Daily Supernatural Pairing

Current hiatus due to finals as of 4/19/2014. Will be back first week of May. Requests still open! A blog inspired by this wonderful blog! This blog will run under the same premise except I will be writing for multiple pairings. Please see my about and rules section for the pairings I am comfortable writing for and any rules for sending in requests. May be NSFW at times. Please scroll wisely.

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is there a way to see the request queue if you're on mobile?

I'm not sure if there is on the app, but if you're using a browser just type in /requests after the URL and it should take you to the list.

Currently on hiatus, requests still open.

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I do not message people back unless they have a question about something in particular. I do keep the asks so I can reply to them when I write the fic. So if you would like to make sure I received your request just click on the request queue on the sidebar! 

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can i ask a meg/benny with meg as a female captain pirate and benny trying to woo her?

Okay so I got a little carried away with this one because I really like Meg/Benny. I hops this is what you wanted! I claim to know nothing about pirates or being shot, so overlook any discrepancies please. I also got a little fluffy…

I’m also putting this one under the cut because it got super long and I didn’t mean for it to.

The seas had been rough and Meg didn’t exactly have the best crew on her ship. She had to fight to get anyone to even join her. Most men wouldn’t hear about a woman captain, said it was bad luck to even have a woman on the ship. So she had to offer incentive to them, better pay, and a shorter term on the ship. Just one trip was all she asked of anyone. And that time was up for most of them.

A few stragglers who just needed the money stayed on board with her, but most of the others left, claiming that if they stayed on her ship too long the bad luck would rub off on them permanently.

Now Meg had never really ran into any trouble and the fact that everyone claimed bad luck always got to her. She’d almost given up a few times and just went back into some kind of normal life. But somehow she always ended up getting enough men for her crew to go back out again.

She’d been out on the waters for at least a year now, only setting anchor to board another ship and take what she and her crew could get their hands on and splitting it equally between them all. The only captain out there who didn’t take more than their fair share and still no one wanted to be a part of her crew. Their loss.

Her ship was docked at a small town known for being easy to recruit for trips and she was currently making her way to one of the open pubs where the crewmen were usually found. But she was stopped short by a tall scruffy looking man. Meg readied herself for trouble, knowing she had at least some sort of reputation around these parts. But instead the man gave a top of his hat to her and a smile crept across his face.

“Mornin’ ma’am. Heard you were lookin’ for some new crew members.”

Meg just stared at him for a moment, no one had ever approached her to join her crew, it had always been her having to scour the bottom for whoever she could take.

“Might be. Depends on who you are and what you’ve got to offer” she said, meeting his eyes for the first time with her own small smirk.

"Name’s Benny Lafitte ma’am,” he took his hat off and held a hand out to her, “Heard you’re a fair captain who treats her crewman fairly. Don’t hear much about anyone like that ‘round here anymore.”

Meg took ahold of Benny’s hand and gave it her best firm shake.

“Well Benny. I guess if you’re lookin’ then you’ve got yourself a place on my ship. Think you could help me round up a few more men?”

Benny just nodded his head and made his way into the pub Meg was on her way to. Within ten minutes he had an entire crew of men ready to board Meg’s ship. Maybe Meg was a little impressed by how quickly Benny had been able to put a crew together, but she still had to inspect the men he’d found.

She lined them all up outside of where her ship was docked, giving them all a good once over, Benny included. Most of them still had their teeth at least, but a lot of them looked a little straggly. Well, can’t exactly be choosy in this business she figured.

For Benny’s help Meg offered him extra pay but he refused it. “All in a day’s work” he’d said, and Meg had smiled and sent him off to start swabbing the deck with a few others before they set out.

They’d been out on the water for a few months now and this crew had proven to be one of her best yet. They’d acquired more jewels and gold than she had on any other trip, and she figured a lot of that had to do with Benny. He’d all but become her right-hand man, sending the men out to do their jobs when Meg was busy on her own. Again she’d offered him more pay, but he’d refused it saying he only wanted to get paid what the other men were.

One night after boarding a ship thought to be abandoned, Meg had ended up getting shot in the leg. Benny of course had been right by her side, ordering the men to finish up and grab what they could then get back on board their ship. He had scooped her up and headed back to her quarters. Without a word he’d ripped the pants around her wound and used the cloth to tie around it and stop the bleeding until he found the right things to remove the bullet.

