and like two saying sam

the more I hear about how bad fates localization was over here, the more I learn about how the localization had to do alot to make it acceptable to Western Standards lmao


Characters:  Reader x Dean (Brief cameo by Sam)

Summary:  Dean and reader escape the bunker on a warm summer evening.

A/N:  This is for @jensen-jarpad  ‘s challenge, “Let’s Celebrate”.

Word Count:  2199

Warnings:  Smut/Language

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Originally posted by fencehopping


“Come on, it’ll be fun,” I urge.

Sam groans, Dean looks mildly intrigued.  

“I have work to do, but you two go on, have fun,” Sam says. He sounds like a dad sending his annoying kids off to play. Dean and I have both been feeling restless, the walls of the bunker closing in on us.  

We’ve been cooped up in here too long, no case to work, no outlet for our energy. Dean’s like me in that regard. Too much time sitting idle makes me antsy. I’m about ready to climb the walls.

“I’m in,” Dean says, pushing his chair away from the table.

“Yay!” I exclaim, a little overenthusiastically. “I’m going to go get changed.”


Dean’s eyes widen when I rejoin him in the library in my cutoff denim shorts and star-spangled halter top. A thrill shoots through me when I see him taking in my curves and lines with appreciation.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Just need a few supplies first.” He follows me to to the kitchen where I pull two six packs out of the fridge. “You grab the cooler.”

Dean returns with the green cooler just as I finish making sandwiches. “Ice,” I direct him. Dean loads the cooler while I go snag a blanket.  

“All set?” he asks.

I can’t keep the dopey grin off my face. “Yes!”  I’m so unbelievably excited to get out of the bunker. Especially with Dean.  

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AU for 12x11

Sam hasn’t been blackout drunk for a couple of years, not since the night that he got Dean back from demonhood and put away nearly an entire bottle of Jack. That time he woke up face down in his pillows, fully clothed with his dislocated shoulder shooting violent bolts of pain down his spine. This time, he comes to with the sky wheeling white above him, his clothes damp and his knees muddy and twigs and leaves in his hair. He sits up, hauls himself to his feet and staggers forward a dozen yards or so to emerge onto a jogging track, a woman in bright lycra thudding past with headphones in her ears. His legs are bruised and aching and his mind is… fuck, so foggy, a great roiling cloud of nothingness, and he has to stop thinking about that right fucking now if he wants to stay calm. He runs his hands through his hair, dislodging a beetle and a shower of debris, tries to straighten up his clothes. He finds his phone in his pocket, the screen shattered and dead. Great. But the next woman down the track has a guy alongside her, a personal trainer maybe, so Sam steps forward hoping that he won’t intimidate them both away.

“Hey,” he says, hoarse. “Can I – I’m sorry. Can I borrow your phone?” 

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Hey? Anyone up for some High School AU headcanons for Destiel?

