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First things first...

MISHA COLLINS IS GOING TO BE ON TIMELESS PLAYING ELIOT NESS HE WAS KRIPKE’S FIRST PICK AND WE WILL GET TO SEE HIM IN ANOTHER ROLE AND HE IS FUCKING AMAZING HONESTLY IF YOU DON’T KNOW THAT I LOVE HIM BY NOW IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU IM SO HAPPY FOR MY BEAN

Second things second…

Misha is going to be playing Eliot Ness.

Destiel Shippers rise because

Someone

Loves

Eliot

Ness

Just For Tonight

Title: Just For Tonight

Summary: Dean comforts the reader after a bad day. Sweetness ensues.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 714 (I tried to drabble but apparently I can’t lol)

Warnings: Not much really. Some language, the tiniest bit of angst. Fluffy fluff.

Author’s Note: This is for my amazing twin @ravengirl94 You’re 110% awesome and I love you <3

Originally posted by winsync


You huffed out a frustrated breath, hands furiously wiping away the tears as the TV played one of those stupid show advertisements you hated so much. But, at least, the dim light of the bedroom reminded you that the day was almost over and you couldn’t be more thankful because you were so done.

The sound of footsteps pierced through your thoughts, effectively catching your attention and before you knew it Dean was in your room, eyes scanning your desk in a way that reminded you that this man, no matter how soft and tender he was with his loved ones, was, in fact, extremely dangerous hunter.

“Hey, sweetheart, have you seen my- what is- Y/N, have you been crying?”

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The Wish Spell

Summary:  You use a spell to make a wish come true with unexpected results.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, OFC Sal

Word Count: 5772

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, language, fluff, wee bit of angst, mention of past abuse

A/N:  This one is close to my heart.  I hope you like it and I’d love to hear your feedback.  MAJOR shout out to the wonderful, lovely and helpful @wheresthekillswitch for being my beta on this.  There’s no way I would have achieved what I wanted without your help.  And thank you to the fantastic @arryn-nyxx for the beautiful aesthetic!​ Thank you!


 

You didn’t mean for it to happen, not really.  You’d hoped sure, but that didn’t mean you were actually expecting it to work.  You’d been out with your friends celebrating the long weekend but the pit of loneliness grew to a crater the moment you were home.  Since you’d had a few too many beers you started researching wishes.  That led you to spells and then before you knew it you were rummaging through your house for a candle and printing out a picture.  You wrote your name, birthday and wish on the picture then you folded it three times.  You lit a candle and held the paper over it till it caught fire and burned out.  You were tired of being alone, but you were also terrified to make a connection.  After the flame went out you curled up into bed and you dreamt of him, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary; you dreamt of him often.

The next morning you wake up and as you stretch your arms out you bump into something.  You shoot up and look over and there he is sitting on your bed his green eyes looking back at you.  Dean Winchester.  He’s leaning back on his hands with his long legs out in front of him.  He’s wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and he even has his boots on.  You sit staring at him unable to think or to speak.  He purses his full lips then smirks at you.

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“Stupid Freckles” - Digital Oil Painting

This picture wanted my soul. (See what I did there? Hehe) OMG, freckles and scruff and eyelashes… this was so difficult! But I wanted to do Jensen justice and in the end, I am super happy with how this turned out. He is just stupid pretty, ugh.

This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.

Angel

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Title: Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: angst

A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips.  How could you still be alive?  You were much stronger than he thought.  He knew this was because of him.  They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.  

He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door.  He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options.  He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door.  At least Castiel was an angel and not a human.  He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.  

“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard.  His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him.  “Is that [Y/N]?”  It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body.  He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.

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supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters

