so i know where i can find all of the house sigils now

Broken - 12x23 Coda Fic

Summary: He rubs a hand over his face, looking down at the angel again. In reality, he’d known. For a while. I mean, who makes a mixtape for a platonic friend? Of course Castiel hadn’t known the meaning of it, but… it’d made Dean feel better. Like he’d actually expressed himself. Of course he couldn’t do it with words. He’d only ever said those words to his mother in the last… however many years since all this shit started.

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Featherless. Bent. Broken.

Please, Chuck, please come back. I need you to bring him back. I need him.

“You stupid fucking son of a bitch. We told you the plan. We told you. We had it under control. And you waltzed right the fuck in there and got yourself killed. You fucking idiot, Cas. Damn it.” He ignores the breaks in his voice and the tears rolling down his cheeks, opting to focus his eyes on the sky again. He takes a few deep breaths, his eyes fluttering closed after a moment.

He was gone. Castiel was really and truly gone. Of course, it felt like that every time, but this time… This time was different. His wings were burned on the ground around Dean, and Chuck… Chuck flapped off to who knows where with Amara. There was no doubt in Dean’s mind that Chuck wouldn’t be of any help to them.

So this was it. This was the last time. Castiel’s final death. Hardly seemed fitting, him being stabbed in the back by Lucifer. The one problem they’d never managed to take care of. Of course that’s the thing that would come back to bite them in the ass. Things were too good. Mom was back and Cas… Cas was somewhat normal again.

Dean had gotten too happy. That was his mistake. He’d let himself believe after Ketch’s death that they would all come out of this okay. That somehow, they’d all make it back to the bunker and Lucifer would be iced and they could focus on the Nephilim problem. They’d put the Bunker back in order, and Castiel and Mary could move into their rooms permanently. Dean would cook and they would all hunt, and everything would be okay.

He shakes his head at his own foolishness, a broken sob escaping his lips. He’s surprised he can feel anything right now. He’d watched the blade rip through Castiel’s chest, watched Lucifer smirk at him as the lo- as his best friend’s grace burned out and his wings burned into the ground. He lets out a sigh, looking up at the sky again. Fuck it. He’s too damn old for this. Lucifer had smirked at him as the love of his life’s wings had burned into the ground.

He rubs a hand over his face, looking down at the angel again. In reality, he’d known. For a while. I mean, who makes a mixtape for a platonic friend? Of course, Castiel hadn’t known the meaning of it, but… it’d made Dean feel better. Like he’d actually expressed himself. Of course he couldn’t do it with words. He’d only ever said those words to his mother in the last… however many years since all this shit started.

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Anatomy of a spell

When it comes down to spellcasting, I’ve seen a vast number of ways. There are as many types of witchcraft as there are witches, and there are twice as many ways to cast a spell as there are types of witchcraft. Which means a lot. 

So when I wanted to write it down into my Book, I knew I had to find some common ground. I am not going to write a book on it, I just want a note in my journal! That is how I came down to the very basics behind building spells, the very fundaments, the bare bones. The anatomy of a spell.

It does not only help those who write their own spells, but also those who use shared spells - you will be able to know exactly what to expect, what you can alter, and most importantly, how to alter it so it meets your needs.

Because a spell is made out of three things: the what, the how and the who.

What you need to figure out before even starting to think about a spell is what you need it for. Just a “prosperity spell” doesn’t mean too much, does it? Yes, you can make general spells, but the more general it is, the more fuzzy the effect will be.

The what is the intent, and it will determine the ingredients. That’s where correspondences come in, because correspondences are like spirit pictograms, metaphysical sign language. By pulling out cinnamon, basil and pennies, you’re telling the world “I’m going to be talking about prosperity, wealth and success here”. Be mindful that many ingredients have a certain feel next to their correspondence. Both black pepper and eggshells are corresponding with protection, but black pepper is also used in banishings and energy spells - it’s more of a “I’m punching you so go away” protection, while eggshells are more like saying “stay away”. Keep in mind what exactly  you want the world to hear when you communicate in witch-speak.

Then you need to know how you want it to happen. What is it that needs to be done, what kind of spell it’s gonna be. “Prosperity spell” usually means “dragging in prosperity”, but you could also drive prosperity away and the “what” of the spell would still be prosperity.

That’s where you choose how you’re going to speak about things, because just as a question mark at the end of a sentence and intonation can make or break communication (”You’re sure.” vs “You’re sure?”) , so can the way you deal with a spell. Here’s some witchy punctation I’ve gathered so far:

  • candles-> invoking, releasing (activating/setting free), banishing
  • jars-> containing/restraining, prolonging and keeping, attracting continuoesly (better for things that run out and you need to replenish them)
  • charms/enchantments-> invoking, conjuring, keeping (better as gifts, because portable)
  • sigils-> marking as/with, attracting, invoking
  • knots-> binding and uncrossing, attracting and keeping (better for things that are stable and don’t need ‘recharging’)
  • potions/oils-> (type of charm, really)  invoking, conjuring, keeping

Then there is the who, meaning the target. usually spells are either general in target (to whoever stumbles upon the spell), personal, or targeted - that’s where taglocks like poppets, photos or belongings. 

So, back to the example I made. After re-inspecting, it’s not a “prosperity spell” that I need, it’s a “spell to attract money to my home". You choose a jar spell, because you need to attract and keep attracting, because money runs out, and gather the proper ingredients: pennies, green aventurine and some cedar. The spell will be in your home, so no need for a taglock. But how do you put it together now?

Actions that make a spell out of all the parts are also important, because they’re the tonation of the witch speak, and they go hand-in-hand with the type of the spell.

  • To ADD what you speak of-> carve, bathe in, mix, rub, fill
  • To REMOVE-> cut, rip, burn, throw away, sweep
  • To KEEP-> bury, hide, seal, burn (activate), use as intended

So since I want to “ADD AND KEEP” money in my house, I can mix the ingredients, fill the jar with the ingredients, and then seal it and hide in a cabinet. Or I could anoint a candle with cedar oil (rub) and carve a prosperity sigil on it, then burn it to activate the intention, then bury the remains in my yard (keep). Or maybe I could make a potion out of the ingredients (mix), and then drink it (use as intended). 

Doesn’t this make spell-writing hella easier? Because for me, getting a crash-course in witch-speak explained a couple things. 

How to make a Servitor.

Servitors are artificial spirits that are made by the practitioner, and are used to complete tasks, or goals set by the petitioner to help him or her in their life, or magical practice. Before you jump right into creating a servitor there are things you must plan out beforehand. It’s a lot like building a blueprint. You don’t just start making the house before you have a blueprint. Here are the things you’re going to need to think about  before building your very own servitor:

1) Purpose

Everything needs a purpose, and it’s your job to pick your purpose for your servitor. A purpose can be anything. You could want your servitor to protect you, or your family. You could want your servitor to help you pass a test. You could have your servitor torture people in their dreams… You know whatever you want. It is important to give your servitor a purpose, because it is dangerous to make a servitor without a purpose. If your servitor does not have a purpose it may go rogue, and we may have a situation like that Jewish story of  "The Golem of Prague", who goes on a murderous rampage. Once you have your purpose feel free to move on to the next step.

2)Spiritual appearance

Now you must create an appearance for your servitor that it will take on the astral, and etheric planes of existence. It is important to keep in mind when making your servitor’s spiritual appearance that the spiritual appearance should reflect the task that they were assigned to complete. If the servitor is for better communication with your peers, then it’s spiritual appearance shouldn’t be a Azathoth looking creature, but maybe perhaps some type of human or anthropomorphic entity. Besides that the you can create any type of spiritual appearance you would like. Male, female, tall, short it’s up to you. You can even say “f*** it, and I’m making this one a shapeshifter”. So have some fun, and do whatever you would like. You also might want to draw a picture, or get some representation of their form once you decide upon it for later steps in the servitor creation process.


This one’s pretty self-explanatory, and again you can pretty much pick whatever you would like. All we’re going to do is think of some personality traits that you would like your servitor to have, like charming, intelligent, funny, friendly, loyal, etc…  So this one is pretty easy, and now that I think about it I have no idea what happens if you don’t give them a personality. I guess they turn into Kristen Stewart, or something. Anyway pick out your personality traits that you like, and move on to the next step.


You like to eat, so do servitors. Feeding a servitor is a lot like charging a Sigil. and you can use all the same methods in order to feed a servitor in the same way you use to charge a sigil. You can also set up some methods of feeding for the servitor that the servitor can do on their own behalf. You could tell your servitor to feed on something like sunlight, or crystals that you have lying around. Not setting up feeding methods, or not feeding your servitor will result in it going rogue, or it finding its own food sources which may not always be more preferable.


