Tales From The Impala

Welcome to another installment of Tales From The Impala, a weekly Supernatural fanfic rec list! Below is every amazing fic I’ve read recently, from some amazing writers. Go check out these fics and the talented people who wrote them!

Note: If you would like to be on next Saturday’s Tales From The Impala, feel free to tag me in your fics! 

I know this is three days late (I’m a piece of shit) and I am so sorry! Life happened and I couldn’t find the time to sit and do this considering it usually takes me a good 2 hours. Next weekend it will be on time, I promise!

The One With The Fluff

The One With The Angst

The One With The Smut

The One With The Multiple Parts

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bitter fans be like

“The show isn’t just about the brothers anymore. Its about everyone !!! It hasn’t been just about the brothers in years!!”

…oh really? are you sure?

And yet, no matter where inspiration strikes or how it works within the world of Supernatural, there’s one very simple rule for working on the show. As Singer puts it, “At its core, which it’s always been, it’s a story of the brothers and trying to tell interesting stories that involve them emotionally.” In other words, you can never blow off the scene where they sit on the Impala and talk about their feelings.x

Bye, Ben

Pairing: BenxReader
Word count: 524

Lucifer’s Baby Sister masterlist

Two weeks after Ben showed up in your backyard, he was gone. You stood on your doorstep and watched him be driven away. He sat in the back of the black Impala, waving until he couldn’t see you anymore.

It was random when you got to see him. Sometimes it was a few weeks, other times, a few months. For your 13th birthday Lucifer bought you a new laptop. He surprised you with it one morning, having Skype set up, a video call with Ben already going. Your face lit up at the sight of him. “Ben!”

He laughed. “Morning, short stack.”

“I miss you.” You pouted. “How far are you?”

“Uh, a few hours?” He shrugged. “How’s school?”

You blew a raspberry at him. “Stupid. I have some huge test next week.”

Lucifer was leaning on the door frame between the kitchen and the dining room, watching you. He had a small smile on his face when you laughed so hard your eyes watered. He hated the Winchesters, but he could tolerate Ben for now. Only because he was one of the few people that you could be yourself around.

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Gentle Love of Mine

Dean swears too much. He laughs too loud and he eats enough for two grown men. His hands are calloused and rough, and the smile he gives women are charming yet practiced. He has been in too many fights, too many brawls - and he treats his sleek black car better than he treats some people. He is strong enough to crawl out of his own grave. He is strong enough to speak his own mind. He is not strong enough to let his brother go. But he is gentle and kind, and he is great with children. He may not be the fastest reader but he has read Vonnegut and the Bible. He may not be good at talking about feelings, but he listens.

And Castiel loves him.

Dean drinks too much. He drowns his sorrows in liquor like his impala guzzles gasoline. He listens to classic rock and he sings along with a smile. A real smile. One that reaches his eyes and makes the corners crinkle. He is also tone deaf. He pretends he hates hugs and he pretends he hates shorts. He does hate running, though he is faster than his brother who jogs every morning. He likes his coffee black and he will mock anyone who doesn’t, but he will still make everyone a mug just how they like it without being asked. He likes killing monsters. He loves the feeling of slicing a vampires head off - it gives him an adrenaline rush. But sometimes he will lay alone at night wondering what that makes him.

And Castiel loves him.

Dean hurts too much. There’s a constant ache in his chest, and sometimes Dean can’t breathe. He doesn’t talk about it, but Castiel knows. He yells at Castiel, says he doesn’t know anything. He threatens to kick him out again with hard lines set to his jaw, but there’s a sadness that softens the glare in his eyes. He stays up late with Sam researching for the new case in Utah or Ontario or Sioux Falls or where ever it may be. And sometimes in the early hours of the morning, well after he has bid Sam goodnight, he ends up in Castiel’s room. He tells Castiel he doesn’t know why he is in there, and he lowers his eyes in shame because he knows he can’t keep doing this. But Castiel takes his hands and welcomes him into the bed with what Dean refuses to call cuddling.

