#The Metatron can bite my ass

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My Nice and (hopefully) Accurate Good Omens Theories

Alright, here are some conclusions I have come to upon my third full watch of Good Omens. I hear all this talk about the coffee theory, and even the threat theory, but I think that the Metatron didn't have to do much to tear them apart.

We all saw the look the Metatron gave Crowley as he turned to walk out of the book shop with Aziraphale. He cast Crowley out of heaven. That was a look of pure disgust as he looked at a fallen angel, tempting another angel. There is glaring evidence that the Metatron remembers Crowley's questions/suggestions at the Beginning. He remembers Crowley as a threat, thus he wishes to take away the things that Crowley loves. Crowley loves Aziraphale and the Earth, so what better punishment than to have Aziraphale be the one to destroy the Earth with the second coming.

As for how he manipulated Aziraphale, he capitalized upon Aziraphale's desperate need to make a difference, and his love for Crowley. He knew that Crowley would never return to Heaven as an angel. So, he made Aziraphale think that was an option. Aziraphale, like Crowley, loves the Earth. He loves the Earth and everything on the Earth. He knows that Heaven is corrupt, but he is determined that he can make it better for the things he loves. If he were to see it as an institutional problem he would become fallen. His greatest fear is that he will fall from Her grace. I haven't quite determined why I think he got in the elevator after the Metatron said that they were planning the second coming, but I imagine it stems from a point of pride. Like, how can he turn around now that he has burned that bridge? Can he face Crowley again after hurting him so much?

The kiss was a kiss derived from desperation, not love. It was a last ditch effort made by Crowley to get Aziraphale to admit his feelings and stay. It didn't work because Aziraphale is very set in his ways most of the time. He didn't see any love in that kiss, he saw the temptation to fall so that he could live out the rest of his eternity with Crowley. However, as stated previously, he fears falling so much that he won't take the temptation. He won't leave Heaven until he finally realizes that the problems are, in fact, institutional. That, in order to make a difference, he will have to join Crowley to completely tear down and rebuild the system.

[ablincoln666]

A Light in the Darkness

Part 4

Annabelle grinned at Aziraphale. She looked him up and down before standing up and being pushed back down by Michael. Aziraphale pushed her away from Annabelle before looking Annabelle in the eyes. “What are you dear?” Aziraphale asked, glancing at her face quickly before drifting back to his chair. 

“Hmm, what am I?” Annabelle sarcasm contemplated “I’m the asshole you had your angels drag from my band class, and the one they decided to shoot with arrows in front of 4 dozen middle school kids. That’s who!” Aziraphale glared at Annabelle before turning his attention to Michael and Uriel. “You and me should talk, Aziraphale. We need to bring our attention to the elephant in the god forsaken room. And without these idiots, if you wouldn’t mind.” Annabelle said, flicking a finger at the gasping angels as they tooken her words and her use of the lord's name.

“It's the Supreme Archangel to you brat!” Uriel said before having Aziraphale stiffen and forced her and Michael out. Annabelle smirked at the angels as they left furious. 

“Dear I understand that you might be scared and all but please remain calm and explain to me what you were doing with a miracle in a public place. And if you wouldn’t mind maybe stating your name.” Aziraphale sat at his chair and waited for Annabelle to sit but she just stood there frowning as she stared at him. She crossed her arms over her chest, she climbed in the chair, but stood up in the chair and sat on the back of the chair instead. Aziraphale raised an eyebrow as he thought of someone that he once knew that would have copied the child.  

“Annabelle, my name is Annabelle Griffin. Happy?” 

“Most certainly, my dear.” 

“Now for the problem and the solution I'm guessing?”

“What problem……” Aziraphale dragged on the silence as he searched through the catalogs of angels. Not finding a single Annabelle Griffin or even an angel that looks like the child sitting in front of him. “You aren't in my files dear. Are you even an angel?” 

“Yes and no……I guess but really I don’t really know how to explain it other than just showing you, but not here.” Annabelle jumped off the chair and pulled the hairs out of the way of her tinted glass. She didn’t even realize them until now knowing that her identity was still safe towards Aziraphale, but those angels knew what her eyes looked like. That will come back to bite her in the ass but for now there is no need to worry when she still has to worry about what she might do next. 

“Aziraphale we need to leave now. Or I won't make it back to earth alive with Metatron around. We need to get to your bookshop now. Aziraphale we have to go!” Annabelle pleaded from the door of Aziraphale’s office. 

“Oh dear, I can’t just leave. I have duties to uphold here and I..I can’t go back there is someone I don’t think wants to see me ever again.” Aziraphale looked down at his shoes before standing up and walking towards Annabelle, placing a hand on her shoulder and directing her to the chair. 

“I’M GOING TO DIE YOU IDIOT! I DON’T WANT TO DIE, SO GET YOUR ASS UP AND GET US BACK TO EARTH!!” Annabelle yelled at his face. “You can’t sit around when the world is going to end over me, and you and a friend of mine are the only ones that can help me stop it. And this friend happens to be in Soho, London so let’s go before the world turns to goo!” Annabelle waved her hands around, gesturing to Aziraphale that the world is going to end but all he did was stare at her. Almost like he was trying to look through her tinted glasses to her eyes. “AZIRAPHALE!!” Annabelle yelled to get his attention.

“Dear I really can’t, I have to stay here.” Aziraphale said again, trying to make a point but getting nowhere. 

“Just come for a bit, okay? And at least meet my friend and then I can show you what you really do need to see.”

“(sigh) Okay dear, I will come but only to meet your friend and for you to show me this important thing of yours, okay?” Aziraphale said not knowing what he was getting himself into. 

“Great!” Annabelle said as she gripped his wrist and walked him out of his office and towards the elevator to Earth. She grinned as passing a couple of angels before entering the elevator with Aziraphale and pressing the Earth button. The elevator rang and the floor began to move down. Once they reached Earth the door rang and the two of them popped out in Soho, London right across from the bookshop. Annabelle grinned even more when she saw the Bentley parked outside and movement within it.

Part 5 coming soon.....

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 237

Our Little World/Xmas Special

“Our Little World”

Plot Description: a teen who’s lost her souls leads Dean to Crowley and a fast-growing Amara. Castiel sees an old acquaintance on TV, stuck in an earthly body

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died…that we saw

Yeah, bet that won’t come to bite you in the ass, Crowley. “You’re strong, but I’m stronger” “…for now” how do you ground the Darkness and not think that that’s gonna come back around some day.

Oh good. Misha’s done with whatever he was up to that prevented him from being here.

Did Dean just tell Cas to go touch grass? He’s not wrong. My boy is looking rough, and all he has done is watch TV

Ok. So it took an extra episode for the Lizzie Borden fanatic to die ☹️

Oh. Oh, Cassy. He’s been watching reruns of trash tv to stave off his thoughts and memories 😭

The look, the horrible dawning realization that he’s found Metatron, and Metatron’s working as a camera operator for the news

I know this wallpaper. This is the wallpaper from the Changing Channels episode

We’re back to exorcising demons?? Wellllllllll maybe not

It’s important that a growing teen learn some good cat memes

I’ve been checking out the lamps in hell, and they are really nice. There are a bunch of like art nouveau shades, they’re gorgeous

Omg he’s not even doing it for the news, he’s like a tragedy paparazzi. He might even be orchestrating it

Man, if this old asylum is where Crowley’s been hanging out or has an entrance to hell…it REALLY shows how much wreckage Amara caused in the demon ranks

I’m glad that SOMEONE ELSE has addressed the fact that every time someone mentions (or I type) the Darkness, I feel like we’re talking about the band for a second…I do wish it was someone other than Metatron

I mean, maybe don’t bait Cas into hitting you, Mets

Sure, Crowley, we’ll call what you and Dean had BROmance

Yeah, i guess that when the Darkness said “we’ll always help each other” or something like that, it cuts both ways. It’s not just a threat to Dean. She’ll protect him too…or she’s just mad at Crowley. I dunno

I’ll piece together what the parallels of Cas and Sam’s fights mean at some point, especially since Cas had to be baited into fighting and then really went on the offensive and ends up not killing Metatron while Sam goes in looking for a fight, tries to be a pacifist, and ends up killing a few demons. Cas was also having visions back at the bunker and Sam…well, he’s having them now

The indignity of having to keep your phone charged IS rough, Metatron, I know…

I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE ENERGY WE’VE BROUGHT INTO HELL TODAY. Amara is very in love with Dean (who on this show isn’t?)

What is the lore in this show?!?! The Darkness is god’s SISTER??? (I can’t believe we’re getting this reveal when I’m so close to season 4 of Sherlock)

Why are you getting visions of the cage, Sammy??

“Xmas Special”

Plot Description: the Doctor and Clara are trapped on an arctic base and their only hope is Santa Claus!

Oh good, I waited til really late to watch another long dw episode

These elves are so mean to her!!

What a brilliant time for the Doctor to show up, seconds after Clara tells the very real Santa that she stopped believing in fairy tales

Is Santa a time lord? His sack of toys is obviously bigger on the inside…

You know what gets me about shows and movies that are meant to be for families that discuss the existence of Santa? And this might be a more recent phenomenon. But aside from the weird mechanics of adults who don’t believe in Santa still somehow finding presents under the tree from Santa on Christmas morning because of course he exists in this universe….but you’re also showing these shows to your like 5 year old who’s just learned through watching that there comes a time you stop believing in Santa even though they’re only now at an age where they can recognize Santa. It’s just weird and I have no idea if that paragraph made sense

Wtf is going on at this arctic base? Why can’t she look or think about these beings in the infirmary??

Ah damn…the Doctor and Clara fucked it up for these people. Whatever they were tying to accomplish, they just BARGE IN

LOW BLOW, DOC! You can’t bring up Danny, and you REALLY can’t insinuate that he’d be cheating on Clara. It’s too soon for her and it’ll pretty much always be too soon for her

Omg they’re really are gonna get saved by Santa…..he just sent an army of toys into this base

I’m usually not a huge fan of how Santa gets depicted in Christmas specials (not in a “this doesn’t fit my headcanon” but more in a “he’s just uninteresting” way) but this one’s at least a little fun and interesting.

I really think he’s a time lord

…I forgot they didn’t know they lied to each other…I forgot they lied to each other at the end of the last episode

I do love that they keep saying Twelve looks like a magician

He’s got a point…it would definitely be offensive, as an extraterrestrial, to find out we have a horror movie called Alien. Then again, we have a lot of horror movies named a lot of things, so…anyway “no wonder you keep getting invaded” is a good reaction

Ah, fuck. The Dream Crab got Clara.

I know this is the Doctor trying to save her, but in this perfect dream world, it’s super jarring to see the hallway walls turn into chalkboards with “DYING!” written all over them

Oh good. The Doctor has come to actually save her….excuse me?? He let himself get taken by the Dream Crabs too??

Huh…so the only way to kill them is to reject the dream

THEY DID AN INCEPTION?? The Doctor and Clara were in a dream but everyone’s been in a dream since the beginning? Since they all got into the infirmary??

He’s so against any real touchy freely stuff, and I am forever living for that

…nah, there’s still 18 more minutes. How…I don’t like this existential crisis they’re giving me “no one ever knows they’re not dreaming m. Not ever. Not for one second of our lives” don’t do that to my brain. Please

Stop physically reaching out to them!! What is wrong with you people?!

Have we really circled back to Santa’s real?? We spent a bunch of time proving he wasn’t real in the last dream, and he still might not be because this is still another dream but who knows??

This girl has an interesting Christmas itinerary. She’s gonna watch Alien and The Thing From Another World before her dad comes around. Then she’ll watch Miracle on 34th Street before what I can only imagine is a Game of Thrones marathon…and last “forgive Dave???”…which she’s somehow apparently already done that last one

Please tell me this isn’t yet another dream. What??? It’s been 62 years since they’ve seen each other??? It was another dream. When did Steven Moffat watch Inception? Did he wait four years? Because the number of levels of the dream were just too much. And then the tangerine at the end, like the spinning top.

[bing-bang-bingo]

- 4x3: c. 40:00 Cas comforts Dean after Mary makes a deal w/ Azazel

- 4x7: 15:50 Dean stops Sam from shooting Cas, then Sam mentions that he’s “heard a lot about him”

- 4x7: 39:00 Cas tells Dean he prayed he’d save the town, then he tells him about his doubts and Deans future troubles

- 4x10 & ???: Dean calls “last night on Earth” his best line. He uses this line on Cas

- 4x10: 27:15 “Castiel has this weakness. He likes you.”

- 4x10: 32:50 Cas looking jealous and sad when Dean kisses Anna

- 4x16: 7:30 Cas tells Dean he got in trouble for showing emotion and getting to close to Dean. 8:20 “I would give anything not to have you do this”

- 4x16: 39:00 Cas warns Dean to be careful while Dean is in the hospital, they discuss the first seal and saving Dean from hell

- 4x18: 31:30 Cas tells Dean how to save Sam from Lilith even though he’s not allowed to interfere

- 4x20: 38:00 Deans face when Cas tells him he “learned his lesson when he was in heaven”

- 4x22: 30:40 Cas considers rebelling for Dean. 33:00 He does. 35:20 He fights multiple Archangels for Dean

- 5x1: 5:45 Dean denies Cas’ death 8:25 “I learned that from my friend Cas you son of a bitch”

- 5x1: 31:00 Cas saves Sam and Dean from Zach

- 5x3: 6:10 Cas-“I need your help because your the only one who will help me”

- 5x3: 10:20 Dean fixes Cas’ tie and jacket

- 5x4: 38:50 “Don’t Ever Change”

- 5x8: 38:20 Dean makes Gabriel bring Cas back, then makes sure he’s okay

- 5x13: ?:?? Cas won’t let Dean meet with Anna because it’s not safe

- 5x17: 30:30 Cas and Dean discuss what it’s like to have a deadbeat dad

- 5x18: 25:15 Cas kicks Deans ass for trying to sacrifice himself

- 5x21: 3:50 Cas and Dean bickering like and old married couple then Cas gives Dean a heartfelt apology.

- 6x17: 18:55 “No you’re confusing me with the other angel, the one in the dirty trench coat who is in love with you.”

- 6x17: 38:00 Sam: “So you killed 50,000 people for us?” Cas: *looks at Dean*

- 6x19: 25:20 Bobby reassures Cas that they’ll be back soon, Cas acts like a worried and disappointed wife.

- 6x19: 36:25 Cas yelling “Dean!” when Eve bites him

- 6x19: 40:00 Dean is the only one who doesn’t think Cas is working with Crowley (he’s wrong but it’s sweet)

- 6x20: 4:50 Dean v v worried, “But Cas you’ll call right? If you get into real trouble?”

- 6:30 Crowley implies that Cas is distracted by Dean and tells him he reeks of the Impala.

- 7:20 Cas says that Dean taught him how to care and what to care about. Then Cas saves Sam (for Dean)

- 13:15 Cas says that the worst part of working with Crowley (basically his sworn natural enemy) is that it hurt Dean and that he hated lying to him.

- 25:20 Cas refuses to ask Dean for help because he has “sacrificed too much” even though it means Cas could die.

- 26:00 Crowley tells Cas he has a way for everyone to get a happy ending “with all possible entendres intended” while Cas stares longingly at Dean.

- 33:00 Dean is close to tears when he learns that Cas is working with Crowley, Cas says he did it to protect Dean.

- 35:25 “Dammit Cas we can fix this!” “Dean it’s not broken!” He then tells the boys to run from the demon cloud and Dean gives him the saddest look in the world before being forced to leave him behind.

- 38:00 Cas watches Dean sleep. “I’m doing this for you Dean. I’m doing this because of you!”

- 6x21: 22:40 “I do everything you ask. I always come when you call and I am your friend. Still despite your lack of faith in me and now your threats I’ve just saved you yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you?”

- 6x22: Dean to Cas- “Don’t make me lose you, too.”

- 7x2: 5:35 Dean nearly cries on screen when he thinks Cas is dead

- 7x17: Cas says “I remember ~you~” as soon as he regains his memories.

- 7x17: Cas ask why Dean didn’t tell him all the horrible things Cas did. Parallels the conversation Karen and Dean had about telling Bobby she remembered him killing her and her telling Dean that he had never been on love before.

- 7x21: The face Dean makes when he sees Cas again plus the prolonged eye contact when Cas says Deans name.

- 7x21: Hester telling Dean that when Cas first saved him from Hell he was lost- parallels- Lucifer/Jess saying she was dead the moment she met Sam.

- 7x23: 8:50 “Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first.” Meg to Dean about Cas

- 7x23: 32:45 “I’m sorry but I’d rather have you, cursed or not.”

- 7x23: 36:50 Cas steps in to protect Dean despite spending the whole season avoiding fighting and saying he won’t fight.

- 8x2: 25:00 Cas ran away to keep the Leviathans away from Dean. Dean refuses to leave purgatory without Cas.

- 8x7: 20:30 Deans reaction to seeing Cas all cleaned up.

- 8x7: Dean convinced himself that it was his fault Cas was still in purgatory because he’s a sweet idiot boy who hates himself

- 8x7: 35:00 The whole Dean and Cas conversation about purgatory and Cas doing stuff that puts him in danger.

- 8x8: 12:30 Cas just casually going through Deans stuff and Dean not saying anything.

- 8x8: 13:00 Cas offering to watch over Dean while he slept

- 8x8: 15:15 Dean talks to Cas about feelings and heaven even though Dean hates talking about feelings.

- 8x17: Cas fights Naomi’s mind control for Dean

- 8x23: 22:50 Dean and Cas sadly discuss Cas closing the doors of heaven and say goodbye

- 9x1: Dean prays to Cas and tells him he isn’t mad about the angels falling.

- 9x1: Cas’ first instinct is to explain himself to Dean then to come help him.

- 9x1: Dean begs Cas to “for once, look out for yourself.”

- 9x3: 36:45 Dean to Cas after Cas came back from the dead “Don’t you ever do that again!”

- 9x6: Literally just Dean trying desperately the whole episode to hang out with Cas

- 9x10: 26:00 Dean and Cas talk about how Cas is doing and Dean offers him a rare sincere apology. Plus the “I prefer the term ‘trusting’. Less dumb, less ass.” dialogue

- 9x18: Cas’ little smile when Dean makes a joke about Honor Bars and Cas is just so happy to hear his voice.

- 9x18: Metatron’s illusion of Gabriel calls Cas Dean’s boy-toy

- 9x18: Cas can tell something is wrong with Dean, then Cas yells at Dean about getting the Mark of Cain

- 9x22: Cas chooses Dean over all of Heaven once again

- 9x22: The Cas and Dean conversation about the three of them being enough when an army wasn’t and Cas giving up an army all for Dean

- 9x23: “I’m blaming you for taking Cas’ grace.”

- 10x1: 5:00 Cas about Dean- “I miss him.”

