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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 9: Empty Rescue

his and mine are the same | @cascigarette Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,510 Main Tags/Warnings: Post Canon Fix-It, Dean Winchester Has Abandonment Issues, Alcohol, First Kiss, Newly Human Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use their Words Summary: Dean rescues Cas from the Empty. They end up having to talk about that final confession.

Two lesbians, two bicons, and their cat walk into super turbohell | @nuttysaladtree Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,038 Main Tags/Warnings: crossover with She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, the Empty, Fix-it, first kiss Summary: And they bury one person and zero gays. 15x20 "Carry On" finale fix-it that Castiel deserves. Mentioned Bow/Glimmer. Sam Winchester shows up, too, as well as the OTP Dean x pie. Melog is best kitty, and good riddance to the Empty/Shadow/Cosmic Entity and Horde Prime.

sometimes you just don't know the answer (wait for me) | @cassiecasyl Rating: General Word Count: 7,992 Main Tags/Warnings: Canonical Character Death, Episode: s15e18 Despair - Castiel's Confession Scene, Grief/Mourning, Album: evermore (Taylor Swift), Grieving Dean Winchester, Episode: s15e18 Despair, Alternate Ending, Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Reunion, Castiel in the Empty (Supernatural), Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Angst, Hope vs. Despair, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Inspired by Hadestown, Song: Doubt Comes In, The Fates (Hadestown) Cameo, First Kiss, Reunions, Epic Love Summary: As Dean grieves, Jack tells them of an old story, one that has been told and sung over and over again anyway. Two lovers challenge the universe to escape death. They walk the long way home, but the one in front is not allowed to turn around for the whole way. Every entity of grand power knows this, for the pact has to be respected were it ever to be attempted again. Of course, Dean goes to find Castiel, because if anyone can do this, it's them.

Can't Stop Lovin' You | @teeparadigm67 Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 9,512 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Castiel is Saved from the Empty, First Kiss, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Happy Ending, Fix-It, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty Summary: On paper, the plan seemed simple. Jack opens the portal between the worlds. Dean walks into the Empty and makes it loud enough to wake the dead. Drag Cas’s feathery ass out of there. Simple, right? Cloaked in Cas’s grace, tape deck in hand with Van Halen blasting out its little speaker, he plans to bring the angel home and tell Cas all the things left unspoken between them for all these years. Now they have a chance, he can’t throw this all away. The only problem is, the Empty has other ideas. It doesn't stop Dean however, it’s his turn to be the one who drags Cas out of perdition. Inspired by: Van Halen - Can't Stop Lovin' You

Bring Me To Life | @Taymarpigeon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,960 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Canon Fix-It, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Gratuitous Smut, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Dean Winchester Calls Castiel "Angel", Bottom Dean Winchester/Top Castiel (Supernatural), Interrupting Sam Winchester Summary: In 2008 Dean Winchester met a man who changed everything; he says a man, Castiel Angel of the Lord was so much more than a man and not just because of the whole halo and wings thing. November 5th 2020 Castiel sacrificed himself to save Dean and by extension the world, but not before turning the hunter's life upside down one last time. In 2025 Dean was... moving on, let's put it that way. He hadn't forgotten Cas, spending the past five years trying to be all the things the Angel said he was in that teary goodbye. He put one foot in front of the other, day by day, because as Frank Devereaux once said: 'that's what you do'. This life only ends one way for most hunters though and Dean was no exception. Skip four months into the future and he's back, only this time he's done playing by the rules, done pretending his life didn't end with Cas that day in the dungeon. He's done. Time to do what he should have from the beginning...

stay | @thisisapaige Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,073 Main Tags/Warnings: Fix-It, Post-Canon, Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Light Angst, Happy Ending Summary: Standing on the bridge beside his brother, Dean looks around. Something’s wrong. Because this Heaven, this place Dean supposedly deserves, just seems so... empty.

The Little Issue with the Mission to Perdition | @amaranthhiding Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 16,460 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Post-Ep 15x19, Jack and Amara Try Fixing Things Together But Make Everything Worse (at first), Amara is Part of Team Free Will, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Major Character Death, Angst with Happy Ending, First Kiss, DCRB 2023 Summary: Chuck is defeated and his power now belongs to Jack and Amara. They struggle with adjusting to their newly-shared existence, and with big questions such as, how can (almost) all-powerful beings avoid becoming what Chuck was? What even is all that power good for when it doesn't allow Jack to save someone from the Empty who absolutely deserves being saved? Who thought it was a good idea to hand all that power to two beings who, together, have spent less years on Earth than the average human child? ...And why is there suddenly black goo everywhere?

Until the Moss Had Reached Our Lips | @alulangel Rating: Mature Word Count: 20,543 Main Tags/Warnings: Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Lake House, Saved from the Empty, Groundhog Day Loop, Castiel’s True Form, Castiel’s handprint, Creepy forests, Inappropriate use of pie Summary: After everything with Chuck went down, Dean thought he deserved some time off. Not a retirement, just a break. A little cabin by a lake. Fishing. Baking. Time to process and reflect. Except he doesn't remember exactly how he got there. And he doesn't know why he can't leave. And there's something about the woods around the cabin, creeping closer and closer and closer every day...

one working part | @mittensmorgul Rating: Explicit Word Count: 40,051 Main Tags/Warnings: Inspired by It's a Wonderful Life (1946) Episode Fix-It: s15e19 Inherit the Earth (Supernatural) Angst and Fluff and Smut POV Alternating Not Canon Compliant with Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth (Supernatural), Human Castiel Summary: Wherein they actually inherit the earth. Again. Because I will never be done retelling the end of their story in more sensible and satisfying ways. This time, via the power of a classic holiday film... with a slightly demonic twist.

Empty Earth (WIP) | @amaranthhiding Rating: No Rating Word Count: 102,437 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-15x18, Epic, Plotty, Angel True Forms, Consensual Possession, Enochian, Apocalypse, Rebellion in Hell, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Witch!Sam, Destiel and Samwena, Jack & his three fathers, Crowley & Jack Summary: After Castiel's confession, Dean carries a spark of hope telling him this can't be the end. This spark is the strongest weapon for Dean, Sam and Jack in this final war. The enemy is God. The battlefield is an Earth devoid of humans, a Hell in rebellion against its queen, and a Heaven betrayed by its creator. And the stakes are everything and everyone they have ever cared about.

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deanbrainrotwritings · 4 months

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— HAND OF BLOOD

SUMMARY : “Hey can i request one where the reader is Dean Winchester wife and she just found that she is whatever supernatural creature and him just cuddling with her and help her using her new powers?? something fluff and cute” - anon

PAIRING : dean winchester x powered!reader (f.)

CHARACTERS : unnamed villain, sam winchester, castiel

WARNINGS/TAGS : fluff, angst, comfort, trauma

WORD COUNT : 1.0k

A/N : bullet for my valentine song title. trying some new ways of writing bc university sucks, anyway, you can imagine the reader to be whatever magical/super-powered being from the show, I didn’t specify x

“Stop holding back, you could… you know… do something for me and I will let you go, alive,” the dark voice of the monster before you made a shiver run up your spine. Your stomach churned nervously, but you gave in anyway.

“Do what?” You sobbed, tugging helplessly at the chains around tour wrist.

You felt a warm breath by your cheek and you inhaled sharply, your body instantly tightened with stress.

“A little bit of magic,” the words brushed against your ear and neck. And you didn’t think you could shiver any harder than you already were, but your body shook with a shudder and your muscles clenched tighter, somehow.

“I can’t do magic,” you whispered with defeat, trying not to cry when a hand squeezed around your throat. “I’m not a witch,” you struggled to breathe through the tight grip.

Whatever the thing was that held you captive, squeezed your throat so tight you could feel your frantic heart beat against its palm. Then, the grip loosened with a frustrated growl, an impatient sound, desperate.

“But you are something,” it insisted through clenched teeth, “something very powerful.”

“I’ve never even… I think you’ve got the wrong person,” you argued weakly. Your body slowly relaxed and you accepted whatever your fate was.

You didn’t bother letting your eyes fall shut, you didn’t bother trying to squint and making something out of your surroundings. The pitch black room revealed nothing to you. All you could smell was dank air and dirt, hear the echo of yours and your captor’s breath against concrete walls and floor. The occasionally clink of the metal that bound you to the floor, the rustle of leaves with the shuffle of feet.

“I don’t have the wrong person. I think you’ve been holding back,” the voice grinned and two hands pressed against either side of your temples. “Why don’t we go back to the biggest hits? To all those times you’ve felt powerless?”

“You know… this doesn’t change the way I see you,” Dean promised, kissing your forehead. He absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair and kissed your cheek when you sniffled.

“I can’t… what if I can’t control it?” You whispered, wiping away tears with your sleeve as they flowed from your eyes with no end in sight.

“Hey, you’re such a control freak, I doubt you’ll let your powers beat you,” Dean grinned in attempts to cheer you up, but you were barely able to muster up a smile. You generally found Dean hilarious, something he knew well enough to find a way to cheer you up easily. Even when you had no idea what he was saying, he always made you laugh. It was always that dorky, boyish grin of his that made you crack up.

Dean shimmied down on the bed so he could face you. He sighed and gave you a weak smile. You were embarrassed of your wet eyes and swollen lips, but you knew Dean wasn’t judging you, and that’s why letting yourself fall apart was always so easy to do when you were with him.

“We’ve gone through worse and we’ve come out pretty damn alright.” His hand landed gently on your flushed, hot cheek. You finally looked into his gentle eyes, through watery vision and sticky lashes he still looked beautiful. “I promise that I will help you in any way that I can, sweetheart. So will, Sam. And so will Cas. We’re a family, you’re not gunna do this alone. Okay?”

Dean waited for you to nod. You almost couldn’t breath with the way he looked at you. With his soft green eyes glowing with determination, and kindness, and empathy. It hurt so much that you just nodded, and buried your face in his chest so that all the emotions in his eyes wouldn’t get to you and make you break down again.

He held you close to him and chuckled softly. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and soothingly rubbed your back while you clung to the warm layers on his body.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean gasped out a laugh, hunching over with his hands on his knees. “You’re not dangerous at all, you just suck at this. So… don’t be nervous.”

You glared at Dean as he struggled to breathe and wheezed out another laugh. Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with one arm crossed over his firm chest. Even Cas seemed irritated with Dean; he rolled his eyes and let his hands slap against his thighs in defeat, his powers slowly fading.

“This isn’t easy and you’re doing great,” Sam encouraged you and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly when he made his way across to you. “Cas, again,” he tipped his head towards you and returned next to Dean to elbow him in his ribs.

Dean squirmed and wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, his eyes shimmering with flirtatiousness when they opened back up to you and the glare you sent his way. He wiggled his brows and smacked his tongue above the roof of his mouth, and you couldn’t resist the tiny smile from growing on your face. Or the blush that began to heat up your face, the skipped beat of you once fearful heart, the clench of your stomach. Yup, Dean still had it.

“Try to… um, just don’t hit us… well, you can hit Dean,” Sam snickered, ignoring the glare Dean shot at him. You grinned when Dean glanced back at you and you picked yourself. He sneaked behind Sam to hide from you and the way you unfortunately sucked at using your abilities. Most of your anxiousness disappeared, and Cas smiled reassuringly when he powered up.

You didn’t think things could be any better, all things considered. New powers, new you. But most importantly, your relationship with Dean, Sam, and Cas seemed to get better in the past seven months, like this one bad thing that happened to you didn’t get between you… instead, it wove the four of you together, and squeezed tight like a knitted blanket. Despite the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty of what you were now, you felt warm, safe, and secure. With the people you call your family.

You had Dean to thank for that. And everyone else’s for falling into your life so perfectly.

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nescaveckwriter · 2 months

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Lighthouse

A/N: 🐞... Okayz my dearest love bugs, 💕 another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🥰 yayaness, I know its been a while though, But I hope y'all are gonna enjoy this one, I must say I'm super proud and, a little terrified as this is 'Supernatural' based 🫣🤭, so let me know what y'all think.🥰 Okayz much love🥰❤️🩷

Warnings: *18+ Only* Horror, Thriller, Mentions of blood, violence, angsty, little fluff, heartbreaking, drama.

Line: Tree, Clock, Rope

Characters: Dean x Fem Reader, Sam, Benny, Cas, Crowley

Words: 6700 😱🫣 I know I'm sorry.

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The sky has turned into grey, dark clouds threatening too cover the earth with its darkness, the smell of rain is everywhere as it nourishes the earth, as you stand under the pouring rain, listening too him say, goodbye, letting the rain mix with the tears on your cheeks. Not being able too move a muscle, you just stood there unable to make a single sound, unable to ask him why, why after this long, did he want to break up with you, did he want to throw away the life you built. Weren't you enough for him no more,? Is there someone else? Why Now?

The way he said goodbye wasn't with a voice filled with anger, no, his emerald green eyes was sad, his voice almost breaking when he said "I need too let you go sweetheart" and his lips found yours instinctively, it was a soft, kiss, mixed with the taste of him, salt and rain. You didn't want him too leave, you wanted to grab ahold of him, and beg him too stay, but before you could, he got in that Chevy Impala, the engine roared and the tires screeched, as he drove off into the darkness, not a single star in the sky, its almost as if the magic of the moonlight left with him.

Its been a little over three months since he left you standing in the rain, like some dumb country song, but you somehow found a way too move through your everyday life, you were a hunter before you met Dean, and you still are, well in all honesty saving people is the only thing that got you through the days.

It isn't really a job you tell everyone about, oh heck no!, its more a work you keep too yourself, letting your family believe, your just a traveling failure, well you always did kind of feel like you lost your way over the years, but these days your numb. Your best friend Sam doesn't even talk too you anymore, you don't really have a lot of folks who you could call, and say "hey, ya know I'm not really doing well, I need a pick me up or a damn hug" no you always kept too yourself, not trusting anyone, but the day you met Dean and Sam on a hunt it changed.! Sam quickly became your best friend and well Dean soon became the only man you'll ever love, even though he had his issues. And then there was Castiel the angel, he has always felt like a beacon of hope, making you laugh with his "I don't understand that reference" sayings. But the day Dean walked out they all left, leaving you completely alone in this damn scary world. It's not the monsters that scares you, no that you get, but it's the people. Every single person you have met in your life has a hidden agenda, why can't they just be good people.

