#He reacted as if he saw an angel which isn't so far from the truth

[vasito-de-leche]

would it be ok to request a fmn x reader type thing that goes into realizing he’s actually fallen for said reader ? (They can either be human or arcanist whichever interests u more!!),asking cause I saw that post u brought up and now im really curious is all I know your Getting a lot of asks for fmn so I apologize ehhf

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "fallen"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 600~ words. angst

all good, nonnie! I don't mind if someone decides to send 10 asks in a row with prompts for the same character lmfao, more power to you lolol

you didn't specify if you wanted headcanons or a fic, so I ended up writing a lil ficlet of the EXACT moment Forget Me Not realizes, which also doubles as the moment he confesses because this man is. a mess.

I also wanted to recapture the vibe from this other FMN fic tofocus on that FMN POV and how hes just. so fucking delusional and how none of the shit he thinks matches the things he does. his body and mind live entirely different realities and i think thats awesome of him

Forget Me Not realizes he's fallen for you the moment he's about to lose you.

Your fist collides against his chest in a weak attempt to push him away - even now, you don't hurt him as much as you should've. In this situation, you have every right to tear him to shreds. To rip him out of your life and throw him far, far away, left to rot.

But you could never do that to him. And that's what hurts him the most.

Because he's done so much worse to you.

This is the last argument you two will ever have, this is the one time he went too far - he's sure of it. Forget Me Not knows this, he's been preparing for this outcome for so long, he knows exactly how it will happen.

At some point, you're going to walk out of that door and never come back. This current expression of yours, the one that makes the knot in his throat tighten and tighten until he wishes he could swallow his own tongue and die on the spot, is the last image he will have of your face. Forget Me Not will think of you each and every night, every single hour of the day, until his memories of you become a poor, deluded simulacrum of what you two could've had or until he drinks himself into oblivion.

He will resent you for leaving and he will hate himself tenfold for allowing this to happen. He will be glad that you're gone, off to greener pastures, and then beg to any God out there for you to come back to him. All of this while he carries on about his day, unyielding and unmoving in his grief. An esteemed member of Manus Vindictae.

This is the day all of his paranoia is justified, but the one thing that throws him off is the suddenness of it all - Forget Me Not, despite constantly dreaming about the day you finally leave him, never expected this to happen so soon. Not on the day his heart finally allows him to admit he's fond of you.

The irony isn't lost on him, he finds it quite hilarious, truth be told.

You yell something he cannot register at him, your open palm pushing him further and further away. Limp and weak, Forget Me Not allows this, his back now resting against the window of his office. Through foggy glasses, he keeps his gaze on the floor hoping that you'll finally run out of things to say - but then, your face comes into view.

It's hard to see you in such a dazed state, and yet Forget Me Not recognizes this mess of blurry colors and shapes as the former love of his life. The sunlight coming from outside surrounds you in an angelical glow, you remain holy even when your fingers dig into his shoulders.

It doesn't hurt, though. He wishes it did. Forget Me Not does not deserve your love, but he will gladly accept your anger and hatred. Why is it so difficult for you to give him that? Why is it so hard for him to let go of you?

"Do you really have nothing to say?! Nothing at all? After all of that?"

Forget Me Not doesn't reply. He can't even remember the words that came out of his mouth to make you react like this. He's forgotten how to talk and just the thought of missing his lines is enough to humiliate him - you play your role so well, and here he is, fumbling the part. To match the crying saint in front of him, Forget Me Not needs to deliver the best performance of his life, a monster worthy of your divinity.

The Snake of The Walden stands tall and proud, looming over you (Forget Me Not stumbles and falls to his knees, unable to steady himself).

It coils itself around your hand, cold scales scratching against your skin (with shaking hands, he clings onto anything he can reach - your hands, your clothes)

Piercing eyes stare down at you, mocking and condescending in their superiority (everything is so blurry, so wet. why is he crying?)

Finally, the Snake speaks. The words that spill from its mouth are vile, rattling the foundation of the earth.

