]

Work in progress of a new body pillow design coming soon that is either hilarious or tragic I haven’t decided yet

if anyone has suggestions or requests on how I should make the backside look, lemme know! rn I’m thinking like her with her short hair in like a leather jacket with a gun or something? 

Dean/Demon Dean Pillowcase

Sammy/Samifer Pillowcase

Cas/Leviathan!Cas Pillowcase

my Ko-fi

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

WIP Folder Tag Game

Thank you for you the tag @waynes-multiverse <3

Rules: Make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have wips. People can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

I've only been on here a few days, so a lot of my wips are VERY vague as they're just titles/ideas that I know I want to write, but haven't fully actualised yet. 😅 I would like to add that I have TONS more ideas in my gross little brain, but they aren't fully realised yet. <3

Dean Winchester x Reader

Us and Pigs (one shot—Hurt!Reader is screaming song lyrics in her bunker bedroom, Dean walks in and gets a lecture. Inspired by the song "Us and Pigs" by SOFIA ISELLA.) Harmonious (series—Reader and Dean like to have date nights... one particular date night tradition is getting high and listening to music together.)

Sam Winchester x Reader

Lexical (series—Reader and Sammy like to use words as foreplay. They get together every Sunday, talk about the book of the week, and sometimes things get a little bit heated.) Strange Eyes (one shot—Reader met Sam when he had a soul, but now she doesn't know who's looking back at her. And maybe, she likes this version better.)

Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Vile (series—Reader is just as fucked up as Ben. And that's exactly what he needs.) Let The Band Play (one shot—Reader tells Ben exactly what she thinks of him, and it just eggs him on. Inspired by the song "Let The Band Play" by Badflower.)

Beau Arlen x Reader

Resonance (series—Reader is singing in a bar, Beau hears her and feels her voice lingering in his chest long after the notes fade.)

Tags: @mostlymarvelgirl @losers-clvb (no pressure!!!) <3

[wrenwinchester]

God, it feels so good to be able to work on a WIP, even if it is just editing stuff.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Coming soon…

Supernatural

Castiel

Fly Cassie will have an update within the next two weeks.

Castiel’s Wings will be worked on after that.

Surprise me will be next as promised.

👇 There is more below the cut 👇

Dean

Request for Dean x Reader to “In the Mood” by Rush and Dean picks her up at a bar.

Gabriel

Request for transmale helps Gabriel groom his wings.

Polycule (Dean/Gadreel/Ketch)

Prize (request) for basically a cuddle pile of Dean, Gadreel, and Ketch with a kid.

Big Sky

Beau

Request of basically a story where the reader is mistaken by Beau as a bad guy when really she is undercover.

Other fics

Destiel

Domestic Silk (Rabbit) Moth!Castiel falls in love with Human!Mechanic!Dean. Castiel is not what he appears to be and Dean doesn’t know. (Destiel, Interspecies romance)

Destiel Date Night, inspired by this prompt (Angel!Castiel x Human Dean, Neighbors AU)

(Insert gif of Dean and Castiel happy)

Two Men and the Virgin (Destiel x Virgin!OFC, Neighbors AU)

Heat (A/B/O, non-traditional, mating cycles, and Alphas Destiel x Omega!Part Angel!AFAB)

[heliotrope155]

Attempting to write a fic where Cas gets Jack to paint as a hobby/way to pass the time and Jack insists on showing his creations to Sam and Dean. Sam kind of leans all the way down into it, trying to figure out what it is while Dean recoils in the opposite direction, closing his mouth only when Cas gives him this look like, criticize my child's work and you can sleep on the couch in the shed, and goes, "nice work buddy" while Sam just looks like the painting has captivated him body and soul.

[dotthings]

“Your head’s not in it. When Cas died, you were wobbly, but now—“

Dean was WOBBLY. He sure was. I’m glad Sam just said that out loud.

And things just kept getting worse for Dean, it’s like nested trauma.

Lost Lisa and Ben. Lost Cas, lost his hope and ability to trust because angry grieving Cas, kills Amy Pond and lies to Sam about it, trauma from doing that perches on top of grieving for Cas, and Sam’s Lucifer hallucinations and Dean has nightmares about all of it.