Dean kisses gently. Out in the hunting world Dean Winchester is a man to be feared. In the safety and comfort of Castiel’s bed, Dean is free to be himself. Castiel makes love to him, like he does most nights when Dean crawls into bed with him. He touches Dean the way he likes and smiles against Dean’s neck when he quietly moans. Dean tucks his tongue into the corner of his mouth and lets out soft breathy noises when he comes. Sometimes, after sex, he cries. He tries not to let Castiel see by pressing his face into the pillow. Castiel wraps himself around Dean and whispers it’s okay you’re okay and they tangle their legs together and Dean kisses Castiel’s throat before they fall asleep.

Dean tries to tell Castiel how he feels. When he thinks Castiel is asleep he will stroke his hair away from his face and kiss his forehead. He will say you know, right? You gotta know by now, Cas. How I - how I feel about this, about you. You gotta know. And maybe Dean will never say those three words out loud, but he says it in the morning with his eyes when he watches Castiel wake up. He says it with his quiet smile. He says it with his hands. With his touch.

And Castiel knows.

And Castiel loves him.

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Tear my heart open

Stalk my masterlist here!

Plot: Y/N is forced to torture Dean under Alastair’s influence, will you follow through or will you refuse?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader 

Word count: 2771 

Warnings: blood, violence, use of weapons, swearing, torturing, abuse. Sorry if I missed anything! Also the gif and video used aren’t mine!

Authors note: based on the Supernatural episode ‘On the head of a pin’ where Dean tortures Alastair and also based on Scars by Papa roach. It is a pretty dark and sinister fic but I thought it was different so I hope you all enjoy it x 

Tagged: @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @imnotlikeyou0214 @xxtaylorsingerxx @my-name-is-alice-ayers @gabby913 @bowties-scarves-and-impalas

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September Rare Ship Creations Challenge

Chosen Ship: Wincestiel

Prompt: “What an excellent day for an exorcism.” (The Exorcist) 

Warnings: Language(?), None

Tagging @rareshipcreationschallenge, @nbsam, @assbutttotheworld

Summary: Sam, Dean and Cas go on a road trip to Las Vegas.  Starring: The Impala, classic rock, alcohol and strip clubs.

The bunker was silent.

The kitchen, the library, and Sam’s bedroom were empty.

Sam, Dean and their angel were cuddled up ( although they would deny the cuddling part until their death) in Dean’s bed, Sam on the left side, one of his long legs slung over both Cas and Dean, his right arm wrapped around Castiel’s mid, who was the little spoon at the moment. Dean was sleeping face to face with Cas, Castiel’s hand resting on his side.

The silence was peaceful, until Dean opened his eyes, devilish smirk on his lip, looking at both his sleeping brother and the angel between them.

“Cas. Sam. Wake up.”

Sam’s eyes blinked open, and so did Castiel’s.

“What is it, De?”

Sam was tired, sleepy, and Dean just wanted to ruffle his hair. Castiel was simply adorable, yawning and looking confused as if the concept of waking up was something completely new. (It probably was, for him.)

“Vegas! Guys, Vegas!”

“Dean, we have the apocalypse to deal with.”

Sam dismissed his brilliant idea as nothing more than a brain fart. Dean couldn’t have that.

“You’re such a killjoy! Cas?”

Sam just tightened his grip around Cas, and Cas snuggled close again, his back still connected to Sam’s chest, while he looked at Dean with something like regret.

“Sam is correct, Dean. This is not the time for excessive drinking and frivolous behaviour.”

“But isn’t this the time to sin? The end is freaking nigh! It’s now or never!”

Neither Sam nor Cas seemed to be very thrilled by his proposal.

Dean sighed, and then he pouted.


He was pretty, and he was cute. But Sam was the master of the puppy dog eyes and not easily impressed, while Castiel was distracted by Sam scratching his neck. Traitors. But Dean Winchester wouldn’t be Dean Winchester if he would give up this easily.

“I can’t believe you’re making us do this, Dean.” Sam scowled, but Dean just grinned.

