#I actually really like the little snippets of dean and jack's relationship we got in the show
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dirtyrottenraskel · 4 years ago
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hey all!
little ~intro post~ ab me
this is a blog dedicated (mostly) to my drabbles and updates on my ao3 and sort of just my writing and headcannons in general
i’m pretty fond of posting those like bullet list fics in here, bc i have so many ideas and little snippets of stories but never time or energy or even desire really to flush a lot of them out into full length stories
i’d let u know what fandoms i write for but it’s pretty all over the place
rn it’s predominantly aftg, macdalton & atla tho
hope y’all enjoy perusing through my blog :))
wip’s & fics under the cut 
finished fics
i'm waiting on the rain to come (and wash it all away) - yueki - "In which Suki goes to the Northern Water Tribe to help facilitate international relationships, but she finally finds the space to fall apart, and maybe also fall in love.
when you are young, they assume you know nothing - jj/topper - “’You don’t have to go, you know,” he said, voice muffled by the jacket his face was tucked against.
Topper’s voice shook him loose from the memory, strained and thick with unshed tears. “I can’t, and you know it.”
“Yeah, I know. Still shitty though. I’ll come visit you on the mainland so much you’ll be sick of me, ok?” JJ whispered back.”
do they know it’s christmas - macdalton - “’Heard this was the place to get a tree ‘round here,” the man drawled.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, he had an accent. Something southern and easy, maybe Texan. Mac’s brain nearly short-circuited.
“Well, we got trees and we are right here, so we should be able to make something work for you guys today. I’m Mac,” he introduced himself, focusing very hard on getting his words out in the correct order. “I’m just the guy who ties things down, so feel free to look around, and give a holler when you find a tree you like, or if you have any questions.’”
if the world comes tumbling down - jj/topper - “Of course it was Topper who found him. After nearly drowning John B. it’s only fitting that the same guy would then pull JJ from the water, leaving a bloody trail up the sand before he grabbed JJ’s board as well.
Of course the guy JJ pulled a gun on is his knight in shiny fucking boat shoes.”
shake me down (cut my hair on a silver cloud) - macdalton - “It was a haircut. A goddamn haircut. Just a semi-uniform shortening of stands of keratin atop his head. It shouldn’t mean so much to him. And yet, it did.
Asking Jack to cut his hair for him felt like such an personal, intimate gesture that even the thought of it made Mac’s heart swell and stomach roll.” 
Blurred Lines - promtis - “He was sitting around the campfire with his boyfriends, half out of his chair with his hand outstretched. In it was a dagger, the blade in his palm, with the ornately carved handle facing Noct, and Prom having no recollection of how it got there.”
It’s All Yours - buckynat - “he taught her all he knew, and it was enough, but enough isn’t everything”
Sleep, Ya Idiot - stuckyony - “Tony never fucking sleeps. Even when he's in bed he never sleeps. Steve and Bucky decide to fix that.”
Just To See If I’m Alive - stony - “He froze in that ice and sometimes, it feels like they never completely thawed him out.”
posted wip’s 
about time we met, sweet cheeks - pipabeth - “Despite seeing her every single day, Annabeth had never actually introduced herself to the drop dead gorgeous woman running the tattoo shop across the street from her.”
you were more than just a dream - jj/topper - “It had been a weird couple of days.
First, he wakes up in Topper’s arms, in his freaking room, only to have the events of the past twelve hours come (painfully) crashing back to him.
Sometime during the night, they must have ended up in the bed, which means Topper must have carried him there. Again.”
why do you care, potter? - drarry - “All Draco wanted was to go out, drink and forget everything for a change. Potter, unfortunately, had other plans.”
Blue - destiel - “Dean was a fisherman, and something kept destroying his goddamn nets.”
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nellie-elizabeth · 5 years ago
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Supernatural: Raising Hell (15x02)
I swear, every time I see Buckleming's names attached to an episode of Supernatural, I try to keep an open mind. I try to believe that they'll pull out a decent episode, which on occasion, they have managed to do. But this one... Gosh. I don't even know where to start.
Cons:
So crowded! Always with the so, so crowded! There are so many things going on in this one episode that it's like I can't even catch my breath. And I do not mean that in a good way. We've got Rowena, we've got Kevin, we've got Ketch, Amara... all of these reappearances should have been really fun to see, but instead they are all so jumbled up and very few of the moments actually have the impact they should.
A main example of this is Kevin. What a lackluster return for such a beloved character! He's there, the boys are glad to see him, he depressingly leaves because apparently he can't get into Heaven since he's been in Hell this whole time. So that's... sad, and pointless. We find out in this episode that all this time, when we thought Kevin was at peace in Heaven, he's actually been in Hell because... Chuck is a dick, I guess? There's no explanation given for why God put Kevin in Hell. And now he's here, he's used as bait, and he decides to leave and wander the earth as a ghost because it's better than going back to Hell. Why would you bring back a fan favorite just to make his ending much sadder?
Also, Ketch and Rowena's sexual tension thing was so uncomfortable. This is part of another big problem I have with Buckleming episodes. Their dialogue is just bad. Not always, not every line, but there are enough awkward, stilted moments to make me cringe. All of the stuff with Rowena and Ketch was like that. There were clumsy exposition moments, and things that should have felt fraught and emotional, like the boys' reunion with Kevin, fell extremely flat. There are exceptions to this, and I'll talk about them in a moment, but for the most part even the stuff in this episode that would have worked, came across as much less than it should have.
And that's just an overall issue with this episode and others like it. So much happens, and as individual pieces, there's a great deal of potential here. But when it's all crammed together, it can't make a whole as strong as its parts.
Pros:
There are exceptions to what I've been saying above. Basically, the only things I can praise about this episode are little snippets, moments in the chaos that cut through the overcrowded and yet still lackluster totality.
Let's start with Chuck and Amara. I love that we're seeing a more human-ish side to Amara, which makes sense if she's been spending time in the human world, playing craps and getting massages in Reno. Chuck is hanging around because he's not at full strength, and Amara, when she realizes that he just needs her because he's hurt, decides to ditch him. It was cool to see her being a bad-ass who isn't about to stick around and take care of little bro. Chuck as a villain works so well, because we can now see every benevolent action he's ever taken over the years as just part of his game. He liked the Winchesters because they were interesting, because they did what he wanted and kept him entertained. Now, for the first time, he's in a weakened position and he truly doesn't have control. It seems clear he wants to write this world off and move on, but he's not at full strength, and Amara is his only hope. I'd love to see more of her, as she might be the solution to the need for an all-powerful being to help our heroes in their fight against God.