  • “ come on, man, is it much further? i’m cold.”
  • “ how did you find this place anyway?”
  • “ oh, i am so not going in there.”
  • “ we came all the way out here, might as well check it out.”
  • “ let’s just hurry this up and get back to the car, alright?”
  • “ want me to hold your hand?”
  • “ ew. shut up, you loser!”
  • “ ooh, look, it’s the evil root cellar. where satan cans all his vegetables.”
  • “ get your candy-ass down here and see for yourself.”
  • “ i don’t see anything scary. do you?”
  • “ what? what is it?”
  • “ ha-ha. very funny.”
  • “ not a lot of scenery here. kind of gotta make your own.”
  • “ we’re not kids anymore.”
  • “ we’re not gonna start that crap up again.”
  • “ that prank stuff. it’s stupid and it always escalates.”
  • “ what’s the matter? you afraid you’re gonna get a little nair in your shampoo again, huh?”
  • “ all right. just remember you started it.”
  • “ most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter.”
  • “ there’s no harm checking this thing out.”
  • “ it was the scariest thing i saw in my whole life, i swear to god.”
  • “ i think it was blood.”
  • “ i had my eyes closed the whole time.”
  • “ rumor has it you might know about one.”
  • “ i didn’t think there was anything to the story.”
  • “ i don’t know what the hell to think, man…”
  • “ this was not a prank. i swear to god, i don’t wanna go anywhere near that house ever again.”
  • “ that’s exactly why you never get laid.”
  • “ hey, what about this one? you seen this one before?”
  • “ what are you doing here?”
  • “ what the hell are YOU doing here?”
  • “ i belong here. i’m a professional.”
  • “ oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
  • “ and i know who you are too… an amateur.”
  • “ so if you don’t mind. i’m trying to conduct a serious, scientific investigation here.”
  • “ huh. so, have you ever really seen a ghost before, or…?”
  • “ dude, come on, man. we did our digging. this one’s a bust.”
  • “ i say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals.”
  • “ that’s all you got? it’s weak. that is bush league.”
  • “ why do i have to go in there?”
  • “ i’ll take the homicidal ghost, thanks.”
  • “ would you ever take that dare?”
  • “ hello? is anybody there?”
  • “ i think maybe we missed something.”
  • “ i don’t believe it.”
  • “ i got an idea.”
  • “ who you gonna call?”
  • “ come on, we don’t have much time.”
  • “ i dare you to take a swig of this.”
  • “ what the hell would i do that for?”
  • “ i double dare you.”
  • “ i hate rats.”
  • “ you rather it was a ghost?”
  • “ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?”
  • “ maybe we should just go.”
  • “ sweet lord of the rings…”
  • “ it’s bugging the hell outta me.”
  • “ this whole damn job’s bugging me.”
  • “ that explains why it went after you, but why me?”
  • “ i thought it was funny at first, but… now that girl/guy is dead.”
  • “ it was just a joke. you know, i mean - none of it was real. we made the whole thing up. i swear.”
  • “ hey, where were you?”
  • “ hey, why don’t you get dressed? i wanna go grab something to eat.”
  • “ dude, what’s your problem?”
  • “ people believe in santa claus. how come i’m not getting hooked up every christmas?”
  • “ because you’re a bad person.”
  • “ how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”
  • “ man, i think i’m allergic to our soap or something.”
  • “ you did this? you’re a frigging jerk.”
  • “ no, no, no. NO, forget it. forget it! i’m not going back in there again.”
  • “ i know, but i’ve never actually seen a real ghost before. like, a real ghost! like, an apparition!”
  • “W.W.B.D. what would buffy do? huh?”
  • “ oh, look at that. action figures in their original packaging. what a shock.”
  • “ why should i trust you?”
  • “ well, i have an obligation to kick your little ass right now.”
  • “ slow your roll, buddy. they’re gonna know we’re excited.”
  • “ if you pull that string one more time, i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ come on, man. you need more laughter in your life.”
  • “ you know, you’re way too tense.”
  • “ you didn’t.”
  • “ i barely have any skin left on my palm.”
  • “ what the hell are you trying to do? get yourself killed?”
  • “ so these - these guns don’t work?”
  • “ come and get it you ugly son of a bitch.”
  • “ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?”
  • “ it’s fast and dirty, but it works.”
  • “ little lingo for ya.”
  • “ anywho, excuse me. i’m off to la-la-land.”
  • “ well, congratulations, that sounds really great.”
  • “ oh, yeah, luck, it’s got nothing to do with it. it’s about talent. you know, sheer, unabashed talent.”
  • “ i’m the one who put a dead fish in their backseat.”
  • “ truce?”
  • “ yeah, truce. at least for the next hundred miles.”
A Hard Day’s Night: Part 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt:  Castiel, bothered by his friends because he never even kissed someone, decides he can’t handle the nagging anymore and does something he thought he’d never do.

Tags: student!cas, escort!dean, angst, bit of fluff

Words: 1934

A/N: Feedback is very much appreciated still! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist.

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Fireball

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, mentions of Dean and Castiel

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (Oral on female, reference to Oral on male), drinking, a tiny bit of Dom!Sam

Words: 1,001

Author’s Note: So I wrote this thing after taking a real shot of Fireball, or three, then waited a day and corrected errors. So whatever happens in this, it what I wrote while a little more than slightly buzzed! This is for @winchester-writes Birthday Drinking Challenge! So congrats on being legal!! :D My prompts were Fireball Whiskey and “He did it! This time, I swear, it wasn’t me!”

“He did it! I swear, this time, it wasn’t me!!” I call out as the bunker door opens, revealing the younger Winchester. A look of confusion crosses his features before his hazel eye land on the bottle of Fireball Whiskey on the table. My outcry was an attempt at defending myself against Dean leaving a bottle of Fireball with me as he left for a hunt with Cas.

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This is for @ellen-reincarnated1967! I hope you like it, sweetheart! She asked for the prompt: “I can’t lose you too.”


Your head hurt from too much crying. You felt like it was going to explode and you closed your eyes, running a tired hand over your swollen eyes. It had been a long night. Too much had been going on and you didn’t know if you could take it another second longer.

The sudden soft melodic tune of your cellphone ripped you from your dark thoughts and you looked down at your screen, your heart clenching at the name. 

With a shaky sigh, you slid the green button to the side, answering the call. “Sam,” you breathed, your bottom lip trembling as a new wave of tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “I told you not to call me.”

“And I told you that you were being ridiculous,” he said, his voice gruff with barely controlled emotion. “Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

You shook your head. “No don’t,” you pleaded, the tears finally sliding down your cheeks. “You can’t come to me. I’m…I’m a lost cause…I’m not capable of being with you when I can’t even handle myself…”

“I call bullshit,” he gritted through the phone. “You mean so damn much to me, Y/N. If you think, for one second, that I’m going to let you walk out on this family, you don’t know me at all.” He sighed heavily. “I love you, Y/N. We’ve lost so many people along the way and you managed to stay with me through it all and I…I can’t lose you, too.” 

You let out a shaky sigh. He was right. You had stuck with him through thick and thin. You watched Dean get ripped to shreds by Hellhounds. You watched Ellen and Jo die. You watched Bobby take his last breath. And you never ran for the hills. Instead, you stayed and comforted both brothers, especially Sam. You loved him so much. The thought of ending it all and never seeing him again scared you all of a sudden.

