#he's so excited to work with eliot ness and get all dressed up in the 40s. this is adorable

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i do really like how obvious it is that dean gets like, the vast majority of his cultural and historical knowledge from tv. it's both endearing in his infinite references and childlike enthusiasm for situations that remind him of movies he likes, and nicely consistent with an isolated upbringing separated from normative society. dean learned how to be a human person from old movies and didn't have anyone to correct him otherwise, and i think that's great

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October 9th Prompt: Secret

1.4k words. Dean still hasn’t picked out an outfit for Sam and Eileen’s wedding, so he goes with Eileen, Claire and Kaia. Plenty of destiel references on the side.

Dean has a secret. He has a lot of those, but this one’s a little different.

He doesn’t really enjoy wearing suits.

Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind the FED suits. Hell, he’s even got himself a few that he likes, but that was for work. Whenever he tried to put on a suit outside of hunting, he didn’t feel right.

On a bad day, he saw Michael in the mirror.

Last time he tried, he really did. He tried thinking of Eliot Ness and going back to 1944 and killing a god and looking badass while doing it.

Dean’s lungs closed it on themselves. It hadn’t worked.

Sam and Eileen’s wedding was coming up. Everyone was bustling with excitement for their outfit ideas. Dean was, for a lack of a better word, struggling. Writhing. Flailing like a gasping fish. Not doing well.

Sam, Jack, and Cas had all already gone shopping for their outfits, which left Dean with Eileen, who was accompanying Claire and Kaia to give advice.

Claire and Kaia had disappeared into one of the young adults sections together while holding hands, which had made Dean smile.

However, as Eileen drifts to look at suits herself, Dean becomes a tiny speck in the store.

He shifts uncomfortably from row to row, not really looking directly at anything.

After a few minutes of this, Eileen picks up on it.

“Are you okay?” she asks, signing and speaking simultaneously.

Dean turns to face her. “Yeah,” he huffs. “Yeah, no, I’m fine. Just… not sure what to do here.”

He knows why he came. It was a last-ditch effort to look at more suits. It wasn’t really working.

Eileen frowns. “Do you have an outfit picked out for the wedding?”

Dean freezes. He considers lying, but she sees through him.

Her frown shifts into an amused smile. “Come on,” she says, taking Dean by the hand and turning around so he couldn’t object.

Eileen stops them in front of a section of dresses. Dean’s breath catches in the back of his throat.

Last time he had worn a dress was when he was twenty. He was hanging out with a group of guys playing drunk truth or dare when they had dared him to wear this white dress. Truth is, he liked the cloth under his skin and the way it held freely. The other guys did, too. But when he looked in the mirror, it reminded him of the gown Mom died in. He hadn’t really worn one since. For that, and… other reasons.

“Eileen, I shouldn’t,” he says, trying a pathetic laugh.

“Who says?”

“Eileen—”

“Humor the bride,” Eileen interrupts. Her face shifts to a softer look. “Just try something on. If you don’t like it, we won't talk about it.”

Dean takes a breath. Another breath. If he looks like a laughing stock, it’s just between him and Eileen.

He reaches for the first one he sees. It’s blue, and he doesn’t even know if it’s gonna fit him. Dashing through the aisle like he was playing hot potato, he finds a gender neutral changing room. He throws himself in a stall before he can think too much.

He stands. And stands. Holding the dress quite pathetically.

Well, fuck, he wasn’t going to keep Eileen waiting. He undresses and pulls the dress over his head.

Before Dean even thinks of getting an arm through a sleeve, it’s too tight. It doesn’t sit right on his hips and he fears ripping it. He pushes it off and lets it fall to the ground.

He stares at it, rumpled before his feet.

For a split second, he imagines Cas in a dress, before a knocking on the door jumps him off that track.

“Dean?” Eileen calls out. “I think I found something that’ll fit you. I’ll hang it over the door.”

Lo and behold, the next dress is draped over the stall door. It’s short and black. Dean just stares at it.

He really is trying on fucking dresses.

Unthinkable.

Taking it off of the door, he holds it up to his body. It isn’t long-sleeved like the last one, but instead has ruffled short sleeves. The material is different.

He picks the blue one up off the floor and drops it onto the little bench in the corner.

The little black dress has snaps. He undoes them and tries to step in before stumbling, nearly cracking his head on the mirror.

“Christ,” Dean hisses. He steps in correctly this time.

Eileen was right, it does fit. Besides the near death experience, it didn’t look half bad. Little bits of the burn scar on his shoulder peeked out. Cas trickles back into Dean’s mind, and he smiles. As if Cas ever left.

