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shirtlesssammy · 5 years ago

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8x15: Man's Best Friend with Benefits

Then:

Freaking witches!

Now:

St. Louis, Missouri

In a dark alley, a man and woman leave a seedy hotel. The man pays the woman and leaves. She starts walking when another mysterious figure starts to follow her. He’s a cop! And starts to arrest her by putting her in handcuffs and then..choking her until her head explodes??! They do things differently in Missouri.

Oh wait! It’s just a dream! The man sits up in bed, letting the dream images float away. His dog comes up on the bed to comfort him.

The next morning, the man starts to make coffee only to find a bloody shirt in his kitchen trash.

The brothers arrive at their random motel for the night, arguing about who the best Stooge was. They’ve had to have had this argument a thousand times before, lol. They’re there to meet up with “James”, a cop that needs their help. Dean decides to go for a beer run but is concerned about Sam’s wellbeing since he just killed a hell hound. Sam’s good!

Once alone in the motel, Sam hears a scratching at the door. He opens it to find a dog --the dog from the cold open.

The dog just busts in and makes herself at home. Sam is confused but not above giving some belly rubs while he tries to find tags on the dog. She doesn’t have any. Sam hears the familiar rumble of the Impala --which means Dean is back.

Sam rushes out to warn Dean about the dog. He hopes that she can just stay the night and they’ll try and find her home the next day. Then he opens the door to reveal a woman on his bed. She’s wearing the dog collar. :| :| :| :| :| :| :| :| :|

Sam pulls his knife as they confront her. She tells them that she’s not a shifter--but a familiar. Her name is Portia and she’s their friend James’ familiar. Dean takes a moment to process that this old friend is now a witch.

She tells the boys that after learning about the supernatural from them, James went on to become a witch. Now there’s something wrong with him. Dean tells her that he’s not a fan of witches (Oh, those were the days.) She tells him to STFU and help. Dean finds that “incredibly hot.” Sam agrees.

(God, I’m just trying to write coherent sentences for what I’m watching but THIS WHOLE THING IS GROSS.)

At a Continental Hotel for the supernatural, a man meets up with James to discuss what he’s been going through. He’s a mess because of his dreams. His friend tells him to take a break. James admits that Portia left him.

Portia, meanwhile, is explaining the whole witch/familiar lifestyle to Sam and Dean. (Like, I forget HOW MUCH exposition exists in Buckleming episodes.) Anyway, they used to be able to communicate telepathically, but he blocked her. Portia admits that she contacted the Winchesters --not James.

The next day, Sam and Dean head to James’ house to learn more about what he’s going through.

James tells them about the dreams and that he’s concerned they’re not just dreams. He wakes up in his bed after the dreams, but the people are all dead. He shows them the bloody shirt.

Dean tells him that they’ll help but he’s going to have to get chained up.

Dean gathers ingredients for a witch killing spell. He voices his concern about not knowing what they’re in for. Sam calls him out for being concerned about the trials.

Okay, we’ve been revisiting this episode for a bit now so here’s a palate cleanser:

The brothers are at odds about these trials. But they sure do look pretty fighting over them.

Dean tells Sam that if they have to gank James, then so be it.

FBI Sam heads to the police department to have them run a blood test on a piece of the shirt. He also learns there was a witness but the cops refuse to tell him more.

Dean and Portia head into a swanky little underground bar. WHICH bar, you ask? It’s a WITCH bar. She takes him to meet Phillippe. We learn that Dean sneezes over only one thing: cats. (So, we know God makes sure they don’t get colds, etc. now, why does Chuck make Dean allergic to cats?). Dean inquires of the witches in the establishment whether there’s a spell where a witch can control another witch. Spencer, a witch, looks shifty. The other patron morphs into a cat and leaves dramatically, as one does.

Portia locks James up in bed for the night and they hold each other close. They’re in love! They make love! I experience severe discomfort about this situation, which manages to be both extremely vanilla and SO WRONG at the same time. Sooooo many levels of wrong. While they’re having sex, Portia flashes several visions about James’ attacks. Later, when Sam and Dean arrive to BURN THE WITCH she stops them.

Okay, I gotta harp on this. WHY does Portia wear a collar as a human? When she transforms into a dog, it’s not like there’s suddenly a clothes-wearing dog walking around. It instead serves as a constant reminder of her servitude and that’s just GROSS, my friends.

ANYWAY, Portia suggests to the Winchesters that James’ visions indicate that the dark memories may not actually be his. The Winchesters agree to check it out.

Sam chats with the local police, who declares the case pretty much closed. However, they’re being shifty with James’ files, so some plans are afoot. Also let’s all cringe at the cop’s description of the precinct: “This place is run like a dogsled - no stars. Just grunts. One mutt goes lame, another one pops up and slogs through the slush.” File that under: worst boss.

Dean and Portia head to a creepy old warehouse, which is always a smart place to be. Dean’s super curious about whether Portia is more woman than dog. By “curious” I mean creepily interested in their sex life and pressing for details he shouldn’t pursue.

A witch meets them and tells them that the coven is onto James’ creepy dreams and possible murders, and they may force him to kill himself so he doesn’t reveal the witch community. Dun dun DUN.

Dean finds a spell from Bobby’s stash of stuff that would make it possible for another witch to plant false memories. With that in mind, they check in with James. The evidence they need is locked away in the precinct, so they all decide to astral project together.

As one does.

They astral project into the precinct and find their way into the mysterious room C-110. There’s evidence and pictures of crime scene photos everywhere. The cops are hardcore tracking James, and things are looking bad. They find a witness statement from - I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP - Phillip LeChat. LeChat. LE CHAT. For fuck’s sake.

James is shocked that Ed is building a case against him. Um. No shit, Sherlock. James power chucks Sam and Dean against the wall, knocking them out. Portia pleads for James to work with her, but James pushes her away. Yeah, he’s a keeper, Portia.

At the bar, James fights the cat. Phillipe pleads for James to have mercy on him and tells him that his master forced him to frame James. Ah, yes. The familiar / witch bond isn’t at ALL toxic or creepy. Before James’ eyes, Phillipe’s neck gets snapped by Spencer. Time for a witch showdown.

Spencer tells James that he targeted him because he wanted Portia for himself. When their relationship turned sexual, it drove Spencer over the edge and made him seek James’ ruin. Excuse me while I lick my finger and file all of this under the following: CREEPY GROSS WRONG OFFENSIVE YUCK.

Sam and Dean arrive just in time to be chucked against the wall again. Bbys. A witch battle ensues with hand lightning and floating and visions of all the terrible things Dean and Sam have endured over the years. Portia runs in, in dog form, and goes for the throat rather than just biting Spencer right in the balls. Strategically sound, if somehow much less satisfying. Sam and Dean take the distraction to set off their witch destroying spell and kill Spencer.

James flees town with Portia (who is STILL wearing her collar over a turtleneck - COME ON). Later in the car, Dean reflects on the fleeting vision he had of their mother to think about their lives. It makes him realize that he trusts Sam - his family - and he’ll back Sam’s fight to close Hell. Cool! Nothing bad can happen! “I’m good,” Sam says as he coughs blood into his hand. SAM, hon, NO.