"I'm sorry, I love you."

[iwasbored777]

One day I hope someone will look at me like Gru was looking at Lucy when she arrived in that helicopter and saved his and Dru's lives you can tell bro fell in love all over again

[luna-almighty-god]

Guardian Angel N°4 [Sweet mistake, isn't it?]

Hello, here's the fourth chapter!

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

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First Chapter

Previous Chapter

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“You're still here?!”

Ink burst out laughing when he heard Horror's scream. He easily dodged a bone thrown in his direction and then dropped into the sofa, quietly putting his feet on the table:

“Indeed, this castle is very comfortable!”

The cannibal growled as he turned his head to the corridor:

“CHIEF! INK STILL HITS THE INLAY!”

To which Nightmare didn't respond, probably because he was tired of always interfering. It had been almost four days since the Creator had been quietly squatting in their house, and the bad guys kept trying to kick him out. At least, when they saw him at the beginning of the day, they attacked him. Then after a quarter of an hour of chasing, they would give up and go back to their activities, not without grumbling against the artist.

After all, Nightmare didn't order them to catch their enemy or even shoot him down. He himself, as he left his office, ignored Ink to continue his daily routine. See, sometimes the master of the house would sit down next to the painter to watch TV or just exchange a few words. If at first it had seemed strange to his henchmen, they had decided that a little truce wasn't so bad after all.

And so a fifth day went by. This time Ink was present for lunch and was happy to discover Horror's culinary talents. He joked with Dust and Killer, gave some tips to Cross so that he could dredge Dream without being caught by Nightmare ... and speaking of the nightmare master, he arrived towards the end of the lunch and sat down at the table, starting to eat while the others left the room.

Ink lingered however, smiling:

“I wasn't expecting this, but it's actually really cool at your place!

- Shut up, there's nothing cool about it!

- Ohlala, you're always so bad-faithful! Come on, admit it, you love them, your beloved henchmen!”

Nightmare glanced at him blackly, but did not attack him. That was also new: the goalkeeper took a lot out of him to stop his impulses, and that was really beneficial: his subordinates were less afraid of him, and he could now graze Killer without him panicking.

“Of course he loves them.” Nyx replied for him.

The other two jumped, barely holding back a cry of surprise. They turned back to their friend who had once again appeared out of nowhere and quietly settled down at the table, coming to dive into the still hot dish that hadn't been cleared.

“Horror cooks really well,” he commented.

- Don't be embarrassed.” Nightmare grumbled as he continued to eat himself.

Ink laughed softly:

“Hey Nyx. How's it going?

- Very well, my goodness. How are you? You look tired.”

The painter had a poor smile:

“Oh, yes, I haven't been sleeping much lately, but don't worry!

- Are you worried that Error won't come?”

Ink did not answer but his evasive look was a clear answer. Nyx smiled briefly:

“Don't worry. His patience has run out.”

His two comrades raised an eyebrow and looked at him, perplexed. They were about to interrogate him when they were interrupted by a loud noise. A noise coming from the entrance, followed by the cry of Dust.

Ink and Nightmare immediately abandoned their occupations to rush in from the ruckus, drawing their receptive weapons - brushes and tentacles - in preparation for battle. As for Nyx, he took another bite out of his meal, thinking that his role would soon come to an end.

When he reached the entrance, Ink froze as he recognized the magic of his opposite, and his body shuddered violently as he met the angry gaze of the Destroyer.

Error was in an uncontrollable rage:

“So you were hiding there you bastard!” cried the glitch who held Dust and Killer in his strings.

Seeing his lover in the hands of the Destroyer, Nightmare clenched his fists. He could have attacked but didn't want to take any ill-considered risks. He looked at Horror, who had fainted, having been thrown against a wall, and at Cross, who was also looking for an opening to attack despite a leg injury.

He scolded, the anger growing stronger and stronger:

“How dare you enter my house and attack my subordinates?!

- Shut up, you octopus!" Error replied. You have only what you deserve for taking MY painter from me!”

