#spn the empty

[shallowseeker]

On the matter of Jack's soul...

It's so interesting the interplay between acceptance and bargaining this episode. (It waxes and wanes throughout!!!!)

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When it comes to eating up "just a little bit" of Jack's soul to keep him alive, the "heart" characters BALK at first, their instincts blaring.

-> "Pass." -> "No."

But ultimately...

There are complications. Bargaining, for one. It gets everyone in the end. But also... The Empty running wild in Heaven. Etc etc. And ultimately, the pain of loss is stronger than the acceptance. And painful as it is, it’s that love that wins here.

These moments in the script underline that so so well: “Of course he wants that, too. More than anything.” & “The pain of losing a kid? Don’t do that to us.”

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Yeah. Love.

It’s the anguished kind. The pleading kind. The fierce kind. The kind that holds on too tight, no matter the cost. The kind that sacrifices and fights for you.

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And Kelly, maybe because she’s terrified of what the Empty still might do, seems to relent.

In the end, with everything that’s in front of them, she seems good with letting Jack choose to extend his life:

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But THAT SAID, I do love the instincts that flare up at first. They're like these unique little windows into how each of them copes. Dean and Kelly balking at what seems too good to be true. Sam already bargaining. Cas, quietly defaulting to “letting Jack choose.”

And then, in the end… The Empty shows up and wipes all the choices off the board anyways.....

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bonus:

SO MUCH FACE TOUCHIES - smoosh - smoosh - smoosh

And then... Sam:

Sam has lots of feelings but look at his poor awkward self; he's all twitchy-handed and shoulder-shrugging, almost like he's afraid to touch Jack, lest it turns out not to be real—

i luv when sam is awk about The Big Emotions (TM)

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Nomnomnom

"We'll figure it out."

14x08 @spnscripthunt-inactive

[hetaczechia]

The Shadow: Um, watcha got there?

Jack, while sneaking Castiel out of the Empty: A smoothie!

[omgitskaii]

spn 14x08

IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL NHSELF CAS NOOO NO NO NO

[purgatorypurplenurple]

As a treat for Destiel Day I thought I’d do a little art post. Isn’t Destiel, but this is my interpretation of what The Empty would look like if it had a somewhat physical form!

+in class sketch

ENJOY :)

[pumpkinhead666]

1st time

2nd time

3rd time

4th time

5th time

last time

screaming, crying, fucking throwing up

[dreampencil]

Waiting for paint to dry...so here is Dean silenced by the Empty.

Mars lumograph black + watercolour.

Cas version here

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[strawlessandbraless]

The way Cas was so immediately whipped for Dean Winchester

Like here, take this angel blade. It can kill any angel, including myself

I carved protective sigils into your ribs, you’ll be hidden from any angel including myself

I will rebel for you. Against god, against heaven, against my fellow angels, and against who I once was

I’ll take on your brother’s trauma, I’ll get you out of purgatory, I’ll abandon armies for you, I’ll pull you back from being a demon, I’ll be here protecting you even when we’re the last two people on earth, I’ll face the Darkness for you, the Devil, Death and the Empty. I’ll love you even if it kills me.

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Too Many Beds

main masterlist | supernatural masterlist 

summary: you want nothing more than an excuse to sleep next to dean again

pairing: (pre-s1/s1) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.1k 

warnings: none really, language, bed sharing, kissing, mutual pining, idiots in love, brief mention of the death of reader’s dad

timeline: starts slightly before season one, ends near the beginning of season one

author’s note: a spin on the classic 'just one bed, what ever shall we do?' trope lol

You’d known Dean all your life, practically. You met him when you were six and he was eight; two lonely little kids stuck with absent (job-driven) fathers and baby brothers you felt responsible for. Over the course of the last eighteen-or-so years you ran into the Winchesters during hunts enough that you considered them family. 

When Sam left for college you were there for Dean and when you lost your dad in a hunting accident Dean was there for you. He actually stayed with you, not wanting you to hunt alone since your brother was off at college too.

So, for the last six months you’d been hunting with Dean (who hadn’t spoken to Sam for over a year).

“One room, two queens,” Dean said to the woman behind the counter, placing “his” credit card on the space between them before sliding it toward her.

“We’re all booked up I’m afraid,” she said.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I was actually about to turn on the no vacancy sign.”

“This is the third motel we’ve been to,” you said, “every one of them has been full—you’ve gotta have something!”

“I mean, there’s technically one room left but the heater’s out and my boss said not to let anyone sleep there because of that.”

There was a silent pause; you and Dean shared a knowing look.

“We’ll pay in cash, your boss ‘ll never know,” you told the woman. She smiled and nodded as you paid her with cash. 

“Room 209, my boss gets here at ten tomorrow morning so please leave before then.” She handed you the key and you nodded in thanks.