Then Bobby tells him to suck it up and keep his head in the game or he’ll get killed. They lose Bobby, Dean gets even shakier, and Frank Devereux tells Dean he needs to suck it up and do his job with a smile. Then Eliot Ness tells Dean he should suck it up and be grateful for the hunting life.

Then Dean finds out he got an insta-daughter from a one night stand with an amazon, and she’s been ritually conditioned to murder him, and he loses all chance to try to get through to her because Sam kills her.

Sam snaps at Dean for being unhappy about it because of Amy Pond, “what happened to if it’s a monster we kill it.” I get that Sam’s scared for Dean and he’s well-intentioned, and is worried because Dean hesitated to shoot, but Sam’s also resenting what looks to him like a double standard from Dean.

Meanwhile, through Sam’s eyes, it’s all right for Sam to want to give Amy Pond another chance, because she saved Sam’s life, and they have a connection, and he believes she’s good, but if Dean hesitates to kill his own daughter, if Dean hopes Emma can be saved, Sam takes that as a massive red flag. Sam—who frequently projects, needing monsters to be good, because of his own demon-tainted blood. And he takes that as a red flag, when it would be far more alarming if Dean grew so hardened he became only about the hunt, the kill, no mercy ever. If he truly lost all hope.

Sam was upset when Dean killed Amy Pond, now he’s upset Dean couldn’t kill Emma, Sam really is all over the place. I was glad Dean acknowledged in their conversation that Sam’s not any more okay than he is, even though they didn’t unpack everything.

It’s true Dean’s shaky and “wobbly” and having trouble trusting. He still cares, he isn’t hardened, he hasn’t completely lost his ability to hope. Dean’s lost so much already. That’s his daughter, and he hoped she could be saved.

Sam doesn't seem to understand. He's seeing things through scared little brother eyes, as well as seemingly still feels resentment for Dean killing Amy Pond.

These are complicated characters, yo.

[theevilstumpy]

A CROSSOVER NO ONE ASKED FOR BUT HAVE!

Supernatural x my names Earl

This is a x-reader series! I’m still working out the kinks! Trying to decided and could use some help! I have two different story concepts! I’ll post the story on watt pad most likely.

First story:

(Y/n) have been working with the winchesters for a long time. When you received a call from Dean that their headed to some ran down looking town called Camden. You need the bothers at the local motel which is the only one their. When you also meet the Hickey brothers. And slowly fall for the older good looking mustache brother. As dean starts to get jealous over it.

Second story:

(Y/n) you grew up with the hickey brothers. Always doing dumb things with them and helping Earl with his list. Until you and Earl were on the balcony of the motel and y’all see this beautiful black impala pull up. And your stud radar was going off once you seen the two men get outs the shorter one caught your eye. And you caught his also as he looked up.

Both are still really rough drafts! As the story’s will have more details. I’m aiming for them both to deal with skinwalker activities as that’s what Camden gives me that vibe. Multiple chapters maybe not a super long story.

[hearthouses]

Sharp

"Dean," Sam says, trying to keep his breathing in check, keep from panting after his brother, but his voice comes out deep and husky, a growl low in his throat. “Dean.”

Dean doesn't stop digging, grunting with strength and exertion, the sweat soaking his skin making the scent pungent, growing stronger as it fills the cool night air. Moonlight catches on the sheen of his skin, milk-pale and creamy, and god, Sam can’t keep his eyes off him, gaze trailing over the planes of his face down the jut of his jaw and caught in the pool of sweat at the base of Dean's throat.

"What, Sammy?" Dean asks, snapping as he looks up and thrusts the shovel into the earth beneath their feet. He doesn't sound like he's in heat—no sharp, mewling whine to his voice, no hitch in his breath—if anything, Dean sounds frustrated and irritated and tired.

Sam can’t help but notice the flush on Dean’s face, even in the darkness of the dead of night—Sam can see the red on his cheeks, splotching out over his skin. He can see the thin-threadbare shirt clinging to his skin, sticky with sweat and exertion, how the sweat beads dripping down his face, the side of his temple, and Sam pushes down on the urge to lean forward and lick.

Maybe you’re in a rut, Sam thinks, maybe this is all you, in your sick, fucked up head.

But Sam can’t deny the scent he breathes in, thick and cloying at the back of his throat, familiar in its taste, despite it being years since the last time.