We see a brief moment where Sam and Chuck appear to still be linked through their injury. This is leading me to the natural (and devastating) conclusion that Sam will need to die in order to defeat Chuck, the ultimate Big Bad. We'll see if Supernatural decides to go the tragedy route. I really hope they don't, but in any case, I'm up for the angst along the way. We see that Dean is still tracking Sam's injury, and Sam is trying to brush it off as no big deal. Oh, this is going to hurt so good.
While I have many, many problems with the way Rowena was written in this episode, I continue to find the interplay between her and the Winchesters fascinating. These actors do a masterful job of conveying the complexity of their friendship in small moments, even when the script itself does not substantiate the relationship much. Dean and Rowena share a look of understanding and respect as the episode ends. Sam and Dean both seem genuinely grateful to see her, and it's telling in and of itself that she showed up to assist. Her ally-ship with the Winchesters is in some ways a lot more interesting than Crowley's relationship with them was in the later years. She's not still pretending to be their enemy, and yet of course she's not just their buddy with no complicating factors involved.
The same can actually be said for Ketch. So much about the British Men of Letters plot line was botched a few seasons back, but Ketch came out of it as a somewhat interesting relic. I like that he and Dean have this weird yet natural-seeming camaraderie. Dean was willing to shoot him when he was possessed, and Ketch doesn't seem to have hard feelings about that at all. They're just... like that. I could do without the Ketch/Rowena thing, but I wouldn't mind seeing Ketch around once or twice more this season (although, let's be real, it would have been kind of hilarious if Dean had actually killed him).
I'm disappointed in how little we got of Kevin, but it was still lovely to see Osric Chau. It's so cute to think of him having like... street cred in Hell because God himself sent him there. And as sad as his fate is, maybe there's a way to spin it in future episodes? Even if it's just a cameo, they could give Kevin a happier ultimate fate, depending on how this whole show winds up.
I've saved the Destiel of it all for last. See, when you get episodes like this, that are frantically paced and full of characters and action and plot, the moments that work the best are always the ones that slow down and take a beat, allow for the characters to shine and relationship dynamics to be explored. So here, we have Cas' only real scene in the episode - he's mostly just a background character, except for this one key moment, and it's one of the episode's only truly quality scenes. Not just for the fact that it involves Dean and Cas staring at each other while soft music plays in the background, and they have an angst-y talk about their relationship. I mean, all of that was great and my soul ascended instantly to heaven or whatever. But what's really great about this scene is the way it's solidifying the arc of the season, specifically the motivations and feelings of Dean Winchester, our protagonist. He said much the same thing to Sam last week, and here he's reiterating it to Cas - what is the point of anything? Was anything they've ever done real? If Chuck was pulling the strings all along? I think it's going to be particularly difficult for Dean to get out of that mindset, and it doesn't help that he's still angry with Cas. For Jack, for Mary. And he's still angry at the world for screwing him over. Again.
So yeah. For obvious reasons, I freakin' loved that scene, and I can't wait to see more of Cas and Dean's relationship angst for the rest of the season. I'm not quite naive enough to expect a romantic confirmation, but I do hope that their bond gets a focus in this final season. And while this episode wasn't exactly a winner in my books, there were plenty of little moments within it that make me excited about what comes next. And that promo... oh gosh. If Sam has to kill Rowena I'm going to cry so many tears.
7/10
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mattzerella-sticks · 6 years ago
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Behind Closed Doors (Sam-centric, Dean/Cas coda post 14x15 “Peace of Mind”)
Distractions. Sam needed distractions. If he was learning how to be comfortable in the Bunker again, he needed something that could keep the ghosts of his friends and teammates away. Dean and Cas drop the perfect one into his lap. Will it work, keep him tethered to a place he wants to call home. Or, as someone told him, is there no chance for his happiness - the price he pays by being a Winchester.
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           Sam stayed in the Bunker. It wasn’t easy, and there were times he wanted to leave. When Maggie and all the others’ ghosts struck him fiercely in their haunts, and he came to with tablet in one hand and keys in the other. Then he’d think of his family, of Dean and all the bags under his eyes. He made it all the way up the steps only to walk back down with his head hung in exhaustion.
           The fifth time that happened, Sam figured a change in scenery might help. Not in the way his body craved, sun in his face and miles away. He opted for somewhere closer, where they were lucky Michael found no one to kill.
           Surprisingly, the kitchen had been empty during his rampage. After the main room, it was the second hub where people gathered to talk and enjoy themselves. Cooking ten helpings of a regular meal, clinking glasses together to toast a hunt well done. Dean claimed the kitchen as his the second they found the Bunker, and after coming back from Michael was thrown off by the activity within. The learning curve on sharing was a harsh one, but Dean understood in the end. Now, even Sam could tell Dean missed it. He moved like he was accounting for others to be doing the same around him, as if he wasn’t the only cook left.
           Jack was there at the sink washing out a plastic container. Next to him there were a few more, each laid out and drying. Sam paused, unsure whether to disturb him. He waited too long. Jack finished and turned, catching Sam in the opening. Smiling, he placed the dishtowel down. “Sam,” he greeted, “how are you?”
           “I’m – uh…” Sam waved his tablet, “I’m reading.” Walking into the room, he glanced at the rows of Tupperware. “What’s all this?”
           Jack followed his stare. “Oh, I was cleaning these out for Dean. I was using them to hold different foods for Felix –“
           “Felix,” Sam said, “your snake right?”
           “Noah’s snake.”
           Sam frowned, “The Gorgon? Well, yeah it was – but he’s yours now.”
           Jack kept smiling, focused on all the drying containers; stare locked on the largest one. “He wasn’t mine, really. He wasn’t happy. But I think he’s happier now, where he is…”
           Sam’s brows rose to meet his hairline; thoughts whirring, trying to understand what Jack meant. Before he could ask though, a loud clatter sounded from the other side. They directed their attention back towards where Sam was, where Dean and Cas now stand.
           His brother and his angel friend met their questioning looks with easy grins, Dean’s wider than Cas’s. They walked forward, shoulders brushing with every step. Sam bet that their hands would have, too, if Dean’s weren’t occupied with a familiar-sized box.
           “Hey,” Dean said, “Family meeting?”
           Sam shook his head. “No, I just got here a few minutes ago.”
           “I was busy cleaning,” Jack told them, “Dean, you’ll be happy to see that all of your containers are now free for use again.”
