#i also watched the how many times cas said dean video and was surprised it was only 429!
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soooooo incheresting. i just watched a video that counted all the times dean said cas and castiel through out the series and it kept a count of the castiel's separate. he said castiel a total of 16 times throughout the whole series and SIX of those times were in season 6!!!! and every single one of those in season 6 was dean praying to him. which notably none of the other castiel's were part of a prayer. god dean is just like....pining for cas so hard in season 6 and after they stopped the apocalypse it's like castiel just drifted so far away from him and he got all powerful again and dean KNOWS that something is going on with him but cas is just keeping him at such a distance (because he's trying to protect him from everything going on with heaven's civil war). so suddenly when dean's praying even when he's making a joke of it (which is often) he's saying castiel instead of cas.
#man i NEED to write a s6 destiel fic so bad#btw dean said cas 641 times throughout the series#i also watched the how many times cas said dean video and was surprised it was only 429!#but i guess maybe that makes sense because cas is in a lot less scenes/episodes#destiel#spn#jenna.post
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The Return of Bruno
A family Die Hard-athon in the Dean Cave has to be postponed.
Suptober prompt: Fine Wine Flufftober prompt: Movie Marathon Fictober prompt: "Check that again, are you sure?" Inktober prompt: Trip
(Read on AO3)
The popcorn was popped, there was plenty of beer and soda on ice, and all three of the Bunker's couches had been wedged into the Dean Cave. They had everything they needed for their Die Hard movie marathon.
Except Die Hard.
Dean had deemed it crucial that they go “old school” on this, so he'd called ahead to the last active video rental store in Kansas and put all five movies in the series on hold. Cas had volunteered to make the three-hour round trip to pick up the tapes. Dean, Sam, and Jack had stayed behind to set up their new ultra large screen TV, figure out how to hook up an ancient VCR to it, and then jigsaw the furniture in around it.
By the time Cas had returned with a big plastic VIDEO VANGUARD bag, everyone was ready to start the show.
Dean dumped out the bag and started sorting the tapes into order.
“Lessee here, Die Hard with a Vengeance, that's the middle one. Live Free or Die Hard, number four. Die Hard 2, uh-huh. A Good Day to Die Hard – the triumphant conclusion of the pentalogy. Which means this one is... Blind Date?!? Dude, what the hell, didn't you check the tapes before you left the store?”
He thrust the unwanted video in Cas's face and pitched his voice low and rough in a broad, sarcastic impression of the former angel. “'Hello mister video man, I am here to pick up my incredibly important special order. Oh, they're already in this bag? All five movies are in there? Can you check that again, are you sure?' You seriously didn't think to double check, Cas?”
Cas glared at him. Making an obvious effort to keep his tone civil, he replied “No, Dean, I did not stay to interrogate the clerk at the video store. You told me before I left that I needed to hurry because everyone was waiting for me. I took the bag I was handed and I drove straight back.” He accepted the tape that Dean was shoving towards him and peered at the front cover. “By the looks of it, this movie also stars Bruce Willis. Is it not an acceptable substitute?”
Dean gaped at him. “Acceptable substi–!! A chick flick?!? No way, man, we can't have a Die Hard marathon without Die Hard! Sam, back me up on this!”
Sam shook his head. “Dean's not wrong. We kind of need to have the first one to start things off right. And since there's no way we're watching that piece of crap instead, I'm gonna make this an early night and go read in my room.”
Jack piped up, “Couldn't we just str–” but Dean cut him off with a warning look.
“Hey! We're not streaming anything! When we run this marathon, all five films will be presented as John McClane would want them to be shown: in gritty low-fi! With tape noise, and tracking errors, and shitty sound!! And you!!” He whirled to face his brother, finger pointing between his eyes. “What do you think you're calling a piece of crap?! Blind Date is Bruce's first credited lead role! Maybe his movies haven't all aged like fine wine, but his early work still stands up! Everybody sit your asses down, we're watching this!!”
By now, they were all used to the way Dean could flip his opinion on a dime whenever someone dared to insult one of his many guilty pleasures, so this about-face didn't come as much of a surprise. Sam was not in the mood to indulge him on this one, though.
“Ehh, whatever,” he said dismissively. “If we're not doing the marathon tonight, I'm out. Tomorrow one of us can make the drive and swap the tape. 'Night, guys.”
Dean made a derisive sound at his brother's retreating back, then turned to their son with a hopeful grin. “Jack, you're still up for it, right?”
Jack was visibly hesitant to reply. “Umm, actually, if it's okay with you, I'd rather not. I don't like movies with a lot of kissing.”
Cas cleared his throat from the couch to Dean's left. “The description on the case suggests that this movie might be a little adult for Jack. Perhaps we can postpone family movie night altogether until the correct tape can be acquired.”
Jack seemed to take that as permission to leave, grabbing a bowl of popcorn and a couple bottles of soda on his way out the door.
“And then there were two,” Dean intoned with a sigh and a quirk of his mouth.
“Indeed,” Cas agreed with a smile. “The perfect number for a romantic comedy.” He patted the cushion next to him on the couch. “Join me?”
Dean popped the tape into the VCR and cuddled up to his boyfriend. As the anti-piracy ad played, a thought occurred to him. “Baby, did you pick up the wrong tape on purpose?”
“I swear I didn't, love. The video store truly did make an error. But I can't say I'm mad about it. Are you?”
“Nah,” Dean muttered, wrapping one hand around his boyfriend's and digging into his popcorn with the other.
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Just watched 14x13 Lebanon.
Will preface with the fact that this was a bit of my commentary on the previous episode, and that I do think John Winchester was a crap parent
Lebanon was a pretty good episode, actually. I know some people hate it, and I started off prepared to seethe every moment that John was on screen. but then I managed to get one foot out of the John-crit zone and put it in Sam and Dean’s shoes, and looking at it from both perspectives? The episode has a lot of nuance to it.
Spoilers for this 14x13 Lebanon (obviously)
Overall I think the most important thing to remember about this episode: the theme is that some things are too good to be true.
I knew which episode it was, but I was surprised because I thought it has been in season 15, and then John didn’t show up for a while, so I thought I was wrong until the Pearl came up.
I gotta hand it to Jensen. When John appeared, there were so many emotions packed into Dean’s face in that first short scene, I had to rewatch it several times to get them. Part of it was simple shock, but I could also see… something a little like panic in his face, along with Waay too many emotions for me to name.
The conversation between Sam and John was… I started off mad and then focused more on Sam’s perspective and realized that… yeah, Sam isn’t the same person he was last time he saw his dad. And he didn’t get closure. He never got a chance to get real closure on it, and then here, he did, at least in some form.
Also, interesting thing I noticed- I could see the beginnings of how it could turn into another argument, and John said something that seemed a little accusatory, “you didn’t have a problem talking about it before you left,” and then Sam was like “nope, not gonna argue, not gonna do it, REDIRECTING-“ Which, after what Dean said in the scene before—
—Sam doesn’t want to mess this up for Dean. No way is he gonna start a fight, not now, not when they just got their dad back.
I don’t like the last line of Sam and John’s conversation: “But you did your best, dad. You – you fought for us, and you loved us, and… that’s enough.” Because honestly- it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t. And… dammit he could have done better. But then again, that’s Sam’s dad, and he’s been dead for over a decade, and sometimes people tend to put rose-colored glasses on over the past. So I’ll still happily condemn John’s parenting but I won’t condemn Sam just because he’s unable to see things for what they are in this case.
Now- my absolute favorite part of this entire episode is the section of Sam and Dean going to get groceries and noticing things are changed, and realizing “oh shit, what else is different?”
One, gotta love Dean for implying that Sam being a kale nut is a worse thing than Dean being considered a serial killer by society (which, it’s not like society is wrong??). Like, ah yes, wonderful priorities there, Dean. You’re a wanted killer with your face up in the town, but clearly Sam giving a lecture about the wonders of kale is a much worse thing. (If you can’t tell, I’m being incredibly sarcastic here)
And then here. Castiel’s appearance. I was screeching watching this. Completely freaking out- so much adrenaline. I bet if I’d taken my pulse it would have been skyrocketing-
This was followed by the scene of Castiel and Zachariah in the restaurant, which was Awesome, very clearly highlighting the difference that Dean and the Winchesters made in Cas’s life (later this will be relevant in the Confession - “You changed me, Dean”).
*cue me posting an unnecessary amount of screenshots*
Castiel unfurls his wings—
(Note the messy hair from flying around everywhere. Not the same as his old haircut, but they did what they could with Misha’s hair at the time)
Notice that Dean’s got the angel blade point down, and when he attacks Castiel, he’s using the blunt end to hit him, not the sharp end
(On the other hand, Sam uses the sharp end of the blade to swipe at Castiel. No judgement from me here, Sam sees this as “not our Cas” while Dean still sees this as “my Cas, I can talk him away from Heaven again.”)
Then, the most interesting thing here- when Cas pins Dean agains the wall, Dean’s not even trying to fight Cas here.
See how his hand settles on Castiel’s chest? Not really pressing, just touching. His other hand is gripping Castiel’s wrist, I imagine to try to remove enough pressure from his neck that he can speak. Trying to use his connection to Cas to get Castiel to stop hurting him. And it doesn’t work. Castiel stares him the eyes, not even a flicker of doubt or questioning.
You’ll note that I referred to alternate Castiel in this episode as exclusively “Castiel” and not “Cas.” Because it’s not Cas. Cas is the angel that saved Dean from Hell, and the angel that’s been by Dean’s side for 11 years (at this point in time). And this Castiel has not done that. So he is not Cas.
I’m reminded of the scene wayy back in season 5 where Cas beats Dean up in the alley for trying to give up and give in to Michael. There, Dean actually encouraged Cas to kill him, at the end, and Cas softens. Can’t exactly parse out the parallels there because my brain isn’t working, but there you go.
Now, probably my favorite conversation with John is this one, with Dean.
Right here. The way that Dean says “I have a family.”
It feels almost defiant. “I do have a family. I have Sam, Cas, Mom, Jack. My mother, my brother, my best friend… and I have a son, we all have a son. And beyond that, I’ve got Jody and Donna and Claire and the girls. I do have a family. Yeah, it doesn’t look like the apple pie life, the white picket fence, wife and kids, and yeah, our son is the child of Lucifer, and yeah, I’m in love with my best friend who’s an angel in a man’s body, and I wouldn’t trade him for any woman, and you’d hate that. But they’re my family. And I’m good with that.”
It’s proud, it’s a little defiant, it’s also a little bit of a reassurance, as we see from John’s smile afterward. I don’t think John caught the hint of a challenge in there.
I loved that moment. That might be my favorite line in the entire episode. “I have a family.”
I also like… Dean’s acceptance, “I’m good with who I am.” Part of that… I think it’s both a good thing and a sad thing and also a half lie at the same time. I think he’s good with who he is, in the sense that he’s accepted that he and Sam are the people that have to fill this role in the world, y’know, saving everyone. I think he loves the people he’s with, he loves his family and wouldn’t trade them for anything, not even having John back. No way would he ever trade Cas or Jack or Sam, or Mary, for anything else, ever.
It’s sad, though, because it’s like… he can’t imagine who he’d be if he had a different life. Yes, he’s had a few runs at an apple-pie life, but they weren’t happy, there was always something wrong nagging at him. He… I think he believes there’s no way for him to be happy, and that this is the best he could have.
I’m not even sure how to analyze the goodbye scene. I mean, the clearest thing here is just so much grief from everyone. They got a taste of their father back, and now he has to go back to being dead. There’s so many complicated feelings for both of the brothers, because of the complicated relationship with John, but in the end? They can’t help but love him, and they can’t help but feel grief at losing him. I won’t fault them for that.
In short, I wanna give Dean a gigantic hug and also give him therapy-
And then Cas coming back to the bunker when he did. I bet he sensed something and headed back to the bunker as fast as he could. Also, no clue what he experienced during the whole “Castiel and Zachariah are alive” thing. I imagine it’s possible there were two Cas’s running around for a bit? Because Mary didn’t get affected by the pearl. And Sam was there with his own memories, despite there being videos up of him doing things in the parallel universe. As for Cas, he’s part of Dean’s group of “people” so my guess is two Castiels running around for a little bit.
I like how Dean looks at Cas at the end. He’s relieved to have his angel back.
In summary-
The theme of this episode is “some things are too good to be true.” John came back, the four of them got their moment together, but John couldn’t stay. Things were good for that single afternoon, because everyone was just happy to see each other again, but it sent so much stuff into chaos that it couldn’t last, it had to be undone. And even then, if they’d tried to keep going with it, I know it would have degraded, the illusion of perfection would shatter, and they’d fall into old habits, old arguments and new ones.
And so it had to end.
#THIS IS NOT JOHN APOLOGISM#JOHN IS A TERRIBLE PARENT#HE MAY HAVE APOLOGIZED BUT THAT DOESN’T ABSOLVE HIM OF HIS ACTIONS#john winchester#spn 14x13#spn Lebanon#dean winchester#sam winchester#mary winchester#castiel#jack kline#destiel#supernatural#Ender’s musings
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EUPHORIA - Chapter 28
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.
Chapter Warning: NSFW, Flangst
WC: 3434
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The next two weeks were uneventful compared to the one before. The threats are still coming in, but there were no vandalism anymore, and nobody who wanted to scare Dean off by driving into his fucking car.
But Dean’s still alerted. He thinks it’s just a trick to make him feel like they’re not out to get him, and if he lets his guard down, he’d pay and Dean’s not going to give whoever it is the satisfaction. No, he has to be the one to set the rules, and it should never be the other way around.
After the night she poured her heart out to him, the things between them had gotten even better if Dean can say so. He starts to refer to her as his girlfriend to people who didn’t know her, and well, his employees all know that she’s his and that she’s off limits to anyone.
Y/N’s still not living with him and that’s perfectly okay for him too. She’s working more to catch up on the things she had piling on while she was away and was taking care of him, so their time is sometimes really limited. Dean figured that it’s too early to offer her to quit her job, so he just really plays along.
The first week after his accident they took it real slow. She was on her period as well, and Dean got a glimpse of how it’ll be in the future. They had a couple of quiet nights in and if she couldn’t make it to his place, he would tear himself away from his job to knock at her door with some chocolate or ice cream. They argued about petty things, too.
Things he doesn't even really remember anymore but he knows that she does and he’s sure that she’ll bring it up at some point. They always do, don’t they?
Dean really made sure to show her often that she’s worth it and she questions his intentions sometimes. The fact is, that she thinks that she doesn’t deserve someone like him while he thinks that she is in fact the one who deserves someone much better than him. Maybe they both deserve each other. He thinks they do. Two broken people who come together as one.
The week after them finding themselves and finding out so much more about each other, the week of him knowing that he’s able to work around those little quirks and annoying habits of hers, was kinky.
They tried different rooms, and it was the first time that she used the safe word. They were in the medical room and Dean strapped her arms and feet to the chair while he had her eyes bound and clamped her nipples. He made her come four times without him even getting out of his clothes and afterwards, he taped the hitachi wand to her clit and fucked her like that. Another two orgasms later, she was writhing and wincing on her chair. Dean must say that he was maybe selfish too, with wanting to see how many orgasms he can tickle out of her in succession.
As he continued to fuck her and felt her coming on his cock for the seventh time, she yelled out the safe word. Dean almost didn’t pull out fast enough to tear the wand from her stomach and the clamps from her breasts. He loosened the restraints on her arms and legs quickly and scooped her up, walked her to the sofa and sat down with her trembling body in his lap. She was sobbing and he pulled the fabric from her eyes, but she wouldn’t open them.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N said it over and over again, like a broken record, and Dean stroked her back, kissed her wet face, assured her that it’s not her fault. She was ashamed to have used the word, and he had to tell her and made sure that she knew that there’s nothing to be ashamed about. That the word is there to be used, that’s he’s not mad. He would never be mad at her, how could he, when all he does is fucking love her.
He picked her up, threw a shirt over her while he dressed back into his pants and carried her up to his loft, put her in a bath and joined her. He kissed her to sleep that night, holding her and let her know over and over that it’s okay. That they don’t have to do it anymore either.
She needed her space the next day and only returned the day after. There was no contact and Dean gave her that. He didn’t want her to think that she’s not allowed to have her space when she needs it most.
Dean found her cooking him dinner when she came back, said it was to thank him for giving her space and being patient with her and honestly, he didn’t know what to say to that, other than assuring her again that he’s here to stay, no matter what.
During the meal she said that she’d have to go to California at the beginning of the next week and she’d stay away longer, because it’s a work thing and not a stupid workshop. It felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. He hates to be apart from her and it’s one thing if he knows that she’s close, it’s a whole other thing when she’d be thousands of miles away.
He played it cool, though, even though he knows he probably didn’t look as cool as he pretended to.
Later, he said that he’d need to set up the poker room for the guys before he can take time for her and she said she’d help him. While they were there, one of the guys asked Dean again if he’d want to join but Dean politely declined. It’s Y/N who elbowed him in the ribs and said that he should because it sounded like fun. He jokingly said to her that he’d of course only do it if she would be the one under the table sucking him off. To his surprise, she was game.
That’s how she found herself under the table with some other girls that night and Dean had a hard time to keep a straight face when she gobbled him down like it’s the most delicious thing in the world. Not having a straight face is not a trait while playing poker, but it’s good to know that Dean’s not the only one. When one of the guests suggested that they switch the girls because apparently Dean’s face gave it away that he really enjoyed it, he sent the dude a glare and said that his girl is not up for negotiation. The guest suggested that they play for Y/N but that’s the last straw. Dean threw him out right away and pulled her off his dick to which she whined, but Dean took her hand and they went up to his office. He let her suck him off there, and she was happy again. It’s much better when he can watch her anyway.
The day before she had to leave for California, she surprised him in his office with the cutest, most sexy set of lingerie and he almost felt bad to have just ripped it off her body. He said she shouldn’t spend money on things like that. That from now on, he would buy them for her because it doesn’t hurt him as much as it would hurt her if he tears them apart.
He took her to the airport where her boss was already waiting, kissed her goodbye and it was hard, alright. Hard to let her go when all he wanted was for her to stay. He debated on telling her to quit right before she had to board the plane, but he knew as much as she did that she won’t do that. To get her to quit he would need some careful planning. He was too good of a girl. His fucking good girl.
When she was there, they would try to call each other but time zones really worked against them and instead of going crazy while trying to find the right time, they decided to just text every now and then until she’d be back. Dean also didn’t have to pick her up as Rufus will be on the flight back with her and he was adamant to drop her off.
It’s the third day now and Dean’s anticipating her return.
Only two days left.
46 hours and 21 minutes.
Not like he’s counting or anything.
Dean’s down in his office when he checks his emails. There are some threats like always, apart from emails of new member sign ups and PR. Normally, he’d trash the threats right away, but there’s something about the header that really catches his eyes.
SHE’S NOT TO BE TRUSTED
He has a weird feeling about it and he doesn’t know why, but his heart starts to thump heavily in his chest. There’s a part of him that says that he should just delete it, but there’s also another part of him that wants to know what it’s all about.