  • So Dean would be the new kid
  • I mean, I guess y’all saw this coming but ye he’d be the new kid
  • Now I making this an AU where they have normal(ish) lives so it isn’t because their dad is killing monsters and stuff
  • They do kinda live out of the Impala and go state to state so their dad can find a job
  • They have money, but not a lot of it
  • And they pretty much live somewhere until either they realize that there isn’t going to be any jobs there or John gets fired
  • So ye things kinda suck for them
  • But then again they’re the Winchesters so……
  • So anyway, y’know Dean kinda walks into school with this I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude bc he’s probably going to be gone within a month so at this point he doesn’t care
  • But ye ppl see this scruffy looking teenage boy walk in and immediately kinda step away bc wow he looks like bad news
  • I mean, he kinda makes friends and makes out with a few girls, but he doesn’t have any real relationships, platonic or romantic
  • And he’s fine with that bc that’s the way he wants it
  • He kinda learned that he shouldn’t get too attached if he’s just gonna move away again
  • But oh gods please help him for what happens next
  • So y’know everyone’s kinda going about their normal lives and stuff
  • And Dean goes to his locker to grab his books and stuff so he can go to his next class
  • He puts his locker combination in and pulls the door
  • It doesn’t open
  • He tries again
  • It still doesn’t open
  • He bangs on it
  • Nothing
  • He kicks it
  • Zip. Zero. Nada.
  • So ye he getting rlly frustrated with this crappy locker
  • And then he feels a tap on his shoulder. His green eyes meet cobalt blue ones
  • “What do you want?” he says, sounding irritated.
  • “You have to pull it up, then open it,” the boy says. Dean looks at him confused. He then grabs the handle of the locker, pulls it up, and ofc it opens 
  • “Um… thanks?” Dean says.
  • “My name’s Castiel, but most people call me Cas.”
  • “Dean.”
  • So ye they kinda become friends but you know Dean is kinda a little distant and stuff and doesn’t completely trust Cas and yadda yadda yadda
  • But so like, Cas is an amazing artist????? Like soooooooo good it’s just literally beautiful
  • Dean wishes he could make something that beautiful but rlly he’d rather watch Cas paint a picture than do it himself
  • But Dean admires his art
  • Like so much
  • Like sometimes he’ll just sit with Cas and watch him draw or paint or whatever he’s doing
  • He asked if he could keep a few pictures
  • His favourite is one of an angel 
  • Cas never draws Dean in front of Dean
  • Actually Dean has never seen a picture of himself that Cas drew
  • Bc Cas is kinda embarrassed that he literally just loves drawing/painting/sketching Dean bc wow he’s beautiful
  • Frick he thinks he’s crushing
  • But ye Cas definatly has a lot of drawings and paintings of Dean bc he can’t help himself
  • You get inspiration where you can get it and Dean inspired him 
  • When Castiel painted his first picture of Dean smiling with a ton of radiant colours that’s when he figured it out
  • “Holy frick I’m in love with Dean Winchester.” 
  • Cas is a little scared bc it’s Dean Winchester ye u don’t mess with him and having a crush on him is way bad news
  • Plus Dean is his friend like no friends are supposed to be off limits
  • Nope nope nope nope nope
  • But when u have a crush it’s a little hard to bury it and make sure it never climbs back out of it’s hole
  • So when Dean comments on his art or says something that nice to Cas, Cas blushes a lot and is at a loss for words
  • So beep bop boop Cas is very much in love with Dean and he knows that someday Dean is probably gonna rip his heart to shreds
  • Now Dean is trying very hard not to get attached to anyone bc he probably gonna leave in a month or so. His dad hasn’t had the best of luck looking for a job
  • Dean would lowkey protect him at all costs
  • I mean, sometimes he can get a bit annoying and he isn’t the most talkative person but HOLY POOP DEAN LUVS IT
  • Dean just…. needs help
  • He tried sooooo hard not to let anybody past family into his heart but this boy did it in some how in some way
  • And he need help bc he falling for him and he doesn’t know what to do
  • So ye they both hopelessly in love but neither of them can see that the other likes them and they know that it will probably end in flames
  • So doot da doo one day Cas comes by the motel room for some reason idk maybe they need to study for something and Cas’ house wasn’t free idk
  • So Sammy is the one who answers the door and has literally no idea who this guy is bc wtw Dean who the heck is Cas???? And who names their child Castiel???? Like that’s child abuse Dean. 
  • So Sam has to go find Dean to make sure that he isn’t letting in a random stranger and Dean just gets so annoyed bc Sam I told you my friend was coming over today my god
  • Now Sammy has heard about this so called friend bc Dean talks about him without actually meaning to and I mean, Dean brings home a lot of random drawings that Sam definatly knows aren’t Dean’s bc he is in no way an artist so ofc he asked who drew them and Dean’s like “Just a friend.”
  • So Sam has heard a lot about this friend and has a very vague suspicion that Dean has a small tiny crush on this friend but he has no idea what this friend looks like or what’s the friend’s name
  • He didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl, tbh
  • But ye Sammy meets Cas and Cas is being super awkward and stuff and just has no idea how to interact with people
  • Dean shoos Sam away so they can study
  • But Sam is spying on them
  • It didn’t take too much observing to realise that they both have huge gigantic crushes on each other
  • I mean he knows his brother and Cas is blushing way too much 
  • So ye he becomes the captain of the Destiel ship
  • All aboard crazy town
  • So Dean goes outside to the vending machines to get them two cokes
  • And literally Sam takes the first second he has and walks right up to Cas and says, “You should ask him out.”
  • Cas is like “what the freak” and is so confused bc this literally came out of nowhere like wtw
  • “Wh-why would I do that?” Cas asks.
  • “Bc you like him.”
  • “Wh-what?”
  • “And he likes you.”
  • “wHaT?!” he shocked
  • “Do it. Please, just make him happy for once.” (bc y’all know that sure Sammy is gonna be an annoying little brother but in the end he just wants to do whatever it takes to make his brother happy)
  • Cas nervously nods his head, now a lot more nervous than before
  • “You better not hurt him, Castiel.” (bc yes Dean is a protective big bro but Sammy is a protective little bro too)
  • Tbh Cas is a little scared of Sam now
  • Dean walks in. “They where out of coke so does root beer work for you?” Dean asks, putting the room key on the table
  • “Oh it’s fine” Cas is sketching now
  • Oops a blob became Dean
  • He’s drawing Dean
  • Oops
  • The picture pretty much takes Dean’s breath away
  • Like holy schnitzel
  • He falls a little deeper in love
  • Cas puts down his pencil, standing up and walking to Dean. They end up close. Rlly close. 
  • “Dean I….. Can I ask you a question?” Cas says
  • “Of course,” Dean says
  • “Can I… Would you…..” Oh gods this is a lot harder than he thought
  • “CanIkissyou?” he says finally. It comes out in a rush and is definatly not what he wanted to come out he was just supposed to ask Dean to the movies or something
  • “What?” Dean says, not sure if he heard correctly
  • He very much hopes that he did
  • “Can I–” but he stops bc he realises that there lips are centimeters apart
  • He can feel Dean’s breath on his face
  • Frick
  • And shoot he didn’t even know what the heck he was doing just some how in some way he kinda accidentally um maybe went forward a few centimeters???? Um well ye uh now he has the problem that he’s kissing Dean Winchester
  • Frick
  • Dean is literally so surprised and has no idea if it’s real
  • Then, he comes out of his shock and wraps his hands around Cas’ waist, deepening the kiss
  • And Cas is literally screaming on the inside bc this is literally even better than his fantasies
  • And also ofc Dean is literally being softer than he has ever been with anybody ever
  • When they break away they both blushing way too much like gods help them
  • Sammy walks into the kitchen and sees them standing close together with both of their cheeks looking like tomatoes and is like “What the freak happened to you two”
  • Dean is like “Don’t you dare say anything.” 
  • Sam giggles and leaves
  • “I have wanted to do that for a long time,” Dean admits, and then he kisses Cas again
  • Oh gods wow they literally end up being the cutest couple at school
  • Dean calls Cas his little angel
  • Cas is constantly drawing stuff for Dean and believe it or not he actually is pretty good at love letters so Dean gets sum amazing stuff from him
  • Their perfect date isn’t anything fancy it’s kinda just going out for cheeseburgers
  • But they love it
  • Dean and Cas are constantly “stealing” John’s car and just driving around and stuff (not that Cas likes cars, he just loves seeing it make Dean happy)
  • They try to keep at the back of their minds that Dean might have to leave soon
  • They don’t want that to happen
  • But sometimes, during a long weekend or a particularly bad night the thought drifts into their minds
  • Dean would just ask his dad if he could try getting a place of his own or stay with Cas but he doesn’t want to go anywhere without Sam
  • So :p
  • But good news!!! John actually finds a good job!!! :D
  • All of them are happy little dorks
  • And UGH JUST. SO. CUTE!!!!!!
  • Yup that all i got ( @destielsolangeloshipper u mind if I tag u in this??? I sorry to bother u)