Sitting at the diner in the small town, were you were investigating strange disappearances, ordering a black coffee, the display with the different pies catching your eye. Your mind wanders off to Dean's birthday... You prepared all his favorite foods, burgers, bacon, fries, the greaser the better, and then you started with the making of his favorite pies. But somewhere along the way you forgot about the pie's in the oven, letting them burn to a crisp, after you rushed in, trying to save what's left of the charred goods, seeing it was disaster, you wouldn't be able to save it, you burst into tears, cussing yourself for messing up what's supposed to be the perfect day, you felt his strong arms pulling you towards his chest, staining his shirt with the wetness of your cheeks. He's breathe hot as he kissed you, in a loving, comforting way, reassuring you everything will be okay, it's just pie's not the end off the world.

He always did know how too comfort you, how too chase the darkness away, he was your lighthouse, so to say, showing you the way, back too the light. And now, now there's no more light too go home. No more home, just nothing.

Taking a sip of the now cold bitter coffee, that kind of taste like, old shoes, not that you'll know how that would taste like, but betting its something like this. Placing the cup down, sliding the dollar's underneath the half full cup on the diner table, you get up, throwing your ball cap on, hair hanging loose on your shoulders, taking your leather jacket and phone, you start too head out of the small town diner. Walking towards your Harley Davidson, you've always liked the way, that bunch of metal, felt roaring as you sat on that leather seat, the wind rushing through your hair, the way those gas fumes, flowed through your veins, not even to talk about the adrenaline that went with it, oh damn, you felt about your Harley like Dean felt about his impala. Seeing a giant creep checking out your bike, leaning on it, irritation in your voice "excuse, what are you doing?"

His voice rough and unpleasant "why do you care, little missy"

Walking closer, your eyes darker than usual "that's my bike"

The bald man, with his long beard, hiding his tatted neck, started to laugh "No way such a small little thing can handle that sort of horse power"

"I'm only going to ask you nicely one more time, get off my damn bike!"

Crossing his arms in front of him, "Or what? You gonna call the little cops"

"No! I'm going to make you get off my bike"

"I'd like to see you try missy"

She really wasn't in the mood for this. So she tried to shove him off, but he was on the larger side and didn't really move a single damn inch. It just made him irritated "hey come here missy" he said as he grabbed a hold of your arm, you smiled, that made him look at you all confused, but he soon realized, he should not have messed with you, as you took his fingers, and started bending them backwards, bringing the big guy down to your size. With your free hand, you punched the sucker in the face. Got up on your bike, and drove down the road too the nearest bar you could find, for information and while you where there you might as well get something to drink.

The Black Chevy Impala roared as it parked in front of the diner, Dean and Sam got out, a big guy, with a black eye, just got off the ground as they started making their way towards the door, Dean looked at the guy a smirk on his face "What happened to you buddy?"

The man mumbled "crazy biker chick"

Dean just laughed, as he figured this chick was probably part of his gang, as the beaten up guy had a biker jacket with their logo on. He still smiled but he felt stabbing pains in his heart. His sweetheart was a 'biker chick' a swell, she could handle that roaring horsepower better than most men, and man!, was she tough, so fierce and fiery, so passionate and yet so gentle, vulnerable at times, so fragile, she cared more than most, people, and beautiful, so freaking beautiful, her smile could light up a room, he fell hard for her the first time he saw her, and it just grew from there he loved her , he still loved her, but he just had too walk away, for her own safety, everyone close too him get hurt or dies. And especially with everything going on, he couldn't risk it, if someone found out, that she wasn't just another hunter, no she was the love of his life, he'd never forgive himself if something would happen too her. Sam calling his name for the fourth time pulled him out of his deep thoughts, "Hey man, you with me?"

"Yeah, yeah, just thinking I need a drink not coffee"

Sam gave him a sympathetic smile, knowing his brother probably thought of her again, he just nods and says "okay sure let's go"

The only information she got was that, some of the missing folks were last seen close too a pig farm , on the outskirts of this town.

And now, now she just sat here swallowing the vodka, it was easier than too think that Dean aren't coming back, hating how she felt , how alone and miserable, how heartbroken, she really thought that she was stronger than this, but no, she's weak and pathetic, sobbing about a man, a damn man who left her in the pouring rain. What the hell was wrong with her, she never was the kind, to be good little wife material, who would cook for her husband and bake brownies for her children's school, but the sad truth was she wanted too be all that with Dean, she would've gave up hunting, too be his wife and the mother of his children. But clearly he didn't feel the same. Thumbing away a stray tear, she gestures to the bartender , for another. The music was loud and the alcohol made her slightly lightheaded, she knew she needed some air, sliding off the barstool, walking towards the exit, fumbling in her pockets for a packet of cigarettes, she only smokes when she drinks. Some guy, lit her cigarette, she just nods, thanking him with a smile as she stood in the crisp evening air, the air mixed with nicotine hit her lungs, letting a little cough escapes her lips. As she blows out the smoke, she heard that damn Chevy pull in, she couldn't miss it , Dean had a certain way if driving and it was him for sure. She just stood there, frozen in the darkness. "What the hell is he doing here" whispering underneath her breath. Hoping that he doesn't see her, knowing that she will burst out in tears the moment she tried to speak too him.

He wales past a couple of bikes, that's when he saw it, her bike, hard too miss it, on the rear bumper the lyrics of her favorite Bon Jovi song. He elbows his brother "Sam, she's here"

Sam looked at him shocked, "What? Are you sure"

Running his hand over his face "Of course I'm damn sure" clearing his throat "I can't see her, man, I just can't, I've missed her so much, it was hard enough too walk away from her that night, I won't be able to do it again"

Sam places his hand on his big brother shoulder "Don't you think, this whole protection thing your trying is dumb"

Dean's jaw clenched, "No, Everybody around me dies, and there's nothing I can do about it, I have to let her go"

Sam just shook his head, his known his brother felt like this for a while now, but it's gotten worse, his unsure why, but he will try and get through too him, Dean's only been happy, whenever he was with her. "Okay let's go"

Dean and Sam made their way towards the car, they're about to get in when they heard a spine chilling scream , Dean recognized her voice. He searches in the darkness, when he catches a glimpse of four men, throwing her in a black van. He didn't even realized it but he started running towards the van, as the last of them jumped in, he saw a glimpse of her, the last thing he heard, was her screaming his name and a gun shot, which brought him to a stop as he fell to the ground, chanting her name over and over, until his eyes fell closed.

Sam fired his gun towards the van, but couldn't get decent shots from that angle. He fell to his knees next to his brother, glancing at the bullet wound in his chest, the blood gushing out, he applied pressure on the wound, he could feel the life draining from his brother as he begged Castiel to come. Sam's eyes damp with tears, his heart pounding in his throat, a silent scream escaping his lip "Cas, please man, I need you Dean need's you"

You could hear the flutter of wings, when the celestial being landed, his face struck with concern "What happened?"

Sam glanced at the man in the trench coat, holding his brother in arms, "please, just help him Cas"

The angel approached his best friend, there was nothing quite as bad, as seeing him, in pain, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder and Sam's, the three men found themselves in a motel, Dean was still unconscious but breathing, Sam glanced at the angel, mouthing a "thank you"

Traces of the tears still evident on her cheeks as she recalled Dean getting shot, he was there, running towards her, he stilled cared. The four men watched her like a hawk, she cradled her legs in the corner, as if she's a animal trying too hide herself from the prey.

The van came to a stop, she knew something had to be done, so she took the knife she hid in her boots, covered it in her hand, she knew taking all four men was asking to much, so she'll have to isolate them. Take them one by one. The men double, maybe triple her size, but she aren't going down this way, without a fight.

As the two men , opened the door, she saw what looked like a barn, there where cages, with other people inside, seeing she's not the only one that needed saving, she slid the knife back in her boot. She needed more information than this, so she went with it. The man held her by her hair, threw her into a cage which had two other girls probably about round about 16 and 18, and much older man, in his late 60's maybe. Hitting the the floor, scraping her palms.

The older man helped her up, "you okay?"

"Yeah thanks never been better" the sarcasm rolled over her pressed lips.

A big guy, came standing against the cage, with a stupid smug on his round face. "When Ricky there told me about this little woman, who punched him, just for leaning against her bike, I knew I had too throw you in the ring"

She got to a standing position, striding closer, too this gigantic man, "What are you? A human trafficker , organ? What"

He laughed "None of the above, just a business man," he started walking away.

"What is he talking about?" Her eyes intensified "Does anyone know why we are here?"

She heard a man's voice coming from another cage, he was beaten pretty bad, "We are here too fight against each other, like the movie Condemned, apparently it happens in really life" he let out a defeated laugh. The whole barn filled with chatter, people gasping for air, as the initial shock took over. Those who haven't seen the movie, quickly got enlighten by those who have, the rich of the rich, places bets on the person, who they think will survive and it gets streamed on the dark web for everyone to watch.

There's a clock with a timer and the one who have killed all the other 'players' in that amount of time, gets to live another round. Some just cried, the others just quietly, sat in the corners of their cages, holding on too their knees, as if that's going to help, everywhere in that barn there's cages filled with silence and then those with chatter.

Then in the cage she's in, the two young teenage girls just hold on too each other, clinging for dear Life. The grey old guy, just kept mumbling too himself, "I can't kill these people" over and over.

Probably not the most polite thing in this situation but damn, it worked on her nerves, she's trying think of a solution, a plan something to save these people. But she was all out of ideas, to be honest, except maybe one, her back was against the cage, she silently started to talk to Cas, asking him to come and find her, but nothing, he didn't hear or he didn't want too, either way it was up too her.

Glancing down at the ground, then her leather boots she remembered the knife, she could use that too unlock the cage door, then start freeing the others, she took the last bit of hope in her hand, starting to put the blade in, turning and wiggling it, until she heard the click sound, she was overjoyed, she slowly opened the screeching steel door, every noise sounded as loud as thunder.

She could see the different keys, close to the barn entrance, almost walking on the balls of her feet, so that she didn't make a single sound, reaching for the keys, her fingertips barely touching it, she jumped into the air, grabbing ahold if it, she started making her way towards the first cage. Searching for the key that fits, the barn doors flung open, she recognized the guy, Ricky from earlier, and some other dude, who made her skin crawl , "Hey how'd you get out?" Ricky shouted.

"What you can see me?" She joked, something she always did, when she was very nervous.

The other guy ran to her, but she kicked him before he even could touch her, she still had the knife in hand, this big fella didn't say, much, he charged towards her, when that silver blade touched his arm, it made him squirm, "Oh that's just freaking lovely, what are you, a vamp? A wolfie?" She sneered

The moment he showed his, teeth she knew it was a werewolf, the other folks in the cages screamed, as they never saw such a creature.

"So this games rigged? Normal human being and creatures from the night, joining the game"

Surprised the wolf looked at her , a growl "your a hunter?"

Mischievous smile on her lips "why would you say that?" The wolf growled once again, as he charged towards your position, clawing your back, as he flung you against a cage, everything is swimming before her eyes, all you could make out was that she was flung against the beaten up man, he had the bluest eyes, which kind of reminded her about Castiel's eyes.

The wolf like creature came closer, looking for your blood, that's when the man stood up, black coat drenched in blood, unsure if it was his own, or some of the creature's his killed, the last time, his blue orbs, illuminated, bloodshot veins stretched like a roadmap in his eyes , his fangs came out revealing that his a vampire.

Laying there, you where left at the mercy of these two, but you were surprised when the vamp, took ahold of the wolf, smashing his head against the bars, he had this deep old time southern voice "leave her alone"

The man, glared at her and the vamp, picking her up, letting her sway like a sack of potatoes in the air. Ricky quickly came to open the cage, throwing her in by the vampire, "You can have her".

Knowing the open wounds made the situation worse, as it was like a magnet for the vamp, she tried too get up, too defend herself but, in that moment she was too weak.

The vamp, came closer towards her, his features returned to those of a man, his voice kind "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm Benny"

Shocked "Benny, like in Benny Lafitte? Dean's friend?"

He smiled, "I thought I recognized you, saw you once on his lock screen, asked him about this new women in his life, he told me you are the love of his life"

Smirking, "Yeah that's awhile ago I guess"

Confusion written all over his face, but before he could ask, the barn filled with gas, hearing Benny say "its to knock us out so they can take us to the next location" before you could find out more, the knock out gas started taking its toll.

His eyes flutter open, Sam and Cas both sharing the same concerned facial expressions, his voice croaky "what did something happen? Is.." struggling to form the words "is she gone?"

Sam spoke quickly, trying to reassure his big brother "No! We don't know, Cas can't pick up her location"

Cas spoke "Wherever she's at, must be warded off with sigils"

Dean groaned when he sat up, "we have to save her, I can't loose her"

The three of them turned their heads when they heard the familiar phrase from Crowley "Hello Boys"

Dean immediately got up, pointing a finger at him, "Do you have something to do with her disappearance, tell me now!"

Crowley gave him a sympathetic look, that lasted about an second "Squirrel I had nothing to do with her, but I know where you can find her"

Dean could not control the anger that intensified in his chest, he smashed Crowley against the nearest wall, his arm pressing against his throat his forest green eyes pierced the black ones, his voice low, and stern "Crowley if your messing with me, I will kill you, I swear I'll kill"

With the flick of Crowley's fingers Dean flew across the room, he shouts, this whole situation clearly upsetting him as well. "She saved my damn life, why would I want something to happen to her, she cared enough to save me, ME!!!" Crowley shouted.

