#10 feet underground with no air would be too peaceful for you. Sincerely.

[jaythelay]

The thing is, why would you want to be a Teacher?

Lemme put it to you this way, ya go to college to learn to teach kids and think it's gonna be a good time. Turns out the pay is dogshit and the working conditions unmanageable. The fuckin janitor makes more than you with more time off.

That is just a recipe for hiring and creating abusers. If mcdonald's was a daycare, they'd pay more Knowing it'd keep abusers and riff raff away and increase chances of a good candidate. Y'know, to be around children without parental supervision for hours n hours? Might be worth being strict with who you hire?

My solution is fire all teachers, raise pay, lower classroom sizes, more time off for student and teacher alike, take a year to close schools to rehire. Then we gotta work on that silly ol' "Children are being shot dead in school" problem. Y'know, if that ever becomes important to america.

As is, if ya raise pay ya just gave a bonus to the job that enables, creates, and rewards abuse, filled with established abusers. They will not give up their job benefit of being able to excert too much control over children just because conditions and pay are better, it's apart of the job to abuse children and they will continue to no matter what. Fire em.

As far as how kids are behaving today compared to my time, which was dreadfully peaceful and thus easier for staff to abuse children, I imagine it has to do with dogshit staff and dogshit conditions and dogshit protection alongside dogshit education and while boomers scream about the sanctity of life (clumps of cells in other people's bodies) they're also ensuring even more escalatory school shootings to keep growing.

So you're forced to be somewhere filled with abusers, surrounded by enablers, and timmy's dad hit timmy a lil too hard and now he's got a gun in school. Yeah I'd not take anything seriously in school either, it's an absolute fucking joke, we made a place to force children into that is now a pachinko machine of "Who Dies? And How Horrifically?"

We just had a non-binary child murdered in school and governor and principal alike danced on their grave. Cmon. Tell me otherwise at this point that school isn't a pachinko "who dies?" filled with established abusers. When the government is helping a child be murdered, school no longer is safe for your child. Simple as.

Don't get me started on how we handled Covid, we just doomed a generation to not taking diseases seriously by forcing them back to public school practically in the middle of the pandemic. Fucking stupid shit. Oh and if your gram gram died of covid? Best bet a kid is gonna blame school if they manage a thought that far. I would. Absolutely I would. THE place for diesease to spread and ya forced children into it to spread back to their homes killing family. I'm speechless. But don't take it seriously folks! It's just the flu! Just send your kids into the disease machine to come home with it! This place isn't a fucking joke at all!

No your anecdotal "Cool Reddit Teacher" is not common, they are uncommon and usually in well running blue states. Not red states or dying blue states. If you're in a good school, congrats on the unicorn, just understand that unicorn ain't anything but a severe rarity I guarantee only you can relate to.

I kinda approve of how the youth are in school tbh. No room for a teacher to try and fuck with you because their life is more miserable than your child-self's own. Just saying, if ya want the respect of your students, be a better person?

Or accept the system is so fundamentally broken that the generation you're dealing with has already got more to deal with in their future than a doubling of your past. Your dumbass ain't the target in a school shooting 9/10 times. You're paid. They're wasting their time being in absolute danger.

Undeniably they're wasting their time, since anytime the topic of teaching 'how to write checks' is met with "but you'd sleep through it" Good point, cancel education folks, the teacher just said their job is frivilous and I say we listen to them this one time.

Clearly this topic was solely about checks and not the demonstrably broken system we have in place that doesn't prepare you for quite literally anything. Cool place to end a topic, cancel school because no one actually uses it, got ya. Smart. (This happens so often I'm convinced it's an open secret between teachers that they just want the power, since money or education clearly ain't apart of it)

Regardless, not everywhere teaches the same things and as a teacher that shouldn't have evaded your awareness, but it did, because it further helps normalize and enable how you treat people with no way to defend themselves. If education isn't important, then what is? Obviously, abuse. Otherwise you'd not make my point more abundant by doubling down your belief that kids are stupid and the problem (and thus are deservedly abuseable, just finishing your thought.)

Sincerely believe parents told their kids "Don't take any shit from teachers, they fucked with me and my friends all the time, fuck with them back." and ya'll gotta deal with it. Sucks if you're caught in the crossfire...but like...you chose the job that creates abusers and dead children? A place that enables bullying and eggs bullies to target specific kids? Not sure why you'd be upset at your own decision making- like you probably went to this school? Wait, you weren't targeted and had everyone supporting you? Oh that's why you have the wrong opinion about school, makes sense now.