But then he looks to the door. His hand wavers over the handle. It’s a nice dress. He looks nice. Doesn’t he look nice?

Fuck it. He opens the door.

Eileen, Claire, and Kaia freeze in mid-conversation.

The heat rises in Dean’s ears and fills his face with dizzying speed. This was it. The world was collapsing beneath him. His entire life? Gone in a flash.

Instead, Kaia speaks up. “Claire, do you remember that green dress we saw earlier?”

Claire’s face lights up. “Oh, shit, you’re right! We’ll be right back—” She turns to follow Kaia before turning back again quickly— “You, uh. Look great, by the way.”

They scurry off.

Dean’s mind is a blank sheet.

Eileen laughs. “You do look great.”

“Y’think?” Dean mumbles faintly, his hand going to the ends of the dress to rub the material between his fingers.

Eileen nods, enthusiastic. “You do! Even if you don’t wear it to the wedding, I think you should buy it.”

Dean blinks. He hadn’t thought of wearing a dress outside of the wedding.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. Trying out the words in his mouth. “Yeah, I just might.”

Kaia and Claire come running back. Kaia has the green dress folded over her arm. She hands it to Eileen.

“Do you think it’ll fit?”

“Oh, definitely,” Eileen smiles. She hands it to Dean. “Try it on.”

Dean wordlessly takes the dress. His eyes shoot between Claire and Kaia, who both have slightly hopeful looks on their faces. Dean swallows and steps back into the room and shuts the door.

Feeling the fabric between his fingers, he has to admit, it’s a very pleasing material. He unfolds it and holds it out. It’s a layered dress with straps instead of sleeves. For an insane moment, he thinks the color matches his eyes.

He steps out of the black dress, placing it right next to the blue one. He holds up the green dress. The dress Kaia picked out. He feels something in his chest. It might be joy.

Dean pulls it over his head, arms sliding through easily. It fits over his chest and hips well and it goes long past his knees. Cas’s handprint is completely exposed, not that he minds at all.

He looks into the mirror.

Dean sees himself.

There isn’t anyone else he could possibly see. It’s him.

The dress does match his eyes — his watering eyes — perfectly.

Before he does something stupid like cry while in a dress, he wipes the oncoming tears away.

He cries later, when wearing the dress to show Cas, but that would be fine because Cas holds him and tells him he’s beautiful and Dean cries all over again while kissing him.

Except he doesn’t know that yet, so he unlocks the door and opens it. He stands in place, not quite ready to step out, but Eileen smiles and it calms a knot in his stomach.

Kaia speaks first. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” he croaks before clearing his throat and saying it louder, “Yeah, I, uh. I really like it. You have a good eye.”

Kaia visibly brightens under the praise. Claire asks, carefully, “Are you gonna wear it to the wedding?”

Dean hesitates, because it’s a second nature, but then he nods, because he’s already wearing it and there’s no way he’s not going through with this. There’s no way because he genuinely wants this dress. “I’m gonna buy the black one, too.”

Eileen beams. “You like it?”

Dean turns to her and smiles. “Yeah, I really do.”

And, God help him, they all smile back. And he swears his cheeks will be sore and he won’t care in the slightest.

His hands reach for the dress and he shifts his hips, watching it move underneath him. Sometimes, having secrets gives secret benefits.

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Three Days of The Hunter Job

leverage 2.05

hunt for the truth = fox news

you can’t change my mind, sorry

- - - - -

Nate: Here's what we can do. We can probably get you enough money to save the house and pay for medical bills--

Sarah: We aren't interested in money, Mr. Ford. This woman took my father's self-esteem. She took his reputation. She took his good name. That's what he needs back.

someone needs to make a compilation of their clients being noble as hell

- - - - -

Sophie: I wanna take the lead on this one. I wanna do what you do.

Nate: Yeah, listen, I know breakups can be very difficult, Sophie.

Sophie: Whoa. No, that's not what this is about.

Nate: I know that you have this need to be in control right now, you know.

Sophie: I don't have any such need.

Nate: But you can't project that onto the con.

Sophie: Excuse me? This, coming from the man who spent an entire year drunk, working out his obsessive vengeance on every dimwit in a suit who happened to cross our line of vision.

Nate: Hey, you put some thought into that one, didn't you?

Sophie: You know, I'm not tryin' to control the universe just because some guy dumped me. I-I appreciate the concern. I just, I need a new challenge.

