#winchester neice

[deanspunchingbag]

so you are gonna sit there and tell me claire doesn't just show up to the bunker at random times. sometimes covered in blood, sometimes yelling about needing help getting rid of a body, and sometimes just because she hasn't had a lead in a couple days and got bored. she makes jokes like 'it's giving daddy issues' and the boys get so mad because they cannot understand what the hell she is trying to say. that's usually followed by an old man joke, and cas saying something like 'having a difficult relationship with your father is probably the reason you tend to respond with violence over compassion'

[xviruserrorx]

I love the idea of Emma coming back and Adam being her favorite person

[batcavescolony]

S1 E 19 Supernatural

Looks like Sam might be ready to move on after Jess, good for him. I liked the art lady, she was nice. Hated the creepy ghost girl.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

A is for Assbutt

A is for Assbutt https://ift.tt/e65B2JV by Redamber79 Dean has been a teacher for five years, and a dad for three. Well, he'd been a dad for six years, but Lydia failed to share that information. When she died in a car accident, he got custody of Emma, who became his entire life in an instant. Charlie and Stevie tell Dean he needs to date, but as a single dad, he can't just pick up anyone. Emma comes first. A chance meeting with another single dad at pickup, the father of Emma's friend Jack, has possibilities suddenly occurring to Dean. Cas has sole custody of Jack, and is also the legal guardian of his neice, Claire. Can Dean and Cas make it work? Words: 4357, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Embarrassing Things Kids Say Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Charlie Bradbury, Stevie (Supernatural: The Rupture), Missouri Moseley, Cain (Supernatural), Minor Characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Apocalypseverse Charlie Bradbury/Stevie (Supernatural: The Rupture) Additional Tags: POV Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Single Parent Dean Winchester, Teacher Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is the Parent of Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Castiel is Claire Novak's Uncle, Writer Castiel (Supernatural), Poet Castiel (Supernatural), Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Bullying, Protective Dean Winchester, Hurt Emma Winchester, Concussions, Hospitals, Vomiting, Good Parent Dean Winchester, Cute Kids, Fluff and Humor, Texting, Flirting, Attraction, Crush at First Sight, Erotic Poetry, Phone Sex, Family Dinners, Getting Together, Dean Winchester Has Allergies, First Kiss, First Time, Fluff and Smut, One Big Happy Family, Work In Progress, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/TdsN5gJ February 10, 2024 at 10:17PM

[toyawrites]

Pride and Prejudice but it's Destiel

Ao3 Link:

Summary: Dean Winchester as Elizabeth Bennet. Castiel as Mr. Darcy.

The plot is completely Jane Austen's. The modern retelling however is all mine.

Warnings: Underage

Chapters: 2/61

Current Word Count: 1,431

Chapter 2

Mr. Winchester was one of the first guests, Mr. Shurley received at Netherfield Park. He had always intended to visit and merely wished to surprise his wife and sons when the time came. It just so happens, that time is now:

"I hope Mr. Shurley will like it, Dean," John says, observing the hat that his son is making.

"Well shall never know what Mr. Shurley likes," said his mother resentfully, "since you have decided not to visit him."

"Have you forgotten mom?" Asks Dean, "we'll meet him at the gathering later. Mrs. Moseley has promised to introduce us."

"I doubt that very much Dean. She has her own neices to think about after all," Mrs. Winchester replied, contemplating quietly, before turning to one of her sons, "Benny, will you please stop coughing! You are giving me a headache."

"I can't control it!" Cried Benny, who, trying to shift the attention asks his brother, "when is your next party, Dean?"

"A fortnight tomorrow."

"You're right," cries his mother, "so Mrs. Moseley cannot introduce us. She comes back from her trip the day before, meaning she won't have had the chance to meet him, herself."

"Then you must be the one who helps a friend, and introduce Mr. Shurley to her."

"How can I do that, John? When I have not met the man, myself? Why must you tease me so?"

"You are right of course, Mary. A fortnight is not nearly long enough to get truly acquainted with a man. But if we do not try, then somebody else will. If you do not wish to, then I shall aid Mrs. Moseley and her nieces by introducing them, myself."

All heads turned and stared at Mr. Winchester. To his credit, his face remained neutral.

[clockworkmorningglory]

The Meeting

This is a Winchester sister fic, and is dedicated to @unleashthemidnight for my 200 subscriber celebration. As always I own nothing but my characters and the mistakes.

