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"Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'

I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'

I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation"

- "Eve of Destruction" by Barry McGuire

Some ✨self-promo✨ bc I spent a ridiculous amount of time translating and editing this story, and I’d like people to see it.

If you like Supernatural, and you like fucked up things and horror with some gore, then please check out my oneshot “Man and sin” on AO3.

Basically it’s a canon divergence fanfic, where Dean actually fulfills his destiny as bearer of the Mark of Cain, but with a twist. Be warned, it is rated Explicit and it’s worth reading the tags.

The events are told in a non-linear order by an unreliable narrator, so half of the fun is guessing what is real and what is not.

If after this you’re still interested, here is the link.

And if you’ve never seen Supernatural, but you’re still curious, feel free to read it! I certanly won’t mind :D

Y/n: You lying cheating, piece of shit.

Dean: Oh, yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD.

Sam picking up the monopoly board: I think we are going to stop playing now.

Crowley: Is this your B?

Sam: technically, this is plan P.

Dean: Plan P? Is their a plan M?

Y/n: Yes, but Crowley die in it and You marry Cass.

Cass: I like plan M.

Dean driving y/n, Jack and Claire from school: So, how was your day?

Jack & Y/n: We almost got suprise adopted.

Dean: What?

Claire: We almost got kidnapped.

Dean: Oh, okay.

Dean: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT

Dean, in a group chat: Why do I see Cass at a gay club?

Sam: Why are you at a gay club?

Cass: Would like something else?

Dean: I'd love some pie...on you.

Y/n, Jack, Claire and Sam slams hand on table.

Jack: just.one.

Y/n: Decent.meal.

Claire: Is.what.

Sam: we.wanted.

Sam: Cass you mouth stinks.

Y/n: Here's some toothpaste *Gives Cass toothpaste*

Cass: You know your brother calls me toothpaste too because I make his teeth white.

Dean: *chokes on his beer*

Sam:...

Y/n:...

Crowley:...

Mary:...

Hell:...

Jack:...

Claire:...

Jimmy watching this:...

Adam from cage:...

Heaven:...

Jhon:...

Purgatory:...

Amara:...

Lucifer:...

Bobby from heaven:...

Michale:...

Au!Michael:...

Au!Sam & Au!Dean:...

Even Metatron:...

Angels:...

Demons:...

Gabriel:...

Rowena:...

Monsters:...

Chuck:...Damn son!

Dean: Y/n I need to tell you something--

Y/n: if you are going to say that you are in love with Cass and you are breaking up with me. That's fine infact my ship sailed.

Dean: I was going to say, "Be safe" but WHAT THE FUCK

Castiel: send dudes.

Dean: Don't you mean nudes*?

Castiel: No, I'm in a fight. I need more men.

Fictober Day 3

prompt: "I know you better"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Alcohol/substance abuse, Mild self-harm implication

Summary:

Dean's POV: In between S10 E3 and S10 E4 Dean slips away from Sam's careful watch to try to deal with his problems independently.

It was windy and cold outside. Not to mention raining. This was the third bar in Smith County that Sam had walked to and with his car still broken down and the only working car being the one Dean took Sam had no other choice but to trudge through the weather in his pursuit to find his brother. This time he got lucky, the familiar 1967 Chevy Impala was parked outside. He went inside to find Dean completely hammered, sitting at the bar. 

“Dean?”

“Sammy!”

“Common Dean, I'm here to take you home,” Sam said, clearly annoyed.

“Nooo. Come sit, have a drink,” Dean said while slurring his words. 

Sam sighed in exhaustion. “Dean, what are you doing? This self-destructive behavior… it’s getting old.” Sam reached into Dean's pocket to grab his keys and Dean was clearly too drunk to stop him. “Let's go,” he said rattling the keys in front of him.

Dean grabbed his jacket off of the back of the barstool and followed Sam back to the car. “You're such a buzz kill,” he said under his breath.

“Seriously, Dean! Look I know you're dealing with a lot right now but this isn't you.”

“Sam.”

“Don’t start with me. I already told you I forgive you for the Mark of Cain business–”

“Sam!” Dean interrupted him.

“What?”

“Pull over. Now.”

Sam sighed again before obliging knowing that Dean would have a fit if he let him throw up in his own car.

The two of them were on the side of the road for about 20 minutes while Dean threw up everything he ate, drank, and took that night. Sam was getting more and more impatient by the minute. “Talk to me, Dean. What's going on?”

Dean groaned. “It's nothing. Can't a guy just get a drink every now and then?”

“Come on Dean… I know you better than that. What's really going on?”

Dean sighed and leaned back on the side of the car. “It's just… you keep saying you've forgiven me… but that doesn't mean I've forgiven myself.” 

“So you thought disappearing, leaving a cryptic note, and drinking so much your liver will never recover was the right way to go about it.” 

“I'm not in the mood for a lecture right now.”

“Well too bad.” Sam paused before pulling the note out of his pocket. “Going out to get fucked up. Don't come looking for me in the morning. Signed Dean,” he read off. “You can't just keep drowning your sorrows in alcohol and whatever else you're on right now.”

“It's just alcohol.”

“Really? Because you have a track record you know…” 

“What are you talking about?”

“You think I don't notice how the ashtray in the Impala is always full or how whenever you get a headache you just take pills from an unmarked bag and keep it pushing. You’re reckless and self-destructive and probably borderline suicidal at this point and these problems run way deeper than the Mark and you know it.”

“You're one to talk, you know.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I believe I remember you trying to buy sleeping pills off the black market a few years ago not to mention your method to keep the hallucinations away.”

“That was different,” Sam said with a scoff.

“Look. You know it. I know it. Our lives are screwed up enough as it is that we've earned our fair share of illicit assistance.” 

Sam rolled his eyes. “That's a twisted way to think… You know maybe Cas was right. We should take a break– a real break.” Sam folded his arms over his chest. “We could drive out to the lake and just spend some time just you, me, and a reasonable amount of beer. How's that sound?”

“Sounds like a load of crap,” Dean says flatly. After letting the silence drag out he finally gives a real answer. “We can leave in the morning after I sleep this off.”

1075: and none of us know what to do.

Done for this little challenge here: http://whatthefawxblogs.tumblr.com/post/134575318338/tumblr-nerds-i-have-a-challenge-for-you

I think I’m finally getting the hang of drawing these two nerds!! Supernatural and Until Dawn crossover for the nerds. 

𝐏𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

MOC! Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Set during Season 10, Mark of Cain conflict. 

After a particularly dangerous hunt where Dean loses control to The Mark, Y/N stands by his side for comfort and care. Though he blames himself for wounding her, she must convince him that not all scars run as deep as he’d think… or do they?

fluff… angst… *cough* killer plot twist *cough*

Requested by: @agirlwithanangelheart

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One. Two. Three.

Y/N averted her eyes from the patterns of blood on the wall and winced at its overwhelming metallic scent.

Four. Five. Six.

The dingy warehouse lights cast a sickly shade of crimson upon the room. She strained her eyes at the flickering bulbs and kept moving forward.

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