#we all knew no one could give spn a true run for their money as far as semi-canonizing a ship at the last minute

[fandom-hoarder]

Anybody who thinks that abomination of a TWin finale was BETTER than the spn finale or FIXED anything about it can fuck right off, tbh. Bad vibes, dnw.

Like the biggest thing about TWin is it's INSULTING.

It's insulting that it's called "the winchesters", when The Winchesters are Sam and Dean. It's insulting that those involved kept telling people to trust them and "canon we got you" and stringing people along a whole fucking pointless season. It's insulting that they claimed they were so passionate about it when it's... Like This. When clearly no one could bother to even consult the canon, or hire actors who would be faithful to the OG representations. When it feels like a really cheap cash grab, when the interviews with Robbie and Jensen tell a story of people who knew they HAD to make this work, but didn't actually have a vision or focus for it. When Danneel appears to have been given way too much creative control despite not actually watching most of spn. When her passion for the project appeared to be the clothes she and Jensen could be photographed in -- this isn't wife hate, this is sincere criticism of someone who had creative control in a project they didn't even know the canon for.

It's insulting they spent the money for good music and played actual Led Zeppelin in THIS STUPID FINALE.

I know the last seasons of spn got pretty out there, got pretty stupid and lackluster (ghosts redux but daytime? Ehh), but at least in s15 they were running through "greatest callbacks" territory. TWin was not only worse quality, it had no fucking purpose. They didn't have a STORY TO TELL at all. You think THIS was where they were originally heading with that "Dean" voiceover from the pilot, talking about the true story of his parents?

THOSE WEREN'T EVEN HIS PARENTS. THAT WASN'T EVEN THEIR STORY. AND WHY WOULD JACK RECREATE THE MULTIVERSES AND INCLUDE CHUCK'S AKRIDA FAILSAFE? WHY WOULD *DEAN* HAVE TO FIX IT IN THE FIRST PLACE? *HOW* CAN HE GIVE THEM THE COLT AND "HIS JOURNAL"🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 -- AND, WHAT, JUST LET THE COLT DISAPPEAR FROM PRIME UNIVERSE?

AND THESE PEOPLE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE SAME BEGINNING AS DEAN'S PARENTS; WHY WOULD GIVING THEM A JOURNAL EVEN HELP?

(None of these questions are important enough for an s2, mind you; this show gets the atla live action treatment--never happened, doesn't count)

THE WHOLE FUCKING REASONING IS JUST POINTLESS AND STUPID. AND THERE DIDN'T SEEM TO EVER BE ANY REAL STAKES FOR THIS SCOOBY GANG ALL SEASON. It was The Magic Tree House, with all the answers handed to them. (Not to mention the pretty bad acting I witnessed from Meg -- a too-short-to-be-Mary-when-Drake-is-that-tall Claire lookalike I'm supposed to believe as Mary🙄 --and the total lack of JohnMary chemistry, and the weird af lore breaking holywater!hair vamp splash that started as a joke and shouldn't have even made it onto the page🤦‍♀️-- if you wanted to be that kind of camp you should've just done a straightup AU spinoff, and not tried to tie this in to the OG while LYING about "canon we got you" and getting your tone all the fuck wrong)

This doesn't fix anything from spn finale--NOTHING NEEDED FIXED. Whatever gripes there may be about aspects of the spn finale, essentially it was PERFECT. THIS bullshit takes a Dean who had finally come to terms with the life they'd lived, who had his actual loved ones largely available in heaven (and Sam on earth, but knowing he'd meet Dean up there, and time is different in Heaven), and takes away any character growth the spn finale suggested-- because he's ALREADY LEARNED THIS LESSON ABOUT TRYING TO CHANGE THE PAST WTF.

Also, that was not Dean. I get that Jensen probably couldn't cut his hair or whatever, but that turtleneck sweater was not an outfit OG Dean would wear, AND Jensen seems to have forgotten how to do the Dean voice/accent. They should've said it was huntercorp!Dean or something, cuz that was not the Dean that died in 15.20 and went to Heaven and took a drive to wait for Sam.

The only correct thing in TWin finale is that Sam was still Dean's #1, and all the SamDean parallels to JohnMary throughout the show get rights for preserving that. But the JohnMary was so dull.

This ridiculous show is NOT CANON, and I hope whatever future endeavors come out of spnverse has greater respect for the OG and its fandom, and better writing and casting. (I would prefer for it to die than become another abomination.)

I'm sorry for Drake's decent acting that this was the story he got, since he seemed to actually be a fan of the og -- even though some of his comments lost him some points with me. Sorry for some of the other wannabe scooby gang actors, who should've just gotten their own spoofy spinoff. I would be happy to not see Meg in anything ever again -- not that I wish for an end to her career, just that *I* won't have to see her face act. I would also be ecstatic for the Ackles' friends to not be cast in roles they're unsuited for just so they can all work together 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 how the fuck was that supposed to be Samuel?

You make a variety show for this shit, not a fucking prequel-that's-not-a-prequel. Good grief. Get you some good people that will tell you no. Maybe talk to Jared about it, jfc. He actually gets thoughtful about his headcanons.

[spnasylum]

My notes while listening to Misha’s comments on the podcast: (grab a snack!)

In light of the most recent fandom drama I decided to listen to *that* podcast and take notes as I went along about what was actually said and then give my take on it as objectively as possible. This is basically an essay so strap in!

He complains about not getting a trailer on set that’s the same as Jared and Jensen’s. Even though he has one that can accommodate 3 people. This was the first point of discussion inspired by opening up the interview with a brief chat about Misha currently being in his camper van and how he’s sleeping in it even though he’s still home in Bellingham. The whole hour and 26 minutes has an undertone of complaining and ego stroking by all involved. 

 Says he’s sad he didn’t get to be there for the final days of filming.  

 Seems a little nervous about if friendships made during the shows run will last now it’s over. 

 Admits he has no plan in place or anything coming up career wise and he’s unsure of his future. This is where he brings up Walker and The Boys and says if he had shows like that to go to he wouldn’t feel SPN ending was so monumental. It is said with a slight tone of bitterness. 

 Side note: the hosts Alaina and Malik seem to be fine with running with the narrative that Misha was part of the show it’s entire 15 year run. Misha clears this up eventually by saying he joined in season 4. 

 Misha says that he realized about six years ago that SPN could run as “we”  wanted it to, implying he has any say in keeping the show going or not. He asserts that he would have been on the show up until the very end in any case. But he didn’t feel that way the first few years he was on the show. So that makes me think something or someone involved gave him the feeling he could be confident in being in the cast for however long SPN aired. Maybe this was after Sera left? Maybe this was when he agreed to a significant pay cut and demotion? Either way it seems he felt SPN = job security. 

 Misha doubts he’ll have the feeling of job security again. 

 Says from around age 11 he wanted to be a politician. 

 Says he saw “successful, untalented” actors and decided “I can do that”. He realized that was naive and it’s actually not easy to be that successful and by the time he got his career going he was basically just in it for the fame it’s not anything he took seriously. 

 We find out his wife did a doctorate in gender history... for some reason. 

 That Marilyn Monroe was some sort of baseline for him about creating a public persona (🤷🏽‍♀️) except for getting cosmetic surgery he points out. 

 Talk about how he got started. Acting classes, improve groups. Moving between Chicago, DC and LA. 

 Discussion about the differences and similarities between Hollywood and Washington. 

 States he got a consultant to help him cultivate a fan base and image to connect with an audience after getting on SPN. Admits that was a double edged sword because an anonymous public start thinking that they really know you and things start getting weird. 

 Mentions trying to find a balancing act of being authentic and having a private life but still keeping your fans. 

 He admits that the fan base he grew for himself by seeming accessible has caused him to attract people who don’t have any boundaries. This is when he claims the “dialing it back” in regard to how much he shares and mentions his kids specifically as something he doesn’t feel comfortable with putting out there. Uses the word “unhinged” to describe them. 

 Malik mentions “crazy fans” who seem to know too much about you and finding out where you are etc. Using the example of fans turning up at an airport wanting autographs and you wondering how they even knew you’d be there and what flight you taking. He asks Misha to share experiences about his own crazy fans. 

 This is when Misha uses the example about having fans who think that when he tweets something out he’s communicating with them personally. 

 Alaina then says that in the Supernatural fandom people fight each other to protect Jared, Jensen and Misha and it’s “very bizarre”. She volunteered that people think Misha secretly hates Jared and that it’s not true. Not sure why she decided to direct the conversation to a place that would cause drama and give Misha a chance to play victim. 

 And then...

 That’s when he claims that he was public enemy number one with super fans of the show because he’s taking attention away from Jared and Jensen. 

 That’s when he brings up the alleged organized attack to take down his Facebook account. He says they reported him for... *pauses... claims to not know what. But that whatever it was “Facebook bought it and took it down”. Facebook deleted/deactivated his account but he eventually got it back. 

 Side note: Facebook (like all social media) have always been bias when it comes to people with leftist views and let them have free reign on the platform. So he must have done something that they would decide to suspend him. I don’t think J2 fans can be blamed for the content he posts and if it violated any ToS. As we know he can post some inappropriate things on social media. 

 He then brings up the allegations of him taking money out of his organization. Stating it’s “categorically untrue” is all he brings forward as evidence to the contrary. 

 Side note: I don’t know why then that there’s no receipts or transparency. Why is his mother a beneficiary, why do people who mention he owns Stands get blocked, why set everything up in Delaware and have your for profit and so called non profit interests so entangled etc etc) I guess fans are just supposed to have faith and take his word for it. 

 He says that ALL of them (Jared, Jensen and himself) have people who hate them in the fandom. But overall the fandom is lovely and supportive of the cast and each other. Makes an attempt at stating there’s no kind of competition or animosity between he and Jared. I think this is like the 3rd or 4th time in the interview either he or Alaina bring up Jared but keep the focus on how Misha is the one facing “character assassination.”

 Finally says that all of them have nasty things done to them and they all have had to consult security because of threats to their families etc, doesn’t specify which faction of the fandom that’s coming from. Mentions people filing police reports in the fandom but doesn’t say regarding who or what. Alaina reacts like it’s the first time hearing of this happening. Misha just goes “yeah!” Then they move on to talking about living situations. 

 Apparently Alaina and Misha were neighbors in LA but didn’t take advantage of that. She doesn’t live in LA anyone, wants a new adventure. 

 Misha mentions Bellingham is another thing about his future he’s unsure about and how his kids flourished there. 

 Brings up not being present with his kids even when he’s home because of work and side projects and that the one thing he’s enjoying right now it spending time with them. That he used to operate from a place of guilt because his kids felt like they only have one parent. He and Malik briefly spoke on how their careers have negatively affected their love lives. 

 Misha says he’s not really involved with Random Acts or running it anymore. (Ummm... what) 

 He and Alaina discuss Haiti and Nicaragua for a while. 

 Says he may try to get into directing. Says he likes having creative control. Mentions he likes doing his art installations. 

