#suncaptorevent

@suncaptor ​birthday event: day five | sam & trauma

Grey's Anatomy 10.03 Everybody's Crying Mercy

on jessica moore, the fridged woman / for @suncaptor birthday event

1.01 pilot // new year, kate baer

In the four days leading up to my birthday, January 29th, 2024, I wanted to have an event! It is Supernatural themed because this blog still is (shoutout to everyone still here), but non spn fans feel free to participate. I love to see what people have to create!! All media/art/music/writing is encouraged.

You can also post on different days/multiple from same day or post something very tangential!! if you're really late I'll probably still get to it.

25th: (post Dean Winchester birthday blues) Dean & Alastair // 4x22 voicemail // Kevin Tran // Conor Oberst

26th: fusions: your culture, field of study, science, space, music, interest, etc and supernatural // existential // mental illness, dissociation and/or unreality // liminality (and ANY application of it, from transience, liminal spaces or ritual states, applying it to stuck outside through trauma, abuse, and cycles, "Otherisation", the "you can never go home" of it all, dimensions and supernatural beings explorations, so forth on and on.)

27th: Lucifer &/or vessels (or Sam specifically) // sambrady // Ireland

28th: Xander Harris (btvs) // Jessica Moore // psychic kids // sastiel (especially casifer mention<3)

29th: Sam Winchester and trauma, autonomy &/or OCD // anything that you want regarding me <3

extra bonus to keep extra sastiel posting into the 30th <3 it is @jackexmachina's birthday, I'll still be around, and we both love to see it!

At the end of the day, I know there are worse ways to stay alive.

for rem @suncaptor, with the prompt liminality. A tiny thing on what makes someone human, in the eyes of the oldest being in the universe.

“Would you like me to be honest?” Death said, crossing his arms.

Dean weighed his words, realizing that he was probably going to regret saying them.

“Uhm. Yes?” he asked, wincing.

“I don’t know...where you’re going to go,” Death said slowly, “When you die.”

Dean blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

Death sighed.

“When you, and your brother, inevitably ‘kick the bucket’ without standing it right back up again,” Death said, a sliver of contempt in his voice, “Where you’ll go? Is anyone’s guess.”

“I, uh, assumed the options are, uhm, Heaven or Hell,” Dean said, eyes darting back and forth, “Right?”

“Ohh, no, no, no,” Dean said, smiling condescendingly at Dean. “No. You and Sam are not quite...human enough for that to be a guarantee.” 

Death toyed with the ring on his finger.

“You’ve been...altered. Changed. Possessed, unpossessed, built, rebuilt…”

He finally looked up, and stared Dean directly in the face.

The oppressive weight of the type of thing Death was, crowded around Dean's existence. The edges of his soul shrank back from the sheer perception.

“You could go to Heaven. You could go to Hell," Death said simply, his speech laced with the slow surety of the inexorable march of time, "Purgatory isn’t off the table, either. You could simply wink out of existence. I won’t know, until I have your soul...in my hands.”

Death stood up.

“We will find out together, one day, the results of this little experiment,” Death said, “But not today.”

by sp8ce

Dean, Cas, and Sam get trapped in a spell that forces them to all witness memory in front of one another at random.