This story takes place during Changing Channels season 5 ep 8

@authoressskr @fictionalabyss @sorenmarie87 @kdfrqqg @cas-backwards-tie

Amber danced around the Singer kitchen, 2 year old Ravenna giggling at her mothers antics. Bobby and Adam were on the hunt for a Rugaru while Sam and Dean were on the trail of a trickster. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and chocolet chip cookies filled the kitchen, as Amber picked up Ravenna and started dancing with her to Freddy Murcery and David Bowie's classic "Under Pressure" and heading up to one of the bedrooms.

Once Ravenna was laid down for a nap, Amber grabbed some coffee and a cookie and went into Bobby's study. Just as she was about to sit down her cellphone belted out Angel Man by Joan Armatrading.

"Hey Castiel, how are things going with you and the boys?"

"Sam......Dean......warehouse.............." with those three words the call dropped. Where ever they were reception was crap. Looking down at her phone she went to call him back when the cell poofed out of her hand.

"Now, now cupcake I can't have you and Castiel ruining my fun," A smooth and sassy voice said from the doorway of the study. Looking up Amber saw a blonde man with gold eyes and a lollypop in his mouth smiling at her.

"What the absolute hell, dude my husband gave me that phone for my birthday so I better get it back." She said raising a brow, sitting back she crossed her arms over her chest and just stared at the man in front of her. "And being that this house is warded against about everything, I take it you are who the boys were looking for but are NOT a Trickster."

The mans eyes widened at her deducion and a genuine smile graced his facing causing his golden eyes to dance with mirth. "Well now, looks like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb are actually smart enough to hang around people with brains. Tell me Lollypop whats a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Rolling her eyes, Amber got to her feet and walked past the man as if he were no threat at all. Going to the coffee maker she poured herself another cup, then looked at him questioningly, "Want a cup of coffee or a cookie?"

"You don't seem the least bit worried about a strange magical being just randomly popping into your house suger, maybe I was wrong about the Winchesters hanging around with a smarter crowd."

Amber snorted and shook her head, taking a bite of cookie she smirked at the being infront of her. "I have an idea what you are Angel," His eyes widen and he pales, "Everything here can kill you but I can do it most effciently." She sat at the kitchen table and pushed out the chair opposite her. "Now sit your feathery ass down and tell me what the hell your playing at......and who the hell are you?"

Sitting down, he sighed and just stared at her for a moment then taking a deep breath, "Gabriel, I'm Gabriel. And to be honest I don't know what I'm doing I just know I'm tired of all the fighting."

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Absent - Chapter One

Summary: Y/N’s father loves her - maybe too much given how sheltered she is - but he’s always absent. He’s either busy with work or busy entertaining women. Y/N thinks she’s finally found a way to get him to notice her, and with a little help from Uncle Sam, she finally gets some quality time with Daddy. But for how long can she keep his attention?

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader / (scenes of) Sam x niece!reader / (scene of) Benny x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)

Chapter Tags: angst, disappointment, talk of isolation, naive!reader, innocent!reader, mentions of sex, voyeurism, p in v, blowjob

Chapter WC: 1727

A/Ns: I feel disgusting. This is gonna be amazing. Please send an ask to be tagged in this series. My “Always and Forevers” and my “SPN Forevers” will be tagged automatically :)

Chapters 2-19 are available now on Patreon

Absent Masterlist // Sister/Daughter!Reader Masterlist

Chapter One - Happy Birthday

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” 

You smile, “thanks, Uncle Sam. Where’s Daddy?” You look over to his seat at the large dining table, seeing it’s empty and the servers haven’t even set up his place. This disappointment sits thick in your stomach, because you know exactly what that means, but you don’t want it to be true - not today. 

“Caught up, kid, I’m sorry.” You look back at your uncle and nod your head, defeated. The confirmation that your father is missing your birthday only makes you feel like calling the whole day off. Your favourite breakfast is placed in front of you - probably Uncle Sam’s doing - and he smiles at you to confirm your suspicions. “Pancakes with chocolate sauce and strawberries, with whipped cream… still your favourite, right?” he checks. You nod.

“Yeah, thanks.” You offer him a weak smile and pick up your fork, poking at the food for a bit. 

“Plus,” Sam speaks up again, watching you carefully, “your Dad has got all of your presents waiting for you in the front room, said you can open them all without him. And if there’s anything else you want, I’m under strict instructions to get it for you.” You know you should feel grateful, but you just feel disappointed. 

“Can you get my Dad?” you ask him. Sam offers you a sympathetic smile. 