“But what if I’m not strong enough?” you asked in a voice barely above a whisper. You were sure Sam didn’t hear you, but he did.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, exhaling loudly at finally being able to get through to you. “But in order for us to do that together, you gotta tell me where you are.”

You licked your lips. “I’m at a motel a few minutes out of San Jacinto.”

“Okay. I’m coming.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

You held your breath. “I love you, too.”


Roses On Your Neck

Parring: Dean Winchester X Reader

Word: 1419

Warnings: nope

Summary: Soulmate!Au idea by @amoux-da-wolf, changed a bit. You get flowers where your soulmate gets injured

A/N: I love Soulmate!Au, let me know what you think!

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

Most people got scared and worried when flowers appeared on their body. They became worried when a violet showed up on their check, or called their loved ones when a dandelion appeared on their check.

The first time you had gotten a flower you were barely three years. A small marigold had appeared on your knee, and you had hurried inside to your parents, amazed by the yellow flower. However, as soon as they had explained why it appeared, you became terrified. What had happened to your soulmate? Were they okay?

After you told your parents off your thoughts, they only smiled. They assured you that the person probably just had fallen and scratched their knee. You had smiled nervous, before running off to show your knee to your friend.

Flowers started to appear a lot over the years. When you were only five years old, your ankle was covered in lilies, causing your parents to look worried at each other. They told you not to worry about it, but didn’t let you wear shorts or dresses without socks that covered your ankle.

A month after you had turned nine a big orchid covered your left arms. Your parents reached out to touch it, expressing their worries for your soulmate. When you were alone that night, you had trailed your fingers over the purple flower, wondering what had caused it, and if your soulmate had people taking care of him like you had. 

At fifteen you started covering up the flowers. You did not show your parents the lotus on your waist, you did not show your friends the magnolia that were hidden by your hair on your neck, and you did not show your doctor the daffodil on your lower back when he asked if you had any flowers. They became something private, something you would let your fingers gaze over late nights, something for you and your soulmate only.

Sometimes it was hard to hide. An iris had once appeared on your cheek while you were at work. Your co-workers had gasped, careful told you about the flower, and you had hidden your face for the rest of the week. Once you had taken a whole week off, because of the gypsophila covering your face. Your friends had laughed at you for wearing long sleeved on a summer day, but none of them knew it was to cover up the big gerbera on your shoulder.

All your flowers disappeared, some after a few days, some after a month, all except one. On your chest was a white daisy. It had appeared a long time ago, and had never left. You had more than one time wondered what had caused it, and if your soulmate had ever recovered from it.

It was the first time you were happy to see a flower show up. A small azalea had appeared on your forearm, and it was the first one since the daisy. Probably only a cut, but it had been the first time you bad been able to breath freely in weeks. It was fun, how knowing your soulmate was hurt could cause so much happiness. The azalea faded, but the daisy stayed.

You got use to see the flower every time you took your shirt off. It had haunted you once, but it became a part of you as much as the scar was a part of your soulmate.

Then you meet the Winchesters.

 

“FBI”

You had opened the door after you heard three knocks, and now you faced two men at your age. They were both taller than you, dressed in nice suits and holding their ID.

“Can we come in? “one of them asked, and you nodded, opening your door. Two weeks ago, your friend and roommate had disappeared, and a few days ago her body had been found dead.

“can I get you something? “you asked as you had showed them to your kitchen, gesturing for them to take a seat at the table.

“No thank you, it will not take long” the taller one said, and you nodded as you sat down on the other site of the table.

“I guess this is about Moira” you said, looking down at the table. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the men nod, and you took a deep breath before starting to tell the story.

 

You never really got over the fact that supernatural creatures existed. Even though the men told you their story you had a hard time accepting it. It raised so many questions in your head, questions the eldest did not have anything against answering.

“And what is this exactly then? “you asked, silently thanking the man for being patient with you.

“Well, we believe it is vampires” Dean Winchester asked. He sat on the chair he had sat on a few days earlier when you first meet him. In the chair beside him sat his brother with his computer open.

“And what? They’re coming for me? “you asked, as you started to peel some potatoes. You had asked if the brothers wanted dinner, which they had said yes to.

“We can only guess, but if they know you saw them that night, yes” the man at your table said. You stopped, thinking about what Dean had said.

“don’t worry, we got it under control! “The younger rushed in, obviously understanding how scared you suddenly had become.

“Yeah, we are professionals” Dean said, flashing you a smile.

 

You had not been yourself since that day. Not that anyone noticed, you hadn’t really seen anyone. You couldn’t bear having people look at you like they felt bad for you. They did not know how you felt, heck, a lot hadn’t even known Moira! The only one you saw were the Winchesters, and that was only a late night where they would capture the vampire.

They told you to lock yourself in your room, and not go out unless one of them said that you could. And so, you did. You sat on your bed as time passed and your palms became sweaty. You waited to hear something, from a fight, a sign you could come out, anything, except the hiss from your window.

You turned your head as soon as you heard the noise, widening your eyes, and screamed. Outside you could hear the boys starting to yell at you, running towards the door, except it was locked. You could hear them banging as the vampire ran towards you, grabbing your arm with such a force it surely would leave a bruise.

It was then the monster was ripped off you, and you looked up to see Dean struggling with him, before Sam swung a blade, separating his head from his body.