Despite the situation Ink felt violently blushed. However, he recovered by crossing Nightmare's icy gaze, took a breath and took a step:

“Error, could you...

- SHUT UP! ARE YOU HAVING FUN MAKING ME GO AROUND IN CIRCLES? YOU MUST HAVE LAUGHED WHEN YOU SAW ME LOOKING FOR YOU, EH? I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY!”

The Creator remained forbidden for a moment. Searching for him... ? Error had sought him?! He barely had time to be happy about it when he was attacked by Gasters Blasters. He dodged immediately, holding back a smile: he had missed his fights with his opposite, but now he couldn't give it his all. By then he was in the castle of Nightmare with the Bad Sanses.

He was taken by the Destroyer who suddenly teleported behind him. Damn, he didn't pay enough attention! He closed his eyes waiting for the impact, but a scream of rage and lack of pain made him open his eyes again. He realized that Nightmare had stepped in, grabbing Error with his tentacles.

Ink, although he blamed himself for doing this to his rival, took advantage of this moment to teleport himself back to Killer and Dust, immediately freeing them from their ties. He then turned his attention back to Error, who had managed to escape the tentacles and attacked Nightmare with all his might, his bugs becoming even more violent than usual.

Nightmare, who seemed to be hitting him with a bit of difficulty, couldn't help but giggle:

“You seem to be pissed off at the mistake! Yet it seemed to me that you didn't give a damn about the artist!

- I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CALLS HIM THAT!”

He was about to carry out a more violent attack but Ink intervened:

“ERROR THAT'S ENOUGH!”

And strangely enough, the Destroyer stopped dead in its tracks, while continuing to tremble with rage. The Creator looked him in the eyes, feverishly:

“Nightmare's right... You've always rejected me, always told me I was nothing to you... Why are you reacting like this?”

Error's anger was replaced by immense confusion, then by palpable shame. He calmed down completely, even taking a step backwards, while looking away:

“Shut up, it's nothing to do with that!”

Ink looked down:

“... You said you wanted to destroy me before Nightmare did, right?”

Error tensed up, looked at him with surprise:

“Wha... ?

- You wanted to kill me with your own hands, you were afraid that someone would steal this feat from you. Don't worry about that, no one took it out on me. But please, if you want to kill me... wait until we are in a quiet UA, where no one will get hurt...”

The Destroyer became livid... and threw himself on Ink, grabbing him by the shoulders with force:

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I NEVER...”

He paused, gritted his teeth, bowed his head as the Creator raised his.

“... I don't fucking... I don't get it either... I...”

But Ink was no longer paying attention to his words, too shocked by something else:

“... E.... Error, you...”

The one who was questioned did not understand, straightened his face, and became impoverished when he saw how close he was to his opposite. His discomfort only increased when Ink added, tears in his eyes:

“... You're touching me...”

Indeed, he had touched Ink of his own free will. It shocked him as much as the artist, and again there was a long silence. Silence that was cut short by Nightmare who grumbled, annoyed:

“Hey, there are rooms, assholes.”

Error tensed up and began to move backwards, but was held back by Ink, who grabbed his wrists and suddenly teleported them.

Nightmare looked up to the sky and joined his henchmen as they recovered from the attack. His footsteps naturally guided him towards Killer, whom he gently supported, before placing a hand on his cheek to force him to look at him:

“Are you all right?”

Killer got worse, unaccustomed to such attention.

*** ***

Error clenched his fists, confused, unable to speak while Ink, sitting right next to him, silently watched the sky of OuterTale.

This was one of the only things they had in common: their love for this universe, for the stars that overhung them, that offered them the most beautiful and peaceful of spectacles.

But the Destroyer was not in the mood on that day. No, he was far too uncomfortable to be able to relax and enjoy the view. Much too uncomfortable because of what had happened just a few minutes earlier. Too uncomfortable to have lost control, to have been weak, to have been feverish in front of Ink, and especially in the presence of Nightmare.