Sam hurried to help Dean up, recalling the saving Crowley is talking about, he was stuck in a devils trap, bounded with chains around his hands and neck, as some other hunter took out all his anger on Crowley, stabbing him over and over, when she came in, tried talking the man down, but he didn't see any reason as he thought Crowley was to blame for the death of his family, but he wasn't, he had nothing to do with it. As she was talking to this guy, she slowly started to scratch the round red chalked circle on the floor with the heel of her boots, so that Crowley can break free, the line was finally broken, by clicking his fingers the chains shook loose and fell into a thousand pieces, the other hunter saw what she did, ran towards her, pushed the blade right through her upper torso. That's when Dean and Sam ran into, her for the first time, they where hunting the hunter who they thought was possessed but turns out he had such an amount of rage inside him, that whom ever got in his way, he'd kill.

Dean's harsh voice pulled Sam out of his thoughts, "Where is she Crowley"

"Well not only her , but other people as well, even Werewolves and vampires, you named it they have it, I know the location, but we have to go now," he clears his throat, "there's only one snag, neither can I nor Cass get in their, the damn sigils on the barns wall, wont let us through"

Dean's already halfway across the room, towards the door, "what are we waiting for"

In a matter of seconds the four of them stood In front of the barn on the pig farm, Sam is busy discussing a plan of action but Dean, already pushed the barn doors open, "what the hell Dean" the loudness in Sam's voice makes Dean face him, but he just shakes him off, not answering, too determined to safe her, he walks in, gun in hand, ready for anything, everywhere you look, all the cage doors stands open, not a single trace of anyone, something glistening on the floor catches his eye, its a rose gold chain with a heart shaped locket, he didn't need to turn it around, to see the engraved 'love you always D.W' to know its hers, he opens it anyways, glaring at the picture, both off them laughing, the way they looked at each other, you could feel the electricity, the love they shared, he folds it closed in his fisted hand, his eyes damp with emotion. He runs outside, punches Crowley straight in the face. Cas takes ahold of Dean's arm's demanding him to stop. The defeated look on his face is too much too bare for the three men looking at Dean, disappointed and unsure where to look next they start looking around the farm for clues, for something that can give him a glimpse of hope.

The strong sunrays, burning her eyes, as she opens them, the pain from last night's fight, let's her realize what's happening, she tries too move, but can't, searching for the reason, she sees the rope wrapped around her arms, and waist, too a tree, she tries too wiggle, to get out off the tight grip, that's when she hears a ticking of a clock tick-tock, tick-tock, it sounded incredibly loud, looking up to where the sounds came from, seeing giant speakers blaring the sound of a clock. A rough unpleasant voice spoke, game rules: "Everything goes, you can use any weapon you can find, to kill your opponent, and also remember the last one standing gets too live" he lets out a snotty laugh. "Oh yes, and contestants, we made the first kill very easy, if you can find contestant five, she's tied up and ready to kill, oh and give us a show" he laughs harder, then all of the sudden its dead silence, figuring she's contestant no: five, she'd better think of something to get out if this situation. Her words barely a whisper, "I don't even know why I try, but Cas are you there, Crowley, can someone hear me? Please I need someone"

The rustling of the leaves, let's her know there's someone, maybe it's Cas or Crowley, maybe its someone's who wants to take her as their first kill.

The large man with his black coat walks towards her.

He's voice hushed, "let me get you outta here"

"Oh darn, I'm so thankful its you Benny"

As he unties her, they hear rustling in the bushes, he hands her a knife, and they stand ready for action, back against back, three people came closer, it's the three she shared the cage with, she and Benny suggested they walk behind them, so that the two of them can protect them.

The further they walk the more danger they seem too run into, Benny takes the most werewolves, windigos and Leviathan's , as for you, you take most of the other human beings, who wants to attack the two teenage girls and old man.

You are bruised, beaten and torn up, unsure if your body is covered in your own blood or those of the enemies, you keep on going, grateful, that you had these people to protect, because if you had to be honest, if it weren't for them, you wouldn't fight so hard to survive, every now and then you get flashbacks of how Dean got shot, knowing it was fatal, you don't want to allow yourself to think that he could be really gone, there's this glimmer of hope that he might still be alive, maybe Sam helped him, maybe Cas or Crowley.

Resting against a tree to catch your breath, you see the blood gushing down your arm, one of the men came at you with a damn axe, and in the fight he threw the axe towards you, pinning you against a tree, it must've been the adrenaline but you wiggled that axe, out of you arm, screaming while throwing it back at him, which ended up between his eyes. You fell too your knees, the emotion welling up behind your eyes, you get caught off guard when someone or something picks you up in the air. A little weak, and confused all you can see is that your draped over the large man, with multiple tattoos shoulder, it didn't take long, too lose consciousness.

Dean could not believe what he just heard, both Cas and Crowley told him, that they heard you call out too them, they knew where you were, you where caught in Purgatory, damn Purgatory. What the hell is going on. It felt like someone took his very last breath. His been too Purgatory, It's no joke for sure, it changed him, the only person who made him whole was her, his sweetheart and now, now she's going through all of that.

Crowley spoke with his people, which revealed, that the one and only Dick Roman sits behind it all, with a connection in the real world, who takes normal people, of all ages just to make money, and feed his obsession of killing people.

His quiet, as he drives too the place where the portal opens to Purgatory, thinking about all the things there, so many monsters, dangers around every corner. He just hopes, his going to make it in time, she just has too be okay, has to be alive, squinting his eyes as he recalls what he had too do, too survive.

"Sweetheart you awake?" Rolling over too the right side of the bed, emerald green eyes looking back at you, "Baby?"

"Why do you look so surprised sweetheart"

"Uhmmm I'm not really sure, it feels so right yet so wrong" she smiled

Without a single word, Dean cups your face, places his lips on yours, its sweet, it's sensual, yet filled with passion. Breaking the kiss, you look at him, studying his face, the speck of hazel around the black pupil, the way, his freckles runs across his nose, almost like the milky way, the corners of his mouth, that is slightly curled in a smile, his plumps lips, that's slightly swollen from the kiss, the little stubble on his chin and cheeks, the way his jawline just kind of frames his picture perfect face, the way his deep smoky voice fills the air, and your body with a exhilarating energy, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.

Your voice barely audible and brittle, "I just love you, I love you more than life itself"

His voice calm, but certain "Marry Me"

Your jaw dropped, "What?"

He started to kiss your lips softly, his breathe hot as he said "Yes babe, I want you to be my wife?"

Searching his eyes your lips crept upwards into a smile, your voice sounded more brittle than you intended "Yes, yes Dean Winchester, I'll marry you"

The joy dancing in his green eyes, made you happy, even though a few stray tears rolled over your cheeks.

Feeling like your walking on cloud nine, then all of the sudden, you get this sharp pain in you ribs, unwillingly your eyes flutter open, gasping for air "what the hell?"

Looking around you, seeing your in some kind of room, chains around your wrists, hanging from what looks like the ceiling, clothing blood-soaked. Hair sticking to your face, sweat mixed with blood. Your feet barely touching the floor, it feels as if your arms is getting pulled out of their sockets if you move to much, your throat dry, realizing you must've been passed out, it wasn't really a dream, more like a memory, Dean did ask you too marry him, and then outta nowhere, two days later, you where left standing in the rain, the tears streaming down your face, unsure if it's about the way Dean left things, or the situation your currently thrown in.

Sighing, whispering to no one really "I'm tired, I'm so tired, I can't anymore and I don't want to anymore" head hanging down, looking at the floor, closing your eyes, wishing all this could be over, you heard heavy footsteps, laughter filling the dark air.

His voice smooth "All this turned out better than I could've imagined"

Confused you glare at him "okay, fine you win, get it over with"

Walking closer towards you, big smug on his face, "see, I can't deal with you yet, I know who you are" getting angrier now "I'll finally get my revenge, Dean will watch you die, he wanted to send me here, now I will take something precious from him"

Shocked to hear that he thinks Dean is still alive , she plays along maybe, it's her way out, Scoffing "Well sorry to hear you think he'd be coming to look for me, because we aren't together no more"

He laughs, "oh no, he is already here, searching for you, my men left him a little bread trail, as to where you are"

Furious now, you shake, trying to get loose, shouting "You leave Dean alone, kill me , but let him go please"

Clapping his hands together, "Ah, young love" he laughs harder "I am going to kill you, but Dean needs to watch, then I'll kill Sam, Cas and even Crowley, all while Dean has to watch"

Eyes wide, barely audible "They're all here"

His smug smile never leaving his face "oh yes, all of them, clearly they care, its so pathetic, you humans, you know that?"

Squinting her eyes, trying too fight the tears threatening to spill over, you care about all of them, more than you care to admit. He just simply walks out of sight. The silence is deafening, the only thing she can hear is her heart racing, Dean's alive, he came looking for her. Somewhere between the excitement of hearing Dean's alive and the spine chilling silence, she lost consciousness.

They hardly had too beat the crap out of some of the men, on their road to this half torn down, factory like building, all of them agreed, it felt like a trap, but Dean didn't give a damn, he needed to find her, save her and bring her home, he has been cursing himself internally, the whole damn way, if only he didn't freak out, but the moment he realized he wanted to marry her, be her husband, wishing he never said that, went on that hunt, saw how that ghost threw her against the wall, the pain she must've felt, he couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt or worst getting killed, just because that's what he did, so saying goodbye, felt like the best thing to do, hoping she'll give up hunting, but he should've known better. He should have stayed by her side, he should have discussed his fears, the way he felt, but instead he went and broke her heart.

The four of them split up, there's to many halls, and doors too search, mostly the halls are filled with darkness, its filthy and disgusting, dried splattered blood on the walls, scattered human bones on the cement floors. There's scratching sounds coming from one of the rooms, the gun in Dean's hand is loaded, opening the door, unsure of what he's going to find, he's skin crawling as a bunch of rats, runs past him, some over his feet, slapping against his legs, whispering underneath his breath, "damn filth". He's heart, beating out of his chest, the more he walks in the darkness the more he can feel the darkness entering his mind, his heart, every grain of his very being.

He stopped in his tracks, the moment he saw her, hanging by chain's, her whole body is slumped over, hair covering her face, he can't make out if she's still breathing, for what felt like an eternity, he froze, almost too afraid to take a closer look. Striding closer till he's right in front of her, he gently takes her face in his hands, concern painted on his face, a burning pain in his chest, her beautiful face is bruised, and bloodied, her breathing faint, but still there, his voice hushed "Sweetheart, can you hear me"

Watching her open her eyes, was a beautiful site, she looked tired, a smile across her busted lips, "Dean,"

"Yes sweetheart I'm here, I'm sorry, I love you" he declared.

Sobbing now, "I... I thought I lost you forever"

"Baby, you'll always have me, always you hear me" he pleaded

Before she could answer a couple of men appeared out of the shadows. There were maybe six or seven, Dean got up, in a fighting stance ready to beat the crap out of them, he started punching and kicking his way, through the men, it wasn't until the last one hit the ground that he'd stop, blood splatters across his face, glancing over at her, he hears the familiar voice of Dick Roman "crashing the party are we?"

"Yeah well I didn't receive an invite so thought I'll invite myself" Dean smirked. He drew his gun, knowing it won't really help, but it's more a habit, "What do you want?" He questioned

Crude laughter fills the air, "I want you to pay Dean" he snapped his fingers, more men came running towards Dean, he tried his best, but he was one against, all of them, they over powered him, one clocked him against the head, in his unconscious state, they were tying him to a chair with chains, facing you.

It didn't take long before they were beating you, biting your lower lip, not wanting to give them the pleasure of seeing you in so much pain, you could taste the blood on the tip on your lip.

Dick Roman came walking towards you, dagger in hand, hoping he couldn't see the pain, and fear in your eyes, your eyes pierced his, he didn't say a single word, he pushed that dagger, through the skin and bone, wedging it between your ribs. Your scream filling the dark room.

Dean's eyes flung open, he's jaw clenched, he's voice angered and defeated "NO BABE" he shouted.

"Ah poor Dean Winchester" he laughed

Dean's green eyes, now almost black, "I'm going to kill, I promise you that"

Laughter filled the air, once again, it didn't last long though, surprised he glanced at them, Sam, Cas, Crowley and Benny, all four off them stood their bloodied and beaten, but ready to fight. All four of them started fighting and killing their way towards Dean and you, Crowley was the first one to stand next too Dean, his British voice almost inaudible "This belongs to you" he's face lit up with a sly smile.

Dean looked at him all confused, "I thought you threw this in the sea somewhere"

Crowley just shrugs his shoulders. The moment he placed that blade in Dean's hands he could feel the mark, turning a fiery red, the power pulsing through his veins, it didn't take long for the effects to take control of him, breaking loose out of the chain's, he faces Dick Roman, a smirk on his lips, he's features darkens. Taking that blade right too his chest, he kept going over and over, not stopping for a second, driving the blade further and deeper into his now lifeless body.

Sam tried to make him stop, even Cas, Benny and Crowley, but it didn't work.

Your voice brittle, revealing the pain, "Dean stop, please Baby"

Immediately stopping, he threw the blade down, running towards you, his eyes pleading, his voice soft "Sweetheart I'm so sorry" cupping your face, kissing your lips, holding you close to him, as Cas and Sam unlocks the chains, your body went limb, all you could feel is his hands holding you upright. Staring into his emerald green eyes, mouthing "I love you" the last thing you catches a glimpse off, was the light in his eyes as he replied "I love you too, Sweetheart, come back to me, come home please"

It's been almost three years since that dreadful day, smiling now, if it weren't for Dean begging Cas to save you, you wouldn't be here baking your husband his birthday pie, getting ready for the barbeque, with your good friends Sam, Cas, Benny and yes even dear old Crowley.

Did you and the Winchester Brothers stop hunting, no, of course not, but the two of you have each other and that's all you'll ever need, whenever your lost, knowing Dean's your lighthouse showing you the way home, with those beautiful green eyes.

#jacklesversebingo23 #nescveckwriter #lighthouse #spn fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #jensen ackles x reader #spotify #jared padalecki #sam and dean #dean winchester imagine #benny lafitte #castiel spn #spn #Spotify

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saintetheldreda · 6 months

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so i wrote a destiel fanfiction! its called "Taylor Swift rocks out, on occasion"

summary:

"He digs the tape out of his bag and propels it across the messy files and books strewn all over the table over to Cas like he blames it for everything that has gone wrong since he was born. Cas picks it up slowly and stares in stillness and careful wonder at where Dean has scrawled 'SONGS FOR CAS' on the tape."