You stared terrified on the head on your floor, before looking up on the boys in front of you.

 

Sam and Dean had planned to leave the very same night, so when they had calmed you down, it was time for a goodbye.

“Thank you” you said, as they stood outside your door as they had done a week earlier. Behind them was their car, surely packed with all sorts of things you would never be able to guess.

“Ey, it’s what we do, right? “Dean said with a smile, and you nodded, before frowning.

“Are you okay? “you asked, referring to the blood on his neck.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it” he said, and you were able to manage a smile. You hugged both boys, before they wished you luck, and left.

 

You took a deep breath as you walked through your house. The boys had taken care of the body, so you had no problem with that. Your plan was to go take a shower, and finally get a good night’s rest.

When you stood in front of the mirror, you finally got a good look at yourself. You skin had become pale, and dark circles were painted under your eyes. You looked sick. Then your eyes felt on your neck.

On the left side were a stem with two, small roses on. You raised your hand, letting your fingers touch the flower.

You left the bathroom in a rush, not caring about the cold outside or anything else for that matter. The only thing on your mind was the rose. As you opened the door you ran outside of your house, looking down the road. In the distance, you could see a car driving away.

Can’t Take Her Anywhere

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is one of my 600 Follower Celebration Requests! I really hope you all like this. It was requested anonymously with the song “Can’t Take Her Anywhere” by Dylan Scott. This is written in Jensen’s point of view and we’re going to say that Danneel is happy with someone else. A huge thank you to @carasauruswrex for proof-reading this at the last minute for me! You are awesome. :)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mild Violence, Language, Tiniest bit of Angst?

Word Count: 1,400-ish

Song Inspirations: “Can’t Take Her Anywhere” by Dylan Scott

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Tonight was a big night and we were all excited. Jared and I were opening another bar together. This time, the bar would be located in Vancouver, BC and we figured it was only right because we had spent so much of our life in this city, getting to know the people and places. We fell in love with this place hard and fast and we thought of this as being our homage to the city we love. With Supernatural ending after this season, we only thought it was right to leave our mark here before we went home for the last time.

“You ready, man?” Jared smiled at me as he straightened his shirt and I smiled and nodded, then held up my finger to say ‘one second’. “Ah, yes, the wife. I’ll just be here.”

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jimon + jace doting over his bf and panicking when simons sick with the smallest cold ever

asdfghjkl jace is so extra

Jace knows something’s up as soon as he walks into the Institute. Alec is leaning against a table, waiting for him, trying incredibly hard to look casual, which he could probably achieve if he didn’t look like he’d just swallowed a lemon. 

“What’s wrong.” Jace demands as soon as he draws close. 

“Hey, Jace.” Alec responds neutrally. “How was your mission?” 

“Fine.” Jace says shortly. “Now tell me what’s wrong.” 

“Nothing’s wrong, why would anything be wrong, things are going fine?” Alec says rapidly, his tone getting higher towards the end. Jace blinks. 

“It’s like you think if you speak fast enough, I just won’t hear any of it.” 

“That’s not true.” Alec protests. “Look, it’s no big deal, you wanna spar? Go a few rounds with staffs, and then switch to blades?” Jace squints at him; the request seems natural enough, and he’s not averse to hanging out with Alec a little. Maybe Alec was talking to Magnus before Jace walked in; the man usually leaves Alec out of it. It’s adorable.

“Sure.” Jace says, finally relaxing. “Let me go drop my stuff off in my room and change into something more comfortable. Simon’s still asleep in my room, I think; I’ll wake him up and then join you, so - “

“NO.” 

Jace pauses from where he’s halfway turned towards a corridor, pivoting back slowly to stare at Alec, who’s looking panicked now. 

“I mean, come on Jace, I haven’t seen you in so long - “

“You mean in two hours - “

“ - why don’t we hang out right now, in another room - “

“Mm-hm.” Jace says, frowning, turning his back on Alec and making his way to his room. “You’re hiding something from me.” He yells over his shoulder, and he hears Alec’s exasperated sigh fade away. So there’s something in his room they don’t want him to see, and he’s pretty sure the only thing in his room is Simon. Did Simon break something? It wouldn’t be the first time, Jace thinks, amused. Supernatural speed translates into supernatural clumsiness as well, which is cute and all but sort of deadly for all of Jace’s breakable possessions. 

“Jace!” Izzy says, appearing in front of him. Jace startles back, blinking, before he straightens up and looks at her. “Hey, why don’t you come to my room for a bit? I need some advice.” 

“Advice” He repeats flatly. “With what?” 

“…fashion.” Izzy says confidently. “You are the resident expert in leather jackets, aren’t you?”

“Sure.” Jace responds pleasantly. “I’ll just go to my room and change first - “

“No, why don’t we go straight to my room - “

“Yeah, not happening.” Jace shakes his head, smiling despite himself. “Alec already pulled this song and dance. Come on, whatever it is, I’m sure it isn’t that bad. Let me go to my room.” 

Izzy sighs, stepping aside and shaking her head. “Just try not to overreact, okay? It’s really not a big deal. It’s under control.” 

“I don’t overreact that much.” Jace says, indignant, as he reaches his room. “I’m sure you’re all misreading the situation. And me.” 

He pushes the door open and walks through, freezing at the sight that greets him. Simon is curled into a ball in his sheets, his face blotchy and red. His boyfriend looks feverishly sick, sweat mingling with the bloody tears leaking out of his eyes. Clary is sitting in a chair besides him, pressing a damp washcloth to his forehead, and Simon is making these pitiful little groans that stop as soon as he sees Jace. 