And now Bob needs to know that we didn’t vote for him THAT HARD for the “alpha male” title in the alpha type way - we LOVE anti-alpha emo extra hoe Bellamy Blake just the way he is! We voted for him because he’s so nice, and so charming with the fans, EVERY SINGLE TIME, because he’s so smily and gives so good answers that make everyone happy. We voted for him because of his personality, and the fact that he’s always happy to be around the fans when he is, and because he’s positive and because he loves Bellamy SO MUCH, even more than us, and he’s so invested in the character.
I, personally, voted for him because yeh, no you Sam stans, it’s not “who’s that Bob guy?” it’s BOB MORLEY heck yeah, and e!online better make an awesome article to fix the bullshit article they did like TWO HOURS after the beginning of the poll, saying Sam would win? Anyway, I want Bob to know that no amount of negativity coming from anywhere could ever change the way I feel about the fact that he is Bellamy and he’s portraying him and understanding him so well and I’m so happy that Bellamy is my fav character everrrrrr. More people should hear his name, know his name, know that he’s here, that he’s an amazing actor and that he has tons of dedicated fans who will follow n support him everywhere. And that he can stay as he is, perfect in every way possible, and eloquent and nice and building his house in his little corner of Australia without liveblogging the episodes that doesn’t matter because we’re here to stayyy. GUYS IM EMOOOOO, I NEED SOME WELL DESERVED SLEEP IM JUST SAYING, IM SO HAPPY WE DID IIIIIIIIIT, and we got moooooore - way more - than 1 million votes!

  • Sam: How are you feeling today, Danny?
  • Danny: I do not.

How time runs in the different circles of Hell in Cambionverse.

We ran into difficulty trying to figure out how much time was passing in Hell during various storyline events because canon conflicts itself because Dean says his four months felt like forty years 4.10), whereas Sam says his two or three minutes felt like a week. There are a few explanations to this, one being that Sam wasn’t actually in Hell for that flashback, so it’s only his mind that felt like it was gone for a week, but…

Well, we decided that was too easy and that we needed to make things hard on ourselves, so we went with an Inception-like system where the deeper into Hell you go, the slower time passes, because Hell is all about the torture. (You’ll notice that with this formula, time passes faster in Heaven, reflecting the old “time flies when you’re having fun” adage.)

We went with nine circles of Hell because of the Dante references in S6, the ninth circle holding Lucifer’s Cage as it does in Dante-canon.

A few things about this table:

  • obviously, EM/HM stands for Earth Minutes/Hell Minutes
  • the calculation formula is 2.51543669159^x, where x = the level of hell
  • the formula is not ours; this genius came largely from the mind of the amazing rubato, whom without we would be nowhere
  • Dean was in in the fifth circle. He was in Hell from May 2 to September 18, roughly 201,600 Earth minutes. This formula has those Hell minutes being something like 38-39 years in his circle of Hell, which we’re more than willing to call “good enough,” as it’s not like they had calendars or whatever down there, and Dean’s attention was more than a little monopolized at the time. (Why Wrath instead of Violence or Heresy? Honestly, the math worked better. Poor Dean wouldn’t be out of place on any circle, though, would he?)
  • Sam, of course, was in the ninth circle with Michael and Lucifer. We used 2.5 minutes for him to stay right between the “two or three” mentioned in the show. This bit is more exact; multiply 4032 by 2.5 and you come up with 10080, the number of minutes in a week exactly.
  • Castiel finally has a good explanation for always showing up to Earth a few minutes late, bless
  • demons, on the other hand, can mobilize alarmingly quickly, especially the more powerful ones coming from the lower levels; demons from the ninth circle would have three days to get their shit together in the time it takes Dean to finish scratching his balls in the morning
  • Purgatory is said to be “Hell-adjacent,” but Crowley said it, and he’s a liar and also sir-not-appearing-in-this-verse, so there’s no reasons why Purgatory can’t be Earth-adjacent too/instead. It runs the same as Earth time because it, like Earth, is an “in-between” of Heaven and Hell. (Just go with it!)

An awful lot of work went into figuring this out, so if you wind up using these calculations, we would REALLY appreciate a link back! 

(If you were wondering about some of the “encyclopedia”-like stuff we mentioned earlier, this is one of those things we do behind the scenes and almost never use, and if we did use it nobody would realize it, but it’s super cool anyway. Right now I (Liz) am trying to clean up a few more entry-things to get them in the queue. This would be easier if more of them were complete!)

You Ain’t My Brother

Request- If requests are open, I was wondering if you could write a sis fic where reader is dean’s twin but a shape shifter takes his place and hurts reader real bad so she stays away from home for a little while?

Word Count-1316

Warning-Mild swearing

Tag- @evyiione

A/n-Just for the record requests are always open unless I say so :) Guys school is killing me at the moment but all requests will be up very soon. AND THANK YOU FOR OVER 200 FOLLOWERS!!<3

“Give them to me!” You say trying to grab the Impala keys out of Dean’s hands, but you being quite short you were having some difficulties. “Come on let me drive to the motel. “You whined stomping your foot like a little kid.

“Sorry kiddo I’m older.” Dean smiled widely flashing his teeth.

