#Azazel is very confused by the witch

[queen-of-deans-booty]

New Life's Purpose

Pairing: No Pairing (female!reader)

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a imagine with both of the Winchester with a tribrid (werewolf, witch, vampire) and half angel daughter of any archangel that is over 600 years old look like 25 and study some many careers and is super intelligent and have a lot of money,  companies, etc and when the Winchesters find out they are surprised and fascinated?

Summary: You've completed your life's mission. You've lived a luxurious lifestyle. You want something more. You want to do something more with your life. Something like a new life's purpose.

Square Filled: “I’m not saying I’m amazing, but sometimes I’m distinctly above average.” (2021) for @spnquotebingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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All these choices yet you don’t know which one you want. The manager gathered everything he had that fit the description you gave but you’re still having a hard time deciding.

“If I may, ma’am, I think this one would look fantastic on you,” he says and points to the necklace.

“It’s not for me. It’s for a friend.”

The store manager is nervous because this is such a high-end store that the only people who come in to shop must have millions to their name--which you do. More like billions, but that’s neither here nor there.

You tap your fingers on the desk rhythmically as you look at all of the options. People pass by the store on their way to other stores that they can afford but none of them interest you. Not until two men walk by that makes you smile.

“Sam! Dean!” Both men stop and look into the store in confusion. “Over here. Come here.” They look at each other in confusion. “Come here. I need you two.” They step inside, unsure of what is going on. You grab the necklace the store manager pointed to and one that you had your eyes on, and you place both necklaces on Sam and Dean’s neck. “Which one would look better?”

“What the hell is going on?” Dean asks.

“It’s hard to say, ma’am. They both compliment their skin tones.”

“I’ll get both,” you shrug and hand the necklaces back to the manager.

“Of course, ma’am,” the manager grins and takes the necklaces back. He rings up the very expensive necklaces and accepts your cash before handing you the bag with them in it. “Have a pleasant day, ma’am.”

“I intend to. Thank you, Tony.” You grab the bag and leave the store knowing the Winchesters are going to follow you. You hold the bag to Sam who takes it with a confused look. “Hold this for me, please.”

“What is going on?” Sam mutters to his brother.

“Who are you? How do you know us?” Dean asks.

As you’re walking, you look into the windows of various stores, only interested in ones that have the price tags in the thousands.

“You’re Sam and Dean Winchester, born to Mary Campbell and John Winchester. Mary died when Sam was six months old by Azazel and John died by selling his soul for Dean to the same demon. You two grew up on the road with fun Uncle Bobby who later died by a gunshot wound to the head, courtesy of that dick, Dick. I’m sure I missed an angel or two in there somewhere.”

Dean immediately stops you outside the store you’re looking for.

“Okay, lady, who the hell are you? I won’t ask again. How do you know us?”

“My name is Y/N, and I’m the daughter of the archangel, Michael. I’m a tribrid of a werewolf, vampire, and witch along with angelic grace floating around inside of me. I guess that makes me a quad-brid,” you chuckle at your joke. You walk into the store and look around for some new clothes since your old wardrobe is getting pretty boring to style. “Ooh, this would look good on you, Dean. Feel free to get whatever you want. My treat.”

“Why did you find us? What do you want?” Sam asks.

You take a nice shirt and hold it up against Sam, deciding that this would look good on him. You do the same for Dean and let the younger Winchester hold your purchases.

“I’m six hundred years old, rich, and smart. I’m kind of tired of spending all day every day in stores all around the world spending my money aimlessly. I’m not saying I’m amazing, but sometimes I’m distinctly above average.” You pick out a few shirts you like and toss them to Sam who catches them easily. “A life of luxury isn’t all that glamorous. I want to hunt and that’s why you two are here.”

“Okay, why us?” Sam asks, grunting when you toss two pants at him.

“Why not you?” you scoff. “You’re the best of the best or so I’m told. I haven’t been in touch with Heaven for quite some time now, so if things have changed and you’re not the best anymore, I will go elsewhere.”

Dean steps in your way just as you pick two pairs of pants for both brothers. He crosses his arms trying to make himself look bigger than he is.

“Sweetheart, we’re the best of the best.”

You toss the pants to Sam who scrambles to catch them.

“Thought so,” you smirk. You walk to the cash register and pay for everything that’s in Sam’s arms. You take the bags and hold them out to Sam who takes them from you. “So, can I join you?”

“No offense, Y/N, but we don’t even know you. How can we trust you to know what we do?”

“Quiz me if you want but do it while we eat. I’m starving. You two hungry?”

You leave the store and head to the food court where you order three meals and bring them to an empty table. Sam set all the bags on the empty chair just as Dean dug into his meal.

“Dude,” Sam whispers.

“What? I’m not going to turn down a free meal,” he says with his mouth full.

“Okay,” Sam nods, not yet touching his food, “how do you kill a Djinn?”

“A silver knife dipped in lamb’s blood. Or bash its brains in. Both are very effective.”

“Rugarus?”

“Fire.”

“Shapeshifter?”

“Silver.”

“Vampires?”

“Decapitation.”

“Vetala?”

“Silver to the heart and twist.”

“Okay,” Sam nods, “what about a Phoenix?”

“Iron or the Colt.”

“Dragons?”

“Dragon-killing sword.”

“How about a Jefferson Starship?”

At the name, Dean smirks.

“Silver, decapitation, or just ripping their hearts right out of their chests,” you smile. “Did I pass?”

“I’m impressed,” Sam chuckles.

“My turn,” Dean says and swallows his food. “How do you change the sparkplugs in a car?”

“Seriously?”

Both you and Sam give Dean a weird look to which he shrugs and continues eating.

“Okay, Little Miss Quad-brid. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you haven’t fought a day in your life.” You didn’t say anything so he assumes you’re not going to correct him which means he’s right. “How the hell are you supposed to fight a monster?”

You take a bite of your food and stare at Dean in the eyes. Suddenly, every single fluorescent light in the food court explodes and shatters. The only light source is the sun coming from the windows. Two of the food place signs crackle and spark before crumbling to the ground. People scream and run from the place but you continue to eat your food as if nothing happened.

“Like that.”

Sam and Dean are stunned into silence, fascinated by your powers.

“Okay, then why do you want to hunt?” Sam asks.

You sigh and push aside your plate of food.

“I was created for one thing and one thing only. To make new angels. Heaven is dying and Michael wanted new angels to repair the damage Metatron caused when the Angels fell. I did that. I made plenty of new angels and Heaven is now thriving, but I want to do more with my life now that my ‘mission’ is over. I have multiple degrees, mastered skills, and got rich in the six hundred years I’ve been here. I loved the fancy lifestyle before but now I want to try something different. I want to save people and bring meaning back to my life. So, can I hunt with you or not?”

Sam and Dean look at each other and have a silent conversation through their eyes.

“On one condition,” Dean says when they’re done.

“What?”

“Endless supply of alcohol. Like, top-shelf shit.” Sam rolls his eyes and you chuckle. “Oh, and I want spa days.” Dean snaps at his brother before he can say anything. “Shut up.”

“My wealth is yours,” you smile. “Spend it how you’d like.”

“Then you got yourself a deal,” Dean nods.

Maybe this time, you can do something good with your life. Humans are creatures that need to be protected, and this is your way to make sure that happens.

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[scotttrismegistus7]

GENERAL Q&A CLARIFICATION:

Both Enki and Enlil have associations with the serpent. Enki is associated with Abzu, Osiris, Path, Oanes, Lucifer and the serpent in the garden of Eden. Enlil is associated with Satan, YHWH, Typhon, and Set. In the Saturnian tradition Lucifer and Satan are two aspects of the same deity, so that is the way I am choosing to interpret Enki, Osiris, Enlil, and Set, all apparently being of Anu. They have so many different associations with so many different things that it can be very confusing. I stand with the jinn and the serpent people, Iblis, Azazel, Maymon, etc., & the Nummo, Naga, Chitauri, etc. So to clarify my position from some of the epics and illustrations in my spiritual blog posts, I am a male witch who stands with the goddess and the divine feminine. I stand with all the pagan goddesses, ancient ones like Tiamat, and old ones, but my specific areas of focus include Inana, Ishtar, Lilith, and Isis. Isis is my central focus, and of course she is associated with the serpent also, Apep and Apophis. I felt I needed to clarify this because going into the topic of the black pyramid there will be a large focus on Set, Apep, and the element of chaos in general. Chaos and darkness in general are associated with the serpent dragon goddess of the divine feminine, as well as the primordial waters of creation in the womb of creation. Darkness as feminine and light as masculine correspond to the two main dimensions and types of energy, which are the inner feminine pull force, and the outer masculine push force. The feminine is associated with the right brain big picture to detail, and the masculine is associated with the left brain detail to big picture.

The deities I use in my blog posts and epics all have various associations, and it's impossible to type somebody by deities that have many contradictory associations unless there is clarification. So that's why I felt like this was necessary. I stand with the divine feminine as a male witch, my tradition is Saturnian, and my main focus for bhakti understanding is the goddess Isis.

Also, I am an authorized ambassador for the dark gods, the jinn the spirit world in general, and any of the beings that fall into the category of the divine feminine like the reptilians, insectoids, the ant people, the grays, etc. I can act as a medium and mediary for all such beings and deities, and have been authorized by the powers that be to do so when needed within my aspects as a shaman.

Blessed be!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldaboath Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga.

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[azazelsconfessional]

((so i was gonna open up my askbox again but I got distracted doing this and watching streams i think idr what i did the past few hours, buuut there's something I need to cover first, especially since there are so many new people around! Hello! Especially since so many of you are playing OCs/MCs.

Don't worry, it's a tip to hopefully help you along! It may get a little long, especially as I try and provide examples. . .but hopefully it'll help.

I'm gonna talk a lot about OCs but this applies to canon characters too a bit. It certainly helps.

Tl;dr, you should have a character profile page.

(also remember that tumblr mobile doesn't really have direct access to Pages made with the Pages function on desktop, so you'll have to link them manually in your pinned or description or host them on another site(I used Google Docs in the apst) or in a regular post(this makes it very easy to lose as a forewarning) for maximum accessibility!)

(rules pages are also really really handy if you have alot of resteictions.)

So, in general, OCs have a bit of a lower reception rate in rp. Idk if that'll be the case here with MCs because they're, well, the main character. Housamo is also a series that lends itself well to OCs pretty well, especially non-human ones, but I figured I'd warn for that.

BUT. That doesn't mean you shouldn't play an OC! It just means there are things you need to keep in mind!

Think of all of the OCs you've seen--you all seem to be fun and wonderful people, and your characters are surely interesting. But. . .if you don't tell anybody about them, nobody will know what's going on or where to start, which makes asking questions a little hard, right? That's easier to work around with MC characters--we've played the game, we know the story, we know the characters, so we can figure out questions fairly easily based on that alone and go from there.

But with other OCs, especially those that don't represent charactera from mythology or fiction like many other characters in housamo do, there's like. Nowhere to start. We may see a face or some dialogue, but otherwise we don't have a frame of reference.

That's where a profile comes in!

Azazel-mun, I don't want to share all of the info about my character at once!

What if I don't know everything about my OC yet and want to figure it out along thw way?

The profile doesn't have to be super detailed! At most it shoule include things like the character's name and age and probably things like their location, profession, grade in school or place of work, etc., and anything you'd notice on the surface like their apperance. It's never a bad thing to include a description of their personality too, or a small section about their history/background. Little things that even you should probably know, too.

You can also section your profile off a bit into things like "surface info," "meta info," "things you could easily figure out about them," etc. That way, no one can spoil themself. Making lists like this can help you think these things through if you haven't already as well.

Let's use Azazel, a character that you probably know already, as an example here. I don't have a profile set

Name: Azazel

Species: Fallen Angel; Capra Therian - an anthropomorphic Goat (?)

Gender(pronouns): Male(he/him)

Age: difficult to calculate; several thousand years old?

Apperance age: hard to say, he's not human. Adult.

Origins: banished from his home world of Eden, has been in the human world for several thousand years

Profession: Priest of dubious denomination, most likely Catholic or Protestant; teacher at Daikanyama Academy; de facto head of the Missionaries Non-Profit charity Organization; supervisor of the Aoyama Missionaries

Role & Rule: Watcher; Revelation - allows him to see anything within the territory of the Aoyama Missionaries and anywhere the pages of his Artifact see

Apperance: Azazel is a 5'10"(180cm) tall, anthropomorphic goat of ambiguous breed, with fawn fur all over his body and lighter fur on his head and around his neck. He has brown, riged horns which curve out and back. Though his eyes are often closed, when opened they're red. He always carried around a leather bound bible with an eye on the cover, and is never seen without several chains on his person, although only the one(s) around his neck can be seen unless he's undressed.

He wears a black priest's cassock with a maroon sash and a capelet of the same color, with the same eye as on his bible on the shoulders of the cape, and brown dress shoes. The front of the robe is always open to expose his bare chest and the chains beneath.

Personality: Azazel is kind and doting, very fitting of both a teacher and priest, although his openly flirtatious, lustful, and secretive nature causes others to distrust him. He doesn't mind this at all. He has a strong adoration for humans, and values love in all of its forms more than anything. He's a bit of a passive person, often being unmotivated but working hard regardless, and seems to prefer to watch others and the world go by, although he won't decline most invitations to take part in it. He is always aware of anything that happens within the extensive territory of the Missionaries, and seems to know and see just about everything about anyone he meets, from their surface to their soul. . . .

If you know Azazel, or take note of some of the wording or question marks, you'll note I didn't explain everything(although I may have shared more than you want to.) This is just a bare bones exampe of how I do my profiles--but it can get even more bare!

I'll do two this time, a more vague version of Azazel's, and another that obscures information all together, using the same or a similar format to the above.

Name: Azazel

Species: anthropomorphic goat

Gender(pronouns): male (he/him)

Age: unquestionably an adult

Origins: Eden

Profession: Priest; teacher; head of a charity NPO; member of the Missionaries

Apperance: Horned goatman of slightly above average human height. Light brown fur, blond fur-hair, red eyes. Wears priest robes and a gold chain around his neck and chest. Carries around a bible with an eye on it?

Personality: Kind of eerie, but friendly and affectionate. A little flirtatious, especially towards humans. Seems to know everything about people for some reason?

Compare it to the one before--see how I've left even more things off or left things ambiguous while still sharing what's necessary or surface level? However, it's also not as engaging or as informative as the other one where I gave more information.

As someone who plays him, profiles like this aren't as helpful for me lol since he knows so much about everyone and everything, having a lot of details helps me play my character!

Now, as helpful as this is, this is also a character you probably know. So how about I do this with an OC? Normally I'm extremely detailed in my profiles and such, especially for OCs, sharing headcanons and ideas for relationships between characters. But, again, I'll try and show how you can show some info while leaving some up to people to ask about to later be filled in.

Name: Kezia

Faceclaim/Art Source: [this is where you would put where you get the art for any icons you use--if you draw it yourself, say so; if you use official art from a series, credit the name of the character and the series; if you use picrews, link the specific picrews. DO NOT USE ART YOU HAVE NOT BEEN PERMITTED TO USE. DO NOT STEAL ART. IF YOU CAN'T FIND THE CREDIT, ASK SOMEONE TO HELP YOU, DO NOT JUST SAY THAT IT ISN'T YOURS. DO NOT USE ART YOU HAVE NOT BEEN GIVEN PERMISSION TO USE OR THAT ISN'T FROM A SERIES OF SOME SORT.]

Species: Human

Gender(pronouns): Female (she/her)

Age: mid 20's~early 30's?

Apperance age: older than she looks?

Origins: Tokyo?

Profession: Professor; Witch

Apperance: A fidgety woman who looks older than she is. She looks anxious and confused as often as she looks curious and confident. Wavy light brown hair. Often carries around schoolbooks and is never alone, always with a Rattus Therian and often with a Nyarlathotep.

Personality: seemingly anxious, but curious and exploratative nonetheless. On the awkward side, but can still keep up with the Nyarls that accompany her. Gets into trouble when she gets ahead of herself in exploring and learning about the arcane, but her Rule allows her to disappear easily.

History: Has always been curious about magic and attempted to run through a Gate when they began to open up. Performed a summon and brought a certain transients to Tokyo and recieved her familiar and the magic to use her Rule as a result. Currently teaches at a college. She stumbled into a certain someone while attempting to explore time, and became a fan ever since.

That tells you a fair amount, doesn't it? Even for someone you don't know? It may even raise some questions that you could ask. At the same time, it doesn't tell you that much, and that can be as much of a hindrance for coming up with questions as saying too much can. It's really up to you what's too much and too little. Here's a more detailed version! Some things have been left vague or confusing in such a way that they could be filled in after being revealed through asks and play. That way, people are encouraged to/given ideas of what to ask--and you can still share things in the long run.

Name: Kezia

Faceclaim/Art Source: [N/A]

Species: Human

Gender(pronouns): Female (she/her)

Age: mid 20's~early 30's?

Apperance age: somewhere in her 30's, maybe even a little older

Origins: Tokyo, with some sort of connection to at least one other world

Profession: Professor of [?] at [?] Academy; Witch

Role & Rule: [?] & [?]

Artifact, Summon, Familiar?: Always accompanied by at least one Nyarlathotep and some sort of man-rat? She also carries around a book that's labeled as a Grimoire, but it's rare for someone to be both a summon-user and an Artifact-user. . . .

Apperance: A fidgety older woman wearing a labcoat and a witch's hat. She looks quite stressed and has trouble sitting still. Her ashy brown hair is thin and a little wavy, with some strands of gray. Although she often squints, she doesn't wear glasses. She carries around a lot of books relating to maths and sciences and one labeled 'Grimoire' decorated with arcane symbols from Gehenna and Old Ones. She's always accompanied by at least one Nyarlathotep and a very short, bearded man who can best be described as a brown rat therian with a human-like face. Sometimes there's a normal rat on her person or in her pockets.