- 10x2: 9:00 Cas’ reaction to learning that Dean is a demon

- 10x3: The conversation between Dean and Cas at the end of the episode. “You look terrible” “You on the other hand, your looking good.”

- 10x5: Deans reaction to Cas and Dean actors hugging and holding hands

- 10x5: “Put as much sub into that text as you possibly can.” *looks directly at fake Cas*

- 10x9: 15:00 Cas tells Dean he’s a good role model. Then asks him if he’s okay and when Dean lies and says he is he pushes it further. Dean makes Cas promise to kill him if he goes Dark

- 10x22: Dean and Cas fight and parallel Cain and his Wife.

- 10x23: Dean sees Cas’ bloody face in the mirror

- 11x1: Cas being more worried about Dean than himself even though Cas is under a spell that will kill him.

- 11x2: Dean calling Cas and stressing out when he doesn’t answer

- 11x3: Dean trying to coax Cas out of the attack dog spell, refusing to fight back when Cas was attacking, freaking out when Cas took a minute to wake up, refusing to let Cas heal him (because he “had it coming”), and refusing to let Cas apologize (because “there’s nothing to apologize for”).

- 11x10: “Dean, I came as soon as you called.” Also: “Stick your tongue out.” Dean-*does*

- 11x11: Dean realizing that something is wrong with Cas (while he is possessed by Lucifer)

- 11x11: Mildred says that Dean is pining for someone else(probably meant to be a reference to Amara, but she told him this after he had seen Cas for the first time in a few days.)

- 11x14: The sadness on Deans face when he realizes Cas is Lucifer and then his determination to save Cas

- 11x15: Dean getting kinda dark when he talks about what he’s willing to do to save Cas and he prioritizes saving Cas over bearing Amara.

- 11x17: Dean once again prioritizing saving Cas over saving the world. Sam reassuring Dean that they’ll save Cas (even though Dean didn’t say anything about what was upsetting him)

- 11x17: The camera zooming in on Dean after Michelle says that there is no normal after losing the man you love.

- 11x18: Dean refuses to put Lucifer in the cage or let him fight Amara while using Cas as his vessel.

- 11x18: The difference in the way Dean looks at Lucifer vs at Cas

- 11x18: Dean about Cas: “Lets go find that idiot and bring him home.”

- 11x19: Dean has been looking for leads non stop for a week since Amara took Cas

- 11x21: Amara uses Cas’s heart to find Dean, then shows Dean images of Cas beaten and bloodied to convince him to turn against Chuck

- 11x23: Dean’s face when he realizes Cas is back and Lucifer is gone.

- 11x23: Dean tells Cas he isn’t stupid and that he always helps

- 11x23: Cas: “Dean are you okay? How do you feel?”

- 11x23: Cas hugging Dean super tight before he goes off to die. Dean entrusting his life’s purpose (look after Sam) then thanking him for everything.

- 12x1: Cas seeing that Dean is alive and hugging him while his voice breaks.

- 12x1: Cas taking the job Dean have him very seriously

- 12x2: Dean adorably venting to Cas about his mommy-issues

- 12x3: Dean- “Morning sunshine want some coffee.” Cas- “No thank you.”

- 12x7: “Well at least I don’t look like a lumberjack.” They are such husbands

- 12x7: “Engaged in what Cas? killing you?”

- 12x8: Cas being so worried about what happened to Sam and DEAN that Kelly escaped.

- 12x9: Mary-“You left them!” Cas- *voice breaking* “Dean told me to go!” Also, just Cas looking so hard for them.

- 12x9: Cas blaming himself for Sam and Dean being taken

- 12x9 Cas knowing how long the boys have been gone down to the hour.

- 12x9: Cas’s voice and eyes when he hears Dean’s voice on the phone.

- 12x9: Cas killing Billie because “You mean too much to me” and “The world needs as many Winchesters as it can get.”

- 12x10: Poor Sam having to deal with Cas and Dean while they fight like an old married couple.

- 12x10: Dean immediately telling Ishim to go to hell when he insults Cas

- 12x10: Sam telling Dean to go to Cas when Dean thought Cas was in trouble

- 12x10: Cas immediately believing Dean about Ishim even though they’re mad at each other. Dean about to let Ishim kill him to save Cas.

- 12x10: Ishim comparing Dean and Cas’s relationship to Ishims relationship with his human lover, then saying he was going to cut Cas’s human weakness

- 12x11: “And Cas is my best friend.”

- 12x12: Dean about Cas- “My shy but devastatingly handsome friend here...”

- 12x12: Dean stressing out and voice breaking as he tries to comfort poisoned Cas

- 12x12: LITERALLY TOLD DEAN THAT HE LOVED HIM WHILE CAS WAS DYING

- 12x12: *looking at Dean* “I love you.” Then adds “I love all of you”

- 12x12: Cas- “Run.” Dean- “Cas, no.”

- 12x12: The look Dean gives Cas when he won’t stop staring at him after he’s healed.

- 12x14: Dean says some very harsh stuff to Mary after finding out the reason they Cas almost died at the lake house was because Mary was working for the British Men of Letters

- 12x15: Dean could tell something was up with Cas after talking to him for less than a minute, over the phone.

- 12x18: Sam trying to make Dean feel better about not hearing from Cas.

- 12x19: Dean literally always acting like a scorned wife when Cas comes back after long periods of time

- 12x19: Dean made Cas a mixtape

- 12x19: Cas- “I ~needed~ to came back here with a win for you.”

- 12x19: Cas- *gesturing between Dean and himself* “You mean... we?” Dean- “Yes, dumbass, we.”

- 12x23: Dean screaming for Cas when he attacks Lucifer and trying to chase after him forcing Sam to drag Dean back through the rift. A direct parallel to Dean pulling Sam away from Jess and the fire in Pilot

- 12x23: Dean kneeling next to Cas’s dead body looking up at the sky completely devastated.

- 13x1: Dean couldn’t bring himself to say dead when referring to Cas

- 13x1: Dean PRAYED to GOD to bring Cas back

- 13x1: “We just lost ~everything~. And now you’re gonna bring ~him~ back.”

- 13x1: Dean personally wrapping Cas’s body and giving him a hunters funeral.

- 13x1: The look of complete devastation on Dean’s face when he burns Cas’s body.

- 13x3: Dean refusing to help save Jack because he blames him for manipulating Cas and getting him killed.

- 13x4: The Empty to Cas: “I know what you love, what you fear. There is nothing for you back there.” He loves Dean and Cas fears that Dean doesn’t love him back.

- 13x5: Sam being worried about Dean who has given up all hope since Cas died.

- 13x5: Dean being so distressed thinking Cas is gone forever that he tries to kill himself

- 13x5: Dean seeing Cas alive again and they both have tears in their eyes.

- 13x6: Dean hugging Cas and saying he’s been gone for “too damn long”

- 13x6: Dean being immediately happier and nicer to everyone once Cas is back

- 13x6: Cas saying “Yes. Yes, he does” (in response to Jack saying Dean really likes cowboys) with the tone of an exhausted spouse.

- 13x6: “I told you, he’s an angry sleeper. Like a bear.”

- 13x6: Dean made Cas watch Tombstone with him.

- 13x6: Dean and Cas dresses like cowboy husbands.

- 13x6: Cas saying “I’m your huckleberry” to Dean in a deep accent and Dean looking away.

- 13x6: Their undercover names are Russel and Kilmer

- 13x14: The whole scene where Cas and Dean fight Gog/Magog and act like an old married couple.

- 13x14: The angry, dark look Cas gives Donatello when he tries to kill Dean

- 13x16: “Dean has him by the thigh!” Cas, jealously: “He ~what~?”

- 13x16: “and that includes the Cartwright twins.” Cas, again jealously: “what did you do with the Cartwright twins?”

- 13x19: Cas angrily confronting Naomi about forcing him to kill a bunch of Dean clones.

- 13x21: Cas secretly sliding Dean more pizza when Mary and Sam left the room.

- 13x21: Cas having to hold Dean back from going after Sam. Dean would have beat the shit out of anyone else who tried to stop him.

- 13x23: Cas trying to stop Dean from giving himself to Michael even if it meant losing Sam AND Jack

- 13x23: Cas sitting alone in the bum jet with tears in his eyes after Dean left

- 14x1: Demon: “How is it you lost Dean. I thought you two were joined at the... everything.”

- 14x1: Dean trying to save Cas from Lucifer then vs Cas trying to save Dean from Michael now

- 14x3: The look that Dean and Cas give each other when Dean comes home.

- 14x9: Cas almost being happy seeing Dean happy. And then having to force himself to not be happy so he doesn’t die.

- 14x12: Cas being phased at Dean for wanting to put himself in the box with Michael forever

- 14x14: Cas is the only Dean will let talk to him about Michael and be honest about how Dean feels

- 14x14: “No, it’s on us.”

- 14x14: Cas’s voice breaking when he talks about the possibility of Dean dying one day.

- 14x18: The pure self loathing in Cas’s eyes when he feels like he failed Dean by not telling him about Jack’s soul.

- 15x2: “You asked ‘what about all of this is real?’ We are.” THE MOST ROMANTIC LINE EVER. (Plus later Eileen and Sam have the same conversation but they get to kiss because homophobia)

- 15x9- 20:00 Dean said that they lost everyone they cared about, then added Cas specifically. Then he says “I had to bury him” not “we”

- 15x9- 23:00 Dean cries when he can’t find Cas. Then he prays to him and apologizes for letting him go. He falls to his knees praying to him and fully crying

- 15x12: “I created the world.” *shows Destiel*

- 15x15: This time when Dean sees Cas leaving the bunker, he stops him. (In reference to Cas saying “you didn’t stop me” when Dean got mad at him for leaving)

- 15x16: This is the the only version of Cas that rebelled for Dean. This universe is literally being saved repeatedly because of Cas’s love for Dean

- 15x18: CAS CONFESSES HIS LOVE TO DEAN then goes to mega hell for being gay

Anyway, Cas loves Dean and Dean LOVES HIM BACK, OKAY?!?!? Feel free to add more

[lightningbugqueensfics]

Real Family

Destiel

From the prompt “Cas beating the crap out of john winchester for causing dean so much trauma”(thanks @beautifulsaladkitten !)

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When John Winchester comes back from the dead, we get a better look into the harm he inflicted on Dean as a child. Castiel is a good boyfriend.

tw: Homophobic slurs and abuse

Ao3 Link

Dean woke to pounding on the front door. He had chosen this room specifically because it was so close to the entryway of the Bunker, but nights like this it bit him in the ass. Here he was, finally getting a good night's sleep, Cas wrapped around his back, and some idiot hunter just had to show up in the middle of the night. They could’ve at least had the decency to wait until morning.

Cas grumbled against his neck, obviously hearing the noise too. Despite still being an angel, ever since they had gotten together Cas had really taken a liking to sleep.

“Stay here, babe,” Dean murmured, “I got it.”

He rolled out of bed and trudged his way to the door. He yanked it open, still grumbling under his breath about “ stupid young hunter with no regard for their elders. ”

As he walked down the hall, Sam joined him.

“Hey man, I’ve got this, you can go back to Cas,” he offered.

“Nah, I’m up already. Who do you think it is?”

“Claire?” Sam asked.

“No, she’s on a Tulpa hunt in San Francisco with Kaia.”

“Ah, young love,”

“Haha, yeah. Charlie?” Dean asked.

“Remember, her and Stevie are on their honeymoon in Colorado.” The wedding had been beautiful. Both brides radiated joy, and nearly everyone (including Dean, though he would never admit it) cried. How Stevie managed to convince Charlie to go somewhere so far out of cell range still escaped Dean, but hey, it seemed like they were having fun.

“Still?”

“Yeah, they found a hunt up there the day they were gonna leave.”

“That’s rough.” Dean said.

“Actually, they seemed pretty excited. ‘First hunt as a married couple’ and all that.”

“Yeah, well, if that happened to Cas and I, you would be taking care of it.” Dean grunted as they reached the War Room.

“So, have you thought about it?” Sam asked carefully, “You know, asking him to marry you? Fully retiring?” The brothers and Cas were already partially retired, only taking hunts near the Bunker and mainly helping with the research. They were like the new Bobby’s. It was amazing how far they’d come.

“I mean, yeah,” he admitted, “I think I’d like that. I don’t think very soon, but eventually. We wasted so much time already, it’d be nice to make it official.”

Their conversation was cut off as they reached the big iron door. Sam stood in front of his brother to open it, and his back went ramrod straight the second he saw who was at the door. Dean peeked over his ginormous shoulder and felt the blood drain from his face.

“Dad?” 

Dean’s voice hurt him. It was like just the sight of their father turned him back into that obedient little kid, who always did what his father told him to. He was so much more than that now.

“Boys?” John asked, “Why do you look so… old?” Sam was still speechless, so Dean took charge. Fifteen years had passed and it was exactly the same.

“How are you alive?”

“I was with your mother, heaven, I think, there was this bright like, and then poof, here I am. Standing right outside this big ass metal door.”

“Um, Dad, what year do you think it is?”

“2006. Why? How long has it been, boys?”

“It’s uh, 2020 now. What was the last thing you remember?” he asked his dad, then said to Sammy: “Get the holy water, silver, and borax. We can do more tests later.”

“2020?” John asked, shocked, “What the hell?”

“Dad,” Dean said, trying to sound firmer, “What was the last thing you remember before being with mom?”

“The hospital. My deal with Yellow Eyes. I died, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did. Then you came back as a ghost to kill the demon, then we went back in time and met you a couple of times, then you came back because of a wishing pearl that we had to destroy because it screwed with time. Things have gotten a lot more complicated since you left.”

Sam showed up with the borax and holy water, which he splashed on John’s face, then he handed him the silver knife, still silent. After a cut proving his humanity, John turned back into a commander.

“Tell me everything. Now, Dean.”

So Dean did. He told him about the end of the hunt for Azazel, about going to hell, about Angels, about the plan to free Lucifer, and about the first Apocalypse. He told him about the deal with Crowely, about the Leviathans, about Purgatory, about Abbadon, and Metatron. He told him about becoming a demon, killing Death and Hitler, and freeing the Darkness. He told him about Chuck, Rowena, and Jack. He told him about Mary coming back and the apocalypse world. He told him everything.

The only thing he left out was his relationship with Cas and that Cas was an angel, because John was sure to meet the man soon, and that would not be a fun conversation if he knew.  

Dean had no delusions that John would approve of his relationship with another man, let alone one that wasn’t human. Hell, his father was one of the main reasons Dean took so long to own up to his feelings.

“So you’re telling me,” John said slowly, “That you two started--and ended--the apocalypse��� more than once? Once… because you,” he pointed at Sam, “got addicted to demon blood , and then again because you,” he pointed at Dean, “actually became a demon.” The brother nodded.

“You IDIOTS!” he roared, and Dean flashed back to his childhood. Drunken rages. Thrown beer bottles. Old bruises on his arm blamed on a werewolf, the only thought going through his head protect Sammy . “YOU FUCKING MORONS! Dean - A demon? You became the monster! God, I hope Sammy hunted you,” Sam started to rise to his feet, presumably to defend his brother, when John turned his gaze on the younger brother, “And you ! That demon was right! I told Dean to kill you, he should’ve! Drinking demon blood , Sam? You’ve got to know how broken you are! I was gone, what, two years? You even regret what you did? I bet you don’t you sick bas-”

“SHUT UP!” Dean yelled, shocking himself. John looked just as surprised.

“What did you say to me?”

“I said,” Dean replied, his voice somehow steady, despite the pounding in his chest, “Shut up. You can yell at me, you can tell me how broken I am--God knows that’s the truth--but you don’t do that to Sam. He tried, okay? He tried so hard but I abandoned him. You abandoned him. He’s a good man. All he ever wanted was a normal life, and he never got that. Because of you . So don’t you ever blame him for things that you caused. The pain you put us through. You did this, not us!”

“Get out of my sight,” John growled.

Dean stalked past him, catching sight of Cas in the doorway.

“Is everything alright, Dean?” he asked, “I heard yelling. Is that your father?”

“Yeah, it is,” Dean barked, without the same bite in his tone he had used on John. Cas, perfect as always, followed Dean down the hallway to their room. The tears stung his eyes before he even made it through the door.

Dean sank to the edge of their bed, tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Dean,” Cas was on his knees beside the hunter, a hand resting on his leg, “What happened?”

“He’s back” Dean choked out, “And it’s the same, Cas! I thought we… changed, you know? Got better, stronger. I thought I would be enough to s-stop him!”

“Stop him?”

“From hurting Sammy. Cas… he-he used to hit me. Not Sammy, that I know of, but, not all the bruises I got were from hunts. He would come home drunk and angry, and would always blame me if Sammy got hurt. Even if it was his fault!” Cas rose up and brought him into a hug, “I never stopped him. He did it till Sammy went to college. Then he just left me. I thought, maybe, if he ever came back…. I could finally do something,” he sniffled, “but I guess that’s proof that I’m still the same scared little boy.”

“No, no, no,” Cas whispered into his hair, “Dean, you are the bravest man I have ever met. I heard what you said to him. Dean, that was bravery! That was you standing up for your little brother. Could you have done that fifteen years ago?” Dean shook his head, still crying, “So you see, love? You grew. You are stronger. He hurt you, but you are still here. Still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.”

“I love you, Cas,” Dean murmured as he shifted his head into the crook of the angel’s neck.

“Come on, Dean, let’s go to bed. We can talk about this more in the morning.”

Dean nodded his head, and Cas maneuvered him under the covers, still wrapped in his angels arms.

With that they settled in to sleep. Dean fell into a peaceful slumber, completely unaware of the fury coursing through Castiel’s veins.

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Dean woke to pounding on the door. He grunted, knowing what was coming, and knowing that it was even worse to put it off. He forced himself out of bed and made his way to the door, still half asleep.

If he had been fully awake he might have realized the mistake he was making.

The door opened to reveal John Winchester’s still beet red face, this time the intoxicated kind. It seemed like the few hours since their fight had done nothing to calm him down.

“What do you want?” Dean asked, voice slurred with sleep.

“I want you to explain to me what that was last night!!”

“Can we do this in like, an hour?” he grunted, “I’m gonna need a shower and a cup of coffee to deal with…” he vaguely gestured at John.

“Do you think this is a laughing matter, boy? We need to-” he glanced behind Dean, “Who is that ?”

“That’s Cas.” Oh shit . Dean’s eyes widened with incredible speed and he reached the slam to door shut.

John’s hand shot open and caught it before it could close.

“The same Cas who’s a ‘hunter buddy’ of yours?” his face was now turning an alarming shade of purple as he strode into the room. Dean backed up, flinching away from his father. He heard rustling in the bed, Cas was sitting up.