Nate: Okay. (hands Sophie the files) This is your job.

Sophie: Thanks. Now, let's go get this bitch. (walks away)

Nate: Oh, boy

fucking get rekt nate you’re the literal last one to talk

- - - - -

huh nate is wearing flannel in this one

- - - - -

Sophie: Exactly. And then to protect themselves, they issue an apology to Mr. Pennington and then they throw Monica Hunter into the jaws of the very media machine that she bent to her own malicious will.

Parker: Wow. I gotta say, Sophie's briefings are much more dramatic.

Eliot: And poetic.

parker and eliot are cute

- - - - -

Sophie: But we can sell a story that commands respect. A story that she's gonna chase to get the respect she craves. Hm? Pack your bags, everyone. We're going to D.C. to make news.

(everyone continues sitting, looking uncomfortable)

Nate: That's when you wanna...

Sophie: I wanna do that bit again. Pack your bags, everyone. We're going to D.C. to make news. (leaves room)

Nate: She's walking into the closet

SOPHIE ITS OKAY YOU DONT NEED TO GO IN THE CLOSET

- - - - -

Parker: I got the pass. Easy.

Sophie: Parker, we went over this.

[Exterior Studio]

Sophie: You're not supposed to take it. Get caught with it.

Parker: I don't know how to get caught.

Sophie: Yeah, I know it's difficult to steal badly. Just, just try

- - - - -

Monica (grabs Parker): Hey. Hey. I will have you arrested for trespassing if you do not tell me what you are doing here.

Parker: Technically, you can't have me arrested for trespassing because you don't own the station.

Sophie: Parker, tell her the story

parker: TRY ME BITCH

- - - - -

hardison doing crazy tinfoil hat guy is iconic

+ parker and hardison’s high five and “that’s what I’m talkin about!” ADORABLE

- - - - -

Parker: Eliot, these conspiracies aren't real, right?

Eliot: What do you mean?

Parker: Like that one over there that says all the major wars of the past 50 years were ordered by members of The Council.

Eliot: Parker, I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you. (walks away)

Parker: You're not a member of The Council, are you? Eliot? Is he?

Nate: Oh, I don't know. (walks away)

Parker: Huh? Uh, Nate, is he?

parker looked so vulnerable asking it and eliot’s just like,,, imma fuck with her LMFAO

also this is another chaotic ot3 scene that I’d die for

- - - - -

eliot taking the general’s id with his pencil and handing it off to hardison? SMOOTH AS FUCK

- - - - -

Parker: But what if he won't talk to us?

Monica: Then we celebrate.

Parker: Celebrate?

Monica: Denial means guilt. Refusal means more guilt. Punch out my cameraman, and I'll kiss you on the mouth.

Camera Man: Mm-hm.

parker: 👀👀👀

- - - - -

parker gets hit with a car ,,, how many times in this series does she get hit with a car ??

- - - - -

monica’s face when she sees parker get hit by a car is LITERALLY the exact same as the surprised pikachu face

+

bruh imagine you see this happening ,,, like a girl get hit by a car, a suit running out, grabbing stuff of her body, then running away ???

her playing dead on the ground for a hot minute before “waking up”, dusting herself off and walking away ???

- - - - -

Hardison: Move. Don't stop. Come on.

Monica: They ran her over.

Hardison: I know, but we gotta go. Security cameras, the ATM cameras, the traffic cameras. We're always being watched. Just put your head down. Act natural.

Monica: Why are you dressed like a mailman?

Hardison: Invisible man, mailman, nobody notices the mailman. He blends right in. Just like a circus clown.

- - - - -

Parker: We totally went to the moon.

Eliot: Movie sets. I've seen 'em. They're outside of Albuquerque.

Parker: Why would there still be sets there?

Eliot: Because they're gonna reuse 'em for the Mars mission. Repaint it all red.

her bumping shoulders with eliot and leaning on him? the casual intimacy that nourishes my S O U L

- - - - -

Sophie: She has to have corroboration from her own sources. She has to craft the narrative. Monica Hunter has to be the author of her own personal nightmare.

Nate: Do I sound that creepy when I...?

Eliot: Hell yes.

Parker: Mm-hm.

Nate: Really?

Eliot: You do

- - - - -

Sophie: The only question is whether Hardison guessed her sources right.

Hardison: G-guess? Guess?

Sophie: Well, you know.