So, against Dean’s better judgement, he clicks on the email and a video starts to play.
What he sees makes his blood freeze and he feels nauseous all of a sudden. He grabs at the trash can below his desk and throws up in it.
Y/N’s going back today and while she packs her things, she keeps on checking her phone. There’s still no message from Dean. She tried calling him last night and she texted when he didn’t pick up, but there was no text coming back, although she’s seen that he’s read it. Normally, he’d leave a good night and good morning text, but there’s been nothing and she can’t lie that she’s a little worried, but maybe she’s just exaggerating. Maybe he’s just busy and didn’t have a chance to text her.
*
There is still no message from him when she lands and while she walks to the parking garage with Rufus, she sees a familiar face and it sends her heart racing because she’s been reminded of the day Dean was in a car accident.
“Hey, Y/N,” Cas says with a weak smile.
Rufus senses that it’s somewhat private, so he nods at her as if to say that he’ll wait over by his car. She nods back before she returns her gaze back to Castiel.
“I— is something— Dean?” She knows that whatever comes out of her mouth isn’t really coherent, but she doesn’t really care about it.
“Oh, no,” Cas says, “Dean’s okay,”
There’s a breath of exhale and she didn’t even know that she was holding her breathing, “Oh thank god!”
“Yeah, well he’s not really okay. I mean, he’s not physically hurt or anything,” Cas stammers on and on.
“Cas?” She asks, notices that the man can’t look her in the eye, “Look at me,”
He reluctantly does.
“What’s going on. Did he send you here?”
“No,” He says, shaking his head, “He doesn’t know I’m here. Look, all I’m saying that maybe you should give him some time. It’s not the best idea to go see him now, Y/N.”
“Cas, you’re scaring me,”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. Dean’s not himself these days and I don’t want to see you getting hurt by going there unprepared.”
“What?” She’s confused to say the least. What the fuck is going on? Why should she get hurt? Just what happened while she was away? What happened after the good morning text from two days prior?
“Look, I know that I can’t really hold you back and if you insist on seeing him, please have in mind that he’s really not himself. There’s something going on, but we don’t know what it is. He hasn’t been to the club and has been holed up for two days now. He wouldn’t answer his door to anyone but me. And I’ve been in there, Y/N, it’s not really a nice sight, or smell, let me tell you. He wouldn’t tell me what’s wrong, but he told me that he doesn’t want to see you.”
There’s tears stinging at the back of her eyes. He doesn’t want to see her?
“What happened?” Her voice is small and she feels stupid for even asking because Cas made clear that he’s doesn’t know and she believes him.
“Something happened that broke him. I don’t know what it was,” He shakes his head, “I just came to warn you because I know that you would want to see him.”
Dean hears the knock, but his brain doesn’t really register. He’s slumped on his sofa, three empty bottles of whiskey are lying on the floor and there are another two half empty ones standing around. He grabs one, takes a swig and ignores the knocking.
He doesn’t even know what day it is. Doesn’t know the fucking time because he drew the blinds on all windows. He also doesn’t remember the last time he ate or took a shower. It doesn’t seem relevant at the moment.
There’s some more knocking, and he remembers Cas just came to see him a couple of hours ago? Or was it yesterday? He realizes that he doesn’t really remember, but also he doesn’t really fucking care. What does Cas want from him again?
“What?” Dean yells out but doesn’t move from the couch.
“Dean, it’s me.”
Oh no. It’s her. It’s fucking her. The audacity of her showing up blows his fucking alcohol fueled mind.
“Go away!”
“Dean, I have to see you.”
Her voice is calm and it’s fucking smooth and warm and goddamit he’s getting weak when he doesn’t want to be.
“I don’t want to see you right now, Y/N. Go away,” He shouts out, but he couldn’t not add, “Please,” It’s because he’s weak when it comes to her and fuck this shit, really.
“Dean, please, I’m worried. I want to see if you’re okay.”
He can imagine her standing on the other side, probably with her forehead on the door, has she been crying? A part of him doesn’t hope so. The other part of him does hope she cried as much as he did.
Dean pinches the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, “I’m not okay and I don’t want to see you. Please, just go, Y/N.”
He never thought it would be this hard to say those words to her and there’s already tears stinging at the back of his eyes, which he blinks away.
Dean takes another swig from the bottle, closes his eyes and lets his breathing get even again. However his eyes widen when he hears the turning of a key.
Shit, she still has a key.
He stays still, maybe she won’t come in?
Ah yeah, she does. He hears the clicking of heels on the floor as they come closer. Until she’s standing on the side. Dean can see her in the corner of his eyes. He would see more of her if he would tilt his head. He doesn’t because he’s not ready to see her.
“What happened?”
Dean snorts.
What happened? What the fuck happened?
He stands up then and turns around to face her and the sight of her drives a fucking knife through his heart. She has been crying. Good. And she still does. Not good. Fuck. He’s getting weak and he doesn’t want to be fucking weak.
Dean swallows, “What happened? You wanna know what happened, huh?”
“Yeah!”
“Oh, I tell you what happened, Y/N,” He chuckles darkly but she’s not afraid of him, it throws him off and he tries to play it cool, “I got an email with a little video clip.”
She frowns and lifts her eyebrows.
Dean’s a little irritated because he can see it in her eyes that she has no clue what he’s talking about. How can she not know?
“It’s a sex tape, Y/N. Of you having sex with someone while you were fucking away!” He growls, it’s fucking loud because he wants to intimidate her.
She blinks, but she doesn’t back away. Not one bit. Her eyes stay focused on him.
“What?” She asks with irritation on her face.
“Oh, don’t give me that,” Dean scoffs, “You were fucking someone else and you let them film you and somehow someone sent it to me and I’m fucking thankful they did.” Dean sighs before he goes on, “Look, it’s over. Please leave.”
“Dean, I wasn’t—”
“—You weren’t what? Planning on getting caught? Yeah, you should know that if you’re fucking dumb enough to let some one night stand film you that it’ll get back to you, Y/N.”
“It wasn’t—”
“—What? You weren’t the one on there? Because I know that it’s you. I could fucking pick out your pussy from a police line up, Y/N and I’m not fucking proud of it anymore. It’s your voice and your fucking face!”
“Why don’t you let me fucking talk, Dean! Why do you keep cutting me off?” She’s yelling now too.
“Because I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses! You know how I felt, huh? You wanna know how I felt when I saw that you are fucking someone else? You know how fucking betrayed I felt? How fucking stupid that the person I trusted most did something behind my fucking back? The person I fucking loved!” He spits out, but goes silent after the last word is pushed out of his lips. It isn’t his intention to confess his fucking feelings. Not like that.
“You love me?” She asks, her voice small.
“Not anymore,” Dean mumbles and threads through his hair with both hands, “Please go. I have nothing to say to you and I’m not standing here to listen to your sorry excuses. What’s done is done. I hope you have a good life, Y/N, I really do.”
Dean avoids her eyes. There’s no way he can look at her without getting weak and he doesn’t want to get weak.
She’s crying, he can hear that. But between the sniffles, she breathes evenly. She turns on her heels and walks to the door.
Before she goes out, she turns around and Dean looks at her, doesn’t see her very well because his own eyes are clouded with tears, “You know, if you really loved me, Dean, you would have told me what’s been bothering you. You would have come to me first before jumping to conclusion. You would have fucking talked to me, but I can see that it’s not what you want. You don’t even want to hear me explain because you’ve already made up your damn stupid mind. You made it perfectly clear that you want me gone and that’s what I’m going to do because I respect your decision. But before I go,”
She takes a deep breath and exhales audibly and Dean’s heart races and he clenches his fists to hold himself back from fucking running up to her and take her into his arms.
“I know what clip you’re talking about and if you cared to look closer, you would have seen that my hair was much shorter, you would have seen that it’s not a fucking hotel room, but a normal bedroom in a run down apartment I shared with Cole. I’m sorry the existence of the tape hurts you, Dean, but you have no idea how much it hurts me too to know that my ex boyfriend forced me to do a sex tape with him and that it’s still going around. You don’t understand how much it hurts to come home and instead of seeing the man I love smiling at me, all I get are these accusations. And don’t come at me for not telling you about the tape before. I wanted to erase that part out of my past and I was hoping that it wouldn't surface. So yeah, maybe it’s my fault that I wasn’t frank with you about it and I’m sorry. But you could still talk to me instead of breaking it off. As I said, I wish you the best, Dean. Goodbye.”
Y/N closes the door behind her gently and Dean’s still gasping like a fish on land, unable to bring out a fucking word.
Chapter 29
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Destiel Chronicles
Vol. XCIV
It was a love story from the very beginning.
And you are not here... (Part. II)
(13x02/13x03)
Hello dears! We are here again, witnessing Dean's mourning for Castiel, and we are suckers for that.
I will try to convey in this meta two episodes, so let's see what happens!
The rejection
At the beginning of the episode, we had Sam and Dean talking about Jack. Dean keeps rejecting the kid because he put on him the weight of loosing Castiel.
They find a motel, and Dean plays the tv, and there's Scooby, and for a brief moment we saw him smiling. Then Dean gives Jack the Bible, and the kid opens it in the Book of Song of Solomon, which is from the Old Testament, and it talks plenty about a two lovers that try to find a way to be together. So the poems describe their passionate and beautiful love for each other, their sadness and their difficulties. Is narrated romantically poetic of that time.
This is very meaningful because the book could be symbolizing Castiel and Dean, trying to be reunited. And the kid is the one who will help to do that. Two lovers that were separated by death but also, who had lived a lot of difficulties together.
Also this quote from Asmodeus:
ASMODEUS: The pain, the, uh, the total humiliation… it forged an eternal bond between us.
Is just a little taste of a dark parallel to Destiel. Is a dark, toxic bond, forged by pain and humiliation, all the opposite of Destiel bond. And we are witnessing this quote because is in the next episode the one Jack will wake up CAS through Dean's mourning. The power of their bond forged by love. The lovers will be finally reunited again.
This scene is when Jack shows Dean is his role model... But also, let's check out the colors...
Go f credit @deansplushy
The room is blue (Castiel) and the kid is imitating Dean, Dean knows it and looks very done with it.
But the whole room is painted in Blue, as if Castiel were in Jack and Dean's mind the whole time.
Then, this foreshadow...
DONATELLO: Sam? Dean? Is God with you?
Donnie was certainly sensing the new God, but also these words...
DONATELLO: (...) So… a few days ago, I’m online, checking out condos in Boca, and I am knocked off my feet by this weird wave of power. Not exactly like God’s. More like… something new, something fresh. I was drawn to it. It’s here.
Something new, something fresh, that's a good description for a new God that just had bey born. Donnie knew it the whole way long.
After this they decided to brought Jack to tattooed the sigil... And this very symbolic dialogue happened between Jack and Dean:
JACK It hurt.
Gif set credit @demondetox
This is the description of grief. So, if Dean was trying to give himself a message and to push the kid into that idea, Jack took it well. He knows he has to endure it. Even if Jack is talking about physical pain, or emotional pain, it fits perfectly with the lesson is floating around loosing Castiel.
Another discussion about Jack happens and this time Dean explodes into hurtful words, and Jack flies away.
The scene in which Sam is talking with him is very beautiful, but also, the colors caught my attention again...
Gif credit @deansplushy
Again, the color blue behind Sam and Jack, is another reminder of Cas. We also have the green (Dean) behind Sam, and Sam is talking about him. Is a very nice played scene, because Dean is to Sam what Cas is to Jack here "a father" but the good one. And Sam trying to explain why Dean acts like this...
SAM: Dean doesn’t hate you. It… Look, sometimes the wires in Dean’s head get crossed and—and he gets frustrated, and then he mixes frustration with anger, and—and fear.
JACK: Why would he be afraid?
SAM: Because Dean feels like it’s his job to protect everyone. And right now, we need to protect you. But we may also need to protect people from you.
JACK: Maybe I’m not worth all this.
SAM: Your mom thought you were. So did Cas. So do I.
Sam is mentioning one of Dean's inner issues: THE BIG PROTECTOR, as a raised first born, and as a obedient soldier, Dean is trying to fulfill the order his father gave him the night their house were burning and Mary died. John Winchester gave Sam to Dean, and asked him to take care of him, so, the GUILT HERITAGE as I spoke so many times, is playing rudely in Dean right now. He wants to fulfill that mission, because his father asked him to. This is the toxicity in Dean's personality. In harmony with the quote that is said in this same episode: the sons that try to please their fathers.
The Anger and the Patience
When the episode starts, we are immerse into a psychic house, in the window we can see an eye, as a representation of psychic but also, the eye in the triangle represents God. And we all know Chuck is about to come in season 14.
We can distinguish too a book: 'The knowledge of ourselves" in Dede's house. Is an interesting reference to what I about to come: the whole season 14 will be a self-knowledge path Dean will take based on his experience of being faced with himself in the possesion. As I described in my metas, the experience of the possesion is similar to being in Purgatory for Dean: all his human necesites will be gone, and the purity in his heart will be exposed: What do you want?
When Dede is in front of the spectrum, she can see his true form, just like we will see through Anael's eyes, AUMichael's true form.
Let's jump onto Jack's scene watching a video Kelly left him. The mother's message is very pivotal in Jack's life.
KELLY: Hi Jack, it’s uh… I’m your mom. I guess I should tell you, um, I always wanted to be a mom. I’d play with dolls. I was that kind of girl and daydream about my baby.
Kelly is certifying here he wanted to have Jack, Jack was loved. Not rejected, but loved. Kelly says I WANTED TO BE YOUR MOM.
KELLY: Jack, don’t let anyone tell you who you’re supposed to be. Because who you’re supposed to be isn’t fate, it isn’t me, it isn’t your father. You are who you choose to be. And I know you’re going to okay. You are going to be amazing. You have an angel watching over you.
'It isn't me (not human) it isn't your father (not an angel)' is the perfect description of Jack, because he is gonna be the New God. And the last quote is a recall of Mary saying the same to Dean, when she was pregnant. And, emotionally linked to episode 15x18, in which Case says 'I got you' to Jack and then to Dean.
Dean keeps rejecting Jack, calling him a monster, is a blatant self punishment facing the huge guilt he carries in his heart after losing Castiel.
An important scene happens between Missouri and Dean. She, as a psychic, can sense Dean's mourning and depression.
MISSOURI: Oh honey, I’m sorry for your losses.
Dean looks surprised to these words, all the pain he was trying to hide, mostly in front of Jody and her, it shows.
Another self reflection in the mirror of the spectrum foreshadowing Dean staring at the mirror, possesed by Michael.
The conversation between Sam and Jack shows how Jack feels himself as a monster, also he has GUILT, we are witnessing here the GUILT HERITAGE from Dean to Jack, just like John did with him.
Also, Sam see himself in Jack, through his experience with the darkness in the past.
A parallel with Kelly's messages is reflected on Missouri goodbye words to her granddaughter Patience in the cemetery.
MISSOURI: I promise, no matter what happens, no matter where I go, I will always look out for you. You hear?
The words are different but the feelings are the same. Mostly because Sam was reading a book about how to help gifted kids, and this episode talks about two gifted kids: Jack and Patience. The two of them trying to control their powers. But Jack is encouraged to do that and Patience is not allowed to do it by his father.
A little bit interesting point we have in the spectrum WRAITH feeding by psychic's brain, is a continuity with AUMichael living inside of Dean.
When everything ends, Dean has some words with Patience that caught Jody's attention...
PATIENCE: I talked to my dad. He thinks I should put it away. Dad says we should just get back to normal. Maybe he’s right.
DEAN: He is. This life, hunting, monsters, there’s no joy in it. There’s nothing but pain, horror and death. So if you get a chance at normal, you take it.
Dean speaks directly from his broken heart, he had just lost CAS, so he lost everything. There's not meaning in keep living for him. He had seen the death that being a hunter brings. So, he had changed. Everything is sadness, grey and dark for Dean. There's no hopes, no light.
But Jody will speak again, just like Kelly did with Jack, using similar words for Patience:
JODY: Patience, wait. I may be out of line here but you don’t have to listen to him. To either of them if it’s not what you really want.
Not me, not him, Patience need to find herself, just like Jack. Just like the book prayed at the beginning of the episode.
Okay, we are going to focus now in theast scene, so so important!
When Sam sees Dean is back, they started talking about Jack again...
SAM: How was it? Uh, Jody told me about Missouri.
DEAN: Yeah, just another day at the office. How’s the kid? He go dark side yet?
Dean talks about Missouri here with apathy, emotionlessly. This is part of his depression. Then, Sam confronts him.
SAM: No, Dean. He’s messed up because of you. Dean, you said you’d kill him.
DEAN: It wasn’t exactly like that.
SAM: Then how exactly was it?
DEAN: I told him the truth. See, you think you can use this freak but I know how this ends and it ends bad.
SAM: I didn’t.
DEAN: What?
SAM: I didn’t ‘end bad’. When I was the freak, when I was drinking demon blood.
Sam sees himself in Jack in the good way, with hopes, but Dean sees himself in Jack as something that needs to be killed...
DEAN: Come on man, that’s totally different.
SAM: Was it? Because you could’ve put a bullet in me. Dad told you to put a bullet in me, but you didn’t! You saved me! So help me save him!
DEAN: You deserved to be saved, he doesn’t!
SAM: Yes he does, Dean, of course he does!
I will stop here, Dean reflecting himself in Jack is blatant here: HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE SAVED. Is the self knowledge of his inner GUILT and MONSTER. Dean sees himself as a monster that doesn't deserve to be saved.
DEAN: Look, I know you think that you can use him as some sort of an interdimensional can-opener and that’s fine, but don’t act like you care about him! Because you only care about what he can do for you! So if you want to pretend, that’s fine! But me? I can hardly look at the kid! Because when I do all I see is everybody we’ve lost!
(Gif credit @foxthefanboi )
Here, my mind went immediately at the scene from previous episode, because Jack behaves so like CAS, and Dean can see it. The pain in Dean's face is getting louder and louder, his eyes, the way he is talking, with cathartic anger will reach the high point when he starts mention the most important person he lost in his life... Castiel. All his pain and anger are because Castiel is gone.
SAM: Mom chose to take that shot at Lucifer. That is not on Jack!
But is not about mom...
DEAN: And what about Cas?
SAM: What about Cas?
Now, the pain and the anger are released in front of his brother. And Sam just confirms and faces it in silence.
DEAN: He manipulated him, he made him promises, said, ‘paradise on earth’ and Cas bought it and you know what that got him? It got him dead! Now you might be able to forget about that, but I can’t!
(gif set credit @shirtlesssammy )
Sam is silent, he takes every drop of anger and pain from his brother, the very cause of Dean's grief is revealed to him. Dean is mourning Castiel. Dean can't forget CAS is dead. Dean can't forgive Jack, himself , for that. That's why. That's the truth. That's why Sam keeps silent.
But the kid is listening...