“You mean to tell me that not only has your brother gotten addicted to demon blood, and you actually became a demon, some hunter turned you into a FUCKING QUEER?” John roared. Dean just kept inching backwards, that same fear from his childhood rearing its head inside of him.

“God, Dean, I knew you were fucked in the head, but this? Sleeping around with some fag, what did they do to you? I knew you were too much like your mom, always a little pansy,” his voice was slurring, just like it did before every beating when Dean was young, “Who knows, maybe I can beat it out of you?” Dean was on the floor beside the bed now, frozen, just like he was back then. Nothing had changed.

As John reared his arm back, ready to bring it down on Dean's face, a calm but lightning fast hand stopped it in its tracks.

Castiel stood beside Dean. His face was devoid of any emotion, but from the look on John’s face, his hand was squeezing enough to hurt. Still dressed in his bumblebee pajama pants and Dean’s AC/DC shirt, he didn’t look dangerous. Dean knew better. John did not.

“Get your hands off me you fucking faggot!” the man snarled.

“No. You will not hurt Dean.”

“Who are you to stop me?”

“I’m the person who saved him. I’m the one who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. I’m the one who picked up the pieces of that incredible man you broke and helped him fit them back together. I have loved him more than you are even capable of, so I’d say I have every right to stop you.” Castiel growled the words.

“Let me go, you son of a bitch!” John still wasn’t backing down. Castiel pushed him against a wall with one hand still holding John’s fist and the other arm pressed against his throat.

“I’m an angel you ass.” Castiel’s eyes glowed blue, like they did right before smiting someone. He was the most furious Dean had ever seen him.

“You’re a-” John cut off, “You mean to tell me that not only is Dean fucking a man, you’re not even human ? God, you really are fucked in the head, boy.” Castiel pressed harder on his trachea.

“Dean is not ‘fucked in the head’ as you say. He is a kind and loyal man, no thanks to you. He is no longer your son, John Winchester. You made sure to beat that out of him. Sam and I, and the people we have found and lost along the way, we are his family. We care about him. We love him. That’s more than you can ever say!”

“Dean,” he gasped out, “tell this monster to stop! I’m your father for christ’s sake!” Dean rose unsteadily to his feet. Heart beating faster than on most hunts, adrenaline coursing through him, Dean did the one thing he had always wanted to do but never had the courage for.

“No,” he said.

“No?”

“No. Cas is right. You only ever hurt me, Dad. It was always ‘protect Sammy,’ ‘do this,’ ‘do that.’ You never cared about me, Dad! You just wanted a good little soldier! You ruined me even more than this life did, than hell did.

“So, no. I let you walk all over me for my entire life. I let you abuse me into my twenties! But you can’t hurt Cas. You can’t hurt one of the few people in my life who genuinely cares about me. He’s made me a better person, he’s healed the damage you did. I love him, and if you can’t accept that and finally become a decent father, then you can get out. Leave. Never come back. I don’t want to see your face again.” Dean pointed at the door, hand shaking with nerves and fury.

Castiel removed his arms from a shell-shocked John. The man stared at Dean with fury and pain in his eyes.

He nodded jerkily and trudged out the door.

Dean watched him go, mind blank. The shaking got worse, and he fell back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Cas settled beside him and wrapped Dean up in his arms, silent for a time. When he finally spoke, he knew just what to say.

“I’m proud of you, Dean,” he murmured, to no response, “I know it doesn’t feel good now, but you did the right thing. He’s gone now, and you can move forward. We can do it together.”

“Thank you, Cas,” Dean said into his chest, “For… stopping him, but also for what you said. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love. I meant every word. Now, why don’t you get into bed and I’ll bring you a cup of coffee,”

“Peppermint hot chocolate?” Dean asked.

“Of course, Dean.” With that, Cas left to fetch their drinks and, Dean was sure, to make certain John had left. Cas was perfect in that way.

With Cas gone, Dean was left alone with his thoughts. He realized how far he’d come. Even in these fifteen years since he went and got Sam at Stanford.

He used to water down his coffee with whiskey. Now he was asking for hot cocoa. He would find a new girl every week, sometimes even more often, and wouldn’t even know their names. Now he was in a steady relationship with a guy (well, angel) who he loved more than anything. He used to let John hurt him in any way he wanted to. Now he was the one who kicked him out.

He wasn’t perfect. Wasn’t even close. But he was so much better than he used to be. And Dean knew why.

He found good people. Sam. Jody, Claire, Donna, Charlie, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Garth, and so many more. Cas. They made him better. They loved him, and helped him start to love himself.

Cas returned with two cups held carefully in his hands, a concentrated crease between his brows. He silently shuffled into place beside Dean. The angel passed over the cocoa, put his arm around his shoulder, and gave him a little peck on the cheek.

For the rest of the day the two watched movies and funny tv shows on Dean’s iPad. They cuddled and kissed and joked. It was perfect.

Because, yeah, John had screwed Dean up. But the people in Dean’s life were fixing that. And they were the people that mattered. His real family.

Tags: @beautifulsaladkitten @icesoulprincess @themoosegoes-deanicandothis @deano-cas @when-humans-were-good

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2018: Twitter- pasladeuxieme, battingpractice, and TeamFreeWillBT

Context: After the SPNUK 2018 J2M panel question about eyefucking being a stage direction in scripts between Dean and Cas, several factions began engaging in discussions and arguments about the intent behind the spn writers’ word choice. In response to this, on May 8th 2018, pasladeuxieme tweeted out a series of tweets and screenshots from 8x02′s yellow pages to show where they remembered seeing the use of “eye-fuck” in the script as shorthand for an intense stare for the brothers, Sam and Dean.

pasladeuxieme: “Was telling Bri while I couldn't remember one between Dean and Cas, I could vaguely remember seeing 'eyefuck' in the stage directs of one of the scripts we have - found it :p ‘[image:

"What's Up, Tiger..." Yellow Pages 7/26/12 9. 2  CONTINUED :                                         12

SAM So things like that don't ever happen again.

Ms. Tran takes that in the pain of Eunis still fresh. Then-- she EYES Kevin.

MS. TRAN Prophet of the lord, huh? (then, a warm smile) That does have a nice ring to it.

A note of approval-- Kevin smiles sweetly...

MS. TRAN I'll get packed. Ms. Tran makes for her bedroom.

Dean turns to Sam--

DEAN We're gonna need a new safe-house, since Crowley's been to the cabin--

MS. TRAN (stopping in her tracks) Safe house? I thought we were going after the tablet?

DEAN We are. You're taking a trip to the demon-free zone.

MS. TRAN And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley, again? (then, firm) I don't think so.

Sam and Dean exchange an EYEFUCK-- here we go.

SAM Ma'am, Dean's right. Crowley-- he's not just a killer. He trades in torment. And if he can find a way to separate you from your soul? He'll take it to Hell and roast it 'til there's nothing but black smoke...]’”- 9:19 PM May 8, 2018

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pasladeuxieme: “So many EXPRESSIONS being swapped between these hunter sibs. 5 dollars says Dabb wrote these stage directions with a thesaurus at hand ‘[image: "What's Up, Tiger..."   Yellow Pages   7/26/12   10.  CONTINUED: (2)                                              12

MS. TRAN So, a soul is more valuable than a life?

SAM Ma'am, a soul is forever. Your life is just a vessel... (then) It would really be best if you left this to us.

Ms. Tran takes a good long beat to consider that. Then--

MS. TRAN I understand. (then) But it's not my soul I'm worried about-- it's my son's.

She's STRONG. Sam and Dean trade an OMINOUS LOOK-- fearing the worst. Then turn to Kevin.

DEAN Gonna back us up here, Kev? (then) We came all the way out here to pull her ass out of the fire and now she wants to jump back in.

KEVIN Like I can tell her what to do.

Sam and Dean exchange a KNOWING NOD.

DEAN Coming with has conditions. Hex bags to keep you off the bad guys' radar. And you're gonna have to ink up.

KEVIN Do what now?

SAM You too, short stop--]’” - 9:24 PM May 8, 2018

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battingpractice: “wait i found it ‘[image: (then) Sunshine and sandy beaches.

Satisfied, Dean goes all-in for the PIB. Kevin processen that for a beat-- watching Dean take a fork to the pie.

KEVIN Dean. My Mom's all alone-- And surrounded by Demons. (then) Can you really not understand why I want to make sure she's okay?

That stops Dean COLD-- fork hovering by his mouth. Dean looks over to Sam-- remembering his own Mother. Sam gives him a slight shrug, knowing the kid's right.

Dean eyes his pie, perched beautifully on the end of his fork-- he wants that bite so badly.

DEAN Son of a bitch.

Dean STABS his fork into the PIE, moving out of the BOOTH. Kevin SMILES, victorious, and we're on the move--]’“ - 9:26 PM May 8, 2018

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pasladeuxieme: “Here's an eyefuck involving everyone's favorite King of Hell ‘[image: SAM all good-- just need to come up with a Plan B.

Then-- a familiar VOICE from off-camera.

CROWLEY (O.S.) what, pray-tell, could possibly have been Plan A?

The boys BURN-- and TURN to see CROWLEY.   Standing smug.

CROWLEY Bring the prophet to the most dangerous place on earth, memorize the tablet and then-- va-moose?

That one's pointed at Sam-- a weary eye-fuck from the boys.

CROWLEY Oh, and salutations, by the way.

BLACKOUT.

END OF ACT TWO]’”- 9:27 PM May 8, 2018

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battingpractice: “Meanwhile, the same episode's direction for D-C is "Dean locks eyes with Cas, FIRM" which ends up as an actual eye f-u-ck but was not actually spelled out that way in the script ‘[image:

DEAN No. (then, to Cass) Cass, we're getting outta here. We're going home.

That word hits Cass hard-- something about it makes him visibly ANXIOUS.

CASTIEL Dean, I can't--

DEAN Yeah, we can. Tell him.

He's talking to Benny. The monster shrugs.

BENNY Purgatory's got an escape hatch, but I got no idea if it's angel friendly.

Dean locks eyes with Cass, FIRM.

DEAN We'll make it work. (then) I need you, Cass. And if the Chompers wanna take a shot, I say let 'em. We ganked those bitches]’”- 9:32 PM May 8, 2018

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pasladeuxieme: “Not an eyefuck but here are some Destiel-y stage directions around the iconic "too much heart was always Castiel's problem" 😢 ‘[image:

what's Up, Tiger..."   Yellow Pages   7/26/12   28. CONTINUED: (3)                                             25

ALFIE You know, there are some in Heaven who still believe that, despite mistakes, Castiel's heart was always in the right place.

DEAN You one of 'em?

ALFIE I think... too much heart was always Castiel's problem.

Alfie moves off and we hold on Dean-- the angel's words hitting home. CUT TO--

EXT. CLEARING - PURGATORY - DAY (FLASHBACK)]’“- 9:49 PM May 8, 2018

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pasladeuxieme: “No textusl eyefucks in 9x23, but check out the stage directions for Cas reacting to Metatron advising Dean is dead - "Castiel reacts - stunned" got turned into everything Misha did there.... ‘[image:

"Do You Believe in Miracles?" Pink Pages 4/16/14 39. 44  CONTINUED:                                                    44

METATRON Ah. So, Gadreel bites the dust, the Angel Tablet, arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe, is in pieces... And for what, now? That's right. To save Dean Winchester. (then) That was your cause wasn't it? You draped yourself in the flag of Heaven but, ultimately, this was all to save a human, wasn't it? Well, guess what? He's dead too.

Castiel reacts, stunned, as-- CHUNK! His arms are suddenly CUFFED to the chair.

METATRON And you're sitting in my chair.

45        INT. ABANDONED PLANT - NIGHT                45

Dean bleeds out on the ground. Alive, but barely. Sam tears up bits of his shirt to fashion a tourniquet. All business.]’“ - 2:48 AM May 9, 2018

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Context: Three years afterwards, May 20 2021, TeamFreeWillBT made a different thread on three additional instances of eyefucking plus the ones found in 8x02:

TeamFreeWillBT: “Eyef*cks in the Supernatural scripts 8.02 What's Up, Tiger Mommy? 13.08 The Scorpion and the Frog 13.21 Beat the Devil ‘[image:

A note of approval-- Kevin smiles sweetly...

MS. TRAN I'll get packed. Ms. Tran makes for her bedroom.

Dean turns to Sam--

DEAN We're gonna need a new safe-house, since Crowley's been to the cabin--

MS. TRAN (stopping in her tracks) Safe house? I thought we were going after the tablet?

DEAN We are. You're taking a trip to the demon-free zone.

MS. TRAN And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley, again? (then, firm) I don't think so.

Sam and Dean exchange an EYEFUCK-- here we go.

SAM Ma'am, Dean's right. Crowley-- he's not just a killer. He trades in torment. And if he can find a way to separate you from your soul? He'll take it to Hell and roast it 'til there's nothing but black smoke...]

[image: SAM all good-- just need to come up with a Plan B.

Then-- a familiar VOICE from off-camera.

CROWLEY (O.S.) what, pray-tell, could possibly have been Plan A?

The boys BURN-- and TURN to see CROWLEY.   Standing smug.

CROWLEY Bring the prophet to the most dangerous place on earth, memorize the tablet and then-- va-moose?

That one's pointed at Sam-- a weary eye-fuck from the boys.

CROWLEY Oh, and salutations, by the way.BLACKOUT.END OF ACT TWO]

[image: As Dean turns the key in the lock-- it opens with A CLICK to REVEAL-- BONES. A WHOLE DUSTY SKELETON'S WORTH.

SHRIKE Bart's bones. You burn them, he dies too. THAT'S my leverage. (then) You're on the wrong side of this, boys-- (a loaded beat) Just gotta ask yourselves if you can live with that.

The boys eye-fuck. Can they?

BART (O.S.) He's right, those ARE my bones.

Sam, Dean and Smash look up-- THERE'S BART! Standing next to Shrike.]

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GABRIEL My tank's a little low right now. Getting vengeance took a lot out of me, and even on a good day, I-- (sheepish, defensive) I have a long refractory window, okay? (then, confident) But archangel grace? It's like, the Four Loko of angelic emissions. It'll be more than enough to get the job done.

Off Gabe's confidence, our heroes eyefuck. It's go time.

QUICK CUTS:

--Our heroes LOAD UP for battle, dressing/ARMING themselves for Apocalypse World. Angel blades, knives, guns. Apocalypse World-appropriate clothing.

INT--MEN OF LETTERS - LIBRARY MOMENTS LATER   4]’“- 7:39 PM May 20, 2021

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TeamFreeWillBT: “9.05 Dog Dean Afternoon ‘[image:

DYLAN --and it's not like we could go to the cops--

OLIVIA --so now we look like total douche bags *cause we have to wear sunglasses inside.

Olivia and Dylan removes their sunglasses to reveal... puffy, bloodshot eyes, surrounded by dead tissue? It looks like textbook gangrene. As Sam and Dean eyefuck--

DEAN (PRE LAP) Necrosis?

INT. MOTEL - DAY

Sam sits in front of his laptop. Dean looks over his shoulder, bottle o’ beer in hand.]’”- 7:39 PM May 20, 2021

[source]

8.02 What's Up, Tiger Mommy?

Written by: Andrew Dabb and Daniel Loflin

9.05 Dog Dean Afternoon

Written by: Eric Charmelo and Nicole Snyder

9.23 Do You Believe in Miracles?

Written by: Jeremy Carver

13.08 The Scorpion and the Frog

Written by: Meredith Glynn

13.21 Beat the Devil

Written by: Robert Berens

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Cass & Dean's Infinite Playlist 6-10

[fanfiction] Dean/Castiel

Canon Compliant Coda

The one where Dean makes a lot of mixtapes.

Parts 6-10/26 under the cut.  Previous parts here. Referenced songs playlist on Spotify.

- 6 -

“Hey, Cass, you wanna go for a drive-”

“Yes,” he said agreeably, appearing out of thin air.  Then his nose wrinkled.  “Motörhead?”

“What’s wrong with Motörhead?”

“Nothing, it’s just… loud,” Cass said, loosening his tie.

“You say that a lot,” I said, “but you know that we could just turn down the volume?”

“No, not loud like that,” he said, shaking his head.  “It is… difficult-to-have-a-conversation loud.”

“I don’t really see the difference, but okay, what do you want to listen to?” I asked.

Cass seemed to freeze.  “…me…?”

“Yes, Castiel, Angel of the Lord, what do you want to listen to?” I asked, nodding my head towards the cassette collection.

“I can… choose?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“Yeah, sure,” I said with a shrug.

“But I am… the passenger,” he said, baffled.

“So you want to listen to Iggy Pop?”

“No, I… I mean, the passenger is to shut his cakehole, is he not?”

“Generally, yes,” I agreed.  “But just this once.”

Cass seemed flustered.

I had just said it offhandedly.  It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal.

The way Cass was reverently flipping through the tapes seemed like A Big Deal.

“I get final veto power,” I mumbled, trying to regain some semblance of my authority.

Cass hummed his assent, then pulled out a tape.

I held my hand out to him and he placed it into my waiting hand.  I felt the warmth of his fingertips, then held up the tape for inspection.  “You really like Bowie, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” I said, ejecting Motörhead and putting in The Man Who Sold the World.

Cass rolled down his window, letting the wind blow against his face as he watched the passing scenery.

Our conversations always meandered, about Cass’s work, about what was going on in my little patch heaven, about the past.  I felt relaxed, listening to Cass’s low voice talk about organizing angel tree planters floating over heavy guitar and a cacophony of drums.

He paused when the title track came on, his mouth tilting into a little smile.  “I like this song.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, it’s hard to put my finger on it, but… it makes me think of you.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.

“Did I sell the world?”

“You might have.”

“Huh.”

“I like the Nirvana cover, too.”

“Really, Cass?  Grunge?” I scoffed.

“Kurt Cobain was an exceptional poet,” he informed me.

“Oh, man, are you trying to recommend music to me now?” I asked, amused.

“You know Dean, they did not stop making music after the 1980s.”

“Might as well have.”

Cass exhaled a little laugh, turning to look out the window again.  He started singing quietly to the chorus, “who knows?  Not me.  We never lost control.  You’re face to face with the man who sold the world.”

I liked listening to my tone-deaf angel sing, joining him in the final lines.

When the tape finished, I ejected it, then nodded my head to the cassettes again.  “What’s next?”

“I can choose again?” Cass asked, surprised.

“Pick something good.”

He grinned happily as he started going through all the tapes.

- 7 -

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, rocking out to Van Halen.

Cass held out the bag of donuts he’d brought for our drive and I took one, taking a bite and continuing to mouth the words.

“I like sprinkles,” he decided, staring very hard at the strawberry donut he was eating.  “They do not seem like they add anything of value, and yet without them, the donut is lesser.”

“Rainbow sprinkles for Cass, check,” I said, going back to singing.  “I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off of it.  Ah, I reach down between my legs.  Ease the seat back.”