Meg was losing blood fairly quickly and within a short amount of time she had blacked out. When she woke she was in her bed with proper dressing around her wound, all the bleeding almost completely stopped. Her eyes fluttered opened and scanned the almost dark room only to stop short on the silhouette near the end of her bed.

She sat up quickly, thinking the worst, that maybe she’d been captured. But she remembered Benny carrying her off the other ship and stopped short.

“Benny?”

His head shot up from an in and out sleep he’d been in, constantly checking the bleeding of Meg’s leg throughout the night.

“Hey there darlin’…” he stopped and corrected himself, clearing his throat slightly. “Mornin’ ma’am…how’s that leg feelin’?”

Meg caught the sort of affectionate tone in his voice and leaned over to light the lantern by her bedside, groaning a little bit from straining the wound. But Benny was quick to her side to make her lie back down.

“Careful now, don’t wanna bust it back open. Did my best stitchin’ job on it ya know” he smiled giving a nod toward the wound.

“Benny…I really wish you’d take that raise I’ve been trying to give you. You’re the reason I’ve got this crew and now I owe you even more.” Meg knew that if Benny hadn’t been there she may not have made it off that ship.

“Wouldn’t be fair to everybody else. I appreciate it, but I was just doin’ my job is all. You’re the captain of this ship, we don’t sail without you.”

Another affectionate tone to his voice now joined by a smile made Meg reach over to place her hand over Benny’s much larger hand. Meg wasn’t blind, Benny was a nice looking man, but he was also a part of her crew.

“Why’re you so noble Benny Lafitte? Any other man would have left me there and taken the money for themselves, along with my ship.”

“Other men must not be as faithful to their captains I reckon…”

Maybe Meg was reading Benny wrong but she could have sworn this was some weird way of flirting. Or at least she hoped so. She shifted her weight from the wounded leg and leaned up to grab Benny by his collar and gently tug him down to her level.

The light from the lantern next to them flickered on both their faces as Meg pulled Benny into a soft kiss. “Consider this your raise” she mumbled between their lips on each others.

The next few years being on and off the water was always spent with Benny Lafitte by Meg’s side. Men from all over fought to join their crew now, they quickly became legendary for their yearly trips out and all the loot they’d manage to come back with.

Captain Meg and her right-hand man Benny Lafitte were known countries over, and any time they docked they had a line of men to inspect being able to pick and choose who they brought aboard.

They traveled together for years after, eventually making what they had official and making Captain Meg, Captain Meg Lafitte. They had a good ten years out on the waters together until one thing forced them to dock for good.

A dark night together in that same bed, Meg rolling over to smile at Benny and grabbing his hand to lay across her stomach. “I reckon we’re gonna add another one to this family.” And that was when they hung it up for good. Taking the money they’d accrued over the years and buying themselves a nice house to raise their family in.

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how about some crowstiel. c: something cute involving Cas being sick and Crowley trying to figure out how to take care of him. anything along those lines sounds great! c:

Okay so with this one I just kind of went post-fall and maybe a little AU since Castiel didn't really stay with Sam and Dean that long. So I hope this is okay! I couldn't really get too fluffy with these two.

The bunker was quiet with Sam and Dean gone on a hunt, but Castiel didn't really mind. He liked the quiet, it let him think about things. And now that he had all but become powerless he spent a lot of time thinking. He was grateful that the brothers had taken him in after the fall and allowed him his own room in their bunker, it was almost as if he had a family of his own.

Of course, the silence wasn't long lasting because there was a muffled grumble from a few rooms away. With a sigh Castiel stood and made his way towards the very back of the bunker, sliding open a door to a dark room.

“Took you long enough angel, what was the hold up?” Crowley was shrouded in a small light from the cracked door and Castiel just scowled at him from a few feet away.

“How about you be a darling and let me stretch my legs?”

“You know I am not to do that Crowley. I’m not falling for your tricks.” Castiel’s gruff voice spoke back in return as he turned to leave the room again. But before he was able to get all the way out he broke out into a coughing fit.

“Oh my, that sounds awfully—human.” Crowley sneered with a twang of interest.

“I believe it is only a cold,” was said as Castiel shut the door, “I will be fine.”

A few hours went by and Castiel’s cough only worsened and a touch to his forehead made him realize that he skin was very hot and clammy. He had no way to leave the bunker unless he walked and walking to a hospital was very much out of the question. That only left him with one choice.

The door slid open slowly and Castiel leaned up against the wall at the opening, peering at Crowley. “I need your help.”

“Thought you’d never ask love. That’s not just a cold you've got there. Now you know you’re going to have to let me out if you expect any help from me at all.”

