#supernatural!

[rubyone]

“mom?” inconsolable. sorry

[igonecrazy]

So how does it feel to be the absolute visionary who predicted exactly when destiel would become canon 4 years ago

Hewwo!!

You undermine the absolute queerbaiting torture that Supernatural became since the moment Cas walked in!!

[stayclassysupernatural]

crying rn

[ghostydreamgirl]

The Secret

dating werewolf!ashton

AN: this is au and ashton is older in it, but with his longer hair. 

You’d been seeing Ashton for many months and you’d noticed a pattern. He wouldn't talk to you for a few days of each month. You'd grown tired of his distantness and figured it was him trying not to get too involved in whatever it was you two had. For someone like you, independent, happy, charismatic, and confident, you knew one boy wouldn't break you, and you also knew you didn't need to wait around on one boy when you were looking for a man.

You called him on the third day of silence but got no answer. You reluctantly left a voicemail. 

“Hey, Ashton, it’s me. I don’t really want to do this this way, but you’ve kind of left me no choice. I'm 26 now and I thought when I dated a 28 year old, they’d be ready for commitment. I'm not looking for someone to play games with, I'm looking for someone who can commit. That doesn't seem to be you, so I'm not interested in this anymore. I’m sorry...” 

You set your phone down, looking out your bedroom window. It was October and nearing 50 degrees outside. There was tons of leaves in your backyard and you'd meant to pick them up sooner, but your work schedule had gotten in the way. You liked the sound of them being blown around at night anyway, the soft tinkling was soothing.

You turned off your lamp and laid down, adjusting your pillow. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and let the sound of the early fall winds lull you to sleep.

You didn't know this, but Ashton saw your call, and let it go to voicemail. His phone lit up, casting light into the dark room he'd been in since that morning. A full moon had just passed and Ashton had a routine for these moments. He'd usually set aside three days to deal with it. On the night of the full moon, he'd be prepared to change, but it was exhausting. The day before was spent with cracking joints and aching bones as his body changed to accommodate a different species. the day after wasn’t the most pleasant either, but he dealt with it, vowing now to talk to you or anyone else who didn’t know about it on those days. his nerves were always a little aggravated around those times. 

It was nearing 10:30 and he decided if he waited much longer to call you back, he’d lose you for good. But then again, he didn’t want to just  call you. Achy body and all, he crawled from his heap of blankets in his bed and made his way to his car, hoping to get to your house before you were asleep. He’d wake you up to say what he wanted to say, but he didn’t want to disrupt you anymore than he already had. 

Fifteen minutes later, you were half asleep when you heard a car pull up outside your house through the open windows. You thought it would eventually  leave, nothing to worry about, maybe they were using your driveway to turn the other direction. The engine cut off and you figured someone across the street had a guest over or something like that. It didn’t strike you as odd. The crunchy leaves you grew to love so much were disturbed as someone walked through them. The crunches didn’t get softer as you would expect, but louder, like the person was coming towards your house.

You sat up, looking at the clock on your bedside table.  10:46 pm stared back at you menacingly. You sighed, pushing back the covers and quietly moving into the living room. You were thankful you’d shut your blinds before going to bed as you moved towards the front door. Just as you were putting your eye up to the peep hole your door bell rang. Your heart jumped into your throat and sped up at the same time and you clutched your chest, breathing heavily. You finally looked through the peep hole and sighed a sigh of relief, yet contempt when you saw it was Ashton. It wasn’t a murderer but you weren’t the happiest with him at the moment. 

Reluctantly you unlocked your door and pulled it ajar, not all the way. You stood with it covering half of your body, leaning against it and staring at him. Ashton looked up from his feet and gave you a sheepish yet sweet smile. Your heart was already melting at how innocent he looked. “Y/n, good, you’re awake.” You didn’t mention that you’d almost been asleep before he arrived. 

“What do you want, Ashton? You fall off the face of the Earth for three days and when I say I’m done, that’s when you decide to show up?” He stepped forward, a pleading look coming into his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed in panic. 

“Y/n, no! It’s not at all what you think. I am so ready for a commitment, you can’t even begin to imagine. I’ve been looking for the right person for so long, it’s just...” He trailed off, looking like he wanted to say so much more but he was at a loss for words. 