“Apparently there are many people who think this song is called Animal,” Cass put in.

“But it is actually called…?”

“Panama,” he said, beaming at me.

“Look at our little Cassie, all grown up,” I said, reaching over and patting him on the shoulder.

“The younger angels all come to me to learn about the ancient music of the 1970s and 80s,” he said proudly.

“Ancient?” I repeated.

“Quite,” he agreed.

“Anciently awesome,” I muttered.

“Are songs about strippers… anciently awesome?” Cass asked, his tone implying that they might not be.

“Strippers are awesome,” I declared.

Cass snorted at that.  “Dean, your performative masculinity is unnecessary.”

“Performative… what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I growled at him.

He shrugged, a bizarrely human gesture on him.  “If your idea of a good time is watching scantily clad women struggling to pay their bills while dealing with issues of paternal abandonment-”

“-which I do-”

“-then you should spend your time in heaven doing that instead of driving around in your Impala with me.”

“I can do both,” I protested.

“When have you…” Cass trailed off, squinting at me.  “Dean, I think you need feminism.”

“You sound like Sam,” I groaned.

“No, our tones are significantly different.”

I just rolled my eyes.

“I am going to make you a mixtape,” Cass decided.

“Oh?”

“Yes.  Of only female artists.”

Something inside of me rebelled against the idea of it.  But another part of me thought about that catchy Taylor Swift song that I couldn’t quite get out of my head.  “I don’t need weepy chick music,” I said dismissively.

“Deaaaaan,” he sighed heavily, like my name was ten syllables long.

“Do you even know how to make a mixtape?”

“I am very good at figuring things out.”

We all knew that wasn’t true, but I didn’t say anything more, and the next time Cass appeared in my car, he was proudly waving a cassette at me that read in very tiny lettering, ‘A Mixtape of Various Female Artists Made by Castiel for Dean as a Means of Edification'.

I shook my head at him.

He just grinned.

“You gonna put it in?” I asked.

“No,” he said, adding the tape to my collection.  “You should listen to it alone.”

“That sounds ominous,” I said with a snort.

“I just mean that your reaction will be more authentic.”

“Okay,” I said, squinting at him.  Like I was performative.

“Can we listen to Led Zeppelin today?” he asked.

“Um, we can always listen to Led Zeppelin,” I said.  “Whaddya wanna hear?”

“We could start at Led Zeppelin and proceed chronologically?” he suggested.

“I like the way you think,” I said, feeling around for the tape and then pushing it into the deck.

After Cass had left, I could feel his mixtape sitting there, staring at me.

I glared at it.

What had Cass said?  That I needed feminism?

This was going to be so annoying.

I pulled the tape out and pushed it into the deck.

The guitar that greeted my ears was familiar.

“Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train.  When I was feeling nearly faded as my jeans.  Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained.”

I felt a little smile tugging at my lips.  I could respect some Janis Joplin, and the fact that Cass had chosen to open up his mixtape with Me and Bobby McGee actually had me a little impressed with his mixtape-making skills.

Then the song ended, and I could hear Cass’s faraway-sounding voice in the back of the recording.  “Did it record the song?”

I cracked up, listening to him struggle to figure out how to stop the recording before putting on the next song.  I had no idea what kind of equipment he’d decided to use for this, but the sound quality was a little scratchy, suggesting he might have just been holding up a microphone to a tape player.

Then the twangy guitar of Fleetwood Mac suddenly filled the speakers.

I listened to the tape from start to finish.  There were some random moments of Cass mumbling to himself, trying to figure out what he was doing.  There was also a very loud crash in the middle of Patti Smith, followed by some cursing that had me laughing so hard I had tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

And at the end of it all, I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell Cass had known enough to pick out each of those songs.  Sure, Metatron had braindumped him with a bunch of pop culture references, but there was a depth to his choices.  It was obvious he was mostly trying to choose songs he thought that I would like, with rockers like Suzi Quatro and Heart.  But then there was Joni Mitchell, which was just so Cass to me.

“I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling.  Looking for something, what can it be?”

It was kind of beautiful, and I found myself rewinding it and listening again.

[Listen to Castiel's full C46 mixtape 'A Mixtape of Various Female Artists Made by Castiel for Dean as a Means of Edification' on Spotify.]

- 8 -

Me and Cass sat on the hood of the Impala, drinking beers while Black Sabbath blasted through the speakers.

Cass suddenly leaned back, staring up at the sky.  “The stars are beautiful here,” he observed.

“Yeah, no ambient light in heaven,” I said, laying back beside him.

“Shooting star,” Cass pointed out happily.

I was looking at him instead of the sky.  I looked back up, but it was already gone.  “Haven’t you seen a million of them?”

“And I hope to see a million more.”

“How can you be like that?” I asked, shaking my head.  I sat up again and took a pull from my beer.

“Like what?” he asked.

“I dunno,” I said.  “Hopeful?”

“Is it hopeful to enjoy the beauty of my father’s creation?”

“I got no idea.”

“What’s on your mind, Dean?”

“Whaddya mean?”

“You just seem like you want to talk about something,” he said, sitting up next to me.

“Not really,” I said with a shrug.

He stared at me for a long moment, then looked away with his own shrug.  “Don’t tell me, then.”

“Don’t be like that,” I complained, nudging him with my elbow.

“Then talk to me,” he said with a scowl.

“Hey, Cass,” I said.  “How you doin’?”

“Crappy,” he responded, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Don’t be like that,” I repeated, nudging him harder.  That of course did nothing because he was an immovable lump of celestial intent.

“I am just being myself.”

“A grumpy-ass angel?”

“A grumpy-ass angel,” he agreed sarcastically.

“I like when you’re a happy, non-grumpy-ass angel,” I said, looking him in the eye.

“I am very happy, Dean,” he said, staring back unbothered.

“Why?” I asked before I could help it.

His expression took on a more thoughtful countenance.  “Well, to be happy is to be ‘characterized by well-being and contentment’,” he said, like he was reading from the dictionary.  “Heaven is still a work in progress, but it has been greatly transformed by Jack, and I am able to be a part of that.  I derive great satisfaction from my work.”

“And that’s enough?” I asked.

“No, it’s not enough,” he said, shaking his head.  “Work is just one part of life.”

I found myself chewing on my bottom lip.

“I have my friends and my family,” he continued, leaning in a little closer and trying to maintain eye contact.  “When my work is finished, I can visit with them, go for drives with my best friend.”

“And that’s… good enough?” I asked.

Cass gave me a scrutinizing look.  “Are we talking about me…?”

“Yes, we’re talking about you, who else would we be talking about?” I grumbled, feeling annoyed for some reason.

“Dean.”

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

I looked away.

“I find great satisfaction in my personal life,” he finally said.  “And I am enjoying my new hobby immensely.”

“Hobby?”

“Earth music,” he explained, his expression softening into a smile.  “I want to listen to it all.”

“Yeah?” I said.  “That’s a lotta music, Cass.”

He nodded happily.

“So me makin’ you mixtapes… that makes you happy?” I asked, weighing the words out before I spoke.

“Yes, Dean, so very much,” he said sincerely.  “It’s like you’re giving me a piece of your soul with every song.”

“Um, I don’t think it’s quite that deep.”

“Music is truly powerful.”

“Not that powerful.”

“And yet…”

I let him have the last word, shaking my head and taking a drink.

“Dean, are you happy?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, sure,” I said with a shrug.  “Ya know, for a dead guy.”

Cass sighed very loudly.

I gave him my most charming grin.

“You are in heaven,” he said to me.  “You are supposed to be experiencing the ultimate form of contentment.”

“I am,” I said, knocking our shoulders together.  I realized he was starting to get upset, and I didn’t want that.  I liked Happy Cass, as unsettling and foreign as he was.  “I am experiencing many forms of contentment right now.”

He looked at me.

I let my hand drop to his knee, resting there.  “I’ve got my baby, I’ve got my beer, I’ve got my tunes, and I’ve got my angel.”

That got him to half-smile.

I squeezed his knee.  “I’m okay, Cass.”

“I wish that you were more than okay,” he told me.

“How much more okay do I need to be?” I asked, rolling my eyes and reclaiming my hand as I took a drink.

He just looked at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Can we listen to something else?” he asked abruptly.

“Too loud?”

“Yes.”

“Put in whatever you want,” I said, nodding my head back towards the car.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tape, smiling at me hopefully.

“What’s that?” I asked, holding out my hand.

He passed it to me.

“Joni Mitchell?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Blue is a masterpiece,” he informed me.

I looked at him.

“You said whatever I want.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, handing it back to him.

Cass looked pleased as he slid down off the hood and headed back into the car.

Ozzy Osbourne’s voice cut out, and suddenly the night was quiet.  It was only a moment, and then Joni Mitchell’s acoustic guitar kicked in.

“I really like this song,” he told me as he climbed back up on the hood.

“It’s alright,” I said.  “For chick music,” I couldn’t help but add.

“Dean, there is no such thing as chick music.”

“Uh, it’s music made by chicks.”

“So music made by men is dick music?”

I spit out my beer.

Cass shrugged, playing it off like he was just making an observation.  Like he didn’t know exactly what to say to make me laugh.  “I might like chick better than dick,” he decided.

I was dying.

Cass smiled a happy, pleased smile.

I slung my arm around his shoulder and drank my beer, contentedly listening to the haunting sound of Joni Mitchell’s voice.

- 9 -

“This album is a revelation,” Cass informed me.

“Really, Cass?” I asked incredulously.  “Beyoncé?”

“Queen Bey, yes,” he said with a sincere nod.

“Oh, is this a monarchy?” I asked.

Cass sighed loudly.  “Be quiet and listen.”

I was quiet, but I couldn’t guarantee that I was listening.  “What is the point of sampling?” I grumbled.  “Come up with your own music.”

“Sampling is like a storyteller passing down the oral history of one generation down to the next,” Cass explained, using that voice that sounded like he was talking to a child but usually meant he was talking to me.  “It is actually incredibly intricate and beautiful when done well.”

“I don’t know, Cass, I don’t think Andy Williams reggae is for me.”

“Listen to the words,” he growled at me.

I tried.  “I’m just not into jilted lover chick music.”

Cass straight up scowled at me.

I groaned.  This was going to be a long ride.

Then something caught my ear.

“…is that Zepp?!”

Cass gave me a haughty look.  “Funny how excited you get at hearing a lowly ‘sample’.”

“Zepp rules,” I said with a shrug.

“You should try being more open-minded, Dean.”

“I’m very open-minded,” I said incredulously.

“Because you like that one Taylor Swift song?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Cass ignored me and started singing along.

I decided to ignore him, too.

We got through a few more tracks that had me really thinking this wasn’t an album for a middle-aged white guy, but then out of nowhere there was a country song blasting through the speakers and Cass had gone quiet, touching my arm.  “Listen,” was all he said.

“Came into this world daddy's little girl.”

“So relatable,” I mumbled, and Cass pinched me.  “Ow!”

“And daddy made a soldier out of me.”

That gave me pause.

“Daddy made me dance and daddy held my hand.”

Losing me again…

“And daddy liked his whisky with his tea and we rode motorcycles.  Blackjack, classic vinyl.  Tough girl is what I had to be.”

I swallowed.

“He said take care of your mother, watch out for your sister.”

‘Watch out for Sammy,’ Dad’s voice echoed in my ears.

“Oh, my daddy said shoot.”

‘All right, if somethin' tries to bust in?’ Dad asked.

‘Shoot first, ask questions later,’ I found myself answering.

Cass didn’t say anything for the rest of the song.

I hit the ‘stop’ button.

His head tilted as he gazed at me, waiting.

“The fuck was that?” I finally ground out.

He blinked at me.

“I didn’t like it,” I said abruptly.

A frown tugged at Cass’s mouth.  “I’m sorry, Dean.  I did not mean to upset you.”

“Who’s upset?” I growled, speeding up.

“You are,” he said, like he was pointing out the obvious.

“Whatever.”

I almost jumped out of my skin when Cass put his hand on my arm again.

“Sorry,” he said softly.  “I didn’t know that things between you and John were still so… unresolved.”

“Dad and I are fine,” I lied, and no one believed me.

Cass left his hand on my arm, and after a while he reclaimed his Beyoncé tape and put in some Metallica.

- 10 -

Cass left the damn tape mixed in with my collection.

I kept rewinding it, listening again and again.

“Oh, my daddy said shoot.  Oh, my daddy said shoot.”

Cass caught me, appearing in my passenger seat out of nowhere without the customary invitation.

I hit ‘eject’, and neither of us said anything about it.  “What do you want to listen to?” I asked.

“Driver picks the music,” Cass said.

I shrugged.  “Fish out some Lynyrd Skynyrd.”

He did so, pushing in their debut album.

I started singing along to I Ain’t the One.

This was what we did.  Except, usually I called Cass.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” I asked.

“Hm?” he said, looking away from the window to face me.  “Oh, I just wanted to see you.  I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course,” I said.  “You don’t need an invitation.”

“You have said that before, so I thought… I thought I might take you up on it.”

“Good.”

Cass leaned back more comfortably in his seat, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows.  He’d been taking off the trench coat and the suit jacket more and more often lately.  “Sam said the same thing, but I didn’t know that kitchens were a place for sexual intercourse.”

I slow blinked.  “I’m sorry, what?”

“Sam told me to stop by any time,” he said.  “Then he told me to knock first.”

“Wait, wait, so Sammy was hitting it on the kitchen table?”

“He wasn’t hitting anything,” Cass said, squinting at me.

“Cass, come on, you mean to tell me that you still haven’t figured out the art of the sexual innuendo?”

“Sam and Eileen were… in a compromising situation on the kitchen counter,” he explained.

“Nice,” I said agreeably.  “Good for Sammy.”

“Sam was not quite as enthusiastic about the situation,” Cass said, shaking his head.  “At least Eileen thought it was funny.”

I leaned back against my headrest, chuckling.  “Eileen is so cool, how did she ever end up with my dorky brother?”

“Opposites attract?” Cass suggested.

“Apparently,” I said.  “So you got a real eyeful?”

“I saw more of Sam than I ever wanted to, if that’s what you’re asking,” he said.

I cracked up.  “Gross, man.”

“Indeed.”

“Pick up any new techniques?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows at him.  “Knowing Sammy, probably not…”

“Sex techniques?” he asked, making a face at me.

“Yeah, man,” I said.  “Never know when some lovely lady- or uh… dude, uh… might, ya know, walk into your life.”

“I am not interested in having sex.”

“Dude, come on,” I said.  “You don’t ever get the urge…?”

“No.”

“Cass, you’re killing me here.”

“I don’t know why it bothers you so much,” he said with a shrug.  “Your sexual activity decreased significantly after the whole Mark of Cain skulduggery.”

I was scandalized.  “I did not-” and then I thought about it.  “How would you know?” I blustered, deciding to take a different tack.

“It is very obvious when you’ve had sex, Dean,” he said, like he was talking about the weather.  “Elevation in mood, increased winking and eyebrow waggling, excessive cockiness…”

“How is that-”

“Also, the smell.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The pheromone smell,” Cass said, nodding his head.  “Very distinct.”

I sniffed the air around me self-consciously.

“There’s also the ritual,” he said, gazing ahead thoughtfully.  “Primping yourself-”

“Hey, now, I do not primp-”

“Fixing your hair, making sure your clothing lies just right…” he explained.  “Then it is off to the bar, a few drinks, a few well-placed aw-shucks country boy smiles-”

“I do not-”

“Find a willing partner and take her to where it is convenient to fornicate-”

“Dude, really?”

“All I am saying is that you stopped having a strong interest in such superficial acts, so I do not know why I should have to be interested in them.”

“I am still very interested in those superficial acts,” I grumbled.  “I just… there was always so much going on, ya know?  And I just… well, okay, maybe I didn’t just want to pick up some random girl at a bar and take her home.  I…” I trailed off, at a loss to explain.

“I understand,” Cass said.  “I wonder if I would be more interested if sex with the person I love was possible, but since it is not, it all seems rather frivolous.”

“You can’t just dismiss it like that when you’ve barely even tried,” I said, shaking my head.  “Look-” I started and froze, the synapses in my brain finally firing.  “Wait, I’m the person you love.”

“Yes,” Cass agreed.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

He waited.

“So… you would want to have sex if it was with… me?” I asked slowly.

“Yes, I think so,” he said, nodding.

“And I’m not… interested… so, you’re just gonna be celibate…?”

“Correct,” he agreed.

“Cass, man, I can’t be the reason for you not getting laid.”

“You’re not,” he said, giving me an amused look.

“You just said…”

“Dean, I have experimented with human sexuality, and I do not find it fulfilling without a ‘connection’,” he said, making air quotes.  “Maybe someday I will make a ‘connection’ with another being who returns my feelings, but for now I am content without sexual contact.”

“But-”

“Perhaps you should worry more about your own sex life than mine,” he said.

I glared at him.

He held his hands up.  “I just mean that if sex makes you happy, then why aren’t you having it?”

“Oh, you watch,” I muttered.

“Are you inviting me for some sort of voyeuristic experience?” he asked, looking perplexed.

“No!” I cried, but then I couldn’t help but laugh.

Cass was quiet, but he had a little smile on his face.

“Is this really enough for you?” I asked softly.

“What?” he asked, eyes flicking to mine as he studied my expression.  “You and I?”

I nodded.

His smile went soft.  “Of course it is, Dean.”

“Okay,” I said, because when he looked at me like that I had to believe him, as improbable as it seemed.  “Cass, I…”

“Yes?”

I struggled for the words and finally gave up.  “You can drop by whenever you like.  You don’t even have to knock.”

“Thank you, Dean,” he said, looking pleased.

“Yeah,” I said with a shrug.  And that was all there was to say.

[samclownchester]

The day is June 15 2020

The time is 3 am

The situation is that the world has fallen into a pandemic of Covid-19, and my job closed down in March, leaving me with lots of time on my hands. Despite my doubts, I fell back into Supernatural, deep into it, and I am now rewatching it. I thought it would be fun to try and see how much I could remember from earlier seasons before I watch them all

I have watched up to 1x14 at this point, so those episodes are fresh in my mind, but lets see what else I remember

Season 1

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business”

Sam’s girlfriend dies just like his mom did

Their dad is the point of the season but is only actually in like 3 episodes

Sam and Dean break up but get back together

Sam has VISIONS and moves things with his MIND

Meg is a demon, Sam has a bit of a crush on her

They find their dad, but don’t kill the demon

colt

Season 2

Dean dies in a car crash, John sells his soul for him and dies

Bobby Singer is best dad

Ellen and Jo and Ash exist

Purple Nurple

Gordon?

Lots of psychics! Sam can make friends??

Jk, it’s the hunger games

Sam gets stabbed in the back

Dean sells his soul for him

They kill Azazel I think??

