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What was weird about the Grace thing was that the boys were acting out of character by not taking care of Cas. I mean I get why Dean didn't in the being he was a demon but afterwards? The show has established that the man is a complete mother hen when it comes to family and people in need. Hell they showed it in this season in the de-ageing episode with the women he was cursed with and Caire, why is he not doing it for Cas. Sam getting Cas to help him when he clearly unwell/thinking it a bad idea is also not in character. I'm not going to say he doesn't act selfish but he does not make people do things they don't want to do he just to help himself or his cause. He just does it by himself not realizing his actions are doing harm until it too late. We know he has a caring heart and wants to help anything, why all of that not happing anymore .
Also because I know people are going to bring this up the angel wars in season 6 are completely different then this situation. Cas wasn't sick or dying, he was fighting a war. The brother had no or real say in said war and very little ways help fight it and there own huge problems to deal with. If Cas was injured or asked for help the boys would have done something.
Oh, so that's why I was unhappy with the show recently. I usually enjoy angsty fics where Cas gets hurt so I was wondering why I didn't like the show. It was because no comfort part of the hurt/comfort was coming. I mean, I really got excited about Grace problem because I thought it meant Cas would be moved to the top priority and get some caring. Since no comfort came from that situation it just made me upset. Hmm, do you know where to find Cas getting looked after for his Grace problem?
Yeah, I feel you. :p
I think that a lot of us ‘enjoy’ for lack of a better word, when our faves get into angsty situations, because we look forward to the resolve that usually always comes with it after a while. But especially in the past year, Cas’ feelings on the show are being ignored completely by all other characters; they’re barely even acknowledged. So I guess this leaves a lot of Cas fans unsatisfied.
I don’t know if any codas exist where they do handle the grace problem well, and where someone actually cares about him, but if anyone knows of a fanfic like this, please leave a link or title for this anon! :)
Darvin didn't mention this, Did he ?
I'm season 12 excited! (Almost typed "season 22" lol. Not there quite yet.)
Reblog if you're season 12 positive
Supernatural-Doctor Strange crossover fanfiction
Hey, so this is my very first fanfiction that I wrote. This is for all those who love Supernatural and Marvel as much as I do. I´m sorry if there is any bad spelling or grammar, but English isn´t my first language.
One day, the day when this took place the Winchester boys were taking a day off from hunting and sitting in the bunker minding their own business. There was no case and nothing else special, not the apocalypse, no angle war, nothing. Dean was lying in his bed listening to his classic rock. Sam on the other hand was sitting at the big table in the library and doing research over like Dean though completely boring crap. Time to time Cas came by, but he also hadn´t got any news. Suddenly an orange circle appeared in the middle of the room, where Sam sat and it got bigger and bigger. Sam quickly took his gun and shouted: “Dean come fast there is something in our bunker”, but Dean couldn´t hear him over the sound of his way to loud music so he didn´t notice what was happening. After Sam realised that Dean couldn´t help him, he decided to call Cas so he reached slowly to his phone that was lying on the table. As he was calling Cas he was still holding his gun with one hand and looking at this mysterious circle, where now a foot appeared. Then another foot came through the circle followed by a complete person. The man wore blue clothes and a red cape. His hair was black with white stripes on the sides. Now Cas came, “Where were you, you are late. Now please can you get Dean he isn´t answering”, Sam said. The next Moment Dean came running into the room and he saw the stranger, who just came out of the circle. Without saying anything he shot, but the stranger blocked the bullet easily with some sort of orange glowing shield. “Come on Dean, we talked about this you don´t just shoot people!” , Sam said a bit annoyed. Dean answered “He looked very strange.” Suddenly the mysterious man laughed, it was a friendly laugh then he said: “I´m sorry for that uncommon entrance. My name is Doctor Stephan Strange and I´m from another universe.” “Wow, so the theory of the multiverse is true”, Sam asked very excited. “Dude you´re such a nerd. ” ”Yes it´s true I myself can see and visit different universes thanks to that “, Dr. Strange pointed at an amulet in the shape of an eye, hanging around his neck “it´s the Eye of Agamotto and in the middle there is the Infinity Stone of time. It lets me control time and see different universes.” “So basically you´re Marty McFly but with less DeLorean”, Dean said thinking he was funny again, but he didn´t get a reaction from Sam and Cas. “So what exactly are you “, Cas asked now also taking place in this conversation. “I´m a magician. ” Dean not excited about it :”Oh crap I hate witches.” “I´m not a normal witch, my powers are way beyond normal spell work”, Doctor Strange answered offended. “But one thing I didn´t get. Why are you here?” Sam asked confused. Then Doctor Strange said: “I´m on vacation.” In this moment Mordo came through the portal with 2 big suitcases. “Son of a bitch! ”
If you don't think so, here's a gif for you.