“I told you to keep him away!” Simon moans, at the same time that Jace bellows “MY BOYFRIEND IS DYING?”

Oh yeah,” Izzy mutters quietly, “we sure did misread this situation. You’re not overreacting at all.” 

Jace ignores her and stalks over to the bed, falling to his knees and pressing his hands against Simon’s cheeks. Simon sighs. 

“I’ll be fine in like twenty minutes.” He mutters. 

“He really will be.” Clary chimes in. “It was just a batch of tainted blood, his body’s already healing itself.” 

“You look miserable. You can’t keep something like this from me, you - fuck, you’re burning up. What can I get you? Magnus, we should call Magnus. He’ll know what to do. Maybe Catarina? She can help, right? And Raphael and the rest of the clan. They probably have a few ideas too. And - “

“Stop.” Simon wails. “I don’t need a goddamn army for a tiny cold that will be gone in eighteen minutes now.”

“Twenty minutes.” Clary says, exasperated. “That’s all they needed to delay you for.” Jace ignores her, his gaze roaming over the rest of Simon’s body. He’s under a huge pile of blankets, his hair in disarray and the faint imprint of pillow marks across half of his forehead. The feverish sweat is reducing, but Jace thumbs over a bloody tear leaking out of Simon’s eye and bites his lip. What if he doesn’t get better, what if it gets worse, what if something unimaginable and horrifying happens to Simon and he never gets to see that pretty smile again, what if he doesn’t get to grow old with this man - 

“Breathe, Jace.” Simon says calmly, his hand reaching up to cover Jace’s, and Jace startles out of his thought, taking a deep breath. Simon looks carefully at him, and then struggles into an upright position. 

“Can you guys give Jace and me a moment?” Simon asks, and Jace is distantly aware of Clary and Izzy filing out. 

“I’m not good at this.” Jace mutters once the girls have left, finally letting his hands drop to Simon’s waist. Simon laughs. 

“Yeah, no shit.” He grins. “I think you forget that I’m basically immortal.” 

“That doesn’t make you immune to getting hurt.” Jace argues mulishly. Simon shakes his head, another snicker escaping him, and tugs at Jace’s shoulders. 

“C’mere.” He murmurs, something softer in his voice, and Jace goes willingly, rising up and letting Simon rearrange them until Jace is sitting in between Simon’s legs, Simon’s back against the headrest. They’re pressed close together, and it soothes something in Jace to have his knees pressed against either side of Simon and broad hands wrapped around his back, anchoring him. 

“I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.” Simon says, and Jace closes his eyes and clutches Simon closer, his fingers digging hard into Simon’s hips. 

“You sure?” he asks, his voice low and worried. “I can bring you extra blood, or take you to someone if you don’t heal fast enough - “

Jace.” Simon says firmly. “I’ve stopped sweating and my head is clearing up. I’m a vampire, and you have to let me be one.” 

“Alright.” Jace exhales slowly, nodding, and Simon beams at him. “I might - a little - I mean, I know that maybe I…can come on a little too strongly about this.” His boyfriend snorts at that. 

“A little.” Simon snickers. “The first time I got sick you were about to go out with a hunting party to track down the poor blood bank that I got my blood from. A hunting party. For a blood bank.”

“I stand by it.” Jace says proudly, ignoring Simon’s laughter. 

“Of course you do.” Simon shakes his head, fond. He presses a slow, gentle kiss to Jace’s lips. The soft push-pull of their mouths eases some of the tension in Jace’s shoulders, and he feels it begin to be replaced with the radiating warmth that being around Simon always brings, and with it a slow, lazy tendril of lust. “You’re a little neurotic about my health. It’s cute, in a I can’t believe my boyfriend is weirder than me way.”

“I’m not.” Jace grumbles. “I’m sensible.” 

“Sure babe.” Simon placates. “Sure.”

Endverse!Castiel Wants you to: Breathe.

Breathe in five seconds. One, Two, Three, Four, Five. Now let it out, again, five seconds. One, Two, Three, Four, Five. 

Calm down. I know everything feels so very fucked up right now, and it may well be, but you need to breathe. Cry if you need to, scream if you need to, but breathe.

 In, One, Two, Three, Four, Five. 

Out, One Two, Three, Four, Five. 

No, I don’t want you to ignore your feelings, but I’ve learned that through breathing and meditation, you can see why you feel the way you do. Keep breathing. What made you feel sad? Is it a fleeting issue, or is it permanent? Why are you angry? Did that asshole cut you off in traffic? Breathe. Flick him off as you pass and breathe. 

Allowing one moment to spoil your next moment is a waste of the day. So breathe through your frustration, soon this problem will seem obsolete. Eventually, if not now, you’ll be ok. 

Everyone’s always making fun of Light screaming when he sees Ryuk to then claim he isn’t surprised (and I do, too), but what’s important to understand here is that there is a difference between being startled and not expecting an arrival.

Like, you can be waiting for someone and still jump when they show up behind you without you hearing them coming. Are you surprised they’re there? No. Did their arrival scare you for a second? Yes.

Light was waiting for a supernatural entity to come and reclaim the notebook. This does not mean he is immune to being jumpscared by a big fat monster appearing in his vision without warning. It’s akin to waiting for the scare in a Haunted House - you know it’s coming, but it still gets you.