“What’s wrong with your Uncle Sammy?” he smirks. “Listen, Y/N, I know this is a big birthday, and your Dad would be here if he could - but work is busy right now.” You look down to your plate, and Sam continues. “You know he loves you more than anything else, right? And he works so hard to give you everything you want.” You nod in agreement. You know he does it all for you, you know you’re his entire world, because he tells you that you are - but all you’ve ever wanted was for him to be around, to actually spend time with you. Instead, he just splashes his cash from afar. 

“I know, you’re right. I’m sorry,” you sigh. 

The room falls quiet as you play with your food with your fork and Sam eats his own breakfast. 

“So, eighteen…” Sam prompts. “Finally an adult.” 

You nod, “don’t feel like it,” you confess. 

“I’m in my late thirties and I still don’t feel like an adult,” Sam chuckles. You smile, genuinely this time, and decide to eat a strawberry. 

“There’s just so much I’ve never done, or experienced,” you sigh. “You know, most people my age are going to prom, and thinking about college and going to house parties with their friends and…” You reach for anything else ridiculous that teenagers are supposed to enjoy doing, “kissing and stuff-” Your cheeks flame in embarrassment at the very thought. “At least, they do in all the movies.”

“Well, movies aren’t real, you know that,” Sam defends. “And you also know your Dad would be worried sick if you went to any kind of party,” he scoffs. 

“I don’t even have friends,” you complain. “Not unless you count Sandy.” Sandy was your Nanny, but now you were older she was more like your assistant. Nowadays she's around less and less, and she's good at making herself blend into the background when she is present. Dean and Sam had her doing other things now, like cleaning and organising. “I’ve never even been to a real school and I’m about to graduate.” Sam sighs and places down his knife and fork, linking his fingers together in his lap. 

“You know how much I fought with your Dad about that. I’m sorry kid, these things happen. Our line of work is… messy and you’re safer here, where we can both look out for you.” You nod your understanding. 

“Well, anyway, it doesn’t matter. I was kinda hoping we could have a movie day today?” You blush. You had always loved movies, especially when they were about people your age - seeing how different their lives were to yours. You’ve been homeschooled your whole life, sheltered from everything, and some movies confused you, because you had never experienced anything that they had. Schools seemed wonderful and daunting all at once, and you often wondered what kind of ‘clique’ you’d be in if you went to one. Would you have had a boyfriend? One of those jocks that is secretly a soft guy that takes you on romantic dates? You could only imagine your father’s face if you ever brought a guy home. You wondered why everyone always drank alcohol in red plastic cups, and constantly obsessed over sex. The most you’d learned about sex was that it made babies - and you didn’t want any of those any time soon so it seemed a little pointless for highschoolers to be doing it.

“A movie day, huh?” Sam prompts, nodding his head. “Whatever you want, Princess, this is your day. But first, presents.”

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The rest of your birthday had been fine. It took you a while to open all of your gifts. Your father had bought you a lot of jewellery, diamonds and white gold mainly, along with some new clothes and purses, all designer, and all no doubt chosen by anyone but him, because there is no way he knows a single thing about women’s fashion. You assume, like with all your gifts you receive from him, he’s given someone his credit card and told them to buy you things you’ll like. Trouble is, very few people besides Sandy and your uncle know you at all. Still, you appreciate the sentiment, anyway. The last gift had been in an envelope, and in your father’s writing you read that he was planning to take you to Paris, but couldn’t tell you when yet. You’d already resigned yourself to the fact that it wasn’t happening any time soon, and he’d no doubt eventually send you over there with Sandy, or Uncle Sam if you were lucky. 

Uncle Sam had got you an engraved locket with the family crest on it, and the number eighteen etched into the back. He'd spent the whole day trying to make it special for you, doing whatever you wanted, which meant you’d spent most of it in the theatre under a blanket and cuddled into Sam’s side as you watched all of your favourite films, with an endless supply of warm popcorn and all the candy and chocolate you could ask for. You did have a great time, but you couldn’t help thinking about how much better it would’ve been if your father was there to share it with you too. 

But Sam had told you at breakfast the next morning that Dean was on his way back, and would hopefully be home in time to see you before bed, so you’d been spending the day wishing time away, and just hoping you’d get to see him. You were struggling to stay awake by midnight, laying on your bed in silence, listening intently for your father’s voice to carry down the halls, or just any kind of sound to suggest he had finally come home, when you must've drifted off. 

It only feels like you’d blinked when you open your eyes again and turn your head, seeing it’s almost two a.m. You sit upright immediately, feeling a little disorientated, and then you remember that your Dad’s bound to be home by now. Maybe he’ll let you sleep in with him like you did sometimes when you were younger. You leave your room and walk down the hallway, heading towards his bedroom door. You can see the light is on, and you hear movement, so you excitedly step inside, walking down the hallway and you’re about to turn the corner to where his bed is, only to stop dead in your tracks instead. You can hear moaning and gasping, and your Dad’s voice cuts through the quiet.

