i swear to every celestial being real or not that i will make this

The future - and it is showing us this loud and clear

This episode was amazing. After flailing and basically shouting all day I am so happy and so excited that I joined tumblr - the quality of posts today has been excellent, both humorous and inciteful and I LOVE YOU ALL :)

I hope its ok I’m going to tag a few great posts in this to reference as I don’t want to go over stuff other people have already meta-d about so excellently!

This episode, titled the future, seems to me to be Dabb basically telling us what he wants for the next part of the show, the “better way” that he wants to take it.

So here are my main bullet points that I will expand on a little below and link those excellent posts to where relevant:

A. Sam 

Sam is clearly portrayed again, recurrently as the researcher, the “brains” of the operation (before you say ‘Dean is so clever though!’ I’m just pointing out Sam’s love of the scholarly side of things and how this is where he fits). Sam’s endgame must now be to head up the MoL/hunter network in this respect.

B. Sam and Dean 

They work so well as a team here, Sam putting a tracker in Cas’s phone while he’s distracted by Dean, researching v whatever Dean was doing (maybe making a pining mixtape along the lines of “all by myself” and “I miss you” “please come home”, BUT they are shown as different people, with different interests, skills and relationships - with Cas for example, & not codependent. Again hammering this home in this episode. THANK YOU DABB, GLYNN & BERENS.


This whole episode is one big love fest. We went from one ‘wow I can’t believe they just did that!’ to the next to the next with hardly enough time for us to catch out breath! WHAT WAS THIS EPISODE?!

OK, so we have :

1. My Romeo & Juliet / Gaze up Trope Balcony Meta.

2. The Mixtape Meta, another EXPLICIT romantic trope by @drsilverfish.

3. The Dean “keep it” parallels, the first one that came to my mind was Arwen (another human+ / eternal being who decided to relinquish immortality couple):

Aragon: this belongs to you.
Arwen: keep it, it was a gift… it is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.

But also all the other ‘gift’ tropes, the standard romantic trope that when a couple breaks up you return the gifts…. I think Cas wasn’t sure he was going to be forgiven, after Dean’s outburst in the war room, so he goes to return the cassette, but Dean does forgive him nearly instantaneously, which actually makes it even worse that he has to steal the colt straight after…

5. The difference between Sastiel and Destiel again emphasised, more and more this season. I don’t think I even have to detail this, just, basically the whole episode shows this.

6. This magnificent gifset by @magnificent-winged-beast which shows the difference between Dean’s angst at actually watching the colt get destroyed and the potential killing of Cas…

Slight aside - Performing!Dean. 

This magnificent gifset that shows Dean’s facade coming down, he doesn’t even attempt to make it sound less ‘gay’ when he tells Sam that Cas came to his room, played him and took the colt from his secret hiding place under his pillow, he even looks down before he says it like he KNOWS how it is going to sound but says it anyway. 

source: @yourfavoritedirector.

And Sam doesn’t even flinch. YES THANK YOU DABB, GLYNN & BERENS!

4. SO…WHY is Dean still doing everything he did for Cas during this episode and still defending him to Sam even though he appeared pissed and Cas repeatedly betrayed him?

Well, in 12x12 Cas said “I love you”, clearly understood by Dean (and Sam to be directed at Dean). There was no real reciprocation though from Dean, other than Dean family-zoning him and Sam’s fantastic “we are doing this for you, Cas”. 

So regarding Dean, Cas is hurt and believes it isn’t reciprocated. Now Dean is pissed and still using the WE card at every turn, so what is a celestial being to do? Cas assumes this is the end, that there is no hope, he returns the mixed tape. BUT Dean says no keep it, this is NOT the end. 

Cas understands that this is therefore not the end, but it is complicated. He explains that he wanted to “come back with a win for you…. for myself”. He wants this for Dean and for himself, this is very important, everything he is doing now and in the future is NOT all about Dean, there is his own agency and morality involved here too.

For Cas, when it comes to it, he wants this reciprocation of his love of course, but right now he has bigger fish to fry and really he wants to protect Sam and Dean and save the world

Now, going back to the “what the hell is wrong with you man?” followed by an awkward silence…. and where Cas then goes to return the gift. Yes, Cas feels that he has said his piece in 12x12 and is rebuffed, but meanwhile Dean is struggling with what Cas has said and everything else that is going on. He has a lot on his plate, not only Cas but his own personal history, his deep seated issues that he is clearly working on this season (see all the performing!Dean facade crumbling meta going around), his issues around his mother, the BMoL, Lucifer, the nephilim…. I mean that is a lot for an emotionally healthy person let a lone DEAN WINCHESTER.

