#currently thinking of henriksen

[zmediaoutlet]

“I’m starving. You think they’ll let me sell your ass for a Slim Jim?”

“You made that joke last time we were arrested.”

“What, you think a good bit is only good once? I get no respect, no respect.” The last part not much of an impression because Sam presses harder on the bullet wound with the wad of toilet paper and Dean’s voice goes thin and crackly. A clean-ish hole, in through the meaty part of his shoulder and out by his armpit. Could’ve got his heart or a lung but it doesn’t even feel like it cracked the collarbone. Apparently demons are terrible shots. Lucky, Dean had said, swallowing hard and making his voice harder after. Sam didn’t dignify it with a response.

Dean’s trying to get blood off his hand with more TP. It’s thin, awful stuff, shreds against the tacky stain. The chain between the bracelets clinking. “In those Norwegian prisons I bet they get wet wipes, huh?” he says. Sam takes a deep breath through his nose. “Pampered, or whatever. Could go for some pampering.”

“I’m not killing you,” Sam says, “does that count,” and Dean laughs breathy and weird. It must really hurt. He’d be throwing Sam off already, otherwise.

They dragged the body of Henriksen’s old boss out into the main part of the jail. There’s been shouting. A boom that shook the building but no one has told them what it was, exactly. They aren’t currently top priority, despite being such world-class criminals. A break but not much of one, with Dean still bleeding over Sam’s hands. With what’s coming.

“Demons, huh,” Dean says. On the same train of thought when blood’s on the line, as always. He shifts on the shitty jailhouse mattress, gets his bootheels square on the ground. Sam shifts along with him, keeping the slack easy between their manacled ankles. “Better or worse than cops?”

Henriksen’s vicious little grin, telling them they’d never see each other again. Not quite yellow eyes but Sam’s stomach flips. Dean’s fingers slide over his, in the enveloping shadow of Dean’s jacket. Sam’s let his grip go slack.

“Can’t exorcise a cop,” Dean says, answering his own question because Sam feels like he’s going to puke. Taking point, as always. “Gotta be a point in the demons’ favor.”

“How are we gonna get him to believe us,” Sam says.

It’s all he can think. There are demons and there’s this asshole, do-gooder cop, who thinks he’s saving the day from monsters when he doesn’t know what monsters really are. If they had iron and salt and silver and a chance they might make it out. Maybe. Not like this.

“He thinks we’re psycho graverobbing murdering cannibals, Sammy, I’m not sure we’re in the circle of trust,” Dean says. He jostles his shoulder against Sam’s chest, even though that must hurt. “But hey, at least he didn’t guess about—”

“Jesus,” Sam says. Dean grins white in the emergency lights. No, Henriksen didn’t say that, did he. Although he did—about Dad—

“You think if we start making out in here, they’d open the door?” Dean’s fingers slip against his, pressing both their hands harder against his shoulder. He flinches. Still grinning. “Just to pull us apart, anyway. Worth a shot.”

“Shut up,” Sam says. Dean bites his lip, turning his face away. His chin trembles and Sam wants to—lay full length over him, take the next bullet if it comes. Go back in time and exorcise the demon before it could pull its gun, get Henriksen against the bars and get his hands around Henriksen’s neck and force him to hear the truth. That the dark was swarming up around them and if Henriksen didn’t let them go then it was going to take everyone in this station and, worse, it was going to take Dean and there was no chance, not one in the fucking world, that Sam was going to let his brother go without a fight. That it was impossible for that to happen again. Everything in him was solid on that part. That just—there’s no way that was going to happen.

Dean’s knee sags and presses against Sam’s. “Okay, so,” Dean says, chin tipping down. “We’ll take out the demons, save the day. Guess even cops beat demons. And save the making out part for later, huh? Though I could go for some of that surf and turf.”

Sam breathes out. He puts his forehead down to Dean’s shoulder for two seconds, and then sits up straight. There’s more shouting, somewhere past the hall to the holding cells. Sam squeezes his wrist, lets him drop his hand, presses the compress hard and solid against the wound. Dean’s looking straight ahead, steady. A well, somewhere in him, that always seems to have one last drop of relief.

[its-alittleobsessed]

Currently rewatching season 2. This show is so fucking good. I joke about hating it, but it's soo. It's just. The supernatural of it all, man.

Theres this scene in ep 19, the prison episode, where Dean's talking to their lawyer, this business woman who's there to just do her job and get them a better deal than a death sentence.

She's a good lawyer, so she starts looking up their past, the routes they've taken and the footprints they've left behind, and every single witness ends up saying the same thing, Those boys saved me. Can't tell you from what, but I owe them. The statements lead her to a still, she starts questioning the faults and explanations, makes her feel like there's more to each story than she's willing to know.

And at one point Dean asks her for a favor. And he says, If you're as smart a PD as I think you are, then you can tell with just one look whether or not your clients are guilty, okay, just like that. So I want you to look at me, really look, and you tell me – am I guilty?

And Mara, this nobody lawyer who knows about Sam and Dean through the news, has seen the files on murders and grave robbing and arson and scamming, looks at Dean in this eyes and decides that all evidence--piles and piles of FBI record keeping--is suddenly bullshit. Because some other nobody across the state said, They saved me and, more than that, Dean Winchester has a look in his eyes she's never seen before.

She's never really belived in heroes--never really thought there could ever be someone who cared about this dirt ball of a planet enough to fight for it, but here, sitting between glass, sorrounded by guards, and communicating through cheap county jail telephones, she thinks she might've been wrong.

Henriksen said this guy's a monster, but Mara's worked with monsters before and they've never looked at her like this. Like they've got a purpose bigger than her, a goal, a heavy duty to some path she can't quite see. There's something about him--something bigger and other that she's not sure how to go against. Not sure if she wants to.

She looks at him and the world seems to, insanely, blur at the edges around him. He looks--good. As in, actual, care for people, good. The type of good that edges on theoretical altruism. It's insane.

And maybe that's why when Sam and Dean escape the prison, and Henriksen demands, Where are they? She just lies. Easy. Not knowing why she should, or where they're going, or if they'll ever see each other again. She lies and doesn't even feel bad about it because somehow she knows, trusts, that it's the right thing to do.

Like I know it's for the narrative okay, I know it's just for the plot to move forward, but the idea that Sam and Dean might seem just as supernatural as the monsters they haunt is something so juicy to me.

[autisticandroids]

15, 21, 23?