Hardison: Woman, my name Alec Hardison. I do not guess, OK? Look, journalists, they're lazy. They always go back to the same sources. I compared Monica Hunter's stories for the last ten years and created a heuristic model based on her sources. I-I filtered by story type, priority and evidentiary chain. Look, (pulls up info on laptop) sex scandal: 87 percent chance she goes to these sources. Serial killer scare: 90 percent she contacts these sources for confirmation. Government secrets and health scare intersects: Ninety-five percent chance she goes to these sources. Look, look. Right there. She's emailing them right now. Look.

- - - - -

Hardison: Get me out of here.

Sophie: Yeah, I'm working on it.

Parker (comes out of back room pulling on jacket): I'm on it.

Sophie: No, no, no, no, no, you cannot go. You're dead. Monica Hunter sees you and the whole con is blown.

Parker: Right

PARKER WAS R E A D Y TO GO IN AFTER HIM WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE OT3

- - - - -

Hardison: Damn the con. I'm a black man caught on an Army base with a video camera. I am going to jail forever.

the realest part of the show

- - - - -

Hardison: Eliot, get me everything you can on a Lieutenant Abbot.

[Apartment]

Hardison: Just-just do what I taught you.

Eliot (typing on laptop): Now, the "http" thing comes before—

[Interrogation Room 2]

Eliot: --the "www-dot," right?

Hardison: Eliot!

[Apartment]

Eliot: Which one's the forward slash?

Sophie: Oh, come on.

[Interrogation Room 2]

Hardison: It ain't the time, Eliot. It ain't the time.

[Apartment]

Eliot: It's not fun when you're hanging out there in the wind and there's a dude behind a laptop cracking jokes, is there?

Parker: (holding a gas mask over her face before looking over it) I like it when we switch jobs. It's exciting

someone PLEASE make an eliot-being-bad-at-technology compilation I’m begging

also it’s officially canon that hardison tries teaching eliot about technology

- - - - -

Eliot: No, that's everything on this guy.

Lieutenant: Sir, I need to know why you're on this base.

Hardison: Yes. Why am I on this base?

Lieutenant: I'm asking you.

Hardison: No, I'm asking you. Why am I on this base? Why am I in this room?

Lieutenant: So I can ask you questions.

Hardison: Or maybe it's so I can ask you questions, Lieutenant Kyle Abbot, Social Security 823-24-6270?

Lieutenant: I don't know what you're up to.

Hardison: Maybe you’re not cleared to know. Two disciplinary actions? That one in Germany? Maybe you're just too much of a security risk.

(lieutenant goes to leave and Hardison slams his fist on the table)

Hardison: Did I say you could leave?

(lieutenant swallows nervously)

T H I S

S C E N E

T H O

- - - - -

[Army Base Gate]

Nate: Not gonna work.

Eliot: It's all in the salute, man.

[Apartment]

Sophie: Just work the stars and bars. Nobody wants to--

[Army Base Gate]

(a soldier moves to the side of the car and leans in, saluting Nate)

Sophie: --look a general in the eye.

Nate: Uh, good form soldier. As you were.

Soldier: Clear.

(the gate goes up and Nate pulls into the base, parking near a building. He gets out of the car and walks toward the door)

- - - - -

Nate: We hunt for the truth through many dark places. (approaches Monica menacingly) I am a patriot, Ms. Hunter. I'm sorry. (to Eliot) Earl.

(Monica takes a can of pepper spray from her purse and sprays it in Nate’s face, driving him back. She runs out the door as he groans in pain. Eliot goes to pat his back)

Eliot: Good thing Parker switched that with water.

Nate: Didn't! Didn't switch. (they both start coughing)

LMFAO

- - - - -

Monica: My friends, this is the enemy. Our water has been poisoned.

(an aide spits out a mouthful of water)

JFNSKDKEJWJNFJ

- - - - -

(Eliot is cutting vegetables while Nate opens a bottle of wine and Hardison swirls orange soda in a wine glass)

hardison is literally swirling his neon orange soda in a wine glass as eliot cooks actual food for the fam I CANNOT

- - - - -

Parker (holds up photo): Loch Ness Monster.

Hardison: Loch Ness submarine.

Parker: No!

Eliot: Scottish waters are cold and deep. It's a perfect place to test.

Parker (holds up photo): Area 51.

Eliot: True.

Hardison: False.

Eliot: That's true.

Hardison: False. She said Area 51, 51.

Eliot: I'm sorry. False. Area 52.

Hardison: Been there.

Eliot: Yep

I’m crying the ot3 was top tier chaotic this entire episode and parker was having A Time™ with all these conspiracies

someone make a compilation of these scenes overlayed with the wii music. pls.

