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[queermccoy]

you find a cause, and you serve it.

[corpsedean-blog]

Intro post

wow this is so late sorry

Hi everyone! My name is Emily but you can call me trash and I’m super bad at introductions.

Ships: My OTP is destiel, but honestly I’m okay with any ship. Some of my other ships include: Dean/Benny, Wincest, Wincestiel, and Dean/Cas/Benny

NOTPS: I don’t really have any that I can think of off the top of my head?? I guess the only thing that I’m a little reluctant to write is Claire/Dean

I’m definitely more of a bottom/sub/omega!dean person, but I’m a total slut for bottom!cas, too. If I’m going to be honest, carrionofmywaywardson ‘s art is actually what got me into bottom!cas in the first place so thank you for converting me into total sub!cas garbage B) . I like A/B/O, creature fics, BDSM, bestiality (mostly catboy/dogboy types of things), feminization, knife play, serial killer aus, breath play, and double penetration. I LOVE demon!dean. Give me anything demon!dean. I’ll just end the list there because, honestly, you can give me anything and I’ll love it.

I really love writing stories in my head, but the true struggle is actually writing them. I also love RP and I can’t draw to save my life.

I think that’s everything about me?? If you have any questions, you can always shoot me a message or something. 

I’m looking forward to traveling down this dark, beautiful road with you all B)

[supernaturallychic]

that dds au: part 2 (part one) (ao3)

First things first: Dean stops and takes stock of the situation. Something has ripped the pack that had been bearing down on the two of them into little shreds, while apparently leaving both him and his brother unmolested. Whatever creature had the kind of strength to do that, Dean did not want to stick around if it decides to come back. So, he needs to get up and get them the hell out of dodge, and pronto.

The second thing Dean notices, as he’s picking himself off the ground on wobbly legs, is that his back doesn’t hurt. With the way it was cut up by all that glass he hit, it should be stinging like a motherfucker right now. On top of that, he feels…. wrong. It’s hard to put his finger on why, exactly, but there’s clearly something not right with him. He feels both light and heavy at the same time, and there’s a strange pressure in the back of his head that he’s never felt before. Before he can really think about it, though, he hears Sam get to his feet and turns to look at him. Sam looks about as confused as he feels, furrowing his brows and saying,

“Dude, what the hell.”

“I know, man, I know. But right now, we gotta haul ass. We can worry about it back at the motel.” Sam nods, turning to follow Dean as they head out towards the parking lot.

“Wait, hold up. Dean, your back…” Dean turns back to look at Sam.

“What? ‘S there glass in it? I got cut up pretty bad, but it doesn’t hurt right now so we really need to go, we can deal with it in a bit.”

Sam shakes his head, “No, man, the opposite - your shirt’s torn all to hell but I can see your back and it’s fine! Not even a scratch,”

Dean stops cold in his tracks. Lack of pain he could write off as adrenaline, but spontaneous healing? Wasn’t anything natural about that, no sir. He’s gotta check if Sam’s mysteriously healed up, too. “Sam, turn around, let me get a look at your back, too.” Obligingly, Sam turns around and… god damnit. Sam’s back was fine, underneath the massive gashes in his shirt and jacket. Normally that would be good news in Dean’s book, but under the circumstances….. not so much. Dean heaves a sigh, rubbing between his eyebrows, “Fuck. Somethin’s up, man - beyond whatever tore these sorry sons of bitches a new one. I hate to say it but we need to hit the books, hard, find out whatever was in those crates, because this? Is not normal.”

“Think it could be a curse? We did hunt those witches in Tallahassee a couple weeks back, they might’ve snuck a hex bag somewhere before we got rid of them.”

“You ever hear of a curse that heals people? Man, I wish we were that lucky, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this one, Sam,”

“It’s as good a theory as any right now, I mean they did-” Sam cuts himself off, hearing voices echoing in from outside. “Nevermind, we can talk about it in a bit, we gotta get outta here before they see us. No way they wouldn’t call the cops on us right now.” He takes off, running as quietly as he can towards the back exit.

Dean rolls his eyes a little, but runs behind his little brother obligingly enough. Thankfully, they make it back to the Impala without anybody spotting them, though they do hear shouting from inside the warehouse shortly after they vacate it. Sam winces, “Guess they found the bodies. Man, it’s not gonna be fun dealing with the thing that did that.”