Anyways fuck public school, teachers are barely more trustable than a cop. Kids are uppity because there's no point to being in a dangerous place that admits it has no purpose and given the conditions, only hires and retains abusers, in a system dying from R interference, they elect to blame the children, for the job they chose not to really fight for when it mattered politically.

Yeah nah, I'm still on the side of the little scared people who don't know enough about the world to recognize that their neurodivision causes an untold amount of rage in your fucking entire body to the point ya try getting them arrested and start stalking them to the point of them becoming a NEET, and these days, your ass is on "THE" list and my ass is laughing at it, thank ya for coming to this deliberately awful ted talk, believe children over teachers pls. There's little point not to given being a teacher or cop is less respectable than being a janitor tbh.

Also google Kids4Kash and see how fucking bad it got in my time. I have no sympathy for teachers today. Sucks, but ya'll ensured parents told their kids to stand up to you. Maybe next time find a better career than child abuser if ya can't handle it? Just a thought. :) Better, respectable career options is all. :) Try becoming a Veteranarian? :) Oh wait, too much empathy/sympathy required for that, guess ya gotta be homeless. oh well.

[missallanea-archive]

a not-so-brief, utterly useless guide to the muses on this blog:

UPDATED VERSION ( 08/10/23 )

AGNES DRACHINA REUBEN. first born daughter of the royal house of drachium. powerful sorceress who made a name for herself during the dragon campaign. a mischevious young woman with a penchant for drinking and getting into trouble.

BABYDOLL. institutionalized against her will. sweet girl but will not hesitate to end you if you're a creep. sincerely wishes to empower the other women around her. slowly losing herself to fantasy in order to escape from her unpleasant reality.

CARRIE WHITE. patron saint of the bullied. powerful telekinetic with religious trauma. generally a sweet kid, if not extremely shy and socially awkward. she honestly just needs a hug and a cheese sandwich.

CATIANA FREESPARK. swashbuckler rogue turned storm cleric. she's confused about how that happened too. died fairly recently, but she got better. will steal your shit. highkey feels like the divorce baby between procan and umberlee. 

CHROME DOKURO. a powerful illusionist currently in the employ of the vongola mafia family. occasionally shares her body with the criminal mukuro rokudo. learning to stand on her own two feet. a bit of a strange girl, but sweet and undyingly loyal.

FREYA. the once queen of asgard and leader of the valkyries. reclaimed her warrior spirit and found her wings. seeking to reunite and repair the realms following ragnarök. not a woman to scorn, or she will burn you to the ground and salt the earth behind her.

KAGAMI TSURUGI. a recent transplant to paris from japan. loves fencing and being right. she can be a bit cold upon first meeting but she's actually just very bad at making friends. if you take the time to get to know her, she is fiercely loyal and dedicated and will fight for you.

LIAN NICHANG. the white haired demoness. lives alone on a mountain. really only comes down to get rid of people who are harassing the village at the base of the mountain that leaves her the fuck alone. master swordsman. not actually a witch or a demon, no matter what people call her. 

LUNA. magical moon cat. has a crescent moon bald spot on her forehead. trying to keep the protectors of the universe on track but they're just teenage girls so it goes about as well as you would expect. really tired of being the voice of reason but this is what she signed up for. 

LUNASOL GALANODEL. honestly, the worst. burned down her abusive childhood home with her twin brother. basically sold her soul to the queen of air and darkness. pretends to be sweet but she is cruel and cold. typical elvish attitude toward other races, too. really, really likes flowers.

MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG. my god she is doing her best. normal girl turned superhero turned guardian of magical artifacts. just needs one day of peace ffs. currently going through a crisis due to teenage romance and also ptsd. always smells like fresh baked bread which is a plus. 

MAXIMILIAN CALYPSE. a small, stuttering lady of noble birth. married off to keep her father from having to go to war against dragons. considers herself to be useless and has a good deal of anxiety, but is generally one of the sweetest nobles you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. currently learning to use healing magic.

MIYU. vampire who tried to run from her destiny and made it worse. has to hunt down god-demons called shinma that she accidentally let escape. literally cannot die until she finishes her job, and she would very much like it to be over now. usually accompanied by her mask wearing servant, larva. she's cute and cruel in equal parts.

NATHALIE SANCOEUR. for fuck's sake she needs a vacation. and a raise. personal assistant to a supervillain. seriously questioning that relationship at this point. literally dying. trying to beat the current record holder for most akumatizations. she's pretty and could kick my ass. 