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 7X12 Time After Time

oh boy

OH NO NO JODY

Also I wanted to mention that Smile and be fine feels deeply integral to Dean in a bad way, and also that it's important the episode after Bobby's death revolved around fatherhood

god I miss Cas

I miss not sibling angst

goddammit Dean

A TIME TRAVEL EPISODE?

...he's...literally a mom

SAM IS SO GRUMPY

ah mummified body

aw she misses Bobby too

"call me after" aw

"Aw I feel bad we didn't get her anything"

Sam: bruh I'd rather it be porn

...Dean watches anime

AHAHA DEAN

he always loses

"no relation" LMAO

ah he steals time

"are you gonna look up more anime or are you strictly into Dick now"

SAM

AHHAAH

"don't worry we'll pretend this never happened" aka "I'll let you be the smart brother"

I LOVE THIS

...wait

yep Robbie Thompson episode

Bi Dean Truther Robbie

ah fedora dude

barely ten minutes of context huh oh

WELCOME TO 1944 BITCH

He did try FBI

ah yes the gun

HSDFIP AHAHA THE BADGE IS 68 YEARS OUT OF DATE

PASHFAIS ah yes just tell the truth

he meets a hunter from the 1940s

Eliot Ness! (he took down al capone)

DEAN'S FACE

"he disappeared in a ball of red light" "yeah that tends to happen"

MOM JODY

DEAN

DEAN YOU'RE NOT HELPING

FUCKING NERD

"hunting the same thing in different centuries" oo that's good

kills in threes

aH HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND AWESOME

DEAN YOU FUCKING NERD

HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THE SLANG

HE TRIES A COMEBACK IT DOESN'T WORK

GAS IS FOUR DOLLARS A GALLON

only drivers say that

bobby is INDEED a hoarder

HE LIKES PLAYING DRESS UP

HE LOOKS GOOD THO

THEY DON'T GET WHAT AWESOME MEANS

"idjits" aww

ah the ring, they zoomed up on it before too

ooo the working in two different centuries I LOVE IT

summon a god vs kill one

FUCKING N E R D

NO IT's NOT LIKE IN THE MOVIES

NO LOCKPICKS JUST KICK DOOR DOWN

the lettuce?

hero worship

"came from the war"

LMAO GOOD COP BAD COP

holy SHIT DEAN LOOKS GOOD

ah rufus

ah yes the drinking

and the little bits of yourself you leave in places

ah this is after al capone

just did it cuz damn

"enjoy it while you have it it's clarity" jeez

ah the trunk of weaponry

whoops

THE MIX UP OF SLANG

LMAO SHE'S BOBBY

I love her

yep...they're stuck

AH HE SENDS A MESSAGE

ah his wife

eliot ness is gone!

bruh just

be straightforward ONE time

god I love the vibe

Bobby's old stuff?

so they find it

aww Sam

"do I have to use my mom voice" LMAO

and he does what he thinks Sam would notice

and carves his name

oh that's so good

"you asked for it, YOUNG MAN"

I FUCKINKG LOVE THIS

SAM'S SO EXCVITED

IT'S SO CUTE

FUCKING NERDS

ah shit the two timelines

tHE CLOCKS STOPPED!

THEY GOT THE TIME TOO!!

he gets Dean??

AH FUCK THAT GOT ME

"I'M A GOD" o touchy

ur doing great sweetie

"I do it for you" yes so helpful

i mean I understand being lonely sucks

gottem

HEY UNTOUCHABLE awww

"your future is covered in thick black ooze" yes but also the empty

1. being scattered throughout. Like the idea of when you're a human being, bits of yourself are scattered throughout everywhere, in spaces and in time(the lady that said "idjits"). I really like that.

2. two timelines. They went HARD into the whole thing with same thing, two timelines, all working together. That was so enjoyable to see come together. The clock stop was set up too!

and Eliot Ness calling Dean untouchable was adorable. Also him doing it after he did the thing with Al Capone, the whole "it's clarity" that's. that's interesting. it's a last resort, there's nowhere to go

3. MOM JODY. I just think that was so cute

4. holy shit Dean looked good holy shit holy shit. Like the 40s look? good.

bro I hope he's ok tho

5. Sam was so excited! Seeing genuine puppy Sam was so nice

6. being lonely. The whole wandering and being lonely, but killing because you're being forgotten, but also killing because you want to but

and also everywhere through time

that monster was Important

holy shit the next one is Emma