“Shit, baby, just like that.” The sound of his voice is comforting, and you peer around the corner to see that he’s with some blonde girl. She doesn’t look that much older than you. They’re both naked. She’s on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, your father standing behind her, fistful of blonde locks lifting her head off the bed, and he’s thrusting into her. 

“Fuck Dean, feels good,” she whimpers. You turn back, wondering if you’re meant to even be seeing this. They’re having sex, that much you’ve figured out, even though it’s never looked like that in the movies. You look back at them again, being careful to stay hidden, because you’re curious to know just how different it is in real life. But why is your father having sex with her, anyway? You’ve never even met her, so he can’t be dating her or anything. And as far as you’re aware, he doesn’t want any more kids - you were hardly planned, he’s always called you a happy accident - so you’re not sure why he’s having sex with her. But as you watch, listening to the way they’re both moaning, and seeing the pleasure on their faces, you realise that they must be doing it for fun. Sex must feel good, and be for more than just making babies as you’d always been taught. 

You couldn’t help but feel jealous. He’d come home, and already he was spending his time with some other girl. Why hadn’t he come into your room and woken you up? Why hadn’t he wanted to see you instead of her? What if you weren’t enough for him? What if he’s only interested in girls that will do these kinds of things with him? You feel uncomfortable between your legs, like there’s a wetness there, and you squirm and grab at yourself through your pants to try and get comfortable, but it only makes it worse, so you pull your hand away and sigh. You take one last look at your father and his blonde friend as she spins and drops to her knees, and then she’s putting him in her mouth. And he likes it, apparently, because he’s moaning loudly and gripping her hair again and smirking down at her. 

You force yourself to look away and head back towards the door, closing it softly behind you. Your whole body feels like it’s tingling, your heart racing oh so fast. And you can’t stop thinking about what you’ve just seen. You head back towards your bedroom slowly, biting your bottom lip, deep in thought. Do you need to be one of those girls? To get him to spend time with you? Because if that’s what it takes, you’re willing to do anything. 

Next chapter >

Always and Forevers: @stoneyggirl​ / @hoewkeye​ / @dandywinchesterbras​ / @foxyjwls007​ / @writers-whirlwind​ / @kyjey​ / @spnbaby-67​ / @waywardbabie​ / @phoenixblack89​ / @miraclesoflove​ / @valisiofdauntless​ / @peaches007​ / @xoxabs88xox​ / @sam-girl1998-blog​ / @linki-locks11​ / @vulgar-library​ / @jades-bullshit​ 

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Supernatural Forevers: @moosekateer13​ / @akshi8278​ / @atc74​ / @notyourtypicalrose​ / @angelofthetrenchcoats​ / @pyroqueen-k​ / @thecreatiivecorner​ / @collette04​ / @lovealways-j​ / @noneedtoknow789​ / @socalgem1124​ / @impala1967dwinchester​ / @thoughts-and-funnies​ / @blueaura​ / @animegirlgeeky​ / @onethirstyunicorn​ / @zeppette​ / @anaelsbrunette​ / @lettersofwrittencollective​ / @beth-winchester21​ / @laxe-chester67​ / @nightsbite​ / @h0unds-of-h3ll​ / @squigglylinesdotthei​ / @an-unforgettable-place​ / @seawinggs​ / @krazykelly​ / @shelvierenablatt​ / @bobbie3939​ / @snow-white-74​ / @sharp-cheekbones-locked​ / @jaydahlynne​ / @michellemxndes​ / @tvdspngirl314​

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Absent Tags: @deans-baby-momma​ / @chriswhore / @lifeofrileyp​ / @hamildork​

[pumpkinpiejack]

I’ve been consumed by Baby Jack Truthing brain rot

[tomhiddleston-is-mischief]

"Babysitting the Newbie"

Jack Kline x reader

Summary: reader does something special for the newbie, Jack Kline, to make him feel better

Warning(s): Dean being a prick to Jack, but that's it

Word count: 770

A/N: hope this is good! Thank you for reading, loves

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  Things are never great for the Winchesters, but lately, it seems like everyone is on edge. We sadly lost Cas, my dad and uncle are stressed, and that Jack kid is just… I actually have no idea and that terrifies me. I mean, Cas had faith in him, but then again, that is what also got him killed. My dad, Sam, trusts Jack. My uncle… not so much. Me? I am on the fence with this one. We have spoken and all that. I'm polite with him and he is the same with me. He seems nice, but then again, so did a ton of other people. I really do want to trust the newbie - I do! Just don’t know how, I guess. “Y/N! Come help us.”, I heard Dean call. With a sigh, I get off my semi-comfortable bed and walk down the hall swiftly. “Marco!”, I yell. “Polo!”, my dad responded. I chuckle at how funny that is. When we lose each other in this bunker of ours, we just call out random things like that. I walk into the library, finding the boys - including Jack - sitting in some chairs. Taking my seat next to Dad, I stare at the boy curiously. His eyes were set on his fingers. They fiddle together as he gulps nervously. Furrowing my eyebrows, I wonder if he has been on edge like everyone else. 