 Admits that getting a bit of success made him very entitled and wanting of special treatment. But claims he’s trying to keep that in check (where?) and he’s just like everyone else (well duh!). But he “trades on his celebrity” to get stuff and it makes him feel dirty (I think everyone with any kind of following does that though so nbd)

 Talk of how TV/film is more diverse in telling minority stories these days. 

 Was asked by Malik if he has any kind of chip on his shoulder career wise and Misha says the chip on his shoulder is being bored. But says he needs to work on being more engaged. 

 He then abruptly wants to end the interview. Saying he has to pick up his kids. Malik wants another question. He asks how Misha has been hurt or healed by his career. 

 Misha then brings up the movie Karla. Again admitting to becoming more like Paul psychologically irl. But says knowing he has that type of evil in him somewhere (and says that we all have that in us) made him more empathetic to the human condition. 

 They then say their goodbyes. End of interview. 

 ——

 My takeaway. The worst thing he can think to say the people who don’t like him in the fandom did was trolling to get his Facebook deactivated? Also that people can see the suspicious nature of his businesses? It would be really easy to settle that with actually being transparent about the finances, which they aren’t and not having close family as benefactors though. Also, I can only speak for myself. But I never hated him. I actually loved Castiel (before his character was there just to be there in recent seasons and Cass wasn’t Cass anymore. I think Misha’s need to pander to shippers/stay on the show was a great disservice to Castiel and his arc) I was a huge Misha fan, and participated in RA and Gish a lot. I absolutely adored Misha, I led myself to believe he was the most amazing person in the world, obviously that’s the reaction he wanted to cultivate from us. Unfortunately I learned too much, experienced first hand and heard too much to be able to keep cheerleading for him. I feel bad for the people still under the spell of feeling like it’s their job to keep being defensive and unreasonably loyal to someone who you can’t and don’t really know and only have a superficial “relationship” with. Seeing the ever more unhealthy and toxic lengths people feel they need to go to to prop up his ego etc. The constant investment emotionally and financially that goes into it and the “sunk cost” if you let reality in makes it hard to let go I guess. Even he knows that what he’s done to gain and maintain relevance has attracted what he called multiple times an unhinged fan base he has to try and balance without losing his influence. I think he maybe had or has good intentions but his fame hungry drive and narcissistic personality traits win out in the end. The Heller’s seem to have, as always, taken what was said and blown it out of proportion, twisted things and created their own narrative. I do see them using key words from the interview a lot suddenly though to bully for him. So, I guess the dog whistle to the sycophants worked out. I hope that a time comes where they can have a more healthy relationship with the media and public figures they choose to gravitate towards. We can all get over zealous with things but there’s lines that shouldn’t be crossed. For some that seems sadly unlikely. I hope that Misha does indeed one day get himself in check as he calls it and I can feel comfortable to support him again. But so long as he’s being enabled and not held accountable again that seems sadly unlikely. Even though I do occasionally find myself being drawn in by the facade again a little and quickly retreating because the issues remain the same. There is a problematic dynamic in the Supernatural fandom for sure. That’s why for a long time I opted out and just watched the show separately from fandom. It’s why when I found out it was ending I had this odd sense of relief I wasn’t expecting to feel and it made me sad. I hope that now the show has aired its finale we can all reflect on things, hopefully be more self aware and objective and most importantly honest about what really has gone down and why. When things started turning sour there have been plenty of times it could have been nipped in the bud yet wasn’t. People who used this silly yet special show in selfish ways, times when walking away would have been better than sticking around trying to make things and people into something never intended to be, giving into tribalism while claiming we’re a family... for that I think we all hold a little piece of responsibility. 

  You can listen to it yourself on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/episode/0m07her5JUf0JGGtDVohtJ?si=c-RdyZzFQmSzffgNzZhkQg

[cathrrrine]

Otherworldly | SPN x The Witcher

Originally from my AO3

CHAPTER 2 - If It Isn't The Butcher

----

“She sent us here?”

The three of them were now seated in a tavern, not unlike the bars they were used to, but a little less cleaner than what they preferred.

”Atë sent us here.” Red confirmed. She recalled the conversation she had with her sister.

—

”She’s not here for games. She’s here to destroy the world.”

Red turned to her sister, Natalia, who looked as disheveled as an unattended child; hair messy, bags under her eyes, food staining her shirt and crumbs from the sandwich she ate before stuck at the edges of her mouth. She hadn’t showered or eaten properly for days, engrossed with her research on Atë.

Red, the ever caring sister, handed her a cup of coffee. ”Drink.”

”You’re not listening-“

”Drink. Then I will listen.” Red repeated. It wasn’t a request. Natalia sighed, knowing full well that her sister wouldn’t take no for an answer. Her hand reached for the cup, much to the satisfaction of her sister, and she took a sip of the warm beverage.

”Good. Now, what did you say?”

”Atë. She’s here on a mission to take what isn’t hers.” Although her words made Red’s spine shiver, she did not display her fear. Instead, she took the hair brush on the table and ran it through her sister’s hair.

Both of them had red hair, Natalia’s a few shades lighter than Red’s. But although they had the same hair colour, they didn’t share the same texture. Natalia inherited their mother’s straight and silky hair, while Red took to their father’s soft and curly hair. The two of them inherited the red from their father, who was a kind yet stern man.

Both their parents were dead now. They were all they had left. Well...except for the Winchesters, who came into their lives a few years back.

“She’s done this before. In 1834, look.” Natalia showed the proof from her laptop screen. Indeed, it was true. It was a report about a woman with a description that matched Atë’s. “She burned houses, people, crops...she took babies just to murder them. Atë kills and conquers.”

“There’s no doubt she came back to do this again. She wants to cause chaos. That’s all she knows.”

“There’s also something else.” It took Natalia a few clicks on her laptop. “It’s been said that she can send people to another universe.”

“What, like with aliens and shit? ”

“Maybe. It’s not impossible. If we’re not careful, she’ll send us off to wherever she wants to. And then we won’t be able to save the world from her antics.”

They shared a look. Fear was evident im their eyes.

“She’s extremely powerful.” Natalia sighed. “But we need to fight her.”

—

“This wasn’t an accident. She does this to people. Goddess of Mischief, remember?” Red scoffed, taking another swig of water. She would’ve gone for ale, like the white-haired man who lead them here, but she didn’t have any money. At least, none that were worth in the world she was in. So, instead she asked for water, which was fortunately costless.

“How do we get back?” Sam was worried, Red noticed. He never really put his emotions on display, but she’s known him long enough to point out his tells. If he was worried, his eyebrows would knit together subconsciously and he would constantly run his hands through his hair.

Red put her hand over his, and he looked up at her with a smile in his eyes. He intertwined their fingers together, and she stroked his hand with her thumb. It wasn’t an uncommon thing between them. Every time they noticed the other was nervous or scared, they would reach for the other’s hand.

“We have to find a witch.” said Red. “If we were back in our world, Rowena would be able to help us. We need to find someone as powerful as her.”

“Do they even have witches?”

“We could always...” she trailed off as her eyes landed on the person she was looking for. “...ask.”

“Him? Are you kidding me?” Dean shook his head disapprovingly. “He didn’t want anything to do with us.”

“I could ask.”

“No.” Sam gave her hand a squeeze. “He could kill you. We don’t know him.” It was a joke, but there was a hint of truth in there.

Red returned the squeeze, as if to say ‘Don’t worry’. Then she stood up to walk over to the Witcher’s table before they could protest further.

“Not much for company, I see.”

The man ignored her, but she knew he was listening. “We need your help.”

“I’ve helped you enough. You want any more of my services, you pay.”

She started to feel hopeless, but at the back of her head she heard her sister scolding her for giving up too early. “You know we don’t have the money. We’re not from your world.”

He acted as if he was unbothered.

“Listen.” She seethed, frustrated with the way he was treating her. “All we need to do is find a witch. Then you can leave us from there. You said you’re a Witcher, do you know anything about magic?”

The corner of his lips twitched, a laugh threatening to start. “Witchers hunt and kill monsters. What you’re looking for is a mage.”

“A mage?” Red took the seat across him and sat down, forcing him to look in her eyes. “We’re looking for a powerful one. Can you lead us to them?”

His amber eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the tavern. He wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of helping the three strangers, but he did not like the idea of stringing along dead weight. He had jobs to do.

“No.” He hummed, downing the glass of ale right after to avoid looking at the woman in front of him.

“No? Seriously?” She didn’t yell, but it seemed like she was close to it. “Okay, what do you want? Besides money.”

“I want you to go away.”

“We don’t know anyone else in this world.”

“You don’t know me either.” That was true. They didn’t even know each other’s names. He stood from his seat and grabbed his things, making a beeline for the exit. She followed suit, hot on his heels.

Red was pissed off. “At least tell me where I can find a mage!”

“Pay.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She groaned. “Haven’t you heard anything I said? We’re lost! We don’t know anything about your world.”

They were already out the door, him at the front, trying to block out her voice.

“Look, please, just listen to me. Our world is in danger. We need to go back to save it.”

He knew a few things about saving. At this, he stopped in his tracks, contemplating. Red almost cried in relief when he did.

“If we don’t get back soon, the world- our world, will suffer. There’s someone who wants to destroy it and we’re the only ones who know how to stop her.” The last part wasn’t completely true. They were the only ones who knew what she was going to do to their world, but they didn’t know how to stop her yet. “Please.”

He turned, hearing the desperation in her voice. He gazed into her eyes, filled with a fire that he recognised all too well.

“Oi, that’s the Butcher!” A voice cried from their right. It was a man, obviously drunk, and he was dragging along a sword. The Witcher sighed, a scowl starting to creep on his face. He knew he would face something like this.

“If it isn’t the Butcher.” Another voice yelled. Red went silent, recognising the venom in the tone of the random man’s voice.

“Butcher?” She whispered.

At least half of the townspeople stopped in their tracks when they noticed the ‘butcher’, and a few men crowded around them.

“Get inside.” The Witcher growled to Red, but she couldn’t hear him among all the noise that the crowd was causing. The tension was thick, and Red reached slowly for her blade, ready to defend herself.”

“You’re no welcome here. You know that.” The drunk man slurred.

“I was here for a job. I seek no trouble.”

“No trouble? You’re presence is trouble itself.”

“Back off. I was just leaving.” But the drunk man wasn’t listening. He took his sword and swung. The Witcher dodged it, taking out his own sword from it’s sheath. They fought, the Witcher obviously winning, but he wasn’t planning on killing anyone today. He waited for the right moment before throwing a forceful punch his way, knocking the drunk man out immediately.

Red watched as the scene unfolded, not realising when a couple of men crept up behind her.

“You a friend of his?” One of them breathed, close to her neck. She whipped her head around, her face inches away from his. She took two steps back, trying to assess the situation.

“So what if I am?” She questioned.

“Then you just found yourself some trouble, missy.” In the blink of an eye, he swung a blade her way, missing her by inches when she managed to dodge it in time.