“I have … demon blood in me?”

Season 3

Saving Dean from his demon deal

Groundhog day episode where Dean dies everyday

Gabriel?? (trickster)

Blonde Ruby (let’s hear it for Laurel Lance!)

Very short because there was a writers’ strike that year

Hell hounds

Season 4

Dean was “gripped tight and raised from perdition” by Castiel

Sam has a new gf! (Surprise, it’s Ruby in a new body! :o)

Why does she pretend to not know Dean when he first shows up? Is she lying to Sam about who she is this whole time?? Hmmm I wish I remembered

Time travel?? (Sam doesn’t get to come ☹ )

Demon blood

Demon blood detox ☹

Let’s kill Lilith

“Because it had to be you Sam”

“The boy with the demon blood”

Season 5

Dean is the Michael sword

Sam is messed up, trying to quit demon blood

Cas rebelled, and he did it, all of it, for Dean

Adam Winchester is a person who exists

Also I think this is the season with Jesse the antichrist who never shows up again it’s fine.

He only existed so they could have important conversations about nature vs nurture which honestly they should’ve just saved from when Jack was born but they didn’t know that was gonna happen

More time travel??

Future

Cas likes drugs

Team Free Will

Samifer

Fall into the cage

Dean goes to live with Lisa and Ben

The end?

Season 6

Cas is working with Crowley and spying on Dean but not talking to him like the pining idiot that he is

Dean can’t help but inspect monster happenings in town

Soulless!Sam

Dean finds Soulless Sam

Hanging out with some old dude?

Get Sam’s soul back

Meet Death?

Find out Cas is working with Crowley

 O: Ultimate betrayal

???

Season 7

Leviathans

Godstiel?? Why?? Idr

Hallucifer

Please give Sam therapy

Sam goes to an asylum

Cas takes Sam’s trauma??    

More leviathans

Dick?

Charlie!

Kevin!

Garth? Did we know him before. Idk, we know him now

Dean and Cas go to purgatory!

When does Cas die and walk into the lake? That’s before they go to Purgatory, right? Hmmmm but how does he come back

 Cas is Emmanuel and has a wife? Is that in this season?

Season 8

Dean gets out of purgatory!

But no Cas

Sam had a girlfriend and a dog! Nice!

Not nice, he ignored Kevin and didn’t look for Dean

Like they agreed on, but whatever ok sue him for trying to be happy

Dean has a vampire boyfriend

Not so high and mighty about killing every monster are we now, huh Dean?

Right? I don’t remember, this is a conversation that happens though

He does end up killing Benny though, doesn’t he? huh

Cas is back from Purgatory! But he’s got Secrets ™

“I’m gonna become a hunter”

Then he stays in the old folks home and next time we see him he’s all wacky and likes to watch the bees?

Megstiel

You’re just playing sorry

Am I right?? I don’t remember, but all of this happens at some point

Who even is the big bad? What are we fighting? Idk

Oh we have to save Kevin from Crowley and he reads the demon tablet. Only eats hotdogs, doesn’t shave. I love him please keep him safe.

Spoilers, they don’t

Right! The trials, Sam does the trials, they “purify” him

The angels fall, but Sam doesn’t complete the trials and almost dies.

Season 9

Sam almost dies, Dean is like “right, nonconsensual possession is clearly the best answer for this”

Human!Cas, he drinks lots of water. Steve.

§  “you can’t stay here” :o

Abaddon I think?? What was the point

Crowley is sort of our friend now and I think we meet Rowena? Idr

Kevin dies ☹

“What is the upside to me being alive” – Sam

§  Maybe in this season, maybe not. Who knows?

Cas is a cannibal (eats grace) and becomes and angel again at some point

§  Hannah exists

We all hate Metatron

Cain??

Metatron stabs Dean and Sam puts his dead body on the bed

Demon!Dean

Season 10

Demon!Dean and Crowley are living it up!

Sam and Cas try to cure Dean

Charlie and Rowena interact a lot I think

Book of the Damned

When did they find the bunker? Men of Letters? All that? Idr, anyway they have it at this point

Dean kills lots of people

Charlie dies ☹

Dean blames Sam which is unfair and I hate it

They get the mark off and The DarknessTM is release

Season 11

The Baby episode exists

Really weird sexual tension between Dean and Amara while she’s still kind of a child, no one knows why. Please stop.

Cas gets called expendable and then makes poor life decisions

Lbr, though, Misha is the only other one who can play Lucifer with the same spirit as Mark Pellegrino. Sorry Jared, it’s the truth.

Eileen!! <3

Chuck is God :o

Let’s kill Amara!

Except we don’t kill her, she just needs to bond with her bro.

Here, have your mom back

Season 12

Mom????

British Men of Letters

Lucifer F*cks

Boy I didn’t think this would turn into what it did, let me tell you

Winchesters escape from Federal Prison

Cas says “I love you”

But like, the plural you. No homo.

Sam admits he lost his drive to lead, then finds it again and leads hunters against the dang brits! Hooray!

Oh shoot Lucifer wants custody of his kid!

FIGHT

Fatality – Castiel

Fatality – Mary

Oh no wait she didn’t die she’s just trapped.

Season 13

Jack jack jack jack jack

3 dads, all at various levels of dadding

Actually 2 excellent dads, one dad who is too emotionally damaged to dad but he tries sometimes

Yeah Cas pisses of a cosmic entity. That won’t come back to bite him

Jack just wants to be good

Wayward sisters was not picked up which sucks

Apocalypse world

Rowena is our friend now

Custody Battle!!! Who wins? Not Lucifer

We saved the day! And a ton of people

Literally they made a whole deal of the people being like “We won’t leave our home or our cause” and then they got back to Sam and Dean’s world, didn’t have archangel grace and were just like “meh, actually this place is cool. We don’t have to worry about going back”

Psych! We’re not done yet! Luci wants his kid

And Michael wants his planet

Season 14

Michael! Dean

Jack dies

But it’s ok, we fixed you, just don’t use your powers

Oh shoot he used his power

Nick is somehow alive

In love with Lucifer

Burn his ass!!

Oh Mary disapproves

RIP Mary

RIP Dean being a father, now he’s gonna murder

Hi Chuck, nice of you to show up

Oh no.

Season 15

Chuck sucks

Dean and Cas break up ☹

Sam has visions again

But he’s not psychic, it’s just the piece of his soul inside Chuck

Resurrect your girlfriend! Yeah!!

Jack is eating hearts, but it’s ok, Death told him to do it.

Garden of Eden?

Get your soul back boy!

 And cry

Honorable mentions (Aka these happened but idr when)

Sam falls in love with a werewolf and then has to kill her and MAN Jared really brought the tears

AU where Supernatural is a TV show

Finding out Supernatural is a book series and the author is Chuck!

Crowley becomes helpful mostly

Crowley has a son??

 Meet grandpa

Ellen, Jo, and Ash die

Bobby dies

literally everybody dies

Kill Hitler

They meet that Jewish guy with the Golem who pretended to flirt with Dean at some point.

Jimmy Novak was a devout man who deserved a lot better than he got

Claire Novak is so cool

She moves in with Jody

When do we meet Jody? She’s just always kinda been there?

Gabriel, I don’t remember anything about Gabriel

The council of the Gods’ happens and then I think Gabriel dies in that episode?? Idr

The Four Horsemen

Death, Pestilence, War, Famine

“You’re not hungry Dean”

 I literally do not remember what was happening with these guys

Also, they killed Death, killed a reaper, that reaper became the new Death. I remember when all that happened I just didn’t feel like putting it in the timeline.

[waywardnerd67]

My Boyfriend, the Demon

Title: My Boyfriend, the Demon Square Filled: Demon!Dean Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut Summary: (Y/N) tries to explain to her best friend why things are better with Dean being a demon. Word Count: 1215 Created for: @spnkinkbingo

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(Y/N) carefully walked into the dingy bar where her informant had told her Dean was hold up at. Sure enough, he was up on stage holding a beer and singing horrible karaoke. He looked just the same as he did a few weeks earlier before Metatron had stabbed him through the chest. She found an empty table near the front, so he would be able to spot her right away.

The moment his eyes landed on her a slow smile spread across his face. The few people in the bar cheered when he walked off stage. Dean stood next to her table looking down at her, “You know I’m not coming back with you.”

(Y/N) nodded, “I know. I’m here to talk. Is there some place we can go?”

Dean nodded walking towards the entrance as she got up following him. They walked in silence to the motel across the parking lot and into the room he was staying in. Before she could even shut the door, he had her shoved up against it his mouth smashing against hers. His large hands groping at her ass and boobs.

“D-Dean… what are you doing?” she panted trying to push him away.

Dean pinned her arms above her head and his hips pressed against her. She could not move with him using his strength and height against her. He chuckled looking down at her, “Even though I’m a changed man doesn’t mean that I don’t still want you (Y/N/N). You may actually like me better this way.”

She scoffed, “Really? You think I’m going to like you better as a demon than as my loving, human boyfriend.”

“Let me show…” he whispered against her ear as his hands went to the front of her shirt.

The sound of fabric ripping rang in her ears as he tore her shirt clear off her body. He unsnapped the front of her bra tossing it quickly behind him. No matter how much her mind was screaming at her to push him away, (Y/N) could not bring herself too. It had been weeks since Dean disappeared, and she desperately missed him.

He gently bit down on her nipple as he pushed her pants down her legs. “Fuck!” she cried out as his thick fingers found their way over her aching mound. He plunged two of them in her as he nipped and sucked his way back up her neck.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re so wet for me already. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep within you.” He whispered as she could feel the pressure in her lower stomach building up. “First, I want to feel you come on my fingers. Come on baby, come for me.”

He curled his fingers hitting just the right spot as she came hard riding her orgasm out on his hand. He picked her up wrapping her legs around his narrow waist and carrying her to his bed. She watched as he pulled his shirt over his head revealing his muscular chest with the anti-possession symbol on it. (Y/N) took in a deep breath watching as he pulled down his pants and boxers his gorgeous cock springing free.

“See something you want, (Y/N)?” he asked his voice low and husky. She slowly nodded as he walked over to the edge of the bed grasping the base of his cock, “Go on then… suck it.”

His command had her getting on all fours wrapping her lips around the tip. As she slid down his length the groan escaping his lips vibrated off the walls, “Fuck sweetheart, I’d forgotten how much I love that pretty mouth of yours.”

He gathered up her hair with his hands and held her head in place. He thrusted his cocked in and out of her mouth. (Y/N)’s throat was burning, and her jaw ached but something deep within her loved being used by him. Dean, her Dean, was never rough like this and it excited her more than she could have ever imagined.

“You like this. You like me using your mouth to just get me off. Fucking it until I come down your throat.” He grunted pulling all the way out of her. She was breathing heavily but managed to nod her response.

He turned her around, so her ass was facing him. He ran his finger over her aching lips as she felt her arousal sliding down her thighs. Looking forward, she gripped the sheets tight in front of her feeling his swollen head rubbing from her ass to her entrance.

“DEAN!” she cried out as he slammed into her. He was not gentle or slow as he pounded into her. He pace was erratic and fierce. The sound of the skin smacking together bouncing off the walls. His grunts sounded off each time he thrusted into her. All she could do was hold on as he used her for whatever he wanted.

She could feel his grip tighten on her hips and his thrusts were getting faster. “Fuck sweetheart, you better come with me.” As soon as he said that his hand landed hard against the side of her ass cheek.

(Y/N) cried out coming hard her body trembling for the pleasure coursing through it. She felt him pull out grunting his own release all over back and ass. She was panting as he laid down next to her taking the sheet and wiping her off.

“Damn (Y/N), I have slept with a lot of chicks, but you will always be the best. I need you to stay with me, will you?” For a moment, she saw her Dean looking back at her with soft mossy eyes.

“Yes, I will stay with you. Always.” She answered.

Two Weeks Later

(Y/N)’s best friend looked at her in disbelief, “He’s a what?”

“A demon. Dean’s a demon now.” She said walking back over to her duffel placing some clothes into it.

“Does Sam know this? What are we doing to cure him?” (Y/N) looked up at her biting her lip.

She zipped up her bag and made her way out of her room towards the Bunker’s garage. “Sam knows nothing and it’s going to stay that way. He’s a demon, but he is finally free to just be him. No weight of the world on his shoulders, no guilt and frankly this is just a better way for him.”

When they reached the garage, she saw the familiar black Impala waiting for her with the man she loved sitting in the driver’s seat. Her best friend reached out for her stopping her from walking further, “(Y/N) you can’t just go with him. What if he kills you or worse?”

(Y/N) snatched her arm from her, “You don’t understand. None of you will understand. I have to go.”

She jumped into the passenger side of the Impala just as Sam was walking in to the garage. His stunned face as he saw his presumed dead brother driving off with his girlfriend. She looked over to Dean who was looking forward as they drove out to the highway.

“Where are we going?” she asked as the corners of his mouth curled into a grin.

He glanced over his piercing emerald eyes glossing over to coal black, “Anywhere the road takes us, sweetheart.”

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Season 8 Episode 23: Sacrifice

SEASON FINALE AT LAST!!! Season 8 took me forever it feels like!!! So, how is Sam going to die at the end of this season only to come back the next one? It’s his turn. Dean died/went to purgatory in the last season. And since they’ve been alternating since Season 1...

- Roderick? Why is this Jody person calling Crowley Roderick? And who is his Jody person? They’ve closed down the bar! WAIT! This is Sheriff Jody?? I can never recognize her. And there goes Crowley, prepping a hex bag for her... Oooh, what are the brothers plotting? There is no way they’re going to be going along with this. So what’s the plan???

- Ok, so they got the whole tablet back together. And Kevin is in on the plan. And Cass is still going on with the trials to close Heaven’s gates. Maybe he should check in with the brothers...? Cause, you know, closing up Heaven while Hell is still wide open may not be the best idea.

- Awh, Sam and Dean are back at Bobby’s :( Man, Crowley is really letting Dean get that close to him? Hahahahahaha. Demonic handcuffs! They used the tablets as bait to get Crowley!!! Nice. Now they just need to “cure” Crowley.

- Oh Cass. You are still SO BAD at this!!! And the angels have Metatron.

- Oh, NOW they put up devil traps. Also, where are they getting the purified blood? HAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! Now I want to know what happened to Penny Markle in the sixth grade and what Dean did!!! 

- This is a bad idea. I wouldn’t leave Sam by himself with Crowley for 8 hours... Oooooo!!!! Sam injected Crowley with his blood post-confession and his arms glowed! That means he’s on the right path. Also, is he going to be able to keep this up for 8 hours? I mean... That’s a long way to go and his body is hurtling toward the cliff face. 

- You know, forcing Kevin to translate the tablet is going to blow up in your face. You’re acting a lot like the demons.

- URGH! WHAT IS CROWLEY UP TO BITING SAM??? And then not saying anything!!! Oooh, he’s gonna use his blood to communicate. Smart. Dean better get back to Sam cause he’s gonna need help.

- GAIL IS CUPID!!! AND IS SETTING THE TWO GUYS UP!!! HAHAHAHAH!!! LOVE IT!!!!! DEAN’S FACE!!!! 

- Oh, Sam looks so bad. He should call Dean. He won’t, but he should. I don’t know that Sam can physically do this by himself. And there’s Abbadon!!! I had a feeling we’d be seeing her again soon. HAHAHA!!! Crowley is hilarious if he thinks Abbadon is going to help him. She was horrified when she learned he was the King of Hell. Pretty sure she might just try to kill him instead. And Sam’s unconscious. HAHAHAHA!!! “You and I are going to talk about a little regime change.” Yep. Saw that one coming a mile away. 

- WOAH! Sam just set her one FIRE!! There she goes!!! Bye bye Abbadon! Go forth and find yourself a new host! And then come back to kick some more ass? HAHAHAH!!! “You did good back there, Moose. I’ll deny it if you ever quote me, but I’m a proud man. I’m proud of you.” You’re so full of shit, Crowley. You’re just glad Abbadon didn’t kill you. Except that Sam wants to cure you. HAHAHAHA!!!!!! “We just shared a fox hole, you and I!” WHAT??? “I deserve to be loved!” WHAT??? I love how Sam has the same expression we’re all sporting right now. Clearly it’s working. 

- Man, Sam looks like shit. Crowley wants to know where does he start with a confession? “Where do I start to even look for forgiveness?”

- I KNEW METATRON WAS A LYING LITTLE BASTARD!!! What is he trying to pull??? He’s trying to cast out the angels from Heaven?? “Our mission was to protect what God created. I don’t know when we forgot that.” You failed at your mission. You did a bang-up job at trying to destroy it.

- Wah wah!!! Is Dean going to stop the trial??? 

- MEEEEEP!!!!! Naomi got her needle jammed into the back of her head. Bye Amanda Tapping! I’ve loved seeing you again! Naomi would be in Slythering. Actually, most of the angels would be in Slytherin. Except Cass. Cass... That’s a good question. I’m not sure. Maybe Gryffindor? And now Metatron is holding a knife to Cass’s throat. 

- Oh, Sam. “You finish these trials, you’re dead Sam.”’ “So?” ARE YOU SERIOUS, SAM??? What about your whole speech of you wanting to live because you see a light at the end of the tunnel and you’re going to take Dean with you??? You can’t just be like “So?” !!!!!!

- And Cass is back on the chair. OH MAN!!! METATRON TOOK HIS GRACE!!! AND SENT HIM BACK TO EARTH!!! 

- OMG I’m going to cry... Sam. Sammy. THESE TWO!!! “We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here. But I can’t do it without you.” “You can barely do it with me. I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?” “Come on, man. That’s not what I meant,” “No, it’s exactly what you meant. You want to know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let you down. I can’t do that again.” “Sam--” “What happens when you’ve decided I can’t be trusted again? I mean, who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? Another angel, another-- Another vampire? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your brother just---” “Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it-- None of it-- is true. Listen man I know we’ve had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I’ve said some junk that set you back on your heels. But Sammy... Come on. I killed  Benny to save you. I’m willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don’t you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you. It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I’m begging you.”  

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE BOYS!!!!!And now Sam is likely dying anyway because of these trials!!!! And Sam can’t breathe!! And Cass doesn’t have his essence anymore!!! And it’s not like he could save Sam anyway. He said that a long time ago, that Sam was damaged in ways he couldn’t save him. 

- WHY IS EVERYTHING IN THE MEN OF LETTERS BUNKER SUDDENLY TURNING ON??? OH SHIT!!!! OH SHIT!!! THOSE ARE ALL THE ANGELS BEING CAST OUT OF HEAVEN!!!!

Well.... shit.... Is it all the angels that have fallen?? And have to live as humans?