  “Y/N, are you listening?”, Dad raised his eyebrows at me, glancing at Jack. I clear my throat and apologize. Dean sighed,” We need you to stay here and babysit him.” He glared at Jack, making the poor kid feel even more nervous. “I want you to be safe, okay?”, Dad smiled at me as I nodded. “Listen, if you touch her, I’ll have your head mounted on a wall.”, Dean walked past Jack after saying that. Dad only sighed and moved on. Pursing my lips together, I wonder how to make Jack feel better. Words aren’t really my strong suit, thanks to trauma, but... I have thrown plenty of parties!

  Without a word, I run to the kitchen to look for party supplies. Now, this is not a party-party, but I have a good idea of what could cheer Jack-o up. Maybe some pancakes. Add in some chocolate. Probably some soda. Oh, and a fort! 

  Wait, I don’t even trust this kid. Why am I doing all of this? 

  I shrug it off, saying it is because he reminds me so much of Cas. And maybe that is a little bit true. Even though I was only nine when I met him, I could tell Cas was going to be a good friend of mine. Yes , it hurts that he is gone, but I just have to power through. That’s what I do every time someone turns up gone. As the time passes by me thinking about things that have happened in my seventeen years of living, the pancakes are done and I made a pretty decent candy bowl. I set down the candy and jump as I hear a voice behind me. "What are you doing, Y/N?", a curious voice asked. I turn around, startled by the boy's presence all of a sudden. "Um… I made this to- I don't know, cheer you up?", I look around at the fort, then to his confused face. "So… you made this… for me?", he furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, guess I did.", I shrugged and handed him a soda. He stayed silent as he watched me open mine. Jack opened his can after he saw me do it, then took a sip after I did. Setting my drink down, I realize what he's doing as he starts to put his drink on the same table I did. "You don't have to do that, you know. You can be your own person.", I chuckle. "Be my own person?", Jack repeated. I nodded my head,"Would you want to have some of your drink. Or would you like your pancakes?" Jack furrowed his eyebrows, listening to the sudden grumbling in his stomach. "Pancakes, please.", he smiled at me. I smiled back and set the plate on the floor, next to where I wanted go sit and eat. "You do want to be here, right?", I ask, suddenly remembering he might want to be at a table. "No, I think I want to eat with you.", he sits next to me and starts to bite into the sugary food once he was settled. A blush settles across my cheeks once he sits next to me. 

  Why? No clue at all. 

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Perm. Tags: @lovesmesomehiddles @kitkatd7 @blackeyedangel9805 @marshyrebelcloud @an-adventureland @thehumanistsdiary

[fanfictiongreenirises]

say what you will about season 6 (and trust me, there’s so much to say about season fucking 6) but it gave us dad!Dean with both ben and with that shapeshifter baby

[thatcrazybookwormgeek]

Not Right

A/N: This is my late submission for @katymacsupernatural  ‘s writing challenge. I hope I did ok.

Pairing: Dean x Daughter!Reader, with a litte Uncle!Cas

Warnings: A little angsty, I tried but it came out really fluffy.

Hope you all enjoy!

  Dear Satan, My name is Y/N Winchester. I want a big teddy bear for Christmas. One that is bigger than me, bigger than my Uncle Sam. That would be super cool. You might have to leave it outside though, because nothing can get inside the bunker. Not even you. Love, Y/N.

  “What are you doing bug?” Uncle Sammy got down on his knees and looked at me with his big eyes.

  “Writing a letter to Santa! I want a big teddy bear, bigger than you!” My smile was my face it was so big.

  “That would be awesome. Let’s go get your daddy and then we can get this to Santa, ok?” Nodding my head I hurried along behind my Uncle Sam as he walked through the halls of the bunker I called home.

  “Hey Peanut, what do you got there?” My dad looked at me like he did at pie, with more love than I could ever understand.