Dean's love language is music, and all his favourite songs remind him of Castiel, and his feelings are so embarrassing that only Taylor Swift gets it. Being denial about all three of these things makes it a lot harder to give Castiel a mixtape than it has to be.

its very fluffy and cosy and its safe for work, but with enough flirting and pigtail pulling and slinging insults to make it worth reading < 3

its inspired by my love for music, i started listening to classic rock when i became obsessed with supernatural and i fell so madly in love with it so music will always be something i associate closely with this show. having said that, it's also inspired by my love of taylor swift HAHA you don't need to know any taylor swift songs to read this, but listening to "invisible string" or just reading the lyrics will help it make sense < 3 (sorry im new to classic rock so i couldnt do a classic rock thing lol)

its also inspired by desperately fantasising that one day someone will hand me a mixtape of songs that remind them of me because theyve fallen in love with me. im literally so cute why has this not happened to me yet. read this if you are also waiting for this to happen to you and we can live vicariously through it and pretend HAHA

#supernatural #destiel #destiel fanfiction #destiel fic #fanfiction #deancas #deancas fanfiction #deancas fic #castiel #dean winchester #taylor swift

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mlobsters · 1 year

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supernatural s5e13 the song remains the same (w. sera gamble, nancy weiner)

sometimes forget they banged in the impala, but then i'm like why is dean being so soft and familiar with her? oh right. anyway, kind of sweet this little interaction in dean's pg-13 stripper dream.

when he wakes up, there's a little chime that sounds just like a doorbell that's been muffled (in my house specifically to try to keep it from waking up a sleeping infant). anyway, the sound design on the original score is rarely very creative, kudos to them. startles the shit out of me every time, but good job on something interesting

ANNA Sam Winchester has to die.

this surely is going to end well for all parties involved.

there was a boy in my high school who had a fucking gorgeous late 70s black pontiac firebird trans am, god the rumble on its engine was delicious. i think i somehow got a ride somewhere with him at one point. he was a cute and smart boy but honestly the car was it.

DEAN So, what, you're like a Delorean without enough plutonium?

CASTIEL I don't understand that reference.

tell him, cas! i just complained about the number of references they use in this show a few episodes ago

cas sure folded like an ugly tan trench coat. "i should go alone" dean: "🥺" ok zap

SAM He's breathing. Sort of.

the line about buying microsoft stock reminds me when i was in middle school i think? there was a project where you had to "buy" a stock and then track its price in the newspaper over some number of days/weeks. imagine that. using the newspaper to check stock prices. ~it was the 90s~

all right so wasn't cas's point back when dean met mary to begin with that you can't change destiny? so isn't this all moot? when does #TeamFreeWill become a thing

JOHN Shut up, all of you! Look, not another word, or so help me, I will turn this car around!

DEAN Wow. Awkward family road trip.

SAM No kidding.

just like home, right, guys?

he reminds me of a combination teen wolf derek (tyler hoechlin) superman (henry cavill variant). one tv superman+one movie superman=young john winchester

SAM Pretty much forever. My dad raised me in it.

JOHN You're serious? Who the hell does that to a kid?

SAM Well, I mean, for the record, Mary's parents did.

JOHN I don't care. You know, what kind of irresponsible bastard lets a child anywhere near—you know, you could've been killed!

SAM I, uh...came kind of close.

JOHN The number it must've done on your head...your father was supposed to protect you.

laughing out loud. i'm sorry sera and nancy, i will always appreciate any and all john winchester shade, and especially unknowingly delivered by john winchester -- but i believe 0.00% late 70s generic straight white man has the emotional intelligence for this thought process / willingness to speak on it / willingness to talk shit about someone's father (a stranger no less) to their face

and i do not appreciate that it caused sam to come rushing to john's defense. gross child neglect, bro. y'all wrote this story and you gotta live with the consequences of how horrifyingly awful of a parent you made him be. just say no to the rehabilitation of john winchester

DEAN You have no other choice. There's a big difference between dying and never being born. And trust me, we're okay with it, I promise you that.

have they talked about this? they're both totally chill with never existing??

DEAN Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome.

oh, well. there you go

MARY Ohh...quite a kick there. Troublemaker already. It's okay, baby. It's all okay. Angels are watching over you.

so did michael scrub her brain but also leave some pro-angel bias in there? she said there's no such thing previously about angels. just how much did he scrub? i wonder how much is retcon and how much was actually planned. i imagine i could find the answer if i looked but i kind of like consuming this show in my little bubble the way i do. also, effort

#supernatural #spn 5x13 #spnwatch #john winchester #mary winchester #team free will #sera gamble #nancy weiner

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watchingspnagain · 2 months

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Rewatching Lucifer Rising

Welcome to “Dean Is a Cat and We Want Cheeseburgers: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e22: Lucifer Rising.

The cold open shows Azazel possessing a priest in 1972 and doing a ritual to speak to Lucifer. Luci tells him that he needs Lilith to break the seals that imprison him and that Azazel should look for a special boy. In the present, Sam and Ruby are after one of Lilith’s minions, planning to extract info from her and then have Sam drink up so he will be powerful enough to kill Lilith. Meanwhile, Dean is grump about Sam, and Bobby rips him a new one over it. Dean is then mysteriously zapped to a luxurious “Green Room,” where Zach and Cas explain that they’re keeping him safe because it’s inevitable that the last seal with be broken. Dean calls Sam and leaves a voicemail apologizing for being a dick, but the message Sam receives has been altered into an abusive rejection, which spurs Sam on in his plan. Back in the GR, Zach explains that heaven *wants* the apocalypse so they can bring about heaven on earth—and drops the fact that Dean is destined to kill Lucifer. Dean then argues with Cas that the angel *knows* that letting so many people die in an apocalypse is wrong, and Cas eventually comes round, in a bit of business that is approximately a floppitygillion times more homoerotic than it needed to be (we’re good with it). Cas banishes Zach with a sigil, tells Dean that *killing* Lilith is the final seal, and takes them to Chuck the Prophet to find out where Sam is. An archangel shows up to stop this, Cas stays to hold him off (die), and Dean goes after Sam. He’s too late, though. Sam kills Lilith, her blood flows through a weird spiral whoozit, and Ruby reveals that she’s been working with Lilith all along to bring this about. Sam holds Ruby, Dean stabs her with the demon knife, Lilith’s blood completes its journey through the spiral, and FADE TO WHITE.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Mace:

oooh yeah the song

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

priests outfits are ridiculous sometimes

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

i mean, if they want to wear dresses, just do it, man. no judgement. or at least much less than touching boys

Lor:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

this is why you put devil's traps in churches

Mace:

ha!

Lor:

their own fault really

Mace:

i’m not buying that these nuns are scared. they’d more likely be like, “Right, let’s gang up on this a-hole and do some EXORCISING”

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Mace:

oh sweet BEAN

Lor:

especially the handful of older ones

Mace:

YES

Lor:

aw his FACE

Lor:

you better go hug him

Mace:

YES

Mace:

YAS

Mace:

maybe also a little light petting

Lor:

sure sure, just a little light petting

Mace:

he’s so SAD

Lor:

don't distract him TOO much he has a season to finish

Mace:

snork

Lor:

and it's his turn to be a mess, so

Mace:

Dean’s upset, his collar is extra popped to indicate

Lor:

"don't make me get my gun, boy." Bobby. He doesn't need shot he needs kicked up the patootie

Mace:

it IS his turn

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

look, Dean. eat a cookie, go to therapy, and put on your hunter panties

Mace:

YAS

Mace:

give him that tough love

Lor:

YAAAAS BOBBY

Mace:

HAHAHA BOBBY

Lor:

"you stupid STUPID son of a bitch"

Mace:

I was talking to Lor, but okay

Mace:

YES

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

"no. you sound like your DAD"

Mace:

“you sound like your dad” OFFSIDES

Lor:

GET HIM BOBBY

Lor:

LOLOLOL

Lor:

"you are a better man than your daddy ever was" AAAAAAAAAA

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

CAS

Lor:

time for what? smooches?

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Mace:

MMM burgers

Lor:

what is that on the table? a lure Holy Grail? like in Indiana Jones?

Lor:

yeah but it's the "uh oh something's wrong" beer

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"you're looking fit" PISS OFF, ZACHARIAH

Mace:

omg SUITE LIFE

Lor:

YES

Lor:

"tempting. weird"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"bail on the holodeck" I love him, the little nerd

Mace:

from a kid’s show to ST. wow. impressive

Lor:

he has range

Mace:

he really does

Lor:

"well work harder"

Mace:

so bossy

Lor:

Iiiii'm okay with it

Mace:

Cas isn’t. that’s his job

Lor:

until Cas is ready to step in. he can stand in for now

Lor:

LOLOLOL

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Mace:

ooo the stutter. sweet DeanDean

Lor:

YES

Mace:

aw, he listened to Bobby

Mace:

good boy

Lor:

"I'm not Dad" you take that talk from Bobby to heart, Dean

Lor:

YES

Mace:

oh Sammy

Lor:

right?

Lor:

poor dude

Mace:

GET THIS

Lor:

well, demon, the editing suggests Sam

Lor:

YAS

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

oh Sam

Mace:

right?

Lor:

LOLOLOL DEAN OMG

Mace:

omg DEAN IS A CAT

Lor:

YES HE IS

Mace:

Cas is looking particularly prickly and gorgeous today

Lor:

HE IS

Lor:

"fine. I'll go with you" sigh

Lor:

he will say that so many times and it will get more and more devoted each time and I LOVE IT

Mace:

YES

Lor:

Dean was right, Sam. he was just a monumental jerk about it

Mace:

Lor:

lol the way he checks the wall to be sure

Mace:

HOWLER MONKEY

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

"you don't want to stop it, do you" and it aaaaaall suddenly makes sense

Mace:

this guy is so good

Lor:

oooo I hate Zach and the actor is so good

Lor:

HA! YES

Lor:

oh Dean. he's so worried

Mace:

is that a painting of Michael between them in the background

Lor:

I think so (ED: unless it’s Lucifer? *shrug*)

Mace:

that’s fabulous

Lor:

and it might even be on purpose this time

Lor:

"where's god in all this?" ooof, Dean

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

I love the little wing sounds when Cas shows up

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"he's gonna do it to himself" GAH

Mace:

ooof

Lor:

"WE’VE BEEN THROUGH MUCH TOGETHER YOU AND I" my A03 handle!

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

LOL the punch

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"you know what's real? people. families" oooooo I never realized that much much later when Dean asks what's real and Cas says "we are" it parallels this

Mace:

oooo NICE

Lor:

you tell him, Dean

Mace:

YES

Lor:

he just wants to give you whatever your little heart wants, Dean, keep trying

Mace:

YESYESYES

Mace:

they stand so close to each other I LOVE IT

Lor:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

*kisses whoever blocked this on the top of the head*

Mace:

“we’re done” but then when he looks back and sees Cas is gone, he’s so heartbroken

Mace:

GAH

Mace:

BOYS

Lor:

YES

Lor:

OMG NO

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

I FORGOT ABOUT THE FAKE VOICEMAIL

Mace:

STUPID ANGEL ASSHOLES

Mace:

GOD I WANT A CHEESEBURGER

Lor:

oooof and it being what Dean said that made him pause and then what he thinks Dean said pushing him over the edge

Mace:

omg Cas pushing Dean against the wall NNNNGGGG

Lor:

I'm sorry what? my brain went offline when Cas pushed Dean against the wall covering his mouth

Lor:

YAS

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

YES CAS

Mace:

HOW do people deny Destiel exists after a scene like that?!?!

Mace:

willful ignorance, clearly

Lor:

I genuinely have no idea

Lor:

blindness? homophobia?

Mace:

Lor:

like, these two start eyefucking the first time they're on screen and never stop?

Mace:

RIGHT?!?!

Mace:

homophobia and dipshittery

Lor:

"we're making it up as we go" AND DEAN'S FACE

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

YES

Lor:

I feel like maybe they should have read? something about all these seals?

Mace:

right?!

Mace:

poor Sammy

Mace:

fell for the honeypot

Lor:

he really really did

Mace:

he needs comforting, but after he gets a good slap upside

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

omg the Dumbo reference is perfect

Lor:

"you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo"

Lor:

YES

Lor:

"I don't care"

Mace:

YAS

Mace:

Sammy’s FACE

Lor:

i mean, she should have known that big brother Dean was gonna kill her for what she did to Sammy. pay attention, Ruby

Lor:

YES

Mace:

yep

Lor:

and his VOICE when he says "I'm sorry"

Mace:

Sammy has SUCH a good little brother face here

Lor:

YES

Lor:

omg I LOVE that it fades to white

Mace:

YES

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 4x22 #spn #supernatura #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 4x22 #watchingspnagain angels #watchingspnagain cold open #watchingspnagain consent #watchingspnagain editorial asides #watchingspnagain sam's blood drinking #watchingspnagain season finale

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Pilot 1.01 A.K.A. You Can’t Go Home Again

Episode Rating 8/10

Favorite Quote “We got work to do.” – Sam

Honorable Mentions “Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45” – Sam “It’s just… you won’t even talk about your family. And now you’re taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them?” - Jessica

Song that Represents the Episode

Monster of the Week A Woman in White

Road Map Lawrence, Kansas; 1998 Palo Alto, CA; Standford University 2005 Jericho, CA 2005

Overall, the pilot is a solid episode. It has an intriguing introduction to the characters and establishes important characteristics for the brothers. The audience is provided with enough context at the beginning and the end of the episode to explain that whatever killed Mary and Jessica has sinister motives towards the Winchesters. The Woman in White myth is a safe choice to ease the audience into the horrors of the supernatural world.

