winchester street

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If you fell in love with Dean, you would get tortured and killed by some filthy demons.
If you fell in love with Sherlock, you would get murdered by John.
If you fell in love with the Doctor, some crazy alien would try to destroy you but he would always save you.

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England: Hampshire/Dorset/Wiltshire - Crawley, Shaftesbury, Chawton, Castle Combe, Lulworth, Winchester, East Meon, Erlestoke, Corfe Castle, Winchester

-for more  of my UK shots and more travel:

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5, 6, Grab Your Crucifix

Characters/Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader, little bit of OMC Glen x Reader

Word Count: 6676 (side-eyes myself)

Warnings: OK, here goes…language, drinking, possessiveness, violence, biting, rough sex, marking/claiming sex, non-con voyeurism, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (pretend there’s a pill or something of that sort in use)…If I missed something, let me know

A/N: Alright, well, here is my late submission for @roxy-davenport‘s birthday writing challenge. I had the prompts: Demon!Dean, Claiming sex, Nightmare on Elm Street, and the quote “Aren’t you precious?” I had a lot of fun with this one, and went more for the dickish Demon!Dean than evil. Much love and thanks to @kayteonline and @ilsawasanacrobat for the beta work and read-throughs and encouragement! You both rock!!

Hope you enjoy it. Please note the warnings. Feedback and constructive criticism are amazing things, please give them to me.

Originally posted by zest-wincest


Year after year, the reason changed, and at first, you meant it. Bartending was supposed to be temporary. Just something to fill your free nights and get some extra cash in your pocket. Now, though, if you were honest, you kept at it because you really enjoyed it. All of it - the fast pace, the free entertainment, and sometimes the company.

Flirting came with the job. The sex? That was where you had to be careful. You didn’t need any overzealous clingy partners hanging around, so you were fairly cautious and discreet, enjoyed more casual flings as they came and went.

Your current FWB, Glen, sat at the end of the bar, out of the way, but close enough that you could still talk and flirt as you worked.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” you teased, making up another drink for him.

“Not yet,” he answered with a quick up-down of his eyebrows, making you roll your head back in mock disgust.

“You’re so fucking lame.” You threw a coaster at him and went back to work, flicking off bottle caps and pouring mixers as the bar began to fill. You were scanning the crowd, keeping an eye out for your regulars and anyone looking to flag you down for another drink when you caught sight of him. With that gorgeous face you’d have to struggle to forget, he sat casually at the middle of the bar. He already had a glass in front of him and you wondered how you’d missed him earlier. If you weren’t already warm and flushed from the rush of work, the look he was sending your way would have done it.

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when you can't decide to kiss or kill your arch enemy

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Originally posted by doctorwhogeneration


Originally posted by thedreamyworldd

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England - Arncliffe, Cambridge,Stokesay Castle,Henley In Arden, York, London, Castle Combe,Winchester, Lizard Point, Eversholt

-for more  of my UK shots and more travel:

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Best Things In Superwholock

- Sherlock and John’s struggle to accept aliens, demons, monsters, time and space travel etc into their relatively normal lives

- Sherlock and Dean seem to get into a fistfight at least once in each book, bonus points if Cas, Sam, and John join in to defend them while the Doctor yells and throws things at them

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I can build a million castles-
I can wish upon all the lucky stars
Nothing compares to my life with you.

[Sam’s version] [Sam and Dean’s version]

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Abandon All Hope (Part 7)

A/N: This was a fic I have been really excited about writing. Believe me, I was constantly talking about it to my friend for days. This is kinda an AU but kinda not. Everything that is happening in TWD is still happening. Some stuff has changed for the Winchesters background with Supernatural but there’s still a lot of the same things happening. I hope you all enjoy and would love to hear your positive feedback. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

A/N 2: This is really the first time I’ve written in someone else’s pov so I hope it wasn’t too bad. 

Summary: (y/n) Winchester is just trying to survive the new world of the apocalypse with her brothers, Sam and Dean. While looking for your father, John, you come across two men who welcome you to their community, Alexandria. The events that follow will test the limits of not only your mind and body, but also your heart.

Pairings: Eventual Daryl x reader (almost), Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Characters: (y/n), Daryl, Sam, Castiel, Negan, Dwight, Saviors, two surprise guests.