Dean is trying to say / show how he feels he’s just rubbish at it, but he’s getting better!

“We?” “Yes dumbass, WE.” This is his forgiveness. And it is betrayed just moments later. But does this stop him trusting Cas again? NO.

THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. For their dynamic, to show that they still do ultimately trust each other.


Oh, and I just need to add how desperate I am for Sam to turn to Dean soon and just say “No, Dean, this is between you and Cas, stop bringing me into this”. PLEASE I SWEAR I WILL BE GOOD! I mean, how repeated, consistent and out of place it was (I mean, not only to shippers, I think anyone would think it was out of place the way it was portrayed in their personal conversation in Dean’s room) - this has got to be addressed, no?!

 5. A better way

So. What does this mean moving forwards?

Well, firstly, I have moved from being 85% sure Destiel would be endgame to about 95% sure. Lets be real. This episode cements this. Whether you like it or not, it’s happening.

So, what is the better way?

Overall, it seems that Dabb wants to move things forwards. And his key points all season are Free Will, breaking from past repressions and negative influences, moving forwards with what the characters choose and want for their endgame and for sure now endgame Destiel.

I have in the past speculated about quite a lot of stuff, some right and some… still to be seen and some not right, but the overall arc speculation that I saw foreshadowed since early season 12 is RIGHT ON TRACK.

Now, the question is will Dabb go backwards and go to the old, standard SPN ways where probably Dean and Cas will be separated, Cas will be wrong again in his trust in the nephilim - it WILL be evil (rehash of s6 and s8) and he will need to be ‘broken’ from the mind control by Dean in a stronger crypt scene etc etc etc.

Or will he move forwards, onto a “better way”? Will we get another s11 ‘happy ending’? Where it appears all good but there is still stuff going on behind the scenes for s13… Or maybe a not so happy ending but that ultimately will be resolved happily? 

Maybe the baby has it’s grace removed (so glad this is an option it was driving me insane that they hadn’t mentioned it by now!) OR it’s not evil at all! it’s the ANTI-anti-Christ, it chose Cas because he is Lucifer’s mirror in that he LOVES Humanity. I mean, the whole point of the show is agency, free will and not being forced to follow the result of your parentage / past ….especially this season with Sam and Dean’s arcs….

Maybe human!Cas, potential hunter Daddies, Cas staying at home calling Dean while he’s out on MOTW hunts with Sam being all “Dean there’s poop everywhere, I’m sorry it got on your favourite shirt, but please please come home this is so hard!” “OK babe, don’t worry, we’ll be back tomorrow, the case was a milk run!” when actually Dean nearly died and Sammy saved the day and…. etc because really? what are we supposed to think from that motel scene? With Cas smiling all cute and using the world “righteous” when talking about the kids future guardian?! (and Kelly survives if we are going to be extra nice).

Maybe Lucifer will die / be dealt with and it is the MoL that are the big bad next year…..aiding the overall future arc of TFW as leaders of the MoL/Hunter collaboration (Chuck I hope so).

Or will it be a mix of the two?

Well my money is on that it will be a mix….  


Originally posted by detesntthoughts


Pairing: Nalu

Rating: K+

Genre: Friendship and romance

Summary: The tiny stuffed toy was her treasure - a little demon that had helped her through good times and bad. And suddenly there he was, breathing, walking, talking, emoting. And asking for a kiss. 

Notes: This drabble poured out as soon as I laid eyes on <<this>> wonderful art by @liku-bears!

It was probably the only really meaningful gift from her father in recent times. It wasn’t much — just a tiny little demon plushie. It could have easily been lost in thousands of other dresses and jewellery that he had also sponsored for her.

Had it not been for the fact the toy was a small reminder of happier times. And of her parents’ love.

One of her fondest childhood memories were of when they would all cuddle together in bed while her mother told stories. In particular, one of a tiny demon that saved lost little kids, only to be misunderstood by the children’s parents when they saw him with them. Her father would supply the dialogues for the angry people, while her mother would do those for the little children and the demon.

Lucy felt for the demon, and protested, insisting that she would have done her best to protect it had she had the chance. Her mother had been so pleased with the suggestion, that she would weave a Lucy into the story to do just that - and she would get to do her own dialogues. And they would go on and on until Jude reminded them of it being past bedtime.

Storytime had been her favourite way to spend time with her family - it was the one time her father and mother could take a break from their royal duties and spend time with her.

Her mother’s sudden loss had been very hard on her and her father, and his subsequent attempts to cope had really dented their relationship. Lucy, now at sixteen years, still couldn’t remember the last time she and her father had really spoken.