Sometimes I’m a Quote, Sometimes I’m an Iguana:

Curly was a freaking genius!

Is anything we ever do a sure thing?

He's got the booga-booga on his side.

I like dogs

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howlingwind · 5 years ago

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01. what’s your name/alias you go by ??

my name is jeff !! lmfao (i don’t let memes die) it’s not my real name but i’ve gone by cody on tumblr for a long time

02. what’s your age ??

twenty. jfc i’m old. but also apparently a fetus??

03. what’s your zodiac sign ??

aries, which couldn’t feel further from correct lmfao

04. what’s your ethnicity ??

uhh mostly italian & sicilian, but you could probably point to any white place in europe and i’ll have a little bit of that in me. i’m also 1/16th native american but it’s such a small amount and sadly i don’t even know which tribe to learn more about them.

05. what’s your nationality ??

‘murican

06. what’s your favorite band and/or musical artist ??

i’m super indecisive about everything, so it’s difficult for me to pick faves (as you’ll see in a sec) but… mac miller, post malone, johnny cash, eminem, tenacious d, colter wall, kehlani, bruno mars, snoop dogg, elvis presley, justin timberlake, sublime, the rolling stones, etc etc there’s probably a lot i’m forgetting tho. i like most types of music except country. well, modern country anyway.

07. what’s your dream job ??

uh, i don’t have one? i mean yeah, i’d love to be a writer, or game dev, or a narrative director on a game, or direct, write, or act in movies or television, but like…i could live without any of that stuff. i just want to make a decent living, be able to own a house, not completely hate my job. yknow, not a glamorous life but a good one.

08. what’s one place you would love to visit ??

idk there’s a lot of places i’d like to go, but i’d most like to visit alpha centauri, even tho that’ll never happen lol

09. what’s your favorite tv show ??

i can’t pick that! but i love a lot of shows. general hospital, lucifer, the 100, supernatural, stranger things, izombie, south park, legends of tomorrow, once upon a time, arrow (at times), dragon ball, big brother, riverdale, chilling adventures of sabrina, that 70′s show, the ranch, umm… i could probably keep listing forever.

10. what’s your favorite movie ??

hmmmm, again i’ve got a list but… joe dirt, the new guy, why him, the waterboy, 50 first dates, all the spider-man movies, thor ragnarok, man of steel, 21 jump street, 22 jump street ,and a fuckton more lol

11. what’s your favorite song ??

constantly in flux, but the current faves are — creep by radiohead, stay by post malone, no below by speedy ortiz, unshaken by d’angelo, cruel cruel world by willie nelson, wanksta by 50 cent, shooter by lil wayne & robin thicke, stressed out by 21 pilots, self care by mac miller (along with practically everything on his final album), and i will always, un-ironically love only in america by riff raff. he’s not the greatest ever but that song is hilarious and always puts me in a good mood.

12. what’s your favorite sport ??

can i say rocket league? lol

13. what’s your favorite food ??

pizza, unquestionably. cereal is a damn close second tho. or pot stickers. damn, i’m hungry…

14. what’s your favorite face claim to use ??

typically, i’ve always really liked using paul wesley, chris wood, and matt daddario. i’m using lindsey morgan for the first time now though, and i really like her as an fc too.

15. what’s your least favorite face claim ??

to use?? um pretty much any singer or model just bc their resources aren’t too great. i really didn’t enjoy using pete davidson as much as i thought i would, either lol

to see… uh probs emma roberts or andy biersack. emma for obvs reasons but also bc i once had a really bad experience with people using those fcs. idm people using whoever they feel like using tho.

16. what’s your favorite character of yours to play ?? which do you think you’re most like ??

oh man, uhh i really enjoy writing chrissy & theo. they both speak to me. but tbh i’m not much like any of my characters? i’m boring af so i tend not to make any like me lol. i am kinda like theo in the sense that i’m quiet, and really just try to be a good person. other than that i’m most like jason solely based on the fact we’re both human lol

17. what’s your sexuality ??

danversexual. attracted only to fictional danvers women, examples including carol, kara, and alex danvers.

lmfao but nah i’m just a boring straight boy. well, like 99.9% straight. jensen ackles makes me question shit.

18. what’s the last movie you saw in a cinema/theater ??

captain marvel (thanks to dani lol). only two months late but it was worth the experience haha.

19. what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had ??

thankfully i’ve never really hurt myself too terribly except for a broken wrist, but between the ages of 10-17 i’d occasionally hurt my back by sitting weird, usually in an attempt to play video games without the glasses i desperately needed lol. once when i was like 11 i laid belly down on the couch with my elbows up on the arm of it for like three hours, which messed me up for days, then a few other times i hurt myself, but another bad one when i was 17, i had my back curved while sitting and propping my laptop up on my knee, tried to move and literally just cried, crawled on the floor, and laid there all night until i forced myself to move in the morning. lol luckily it hasn’t happened since i lost a little weight.

20. what’s a random or interesting fact about you ??

uhm, nothing? i literally can’t think of one, i’m dull af. i uh.. i replaced my own cpu cooler once? lmfao

21. do you listen to music while you write ??

sometimes. a lot of time i just like the silence or ambient background noise, but if i’ve got a fitting playlist for the vibe of what i’m trying to write, i’ll use it!

22. are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer ??

i’m a never writer, apparently v___v but lol ideally a night writer, my best work is between the hours of 12am & 4am, but my sleeping schedule is so inconsistent, and so is my dad’s who spends literally every waking moment of his telling me different stuff he wants done, so it’s tough to hit that sweet spot. i write whenever i get a chance tho.

23. have you ever roleplayed intoxicated ??

lol nah i’ve never even had a drink. like what teenager doesn’t have a drink at some point?? i told you i’m lame.

24. what language or languages do you speak ??

english, barely. and assassin’s creed 2 taught me some italian swears. and ac: odyssey has had me occasionally dropping “malaka” bombs since the day i first played it haha.

25. how long have you roleplayed ??

officially, about 9 years. i started at 11 on myspace, rping dragon ball z stuff. but basically about 12 years, if you count how from the ages of 8-11 i’d put an anime pic up on my myspace, pretend i was older, and talk to roleplayers i didn’t realize were roleplayers lmfao.

26. favorite roleplay genre ??

i like pretty much anything, tbh. as long as it’s well thought out, has an interesting plot, or whatever. sometimes it doesn’t even need that, it just needs to catch my eye or line up with something i’m looking for. but yeah, supernatural, multi-fandom, sci-fi, romance, town rps, high school/college rps, anime rp (well, pokemon mostly), harry potter… i’ve done it all tbh and don’t particularly have a favorite.

27. one sound you hate & one you love ??

the sound of cotton stretching is the absolute worst thing to me. or scratching cotton. idk, it just sends chills up and down my spine and makes my hands feel weak lmfao. i’m weird. i really love the sound of rain, or fire crackling, or like “ambient” harp or ukulele music.