There are some people that say the servitors lifespan should not be very long, but in my experience this has not been a problem. In my experience servitors only act up once they do not have a purpose anymore, or if acting up is programmed into their nature, or if they are not being fed. Life span is very based on purpose. If you want your servitor to help you pass a test, then its lifespan should only be until after the test then it will return back to the energy of source. If you wanted your servitor to protect your property then you would need a lifespan that you can end at any time. So then you would need a phrase, or ritual to end its life when the time comes. This phrase, or ritual would not have to be elaborate. It’s never happened to me before, but being on a system like that one could in theory make the servitor want to have self preservation. You would be the only thing that could kill it. So if they took you out then they could go on living. I don’t know if it happens, or not, but that’s just a theory. A Servitor Theory! Thanks for watching…. <– (Tell me if you get that joke.) I always tell my servitor if they try to harm me or anyone I care about they will be terminated immediately. That’s a good enough safety net I guess let’s move on to the next step.

6)The Housing

Now we need housing to ground the servitor to the physical plane. Housing can be things like a rock, a staff, a doll, something you made out of clay, etc… Servitors by nature do not need housing, but it is better to have a physical representation of them for control, and feeding purposes. Housing can be anything, but I would stay away from certain metals because energy does not flow as good through them as it does other materials. It is also better to have a housing made, or created by you, and your hands. Once you find what housing you would like to use you are ready to go onto the next step.


This one is super simple all you have to do is pick a name for your servitor. Literally can be anything Meaningful, or otherwise. All you have to choose a name, and then you can move on to the next step.

8)Making a Sigil

Now you should make a sigil out of the name of your servitor, or out of the purpose of your servitor. You will use this sigil as a true representation of your servitor. If you do not know how to make a sigil you can always Google it, or you should be able to find it by searching back through my posts.

Once you have your sigil you can draw it, or carve it into your housing for your servitor. This would be recommended, but if you do not want to mark the sigil on the housing you can always put the sigil on a piece of paper, and put it underneath your housing during the “Bringing the servitor to life” step.

9) Bringing the servitor to life

Now we just bring together all the materials that we have gathered thus far into a ritual. First thing you’ll want to do is cleanse the area. This can be done through any cleansing method such as the Lesser banishing ritual, smudging, or clap cleansing. Next you’re going to want to cast a circle or use some other form of protection technique. Then you’re going to want to start charging your housing, and your sigil through any form of charging method. Now you’re going to want to enter a Gnostic state of consciousness where you can strongly in vision the energy that you are manipulating. Close your eyes, and in your mind’s eye begin to mold the energy into the spiritual appearance of your servitor. Strongly visualize every little detail of your servitor’s being. Then breathe life into your servitor by just intending for the energy to be alive and to be conscious. Once you have molded your energy into the spiritual appearance of your servitor, then in your head, or out loud call to the servitor. Tell the servitor it’s name, it’s purpose, it’s personality, it’s feeding methods, and it’s lifespan. More focus, and intention you use to create the servitor more put together the servitor will be. Now your servitor is done, and it is alive. Undo your circle, and before you send out your servitor for the task you want them to complete I usually wait one day, and feed my servitor a couple times. I find when I first create a servitor it is incredibly weak so I gave it one day to become a little bit stronger before it starts its task.

Dropping By (5/5)

Helping hunters with research and patching them up brings them to your house at all hours of the day & night. But what happens when your close friends , the Winchesters, are the ones showing up? What happens when a certain Winchester crawls into bed with you ?
 Warnings : swearing, flirting, slight smut.

Pairings :  Dean x reader

2 weeks later..

    You’ve been staying with Jody and the girls since that night, you drove through the night to Sioux falls . When you arrived at her house,  you both try to figure out how the demons found you,and why. The only logical explanation you came up with was that they were associated with the hunter you helped out the night before.  They must have outed you to the demons.  You cant seem to figure out why though . You’ve had your house warded so strongly, Castiel couldn’t even find it until you gave him your location. So how did they?  You’ve spent the last two weeks helping Jody around the house,and spending time with the girls.  Jody requested you keep an eye on Claire, she’s still hung up on being a hunter.  You do as  she asks,  when Claire brings cases to you , you look them over, but find the flaw , showing her it isn’t really a case. 

   As you lay on your bed, Claire comes in, laying down next to you. It’s silent for a while, until Claire speaks up,“   Why havent you gone back to your house? Not saying I want you to leave, but isnt you life there? Your clothes, the lore books. I know you’re going crazy sitting around here.”

Shes not wrong, I am starting to go stir crazy .

" Honestly, im scared. I’ve never been in the physical part of hunting, only the research . You’re right though, I need to go back . Atleast to get my things."  You stand up , grabbing your keys off and phone off your night stand.

Claire follows you down the stairs to Jody ,“ I didnt mean right now Y/n !” She says from behind you . Jody looks up , raising her eyebrow at you  

  “ I’m going to head back home, grab some things. Ill be back .I’ll be back on the road before its dark .” You kiss her on the cheek, then Claire ,and try to head out before she can stop you .

 “ Y/n wait !” Jody is only a couple steps behind you . 

 “ Jody , its safer to do it during the day! “

“ let me come with!” 

  “ You have work J . I can do this. Ill call you when I get there!” You hop in your car, starting on our journey back home.

You finally pull into your home, you didnt really realize just how homesick you really were. You love being with Jody and the girls, but that isnt your home. 

 As you get step onto your porch , you glance around, checking your surroundings . When the coast is clear, you head inside. It looks the exact same as you left it. You immediately go to the sigil hidden behind your mirror in the entrance. You scratch out the symbol that blocks angels from finding you . Just in case.

  You fly around your house, grabbing clothes and shoving them in a duffel, then filling another bag with lore books. The suns about to set, so you begin heading out. When you open your front door, you come face to face with a man . He was taller than you, slicked back brown hair and big brown eyes. A sickening grin forms on his face. I was so close. 

“Finally , you came home. We’ve been waiting.”  You slam your door shut, Thank God for the devils traps all over.

  He starts banging on the door, you also begin hearing banging coming from your back door.  “ You can’t hide forever sweetheart.”

 “ What do you want from me?” you yell back

 “ Your little hunter friend outted you in attempt to save his own ass. The last thing any of us need is someone supplying hunters with information to kill us. So , you see I can’t let you go”

  Fear overtakes your body . They arent going to let me go . You take a deep breath, close your eyes and pray to Cas.

Cas, im in a little bit of tight spot here. Please help me.

 You hear the tell tale sound of wings fluttering, opening your eyes you see Cas standing right infront of you .

  “ I dont think i’ve ever been happier to see you” you breath out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. You’ve met Cas a couple times while you were with the boys, he instantly won a place in your heart. You could see how much he cared for the Winchesters, just like you do .

  Cas returns the hug, “ Why are there demons outside your home Y/n?” He asks concerned.

You pull away and pick your bags back up . “ A hunter tried to save himself by outing me aparantly, and now they want me dead .I just came to grab some things and then head out.”

  “ This isn’t the first time they’ve been here has it?”

  “ No , it was about two weeks ago , i’ve been staying at -” You’re cut off by him transporting you out of your house. You look around your new surroundings, not recognizing where you were. It looks like a war room, theres a giant table with a map as the top. Chairs circling around it. “ Cas where the hell did you take me? I just wanted you poof me back to Jody’s !” you half yell. Before he answers ,another voice appears.

“ y/n?” Oh hell. Thanks a lot Castiel.

“ You are welcome” He answers, you send him a glare. You forget he can hear thoughts sometimes. You turn and face Sam , a tight smile on your face.

 “ Hey Sammy” You say awkardly as you swing your bags back and forth .

“ What are you doing here ? Is something wrong ?” You sigh , tossing your bags onto a nearby chair.

  “ Noo.. I was just stopping by for a visit !”you try to play it off, He’s going to kill me for not telling him.

“ He will not kill you Y/n , Sam deeply cares about you .”Sam sends you a “what are you hiding look”

“ Who does Sammy deeply care about?” Son of a bitch.

Dean comes strolling in the room ,beer in hand. His eyes widen when he sees you . You don’t say anything , not even hello .

“ Well Y/n, what’s going on?” Sam questions , his arms crossed over his chest,and he is sending you his classic bitch face.

Castiel speaks for you ,“ Two weeks ago demons showed up outside her house, a hunter told themof her in hopes of saving his own life.She’s been staying with Jody ,until today she went back to retrieve some of her things and they reappeared. She called me , and I brought her here. I thought that would be best .” He sends you a soft smile, that you return to him. You can’t even be mad at Cas, he was only trying to help. He flutters away , before anyone says anything. You look between the boys, both giving you disapproving looks. 

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“ Oh shut up, I handled it. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get back to Jody .” You go for your phone, ready to call Jody and see if her or Claire will come get you 

“ Oh no Sweetheart, you’re not getting out of this conversation.” Dean grabs your phone out of you hand. You send him an annoyed glare, “ Dean im fine, its dealt with . ““ You’re not going back to Jodys Y/n .” Sam spoke up  Well this is going to go well.

“ And why the hell not?” Annoyance clear in your tone.

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 “ What if they trace you back to Sioux Falls? Huh? You want to risk putting Jody and the girls in even more danger than you already have?” Your face falls, How did I not think of that .

Dean aggressively places your phone on the table, making you flinch. “ Damn it Y/n ,why wouldnt you just call us !” He roared. You shrunk even more ,

  “ Because I didnt need you to play hero ! I thought I had this covered !”

