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Prompt: A Ghost in a Asylum with a Speargun

Tags: Dean and Cas being Dean and Cas

Words: 480

“A speargun,” Dean states, nodding, lips pursed as he swirls his whiskey in the cheap motel-issued cup. “Cas, are you sure you know what a speargun is?”

“Yes, Dean, I am aware of what a speargun is.” Cas is tired as a celestial being can be. “And what I saw in the ghost’s… paws was, in fact, a speargun.”

“Paws,” Dean echoes – again – unmoving, seemingly uncaring or engaged in the least.

Castiel sighs and rolls his eyes. “If you’re going to keep cherry-picking words that come out of my mouth to repeat, we won’t get anywhere with this.”

Dean finally moves, swiping his booted feet from atop the rickety table, careful not to slosh his whiskey from its plastic vessel. “Where exactly is it you wanna go with this, Cas?” 

“Ghosts are kind of are your thing, Dean,” Castiel answers impatiently, watching Dean cross the room.

“OK, it’s a ghost,” Dean shrugs. “But it’s contained, right? In an abandoned asylum.” 

“I seem to recall a time you went directly into a haunted asylum for the specific reason that it was haunted-”

Dean holds up a hand in lazy, half-hearted surrender or placation, Castiel isn’t sure which.

“Look,” Dean says. “I get that you’re bored, man, but I’m beat up from today’s legit case. I just wanna get drunk and pass out.”

Castiel stares at his friend, his brother in arms, the symbol of humanity… and all the fight drains from him. 

Dean’s endured Hell itself, being marked as the symbol of murder, death and subsequent demon-ness. Castiel has witnessed Dean pushed to the brink and come back — not unchanged, but still human, still Dean.

He’s baffled by Dean’s apparent exhaustion from a simple salt-and-burn, but because he’s seen Dean push his own limits further than any human, demon, or angel Castiel has ever known, he decides to let it rest.

“I mean, it’s not like the thing’s hurtin’ anybody, right?” Dean turns to face Castiel with two plastic cups full of whiskey as he swaggers toward him. “Can’t wait one more night?”

The angel sighs and allows a small smile and nods affirmatively as he accepts the proffered whiskey from Dean. “It can wait one more night,” he answers.

“Awesome,” Dean says as he takes a seat once again and Castiel mirrors his actions.

“Hey, did I ever tell you about the time Sammy thought he was Batman and jumped off a roof? I had to take him to the emergency room on my handlebars,” Dean chuckles.

“But Batman can’t fly,” Castiel answers, and Dean laughs harder.

“I know! The best part about the whole thing…”

As Dean continues his telling of the story, Castiel relaxes back into the chair and revels in the lightness of Dean’s voice and mood.

He agrees with himself once again that not going to the asylum tonight was a good idea.

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This beautiful header was made by the incomparable @seenashwrite​ who is INSANELY talented and volunteered to make this in her free time out of the kindness of her heart. Everyone should go give her a follow because she’s the BEST.

And, now, drumroll please....THE FICS!!!! All of the entries for this challenge were AMAZING and I highly encourage you go read them all and leave some love and feedback for the hardworking authors. They deserve it!!!!

Samurai by @atc74​

The Set-up: A Banshee in a Mine Shaft with a Katana

The Result: An amazingly detailed, twisty case fic with a perfectly sassy reader who is a match made in hunter heaven for Dean. A perfect read if you want a fun, flirty case with a reader who will become your spirit animal.

A Dream Within a Nightmare by @wi-deangirl77​

The Set-up: A Djinn in a Hotel with a Fire Poker

The Result: A brilliantly crafted and expertly woven fic that will gift you with the sweetest fluff and then tear your heart out with some soul-wrenching angst. I cried at the surprise turns in this one, but it was 1000% worth it. Read for a good cry mixed with some happy smiles.

Superhero Shenanigans by @roxyspearing​

The Set-up: A Vampire in the Catacombs with a Trident

The Result: A hilarious, superhero-reference packed, flirt-filled good time of a fic. If you love Dean Winchester, read this, because he’s so fun and carefree and flirty and amazing in it and Roxy made me fall in love with him all over again. Also, I laughed out loud multiple times.

Friendly Competition by @allthings-fantasy​

The Set-up: A Wraith in an Asylum with a Tomahawk

The Result: This fun fic has all of my favorite tropes- bets, flirting, pouty Dean, bed sharing, Sam catching Dean and Y/N together...it’s amazing. Plus, the characterization is spot on, which is super difficult, but makes for wayy better reading! Read this for some good Dean fluffy fluff.