“He did win the bet, Sam. From my understanding of human culture that means we have lost, and are therefore compelled to-“

“I know Cas, I know”, Sam admitted. Dean looked incredibly smug.

Sam gave Dean a look that was dripping with annoyance.

“I should have known better than to accept that kind of bet when it comes to you.”

“Well, Sammy, there’s still a lot you can learn from me.”

“Slut”, was all Sam muttered under his breath, but Dean continued looking proud and Cas was busy trying to determine what clothing could possibly be appropriate for a trip to Las Vegas.

Two hours later they were driving, Dean’s music blasting out of the radio. At the moment it was Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again”. Cas had started humming about thirty minutes ago.

Dean had left humming behind and was full-on singing along by now.

And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone

Sam looked over at Dean, bitchface on. Dean just winked and grinned.

“One of the 80’s greatest hits, Sammy. Enjoy. Who knows what kind of music is left after Lucifer had his way with the world.”

“Technically, Lucifer is the angel of music. The chances are therefore not as bad as you might think that-“

“Cas. Kidding. I was kidding.”

Sam was snickering to himself while Castiel, who sat behind him, nodded and started to apologize.

“It’s okay, Cas. Just sing along to the next one and we’re good.”

That made Sam’s bitchface turn into a full-blown death glare. But Cas was eager to redeem himself, so while Sam watched the landscape fly by, Cas and Dean started singing.

Just a small town girl
Livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

Sam huffed, but Dean kept nudging him, poking him again and again, until Sam gave up and smiled against his will. This was stupid. This was ridiculous. But then again, they were a high school dropout, an ex-blood junkie and a fallen angel doing a road trip to Vegas. So he rolled his eyes one more time before joining them.

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night

“See, Sammy? Ain’t that better? Cas, beer!”

Of course they had their faithful cooling box with them, and it only took Castiel a few seconds to hand both of them a beer. Dean took a few gulps, before raising his beer, as if he was speaking to a crowd.

“And now, boys, for the best part!”

Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
Streetlights, people
Don’t stop believin’

Sam still kinda wanted to roll his eyes, but then again, Dean was happier than he had been in a long time, and Castiel smiled so contentedly, so beautifully, so human, Sam simply sat back and kept singing.

Dean had spent the last hour getting Castiel dressed in something else than his trench coat and usual suit, and he had to admit, their personal angel could look damn fine – not that he wasn’t usually attractive- but he could look about a hundred times better with just a little care.

That was when Sam came out of the bathroom, a criminally small towel wrapped around his hips that allowed him to show off both his muscular thighs and perfect abs. The water drops falling from his still wet hair onto his skin weren’t exactly fair either. Dean swallowed, while Castiel tilted his head slightly, remarking,

“My vessel seems to like it when you shower, Sam.”

Sam looked at Cas, giving him one of his wolfish grins, strutting towards him more than he was walking, but before he could touch Cas, Dean stopped him with a hand against his chest. So firm. Dean licked his lips, seeing the spark in Sam’s eyes. No. He had to be strong.

“Not yet. We have to party first.”

Sam smirked devilishly.

“I’m gonna rim you until you come if that means we don’t have to go out.”

Dean honest to god whined, but he stayed strong. Cas patted Dean’s shoulder in understanding.

(“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” That’s what Dean said, as if he’d just given up pie and Baby, and not just the chance to have his ass eaten by Sam. As is there wouldn’t be a thousand other chances this weekend alone.)

It surprised no one that the first club they went to was a strip club. Cas was a little confused when he saw the stripping women, and since Dean had already taken off to get the first round of drinks, he turned towards Sam to ask the obvious question.

“Why does Dean insist on acting as if he is straight even if that means he has to drag his two boyfriends into a strip club?”

Sam just puts an arm around Cas and leads him to a booth.

“Well, Dean is so deeply in denial, it’s probably gonna take him a life time to dig himself out of that hole.”

Sam looks at Cas like he doesn’t really understand, before he scowled for a moment, licked his lips and asked, “Are we talking about an actual hole or was that a metaphor about how Dean desperately tries to hold on to his nonexistent heterosexuality?”