The grief and the longing is so huge, Jack is able to reach Castiel in the Empty through it. Just like Amara reached Dean through Castiel.
(Gif set credit @shirtlesssammy)
To Conclude:
These two episode showed us how Dean reflects himself in Jack.The guilt and the pain, together with the anger is so huge in Dean's heart, he can't barely hide it.
Sam is the one keeping the flag up for hopes, but Dean had lost everything.
The profound bond is important again now, because is the way Jack reacher CAS in the Empty and wake him up.
Hope you like this meta, see you in the next one!
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Hi there 🐝💕 Firstly, thank you so much for your amazing blog.
Secondly, I was a fan of SPN many years ago and fell out of it for a while, only having gotten sucked back in after 15×18 (surprise). Back when I was into it before, there was a lot of discussion about Jensen being potentially homophobic, and now I'm noticing that there's been some..... less than awesome stuff said by Misha, too, in terms of the queerbaiting on the show and having only acted Castiel as in love with Dean this past season.
Obviously the content of the show itself proves this wrong, but it still troubles me, and I couldn't find much about it online other than a few posts by people and one con transcript. Do you have any feedback on this, and would you mind sharing it?
(Thank you so much, and no worries if you don't wanna answer, just keep being awesome!)
Hi!
I’ll do my best here, and I’ll try to track down some sources. also, idk if you sent this question to anyone else as well, but if you did, i’m interested to see what they say. if not, i am flattered to be your Trusted Source.
so, first: jensen re homophobia
I could be wrong, but I don’t remember him ever making any kind of “homophobic” comments OUTSIDE OF things regarding destiel that were construed that way by some fans (if i’m wrong, please let me know). I do remember him shutting down destiel comments, etc, and the infamous “?? no” which has since been debunked by the OP as having been taken out of context. (i can’t find the debunking post on my blog but if anyone has it please link!) with the shutting down destiel comments, he was definitely brash at times! but, I do think it’s also important to note that he and misha were explicitly told not to talk about it. and we know that jensen is (or at least especially used to be) a pretty shy guy, and I think destiel questions/comments being shoved in his face in a public setting- when addressing it could get him in trouble with his job- made him nervous and upset.
however, he took a noticeable shift re: destiel in recent years. for one, we know that he gave his blessing for the canon textual confession (again, I can’t find an og post in my absolute mess of late stage supernatural tags, but if anyone has the receipts, please drop them). I could add more of my own personal spec about how jensen shifted his acting choices in light of this information, but I’ll just move on. we know that he was excited about the confession scene. here’s a second post about that.
and re: general homophobia, here’s a post of jackles with pride flags, as well as a 2019 post from his aunt, who is gay. also, this is largely a shitpost, but I saw it in my jackles tag while looking for the above, and it feels relevant, so i’m including it. a little levity before we move on.
now, misha.
I am aware of misha saying two upsetting things in regards to “the confession wasn’t bury your gays, why are you so angry” Again, if there’s more that i’m forgetting, please let me know. The first was in this panel talk (start at 35:50) from November 22. Here is a relevant post about that moment (I also watched the whole panel live and agree with this post.) The second is this video on twitter, and the following thread, from Nov. 25. However, after several fans replied to him explaining why we were so upset, he issued this apology on Nov. 26. I wanted to give you the original link there, but I’m also including a screenshot with a thoughtful and important addition here. And here is a tweet about Misha finding out about The Castiel Project.
i’ve never heard anything about misha only acting cas as in love for the last season exclusively, so I don’t have any posts to expressly debunk it, but I do firmly believe that to be untrue, just based on things misha has let slip over the years
and for both of them, it’s worth noting that whenever they were asked direct questions about the show, they could only do their best to talk around things like queerbaiting, etc, because they obviously couldn’t actively speak out against the show or the network (like this). for example, we know that misha got a couple phone calls from producers on occasions where he toed the line a little too closely, and he commented how you unfortunately have to listen to the people who have the power to kill off your character (immediately following previous clip)
in conclusion
neither of them are homophobic. to the best of my knowledge, neither of them have ever made an outright homophobic comment. and in cases regarding destiel (again, to the best of my knowledge) they have both either changed course or apologized since making any unsavory comments.
there are also WAY more posts on all this that I didn’t include here. if you search the jensen or misha tags on my blog, or probably the blog of just about anyone i follow, you could look into it more
all that said, it’s also important to note that i am Just Some Guy. i did my best to compile this information in a relevant and meaningful way, but i have oversaturated-sponge-adhd-brain that has been actively following this fandom for a decade, and i’m sure some things got lost in there. so to anyone reading this, if i forgot anything critical, please don’t yell at me, i am but a simple internet jester, just like you.
and while we’re here, I’ll say that- while I do think it’s important to keep a critical eye trained everywhere- if we were going to criticize any spn cast members for unsavory comments, these two are certainly not where i would start
tl;dr, ultimately myself and jensen and misha are all Just Some Guy, and none of us know them, but as far as I can figure, they are both genuinely kind and thoughtful people who care about and respect the lgbt community, including their respective characters’ involvement in it and the real world consequences that has
#hi i hope this makes sense i've spent four hours compiling it and i can't look at it anymore xx#anyway i hope this answers your question(s) but if it doesn't please feel free to dm me!!#asks#long post#rachelillustrates
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A New Song
Dean x Cas + Sam x Harry Styles
Word Count: 1365
Warnings: Schmoop!!!!
A/N: Rockstar AU, Part 3: the Destiel coda! This is absurdly self-indulgent and fluffy. I hope it makes you smile cause it definitely made me smile.
Credit goes to @fookinghelljensensthighs for all the Harry videos she’s made me watch and also the line about wanting to shake him sometimes!
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Dean frowns down at his notebook, scratching out a couple words and humming the line to himself again. Rhyming “wait” with “too late” seems about as elegant as a fuckin’ anvil. He can do better.
It’s hard to say these lyrics out loud, even here in the privacy of his own living room. He can’t imagine working up the courage to sing them in front of other people.
One other person in particular.
He picks up his acoustic and strums the chorus again before rewriting “too late.” He fronts a rock band, for fuck’s sake, he’s not going out for the Pulitzer in poetry. If Sammy ever gets his lazy ass out of bed, maybe he can help. He’s basically a walking Thesaurus.
Dean takes a deep breath before singing it quietly: “It’s always been you, but I couldn’t ask you to wait, so the moment wasn’t right, and I think I’m too late.”
He sighs and puts down the guitar again, picking up the pen and twirling it between his fingers.
“S’nice,” he hears.
“Fuck,” Dean exclaims, and jumps about a foot.
When he turns around, it’s Harry, of course, leaning against the doorframe with a half-eaten banana in his hand, smirking.
He asks innocently, “Sorry, did I startle you?”
Dean picks up his coffee mug with one hand and shoots him the bird with the other. “Eat a dick, X Factor.”
Harry raises his eyebrows and then eats the rest of the banana in one obscenely large bite, which… yeah, okay, Dean deserved that.
Harry sits in the armchair opposite Dean, chewing slowly, with a pensive look on his face.
“Has Cas heard it?” he asks eventually.
Dean almost spits out his sip of coffee, but recovers quickly. “No. It’s not done yet, I’ll play it for the rest of the band when there’s actually something to hear. Probably won’t finish it, anyway. Been working on it for a long time, still don’t know how it should go.”
“Does Cas… know?” Harry asks, lazy and blank-faced. It’s the demeanor he adopts when there’s a camera aimed in his direction and the interviewer has asked a particularly pointless question.
Dean scowls. Harry just waits, impassive.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Dean mutters, a few seconds too late to be plausible.
“Well,” Harry says, and there’s an interminable pause before he continues at a glacial pace: “It’s... about Cas, isn’t it? The song.”
“No,” Dean snaps reflexively.
Harry blinks at him a couple times.
“Don’t give me the fuckin’ cow eyes, Timberlake,” Dean grumbles. “Save it for Tiger Beat.”
Harry gives him a sympathetic smile, one of the ones that’s practically impossible to mistrust. He’s so goddamn likeable sometimes. Dean really wants to hate him for it.
Dean opens his mouth and shuts it again, then takes a drink of coffee. He clears his throat uncomfortably.
“Can’t you take a fuckin’ hint?” he says, but there’s no bite in his voice.
“How long, then, mate?” Harry asks, half-laughing.
Dean sighs and hides his face in his hands. “As long as I’ve known him.”
“And… does he know?”
“It’s complicated,” Dean mumbles.
“Shocking,” Harry says lightly.
“We almost got together, a few years ago,” Dean admits, frowning down at his own hands and picking at a hangnail.
“What happened?”
Dean shrugs, trying to hide the bitter edge in his voice. “I was a fuckin’ mess. Drinking too much. Scared shitless, too. So I pushed him away before it could get real. Before I could fuck it up.”
“And?”
“He almost quit the band,” Dean says hoarsely. “But he stayed. I think he was waiting, for a while.” He hasn’t said it out loud before, not in so many words. He can’t meet Harry’s eyes.
“For what?”
“For me to get my shit together, I guess. And… the right moment, maybe.”
Dean thinks back to the times they not-quite-talked about it, the way he’d mumbled about it in vague terms, cushioned safely in generalities: “Maybe when I’m better, but I can’t have a healthy relationship right now,” before he sobered up. Then, “Maybe when the band is a little more established, when things aren’t so fragile… when things aren’t so crazy, when we’re not touring so much… maybe then I’ll settle down.”
Harry’s expression is completely neutral, non-judgemental. “And you’re afraid to come out,” he says. It’s not a question.
“Charlie’s always been out, it’s not like -”
Harry cuts him off quietly: “That’s not it.”
Dean knuckles at his eyes and huffs out a breath. He really didn’t want to talk about the big fuckin’ rainbow elephant in the room.
Harry’s been dodging questions about his sexuality for so long he acts like it’s a sport. He and Sam could win Olympic gold in doubles’ Evading Labels. Still, the media is going to catch on one of these days.
“It’d be different if it was all of us,” Dean says reluctantly. “I don’t want to spend every fuckin’ interview talking about where we each fall on the fuckin’ Kinsey scale, alright?”
“So don’t,” Harry drawls, with a careless shrug. “If the music is good, it shouldn’t matter.”
“Easy for you to say,” Dean says sharply. “Have you ever made a record that didn’t go platinum?”
Harry’s expression goes cold and unreadable for a moment. Then his gaze falls, and he’s silent for a moment, picking at a chip in his bright green nail polish. He looks exhausted, suddenly, and Dean’s reminded of how much of his life this kid has spent carrying the burden of other peoples’ expectations.
“It’s not,” Harry says, voice barely more than a whisper. “Never has been. Easy, I mean.”
“Shit,” Dean mutters, by way of an apology.
Harry shrugs. “Not the point, though. Nothing’s easy. No such thing as the right moment for falling in love.”
Dean takes a sip of his coffee, trying to think of something flippant to say. It’s too fuckin’ early for this kind of honesty.
All he can manage is, “You guys seem happy, though.”
When Harry smiles, really smiles, it’s like kittens and sunshine and goddamn ice cream sundaes radiate out of his face, the annoying little fucker, and Dean can’t help but smile back.
“When you… find the right person?” There’s a dreamy pause. “Worth it. Even the scary bits. And... ”
“Sometimes I want to just grab you by the shoulders and shake you, to see if that makes the words happen faster,” Dean says bitchily, but he’s still smiling.
“It doesn’t,” Sam interjects from the doorway, mid-yawn.
Harry stands up, wrapping himself around Sam and headbutting him affectionately in the chest. Dean would swear he’s part cat; Sam, who’s used to it, just pets him idly and yawns again.
“And? Are you going to finish that sentence sometime this year?” Dean asks.
“Mm, yeah. I was saying…” His voice is muffled in Sam’s shirt. “You think you don’t deserve it. Happiness. This kind of happiness.” He looks up at Sam and beams. “But you do. Everybody does.”
“Wait, what’d I miss?” Sam asks sleepily.
“Dean’s going to tell Cas how he feels,” Harry informs him. “And I’m going to make more coffee.” Without waiting for a response, he untangles himself and heads for the kitchen.
“I mean, I don’t - it’s not like - well, maybe,” Dean mumbles, his stomach swooping and swerving sickeningly like he’s on a roller-coaster. “Just… you think?”
“He’s right, you know. You think you don’t deserve it, but… ” Sam pinches the spot between his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “Think maybe it runs in the family. I didn’t think I did, either. Still can’t believe it.”
It’s true; Sam still walks around with this perplexed, surprised smile, sometimes, like he’s waiting to wake up, even though it’s been almost a year.
“What if I fuck up?” Dean asks. His voice cracks embarrassingly.
Sam gives him a tired smile. “You’ve fucked up before. Cas loves you anyway. Always has.”
Dean feels like somebody just whacked him over the head with a two-by-four. He stands up on shaky legs and grabs his guitar.
“Now?” Sam asks, eyebrows raised. “Where are you…”
“You’re right,” Dean says determinedly. “Been waiting long enough. I’ve got a song to finish.”
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After the craziness of their Halloween hunt, it’s good to be back in Kansas. Dean isn’t totally whole, probably won’t be for a while--Sam knows what it’s like to be possessed better than just about anyone else alive, he knows what the aftereffects are. Still, the hunt--getting out of his room, getting away from it all--Sam knows that it helped, too, and Dean’s happier on that drive home than he’s been in weeks, and even the crowd of cars parked up in front of the bunker don’t dim his grin, still wheedling Sam to try to get him to agree to a couple costume, for some future Halloween Dean’s thinking they might both see.
“Daphne and Velma,” Dean offers, parking the Impala in her pride of place down in the garage, and Sam squints at him, trying not to laugh, says, “Which one of us is Velma?” and Dean says, reproachfully, “Sam, please take this seriously,” and Sam looks around the empty garage, and pulls Dean in by that stupid plaid jacket, and kisses him soft, right there, because they’re--home. They’re finally home.
Dean blinks at him, when he pulls back. Surprised, uncertainly pleased. They haven’t really messed around, since he got Dean back from Michael. There was that first night, desperate and pressing together, and they had to be near-silent and it was more of an insane desperate renewing of something they’d both always promised each other than something that actually felt good. Otherwise--Dean too hurt, and trying to pretend he wasn’t, and the bunker too full, and things not right. Things still aren’t right but Sam thinks they can both live with them. “Think I’ll take a shower,” Sam says, pulling back to his side of the bench seat. “Then--my room?”
Dean breathes, presses Sam’s hand low on the bench where no one would be able to see, even if there were someone in the garage with them. “Sounds good to me, Sammy,” he says, and Sam squeezes his thumb, and gets out and heads into the bunker, smiling at the few refugees he sees, thinking--this is it. They really are home, at last.
Not all that many people around, really. Mom’s gone, like she usually is anymore, and Sam’s long-since reconciled himself to it. Cas in the wind, too, and what’s left is a half-dozen of the people Sam’s been training who aren’t on hunts, and he and Dean got back late enough that most of them are in bed, anyway, in the bunked-out rooms they reserved for themselves. Just Roland left up, manning the phones and watching Friends reruns on Netflix, and Sam waves at him but doesn’t stop, because--because Dean’s going to be waiting for him, and that knowledge is a heavy beating thrum in Sam’s blood.
Shower room’s empty, thank god. Sam strips out of the nerd gear, drops it all on the bench below the towel rack. Under the showerhead, that instant blast of heat and pressure carving the lingering worry of the hunt out of his shoulders, and he stands there for a second, soaking. Imagining. Dean, in his room, in the gold light. Dean’s skin under his hands. Everything else falling away. He drags his hands through his hair, decides to wash it another day because he can’t wait another ten minutes, and when he turns around under the stream of water there’s--Jack, standing there in his pajamas and bare feet, watching him.
Sam starts, moves a little out of the water. “Jack, hey,” he says, smiling--a little awkward, he bets, but Jack probably can’t tell. The showers are old-school open pans, not exactly private, but most people know not to just come in and watch when someone else is using them. Then again, Jack’s not most people. “You all right? Thought you were asleep.”
“I’m okay,” Jack says, and smiles. A little wan, maybe, a little pale, but he’s been different since Lucifer stole his grace. Sam’s still rinsing off suds, and Jack tracks his eyes down Sam’s body--deliberate, really looking, and Sam goes still. Jack nods, like he’s made a decision, and looks Sam in the eye. “Sam, I’d like it if we could have sex.”
Sam drops his washcloth with a splat. “What?”
Jack smiles, soft. “I thought that might seem weird,” he says, easy, but he also--strips off his t-shirt, and his pajama pants, and then he’s--jesus, naked, all of him right there, and he steps up into the shower pan and walks closer, makes Sam back up against the wall out of pure shock. “I know that isn’t the way our relationship has been going, but I think it’s something I need.”
“Jack,” Sam starts, and can only--laugh, kind of, like it’s some weird demented joke. “Buddy, this isn’t--I don’t understand. What’s going on?”
A tiny beat. Jack licks his lips. He’s not in the stream of still-running water and his body’s all smooth, pale. Perfect. Sam glances down, can’t help it, and Jack’s dick isn’t hard--just another perfect piece of him, soft and pink and curved gently over his balls, in a sparse nest of fine hair barely darker than the golden hair on his head. Cherub, Sam thinks, not for the first time, and then Jack puts his hand square in the center of Sam’s chest, over his sternum. Sam hitches in air, completely thrown. “I’ve just been thinking,” Jack says, softer. “All of the--stuff. Humans get to learn all of this when they’re growing up, but I’m already grown up and no one would ever--no one would get that. Nobody understands.”
“That’s--” Sam starts, and grabs Jack’s wrist. Soft, slipping under his wet hand. “You have to get to know people, Jack. Girls, or--or boys, I guess. Your own age, you know? This stuff doesn’t just happen automatically.”
“No one else is sixteen months old with a fully functional body and brain,” Jack says, reproachful, and Sam doesn’t have a lot to say to that, but then Jack’s mouth twists, somehow--sad. “I just want--I want to know what it’s like. At least once.”
Sam frowns--what does that mean?--but Jack shakes his head, and moves in closer, and puts both hands on Sam’s chest. “Sam,” he says, soft, and Sam should--should push him away, should demand answers, should ask why Jack doesn’t think he has other chances--only the door opens, and Dean says, “Sammy, what’s taking so long,” and Sam looks up over Jack’s head to find Dean there in the bathroom doorway, mouth half-open, staring at them.
“Dean,” Jack says, sounding glad. “You’re here.”
“Yeah, I am,” Dean says, slowly, and looks Sam in the eyes. He shakes his head, not knowing what to say. Dean’s in his undershirt, flannel pants, and he takes a step closer. “What’s up, kiddo?”
“I want to know what sex is like,” Jack says, again, firm, and Dean’s face does a thing that’d make Sam laugh any other time. “I asked Sam, but I want to know from you, too.”
“Kid,” Dean starts, but Jack shakes his head, looks back and forth between them, says, impossibly, “I know that you both have sex. With each other, I mean. It shouldn’t be a big deal for you to show me.”
