Fatherly AnswersAuthor's notes: I haven't written anything in this fandom for quite some time. I was re-watching last seasons finally and It struck me as strange that Cas never talks to his father. This is that short missing scene. I wanted to get it posted before the new season comes out.
Castiel sat down in the chair across from God, not really knowing how to ask for what he wanted to know.
“How are you doing?” the angel said feeling stupid for asking.
“About as expected.” Castiel looked down at his hands and cleared his throat. “Son, if you have something you what to say to me, now may be your last chance.”
“Dad, I…” Case stop and shook his head. “Sorry. Chuck, I just wondered…”
“It’s okay. You can call me Dad.”
Castiel smiled at that then grew serious again.
“I just wanted to know why you kept bringing me back to life all those times.” Castiel tilted his head and loo
Brotherly Troubles (Winchester Bros Fanfic)
No backstory needed. Just two Supernatural huntin’ brothers. (I wasn’t in the smutteh mood today)
Edit: ALRIGHT, SO THIS STARTED OFF AS AN INNOCENT LITTLE IDEA, WHERE THE BRO’S JUST HAVE A LIGHT FIGHT,
BUT IDK WHERE THE TIME WENT, AND THIS HAS HAPPENED.
Funny enough, I dont regret it :3
Warnings: Mild swearing and mild violence/gore. Also, exploration of suicide themes.
If you personally believe this should have a warning on it, tell me. I just prefer not to do so.
The show already has some heavy themes anyways, so please, listen to my warning and read at your own choice.
Sam looked down as his knuckles, seeing the blood had risen to his skin.
Probably from the fact that he had punched the brick wall multiple times.
Shifting in his chair, he checked his phone one last time, despite the fact that he told himself it was no use.
Of course, the screen was blank.
Fuming anger rose in his chest, and the phone was in his hand one minute,
Sam knows Gabriel has a sweet tooth; it’s a part of his personality. He always need his sugar fix and no candy is too much, even if they are a little weird; like jellybeans with all types of flavors.
But this one took the cake.
It was gummy dicks.
Sam had been watching Gabriel shove handfuls of that candy into his mouth and it was making him cringe for some reason. Gabriel noticed his reaction ad grinned at him.
“Am I making you uncomfortable, Sammy?”
“Shut up, Gabriel, you know it is.”
“Oh come on, Sammoose, it’s not like I have your dick in your mouth.”
“Gabriel, come on!” Sam screeched as he got up, making Gabriel laugh.
“Don’t worry moose. I’ll eat you up later.”, making Sam groan.
I'm SorrySupernatural Doctor Who Crossoverby smalld1171
A solitary figure stands at a distance, quietly observing the graveyard and the two angels which stand among the headstones ready to wage their battle. His head tilts up and he closes his eyes to feel the sun warm the surface of his skin. He breathes deeply; he already knows how this encounter will end. This place will soon set the stage for the ultimate showdown; will be the backdrop to both sacrifice and strength; to victory and loss; to hatred so intense and love that knows no bounds.
A sigh escapes his lips as he leans against the door of his ship for support.
It is not within his nature to stand as a spectator on the sidelines of history as it unfolds; his life a never ending adventure where circumstances real or contrived force him to always keep on the move.
He delves a hand into his expansive pocket; his fingers searching through the contents until they wrap around the object they seek. He eases the book out of the depths of his jacket and gaze
American Muscleby Wayward-Renegade
Dean Winchester vs Brian Kinney
"Because if it was a shapeshifter or a skinwalker, we would have found its skin by now." Dean was quick to reply as he pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the Impala. "Those damn things shed their skin every couple of hours."
"Well maybe this one likes the face its got." Sam suggested as he grabbed his case papers from the seat between them. "Or maybe we haven't come across its skin, because it just doesn't shed it." He continued as he shut the car door and followed his older brother up to the dinner, the job that had consumed the last two days still no closer to being solved.
"What kind of shapeshifter doesn't shed, Sam?" Dean asked, his low tone of voice underlining the frustration.
"A Rougarou." Sam replied, taking a quick glance around the packed diner as they made their way over to an empty booth. "Rougarous don't shed, they morph... Maybe we've just been hunting down the wrong kind of monster... Maybe it isn't a shi
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