The plushie, gifted to her on her tenth birthday, two years after losing her mother, was a small reminder that despite all the evidence that went against it, her father really did care.

She had taken extremely good care of the soft toy ever since. It had a special place beside her pillow at night-time and was the last thing she saw when she went to bed and the first when she woke up. She would talk to it every day — share tales of her day, people she met, things she learnt. She would laugh with it and cry holding it. It was her closest friend, and had been for years now.

Even if it never had it replied back.

Not till right now anyway.

Lucy, the ever graceful celestial princess of Magnolia, fell rather clumsily on her bum when it — he — suddenly spoke.

“Woah, there! You okay?” came the tiny voice again, as the now animated toy (person?) leaned over the bed to ensure she was okay.

“Y-y-you’re talking!”

“Hell yeah I am!” he grinned. “Finally.”

“B-b-but you’re a toy!”

“Oi, I’m a demon!“ His face tilted to one side. "And you’ve always told me you’re a polite person. Lies!”

Lucy blinked disbelievingly, as the little toy crossed his arms and huffed.

She crawled on her knees back to the edge of her bed to peek at the toy, see for herself if he really was…real.

And while the demon kept his back to her, pouting sulkily, she brought a finger to poke him in the side.

“Hey,” he warned.


“Hey!” His back still faced her.


“Would you— ” he got cut off as Lucy — in a bid to try and confirm once more that felt had indeed given way to flesh — unintentionally began tickling him.

“S-sorry,” she said, not really that sorry. His laughter was heart-warming.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay,” he said, once he’d caught his breath.

“And what are you going to do about it?” Lucy challenged.

He pouted again and Lucy couldn’t help but giggle.

“I didn’t intend to tickle you, if that helps,” she added.

“You’re mean, Luce,” he grumbled.

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Luce?”

“Well yeah, that’s what I’ve always called you,” he said, rolling away to make room for Lucy to climb and sit on her bed.

“You were listening the whole time?” she asked in wonder.

“Yup,” he replied.

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Wife of The Divine

Originally posted by readtheeyes

Summary: Being the wife of God himself has it’s fair share of marital issues, especially when it comes to the topic of children

Pairing: God!Chuck x Winchester!Reader, Sam, Dean.

Warnings: flashbacks, light angst. Literally over all fluff, slight comedy (its really lame, i’m not that funny.)

Word Count: 1,485

Chuck and Gabriel Appreciation Week (masterlist)

“ Come to mommy, you can do it!” Your voice rung sweetly, your hands out to the small child who stood on his own. His chubby legs wobbling and one foot lacking a sock unlike the other. He gurgled at you, big brown eyes flicking to yours and a gummy smile across his cheeks. He took a step forwards before falling to his bum. The dream begun to blur, noises of the real world become louder and harder to ignore. The baby in your dream began to cry and the light of the sun became harsh. You opened your eyes.

 The scent of breakfast lured you,

bacon and pancakes on the menu. Currently you and your celestial husband were staying with your brothers. Thankfully, they let you stay to get out of harm’s way.

 Your hand slowly inched to your stomach, brushing the sheets away from your sweaty skin. Chuck had been a little rough last night, soft purple fingerprints littered your skin. A reminder of the bittersweet love. Of the challenges you were currently facing that wasn’t his sister. Baby Making.  

 “ Not now, y/n, I’m exhausted and I need to get this book done.”

 “ God dammit, Chuck, you’ve been looking at a blank screen for the past hour. I’m sure if you cleared your head you could write in the morning. Come to be with me-” You hold out your hand slightly, head titled to the side.

 He let out a soft laugh, rolling his eyes at you. He knew it was a wrong move, but he knew what you wanted. He just couldn’t bring himself to do that.

 “ You know, you don’t need to say my name twice and use it in vain. I can hear.” He winced slightly at his own comment, cowering slightly.

Your feet gently padded against the tiled floor, making your way throughout the cool morning bunker. The scent of breakfast slowly becoming stronger.  You turn the corner, h/c curls brushing the apples of your cheeks. Sam and Dean sat at the island, mugs of coffee for both and forks piled with mini stacks of pancake. The topic of this morning’s breakfast: Lucifer and his tantrums.

 “He wants a big, wet apology.” Chuck sighed as he flipped, Dean and Sam looking at one another before Dean spoke up.

 “Then give him one.”

“I can’t say I’m sorry if I don’t mean it.”