“It’s just...what?” You looked at him, examining his features. He was caught in the middle of something that was tearing him up inside, but what? 

“Y/n, you’re going to think I’m crazy-” With a raise of your eyebrows you began to shut the door. 

“Ok, goodni-” 

“Wait!” He set his foot in-between the door and the door frame, preventing you from shutting it. You sighed. 

“Ashton, I really don’t want to listen to you make up excuses” You began as you opened the door, trying to get him to move his foot, before looking up at him, “all night-” He cut you off with a sweet kiss, pressing softly but firmly against your lips. His hands set on your waist, gently pulling you closer to his warm body. He kissed you three times before pulling away. 

“Y/n, I love you.” The familiar yet unfamiliar words slipped from his lips like butter. It was like he was so comfortable with the idea of it all that it didn’t make him nervous to say it. “Don’t say anything, let me say what I have to say and then I’ll go if you want.” He said as he saw you open your mouth to speak. He retracted his hands from your waist and stepped back, giving you space. 

“My life is quite...unusual.” He began. The soft blue glow of the moon cast shadows across his face, carving his already visible cheek bones deeper and enhancing his jawline. His curly hair was unruly and the moon shone right through it, showing off his natural highlights. “I’ve been looking for the right person to finally share my life with, someone who would understand me and take me for what I am and love me with my flaws.” It didn’t make sense that he thought you wouldn’t love him for his flaws. You were both adults here, capable of grown up feelings and ideas. Why would something as little as imperfections be the issue here? 

“And I had to be sure it was you before I sprung this on you. There’s a good reason I disappear for those three days each month. I know it seems like nothing could make sense right now, and when I tell you the reason, you’ll probably think I’m insane. It doesn’t make sense,” He paused, looking at you with careful eyes. “In the human world.” Your eyes widened on instinct and he rushed to explain.  “What are you talking about?” 

“Y/n, can I come in?” He asked, noticing your hesitance. You nodded after a few moments and stepped aside. He thanked you as he passed by and turned. You faced him, closing the front door and leaning against it. You weren’t scared. You’d know him for nearly a year and had been seeing him for half that time. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but what would make him seem insane? 

“Okay, this is going to be odd, I know it’ll sound crazy-” 

“Just tell me already, Ashton.” You were sick of hearing how crazy it would sound and not hearing it.

“Okay,” He took a deep breath and looked at you. “Every month, I disappear for three days around the full moon.” He paused briefly expecting you to connect the dots, but something as unbelievable as him saying he was a werewolf never even crossed your mind.  “And?” He reluctantly continued. 

“It’s when I’m my strongest. It’s when my...pack, is strongest.” He watched your face, watched as you bit your lip in concentration. That was one of his favorite things about you. “It doesn’t have to be a full moon for me to, change,” He was talking like he was walking through a mine field, and in a way, he was. You were slowly coming about to what he was saying. “But on the full moon, my pack and I go out and hunt together. It’s like, the most critical time to bond.” He paused, searching for something in your face, but got nothing. After a few moments of silence he said, “Y/n, please say something.” 

“What do you want me to say? My boyfriend who I thought was my ex boyfriend, is suggesting that he’s a, a, I don’t know! A werewolf?” Ashton grimaced at the urgency in your voice. 

“I said it would sound crazy, Y/n.” When he confirmed that’s what he was saying you were done. You stepped aside and set your hand on the door knob. Ashton slipped his shoes off.  

“Okay, you need to leave.” You turned to pull the door open and immediately whipped back around when you heard sharp cracks and heavy breathing coming from him. You watched in horror as his body contorted, watched the bones moving under his skin, his skin that was suddenly thick with hair that turned to a luscious coat of fur. Your mouth fell open and you screamed as a full-sized wolf formed before you. 

At the sound of whimpers and the wolf’s head bowing, you realized, with a start, that it was Ashton and he was not going to kill you. You were panting as you slid to the bottom of the door, leaning your back against it. Tears came flooding from your eyes as sobs racked your body. You brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs, praying this nightmare would end soon. 

