To say Sam was mildly confused would be an understatement. He had no idea why demons were popping in asking when he was going to start ordering them around or why they asked if he wanted the paperwork. Or why they were calling him āmālord.ā Heck, he couldnāt even find out how the demons were getting into the bunker!
He eventually asked them, āWhy are you coming to me about all of this!?ā
āBecause youāre the new king of H***. You declared it yourself, donāt you realize?ā One demon explained.
āI said that there would be no new king. Not that I am the king,ā he responded, even more confused.
āBut you also said any demon who tried would have to get through you first. Thatās the same as declaring yourself king!ā Another demon piped up.
āThis is all a huge misunderstanding. That was unintentional! I meant that anyone trying would get killed!ā The tired hunter attempted to explain.
āWould you prefer to be called the Chief of H***?ā A third demon asked, who, like all the rest, had completely missed the point.
Sam facepalmed. āNO! Iām not the king – or chief – of H***! Iām a hunter. And how are you guys getting in here anyway?ā
āSomeone left the door unlocked, and another lost their keys and we didnāt bother to return them when we came across them,ā the second demon explained.
Due to the amount of sheer stupidity and his overwhelming tiredness, a sleep-deprived Sam just let his head hit the table, which was drowning in papers and books. Lifting his head, he stood up to walk out of the room.
āWhere are you going chief?ā The third demon asked, confused. Why is he denying his status? was the unsaid question shared between them all.
āIām getting a coffee, because there is no way Iām hearing you guys right!ā He yelled back. Why do they insist that Iām the king?
The second demon disappeared, then reappeared with coffee. āHere chief!ā he exclaimed proudly.
Sam looked sceptical, āThis isnāt poisoned, right?ā
The demon looked shocked. āWhy would I try poisoning my leader!?ā
āBecause Iām a hunter,ā Sam said slowly. It felt like he was trying to explain things to a toddler.
āSo? You also declared yourself king.ā Demon 1 pointed out yet again.
As if he was waiting to make an entrance – and maybe he was – Castiel chose then to enter the room. āIf you guys really want to be helpful towards your new king, tell all demons to keep an eye out for Dean Winchester. And if they do see him, they are to report to Sam immediately. It would be be helpful to me, er, him, no, wait, to all of us, if we could locate him.ā
āReally? Letās get going and tell the others what we should be doing!ā Demon 2 announced in a chipper tone.
āWeāll alert the others, Chief!ā Demon 3 saluted.
āRemember, we can help as well, considering we are now your subordinates,ā Demon 1 reminded Sam.
With that, demons 1 & 3 disappeared. The remaining one handed him a briefcase. āThe old king left this behind when he got killed. It may be of use to you.ā The last demon then left.
āThat was a good idea, Cas. We do need all the help we can get,ā Sam said gratefully.
āYou should look inside,ā Castiel reminded him.
Sam opened the briefcase nervously. Inside were quite a few glowing vials – ! 32 of them, in fact!!
āHe still had some of Gabrielās grace lying around?!ā Sam exclaimed, shock written all over his face.
āWe should give some to Jack. Itāll get him back to full power.ā Before anything else could be said, Cas took 3 and left the room, calling Jackās name.
Sam closed the briefcase and started to mentally brainstorm hiding spots for said object. With the briefcase in hand, and the shouting that just started, he was beginning to realize just d how useful the demons could be. He turned eagerly to hear the report, now that the shouting demon had gotten closer.
āChief! A group of demons have spotted Dean Winchester in Los Angeles!ā
Sam smiled, and exited the study. āThank you,ā he said gratefully before making sure everyone in the bunker was listening to him.
Maybe ruling H*** wouldnāt be so bad.
Supernatural 14×01 CODA –Ā Word Count: 727
not bad for a kid. Like, seriously, please read it.Ā
Sheād love feedback too – she was worried it was OOC and came off as Crack. She also wanted to know if she should continue or not.
Yāall should take a look at this cause it was written by a kiddo and she does a good job at getting Sam and him being 100% done with demons and their insistence.Ā
Show her some love and encourage this budding writer to keep up the good work.Ā
My entry for @rosemoonweaver ās Fic-O-Ween Celebration challenge!
The prompt I chose was: 10) There are always risks involved when
calling on magical beings. Character A knows the risks, but this is
important. Theyāve run out of options and thereās no going back. Too bad
they didnāt notice the typo in their incantation and theyāve summoned a
much more powerful being than they thought and they arenāt interested
in playing around.
Title: Mutilation is the Most Sincere Form of Flattery Pairing: Sastiel rating: Explicit AO3: Link HERE
Summary:
Castiel doesnāt believe in magic. He thinks that the āspellsā his friend
Max does are simply elaborate prayers. That is until one night he tries
out one of these spells while drunk and accidentally summons a demon.
Afraid for his life, Cas strikes up a deal that will change his world
forever.
Written for a prompt from @rosemoonweaver for her Ficoween event. Thank you so much Rose for organizing this event! Iām pleased with how my story turned out and I hope you enjoy it.