Sam smiled, almost proud. “It was just a metaphor.”

Cas nodded, looking definitely proud. “I’m getting better at this.”

“You are.”

That’s when Dean came back with the first round of shots, and a wide grin.

“I flirted with the bartender, and she would totally have blown me if hadn’t said no because of you two.”

Castiel looked over at Dean, nodding in what he must think was secretive, saying out loud what he probably wanted to whisper, “So this is Dean’s metaphorical hole. I get it. Good comparison.”

He nodded towards Sam, winking extremely conspicuously. Of course Dean picked up on it. Sam gave him an apologizing half-smile, before starting to laugh.

Dean said nothing, just slid into the booth and pinched the inside of Sam’s upper arm, making him flinch away, grinning broadly before lifting his glass.

“A toast?”

“To us”, Castiel supplied, surprising both Sam and Dean.

“That’s a good one”, Dean admitted, and Sam agreed wordlessly, clinking his glass first against Dean’s, then against Castiel’s before downing the shot.

“No, seriously Sam. Your favourite movie quote, now!”

Dean was pretty far gone, judging from how loud he was speaking, and the old joke he had made at least fifty times before. Castiel was fairly sober, but Sam was already drunk enough to play along.

“Only if you say yours first.”

Dean grinned, laughed loudly, and Sam knew he had been waiting for this.

“It is…it is…wait for it…Dirty Dancing! Nobody puts Baby in a corner!”

Dean gives them a second to make the connection, but before Sam or Cas can say anything, he adds, “Because I call my car Baby? Got it?”

Sam couldn’t help himself, he had to chuckle, despite the awful pun he’d heard at least fifty times before. Drunk Dean was still the best Dean.

“Dean, I think Dirty Dancing qualifies as what you would call a ‘chick flick’.”

Dean looked at Castiel as if he just stabbed him from behind, and Castiel felt instantly sorry. Sam send him off to get new alcohol and patted Dean’s back while he was gone, his brother muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “Gotta teach him Swayze always gets a pass.”

The moment Castiel was back with new drinks, Dean seemed to have forgotten the insult to his manhood, so he focused on the actual question at hand.

“Sammy, Cas. Your favourite quotes.”

“Hm. I think I’d go for ‘Carpe Diem. Seize the day, boys’ from Dead Poets Society”, Sam muttered.

Cas looked a little confused, before hesitantly saying, “What an excellent day for an exorcism.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “God, guys. We’re in Vegas to have fun. You could’ve chosen ‘Shaken, not stirred’ or ‘Yippie-ki-yay, Motherfucker!’ or ‘Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.’ But no. Sam has to think about dead poets, and Cas, you have to remind us of work. This won’t do. We need more drinks.” Dean shook his head at them, levelling his best ‘I-expect-you-to-work-harder-on-having-fun-when-I’m-back’ stare at them and got more drinks.

Castiel looked at Sam, reminding him a little of a kicked puppy.

“I thought he would like the reference to your work.”

“It’s okay, Cas. You did well.” Sam found himself patting Castiel’s back this time, before adding, “I’m proud you knew a quote at all.”

That made Cas brighten up visibly.

It’s late, Dean was drunk, and so was Sam. Cas watched them dance to a slow song that Dean claimed was a classic – Against The Wind – and Cas couldn’t help but smile, seeing how much they loved each other, knowing how much they loved him.

He decided to get his hunters home then, no need for them to feel miserable in the morning or pass out in some seedy club when they had an angel to take care of them. Castiel politely turned the man down who had walked up to him while he watched Sam and Dean dance, and he thought he had done that right.

He’d said “I would like to accept your generous offer of buying me  a drink, but I already have two boyfriends who supply me with alcoholic beverages, therefore I am well taken care of, thank you very much.” The guy had left a little confused, making Castiel wonder if he’d gotten it wrong after all. He would ask Sam in the morning.

