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Happy birthday to the one and only @fanfic-from-a-67-impala. You’re amazing Amelia, and I hope you enjoy this.

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Things I love about this:

- Mary

- Jody

- Alex calling Jody “Mom”

- Claire shipping it

- and Alex eventually shipping it, too

- (spoiler free) the place they go

- (spoiler free) the thing they do

- SNOW

Oh, and you, dude. You. :)

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Imagine sharing a post-hunt beer with Jo

“Huh,” she sighs. “So, that’s a rugaru.”

“Mm-hmm,” you swallow. “Why? What’d you expect?”

Jo pauses a moment to think before saying finally, “Not a flamethrower.”

You laugh.

She glances down to where you roll your beer bottle between your palms, letting the glass cool your burnt hands. In all the commotion of killing the thing, your hands caught a bit of fire. The skin has started to blister, but you press it to the glass and ignore the pricks of pain.

She nods at the bottle, eyebrows raised in question, not waiting for an answer before standing up to cross the cramped motel room and throw open the door of the mini-fridge.

You finish your last swig of beer and set your bottle on the table. “Not everyday you get to use one of those.”

“No kidding,” she calls behind her.

Suddenly hit by a wave of fatigue, you let your gaze drift to the empty chair she left across the table, vaguely aware of the clattering in the fridge.

She returns carrying two bottles by the neck in one hand and a dripping towel in the other.

You eye the towel. “What’s that for?”

Without a word, she reaches across the table, grasps your hands gently, sending a wave of pinpricks through your skin, and places the towel in your hands.

“Oh,” you gasp in surprise at the ice-cold towel. It relieves the burning in your palms suddenly, leaving a numbing sensation. “Thanks.”

“Sure.”

She moves to take her hands away but stops. You realize that it was your own hands that stopped her, gripping onto hers of their own volition.

You let go of her, your cheeks burning, and press your palms again to the towel of ice. You look down at your lap, unable to even glance her way for fear of the horror, confusion, or, even worse, indifference you might find.

You barely feel her wrap her hands around the backs of yours. Your breath still, you slowly raise your eyes to her.

She smiles lightly.

Tags: @ellie-andthemachine @caswinchester2000 @gaybrieljax @emerald-watermelon-199 @mersuperwholocked-lowlife​

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Imagine running into Dean after you left during an argument weeks ago

“I know,” you say. “I should’ve called.”

“What happened?” he asks, eyes anxious.

You sigh, crossing your arms over the sticky bartop. “I needed some time.”

“Time for what?”

“To...” you flounder for the right words. “To figure things out, I guess.”

“Figure things out?” he repeats. “Look, I’m sorry about... all of it. What I said, I didn’t mean it—“

“I know you didn’t.”

He raises his hands in the air, then drops them back at his sides. “Then, why?”

You take a deep breath and exhale, recalling the words you have been practicing in your mind for days.

“You know I love riding with you and your brother,” you begin.

“Yeah,” he says, “we’ve had some good times.”

You nod. “But I used to be my own person, you know? I used to hunt on my own, drive on my own, do everything...”

“I told you, you don’t have to anymore,” he says.

“I know,” you say. “But lately, I’ve been feeling like—yeah, I do.”

He draws back, hurt.

“And not because I think you won’t be there or that I can’t depend on you,” you assure him, “so much as, I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?” he repeats back, as if trying to make sense of the words in his mind.

“You’ve always rolled with your brother, and that’s great, but the team thing? The partner thing? That’s not me.”

You reach a hand to his face, but he pulls away.

“Hey, I get it,” he says, not meeting your eyes. “You gotta go... live your own life.”

“Dean—”

“You should go.” His voice is deeper now, stern.

You want to tell him you love him, that he’s a great hunter, but that you’ve never felt more vulnerable than when you were hunting with him.

It wouldn’t help him, though. It would only help you.

You slide off the bar stool and, with your feet on the ground, pause to press your lips to his cheek.

He still won’t offer you a glance, but you feel him take a shaky breath.

“See you around, Dean,” you whisper.

You leave the bar, not checking to see if he watches you walk away.