She rolled her eyes. “Can’t I get a break?”

Red attacked him, plunging her knife into his thigh. It wasn’t enough apparently, because he stood up fine, pouncing at her once again. She was quick to twirl her body around and kick him in the face, so hard that she could feel his teeth through her boot.

He fell, spitting out blood. It was a move that she used frequently while hunting, and it never failed to knock her victims out—whatever the species.

Another man moved to attack her from the back, this time she was caught off-guard. He had wrapped his arm around her neck, choking her. Just as she was struggling to stab him, his suddenly grip weakened. Red turned around to see Sam, holding a piece of hard wood that he used to hit the man on the head.

They shared a wordless grin for a second before resuming the fight. Dean had also joined, kicking and throwing punches. There were at least a dozen of men who were attacking them all. Why? The three humans didn’t have a clue. But they fought anyway.

Red turned to look for the Witcher, and was surprised when she found him struggling in a chokehold. He seemed strong enough to hold his own, but she ran his way and punched the side of his choker’s head, feeling the crack of her knuckles as it connected with his skull. It was enough to disorientate him.

“I had that.” The Witcher grumbled.

“Oh, yeah, sure you did.” She taunted, turning back to the man and kicking him in the stomach, then again in the face.

The Witcher stared at her, millions of thoughts popping into his head. Maybe she wasn’t dead weight after all.

Maybe he would consider helping her.

[cherryblossomflowers]

Day 26: Naughty

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: YN and Jensen try to understand why their son continues to misbehave.

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Depression

A/N: Day 26 of my writing challenge! The story from the reader is actually a true story about myself. No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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Jensen spins YN after he helps her out of the car. They had just gotten home from their date night, something they haven't gotten to do in a long time.

It had been roughly a year since their last date night. And with 3 kids at home, it was hard to find time to do so.

Jensen had finally talked YN into hiring a babysitter for a night so they could go out. She was against it for a long time, especially being a work-from-home mother and it being 3 days until Christmas, but she agreed that they needed a night away from everything.

The two had gone out to dinner, went dancing for a couple hours, and ended the night with a walk around the park. Now that they were home, they felt so relaxed and ready to call it a night.

But when Jensen opened the front door, he knew that idea went right out the window.

The house was completely trashed. Their Christmas tree was on the ground with broken ornaments everywhere, there was water all over the kitchen floor, food covered the walls, and there was a game controller in the TV.

"What in the world..." YN mumbled as she stepped over broken glass.

Jensen looked around, "Where are the kids?"

They looked up when they heard footsteps running down the stairs. Their babysitter, Jenny, had a panicked look on her face when she got to them.

She was panting as she explained, "Mr. and Mrs. Ackles, I am so sorry about your house. I've been trying to clean it as fast as I could but-"

"Let me guess," YN crossed her arms, "It was Randy."

Jenny nodded, "Your son went on a rampage and just started throwing things and breaking things," she paused a moment, "But the trashed house isn't all."

"What do you mean?" Jensen asked.

Jenny took a deep breath, "Randy told Claire and Charlotte that there was no such thing as Santa Claus."

"He what!?" YN yelled.

"They've been in their room crying for hours now. I've tried everything to calm them down, but between that and telling Randy to stop breaking things..." Jenny trailed off.

Jensen pulled out his wallet, "Jenny, you can go on home. I'm sure YN and I can handle it from here," he pulled out a $100 bill, "Here's a bonus for...dealing with all this. We understand if you don't want to babysit anymore."

She took the money from him, "Mr. Ackles, I would love to come back any time you need me to. But maybe after Christmas when Randy is a bit more calm."

"Thank you, Jenny," YN spoke softly, "Be safe getting home."

Jenny waved as she left the Ackles residence. Jensen shut the door behind her then turned to YN. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, both wondering what they should do.

"You want to talk with the girls or Randy first?" Jensen asked.

YN closed her eyes and sighed, "You go to Randy. After I calm the girls down, I'll meet you in his room."

He nodded, "Want me to wait until you get in there do dish out a punishment?"

"Don't worry about a punishment," YN shook her head, "I've got a better idea."

YN started walking up the stairs with Jensen right behind her. As they got to the second floor, they could hear music blasting from Randy's room and their daughter's wailing from their room. They split up, Jensen going left to Randy's bedroom and YN going right to Claire and Charlotte's bedroom.

It didn't take long for YN to calm down the girls. Claire and Charlotte were only 6 and 7 years old, and YN was more than capable of proving to them that Santa was real. She knew the girls loved Christmas and they weren't ready to give up on the magic just yet.

After giving their mom hugs and kisses, Claire and Charlotte moved over to their doll house and were back to being energetic and happy. And now YN had to go and talk to her teenage son, which probably meant a lot of shouting from him.

YN closed her daughters' bedroom, "Now comes the hard part," she walked over to Randy's bedroom door and knocked.

She pushed it open and saw Jensen and Randy sitting on the bed. Randy had his hood covering his face and his arms crossed over his chest. Jensen looked up at YN and shrugged at her.

YN closed the door behind herself and leaned against it, "We're not mad, Randy."

Jensen's eyes widened, "We're not?!"

"Shh!" she glared at him, "No, we're not. We're just confused."

"What's there to be confused about?" Randy mumbled.

YN walked over to him and bent down to look at his face, "You've been lashing out like this for the past 3 years, but only when it's December. And we've never stopped to ask why."

Randy looked up at her, "What do you mean?"

YN glanced at Jensen before looking back at her son, "We clean up the mess, we come up here and punish you by taking your phone or your games away, and then we assume everything is fine," she paused for a moment, "But it's not because we never asked you why you do it."

Jensen reached over and wrapped an arm around Randy's shoulder, "We're just worried something's going on. We just want to make sure you're okay."

"And if you don't want to talk about it right now, that's fine. Whenever you're ready, we're here to listen," YN smiled.

Randy pushed his hood off his face and rubbed his eyes, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything, honey," YN replied.

"Why can't I enjoy Christmas like I used to?"

Jensen and YN felt their hearts drop at their son's question. They looked at each other and neither of them knew what to do or say.

"How do you mean, son?" Jensen asked.

Randy shrugged, "Claire and Charlotte get up every year on Christmas day and run downstairs, yelling about how Santa brought them what they asked for," he looked at YN, "But I know there's no Santa. I know it's you and Dad that put everything out and eat the cookies and drink the milk."

YN felt a tear roll down her face, "Honey you haven't believed in Santa in years. You stopped when-"

"When I got into a fight at school over it? I know," Randy wiped his eyes, "The girls still believe though. I wish I still did. Maybe that's why I don't enjoy it...because the magic is gone."

Tears rolled down Jensen's face as he listened to his son. It broke his and YN's hearts to know this is how he felt. And who knows how long he had been feeling like this.

"Does it bother you that we still tell Claire and Charlotte about Santa?" Jensen asked.

Randy shook his head, "No, not at all. It's kind of nice to see them get excited. I just wish I could feel like that, too."

YN sighed, "Randy, let me tell you the story of when I stopped believing. I was actually your age."

"You were 13 when you stopped believing?" Randy exclaimed.

YN nodded, "I held on as long as I could. But I stopped when I was at my grandparent's house and they were talking about my presents. My grandpa got me new colored pencils for my art class. In my head I was thinking about how Santa knew I needed new pencils, but when my aunt walked in the room and asked my grandpa where he got them, I felt my heart drop."

"Did they know you still believed?"

"I don't know," YN shrugged, "I just remember going throughout the day thinking about my past Christmases. I would remember seeing presents next to the tree and thinking how my parents got them for me and not Santa. I was so broken."

"What did you tell your parents?" Randy asked.

YN sighed, "I didn't, not for a couple years. They thought I believed until I was 15. That was the year that I started to really not enjoy Christmas. I would hate going to my grandparent's house, I hated opening presents, I even hated decorating."

Randy looked down at his feet, "How did you get over it?"

YN smiled, "I tried to find just one reason to like Christmas: lights, music, family, food, friends, etc. And luckily, I finally found it."

"What was it?"

YN turned and looked at Jensen, "It was when you were about 4 years old and you ran into our bedroom. You shook my shoulder to wake me up. I was so tired, but seeing that smile on your face made getting up before the sun worth it," she paused and chuckled, "And when we all got downstairs, you didn't go for your presents at all."

Randy gave her a confused look, "I didn't?"

"No," YN shook her head, "You turned to me and your dad and said 'Mommy, can I give my toys away?'. When I asked why, you said 'I have everything I want already. I have you and Daddy.'"

Jensen smiled, "I remember that. We put all the Christmas presents in the truck, took them to a local hospital, and gave them to the kids. And it was all your idea."

"Wow, I did that?" Randy sighed, "I wonder why."

"Because you and I see the joy in others," YN took his hand in hers, "The joy of giving back to others. That magic feeling you have isn't gone. It just got pushed aside. You just have to find that spark again."

Randy smiled, "Thanks, Mom," he looked at Jensen, "Thanks, Dad. And I'm sorry for how I've been acting."

"It's okay," Jensen said, "You're a teenager. If you didn't lash out, I would've been worried."

YN chuckled, "I've got to agree with your dad on that one."

"I guess I should start cleaning up the house," Randy sulked.

YN laid a hand on his cheek, "Let's worry about that tomorrow, honey."

Randy stood from his bed, "Well I want to at least apologize to Claire and Charlotte."

"I think that's a good idea," Jensen nodded.

Randy walked out of his room and down the hallway to his sister's bedroom. YN and Jensen watched him open there door and sit down in front of them. They couldn't hear what he was saying to the girls, but when they stood up and hugged him, YN and Jensen knew he said just the right thing.

"We've raised him very well," Jensen whispered.

"He gets that soft side of him from my side of the family," YN winked.

Jensen chuckled, "Yeah, but he got the good looks from me."

"Hey now," YN turned to him, "Who says he didn't get it from me?"

"Either way, he's a good kid. And he had great parents to help him figure that out."

"Yeah, that's true."

Jensen sighed, "You do know that we're going to have to stay up and try to clean some of the house."

YN groaned, "I know. But that's a part of being parents."

"We could've just punished him and told him he had to clean it," Jensen suggested.

YN shook her head, "No. I think he learned his lesson a different way."

The two watched Randy play with his sisters from his doorway. Every once in a while, Randy turned around and smiled at his parents. They would smile back at him and wave to him.

"I'm just glad he's finding that spark again," YN spoke quietly.

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[laufire]

Supernatural s1

my dash: decries Supernatural every five posts.

me: time to watch it seriously for the first time in my life.

-First thing first: it’s an amazingly well-crafted season of tv. I’m a character-focused watcher, not a plot-focused one; I never connected emotionally to the Winchesters (still haven’t and likely never will, as interesting I might find them as character constructs), so I feared I’d be bored and would want to skip scenes. Nuh huh. I was many things, but none of them were bored xDD. Each episode was a lesson in good pacing and the entire season another in proper build-up. There are one or two or a few dozen tv-writers I would like to show it to, ngl.