So he got up, the crowd parting easily before him, and both Sam and Dean wrapped their arms around him once he was close enough to touch. Cas smiled, his right arm around Dean, the left one around Sam when he lead them out of the club and brought them home.

Even though his grace was fading, he was still able to support both of them, and while Sam kept trying to educate him on Stanford’s pre-law course Dean was constantly pressing small kisses to his neck, occasionally sucking on his skin. Castiel found he didn’t mind either.

Once he dropped them on their huge bed, both of them were kicking off their shoes, and even completely drunk as he was, Dean still tried to help Sam take off his dress shirt. Sam managed it on his own, ended up helping Dean who was probably the most inebriated of all of them. Castiel was probably sober.

“Cas? Can you do me a favour?”

He kneeled down on the bed, catching Dean who almost fell off. His green eyes were so vibrant, so alive, no underlying sadness for once.

“Of course. Whatever you want, Dean.”

“Music, can you get us some music, Cas?”

“Sure, Dean. I can.”

Sam struggled out of his trousers, while Dean simply didn’t care about undressing anymore. Castiel didn’t even need grace to fulfil Dean’s wish, he just turned the vintage radio on that was probably only meant for decoration purposes. It still worked.

I was a little too tall
Could’ve used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown

When he had stripped himself down, ready to get into the bed, both Sam and Dean, although halfway asleep, wriggled a little to the side to make room for him.

There had been a time when Castiel hadn’t been sure if he could really have this with them, if there was place for anyone else between them. It hard turned out there was enough place for him, always.

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my ‘60 Chevy
Workin’ on mysteries without any clues

Dean rested his head on Castiel’s chest, and Sam threw one of his long legs over both Castiel and Dean, his right hand resting on Castiel’s stomach, Dean on the right side of the bed, Castiel in the middle, Sam to the left. Just like they’d woken up this morning.

Workin’ on our night moves
Tryin’ to make some front page drive-in news
Workin’ on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime

“I like that song”, Dean murmured sleepily, pressing soft kisses to Castiel’s chest. Sam made an approving noise. The angel started to card one hand through Dean’s hair, while simultaneously turning his head to Sam to kiss him. Sam got the signal, trading lazy kisses with their angel while his hand started to move steadily up and down Dean’s side.

Started humming a song from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

Jatoc Music Writing Challenge

Turning Pages by Sleeping at Last (Samandriel x Reader) Written By @supernaturalsuniverseinwriting

Little talks by Of monsters and men (Lucifer x Reader) Written By@wayward-mirage

Sad song by We the kings (Gabriel x Reader) Written By  @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll

This is gospel by Panic! at the disco (Lucifer x Reader) Written By@multifandom-sloth​ (but posted on @67-impala-kaz-2y5)

Animal by Neon Trees (Crowley x Reader)  Written By @movielover833

Adore by Jasmine Thompson (Sam x Chuck) Written By @psycho-moose-sammy

Fake it By Seether (Crowley x Reader)   Written By @supernaturalsuniverseinwriting​ 

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If it’s some glitzy glamorous psychedelia you crave, be prepared to fall for the latest sensational jam from fast rising Australian trio Rolls Bayce. Unknown Mortal Orchestra kaleidoscopic soul meets crunchy funking Tame Impala rock on Inside Out, the first glorious single from this band’s forthcoming debut album. Inside Out was recorded with producer Miro Mackie (The John Steel Singers, Babaganouj, Born Joy Dead). Though Inside Out is a propulsive banger, it also has its smooth lilting curves and glossy simmering solos. Rolls Bayce just impressed a whole lot of people with their amazing set at BIGSOUND. I’m ready to watch the buzz over this band balloon manifold as the last months of this year approach and a new year begins. 

Night Moves

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by wewillalwaysenduphere

Dean convinces Sam and Castiel to go on a road trip, because the apocalypse is freaking nigh, and the time to sin is now.
A love song to the road, classic rock, the Impala and most importantly, a fallen angel and his two hunters.

Words: 2475, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of Oh Lord, Heaven knows we belong way down below

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