[winsister91]

Breaking A Promise

Part Seven - Your Best Shot

Summary: Not the reunion Y/N had in mind

Characters: Dean x reader, Demon!Dean, Crowley, Sam

Warnings: Language, canon-typical violence, slight dubcon, angst, themes of addiction

Word Count: 1912

A/N: My poor babies! Why am I doing this to myself? Quick thanks to you for the amazing support and notes on this series! It’s encouraged me to keep going as I was so close to abandoning this series at one point! I love you all! @sofreddie gets super special thanks for being wonderful and my rock <3

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“Hey there Sweetheart!” Dean cheered upon entering the bunker.

You leapt up from your seat, turning with wide eyes as Dean winked at you from up on the balcony.

“Been looking for me?” he smiled.

“Son of a bitch! Get your ass down here Winchester!” you demanded with threatening narrowed eyes.

He jauntily sauntered down to you, that cocky smile never leaving his face. No sooner had his feet left the bottom step you were on him. A full blown tackle hug. You scrunched his jacket in your hands and held on tight. A wash of relief waved through you as you inhaled his familiar scent of leather and gun smoke.

“Miss me?” he teased, his arms around your waist gripping you just as tight.

“Why!” you thumped his chest in time with your words, “Didn’t! You! Call!?”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, he was aware he had been away for hours with no word, “My phone got bust up. Damn touch screen won’t work.” He brought out his phone and showed it to you. Sure enough, the screen was smashed to hell and didn’t respond to any friction. I looked like a stronger impact than a simple drop. More like something had collided with it, hit it.

“How did that happen?” you questioned, taking a closer look at the device in his palm. You noticed Dean’s hand was cut up, bruised and bloody around the knuckles, “What the hell Dean? What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” he shrugged dismissively, slipping the bloodied hand into his jacket pocket, “Don’t worry about it.”

“You went looking for Metatron again didn’t you?” you shoved him back, “Alone? Dean, you gotta let me and Sammy help you with this.”

“It’s fine, I got this,” he argued, trying to come off reassuring, “I’ll always come back to you.”

“I don’t doubt that…” you sighed, brushing your hand down his cheek, “Doesn’t stop me worrying though.”

“Come here,” Dean commanded, pulling you back into his arms, “You don’t ever have to worry about me. Like I said, I’ll always come back you. That’s a promise, hell, a guarantee!”

“Fine,” you narrowed your eyes but couldn’t hold back your smile, “I’m holding you to that.”

Dean winked, his smile returning before he leaned down to kiss you.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

“Hey there Sweetheart,” Dean chuckled, his green eyes flitting to black, “Been looking for me?”

“N-no,” you stutter, the black eyes filling you with a new level of panic you’d never felt before, “Get out of him you son of a bitch!!”

“I’m afraid it’s all me baby,” he raised his arms up in a victorious display, “Got myself an upgrade!”

“What?” you gasp, mortified, “H-how?” “The mark can do wonderful things,” came a new voice. Crowley’s. He stepped out of the shadows and leered down at you.

“Should’ve known,” you chuckle and shake your head, “When the shit’s going down, expect your dumb fucking face to be in the picture somewhere.”

“That’s rich,” The King of Hell scoffs, “If it wasn’t for my intervention, your precious Dean here would be stone cold dead.”

“I’d take that over him being one of you sick sons of bitches!” you spit.

“See,” Dean intervenes, folding his arms and pointing a finger at you, “That’s what’s interesting here. From what I understand, I’m not the only one in this room that’s gone darkside in recent months.”

Crowley throws something in front of you. Your backpack, full of Harper’s vials.

“Shit…” you mumble, “D-Dean just listen to me. I can explain.”

“No need,” he sneers, crouching down in front of you so he can look at you face to face, “I had a pretty crazy ass dream that told me all I needed to know, it reeked of you and your fucking disgusting junkie habit.”

“Y-you saw my dream?”

“And then! My good pal Crowley here picks up on an old demon blood tracking spell that broke through his seals. That’s some powerful shit Y/N.”

“I did it for you Dean,” you clench your eyes tight, holding back the tears threatening to seep through, “I needed to find you.”

“You couldn’t just let shit be!” Dean barks in your face, “Just like that damned son of a bitch brother of mine! You think I don’t know he’s been driving around, sticking his nose in where it isn’t wanted? You both make me sick.”

His words cut into you like a hot knife directly into your heart. This can’t be real. This isn’t Dean. Not my Dean...

“I told you a long time ago Dean,” you hiss, anger bubbling in your guts, “You really don’t wanna mess with me.”

“Cute,” he laughs, opening his arms out again, “Give it your best shot.”

You grimace as you try with all your might to will your binds to break, but nothing was happening. You were too weak, every ounce of energy in you drained.

“Of course,” Dean sings with a patronising back note, “You lost a lot of blood in that crash back there. I thought it was pretty lame set up to be honest.”

“Fuck you,” you growl, your eyes flashing purple but quickly fizzling away like a bulb going out.

“Naaw, you outta juice?” Dean coos, patting you on the head like a sick dog.

You struggle, pulling again at the ropes holding down. A primal red hot rage taking over your senses. You wanted to kill him. This wasn’t Dean, you couldn’t tolerate this vile version of him to be wandering around and tarnishing all the good he had done for the world. Your stomach churned just looking at that cocky smile now. The smile you once adored, the smile that used to make your heart flutter.

“Crowley,” Dean turns to his apparent new best friend, “Would you do me the honours?”

Crowley smiles, stepping towards your backpack. You scowl at him, trying with all your might to just make the bastard crumble to dust before you. Hopeless of course. You needed more blood. Just a drop to give you that rush of power. Make you strong again. The King of Hell makes sure to flash a toothy condescending smile at you, before clicking his fingers, and your bag of hope bursting into a plume of flames.

“No!!” you scream desperately, the ropes holding you tight in place and preventing you from lashing out.

“Just a sad little junkie,” Dean shakes his head, stepping back towards you and clutching at your chin tightly, “It’s quite sad really, maybe I should have given you a fair chance to fight back… or I could just kill you have done with it.”

“Then just fucking do it,” you whisper, spitting in his face.

“You were always feisty,” he smiles, wiping your saliva off his cheek, “One more taste of those fine lips...for old times sake.”

He forces his lips onto yours. Every fibre of your being resisting and more rage clouding your brain. He still had that old faithful taste of whiskey about him, it almost felt nostalgic. While he forced his tongue into your mouth, something struck you. A sense. You could practically hear the blood pumping through his veins. Raw demon blood wasn’t as strong, but it could be just enough.

“Fucking son of a bitch!!” Dean bellows as you bite hard into his lip, the irony taste of his blood soaking into your palate.

He shoves you back, the chair falling backwards and crashing you into the ground. You gasp, unable to feel any sense of pain from the fall. Your pupils dilate as you swallow the blood and it slips down your throat. This was different. Harper’s blood potion always felt hot. The first taste comparable to molten lava, mellowing down to comfortable inviting warmth after numerous sips. This was the opposite. Like drinking dry ice. It shot a sharp pain straight to your temple like chronic brain freeze. You wanted to get it out and it wanted out. Your limbs involuntarily quivering as power courses through you.

Is this the mark?

The world around you was in slow motion. Looking up, you could see a snarling Dean marching towards you, the First Blade gripped tightly in his fist. His eyes black as the night’s sky as he honed in to end you. You weren’t letting that happen. A simple thought and the ropes tying you down fizzled to nothing. A force lifted you up gracefully as you hovered a couple of inches off the ground.

“I did warn you,” you chirp, your voice carrying an almost ungodly echo as Dean momentarily stopped and hesitated in his tracks.

“Well,” Crowley raises his brow as he watches the scene unfold, “I’m out.”

You titter to yourself as the King of Hell snaps his fingers and vanishes. Then you turn back to Dean.

“Some friend you got there,” you joke, making him snarl like a rabid animal, “C’mon Dean, give it your best shot.”

The corner of Dean’s lips twitch slightly, like he enjoyed the challenge. He raises his hand and throws the first blade at you, aiming for your torso. You laugh at the pitiful attempt, casually waving your hand up and the blade stopping an inch or so in front of it. With a swish of your wrist you send the blade flying back towards him. It slices into his shoulder, the momentum carrying him back and he collides into the wall behind. Before he could react, you were there, hand clasped tightly around his throat while you laugh.

“Thought you said you had an upgrade?” you taunt, “Pretty pathetic if you ask me.”

Dean chuckles, almost childishly. You narrow your eyes, his reaction igniting more rage within you. He doesn’t say a word, rapidly grabbing the blade lodged in his shoulder and ramming it into your side. You wail in pain, letting him go and dropping to the floor as you watch your own blood spill to the ground.

“You’ll have to try harder than that Sweetheart,” he said joyfully.

“Dean!” came a new voice, “Stop this.”

Your sight becomes foggy as you look in the direction of the voice. Sam. He has a gun pointed at his brother and the demon blade in his other free hand.

“Both of you,” the younger Winchester continues, “stop this.”

“Get out of here Sammy boy,” Dean warns, “Or I’m killing one extra person today.”

“No Dean,” Sam stands his ground stubbornly, “Come back with me, I can help you. You too Y/N. You did what you set out to do, you found him, we can end all this now.”

“Sam…” you gasped, rolling onto your back as the pain intensified. You could feel something rumbling within you. More power. Too much power. The wound from the First Blade had set off some kind of reaction, and you were terrified of it.

“Dean...” you whined breathlessly, “Get out... please.”

The brothers narrowed their eyes at you in bewilderment, neither of them so much as taking a step.

“LEAVE!!” you scream. Your voice was shrill and sharp like the scream of a banshee. Your eyes burst with purple light as you feel control escaping you, “NOW!!”

You have no idea if they comply. A piercing ring filled your mind, and all you could see was that purple light. You couldn’t hear yourself screaming from the imaginable pain that overwhelms you. Then suddenly there was relief. Release. All the pressure of the pain and power exploding out. Then darkness.

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Welcome to Mama’s 100 Quotes of Supernatural Challenge!!!

Wow! I am truly amazed at all of you wonderful people in Tumblr land. After 1 year on here I have 2000 followers!!!! (OK, so I know my blog is not a big ole bomb of excitement the majority of time but I am still tickled pink!)

So to celebrate my 1 year blog anniversary, I am going to do a 2-part thing. I put a poll out a few weeks ago to see what all of you would like and the 2 popular responses were a challenge and for me to do some more blog promo’s. You asked so shall you receive!!

I have searched and searched for some of the most memorable, funniest, best quotes from our beloved characters of Supernatural. Below the cut you will find the list. I have tried to include at least 1 quote from just about everyone (well, from a whole bunch of them anyways) but the majority of the quotes do belong to our sexy Dean, Sam, and Castiel! So keep on reading to see the list and the rules for this challenge!!

(And feel free to hop on over to my other part of this challenge, Mama’s “Spread The Love” Blog Promo’s and shoot me some suggestions!)

I have to give a HHUUUGGGEEEEE shout out to @atc74 for her help with my challenge image and for her assistance with some of these quotes!!!! Couldn’t have done this without you!

The rules are about as basic and easy as I can make them:

*This is a follower celebration so obviously, I would need you to be following me. However, if you have stumbled upon this challenge and would like to join, it is so super easy…. Just go click that follow button up there on the right!

*I need you to send me an Ask with your 1st and 2nd choice of quotes. It will be first come, first serve. BUT if by some holy miracle all 100 get taken, I am sure I can come up with some more to add to this list. AND you can chose up to 3 quotes if you would like to work ALL THREE into one story. (As a side note, if after a week I still have a ton of quotes not chosen, I will modify the challenge a little and allow you to send in your choice of quote/character)

*As for you fic, just keep it in the SPN fandom and make sure to highlight your quote(s) wherever you place it in the story. Just in case there is any confusion, the person you chose a quote from does NOT have to be the main character in your fic. For example, you may just really like a particular quote listed here from, say Balthazar, but you have a Dean x Reader fic in mind. That’s perfectly fine. Just make sure to have Balthazar in your story (with the quote) somewhere.

*This challenge is open to any and all ships and genres. I want y’all to write whatever inspires you when you see the quote of your choice.

*As usual, drabbles all the way to series are welcome. Just remember, anything over 500 words, add the KEEP READING line or, and I’m sorry, but I won’t reblog it. We all need to do our part not to overcrowd everyone’s dashboards.

*Deadline will be September 30th. I am giving everyone 2 months to do this. Beginning in Sept, I will occasionally start posting reminder posts to try to help everyone remember about their challenge deadline. I am well aware how we all take on a little too much sometimes and things get lost in the shuffle.

*When you get ready to post, make sure to tag me in your A/N and use the #mama’s100quoteschallenge in your tags. As usual, if I haven’t liked/reblogged within a day or two, please feel free to shoot me a message and let me know you posted it. I truly do try to go through all my notification everyday, but, well, you know, life gets in the way of all the fun things sometimes.

Ok, that’s it. Easy peasy, right? Well you made it this far with me so come a little further and read the quotes, pick your favorite, and send me your Ask! Most importantly, enjoy yourself and have fun writing your next masterpiece!!

1. I wanna punch something in the face. (Sam)   @destiel-addict-forever 2. Straight “Shawshank” this bitch!  (Dean)    @myloveforyouxx 3. I may be many things, but I’m not stupid. (Mr. Ketch)   @capsheadquaters 4. I gave everything for you! And this is what you give me?! (Cas) 5. I kinda always wanted to punch the devil in the face. (Mary)   @justanotherdeangirl 6. This is what you do when I'm not here. Type? (Crowley)  @percussiongirl2017 7. And after awhile... that starts to weigh on you. (Benny) 8. I am not someone that you should put your faith in. (Castiel) 9. I believe you're drawn to danger. (Mr. Ketch)    @uniquewerewolfsuit 10. Dude, don't compliment the bad guys. (Dean)   @docharleythegeekqueen 11. Things are not just black and white out here. (Dean) 12. I’m still gonna peel off your skin and eat your soul. (Lucifer) 13. It's your professionalism that I respect.  (Alastair) 14. We'll just tie up the bonny lad. Could be fun. (Rowena) 15. You idiots. You’re all going to die. (Crowley) 16. Things like “cosmic consequences” have a habit of biting us in the ass. (Dean)     @maximumkillshot 17. If I plan to do anything else stupid, I’ll let you know. (Castiel)   @skyedoes-things 18. I am doing all I can, to slightly lessen the spread of... of genital herpes. (Sam)   @samwinjarpad 19. Okay if you don't like, uh, reckless I could use insouciant maybe? (Cas)   @beccafgs 20. You've just been Garth-ed. (Garth)    @wayward-mirage 21. Weird, creepy, off-the-grid "Children of the Corn" people? Yeah, I’m in. (Dean)    @deanandsamsbitch 22. For me, having you here, it fills in the biggest blank. (Sam) @sea040561 23. I want to stop losing people we love (John) 24. Damn right, REO. Kevin Cronin sings from the heart! (Jo) 25. Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. (Ellen)     @maximumkillshot 26. Don’t make things needlessly complicated as you humans tend to do. (Castiel)    @sea040561 27. I’ve been tortured by the devil himself so you, you’re just an accent in a pantsuit. What can you do to me? (Sam) 28. I don't think you can handle my rod. (Crowley)   @roxy-davenport 29. You two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing I’ve ever seen. (Lisa) 30. Your unclean… in the biblical sense. (Billie) 31. I'm tired Sam. I'm tired of this job...this life. This weight on my shoulders. Man I'm tired of it. (Dean)     @deanandsamsbitch 32. I told you that roadhouse chili was a bad idea. (Sam) 33. You can't save everyone. (Rufus) 34. You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness. (Dean)    @skyedoes-things 35. I'm worried about my boys. (Bobby) 36. As long as everyone wears a condom we'll be fine. (Jody)     @queencflair 37. I don’t sweat under any circumstances. (Castiel)    @beccafgs 38. I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... just wait for the inevitable blast wave. (Cas) 39. Get the hell out of hell. (Crowley) 40. I mean, clearly, I have a type, but no, thank you, ma'am. Won't be once bitten, twice Doug'd. (Donna)

41. We talking misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or, uh…’squeal like a pig’s kind of trouble? (Dean)   @maximumkillshot 42. Do you have any idea how much stuff I had to steal, then pawn, to pay for that? (Metatron) 43. Fatherhood changes a man. (Crowley)    @roxy-davenport 44. I lie. I don't get lied to. (Benny)    @docharleythegeekqueen 45. We’re far from perfect. But we are good. (Sam)   @impalaimagining 46. I'm not a witch. I'm a nerd. (Charlie)   @wi-deangirl77 47. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in. (Bobby) 48. Kick it in the ass. (Bobby) 49. Wanna try that again like you mean it? (Sam)    @atc74 50. Maybe one day. But today you're my little bitch. (Cas) 51. You got me here now.  (Benny) 52. You Winchester boys and your talk. Blah blah blah repressed feelings. Blah blah blah passive aggression. (Charlie) 53. Come on in darling, the water's warm. (Sam)   @impalaimagining 54. I’ll give you a pass on account of the whole ‘raised by monsters’ thing. (Jody) 55. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?... All is so beautiful. (Cas) 56. You mean 'protection against a demon' salt or 'oops I split the popcorn' salt? (Dean) 57. But for your own good I strongly suggest you get a life. (Chuck) 58. You can't take the trick out of the trickster. (Gabriel)   @wideawakeandwriting 59. Is there such thing as a monster magnet? (Charlie) 60. I lied. I do that. (Crowley)    @winsister91 61. Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity. (Cas) 62. You realize I'm not asking. (Benny) 63. Your password is "winning" with two "1's"? Fail. (Charlie) 64. Everything is supposed to end. (Dean)   @captainemwinchester 65. I will not apologize for being a career woman. (Rowena) 66. So which one are you? Grumpy, Sleepy, or Douchy? (Sam) 67. It's just.. I just want this over. (John) 68. You look like you got attacked by some PCP crazed strippers. (Dean) 69. You know, you pitched this whole dewy-eyed bromance thing, but the truth is, I'm on lockdown, aren't I? (Adam) 70. You boys have serious abandonment issues, don't you? (Meg) 71. Where'd you get the holy oil? (Gabriel) 72. Yeah well, there's one thing you have that he didn't. You're a Winchester. I forgive you Dean. (Charlie) 73. You fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you! (Dean)  @captainemwinchester 74. I got your message. It was long your message. I find the sound of your voice grating. (Cas) 75. I should be asking you the same thing. (Ruby) 76. You don't know me. You never did, and you never will. (Sam) 77. Did someone slip a mickey in your power shake? (Gabriel) 78. No doubt - endings are hard. But then again... nothing ever really ends, does it? (Chuck)     @hannahindie 79. Sorry you have me confused with that other angel. You know the one in the dirty trench coat who is in love with you. (Balthazar)     @skyedoes-things 80. Shouldn't trust run both ways? (Castiel) 81. Unleash the Kraken. See you tomorrow morning. (Sam)   @4401lnc 82. I don't usually drink beer. It messes with my depth perception especially when I'm skinny dipping. (Garth) 83. No. Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect. (Jo) 84. I think you're a hero. (Rowena) 85. I can't live in the desert. I'm applying to Princeton. (Kevin) 86. This is my voicemail, make your voice … a mail. (Castiel)   @goofynerd-67babylove 87. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas. (Abaddon)   @lucilepiewhiskey 88. Was that your Batman voice? (Charlie) 89. Your life is one big poop storm isn't it? (Donna) 90. I guess because every woman I've ever had relations with... it hasn't ended well. (Sam)     @goldenolaf25 91. Dragons? Those are a thing? (Jody) 92. We’ll always be bound. You helped me. We will always help each other. (Amara) 93. Wait a second. Did he drunk dial you? (Sam)   @mrsbatesmotel53 94. I'm a man of my word. (Dean)   @deanwinchester-smut 95. I mean nothing ever really gets deleted from the Internet. (Sam) 96. This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here. (Castiel)   @thecuriouscrusader 97. Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents. (Dean) 98. Wow. I must be the star of this thing. (Sam)   @melbelle45 99. I’ve never seen so much porn. (Chuck)     @winsister91 100. Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talkin' about their own family. (Dean)   @chaos-and-the-calm67

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[powerfultenderness]

It Won’t Fade (pt 2)

Read Part 1 of It Won’t Fade

Summary: A witch has cursed you with a love lust spell and Gadreel has become the center of your attention.

