#demon dean

Finally finished this monster (wink wink) of a piece, a tribute to Supernatural (although I know we missed out on a bunch of characters—maybe for another piece! Haha) Patreon commission for @shymeg . I’ve been watching SPN since the very beginning, so it was super nostalgic to go back and rewatch all 15 seasons in preparation for this. Whether or not you agree with how it all ended, I’m glad they ended on their terms, and not because of a cancellation (because man, it was on the bubble almost every year). Carry on, wayward peeps.

Will post the individual “rooms” in separate posts to better appreciate the details :)

My Love is written in Blood

Six months.

Six months on the day, and Dean couldn’t do it anymore.

He hadn’t told anyone. Not even Sam.

Dean wished it didn’t have to be this way, wished he didn’t have to do this.

He wished this would be enough. His family surrounding him, peaceful and happy. He wished they were enough.

Forgive me.

With a last deep breath, Dean straightened, blinked the tears from his eyes.

And went.

~oOo~

Accompanying art piece for my fic And you’ve got your Demons

Version with smoke edit under the cut

coveteddean:

I’m going to bed, but please allow me to leave you with the thought that if Michael were to somehow escape from the cage, heaven, hell, and earth would tremble with the cries of, “Dean Winchester is dead.”

And when he learns that Metatron was the one who stabbed Dean, the scribe disappears from his cell, but angels cower in terror when his screams echo across heaven.

Then, he will visit the bunker and when he sees that the brightness of his Righteous Man’s soul is diminished, tainted by black smoke, the skies will tear open and humans will whisper, “it’s the damn flood. This is bliblical.” across the world.

Michael will hate everyone who caused this but, above all, he will hate himself because he couldn’t make Dean realize that he was able to bring Michael to his knees without a word. Michael had matured under the promise from his father that he would receive another half to make him whole and he had worshipped the other half–better known as Dean Winchester.

Dean is so much more than what he has been led to believe, but now his sins have become physical and Michael will have to carefully worm his grace through the black and hopefully he can clear it away before it burns Dean out.

OMG NO DON’T MAKE ME LOVE ANOTHER SHIP NONONONO

summary:the aftermath of Dean’s tirade through the compound leads to a fantastic reunion

WARNINGS:drug use, implications of sex, swearing

a/n:sorry this has come so late, gonna try to start being more active again throughout the summer, i have some requests sitting in my inbox that I still have to respond to xx

part 1

“Can you hear me?”

“Sam, she isn’t waking up.”

“Yeah, Cas, I can see that.”

Slowly, you could begin to make out the shapes on the ceiling above you, the blurry shapes and Sam’s head, and you could hear Cas’ voice, but where was Dean? His intimidating presence was lacking in the dimly lit room, you missed it, you craved it. You wanted the warmth of his body next to you again, his calloused and rough hands exploring every inch of you, those enchanting green eyes taking notes of every curve and dip. You shifted your legs together under the blankets, imagining him there with you now, mapping a path to the X. “You’ll find someone else.” You cringed, but then you heard others “I miss you too, doll.”

You sat straight up in bed, the adrenaline of hearing those words again, seeing those eyes, coursing through you. “Where is he? Sam, I have to find him, I have to find him now! He needs me.”

Sam put a hand on our shoulder and the other held your wrist. Cas was sat on the end of the bed, his brows crinkled together in worry. “You have to calm down, Y/N.”

“Where did he go, Sam?” You screamed at him, just needing an answer. You would go anywhere he went, you knew, because Dean was still in there, and you would help him come back to you. “I need him.”

Sam sighed and looked back at Cas, unsure what to tell you. “All I know is he put you on this bed, and then he left.”

You shook your head, there had to be more. Cas had his head down, and you glanced at him, Sam doing the same. “Cas, do you know something?”

He nodded, and pulled a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. “Here, this is where he is.”

Start a new chapter, find what I’m after. Hours of driving later, and you pulled up in front of a cheap motel. The red glowing sign illuminated the inside of your old truck, and provided light for you to find Dean’s jacket. It slipped over your shoulders easily, the fur lining the inside soft against your skin. He was in there, you just had to find out where. But what would you say? Nothing would get through to him, not in the current state he was in. You shook in your seat, every hair standing on end as you anticipated his reaction to you being here. Would he be happy? Angry? Or even worse, indifferent?

The vacancy sign was out, but the door to the office was open, so you went there first. The woman behind the counter was middle aged, red hair blown up, black long nails helping push it up every so often. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, but she was stabbing at some pasta with a fork when you walked in. The floorboards creaked underneath you, and without looking up, she sighed. “There are no vacancies.”

You continued to the counter, resting your arms on the countertop. “That’s okay. I’m looking for someone. A tall blonde with green eyes, his name is Dean.”

She took another bite of her dinner. “Why are you looking for him?”

You clenched your jaw. “That’s none of your business. Where the hell is he?”

Her eyes widened and she put her fork down, putting her hands up in defense. A pointed fingernail scratched down the page, and then stopped, tapping itself on the pages. “Room 32, try not to break anything.” You beat your fist against the counter twice and thanked her, running up the stairs to the top level. Dean’s room was almost on the end of the row, you could hear him behind that door, watching porn as was typical for him, or he was with a woman.

You raised your hand to knock, but it lowered quickly when the thought of him with another woman struck you again. He could be in there enjoying another woman, your Dean. Could you really handle that? You were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear the door right next to Dean’s open. “What are you doing here, love?” You turned your head, Crowley was there, black coat swinging by his feet as he went to twine his hands behind his back.

You seemed to fall back, losing your balance, and your back hit the railing, the palms of your hands bracing you. “I- I’m here to see Dean.”

“Why are you just standing here then?”

Your hands started to fidget, your eyes locked on the number of the door. “I can’t see him with another woman. I’m not that strong.” Crowley nodded and came up beside you, pulling a cigarette box and a lighter out of his pocket. He pulled one out and gave it a light, but the smell didn’t match a cigarette. You giggled a bit and grabbed it from him before he could take another drag. “Crowley, are you smoking Mary Jane?”

He didn’t say anything, just chuckled and shook his head. “I need a little something to get me through my time with him lately.” You put the joint between your lips and then handed it back to him. Crowley turned and stared out past the parking lot, leaning down to rest his elbows on the railing. “You wanna know something?”

“Yeah, tell me something.”

“He won’t shut up about you since he came back from the bunker. You’re all he ever talks about. Usually, he’ll take a woman in with him and then make her leave before it goes too far, then he watches porn.” He handed you the joint. “The woman for tonight is long gone, love. Nothing to worry about, then, right?”

“Who the hell are you talking to out here?” The door opened and Dean was looking out. He stared at you for the longest time, and then Crowley took the joint from your fingers and went back into his room. “What are you doing here?”

Tears welled in the bottoms of your eyes and you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you. “I had to see you.” Dean’s arm wrapped around you, one hand holding the back of your head while he pulled you into his room and closed the door. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I need you, no matter what it takes.”

He didn’t let go of you then, he didn’t let go of you the whole night, he wasn’t sure if he could. Everytime he thought you were just out of reach, he would pull you back to him and kiss you fiercely, hoping to let you know that you weren’t going to get away from him now that you were here. Occasionally, his eyes would flash that deep shade of black, but other than that, it was like you had Dean back, and you knew you made the right decision. He was the right man, and you would be right by his side no matter what.

Finished up my stickers ✨