The Salty Desert Air by @cleighwrites​

The Set-up: A Witch in an Abandoned Warehouse with a Trident

The Result: An expertly written and crafted case fic that reads like a true Supernatural episode. It was almost 4,000 words, but it read much faster, keeping me enthralled from start to finish. The details were amazing and the romance was beautiful. If you want an authentic case fic, read this one.

Being Human by @thoughtslikeaminefield

The Set-up: A Ghost in a Asylum with a Speargun

The Result: A gorgeously, layered portrayal of Dean and Cas’ close relationship and understanding of each other without crossing over into Destiel. It was authentic glimpse into their dynamic as well as the essence of humanity, and it gave me all of the feels. Read this for some comfort that’ll use your connection to the characters to make you feel all the things.

Another One by @squirrel-moose-winchester

The Set-up: A Werewolf in a Castle with a Blowgun

The Result: This fic was the best kind of fluffy surprise, turning the prompts into a game Dean and the Reader are playing with their adorable son. Throw in Sam reacting to a potential niece in the cutest way and you have the most fluffiest fic to ever fluff. I’m still smiling.

Tomahawks & Diatribes by @crack--attack​

The Set-up: A Vampire in a Mine Shaft with a Tomahawk

The Result: A super creative, super fun CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-ADVENTURE story. You get to pick the path your story goes, with lots of fun possibilities, including one that follows my challenge prompts. Not all of the paths are finished yet, but it’s still worth your time if you’re up for some fun!

Get a Clue by @tumbler-tidbits​

The Set-up: A Witch in a Boat with a Crossbow

The Result: A fun, and FUNNY, case fic with Sam and Dean doing what they do best- saving people, hunting things. It’s a quick read in Dean’s POV which makes it super fun to read. It’s like watching a Supernatural episode with a Dean monologue running through it. A must read!

Tagging my forevers under the cut to signal boost this around for some circulation because the authors deserve to have everyone reading these:

Warnings: Case level violence, mentions of bodies, obscure pop culture references

Summary: Y/N and the boys are on a hunt when she takes off on her own. 

Pairing: Implied Dean x Reader

Word Count: 954

Written for: my beautiful, amazing, lovely and talented @amanda-teaches and her Supernatural Clue Challenge. My prompts were: Banshee, Mine shaft & a Katana. I hope you love it as much as I love you!

Beta’d by: @alleiradayne, as always, thank you, thank you, thank you for getting my humor, and errors.

A/N: Look! I wrote something NOT bingo related!

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Pairing: dean x reader

Word Count: 1662

Warnings: language, dean being a little fluff ball

Summary: Y/N decides to throw a little competition between her and the brothers on their next hunt.

Prompt: Wraith in an asylum with a tomahawk

AuthorsNote: this was written for @amanda-teaches ClueSPN challenge! It was so much fun writing this! I hope you all enjoy it!! I’m also currently on vacation so I am posting this on mobile. I pray the formatting turns out okay.

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“All I’m saying is that we should add a little healthy competition to this hunt.” Your shoulders shrugged before scooting forward in your seat, letting your elbows rest against the front seat to glance between the brothers.

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Sam’s brows furrowed for a second as he switched his attention from the road to your face. “This sounds like a pretty serious case, do you think we should be playing games?”

The smirk that was on your lips dropped in a second, followed by a groan. “It’s nothing bad, just thought it could add a little motivation.”

“C'mon Sammy, since when do Winchester’s turn down competition? Scared you’re gonna lose?” You gave Dean a grateful smile, and he shot you a quick wink over his shoulder. Such a simple action had your cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. He was just so damn cute. If Dean Winchester winks at you, you blush. It’s just science.

Sam let out a sigh and rubbed his hand across his jaw. “Alright, fine, let’s hear it.”

“Well there’s two wraiths, right?” Both brothers nodded in confirmation. “Alright. The hotel has two beds and a couch. Whoever doesn’t get a kill sleeps on the couch.” You smirked at both of them before reclining back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest.

Dean scoffed and stopping the car at the red light before fully turning his head to look at you. “That’s what you want? A chance to sleep on one of the beds?” He chuckled lightly and shook his head. “Sorry to tell ya, sweetheart but you’ll probably be on the couch again. Sammy and I have had our fair share of wraith hunts.”