For some reason that comment hit hard, as if it were lightly also directed to you. You sat down between your boys and waited for your plate. Chuck stood on the other side with a ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ mug in hand. You scoffed softly, causing all three men to look up at you.

 Cautiously you look up with red cheeks. Chuck stared at you and your brothers returned to their meal. He tensed, gripping his mug a little too tightly, “ What’s wrong, Y/N/N?”

“Nothing at all.”

“Don’t give me that crap, Y/N..”

You frowned, sinking into your chair. Sometimes you swear that if he wasn’t your husband and he wasn’t so desperately in love with you, that he would smite you on the spot. His testing look made you now your head and you sighed softly.

“World’s greatest dad? I want that to come true someday. You know children.” Sam shifted besides you, becoming slightly uncomfortable as Dean choked on his coffee. When it came to their little sister and her odd marriage with God, they were always awkward.

Then Dean spoke up,

 “No. You’re not having children. I let you date him. Marry him. But children? Hell no. I’m not having little brats running around here. Plus it’s dangerous, were hunters, Y/N…especially since you’re married to God! Isn’t that sinning?” He spoke, jaw locked. You shot a glare at your brother before your husband spoke once again.

“You have the angles, they are technically your children as well now. So you do have children! World’s Greatest Mom!” He laughed weakly, his soft grey eyes wrinkled with laugh lines.

“I want a baby Chuck, I..I want to be pregnant and I want to have your children. A baby, a small little bundle of joy.” You spoke, cheeks burning and lips quivering in disappointment and embarrassment. Turning away, you quickly and stood with tears glazing your eyes.

Your brothers were now looking the other way, shifting awkwardly and coughing here and there. Your husband stared at you with those big orbs of his and he shook his head.

“It’s not a good time, especially with my sister on the loose. Anyway, we have the angles to take care of.” he muttered in a distant tone and faced away to tend to breakfast.




The bathroom had become your personal hell, coming in to only leave with crushed hopes. During the five years you had been married to Chuck you started asking about children two and a half years in. Every time you would bring the subject up, he seemed to have some excuse or would direct the topic to  something different.

During these last couple years of trying to land pregnant, it seemed to be getting harder and harder. Almost as if he were purposely laying down a blocking spell to ensure you lack of conceiving. Though you knew he wouldn’t do such a thing without your consent. You gathered the tests into your hands and slowly slid down the wall, head dropping in between your knees. The pressure in your chest begun to build, higher and higher as it soared into infinity, the sobs coming out choked and breathy.

It felt like the world was against you.

Against your wish for children.

For a family.

Those stupid, singular blue lines on the sticks each felt like a blow to the heart. Maybe, you weren’t ever meant to be a mother. It still didn’t stop the jealousy that raged through you every time a happy couple came along with their own sweet child. A knock came from the door, a soft and gentle one. Almost timid and unsure. You stood, flicking the lock and slowly creaking it open.

There stood the man you loved, still dressed in his pajama lounge pants, plain tee and sweater. His mug gone but his hair still as unruly and unkempt as ever. He grabbed the door slightly and opened it wider, but you pressed a soft hand to his chest and kept him in place.

“ Don’t.”

“ Y/N/N..please let’s talk.”

“ After years of begging and asking and dreaming, you finally want to talk?Here-” And with that, you shove the three wrapped up tests into his hand and looked up to him, his lips barely noticeable through his thick beard.

He slowly peeled them open, already knowing the what the results would be. The negative signs and the blank Were no surprise, although it still broke his heart to see you so distressed over this. His excuses were to keep you safe, to keep you from being tracked by heaven and hell alike. The angles would be fascinated, the rogue would want to kill it and hell? Hell would want to take the baby to use its power to overthrow heaven.

But there was one other reason to why he didn’t want any children.

He already had failed as a father.

And now as a husband.

You lay in the sheets, naked. Your nightgown still bunched around your hips and his hands brushing over your breasts. Sex was supposed to be about intimacy–yet, this time it felt wrong. It didn’t feel like love anymore, it felt like release. It only felt like a release from the stress and the heart ache.

Chuck buried his face into your neck and slowly pressed kisses down to the crook in his hazy half asleep slumber. Chuck nearly died at the hands of his sister. After all the ruthless fighting he had finally come to a compromise with her after the years of being neglected. She had her own plane to create her own world.

Saying goodbye, both you and Chuck went back ‘home’. A little house in the middle of nowhere and peace. The sex had been tearful and hesitant touches. The morning after now felt like a mess of emotions and…vomit.

You stood quickly, pushing Chuck’s arms away and bolted through the small house naked. You stopped and dropped in front of the bowl, gripping the sides and wrenching up last night’s dinner. You felt dizzy and confused, but with a curious mind you took out a test and went through the slow and painful ritual.