Light is not claiming he didn’t jump at Ryuk’s arrival. He is stating the fact that he expected a supernatural being would appear generally.

Castiel’s endgame in the Carver era

I saw a wonderful gif set by @supernaturalapocalypse and I couldn’t help the need to write something about it.

In meta I’ve written before, I’ve been saying that Cas’ endgame has been questioned at least since 9x06. However, the gif set I’m talking about shows clearly that Castiel’s endgame has been foreshadowed since season 8. It’s incredibly obvious that all the Carver era has done is put Cas in a position where it’s crystal clear for the audience what Cas’ choice will be in the end, no matter what. 

It is totally true that Castiel has been choosing Dean since season 4. The first time he did it was in 4x18 (The Monster at the End of This Book). He finally rebelled against Heaven in 4x22 and spent all season 5 defying Heaven because of Dean. The problem is that when the Apocalypse was finally over, the obvious choice for Cas was to go back to Heaven. Nobody could question that endgame for him, so that’s exactly what he did.

In season 6, Cas did everything to stop Raphael from restarting the Apocalypse. He ended up being “god” and went back to Heaven to teach Raphael’s followers a lesson. When he tried to return the souls to Purgatory, the only thing we knew about him was that he wanted to redeem himself, but the Leviathan took control over him and we lost Cas for most of season 7. When he came back and remembered who he was, all he could do was take Sam’s pain to fix at least a little of what he had done. He became what we call “crazy!Cas”, whose motto was “I don’t fight anymore”, except for when he learned that Dean was going to risk his life to clean up Cas’ mess. He ended up in Purgatory with Dean, and from season 8 we learned that Cas wanted to stay in Purgatory to do penance. He felt guilty for everything he had done, and he didn’t think he deserved to be saved.

Castiel, angel of the Lord, went from being a character who belonged in Heaven and turned into a character who didn’t know where exactly he belonged anymore. If you’re a writer, how can you take this character and make him want to stay on Earth? In season 5, Cas’ obvious endgame was going back to Heaven. Is that what Carver wants for Castiel? The answer is NOT AT ALL.

When Carver became the showrunner in season 8, Castiel was unwillingly rescued from Purgatory and became Naomi’s puppet. He was mind-controlled most of the season, but when he had to follow orders and kill Dean, he was given a choice: “You have to choose, Castiel. Us or them?” That was the first time TPTB asked an important question for Cas’ endgame. Cas chose “THEM” (and by “them”, I mean Dean), but when Dean asked Cas “what broke the connection” between Cas and Naomi, Castiel said he didn’t know because, honestly, he had no freaking clue.

Cas fled because once he was himself, he didn’t know where he belonged. Dean was pissed because Cas didn’t stay, because Cas didn’t trust him and ran away with the angel tablet, but what Dean didn’t understand was that it was complicated for Cas. Metatron took advantage of Castiel’s confusion and manipulated him as well. In the season 8 finale, Cas was given another choice. He was going to “close the gates of Heaven” (or at least that’s what he thought), and Dean asked him if he was sure because if he did that, he was going to close the door behind himself and wouldn’t be able to return to Earth. What was Castiel’s answer? He seemed determined. He thought that was the right thing to do, so Dean said it was time for E.T. to go home since they still thought that Castiel’s home was Heaven. In other words, Castiel’s endgame was still to go back to Heaven, at least in Cas’ mind, but not in Jeremy Carver’s mind.

In season 9, Cas became human.  In the season 8 finale, he was even told by Metatron to get a wife and have babies, so Cas was given a different option for an endgame. And guess what? The first thing we saw in season 9 was Cas telling his sister that there might be something even better than Heaven’s order and purpose, down here, on Earth. Castiel looked happy in 9x03 when he was in the Bunker even though he was human. He became miserable when he was left alone in a human life he didn’t understand. He was obviously affected by the fact that the people he considered his friends turned their backs on him. Dean kicked him out when Cas needed him the most. That’s why he was pissed at Dean in 9x06. However, in that episode, Cas was directly questioned for the first time in a more obvious way: “But as what, Castiel. As an angel or a man?” In season 8, Naomi told Cas to choose between “us” = heaven or “them” = humanity. In season 9, Cas was clearly given the options he had: ANGEL OR MAN? Did he answer the question? No, he didn’t because we’ll see the answer to that when Supernatural ends, but that doesn’t mean the Show cannot foreshadow the answer we’ll get.

The first foreshadowing was in 9x22 when Josiah told Cas, “You play at being noble. You play at being one of us. But I look into your eyes… And I don’t see an angel staring back at me.” Cas’ options are to be a man or to be an angel. What is Cas if his own brothers cannot see an angel in him? What is he if they tell him he plays at being one of them? So Castiel’s endgame has suddenly changed. He doesn’t belong in Heaven anymore, but WHY?

The same episode (9x22) gave us the answer in Metatron’s voice: “His true weakness is revealed. He’s in love… with humanity.” That was the episode where Hannah told Cas that the angels gave him their trust. Her words were simple: “Don’t lose it over one man.” ONE MAN. Not Humanity. She was talking about Dean. She wanted Castiel to punish Dean, to kill Dean. But Cas couldn’t. Castiel’s endgame has totally changed because he’s in love. Dean himself told Cas, in the same episode: “You just gave up an entire army for one guy.” The writers didn’t give a clear “he’s in love with Dean” because it was not the right time for the audience yet (there were more seasons to come and we’re talking about the endgame here), but the subtext was there and it was painfully obvious for everybody who has already taken their heteronormative goggles off.