Tags: @ellie-andthemachine @caswinchester2000 @gaybrieljax @adoptdontshoppets @emerald-watermelon-199 @mersuperwholocked-lowlife

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“Heaven is a Place on Earth”

Fic by @kaianieves

Art by @tringic

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairing: Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle

Description: Charlie Bradbury has been on the road for as long as she can remember, couch to couch and car to car. Parties, drinking- they’ve never been her favourite things, but they’ve been there. She’s never considered any place her home, though. Until she arrived at Harvelle’s Roadhouse. Until she met Jo. 

Sneak Preview:

“Your name is not Carolyn Card,” Jo scoffed. “C’mon, tell me. It can be our little secret.” She was leaning across the bar in front of Charlie, who has resting her chin on her hands.

For a moment, Charlie didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to tell Jo her name; Celeste Middleton felt so alien.

“Fine, you want to know?” Jo nodded. “Charlie. Charlie Bradbury.”

Jo pursed her lips, mulling it over in her mind. “It’s definitely more believable than Carolyn Card.” She nodded her head. “Charlie.”

She noticed the lack of the disbelieving tone. Jo looked at her, then walked away without another word.

“That’s it?” Charlie called after her. She didn’t get a response.

Coming July 12th

[kaianieves]

Podcast drinking game: every time I get hysterical about Kevin Tran and/or Charlie Bradbury, take a drink.

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I’m down, but only with the addendum that includes every time I get the same way about Mary.

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For the month of Pride, the Supernatural Saffic Challenge shall be running a pride and coming out themed round! Create works for your pairing inspired by them taking pride in being the amazing wlw that they are! Sign ups start May 22nd, closing on May 26th. We’re excited to celebrate with you!

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I’m still here!

I realize I’ve been quiet lately, but I just wanted to let you all know that this is still a writing blog and I will still be posting fics here. I’ve been really busy lately with the podcast and finals, but I’ll be getting fics out soon (and answering requests from, like, six months ago). Sorry for abandoning you guys for a bit.

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The Ladies of Season 14

From Mary to Billie, we've had a season full of lovely ladies. Yay or nay? Find out what we think, and let us know what you thought in the c

Our first episode is up on Podbean!

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I have a podcast!

Well, we have a podcast. @fanfic-from-a-67-impala and I are very excited to announce Zero Luck With the Ladies! It’s where weekly, we’ll be talking about the wonderful women of Supernatural. Treatment within the writing, specific character story arcs, speculation for the fifteenth season and more.

The first episode, talking about all the ladies of season fourteen will be dropping some time early this week. Check back at the podcast blog @zeroluckwiththeladies to find it, other episodes and updates!

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Coming soon to a blog near you!

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Back from my post-Mary hiatus, and I have Things to say.

All right, folks, it finally happened. They killed her off. I don’t know what I was expecting. Did I think this show would, for once, treat a female character with the respect she deserved? Did I think the fandom, now that they didn’t need to experience the utter horror of seeing Mary on their screens, would refrain from the hate that still greatly outnumbers Mary-positive content? Was I expecting some kind of uprising from this pattern of fridging and disposable women and passed-over female-oriented spin-offs?

Of course not.

We’re talking about Mary Winchester, one of the most hated characters on this show, for whatever reason. No one was going to stand up for her or the part she played (or, rather, could have played if the writers had been competent enough to handle her character in the narrative) in the show’s story.

“Supernatural will always be about Sam and De—”

WE KNOW. God, do we know. That doesn’t explain why this show is able write their other male characters as their own characters with their own plots but consistently fails to show their women the same respect.

After Charlie was killed and Wayward was passed, Mary, to me, was this show’s saving grace (aside from Rowena, that is).

I always thought Mary’s (second) death would be the reason I stopped watching this show. When the announcement that Supernatural would end with season 15, I told myself that she would only need to make it though one more season until I could imagine a happy ending for her. I thought I’d know if and when they actually killed her whether or not I would really leave the fandom. It’s taken me about a week and a half of avoiding everything Supernatural-related (which, by the way, is super difficult when you’ve dedicated your entire life to this one show). Long story short, I’ll be staying for at least a while longer, but in a lesser capacity than before. Let’s just say, no more Spn-themed tattoos for me. No more religiously refreshing the CW page to watch the new episode the minute it’s uploaded. No more missing out on real-life things for the sake of this fandom.