Damn... (Sighs) He weighed down, resting his chin on his arms, themselves resting on his bent legs. Ink's silence didn't help the situation. That filthy painter who had ignored him for weeks... To think that Error had worried, only to discover that his opposite was the Bad Sanses. That he HAD FUN with the Bad Sanses! Damn, the multiverse wasn't going well at all.

“You've really been looking for me... ?”

He jumped, turned to Ink who looked at him timidly, who didn't dare believe what the Destroyer had told him. The Destructor returned to look up at the sky, embarrassed:

“Perhaps...

- Yes or no?

- Damn the painter... Yes! Yes, I've been looking for you, you little...”

He grunted, holding back yet another insult, tensing up as he felt the gaze of the artist examining him, gauging him.

“Why?” Ink asked again, as if he had a sickly need to satisfy his curiosity.

Error bugged for a moment. What could he say to that? Not the truth. Certainly not the truth!

“I missed you...”

FUCK! THAT WAS THE TRUTH!

He slapped himself mentally not without noticing the stupefied expression on the face of his opposite. It almost made him laugh if he wasn't himself at his worst.

“... You missed me ... ? But you always pushed me away!”

Error growled again, coming to hide his face in his arms. He didn't want to continue this conversation, but he felt Ink would not let go of him. Then he sighed:

"Because you're a pain in the ass, always yelling and sticking me. But... But... But...”

He hesitated, searched for his words, before whispering softly:

“...in spite of everything, I care for you...”

Ink widened his eyes, his mouth wide open, unable to believe what he had just heard. He came a little closer to his opposite:

“Say that again?

- No,” he said.

- Error, please!

- NO!”

The artist puffed up his cheeks, crossed his arms and mimed sulking. This wrung a laugh from the glitch who gave him an amused look:

“You look stupid when you do that.”

Ink smiled back at him:

“I don't mind looking stupid if it makes you happy...”

At the same time, they both get angry and embarrassed by the line that had deliciously sounded in their ear canals.

Ink looked away, decided to change the subject:

“I'm going to have to apologize to Night for the ruckus...”

Night', this all too familiar name made Error frown and lose his smile. His rage suddenly returned, almost as strong as before, grabbing his soul with brutality. His magic crackled with anger, alerting Ink, who didn't have time to react: he found himself on the ground, the Destroyer above him, blocking his wrists and overhanging him with his whole body, giving him a black look.

“Only with me can you be this close. Only with me can you be as familiar. No one else.”

Ink felt a long shiver, both frightened and excited by this look, this voice.

“You are mine”

He came and kissed him violently, without trying to wait for his consent, wrenching a squeak out of the painter. He kissed him savagely, without the slightest restraint, attacking him as if to devour him, making him moan softly, provoking confused but full of desire cries as their two bodies stuck together, suddenly becoming far too hot despite the cool temperature of Outertale.

Ink felt himself caught in this wave of new sensations, didn't notice that his pupils were changing shape too quickly in the excitement. His lower abdomen made him shudder, made him moan again, as he responded as best he could to the onslaught, seeking to deepen the contact with his soul mate.

And in the midst of sighs and groans, as their caresses began to go much further, Ink clearly heard this murmur in his ear, this sigh released by his opposite:

“Don't ever leave me...”

*** ***

The next day, Nyx was visited by Nightmare and Ink. Like the first time, the one with the black bones took his place at the desk while the artist sat on the bed and the master of the house leaned against the wall.

Ink was the first to speak, with an angelic smile on his face:

“Error told me he missed me. He told me that even though I could be a pain in the ass, he cared about me a lot. This is clearly an innuendo to say that he loves me, isn't it?

- Depends, what did you do next? Nightmare asked.

- We had sex all night !”

The nightmare master almost choked, clearly not expecting such a cash answer. He grunted and flipped the painter's finger, which the painter happily returned to him. Nyx smiled his usual smile and scribbled on his notebook, before turning to Nightmare:

“What about you?