“I’m the same age as you.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m older by 3 minutes and 24 seconds so shut up.” Dean said giving you a light punch. You returned the punch but ten times harder. “Damn (Y/n) that’s gonna bruise.” He says rubbing his arm.

“Are you two done fighting? Seriously it’s like I’m the oldest here.” Sam says throwing his duffel over his shoulder.

“Sorry Sammy.” You shrug grabbing your bag and bumping into Dean ‘by accident.’

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At least i planned on being productive (superwholock)

I made this up and I’m really proud of it! This is part one (I’m not sure how many parts there will be) and I’m really excited to keep writing!

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, weeping angels (I know those things freak my out when watching the show so I thought id warn anyone who doesn’t like them).

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Sherlock, John, The Doctor, Clara.

Enjoy :)



I wake up in the morning to the sound of my alarm clock going off. Groaning I roll over and slam my fist onto the button. The alarm goes silent and I let out a breath.

Why on earth would I put an alarm on? Well I planned on being efficient today.


I woke up again to the sound of my alarm clock going off again. Slamming my fist onto the button once again only to check the time.

Its eight o’clock. I slept for an extra hour.

I should be productive.


I push myself out of bed and go into the library where Sam is sitting running a hand through his hair.

“Good morning.” I mumble collapsing into the chair Dean normally sits at.

“Good morning.” Sam says sleepily. “You’re up early.”

“I planned on being efficient.”

“Doing what?” Sam asks.

“I have no idea.” I mumble as I run a hand through my hair. “I didn’t really think it through.”

Sam laughs quietly and I hear the familiar sound of Deans footsteps as he enters the kitchen and I hear pots and pans being moved around.

“I want breakfast.” I announce standing up. “Want anything?”

Sam nods. “Eggs.”

I groan “Ugh I thought you were gonna say no.”

He laughs and I smile “Bacon?”

“Sure.” He says and I go towards the kitchen.

“Morning.” I say as I walk into the kitchen. “What are you making?”

“Bacon and Eggs.” Dean says “Want some?”

“Sure.” I say “Oh and Sammy wants some too.”

Dean groans “I thought you were gonna say no.” He jokes and I laugh.

“You two are like twins.” Sam says entering the kitchen with a paper in his hands. “She just said the exact same thing.”

Dean holds up a hand and I high five him before getting out plates and glasses.

“Anything happening today?” Dean asks.

“Maybe.” Sam mumbles. “WE might have a case.”

“Great.” Dean groans.

“Hey were saving people!” I push his shoulder “Cheer up!”

“Id cheer up if it didn’t mean having to run around and get punched.” Dean grumbles.

“That’s the thing its weird.” Sam says “I don’t think its our usual thing.”

“Since when is our thing usual?”

“Here you go.” Dean hands me two plates of breakfast and I take one to Sam before going back to get our drinks and Dean sits down.

Pouring the drinks we listen to Sam. “It seems like people are being killed by something the cops are unable to identify. There are not finger prints and no traces of the killers.”

“That’s horrible but how do we know its our type of thing?” Dean asks.

“One of the policemen say that the tapes don’t appear to be tempered with computer wise but there are a bunch of glitches making parts of the tape, between the person being fine and then the person being dead, gone.”

“Sounds ghosty.” I say “Plus that would explain why there are no finger prints.”

“Lets check it out.” Dean says.

“After breakfast.” Sam says.

“Definitely.” I say and Dean smiles before digging in.

I walk around in my room grabbing my things before throwing on my fake FBI suit and packing away some clothing.

“Y/N hurry up!” Dean shouts.

“Hold up don’t get your pants in a twist!” I holler back and grab the last of my things.

“Took you long enough.” Dean says.

I mimic him silently and Sam rolls his eyes.

“Lets just go.” Sam’s says “Please no arguing.”

“No promises.” I smile cheekily and Dean rolls his eyes as Sam holds back a smile.

I get in the back of the impala and Dean turns on the music and AC/DC’s Back in Black bursts through the speakers.

The garage doors of the bunker opens and we begin to drive. I smile as Dean turns up the music and starts to sing along.

We drive for a few hours because the case is only a few hours over. Sam eventually joins in and for a little while were all singing along to the music.

Once we get to the crime scene we walk over to the yellow tape and step under it holding out our badges.

Dean goes to talk to the police on the scene and Sam and I walk over to the actual scene.

There’s an outline of the body and I don’t go to close. Though I’ve been hunting with my brothers for as long as I can remember it still saddens me when this happens.

“You see anything?” Sam asks as we crouch down to look around.

I go slightly closer to the outline when something catches my eye. “Yeah…it looks like…dust?”

“Dust like I need to clean?”

“No.” I say confusedly. “Dust like from a statue? I don’t know.”

I look around as Sam examines it and I look over behind us to see a fountain with a bunch of statues on it. Four to be exact. There’s one of a two small cupids and a couple facing each other.

I brush the dust that I had on my hands and hold it up to the statues. The color is slightly different but not my much. Then I look at the others and realize there are different shades of stone on all of them.

Brushing the stuff off my hands I look around and look up to see the camera that was faced directly at the scene.

Walking over to my brothers I let out a breath and they stand up.

“Looks like we need to pay the security room a visit and get a look at the footage.”

“Sounds about right.” Dean says “Lets go.”

The office isn’t that big and Sam is tapping away on the video.

“Nothing tampered that I can see. Like something near the actual camera messed with it. Think it’s a ghost?”

“Maybe.” Dean says “I mean what else do you think it could be?”

“I don’t think it’s a ghost.” I say “I mean where would a ghost get dust?”

“Well sometimes they leave traces of what happened to them at the crime scene they commit. Hurting people the same way.” Dean explains.

“I know its just I don’t think it is.” I say.

“What do you think it is then?” Dean asks.