But I’ll still be here creating content because that’s how I can honor Mary and her contribution to the show. I’ll keep up with the news and engage in discussions. And, after years of wondering whether I needed Supernatural to be a part of my life, whether I could live without it, I can finally re-enter this fandom knowing that I’m here because I want to be here. For the most part.

(Thanks for reading this, if you did).

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Taking a break.

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In light of the CW releasing this 14.17 promo scene and all the speculation that Mary is going to die, here’s a blog update.

Over the years, Supernatural has given me many reasons to boycott the show. Killing Kevin, killing Charlie, killing Kaia, bringing Kevin back only to kill him again. The list goes on. But I’ve always loved this show more than I’ve hated it, so I continue to watch it and support it and create fan works for it.

There’s no doubt that I love Mary Winchester. I would even go so far as to say she’s my favorite character. She’s in the icons of both my Spn blogs, I’ve written fics about her, I’ve gif-ed endless frames of her, and I’ve gotten into many a Tumblr war defending her. I was thrilled when they brought her back for season 12, and I’ve enjoyed every second of watching her on screen.

If you haven’t watched the 14.17 promo scene yet, here’s an excerpt:

Mary: I just need you to know, I’m grateful for every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

*camera cuts to a worried-looking Dean, dramatic music*

Before watching this, with the knowledge she would be in the upcoming episode along with the rumor of the painful death later this season, I was slightly concerned for her. I took comfort in the fact that Meredith Glynn wrote this episode as I enjoy the Mary she writes, and I had faith that she wouldn’t needlessly kill off this character.

Now, I’m much more worried.

I’ve impulsively written in tags somewhere that if they kill off Mary I’m done with this show. The truth is, I won’t really know if I’ll stop watching and blogging until it happens, and maybe not even then, but I know it’s a possibility.

I thought I’d type up this post in case something does happen to Mary tonight and I decide to end my relationship with this show. As much as I hope I won’t need to, I want to prepare for the possibility by letting you all know what a huge part of my life this show has been and how much I’ve enjoyed my time in this fandom, however conflicted about it I have felt at times.

I sincerely hope this show won’t give me yet another reason to call it quits. I’m logging off for a few hours until the episode is released online to avoid spoilers. See you on the other side (hopefully).

[fanfic-from-a-67-impala]

Well, that was thoroughly unsatisfying, but I guess I’ll be around for another week (you know, to watch the episode that Mary is apparently not in).

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All-righty. Round 2(74,628) of “How Badly Is SPN Going to Screw Over My Favorite Character Tonight?”

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Something gay, dealer's choice. Happy New Year! (This one can wait, by the way.)

I forgot to answer this, but here’s your something gay. Enjoy!

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In light of the CW releasing this 14.17 promo scene and all the speculation that Mary is going to die, here’s a blog update.

Over the years, Supernatural has given me many reasons to boycott the show. Killing Kevin, killing Charlie, killing Kaia, bringing Kevin back only to kill him again. The list goes on. But I’ve always loved this show more than I’ve hated it, so I continue to watch it and support it and create fan works for it.

There’s no doubt that I love Mary Winchester. I would even go so far as to say she’s my favorite character. She’s in the icons of both my Spn blogs, I’ve written fics about her, I’ve gif-ed endless frames of her, and I’ve gotten into many a Tumblr war defending her. I was thrilled when they brought her back for season 12, and I’ve enjoyed every second of watching her on screen.

If you haven’t watched the 14.17 promo scene yet, here’s an excerpt:

Mary: I just need you to know, I’m grateful for every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

*camera cuts to a worried-looking Dean, dramatic music*

Before watching this, with the knowledge she would be in the upcoming episode along with the rumor of the painful death later this season, I was slightly concerned for her. I took comfort in the fact that Meredith Glynn wrote this episode as I enjoy the Mary she writes, and I had faith that she wouldn’t needlessly kill off this character.

Now, I’m much more worried.

I’ve impulsively written in tags somewhere that if they kill off Mary I’m done with this show. The truth is, I won’t really know if I’ll stop watching and blogging until it happens, and maybe not even then, but I know it’s a possibility.

I thought I’d type up this post in case something does happen to Mary tonight and I decide to end my relationship with this show. As much as I hope I won’t need to, I want to prepare for the possibility by letting you all know what a huge part of my life this show has been and how much I’ve enjoyed my time in this fandom, however conflicted about it I have felt at times.