PERSEPHONE. our lady of the underground. literal goddess. known for bringing springtime and overseeing torture in the deepest depths of tartarus. the mom friend, she probably already loves you. does not put up with her husband’s bullshit. really loves her weird dog.

PIKE TRICKFOOT. gnome cleric of the everlight. she may be a holy woman but she has the spirit of a barbarian. will definitely try to drink you under the table. overestimates her own strength, but loves to surprise others when they doubt her. precious angel baby.

REINA "GLITCH" CROWNE. student at a prestigious art school with a focus on fashion design. acts like she's tough and untouchable, but she's actually just soft and trying to figure out who she is. loves meshing traditional fashion with digital media. known to the other students as "glitch" due to her first year freeze up.

RIZA HAWKEYE. military sharpshooter and right-hand-woman of the guy who wants to take over the military. likes like two people and her dog. usually smells like gun oil but it's not unpleasant. has no sense of self-preservation and will definitely die for the people she cares about. does not get paid enough. 

ROGUE. the poster child for "look don't touch." mutant and working on the proud part. literally too powerful for her own good. comes with the added bonus of her cajun husband who makes things explode by touching them. the og power couple. 

RYOKO HAKUBI. half alien, half goddess, all trouble. a literal science experiment. crash landed on earth 700-or-so years ago after a space battle with the guy she tried to steal a tree from. recently resurrected and free from the mind control that made her destroy 28 planets. she's doing her best okay? 

RYUKO MATOI. teenage girl who wants to fight. has a magical schoolgirl uniform powered by her blood. wields a giant scissor. could kick your ass, could kick my ass, could kick her own ass. secretly a softie. 

SADAKO YAMAMURA. a very, very angry ghost with the telepathic ability to project her thoughts onto physical media. the switch to the digital era has not slowed down her curse whatsoever but she misses VHS tapes. very wet. is honestly just a scared young woman who doesn't understand why bad things happened to her. will fucking kill you if given the chance. 

SIF. the unwaveringly loyal wife of thor, mother to magni, móði, and thrúd. trying desperately to hold what remains of her family together. can come across as somewhat cold. while not a warrior by any means, she will do anything to protect her children.

TABITHA DELAINE. monster hunter and general know-it-all. was part of a cult at one point but she doesn't want to talk about it. lowkey a witch but tries to use her magic sparingly. the biggest lesbian you will ever meet, next to her girlfriend van. lives in van's van. 

TIKKI. kwami of the miraculous of creation. has existed for as long as the universe has. sincerely loves humans and how wonderful they can be. helps to turn her current owner into the superhero known as ladybug.

VEX'AHLIA. ranger and rogue. sneaky and shooty. just trying not to die again, thank you very much. once stabbed a tree because it made moves on her. the champion of a god. will probably call you darling and wink at you. also, she has a bear named trinket and a husband with too many names for me to bother listing here.

[arazialotis]

Give it Time - Part 2

Pairing: Eventual DeanxReader, SamxReader

Word Count: Around 2900

Summary: Months have gone by since the boys lost their beloved Y/N to Zachariah. She was transported to another world. That’s all they had to go on. But now that Y/N has been returned, she struggles to recall any memories of her past with the Winchesters, and the ones she does remember seem to conflict with reality.

Part 1

Warnings: Language

For me, this is just a hobby, coping skill, and a way to get silly fantasies out of my head. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!,

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The pillow that engulfed you may as well have been a magnet, pulling you in deeper and protesting against the morning. Though you hadn’t had a drop, your head spun with a grogginess only a hangover could produce. Afraid and unsure of what reality you’d wake to, of which one you wanted to wake to, sleep seemed the better alternative. Pending consciousness became increasingly hard to deny. Sheets that were not your own rubbed against your skin and without seeing your surroundings you knew you were still in this foreign world. 

When protesting the day was no longer relevant, you forced yourself to meet it. Sitting up and taking in the cold room around you, the shock of yesterday lingered. In a single moment, the world had tipped upside down and your dreams had become reality. Well, not all the dreams, some twisted version. Give it time, immerse yourself in the world, find your place, and remember. 

To do so, you’d actually have to leave your room. The bunker was still and quiet. Your feet padded on the chilled floor to the kitchen. You riffled through the fridge and cupboards but were left unsatisfied at the selection. There was a fresh pot of coffee on, but the thought churned your stomach. Nerves won over hunger. 