"Dean, aren't you supposed to be on suppressants?" Sam blurts out.

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

[samanddean76]

A Fistful Of Sammy's

Ships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, John Winchester/Sam Winchester, Demon Dean/Soulless Sam, Sam Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 26,766 (and counting)

Tags: Alternate Universe, Time Travel, Will Reference Events From All Seasons Plus Prior To Series, Jared & Jensen from Season 6 - The French Mistake, Stanford Era Sam, Dean, & John, Soulless Sam Winchester, Demon Dean Winchester, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Dubious Consent, Non-Graphic Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Work In Progress, Top Jensen Ackles/Bottom Jared Padalecki, Top Castiel/Bottom Demon Dean Winchester, Unorthodox Demon Healing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sam & Dean Being The Best Of Brothers

An ancient grimoire has been searching for the man that is destined to wield it for the good of all. The problem? The Stanford-Era Sam Winchester that the grimoire meets is not the only Sam Winchester searching for it, thanks to a little time travel. And once Soulless Sam and Demon Dean are added into the mix? Things start to go sideways. But then a couple of Hollywood actors trapped in Canada, who happen to look just like them, turn out to be crucial to Sam and Dean being able to save the day.

Or, summaries are hard and there is a whole lot going on in this story.

Excerpt from Chapter Two: (Demon Dean observing a Sam on Sam encounter.)

But then his Sam was moving, and every sound was presented in stereo.  All the breathless moans.  Every sigh.  Any time there was a heartfelt groan.  Soulless Sam would start it, and his Sam would finish it.  Dean had to admit he was enjoying the show.  Maybe he could convince his Sam to let Soulless Sam blow him.  Seemed fair, then they would both remember the experience. 

Dean looked up from his distracting train of thought, and caught his Sam watching him, lower lip being chewed on viciously, as he continued to pound into his other self.  His massive hand burrowing underneath a narrow hip, Dean knew when he began to stroke his younger self.  Could hear the change in the moans.  Both breathing harder now, backs arching, mouths open as they struggled to get in enough air.  Then the shuddering moan that started in Soulless Sam, chased over into his own version. 

[imnotleavinherewithoutyou]

so since i picked up that 20k mystery project like a month and a half ago (jesus time goes by so fast now???) i guess i've added something like 15k and figured out chapter headings and subheadings and there's like structure and shit

think it'll be 10 parts total - 8 chapters plus prelude and postlude (i did not know that was a word btw)

pre-humongously-long writing hiatus i'd written prelude plus two chapters and the start of chapter 3. now i'm 1500 words into chapter 5, in the middle of an owwwwy scene

really, ow

:(

[mysterymachine67]

Concept.. grumpy!reader (male, obviously we don't have enough </3) and Dean ending up riding him 'n praising him a ton because it's the easiest way to calm down his pent-up, grouchy, boyfriend n make him feel better.

PAIRING: Dean Winchester x M!reader

SUMMARY: Dean riding you to calm you down.

NSFW. MINOR’S DNI.

Apologies that this came out late. Also I’m trying different layouts until I find the one I like 👍🏻 So a few fic layouts probably will look different

It really wasn’t your day. You woke up in a bad mood—irritated that you didn’t get enough sleep and a lot more other reasons. They were good reasons, though. Not stupid ones. You thought it’d pass as the day progressed, but it only got worse.

Everything seemed to know you were having a bad day. You tripped on the door while coming into the bunker, missed putting your bag on the table which resulted in it falling to the ground (you swear the table moved), and that’s only two. Sam understood you were irritated, so he tried to be more patient and calm with you. Dean on the other hand still kept fucking with you, but only sometimes, not all the time. At the moment, you were unpacking your bag from a hunt from a week ago. You don’t blame yourself for not unpacking it straight away, the hunt was exhausting. Anyway, you reached for one of your T-shirts but failed to pick it up. Completely missing it. So you went to pick it up again, but failed a second time. Just as you were about to cuss out a fucking shirt, Dean walked in.

“Woah— wrong timing?” He said, with a hint of tease. You picked it up, obviously.

“Dean—“ You started, irritation clearly rising in your tone.