           Dean deposited the box on the counter. “Really? So, what did Felix end up liking?”
           “It doesn’t matter,” Jack said, “Felix wouldn’t have ate because he was unhappy. So I made him happy.” His simple shrug unsettled Sam, as well as Cas. He noticed how he stiffened when Dean brought up the snake, and unusual sight when in the presence of his brother. His wide eyes met Sam’s from across the counter for a brief moment, but then they ducked back to the box, dragging it over to unravel the twine. Dean hadn’t noticed, instead repeating his brother's earlier expression. The question hanging around the snake goes unanswered, again, as Jack moved the conversation along to ask what Dean and Cas were doing.
           The easy set of his features returned as Dean described what happened. “So apparently while we were all doing… everything, a little day went by without me noticing. Luckily Cas here reminded me and we went out and remedied the situation.”
           “What day are you talking about?”
           Cas opened the box to show the others what was inside – a golden, flaky, and steaming pie. “Pie day,” Dean practically moaned.
           Sam rolled his eyes. “Dean, it’s not about pies, it’s about the math term. March 14th? Three-point-one-four –“
           “No math,” Dean cut him off with a weak glare, “you’ll only ruin its taste.” He slid the box over to him, his hands resting over Cas’s until the angel pulled away. It was a delayed response, the digits twitching before ultimately coming to rest under the table. Sam’s hackles rose.
           “I doubt explaining mathematical concepts will affect the pie’s tastes, Dean,” Jack said, his voice covered in the thinnest layer of confusion.
           Cas sighed. “It was a figure of speech, Jack. An irrational response since pie tends to make Dean go… crazy.”
           Dean snorted. “Not the only thing that does that…” he muttered under breath, his soft gaze at Cas very obvious to anyone watching like Sam was. “Although I was a little… excited –“
           “Excited?” Cas huffed, “If I weren’t driving we’d have ended up in an accident. Although maybe that’s what you were looking for with how you acted –“
           “Hey, your car could go faster than what you had her doing! I was only helping you get there –“
           “Pushing on my leg wasn’t helping,” the finger quotes made Dean snicker. “Besides,” he added, smirking, “Not like you could have actually force my foot down any harder onto the pedal.”
           Dean scowled at him. “You sped up a coupl’a times.”
           “Maybe I wanted to go faster?” Cas shrugged, stealing the pie back and walking around the counter towards the cutlery. “And was only humoring you by doing it when you pressed.”
           His comment caused Dean to gasp, flailing a hand over his chest. “I can’t believe!” he cried mockingly, “Cas? How low… and with the very car I gifted you? The hours I spent fixing it, painting it a color you’d like –“
           “Yes well,” Cas interrupted his routine with a slam of a drawer, “maybe you can do more for me and get plates out?”
           “I don’t need a plate, Cas –“
           “Plates.”
           Dean submitted, moving over to the cupboards on the other end of the kitchen counter. “Fine,” he sighed, “Sam, Jack – you want a slice?”
           Sam, too stunned by the exchange, said nothing. Jack declined, picking up a nearby book and moving over to the table across the room. While Dean and Cas worked, Sam left them as well to join Jack. While he engrossed himself in his book, Sam pretended to do the same with his tablet. However his eyes and mind were stuck on the other two men in the room.
           They returned to the counter, the pie unboxed. Surprisingly, Dean held two plates in hand. Sam watched Cas cut two slices out for Dean and himself. He didn’t know which was stranger – his brother willingly sharing pie or Cas having some for Dean’s sake. They all knew that food and angels were not on friendly terms. Still, Cas managed a thin slice onto the second plate. Dean made up for Cas’s portioning by slamming a large scoop of ice cream down next to it. He must have dug it out when Sam wasn’t looking.
           “Dean that’s far too much!”
           “C’mon, it brings out the flavor.”
           “I couldn’t really taste it to begin with.”
           “Then you need all the help you can get.”
           “I’m perfectly fine with – Dean!”
           Dean swiped a dollop of ice cream onto Cas’s nose, grinning all the while. Cas’s eyes crossed to try and see it. The vanilla melted almost instantly under his intense focus. “Dean,” Cas repeated, voice tinged with the usual bitter honey he coats his brother’s name in. The sweetness always came with a little bite, where Sam believed Cas infused a little of his grace into it – to reach that certain pitch on the gravel.
           Dean sighed, but cleaned him off with the very same finger that committed the crime. Then, he sucked it off. Maintaining eye contact with Cas the entire time. Sam blushed as he popped it out from behind his lips, like he saw something he shouldn’t.
           Which he might have? Dean and Cas near constantly kept conversations between themselves, Sam always getting snippets either at the tail end when their fire slowly returned to a simmer or relied on his understanding of Dean’s facial cues. Their relationship confused him, especially when they acted like this. Like they kept a secret in their smiles, only for the other to see. Like sometimes they could kill each other in one second and then never want to think of the possibility that harm could come their way.
           Like Justin and Cindy were supposed to be if it wasn’t ripped from the past and forced onto unsuspecting people.
           Sam’s heart skipped a beat, the connection that his brain rattled off immediately frying the entire system. At first he tried course correcting, that there were no similarities between his brother, his friend, and a married couple. He must have drawn the wrong conclusions.
           But was he wrong, given all that he’s seen? Dean and Cas converse in their own language, one seeped in subtext that Sam never had the time to analyze. He still doesn’t, except with how they’re acting now there’s no other way to read. It took half a second to name the emotion humming under each careful touch. Love.
           They wrapped up meal prep, Cas putting the desserts away. Dean carried his pie over to their table, and Sam busied himself with the tablet. Clicking blindly, he was glad to land on an app that made him look like he wasn’t spying. It was very obvious, his shock barely hiding his reactions. Luckily Dean and Cas were too wrapped up in each other to notice.
           Dean ruffled Jack’s hair, drawing him away from his book. Sam pretended to be put out by his interruption. “I know you two nerds don’t want pie, but me ‘n’ Cas are gonna put on some flicks, we’re doing it roulette style so who knows what we’ll land on,” he turned to Sam, “it’ll be fun, getting out of our heads and shutting that shit off for awhile.”
           Cas joined them with his own plate in hand, slotting into the space next to Dean so only their shoulders touched. It felt right, seeing them together. The longer his realization stuck the better he seemed about it. So Sam shook his head and waved his tablet at them. “Sorry, but I’m already having my own fun.”
           “You sure?”
           “Yes.”
