Dean wasn’t sure where he was. It looked like a Motel he was stood in front of but it’s not one he’s familiar with.
He was here for a reason. He knew that much.
Something had lead him here.
“Dean…”
He turned his head in the direction he thought he head his name being called.
Nothing was there.
He ventured a little further and discovered his Impala was parked up in front of him.
No Sam.
The passenger side door of Dean’s Baby popped open and Dean’s breath left his body in a whoosh.
“Hey handsome.” Dean heard you say as you stepped in front of the car and lent against the front.
You weren’t wearing any clothing.
Nothing.
Dean thought he felt some drool rolling down the corner of his lips and his heart and blood picked up pace.
Damn, you’re beautiful.
You both are.
A loud noise startled Dean awake, he hadn’t realised he had fallen asleep behind the wheel of the Impala, a quick look around and he saw you approaching the car from the take-out place you had been to order some food for the three of you.
Dean was looking forward to going to sleep when they got the Motel, he really wanted to finish what had started.
Attention for all the family members I’ll bet my luck on one of the best fandom family I’m in.I’m gonna start a game of trustworthy. Guys, we are separated all over the world,I had NEVER met you guys, and we don’t know each other. Yet, spn linked us all together, No matter where u r , we are all the same.It’s just a easy game But we need cooperation and trustworthy Sometimes internet is just too convenient that we might forget how do people around the world communicated in the past So that’s why here i am , planning this game, to link us all together. . So please , repost this to your spn friends if you are interested and #projectunitespn !! We can do it RULES : 1. Pm me that you are interested in this game or send an email to inform me ( [email protected] ) 2. I’ll give you my address (guys I have complete trust in you, you don’t have to give me yours in case I’m some freaking stalker LOL ) 3. Please write a letter and send it to me, it can be anything, to anyone, for example a letter to the character, the actors our dear Misha, one of your friends, a drawing, etcetc. 4. I’m sorry but you’ll have to spent a little money to send it to me please accept my apologies 5. I’ll collect all of your letters and made a book out of it, then I’ll pay n send it to the producers of SPN. 6. Comment down below and count off from 1 if u r interested and see at last how many letters could I receive!!
Everyone…after having the prequel information mulling around in my head since last night…I’m conflicted as fuck.
Having an origin story of John and Mary makes no sense to me. We already know enough through the flashbacks we’ve had. Also, how would we make this work with John not being a hunter or even know about the supernatural until after Mary’s death? This sounds like they’re opening the door for too many plot holes and I don’t like it. And I mean, let’s be honest–John and Mary were two of the least liked characters throughout the entire series.
I wanted more SPN so badly and having Jensen take the reigns is awesome, and having him narrate is beautiful…but it doesn’t feel right. Maybe if it was about the traumatic childhood they had and about the boys growing up learning to be hunters while taking care of each other…I might feel different. But this just doesn’t feel like the right way to go with it.
Not to mention the whole fiasco with Jared not even knowing about the show until it was announced on Twitter. I’m giving Jensen the benefit of the doubt and assuming there was an NDA or something until the release. Jared said they’ve spoken and that things are okay now, but I know he’s hurting. None of this feels right and I’m incredibly torn about how I’m supposed to feel.
I dont know how many of you are in the same boat I am with all of this…but I’m not as excited about this as I would like to be–that’s for damn sure.
Side bar: this fandom can be so damn toxic. Don’t go after either of the guys for their parts in this. They’re only human and they’re getting insane levels of harassment and shame.
This show introduced me to the world of fandoms and eventually got me into the Marvel and Sherlock fandom because I realized being geeky wasn’t such a bad thing. It helped me through so many trying parts of my life and I will be forever grateful to this wonderful show.
In honor of the show, comment the first episode that got you into Supernatural and your favorite episode of all time. I’ll start, the first episode I watched was Bugs, which I stumbled upon purely by chance when I was home sick and channel surfing and my favorite episode currently is In My Time Of Dying.