Something shuffling in the library caught your attention. You went to investigate. A smile crept over your lips upon seeing Sam with his nose stuck in a book. It was the way things should be. You sat down opposite of him, the sound of the chair scuffing the ground pulling him from the trance. 

“Oh.” He coughed and stood up to formally address your presence. “How did you sleep?” Once his shock dissipated, he realized his stance did not match yours and sat back down. 

“Fine.” You nodded, unsure of what else to say. 

“I made coffee.” He eagerly offered. 

But you shook your head and politely declined. “I’m okay.” He cleared his throat again, wanting to know if anything came back but afraid to ask. 

The awkward silence got to you, as did his gaze. “I.. um.. Maybe, if you don’t mind, you could uh, take me for a tour.” 

“Yeah!” He jumped up with a little too much enthusiasm, and toned it down. “I mean. Yeah. I could do that.” “Cool.” You followed his lead. 

In all honesty, the tour droned but you were thankful to have his lingering eyes off you. With sincerity, you did ask questions to learn more about this place. But a wintery, hollow feeling remained. Memories didn’t spark nor did feelings of belonging or attachment. 

“Well. That’s about it…” Sam wrapped up before a small chuckle. “Unless you want to see the garage.” 

Finally, a tug. “I’d love to.” He furrowed his brow at your unexpected response. “Really? Oh, okay.” He led you through steel double doors to a room shining with glossy exteriors. 

“There she is.” You beamed, running ahead of Sam to the Impala. 

Your hand caressed the pristinely waxed hood of the car as you drew closer peering inside the window. Cassettes and magazines were kept neatly in a box on the passenger's side. A necklace dangled from the rearview mirror and a package of unfinished licorice sat in the middle of the bench. 

“Can I?” You asked Sam for permission. 

“Of course.” He held out his hand encouraging you. 

You went for the handle of the back seat, the door creaked open and you slid in. Sam waited outside but shut the door behind you. Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the back and breathed in. A musky scent warmed you finding in it the hint of leather, licorice and gunpowder. With a peaceful sigh, you laid down across the bench, imaging the vibrations rumbling through you. This was it. This felt like home. 

Sam hid his disappointment, seeing you had more of a reaction to a car than him. He chuckled. “Should I leave you two alone?” 

“Oh my gosh.” You moaned as if coming down from a high. “Would Dean totally kill me if I snuck out for a joy ride?”

“I…” Sam contemplated. “I think he would be a lot more comfortable in the driver’s seat.” He noticed the disappointment on your face as you shimmied out of the back. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you on the road soon enough.” 

You followed Sam out of the garage, glancing back at her as you went, stopping before you fully exited. “Sam? Was I a hunter?” You had naturally assumed but had nothing to confirm. 

He laughed as if it were obvious. “The most kick-ass one ever.” You blushed from his admiration. “Shut up.” You scuffed your shoe against the ground. 

“I’m serious. Rather cross a hungry pack of vamps than you any day.” He turned back to the bunker and you followed inside. “Though we won’t test it ‘til you get your feet back.” You weren’t sure if you believed it now, hearing the words come from him. But how else would you have gotten tangled up in the head-spinning lives of the Winchesters? Exploring a bit for yourself now, you winded up at the shooting range. The amount of arms on the wall shocked you. It was enough for a militia, let alone three hunters. A small ivory handgun sent a shiver down your spine.  

Your hands felt clumsy handling it, as if they weren’t met to hold such a deadly thing. Trying to muster the strength in Sam’s words, you took aim for one of the target’s at the opposite end. You braced yourself as best you could for the shot and recoil, finger resting on the trigger. Pulling back, the gun simply clicked. With a huff, you set it down on the ledge. The safety was on or it wasn’t loaded but you had no idea how to tell. 

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The day dragged. Back home, or you know, the reality where you were trapped, the day would be filled with work, errands, chores… life. And here, well, maybe you were just bored. But it was because nothing was happening. They were dancing around you, treating you like you were made of glass, waiting for something to snap. But it wasn’t. Maybe coming back was going to be more gradual than anyone thought. Unless, you could find Zachariah and force him to reverse the whole thing. Had they considered it? 

The thoughts racing around your mind was an endless tangled web keeping you up at night. If you were going to go after an angel, maybe you should work yourself up to it first. The brightness of the screen blinded you for a moment against the dark of the room. Your thumb hovered over the screen, blanking on where to start. Typing in “murders” seemed futile but actually prompted some interesting responses. News articles popped up and you scanned a few looking for any details that stood out. 