Personality: Kezia is a fidgety and anxious magic practitioner. She's very curious about other worlds and has been since the Gates appeared in this Tokyo since she was a child, however she has been pursuing magic before then. She often appears somewhat confused about or fascenated by even her usual surroundings, but, at other times moves through the world with confidence even in unfamiliar territory. She also likes rats and other rodents, and as such will often avoid felines and birds of prey. She has a tendency to disappear, seeming to walk through walls despite assuredly being alive.

She's a little bit awkward with people, but somehow keeps up with Nyarlathoteps nonetheless. She's a good teacher, once she figures out how to explain things in ways others can understand easily, but can be a bit difficult to follow and flighty up until then. Aware of this, she's rather patient, if a little down on herself at times. However, she most often simply has her mind elsewhere. Despite this and the company she keeps, she's relatively sane. . .most of the time.

She shares a name with a witch from the world of Old Ones who made a pact with Nyarlathotep, believing him to be the Devil. . .and the ratman always at her side uses the same name as that witch's familiar as well. It's. . .probably just a coincidence. . .who would rightfully make a pact with Nyarlathotep?

History: Kezia is an adult human from this Tokyo before the apperance of the Gates and construction of the Walls. She's explored various witchcraft pursuits since she was a child, with what was originally a mere imaginative curiosity and fascination. After the arrival of the Gates when she was still young, she snuck over the fences built around one and attempted to go inside the massive pillar of light, which she attributes to the reason she often seems to struggle with her vision. Several years later, she performed a successful summon and she recieved her familiar, Brown Jenkin, transformed into a somewhat therian form from one of her pet rats, and was given some powers from Nyarlathotep. She has no discernable control over any of the chaotic creatures, however they seem to spend time around her regardless.

At present she's a professor of a subject that interests her at a certain college. She's had other dangerous run-ins due to her excitement over the arcane and "darker" arts, but doesn't seem to show any signs of stopping. However, after an incident in an attempt to explore time itself, she encountered a certain guardian of time and feels reluctant for once to explore it further. . .although she's become quite a big fan of his.

. . .i ran out of steam amd kinda lost track of where i was going. idk if that helped at all really. But maybe it did! I hope it did. You don't need to use any of those things exactly by any means, but that's the kind of thing you usually see in profile pages. Basics like someone's name and birthday and age and apperance and a little about their personality, maybe some history. Oftentimes things like powers and weapons and the like. Interests, hobbies, ways they could be intereacted with, etc. Just stuff that'd help you know the character.

I write everything in paragraph form, but everyone is more than welcome to use a more script format. I love making profiles, myself--it really helps to think about the character and details about them. Normally I make really, really detailed profiles, but maybe I'll try and be more simple about it this time around. depends on how i'm feeling.

I know this seems weirdly hypocritical given I don't have one but when I first made this blog there were like four of us including myself. I didn't see the need for a rules or profile page because I didn't anticipate that there'd be so many of us or, like, people from other fandoms or who aren't familiar with certain characters. I'll rectify that soon hopefully. But I figured I'd pass along this idea/knowledge to others.

. . .I'm gonna go reopen my askbox now. Feel free to send asks again, ask about this, etc! You can send me an IM too if you want. I'll properly close up the guest event tomorrow. I'm real tired rn lol so idk how much i'll get done, but i usually do things super late at night my time, so i have some time to pull my shit together haha))

[lailoken]

I’m a little confused on the concept of Cain. I have found amidst my readings that he is the father of witches. But also among other readings that the devil is the witch father. For a time I wondered if they were synonymous. But in Gemma Gary’s “A Devil’s Dozen” they are two distinct entities. I wondered what your thoughts on this matter are and if you might recommend some further resources. Thank you so much for your time

Firstly, I think I should mention here that Cain actually played very little part in my upbringing and or personal traditions. Nonetheless, I have read a fair amount on the matter and will do my best to elucidate the subject.

In regard to your question specifically, the best answer I can probably give is that there are various explanations and a fair amount of overlap. However, based on the what you said, one explanation to help distinguish between the roles you’re talking about is the language of “Father of Witches” vs “The Witch Father.” So, numerous traditions believe Cain to be the father of witches, in that he is literally named by them as the forefather of all witches. As for the reasons behind him being identified as the forefather of witchblood, there are once again various explanations, though one of the more common ones discussed is the mythical interpretation of Cain as being the result of an affair (or sexual assault depending on the sources) of Eve and an angel. The angel is frequently identified with Samael—known textually both as an angel of death, and a name for the Devil before he fell—but regardless of who the angel was, these particular narratives explain that Cain was effectively the first of the Nephilim, and passed down secrets of magic known to him through his heritage. This notion is often further extrapolated into the idea of “The Seed of Adam” (the descendants of purely human blood through the line of Seth) and the “Serpent Seed” (the descendants of witch blood through the line of Cain.) The concept of Cain as the “Father of Witches” can then be contrasted with idea of the “Witch Father” usually identified with The Devil—a shadowy figure, spectral visitor, or deific apparition that initiates a witch into their power through oneiric, ceremonial, and/or sexual rites. This is one way I can attempt to answer your question about the overlap and simultaneous discernment that surrounds the figures of Cain and Lucifer in traditional witchcraft.

That being said, the concept of the Witching God has had numerous iterations throughout history, and will probably continue to evolve with time. So then, another answer I can give you in regard to the seeming duality of and connection between the two figures is that, as I mentioned before, there’s a certain degree of intersectionality when it comes to their places in the scheme of the Craft. Even the specific concept of the Witchfather has been interpreted through various different lenses and traditions beyond the roles of Cain and Satan. I have, in fact, seen reference to the Witching God as Witchfather under the names of Pan, Dionysus, Samael, Prometheus, The Man in Black, Tubal-Cain, The Lord of Light, Herne, The Faerie King, Odin, Azazel, and Bucca (the last six of those being referenced explicitly in ‘The Devil’s Dozen,’ since you mentioned that work by Gemma Gary.) Needless to say, it’s a topic fraught with varying opinions and abstractions, but I personally love the idea of the freedom for diverse exploration that such a richly attested concept allows for.

I hope that helps some!

[red-hood-vigilante]

hbo spn storylines, drabbles, ideas, thoughts, wishlist, whatever you may call it. it’s messy, nothing makes sense and pretty sure a lot of these contradict each other

more of sam at stanford with jessica/flashbacks. jessica potentially lives but is revealed to be a demon (but she developed actual feelings for sam and really did come to care for him because a demon falling in love with a human would be SO interesting) OR she lives but her memory gets wiped like dean did to lisa OR she dies like she did but she is a ghost that haunts sam (he welcomes it but eventually he lets her go -> character arc). he still dreams about her though and he has her keepsakes with him wherever he goes, her rings, her favourite book, anything that was left of her from the fire

you have to be extremely careful when making deals with demons because they are cunning and evil creatures. they will follow the rules of the deal but will find loopholes to put some sadistic twist on the terms. you want money? of course, too bad you’ll be arrested for fraud before you can use any of it and spend the next ten years in jail before i drag you to hell. you want a perfect husband? sure he’ll love you. in fact, he’ll love you so much he’ll keep you locked up in the basement to keep you safe etc etc. saving a person often becomes the person that causes or leads to your death.

the creation of jack: after s5, when lucifer is trapped in the cage again lucifer fuses his own soul with a human soul to create jack, who escapes to earth to find sam and castiel. i have a longer post about this saved in my drafts

lucifer is trapped for good in the cage after s5 but if he was to return again, dean would kill him while sam would kill michael - this would be nice parallels and a sort of fulfillment of the “one brother must kill the other” prophecy because one brother DO kill another brother, just not their own

more azazel and how he came to the plan of how to free lucifer; opening a hell gate earlier, more experimentations with the demon blood etc

mary was infected with the blood when she was a baby, sam is the first and only second generation special child (longer post about that here)

personally, i want to see more and know more about john and mary’s relationship. when mary died, john and mary had fulfilled their destiny (having sam and dean) so does that mean that his love and dedication to mary post her death was falsely fabricated by the angels to ensure sam and dean would grow up in ideal conditions to become hunters? or maybe, after mary’s death, john wakes up from the spell with two kids he doesn’t recognize and a wife he thinks he loved, but the memories of the past years of his life are like a fever dream; he never wanted to live in a town like this nor was he interested in having kids? but here the house is, and here are his kids, but now he’s alone and empty and with no answers. (idk i just find john and mary and their relationship very fascinating) if the latter, if john and mary see each other again it’s like the spell activates again and they become blindly in love with each other, but once gone, they return to their confused and hazey state of mind, like just woken up from a coma

i do like mary coming back but i love how in s5 when she wasn’t found in heaven it was hinted that she was just discarded because she had fulfilled her “purpose” and i think this adds to the whole notion of how heaven and angels can be really cruel AND how mary is this mythical, religious figure to both sam and dean and we only get to know her through their lenses, like religion and faith

ruby is present for a longer amount of time to make the reveal even more shocking. at one point or another, dean does actually trust her and they all work together on cases for a while. ruby’s backstory as a witch is more explored. i like her death in s4 because she’s in this total state of euphoria and has achieved a goal only she was entrusted with, and she is so convinced sam will understand, until sam holds her down while dean carves her heart out. so we either keep that or she serves lucifer for a while (until he kills her which she is happy about because of her blind loyalty to him, could again mirror dean and john/castiel and heaven) or she serves lucifer and like crowley she realizes lucifer will kill demons after humans (redemption arc, but i don’t really like that, let her be evil!!)

dean and sam helps bela out of her deal and she becomes their go-to person when they need a magic item or book. she doesn’t like it but she owes them. regularly hooks up with jo.

angels are really hollow soldiers - they only follow orders and don’t understand the concept free will or choice or individuality at all. they are extremely righteous and strike without warning often on a whim, often very bloody (explosions a la castiel in swan song). if something fall into what they consider justice they will kill it. no concept of love, attraction or gender. real form can’t be perceived by humans unless they want them to, which leads to eyes melting (pamela) or breaking a person’s mind (in 5.16 zachariah actually says that sam and dean sees him in his vessel bc they’re ‘limited’. so.)

castiel, anna, maybe uriel and some others are exceptions to this, but only becomes so after longer exposure to human’s world. even then, they don’t change their violent whims, just the reasoning and where their loyalty lies

hbo spn is s1-5 stretched out for 8-10 seasons with the aesthetics of s1-2. i’m cutting out demon dean, purgatory, the mark of cain, the men of letters, the alphas, leviathatan, god being the real villain all along and the other worlds because it was just too much and far remived from the roadtrip aesthetic. keeping kevin, charlie (she is introduced via ash bc they’re hacker friends), the trials, rowena, uuuh the angels falling is such an interesting concept but idk if it would fit. maybe metatron? but his motivations are different. soullessness + the concept of souls might be kept if it’s explained better. i’m torn on whether or not to include the campbells

hell, heaven and purgatory are explained but only seen in glimpses, keep these ideas ambiguous and up to interpretation outside of what we hear. remember the line ‘hell is...well, it’s like hell. even for demons’? leave it at that. the exception is 5.16 bc that episode fucks so hard

if we end on swan song and let the show be the tragedy it is, i want to keep the ambiguous ending. is that sam or lucifer? if it’s sam, will he contact dean or walk away? we will never know! there is also no ‘the world is ending’ more than once, it really lost its impact after the second or third time.

idk how i feel about the men of letters - it is logical that there would be organized hunting and an established network and system on how to do things, but for the sake of keeping it hbo-style and grounded, there are no networks beyond the roadhouse and singer’s salvage yard.

i want sam and dean not have a permanent home except the impala, motels and impala ONLY. the bunker had potential but it was just for the sake of convenience it was there with all the lore and answers they needed when it was necessary. maybe eventually they do stop travelling so much when it becomes more about the Big Stuff instead of the episodic cases that requires driving all the time but it will be like an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. i want sam and dean to never have a physical house as a home but they scrape together whatever they have make something similar to a show

as the show progresses, sam and dean become pretty hated by other hunters because they’ve started apocalypse and have an increasingly shitty reputation. and john was an infamous good hunter but also a dick. everybody knows that people who work with the winchesters often end up dead, that one brother will sacrifice anything and anyone to save the other and that they frequently work alongside demons. even the ones they DO work with (jo, ellen, bobby, rufus, bela) are hesitant to be involved with them

sam’s powers are strong but after killing lilith and the truth revealed to him, he represses the powers in shock and fear of how blinded he was by them and the rush of power they gave him. a little more about how sam fears what the lust for power and strength did to him. he continues to repress his powers, often to a dangerous point where he will be on death’s door as a result of not using them. when meeting jack and mentoring him in using his powers, jack asks him about sam’s powers after sensing them. sam eventually decides to lead by example and embraces his powers again, but remains extremely careful about using them (this also fulfills dean’s arc of having to let go of the holy-innocent-pure-ideal-not a person but an idealized version of sam-little brother sam he has put on a pedestal for so long)

bobby is viewed as a father figure by sam and dean but bobby makes it clear he doesn’t want that burden or relationship in his life after his wife died. he makes this clear to them too, but sam and dean have fucked up perceptions of parental figures so they don’t think bobby means it (they just latch on to whatever parental figures they can find)

we see more of sam’s relationship with the side characters; sam and jo hunt together on occasion, he hangs out with ash and talks hacking when visiting the roadhouse. he and ellen loves playing poker together. if anything, dean is the one who’s isolated - he only ever really cared about mary, john, sam and cassie, and never really had any friends. sam is way more well adjusted and sociable after spending time at stanford where he’s had conversations that didn’t only revolve around dead bodies and lore. 

this could also feed into dean’s extreme abandonment issues and isolation he feels and how this would affect his psyche

sam and dean are both unknowingly prepared to become the perfect vessels; sam loses his humanity by becoming more and more like lucifer (defying his father and his will) while dean becomes prepared by doing what michael did; casting his brother away in his time of need (blindly following his father and his will). very much like in s4 but even more intense and brutal (i love angst :))

we see different hybrids; demon/human (antichrist), human/(arch)angel (nephilim) and demon/angel (???), but none of them are all powerful bc narratively that’s really boring. they’re strong but have very specific powers that affects them and/or their surroundings in catastrophic ways (but no other worlds bs, we stick to the road trip aesthetic, keep it grounded). i want the only all powerful character to be god but he doesn’t show up at all, he’s the ultimate absent father. is it chuck? we never find out!

powers would for example include giving people diseases, force anyone close to them to tell the truth (not consciously, it’s just the air around them), read minds, create storms, light things on fire when they’re angry, make people hallucinate etc. like fucked up shit but not things that are too grande because again - that’s really boring

abbadon, the princes of hell and the four horsemen are more fleshed out villains instead of the one season reign the each had. 

being a prince of hell is a title that is inherited - after azazel dies, sam gets the title because he is the one with azazel’s blood in him OR meg does, but idk if that would be as interesting (if she actually was his daughter)

it remains a horror show throughout, lots of gore and blood

the moral code and ethics of the brothers are the opposite of the beginning; dean thinks in black and white, sam sees shades of grey and individuals instead of what they are. however, as the show progresses, their train of thought becomes opposites; dean becomes more open to how people are true evil and how monsters are often victims of their circumstance while sam becomes harsher and less forgiving after ruby’s betrayal along with finding out the truth of his existence and how there’s been demons around his entire life. eventually they’re on the same page and they see the circumstances. 

on the other hand; i also really fuck with the idea of dean maintaining his black and white morals on that all monsters=inherently evil, humans=inherently pure and good, but he is the only human on team free will. sam is half demon, castiel is an angel, jack is a nephilim, rowena is a witch, garth is a werewolf, mary is a zombie etc

demons become demons in hell by agreeing to become the torturer and thus giving up their humanity to be free of pain, does that mean they could become humans again by regaining some humanity? by doing good deeds? (potentially this is confirmed with jessica and how she came to love sam; genuine love and care for a human could reverse the demon process?) this also means dean was a demon in hell but was purified/turned back again when castiel raised him. this also plays into dean becoming like michael; in trying to absolve himself from what he did in hell he becomes ruthless, unforgiving and righteous to evil, much like the angels, regardless of his personal connection to a person and what he would consider “evil”

dean and pacifisim: after dean is cured from being a demon/the mark of cain/is made aware of his blind righteousness that he used as an excuse to kill, he becomes firmly determined to reign in his anger and violent tendencies by becoming a pacifist (like sam in s11) as a way to redeem all the blood he’s spilled. of course in his profession and true dean fashion he won’t be able to do it 100% so he decides to only act in self defense, and he only goes batshit violent on the offense when it’s about protecting sam

OR. dean’s self righteousness becomes his own downfall; the belief that all evil must be eradicated, refusal to see the circumstances and the shades of grey is what pushes him to lose his humanity and become a demon and therefore, in a potential ending the ruler of hell, because i think it would such an interesting journey from a to b, that dean starts out human, revels in his holiness, executes and kills in the name of his own holiness in the belief that he’s becoming the ultimate angel, the ultimate hero when it’s doing the opposite. if this happened then sam would take the opposite route; starts as a human, becomes more and more demonic, stops himself and returns to his hopeful and optimistic self, has faith and humility and that is what makes him ascend from abomination to purified and holy (trials). 

this could be a perfect 10 season structure as well: s1-5 are when sam and dean start off humans; dean becomes holy and as close to an angel a human can be, while sam drinks the demon blood and almost becomes one to gain the freedom and power he wants, but begins to turn it around to send lucifer back to hell. s6-10 is when dean becomes the unholy and sam becomes the holy even though neither realize because now there’s no grand master plan - this is who they are, who they choose themselves. don’t know how this ould end though; either as normal humans again (but there wouldn’t really be a ”normal” after everything) or they really go off the rails with sam like ruling heaven (not as god though, just as a good and just man) and dean ruling hell. castiel is human and stays on earth with jack.

