A wild sassy drabble just appeared. :P
Slight spoilers for 7x21 “Reading Is Fundamental”. (this drabble takes place around a scene in that episode)
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“What do you mean better?”
All previous thoughts rushed out of Sam’s head then as well as his breath. All he could do was stare at Castiel’s incredulous look. This man here—this broken angel—who had been reduced down into a mental patient looked so innocent and unaware as if this was the way it had always been. That this was normal and perfectly okay. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Not when Sam had these memories of another with the same appearance who he missed.
This wasn’t the Castiel he knew. It hurt even worse knowing that this was still Castiel all the same. Was it selfish to want the other Castiel back? Would it be a crime to change him when this new Castiel seemed perfectly happy with himself now? Would they even be able to fix him? Sam didn’t know. All he knew was that he missed him. Truly, honestly missed him. Even with after everything that had happened, he just wanted the old Castiel back.
Sam wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to take seeing him like this. Who was this stranger? It wasn’t Castiel. No, it was just someone who had his name and face. It hurt having to be around him. It hurt having to see him like this, especially when Castiel played it off as nothing.
Also, Castiel had been wrong earlier. Sam wasn’t just worried about the burden Castiel lifted from him. No, that’s not why he was worried. It wasn’t the guilt of feeling like he’d passed his pain onto someone else. No, it was the guilt and grief of having lost someone dear to him partialy due to him. Then he didn’t want Castiel back because it would ease his guilt. That wasn’t the case at all. He wanted him back because he missed having him in his life.
If they couldn’t fix Castiel, Sam wasn’t sure he was prepared with having to let him go. It wasn’t the same as mourning over the dead. Sam would literally have to let him go. He’d have to acknowledge that Castiel was alive, that this was how he was going to be from now on, and that he’d never see the former Castiel ever again while this stranger walked around in his place.
The old memories would just grow staler and more painful as the new memories forced their way to replace Sam’s vision of him. Sam didn’t want to have to lose Castiel. If he absolutely had to lose him, Sam certainty didn’t want to lose him like that. Sam wasn’t lying. He would do everything he could to help save him, even if this new Castiel wouldn’t understand why it was necessary. Was that really such a crime?
Forgiving You →
Title: Forgiving You
Genre: Angst/Friendship/Family (with Pre-slash Undertones)
Pairing: Sam/Cas (Pre-slash & Friendship), Dean/Cas (Friendship), Dean/Sam (Brotherly)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Takes place in Season 7, and all of the italics dialogue comes from “The Born-Again Identity” (7x17).
Summary: This is just like everything else in Dean’s life. Even when it comes to forgiving Cas, the reasons why Dean does anything at all is because of Sam.
Notes: I found the inspiration for this fic thanks to something Jensen said during one of the JIBCon 2012 panels. He disagrees with the fact that Dean would have Cas’s trench coat all neatly folded in the back of some stolen car that’s not even the Impala. My brain kind of went, “No, wait. Jensen’s right….What if it wasn’t Dean though? Saaaaam. e u e <3” Thus, this was born.
Also, please be gentle with me. ;w; I’m really nervous about posting this fic actually. It was finished yesterday, but I didn’t post it right away. I kept looking back over it and editing it. This story kind of circles around a topic I know is considered to be ideologically sensitive to a lot of SPN lovers because of the whole Sam’s Hell-wall breaking because of Cas, hard feelings towards Cas, etc. That whole thing. THIS STORY ENDS WELL, I PROMISE. You just gotta stick with it until the end. OTL. ;;;;
Something I drew while feeling down. I just thought I’d share it on tumblr too just cause. XD
Now time to go read fanfiction and snooze~ = u = <3
Dean rolled his eyes and half groaned. “Sam, I don’t want to play right now. I said I’m busy. You don’t have to throw a tantrum about it.”
It didn’t matter. The rejection had already been given, and four-year-old Sammy’s feelings had been hurt. As soon as Dean said no and tried to continue watching Thundercats, Sam had stormed around to the back of the couch. He flopped down onto the wooden tile with his back against it and crossed his arms. Tears began to form in his hazel, puppy-dog eyes as he stared down at one of the cracks in the wood. It didn’t matter that the sound was faint. Sam could have been all the way in the bedroom, and Dean still would have heard the soft sound of sniffling.
Dean frowned as guilt tightened in the pit of his stomach. That’s all it took. It wasn’t about him anymore. It didn’t matter that Dean had never seen this episode before. It didn’t matter that their dad would be back to move them all again, which meant that Dean wouldn’t be able to watch the rerun of it later. No. Now, it was all about Sam.
With the cartoon forgotten, Dean walked around to the back of the couch and cautiously knelt down to his little brother’s level. Although he had been quick to get to his brother’s side, he was hesitant now. He didn’t want to accidentally say or do the wrong thing that would make tears start to stream down Sam’s face. Dean always hated seeing Sam cry. “Hey,” Dean called out quietly. “Sammy, don’t cry, okay? Please? I’ll play with you, see?”
Sam still didn’t look at him. He only buried his face into his knees with his feelings still hurt. Dean frowned. “Sam,” He half whined in frustration, but that of course didn’t get much of a reaction either.
“Okay. If that’s how you wanna play.”