Nothing of bite marks, animal attacks, missing hearts. You yawned and rubbed your eyes before shutting the laptop, setting it aside, and shimmied your way under the covers. Wiggling to get comfortable, you found a spot and closed your eyes, focusing on breathing. Until a twinge in your back acted out, you rolled to the side. Another. Rolling again and huffing in defeat. Your eyes found the red numbers of the alarm clock; 1:10 AM. You closed your eyes again, swirling with thoughts. 

“Y/N, no!” Dean yelled through the fog of your mind. 

But you wouldn’t listen. Angel blade in hand you charged at the unknown enemy. 

A bright flash of light. 

Opening your eyes again, the clock read 1:30. 

“This is stupid.” You muttered to yourself. 

You shuffled out of bed, rummaging around until you found a light jacket and a pair of flip flops. Although it was quiet, you slowly peeked out into the hall looking both ways, feeling as if you were a toddler asking to get into trouble. Satisfied you were alone, you turned the flash light on your phone and headed out the hall.

Cautiously, you retraced your steps through the hallway, to the kitchen, through the library until you reached the stairs in the war room. The stairs slightly creaked under your weight as you ascended. There was no intention to run, simply to get out from underground, to breathe some fresh air and let your thoughts escape rather than be trapped in. 

The door was heavy as you pushed against it freeing yourself to the outside. The night air was warm yet you pulled the jacket against you, looking up at the stars. You wandered a little, up a nearby hill to a clearing to get a better view. 

The crisp air filled your lungs and a wave of peace rushed over you. You turned your flashlight off and sat down in the damp grass. Attempting to forget your troubles, you studied the night sky; looking for known constellations, curious if they were the same stars you knew back home, wondering if that brighter speckle was actually a planet, catching a glimpse of a shooting star and making a silent wish.

As time passed, you forgot about the past, forgot about the bunker, and just felt as you were in this moment. A twig nearby snapped. Instinctively, you rolled to the ground, reaching to your back for a gun that wasn’t there. “Shit.” You hissed. “Hey, hey.” Dean’s calming voice brought you back. “It’s just me, Y/N. Just Dean.” You sighed in relief, sitting back up. “Shit. I’m sorry.” He came down and sat next to you. “No, I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s okay.” You said, looking at him now as he gazed up. He glanced your way and you averted your eyes, thankful the dark was concealing the blush in your cheeks. “Couldn’t sleep?” “Nah.” You stretched your arms over your head, then questioned his presence. “How’d you know to find me out here?” 

Dean yawned, you now noticed his mussed hair. “You tripped an alarm. Took me a second to realize it was you, but uh, I remembered you used to come out here at night. Sometimes.” “Oh, god. Sorry…” He cut you off with a chuckle. “Stop apologizing Y/N. It’s okay.” “Maybe you could show me, so I avoid them next time.” “Yeah.” He yawned again and laid down on his back. You joined him, the both of you staring up and the night sky. “So what’s keeping you up?” 

The dream replayed through your head. Dean’s voice echoed. “Y/N, no!”

“Oh, I don’t know. Nothing in particular I guess.” You cleared your throat. “It’s like being at a hotel for the first night I guess, just need to settle in and get used to a new environment.” 

Dean hummed as if he understood. 

His silence caused you to ramble further. “And, well, I don’t know…” You bit your lip wondering if you should continue. “I guess I thought things would be different. Like, I imagined what it would be like to be on an adventure with Sam and Dean… not like I actually thought it would happen… but, now that I am here.” You glanced sideways at him, studying the outline of his face and sighed. “Yeah, I guess I just imagined it differently.” 

Dean pondered for a few minutes. “In what ways?” 

You chuckled. As if you were going to reveal how you felt about him. “Well for one, having actual memories.” You could feel Dean’s grin through the dark, it was contagious. “I don’t know, like pie at every meal.” Dean’s smile gave way to a snicker. “I mean, I wish things were that way too.”

You licked your lips before turning to your stomach so you could better watch him. His eyes were closed yet he was relaxed and content. The constellations no longer grabbed your attention the way the starlight barely showed the freckles on his face, counting them instead. 

“I thought,” You continued. “That the bunker would be warm and cheery instead of foreign and cold. I thought I would naturally just fall into place and belong.” You sighed, wishing for his arms to wrap around you. “And I thought there’d be this epic soundtrack to everything we did.” You smirked trying to lighten the mood again. 

“Just wait until we get back on the road, there will be.” Dean assured. 