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 :)
Panel 1: Sam and Dean at Mary’s grave, with ghost John and Mary looking on, and their childhood home and Baby in the background.
Easter eggs in this panel—Dean wearing the Samulet, and “I lost my shoe” :))
We start off with blues and gradually the panels get brighter until we get sunrise/sunset colors. The scenes are also like rooms in a diorama, with Chuck-God as the puppet master.
Panel 2: At Harvelle’s Roadhouse, the hunter bar. Jo and Dean in one corner, Ash on his computer, Sam and Bobby drinking at the bar, Ellen running things.
Easter eggs in this panel—Jukebox playing “Simple Man”, stickers of “Jerk” and “Bitch”, “Family Don’t End With Blood” on the wall, Route 66 sign, and September 13 on the calendar. I threw in an “idjit” sticker too haha
We’ve still got some blues here, but starting to incorporate yellows and reds
Panel 3: At the Men of Letters bunker. Warding on the walls. Demon Dean looking on. Castiel. Crowley. Rowena. A spell in the works. Charlie doing her thing on the computer. Sheriff Jodi Mills with a shotgun. Lucifer Sam going through dad’s journal.
Easter eggs in this panel—Jerk and Bitch stickers again haha, the warding consists of not just warding but various symbols throughout the show, like the mark of Cain, angel repelling sign, etc.
Colors are more taupe and yellow and light as we move towards the final panel
Panel 4: Sam and Dean and Baby on the road. Carry On Wayward Son is the soundtrack. Iconic family motto as they drive on.
Colors are bright and sunny, either sunrise or sunset. The road extends beyond the “diorama” house, with some light spilling out (you can see it in the full piece)
Outside the diorama: Chuck-God the puppet master, Amara looming behind him in shadow, and Jack the Nephilim coming closer to defeat God
Hope you enjoy looking through the details of this mega piece as much as I enjoyed drawing them! <3
“You’re not real,” Dean stood in front of you, tensed up while you had your arms by your side, standing across him and Sam.
Bobby stood in the middle of you two, looking between you and Dean.
“I’mreal-”you started.
“No, you died years ago. Dad told us you were dead,” you couldn’t read his expression, you couldn’t tell if it was anger or sadness.
Maybe it was too soon after John died for you to come back. They both needed some time to process, without you being there.
“Dad lied-” you took a step forward as he moved back.
“Dean-” he shook his head, sighing deeply before he walked past you, walking out of the house.
There were tears in Sam’s eyes as you looked at your youngest brother. You reached for his cheek before he moved away from your hand.
“You left us,” you felt your heart pang in guilt as you shook your head.
“Sammy,” you tried to speak.
“It’sSam,” he said coldly.
“Sam,if you could just let me-”
“I gotta go,” he moved past you, running after Dean as you turned back to Bobby.
“Bobby,” you said softly.
“Give them time. They’ll come around,” he replied.
You nodded before he smiled at you softly, pressing a small kiss to your forehead before taking your bag, walking up the stairs.
—
“Dad, I want to go back, please,” you begged, holding back your tears.
It had been a month since you last saw your brothers, last had contact with them.
He ignored your words as you followed behind him, letting out a shaky breath.
“I think I’ve more than redeemed myself. I-I’ve listened to everything you’ve said, I-I’ve done everything,” your voice wavered.
“I made a stupid mistake, I get that-”
“Shut up,” John yelled as you tensed slightly, freezing as he looked back at you.
“They’re better off without you. Your shitty influence. You’re not going to see them again, end of discussion. Go clean the weapons like I told you to. I won’t say it again.”
You walked up to Dean, seeing him turn his head away from you before looking back at the book.
He had given you the silent treatment. Sam would somewhat react when you spoke, never saying anything back. It felt like hell.
You couldn’t be mad at them, you were the one who disappeared.