“ Well you didnt! Now you’re going to stay here until this is taken care of, dont even fucking argue.” He storms out of the room , leaving you standing there, tears about to spill over to your cheeks.

  Sam walks over to you , pulling you into a hug. “ Why didn’t you really call us Y/n, no crap about having this handled.” You sigh , How can he even tell when im lieing.

“ After you guys left, you’re the only one that called me Sam. Dean didn’t even try to contact me. I figured he wanted to forget about being at my house. So I didnt want to drag your guys back to me.” You say , barely above a whisper     

  Sam doesn’t respond, but Dean does.” Sam , can you give us a minute.“ his voice doesn’t have any hint of hostilly, or anger left in it . But it isn’t exactly a friendly tone either. Sam kisses the top of you head, then leaves the room. Dean sits in one of the chairs around the table, he’s tapping his finger against the table.  Here comes there rejection speech . I should of just stayed at Jodys, none of this would be happening. I didn’t even need my crap anyway  .

   It feels like forever before he speaks, but when he does his voice is softer than you expect. ” Is that really why you didn’t call us for help? You thought I wanted to forget about what happened? “ He’s staring at you while you keep your gaze on the floor.

"  Your mood completely flipped when you left,  you went from not wanting to leave to, ’ get me the hell out of here ’ within minutes Dean . Your brother is the one that was calling me, not you . So my fucking bad that I assumed it was just something to pass your time with ” it comes out cold, no other emotion besides anger running through you  . You hear him scoff as he stands from the chair. He makes his way infront of you , stopping barely 2 inches away from you. You stand your ground, not letting him intimidate you .

 " You think  you have me figured out don’t you? I was already attached to you before we spent the week at your house, I always felt something for you , but I wasn’t sure what it was. And I didn’t need to know since we only saw you once in a while. Spending that week with you , made me even more attached to you. Having you sleep in my arms, waking up next to you , just being near you made things feel semi normal . Do you know how dangerous it is to be associated with  a hunter, let alone a Winchester!? Everyone we care for dies ,Y/n . I couldn’t have that happen to you .I realized that when  I had to push myself to leave you . That’s why I didn’t call. I knew you were okay , Sam would tell me. But this, “ he signals between the two of you , ” can’t happen. I wont let it . I can’t lose you like I lost everyone else. No matter how much I love you .“ As the words slip out of his mouth , his eyes widen.

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  Did he just …. but then he said we cant… why is Dean Winchester so complicated.

   The air is thick between the two of you , both in shock of Deans words.

 ” You .. you love me?“ You finally manage to squeak out. You look up and see him looking anywhere but your face. You lift your hand to his face, guiding his eyes to yours.

 ” I’m not saying it again.  “ He turns, grabs your bags off the chair & starts to walk away .  You can feel your heart about to beat out of you chest.He says he cant be with me, so why am I staying?

 You follow behind him, he leads you to an empty room. It was bigger than the one you stayed in at Jody’s, it had a normal size closet and two nightstands next to the bed. The bed was quite big, reminding you of your own bed at home.I just want to go home.

  Dean drops your bags on the bed, and goes to leave.Oh no you don’t Winchester.

    You grab his wrist, spinning him around to face you . You move your hands to fist in his red flannel, and pull his lips to yours. He doesn’t push you away , instead his hands grab onto your waist, pulling you closer. Your lips are molded to his in a heated , fast kiss. He nips on your bottom lip, making you moan . His hands entangle in your hair, bringing your lips tighter against his. The kiss is frantic, but perfect. You can feel a tingle wave through your body . Deans hands land behind your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist.You can feel his erection press against your heated core, making another moan erupt from your mouth. Dean begins kissing every part of you neck he can reach and he slams your back against the nearest wall. You begin grinding yourself down on his bulge, pulling a groan from him. 

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 He removes your back from the wall, proceeding to drop you onto the bed. You land with a bounce, a shocked gasp escapes your mouth . You look at Dean , his eyes glazing over with what you assume to be lust. He moves to hover over you , his lips right above yours as his body pins you to the bed.

 ” I mean what I said Y/n , we can’t .“ He starts to move away from you .

"Oh I don’t think so Dean .” You lock your legs around his waist before he moves any farther. You quickly flip the both of you so now Deans on his back. His eyes are wide, and he’s about to protest, but you beat him to it .

“ You don’t get to make this decision for me . I get you don’t want me in danger, but guess what? I already have a fucking target on my back ,and surprise, its not because of a Winchester . No one is safe when they have anything to do with hunting. Regardless if they are physically killing things, or doing the research . So get it through your thick skull Dean Winchester, I love you . And I’m not letting you push me away because you’re being a big fucking baby .” you’re out of breath by the time you finish your speech . Deans staring up at you , hands resting on your waist, his lips slightly parted.  His breathing is heavy , but so if yours. You stay straddling him for a few minutes, before the silence ends.

 " You love me?“ he asks timidly . You let out a laugh , shaking your head.

 ” You’re just processing that now? Yes D, I love you . If you don’t want to be with me for a different reason than my safety, tell me . But if that is the main reason, then you’re out of luck, because I’m not accepting it. “ A dazzling smile appears on his face, making you raise your eyebrow at him . He then turns the tables, flipping you so you’re beneath him now. He is back hovering over you, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you this time. His lips are soft against yours, completely different than previous kisses from today . His lips slowly move with yours, he slowly traces your bottom lip with his tongue, you part you lips, letting his tongue tangle with yours.

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Your fingers interlock in his hair, pulling him deeper in to your lips. He moves his lips from yours, beginning to trail kisses from underneath your ear down to the collar of your shirt. He leans back , and you take the cue to take your shirt off. He mimics your actions, stripping his layers off. You both take a minute to look at eachother , then continue taking the rest of each others clothing off.  In a matter minutes, you’re both completely naked, and Deans lips are back on yours. He gives you a quick kiss, then moves his lips lower. Slowly dragging them down your neck , to your breasts. He wraps his lips around your hardened peak ,while his hand tweaks your other one. He swirls his tongue around the bud, making you let out a string of moans. He switches boobs, but slides his hand down your body , finally ending up on your clit. Your aching your back into him as he sucks at your chest, and circles a finger around your clit.

” Dean , please .“ You whine  He picks his head up, releasing your nipple with a pop, giving you a  mischievous smirk .  He moves himself down your body , until hes right infront of your core. You move your hands to his hair, as he licks through your soaking folds.

 ” You’re soaked Sweetheart, is this all because of me?“ He asks as he presses down on your clit with his thumb. You whimper and nod, causing him to chuckle. He dives his head back down, and sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth . Your grip tightens on his hair as you moan his name.

” Dean please,  I need you inside me. Do this another time !“ you beg. He smiles, pulling himself back up and planting a lingering kiss on your lips. You reach down, taking his hard length in your hand. You begin to guide it to your entrance, he takes control, and pushes into you. It’s uncomfortable at first, but you adjust to his impressive size quickly. As he starts moving slowly, thrusting slowly but still deep. You rake your nails down his back ,as moans fly out of you . He keeps a slow steady pace, but you want more.

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” Dean please, go faster “ you whimper out. He does as you ask ,and begins slamming into you. The sounds coming out of you are obscene, but you can tell Dean enjoys them. He switches positions,  so your legs are spread open to him while hes on his knees. He grips onto your hips, beginning to pound into you even harder. ” Oh my God. Dean “  you breath out, you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge.  You hear Dean grunt, he slides is hand from your hip to you clit, pulling his thumb in tight circles against it. You feel yourself tightening around his cock as his thrust become sloppy. ” Come on D, cum for me. “ You whisper as he slams into you particularly hard. His thrust throws you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Dean finishes at the same time, moans of pleasure leaving both of you.  He rolls himself off you , pulling you into his side as he adjusts himself. You’re chests are both still heaving.

” So- I guess the games over now, huh?“  You ask as you trace circles over his bare stomach. He lets out a laugh , and kisses your forehead.

” Yeah I guess it is. Now we just get to go straight to the good part sweetheart". you laugh

“ Dean , I love you.” You say suddenly. He tilts your face up to his, a smile beaming at you

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“ I love you too "  He goes to kiss you again , but a knock at the door stops him .

” Are you two done now? “ You hear Sam’s sass through the door. You both laugh , and get out of bed. You throw on the flannel Dean had on , and pull up your sweats.  Dean opens the door as he pulls his shirt on , Sam’s got a blush on his face as he rubs the back of his neck.

” You okay there Sammy? “ Dean asks with a laugh , ” Whats up?“

Sam clears his throat  before talking, ” I called Crowley , had him look into the demons that showed up at Y/n’s. He said he took care of it . Everything should be clear. “ You feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.  But what happens now? I don’t l think I can leave Dean now…

” Well that’s great ! Now we can go get the rest of y/n’s stuff. “ You and Sam both snap you eyes to Dean sending him confused looks.

” You don’t think you’re going back there now that demons know where you live , do you? Because that’s not happening. You’re staying here with us. “

 You cant control the smile that forms on your lips. ” Dean Winchester, are you asking me to move in the Bunker?“ You ask slowly but playful .