“How did you know that?” Sam says, past the weird ringing in his ears. God, the shower’s still running. He shuts it off, and Dean’s just staring at Jack, his mouth set and his eyes narrow.
“My senses were better when I had my grace,” Jack says, shrugging, and looks up at Sam. “Castiel said I shouldn’t mention it, but it seems like--you know what you’re doing.” He looks at Dean, while Sam’s trying to dig himself out of the pit of what both of those statements mean. “I just...” he says, and he’s--so lost little kid, for a second. Immensely young, and sad, and Dean’s face changes again, settles.
“Why us?” Dean says, guarded.
Jack shrugs, again. He doesn’t even look turned on--just miserable, and there’s a wry curve to his mouth. “Who else could I trust?” he says, and Sam puts a hand on his bare shoulder. Something’s going on--something they should dig into.
Dean tips his head back a little, looks at Jack with full attention. His lips part, after a second, like he’s seeing something Sam doesn’t, and there’s a wash of compassion across his face. He looks up at Sam, and Sam thinks, something unlocking under his chest--this isn’t a good idea. They’re going to do it anyway.
*
The door to Sam’s room locks behind them. Silent, but Jack’s not nervous because he doesn’t know what to expect. Other than-- “I watched a pornographic video,” he says, and Dean closes his eyes and mutters jesus christ. “But it had a woman and a man, and I guess we can’t do those same things.”
“Some of ‘em,” Dean says, easy, and Sam leans his back against the door, holding his towel around his waist with what remains of his strength. Dean pulls Jack into the middle of the room, looks at him steady. “Jack. What are you--what do want to get out of this?”
Good question--better question than a lot of the ones Sam has. Jack frowns, seems like he really thinks about it. “I want to know--I mean, I’ve--with my hand,” he says, unexpectedly shy. Sam drags in a deep breath, imagining it. “But I don’t know what it’s like with someone else. In books they say it’s better with someone who loves you. You and Sam have that.”
Sam catches Dean’s eye. “Yeah,” Dean says, gruff, and then turns his full attention onto Jack, and smiles. Small, but full of promise. “You say the second you want anything to stop, all right?” he says, and his voice is--Sam’s gut revs, because he knows that voice. Dean, when he’s not laying it on thick as a charmer but when he knows someone wants him, and Jack blinks and nods, eager, and Dean lifts both hands and strokes his thumbs along Jack’s smooth jaw, gentle and easy, and then ducks and inch and kisses him, smooth and confident and simple, and Sam feels like the bottom drops out of his stomach.
Dean knows how to kiss. Sam knows that better than just about anyone, too. Jack makes a startled noise, clutches alternately at Dean’s shirt, his arms, and when Dean pulls back to let him breathe Jack’s chest is already heaving, his face all surprise. “Good?” Dean says, and Jack nods, more jerky than before, and Dean smiles at him, cupping his face. “Good,” Dean says, and catches Sam’s eye, and Sam walks over while Dean kisses Jack again, smooth, and again, soft and constant pressure, and Sam thinks with a burst of total insanity--this is like when Dean taught him to kiss, what feels like a million years ago--and he walks up behind Jack and holds his waist, watches up close. Soft, but insistent, and Jack’s hand creeps up to Dean’s neck like instinct’s driving it, his mouth following Dean’s lead like he’s learned everything they taught him, quick and eager. Dean makes a small, approving sound, and runs his knuckles over Jack’s cheek, and on the next press in he opens Jack’s mouth with his own and Sam sees the wet glance of Dean’s tongue and Jack moans, startled, and Sam dips and presses a kiss to his neck, says, “God, that’s good, Jack--you’re doing so good.”
Dean pulls back, mutters jesus again--grabs the back of Sam’s head and pulls him down and kisses him, too, over Jack’s shoulder, and Sam’s pulled close enough that his dick presses into Jack’s ass, and he breathes hot into Dean’s mouth and rubs his thumb in that soft sweet spot just below his ear, and god, this is--weird, weird, so goddamn weird but it doesn’t feel wrong, and Sam’s done a lot in his life that felt wrong and he knows the difference.
“Wow,” Jack says, small, and Dean laughs, pulls back from Sam and cups Jack’s cheek.
“Wow is right,” Dean says, warm with promise, and Sam knows then--whatever Jack wants, they’ll give him. They taught him everything else. It doesn’t have to be anything more than what it is. Anyway--it’s not like it’s something that’d come between Dean and Sam. Nothing ever will again.
Dean looks at Sam, expression as soft as though he heard the thought. “You ready for more?” he says, and Jack nods, so eager it makes Sam grin. Yeah, he’s ready. It’s going to be a good night.
#fffb#butsamsd#wincest#sam/dean/jack#my writing#full disclosure this doesn't get as sticky as i wanted :/#but i already spent more than the allotted time on it#i'll come back to it some other time i hope#but this is it for now
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Mother dragon (12); Winchesters brothers x reader
*Author’s note*
Okay guys to make up the chapter of the BoRhap boys barely making an apperance besides Ben’s character, here is a makeup chapter and this time it’s longer chapter than the last one was so I hope that you guys enjoy it.
Warnings: Torture, drugs, blood, violence, death, the usual SPN warnings.
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*3rd Person POV*
Warren landed about a mile and a half away downwind of Percy’s mansion. He lowered his head and the brothers and Cas slide off of him.
“Thank you Warren.” Said Castiel.
‘His mansion is just a walk that way. But be warned, his acid spitters patrol the entire territory of his mansion. But if you do run into his dragons make sure to cover your scent.’
“Thanks for the warning. What will you do?”
‘Something I promised I wouldn’t do but have to. Otherwise I know he’ll kill me.’ It was then Warren took off flying back towards the den.
“And so what he’s just gonna leave us here?” Dean asked in a snappy tone.
“He’s gonna get help Dean. Dragons can easily detect other dragons based off of smell, had he stayed it would’ve been like a beacon in the dark. It’s best he left when he did.”
“Okay so we just walk from here on out?”
“For the next mile yeah. But we need to watch out. Percy’s dragons patrol this part of the territory. We need to move quickly, quietly and hopefully undetected.” The brother’s nodded and they proceeded to walk the mile and a half to the mansion.
*My POV*
When I woke up, the first thing I felt was just this splitting headache and my vision was incredibly blurry. No matter how many times I blinked or tried to shake my head of it, my vision kept going in and out.
“Seems our little hunter is awake.” Damn it Percy. Now I remember what happened, son of a bitch drugged me with something in that damn needle of his. “Now what do you say we start over my dear? Like tell me your real name? And what exactly you were doing at the dragon’s nest?”
“I—don’t know about no dragon nest.” I groaned as I kept hearing this high pitched ringing in my ear.
“Oh don’t lie to me girl!” he hissed. Then I saw a tv click on and for a split second I saw me holding my dagger and the video paused on my face. “Along with injecting their own venom so that I can control them, my dragons’ come with a video surveillance collar. No one has been able to kill those acid spitters, not even other dragons. So what makes you so special to kill probably the most dangerous of dragon species?”
I just looked up at him and told him.
“A good set of balls.” It was then I felt a hard slap across my face before feeling another needle injection in my neck. I groaned and hissed as my vision got more blurry.
“I’m surprised you managed to wake up from just a slight dose of acid spitter venom, let’s see what a full dose does to you?” At this point I began seeing hallucinations and flashbacks of my parent’s dying and the vampires that killed them surrounding me as they taunted me.
“It’s all your fault.”
“You’re the reason your parents died.”
“You should’ve protected them.”
“You’re weak.”
“Not only will we kill your friends but also that precious son of yours.”
“No….no you….shut up. Shut up shut up shut up! SHUT UP!!!”
*3rd Person POV*
Sam, Dean and Castiel were just about to reach the mansion when Cas saw the familiar shape of an acid spitter climbing down one of the trees.
“Get down.” He quietly hissed. The three of them soon hid behind underneath some large uprooted roots of one of the trees and they saw as the acid spitter came down on the ground.
It softly growled as it turned its head from side to side almost as if it sensed them somehow. Then it reared it’s head back and let out that god awful raptor-like cry which made the three hunter cringe as it then roared out. Soon enough another acid spitter came flying in and the two of them chirped and growled at each other, communicating to each other.
“Now how the hell are we supposed to get by them?” asked Dean. It was then Sam saw a good patch of dirt.
Taking out the holy water from his pocket he dumped the whole container into the mud and swished his hands around it till the soil got wet and muddy.
“Here, cover yourselves up with mud.” Sam whispered as he dipped his hand into the mud and began to smear it over his face.
“Sammy this is no time to play boy scout.”
“No Dean he’s right. Warren said if we want to get past those dragons’, we need to have our scent covered.”
“And (y/n) always said that covering yourself in mud blocks your sweat and scent. That’s how she’s survived everything she had to go through.”
“Okay, okay fine. Fine.” Dean then took out his holy water flask and dumped it near a patch of dirt closest to him. Once it was muddy, both he and Cas covered their faces, necks, arms, and hands in mud trying to block off their scent.
They even patted around their clothes and then once they were done, Cas peeked over to see the dragons still there. One quickly turned towards them but Cas ducked back before it could spot him.
“Alright, keep low and follow me.” Cas then crawled towards the nearby shrub trail and soon the three of them crawled slowly and quietly past the dragons, who at that point were walking on the other side of the shrubs sensing that something was close.
Hearing the haunting hisses and the low purrs, it sent shivers even up Castiel’s spine. Sure he had dealt with a dragon or two whenever he was forced to come down to Earth during the Medieval ages, but never has he dealt with dragons like these. He didn’t even think he’d even have the power to kill dragons like these.
As soon as one of the yowled out, the boys stopped and kept low among the shrub, fearing that if they moved another inch, it would hear them. On the other side of the shrubs, the dragon in front walked before tapping one of it’s front leg onto the ground, almost as if sensing something was close but it couldn’t picture out where.
It looked over the shrub but didn’t see anything as it continued to growl and snarl before it was called out by its partner. Once they knew it was safe, Cas led the brothers onward again, while at the same time on the other side, the two acid spitters walked the opposite way.
Once they reached the end of the shrubs, Cas peeked out and he was surprised to see the dragons were now gone. He didn’t even hear their wings flap away much like he could hear Deacon’s or the rest of his nests.
“They still out there?” asked Sam. Cas shook his head but his face held nothing but confusion.
“I don’t know either these dragons are very smart or very dumb.” Said Dean.
“We’ll have to be cautious. I think we’re about a half mile from the mansion now. Come on.” Soon they took off running as swiftly and quietly as they could until they finally reached the over hill passage and they looked down to see the mansion dead ahead.
“So—this is Percy’s mansion?” asked Dean.
“Looks like it, I’m surprised there’s not a heavy artillery of guards around. I mean yeah he’s got some dragons but surely he doesn’t just rely on them. Especially when he hunts and kills dragons.” Said Sam.
“Dragons, humans I don’t care what this son of a bitch has got. All I know is that he’s got (y/n) and we need to get her out of there. Who knows what she’s going through in there.”
“We’ll get her out Dean. By any means necessary.” Said Cas.
*My POV*
God I was—I don’t know whether to count myself as high or delusional but all I did know was that I was out of it. From the vampires that killed my family, seeing the ghosts of my parents telling me their disappointment, as well as seeing the spirits of everyone that had died because of me from my time with the Winchester.
But if I had to say the worst thing that I was seeing from my hallucinations was it felt like I was now in a tight glass coffin and standing over me was my son Deacon in his dragon form. However there was no kind, sweet eyes.
I was looking into the eyes of a real dragon as he sniffed around the glass coffin and stared down at me with sharp, soulless golden eyes.
His head hovered right over my coffin and almost like the scene with the T-Rex from the first Jurassic Park film, he broke the top part of the glass coffin and roared down at me trying to actually eat and devour me whole.
I screamed bloody murder as he tried repeatedly over and over to try and get to me. When that didn’t work, he resorted to tipping the table I was strapped to over. I felt the hard jostle and I shrieked and squirmed trying to free myself but it was futile. Then the second time I was immediately flipped over and landed flat on my face. I whimpered and sobbed hysterically as I begged for Deacy to snap out of it and see that it was me, his mummy.
But all he did was try to come at me again. His canines bared out as he growled and hissed.
*3rd Person POV*
While sitting on the other side of the window, Percy observed (y/n) tossing and turning as well as screaming in absolute terror.
“Her heartrate and brain activity is off the charts. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen before from being injected with the acid spitter’s venom. At this point I’m not even sure if she’ll die or not.” Said Doctor Zemo.
“There’s something off about her. Not to mention she keeps mentioning the Alpha’s name. Keep observing her, I’ll be back.” Percy said as he walked away. Doctor Zemo kept a watchful eye over her, recording her data onto his record books for further research.
Meanwhile Sam, Dean and Castiel finally managed to make it past the acid spitters and a line of Percy’s dragon hunters and trappers all lined along the corridor.
“We’re not gonna ask again bud. Now tell us where our sister is?” sneered Dean. He had one of the male dragon trappers pinned against the wall after Cas had broken both of his arms so that he was now unable to reach for a gun or even radio for help.
“Go…..to….hell!” the blonde trapper hissed.
“Been there pal, dozens of times and frankly they ain’t got nothing on us right now. So tell us where she is or we’ll have our angel friend fry your brain to a puddle.” Sam snapped. Castiel stepped forward and placed his hand on the trapper’s head and as his eyes glowed blue ready to evaporate the trapper’s brain and burn his eyes out, the trapper succumbed and said.
“THE LAB! THE LAB! PERCY TOOK HER DOWN TO THE LOWER LAB LEVELS FOR TESTING! He wanted to find out just how she was able to kill one of his dragons and why she wore that suit of dragon skin.”
“Thank you. For your cooperation.” Dean smirked smugly as he patted the trapper’s cheek. Then at the flick of a switch, Dean stabbed the hunter in the chest. As his body collapsed Dean shook his head and he muttered. “Like I’ve always told you. Give me a monster to deal with anytime. People—hell no. They’re experimenting her like some kind of lab rat.”
“Well at least we know where she’s at. Now let’s go before Percy sends in more of his lackies to stop us.” Soon the three hunters ran down towards the lower levels of the mansion until they reached an elevator.
“Huh? Is there anything this guy doesn’t have?” asked Dean as they all got into the elevator and Sam pressed the button for the basement levels. They waited and waited until finally the elevator dinged and they soon ended up staring down an endless metal corridor.
“So do we—just run ahead or…..” started Sam.
“I think I might know where she is.” Said Cas as he once again took the lead and the brothers followed him.
Doctor Zemo who was currently in (y/n)’s room jotted down some final notes before packing up his things. As soon as he left the room, he looked to his right and saw the Winchester’s and Castiel standing there.
Frightened, he quickly took off running and Dean cried out.
“Hey stop!” But before Dean could run ahead to grab the doctor, Cas stopped him and he said.
“She’s in there.” Sam was the first to head in and there he was horrified to see (y/n) strapped onto a metal table. Her eyes were bloodshot and red ringed.
“Men of letters……Winchesters and angel of the lord Castiel…..”
“(Y/n), (y/n)? Oh my god what has he done to you? Cas!” Cas came over and he didn’t like the looks of this.
“She’s been drugged.”
“With what? LSD? Morphine? Seleucidan?” asked Dean.
“Acid spitter venom. See the rash markings on her neck?” Cas gently turned her head aside and there the boys saw a palm-sized black rash marking on her neck.
“Is she gonna die?”
“That’s the thing. She should’ve died after just one injection. At this point she must’ve been drugged 3-4 times.”
“Can you save her?” asked Sam desperately.
“I can try, but this is something even out of an angel’s league.” Cas then touched both of (y/n)’s temples and began to heal her. Both her temples glowed as well as Cas’ hands. The brothers watched nervously and anxiously as the angel healed their sister. It must’ve been—who knows how long before finally (y/n)’s soulless eyes started to gain some life back.
*My POV*
I saw nothing but darkness after my hallucinations. No idea what I must’ve said, probably babbled about some things or maybe confessed everything who knows.
But I then saw a bright light. Am I—Am I finally dead? Am I going to heaven? But why? I thought I was damned for hell just for being a hunter?
When my vision finally came back into focus, I saw the three familiar figures of Sam, Dean and Cas.
“Sam? Dean? Cas?” I croaked out. My voice was scratchy as hell from lack of water and from my constant screaming earlier.
“Hang in there (n/n) we’re gonna get you out of here. Sammy help me get these damn straps off of her.” I then felt the tug and pull of the triple leather straps Percy had on my wrists and ankles. I looked up to Cas and he stroked down my head.
“Warren?” I croaked out.
“He came and told us. And he brought us here to get you out of here. He’s safe.” I closed my eyes and once I felt my limbs were finally free.
“C’mon kid stand up. Can you walk at all?” asked Dean as both he and Cas helped me sit up.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, let’s test it. One, two three, up.” Both Dean and Cas picked me up and set my feet onto the floor but almost immediately I felt myself leaning forward.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa easy, easy, easy. Okay she can’t walk. Not without us. Here get her on my back.” Sam knelt down and Dean placed her on his little brother’s back. Sam held (y/n) under her knees and hand her arms wrapped around his neck. “Alright let’s get the hell out of here.”
“I can teleport us back to the den once we get out to the woods.” Said Cas.
“Alright come let’s go.” Said Dean as he was the first to race out of the torture room, then Cas and finally Sam and I.
Just as we made it outside and before we could even reach the woods, we were stopped by one of Percy’s acid spitters. Soon two more came from the corners and surrounded us before finally a fourth one came right behind us, trapping us in a deadly circle.
It was then a spotlight suddenly shined on all four of us and a voice came out through some speakers.
“The Winchester brothers, and the angel Castiel. I must say I have heard a lot about you three.” Percy soon came up along the balcony of his room as he stared us down. I also saw how all of his trappers and hunters also surrounded us with their military weapons ready to fire at us.
“I take it you’re Percy.” Dean proclaimed.
“Seems my name’s famous even across the seas.”
“More like infamous.” Sam stated.
“Oh now Sam darling, no need to be so crude.”
“You kidnapped our sister. I got no reason why I shouldn’t Captain hook!” Dean exclaimed.
“Well I could give you four a warning, let you go but then again Americans usually are resilient little things. And resilience, means trouble.” He held his normal hand up and a snap rang out loud and clear.
The dragons surrounded us, hissing and baring their fangs. Sam set me down and stood in front of me, while Dean and Cas got on either side of me, forming a protective wall around me. The dragon in front of us huffed and slowly crawled closer and closer before getting ready to fire at us.
Just before it could spit out it’s acid, suddenly a dragon tackled it onto its side and went for a bite straight into the head. The dragon squirmed underneath the larger dragon but it wasn’t until I saw the familiar horns and pattern-like skin that I knew who exactly was attacking the acid spitter.
It was Stephen. He tore the spitter’s head off before tossing it aside and he turned towards us, his pupils recited to a sharp point.