           Shrugging, he moved onto Jack. “What about you? If you want you can even let the snake watch – but I better not see it slither anywhere!”
           Jack smiled and declined as well. “And don’t worry, Dean, the snake won’t be a problem anymore.”
           Sam’s nerves stung like they did earlier, back when Jack made a similar comment. Cas must have installed the same alarm system Sam had, as his spine stood as straight as his. Dean let the words fall to the side, the only signs he heard it being the odd tilt of his head and squint that was better suited for Cas.
           He opened his mouth, as if to ask Jack to clarify. Cas stopped him, tugging at his sleeve. “C’mon,” he said, “We don’t have a lot of time to enjoy our meal before the ice cream melts…”
           “That’d be criminal,” Dean chuckled, Jack's warning forgotten. “All right, we’ll be in the Cave if you need us. Don’t do that unless it’s necessary.” He led them out, his hands placed possessively around his favorite things – one on his plate of pie and the other Cas’s shoulder.
           Sam waited until they were a good ways away, then pushed his tablet to the side. He reached across for Jack’s book and laid it on top of his device. “Hey,” Jack said, “I was reading that.”
           “Can I ask you something?”
           Jack leaned his head to the right. “Of course.”
           “What do you think of Dean and Cas?”
           Jack frowned. “What do I think?” he parroted, “Well, Dean is very funny and kind… he’s been checking in on me when he can, even though I know he’s been tired. And Cas is loyal, always willing to go the extra mile to make me more comfortable. Both of them have been a little… much recently, but it comes from a good place –“
           “No, no,” Sam said, “What do you think about… them.”
           “I – I don’t think I understand your question?”
           “Them,” he stressed, again, “Y’know… Dean and Cas. Them…” he threaded his fingers together. “Together.”
           “Together… oh!” he said, “You’re asking me about the relationship between Dean and Cas.”
           “So there is one?”
           “No,” Jack told him, “Not in the way you’re thinking.”
           Sam screwed his eyebrows together in confusion. “Are you sure?” he asked, “I mean, they were acting like a married couple.”
           “Yes, I’ve observed their actions around each other, their behaviors. Dean and Cas match everything that I’ve learned when it comes to love and commitment and ‘good relationships’,” his air quotes reminded Sam so much of Cas, he nearly rolled his eyes, “Except if you were to ask, I’m sure they wouldn’t admit to being one.”
           Sam sprung back, shocked. “What – are you serious? Have you… have you asked?”
           “No,” Jack said, “I just… know.”
           “You do?”
           “Maybe it’s because of my powers,” Jack shrugged, “Or it’s something leftover from Michael I can’t really explain… I do, though.”
           He ran a hand through his hair, mulling over Jack’s words. “They’re not together but… but there’s something there, right.”
           “Well I would think that’s obvious, even without my powers.”
           “I mean, yeah…”
           Jack blinked his doe-like eyes at Sam. “It’s not a bad thing, right?”
           “No! No, it’s… it’s unexpected,” Sam explained, “I mean, not really that unexpected. I’ll admit I had some suspicion but…”
           “But what?”
           “Well, when Cas… died, the day you were born, Dean was devastated,” he said, “Unlike anytime I’ve seen him before, even different then after all the other ways we lost Cas over the years.”
           “I remember that,” Jack nodded, “Dean was… not the best to be around.”
           “Understatement,” Sam scoffed, “Anyway I had inklings that maybe there was something… more than friendly feelings. But when he came back Dean did… well, he didn’t do what I thought a Dean in love would do. I mean they hugged, and Dean smiled and was excited for life and… there wasn’t a kiss. Figured I let my imagination run wild because of Dean’s grief. Because there was no grand change in their relationship – no cosmic shift.”
           “…Should there have been?”
           It was a simple question, but it struck at the core of Sam’s understanding of his brother. He repeated the question to himself, searching the wood grains in the table underneath him. They weren’t found there, instead hidden within the memories he peeled back to study.
           Dean put on airs, puffed his chest bigger than it was. He acted like the overconfident flirt, with a cocky attitude and devil-may-care attitude. It was all a trap he wanted others to fall for, so as to not see what was slumbering underneath. His bravado nothing more than smoke and mirrors that Sam, once more, fell for.
           There wouldn’t have been any grand gestures. When Dean cared, he showed it in ways you wouldn’t notice unless you really looked at it. Smothered down the intense feeling behind simple actions, blowing it off as if what he did meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. Like his feelings weren’t a big deal.
           And seeing how Cas learned everything about humanity from his brother, Sam knew his friend was the same.
           They showed their love in different ways. Dean opened himself up to Cas. And Cas stayed with Dean. To them, those were the same as moving mountains and bottling sunshine.
           “No,” Sam said, smiling once more, “Not for them.”
           “I agree,” Jack told him, “Their pace might be maddening for some, but the gradualness of it seems fine for both of them.” He stood, then, shrugging. “Although they may never reach the tipping point, how they do things.”
           “What do you mean?” An icicle plunged from above and into his heart at Jack’s apathetic phrasing. “Don’t you want them together? Don’t they want to be with each other?”
           “Well of course,” Jack said, “It’s nice what they have now, but it’ll never be anything more. They won’t let themselves have anything more. When it comes down to it, we’re Winchesters. The needs of others matter more than what we want. We’ll always be pushing our happiness away so others can enjoy it. Always doing what’s best for others when they have no power to.”
           Sam deflated at Jack’s somber message, his barbed comments stinging. Jack stared at Sam, a knowing look to his eye that tickled his hunter’s instincts. The irritation stayed with him, even as Jack left. “I’m going to finish this in my room,” he said, “Goodbye Sam.”
           The loneliness weighed on him, more than ever in that moment. Jack’s words played on repeat, causing Sam to spiral within. At his lowest, a lone voice broke though the pessimistic mission statement of his family. It wasn’t Dean’s or Cas’s, Jack’s, even Sam’s.
           It was Maggie’s. “Sam!”
           He startled, whirling around, trying to find her. He only realized, seconds later, where her voice came from. Swallowing the thick chord of nerves that lodged in his throat, Sam shuddered.
           Staying in the Bunker would help. It’s his home; he won’t let it be taken from him.
           Still, Sam pulled his phone out and dialed for Mary. “Hey mom,” he said, “What’s up? Nothing really… …Why am I calling? Well I wanted to see if you needed any help on a hunt. …Resting? Sure, I had my fill but…” Sam glanced at where Jack left, “but I don’t really have the luxury of resting. Other people need me, now more than ever.” Sam listened as Mary sighed over the line. She drew the conversation out longer, checking to make sure he was committed to helping. Ultimately, she relayed the information to him.
