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Jared's right eye is in shadow so you can't see his "little tear" in the scene. But I definitely teared up, again, at Jensen's powerful performance 🥹
And the thing that hits me over and over is this. Here are two immensely talented actors with unmatched chemistry who have captured the hearts of fans and made the show iconic. And they continue to capture hearts with their kindness and humility with fans, whether it's during cons or in the wild.
On top of all this, is the fact that their bond is so intense and beautiful and heartwarming - Jensen's toughest moment was watching Jared get emotional during the "I'm proud of us" scene when Metatron kills Dean in S9. Jared was tearing up, while acting dead, in AHBL2 because he could feel and hear what Jensen was experiencing!
We really lucked out when we started stanning J2 🥹🥲❤️
Summary: Dean Winchester seeks solace in your embrace during a vulnerable night.
The room is dark, with only the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls. You’re half asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness, when you feel the mattress dip slightly beside you. It’s subtle, almost unnoticeable, but then you hear the sound of soft, measured breathing, followed by the warm presence of someone close.
You blink your eyes open, and there he is—Dean Winchester, sliding under the covers with you. His movements are hesitant, almost uncertain, as if he’s not entirely sure of what he’s doing. This is new, uncharted territory for both of you.
“Dean?” you murmur, your voice thick with sleep and surprise. He doesn’t answer immediately, just settles beside you, closer than he’s ever been. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against his chest. The weight of his body, the solid warmth of him, is comforting in a way that’s both familiar and strange at the same time.
“Sorry,” he finally mutters, his voice a rough whisper in the stillness. “I just… I couldn’t sleep.”
You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles are coiled tight as if he’s waiting for you to push him away, to tell him to leave. But you don’t. Instead, you reach up and gently run your fingers through his hair, soothing and calming. It’s a small gesture, but it seems to be exactly what he needs.
Dean exhales, a long, shaky breath that you didn’t realize he was holding. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel the faint tremble in his shoulders. It’s then that you realize just how much he’s been holding in, all the stress and fear he never lets anyone see. The weight of the world on his shoulders is too much for him tonight, and he’s turned to you for comfort, something he’s never done before.
“I’m here,” you whisper back, your hand moving in slow, calming strokes through his hair and across his back. “You’re not alone.”
He doesn’t say anything more, just holds you tighter, as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. You can feel his breath against your skin, warm and steady now, and you know he’s starting to relax. Slowly, his tension melts away, and you feel him begin to drift off, his grip on you loosening slightly but never fully letting go.
You close your eyes again, your heart beating a little faster, a little steadier, knowing that for tonight, you’re the one thing keeping Dean Winchester from falling apart. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to help you both find a little peace in the darkness.
Pairing: Lucifer x Hunter!FemaleReader
Subjects: Intimacy, Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Trustbuilding, Soulmates, Wing kink if you squint, Soulmate AU, Fluff, Injuries
Warnings: Explicit Description of Injuries, Blood, Gore, Canon Expected Violence, Mentions of abuse in Reader's past
Setting: Bunker-era, Canon Divergent and Adjecent
Writer's Note:
This is my first post on Tumblr, and my first attempt at a Lucifer x FemaleReader fic.
While it isn't my first fic in total (I have an Ao3 for longer and slower projects), it is always nerve-wracking to post something new.
But I'll never improve if I don't post the smaller fics too, so here we are 🙃
Also, a fair warning, English isn't my first language so there are bound to be mistakes regarding grammar, punctuation, past/present tense ect 💀
Story Synopsis:
As Lucifer's Soulmate, you are the only human alive who can see the Devil's wings. And to be honest, you know he could need a hand grooming them.
But how do you get the Devil's consent to touch an extremely sensitive part of himself?
Part 1 Synopsis:
This part of the story establishes some background for the Reader, and covers how you meet the Devil for the first time.
Written by: ✨️~ PrettyAutistic ~✨️
Two months ago:
When you saw Dean's name pop up on the screen of your phone, you hesitated to answer as you had learned the hard way that whenever the Winchesters needed help, a storm of biblical proportions often followed. The scars on your body proved it.