the gothic americana aesthetic is kept throughout the entire show and is only shot on film

after s5 castiel returns to heaven to help restore order, and he takes charge for a little while, but eventually returns to earth after trying to introduce democracy to angels who didn’t get it. in his place, anna takes over and she rules heaven well (after trying to kill mary when going back in time she isn’t killed by michael, but narrowly escapes and remains in hiding to heal until castiel reaches out and finds her)

when finding out they are The Vessels and will be brought back regardless of what they try, sam and dean explore what this means more. dean throws himself into dangers and to protect others. he is burned, blown up, stabbed, electrocuted, beheaded and eaten, but wakes up the next morning in his bed without a scratch, without any pain and memories of his deaths. he revels in this untouchability. sam kills himself over and over only to be resurrected again and again by lucifer. he remembers the pain and blood.

that being said, while dean is like angel royalty, sam is demon royalty. the demons don’t go after him, they don’t hurt him. some even offer up themselves to be drained of blood, even after lilith’s death. it makes it really difficult to stay clean but he pulls through with dean and castiel actually supporting him. to help sam get through his addiction, dean stops drinking alcohol and they go through their withdrawal together

the angels almost worship dean as the michael sword and have an open disgust towards sam for being lucifer’s vessel - they always answer dean’s prayers and calls for help, they follow his orders if need be and don’t hesitate to heal him if he needs it. sam could pray until his vocal chords bleed or call out for help while holding his guts in his hands; none of the angels would come to his aid. the only one who answers sam’s prayers is lucifer as a voice in sam’s head or a hallucination. sam could call demons to help him out but he refuses

sam isn’t the first hunter to drink demon blood, to try to enhance his own abilities using the supernatural as a means to get there - there are hunters who have altered themselves with parts from werewolves and vampires to become better hunters, like the styne family (the guys from s10), blurring the lines again of what’s good and human vs what is evil and inhumane

if angels can’t find a vessel to volunteer, they will force them to say yes - the how is not important, only that the ‘yes’ is said, whether its meant or not, any verbal yes will do. the angels never sleep and they never eat, which is disturbing to sam and dean who are exhausted all the time and eat scraps whenever they can

castiel, like all other angels, is taught to despise and not care about sam winchester at all, but the more castiel gets to know sam, he becomes fascinated with him, how lucifer’s ultimate vessel, starter of the apocalypse and destroyer of god’s creation can be so kind and gentle, so full of faith, acceptance, optimism and hope. in dean castiel sees a good man, yes, but also a man who’s bloodthirsty, rages, revels in war, resorts all problems with violence, loves conditionally and expects unquestioned loyalty. sam too, has a darkness and bloodthirst in him, but it only comes out in glimpses. castiel thinks it’s funny, how sam turns out to be the opposite of lucifer while dean is so alike michael

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The Rose Cross of Azazel

“According to an esoteric reading of the Tarot, a Red Rose represents Venus (Azazel’s human wife), while a Red Cross represents the angel Azazel. The combined Rose-Cross in one respect represents the sexual union of Azazel and his human wife. 

The word ‘Rosicrucian’ is German for ‘Rose Cross,’ a term synonymous with Red Cross. In addition to this, the word ‘rose’ is an anagram for Eros, the name of the Greek god of Love, who was the first-born son of the angel Azazel and of his human wife. 

The 18th Degree in Freemasonry is commonly known as the Rose-Croix (Rose Cross), a fact showing the relation to and establishing a link between these two seemingly diverse organizations. In fact, the ascension of Freemasonry (not to be confused with the more archaic Masonry) as we know it today correspondingly relates to the decline of the Rosicrucian order in Europe, most markedly in Germany, the birthplace of Rosicrucianism (Dr Sigismund Bacstrom, an important Rosicrucian scholar of the alchemical sciences, wrote in Bacstrom’s Rosicrucian Society (circa late 18th to early 19th Centuries A.D.) of “the August most ancient and most learned (Rosicrucian) Society, the Investigators of Divine, Spiritual and Natural Truth (which Society, more than two centuries and a half ago (during the 15th Century), did separate themselves from the Freemasons...).” These movements being inter-related and dynamic by their their very natures, Freemasonry later re-absorbed many Rosicrucians back within its ranks (See pp.55-56 Proofs of a Conspiracy: Chapter I by John Robinson, 1798 A.D.). There are many Rosicrucian Societies yet in existence today, most notably AMORC. In addition, and of a most interesting note, the Order of Maat Supreme Grand Lodge owns a web site called Links Central of Maat (M.A.A.T. = Master of the Temple A.’A.’ [A.’A.’ = Aleister Crowley’s Argenteum Astrum/Silver Star]. See p. 241 Nightside of Eden by Kenneth Grant, 1977 A.D.), by their own profession “a web ring for Rosicrucians,” which employs a rose-cross ankh symbol (a rosetau). This is derived from the name of the Egyptian god Seker, who represented the angel Azazel, who was called ‘He of the rosetau,’ which is to say, he of the rose (red) cross. In Scene 2 of the 3rd Tableau of the Initiation of Plato, it is revealed that Azazel’s symbol, “the red cross,” was “traced upon the banner of Egypt,” on what amounted to being the national flag of Egypt. And according to Flying Roll No. 10 (in Roman numerals, 10 = X, named in honor of Azazel) of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, ‘X’ (a cross variant) is the occult sign of Osiris risen (Osiris represented Azazel’s cherub Behemoth. It is for this reason A. E. Waite, a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, lists the Wheel of Fortune, representative of Azazel’s cherub, as the 10th [Roman numeral X] Major Arcana of the Tarot. There exist those who hold the crossed- arm symbolism represents ‘Osiris slain’). It must also be noted The Church of Scientology employs a similar logo, called the Cross Saltire.** Compare the Cross Saltire to Aleister Crowley’s OTO Rose Cross Lamen (a lamen is a magical charm-like pendent worn around the neck by the leader of a witch’s coven). This signifies Azazel’s (represented by the ‘X’) future appearance as the false Christ (represented by the cross). When the symbol for Azazel (x) is superimposed upon the cross (+), it forms what is known as an eight- point compass rose. For this reason a classical wooden ship’s wheel, which resembles an eight point compass rose, is at times used as a symbol of Azazel (as are wheels of similar composition). A ship’s anchor (often found wound round with a chain) is also used as a symbol for the union of Azazel and his human wife, as it represents the union of the tau cross, representative of Azazel, with the crescent moon, the crescent moon being a symbol of Azazel’s human wife). (**Author’s Note: The Process Church of the Final Judgment founded by two ex-Scientologists employed a decidedly related symbol depicting a serpent upon a cross [in the place of Christ crucified], what one might venture to identify as being a Chritianized- version of the palladium (the palladium is related to the alchemical device known as the ‘Crucified Serpent.’ Most of the writings of the Rosicrucians are alchemical in nature). They even had rings made with this cross depicted in red on a white background [within the ‘disk’] the sigil of Azazel [See below]):

In Egyptian hieroglyphics the god Ptah (a god who represented Azazel) is always associated with an ‘x’ within a circle, also known as the quartered circle (for this reason an ox has become an esoteric symbol of Azazel (Oxford University derives its name from it). A male ox is called a bull, a common angel symbol (by extension, Azazel’s human wife may be symbolized as a cow. The Egyptian cow goddess represents Azazel’s human wife). Compare the ‘x’ within a circle symbol of Ptah to the Cross of Wodan, also a cross within a circle. The Germanic god Wodan is yet another god who represented the angel Azazel/Behemoth. The Celtic cross of the Druids also incorporates the ‘cross within a circle’ motif. In some circles the ‘cross within a circle’ motif is known as the Mark of Cain (this is due to the fact that in the Phoenician alphabet the letter ‘T’ is rendered as an ‘X’ and is pronounced ‘tau,’ meaning ‘mark’). Cain of course was the son of Azazel by Eve. The quartered circle was the badge (talisman/magic charm) of the Grand Master of the Knights Templars. No doubt it was worn in part to protect the user in battle as God was said in Genesis 4:15 to have placed such a “mark” upon Cain to keep him from being slain). The so-called Freemasonic Scottish Rite 18th Degree Rose Croix quartered circle (also a symbol of the Gnostics/Gnosticism) is a variant of the ‘cross within a circle’ motif. The NATO military alliance also employees a variant of the ‘quartered circle’ logo which is representive of the god of war Azazel. As we learn from the Wicca witch priestess Doreen Valiente in Witchcraft for Tomorrow pp.67-68, the cross within the circle motif, the sign of Azazel, was one of the designs of the ‘magic circles’ of the witches; the construction of such a ‘magic circle’ was standard practice when witch’s invoked their Horned God, who was Azazel! In fact, the device known as ‘the witches’ mark’ which was employed by the witches (often signed during witches’ initiation ceremonies) is “an X-shaped cross” (Ibid p.179), the sign of Azazel.