-Another thing it excelled at was in its portrayal in abusive family dynamics. The way Dean went mellow and so unlike himself when John gave an order (and what a SHOCK it is in the later episodes when he finally stands up to him!!). How Sam said HE would apologize to his father when they saw each other again, or how he made apologies for his father because “it could have been worse” (at least John didn’t beat them up, like it happened to that poor kid!). John showing Sam more “““respect””” (as far as he’s able at least) simply because Sam already proved he’s capable of leaving him; the way John controls the information he gives them and when and how and how much and how small they feel when they reunite with him. Dean knowing his father had been possessed by a demon because it wasn’t reprimanding him and belittling him. Dean’s psychic shapeshifter (?) expressing his resentment towards Sam for getting to escape. Dean’s quickness to resort to violence when Sam says something that makes him angry, or how he tries to severe ties between Sam and his college friends, or how he guilt trips him when Sam says he plans on returning to his studies, or how he minimizes Sam’s experiences with John or how Sam criticizes Dean’s compliance... (I don’t think Dean’s being consciously manipulative. I think it’s intuitive. Which is far, far scarier. He’s the Elena Gilbert of Supernatural and a walking red flag for controlling behavior). How it’s paired with ~honeymoon periods. The way they use the families around them to highlight their issues. It’s... chilling and terrifying and I can’t look away. I won’t get into the shit John pulls in 2x01 because that’s for the s2 POV, but oh my god I’m so happy he’s dead.

I wasn’t all that sure of how self-aware the creators were about this trend (especially because of how centralized and validated Dean’s POV is in his conflicts with Sam IMO. OTOH... characters like Dean and actors like Ackles are the type to take over a show by charisma alone tbf. The way he swoops in in the pilot and starts disrupting everything, including Sam’s relationship, reminding me of both Angel in BTVS and Chuck in Gossip Girl, Doylist-wise. This comparison is going to make sense to like three people I talk with regularly xDD). At least on early seasons, since certain spoilers about the later ones make me think it grew over time. I’m still unsure but I think they are a little self-aware because of this quote:

Eric Kripke said of Buffy: “I loved ‘Hush’ and ‘Once More, With Feeling,’ but overall, Buffy really taught me about effectively using metaphor in genre. For Buffy, it was ‘high school is hell (literally),’ and Joss Whedon did such a masterful job of grounding his horror and fantasy concepts in this notion, and ultimately telling allegories about high school, which turned what could’ve been B-Movie material into an all-time classic. I used that same philosophy on my run of Supernatural, with the mantra ‘family is hell (literally),’ and always grounded my horror episodes around the notion of families, to the show’s benefit. So thanks, Joss Whedon. I owe you a beer. (Credit: The WB)

everyone wants to be Buffy lol.

-My absolute favourite thing was how competent the Winchesters are (I’m even reluctantly including John here. That bastard). They’re sneaky with local authorities, crafty about fake IDs, credit scams, research abilities, DIY supernatural detectors xDD... I loved the lack of an audience proxy, the fact that the story throws you into the deep end with people that already know their shit. And that the other side is competent too, like when Meg & YED’s plan to trap John relied on the Winchester being competent; on Sam immediately going into the defensive because, what are the chances of finding that cute weird girl a second time, miles away?; on John suspecting it was a trap and only revealing himself after Meg appears to be dead... Another scene that I loved in that sense, from 2x01 (I watched until 2x03, I wanted to see Sterling K. Brown’s first appearance lol) was how upon discovering Reapers are shapeshifters, Dean immediately knew that cute ghost he’d befriended was the one after him. I get the feeling this aspect will get lost in future season and it’s a pity, tbh.

-Related to that, some of my favourite moments: Sam straight up bribing a guy to get into the morgue when Dean’s arguments are failing (with Dean’s money!); Dean’s plan of “well, if this guy is haunting the house and there’s no other way to kill him, we burn the house. No house no haunting”; Dean telling that kid to fake appendicitis to get his parents out of the house; John blessing the tank of water knowing he’s walking into a trap with demons... I dig this stuff.

-I get whiplash sometimes, with the show making a point of (very briefly) telling you racism, homophobia or pro-life attitudes are Bad(TM) and the brothers are Against them (the Racist Truck episode, the one where a woman used a Reaper to exchange “virtuous” lives for those of sinners...), when the rest of the show is err... what it is lol. Dean is toxic masculinity’s poster boy (I was so disgusted by how he acted with Jess omfg), in s2 we don’t get the monsters’ perspective on hunters until we’ve conveniently met our first black one (I love the episode AND the character but it’s fucking true)...

-I need to make a note of paying attention to the writers credits/Bts stuff because I find this show’s progression fascinating on a metatextual level. The only problem is that audience reaction seems to have played a big role (which is a problem on one or two different levels imo xD), and tracking that down is sliiiiightly more difficult lol. Oh well (I don’t even think I want to see too much of this fandom, even to satisfy my curiosity. Some of the glimpses I’ve caught of it are disturbing to the extreme).

-The detail about dead people’s blood being toxic to vampires is SO COOL OMG. I’m tempted to steal it xD

Some random stuff:

-The monsters of the week were some legit creepy stuff.

-I love that Meg has her own hellhounds. Is that still a thing when she returns?

-Dean: you and dad are reckless and I’m going to have to be the one that buries you. / Me, with the power of foresight: 👀

-Also Dean: sometimes it scares me how good I am at killing. / Me: it scares the shit out of me how good you are at killing, too, fam.

-I get the impression Sam loses his demonic-in-origin powers later on, right? What a waste, I love those.

-I’m pretty sure at one point it’s implied John used Dean to honeytrap monsters (when he sends him as a trap for the lady vampire that stole the Colt) and I really don’t know what to do with this information.

-Cassie was GORGEOUS and even make Dean likeable for me while they lasted xDD. But given this show’s track record I’m considering the lack of more appearances a blessing.

-So many guest stars. Everyone’s been on SPN. Especially if they were on the Buffyverse first (I totally get the impulse of casting Buffy actor after Buffy actor lmfao).

-Funny how Luther Hargreeves is exactly who a lot of fans think Dean was (Dean is far, far colder imo), and yet one is constantly called pathetic and evil and the other woobified. Very Funny Indeed *coughs* (funnier still that the character I often see Dean compared to is Wynonna Earp when the parallels are kids-pool deep at best and offensive at worst. Dean is not a Wynonna. Again, Dean is an Elena Gilbert xDD).

-The two paranormal investigators were dumb as rocks, but their motto was “What Would Buffy Do” so I like them (if they ever change that to What Would the Winchesters Do or something like that I’m going to be furious lmao).

-When I want to ~chill I dress about exactly like Dean (minus the flannel I’ve seen in later seasons, you can’t pay me to wear flannel). Like, I think I have a couple of shirts that look exactly like ones of his. I don’t know how I feel about this xDD

-IDK how I’ll feel about Bobby later on (I get the impression every long-term character on this show has their hateful phases xD), but in his introduction he said the last time he saw John he threatened to shoot him (“he causes that reaction in people”), so he’s so far the most relatable character around lol.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Can’t Buy Me Love

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,668

Warnings: just fluff

Summary: Growing up, you never had enough money to get what you wanted, but you always got what you needed. Dean provides you with what you need which is all you could ever again.

Squared Filled: Can’t Buy Me Love by The Beatles for @spnsongchallengebingo // snowfall for @spndeanbingo // it’s better to give than to receive for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo // snowfall for @spngenrebingo // soulless!sam for @spndarkbingo // a cabin in the woods for @spnclassicbingo

Fandom: Supernatural

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Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness, they were completely right. Sure, it can buy things that bring joy temporarily, but true happiness doesn’t have a price or a label. Growing up, you had to learn that the hard way. Your family never had much money so you had to resort to other things to make you happy instead of a puppy, a bike, or other toys the other kids had.

In high school, your mom didn’t have enough money to take you to prom so all of your friends pitched in to get you a ticket. It was bad enough that your prom dress was your Sunday nice dress your family made you wear when going to church, you didn't need pity from your friends on money issues.

Nonetheless, you learned to enjoy what you have and to make the most of it. True happiness comes in the form of relationships--families, friends, and boyfriends. Dean Winchester gave you more than you could ever ask for. He provided you with stability, a home, trust, and most importantly… love.

I'll buy you a diamond ring, my friend If it makes you feel all right I'll get you anything, my friend If it makes you feel all right 'Cause I don't care too much for money Money can't buy me love

“There is no service out here,” you called out, waving your phone in the air by the window. “I don’t know when the snow will clear.”

“That’s okay. I got Baby in the garage. It’s a good thing if you think about it. We have the whole place to ourselves,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist. Turning around to face him, you leaned against his body and inhaled his scent.

“True. Thank God Sam got sick,” he chuckled.

“What are we going to do here? I know this is an old Hunter’s cabin, and there’s enough food to last a week, but what are we going to do?”

“I know what we can do,” he started to say.

“No, not that. Well, maybe later,” you winked.

“No, well, yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about. When was the last time we were able to have a proper snow day? Let’s go play in the snow!” he laughed.

“In what clothes? We’ll freeze.”

Dean thought for a second before untangling himself from you. He stalked to the hall closet and opened it, grinning when he found what he hoped was in there. He grabbed two big furry coats that would easily keep you warm in the frigid air. He held them up with the same grin, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his child-like attitude.

Regardless, you two put them on and trekked outside for a fun day in the snow. Having the coats on was better than having nothing even if you were kind of cold. Still, memories like this were priceless, so you had to snatch them up whenever you could grab them. You’ve never played in the snow before, and it was clear that Dean hadn’t either, so you two just screwed around until it became a game of tag.

Dean was it, and you ran like hell away from him. It was hard due to the snow being up to your knees, but you had fun. Your legs were getting cold, and you hoped to God that the cabin had hot water. Otherwise, you’ll have to dry by the fire.

Dean ran at you as fast as he could lifting his legs higher than you to get those wide strides. He caught up to you in no time, reaching out to grab at your coat. The snow was thick and puffy which didn’t provide a very sturdy platform to begin with. Dean accidentally tripped, taking you down with him. Letting out a shriek, you fell down first and Dean landed on top of you.

Your hair was splayed all around you, and your normally pale skin was almost as white as the snow. Your cheeks were tinted rosy pink as well as the tip of your nose. Dean supported himself by his arms as he stared down at you lovingly.

“You’re so white,” he laughed. Reaching up, you placed your icy fingers on his cheeks without warning. He yelped and reared back from the shock of it.

“And you’re… still tan. What the fuck, Winchester? How are you still warm?”

“I’m a big man,” he smirked.

“My big man.”

“Come on, I know of a way to quickly warm you up,” he grinned, helping you to your feet.

I'll give you all I've got to give If you say you love me, too I may not have a lot to give But what I've got I'll give to you I don't care too much for money Money can't buy me love

“You had no right to do that to me!” you screamed, slamming your jacket on the library table.