You had underestimated just how cold the room could be, but when you unlocked and opened the door you understood why the owner didn’t want anyone staying here.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean mumbled, following you into the room and feeling the cold air. “We’re gonna freeze our asses off in here!” he quickly closed the door behind him, hoping the icy air hadn’t swept any snow into the room.

“It’s either this or we sleep in the Impala,” you shrugged, “and, no offense to your car, but it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“And there’s only one bed,” Dean sighed.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you told him, ignoring his complaints. 

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“Are you shivering or crying?” Dean asked.

You rolled over so you could meet his stare; “Shivering! It’s fuckin’ cold in here!”

“You wanna…cuddle up, maybe?” he asked hesitantly.

“Excuse me?” you laughed a little.

“Look, I’m not thrilled about it either, but it’s cold in here and unless we both wanna catch fucking pneumonia we better be smart and share body heat.”

You sighed, weighing your options; “Fine. But we never, and I mean never speak of this again, you hear me?”

“Understood.” He nodded.

You rolled back over as he scooted closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest.

“This okay?” he asked quietly, his lips ghosting the back of your head.

“Yeah,” you mumbled back. “Thank you, Dean.”

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You woke up to the sound of Dean snoring loudly. You were used to his snores, sure, but he’d never been this close. He was laying on his stomach and resting on your chest; his mouth open and his hair tickling your neck. Your first reaction was annoyance but then it quickly washed away as you realized you didn’t want to move a muscle, so Dean could continue sleeping. 

And the more you laid there, listening to his snores, the more you realized how comfortable you were…even in such a physically uncomfortable situation. 

As the time passed and the sun began to rise, you cursed the light that was slowly but surely peeking through the curtain and onto Dean’s face. 

“Morning,” he mumbled to you as he lifted his head up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand before wiping his mouth. “Sorry,” he chuckled, noticing the small spot on your gray sweater dampened with his drool.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled back. “I think it’s your sweater anyway.”

“I thought it looked familiar.”

He rolled off of you and out of bed. 

You watched as he padded across the dirty carpet and over to the small kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and the loud, off putting grinding noise made his face scrunch before he quickly shut off the (definitely broken) machine.

“So much for coffee,” he grumbled. “You gonna sit there all morning or you wanna get outta here? We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”

“I’m getting up,” you replied. You would usually be annoyed at him for rushing you to wake up, but this time the annoyance was…different. Something about his bedhead, the way his lips were pouting over the lack of caffeine, and how he looked in his brown Henley and baggy sweats just made you wanna hold him again. All you wanted was to pull him back into bed with you and hold him in your arms forever.

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You were beyond frustrated at this point. How many stupid fucking hotels had to have vacant rooms with two beds and a functional heating system!? 

It had been nearly six months since you and Dean shared a bed and you had been looking for an excuse to sleep next to him ever since. 

But the last couple weeks had been different—Sammy was back. Yes, you loved Sam like a brother, but you missed getting to be alone with Dean. You missed sitting shotgun in the Impala and watching him drive.

Sam definitely noticed the way you looked at Dean, but the younger Winchester didn’t say a word. Without being too obvious about it, he tried to do little things that would let you be close to his brother. He’d sit in a certain chair or part of the couch so that you and Dean had no choice but to sit together. Or he’d make some lame excuse so that he got his own room while you and Dean had to share. “I need to do some more research and I need the light, why don’t you two just sleep in the other room?” for example. 

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“Two rooms, please,” Dean said, reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet.

“Unfortunately we’ve only got one room left,” the cashier replied. 

You almost couldn’t believe your ears, fucking finally!

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you faked your best frustrated look, of course Sam saw right through that.

“Well, I am not sharing with either or you,” he said with a teasing smile. 

“There’s actually a pullout couch in that room, as luck would have it,” the cashier informed the three of you. 

God fucking damn it, you thought to yourself.

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It was barely after two when you felt the bed behind you dip, and you shook yourself awake. 

“The hell?” you asked, still half asleep.

“The pullout couch isn’t working,” Dean mumbled quietly. “You mind sharing with me?”

You smiled a little and scooted closer into his arms, indicating you were okay with him sleeping next to you.

“Of course I don’t mind sharing with you,” you whispered and his grip tightened.

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“I’m gonna go get breakfast,” Sam announced. “I’m assuming you want your usual?”

Dean put his right pointer finger to his lips and furrowed his brows angrily. He gestured to you as you slept and Sam got the message. 

“Usual is good,” Dean whispered before Sam left.

Dean stayed laying perfectly still as you slept on his chest, soft snores escaping your lips and to Dean they were the sweetest sound. 

As you stirred awake slowly, he rubbed your back a little.

“Morning,” you mumbled, a small smile on your lips. “Where’s Sam?”