With a dismissive sniff, you swiped to pick up the call and lodged the phone between your ear and shoulder.
"What's up this time, Winchester?" You asked as you flicked acess blood of your machete.
"Is that how you greet an old friend?" The older of the two scoffed, making you let out a soft chuckle.
"I suppose it is. You or Sam usually only call when you are in deep shit. Never to just say 'Hi' or ask 'How are you?' so 'cuse me for not clapping my hands excitedly when either of you do call." you replied, though there was no malice in it. It was just how you and Dean spoke to one another.
On the other end of the phone, you heard Dean let out a snorting laugh, "I guess that's fair." then he was silent for a moment before clearing his throat, "Hey sweetheart, how are you?" he asked with a smile in his voice.
"Hi Dean! So nice of you to ask. I'm good, thanks. How about you and Sam?" You chuckled while doing your best to keep your voice stern and slightly sarcastic.
"We're peachy. What are you up to?" He asked with a small sound, and you swore it sounded like he was picking his teeth with a fingernail.
"I've been clearing a vamp nest in the butt crack of nowhere. Now, what do you two need?" You replied as you walk around the cleared nest to check if any of the victims were still alive.
"Well," Dean began, "we sorta need a favor."
"A favor? That's new... must be something pretty gnarly if you need the help of little old me." You butted in without being able to hide your surprise.
"I wouldn't necessarily call it gnarly. But we do need help with babysitting two Archangels." He told you bluntly.
You stopped in your tracks, blinking owlish to the headless bodies of the nest's now dead occupants.
"Baby...sitting... Archangels?" You asked, unsure if you'd actually heard the man right.
You heard a confirming sound as the only reply, "Wha--" you scoffed and rubbed your forehead, smearing some monster gunk across it, "What?!" you asked incredulously when you found your voice, though Dean didn't get much of a chance to explain himself before you began rambling.
"Archangels?! Are you out of your god damned mind?? I'm human, Dean! How the fuck am I supposed to babysit a couple of Archangels?! And why do they even need babysitting in the first place? Aren't they, their vessels or whatever, not grown ass adults?!"
You stopped briefly, to take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose with the hand that wasn't grabbing the leather-bound handle of your weapon like a lifeline.
"May I speak now, or do you have some more rambling to do?" Dean asked after a moment of silence, and the only thing he could hear from you was controlled in- and exhales through your nose.
"Make it quick before I hang up on you." You deadpanned after truly considering to hang up on him, and just never answer a call from the Winchesters again.
"Relax, woman!" Dean chuckled, but when you didn't take the bait he became serious, "Alright. Sam and I are needed on a case in Sioux Falls in a few days. Jodie thinks it might be a gaggle of ghouls, but she'd like our help to check it out as she is loaded with official sheriff business. Meaning she doesn't have the time to put into the investigation." Dean explained while you tapped the floor with a foot like an irritated rabbit.
"And where, if I may ask, does the Archangel sitting come into the picture?" You asked through pursed lips.
"Cas will need a hand with them. They have a tendency to ruffle each others feathers so to speak. He is no match for either of them, if it comes to blows."
"That's great. And what do you take me for, hm? Some all powerful being that can easily handle two Archangels? Dude, I can't even handle Cas if he against all odds should go rouge, again. What the hell can I do against two of Heaven's most powerful weapons?" You scoffed as you began to systematic search the abandoned house the blood suckers had been holed up in.
"You are the one with the power to banish them if they get in your face. Though its more of a timeout with the few changes Cas has helped make to the banish sigil." Dean explained, and you could hear him mumble something to a question asked out of the phones reach.
"You want me to give two almost all powerful beings time outs?!" Your voice reached a high-pitch of disbelief, before a distant cry pulled you back to where you were, "Look, give me a day to think it over. I have to take care of what might be survivors. Text me the address of whereever you are, and I'll write you back when I've made a decision, okay?" You added as you began to walk towards the sound of someone in distress.