28. do you believe in ghosts ??

short answer, yes. long answer… i’m pretty sure i was friends with a ghost girl as a kid?? like no joke, even looking back at it through rational “adult” eyes, i’m still convinced. my fam moved into a new apartment, and pretty much right after that i started having dreams about a girl my age at the time (11-12). i’d never seen her before but the dreams would be like just conversations, like i was visiting a friend or something. i don’t remember them much, but i do remember the feeling of someone else in my room all the time, like you know how if someone else is around you just know even if you’re not looking at them? like that. there was even one night i was getting in bed, laid there a minute, and then i could have absolutely sworn somebody came in the room and sat down next to me on the bed because i felt the bed sink a little under their weight, but i looked and no one was there. i had a really vivid conversation/dream/thing that night. then a few nights later, for the first time since moving there i didn’t have one. the next morning my dad was really freaked out and said he fell asleep in the chair, but woke up and couldn’t breathe, and felt cold little hands over his mouth. he rationalized it as just waking up from a nightmare but i didn’t think so, so that night when i went to sleep and saw her i got really upset, yelled at her for it, and woke up right after. then i never saw or heard anything even remotely similar again, like she left or disappeared or something. it’s so weird, and i know how crazy it sounds, but yeah. don’t get me started on the topic of ghosts lmfao. THEN AGAIN, like a year later we had a carbon monoxide scare, but i really doubt the two were related because that would mean there was an entire year that we were breathing it in and the monitor didn’t do anything lol

29. do you believe in aliens ??

no alien story, thankfully, but it just makes no sense not to believe in them to me. like, we probably don’t have them on earth, and we’ve probably never encountered any, but it’s as close as you can get to a mathematical certainty that there’s some other life out there in the universe.

30. do you believe in true love ??

like, people who are just meant for each other, like romantic soulmates? nah not really. but i believe that two people can grow to truly love one another. whether it’s based off an initial attraction/infatuation, or a friendship, or both. i’d actually argue that’s a simple explanation of the biological science behind the feeling of love, but that’s an essay i’m not gonna write lol. but there’s apparently a lot of different types of love, so i guess “true love” is suggestive?

also slightly unrelated but i don’t-quite-believe-in-but-am-open-to-the-idea-of soulmates, not necessarily as two souls who are just meant for each other romantically and always end up together, but more as two or more souls that gravitate toward each other to make up the important people in each other’s lives, like family members, lovers, or close friends. but that’s more of a theoretical idea/possibility than an actual belief of mine.

31. do you hold grudges ??

um, yes. lol i try not to, and i really do want everyone to be their best/happiest selves, but some people man… some people can take a long walk off a short pier lmao

32. do you have any obsessions right now ??

PO KE MON GOTTA CATCH EM ALLLLL. also… life is strange (thanks dani lol). supernatural. stranger things (thanks dani & steph) the 100 / clexa / becho (thanks steph). lucifer. captain marvel (thanks dani). the song “creep�� by radiohead and all its covers (tom ellis, haley reinhart, etc). cyberpunk 2077 (thanks dani). as you can see, i’m easily influenced lmfao.

33. do you drive & if so, have you ever been in a crash ??

nope i don’t drive, precisely because i’d definitely end up in a crash lol

34. do you like the smell of gasoline ??

uh that’s a big fat no from me, chief

35. do you prefer writing fluff, angst, or smut ??

i like it all equally, i think. i just really like writing & rp in general. i did run a smut rp once in the past tho. it gets old quick tbh and is the one of the three i can live without lol

36. are you in a relationship ??

bahahahahahahaha no.

37. grab the nearest book to you and turn to page 23, what is the 17the line ??

❝ “and why would that be?” kronos’s golden eyes glittered. ❞

— the last olympian by rick riordan.

38. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs that pop up:

1. season of the witch – donovan 2. riot van – arctic monkeys 3. busta rhymes – qveen herby 4. der kommissar – after the fire

also i gotta cheat because it’s too perfect that the next two are

5. stay – mac miller (one of my favorites ever that i forgot to mention above) 6. only in america – riff raff (i just love this ok. the video is hilarious but tw james franco for those that don’t like him)

#pandemonium: task #// i’m always last 😔 lmfao #// also this is like a mile long idek why so if you actually read this?? you’re a saint lol #→ por queue

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ain-t-bovvered · 6 years ago

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14x19 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together and then die.

@purpleskiesandcherrypies and @dean-winchesters-bacon won’t be joining us for this one.

I & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

+MASTERLIST of season 14 commentary *

Zee: We fight

Zee: Not again

Giulia: Aaaah

Giulia: Not again

Giulia: Oh finally the empty again?

Zee: Yeah. Hurt again

Giulia: Who are all these people

Zee: What are they doing ??

D: You know, we lost our mom once before. But we got a second chance with her.

Giulia: Oh come on

Giulia: A service memorial?!

D: She couldn't cook worth a damn

Giulia: We’ve been knew

Zee: Is this a memorial?

Giulia: Really

Giulia: Who are these people

Giulia: So many extras

D: Mom, you weren't here long enough. But we're, uh... we're so glad for the time that we had.

Zee: From the other world

Giulia: Aw stop those fucking eyes

Zee: A memorial with beer. I’m there

Giulia: Oh sam bb

Zee: Sam

Zee: Control your face

Giulia: Ok But I don’t give a fuck

Zee: What now?

Giulia: Oh What

Zee: Bobbyyyyy

Giulia: Ok but that bitch was smiling weirdly

Giulia: See

C: A Hunter's memorial, complete with monster. Mary would have appreciated that.

B: Now that you mention it, yeah.

Giulia: Oh he warmed up to cas

Giulia: The other one

S: Yeah, Dean... seems to be doing okay.

Zee: Seems to be doing ok

Giulia: Oh baby cass baby.

B: Yeah. Maybe he's like me. Bein' teary in public's not my style.

S: hang out, talk about Mom

D: "Talk about Mom"? [ Chuckles ] Yeah. Isn't that what we've been doing?

Zee: Yeah Dean.

Giulia: Oh he not okay

Zee: Keep pushing it down

B: You know, at one time, you boys were good-lookin'.

Zee: I love Bobby

Giulia: And cas is awkward

C: You need anything?

D: Yeah, I need a drink. [ Chuckles ]

Giulia: Shit Dean, don’t we all tho

Giulia: Not this bobby I don’t like

B: What? That kid -- he killed Mary!

Giulia: I kNoW ThaT

B: An unstoppable monster who doesn't know right from wrong gets put down or the closest we can get to it. And anybody who doesn't know that needs to go back to school.

Giulia: The closer that they can get To it. Meaning the fucking box

Zee: I think I love this Bobby too.

Giulia: I don’t really. But mostly I don t care for it

Giulia: Awe poor jack Oh fuck off nick

L: Only they -- they never loved you. You're nothing to them. just a little pet monster.

Zee: Oh for the love of Satan Over and over. Shut the fuck up

Giulia: They really playing on this satan on your shoulder stuff

Zee: Can I have this car?