There are several interesting themes that are brought up in this episode that gets explored further as the story carries on. The first one is the Winchester Loyalty. Their family loyalty is shown to be absolutely strong from the beginning to end of this episode. Despite a chance at a different future, Sam drops everything to help his brother look for their father. Whatever bad blood or issues he may have with John, Sam didn’t hesitate to jump back into the fray. Dean’s loyalty towards family is pretty renowned in the fandom. His dad is missing and his brother could potentially be in danger. As much as his arrival was asking Sam for help, it is also just to do a check-in with his brother. I can imagine his alarms bells started ringing when he couldn’t contact his dad and knowing that Sam probably wouldn’t pick up the phone. He had to make sure that the one family member he could find was okay.

Another theme that is hinted at throughout this episode is Sam’s rejection of destiny and his desire for free will. Before Sam was even conceived, Sam has had his self-determination and autonomy undermined by forces beyond his control.

Mary sold his life to save John

John molded him to be a perfect soldier

John’s disappearance, Dean’s arrival, and Jess’ death is essentially divine intervention to get Sam back on the chess board (I personally believe that Azazel was giving John the run-a-round ‘til the boys were the perfect age)

Lastly, Sam and Dean experience the beginnings of the Hero’s Journey. For those that may not know, the Hero’s journey is where a hero goes on an adventure where he experiences conflicts, tragedy, and transformations before eventually returning home.

The Ordinary World: Sam’s at Standford living his “best” life. He is finally able to experience being the person that he desires to be. It may not be normal but it’s safe. Dean, on the other hand, continues to follow the family business; a consistency he can cling to. Day end and day out, he hunts the things that go bump in the night and saves people along the way. It may not be normal but it’s safe.

Call To Adventure: “Dad’s on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.” Dean is playing the role of the herald here. He has the uncomfortable job of convincing Sam to return to the chess board. (Divine Intervention at its finest. Dean said it himself; he has left Sam alone for two years and more than likely would have continued if not for the powers that be.) Sam and Dean are confronted with an anomaly that upsets their expectations of safety. For Dean, his family is no longer ‘safe;’ Sam is gone, Dad is gone, and Dean has been left behind. For Sam, the re-appearance of his brother shatters his illusion of safety. They can feel the shift of reality and have no choice but to accept the call.

Refusal of The Call: Sam falls back into the rhythm of working side by side with his brother and it unsettles him. It’s easy and familiar but it terrifies him. A part of him desires to be on the road again and a part of him that fears that sense of normality rejects the call. Sam refuses the call by taking the interview and Dean refuses it by taking Sam ‘home.’ As a result, they are punished for it and experience their first joint consequence of their refusal.

Social Work Sidenote: I graduated from the school of social work and the amount of dissecting I could do with Supernatural is crazy but would be miserable. (Also, I’m really rusty considering it’s been two years and I won’t be returning to school for another year but anyway -) However, my brain has been going around in circles about Sam and his reactions towards tragedy. This is just an overall analysis of his character arc. He. Never. Gives. Up. It is honestly quite insane because of the concept of Learned Helplessness. For those that don’t know, learned helplessness is where an individual, usually a child, experiences repeated trauma which reinforces the idea that situations are beyond their control and failure cannot be avoided.

In this situation, a child believes that no solution exists and he refuses or is unable to try and change the outcome. Sure, Sam has experienced moments of hopelessness but he never felt helpless. There was always something or someone pushing him forward to find a solution. I give significant credit to Dean (sometimes John) for keeping Sam away from the supernatural as long as he could. But most of it has been Sam. Sam who decided that sleeping with a .45 could not define his childhood. Sam who made Dean his lighthouse when he felt like all was lost. Sam who decided that going to college was the best choice because he understood that he was more than daddy’s soldier. Sam has been through trauma after trauma yet he has never fallen victim to learned helplessness. He keeps trying to be better and to do better.

Now on to my favorite tidbits of the episode.

Dean totally stalked his brother to make sure he was safe. He just straight out broke into his brother’s apartment so like did Sam have the common courtesy to keep his family updated or was his Sammy senses tingling. I’m pretty sure it was their souls reaching across time and space to be with each other again.

I love how casually Sam and Dean talk about credit card scams and fake IDs at a gas station where Dean just bought gas and food. Boys…it’s not that hard to see why Dean is caught by the police.

Man, I forgot how much of a novice the boys were in the beginning while doing their investigating shticks.

The diner scene is adorable. Sam geeking out about Amy’s necklace and Dean being completely done with him. Probably wondering how Sam even gets laid. I’m glad that this dynamic continues throughout the seasons.

The ending of this episode is literally the start of my SWPS: Sam Winchester Protection Squad. I currently want to wrap Sam in a blanket and hide him in a closet. Dean will be standing guard with a shotgun.

Moral of the episode: Beware a woman who is in a white dress

But seriously, I can imagine a conversation between Azazel and God.

God: I need you to do me a favor. Do you remember that time with the blond woman in the white dress burning on the ceiling?

Azazel: You talking about –

God: Yeah! Do it again!

Azazel: But the father and brother won’t be there.

God: Psh! It’s not about the consistency. It’s about the drama! The loss of innocence and home... And… AND…

Azazel: If I kill her, Will you Shut Up!

This is why I don’t write fanfic. I think of goofy shit.

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #samdean #S1E1 : Pilot #the epic love story of sam and dean #wincest #Spotify

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No. 25: Silence is Golden

Fandom: Supernatural Rating: T Warnings: Violence Summary: “This is Heaven’s mercy, Castiel,” Michael said. Cas lay stunned beneath his foot, eyes wide and darting, throat trickling blood. “Be grateful that I have left you this much.” (Episode AU, S5E22: Swan's Song) (Read on AO3)

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Dean flinched back as Michael erupted into flames with a scream, burning away into nothing. He stared from the empty space where Adam’s body had stood over to Cas.

“He’ll be back,” Cas nodded. “You’ve got your two minutes.”

“Castiel,” Lucifer’s voice was oddly sing-song, and when Dean shot a look back at him the smile on Sam’s face was almost patronizing. “Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?”

“Uh…” Cas was backing away, hands held out.

“Ah-ah,” Lucifer held a hand up and waggled his finger. “Silence is golden.”

Dean watched in horror as Castiel’s mouth disappeared, sealed shut as though it had never been there. Cas tried to back away, but Lucifer seized him by the hair and slammed his face into his knee.

“No one dicks with Michael except me,” Lucifer spat. With a flick of his wrist, Cas was thrown sideways into Bobby, hard enough that they both flew into the trees behind them. They didn’t get back up.

Lucifer rolled his shoulders and turned back to face Dean. “Where were we?”

The next minute would haunt Dean for the rest of his life. However short that might be.

The devil, in his brother’s body, beating him within an inch of his life. His blood on Sam’s knuckles. Sam’s face twisted in a sick sort of pleasure.

He couldn’t fight back. Not when it was Sammy.

He’d only wanted his brother to know he wasn’t alone.

Lucifer froze, fist raised, expression falling slack. Horror spread across Sam’s face, and he staggered back.

“It’s okay, Dean,” he stammered, tugging the Horsemen’s rings out of his pocket. “It’s okay.”

Dean couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. He watched through eyes that were swollen nearly shut as Sam completed the ritual, opening the hole to the Cage. He tried to will himself to stand, to follow Sam, to grab onto his jacket and fall with him, but something in his chest moved with every breath and he wasn’t sure he could feel anything below his left knee.

And then Sam was gone, the hole in the earth closed over, and the stink of sulfur mingled with the smell of ozone as Michael arrived a moment too late.

Dean was barely aware of the archangel’s appearance. He’d managed to slump down to his hands and knees, though he wasn’t sure where he was going. Crawling to the hole, maybe? Maybe something was there? He could still follow Sam?

“I don’t know if I should be thanking you.”

He didn’t even have it in him to flinch at the archangel’s imperious voice.

“You might think you did me a service,” Michael continued, crouching down next to Dean, hand on the back of his neck. “But this was my fight. Not yours.”

Dean closed his swollen eyes. If the archangel was going to kill him, might as well get it over with.

“Still. I suppose this was no without its benefits.” Michael pulled away, and Dean nearly collapsed as his body knit itself back together. “You have merely managed to delay Armageddon, not abolish it. And in doing so, exposed a traitor among my ranks.”

Traitor? Dean painfully shoved himself up to his feet—apparently Michael had only been concerned with preserving his life, not healing his wounds—and staggered after the archangel. “Hey, wait a second.”

“Castiel!” Michael had already reached the bodies by the tree. He grabbed Cas by the front of his shirt and hoisted him up into the air. “What was that you called me?”

“He called you ass-butt,” Dean offered. Michael turned toward him, fury in his eyes, and Dean tried to shrug. “He’s not very good with the insults, it doesn’t really mean anything.”

Cas’s mouth was still sealed shut, and he struggled against Michael’s hold. Behind him, Bobby shifted on the ground, hand going to his eyes. He was coming around, but Michael largely ignored him.

“There is only one suitable punishment for an angel who stands against the law of Heaven,” Michael intoned.

“Wait, just…just wait!” Dean staggered forward a few more steps, until he reached a tree to lean against. “Cas’s already paid for that. He’s not an angel anymore.”

“No, he’s still an angel,” Michael said, his attention focused on Castiel again. “Fallen or not, he is an angel. For now.”

Michael spun around and strode back into the clearing, Cas still held aloft. Dean tried to follow, but his knees gave out after a few steps, and it was all he could do to hold himself upright enough to see what was happening.

“Castiel. You are hereby cast out of Heaven, by the will of our Father, and by the hand of his first son.”

He threw Cas down to the ground and rolled him onto his stomach. Michael placed a foot against Cas’s back, just above his waistband, and leaned over to clench both his hands into fists.

Dean barely had time to wonder what the archangel was doing before Michael wrenched both hands up and away. There was a spray of blood and a sudden shower of black feathers. For a moment, Michael’s hands seemed to be holding large, feathered wings, before he tightened his fists again and they burned to ash.

Cas’s body had gone rigid, his face twisted in anguish. Even from where he knelt, Dean could see tears in the angel’s eyes.

Michael leaned down, foot still on Cas’s back, and twisted his fingers in his dark hair to yank his head back. He had a blade in his hand, a sliver streak in the air as he slashed Cas’s throat.

“No!” Dean struggled to his feet, but a gesture from Michael threw him down again. He could only watch as a faint ribbon of light, more gray than white, trickled out of Cas’s throat to be gathered in Michael’s hand.

“It is done,” the archangel proclaimed. He tightened his fist, there was a sharp scent of burning ozone, and when he opened his hand only ashes remained.

“This is Heaven’s mercy, Castiel,” Michael said. Cas lay stunned beneath his foot, eyes wide and darting, throat trickling blood. “Be grateful that I have left you this much.”

He backed away, leaving Cas torn and bloodied on the ground, and turned to stare at Dean. “You have made yourselves enemies of Heaven. Pray we do not meet again.”

Then Adam was throwing his head back, brilliant white-blue light erupting out of his mouth before he collapsed to the ground.

And Castiel screamed.

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liopleurodean · 1 year

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The Road So Far: Season Four

Well that was a ride.

Friendly reminder to check my tag #ashla chick flick moments to see my live commentary on every episode of Supernatural up through season 4 (so far), as well as the other 3 season recaps.

With that out of the way, let's talk about season 4.

Can I start with the poetry? If you gave me enough time, I could write a whole essay about the symmetry in this season. I mean, start with the obvious -- the titles of 4x01 Lazarus Rising and 4x22 Lucifer Rising (and don't get me started on comparing Dean to Lazarus, one of Jesus' closest friends. If you haven't read that story, please do. It adds so much). And I mean, all of the episode titles are on point this season. At least one Zeppelin song, a Peanuts reference, a Sesame Street reference (which I mentioned in my post about the episode, 4x18 The Monster at the End of This Book).

This season really highlighted how Sam and Dean have evolved in just four short years. Obviously there were extenuating circumstances to make them that way, but I feel like both characters were really stripped to their cores to see what makes them tick, and it's so fascinating to watch them react to what's happening around them. Dean is finally coming to see that his life actually has meaning, while Sam is falling apart from the life he never wanted. It's plain to see that neither of them wants to keep hunting, but season 4 has also provided plenty of evidence that hunting is undeniably in their blood.

It's also interesting to see how Azazel's plan fits into the greater storyline. I think I mentioned back in season 2 that his whole plot didn't make much sense on its own, and it's gratifying to see everything fall into place.

Once again, it feels like the writers are forcing Sam to be the main character, even though this season definitely has more Dean-centric episodes and Dean gets a lot more development and limelight. It's almost funny to think about.

Before I forget, I suppose I should pick my favorite episode. I do have to say, while this was my favorite season as a whole, none of the episodes really stand out to me as amazing. 4x06 Yellow Fever is a fan favorite, and I'm no exception, 4x17 It's A Terrible Life was incredibly light-hearted, which was much needed after On The Head of a Pin. 4x13 After School Special gets an honorable mention, but it's not on the same level as the other two. My all-time favorite episode remains to be 1x12 Faith, which surprises even me because I'm generally not a fan of overly emotional and heavy media. I tend to prefer more lighthearted stories, but Faith really hits. I've already said that 4 is my favorite season, even if the individual episodes were a bit lacking. I think I preferred the overarching plotline of this season over others; it had much higher stakes and I was much more invested in what was happening. I really felt more emotional about certain plot beats and the characters felt a lot more real. I sped through this season pretty quickly, at least in terms of how many watch-days it took (as opposed to total elapsed time since the last season). It helps that I was on a road trip, so I got a lot of time in the car, but I think I would have finished quickly anyways because the story was so riveting.

This season we got to meet Cas! I have to admit, he wasn't exactly what I was expecting. Then again, neither were Sam and Dean. I feel like I simultaneously know so much and so little about Cas compared to the two brothers, but that'll change as I get deeper into the show.

While I'm not a Destiel shipper (I know. But Dean is Ben's dad and I will fight you) I can definitely see where they're coming from. I'll probably keep making comments on it as I see it, because it really is an interesting take that could add to the show. As it is, it's exciting to see Cas evolve into a member of Team Free Will (and I'm honestly a little surprised that it's happening so quickly). Even though most angels are pieces of crap, it's still fun to see a new player on the field.