Something soft and wet touched your arm and you flinched, bringing your head out of your cocoon to look up. Bright orange eyes stared back at you, so large you could see your reflection in them. The softness in his eyes calmed you down, and your heartbeat slowed. However, when sounds of cracking bones came back and he closed his eyes in pain, you panicked. In less than ten seconds, Ashton was sitting in a heap on the floor, butt-naked and breathing heavily. “Ash,” You whispered. 

He slowly lifted his head to look at you. His face was that of someone in extreme pain and you were quick to react. Moving on from the insane event that just took place, you wiped the tears that were trickling from his eyes away. “Shh,” You whispered as you pulled him into your arms, carefully hugging him. “It’s okay. I don’t think you’re crazy. I know now. It’s okay.” His body was tense against yours as he breathed raggedly. 

“I’m sorry,” His voice was soft and broken, “that I didn’t tell you sooner,” 

“No, Ash, don’t even say that. I get why you wouldn’t tell me.” You giggled softly. He sighed in relief. 

“Around the full moon, my body changes without me wanting it to. It’s painful and nasty. Any other time I can control it and do it when I want, where I want, but around the full moon, it just happens. So I stay home and I don’t talk to anyone because I’m moody.” 

“I would be moody, too. Don’t worry.” You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly rocking him back and forth. “Do you want some clothes?” You looked up to the tattered mess on the floor where he’d been previously standing. “Yours are definitely ruined.” He sniffled in response as he breathed in deeply. 

“Yes, please, if you even have anything that’ll fit me.” You laughed, absentmindedly rubbing your hand up and down his arm. 

“I may or may not have stolen some clothes from you that one time I stayed the night.” He laughed, looking up at you through watery eyes. 

“Thank god, you did.” He gave you a weak smile. 

A little while later he was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, going commando. You gave him a glass of water and he drank it all within seconds. “Whoa,” You said, laughing slightly. “Thirsty?” You took the empty glass from his hand and went to fill it back up. 

“You have no idea.” He mumbled. 

The covers were already pulled back when you went to your room. “Ah, so you were sleeping?” He questioned. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” You smiled softly at him and watched as he grimaced sitting down. The friendly clock on your bedside table told you it was currently 11:36 pm. Ashton settled into your bed, his back against the  head board. “Not sleeping?” He shook his head.

“I couldn’t with this pain.” He explained. 

“Do you want an aspirin?” He shook his head. 

“Wouldn’t help.” You nodded, smiling sympathetically at him. You pulled back the covers where they previously weren’t unfurled, and sat down, scooting closer to him. You laid your head down on the pillow, careful not to put weight on him. You intertwined your fingers with his that were resting on his lap. You brought his hand to your lips and kissed the back of it. 

Silence drifted in from the open window, cool air caressing his aching muscles. He let his head fall back and his eyes close. The feeling in the room was pleasant as you held his hand in yours, slowly drifting, drifting, drifting,  “Ashton?” You asked after a few minutes passed, your eyes shut. 

“Hm?” He hummed in response. 

“I love you, too.” You said with a smile you couldn’t control. His face lit up. 

“Thank God.” 

[summer-binging-spn]

Just a Human

Word Count: 840

Warnings: Death, Angst, Sadness, Lucifer gets a little out of character

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Tags: @lucifer-in-leather @ravengirl94 @mamaredd123 @myplaceofthingsilove @assbutt-still-in-hell @casbabydontgoineedyou @notnaturalanahi

Author's Note: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  ‘s week 14 of the 2017 hiatus challenge, I used the dialogue prompt “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Masterlist

You can’t stop the tears now. As you glance from your best friend to the Angel you love you choke back a sob. 

“Y/n,” Lucifer whispers and steps towards you. 

“You killed her,” you cry. 

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he says trying to pull you into his chest. 

“Then why would you kill her? You know how much she meant to me,” you push away from him. 

“She was just a human I never thought it would affect you this much,” he pleads. 

“I’m just a human Lucifer! What if it had been me? What if I had been here instead? What if the demons had found me?” 

“You are not just a human, you are my human. They wouldn’t dare touch you,” he defends weakly. 

“Please leave, if I need something I’ll pray or I’ll go to the bunker,” you mumble. 

“Do not go near the Winchesters,” he warns. 