  “I wrote a letter to Santa! Can we make sure it gets there? I saw a box to go to Santa at the mailbox. Let’s go!” I pulled on my dad’s wrist with all of my might as I tried to go as soon as possible.

  “Let me get my shoes on, ok?” After putting on his shoes he grabbed his jacket and we all piled in the Impala.

  It seemed like forever until we pulled into the parking lot of the Post Office. “There it is!”

  “Wait for us Y/N!” My daddy shouted after me as I ran for the box marked “To Santa.”

  “Alright, let’s put in together, ok?” I put my hand on my dad’s as we pushed it into the slot.

  “Can we get Ice Cream?” My mind quickly traveled to food as soon as the task was done.

  “We can get Ice Cream and Pie.” My dad said as he picked me up as we all made our way to the nearest diner.

Lucifer’s POV   Dear Satan, My Name is Y/N Winchester.

  I must get at least a million misaddressed letters every Christmas. But this one, oh this one will be fun. Never had I ever gotten a letter from a Winchester. A teddy bear? A BIG teddy bear? Let the games begin.

Y/N POV

  It was Christmas! I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me to my daddy’s room. I jumped right onto his bed. “WAKE UP! IT”S CHRISTMAS!!”

  Like a tree in a cartoon, he sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. “Let’s go see what Santa got you!” Even half-asleep he was still cheerful to me.

  Tired of waiting I did the exact same thing to Uncle Sammy, who was a little grumpier that I woke him up. But I didn’t care, it was CHRISTMAS!

  Running into the war room where the tree was I saw the biggest teddy bear I had ever seen. It’s eyes were dark red and it’s fur black. I immediately went and gave it a big bear hug, but what I wasn’t expecting was for it to hug back. At first, I laughed until the hug started to hurt. I tried to get away but the bear was just too strong.

  “DADDY!!!!!!” My scream tore through the bunkers halls as I cried, over pain and fear.

  No sooner had I yelled than my Dad and Uncle came running into the war room. They immediately pulled out guns and started pointing them at the bear. Only I Was moving too much to get a clean shot off.

  Tears ran down my face as I sobbed and fought with every fiber of my body. I was only a small child though, so I couldn’t do much. My eyes burned and breathing was hard, all I wanted to do was hug my daddy, but I couldn’t.

  The teddy bear hugged tighter, and my eyes became blurry. The room kept getting darker until all I could see was black. The fight in my body left as I became a rag doll.

Lucifer POV   I messed up. It was all I could think. She was just a small child, she didn’t deserve it. I thought I would enjoy the pain written on the Winchesters faces, but instead I felt it. I knew I had to do something.

*Flap FLap Flying*

  Inside the bunker I placed a hand on the tiny child laying on her bed, ignoring the protests and punches from her father. I focused as my grace left me and entered her, healing her. Having accomplished that I turned to look at Dean. “I’m sorry, it was a mistake.” Without waiting any longer I flew back to my secret hideout.

Dean POV   Today was a close call, I almost lost my daughter. She was a curious girl, and I knew she would ask what happened. I was gonna have to give her the talk. She was so young, and now she was gonna have PTSD from being tossed around by a teddy bear.

  How could I have let this happen? I should have watched her more closely. Been more careful, done something. But I didn’t and my kid is hurt now because of it. I knew lie was gonna change around here, and probably not for the better.

[generallyclumsy]

At Least I Killed It

A/N: um this is god awful but I’m trying to post so like eh, I hope someone likes it. It’s based on an imagine I found a hot minute ago, but I couldn’t find it so like if it’s yours hit me up and I’ll tag you.

402 Words (a wee blurb)

Dean x daughter!reader/ Sam x niece!reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, bad writing (not edited)

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I stared at my hands, they shook as the rest of me sat still in a cell. My view of the police station was warped by the bars I sat behind, my clothes and hair still bloody although now more crusty than damp as I waited for Sam.

When I’d been arrested, I used my call to phone Sam as opposed to my dad because if I was lucky I’d get out of this without to much trouble. Sam, being my uncle, worried about me but not nearly as much as dad did. He likely come down here, bail me out, give me a brief lecture on the way home and this would all be behind us. Or at least, I hoped.

The thing is, I had been hunting. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did, and long story short the police found me covered in blood wielding a silver knife. As they would find, a considerable amount of the blood was my own, but most of it also belonged to the werwolf I had slaughtered only minutes prior. The issue was that I had to get out of here, and the circumstances were suspicious as hell.

I was still sitting and staring at my hands when I heard the front reception officer greet someone who had walked through the door. “Hello, sir.” Thank God! Sam!