“Sam can I take a look at the footage?” I ask motioning to the chair.

“Sure.” he says and I go through the footage.

“Something is bothering me.” I say “I just cant tell what.”

I play the video over and over. One second everything is normal and the next the screen glitches for barely a second and the person is lying there.

“What the heck?” I ask “why do I have such a bad feeling in my gut?”

“Because your watching a weird ass crime over and over?” Dean suggests “Where we just see the guy ending up dead on the ground after a millisecond of messed up footage?”

“Yeah but I mean something’s wrong.” I say “And don’t make a smart ass remark Dean Winchester.”

I turn to glare at him and he holds up his hands in defense before making a zipping motion with his mouth.

I glance at Sam and he nods at me to keep going.

I turn back to the screen when something catches my eye.

“Sam can you zoom in on the screen?” I ask giving him back the chair.

“Sure.” He says “Where?”

“The right side. The fountain.”

“Okay.” He says then confusedly “Why the fountain?”
“Shh.” I push him out of the chair lightly and he stands up so I can look at the screen better.

“Holy shit.” I say “There are five statues.”

“So?” Dean asks “What’s the big deal?”

“When we were outside and I went to look at them there were only four.” I say leaning back. “There’s a statue missing.”

“So what they stole a statue too?” Dean asks.

“No I don’t think so. I mean there was dust at the scene. It looked like dust from the sculptures.” I say. “See in this picture it’s the man the woman the two cupids and a angel that appears to be crying. But outside the angel isn’t there.”

“Do you think it’s a shape shifter?” Sam asks.

“A shape shifter turning into a statue?” I ask. “I don’t think so.”

“That’s because its not a statue.” A voice sounds from behind us and I jump and turn around. Dean lifts his gun as well as Sam only two see two men standing there. That didn’t mean anything though.

“Woh woh.” The shorter one puts his hands up. “No need for guns. Were just here to see the footage.”

“Who are you?” I ask hesitantly.

“The names Sherlock Holmes.” The taller one with dark curly hair says. “And this is John Watson.”

“Sherlock Holmes.” I say “The famous detective from London?”

“You know him?” Dean asks.

“Sort of.” I say “He’s this amazing detective. Solved so much stuff.”

“Yes well that’s what I do.” Sherlock steps forward and the boys put there guns down as Sherlock takes a seat.

“I apologize for his behavior.” John says “Its nice to meet you.”

Before I can say anything as I shake his hand Sherlock spins in his chair to look at us skeptically.

“Who are you?” Sherlock asks folding his hands together.

“Agents Stone, Floyd, and Gregory.” Dean says and we hold up our badges.

Four seconds later Sherlock narrows his eyes “Fake.”

“Excuse you?” Dean asks shocked.

“Those are fake. The numbers have shifted ten digits and two letters have been mixed with the end of the year.” Sherlock says and I raise my eyebrows putting my ID away as well as Sam and Dean.

Sherlock turns back to the computers and begins tapping away.

“So if you aren’t FBI who are you?” John asks curiously. He eyes Sherlock then us and seems to relax appearing as though he does not consider us a threat, at least as long as Sherlock doesn’t appear to see us as one, anyways.

“The names Y/N.” I say

“Y/N.” Sam says sternly.

“Look I’ve gone through that tape multiple times and trust me its not tampered with.” I say.

“I could tell the first time I watched it.” Sherlock says “I just have to check something.”

“Show off.” Dean mutters and Sherlock ignores him.

“Like I said who are you?” John asks.

I glance at Sam and Dean who look hesitantly at each other.

“The names Y/N Winchester. These are my brothers Sam and Dean.” I hold out my hand and John shakes it.

“So what are you guys really doing here?” John asks.

“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you.” Sam says.

“Ill give it a go.” John says “Trust me its probably not the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Were hunters.” I say “As in we hunt the Supernatural. Wendigos, werewolves, vampires, ghosts. You name it we’ve hunted it.”

“That’s insane.” John says “You’re lying.”
“Were not.” Dean says.

“Well.” John says “I don’t know if I believe you but its definitely not the craziest thing I’ve heard.”

“So what is?” I ask but Sherlock standing up immediately and the chair rolling back slightly surprised us all and I jump.

“NO!” Sherlock shouts then slams his fist on the table.

“What is it Sherlock?” John asks as he walks towards the computers.

“It’s the statues.” Sherlock says.

“Told you.” I say sticking my tongue out to Sam and Dean.

“You knew?” Sherlock turns to me curiously.

“Not really.” I say “But I saw the dust at the scene and one of the statues is missing when your outside. The one of the angel crying.”

“Not quite.” Sherlock says “It’s a weeping angel.”

“what’s a weeping angel?” Sam asks hesitantly.

“Well considering you hunt monsters you will probably not find this shocking.” Sherlock says.

“You believe us?” I ask.

“Not quite.” Sherlock eyes me “But like John says its not the craziest I’ve ever heard.”
“So what is it?” I ask.

“An alien.” Sherlock says “A very very dangerous alien.”

“An alien?” Dean scoffs. “Nuhuh. Monsters I know because I deal with them daily but aliens?”

“I know it sounds crazy Dean but is it really that hard to believe?” Sam asks.

“How do we know your not pulling our legs and making fun of us for saying we hunt monsters?” I ask.

“This is murder. Its not something I joke about.”

I nod “Alright.”

“Alright.” Dean asks me surprised. “You really believe him?”

“Its not that hard to.” I say “We hunt monsters Dean. This appears no different.”

“Except they’re from space!” HE shouts “This is unbelievable.”

“I can prove it.” Sherlock says as we all walk out of the building and to the crime scene.

“How?” I ask and Sherlock looks around before the air seems almost deformed a few feet from us. A warping like sound is heard and it begins to color a darkish blue and in the form of a large box.