I sincerely hope this show won’t give me yet another reason to call it quits. I’m logging off for a few hours until the episode is released online to avoid spoilers. See you on the other side (hopefully).

[fanfic-from-a-67-impala]

Well, that was thoroughly unsatisfying, but I guess I’ll be around for another week (you know, to watch the episode that Mary is apparently not in).

[fanfic-from-a-67-impala]

In light of the CW releasing this 14.17 promo scene and all the speculation that Mary is going to die, here’s a blog update.

Over the years, Supernatural has given me many reasons to boycott the show. Killing Kevin, killing Charlie, killing Kaia, bringing Kevin back only to kill him again. The list goes on. But I’ve always loved this show more than I’ve hated it, so I continue to watch it and support it and create fan works for it.

There’s no doubt that I love Mary Winchester. I would even go so far as to say she’s my favorite character. She’s in the icons of both my Spn blogs, I’ve written fics about her, I’ve gif-ed endless frames of her, and I’ve gotten into many a Tumblr war defending her. I was thrilled when they brought her back for season 12, and I’ve enjoyed every second of watching her on screen.

If you haven’t watched the 14.17 promo scene yet, here’s an excerpt:

Mary: I just need you to know, I’m grateful for every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

*camera cuts to a worried-looking Dean, dramatic music*

Before watching this, with the knowledge she would be in the upcoming episode along with the rumor of the painful death later this season, I was slightly concerned for her. I took comfort in the fact that Meredith Glynn wrote this episode as I enjoy the Mary she writes, and I had faith that she wouldn’t needlessly kill off this character.

Now, I’m much more worried.

I’ve impulsively written in tags somewhere that if they kill off Mary I’m done with this show. The truth is, I won’t really know if I’ll stop watching and blogging until it happens, and maybe not even then, but I know it’s a possibility.

I thought I’d type up this post in case something does happen to Mary tonight and I decide to end my relationship with this show. As much as I hope I won’t need to, I want to prepare for the possibility by letting you all know what a huge part of my life this show has been and how much I’ve enjoyed my time in this fandom, however conflicted about it I have felt at times.

I sincerely hope this show won’t give me yet another reason to call it quits. I’m logging off for a few hours until the episode is released online to avoid spoilers. See you on the other side (hopefully).

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Safe

Characters: Alex x Patience, Jody

Word Count: 1193

Summary: Patience as damsel in distress. Alex as knight in shining armor.

Warnings: angst, injury

A/N: This is for @kaianieves because it’s her birthday.

Also, M, you can consider this an armed attack as part of our angst war. Your move.

Patience opens her eyes, her hands and feet absently pulling against their binds. The back of her skull throbs, and her throat is parched. She doesn't panic anymore when she sees she's been tied to a chair in a dark warehouse.

She's lost count of how many times in a row she's woken up like this.

“Oh, good.” The grating voice of her captor sends a pounding through her head, making her wince. “I was afraid I'd have to find a new psychic soon, but it looks you've still got a little bit of life left in you.”

He approaches Patience, stroking her cheek.

She wants to flinch away, to bite his hand, something, but her muscles feel like jelly, so weak she thinks she might pass out if she so much as turns her neck.

He raises his hand, a thin spike protruding from his wrist.

Patience hasn't spoken a word in days, and her voice comes out raspy and broken.

“Please,” she begs. “Just kill me already.”

The wraith clicks his tongue. “Now, why would I do that?”

He jabs the spike behind her ear.

Patience screams.

Alex has never been more sure of anything. She's done the math. She remembers Jody telling her about the last wraith who hunted Patience, how he discovered that psychic brains made a five-star meal.

This is the break in the case. After hours without eating, nights without sleeping, nine days searching for the thing that took Patience, she finally caught a break. She had heard whispers of a strange guy in town. She dug deeper, like she had with every hint of a lead, until she traced the guy from a town — then two, then three — where mysterious deaths had occurred and all the victims had deep puncture wounds at the bases of their skulls. Alex knew, and she knows now.

“You sure this is the place?” Jody glances between her and the road.

Alex is loading their guns with silver bullets in the passenger seat.

“I asked around,” she explains. “People said they saw the guy ducking into the old warehouse on 12th.”