           He hung up; assuring her he’d be on the road in fifteen. It didn’t take long for him to gather his things. The real delay came from debating how to tell Dean. Sam settled on a note, left out on the counter for anyone to find.
           His brother would be angry. Dean would call and text, clipped things where the annoyance was clear as the sun on a cloudless day. But he’d understand.
           Because Sam stayed in the Bunker. He stayed for as long as he could. It wasn’t easy, with ghosts all around. His time was better spent helping the ones that could move on.
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nickelkeep · 6 years ago
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Timing and Opportunity
Honestly, Donna knew that Jody wasn’t that fond of her when they first met at the Sheriff’s retreat. She was over-friendly, trying to get back in the graces of her ex-husband Doug. So, she was surprised that with their initial meeting being so rough, Jody had stood up for her. She had told Doug off and given Donna reason to believe in herself. Then there was the whole incident with Vampires and getting a rude awakening to the world of supernatural things. Jody could have dumped her on Sam and Dean to get more of an introduction into Hunting, but she chose to take it upon herself.
They had exchanged numbers and other information before Jody left to go to Sioux Falls, but Donna didn’t expect much to come out of it. Perhaps an occasional check-in or to let the other know that there was a hunt in their area. When Jody’s first text was just a couple days later asking how she was doing, it was a pleasant surprise. They texted back and forth for an hour, that first time, just talking about little snippets of their day. Donna found out about Jody’s surrogate daughter Alex. Jody learned about Donna’s love of Karaoke.
When Donna had another case show up in her jurisdiction, the first person she wanted to call for help was Jody. She had her thumb hovering over the call button, but in the end, she called Sam and Dean instead. She found herself wanting to impress Jody. Calling her for help would be the last thing to impress her in Donna’s mind. The boys arrived, and they quickly helped her clean up the case involving multiple cursed objects. They also pushed her into giving a chance to her Deputy, Doug, who had unknowingly helped them get rid of the items.
After Sam and Dean had left, she texted Jody to talk about the hunt. There were congratulations: For figuring out what the issue was, for getting rid of all the cursed objects keeping the spirit stuck, and for getting back out there and dating again. But that last one bothered Donna. Doug was definitely a nice guy, even though he shared a name with her ex-husband. Jody mimicked what the boys had said. He deserved a chance, she deserved to be happy. But if you had asked Donna then, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you why she was upset that Jody was happy for her.
Despite Donna’s irritation with the whole scenario, she kept up a façade for their friendship’s sake. Jody had done nothing wrong. Donna knew that. And Jody didn’t deserve to be treated differently because of some weird feeling that she was having. So, their texting continued, and nothing appeared to be any different than usual. Until their routine changed.
Donna’s cell phone rang. It wasn’t a notification, it was actually ringing. Jody was calling, and unless something was terribly wrong, there shouldn’t be a reason for her to call.
“Jody?”
“Hey, Donna, how are you?”
“I’m doin’ alright, ya know. You?” Donna tried to sound casual, but she was unable to cover the concern in her voice.
“I’m ok, Donna.” Jody’s voice was calm and soothing, “But I want you to tell me the truth. Something’s different.”
Donna felt like the child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Whatcha mean?”
“I mean that you’ve been slower to respond. You’ve been giving shorter answers.” Jody paused for a moment. “Did I do something to upset you?”
Donna’s heart dropped. “No, Sunshine. I promise. It’s been kinda tense on my side the past couple of weeks since that hunt.”
“Everything ok with you and Doug?”
“Still new. Couple of Dates.”
“Donna,” Jody’s voice cut straight through to the point. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, I don’t have very many friends. Sure, I have the people in town, a few other hunters as acquaintances. But you’ve quickly become my best friend. Silly quirks and all.”
“Really?”
“Really. Which is why I’ve noticed something is up.”
“Just some stress. I promise.”
Jody let out a sigh. “Ok, but you also need to promise me that if something else happens, you’ll tell me immediately?”
“Yeah, Jody I will.”
“Good. Now. Tell me about your day.”
***
Their routine changed from there. They would tell each other their schedules for the week. They planned daily phone calls, even though they texted throughout the day. They also made time to spend the occasional weekend together, either at Donna’s lake cabin – which the brothers and Jody had now commandeered as a safe house – or Donna would happily make the eight-hour trip to Sioux Falls. The trips to Sioux Falls were more frequent, as Jody now had a second surrogate daughter, Claire. While both girls were old enough to be on their own – Claire went on hunts on her own – Jody was quite the bit of the mother hen.
Doug would joke when Donna and Jody were on the phone or were planning one of their meetups. He would state that he’s the third wheel in their relationship. That there was no coming between the two ladies. Donna appreciated that Doug respected their friendship. He always kept the jokes polite. Doug had told Donna once that she and Jody were like peas and carrots, peanut butter and jelly, or even thunder and lightning.
The comparisons always made Donna smile. Especially the thunder and lightning. They were fierce, strong women. Where one would go, the other would follow. Which made the phone call from Jody asking her to meet Alex at her cabin heartbreaking. Jody was going with the Winchester clan to take out the British Men of Letters. It was one of the few times they fought. Donna had pleaded to let anyone else go with the boys, but Jody wasn’t having it.
“Donna, you know they wouldn’t ask if they didn’t need me.”
“Please Jody, ya know I need ya too. There’s gotta be someone else who can help too.” Donna cursed herself for sounding needy.
“I promise to be safe. It’s not just me and Sam and Dean. Mary will be there, and we’ve got another 3 or 4 hunters too. We’re going to kick the Brits out of the States Revolutionary War style.”
“But you’re still worried enough to send Alex away.”
“Per the boys, they have Dossiers on us. On all of us. That means you too. We need to do this. If this information gets out, you know what that can do. Claire isn’t around, and I know she can take care of herself.” Jody’s voice broke. “Keep Alex safe. You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
“Dammit, Jody.” Donna willed herself not to cry. “Please be safe, ok? I’ll meet Alex at the cabin.”
“I will, and you will be the first person I call when it’s over, just like always.”
***
Jody had called again. The Brothers had gone missing, and she needed Donna’s help. As far as the two could tell, they had been hopping through rifts looking for Mary and Jack. Donna dropped everything and asked Doug to man the station.
Doug looked at her sadly but smiled. “Donna, you know I believe in soulmates, right?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s ok if I’m not yours, ya know.” He nodded towards the door. “Go help out Jody. Must be a pretty bad perp if she’s calling in the big guns from Minnesota.”