And Chuck stood behind you, robe on and ‘world’s greatest dad’ mug in hand.The steam of coffee slowly billowed off the top as a warm, yet worried smiled crossed his lips.

Maybe this wasn’t that bad after all.

Back Roads

Pairing: Dean x plus sized!Reader
Word count: 929
Warnings: Swearing, insecurity

Part 3 of Fat and Beautiful

Walking out of your room half an hour later, your felt like you were out of place. Rarely did you dress up anymore, especially for a date. You wore a little red dress that was form fitting, a black lace was over it. The red went to mid-thigh, and the lace just past it. It had a flattering V-neck shape, showing off your neck and collarbones, and it had a ¾ sleeve of just the lace. You wore a simple black pump to go with it, not knowing what he had planned. Your hair was in loose curls, hanging just below your shoulders. Your makeup was kept simple- a winged liner and nude lipstick.

As you moved through the halls, your small clutch in hand, all you heard were the sounds of your heels. Part of you was slightly worried, as you hadn’t been out too much since your breakdown with Sam. Being happy with yourself in the comfort of your own home was far easier than being happy with yourself out in the real world. The world that would bombard you with billboards, movies, pretty girls walking down the street, waitresses flirting with Dean, and so much more.

You paused and took a deep breath. You would do this for Dean. He loved you, and he wanted to take you on a date. Once you were a bit more calm, you moved towards the library, where you assumed that you’d find him. Biting your lip, you stopped in the doorway.

Sam looked up and his breath hitched. Dean’s back was to you, so he turned and the look he had on his face made you blush and look down. “I’m ready.” You told him, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“Wow, baby.” He smiled, getting out of his chair. He was in dark slacks, a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the top couple buttons left undone. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” You teased him, making him chuckle.

Moving closer, he kissed you gently. “Come on, let’s go on our date.” His fingers laced with yours before the two of you gave Sam a small wave. “Don’t wait up, Sammy.” Dean smirked, making you slap his chest lightly.

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In Another Life...

Hello lovelies! Here is an MCxJake fic for ya! This is based on the prompt  “Stop filming me you moron!” from the awesome @xo-endlessmayhem-xo!

I know with all the WIP I have I shouldn’t have started something else, but what can I say MCxJake is like candy to me and I couldn’t resist this one. Suuuuuuper fluffy (with all the crazy they endure don’t they deserve it?)

Warnings: Gets a little steamy near the end but wouldn’t qualify it as NSFW. Oh and of course spoilers from Books1 & 2.
Words: 1700+

Originally posted by qavi

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Nalu Week: Smoke

I had a hard time thinking of what to write for this day but I think it came out alright. Enjoy~!

Day 4 (July 5th) Smoke

Smoke rose from his last attack. He had sent the enemy flying towards the edge of the forest and successfully knocking him out. The owner of such an attack grinned at his latest accomplishment and whooped in excitement. “Did you see that Happy!?”
“Aye sir!” The blue flying exceed announced as he landed skillfully on top of his adoptive fathers pink tuff of hair. “Natsu that was awesome!”
The young dragon slayer grinned, showing his pearly white teeth and brushed his hands, removing the loose dirt and dried blood from his hands. From his mouth he breathed fire like it was nothing, enjoying the exhilaration he felt after defeating yet another monster. He turned to his partner and best friend with the same grin, expecting her to enjoy this moment of victory with him. “Luce we finished the mission!”
     A flash of golden light appeared as the celestial mermaid was teleported into their dimension with a pissed off look on her face. “What the hell is this!? I’m supposed to be on a date!”
“Aquarius I’m really sorry but Natsu started a fire over there and I need it put out before we get our reward money taken from us again! If you put it out I won’t call you for a whole month!”
The mermaid smirked, “A month? Sure, no problem. You’ve got yourself a deal.” With astounding power she sent a tidal wave of water from the nearby lake that Lucy was stood in and doused the fire. In the same maneuver she managed to nearly drown Happy and Natsu, irritated that it was his recklessness that disturbed her date.
With the fire put out Aquarius looked to the celestial mage and smirked. “There, satisfied?”
“Yes, very.”
“Don’t bother me for a month got it!?”
Lucy saluted quickly fearing another tidal wave strong enough to put her under and fear for her life. “Y-yes ma’am”
“Good, see you later!” And within seconds the spirit returned to her date leaving a very tired mage standing in the lake.
Lucy sighed heavily thinking about how this one mission was only one of the many during the next month Natsu would manage to somehow mess up. However putting out his reckless flames was something she would have to deal with on another day. She looked down at the two soaked teammates of hers with a shake of her head. “Honestly Natsu can we go on one, just ONE mission where you manage to not set the entire area on fire?!”
Natsu groaned into the dirt, accepting the harsh treatment from his best friend’s spirit. “Llluuucccceeeee”
“No, you know what I don’t know why I ask. I can’t wait for the day you can’t breathe fire and I can earn a whole reward for once.”