- Mm... I took care of Killer. For some reason I didn't understand, he was pissing me off. Then I found out that he was actually jealous that I was spending time with Ink.

- Did you like that?”

Nightmare had a grin:

“Many. It pushed him to take initiatives to show that I belonged to him, but in the end I was the one who got the upper hand.

- Hey, you act shocked when I mention it but you fucked your man too! Bouda Ink.

- Shut the fuck up! And we didn't fuck! We didn't...”

He blushes softly as he looks away:

“We made love. This is different.”

The eyes of the creator began to twinkle:

"So cute! And you finally said 'I love you'?!”

Nightmare became even redder and growled an insult. Nyx and Ink smiled broadly: thus, their friend had indeed passed the test! Everyone had finally gotten what they wanted!

“Ink! Chief! Let's eat!” Horror called from the kitchen.

The two didn't hesitate to head for the door, their stomachs screaming for food. Nightmare, however, stopped in the doorway, drawing the puzzled eyes of the other two. He seemed to think, then turned to Nyx:

“Do you want to come?”

The one with the black bones blinked his eyes, before letting a surprise look appear on his face:

“I thought I wasn't supposed to show my face?”

Embarrassed, Nightmare shrugged:

“Well, at this point...”

Ink smiles, waiting to see that Nightmare had finally accepted their friend.

Nyx also had a smile. A smile that was much bigger than usual, which showed the gentle warmth that had embraced his soul:

“Thank you for the offer, but I'm going to turn it down. I still have things to do.”

A little disappointed, the owner grumbled, but pretended not to:

“As you wish. I'll see you later.”

He left the room, followed by Ink who first made a small sign to Nyx.

Remaining alone in his room, the black-boned one held his notebook gently against him. Nightmare and Ink ... he was glad he hadn't made a mistake: those two had a much better side than he thought.

He tidied his things properly in his bag, then put it on his shoulder and looked one last time at the room he had occupied in recent weeks. Yes, he was really glad he had come here ... he was glad he had made a difference, that he had stopped that timeline from going as wrong as his own.

He had one last smile, listening to the distant laughter coming from the kitchen. And as he quietly teleported away from the castle, he couldn't stop his last words from escaping:

“Goodbye, fathers...”

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Credits =

Nightmare ->  Joku

Error -> LoverOfPiggies

Ink -> Myebi

Killer -> Rahafwabas

Cross -> Jakei

Dust -> Ask DustTale

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XXXIV

It was a love story from the very beginning

I can see your pain...

(8x08/8x10/8x13)

Hello my friends!! This is another meta from my meta series. Today I'm gonna talk about how Dean starts to see in Cas something is odd, he sees him sad, and depressed, and he begins to be worried about him.

I want to say thank you to my wonderful friend here, @agusvedder , she made the gifs for this meta and discussed the episodes with me.

Castiel's sadness

Knowing Cas from season 7 was depressed, and then that he wanted to stay in Purgatory, gave us a sad idea about how Castiel was feeling.

We are going to talk first about episode 8x08 Hunter Heroici, Dabb's episode.

Cas starts to share more time with their human friends. But he is still kind of clueless about humans, and everything. He's literal with words and human's expression, and that had been the fluel for a lot of jokes in the show.

When Dean and Cas were talking in that gas station, Dean was questioning what Castiel would do now, because it seems he was kind of glued to them. He thought maybe now that they're back on the road, Cas would do the things he used to do, angel's stuffs. But no, he's still there with them. So he had to ask him...

So is evident, Cas don't want to talk about angels, or Heaven, or coming back to Heaven, he's afraid, and ashamed, and it mortifies him. He needs to avoid anything that hot to do with his past, so he decided to stay with his humans friends. And imitate them. Because he sees in Dean and Sam two good humans that help people.

DEAN: So what now? Move to Vermont, open up a charming B&B?

CASTIEL No. I still want – I still need to help people. So... [smiles] I'm gonna become a hunter.

Is so important the switch in the words here... He changed the WANT for the NEED. He needs to hel people. Because he needs to do it, to feel better with himself. To get better from his sadness.

