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“Hey Boys—..you like you’ve seen a ghost…” Jo began, trying to lighten the mood. However, when she saw deans expression soften, she sighed and leaned against one of the pillars in the middle of the room. “I..I have no clue either..one moment I was…—Dead.” ‘In hell.’ Is what she wanted to say, but…That wasn’t something she was ready to share, OR come to terms with. If she confessed the horrific sins that had been thrown upon her, she would break down…Breaking down was the last thing Joanna needed in this moment. What did she need? Well, she wasn’t sure..but it wasn’t the boys to worry about her even more than they already were..

“It’s..it’s good to be..well, back on earth.” She didn’t move, still leaning against the cement pillar. It was a lot to take it. Being alive, the bunker, seeing Sam again…and god help her, seeing Dean..that look he had on his face was enough to tug at her harshly, to make her want to run and embrace him, but she couldn’t…

“You’ve…what is this place, and what happened while I was gone?” The blonde hunter asked before walking over to the counted and setting down. It was clear she had showered, obvious since she was wearing one of Deans flannels and a pair of his sweats which hung low on her waist, even fully cinched.

Her heart pounded as she waited, head leaned against the door. If she knew the Winchesters, and she DID know the Winchesters…They would be opening the door armed, so she had to be careful, and prepared to get holy water splashed onto her face. It might feel good, considering how hot it was outside, and with all the dirt on her face. The door swung open, revealing Sam…and Dean. Dean Winchester, her first love. Joanna swallowed thickly. “He guys, what’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?” The blonde croaked, her head spinning. The hunted was confused, and, well…Traumatized.

“Listen, I’m not a demon, not a shapeshifter..It’s—“ Harvelle tried, the world spinning around her with more intensity every moment that was passed by..and then she collapsed into Dean, exhausting finally winning its battle. Joanna breathed softly, her body limp against his.

When she would wake up, she would have so many questions. What she missed, if her mom was still alive. For now however, the girl just needed rest, food and water.

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Sometimes I remember that Dean and Cas would have little movie nights together just the two of them and I want to beat my skull in on the countertop because that’s such a darling detail that doesn’t add to the plot, it’s only purpose in being mentioned was to show how close they actually are outside of hunting

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"I kinda wish there had been a different, uh, [...] wrap up to the show. Um, and I know that that's kind of controversial to say, and it'll look like it's egotistical 'cause I wasn't in the end of the show. Uh, which it is. I'm certainly partly fueled by that. But I think that, in a way, maybe it's a good thing, um, that the show, in my- to me, uh, I felt like the end of the show left- left me wanting more, and different- and it felt like it left- it left things unanswered. And it left storylines unresolved, and maybe open for future mining. So I'm gonna take that as a good thing, and like, maybe- maybe there is an opportunity to reboot or- or revisit, uh, the end of Supernatural in some way, at some point down the road. I think it would be so fun to- to dip our toes back into that, not maybe for another 15 seasons... but, you know, certainly 11 or 12."

~ Misha Collins, SPNNASH 2024

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He loves him so much

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Misha will actively go on record saying, “Jensen and I would have fucked nasty in the back of the impala, for the sake of canon Destiel of course, in a heartbeat. But the CW is homophonic :/”

And we just let him keep saying these things with no consequences.

Then Jensen like a week later is like, “No we did fuck nasty in the back of the impala, for the sake of canon Destiel of course, they just cut it :/”

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My favorite thing about destiel is when Dean asks Cas if he can do something and he dramatically rolls his eyes and is like ugh of course I can do that Dean I am an angel and you are just a man but for some reason I have fallen in love with you so I'll do it but I'm gonna make a show out of it so you know I could easily choose not to do it to make your life miserable

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don’t do this, cas (please stay)

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Her heart pounded as she waited, head leaned against the door. If she knew the Winchesters, and she DID know the Winchesters…They would be opening the door armed, so she had to be careful, and prepared to get holy water splashed onto her face. It might feel good, considering how hot it was outside, and with all the dirt on her face. The door swung open, revealing Sam…and Dean. Dean Winchester, her first love. Joanna swallowed thickly. “He guys, what’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?” The blonde croaked, her head spinning. The hunted was confused, and, well…Traumatized.