 ” Not asking, it’s happening Sweetheart. “ He pulls you to his side, planting a kiss on your head.

 thank God for that damn Game.

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How I do Spells

As promised, @luna-aurora

How I make and do spells depends on the purpose of the spell, so I start with that. Usually an idea for a spell comes from a desire I have or a problem I want to solve. Sometimes I see someone else posting a spell and if it’s applicable to me, I’ll do my own version of it. But more often than not, I try to make spells up on my own. 

So step 1: purpose 

Next I’ll go looking all over the internet for herbal, crystal, color, planetary, elemental, and other magical correspondences with that purpose. For instance, I might include Jovian, Earth elemental, and green ingredients for a money spell. The Earth element is often associated with materialism, Jupiter is often associated with prosperity, luck, and excess, and, well, paper money where I live is green. You could include anything you’re interested in into your craft. So I compile a huge list, usually just copy pasting everything into a Word document or whatever, I’m not going to write it all down just yet. 

So step 2: compile a huge list of possible ingredients

Well chances are, I can’t get all of these ingredients. Maybe they aren’t accessible to me in my location, maybe they’re more than I can afford, maybe I just don’t feel like using anything I don’t already have in the house, or maybe I disagree with the correspondence/association. For instance, cinnamon is sometimes used to draw in money and prosperity, but that’s not how cinnamon *feels* to me. I think of cinnamon as relating more to passion, warmth, and happiness. When I think of cinnamon, I think of a spicy, autumn feeling. I don’t associate autumn with prosperity because autumn is right before winter, a time when the Earth is at her least prosperous. So go with what you feel is right. This is your spell, your craft, make it your own. 

So step 3: narrow it down to a smaller list of ingredients you plan on actually using

Ok now what? I’ve written down a list of my herbs, crystals, candles, incense, planetary, elemental, and color associations, or whatever you want to use. But they aren’t going to do quite as much just all on their own. Most of witchcraft comes from your intent. In fact, extra ingredients aren’t necessary at all. If you’re in a quick fix, just meditate. Send out your will into the Universe with confidence. But additions help too. Plus actually physically doing something adds to the spell more than just thinking will. This can mean simply thinking and speaking, singing, moving, or dancing if that’s all you’ve got. This can certainly be enough because it still combines the metaphysical (thought or meditation) with the physical (action and/or actual physical ingredients) for optimal results. Other physical actions and ingredients I do include gathering crystals, grinding up herbs, using incense, lighting candles, burning sigils, sipping tea, and so on. The more I want the spell to work the more I will do. This is true with most anything, the more you want it the more you’re willing to work for it. 

So step 4: combine intentions with action into your spell 

You may also want to have some pre-spell and post-spell rituals. My pre-spell ritual is just lighting a candle and meditating, and my post-spell ritual is just ending it with something along the lines of “So it shall be” and blowing out the candle. I’ve recently heard from some people you’re not supposed to blow out candles, but I still do. You don’t have to listen to anyone’s witchcraft or magical suggestions if you don’t want to. You don’t have to have pre- or post-spell rituals, but I do it because it helps me get “in the mood” for doing magic. It’s my way of ensuring I’ve got my inner Witch Mode turned On. Basically, it helps me focus on the spell when starting, and feel alright about no longer focusing on the spell when I’m done with it. The magic you infused into the spell will keep working after you’ve finished the spell, and your subconscious will also keep working towards the goal of the spell after it’s over. You and the Universe will now work together to achieve your desires and fix your problems. I love how empowering witchcraft is! 

So step 4b: do any pre- and/or post-spell rituals if desired

And that’s all there is to it! I hope this isn’t too vague but I wanted to stay away from a strict and specific list of what to do so you could really make this your own.

Also, from my personal experience, I suggest not to expect any results about the spell. This probably sounds counterintuitive, but in my experience, when I consciously search for ways in which my spell might have been successful, it never seems enough. It’s almost like my conscious mind is intervening in the work my subconscious mind is doing. If I don’t have any expectations whatsoever, if I don’t expect the spell to work and I don’t expect the spell to fail, I find I’m more likely to be pleasantly surprised by the outcome. 

Good luck, hope this helps, and let me know how it goes if you tried anything from here! :D

If you’re interested, here’s my sigil making and using “tutorial” as well 


1. This is just how I do spells. Don’t like it? Don’t do it that way. Feel free to omit or substitute any ingredient or technique. Disagree with my method? Let me know! I’m still learning and growing and I’d love to hear what you think as well, but please be kind. Any other questions/comments/concerns? Throw that in my ask box! Or message me privately, whichever you prefer. 

2. If you are doing any sort of magic to help with a mental and/or physical health problem, please speak with a doctor or psychologist first. Do not do a spell, drink an herbal tea, or really anything magical in place of taking your medication or listening to your doctor. This is only meant to be in addition to, not as a replacement or substitute for, professional/medical advice. Talk to your doctor also if you have any concerns about touching, ingesting, or inhaling any herbs because of any possible medical conditions you may have, including if you are pregnant or nursing. 

3. No spell or any other form of magic is going to work if everything else you do contradicts it. If you do a spell to get a job but don’t put in any applications, you can’t expect to get a job. If you do a spell to lose weight but don’t change the quality and quantity of what you’re eating, you can’t expect to lose weight. Magic just doesn’t work that way.

Adventure Family House - Little Details Pt. 2

It’s time for more of me over-analysing the Drake-Fisher family home!

Nate and Elena’s First House || Part One 

The license plate on their jeep is a callback to the year Naughty Dog was founded! Neat!

The mysterious wilderness beyond their house - Cassie makes a comment about her parents “maybe going to the store” on her quest to find them (they were just boning in bushes tho), so does that mean they’re possibly just a five minute walk from a town? Or do they have to drive to get there? Who Knows, Not I

I love the continual underlining of their compact family trio with little set-ups like this - three chairs at the dinner table, three surf boards stacked outside, three muskoka chairs around the fire pit. 

This is also really telling of their family dynamic, I think - they obviously spend a lot of leisure time together and enjoy one another’s company. Cassie is likely treated as an equal, not a child they have to command or heel, and in some ways that’s kinda how Sully always treated Nate? He was obviously a kid, but Sully taught him how to shoot and run jobs and didn’t shy away from showing him Adult Stuff. Sully was always straight with him.

So now it comes full circle with Cassie. Nate doesn’t know how to be a dad, and doesn’t want to be his father, so he only does what he knows how to do - be like Sully (minus the smoking and the crime).

Elena and Cassie are also likely very close, and have lots of quality mom-daughter bonding. The corny “my mom is my best friend” line would ring true for Cassie, and I’m sure Elena is over the moon about having her child as such a close and trusted confidant and friend.

they are literally a family out of an ikea catalogue. fucking tiki drinking glasses. i am thriving

fish!! everywhere!! swimming and having fun!!

I see Elena is making sure her husband eats lots of pineapples  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Nate wears a pirate hat 106% of the time when driving their boat

I bet you Cassie has a tiny hideout on this island where she keeps any cool stones or sea glass she finds. Her own pirate island to command and conquer and build blanket forts on. Libertalia Lite™

ND for the love of holy christ tell us where they live. Is it Florida? Hawai’i? Morocco? California? where (I am not a rockologist so science side of tumblr please tell me where you would find these kinds of rock formations)

I don’t have anything insightful to say about this picture. It’s just a cool thing on the side of their house. ~quality commentary~

conspiracy theory beautiful minds board! I bet Cassie writes “Cassie is da best” and draws butts on there and shit like that when her parents aren’t looking.

I’m picturing Nate and Elena wearing lab coats and safety goggles doing this stuff. Judging by the coke cans on the table, they work long into the night and Nate finally discovers what it feels like to be a university student.

their beloved accomplishment wall. They’re even on the cover of Archaeology Now, a magazine Nate and Elena had multiple issues of lying around their first home. 

im sorry i just,,, i have to take a minute


ur grandmas would be so goddamn proud of u cassie. I bet nate is VERY EMOTIONAL about his daughter being on the cover of a magazine that likely took up space on his mother’s desk as a child.

i am going to hire nate and elena to do my interior decorating because w o w i am so in love with all of this

Schaefer’s necklace + photo of Tenzin’s village!! 

Cassie knows Avery’s sigil, and given Nate’s huuuuuge reluctance to tell his daughter anything about his past, im gonna bet Sam told Cassie all about the pirates of Libertalia.

nate… my guy… do u seriously have a picture of the rub’ al khali desert saved in ur adventure closet

????????? u almost died dude

Nate has his mother’s handwriting ;____;

ah yes, cassie. you are holding a rare photo of both your parents in a time period where they have not done the dance with no pants. truly a vintage rarity in this day and age

boy what the

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(also observe: Dad Ankles™)

i could literally die right now and i would not regret it because these old wrinkly lovelies have graced my presence and i am truly at peace

Well that’s the full two dollar tour! Hope you all enjoyed! this was super fun to do, and I might do other stuff like the orphanage or the prison at some point!