The red cross (in appearance a red X), was emblazoned upon Azazel’s cherub Behemoth: “Lamia is the ‘snake’ among the Ophidian; Lama is the hand: lamh, hand (for this reason a hand may also be used to represent Azazel; two examples are the god Sabazios, who represents Azazel, and whose symbol is a hand and also the witch’s Hand of Glory which likewise represented Azazel), is a divine name in the Scythian tongue. It also means the number 10, and the Roman numeral X, which is a cross...which, according to Eastern allegory, is placed...upon the Rebellious Spirits (read: a red X was emblazoned upon the cherub of the angels) in their ‘abyss’ or ‘prison’ (within the earth).” - The Rosicrucians: Their Rites and Mysteries by SRIA member Hargrave Jennings, 1870 A.D.. The SRIA is an English Rosicrucian Society. SRIA members, it must be remembered, gave birth to the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, oweing its “mysteries” in part to this book by Jennings). The Knights Templar god Baphomet also represented Azazel. As we learn from The Rosicrucians: Their Rites and Mysteries (Hargrave Jennings) p.215, the Coptic root –met encountered in the word Bapho-met means “ten.” The Roman numeral signifying 10, rendered as an X, a cross variation, is the sign of Azazel (Ba [ab/father]-pho [oph/serpent] – met [X]). In her book Witchcraft for Tomorrow p.117 the Wicca witch- priestess Doreen Valiente reveals: “Ogham was a sacred Druid alphabet and would certainly have contained magic secrets...” I would say one of the biggest secrets it reveals is the mystery surrounding the identity of the mysterious Theosophical Society deva known as Master KH with whom many high-ranking members of this society claimed to be in contact. In the sacred Ogham alphabet of the magic practicing Druids, KH was rendered as an X. Master KH, which is the Druid way to say, Master X, was the Hidden Master Azazel himself! This is also the idea behind the word ‘Ur-Khaos,’ the god of the underworld: KH (X) + A (horned ox head sign of the horned god) + O (the disk, a cherub) + S (the serpent), the serpent horned god of the X-marked disk of the Chaldean city of Ur (Ur- Khaos was later translated as Orcus, the Gaelic Druidic god of the underworld/abyss). According to the Ritual Magic of the Golden Dawn (p.208, King 1987), the rising of Adonai, of Mithra the Lord of Wide Pastures was by the ancient mysteries symbolized under the form of a rose (also known as the ‘Rose of Dawn’). In a like way, the gods Adonai and Mithra represented Azazel/Behemoth (“Adonai has...come to mean, through the Rosicrucian tradition, the Holy Guardian Angel [with whom, it must be noted, magicians sought to communicate].” - Eight Lectures on Yoga by Aleister Crowley, 1939 A.D.). Azazel will in the future arise within his cherub being loosed from his earthly imprisonment. In respect to the angel Azazel, the rose cross also symbolizes the future rising of Azazel/Behemoth, Azazel being accepted as the coming Messiah. So the rose is also used as a symbol of Azazel. The red cross as a symbol of Azazel’s cherub Behemoth also hearkens back to the Egyptian mysteries of Osiris. The god Osiris represented Azazel’s cherub Behemoth, and by extension, Azazel. In the Egyptian Hymn to Osiris, the “disk” of Osiris (Osiris = Behemoth) is identified as the “rosetau,” the rose (red) cross (“Divine oblation to Osiris [Behemoth] Khent-Amenti, lord of Abydos...the disk...the rostau” - Hymn to Osiris). Cherubim are disk-shaped. It must also be noted the tau cross (rendered in Greek as a T) is the 19th letter of the Greek alphabet. Azazel’s prophesied release takes place on the 19th day of July 2016 A.D. In Freemasony, the symbol for Azazel, a tau cross, is represented by the T-square. The Rosicrucians, whose name means “rose cross” in German, names their secret organization after the rostau/disk/Osiris/Behemoth. The Germanic name Christian Rosenkreuz, which in English translates as ‘Christian Rose Cross,’ represents no other persona than the rebellious angel Azazel himself. The name is a play on words which may be interpreted as the christ of the red cross, representing Azazel, whose sign is the red cross, in reference to his future appearance as the false-christ/false prophet/messiah (See Revelations 16:13; according to the Rosicrucian Hargrave Jennings in The Rosicrucians: Their Rites and Mysteries, p.142, the color red is male and represents the Salvator, a Latin word meaning ‘Savior’). Theosophist Freethinker Ida C. Craddock provides another piece of our puzzle: “Why did these mystics call themselves Rosicrucian? Some writers have attempted to derive the name from two words meaning "dew" and "cross": but the usual interpretation is "followers of the Rosy Cross" (read: followers of Azazel) a cross with a rose (used analogously of Azazel) being used as the society's symbol.” - Heavenly Bridegrooms. (It must also be mentioned when one adds the disk (O) [Azazel’s cherub is disk-shaped], to the word Sirius, it becomes Osirius, and when one drops the ‘u’ it becomes Osiris. The heliacal rising of the star Sirius in 2016 A.D. takes place on the 19th day of July, the day Azazel in his disk-shaped red-cross emblazoned cherub is to emerge from his earthen imprisonment, claiming to be Christ. In this same way, the Babylonian god Ea, alternatively spelled Ia (another such god which represented Azazel/Behemoth), becomes the name of the Gnostic god Iao with the inclusion of the disk [O]). The words ‘Sirius’ and ‘Osiris’ are related to the Semetic word ‘Siru’: “Scholars ordinarily refer to the serpent god (who is Azazel) by the name Siru, being the Semitic word for serpent...” - p.120, Tammuz and Ishtar (S. Langdon, “Shillito Reader of Assyriology, Oxford,” 1914 A.D. It would also seem the name Isis is also derived from the word Osiris). As an additional added bonus note, in the ancient Babylonian system of Gematria, where letters are used to represent numbers, the number 10 is represented by the letters IA (which Roman numeral is represented by an X). ‘Ia’ of course is an alternative spelling of the name of the god ‘Ea.’ Compare the modern spelling of our number ‘ten’ to the name of the Egyptian sun disk ‘Aten’ (in Roman, A-X) (AX = IAO = OX). No doubt there exists a connection here. In the pictographic alphabet of the Egyptians, a horned ‘ox head’ (representative of the horned-god Azazel) was the equivalent of the Roman letter ‘A’ (and hence was also derived the anarchist symbol for Azazel, an A within a circle/disk [O]). All of these are designations for Azazel’s cherub Behemoth and by extension, Azazel. Additionally, Ax/Abrasax were synonymous terms: “You are Ax, you are Abrasax (Ab [father] + Ra [the disk] + S [the serpent] + A [horned oxhead/horned god] + X [ten] (A-ten)), the angel who sits upon the tree of Paradise...” (A-X is the Archaic Latin alphabetic version of the classical Greek Alpha-Omega, the title of the resurrected Christ (See Revelations 22:13). Both are the first and last letters of their respective alphabets. Perhaps it signifies a Creator/Destroyer, an angel and the cherub [the word ‘destroyer’ in The Bible is used synonymously with that of the word ‘cherub’] to which he was assigned). As such an ax is often used as a symbol for Abrasax/Azazel (compare ‘ax’ to the Greek word ‘aix’ which means ‘goat’ (note the addition of the phallic ‘pillar,’ I). The Hebrew word for a male goat is also used to denote a demon. The demons are the rebellious fallen angels. For this reason Satyrs/demons, representative of fallen angels, are symbolically represented as being goat-like in appearance, such as the god Pan, the king of satyrs, who represented Azazel). The letter ‘O’ was derived from the Semitic `Ayin (eye), and hence, the ‘eye (disk) of Horus,’ also known as Azazel’s cherub Behemoth. Constantine’s ‘IX monogram’ (also employed by the Merovingians) often encircled with the disk in its various forms is likewise esoterically connected with the false christ Azazel. Constantine never actually abandoned his pagan beliefs, he simply applied a Christian veneer. A phallis also is a symbol used to represent Azazel, often represented as an ‘I,’ it being representative of Osiris’ phallis which according to one version of the Osiris legend was the single dismembered member of Osiris’ dissected corpse retrieved by the goddess Isis. One may conclude this to be the origin of the artificial stone phalli and priapic statues employed in Egyptian magic rituals, it representing Osiris’ amputated phallis. I believe such priapic idols were actually used to perform hiero gamos magic rituals involving the ritual rending of a virgin’s hymen. The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn also esoterically derives its name from Azazel. Hermes was another Egyptian name for Azazel, he of a thousand names. The Golden Dawn is analogous of the solar disk, the sun, which like Azazel’s cherub Behemoth, is disk- shaped and rises at dawn, which is the expected time of Azazel’s future release (“the holy one (read: the angel Azazel in his cherub) appeared...;; as a golden dawn did he appear...” - Aleister Crowley’s LIBER ARCANORUM τών ATU τού TAHUTI QUAS VIDIT ASAR IN AMENNTI SUB FIGURÂ CCXXXI LIBER CARCERORUM τών QLIPHOTH CUM SUIS GENIIS. ADDUNTUR SIGILLA ET NOMINA EORUM) (in the Egyptian Book of the Dead Plate XXI B.D. Chap. XV it was said the Egyptian god Ra, who represented the angel Azazel, “risest at dawn” in allusion to the time of Azazel’s release). Israeli Regardie, a Rosicrucian who later joined the Stella Matutina, a successor organization of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn (Regardie served as personal secretary to Aleister Crowley), writes in his book entitled The Golden Dawn: “‘The Rose- Cross’... is a glyph...of the higher Genius (read: angel) to whose knowledge and conversation the student is eternally aspiring” (in reference to Aleister Crowley’s “attainment of the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel”). The ‘Genius’ of which Regardie speaks with whom such individuals sought to converse is a so-called ‘guardian angel,’ the angel Azazel. His glyph/symbol is the rose cross/red cross. Indeed, Azazel is known as Sirius, the Hidden God of the Illuminati (the Illuminati/angels are also known as the ‘Grand Masters of the Templars’), so named as his return is associated with the Dog Star Sirius. This fact is important enough to repeat. Azazel is known as the “Hidden God Sirius”: “In his book ‘Magickal Revival’ Grant writes that Phoenix was (Aleister) Crowley’s most secret name. It represented the ancient Constellation in which Sothis (Seth) or Sirius was the highest star. He writes that Crowley associated the very heart of his teachings and ‘Magick’ with a certain star, namely the ‘Sun behind the Sun,’ the ‘Hidden God Sirius.’ The secret of the Illuminati, or the Enlightened Ones is the blazing star Sirius, Grant writes.” – The Sirius Mysteries (Notable quote: “To the Egyptians, the Sun behind the Sun was known as Osiris (a god who represents Behemoth/Azazel) and also as Amun-RA, the Hidden Sun.” - The Book of the Master by Marshall Adams. Indeed, the Egyptian Hymn to Osiris-Soka is a summons/call addressing the angel Azazel in greeting: “Hail, thou hidden God, Osiris (Behemoth/Azazel; Sirius is a cognate of Osiris) in the underworld!”) (The Great Hymn of Aten, Aten being representative of Azazel’s cherub Behemoth, is called therein the “hidden...god...in the underworld...”). Crowley was merely carrying on a long established magic tradition, most noteably of the magic practiced by high-degree Freemasons (often gleened from ongoing archaeological discoveries): “The Ancient Astronomers (astronomers were as a rule astrologers/sorcerers) saw all the great Symbols of Masonry in the Stars. Sirius glitters in our (Freemasonic) lodges as the Blazing Star (which is a symbol of Azazel. ‘Blazing’ is synonymous with ‘shining’**).” - Morals and Dogma of the Ancient and Accepted Rite of Scottish Freemasonry by Albert Pike. Indeed, as we learn from C. W. Leadbeater (a prominent member of the Theosophical Society) in Glimpses of Masonic History the Blazing Star Sirius (representative of Azazel), the so-called glyph of the higher genius with whom all practitioners of magic sought to contact, was symbolized by “the Rose which ever blossoms at the heart of the Cross,” the very symbol of the Rosicrucians themselves. Compare to the Dogon tribe in Africa which also portrays the helical rising of Sirius as a cross with a flower-like sun at its center. (The fallen angel Azazel is associated with the star Sirius. The Five- Pointed Star, the pentagram/pentagon, is the icon of Sirius, and as such, the icon of Azazel, as well as the esoteric importance of the five-pointed Blazing Star of the Masons. The symbol of the star Sirius as a symbol of Azazel hearkens back to Biblical days: “Yea, ye took up the tabernacle of Moloch [their King Azazel], and the star [called a Chiun] of your god Remphan [Azazel], figures which ye made to worship them: and I will carry you away beyond Babylon.” - Acts 7:43; and again: “But ye have borne the tabernacle of your Moloch [their King Azazel] and Chiun your images, the star of your god [Remphan/Azazel], which ye made to yourselves.” - Amos 5:26) (** “According to Sufi expert Idries Shah the “true rulers of the world are the ‘Enlightened Ones’” (Illuminati) [read: the fallen angels] and the Sufi have discovered their secret in the Quran in the following verse: “Allah [who is Azazel] is the Light of the Heavens and the Earth. His Light is resembled by a lamp within a niche. The lamp within a crystal, like a shining (blazing) star.” He claims the allusion to a ‘shining star’ is a reference to ‘Sirius’ (See The Sirius Mysteries). The angels are known as the Shining Ones and a star is often used as the symbol for an angel, hence Shining Star/Blazing Star) (A Not- so-notable Quote: “Such surely is the destiny that awaits our beloved Order in the future;; such the splendour that will transfigure the Craft [Freemasonry] in the years that are to come, until within its temple walls once more is raised - not only in symbol but in actual fact (upon Azazel’s release from his earthen imprisonment) - the ladder which stretches between earth and heaven, between men and the Grand Lodge above, to lead them from the darkness of the world to the fullness of light in God (he speaks not, to be sure, of the God of Christians and Jews, but of the god of the Craft, who is Azazel), to the Rose which ever blossoms at the heart of the Cross, to the Blazing Star whose shining brings peace and strength and blessing to all the worlds.” - Glimpses of Masonic History by C. W. Leadbeater) According to a footnote to The Dionysian Artificers: “Thamuz (a variant spelling of Tammuz) signifies the name of a month, and likewise the name of an idol or divinity, which even in the opinion of St. Jerome is the same as (the god) Adonis (both are gods who represent the angel Azazel). Plutarch says that the Egyptians called Osiris Ammuz, and from thence was corruptly derived the name of Jupiter Ammon (‘Ammon,’ a varient spelling of ‘Ammoum,’ means ‘the Hidden One.’ See p.29 Witchcraft for Tomorrow by Doreen Valiente, 1978 A.D.). Robertson (Thesaurus Linguae Sanctae) says that the word Ammuz (read Ammoum) used by Herodotus and תםוז Plutarch, were corruptions from the Hebrew Thamuz (Hebrew {Hebrew TMWZ}). I would rather say that the word was originally ת Egyptian, and made Hebrew by the addition of the formative {Hebrew T})...” And so was an Egyptian name for Azazel, namely Ammuz, transformed into Tammuz by the addition of the symbol for Azazel, namely, the tau cross (rendered in Greek as a T; in the Phoenician alphabet, the Greek ‘T’ takes the form of another enigmatic symbol of Azazel’s cherub Behemoth, the quartered circle/‘x’ within a circle, pronounced ‘tet’ and meaning ‘wheel,’ a Biblical name for a cherub). It must be noted The Dionysian Articifers (circa. 1820 A.D.) is an essay written by an eminent Brazilian Freemason. The Greek Dionysiacs as they were also called was an association of architects and engineers, followers of the god Dionysius (also known as Bacchus) and builders of temples, theatres and stadia, an early society of Freemasons. As earlier noted, in Freemasonry the tau cross, the symbol of Azazel, is represented by the T-square. (Notable quote: “The TAU [the sign of Azazel] is the central figure of the Theosophical Seal [employed by the Theosophical Society] and the heart of its message.” - The Theosophical Seal by Arthur M. Coon, 1958 A.D.) (The Thames River in England is named after Thamuz/Azazel: “The Thames through Oxford is often given the name the River Isis, although historically, and especially in Victorian times, gazetteers and cartographers insisted that the entire river was correctly named the River Isis from its source until Dorchester-on-Thames. Only at this point, where the river meets the River Thame and becomes the “Thame-isis” (subsequently abbreviated to Thames) should it be so-called; Ordnance Survey maps still label the Thames as “River Thames or Isis” until Dorchester.” – Wikipedia: River Thames. Isis, it must be remembered, is an Egyptian name for Azazel’s human wife) (The Hammer of the god Thor, who represented Azazel, in form resembles and represents a tau cross (T), the sign of Azazel) The Rose Window (the rosette window) on the façade of the Rosslyn Chapel (aka the Collegiate Chapel of St Matthew) located at the village of Roslin, Midlothian, Scotland, employs such rose cross symbolism in its architechural design. This is a symbol of the future release of the angel Azazel. Other architectural features of Rosslyn Chapel include over 110 ‘Green Man’ carvings. The Green Man represents the angel Azazel (the Egyptian god Osiris, a god who represented Azazel/Behemoth, was depicted with green skin). Ancient Sumerian depictions of Azazel show him wearing rosette bracelets (which would account for the rose being used as a symbol of Azazel). It must be noted the Rosslyn Chapel was erected by 15th Century Masons acting under the auspices of the Roman Catholic Church. Ceremonial magician A.E. Waite and one-time Chief of the Druid Order in England Godfrey Higgins believed that the secret to forming the Philosopher’s Stone with the aid of dew was the secret concealed in the Rosicrucian name. One interpretation of the Rose Cross is that the rose represents the dew in an alchemical process, as Rosi Crucis translates as ‘dew cup.’ The following scripture esoterically refer to regeneration as it refers to the Resurrection. Note the use of the rose motif to symbolize regeneration (Franz Hartmann has stated “the greatest of all magical feats” is “the spiritual regeneration of man.” See the Preface to Third Edition of Magic, White and Black). Flowers are often used as symbols to represent the human body: “...your body is the garden of flowers.” - The Songs of Kabir “Listen to me, you holy sons, and bud like a rose which grows by a watercourse; exhale fragrance like a frankincense tree, and blossom like a lily. Give forth an odor and sing a song, bless the Lord (God) for all His works.” - The Wisdom of Sirach 39:13-14 “How glorious he was...Like roses in the days of first fruits, like lilies by a spring of water, like a sprig of frankincense, on summer days, like fire and incense in the censer...” - The Wisdom of Sirach 50:8,9 “I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.” - Song of Songs 2:1 (KJV) (Lilys of the valley are hexagonal in shape) The rose and the cross of the Rosicrucians also symbolize regeneration. To Rosicrucians, the rosy cross can represent the formula for the Universal Medicine, the panacea for all forms of disease. In addition to the Rosicrucians, the Rose/Cross motif is shared by the Masons (as evidenced by The Scottish Rite ‘18th degree Knight of the Rose Cross’). To the Masons the rose/cross was in one respect the symbol of regeneration: “The rose is the ancient emblem of spring. Upon the cross it signifies...man regenerated” (Ancient Masonry C.C. Zain 1994 p. 249). It must be noted a five-petaled rose is used to represent a pentagram, while a six-petaled rose represented a hexagram. The cross is an esoteric symbol for a transverse electromagnetic wave; a hexagram represents a standing wave (See The Knowledge of Wisdom by John of the Gentiles). The Rose/Cross motif is also a symbol of (as evidenced by the Rosy Cross lamen of) the magic group known as the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. These organizations are all associated and the use of shared motifs, vis a vis, evidence these organization’s shared beliefs, as well as their shared associations. Members of one such order are often members of similar orders. These organizations are cell-like and dynamic, and like the hydra of old, they have many heads working towards the same final goal, so the loss of one does not result in the destruction of all, while others will spring up in its stead. The beast lives on to fight another day. The ancient Roman practice of adorning with roses the door of a room in which confidential matters were discussed gave birth to the phrase “sub rosa,” which translates as “under the rose,” meaning, “to keep a secret” (Notable quote: “...brought from ancient Egypt, is the Cross upon the Rose — Cross, symbol of life, Rose, symbol of matter and symbol of secrecy as well.” – The Brotherhood of Religions by Annie Besant Adyar Pamphlets No.24). These were secret meetings of secret societies discussing secret matters. The Romans called the rose the ‘Flower of Venus.’ The goddess Venus represented the angel Azazel’s human wife. King Arthur and his Round Table used Rosicrucian motifs, or, rather, vice versa. The rose/cross symbol was said to be drawn upon the Round Table used by Arthur and his Knights (the Tree of Life is also a common symbol amongst Medieval knightly themes). Arthur’s/Azazel’s Round Table represented Azazel’s cherub Behemoth. The red cross was also associated with the Holy Grail which in the Arthurian legends was the Christianized symbolic version of the long sought after cherub of Azazel (Behemoth). A rose is also the central motif for the links of the chain upon which the “Great George” is suspended amongst the jewels of the Order of the Garter. The symbol of the Knights of the Garter is a red cross on a white shield. Both were/are Masonic organizations. One symbol of the Knights Templar was the red cross on a white background, also by design symbolic of Azazel’s cherub (the rose/cross combination was also the badge [talisman/magic charm] of the Knights Templar group). The tradition continues today with the Red Cross organization. It must be mentioned many of the gods which represented Azazel were gods associated with healing. The Sumerians worshipped Azazel as Ninazu (nin means ‘lord’), the god of healing and of the underworld. The Romans knew him as Aesculapius, the god of medicine, and he was known to be as well the Greek and Phoenician god of healing. The red cross which represents the god-angel of healing Azazel is for this reason used as a symbol of the medical organization known as the International Federation of the Red Cross, most commonly known as the Red Cross. (Notable quote: “Many of the magical charms and spells were for the healing of the sick or for the prevention of disease...Many charms and spells surviving to the present day contain the names of pre-Christian gods (all representing the angel Azazel). These spells are usually connected with cures for diseases in human beings and animals” - p.75 The God of the Witches by Margaret Alice Murray, D.Lit., “Fellow of University College, London,” 1933 A.D.) Aesculapius (Azazel) was the Roman god of medicine as well as the Greek and Phoenician god of healing. He was often depicted wielding what is known as the Staff of Aesculapius. Various medical organizations adopted the Staff of Aesculapius as its medical insignia, the staff itself consisting of an axial rod with a single winged serpent entwined about it. The U.S. Army Medical Corp has the Staff of Aesculapius as its insignia. The winged staff/serpent symbolism was also employed in the symbol of the Caduceus of Hermes. Enki’s emblem (Enki who also represented Azazel) was two entwined serpents and was the symbol of his ‘cult center’ at Eridu, same as that of the medical profession. This symbolism is also reminiscent of the Sumerian underworld god of healing, Ningishzida (Nin- means ‘divinity’/lord), whose symbol was two snakes entwined around a central axial rod (the Rod of Ningishzida is the symbol of the great guild of physicians in England) (It must be noted one of the many Egyptian titles for Azazel was “the two-headed serpent” (See the Egyptian Book of the Dead Plate XXXI)). The satyrs themselves carried a similar instrument known as a thyrsus, also known as the rod of Dionysus, a stick wound round with ivy and tipped with a pine (@ p.470 on scribd lol)

[calamity-bean]

Okay Barkskins fandom, I have. A weird one for you. I’m not even letting myself edit this before posting, because it’s almost certainly completely wrong but I like it so I just have to release the idea while it’s wild and free. One of those theories where I’m throwing out the question of whether it’s actually realistic/likely and more just saying “hey wouldn’t this be COOL.”

It basically hinges on me rewatching parts of 1.01 and being like, “Hm. Is it just me, or does this dead guy kind of look like Father Clape?”

The short beard, the thin face with prominent, rounded cheekbones... It’s not definitive, but it got me to thinking. The dead guy is from the beginning of the episode, one of the people killed in the raid by the creek. Specifically, he’s the one whom Renardette literally stumbles upon, accidentally planting her hand square on his chest as she flees, painting her palm with his blood. As for Clape... Renardette is a mystery in that nobody in Wobik recognizes her, but Clape is his own mystery in that it’s unclear how he survived the raid. Marth and Lafarge are adamant that there were no survivors. They missed Renardette because she hid in a tree; did Clape hide as well? Or was he not missed at all?

When Hamish and Yvon meet Clape, he’s shirtless (so: unclear if his old shirt would have, say, been bloodstained?), wearing nothing but good ol’ 17th century undies, praying over the body of a boy. He’s also clearly a bit out of it, which I don’t fault him for; even disregarding all supernatural theories, he’s been through a horrifying thing. But I do find interesting his what he says upon seeing the wolf: “Don’t you see it? It is Azazel. Sprung from the abyss” -- and then that scream. When our Company boys try to follow the wolf, they find no trace of it... Instead, right where the wolf lead them, they find Renardette. 

So, like. Just to go nuts here. Many of us have already discussed the idea of Renardette possibly being a witch or otherwise having some sort of witchlike themes. So what if Clape didn’t survive the raid? What if that was his body Renardette stumbled upon? What if, whether or not she meant to, whether she even knew she had the capacity, what if when she touched him she brought him back from the abyss, and Clape’s strange words and strange behavior are due not only to the trauma of the raid but also to the trauma of having died?

And then there’s Cross! Also notable for his strange behavior, also connected to Renardette! And remember in 1.06 or 1.07 when Cross pulls that body out of the river? When asked who it is, he says, “It is me.” Ostensibly, it’s a settler from the creek -- a settler that Cross killed, in fact, immediately before Renardette came upon him: “I killed him in front of his son. And then... the girl came. She smiled.” But honestly, the first time I watched that scene, I straight-up thought the body in the water was going to literally be Cross, that he literally had died and was pulling his own body out of there. And now I’m just looking at that dialogue again and thinking... He killed the man in front of the man’s son, you say? And immediately afterward, Renardette came upon them...?

I know Clape is a priest, obviously, and although idk about today, I’m assuming Jesuits in that era weren’t supposed to have kids. But who’s to say Cross, at least, didn’t simply think that this boy we see Clape burying was Clape’s son.

I do NOT know, man! I’m stringing together this theory in pure pepesilvia.jpg mode. It’s confusing, too, because what we see happen to Renardette at the beginning of 1.01 doesn’t explicitly match up with Cross’s version of events; when did they run into each other? Before she ran into the woods? After she came down in the tree? Or as it somewhere in the middle and we simply weren’t shown it? (Lafarge says Cross was there when the action started but then vanished into the woods during the attack; at what point?) Did Clape actually die? Did Cross actually die? Even if that body at the beginning wasn’t Clape, could stumbling upon that body have been around the moment Renardette met Cross? What is the meaning of Renardette’s smile? 