It fades in and out until it solidifies.

“Hello!” The door of the police box opens to show a man with a bow tie and a trench coat says happily stepping out. “Sherlock! John!” The man turns to us as a girl steps out of the box. Her hair is a dark brown and she smiles as she greets the two guys before turning to face us. “And who are you?”

“Y/N, Dean, and Sam Winchester.” John answers as we stare at the box and I snap out of it first.

“What’s your name?” I ask trying to be polite and calm though I am freaking out on the inside.

“I’m The Doctor.” The Doctor shakes my hand and proceeds to do so with Sam and Dean.

“The Doctor is his name.” Sherlock says before I can ask. I open my mouth again but he answers already. “and because it’s a predictable question.”

I shut my mouth before glaring at Sherlock. “Are you sure you’re not psychic?”

“Everyone says that.” The girl says “Even Sherlock did. I’m Clara by the way.”

“Nice to meet you too.” I say. “If you don’t mind me asking, what, you know. The box thing?”

“The TARDIS not the box thing.” The Doctor turns to face thing.

“TARDIS?” Sam asks confusedly.

“Time And Relative Dimension In Space.” Clara states proudly. “It’s The Doctors time and Space traveling machine.”

“So you’re an alien?” Dean asks Clara.

“Nope!” She says. “Well not me anyways. The Doctor is though.”

“I’m a time lord.” The Doctor says.

“These men claim to be hunters.” Sherlock turns to the Doctor “have you heard of them?”

“I may have.” The Doctor ponders. “I believe I have but I never quite was sure whether you were just a rumour or not.”

“We can prove it.” Dean says finally.

“How?” Sam whispers.

Dean smirks and I realize.

“Castiel!” WE both call and Dean shoots me a grin.

“I was called.” Castiel’s voice rings out from behind us and everyone turns to see him.

“This is Castiel.” Dean says “Angel of the Lord.”

“I like your coat.” The Doctor says.

“Your coat is very appealing as well.” Castiel says monotonly.

“He’s actually a big fluff ball.” I say to Clara as she raises her eyebrows.

“An Angel?” She asks “Like from Heaven?”

“Not like.” I say “Castiel is from Heaven.”

“Where are your wings?” She asks.

“Humans can not handle my true form so I am in a form you can comprehend.”

“Cool.” Clara says. “Well I’m Clara and that’s The Doctor and Sherlock and John.”

“Nice to meet you.” Castiel says.

“Speaking of Angels.” I say then turn to Sherlock “What about weeping Angels?”

The Doctor tenses and turns to Sherlock. “Weeping Angels?”

“Yes.” Sherlock says “When they called me down to look at the crime scene I was going to decline until I saw pictures. I had to come see for myself.”

“It’s a good thing you called me.” The Doctor says.

“Again.” Dean says “Weeping Angels?”

“A very dangerous alien race.” The Doctor says.
“So we’ve heard.” Dean mutters.

“That still doesn’t explain what it is.” Dean says.

“They disguise themselves as statues and whenever no one is looking they may move. That’s how they hide.”

“So they can also mess with footage I’m guessing?” Sam asks.

“Yes.” The Doctor says “If you so much as blink they can move.”

“They can mess with lighting, footage, anything that can help you see them.” Clara says “They’re dangerous.

“Well how do you kill one?” Dean asks.

“You cant.” The Doctor says.

“Of coarse you can.” Dean says “Anything with a pulse can be killed.”

“I don’t think it has a pulse.” Clara says. “We don’t really get close enough to find out.”

“Nor do we want to.” The Doctor says.

“Alright.” Sam says “Well it looks like we have to come up with a plan.”

“First we need to determine why they are doing this.” Sherlock says.

“Normally they are passed as murders here on earth. They aren’t normally noticed and blame it on something they understand.”

We nod. “We get that.” Sam says.

“But when they start showing up like this, which is rare, its like they’re planning something.”

“Have they before?” I ask hesitantly.

“They move to survive and spread. They will just keeping doing this until we can stop them.”

“Well it seems to only be happening in this town so far.” Sam says “So we know they haven’t spread much yet. Its busy during the day so they cant really move.”

“But at night…well…” I trail off “It gets really quiet.”

“Looks like we’ve got some work to do.” Sherlock says and we nod.

I turn to Castiel “you in?”

“Of coarse.” Castiel says.

“Alright.” I say clapping my hands together “Lets kick some statue ass.”



Sooooooooo I really hope you liked it!

Obviously there is going to be more! As mentioned before plus how could I just stop it there!

I’m really proud of this (and it totals to about nine and a half pages so woohoo!!) and I cant wait to write more.

Also thank you for almost 50 followers! I’m super happy and excited!

I also just wanted to mention that part of the reason I’m writing this (Besides knowing these guys have got to have stories together hence why I created this blog!!) is because I don’t think there are enough SUPERWHOLOCK stories!! So if yall write superwholock let me know!


write to you next time


Angry God

Context: So, there is a entity within a game that I am involved in with a group of friends, and within such a session there is an all powerful entity that is sort of like an escort to my character. They are respectful toward what the DM decides to do, but overall no-one at the table has any real control over them. I’m even just a mouthpiece for the being to impart their words toward other characters and players. They are pretty much an ‘All Powerful Being’ that was there to help my character along to reach their end-goal. However, I wasn’t expecting for the being in question (Let’s call them ‘Sam’ to make things simple) to end up becoming an enemy of the actual DM. This has led to some VERY interesting conversations between the two like the following:

DM (OOC): “I’m going to have to say that Sam cannot disintegrate the cyclops.”

Me (SAM): “I swear to the Highest, I’m going to murder you.”

DM (OOC): “… Wait, is Sam threatening the cyclops?”