The Contest Part 13- FINISHED VERSION

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N:  My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, @oriona75 . So I’m actually telling two stories here, Jared and Y/N’s, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Cliff, Emily (OC) other Supernatural cast and crew

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Dr. Jenkins came running up to the set.  Emily had regained consciousness but was very disoriented.  I was holding her hand and talking to her softly to try to keep her calm.  He knew I was a nurse so he asked me to give him a report.  I kept it brief.  “She’s 37 weeks pregnant.  Gestational diabetes.  Started seizing.  I tested her sugar, it was 500.  She told me her blood  pressure has been running high lately.”

The EMT’s had arrived and Dr. Jenkins filled them in.  We all stood around while they did a quick assessment.  Jared came up next to me and held my hand while we waited.  They loaded Emily on to the gurney in preparation to take her to the hospital.

“Do you need someone to go with her?  I’ll go.” I told them.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but we have to get this episode in the can today.  You still have scenes to shoot.  Dr. Jenkins can go with Emily.” Phil said.

I opened my mouth to protest, but a warning elbow in the ribs from Nikki made me shut it. Oh yeah. I’m not a nurse now, I’m an actress.  The show comes first.  I flashed Phil a smile.  “No problem, Phil.  I understand, the show must go on.”

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Trash witch tips GO

Presented in no particular order with very few rules. These are suggestions and ideas! There is no “school” of trash witchcraft and you can combine it with all sorts of other workings and traditions. Trash witchcraft is all about having a good time and changing the very nature of reality with something you picked up on the way to the bus stop.

What is “trash?” Well, it’s all relative, isn’t it? I think of trash as “stuff someone is no longer using that’s been left somewhere I can get to it.” My trash witchcraft focuses on getting use out of items people thought were useless, and making beautiful things out of what’s been written off as refuse. I’ve also found trash contains things that are unique to it - energies and thoughts from previous possessors, energies of being reused and recycled, energies of BEING trash, entropy, death, life, perseverance, marginalization, chaos, and a strange kind of peaceful order. Just depends on what you find!

Getting Trash

  • Recycle! Save your drink cups and straws and even straw papers.
  • Some low-income hipster/artist areas have “free” boxes on the corner that you can pick amazing stuff out of
  • Thrift stores are great places to buy trash for cheap! It’s usually some pretty good trash, too.
  • Library free book piles, they get a lot of useless donations. Books are sacred on some levels but do not be afraid to rip apart a book on how to use 2005 Microsoft Encarta and turn it into a Sharpie Grimoire. You’re giving it more life than it ever had.
  • You’re gonna look at the ground a lot. You’re gonna look at soda can tabs in new ways.
  • Loose/broken cassette tape used to be common on roadsides but not anymore; you can usually get tapes for something like $1 apiece at a thrift store if you don’t want to wait. The tape inside is useful for all sorts of things, same with VHS tapes!
  • Discarded roadside CDs tho.
  • Rocks aren’t trash but you’ll start finding them if you look at the ground long enough! Even some stuff that’s kinda valuable. Get a rockhounding book and start finding even more treasure!
  • Asphalt and other manmade rock chunks are abundant because roads and sidewalks are constantly being repaired.
  • Near construction you may even find rebar, screws, etc.
  • Dirt is useful. Different kinds of dirt is useful different ways.
  • All sorts of interesting weird bits of metal and glass and plastic!
  • Discarded lighters, some of which still work!
  • Free matchbooks in bars, plus lemons and nuts and cocktail picks.
  • B O T T L E S
  • You will likely find some money even if it’s a bit of change. Spend it or save it for spell stuff (or just because you’re wise).
  • Animal bits are everywhere really.
  • U-Pick/Pick-n-Save/U-Pull-It type car lots will let you go into their broken down/wreckt car lot and pull anything off of vehicles for flat fees and it’s quite cheap.
  • Craigslist: for people who want to take other people’s junk away for them.
  • Freecycle-type trade groups and dumpster diver groups are good places to start on both practices, give em a google.
  • Watch the animals around and see if they lead you to something interesting.

What it’s useful for

  • Anything that has been run over or left on a road long enough has been charged with the energies of the roads. The energy might change depending on the type of road, a slow rural dirt lane will have a different feel than busy urban blacktop.
  • Even empty cups are useful for a jar replacement, especially temporary spells.
  • Straws can be used to build lattices, mock-structures (build a house out of straws and blow it down!), can even be used as temp wands.
  • Straw papers can be braided or written on and then wrapped around things for a binding spell or wish spell. For instance write a wish, wrap the straw paper around the straw, blow through it to charge.
  • Write a spell on the paper of a wrapped straw, then tear open one end and blow through the straw to launch the paper and spell!
  • A cocktail sword is now your tiny ritual knife. Rejoice.
  • Logo/corporate magic: you can use discarded items with a company’s logo with it to draw upon that company for help or even attack it. Use the money attached to the Starbucks brand to make a Starbucks cup the focus of a money jar spell, etc. Or just curse Blockbuster. Oh wait, too late.
  • Glass that changes the light (curved, warped etc) can be used for magnification or focus spells. Colors of glass can add certain aspects depending on how you associate colors. Green is commonly associated with money; there’s lots of green glass out there since it’s a common drink bottle color!
  • All your tiny metal/glass/concrete bits are great jingles for a spell jar that should be shaken, or even a jar bell just for making noise.
  • Flatter lighter shiny clinky bits can be tied up on a frame as a wind chime, gathering wind energy or just being decorative. Add string/knotwork if you want! Great to do with found silverware.
  • A chunk of a place helps call up the presence of that place or draw on the energy of that place or influence that place. This applies to dirt, rocks, roads, concrete, bricks, asphalt, etc. Get macro (a whole city) or micro (this corner of the street) but either way, tap that!
  • Pendant materials abound if you look in the right places, especially if you know how to wire-wrap a weird chunk of chrome.
  • Broken window glass to shatter illusions, break defenses, and expose lies.
  • Broken mirror for scrying mirrors or defensive traps.
  • The right rocks can be used to draw on concrete in lieu of chalk, do a scratch test.
  • Mark the corners of your neighborhood or yard with innocuous, tiny bits of rocks and other things that aren’t likely to be picked up. Even just arbitrarily moving bits of stuff around helps increase your sovereignty over a location. Be aware of who else might control the area though!
  • Trash is useful for shadow work. Find a trash object that you can meditate on or use for an energy focus. A lot of feelings can resonate with trash - the feeling of BEING trash, being discarded or used, being broken. These can be focused on for catharsis or for calm. Walk through the life of this trash item, empathize with its journey, see where its journey parallels yours. Give it a new home if you’ve found some part of yourself you’re reclaiming (a lot of “trash” is actually worth keeping and was mistakenly devalued!); if you’ve found parts of yourself to let go and move on from then throw them away with the object.
  • This can also be a focus for luck or serendipity workings - do a working to find something precious, then do a trash hunt and see what comes up!

Collect safely!

  • Broken glass and sharp metal bits ABOUND in the places where the best trash is. So you’ll want good gloves and I suggest keeping your tetanus shot up to date.
  • Depending on what you’re doing, eyewear may be good too, and I’d wear tough jeans and a shirt you won’t mind getting snagged.
  • Watch where you hunt trash. Some other people may be trying to get returnable bottles or metal for money; I suggest just giving them right of way.
  • People and animals are unpredictable so only work with those you trust and know the rules for if you’re out of your element.
  • Sometimes places with interesting trash are already occupied by belligerent spirit entities who are keeping that as their hoard. Only approach if you’re willing to bargain fairly or otherwise if you’re willing to fight the entity. (I suggest bargaining or leaving. Remember, it’s just trash.)
  • Look, if you pick anything up that’s squishy keep some hand sanitizer on you and some resealable bags.
  • Actually resealable bags are a good idea anyway, stay organized! Label with date/place if you like to draw on specific associations.
  • Add sigils or cleaning/sealing spells to your bags to keep newly-collected materials from causing spiritual/magical problems before you have a chance to take them home and deal with them. If you have an on-the-go cleanse spell then that’s important to use, but sometimes an extra layer helps for really gunky stuff, and trash tends to have a history attached to it.
  • Animal parts - please do some research before you collect so you know how to safely do it and preserve things without violating the Migratory Bird Act and other local laws. There are a lot of “vulture culture” people on tumblr alone, see if you can talk to someone who works with animal spirits so you’ll know how to respectfully harvest materials.
  • If it looks too nasty to touch or reach for or get to, let it go. It’s just trash.
  • Remember that rooting through other people’s trash that’s part of their property is technically crime and a theft. Be aware of when you are trespassing.

Add some stuff! Be trashy with me!

Shurley’s Surprise - 12x23 Coda Fic

Summary:  He shakes his head at his own foolishness, a broken sob escaping his lips. He’s surprised he can feel anything right now. He’d watched the blade rip through Castiel’s chest, watched Lucifer smirk at him as the lo- as his best friend’s grace burned out and his wings burned into the ground. He lets out a sigh, looking up at the sky again. Fuck it. He’s too damn old for this. Lucifer had smirked at him as the love of his life’s wings had burned into the ground.