This is all weird and interesting enough when only Clape and Cross are considered, but, of course, I have another reason for being invested as well. Because when it comes to the concept of how death might be reversed, or affected, or even simply witnessed by Renardette...

Well, suffice to say there’s an ongoing situation that I’m very interested in seeing play out.

[thedemonandthedead]

OC: Belliah Edith Price

Introduction

Name: Belliah Edith Price

Also Known As: Bell, Wabbit/Rabbit, Ghost Girl (derogatory)

Titles: None

Birthday: February 18th, 1960

Astrological Sign: Aquarius

Nationality: British

Species: Half-Blood Witch

Blood Type: B-

Sex: Female

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Bisexual

About Her

Personality:

Belliah is a goth little shit, to sum her up quickly. She's bossy, she's weird, and she's nerdy, but she's also loyal to a fault and bakes a mean brownie. She's a good friend to have, if not a bit frustrating with her conviction that she's right about what needs to be done at nearly all times. She means well, though, and at least for the most part her... "suggestions" are decent. If you do befriend her, she'll throw down for you at the drop of a hat, be it with magic or just plain fists.

Occupation: Tailor, Student

Likes:

- Bones - Books - Clothes - Magic - Tabletop Games

Dislikes:

- Wasps - Anyone saying anything even remotely rude to her sister - Garden Gnomes - Bullies (Teeth-punching levels of hatred) - Manual Sewing

Hobbies: Tailoring and making clothes, articulating skeletons, studying, playing Dungeons and Dragons, reading, acting, playing violin, singing.

Fears: Wasps, her mother and sister dying, ending up alone, the house burning down, the theatre burning down, just kind of fire in general.

Strength: Quick thinking and split-second decision making.

Weakness: Highly vulnerable to appeals to emotion

Talents: Transfiguration, sewing

Appearance

Height: 5'9"

Cup Size: B cup

Skin Tone: Pale AF

Eye Color: Red

Hair Description:

- Color: White - Highlights: N/A - Length: Long in the front, very short in the back - Style: Straight-edge fringe and the rest vaguely resembling a lop-eared rabbit. - Worn: Down, or with a crown braid on special occasions

Extra:

- Scars: Lots of small ones on her arms and legs from various scraps and scrapes - Piercings: Three in the right ear - Tattoos: None - Facial Features: Soft cheeks with occasional acne and big, wide-set eyes that droop a bit. Short nose with a flat bridge. - Scent: Some sugary perfume that smells a bit like honey - Other: Bottom heavy. Wide hips, not much up top. Fond of dress robes that accentuate this.

Picrew: [x]

Faceclaim: Nastya Zhidkova

Relationships

Father: Belial Everleigh

Mother: Edith Price

Siblings: Edward Everleigh, Samantha Price (adopted)

Relatives:

Family Line of Work: Mother: Theatre, Father: Department of Mysteries

Family Background:

Belial and Edith met in a muggle cult run by an errant wizard using some very strange magics. Belial was investigating; Edith was a member. They were both extremely young at the beginning, and they ultimately worked together to bring down the cult and return the members to a normal life. They also fell in love, but it was the odd sort of love between two viciously independent people with very different life styles. Despite seeing each other very little, they remain in love to this day, and have in their few ventures together, produced two children that they've chosen to raise separately.

Best Friends: Eric Gaudreau, Amir Laghari, Samantha Price

Friends: Lorraine Selwyn, Ruby Silvervine

Love Interest: Severus Snape

Enemies: Vivienne Burke

Education

School: Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Best Core Class: Transfiguration

Worst Core Class: Herbology

Favourite Elective: Care of Magical Creatures

Quidditch: Spectator

Extra-Curricular: Chess Club

Magic

Wand:

- Length: Eleven-and-a-Quarter Inches - Flexibility: Flexible - Wood: Hazel - Core: Unicorn Hair

Pets: Lucifer the ????

Boggart: A huge swarm of wasps

Animagus/Patronus: Jacobs Sheep

Amortentia: Petrichor, Dusty Storage Rooms, Cooking Tomato Sauce, Lilacs

Affiliations/Alliances

Home Town: Plymouth

Residence: Hogwarts / Her mother's home

Loyalty: She is beholden to no one but herself

Organizations:

Band: White Dragon, White Dragon, Hufflepuff, Chess Club

Extra Information

Quotes: "Better to fight for something than live for nothing."

Theme Songs:

Fairy Paradise CocoRosie

Roll a D6 SirConnorAnderson

The Bard's Song The Blind Guradian

March of Mephisto Kamelot

Spooky Scary Skeletons (Remix) The Living Tombstone

Living Dead Girl Rob Zombie

Freaks Timmy Trumpet & Savage

Gimme Chocolate BABYMETAL

Daddy PSY

Macaron Ashikubi

Sugar Tunes Balan

Fuck You Lily Allen

Food: Pasta with red sauce

Drink: Rootbeer

Color: Red

Animal: Spiders

Flower: Daffodil

Season: Fall

Bio Belliah is, by her own reckoning, the bastard child of a wizards mistakes. Whenever she pries for details on the identity of her father, her mother turns into some sort of sphinx, speaking in riddles through coy smiles. When she was small, she used to spend long nights fantasizing about a king in a far off castle, called home to rule, leaving his true love behind, or a dark sorcerer running from a love that couldn't be. The day Hagrid brought her a very interesting letter, she was shocked to find out that the last one was hovering somewhere around probable. She grew up in the care of her doting, muggle mother. She was, until the age of nine, an only child with a remarkable propensity for accidental mischief. She was far more alarmed by her emerging magical talents than her mother was, but the cool indifference with which Edith put out suddenly appearing fires soon wore off on Bell as well, and incidents at school became less and less frequent. Still, though, her classmates viewed her as somewhere in between amazing and the literal devil, in part because she looked really weird, and in part because that one time Theo knocked her over his leg just broke for no reason. Those that fell in between the two extremes mostly just laughed at her speech impediment. Edith gently guided her daughter through the turmoil towards becoming a level-headed person, and Bell, over time, gained a few very close friends and the ability to pronounce R's correctly. Most notable of these friends was a young boy named Samuel who she'd been in class with since pre-K. Well before Belliah was personable, they were inseparable. Sam spent every possible moment he could with Bell and Edith, sleeping more often on their couch than he did his own bed. Sam's mother had died when he was very young, and he didn't like his father much. Belliah had no context for the situation, but Edith sure did. It took her a few years to piece together the necessary evidence before she went to war to seize custody of the young boy, who was being heavily abused by an otherwise neglectful father that blamed the child for the death of his wife. At the age of eight, Samuel became her legal brother. Both of them were absolutely over the moon about this development, but it fairly quickly became evident that Sam had developed some fairly severe PTSD and the same gently guidance Edith had given her own daughter wouldn't be sufficient for her new son. So, the three of them delved into the heavily stigmatized world of mental health services to seek a better life for him. Belliah, more than any of them, developed a deep fascination with the science of psychology. Determined to help Sam, now that she understood what he'd been through, she came home every weekend with stacks of books from the library on psychology and related subjects. She became a sort of make-shift therapist to both him and anyone she perceived as needing such a thing, and it was more or less appreciated. By the time she got her letter, she was an expert at conflict deescalation, and Sam had fallen gracefully into their family. The final hurdle in his treatment was addressing the fact that he wasn't mentally a "he" at all. Edith, who'd handled much weirder with little more than a shrug, switched pretty immediately to accepting her adopted son as her adopted daughter. Belliah took a bit longer to wrap her head around the concept, coping by reading a shit ton on the subject. She quickly found modern literature on gender dysphoria to be fairly insulting at the best of it. After that, she spent a lot of time at school beating the shit out of anyone who was mean to her sister for any reason at all. It was a brief period of violence and strife, but the dust settled with some ruffled feathers and some rearranged friend circles within a few months. When not at home or at school, the two of them are most likely to be found at the local theatre, where Edith works as a production manager for all of the community stage productions. She's worked there for a great deal longer than Belliah's been alive, and she frequented as an actress well before that. As such, a young Bell spent a great deal of time toddling around the backstage amongst vivid characters, stored set pieces, and a plethora of costumes. Her favourite of the regular members was, when they first met, an impressively goth teen. Her proper name was Rebecca, but she introduced herself as Azazel, and despite that fact that these days, she's in her thirties and not so outlandish, she's still referred to by the whole of the troupe as Auntie Azazel. Similarly, Bell is mostly called Wabbit at home. Growing up watching her mom in plays got her extremely interested in participating in them herself. She was five when she was given her first speaking role, which she took to with vast enthusiasm. Her mother pegged her white haired child with a speech impediment for the perfect role: the white rabbit, in a stage rendition of Alice in Wonderland. The in jokes from that particular performance have stuck just as well as the nicknames. Belliah had been the one to answer the door for Hagrid. He'd addressed her by name, which confused her a bit, as most of the bizarre looking people that showed up at their door were looking for her mum. Never-the-less, she'd dutifully lead him into the kitchen, where Edith was making some tea and Sam was working on her homework. After the initial shock of a half-giant showing up in their house with a letter for her daughter, he was invited to sit at the kitchen table and given some tea and biscuits. Through all the awe and wonder at this revelation, she couldn't avoid punctuating the conversation with giggles at the sight of Hagrid sipping earl grey from a normal sized tea cup. Edith remained nonplussed by the existence of magic, and mostly just observed the conversation with a warm smile. Belliah asked as many questions as Hagrid would let her. Sam listened raptly, stirring her tea and staring, maths work well forgotten. The same night, after Hagrid was gone, she made a promise to Sam to get her a body she'd be happiest in. After being sorted into Hufflepuff, she set off to make good on that promise, pouring everything she had into transfiguration and potions. She's also discovered that the field of psychology doesn't have a magical equivalent at all, and thus found her second life's goal in founding psychiatric medicine in the wizarding world. On her first train ride, she sat with a second year Ravenclaw named Eric, who took her under his wing and introduced her to wizard chess. She found it only slightly more entertaining than she did it's non-magical equivalent, but she's become fairly decent at it over the years, given that Eric's the captain of the chess club and convinced her to join up. In return, she taught him to play Dungeons and Dragons, though the two of them have had issues keeping a steady session going in the business of the school year. She had a great love of fantasy growing up, and it evolved into a deep seated love of finding the parallels between muggle myths and fiction and the reality of magic. As a result, she does very well in History of Magic, though she's just as subject to the droning tones of Professor Binns as everyone else. She's friendly enough, but she's a bit of an acquired taste for a lot of people. Her tendency to psychoanalyze people compounds with the bossiness she inherited from her mother to make friendship with her being a lot like having a very nagging mother who happens to be the same age as you. It does, however, come with the perk of getting free snacks pretty much whenever you want them. Hufflepuffs in general are known for always having food on them, but Belliah spends a lot more than the average amount of time in the kitchens. She's formed a fairly deep friendship with one of the house elves, and she likes to visit the lot of them and make sure they know their work is appreciated, which they always have mixed reactions to.

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The Switch (part 6 and final?)

N/A: An opening ending for those two. Kurt has things to deal with his family and Kitty can´t back away from magic.

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Meditation is becoming the new normal to Kitty Pryde. Even more so, as the X-men are finally aware of Kitty´s potential at wrapping reality and what this could mean to everyone. In a sense, Kitty ponders if that was how it was meant to be, she bluntly confessing her new ability as she saves her friends once again.

When you defy gravity. You can fly. This was a line Kitty repeats in her head as she meditates. You see, she was never once one to enjoy musicals all that much but as her shadow is the only thing stuck on the floor...this line has merit.

She opens her eyes to linger on her master, Wanda Maximoff, floating and her eyes are closed. For a moment, Kitty has the sense Wanda is galaxies away from her. "I can sense your wandering soul, Wanda" is a line Kitty loves to use.

"You do? Fantastic...wanna go to Shiar see a new weeding?" Wanda states with her eyes crimson and a tiny smile on her pretty face. Kitty responds by only shaking her head. "Very well, if you see one wedding ...you saw it all"

Kitty chuckles at this. Then, her smiles die and her worries come back with a vengeance.

"Ok, I can sense your worries too. Tell me, what´s afflicting your big brain?" Wanda gentle jabs. If Wanda is the poster-child of a typical witch, then Kitty is the poster child of an atypical witch.

"Well, I was just thinking...I told Kurt about my powers and I...don´t think that was the reaction I was hoping for" biting her lips as her eyes fell. Down to the rabbit hole. Only metaphorically speaking.

Wanda hummed softly as she seems to take time to measure her words. "I can´t say how it should have gone...in my humble opinion, that was not bad outcome...no one is asking you to reshape reality at your will" is not clear if this is a joke or not.

Better not ask. Wanda is Scarlet Witch and also the Sorceress Supreme...she saw enough, more than enough.

"Well, yes...I guess...but, Kurt looks so mad, betray at me..." she can´t stop biting her lips. "Shouldn´t he be happy for me?"

"Should he?" Wanda counter-ask now lowering them down. There´s nothing more polite than talk about feelings while still grounded.

"Well, yes?" the dubious tone is stronger than her old petulance. Kitty is no longer a pretentious little girl, no, she´s now a young woman whose magic is the result of a big mistake of a silly little girl.

Wanda remains mute for a minute. That´s never good.

"I mean, I take my magic seriously. I don´t use to harm people...so, I´m not sure why he would be so betrayed at me" Kitty confessed.

Wanda hummed again.

"Is not my role to tell you this...I´m hardly Kurt´s friends, let alone someone that knows him as X-men" is an honest confession. No hatred in her words. Only the truth. "But I know enough about his foster family. The Szardos" Wanda concludes.

Kitty is paying attention. If Scarlet Witch has something to tell...you listen closely.

"Margalia Szardos is, well, let´s say, was...a terrible woman and can´t even be considered a mediocre witch" Wanda commences. "I...know this story thanks to all the whispers and rumors the magic society provides"

Kitty is itching to make a Harry Potter joke right here and now.

"And because, unlike what a certain saga says, we witches can use phones...Agatha loves to be on Instagram" her face recoils. "And she did well on her promise on going to a nudist beach"

Kitty mirrors Wanda´s expression right now. "Me too...I chose to see that Agatha is confident in her body to do that...I took something positive from that...story"

Moving on...

"Anway, the Szardos are the ones who posed as Romani and milk all the harmful stereotype from my people" Wanda´s tone is not hiding her anger and disgust.

"Wanda..."

"And I know that I, myself, is a Romani woman. I know...I know what people say about me and my people. Hell, I even know how some Romani groups fear me..." her eyes look away as her face fell a little.

Kitty takes her hand and speaks. "Look at me, I´m an American, Jewish, Mutant, and Bi woman" her tone is strong as it should be. As is always is. "and now I can do magic, do you know how many jerkasses use this to degrade my heritage? Lots...do you think I let them win? Hell no" flashes a smirk.

"I talked with my family about my new founded powers and while it is new and strange...it doesn´t take my Jewish away" Kitty has a firm look on her face, full of determination and something else.

"I see" Wanda has a ghost of a smile on her lips. "I´m Romani...and I hate how my powers are enough to make some people think the persecution of my people was justified...I fight my battles with and without magic" her tone mirrors Kitty.

Master and pupil have something in common.

"But my point is, the Szardos milk those cliches ...and killed children to boost their magic power," Wanda said that in a clinical and cooly way. Kitty´s mouth opens and closes...She can´t see Kurt being among child killers.

"It was a magic guard, so to speak, not sure if they have a real title, anyway...they captured Margalia and Jimaine...Margalia used to be a lover of Azazel and took one of his offsprings, I think is Kurt"

Kitty´s eyes flare-up. "Kurt is not a demon and never will be"

"I trust your judgment then. Azazel, for his part, seems to think he could have been a great demon" Wanda shakes her head. That´s not the point. "Along with many other crimes, Jimaine used magic to disguise herself as...Amanda"

The name causes dread into Kitty´s being.

"Yes, she dated her own step-brother and manipulated him"

Kitty shakes her head. Remembering an Amanda whose name was often spoken with distaste by Ororo and Logan.

"From what I heard...Amanda and Jimaine often exchange bodies for their own plot...and at the time, she was seeing Kurt"

Kitty wants to throw up.

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Dr. Strange indeed is back. Agatha would be proud to know she was right, but at the moment. Dr. Strange is back and is only responding to his wife. Clea is not exactly unhappy nor happy with this revelation.

"You...were dead? I bury you!"

Dr. Strange then shows his hands. "I did this to get higher learning...I learn how to fix my hands and still use magic"

"And the price was your life?"

"temporarily"

Clea has lots to think about and doesn´t want to be near Dr. Strange. Her mind is fuzzy. Is magic worth all that much for him?

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Kurt is perched on his window mulling over the facts. Oh, Kurt can be accused of hating introspection, he can´t, however, be accused of not doing it.

Kitty is a magic cat now. What does this mean for them?

Kurt is unsure and he doesn´t like to be so unsure. No one does.

"Knock, knock" a voice gently boomed into his room and golden eyes notice the doe eyes of one Kitty Pryde. "Can we talk?"

Kurt said nothing. Is a silent invitation if Kitty ever needed one.

"You dislike magic and I can see why...but Kurt, my magic won´t change...I´ll never hurt you or anyone else"

"Amanda said the same...how can I know you´re not going to do the same?"

"Because you´re my best friend, Kurt. I rather die than hurt you in any way"

"I´m...confused"

"and I´m here...Kurt, talk with me...please"

"Ok, where do I begin..."

[tibbinswrites]

Suptober Day 11 - Weapons

Dean straightened to survey the haul laid out on the groaning table. They had quite a spread here. Blades of all kinds, long and short, curved and straight, silver, gold, bronze, angel, the demon-killing-blade, some crusted with lamb’s blood, others blessed by a priest, others still with their own little quirks for whatever specific monster needed gutting.