Speaking of, let's talk about Chuck. I've already had a lot of the show spoiled for me being on Tumblr, so a lot of the plot twists won't be as twisty to me. One of said plot twists is the fact that Chuck is God. Now, obviously I already know this, but what I don't know is why he's acting the way he is. Is he lying? Was his memory actually wiped? If so, by whom? Lots of fun questions, and I can't wait to see them answered.

And with that, I think it's time I wrap this up. I'll start season 5 hopefully sometime this week. Carry On!

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 4 #the road so far

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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Can We Dance?

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: @lelapine

Warnings: lil bit of swearing, mentions of previous kidnapping, F.R.I.E.N.D.S references, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 1,411

Summary: when Sam came home to the bunker, he found his girlfriend waiting with music and all the patience in the world. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky. Takes place a year or two after the events of I Will Help You Hunt but doesn't necessarily needs to be read beforehand (all you need to know is that they met before and Sam saved her in their senior year from a bunch of witches)

A/N: as always unedited, it's 1:46 am here but i just needed to post this before going to sleep. Have fun!

Quiet music was playing when Sam came down the stairs of the bunker. Dean was busy with the clean up and besides, Cas had called him away so it was just him. Or it was supposed to be.

Albeit tired, he started reaching for his gun. Only humans were able to get inside the bunker so the bullets should be enough.

But the next twist of the stair case revealed anything but a threat to his life.

There at the table sat Y/N, her legs propped up on another chair with a book resting on her knees. She was smiling up at him. "How was work, Darling?"

"You little shit," Sam was laughing when he took the last step and leaned over to press a little kiss to the top of her head, "I thought someone had broken in!"

"I used a key," she pointed out, eyes drifting back to the book for a sentence or two, "Charlie made me one."

Sam had to admit he was impressed. And a tiny bit regretted that he had introduced the two women. Only God knew what they could come up with together. Or, well, possibly not even Him.

His hand had found its way into her hair subconsciously. Y/N was leaning into the touch immediately while Sam was still stuck on the forged key. "You'll be the death of me, you know that?"

"Perfectly aware of that," she was grinning. And. Still. Reading.

Something inside of him snapped. Sam couldn't really tell why and what exactly he was planning but he had Y/N pulled up from her chair and pressed to his chest. Maybe to make a point. That he was strong and could defend the both of them. Fuck, Dean would have a field day with his brain right now.

And Y/N was still smiling. Eyes blinked up at him innocently. "Do you want anything in particular or can we dance? I like that one."

"I-yes of course," Sam was agreeing and moving them over the floor before his brain had made a decision.

But the happy little sigh that fell from Y/N's lips was enough to stop Sam from questioning his life choices and who exactly was the dominant one in this relationship.

The song that was playing was one that Sam remembered faintly from Y/N, a slow one she liked to hum under her breath occasionally. So he let her wrap her arms around his neck, held her waist and swayed them to the rhythm.

While Y/N was resting her head on his chest and completely immersing herself in the melody, Sam could only stare down at her in wonder. That person right there in his arms was probably stronger than him and Dean combined. At least in his opinion.

She had survived the kidnapping without any knowledge about what was happening to her, a traumatizing situation in itself. And on top of that, she had not only listened but also believed their explanations of the supernatural despite the fact of how crazy Sam knew they sounded when they explained this stuff in ten minutes on the drive to the nearest hospital.

It was a miracle in itself that Y/N had allowed Sam back in her life - even with ten years of time for therapy. Some things never healed and left you broken behind. Despite all that, the woman in his arms stayed strong, kept her happiness and hope for the world close to her heart and allowed Sam in it. Welcomed him even. That was the second biggest miracle in his opinion. Y/N not only accepted the hunting as his life, no she wanted a real relationship including Sam's more than taxing job.

And though Sam was often reminded of the sheer awesomeness of Y/N, her easy going character still surprised her often enough. Like now. An impromptu dance session was the last thing Sam had expected when he had walked in here, sweaty and exhausted.

"Stop thinking so loud and enjoy," Y/N said into his shirt. He could feel her breath through the fabric, a blooming warmth just under his heart.

Sam chuckled softly and squeezed her left hip. "Sorry, Love."

The myth of Persephone and Hades came out of nowhere to mind but for the first time maybe, Sam could understand the God of the Underworld. If Hades felt the same as him when his Goddess of Spring returned each fall, Sam now knew why he was more compelled to pardon a ghost or two.

Y/N's voice was a little bit like flowers blooming in the air as she was humming along to the song (and yep, Sam was never more relieved that Dean would never get entrance to his mind). His own Goddess of Spring dancing in his version of the Hades with him and casting a light Sam had never seen before. Though the bunker and the Hades had only its underworldly (read: under the ground) existence in common.

"You're doing it again," Y/N stated, fingers tugging at his hair to get his attention.

While her eyes darted over his face, a hint of worry in them now that he had spaced out for the second time, Sam willed his blood not to shoot to his cheeks. "Long day, sorry."

"No need to apologize, Baby," she assured him, "you need some rest? I probably shouldn't have just jumped you like that."

Before Y/N could start babbling like she tended to when she thought she did something wrong, Sam stopped her with a smile. "I like having you around, silly. But a shower would be heavenly right now, so I'm gonna do that and then we could watch some Netflix together?"

"Sounds lovely!" Y/N agreed and promptly ushered him towards the bathroom.

"Seriously though, was there a reason you broke in or did you just wanted to give me a heart attack?" Sam finally had to ask.

For the past hour and a half, they had been watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S on Sam's laptop propped on their tangled legs with Y/N's head resting on his shoulder to see properly.

He could feel her shrug as Joey flunked his way through another casting interview. "I wanted to see you and I love it here. The little scare was an added bonus."

"You're insufferable," Sam freed his arm from in between them and wrapped it around Y/N's shoulders to squeeze it, "I love you."

"Love you too. Now shush, I wanna know what happens next." She clamped a hand over his mouth unexpectedly.

Of course, Sam had to lick it. Which made Y/N shriek and rub it off on his shirt. The laptop fell from their legs and somewhere next to their bodies while Y/N hunted him over the bed to get his spit off her hand.

Some minor quarreling later, Sam was pinning a squirming Y/N down. Not hard enough that she was actually trapped but with enough force to hold her in place to surprise her with a kiss.

Her fingers tangled into his hair immediately and pulled him closer. While Sam felt the pressure of her legs wrapping around his hips, he thought that he could get used to having this every day. Messing around with Y/N and having all the time in the world. Waking up with her already there and no one having to run home to get ready for the day.

"Move in with me." The words had spilled over before the thought had formed completely.

For horrible two seconds, Y/N was just staring at him. Her legs were still around his hips, fingers still clutching the collar of his shirt. Sam was about to get up and find a witch to turn back time when she started nodding. "Yes! I'd love to, Sam."

With her eyes shining brightly, her cheeks a little red from the prior exercise and the sweet words from her mouth, Sam couldn't resist to kiss her again. She laughed into it, startled by his enthusiasm.

"Thank God for senior year," Y/N stated satisfied with life like a cat in a sunny window spot.

And there it was again. All the cruel things that had happened to her, and Y/N saw over them to highlight the happy parts. Never ignored them, Sam knew that from experience, but she focused on the good in her life.

"Thank God for second meetings," Sam agreed and held her a little closer. Not even God could make him let this woman go again.

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sodomitecastiel · 3 years

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Do you have any recommended spn fics? To be restored is consuming all of my non fenario brainspace

This is in no way an exhaustive list - @jewishcharliebradbury is the one to go for that - but these are some favorites of mine, please always heed their tags just in case!

Putting it under a readmore because I'm a wordy bastard:

Sky Verse by starandrea: Angelic civil war! The crispest, most in-character dialogue! Vast, sprawling worldbuilding! Dean and Cas get together and are very bad at it for a long time! This series obsesses me the way other people are obsessed with dta (which I have not read for fear of commitment but fully intend to eventually).

To Be Restored by serenetyfails: You mentioned this one already but it's worth repeating - it's my favorite trans spn fic that I didn't write myself. Cas's transmasc identity is handled so carefully and so competently, Dean flips out in a way that's both in character and still kind to him, and Sam and Rowena are wonderfully fleshed out. I think many people would look at the premise and worry it's either misogynistic or fetishy, but it's neither, it's such a love letter to Cas's well-earned masculinity. Also, I'm obsessed with Rowena knowing and being buddies with a lot of trans women witches :)

Talk Therapy by shara: This is one of my favorite 'Dean is bad at asking for things' fics, it deals with his inability to want things past what he can give to others really well. I also appreciate that not everything in their relationship is fixed just because they're together, although the amount they love each other is always obvious.

Epilogue by JayneL: A weird little time travel story that is NOT a fixit for endverse, but is exceptionally kind to endverse Cas anyway. It aches very badly. I remember it being pretty trippy but also having to sit and look at the ceiling a while after reading it.

The Love Story of the Runner Up by Margo_Kim: Cas dates a normal human man with a good soul for a little while before he gets with Dean. Both of them know it isn't for forever, but they look after each other anyway. Told through the lens of story-swapping between gay friends and written with so much care & love. (You can thank @okologie for finding this one and making me read it despite my reservations.)

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo: Everyone recommends this fic but it's for a reason. Probably the best post-retirement fic there is, and definitely helped me form the neural connections to write Fenario, haha, I can't recommend this one enough. The complicated Dean and Sam issues are held with just as much weight as the Dean and Cas ones, although both are handled gently.

you and me in the war of the end times by stickthelanding (@tallahasseemp3): Alma knocked it out of the park with this one. THEE shotgunning fic. I've reread it more times than I can count, it has the loveliest atmosphere. I want to gnaw on this prose, said with love!

A Drinking Song by Balder12: Endverse snapshot. This one is mostly just bone hurting juice but it's one of my favorite characterizations of them - sometimes I find that endverse stories either make Cas way too soft or fucked up in a way I find goes too far in a direction I don't agree with, this one feels pitch perfect.

Everyone Is Trying to Get to the Bar by Balder12: All time fave angel true form fic!!! It's deliciously weird and fun, definitely a mind-melter. I only read it the once but sometimes I think about it and get a funny little shiver.

Tall Grass by aeli_kindara: This is another 'universal favorite', but also for good reason. Extraordinarily tender, it's my personal favorite Cas-grows-a-garden post canon story, especially because it manages to write a jealousy plotline that doesn't make me want to bite and kill. Dean's voice is exactly right and everything unfurls with this tender inevitability, idk how else to describe it! It also ends on a final image that's so lovely it's seared into my brain.

Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx by pantheon_of_discord: Nobody does vignettes like supernatural writers. I love the way the road feels in this one, and how carefully picked each moment is. A string of pearls, this fic.

There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know by blinkiesays: Dean and Cas get trapped in the midwest by a curse that doesn't let them leave the state, and they want to break it until they don't. Being trapped gives them an excuse to want to settle down, but the route they take to get there is, of course, circuitous. This one hurts a little because it takes place while Sam is dead, but it isn't gratuitous in its sadness. Sweet and melancholy.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo: FAVE FAVE FAVE FAVE. I push this one at everyone I can. I'm extremely picky about 'Dean's self loathing' fics, mainly because I think it can veer easily into melodrama, but this author weaves Dean's self hatred and his anger together very seamlessly, in a way that feels real to the show. Also, Cas is perfect.

sweeter coming from my hand by perilously: A story that I liked before Nov5 and withstood the test of time!! Dean and Cas get married/soul-bound in order to both remove the Mark of Cain and fix Cas's grace. Features a formative scene for me where Cas expresses worries about if he has a soul and Dean raps knuckles on his chest, going, "knock knock, sounds like a soul in there." If you like this one, perilously has many good fics that are just as in character.

On Labor by a_good_soldier: I very nearly couldn't finish this one, but not because it's bad, haha. The premise just makes me want to tear my clothes in mourning - Dean knows Cas is in love with him, after getting him back from the Empty, and decides that he should give him what he wants without realizing that he wants it too. Dean performatively dating Cas while trying to talk himself into liking it (not knowing that he does actually like it) is exactly the kind of convoluted bullshit Dean's internalized homophobia would do to him. Nauseating and spectacular. Sticks in your brain for weeks.

canticles by 2street2car: An excellent 'weird girl best friends' fic. After striking out at the brothel, Dean decides to treat Cas to the "first date experience" himself, since the guy might die the next day. To sum it up succinctly: the rituals are intricate. And dirty dancing is referenced!

we shovel all the ashes out by xylodemon: As the author states themself, this fic is a love letter to California - it's a road trip casefic that's so rooted in place, the setting is rich and lush and the atmosphere makes me ache, and not just because it's set in my home state! I saved this one for last because this is another prolific author who has many stories I come back to again and again (Sweet Home and Love: A Retrospective are particularly good), they really don't miss. Usually when I read fic, it's a mad dash to the finish, but I took my time with this one. I highly encourage you to do the same :)

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Life of the Party

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: Dean's trying (and failing) to enjoy his night out with friends, until he's made an offer that he can't refuse.

Tags: 18+, implied smut, Dean singing karaoke, flirting, implied hook-up, drinking, crack, this is very light and PG

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This was written for @ejlovespie’s 500 Followers Challenge and @deangirl93′s 500 Followers Challenge (which, Lord only knows how late I am on that one; I’m sorry I suck). My prompt for EJ’s was the GIF below -- my prompt for Rosh’s challenge was the song ‘Out on the Tiles’ by Zeppelin (which after a Google search I found out that ‘out on the tiles’ means going out on the town, to bars, etc., which inspired this fic. Love you both so much and congratulations to you both! Also thank you to my sweet angel @winchest09 for beta-ing! Love you to the moon! Also the GIF is mine.

You can also read me on Ao3!

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Dean brought his cold beer bottle to his lips, taking a sip as he tried to drown out all the noise that was going on around him. This type of bar wasn’t his usual scene; the loud music, large crowds, karaoke stage… it was the exact opposite of his preferred environment to enjoy a drink in. But it was Garth’s birthday; he couldn’t have declined the invite. Besides, it had been a while since he last had a night out with friends, and even he had to admit that he could use some social interaction every once in a while. He just wished it was in a different location where people could talk to each other without going hoarse from screaming over the mediocre-at-best karaoke.