Word Count: 2503

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of death, fluff, sarcasm

Tagging: @thewalkingdeadfanfiction, @daryldixonwife1987, @omlbeans, @the-silver-iris, @sebbylover24, @megsense, @loricwizardbluetoastedcake, @youandyourstupidrope, @canadianjelly, @abnormal-angel, @shinydixon, @onlydarylnormanfic, @jodiereedus22, @crystallovesdaryl, @negan-dixon, @deepsouth, @multifandomizer, @sapphire1727, @johnmurphys-sass, @waayward-angel, @sassy-specter, @tiquismiquis, @frozenhuntress67, @saintflandus, @steve-rcgcrs, @jasondialurentisnews, @writingmisha

Masterlist [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

The bright sun shining in your face was what woke you up from your slumber. You yawned and stretched loudly feeling refreshed. You were about to get up when you felt two, strong arms pull you back into them. You giggled happily in the arms of the man.You placed both your arms around his neck and looked into his ocean blue eyes. “Good morning, Daryl.”

“Mornin’, sunshine.” Daryl said while pulling you in to place a chaste kiss to your lips. “Where do ya think ur headin’ to?”

“Well I was going to get dressed, but I could just stay in bed with you all day.” You giggled while curling up into his embrace.

“How’d I get ta be so lucky ta find a girl like ya?” Daryl asked while looking into your (y/e/c) eyes. He looked at you as if you were his whole world.

“I’m the lucky one, Daryl.” You whispered while grabbing both sides of his face to pull him into a long, passionate kiss. When you pulled away from him you saw a bruised and beaten face. Your hands were covered in his blood. “Daryl?” Then, you heard someone clear their throat. You looked down at the end of the bed and saw Dean. You jumped and sat up in bed, in shock at his state. He was pale with a very large laceration from his lower abdomen to his rib cage and blood was still spilling out of this. “Dean?”

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        Young Sam Winchester and his Guardian Angel  

My head!canon firmly established. Lucifer was always reaching out to Sam, visiting him in dreams, or just sending out thoughts of comfort and love to the young boy. He regretted that he was never able to spare him all of his pain and suffering, too trapped within his own agony and damnation as he was, but his heart was always with his other half. Sam gave him a reason to keep fighting, and he did what he could to return the favor. 

@rdshepard because I know you have a soft spot for this sort of thing…

@charlie-bradcherry and @devil-in-a-winchester because we all need some fluffy, sweet samifer to heal our wounds. 

Something Different //part1

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Slow-burn Crowley x asexual!reader. When Crowley notices you actually have a weak point, he becomes very interested in taking advantage of it. But not everything goes as he expected.

Word count: 1,621

[Masterlist[Part 2]

A loud yawn almost broke your jaw. You rubbed your tired face that felt more like a mask, trying to wake up just a little bit more. Even though a fresh cup of coffee was an extremely tempting idea, you doubted you would survive one more. You were pretty sure that caffeine was flowing through your veins right now, after so many cups that you lost count.

It was a hard night. You and the Winchesters were wandering in the dark, trying to find out what was going on in a small city in the middle of nowhere. You hated this particular hunt. Nothing was going as it should be and since you arrived there, you have been attacked three times already in the span of a few days. But people were dying, so there was no chance of leaving it unsolved. To be honest, you didn’t even want to leave it be, you were a hunter after all – but you were exhausted after another sleepless night and another sleepless day when you had to interview more people. It was fair, actually. Dean had taken the guard before you, and Sam was supposed to watch over you two on the upcoming night. You still had no idea what was hunting people down in this city, but you were sure as hell that it was aware of your arrival. And it wasn’t happy.

You bit your lip slightly, just to keep your mind awake, but it took you only a few seconds to go back to your previous, barely alive, state. You were leaning on Dean’s Impala, watching the boys flirt with a middle-aged woman across the street. She must have known something she didn’t want to tell, because otherwise the boys wouldn’t be acting like this just for fun. Not in the middle of a hunt at least, you hoped. And damn on you if it wasn’t working.

“Hello, darling. Fresh and resplendent as always, I see,” a well-known voice erupted behind you. You could almost smell the sulfur. Or maybe it was overstrain.

“Yeah. Few more days like that and I may even visit you in Hell personally,” you muttered, not bothering to look back. You felt like every move was taking the tiny scraps of your energy that were left. You didn’t have many of them, so you surely weren’t in the mood for taking a risk.

“As much as I would love your visit, I am pretty sure it’s still too early for you,” Crowley said with a smirk, now standing on your left.

You gave him a tired look.

“But Dean-o said I will rest in a grave. It’s so tempting.”

Crowley laughed quietly at your poor attempt in joking, even though it was really bad. You have known each other for a while now, since you were working with the Winchesters and they had to use the demon’s help from time to time. You have known every sin and every move Crowley made even before you had actually met him – that was the boys’ way of protecting you from him and his charms. It was kind of cute of them, but they didn’t have to worry so much about you, to be honest. You were not a kid anymore. You understood how the world was working.