‘Go! Run!’ I heard his voice in my head and I’m sure the guys also heard it too. Suddenly he was tackled by two of the acid spitters. The three of them rolled along the ground till finally Stephen revealed his four wings and began flying in the air sending the other two after them.
But it was then suddenly shooting out from the trees like a snake striking its prey, Apophis in his dragon form grabbed one of the spitters and quickly wrapped it up so tightly that it couldn’t even move. Squeezing the life out of it till it drew it’s last breath.
As the next spitter got onto Apophis’ back and just before it could send it’s stinger into his skin, suddenly a fire ball shot out right onto the spitter’s side sending it off of Apophis’ back. I then heard the sound of two different wing flaps and soon coming down were Warren and Deacon.
Deacon shot a fire ring around the four of us protecting us from any oncoming threat as Warren went in and landed in front of us and firing right at Percy’s warehouse burning it down to the ground. Forcing the hunters and trappers to scatter everywhere. They tried to grab any weapon they could get their hands on, but with his whip-like tail Deacon tossed them either far into the woods or right into the burning warehouse.
The two remaining acid spitters leapt for Deacon but Warren managed to grab them both with his mouth. Getting a good grip onto them adjusting them into his mouth before finally delivering that last powerful bite to make them gurgle until finally lying limp.
Warren then discarded them towards the warehouse, and due to the force he threw them at, it created two large holes which only allowed the fire to explode out like a firework booming in the sky.
My son looked to his Beta in gratitude before Warren turned towards Percy. I could sense that Warren was wanting more bloodshed, especially from the hunter that had been hunting them for years. But Deacy stopped him and growled and huffed at him.
I watched as my son phased from his dragon form into his human state but kept his wings out as he flew towards Percy. Warren, Apophis and Stephen followed suit and soon the four of them all flew over Percy’s head.
*3rd Person POV*
Percy now was forced to look at the Big Four of the dragon’s nest he had been hunting down. He had encountered all four of these dragons in the past, but this was a first when all four of them were together like this. Truly seething with rage and a protective aurora.
The burning flames from his warehouse just enhanced the fire in their eyes, especially the Alpha’s whom he refused to break eye contact with.
“My Big Four. I am—honored that you four would come to see me so willingly.” None of them responded, only kept their glares set on the dragon trapper.
“One warning; If you ever come near the Winchester brothers, the angel or the woman again. There will be more to come that not even you can stop.” Stephen sneered lowly.
“I—am surprised my dragons. You do realize the Winchester brothers have killed a dragon before with the one thing that can kill your kind. The angel has killed thousands in his lifetime probably, and that girl—she’s probably just like me with her dragon suit of armor. Why would you care so much for dragon killers like them?”
“Because that girl is my mother!” Deacon snarled. It was then Percy began to realize something. He may be a hunter and come from a dragon hunting lineage, but he wasn’t stupid to the dragon laws.
And he knew the consequences of harming or even hunting the mother of the Alpha from the story of his great-great-great grandfather who made that fatal error.
“Mother.” He whispered as he turned towards the ring of fire to look right at (Y/n). “Forgive me Mighty Deacon.” He fell to his knees extending his arms out almost as if offering himself to the Alpha. “I—I had no knowledge of her being your mother. Had I known I would’ve never done what I did. Have mercy I beg of you.”
Deacon just stared him down before flying down towards him but keeping a distance from him. His tail came out and it quickly wrapped itself around Percy’s neck choking him.
He gasped for air and tried to escape the Alpha’s tail but Deacon just continued to glare soullessly down at the hunter who had killed many of his people.
“Stay. Away from my mother. Don’t track her down, or her family. And never let me hear you trying to find her again.” Percy nodded and groaned out.
“Yes Alpha, I swear it…..I’ll never touch her again.” With a thrust of his tail, Deacon tossed him down towards his room and that’s when Apophis said.
“Call off your army, any dragons you got left, and let us pass.”
“Less you want to see your precious mansion burn too.” Threatened Warren as he allowed his hand to burn up. It was then Percy spoke into the microphone.
“Stand down. Let them pass.”
“But sir—” cried one of the hunters only to be interrupted by Percy.
“LET THEM PASS!!” He then looked up at the Big Four once more and they flew back towards the ring of fire.
*My POV*
He was letting us go. Why? Why would he let us go so easily. I saw the boys flying back towards us changing back into their dragon forms.
Stephen grabbed Sam and Dean with the hooks of his two lowers wings allowing them to mount his back, Apophis wrapped his tail around Cas and hoisted him up onto his.
But now with them gone, I had no more support as I found myself collapsing to the ground. Until both Deacy and Warren were now flying over me.
Lowering their heads down towards me; Warren first gently nudged me like I was a newborn baby trying to get me to stand up. Deacy lay his head right in front of me as Warren kept gently nudging me to stand. Finally I at least managed to crawl and grab a hold around my son’s neck.
I pulled myself up and mounted on top of his head and he slowly took off from that position trying not to move his head around so much since he knew I was still fuzzy from the drugs.
Soon I felt nothing but the wind on my face and I saw Warren flying close behind Deacon as he looked down at me and nodded to me.
We were going home.
*3rd Person POV*
As Percy walked out to join the remaining trappers Doctor Zemo said.
“Why did you let them go like that?”
“I had too. Besides our Mother dragon will prove more useful out there than she will here.” It was then Percy pulled out a small device and turned it on to reveal a red dot on the move.
Smirking victoriously.
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LOVE LOVE LOVE AWWWWWW This was LOVELY!!!! :D Such fun there with them interacting with the fan!!!! Yeah, WHO WOULDN'T "blank out" while being carried by Misha Brick F* House Collins there? XD I was a little afraid of watching the video because I saw some comments about it, BUUUUUT, in my honest opinion, I think they were just playing around and joking there. Misha meant it as a TRADITIONAL (toxic) masculinity, like being VERY on that front, I didn't see it as insulting Jensen or Dean AT ALL! I think he meant it as an "opposite parallel" where we see that Dean, in an ark/ some episodes, and THEN we see his GROWTH and him breaking free of that forced/imposed behavior on him. Which, yeah, we kind of got it, along the series, BUT, at the same time, we also kind of didn't... Because we saw, during the MANY seasons, how sometimes Dean would be written with inconsistencies (not only Dean, Sam and Cas ALSO suffered that) where they would feel like they "reversed back" to those bad behaviors and as if the past growths didn't happen, you know? So, I didn't see it as him being mean to Jensen/Dean there. And, COME ON, the deeper voice was DEFINITELY making fun of the whole "making my voice deeper because someone with a deeper voice arrived" comment that we ALWAYS hear them talking about!! The same thing with Jensen, I didn't see him as being mean there! I can understand people "pre-judging" it as that because of the jokes that he sometimes says on the J-2 panels and how the Anti-Misha LOOOOVE to twist EVERY interaction between them (JenMish) into a "Jensen hates Misha and depise him and don't wanna be close to him" and all that and all the drama that they love to create to make people believe/think that Jensen indeed doesn't appreciate/like Misha... BUUUUT, to me, you can see that Jensen is joking there, even more when he smiles and laughs seeing the surprise on the fan's face there! And COME ON, PERSONALITY? We KNOW that THAT was a JOKE, cause we SAW the IMPACT that BOTH Misha and Cas had on the WHOLE SHOW and CHARACTERS and DYNAMICS and even on the CAST there! Also, not long ago we HEARD Jensen saying how much he cares and appreciates Cas and Misha, would he have said that if he REALLY THOUGHT that Cas/Misha didn't have PERSONALITY??? Would he "LOSE HIMSELF" and forget that he was acting during the Confession Scene if he thought that Misha didn't bring personality to Cas? Also, the whole, calling Misha over to sing with them and the hug at the end there shouldn't be overlooked! Cause, I am SURE that if Jensen was mad/angry/disgusted by Misha he would have ignored him during the end there and go straight for the exit, which he didn't! I understand that sometimes we can be too focused on something and end up putting "meaning" behind some things that weren't exactly like that. I can understand that sometimes our mindset can affect the way we perceive things, I have been there! Don't misunderstand me, people are entitled to their opinions and their feelings, I am just saying that, in my honest opinion, after watching this video again (days after it happened) I see it more as they just joking around! Anyways, SORRY for the rambling on here! XD THANK YOU SO SOOO MUCH for sharing this with us!!! You are INCREDIBLE!!!! :) <3
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1/3 Wtf is this final? Chuck was a lazy ass and a dickhead who left psychotic angels with some stupid prophecy about Michael and Lucifer fighting, but he was never evil! He locked Lucifer in the cage because MoC corrupted him and he was dangerous to humans. He locked leviathans for the same reasons. And now tptb want me to believe he's suddenly evil? He's not lawful good, but he's not evil either. Irresponsible, yes, but not evil, for fuck sake! This twist doesn't make any sense.
2/3 People are praising it for being surprising, but that’s the point, it’s too suprising! Fans don’t have to predict the plot twist for it to be good, but the clues has to be there, so when people rewatch the season they can find them and feel silly for not noticing them faster. What was clues for Chuck being evil? I mean, I’m sure someone noticed something painted on the wall in some shots or a person dressed like Chuck in the other
3/3 but those are not clues, they’re supposed to be easy to notice in the whole context or without it, and by everyone, not only by delusional metas who see Destiel in a pebble kicked by Dean while walking toward Cas! And what even now? How are we supposed to be afraid of God, when we already know Amara is more powerful? And she’s still good? I mean, she should be. God, I’m so angry at this stupid show! Good thing I still have a good season final, like Gotham one, or good show like B99.
Hi Joanna, fair warning this got REALLY long, sorry (cringe), it goes under the cut for that reason:
It feels terribly cheap right? Also, what I never really liked about spn is that they HAVE to have a cliffhanger or a twist in every season finale to shock audiences and bait them to keep coming. A story doesn’t always need a twist at the end, more so if it’s well written, imagine every tv show/movie having a twist ending. It would be boring af, that’s what happened to M. Night Shyamalan for example. We all loved 6th Sense, but he kept coming back with movies that only relied on the “twist” without concentrating on the whole story first and foremost and people got tired of his tricks. And that’s exactly what is happening with spn, although on another level of production of course. It’s a show that only can deliver shock, angst, death and twist! Without the care of preparing the story for those things. It just doesn’t work imo.
But fandom is used to that, and the majority keep coming back for more of the same old same old. Even if it just a cheap trick, or even, like in this case, doesn’t make sense AT ALL. Spn fandom it’s just loyal to a fault, and also the bait from tptb is extreme, they are always promising something that they are never going to deliver, it’s the best example of the carrot at the end of the stick.
For some tv shows/movies you have to apply the suspension of disbelief for them to be enjoyable. I apply it to tons of superheroes movies for example, because if I’m going to be incredible analytical about them, well, nothing is going to make sense and just why bother right? In the case of spn we have to apply the same method all the time, BUT, some things just can’t be ignored. Why? Well because even the easiest plots to follow don’t make sense. You have to have a base storyline to follow, a central arc that in the end, makes sense and leaves you with a sort of satisfied feeling. If even the central arc, the most important storylines, or even the myths of the show don’t make sense from one season to another, we lost really important parts of the plot along the way. And it starts to feel cheap and just plain WRONG. That’s what happened to spn, imo.
I just watched a video of people talking about the whole MCU and how we arrived to Endgame (no worries not going to talk about any spoilers), and it’s really easy, even for the people that are not that much into the MCU, to see how well crafted the whole journey was. It’s not an easy task of course, and there are mistakes along the way, but you really can see the care for the core story and how they departed from point a, to arrive to point z, and it feels really well done. What I mean is: it CAN be done. Not only by MCU, GOT also is doing this, again with mistakes, but you can feel that they were paying attention, in some cases, even to minimal details.
Back to spn, it’s painful to see how the show doesn’t pay attention to what came before, and how much they just don’t care. And it’s utterly obvious with this finale. Yeah it’s surprising, yeah most of the people didn’t see it coming, yeah it’s another shocking reveal… BUT where does it leave the central storylines and myths? Is it worth it in the end, to have a “twist” that erases and/or changes not only last season, but YEARS of story telling? My bet is on NO. But I’m in the minority here. I bet metas are going to write tons of posts saying how DUMB people that didn’t see this coming are. How they only know how to read the narrative, and the people that complain about spn is just stupid and don’t even understand the basics of story telling. Whatever they can keep writing their lies trying to convince themselves that destiel (the pebble “subtext” made me laugh tons ^^) still exists and how amazing Dabb’s era is.
But the truth is that it just.doesn’t.make.sense. I already said it in one of my many venting in the tags: God being this writer that has manipulated the bros (and Cas) storyline since forever, doesn’t make sense! It erases years of plot and core arcs and myths… also for the trope of Evil All Along you have to give your audience some clues, because the real joy is to go back and to see all the little hints that you missed along the way. What hints spn gave us for this forced twist to pay off?. Not one imo. Yes, like you said, Chuck is a douche, he’s not a good God, not a good parent, not a good anything… but the Big Bad Villain? Of ALL THE STORY ALL THIS TIME? Can’t see it sorry, it feels forced, it feels cheap, it feels poorly constructed. And it has been done before too with Metatron! I mean…it’s cheap AND recycled.
Like I said in tags too, it also feels like All Just a Dream trope, one of the worst things you can do to your audience, because everything that you thought was real, now suddenly changes because the writers need a sudden surprising twist (see also Writer on Board). It’s an utter mess, a low way to trick audiences, but coming from that writers’ room I shouldn’t be surprised at all.
This doesn’t bode well for season 15 imo, God being this super villain, how long is it going to last? Because the final season should be about wrapping up personal story lines, not about another incredible hard to beat big bad, that in the end is killed/vanished by one of the bros being all powerful a la Dragon Ball.
Horrible writing, horrible treatment of the characters (of ALL of them not only Cas, what they did to Mary is horrible too), cheesy self insert, plots that make no sense, that’s what spn is going out with. It’s terrible sad that a show with so much potential is entering its final season on such a low note.
Sorry it got long af as usual, or more than usual really. But can’t shut up about this horrible mess.
Hugs darling!
Ps: was going to tag this but it got too long. Somebody just msg me saying that Chuck was never presented as s whole good pure God. And I agree. But he was never presented as a whole evil God either. Capricious? yes. Lazy? yes, likes to play with people? Yes (the same could be said about Gabriel for example, was he evil? I don’t think so, the show was always sympathetic towards him). But to make him the BIG BAD all of a sudden? Nah, the show never hinted at him being a character that could open the gates of hell just to have his way. Metas can write tons of essays about occultism, religion and God in western culture, Sorry not buying. Metas can also have all the readings they want, it’s sad that they can’t get down of their high horses to start respecting other points of view…
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/French Mistake, Reversed\
My POV
I was sitting in my room writing another Supernatural fanfiction when I got a video call from my friend group. “Hey guys!” I greet them. “Rachel! You answered!” Karly said, excitedly.
So before I get started with my messed up story, let me introduce the new characters from my everyday reality. So first we have Kyler: the gay boy of the group. He’s about 5’9 with short dark brown hair and blue-green eyes.
Next up we have Jaxon: The creative one of the group. Jax is about 5’8 with short aqua blue hair and wears glasses.
Leo Gibbs: nicknamed Gibbs or Gibbie. He’s about 5’1 with short brown hair.
Andrew: the black bi boy. He’s around 5’6 with short black hair.
Then we have Karly: the pansexual pancake. She’s about 5’1 with shoulder length red hair and glasses.
And finally, we have me. The rebellious bisexual. I’m around 5’7 with a light brown, fluffy pixie cut and glasses. Now back to the story.
After the call, I went to bed and went to school for seven terrible hours. The bell rang, signaling that school was ending. I grabbed my stuff and headed towards my locker. I pack my notebooks and grab my phone before my friends run up and start talking to me.
“So it turns out it was my brother the whole time!” Karly states as I slam my locker and play Highway to Hell on my phone. “Alright guys, I gotta go. See ya tomorrow!” I yell as I start for my house. When I get there, I make dinner and then go to my bedroom and attempt to write crappy fanfictions. When my parents get home, they force me to go to sleep but instead, being the rebellious child I am, write more fanfiction. Later that night, I hear my mom scream and my dad yell. I shot out of bed and ran downstairs.
“Mom! Dad! Are you-?” I freeze when I see a vamp turning my mom. I immediately ran back upstairs but was greeted by another vampire, who had snatched me from where I stood and dragged me outside. My eyes widened when I saw a black 1967 Chevy Impala pull into my driveway. What the-? Before I could finish that thought, TFW stepped out. Sam and Dean both had a machete swinging while Cas was heading my way.
He separated the Vamp from me and stabbed him in the chest. “We need to go, Rachel. I’ll explain everything when we get back to our universe.” He tells me. “Wait, Cas! Can we take my friends?” I ask as I see Sam kill a different Vampire. “Cas, there’s more coming!” Dean yells. He turns back to me. “That was intended. Now please, get to the Impala.” He says, touching my shoulder. I follow his instructions and run to Dean’s car. “Let’s get outta here before this gets out of hand!” Sam yells.
If it weren’t for the fact that it was so early in the morning and all of our families were murdered, I’m pretty sure none of my friends would’ve gone with the Winchester’s and Cas. The boys hijacked a van somewhere along the line to pick all of us up in one trip. I must be dreaming. This is impossible. I thought as we arrived at the bunker. I don’t remember entering their universe but I was pretty tired so you can’t exactly blame me. All of my friends rode in the van Sam was driving but I stayed with Dean and Cas in the Impala. I pass out from sleep deprivation and what I assume to be shock.
I wake up in a bed at the bunker. I could tell I was at the bunker because I’ve seen it in pictures many times before. The bed was more comfortable than I thought it would be. I sit up and look around. “Hello.” I look up to find Cas staring at me, holding a plate with pancakes and a cup of coffee. He walked over and sat down. I cross my legs as he hands me the food. “Did you sleep well?” He asks me. I nod and take a bite of pancake. “I don’t remember coming into the bunker.” I point out. “I carried you in.” He said matter-of-factly and I blushed. “Oh. You could’ve woken me up.” I said, looking away in embarrassment. “You looked peaceful and I’m aware you don’t get much sleep.” He defended. When I took a sip of coffee, I realized that it was the perfect balance of hazelnut creamer and coffee. “Wow, someone knows their proportions!” I say excitedly. “Thank you.” He grins and I giggle.
Jax’s POV
I wake up and the first thing I notice is that I’m not in my room. Then, my memory comes flooding back and I remember the blood and gore of my family. The Winchester’s and Castiel. My friends.
For some reason, I simply push it aside and get up. I walk into the main room where everyone is and see everyone staring at me. “Y’all didn’t find the bodies, right?” I ask, joking obviously. “Um?” Cas was confused. I saw Rachel nudge him and giggle “He’s just joking.” And he nodded in realization.
“So do we need to find a case?” Karly suggested. “Not exactly, but if you want to do research I guess we can do that.” Sam said. “Why can’t we just go hunt monsters?” Andrew asked. “Dude, we would need to know what we’re fighting.” I pointed out. “Oh, right.” He shrugs. “Let’s just research.” Gibbie decided. “Fine.” Andrew groaned.