“You okay, brother?” Benny asked, slapping his large hand down on Dean’s shoulder, causing him to flinch. He turned around on his stool, leaning his back against the bar to face one of his best friends.

“That obvious, huh?”

Benny chuckled. “You’ve been over here ‘bout 20 minutes; the party’s over there,” he said, nodding towards the far corner of the bar where Garth, Cas, Sam, and Gabe were all playing a game of pool. “Care to join?”

Dean shook his head, taking another swig from his bottle. “I’m good, Benny. Really. I’ll be over in a few. Just – you know how it is. This isn’t my scene. Need to get a few in me before I can enjoy it.”

“Oh, I get it. Well, we’ll be waitin’ for ya,” he informed, before making his way back to the party.

Dean sighed, spinning back around in his seat, finishing off his drink before placing it down on the bar top. He wished he could let loose without any drinks in him, but it was going to take more than one beer to release his inhibitions. How many do you think it’d take for you to get up on stage? his conscience asked, and he huffed a laugh to himself knowing that he’d have to be near the level of alcohol poisoning to sing karaoke – no matter how happy it would make Garth.

“You want another?” a sweet voice asked, and he looked up from counting the knots of wood in the bartop into the eyes of the prettiest woman he’d ever seen. The bartenders must’ve changed shifts as she hadn’t been the one to serve him his first bottle.

“Oh –” he cleared his throat, “yeah, thanks,” he smiled, letting her take the empty one from his hand.

“Of course,” she replied, the corners of her mouth curling upwards as she turned away to get him another beer.

He took the opportunity to glance over her figure; her black tank top was hugging her body, showing off her curves; her jean shorts just long enough to keep you guessing as to what was underneath them. When she turned around to make her way back towards him, his eyes darted to her cleavage, his bottom lip instinctively making its way between his teeth before the sound of a glass bottle hitting the bartop brought him back to reality just before any dirty thoughts could fill his mind.

“Are you staring at my boobs?” she asked sharply, placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow at him.

Dean’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to form a reply – not that it was any better than not saying anything at all. “W-what? No,” he stammered with a soft laugh, dropping his head in embarrassment and shaking it before looking back up at her. “Yes,” he admitted. You know what they say: honesty is the best policy.

She smirked, grabbing a rag from underneath the counter before she began wiping down the surface in front of him. “You plan on joining your party at any point?” she questioned, nodding towards his friends who were finishing up their pool game. “Saw the cute one talking to you.”

Dean chuckled. “Oh, he’s the cute one, is he? Well, don’t tell him that. His head’s already big enough,” he joked, winking at her before taking a sip of his newly served drink.

“Well, you’re not so bad yourself, if I’m being honest. But you seem like you want to be alone,” she admitted.

“What can I say? I’m the buzzkill of the group. Someone’s gotta be, right?”

She shrugged, nodding as if to say, ‘I guess’. “As a bartender, I see what happens when there’s not a group buzzkill,” she chuckled.

“The party rages?”

“A little too much, in my opinion. Just sucks that the buzzkill is you in this case,” she smirked.

“And why’s that?”

“‘Cause I tend to go for the life of the party.”

“Ah,” Dean replied, looking over his shoulder at his group. “That would be Gabe, over there,” he said, pointing to the man who was currently leaning over the pool table, his tongue between his teeth as he made the winning shot.

Her eyes followed his finger, watching as Gabe cheered obnoxiously loud, chest-bumping a skinnier man in victory. She shook her head before looking back down at Dean. “On second thought, you’re too good lookin’ to pass up.”

She winked and Dean chuckled softly, dropping his head as he tried to hide the blush creeping up on his cheeks. “Right back at ya, sweetheart. When do you get off?”

“Three hours. But I can make it earlier…”

“Oh?”

“If I can hear you sing a little.”

He huffed a laugh, taking another swig from his bottle. “I got three hours to kill.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’ve got a great voice!” she egged on, throwing the rag over her shoulder.

“How would you know? You’ve never heard me sing.”

“Don’t have to,” she replied. “I can tell by your voice.”

He rolled his eyes, glancing over at the karaoke stage. Currently, it was empty, and no one seemed too eager to get in line. He could only be thankful for that; the screeching he had heard throughout the night so far had done nothing but make him wish he had brought a pair of noise-cancelling headphones with him.

“We’ve got a pretty good song selection,” the woman continued. “What’s your taste? Taylor Swift? Bieber?” she teased. Dean’s unamusement showed through the glare he was giving her. “Kidding! Let me guess for real… you seem like a… Zeppelin fan.”

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise, impressed at her guesswork. “What gave it away?”

“I’m just good at guessing,” she winked. “So what do you say? We have a lot of Zeppelin.”

“How about… I name the Zeppelin song and if you don’t have it… I don’t have to sing and you get off early anyway.”

“And if we do have it?”

“Then I’ll throw back a few more of these and get up on stage, if it means I get to leave this party with a pretty girl a few hours early.”

She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Alright. Name the song.”

Dean took a few sips of his beer as he went through the Led Zeppelin discography that he had in his head, before settling on one that he thought would have the lowest chance of being in some karaoke catalog at a bar like this.

“Alright. Out on the Tiles,” he suggested with a pleased smile, as if he already knew that the song wasn’t available.

She looked at him quizzically. “Seriously? Out on the Tiles?”

“Yeah.”

“C’mon, one of Page’s best riffs ever and you don’t think we’d have that in our karaoke catalog?”

Dean’s face dropped, although he had to admit – he was impressed by her Zeppelin knowledge – but that wasn’t what was on his mind right now. “Wait, seriously? You have that song?”

She giggled as she pulled out a karaoke catalog from under the bar top and flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. Turning it around and sliding it towards him, she pointed out the track at the bottom of the page with her finger. Turning around, she grabbed two more beers for Dean and placed them in front of him.

“Better drink up. You’ve got an audience to wow.”

Four beers in and Dean finally felt like he could enjoy himself a little bit. Not that he was any more keen to sing one of Zeppelin’s best in front of all these people – his friends included – but the alcohol was definitely helping him release those inhibitions. Karaoke didn’t seem nearly as unappealing as it did to him three drinks ago, and now he was more concerned about doing Plant’s voice justice than anything else. The bar only seemed to get more crowded as the night went on, and by the time it was his turn to sing, his friends in the front row were backed by about forty other strangers, cheering him on.

“This is the best day ever,” Garth announced, as he watched one of his closest friends take the stage. “Sam, do you wanna do a duet with me next?”

Sam huffed a laugh and shook his head, pulling out his phone so he would have some blackmail material to use in case his brother ever pissed him off too bad. “Gabe’s got a much better voice than I do, buddy,” he replied, pointing his phone camera at the stage and pressing record as Dean grabbed the mic.

“Alright, alright,” Dean began, trying to calm the drunk crowd with a wave of his hand. “Now, I have to admit, I’m not doing this by choice; I lost a bet. And I am a little bit drunk right now, so I apologize in advance. Okay. Let’s get it over with,” he sighed, a few moments before the beginning chords of ‘Out on the Tiles’ began to play.

As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song

And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along

There is no doubt about the words are clear

The voice is strong, is oh so strong

Dean kept his eyes on the lyrics on screen even though he knew this song by heart. He was already making a fool out of himself by singing, and he knew that Sam wouldn’t pass up on the opportunity to record this, so he was determined to make it as close to a perfect performance as he could.

I'm just a simple guy, I live from day to day

A ray of sunshine melts my frown and blows my blues away

There's nothing more that I can say but on a day like today

I pass the time away and walk a quiet mile with you

She watched him from behind the bar, her elbow resting on the wooden surface, holding up her chin with her palm. His deep gravelly voice was much different than the one that the song was originally sung in, but somehow he made it work. She smiled to herself, proud of the fact that she could pick out a good singing voice so well. As he sang the next words, he finally tore his gaze away from the lyrics on screen, his green eyes meeting with hers from across the bar.

All I need from you is all your love

All you got to give to me is all your love

All I need from you is all your love

All you got to give to me is all your love

She rolled her eyes at him, shooting him a quick wink before turning around to check on her other customers.

Dean finished the song with the drunk crowd cheering and a smile on Garth’s face so wide there was no way that it wasn’t making his cheeks sore. He hopped off the stage as the next singer took his spot, the familiar notes to ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ by Bon Jovi being the next ones to play from the speakers. After a few pats on the back from his drunk friends, and a confirmation from Sam that he did indeed record the whole thing, he made his way back over to the bar.

“Told you you had a good singing voice,” she sing-songed as he walked up to her. She finished wiping down the beer glass in her hand before setting it on the counter behind her to finish drying.

“Yeah, well, thanks to you, my brother’s got blackmail on me now,” Dean chuckled.

“If he thinks that’s blackmail, he’s deaf. Probably the least embarrassing karaoke performance I’ve ever seen. I mean it! You’re really good,” she smiled.

Dean dropped his head in effort to hide the blush creeping up in his cheeks. “Well, thank you,” he replied, running his hand through his hair before stopping it at the nape of his neck to scratch the spot awkwardly.

“Of course. Alright, a deal’s a deal. Someone should be coming in in about five minutes to take my shift over. Meet you outside?”

He smiled, nodding in response before quickly making his way over to his friends and saying goodbye, Garth giving him an extra-tight hug as he usually did.

He leaned against Baby, his hands in his jacket pockets as he watched his breath fog up in front of him, the cold air biting at his face. He turned his head when he heard footsteps on the concrete of the parking lot, smiling when he saw her walking towards him.

“Nice car,” she commented, taking a good long look at his Impala. “How big’s the backseat?”

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise before letting a smirk come to his lips. “Big enough.”

“Perfect,” she replied, opening the back door and crawling inside. Dean leaned down, looking into his car at her as she made herself comfortable in his backseat. “Well?” she asked, waiting for him to follow her in – it was too damn cold outside for him to be taking more than three seconds to look her over. “C’mon! I bet that mouth of yours can do more than sing,” she teased, cocking her eyebrow at him.

He smirked before crawling into the backseat, closing the door behind him. “Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

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Part 1: “Words of Affirmation” Destiel Quotes & Parallels

I’m sure someone’s done this before me and done it better, but I’m compiling a huge Destiel evidence docket for no reason. Anyone got any quotes to add?

Comments From Outside Characters

To Dean

Uriel: “He has this weakness. He likes you.” (4x10)

Balthazar: “You have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who’s in love with you.” (6x17)

Hester: “The first time Castiel laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost.” (7x21)

Meg: “He was your boyfriend first.” (7x23)

Charlie: “What about Castiel? He seems helpful. And dreamy.” (8x20)

Marie: “Although we do explore the nature of Destiel in Act 2.” (10x5)

Sam: “Shouldn’t it be Deastiel?” He then goes on to tease Dean with “Sastiel” which Dean takes negatively. (10x5)

Dean: “This Cas is looking at me weird.” Sam: “So like the real Cas then.” (15x14)

To Castiel

Hannah: “We gave you our trust. Don’t lose it over one man.” (9x22)

Metatron: “His true weakness is revealed. He’s in love…with humanity.” (9x22)

Metatron: “Oh, that’s right. To save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but, ultimately, it was about saving one human, right?” (9x23)

Ishim: “I’m going to cure you of your human weakness [i.e. Dean]” (12x10)

The Empty: “I have tiptoed through all your little tulips. Your memories, your little feelings, yes. I know what you hate. I know who you love…There is nothing for you back there.” (13x4)

Demon: “I thought you were joined at the… (looks down) everything.” (14x01)

There are also several instances where other characters try to poke at insecurities regarding their relationship.

Naomi: “You're hoping Castiel will return to you. I admire your loyalty. I only wish he felt the same way.” (8x19)

Casifer: “There comes a time when every relationship has run its course.” (11x18)

Michael!Dean: “You only tolerate the angel because you think you owe him, because he ‘gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.’ Or whatever.” (14x10)

Comments From Dean

To Cas

“There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. And two, you are not going to die a virgin.” (5x03)

“So what? I’m Thelma and you’re Louise and we’re just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?” (5x03)

“You know what? Blow me, Cas.” (5x18)

“Cas, not for nothing, but the last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.” (5x18)

“Look, I don’t need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? For failing you like I’ve failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about! I don’t need it!” (8x07)

“We need you. I need you.”

For more on this quote see the “We vs. I” section.

To Other Characters

Bobby: “I think maybe it’s time you made a call.” Dean: “Why does it always gotta be me that makes the call, huh? It’s not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude’s busy.” (Cas appears) Dean: “Get out of my ass.” Cas: “I was never in your… (head tilt)” (6x19)

“On my car…. He showed up naked… covered in bees.” (7x23)

While Cas suffered from some mental issues at the time, it seems somewhat significant that he sought Dean out under the circumstances, not Sam, etc.

“There’s things… people… feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time.” (10x16)

“My shy but devastatingly handsome friend here” (12x12)

“He came into my room and he played me.” (12x19)

“Let’s see. Crowley’s dead, Kelly’s dead, Cas is—Mom’s gone.” (13x01)

Dean’s inability to list Cas’s death singles him out as the most devastating of the losses.

“We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back.” (13x01)

While some people have heard this as “bring ‘em back”, the Netflix captions and transcripts I have been able to find say “him.”

“And Cas bought it. And you know what it got him? It got him dead! Now you may be able to forget about that, but I can't!” (13x03)

“I have a family.” (In response to John Winchester lamenting Dean doesn’t have a wife and kids) (14x13)

Comments From Cas

To Dean

“I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt.” (4x16)

“I’m hunted. I rebelled. And I did it—all of it—for you.” (5x02)

“I gave everything for you. And this is what you give to me.” (5x18)

“I do everything that you ask. I always come when you call.” (6x21)

“So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord.” (6x22)

Before taking on the role of God, Cas seemed very concerned with Dean’s forgiveness/acceptance/love. It is interesting that, as God, that was the first thing he asked for, turning from Sam (who had just stabbed him) to Dean to ask for love.