Me (SAM): “No. I’m telling you RIGHT NOW, [ DM’s Name ]. When I get to your universe, I’m going to erase you from existence, and trust me when I say that NO-ONE WILL REMEMBER YOU.”

i just realized that both cap movies have steve waking up in a hospital bed right before the end and the complete and utter difference in what follows just makes me so emotional.

because the first time, steve is physically okay but emotionally, what follows is crushing. he’s in the middle of times square, one of the busiest places in the world, and discovering that he’s completely alone. his world is gone, the city he grew up in hopelessly unfamilar, and all the connections that had carried him through the war and losing bucky are gone.

and then in winter soldier, he’s in the hospital once more. this time he’s not okay physically, but sam (and his ipod) are there and steve isn’t alone. he’s experienced tremendous loss and the structures around which a lot of his modern life seems to be organized have collapsed, but this is nothing like the last time. steve has sam. he has natasha. he has the very sort of connections he lost at the end of the first avenger. and this is what makes the biggest tonal difference. even with the pain of bucky, i left winter soldier feeling hopeful and i think this is why. because this may be a brave new world, but it’s one steve is prepared to handle. he’s not alone anymore and he knows it.


Sam x Reader

Summary: You date another guy, but your best friend Sam may have some unspoken feelings toward you,

Warnings: Mentions dating abuse, cursing, and a descriptive fight scene. If any of these trigger you, please read at your own discretion. 

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“Sam! Sam! Guess what?”. you squeal, running up to your much taller friend.

Sam looks at you confused. “What?”

“Who has two thumbs, and just got asked out on a date? This girl!”, you laugh, pointing your thumbs up and joyfully dancing.

Sam’s heart cracks a little, but he forces a smile. “That’s great, Y/N.”

“My date is in a couple days with Jeremy, you know, that guy who I introduced you to a while ago?”

He almost snarls at the name. Sure, Jeremy was attractive, but he was a jerk sometimes. Sam was your best friend, and he didn’t want to see you get your heart broken by a stud like Jeremy. 

Not only that, but Sam had been concealing his romantic feelings towards you since the first time you met. What’s not to like? You’re funny, kind, and overall amazing. You and Sam had gotten so close so quickly, he was afraid of risking his relationship with you. You simply meant too much to him.

The date approaches sooner than Sam would like. He helped you pick out your outfit- a flowing red dress and nice flats- and also helped do your hair and makeup because, hell, that’s what friends are for. 

“You look beautiful, Y/N. Stunning”, Sam genuinely compliments, putting on a real smile until he remembers this isn’t for him.

“Thanks, Sammy”, you return his smile, and you lose yourself in his eyes for a moment. 

That is, until an annoying honk fills the room. 

“That must be him. I’ll see you later”, you gleefully say. “Thanks again.” You press a lingering kiss to his cheek before skipping off to Jeremy’s car. 

Sam touches the spot where your soft lips touched his skin. It’s on fire, and he can’t help but let out a soft sigh of content. 

He slumps on the couch, trying to calm his beating heart. Maybe, the date wouldn’t go as planned and you would forget about this Jeremy guy. Maybe, Sam would get more time to tell you how he feels.

Sam didn’t get that time.

The date turned out great, and you were excited when Jeremy asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted, of course, with a smile.

Two loud sounds of laughter fill the space, causing Sam’s eye to twitch. You had only been dating Jeremy for a couple weeks, and you displayed a lot of PDA, making Sam’s blood boil.

“Jeremy! That tickles”, you giggle out, trying to push his fingers away.

“Hmm? Too bad.” He tickles you faster, making you squeal in laughter. He tickles you a bit longer before stopping and pressing a passionate kiss on your lips.

Yeah, you’ve two have kissed before, but you’ve never felt a “spark”. 

You shrug it off and kiss him back. He immediately gropes your butt, making you gasp. You break the kiss and push his hand off.

“Sorry. Not comfortable with that yet”, you murmur out, slightly backing away from him. 

Jeremy’s eyes turn into slits. “I was just touching my girlfriend. Girlfriends do that, you know?”

You push yourself to your feet and step away from him. “I don’t want to do that, Jeremy.”

He looks furious now, striding towards you. “Listen here, you bitch-”

A loud ‘smack’ echoes through the room as a fist collides with Jeremy’s nose, blood spilling out of his nostrils.

“Don’t you ever call her that again”, Sam growls out, punching him again hard in the face.

“And don’t you ever force her to do anything she doesn’t want.” Sam swiftly kicks his ribs, making a cracking sound.

“If you touch her again, I’ll kill you.” Sam finishes off with a knee to the chin, letting Jeremy fall to the ground.

You stand there shocked as you see Jeremy bloody and beaten on the ground. If Sam hadn’t been there, that could have been you.

Sam pulls Jeremy up. “Get out, and don’t come back”, he growls, pushing him to the door, where Jeremy stumbles outside.

He turns to face you, immediately running over to check for injuries. “Shit, Y/N, did he hurt you?”

You nod ‘no’, tears beginning to spill from your eyes. Sam wraps you in a warm hug, and you have to admit, you’ve never felt safer before than in his arms. He allows you to cry in his chest, and he rubs his large hands on your back, trying to calm you down.

Once your sobbing turns to sniffles, you look up at Sam. “Thank you, Sammy”, you whisper, still secured in his arms.

Sam places a soft kiss in your hair, chin resting on you head. 

You stand in a comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence. 

“Sam?” you hesitantly ask, pulling away to look at him.


“Can I tell you something?”

Sam looks at you deeply. “Anything.”

You look down at your feet and take a deep breath. “I think I love you. I was just so afraid of losing what we had-” You’re cut off when Sam bends down and captures your lips in a soft, passionate kiss. 