Could I?
I think I'm a Winchester...
That’s how we do it in the Winchester family. When life gives us pain, we take that pain and push it down. And if the pain starts to come up again, we push more pain on top of it. When confront something when you can avoid it, right?
Hesitant Green Eyes ( Rescue Mission pt2, DeanxReader)
Part I
A/N: Guys this is a supernatural imagine/one shot. i have inspiration.. so yah. Also i’d like to say thank you to Winchesterimagine for following this blog!.Please dont spoil spn for me.. im only up to the second episode of season four.. im slow.
Wordcount:
pairing; ReaderxDean
Warnings: swearing,maybe smut.., mentions of a praise kink? , and i don’t know what else
*THIS IS SET AFTER THE EPISODE IN SEASON TWO WITH THE DJINN. IT’S NOT AN ACTUAL EPISODE, THIS COMPLETELY FROM MY IMAGINATION. THE WINCHESTERS AND BOBBY BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF SPN.*
After those words had spilled from Dean’s mouth, he left. He and Sam still camped out at Bobby’s but you rarely saw them.
Today was a good day, you felt normal again. You felt healed and you should after a week of resting. Your mind never rested though, Dean was occupying it.
You woke from your peaceful sleep by a thudding against the bedroom door. A groan slipped from your lips as you rolled over and tried to muffle the sound with one of the many pillows on the bed. You shoved the cream coloured, decorative, pillow over your head and closed your eyes again.
Unfortunately, whoever it was didn’t get the hint. You heard the feet scuffing along the wood floors, getting closer to the bed. After a small peak out of the pillow, you saw the long, messy, brown hair and instantly knew who it was, Sammy.
You grunted and launched the pillow in his direction, Causing a soft thud and a chuckle to sound through the room.
“Y/N, get up. I’m taking you to breakfast” Sam said gently as he slowly inched his hand toward your shoulder, his long fingers splaying across your skin.
You grumbled and lifted your head, your hair falling in your face as you glare up at Sam.
“You never take me for breakfast,Sam.” You groaned, your voice scratchy. “What gives?”
Sam just shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Can’t I do something nice for once?” He flicked your forehead as you sat up, keeping the bed sheet clutched around your body.
You brushed your Y/C/H from your face and rubbed your eyes, ridding them of sleep. You looked up at Sam and smiled gratefully.
“Thank you, Sam.” You leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek bone. “Let me just get ready..”
You internally laughed as Sam took in the way you had the sheet clutched to your body, hiding your skin from him. A deep blush rose up his neck as he stuttered slightly to explain himself.
“I-I um, Y/N I didn’t realize that you were.. uh” Sam blinked rapidly as he backed away from your bed.
A laugh fell from your lips as he quickly left the room, leaving you to yourself. You quickly grabbed your robe and slipped it on. You grabbed the necessities and made your way to the bathroom, glancing at the guest room door with a small frown. You missed Dean.
Shower time was thinking time. You thought about the countless times you had hunted with the boys, with Dean.. You wanted to speak to him but you didn’t know how. Your feelings for Dean had developed from a crush to full blown love.
You closed your eyes as you massaged the shampoo into your hair and scalp. Your mind was filled with those green eyes, his green eyes. The way they watched you when you cleant your guns, the way he looked at you proudly when you sassed somebody, when you got something right. The way he praised you and looked at you made you want be good for him, just for Dean. Most of all, you wanted Dean to look at you like he looked at pie.
You let out a slight squeal as someone opened the bathroom door, you were thankful for the frosted glass of the shower. You could just about make out a pair of bow legs and broad shoulders, the short hair was a give-away.
“Dean!” You gasped, “Get out!” A deep chuckle echoed through the bathroom.
“Sorry, Y/N/N. I didn’t know you were in here” Dean laughed but didn’t leave.
He began to brush his teeth, using his free hand to rub the steam off the mirror. You listened for a few seconds, trying to hear if he left or not. Dean was looking in the mirror at the shower, your silhouette visible through the frosted glass. His pupils dilated as he looked at the curves where your waist went to your hips.
Dean was caught off guard when you opened the shower door and peeked your head out. He pretended to look at his teeth in the mirror.
“Dean, if you’re not going to get out, can you pass me the towel?” You asked quietly.
Dean inhaled sharply and turned around, “Not a please?” He grinned and reached out to grab the soft, brown towel.
A dark blush coated your cheeks as you felt his eyes follow a water droplet that travelled down your neck.
