#spn fanfic help

[babytrapperdiaz]

a late entry, but heavy contender for tik tok of the year

[strawlessandbraless]

Godstiel but he was crazy horny and obsessed with Dean. Going around preaching the good word of Dean and reading from the Winchester Gospel (supernatural books). He’d put Dean Winchester on all the stained glass windows and replace Jesus on the Crucifix with Dean on the Rack.

[its-alittleobsessed]

Someone HELP the devil’s whispering in my ear and telling me to write a Stanford DeanCas fic.

It took six months for Dad to skip out on Dean after Sam left. Six months. Which is more time than Dean’s ever stayed in one place after Mom died, but less than the amount of time it took Cas to walk into Dean’s life afterwards. So it’s fine, really.

[morallygreyintrovert]

Currently attempting to read Castiel’s inner monologue about how much he loves Dean in a Destiel fanfic but unable to see the words behind my tears because my daughter is watching the eras tour movie and I don’t know how I’m supposed to not picture the confession scene and how broken Dean would of been with grief when all I can hear in the background is:

“What died didn’t stay dead. You’re alive. Your alive in my head”

[hanniballecterkinnie]

hey guys… anyone know which fanfics the following excerpts are from 😭

pls help

[spnatdirection]

yall, I'm really bored and emotional. Does anyone have any good one shot or short story recs for spn?? Destiel or wincest of that sort. Smutty or fluffy 🤷‍♀️

[nexus-my-beloved]

I am personally of the opinion that we need a Midam bang and I'd love to write in it and you know what? I'd host one if someone would help me. We need more Midam in the world.

If someone is willing to send me a Midam bang if there already is one OR!! if someone were to help me make a bang for it or tell me how to get one started I will be eternally grateful plspls 🙏🏻

[cas-coding]

He’s seven when it hits him.

Sam’s pulling at Dean’s pigtails, his new favorite pastime as Dean makes dinner, just a quick box of stovetop mac and cheese for them tonight. Their dad was supposed to be home hours ago, but Dean had learned quickly that John didn’t care about getting home on time, not when he could make a quick detour to the liquor store.

“Deanna!” Sam screams playfully, pulling on a fistful of Dean’s hair, “Deanna, I’m hungry!” The words sting, but Dean’s not really sure why, why he’s been so much angrier at Sam since he picked up the habit of mockingly calling him Deanna, using his full name rather than the cute ‘Dee’ he used to call him.

Ignoring it, Dean sets a bowlful of mac and cheese in front of his little brother, praying it will buy him time as he slips into the bathroom. The door clicks shut softly and Dean’s breathing picks up, heaving in lungful after lungful of air as he looks at himself in the mirror.

He’s got pigtails in his hair, little pink elastics holding the two clumps of hair on top of his head, the bottoms of the pigtails still brushing against his shoulders as he turns his head. His hair is blonde, just like his mom, but he looks in the mirror and he hates it, hates to see a juvenile reflection of his own mother staring back at him.

Walking away from the mirror, Dean sighs and sits down on top of the toilet lid, pretending for one minute that he’s not in some scummy motel room, but that he’s home, that he’s just brushing his teeth before his mom will come tuck him into bed. What would he do then?

His hands find the hem of the skirt he’s wearing, frayed from a year of constant wear. It was easier to have him in skirts all the time, Dean knew that, he was growing so fast that pants wouldn’t fit for more than a couple months. Dad was saving money with Dean, refusing to buy him a solid pair of jeans, but he bought Sam new pants every other month, so why was Dean any different?

Then Dean is tearing at the fabric, ripping a long slit in the skirt before finding another place along the hem and doing the same. This isn’t who he is, it never was, so why is his dad trying to make him something he’s not?

Back when his mom was still alive, when she’d tuck him in at night, she’d press a kiss to his forehead and tell him he was loved. She’d say, “I love you, Deanna. Sleep tight,” and close the door, nightlight flickering away in the corner. He hadn’t had an issue with his name then. He’d wake up in the morning and put on jeans and a t-shirt, run around the neighborhood, climb trees in the backyard. He’d come inside for a PB&J sandwich and his mom would press a kiss to his forehead, muttering softly, “My little tomboy,” before tending to Sam, whispering in turn to him, “My baby boy.” Why didn’t Dean ever get to be his mom’s baby boy?

Soon enough, Dean’s down on his hands and knees, frantically shuffling through the cabinet under the sink, hands digging through his father’s duffel bag. There had to be something there, anything Dean could use. His fingers brush against his dad’s electric shaving razor, grabbing at it as fast as he can.

Dean’s hair falls to the ground in clumps. First the ponytails, the little pink elastic still wrapped around the hair as it sits on the dirty tile floor, then little hairs as Dean runs the electric razor back and forth over his head. Looking in the mirror, a part of him hurts, the last bit of his mother lying on the floor with Dean’s hair, but something inside of him sings despite that hurt; he feels like he’s finally himself.

Sam’s still stuffing his face full of macaroni and cheese when Dean emerges from the bathroom, ignoring his brother to run to their shared room. His hands shuffle around under the bed before he grabs hold of Sam’s travel bag and pulls it into the light. He unzips it carefully, as if it holds some kind of treasure, because it does. Sam’s got two extra pair of jeans, and they’d be short and tight, but Dean could make them fit; he’d just have to steal some of his own sometime, maybe tomorrow if their dad still wasn’t back.