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Featherless. Bent. Broken.

Please, Chuck, please come back. I need you to bring him back. I need him.

“You stupid fucking son of a bitch. We told you the plan. We told you. We had it under control. And you waltzed right the fuck in there and got yourself killed. You fucking idiot, Cas. Damn it.” He ignores the breaks in his voice and the tears rolling down his cheeks, opting to focus his eyes on the sky again. He takes a few deep breaths, his eyes fluttering closed after a moment.

He was gone. Castiel was really and truly gone. Of course, it felt like that every time, but this time… This time was different. His wings were burned on the ground around Dean, and Chuck… Chuck flapped off to who knows where with Amara. There was no doubt in Dean’s mind that Chuck wouldn’t be of any help to them.

So this was it. This was the last time. Castiel’s final death. Hardly seemed fitting, him being stabbed in the back by Lucifer. The one problem they’d never managed to take care of. Of course that’s the thing that would come back to bite them in the ass. Things were too good. Mom was back and Cas… Cas was somewhat normal again.

Dean had gotten too happy. That was his mistake. He’d let himself believe after Ketch’s death that they would all come out of this okay. That somehow, they’d all make it back to the bunker and Lucifer would be iced and they could focus on the Nephilim problem. They’d put the Bunker back in order, and Castiel and Mary could move into their rooms permanently. Dean would cook and they would all hunt, and everything would be okay.

He shakes his head at his own foolishness, a broken sob escaping his lips. He’s surprised he can feel anything right now. He’d watched the blade rip through Castiel’s chest, watched Lucifer smirk at him as the lo- as his best friend’s grace burned out and his wings burned into the ground. He lets out a sigh, looking up at the sky again. Fuck it. He’s too damn old for this. Lucifer had smirked at him as the love of his life’s wings had burned into the ground.

He rubs a hand over his face, looking down at the angel again. In reality, he’d known. For a while. I mean, who makes a mixtape for a platonic friend? Of course, Castiel hadn’t known the meaning of it, but… it’d made Dean feel better. Like he’d actually expressed himself. Of course he couldn’t do it with words. He’d only ever said those words to his mother in the last… however many years since all this shit started.

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Stark!reader x Aegon...

Word Count: 1,909

Warning: None

((I hope you like it! I LOVE it! My Targaryen feels are even greater now though so…oops? Lol))

They found you in the woods of the Stormlands after taking Griffin’s Roost. There was a war raging throughout ALL of Westeros, and so they had been able to land and secure the Stormlands for their own before any of the five kings could stop them. Where there was five, there was now six with the long lost son of Prince Rhaegar, Aegon the Sixth of his name, being yet another claimant to the throne.

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In The Flesh 4

Pairing: Casifer x Reader

Summary: Reader flees and attempts to hide from the Devil that is still in disguise of Castiel but there is no hiding from the Devil. Especially when they Winchester’s believe him to be their best friend and trusty Angel.

Word Count: 3,943

Warnings: Language, oral (reader receiving), Casifer teasing the Reader, Possessive!Casifer, gonna put trigger as a warning just in case because Casifer ends up “burning off a tattooed sigil on the Reader” so please don’t read if it will upset you!

A/N: you will notice something strange in this chapter but know that it is meant to be that way and it is not at all random. You will find out more about it in the next chapter.


It almost scared you how much you slept. Maybe it was because you felt you had no other option or it was just that the bed was so damn comfy. Either way your comfort and your situation didn’t stop you from jumping into almost a damn full on panic attack. Your heart beat was echoing in your eardrums and you knew something was coming. There was a strange tingle in the back of your mind and your vision flashed. You closed your eyes and then you saw it.

Something that could go against Amara. A hand of God. You weren’t sure if it was even real but you had to give it a chance. The only question was how did you get the valuable information to your friends? How did you escape without Lucifer finding you. Before you would have wanted to give the information to him but you saw Lucifer for the snake he really was. He went back on your deal by kidnapping you so you were going to do the same by running away.

A sign flashed in your vision and you knew what it was. A sigil. Lucifer still was technically an angel so a sigil would help keep you under his radar. Now all you had to do was find your way out of the house to escape, get the sigil, contact  the Winchesters and presto! All would be good.

You forced yourself to get out of the bed and immediately went to the window. You  didn’t see any demons outside. Maybe it would be better to just climb out your window and run. But then again you wouldn’t want to break a leg or something. You frowned at the idea and then walked over to your door as quietly as possible.

“Do you think she’s still asleep?” A man’s voice came through the door.

“Probably. I don’t get why we’re babysitting a stupid human.” A deeper voice rumbled in response.

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The Parent Trap - Part Four

Character: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,479

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Summary: Ramona and Mitchell have been using their friendship to get their parents in the same rooms for over a month. This time, Mitchell and Ramona approach Sam when he’s alone and hatch a plan to speed up the process.


   There’s a reason you haven’t dated much. Not necessarily because Mitchell had a problem with your dates or they had a problem with your son, although both have happened once or twice. You have a secret, and not the normal kind. No one in town knows what you did before motherhood; the people who do know are dead or as good as. Honestly, you’d like to fall in love, get married, give your son a father, but they’d all run if you told them the truth. They would bring trouble for both of you, and you can’t risk that.

   This is your secret: you were a monster hunter. You quit to raise Mitchell, but life before the baby was all about exorcising demons and burning bones. The finer points and specifics have rusted over time, but you’ve found a use for some skills. To this day, you slip protective hex bags into your son’s backpack. Sigils are etched into the kitchen cabinets, a demon trap is painted beneath the carpet in Mitchell’s room, you carry a silver knife wherever you go, and there are two shotguns in the house – one in your dresser drawer, and one in the garage. No monster will ever hurt your son, but you can never tell him or anyone about any of it. It makes relationships tricky.

   That’s why this Dean thing is always on your mind. He’s sweet, Mitchell likes him, and you honest to God like him too. Winter segues into spring. Mitchell’s school organizes more events, and Dean is there for whatever you are. It isn’t coincidence – your children are in the same class – but you find yourself looking forward to his company. At the school play, he takes the seat beside yours. Your parent-teacher conferences are back to back. You chaperone the same field trip. On Parent Day, you listen to him explain his job to twenty third-graders. With every encounter, you learn a little bit more about him – that he wears a lot of flannel and is married to his car, for example – and succumb to his charm that much more. Sometimes you want to say you’re falling in love with him.

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Seeing Is Believing (Pt 11)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! This weekend was awful for me writing-wise.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Language? *whispers* it’s angsty

Word Count: 1.6k

Seeing Is Believing MASTERLIST

Originally posted by supernatural-stuff-of-course

“Brother.” Castiel’s voice was low and threatening. You did what your instincts told you to do and you backed away slowly; not stopping until you were behind Cas. His free arm wrapped around the front of your body protectively.

You looked over at Castiel for a moment as you heard a prayer from him come in.

Go. Now.




I know you think that what we had was love. It was anything but. You were merely a distraction while I tried to clean up my father’s mess. What you have within you is not a child. It is simply an abomination. It is unholy and you should rid of it. The life of the being inside of you will never amount to anything. I will find you Lorraine. You will come back here eventually, and when you do, I will end both you and the nephilim.

                                                        -you know who

Lorraine folded the letter up and shoved it in her pocket. She pulled a few sheets of toilet paper off of the roll as she stood up, wading it up into a ball and drying her eyes. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as she tried gathering herself before she had to go. He had made it clear that he would no longer protect her.

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Slowly getting back into writing so it won’t be the best but I’m back and I’ll soon find a Beta to help. Let me know what you think :)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1663


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Originally posted by marilynmay

The British Men of Letters had the name of their latest target and had them under surveillance for the better part of a week when the Winchesters discovered the name.

You were currently sitting at the small coffee shop in your college campus on your computer researching the lore of the Men of Letters after finding old paperwork belonging to your grandfather. As you picked up your hot chocolate you felt eyes on you, setting it down before taking a sip you started a video call with Sam Winchester, he picked up in a matter of seconds and looked stressed.

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Cold and Cozy.

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader.

P.S: Hey guys is my first John imagine and I hope you like it. Also I will not tag anyone on this because is a John one and not Negan; So if you want to be tagged on more John imagines let me know!! ♡

Originally posted by heytheredeann

After you and John had left the boys in Sioux Falls with Bobby. You two went on a hunt on Juneau, Alasca. Something about murders where the victims were killed for having their hearts torn out. So you two are expecting to be a werewolf, but in a hunter life, never can be sure.

Sam called you while you two travel in the Impala going to your next destination. In phone Sammy at age of 6, are excited and happy because he found the little gift you left for the boys and one for Bobby. Sam received a painting book with stories about hero’s that save the world (something good since he thinks John is a hero, and honestly you do too) and he’s so young so you always felt if he had to be ready for that world it wouldn’t need to be on the worst way. Dean at age of 10 received a vinyl player and some discs of Bob Seger and Kansas, and your good friend Bobby received a new gun, a old mystical gun he has be wanting and trying to found after 3 years. You found it and because of your charming way (and after had saved the old salesman life) you bought it for a good price, and even with John trying to win it, you let clear that was specially for your good friend Robert Singer.