“Hello, Agent Young.” Fuck. Not Sam. Dad, very much my dad. “I’m here for the girl, listed, Y/N Winchester.” I sighed. That was me, dad was here for me and it didn’t sound like Sam was even with him. FUCK. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Right, this way. We found her covered in blood, most of which didn’t even test as hers, with a bloody knife just running around it someone’s corn field. We drug tested her but it came up negative...” the police man started rambling as he made his way back here with dad. I met his eyes and he had this look like “you fucked up.”

“No offense officer but I’ve got it from here,” dad said as they unlocked my cell. I stood up shakily and exited the cell. Immediately, Dad put his hand on my back, and steered me out of the building. As we needed the Impala I looked up at him nervously.

“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Guess.”

I ducked into the Impala sheepishly and sighed. He started the engine wordlessly, and we started toward the main road.

“I mean, at least I killed it.”

[ms-rampage]

MEET MY OCs

Tagging: @fluttyseed @gamer-purgatory @redangrypears @bleudragonfire @jack-morrison @goodboiboomer-fc5 and whoever wants to play.

Information/facts about your OCs.

I have more OCs but these are my main ones.

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Paige Hannah Winchester

(FC: Ashley Costello)

Age: 25 (40 in New Dawn)

DOB: 01/19/1995

From: Pheonix, Arizona

Height: 5'8

Weight: 160-165

Hair: Black dyed auburn

Eyes: Brown

Status: Alive

Family:

Mandy Winchester (mother)

Joel Winchester (father; deceased)

Katella Winchester (younger sister)

Kenneth Smith (husband)

Gabriel (brother in law)

Cristina Winchester-Smith (daughter)

Jeffrey Winchester-Smith (son)

Thomas Winchester-Smith (son)

Bianca Winchester-Smith (daughter)

Daenerys Winchester (neice)

Brent Winchester (uncle)

Laura Wilson (aunt)

Christopher Winchester (cousin)

Tessa Winchester (cousin)

Alfred Winchester (grandfather; deceased)

Eliza Lawson (grandmother; deceased)

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Katella Evyanna Winchester

(FC: Amy Lee)

Age: 22 (36-37 in New Dawn)

DOB: 08/05/1998

From: Phoenix, Arizona

Height: 5'4

Weight: 148-155

Hair: Black with brown highlights

Eyes: Brown

Status: Alive

Family:

Mandy Winchester (mother)

Joel Winchester (father; deceased)

Paige Winchester (older sister)

Daenerys Winchester (daughter)

John Seed (ex partner; deceased)

Wheaty (ex partner; unknown)

Gabriel (husband)

Brent Winchester (uncle)

Marietta Campbell (aunt)

Kenneth Smith (brother in law)

Cristina Winchester-Smith (neice)

Jeffrey Winchester-Smith (nephew)

Thomas Winchester-Smith (nephew)

Bianca Winchester-Smith (neice)

Christopher Winchester (cousin)

Tessa Winchester (cousin)

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Mandeline Winchester

(FC: Cristina Scabbia)

Age: 50 (65 in New Dawn)

DOB: 06/06/1970

From: Scottdale, Arizona

Height: 5'3

Weight: 135-140

Hair: Black with some grays

Eyes: Brown

Status: Alive

Family:

Joel Winchester (husband; deceased)

Paige Winchester (daughter)

Katella Winchester (daughter)

Kenneth Smith (son in law)

Gabriel (son in law)

Diana Fiacci (mother; deceased)

Samuel Campbell (father; deceased)

Marietta Campbell (younger sister)

David Irwin (brother in law)

Cristina Winchester-Smith (granddaughter)

Jeffrey Winchester-Smith (grandson)

Thomas Winchester-Smith (grandson)

Bianca Winchester-Smith (granddaughter)

Daenerys Winchester (granddaughter)

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Joel Winchester

(FC: Josh Brolin)

Age: 50 (if he was still alive; 65 if alive in New Dawn)

DOB: 03/25/1970

Death date: 04/19/1999 (29 at time of death)

From: Tucson, Arizona

Height: 6'2-6'3

Weight: 220-230

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brownish green

Status: Deceased

Family:

Alfred Winchester (father; deceased)

Eliza Lawson (mother; deceased)

Mandy Winchester (wife)

Paige Winchester (daughter)

Katella Winchester (daughter)

Brent Winchester (younger brother)

Laura Wilson (sister in law)

Marietta Campbell (sister in law)

Kenneth Smith (son in law)

Cristina Winchester-Smith (granddaughter)

Jeffrey Winchester-Smith (grandson)

Thomas Winchester-Smith (grandson)

Bianca Winchester-Smith (granddaughter)