Dean feels like he can’t breathe in Sam’s little jeans, the bottom of them squeezing around his calf, but Sam says nothing as Dean walks back into the kitchen and takes a bowl of mac and cheese for himself. It’s not until they’re both finished with their dinner that Sam speaks at all, pushing his bowl towards Dean and smiling. “All done,” he says, barely taking a breath before adding, “Where’d your pigtails go?”

Swallowing thickly, Dean stands up, taking Sam’s bowl and ignoring the question. He didn’t know how to explain that he hated it, that every time his little brother pulled at his hair he wished he would pull it right off, and so he explains nothing.

“Deanna,” Sam giggles, his happiness contrasting Dean’s disgust, “Why’d you get rid of your pigtails?” God, the kid won’t just drop it, will he?

“Dean,” he snaps, all the anger leaving his body at once, “I’m Dean, Sammy, or at the very least, Dee. Not Deanna.”

The room instantly falls silent and Dean turns to look at Sam, worried he’s going to cry. Dean wasn’t supposed to snap at Sam like that, they both already got enough of it from their dad. Instead of tears, there’s curiosity welling in Sam’s eyes, his head tilted as he repeats it. “Dean,” he says, slowly at first, “Dean, why’d you get rid of your pigtails?”

That question again. Sam was fixated on it, clearly, because what was he supposed to pull on and play with now? The kid loved pulling Dean’s hair, and now that it was short, he wouldn’t be able to. “I didn’t like them,” is the best response Dean can come up with, the selfishness of it sinking into his bones. His brother liked his pigtails, and who was Dean to take that away from Sam?

Giggles snap Dean out of his own head, Sam beaming at Dean as he tries to climb the counter beside him. “Wanna feel your hair,” he explains, and then Dean’s bending down, letting Sam run his hands through Dean’s short cut, smiling as Sam drags his hand across it and laughs. “It’s pokey,” he explains, and Dean runs his own hand through his hair, letting a smile show on his face. “You’re pokey,” Sam adds, and Dean’s almost offended before Sam continues and says, “I like it.”

[ragin-cajun-fangirl]

CALLING THE SUPERNATURAL FIC READERS

I am desperately trying to find an AO3 SPN fic I read a while back! I forgot to bookmark it and now don't remember what it was called.

It was a human AU where Chuck was a crazy dude living in a basement, who kidnapped people and sewed non-functional wings to their back and injected them with "grace" (I remember it made them glow in the dark). He gave them angel names.

"Castiel" escaped but with severe amnesia (I think from hitting his head while trying to fly away). Dean picks him up and tries to take care of him. They communicate largely by signs. Castiel tries to write to him in Enochian but Dean ofc doesn't know it.

There's sexual tension. They fuck.

Someone comes over and teaches them both some basic ASL.

Dean finds Castiel's actual family at some point and they bond.

Chuck finds Castiel again and kidnaps Dean and is going to turn him into an "angel" unless Castiel returns to the flock.

Castiel returns and gets brainwashed again, and Chuck keeps Dean anyway.

Chuck uses Castiel to try to hurt Dean until (quelle surprise!) it is revealed that Castiel isn't actually brainwashed!

Chuck gets decked. Castiel's family shows up with the police. Everyone's happy.

[ubernatural]

Rock paper scissors over what this fic should be called

If the last option gets a majority, I’ll make a new poll with the suggestions I like best :>)

[winchesterszvonecek]

I See Red // Crowley

// A Supernatural fanfic Rated 18+

Summary: In which Selina Winchester, twin sister to Sam, finds herself falling for none other than Hell's very own King, Crowley.

Read it on ao3

Status: complete

Chapters: 27/27

[kimberkingrivers]

Okay I need some help… if you could design your dream book store what would it include?

I’m gonna tag a few people maybe y’all wouldn’t mind answering… but don’t feel like you have to… but I’d love to hear your answers

@zepskies @luci-in-trenchcoats

@supernatural-jackles @cherryblossomflowers @ao3commentoftheday @babysimpala @beka-dreamer @enigmalynne @ghostlyarchaeologist @girls-alias @holylulusworld @impala-dreamer @lets-steal-an-archive @mlovesstories @queen-of-deans-booty @rocksaltandmountainash @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @blackcherrywhiskey @leveragedlibrarians

[ravenrose18]

It's based on a roleplay I have been doing. it's a Dean Winchester story set in around season 4 (yes when Cas is around it's after Sam dies and Dean has died and gone to hell and come back) during that time my character has been gone for 2 years trying to have a life outside of hunting but something happens to her to make her go back to hunting.

My character is a hybrid of a fallen angel/demon but she doesn't know until a little bit in the story. I will have her backstory be the first chapter (speaking of chapters I need names for the chapters as well.) I will be posting it on here and other platforms I have posted my other fanfictions.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

I need some people who want to chat with me on Google Chat about writing, ideas, editing some works, etc. Any takers?

[hanniballecterkinnie]

hey hellers i need help locating a fic 😭 i think its post canon where they defeated chuck.. and all i rmb is that there were vampires that sam,cas, and dean agreed to leave alone as they weren’t harminf anyone. but then dean argues with castiel and he goes after the nest and gets captured. turns out theyre lesbian vampires. and sam has to rescue him. and then they drive back and cas is waiting for him, also angry. pls help pls :((

cas mught have a greenhouse but im not sure on this one :(

edit: FOUND IT, in the comments :)

[youknowme-youknowmenot]

Why is LOTR trending on-

Oh. Fanfic.