You felt a punch of joy hearing Sammy thanking you and Dean trying to get Bobby phone to talk to you. ‘’I’m so happy that the boys are happy, even in that world of hunter we have, the boys need to be kids, especially Dean’’ you thought.

After saying ‘love you’ and telling them to go to sleep, you turn off the phone and smile with joy in your eyes. John felt joy too; Joy because he is no longer alone in the world, and not that you want to be the boys mother, but you’re great with them and John love and appreciate it.

“Thank you for this.” John say holding your knee.

“For the boys?! Don’t worry, you know I love them” You say turning to see John smiling. Damn how look I am to have John Winchester?! You ask to the universe.

“I… I get what you told about how I was raising the boys, especially Dean. I know I get hard with him, and you’re right I was getting blind because of rage.” John say making circles on your left knee. Flashing backs of that discussion fulfilling your mind.

*Flashback on*

“Why you do this John? Why you push me away, why you raise the boys in that way? THEY ARE JUST KIDS.”

“You know what Y/N, when you get married with someone you love, making a family after had grow up so miserably without a father and with your mother having depression because he just left you two without explanation, and then she dies one day after taking pills and drinking so much, and the only way you have for not going to a bad life was going to the marine; You talk to me. You don’t have kids, you don’t know how it is.” John say screaming toward you.

Tears in your eyes, John can be really tough.

“You know what John? Fuck you! I am not trying to be their mother okay?! I never did and I never will, but you’re so blind to see when someone is in love with you? I love you Winchester, and I know I will not substituted Mary and honestly I don’t want it to. But if you don’t feel the same or think it might screw our friendship is okay. But to not kill yourself chancing that damn demon.” You say getting away from the motel.

John expression changed, somehow he realised how right you were and he get shock with you telling him how you felt. He chased you on the dark night, and he found you crying in a place near the cars.

“I love you too Y/N, I did since the moment we met in that bar, and when I saw you in Bobby’s house in the next day I… I feel that I could be happy again, and don’t think that I want someone to substitute Mary, I loved her! And she was taken away from me, from the boys in a terrible way. And somehow I tried to get away from you because I didn’t want to feel it again, I didn’t want to fall in love so hard that I wouldn’t be able to lose you, Damn not you too.”

You got breathless in that moment; Did your dreams came true? Do that beautiful, gorgeous, charming man loving you? The truth is that since the first moment you saw John how tall, charming and polite he was you fall, and fall hard. Yes you two have a quite big difference age, but honestly who cares! And now after fighting in the damn rain. You are wordless.

“Please Y/N say something” John say getting close.

“I get it… I… I get it is hard for you open yourself to let someone in. But John, if you let me, let US happen, I swear we’ll be happy” you say holding his face on your hands, his eyes with some tears. He really like you, a lot.

*Flashback over*

“It’s okay, sorry for being so rude, is just .. You are kinda stubborn when you want to be.” You smirk at him and he smile back, you put your hand above his and your fingers get intertwined.

After some more hours of travel you two get on you destination. You didn’t waste time on dressing as a FBI and going to ask some questions. End up that really was a werewolf case and you and John fix it pretty quickly. Killing the pack and getting back to the hotel. In the moment you get inside the room, you let yourself fell on the bed.

“We should stay here.” John say while sitting in the end of the bed that you was laid.

“What?! Are you serious?”

“Yes, the boys are with Bobby. The case has be solved in a damn fast way. We are pretty good in what we do” he smirks; “So let’s stay here, enjoy ourselves a little, I know you love a raining place.” He say while making a face that show ‘I know you pretty well’.

“Yes I do! Actually I heard that is one of the most raining cities in the world.”

“So, is solved. We will stay here. Actually I have a place to show you, peck your things.” John say while he get up.

“What?” You asked confuse. John Winchester wanting a free time?. You thought.

“Peck your things, all the clothes and everything.” You made a confused face while you sit on the bed.

“Do you trust me?” He ask leaning close to your face.

“You know I do Winchester.” You say pecking his lips.

“Then what you’re waiting for?” John say and kiss your forehead, you always blush when he does it. “Damn I really love him, I’m screwed.” You thought.

After packing all the things and paying a lightly price on the cheap motel and going to John surprise. You always felt save with him, in all the ways; Of course he can beat any monster ass, but in all your internally fears and insecurities.

Since it was already at night and you feel really tired after the big hunt. You end up sleeping in the car seat. After some more time you can feel arms around you, and you have basically cat reflex because of your hunter life so you wake up widely.

“Relax baby, is just me.”

You get on your feet and look around to see what the surprise was a house in the middle of some mountains. It’s far from the city so is awesome; The weather, John, the house. When you entered the house you see what you only could wish for… Has a fireplace, a huge sofa near the fireplace. It’s not a huge or luxurious home, but honestly you do not care. The house is so comfortable, have some paintings and you can see some sigils hide on them. You walk more to see the kitchen, a old refrigerator and some drawings on it.

“The boys made these, you can see that the better ones is from Dean.” John say while hugging you from behind.

“Wow, are really good, sort dark for kids but what can I say?” You say putting your head on John neck. “I love it here John, is yours?”

“Yes, was from my grandfather and when my mother died, it came for me. I bring the boys here sometimes, Dean love it. Actually he want to cut some firewood himself, he finds himself a lumberjack.” You laugh imagining small Dean cutting some logs, but imagining all of them happy make you smile.

“So, here lady Y/L/N et me fill the bathtub and let’s relax a bit because we deserve it!” John say while turned you around with his hands holding yours making you turn like a dance.

“But first we will take a shower, because we have some blood and we are dirty sir! So let’s clean up and then we can take a bath” you say sending kiss to him. “But first tell me if here have towel, I don’t know that place well… not in the moment.” you say giving your more charming smile.

While you take a shower and washed your hair, John was getting some firewood and getting it close to the fireplace for later. When you finish your shower, you let him know that was his time for the shower. He take his while you put the bathtub to fill. When he get out cleaned and ready, you two enter in the huge vintage tub and get comfortable.

You two sat there for almost 2 hours, just relaxing, feeling each other skin together, fingers intertwined, and in time in time John kiss your head.

You two get up and dry both, helping each other in the process. John lit the fireplace and you two sat on the huge sofa with a comfy blanket around hearing the water fell outside. ‘’Damn I love that weather’’. You thought.

“That’s really nice.” you say.

“I know, I’m glad I brought you here.” John say kissing your head.

“Why something tell me you had all this set up Winchester?”

“Well… I sort had, I wanted to bring here have a few months now and when the case appears I put two and two together and here we are darling.”

“You are a charming one Winchester” He kiss your head one more time.

You feel he getting up and you already miss his body pressing against yours. “Where are you going?” You ask John, trying to not sound so needy.

“Have some old picture here, I know you love those.” he went to a old closet on the mainly bedroom, he get back and sit again near you, you resting your body on his.

“Here, have me, the boys, my parents.”

You get thought the old photos, almost all of them black and white, the newest ones are of the boys. You see ones that touch your heart, one with John with 5 years old and he look a lot like Sam, he is in his father lap reading some storie and his mother was next to them. You look over John and see that the tough man is kinda sad; You instantly hold his hand and kiss it “I’m sorry John, I don’t know what he left, I don’t know why my own father left me neither. I guess not all the fathers are fathers you know? I mean you’re a father, Bobby is a father, but have some men that can’t deal with kids and just.. just leave them. They’re idiots. Or well .. “Idijts” as you know who would say.“ You say to try lit up the mood, you think it works since John laugh and kiss your forehead.

"You are the only one that can say something so meaningful and then bright up the mood.” He say smiling at you.

“I don’t know if you know but, I’m pretty awesome.” You say winking at him.

You saw pictures of John, the boys and Mary together, and something hit you as a truck, you know John love you but maybe if she was alive, they would probably be still together. And you love him and the boys so much that it sort hurts. You know it can be selfish but you didn’t care.

“You know, you don’t need to feel like that!” John say quietly with a calm voice and you played like you didn’t knew what he meant. “Y/N I know how you feel. And I love you, I loved Mary and we had some fights and I don’t know if us was going to be something forever, but still hurts the way she was taken away from me. But that was a time ago, actually you made me see life as I saw before, you opened my eyes to realize how tough was being with they boys; Hell I was raising them as soldiers, especially Dean. And… and I want you to know that I didn’t felt like I was going to be happy ever again. You made that happens. And I’m so happy right now.” John say looking into your eyes, and you felt some tears falling after his words. After he drying your face, kissing you deeply and loving.

You stay there seeing some pictures, one with Dean holding Sam as baby and was so pretty. And then John get up to get some wine for you two, a old delicious wine he had there and he never opened until a special moment. ‘’Damn that is a especial moment, me and my girl.’’ John thought.

Then you get up and end up finding a some old vinyl player and when you find a Elvis disc you put it and 'Suspicious Mind’ start playing, you smile deeply and start feeling the song, John came after you and you two dance around the place, laughs and bright eyes filling the place. You two couldn’t be happier.