Jody takes a breath like she might say something, but she stays silent.

“What is it?” Alex prods.

“It’s nothing. Just…” Jody glances at her again. “I don’t want you to get your hopes up again.”

Alex pauses her work for a moment. “You mean, like the other times?”

It’s not a question, but Jody shrugs and nods.

“The other times didn’t feel like this,” Alex says, sliding the clip into place. “She’s there. I know it.”

Jody keeps her eyes trained on the road, silent.

“And, uh, Jody?” Alex tries. “I’m sorry.”

Jody raises her questioning eyes.

Alex continues. “About… you know. I shouldn’t have said the things I said. I know you care about Patience, and I know you were just looking out for me, like you always do. For all of us. I just think about her being out there…”

“I know, sweetheart.” Jody places a hand on Alex’s knee. “And even if we’re wrong about this one, everything is going to be okay. We’ll bring her home.”

Alex nods. “I know.”

But she doesn’t know. Neither of them can.

The old warehouse feels ominous under the blanket of nighttime. Alex can feel the tension in her bones, can see every rock on the ground, can hear every waft of the breeze.

She and Jody creep through the building, scanning the room for movement. They reach the corner of the room, finding nothing.

Alex turns around. She would have missed it if it weren’t illuminated by a square of moonlight pouring through a small window.

“Patience.”

In the middle of the hall, Patience’s limp figure slumps forward in a chair, her eyes closed, her wrists and ankles bound with rope to the rusty piece of furniture.

Alex barely hears Jody shout her name in warning before she runs to Patience’s form. She slides on her knees to meet her chair.

“Patience?” She cups Patience’s cheek, jostling it when the touch yields no response. “Patience, baby, please. Please wake up.”

Jody circles the girls, her gun still raised, although they seem to be alone.

“Patience!” Alex yells now, her chest growing tight.

She brushes Patience’s hair from her neck. Dried blood stains her skin around a gaping wound at the base of her skull.

Alex’s blood runs cold.

“J— Jody?” she calls.

She tears her eyes away from Patience to find Jody watching them with wide, horrified eyes.

Movement from behind Jody catches Alex’s eyes.

Before she can warn her, Jody whips around and shoots the wraith twice in the chest. It falls to the ground.

Patience can't move when she first regains consciousness, can't even open her eyes. She knows she's not in that warehouse anymore. She can feel a bed underneath her.

There's something draped over her forehead. A wet towel, warm now.

She feels a pair of hands squeezing one of hers. They're Alex’s. She would know them anywhere. She's been craving their touch for days. She's missed everything about Alex, really — her laugh, her arms wrapped around Patience, her lips pressed against hers.

Alex’s hands leave hers. The towel lifts from her head and returns seconds later, cooler now. It feels good.

Alex holds her hand again, and Patience hears her sniffling. It’s enough to snap her out of her dreamy state.

She can barely open her eyes, but Alex’s hands tense, picking up on it.

“Patience?” she whispers.

Dark clouds dot Patience’s vision through half-opened eyes. When they clear, she can see Alex’s glistening grey ones peering into them.

Alex swipes at her eyes with the back of her hand quickly, but not quickly enough. The whites of her eyes are still tinged pink, and so are her cheeks.

“Hey.” Alex’s voice cracks on the word. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

Patience looks around. She’s home at Jody’s, in the bedroom she and Alex share. There’s a new map and a some newspaper clippings pinned to one wall above a desk. Next the the bed, there’s an IV pole holding a bag of something clear hooked up to Patience’s arm.

“It’s just so we could get some fluids in you,” Alex explains. “I’ll take it out.”

She removes the tape, pinches Patience’s arm, and slides the needle out. Her touch is gentle. It barely stings.

“How you feeling?” Alex asks.

Patience tries to speak, but only a moan comes out. She tries again.

“Better,” she says.

Alex bites her lip. It's a vague response, but she doesn't ask for more.

“Don’t cry,” Patience says. The words are strangled in her throat, but Alex seems to understand.

“I’m not crying,” she insists.

Patience smiles. She feels too tired to say much more, but she tugs on Alex’s hand with all the strength she has.

Alex takes the hint, crawling into the bed next to her.

Patience falls asleep, safe for the first time in a long time, with Alex’s arms wrapped around her.

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