“He was going to kill you! I did it to save your life! Uh, you’re welcome by the way,” Dean scoffed. Sam had gotten out of the crossfire as soon as he could because this was an argument between you and your asshole boyfriend.

“I could have handled that myself! You know how important this kill was for me! You never think before you do, Dean,” you groaned, rolling your eyes in protest.

For over a year, you’ve been tracking a certain monster that had gotten away from you since you first had a brawl with it. Because it slipped from your grasp, it started killing people as a way to taunt you for not killing him before. It’s been your goal for a whole year to get this guy and kill him, and when you finally fucking do, Dean takes the kill right from under you.

“I’m sorry, okay? But I was thinking of you!”

“Yeah, well next time don’t. Okay?” you spit, stomping away. What you did hurt him, you knew that, but you were pissed enough as it is. He was only trying to help, and the important thing is, is that the monster is dead and not hurting anyone else. Dean tries to give you everything he possibly could and rarely asks for anything in return. He was only trying to help you, but in your angered stated, you couldn’t see that.

It took some time for you to calm down, and when you did, you were already asleep in your shared bed. Dean entered the room as quietly as possible to see the covers off and away from your body. He knew how easily you got cold, so he gently raised the end of the blanket to cover your entire body. Despite the fight, he still loves and cares for you.

And he knew you felt the same way.

Say you don't need no diamond rings And I'll be satisfied Tell me that you want the kind of things That money just can't buy I don't care too much for money Money can't buy me love

“Sam! Stop!” you screamed, ducking to avoid the knife that he threw at your head. Ever since he came back from the pit with Lucifer, he lost the one thing that made him who he is: his soul. Without a soul, he was just plain mean if he got angry. When he was happy, he was still dull and didn’t care about anything, but at least he wasn’t trying to kill you.

A hunt had gone wrong and he got frustrated that it didn’t go his way. He thought you were the cause of why it went wrong so he decided to take his anger out on you.

“If you hadn’t stepped in, then maybe those people would still be alive!” he yelled, grabbing yet another knife to throw at you. The whole Bunker was a mess because he had been chasing you for the last hour and a half. In order to get to you, he had to take care of Dean first which is why he was passed out on the bed from where Sam knocked him out.

“Sam! It wasn’t my fault! Stop!”

Sam threw one more knife at your head, and you barely missed it. It got so close to your ear that you heard the whoosh of metal as it passed by. Before he could try and get another one, Dean rammed into his side and tackled him. Jumping at the sudden appearance of the intruder, you witnessed both brothers fighting each other for different reasons. All Dean needed to do was to distract his brother long enough for you to make your escape.

“Go! Get out of here!” Dean yelled. Jumping into action, you leaped over both brothers to get to the exit but looked back at your boyfriend. He would give his life up in order to protect you, and because of that, you knew you couldn’t leave him. Thinking on your toes, you grabbed the nearest item to use as a weapon. It was a book, but a heavy one at that.

Running at Sam, you swung the book down on his head as hard as you could. He grunted in pain and slumped to the floor, laying limp at his brother’s feet. Dean panted and looked at you before sliding his eyes to the book in your hands.

“Really? A book?”

“What?” you looked at the cover. “European myths on Tricksters really kill.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he grunted as he got up.

“We’re in this together. I love you so much and you’ve given me more than I can imagine.”

“I love you too,” he smiled.

“Now help me drag your brother to the dungeon room until we figure out how to get his soul back.”

“Yeah, good idea,” he nodded, grabbing a leg while you grabbed the other one. True love means a lot of things, especially when it means dragging a knocked-out sasquatch across the Bunker’s concrete floor.

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[georgialouisea]

Late Night Saviour

Pairing - Dean x Reader ish.

Word count - 1.3k

Square Filled - Taxi Driver AU

Warnings - Angst, talk of domestic violence, swearing, 

A/N - Written for @spnaubingo and @supernatural-jackles ‘ weekly writing challenge both of this week's prompts were used in this. 

This was his 4th run on this route in the past 2 hours dropping off college students who were obviously underage at the local bar, he wasn’t one to judge he’d been a hell of a lot younger than them when he started drinking, how much damage were drunk eighteen-year-olds really going to cause? As he drove by she was still there, still on the bench looking out at the buildings in front of her, not really focused on a particular one. This time she’d brought her feet up onto the bench her chin rested on her knees as she hugged her legs, she must be freezing. Dropping the 4th lot of more than tipsy teens off he took his break early, radioing in that he was off the clock for the next 30 minutes he drove back towards the park.

This was it, this was rock bottom, sitting on a park bench at 11pm with only your phone and the clothes you had on to your name. You had nothing, no one, he’d seen to that moving you both across the country away from your friends and family, they wouldn’t even talk to you now if you called, they couldn’t do anything from hundreds of miles away anyway.

A car door slammed in the distance, looking up a man walked towards you, keeping your head down you prayed that he walked by you, he was big he wouldn’t even break a sweat dragging you across the park and bundling you into the trunk of his car. Glancing up he was walking straight towards you, moving away from him you were pressed up against the back of the bench. Looking up you now saw his true stature he was huge, so tall and strong he could probably snap your neck with less energy it would take to click his fingers.

“Please don’t hurt me, I don’t have any money, please don’t hurt me.” Holding your hands up you willed for them to stop shaking. “Please.”

“Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He smiled at you as he crouched down in front of you. “What’s your name? I’m Dean.”

Looking down at him he was smiling at you his hands clasped together in front of him.

“Listen I know this is weird but you’ve been out here for nearly two hours and you haven’t moved.”

“You… you’ve been watching me?” Your hands dropped to your legs.

“No, no I haven’t, I’m a taxi driver I’ve driven along this road a couple of times tonight, I saw you earlier I thought you’d have moved when it got darker -”

“I …”

“Let’s start with your name.”

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.”

“Okay, Y/N what are you doing out here all alone?”

“I … I…” Your voice cracked as you started to cry, hiding your face from the stranger.

“Okay, okay. Just breathe okay.” His hand covered yours on your leg. “Jesus sweetheart you’re freezing.” Standing up he pulled off his leather jacket draping it over your shoulders. “There’s a diner down the road, I know you said you don’t have any money and that’s fine, let’s get you a cup of coffee and all warmed up.”

Wiping the tears from your cheeks you dried your hands on your jeans. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, come on.” He reached out for you. Flinching away you froze. “Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you, I can’t leave you all alone out here.” He sighed. “Do you have a ride home? Or a car, any of those yours?” He pointed to the row of parked cars.

Shaking your head you looked up at him. “Dean, I’m fine, you can leave.”

“You can keep telling me you’re fine over a cup of coffee.” Standing up he took a few steps before turning to look at you. “Come on.”

Standing up you followed him across the street to the diner, sitting down in a booth opposite him he ordered 2 cups of coffee and a plate of waffles despite your protests that you’re not hungry.

The cups of coffee and plate of waffles were placed in front of you. “Tuck in.” Dean smiled nodding down at the plate. Wrapping your hands around the mug you took a deep breath as the heat from the cup slowly warmed your frozen hands. Looking up at him he was taking in every inch of you, his focus on your right eye.

“Is it really that bad?” You asked knowing he’d only bring it up later.

“Looks like it’s gonna get worse, you put any ice on it?”

Shaking your head you brought your cup to your lips, taking a sip.

“Y/N, I don’t want to assume but I found you freezing on a park bench and you’re covered in bruises.”

“Whatever you’re thinking you’re probably not far off.” Taking another sip of coffee you noticed Dean’s eyes kept returning to the plate in front of you. Pushing it across the table you smiled at him. “Go ahead, I’m not hungry and if you drool anymore you will actually make a puddle on the table.”

“You sure?”

“You bought them anyway.” You shrugged.

Dean tucked into the pile of waffles. “So… where can I take you tonight? Parent’s house? A friend’s?”

“No.”

“I’m sure as hell not letting you go back to -” His eyes flickered to the bruise forming around your eye.

“I wouldn’t want you to.”

“Good.” Dean nodded. “So where to?”

“I don’t have any money to pay you, Dean.”

“Money is not an issue.” He waved his forkful of waffle in the air.

“There isn’t anywhere, I’m not from here all of my family are back in Atlanta, my friends too.”

“Hotel then.”

“I have no money.”

“I’m not much help on that front.”

“You’ve done enough you don’t have to do anything else for me.”

Dean put his knife and fork down after demolishing the sugary carbs in an impressive time. “Well, I sure as hell ain’t leaving you alone with no plan.” Washing down the waffles with coffee he put his mug down. “I know we’ve only just met and you probably don’t trust me, it doesn’t sound like much but I live in a small place with my brother, you can stay with us tonight and we can figure out something more permanent for you tomorrow.”

“Dean -”

“Where else are you gonna go? Plus if I just leave you somewhere I’ll worry about you all night.”

“Then just take my number and call me tomorrow check I’m still alive.”

“Fine, give me your number.” He held his hand out, pulling your phone out of your hoody’s pocket you handed it to him. “Erm… sweetheart, it’s dead.” Turning your phone around he showed you the black screen. 

“Shit.”

“I have a charger in my car if you’re okay to come with me for a few runs I don’t mind charging it for you.” He handed you your phone back.

“That would be great, thanks, Dean.”

“You ready to go?” Dean asked draining his mug.

Nodding you followed him out to his cab, wrapping his jacket tighter around yourself you got into Dean’s cab, holding his hand out he plugged it in handing it back to you. “Just let me know when you want out.”

“Thank you for everything Dean.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

He didn’t ask you questions, he didn’t push you to tell him anything about your life, or what had happened and how you ended up on the park bench. You spent hours getting to know Dean, he told you all about his less than happy childhood, his Mom died when he was little, his Dad went off the rails soon after her death, they were adopted by a close family friend Bobby Singer who raised them and taught Dean all he knew about cars. Dean worked at Bobby’s garage during the day and drove a taxi at night to help his brother pay off his college loans. Dean was a really nice guy, always looking out for others.

Resting your head against the cool window you let yourself relax for once feeling safe, feeling safe with a complete stranger.

Would you guys like a part 2 to this? If you do let me know!!

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[crashdevlin]

Cassie’s 600 Follower Writing Challenge

That’s right, this crazy chick hit 600 followers! I can’t believe so many of you actually give a fuck about my content! I figure I can host a challenge to celebrate. I’d love to read what you guys come up with for some of my favorite songs and quotes from my favorite shows and movies!

Here’s the rules:

1) You don’t have to be following me to participate, but it’d be shiny if you were.

2) Send me an ask with your chosen prompt and a backup, just in case. (And if you could reblog for a signal boost, that would be awesome!)