“Thank you, Doug.” Donna ran out to her truck and started the trek to Sioux Falls.
***
Claire’s loss had been Donna’s realization. Doug planted the seed but watching the pain that the young woman was going through nurtured the feeling that Donna could never figure out. It felt shitty. All Donna wanted to do was comfort the young hunter over the loss of her first love, but at the same time, she wanted to wrap her arms around Jody and tell her how much she loved her. She had almost lost Jody twice in such a short period.
She watched as Jody went to go comfort Claire. Would Jody even return her feelings? Why was she even thinking about this right now? Donna grabbed the broom and dustpan from the kitchen and started sweeping the glass from where the creatures had crashed through the front window. She had to stop thinking about it. As Donna swept the glass into the dustpan, another thought solemnly crossed her mind.
***
Doug.
Donna would have an answer about Doug just a few short weeks later. She had been trying to figure out a way to break up with him. She was always the one who was dumped. She never got to tell someone it was over. Hell, even at the Sheriff retreat when she was trying to rekindle with her ex-husband, Jody had been the one to end that relationship for her.
When Wendy was kidnapped, all hell broke loose. She called in a favor with Dean and Sam. While she wasn’t one-hundred percent sure it was supernatural, she wanted another set of eyes on the case with her. Doug wasn’t leaving her side either. She had forgotten about wanting to break up with Doug, she was laser-focused on getting her niece back. She didn’t think twice about telling Doug about the supernatural world.
When Doug was bitten by the Vamp, her heart had dropped. Her fear of losing someone she cared about was coming true. She and Dean were able to reverse the process, but all Donna could think about was what if that had been Jody. Sure, she would have been sad about Doug if he had been fully turned, but she could have decapitated him. If it had been Jody, she didn’t know what she would do.
After rescuing Wendy, Doug broke up with her. He told her that he loved her and thought that she was a “big damn hero,” but that he couldn’t be with her. He couldn’t be with someone that fought the monsters that hid under the bed. And Sam, bless him, thought that her tears were of sadness. He had witnessed the whole break up. He gave her a pep talk and said that it was best to let him go and let him be a civilian. She didn’t have it in her heart to tell him that he was wrong. She was the happiest she had been in years.
Now she only had to find a way to tell Jody that she loved her.
***
Donna called Jody on their lunch break. They had timed it almost perfectly today. “Ya know Jody, ya need a hobby.” Donna could imagine Jody’s eye roll perfectly. “Yer either working or yer on a hunt. It ain’t healthy dontcha know.”
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mittensmorgul · 6 years ago
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This may seem like an odd question, but how do you think destiel originated in the narrative? Was it always written in? Or do you think it was the chemistry between misha and jensen that instigated it? (Or maybe some other reason...?) I'm kind of curious how Jensen, a seriously good actor, would let the "eyesex" we see just happen accidentally... There had to be some level of intentionality in the early seasons, right? Idk, im sure there's a lot we cant know there, but im curious what you think
Hi there! And first off, I think I need to stamp a big flashing disclaimer label at the top of this one, because I see a lot of well-intentioned but often cringingly misinformed or outright stabs in the dark or assumptions presented as “obvious fact,” and heck... 
I am not affiliated with the staff of the show. I don’t know what the inside of any of the writers’ or showrunners’ heads look like, you know? All I know is what I’ve heard from their own mouths over the years, which I’ve tried to piece together logically. I’m not here to present this as some sort of “document of absolute, unassailable fact,” but “this is what logic would lead me to believe personally.”
But there are some important facts to bear in mind while asking oneself how destiel came to be, and how (and why) it evolved.
First off, there’s this assumption which is arguably incorrect that Kripke began Supernatural from the pilot episode with some Grand Vision of a complete five season arc. And he himself has made numerous statements invalidating that belief. We know for a fact that his “original vision” for the show boiled down to “star wars in truck stop america” where two plucky ghost hunters drove around confronting urban legends and myths that were real in their universe. I mean, just look at the first half of s1. It’s all MotW style episodes that lay out the groundwork of the universe’s mythology.
At the start of the series, Demons were so far above the Winchesters’ pay grade, and Kripke joked about how he would never introduce Angels as part of that universe. It was a running theme in the writers’ room from the start of the series. No angels.
And then the writers’ strike happened, leaving them with a truncated s3 and no room to write themselves out of the corner they’d backed themselves into. Dean landed in Hell, and Kripke relented, with “okay, angels, but only if they’re dicks.”
I think it was likely only part of the way into s4 where Kripke stopped fearing that they might or might not get a renewal for s5 when he set about the whole Apocalypse Arc, with 5.22 as a theoretical end of the series. He has said this himself, that it was Misha joining the show that finally gave him a little breathing room to plan for the future of the series in this way.
And remember also that Misha was originally only scripted and contracted to appear in three episodes. At the beginning of s4, even Kripke hadn’t planned out the fate of his universe beyond that.
So while viewers saw 4.01 and the barn scene and immediately began shipping the thing, because that’s what shippers do, I don’t believe that Castiel was (even in Kripke’s wildest imagination) scripted to take on such a large role in canon.
So while Shipper Zero (waves hi at @k-vichan) was already making a case for destiel, Kripke was still focused on making the ratings to even THINK about planning a two season arc to stop the apocalypse. It just so happened that Castiel-- a character that Kripke had never intended to write (NO ANGELS!)-- became the hook on which his vision for the theoretical end run of his little series hung.
From his first appearance, it was clear that Castiel’s closest tie was with Dean. He pulled Dean out of Hell, and as we see unfold over the course of s4, Cas had been charged by Heaven to essentially shepherd Dean through all the necessary paces to make sure that Heaven’s will was served. Even Cas had been misled on what Heaven’s true objectives were, leading to that HUGE moment in 4.22 where Cas was forced to choose a side, and because of Dean’s influence, he rejected Heaven and chose Humanity.
Now, I don’t believe that was written as some sort of great romantic gesture, you know? Because we all know that despite what Dean and Cas struggle through together over the rest of s5, Cas’s duty returns to Heaven as soon as the apocalypse is thwarted. If Kripke’s “original vision” for the end of s5 had stood as the series end, that would’ve been the last time that Dean ever saw Cas. So... not exactly the stuff of shipper dreams, you know?