“He went to grab breakfast,” Dean told you. 

You furrowed your brows as you sat up, looked across the room, and realized something; “The pullout bed looks fine? I thought you said it wasn’t working?” You turned back to Dean, who had a sheepish grin growing on his lips.

“So…maybe I’ve just been looking for an excuse to sleep next to you again. Like we did back in that motel when the heat was out.”

“Really?” You attempted to hide the smile trying to find its way onto your face. 

“When we were checking in last night I noticed how your face lit up when they said there was only one room left,” Dean admitted. “And I saw that disappointed look you made when they said there was a pullout couch. So, am I wrong, or have you been wanting an excuse too?”

“I really liked sleeping next to you that night,” you said, avoiding eye contact. “And you’re right, I have been hoping for another ‘oh no just one bed, guess we’ll have to share’ situation but…”

“But what?” Dean asked when you trailed off. You looked down at him. 

“Dean, you and Sam have been like my brothers for as long as I can remember. I mean, Bobby practically raised all three of us and my actual brother as siblings! Your dad and my dad knew each other basically forever and I guess…I guess I figured our lives are too entangled for anything to ever actually happen between us. We’re family.”

“Chosen family, Y/n.” Dean smiled softly. “Doesn’t mean you have to be my chosen sister, you could be my chosen…you know…” 

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his full lips. 

“That,” Dean finished his previous statement. 

“Let’s just keep this between us for now, okay?” you suggested. “If Sam finds out, then your dad will find out, and he’ll immediately tell my brother, then before we know it Bobby—”

“I get the picture, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled before kissing you again. He put his hands on your cheeks as he sat up. He pulled you onto his lap, your legs now straddling his hips. His hands moved to your shoulders then trailed down to your lower back as yours went into his hair. You pulled away from him after a moment, huge smiles on both your faces.

You looked into his eyes, his truly beautiful eyes, and you bit your bottom lip ever so slightly. Your right hand rested on his left cheek, your thumb stroking his skin lovingly. 

“You’re awesome, Dean Winchester,” you whispered. 

“You’re fuckin’ incredible,” he replied before he kissed you again. “And gorgeous, too,” he added. “You know how fuckin’ annoying it’s been, sleeping without you every night since that one time?”

“I do know, Dean, I’ve been just as annoyed about it.”

Dean kissed you one more time before he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, tucking his head into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him too, pressing your lips to his temple.

You pulled out of the hug so you could once again look at his face. Resting your forehead on his, you smiled before you kissed him again. 

“Breakfast,” Sam called out as he opened the door, “is served!”

You and Dean froze for a split second before you hurried off of him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Sam said, “did I interrupt you two?”

“What?” you scoffed. “Of course not!”

“Interrupt? There’s nothing to interrupt?” Dean added.

“Oh…wow you two are fast,” Sam mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen before putting the food down. “Well, pancakes, eggs, and bacon from the continental breakfast.” He gestured to the food now on the table. “Hope you’re hungry.”

As Sam sat down to eat, you looked at Dean anxiously. Say something you begged him with your eyes.

“Sammy,” Dean started as he got out of bed, “would you mind uh…not telling dad? About me and Y/n…kissing just now? When we find him, I mean.”

“Dad’s never really been invested in your love life, but he’s not an idiot,” Sam laughed. 

“So…you are gonna tell him?” Dean furrowed his brows in frustration.

“Dean, he knows you two are together, it’s not some big secret?” Sam replied, shoveling more food into his mouth. “Damn that’s good.”

“Okay, just hold on—what?” Dean asked. “What do you mean dad knows? There’s been nothing to know since like four minutes ago?”

“Wait,” Sam stopped eating and fully turned to face you and his brother, “are you trying to tell me this is the first time you two have kissed?” Sam furrowed his brows deeply as you and Dean both nodded. “So…never in high school?” You shook your heads again. “That prom we crashed?”

“Sam you were there the whole time? When would we have kissed?” you asked.

“Huh,” Sam let out a laugh. “I genuinely thought you two had been a thing since like… ‘98.”

“What!?” you and Dean exclaimed in unison.

[seasononesam]

Hey. Pull over here.

bonus:

[drulalovescas]

Burning your father

Burning your mother

Burning your friend

And burning the love of your life

[kinky-cas]

society if cas had triggered the empty deal on chuck instead of billie!!!!

[shallowseeker]

re: this

I mean, just look how HAPPY she looks, even though she's trying to play coy.

>:}

>:DDDD

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YOU?!

"I'm your huckleberry." / the one you're looking for / etc etc

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*eyebrow raise*

THE SHADOW'S BRAIN: I like this idea so so much, even if I'm not sure why I like it so much.

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*She drops Jack, says more softly, almost sultrily*

"You."