“Then you should have no problems agreeing. Or are you scared you’re gonna lose? There was a mocking tone in your voice and your eyes locked with his in the rearview mirror in a challenge. There was no chance you were going to tell them you’ve hunted a wraith before. Multiple times actually, but you weren’t going to mess this up.

Back when you first joined the Winchester’s you had politely offered to take the couch the first few times and it soon just because a routine. Now any time you tried to sleep on an actual mattress they would each pass out on the beds before you even bad a chance. As much as you loved them, your back was no longer having it.

“Alright, sweetheart. You’re on.”

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Norman, Oklahoma was a five and a half hour drive from Lebanon. It was also home to the Bates Asylum. Naturally, Dean had made a joke about Norman Bates that had both you and Sam rolling your eyes. There were three deaths that occurred in the past three weeks. Before their deaths, each victim had claimed of nurses beings monsters with rods coming from their wrists.

Garth had mentioned that they were staying in the lower maintenance levels of the facility. The three of you waited until nightfall to try and be discrete as possible.

Sam got the first kill. You weren’t inside for more than ten minutes before he plunged the silver knife into the chest of the wraith. He had chuckled and sent the both of you a smirk. “Looks like I’m sleeping good.”

The second wraith was much harder. Dean had gotten a spare chance but thankfully for you, he had only nicked the monsters arm. The three of you weren’t leaving until the bastard was dead and had all agreed to split up in order to cover more ground. The hallways seemed never ending, the storage closets and spare rooms were every ten feet.

A feeling of defeat started to bubble in the center of your chest. It was another fifteen minutes until you heard any sign of life coming from down the hall. You could hear a loud clash from a room at the far end of the hall followed by a loud grunt from who sounded like Dean.

You sprinted down the hall, coming to a skidding halt at the room in front of you. Dean was on his back struggling with the monster who was on top of him. Taking a quick glance to assess the situation, you noticed Dean’s gun was flung across the room. The wraith’s spike was out and heading straight for the eldest Winchester’s neck.

“Dean!” His eyes darted to the hand closing in on his neck. The hunter’s quick reflexes had his fingers wrapping around the spike and giving it a quick flick of his wrist - snapping it in half.

The wraith let out an ungodly screech, a dark liquid spewing from the broken spike. It stumbled back and withered in pain. Your hand instinctly reached for the tomahawk in the holster. It only took you seconds to line up your target. With a heave of your arm, the tomahawk was sent flying through the air. The silver blade landed with precision, hitting the wraith in the heart.

Your face broke out into a shit eating grin before turning to Dean, practically giddy. “Did you see that?!”

His face was a mixture of shock and awe, eyes darting back and forth between you and your surprise weapon of choice. “Is that a fucking tomahawk?!”

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Dean grumbled the entire time while making up the couch. He yanked the sheets a little too hard, threw the pillows down with an extra ounce of force. Naturally, he tried coaxing you out of your win. Explaining that he was the one that broke the spike, practically giving you the kill shot. But you weren’t about to let that slide.

You smiled to yourself and surrounded yourself in pillows. Sighing in content a little extra loud as you nestled deep within the covers. Sam was already snoring by the time Dean had settled down on the lumpy couch. It was comical seeing his feet hang off the edge, his legs awkwardly bent, arms trying to make his pillow a little more supportive. “Sweet dreams, Dean.”

“Shut up.”

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You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, but you knew it wasn’t morning. There was no way that much time had passed. The nudging against your shoulder was insistent, forcing you to peak your eyes open. The room was still dark, the only light peaking through the curtain from the street light.

Even in the dim light, you could easily tell it was Dean and he had a pout on his face. “Sweetheart, please switch me places… I know you won fare and square but my back hurts and my neck feels all tingly.”

His poor little face broke your heart. Dean looked at you with pleading in his eyes. His arms folded around himself, standing before you in only his boxers. “Dean, I am not switching you…” You tried not to laugh as his face fell. “But I will share with you.”

The hunter’s brows furrowed for a moment in confusion, realization only hitting him when you scooted back from the side and pulled the corner of the sheets back. He stood there for a moment as if it was a prank. “Well come on, handsome, makin me cold.”

There wasn’t any more encouragement needed. Dean quickly snapped into action, crawling onto the mattress and pulling the covers up to his chest. A deep groan of relief left him as his head hit the pillow, his spine realigning with the help of the supportive mattress. “Feel better?”

He chuckled and nodded rolling onto his side to face you. “Since when did you start using a tomahawk?”