Castiel tries too hard to be a good hunter, but his lack of "humanity" makes it difficult. That's why he fails in everything he tries to do

And there's a little foreshadow hidden in this piece of dialogue... Trying to decipher the case of the man who's heart jumped out of his chest.

SAM: So he stashes his car at the park across the street, meets Olivia there.

DEAN: His wife probably found out about it, and it broke her heart.

SAM: So she breaks his. Sounds witchy.

DEAN: Yes, it does. Guy was living a lie, and it came back to bite him in the ticker. But nice job on the bladder infection.

He broke her heart so she broke his.

If this isn't a a foreshadow for the incoming crypt scene and for the season 9 scene in which Dean kicked off Cas from the bunker, I don't know what it is...

He was living a lie, that's for sure foreshadowing the crypt scene, when Dean will realize what was happening with Castiel.

Let's jump to the big Destiel dialogue now...

CASTIEL Your father... Beautiful handwriting.

DEAN How you feeling, Cas?

CASTIEL I'm fine.

DEAN Well, I just – I – I know that when... I got puked out of Purgatory, it took me a few weeks to... find my sea legs.

CASTIEL I'm fine.

DEAN Don't get me wrong. I'm – I’m happy you're back. I'm – I’m freaking thrilled. It's just this whole mysterious-resurrection thing – it always has one mother of a downside.

Dean is trying to make Cas talk, because he's seeing Cas is avoiding Heaven's topic. And maybe he's trying to get to him, talking about that huge experience they had in Purgatory. Trying to empathize with the angel...

CASTIEL: [closes the journal] So, what do you want me to do?

DEAN: Maybe take a trip upstairs.

CASTIEL: To Heaven?

DEAN: Yeah, poke around, see if the God squad can't tell us how you got out.

CASTIEL: No.

Dean is still feeling there's some piece missing, he needs answers, but he can't see far more... Cas is in pain, and he will know again and right in this scene.

Dean goes for the normal way to look things... Of course, angels would kill Cas, but the truth is worst than that...

Kill himself? Dean is in shock. And Sam is there interrupting.

Cas saw a way out from that conversation, so he ran away towards Sam, but Dean is so in alarm about what Cas had just said, that he can even get up from the bed. And while his brother are talking, he gave a quick glance to Cas... He's worried...

And this episode already gave us a guy with a blue tie, jumping out of the building, commiting suicide.

Acting awkwardly around you

We are still in episode 8x08, I will point two weird attitudes coming from Dean...

The first one is the classis "I'll watch over you."

Is a simple, honest angelical offer to make. Angel watch over humanity. And why not watch over Dean? Why not if Cas is an angel and that's what angels supposed to do.

But Dean takes this as another kind of offer, it makes him uncomfortable, just thinking about Cas standing there, watching him sleep... Is so "creepy" but mostly... Gay.

So he snapped off that idea "That's not gonna happen," making that face that show discomfort, and some kind of stress. He's very conscious about the offer, because he's in love with Castiel.

Then... We had the old lady scene... I found a couple of good points...

OLD WOMAN: You are so pretty, Charles.

(...) DEAN notices an attractive female CARER walk by.

Why is this immediately pointed after a lady calling Castiel pretty? Because Dean is conscious about that too... Cas is pretty, and then a pretty Young lady passed by and Dean goes there. Yeah. No homo. Is just subtext.

CASTIEL: That's not my name.

OLD WOMAN: Oh! You look so much like my third husband.

I don't know if someone already pointed this in the fandom but... Cassie/Lisa... Are one two... And now Castiel is the third for Dean. 🤣🤣🤣

And this one here...

OLD WOMAN Oh, my diamonds, yes. I hid them there. [to CASTIEL] I'm sorry, Charles. I didn't trust you. You were quite the bounder.

Okay... So Charles/Castiel is the binder, this is a funny foreshadow about what Cas would do to Dean... He will break his heart.