But Kripke passed the reins to Sera Gamble and s6 marched onward. The intent was to write Castiel out permanently, and thanks to Ben Edlund and 6.20 for giving Cas a voice before his inevitable demise, we end up with this bit of canonical personal betrayal and heartbreak between Dean and Cas.
Granted, going in to s6, Gamble was planning for and writing a single season arc, because she no longer had that assumption of continuing past s6. I think a lot of the romantic tropey stuff in s6 only slipped in because there was the belief at the time that a) Castiel wasn’t intended to survive the season and this is all swell but it’s never going to amount to anything but Manpain for Dean, and b) there was no guarantee they’d even be picked up for s7 to have to deal with the consequences of these choices anyway.
but then... whoopsie... they had s7 to deal with. Including spiraling ratings. By 7.17 when Cas miraculously came back, I think they’d sort of written themselves into this particular corner. Yeah, choices were made in how Cas’s return happened, but after 15 episodes of Dean mourning Cas (and Bobby, and pretty much everything else in his life up to and including Sam by 7.17), the one thing he got back first was Cas. And Cas was the key to beginning to rebuild Dean’s entire life, starting with Sam. And yet... in the same breath Cas returned Sam to him, Cas also disappeared into his own head. He was RIGHT THERE, but he had nothing else to give to Dean right then. All of that led into the buildup to s8, and I think that was really the point at which the narrative began treating Dean and Cas’s relationship as something different, and something more serious.
I’ve been watching early s8 for the last two days, and here’s a little snippet from my angst-ridden chat with lizbob this morning:
mittensmorgulI hate this. Cas, confused: So you think this was your fault?I.e. the moment when it stopped being just Dean and Cas preventing themselves from finishing a conversation, and the narrative itself took over preventing them from finishing a conversation.
mittensmorgulIt may have begun because it was starting to get implausible that they were just that stubborn about talking to one another honestly and openly, but whoopsie that actually made their relationship issues structural to the narrative
elizabethrobertajonesYeah, Ms Tran is like HEY HOW DAREYOU CAN'T FINISH A CONVERSATIONBEEP BEEP
mittensmorguland then in a few more minutes it's Interrupting Moose's turn
elizabethrobertajonesknock knock
elizabethrobertajoneswho's the-INTERRUPTING MOOSE
mittensmorguloh noooooo... go away mooseman! STOP INTERRUPTING.NO SAM, THEY ARE VERY NOT OKAY
elizabethrobertajones:
And their issues went from being a sort of sidebar to the actual narrative structure of the series and became inextricably linked with the larger narrative.
So, fun as it is to go back through the entire series and look for all the destiel along the way, I think that’s most likely when it became a factor that drove the plot, rather than something secondary to the main plot, at least from a structural perspective.
And now, after s13 and going into s14, their relationship and feelings toward one another have become foundational to the actual cosmic structure in their universe. Dean’s grief was powerful enough for Jack to ride across dimensions into the Empty, where even God was unable to tread? Yeah, that’s cosmic. And now Cas is in a similar position dealing with a cosmic, interdimensional dilemma focused on Dean. I mean... it’s literally the foundation of the narrative structure of s13 and s14. Not only are the writers taking their relationship seriously, they’re using it to support the rest of the narrative.
I think this is kinda what you asked, at least? I’ve been typing for a really long time now. D:
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mittensmorgul · 8 years ago
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I feel down after the new episode, do you think it is still possible that dean will stop sleeping around with women and get together with cas? idk i feel like it will never end and since 11x23 we've seen dean repeat too much that cas is a brother/best friend and it's starting to make me nervous
Well, Dean is a single man, not in a committed relationship (even if WE can clearly see he’s obviously married to Cas), who is allowed to sleep with whoever he wants. Period. But there are some things in that whole scene in the Pickle Jack Shack. And I mean really… the whole place is a sexual innuendo.
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Sorry for my “photo of the tv screen screencapping” but… that phallic pickle protruding from the bull riding sign? Ooookay.
(this is also for my two anons asking about what the significance of “Riding Larry” is, so heads up. All will be revealed!)
Also, isn’t it awesome that Sam picked agents Moon and Entwhistle– the two deceased members of The Who as their aliases. THE WHO? on the nose aliases there.
Dean had been “Springsteen, like the Boss” the night before when he’d been talking with her. After she agrees to tell them everything that happened, here’s what she says, with my commentary in parenthesis:
Elke: He ordered burgers to go. It was gonna be a minute. We were slammed. And you knocked back… four shots of tequila?
(already yet another implication that Dean had been drunk, when four shots of tequila for him is probably a warm up)
Elke: Put some (finger quotes) “sick jams” on the juke, and then you hit the bull.
Sam: he what?
Dean: I what?
Elke: Oh yeah, you had the hots for Larry as soon as you walked in here.
(immediately setting an entirely different tone for this conversation, by presenting Dean’s interest in Larry– the mechanical bull with a huge pickle for a phallus– as sexual. Larry is a man’s name, and Dean had “the hots” for him.)
Sam: (quite befuddled by this) He… Dean… you rode Larry?
Dean: (considers this for a minute) Was I good?
Elke: You were– amazing.
(Dean processes that– the fact that he apparently demonstrated skill at riding Larry, and then hums in acceptance of the fact. He smiles. Elke smiles, Sam rolls his eyes so hard he nearly pulls a muscle).
Elke: Anyway, We got to talking, and… you know…
(remember what she’d said earlier, that they were “slammed,” meaning overwhelmed by a rush of customers. Not exactly the sort of situation in which a waitress can “get to talking” with a customer just waiting around for his dinner order to be ready, you know? I already suspect that Elke realizes that Dean WAS roofied here, and didn’t exactly remember what he’d said or done with her… AND THIS I BELIEVE WAS HER TEST TO PROVE IT. She needed to confirm whether he did or didn’t remember what had happened. I’ll quote her here, and then explain afterward)
Elke: (in response to Dean’s complete straight-faced, emotionless waiting for her answer) We blew off some steam.
(Dean STILL has to stop and work out exactly what she means, and then when it registers, Dean only replies with a surprised little “Ah!” Not seeming to recall anything. Because he didn’t. And this doesn’t seem to bother Elke. Because she’s already been told that he was “roofied.” Because most folks would be upset that someone had no obvious response to the confirmation that they’d apparently had sex... It’s kinda insulting, you know? BUT ELKE WAS NOT INSULTED BY DEAN’S LACK OF ANY SORT OF RESPONSE TO THIS INFORMATION. Like the slap to his face earlier implied she would be.)
Sam: Did you see him talking with anyone else?