Three cheers for @lovethemfiercely, who was my beta for this, and @thisgarbagepicker, who did a final read through and assured me it made sense.
Rating:Ā M
Ship:Ā Finnreylo (Finn POV; notĀ part of the Finnreylo Murder AU series)
Content Warnings:
This is a loose mashup between M. R. JamesāsĀ āOh Whistle and Iāll Come For You, My Ladā and H. P. LovecraftāsĀ The Call of CthulhuĀ and contains elements from the writings of both of them. Beware of psychological horror, dubious consent, and an unreliable POV. There is no serious violence, no character death, and just a tiny bit of blood, but this story is meant to beĀ disturbing. In one scene a character loses their temper but does not turn violent. Lots of mentions of sex but nothing explicit (hence theĀ MĀ rating).Ā
Prompt:
Character A came into possession of a beach house after a distant relative passed away and left it to them. The house is on a mostly isolated stretch of beach, but the water is clear and the weather is mild. Itās nice during the day, but something strange happens at night. It almost seems darker than it should be somehow, and strange noises can be heard out over the water. Also, thereās the fact that Character A keeps dreaming of a strange figure in the surf and they seem to be getting closer and closer to the shore every night.
It was very clear from the moment they arrived that Rey was displeased with the house. She put on a brave face, but it wasnāt what sheād expected and she was hard-pressed to hide it. Finn could see it in the lines of her body, hear it in the tightness of her voice. He swore to himself to do whatever he could to help make sure she had the best vacation possible, despite her immediate dislike of the house itself.
When Ben had asked Rey and Finn to come along for a week at the beach house heād inherited from his uncle, that invitation had certain implications: sunshine, creature comforts, lots of together time, and, of course, a nice beach. What they got instead was Grand Manan Island, a Canadian outpost off the coast of Maine. The house was a small cottage, not unpleasant exactly, but built against the side of a cliff with only a very narrow beach between the cliffside and the tideline. It was on the eastern side of the island but faced full south, straight out into the ocean, with a cliff behind it and another cliff beside, running at an almost-90 degree angle from the one behind them to the far southern tip of the island. When the sun was up it would be nice to have relatively unimpeded views out onto the ocean. For most of the day, however, the house itself would be bathed in shadow.
Title: Nothing To Lose (And Everything To Gain) Author:samanddeaninpanties Artist:wearingdeantoprom Other Pairing(if applicable): platonic Sam/Jimmy, one-sided Dean/Jo Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, past abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, minor character death, loss of autonomy, Dean whump, Sam whump, emotionally hurt Dean, emotionally hurt Sam, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, blood and injury, recovery, anxiety attacks, first time, blowjobs, non-consensual bondage, non-sexual bondage, bouncer!Sam, hunter!Sam, enemies to lovers, virgin!Dean, Sam is in over his head, Sam POV, bottom!Sam, top!Dean, sharing a bed
Summary: Ā When Deanās just a kid, heās kidnapped by the Alpha Vampire. Samās trained to be a hunter by John, whoās fueled by revenge and a small sliver of hope that they might find Dean alive. Eventually, John dies in Cold Oak while thereās still no sign of Dean or the Alphaās whereabouts. Sam never stops looking for his long lost brother.
After finding the Alpha Vampireās lair and killing him, Samās met with resistance from Dean. He immediately hates Sam for taking away his Master, the only one he remembers loving him. Sam canāt take Dean to a psych ward, hospital, or halfway house. It would raise too many questions. Instead, he takes care of him the best that he can. Sam is in over his head and Dean is full of rage, trauma, and love deeper than Sam has ever known.
RAVENWOLF36 ASKED: 62, 70 AND JAYDICK. MAYBE DICK IS TALKING TO TIM ABOUT JAY.
I had my first ask technical glitch! A true tumblr milestone, ugh. So, with help from and many thanks to ravenwolf, hereās a fun jaydick trope mashup š
This is such a good scenario: ālove confessionā (character A to character B about character C) and ālocked in a roomāā¦this might be one of my favorite combosā¦
Dick doesnāt understand how he gets himself into these situations.
Itād been a routine investigation that ended up with himself and Red Robin locked in a mob bossā panic room. He knows the Bats are coming; knows that they got his and Timās calls for help. Dick knows that all he can do is wait.
Tim has other plans. Heās tired of watching the elder former Robins dance around each other. Dick know this, too, because Tim comes out and says it; right there as they sit criss cross applesauce on the floor of a poorly stocked secret hidey hole. Not even a deck of cards to play with.
āTim, Iām not talking about this with you,ā Dick says.
āThereās nothing going on,ā Dick continues.
āI donāt know where you get these ideas.ā
āSome detective you are.ā
And then,
āYes, Iām in love with Jason and I donāt know what to do about it. If I tell him, heāll panic and never talk to me again. Heāll probably never talk to any of us again. But Jason is the one person I can talk to, the one person who understands most of what Iām going through.ā
Dick doesnāt stop.