Your voice came out as a whisper, “Please, Dean” You breathed.
Dean raised an eyebrow and outstretched his hand toward you. “Good girl,” He praised as you took the towel, noticing how your eyes darkened slightly. “Wouldn’t wanna forget manners” He winked and turned to exit the bathroom.
You leant against the tiled wall next to you, your breathing shallow. “ Oh my god..” You mumbled quietly.
You sighed and wrapped the towel around you before stepping out of the shower. You looked at yourself in the mirror and ran your fingertips over the jagged scar on your left collar bone. You had gotten it on your first hunt, you just didn’t move quick enough. It messed with your self esteem allot. Always poked out of your shirts.
You sighed and began to brush your teeth, one hand holding the towel tightly. You nodded to yourself and creaked open the bathroom door. You sprinted to your own room, ignoring the raised eyebrow you got from Dean. You dressed quickly in dark blue jeans, brown boots, a white polo shirt.
Humming, You left your room with your leather jacket in your hands. You walked into Bobby’s dining room and kissed his cheek.
“Morning Bobby, Where’s Sammy?” You asked quietly as you sat yourself next to Dean.
Bobby looked up from his paper and smiled, “He’s gettin’ ready, Darlin’” He mumbled before turning back to the article he was reading.
Dean glanced at you, briefly looking up from his research. “Y/N, can you bring me back some pie?”
You nodded, hiding the brush that rose on your cheeks as you recalled the scene in the bathroom.
The corner of his lips turned to a smirk, his eyes catching your blush. He knew.
A sigh of relief left your lips when Sam entered the room. You abruptly shot up from your seat next to dean and bolted for the door. Sam’s eyebrow were raised in question as he followed. Once the two of you were seated comfortably in the Impala, Sam turned to you with a smirk.
“What is going on with you and my brother?” He questioned, his smirk only grew when you stumbled over your words.
Leaning back against the seat, you inwardly groaned.You knew there was a reason why Sam wanted to get you breakfast. It wasn’t out of the goodness of his heart at all.
“Sam.. Nothing is going on..” You mumbled quietly. “There never will be”
Sam quickly glanced to you in realization. “You like him?” Sam pulled over to the side of the road and shut off the engine. “Tell him”
Your eyes widened as you stared at Sam as if he had three heads.”And get knocked down? Sam, he’s not the girlfriend type, okay..” You looked down at your hands, feeling your throat close slightly.
“ Y/N, He told me what he said to you. Dean’s feelings will never change towards you.” Sam sighed and started the engine again.
An hour or two later, you exited the Impala back at Bobby’s. A clang of something metal drew your attention to one of the cars in the yard. There you saw Dean’s legs poking out from underneath it. You slowly walked towards him, a small container in your hands.
You stood at the ends of his feet. “ Dean..” you called gently
Dean slid out from under the car, sweat beads gliding down his face and neck. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he stared up at you.
“Did you get my pie,Sweets?” He asked as he picked up a rag to wipe his hands of grease.
Breathless you held up the container in your hands making Dean smile praisingly at you. He stood slowly, a slight smirk on his moist lips. He was so close now. His hands raised from his sides to grab the container, purposely brushing his fingertips over your wrist as he took it from your trembling hands. He placed the pie on the hood of the car he was working on. He turned back to you, his eyes swimming with something you couldn’t identify.
“ Thank you,” He rasped. “ Why are you so good to me,Y/N” He said proudly.
Dean walked closer, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick over his bottom lip, his eyes were roaming your body. Your chest was rising and falling in slight pants, you weren’t exhausted. You were effected by him. You tried not to let out a moan as he praised you, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as Dean’s left hand rose to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your thighs tensed, trying to stop the spur of arousal that coarser through you every time he touched you.
Dean let his hand lay on your chest, over your heart, feeling the fast thrum of your heart. “Your heart is beating so fast” He teased. “What’s wrong?” He asked even though he knew.
Dean knew you was reacting to him. The way he praises you, the way he looks at you. You stood silent, teeth still gnawing at your lip. You nearly choked on your breath when Dean ran his thumb over your bottom lip, unhooking it from your teeth. He loved it. Your flustered and bewildered expression. He stared at you bottom lip which was red and plump from your teeth. His right hand slid around your waist and pulled you flush against his body, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. A muted whimper left your throat as his left hand ran over the span of your stomach and to your hip, gripping it firmly.
“ You think I haven’t noticed?” His hot breath fanned against your neck making you shiver. “The way you respond to me when I tell you how good you are” Dean gently kissed your ear.