Elke: My bartender said she saw him run out of here like his pants caught on fire. We were supposed to meet up after close-up. But you never showed… 
(Dean looks lost again)
Elke: Poor thing, you were all roofed up! I didn’t… I am so sorry if I took advantage of you.
Dean: (smiling uncomfortably… because yeah… and patting her on the arm) It’s okay.
(Sam asks if they have security cameras and then the scene shifts to Sam and Dean sitting at a table watching security footage on a laptop)
Dean: First action in I don’t know how long, and it’s like it never even happened. Figures.
Sam: Ha. See now that’s comedy.
Okay, now HERE’S THE KEY TO UNDERSTANDING THIS SCENE: waffles.
Yes, waffles.
Who doesn’t love waffles? May I direct you to the Waffle Masterpost, containing EVERY reference to waffles ever on this show (well, aside from this episode, but I’ll update it in a bit here…)
http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/156133372175/have-we-ever-seen-waffles-on-the-show-outside-of
But what it boils down to is the fact that waffles in this show share some of the same symbolism with El Sol beer. And if it wasn’t clear enough, there was a huge glowing El Sol sign there for good measure.
But as soon as Dean spotted Elke when he and Sam walked into the bar, he identified her as, “the girl from the waffles.” SHE WAS AN ILLUSION, A DECEPTION. She was the girl from the waffles. Waffles being a “more innocent deception” than El Sol.
Because her story of what she and Dean did contradicts itself. Either they were “slammed” to the point that they were so busy that Dean had to wait so long for his food that he not only had multiple shots of tequila but ALSO had time to ride Larry, or she and Dean had time for a leisurely chat and even MORE time to take a break and go somewhere to “blow off some steam.”
Which was it, lady?
She only knew that Dean LEFT, in fact “ran out of here like his pants caught on fire,” because HER BARTENDER told her. Because Elke was “slammed” with customers. THIS IS WHY SHE SLAPPED HIM. Because Dean ran out before her shift ended, when they were supposed to meet up. He ditched her, and then “pretended” not to even recognize her, after having chatted her up and made plans for after her apparently very busy shift, and that’s why I think she was just fucking with him here.
I mean, either she was so busy that Dean had to wait for service, or she had enough time to have some sort of long talk and a quickie in the bathroom or the alley or wherever. WHICH WAS IT, ELKE?!
So in the conversation that revolved around the fact that Dean had been “roofied,” bookended by “the girl from the waffles” and Dean’s assertion that it was “like it never even happened,” well...
I have serious doubts that anything really DID happen.
I mean, I think he was planning on something happening. He was going to go back after her shift to meet up with her... possibly... but did he ever even get his burgers?! 
And without his memories, is it weird that it took THREE TRIES to find the place Dean had gone that night. That place was the third one they checked out, and Sam would’ve followed the same sort of Hunter Logic in trying to find the burger joint Dean went to, probably starting with the one closest to their motel and working his way out. So Dean bypassed two other perfectly good burger places to walk to THIS PLACE SPECIFICALLY. This place that advertised the mechanical bull riding.
This place where Elke confirmed that Dean “had the hots for Larry as soon as he walked in.”
Dean went out of his way to get a burger from THIS PLACE not because he didn’t think the other burger places were any good, but BECAUSE HE WANTED TO RIDE THE MECHANICAL BULL. My guess? He probably saw the sign on their way back to the motel, and he gave the excuse to Sam that he was going out for burgers while Sam did the research SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SNEAK OUT AND RIDE LARRY.
I mean... ???? This is one of those things that Performing Dean would NEVER do, would NEVER ADMIT TO SAM that he would do. Which is why Sam was so ?????? that Dean actually RODE LARRY.
Because Dean hadn’t been “roofied” yet at that point. That was all Dean.
He wanted to do something silly and fun and homoerotic without being judged for it. This is the same Dean that unapologetically loves Finding Nemo. And waffles...
So he has a few shots of liquid courage and climbs on Larry. We see that scene at the end of the episode. He fully gets that memory back, and what appear to be snippets of Hexed Dean Moments... and yet he gets no memories back of his “blowing off some steam” with Elke.
Because it’s like it never even happened.
I think Elke was slowly realizing throughout her conversation that Sam and Dean weren’t lying about Dean not remembering anything from the night before. So she went from angry over having been stood up and Dean “pretending” he didn’t even remember her, to passive-aggressively answering their questions... to noticing Sam and Dean’s bizarre reactions to hearing that he gleefully rode Larry... and then I think threw in the bit about blowing off steam with him just to see his reaction.
He seemed genuinely incapable of either confirming or denying it, and took her word for it that they did something sexual. He wasn’t gross about it, he didn’t elaborate on her assertion, nor did he immediately deny it either. He just accepted her word and moved on.
Notice immediately after that point she distances herself from Dean with her words... not “he ran out” or “I saw him run out, but “my bartender said she saw him run out.” BECAUSE ELKE HERSELF WAS “SLAMMED.” She was busy DOING HER JOB. She didn’t even SEE him run out without his food.
And really, how the hell long was he there, if he had multiple shots while waiting for the burgers, picked songs on the jukebox, rode Larry, made plans for after work with Elke (that he may or may not have intended to follow up on) while sitting at the bar while SHE WAS BUSY WORKING. Long enough after all that for her to not even notice him suddenly run out? BEFORE HE EVEN GOT HIS BURGERS?!
Like, how the hell long does it take to flip a couple of burgers? 15? 20 minutes tops? Even if they’re slammed?
And he still managed to do ALL THAT ^^ WHILE WAITING?
And then as Dean and Sam ran out the back door, we can see a GIANT glowing El Sol sign just inside the bar.
EVERYTHING that happened in there, aside from Dean riding Larry, was an illusion that started with the girl from the waffles and ended with him escaping out the back door past an El Sol sign.
The ONLY thing we actually SEE that was TRUE was that Dean rode Larry.
(aside to note that Dean confirmed himself that he hasn’t had any “action” in so long he can’t even remember when it happened...)
And for my Larry anons, I have no idea if “Riding Larry” is an idiom, but “riding” is a sexual innuendo. And the implication that Dean rode Larry... well... I mean just watch him and tell me what you think is going on there... Dean... riding a dude called Larry... it’s not complex math here.
(and heck here’s another reference... that time Dean WAS roofied in 9.13... SWEET POTATOES. Salted caramel. Best of both worlds. Salty and sweet. and that reminds me of the other “sweet” references lately in relation to angels... and we’re down the rabbit hole again)
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