As a Hunter himself, Dean knew the importance of getting to the victims asap, "Yeah, of course. Go save them sweetheart, and we'll talk later." he replied before hanging up.
You shoved the phone back into its pocket, and got to work.
Now, almost a month and a half later since you answered, what turned out to be a fate-changing call, you silently wished that you had followed your first thought of not answering the call Dean gave you, while you were beating the shit out of a punching bag in a small gym-like room that Sam had made sure we're available for you while staying with them.
With each punch, as you danced around the swaying bag on your toes, you thought about how your life had changed the moment you stepped out of a Ford pick-up that Dean had helped you restorate almost a decade ago, and still drove like a dream.
You sat behind the wheel a beat to long before killing the engine of your pick-up truck, glancing at the two Winchesters as they shared a confused look at your hesitation to leave the vehicle.
Something deep inside you felt like it was... buzzing... with this strange sensation that you couldn't put a finger on, nor did you know where this buzzing came from. It wasn't like an excited gallop of a heartbeat, nor the slight nausea that comes with the occasional feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. This felt deeper somehow, like a profound part of you had stirred awake and was rubbing sleep from its eyes. And your skin was itching too, for some reason. All and all, you were feeling considerably uncomfortable in your own skin.
You pursed your lips and grabbed your bag from the passenger seat before sliding out of the driver's seat, closing the door behind you as you did, greeting the two men with a wave as you walked around the front of the car.
"Guess you weren't lying when you said you got a batcave. " you joked to try and settle some of the restlessness you were feeling, causing Dean to chuckle and Sam to roll his eyes with as with as smile on his lip.
"Sure didn't! How's your drive?" Dean asked as he and Sam shook your hand in turn.
"Boring, and tiresome. But I suppose that's good considering the alternatives." you smiled with a shrug, and silently thanked Sam for what he suggested next.
"Understandable. C'mon, I'll show you to your room. Once you've settled and unpacked we'll, uh, introduce you to the task at hand." he told you the last part as he quickly followed with a tight smile, and given the history he shared with the oldest of the two Archangels currently residing in the Bunker, you didn't really blame him.
"Ah yes. Because me getting rest will save me from being turned into a bucket of anatomical confetti at the Devil's leisure." You snorted with a headshake and added over your shoulder to Dean, who was following you and Sam, "Can't believe you convinced me to say yes... must have gotten brain damage from those vamps." making Dean bark a hearty laugh as they lead you to what would be your room while you stayed with them.
The firm sound of your fist hitting the bag and the small huffs and grunts that came from you with each satisfied punch and kick filled the room, working as a white noise while your memories played like a movie inside your head. A movie where you sit and groan at the stupidity of the lead actor.
After the Winchesters had showed you where you'd be staying, alongside how to ward it against potential noisy angels, you took about an hour to freshen up. Getting your hair and teeth brushed alongside a change of clothes, and unpacking what little belongings you had.
"Guess I can't postpone it any longer..." you mumbled as you exited the room and followed Sam's instructions to the library, not that you needed directions with how the voices that travelled down the hallway.
"Just behave while we are gone, okay?" You heard Sam say in an exasperated tone, followed by someone letting out an offended scoff.
"Puh-lease! I am always well-behaved, Samshine. If anyone need a reminder to be civil it's Lucille here." An unknown male voice quipped sarcasticly, "Says the guy who dipped on Heaven to hide from the family drama and then pursuit a career in porn. A real poster boy for good manners."
"At least I didn't stab my own brother!" the first unknown voice spat, in a manner that suggested raised hackles, "Want me to try again? I promise to do it right this time." the second replied cooly, as you turned the corner to the library, taking in the scene with your arms crossed over your chest and leaning on the doorway. All while ignoring the buzzing that had turned into a low, uncomfortable thrumming through your entire being.