Then there were the guns, shotguns and pistols, modern and classic, the colt of course was still a useless lump of half-melted metal, but the God gun was there. Dean reached out a finger and touched the grip, he was pretty sure that that was going to be the one to use, though Sam would not be happy about it when the time came.

There were boxes upon boxes of bullets, some commercial, most of them painstakingly made by hand: silver, witch-killing, devil’s trap, angel. Cas had insisted on making the latter himself, non-too-pleased about melting down the blades of his siblings.

There was his beauty in pride of place, of course, even if the grenade launcher would probably be useless against a deity, he’d be willing to bet she could still be a hell of a distraction.

There were other weapons too: curse boxes and spell books, small knives that could be tucked into sleeves or thrown, those magic knuckle-dusters and all the other things they’d managed to salvage from the Men of Letters’ tech, Enochian cuffs, bottles of borax. There were simpler things too, a baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire, flare guns, flasks of holy water, bottles of salt and dead man’s blood, iron crowbars, lighters and a couple tanks of gasoline, just like old times.

Combined, all this should be enough to take out the whole of Purgatory, but Dean doubted that anything but the God gun would even make a dent. He looked over at Sam and Cas, who were also looking over the table with equally grim looks, clearly the same thought had struck them too, considering the way Sam’s eyes kept sliding back to the God gun, and the way Cas’ avoided it.

Yeah, things were pretty dire right now. They had God to kill and very limited options. But then Dean remembered Cas going toe-to-toe with five of his brethren, carving a banishing sigil into his own chest in order to give them time, he remembered stopping Amara with words, not weapons, he remembered Sammy overpowering Lucifer to throw himself into the Pit. He remembered countless fights they’d won while unarmed or disadvantaged, he remembered shooting Azazel in the face, he remembered slicing his way through Purgatory with a shitty blade he cobbled together himself. He remembered Cas glowing, yelling for them to shut their eyes as he smote a diner full of jefferson starships. He remembered being lost outside a military base with his brother and reminding their pursuers that they were the ones who should be afraid.

He grinned at the two men across the table, ignoring their confusion. They could do this; if there was a way at all then they would find it, because they were weapons in and of themselves, the most dangerous that had ever been forged.

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In My Dreams

Winchester Brothers x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Language, character death, angst

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Your eyes shook, sending the welled tears over the edge of your eyelids and spilled down onto your cheeks. You uncrossed your arms and rapidly wiped them away from your face, your breath hitched inside your throat and you slid back further into the closet when your ears perked up at the sound of heavy footsteps approaching you.

“Hello?” A curious voice rang out followed by a few more footsteps, “Is there anyone in here? Hello?” The man’s voice became more clear as he rounded the corner and walked into the room where you were hiding.

As soon as he entered the threshold of your hide out room you flung open the closet door and swung an old iron pipe like a baseball bat, nailing him in the right shoulder. You let go of your weapon, it crashed down onto the ground with a loud clattering and you ran past the stranger.

“Hey!” He shouted and ran after you, “Wait! I’m not going to hurt you!” His long legs allowed him to catch up to you, “It’s locked…I tried that one already.” He caught his breath, you frantically darted your eyes for an exit plan but found nothing. “Hey.” His tone was low and calm, he raised on of his large hands and reached out towards you, “I’m not going to hurt you, you’re safe…” he stepped closer to you cautiously.

“I’m Sam.” He placed his hand on his chest and furrowed his eyebrows sincerely.

“Y/N.” You nodded and relaxed your shoulders slightly at his sincerity. “Sorry.” You motioned to his shoulder where you had just hit him with.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N.” He paused and smiled, you admired Sam’s dimples for just a moment before they disappeared, “Do you know where we are?” He tucked his fingers into his front pockets of his jeans and turned his head to analyze the room again.

You shook your head and tightened your jaw, “No. None of us know where we are.”

“Us?” His back straightened, “There’s others?”

“Yeah…” you agreed, “As far as I know they’re like us too.” Your eyes looked into his.

“Like us?” He lowered his head to maintain the eye contact with you, “What’s going on here, Y/N?”

“Powers, Sam.” You blurted out, “I can see the future;” you paused, “Other dimensions.” You hopped slightly and sat on the countertop of the kitchen you were in with Sam. “He was building an army and he put us all…” you motioned around you, “here, wherever here is anyway, to see who kills off who and the winner leads his army.” Sam looked to you with a thin crease in between his eyebrows, “With my powers I can tell what his plan was and why we are all here.” You paused, “What’s yours, Sam?” His face showed how confused and stunned he was, but he was taking all of this information very well you thought.

“I—I uh can move things with my mind and my dreams; sometimes they happen.” Sam confessed, “Y/N, you said he put us here. Who is he?”

You remained silent for a few moments and just kicked your feet that dangled from the edge of the counter, you took a long deep breath in, “We’re the same, Sam. You and I; he gave us the same blood and we ended up with the same powers.” You chucked in irony.

Sam’s face dropped and he came to you quickly, “What did you just say?” He clenched his jaw, his hazel eyes bounced to your eyes. “Azazel.” He almost whispered.

“You know him?” You asked him, “Did he come into your dreams like he did with mine?”

“No, he uh—” he paused, “I’m a hunter.”

“Congratulations, so is half of America.” You scoffed.

“No, like demons and monsters—Azazel killed my mom when I was a baby. My dad became obsessed over hunting him down, my brother and I grew up hunting everything that goes bump in the night.” He confessed and you nodded your head in understanding. “You’re the first person I’ve told any of this that’s taking it all so well—”

“Yeah well anything is possible at this point Sam.” You laughed, your laughter lightened the intense air that filled the room.

“Don’t worry, my brother is going to find us and help figure all of this out, Y/N.” He paused, gently placed his hand on your knee and smiled slightly, his dimples reappearing. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, you hear me.” He paused, “Neither one of us is dying here.” You nodded and held his hand inside of yours. “We’re going to get help soon, my brother—”

“Dean.” You raised your eyebrows to him, “Right.” You shook your head and brought your hand up to your forehead, “I’ve—I met you and Dean before.” You let out a deep sigh, “Under different circumstances but, we’ve met.” 

___

“I’m telling you Bobby, he’s here.” Dean’s voice shouted through the phone making Bobby lift the phone from his ear.

“Take it easy there, kid.” His clam voice spoke back to him with a steady rhythm, “We don’t know exactly what you’re walkin into.”

“I don’t care, it’s Sammy were talking about!” His attitude flared.

“And all the more reason to go into this smart, Dean. A town full of psychic kids trying to kill each other, not a smart move to just waltz right in there.” Bobby warned him.

“I’m already here.” Dean flicked the phone and it snapped shut. He rounded the end of the impala and opened the truck gathering an array of weapons.

___

“Sam.” You whispered and peered around the corner, you took your steps carefully making sure not to step on a loose board and alerting the last person alive that wasn’t you or Sam.  You straightened up and ran towards the glass door of the small abandoned shop you were in, “Sam!” You shouted in attempt to gather his attention. “No!” You shrieked when Jake appeared out of nowhere. Your shoes kicked up small puffs of dirt as you ran as fast as you could towards them.

“I win.” Jake snarled as he ripped the knife into Sam’s body and slumped him to the ground.

“Sammy!” Dean’s voice echoed through the abandoned village, a fierce look was etched on his strong face what was illuminated by the blue moonlight. Dean’s face dropped when he saw the small flash of Jake’s blood tinged blade, his hand quickly came up to the inside of his jacket and retrieved his gun and didn’t hesitate.

You watched Dean kill Jake from a few yards away where you decided to slink behind to hide. Your eyes teared up when Dean dropped to his knees and took Sam’s face into his hands and they rocked back and forth; you couldn’t make out what he was saying but you could tell that Dean was talking to his dying little brother.

You silently made your way out of your cover and over to Dean, your eyes stared intently at the life that was draining from Sam’s eyes. You shoe kicked a rock that alerted the grieving Winchester. He spun around, his cheeks glistened in the moonlight and his hand clutched a gun that was pointed firmly at you.

“Dean—” you raised your hands in defense, “I—please don’t kill me—I’m not like Jake, please.”

“How do you know my name? Christo!” He snarled. His head tilted to the side when you didn’t flinch at the Latin word. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just kill you right now!” He stepped closer to you, your face only inches away from coming into contact with the barrel of the gun.

“I know how to get Sammy back.” You pleaded with him, “I’m like your bother—I know you and Sam.” You explained, “I can see what will happen and in different dimensions—we’ve met actually. I can help.” You paused and  Dean lowered the gun, you stepped closer to him and he raised it once more, “I’ve seen Sam die before—I, I just didn’t know it would be here; now. But I can help you, Dean.” You offered to him. “Let me help, like Sam helped me here…” you ran on, “I’ve helped you get him back before, in my dreams—I can help.”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows, his blood shot eyes glazed over for a moment as he mulled over your offer. He pursed his lips and placed his gun back into the inside pocket of his brown leather jacket, “You don’t touch him, got it.” You accepted with a silent nod and Dean knelt down next to Sam, you stayed behind, respecting Dean’s space. He stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out his small keyring. “My car, it’s down the road about a mile, it’s a black ’67 chevy impala; I’ll stay here with him.”

You offered him a half smile and retrieved the keys from the older Winchester and turned on your heel to begin jogging down the long road in search of the black car.

___

The ride was silent, the road that Dean sped down was cloaked in darkness with only the occasional yellow hue dashing across the interior of the impala from an old streetlight. You sat in the front seat next to Dean; Dean’s eyes glancing back at Sam’s lifeless body that was curled up in the backseat. “So what do we do now, Y/N?” His rough voice hurt inside his throat.

“You—I’m my dreams you make a deal…to get Sam back.” You said gently and picked at the hem of your jacket. “Then Sam is alive…” your voice trailed.

“And what happens to you?” His grip on the steering wheel tightened and he gave you the side eye, “I don’t know what happens to me then.” Your wiped your eye dry from the tear that was threatening to escape. “I’ve got nothing left to go back to…” you cleared your throat.

“I’ve got no one too…you can stay with us until you get back on your feet.” He paused and looked over to you, “That’s what Sammy would do.”

You reached over and laced your finders over his, “You’ll get him back, Dean.” Your voice thick with sincerity and hope.

“We both know what it costs.” He clenched his jaw tightly, “You need to be there for him when the time comes.” You opened your mouth to protest his words but he continued, his tone more firm this time, “Promise me, Y/N.”

“Okay.” You nodded.

“If you decide to stay with us after we get Sammy back, he’ll need you when I’m not there.” He clarified, you nodded in understanding.

___

“All right you son-of-a-bitch, you already know I’ll say ye—”

“Dean Winchester.” A woman’s voice sliced through the damp night air, “I have to say, this is record time for you Winchester’s.” Her eyes flashed a vibrant hue of crimson. “You brought a gift.” Her attention drifted to the impala that was parked along on of the roads of the intersection.

“She’s got nothing to do with this—I want Sam back, now!” His voice erupted.

“Didn’t your mommy ever teach you to share—oh wait.” Her lips curled up into a sinister smile, knowing that her words cut through Dean’s thick skin. Dean’s lips frowned severely and he gripped the demon blade tightly in his hand, “Alright alright…don’t bring up dead mommy, got it.” She raised her hands in defense sarcastically. “Let’s just talk about your dead brother then instead.”

“Deal.” He said never hesitating, “Whatever you want it’s a deal, just bring him back.”

“One year.” She ticked an eyebrow up at him inquisitively.

“Just bring him back.” He nodded and pressed his lips onto hers.

___

“There he is!” Dean’s voice was light with energy, he stood from the small chair he was anxiously waiting in with his leg bouncing. “Easy Sammy. How do you feel?”

Sam squinted his eyes and started to sit up, “What happened?” His groggy voice cleared his throat.

“Some son-of-a-bitch stabbed you but Y/N came to help me out and uh, she helped me fix you up.” Dean pointed and Sam followed his gesture to where you were leaned against the windowsill in the far corner of the room.

“Hey, Y/N. Thanks.” He smirked at you, God how you missed those dimples of his.

You walked over to the bed he was sitting in, “No problem, Sam. You helped me in there; I was just returning the favor.” You smiled and crossed your arms, there was a few moments of silence and the air became increasingly thick between the three of you. Sam’s eyebrows furrowed as his curiosity grew within his mind, “I—I feel like I saw all of that happen before, you know; my dream—this happened before.” He paused his eyes wandered between you and his older brother Dean.

“Um, I’m going to go get some fresh air…” you smiled slightly and walked outside.” Dean’s eyes bugged out slightly when he locked eyes with you before you slid out of the door.

“She’s still here?” Sam asked, “Why?”

“She said she doesn’t have anyone else to go back to now…so I offered for her to stay with us for a while—she helped us out, it’s the least we can do for her—”

“Yeah, I know—” Sam smiled, “This same thing happened in my dream—Dean.”

“So, people have dreams all the time—” he tried to brush his brother’s words off as if they were untrue.

“The dream always starts the same way, with my death.” Sam paused and Dean shifted his weight, a tell-tale bluff that Dean always did. “You made a deal didn’t you?!” His voice flared, “Dean!” He shouted, you could hear him from outside which made you swallow your feelings and open the door back into the room. “How long did you get?”

“Year.” Dean bowed his head.

“One year! Dean!” Sam argued, tossing his hands up in frustration.

“I did it to save your ass, Sammy and I’d do it all over again!” Dean retorted back to his younger brother to justify his deal with the crossroads demon.

“I can help.” You interrupted, they both ignored you because they were so engrossed with arguing with each other over Dean’s actions. “I can help fix this.” They continued arguing. You began to become irritated with their ignorance and raised your voice, “Boys!” Your voice sent shockwaves through the room making everything rattle.

They both turned their attention to you finally, “I can stay with you and help you—the both of you figure a way out of this.” You look a deep breath in, “That is if you’ll still have me.”

They exchanged a look with each other and nodded, “Of course, Y/N.” Sam tucked his hair behind his ear. “We can figure a way out of the deal together.”

[ks-caster]

Raise a Little Hell

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean, Amara (but little kid Amara, come on) Castiel, Sam

Notes: So when I was originally watching season... 11, right? With Amara as the big bad? I was so excited for there to be a highly supernatural little kid because Dean is GREAT with kids - I wanted him to accidentally adopt the tiny murder child. And then the show tried to ship them?? And I had a very bad day. And outlined This Thing.

A partial chapter and my outline are available under the cut. TW for mentions of torture/child abuse.

At first, Anny clung to Dean like everything in the world was poison and he was the antidote; burying her face in his flannel when he held her, and wrapping her fist in his jeans when he had to set her down. She didn’t respond to strangers’ attempts to engage her, going rigid with terror when the lady at the drive-thru leaned down to ask her what toy she wanted. For Sam and Cas, she would manage a jerky shake of her head, or a nod like a spasm in her neck. Mostly, she alternated between half sleeping, her head on Dean’s leg as he drove, and gluing herself under his arm, shaking so hard it looked like someone had put her on vibrate.

After four hours of straight highway, Sam finally noticed a pattern. Having nothing better to do with himself than stare out the window and constantly re-adjust his legs in an attempt to get comfortable in the back seat, one thing he found himself paying attention to was the weather outside the window. It was partially cloudy, so a couple of times per hour it would get dark, then light, then dark again. When the sun radiated down uninhibited, reflecting off of passing cars, Anny’s terror increased. When it was shrouded and darkness fell, she calmed down. When they made a pit stop, he rooted around in the trunk for a blanket, draping it gently over her when they started the evening portion of the drive, covering her head. She tensed at first, and Dean raised an eyebrow at him—randomly covering the face of a young trauma victim was uncharacteristic for his normally so tactful brother—but then a tiny hand emerged, pulling the edge of the fleece down further, and Dean’s eyes widened, understanding. He draped his arm gently over the blanked, rubbing soothing circles into her back. The comforting darkness lulled her to sleep, and she stayed that way until they reached that night’s motel, stirring only a little when Dean picked her up to carry her into the room. They tried to set her up in a nest of cushions on the couch, but once she realized that Dean was leaving, her eyes flew open, found him in the room and fixed on him. She didn’t try to stop him, but she was shuddering violently, and after about two minutes, he ran a tired hand through his hair, got up, and brought the pillows and comforter from his bed. “You ever make a blanket fort, kid?” he asked, knowing she hadn’t, knowing he wouldn’t get a response, just talking to talk. Dean, as it turned out, has not lost the skills that he and Sam had perfected in their motel-hopping childhood, and when Sam got out of the shower, he flashed a look at them that might have been envy. “You know you want one,” Dean muttered, and Sam grinned, the same memories running through his head as he settled down on the other bed and turned out the light. The only illumination in the room was from Sam’s Laptop, which Cas was using to amuse himself while he waited for the humans to sleep. Whatever Anny was, she did sleep, it seemed. When Dean groggily regained consciousness that morning, he was able to slip out of the fort and take a shower without disturbing her. It helped that she’d cocooned herself in blankets, a down pillow over her head to block out all traces of light. After he’d finished washing up, he emerged from the bathroom to find Anny awake and alert, but looking less terrified than he’d imagined she’d be if she regained consciousness while he wasn’t there. Cas was sitting on the floor, near enough to her to make casual conversation easy, but far enough that he wasn’t in her space. Dean was at an angle that he could see the laptop screen, covered in pictures of different species of bees. “And they communicate through dancing,” he was explaining, but as soon as he and Anny realized Dean was back in the room, they both looked up. “Like some wonderfully frisky ladies I’ve met,” Dean finished for him, grinning and moving some cushions so he could sit down and lace up his shoes. Anny’s small fingers found the hem of his shirt and lifted it a few inches, and she visibly relaxed when she saw that the wounds to his back were still gone. She dropped the fabric, looking a little sheepish, but Dean ruffled her hair gently. Sam was out for his morning run; Cas hopped up to sit on the vanity and kept narrating facts about bees while Dean gave Anny a bath; her first in he couldn’t imagine how long. The water went solid brown, they drained the tub, and then scrubbed her until it was brown again. Dean had kind of expected her to be freaked about being naked, but she didn’t seem to notice the difference. By the end of it, her hair was no longer muted brown, but a soft auburn. Granted, it was matted and frizzy beyond repair and would probably all have to be cut off, but once she was wrapped in towels and back on Dean’s lap, he was able to convince her to let Cas comb it out. If it hurt, she didn’t react. “Honeybees’ wings flap more than eleven-thousand times an hour,” he explained quietly. “That’s what makes the buzzing sound when they fly.” He set Sam’s comb down on the vanity, and Dean stood up, taking Anny with him. “Sleepy?” he asked as her damp head lolled against his shoulder. “Yeah, I break out in yawns when Cas monologues about bugs too,” he laughed. Anny frowned a little, eyes looking sad, and Dean backpedaled. “Well, I mean… I guess it’s interesting though. In a nerdy sort of way. Maybe you’re just smarter than me, and that’s why you enjoy it.” Anny’s forehead scrunched, and she cocked her head to one side, her confusion looking just like Cas’s. She didn’t have any other clothes, but Sam showed them how to make a dress out of a tied-up shirt, and once Dean was done laughing at him for the things he googled at 3am, they rolled up the sleeves of another one to make a jacket of sorts. “Now she looks like a Winchester,” Cas laughed, and it might have been Dean’s imagination, but he thought maybe she sat up a little bit straighter. The last six hours in the car went a little more smoothly; this time Dean offered Anny his leather jacket to block out the sun, and she curled up under it, but reached out a hand that he obligingly wrapped in his own. They were able to get her to eat decently at lunch—she’d been having trouble getting food down, but today she managed almost an entire waffle, slathered in honey. It probably helped that the way Cas describe the stuff, it sounded like some kind of divine miracle. Which, thinking about it, Dean supposed that it was. Anny regarded the bunker with the same tired disinterest she’d shown to every other new place so far; looking vaguely around, then taking a deep interest in Dean’s shirt collar. At least she wasn’t freaking out that she was underground again. She did, however, freak out when Sam started up the blender in the kitchen to make his freakin’ kale smoothie—as soon as the high-pitched whirring hit her ears, her whole body went rigid with terror.