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Checked off the list: Dimethyltryptamine

So DMT was certainly the most incredible experience of my life, and I feel like in a very short amount of time I learned quite a vast amount of things about who I am, as well as ultimately confirmed the current paradigm I’ve lately developed on why/how I believe I am here. In an attempt to paint from spirituality to megabytes, I want to try to maybe demonstrate to anyone with a curiosity in it that may know me (out of all like 30 of my followers) what the trip was like.

I had sprinkled a full layer (approx. a .05 of it) over the top of a fine bed of ash and emptied all water from my piece (that piece being a 50$ gas station mini bong that I bought when I first had a fistful of money to hurl at glass) and I held the lighter ever so gently far enough from the crystals to melt them and not let the fire burn off the chemicals for about 2-3 seconds, and while I tried to take a slow and easy constant hit of it, I found that it just seemed to want to go pretty fast. I held in the hit for about 5 seconds, also took in some fresh air, and then took a second good rip of it without letting the first bit go, and that’s how many hits I was able to get in before I felt the launch. Also, worth noting that I didn’t feel the smoke “burn” or hurt like herb, leading me to uneasiness and feeling unsure about if I took a big enough hit, which sadly made me blow a bit out to test (AND TRUST ME ITS THICK AND ITS THERE).

Now before I explain the trip I want to preface it with saying that as an inexperienced DMT user, I at an earlier stage may have not quite allowed myself to focus on release and allowed myself to feel a bit of fear at such an intense effect BUT that QUICKLY subsided to second wind of my launch which I’ll explain further. So even at what I will explain, I know and feel that the experience could have been by FAR even more intense, beautiful, and nourishing had I truly aligned myself during the turbulence of the change.

But ANYWAYS I had blown out the second hit and looked around for about seven seconds and then I felt the first moment of oddness hit me, like the first waves of this new world washing it’s waters over my skin, foretelling me of how far into the sea I was about to be towed. At this point I immediately was like “I am not breaking another fucking piece no not today” and I set down the glass. Already within this time I was immediately sure that the shit was real. I looked up for coolcatlane ‘s face to make sure he saw that It worked (we both felt that the first time we experienced it we should watch for obvious safety reasons such as if I launched so quick that I dropped the piece), and laid back into the couch and I felt my soul immediately be sucked to an infinitesimally small vertex light years behind me, and then like a cartoon I was slung forward again. I remember briefly passing through the room I sat in, like I was watching myself from above, and max as well, and I felt myself shoot through the television on his wall, and in fact swearing at myself for breaking max’s fucking tv. As soon I stopped shooting forward in this millisecond, I was like cast out into ACTUAL FUCKING SPACE OKAY like I shit you not It felt like crashing into water and then suddenly there was my beautiful soul just drifting out in in this immense red galaxy just splashed out before my entire field of vision. But the way a DMT trip feels (in my opinion) is best described like being tied to a rope that’s tugging you through these worlds and as soon as I became aware of the pattern or characteristic of one world or experience, my being was tugged into the next, and suddenly I was slung again back into what seemed like rooms of my own mind, with obvious dividers and barriers, like I was being pulled through giant resilient bubbles filled with glorious shapes, worlds, and lessons and at this point I began to lose focus on my center, or what I can best describe as my ego. The thing is, the stage of ego death on DMT seemed so much more potent and sudden that I personally allowed in some SLIGHTLY hesitant thoughts that ultimately led me to think negatively and forced myself to ground a bit, at which point I immeditely assumed a meditative state to focus on not allowing that again (and at this point is where I believe next time as well as with anyone more experienced with handling the sudden peak of ego loss there was/is EVEN STILL a higher level of tripping which can be experienced for sure. ). But I was nonetheless suddenly swept up by a sudden wind of a million beings brushing past me, lifting me and pushing me like a gulf stream of people spanning from the center of the earth to the depths of space and thrown to the familiar state of floating about in space, however this time I encountered the peak of my trip. As I drifted in reverse, I looked to my left and marveled as I was suddenly passing by this amazing celestial being, so large that it acted as a planet, with beautiful purple and blue powdery rings spinning from every angle and intersecting beautifully as they flew through each other along their orbiting paths. I was floating about eye level with the being, and in a very spiritual and silent way we communicated shortly. With their permission I soared into the eye of the great face it seemed, and was immediately taken to this world that I viewed as an oasis. It was on some planet it seemed, so very far off but not in the sense of distance, but rather connectivity to the plane of spirituality. A place where anyone could be, anyone can go, and you don’t need 40,000lbs of diesel and steel and hope to travel there. But the spectacular thing about it was that there were people. Beings, like us. And they were even similar in physiology, safe for the fact that every being was this beautifully evolved mix between human and Plantae. Emotions were translated trough spores, flowers, scents, and beautiful colors along with every form of music and communication we’ve already developed, something that would’ve brought any human being to their knees to see.