His lips are softer than you imagined and they fit yours perfectly.

It’s almost like his lips were shaped to fit yours.

The kiss ends sooner than you two would like, but your oxygen deprived lungs say otherwise. 

Sam looks at you. “I love you too. I have for a long time”, he gently rubs his thumb across your cheek.

You can’t help but nuzzle into his hand. His presence made you feel safe, happy, loved. You could never get old of it.

Smiling, you reach towards Sam’s broad neck and pull him down to your level, molding your lips to his again. 

And this time, you can guarantee there’s finally sparks. 

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Sex, Rehab and Rock N’ Roll

I saw the prompt “famous musician takes an overdose, falls in love with his doctor and changes his ways” and I had to write it. Also Sam POV because of reasons. Enjoy!

Sam used to hate celebrity news.

Not out of principle, not because he found them uninteresting.

No, due to his greatest fear that one day there’d be a newsflash and the words Rockstar Dean Winchester found dead in his hotel room would flare across screens in the whole country and this was how he’d learn that he finally lost his brother for good, after the man he remembered had already vanished into the wild public life of a musician who cared little for his own life.

That was five years ago, however.

These days when there’s a headline about Dean supposedly being seen clubbing, his brother-in-law shrugs his shoulders and deadpans, “I didn’t know you could hold a four-hour Skype conversation in a club”.

“Four hours?”

“I miss him” Cas shrugs.

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Imagine: Being like the female version of Dean and you live in the bunker with the brothers. Of course Sam can’t help but tease the two of you leading Dean to confess his feelings for you. 

“Dean, why is there no more hot water?” you yell from the shower. You’ve been in there for three minutes and it’s already cold as ice. Your hair will be impossible if you don’t get the shampoo out of your hair. You clench your fists before getting under the cold water quickly washing your hair. 

“I will kill you in your sleep,” you say to Dean as you walk past him in your towel. He just smirks at you. 

“Nice ass!” he calls after you winding you up further. You get dressed and you’re still angry when you head to the kitchen. But you can’t really be angry as you open the fridge and look at the amazing piece of pie in there. 

“This is good,” you say munching away as Sam enters. He heads straight for the coffee laughing at you. 

“Is that the last piece of pie?” Dean asks pointing to the pie on your plate. You nod taking the last bite. This is your petty revenge for this morning. 

“That’s not cool,” Dean says popping open a beer. He comes to stand beside you handing you a beer as well. 

“It’s scary watching you two. It’s like you’re the same person,” Sam says watching Dean and you. You even take a sip of the beer at the same time. It’s not that it’s something the two of you think about. But you’re so alike sometimes you drive Sam insane. 

“You guys should make it official already. This is getting ridiculous,” Sam says grinning causing both you and Dean to groan. 

“Shut up,” Dean says blushing a bit. You’ve never seen Dean blush. 

“Just tell her already,” Sam says as if you’re not in the room. Tell you what? You raise an eyebrow as you make eye contact with Dean. He knows you’ll get it out of him one way or the other. 

“I may or may not have developed a small crush on you. I mean, you’re the only girl I’ve met who can eat more pie than me. You’re the best hunter I’ve ever worked with. And I may…” He mumbles the last part causing you to not hear it. 

“You may what?” you ask to give you a little time to process the information. Dean likes you. He actually likes you. For as long as you can remember you’ve tried to suppress your own feelings, because he continued to flirt with other women. But he hasn’t done that for a while now.

“I may love the sound of your laugh,” he says a bit louder. This is clearly killing him to admit. None of you have ever been the most emotional people. Sam actually chokes on his coffee and quickly removes himself from the kitchen trying to stifle his laughter.

“What if I told you I may or may not feel the same way,” you reply and in seconds Dean is holding your face in his massive hands kissing you like it’s the last thing he’ll do in this life. There’s this warm feeling in your stomach and it just feels right. 

“Then you’d make me the happiest man alive.”


see, the thing about this ‘gritty realism’ shit that i can’t stand is this:

i can take it sometimes, in the right mindset, if all that suffering has a purpose beyond just everything is terrible forever.

something has to make it worth it, both for the characters and for me.  and maybe that’s because i grew up on the lord of the rings books and movies, but it’s true.

in the movie version of the two towers, sam gamgee says to frodo:

it’s like in the great stories, mr. frodo.  the ones that really mattered.  full of darkness and danger, they were, and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy?  how could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?  

but in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow.  even darkness must pass.  a new day will come, and when it the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer.

those were the stories that stayed with you.  that meant something, even when you were too small to understand why.  but i think, mr. frodo, i do understand.  i know now.  folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t.  because they were holding onto something.”

“what have we got to hold on to, sam?”

“that there’s some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.”

and that has stuck with me since i was ten and saw the movie for the first time.  it’s honestly one of the things that i can honestly say shaped the way i look at the world, and the way i look at storytelling.

yes, you can have darkness and danger, but there has to be a reason that the characters are getting put through it.  something has to make it worth it for them to keep fighting.  

not just survival, because there’s more to life than survival, and i, as an audience, want to believe that that’s true even when times are at their darkest.  i want to believe that there are things like family and love and hope and freedom and joy, things that make the darkness worth surviving and and worth fighting.

i think a lot of dark and gritty types forget about that.  they get caught up in the darkness and pain and the aesthetic and don’t give it a soul.  they don’t give their heroes some good in this world to fight for.

we just get caught up in this grinding wheel of terrible things happening to main characters because writers think that’s How Things Are Done.

but it’s not.  at least, it doesn’t have to be.

Spit It Out - Dean x Reader

Character: Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1260 (No shame)

You and Dean had always been really close friends. But once Sam introduces you two to the idea that you might think of each other as more, well…you’ll have to read to find out.

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