Sam’s eyes widened when he felt himself suddenly being picked up. In a matter of seconds, Dean had flopped down onto his back and had Sam balancing on top of his hands and socked feet. After blinking down in surprise at his big brother for a minute or two, Dean grinned. The sadness had been shocked out of Sam as he slowly realized what was happening. When Dean turned slightly and began to lean Sam to one side, he gasped dramatically, “Oh no! Sammy, you’re going to crash! Hurry! Get your wings out!”
A small smile began to form on Sam’s face. Without hesitation, he spread his arms out. Dean’s grin widened as he watched his plan work like a charm and begin to cheer his little brother up. “Oh no!” He continued to commentary their imaginary game. “You’re falling! You’re falling!”
“Mm-nn!” Sam hummed an objection and tried to force his arms out even wider. He waved small circles through the air. “Fly!”
“Whoa!” Dean exclaimed as he began to quickly sway Sam left and right. “Not so fast! You’re flying all over the place!”
Sam’s eyes slipped closed as a fit of giggles overtook him. His body began to lightly shake as laughter rumbled out of him. “Fly faster!” He managed to choke out between laughs. “Fly! Fly!”
Dean couldn’t help but laugh now too. Sam’s laughter was contagious and quickly caught hold of him. “Not so fast! You’ll crash into the mountains!”
“No, I won’t!”
They were off in their own little world then. Neither of them heard the sound of keys jingling and the front door opening. John didn’t open the door completely, stopped by the sight of his two sons playing in the floor. A look of slight surprise formed on his face as he paused. With the door barely open, he watched them for a moment.
“You might!”
“Nu-uh!”
“Maybe with you flying so crazy!”
Sam’s giggles died down some, even though it still looked like the wide grin on his face spread from ear to ear. He shook his head quickly, locks of brown hair flipping around everywhere. “Bubba’s got me.”
Those words had been barely mumbled out—which probably had something to do with the fact that Sam’s sides probably hurt from laughing so hard—but Dean heard them loud and clear. The grin fell off his face as confusion formed in his green eyes. “What?”
“Bubba’s got me,” Sam repeated. His large, hazel eyes were glowing with mirth as he continued to wave his arms around in the air. “You won’t let me crash. Never, ever, ever!”
As those words slowly began to sink in, a warm smile stretched Dean’s lips. “Yeah, you’re right. I got you, Sammy. Always.”
A pleased smile warmed John’s tired face. He gave a small nod to himself before quietly stepping back outside. Maybe he’d wait a little bit and go get himself a soda or some fast food down the block. He guessed they didn’t have to leave right this instant. Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt anything.
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So, um. This happened.
I couldn’t help myself, you guys. That picture just gave me all the feelings, and I had to write a fic for it. ;w; <33
(Source: askbabynatural)
With The Program (Dean Winchester/Damian Wayne)
Title: With The Program
Rating: R-ish? Teen?
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Damian Wayne
Fandoms: Supernatural, DCU
Word Count: 469
Summary: Dean/Damian slash. Yep. Dean and Damian in a hotel bed. That’s pretty much it. Not quite porn but was getting there.
Lindsey wanted Dean/Damian, so yeahhh. This happened.
XD Enjoy?
I added this to a sketchdump I was making. I decided to go ahead and cut this part and post it on my tumblr though so you guys could see it. XD
NIKKY.
SPARKLE, SPARKLE. -twirls your son’s pinwheel hat- 8D
Monster Girl And Boy Generator
Elderly werewolf boy who wears a button down shirt and wants Join
I didn’t know what they meant by “Join”, so I just went with gay pride and unions and stuff. XD Haha. This was quite fun to do. o u o
Caught Red Handed (SPN, R-rating, Sam & Dean) →
Anyone interested in a little fic?~ :3
Warnings & Kinks: Blood, mentions of murder & torture, sociopath!Dean/twisted!Dean, large amounts of anguish; set in S1
Word Count: 3,921
Pairing: None/Brotherly (or implied wincest/pre-slash if you so choose)
Summary: Sam catches Dean trying to sneak back into the motel room at an odd hour in the early morning. The sinking feeling in his gut tells him that the bar isn’t the only place Dean’s been tonight.
Notes: Ohoho! I kind of want to make a ‘verse with this anguished twisted!Dean, but I’m not sure if it’s going to happen or not yet. I have a few ideas for it, but I guess we’ll see. I just wanted to try my hand at writing this when the plot bunny scurried along. e u e Hopefully it’s enjoyable! Oh and jsyk, this is set after the “Bloody Mary” episode but before the “Skin” episode. c: Kthxbye
I love it when English gives me an excuse to write. :P
Meh. I just felt like posting this little story I had to write for an assignment just cause. Just felt like it. xD;
Title: Uhh…No title. XD;
Genre: Friendship
Word Count: 559
Warning: Racism themes and undertones
Summary: With his mom away, I figured he’d take up the opportunity to initiate a conversation, but I was unnerved instead when all that came was a quick glance and grimace in my direction. Within the dull silence, it was only then that my smile faltered.
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ONWARD, MOOSE! :DD
Ehehe! XD
I told you guys I was gonna draw fanart! Omg, look! It’s my first Supernatural fanart ever!! O__o <3
Also lol yes, that is me. XD And I actually am wearing that exact outfit right now too. Except I’m wearing green & purple checkered socks at the moment, but I wanted to draw myself with bare feet just cause. X3
So, um, enjoy my silly little fanart? :3