My journey ended here, and suddenly I was greeted with an astonished friend’s face, some Fruit Juice, and a case of the shakes I can only describe as the kind you get after great sex. I feel like a million bucks now, an hour or two after. Kick ass.

Oh, Destiel. What Are You Doing?

moriartyfortissimodewevans was having a bad day, so I decided to make a ficlet for this awesome person. The request was this:

“So Dean and Cas get together in hell, and when they reunite in that barn or whatever they start furiously making out while Sam and Bobby are in hopeless and utter confusion.”

So here goes nothing.

- Oh, Destiel. What Are You Doing? -

Once upon a time, there was an angel named Castiel, and Castiel was a happy little nerdy angel.

Okay, so maybe Castiel didn’t quite fit in. It was fine, ze still had friends!

Okay, so maybe Castiel only had one friend. And yeah, maybe ze was a bit jealous of Uriel, who was the funniest of all the angels in the Garrison.

But that doesn’t mean Castiel had a bad life! Ze loved hir job. Watching humans…it was the most fulfilling thing any angel could do. At least, that’s what Castiel thought, and hey, Castiel was weird.

One day, Castiel got a message from the top. An angel had signaled hir on Angel Radio. Ze had a booming voice like all secretaries in Heaven, and that booming voice said “GO TO HELL, CASTIEL”.

At first, Castiel thought,



Castiel blinked for a moment, then said,

What sort of assbutt goes around calling himself the Righteous Man, anyways?, Castiel thought, There are way better names out there, easier names to track. Like Steve. I like the name Steve.


Castiel grumbled and agreed, hoping ze could punch whoever called themselves the frigging Righteous Man, because who could be that frigging pretentious?

So Castiel, against Hester’s advisement, against Uriel’s advisement, hell, even against Balthazar’s advisement, went deep into the darkest most dastardly dimension Castiel knew of to find a man with only the clue that he was 'The Righteous Man’. Ze didn’t even know what the soul would look like or even who that soul was, but something pulled hir to the mission. Probably because ze was a good little soldier, and God was never wrong, right?

Castiel fought with hir troops, losing many in the process in skirmishes as they tried to find this 'Righteous Man’. Castiel couldn’t even fathom how these twisted creatures were once men and women Castiel had watched over. They were so different, so estranged from their original forms.

Castiel almost lost hope. Ze wondered if this was how ze was supposed to die - alone in Hell. But then…Ze saw him and just knew.

Even being forced into corruption, even seeing this soul cutting and slicing into others on the rack, he was the purest soul Castiel had ever seen. The second ze laid eyes on him, Castiel knew everything about that man. Castiel understood every crevice of that battered soul and realized that ze would do anything for this man, this imperfect, perfect man. Ze would do anything in hir power for this man, even if it killed hir.

Castiel suddenly felt a surge of energy go through hirself as ze dispersed everything that was painful around this man. Castiel covered this man, held his soul in hir armless grip as ze said, “DEAN WINCHESTER IS SAVED!”

Castiel flew from that spot with Dean Winchester’s soul, Demons and Angels alike moving out of hir way as ze went. Ze began to mold Dean’s body once more, taking away anything that would remind Dean of pain. Ze took away the scars, the hurt and corruption in every part of Dean’s body as ze reformed him. Castiel gazed at hir work one last time before ze placed Dean back in his body, for it would most likely be the last time Castiel would see his body. With the soul inside, all Castiel would see would be Dean’s soul, and Castiel could never complain about that. Castiel could spend eons gazing at that soul.

At first, Castiel tried to greet Dean Winchester. Because ze was excited and thought Dean could understand. Because Dean was special, and why wouldn’t Dean be able to understand hir?

Okay, so maybe Castiel was not the most sociable of people, ze probably should have known ze needed a solid form.