15. something you learned this year

i don't know if i can say i learned a new skill as such. but one thing is like... i really enjoyed making three card stud. and it really opened my eyes to like, how much of what i like about the practice of fanfiction is the meticulous remixing/reinterpretation of canon. there's a way in which the AMV is a more... analytical art form than the fanfic, because you are literally forced by the constraints of the medium to keep to the text. all you have are song lyrics and the kuleshov effect to convince your audience to take the new meaning you intend to convey from stuff already in the show. and i brought that ethos to three card stud even though i did add stuff. in a lot of ways three card stud was just me listing off things from canon i think a lot about and saying eh? eh? like. hoping the context would make it clear *why* this stuff makes me crazy. and i think that was a lot of the motivation behind the fic i'm currently working on, which is about dean and cas getting caught by the police. that fic at this point is mostly lists of things that have happened in spn episodes, placed in a new context by baffled feds and cops. which is the fun part. so like basically i learned that this is really fun, listing off canon facts in a new context

21. most memorable comment/review

so the most memorable traditional comment as such i got was probably this one, on i fold in half so easily (ifihse tends to generate the best comments because it's extremely dark without the ways in which it is dark being obviously flagged. so people are more shocked and more forced to think). "Cas: no officer i am very happy please dont tell dean im emotionally complex" is so funny and true that's literally what happens in that fic.

another top contender is this one, on getting serious, which generates good comments for the same reason ifihse does, though it's a lot less intense.

but in terms of my favorite *response to my work,* it was the breastfeeding anon saga (in chronological order here) which was a response to my fic smorgasbord.

and then i wrote a fic based on those anons, and then i got these very funny tags on my fic post:

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

when i tell you about the 120k deanvictor fic which is literally 90k of victor henriksen hunting down a serial killer dean winchester while becoming a little (sexually) obsessed with him and then 30k of victor knowing about the supernatural and moonlighting as a hunter while he and dean suck each others dicks so much.

and also it's about victor's relationship with his two ex wives and his former stepdaughter who he is still emotionally a parent to even though they have no legal relationship and the coworker he had an emotional affair with who he doesn't speak to anymore and how he feels trapped in his life and his job and dean represents this escape for him this total freedom. just living in his car on the road and not having to worry about what your boss thinks or needing to quit smoking. while for dean victor represents this stability and adulthood dean can never achieve. and dean leaves three spare pairs of underwear in victor's divorcé bachelor pad as a kind of little... fantasy. of what life could be like.

anyway the most compelling scene from that, IN MY MIND, is a scene where victor STILL thinks dean is a serial killer. and now he has him in custody. and against his will he's... charmed. by dean. because dean is charming and pathetic, shaking and sweating from mild alcohol withdrawal but still cracking jokes and being friendly and observant and extremely young-feeling, for 28. and earnest in a way he didn't expect. and they're forced to work together against a demon siege, a spin on jus in bello where victor still doesn't find out about the supernatural he's just protecting himself and a prisoner from a threat. and he has the uncomfortable realization that he's attracted to dean winchester (serial killer) (guy he is trying to take down) (has killed so so many people). and he's like well. we can table that for later. and then dean escapes.

so i've been trying to figure out a way to scoop out just that scene and turn it into its own fic because that's actually manageable for me.

the dean and cas pursued by the cops idea also comes a bit from frustration that i can't write this, though the feds in that one are ocs bc it's later.

from here

[backwards-blackbird]

@therealjustpeachesback Thanks for the tag, amiga! 🤘

Favorite color: Black. Behold the mid 2000s goth pastiche that is my closet.

Last song I listened to: Coming Undone - Korn

Last movie I watched: Been a minute since I've sat down to watch a movie... But I think the last one was The Right Stuff? Fabulous movie. Could have used more Lance Henriksen.

Other stuff I watched this year: A shit ton of different series, but my favorite might have been Daisy Jones and the Six. Pure immersive 70s band drama with killer tunes. Would recommend it to anyone.

Shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: I still cannot get past one or two episodes of Fleabag. I made my last attempt this year, lol. Can't get into it.

Currently reading: Priests of Mars (40k) - Graham McNeill

Currently listening to: The Forest Church - Green Lung

Currently working on: About to start a Lieu drawing. Something involving him looking sexy while smoking and doing factory work. You know. #justlieuthings

Current obsession: Legend of Korra, baby. Specifically S1. ...If you haven't noticed. 😌

Feel free to snag if you want! ❤️

[eisforeidolon]

I think some of it is just part and parcel of current day fandom's tendency to tout representation as, if not the end-all-be-all of storytelling worth, at least the should-be priority of all stories. Which is part of how so many seem to fail to understand that not prioritizing women's stories =/= hating women.

No. It's the everybody dies show, revolving around and prioritizing Sam & Dean's story. Not Bela's or Meg's or Jo's or Ellen's or Ruby's or or Linda's or Mary's or Billie's or Rowena's or or or. In the same way it wasn't John's or Bobby's or Gordon's or Andy's or Henriksen's or Castiel's or Crowley's or Ketch's or or or. And it's not just about death, because it wasn't Jody's or Claire's or Lisa's or Jack's or Garth's either.

Of course there are some aspects of the show that are sexist, but find a show where that's not true. Especially one that started way back in 2005! At the end of the day, though, the Winchesters surviving to the last episode while nearly everyone around them of various genders, orientations, and other identities dies sooner or later in a horror fantasy canon - is just a matter of following the story the show told you it was setting out to tell from the beginning. There seems to be this expectation that not only should a show include diverse characters, but that in doing so, it's obligated to wrap them in bubble wrap so they never have anything bad happen to them and certainly they can't *gasp* die. No matter what their story is - how strong of a character they are, how much agency they have, how much depth and sympathy they're given, what makes the most sense thematically and given the setting as the way for their story to go. Nope, if you don't preeminently elevate or dare to kill those characters, you hate them and all people like them! Who needs nuance when you can go on a crusade pretending to be oppressed?

If I only had the attention span and focus and time, I would go off on a epic length rant about how Supernatural did not, in fact, hate or even dislike women, despite popular fanon that insists it did. But, alas, I have too many other things that need my attention and very little attention to spare any of them. So y'all'll just have to deal with me randomly popping off about it. I get that I'm in the minority on this subject.

[ohnoitsthebat]

Spotlight Saturday Rec 1.

Make a post recommending a someone else’s fic that you love. Whether it was posted this week or whether it’s been in progress for a while and is currently updating, tell everyone you know that they should check it out.

The first fic I'm recommending is the "Currently Thinking of Henriksen" series, by @writinginthesecrettrees . If you like your Wincest dark and of the serial killer variety, you'll love this. Kelly is a fantastic author and someone I'm lucky and proud to consider my friend. It's a really neat series; it features holidays as well.

[duchessofostergotlands]

What last name do the Dane kids use?