“Did you track down Ellen?” Sam asked Dean.
Before he could reply, you interrupted.
“Ellen? I know her. What do you need her for?” you asked.
Dean went back to being quiet before Sam looked between the two of you, answering.
“She left a voicemail on Dad’s phone,” he said softly.
“I can take you to her,” you nodded.
“We can do it ourselves,” Dean said coldly.
At least he spoke to me
“I know where she is, she’s just-”
“We’ve done fineon our own for the past twelve years, we don’t need you now,” he raised his voice slightly.
“I’m still coming with you guys,” you tried to stay calm as Dean rolled his eyes.
“We’re leaving in ten minutes,” he replied.
“Okay,” you smiled softly at him before he walked past you, purposely bumping into your arm.
Your face fell into a sad smile before you began to gather your stuff.
—
You had your arms wrapped around yourself, standing in the cold as you stood outside Sam’s dorm room.
John told you he got into college, and that he left. You were more than proud of him, you felt empty that you missed both of their lives and they were moving on.
It was freezing, you kept your knife close as you hesitated to knock at the door.
You didn’t know what he would say, you don’t know how he would react.
You heard voices coming down the hall, turning as your eyes went wide.
Sam didn’t give any attention to you, he was talking to another woman next to him.
“I thought you had two siblings,” she said.
“No, I only have Dean, he’s the only other one,” you felt your heart
drop as he bumped into you, apologizing.
You kept your back to him, wiping your tears before you walked out.
“Did you come to visit me in college?” It was nice to know at least one of them wanted to talk to you.
Sam’s eyes were filled with tears, he walked into your room, sitting next to you.
“How did you-” you started.
“I remember bumping into you, I-I just thought I was going insane or something, but you’ve been alive this entire time,” they replied softly.
“Sammy,” you stroked his cheek, wiping away his tear.
“After Dad told me you got into college and you left, I had to see you. I heard you say Dean was your only sibling, I just thought you were mad at me for leaving, I didn’t know he told you I died. I would’ve reached out sooner,” they sniffled before shaking their head.
“Why did you leave?”
“Dad made me. After I went to jail… he was really mad. You know that I never would’ve abandoned you two like that. You meant everything to me,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, you could feel his body shaking.
“After you left that night, I woke up Dean, I told him you went out. He said that it would be fine and that you would’ve come back. Two days later, Dad told us that he took you on a hunt and you died,” Sam’s voice was weak, he spoke between his cries while you held him tightly.
“He was just really mad, I’m so sorry. I-I would’ve never left you,” he nodded softly, while you kept your arms around him, pressing your lips to his forehead.
—
“Dean, just hear them out” you overheard Sam following Dean, talking to him.
“Why don’t you tell me then?” Dean exclaimed.
“I did! Dad forced them to leave after that whole thing happen! (Y/N) never would have left us, you know this, Dean!” Sam yelled back.
“Did you believe them? Dad didn’t spend all of his time with them, you at least have that much of a brain to know that. They could’ve easily left and come to us, but they didn’t. That’s on them, not on us,” you knew Dean would be too stubborn, he always kept people and things closed off. You pushed him away after you left, he didn’t have you to keep him safe from John.
“Why would (Y/N) lie about that? You know how Dad was, do you really think they’re lying?!” the two of them yelled at each other, you prayed Bobby would come home soon.
“Dad would have never-”
“Dad hurt you! He hurt all of us!”
“He’sdead, Sam!”
“That doesn’t change the fact! Dad was crazy! He was a terrible person, a shitty father who was only obsessed with hunting and his twenty-two-year-old revenge story! All he did was abuse us repeatedly! If mom was still alive, they would have gotten divorced and you know it too!” you heard Dean shove Sam back, hearing Sam hit the wall as you tensed, running into the room.
You pulled Dean off of Sam, pushing Dean back as you exhaled shakily.
“What the fuckare you doing, Dean?” you said shakily.