Humming in agreement, Dean pulls into reverse and starts to head back to the motel. He’s kinda hungry, though. “Hey, you mind if we stop to get something to eat on the way? I feel like I could eat a horse.”

“Yeah, me too. It’s weird, I’m not usually this hungry in the morning. Guess mystery healing took a lot out of me, or something.”

[supernaturallychic]

the digital devil saga au nobody asked for: part 1

It starts with a werewolf hunt gone wrong.

The hunt was supposed to be cut-and-dry - signs pointed to only one werewolf, and an apparently recently-turned one judging by how sloppy it’s kills were. Turns out, though, that said were was the baby of a pretty damn big pack, and said pack was pretty fucking not okay with hunters going after their newest member. And to top it all off, they didn’t find that little factoid out until the damn full moon itself, when they were suddenly cornered in the warehouse they’d managed to track the younger were to.  So: long story short, it looked like they were screwed. And, of course, that’s when it got weird.

Story of their fucking lives, right there.

Getting pinned by a dozen werewolves in some godforsaken warehouse in some podunk goddamn town was so not the highlight of Dean’s week. The things were circling up around him and his brother, and he was not looking forward to when they decided to charge. He kept his aim steady on what looked like their pack alpha while Sam covered his back, hoping like hell that taking him out would at least confuse the others enough that the two of them could get shots off on the rest of the fuckers.

But even with the two of them watching, werewolves are fast sons of bitches, and all it takes is one glance back to make sure Sam’s alright for them to run in. Dean hears an echo of his father, as he gets picked up and tossed into some crates like a goddamn ragdoll. Gettin’ real sloppy, Dean, don’t you take your eyes off a monster for one second, you hear me son?

The crates shatter under his and Sam’s combined weight, and it’s just their luck that they were holding some kind of glass something-or-other because he feels his back getting sliced up something awful from the impact. He hears Sam hiss in pain next to him, so he knows Sam’s probably cut all to hell too. Fucking perfect. Man, he better not get an infection from this shit.

When scrambling to his feet, though, his back starts to burn. Well fuck, that ain’t normal. Dean grunts in pain, with answered by a moan from Sam. What the hell was in those crates?

The burning feeling just gets worse and worse, and Dean doubles up from the pain. His vision starts pulsing, red creeping in around the edges, and he hears screams and doesn’t even know if they’re his or his brother’s but it gets more painful still as it feels like his body’s twisting, stretching until finally, he crests into blissful unconsciousness.

When he wakes, he’s covered in blood and surrounded by the torn shreds of the werewolf pack and a shaky, equally blood-covered little brother.

[queermccoy]

that’s the worst thing i could have done to him

[supernaturallychic]

DarkSPNNet Intro

Hello my name is Chic and I am absolute trash. 

I’ll read basically anything if it’s fucked up, gory, etc, and I don’t really have an OTP or NOTP, really. Pretty much the only thing I won’t read is underaged stuff (please tag it!) or parent/child incest.

I have a special love for creature fic of basically every variety. If someone (especially Dean) is turned into a non-human in your fic/art? sign me the fuck up because I am all about that. Same with serial killer AUs, any form of body horror, gore, etc. 

If there’s nsfw stuff goin’ on I tend to prefer Dean topping, but I’m fine if he’s written as bottoming, just not totally submissive.

Mostly I write stuff (though I don’t have anything complete for this fandom yet since I’m pretty new to it ahahah,,,,,) and very rarely attempt to draw.

I look forward to being complete trash with you guys

[darksupernaturalnet-blog]

so wait, do you want us to post our intros in the blog proper or on our own blogs and tag it? bc i dont think we can post in this blog??

Just post it on your blog, tag with the darksupernaturalnet tag, and I’ll reblog it later when I get the chance. Everyone should have tracked the tag and they’ll see all the intros and know to post their own. 

[darksupernaturalnet-blog]

Quick Notice

You guys just need to post your net intros here when you have the time, then you’re good to go! 

Also due to the annoying spontaneity of my family, I won’t have much access to this blog until Monday. Any questions should be sent to me before noon Canadian time tomorrow, but hopefully I can come back to some interesting content!