After about half an hour, Kyler fell asleep and started snoring like a freakin pig. Rachel shut her book and stood up. “I’m bored. I need to move.” She complained. “Rachel, of course you’re bored, you’re reading.” I tell the restless bisexual. “Hush.” She smiles. “I could take her down to the dungeon and teach her how to fight.” Dean suggested. “Dude, yes!” She exclaims. Alrighty, follow me.” He said and she did.
Gibbs’ POV
After Rachel and Dean went to the dungeon, I kicked Kyler in the knee to make him stop snoring. “Ouch! That hurt!” He said, almost shouting. “No offense, but you were getting on my nerves.” I told him. “That doesn’t give you the right to kick me!” He defended. “I’m on Gibbs’ side, it was getting annoying.” Karly laughed. “Yeah.” Jax agreed, not looking up from his book.
“So, are we just going to ignore the fact the we’re all older than 14?” Jax asked. We all looked at each other like idiots. “I’ve been trying to avoid that...” Kyler said. Sam just watched us as we tried to figure out how old we are now. “Well Jax looks about 27, Reegan looks about 24, Karly looks about 25, Kyler looks about 31, and Andrew looks about 29.” I say. “And you look 26.” Kyler points out. “I think Rachel looks 26 as well.” Cas suggests. “Why are we all different ages?” Karly asks him. “It’s a different universe. You could be any age.” He says. “So is there like, two of each of us running around?” Kyler asked. “No. Every universe is different. Our universe was missing all of you.” He says, looking back at his book. “Oh.” I said, a little surprised. “So like, the supernatural is real?” Jax asks. “It’s not suppose to be in your universe.” Sam says. “Then what happened?” Kyler asks. “They must’ve come through the universe divider.” Cas suggests. “Universe divider?” I question. “On the set of Supernatural, there’s a rip in your universe that leads to ours.” Sam explains. “Like the one in season 13?” Andrew suggests. “Season 13?” Sam asks, confused. “He means the one that was created by Jack when he was born.” Kyler explains. “Oh, yeah. Exactly like that one.” Sam confirms.
Kyler’s POV
After a few hours, Dean and Rachel came back from the dungeon. “So what’s for dinner?” Dean asks almost immediately, smacking Sam across the back of his head, screwing up his notes when Sam’s hand drew a line along the length of the paper, and Sam threw his pencil at him. “Burgers, Dean. We’re having burgers” Sam said, angrily. “Great! I’m starving.” Dean said. Sam and Dean went to the kitchen and Rachel came into the library and sat next to Gibbs. “So what’d you guys find out?” She asked. “We aren’t supposed to exist in this universe.” Jax told her. “Oh yeah, and there’s a universe divider on the set of Supernatural in our universe!” Karly said, excitedly. “And the supernatural isn’t supposed to be real there, either.” I add. “Also, the reason we’re older than 14 is because we traveled through universes.” Gibbs pointed out. “I meant what’d you find out about the monsters you were researching but that’s cool, too.” Rachel stated.
When Sam and Dean came in and it was time to eat, Dean acted as if he hadn’t eaten in days. “You get enough of that in your mouth?” Sam joked. Jax looked at the rest of us with the look. “Don’t.” Rachel said, but that didn’t stop him. “That’s what he said.” He smirked. “Oh lord.” Gibbs smiled. “I knew it was gonna happen.” I sigh and Rachel facepalmed. “That could also be what she said.” Andrew wiggles his eyebrows and we all giggled. “Yeah, but I was aiming for Destiel.” Jax said. “Yes!” Rachel said, standing up. “No! I’m not gay!” Dean shouted, also standing up. “I think we all know that you’re bisexual, Dean.” Karly giggles. “Finally, someone agrees with me.” Sam says. “I knew you were a Destiel shipper!” Jax, Rachel, and I shout. “What is Destiel?” Cas asks. “Gay.” Karly says. “Closeted bisexual meets confused rainbow.” Jax says. “I say rainbow in the meaning of like...he’s nice to look at.” He adds. “I 100% agree with that description.” Rachel says. “Um,” Cas was obviously confused but left it alone.
Karly’s POV
After dinner, Sam and Jax stayed in the library to find a case. Rachel, Dean, and Kyler went to ‘The Dean Cave’ to watch classic movies while Kyler passed out in the war room doing something with Cas. I, on the other hand, took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them. Gibbie followed me and helped wash the cups. “Who do you think will fall asleep first, besides Kyler, obviously.” I ask, finishing the last plate. “10 bucks, it’s gonna be Andrew.” Gibbs bet. “I don’t have 10 bucks but I can give you a hug.” I offer. “Okay.” Gibbs chuckles.
10 minutes later, we walk into ‘The Dean Cave’ and see Andrew fast asleep of the couch. “I think I owe you a hug.” I state as I hug Gibbie. Rachel looks back from the couch. “You wanna join? We’re watching Batman.” She asks. “Cool, which one?” Gibbs asks, walking over and flipping down next to Andrew, waking him up. “The original!” Dean exclaims as I sit on the floor, in front of the TV. “There’s room on the couch, ya know.” Dean says. “I’m gay, I don’t sit on couches.” I say and hear Gibbs and Rachel laugh.
I started to fall asleep after ‘Batman Forever’ and eventually collapse on the floor, but before I fall completely asleep, I hear Gibbs say “there she goes.” And laugh.
Andrew’s POV
I couldn’t go to sleep after Leo woke me up so I stayed awake throughout the entire ‘Batman’ binge. It was slightly amusing to watch Karly slowly fall over when in the process of slowly falling asleep. It was 1:30 in the morning when the movies were finished so I stood up and stretched. “I’m gonna go find a room to sleep in.” I say, walking out of the room. “Don’t get lost!” I hear Dean shout.
When I walk past the library, I see Sam and Jax with books in their laps and when I walk past the war room, I see Kyler sleeping and Cas leaving the bunker. I’m too tired to care so I simply keep walking until I find a bedroom and fall face first into the bed.
Dean’s POV
Rachel, Gibbs, and I watched another movie before I turned off my TV and told them I was going to bed. “Alright, I’m going to get some coffee.” Rachel said. “At 3 I’m the morning?” Gibbs asked. “I don’t exactly plan on sleeping.” She said. “If you need a room, Gibbs, there’s one next to mine.” I say, leaving the room. “That’ll work.” He says and follows me out.
On my way to my room, I told Sam and everyone else awake goodnight and shut my door. I grab one of my ‘Busty Asian Beauties’ magazines and look at that for a few hours before finally falling asleep.
Sam’s POV
After Dean and Gibbs went to their rooms, Rachel walked in and took a seat across from me. “So, what’re you doing?” She asks. “We’re researching shapeshifters.” Jax replied. “Cool, I’m gonna go make coffee, you want any?” She asks us. “I’ll have some.” I say. “Me too.” Jax agrees. “Okie dokie!” She smiles and walks to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, she walks in with 3 cups of coffee. “Thank you.” I tell her, graciously. “No problem.” She responds and sits down. The next few hours were researching different monsters and many cups of coffee. Jax fell asleep around 6:23 and I went to bed at 7:01. I’m not really sure if Rachel went to sleep or not but either way, tomorrow we were going to find a case.
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Literally just Sam crack pls. The weirdest shit your brain can think up.
Sam knew he shouldn’t have kept it secret, knew that eventually Dean would find out. He was good at hiding things, but Dean was even better at finding the truth. He assumed that Dean would figure it out, because how many foreign films could Sam possibly be going to? But Dean didn’t care about foreign films, which meant he didn’t really pay attention to Sam when he went.
His phone buzzed in his pocket as he flew down the road, his eyes flitting to the time on the clock, then back to the road. He carefully dug it out and answered it, putting it on speaker phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, are you ready?”
“Am I ready? Of course I’m ready. I’m on my way right now.”
“But are you ready?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s been weeks. I’m ready.”
“It’s just, I understand if you aren’t ready. You’ve put in the time, more than most, but...”
“But what?”
“It’s just not what you normally do. You’re a hunter, Sam. This is a little out of your wheelhouse.”
“Y/N, I’m ready. Being a hunter has nothing to do with it. Besides, I’ve had you the whole time. That should count for something.”
“Okay, okay. I just...you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Of course I do, stop worrying. I’ll be there in an hour, okay?”
“Okay, see you soon. Be careful.”
“Alright, bye.” The phone clicked and Sam tossed his phone into the passenger seat.
He wasn’t sure he was ready.
Sam stood backstage, adjusting himself nervously in the costume Y/N had picked out for him. Why in the hell did I do this? He knew the answer. It was because he liked Y/N. He met her at a coffee shop while he was taking a break during a foreign film festival. She had him from the moment she said hello. So when she called him, near tears because one of her lead performers, her partner in fact, had suddenly quit, he immediately jumped in and volunteered.
“Are you sure?” she had asked, sniffling as she tried to hold back her tears.
“Sure, sure I am. I don’t know what I’m doing, but if you’re willing to teach me, I’m willing to learn.”
And learn he had. At least, he hoped he had. As he stood in the shadows of the curtain and watched the acts leading up to theirs do their thing, he began to wonder if he was actually going to be able to do this. He walked back over to the dressing table and looked at himself in the mirror, and thanked Chuck one more time that Dean wasn’t here to see this.
His hair was pulled back in a messy bun so that it would stay out of his face. The costume Y/N picked out was a black men’s tank unitard; he was happy that she had picked out the one that actually came down like pants, but it was skintight, and he felt very self conscious in it. She had lined his eyes in black, blending out the rest of the makeup into a smokey eye that he was sure most women would be jealous of. He sighed. He wasn’t sure why the eyeshadow was necessary, but he was already excited to take it off. Y/N had requested it, though, and so he kept it on.
“You ready?” He turned around to see Y/N smiling at him, radiant in a white leotard and hair in a braid.
“As ready as I’m ever going to be.”
She held out her hand, “Alright then, let’s go. It’s show time.”
Great. Show time.
“That was amazing!” Sam picked up Y/N and spun her around when they got backstage, his heart racing from the leftover adrenaline. She laughed, and threw her arms around his neck.
“You were amazing! I’m not going to lie, I’m really surprised you remembered all that. That was impressive, Sam!”
“Yea, super impressive, Sammy!”
Shit.
Sam slowly turned to see Dean standing behind him, Cas looking over his shoulder. “Dean?”
“Hey, little brother! Let me tell you, that was...that whole thing was uplifting. Also, I’m going to need you to wear that getup when we go hunting, use it as a distraction.”
“Dean, I can explain-”
“Oh, Sammy, you don’t need to explain. You just need to dance. That’s all the explanation I need. Cas specifically enjoyed the middle section, where it was just you. Right, Cas?”
“You were very expressive. I was quite impressed. For someone of your size and stature, you are very graceful.”
“Did you hear that? You’re graceful! Like a fuckin’ gazelle, brother.” Dean pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen, “I’m upset that you didn’t tell me about this, but it’s okay, I got video! I’m glad that I made it in time.” He held up his phone, and Sam closed his eyes as he saw himself spinning across the stage. He looked at Y/N and smiled, “I don’t believe we met, I’m Dean, Sam’s older brother.”
“I, uh, gathered that.”
“Good, good. Thank you so much for getting him involved. He’s always had interest in the arts, specifically dance, so I really appreciate the opportunity for him to get to perform on stage. Fantastic.” He tapped his phone screen again, pausing the video. “We don’t have many family home movies or anything, moved too much, so I’m going to make sure to get this in a safe place. We’re gonna go, but we’ll see you back at home, huh Sammy?”
He sighed, “Yea, at home.”
“Alright, well, Cas and I gonna go then. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He grinned again, then walked away with Cas.
Sam wasn’t sure if leaving his entire life behind would be worth avoiding the bunker, but he was willing to consider it.
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Worlds Collide-Part 2
Part 1 My Master List
A/N: This story is a Marvel/Supernatural crossover and a collaboration between me and my sister in all the ways that matter @kittenofdoomage. I have been annoying the shit out of her talking about this thing NONSTOP, but she likes me so she’s cool with it.
Ten Months Later
Two weeks had passed since your last case and you were enjoying some downtime with Sam. It was nice to just spend time with him and not have to focus on the next thing that was trying to kill you. The two of you stayed up late sharing stories about your childhoods. Sam told you all about growing up as a hunter, and leaving the life before John’s disappearance and Jess’ death sucked him back in.
You shared the loneliness of spending your life in the foster care system, bouncing from house to house, never fitting in anywhere, and always trying to hide your abilities. Finally when you were fifteen and considered pretty much “unadoptable”, a kindly couple fostered you and were in the process of adopting you. The Bradshaws gave you the kind of stability you had only dreamed of.
Then Mrs. Bradshaw got possessed by a demon and killed Mr. Bradshaw and tried to kill you. Your heart broke when you used your powers and electrocuted her. You hit the road and immediately hooked up with a hunter who explained to you what her black eyes and complete personality change meant. And then your eyes were opened to what was REALLY out there and you began to hunt full time, using your abilities for good instead of giving tiny shocks to the bullies in your foster homes.
The three of you were sitting at the table in the war room playing poker to pass the time and Cas had popped in. He observed in silence for a time, his face unreadable as he obviously tried to pick up the game. “Do you know how to play?” you asked the angel.
He shook his head. “I’ve never had the opportunity.”
You patted the chair next to you. “Come, sit. I’ll teach you, it’s fun. I bet you're a good bluffer. You have a great poker face.”
“Bluffer?”
Dean snorted. “She’s gonna teach you how to lie, Cas.”
The angel looked alarmed. “I don’t think I……” An insistent knocking on the bunkers heavy front door startled everyone and Cas stopped talking. Sam and Dean instantly jumped to their feet, throwing down their cards and pulling their guns from the back of their waistbands. Cas was up out of his seat, angel blade drawn and at the ready.
“Someone’s at the door? Does that ever happen?” you asked tentatively, unsure if anyone else actually knew where this place was.
“We’re off the beaten path. People don’t exactly come here trying to sell us Girl Scout cookies,” Dean replied, eyes never leaving the door, his finger on the trigger of his Colt.
The knocking came again. “Should we answer it?” you said. “If it were something trying to kill us I don’t think they’d knock.”
Sam nodded slowly and you took the lead, walking up the stairs, with Sam and Dean right behind you. Pulling open the heavy door, you were surprised to see a helicopter in the driveway, partially obscured by the two people in front of you. Standing in the doorway was an attractive redheaded woman dressed in all black who looked vaguely familiar. Next to her was a muscular man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes.
You recognized him instantly even though he wasn’t wearing his trademark red, white and blue suit. Your eyes widened and you pulled back a little, fingers lightly gripping the door.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N?” the woman asked, her voice a husky purr.
“Who wants to know?” Dean snapped, standing behind you, unable to see the visitors with the light filtering in the doorway from outside.
“Dean,” you hushed, not taking your eyes off of the visitors. “Don’t you recognize him?” You stood back, gesturing for them to enter. “Come in, please.” The blond man grinned good-naturedly, stepping inside and offering his hand to Dean, who was struggling to pick his jaw up off of the floor.
“Hi, I’m Steve,” he said. “Steve Rogers. Is this a good time?”
Dean stared at him, unable to process what he was seeing in front of him. “Holy crap, Sammy. It’s Captain-freaking America,” he whispered in awe.
You had invited them into the library to sit and talk. “This is our friend Castiel,” you told them, gesturing in Cas’ direction. Cas was staring intently at the Captain, a perplexed look on his face. “Clearly you know who we are.”
“Agent Romanoff,” the woman replied. “Nat,” she added as she turned to Sam and Dean. “The Winchester brothers. And Cap’s reputation proceeds him as usual.”
“Call me Steve, please,” Captain America said, looking directly at Dean, who was beaming like a tween meeting Justin Bieber.
“Okay, then, Steve. Why are you here? What do you want with us?” Sam asked quietly, distrust evident in his voice. He was standing right behind you, looming over your shoulder like he had to protect you from them.
“Are you a shapeshifter?” Cas asked Cap suddenly.
“Am I a what?” Steve looked really confused and everyone looked at Castiel in concern.
“You are at least 90 years old,” he started to point out, “but you have the appearance of being no more than 30. So, are you a shapeshifter?”
“He’s not a shapeshifter, Cas. I’ll show you the comics later. It’s all good, man,” Dean informed him helpfully and the angel frowned, apparently unsure of the reply.
“How did you know he was 90 years old? That was pretty specific,” Natasha asked, her face a mask of curiosity.
“I am an angel of the Lord. I know many things,” Cas said matter-of-factly before anyone could stop him.
“Excuse me? You think you’re an angel?” Nat said, eyebrows raised in disbelief.
Sam held out a placating hand. “Listen, guys. I’m sure you have seen some weird stuff in your line of work. We have too. You came all the way out here to find us, so you must have some intel on us, and know what we do.”
“The monster thing? That’s not really true, is it?” Cap questioned intently, his eyes on you.
“Every freaking word. Vampires, werewolves, witches, and all that scary shit that gave you nightmares as a kid, it’s all real,” you told them with a sigh.
“And demons, and angels and God. All Real. We were just as shocked to find out aliens were real. We’ve never run into them before,” Dean said honestly.
“Wow. Tony’s gonna have a fit when he hears all this,” Nat said to Cap.
Sam perked up at that. “Tony Stark?”
“I need to show you something.” Nat pulled out a small Ipad and set a video to play. It was from the town in Texas where they had fought the vampires. There had been a big showdown with the surviving six in an abandoned grocery store in town where they were holed up. The video that played clearly showed Y/N using her powers and pulling lightening in and blowing out the front windows so they could storm the building. Nat stopped the video.
“We also have footage of the four of you from other places around the country. It caught Tony’s attention. He wants to meet you and your friends,” Cap said quietly.
“Someone filmed me using my powers?” you said nervously. “Who took this video? I’m so careful...”
“Tony Stark wants to meet us? Why?” Sam asked excitedly, calming a little when you glared at him. The opportunity to meet the famous Tony Stark would usually give you a little booster but knowing people had filmed you? Seen you use your powers? It just made you worried about the entire situation.
“He hasn’t given us any of that information,” Steve explained. “He just asked us to fly out and invite you back to Avengers Tower. Said he’d come himself but…”
Nat smirked, folding her arms across her chest. “Steve’s better at this.”
“Avengers Tower! In New York?” The laughter bubbling in your chest caught you by surprise at the thought of anyone wanted to meet you. There were plenty other special people out there, right? “You don’t expect us to come on that helicopter of yours, do you?” You pointed at the elder Winchester. “Dean doesn’t fly.”
Dean looked mortified, shaking his head furiously. “Hell, no. Can I drive there?”
“So are you all willing to come?” Nat asked. You looked at Sam, and he nodded.
“Cas?” you asked the angel, wanting at least a little backup. Okay, they were the Avengers, the good guys but all too often you’d seen good guys go bad when they didn’t understand something.