“Okay, okay. That one’s on me,” he said, raising his hands in the air as a sign of defeat and surrender. “What’s got you so angry anyway?” You then set your now half-full bag on the floor, and turned to face him. Starting to rant about why the day has gone so horribly. After your long conversation, Dean got closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. In an attempt for a huge. Then he kissed you, soft and gentle. “I know a way to help you calm down.” He smiled against your lips. You had a feeling of what it could be, and you were right.

—

Dean’s lips pressed against yours again. Capturing them in a kiss. His hips went down, slowly. Walls hugging your cock. You broke the kiss to look down, taking in the sight of him taking you. And once you were bottomed out the both of you took a moment. Letting each other’s hands roam while nearly making out. Dean moaned—best believe it went straight to your cock. It twitched and he felt it, letting out a small grunt. When you broke the kiss the both of you panted lightly, lips swollen and hands stopped somewhere. Yours were on his hips, helping guide him. His were on your shoulders.

“Alright— c’mon, move,” you grunted. If anything getting impatient more than feeling better. But the truth? This was in fact going to calm you down a lot more than you think.

“Be patient,” Dean whispered while slowly starting to move himself up. He kissed you again. This time more light and gentle than the previous ones. “You,” he started and pushed his hips down. “Need to really calm down.” Focusing on his face, you notice his slight smile and a small laugh. Which you rolled your eyes to.

“Yeah, well, it’s kinda hard to when you—“

“Ah, ah, ah!” He said quickly. His goal being to silence you and it worked. “This is what I’m talking about. Just be quiet and let me work my magic. Okay?” You agreed with a quiet hum, but bucked your hips.

Minutes into it, he rode you nice ‘n slow. Praises pulled from his mouth and into your ears. Was this helping you? Of course. You loved it. Rubbing your thumb at his side, and kissing him every so often. You’d try to assist him but every time he’d tell you otherwise.

Dean slowly worked you up to the edge. Lips pressing against yours; eventually to your jaw, near your ear, and your neck. With him moving up and down on your cock, the feel of him hugging you perfectly, and the praise that left his mouth, you’re sure you’re gonna have to return the favor at some point. Maybe not. Who knows?

“Watcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

“Nothin’.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

A groan pulled from his throat when your cock prodded at his prostate. Hands gripping some place on your body to stabilize himself. You tipped your head back, sucking in a shaky breath. Eyes shutting and letting yourself relax a bit. You cursed under your breath, hips bucking up instinctively and tightening your grip on his hips. “‘M gonna cum,” you breathed out. Speaking of breathing, yours quickened and so did his. Though he kept his more controlled than you did. So, with the information that Dean was just given, he worked quicker. He leaned back in, pressing his lips to yours. It was passionate, sweet. But only lasted for a few seconds. Though he made up for it by whispering words of praise.

“Doing so good, keep focusing on me, alright? Non of that angry stuff.” The more he kept doing it the more closer you got. In only a matter of minutes did you buck your hips up, and came with a moan. Painting his walls white with your cum. Dean whimpered from the feeling. The both of your breathing soon becoming louder. He kept moving till it overwhelmed the both of you.

“Feel better?”

“A lot better.”

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Writing Update:

I have a total of 35 work in progress (WIP) Supernatural fanfics.

Of the 35, I have a total of 9 reader inserts with 5 being poly reader inserts and 3 are requested reader inserts.

I have 1 Sabriel WIP fanfic.

1 is a prize someone won and they requested a fluffy poly drabble, with unlisted characters that I’m pretty confident I can write.

24 are Destiel fanfics. 👀

Life gets in the way of writing and sometimes I get stuck on smut scenes.

If you wanna know the doc or story title, lemme know.

[thespnreferencedesk]

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[dotthings]

Long-ish post unpacking and revisiting Sam's S10 arc, Sam character studies, and about the S10 finale. (I'll talk in more depth about Dean and the MoC in another post, and have already made some posts about that).

The thing about S10 is that while Sam’s worry about Dean is sincere, and he’s right to be worried, while Sam keeps going on about “Dean’s getting worse,” he’s not seeing that he’s on a dark path of his own. And he doesn’t have a cursed mark on his arm, or demon blood, it’s all him, it’s all Sam. It’s an echo of S4 Sam—Sam’s fear, Sam’s desperation, and his need to prove he is strong, that he can save Dean the way Dean saved him.