You shrugged and tried to keep your eyes on his, and not get distracted by his chest. Every atom inside of you wanted to reach out and trace the tattoo on his chest. “Rufus gave it to me years ago, taught me how to throw it. I haven’t used it in forever but I thought this case seemed like a good time to bust her back out.”

“Well it was pretty badass.” Dean’s chuckle was interrupted by a yawn that ripped through you. “Why don’t you get some sleep, honey?”

Your heart soared at the nickname. Sweetheart was something he used quite often, but honey was reserved for special moments like this between you. Nothing had ever happened between the two of you, but you always hoped somewhere inside of him felt something for you.

You gave him a sleepy smile and nodded, rolling so your back was facing him and nuzzled into your pillow, your eyes growing heavier by the second. There was a rustling behind you, the mattress shifting as Dean moved. You felt a warmth pressed against your back followed by a heavy arm that hesitantly draped over your waist. “Is this okay?” His hot breath fanned across your neck, tickling the sensitive skin behind your ear.

You thickly swallowed and nodded your head. “Yeah, it’s good.” A few moments passed and the two of you eventually melted into each other. Dean’s arm wrapped a little tighter around you, one of his legs tangled in between yours. It felt good, too good. How were you supposed to sleep on the couch after experiencing this? “Hey, Dean?” He hummed against your shoulder in response. “Do you um… think we could start sharing at motels now?”

You felt him chuckle softly and you were about to take the question back before you felt his lips press against your shoulder blade. “Only if you teach me how to throw that tomahawk of yours.”

“You got yourself a deal, handsome.” You tried to stifle your giggle as he nestled his face into your neck, keeping you secured against him.

A distinct throat clearing from the other side of the room had your spine straightening in an instant. “If you guys want some time alone, I’ll get my own room.”

This time you couldn’t hold back your laugh. Dean groaned and shook his head, but didn’t let go of you.

This is my entry (on deadline day no less) for @amanda-teaches super fun CLUE Supernatural writing challenge :) my prompts was.....A Vampire in the Catacombs with a Trident...

Word count: 832

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, Alara (OC) nameless others

Warnings: Swearing, marvel vs dc, minor injury

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“For fuck’s sake!!” Came the curse from behind you, and both you and Sam turned to see Dean fighting with yet another cobweb.

“Here, let me.” You giggled, giving your machete to the elder Winchester to hold so you’d have both hands free to get Dean out from the webs.

“Why? Why is there so many cobwebs? And what happened to vamps camping out in a good old-fashioned run-down house? No, these vamps have to be living it up in some weird underground... whatever this is!!”

“Catacombs.”

“You what?”

“Catacombs. Human made, subterranean passageways, predominantly used for religious practises.”

““Y/N, it’s time like this that I’m reminded what a massive nerd you are.” Dean shakes the last of the cobwebs out of his hair, throwing a cocky grin in your direction.

“Yep. But I wear that like a badge of honour.” You smile, poking your tongue out at him and taking your weapon back.

I recently hit 1,600 followers, which I want to thank you all so much for. I love every single one of you from the bottom of my heart, so, to celebrate all of you, I’m hosting another writing challenge! I’m really excited about the theme of this one. I think it’s going to be fun and challenging in the best way. So, without further ado, I present...

                 The CLUE Supernatural Writing Challenge

Here’s how it works: This challenge is going to be a true challenge with random prompts. To enter, you will send me 3 different numbers. Using your numbers, I will give you three prompts for a classic CLUE-style mystery: a monster, a setting, and a weapon. So, for example, you might get the Skinwalker in the Castle with the Blowgun, and then you build your story around that.

Each prompt will get used twice before I take it out of the challenge, so there are only 20 spots open.

Sound fun? Then jump under the cut for rules:

Happy Sunday, everyone! I wanted to send out a quick reminder to everyone that signed up for my CLUE SPN challenge, because the due date is tomorrow, Monday, August 5th. 

If you forgot about this (like I usually do with challenges, lol) and need an extension, please let me know. Likewise, if you posted your fic, and tumblr ate the tag, let me know! I’m totally fine with giving extensions because life can be insane, or even people dropping out if they really can’t write their prompts anymore, but I’m not so fine with people never writing their fics and not contacting me at all. I don’t want to be mean, but I had people ask for spots in this challenge that I had to turn down because all of the spots were filled, so, if you signed up, please let me know if you can’t write the fic anymore or need an extension. Thank you!