Like most royal families, I don't think the Danes technically have a last name. We know some cases where they have adopted last names. Frederik went by Frederik Henriksen at university. Nikolai went by Jorgensen (his then step-father's last name) on Facebook. But I've been asked this before and no one has ever been sure what the current Danish children use day to day.

[fromcenotaphy]

Can I ask about Cassie?

yepp hbo cassie [moves on from missouri and makes a name for herself chasing story after story across the continental us] [flask of holy water tucked into the bottom of her purse] [tarnished rosary beads wound around her wrist like jewelry] [still thinks about dean sometimes, when she notices her breath puffing in cold air or runs across another exorcism in the latin books she collects like talismans] [interviews victor henriksen over drinks in chicago, one night while she’s running down a lead on a story that turns out to be the monster he’s hunting] [meets with shamans and mystics and soothsayers and healers and anyone who has any experience sending evil back to the pit it crawled out of] [damned if she’s ever going to be at the mercy of something invisible ever again] [known in journalist circles as the reporter who broke the groundwater contamination story that finally sank roman industries] [meticulously organized folder of notes on her laptop] [constantly poring over news stories about unexplained phenomena or miraculous rescues] [looks for sam and dean between the lines, wonders if their handiwork runs in an invisible current under the typed print of the story] [gets attacked by crowley when he’s on his season 8 warpath and hits him with a zoroastrian exorcism so heavy it knocks him into next week, literally] [marries a man with laughing eyes and warm grin, knows he’s the one when she tells him ghosts are real and he doesn’t flinch] [reads poetry to their children at bedtime while her husband fixes the salt lines on the windowsills] [digs up dirt on religious cults and white supremacist cells and emails it to a hacker victor put her in touch with] [watches the scandals blitz across the evening news months later and smirks into her tea] [murmuring the words of a warding chant like a lullaby as she rocks her daughter to sleep] [looks across a crowded bar one night and catches sight of someone who looks exactly like her: a doppelganger with close-cropped hair and a tired smile and three knives sticking out of the top of her boot] [buys her alternate self a drink and hears about the shattered, apocalyptic world where dean winchester never existed] 

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Trivia: I plotted out a route for Sam and Dean to take between Dean’s birthday and Valentine’s Day for my Currently Thinking of Henriksen fic.

With every stop they made along the way. I had a doc with their roadtrip planned out, what date they’d get to each location, how long they spent on the road, what they did when they got there.

I kinda love Google maps for stuff like that.

Trivia Tuesday

Creators: give a “behind the scenes” look at one of your works. This could be things that got removed or changed, the origins of ideas/details, whatever you like!

Fans: share bits of trivia from canon and challenge others to create something based on that trivia - fic, art, or something else! I once made a crossword puzzle :)

Feel free to repost this header!

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 13, 2021

Rapid trial-and-error learning with simulation supports flexible tool use and physical reasoning. Allen, K. R., Smith, K. A., & Tenenbaum, J. B. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(47), 29302–29310.

Differential attentional control mechanisms by two distinct noradrenergic coeruleo-frontal cortical pathways. Bari, A., Xu, S., Pignatelli, M., Takeuchi, D., Feng, J., Li, Y., & Tonegawa, S. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(46), 29080–29089.

Gamma activity accelerates during prefrontal development. Bitzenhofer, S. H., Pöpplau, J. A., & Hanganu-Opatz, I. (2020). eLife, 9, e56795.

The thermodynamics of thinking: connections between neural activity, energy metabolism and blood flow. Buxton, R. B. (2021). Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences, 376(1815), 20190624.

Adversarial vulnerabilities of human decision-making. Dezfouli, A., Nock, R., & Dayan, P. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(46), 29221–29228.

The Hippocampus and Dorsolateral Striatum Integrate Distinct Types of Memories through Time and Space, Respectively. Ferbinteanu, J. (2020). Journal of Neuroscience, 40(47), 9055–9065.

Amygdala-Cortical Control of Striatal Plasticity Drives the Acquisition of Goal-Directed Action. Fisher, S. D., Ferguson, L. A., Bertran-Gonzalez, J., & Balleine, B. W. (2020). Current Biology, 30(22), 4541-4546.e5.

Regulation of Olfactory Associative Memory by the Circadian Clock Output Signal Pigment-Dispersing Factor (PDF). Flyer-Adams, J. G., Rivera-Rodriguez, E. J., Yu, J., Mardovin, J. D., Reed, M. L., & Griffith, L. C. (2020). Journal of Neuroscience, 40(47), 9066–9077.

Predictions from masked motion with and without obstacles. Goldstein, A., Rivlin, I., Goldstein, A., Pertzov, Y., & Hassin, R. R. (2020). PLOS ONE, 15(11), e0239839.

Variational Free Energy and Economics Optimizing With Biases and Bounded Rationality. Henriksen, M. (2020). Frontiers in Psychology, 11, 2822.

The Dorsal Striatum Energizes Motor Routines. Jurado-Parras, M.-T., Safaie, M., Sarno, S., Louis, J., Karoutchi, C., Berret, B., & Robbe, D. (2020). Current Biology, 30(22), 4362-4372.e6.

The amygdala instructs insular feedback for affective learning. Kargl, D., Kaczanowska, J., Ulonska, S., Groessl, F., Piszczek, L., Lazovic, J., … Haubensak, W. (2020). eLife, 9, e60336.

Dendritic Voltage Recordings Explain Paradoxical Synaptic Plasticity: A Modeling Study. Meissner-Bernard, C., Tsai, M. C., Logiaco, L., & Gerstner, W. (2020). Frontiers in Synaptic Neuroscience, 12, 49.

Bayesian inference for biophysical neuron models enables stimulus optimization for retinal neuroprosthetics. Oesterle, J., Behrens, C., Schröder, C., Hermann, T., Euler, T., Franke, K., … Berens, P. (2020). eLife, 9, e54997.

Natural ITD statistics predict human auditory spatial perception. Pavão, R., Sussman, E. S., Fischer, B. J., & Peña, J. L. (2020). eLife, 9, e51927.

Neural control of rapid binocular eye movements: Saccade-vergence burst neurons. Quinet, J., Schultz, K., May, P. J., & Gamlin, P. D. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(46), 29123–29132.

Echolocating bats accumulate information from acoustic snapshots to predict auditory object motion. Salles, A., Diebold, C. A., & Moss, C. F. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(46), 29229–29238.

Semantic knowledge influences visual working memory in adults and children. Starr, A., Srinivasan, M., & Bunge, S. A. (2020). PLOS ONE, 15(11), e0241110.