Not that Sam doesn’t sincerely love Dean, but there is something very transactional about Sam’s view toward that relationship, and a strong need to prove himself, and the intensity of Sam’s quest for purity, to believe he’s good enough, and that he’s good, and his terror of losing Dean.

S10 is Sam’s attempt to balance, after the end of S8 and S9.

End of S8 Dean stopping Sam from closing the gates of hell and convincing Sam he’s worth saving, that his life has worth, he doesn’t have to sacrifice himself/S9 Dean making a deal to save Sam’s life/Sam’s wish to not have others harmed to save him/Dean violating Sam’s autonomy and saving him despite Sam telling Dean not to/Kevin dies/Dean getting the mark of cain/S10 Sam’s desperate tunnel visioned quest to remove the mark from Dean/Sam violating Dean’s autonomy and ignoring Dean’s express wishes to burn the BOTD/Charlie dies/MoC Dean goes off the rails/Dean not wanting anyone harmed to save him.

In case the point didn’t get clear enough, there’s a trial run foreshadowing in Paint it Black, where Dean tells Sam to burn the ghost nun’s journal, but Sam believes the clues to how to banish the ghost are in the journal, so he reads the journal instead of burning it, and discovers the nun’s blood is in the painting. In this instance, Sam made the right call.

But it’s a lot more complicated when it comes to the BOTD and Dean, who really, really doesn’t want anything terrible unleashed on the world to save him. Dean tells Sam to burn the BOTD. Sam instead swaps out the BOTD and saves the book from the fire, again going against Dean’s suggestion. 
Is Sam wrong to save Dean? No, but at the same time he really tramples hard past all of Dean’s wishes, which is the very thing that Sam was so furious at Dean about in S9, and Sam said some things to Dean he regrets later about it. (And it’s all Sam. No mark, no demon blood). And Sam’s choices wrt the BOTD lands at The Darkness unleashed on the world, which is a pretty major problem that could get a lot of people hurt.

Which is what Sam said he didn’t want in S9. Sam acknowledges (to Charlie) that he hurt Dean, in S9, so there’s signs of self-awareness.

But still, there is something very ruthless and even cold and heedless about Sam in S10. Sneaking around behind Dean’s back, trampling over Dean’s autonomy, chains up Rowena, makes a bargain to murder Crowley. In 10.21 Dark Dynasty, Sam “snaps”—much in the way Sam keeps saying MoC Dean is snapping, screaming and yelling at Rowena.

Charlie has deep misgivings about the plan, but she loves Dean, and Sam plays on her love for Dean in order to convince her on board his plan, and the same happens with Cas, who also has deep misgivings and gives warnings. But ultimately Cas and Charlie who love Dean very much, go along with Sam’s plan. “For Dean.”

And after all that, Sam stands at Charlie’s funeral pyre—over the body of the friend who just put it all on the line to save Dean, because Sam asked, and actually says “Dean, you’re all I’ve got”— Cas is still out there, doing his darndest to save Dean too.

Okay, Sam, buddy. Whatever you say.

People can’t expect to have this both ways. Sam and his ruthless veneer is fully in play, he is coming across as oblivious and cold about their extended family. Some people say they like it rough, Sam only cares about Dean and he’d burn the world…so they can’t complain when people critique Sam for being so ruthless and seemingly cold.

Mind you, it is a veneer. It is another one of Sam’s facades. Because deep down he has all the guilt and grief and feels very deeply and it scares him. It’s that he is better at shutting it off and repressing it behind a cold wall. While Dean’s facades are thin and flimsy and he bleeds feelings constantly even if he tries to put up a gruff front of it.

The irony that fandom somehow got the idea that Dean is the hard-nosed one and Sam is the soft, empathetic guy. I mean. Honestly. Watch the actual show!!!

It’s also a very deliberate irony, that Dean even with the mark on his arm, is more mindful, and warm, and caring, than Sam comes across, no mark, no demon blood, on his tunnel-visioned headlong path.

But this isn’t who Sam is underneath. Underneath he cares a great deal and about more than just Dean, he cares about the world, he cares about their family.

He’s not that good at facing himself and he wields facades effectively.

One of those facades is the soft empathetic nerdy guy because Sam believes that’s the way to be good. And again, that doesn’t mean Sam isn’t compassionate, or Sam doesn’t care about people, it’s that it sometimes seems performative, the same way this cold ruthless veneer is a veneer.