Giulia: Ahahah of course Of course he’s there *choking* Oh god

Zee: Oh fuck

Giulia: Don t

Giulia: NO

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCK

Giulia: NO

Giulia: HE IS NOT OK

Dumah: *high pitch* Castiel. What a pleasant surprise.

Giulia: that’s not Dumah

Giulia: Or maybe she is

Zee: I think she is. But one can never be sure here

Giulia: Oh I love her. But she feels weird

Dumah: Oh, I'm not my first choice, either, but here we are.

Zee: Sneering much?

Zee: Can Cas stop with his eyes?

Giulia: No he s beautiful

Giulia: He doesn’t wanna talk about heeeer

Dumah: So he lost his capacity for good through an act of goodness.

Giulia: Awe he feels powerless

Giulia: ...Mmm

S: We know that Mom's not sitting on a cloud playing a harp. She's in a good place Or she's in a great place. She's with Dad.

D: You know what else? There wasn't enough left of her to even try to bring her back.

Zee: Fuck Dean and his face and everything

Zee: This is wrong

Giulia: I don’t like this

Zee: Yep. Wrong

Giulia: Oooh she wants him up there...oooh NOPE Don t

Dumah: Look at the world around you, Jack. You know, there was a time when Earth had moral order. When God would punish those who did wrong and who didn't respect Heaven. But when he left, it all fell apart. You could change that.

Zee: Don’t fall for it

Giulia: Yikes

Giulia: Oh no Dumah is not that great I DON T LIKE THIS

Giulia: Well she’s not wrong

Giulia: JACK

C: I was promised every effort would be made to, uh, locate Jack.

D: Oh. Heaven promised? Great. Well, we should take that to the bank.

Zee: Cas almost can’t look at Dean

Giulia: Oooh Cas speaking the biblical words ....is it wrong that I find it hot? it is right? ....shit

D: So either Chuck came back, which [Chuckles] That ain't gonna happen, or...

me re-reading this on the 24th of May : YIKES

Giulia: I hate it

Zee: Damn He’s a kid damn him

Giulia: Ooh OH ok but that’s not that bad tho

me still re reading this after the season finale : DOUBLE YIKES

Zee: Yet

Giulia: Oh Jack is. Really

Giulia: Oh poor babe That s not a smart choice

Giulia: She gonna die

Zee: True

Giulia: I don t like this

Zee: He has to count this in the end

Giulia: Oh no Not a dream Oh jack

Zee: I was just taking your friends

Giulia: Ugh

Zee: They gone

Giulia: NO JACK

Giulia: ew

Giulia: Fucking eww

Zee: Sweet lord

Giulia: Well he not ded

Zee: Ding ding ding

Zee: The box

Giulia: Ah ah Told ya. We ve been knew

Giulia: Dean Deeean

Zee: We know that

Giulia: Oh dean Of course

Zee: Me?

Giulia: Ya he will We saw that I hated it

Giulia: Oh u fucking bitches.

Giulia: Oh and just like that..? They angels?

Giulia: The fuck

Zee: He does believe he’s doing the right thing tho

Dumah: CASTIEL! good news

Giulia: The high pitch

Zee: Higher that appropriate

J: Cass! Look! I'm making angels.

Giulia: OH MY SWEET BABY

C: Dumah. A word?

Giulia: NOW

Giulia: fan herself

Zee: Knew it

Zee: He can hear this

Giulia: Hate this

C: You're establishing a reign of terror, beating humans into submission, stripping Heaven of its mercy.

Dumah: Oh, Heaven never really had any mercy, Castiel.

Giulia: We know that

Giulia: Oh come on I liked her

Zee: Past tense

Giulia: Well she kinda gives off crazy vibes

Zee: Oh Sam’s good

Giulia: U really want this fight

Zee: Are u ok?

Giulia: I am not

Giulia: Oh cas

Zee: Buh Bye

Giulia: Oh bb . Can’t never get over Cas’ expression when he has to kill his own kind ok.

Zee: Dean needs to shut his face

Me listening to Jack saying all the right thing in such a wrong fucking way, and Dean’s anger bubbling up ...lol....I’m in danger.

Giulia: He really does, Dean blink, please

Zee: Sam too

Zee: He’s not gonna

Giulia: Oh jack

Giulia: Shut up

Giulia: Oh the lieees

Zee: Dean’s scary rn

Giulia: He fucking is Lol he looks like micheal

Zee: Yes!

Giulia: “Accident”

Zee: Damn

Giulia: Sam your face is a lie

Zee: Oh jack

Giulia: Jack babe. I’m hurting

Zee: Can’t

Giulia: Sam your face

Giulia: Sam is snappin

Giulia: Oh jack. Poor (almost) innocent

Zee: Holy fucking hell

Giulia: HATE THIS

Giulia: NO

Giulia: NOOO

Zee: Poor kid

Giulia: THIS IS SO BAD

Giulia: FUCK THIS

Zee: Long shots are kinda our thing

Giulia: OJ NOPNDOANSP

Giulia: DNAKSH

C: Dumah was manipulating Jack into doing those things She told him it would please you.

S: Cass, he's here.

Giulia: NO

Zee: Poor innocent summer child

D: He's in the Ma'lak box.

C: No!

Giulia: OH THANK. THIS IS GOING WORSE AND WORSE

D: And that's where he's gonna stay.

C: No. You're doing what Dumah -- You are manipulating him.

Giulia: CAS NOT WRONG

Giulia: AND WORSE

C: What? You just want to forget about him?

Giulia: WTF

D: I wish I could forget about him! After what he did?

Giulia: WTF

Zee: He’s gonna break it

Giulia: SCARED

Giulia: IM

Giulia: ...OH GREAT

Zee: Yep

Giulia: OH THAT S SCARY

Giulia&Zee: OH GREAT

Giulia: supernatural: how a bunch of poor choices get us through life

Zee: Motto

[PROMO]

Giulia: Can I die

Zee: No.

Giulia: But I wanna

Zee: There

Week

Giulia: Was that castiel losing his shit? Because i’m here for that

Giulia: I wanted him ded

Giulia: Thanks dean

Zee: Well he can’t be blamed. And he’s honest

Giulia: Nope i blame him. I know you hang from his lips ( and other) but he’s wrong

Zee: Shut it.

Giulia: Rational part zee, you know he wrong, they both are .

Giulia: They fucked up

Zee: I mean, they all knew what they were getting into. They just didn’t know how bad it would get

Giulia: The box zee, It was a real bad fucking idea

Zee: Yeah ok. U ain’t wrong there

Giulia: And dean shouldn’t have decided . Especially since we saw how fucking broken he is

Zee: Yeah, but he’s one that has been making the decisions. Since day one. It’s how they made him

Giulia: Well this season he wasn’t, Sam was in charge And dean was glad of it

Zee: Maybe. Look. I know that locking him in the box was all kinds of wrong. But that was I guess their last resort

Giulia: Lol they could have just fucking talked. Dean was still angry and mourning so that was not an option he was open to. Because he wanted to jump the kid The moment he saw him back at the bunker. So yeah...they took the easy way. Jack is like a boat waiting to be steered And now they just gave it to the storm, with a drunk captain ( hallucifer )

Zee: Let’s not forget that Dean was the one who had actually lived and remembered his mother as a kid. Getting her back no matter how crappy she was, was a gift for him. And losing her? Twice?