Pairing: Gadreel/Reader

Warnings: Language, sexually suggestive themes

Word count: 3102

A/N: I was gonna do this in 3 chapters/parts but then I realized that fewer people read stuff if multiple parts, so here’s chapter 2 and 3 together. Enjoy some Gadreel! 

Masterlist

"So, get this: That witch made a spell that's supposed to strike deep lust for the first stranger a person sees."

 Dean furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why specifically for strangers?"

"To spread the curse. The first person cursed would sleep with a stranger, then that person would sleep with a stranger, and so on."

"You telling me this witch gave me a supernatural STD?"

Sam pursed his lips together and blinked, "Uhm, yeah. If you want to put it that way..."

"That bitch."

 "Anyways, problem is, we don't know how to reverse it yet."

You dropped your head to the table with a groan. It took Sam three hours to translate the curse and while the guys seemed to think you were holding up admirably, it was starting to get difficult to think of anything other than Gadreel. It took so much willpower to even listen to this conversation.

A heavy thud and Dean calling your name made you snap your head up. "What?!"

"We've been talking to you for the last five minutes. You OK?" Sam asked, though he knew perfectly well you were getting worse by the second.

You sighed and ran your hands down your face. "I swear if I don't fuck him I'm gonna go crazy." The sad thing was, that wasn't even an exaggeration.

_

Someone knocking at your door woke you up from a very steamy dream. You sat up, fanning yourself in a feeble attempt to cool down before answering the door.

Sam and Dean were outside your door, looking rather anxious.

"What is it?" If they were here to tell you there was no cure for the curse...

"We think we may have found a solution to the problem." Sam started.

You sighed, "Oh thank-"

 "But it won't be easy for you." Dean finished.

Of course not.

 You groaned and leaned against the door frame, "What is it?"

 It couldn't be any worse than the vampirism cure...could it?

 "Well...now remember, this may sound easy, but the effects of the curse-"

 "Sam!" You yelled impatiently.  

 "Right sorry. You just have to get to know Gadreel."

...

 You blinked. "What?"

"Well, that and you know, not sleep with him. See, we think that if you get to know him then he's technically no longer a stranger and the curse will break...hopefully."

 "Uh huh, right. "Technically" and "hopefully" don't sound good in our line of work, Sam."

 "I know. I'm sorry. Just try it. In the meantime, Dean and I will keep looking for another solution."

 You straightened out and looked at the two, "You and Dean? So...it will just be me and Gadreel...alone?" There was no hiding the slick grin that spread across your face at the thought of being alone with Gadreel.

 Dean rolled his eyes, "Calm down, woman. No. Cas'll be there to make sure nothing funny happens."

 "Ugh. I hate babysitters." You muttered, but if it was a chance to see Gadreel again, to hear him again. "Ok. I'll talk to him and try to control myself."

 "Great." Sam pushed past you into your room and motioned for you to sit on the bed.

 "Come on, if you really want me to not fuck him, my bed is the last place we should be." You said, crossing your arms and fighting off images of just how snug the queen sized mattress would be with you and Gadreel on it.

 Sam just looked at you and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket, "Just, sit down."

 You smirked and placed a hand over heart, "Why Sam, I had no idea you were so kinky."

 "Very funny. Now sit down." He ordered while ignoring Dean's laughter behind him.

 With a pout, you sat down and let him cuff one of your hands to the headboard. He held up a small silver key, "I'm giving Cas the key. If he thinks you need it, he will cuff both your hands."

 "Got it. Now show me that fine ass angel."

 You were so excited that you missed Dean mumble something about your feelings changing once you talked to him. You even missed the brothers leaving your room, so when Castiel started talking you nearly swore at him out of impatience, but your words died in your throat as you looked at the taller man behind him.

"Gadreel!" You smiled and tried to jump up, only to get caught up by the cuffs.

 Castiel frowned at you, "Sam said I should cuff your other hand if you gave any trouble-"

 "No, no, no, nono. I'm cool, I'm cool. I just forgot."

 He gave you a look that said he didn't quite believe you but nodded anyways before motioning for Gadreel to sit down in the chair in front of your bed, that was sadly just out of reach.

 Gadreel cleared his throat and looked at you, "What would you like to know?"

 "Are you seeing anyone?"

 Gadreel furrowed his brows in confusion, "I am seeing you and Castiel right now."

 You smiled, biting back a chuckle. How cute.

 Castiel gave you a warning look. But you ignored him.

 "You know, I think I recognize your vessel."

 Gadreel balked, "Really? I am sorry then, I'm afraid the man you knew-"

 "But I'm not really sure." You stopped him, tilting your head and squinting your eyes at him like you were inspecting him. "You're gonna have to take off your clothes for me to be certain."

 Castiel yelled at you while Gadreel only looked puzzled.

 "So, you don't know my vessel?"

 You coquettishly bit your bottom lip, "No. But I'd like to."

 Cas sighed and looked at Gadreel, "Why don't you just tell her who you were in Heaven first?"

 Gadreel frowned and looked down, ashamed of something you didn't know about. You frowned too and for a second you weren't thinking about fucking him.

 "What's your favorite color?" You blurted out quickly.

 Gadreel looked up at you and started to ponder the question. "I suppose...I don't have a favorite color. It is the sum of all it's colors that makes something beautiful, not one color itself. What is your favorite color?"

 You smiled and batted your eyelashes at him, "Blue. Like your eyes."

 Was it you (probably), or did Gadreel just blush a little? Castiel sighed and shook his head, “Ok, this isn’t working. Gadreel was imprisoned in Heaven for thousands of years-”

 “Whoa, why?” Your eyes snapped from Gadreel to Castiel then back to Gadreel.

 Gadreel frowned and looked away again, obviously ashamed of this part of his past. Silence hung in the air as he refused to answer.

 “For letting the Snake into the Garden.” Castiel finally answered.

 You blinked, “The Snake and Garden? You mean Lucifer and the Garden of Eden?”

“Yes,” Castiel answered once again.

“Really?” You asked, leaning to the side as much as possible to try to make eye contact with Gadreel.

 He avoided looking at you but nodded, “It is true. I was deceived.” He tried meekly to defend himself but fell quiet when he finally looked at you.

 You nodded, questions buzzing in your head trying to make their way past the fog of lust, when Gadreel suddenly stood up. “That is enough for now.” And before you could even get a word out, he was gone.

 Castiel didn’t even say anything before he too got up, though you did manage to convince him to lock the door from the outside and uncuff you.

 _

Gadreel was sitting alone in the dimly lit and mostly empty room. If this room served a purpose to the Men of Letters it no longer served one to the Winchesters, which was why he retreated to this room. It was sparsely decorated, with a simple, if generic, rug in the center with a coffee table over the rug. A two seater couch and two chairs flanked the small coffee table. An end table next to the couch and a single lamp rounded out the furnishing. What Gadreel liked about this room the best, however, was the fact that there was no door. He felt alone but not trapped.

 He was lost in thought, thinking about his past sins, when you slid into the room. “There you are.” You said in a low voice and made your way towards him.

 “What are you doing here?” He asked. “I thought Castiel locked you in your room?”

 You grinned, “Like one silly little lock can stop me.”

 Gadreel sat up straight, a little surprised with how quickly and smoothly you were able to move in front of him. “Perhaps you should go back.” Gadreel said gently, attempting to stand but you stopped him with a soft touch of his shoulder.

 You shook your head, “But I want to finish talking to you.”

 “Then we should find Castiel.”

 “No.” You whined as you grabbed his hands in yours and tried to reason with him. “If we really want to get to know each other it should be just us.”

 He pursed his lips together, “While I understand the logic in the that, I do not believe it is a good idea for us to be alone.”

 You nodded, “Alright.” But even though you agreed with him, your hand slid up his shoulder to the base of his neck, your fingers playing with his hair.

 “What are you doing?”

 A seductive smile spread across your face, “Nothing. But,” you slowly placed your knees on either side of his until you were straddling him.

 He pursed his lips together and furrowed his brows a bit, “I don’t-”

 “Gadreel,” you started sternly, cutting him off and placing your free hand on his chest, your other hand sliding from the back of his neck to his shoulder. “It’s not your fault, you know.”

 “What?”

 “With Lucifer and The Garden.”

 Gadreel was silent and his pale eyes went a little wide as he looked up at you, trying to find any mockery or lies in your words. There were none. You glanced down at your hand on his chest and fluttered your lashes coquettishly before making eye contact with him again.

 “One of Lucifer’s nicknames is The Deceiver. You cannot keep punishing yourself for believing an Archangel of all things.”

 “I defied orders-”

 “You served your sentence. How long were you in prison in Heaven? A couple millennia?”

 He was silent again for a few moments before meeting your gaze again, “Metatron-”

 You shook your head. “You paid for that, with your life...even though you’re back, somehow. Repent and do penance.”

 “Penance? Am I to go to confession? To-”

 You chuckled, “I don’t mean like that. You are an angel, immortal and powerful. Help and protect people, atone for what wrongs you’ve done.”

 “Help people? Yes, that is what I want to do, but how can I when-”

 “I know a human that’s very close by and needs help.”

 He blinked, “Who?”

 Your hands, both now resting against his chest, curled into the fabric of his shirt. “Me. Gadreel,” you whined, biting your bottom lip and pressing yourself closer to him. “This curse, it hurts so much. Please.”

 Gadreel’s eyes drifted down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. His own lips seemed so dry and he mimicked your action of licking his lips, no longer resisting your advances.

 You were lost in Gadreel’s presence, a dizzying warmth enveloping all of your normally sharp hunter senses. You were so close to him, your lips almost touching when you were suddenly yanked back by the neck of your shirt.

 “Don’t hurt her!” Gadreel yelled, jumping up nearly in sync with you, as you squealed from the assault.

 “Goddammit, Dean!” You cursed when you were steadied on your feet.

 “Hurt her?” Dean glared at Gadreel, dropping his grip on you and fully facing the angel. “She’s cursed, she doesn’t know any better. But you! What you were doing could make the curse worse! Hell, it could kill her!”

 Gadreel backed down, taking a step back and averting his eyes for a second. He sighed, “I’m sorry— ”

 “Sorry? What are you even still doing here? Haven’t you messed up enough already?” Dean continued to berate him.

 Driven mad by Dean interrupting your moment with the love of your life, you threw your weight into Dean’s side, swiping the side arm he always carried at the same time. Dean stumbled back a few feet, looking confused before angry as he realized what happened. “The hell!” He started but immediately shut his mouth when he saw you with his own gun pointed straight at him.

 “Don’t talk to him like that.” Your voice was dangerously low, a tone Dean had never heard but had no trouble believing that many a demon or monster had been on the receiving end of such a glare.

 Gadreel’s large hand landed softly on your shoulder as he gently called your name, drawing your attention from Dean. You lowered the gun slightly as you turned your torso and looked up at Gadreel, “He’s wrong about you.” You said, smiling at him.

 Gadreel returned your smile, “Thank you.” Then using his grace he knocked you out, catching you in his arms as you collapsed.

 Dean sighed and snatched the gun before you dropped it and flipped the safety back on. “Let’s just get her back to her room.”

__

By the time you came around, both your hands were cuffed to your bed. You were still a little fuzzy and you blindly tried to wiggle your wrists free.

 “About time.” Dean’s voice stopped you.

 You looked at him sheepishly, “I don’t suppose you’ll believe me if I told you I have to pee?”

 He shook his head and crossed his arms, “Not a chance.”

You sighed. This was proving to be troublesome. You needed to figure out a way to get the Winchesters out of the bunker…

 “Lucky for you though, we think we found a cure.”

 Maybe you could send up a fake distress signal. But from where? Too far and they’d send another hunter on the case, too close and just one of them would check it out…

 “Drink,” Dean said as he held up a glass to your lips.

One whiff of the suspicious liquid had you jerking your head back. “Ew no. What is that?”

Dean furrowed his brows, “The cure. Weren’t you listening?”

 “Of course not. And I’m not drinking that, you drink it.” You said stubbornly turning your head to the side.

 Dean sighed, “Woman, I will get a funnel!”

 Reluctantly you down the terrible mixed drink, nearly gagging as Dean made sure you drank every last drop. As you were still reeling from the taste, Dean uncuffed you and handed you a plastic waste basket. “You might need this.”

 He wasn’t wrong.

__

A day and a half later, besides feeling incredibly weak, you were certain you were back to normal. Sam, Dean, and Castiel were all standing near as you walked into the same room as Gadreel to see if you were, in fact, curse free.

 You awkwardly looked between Gadreel and the others.

 “So?” Sam asked, half curious and half worried.

 “Well...I mean, you have to know, cursed or not, he’s incredibly attractive.” You started, a round of sighs following. “But! But, I don’t have that overwhelming to kill you guys and sleep with him.”

 Sam and Dean looked at you confused, “You had the urge to kill us?”

You answered with a shrug. “Just a little.”

 The brothers shared one their looks before Dean cleared his throat. “Right. Now we’re back to our original problem. What are we gonna do with him?” He asked, vaguely motioning to Gadreel.

 Gadreel, suddenly the center of attention, shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t blame Dean for being suspicious, but there was nothing left for him to say and the hunter wouldn’t give him a chance to prove himself.

 You cleared your throat, “I might have an idea. If you’re cool with it, of course.” You said to Gadreel.

 “I was only going to crash here for a day but then we got caught up in the curse. If it’s good with you guys,” this time you were speaking to Sam and Dean, “then I’ll rest up till morning and get back on the road first thing.”

“Yea sure, of course. But how does that solve our, ahem, problem?” Sam asked.

You looked back at Gadreel, “You can come with me.”

Dean and Castiel echoed your name in warning, looking at you suspiciously. You laughed and raised your hands in mock surrender. “I swear I can keep my hands to myself. And it’ll get Gadreel out of your hair, and,” you looked back at Gadreel. “I can help you. If you want to go the hunting route and you don’t want to stick with me, trust me, I know a hunter or two who wouldn’t mind an angel partner. Or I can help set you up for like regular life and you can help people in hospitals or something.”

Castiel at least looked like he was willing to accept those terms, but the brothers. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

You shrugged, “Does it matter? You don’t want him here, so the choice is really up to him. What do you say, Gadreel.”

 He smiled at you, “I would be honored to assist you with hunting.”

 “Honored? Oh how sweet.” You chuckled quietly, “Great. I’m sure you’ll watch my back better than these two.”

 “Hey!”

 “Hey is right, boys. Who was supposed to be with me fighting that witch?”

 Dean sighed, “If anything happens, and I mean anything-”

 “I’ll call you, I get it.” You stopped him.

 “I will not allow any harm to come to her.” Gadreel declared, looking just as determined as he sounded.

 “See, he’s already doing his job.”

 The group dispersed, leaving you and Gadreel alone.

 “Gadreel, before we leave, I want to apologize.”

He blinked at you and tilted his head, “For what?”

“I said and did some very inappropriate things and I hope you can forgive me?”

He shook his head, “Your actions were not your own. There is nothing to forgive...I just, have one question. Did you mean what you said? You don’t hate me for what happened in heaven?”

Oh, for a second there he had you nervous. “No, of course not. Honestly, things turned out alright for humans.” Mostly. “Besides, I’ve got pretty good instincts, and my instincts are telling me you’re a good guy.”

  He smiled, “Thank you. I look forward to hunting with you.”

[nerdylittleshit]

Thoughts about Spn 12x12

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!

Man, I loved this episode. What a treat. I really feel like the second half of the season is stepping up in its game. Though I think this season had in general some really strong episodes, but towards the end of the first half I got a bit bored. But that is maybe because I think the whole Lucifer-story is done. And yes I know in a way this story brings us back to Lucifer, but in an unexpected and so far quite interesting way.

Before the episode aired we already suspected it would be an hommage to Tarantino (and well, I just saw a couple of his movies and that is years ago, so someone smarter than me please makes a post listing all the Tarantino references). What I expected was a random motw-case told in an unsual perspective/structure. And though we got the latter one, Davy Perez also surprised us with a really interesting case and some new mythology, a Crowley retcon and the return of an old friend. Well played.

I feel like espcially the new writers this season (Perez, Yockey, Glynn) did their homework. They know their stuff when it comes to the mythology of the show, but aren’t afraid to add new stuff (Yockey did this with the angel mythology in 12x10, and here we have Perez giving us new stuff about demons). And unlike some writers who just change the mythology in a way that it fits their story *cough* Bucklemming *cough* they do in a smart way, that doesn’t change the story the way we know it, but adds something to our perspective and makes it more complex. I think this is the advantage when you come to a show that already has twelve years of mythology build up: you don’t need to create something new but rather can go back and add something new to something old. I also feel that the new writers are fandom savvy. Stuff like Cas in a female vessel (or in general Cas’s past) or bringing back the Colt is I think a nod to the fandom. Those are the things many fans yearned to see. And of course there is always a thin line between telling your story and fanservice, but they added these things well enough into their actual stories to say it is just pure fanservice.

But now, let’s get to the actual story (I only remembered half of the title cards and tumblr couldn’t provide me with my need, so there you go).

Prelude:

Just as in 12x09 we see one of the British MoL speaking direct to the camera, though it is Mr. Ketch this time, not Mick. This again makes him the narrator of the story in a way, or as others speculated the stand in for the showrunner (just as Chuck was for Kripke and Metatron for Carver). The focus here is right on the storytelling part. Which makes sense because the actual story is told from different perspectives, which is something that I love (and just in general whenever Spn tells a story from a different perspective).