Rational thoughts in neural codes. Wu, Z., Kwon, M., Daptardar, S., Schrater, P., & Pitkow, X. (2020). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, 117(47), 29311–29320.

GLSNN: A Multi-Layer Spiking Neural Network Based on Global Feedback Alignment and Local STDP Plasticity. Zhao, D., Zeng, Y., Zhang, T., Shi, M., & Zhao, F. (2020). Frontiers in Computational Neuroscience, 14, 101.

[crashdevlin]

No Rest

Author’s Note: This is part twelve of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: The tension between Sam and Y/n is palpable after their trip through the Trickster's fact timeline and time keeps ticking on Dean's deal. Will they be able to heal the damage before Dean gets sent down, or will the end of Dean be the end of it all?

Pairing: none

Word count: 5319

Story Warnings: angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, angst, Dean dying, mentions of coerced marking, mentions of controlling Sam, mentions of Sam doing bad things in the alternate timeline...did I mention angst?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You kept your face in a book as often as possible. You weren’t really reading. You weren’t really trying to find a way out of Dean’s deal. You just couldn’t deal with either of the Winchester brothers.

Dean, who didn’t want you, who barely acknowledged you. You screamed in your head as he hummed Metallica under his breath as he drove. It frustrated you to no end that he kept you at arm’s length. After you went Hell for him? After everything you endured for him?

And Sam, well, he was a completely different kind of fucked up. Sam wanted you because you wanted Dean. Sam was his own brand of torture, the six months the Trickster put you through was proof of that.

Sam tried to talk to you a few times, especially after Bela Talbot got the three of you arrested in Monument. That FBI agent had been convinced that Dean and Sam had kidnapped you, brainwashed you into sticking with them to be their omega. He wanted to take you to a psychologist. Until the demons attacked.

After they were released from their cell, Sam came to retrieve you from the interrogation room where Henriksen had you waiting. He tried to talk to you, but you shrugged it off. “We’ve got more important shit to deal with right now,” you snapped.

“No, we don’t. No, we don’t, Y/n.” Sam stepped close, looking down at you. “We’re under siege. We might die and I need-”

“I’ve died,” you reminded him. “Been there, done that. It’s no big deal. No reason to get dramatic.”

“We need to talk about it!” he whispered, furiously, anger permeating his scent.

“No. We don’t. We don’t need to talk about what you did. Why would we need to talk about it?”

“Look, I was in a dark place, Y/n. I wasn’t thinking about-”

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” you almost shrieked, your scent filling with a mild panic. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you repeated. “And we have more important things to deal with. Please, stop.”

He let it go after that...for a while, but you knew that he was going to start up on it again. It was just a matter of when.

John came back after the incident at the police station. You were happy to see he was still young, that his lead on the witch hadn't panned out.

"Can't leave you kids alone for a few weeks without you getting scooped up by the feds?" he asked as he climbed down from his truck and slammed the door.

"It was Bela's fault," Dean defended.

"Right, and who let her get the Colt in the first place?" John asked, raising an eyebrow. Dean rolled his eyes and looked away angrily but you rushed forward to hug the only Winchester you weren't currently pissed off at. "Hey, darlin'. Lovin' the warm welcome."

"Just glad to have you back, John." You stepped away from the embrace, cheeks heating up as Sam glared at you. "It's been a long time."

"A month is a long time to you?"

"It's been a lot longer for me."

"Right." He nodded. "Dean filled me in. All those Tuesdays, huh? Must've been hard to deal."

"Yeah. To say the least." You avoided Sam's gaze as you headed into the motel room and grabbed two beers; one for you and one for John. Sam sighed and grabbed two more beers for him and Dean. "I'm just glad you're back. It's getting close to...you should be here," you concluded.

"Yeah, that's, uh, one'a the reasons I came back." His eyes flashed to Dean who swallowed almost audibly. "We got any last-ditch ideas?"

"No. But we're not at 'last-ditch' yet. We've got some more time. We're at, like, fourth-to-last ditch," you responded. "We're not giving up until the clock strikes midnight on Sam's birthday."

"Even then, we'll keep looking," Sam promised.

"Right. We're gonna keep going," you agreed.

"Yeah, sure. 'Keep trying'," Dean snapped, taking a pull off of his beer. "Well, now that the not-so-old man is here, I wanna do the Morton House."

Your eyes snapped to his. "The Morton House? What, you're dying on a leap year so you want us to die with you?"

"We'll take precautions! It's the Morton House!” Dean exclaimed. “It’s like our Grand Canyon! We gotta at least go see it! Even if we don’t solve it, we gotta see it!”

You, Sam, and John all rolled your eyes, but you went anyway. Last request of a dying man and all that. Of course, a group of amateurs showed up to mess the whole thing.

"Ghostfacers? Really? That's what you went with?" you asked Ed, derisively. The beta turned to you and looked you up and down.

"What are you even doing here? Someone decided to bring his girlfriend on a ghost hunt?"

“Says the guy who brought his boyfriend,” you returned, looking over at the intern Corbett.

“I’m not gay!” he snapped. “And I don’t make up the rules, okay? Omegas don’t investigate the paranormal. It’s just not done.”

John chuckled as he put his hand on your shoulder. “You really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve been hunting the paranormal since before you were running your little Geocities website in your mommy’s basement. Do not test me,” you said, quietly and fiercely. Ed adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat, obviously nervous. “You don’t know what I’ve been through. You don’t know what I’ve done. So keep your prejudice to yourself.”

“I’m not...I’m not prejudiced! I love omegas! My mom’s an omega!”

“Quit while you’re ahead, kid.”

“Kid? You’re not that much older than me, man,” Ed said indignantly. You and John just laughed. “No, seriously, how old are you, dude?”

“Fifty-three,” you and John answered simultaneously.

Ed scoffed. “No, really.” You just shrugged and walked away, flashlight in hand. “Who are you people?”

“We’re the ones who know what we’re doing.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Waking up on a cot in a room with the scent of three alphas always clouded your mind for a few moments before you cleared your head. Dean and John’s scents were less prominent when you woke up in the motel room in Ohio. They must have gone out. But Sam was still around, sitting on his bed with his laptop across his thighs. You sat up and reached over your head to stretch your muscles out. “Anything new on Dean’s deal?” you asked, already knowing the answer was ‘no’.

“No. Not...no.” He shook his head and closed the laptop. “I think...I think we’re going to lose him.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “No. We’ll figure it out.”

“We have five weeks, Y/n...and he’s taking us on other jobs! We’re not going to be able to-”

“Sam, stop.”

“We’re going to lose him,” he repeated. “Just like we did in the Trickster’s world.”