“Listen, I’m not a demon, not a shapeshifter..It’s—“ Harvelle tried, the world spinning around her with more intensity every moment that was passed by..and then she collapsed into Dean, exhausting finally winning its battle. Joanna breathed softly, her body limp against his.

When she would wake up, she would have so many questions. What she missed, if her mom was still alive. For now however, the girl just needed rest, food and water.

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It had been a long day for the Winchesters — hell, their whole life had been one long day. Sam and Dean were seated across from one another at the long table in the bunker, preparing for the next case that had been sent their way. The older Winchester shoved the last bite of a pizza slice into his mouth, closing the lid and sliding it down the smooth surface out of his way. He met Sam's gaze, crossing his arms and leaning forward on his elbows.

"You want a beer, Sammy?" he offered after a minute, gaze flickering toward the kitchen area and then back to his younger brother. Spotting the hesitance in Sam's features, Dean prodded a little further, "C'mon, take a load off, huh? You've been neck deep in lore for days now. It's not going to kill you to take one night off."

The recent hunts held Sam's focus more than usual, trying to track down anything that might help them deal with the sudden influx of people that had returned to life. They didn't have any leads yet, and neither Jody nor Donna had been able to find anything either. For the time being, there was nothing else they were able to do — and while he didn't want to admit it, Dean had a point. Pausing briefly, Sam observed him and then replied with a ghost of a smile. "Uh, yeah, all right," he began, voice low and soft, "I guess you're right. Thanks, Dean."

It wasn't long until Dean had returned with a case of beer from the fridge, twisting the tab off with ease before he tossed it aside and passed the frosty bottle to Sam. Meanwhile, the younger Winchester had closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair with a sigh, giving his brother a small nod as he took the offered drink. The familiar taste slightly eased the edge he felt, yet something in his core still didn't feel right. Minutes ticked by before something had caught Dean's attention.

His head whipped around toward the stairs that led to the exit of the bunker, his senses heightening at the subtle disruption. Some sort of banging. In a practiced motion, his hand smoothly slipped a gun out from behind his back; his vision sharpened, pulse increasing as he held the weapon pointed downward and headed toward the door to the bunker. On the other hand, Sam was right behind him, opened beer sat forgotten upon the table and a secondary pistol clutched tightly in his grip. Unlike his brother, he was much calmer, yet his concentration mirrored Dean's.

They each quietly took separate sides of the door frame and with a silent signal, Sam swiftly opened the door and Dean stepped out, gun cocked and pointed at the entrance. He felt his chest tighten at the sight, his eyes widening imperceptibly in disbelief. What the hell was she doing here? Dean's heart simultaneously soared and broke, his momentary hesitation evident.

"Jo?"

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Gwyn nodded, she gently pulled her wrist away. “Just…if you die, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself..” she whispered, looking at him. There was worry in her eyes…and something else, something unreadable.

packing it up.

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Logan wasnt doing what he usually was. Sitting there, sleeping, or off on a mission. Instead... he was... packing? At least some stuff. He was stuffing clothes, the basic needs into a duffel bag. He had his two jackets on, and gloves in his pockets, dog tags, at least that was normal.

But he was packing???

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She sighed, looking down at his grip on her wrist. Gwyn brushed her thumb over his knuckles. “Just…don’t do anything stupid. I want you to come back home, Logan..this is your home and you belong here. So come back to everyone.” The redhead breathed. ‘Come back to me’.. is what she had wanted to say, but she didn’t…she didn’t want to spook Logan, didn’t want to make him feel…uneasy.

packing it up.

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Logan wasnt doing what he usually was. Sitting there, sleeping, or off on a mission. Instead... he was... packing? At least some stuff. He was stuffing clothes, the basic needs into a duffel bag. He had his two jackets on, and gloves in his pockets, dog tags, at least that was normal.

But he was packing???

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She didn’t waver. Gywneth inhaled. “I…and how do you think I would feel if YOU got hurt?” Her tone softened then. Gently, she cupped his cheeks in her hands, her eyebrows. “The others can manage without me, so stop being a stubborn old ass and listen to me, god!”

