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Home for the Holidays Masterlist

Gabriel is back and being targeted by a group of demons, both for unknown reasons, but there’s just one problem: he’s completely human.  The Winchesters assign you the task of protecting him until they can figure out what’s going on.  You call in one of the few favors you have left, which sends you both to a remote New England town for the holidays.

A Place to Start

Miles to Go

Little Talks

Ground Rules

Fragments

Night and Day

The Memories Remain

Out of the Dark

The Inbetween

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Concussion Masterlist

Pairing: Dean x Reader Fandom: Arrow/Supernatural Status: Ongoing

Concussion When facing a witch, she finds interest in one of your comic books. Things turn south after she decides to have a little too much fun.

Concussion Part 2 You search for Dean with Oliver’s help.

Concussion Part 3 Dean and Sam’s path to the hospital is interrupted when a certain vigilante’s heart is set on finding out how you know so much about his life.

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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

You Pray To Your Angel, Mine Prays To Me: Masterlist

Castiel is in Hell, and helps his master rule. Helps his master rule MY court, in MY King’s absense. Castiel hates the way his master looks at me, and it makes him even more determined to make me bow. But does Castiel really understand who he’s dealing with?

Warnings: Warnings: Demon!Dean, FallenAngel!Castiel, Non-con, Angst, Violence, Smut (18+ ONLY), Manipulation, AU-Canon Divergence, Torture, Dom/Sub tones

AN: Formerly posted on my ao3 account, but removed due to hiatus.

Chapter One: I Will Not Bow

Chapter Two: Obey

Chapter Three: The Beginings of Revenge

Chapter Four: Confrontation

Chapter Five: The Deal

Chapter Six: Sunday School Stories

Eventual Chapters: 

Chapter Seven [Unwritten]

Chapter Eight [Unwritten]

Chapter Nine [Unwritten]

Chapter Ten [Unwritten]

*THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY ON HIATUS*

That Pharmacist is a Fae and doing Fae things for good

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

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