#s8 au

Omg! I have so many questions. Are we talking a/b/o here?? Would Dean have any doubts about the baby? Does this completely change the perceived betrayal of s8 or exacerbate it? Is Amelia still a thing?

Maybe Sam still meets (beta) Amelia, but at the free clinic where Sam has his pregnancy test confirmed? (He'd been in a fugue state of grief over Dean and didn't believe the otc test once he took it.) They form a bond that's more for support and companionship than romance. Then the beginning of s8 basically happens the same way, and Sam and Dean meet at the cabin, but here's this baby cooing from a carrier to break up their embrace--

And Dean's heart clenches with guilt and regret--Sammy was alone the whole pregnancy! Dean should've been there!

Would Dean still be jealous of Amelia? Fuck yes. Would he blame Sam for not looking for him? 🤔 hmm.. idk. Maybe vocally, in the heat of the moment, but I think really he'd be stewing about all the time he missed caring for Sam and their daughter. Not being a proper Alpha. Maybe even guilt about how "pure" purgatory felt. Some dissonance about how time passed there--he doesn't know at first how long he was gone.

(Oh god, dean could be really awful and suggest he's not the father, out of spite over Amelia. Why does my brain do this!!)

Sam's jealousy over Benny would depend on how Dean handles the situation.

Imagine: Dean's guilt over leaving Castiel in purgatory gets completely overshadowed by his guilt over leaving Sam and their child behind. He doesn't want Sam hunting, though, because their child needs a parent, needs safety and stability (and Sam's out of practice), so he ends up hunting more with Benny ~~jealousy ensues.

So Sam finds out about Benny and leaves their daughter with Amelia (ahahahahaaaa crazymaking!!) to go on the next hunt with Dean (Southern Comfort). Instead of Dean being the one overcome with the green ectoplasm, it's Sam, and he says a lot of the bitter thoughts that have been stewing over Benny and Purgatory and Dean putting him on the sidelines just because he had their daughter.

Everything culminates to Dean determined to close the gates to hell through the trials so they can retire and raise their daughter TOGETHER.

So--Dean could actually be the one to do the trials this time and I could explore how that would effect this situation.

BUT ACTUALLY I would still have Sam do the trials. Omgggg the way it would crank up the Winchester Angst exponentially, especially in the handfasting church  scene. Sam's confessions would involve holding anger and jealousy against Dean for being in purgatory and leaving him alone and pregnant.

Jesus imagine they finally make up before the 3rd trial, when Sam is really too weak to take a knot, but he insists on it because he knows the trials will kill him. 💔💔💔

Goddd imagine Dean clutching their daughter to himself as he prays for an angel to save Sam! Jesus fucking Christ. My heart!

(Imagine Dean finds out coma!Sam is pregnant again--cuz apparently i need to make Dean even more unhinged!)

Jfc the way this ask made my head spin O.O the way I'm thinking about Sam's chunks of missing time from Zeke/Gadreel in s9 and how that would affect Sam's relationship with their daughter/seeing milestones. Fuck dude.

Emma didn’t say anything. Dean was right, there were a lot of people. No weapons in sight, she reassured herself as she rubbed her thumb along the edge of her fingernails, and no strange smells. At her silence, Dean glanced over at her. Something on her face must have given her away, because he shifted on his feet and said, “Let’s go back to the--”

Emma scoffed. “I’m not going back to the motel,” she said quickly, and forced her fingers to unclench. Ever since they got “topside,” as Dean called it, it had been a solid week of motels, of dipping in and out of gas stations and 3 am diner trips when the restaurant was almost deserted. So what if this was the most people she’d ever been around without a direct threat to her life? She couldn’t spend her life avoiding the rest of the world, no matter how paranoid Dean was (or, she admitted, how paranoid she was as well). “I’m an Amazon,” she said, squaring her shoulders and forcing herself to look Dean in the eye, “and a Winchester. I think I can handle a farmer’s market, Dad.”

Dean noticeably softened at her words, and Emma swallowed against the strange clench of her stomach when he smiled down at her. “Okay,” he said, his voice loud and bright as he clapped his hands together. “Let’s do this. It’ll be fun!”

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Gilly/Samwell Tarly (background pairing) Characters: Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Jon Snow, Bran Stark, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen Additional Tags: Scheming, Drama, Actions and consequences, Glimpses into scenes of a S8 AU, unreliable narrators, POV trap Series: Part 2 of The Last Game Summary:

The end of the world does not make humans any less selfish. Power, politics, and passion will not be forgotten even with death marching on Westeros.

“Why?”

so far the ones i'm set on being included for sure are: Angela, Lena, Fareeha, Amelie, Hanzo and Gabriel.

the rest, it’s a debate between: sombra, jesse and jack (I need to pick 2 out of the 3…or someone else entirely but who? I don’t know)

“Do you like it?” Her voice was silvery, like music. Pink lips, soft and full, were curled upward into a slight grin, expressing unabashed amusement. Her cheeks were flushed red with cold, neck hidden in the warmth of a golden cowl neck scarf and hands stuffed into the pockets of her white peacoat.

Fareeha smiled, wider and more genuine than she had in days, snowflakes melting in the palms of her extended hands. “It is…” she hesitated, but minutely. “Mesmerizing. I’ve never seen snow before.”

The stranger inclined her head, staring with curious baby blues. “Did you just arrive?” She asked. “It’s been snowing all week.”

She shook her head, arms falling slack to her sides. Fareeha averted her gaze away from the woman and to the sky: it was white, the sun hidden beneath fog and clouds. When she looked back, she said, “I don’t even know where I am.”

“Zürich.” The woman giggled softly. “District eight.”

“Switzerland?” Fareeha was unable to contain her surprise. There was a small, giddy feeling blossoming in her chest. “I’ve always wanted to come here!”