3) This is a reader-insert challenge. You can have ships, but they’re gonna be ships with the addition of the reader (Example- Destiel x Reader or Stucky x Reader)

4) This is a multi-fandom event! Supernatural, MCU/Marvel comic (X-men included), Doctor Who, The Walking Dead, Harry Potter, Buffy, Star Wars, Star Trek…. I am a well-rounded geek. I just have to know enough about it to recognize the characters and know enough about their backstories to know what’s going on. If there’s a fandom you wanna write for that’s not listed here, just shoot me an ask and I’ll tell you if it’s something I’m cool reading.

5) Any genre is welcome! You wanna try to make me cry? Hit me with the angst! You wanna write me some warm and fuzzies? I love some good fluff. Almost any kinds of smut are gonna put me in a good mood, send it!

6) I’m totally cool with dark fics (dub-con/non-con included), but underage is a no-no. Tag your triggers, people! Warnings make everything run smoother.

7) If you don’t use your READ MORE links, I will not reblog your post. I’ll link you in the masterlist at the end, but you won’t get a reblog.

8) The due date on this challenge is 3/14/2019. Masterlist will be posted 3/21/2019.

9) Tag me in your fic and use the tag Cassies600celebration. And hit me up if I don't respond within a week. ‘Cause Dumblr.

Prompts below the cut!

Movie/TV Quotes

1 “It’s only forever, not long at all.” @bamby0304

2 “Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I’ll be your slave.” @castielslittlestbee

3 “I don’t like boats. I don’t like water. I’m a man, not a fish!” @bamby0304

4 “I apologize for calling your wife a bloated warthog, and I bid you good day.”

5 “It looks dead. It smells dead. Yet, it’s moving around. That’s interesting.” @brokencasbutt67-writer

6 “So, I guess it’s true: scythe matters.” @acreativelydifferentlove

7 “Sorry about the chains. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s… Actually, it is that I don’t trust you.” @bamby0304

8 “The moment you think you know what’s going on in a woman’s head is the moment your goose is well and truly cooked.”

9 “If you have something to say, right now’s a perfect time to keep it to yourself.” @mariekoukie6661

10 “Gimme a scotch. I’m starving.” @wegoddessofhell

11 “Why aren’t you wearing those pajamas I got you?” @winecatsandpizza

12 “You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. In what world could you possibly beat me?” @jerkbitchidjitassbutt

13 “Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.” @deanwinchesterwitch

14 “Change your stars and live a better life than I have.” @brokencasbutt67-writer

15 “Rainmaker, how wet do you want it?”

16 “All hail the goddess of information.” @flamencodiva

17 “Who brings a gun to a knife fight?” “The winner?” @summer-binging-spn

18 “I can’t tell whether he’s brilliant or nuts.”

19 “Isn’t it against the superhuman code to use your powers to take advantage of we mere mortals?” @acreativelydifferentlove

20 “What the mind can conceive, the body can achieve.”

Songs

1 Lips of an Angel- Hinder @deanwinchesterwitch

2 You and I- Jason Mraz

3 Written in the Sand- Old Dominion

4 Everywhere- Michelle Branch

5 Believer- Imagine Dragons @castielslittlestbee

6 Brokenheartsville- Joe Nichols

7 The Scientist- Coldplay

8 The Last of the Real Ones- Fall Out Boy @ gloriouslobster

9 Youngblood- Green Day

10 I Can’t Make You Love Me- Bonnie Raitt @allonsy-yesiwill

11 Bloodstream- Ed Sheeran @impala-dreamer

12 Present Time- Louden Swain

13 You’re Such A- Hailee Steinfeld

14 She Keeps Me Warm- Mary Lambert @peggingpadalecki

15 You and Me- Lifehouse @waywardnerd67

16 Come On Get Higher- Matt Nathanson

17 My Church- Maren Morris

18 Meant to Be- Bebe Rexha and Florida-Georgia Line @tumbler-tidbits

19 Stilettos- Kelsea Ballerini

20 Take Me Home Tonight- Eddie Money @covered-byroses

[sheridans-dynamos]

The One With All The Kissing

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Word count: Around 2.8k

A/N: This is for @purpleskiesandcherrypies‘s spn&friends challenge. I had the episode “The One With All The Kissing”

You woke up, slightly confused by the arm you could feel around you. You were only half awake, and your memory was a bit fuzzy from all the alcohol you'd had the previous night.

The hunt you and the boys were on had had a pretty intense conclusion, but a good one nonetheless. The ghost was gone and the people it was tormenting were safe and sound. So you all went out to celebrate, Dean leaving with some girl not too long after you got there.

You finally opened your eyes, willing yourself to look at who you'd ended up in bed with. You let out a scream, sitting up abruptly, the person next to you stirring and rubbing their eyes sleepily.

Sam. Sam was the person you'd spent the night with. Sam fucking Winchester. You could've just hooked up with some random local, but no, you'd had to get in bed with Sam Winchester.

"I'm gonna turn in for the night, head back to my room, you coming?"  Sam asked you with a soft smile on his face.

"I think I'm gonna hang out here a little while longer," you replied, returning his smile.

"Alright." He rose from the booth you were both in, putting his jacket on. "See you tomorrow," he added.

"Yup," you said, popping the ‘p’. As he left, you went to get another drink and sat back down at your table, letting out a loud sigh. You were feeling down. Sure, the hunt was a success and no one got hurt, but sitting there, all by yourself, seeing all these couples together, dancing and making out, you couldn't help but feel miserable. You had been single for so long, you couldn't even remember how it felt to be   close to someone.

Alright, enough wallowing you thought to yourself, getting up and dumping money on the table to cover your drinks.

You headed back toward the motel you were all staying at, determined to get yourself out of this mood. So what if you were alone? You weren't really alone anyways, not truly. You had Dean, Cas... and Sam.

You shook your head, dismissing the thought, ready to use your keycard to get into your room, when you realized you weren't in front of your room. Your feet had led you to someone else's door. Sam's. You weren't really sure why that's where you ended up, but all your sense had flown away in your drunken daze and you knocked on his door.

After a few seconds, the door opened on a shirtless Sam, and man was that a sight. "Y/N? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. He looked you over a few times, probably searching for any injury.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," you assured him. "I'm... I'm actually not sure why I'm here if I'm being honest..." you added quietly, looking away.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good, you scared me. Do you.. Do you wanna come in?" He ran his hand through his hair, gesturing inside the room with the other hand.

"Um yeah, sure," you replied as you ducked under his arm to walk in.

"I really don't know what I'm doing here," you said again. "One minute I was leaving the bar, the next I was here, knocking on your door," you chuckled awkwardly, twirling a strand of hair between your fingers.

Turning around to face Sam, you noticed he had closed the door and moved closer to you. Close enough for you to be able to smell him. That smell that was so Sam. That smell that never helped keeping you from giving in and kissing him. It was especially hard to stop yourself in the state you were in right now.

"So um..." he trailed, his eyes lowering to your lips.

They stayed there a second too long, and that's all you needed to give you the courage to finally do it. You reached up to him, pressing your lips gently to his. He froze, and you were ready to pull back and apologize when he suddenly put his arms around you and started kissing you back. You tangled your hands in his hair, letting out a soft moan. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

He led you over to the bed, pulling away from you only to pull your shirt over your head. But then he paused, asking you hesitantly, but with an eager glint in his eye, "Is.. Is this okay? Do you want to stop?"

"Oh Sam, the last thing I wanna do is stop," you grinned at him, tugging him back to you.

You remembered everything now. And you were panicking. This was bad. Really bad. You'd had a crush on Sam for a long time now, but you knew that he thought being with him was  a death sentence, so you’d never pursued him. Until now it seemed. This would make things back at the bunker pretty awkward. You wished you could take it back, but it was too late now. Well, you didn't really wish you could take it back, cause let's face it, that was the best night of your life, hands down.

Sam finally opened his eyes, a small smile on his face when he saw you, but it faltered when he noticed your state of panic.

"Y/N? Shit, that wasn't a dream? Are.. Are you okay? I'm sorry, I.. I.." his babbling was cut off by the sound of the door being unlocked. Sam froze, and you lied back down swiftly, yanking the covers over your head, hoping they would be enough to hide your presence.

"Hey there, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed, walking towards the bathroom.

"Hey," Sam said weakly.

"What's wrong? Cranky cause you're not the one who got lucky?" Dean teased as he changed into new clothes.

"Haha, yeah right, that's it," Sam laughed bitterly, rolling his eyes at his brother.

"So, I was thinking we could all go get breakfast at the little diner across the street and then head back to the bunker? I'll go get Y/N."

"Yeah, sounds like a plan," Sam nodded, eager for Dean to leave the room. You kicked his leg and he yelped, earning a funny look from his brother.

"Sorry, I.." he cleared his throat. "Y/N had a lot to drink last night, I think we should let her sleep in a bit. Why don't you go ahead and wait for us at the diner? I'll take a shower and then I'll go wake her up?" he proposed.

"Fine, I'll wait for you there. Don't take too long grooming your hair!" Dean said, earning another eye roll from Sam.

When Dean finally left, and the door closed, you sat back up, careful to keep yourself covered.

"I'm sorry, Sam," you said, looking everywhere but at him.

"Wha.. What? What are you apologizing for?" he asked, baffled and visibly disappointed by your words.

"For, for this," you replied, gesturing at the both of you. "I know how you feel about being with someone, that you think you're a death sentence. Not that it's in any way true, but still. And I just threw myself at you last night, so you took pity on me. And now it'll be awkward around the bunker, and maybe I should just move out, find someplace-"

"Hey," he interrupted your babbling softly, putting his hand on your arm. "I wanted this as much as you did, if not more. And I don't regret it. Not one bit."

"You don't?" you asked hesitantly.

"I don't." The smile he had on his face told you he was sincere. "Actually-" he paused, looking down, "-I've been wanting to do this, well not exactly this, but you get what I mean, for quite some time now."

You let out a soft gasp of surprise at that, making him look at you again, and chuckle lightly at your reaction.

"And I... I don't know if you were just looking for a one night stand, blow off some steam or whatever. But I wasn't. I'm not. I really like you, Y/N, and I want to be with you."

The look on your face must have not reflected your feelings very well, because he quickly added, "But hey, it's totally fine if that's not what you want, I get it-"

You cut him off by pulling him into an eager kiss.

"Sam, there's nothing I want more," you whispered against his lips.

Sam grinned and laid you back on the bed, ready to celebrate.

_____________________________________

You'd been back at the bunker for a little over a week now. And with Dean and Cas leaving on another hunt practically the minute you guys got back, you and Sam had the place to yourselves. Which was great, cause you didn't want to tell the boys that you two had decided to give this relationship a go, worried that their knowing about it would mess it up. You wanted to wait as long as possible before telling them, so you'd have to be careful with the PDA for now. But with them both being gone, you and Sam were being everything but careful. You couldn't keep your hands off of each other. Everything was great.

Dean was a bit surprised when you both asked if you could sit the hunt out, but he just shrugged it off and asked Cas to come with him instead.

You woke up to an empty bed, which wasn't surprising at all, considering how early Sam always woke up. You had to go run a few errands today, so you took a shower and got dressed, and then headed for the kitchen.