“I don’t wanna talk about the Trickster’s world,” you said, standing from the cot.

Sam stood quickly and grabbed your arms. “We’ve been not talking about it for months. We’re about to go through exactly what the Trickster put us through! We need to work this out!”

“What is there to work out?!” you shouted. “You wouldn’t let me leave, Sam. You waited until I went into heat and then took what you wanted from me.”

“And I gave you something too, didn’t I?” he snapped. “Something no one else ever did! You’re just gonna act like the pup didn’t-”

“I didn’t want it! I was still mourning Dean and I was stuck with you! You marked me when I was vulnerable and knocked me up and you want me to be happy about what you gave me?” You looked up into his eyes and reached up to grab his wrists, prying his hands off of your arms. “You wanna fix us before Dean goes to Hell so that I won’t fucking leave as soon as the Hellhounds grab him, but you can’t. You cannot fix this! So stop trying!” you bit out as the door opened and John walked into the motel room. You immediately stepped away from Sam and rushed into the bathroom as the older alpha’s eyebrows came together.

You took a few minutes to collect yourself, releasing your anger with deep breathing, and then you walked back out into the main room. John was alone, sitting at the table with a meatball sub. He pulled half of it off of the wrapper and set it on a napkin across the small table. You sat down and nodded your thanks. “Where’d he go?” you asked, picking at the bread.

“Went for a run...again. Think he was just lookin’ for an excuse to be outta here. You guys seemed kinda...tense? You’ve seemed tense for a while.”

“Just say you heard me and ask for an explanation, John. Don’t insult my intelligence.”

He chuckled and nodded. “Okay. I heard you say Sammy marked you and knocked you up. Wanna explain?”

You sighed and showed him both sides of your neck to show that you were still without a claiming mark. “Dean told you about the Tuesdays...well, it was more complicated than that. We had...a couple hundred Tuesdays...and then we had a Wednesday, and Dean still died. Sam and I, we tried to get the day to start over and it didn't...Dean stayed dead for six months. You weren't around, Sam begged me to stay when Bobby called me back to Sioux Falls. It was all...it was all more of the Trickster's punishment or lesson or whatever, but...Sam changed when Dean died. He…" You looked across the table and licked your bottom lip between your teeth. "He was a lot like you. He was hard and singularly-focused, and he was angry. Angry at the Trickster for taking Dean from us, angry at Dean for dying...angry at me the most, because of how I feel for Dean."

You shook your head. “I don’t know if it was jealousy or just...malice, but...he wouldn’t let me leave when I went into heat. He was...so mean. Marked me, knotted me, wouldn’t let me get a Plan B the next day. By the time we caught up with the Trickster and got him to fix things, I was just starting the second trimester with a child...I kinda hated. I feel terrible saying that, but...I didn’t want it. It’s why I got a birth control implant as soon as I was able to once we got back. If Sam goes cold like that again...I won’t let him do that to me again.”

“He apologize?” John asked as you picked up the sandwich.

“Haven’t really given him the opportunity,” you answered, before taking a bite of the sandwich. “What you overheard was the closest we’ve come to talking about it. I just can’t talk to him about this. It was some of the worst time in my life...even though it didn’t really happen.”

“Does Dean know?”

“No. And he hasn’t asked, even though I know he’s noticed the cold shoulder I’ve been giving Sam.” You shrugged. “Don’t think he wants to know and why would I put that kind of drama on him when he’s dying in a month?”

“Then I’ll make sure not to mention it in front of Dean, then.”

“But you plan to mention it?” you asked.

John tilted his head and looked in your eyes. “I taught my boys better than that, Y/n.”

You nodded. “I get that, but...you guys have been pretty okay recently and I don’t want to be the reason that gets all messed up.”

“I’m his father. I’d rather correct his behavior now.” He reached out and rested his hand on your arm. “You deserve better than that.”

You looked down at his hand. You did deserve better than that. Your cheeks heated up as you took a deep breath, his scent filling your head. You wanted to kiss him. You shook your head and patted his hand before going back to your half of the sandwich. “Have I told you that you seem like a much better man since I’ve been back from the Underworld?”

“Did I tell you that your dying was the catalyst for a change in me?” he asked.

“How’s that?” you asked.

“You sacrificed yourself for my boy. It’s exactly what Mary woulda done. She would have sacrificed herself for me. She would have sacrificed herself for Sam and Dean. You’re so much like her...and I wish I was more like her, more like you. So I’ve been trying to be better.”

You smiled and shook your head. “You give me too much credit comparing me to Mary, John. I’m just a dumbass who made an emotional decision and gave up the gun that Dean was going crazy to find after Bela took it.”

“Whoever said Mary wasn’t a dumbass never met the woman,” he said with a smirk. “She was the most bullheaded, crazy woman I ever met...until she got pregnant and then she calmed down a lot. Still a spitfire when she got mad, though."

You chuckled. That did sound a bit like you. "Well, thank you for the compliment, John."

“You’re welcome.”

When Sam walked in a half hour later, covered in sweat and smelling like angry alpha, John nodded at you and you patted his shoulder before walking out of the motel room. You sat on the curb outside the room, twiddling your thumbs. The argument wasn’t loud enough to hear at first, just a murmur of their voices, but eventually the volume raised and you could hear the content. “You wanna talk about forcing her into things, Dad?! You imprinted on her when she was eighteen! She never had a choice!”

“I have never forced her to do anything and I never marked her, never kept her like a damn possession!”

“It didn’t happen! It was fake! It was the Trickster messing with-”

“It was real to her! She remembers it just the same as you do, Sam! You fuckin’ hurt her! It’s bad enough that we’re about to lose Dean, you’ve made it where we’re gonna lose her too!”

“She’s not dying again, she’s just gonna go back to Bobby’s! We’re not losing her! And if you hadn’t come in and interrupted us, I might have been able to get her to forgive me for-”

“She’s not gonna forgive you! She hated what you did!”

“She’ll get over it! She’s been through worse and she knows that I didn’t mean to-”

“Of course you meant to! How could you possibly think you didn’t mean to mark her and force her to have your pups?”

“I was depressed! I was-”

“You think she wasn’t?!”

The sound of the Impala’s engine pulled you from your eavesdropping and you closed your eyes as he got out of the car with a bag from the local liquor store. He sighed as he heard the shouting in the room. “Guess it was too much to hope that they’d keep shit civil until I died,” he said, sitting down next to you on the curb and pulling a bottle of whisky. He took a long gulp and offered the bottle to you. You took it and burned your throat on the liquor before handing it back. “What are they fighting about?”

“Me,” you answered honestly. “They’ll be done soon, I’m sure.”