Giulia: Sure. And? Does that make it right? Nope

Zee: No. It makes it a bit easier to understand

Giulia: It doesn’t Because they are not kids anymore And they know better. I’m blaming the writers here zee, I wouldn’t have make dean act like that

Zee: I know.

Giulia: I mean….earlier seasons? probably, but now? nope I was under the impression they grew.

Zee: What would you have made him do?

Giulia: I don’t know right now, but honestly? what doesn’t happen in supernatural is people talking to each other

Zee: True.

Giulia: That can’t happen so what’s left?

Zee: Shove the kid in the box

Zee: I can’t wait for next week. NOT!!!

Giulia: Ugh I'm so angry, I’ve been angry since last week ep, And now I’m angrier

Zee: U think there could be another reason they’re making Dean such a “dick”?

Giulia: You can take those “” away. I don t know And I don’t care. We’ll see at the finale

Zee: That we’ll do. U better calm down a bit

Giulia: I’m actually calm. Just Yeah well ...saw that coming

Zee: Almost everyone knew what this ep was about. From the title and shit. Not many believed he’d get out

Giulia: Well I wasn’t ready for it being dean’s stupid fucking idea With some lies and deceptions on top And jack trusting them so candidly

Zee: Jack trusted everybody bb He a kid

Giulia: He knew what that box was, and he still Nope

Giulia: Just Sam face when he listened to them? Nope

Zee: Let’s hope there’s a point to this pain.

Giulia: Ugh that ep left me bitter af

Giulia: That’s how much I disliked these last two ep ☹

Zee: I was waiting for you To express your bitterness

Giulia: Oh you don’t want to open that box trust me, I don’t

Zee: Wait till the end. I think it’s gonna be so much worse If it will make you feel better. Hit me

Giulia: I’m just kinda....that’s not them...idk I feel there’s something wrong, idk I’m disliking how they got written. J2M did an amazing job, as usual, don’t get me wrong, terrific acting, but idk...dean, sam, and cas felt so alien recently idk

Giulia: 3 idk

Zee: I know what you mean. And yes

Giulia: They feel weird And real fucking far away from what I knew of them

Zee: Do you think they’re just fading a bit?

Giulia: Yep Like...washed out But it’s really the writing Because gestures, mannerisms are still there

Zee: Maybe we’re emotionally and psychologically being prepared for the end

Giulia: It’s just what comes out of their mouth and the screenplay Yeah...but still

Zee: It’s disappointing u mean

Giulia: I’m not enjoying this

Zee: I know u aren’t. And when it’s done it won’t be pretty. But maybe it will be for the best after all

Giulia: And this is why I’m glad they decided to stop, I hope season 15 gets back on track and all comes down to an epic end because this season could have been so much more, and I feel they just lost something there

Zee: I think they owe us an epic end The writers I mean

Giulia: Yeah yeah I’m talking about the writers. The actors have little to do, we know it. Jensen said it that they can do little to change what the writers did

Giulia: I’m curious to know if they would have done the same things this season

Zee: Who knows. Maybe they should let the actors write the end

Giulia: Well they said that in season 15 Jensen and Jared were going to get consulted and be part of the screenwriting So ...finger crossed

Zee: They should be. I mean, yeah they’re “vessels” but they are the ones that bring the words to life. Let’s not worry about next season. We still have the “joy” that’s gonna be the last ep of this one

Giulia: I’m so gonna rewrite this season in act 3

24th of May note: Ok y’all don’t come at me with pitchforks and shit, this was written right after the promo for the finale ok. We still didn’t know shit. So yeah, just take it as it is.

@wayward-angelgirl @destiel-honeypie @mariekoukie6661 @dragontamerm @closetspngirl @rainflowermoon @mattiecat @bunnybaby121115 @aliaitee2 @jacks-word-of-the-day @4evamc @dammitsammy @legendary-destiel @winchesterprincessbride @destielhoneybee @castiellover20 @jacks-word-of-the-day @ravenhg @evvvissticante @legendary-destiel @dustythewind

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Chapter Six

Title: Love, Peace, and Rock & Roll

Theme Songs: This Is Gospel by Panic! At the Disco / Sign of the Times by Harry Styles

Word Count: 4,386

Warnings: language, angst, brief fight scene

Characters: (OC) Harper Raven, (OC) Maisie Raven, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Lucifer

A/N: this is our rendition of how Rock Never Dies (ep. 7 of season 12) occurs with the girls! So if you were wondering what season of supernatural this all starts in, it's season 12 :) by the way, Piper is at the Safehouse with the dogs, chilling in this part if you’re wondering lol -M&H

Read Ch. 5 and previous mini-chapters here and here!

Chapter List | Extra Content | Character Roster

Harper’s truck rolls to a stop in front of a luxurious hotel in Los Angeles, causing her to throw Maisie a questioning look. “This can't be it… Are you sure this is the address Cas sent you?” Maisie shrugs, hopping out of the truck, as Harper throws it into park before following suit.

“One of the boys must’ve sold their soul to the devil to stay in this place,” Maisie comments under her breath.

Harper shoots her an unimpressed look. “Really?”

They walk toward the front doors and find Cas, waiting on the sidewalk for their arrival. The girls’ faces light up at the sight of him, despite the grim situation that has brought them together. “Cas!” Maisie calls happily. Turning toward the sound of her voice, Cas nods at them in greeting.

“What’s with the fancy hotel? Who’s staying here?” Harper asks instead of giving him a ‘hello.’

“Lucifer,” Cas responds in a matter-of-fact tone; Harper raises her eyebrow, but says nothing. “The Winchesters are waiting inside for my return. Crowley, too, unfortunately,” he adds with a look of displeasure.

“Have you found him yet?” Maisie asks.

Cas shakes his head. “He’s at an exclusive concert. My contact didn’t come through. I do not think anyone else retrieved the information we need, either.”

Harper lets out a sigh before gesturing for Cas to lead the way inside the hotel. Cas saunters into the lobby with Maisie and Harper close behind. “Cas,” Sam sounds surprised. “Maisie? Harper? What are you doing here?”

“Here to help,” Harper responds simply, earning a frown from Sam.

Cas makes it to the empty chair near Crowley, but gestures for Maisie to take a seat. Smiling, Maisie puts her hand on his arm for a brief moment as she walks around him to the chair. “Thank you,” Maisie says as she sits, and Cas stands nearby her. Watching Cas and Maisie, Dean attempts to keep a straight face despite the turmoil of emotions, stirring inside him at the ease of their exchange.