After sitting down when more 2 songs came, John get up and bring to you a Polaroid 636 Closeup and he take a picture of you smiling at him. “Stooop John, I probably look like a mess.” You say putting your hands on your face. One of the hundreds things you love about him, is that you can be who you are; And after some many hunts, bloody clothes and injuries you two know each other anatomy as the palm of your own hands.

“Yes, sure. Because is possible for you don’t look extremely gorgeous.” he says joking and when you put your hands away to give him a smirk he take another, you two giggled.

John sit on your side and you two get close and take a picture together when it finally dry you see you and John Winchester happy hugging each other and never wanting to leave. You know that you find him as your soulmate, and you hope you’re his.

The Dragonpit: A Headcanon

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Brienne doesn’t know how to breathe, as though she unlearned it right at the moment her eyes met the arena below the stands, hidden in their shadows, monstrous creatures creeping out of the dark stripes and spots to reach all the way to the center of the dust-filled field.

Are the stands shaking? she thinks to herself. Or am I the one who is shaking?

Brienne doesn’t know, she cannot tell.She feels numb, simply numb.

“Is that… is that Ser Jaime?!” Podrick asks, his voice no more than a murmur to Brienne as her eyes remain fixed on the arena.

“It appears so,” she manages to say, swallowin thickly. 

But what is he doing here? Brienne asks herself frantically, pondering the explanations that come to her nervous mind.Why is he down there?

The last time Brienne saw him was by Riverrun as they sailed away, when he turned the siege in favor of life instead of death, taking the castle without bloodshed as he had promised her.

How is he in that arena now? Just what is going on?

Brienne tears her gaze away with all the force she can muster to take a look around, to glance upon the other stands - and the people standing on them.

There is Jon Snow and his men, along with the Onion Knight further to the right.

They split up before entering the city. The now proclaimed King in the North wanted to speak to the Dragon Queen who came across the Narrow Sea, to win allies in a war against the dead.

Brienne wanted to seek out Jaime and convince him of joining their cause, too, after all, it’s everyone’s cause now. She was sure she would be able to convince him. That is what she told Jon Snow and his men, no matter their glances full of mistrust and disbelief, and that was why she wanted to find him in King’s Landing, but did not.

Until now.

Brienne allows her gaze to wander a little further, and there she can see the woman with white-blonde hair whose names cast many shadows, one bigger and darker than the other. She heard the tales, and not all of them sounded promising to Brienne, in fact, they promised danger more than anything else.

Then there is Tyrion Lannister, standing next to the Mother of Dragons, accompanied by some more of her court. And it is only at that moment that Brienne notices the distraught on the dwarf’s face as he looks at his queen, who, in turn, stoically watches on, down towards the arena.

Jon Snow and Davos Seaworth, too, seem shocked.

As though they are in… fear? But what do they fear? Do they fear for Jaime? Why would they? They don’t know him. They didn’t want to believe in what I said about him all the while.

Just what is this about?

Brienne looks down again, in an attempt to read Jaime’s expression, but he is too far away, too far below, too well hidden in the shadows cast around him.

That is when the voice of Daenerys Targaryen rings out, cuts through the shadows like a knife, “The Kingslayer was deemed guilty of his crimes, and thus shall face punishment.”

An uproar goes through the crowd. Shouts of approval. Gasps. Stomping of feet. Shuffling. Pushing closer to the banisters. All merging into one sound, a deafening howl.

“What is that supposed to mean? What crimes?” Podrick asks the questions Brienne can only bear in her mind right at this moment as her lips remain sealed shut. “Lord Tyrion would never approve of this… right?”

Brienne glances over at the short man, whose eyes are set on his queen, his mouth opening and closing slowly. She cannot hear what he says, but judging by the way he looks at the Mother of Dragons, Tyrion is not at all approving of that choice.

Whatever choice that is now exactly. 

“Bring in Drogon,” Daenerys commands.

A heavy wooden gate starts to shriek as it is pushed open.

The shadows below start extending, shifting, growing, changing in shape.

The earth starts to shake.

Wood shrieks.

Iron screams.

Heat licks against Brienne’s face all of a sudden as a bright flash slashes through the shapeshifting shadows, swallowing the arena.


Where is Jaime?

Brienne’s fingers curl around the banister as her vision start to clear, and that is when she sees it, though she cannot believe, cannot comprehend.

She remembers the tales, the stories from the books of knights slaying beasts Brienne read as a child.

Her father used to pride himself that House Tarth had Targaryen ancestry.

“There is a bit of dragon blood in you, too, my child,” he used to tell her. “It may be all but a small flame, but that flicker is within you the same way it was and still is in those who have the three-headed dragon for a sigil.”

Fire and Blood.

However, no matter the tales, no matter how vivid they were within her imagination, the great beasts with sharp claws, the chimeras, the sea serpents with tendrils as long and strong to crush the world entire, krakens, devils, giants, demons, no matter how real they were inside her mind, nothing compares to the tale made flesh.

A dragon.

A living, fire-breathing dragon.

Wings so strong that they don’t have to be outstretched to whirl up the dust.

Sharp claws and even sharper teeth.

Eyes gleaming with hunger.

Eyes gleaming with death.

A dragon, alive, breathing fire, in the flesh.


Approaching Jaime.

“Judgment has arrived, Kingslayer,” Brienne can hear the Mother of such a beast shout out to a crowd that otherwise fell completely silent. “Justice has arrived at last.”

Except for the roar of the dragon, shaking the ground.

Except for the hiss of the fire as it escapes the beast’s mighty snout.

And while the dragon manages to breathe fire, Brienne finds the air caught in her throat.

In her storybooks, that was the moment the gallant knight came riding in, a beam of sunlight in his back, illuminating shield, armor, and sword as he came charging, to slay the beast.

However, this is reality.

This is no fairytale.

And if life taught Brienne one thing by now, then it is that her childish thoughts about wise king ruling justly, about gallant knights protecting the innocent, rescuing the fair maidens from their towers, fighting those evil creatures lumbering in the shadows, to carry them into a better life, are all but fleeting fantasies.

Crushed by reality.

Stabbed by shadows.

Burned out with wildfire.

However, that beast is no fantasy.

No fairytale.

This is real.

This monster is real.


Breathing fire.

Coming closer.


To Jaime.

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A Little Too Late Part 8

Title: A Little Too Late Part 8

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Balthazar, Gabriel, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,484

Warnings: slight injury?, angst, and fluff (I think)

A/N: Well here’s something to cheer you up if you have the election day blues <3 I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3

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You busied yourself as you cleaned your rings.  You didn’t want to believe what you were hearing.  You didn’t want to think that this was possible.  How could it be possible?  You focused on your rings.  You knew they were watching you.  They wanted to see your reaction, but you didn’t want to show them.  You faced away from them.

Your door opened, Sam and Dean entering.  You turned around, your eyes widening at the sight of the box in their hands.  “What the fuck,” you breathed.  You rushed up to Sam, snatching the box from his hands.  “Did you guys go back to my house,” you asked, your voice raising.

“[Y/N], we didn’t have much of a choice,” Sam tried to reason.  “We had to find out if there was anything they knew.”

“Oh they know,” Balthazar cut in.  “[Y/N] didn’t.”

“What’s in the box,” Dean sang, amusement in his tone.

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The Song Remains the Same: A Well Timed Recap


Dean’s mom is a babe. He apparently (but not really) still feels this way: @tinkdw awesome analysis of 12x18.


Dean’s enjoying a nice dream with a dark haired, blued eyed fantasy when Anna busts up the fun times. Awkward. Anna rats out Cas ratting her out, and tells Dean to meet her at an abandoned warehouse.

Instead of meeting the Winchesters, Anna finds Cas.

Cas doesn’t trust Anna’s release from Heaven’s prison, and regrets his previous actions. He questions her actions. She cuts right to the chase: “Sam Winchester has to die.” Okay then.

Cas will not help Anna. He will not kill a friend. Anna vanishes. Cut to two kids lighting up and making out in a Trans Am, and Anna suddenly appearing and falling on the hood.

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Arthur Dayne x Stark!Reader...

Imagine being the eldest daughter, third born, to Lord Rickard Stark and meeting Ser Arthur Dayne during the Tourney of Harrenhal.

((As only my…second? piece of Arthur Dayne writing I think I did rather well. I guess it helps that there’s not too much material about him, I basically have free reign over how to write him.))

Word Count: 2,241

Warning: None

Ser Arthur Dayne was known as the greatest swordsmen of his time, and many suspect he could have held his own against the likes of Ser Daemon “The Dragonknight” Targaryen and Ser Duncan the Tall. Known as the Sword of the Morning, he was Dornish from the ancestral keep of Starfall and a member of King Aerys “The Mad King” Targaryen’s Kingsguard, with brown hair and clear blue eyes, he stood at over six feet tall and was built just like a maiden’s dream. He was honorable and caring, compassionate, and although he didn’t speak a whole lot, what he did say he meant every word and it was never unkind.

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