“He doesn’t really have a right to be tryin’ to tell Sam what he’s allowed to do with you. Sam’s more your alpha than anybody else,” Dean said, before taking another drink.

“I don’t have an alpha,” you said as the shouting died down in the room.

Dean looked over at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “It’s supposed to be-”

“I’m gonna remind you of something I said when you first started pushing me toward your brother,” you said, standing and looking down at him. “I don’t let people tell me who I’m supposed to be. I’m my own person...and I will continue to be my own person, even after you die.”

“Givin’ up on me already, huh?” he said, quietly, as you started to walk away.

“Not anymore than you have,” you responded, walking toward the street.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You rode in John’s truck after that. You felt more comfortable with him than you did with Sam or Dean...which was weird. There was a point in time when you hated him as much as you loved his sons. Oh, how times changed.

As the time ticked down, as the hours seemed to speed up and Dean’s numbered days got even shorter, you got closer to John. There was a bit of commiseration of misery in the way you and John stuck by each other through the crocotta job and the zombie Sam insisted you go on. Sam didn’t hide the fact that he was unhappy about you spending all your time with John, but Dean kept his mouth shut about it. One time you heard him quietly telling Sam to keep his opinion to himself. “Leave ‘er alone about it. She’s not gonna come around just ‘cause you’re bein’ a dick. In fact, that’s probably gonna push her away even more. Keep your opinion locked in your head.”

You were down to the wire, the last two days before his deal came up. Dean managed to get his hands on Ruby’s demon-killing knife and you ended up in an empty house in New Harmony, Indiana with the Winchesters and Bobby working on the last of the last-ditch ideas. Lilith was in a little girl, in a house across the cul de sac. The plan was to take her out...despite the fact that the girl she inhabited was completely innocent.

Bobby and John went to bless the water to make it abrasive to the demons and you and the boys went to take out the demons Dean had already pointed out. When Ruby showed up, demanding her knife back, you bristled at her sudden appearance but kept your mouth shut as she said that it was already over, that Sam should have let her teach him how to save Dean before and because he resisted, Dean was already dead. “And I’m not gonna let you die too.”

“Try and stop me, and I’ll kill you. Bitch,” Sam said and you were a bit proud of him for saying it.

“Hit me with your best shot, baby,” she responded and you rolled your eyes.

“Guys, guys! Hey. Have your little catfight later,” Dean said, pointing out the fact that the entire neighborhood was possessed and they were all standing on their porches.

"Let's go. Go. Run. Run!" Sam urged, pushing the gate open and running toward the house where Lilith was. He dropped down in front of the door and started picking the lock.

"What the hell's takin' so long with the holy water?" Dean asked.

You, Dean, and the demon turned to watch Sam struggle with the lock and he could obviously feel the eyes on him, because he growled out, "I'm trying!", as the demons started to run across the grass at you.

The sprinklers popped up out of the ground and started a heavy spray of water, which started burning the demons. You and Dean laughed at the success as Sam followed with another, popping the lock on the door to let the four of you inside. There was a dead man right inside the door, flies on his face and you said a silent prayer for him as Dean asked, "You think Lilith knows we're here?"

"Probably," you and Ruby whispered. You cringed a bit at the synced response.

When the dad jumped out of the cabinet, Dean slapped his hand over his mouth, assuring the man you were all there to help.

"Sir, where's your daughter?" Sam asked.

"It's not...it's not her anymore," the man whispered.

"Where is she?" Sam asked again.

"Upstairs. In her bedroom," he finally answered.

"Okay, okay, okay. Listen to me," Dean started. "I want you to go downstairs to the basement. Put a line of salt at the door behind you. Do you understand me?"

"Not without my wife," the man disputed.

"Yes. Without your wife," you snapped in a whisper.

When the man started to argue, Dean punched him. There wasn't time for it. You helped Dean by grabbing a salt shaker from the kitchen and following him to the basement. When you got upstairs to the girl's room, Sam was standing over the girl with the knife, psyching himself up to do what needed to be done. Dean rushed forward and grabbed Sam's arm to stop him. "It's not her! It's not in the girl anymore!"

Panic filled Sam's scent at the reality of what Dean stopped him from doing.

"Shouldn't she have been able to tell?" you whispered to Dean as you followed the mother and daughter to the basement to make sure they were safe. "Can't demons see each other?"

"I mean, you'd think so, but maybe Ruby's lost her mojo since she’s been hanging with the mortals, I don’t know,” Dean responded as you walked toward the living room.

“To save Dean,” Sam was saying as you and Dean walked in. “What do you need me to do?”

Dean grabbed his shoulder and tried to turn him but he wouldn’t be moved. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dean demanded.

Sam kept his eyes on Ruby. “Just shut up for a second. Ruby!”

“You had your chance. You can’t just flip a switch. We needed time,” Ruby answered.

“Well, there’s gotta be something. There’s gotta be some way. Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” Sam bargained as Dean grabbed him, trying again to turn him. “”Don’t-Dean. I’m not gonna let you go to Hell, Dean!”

“Yes, you are!” Dean shouted, before taking a breath and letting emotion take over his face and repeating, “Yes, you are. I’m sorry. I mean, this is all my fault, I know that. But what you are doing, it's not gonna save me. It’s only gonna kill you.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” Sam asked, tears in his eyes.

Dean sighed and shook his head slightly. “Keep fighting...but not with Dad. He loves you and you’re all he’s got left now. And take care of my wheels. And remember what we taught you.”

Your eyes filled with tears and you had to look away from them so as not to intrude on their final brotherly moment. You looked toward the grandfather clock as it started to chime midnight. Out of time.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I wouldn’t wish this upon my worst enemy,” Ruby said.

Dean turned toward the dining room, his face falling and his scent filling with fear. “Hellhound,” he said quietly.

“Where?” Sam asked, looking for some sign of the demon dog.

“There,” Dean said, nodding toward the dining room.

Ruby looked toward the hound, too, obviously able to see that demon. Something made Dean jump and he ran, everyone following behind. You ran into a home office and slammed the doors shut, Dean pouring goofer dust along the bottom of the doorway, which made the dog stop ramming the doors. He bolted for the window and poured the dust along the sill, keeping the dog from entering there.

“Give me the knife. Maybe I can fight it off,” Ruby said to Sam, holding her hand out for the knife.

Sam’s eyes narrowed with confusion. “What?”

“Come on! That dust won’t last forever,” Ruby said, as Dean turned to see Sam about to hand the knife to Ruby.

“Wait!” Dean called out and Sam stopped.

Ruby glared at Dean. “You want to die?”