Of course Castiel had planned on it. Hopefully Crowley wouldn't try anything because if he did Castiel would have no choice but to let him go. He was powerless and right now it took all his strength to even stand.

He made his way over to Crowley, pulling the key he had scoured the bunker for out of his pocket and undoing each lock that was holding Crowley to the chair before rubbing a piece of the trap painted on the floor away with his foot.

“Show me where the bathroom is and your room as well.”

Castiel did as Crowley asked, taking him first to the bathroom where Crowley stocked up on certain things then back to his own room. It was very empty since he really had nothing of his own. The only things in the room were the bed, a small table by it, and a chair in the corner.

Crowley instructed Castiel to lost the coat, tie and shoes and get into bed underneath the blankets. Castiel was hesitant but Crowley hadn't attempted to harm him yet, so maybe he was to be trusted…for now.

“Better be glad I've been around many things over my years angel. Too bad you don’t have any of your angel juice left, could have saved yourself the trouble.”

Castiel nodded and made no comment about his loss of powers. Crowley had noticed it as soon as he saw Castiel after the fall and had mentioned it every time he was around.

“If you try to poison me or anything else Sam and Dean will find you.”

This was met with a loud chuckle from Crowley. “Oh believe me, if I wanted to poison you I would already have it over with.”

Crowley made Castiel take a string of medicines that did not have a pleasant taste to them at all and every time Castiel made a sour face it only made Crowley laugh at him.

“You are thousands of years old and you are making a face at human medicine. My how the mighty have fallen.”

Castiel shot the demon a look that made Crowley throw his hands up in defense. “Right, I’ll shut up about that then.”

For a moment Crowley just stood by Castiel’s bed after he had finished giving him the last dose of the medicine. They were both quiet and just sort of staring off at nothing in particular. Crowley moved across the room, grabbed the chair in the corner and pulled it up next to Castiel’s bed.

“What are you doing? Sam and Dean will be angry if they come back and you are out of your restraints.” Castiel’s brows knitted together with concern and he began to try to get out of bed to take Crowley back to the room.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll make sure they don’t find out” the demon spoke in return and pushed the ex-angel back down onto the bed, hand lingering against his chest a moment, the man was running a horrid fever.

Finally Castiel calmed back down. There wasn't much he could do to make Crowley go back at this point. The little movement that he made had ended up leaving him with the entire room spinning around him. Eventually he felt his eyelids becoming heavier and before he knew it he was asleep.

Crowley stayed by Castiel’s bedside, leaning in to place his palm to the other man’s forehead every so often to check that his fever was breaking. When he was satisfied with the temperature Castiel had went back to he stood from the chair to finally stretch his limbs and walk around the room for a few minutes.

A rumble outside and voices jerked Crowley out of his stride and he booked it back through the bunker to the dark room he had been chained in.

When Sam and Dean came back in they found Castiel fast asleep, medicine by his bedside. And they found Crowley chained back to the chair sitting in the dark room exactly as they had found him.

Of course, in the dark they didn't notice the broken trap on the floor, but Castiel would fix that the next day when he came back to Crowley to thank him. And over the rest of his time there whenever the brothers went out he always unchained Crowley and they walked around the bunker together so the demon could stretch his limbs. Always to return back as he was to not raise suspicion.

It had been months since Castiel had fallen sick, and there had been no mention of the brothers suspecting a thing.

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you didn't say anything about genderswap... is that ok for you?

Ahh I forgot about genderswap. But yes, I can do genderswap. But if you're wanting something nsfw-ish, I make no promises on how well I can do that. But I can give it a shot!

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Oh my the followers have multiplied. I hope that means the first writing was a success, even though it doesn't have many notes. But I still only have one more request in my inbox that I'll be doing in a few hours. This time we're going to have some Crowstiel up for the day. But come on, don't be shy, send me some more requests lovelies.

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You're asking for requests, right? Sastiel man, maybe based around the ocean because I have been reading things with ocean imagery and i'm a little obsessed atm. This is such a cool idea for a blog.

I really hope this is okay. I kind of went AU on it and stuff…And thank you so much! Here’s to having my first request!

“Come on Cas, we’re almost there.” Sam stopped mid stride and turned back to see Castiel sitting on a rock digging through his bag and producing a granola bar and a bottle of water. He tromped his way back over the rocky pathway, “Really? Another break?”

“Yes Sam, I read that when one is hiking they should stay sufficiently hydrated. I broke a small sweat and wanted to make sure I stopped to re-hydrate myself. You should have some too.”