Harper takes a seat in between Crowley and Sam on the couch. “So, you must be Crowley,” she prompts, glancing over at him. Sam stares at Harper, as if he couldn’t believe she is sitting next to him.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart.” Crowley’s remark rolls easily off his tongue. Feeling slightly uncomfortable by the nickname, Harper glances over to Sam, but chooses to ignore his unhappy expression.

Dean takes the moment of silence as an opportunity. “So, anything, Cas?”

“No.” Cas lets out a gruff sigh as he speaks.

“So, we couldn’t flip a single member of Vince’s team. Even with the threat of mass murder, these SoCal douchebags wouldn’t do the right thing.” Dean’s comment reveals his frustration despite the straight face he struggles to keep.

“Welcome to Los Angeles,” Crowley quips sarcastically.

“So, what’s next then?” Maisie asks, glancing around the room at all the defeated faces, and only earning a shrug from Harper.

“We’ll figure it out.” She looks at Sam with a half smile, trying to cheer him, but to no avail.

“Why did you come?” He asks, irritation clear in his tone.

“Because Cas called, and you need us,” she responds defensively. Sam and Dean both glance at Cas, who nods with his usual serious expression.

“You shouldn’t have come.” Sam crosses his arms over his chest.

“Seriously?” Harper scoffs, turning her body toward him, their knees bumping. “Lucifer is killing people, you’re trying to stop him, and you want me to sit on the fucking sidelines?” Dean glances over at Maisie, thinking something along the same lines. Feeling Dean’s eyes on her, Maisie glances his way and raises an eyebrow at him, as if asking whether he’ll try to fight her on this. Dean shrugs, knowing he’d never with that fight.

“Yeah, I do. It’s a suicide mission.” Sam counters, anger starting to seep into his tone.

“We have a better chance of surviving if we all fight.” Harper clenches her fists in her lap, trying not to let her anger control her tongue.

“There’s also a greater chance for one of us to die.” Sam angles his body more toward Harper, placing his arm around the back of the couch behind her shoulders. “I don’t want you or Maisie on this hunt.”

“Don’t bring me into your lovers’ quarrel,” Maisie interjects. Cas and Dean share a look, unsure what to do or how to react to the situation, while Crowley looks amused.

“Why do you suddenly not want me here?” Harper redirects, keeping Maisie out like she requested. Besides, this is between her and Sam. He looks away from her, refusing to respond.

“Hey guys,” Cas interrupts, gesturing to his phone. “Tommy texted me the venue.”

“Let’s go, then.” Harper jumps up from the couch, heading toward the door. Everyone else follows suit, rising from their seats.

“I’m going with you,” Sam says, promptly following after Harper, who is already halfway out the door. “Slow down, Harp.”

“Keep up,” Harper shoots over her shoulder without a glance. Crowley claps his hands together, practically relishing in the discord in the air.

“This is going to be fun,” Crowley grins devilishly at the others, before hastening after Sam and Harper. “I’m coming with!”

Maisie shakes her head as Dean breaks out into a smile. “That will be an interesting car ride,” Dean comments, laughter lacing his tone, but when he looks at his group and thinks the exact same thing, the amusement fades away. The three of them walk outside into the cool, nighttime air, and hop into the Impala. Cas opens the passenger seat for Maisie, before sliding into the backseat.

As Dean’s music plays through the speakers, Maisie’s inability to sing doesn’t keep her from serenading Cas loudly with a carefree grin on her face. When she sings to him, missing practically every note of the strong rock ballad all about a burning love, Dean’s jaw clenches, and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. Neither Maisie nor Cas notice as they merely enjoy the drive and the music floating through the car. Cas even joins in for the last chorus. On the other hand, Dean couldn’t wait to get out of the car; he would rather fight the devil himself than third-wheel in his Baby.

Meanwhile, Crowley sits in the backseat of Harper’s truck, happily being the odd one out as he basks in Sam and Harper’s argument. “So?” Harper asks sharply after a minute of silence. “Why don’t you want me here?” Her grip on the steering wheel tightens as she follows Dean’s Impala down the Los Angeles streets.

Sam glances back at Crowley, silently conveying his discomfort at revealing information in his presence, but as he looks back at Harper, quietly seething with a death-grip on the wheel, he realizes he would rather talk about this in front of Crowley than deal with Harper’s wrath. Letting out a sigh, Sam decides to actively ignore the demon in the backseat, pretending like it’s only himself and Harper.

“I’m worried,” he starts.

Harper’s stern expression soften slightly, and her grip loosens. “About what? Me?” Sam nods.

“You’ve been having a hard time lately. I mean, you lost your friend recently and had a panic attack while on the phone with me about a week ago. I’m just… worried about you.” Sam’s tone is gentle and disarming, melting Harper’s anger away slowly.

“I’m fine,” she insists softly. “But what does this have to do with this case?” Harper adds quickly before Sam can refute her statement.

“My point is, I was worried about you before this case, and when you got here, I guess you surprised me. I don’t want this Lucifer problem to become another thing for you to deal with. You have enough on your plate, Harp.” Sam stares at her, deciphering her reaction.

She frowns slightly, but her gaze stays on the road. “I can handle this.”

“I know,” Sam says, a small smile on his lips. “You’re a smart, badass hunter, so of course, you can.” At the compliment, Harper can’t help the smile that blooms on her face. “But appease some of my worry by sticking near me when the fighting breaks out?”

Harper nods, smiling. “Anything for you, Sam.” She glances at him, momentarily making eye contact and noting the look on his face. He wants to reach out to give her a reassuring touch, and he almost does.

“Wow,” Crowley disrupts the moment. “The sexual tension is unbearable. Let’s pull over, and the three of us can hop into the bed of the truck, hmm?”

Suddenly, the truck jerks; the surprise from the comment causes Harper to accidentally jump on the brake. “What the fuck. Sorry,” she bumbles; the awkwardness of the situation finally occurs to her. Sam looks as uncomfortable as her before he shoots a ‘shut the hell up’ glare at Crowley. Thankfully, they don’t have time to revel in their embarrassment as both the Impala and the truck comes to a stop in front of their destination. Piling out of the vehicles, the two groups assemble on the sidewalk a block away from the concert venue.

“So, how was your drive?” Dean asks with a smug smile on his face. Cas steps away from the group as he pulls out his phone to call one of Ladyheart’s bandmates, Tommy, their inside man.

Sam clears his throat. “It was, uh, fine. Harper and I are good now.” Although, Harper still appears uncomfortable. Dean raises an eyebrow, and Maisie gives her sister a questioning glance.

“Yes, they had a riveting heart-to-heart,” Crowley says, trying to push the conversation along. “I had a nice view from the backseat.”

“Sorry about arguing in front of you guys.” Harper finally manages to speak despite her embarrassment, deciding to steer the conversation away from the car ride.

Cas turns back to the group, hanging up his phone. “Tommy’s still not answering.”

“He got us here. That’s all that matters.” Dean pulls out handcuffs and closes the truck of the Impala.

“Enochian handcuffs? That’s your move?” Crowley comments, a tinge of disbelief in his voice.