“Sam, that’s not Ruby. It’s not Ruby!” Dean shouted.

Ruby’s arm flew out and you and Sam were flung against the wall, pinned and unable to move as Dean flew back to hit a tabletop. “How long you been in her?” Dean demanded.

Her facial expression turned childlike as she looked at Dean. “Not long,” Lilith answered, looking down at her vessel. “But I like it. It’s all grown up and pretty.”

“And where’s Ruby?” Sam asked, his voice strained.

“She was a very bad girl, so I sent her far, far away.”

"Ya know, I shoulda seen it before, but you all look alike to me."

It looked to you like Lilith was trying to decide whether to be offended by Dean's comment or not, but then she turned to Sam. "Hello, Sam. I've wanted to meet you for a very long time," she said, stepping forward. You looked away as she forced a kiss on him, their lips sizzling as they touched. "Your lips are soft. Aren't his lips soft, Y/n?" You swallowed nervously, surprised she knew your name.

“Right, so you have me. Let my brother go,” Sam tried.

“Silly goose. You wanna bargain, you have to have something that I want.” Lilith clicked her tongue derisively. “You don’t.”

“So, is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to Hell, Kill Sam, and then what? Become queen bitch?” Dean asked, sneering.

“I don’t have to answer to puppy chow,” Lilith snapped. She looked your way and you felt an intense fear fall over you. “Think I might take this one back to Hell, too. We don’t really like it when our souls get poached. You made a deal, Y/n, and you didn’t keep your end up.”

“She said she’d go to Hell, she didn’t say she’d stay there!” Dean bit out in your defense.

Lilith hummed and stepped away toward the door, grabbing the handle. “Sic ‘im, boy.” You screamed and squeezed your eyes shut as the hound pulled Dean off of the table. Dean screamed, Lilith laughed, Sam shouted, “No! Stop!”, and you whimpered, tears collecting and rolling down your cheeks.

“Stop it!” Sam shouted. “No! Stop it. Stop it! No!”

“Yes,” Lilith said, simply. A white light infiltrated your eyelids and you expected death for you and Sam, but nothing happened. You opened your eyes to see that Lilith had shock on her face. She thrust her hand toward Sam as he walked forward, free from her power holding him to the wall. "Back! I said back!"

Sam bent down and swiped the knife up from the floor. "I don't think so," he growled, moving to stab the demon, but she threw her head back and expelled her smoke with a scream. As Ruby’s old vessel fell to the ground, you were dropped from the wall and Sam rushed to Dean. You couldn’t look at him...at either of them. Sam crying over Dean’s bloody body...that image would be seared into your already-broken mind. “No...no...Dean...Dean, please,” Sam begged, his voice breaking.

It was only another few minutes before John and Bobby showed. “Goddammit!” Bobby yelled as they walked in on you and Sam crying. John looked to you, but you shook your head and walked out. It was too much. It was too hard. It was too painful. You exited the house and ran for Bobby’s car, parked on the street. You needed him to take you home. You needed to be away from John and Sam, away from the scent of Dean lingering in his car, away from the memories; both good and bad.

Bobby grabbed your bag out of the GMC and threw it in the backseat of his Chevelle before getting behind the wheel. “You okay, girl?” he asked as he pulled onto the street out of the cul de sac.

You swallowed and shook your head. “No. No, I’m not.” You couldn’t look at the old redneck, opting to look out the window. “I knew it was coming, but I…”

“Was holdin’ out hope,” he finished for you. “Yeah. Me too. I was hopin’ we’d figure an out for him. I was prayin’ for it.”

“Just take me home, Bobby. It’s been too long, ya know?”

“Well, it ain’t the way I thought I’d welcome ya back, but...I’m glad yer comin’ home.”

“Well, it’s where my daddy wanted me to be.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bobby’s eyes went wide when he walked into your room. Your duffel bag was dumped out in the middle of the floor, every pocket unzipped, every article of clothing unfolded and tossed in a pile, every pocket you owned turned out. You were on your knees, sobbing into your hands.

"Y/n, wha-what happened in here?" Bobby asked.

"I lost it!" you screeched. "I've looked through everything and it's gone!" You pulled your hands away and looked up at him. Your eyes were red and swollen, stinging painfully with tears, but your heart hurt more than anything. "It's gone and I'm never gonna see him again if I don't find it!"

"Find what? What'd'ya lose?"

"The drachma!" you shouted, grabbing a pair of jeans and shaking them for the fifth time, hoping maybe this time the coin would be there. "The drachma Hades gave me! The only way I would be able to go back and see Dean! I need to go back, Bobby, I need-"

He dropped to the floor on the pile of clothes and grabbed your shoulders. "What are you saying, girl? You can't go back!"

"I can! I can go back! Hades took me away, he could take me back! Maybe he could help get Dean out like he got me out but I lost the coin and it's the only way I can call him and I have to go back because I can't breathe without him, Bobby! I need him and I gotta go back because that's where my heart is and I can't breathe without him," you babbled, before devolving into more tearful sobs.

Bobby pulled you into an embrace and shushed you as you cried into his chest. You felt hysterical and horrible. Your world was crashing down without that coin. It was in your right pocket of your jeans before the Doc Benton case. God, where could you have dropped it? In the motel room? In the shack in the woods? If you'd dropped it in the grave, Hades would have appeared, so it wasn't buried. Maybe if you retraced your steps, you could find it. As long as you didn't lose it in New Harmony...you couldn't go back there.

You tried to pull back from the hug, but Bobby didn't let you go. "I just lost one of my boys, Y/n. I can't let you go out there lookin' fer a coin that's gonna let you chase after 'im. I'm glad you lost it and when you calm down, girl, yer gonna be glad you couldn't follow him into Hell, too."

"Hades would-" you started to argue, but Bobby just shook his head.

"Can't lose you, too, Y/n. Don't make me lose you again. Was devastating the first damn time." He patted your shoulder and ran his hand down your spine as you stopped fighting and surrendered to your tears.

