Here comes Lucifer, here comes Lucifer, Breaking right out of his cage Lilith and Ruby and all his demons Pullin’ him out again Hell is steamin’, people screamin’ Everyone should go say their prayers Hold on wait, Sam jumped into Hell And Lucifer’s back downstairs!
But here comes Crowley, here comes Crowley, Or maybe it is Eve Who is the villain of this season? I don’t know who to believe Cause technically there is Cas too He told hundreds of lies Raphael’s there, and Crowley’s gone And then Sam Campbell dies
Here come Leviathans, here come Leviathans, With their big black goo They were trapped in Purgatory Now they’re gonna eat you Just grab some Borax, board your windows Stay away from politics Then Dean and Cas use their big bad bone And there’s exploding Dick
But here comes Metatron, here comes Metatron, The one that no one likes He is an ass and he tricked poor Cas And made the angels fight Even though he kinda killed Dean The other guys didn’t drop the ball Cause if there’s one thing you should know Team Free Will stops them all
Fanfiction is the madwoman in mainstream culture’s attic, but the attic won’t contain it forever. Writing and reading fanfiction isn’t just something you do; it’s a way of thinking critically about the media you consume, of being aware of all the implicit assumptions that a canonical work carries with it, and of considering the possibility that those assumptions might not be the only way things have to be.
Anne Jamison, Fic: Why Fanfiction is Taking Over the World.
I’m sorry, Dean. I really am — I never wanted to hurt you or anyone. But I swear, even if the word ‘family’ didn’t mean the same thing to me as it did to you way back then… you made growing up in the place we did a little easier. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there, okay? You kept me sane sometimes. You were my only constant friend.
You’ve gotta know, my heaven wouldn’t have been right without you there.
“Why did you leave?” Derek asked him, his voice calm. Which meant he was super-pissed. “If you’re my… guardian angel, why did you leave me?” The words hit Stiles like a punch to the gut, and his wings shrunk into his back, disappearing. He opened his mouth to answer when Lydia cut in. “There’s a war going on. A civil war, in Heaven. We were fighting.”
10 Years Earlier… “Rise and shine kid.” “What happened?” “You sold your soul. Welcome to Hell.” Dean smirked at the kid then wrapped his hand round his shirt to haul him up. “I’m in Hell?” “That is the deal.” Dean started walking away, trusting the kid to follow him, most people did. Nobody wanted to be lost down here. The guy caught up to him and kept in step. “Wait you have to wait, I’m here to find someone.”
Or Stiles sells his soul to find the man he loves and he really doesn’t care where it takes him.
“Yes, he’d wanted freedom from his position as a crossroads dealer, but the pain of losing her – losing Mom – dragged up memories of the years spent on the rack, tortured and broken for nothing but the pleasure of it even as his soul slowly devoured itself and filled the holes with brimstone. The hurt was comparable. “Can you love us?” she’d asked once, and he knew the answer now: yes, yes I can, and I am so fucked.”