Sam just sighed and took a seat on the rock next to the other man. There really was no arguing with him when it came to things like this he had found in the year he had been dating Castiel.

Castiel was a secretary (although he preferred to be called a receptionist and would argue with you about it until he was blue in the face) at the local dentist’s office that Sam had happened to walk into one day to make an appointment after his dentist had moved to another city. Sam was caught off guard by the man sitting at the front desk who greeted him when he walked in.

“Hello there. What can I assist you with today?” The voice behind the desk had spoken with a friendly but gravelly voice that Sam was definitely not expecting. Blue eyes looked up to meet Sam’s and for a moment he had forgotten how to speak. But finally, he was able to make his appointment and ended up thinking about the man all day.

Sam was a little loopy from the nitrous oxide he had been given during his visit and he took the chance while he had the guts to do it. He asked the man at the front desk for his number and if he would like to have lunch the next day.

Castiel had never had such a handsome man ask him out before, but that could also be the nitrous oxide talking, but he accepted the offer and was at a small diner the next day with one Sam Winchester, attorney at law.

They had many more dates after that and they were quick to learn about each other. One of those things was that Sam was a little bit of a health nut. He enjoyed morning runs, salads and hiking. Today was one of the latter.

The air was peppered with spray from the ocean below them and the wind whipped around their bodies as they sat on the large rock. By now they had come a few hundred feet up but had yet to reach their destination; a large lighthouse that was perched cliff-side.

Sam took the bottle of water from Castiel after he had a few drinks from it and watched as the waves crashed into the rocks below them. They both had the weekend off and had decided to take advantage of it with a hike, much to Castiel’s whining about it. He wasn't much for long hikes unless the weather was just right, and up this high and was a little cool for his tastes. But, he hadn't complained yet, just made a lot of pit stops for water and snacks. Sam wasn't complaining about that either.

Finally, they finished off the water together and Castiel ate the last bite of the granola bar and they headed back to their destination. It wasn't far now and they reached the lighthouse about fifteen minutes later.

“Oh Sam, you were right, it’s absolutely beautiful up here,” Castiel exclaimed once they were able to look over to see the ocean spread out below them for miles and miles. The sun shined down on the water, creating a sparkle in the ripples and every now and then you could see a fish break the surface. Castiel was absolutely in love with the view. And Sam was in love with his view of Castiel.

The lighthouse had been abandoned long ago when a new one was built not too far from where this one stood, so this one in particular had been left preserved fairly well. Sam found the door and they made their way inside, climbing up the winding steps until they were at the very top, peering out the window that overlooked the water.

There was enough space for the two of them up there and Castiel looked beautiful with the sun shining through the window, illuminating his dark hair and making his already bright blue eyes shine even more.

This was it then. If there was a time to do it, it was now. Sam dug around in the small bag he had carried up with him, making sure that Castiel didn't sneak his way into it for any reason, and he produced a small box. He took Castiel’s hand in his a little shakily, and pressed the box into his palm.

“It’s for you. I just want you to know how much you mean to me. This year has been the best year of my life.” And it really had been too, he couldn't have imagined not meeting Castiel that day or being just loopy enough to ask him to lunch. Thankfully it had all worked to his advantage.

Castiel opened the small box to be met with a small silver key inside and his eyes grew wide when he looked up to the taller man. “Is this—Sam, are you sure?”

“I've never been so sure of anything in my life Cas. Move in with me, please. I want to go to sleep with you by my side every night and wake up to your face every morning….if you’ll let me.”

“I want the same thing. Yes. Please. Of course Sam. Of course.” He leaned up on his tiptoes to reach the taller man and plant a kiss on his lips, just lingering there with the sunlight shining down on them and warming them both.

It wasn't a marriage proposal, it wasn't anything set in stone. But it meant getting to see Castiel every day, and Sam couldn't be happier.

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4 followers, wow hello! Please don’t be afraid to send in some requests to me so I can get this blog up and running. You can find my rules for requests here, along with the pairings I will be writing on this blog. Send away, don’t be shy!

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Okay, now we're at 10 followers and I don't want to be too repetitive, but I'd really love to get some requests to get started with. If not, I'll think up something of my own tonight and post it for a good start!

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New Blog!

Just flinging myself out there for now! I'm just tagging some of the ships I'll be writing for in hopes that I'm able to wrangle some people to come in and send some requests. Please read the about section for information on what I will and will not write! But I hope to spark some interest!