You raised your hands to grip his shoulders as he lightly pushed his pelvis against yours. “Oh my god.” Your head dropped into Dean’s neck in a result of his grinding hips.
“Aren’t you a good girl… Being so responsive for me” Dean growled lowly into your ear.
You put a hand on both of his cheeks and lifted his head so he looked you in the eye. “Dean, please” You panted. “ Please kiss me”
Your beg seemed to break his slow torture. Dean slid his left hand around your back to bring you even closer whilst his right hand weaved through your hair to hold your head firmly. He leant in slowly, his eyes locking with yours. He could see the lust in your stare. The way your breathing stopped and got stuck in your throat and the way your hands balled his black t-shirt in fists. Your lips were so so close. They just lightly brushed over each other ready to be sealed in a heat of passion, They were so close inching even closer when-
“Dean! I think we got a case!“ Sam boomed from Bobby’s porch, his eyes scanning the yard for him.
Dean cursed loudly and stood up straight. “For fuck sake,Sammy” He growled angrily. “ We will finish this later and that’s a promise.” He leant down and crashed his lips against your own.
He hurriedly moved his lips against yours. He didn’t want to have to wait hours or even weeks for a moment like this again. He knew that if he tasted you now, he wouldn’t be able to hold I off until later.
With that thought, Dean left you standing felling breathless and needy and standing in the yard.
OK, don't blame me for making this terrible joke: does supernatural fandom have a gif of Dean being a child? No, cause he never was one! Ok, I'll go to hell now
Guyyys I think I'll start Supernatural. Is it very gory tho? Like, I mean from "well yeah there's blood" to "well one guy's guts fell out and he started eating them, and then the other guy cut his eyes out and put the guts in his eye sockets"? I need to know.
My mother just called Supernatural porn.
Me: Not today Satan.
Lucifer: Aw c’mon! You’ve been cancelling our plans for weeks now! Was it something I said? Could ya just tell me?
Shut Up Naomi
Summary: Y/N is Chucks mate and has a few words with Naomi after Cas gets out of her control.
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Naomi sat at her desk. No news about Castiel yet. Cas was a well trained dog a few days ago, but he just couldn’t hurt Dean. That’s what being an angel is about. Caring and protecting humans. Castiel is a good angel, but Naomi wasn’t.
Y/N wasn’t in hiding like Chuck was. Y/N liked being on earth, but she could still sense the happenings in heaven. Y/N is one of the oldest beings of course and everyone knew that she created the earth with God. Y/N is very powerful, like God… and everyone knew that.
“Naomi,” her shoulders shook, Naomi knew that voice. Everyone, knows that voice. It was the mother of all angels. She turned with a frightened look on her face and she looked at her mother as she spoke again, “Do you want to tell me why you planned on killing Dean Winchester?”
Naomi had no words, it was Y/N. She was afraid that with one wrong word, she would be killed. Y/N didn’t need an angel blade to kill Naomi.
“I-I-I-” Y/N stood, intently watching as she stuttered. Naomi was still frightened. People could say that Y/N is far more intimidating than God, and they would be correct.
“Naomi, I asked you a question” Y/N slowly approached the desk before sitting in one of her chairs. Naomi knew she had to answer. She would be here forever.
“I,” she cleared her throat, “I was doing my job.” This made Y/N narrow her eyes. Angels.
“Tell me Naomi, since when was killing humans, your job,” she looked expectantly, “last I knew, your expertise is with angels. Dean is not an angel that needs to be fixed.”
“Yes, but-”
“Shut up Naomi. Dean is not to be harmed. I don’t want to hear about another incident like this again,” Y/N kept her firm gaze, she was not one to be messed with, “you know what the Winchesters means to us. I will not hesitate to come back here” and just like that, she was gone.
Naomi let out a breath and thought over the conversation. They were right, Y/N is a force to be reckoned with.
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Y/N saw that Castiel was on a bus, running, going to hide. She decided it would be good for Cas to see her. He had a long journey ahead of him. You popped in next to him, frightening him. Doubt anyone would expect such a powerful being like Y/N to ever come to them.
“Mother…I-”
“It’s okay Castiel. I am not here to send you back to heaven or smite you,” she looked at him and gave him a small smile, “I wanted to say I was proud of you. I know your father isn’t here and you’re taking a huge risk by protecting this tablet. God knows how hard he worked on it,” she looks down and thought for a while, “this is a big task. I know you can do it.” She was about to leave when she remembered, “oh, and if Naomi acts up again, just send me a prayer. Just, keep me informed.” Castiel nodded, obeying his mother, “we love you Castiel. I know you won’t let us down.” And she was gone.