“I will go of course,” he replied and you smiled, nodding in relief before turning to the most anxious member of the small group. Dean was already at the point of sweating over the helicopter.
“Dean?” you asked softly.
“As long as I don’t have to fly,” he pointed at you, “I’m in.”
“What about you, babe? I know you’re not keen on showing people what you can do, so it’s your call.” Sam was smiling when he said this, and you knew he would go along with whatever you wanted.
You held your hands out, grinning to cover up your nerves. “How can I say no to Tony Stark?”
“So it really would be easier if we flew. The ‘copter is much faster than a regular plane. It will have us to New York in an hour and a half, tops. Tony always seems to know everything about everyone, Dean, so he had Dr. Banner made a hypospray that will put you to sleep for out the duration of the flight,” Steve told them, watching Dean for his reaction and he frowned, clearly uncomfortable with leaving his Baby behind.
“That’s a good idea. Do you really want to bring the Impala to New York City where she could get damaged or stolen?” Sam asked his brother, injecting concern into his voice as he placed one hand on Dean’s shoulder and the elder Winchester sighed.
The best way to motivate Dean was to threaten his Baby with bodily harm. “Fine. Let’s do that then.”
“Okay, everyone. You have ten minutes to pack what you need. Then we move out,” Steve ordered in an authoritative voice but there was still a smile on his face and everyone jumped to comply.
As Dean and Sam walked you down the hall to your room, Dean’s face lit up with excitement. “Man, Cap is so cool. And Iron Man? This is going to be awesome!” He disappeared into his room and you looked up at Sam, wishing his hopeful grin would make you feel better.
“It is going to be awesome,” he reassured you, parroting Dean’s words softly. “We’re with you. The whole way.”
Part 3
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*vague muffled noises*
Expectations: got to come down from an all-time great episode but it's Davy so I'm not worried about a huge drop off, and I'm legitimately intrigued, of all things, to meet Asmodeus written by someone other than Buckleming. Davy in season 12 briefly fooled me with 12x15 that the Crowley and Lucifer subplot might be worth watching, alas to no greater end as no one else wrote it for the rest of the year really. But in any case, he gets the honour of writing Gabriel so much better him to sell me on it than Buckleming :P I am therefore far more prepared to have Gabriel back on these terms and conditions...
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The MoL recap skipped showing Cas with popcorn and I'm automatically deducting an entire out of ten score. This episode may end up being perfect in every other respect but would only get 9/10
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They also didn't show Cas booping Ketch to sleep for no reason other than it being funny. 8/10
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NOW: "1925"
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This is super illuminati. Aka what Dean was worried about in 8x13 when they were first snooping around the Bunker... to this point, they never discovered anything worse than racist old men, or the weird British chapter. No signs of SERIOUS cult activity among the Americans, rather than it being a supernatural book club with a heroic purpose.
Leave that poor flapper alone.
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Er are they literally doing the same spell? Terrified flappers make the WORST interdimensional travellers.
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Honestly, though, the illuminati MoL aquarian star is super cool in a really spooky way
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TENTACLE
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Retroactively makes me wonder about 6x21 and if HP Lovecraft's friends were MoL and up to some nonsense. Obviously that was purgatory not an AU but it's all curiosity and who knows anything about all this stuff :P they all probably just want to see monsters, you know. The show's presentation of Lovecraft definitely made home look like the profile of a MoL they use later when these are a thing.
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DEAN, LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE. If he's sleeping on the table he's overworked and doesn't need this nonsense :P
Sam... go to bed.
Since their mom is still in an AU I'm taking over
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Considering Dean has coffee he probably came in here with coffee, saw Sam like that, and went to get post it notes. If Sam was alert he'd be questioning that Dean's coffee was already on the table when Dean is pretending to just come into the room.
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Oh no re: 6x21 - Dean called it Kryptonite.
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How are there always more rooms in the Bunker? ... I have like 9 messages from Trisscar I haven't been looking at but suddenly I can guess :P
It appears to be opposite 7d, meaning this may be 7c, and a boring archive room rather than room 7b, which is the smaller archive room with a DUNGEON behind it
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Dean is great in the research montage
Also that implies Sam had the post it notes the entire day, which given the half life of post it note glue is stretching credibility :P
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Uh... They need to be more careful about just assuming random glowing rocks people dig up in the holy land are definitely the thing they are looking for.
I mean the cold open seems to imply it genuinely IS, but that's no excuse for being like glowing rock + glowing rock = success
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Jinkies!
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*sexy driving montage*
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Okay this place is both spooky AND unlocked. Maybe because Jensen doesn't have another flip over a fence in him, but it's also pretty ominous about the useage of this place.
I love how in the modern age you just put the coordinates of your creepy destination into your phone and follow it and then get out at the first abandoned building dead on the spot and be like welp google told us to go get murdered by cultists here so
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"Ask questions get answers" Are you not going to ask about the EYE?
That's a disturbing lack of concern for something essentially thematically "alter the sigil alter the spell" - the MoL vs the weird cultist chapter which clearly has a difference from the one they're used to because of the different symbol. Whatever level the MoL Sam and Dean know about, knew in turn about these guys, whether they disowned or quietly let them get on with it or what... this is not meant to mean the same as just casually finding another home base...
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Just dropping in for a cup of tea and a seal of solomon
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Uhoh the books all over the floor don't bode well
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"Looks familiar, huh?"
*Sam finally spots an eyeball aquarian star* "Except for that"
you don't say
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"Great. More books."
"You love books."
Honestly Dean kinda does and half of this goofing off from earlier was performative... He DOES find some types of research super boring but that doesn't mean he doesn't read for fun and also retain information well from books and hit the books when necessary.
Sam's just much more driven right now, meaning that Dean's being played off in contrast as mostly normal. Aka not wildly driven to do the reading himself, which in turn isn't just a usual character trait but shows how desperately Sam's at it.
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uhoh those photos look like kidnappable flapper research
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Sandy Porter :D
I hope that's supposed to say "age: 23" but I can't unread it as "eyes: 23" and the handwriting is weird.
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SOLOMON 1917
I think we have found the thing... now the question is did this weird cult appear BECAUSE of the seal or was it they were already weird and they ended up bagging it for their experiments?
Their letter header already has the aquarian eye...
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Sam/Jared casually breaking everything on the shelf
why did they leave that take in
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Oh I guess he had to make noises to make Sandy start yelling for help
(I assume it's her or something that LOOKS like her)
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I love Dean's photographic memory. And when we get flashes of him remembering stuff on screen like this
Sam's like What the Fuck
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Aha it's Ketchmodeus time
Arthmodeus?
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I love how Sam n Dean are wearing grey and they plop Dean's bi plaid over Sandy's grey flapper dress.
(She's called Sandy with blonde hair and Mary's middle name is Sandra)
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Query: where WAS Dean keeping the plaid, or did he go up first, get a rope and a shirt and then we skipped all the stuff where they get a lil person who can't just hop up and reach the manhole cover again out of the hole in the ground :P
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She's also skipped ahead in time from being a flapper and is now a millenial, possibly possessed by an Elder God hence the long life etc :P But she and Mary share the backstory in a way of being transported out of their right time
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Is Ketch reading one of Crowley's old books from when he was raising Amara? Pfft. It's not uncle hoppity but it is obviously for a child, and is a way of demeaning him... He's reading it probably out of both boredom and spite... :P
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... But the demons are apparently too fussed about cat videos to pay attention to him...
wha t is this episode
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I have to admit at some undisclosed point I went to yoga, fell asleep on the floor in a rec hall and have since eaten my weight in chocolate avacado cake and coffee, so I am fairly addled :P
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Oh, yep, Asmodeus is beefing himself up with angel juice, who EVER would have guessed it
it also reads like an addiction, and as this was introduced in season 9 around the time of Crowley's demon blood addiction and Dean with the Mark and Cas eating grace, it's almost surprising the needle was only ever implied to be for extraction.
But now we have Lucifer eating grace, and Asmodeus injecting it - the question is if he's addicted to it or not.
I'd assume as well if this was planned from the start, his colonel sanders look might also have been, social commentary aside, because the wanted a demon dressed all in white and looking clean and shiny like an angel
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*demon minion comes blundering in a minute late* "I tried to stop him!"
This is absolutely 100%, no, 1000% vagueblogging Buckleming and how idiotic the Hell plot is and I am living for it
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Poor squeaky Gabriel
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They take Sandy to the most retro diner they can find... Inside, we meet patrons and staff with names immediately, before the Winchesters enter... The apparent owner, Joanne, amused by "Buck and Amy", one of her staff and a teenage boy, then says she'd hit it with Buck if Amy won't, which is SUPER creepy... Her cook apparently doesn't speak English or speak at all, so she feels free to say horrible things in front of him
Buck looks vaguely Jack-like just because he's a teenage boy with floppy hair
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They really are easing her in slow with the modern age, this diner is decrepit, but just this many electric lights is enough for now >.>
Plus, they arrived in a car from the 60s
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And she's messing with an ancient jukebox
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This is adorable
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i mean there's some high level creepiness in the diner, which I assume is Still Too Local and they ought to have crossed state lines...
I wonder at this point if their immediate vicinity to Asmodeus's lair is relevant. They'd know from Cas now that he's still using it. I mean, do you detour in your road trip to an ancient MoL bunker because you know the demon currently running Hell is camped out just down the road?
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They're getting Sandy the meatloaf... Pretty sure that was what Mary said she got from the Piggly Wiggly in 12x02
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Oh great, people who tattoo the aquarian eye on their arms. "Marco"'s name is in quotation marks.
HE CAN SPEAK
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"Wait, these men of letters were the ones who... chained you down there?" Sam, you KNOW the MoL aren't perfect... are you really going to struggle with this? :P She was in THEIR secret Bunker chained up in the secret bunker's secret basement, surrounded by corrupted Aquarian stars. It's like 99% likely this was an inside job, especially as it's the longest pay off for a character defamation fraud ever otherwise :P
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More tentacles!
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Okay, look, you guys need Mary back and on your side because I swear to god if she goes into the bathroom and gets kidnapped because you're an all dude team then I'm going to scream.
you NEED women to support women because sometimes we really do go to the bathroom in a pack to avoid being kidnapped by cultists who want to feed us to tentacle monsters from another dimension
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Oh no, they're all just being poisoned so they can be ritually murdered later
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Aw "pet angel" again. Gabriel is overhearing this intel, so he knows the Winchesters are alive, doing shit, and Cas is still alive and doing shit with them... All good basic intel you should probably not let the one angel who cared about them in season TWO know. I mean, Azazel and Gabriel are the ONLY players who cared about them back when the status quo of the world was still in balance - from season 3 onwards everyone wanted a piece of Sam, and Dean's soul was rapidly heading towards breaking the first seal so everyone now had a stake in them. But Gabriel? He's a total hipster about bothering the Winchesters when they were wee little babby hunters to see if they were up to the task... and found they were.
Now he's back in canon I'm going to be evaluating him as carefully as I can with such a retconned and fandom beloved and fanon-bedecked character, and I think in our advantage for having him back, he's in a state we've never seen him before... genuinely in trouble :P
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And Gabriel peers curiously through the bars as Asmodeus starts explaining their plans
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"It's time we talk about us" please stop trying to make Ketchmodeus happen
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A shot of them from a million miles away, a million miles between them, sliced off by a pillar. Ketch standing in the light. Asmodeus in the dark with yellow candles around him.
I am pretty sure this room is 10000x more candle-y than before.
When I was doing my rewatch of the early seasons a few summers ago I was so amused by the bajillion candles, a trend which died out with the colour format of the show changing, and any time a character shows up who needs a billion candles (e.g. Abaddon in 9x02) I get disproportionately excited that they *understand* the show :P
In this case, Asmodeus really needs all the links back to the start he can get, because he's a new, weak demon, one specifically called out in 13x12 of being the weakest of Lucifer's creations, and here shown juicing up on poor Gabriel, all a meta commentary on him being a rubbish character inserted as the last of the retconned princes of hell, his literal strength as a character weak and flimsy when it comes to caring about him, because after all the show has been through, retroactively adding ancient powers is a serious problem about "where were they before?" and so many of them need to have been lost, disinterested, locked away, buried and hidden and forgotten. In Asmodeus's case, possibly just looked over and neglected, and he's been having a pissy sulk about not being invited to the apocalypse for the last 10 years, since we know nothing about where he was before, but he's at least seemed to have his liberty and he waited out every single major player more powerful than him, and is appearing as a desescalation of a threat as a big bad so ridiculous the show is mocking him for being comically weedy, petty and out of touch or useless, or plain stupid. Even *Buckleming* seem aware he's an idiot at times.
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And now Perez is writing this fucker and I actually have to character profile him >.>
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Anyway Ketch is talking about their relationship, Asmodeus is trying to escalate his control over Ketch to "owning" him and pushing his luck really - Ketch being humiliated with the kid's book is a power play but Asmodeus really sucks at power plays and plans and all round... doing things...
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I love watching Ketch get beaten up even if it is Asmodeus
Ah well
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Was Asmodeus almost scary?
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I mean, I suppose if we were supposed to care about Ketch a bit
After season 12 it's more like... Can we just have everyone beat him up once?
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Dean is also stuck on the MoL being tweed wearing and harmless
And Sam avoiding carbohydrates... like... at least he ordered a couple of plates of food but he is a Big Guy, he needs to eat more than this!!
In some ways it reflects their endgame, e.g. Dean is still self-destructing and you could imagine either sticking a middle finger to any higher purpose supposed to affect him, or else bitter that he is never allowed off the ride... away from that, just the belief that it's winning to be killed by food rather than a monster. And he's been killed on the job enough to know the difference.
Sam, keeping himself sharp, suppoesdly (even if he is falling asleep on the table) and keepnig healthy long term, which may or may not be to some eventual endgame, that he plans on winning
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I swear if anything skeezy happens to Buck...
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Oh good, he's just noticed the cultists first while the professional hunters are busy eating... Maybe we all just get locked in here or something
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Aaaand Sam's asleep on the table again. This is why you carb load
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I guess no one's sticking post it notes on him this time
ALSO if it's that fast acting and the service is so slow here, you have a problem :P
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The cultists' robes are similar colour to the wait staff uniform
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I love the new fight coordinator
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Cmon Sam, you only had one bite
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Whoops he's being kidnapped
where is Sandy???
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Nice one, eldritch flapper! :D :D
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She has the "i just killed someone" look so I figure that whatever the monster did to her, she's not totally lost to it
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Are they just keeping Sam as a hostage exchange? They're still just surrounding the diner...
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At least Dean knows how to make a weapon out of anything
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oh dear sweet cinnamon roll "we have to call the police!"
... Yep, one of the cultists is part of the local police. At which point me, having written a novel with red-robed cultists running around a town sacrificing girls and secretly being local authority figures is like... welp...
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Aw, Dean, don't go charging after Sam. He already was like no don't go to the creepy bunker alone.
At least weigh your options and get a lay of the land first :/
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I mean I would assume they want Sandy in exchange which means not happening, but...
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Yep, they want the monster/god
Sandy is not very much of either :(
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"our family was men of letters" "so was ours..." "kinda"
Okay so they want a clean start with this God, from another dimension, which is exactly what Michael wants, and it's currently in the Mary mirror.
Oh boy
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"oh boy" indeed, it ate everyone and they bound it again, but it's still inside Sandy... Glowy purple eyes which is pretty ominous. She's also a Rowena mirror in a sense, including the monster, and there would be an interesting meta after this probably, when it's all said and done, to compare the scale of bound, hungry women
in this case, they accidentally made a devouring mother goddess which is more like... Amara... But it wants a mate
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Aaaand the MoL banned all the members who were involved in this nonsense. See, you guys literally have the box of members who were banned... Bit of digging on the history of this chapter house and it would be like, dude, a dozen of these guys were banned for SUMMONING AN ELDRITCH MONSTROSITY
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Ow, wow, Asmodeus has 4 vials of archangel grace knocking around... he seems to really have an issue here if he needs that much, constantly
menas stealing Gabriel from him will dry him out quickly, but also motivate him to get him back, unlike how he's just like pfft whatever about losing Cas and Lucifer
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He and Ketch are getting deep and philosophical... First of all, I am a little concerned that Asmodeus is OOC for not having the depth of thought of a teaspoon, and very little will get me interested in their inner lives in any case because I refuse to let Ketch be made sympathetic on the grounds that he's a dick and I'm allowed to draw a line.
Anyway they're having a conversation about a MoL code which means these stories sort of metaphorically overlap and that's weird and I'm not certain how to handle thematic balance with them because we're actually exploring what it means to be a legacy here, and all the different toxic threads that each family is upholding etc
Fortunately Asmodeus keeps calling Ketch "boy" so the squicky Ketchmodeus I fear is just enough to keep me on edge through this scene :P
(to be clear, I don't fear it in the show so much as fearing that fandom will Kylux latch onto it and everyone will be shipping the shit out of it to an intolerable level, despite the aforementioned emotional ranges of teaspoons for these boring racist-coded white dudes)
But there's some blah about redeeming Ketch which is making me very nervous they're going to try
The was Asmodeus talks about Ketch belonging to him makes me wonder that whatever deal they struck to get into this partnership, there's some magical connection, more than just this emotional weakness that Asmodeus is talking about exploiting. Mostly because one is nuanced and one will be appropriate for Buckleming to play with, should they choose to acknowledge another writer's continuity.
(And I think half the reason Dabb's banished them to a separate plot is that they disrespect others' attempts to write the story that in leiu of collaboration, he's stuck them over here to do their own thing where they can't mess anything up...)
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oh no don't send Buck out there with a kitchen knife
What is Dean doing? Amy and Joanne can't be in control of this situation??
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That sounds very un-feminist of me but they did just send Buck out with a tiny weeny knife, like, not even a steak knife
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Awhooops, the more the other MoL cultists talk, the more they sound like they're just managing a mistake their grandfather made, and Sam and Dean blundered into it as the bad guys, inadvertently "rescuing" Sandy (WHO I STILL LIKE) in their own quest for personal gain. Aka selfish actions beget consequences
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Oh, that's a lot of dead cultists.
Oh, Sandy no don't eat Buck
RIP Buck
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Dean is still distracted trying to do whatever to save Sam, and while stockpiling weaponry has missed both Sandy slipping away AND Joanne and Amy sending Buck out to get eaten
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AAAH LEAVE DEAN ALONE
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Also it's so unsettling having a monster wandering around in one of his most iconic shirts... I'll have to worry about that later but yikes. The imagery is unsettling to say the least. It's a really memorable one.