A smile formed on your face when you saw Sam sitting at the table, "Hey ba-"

Sam cleared his throat loudly, making you pause. Then you noticed that Dean was sitting across the table, eating bacon.

-"boys," you corrected yourself. Sam subtly winked at you, happy with your quick recovery.

"Hey Y/N! Sammy didn't give you too much of a hard time, did he?" Dean teased.

"Just enough, actually," you mumbled with a smirk. Sam let out a small gasp, but Dean didn't seem to hear you.

You made yourself breakfast and sat down at the table with them, asking Dean how the hunt went. You all talked for some time, while you finished your food. Some time after you were done, you rose from your seat, just as Castiel was entering the room.

"Ah, there you all are. I've been looking for you," he said.

"Yup, here we are. But I actually have to go, got a few things to do." You leaned toward Sam, kissing him goodbye. After a second you froze and then pulled away. Sam looked panicked. Dean and Cas were staring at you, Dean looked absolutely shocked and Cas looked confused.

You pulled away from Sam quickly, getting closer to his brother.

"Dean," you said with a smile as you pulled him into a kiss.

You let go of him and headed toward the doorway, where Cas still stood.

"Cas, glad to have you back." You kissed his lips softly and then left the bunker as fast as you could. You absolutely couldn't believe you had just done that, but it was the only explanation for you kissing Sam. Not that it was actually a good explanation. How the hell were you gonna explain what you just did? What reason could you possibly give for doing such an absurd, random thing?

"I'm confused," Cas stated simply.

"Yeah, well that makes two of us,” Dean added. "What the hell was that?" He looked at his brother expectantly.

"What? What're you looking at me for? I don't know!"

"That was... strange," Cas added and then left the room.

Sam was starting to sweat, wondering how he could get out of this without telling his brother the truth.

But Dean had apparently accepted Sam's response, cause he didn't question him any further.

_____________________________________

You were acting as if nothing had happened when you got back. And, apart from the strange looks Cas was giving you, the boys were too.

Dean and Cas were off somewhere in the bunker, while you and Sam were doing some research. It was getting late, so you decided it was time to head to bed. You closed the book you were reading, yawning as you got on your feet.

"I think I'm gonna turn in. Goodnight, Sammy." He rose from his seat at your words, taking your hands in his. You leaned into him, with the intent of giving him a quick goodnight kiss, but you found yourself unable to pull away.

That's when you heard footsteps coming near. You detached yourself from Sam as fast as you could, but it wasn't fast enough, cause you turned around to see Cas and Dean staring at the both of you. Dean leaned against a column and crossed his arms.

Cas took a few steps toward you. "What is going on here?"

"Cas!" you exclaimed, a bit too loudly, making him step back. "Goodnight!" You said, grabbing him swiftly and brushing your lips against his.

Dean was staring at you, waiting for your next move. And sure enough, you started toward him.

"Dean," you all but whispered as you got closer to him.

He hastily grabbed your arms and pushed you back gently, holding you at arms-length.

"Woah there, Y/N. Look, I never thought I'd say this, but all the kissing has got to stop. What the hell's gotten into you? I mean, don't get me wrong, you're super hot and all. But I see you more as a little sister, ya know? And anyway, whatcha kissing all three of us like that for?"

"I... I should go to-" You tried to pull away from Dean, but his grip only tightened.

"Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere until you tell us what the hell's going on, Y/N."

"Dean, come on. Let her go," Sam interjected, trying to get his brother to drop it.

"No, Sammy. I want answers."

"Do we tell them?" You asked, turning your head to face Sam.

"Might as well," Sam shrugged, "we both know he's not gonna let this go."

Dean's eyes kept darting between the two of you, willing either one to speak.

You let out a deep sigh and started. "Sam and I... We're together." Dean's eyes widened, and you continued. "Before you ask, we haven't been dating for long, just a week. We got together the night we finished the hunt in Billings. We didn't want to tell you guys until we knew for sure it was gonna work, so when I slipped up and kissed Sam this morning, I had to come up with a way to brush it off. Not my best idea, I'll admit, but kissing you two was all I could think of on such short notice. So... yeah. Sorry about all that."

"Huh," was all Dean said, looking at you, trying to process everything you'd just told him.

"Dean?" you said.

"Hmm?"

"Could you let go of my arms now?"

"What?" He mumbled. "Oh, yeah." He let go and gave you a weak smile. "Sorry 'bout that."

"So um, congrats I guess? I always thought you two were totally into each other, but this is still a shock. Anyways, I'm happy for you, Sammy." He clasped his shoulder, giving him a genuine smile. "You too, Y/N," he added, pulling you into a quick hug.

"Yes, congratulations to you both," Cas said with a smile.

"Wait a minute," Dean grumbled. "Last week, the morning after we finished the hunt. You got all freaked out when I mentioned going to get Y/N. Was she with you? Were you... were you two..."

Sam cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable, and you started laughing.

"Dude, that's gross! In the room we shared? I could've walked in at any time!" He looked so horrified, you wished you'd had your phone on you so you could snap a picture.

"Alright, I'm going to bed now," you chuckled. "Sam, you coming?" You added with a wink.

"Absolutely," he replied, his voice husky.

"Guys, I'm happy for you, I really am. But please, none of that when I'm around," Dean said, making a face.

"Sorry," you said as you grabbed Sam's arm, smirking.

"Was that a code suggesting them having intercourse?" Cas asked as you were both leaving the room.

"Dude!" Dean exclaimed. "I don't want that mental image. I'm going to bed," he grumbled.

[katymacsupernatural]

The Lies of Men Chapter 12

Dean Winchester x Reader

Story Summary: Y/N is married to a very wealthy bank owner. After his true colors show through, Y/N runs to her police officer brother for help. Instead, she finds his friend Dean, who offers his support. Set in the 1940′s.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Warnings: minor angst, running from an abusive relationship, 

“Morning to some of my favorite people,” Dean exclaimed happily as he stepped into the room. Patting Sam on the shoulder, he made his way to the buffet, not even stopping to notice the looks on your face.  “I slept amazingly well. I hope you did as well.”

“Dean,” Sam sighed. “Get your breakfast and set down.”

“I’m starving!” Dean exclaimed, clueless to the tension in the room. “Hash! I haven’t had hash in...well in forever!” 

Sam set his coffee cup down. “Dean!” 

Dean turned, the silver spoon perched precariously in the air, overflowing with hash. He glanced between you and his brother, noticing the paleness of your face, the clenched jaw of his brother. “Okay, you have my attention. What’s going on?”

“You need to see this,” You whispered, the paper in front of you, taunting you. Reminding you that you belonged to Lawrence, and no matter how far away you ran, he would find you. But the thought of your reunion, if it happened, had your hands shaking. 

“Y/N, whatever it is, we will work through it,” Dean assured you, squeezing your hand. “I’m here for you.”

Glancing over your shoulder, he quietly read the paper. You could tell the moment he read the headline, his hand clenching yours tighter, almost to the point of pain. “Dean, release her hand. You’re causing her distress,” Sam insisted. 

Muttering under his breath, Dean released your hand, taking the paper and holding it in front of him. You were all quiet as he read. Your breaths were short and ragged, your hands shaking in your lap. You tried to tell yourself you were safe. Lawrence still had to be at home, nowhere near Boston. No one knew you were here except Dean, Sam, and a couple of their closest friends. You were safe. At least for now.

“Damn it. That guy has a lot of nerve,” Dean muttered, tossing the paper down. “I just want to..,”

“Dean, this changes things,” Sam spoke quietly, setting his coffee cup down. “I will still help, of course. But this will have law enforcement on the lookout. Not only them but treasure hunters as well who knows that Lawrence is worth quite a bit of money. Not only will she be watched for, but you as well.”

“And what do you suggest?” Dean ground out, his food forgotten in front of him. “Y/N and I hide for the rest of our lives? Take the train out to some small mountain town and live like hermits.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” you piped up. You didn’t care about the money or fame. You just cared about getting away from Lawrence.

Dean turned to face you, his jaw clenched in frustration. “Y/N, we can’t live like that. Sure, I have the money. But we’re not going to hide. Lawrence is a bully, and he needs to be fought. Face to face. Running isn’t going to solve anything.”

Sam stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he went and stared out the window. “We have to be smart,” he insisted. “No running. I agree that it’s not the answer. But we are not fighting face to face. I have some of the smartest people on my staff. I will get the most discrete and trustworthy to begin going through everything we can find about Lawrence Kilkenny. If we find something, we could blackmail him into giving up his fight for Y/N.”

“You mean like Bobby and Brady?”

“Yes,” he agreed. “Bobby is already on it. He has his contacts, and he will find anything if it’s there. We just need time. And that will be with the two of you not leaving this house. Understood?”

“I don’t like being helpless,” Dean muttered, not happy at all. 

“You’re not. You’re here to keep Y/N company. To help me,” Sam assured Dean. “I can’t be here at all times, and I do not feel comfortable leaving Amelia or Y/N alone with a madman like that out there. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m needed at work.”

He opened the door, almost running into his wife. “Amelia, you’re up early.”

“I didn’t want to sleep in when we have guests in our house,” she answered, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Sam’s cheek. “What kind of hostess would that make me?”

“A sleepy one,” he chuckled. “I’m off to the office. Dean and Y/N will not be leaving the house. But I think you could find something to keep yourselves occupied.”

“Oh of course!” She exclaimed. “I have books, and puzzles, and games. We will make a day of it.” 

“Don’t be brave,” Sam turned to his brother once again. “I know you, and I know you’re itching to go out there and beat some sense into Lawrence. Be smart, stay here until we come up with our next step.”

Sam left and Amelia came and sat in the chair beside him, the maid showing back up to hand her a cup of tea. “We don’t get many houseguests. I think we’ll have great fun.”

“If you’ll excuse me,” you started, pushing your chair back. “I have a headache. I think I’m going to relax in my room for a while.”

Amelia nodded, her smile faltering. “Of course. Would you like me to send up your maid Cherie? She could give you a warm cloth to lay on your temple.” 

You shook your head. “No thank you. Just a couple moments to myself should fix it.”

You hurried up the stairs, quickly entering your room. Shutting the door, you leaned against it, wondering if you were ever going to get over this caged feeling. Or if Lawrence was always going to control you, even when he was hundreds of miles away. Philadelphia seemed like a lifetime away, but his grasp still reached you all the way in Boston. 

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Katie says goodbye to the Supernatural cons.

Alright, so, I’ve been putting off writing this post for a couple days, because exhaustion hit me like a freight train and I’ve been feeling icky and sickly for awhile, so bleh. But okay. Time to get emo on main. 

So about five years ago, around this time of year, actually, i finally got the chance to go to my first ever convention. me and some friends at the time were all planning on going to the Salute to Supernatural convention in Minneapolis, Minnesota in August of 2015. I was so excited to finally get to do this, because I’d been wanting to go to a con since 2011. This was my chance to finally go, and see Richard Speight Jr, and make a dumb dream that kept me alive for a long time come true. And it was, without a doubt, the most magical, and important experience of my life to date. 