“Motoring.” You softly yet uncontrollably sang out, surprising yourself. 

Dean’s voice was soft as he went an octave or a few higher than normal. “What’s your price for flight.” 

You giggled and joined him. “In finding mister right, you’ll be alright tonight.” Dean and you sat back up. “See, you just gotta make your own.” The two of you held your gaze a few moments too long. Dean broke away first. “As for falling asleep, I might have a trick.” He led you back down into the bunker and you reluctantly followed knowing he wasn’t suggesting what you hoped for. Through the maze, the two of you found your way to a large room with a foosball table and tv. You plopped down on a big leather couch, perhaps a little too close together. 

Dean turned on the tv and scrolled through Netflix landing on Star Trek Next Gen. 

“Picard!” You exclaimed. 

“Nerd.” Dean snickered back at you. 

“Shut up.” You teasingly nudged him with your elbow. 

“You’ll be out in no time.”

You playfully gasped. “What the hell are you talking about? I love Star Trek.” 

He silently chuckled. “So you say, but trust me, there’s no way you are conscious by the second episode.” 

“Wanna bet?” You cocked an eyebrow at him. 

“What’s the wager?” Dean unconsciously licked his lips. 

“Pie. Obviously.” He chuckled again. “You're so on.” 

Dean easily won the bet. Not even 10 minutes in, you began nodding off, your head slowly starting to tilt in his direction. As soon as you became quiet, the heaviness hit Dean too, the early hours of the morning hitting hard. He yawned and stretched his arms, one settling around your shoulder drawing you in a little closer. The two of you drifted off side by side without even realizing. 

He was the first to wake finding you tangled on the couch together. Your face buried into his chest and his hand protectively over your head. He slid up careful not to wake you. The tv screen glowed as Netflix asked if you wanted to continue watching. Dean rubbed his eyes and looked for the remote turning it off. He rubbed his hand through his hair as he stood, turning around to admire how peaceful you looked asleep. He gently covered you with a blanket before leaving to scout out some coffee and breakfast. 

The bunker was quiet and stale until Dean made his way closer to the library, the sound of furious typing growing louder with each step. Dean made his way there, finding Sam on the computer with an intensity he hadn’t seen since you first disappeared. 

Dean treaded cautiously. “Mornin’.”

Sam refused to look up. “Looks like you had quite the night.” He snipped. 

“Shit.” Dean muttered to himself. “Dude, it was nothing.” Sam raised his eyebrows unconvinced and stopped typing. “To you maybe.” Dean’s face grew confused. “She’s obviously more comfortable around you.” 

“Stop.” Dean challenged. “She just needed help falling asleep so I turned on Star Trek like the old days. What happened after that was purely accidental and unintentional.” Sam scoffed unconvinced. “It’s been two days Sam. You can’t expect things to fall into place immediately.” 

Sam shut his laptop and held his head in his hands. “I’ve waited so long for this. And now, she feels farther away than ever.” “I know.” Dean agreed for sympathy’s sake. “But she’s starting to remember. I know it doesn’t feel like it but she is. Slowly.” Sam sighed and looked away. Dean fished in his pocket, pulling out the ivory gun. “I found this out in the range yesterday and unless it was you playing with it…” He handed it forward. 

Sam took it from him, a spark of hope fluttering inside. Out of all the guns, you had picked out the one he had given you. 

“She was up at her old spot last night, would’ve shot me if she had it on her.” Dean chuckled. “And uh, she had a glaze over her eyes, the one only a hunter gets. I think she’s remembering more than she's letting on.” 

Sam recalled how you had reacted to the Impala. It was the most comfortable he had seen you so far. “What if we got out on the road, maybe took an easy case.”

Dean grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. Seems kinda fast, too dangerous.” “Not with us both there, every step of the way, keeping her from any true danger.” Sam argued. “Maybe that's what she needs, to help jumpstart the progress.” 

“Let’s leave it up to her.” Dean suggested. 

“Leave me up to what?” You walked in, yawning and stretching, hair an absolute mess. 

Sam stood up to greet you, eyes wide like a frightened puppy afraid you may have overheard his frustration. “About going on a hunt?” He stammered. 

Your eyes lit up, the grogginess of the morning instantly fading away. “Yes! I’ll go pack my things!” You ran out of the room.

The boys shared a smile with each other surprised by your enthusiasm. 

“I guess we're going.” Dean stated. “You gotta case?”

“I’ll find one.” Sam dived back into his laptop, his heart racing with hope.

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