In his own way, Sam is also full of heart, but it’s more buried. Sam in fact is the stereotype of the hard facade that hides the big heart and the fear and vulnerability, a lot more than Dean ever is.

Dean, otoh, is openly devastated about Charlie, in ways that Sam is not evidently showing, and after MoC Dean says something extra harsh, he then tells Sam “this thing with Cas and the book ends now. Shut it down before somebody else gets hurt”—Dean’s obviously terrified Cas will be the next one chewed up and spit out by this dangerous plan.

Notice how Sam displaces and projects his own grief and guilt into chewing out Crowley, who he’s captured in order to carry out his bargain with Rowena to kill Crowley—while Sam’s not wrong about Crowley, per se, that rant sure does seem kinda randomly inserted. And there’s a reason for that. Sam needs a canvas to vent his feelings onto. So he rips into Crowley.

And this isn’t about Sam being wrong to try to save Dean, but there is a Sam character study going on and while he’s not wrong to try to save his brother, Sam’s methods are how they are and it is raising red flags.

At the end of S10, the mark is exerting its will over Dean so strongly it’s hard to tell what’s still authentically Dean and what is the mark not wanting to be taken off Dean’s arm, but Dean still authentically cares about not harming the world, which seems like Dean. But Dean also goes back on his speech to Sam at the end of S8 and that doesn’t sound quite right, so it’s also the mark is exerting its will, it doesn’t want to be removed. Dean’s being selfless, but he’s also deeper and deeper under the mark’s influence.

Is it right for Dean to have to bear the mark forever?

Is Sam wrong to save Dean?

Is Dean actually wrong to refuse to kill Sam and instead kill Death?

We’re supposed to ask these questions. This story is designed to invite questions.

And while it’s not about heroism, it’s about vulnerable humans in impossible circumstances, it’s also not about them being terrible uncaring selfish people, either. Neither of them are.

It’s interesting how spn deals with heroism and how offended people got at the time at any analysis that suggested that heroism wasn’t the point in this moment.

Even though Sam and Dean are often heroic and I would consider them heroes. But this is about something else.

It’s also important to factor in context. The impossible dilemmas and cosmic forces the plot smacks up against them with. There’s the powerful mark on Dean’s arm, the horrific choices being: sacrifice Dean, and kill Sam, or let The Darkness out into the world. A powerful witch with her own agenda is in play, along with the king of hell, Cain himself wanting to pass the mark on, Dean being in a desperate frame of mind where he was receptive, (so Cain found a willing mark), and Death himself really turning the screws by saying okay Dean I’ll send you to the moon but also your little brother has to die.

They are being squeezed and squeezed.

It also matters to remember that unreliable narrators exist. And what you want to take in this arc as authentic truths, and which is Sam rationalizing and lying to himself, and which is Sam speaking deep down truth, and which is authentically Dean and which is the mark exerting its will and twisting Dean’s lens on the situation, that’s fodder for even more discussion.

MoC Dean, who I think, at this point, is moving farther away from Dean being Dean, after Dean being strong and asserting his personhood over the mark all season, takes a rawly honest, but despairing view (and maybe that’s because it’s convenient for the mark’s agenda): “You know this world would be better without us in it” and “evil tracks us. And it nukes everything in our vicinity. Our family, our friends. It’s time we put a proper name to what we really are and we deal with it.”

Sam says to Dean “we are not evil. We are far from perfect but we are good. That thing on yhour arm is evil, but not you. Not me.” and “You’ll never ever hear me say that you—the real you—is anything but good.”

I don’t think they should have to sacrifice each other. But it’s missing the point to idealize them and not examine what’s going on here.

The S10 finale caps off an arc that invites questions and wrestling with the moral dilemmas and it’s also a big fuse blowout on a long-running arc about Sam and Dean that needed shaken out, in order to move the characters forward and let them grow and let the relationship evolve and grow. Things do change.

[lynhub]

Can I request Castiel with a brat s/o? And he's confused at first like "why are they acting like this?" And then he either looks it up online, or goes to Sam and Dean. (Or Both?) And then Cas handles his bratty s/o with some smut 😩 i need

dare i say supernaturals resident bimbo. i love castiel thank you for this request. i definitely don't see him as a hard but i think the man has a little firm hand in him so i gave him one. but this was fun and it took me a good amount of time, also this 1.7k words so i really hope you enjoy.