“This doesn’t concern you, (Y/N)! Why don’t you go back to being dead?” you felt a pang in your chest as your face dropped.
“Dean-” Sam started.
“Sam,stop,” you said softly.
He was breathing heavily, standing behind you as you looked at Dean.
“I get that you’re mad at me, but you should only be mad at me. If you want to hurt someone, you hurt me. Don’t ever touch Sam like that again,” you stayed tensed as Dean rolled his eyes.
“I know you’re mad that I left, I know you felt abandoned, I can’t even imagine what Dad could’ve done to you, but I’m sorry, Dean. He’s gone, and I wanted to… I wanted to see you two again, but it was my mistake. I’m so sorry for coming back into your life like this, I really am. But please, don’t take it out on Sam. I’msorry that I couldn’t protect you against Dad. I’m sorry that I got arrested in the first place, I’m so so sorry that you’ve had to suffer for these past eleven years, I’m sorry,” tears filled your eyes as you looked at Dean, he kept his eyes on the floor.
“I think-”
“I think it’s better for all of us if you leave,” he said coldly.
More tears fell from your cheeks, your heart racing in your chest.
“Okay,” you cleared your throat, wiping your eyes.
“I’ll leave,” you nodded softly.
Dean nodded, crossing his arms before he walked out of the room.
“(Y/N), don’t go. Not again, please,” Sam begged.
You turned to face him, wiping his tears.
“Sam,” before you could finish your sentence, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, you felt his tears as you held back a cry.
“I-I don’t… I don’t want you to leave again, I-I don’t want… please don’t go,” he cried softly.
“Dean doesn’t want me here, Sam-”
“Iwant you here. Please, don’t leave us again, please,” you sniffled, shaking your head.
“I will text you where I-I’m going if you’re ever nearby, o-or if you just need to escape, my door’s open,” you whispered.
“(Y/N),please,” he cried softly.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
You could feel his hands shaking as you held them.
“Kiddo, what’s wrong?” you asked softly.
Sam sat on the floor, his arms wrapped around himself as you sat next to him.
“I feel weird,” you looked down at him, seeing him shaking slightly.
“Hey, are you scared? What’s going on?” You frowned.
“I found Dad’s journal…” you tensed, realizing.
Sam was only nine years old, it was too early for him to learn about this.
“Sammy-”
“Are monsters real?” he asked.
You nodded, sighing deeply as you wrapped your arms around him.
“Dad is something called a hunter. He saves all the little kids like you, he gets rid of all the monsters,” you said softly.
“All of them?” Sam whispered.
“Yes, all of them. Here, I want to give you something,” you took your necklace off, putting it in Sam’s hand.
He looked down, slightly confused before you stroked his arm.
“It’s a special necklace. It’ll keep all the monsters and all the bad stuff away from you, okay?” you said.
He nodded, wiping his eyes before looking up at you.
“I’ll keep it forever.”
You finished packing your bags, wiping your tears before taking a few breaths, trying to calm yourself.
Sam knocked at your door, before walking in.
“Let me help you,” you nodded softly as he helped you carry your bags, following you down the stairs.
Dean was nowhere in sight, you tried to ignore it, feeling a pit in your stomach.
“I want you to have something.” he handed you your old necklace as you laughed softly, sniffling.
“I-It’ll keep you safe from all the monsters and all the bad stuff,” you sniffled, holding back your sobs before smiling softly, putting it in your pocket.
Sam helped you out, loading your bags in the car before he looked back at you.
“I love you, (Y/N/N),” he whispered softly.
“I love you too, kiddo, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling your vision being blurred by your tears as you hopped into the car.
Don’t look back
You screwed up
You lost it all
You wiped your face, your hands were shaking slightly as you turned on your car, driving away. You didn’t look back, you kept driving until you couldn’t see Sam’s broken figure looking at you, a look of desperation on his face.