THE SHADOW: "But you're already mine."

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CAS: "Not for years. Eons maybe."

Cue the Empty, considering what happens if it stays AWAKE that long. If it has to be ALONE that long:

<:(

(((omg i'm already crazy ... what if i go MORE crazy)))

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CAS: I will go now and I will go willingly.

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*her eyes track thinking thinking thinking*

(((" I do. I mean--deal. ")))

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(((oh but wait first some fine print

I'm furious at you for making me become a person so I'm going to torture you first, smart guy)))

(((enjoy your pretty pretty life with Them on Earth so it really, really hurts later)))

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Poor Cas.

He's so often GOADED by these emotionally unhinged, volatile individuals; they want him to react so badly.

(To a lesser degree, this dynamic also occurs with his friends and loved ones.)

But this Deal, like his ENTIRE life as an angelic soldier, is pretty much Angelic Stoicism writ large.

"Allow yourself to feel your emotions and you'll die."

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So. "Deal," the Shadow says. "I accept," Cas says.

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THE SHADOW:

*breathless chuckle*

[jenanigans1207]

Okay but the thing is that Cas cradled Dean’s soul when he saved it from hell, not his physical body. So while there was a brand on Dean’s shoulder that didn’t end up being permanent, there was a permanent brand of Cas’s grace on Dean’s actual soul. And as they got closer and grew together, it became less of a brand. Dean’s soul fully integrated Cas’s grace and made it a part of his soul instead of a separate thing.

And so Cas confesses and the empty comes and takes him but something is wrong. Because it has Cas, wrapped up nice and tight, but there’s— there’s something missing, something askew. The empty can’t put Cas fully to sleep the way it wants and it’s left with him awake and annoying, just like before. And it tries, god does it try. But because a small piece of Cas’s grace remains outside of the empty, embedded in Dean’s soul, it’s unable to gain full control over him like it wants.

And while it seems like Dean had been unaware of this the last time Cas had made a trip to the empty, he may have figured it out this time. Or he’s just clinging that desperately to his memories of and feelings for Cas, because both Cas and the empty feel continuous tugs on the grace, starting at the part that has made itself a protective shield around Dean’s heart.

And sure, the empty would be thrilled to just swallow Dean and the remaining piece of grace up, too. But it can’t, because Dean’s soul can’t exist in the empty, and Cas’s grace can’t be extracted from Dean’s soul. And with every tug, Cas seems to grow bolder, more confident. Because Dean isn’t letting their bond weaken, despite everything. Dean isn’t giving up hope, they can both feel that, so Cas won’t either.

So at some point the empty has to choose: put up with Cas forever or give up on Cas forever. Because it will never be able to fully own Cas, even after Dean is dead. As long as Dean’s soul continues to cling to Cas, he will never belong to anyone but Dean. So the empty throws in the towel, gives up, and tells Cas to never come near it again. Go the hell away and never come back. And Cas is all too happy to oblige.

The empty doesn’t even bother keeping Cas’s grace and returning him human because that small part inside Dean is more powerful than expected and there’s no saying if Cas would even be truly human anyway.

Dean’s sitting in the war room of the bunker, eyes closed with a hand pressed over his chest, when Cas pops back in. The empty spits him out much in the same way it ate him up and suddenly he’s just standing there, staring at Dean and a wide-eyed Sam.

“Holy shit.” Sam mumbles, staring at Cas as if he’s a ghost.

But Dean doesn’t look surprised at all. “I knew it.” He says, then he repeats it with more feeling. “I fucking knew it! I could feel you.” He taps his chest. “Here. I knew you weren’t gone.”

“I can’t believe you were right.” Sam says, but his disbelief has turned into a smile.

“I told you.” Dean says smugly as he rises from his chair. “I told you that he was going to come back.”

Sam stands too, beating Dean to Cas and wrapping him up in a hug. “He wouldn’t let go of you.” Sam murmurs into Cas’s ear. “He refused to budge even an inch.”

“I could feel it.” Cas answers, and then he taps his own chest as Sam pulls away. “Here.”

“Goddamn right you could.” Dean shoves Sam out of the way unceremoniously before reaching out to grab Cas by the face and pull him into a searing kiss. “Don’t ever pull that shit again.”

Later, after some twenty more kisses, Sam manages to ask what the hell actually happened. He asks how Dean knew, what they could both feel. And Cas explains— talking about his grace and Dean’s soul and how the bond they shared deepened into something entirely different. And he’s warmed from the inside out the whole time because Dean stands firmly at his side, a soft smile on his face as he rubs his chest and if he’s intentionally infusing warmth into Cas’s grace.

[bookish-bees]

CAS WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIS SON AGAIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[qvir]

"of course you can have me, cas" in which dean finally gets his angel back from the empty

[ozonecologne]

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