Without missing a beat, Dean swept her up into his arms and headed away from the kitchen as fast as he could, getting as far as the garage before he could no longer hear the blender. He wasn’t sure if that was because they were out of hearing range or just because Sam’s smoothie was done. In any case, Anny began to calm down, and the tired look on her face almost looked like chagrin; like she realized she’d been upset over nothing and felt badly about it.

Outline (some parts of which may not make sense as I’ve redone it in parts since then:

May 2nd 2007, Jake Talley opened up Hell’s Gate, Dean Winchester sold his soul for his little brother’s life, and The Winchester family finally killed Azazel. However, unbeknownst to them, that particular Hell’s Gate sealed in something far older and more powerful than demons… A week or so later, a group of hikers find a newborn infant seemingly abandoned in the graveyard. She’s Caucasian, with startling green eyes and a fuzz of ink-black hair, and a funny-looking stork bite on her shoulder.

They try to take her to a safe haven drop off, but a witch is there to pick her up, claiming he’s an employee. He takes the infant with apparent professionalism, but once the hikers leave, he quickly sets it down in revulsion. He takes the baby back to his enclave where she is to be kept and controlled as she grows. Her human contact is limited—they don’t want her learning too much. 

She is neglected and later abused, because the witches want to ensure that not only is her power under control, so is her mind. They want to ensure that she is perfectly broken, and answers only to them. They carve sigils into her ribs and tattoo them into her skin, but she heals at such a phenomenal rate that these all have to be reapplied every few months or they start to fade. This is quite a painful process for her, of course. They figure out that she's like a siren with her voice; no one can resist when she cries and she always communicates what she wants, but when they can't hear her she can't control them, so they put a shock collar on her. Consequently she never learns to speak. 

They call her Amara, because it basically means “I’m sorry you were born.” They convince her that for the crime of existing and the danger she poses to the world, she deserves the way she is treated at their hands.

Shortly after Dean has the Mark of Cain removed, he is captured by the same coven of witches and tortured for information of some sort. They heal him every night when they are done with him so that they can go all out on him the next day. He is held in the dungeon of their conclave, and meets tiny, frightened Amara, who cannot speak and seems petrified of everyone, but in a “freeze up and accept punishment” kind of way. Naturally, this breaks Dean’s newly restored bleeding heart. 

He tries to talk to her, but she just looks terrified at first. He notices she’s shivering and dressed in dirty rags, with no shoes or socks, and tells her she can borrow his coat, if she wants—he is chained to the wall and can’t reach it, but it’s lying unattended. After a little encouragement, she scurries across the room—giving him a wide berth—and gingerly takes the coat down from the table it was thrown on. She wraps up in it and almost smiles. He hears the tiny contented sigh she makes deep down in her throat, and his heart shatters again, wondering when the last time was that someone was kind to her.

The next day, Dean is tortured again—and he hears her whimpering and the sound of machines whirring from the next room. He asks about her, and one of the wizards tells him it is an abomination, that they have to seal its power up with tattooed-on sigils every solstice and equinox, otherwise it would destroy the world. He says they call it Amara because it means “bitterness” or “sorrow,” literally, “I’m sorry that you were born.”

When the wizards heal Dean and lock up for the night, Amara creeps back in, skin red and face pale. Dean feels sick to his stomach, thinking about what this child has endured. He wonders what kind of creature she could be that could possibly begin to justify this sort of behavior. He usually has a good sense about people, and he doesn’t sense any particular evil coming off of her. He offers her his coat again, and she takes it, but then notices that he’s shivering, and tries to come close enough to give it to him instead. 

Dean of course refuses, and since she’s within arm’s reach, he gently eases the coat back around her shoulders. She immediately goes rigid, closing her eyes and biting her lip, expecting him to hurt her. Not wanting to startle her further, he doesn’t drop his hands like she burned him, but instead leaves one hand on her shoulder and gently takes her opposite hand with his own. 

He tells her softly that he’s not going to hurt her, and marvels at how freezing her hand is, rubbing it very lightly with his thumb. Her face slowly relaxes, and she opens her eyes to stare in wonder at her hand in his. After a few minutes he releases her, and she freezes for a moment before skittering away and settling down for the night—but she’s closer than she was last night.

Cut to Sam and Cas trying to rescue Dean, obviously.

The third day, the wizards get really nasty, and Dean is extremely sore despite the healing by the time night comes. Amara comes closer still, looking at him with what he thinks is concern. He comments on her name, and how he doesn’t like it—it sounds mean. He asks if he can give her a new name—a cooler name. What about “Anarchy?” That’s a really cool name—it means chaos and freedom. “Anny” for short. She nods. She keeps scooting closer by little and little, until he invites her over. She is so small that when she hesitantly sits down next to him, he can reach around her and in front of her to cup each of her icicle feet in one of his hands. Once again, that little sigh of contentedness twists at his heart. When was the last time this child was warm? She leans into him, and eventually curls up and goes to sleep in his arms. He has flashbacks of when Sam—when he was very, very young—would sneak into Dean’s bed if something went bump in the night. 

Cut to Sam and Cas again, getting close.

Dean resolves that when he escapes, he’s taking Anny with him. Whatever she is, she doesn’t deserve this. If she turns out to be dangerous later, then he’ll handle it. Day four of torture is the day they finally slip up—thinking he’s unconscious they go to transfer him from a table to a chair, and he lashes out and knocks them out before they can get a spell off. He steals their keys and runs around the corner to the alcove that basically serves as Anny’s bedroom. All she really has is a thin sleeping pad and a doll that she seems to have made out of wadded up rags. He tells her that they’re leaving—that he’s taking her away, and she panics, but he asks her to please, please trust him. She nods, still clearly terrified, and he sweeps her up into his arms, doll, jacket and all, and makes a run for it. 

They get as far as the garage before they are spotted and stopped, but by then Sam and Cas have found the place, they hear the scuffle and Dean swearing, and they swoop in to the rescue. Anny is petrified of the new people at first, but Dean insists that they’re his family, and they won’t hurt her either. Cas heals Dean’s injuries and then tries to heal Anny’s but even though she saw him heal Dean, she’s immediately petrified and shrinks away from his attempt to touch her. Dean tries to convince her that Cas isn’t going to hurt her, but she curls up into a little shaking ball and won’t uncurl until Cas has backed off.

They take her back to the bunker, and Dean sits in the back with Anny in his lap while Sam drives—a mark of how much he’s bonded with this weird child. Once they arrive, Sam figures out how to get the collar off

[elizabethrobertajones]

Comparing Season 6 and Season 10 - which one do you think makes more sense as a whole, which one better pulls of seeming like what happened/was revealed at the end of the season is what was supposed to happen/was planned all along?

I may be biased, but for me, season 6 by miles. And almost all of that is Edlund desperately cramming everything that had happened so far into something that either made sense or handwaved why it didn’t make sense in an effectively emotional enough episode that by the end of TMWWBK you sort of feel like you’ve actually got your answers and Cas has been completely honest and open with YOU at least, making it that much easier to handle what was going on. 

I think for me season 10 was poorly handled in ways that weren’t particularly well addressed and the only offered explanation ever was “oh it was Amara after all” which in the context of season 11 gives us some more characterisation to begin to pull things together, though without addressing everything. Still if we’re dealing with things as a whole, season 10 doesn’t have an episode that scrapes everything together in the post-Edlund era and what we get only within the confines of season 10 is extremely unsatisfactory, even if later canon eases it a little bit, along with just… not being actively in SPN season 10 as it airs :P 

Going off my memories of being in the fandom at the time, we had a lot of issues with things like 

Dean’s incomplete demon reversal (so far as in 10x02, written by Dabb who invented the cure repeating the correct steps, then in 10x03 Buckleming not following through with them)

“the river ends at the source” “never mind I was screwing with you”

Did Cain still have the Mark after 9x11? lasting drama until 10x14, and still debated afterwards especially by people who had thought he didn’t have the Mark and had passed it entirely to Dean now being very confused  

What the fuck was this about Lucifer having the Mark and how did that last minute addition affect everything? 

the Colette parallel being wildly mis-applied by fandom but also issues with the show’s fear to explore it leading to “we are all the colette” episodes with lasting drama until 10x22, where Charlie, Sam and Cas all variously and persistently seemed to be suggested to be capable of being a team effort to pull Dean out of the darkness. 10x22 also wasn’t enough to stop Dean, and the final confrontation was with Sam, I think a general consensus was - especially again with season 11′s help - that the memory of Mary drew him back/unleashed Amara metaphorically who unleashed Mary literally - it wasn’t a great note to end on without season 11 context (as a whole, so, like, a whole YEAR later) that Sam had “won” the battle to bring Dean back from himself where Cas had failed, and the subtext and show and fandom most of all had made SUCH a huge deal out of Colette, after 9x11 over-told her story instead of retelling Cain & Abel, that it was set up with the expectation that saving Dean was a romantic quest, not a brotherly one. 10x14 sort of helped set things to rights with the list, but the fighting about what it all meant at the time was AWFUL, and though I think I was right and the show bore that out and these days I type it all with confidence, I’m pretty sure there’s a ton of buried wank about it that could be dragged out if we want >.>

the fact there wasn’t really an overarcing Mark of Cain plot except “Dean is suffering” with the only 3 actual plot points they could do with it being demon!Dean, kill Cain, and remove Mark. Because of that, everything else is literally set-dressing to fill the time and add drama in between, but these were played with poorly and there wasn’t any subterfuge we weren’t in on (i.e. sam stealing the book) vs Cas betraying both the Winchesters and US. The only retcon offered in the end was Death’s exposition about the Darkness.

people literally forgetting which order episodes came out in and being very confused about why Amara wasn’t released when Dean was 14 in 10x12 even though he didn’t kill Cain for 2 more episodes (like, within weeks of 10x14 airing, I swear)

the understandable disappearance of Cole but bizarre application of that hunter called Rudy who popped up in his place and featured in 10x23 along with Cas for Dean’s guilt trip. Even if Cole and TAW sucked ass, it’s much easier to understand the emotional impact of what happened to Rudy if you assume he has the exact same backstory as Cole and the same nonsense happened to Dean twice in the same year :P 

Pre-season hype about Rowena made a huge deal out of the Grand Coven, and for a brief moment it seemed like there might be a witch plotline, including new lore dumps about different types of witches in 10x07, characters like Olivette the Hamster, etc, but they squandered her first season and 10x19 was as close as we got to any pay off to her actual storyline

Then Oskaar happened and that was like ??? Okay just introduce him in the second to last episode and throw us into that emotional situation 

the entire cure coming out of nowhere as a random last minute macguffin instead of having been anything they put together over the season - even though the book of the damned thing showed up in 10x11 it changed substantially from the clue Charlie left with (a less than 100 year old book with a library reference number found on an antique rare book website, based on a real book, which we all picked over and were left wondering if the plot was to be about some sort of occultism thing as a result) to a much different lore. Then there were a few episodes dealing with it and the codex, the actual spell had no real struggle, and Crowley delivered all the pieces while Cas stood around scowling and Rowena stood around in chains eye-rolling. Compare season 13′s pacing with Sam and Dean cobbling together what they needed from halfway through the season, and being on the mission to get to the AU from episode 9, with relatively little of the endless sitting around googling and being frustrated of past seasons but ESPECIALLY season 10 where Sam was futilely trawling the results of googling “mark of cain” from mid-late season 9 through to like, 10x18 when an actual brief plot appeared around it directly. 

I think all of it points to a problem of working forwards from where they were instead of backwards to tidy up what was left. In season 6 Edlund took as many loose plot threads, from how Sam lost his soul, what was up with Crowley and Cas, the angel war, explanations for Sam and Samuel working together, why eve happened, everything, and put it all together to explain the elements of the season so far in a new light. Despite how disastrous that season was, PRETENDING you knew like you meant to do it all along glosses over inconsistencies in Samuel’s story or Cas and Crowley’s 6x10 interactions, and makes them relatively inconsequential when most of the details add up. 

The same thing works with the Lucifer as Sam’s vessel storyline, in the sense that while Azazel’s plan is fucking ridiculous in its over-complex bizarre attempt to find a worthy true vessel that Heaven had fated, comparing season 1-2 to season 5 head on is bad, each season explains itself from the last in enough of a way and with enough knowledge of what already happened that really despite vast inconsistencies in the lore, by 5x22 we are pretty much all on board to accept the way it all played out because they use what was previously written to build up Sam’s arc, and little details thrown in towards the end like Brady and then Lucifer revealing ALL of Sam’s closer rando peeps had been demons, tidy up more and more loose ends and there’s left with plausible deniability about a lot of the issues.

In season 10 they kept on introducing elements instead of working with what they had already established, and also discarded what seemed like major plot hooks for Rowena and Cole, one annoyingly, one completely metatextually understandably and fuck TAW, I’m glad the show never brought Cole back as soon as rumours of him groping fans appeared, and it makes me genuinely trust that the SPN set is a safe place. But yeah. 

Things they set up and could have worked with, were the Cas’s grace arc, which was resolved to a small personal satisfaction to Cas without any major plot impact except we could stop worrying about when Cas would get sick and die from bad grace, or steal more. 

The demon!Dean issue was bad writing from Buckleming re: was he still a demon or not, but given Dean was supposed to be struggling with succumbing to darkness the season actually kept him almost completely level without any significant relapses, even after killing Cain. The sense of needing a functional Dean Winchester to keep hunting monsters and prop up the show as both the carrier of the mytharc, the emotional core, and the go-between between Sam and Cas even when the show was trying to figure out if Sam and Cas could function without Dean, it was all still so much about Dean that in 10x21 when they’re doing the cringeworthy “for Dean” thing and Rowena rolls her eyes like “I barely know the man”, I was actually applauding Buckleming snark thinking they maybe briefly had a handle on how ridiculous Dean’s position in the narrative was. (Listen, this was the last 10 minutes of my innocence about how awful Buckleming could be, leave past!me alone. She’s sweet and precious and not bitter :P) In any case, a more effective season would have utilised him more to slip and slide between light and dark and explore it in much deeper detail, but balancing that with a procedural formula doesn’t work as well and they were lacking enough philosophers on staff. I think the Dabb era writing team could handle it, because Yockey, Perez, and Glynn especially, who seems to have a psychology background based on her writing, all have a sharp attention to the exact things in emotional arcs that would have made it work better, even just as it was. Since this was a weaker writing team where Robbie, Bobo and Dabb episodes were little islands of excellence and the motw were fun but more shallow even with strong foreshadowing themes, it just didn’t pay off. 

I think the biggest waste of time was “the river ends at the source” which was either Buckleming trying to introduce a concept and hoping someone else dealt with it, or an agreed plot hook which never materialised, or Metatron literally spoke the truth, that the line had only ever been written to mess with us. However 10x23 could have actually included more of a “river ends at the source” sort of slant and had Death confirm it in so many words because Amara really did sort of seem to be the answer to the question. In 10x10 it seemed like they knew where the season was going, but by 10x17 it was obvious they DIDN’T, and it was during 10x18 that the plot actually got hashed out and Robbie was handed heavy revisions to make to change the Stynes to end of season villains and the Book of the Damned was going to be used how it was. I think this is really weak plotting, as someone who always puts in fun lines and then attempts like crazy to pay off on them. My first novel has the line “you can’t talk to me yet” and I play through that the whole book until they CAN talk and make it a major motif, goal and in the end try to explain it as best I can about how it’s all plot relevant and why using that for tension to put off the explanations and such was a valid thing to throw at my main character, and then the springboard to more adventure when she was ready for it. I literally do not understand putting a portentous line into your story, and not becoming desperately eager to answer it or twist something into revealing how it all fits at the end, if not basing your entire story off of it. Sam and Dean seemed wildly uncurious about how to apply that or what it means. 