“They held me,” Cas defends, as he tries calling Tommy once again. Harper and Maisie share a look, both wondering what the story was behind that.

“You’re not him,” Crowley counters.

“Yeah, well we have no sure bets here, okay? Anything we use will be like popping BBs.” Dean admits, his tone strong and commanding.

Sam shifts on his feet, bumping his arm into Harper, and mutters, “See? Suicide mission.”

Harper gently nudges him back. “We’ll be fine,” she tries to reassure him, although her words fall short.

“Oh, great pep talk. Go team,” Crowley adds flatly.

“Guys, we’re here to do more than just take a shot on Lucifer,” Sam reminds them.

“We are?” Crowley raises his eyebrows at him.

“Yes, we have to save the people inside, too.” Sam gives Crowley a subtle look.

Maisie looks around their circle, a ragtag team composed of hunters, an angel, and a demon. “And we will save them,” Maisie adds, a confidence in her voice that bolsters each member.

“I’ll take Lucifer. He’s my responsibility.” Cas glances around to his friends.

“No, he’s not.” Sam’s tone conveys a sense of frustration. “He’s all of our responsibility.”

“Well, the only way we can clear that crowd without drawing fire is if he’s otherwise engaged.” Cas proposes his idea as if it’s their only hope.

“Engaged in what, Cas? Killing you?” Dean’s anger rises to the surface briefly.

“You can’t go alone, Cas,” Maisie adds, going for a more gentle approach. Dean glances at Maisie and then Cas, attempting to decipher where she’s going with this.

“Yeah, you’ll last three minutes, tops.” Sam doesn’t add any reassurance to the idea, causing Harper to give him a look, as if trying to imply he shouldn’t be so harsh.

“Then I’ll give you three minutes,” Cas replies, unwavering; Sam and Dean look exasperated by Cas’ stubborn behavior.

After a second of silence, Crowley adds to everyone’s surprise, “Make it four... What? I help.” With nothing left to add, Sam and Dean start walking away from the cars to the doors of the concert venue. Maisie and Harper share a look before following behind.

“You have fun in the Impala with Dean and Cas?” Harper asks, keeping in stride with her sister, who nods enthusiastically.

“Yup, Dean has good taste in music.” Maisie smiles. “What about you? Sam and Crowley, huh?”

Harper groans and throws her head back for a second. “Remind me to tell you about it later. You will not fucking believe what Crowley said to us.” She shakes her head.

“Us?” Maisie grins, and Harper rolls her eyes, electing to ignore her comment as they stride into the packed concert hall. Harper stays close to Sam, pushing their way through the crowd, while Maisie follows behind Dean.

Sam and Dean make eye contact from across the room, signaling the start of their plan as the music starts up. “Does anyone smell smoke?” Dean tries to say over the roar of the crowd. Maisie lifts an eyebrow in disbelief, directing it at Dean.

On the other side of the room, Sam nudges Harper, prompting her to get ready to pull the fire alarm while he keeps an eye on the security guard. “Are you sure this is gonna work?” She asks, but continues along with the plan.

“No, seriously. I think I smell smoke, everyone,” Dean insists, drawing the attention of a random, entitled, white man.

“Sure you’re not having a stroke?”

“Hey, I’m serious. We need to get out of here,” Dean responds, over the sound of Maisie’s unhelpful laughter, and puts a hand on his arm. The man pushes his arm away.

“Step off, dad.”

Maisie’s laughter subsides, her smile replaced by an unimpressed look that would make Harper proud. Stepping around Dean, she stares the man down. “If he’s a fucking dad, then you’re the creepy ass uncle no one likes.”

“What, you’re not man enough to handle this so you set your bitch on me?” The man scoffs.

Jaw clenched, Dean forcefully grabs the man by the collar of his shirt. “Call her a bitch. One. More. Time.” Before a fight can break out between the two, Maisie and the security guard pull Dean away from the man, and Harper makes her move on the fire alarm. The alarm rings out only long enough to drag the security guard’s attention away from the situation with Dean, before Lucifer shuts it off with a twirl of his finger; the music amps up even louder this time, drowning out the hunter’s attempt at evacuation.

At Sam’s side once again, Harper keeps a straight face at the outcome. “Don’t tell me you told me so,” Sam says, glancing at her.

A smug smile turns up the corner of Harper’s mouth. “I don’t have to.”

Lucifer struts out on stage and grabs the microphone, calling out, “Hello, L.A.! What a crowd. Look at those fresh, new faces. Everyone excited?” The crowd cheers at his words as the hunters reconvene together in the middle of the room. “Yeah, you should be. Tonight’s not gonna be a typical show. Tonight you’re gonna see and feel things you never saw or felt before. Things might get a bit... messy.”

“Ah, screw it,” Dean mumbles before pulling out his gun and shooting it into the air. “He’s got a gun!” He yells out through the momentary silence that followed the gunshot. The hunters start filing everyone out of the room, but Lucifer tries to use his powers to shut the double doors, causing Sam, Harper, and Maisie to hold them open. Everyone but the four hunters manage to get out before the doors shut.

“Hey, assbutt,” Cas says, and swings a guitar at Lucifer’s face, causing him to fall against the drums on stage. Cas is about to swing the instrument again, but Lucifer delivers a swift kick, sending Cas backward. Dean doesn’t waste this opportunity to handcuff the deteriorating archangel, before Lucifer throws Dean from the stage. Sam comes to his brother’s aid, followed by the Raven sisters.

“Enjoy the show?” Lucifer asks as he stares down at them. “Guys, you know I could end you all with a snap of my fingers?” Cas is back on his feet with his angel’s blade at the ready as Lucifer continues, “But why would I do that when you can’t do anything…” Lucifer throws his hand up, his power sending Cas to his knees. “...To me?”

“Why are you doing this?” Dean demands, taking a step forward to stay in front of the others.

“You and God made up. You forgave him! What would he think?” Sam argues.

“I’m not especially interested in his opinion. Dear old dad, he finally apologized for abandoning me, and… What’s the very next thing he does?!” Lucifer shouts, anger and hurt written over his features. “He ditches me,” he says, quieter. “And you, too, by the way. And rides off into the sunset with Auntie Amara,” he adds, dramatically gesturing with his hands as he speaks. “He needed my help, and he’d say anything to get it. His words, your words, they mean nothing.” Lucifer pauses. Glances are shared between the hunters as they are all absorbed by the devil’s words.

“Oh my god, will he just shut the fuck up already?” Harper mumbles to Maisie, sharing an exasperated look with her. Sam throws Harper a look, and she clamps her mouth shut, realizing the boys probably want to hear every word.

“Don’t you get it? This is all meaningless. Heaven, hell, this world… if it ever meant anything, that moment has passed. Nothing down here, but a bunch of hopeless, distraction addicts, so filled with emptiness, so desperate to fill up the void; they don’t mind being served another stale rerun of a rerun of a rerun.” As Lucifer speaks, the state of his vessel continues to decompose. “Do you want to know what my plan is? I don’t have one! I’m just going to keep smashing Daddy’s already broken toys and make you watch!” He points to the Winchesters, and the girls glance at one another, trying to understand the situation with their limited knowledge of the Winchesters’ past dealing with the devil.