જ⁀➴castiel with a bratty reader

mature content, 18+ only

castiel is a smart man – an angel – after all. there’s very little he doesn’t know. but humans? that’s very much a work in progress. human emotions, reactions, and little games they play… it’s all so… baffling. when you started acting bratty– pouting, huffing, even tossing him snarky little comments – he was lost. cas tilted his head, utterly perplexed, trying to understand what he did wrong or why your tone had suddenly shifted. 

he had answers for everything. but this? this left him stumped.

when castiel didn’t understand something human-related – especially when it had come to you – he went straight to the only experts he trusted: sam and dean. so here he stood, in the middle of the library in the bunker, looking more lost than when he came to them. you were off sulking somewhere down the hall, doing who-knows-what. his brows are furrowed, voice tinged with genuine bewilderment. “a what?”

“a brat, cas,” dean says around the beer bottle. his eyes are twinkling in amusement as he takes a long swig. “it’s someone who likes to push buttons. get a rise outta ya.”

“but… why would she want to deliberately make me mad?” he ask, still not fully understanding the concept. his brows furrowing even more.

sam is fighting off a grin, his gaze on cas. “it’s not always about making you mad, sometimes it can be playful. she wants your attention.”

dean leans forward on his elbows. “or she wants you to do somethin’ about it. if you catch the drift that is.”

“she wants… discipline?” castiel asks, a lightbulb going off as realization clearly dawns. for once, he actually understands dean’s implication. 

sam’s hands go up to his face. “jesus, this conversation is getting weird.”

dean chuckles, eyes dancing with mischief. “all im sayin’ is – if she’s bein’ a brat, just rough her up a lil’ bit. take control and show her who’s boss.” 

castiel offers a slow, deliberate nod. “i believe i understand now,” he mutters out, his brows still furrowed. “very well. ill go address this behavior of hers.” 

sam and dean share a mischievous grin as they watch castiel's form retreat down the hallway. his steps carying him with a purpose.

castiel finds you in your room, laid out on your bed with that same stubborn pout tugging at your lips. your eyes flick over to him as he steps through the doorway. you hadn’t seen him all day, and the fact that he’d been blatantly ignoring your bratty behavior only fueled the fire in you. but the moment your gaze travels up to meet his, something shifts. his usually calm, watchful eyes are darker now – stormy with something you can’t place – and his shoulders, their squared with purpose. 

“you are mad at me.” castiel says bluntly, his voice is calm. however, you could tell something was simmering under the surface. 

you lift your chin stubbornly at him, your voice curt. “maybe.”

castiel steps slowly into the room, his gaze never faltering away from you. “i spoke with dean and sam,” he said bluntly again, and that was enough for you to know you were screwed. 

“and what did they say?” you ask him, your head tilting in feigned innocence.

castiel’s eyes narrow, his voice coming out low and firm. “they explained something to me.” he steps further into the room, the door shutting behind him. “they said you have… been a brat.”

your breath catches in your throat at his words. it sounds so odd coming from him, too filthy for his normally stoic and blunt demeanor. you can’t help but blink up at him. unsure whether to feel embarrassed or turned on. 

“i had not realised what you wanted,” castiel continues, his tone is unreadable but his gaze is intense. “but i do now…” he comes up to the foot of the bed, head tilting as he studies you. “i intend to correct your behavior.” 

you open your mouth to say something, but his next words cut through your thoughts like a knife.

“take off your clothes. now.”

you hesitate – only for a second though – your brows lifting in a challenge. “what if i don’t want to?” you ask him, your voice teasing, clearly taking pleasure in poking at him to see just how far you can go.

“if you don’t listen,” he says, his voice taking on a new tone, “then i'll lay you across this bed, bare and trembling, until that attitude vanishes off your pretty face. you won’t even remember what you were pouting about.” 

you can’t help but swallow hard, your bravado is dissipating under the weight of his words. castiel is stepping closer, a slow, deliberate movement that makes your breath hitch. he reaches out, his fingers brushing your jaw with tenderness, tilting your head up to face him. 