Bobby's words hit you like bricks, pulling more sobs from you. He was the closest thing you had to a father, ever since yours died, and you hadn't even considered how your death had affected him. Just like Dean hadn't considered how his death would affect Bobby, or Sam, or John. You were suddenly angry on top of being absolutely emotionally destroyed. How dare he leave you all behind? How dare he let himself be pulled to Hell? How dare he make the same stupid, selfish choice that you did? How dare he die and leave you all with the aftermath? How dare he leave you behind?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

KITCHEN SINK TAGS @dolphincliffs​ @heyitscam99​ @wonderlandfandomkingdom​ @unlikelysamwinchesteronahunt   @mrs-meghan-winchester​ @henrymorganme​ @lonely-skys​ @allykat2108​ @mogaruke​ @flamencodiva​ @team-free-will-you-idjits-67​ @pisces-cutie​ @paintballkid711​ @rainbowkisses31​ @alagalaska​ @coffee-obsessed-writer​ @bamby0304​ @ilovefanfic86​ @sculptorofbeginnings​ @rainflowermoon @bunnybaby121115​ @imperiusimpala​ @mariekoukie6661​ @wittysunflower​ @that-weird-asian-gorl​ @divadinag​ @keymology​ @sweetness47​ @racewife2004​ @emilyshurley​ @electraphyng @emoryhemsworth​ @67-chevy-baby​ @hhiggs​ @gayspacenerd​ @pink1031​ @halszka-potter​ @officiallyunofficialperson​ @queenoftheunderdark​ @swinchester27​ @superfanficnatural​ @hobby27​ @magssteenkamp​

HUNTER TAGS @letsby​ @mrswhozeewhatsis​ @spnskinnyballs​ @deansenwackles​ @gayspacenerd​ @thewhiterabbit42​ @sandlee44​ @screechingartisancashbailiff​ @maddiepants​ @closetspngirl​ @cocklesbelli​ @winchesterprincessbride​ @spnbaby-67​ @kalesrebellion​ @atc74​ @deanwanddamons​ @supraveng​

GAGA FOR GREEN EYES TAGS @akshi8278​ @adoptdontshoppets​   @squirrelnotsam​ @facadeformyrealblog

THE BEST LAID PLANS TAGS @pink1031​ @sharlyyn​ @viinchester​ @kalesrebellion​ @fabinaforever11​ @xhannahbananax03​ @roonyxx​ @juggysgirlfriend​ @bobbie3939​

[the-empress-7]

Loving this discussion on facial treatments. I dont know the age of the anon, but I recommend getting facials done a couple times a year if you can afford it. I started getting them when I was in my late 20’s. I would also say be careful about mixing too many different facial treatments. It sounds like your current treatment has worked to clear up your face but looks dull? Definitely drink plenty of water like Empress said & eat more foods high in vit C!

It took me years of trial/error to find a product that actually cleared my face AND was compatible with my skin in general so I totally feel you anon.

Im not a dermatologist but I use Clinique serum on my days I dont exfoliate. Its very gentle.

Serums to look into:

1)Dr. Dennis Gross

2) Clinique

3) Derma-E

4) Maelove

5) Ole Henrikeson

6) Mad Hippie

Empress & Scorpio any other brands you can think of for Vit C brightner/booster?

So, I use serums from iS Clinical, they are an investment but the serums go a long way. I do NOT recommend the Vit C serum by Skinceuticals, I am still trying to get through the bottle and regret wasting my money on it.

Of the brands you mentioned I can definitely vouch Dr. Dennis Grossman and Ole Henriksen because I use/have used them.

Anyone want a retinol recommendation? I have one that is my holy grail and the one product I refuse to live without. 

[writinginthesecrettrees]

is Henriksen just really intuitive, or does their FBI file say something like, ¨from eyewitness reports, it’s possible that we have a serious brotherfucking situation on our hands.¨

I mean, my opinion is their file has entire pages full of “brotherfuckers” just scribbled all over. Surveillance photos of them standing much too close that have dirty dialogue Sharpied on. Statement from the housing developers in Bugs about how they were a couple and all the ass-slapping.

FBI knows.

Jus in Bello

At the beginning of this episode, Sam and Dean are chained together. Ahhhh… just like in my dreams. Apparently that’s what Agent Henriksen’s dreams about as well:

HENRIKSEN: I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you two in chains…

DEAN: You kinky son of a bitch. We don’t swing that way.

But Henriksen is on to Dean. He sees right throught the snark & knows what Dean’s afraid of. 

Look at their faces. Sam looks scared and angry. Dean’s face is full of pure, cold fury. Henriksen knew exactly how to get to Dean. Like I said before when he made that ¨Bonnie to your Clyde¨ remark, he seemed to have their relationship figured out from the start. That makes me wonder: is Henriksen just really intuitive, or does their FBI file say something like, ¨from eyewitness reports, it’s possible that we have a serious brotherfucking situation on our hands.¨ 

This is also the episode where they first reveal their anti-possession tattoos. 

I love to think about them going to the tattoo shop together and asking for matching tattoos over their hearts. You know the tattoo artists had to think they were in love. Do you think they gave them a talk? Like ¨I know you guys think you’re really in love, but we don’t want you to end up regretting this tomorrow. Matching tattoos are a big step.¨ Sam probably tried to tell the artists that they were just brothers, but nobody really believed him. 

I also love that I cannot watch this episode now without thinking of the gag reel.

DEAN: Open the doors, let them all in and we fight… like men in tights.

(DEAN and SAM embrace)

SAM: I love you, Dean.

DEAN: I love you, too.

I never get tired of hearing them exchange ¨I love yous¨, especially while they’re pressed up against each other. I think I need to go watch it again right now. 

[lancelothenriksen]

Hiya! Long time since I last posted anything. The reason was the first thing you probably thought of and what's been on all of our minds unfortunately for the whole past year (and still going). I did however miss searching for and sharing Lance Henriksen stuff. I want to get back to sporadically posting things, even though I'm currently quite limited as far as getting new movies etc. is concerned. But I've definitelly haven't lost my passion for Lance's goofy antics and (often also goofy) movies. Besides I think I wanted something else I could focus on while we're still on this long path to recovery. Knock on wood and all that. 

[hellerism]

6,7,8, & 30?

6. which character should never have died (excluding tfw 2.0)?

do i have to pick just one? henriksen, kevin, charlie, billie, bobby, missouri, rufus, benny, ellen, jo...probably more but thats all i can think of rn

7. bloodfreak, closest thing we have to a witch, or lawboy sammy?

bloodfreak! yes chomping biting violence kill!!!! witch sam is a close second tho

8. favorite cas (ex. casifer, endverse, honey, etc)?

dadstiel :}

30. what destiel fic are you currently reading/wanting to read?

ummm i have a bunch of 20k+ fics marked for later that i need to get in the mood for, including poet dean and a sobsicles fic

ask me about my spn opinions!

[ao3feed-wincest-archive]

Don't Forget: He Has A Brother

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zKobhG

by writinginthesecrettrees

Dean is kidnapped. Sam wants him back.

Words: 3352, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Currently Thinking of Henriksen

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Victor Henriksen

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Serial Killer Dean Winchester, Serial Killer Sam Winchester, Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Murder, Kidnapping, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Blow Jobs

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zKobhG