Jumping now to episode 8x10 Turn and Frayed

Not mention the scene in which Castiel actually is watching over Dean, I want to talk about the exaggerated and awkward reaction from Dean when CAS is standing behind him, and he opens his laptop, with the "Busty Asian Beauties" on it...

Why is he reacting like that? If Cas is a dude, and the normal reaction between dudes would be just poker face maybe a joke or wherever, but no. He's in front of his crush, people! He's ashamed! He even covers the screen with his hand!! He looks back to see if Cas is watching. He's ashamed because he cares about what As would think. Because he is in love with him. Okay I will repeat this a lot of times during season 8...

And this whole episode here is a parallel to 5x03, Free to be you and me, we even had an intent of date!

And Dean is flirting again, and watching Castiel mouth, then touching his own lips, I mean... This is it. This was another date between them. A hunting date. The whole episode my dears.

Dean is also feeling proud when CAS requested the ingredients list Kevin was writing. Yeah, this is my handsome angel friend, nothing he can't get.

In this episode, Dean and Sam saw Castiel had killed Samandriel, suspecting there was something really bad going on with the way Cas was behaving.

Bi Dean exposition

Episode 8x13 Everybody hates Hitler, written by Edlund, is a big Bi Dean exposition.

Before we will be talking about that, I want to point here, this scene...

Dean is avoiding Sam's gaze, he is like playing with some books, because he needs to make that question as if that was nothing, just a bro, worried about his best bro, so, yeah...

But while he's doing that, is plenty obvious to the audience, he's trying so hard, and he's really worried, and he's ashamed for asking that. Because he was trying to contact Cas and he didn't answer his phone, so he's really, REALLY, worried, and struggling with Castiel's absence.

But now let's talk about how he's bi self was exposed when he met the rabbi's grandson.

You already recall the scene in the restaurant. The guy and Dean exchanged gazes, and the rabbi's grandson flirted with him.

And when Dean went to face him, he got very VERY flustered, and everything was awkward, and he even gave the guy a flirting gaze... Okay... He named that MY GAY THING.

Now... Why is Dean disappointed in this dialogue... (Also, pay attention to the symbolism and the parallel is hidden here...)

BEARDED YOUNG MAN The rabbi who was murdered, Isaac Bass – he was my grandfather. That's why we're here. When you guys started to follow up on his case, we started following you.

This is placed after the episode in which the guys met his grandfather, so this is a parallel to that episode, but also, what is about to coming, is a Destiel brokenheart parallel (the crypt scene)

DEAN So, wait. What you're saying is that you and me – we, uh, didn't have a moment?

You and me. YOU AND ME. Not YOU, JUST YOU HAD A MOMENT WITH ME. BUT YOU AND ME!

Because Dean had a moment there too... He thought they, together, had a moment. (Bi Dean alarm sounding).

RABBI BASS’ GRANDSON No, man. I was tailing you.

Now... The deception, and the foreshadownfor the broken heart...

Cas I thought we had something special, you and me, but it looks like it was just me feeling that way...

DEAN [to SAM] Told you I was being followed. He was my gay thing.

[to RABBI BASS’ GRANDSON] It was really good. You really had me there. It was very smooth.

Trying to remain cool... But he fooled him.

He will feel fooled by Castiel too.

Can I die now? Okay, after finish this, then I die.

To Conclude

Episode 8x08 showed us a depressed Castiel, thinking about suicide, not being able to come back to Heaven, and trying to stay with Dean and Sam, trying to be a hunter like them, because they're role models to him. And he NEEDS to keep helping people, he need to feel himself as a good person.

We had a worried Dean and and awkward behavior coming from him, with huge heartbroken (crypt scene) foreshadow everywhere.

Episode 8x13 was exppsitional for Bi!Dean, and it had a lot of elements that acted like parallels with MoL legacy and, again, the crypt scene.

I hope you like this one, see you in the next Chronicles.

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Links are right here: vol. XXXI, XXXII and XXXIII.

Buenos Aires, October 23rd 2019 6:20 PM