Besides, in 9x23 we got some more confirmation thanks to Metatron’s words:“And the Angel tablet – arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe – is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that’s right – to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?” Perhaps Metatron didn’t literally say that Cas was in love with Dean, but he said that Cas’ only goal was to save Dean no matter how much he pretended to be Team Heaven. Metatron knew that Cas’ choices were not because of humanity or because of Dean and Sam. IT WAS ALL ABOUT SAVING ONE HUMAN. So, please let those words sink in for a moment.

In the first episode of season 10, we got a Cas who understood that even though being human was painful and could lead to chaos, “not all bad comes from it.” He mentioned art, love, hope, dreams. All of those “human things” as Hannah herself told him. However, when it was Hannah showing him those kind of human things in 10x03, Cas said that emotions and feelings were dangerous temptations. At that point, the mission was everything to Cas and he saw these “dangerous temptations” like distractions that could easily occur. He wanted Hannah to understand that, but how would he know that feelings are dangerous temptations? Maybe because he has experienced those feelings? We just don’t know!

In 10x03, Cas stated two things as his “mission”: getting to Dean (turning him human again) and hunting the rogues. However, in 10x18, Metatron questioned Cas’ mission literally, just in case the audience had not been paying attention. Metatron’s words to Cas: “How many more rogue angels are there out there? And, what are you gonna do once you’re done with all that? Go back to Heaven? Please.” We, as the audience know that early in the season Cas mentioned the rogues as half of his mission. The other half was Dean, but Metatron didn’t know it. The question was valid, though. What is Cas gonna do once he’s done? Go back to Heaven? PLEAAAAASE!! It’s obvious Cas’ engame is not Heaven anymore. “So tell me, Castiel, truly, what is your mission now?”

Cas gave us his mission in 10x22 when he told Dean: “Maybe you could fight the Mark for years, maybe centuries, like Cain did, but you cannot fight it forever. And when you finally turn – and you will turn – Sam… And everyone you know, everyone you love – they could be long dead. Everyone except me.” Staying by Dean’s side is Cas’ mission. So let me ask again, what is Castiel’s endgame?

Has season 11 changed the song that’s been playing during all the Carver era? Not in the slightest! As early as episode 2 we got an angel asking Cas what he is. When Cas dared call himself an “angel of the Lord”, this is the answer he got: “That so? ‘Cause, near as I can tell, when you have to choose between heaven and the Winchesters… You choose them. Every time. So, see, you’re not my brother.” Cas is like “a dog that thinks it’s people” (a reference that has been used twice around Cas so far). He’s not a human, but he tries to be like one. The problem is that Heaven is definitely not where Cas belongs anymore. That’s clear as water. Therefore, the “as an angel or a man” question should have an obvious answer. At least for us, the audience. If people still have doubts, I really don’t know what show they’ve been watching. Cas, on the other hand, still needs to find his answer because he still calls himself an angel and he still thinks he’s “a lot like people”, but that’s not good enough. It’s his ENDGAME, though. So it’s obvious he still needs more time to figure it out. Besides, how can he be certain he belongs on Earth when he’s still not sure his human family will want him?

In 11x06, Metatron made Cas realize that he was sick of being everyone’s tool, manipulated and used by even his friends. Cas’ flashbacks in the same episode showed that Cas is aware of everything he’s done for and because of Dean. He lost Hannah, probably the last angel who didn’t hate Castiel. He has lost all his family in Heaven because of Dean (since the flashbacks didn’t show Sam or Metatron or Crowley or Rowena or anybody else). Now the million dollar question for Cas is: Has it all been worth it? Can you believe the thing separating Dean and Cas this season is the uncertainty they feel toward each other? No more Gadreel, no more fading grace or Mark of Cain. Huh!  

Anywho, I’m sure one of Carver’s objectives since he took the reins of the show was to change Castiel’s endgame. To me, the journey has been pretty evident. Cas will choose to live as a man and will stay with Dean. What sort of relationship will they have? That’s the other million dollar question! But we can remember something regarding Castiel: he’s in love! Also, it wouldn’t hurt to remember that Dean has been set for a romantic interest since season 9 (as confirmed by Sam in 11x04). So… make of that what you will. ;)

Imagine Dean getting hit with a Love curse when he already has a crush on you

“DEAN!” you scream at the bright burst of light. Dean staggers a few steps, his back hitting the wall, but he manages to stay on his feet.

Sam lunges for the witch, holding a gun loaded with witch-killing bullets to her head. “What did you do to him?” he growls, low and dangerous. 

She cackles. “Oh, relax, Winchester. It’s a simple love curse. Harmless, really, I just wanted to have some fun.”

“A love curse?” You ask, your gaze flitting between the witch and Dean, who had his eyes clenched shut and was rubbing his forehead. 

“If he has even the slightest crush,” the witch explains, “he’ll be absolutely smitten–oh. Look at that. He’s in love already.” 

You follow her gaze to see Dean looking at you, his green eyes almost as bright as his smile. 

Disrespect (Supernatural fanfic post 12x23)

Dean’s in a very vulnerable place after the last few minutes of the season 12 finale. Of course someone would want to take advantage of that. (ao3)


           The glow is burned into his eyes. Castiel’s body flashing with the last of his grace, flickering like a bulb until it finally runs out of juice. Dean keeps one hand running across the ground, where his wings are traced into the dirt. The other plays with Castiel’s limp hand.