Daenerys Winchester (granddaughter)

Christopher Winchester (nephew)

Tessa Winchester (neice)

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Kenneth Smith

(FC: Kenny Omega)

Age: 37 (51-52 in New Dawn)

DOB: 10/16/1983

From: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

Height: 6'0-6'1

Weight: 215-225

Hair: Light brownish blonde

Eyes: Blue

Status: Alive

Family:

Daryl Smith (father; deceased)

Anne Smith (mother; unknown)

Tara Smith (younger sister; unknown)

Paige Winchester (wife)

Cristina Winchester-Smith (daughter)

Jeffrey Winchester-Smith (son)

Thomas Winchester-Smith (son)

Bianca Winchester-Smith (daughter)

Daenerys Winchester (neice)

Katella Winchester (sister in law)

Gabriel (brother in law)

Mandy Winchester (mother in law)

Joel Winchester (father in law; deceased)

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

A is for Assbutt

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KV3wYuh by Redamber79 Dean has been a teacher for five years, and a dad for three. Well, he'd been a dad for six years, but Lydia failed to share that information. When she died in a car accident, he got custody of Emma, who became his entire life in an instant. Charlie and Stevie tell Dean he needs to date, but as a single dad, he can't just pick up anyone. Emma comes first. A chance meeting with another single dad at pickup, the father of Emma's friend Jack, has possibilities suddenly occurring to Dean. Cas has sole custody of Jack, and is also the legal guardian of his neice, Claire. Can Dean and Cas make it work? Words: 4357, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Embarrassing Things Kids Say Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Charlie Bradbury, Stevie (Supernatural: The Rupture), Missouri Moseley, Cain (Supernatural), Minor Characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Apocalypseverse Charlie Bradbury/Stevie (Supernatural: The Rupture) Additional Tags: POV Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Single Parent Dean Winchester, Teacher Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is the Parent of Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Castiel is Claire Novak's Uncle, Writer Castiel (Supernatural), Poet Castiel (Supernatural), Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Bullying, Protective Dean Winchester, Hurt Emma Winchester, Concussions, Hospitals, Vomiting, Good Parent Dean Winchester, Cute Kids, Fluff and Humor, Texting, Flirting, Attraction, Crush at First Sight, Erotic Poetry, Phone Sex, Family Dinners, Getting Together, Dean Winchester Has Allergies, First Kiss, First Time, Fluff and Smut, One Big Happy Family, Work In Progress, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KV3wYuh

[lol-jackles]

What are your thoughts on, well, how heaven in spn is "structured"? No, I'm not trying to argue that sam and dean aren't soulmates (I know they are), but actally how heaven in built. In dark side of the moon there's the axis mundi and for dean and sam it's a road, and sam and dean visit their "greatest hits" together (no doubt everything outside of the fireworks and the garden having been jacked by zach), but in s10 there's the white hallways with doors? Is Sam and Dean's (1/2)

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I like how SPN’s heaven system is set up for humans. Souls get their own customized heaven where they are the lead stars.  Nobody is trapped playing supporting actors in another’s heaven.  This is something I try to get across to my neices and nephews during their teen narcissism phase about real life, that their girl/boyfriends & friends are not supporting actors in their life where they are the leading stars because those same girl/boyfriends & friends are lead stars in their own lives.

“Is Sam and Deans’ axis mundi/heaven perhaps in one of those doors?”

I expect so, I’ve never questioned it.  It will be labeled “Sam and Dean Winchester” and various confusing dates of their deaths.

“If they enter they will see the garden or something?”

You mean the botantical garden as it appeared to Sam and Dean? No.  If I remember correctly, God’s garden is not part of humans’ heaven.  If humans reach God’s garden it’s going to appear differently to each human based on their personal experiences and interpretations.  Angels can go to God’s garden anytime they want (I think) but apparently they don’t and probaby why God is lonely, according to Joshua.

The axis mundi not only connects heaven and the underworld to the earth, it is also supposed to be the center of the self - the unconscoius, the conscious, and the various higher levels of the individual soul.  I doubt the doors automatically lead to the souls’ center and nothing on the show indicates otherwise.

[clockworkmorningglory]

Writing again!

Send me ideas for my Winchester sister fics.

I’m also writing a story for Undertale it will be like my WSF’s and be fluffy and rated no higher then PG-13, because my daughter loves to read my stories.

So send me prompts, gifs or whatever of the boys and I’ll write something to go with it. Misha Monday and Hump Day will be less spuratic as well so if you want to be tagged in my stuff let me know or if you want me to stop tagging you let me know, which I would hate but I will understand.

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