āI mean, have you seen his thighs?ā
āAnd if you do happen to catch his smile? Itās gorgeous!ā
At this point, Tim has closed his eyes and gone to sleep.
Dick kicks out at his little brother, startling him awake, but remains silent. Heās content to stare at the door and think about what it would be like to openly share his love for the Red Hood.
When the rescue does come, of course itās Jay.
Tim and Dick stare at him in awkward silence, slowly standing up and attempting to casually make their escape.
āFor godās sake,ā Jason says when the silence goes on for too long, āI heard everything. You dorks left your comms on.āĀ
END.
Uhhhā¦I didnāt set out to make a tiny story, but I really loved the prompts XD Thanks @ravenwolf36 for providing such fun inspiration!!
The demon lays dead in a heap behind Cas but Cas isnāt happy. If anything, heās angrier now that the threat is gone.
āYouāre using again,ā Cas bites out, slamming Sam against the motel wall. āHow could you, Sam? After everything, you throw it all away?ā
āGet off me!ā Sam struggles and, while stronger with demon blood coursing through his veins, heās a pinned butterfly next to an Angel of the Lord. Heās helpless. Hopeless. At Casās mercy, ready to be weighed, measured, and found wanting. āI said get off! I think you damaged the wall!ā
āFuck the wall.ā Cas grinds against Sam, eyes blazing. āYouāre using. You could have drank from me and you chose a demon instead. Why?ā
Sam gasps, clawing at Cas. āItā¦ I canāt. Itās too -ā
āIntimate?ā Cas hisses in Samās ear. He doesnāt stop moving his hips. Itās not gentle or sweet. Itās filthy and not at all holy. His movements are fury and hurt and Samās pretty sure the goal is to make Sam hurt too. āYou donāt like it?ā
āNo, Cas,ā Fighting back is impossible because lust stirs deep inside and not just for blood, blood, blood. āI love it. I love it too much. I canāt drink from you when you donāt know what it does to me.ā
āThat is the most idiotic thing Iāve ever heard,ā Cas replies, fucking against Sam even harder in tight figure eights. It would be better without clothes but Samās not about to say it. āYou thought I didnāt know? Thought I didnāt see right through you? Iām an angel, Sam. I felt it then. I feel it now. Donāt you feel me?ā
āYes, yes, I feel you. I feel everything,ā Sam gasps and comes right there, right in his damn jeans.
Summary:
Dickās undercover in some hipster coffee shop and Timās starting to get
worried. Nothing good can come from this because Dickās the kind of guy
that might unironically start liking hipster things. Thatās the last
thing they need. Good thing Kaldurās ready to intervene. Or at least
check it out.
Word Count: 1130
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āHey, Kaldur, hi.ā Tim sat down
on the coffee table in front of Kaldur and gave him a wide fake
smile. It put Kaldur on edge.
āRobin-ā
āTimā Tim interrupted. āTimās
fine. I think weāre beyond formalities like that.ā
Kaldur eyed Tim suspiciously. āI
suppose.ā The two sat awkwardly staring at each other until Kaldur
broke the silence with a sigh. āWhat is it you need, Tim?ā
āOh! Right!ā Tim shifted
nervously. āI need a favour.ā
Kaldur raised an eyebrow.
āWell, ok, Dick needs a favour.ā
Kaldurās other eyebrow raised to
match the first one.
āHe needs an intervention.ā
āAnd you think Iām the one that
needs to give him this intervention?ā Kaldur asked skeptically.
āWell you are hisā¦ā Tim made a
face and shrugged. āI actually have no idea what you two call it.
But the point is he went undercover and heās in too deep. Someone
needs to snap him out before itās too late. Iād try but B has
forebode me to intervene and yah I donāt want to be benched until
Iām 30.ā
āThat does sound concerning.ā
Kaldur frowned. āWhat do you need me to do?ā
@soyeahso asked if I would ever do a bodyswitching story and I said yes but it would probably be stupid, then @flypaper-brain andĀ @kuresoto saidĀ they wanted it anyway, so really you have to blame them. Iām actually going to do two.Ā This is the first one; the second one will be smutty and will not involve a porg, thank goodness.
***
Since his defection, the former Supreme Leader has been doing his best to make himself useful to the Resistance. Heās already told them everything he can about the future plans of the First Order, heās been training with Poe and Finn and working with some of the former stormtroopers who had defected as well, and most importantly heās been doing his best to stay in the good graces of the Last Jedi.
It turns out that, although heās physically strong and very strategic when it comes to fighting with a lightsaber or flying a starfighter, when it comes to women (Rey. When it comes to Rey.) heās not very brave. He canāt even bring himself to try to hold her hand, let alone kiss her, so instead he does everything in his power to be useful to her. This involves mostly two things: One, helping her decipher the ancient Jedi texts, and Two, changing the bedding of her pet porg, Porg.Ā
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