“Yeah? ‘Cause it kind of looks like you’re falling apart,” Sam quips, finally interrupting Lucifer’s never ending monologue.

“Yeah, you got a little something right there,” Dean says, pointing above his own eyebrow. “I mean, face it, rock is dead.”

“What can I say?” Lucifer’s vessel deteriorates more rapidly now. “Kicking your asses took a lot out of me. But don’t worry. Onward and upward,” he adds, before his essence leaves the decomposing vessel, blinding the hunters with the bright light.

“Well, he's got style?” Maisie lightly attempts to lift the mood as they all recover their sight. “Speaking of style, nice move with the guitar, Cas,” Maisie adds, with a single finger gun in Cas’ direction. Nonetheless, her comments are only met with a tired shake of the head or a pointed, unimpressed stare.

After reuniting with Crowley, the group makes their way back outside toward the Impala and truck. Dean throws the equipment they carried with them, back in Baby’s trunk, before turning back to the group and taking his spot in between Maisie and Harper. “How you feelin’?” he asks Cas, who is standing on the other side of Maisie.

“I’m not dead,” Cas replies, earning a weak smile and thumbs up from Maisie.

Dean looks over to Crowley, thanking him. “Well, I gotta hand it to ya, you said you would draw Lucifer’s fire and you drew some serious fire.”

“Oh, it was a grand success,” Crowley mumbles through his swollen face, sharing a look with Dean before the debriefing continues.

“Well, we didn’t catch Lucifer, but we did save the crowd. So I’m gonna call that a win.”

“I wouldn’t,” Sam counters. “Vince Vincente is dead.”

Harper glances over at him, then to Maisie, wondering where he’s going with this; Maisie shrugs as if she could hear Harper’s internal questions. Dean, on the other hand, looks surprised by his comment.

“We never even hoped to save him. And yes, I know, the third album…” Dean starts to amend, but Sam interrupts.

“No, he was still a person. He meant something to a lot of people. Lucifer just took all that and twisted all that up and snuffed it out. Lucifer was bad enough when he had a plan, a motive. Now he’s just having fun. I mean, how many people died tonight? Them, this, it’s all on us,” Sam argues in a disappointed, sad tone. “We let him out. We’re not winning. We’re just losing slow,” Sam scoffs. “And you heard what he said.”

“Onward and upward,” Crowley reminds everyone. “He’s gone big.”

“And he’ll go bigger,” Cas adds, discouraging the group further.

“And we’ll stop him.” Dean retorts, a note of finality in his voice. “We will. It’s what we do.” He glances around the circle, making brief eye contact with everyone.

Sam turns away, glancing at the police cars and ambulance parked outside the concert venue; Harper watches him, trying to find the right words, as the others form their own conversations. She glances back at the group, checking to see if they’re distracted, before she slips her hand into Sam’s to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“At least, we made it out okay,” Harper points out, although it comes out awkwardly. Usually, she’s not the one to try to be optimistic about any given situation.

Sam gives her a weak smile, acknowledging her attempt. “Yeah… I’m glad you’re okay.” He squeezes her hand back, finding comfort in her touch.

“Glad you’re okay, too.” Harper smiles, even though her heart isn’t in it as the outcome of the night keeps reeling in her head. She releases his hand and crosses her arms over her chest, turning to face him. “But what's with the clothes? You and Dean making fun of me for my all black aesthetic? Which I rock, by the way.”

Sam grins, glancing down at his black leather jacket and dark-wash jeans. “Yeah, we can't rock it like you can, but we were trying to fit in for the case.”

Harper rolls her eyes, but can't help the smile that his compliment causes.

With Cas and Crowley already long gone, Maisie leaves the last sweep of the motel rooms to Sam and Harper, and heads to the far side of the parking lot where she spotted Dean, beer in hand, taking in the view of the California valley.

“Sure you should leave the kids to themselves? We might never get out of here,” Dean quips; though his stiff shoulders betray his tone. He doesn’t even bother to look as Maisie approaches and leans on the railing next to him.

“Dean, for what it’s worth, I think you’re right. This was a win. I mean, in this life, we’ve got to take them whenever we can. We did our job, we saved all those people, even that one jackass,” Maisie coaxes the tension from Dean’s demeanor, putting a hand on his forearm, and he finally faces her.

“Don’t remind me of that jackass.” Maisie rolls her eyes at Dean’s exaggeratedly sour expression as she pulls her hand away.

“You weren’t actually gonna punch him, were you? We had a plan, but you looked like you wanted to take it a little too far... I don’t need my ‘honor defended,’ you know.” Maisie gives Dean a keen look; he scoffs, but looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously.

“Maybe I was defending my own honor,” Dean counters with a smirk, yet a vulnerable look struggles to stay hidden in his eyes.

“Okay, princess, just say the word, and I’ll go fetch my unicorn to hunt the bastard down,” Maisie teases back conspiratorially.

“I’m gonna have to pass on that nickname, sweetheart,” Dean laughs.

“Geez, you are so picky! What am I supposed to call you then?” Maisie mocks annoyance, while Dean looks thoughtful. Suddenly, a smirk slowly creeps across his face, and he takes half a step closer.

“You could call me yours.” Maisie’s lips part slightly, the mock annoyance disappearing and an elated light dancing in her eyes. Maisie takes her own half step forward, looking down at the small space left between them, before dragging her eyes back up to meet his.

“Only if it’s mutual,” she says softly. Dean’s eyes can’t help but stray to Maisie’s lips, finding himself unable to move his own.

“Enjoying the view?” Maisie breathes. He can feel her breath fan across his face, warm like a match, striking something inside of Dean. The flames drives any doubts from Dean’s thoughts; he threads his fingers through Maisie’s hair and pulls her flush to him. Their lips meld together in a perfect instant. A spark. A strike of lightning. Then, like a candle snuffed out, Dean is suddenly pushing away from Maisie.

“God, no, we can't do this.” Dean turns away, not wanting to look her in the eye.

“I- uh, I'm sorry…?” Confusion laces Maisie’s query.

“I think I just need to get out of the picture.” Dean concedes, as if he didn’t hear her bewilderment, with his words directed at the ground. Maisie’s confusion changes into dejection at his response.

“But, Dean-!” She tries to argue, but Dean cuts her off.

“It's okay, I want you to be happy,” he says lowly, his face softening as his eyes flick to hers for a moment.

“Then stay,” Maisie utters barely above a whisper. Dean’s eyes are suddenly unclear, a light misting taking over, but he quickly looks away once again.

“No.”

Maisie tries to reach out to him, but with a clench of his jaw and a shake of his head, he walks away. Maisie quickly retracts her outstretched hand to cover her mouth, not wanting any sound to escape along with the few stray tears streaking down her face. Maisie turns toward the view of the valley below, not wanting to watch Dean walk away from her and her breaking heart.

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