“Sam, and everyone you know, everyone you love, they could be long dead. Everyone except me.” (10x22)

“I love you. I love all of you.” (Arguably to the group, but the first “I love you” can be seen as Dean-specific, especially since it cuts to Dean after being said.) (12x12)

“You mean too much to me. To everything.” (12x9) (To Mary, Sam, and Dean. However, the camera immediately cuts to Dean specifically, even though he is in the back of the group).

“I’m your Huckleberry.” (13x06)

Cas love confession (15x18)

To Other Characters

“Dean and I do share a more profound bond.” (6x03)

“I won’t hurt Dean.” (8x17)

This is said as Castiel is breaking away from Naomi’s mind control—mind control she fostered specifically by having Cas kill a thousand versions of Dean. This implies she knows that Cas’s strongest loyalty is to Dean, not Sam, or humans in general.

“The point is that they [Dean & Sam] were here at all and you got to know them, you -- When they're gone, it will hurt, but that hurt will remind you of how much you loved them.” (14x14)

“You know, Dean, he... he feels things more acutely than any human I've ever known.” (15x13)

Other Comments

Reaper: “How do I start looking for this... Castiel?” Bartholomew: “I got one word for you. Winchester.”

Rowena: “An Angel of the Lord, shattered at the altar of Winchester.”

Use of We vs. I

In the crypt scene in Season 8, Dean tells Cas, “We need you.” This is not enough to stop Cas’s actions. When the language switches to “I need you,” Cas drops the angel blade.

We can clearly see that Dean tries to put up barriers about how he really feels about Cas in his use of “We.” For example, after showing the audience many scenes of Dean, not Sam, frantically trying to call Cas, we get the following lines:

“So not only were you ditching us, but you were also ignoring us?”

“With everything that's going on, you can't just go dark like that. We didn't know what happened to you. We were worried. That's not okay.”

It’s clear that these “we’s” are really “I’s”

In the alternate future presented in 15x9, Sam asks Dean, “What’s happened to you Dean… ever since…?” to which Dean responds, “Ever since what? We lost pretty much everyone we’ve ever cared about? Ever since the Mark made Cas go crazy and I had to bury him in a Malak box… ever since then?” While he acknowledges Sam’s losses as well, his switch to “I” in reference to Cas implies that Cas’s loss belongs especially to him.

(Mostly) Verbal Parallels to Other Couples

In 1x01 (start at 2:27), Dean pulls Sam away from a dead Jess in a direct parallel to how Sam pulls Dean away from Cas in 12x23

Following Jessica’s death, Sam keeps seeing glimpses of her as he and Dean travel around in the Impala. Dean does the same in Season 8 following his return from Purgatory without Cas.

David from “Bloodlines” (9x20) tells his love interest, “I was there. Where were you?” which is the same thing Dean says to Cas in “The Man Who Would Be King” (6x20)

When asking Dean whether he’s in love with Cassie, Dean gives a similar response to what he will say in 10x5 when asked about Destiel.

Destiel is paralleled with their counterparts from the Supernatural play who are “a couple in real life” (10x5)

Cain compares himself to Dean in Season 10. He describes the significant kills of his life (The Knights of Hell, his wife Collette, and his brother Abel) and tells Dean that he will follow his same pattern by killing the King of Hell Crowley, Castiel, then Sam. It is also mentioned that all Collette asked of Cain was “to stop,” which is the same language Cas uses with Dean in 10x22.

Dean explains how his parents fell in love to prove his identity to Mary in 12x1, “He was cute and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song, so when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him, even though you knew your dad would be pissed.” Later in this same season (12x19), Dean gives Cas a homemade mixtape of his favorite Zeppelin songs.

Ishim fell in love with a human named Lily Sunder who ultimately left him for someone else. When trying to recruit Castiel, he compares Dean to her.

Dean questions how much of their life has been controlled by God. Cas states, “You asked, ‘What about all of this is real?’ We are.” (15x02) Later, they find out that God has been using Eileen to spy on the Winchesters. She says, “After what happened, I don’t know what’s real anymore.” Sam kisses her, stating “I know that was real.” (15x09)

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Does it ever just hit you that Dean had one female love interest in the show?

Yes, we got to meet Cassie who was someone he still cared about, had dated pre-show, but they go their separate ways after one episode.

Yes, we know the story behind Anna's story line and where it went.

Regardless of how many women he had sex with or flirted with or was attracted to, he had one female love interest, one he was actually in a relationship with. One.

And with that one love interest, the minute the domesticity is threatened by the supernatural and that dangerous part of his life, we get this guy starting to surface:

To the point where Sam, who doesn't have a soul, tells him he's acting too much like "Dad" by keeping Lisa and Ben on lockdown.

Where we see things like:

(this is the song they play during his domestic montage and even though yes he's missing Sam it's also indicating that this is not where Dean fully wants to be, which is also why they intercut the domestic scenes with previous hunting scenes, not only to show us the change in Dean's life but to also show that he's fully settling into this new life)

And with this one love interest, he got the domestic life. The life he always was supposed to want but never thought he could have. And it still wasn't enough.

Especially when you have Dean mentioning to Bobby and Sam that he only went to Lisa and Ben because Sam asked him to. "Do you have any clue what walking away meant for me?" Bobby: "Yeah. A woman and a kid and not getting your guts ripped out at age 30. That's what it meant." "That woman and that kid, I went to them because you asked me to." Bobby: "Good." "Good for who?"

And Lisa telling Dean that she wanted Ben to have a dad he could look up to. "I mean I know we weren't greeting card perfect, but we were in it together." "You're always so amazing with Ben. You know what I wanted? More than anything? Was a guy that Ben could look up to. Like...like a dad. So you saying it's all bad, Dean? Because it was the best year of my life." His one love interest that he absolutely is not in love with. He cares about her, definitely loves her, but he's not in love with her, and she's not in love with him. But still, this was his one female love interest the show delved into. And by season 15, they took the love interest for Dean's character and completely turned it onto its head, paralleling it all season with Sam's love interest (Eileen), building up to what we get in 15x18.

Regardless of what happened bts, the mention of many fans supposedly hating on any love interest Dean might have had (like Jo) and that's why they decided to not pursue anything for Dean (supposedly), it doesn't take away the fact that this whole setup with Lisa is the framework for what we see later on near the end of the show. The dynamics were literally the same except for a few subtle differences:

Dean and Cas weren't making out or sleeping in the same bed

They don't live in a house but they do live in a home

Sam is there and not taking away from the family unit (as his presence did in season 6)

We see the beginning, middle, and end of the Dean and Cas relationship, basically almost every single detail; we see the beginning and the end of Dean and Lisa's relationship, and some middle, but not everything - we literally go from Dean showing up at Lisa's at the end of 5x22 into Dean settling into a domestic life in 6x01 that he very obviously is not as settled as he should be

Lisa is human and Cas is an angel

Dean doesn't want Lisa or Ben involved in the supernatural world or mixed up in the hunting life; Cas and Jack are obviously involved in the supernatural world and mixed up in the hunting life

Otherwise, everything is pretty much the same:

6x14 -

Dean: "What do you want from me?"

Lisa: "I'm not asking for anything."

Dean: "Well then ask for something."

Lisa: "You know, I can't ask for something. I know what I want. But I can't have it. Not how you live. My phone rings, I think tiny chance it's you. Big chance it's Sam calling me to tell me you're dead."

Dean: "Lis."

Lisa: "What do you want from us, Dean?"

15x18 -

Cas: "I never found an answer because the one thing I want...it's something I know I can't have. I think I know...I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being. It's in just saying it."

Dean: "Cas..."

(While these words definitely parallel and are strikingly similar, the only contrast between these two scenes is that while this poses a question that Dean never gets to answer either, Cas is not asking for something. He's not asking for anything. Not because he can't, but because he won't. This is enough for him in this moment. And that's why The Empty is summoned when Cas tells him he loves him. So while Lisa accepts that she also can't have what she wants, and she's trying to move on, her wording indicates that there is something she wants to ask but she can't, not won't.)

Dean turns into John during his time with Lisa and Ben when they are threatened. Dean turns into John in 13x01 when Cas is gone because he blames Jack for "manipulating" Cas that resulted in his death. It's Sam who forces Dean to realize that he's becoming like John in season 6, which eventually leads down the road to his and Lisa's breakup, because he wants to keep them safe. When Cas comes back in 13x06, Dean's demeanor towards Jack completely changes because not only did Jack wake up Cas in The Empty (which results in Cas returning), he has Cas back, safe and sound (as much as he possibly can be anyway). It's no coincidence either that Cas' return signals the departure of John (just like in 14x13). Or that Cas is the one to be able to break Dean from the so-called Dean Winchester cycle (in 15x18/15x19), from being "Daddy's Blunt Little Instrument". That he is the one to break the anger, to show Dean that the anger isn't who he is or what drives him, that Mary or God's sister (who is definitely not a love interest because Dean never wanted the connection with her) couldn't even break. But I'm starting to digress, back to Dean and Lisa and the love interest setup/dynamic for Dean in the show.

The ending of 5x22 for Dean was the mold that Kripke wanted for Dean and tried to sell us. Once Kripke had moved on, the show set out to immediately dismantle it. I don't think Sera Gamble or the show had any plans for Destiel at that point. I don't think they started to flirt (to put it nicely) with the idea until the beginning of season 8. But regardless, the point is, they not only immediately blew up Dean's shot at a domestic life with Lisa and Ben, at what he was supposed to want, what Sam wanted for him, but they purposely go out of their way to show you why it doesn't work and that it's not completely what Dean wants. He still wants/needs Sam and to be a hunter. He's not ready to hang up his gun holster yet, so to speak. It's not something he think he can have for 5 seasons and when he finally has it, he doesn't know how to fully settle into it.

Tbf, Sam is also supposedly gone at this point so that contributed and obviously at that time in his life, he wasn't ready to just settle into a construction job, have drinks with his best guy friend every Friday night, have Saturday barbecues with the neighbors, or mow the lawn every weekend. Which is interesting because that's exactly the type of life he wanted in the Djinn dream (season 3) where Mary and Sam are very much alive, safe, and happy (and not John, yep I will keep throwing that in there until the end of time). So, yes, Sam was definitely a big factor and I think it goes in line with what Jensen said in one of the past cons of this year, about how Dean wouldn't do well without Sam around. But, the point I'm getting at is that if this is truly what Dean wanted, Lisa and Ben would have somehow come back into the story once again, despite Cas wiping their memories at Dean's request. We would have seen him either thinking back, mentioning it at least once (despite what Dean says to Sam in the car after the hospital), or something. Yes, he left them to keep them safe after Crowley kidnapped them and what happened to Lisa, but still. If he truly loved her, if he truly wanted that life with her (or some other woman love interest), we would have seen him refer to it (or the idea of it) more than: "You know I tried the family thing, right?" Sam: "Yeah, me too. That's not for us." Dean: "Yeah, not really." (15x08)

But it wasn't what he wanted. Not in the form it came in, not at that time. Instead, we start seeing a new family that Dean starts forming for himself by the end of the show:

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And we get confirmation that this is indeed the family Dean has created for himself and what he wants:

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John: "You are a grown man and I am incredibly proud of you. I guess I had hoped that eventually you would get yourself a normal life, a peaceful life, a family."

Dean: "I have a family."

John: "Yeah. Alright."

This is the same episode where Dean and Sam tell John about Cas and Jack, who are both not present in the bunker. The same episode that we see Cas not knowing Dean due to the timeline switcharound in order for John to be back. The same episode where we see Cas returning to the bunker, unaware of what transpired, once John has gone back to where he needs to go. Dean's family.

And the setup for Lisa's role as Dean's love interest is still the same. He's co-parenting Jack with Dean (and Sam). They all live together. Cas may disappear from time to time but ultimately, the bunker is home base for all four of them. It may not be normal life per se, but this is their normal: the hunting, the constant battles, the neverending supernatural. Cas is essentially Lisa, he also knows what he wants: raising their son, a family, with Dean.

But the difference when comparing Lisa's setup to Cas' is not only how much Dean has changed, how much of a long way he's come from the time with Lisa and Ben, Sam is actually present and a part of the family dynamic (where Dean doesn't feel like he has to choose), but also this: he wants to be there, genuinely. He's not just telling Cas that (or Jack or Sam). He's not just wanting something he thinks he's supposed to want. He actually wants it. (look at how he tries to talk Jack into coming back in 15x19 until Jack says he's definitely not going home again) He's not just fantasizing about what he imagines will make him happy. He knows what makes him happy and it's not a fantasy, it's right there in front of him. The only thing that hasn't changed is that he still doesn't think he deserves it. "Why do you always want what you can't have?" (14x10)

But ultimately, this was it. Cas was Dean's love interest. Even if the confession never happened in 15x18, even if we never got any kind of textual confirmation of Cas' feelings, it's all right there regardless. They literally took the dynamic of Lisa and translated it to Cas, from Ben to Jack, from absent!Sam to Sam. This is what Dean wanted in the end. And unfortunately, he only got a taste of it before it was snatched away in 15x18 and 15x19. And then by 15x20, even though he tried to keep going and finally do something for himself, that eventually got snatched away from him, too. Even in Heaven, he never got that family back completely, only half of it.

And that is why Dean Winchester's ending is still one of the worst things this finale had happen. Dean's ending wasn't leading to a ridiculous death or a 40 year drive in an empty Heaven while waiting for Sam. It was always leading to his family, the one Kripke gave him in the end of season 5, though slightly changed: Jack as Ben, Sam, and Cas as Lisa. The family he tells John he has in 14x13. And to a semblance of a "normal life, a peaceful life". Not that. Never that.

All of this cements one thing: Cas was Dean's love interest by the end of the show. This is what the show was telling you in 15x18 and why there's "despair" when Dean loses Cas: "shattered, alone" This is why they show Dean still on the floor, sobbing, ignoring Sam's call. They literally took Lisa and her role and flipped it on its head, to show you that had circumstances been different, this is the love interest that could have worked. This is the family he was meant to be with in the end. "We never should have left Sam and Jack. We should be there with them now." (15x18) This was what Dean wanted.

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