When Dean Called upon hir, Castiel came. Ze strode to Dean and prayed for the best.

For a moment, they stared at one another, and then…


Happy his brother found true love, but TOTALLY GROSSED OUT.

“EW, DEAN, FRIGGING GET A FRIGGING ROOM, CHUCK,” Sam said as he ran away, blinded by the beauty.


Sorry it took forever, my internet was glitching on me. Hope you liked it, moriartyfortissimodewevans.

Dream Of Me

part two!! :D 

bts as angels!!

word count: 1252

author note: im so sorry it took me so long to write, i really struggled writing this haha but as always a big thank you to @bigbangtann thank you molly for helping me!! and this series might not be a long prob 5 chapters at the most but idk let me know what u think i should do!!!

“is all this real?”

I questioned glancing at the confused faces of the 7 boys

“why wouldn’t it be?” Namjoon asked.

“I don’t know, it just feels weird here.” I shrugged looking out the window at the golden rays dripping into the chestnut colored floor.

“why do you say that?” Taehyung inquired

“well, first off the time here it’s like it slows down or something and nothing feels real, I know this is all fake but why does it feel so real?” I groaned my head heavy in my hands.

“Oh, sweetheart” Yoongi sighed

“How could this be fake? I mean look around”

He said pointing to the study hundreds of beautiful pieces of literature occupied the shelves of the bookcase all neatly stacked.

Keep reading


So what if she’s pretty. So what if she’s exactly your type, but I think I’m the missing piece of his long unfinished poem. I can tell by the way he forgets that I have bubble. She’s all life threats and bad girl. I swear he’s a school girl thinking he can change the arsonist torching his house.

“Aw Clarence, your voice makes my meat suit all dewy,” Meg cooed and I could have thrown the daggers at my finger tips straight at her smug face. Dean collected the knives throwing me a cautionary glare.

I’ve been in love with him ever since he came down from heaven. He was every bad pick up line I knew. I dared him to bend me over a periodic table and tell me we didn’t have chemistry. That of course was your favorite line and it almost worked.

My eyes wandered reluctantly over to Meg’s smiling face and Dean took away yet another weapon. I hissed an irritated sigh, hands itching for violence.

“Y/N? Is something the matter?” Cas asked. I turned my gaze up to the ceiling, avoiding his eyes.

“Nope,” I let my lips pop the “p”. Dean was smirking a bit as he moved to stand over me so I looked up at him. He leaned down so his lips were right by my ear.

“Just tell him,” he whispered.

“Tell me what?” Cas asked.

“Celestial being, dumb ass,” I huffed.

“If we stay like this long enough…” Dean’s voice trailed off and he squeezed my side through the space in the back of my chair. A startled laugh escaped my lips and I pushed Dean’s hands away.

“Stop it,” I pouted.

“All yours,” Dean said and moved away from me. With Dean out of the way I saw Cas staring at me, his eyes tightened in suspicion. Meg was sending me an amused smile. I wanted to scream “Fuck you!” At the top of my lungs.

“Cas, we should play pizza man and babysitter again,” Meg said smiling straight at me. I got up and left. Cas would be upset if I killed Meg and I had no real reason to be angry. He wasn’t mine.

“Hey, sweet heart!” Dean called as I left, I slammed the door behind me. My fist punched the brick wall of the building.

“Fuck! Why did I think that was a good idea?” I yelled. Dean came out laughing.

“She really gets to you,” he laughed.

“I can’t take that, Dean,” I growled clutching my hand to my chest.

“Then just tell him. The worst he’ll do is not understand what you mean,” Dean shrugged, “Lemme see your hand.”

“I just bruised it,” I poked out my bottom lip.

“Aw, let me kiss it and make it better.”

“Y/N, I know I already asked you, but sometimes you are sarcastic and I am not good at deciphering…Dean,” Cas began, his eyes falling to my slow bruising hand, pressed against Dean’s lips, “what are you doing, Dean?” He demanded.

“Y/N hurt herself. Didn’t you kitten?” he smiled.

“Dean, I can handle it,” Cas informed shortly.

“Alright,"he winked at you then went back inside. Cas walked over to me wordlessly and took my hand delicately in his own. With his lips he healed my bruised knuckles.

"I don’t like it when Dean is around you,” Cas frowned.

“I don’t like it when Meg is around you,” I threw back.

“Why?” He tilted his head curiously.

“For the same reason you don’t like Dean around me,” I grumbled, glueing my eyes to the ground.

“You are jealous?” He questioned.

“She’s always all over you and I-” I cut off as he pressed his lips to my hand.

“Don’t be jealous.”