Around this time, I was beginning to come up in the fandom. i had a really good following, my fics were getting a lot of attention, i was in with a group that was insanely popular, and life was actually really good. The show was the most important thing in my life, and i had countdowns going until it came back on in the fall. i was in very deep in the fandom, and it was my main source of happiness, so going to this con was going to be fucking HUGE for me.

^^ freshly turned 20 year old Katie out there living the best life she could at the time. she was trying her best. 

So we get to Minneapolis on that Thursday, and we’re walking around, and it hadn’t exactly sunk in yet that I was there. Like, I knew I was going, and I knew what was all going to happen, but I hadn’t been like “oh god this is happening” as of then. 

I remember the moment that it did sink in, though. We were sitting in our seats, Richard and Rob were up on stage doing the rules and regulations, and I kind of came back into my body and realized that i was shaking a LOT, and i just remember looking around the auditorium, and then back up to the stage, and hearing Richard’s voice. I thought to myself “You did it. You made it here. You stayed alive for this moment right here. You fucking did it.” and that’s when everything sunk in completely for me. 

i remember crying a lot after that. 

The con was everything I imagined it would be. I laughed a TON, i got to spend time with some - at the time - really good friends, and I was very swept up in the magic of the whole weekend, and I never wanted that feeling to go away. 

Then on Sunday, I got to meet Richard in person. 

I won’t go into details, and I’ll spare the sob story that lead up to all of it, but I will summarize and say that Sunday at Minncon 2015 remains one of the most important days of my entire life. there was so much personal feelings wrapped up in all of that, and I still have no clue how i managed not to break down crying as soon as i saw him. 

I love that man more than just about anything else, even to this day. richard is still a driving force to me to keep on going with life no matte what happens, and i owe him so much for that. 

anyways, i loved the con. I loved the show, the cast, the whole experience. I walked away from that with some of the best memories that i will keep with me forever. I’ve said this a thousand times before over the last several years, but Richard Speight makes those conventions an incredible experience. The effort he puts into them, the way he treats his fans, all of it makes the cons so special for me. I thank him so much for being such a wonderful person, and making me want to go back again and again and again. 

And i wanted so badly to do just that. I wanted to see Richard again. I wanted to do the cons, and hang out with friends more, and just do the whole fucking thing. Because that was peak happiness for me. it still is, in some ways. 

Between the ending of 2015 and the beginning of 2017, i had a bad falling out with the people i went to Minncon with. i lost a lot of my popularity, i backed way off of all of the corners of the fandom that I’d made a name for myself in, and i kept my head down. I did and said some really stupid stuff that I’m not exactly proud of, and I paid the price for it. As a result, i started backing off. 

But I still loved Richard, and i wanted to see him again. 

So I saved. And saved. And saved even more. And in February of 2017, I got the chance to do it all again. I got to meet and hang out with a BUNCH of friends on that trip, and I got to spend a lot of time with two people who have become so important to me, and who I love dearly. 

i owe that to Nashville. 

^^ 21 year old Katie, had experienced a lot of bullshit and was living a her goodest life, but not her best. Still trying to get through some shit and attempting to grab life by the balls once more. 

Nashville was... an experience.

the company that puts on the cons ended up doing a mega price raise, and everything went up by a lot of dollars (i’m too tired to math now, but it was a fucking LOT of money and even more stress by the time i got to buy tickets). I was really mad about it, and decided that nashville would be my second and last con. 

i decided to go ahead and go all out with it since nobody would ever see me again. 

I got to see richard right out of the gate again on that Friday, and actually got the chance to talk to him for a moment (i use that term very loosely, seeing as my “talking” is just me stuttering out two or three words and running away)  and by some fucking miracle, richard actually fucking remembered my dumb face, and that made my entire life up to that point worth living (still kinda does tbh). I hurried out of the autograph line with my buddies, found the nearest chair i could plop down into where he wouldn’t see me, and i cried. i cried real ass tears (thanks for putting up with me, that day, christy!)

I actually got called up to do karaoke this time with one of my absolute best friends and favorite people, and we fucking rocked it. for four minutes, we were rockstars and it was fucking great. we got to act like idiots and get yelled at by Matt Cohen (KAZOO KREW FOR LIFE!) and ugh. it was just incredible.

Saturday was good. tt’s kind of a blur of ups and downs and photo ops, but overall, it was a good day. Same with Sunday. I know a lot more tears were shed by a lot of people in our group. And christy and brandi screamed at misha collins. That was fucking hilarious. 

Nashville was a fucking great con, and despite all the crap that happened during and after, i wouldn’t trade it or change a single thing about it. I loved that con, and the people i got to go to it with. we all had an incredible time. 

And part of me still, despite everything i told myself, wanted to go again. 

Between February and May of 2017, i underwent a huge change in my life: I somehow got talked into watching anime with a - at the time - good friend of mine, and realized “wow. this is actually a lot better than what spn has done for a long time.” and it kinda pissed me off because WOW THIS IS WHAT SHOWS COULD BE LIKE WITH WELL WRITTEN FEMALE CHARACTERS THAT DON’T DIE!!!!! (thank you, fma for helping me see that light!). i was mad, but i was still devoted to spn, and yadda yadda yadda. 

in May of 2017, i watched the finale of season 12 at my friend Cas’s place, and the finale left such a bad taste in my mouth, that i decided that was it. i was angry, i was hurt, i was completely done. i stepped completely out of the fandom, i muted all the fan accounts i followed on twitter, i spent that whole summer getting farther into the weeb side of life, and farther away from my spn roots. 

and i’ve never fucking regretted it since. 

I started looking into conventions for anime around my hometown, and ended up finding one that looked fun. And Ohayo was a fucking BLAST - but that’s a post that’s been sitting in my drafts since january that i haven’t written up yet. I’ll finish writing that eventually...

but i was so done with spn by that point that i wasn’t even upset that nashville was the last con for me. 

I had started getting back into the fandom during s13, started writing fic again, and THEY ACTUALLY BROUGHT MY HONEYBEAR SON, MY PRIDE AND JOY, MY EVERYTHING, MY FUCKING WAFFLE CHILD BACK AND EVERYTHING WAS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD. I WAS HAPPY. I WAS BACK. I WAS LIVING MY BEST FUCKING LIFE. 

and then... then they took him away from me again. for nothing more than shock value. 

and then i said nope fuck this im out im done fuck you all i’m going full ass weeb. FUCK IT ALL. i doubled down on my belief that i was doing no more cons, no more anything. 

And then the fuckers announced that there would be a convention in cleveland, OH. Which I had been single-handedly campaigning for a con here for YEARS. When I finally get out of the fandom, they give us one. Absolute bastards! 

So, with a defeated sigh, i decided “one more. one more and then it’s over for real.” 

besides, i really, really, really, REALLY wanted to see richard again. 

So i decided, why not get the remaining members of the gang back together, and go out with a fucking blast? that kinda worked. i got one member of the gang to come with me, and the other was there in spirit. 

Richard cancelled about a week and a half before, which meant that my main reason for going was gone. and then misha cancelled until sunday, which meant my other reason for going was gone. but i still wanted to go and say goodbye to the cons and what little bit of the cast was there.

so we get there on friday, knowing full well friday is the only day we’re going, we didn’t buy tickets, we didn’t do anything to give creation our money, and we went in AOT cosplay because we’re cringy cool like that. and it was... surprisingly freeing.

^^ 23 year old Katie, who at this point has seen so much shit it doesn’t phase her anymore. Living an even better life than 2015!Katie. much more confident in herself, and a lot happier in general. Still trying her best. 

the con itself was a shitshow. it was an absolute shitshow. but i had every bit as much fun hanging in the lobby with my friend as i did actually doing the panels and stuff. i knew this was my goodbye, and having the con be so higuhgieh actually made it a little easier to say goodbye to it. karaoke was a fucking blast, and i shouted and danced the entire night, and my poor voice suffered. 

you’d think i just saw my best friend get eaten by a titan right in front of my eyes by how gone my voice was by the end of the night. -cough-

on the way back to the hotel is when it hit me that it was officially over. i cried the whole 20 minute drive back, knowing that this was the final time i’d ever see any of it. my last karaoke. my last chance to see everyone. my last spn con.  it was so bittersweet, because i had such a blast, but it was done. it was all done.

and i didn’t even get to say bye to the man that i owe everything to. that’s what hurt the most about the whole thing. 

i wouldn’t trade the cons for anything. i spent some of the best (and worst) years of my life doing them. the experiences and memories i have from these conventions are ones i wouldn’t give up, even if i could spare myself some heartache or stress. i am so grateful for these opportunities to meet these incredibly talented people, and get to see my friends there, and just have the time of my life. there isn’t one thing about any of those cons that i regret. 

i am so sad to be giving them up, but i know it’s for the best. the prices keep going up, and it would take even longer to afford them, and i just can’t keep doing it to myself. the stress is crazy enough as it is, and there’s a lot i’ve missed out on trying to afford these things. 

Not only that, but I’ve grown and evolved so much from that 19 year old doing everything she could to save back for her first con - and out of state trip. i’m not anywhere near who i was back then. i’ve gained much more confidence in myself, i’ve gained much more self worth, learned to control my anxiety/depression, and learned what i will and will not put up with from people. i’m a MUCH happier person than i was back then, and i’ve gained a lot of life experience and a lot of new interests over the last few years. so much has happened so fast, and almost everything has turned on its head. 

but one thing that hasn’t changed for me is my love for Richard Speight Jr. I have said it in this post alone several fucking times, but i adore Richard. He is without a doubt one of the funniest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, and he makes these cons so special for a lot of people - myself included. he’s the reason I kept wanting to go back, the reason that i kept pushing through the bad times, he’s been my reason to “Always Keep Fighting”. I am so blessed to have so many memories with him, and they’re the ones i talk about more than anything when talking about the cons. He will always have a huge and special place in my heart, and he will still continue being one of the big reasons why I keep pushing, and keep going, even when i don’t want to. he has absolutely no idea how important him just existing has been for this dumbass, and i really wish that he did. i hope that he knows the impact he’s had on my life, and that he’s always been my favorite since the trickster first announced that he had more ass than a toilet seat. richard has been one of the biggest inspirations to me for the last 6 years, and i literally owe the man my life. i’m so happy that he exists. it makes things a little easier knowing that he does. 

I’m going to miss him so much that it hurts, and I hate that I didn’t get to see him or get to hug him one more time. that’s the hardest part for me about saying goodbye to the cons. 

it’s so bittersweet going forward now, because there’s this huge part of my life that’s over, and i don’t know how to fully express all of it, but im so glad that i got to be on the ride as long as i did. 

hopefully in the future, things will continue to be as fun as the last four and a half years have been. i can’t wait to see what future conventions hold for me and my friends.