“i may not fully understand every human nicety,” he mutters to you, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, “but i know desire and want when i see it.”

your lips part, a silent permission for him to continue, and he does as he leans down and presses a slow kiss to your lips. his hand trails down, grazing your neck, then your shoulder, pulling at the fabric of your tank top. “let me learn you in this way.”

he doesn't wait for words, he kisses you again, deeper this time, his hand is sliding down your body with a clear purpose. there’s still tenderness to his touch, but it’s clearly carrying more determination, like he finally understands what you need from him. 

his fingers play with the waistband of your shorts, his fingers brushing over the skin of your hips and lower stomach. “off,” he says, voice is low and firm. “now.”

you don’t even question him, your hips lifting, peeling the shorts and panties down in one motion, tossing them aside and away from the bed. cas watches you, his eyes are dark, unblinking, he’s taking in every inch of exposed skin.

“you challenge me,” he mutters to you, running a hand along the insides of your thighs, coaxing them apart. “but that’s what i like about you.” 

he kneels on the edge of the bed, hands moving your legs over his shoulders. his lips are barely a hair away from where you’re already dripping for him, and the heat of his breath makes you shiver. 

“i want you shaking beneath me,” he mumbles, before he’s dragging his tongue through your folds – slow and purposeful, almost like he’s savoring your taste. 

you fingers twist into his hair almost immediately, a quite moan leaving your lips as his tongue moves with those slow, deliberate strokes. castiel keeps working you open, his hands clutched tight on your thighs to keep you in place. 

he doesn’t stay for long though – just enough to get you writhing. enough to make you whine for him in that same breathless, needy way he’s come to crave.

he pulls back, his lips are slick, head lifting up so his eyes can meet yours. “i want to be inside of you now,” he says simply, voice growing thick with need. “i want to feel all of you.”

 you just offer a quick nod, your body aching and eager for more. your eyes follow him as he stands up long enough to shrug off his trench coat and unbuckle his belt, his movements are swift but carrying a hint of urgency. his eyes never leave you as he kicks off his pants and quickly climbs back over you, his bare chest brushing up against yours. 

he lines himself up with you in one smooth motion, his hand guiding himself to where you want him most. he takes a pause, his nose brushing against your ear as he murmurs, “i’ll go slow.”

he does in fact go slow – at first. he’s pressing into you inch by inch, stretching you open until he bottoms out, a low groan leaving his throat as your body eagerly welcomes him. he rests his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling.

he doesn’t stay going slow long.

your hips are meeting his eagerly, hands clawing at his back, for once he takes the hint. his thrust growing deeper, firmer, the slap of skin filling the room as the tension finally snaps. there’s something wild in him – almost possessive, a need to give you everything you need and more. 

“still feel like being a brat to me now?” he practically growls against your mouth, his hips snapping forward a little bit harder. 

you practically can’t even form a reply, your brain mush. your fingernails are still scraping down his back, eyes closed as he pounds into you, each and every thrust knocks the air from your lungs. the drag of him inside you is dizzying. 

his lips brush against your cheek, then your jaw, and finally up to your mouth, he’s kissing you like it’s the air he breathes. “you’re so perfect for me.”

your thighs lock around his waist, drawing him in even deeper. “cas,” you whine out, your voice sounding needy – wrecked almost.

his fingers tangle with yours, moving to pin your hands above your head as he grinds into you with purpose. “let go,” he rasps out. “i want to feel you come around me.”

you’re already there, the pressure coiling in your stomach and snapping, your body arching up into his as the orgasm crashes through you. you cry out, the pleasure pulsing through every single fiber of you, yet castiel doesn’t let up. he rides it out with you, groaning at the way you tighten around him.

it doesn’t take much more from him as he follows you over the edge, his hips stuttering as he presses as deep as he can go. he lets out a low, broken moan against your neck, spilling inside you with a groan. 

the room falls into a silent hush, the only sounds being your breathing.

he stays like that for a second – buried in you, face tucked into your neck, his hand moving to brush hair from your forehead. cas presses a slow kiss to your temple. “i think i fully understand now,” he mumbles to you. “why you act like that.”

you can’t help as you let out a breathless laugh, still shaking. “yeah?’

he nods, a little smile taking over his face. “because you like when i take control.”

you grin up at him, visibly spent. “took you long enough.”

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