Her eyes search his. Gywneth pulls away after a moment, turning away and squeezing her eyes shut. “Will you please tell me what’s going on?”

packing it up.

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Logan wasnt doing what he usually was. Sitting there, sleeping, or off on a mission. Instead... he was... packing? At least some stuff. He was stuffing clothes, the basic needs into a duffel bag. He had his two jackets on, and gloves in his pockets, dog tags, at least that was normal.

But he was packing???

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“The hell im not!” She exclaimed. “I am just as capable of you.”

Gywn spoke. “Why do you always do this, Logan? Why do you push everyone away..? Why do you push me away? You don’t have to everything alone. You have people that care. Scott, Jean, storm, Charles—“ the redhead paused..”Me…you have me, Logan..”

She placed her hand over his, her thumb resting on his knuckles, not afraid. “I’m coming with you, whether you like it or not..so get over it..”

packing it up.

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Logan wasnt doing what he usually was. Sitting there, sleeping, or off on a mission. Instead... he was... packing? At least some stuff. He was stuffing clothes, the basic needs into a duffel bag. He had his two jackets on, and gloves in his pockets, dog tags, at least that was normal.

But he was packing???

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Gwyneth’s eyes flashed. “Logan, I’m just as strong as anyone else here, as strong as YOU.” She began. “You always try to take on everything by yourself..and I’m tired of it. You are alone, Logan..you have Scott, Storm, the professor..you have ME…” she breathed, her grip tightening on his arm. “Why are you always so insistent on pushing me away..?”

packing it up.

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Logan wasnt doing what he usually was. Sitting there, sleeping, or off on a mission. Instead... he was... packing? At least some stuff. He was stuffing clothes, the basic needs into a duffel bag. He had his two jackets on, and gloves in his pockets, dog tags, at least that was normal.

But he was packing???

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Her eyes widened, her breath catching. “H-hydra? Logan, are you insane?” She whispers. Gywn reached out to grip his arm, her touch feather light. “I’m coming with you, there’s not a chance in hell I’m letting you go alone, Lo.” The redhead speaks, green eyes fierce and full of determination..when she was like this, there was no arguing with her..

packing it up.

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Logan wasnt doing what he usually was. Sitting there, sleeping, or off on a mission. Instead... he was... packing? At least some stuff. He was stuffing clothes, the basic needs into a duffel bag. He had his two jackets on, and gloves in his pockets, dog tags, at least that was normal.

But he was packing???

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Vanessa was a regular at the bar, and by regular..well, with the men. She didn’t like her job, giving herself away to men for money, but..money was something she needed to survive. The woman didn’t have the means to an education, and so she fell down the rabbit hole of work that most abused daughters did, which was prostitution.

Wade, however..he interested her. He seemed to be at the bar often, almost every time she was there working..and boy had the vixen noticed him. She’d been observing him, never approaching. Tonight however? Well, it was different.

She made her way over to him, sipping at her glass of whiskey. “Your wade, right?” The woman asked, taking a seat beside him. “I’m Vanessa..but everyone around here calls me Nes.” Vanessa spoke, voice smooth like the finest silk from china. “Everyone here seems to treat you like you’re the king of this joint, red.”

Neverending Love Story | Vanessa and Wade

Some call it destiny, some fate, some call it a twisted cosmic love anomaly. Like anchor beings, anchor love stories like these stretch through dimensions. Basically, what this part of the story arch so far is gonna answer is, what if the love story happened after Wade's Weapon X experience?

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She sighed, pressing herself up from leaning against the wall. Walking over to him, she sat down on the bed, crossing her legs. “Where are you going?” Gywneth pressed, watching him carefully.

packing it up.

(open Rp anyone? Join if you want. If nothing happened with this, you saw nothing -mod)

Logan wasnt doing what he usually was. Sitting there, sleeping, or off on a mission. Instead... he was... packing? At least some stuff. He was stuffing clothes, the basic needs into a duffel bag. He had his two jackets on, and gloves in his pockets, dog tags, at least that was normal.

But he was packing???