But even though Crowley was not a Saint, he was still playing by the rules and you respected this side of him, just like he respected your hunting skills. There were times when you had been a true pain in his ass, killing so many demons that he almost didn’t believe one person was able to make it. And yet, there you were, standing side by side.

“You feel alright?”

“I’ve been worse,” you shrugged. “But I’ll be back to my old self once we finish this mess. I wish we could do it soon.”

“I don’t have any information about this case, unfortunately.”

“Since when would you want to help us without begging?” you raised an eyebrow. “I thought the begging was the best part.”

“Oh, I still love it. I just do not enjoy seeing you in a state like this, it takes the fun out of your poor attempts in convincing me to do anything. Especially if you are driven to the limits because of some stupid monster.”

“And who’s saying that?” you asked sarcastically.

Crowley shot you a bright smile, obviously proud of himself for making you a little more alive.

“Maybe we could discuss this problem somewhere in private,” he offered slyly.

“Sure, ‘cause I obviously have so much free time right now. Who cares about people dying,” you dismissed his flirt. You weren’t even mad at him. He was Crowley. He flirted all the time, with literally everything that had two legs.

“I’m not saying about right now, but I’m always open for any…”

“Go there,” you pointed out to the other side of the street, where the Winchesters were working their magic.

Crowley frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“If you want to have fun, show the boys how they should charm the pretty lady, because I’ve been waiting for like half an hour and they still have no answers. Well, I mean, I’m pretty sure they have many answers, but none is useful for our case. And you may lose some steam by the way.”

The Demon blinked, taken by surprise.

“Darling, I’m pretty sure I sense something more than you are actually saying,” he stated carefully, watching you with concern. “If anything is wrong, you may tell me…”

“Sorry, Crowley,” you backed up, feeling guilty. He had nothing to do with your irritation and shouldn’t be blamed for it. “I’m just tired and everything makes me angry right now. I mean, just look at this woman – how can anyone be so stupid? Boys aren’t even trying, and she is still so tacky… And it’s gonna take some time before she says anything connected with the case.”

“Oh my, are you jealous?” Crowley gasped theatrically. “Is it Moose or Squirrel? Who should I hate even more?”

“Nah, stop it. I just can’t believe anyone can think like an animal. I mean, I’m used to it, but it still keeps me surprised every time people act like they have never heard about dignity.”

“It’s not that bad, everyone has their needs…”

“Crowley. She is drooling in front of them.”

“She is not…”

“Look closer. She just raised her skirt with the door frame, of course unintentionally.”

“…you may be on point a little bit.”

“Say that again, so I can record it.”

Crowley laughed quietly.

You yawned again. You had only slept in the Impala once and it left a not very comfortable feeling, but at this point, you were so tired you would fall asleep on the ground. You gazed longingly at the backseat, almost feeling the soft texture underneath your beaten up, exhausted body…

Crowley was observing you, but you were too lost in your thoughts to notice it. The two of you were neither friends nor  enemies anymore (for which he was more than relieved, but would never admit). You were an interesting person and he kind of enjoyed working with you. You often had those little conversations, when things weren’t in so much rush and you had a short break before rushing into new problems.

He got to know a few things about you. Most of the time, you kept being hardy and determined as to what did you want to archive. There was hardly anything one could use against you. And now… You probably didn’t even think about your words, but Crowley was rarely forgetting anything. And now he had something that could be considered as your weak point. Of course, he still wasn’t sure what precisely caused it, but was more than willing to find out. In a world where people and monsters constantly had to fight each other, having an advantage over one of your biggest opponents was at a premium.

“I guess the boys have finally found the answers they were looking for,” Crowley stated casually, looking at the other side of the street. The Winchesters noticed him and visibly hastened their steps.

“You sure you don’t want to teach them how to take from people what they want faster?” you asked.

“I think I still have to learn a few things myself, love,” he said in an abnormally nice tone. He was radiating with happiness, just as if he won a billion dollars. Or maybe souls, who knows what demons preferred.

“Okay,” you shrugged.

Before the brothers came to you, Crowley was gone in the blink of an eye. They didn’t look very pleased.

“What did he want?” Dean asked worried.

“I don’t know. Maybe he was bored in Hell. Can we finally go to motel? I’m dying…”

“You could take a nap in the car.”

“I didn’t want to be mugged. I hate breaking fingers of muggers, they scream so loudly…”

“Right. Let’s go back, Rambo,” Sam laughed, patting you on a head. You may be smaller than him, but you could toss him to the ground any second.

You wanted to remind him of that, but another wide yawn stole your words and closed your eyes, and after you entered the car, you already forgot what you wanted to say. Thanks, Chuck, that nothing important happened that day and you could sleep through the better part of it, not bothered by any more problems.