“Why? They can’t bring any more danger than you,” you whisper. 

“Y/n,” he barks. 

“Go!” you yell and when you turn he’s gone. You sob to yourself and pick your phone up to call the boys. Hopefully they won’t mind helping you. 

“Hello,” Sam answers on the first ring. 

“I need some help,” you sniffle. 

“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?” Sam demands. 

“No, I need help burning a body,” you mumble. 

“Alright, your place? Is she okay?” He asks. 

“No,” you sob.

“I’m coming,” he says. Ten minutes later he’s in front of you. He wraps her in a sheet and you slowly stand up to follow him outside.

“I told you to stay away from the Winchesters,” Lucifer barks and you jump back.

“I told you to leave me alone,” you whisper.

“Pet, please don’t do this, don’t shut me out,” Lucifer pleads.

“You killed one of my only friends,” you cry.

“She was a casualty, I would never harm you,” he says holding your face in his hands.

“I’m just a human, I could become a casualty,” you whisper and start out the door.

“Y/n, I will never allow you to become a casualty,” he attempts to reassure you.

“Really? How will you constantly watch me and run Hell?” you laugh bitterly.

“I will never let any significant harm come to you,” he says and with a whoosh he’s gone. You follow Sam out through the woods and help him prepare the pyre.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

“I’ve been better,” you mumble and he lights the fire.

“She was a great hunter and friend,” he says, smiling weakly.

“It should be me up there,” you whisper.

“Don’t say that, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen after you left,” Sam says.

“I should have, I should’ve known Lucifer would do this. They hated each other, I just never thought it would lead to this,”

“It’ll be okay,” Sam mumbles and pulls you into a hug. You allow yourself to bury yourself into the younger Winchester’s arms as you cry.

“You should go back to the Bunker,” you sniff after you two get back to the house.

“Will you be okay here by yourself?” he asks, looking towards your house.

“I’ll be fine, it’ll be quiet, but I’ll be fine,” you say, trying to convince yourself.

“Are you sure? The Bunker has plenty of rooms, I’m sure Dean won’t mind,” he offers.

“Thank you Sam, but I need to stay here,” you whisper.

“Alright, if you need anything you call us, okay?”

“I will,” you nod.

“Do you need angel warding symbols?” he asks, glancing around as if Lucifer will pop up anywhere.

“No thank you, I’ll have to face him at some point,” you smile weakly up at Sam.

“Okay, be safe,” he whispers and hugs you before leaving.

“Lucifer, the least you could do is help me clean the mess up,” you whisper, while staring blankly at the blood that has seeped into your rug.

“I’m running Hell, how can I help you clean up?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“In the time it took you to say that you could’ve had this cleaned up,” you motion to the rug.

“True, but why would I want to clean up this mess?” he asks.

“If I clean that up I’ll never get my hands clean,” you whisper and with a snap of his fingers the rug is gone along with the blood.

“I am sorry she died,” he apologizes.

“I know,” you whisper, and with a snap you are sitting in the throne room of Hell.

“Luci, what are we doing in Hell?” you ask softly.

“I am getting you away from that house for a few days,” he says and a throne is sitting beside his.

“Lucifer I just wanna go home and cry,” you mumble.

“I never gave you that option,” he states and leads you to the throne beside his. You glance at the unfamiliar chair and after he sits you settle yourself in his lap.

“This okay?” you mumble into his neck.

“Perfect,” he states, rubbing your back.

[desthedemon]

Dean Winchester. Even heroes, fighters and tough people cry...Right? Art is mine! Please Reblog and don’t repost! :D SPN FTW!!!

[mybluerose94]

In honor of the Supernatural season 11 Premier, I thought I’d wear my two Supernatural pentagram and half heart with the word ‘BITCH’ necklaces that I got at comic-con, and my Supernatural bracelet that a girl I used to babysit got for me, she’s also the one with the other half that says ‘JERK’. 

I also would’ve worn my Moose & Squirrel AlwaysKeepFighting T-shirt, but I’m saving that one for tomorrow because I no longer have direct TV anymore and the first ep doesn’t come on hulu until tomorrow. 

Happy Supernatural Season 11 Premier Day!!