           “You stupid… selfish… son of a bitch.”

           He looks up at where the tear once was. Expecting, at any moment, for it to reappear. For his mom to come through, alive and well, ready to take him up in his arms. To whisper into his ear how everything is going to be all right even though it’s far from it.

           Dean looks back down at Cas.

           “Why’d you have to run through the portal?”

           He squeezes tight on Castiel’s fingers, tears pooling at his eyes.

           “Why’d you have to leave me?”

           In his mind, because it couldn’t possibly be true, he hears Castiel’s voice. Hears the gruff, rumbling melody explain that he was doing what he always does. Fighting for humanity… for him.

           “Why couldn’t you understand? …I never wanted someone to protect me.”

           “All my life, that’s what I’ve been. A protector. And I’m fine with that – it’s what I’m good at. Hell, I’m great at it.” A choked laugh, a watery sob. “I never wanted someone to fight my battles for me. I wanted someone to fight with. I got Sammy but… you were never like Sammy. Were never a brother.”

           Dean takes his hand from the ground and moves towards Castiel’s face, brushing shaking fingers across the cold skin.

           “And I think you knew that. Knew what I was always afraid to say… or to say back to you. I’ve never done what I should have… and I treated you wrong so many times. And yet… you stayed. You stayed through it all. Cas, you are the… were the best friend I ever had. Hell, you were more than that Cas. You… I… I love you.”

           “I love you.”

           Another echo in his mind – he knows because Cas’s lips don’t move. Not anymore.

           “God, Cas, I’d do anything to have you back. Crowley’s dead, Mom is – she’s as good as dead. And I hope it’s as quick a death as she deserves. And you… you are… I just want my family back.”

           “Do you?”

           Dean startles. He turns towards the house, where a young, blond man walks down the back steps. His eyes glow amber, and his cocky smile is a mirror image to Lucifer’s.

           “You?”

           “Me…” Jack says, giggling, “And here I thought I was only born moments ago.”

           “Exactly,” Dean whispers, “shouldn’t you be… be a…”

           “A what? A baby?” Jack cries, mimicking a regular infant. He stops and the smile falls. “You think all this power would be content wasting away in such an itty, bitty space? I’ve got things to do, people to maim and what not… but…”

           “But?”

           “I have an offer.”

           Jack is right across from him now, standing over Castiel’s body. He stares down at it with a cold, calculating stare. A smile unfurls across his face yet again.

           There’s rushed pounding, and suddenly Sam is bursting through the door.

           “Dean, whatever he says, don’t-“

           “Enough.”

           Jack snaps his fingers, and Sam flies to the side, limbs like a rag doll. Dean stands, about to rush to him, when Jack stops him.

           “He’s alive,” Jack says, “but an unnecessary third party to our conversation.”

           “Our deal.”

           “Our…?”

           “Just say what you need to say,” Dean growls, “quickly.”

           “Crowley,” one finger, “Mary,” another finger, “And… Castiel.”

           “And what do you want from me?”

           “Nothing much,” Jack says, shrugging, looking away, “All I’d want is your… soul.”

           The laugh strikes right through Dean’s core, but he doesn’t flinch. He looks down on the prone angel. Then he glances back at the open space behind him, where the rift once was, before looking back at Jack.

           “My soul?”

           “Well, not just your soul,” Jack says, walking around Castiel’s body, “I’d want you, by my side. You’ll be my right hand man, leading my troops into the thick of battle. My shield to protect me from any threat dumb enough to take a strike at me.”

           Dean doesn’t waver.

           “And if I agree… you’ll bring them back? You’d bring them all back?”

           Jack smiles. “What do I have to gain by reneging?”

           Sam stirs from his place. He pulls himself up, staggering, towards Dean and Jack.

           “Dean!” he shouts, “Think of Mom! Of Cas! Would they want you to do this?”

           Dean looks back down at Cas, and bends down to run a hand through his hair. He leans down and places a kiss on Castiel’s blue lips. Dean squeezes Cas’s hand one last time, and stands.

           “Kid,” Dean says, “you’ve got yourself a deal.”

           “NO!”

           “Perfect.”

           Jack’s eyes glow amber and he grips at Dean’s awaiting hand. Sam tries to make it to them in time, but the large flash of light blows him back. When he regains his senses, Dean and Jack are gone.

           Crowley is standing, wide-eyed and cursing.

           Mary is there, hands around her waist and looking everywhere.

           Castiel is on the ground, alive.

           “Sam!” Crowley is the first to speak, “What the bloody hell happened?”

           “J-Jack,” Sam starts, shaking, “He was-he came out… old.”

           “Old?”

           “Walking, talking, hell, he could probably order at any bar,” Sam continues, getting hysterical, “I found him in his room, huddled in the corner. He tried to get in my head, strike a deal with me but I turned him down.”

           “And Dean?” Mary asks.

           Sam looks away, jaw tight.

           “No.”

           They all turn to Castiel. He struggles to get up. “Dean wouldn’t… not even if we… if I…”

           He slips and falls onto his knees, eyes tearing up.

           “Cas,” Sam says, moving towards the angel, “He… he did. Seeing you… I don’t think he could take it.”

           “Damn you, Dean,” Cas whispers, shaking, “Why couldn’t you let me die? Let us save the world, sacrifice ourselves? Only to disrespect our wishes.”

           Castiel’s sob cuts through the thick of the night, as the group looks around each other, wondering what to do next.

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