I think there is already plenty of meta about the dinner scene and the waitress and Cas and Dean’s reaction, which I haven’t read because I am awfully behind on my dash, but I won’t go in detail in here. But if anyone thought of it as a “no homo” I just kindly remind them of the giant “yes homo” that we get at the end of the episode. Either way, I like to believe that Mandy wasn’t just into Cas because he is, as I may quote one Dean Winchester, “devastatingly handsome”, but because they both are science nerds who know cheese isn’t a carb. Also, Cas is yet again associated with the sun (a sunrise special for our Mr. Sunshine). And Dean trying to teach Cas how to flirt reminded me a lot of 9x06 and Dean trying to prepare Cas for his date, aka the gayest episode ever. (Also, Cas stop sniffing the waitress)

I’m kinda indifferent when it comes to Wally, mostly because we didn’t know him enough (still he deserved better). I was wrong in my speculation there would be something shady about him. That was all on Mary. And I already expected he wouldn’t make it out alive in this episode, but I thought he would have lasted longer. It was also interesting to see that appearently he never dealt with demons before. I mean they pretty much walked the earth since season 3 (thanks to Sam & Dean) and we are so used to them I thought it was unlikely to find a hunter who hasn’t dealt with them. Also, did Crowley inform his guarding demons not to kill the Winchesters? It doesn’t seem like that.

Bonus: Mary finally using her mom voice. 

The Wounded Angel:

We start with Cas listening to the radio and it is very intersting what we hear:

Man on radio: Each of us has a time when the physical body dies and we all face God's judgment in the end. There's not one of us alive walking on this earthly plane that will not pay the consequence for their actions. The Lord will hold us in the palm of his hand and he'll weigh our souls. Brothers and sisters, are you worthy?

This refers to Cas in many ways. He almost dies in this episode. We are again reminded of consequences that follow actions, one might say cosmic consequences. And of course the question if Cas is worthy, which I think the episode answers really well in showing us the love and support of his family.

Wally doesn’t seem to be surprised that Mary has two adult sons who are technically older than her, and later she tells him that technically she is her 60s, so I guess he knows her story. I don’t know how common it is for hunters to come back from the dead (because the Winchesters are not the standard), but even then coming back after 33 years is very unlikely. And again this is the same guy who never met a demon before. And who learns that Winchesters never joke when they talk about Lucifer’s child. Poor Wally. (Also “ Keep a lookout. Don't die.”, you had one job Wally, one job.) Of course the demon turns out not be a demon (or at least not an average demon) because that would be to easy. But when Mary saw the yellow eyes I thought for a moment the demon had the special power to make people hallucinate their own worst nightmare (and based on the promo Cas would have seen the Leviathans inside him again).

And of course, of course it is Dean who immediately goes to the wounded Cas. Not surprised at all.

Mother Mary:

Wally: “It all sounds swell, but someone walks up to you and offers you something that sounds a little too good to be true? I wonder, what's the catch?”

This already confirms that Mary made a deal with the devil when she agreed to work with the British MoL. We already know what the catch is, because the British MoL don’t hestitate to even kill humans if they get inconvenient and kill absolutely everything supernatural, even innocents like Magda in 12x04. And this will bite them in the ass with their angel best friend and the Winchester family tradition to become inconvenient.

Still, the question remains how much Mary is to blame for the events of this episode. We know she thinks she is doing the right thing, but we already know this is how half of the apocalypses started in Spn. Didn’t they get her the collector’s edition of the Winchesters gospels? And I think she knows there is something shady about them, otherwise she would have just told her sons about her working with the British MoL. And Dean even mentions that they almost killed Sam, so Wally might wonder what changed her mind.

I think Mary’s way of hunting is rather pragmatic. The good she can do with the help of the British outweighs any kind of consequences (and this again parallels her with Cas: they both have consequences for their actions waiting for them). She asks Sam since when is life about getting what you want. Mary wanted out, but hunters never get out. She wanted a normal life for her sons, but they turned out to become hunters anyway. So what can she do? The best in a horrible situation: saving as many people as she can. Entrance the MacGuffin (I think the light was purely a Tarantino reference and the Colt didn’t all of sudden starting glowing). The safe is hidden behind an image of Michael fighting Lucifer (with his lance?). They both are mentioned, the lance and Lucifer even appear. Regarding Mary though I wonder how much she knows about her sons status as the archangels vessels? Does she know that cupids set her and John up just to breed the perfect vessels? How much does she know in general about her sons lifes? In 12x09 Dean mentioned the prison cell was worse than hell and she didn’t blinked so I guess she knows about that as well.  The segment ends again in the barn, this time with Dean and Cas’s dialogue. Dean keeps his distance to a wounded Cas, doesn’t even touch him, which is unusual. Is it because Mary is around?

Mr. Crowley:

Entrance the king of hell and some new shiny mythology. I think the name Ramiel almost sounds like an angelic name. Did Lucifer use it to spite God? Also, all the old demons have names, whereas the average demons seem to borrow their vessels name (Meg) or might keep their human name (Ruby). I wonder though where Crowley got his name from. I bet from Aleister Crowley and our Crowley thinks he is super clever like that. Anyway, princes of hell. Are they above the knights of hell? If so Abaddon believed them dead or otherwise she would have turned to them to claim their rightfully throne in hell. And it explains her outraged reaction after learning the salesman Crowley became king of hell. Because here is the thing: with Lucifer, Lilith and Azazal gone I thought hell had no longer a clear hierarchy, and Crowley used the chaos and made himself king. But... not so much. Planing, scheming Crowley never planed this but it happened accidently instead. Hell, the female demon he had with him almost became queen of hell. And I guess with the title you get the powers but also that Ramiel transfered them to Crowley in a way? Either way, it paints quite a different picture of Crowley. For years I thought of him as the ambitious demon who first made himself king of the crossroads and later king of hell, just to learn he only had luck. That bastard.

So, the lance of Micheal. Kills the bad ones fast and the good ones slow. Of course I thought it would refer to character rather than species (because Cas is anything but good). And just introducing a weapon that could kill Lucifer (and probably his child as well) only to destroy it. I guess it is useless now. But with the return of the Colt we are reminded of all the awesome weapons we had in the show (and that a lot of us fangirled about in the latest meta challenge), but also the disadvantage of a weapon that can kill everything from a writer’s perspective. Because they are just too good to be true, and bring easy solutions instead of conflict. So they either get destroyed or get lost.

We get the confirmation that there are at least two other princes of hell, Asmodeus and Dagon. Ramiel also said Dagon showed an interest in Lucifer’s child, so chances are we might see her this season. I really thought Ramiel would kill Crowley for breaking their deal, and at this point I feel like I’m telling for years now that I think Crowley’s story is done, and with the reveal how he became king it would have been a good end. Also yet another reminder Crowley never underestimated the Winchesters and that is the reason he is still alive. I wonder though if Crowley made another deal with Ramiel. If so it doesn’t seem to matter as Ramiel died anyway.

And that leaves us with Cas, who we first met in a barn and who is now about to die in one as well. *slowlytearsup*

Something something barn: (yes, that was the exact title of that card)

*startscryingforreal*

Just everything about this scene was so beautiful.

“Thank you. Knowing you, it... it's been the best part of my life.”

Can you imagine how old Cas is, all the wonders he had seen, he had created, everything about this powerfull alien being and yet, spending what seemed to him only seconds with those humans was the best part of his life. I can’t.

“And the things that... the things we've shared together, they have changed me.”

Ok, just everybody look at the way Mary looks first at Cas, then at her sons. Thank you for this very ambiguous sentence and giving Mary Winchester something to think about what exactly is the kind of relationship her sons have with the angel.

“You're my family. I love you. I love all of you.”

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART. Finally. Cas adressing them as his family. Cas accepting his place in this family. I love you. I LOVE YOU. On this stupid show where we still can count on one hand how many times our main characters have said those words this is so huge. And it is impossible not to see this from a Destiel perspective. Because they immediately cut to Dean after Cas said this. And the way he says it. “I love you. I love all of you.” Because the second part wouldn’t be necessary if he already meant all of them with his first “I love you”. So it is adressed to a single person. I wonder who it might be.

hint: this guy

“We are fighting. We're fighting for you, Cas.”

And just, it was so important for Cas to hear this. To see his family being with him, fighting for him, risking their lifes to save him. That is the answer to the question if he is worthy.

Another thing: pretty sure her sons told her they killed Azazel with the Colt. So Mary technically knows that thing can kill Ramiel? Why doesn’t she use it? So her secret remains a secret even though her sons are in danger? I doubt it. I rather think, or at least hope that there weren’t any bullets in the Colt, so it was (at least for now) useless. That is the only thing that makes sense for the woman who was ready to sacrifice herself for her sons in 12x09.

If anyone was betting it would be Crowley to save Cas’s life they are probably rich by now. He destroys the only weapon he knows can kill Lucifer to save Cas. And I think it might have been the image of the Winchesters all gathered around Cas, to be with him in his last moments, that made him make this decision. Because deep down Crowley wants such a deep love as well.

I wonder if the grace or whatever it was in Michael’s lance that healed Cas changed him. I recently read some spoilers that Cas would change, some speculated if he would be rebooted again (and forget about Sam & Dean) and for a moment I thought he might did. But for now he seems okay. 

One last thing:

And the MacGuffin is revealved (that is actually not how a MacGuffin works, but never mind). The Colt is back. Now that it is back they will use it. I just wonder who will be the victim? Lucifer’s child? It didn’t work on Lucifer though. Another prince of hell? Crowley? Cas? Mary?

“I lost a friend. I almost lost one of my boys.”

Mary refers to Cas as one of her boys. OMG. We all wondered how Mary would react to Cas, if she might be suspicious about him (hey, I wrote a fic about that), but insted she just adopted him. Or maybe she was just confirmed in her assumption that Cas is her son in law. Either way, I love it. Cas has a mom now.

So Mary threatens the British MoL (and I totally forgot she filed them under “Hobbits” in her phone... Dean is so much her son). I already said they have no mercy killing her whenever they think she is going to become a problem for them.

Everbody and their mother already wrote about that season 12 so far seems like a subversion of season 6 in many ways. Instead of Cas we have Mary now working behind the backs of Sam and Dean. Whereas Cas opens up about his feelings and the three of them (Sam, Dean & Cas) get way better at communication and for once don’t keep any secrets the betrayal comes from a whole different direction. I wonder if the outcome will be the same. I sincerly hope they don’t kill Mary (again). I don’t think Sam & Dean would survive it (and neither would I). In 11x23 Dabb already showed that he wants to go in a different direction than before. Instead of a sacrifice the world was saved through love and understanding and communication. I think Mary will keep her secret for a while, just to create conflict. But that evetually she will come clean to her sons and ask for their help, and not when it is already too late. Please show us that you can to better than in the past show. I’m done with both Crowley’s story and Lucifer’s, so I hope he just stays in his cell and that’s it. I would say I look forward to next week but we get a Bucklemming, so let’s hope for the best instead.

[lunellumcas]

Thoughts on Our Little World

So I happen to be rewatching season 11 right now… I think 11x06 has my favorite character things for an episode that wasn’t one of my favorite episodes. Like there are just little things about it that I love.

Cas in the very beginning actually reminds me a little of endverse!Cas. Mostly it’s the way he looks, totally out of it and dirty. But in both episodes he’s also an addict, miserable, and trying to deal with some pretty bad sh*t by just ignoring it with a little help from man-made crap. And that “Oh, why would I leave? I've got everything I need right here.” And “man can’t live on caviar alone, Dean.” Were call-backs to endverse!Cas’s brand of logic-with-a-bit-of-a-bite and empty apothegms. Plus Dean’s responding “Well you sound weird, okay? Bad weird” cinched it for me. It just really brought me back, and boy was it depressing.

Although I have to also say, I love that it actually shows Cas having PTSD-like flashbacks; that’s kind of the closest we ever get to acknowledging how traumatized Cas really is.

I detest Metatron calling him a “wuss” and a “Nancy” because of it… but at least it’s A Thing™ I guess? And Cas does get to voice his disagreement—I mean, he gets to assert his view of it physically, if not verbally and that gave me goosebumps… in a good way or a bad way I never could figure out… but anyway that’s a tangent. I just love Cas, okay, I just love the fact that he’s in this episode at all I think…

Back to the little things!

This is also the ep where we get the “summer of love” with Crowley line from Sam—the gift that keeps on giving. Which was only prompted by Dean knowing Crowley so well it’s embarrassing. Not to mention that Dean is so extra about Crowley this episode: may I present as evidence Dean ready to kill Crowley over Cedar Rapids* and the just-the-wrong-side-of-weirdly-aggressive “A padlock you'd find on a middle-school locker.” And who could forget that chuck darn voicemail Dean played:

Hey, idiot, andale -- Spanish for "get your ass over here." You think I've been paying your astronomical bar tabs for the past five weeks so you can sleep past noon with last night's skank? Well, Dean?

I still laffin over this.

And that’s not even going into Crowley’s dramatic monologue about his bromance with Dean and recurring inability to kill him.

*I assume this is referring to the whole “Father” and “Scrumptious Alter-boy” thing in Form and Void, and I guess maybe there was an element of betrayal with the whole Amara thing too.

And then there’s sweet Sammy trying to save all the demon meatsuits and finally just being like… “alright, two out of three.”

I’ll be honest, this is an episode I pretty much forgot about because nothing happens—also it’s the ep with the weird teenage Amara stuff so maybe I actually repressed it (I’m actively ignoring that right now and it’s hard)—but it’s got some little sparkly gems I’m going to hoard, thank you very much.

[supergenial]

[Translation and Lyrics] クロスレット by キネマ１０６

So I heard this song and it was pretty damn good, it feels a lot like an anime opening, I sit down to translate it and wait a minute 

it is a fucking anime opening. A doujin one though, from the good fellows in the doujin circle Kinema 106 who usually do Kantai Collection music and videos. Not only did they do a fully animated opening sequence (within their reasonable and independent production values) but if you check their website you can see a ton of information for their project.

To the best of my knowledge (there’s too much text) it’s kind of a concept for a mech anime where these people known as Crosslets form pacts with contractors, they’re sort of giant robots, there’s the side of tenshi (angels) and the side of akuma(demons). Our two featured characters are the protagonist Touma who’s contracted with the akuma Mephistopheles and the heroine is Mirei who’s contracted to the tenshi Metatron. Mephistopheles has heat-stealing powers apparently, and Metatron has a sick name that’s for sure. There’s a couple other female characters, including a cute non-threateningchildhood friend and I guess the other one is supposed to be the tomboyish one who’s also mysterious. The video shows that the setting is quite modern as some Shibuya landmarks can be seen but not much other advanced technology aside from you know, mechs.

Have to take my hat off for Tom, the leader of the circle as he not only took care of composing but also animating, the amount of work that went into this is obviously massive. Overall, I don’t expect to ever see this project go further than this (lol) but I have to recognize, they really made one absolutely kick-ass song. This tells me they truly understand the essence of mecha anime, what’s important isn’t the animation or how original it is but rather the fucking opening themes, that’s what all mech anime comes down to in the end. Lyrics down below the cut and see you next time.

(the video is more of a tv-size version, lyrics here are for the full version in the single)

Lyricist and Composer: Tom

Singer:  黒兎ウル

Song: クロスレット (Crosslet)

tsuki tsuranuku kurosurett

pierce straight through, Crosslet!

ishiki utsusu kawaita suna wo kami ochiru kotoba sae mo erabezu hakisuteta gekijou hibiku kyosou ni hikarete te wo nobasu kogoe nemuru you netsu ha tokete kieteiku

as my consciousness bites the dust I try to pick the right words killing all my violent emotions a resounding melody pulls me in like in a frozen dream all heat dissipates

rengoku ni sakebu crosslet kizu wo kizamitsukete moumoku ni warai kurutta kohitsuji sama no dystopia

the Crosslet cry out from purgatory their scars digging deep into them blindly laughing their way to madness as they sink to the dystopia of the innocent

sabita koe kogasu haguruma kowase kuuhaku no kotoba de tsutzuru houkou (wo-o-o-o) ubawareta asu to toketa yubisaki de aka ga shitataru kizuato wo tsuki tsuranuku kurosurett

breaking down the gears rusted by a flaming voice chanting out empty words reach out to the stolen tomorrow with those thawing fingers as the light drips through the cracks pierce straight through it Crosslet

ishiki ukabu shizuka na kyoumen ni ochiru hamon sae mo sukuezu nagesuteta gekijou tsunzaku koukyou ga sono te wo sashi noberu fukai mizu soko he iki ha tokete kieteiku

my consciousness emerges as I go through the quiet surface as i make a ripple coming out i discard all my violent emotions a melody reaches out and pulses through me being sunk to the bottom, my breath is denied

rakuen ni odoru crosslet amai doro wo namete yuuwaku ni kokoro kowasu mimi no nai ningyou

the Crosslet dance in the heavens licking it's sweet mud as earless dolls break apart all lustful hearts

rengoku ni sakebu crosslet kizu wo kizamitsukete moumoku ni warai kurutta kohitsuji sama no dystopia

the Crosslet cry out from purgatory their scars digging deep into them blindly laughing their way to madness as they sink to the dystopia of the innocent

sabita koe kogasu haguruma kowase toumei no enogu de egaku houkou (wo-o-o-o) chissoku shita asu to toketa yubisaki de aka ga shitataru kizuato wo tsuki tsuranuku crosslet

breaking down the gears rusted by a flaming voice yelling through a painting with paint that cannot be seen melt the suffocated tomorrow with your fingers as the light drips through the cracks pierce straight through it Crosslet

rougoku ni odoru crosslet nigai mitsu wo namete kouwaku ni namida nakusu kao no nai ningyou

dancing in the prison are the Crosslet licking the bitter nectar crying tears of fear are the faceless dolls

rengoku ni sakebu crosslet kizu wo kizamitsukete moumoku ni warai kurutta kohitsujisama no dystopia

the Crosslet cry out from purgatory their scars digging deep into them blindly laughing their way to madness as they sink to the dystopia of the innocent

sabita koe kogasu haguruma kowase kuuhaku no kotoba de tsutzuru houkou (wo-o-o-o) kooritsuku asu to nijimu yubisaki de aka ga shitataru kizuato wo tsuki tsuranuku crosslet

breaking down the gears rusted by a flaming voice chanting out empty words reach out to the stolen tomorrow with those thawing fingers as the light drips through the cracks pierce straight through it Crosslet

(as usual, please call me out for inaccurate lyrics, that is precisely what I want, getting corrected so that I understand it all better is a good thing, my ask is wide open)