In season 6 one of the more frustrating things is the “it’s all about the souls” line because Dean fails to investigate until someone or other rolls their eyes and makes it all clear to him. But we get a few more reminders in Cas’s presence, until we find out his plan, and Crowley repeats that line in 6x20 when making his sales pitch to Cas, if I’m remembering rightly (I hope so :/) and so despite Dean’s infuriating lack of investigation (not that he had a great deal of leads, but still - you could build a plot around it by GIVING him a lead, he’s the fictional character and you’re the writer :P) at the very least they repeat the motif in at least 6x17 and 6x20 to my memory, before the souls thing becomes a lot more obvious about Cas taking the purgatory souls and we’re allowed to actually discuss what he’s up to instead of the vague hints Atropos and Rachel give that they know his plans. 6x07 also hints early on that Purgatory is full of monster souls if you add it all up - the writers knew they were doing SOMETHING with this even if it took to the end of the season for it to all come together. (And that’s something that’s clearly and overarcing plot that Gamble oversaw because she wrote 6x11 and the line then appears in multiple episodes around the place, so that’s not just something Edlund tidied up but an actual effort to write the season well.)

Throwing aside the “river ends at the source” line is wildly frustrating because it wouldn’t have been too hard to apply it thematically and even keep Metatron being a douche while giving the viewer a pay off anyway for our own satisfaction, by showing it had been a theme all along anyway. You CAN squint at season 10 and analyse it through that lens but it’s exhausting when the show doesn’t give us the themes on a platter. It also shows that the plotting is careless and they’re experimenting, and rather than working with what they have, this is in a path of episodes where they’re discarding some plotlines, and we’re beginning to have end of season plotlines hastily pasted onto the end of the season, but they make very little of any of the work already done to build up the season as we’d seen it so far.

Add onto that Charlie being murdered for manpain to motivate some things into action and all the random elements being used, and the sense that Crowley, Cas and Rowena all abruptly ran out of a plotline that had been intended to utilise them and put on a side character duty away from Sam and Dean, the season is extremely messily and carelessly written, and without any real attention to detail to its own themes and characters and plotlines. Even if they’d gone into the season not particularly expecting where to go, they brought a lot to the table early on but then quickly wiped a lot of it off, and brought a lot more stuff to the table instead, which makes season 10 a really wonky, unfinished feeling product as a thing on its own, and the overall story is scrappy and carelessly plotted.

And that is speaking just about the easy plot stuff without getting into the absolute mess of speculation from the Destiel side of fandom wondering wtf was going on with the seeming build up to crypt scenes, colette, the grace cure, etc, that made up the bulk of the speculation but makes actually analysing expectations vs presented product completely impossible to evaluate on that side of things because as always Destiel speculation really overshoots what is expected and was really running wild at that point. I mean, not being judgemental because that was the year I was right in the thick of it. 3 years clear of it now, some of it seems really silly, but those 3 things all seemed clearly built up to our eyes, and we got the reverse crypt scene we’d been expecting since before the season started, and we got the Colette reference which slotted Cas firmly into place as a reminder of how Cain’s peeps lined up against Dean’s, as well as Cas asking Dean to stop, which satisfied the terms and conditions of Dean resisting walking in Cain’s footsteps with the overall set up of the scene. With the way Cas got his grace back and then some other rando cure popped up where Rowena of all people made the sacrifice, I really can’t help feeling like the conspiracy theorist who knows they were right but with the way it all shook out, only people who knew the conspiracy would understand how it didn’t happen and it’s very hard for me to look at that and say that some non-Cas-related cure was coming all along, given the conspicuous dropping of one plotline sort of day of picking up the next >.> But I’ll cede that from my position I might be a bit compromised on that one. 

Anyways. To me season 10 is a disaster that only season 11 really justifies, while season 6 has some truly low points but in the end the actual writing skill hauls it through so that it creates the illusion that there was consistency, if you ignore everything outside of the text suggesting it may have been as poorly planned as season 10. Planning isn’t everything - it’s what you do when confronted with the unplanned wire tangle in front of you that really marks how well they were written, and just shoving it under the table and putting a new wire tangle down vs actually unpicking it and making them as neat as possible? Gamble slam dunks Carver :P

[jupitermelichios]

this shot is making me want a ST/SPN crossover so bad, it's just a quintissentially supernatural shot, you know?

There's kind of three ways I can see that you could come at it, and I'm not going to write any of them but they're all fun to think about so here you go;

We move Sam & Dean's births back about 10 years, and John moves the family to Hawkins in the summer of '83, when Dean is 14 and Sam 10, and leaves the kids alone while he's off on a hunt. But what he doesn't know is that Papa has been (unbeknownst to him) collecting old Yellow Eyes's pet kids from the beginning, opening doorways to Limbo, and Azazel decides having Sam and Eleven in the same place is the perfect opportunity to nudge events a little, make it clear why messing with a demon's pet project is a very very bad idea.

We move the SPN boys back an entire generation, so Dean was now born when John was in the main continuity, and they roll into town in 87, chasing what they think is some kind of spirit, maybe witches, because none of the reports coming out of Hawkins make any sense, but they sure as hell sound like something needs killing. Cue the Winchesters trying to investigate and getting symied at every pass by a bunch of freshmen who definitely know more than they're letting on but just complain about their hair getting wet when Dean contrives to dump holy water on them. This has two branching pathways, either a) the brothers find out about the Upside Down but also realise there's not much they can do about it and leave, or b) Dustin works out they're ghost hunters so the kids set up a fake ghost for the Winchesters to hunt to keep them from seeing anything they shouldn't, or c) both at once.

We don't move anyone back in time, and Steve is an adult with a job and a flat but he never really lost that hypervigillance, so of course when something supernatural starts attacking people in his neighbourhood he notices, and of course he goes after it, and Sam and Dean are so fucking confused by this weirdo who apparently knows absolutely nothing about the Supernatural but doesn't even blink at the sight of a dead body, and tries to kill the feral vampire with a goddamned baseball bat full of nails and honestly does a pretty okay job of it as well, and even more confused when he responds to the news that he's only caught one of the nest by calling his family, who turn out to all be equally normal and equally middle aged and equally chill with the idea of beating something that looks human to death with their bare hands, and do it as a team like this is something they have experience with, even though none of them even recognise the vampires as vampires until Steve tells them. They just show up armed and ask what needs to be killed and refuse to take no for an answer when Dean tells them to leave it to the professionals. After they clear out the nest, Lucas bakes them a fucking cake to say thank you, and neither of the Winchesters have any fucking idea what's going on, but it's a pretty good cake.

Anyway if any of you want to try writing these, absolutely feel free, I have neither the time nor the inclination, but they were fun to think about!

this shot is so fucking slay like yeah give me a spin-off pls ty

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RELATIONSHIP / CONNECTIONS  CALL  !      /     because  everyone  else  seems  on  this  band  wagon  so  i  thought ,  hey ,  why  not !     i  could  always  use  more  stuff  for  all  my  characters !    just  hit  that  like  or  comment  or  just  IM  me  if  you’re  interested  in  anything !

LINK     :     22 ,  human  (  prev .  hylian  ) ,  male ,  asexual .

ROMANTIC  RELATIONSHIP  /  OPEN      :      while  i  am  partial  to  some  loz  ships  (  particularly  link/zelda  but  also  link/midna  &  link/malon  )   &  would  lean  towards  those  if  we  got  those  characters ,  i’m  also  not  against  simply  shipping  link  with  someone  he  meets  here  if  there’s  good  chemistry !     he’s  ace ,  sexuality  wise ,  but  for  sure  demi  romantic .   he  can  fall  hard  for  people  he  gets  close  to ,  male  or  female ,  he’ll  get  some  massive  heart  eyes .   plus ,  he’ll  defend  you  on  pain  of  death  always  if  he  has  to . PLATONIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      link  is  literally  the  softest  boy   &   deserves  all  the  friends  i  beg  of  you !    he’s  extremely  kind   &   very  easy  to  befriend .   literally  if  you’re  just  nice  to  him  he’ll  consider  you  a  friend  after  like  5  seconds   &  would  fight  god  with  a  stick  for  you  if  you  asked .

ROWENA  MACLEOD    :    300+   (  appears  roughly  40  ) ,  witch ,  female ,  pansexual .    (  @evliskank  )

 ROMANTIC  RELATIONSHIP  /  OPEN      :      open ,  yes ,  but  rowena  is  far  more  for  playful  flirting   &   meaningless  flings .    this  doesn’t  mean  i’m  against  a  serious  relationship  for  her  completely !    especially  after  this  event  as  rowena  will  be  losing  memory  of�� most  of  her  life  including  when  the  man  who  would  be  crowley’s  father  broke  her  heart   &   caused  her  view  of  love  as  weakness .    so ,  she  won’t  despise  the  thought  of  being  in  love .   however ,  as  her  memories  slowly  come  back  she’ll  become  more  callous  towards  it . PLATONIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      want  a  powerful  witch  friend  to  gossip  with ?   say  no  more .    rowena  isn’t  easy  to  befriend ,  however ,  but  it’s  not  impossible .   if  you’re  interested ,  we’ll  work  something  out ! ENEMIES  /  OPEN      :      rowena  makes  a  lot  more  unfriendly  relationships  than  she  does  friends .    if  you  guys  want  a  rivalry  that’d  be  awesome !    plus ,  we  can  even  look  into  a  frienemies  kinda  deal  if  you’re  into  that ,  too .

JESSE  TURNER    :    20 ,  cambion  (  half  human ,  half  demon  )  +  the  antichrist ,  male ,  homosexual .   (  @anitchrist  )

ROMANTIC  RELATIONSHIP  /  CLOSED      :      sorry ,  boys ,  the  antichrist  is  taken !    or  he  will  be .    loey  &   i  have  a  plotted  ship  to  come  for  jesse   &   jack  kline . PLATONIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      jesse  is  pissy ,  emo ,  sarcastic ,  &  a  down  right  loner   . . .   please ,  force  friendship  on  him .   i’m  especially  here  for  him  being  befriended  by  someone  who’s  all  sunshine  &  rainbows !    that  dynamic  would  be  great .     plus ,  who  doesn’t  wanna  be  friends  with  the  antichrist ,  am  i  right ? ENEMIES  /  OPEN      :      it’s  not  like  he  means  to  make  a  lot ,  but  jesse  can  be  off  putting  to  some  people .    particularly  this  is  open  to  anyone  who  plays  demons .    jesse ,  though  half  demon ,  hates  demonkind   &   thinks  them  pathetic   &   obnoxious .     he  wants  them  to  leave  him  alone .

THE  COLT    :    183  (  appears  roughly  early  30s  ) ,  human  (  humanized  gun  ) ,  male ,  pansexual .   (  @dustsanything  )

 ROMANTIC  RELATIONSHIP  /  OPEN      :      he’s  still  learning  about  being  human   &   feelings  like  this  but  i’d  be  very  entertained  to  see  him  in  a  relationship  tbh .     if  you  like  cowboys  who  used  to  be  literal  guns   &   have  a  slight  god  complex  then  i’ve  got  good  news !  PLATONIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      him   &   friends  he  makes  are  usually  amusing .   not  much  to  say  on  it  . . .  but  also  if  your  character  wants  some  protection  i’d  recommend  him .   he  doesn’t  play  games  in  defending  people  he  likes ,  usually ,  &  he’s  the  most  powerful  gun  in  the  world .   he’s  good  to  have  on  your  side .  ENEMIES  /  OPEN      :      probably  mostly  for  supernatural  creatures ,  seeing  as  he’s  sometimes  salty  towards  them ,  &  he’s  whats  made  to  kill  them .   plus ,  he’s  a  hitman  it’s  his  job !   he’s  bound  to  have  made  some  enemies .

AZAZEL    :    10,000+  (  appears  around  50s  ) ,  demon  (  prince  of  hell  ) ,  male ,  pansexual .   (  @yellweyes  )

 ROMANTIC  RELATIONSHIP  /  OPEN      :      uh  . . .   i  mean  i  guess  if  you’re  into  . . .  horrible  asshole  demons .    don’t  expect  anything  super  healthy  though .  PLATONIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      there  are  people  who  will  amuse  him   &   he’ll  choose  to  spend  time  around  them  for  that .   doesn’t  mean  he  cares  much  or  he’ll  do  much  for  you   . . .   but  he  likes  having  friends  for  entertainment .  ENEMIES  /  OPEN      :      look  he’s  terrible  he’ll  make  enemies  with  everyone .

OBI-WAN  “BEN”  KENOBI    :    40 ,  human  (  force  sensitive  ) ,  male ,  asexual .     (  @jedirelic  )

 ROMANTIC  RELATIONSHIP  /  OPEN      :      it’s  gonna  be  hard  for  him .    especially  seeing  as  he’s  A.  ace  as  hell   &   B.  has  the  jedi  code  still  very  imprinted  in  his  lifestyle .   plus  he’s  just  mega  depressed  from  a  lot   . . .   i  will  say ,  though ,  he  can  playfully  flirt  like  no  one’s  business .    there’s  not  much  meaning  ever  behind  it ,  but  he  thinks  flirting  is  fun .    he’s  a  master  at  flirting  but  has  the  romance  skill  of  a  bent  spoon .  PLATONIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      god  he’s  so  sad  he  needs  friends  again .   all  his  friends  are  dead  please  befriend  him  he’s  so  so  kind  he’s  just  tired  bc  the  world  hurt  him .

CAPTAIN  JAMES  KIRK    :    27 ,  human ,  male ,  bisexual .   (  @flvbov  )

 ROMANTIC  RELATIONSHIP  /  OPEN-ISH      :      i  say  ish  because  i’m   . . .   i’ve  been  playin  lowkey  but  tbh  spirk  is  everything  to  me   &   i’d  die  if  we  got  a  spock .    but  like  i’ll  think  about  it   . . .   he’ll  flirt  too  he’s  flirty .    so  flings  are  for  sure  something  we  can  talk  about  or  friends  with  benefits .  PLATONIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      he’s  SUCH  a  good  friend   &   he  loves  just  having  fun  honestly ?    he’s  very  interested  in  this  place  as  it  is  200  years  in  the  past  for  him .   he’s  excitable   &   fun .   kinda  like  a  puppy .

MERLIN    :    1,500+  (  appears  mid - late  twenties  ) ,  sorcerer ,  male ,  bisexual .   (  @magicitslf  )

 ROMANTIC  RELATIONSHIP  /  CLOSED      :      if  yall  don’t  think  him   &   arthur  are  endgame  as  all  get  out  then  i’ve  news  for  you .    merlin  can  be  flirty ,  though !    he  can  be  a  saucy  minx .    i  mean  just  watch  the  show  he’s  a  dumbass  but  i’m  pretty  sure  every  character  on  that  show  was  at  least  a  little  in  love  w/  merlin . PLATONIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      be  the  sweet  magic  boy’s  friend .    if  you’re  earth ,  you’ve  probably  heard  of  merlin  as  arthurian  legend  is  big  too .    also ,  this  goes  heavy  for  anyone  with  magic .   looking  at  you ,  hp  characters !    there’s  also  not  a  lot  he  wouldn’t  do  for  his  friends .    OH  ALSO  WITH  ANYONE  WHO  HAS  A  MUSE  THAT’S  A  PERSONIFIED  DRAGON !    bc  ik  there  are  some  got  dragons  around .    merlin  is  a  dragon  lord ,  basically  he’s  able  to  speak  in  the  dragon  tongue   &   can  command  dragons  when  he  does   &   the  cant  disobey  him .   he  loves  them .     ENEMIES  /  OPEN      :      are  you  someone  who  uses  magic  for  ill  will ?   guess  what !    merlin  isn’t  going  to  like  you .    he’s  also  got  strong  opinions   &   a  big  mouth  so  if  he  doesn’t  like  something  you’re  doing  you’ll  know .

HENRY  JEKYLL  /  EDWARD  HYDE    :    37 ,  human ,  male ,  heterosexual  but  this  could  change  idk .   (  @viceindulged  )

 ROMANTIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      he’s  married  to  science  but  he’s  also  a  sweet  man   . . .   well .   henry  is  nice .    scratch  that ,  he’s  kind  of  an  absolute  disaster  of  a  human  being  but  he’s  trying  his  best .   &   then  there’s  hyde  his  counterpart  who  is    . . .   just  plain  terrible .   for  sure  a  ship  with  him  would  be  angsty  as  all  get  out .    he’s  a  bit  terrified  of  loving  people ,  what  with  hyde  coming  out  on  his  own  now .  PLATONIC  RELATIONSHIPS  /  OPEN      :      he  needs  some  friends  to  support  him .   there’s  also  a  million   &   ten  plots  we  can  draw  up  for  them  discovering  about  hyde  &   trying  to  help  him  through  this  because  it’s  driving  him  insane  almost   &   tearing  him  apart .    he  just  really  needs  some  support .    also  if  y’all  have  any  sadistic  muses !   you  can  also  be  friends  with  hyde ! ENEMIES  /  OPEN      :      when  i  say  enemies  i  mean  people  who  meet  hyde  before  meeting  jekyll .    jekyll’s  nice ,  doesn’t  make  a  lot  of  people’s  bad  lists ,  but  hyde  is  horrid .   people  who  meet  hyde  can  hate  him   &   then  it  leads  for  a  ton  of  confusion  when  meeting  poor  jekyll  later   &   it  has  him  deal  with  the  repercussions  as  he’s  always  cleaning  up  hyde’s  messes .    enemies  also  work  for  people  who  end  up  befriending  hyde  also  being  enemies  to  jekyll .    most  people  who  are  an  enemy  of  one  will  be  friend  to  another .    there’s  also  the  idea  that  someone  thinks  he’s  just  unstable   &   unsafe  so  he  needs  to  go  altogether .