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DRAMATIC EYE CONTACT between Ketch and Gabriel
Trying not to think about how that looked weirdly like the Claire Kaia intro eye contact
To be fair they've looked at each other a bunch and whatever Ketch thinks of Gabriel, they've had time to form their opinions of each other
He presents his undamaged side of his face to Gabriel while realising he has to free him
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This is a hilarious rescue. Ketch isn't good at being a convincing good guy and Gabriel is freaked the heck out
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Understandably, I wouldn't go with Ketch
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Although idk maybe Gabriel is too traumatised to notice that Ketch was having a personal revelation of sorts
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I am so disappointed that "if I had half your power" line didn't lead to Ketch being like "... but Asmodeus does" and grabbing the spare vials from the box he was keeping it all in. Maybe he took it with him
should have been a seduce the bad guy to steal the vials while he sleeps thing
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... oh shit, they got me
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Okay, the archangel blade works on other things... it's clearly potent
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Sam nearly got frying panned by creepy Joanne
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Meanwhile also in much older women going for young lads (proportionately), Dean has been picked as ideal mate material, in a season where he's already been whammied with a love spell, and just last episode Cas got married.
How comes all this imagery keeps hittnig them?
I ask the void
when today the void is represented by Eldritch Flapper Sandy from the void.
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Okay, I don't know how to spell her eldritch name, but "star of madness ravager of galaxies mother of faceless hordes" is hecka cool
I'm sad that Sandy is dead but this eldritch thingy is still sorta badass
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Mittens just told me this is set the same place as the open of 6x21, the same place HP Lovecraft is from, so that confirms my musings at the top of this :D I am delighted
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She just misses her love from another universe.
"It's like a hallmark movie... with tentacles!"
that is not a deal breaker for Dean, I think
Anyway. Dean being confronted with this sweet love story. Now he will be the host to an epic, galaxy-crushing romance! Awww!!
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She's gonna lay eggs in him though
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i hope that's a dealbreaker
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Also the whole... possession threat... when we've had spoilers jensen's playing something else
I assume not this guy
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WHERE DID THE MOL GET THIS ANGEL GRACE BTW?
I feel like this has to be Gabriel again unless Raphael or Michael fucked up at some point and we're gonna find out later, just from the fact only one of them wasn't bound for most of human history or in Heaven, but actually slumming it on earth
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We know literally nothing of Gabriel's history except that he dated Kali so there's that
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Okay the tentacles are a deal breaker, Dean's grossed out
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UHOH SPACE TENTACLES
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Bye bye eldritch flapper... you were fun
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(RIP Sandy)
Guess they will go back to ravaging stars together in the darkness
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ALSO I really hope there's a way to STEER THIS FUCKING SPELL
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elizabethrobertajones Huh. Tentacles are the dealbreaker for Dean who knew after 13 years there's something weird and kinky he isn't at least curious about :P
elizabethrobertajones Oh wait never mind "not that there's anything wrong with that" he is a consentacles guy
mittensmorgul BAHAHAHAHA
mittensmorgul He's not gonna kink shame
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Also Dean is wondering if there's a way to steer the spell as well
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Okay so they actually know how to work it - you can only go to AUs you already have a part of, and a time limit which will be for drama when they finally open this thing...
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Do they have to bring this back to them afterwards? I hope so :P
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Dean coming down the stairs joking about nearly being an interdimensional booty call after collecting one of the spell ingredients directly mirrors Cas coming down the stairs yelling about how he had to get married to get one of the OTHER ingredients.
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I LOVE their Ketch reaction
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Okay so Gabriel has said nothing all episode, and I assume Ketch is about to produce him, so the question is... how does Gabriel introduce himself? What's the play? These are the questions I am most curious about because this episode has been defining a lot of characterisation for the previously woefully undercharacterised Asmodeus, fleshing out WTF is Ketch's deal right now, and now Davy has the abilityto set the course (hopefully) for Gabriel.
We have 5 minutes to go
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Oh hey he's still bloody and has his mouth sewn
he's just... hauling Gabriel into a chair
Like you do get how this looks suspicious, mate
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And Sam and Dean are like uuuuh he's dead so wtf
Which is my reaction too so get to the backstory snap snap
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Gabriel's eyes are so panicky I'm worried he's gonna be half-mad
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Oh dear, "we need his grace" and Gabriel is like FUCK THAT SHIT YOU'RE NOT EVEN SAVING ME AND IF I'M ACTUAL ME AND NOT AN AU VERSION I FUCKING DIED FOR YOU ASSCLOWNS WHAT THE FUCK. UNSEW MY MOUTH AND LET ME HAVE A BATH
well "HMMM!!! HMM!!!!!!!!! !!!!!"
But I can read subtext
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Ketch is just giving them EVERYTHING
they don't even know what that blade IS
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Hey, gabriel, just smash your forehead on the grace vial and eat the grace
it's not dignified but who cares :P
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Ketch came to the "only safe place he knew" aka a MoL bunker, which, after all, is very very safe. He has to bargain with Sam and Dean, knowing their spell, because "i saved this random archangel I found" isn't probably convincing enough on its own???
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LOL "Dibs on the top bunk?"
"no"
"Deal"
Dean... sweetie... you do remember all your subtext with Ketch last year? You know you can't just agree to him taking the top bunk like that?
You're even negotiating either side of the war table again
ALSO WHY IS EVERYONE GETTING KETCH SHIPPING STUFF TODAY? UNSUBSCRIBE
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And Dean will let pretty much ANYTHING happen to get Mary and Jack back
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the question is, Cas must be at the farmer's market or something all episode because he wasn't there when they were researching and he wasn't there to stop Ketch coming in, so... where is he?
Anyway Dean is speaking on his behalf re: getting Jack back
Sam seems to want to do this on their own and Dean is making compromises again to get what they need
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So, uh, Gabriel?
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Aw, the Sastiel shippers will be happy, Sam was the one who ended up freeing his mouth, which is probably symbolic regardless, re: giving the Trickster back his main weapon
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Omg Dean is ready to go before Gabriel says a word. Dean. Chill. Cas isn't even HERE.
And that makes me feel like whatever Gabriel has to say to break his long silence is even more important that Dean interrupted it (it's gonna not be, now, isn't it?)
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"Shouldn't we wait?"
"Why?"
CAS YOU FUCKHEAD
"We have everything we need, everything else is just burning daylight"
Dean is again trying to leave Sam behind to manage things, and go in and do it alone. Dude, you literally nearly had eggs laid in you by an interdimensional flapper, you need to think about this.
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LOL Ketch wants to go with them because it's safer than staying here being hunted by Asmodeus
I mean fair enough, and he's scarily competent
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But it's making it look to Sam like Dean would rather have Ketch around than Sam???
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Also WHERE IS CAS?
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"I don't care if he dies. I'm sort of rooting for it."
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Crack episode next where because Dean has interdimensionally travelled before, he ends back up in French Mistake Verse where he's Jensen and Ketch is DHJ (again? see also: 13x07 notes) and they have to get back before they can do the dramatic stuff
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Anyway Dean is doing the sacrificial play, Sam watches his cholesterol so he has to stay on earth
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I can't believe they're just opening a portal in the library and for 24 hours there's just a glowy back and forth hole there
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But of course, as long as Dean finds Jack, the time limit doesn't matter
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I can't believe Ketch is his BFF for the rest of the season
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I can't believe Gabriel didn't SAY anything
What is he going to SAY next? I WANT TO KNOW
I am unbelievably frustrated, because now it passes it on to Buckleming again, and for all I know Davy thinks the whole Gabriel thing is silly, or is nervous of writing the iconic character so he just shoves it all off on them to break canon as they please and he gets something suitably dramatic and tension building and intentionally frustrating out of it but at the end of the day he doesn't have to directly ENGAGE with the Gabriel is back story, and it's all gonna be Bucklemninged next week
Aurgh.
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Auuuurgh.
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Arms
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Based off Christina Perri’s “Arms”
Words: 2886
Summary: The Reader gets injured on a hunt. After getting healed by Cas, she and the boys go to a karaoke bar.
I suck at summaries. I also started this 2 years ago and just managed to finish it today. It’s the first fic I’ve ever completed, so try to not be too harsh, but feel free to tell me what I can do better!
Run. That's all your mind could process. Run as far as you can. Run as fast as you can.
"Y/N!" Aw crap. While you were trying to get away, Dean managed to get caught. You quickly turned around and cocked your gun, preparing to shoot a silver bullet straight through the heart of the werewolf you were hunting.
"Where ya at, Dean?" You yell into the dark. Why do we always end up hunting this shit at night? You thought to yourself as you kept an eye out for the eldest Winchester or the lycanthrope. "Come out, come out, wherever you are, you ugly son of a bitch!"
Growling is all you hear before a pain shoots through your right side and the world falls black.
"Mornin' Apple-Pie!" Dean's cheery voice echoes through the small motel room, magnified by the side-splitting headache you have.
"Ugh. How long was I out?" You ask, sitting up while rubbing your head, willing the pain to go away. Dean pushes you back on the bed before you manage to make it into a sitting position, though.
"No no no, you gotta stay down. That bitch got you real good. Sliced your side right open. And don't worry, you've only been out since last night. I do gotta say, you were a real pain-in-the-ass to get in the car."
"Sorry," you mumble.
"Why'd you head back? You should've kept running." Dean looks at you curiously.
You can feel the blood rising in your cheeks. "I thought I heard you and Sam in trouble. Figured if I didn't come back you'd kill me." You try joking your way out of it.
"Yeah, well you're just lucky the chihuahua on steroids didn't kill you first. Cas should be here soon to heal you. If we can talk him into it, we're gonna head down to that karaoke bar you wanted to check out a couple of towns over."
You mumble an "okay" as you lay back down and start to drift off.
You wake up to a warm heat coursing through your body. You open your eyes as you see Castiel withdraw his hand from your side.
"Thanks, Cas." You say, standing up. "We going to that bar?" You question them. When you see Dean nod, you race to grab your duffle bag and hop in the shower.
Once finished, you push the sleeves of your AC/DC shirt up to your elbows. You quickly straighten your hair and apply your makeup before walking out to grab your combat boots.
Looking around, you notice all the boys have left, you assume they went back to the Winchesters' room.
You slip your shoes on with ease and grab your wallet, then you're out.
You arrive outside Sam and Dean's door, only to be met with arguing in hushed whispers.
"No, Sam! It's not happening. You know the closer we are to someone, the more danger they're in. Why would you want to do that?"
Confused, you knock on the door. "Hey guys, you ready to go?"
You hear one of them shushing the other and rushing to get the door.
Dean greets you with his warm smile. "Yeah, Apple-pie. We're ready." He hurries past you and hops in Baby, leaving you to shoot a questioning glance towards Sam, who just brushes it off.
The drive to the bar was filled with classic rock and you and Dean having a "who's singing can irritate Sam more?" contest. You ended up winning, much to Dean's dismay.
When you finally got to the bar Bertha's, you ran inside as fast as you could, grabbing a table in the back. The boys soon followed, Cas having met them outside.
"Heya, Cassy-boy." You smiled.
"Hello, Y/N. How is your side feeling?"
"I'm great. Takes a little more than some mutt to keep me down." You chuckled.
"Well, Imma go get us some beers," Dean said, walking up to the bar.
"So," Sam turned to you. "You gonna sing tonight? Or did you just drag us here to listen to the other drunks?"
"I want to sing..." You said, turning away.
"But...?"
"But I'm kinda scared." You mumbled towards the floor. You heard Sam laughing when you said this. You whipped your head around to face him. "What?"
"Nothing. I'm just a little surprised that Y/N, one of the most badass hunters I know, the girl who's afraid of nothing, is scared to sing in public."
"Who's scared of what?" Dean asked, walking back to the table, setting the beers down.
"Y/N's scared to sing on stage." Cas piped up, joining the conversation, flinching when you slapped his arm.
"You're scared? Of what? They're just a bunch of drunk morons." Dean said.
"It's nothing. Don't worry. I'm sorry I made you guys come here. We should have just gone back to the bunker. "
"Come on, Y/N." Dean placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to look at him. "What if I sing something too? Will you get up there then?"
Thinking it over, you decided that if Dean got up there and embarrassed himself, you could too. "Yeah. I guess."
"Great. Let's go sign up." Dean grabbed your arm and led you to where you signed up to sing. Once he was registered, you had him go back to the table, telling him you had to take a minute to pick out a song.
You knew what song you wanted to sing. It had been stuck in your head for weeks after a late night watching random youtube videos. The only problem, besides stage fright, was that the song was everything you wanted to say but were too afraid to. You headed back to the table after a few minutes, taking a long drink of your beer.
"So, you decide on a song?" Sam asked. You just nodded yes, feeling your face flush at the thought of actually getting on stage. "What'd you choose?"
Setting your beer down, you smirked at him in hopes to play it off. "You'll just have to wait and see Sammy-boy."
They seem to accept that and you guys spend the next half hour listening to the people on stage before Dean's name gets called. He shoots a wink at you before heading up there and it takes all you have to fight the blush. This is Dean we're talking about. He does that all the time. It means nothing.
For someone who says he hates to sing, he owns the stage like he was made for it. If you didn't live the life you did, you definitely would've pushed him to be on one of the singing competition shows. That's stupid Y/N, if you didn't live this life you wouldn't have ever met him.
Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton starts playing over the speakers. Huh, why would he choose this? Dean always acts like he hates country. He starts singing and it feels like your insides turned to soup. You'd never let anyone else know it, but Dean's singing is always something that calms you. When you have a nightmare or after a hunt gone wrong, Dean would come to your room and just sing to help you feel better. If you guys were in a motel with Sam, he's just hum and try to take your mind off of whatever's bothering you. It usually ended with you drifting off during it, and afterward, you two would have an unspoken agreement to not talk about it.
The song finishes way too soon for your liking. Dean joins you guys back at the table and you just smile and listen to Sam tease him about his choice in music. Then comes what you've been dreading all night. Your name gets called to come on stage. You look between the boys with wide eyes as they all but push you out of your seat and towards the stage.
You take the microphone and close your eyes as the music starts.
I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart But you came around And you knocked me off the ground from the start
You put your arms around me And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go You put your arms around me and I'm home
You opened your eyes and looked over at your best friends, seeing Sam and Cas with huge smiles watching you. Dean, however, had a much smaller smile on his face. He looked almost wistful. He nodded at you to continue, giving you the encouragement you needed. Little did he know you were singing to him.
How many times will let you me change my mind and turn around I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown
I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home
You thought back as you sang, to all the times Dean's been there for you. All the late night whispered conversations in motel rooms as Sam slept. All the trips to bars together after successful hunts where you two would celebrate. All the nights where he found you crying after losing someone.
I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home
The world is coming down on me And I can't find a reason to be loved I never wanna leave you But I can't make you bleed if I'm alone
You think about how you aren't good enough for him. He deserves someone who could give him the perfect life. A life with no monsters and no worries about if today's gonna be his last day. Someone who can give him kids and a house to come home to every day, not some secret underground lair for monster hunters.
You put your arms around me And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go
I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home
You know Dean though. Even if he found someone to get out of the life for, he would never do it. He'd never even consider being with someone. He's so convinced that it'd only end bloody. Guess that's another thing you have in common. You would never tell him how you felt. There's no chance he'd feel the same, and even if he did, you couldn't handle being the reason he gets hurt.
I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth And I've never opened up I've never truly loved 'till you put your arms around me And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go
I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home
You put your arms around me and I'm home
The song ended and you brought your hand up to your face. You didn't realize a tear had fallen down. Well shit, that's not gonna seem suspicious. You make your way back over to the table and immediately the boys have you wrapped in a hug, telling you how good you sounded up there. You brush them off and pick up your beer.
You guys leave pretty soon after that and start heading back to the bunker.
You all got back to the bunker around 1 am. You decided to just head straight to your room with claims of being tired. You weren't, but they didn't need to know you just didn't feel like being out there with them right now. You managed to avoid questions about your song choice on the way home, but you didn't want to risk anything else tonight. Surely they'd forget about it by tomorrow morning.
In your room, you throw on a tank top and some shorts that are way too short for your liking, but they're the only thing you can find right now and you don't have the energy to keep looking. You get out your laptop and look up Tennessee Whiskey on youtube. You didn't bother with headphones, instead just setting the computer down on your nightstand and lay back.
You have your eyes closed, just listening to the music. You didn't hear the soft knock at your door, or it cracking open when you didn't answer. Dean walks in, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you.
"Hey Y/N" he softly says. You shoot up from your bed, instinctually looking for the threat. When all you can find is Dean, you smile. "I, uh, wasn't quite as good as the original, huh?" He laughs dryly.
"I was actually thinking the opposite. Little upset I had to settle for this." I motion to my laptop and pause the video. "Would you maybe sing for me?" I ask quietly, avoiding looking at him.
Without saying anything he comes over to the other side of the bed and climbs in. You join him and lift the covers over you like you've done so many nights before. He pulls you to his chest as he leans against the headboard and starts singing like he does whenever you're scared. You start drifting off to the vibrations of his chest as he finishes Tennessee Whiskey (which you've now decided is definitely your favorite song.) You're just about asleep when a tiny voice catches your attention.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Well, that has you awake.
"You are the smartest person I know Dean. Why are you asking that?" You don't move your head from his chest, instead, you subconsciously rub small patterns with your fingers.
"I know why you chose that song Y/N/N." You still, not sure you can say anything. Does he really know? "Aren't you gonna ask why I chose the one I did?" When it becomes apparent you aren't going to say anything, he continues. "I've spent years trying to drown myself in alcohol to forget all of the bad we face every day. If I wasn't hunting, I was drinking. I knew it wouldn't make me forget completely, but I could at least drink until a new hunt came along. But then you joined us. I always had to protect Sammy. My whole life I've known nothing else. He always came number one. But when you came along and joined our little crappy makeshift family? Well, things didn't seem so crappy anymore.
"Ever since my mom died, it was like my family wasn't complete. It always felt like we were searching for something. But meeting you was like the search was over. Like all this shit me and Sammy have been through was just leading up to meeting you. And damn sweetheart, if you weren't the best reward anyone could ever ask for. After that, it's like I didn't feel the need to drink my nights away. I'd rather be sober and stay up all night talking with you. You are the best damn alcohol I've ever had."
You stayed silent for a while, fearing that your voice would give way. Although the tears soaking through his shirt probably did a good enough job on their own.
"Please Apple-Pie, say something." He sounded almost scared. Like saying all of that was gonna push you away.
"I'm scared, Dean." You admitted. "What if something happens to you because of me? We don't exactly live the safest lives? And what about if something happens between the two of us? I wouldn't just lose you, I'd lose Sam and Cas. And not to mention I can't give you the apple pie life with two kids and a picket fence?" He cut off your rambling by grabbing your face and pulling you towards him in a slow kiss.
"Y/N. You think I haven't thought of all of that? First of all, nothing will happen between us. And even if it did, Sam and Cas would definitely choose you." He laughed. "I don't want that apple pie life, I just want my Apple-Pie with me every night. And the risk of putting you in danger is the only thing that's kept me from saying all of this the day I met you. I love you, Y/N. And I want to spend however long we have in this screwed up life with you by my side."
You looked up at him for a long time, your face still in his hands. Maybe things can work out in your favor. You love Dean. If you have the chance to be happy, however fleeting, maybe it's worth the risk to take it.
"I love you too Dean." You say as your lips meet his. Let's just say that was the last night you spent in your own room.
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