In front of you, by a long table that stood roughly in the middle of the room, a library that held the most amount of old books you'd ever seen, where Sam and Dean stood on one side with their bags packed. On the otherside of the table stood what you assumed to be the two Archangels you somehow were supposed to babysit while your friends went to Sioux Falls. Gabriel and Lucifer. All while Castiel was standing at the end of the table, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Not that you blamed him.
Both of the Archangels were blonde. The shorter's hair was more wheaty gold, and stood with his arms crossed while glaring up at the other blonde, who had a more sandy blondness to his hair.
Most remarkably were the angels eyes that glowed with the celestial might they possessed. One an antique gold, and one a bright crimson red. Didn't take a genius to assume who was who.
"Well fuck. Sam and Dean has barely left and you two are already at each others throats... what a lucky gal I am, huh?" you spoke up as you pushed of the doorway and walked over to take the bull by the horns, and greet the two Archangels in person.
It was hard to not freeze momentarily when everyone in the room snapped their attention to you, two of them with eyes glowing bright before extinguishing.
The shorter of the two Archangels tilted his head and pursed his lips before a mischievous smirk spread on his lips, "Oh, that? Don't worry about that, Sugar. Just a little... brotherly dispute." he waved it off before he held out his hand and introduced himself as you shook it, "They call me Gabriel. And that grumpy one over there is Luci." he grinned and pointed a thumb over his shoulder where Lucifer stood with his hands deep in his pockets and an eye roll so exaggerated that could rival Sam's.
"Nice to meet you, Gabriel." you replied and introduced yourself, before walking over to where Lucifer was standing. The entire room tensed up, and that thrumming inside you increased in volume. It felt like your bones were rattling, but still, you pushed through until you stood before the Devil himself, who observed you with a curious head tilt.
You met his gaze and reached out a hand, introducing yourself as you did. Lucifer cocked an eyebrow and looked from your hand to your face a few times, like he couldn't believe the audacity.
"C'mon on, Luci. Can't imply you have more manners than me and then not shake the woman's hand." Gabriel taunted, and Lucifer's eyes flared red for a moment, "You do have more guts than the Winchesters combined." Lucifer shrugged and reached out for the hand you had offered, "Not even they bothered to greet me before Dean blasted my brains out. Not that it wor--" he stopped speaking the moment your hands met, and gained an inch in height with how rigid he stood.
The same with you, gasping and going rigid as soon as your palms touched. Causing Sam and Dean to raise their weapons and point them at the Devil, shouting at him to let you go.
All three sets of angelic eyes went wide when the same bright crimson that had previously shined in Lucifer's eyes traveled through your veins.
It felt like getting a melted glacier shot straight into your bloodstream. It hurt, and you screamed. Body arching like a bow as you felt the cold seep through you.
What you didn't see was how Lucifer's looked at you with a mix of reverence and fear, how Gabriel shouted something to Castiel, and how the youngest Archangel and the Seraph used their body and wings to shield the two Winchesters as a blinding, red light exploded from where you and Lucifer stood. Shaking the Bunker in its foundation, light bulbs shattering and books, weapons and artifacts got knocked from their places.
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In season 14 of Supernatural, Alternate Bobby talks about his son Daniel. Did anyone else notice that the name Daniel is a pretty good meshing of the names Dean and Samuel? Even though Dean and Sam were never born in the alternate universe, Bobby still kinda had a version of them as his boy.
Just got to Season 2 Ep. 1 and I feel like this episode is where we see the beginning of Dean’s suicidality; he’s with Tessa, ready to give up everything bc he realizes there is an end to the story and he can choose it. But then bc of John’s deal (it’s always John’s fault) the choice is ripped right from his arms. And he seemingly spends the rest of the series trying to get back to the moment of peace when he chose his fate and couldn’t get the ending he felt he deserved. You can see it in the lines hes always spouting about how he’s destined for an early grave and “the game” is going to take him out. In the end he was right, an early grave while hunting is exactly what he got.
Anyway sorry for depressing y’all. 🫤 That is all, continue on with your scrolling now.
